Rough Cherry Pop

Introduction:
Ian (19) had hooked up with the Alpha Cody (40). His father found out the dirty secrets of his boy. He arranged for a group of leather-clad bikers to teach him a lesson. But Dad had not counted on Cody, who brutally deflowered the boy. The 40-year-old garage owner had a score to settle with Ian's father. Losing an expensive truck to him gambling. He was going to make Ian pay that debt.

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Rough Cherry Pop - Chapter 2.

Paying the Debt.

I was still somewhat sore on Sunday. Even though my actual first time with a guy was 2 days ago. My first venture into gay territory had been exciting, scary, and, in retrospect, exceptionally painful. Yesterday I even had trouble getting up out of my cum stained bed. Yet, I felt utterly proud of myself for daring to go through with the hookup. The rough and brutal daddy, Cody, had given me lots to think about. But I desperately hoped the next guy would take my ass much calmer. And after the dirty homemade porn movie, Cody sent three extremely explicit photos of us via my profile on the gay dating site.

One closeup image where his veiny 10-inch leather cock-strapped daddy dick had gaped my virgin ass wide open. Another where Cody was lying on top of my back. With his entire body weight ramming my hips into the mattress. With his huge dick buried deep inside my guts. Wearing nothing but his butch leather jacket, seemingly choking me out. I had my eyes rolled in the back of my head in pleasure in that picture. Making it look like Cody was about to make me pass out from the sleeper-hold. The Alpha man had an almighty, dirty, powerful look on his face. Even sticking his tongue out to the camera. Showing his absolute authority over his latest conquest. 

I remember the moment well. Cody screamed in my ear, "... I am going to rape you, Ian!... And my friends will drill you out like a train tunnel... You filthy little bitch..." Making it clear he was going to abuse all my 19-year-old college holes, one by one. At the time, last Friday night, I did not know what he was talking about. But it was clear that he was turning me into his bitch. The final picture I received from the 40-year-old roughian showed Cody shooting thick streams of milky jizz directly into my yearning mouth. It looked like I was broken and loving the brutal treatment I had received from this Alpha dawg.

I could not stop watching these pictures all weekend. But the one where Cody choked me stood out above the rest. I downloaded it to my computer and watched it full-screen on the monitor. Even though it was taken with a phone, it was as sharp as if we had been professionally photographed for a porn shoot. Cody really knew what he was doing. I could still feel that 10-inch cock plowing my ass like a madman. Fuck, I could still smell his leathered arm around my throat. Was I mad? That evening could have ended in a hospital! And yet, I could not stop watching the brute in his leather jacket nailing my boy-cunt. I uploaded the picture as a screensaver to my desktop. And I swear, even when I did not look at my computer, I still saw the image in my minds-eye.

My parents came home late that Sunday night. I had used all day to clean my room. I washed my clothes and sheets and showered myself. To my shock, I found the white denim shirt Cody had left in the bathroom. It got cleaned and dried as well. I hid it just in time and buried it deep inside my wardrobe, where Mom could not find it.
"Hey, son... We're home!..." called my father from the hallway. From the exact spot where Cody first stuck his tongue down my throat.
"Did you have a fun weekend?..." asked my mother when I stuck my head round the corner of the stairs.

Dad had a knowing grin on his face when he saw me blush. When Mom left to bring the suitcases upstairs, he put a hand on my shoulder to stop me from following her. 
"Anyone we know?... Was she nice?... You dirty horndog... I knew this was going to happen..." whispered my father proudly.
"What the hell do you mean, Dad?... I did not ask you what you and Mom got up to at the hotel either... Did I?..." I blurted out. Feeling caught. And before I could stop myself, I added, "... And it wasn't a she, but a he... If you must know..." I said in an angry tone. Trying to shock my old man into silence.

My father raised an eyebrow and looked me up and down for a second. 
"Well... As long as you had fun, Ian..." he softly whispered as he walked past me up the stairs. Smacking my ass rather knowingly.
I had not had that talk with my parents. I wasn't out. And I wasn't ready to venture down that hazardous path with them either. But my father had a look in his eye that disturbed me. 

Out of the two of them, Dad was much more observant than Mom. He could read me like a book. I saw him sneak out of my room when I walked back upstairs. My old man had a boner! An actual rock-hard man-size boner, stretching his black linen pants! He disappeared into the family bathroom before he saw me. When I entered my bedroom, I understood why. On my computer screen glared an older Alpha man fucking my 19-year-old ass silly. And my phone played Cody's video of us doing the nasty. My own fucking fault. I should have locked my phone and computer. What was done was done. No turning back now.

That was it! Dad knew! He had seen it all. But why had the man got a boner? I would have expected him to come raging at me like an angry bull. 
Was he...? He could not be...! My father was a happily married heterosexual man. Or was he? Dad doted on his wife at every possible opportunity.

On the other hand, Mom scared me much more in that respect. She expected me to marry young and produce a football team of grandchildren. At least, that was the running joke in the family. Sometimes it felt like I was the joke. My older brother and sister had moved out years ago. Sis got married to a strapping black dude who didn't want kids. And Peter, my older brother, married a nice girl. But she could not get pregnant. So, Mom had put the responsibility of her grandchildren on my shoulders. I hated that. That might have contributed to me seeking other ways to satisfy my sexual needs. And I think I finally found what I was looking for.

The next day, after a very uneasy night's sleep, Dad gave me a sneaky wink when I came down. I had braced myself for his reaction over breakfast. Expecting he would have told Mom all about my newfound hobby. But other than the dirty wink, nothing happened. I guessed he was totally fine with me being gay. Not that I wanted anything else than a good, strong man. Yet, his look gave me goosebumps. As if he was up to something.

The last week of college had arrived. 5 more days of study and then 12 weeks of blissful freedom. Time enough to scope out the gay scene in town and do some shopping. The rugged look of Cody in his jacket had made my mind up. I needed a new look. And it might be a good idea to see if I could find a leather jacket and boots of my own. Time to ditch the fit jock look and go for something a bit more butch.

But Dad beat me to it. He called from his study on Monday evening, "... Ian?... Get in here!..."
His tone was rather more harsh than I was used to. It made me stop in my tracks. So, I reluctantly walked into his study. I don't think I'd ever been in there. This was his man cave. Even my mother only went in there to dust and vacuum when he was at work.
"What's up, sir?..." I asked timidly.
"Are you going to do me the courtesy of telling?... Or do I have to guess what you're up to, boy!..." Dad inquired angrily.

Instead of respectfully answering the man who put me in this world, I went on the defensive.
"Tell you about what?... You don't tell me what you do in your bedroom!... So why would I tell you what I do in mine?..."
I braced myself for the retaliation, but it did not come. My father smiled apologetically and asked quietly, "... Are you gay, Ian?..."
"Ohhh?... Well, about that... I don't know yet... But yes, I do like guys more than girls at the moment..." I answered. Relieved that he was more curious than angry at me.
"Ah!... Okay... Good answer... Just... Hummm, stay safe... Lots of weirdos around to take advantage of a young stallion like yourself, boy..."

"Dad?... Have you... I mean... Have you told Mom yet?..." I asked anxiously.
"Fuck... Hell No!... Of course not, son... That's up to you, Ian... But I would advise against it... And if you have questions, come to me... I do like to screw around with men myself..."
"You what?... Are you into guys, too?... Dad?... WOW!... I never knew..."
"Your Mom doesn't need to know... But yes, I do, son... And I've known about your obsession with men for quite some time now... Take a look in that closet, Ian... I think something in there would suit you..." said Dad. Pointing to a big claw-footed wardrobe in his wood-paneled study.

When I unlocked the cabinet, my jaw dropped. Needly arranged I saw a few sex toys and a lot of leather and bondage gear. All in black and well maintained. For a 'straight guy', Dad had a decent collection of biker gear, boots, caps, and a couple of buff jackets. Well hidden away from prying eyes.
I looked back at my father with wide eyes. I had one tiny buttplug. But Dad had enough to start an adult store. Dildos in all different shapes and sizes.
"Like what you see, Ian?..." whispered Dad dirty while he locked the door to his study. Somehow, that made me nervous as heck.

My father came and stood next to me. He took a nice standing collar motorcycle jacket off the rack. When he told me to try it on for size, I stammered, "... Are you sure, Dad?..."
"Damn sure, Ian!... I had it made for you 2 years ago... I am glad some of my DNA rubbed off on you, kiddo... Now, put it on... Those boots, too!... And pick a few toys... I am sure you need all the training you can get..." 

The heavy jacket sucked itself onto my shoulders. I sat down on the leather Otterman to worm my feet into the harnessed engineer boots. When I got up - to look at myself in the mirror - Dad stepped behind me. I was a few inches taller now. And that made all the difference. In attitude, appearance, and sex appeal. Damn, did I feel sexy now! My old man pressed his hips to my ass. Rubbing a firm hand over my chest. Pinching a nipple under the buff leather jacket. The other brushed down to my boy-hood. It jumped to attention in a split second.
"Suits you, boy... Suits you damned fine, tiger!..." whispered Dad in my ear, "... Okay... Pick out some toys... but keep them hidden from your Mom..."

I turned around, pressing my stiffy against my old man's leg. Clapping a hand on his buttock and one on his back. I don't know what made me do it, but I tilted my head in preparation for a kiss. The corner of Dad's mouth twitched up in a dirty grin, and he leaned forward. Our moist lips touched for a hot moment. We stopped and looked at each other rather quickly. "Sure... Why the fuck not?..." muttered my old man. Brushing his wet tongue forcefully over my lips. I opened up, and we tongued each other for minutes. Letting our hands wander like puppies in heat.

"Shit, you're a great kisser, Dad..." I moaned as he started to stroke my shaft over my jeans.
"Ha, you are not so bad yourself... A bit eager... But not bad at all, Ian..." he grunted back, "... And this look turns me on..."
"Well... Ha... It's very nice... Can I really have it?..." I asked. Rubbing my hands lovingly over the buff biker jacket.
"Sure... Wear it with pride, stud... That's why I bought it for you... And here... Take this harness as well... It comes in handy when you let a cowboy ride you hard..."
"Ewww... Gross Dad!..." I said with a grin, and we laughed for ages. 

He sat me in one of the club chairs and poured me a stiff glass of whiskey. We talked about guys, gays, and fucking hard men-sex all evening. When it was time to go to bed, Dad asked, "... Ian, I need to bring my car to the garage on Friday evening before eight... Can you do that for me?... Your Mom and I are going out to dinner and a movie... I told her you would stay with a friend that weekend... It's 'Roade's Garage', on the other side of town... Do you know the place, Ian?..." 

I hesitated for a moment. Before answering my father, "... Uhmmm?... Yes sir... I do... But..."
I had other plans for that Friday night. I had found a gay nightclub online and wanted to check it out. But that was not the whole reason for my hesitation. My old man had that undefinable look on his face again. As if he was plotting for something. In the end, I could not refuse my new best friend. So I agreed and snuck back up to my room with all kinds of kinky goodies and a boner that did not want to subside.

That night - after toying my ass with a big black dildo - I had a couple of very wet dreams. Dreams where my old man and I did things that were considered very taboo. He even pimped me out to his friends and their sons. Letting them use and abuse my body for his pleasure. And boy, was he happy with my performance. My ass milked even the biggest dicks dry. The bigger the cock, the better I loved it. Well, in the first couple of dreams, anyway. Just before daybreak, I had a dream that didn't end all that well. Some black assholes choked the living daylights out of me before they used my corpse to fulfill their needs. I woke up soaking wet in sweat and sticky cum. Trembling with fear. My brain had done an actual number on me. Luckily, it was only a dream. Right? Or was my brain telling me something? After a cold shower, I brushed it off as hormones.

With my new look - wearing the new boots and jacket - I got a few very nice comments from the people at school that Tuesday. Even from the people I had least expected it from. One of the linebackers from the college football team approached me. He asked me if I was going to 'The Pit' that Friday. An afterschool party was planned for the last day of school. I would have embarrassed myself if he had asked me that a week ago. Not knowing what he was talking about. But Cody had given me a few addresses to check out the clubbing scene in town. The Pit had come up several times. It appeared to be a trendy hangout for gay men - young and old.

Bradly, a great-looking burly jock of 21 - built like a brick shit-house - had never even looked at me before. Let alone talk to me. But now that I had butched-up, I was suddenly popular. Fuck, I did not even know Bradly was into the gay-clubbing scene. And from what he told me, it was his favorite place to hang out. Especially the backroom cruising areas. It was refreshingly eye-opening to hear him talk this openly about the gay scene. If I had known he was gay, I would have jumped his bone ages ago. Or I would have at least tried. The jock was kind of my type. Bradly punched me playfully on the shoulder when I told him that I was probably unable to make it. Explaining that my father had sent me on an errand that Friday evening. 

Running a finger over the leather jacket, Bradly said, impressed, "... Nice jacket, buddy... Very butch... Is it new?..."
"Hmmm?... Yeah... I love it!... It was a present from my father..." I said with a breaking voice. Why did my voice have to break now? I felt my face blush.
But the manly jock butchly grinned, "... Well, maybe we can check out the club later... We've got all summer..."
"I'd love that, Brad..." I stuttered hotly.

"Great!... Here's my phone number... Let's keep in touch, Ian..." He said openly with a slightly naughty grin. The fact that he knew my name blew me away. We had never talked before. So I wondered who told him. But Bradly gave me the answer without me having to ask the question.
The burly linebacker propped up one of his legs beside my hips on the bench. Bending forward under the pretense of doing up his sneaker laces. Leaning even closer to my ear, Bradly whispered hornily so no one else could hear, "... You got a nice online profile, Ian... Did not know you were gay, too... I do like a guy wearing leather... Not many around here do... But you pull it off nicely, stud... Very hot... You should add a picture with that jacket to your dating profile... Guys fall for that... I sure do..."

Bewildered, I looked up at the big fellow towering over me. Bending close to talk to me. A college freshman. A nobody. His bulging crotch openly pointed at my chest height. The man was hung. And smelled pretty nice. Bradly was clearly comfortable exposing himself to me like that. 
And yet, everyone at college 'knew' he was straight. The man certainly acted like it. When his football friends called him away, he squeezed my leather-clad shoulder warmly. I nearly nutted my pants. 

Did the most popular jock at school just flirt with me? A few minutes later, the answer came as a sexting image on my dating profile. Bradly wearing a classic Brando biker jacket, harness, chaps, and black army boots. Exposing his colossal juicy dick, holding a short flogger, and a mighty nasty grin. 

I returned the favor. Answering his post with a picture of Cody and me. Cropping Cody's face out so only the man's leather jacket was visible. 
Immediately Bradly texted, "... Fucking hell, dude!... Is that something you're into?... Getting choked and raped... Don't put that on your profile page!... That would attract so many weirdos..."
"LOL... Hell no... But you don't know, if you don't try it... Right?... I hope my next guy takes me a little gentler... Well, a lot, actually..." I replied with a grin on my face. This guy was genuinely concerned for my well-being.

"Cool... Will do..." texted Bradly with an eggplant emoji.
"You will?... Hmmm, I do hope you'll be wearing some of your leather gear then..." I answered dreamily.
"That I can do too!... But... Ian... Stay safe..."
"Dude... You sound like my father... Don't worry about me... The picture makes it look much worse than it actually was... He was brutal... But in a nice way..."
"Do you only bottom, Ian?..."
"I haven't tried anything else yet, Brad..." I texted with a peach and sweat droplets emoji.
"Fuck!... I'll have to invite you over to my place and let you loose..."

"Dude... Should we not date for a bit first?... And could you keep it in your pants?... I fear you're a few sizes too big for me, Bradly..."
"I never met a hole I could not stretch open, Ian!..." When I did not answer immediately, Bradly added, "... But we can take things slow... I'd love to get to know you, Ian... Don't be mad... I am just so fucking horny right now..."

"Not mad... Just got to meet you 10 seconds ago... And here you are making it sound like you're my boyfriend..."
"Ha... You're right... Sorry... But I would not mind that either... Just broke up with my girl..."
"Sorry for her... Happy for me... We'll see... Got to go to class... Bye, big guy..."
"Bye, Ian... " texted the linebacker with a middle finger emoji.

This message had carried me through the rest of the week. It was Friday evening, and I was running late. I needed to drive Dad's new pickup to Roade's Garage before eight. And it was already 7:40 p.m.
Due to this hood's bad reputation, the gates were locked when I arrived just before 8. It was, so to say, on the wrong side of the tracks. And known for being the least safe place in town. I honked the horn, and a garage door opened. 

"Who are you?... What do you want?..." shouted a gruff guy from the distance.
"I am Ian... My father told me to drop his truck off before eight... Am I too late?... It's not eight yet!..." I said, semi-annoyed.
"Ahhh!... We've been expecting you... Stay in your car!... And lock the doors... Mr. Roade will be right there..." called the bulky black mechanic warningly.

The gates to the car lot opened up with a ruckus. Clanking and grinding metal on metal. The lights outside the office flicked on as I drove Dad's new truck to the workshop entrance on the side of the building. And there he stood! Waiting for me. An all too familiar face. In a place I did not expect to find him.
As I parked the car, Cody walked up to me. I handed him the keys with raised eyebrows.
"Hey, Ian... Nice to see you again... Come on in... There is a problem with your father's account..." said Mr. Roade in a business-like tone. To stunned to speak, I followed him into the garage's office.

However, he kept walking. Leading us straight into the workshop. Looking around, I was more than just a little nauseated by the place. It had obscene messages on the grimy walls. Explicitly racial pornographic graffiti images on the inside of the garage doors. And in the far corner of the workshop sat a group of about 8 or 9 people on a ripped leather sofa, a stack of stained mattresses, and a couple of leather car back seats. Dotted around stood 3 or 4 motorcycles. 

On closer inspection, these guys - and 3 scantily clad women - were dressed in clothes as filthy as their oil-stained surroundings. Fuck, one of the burly black mechanics was about to bury his flagpole into the youngest of the 3 women. Well, she was by far the youngest of the sullen group of thirty-somethings. Her mascara was streaked, and she was clearly not ready to get fucked. Least of all, by a 9-inch mahogany tree trunk laying on his back on a blood- and cum stained mattress. I doubted she was even 18 or had given her consent. But she was lowered onto the raw fuel injector by 2 other guys. Holding her arms and legs apart. The leaky black cock got guided inside by one of the other Latina biker ho's. 

However, before I could speak out, she was already impaled on the fat cock. Splitting her petite frame open. The guys on either side made her bounce like a leaky basketball on the rigid ebony spike. Whooping and hollering like wolves in a feeding frenzy. I doubted this was her idea of a fun night with the guys. However, she did not protest too much either. She merely whimpered as the black brute bounced up in his female fucktoy.

Meanwhile, the other guys smoked weed and drank hard in the corner. Not giving a damn about what the burly black mechanic was doing to the young woman. Those guys made for a diverse group. Apart from the tall black stallion getting ridden hard. There was an ebony fucker in filthy coveralls tied around his waist. He wore a leather jacket. A Mexican biker in chaps was helping him pump the petite girl up and down. The other black Jamaican mechanic was hairy as an ape. I could see all the way to his thick, curly pubes. Poking out his unbuttoned oil-stained jeans. He had a white-trash biker bitch sitting on his knee. With half his hand pumping her squirting snatch. She wore a 2 piece leather outfit that did not cover any of her essentials.

The group also had an Asian guy. He was dressed like an overpaid Japanese hipster IT consultant in tight leather pants and an office shirt. But by the mean look he portrayed, I bet he was more like a Ninja or something. Not one you wanted to meet down some dark alley, in any case. The other black Latino masculino was the tallest of the group. He wore biker chaps over button jeans, a vest, and boots with sharpened knife tips. His spiked fingerless gloves and leather armbands did not detract from the tattoo sleeves covering the rest of his tanned skin.

The other older twinks and biker men seemed to be waiting for something. Biding their time until they were called upon. The party had been clearly underway for a while already. Empty bottles, cigarette butts, and half-smoked cigars littered the place. The air was thick with smoke. And then there were the used condoms, dildos, and SM paraphernalia scattered around the mattresses. What kind of twisted idea of a garage was this?

Well, and then there was Cody Roade. A 40-year-old Alpha stud. My ass knew him, of course. But I had not connected all the dots. I had no idea why he was introducing me to these... these... dirty... brutal... mean... scary... sexy... leather-clad... These... these mother fuckers! I felt like a pig led to slaughter. Why the hell would Dad trust his new truck to these guys? And what was the bloody problem that Cody had spoken about?

"Okay... Listen up, homos!..." started Cody to say to his men. However, he got interrupted by the screams and shouts from the back of the workshop. The small girl had finally begun to protest at her treatment. So Roade shouted at her, "...Oh, shut the fuck up bitch!... Take that black cock, like the little whore you are!..." Cody shouted angrily at the small girl after she had started to whimper and cry. 

Cody Roade spoke to the group who had just spotted me, "... This is Ian, our house bitch this weekend... This mother fucker is here to pay his Pappi's debt!... That fucker won the truck from me... But now It's tight asshole will pay for it!... I got 4 dozen sex-starved bikers, kiddy fuckers, and rapists lined up for him this weekend... And they paid me well for the privilege..." grinned Cody meanly to his men and their friends.
"...So, bore out his tailpipe... Prep the house boy good... I want the works!... It told me last weekend he likes it rough... But It did not know I knew his Pappi when I raped It... So let's make him eat his words!... Make him shit cubes once you're done with him, boys!... GET TO WORK!... Chan!... You're up first... If It resists... Make him bleed a little... But don't make a mess..."

It took me a while to process Cody's words. And you know, it all made sense now. Roade knew my dad. Undoubtedly, they had met in one of their sexcapaids. Both businessmen acted straight and liked to gamble. Both of them used their cocks for other things than pissing. And they both had their dirty gay secrets.
What stung me the most, though, was not the fact that Roade wanted his gang to rape my ass. Nor that he had planned this. Not even the fact that Roade had advertised the event and made people pay for my services.

No, what stung me deeply was the degradation of my name to 'It'. I felt utterly humiliated. The increasing anger bubbled up from deep inside. I wanted to rage like a bull. Burn the place to the ground. Kill everyone in sight. I tried to kick and scream. 

However, before these forbidden thoughts had formulated a plan, two of Roade's crew had already grabbed my arms. And Cody had pulled a foul-smelling cloth from his back pocket. He pressed it over my mouth and nose. I felt other strong men grab my legs. Immobilizing me on the spot. Stars popped in front of my eyes as I struggled for air. But it was 6 against one. I felt my legs drop from under me as the arm of a tall... black... strong... wrapped around... my neck... I could not breathe... I... I... HELP ME!... NO!... 

The next thing I heard from far, far away was the clanking of metal chains on a metal frame. Men were grinning and talking dirty. My brain was foggy. The sounds seemed to take a long time to reach it. I felt sick. I felt cold. My torso was already naked. Hands ripped at my clothes. A flick of a knife came from behind my ass. It startled me into life again. "Was I about to get shanked?..." I thought in horror. The Asian guy named Chan warned me, "... Stay still, Bitch... Or this party will be over much sooner than we like!..." To one of the guys in front of me, he ordered, "... Keep him still... I am going to cut his pants open and fuck him!..."

I started to scream in horror, "... NO!... Don't... I'll do anything..."
Cody stepped back into my field of vision. He grabbed a handful of hair from my forehead and yanked my face upward. He smirked derisively, "... Yes, Bitch... You will do anything... And everything else the clients want you to do as well!..."
Cody looked at one of the leather-clad Mexican bikers and shouted, "... Get me my cattleprod!... I want to test It's resilience... Let's see how high It's pain threshold actually is... His Pappi said It knows how to handle himself... I think It's a pussy, like his dad..."

As he said it, I felt and heard the cold steel drag along the stitches of my jeans. Ripping through the cloth at the back with ridiculous ease. With all my senses heightened, the knife sounded exceptionally sharp. So I froze. Not that I could move much anyway. I was suspended by my arms and legs from a scaffolding frame hanging from hoists off the ceiling. Two guys had ripped the pant's ass seem open. Spreading my bare cheeks in the process. Chan stood up and moved - as smoothly as a Ninja - forward. Raw and with unnecessary force, his 9-inch barbed nunchuck and iron-clad cannonballs penetrated me. The thrust onward and upward only stopped when his stretched balls hit mine. The men whooped and hollered as I let out a howl of pain. And as if the Asian was in a martial arts death match, he started to grunt.

But there was something odd with this guy. The way he pounded my hole should have hurt like hell. However, it did not. In fact, after the initial shock, it felt very nice. This guy made all kinds of threatening moves with his 10-inch knife and 9-inch slender - but rock-hard - cock. Making the men - standing in a semi-circle around us - back away. The Asian bent over my back and whispered.
"Shhh... You know me... I am Shaun... We met in high school..." said Chan imperceptibly softly in my ear so the rest could not hear. After some freakishly mean jabs with his cock, he added, "... How the hell did you end up here, Ian?... Do you want me to stop?..."

I gave him a knowing side-eye and screamed, "NO... Go ahead... Do your worst!... Someone will get me out of here..." I wondered if Shaun got the hint. But it appeared he did. The man started to nail me in earnest now. Long, slow strokes, followed by juicy, harsh stabs. Shaun fucked me open well. And I made it sound like his cock was as sharp as the knife he was wielding. Screaming my head off. 

This, however, only egged on the other guys. They had stripped out of their coveralls and jeans. Replacing them with leather pants and chaps. Harnesses, gloves, and biker vests. Roade had the vicious-looking electric cattle prod in hand. One of the black dudes was fucking around with a short bullwhip behind me. Ready to do some damage. 
Cody zapped one of the ho's. While the other Latina bitch caught her, he shouted at the women, "... Get to your posts... Warm the clients up when they arrive... Check their names and make them pay... It only likes leather men... So make sure they dress appropriately before you let them in!..."

The woman he zapped glared angrily at Roade. But as soon as the prod touched her exposed clit she hurriedly retreated to the office reception area. The man just laughed meanly. And I braced myself. Chan, or I should say Shaun, vacated my ass. I remembered to scream in mock pain as he did so. The dude smacked my buttocks. Making me tighten all my muscles. In a synchronized movement, a few things happened at once. The hoist for my arms got pulled up, and the one for my legs was lowered back to the ground. Putting me upright again. At the same time, my back felt the sting of the bullwhip. And both my nipples were zapped by Cody's cattle prod.

"Ahhh... You take it well, Bitch... I am impressed... Andrew, put some muscle into it!... Whip him good..." called Cody to the burly black guy behind me.
"Boss... Look at his cock!... I think It actually likes it..." called the Jamaican Ape in glee.
"Fuck, yeah... He's rock hard and leaking precum already, patrón... Zap his 'polla de cachorro, Jefe'..." one of the Mexican bikers suggested meanly. He wanted Cody to zap my dick. And Roade happily complied.

The louder and more derisive these guys got, the calmer and more resigned I became. There was no point in resisting these gangbangers. They were going to rape me, no matter what. I knew I needed all my strength. And no one was going to rescue me. No one, apart from Bradly and my asshole of a father, knew where I was.

The black bull with his whip was the first to enter me in anger. He had the sense to put on a rubber and lube his fat cock. Not for my benefit, but so he could screw me like a reciprocating saw on steroids.
With my ass dripping wet, the ebony fucker in his leather jacket was next. His cock, thankfully, wasn't as long as his predecessor. However, with 9 inches in circumference, it was the fattest one I had ever seen. It hurt like hell going in. But not as much as I expected it to.

His Mexican biker buddy fucked me next. Or I should say, he tried to. The gang had to lower me horizontally again before he managed to slide his inadequate hairy dick between my ass cheeks. Numbed by the previous two guys, my ass hardly felt anything this time. So I had to act like it was quite a fuck-down the foul-mouthed Mexican gave me.
The Jamaican hairy ape was even fuzzier than envisioned. His 11-inch rod had pubes halfway up his shaft. And I never felt or saw his balls. They were covered in thick, curly black hairs. I just hoped he would not make me deep-throat him. Or I would be spitting up furballs for a month.

Somehow, that thought must have been written in my sneer. Because he slapped my smirking face and moved under the scaffolding poles to my mouth. He did try to deep-throat me. But Shaun stepped in. 
"Here, Tarone... Let me throat fuck him... You go breed It's other hole first... We can fill him up from both ends at the same time... The little house bitch needs his protein if he wants to survive the weekend..."

Shaun put my head between his legs and ordered me to lick his restrained Japanese nuts. After the Jamaican, called Tarone, had pushed himself inside me, Shaun tilted my head back. Holding it between his hands.
"Open wide Bitch... Wider than that, slut!... I am going to fuck your throat!..." Chan called tauntingly. To the pleasure of the others. The Asian gentile brute slid his well-honed cock between my lips. He let Tarone bounce me over it. While the Jamaican hairy beast thrust forward, Shaun's - nearly limp - lovely cock disappeared in my mouth. Because it was much softer than I had expected, I could easily take all 9 inches and have room to spare.

And then it hit me. I met a shy Asian guy in high school once. Shaun had given me my first taste of cock. And not the chicken noodle kind, either. Although, the salty white broth it came with reminded me of it then. He was a high school senior, and I was in my last year of middle school. In the school locker room, I went down on him. And not just once, either. We met up all over the complex to suck and jerk off together. This guy taught me all I knew. And I helped him overcome his shyness. The only regret I had was never to have fucked him before he left school.

This memory made me grind into action. I started to actually play with the Asian dick. Slowly getting it harder. Teasing it with my tongue. Forgetting that it would grow to a full 9 inches. And grow in my mouth, it did. Shaun started leaking copious amounts of precum. And I gobbled it up as if it were my last meal. Well, I had died and gone to heaven in high school. So why not now. Shaun could not do anything else but actually start to rape my throat. And I loved it. As rough as it was, it would be nothing compared to the men waiting in line.

But in this position, Shaun's metal ball stretcher pushed his nuts to my nose. Closing off my only source of air. Blocking all airways was a surefire way to get to heaven quickly. I knew that. But I could not warn the over-excited Asian plowing my throat. My hands were tied, and my mouth was filled to capacity and beyond. I sucked Shaun off a little too well.

Just before I passed out for real, I forced myself to gag and sputter. Throwing up as Shaun hurridly ripped his cock from my throat. This made me cough and regurgitate even more. I puked all over the floor next to me. Hoping my airway would clear quickly enough so I could take a well-deserved breath of air. But the problem was Shaun had nutted his slime into my throat, and some of it had also worked itself into my windpipe.

So far, none of the other men had cum inside me. They just fucked me silly. All by order of Mr. Roade. The asshole!
Roade barked at the small woman, "... Get a mop and clean this shit up before the other guests come in... Hurry up, Slut... What am I paying you for?..."
The girl got to all fours as soon as she pushed a bucket and mop my way. I was still gasping for air as she wiped the puke up. The thick chunks of my last dinner hid Shaun's cum well.

While she was down there with her ass in the air, one of the bikers squatted behind her. Driving an 18-inch rubber strapon in her red and bleeding cunt. The other man likes the floor show. One by one, they kneeled before her. Forcing her to suck, mop, and get ridden hard. This gave Shaun the time and opportunity to get me out of my perilous predicament.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, Chan?..." called an irate Cody Roade. Shaun had surreptitiously unclamped my cuffed wrists from the scaffolding frame.
"Let's bend him over one of the motorcycle lifts, boss... That way, two clients can do him from both ends at once... Look, a line is forming in the office already, sir..." said Shaun calmly. Thinking fast.
"Fuck you, and your Japanese efficiency, boy!..." yelled Cody over his shoulder. He went to the office to greet the first paying guests. Giving Shaun his consent to change the setup. And I was grateful for it. Hanging from my wrists and ankles was unbearably painful. Especially when you're getting fucked from both ends by men who could not care less. My shoulders were about to pop out of their sockets, anyway. 

Not that the lift was much better. But at least now, my stomach rested on a table of sorts. And without Cody around, Shaun was able to keep my leather wrist cuffs untied. And the Velcro straps tying my legs to the scissor lift could easily be undone as well. 
But I faced the office and could see the 4 or 5 men waiting in line to rape me already. Even with Shaun's help, I would still have to endure them. And the next group, and the next. I was doomed!

Roade's crew stepped back. They started drinking again in their corner of the workshop. Puffing thick clouds of acrid smoke again. Fucking each other rather than me. Only Shaun and the tall Brazilian macho remained behind. I had heard one of the guys call this fucker Antonio. Apparently, he was a bouncer at 'The Pit'. The dude had not touched me before. But now he saw his chance. 

And boy, he took it. Well, he took me. More than 12 inches of Brazilian hardwood slid past my lips. Gently at first. But the longer the pissy cock pumped my mouth, the deeper he went. I gagged and sputtered again. He was considerably longer and harder than Chan. And much girthier as well. It surprised me that the Latino cockhead even fit in the back of my mouth. His mushroom was a force to be reckoned with.

Meanwhile, Shaun kept a close eye on the proceedings. He had stuffed a turkey baster with lukewarm water up my butt. Giving me an unexpected enema. The sound of squirting ass water seemed to please the macho. While the muscular tattooed Brazilian in his leather chaps and biker vest stretched my throat, Shaun prepped my asshole for the next group. 

His tongue felt marvelously soothing. I relaxed enough to let him enter. Soon the Asian was rimming me deeply. Spitting in my ass-crack and lubing me up with his warm saliva. Moments later - or was it hours - I felt a cold, slick sensation. Followed by 9 inches of gifted manhood that smeared the lube on my insides. And to my surprise, my lips touched the balls of the Brazilian God. All of his gorgeous tanned 12 inches deep in my throat. He wasn't as hard as before. That made it much more pleasurable for me. After 15 minutes of sucking him hard, the man trembled on his feet and slowly pulled out. He jerked off a couple of times. Bringing it back up to battle strength.

Our eyes met when I looked up at him. I stuck my tongue out and brushed it over his straining piss slit. That was all it took. The big man quietly unloaded his balls into my mouth. Shaun filled my ass at the same time. Equally quietly. While the two secretly kissed high above me. The guys stopped all their pumping movements. Instead, I only felt their trembling cocks empty stream after sticky stream inside my holes. Rubbing their hands over my back. Antonio held onto my buttocks, and Shaun massaged my shoulders.

So far, this was the best feeling of the evening. I felt appreciated and even a little loved by these two masculine men. Unlike the others. And undoubtedly, unlike what was still waiting for me in the office. If only I could have met these two burly fuckers in different circumstances. I would have been so fucking submissive with Antonio and Shaun while they took turns on my ass in a hot threesome. These two were as gentile and thoughtful as Cody Roade had been rough and mean. 

I hate the man. I hated my dad. I was cold and scared. My clothes - including my new leather jacket - lay cut and ripped on the floor in a puddle of oil. Burned, desecrated, and shredded. And I hung naked over a motorcycle lift waiting for the next batch of oversexed fuckers to pump me full with God knows what. I closed my eyes as I felt Antonio crouch behind me. Felching my ass clean of the presents Chan had left in there. Licking the Asian's cum straight out of my stretched All-American tailpipe.

< Continued in part 3 >

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(C)StrykerJ - 09-2023