Brian continues his weekends as the apprentice to the Black Hawks motorbike gang.
Brian spent his weeks looking forward to the following Friday night when the leather covered Jeff wearing high laced boots would pick him up on his bike and drive him to the pub where his weekend serving the rest of the gang would begin. The gang were on his mind all week as the solid heavy metal ring locked around his balls was a continual reminder as it pulled them down.
As soon as they arrived at the pub he was welcomed by having his face pushed down into the gang's crotches under the table so he could suck them off or being taken out to the toilet where he had to swallow their piss. Once they reached the clubhouse he would be stripped off except for the leather jacket and boots which they always wore as a sign of their gang membership and then his whole body was devoted to their sadistic sexual needs. It would be a rare night if at least one of the gang did not belt his backside before raping him often while bent over the guy's bike. Sometimes he was the prize for whatever game they were playing.
Usually the night ended in bed with Jeff as that big guy took his property rights and, after making sure Brian's ass was bright red from his belt or big hand, fucked him with his gigantic tool before often falling asleep with Brian still wrapped tightly in his leather covered arms and legs.
However Jeff loved to gamble and rather than pay his debts in cash, Brian was handed over instead so then he spent the night in the bed and at the mercy of one of the other guys.
This became a type of roulette for Brian as well. If it was Sean or even Jack he would have a wonderful night of loving leather sex. Sean took great delight putting on his leather gauntlet gloves before rubbing them gently over Brian's whole body and especially his nipples and cock. He liked to see that Brian was fully aroused before turning him over and entering him almost lovingly. As Jack and Sean were now usually together, being won by either of them often meant spending the night held between them while alternately servicing them or being used by both of them at once. He loved having Jack's cock spurting down his throat at the same time as Sean shot up his arse while all the time both guys rubbed his nipples and cock with their gloved hands.
Being won for the night by Rick or Tony was a more painful affair as these guys wanted to make sure they gave him a good thrashing with their belts and that he had thoroughly licked their boots before viciously thrusting their cocks up his arse then pushing his face down into their crotches so that he could suck their tools clean.
Being won by Mick was the worse thing that could happen to Brian. He seemed to have absorbed all the treatment the gang had given him before Brian came along to replace him as apprentice. He delighted in tying Brian up very tight with ropes, chains or leather belts so that he could not move a muscle. In a vicious hog tie Brian would then find his nipples being tortured by steel clamps or his cock being wrapped in leather and crushed between Mick's boots while his mouth was made to suck either Mick's boots or his cock. Sometimes Mick would try to jam his boots up Brian's arse, his gloved hand was more successful and of course he finished by using his giant cock to fuck Brian as if a tank was being driven right through him. He would have left Brian in this position all night but thankfully one of the others would usually release him from his bonds. Mick had no use for him in his bed after his sexual needs were met. Jeff however, although also enjoying belting Brian black and blue, was happy to end the night's fun by cuddling him in his arms.
The days were spent doing chores about the house in chains which were no longer necessary but reminded him of his status in the gang. Often the gang went for a ride and Brian loved riding pillion behind Jeff gripping tightly to his broad leathered shoulders as they sped through the countryside. When they stopped for a meal or to take in a view, he enjoyed seeing the faces of the bystanders looking in awe at this gang of bikers in leather and boots. He was sure some men were licking their lips and he was so proud to be part of them and not just another spectator.
Sometimes they would ride off the road into a secluded part of the forest and then there were several different scenarios. They might rope him to a tree trunk, pull down his jeans and flog him with their belts. They might tie his wrists so that he hung from a branch and use their boots on his backside, enjoying watching him swing wildly. They might hang him by his boots from the branch and again use their belts on his backside but only after he had thoroughly licked each boot presented to him. Nearly always, it ended with him being thrown over a log and each gang member fucking him in turn, enjoying his screams and cries which seemed to be the thing that got their cocks harder than ever.
However, when they had all been satisfied, it was usually Jeff who would hold Brian tightly in his arms while he sobbed and eventually hold his head close to his chest so he could suck on Jeff's nipples while Jeff rubbed his cock until he also came. Then it was back on the back of the bike hugging the back of this big brutal biker as they rode back home.
Then one weekend disaster struck. As usual Jeff took him to the pub and Brian spent the night eating and drinking but also servicing the cocks of the others. In fact their cum and piss provided more of his intake than the pub food and beer.
The Rebel Rousers were also there. Brian knew they were sworn enemies and he was to avoid them at all costs. However some trouble erupted and what began with insults led to Tony, Rick and Jeff brawling with some of that gang. With the help of the bar staff and bouncers, things settled down but when the gang went to go home, they found the Rebel Rousers waiting for them in the car park.
As the fists began to fly, Brian was separated from the others and then felt himself grabbed in a headlock and dragged to a pickup where he was thrown into the tray. Several of these gang members roped his legs and arms and then hog-tied him. Someone sat on him and he felt the pickup take off.
When it finally stopped, he was dragged out and into a warehouse, down some stairs to a cellar where he was stripped and fitted with heavy iron rings around his ankles, wrists and neck. Heavy iron chains were padlocked to them so he found it difficult to lift his arms. He was thrown over a bench, his legs were spread and padlocked to the floor and his arms were similarly locked down in front. A metal ring was forced into his mouth prising it open and strapped in place behind his head and what followed was sheer horror.
For what seemed like hours, he was fucked front and back by a never ending stream of gang members. He did not know how many Rebel Rousers there were but was sure they far outnumbered the Black Hawks, probably over a dozen and possibly there were more hangers on. He was now used to the fucking by his own gang but it had not prepared him for this continuous onslaught. When finally they were exhausted, he could feel their combined cum oozing out of his arse and down his legs and his throat was numb from being invaded by so many cocks of all shapes and sizes. There was no loving after care from them either as he was left held down by the heavy chains for the rest of the night.
The next day was no better. He was taken off the bench and chained to the wall by his neck. They put some dishes of water and bread in front of him and left him in the dark of the cellar.
Later in the day, he heard heavy boots coming down the steps. Several of them stomped in and released him from the wall but again they threw him over the bench and chained him down. Surely he was not being prepared fro another gang fucking. One of them had a camera and began filming as the others took their belts off and flogged him. Then they wheeled out a strange machine with a huge knobbed dildo on one end. They pushed it behind Brian and pushed the dildo up his arse and to his horror they plugged it in and switched on. It was a fucking machine and he felt it revolving and thrusting up his arse. As he screamed with horror and pain, the filming continued.
"Your mates, the Black Hawks can have this for their night's entertainment. Let's see what they will pay to have their little sex toy back."
When they had enough film, they left him but did not turn the machine off. Brian wondered if he would live and if he did, would his arse hole be too large for anyone to use it again, especially his own gang members. How he longed to be in Jeff's arms or to have Sean looking after him.
He must have passed out and he came round to find himself free of the machine and being unchained. They dragged him over to a hole in the floor and threw him into it but held his head up as they lowered two trap doors which held his neck in place so his head seemed to be poking out of the floor. The doors were locked in place and Brian's head was now at the mercy of their boots.
The afternoon was spent with a procession of boots of all types. His head was squeezed between them, their soles were pressed down on his face with the command.
"Lick"
and his tongue became covered in grease, dirt and stuff he would rather not think about. He looked up at boots which towered above him to the wearer's knees or even further. Some were laced while others were smooth shiny leather and above them ws a mixture of khaki, blue denim and black leather jeans stretching up to the crutches of an endless number of guys who were enjoying his torture by their boots. They enjoyed it so much that most pulled out their cocks and played with them. Eventually some came and their cum spurted down onto his face to mix with the dirt and slime from their boots. Brian's love of boots was tested to the extreme. He longed for the familiar boots of his own gang.
To be continued