He was the ultimate image of The Dominant. In his leather shirt, leather trousers with grey stripes, black bombers jacket, black doc Martens, and tight black leather gloves. He was a leather top. The leather biker next to him was the ultimate subservient. Leather one piece, collared and leashed kneeling , hands behind his back. Waiting his orders. Other superiors were looking at them with respect. subs with lust and envy.
If they knew the truth......
It all started two weeks before. Two weeks that turned his world upside down.
He was on Holliday for two weeks and he decided to have a hell of the time He was in a mood to abuse a piece of meat. And as he walked in the « Block » he had a feeling he would have no problem to find some.T he smell of leather, rubber, sex was intoxicating the second he walked through the door and up the stairs. The club was busy but not too much and it would make it easier to hunt. As he walked through the whole club to get to the bar he checked the preys out. A couple of skinheads playing pools stopped to stare at him, a group of twinks just stopped talking, a shaved head biker sitting down smirking, and there were many more possibilities lurking in the backroom space. After getting his drink he found his favorite spot available. A recessed corner in the middle giving him a large view of the club. And as soon as he took his place, the subs started to walk by him. The hunt was on.
There were definitely few possibilities for him to get what he wanted; A skinhead that decided that he was more interesting than playing pool, or the army guy in spit shined rangers. The twins were amusing and were having more fun together, probably their first night in the club. One of his friends, a very perverted pig stopped by to have a chat before joining his boyfriend. Yes, it was a good night. He had finished his drink and was about to get another coke when a hand with one was in front of him. And the leather biker was smiling at him. That was definitely good.
He was very good looking. There was a sort of innocence about him. But he was in a depraved SM club. So fuck the innocence. He had found his victim for the night. After the usual greeting they both fell in a very comfortable chat. No need to flirt since both wanted the other one from the start. So when the biker offered to go back with him there was no doubt. He was staying at a friend's who was away. He collected his bag of toys from the checkroom and was already planning how he would make the biker moan and squirm. For a star. He would definitely look good hogtied at his feet or under his feet.
As soon they walked through the door, the game on was. The biker lashed at his mouth, crushing his lips in a fiery kiss. And fuck did he know how to kiss. No pretend there.
And the little shit was walking backwards, taking me to the bedroom. Definitely no pretend there. He managed to take his jacket off and in no time, the biker had him on his back on the bed, straddling him and kissing him no end. That was fucking brilliant. But he wanted that biker tied up. Hogtied or spreadeagled on the bed, with full access to his tits. As he was to make his move to swap places, the biker grabbed his right hand with both hands, pulled it up to the bed frame, locked a handcuff on it and jumped of the bed. WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!! He pulled on his hand as hard as he coud but it was locked to the bed. He shouted at the biker, telling to release him. He was trashing on the bed , trying to kick the bastard. But the biker was just smirking at him, letting him vent his anger calling him every name under the sky. The biker moved to the side of the bed, and it was not hard to guess that he was planning to cuff his free hand. He was not going to let hat happen.
But when the biker jumped on him, kneeling over him again, he did all he could to stop the inevitable. The biker grabbed his hand and pulled it up the bed. He managed to escape twice. But no lucky third. And soon he was handcuffed to the head of the bed. Both were panting from the struggle. But the biker was smirking as he pulled a roll of gaffer tape. The swearing and threats went on for a bit until the biker taped his mouth shut, rolling the tape tight few times around his head. The bastard had said nothing so far. He got off the bed and went get his bag of toy. FUCK. The biker pulled a couple of ropes from the bag. He sat over one of his legs, attached the rope to his ankle and pulled hard on it to tie it to a foot of the bed. And did the same to his other leg.
What the fuck was going on? He was usually the one doing the tying up. And there he was. Spreadeagled on a bed in full leather.
Then the biker spoke: « You can stay there a bit to calm down ». And he walked out of the room closing the door behind him. Leaving him alone with his thoughts. And fuck did he have a lot.
He tried to pull on his wrists or ankle. But he was well tied in place. The biker knew what he was doing. There was no chance for him to escape. Both his arms and legs well stretched , giving him no room to move them. Even if he managed to free his legs, there was No way he could free his wrists without the keys. He tried to relax but then his thoughts turned to fear and panic. He was screaming in his gag to be released. Then he tried to think about his meeting with the biker. When they were chatting in the club, a couple of guys stopped to say hello. He saw one of them chatting to his pig friend; So he was known in the club and that was comforting. He managed to calm down. And made a plan to escape. For now he just had to wait and see. He had to get the biker's guard down and then strike or run free. But he would definitely pay for his little stunt.
He lost track of the time, lost in his thoughts when the biker walked back in the room, sat down on the bed and started to talk.
« I know that's not what you had planned. You wanted me in your place. When I saw you in the club I was ready to submit to you, to kneel in front of you and let you have your ways with me. But as we talked things changed. And I wanted to have you. I wanted to dominate you. And that is what I'm going to do. You are safe with me. But you are fucked. And I'm going to fuck you before I let you go. »
At his words I just started to scream as much as I could and trash again. He just walked out of the bedroom.
This was not happening, this could not happen FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!!! After a bit, I calmed down and worked on a plan.
All thoughts stopped when the biker walked back in the bedroom. Naked. His cock hard as steel.
He just climbed on top of me, sitting, his cock resting on my face. I turned my head away, but that just made him laugh. He moved his cock over my nose, I moved my head the other way, he moved his cock again. A game of cat and mouse. More like cock and nose. He kept doing that for a while but when he had enough he jus sat on my face, my head squeezed between his thighs, his cock and balls resting on my face, covering my nose.
« Smell it boi »
FUCKING BASTARD. I just inhaled. WHAT THE FUCK!!!!! He laughed.
I immediately stopped, but I had to breathe at one point and each breathe I took I could only smell the musky smell. He started to move a bit, just enough to rub his cock all over my face, pushing the tip of his cock up my nostrils, rubbing it on my forehead. Marking me. I did that to pigs. I loved rubbing my hand all over my groin to get it covered in my smell and rub it all over the face of a pig . In public. And now I was on the receiving end. My mind was fried, and I could not think. My heart was beating hard.
« I bet you're crap at sucking cocks. Got to change that »
He moved off my chest. He grabbed something from the bag and put it next to my head. « Now I'm going to take the tape off. Make one sound and I will beat your balls to a pulp. Got it boi? » I glared at him but could only nod my head. Got to get his trust if I wanted to get out quickly.
He took the tape off. He told me to open my mouth and put a fucking mouth spreader in it, buckling it tight behind my head. When done, he started to open it, forcing my mouth wide open. When I thought he was done, he clicked it open another couple of notches forcing my mouth wide open. He was just smirking as he moved closer, the tip of his cock over my opened mouth before pushing slowly in. Not too much to start. Just the head of his cock. Resting it on my tongue. Moving slowly in and out. Going deeper each time. I could only stare at him, breathing deep. Trying to understand what was happening; He laughed. And I realized that I had pulled my tongue out and was dribbling. I pulled it back in but he just laughed. He started to fuck my mouth more, pushing his cock deeper. He barely touch the back of my throat that I gagged, he pulled back slightly.
«tongue out boi »
FUCK. I begged him to stop. He pushed his cock deeper, gagging me, silencing me.
« I'm going to take the gag out. Same rule, you make a sound, you loose your balls. And keep that hole open. Tongue out»
He removed the gag, he collected all my spit and rubbed it all over my face. Rubbing his smell all over me, up my nose. He started to push a couple of finger in my mouth, moving in and out, adding a third, spreading them in my mouth. He kept coating my face with my spit, adding a fourth finger as he fucked my mouth with them.
« Suck boi »
FUCKING HELL.
I started to suck on his fingers , he moved them in and out. Again and again and again.
He laughed at me when I realized that he had only one finger in my mouth sand I was sucking it.
He pulled it out, gave me a couple of sticky slaps and went to get something from my bag.
« As I said. Crap at sucking cocks. You can be trained. But we're going to have a chat first. I will talk. You will listen. Open up boi. »
I opened my mouth the strict minimum in defiance. He just laughed as he pushed a penis gag in my mouth.
« I was going to lock it not too tight. Not anymore. »
He pushed the gag hard in my mouth, and locked as tight as possible on the last hole. The gag was thick and filled my mouth, forcing my tongue down.
« You can moan boi. I like that. »
Of course I stayed silent, making him laugh.
« I have one question for you. A very simple one to answer. Do you know depravpig? »
I stopped breathing, my hear froze, a cold feeling in my stomach. I was going be sick. I saw his hands moving, ready to take the gag out. I started to breathe again, relaxing. Still staring at him wide.
I was fucked. How did he know about that recon profile. There was no pictures and I was really careful when using it to chat to tops. I knew I was a top and I really enjoyed it. I was good at it. But at times, the subs were all about them, and it was normal but I was always giving, giving.... And sometime I wanted to know what it was like to be on the other side. So I created this character depravpig online. It was only online. Something just for me. I never bothered a top, always saying that it was only for a chat. Some were not interested, some took the time to answer my questions. It was only virtual.
Until now.
«I see you know him boi. Since it's you. And you know me as BikerTop. I see you recognize the name. We chatted online few times. But you know that. We even exchanged phone messages. I just sent one to depravpig. And guess what. Your phone just binged. »
I could only stare at the phone in his hand. My phone. With a message from BikerTop on the screen.
«When we talked in the club, you said coming from a town in the French Alps, that and a couple of things made me think that was too much of a coincidence. Could the sexy leather top in front of me be the pig I talked to online? So I fucking took a chance. And here we are. I have an offer for you boi. A one time offer. You say you are on Holliday for two weeks. You can be depravpig for two weeks with me. You come back with me to my place, and I will train you for two weeks. Let's be clear, you will learn to suck cocks properly, I will fuck you. You will be a slave. I know it's a bit too much to answer right now. Think about it. When I come back you will answer. If you say no. All stops now, I will let you go. You say yes, you are mine for two weeks boi. »
He got off the bed and walked out the bedroom, leaving me with thousands of thoughts.....
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