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I scoped him out really well as I walked to him. He had on a set of unmarked leathers, so obviously he didn’t have a set of colors, meaning he had no gang affiliation. It looked safe enough, but I was a little worried when the first words out of his mouth were, “Damn, I thought you were a chick and I was gonna get laid.” All I could say was that I was sorry. He looked me up and down and asked me if I toked up and I said, “Ever meet a hitchhiker that didn’t?” He grinned and told me to hop on then. I hopped on and since there was no hand hold on his seat, I had to hang onto his hips.

We got a little ways down the road and he asked if I wanted to do a doobie and I said ‘sure’. He said he knew a place a few miles up the road where we could pull over. Then he told me to hang on better and grabbed my right hand and pulled it to his crotch. I snapped it back to his hip, but he pulled it back to his crotch. As he held it there he demanded that I leave it. I told him I wasn’t gay but he couldn’t have cared less. My mind flashed back to how he had looked me up and down when he picked me up.

He told me to start rubbing him. I said ‘no way’ and he started dipping the bike from side to side. It makes staying on the bike really hard for a second rider. Fearing I was going to fall off at forty miles an hour, I slowly rubbed his crotch. As soon as I stopped the motion, he started dipping again and I went back to rubbing his crotch. I could feel he was getting a hardon very quickly. He told me I was doing a good job, and I was becoming aware of the fact that I would soon be making it deflate as well. I knew the second he put my hand to his crotch, I became his property; especially since he had about a hundred pounds on me. I was desperately trying to figure a way out of this, but then it got worse. He loosened the top of his pants and pushed my hand into his underwear. He dipped the bike a couple of times and I pushed in far enough to feel his hardon. I had taken a taste of a couple of my friends through the years, but this was the biggest cock I ever had my hand on. He wasn’t huge, but twice my size I figured; maybe 7 to 8 inches and wide.

I was ordered to play with him, so I started to feel him some. I went deep enough to feel his balls because I was once told that the bigger the balls, the more cum the guy shot. I was already resigning myself to being this guy’s receptacle and wanted to know what to expect. When a couple of cars were coming at us, he told me not to move my hand. I looked the other way as they passed us. Then he slowed the bike down and pulled off onto an old logging road. I was getting very nervous; having a very good idea of what I would be doing in just a few minutes. The guy pulled a few hundred feet into the woods, and as he pulled to a stop, I pulled my hand from his pants. He shut the bike off and asked, “Did I tell you to take your hand away?” I knew I had no choice and slipped my hand back onto his cock and started rubbing it up and down within the tight confines of his pants. Shortly after I started back on him, he pulled my hand from his pants and struggled to get off the bike without losing his grip on my hand.

He pulled me from the bike and grabbed me by my throat. As he just held me still in front of him, he finally asked, “You’re going to do as I tell you, right?” I nodded my head. He said, “Good, just do as you’re told and we’ll be on our way in a few minutes.” With that he pushed me to my knees and told me to ‘suck it’. I hesitated every move, not wanting to give him the impression that I wanted to do any of this. I slowly opened his pants enough to just get his cock to poke out, and as I looked up at him, he told me to ‘go ahead’. There was definitely a part of me that was enjoying this, but being forced by a biker could get bad fast. I decided I was going to try to stay on his good side. I held his prick in my hand and felt the warmth of it, and the pulsing. I stuck the head of his cock in my mouth and sucked on it. I added a little more to my mouth and started bobbing my head.

I finally pulled from him and asked, “What about that joint you were talking about? Wouldn’t this feel better after?” He knew I was right, but I could tell he was worried about me getting away. So I countered his look with, “Look, I already showed you I’d do it for you, and I’d rather be stoned if I have to finish.” I had him there and he agreed. He asked me if I could roll and I said ‘yeah’. So he threw a bag at me and I rolled the best doobie he ever saw. Cops couldn’t tell my joints from real cigs. As he looked at it he said, “So, I see you have a couple of talents. Just how much cock have you swallowed?” I told him that I had very little experience and that I didn’t want to have to do him. He made me tell him about my two friends and wanted to know if they ever came in my mouth. I told him ‘no’, but it didn’t look like he believed me.

We sat on a log to smoke and I asked what was going to happen after I finished doing ‘that’ to him, and he said, “We’ll be on our way, unless you want to do it again.” I said, “Once is too much.” He asked a lot of questions as we smoked the joint, many were about what I was doing over the weekend. When I told him I lived alone and had no plans, I thought that maybe I had said too much. He said I could go to an outdoor concert with him if I wanted too, to make up for the blowjob I was about to give him. I politely declined! Then he wanted to know if giving him head was all that bad, and I said, “Have you ever done it before?” I asked him that since I was going to comply with his wishes if he would forgo doing it in my mouth. He said ‘we’ll see’. Then I struck a deal with him. I said, “Look, if I just do this willingly, will you drop me off in town and leave me alone?” He thought for a moment and agreed, as long as that’s what I wanted before he dropped me off. I knew that that is what I would want, and felt he would live up to his deal. All bikers had a code to live by, and I knew he wouldn’t have gone back on it.

He asked me if I liked coke and I said ‘yeah’. That’s when he started bargaining me to join him on his trip to the concert. At first he offered me a gram to go with him. I wanted to know why he would want me along, and he grinned. I guess that was answer enough. He took out a small vial and showed it to me. I tipped it from side to side and he realized I knew my stuff. I was looking at the sheen of it and the perfection of the crystals. I said, “Peruvian, huh?”

He asked how I knew that and I replied that I dabbled in ‘things’ and knew more than he thought. I told him the weed we had just smoked wasn’t Columbian as he had said, but more like Californian medium grade grown indoors. He knew I was right again. He proclaimed that I had three fine talents and said it was time for me to get back to the first one.

I stared at him for a moment and asked, “Can I do a couple of lines? I get really horny on coke and it’ll make this a lot easier for me.” I caught the vial as he threw it to me and laid out four lines we each did two of them. I snorted hard and thanked him. Then I knelt between his legs while he sat on the log. I opened his pants back up and felt the coke kick in. It was some pretty good material. I grabbed his prick, which was only half hard now and started rubbing it hard again. Just as I was about to bend over and take it in my mouth, I paused and said, “I don’t even know your name.” He said I could call him Spade and when he asked my name, I said he could call me, “Whatever he wanted to!” I leaned over and started to suck him off again.

Spade was definitely happy with taking me out to the woods and started moaning his appreciation right off. I was amazed at how hard he got so fast. His cock was quite rigid and rather wide, with several large veins running the length of it. His balls seemed huge as I looked at them close up. He told me he appreciated the effort I was putting into it and I paused to tell him ‘that’s the coke’. As he leaned back, he put one hand on the back of my head and started thrusting up into my mouth. I quickly became aware that I was liking this a lot more now that I was nicely buzzed. His shaft felt smooth and warm, and I wasn’t nearly as afraid of him now. He upped his offer to two grams for accompanying him to the concert. I found myself beginning to think about the offer, but knew I couldn’t take it. This wasn’t the first cock I ever gave a blowjob to, but knew I didn’t want to be viewed as anyone’s cocksucker.

Spade stopped me a couple of times and said I was going too fast. I told him that was my intent, to get this over with as fast as possible. Finally, he pushed me down to his balls and told me to work on them for a while. As hairy as they were, I rather liked the experience of having to lick at them and suck on them a bit. As big as this guy was, as long as I kept him pleased, he was pretty nice about it. I sucked away at him several more minutes until I felt him start to spasm. Then his hands were on my head. He said, “I’ve decided you’re going to catch my cum for me.” I shook my head and tried to pull away, to no satisfaction. He pumped vigorously at me and told me not to get any on his pants, or I’d be doing it again. I realized with him holding me so tightly in place that I really did want him to cum in my mouth, but I wouldn’t admit it for anything. And then he did it; I could feel my mouth filling up and gagged a little trying to keep from spilling it on his pants. His hands tangled into my long hair and held me in place until he was done. When he finally let go of me, I turned away and spit his cum out.

I continued spitting as he asked how my first load of cum had tasted. I told him not good and that my mouth was tingling. He laughed and said he never had such a good blowjob from a guy. Then he added that I was so good, he’d give me three grams of coke to go with him on his trip. I said, “Wow, gee, no thanks!” quite sarcastically. Spade said, “You have no idea how good you just sucked me off kid. I’ll give you four grams to spend the weekend with me. I’ll take it easy on you, and hey, for sucking a little cock, that’s a lot of coke.” I made the mistake of letting him see me thinking about it. Four grams was a lot of coke. After about ten minutes of trying to con me into saying yes, I asked what he would actually be expecting of me. He stayed vague, which I knew meant he was trying to weasel around the truth. I was told that he expected some blowjobs from me to keep him happy.

Finally I told him I had planned on doing some stuff this weekend, and the coke sounded real nice, but no thanks. That’s when he employed my greatest weakness. Out came the coke and he laid out several more lines on the seat of his bike. He said, “No hard feeling then? Have some lines.” We each did four lines and I let my guard down. I was asked for the truth about the cocksucking I had just done. He wanted to know if I was going to die from it, if it had been the most horrible thing I’d ever done, and why I had resigned to do it at the end. His sarcasm wasn’t lost on me.

I answered that it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be, but that I still would have preferred not to have done it; especially since he had cum in my mouth. I told him I knew there were worse things that could have happened and I did it on my own to keep from getting beat up. That’s when he sat on the log next to me and put his arm around me. He was a huge guy next to my small frame, and being under the effects of this really good coke his closeness gave me an uneasy feeling of being slightly turned on. Since he was getting close to me again, I figured he decided to take me again, and was waiting for a hint from him in that direction.

He asked me to feel him again and stayed silent. After a long pause, I looked at him and he was just waiting for me to respond. The coke gave him a very unfair advantage that I figured he was relying on. I wondered how serious he was, since I just got him off less than ten minutes ago. At least a couple of minutes went by and his eyes were burning a whole into my head. I finally reached between his legs and rubbed his crotch. I couldn’t believe a mere request for this action and silence had got me to willingly place my hand back on him. I felt him growing under the palm of my hand. He said, “Feels good getting it to grow for you, doesn’t it. I saw your face as you sucked me off before. You want it again, don’t you?”

I found myself under his control somehow, it seemed impossible to lie to him right now as I felt the warmth and hardness of his cock under his pants. He said to me, “Four grams of some of the finest coke around. And you get that cock to have all to yourself. I swear you won’t get hurt… I’ll keep you stoned during the trip… and you’ll be home by Sunday night.” Then he looked at me in silence and waited for my response. I said, “I’m not a cocksucker you know. You made me do that to you.” And after another long pause, he said he could help me do it every other time as well. The warmth and his hard cock throbbing under my hand had gotten to me. I rubbed him more enthused; long and slow, low between his legs and then back up to the tip of his cock. I realized I just admitted to him, I did want to taste his prick in my mouth again.

All he said was, “You want it again, just take it.” I stared at him somewhat ashamed, but slowly dropped my eyes to my hand that had worked him into hardness again. I couldn’t believe what my body was doing. I slid off the log and knelt between his legs. I reached forward and undid his belt and unsnapped his jeans. I kept looking back and forth between his face and the hard cock I was quickly approaching. I unzipped him and pulled on his pants until he helped me get them to his ankles. I watched his face as I drew his underwear to the ground as well. He had such a smug look of triumph on his face which made me feel as if I had just turned myself over to him. I rubbed his bared cock in my hands for a moment and just before taking this large, steaming hot cock back to my mouth, I said to him, “I can’t believe I’m doing this again.”

I willingly started to suck on him and bob my head in the spirit of a real blowjob. I used my hand to help pleasure him, both on his shaft and his balls. He moaned his pleasure to my efforts and rubbed my head as if to say ‘good boy’. After several minutes of sucking him, I actually pulled off of him and asked, “Are you having a good time?” I couldn’t figure why I would give a damn about how he felt; I was the one being humiliated with his cock in my mouth. He smiled his answer to me and as I lowered my eyes to concentrate on him, he knew I wanted to be taken and given no options. He told me, “Obviously, you want to go with me. You just can’t admit it out loud.” And as he humped his prick up into my mouth a little more than I felt comfortable taking, he placed his hand on the back of my head to keep me from backing away. I think he found the words I had been looking for in my own mind but was afraid to find.

Spade now placed both his hands on the back of my head and asked, “Can I do this the way I want?” I knew exactly what he meant and nodded my approval. “This is what you can expect for the next three days’” and set off feeding me his hardon with great relish. I was scared to death when he implied I was going with him, knowing this was probably the only part of the trip I would enjoy, besides the drugs. My head was under his control now and he was just a little rougher with me than I would have liked… or so I mused. But the feeling of this mans hard cock going in and out of me was so fucking erotic. I guessed the tenseness I felt in his legs meant he was ready to cum again. He stood up from the log and told me to only suck the hole in the tip of his cock. I was asked if I was ready for him to cum in my mouth again and I nodded ever so slightly so as not to let his cock head slip from my lips. I held his cock to me as I sucked just the very tip of his organ, waiting for my well-worked-for gift. Then he stiffened and held my head. I felt his sperm and started sucking away at his cum producing hole like it was a straw. In the empty space of my mouth, I could feel just how much cum he was producing for me. He groaned as he, and I, worked on milking the last few drops from his prick.

I willingly continued sucking on him until he went totally soft and then pulled from him. I purposely let him watch as I let his cum run from my mouth to the ground, he informed me that by the end of the weekend, that I would be swallowing his cum instead of wasting it. I shook my head ’no’ as I continued to spit the lasts globs from my mouth. I said, “I can’t go with you…”

Spade said, “Sure you can, you just told me how much you wanted to go. Don’t worry kid, I’ll take really good care of you, and your needs.” Again, all I could say was, “I really can’t do that…”, all the time in the back of my thoughts hoping that he didn’t really give a damn what I wanted. After he pulled his pants back up, I asked for a ride to town. He never really answered ‘yes’ or ‘no’. But as we both got on the bike, I knew I wasn’t going to be getting dropped off anytime soon. As we rode slowly back to the main road, he leaned back and told me, “I know what I’ll call you now,” remembering how I said he could call me whatever he wanted. He said, “I think I’ll call you ‘my bitch’. You like that?” As I hung onto his hips and wondered just how fitting that name might be, we hit the road and he took off. As soon as we straightened up, there was a cop behind us with lights on.

We pulled over and as Spade got off the bike he glared at me to be silent. I stayed on the bike. When the cop got to us he said, “What were you doing down that dirt path?” I could see Spade was having a hard time coming up with an answer, so I offered, “Sorry man, I had to take a piss.” And then I added… slowly, “We’re on our way to Vermont for a concert.” The cop said we had been trespassing and not to do it again. He looked us over a little and went back to his car and drove off. I hung my head in fear of showing my real desires. As Spade got back on the bike, he told me, “A great liar, another talent.” As if to answer him, instead of just hanging onto his hips, I rubbed my right hand roughly over his crotch and felt his cock twitch. Then I placed it back on his hip and we took off.

Spade took me to town, and even slowed as we got to the middle as if waiting for me to say I wanted off. I never did, but I did try to hide my face some so in case anyone I knew saw me with this guy. Despite all the bikers I hung out with, I feared that anyone seeing me would know this guy was different. As we went past the last stores in the middle of town, Spade revved the bike to signal we were on our way, and brought the speed up. I couldn’t believe I did nothing to stop from becoming this huge guy’s ‘bitch’ for the weekend.

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When we got a few miles from the concert, we pulled over to a small diner. It had been a three hour ride and only had one break along the way. Spade had said we needed a refreshing buzz and a quickie. When I had finished with him, he complimented me on being one fine bitch.

The rest of the ride, I had wondered just how often he would want me between his legs. The diner turned out to be for more than just food; he wanted to, as he said, ‘train me’. I figured he meant the rules I should follow. I know that biker chicks have very specific rules to obey and figured since I had become his bitch, that I would be hearing them first hand now. Little did I know how much they would stay the same.

He started out with, “You understand, as my bitch, you’re my property.” I nodded that I knew that. He told me to be quiet around other people unless asked a question and I was to act as a very straight guy whenever we were in public so as not to embarrass him. Then he sacred me to no end, as he said, “And when I sell your services, you make me proud.” I asked what he meant and he responded, “I told you, you’re going to suck cock all weekend. I didn’t say just mine. How did you expect to pay for the four grams?” I told him I didn’t know that was a part of the deal and said I couldn’t do it. He told me I performed well under pressure and that I would do fine after the first few men. I somewhat pleaded with him not to ‘turn me out’ to other guys, but he said I had no choice. I asked who he had in mind, friends or what? He told me he would find my ‘Johns’ and to let him worry about that. I started begging him not to do this to me and started offering up deals instead. He had his mind made up.

A guy sitting at the bar must have picked up on something because he came over and sat down next to me. Seemingly ignoring me, he asked Spade why his little friend suddenly looked so scared. He informed him that he just told me what I was going to be doing all weekend. The guy asked, “And that would be?” Spade replied, “Anything that can make me a buck.” I cringed in fear as the guy put his arm around me on top of the bench seat. I tried not to return his stare, but I could feel him checking me out as if I were a new toy or something. He pushed his fingers through my hair and asked, “How much for some head?” I wanted to die, and even more when Spade said, “Twenty bucks a throw.” The guy grabbed the back of my neck roughly and said that we had a deal and wanted to know where and when. Spade told him we’d go down the road as soon as we finished eating. The guy roughly rubbed the back of my head and warned me not to fill up.

The guy went back to the bar to wait, and I asked Spade to please not make me go through with this. He asked me if I had twenty bucks and I said ‘no’. Then he said, “You will in a little while.” Then he told me to stop whining, that he wouldn’t leave me alone with him. And then the bad news to let me know just how often he planned on ‘selling’ me. He said as soon as I made him the four hundred for the coke, I would be all his. Instantly I figured that meant twenty blowjobs; I had just given my first one less than four hours ago. I told him to forget the coke, that I didn’t need it. But he said a deal was a deal and that he wouldn’t force me to take the coke, but I was going to be his bitch the entire weekend anyway. I asked him to stop calling me that, it was demeaning. He leaned close to me and said, “First, you are my bitch now, and second, I would think of all the cock you have to suck as a little more demeaning.” Then he told me I was stalling for time by not eating and said, “Let’s go!”

As we paid and left, the other biker was right behind us. When we met at the bikes, Spade told him to follow us. I couldn’t help but try to see his crotch and just how big it might be. All the way down the road while Spade looked for a safe place for the guy to take me at, I pleaded with him not to make me do this. His answer was to place my hand on his crotch. He was already very hard and I realized selling me had him turned on with power. Suddenly he jerked the bike off the road towards a field. We road to the back of it, closely followed by my soon-to-be first paying customer. As Spade and I dismounted, he told me to ask for my payment up front, and to hold it in my hand until I was done to remind myself what I was sold for.

The guy said, “Well boy, get over here.” I gave one more begging look to Spade as he grinned at my predicament, and slowly walked to the man. He told me to get on my knees as he undid his pants and I heard Spade clear his throat. He said if I blew the guy first and he stiffed me for the money, it would be a freebie on my part. I quickly put out my hand and told him I needed the money first. He fished out his money and asked, “How much you charge for a blowjob kid, five bucks?” I said, “No sir, twenty.” He smiled widely as he gave me a twenty and told me to get working for it. The man in front of me was as large as Spade, but fatter.

I reached out and started to open his pants and pushed them and his underwear to the ground. His cock was shorter, but fatter than Spade’s and only half hard. I grabbed it in my hand and figured I would do the best I could to get it over with in a hurry. Before taking him into me, I told him not to cum in my mouth. He said, “Fuck you bitch, you’re mine now.” I took a quick look at Spade and he nodded his agreement. I crunched the twenty dollar bill in my hand as I started sucking on my second man of the day. I couldn’t believe I was proving to these two men that I was in fact, Spade’s bitch. I gave him the best blowjob I could stand, trying to hurry him up as much as possible. He was relentless with my mouth and banged me much harder than Spade had. I rubbed his balls furiously and rubbed the shaft of his cock that wouldn’t fit into my mouth. He twisted my long hair roughly in his fingers and told me to get ready to swallow. I freaked out and tried pulling away from him, despite how much my hair hurt. I begged him with my tormented eyes not to make me do that for him. He was laughing devilishly, and pushed hard to the back of my throat. I felt him cumming in me and gagged trying not to let his cum go down my throat. Some of his cum choked into my nasal system and I frothed it out of my nose. When he released me, I spat on the ground fervently, and Spade told me to always make sure I thanked my ‘John’ for letting me suck on their cocks.

I sneered at Spade, knowing that about half of this guy’s cum had just been forced down my throat against my will. But I turned to the guy and said, “Thank you for letting me blow you.” As I stood and went back to the somewhat safer hands of Spade, I handed him the twenty and said, “Here’s your money sir.” Despite how sarcastically I had said it, he let it go, because it showed him that I knew my place. He told the guy before riding off that he had been my first trick and to look for us at the concert.

I told Spade I couldn’t keep doing that to guys, that it was just too nasty. I tried to bargain with him to let me just take really good care of his needs, even saying he didn’t have to give me the coke. He ignored my pleas and said lets do some blow and make a plan. He laid out two long, thick lines and told me to do them. As he prepared a couple for himself, I rolled a joint and we sat down on a stonewall to smoke it.

Spade said, “You gave a really good blowjob to that guy. He’ll be looking for us all weekend I bet. You excited at knowing you’re gonna have to suck him off again?” I decided to try to mitigate my situation and said, “I’d rather just spend the weekend taking care of you.” I felt so queer saying that, not gay, just a queer thing to come out of my mouth. I decided that I wanted to get Spade in a pliable position, so I moved off the wall and sat at his feet. I said I had already sucked him off three times, so I figured I had sixteen times to go. He corrected me and said, “Nineteen times! You can’t count taken care of your pimp.”

I didn’t like knowing he considered himself my pimp. But I was still going to put him on my side. I rubbed his thigh right up and over his crotch, and asked, “So, you’re my pimp? Just what do you intend to do with me?” As he spread his legs to allow me better access to him, he told me I still had a lot of cock to suck to make his money back. Between the coke coming on to me and the hard cock I was rubbing, I was getting very lustful. I thought that maybe if I became his toy, he would lighten up on me. So I sat on my knees and started rubbing his cock through his pants with both hands. I pushed up and over his cock roughly one last time and undid his belt and pants. I asked him if he was ready for me again and he smiled his approval.

As I pulled his pants down once again, I flashed my eyes between his eyes and the hard cock I was exposing. He said, “God, that coke really does get you horny, huh?” I continued to rub him hard and let him see the lust in my eyes. I had lost myself… now I didn’t know if I was working on him, or taking care of my own desires.

I knew I wanted to feel his cock in my mouth now, especially thinking about the other guy I had just sucked off. As I suckled on the head of his prick, he slid forward to give me better access to him and put a hand on the back of my head. He quickly pulled his hand away and apologized saying that I obviously didn’t need his help. I slurped off him as I placed both his hands back to my head and said, “No, I like them there to guide me…” I lost all control of my own welfare and added, “Damn, okay, you win, I’m… you’re bitch and I’ll do my best.” He flashed me a big smile. I pulled away from his cock just long enough to utter things to turn him on. I said, “Tell me what you want me to do for you… tell me how you’re going to pass me around to other men… and hold me like that last guy did… and force your cum down my throat.”

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