Jack was so exhausted he was close to sleep most of the rest of the ride so his sense of time was useless. He had no idea if they were near London or far away. The area was industrial and pretty much deserted. Biker rode down a steep hill and Jack could see some type of oil refinery and shipyard in the distance so that ruled out London proper. There were lots of little lights and machinery and metal and gates and fences but no sign of life. The many bulbs on the pipe and fences made the rubber on Biker’s jacket shine and sparkle as they whizzed past. At the base of the hill they took a long sideroad that ran along the refinery and finally Biker turned into a narrower road that lead through some warehouses to one near the end. He paused at a gate and took a cards from the bike’s front compartment that looked like a credit card, pushing it into a waiting slot. It activated and a large two-story warehouse door ahead of them slid to the right but only about 4’ wide. Biker drove through and paused, pushing a button the wall and the door closed behind them. In front of them in the lighted warehouse were lots of bikes in rows, a couple vans, some trucks, etc. Jack knew this was their destination from the two guys ahead of them chatting in front of a number of bikes parked to one side and the two leather geared biker guys a sort distance away. One nodded at Biker and then went back to chatting with the hunky guy in front of him, a beefy thing in tight leather pants and a harness and armbands over some serious muscle and tattoos. Biker rode to the far left side and parked in an area with fewer bikes. Jack saw by comparison that theirs was definitely one of the bigger machines. Biker turned off the engine and with that the cockpumps tuned off and Jack realized he’d grown so use to the feeling of his dick and balls in that pressure, he had forgotten about it. He slide his swollen crotch out of the holder and looked at his balls with amazement. His dick was thicker and his ballsack was huge, and tender too. Biker got off first.
"Wait." He went to the back of the bike on the right side and opened it, fumbling around for a sec. "These will fit better, do mine first." Biker lifted Jack’s chin so he was looking into his eyes. "And no fondling, your tool gets sore when you pump and besides we’re later than I planned so behave."
Jack was handed one of two codpieces, bigger than the ones they were wearing which would make it a lot easier to stuff their engorged ballsacks into them. He unsnapped Biker’s top three snaps and his dick and balls swung free. It took every bit of control for Jack to not just dive in and smother his face in his man’s crotch but he knew not to fuck up or it would just ruin things. He took the pouchstyle codpiece Biker had handed him which had a black center zipper and snapped the top three snaps onto Biker’s suit. He took of his helmet so he could maneuver the next part since it was harder to see the one snap between Biker’s legs. He carefully lifted Biker’s puffy balls and cock, cupping them in one gloved hand and carefully slid the codpiece over them and then snapped the read snap at the base. Woof, now that was HOT! Big rubber bulge between thick thighs, codpiece sticking out catching light on it’s gleaming surface. FUCK! He just wanted to lick and chew it and lose all track of time but he knew better. It took everything to resist. A zipper the only thing separating him from his master’s swollen cock, the thick black SCUBA zipper such an easy access, Jack wondered how long he could wait…
"Wait." He went to the back of the bike on the right side and opened it, fumbling around for a sec. "These will fit better, do mine first." Biker lifted Jack’s chin so he was looking into his eyes. "And no fondling, your tool gets sore when you pump and besides we’re later than I planned so behave."
Jack was handed one of two codpieces, bigger than the ones they were wearing which would make it a lot easier to stuff their engorged ballsacks into them. He unsnapped Biker’s top three snaps and his dick and balls swung free. It took every bit of control for Jack to not just dive in and smother his face in his man’s crotch but he knew not to fuck up or it would just ruin things. He took the pouchstyle codpiece Biker had handed him which had a black center zipper and snapped the top three snaps onto Biker’s suit. He took of his helmet so he could maneuver the next part since it was harder to see the one snap between Biker’s legs. He carefully lifted Biker’s puffy balls and cock, cupping them in one gloved hand and carefully slid the codpiece over them and then snapped the read snap at the base. Woof, now that was HOT! Big rubber bulge between thick thighs, codpiece sticking out catching light on it’s gleaming surface. FUCK! He just wanted to lick and chew it and lose all track of time but he knew better. It took everything to resist. A zipper the only thing separating him from his master’s swollen cock, the thick black SCUBA zipper such an easy access, Jack wondered how long he could wait…
He reached down and repeated the same with his, noticing that his codpiece wasn’t as big as Bikers. Still sizable but a little smaller with no zipper. His pouch looked impressive puffing out bigger than ever, like some Tom of Finland drawing. He was getting into this pumping stuff, WOOF! The cockring he’d earlier slipped on kept his ballsack pretty big even though it was no longer in the vacuum.
He dismounted the bike and followed Biker to the steel door where the same access card prompted a buzz, Biker punched in a code on the phone-like keyboard and the door unlocked. They stepped in to what w an elevator not a hallway and once the front door had closed and locked, then Biker put his card in a wall slot and the elevator descended. The quiet became noisier as Jack could here bar sounds and smell a combination of cigarette, beer, cigar smoke and poppers in the air. The voices got louder as the elevator stopped at some level and the door opened to reveal a dark modern bar full of hot looking biker and perve guys. The room was dark with sharp points of light coming out of the black-painted ceiling. A bar ran alongside one wall and was two guys deep while the rest of the room had clusters of leather and rubber skinheads, bikers, uniform guys - drinking and talking and laughing. The bar itself was glass-topped and glass-fronted with uplighting so you could see the bartenders and barbacks’ legs, boots and crotches as they walked around. The floor had uplight halogens installed flush which showed off everybody’s legs, bulging crotches, round asses and boots of every kind.
Biker seemed to know everybody and they made their way through to a place near the bar on the far end.
When the guy walked in, a lot of guys gave a heads up, greetings, thumbs up hand gestures and there was a round "HEY! Resounding through the bar. Jack could just make out the guy’s face when he took of his helmet, there were so many people in the bar. He was cute, youngish with a goatee. About 5’11" medium build in biker gear judging from the padded shoulders on the leather jacket and the gauntlet gloves he’d see take off the helmet. Jack wasn’t sure what the fuss was about and turned back facing Biker who was considerably taller and more muscled than the newcomer.
"Who’s he?"
Biker answered with a sly grin. "that’s HC, an Aussie."
"HC?"
"Yeah."
Biker gave a nod and HC headed towards them, approaching from Jack’s backside.
"Hey, long time no see."
HC approached Biker and got a big wet tongue kiss that made Jack jealous. They obviously knew each other intimately. He wondered if this was an ex.
"Too long," Biker answered, "This is Jack, my newest."
The Aussie turned to him and smiled. "Cute, the boy’s hot in rubber" the guy was rather familiar with Jack for a stranger and had his asscheek grabbed in his gloves immediately, kneading the tight round muscle. "Nice" the Aussie was looking Jack up and down which turned Jack on yet made him nervous at the same time. "Real nice."
"Yeah, and he’s just beginning with me so maybe we’ll work up to you. Don’t want to scare him." Jack looked at Biker questioningly and then back at the Aussie.
"Um, what’s HC short for?" Jack asked him.
The Aussie smiled and laughed. He took Jack’s hand and pushed it hard into his crotch where Jack felt the biggest, hardest, longest dick in rubber shorts he’d ever conceived of. He looked down and squeezed it to make sure it was there, the cock ran down the guy’s leg and into the top and well past the beginning of his leather chaps. If the bar hadn’t been so crowded he would have noticed it the minute the guy walked in, you couldn’t miss the bulge.
"Jeeeeeesus, that thing is real?!" Jack exclaimed half in a whisper. HC responded in a slow soft tone, his mouth hovering over Jack’s ear.
"Pure meat, 15 by 8 around - most guys can’t handle even half of it but it’s fun getting them to try. I love watching a guy gag with my cock wedged in his mouth ‘specially when he’s on all fours getting pounded from behind. I love the way that fuckin’ movement jams their face into my cock over and over, just love that, they’re gagging for breath but they won’t let go for the world."
Biker and HC laughed over that but Jack barely heard them, he was stunned running his glove along the dick, it was just like some huge dildo in the guy’s pants He wouldn’t believe it was real and couldn’t stop stroking it.
"Yeah, up and down, keeps me hard, keep it up kid. Maybe I’ll show it to you later if your master lets me. Mind if I…?" The guy posited to Biker, he had his gloved finger running along Jack’s lower lip.
"Nah, go ahead." Biker answered.
And with that the stranger grabbed the back of Jack’s head before he realized it since he was so caught up in staring at the big dick - the guy has his mouth on top of Jack’s in a flash, sucking in his tongue like a warm wet vacuum. Jack was half dazed and half amazed. He closed his eyes and kissed the guy deeply. Like Biker, he knew how to kiss. So many butch guys in the States didn’t like kissing but over here it seemed the norm. Jack’s hand groped the big dick and felt it pulse. God, he was HUGE. Feeling it twitch made Jack’s own cock pulse and his asshole clenched thinking about how hard it would be to handle something so big. Boys always had ambition but he knew from experience just how much it took to relax and take even a moderately sized dildo up his hole. He wasn’t remotely close to handling something like this, but he fantasized about it nonetheless. The Aussie pulled back, Jack kept his hand on the huge cock shaft, it was obscene the way it showed in the rubber shorts, it was like a big pipe only warm and bulged down his chaps well to just above his knee.
"Bet he sucks well huh, good mouth on him" the Aussie commented.
Biker smiled, "oh yeah and he learns fast too, he’s a find but I don’t think he’s ready for you, we’ll let him just watch tonight."
They smiled at each other.
The Aussie put his gloved thumb in the kid’s mouth and his fingers under his chin and grabbed his jaw that way, giving it a fond little shake. "See ya in a bit kid."
"Uh huh" Jack mumbled into the glove, with his mouth half open.
HC Turned and worked his way through the bar, saying hi to guys as he passed.
"Man, he’s enormous. How does anybody handle that thing? You’re not going to let him fuck me are you?" Jack’s voice had real fear in it.
"No boy, wouldn’t want you getting all sloppy and loose for me, wouldn’t nee you then would I?" Jack looked worriedly at Biker but saw he then smiled. "Hey relax, I told you to trust me and you’ve had fun so far haven’t you?"
"Yes."
"Yes what?"
"Yes sir, sorry sir. No disrespect intended." And Jack felt so stupid he looked at the floor embarrassed."
"No, you listen. I wasn’t chiding you for not putting ‘Sir’ after a comment. I was asking you for more of a response. Yes is an answer, but not much of one. ‘Sir’, it sounds nice, I like it but I’m not all caught up in protocol like that, believe me. There are people who are just into that automatic "yes sir, no sir" stuff when it’s actions that show respect. If I’m displeased you’re gonna know it and fast. Now chin up." Biker’s rubber gauntlet was on Jack’s neck lifting his chin. "My boy, my guy, my stud, my toy, whatever you want to think of yourself as, the semantics are unimportant. You’re with me. You should always be proud, you remember that and carry yourself with a bit of attitude from now on but remain respectful not cocky. You’re a fuckin’ hot little stud who’s fresh meat on the market unless I keep you in which case you may well be the envy of a whole lot of men. You’re MINE and that means something tonight. It means a lot to me and you better remember you represent me when you’re in public or with my friends. You represent my choice, my time, my property so puff up that chest and show off that cute ass while we’re in here, I know everybody’s gonna check you out tonight because I brought you here. You make me proud here me? Don’t get bent if some guy grabs your ass. If it bother you, push him off but it’s sort of hot having them get a preview of something they can’t have, make ‘em want it even more and just one grab of this," Biker hands grabbed both of Jack’s glutes and pulled him right against the big man "and they’re gonna really want you even more than just looking at how sexy you are in your tight shiny gear." Biker had spoken in a quiet intense way, his head right next to Jack’s, his eyes peering right through his souls.
"Who’s he?"
Biker answered with a sly grin. "that’s HC, an Aussie."
"HC?"
"Yeah."
Biker gave a nod and HC headed towards them, approaching from Jack’s backside.
"Hey, long time no see."
HC approached Biker and got a big wet tongue kiss that made Jack jealous. They obviously knew each other intimately. He wondered if this was an ex.
"Too long," Biker answered, "This is Jack, my newest."
The Aussie turned to him and smiled. "Cute, the boy’s hot in rubber" the guy was rather familiar with Jack for a stranger and had his asscheek grabbed in his gloves immediately, kneading the tight round muscle. "Nice" the Aussie was looking Jack up and down which turned Jack on yet made him nervous at the same time. "Real nice."
"Yeah, and he’s just beginning with me so maybe we’ll work up to you. Don’t want to scare him." Jack looked at Biker questioningly and then back at the Aussie.
"Um, what’s HC short for?" Jack asked him.
The Aussie smiled and laughed. He took Jack’s hand and pushed it hard into his crotch where Jack felt the biggest, hardest, longest dick in rubber shorts he’d ever conceived of. He looked down and squeezed it to make sure it was there, the cock ran down the guy’s leg and into the top and well past the beginning of his leather chaps. If the bar hadn’t been so crowded he would have noticed it the minute the guy walked in, you couldn’t miss the bulge.
"Jeeeeeesus, that thing is real?!" Jack exclaimed half in a whisper. HC responded in a slow soft tone, his mouth hovering over Jack’s ear.
"Pure meat, 15 by 8 around - most guys can’t handle even half of it but it’s fun getting them to try. I love watching a guy gag with my cock wedged in his mouth ‘specially when he’s on all fours getting pounded from behind. I love the way that fuckin’ movement jams their face into my cock over and over, just love that, they’re gagging for breath but they won’t let go for the world."
Biker and HC laughed over that but Jack barely heard them, he was stunned running his glove along the dick, it was just like some huge dildo in the guy’s pants He wouldn’t believe it was real and couldn’t stop stroking it.
"Yeah, up and down, keeps me hard, keep it up kid. Maybe I’ll show it to you later if your master lets me. Mind if I…?" The guy posited to Biker, he had his gloved finger running along Jack’s lower lip.
"Nah, go ahead." Biker answered.
And with that the stranger grabbed the back of Jack’s head before he realized it since he was so caught up in staring at the big dick - the guy has his mouth on top of Jack’s in a flash, sucking in his tongue like a warm wet vacuum. Jack was half dazed and half amazed. He closed his eyes and kissed the guy deeply. Like Biker, he knew how to kiss. So many butch guys in the States didn’t like kissing but over here it seemed the norm. Jack’s hand groped the big dick and felt it pulse. God, he was HUGE. Feeling it twitch made Jack’s own cock pulse and his asshole clenched thinking about how hard it would be to handle something so big. Boys always had ambition but he knew from experience just how much it took to relax and take even a moderately sized dildo up his hole. He wasn’t remotely close to handling something like this, but he fantasized about it nonetheless. The Aussie pulled back, Jack kept his hand on the huge cock shaft, it was obscene the way it showed in the rubber shorts, it was like a big pipe only warm and bulged down his chaps well to just above his knee.
"Bet he sucks well huh, good mouth on him" the Aussie commented.
Biker smiled, "oh yeah and he learns fast too, he’s a find but I don’t think he’s ready for you, we’ll let him just watch tonight."
They smiled at each other.
The Aussie put his gloved thumb in the kid’s mouth and his fingers under his chin and grabbed his jaw that way, giving it a fond little shake. "See ya in a bit kid."
"Uh huh" Jack mumbled into the glove, with his mouth half open.
HC Turned and worked his way through the bar, saying hi to guys as he passed.
"Man, he’s enormous. How does anybody handle that thing? You’re not going to let him fuck me are you?" Jack’s voice had real fear in it.
"No boy, wouldn’t want you getting all sloppy and loose for me, wouldn’t nee you then would I?" Jack looked worriedly at Biker but saw he then smiled. "Hey relax, I told you to trust me and you’ve had fun so far haven’t you?"
"Yes."
"Yes what?"
"Yes sir, sorry sir. No disrespect intended." And Jack felt so stupid he looked at the floor embarrassed."
"No, you listen. I wasn’t chiding you for not putting ‘Sir’ after a comment. I was asking you for more of a response. Yes is an answer, but not much of one. ‘Sir’, it sounds nice, I like it but I’m not all caught up in protocol like that, believe me. There are people who are just into that automatic "yes sir, no sir" stuff when it’s actions that show respect. If I’m displeased you’re gonna know it and fast. Now chin up." Biker’s rubber gauntlet was on Jack’s neck lifting his chin. "My boy, my guy, my stud, my toy, whatever you want to think of yourself as, the semantics are unimportant. You’re with me. You should always be proud, you remember that and carry yourself with a bit of attitude from now on but remain respectful not cocky. You’re a fuckin’ hot little stud who’s fresh meat on the market unless I keep you in which case you may well be the envy of a whole lot of men. You’re MINE and that means something tonight. It means a lot to me and you better remember you represent me when you’re in public or with my friends. You represent my choice, my time, my property so puff up that chest and show off that cute ass while we’re in here, I know everybody’s gonna check you out tonight because I brought you here. You make me proud here me? Don’t get bent if some guy grabs your ass. If it bother you, push him off but it’s sort of hot having them get a preview of something they can’t have, make ‘em want it even more and just one grab of this," Biker hands grabbed both of Jack’s glutes and pulled him right against the big man "and they’re gonna really want you even more than just looking at how sexy you are in your tight shiny gear." Biker had spoken in a quiet intense way, his head right next to Jack’s, his eyes peering right through his souls.
"I know what you need, what you want, what you really want. I don’t mind if other look or get a little feel here and there, but you don’t mess with ANYONE I don’t let you play with. Trust me, I know who’s safe, smart, who’s responsible. I think you realize that. You’ll play with me or me in a group and only with someone without me WITH my permission, which will be rarely. You give yourself to me totally and I’ll protect you, isn’t that what you want rubberman?"
Jack had tears in his eyes. This guy was so hot, so down to earth, so upfront and so fucking sexy it felt SOOOOO damned good being squished up against him in his gear, their rubber pressed latex to latex, his big crotch warm against jack, his big hands squeezing his butt, his breath warm in Jack’s face., Jack was overwhelmed with emotions the guy he so admired wanted HIM. Jack was who he wanted. One tear, slipped from his left eye and his right eye pooled involuntarily. "Hey, hey" Biker’s rubber covered index finger swiped the tear from Jack’s cheek and he stuck it in his own mouth. "Is that from fear? Unhappiness or what?" Biker spoke in a calm, sexy, reassuring way.
"Sir, I’m just …" Jack found himself stuttering, at a complete loss. "Sir, I … I just want to please you and, and knowing you want me, it’s more than I ever hoped to find in rubber" his voice warbles, he stopped afraid he’d burst.
"Good", Biker’s tongue licked the second tear from Jack’s cheek, he gave a quick nip to Jack’s nose, and then a surprisingly soft kiss on Jack’s forehead. "Hey, calm down. Take deep breath now, deep." Jack inhaled, slowly and deeply and let it out, then again. His lungs and sinuses filled with warm bar smells, mansweat, rubber, leather, more rubber, beer some cigarette smoke, but mostly just warm rubber emanating from his own gear and Biker’s chest. He was being held by this big sexy biker. Felt good, his dick stirred from the smell of all the rubber, he was getting hard again. Biker noticed the swelling pressed against his own codpiece.
"Now that’s more like it. Come on. Time for a beer, will help you relax. " Biker let go of Jack’s ass and put his rubbered fingers through the front of Jack’s belt pulling him behind him as they headed for the bar.
Jack had tears in his eyes. This guy was so hot, so down to earth, so upfront and so fucking sexy it felt SOOOOO damned good being squished up against him in his gear, their rubber pressed latex to latex, his big crotch warm against jack, his big hands squeezing his butt, his breath warm in Jack’s face., Jack was overwhelmed with emotions the guy he so admired wanted HIM. Jack was who he wanted. One tear, slipped from his left eye and his right eye pooled involuntarily. "Hey, hey" Biker’s rubber covered index finger swiped the tear from Jack’s cheek and he stuck it in his own mouth. "Is that from fear? Unhappiness or what?" Biker spoke in a calm, sexy, reassuring way.
"Sir, I’m just …" Jack found himself stuttering, at a complete loss. "Sir, I … I just want to please you and, and knowing you want me, it’s more than I ever hoped to find in rubber" his voice warbles, he stopped afraid he’d burst.
"Good", Biker’s tongue licked the second tear from Jack’s cheek, he gave a quick nip to Jack’s nose, and then a surprisingly soft kiss on Jack’s forehead. "Hey, calm down. Take deep breath now, deep." Jack inhaled, slowly and deeply and let it out, then again. His lungs and sinuses filled with warm bar smells, mansweat, rubber, leather, more rubber, beer some cigarette smoke, but mostly just warm rubber emanating from his own gear and Biker’s chest. He was being held by this big sexy biker. Felt good, his dick stirred from the smell of all the rubber, he was getting hard again. Biker noticed the swelling pressed against his own codpiece.
"Now that’s more like it. Come on. Time for a beer, will help you relax. " Biker let go of Jack’s ass and put his rubbered fingers through the front of Jack’s belt pulling him behind him as they headed for the bar.
Biker got two big pints and introduced Jack to one of the bartenders a bare -chested guy with a great smile, and icy gray almost clear eyes that were rather ghostly. Heavy tattoos covered both forearms and biceps but his chest, shoulders, everything else as clean, shaved smooth skin which amplified the tattoo areas. He was wearing gray rubber tights tucked into 22 hole doc martens. His codpiece looked like it was made of welded steel and his Sam Browne belt and wrist bands had shiny metal pyramid stud all over the. The guy’s name was Sky and Jack didn’t even get a chance to ask why before Biker interrupted.
"Hey, it’s because Sky’s the limit. He decides who’s had enough beer or action or whatever, he’s in charge. It all started as a bad joke about what wouldn’t he do and it just stuck. And with his gray eyes it sort of works don’t you think?"
Sky smiled at Jack and Jack just laughed. Sky’s the limit, it was so stupid it was funny and the guy did have neat gray/blue eyes. And not a bad build either, very lean but square shouldered to a T with a small waist so ever time he turned his lats were dramatic looking the way they V’d down to his little butt. The tattoos were amazing a well, tribal on his left arm and an orgy of leathermen on his right. Hmm, if Sky’s the limit things must get pretty wild in this place, Jack thought.
"Hey, it’s because Sky’s the limit. He decides who’s had enough beer or action or whatever, he’s in charge. It all started as a bad joke about what wouldn’t he do and it just stuck. And with his gray eyes it sort of works don’t you think?"
Sky smiled at Jack and Jack just laughed. Sky’s the limit, it was so stupid it was funny and the guy did have neat gray/blue eyes. And not a bad build either, very lean but square shouldered to a T with a small waist so ever time he turned his lats were dramatic looking the way they V’d down to his little butt. The tattoos were amazing a well, tribal on his left arm and an orgy of leathermen on his right. Hmm, if Sky’s the limit things must get pretty wild in this place, Jack thought.
Biker and Jack stayed there for a bit making small talk, jack’s eyes were darting around eyeing all the bar studs, watching. A couple guys came over to say hi to Biker and at least half of them snuck a grab of Jack’s ass which he didn’t mind, all this attention was flattering.
"Open up."
Jack looked at Biker quizzically.
Jack looked at Biker quizzically.
Biker took a big gulp of beer and then pressed his mouth up to Jack’s
Jack opened and got both Biker’s tongue and warm beer at the same time. Fuck what a sexy way to drink. Some of it dribbled down Jack’s neck in little rivulets that felt like little fingers and then slid quickly when it met the rubber of his shirt at his neck. Biker’s hand slid all over Jack’s chest using the beer drippings as lubrication. Jack was getting super turned on, he could feel Biker hard in his pants Jack was hard and this kissing was otherworldly. Biker was really getting into it, he pulled back and took another big slurp of beer and repeated the whole kiss. When he finished he pulled back and bit Jack’s lower lip, tugging on it in the sexiest way.
‘’Fuck we’re gonna have fun together."
"Jack just purred. "Um, sir, I really need to piss." Jack whispered back.
Biker started pinching his nipples this time, getting more aggressive as he kissed him , chewing his mouth, sucking Jack’s tongue with an intensity that rivaled the first scene. Then without a word, took his gloved hand and walked him to a back sidewall of the bar where a couple guys stood facing the wall. Biker walked up to the wall, and undid his codpiece, pushing his dick into a hole in the wall. He looked at Jack while he peed, then zipped his pouch closed. "Your turn"
Biker stepped back and Jack walked up tot he wall. He undid his own big pouch and aimed his dick head through the 4" hole and started to pee. Biker moved in behind him and as soon as the mouth closed around his cockhead, Jack jumped out of surprise but Biker’s standing directly behind him held him from moving from the wall.
"Just let go." Biker whispered in his ear and Jack took a deep breath and finally started to pee again, every drop being swallowed by the hungry mouth behind the wall. When he as done, the tongue licked the tip of his cock and shaft clean, and then he felt nothing so he snapped his pouch back on and turned to Biker.
Jack opened and got both Biker’s tongue and warm beer at the same time. Fuck what a sexy way to drink. Some of it dribbled down Jack’s neck in little rivulets that felt like little fingers and then slid quickly when it met the rubber of his shirt at his neck. Biker’s hand slid all over Jack’s chest using the beer drippings as lubrication. Jack was getting super turned on, he could feel Biker hard in his pants Jack was hard and this kissing was otherworldly. Biker was really getting into it, he pulled back and took another big slurp of beer and repeated the whole kiss. When he finished he pulled back and bit Jack’s lower lip, tugging on it in the sexiest way.
‘’Fuck we’re gonna have fun together."
"Jack just purred. "Um, sir, I really need to piss." Jack whispered back.
Biker started pinching his nipples this time, getting more aggressive as he kissed him , chewing his mouth, sucking Jack’s tongue with an intensity that rivaled the first scene. Then without a word, took his gloved hand and walked him to a back sidewall of the bar where a couple guys stood facing the wall. Biker walked up to the wall, and undid his codpiece, pushing his dick into a hole in the wall. He looked at Jack while he peed, then zipped his pouch closed. "Your turn"
Biker stepped back and Jack walked up tot he wall. He undid his own big pouch and aimed his dick head through the 4" hole and started to pee. Biker moved in behind him and as soon as the mouth closed around his cockhead, Jack jumped out of surprise but Biker’s standing directly behind him held him from moving from the wall.
"Just let go." Biker whispered in his ear and Jack took a deep breath and finally started to pee again, every drop being swallowed by the hungry mouth behind the wall. When he as done, the tongue licked the tip of his cock and shaft clean, and then he felt nothing so he snapped his pouch back on and turned to Biker.
"OK, time for some fun." With that Biker reached into the inside pocked of his jacket and pulled out a rubber thing on a strap for Jack "Lick it for me."
Jack obeyed and licked and slobbered on the rubber like a small balloon.
"Yeah, good" and Biker shoved it in Jacks mouth and buckled it behind his head. He pumped it and the bit inflated. Jack adjusted hi tongue. Biker pumped it some more, it got big. He pumped some more and Jack’s eyes widened as it filled his cheeks and started to hurt.
Bier smiled, "let’s see" he held the pump in his hand and gave it another squeeze. Jack lifted his neck up a little to give Biker a better view but his eyes were bulging, he was breathing nervously through his nostrils and his cheeks were beginning to ache, please not..
Jack obeyed and licked and slobbered on the rubber like a small balloon.
"Yeah, good" and Biker shoved it in Jacks mouth and buckled it behind his head. He pumped it and the bit inflated. Jack adjusted hi tongue. Biker pumped it some more, it got big. He pumped some more and Jack’s eyes widened as it filled his cheeks and started to hurt.
Bier smiled, "let’s see" he held the pump in his hand and gave it another squeeze. Jack lifted his neck up a little to give Biker a better view but his eyes were bulging, he was breathing nervously through his nostrils and his cheeks were beginning to ache, please not..
Biker pumped one more time.
Jack made a nervous little moan.
"Nice." Biker turned towards Sky at the bar and Sky gave him the thumbs up.
He pumped it not once but twice more and Jack yelped behind the gag, his cheeks were puffed out and burning, the gag filled and pushed his mouth, his lips couldn’t closer around it, it felt like a grapefruit now shoved in his mouth. Jack put his hands on Biker’s chest in a sign of small panic.
"Don’t worry, a little pain makes you notice the pleasure", and with that Biker let a little hiss and Jack’s cheeks deflated some, but the gag stayed in place and inflated, just not hugely so. What hurt a moment ago now felt OK by comparison to a moment before when it had felt too big. Biker put his gloved finger through the ring on the front of Jack’s collar and pulled him, Jack knew to follow silently. They walked through the bar, Jack hyper-aware of all the guys staring at him. His ass got pinched several times and once when they were in a particularly crowded part someone had given a tight grab to his crotch catching his nuts.
Jack made a nervous little moan.
"Nice." Biker turned towards Sky at the bar and Sky gave him the thumbs up.
He pumped it not once but twice more and Jack yelped behind the gag, his cheeks were puffed out and burning, the gag filled and pushed his mouth, his lips couldn’t closer around it, it felt like a grapefruit now shoved in his mouth. Jack put his hands on Biker’s chest in a sign of small panic.
"Don’t worry, a little pain makes you notice the pleasure", and with that Biker let a little hiss and Jack’s cheeks deflated some, but the gag stayed in place and inflated, just not hugely so. What hurt a moment ago now felt OK by comparison to a moment before when it had felt too big. Biker put his gloved finger through the ring on the front of Jack’s collar and pulled him, Jack knew to follow silently. They walked through the bar, Jack hyper-aware of all the guys staring at him. His ass got pinched several times and once when they were in a particularly crowded part someone had given a tight grab to his crotch catching his nuts.
When they got to a smaller room of the bar, Biker approached a black door flush with one of the walls. You probably wouldn’t have noticed it if you didn’t know it was there. He pushed a doorbell button of some sort on the side and in a moment a low buzz indicated the lock had been released. What Jack didn’t know was Sky was the one who operated the door, like everything else in the bar that was at his control.
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