Jack found a pile of items and began to don them in order using the bottle of lube provided. A cock ring made of neoprene that was firm but softer than metal, small black butt pug which was easy to sit on and pop in - he was surprised Biker chose such a small one but decided not to questions things anymore, a full catsuit with snap-on codpiece that fit like a glove, he loved that, loved looking at himself once he had his suit on. Then sat and added rubber socks he tucked into the catsuit’s ankles. His chaps he zipped on over this which really framed his round little ass sticking out and a pair of equestrian rubber riding boots he decided to wear on the outside of his chaps tucked in since they would be riding, the short tight gloves tucked into the wrists, a plain hood with eye openings, noseholes and regular mouth that zipped snuggly down his head - he also tucked this into his catsuit collar. He gave himself a light polishing with latex polish, slicking up his bike jacket as well and then sliding into that being careful to really slick the shoulders and underarms so they didn’t catch.
Jack knocked on the door to indicate he was ready.
"Come in," Jack opened the door and re-entered the play room where Biker stood fully geared. Biker moved forward and smiled as he buckled on a D-ring collar then slid a tiny lock through the buckled. "You have no idea what you’re in for, so just trust me tonight, all right?" Jack nodded.
"Come in," Jack opened the door and re-entered the play room where Biker stood fully geared. Biker moved forward and smiled as he buckled on a D-ring collar then slid a tiny lock through the buckled. "You have no idea what you’re in for, so just trust me tonight, all right?" Jack nodded.
Biker left the playroom and Jack followed him, walking through another area until they came to the garage. A small one-car room with just a cycle in it and some steel cabinets on one whole wall. In the center, Biker’s cycle, a big black and chrome monster hog. The damned thing just looked sexy sitting there like some art piece in the middle of the garage with strange metal bars like big staples that the tires sat in at both ends.
"If you’re wondering what those are, they stabilize the bike so it makes a great fuck platform. Doesn’t matter what I do to you on it, no chance the thing will tip. Go ahead, take off the seatpad we’re heading out."
"If you’re wondering what those are, they stabilize the bike so it makes a great fuck platform. Doesn’t matter what I do to you on it, no chance the thing will tip. Go ahead, take off the seatpad we’re heading out."
Jack approached the bike and saw there was a black cover on the seat area. He knew it was probably leather or rubber like everything else in this place. The constant presence of the two materials made the place, especially the playroom, reek of sex because everything smelled like leather or rubber or the sex that had happened there sometime in the past. His gloved hand pinched the seatpad, matte black, soft, slightly saddle-shaped and about 18" wide and maybe a good 4’ long. With a neoprene cover that obviously been made to custom cover the seat area, it protected the seat and was thick with about 4" of foam built into it, perfect for getting plowed on! It slipped over the seat like a toaster cover making the seat more like a small table, and was surprisingly large. When he lifted it off he was met with yet another surprise. The normal leather twin-seater of the bike had two black matching leather flaps one at the very front and one midway. They were attached all along their front edge but unattached on the back and side edges. Kind of like a pocket you had half-ripped of your jeans. He was baffled by this. Biker was smirking watching his toy eye the big bike, he knew the seat confounded him.
"You’ll learn soon enough. Here, watch what I’ doing because it will be one of you duties in the future and I don’t explain things twice." Biker’s voice had sharpened to focus Jacks attention.
"Yes sir, sorry sir."
The tone of Biker’s voice had reminded Jack he shouldn’t daydream. He didn’t want to dare piss of this rubberman he was falling for. There was just so much to observe and everything stimulated him, all the possible sex scenarios and locations, he wondered if he would ever be able to anticipate hi new master or if their sexlife would be one ever-evolving adventure. Jack moved closer to Biker to observe what was up, he watched and listened to how to undo the metal pipes on either end of the bike and how they folded into the floor, beneath hinged doors so they were flush. It only took a few minutes to prep. How to lock up, were the switches and alarms were, etc.
"Get on."
Jack jumped and got on the rear of the seat.
"Scoot your ass a little more back." Biker’s big gloved hands touching Jack’s thigh sent a tingle through him. Fuck this man was sexy.
"Now undo your codpiece but just the snap on the bottom."
Jack fidgeted with his gloved hands trying to find just the little crotch snap, he was nervous and had that over-caffeinated edge to him from all the excitement. Biker reached between Jack’s legs and gave his bulge a squeeze. Biker leaned in to him with his love firmly gripping Jack’s baskets. Jack barely had time to turn before Biker’s mouth was on his and Biker’s other hand was pushing Jack’s head firmly in to him. DAMN! He was such a horny kisser, big wet tongue all over Jack’s mouth, the guy sucked Jack’s tongue into his own mouth such force it amazed him. Jack was completely overwhelmed, the guy didn’t fondle his crotch or anything, he just held It in a firm grip while he voraciously deep-kissed Jack. He didn’t even know it if was a second or ten minutes, it just happened and felt so good and just as suddenly Biker pulled away and took his hand off Jack’s crotch which had swollen during the kiss.
"Fuck you’re a hot little stud. Hope you don’t get scared off. I’m getting to really enjoy this."
Jack blushed beneath his hood. "Please sir, I would like to stick around if you’ll let me."
"We’ll see, you’re making me so horny right now if we weren’t late I’d fuck you and that rubber covered melon butt of yours senseless right here but I’ve got other things in mind." Biker opened one of the metal cabinets and took out a black helmet. Jack had only a second to see that the cabinet seemed to be filled with toys and more sex gear. He saw one bid dildo, some things with buckles, rolls of rubber straps but couldn’t make much more out in the light before the helmet with its dark visor had been slid on. The helmet was black and shiny. It made Jack look even more alien as he took a sidelong peek in the wall mirror. WOOF! He was making himself horny. Biker quickly walked away and hit the light switch dimming the garage to the four red bulbs burning on the back wall which now outlined every shape in red highlights, echoed in the metal cabinet doors and again in the wall mirror. His own legs straddling the bike took on a wild look and Biker, well his whole shape was not just black with thin red reflections. Jack was mesmerized watching this man move, the way the rubber echoed every muscled inch of his body. In no time, Biker had saddled on top of the sat firmly in front of Jack and started the bike.
"You know how to ride don’t you, how to handle curves?"
"Yes sir, I don’t own a bike but I have several friends who do."
Biker started the engine and the bike came to life.’
"Er… forgot, just one more detail before we take off. " Biker shifted forward and stepped off the purring bike.
"Yes sir, sorry sir."
The tone of Biker’s voice had reminded Jack he shouldn’t daydream. He didn’t want to dare piss of this rubberman he was falling for. There was just so much to observe and everything stimulated him, all the possible sex scenarios and locations, he wondered if he would ever be able to anticipate hi new master or if their sexlife would be one ever-evolving adventure. Jack moved closer to Biker to observe what was up, he watched and listened to how to undo the metal pipes on either end of the bike and how they folded into the floor, beneath hinged doors so they were flush. It only took a few minutes to prep. How to lock up, were the switches and alarms were, etc.
"Get on."
Jack jumped and got on the rear of the seat.
"Scoot your ass a little more back." Biker’s big gloved hands touching Jack’s thigh sent a tingle through him. Fuck this man was sexy.
"Now undo your codpiece but just the snap on the bottom."
Jack fidgeted with his gloved hands trying to find just the little crotch snap, he was nervous and had that over-caffeinated edge to him from all the excitement. Biker reached between Jack’s legs and gave his bulge a squeeze. Biker leaned in to him with his love firmly gripping Jack’s baskets. Jack barely had time to turn before Biker’s mouth was on his and Biker’s other hand was pushing Jack’s head firmly in to him. DAMN! He was such a horny kisser, big wet tongue all over Jack’s mouth, the guy sucked Jack’s tongue into his own mouth such force it amazed him. Jack was completely overwhelmed, the guy didn’t fondle his crotch or anything, he just held It in a firm grip while he voraciously deep-kissed Jack. He didn’t even know it if was a second or ten minutes, it just happened and felt so good and just as suddenly Biker pulled away and took his hand off Jack’s crotch which had swollen during the kiss.
"Fuck you’re a hot little stud. Hope you don’t get scared off. I’m getting to really enjoy this."
Jack blushed beneath his hood. "Please sir, I would like to stick around if you’ll let me."
"We’ll see, you’re making me so horny right now if we weren’t late I’d fuck you and that rubber covered melon butt of yours senseless right here but I’ve got other things in mind." Biker opened one of the metal cabinets and took out a black helmet. Jack had only a second to see that the cabinet seemed to be filled with toys and more sex gear. He saw one bid dildo, some things with buckles, rolls of rubber straps but couldn’t make much more out in the light before the helmet with its dark visor had been slid on. The helmet was black and shiny. It made Jack look even more alien as he took a sidelong peek in the wall mirror. WOOF! He was making himself horny. Biker quickly walked away and hit the light switch dimming the garage to the four red bulbs burning on the back wall which now outlined every shape in red highlights, echoed in the metal cabinet doors and again in the wall mirror. His own legs straddling the bike took on a wild look and Biker, well his whole shape was not just black with thin red reflections. Jack was mesmerized watching this man move, the way the rubber echoed every muscled inch of his body. In no time, Biker had saddled on top of the sat firmly in front of Jack and started the bike.
"You know how to ride don’t you, how to handle curves?"
"Yes sir, I don’t own a bike but I have several friends who do."
Biker started the engine and the bike came to life.’
"Er… forgot, just one more detail before we take off. " Biker shifted forward and stepped off the purring bike.
With one hand he lifted the midseat flap and with the other he pulled up a dark gray shiny cylinder like a large juice can. Biker pressed a button on the left handlebar and a small slightly different noise started up, barely audible over the engine in it’s idling mode. Jack had no idea what it was until Biker lifted his codpiece flap and his cock and balls were sucked down into the tube.
"Ummmmmmph" Jack uncontrollably moaned. The cylinder must have been pre-lubed because it felt slick and smooth, jack’s cock was instantly hard and being tugged on. Fuck, a vacuum pump built into the seat! The cylinder had space below it and Biker let it’s natural weight pull jack’s swollen crotch downward and pulled the seat flap over the cylinder. From the top or side, you had no idea the rider was getting his nut and cock pumped so it was the perfect luxury addition to a fetish bike. Cadillac ought to do this, Jack laughed to himself, they’d triple their sales, and then probably accidents! Biker adjusted something on the handlebar and the pressure slowed a bit but firmly held Jack in the tube. He then mounted the bike and undid his own codpiece, fixing his cock and balls also into a pump at the front of the seat. Again, with the flap over the dark cylinder, you would be hard-pressed eve in bright daylight to see anything, but at dusk, like this, you saw nothing strange. A couple more buttons, some knobs adjusted, they were ready.
"Put your arms around my chest." Jack was only too eager.
The door must have been on some infrared button on the bike because the garage swung open on its own and the bike with its deep hum vibrating beneath Jack swung out into the driveway. Gripping this rubbered stud, his body encased, his cock and balls worked slowly but relentlessly with a firm suction, he was in heaven. The door swung closed behind them and they rumbled into the street.
"Ummmmmmph" Jack uncontrollably moaned. The cylinder must have been pre-lubed because it felt slick and smooth, jack’s cock was instantly hard and being tugged on. Fuck, a vacuum pump built into the seat! The cylinder had space below it and Biker let it’s natural weight pull jack’s swollen crotch downward and pulled the seat flap over the cylinder. From the top or side, you had no idea the rider was getting his nut and cock pumped so it was the perfect luxury addition to a fetish bike. Cadillac ought to do this, Jack laughed to himself, they’d triple their sales, and then probably accidents! Biker adjusted something on the handlebar and the pressure slowed a bit but firmly held Jack in the tube. He then mounted the bike and undid his own codpiece, fixing his cock and balls also into a pump at the front of the seat. Again, with the flap over the dark cylinder, you would be hard-pressed eve in bright daylight to see anything, but at dusk, like this, you saw nothing strange. A couple more buttons, some knobs adjusted, they were ready.
"Put your arms around my chest." Jack was only too eager.
The door must have been on some infrared button on the bike because the garage swung open on its own and the bike with its deep hum vibrating beneath Jack swung out into the driveway. Gripping this rubbered stud, his body encased, his cock and balls worked slowly but relentlessly with a firm suction, he was in heaven. The door swung closed behind them and they rumbled into the street.
Jack pressed himself as closely into Biker as he could, his cock and balls worked by his pump, the buttplug in his ass purring from the engine’s hum, it all felt so right.
"Good boy" Biker’s gauntlet covered hand slapped Jack’s right thigh and gave it a squeeze and a stroke down to the knee. Jack just shivered with nerves.
"Good boy" Biker’s gauntlet covered hand slapped Jack’s right thigh and gave it a squeeze and a stroke down to the knee. Jack just shivered with nerves.
Once they drove the city streets, fairly quiet this time of night, they were on the highway in no time and out of London within 20 minutes. A turn onto a smaller road led to an even less-used highway. The road hadn’t been very busy and in the dark, they just looked like two guys in maybe shiny leather biking down the road. Bikes were so common in England, nobody thought twice about it. But here on this other highway, the road was almost empty. Cars and trucks were spaced far ,far apart and most of the ride no one was even near them. They traveled fast and it felt good to zip along in the cool night air. Jack was almost dozing in happiness leaning on Biker’s back unaware of passing time when something prompted him to open his eyes. When he did, a funny flash caught his eye and then he saw it, his whole body tensed. Flashing lights could be seen in the bike’s mirror.
Fuck, I’m fucked! Jack thought, foreign country, no ID dressed like a pervert with his dick stuck in a pump on a bike with another rubberman, Christ! His mind began to race. He pointed at the mirror frantically but Biker just gave him the thumbs up and patted his thigh again. Biker didn’t seem the least bit upset whereas Jack was confused and a mess. Was this another scene? Maybe, but if it wasn’t Biker’s cockiness could get Jack into a lot of trouble His insides were knotting. Was the CHiP officer playing out a scene with them? While Jack pondered the scenarios he suddenly felt no sucking on his crotch, in fact a little air pressure pop and he felt his big pouch pouched out of the cylinder. He reached between his leg with one hand but couldn’t find the snap and his now swollen nutbag was barely going t fit in the codpiece he had started with. He didn’t dare let go of both hands on Biker to do it, he knew he might fall off it they took a sharp turn to elude the cop. He also noticed that Biker hadn’t make any effort to touch his own pouch. This puzzled Jack.
As the flashing lights neared with Biker not slowing, they turned on to a smaller country side road and slowed apparently to stop but before they had driven a good three hundred feet from the smaller highway. Jack couldn’t figure what was going on, the cop car had also turned and was following them right on their tail. Jack realized they were actually slowing to a stop now. His heart was beating so hard in his chest, sweat was breaking out under his suit despite the cool air.
When they stopped, Biker turned off the engine and turned his head sideways to Jack.
"Don’t worry about a thing. I’ll take care of this in a sec. You must relax and stay on the bike."
As much as Jack wanted to trust Biker, he had no idea what was going on. The cop door could be heard slamming behind them and Jack saw the cop walking towards the bike in the rearview mirror, his body silhouetted in the headlights. Jack layered his gloved hands as casually as possibly over his codpiece to hide his big balls which were hanging out. He was so nervous he could barely think and he certainly didn’t see Biker reach down and open a panel in the front of his cycle. Biker reached from a small zippered bag in the compartment and carefully opened it. He watched the cop in the mirror as he waited to pull out the contents. The cop was almost upon them as Biker pulled out a black neoprene wallet from the bag, and opened it to reveal a license of some sort on the side. He had it ready in his right hand and made a lame wave in the air to show the approaching cop. Then he held it just a few inches above his crotch as the cop reached them holding a flashlight.
"Don’t worry about a thing. I’ll take care of this in a sec. You must relax and stay on the bike."
As much as Jack wanted to trust Biker, he had no idea what was going on. The cop door could be heard slamming behind them and Jack saw the cop walking towards the bike in the rearview mirror, his body silhouetted in the headlights. Jack layered his gloved hands as casually as possibly over his codpiece to hide his big balls which were hanging out. He was so nervous he could barely think and he certainly didn’t see Biker reach down and open a panel in the front of his cycle. Biker reached from a small zippered bag in the compartment and carefully opened it. He watched the cop in the mirror as he waited to pull out the contents. The cop was almost upon them as Biker pulled out a black neoprene wallet from the bag, and opened it to reveal a license of some sort on the side. He had it ready in his right hand and made a lame wave in the air to show the approaching cop. Then he held it just a few inches above his crotch as the cop reached them holding a flashlight.
"Hmm, what the…" The cop eyed the two men in shiny black gear and helmets. It was obvious from the leg muscles on the pillion that the back passenger wasn’t a woman. His flashlight took only a cursory pass to reveal shiny rubber gear instead of leather.
The cop muttered under his breath ‘probably a couple of fags out for a ride… "So let me see your license mister!" his voice was filled with contempt. It pissed Jack off that this guy was a cop but he was in another country and didn’t think it wise to say anything, he just sat there. "Gimme the license!"
Biker gestured with his gloved left hand to the wallet he was holding open just above his crotch and pointed to something while nodding his head.
When the cop leaned forward to read it aiming his flashlight in front of him at what seemed to be a walled
"I can’t read that tiny print in the dark! What the fuck, what does that say there?" The cop was picking the wallet from Biker when BAM! Biker slammed the chloroform soaked foam rubber wallet into the cop’s face and with his left hand grabbed the guy’s head and forced him to breath it even deeper. The cop struggled but literally, it was only maybe two seconds. Whatever was on that wallet it must have been incredibly strong or there was a lot of it. The short beefy guy collapsed to the ground in seconds. Biker lifted the wallet over his shoulder and Jack could read it, illuminated in the cop’s headlights - the thick neoprene held a laminated "license" on one side that had a fucking sexy helmeted biker pic and the title "Big rubber fucked" with some other erotic details in fine print. Jack would have laughed but he was so nervous about the whole thing he couldn’t relax. A cop was knocked out next to them and here they were two fetish cyclers out in the middle of the woods.
The cop muttered under his breath ‘probably a couple of fags out for a ride… "So let me see your license mister!" his voice was filled with contempt. It pissed Jack off that this guy was a cop but he was in another country and didn’t think it wise to say anything, he just sat there. "Gimme the license!"
Biker gestured with his gloved left hand to the wallet he was holding open just above his crotch and pointed to something while nodding his head.
When the cop leaned forward to read it aiming his flashlight in front of him at what seemed to be a walled
"I can’t read that tiny print in the dark! What the fuck, what does that say there?" The cop was picking the wallet from Biker when BAM! Biker slammed the chloroform soaked foam rubber wallet into the cop’s face and with his left hand grabbed the guy’s head and forced him to breath it even deeper. The cop struggled but literally, it was only maybe two seconds. Whatever was on that wallet it must have been incredibly strong or there was a lot of it. The short beefy guy collapsed to the ground in seconds. Biker lifted the wallet over his shoulder and Jack could read it, illuminated in the cop’s headlights - the thick neoprene held a laminated "license" on one side that had a fucking sexy helmeted biker pic and the title "Big rubber fucked" with some other erotic details in fine print. Jack would have laughed but he was so nervous about the whole thing he couldn’t relax. A cop was knocked out next to them and here they were two fetish cyclers out in the middle of the woods.
Biker stepped oft the bike and began to walk towards the cop car "Stay here."
He strode off and in a moment, the flashing lights stopped and the headlights went out and the car sat there in the dark almost unnoticeable on this backwood road. He returned to Jack, the only light the Biker’s own headlights aiming into the woods and the flashlight on the ground
"don’t worry."
He strode off and in a moment, the flashing lights stopped and the headlights went out and the car sat there in the dark almost unnoticeable on this backwood road. He returned to Jack, the only light the Biker’s own headlights aiming into the woods and the flashlight on the ground
"don’t worry."
Jack was distracted from his own nerves by just how fuckin’ sexy his buddy was. Standing in front of him was his rubber dream with some vacuum pumped balls hanging exposed below his codpiece, their blood swollen redness really drawing eve more attention to them against the black rubber thighs. Jack’s mouth involuntarily began to salivate. Jack couldn’t control himself, he reached over and cupped the big balls, his other hand stroked the top of the big fat cock hanging there.
"You’ll get plenty of them later boy." Jack was so mesmerized he almost forgot the situation.
Biker stepped back his balls sliding out of Jack’s hand and slapping on to his chaps, "Help me get this fat biggot up."
Jack dismounted the bike, whoa, his big balls were sore but sore in a hot way, they felt heavy and sexy swinging out in the chill of the air and is things had that sat too long feeling.
"You’ll get plenty of them later boy." Jack was so mesmerized he almost forgot the situation.
Biker stepped back his balls sliding out of Jack’s hand and slapping on to his chaps, "Help me get this fat biggot up."
Jack dismounted the bike, whoa, his big balls were sore but sore in a hot way, they felt heavy and sexy swinging out in the chill of the air and is things had that sat too long feeling.
Biker bend and grabbed the cop by under his arms.
"here, grab his boots and help me get him over there."
The two of them lifted the cop over to a grassier area near a tree just a few yards in front of them to the side of the road. The cop was a big just slightly bearish type, the kind of beefy guy that is he wasn’t careful, he’d just get fat but at the moment, he was pretty solid, but not tall.
"here, grab his boots and help me get him over there."
The two of them lifted the cop over to a grassier area near a tree just a few yards in front of them to the side of the road. The cop was a big just slightly bearish type, the kind of beefy guy that is he wasn’t careful, he’d just get fat but at the moment, he was pretty solid, but not tall.
"OK , listen and focus. There’s an instant camera in the back hatch on the left side, go get it and watch a pro. On the right side in the toys, bring me the smallest flesh-colored dildo that’s in there and a butt plug and a packet of lube. Bring them fast. Then roll my bike backwards to the passenger’s side of the police car, keeping the lights aimed here."
By the time Jack had found the camera and gotten back tot he tree which was smack in the headlights of the cycle, Biker had taken off the guy’s hat and glasses, pulled his pants down and had the guy on his knees leaning against him. Jack ran back tot he bike and undoing the kickstand, rolled the big thing back to the side of the cop car. He was amazed at how heavy it felt. When he turned around he saw Biker snapping cuffs on the cop with his arms now clasped behind him.
"Stuff the dildo in his drawers and make sure it looks like he’s got a woody".
Jack dropped and did as he was told. It was funny how realistic the flesh dildo looked "straining" in the cotton briefs.
"Spread a little lube on the fabric where the dildo head is so it looks like he’s leaking precum."
Jack did as he was told, it made the fleshy color of the dildo show up more through the fabric in the bright headlight.
"Now take a couple shots but get just this in - his face smothered in my big balls and his crotch all ’hard’ like that but don’t get beyond the shoulders so you can’t see his cuffed arms or anything. Make sure his badge number shows up nice and clear too. That’s the one thing that needs to be in focus.
"Stuff the dildo in his drawers and make sure it looks like he’s got a woody".
Jack dropped and did as he was told. It was funny how realistic the flesh dildo looked "straining" in the cotton briefs.
"Spread a little lube on the fabric where the dildo head is so it looks like he’s leaking precum."
Jack did as he was told, it made the fleshy color of the dildo show up more through the fabric in the bright headlight.
"Now take a couple shots but get just this in - his face smothered in my big balls and his crotch all ’hard’ like that but don’t get beyond the shoulders so you can’t see his cuffed arms or anything. Make sure his badge number shows up nice and clear too. That’s the one thing that needs to be in focus.
Jack took off his helmet and put it on the ground behind him so he could focus the camera. He squatted to get the right angle. Biker held the guy up by leaning against the tree and leaning the cop’s weight against him he turned the head to the side so his closed eyes were hidden by Biker’s thigh and placed his big balls just above the slack mouth, shoving them in just a touch.
With the guy’s tongue handing out, and the hard ‘dick’ in his pants, it sure looked convincing. Jack chuckled at ho smart his ma was and shot a couple angles. With that, Biker pushed the pig to the side and the two of them watched the pictures develop in the lights of the cycle.
"Damn, you’re a pretty good porno photographer boy, next time you get to model." Biker slapped his boy’s rubberized ass which was still warm from sitting on the bike for an hour. The pics were perfect, it looked like the cop was on his knees sucking huge balls with a vengeance from some rubber stud. The flesh color of the dildo just showed through the fabric where it was wet from the lube, really convincing. And his badge was smartly displayed. The brightness of the bike headlights and the flash made the pic look like an unplanned surprise shot, which only lent more credibility.
"Now what sir?"
"Well boy, may I remind you we’ve had gloves on the whole time. We’re going to scare the bejeesus out of this pig by leaving him only ONE photo and a note. Any problem with him reporting the license on my bike and I’ll just deny it, you’ll be my alibi. I’ve got friends who’ll swear we were all at dinner together at a restaurant one of them owns, and we’ll mail the pics to the police. Plenty of homophobic types, the police don’t need some big press case hitting the tabloids. Just the threat of losing his job or his buddies thinking he’s queer will shut him up, trust me. I know these types. And the stuff I use is medical grade, no after effects besides a bad headache. Now, I want you to lube that dildo and pump his ass some with it, leave him good and sore and wondering when he wakes up if we fucked him. Then throw the dildo off into the woods once it’s contaminated. Trust me, nobody’s gonna know it was a dildo and not a cock up his ass so who’s going to be out here looking for one in the woods?"
"Damn, you’re a pretty good porno photographer boy, next time you get to model." Biker slapped his boy’s rubberized ass which was still warm from sitting on the bike for an hour. The pics were perfect, it looked like the cop was on his knees sucking huge balls with a vengeance from some rubber stud. The flesh color of the dildo just showed through the fabric where it was wet from the lube, really convincing. And his badge was smartly displayed. The brightness of the bike headlights and the flash made the pic look like an unplanned surprise shot, which only lent more credibility.
"Now what sir?"
"Well boy, may I remind you we’ve had gloves on the whole time. We’re going to scare the bejeesus out of this pig by leaving him only ONE photo and a note. Any problem with him reporting the license on my bike and I’ll just deny it, you’ll be my alibi. I’ve got friends who’ll swear we were all at dinner together at a restaurant one of them owns, and we’ll mail the pics to the police. Plenty of homophobic types, the police don’t need some big press case hitting the tabloids. Just the threat of losing his job or his buddies thinking he’s queer will shut him up, trust me. I know these types. And the stuff I use is medical grade, no after effects besides a bad headache. Now, I want you to lube that dildo and pump his ass some with it, leave him good and sore and wondering when he wakes up if we fucked him. Then throw the dildo off into the woods once it’s contaminated. Trust me, nobody’s gonna know it was a dildo and not a cock up his ass so who’s going to be out here looking for one in the woods?"
Jack rolled the guy over and pulled his shorts down, he took the dildo out and poured lube all over the guy’s ass so it would end up all over his uniform pants when he sat down. He pushed the dildo in, it resisted but Jack new the guy was unconscious so at this point, he couldn’t care. He shoved it in and out a couple times briskly, then satisfied with his work, stood and hurled it deep into the underbrush.
You had to admit it was a pretty good plan.
Biker took the top ticket in triplicate and ripped it out of the cop’s book. It already had his bike license number written on it and a note "2 bikers speeding" He handed it to Jack "shred this and go scatter it in the grass over there." Then he took the last sheet from the back of the cop’s own ticket book and with the cop’s pen wrote in childlike printing "Just one of many pics from our little session. Keep quiet or the others will be mailed to your precinct boss and your wife and the papers. We got your address from you wallet. Mind your business and everybody’s fine. By the way fag, you had a hot ass, but you shouldn’t solicit bikers at roadstops, it’s a little dangerous for closet cases."
Jack laughed reading the last comment, it was funny and would make the guy totally paranoid. He certainly wouldn’t show it to anyone if it said that. A sore ass, lube on his uniform, threatening note and a pic…
Jack laughed reading the last comment, it was funny and would make the guy totally paranoid. He certainly wouldn’t show it to anyone if it said that. A sore ass, lube on his uniform, threatening note and a pic…
They carried the cop back over to his car and put him in the backseat. Biker obviously had a plan.
I "I want you to drive the cop car and follow me on the bike, we’re only going a short distance and nobody’s on the road out here this time of night OK"
Jack nodded he got in and stated the cop car engine, turned on the headlights and waited for Biker to mount his bike and start up Biker did a U turn and headed back down the short road they had driven on to. He paused at the roadway and checked that there were no cars and then headed out. Nervously, Jack followed with his heart in his throat. What if the guy woke up? Well he was handcuffed. God, he hoped this would be over shortly, it as exciting and he trusted Biker but what if Biker just up and took off now, man he’d be in trouble, out in nowhere driving a cop’s car with him cuffed and passed out in the back. Luckily, just as he was making himself crazy inventing alibis Biker turned and Jack followed. Biker went about a half mile down a dirt farm road and pulled over indicating wit his hand for Jack to follow. Biker stopped and dismounted his bike, coming back to Jack in the car.
"Get out." Jack did as he was told. They undid the cuffs, the cop still ‘asleep, and moved him to the front seat leaning his head to the side. Then Biker took the best of the polaroids and the note and put it in the cop’s right hand. Biker went back to his bike and got the wallet he’s used before in the ziplock bag and gave the guy a second whiff. The more time they had to get as far from here as possible the harder it would be for this cop to wake up and go looking for them. After all how many custom bikes with two rubbered geared bikers were around here. With the head tilted, the guy looked like he was asleep and after all it was late. Anyone driving by was unlikely to bother a cop car, most people avoided them anyway. Then he locked the door and closed it so nobody could get in. Anyone walking past would see the cop in uniform asleep. If they knocked and woke the guy, he’d awake to see the pic in his hand and find the note on the seat and probably be so embarrassed he’d start the car and tear off.
I "I want you to drive the cop car and follow me on the bike, we’re only going a short distance and nobody’s on the road out here this time of night OK"
Jack nodded he got in and stated the cop car engine, turned on the headlights and waited for Biker to mount his bike and start up Biker did a U turn and headed back down the short road they had driven on to. He paused at the roadway and checked that there were no cars and then headed out. Nervously, Jack followed with his heart in his throat. What if the guy woke up? Well he was handcuffed. God, he hoped this would be over shortly, it as exciting and he trusted Biker but what if Biker just up and took off now, man he’d be in trouble, out in nowhere driving a cop’s car with him cuffed and passed out in the back. Luckily, just as he was making himself crazy inventing alibis Biker turned and Jack followed. Biker went about a half mile down a dirt farm road and pulled over indicating wit his hand for Jack to follow. Biker stopped and dismounted his bike, coming back to Jack in the car.
"Get out." Jack did as he was told. They undid the cuffs, the cop still ‘asleep, and moved him to the front seat leaning his head to the side. Then Biker took the best of the polaroids and the note and put it in the cop’s right hand. Biker went back to his bike and got the wallet he’s used before in the ziplock bag and gave the guy a second whiff. The more time they had to get as far from here as possible the harder it would be for this cop to wake up and go looking for them. After all how many custom bikes with two rubbered geared bikers were around here. With the head tilted, the guy looked like he was asleep and after all it was late. Anyone driving by was unlikely to bother a cop car, most people avoided them anyway. Then he locked the door and closed it so nobody could get in. Anyone walking past would see the cop in uniform asleep. If they knocked and woke the guy, he’d awake to see the pic in his hand and find the note on the seat and probably be so embarrassed he’d start the car and tear off.
That accomplished, Biker gave his boy a big affectionate hug and a deep kiss grinding his crotch into Jack’s
"Job well done, why don’t you give me a little nut sucking for taking care of a sticky situation huh? Get that dirty pig’s saliva off my nice balls for me." Jack smiled and instantly dropped to his knees Biker straddling his head. Jack lifted the codpiece flap and eyeing the cock and balls in front of him was in heaven. He looked up at Biker and licked his helmet headed cock.
"JUST the nuts, I didn’t say anything about letting you suck my cock…"
Jack kept his eyes on Biker’s as he greedily sucked and licked the big ball sac in front o him, it was more like licking a grapefruit since he couldn’t get them both in his mouth, the shiny rubber thighs on either side making his sex-crazed. That smell, he closed his eyes and concentrate on making his man happy, his gloved hands on the guy’s chaps, nuts, still big from pumping, filled him mouth and the scent of them warm with rubber, was intense. The feeling of the guy’s orbs sliding in the big round sack that wouldn’t fit entirely in his mouth. Biker let him suck for maybe three minutes
"Hey, we’ve got somewhere to go and we’re late." Biker abruptly pulled his balls from Jack’s mouth and turned towards the bike impersonally. Jack wondered if he’d been close, if Biker was afraid of cumming so soon. Or if he was suddenly mad at him. Frustrated and a little confused Jack followed to the Bike. Bike stood there. "Well get the fuck on!" he handed Jack his helmet.
Jack slid on the rear of the seat
"Don’t you remember anything?" Biker’s tone of voice was irritated but not nasty. He lifted the flap and pushed Jack’s cock and balls back into the vacuum space. Jack smiled and grimaced at the same time, they were sore since he was so new at this. Biker smirked an got in front of him and did the same. In a moment they were back on the road, cock and balls happily pumping beneath him, purr of the engine - he’d been so distracted he forgot about the little buttplug he’d been wearing which came to life as the engine hummed beneath him. He put his arms around Biker’s jacket and leaned in to him, relieved , relaxed and curious about what was ahead as they drove off into the night.
"Job well done, why don’t you give me a little nut sucking for taking care of a sticky situation huh? Get that dirty pig’s saliva off my nice balls for me." Jack smiled and instantly dropped to his knees Biker straddling his head. Jack lifted the codpiece flap and eyeing the cock and balls in front of him was in heaven. He looked up at Biker and licked his helmet headed cock.
"JUST the nuts, I didn’t say anything about letting you suck my cock…"
Jack kept his eyes on Biker’s as he greedily sucked and licked the big ball sac in front o him, it was more like licking a grapefruit since he couldn’t get them both in his mouth, the shiny rubber thighs on either side making his sex-crazed. That smell, he closed his eyes and concentrate on making his man happy, his gloved hands on the guy’s chaps, nuts, still big from pumping, filled him mouth and the scent of them warm with rubber, was intense. The feeling of the guy’s orbs sliding in the big round sack that wouldn’t fit entirely in his mouth. Biker let him suck for maybe three minutes
"Hey, we’ve got somewhere to go and we’re late." Biker abruptly pulled his balls from Jack’s mouth and turned towards the bike impersonally. Jack wondered if he’d been close, if Biker was afraid of cumming so soon. Or if he was suddenly mad at him. Frustrated and a little confused Jack followed to the Bike. Bike stood there. "Well get the fuck on!" he handed Jack his helmet.
Jack slid on the rear of the seat
"Don’t you remember anything?" Biker’s tone of voice was irritated but not nasty. He lifted the flap and pushed Jack’s cock and balls back into the vacuum space. Jack smiled and grimaced at the same time, they were sore since he was so new at this. Biker smirked an got in front of him and did the same. In a moment they were back on the road, cock and balls happily pumping beneath him, purr of the engine - he’d been so distracted he forgot about the little buttplug he’d been wearing which came to life as the engine hummed beneath him. He put his arms around Biker’s jacket and leaned in to him, relieved , relaxed and curious about what was ahead as they drove off into the night.
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