"You're eighteen, right?" the big burly and bearded biker stared a him. 'Twenty one" he said and then added a "sir" to make his point. He liked bikers. Maybe it was because they were around a lot in his small town. Or perhaps because he was the visual opposite of them. Smooth skinned, boyish, almost cherubic looking, he constantly had to prove he was man enough to withstand the bullies and others who treated him like a kid. "Twenty one?" the man said "guess that's why they let you work here" Twentyone was the legal age to work in a bar after all. And he, looking fifteen or sixteen had to bring in a birth certificate to proove it to the bar owner. Cassell put the beers down in front of the five men. His eye rested on the tatoos, the denim vests, the hairy chests and the overweight bellies that surrounded the table. "What you waitin' for kid?" one of them said to him jarring him out of his momentary trance "You like bears?" they all laughed. The truth was he did. From that first time when he inhaled the odor of a biker bear who gave him a ride years ago he knew what he was and what he liked.
The ride had taken him down the highway and when the biker turned off onto a dirt road, he had become scared and excited at the same time. "Want me to take you all the way home boy?" the man had said as he unbuttoned his fly. "Yes, please," Cassell said his eyes staring at the man's crotch. "What's you name kid?" He admitted his name was Cassell. "I'll just call you boy.....kneel here boy" He had never done it before. And he hadn't really fantasized about it either. But there he was in the woods, kneeling on the grass and twigs which dug into his skin. His nose was inhaling the musky smell of a mans crotch....similar to the smells in the school locker room..but even muskier..... His cock was rock hard. "Take your's out kid" the man seemed to know what was going on in his mind. He opened his jeans and his boy cock hard and drooling popped out. "I thought so...I can usually tell" the man said "now suck and keep your mouth on it after I cum" He sucked....learning as he went, trying to keep his teeth out of the way. The man held the back of his head and began to fuck him faster and faster until Cassell was gagging on the spurts of sperm that splashed against the back of his throat. "Swallow it all kid..and rest awhile..it'll take me a little time then I can wash it down for you" He did as he was told.....ignoring the salty taste..as he swallowed and washed his mouth with his own spit. "You did good boy....now as soon as you taste it, swallow and keep swallowing. Ever done this before boy?" He shook his head while the cock remained in his mouth. It came sooner then he expected. The bikers hand held his head in place so all Cassell could do was swallow the mans piss as it washed the remnants of sperm from his mouth and flowed down his throat. "Good boy. Now let's get a look at you" the man lifted him to his feet and yanked his jeans down. "Nice smooth butt........" He yanked on Cassells shirt making the buttons pop off...and revealing his smooth belly, chest and near smooth crotch. "Baby smooth....I like chickens with no feathers" the man said as he ran his large hand all over Cassell's skin. Cassell was no longer scared...he was feeling things that made his body shake and his gut tremble. His cock, still hard, seemed to ache for relief. "Tell you what, boy, I'll chock your little chicken neck while I take care of that baby butt of yours...you'll love it...want me to boy?" The mans hand surrounded his hard cock...it was the first time anyone had ever touched him there..Cassell almost exploded immediately. The man seemed to know and squeezed making the urge to orgasm subside. "Yes" he muttered "You said` Sir' before...you better say it now or I'll leave you out here bareass naked kid" "Yes, Sir" Cassell added..somehow feeling that this man was in charge of him. He got on his hands and knees and suffered the pain of the man's cock forcing his butthole open..and then felt the hand reach under and grab his cock. The hand job took the pain away..and the cock in his ass began to fuck him. It was wild, dirty, painful and amazingly fantastic feeling. His body was aching and yet the hand on his cock seemed to know when to stop and when to start again. "No you don't, kid..not till I do" the man said as he fucked Cassell hard and fast. "Now..kid" the man said slamming into him so hard that Cassell almost fell forward. Only the bikers hand on his cock kept him in position. He exploded so hard that his cock hurt..so sudden that it felt like all his organs inside him were opening up...so much that he felt like every drop of sperm he had ever shot was being drained from him again..all at once. "Good job, kid" the slap on his bare butt told Cassell that the man had filled his guts with cum of his own. "Get dressed so I can take you home" He rode onthe back of the mans bike..his shirt flapping in the night air. His sore butt rubbing on the leather seat, his cock hardening at the oder of the man around whose large waste Cassell clung. "Maybe I'll be through here again someday...I'll look you up" the man pulled Cassell close and stuck his tongue down the boys throat. They were in front of Cassell's house where his parents, brothers and sisters could see what was happening. Cassell panicked but couldn't pull away and didn't really want to. The man rode away..and Cassell turned to walk into the house with the scent and taste of the biker permanently inside him.
"These are on the house" he returned to the table with another tray of beers. He had bought them himself. "Thanks, kid" a hand rested on his butt and squeezed..not hard...but flirtatiously. "Like bikes?" Cassell thrilled to feel they were being friendly now, "Yes, Sir" he responded. "Sir? The kid knows how to treat a Daddy's boys," one of them said. "About two, Sir" he responded to the question about when he got off work. "I usually hitch home" he added without a question being asked. "Well, tell you what, if we're around, you'll ride with me" the bear named Warner said and again squeezed Cassell's butt. Two am didn't arrive soon enough. He cleaned, swept, put away the empties and waved good night as he took off his shirt and put on his favorite levi jacket over his bare skin for the walk home...which he hoped would turn into a ride. But the highway was empty. "Want a ride, Cas?" the bar owner asked. "Naw...need to walk...night air and all that" he said refusing his normal ride home. He trudged down the highway with memories of that first biker he had sex with short years ago. There had been others too. Young ones and older ones. He had been fucked in his mouth and ass at the same time by two older bears only last summer. "Want to take off with us? We could use you at our place" the offer was made. Cassell wasn't sure if it was real or just talk. They were on vacation biking across the state on their way back home to Arizona. Being a houseboy in Arizona didn't sound all that bad..but somehow it didn't feel right. The sound came from behind him as he walked and he began to shake. The sound of bikes are unmistakable...almost threatening like an audible fog that crept across the land, absorbing reality into their images. The bikes slowed as he turned and stuck out his thumb. "Thought we'd find you. Tommorrow's Sunday and the bars are closed in this state. Want to ride with us across the line kid?" He got behind the one who had patted his butt earlier that night. His gut was jumping...his nostrils strained to inhale the man smell. His arms reached around and held onto the wide leather belt the man had on. "You've done this before" the man turned his head and yelled over the sound of the bikes. The night was changed by the loud roar as all five bikes took off into the miles ahead. He unbuttoned his levi jacket so it would fly open...the night air chilling his torso, hardening his nipples and making him shake for another reason. They went miles and miles. Cassell knew, or rather hoped, that suddenly they would pull over and he would be used for their sex. He might be pissed on as he was once before...or fucked by everyone until he was so exhausted they would have to lift him back on the bikes. They might fuck him and leave him naked in the woods too. That had happened once before as well..and the trucker who picked him up enjoyed the blowjob he offered in payment. But the bikes kept going. Then a siren pierced the low roar of the bikes and they were soon stopped. "Hi boys....where ya goin?" The sheriff deputy was tall, grizzley looking and rode a cycle of his own. The group said they were going across the state line to find a bar that was opened. "That would be Gracy's on Route Six" the deputy said "What you got here? A child?" "Twenty one" Cassell responded. "Gutsy too" the deputy said then moved close enough to breath in his face "If I want you to talk, I'll tell you, kid..got it?" "Yes, Sir" Cassell answered. "Good, boy" the deputy reached for one of his nipples and squeezed it. Cassell stiffled an "ouch". "Okay, boys, tell you what. I'll let you go, but you have to pay a toll" The guys didn't seem surprised by the announcement. "And you know what it is" the deputy let go of Cassell's nipple. "You can pick him up when you come back...if you do that is" Cassell got off the back of the bike as the deputy instructed. He stood as the group of bikers left him alone with the deputy. "You like bikers, boy?" he was asked. "Yes, Sir" Cassell said. The deputy put his hand under the kids crotch and held it tight. "I said do you like bikers boy?" Cassell knew his cock was hard and the deputy felt it. "Yes, Sir" "I can feel that.....kid tonight you're going to be mine..understand?" "Yes, Sir" He sucked the mans cock and then felt it snake into him before the man exploded and then felt the sperm splash all over his face and chest. "We'll let it dry as we ride. Get on the bike kid" He rode with his arms handcuffed. "What you got?" the deputy at the desk asked. "Kid ... needs a night doing some hard labor" the deputy that had used and arrested him said. "Good...that'll keep you busy..good night, the place is all yours" the other deputy left. "Okay, kid, strip down" Cassell stood in the center of the office and slowly took his clothing off. "Twenty one, huh? Good. Tell you what, clean up the place, service me and I'll let you go in the morning" The deputy threw a pair of blue overalls at him. "Put these on, but leave em unbuttoned" They fit him on his shoulders..the front remained unbuttoned as the deputy instructed. Cassell felt like he was in some strange place.....suddenly he was nearly naked, in jail and being controlled by this large bear in a cop's uniform. He swept the floor, cleaned the bathroom, and whnever he was ordered to, he sucked the deputy's dick or had his ass fucked. "You like all this don't you kid?" the deputy said after he had sprayed Cassell's face and body a third time. "Yes, sir" Cassell muttered "Again, kid" "Yes, Sir" Cassell said louder looking into the mans face. He realized he liked what was going on...not knowing what was going to happen to him next, having the cop in total control of him. "Ready?" another cop arrived. "Yeah, as soon as the kid changes we'll take off" "Got another one, huh?" Cassell knew he was part of something that he didn't understand. "Kid, get your jeans back on" The two men watched as he stripped naked again. "Nice one....cute ass.....if you get tired of him let me know" the newly arrived cop said and laughed. "Won't your wife object?" his deputy replied. "Hell, a boys butt is better then her cunt anytime....so she lets me...as long as I come home after" "Get on the bike" the cop had led Cassell outside. The ride was long and bumpy. The cop didn't say anything further...then turned off onto a dirt road past a mail box. There were several bikes parked around a little house. He followed the cop without question into the house. "So how was he?" the question was asked by the biker bear who had picked Cassell up the night before. "Another good one. You know how to find them," the cop said. "Strip down kid," he said to Cassell. Cassell, now naked stood there not knowing what to do next. "Kid, do your job, get us more beers" Cassell looked around and found the boxes of beer bringing several bottles back. The bears hand rested on Cassell's bare cheeks. "Kid, it's a game we play when we find new meat. And tonight you are new meat." Cassell didn't move away. His cock arched up at the feeling of the mans hand exploring his butt and butthole. "Nice.....men I think we got us a boy for the day and night...maybe longer. You want to be our boy, kid?" Cassell's body almost exploded again. "Yes, Sir" "Here, boy, put this on" the cop had reappeared. His hairy body was revealed except for a pair of leather pants he wore. Cassell handled the pile of leather straps given to him and let the bear biker help him put it on. They criss-crossed his smooth body, a metal ring surrounded his cock and balls and other straps fit under his butt cheeks. "You're ours now...men let's take him outside and mark him as territory" Cassell panicked thinking his smooth body would be branded, cut or tatooed. As he knelt and felt the several streams wet him down..he knew they wouldn't hurt him..he was being made their property. And like their bikes, Bikers took good care of their property. Cassell knew that as property, he'd take good care of his bear bikers too. For how long he didn't know..or care. Perhaps forever..if he was lucky.