By Solomon

Disclaimer: If you are easily offended by blatant sexual stories, are under 18, or have a heart condition, don’t read this. If it is illegal in your state to possess this literature, then don’t possess. All within is pure fiction - I guess.

I’ve had so many requests to make this story into a series that I finally decided to do it. The funny thing is that most of the requests seemed to come from females that love the idea of watching men dominate other men. Either way, here is perhaps the most outrageous story I’ve ever worked on. See, feedback works.

I couldn’t believe what I had just gone through. And now I’m on the back of a bike hanging onto Logan, the gritty biker that had just ruined my new life by forcing me to give him and his buddy blowjobs. My newly acquainted friends may have been ushered out of the hangout, but they had to be total idiots not to know what the bikers were going to do to me. And it appeared that Becky had even been watching my assault through an old keyhole. That made my decision to leave town really easy. That was way too bad because I was developing a hell of a crush on her, but there was no way I could ever face her, ever again.

We had gone about three miles down the road before Logan pulled into a gas station. I knew I had promised him the ultimate humiliation just to get me out of there and away from my friends’ eyes, but I had to try to get away.

“Thanks for the ride, I’ll hitch the rest of the way.”

“Whoa little buddy. Aren’t you forgetting our payment?”

“Come on, haven’t you done enough to ruin my life?”

“A deal’s a deal. And you’re gonna pay up.”

I had done enough dealing on the side to know that if I welshed on even a deal as sick as this one, I could wind up in a life threatening situation quickly. And since I had made a deal with two bikers, it was even more threatening. I was beginning to wish I had simply faced my friends long enough to hit the road on foot, but I knew Becky would have followed me. The only hope I had was that both of these men had stopped drinking when they had started in on me. Perhaps sobering up a little would make them a little less aggressive.

“Okay, I’ll do it. But where are we going?”

“Your place sounds good. Or we could go to the clubhouse.”

I knew all about biker club houses and if I went into one to do what they wanted me to do, I could very well never leave. I offered every idea I could come up with as an alternative, but they were very insistent on kicking back to enjoy my services. They affectively were going to get their way, but it wasn’t as bad as it could be. I planned on packing my stuff and taking off first thing in the morning anyway, so I didn’t have to worry about them coming back.

Ricky came back from taking a piss and I was instructed to show them the way to my place. I felt so disgusted with myself for what I had done, was about to do again, and just having to hold on to this dirt bag in front of me to keep from falling off the bike. I was going out of my mind hoping that anything would happen to get me separated from these two men, but we pulled up to the trailer I was renting only minutes later.

I opened the door and paused to plead with them one more time to leave me alone. All I got was pushed through the door. They sat backwards at the kitchen bar and watched me as I got a soda. They told me they wanted beers and I was going to tell them I had none, but would probably get smacked around if they looked in the fridge. I went to get them each a beer and handed them to Logan. I didn’t know what to do, so I stood in front of them asking if there was anyway in the world that they would let me out of my deal. All I got was pitiful stares.

They were kicking back and I just wanted to get rid of them so bad, but there was no way I could provoke what they were waiting for me to do. It was so awkward waiting for something to happen and they kept looking over my body like I was a girl to them. Finally, Ricky said that we should get the show on the road. Logan beckoned me to him with a finger, and I slowly forced myself to get within his reach. I had been around bikers enough while dealing to know the gist of what was about to happen. As soon as I got within reach, it would be out of my hands. That’s exactly the way it went down.

Logan reached forward and grabbed my arm roughly, spun me around and pulled me to his lap. I was less than half his weight at 120 pounds, and I couldn’t even begin to fight back. As soon as his hand wrapped around my arm, I was his until he was done with me. While he tried to embarrass me by groping me as if I was a female, he nearly fell off his stool. That encouraged him to drag me over to the couch. Ricky grabbed the beers and followed us. He went right back to feeling me up and next to his size I flew back to an earlier time in my life when I had been molested when I was about eight. I felt just as tiny now and just as helpless.

It was obvious he was trying to demean me by grabbing at my chest and then my crotch. And that led him back to what had started all this in the first place. He put his right index finger to the corner of my mouth, and then he forced it between my lips.

“Suck on it like you did before. Work it like a good boy.”

I didn’t have much choice as he worked it around the inside of my mouth. I closed my lips and started to gently suck on it. Ricky was sitting across from us and I closed my eyes so I didn’t have to watch his glare. Logan worked his finger in and out of my mouth while he worked himself into a frenzy for the real show. All of a sudden he released me, and told me to get on my knees. It was about to happen again and I wanted it over so bad that I went to my knees, between his. He sat there waiting for me to take his pants down and I was really hoping that wasn’t what he wanted. But his belligerent stare made me start on my own.

My hands were shaking like crazy as I reached to unbuckle, then unzip his pants. He lifted his ass off the couch so I could pull them down and lifted a second time as I pulled his shorts off. He was half hard and the light was a lot brighter here, so I could see every nuance of his girth. Even partially aroused he was twice my size and his balls were huge as well. He was so hairy that he resembled a gorilla between his legs.

I tried to tell myself that I was just sucking on his finger again as I reached out to grab his cock. The last hour and a half must have been sobering him up because he was being much more reactive to every little touch. Just bringing my mouth closer to his organ was making him hard, and after lapping at the tip of his cock, he grew fully erect in only moments. He started complimenting me on the job I was doing , which didn’t make me feel even the least bit better at being between his legs for a second time.

Ricky came over to sit next to Logan again and spread his legs. He was making it very obvious to me that he wanted me to rub him again as I had back at Barry’s place. I reached over with my left hand and ran it up to his crotch. This time he wasn’t very hard either, but just a few rubs over his cock and the situation changed immediately.

Logan put his hands on the back of my head and kidded Ricky how it felt like a melon. Then he scrunched my hair in his hands and jerked my head forward, impaling me on his erection. I thought it was going to go down my throat, by after I bottomed out on him I felt pretty safe that his cock was way too big to fit. But he was plenty stiff right now, so I wasn’t placing any bets. He seemed to like watching my hand working Ricky’s cock through his pants and began working his hips into my mouth as he held my head in place for himself. I began gurgling trying to get air between his thrusts but he seemed fixated on gagging me. Ricky was encouraging him to fuck me harder and I wanted to rip his cock right out of his pants. As if humiliating me to the point of suicide wasn’t enough, he had to add insults too.

Logan demanded that I use my right hand on him and I grabbed his balls to hurry him up. I guess it felt good to him because he pulled his cock from my mouth and pushed my head down until I started to lap at his balls. He slumped down on the couch to make it easier for me to reach him. His hair felt nasty in my mouth, but I bathed his balls because it was making him groan so much. I kept stroking him as much as I could with my free hand to keep him aroused, while all the time I was alternating between lapping at his balls and sucking them one at a time into my mouth. If for no other reason, I was beginning to try to do my best despite the constant feeling of wanting to gag over what I was doing, because Logan seemed very happy with my efforts. Keeping these guys happy was my best bet at getting them to leave me alone. All I needed was a couple of hours and I’d be packed and gone.

I felt an excruciating pain on the top of my head and realized his was pulling me back to his cock. I switched places, my mouth for my hand and my hand to massage his balls. He was working himself into me in a very slow and methodical rhythm, and sadly I became aware that my own cock was getting very hard. I was so glad I wasn’t exposed to them. I was so ashamed that sucking off a man twice my size could in any way be arousing to me. It all came rushing into my head that I had become that cocksucker that was such a shameful thing to be as a kid. I remembered the kid that we all called blowboy for years just because he had big lips, and now I was the one giving the blowjobs. Something I thought no one could ever force me to do was being achieved as easy as simply being twice my size with little respect for life.

Logan had been taunting me as I sucked away at him and rubbed his balls like a bag of sensitive jewels, but I had shut him out. Now I was hearing him say that he was about to feed me my next meal, and before I could even figure out what he meant, I felt him cumming in my mouth. I tried my hardest to pull away, but he held me in place as he emptied his balls into me. I was trying to spit it out, but the girth of his cock left little room to push it out of my mouth. My gagging became uncontrolled and his enthusiasm to use me made it impossible to pull away. The best I could do was let his cum drool from my lips as he worked himself in and out of me those last few times.

When Logan had started cumming, I lost sight of Ricky and used the hand that had been prepping him for his turn to keep myself from being strangled by Logan’s cock. I was finally being allowed to pull off Logan and turned to see that he was standing, and his pants and underwear were pushed to the floor. I wanted to throw up knowing that some of his cum had gone down my throat despite my best efforts to keep it out. But I wasn’t given any time to recuperate. Ricky grabbed my hair and forced my head to his cock.

I looked up at him while he rubbed the head of his cock across my lips. What had I done to cause all this to happen to me? I was about to start on my fourth blowjob in less than two hours and I wanted to hide someplace in the dark and cry. My life was shot to hell, and absolutely no reason could be made of it. I was almost broke, and running from this town was going to be costly.

I tried to keep from opening my mouth yet again, but Ricky gripped the sides of my mouth with his thumb and forefinger and squeezed until I had to open for him. He definitely wasn’t as wasted as he had been because he was far more interested in fucking my lips this time. He was holding me in place as he thumped away at me. I couldn’t tell what Logan was doing, but he was walking around my trailer and looking at stuff. I was being kept way too busy at the moment to worry much about him and was trying to keep from losing it.

After a couple of minutes of very vigorous fucking, Ricky just stopped and ordered me to take over doing all the work. I couldn’t believe his request. It was bad enough being used by him, but now he wanted me to do it all. When he released my head I yanked away from him and begged to smoke a joint, drink a beer, or anything that could possibly help loosen me up so I could perform what was being expected of me. Ricky actually liked my suggestion and said he didn’t mind waiting a few minutes so as to prolong his experience. I hadn’t thought about that aspect.

A bag of weed was thrown at me to roll one and I suddenly realized that despite how much I wanted to get wasted to be able to do the things being asked of me, that left a lot of room for talking. And they quickly found many ways to humiliate me beyond belief. I was asked everything from how I liked getting my mouth fucked, to whose cum tasted better. They wouldn’t accept my shrugged shoulders as an answer and demanded my verbal responses. Can you imagine sitting in front of two brutes twice your size and having to tell one of them that their cum had actually tasted better than the others? Or what it was like having to give my fist blowjob?

I made the mistake of saying how my embarrassment would be short lived because I would be leaving town as soon as possible. For some reason, Logan’s ears really picked up on that one. I couldn’t possibly have known what he was planning in his own mind, but later I would find that virtually everything I said from that point on, only worked against me.

Logan demanded that I hand my wallet over to him. I thought about how much insult could they add to my humiliation. On top of everything else, he was going to rob me, too. But he took the twenty or so dollars I had in there almost as an afterthought. What he took first was my license. I began to ask him why he would want my license, but he cut me off by wanting to know why I had an out of state license. I gave him a quick run down on how I had just moved down here a couple of months ago. When he asked me if my family lived back there, I answered yes before understanding what I could potentially be doing. He slung so many questions about them at me, that I had no time to realize how horribly I was setting myself up.

I watched Logan put my license into his pocket, and then he told me the really bad news.

“Well, now we know where the family is. You know why that’s so important to me?”

I didn’t really think he wanted an answer, so I kept my mouth shut.

“Because no one wants someone like me to know where their little sister can be found, if you know what I mean. You know what that makes you now?”

I shrugged my shoulders. Simply hearing him acknowledging that I had a little sister scared the hell out of me. What had I done to her?

“You want to leave town, we’re going to help you. But nobody gets a free ride in life. It’s gonna cost you. You’re gonna be my little buddy for a while.”

I cringed over everything he just told me. I had just effectively handed my life over to this psycho. I had given him everything he needed to destroy my life as I knew it. I told him I was running away. He knew where my family was and thus had a great measure of control over me. And he already knew he could get from me the one thing I had of value to him; my mouth. I begged him to leave me alone, but he and Ricky just started kicking around all the good aspects of taking me along with them on a cross country trip they were about to go on themselves. I wanted to try to bargain with them, but I had nothing to offer. I had been reduced to a mouth to use with no other value at all.

My mind was racing through one horrific scenario after the other. I remembered a girl many years earlier in my home town that disappeared for several months and just as suddenly reappeared. The rumors had told of how she had been taken by men just like these to California while they conducted illicit business. I found myself looking at the same horrors.

I came back to the present and Logan was asking me how I liked their plans for me. It didn’t matter that I hadn’t heard the last several things they had talked about, I had no free will anymore. My worth in life boiled down to either doing whatever these two bikers told me to do, or face consequences too horrible to even comprehend.

I didn’t know it until later, but the two of them said they were going to get some beer at the local store and would be right back. What they were doing was testing their hold over me. They wanted to see if I was stupid enough to make a run for it, or if I was going to stay put while they were gone. I couldn’t even move from the couch while they were gone, let alone making a run for it. All I could think about was how my life was over and that the only thing I could possibly do was try to keep my family out of it. By the time they got back, I was almost in a coma. I could here them talking, but barely understood what they were saying.

It hadn’t even dawned on me that I had never finished Ricky’s blowjob. His interest went elsewhere when they began talking about keeping me along side them for however long they wanted. But now he was reminding me that I had a task to finish. He stood in front of me as I still sat on the couch and told me to get to work. I had no will left to fight the obvious and deftly reached out to undo his pants.

Ricky hadn’t even been thinking about sex because he was as limp as could be. This was more of an exercise to see my just how far they had broken me down. My obedience was giving them all the knowledge they needed. I felt his cock and the warmth from it seemed to radiate to my brain. He felt too soft to even put in my mouth, so I fumbled with him in my hand until he was at least half hard for me. I looked up at him once before taking him into my mouth and my face had to be more blank than at any other time in my life. I had no idea what to think at the moment. I just knew that if I didn’t comply, I’d get a beating, if not worse.

I started bobbing my head on his cock while trying to make sense of why I wasn’t fighting him. Slowly, something came to my mind that someone in my past had told me. It was something about taking control of a bad situation by duping those involved. My mind was working in slow motion, but I seemed to be waking up as I found myself almost lovingly fellating Ricky’s cock. I had gone into an automatic response of doing what I knew he would approve of to get his good will. And it was working. I could tell because of the simplest thing; he rubbed my head gently, as if to say he understood I was coming to terms with my situation.

There was an unspoken understanding between us and he was about to see just how compliant I was going to be. His hand slipped to the back of my head with his palm right in the proper position to keep me at the right depth, and he began working himself into my mouth in a very pleased, dominant fashion. I looked up at him and saw the very pleased smile on his face at realizing that they had all but taken the fight out of me. I guess it was at this time that we came to an understanding that I was their ‘little buddy’ as Logan had put it earlier. Be it for good or bad, I simply had to perform as they dictated, or all hell would break loose. Eventually I would find ways to continue showing my disgust at what they wanted me to do, but it had no effect whatsoever on the outcome. If they wanted something, they would wind up getting it.

There was still one thing that could possibly be worse than given these two guys blowjobs, but there had been no mention of it and I did everything I could to keep it out of my mind. For now I had to concentrate on what I was doing, because if I wanted to have any bargaining chips, I had to be good for something.

At some point Ricky had placed both of his hands on the back of my head and was going in and out extremely fast. It occurred to me that he was about ready to cum and he was going so fast that I barely noticed how intrusive he had become. Then I realized it was because I had simply relaxed my mouth so much that it was next to impossible to make me gag. But just as he started to cum he bucked my head back and I could feel his sperm hitting the roof of my mouth. I was so afraid to gag over what he was doing, or he might see it as fighting him. I had to play their game at least until I was anywhere far from here. I did gurgle over the slop mixing in my mouth and began feeling sick. I somehow found the strength to hold it back until he withdrew from my mouth. But then before I even knew it was going to happen, I began throwing up on the floor.

I heard them laughing at me and Logan said something about how I would have to learn to do better than that. I crawled to my feet as I wiped my mouth across my sleeve and waited for whatever was next. It didn’t take before Logan came up to me, threw me back against the wall, and told me the way it was going to be.

“Get it straight kid; you’re mine now. You run and we’ll hunt you down, and then your family. You got a problem with that?”

I knew there was only one answer. “No.”

“You wanted to get out of here fast, well you have two hours to get ready. We’re going to finish up some business and we’ll be back for you. You got a backpack?”

“Yes.”

“That’s all you get to take. Nothing breakable. Got a sleeping bag?”

“Yes.”

“Take that too. And fix us some food for the road.”

He turned to walk to the door, but just before leaving he issued me one last warning. “Two hours! Be here, be ready.”

As soon as they left I sat down on the floor in total shock. It was really happening to me and there was simply nothing I could do about it. I looked around and began to realize that I could actually have a hard time finding enough stuff to fill my backpack. In two months the biggest thing I owned was a small boom box. I finally got to my feet and in a zombie fashion I began to put some clothes together. I put the few mementos I had collected into several layers of plastic. I used the bread I had to make as many sandwiches as I could and grabbed my sleeping bag.

I finished packing everything I was going to take, and decided to go next door to my neighbors trailer. I talked to the guy about buying the few remaining things I was leaving behind. I told him my father had died and needed to leave immediately. He looked at everything that was left and offered me three hundred for it all. I figured it was better than nothing and took it. I gave him the key to my trailer and asked him to get it out the next day. He grabbed a few of the things and left for the night.

The need for money really didn’t seem like much of a necessity, so I wrapped up two hundred of it and grabbed the mementos. I ran up into the woods behind my place and buried it as deep in the ground as my bare hands could muster. I put the money in another spot several feet away and marked both spots in my mind. I took one last look at the little stuff I was leaving behind and said a quick prayer in my mind that I would someday see them again.

When I came back up behind my trailer I could see that Logan and Ricky had come back. I saw Logan smashing the wall by the door and realized he was mad that I wasn’t there. My mind wanted my feet to run so fast the other way, but something forced me to walk to the front door. When Logan saw me he was rather awed at my appearance. I told him how I had buried my mementos in the woods and that I had thought I’d be back in time. I think he was as shocked as I was that I hadn’t taken off.

“I left everything right here by the door. And I thought I‘d be back before you.”

“I guess that’s a show of loyalty. Well, you want to give us each another go, or you want to hit the road?”

“I’d really like to just get out of here.”

With that Logan tied my gear to his bike and I took one last look inside my trailer. Logan and Ricky came up behind me. I knew it was time to leave it all behind. I turned to walk to the front door but Logan stopped me.

“How about money? You got any?”

I told him I had a little and he put his hand out. I took the hundred out plus about six more, and handed it to him.

“Kid, you won’t need money anymore. I’ll be taking care of you. So any money you get, you give to me. Understand?”

“Yes.”

We walked out the door and I was handed a spare helmet to put on. Logan started his bike and motioned for me to get on behind him. We drove off in the dark and headed for god knows where. I was growing tired of the chattering of the chain, and the fact that I had to hang onto Logan’s waist all the time to keep from falling off. It must have been at least three hours before we pulled over and when we did it was into the parking lot of a seedy looking bar. At first Ricky suggested leaving me with the bikes, but Logan told him he needed to take care of his bitch and wasn’t about to leave me behind. I was glad that I wasn’t being left outside to face whatever, but I hated the way I was invited along.

At least the dive wasn’t a biker bar, though there was several bikes in the side lot. I thought it was rather ironic that normally I wouldn’t go near a bar like this one with my long hair, yet as these guys’ little buddy, I didn’t give it a second thought. Since Ricky was considered an enforcer in any biker’s mind, a man would have to be a major fool to take him on. Logan picked a table and we all sat down to wait on service. Over the last five hours I had probably said less than a hundred words, but now both the guys wanted to talk a blue streak. I was learning at least where we were headed to start with but couldn’t figure out what could be in Utah worth going there.

I asked where we would be staying for the night and found it was better not to ask. Logan wanted to know if I was suggesting I needed another feeding already. There was another term that was sure to hang around. For the last three hours riding behind Logan I had been wondering about my folly and couldn’t wait any longer. No matter how bad the answer, it couldn’t be worse than not knowing.

“Just how often to you expect to do that to me?”

“What, feed you? I know I could take the warm and wet mouth of yours two or three times a day. At least for a while.”

Ricky came in with, “I could keep up to that. Don’t worry kid, you’re really good at it.”

I asked, “You aren’t really serious are you?”

Logan responded with how I had to expect them to break me in a little. I guess I felt his first show of pity when he told me that it would taper off as they got their fill of me. And tempting fate as it were, I had to know the final question.

“What else… what else do I have to fear?”

Logan was mulling over his answer and leered at me when he gave it. “You give us your best, and we’ll leave your pussy alone. You try to sneak away, I’ll catch you and turn your ass up to a docking warship. Got me?”

“Yeah, thanks.” I couldn’t believe I was thanking him for sticking to raping only one part of my body. But if nothing else, I did feel a little better knowing those answers.

The topic turned to my name. Neither of them seemed to like Don and they began pitching alternatives. I was asked my opinion on several of them that I refrained from commenting on. There was a definite theme working their suggestions which included; Mary, Annie, and Lucy. The humiliation just kept growing. Logan finally hit on his acceptable idea when he was waxing, “My.. little buddy…” and with a big smile, “Holly.”

Ricky broke in, “I like it. Holly, a sweet name for a sweet pair of lips. What’s the bitch think about it?”

With him looking at me the way he was I decided that at least the name wasn’t as blatant as Mary. “Okay, I guess. But could we keep that sort of low key? Please?”

“That sounds like something that has to be earned, don’t you think Rick?”

“Definitely!”

I really didn’t want to leave them alone to scheme up any surprises for me, but I really had to take a piss. I told them where I was going and headed for the head. There were only two urinals and I had to stand next to a half drunk redneck, almost as big as Logan. I got a really bad vibe when I saw him look down at my prick as I was pissing. I felt a lot better when he just zipped up and left. But a minute later as I left, I was passing him at the bar and he called me to him. I didn’t seem any harm in it and went to see what he wanted. The next thing I knew he had run his hand under my hair to grab a handful of it and threatened to fuck me up if I didn’t go with him.

The redneck walked me briskly out the side door to a darkened area of the side lot. I was telling him I was with Logan and Ricky, and that they would kick his ass if they caught him hassling me. I think he was a little past his limit because he didn’t even seem to understand what I was telling him. He got me behind a car and almost out of sight when I saw a couple of other guys come out the same door. I wanted to yell to them, but I had no idea if they would turn out to be friends of his.
The guy bent me over backwards on the trunk of a car as he worked his pants down to his knees. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me again. Was it my long hair, my thin build, or what? He grabbed me by my shoulders and forced me to my knees. I was fighting as hard as I could to get away from him, but he pulled my hair so hard I just stopped and let him force his cock into my mouth. It wasn’t anything like the other two I had earlier. I was rather short, rock hard, and sticking straight forward. The head was really pronounced and the shaft somewhat flattened.

I was struggling as much as I could, but it felt like he was pulling my hair out by the roots. He finally got me to hold still as he thrust himself into my mouth. His thrashing of me was pushing me back and to the side. It wasn’t long before I was between two parked cars and could be seen from the side door of the building. That turned out to be good though because just about that time Logan and Ricky came out looking for me. I grabbed the guy’s hands with both of mine and jerked off his cock. I yelled for help, but the fucker yanked me right back onto his prick.

I didn’t think that they had heard me, but the next thing I heard was, “What the fuck you doing with my bitch?” It was Logan and he was pissed. The redneck released me just in time for me to look up and see Logan nailing him in the jaw. The guy fell straight back and was knocked out. Both Logan and Ricky continued to wail on him and kick him as he laid there in the dirt. Logan was yelling at him nonstop about disrespecting him and fucking with his property. As I stood watching the most awful beating I had ever seen in my life, I took two things away from it; that could be me, and I had become property.

When they had collected their pound of flesh, Logan grabbed my arm and walked me back into the bar. He wanted an explanation as to why he had caught me with my mouth wrapped around another guy’s cock. I tried to tell him as quick as I could about how I was forced by the guy and wasn’t able to fight back effectively. I think he finally began to believe me when I thanked him for stopping the attack. That made me feel like a girl trying to get her boyfriend to believe she wasn’t a willing participant in a kiss with another guy.

We sat there with the guys finishing their beers, it occurred to me that the guy outside could wake up and get some friends to settle the score. I felt somewhat comforted that I was in the care of two men that considered that not a problem. As beaten down as I had become over the course of one day, I found it very comforting that I was safer in many ways than I’d ever been before. And I had already resigned myself to understanding that they would probably want another blowjob before passing out for the day. So when Logan said it was my feeding time, all I asked was that they take me someplace where no one would be able to see what I had to do.

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