Biker Bar, the sold slave, Chapter 5
This story was inspired by another fictional work done by Kinky Tim and posted on Scatboi.com, entitled Biker Bar Toilet. This is meant to be a prequel happening before the events described in the original story. The major players are Butch, the biker gangs boss; Ox, a rival to Butch in the same gang; and Travis, another member of the gang. This is a fictional work and any feedback is appreciated.
I had been in the biker's club house for 4 day, or a week. At this point I couldn't tell and I guess it didn't matter anymore. My life was gone. My freedom was gone. My soul felt like it was gone. My mind sank into darkness and even turned off at points now. I was kept in a cell like a prisoner but I bet prisoners were treated better.
My meals came out of the asses of the bikers or a dog bowl. Often when it was in the bowl it was soaked in piss or coated in cum. I shit and pissed on the floor like an animal and I never heard my name anymore, only devil dog. That's what I was now, a dog or animal.
At night it wasn't uncommon for one or five of the bikers to come in and use me as a cum dump. I would be woken up and pulled from my cell and placed on the fucking bench as they called it. Strapped down so my ass was available and my head would be pulled back so they could use my mouth to get them hard and then to clean the cum and shit off their cocks when they were done. They rarely said anything to me other than to tell me to open my mouth or what a sweet ass I had.
During the day I would be pulled from my cell and strapped down under the toilet seat for hours. Travis would sit on the seat shitting massive dumps onto my face. I would open my mouth and catch as much of it in there as I could but Travis delighted seeing my face covered in his shit and his dip spit. Most days the biker that would be sent in to put me back in my cell would have to hose me off first, usually with his piss.
This was my existence now. I counted days by counting cycles of toilet duty and breedings. One cycle would be a turn at the toilet followed by a turn on the breeding bench. That was one day and by that reckoning I was about four to five days into this new life.
When Travis came in at the beginning of the next cycle I was laying on the floor in my cell waiting. It was about time for someone to come get me and put me under the toilet seat. But it usually wasn't Travis. I usually didn't see Travis until I was under the seat and he was coming to shit on my face and feed me. So this was somewhat unusual.
Travis came up to the cell and laughed. "Come on devil dog; get your ass over here."
I came to the cell door and he opened it and immediately reached in grabbing my collar and yanked me out. He yanked me to the floor, twisting until I was on my stomach and then with a boot on my neck he reached down and cuffed me. I was now dragged from the room that I been in since I arrived by Travis. I couldn't stand or get my feet under me. Travis pulled me down the hall and then stopped in front of a door, opening it and pushed me through it. This must have been Travis' private room. In it were a couch, a bed, and some other pieces that I wasn't quite sure of.
Once Travis was in the room he stepped over me and went to the couch and plopped down. He reached over to a small box and took out a cigar. Lighting it he undid his fly and pulled out his cock. I had struggled to get up to my knees and Travis just watched. He waited for me to come to him. Just jacking his cock and waving it at me. He smoked his cigar and laughed at me.
I made my way over to him and opened my mouth. I expected that he would grab my head and fuck my mouth. That was what it had been like for the past few days. But that's not what Travis wanted.
"Come on devil dog, suck my cock like a good bitch." Travis said while sitting back and spreading his legs.
I got between them and started sucking on it. I started licking the head and worked my way down the shaft. I worked hard to suck his cock and take my time. It was the first time in recent memory that I wasn't being face fucked or used like a whore. I have to admit I liked this.
Travis was lying back on his couch. When I looked up at him he was looking down at me with a sort of disgust and lust mixed in his eyes. He blew smoke into my face but I never stopped sucking on his cock. Travis stretched a few times, moving his hands and I thought he was going to grab my head but he never did. He allowed me to suck his cock and take my time.
I could feel his cock starting to swell in my throat. Not wanting to get punished or miss a drop of Travis' cum, I pushed his cock as far as I could down my throat. Travis' cock started pulsing and I could feel the cum coating my throat. He laughed as he came and blew smoke at me. I cried from the cock in my throat and lack of oxygen.
"You are starting to be a good little bitch." Travis said kicking me off his cock and standing up placing a boot on my chest while he was tucking his cock back into his pants.
I just laid there and watched. There was something mesmerizing about the way the smoke curled around his face. I just watched as he drew in the smoke and let it out. When he finally looked down and saw me staring at him, he opened his mouth and let his spit just drool off his tongue and straight for my face. Instinctively I opened my mouth to catch it.
I could taste the old dip, the cigar, the beer and what I would bet was Jack Daniels. In a strange way it had very similar flavors as his piss. I would know, I lived off his piss it seemed now.
Travis finally broke our gaze and reached down grabbing my collar and lifting me to my knees. Then he grabbed my shoulder and both picked me up and pushed me toward a bench in the corner of his room. It didn't take long before I was strapped to the bench in almost the same way they did it at night for my nightly fuckings.
"Time to start working on that ass devil dog" Travis said. "But don't worry, I won't be gentle."
Grabbing my head Travis pulled backward and put a gas mask on me. I knew exactly what it was thanks to my training in the Marine Corp. But instead of filtering the air to make it breathable, Travis was filling it with a mix of cigar smoke and poppers.
I was flying high before I knew what hit me. I could feel my ass being worked hard. I could hear the grunting of Travis as he did what he was doing. He obviously liked it. He knew exactly what he was doing, and before long I realized what he was doing was getting his big beefy hands into my ass. I was being fisted.
I knew I wasn't clean but that did not bother Travis. I could smell the shit. I felt the piss flowing out of my cock without any warning or ability to stop it. Travis just laughed. He was in heaven and I was in hell. My ass was hurting but my head was flying and disconnected.
I don't know when anyone else came in to join the party but when I started to come back down to earth I could hear voices. They were talking about how deep and wide Travis was and how they were worried he was destroying my ass.
Travis was twisting and turning his fist inside my ass while he talked to them. I was grunting and moaning uncontrollably. Well at least I wasn't in control, Travis was. He could make me piss, moan, grunt. I even felt mini orgasms rocking my body.
"I think he's coming to man" I heard from one of the men.
"It's about time; the bitch has been out for over an hour." Travis said pumping really hard and deep into me jarring me back to reality.
"You been working his ass for over an hour?" the guy asked.
Then all I heard was laughter.
"What are you doing man" I heard someone say.
Travis didn't answer but I could feel him pulling his arm and hand out of me and I could feel something cold being pushed into me. "Making sure it fits" he finally replied.
Everyone started laughing again.
"A fucking chopper would fit in that ass right now Travis." Another voice called out as the laughter continued.
Right then I heard the slap before I felt the sting. Travis smacked my ass hard. "Devil dog, you listening?" Travis asked.
The gas mask was gone, had been for a long time I would bet but I couldn't really form words yet. I nodded and Travis slapped my ass again, even harder. "Good, listen up dog, I want you to hold that can in your ass as long as you can. If I find it on the floor in the morning I will tan that ass and sew it in next time. You understand dog?"
I nodded again and was taken off the bench and carried to my cell. I was out before they closed the door. I was drained. The last thing I remember is warm piss hitting my face as I passed out again.