Too defiant to Abuse

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Introduction:

Longer-read: After college, the 23-year-old Michael J Cox moved clear across the country. Finding a new house, job, and a heap of trouble. Getting to know the friends and enemies he encountered. And the great sex he had with both. However much he liked the thuggish type, the defiant Mikey Mike hates to be dominated, bound, or abused. 
This is a 9-part dramatic depiction of what Mike had to endure setting up shop.

Disclaimer:
This story is strictly fictional and contains male-on-male (gay) sexual content, both implied and explicit. 

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All character names, implied situations, parties, or locations are strictly fictional. Any similarities with real people are unintentional and purely coincidental. This fictional story is the author's imagination and is not based on real-life events or people. The author does not endorse any products or parties named in this story.

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Too defiant to Abuse - Part 9.

The band had stopped playing, and DJ Con-man had taken over again. He waved to Mike and Tomas as the podium got prepared for the first live show of the evening. The seven guys walked to a booth near the stage. On the big cinema screen behind the stage played a softcore erotic porn. A group of lusty young bikers drove around. They made out with younger and older guys and girls wherever they stopped. Straight, bi, or gay, it did not seem to matter to those bikers. As long as they enjoyed their brutal hardcore sexual freedoms.

Vincent and a couple of other dancers got announced by Conner. The dancers, dressed as the village people, arrived on stage to the great pleasure of the crowd. The men and women got treated to a hot porn version of YMCA. At the end, a few kept dancing on the stage. But Vincent and another hung stud moved among the public. Giving lapdances to a few. Vinney was dressed as the leather master. Wearing chaps, a classic biker jacket, tall boots, sunglasses, and a Muir cap. Making him look like a severe master. A riding crop to one side of the tight leather chaps, handcuffs dangling from his left shoulder strap.

Slowly but surely, he made his way to Mike and his friends. The Nigerian God Vincent went straight for Michael. He was sitting side on to the dance floor. So everyone could see Vincent tease him. Mike made to move his hand under the leather jacket. But Vincent playfully rebuffed him. Mike stroked the leather chaps, but Vincent took his leather crop and slapped Mike on the hands. The longer this went on, the more rigid and stern Vincent became. Until Vinney looked warningly down at Michael. 

Kumsukba grabbed a fist full of curls. Maneuvering Mikey to the floor on his knees. He pulled Mike's face back and spat in the boy's mouth. Ripping the pouch from his bulging leather jockstrap. His eleven-inch cock followed the wad of spit. All the way down into Mike's throat. Vincent face-fucked the boy in time with the music. Getting ruthlessly skull fucked by Vinney. And Michael just lovingly looked up at his black master. The club crowd applauded him and was encouraged by TJ, his father, and the rest. 

The crowd went crazy. Wanting the brutal master to feed the boy his seed. TJ had started to join in. Pushing Mike's head and Vinney's hips. Vincent smirked and nodded to Tomas to look at the center of the stage. A rubber-covered podium had been erected. In the center of it stood a fuck-bench with leather belts. Tomas blinked his assent and unfastened his white jeans. Vinney placed the handcuff's on Tomas's wrists and forced him to the stage. 

The former pornstar T-Man made a genuine act of it. Making it seem as if this was against his will. But the pornstar knew better. He lost his boots and pants. But kept the white denim jacket with a black leather collar and back. The dancers tied him to the fuck bench, and Vinney went in for the kill. His cock was dripping wet from his pre-cum and Mike's spit. Vinney slammed the eleven-inch ebony horse-hung dick in the white bubble butt. Railing the cunt for the enjoyment of the filming public. 

Well, the live porn on stage was much hotter than the planned activities for that evening. But it set the tone for the rest of the night. The loud and rough smacks Vinney's chaps made against Tom's ass were audible over the rhythmic music DJ Con-man was playing. In the end, the black leather back of Tom's white denim jacket got covered with thick globs of man-juice. Vinney released T-man from the bench. Jumping up, he got lovingly carried off stage by Vincent to the loud applause and cheers of the astonished onlookers. It had been a few years since the Galaxy had seen this much action on stage.

Tomas and Vincent did not return after their show. This did not worry Michael one bit. He was sure that his man was having fun. And so was he. John had crawled up against him. Mike's leather jeans got worshiped by John Stewertson. A few seats away, Brandon got it on with Roy Peterson in some master-slave roleplay. Ronald and his dad had left for the backstage cruising area already. Wanting to do some exploring in the backroom dungeons. But while Michael J Cox got worshiped by John, he spotted a familiar face at the bar across the dancefloor.
Mike tapped Roy on the shoulder, asking: "Can you two fool around with John for a while?... I want to chat with one of my neighbors..." A little reluctantly, John got drawn into the master-slave play of Roy and Brandon.

Mike walked to the bar and posted himself next to a young Mexican stud. Dressed in black camo pants and an oversized football shirt. It bore the text Rocha and the number 69. Michael would not have recognized the dude if it was not for this shirt. He had cut his long wavy black hair short. Shaving the side and back bald.
"Hey, Benito Rocha... Fancy meeting you here... Are you hoping for a bit of 69?..." Grinned Mike hornily in Benito Rocha's ear. "Thanks for the help during the street barbeque, stud... Did you get your hair cut?... Looks sexy and tough..."
"Oh... Hello sir... Si... I wanted to try something else... And ha... Yeah... I do want to fuck around a little... But not that many guys my age here... And I am not old enough to go backstage yet... You need to be 21 to go into the dungeon, señor..." said the Mexican disappointedly.

Michael laughed friendly and said: "Well, I think I can help you..." Mike handed the broad-shouldered Mexican quarterback another golden VIP ticket. "Are you here alone?... I met a nice guy that is gagging for it... If you want, I can introduce you two... With these tickets and me as your chaperone, we can go backstage if you like, Benito..."
Benny tilted his head in wonderment. He asked Michael: "How do you know my first name?... I never use that!... Everyone calls me Rocha..."
"Oh... I heard your father call you that during the BBQ..." smiled Mike. "... But... I did not know this was your kind of hangout... Are you... Uhmmm... Are you... Ah, never mind... None of my business..."

Benny Rocha grinned back: "Yep... I swing both ways... But I am glad this place is open again..." Benny wrapped a fist around Michael's chest harness and pulled him in close. He stuck his tongue out and paused a split second. As if he asked for permission to kiss Michael. Mike smiled, tilted his head the opposite way, and parted his lips. Inviting Benny to do him. The Mexican was quite rough about it. He slid off the bar stool and stood toe to toe with Michael. Pressing his body so hard against Mike that they were in danger of fusing together. Both men let their hands wander. What Mike felt pleased him. Rocha was wearing thick leather chaps under his thin camo pants. And a leather waistcoat under the purple football shirt.

Benny whispered in Spanish: "Mierda, eso es una gran polla, jefe..."
"Thanks, stud... Your dick is not so tiny either... You're going to make some girl very happy with that cum pump... But cool it a little... I am not your Boss... And I don't like it too rough either..."
Rocha looked apologetically at Michael and grinned: "I am more into guys..."
"Benito, I can feel that... There is a guy I like you to meet... I think he's a virgin... He is looking to get his cherry popped tonight... So don't go too wild on his ass... Why don't the three of us sneak backstage and check the place out..." Michael had gestured to John to come over. John had been watching Mike with eagle eyes from across the dancefloor.

There was an instant click between Benny and John. Benny took the lead. Wrapping an arm around John as Michael ordered them a beer. They chatted a bit, and the anxious John relaxed a little. Even kissing Benny's cheek after he made some horny joke. Well, Benito Rocha did not need persuading after that. The strong Mexican Mohawked-stud wanted in John's ass, and Michael knew it. The muscular jock, Benny, was going to tackle the boy and rip his ass right open.

The guys swung by Master Roy and Brandon Hardman. Mike told them he would check out the backstage area after they enjoyed a few more drinks. Benny kept a close hold on John. And Michael saw why. Benny's broad shoulders and rough attitude were intimidating John a bit. The 17-year-old felt a bit out of his league.
So Mike whispered to the guys: "Calm down, John... Nothing is going to happen that you're not ready for... I will rip Benito's nuts off if he does..."
It made John grin. The boy understood that Mike got his back. Even Benny smiled and stuck a loving tongue in John's ear. Sucking on his earlobe, he moaned: "I may be a bit bigger and rougher than you, amigo... But you just follow my lead... I am just as nervous as you are, John... It's been a while since I-..." But a red-faced Benny stopped talking mid-sentence. John looked a little surprised. He smirked and planted a wet kiss on the 19-year-old's lips.

The three guys chatted a bit longer. Sitting on the second-floor balcony overlooking the dancefloor below. The access to the backstage dungeon was up there too. To enter the playrooms, you needed to pass security. The beefy-looking guards separated the men from the boys. Mike handed the teens a couple of lube packets and condoms. He inclined his head toward the backstage door, gesturing to the guys to follow him. With their golden VIP tickets in hand, the three twinks calmly walked past the guards.

The first room they entered was decorated like a waiting room. At a small bar, you could get drinks and snacks. But also condoms, lube, and pamphlets about safe sex. The room was decorated with TV screens and erotic gay art. The hardcore porns on the monitors got the men in the mood. This place was just as abundantly decorated as the rest of the gold and red Galaxy nightclub. Although, with a lot more black and gray. The front of house had brown leather furniture. Back here, it was all thick black leather seats and sofas. A few older men were sitting in this room. Talking and drinking together or waiting for friends to show up. It struck Mike how cool these half-naked men looked. 

There were several doors leading out of this room. One door led into a large toilet block. The central doorway led into a giant locker room. Next to it were stairs leading up to the third floor. And down to the private rooms on the first floor behind the stage. The last door bypassed the locker room and led directly into the vast cruising maze.
"Do we have to get undressed?..." whispered John nervously to Mike.
A friendly barman had overheard John and said: "Not if you don't want to... But there are lockers in the back... It's pretty hot in the backrooms beyond there... Go check the place out first... Then you can always double back to the lockers if you need to lose some clothes... Stick the key in your boot... and take a clean towel with you... But play safe, boys!..."

Michael nodded and guided the two teens through the locker room into the back. Benny stopped to take off his football shirt and camo pants. And Mike lost his short-sleeved hoody vest in one of the lockers. Strapping the key securely around his wrist. A little giddy, the three men looked for the exit from the large locker rooms. The backstage dungeon was laid out like a maze. The deeper they went into the labyrinth, the nastier the decore became. They watched men getting it on. Masters were teasing their slaves. Business guys were getting serviced by sissy boys. And lovers were publicly screwing each other's brains out in one of the many kinky playrooms. From softcore to full-on bondage, there were areas for whatever mood you were in.

The three young men found themself in a playspace with a bed, a five-point leather sling, a fuck bench with straps, and a leather throne on a raised podium. Ropes, whips, paddles, and assorted torture items hung around the room. The room had a window frame with thick metal bars and glory holes facing the hallway beyond. The only thing that was missing was a lockable door. It had been repurposed as a St Andrew's bondage cross. Metal D-rings and thick leather straps hung from the four corners. The door stood at a slight angle to the wall, with a heavy-duty pully system above it.

The young guys laughed at each other as they walked around the room. Suddenly John said: "Hmmm... I think this is an excellent spot to get a little freaky..."
Benito Rocha pulled a corner of his lips up and grinned darkly: "Well, drop those pants and hang that horny ass in the sling... Let's get this party going!..."
Mike just hung back and sat on the throne. Watching the two young studs do their thing. John got helped out of his boots and ripped jeans by Benny. He lay back into the leather sling, making himself as comfortable as possible. Benito pulled John's ass over the edge and went down on the fit 17-year-old.

John started to moan like a pornstar. But he overdid it a lot. Regardless, the more experienced Benny sucked the guy expertly off. Servicing his nuts and puckered back door. This startled John into silence. It was clear that John had never been rimmed like this before. Benny spit a few times. Lubing the crack, trying to force his tongue a little deeper inside. But John's nervousness had not subsided yet. Michael stood up and gathered John's jeans off the floor. Fastening his boots back on his feet. Stroking John's body. Playing with the kid's nipples and kissing him a little. Whispering encouraging words to him.

John finally relaxed when Mike pulled his eight-inch cock out of his leather jeans. Stroking it over John's lips and cheek.
While Mike got sucked off by John, Benny moaned: "That's it... Open that ass for me..." grunting in Spanish: "Te voy a follar..."
Well, Benny indeed fucked John. The quarterback jumped to his feet. Whipping his cock free from the black cotton jockstrap, he slammed it inside without any remorse. It was a good thing that Mike's cock muffled John's screams of agony. Or security would think that someone was getting raped. 

Benito Rocha started to pound the teen like a bitch. He shouted: "Toma esa perra... Deja que tu culo coma mi polla..."
Mike gave Benny a warning look. But the bugger had his eyes closed. Benny wasn't even taking notice of John's grimace of agony. And he certainly wasn't listening to John's protests. Michael J Cox quickly stepped behind Benny Rocha. Grabbing the guy's ball sack from behind, driving a raw thumb into his ass. Slapping the jock around the head with his free hand.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?... Cabrón!... Slow down... Are you in a hurry?... Open your eyes and look at John... Slow it right down... That's it... Let the boy get used to that fat Mexican rod... Long slow strokes!... There you go... Now... Benito Rocha... Bend over your lover and apologize... We ask nicely... We don't take by force... No need... John wants your big cock... But man... Slow down... You two got all night!..."

It took a little while for the message Mike was drilling into Benny to sink in. But John loved the slow movements of the eight-inch brown Mexican pene. Mike determined the tempo for a while. Observing John's reaction. John grabbed Benny's leather waistcoat and pulled him over. Whispering pantingly: "Fuck, asshole... No need to go at it that roughly... Let me get used to that thing a bit... I'll tell you when you can rough me up a little..."

A bit startled, Benny looked at the teen. Then he looked over his shoulder at Michael, who was still finger fucking him with a tight grip around Ben's nutsack. Only allowing Benny to slow-fuck John. Mike gave him a dirty smile and upped the tempo a little. Smacking his ass hard. John took Benny's face in his hands. Looking him deep into his soul. Kissing him dearly while at the same time grunting and moaning dirty.
Mike smacked Benito Rocha rough on his hairy Mexican ass. Making Benny moan in pain. It struck Mike how good the 19-year-old quarterback looked in his boots, leather chaps, and waistcoat. Wondering if he could pull off a look like that.

This horny threesome had attracted some attention from other men in the maze. The three got watched by guys from the barred window and the open door. When a few guys tried to enter their playpen, Mike pulled his thumb out of Benny. Blocking the guys from entering the room with a quelling look.
When Michael stepped back, he looked over Benny's shoulder, watching the quarterback slide his bare cock in and out of John Stewertson's ass. Pressing his own rod against Benito's hairy crack.

"Dude... That looks nice... How does his ass feel?..." he muttered in Benny's ear.
"Fucking nice!..." grunted the 19-year-old muscular jock.
"It hurts a little..." whimpered John.
"Ben... slowly pull out... Rim that hole a little more and put on a lubed raincoat for round two... That's what is missing here... But for fuck sake... Watch and listen to your boy... He'll tell you what he needs once you've gaped that hot hole open..." said Michael brotherly. "... And make sure you let John screw you as well... You seem to need to learn what it feels like to get fucked yourself... Don't give me that look, Hijo de puta!... I can tell you have only topped so far... But try it... Maybe you'll like it... The Galaxy is a great space to experiment a bit... So make use of the facilities..." grinned Michael dirty.

It was clear that no one had told this rough and tough Mexican that he was a motherfucker. But at the same time, a light bulb flashed on in Benito's mind. He seemed to finally understand what Michael was trying to teach him. Benny twisted his head a bit more and kissed Mike. Slowly pulling out of John's sore and reddened asshole. Benny dropped to his knees and started to worship the twitching rose butt. Rimming and licking it. Lubing it with more spit. Benny stood up, butchly ripping a condom free of its packet with his teeth. Snapping the raincoat over his leaky erect member. Smearing some lube over the thing and guiding it softly back inside. This time John rolled his eyes in the back of his head. Not in agony, but in utter ecstasy.

Mike sat back down on the throne chair. His legs lay in the stirrups. And stroking his cock, watching the two teens fuck. It did not take long before the two got into a rhythm they both enjoyed. They forgot everything around them as Benny started to rail John's hole again. Not much slower than the first time. But much more controlled. On Michael's advice, Benny even switched up the tempo a few times. Making John croon in time with Ben's pounding moves. Yes, these two had found what they were looking for.

To Johnny's surprise, Benny pulled out a second condom. He snapped it over the seven-inch rod of John. Lubing it up with his own spit. Benito Rocha pulled himself up by the chains of the sling. Placing his boots on either side of John's sweaty torso. He slowly lowered himself over John's cock. Biting the pain away, Benny took it all the way down. When he looked at Michael, he saw him nodding his approval.

Mike got up and walked over to the fuckers. Whispering to Benny: "Pull up a little... Let me apply some lube... It helps..."
When Mike had applied a liberal amount of lube over John's rubbered dick, he guided it back into Ben's ass.
Ben grunted in Spanish as he felt the rod effortlessly disappear: "Oh... Joder, sí... ¡Eso es bueno!..."
Mike let out a barking laugh: "See, I knew you like that... Now ride him, cowboy... Make him blow up that balloon with cum!..." Using the sling's chains as leverage, Benito fucked himself on John's rock-hard cock. Grunting and swearing dirty in broken Spanish.

Mike just stood behind the two. He had snapped a condom over his own dick and was about to enter John. To his utter shock, a leather-gloved hand covered his mouth and nose. A rank smell emanated from the cloth this asshole was pressing over Michael's face. Mike took a deep breath as he tried to struggle free. But this asshole was twice Mike's size and ten times as powerful. The headlock got completed when this fuckers other hand clamped onto Michael's throat. Squeezing all the air out of the boy. When he let off the relentless squeeze, Mike took a second deep breath. Cox's remaining strength ebbed away. 

"Now your mine!... No more mister Defiance... You are going to submit to me, BOY!... I am your master... I am going to-..." shouted a familiar voice. Mike knew this guy. It was Hardy Simon and the few remaining biker- and gym friends that stayed loyal to him. Mike heard the other men fight with Benito Rocha and John Stewertson. This worried Michael much more than his own safety. But there was nothing he could do for them now. With his last breath, Michael J Cox released a primal scream: "NO!... LET ME GO... NO!..." But Mike's eyes closed, and his body gave way.

When Mikey Mike awoke, he had been fastened onto the sling with leather belts. Hardy Simons was about to brutalize him. Simons was fumbling with a tub of Crisco. Slicking up his ten-inch widening shaft. But with a leather choker around Mike's neck and chest, and his feet trapped in leather straps hanging off the chains, Mike could do nothing to prevent the inevitable. Besides that, Michael's hands were cuffed with thick leather handcuffs. And his mouth was blocked by a rubber ball gag.

Squinting through nearly closed eyes, Mike could tell that the men had not yet noticed that he had regained consciousness. A quick look around told Michael that John was being restrained by one. Another bastard had locked Benito in a small metal jail. Torturing his Mexican rod through the bars. The two young men looked a little battered but were still okay. Mike's own situation looked worse. Simons was about to fuck the crap out of Michael. And after him, 3 more buff bodybuilding guys awaited their turn impatiently. Whips and paddles in hand. Anticipating to do Michael some severe damage.

But Mike had noticed that one of the straps, catching his right leg, wasn't tightened down correctly. He took Hardy's momentary laps of control to remove his foot from the strap. Mike recoiled his leg like a spring, simultaneously spitting out the ball gag. Michael ruthlessly planted the heel of his trainer in Simons's stunned face. Kicking the bodybuilder to the ground. While he screamed at the top of his lungs: "I SAID NO!... IS THERE SOMETHING WRONG WITH YOUR EARS, SIMON'S?... I AM NO ONE'S SLAVE... GET... OFF... ME..., HARDY!..."

This scream was loud enough for half the dungeon to hear it. The effect was instantaneous. A dozen men rushed toward the sound. Hardy Simon's men started to fight them. But it was twelve against four. Soon the playpen was filled with flailing fists and kicking feet. Michael undid the velcro handcuffs and the leather belts strapped tight around his neck and torso. He fell out of the sling with one leg still trapped in its restrain. Vincent Kumsukba saw this. He unhooked the boy's leg. Mike dropped to the floor onto his leather jeans. Grabbing it, Michael made a run for it. Freeing Benny from his jail in the process. The angry Mexican slammed open the door. Knocking the door into his jailor's face.

While Mike made a break for it, more and more security personnel rushed the other way. Michael saw Roderick Steel and his men. Ronald and his father. Roy and Brandon. Michael did not care. He wanted to leave. Escape the heat of the dungeon. Away from the assaulting fuckers. Mike thought in horror: "Why do I keep falling for the wrong kind of guys?... Why do I attract these assholes?... What have I done to deserve this?..."

Feeling sorry for himself, Mike did not stop running until he found himself in the foyer bar. The temperature there was considerably colder and the night air much fresher. Mike dropped in one of the empty booths. Rubbing his sore throat. One of the scantily-clad waiters asked Michael J Cox what he wanted to drink. A little startled, he answered: "A cold flat water, please..." Drowned in his own self-pity, Michael dropped back on the sofa. Clutching the cold glass of water in both hands.

Minutes later, Mike felt a strong hand comb through his curly hair. It was his lover. Tomas had seen Michael run and followed him. When Mike looked to his side, he saw his man beam at him. Michael inclined his head and rested it on Tom's shoulder. Saying: "I am so sorry, bro..."
"No need to be sorry, Mikey... This wasn't your fault..." said Tomas warmly to his lover.

Rod Steel slit into the booth opposite the two. He lay his gloved hand onto Michaels and softly said: "I sacked the bastard... Kicked him out of our biker gang too... And... I told him I didn't want to see him ever again... The man has no control... His roughness was fun for a bit... But-..."
"HA... AS IF YOU ARE ANY BETTER, STEEL!..." called Michael angrily.
"Okay... Well, that's the difference between Simons and myself... I can learn... And you taught me some guys out there are too defiant to be abused... So thanks, Cox..." said Steel calmly, adding: "I asked Vinney to take over from Simons as manager... but he said-..."

"Ha... I know precisely what he said... He said; No Fucking Way!... Didn't he, Rod?..." grunted Mike laughingly.
"Yeah... But?-..." said Roderick Steel.
"You need to offer that job to both twins... Conner is much more of a businessman... Vincent has the bar and entertainment knowledge... The twins are inseparable..." Steel had to think about that for a few moments before he understood what Michael J Cox was advising him.

A few minutes after that conversation, Vincent and Conner walked up to the threesome. Conner sat next to Michael. Wrapping a muscular black arm around the boy. Smiling warmly at Tomas and Michael. Vinney sat next to Steel, looking a little suspiciously at him.
Rick Steel said to the Nigerian gods: "I just spoke with my advisors..." he said, grinning at Tomas and Michael. "I would like to offer the both of you a permanent job at the Galaxy... Conner as business manager, if you want that job... And Vinney... Could you please become staff and entertainment manager?..."
"Hmmm... Now then... That's something we can talk about..." replied Conner. "But only if these two get free access and drinks for life..." grinned Vincent. Looking at Tomas and Michael.
"Deal!..." said Steel, happy.

Conner Kumsukba whispered in Michael's ear, so only Tomas could hear as well: "Our shift ends at two... Are you up for a bit more fun... I'd love to train that ass of yours a bit, Mike... But it's okay if you want to go home..."
Michael looked at Tomas, who nodded. He looked at Vincent and Steel and asked the group: "Can we round up the rest and have a private gangbang?... Steel, get your gang together... I want a no-holes-barred road trip with the bikers... But on my terms... No bondage... No breath-play... Only rough bodybuilding leather men... And a few boys... How are those teens I was playing with anyway?..."
"They are fine... In fact, they are more worried about you, Mike..." muttered Tomas hotly.
"Okay... A biker gangbang at two... Sounds fun... We'll take a walk past make-up and the wardrobe department... And get you kitted out as a rough biker, Mike... Jacket, Chaps, and I would say... some kinky boots... I am sure we can find a sling with your name on it..." crooned Vinney hornily.
"Are you sure, buddy?... Sounds like hard work..." muttered Tomas. But he had a look in his eyes that screamed: "... Let's do this!..."

Conner and Steel started to round up the men, while Vinney took Tomas and Michael to the dressing rooms behind the stage. Mike got hoisted out of his leather jeans and sneakers, and into a pair of black army boots and leather chaps. A tough-looking sleeveless biker jacket and a leather baseball cap finished the look. 

A group of two dozen muscular twinks and butch biker men had gathered in a large private basement room behind the stage. The private room had a bar, DJ booth, and cinema screen. A raised platform with glory holes. And every kind of sex furniture imaginable. In short, it was the Galaxy in miniature.
Michael J Cox let out a loud sigh of relief as he saw John Stewertson and Benito Rocha standing at the bar. He rushed over to the kissing young men and slit both his hands into the naked butt cracks of the two. "Are you guys okay?..." Mike asked worriedly.
"We are fine, Michael... Benny wants me to be his boyfriend!..." said an overexcited John.

"Wow... That's quick... Congrats guys!... Are you joining this gangbang?..." said Mike hotly. Thinking happily back on how quickly Tomas had asked him to marry him after only a couple of days.
"Sí, señor..." grunted Benny in Spanish: "I will share Johnny with these guys... It should be fun... Much more fun than those other folladores brutales... These guys gave John a pair of chaps to wear and asked if he was willing to bottom for them..."
"Okay... Uhmmm... John... Make sure you stay safe... Tell them what you will and won't do..." said Michael. "Ben... You're responsible for John... So stay close to him..."

"Si señor... ¡Este no es mi primer rodeo!..." replied Rocha butchly.
"I know it's not your first rodeo... But still... Take care of him..." said Michael as he inclined his head to John. Mike stuck his tongue in Ben's mouth and a finger in his ass. After a few minutes, he did the same to John. Saying: "Let's have some fun with these rough leather basterds... Benny, can Tommy fuck your boy?..." Mike asked.
Benny got the dirtiest grin on his face. Saying: "Only if I can ram my thick Mexican rod in you..." Benito muttered hotly.
"Deal... But go easy on me... Your my first Mexican quarterback..." smirked Michael dirty.

After some drinks and getting to know the rest of the gang a bit better, Michael chose a sling in the middle of the room. Nearby, John got hoisted onto a red leather table with a larger padded cross. His arms and legs got fastened to it. John's ass dangled over the edge, and his head got supported by a thick leather pillow. John Stewertson seemed comfortable enough to allow the men to tie him down like that. Benito Rocha rotated the table to Tomas Johnson. Telling Tom to lube his boy up and fuck the crap out of him. Benny stepped to Johnny's head and started playing with his nipples. Bending over him to kiss his man.

When Tomas had prepped the teen, he looked over to Mike. Mike nodded and called: "Go for it... But be nice to him... Johnny has to enjoy it as well!... Teach him some new moves, TJ..."
With that, Benny Rocha looked up and grinned at Michael. He walked over to the sling. Helping Mike to rest his boots on the leather straps. He dove between Mike's raised legs and started to rim. Mike quickly lost the posing pouch of the leather jock he was wearing under the chaps. Steel offered his cock to Michael. Two others, Roy and Ronald Peterson, put Mike's hands on their big ebony dicks. And Vinney gobbled up Mike's leaky cock while Benito ate Michael out like a pro. It certainly wasn't Benny's first rodeo. Mike wasn't sure if he was servicing these men or if these men were treating him. Either way, the party had started and was not about to stop anytime soon.

Mike and John were not the only guys getting laid. All around the enormous room, couples, trios, and quartets got formed. Leather-wearing dudes of all ages, from 17-year-old teens to 50-something-year-old biker daddies, got it on. Hard and heavy. A scoreboard behind the bar showed how many rubbers got filled that night. The evening ended with Conner sliding his enormous horse-hung 13-inch ebony baseball bat effortlessly into Michael's well-lubed ass.

But Mike stopped him after a few minutes. Tomas stood next to Michael's head as Mike asked Conner Kumsukba: "Take off that fucking rubber, Con-man... That load needs to go deep inside there!... Breed me hard and rough... I am loos enough to fuck an elephant... Pump my gut full of cream... Do my white twinky booty like you always wanted to do!... Don't you dare hold back on me!..." Tomas and Conner gasped in horror. So Mike said: "Do me, Kumsukba!... Fill me up!... I am not going to offer it again, Con-man..." Conner exchanged a significant look with Tomas Johnson. Tom raised his shoulders, giving Kumsukba permission to finally brutally fuck someone as he had always dreamed about. His 13-inch baseball bat was going to hit its first home run.

Mike did not regret his decision. For sixteen minutes long, the boy got slammed hard and deep. Long and slow. Rough and tender. Michael got edged by several men. Kissed and tongued by all. His nipples were pinched, licked, and stroked. His hands always had a fat hard leaky cock in them. This was some orgy. It did not end until Conner started to cum. And even that took several minutes. He bred Michael so roughly that Mike had to stop Con-man pounding him. But even when Conner Kumsukba stopped his black Nigerian hips drumming on Mikey Mike's ass, the cum pump didn't stop. Jizz squeezed around the baseball bat because Michael's guts got filled to capacity.

The cum shower that two dozen biker men gave Mike was an experience and a half. Michael J Cox had never felt this dirty and happy in his 23-year-old life. This was something he could get used to if only he did not feel like a nasty slut.
What would these men think of him? Would his boyfriend respect him in the morning? Could Mike face the men if he met them in town somewhere?
But at this point, the boy had become a man. A gay man that had done half the town. Michael J Cox had made some new friends and dealt with his enemies.

After the party, Vinney and Conner took Mike and Tomas to the showers. They cleaned up and went back to the basement bar. They said goodbye to the men after a few more drinks. Around six in the morning, Tomas drove Ronald Peterson and Oscar Cox back to the T-Bone in his Trans-am. Master Roy Peterson gave Benson Hardman and John Stewertson a lift home. Mike went with Vinney, Conner, and Benito Rocha back to the Bush street neighborhood.

After dropping off the Kumsukba twins, he stopped in front of the Rocha residence. Benito's father was standing in the half-open door. Eagerly awaiting his son's return. "Damn, Jefe... I do hope we can do that again sometimes... Not sure my father will be all that impressed... He hates homosexuals..."
"Well, let me cut you a deal, Benito... If you're willing to help me train my upper body muscles in my home gym... I can help you and Johnny... I have a bit of a dungeon like the Galaxy in my attic..."

"Fuck... Really?..." said Benny stunned.
"Yeah... And I still haven't fucked you or John... And you know what's even more stupid?... I have not shot my own load all night..."
"Well, I am sure señor Tomas would love to help you with that, Michael..." winked Benito Rocha as he kissed Mike on the cheek. "Thanks for a wonderful evening, amigo..."
Benny crawled out of Mike's pimped-out hot hatchback. Michael rolled down his driver-side window and stuck a hand up to Ben's waiting father. "We had a nice evening... You can be proud of your boy, Emiliano..." Mike called to Ben's scowling father.

Michael crawled into bed next to Tomas. He spooned his naked ass. Tomas Johnson asked Mike: "Was that something you want to repeat?..."
"It was a bit much, honey... The gangbang was way too slutty for my taste... but I learned a few things... I just hope those men will still respect me..." said Michael worriedly.
"Ha... you did leave an impression... But nothing as bad as that!... They do respect you, Mike!... Fuck, there were a few that were jealous of me being your boyfriend... I think they actually like you... I sure love you, sweetheart..." groaned Tomas as he felt Mike's rod penetrate his butt. 

After a few minutes of slipping and sliding, Tomas squeezed his anal canal. He received Mike's pent-up load. Both men fell asleep instantly. Content in the knowledge they made the right decisions this past excruciating week.
Getting well rested for whatever the following days, weeks, months, and years would bring them.

PS.
Michael J Cox never got used to bondage sex. But he allowed Tomas to teach him anyway. Nor did Mike lose his defiant streak. But all guys in town knew how to deal with rebellious Mike and still enjoy his presence.
Vincent and Conner Kumsukba did become the owners of the Galaxy. And Steel's biker gang toned down their brutal sexual endeavors. Only fucking around with willing males and females. Letting Mike and Tomas Johnson, Roy Peterson, the Kumsukba twins, and the rest join them for regular cross-state bike trips. Having Bro-fun as it was supposed to be. 

Mike became a well-respected community member but stopped working at Grunnings after eighteen months. He had personally trained a replacement manager.
Michael J Cox got married to Tomas Johnson two years after his move. A few months before the happy occasion, he visited Chandan Skanker to get his dream clockwork tribal dragon tattoo.

The two lovers worked well together at the new T-Bone Hotel. It had doubled in size and tripled in popularity. Serving needy twinks, burly truckers, and bikers. As well as every other kind of customer looking for a great meal and a good time.
Flying the rainbow colors over with pride. 

< The End >

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