I could hardly believe that I was standing here just outside one of the most notorious biker bars in the Northeast. I’d been out of smoke for nearly two weeks and this was my final hope. I knew the chances of getting out of here with just some smoke was going to be a very hard thing to do, but I knew the ropes well and had hung out with the good and the bad for several years now.

I had waited for the sun to go down for a little bit of cover and safety. The loud voices that came out of the bar every time the front door opened had me second guessing myself. I’d been standing here in the shadows at the edge of the parking lot for almost half an hour trying to get up the nerve to go in. I knew this was my very best hope of catching a buzz, but it was fraught with danger for a hippie style guy like myself. I knew if just one of these guys was a little too wasted and/or horny, my long hair would only serve to insight some very nasty thoughts.

That’s was when I noticed that I had a stiff prick in my pants. I had been passed around once before between four bikers and luckily it didn’t have any other negative consequences other than the raw humiliation I had to face at the time. I hadn’t been a virgin to giving guys blowjobs, but I had never been handled so roughly. The thing I had decided had really saved me from the beatings that would normally end a session like I had gone through was two-fold; my presence was that of an all male kind of guy, and when I saw things winding down I worked to make sure they had appreciated my extra effort despite that fact.

I had seen several young guys much like myself get pulled into a private party when I hung out with friends that were bikers, and I was well aware of what could happen. What I was looking at right now was a wager between my silver tongue and my available mouth. If I didn’t work this just right, my night was going to take a horrible turn for the worse. But as I watched men drive their bikes into the lot I was feeling like my timing was excellent. There were members of at least three different bike gangs drinking here tonight and that meant they would be keeping an eye on each other more than anything else. All I had to do was effectively weave into the mix as a potential long term customer and I could probably be on my way in just minutes.

After one last long gulp of air, I headed for the door. I passed two guys leaving a few feet from the door and asked them if anyone was holding any goods. That was the lingo back when I was a pot head. One of the guys flippantly told me to ask for Big Jake and that he had the best deal going on. As I turned back towards the door I got a face full of pot smoke being pushed out the door as it closed. It was a party night for sure.

The noise from the music seemed deafening. When I was just inside the door, I looked around to see if by some stroke of luck that I might know at least one of these men. But before I even had a chance to finish my scan, I saw at least two tables with bags of weed sitting out as samples for potential buyers. Unfortunately, it was plain to me that neither of those bags had very good quality to them. The bar was the best place to ask for someone, so I headed for it. I was stopped at one of the tables and asked if I was looking for some smoke. One look at the bag told me to deny the truth and I told them I was there to see Big Jake. Their faces told me he was riding with another gang and that I’d better get a move on. One of the cooler guys at the table though nodded his head towards the other side of the room and I realized he was being kind enough to point the guy out for me.

While I walked toward the other table, I had a shiver run down my spine that told me I was in way over my head here. The only guy there that would have the name Big was a really scary looking guy. He was definitely a tough guy and had a scar running down the left side of his face. I realized I had heard of this guy before and had been told he was a straight up kind of guy, but very much a biker.

The guy caught on that I was walking his way and trained his eyes on me all the way to the table.

I asked, “You must be the guy I was told about, Big Jake?”

“Yeah, what do ya want?”

“I was looking for a bag and some guys just leaving said you had the best deal in here.” I got pretty nervous as I watched his eyes running up and down my body. He was either sizing me up, or checking me out. I didn’t relish the feel of either. That was half the reason I kept up the hippie look, so I would be easily recognized as a toker.

He lifted his hand and pointed to two guys talking at the bar, said he had sold out, but that the guy on the right was selling the same stuff. I thanked him and walked over to talk with him. The guy wanted to know who had sent me and I pointed to Jake. He gave him a polite nod for the business and asked how much I wanted. I told him I just needed a bag for now, but that I would be looking at more if it were a good deal. Now it was his turn to look me up and down, and I was beginning to feel like so much meat. I looked toward the floor and saw that he had a pretty big package on him, but thankfully he wasn’t obviously hard. A new song came on that was blaring away. He nearly yelled in my ear that I had to wait for him to finish his beer and then he’d go out to his saddle bags and grab me a bag. I gave him a thumbs up and sat at the bar.

The bar tender gave me a house beer and I knew this was his cut for shopping here, so I ponied-up two bucks for it and sat a couple of stools away to wait. The guy motioned me closer to him so he could talk to me and I sat next to him. He introduced himself as Buck and asked my name. I made up Ray real quick to keep him from knowing who I really was, and began talking about what I was waiting on. Every time we said something, we would have to lean in towards the other. When I had my head bent down to listen to him, I couldn’t help but look at his crotch again. He was definitely hung well because I could see the length of his shaft running down his leg very plainly. As afraid as I was to let anything but my all male side show in this bar, I felt a familiar tingle in my own crotch. I was way too worried about all the bikers in the bar to really give it much thought, but I knew later on I would be thinking about this moment.

I just about had to chug the beer to get done when Buck was finishing. That wasn’t such a great idea because I wasn’t a drinker and it didn’t take much at all to knock me off my game. He yelled over the music to see if I was ready and after two weeks, I certainly was very ready. We walked out of the bar and he led me to his bike. Following behind the guy I saw he was a tall drink of water and broad shouldered. This was no guy to fuck with, for sure. He opened his side bag and looked in real quick, then closed it. I got a sinking feeling, because he didn’t even root around at all to take a good look.

Buck said, “Shit! I already ran out. I have some more right up the road a bit. Hop on and we’ll go get it.”

The situation went bad in an instant. I had seen the last look he gave me in the bar and I had felt like it was a little more intense than it should be. My options suddenly all became the lesser of all evils. If I refused to go, out here in the empty parking lot I could find myself being forced to do some very embarrassing things. If I made a break for it I might become hunted. And if I went with him, I was basically assured to get put to use in a bad way. I figured the lesser evil would be to go with him and hope for the best. At least he was just one guy, not a bar full of men.

I waited until he sort of demanded that I get on behind him and when I did, he told me to hold onto his hips. There didn’t seem to be any bar or exposed seat to grab, so I had to grab him as he had told me too. My mind was going in twenty directions at the same time. Feeling him in my hands reminded me of the past when I had to hold onto the legs of the other bikers who had used me to keep from getting impaled.

As the lights fell behind us, I cringed over what I might be in for and began setting my mind to do whatever was necessary to keep from getting knocked around. My biggest fear was that this guy seemed to be a no-bullshit kind of guy that would probably demand a very rough servicing. It had been quite a while since I had gotten on my knees for anyone, and being forced to give head against my will was always harder to endure. The absolute greatest fear could be far worse though. It wasn’t an unlikely possibility that Buck would want to brag afterwards and hand me over to one of his buddies. I felt like the dumbest ass in the world for getting myself into this situation.

He only drove down the road about a mile before he turned onto a dirt road. My fears were coming true and I had gotten myself in way too deep. It was dark as shit and hardly any moonlight. I knew I was being spirited away for a carnal coupling. I just hoped that he only wanted something I was willing to give up.

When he pulled over I practiced the totally naïve act so that I wouldn’t look nearly as dumb as I had acted. I really didn’t want to be way out here in the dark and have him think that anything less than the fear of god would be needed to make me comply with what he had in mind for me. He went to one side and started taking a piss. I had actually witnessed this before when I saw another guy getting taken by friends of mine. He was emptying his bladder to make himself more comfortable for his experience. The thought of getting that shaft in my mouth that had looked so big in his pants right after relieving himself was a disgusting thought.

I tried calming myself down by remembering that I had sucked cock before, both willingly and forced. All I had to do was keep my wits about me and I could do whatever was necessary. I knew that I really had to sell the fact that I didn’t want to have to do this without getting punched in the face.

Buck turned around and was lighting up a joint. Oddly enough, seeing that he was preparing me for what was surely to come, made me feel a little better. Sort of like he was trying to put me in the mood for what he expected me to do. Then again, he might have just been preparing himself to really enjoy the hell out of me. There was a stone wall that ran the length of the dirt road and we sat on it while we smoked. I was trying to guess his moves so I wouldn’t get a smack up aside the head to get me to comply. I figured if I stayed close enough to his side that he would just have to grab me. I was glad that I did that, because it did make it easier.

He took one last, long drag to finish the dube and snuffed it out. Then as casually as if he was getting ready for bed, he undid his belt, unzipped himself, and pushed his pants down past his cock. I was pretending not to notice what he was doing and when he was ready for me, he grabbed me by my neck in one of his hands to pull me towards his crotch. I looked at his cock in the little bit of light there was and saw he was extremely hard for me. He was close to, if not the biggest guy I had ever been next to in this way. I started to tell him I wasn’t gay and tried pulling back. He slid his hand from my neck up into my hair and twisted his fingers into it. With a grip like this, I knew I had saved myself a beating.

Despite my protests, he found it pretty easy to spin me around and onto my knees in front of him. He held my head back in an uncomfortable position while he told me what he was expecting of me. When I continued to whine about what he was telling me, I was ordered to keep quiet. I was pulled into the tip of his cock and he rubbed it over my lips. He told me to suck it into my mouth, and when I refused, he made a fist with my hair between his fingers. The pain set in immediately and I opened up for him. The thickness of his cock was the biggest I had to adjust to by far. It was clear he was going to control every aspect of the entire job himself, and he went right to town on pulling my head down onto him while he humped up into my mouth. I got a quick slap on the back of my head because it was hard to keep my teeth away from the skin on his shaft.

Buck was in no hurry to finish with me and kept to a slow rhythm for the first couple of minutes. He kept complimenting me on being smart enough not to do any serious fighting, and on giving great head. I felt his hands sliding to the sides of my head and twisting into my hair again. I was ordered to work on just the head of his cock while he withdrew all but the smoothest mushroom I ever felt, to the tip of my tongue. I couldn’t get over how hard this man was over the use of my mouth. While I ran the tip of my tongue through the slit of his cock, I remembered how he had just pissed through this very hole minutes ago.

He must have liked the feel of my tongue and released my head. I got a slap on the back of the head again and told to worship the tip of his cock. I decided to respond with a little less reluctance, grabbed the base of his cock in my hand, and worked on pleasuring him. I figured this was the best time to strike a deal.

“If I do this… well enough, will you bring me back to the road afterwards?”

Buck was smiling to see I was willing to make a deal and offered his own incentive. He told me that if I did a good enough job that he’d even give me a bag of weed to take with me. I asked him if he would refrain from telling anyone that he made me do this and I loved his response.

“Why the fuck would I tell anyone? You’re the one that better keep your mouth shut.”

I figured he was one of those guys that was so homophobic that despite how much he might be enjoying himself, he would die before admitting it. That made me relax quite a bit, so it was easier to deal with his girth. At least until I had him worked up to the point of taking control again and he started fucking my head really hard and deep. Every stab he took at me went to the back of my throat and banged hard against the bend of my throat that was keeping him from going any further. Struggling to breathe was making my mouth and nose into a frothing mess of spit and his own precum. When I heard him start demeaning me as his bitch, I knew he was getting ready for his big finish. This was where I knew a delicate balance of major reluctance, followed by a quick display of obedience would save me from being found out or beaten.

If he could get into my mind and know the things I had dealt with in my past, I would definitely be getting brought back to the bar and all but sold to another biker, or more. He was pumping up hard into my mouth while both of his hands were holding my head and forcing it to meet each thrust. I had braced both of my hands against his thighs to have some little measure of control, and then I felt the telltale sign of his muscles tensing up for me. I was about to get fed and I could only hope that he would pull away as he did it. I was trying my best to hang on and to mentally prepare myself for whatever he decided to do. I had been forced to swallow a man’s cum in the past a couple of times, but I still considered that an extremely nasty affair. The one thing that might make it easier this time, if he was looking for that, was his size. There was no question that he had the bulk and the dominating control of me to do whatever he pleased.

I felt his hands grasping harder at my hair and braced myself. He started cumming and was holding my head fully down on his cock. I struggled like crazy for a moment. It came easy at this point, but as soon as I saw how futile it was to even think he was going to let me back away, I let my head fall limp. Swallowing with your mouth full of another man’s cock is extremely hard and complicated, but it was either fight to do that or risk inhaling his sperm. It was evident that he liked it when I gave up my struggling because he called me a ‘good boy’ several times. All I could feel was that it was thick and warm, and seemed to be rather an abundant supply. I felt him grunting his way through one last push into me to empty his shaft and then his hands fell from the back of my head.

I jerked away and heaved hard towards the ground, but nothing was coming back out of me. I had never been force fed a man’s cum so successfully before and fought to catch my breath. I heard Buck give a couple of uneasy chuckles as I hacked away. When I caught my breath, I stood up and tried not to look at my attacker. He was buckling his belt while staring at me.

“Now that was one fine blowjob. You make a good bitch, you know that?”

I responded with, “I had no choice. Will you bring me back to the road now?”

“What’s your fucking hurry?”

I watched him lighting up another joint and he passed it to me.

“Would you want to hang around after being made to do that?”

He smirked and said, “It’s the law of the land kid. The weak take care of the needs of the strong. Don’t worry, you did a great job of it.”

“That doesn’t make it any less humiliating for me.”

Buck forced me to sit back down next to him as we smoked the joint and he continued explaining the “law of the land” theory to me. What he didn’t know was that I was already well aware of how bikers felt about such things. The first two times I had been abused as a kid was at the hands of much bigger teenagers. Even they had told me their version of dominance over those smaller and weaker than them.

I couldn’t tell anyone why, but when he got up and told me that I had done “just fine” at being his reluctant bitch, I sort of felt a little satisfaction. He made it sound like a true compliment. I went back to spitting whatever tastes I could from my mouth while he went through his saddle bags. When he came back holding out a bag of weed for me, I reached out and took it instantly.

“Don’t mind getting paid, do you?”

I said, “I think it’s the least I should expect. Have you ever had to do that?”

Again he smirked at me. He sat on his bike, kicked it to life, and told me to get on. This time when I hung onto his hips as he made a tight circle to reverse directions, it didn’t seem nearly as weird. When we got to the end of the dirt road, he asked me where I was headed. I told him I needed to go to a phone booth to call for a ride. He asked me again where I lived and had to go, so I told him the name of a nearby town. He headed off that way and I was both relieved and newly scared. We were headed toward a town full of people that knew me, but at least this particular incident appeared over. I knew all the time I had his cock in my mouth that there was a very real possibility that I could be going right back to that same bar for further abuse. It was somewhat comforting to know that he was successfully placated enough to keep it simple. He got what he wanted from me and that was that.

It was about ten o’clock by the time we drove up to the local hangout spot. I wanted to get off just outside of town, but he wouldn’t have that. He told me that I had done him well and he was going to do the same for me. That put him in the category of being one of the better bikers I knew. Thankfully, I didn’t know many bikers the way I now knew him.

The second a couple of friends saw me, they rushed over to see if I had scored anything. Buck saw their frenzy when I had said “yes”. One of them asked me if I could get anymore, figuring that the guy I was riding with had supplied it.

Buck spoke up, “Yeah, what do you want?”

They each wanted a bag and offered their money to him. He motioned for them to give it to me and told them “Forty each.” I was ordered back on the bike and we went for a quick spin. Down the road he pulled out a couple of more bags and I handed him his money. He handed me back a ten for making the deal.

I knew I had to say something to him, despite what he had just done to me. “Thanks for not saying anything embarrassing back there.”

“Like I said, you did me well, I’ll take care of you. If you need anymore, just stop by the bar and ask for me. Everyone knows how to find me.”

“That’s okay. I don’t think I want that happening again.”

He reached out and grabbed me by my balls. “I had a hell of a good time. Nobody’s going to find out what you did, so you need some more, you know where to find me.”

We drove back to my friends and he went on his way. I had to come up with some very quick lies about how I had met Buck and handed them their stuff. I told them I had to get going and headed for the wooded area at the edge of town. I rolled one for myself, and as I sat there reliving every detail in my mind of what he had done to me, I got so horny I had to pull myself off. The second I was done, I felt disgusted with myself, but amazingly satisfied.

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