In parts 1 & 2 Brian has been abducted by a gang of 6 bikers and taken to an isolated Farm House where he has been belted, pissed on, fucked and finally milked to see who will be his chief master. His initiation complete, he begins his life servicing the gang. Jeff has just won the contest to become his number one master.
Jeff whooped. "He's mine, all mine"
Then he seemed to become more caring of what was now his property. With the help of some of the others, he untied Brian and removed the nipple clamps, then threw him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and took him inside and laid him on a mattress on the floor. He connected the leg chains together giving Brian some movement and also padlocked a chain between his wrists. Another long chain was fixed from his neck collar to his wrists and down to his leg chain allowing him to lie in a foetal position but not completely stretch out. A blanket was thrown over him. As he lay there, he realised the guys were climbing into beds in the next rooms. Soon there was only loud snoring and somehow although very sore but also exhausted he fell asleep.
Brian woke realising the sun was well up but there did not seem to be any movement, When he realised where he was and why he was chained up, he remembered with a sinking feeling the events of the night before. He cautiously lifted his head and saw that Sean was sitting looking at him. Realising Brian was awake, Sean came over and knelt beside him.
"Relax Mate, I am a nurse"
That was why his hands were soft, unlike the others who were all manual workers and had used their calloused hands to rough Brian up last night.
Sean opened a bottle of ointment and rolling Brian over, treated his torn backside. When finished, he examined the rest of his body. While gentle and soft, his fingers had a sexy way of moving over the skin and particularly feeling up the cock and balls so that Brian felt his cock rising at their touch. However with the comment
"You'll live, the first night is the worst"
Sean moved off into the kitchen and returned a while later with a cup of coffee which Brian gratefully swallowed.
Then Rick and Jeff came out of the next room.
`'Okay, keep him healthy but don't go overboard, he is here to fucking serve us not the other way round.''
They unlocked the chain stretching from Brian's neck to the leg irons, dragged him to his feet and then pulled him into the kitchen, his leg and wrist chains clanking
"You make us the coffees and some toast as well and bring it in and don't take all day"
Brian found his way about the kitchen and soon took in the coffee and toast . By then the other 3 were also up so he had to return and get their breakfast as well. When he finished Rick told him to make himself another cup and some toast. However when he returned with his own breakfast and went to sit at the table, he was pushed down to the floor.
"Fucking cocksuckers don't sit at table with men, keep to the floor near out boots" roared Rick.
He saw they were all wearing their leather jackets and boots, although some of them had not put any jeans on, letting their cocks hang out. They told him the gang rules insisted they wear boots and jacket at all times which is why they had left them on him during his initiation the night before.
He soon learnt that serving breakfast was not his only task for the morning. Each one took it in turns to use him for their own pleasure. Jeff was first of course dragging him up by the hair and pushing his face down onto his cock and fucking his mouth till he came.
"Oh man that is good, no way am I losing you. Who's next?
He felt Jeff's hand in his hair and his head was sharply pulled onto that cock to do the same as he had done for Jeff. However when Rick had finished he dragged him out into the yard pulled his mouth up to his cock again but this time it was piss not cum that poured down his throat. He hauled Brian back to the table and the other 4 guys used his mouth in turn, pouring their cum down his throat. Then he was given the more mundane task of cleaning the place up.
When the kitchen was tidy again, Jeff yelled for him to come back out and get his arse down on the floor at his feet.
"Not again, already." Brian thought
But no he was told to complete lacing up those gigantic boots of which Jeff was obviously very proud. Jeff had three loves, his bike, his boots and his cock. This major task took a while as Brian fumbled with each hole,receiving several hard clips across the ear from Jeff's huge hand and when they were finally laced up tight the job had to be completed by giving those boots a good tongue cleaning top and bottom. Brian knew from the state of his cock that he was beginning to love those boots as much as he feared he was beginning to love the wearer.
Some of the guys went off on their bikes but Jack was given the task of training Brian in housework. He was kept busy sweeping the farm house out, it obviously had not been done for some time. Jack was clearly not happy at being allocated this task. He moved Brian from room to room either dragging him by the cock or kicking him from behind. At one stage he became impatient and grabbing Brian viciously by the nipples he lifted him off the ground and shook him till Brian screamed for mercy. Then he was chained by the neck in one corner of the main room and generally left alone except as any of the guys came past, he either had to lick their boots or suck their cocks whatever the feeling took them.
Late in the afternoon, they had all returned and it was obvious they were getting ready for a gang ride. Sean came and unlocked him and took him in to the bathroom where there was a cup of shaving cream and a cut-throat razor.
"Keep still, I shave patients before their operations but if you move, that cock could suffer and we all really want it in good shape for our use. "
He then proceeded to remove all the hair from around Brian's cock and balls.
Jeff came in
"Are nice and smooth, reminds him of his cock sucking status and that he only exists to suck our cocks and lick our boots"
he said as he squeezed Brian's' balls tight and seemed to enjoy hearing Brian's squeals of pain. Then he took the chains and cuffs off and threw him his t-shirt and jeans, telling him to get dressed.
The heavy wide collar was replaced with a smaller one and Jeff also dragged Brian's cock out again and locked a thick leather strap tightly around the base of his balls so they stood out sharply and were quite obvious once pushed back into his jeans.
"Just so you don't forget, you are now owned. Also let's us see and feel how your pleasure instrument is reacting to being in the presence of its betters."
For a brief moment Jeff again showed his other side, seen briefly at the end of the night before. He grabbed Brian in a bear hug then locked onto his lips and his tongue pushed in and ravished him long and hard. When he finished, it was as if he was ashamed at having shown any emotion so he pushed Brian's head down to his boots and told him to kiss them good and hard before again twisting his arm up his back and frog marching him out to the bike. However he trusted Brian to climb on himself and hold tight as they took off with the other bikes into town.
Back at the pub where he had first met them, he was able to walk in as part of the group although he was conscious that one of them, usually Jeff, had hold of his belt or neck and they sat him in the centre of the group in case he had any ideas of escape. He was not sure he wanted to escape anymore. He was still reminded of his bottom place in the group when at regular intervals he was bent over into one of the guy's laps to find a cock waiting for him to do his duty. Jeff regularly squeezed his cock which remained hard all night. What else would it do, wrapped in the leather strap and reacting to Brian's brain which was being assaulted by the sights, smells and feel of leather covering the guys around him. How often he had admired it from a distance and now all that leather was right next to him, pressing against him, every creak, every sniff of the shiny leather assaulting his brain and making causing his cock to remain rock hard.
When Jeff went out to the gents, he dragged Brian with him but not to join him at the trough. He pushed him into a closet told him to kneel and open his mouth and Brian found that, as at the house, he was now Jeff's personal urinal.
In general conversation. as they all dug into the pub steaks, Brian learnt that there was a pecking order in the group. Rick was clearly the leader and Jeff second, although for Brian after being the prize the previous night, Jeff ws to be always first. Tony ranked third in the group. Sean, Jack and Mick had to obey the top three and probably were glad that Brian was the one usually chosen for any mistreatment being dished out though he noticed Rick in particular grabbing and squeezing the junior guys cocks occasionally. Jeff could release all his sadistic tendencies on Brian alone. In fact they fold him that Mick had also been recruited into the gang like Brian and was now only too glad to have risen in rank. He especially enjoyed belting Brian whenever he had a chance. When the gang decided to return to the farmhouse, Mick took great delight in dragging Brian out in a head hold which the rest of the pub crowd just saw as skylarking. However once out in the dark, Mick viciously grabbed Brian's cock and dragged him towards the bikes. But it was Jeff who then took his right and pillioned Brian back "home"
When they got back, Brian was returned to his semi-naked status and the chains were replaced. At first he hoped they had forgotten him as the gang got into some serious drinking. However before long he was taken outside and chained to the post as the receptacle for all their piss. Although he had been allowed to drink a few beers at the pub, this recycled beer was his to be his main source of liquid.
They got involved in a game of cards and the money began to flow. Mick suggested they spice things up by playing "Guess who". Perhaps he had some past memories of his own life as the apprentice.
Brian was again stretched out between the posts and this time he was blindfolded. He learnt that serious money had been wagered on whether he could tell which of the gang was abusing him. Each guy took turns in booting him from behind then using both their boots and hands on his cock and balls. If he could correctly identify his abuser the guy would get the money but, when more usually he was wrong, the disappointed gang member took it out on his backside with his belt.
At last he correctly identified Tony who took the money but then got a second prize as he threw Brian over his bike and fucked him long and hard, his own cock being rammed down on the seat of the bike as he was pounded at the rear. Brian's screams echoed out across the lonely farm but this just seemed to excite the gang all the more, their whooping and hollering adding to the pain and humiliation he felt.
The night ended with Brian again chained up on the floor just as the day began. However as he lay there, he felt himself turned on his front and a body lay on top of him. He realised it was Jeff and felt that huge tool pushing in. Jeff was possessing him yet again, his tall boots were grabbing hard on either side of Brian's legs and he also began to pound into him but not as viciously as Tony had done earlier. From the sounds around him in the beds, Brian realised he wasn't the only one being fucked. As Jeff's cum warmed his innards, Brian felt he now belonged to the gang and to Jeff especially and so he eventually fell asleep with Jeff still hugging him tight. The day might be over but the weekend was not yet finished.
To Be Continued.