by John Dylena
“This used to be where we kept our dog, but Old Jimmy passed away last summer and this corner has remained vacant since then. Well, not anymore.”
They clipped the metal leash to his collar, secured it with a lock, and put the gag back in his mouth. Roger kneeled quietly and watched as the women returned to what they were doing. The woman talked, laughed, and drank, cheering for their new recruit and the present she’d given them.
For the rest of the night, Roger did nothing more than eat out the women bikers. They’d stand in front of him and hold his head against their crotch until they were satisfied. Then they’d go back to their fun, making him nothing more than a living sex toy.
But the night wasn’t over. Unbeknownst to Roger, it was only just beginning.
The sounds of engines rose over the din of conversation, then quickly vanished. Roger’s face turned ashen when he heard the front door open and the sounds of heavy books fill the clubhouse.
Oh, fuck!
The footsteps grew louder until three men appeared. Roger recognized them instantly. They were the three leaders of the club that—up until recently—he rode for.
All three men were large and strong, with chiseled bodies and weathered features. Oscar, Marco, and José, all veteran riders and not to be trifled with. The Three Kings, his former club called them. They were the top dogs of the whole chapter.
“Welcome, gentlemen,” Rebecca said, standing up from the couch. “I’m glad you could join us tonight.”
“Thank you for the invitation,” Marco, the club president said. “We’d love to discuss a pact between our two clubs.”
“Before the discussions begin,” Rebecca said, walking away from the three men. “An offering of good faith.”
“Well I’ll be,” Marco said, moving toward Roger. “I didn’t recognize you in that get up. You look like the genuine article.”
“Roger was always an asshole,” Oscar chimed in. “I’m surprised we kept him in our club for as long as we did.”
“But when you told us what he did to his old lady? That was the final straw.” José added.
Marco squatted down in front of Roger. He grabbed his chin with his hand and inspected him closely. “Shame she’s flat-chested, otherwise she’d be one hot piece of ass.”
Roger turned bright red and looked away from the man he used to ride for.
“I’ll bet a little whore like you is a good cocksucker. It’s about time someone plugged up that mouth of yours.”
“Please, gentlemen, have your way with Ramona.”
“Ramona? I like that,” Oscar said, turning to Layla. “I’m glad you were able to rid yourself of this scum Layla.”
José winked. “How did a fine girl like you end up with him?”
“It doesn’t matter anymore,” she said with a smile. “I’m newly single.”
“What do you have to say to that, Ramona?” Marco said, removing the ball gag from Roger’s mouth.
“Please… don’t—”
Marco slapped him across the face. “I’m looking at a pretty whore, not a man.”
“Please don’t, Marco,” he whimpered in his best female voice.
“Marco? That’s sir to you, slut!” Marco stood up and unzipped his jeans, letting his monster cock loose. It hung inches away from Roger’s face, getting harder before his very eyes. “I’m waiting.”
“Hurry up, whore!” one of the other women shouted. “Do your job!”
Roger looked at Layla, who paid him no heed. Instead, all her attention was on José, who had his arm around her whispering something into her ear that made her excited.
He swallowed his pride and took the monster dong in his hands. His fingers trembled as he wrapped them around the hard shaft. Marco pushed his hips forward, bringing the head of his cock up to Roger’s ruby red lips.
“Lick it first,” he grunted. “I want you to taste it before you take it all in. This is what a real man tastes like.”
Roger stuck his tongue out and licked the crown, encircling it before wrapping his lips around it.
“Thatta girl, slowly now. You like sucking cock, don’t you?”
Roger said nothing. Instead, he closed his eyes as he took a little more of Marco’s cock.
“Answer him!” Rebecca shouted.
He took his mouth off of the cock. “…yes, I do…” Roger mumbled.
“Louder,” Oscar growled.
The second of the Three Kings stepped up next to Marco, blocking Roger’s view of Layla. He could barely see her in between the two men. She had her arms wrapped around José and was kissing him passionately as José’s hand slid down her back and grabbed her ass.
“Eyes on us,” Oscar said, unzipping his jeans and letting his dark-skinned beast out. It was even bigger than Marco’s. “I want you to stroke mine while you suck on his.”
Roger looked away as he grabbed hold of Oscar’s cock, stroking it slowly as he swallowed more of Marco.
“Faster, whore!” Marco said, putting his hand on the back of Roger’s head.
Roger picked up the pace, bobbing up and down on Marco’s cock while he continued to stroke Oscar.
“Good, now switch!”
He let Marco’s cock fall out of his mouth and took a couple breaths before swallowing Oscar’s beast. He could hear Layla moaning, and through a small gap in their bodies, Roger saw Layla bent over the couch getting fucked by José.
Oscar looked over at the couple and back down at Roger. “Are you jealous of her, Ramona? I’ll bet you want to be fucked by a big stud, too.”
Marco nodded and walked behind Roger, grabbing his hips with his strong hands as he knelt down behind him. Oscar followed suit and knelt down in front of Roger. He grabbed into Roger’s head and pulled him back down onto his cock.
At the same time, Marco lined his dick up with Roger’s ass and buried it deep into his hole. Roger cried out, his outburst muffled by the thick cock filling up his mouth.
The two men thrust their hips back and forth, fucking and filling Roger from both ends.
“Oh god, she’s looser than I thought!” Marco said, slapping Roger on the ass. He grunted and groaned as he pounded Roger with the full force of his ripped body.
Oscar held Roger’s head in place as he fucked him, pushing his monster cock all the way into Roger’s throat. Roger gagged and shuddered as Oscar’s musk filled his nostrils and his shaft pulsed in his throat. Layla’s screams grew louder, sending unwanted shivers down his spine as his cock grew harder and harder.
His head swam in erotic bliss as he blew his load all over the clubhouse floor. Moments later, Oscar pulled his dick out of Roger’s mouth and climaxed, blanketing Roger’s face in his thick cum.
The women laughed and cheered as Roger was coated in jizz, streams of it landing on his tongue. He tasted the man’s cum, the salty flavor adding spice to the ecstasy overtaking him.
Satisfied, Oscar stood up and walked away, just in time for Roger to see Layla orgasm. He had never heard her scream so loud.
He fell forward onto his arms as Marco thrust deeply into him. Roger could feel the heat as Marco filled him with his cum. He slapped Roger’s ass one last time before pulling out.
Then Marco stood up, put his jeans back on, and nodded at Rebecca. He and Oscar walked away from Roger, who remained on his hands and knees. Cum dripped off of his face and oozed out of his asshole, tickling the backs of his thighs as it dripped toward his bruised knees.
“That was amazing,” Layla said breathlessly.
“Anytime, gorgeous,” José cooed in reply.
“Thank you for the wonderful gift,” Marco said to Rebecca.
“Was she to your liking?”
“She was,” Oscar added.
“Well, then. Should this deal go through, you three are welcome to help yourselves to our house whore whenever you like. But only if none of us are using her!”
Everyone in the clubhouse joined in on the laughter.
Everyone but Roger.
He sighed heavily and put the ball gag back into his mouth. With nowhere to run and no brothers to back him up, he reluctantly accepted his fate as the clubhouse whore.
SPICE UP THE NIGHT
Stephen and Erica were having a dry spell.
She sat up on the bed and sighed, tucking some loose strands of her long brown hair behind her ear and stared at the blank TV screen across the room. Stephen grumbled as he rolled away from her. She looked down at him, frowned, and climbed off of the bed.
“Where are you going?” he asked, not bothering to lift his head from the pillow.
“To let off some steam.”
Erica stripped out of the sexy lingerie that she had bought for tonight and tossed it into the hamper in the bathroom. Digging through her dresser, she put on a sports bra and shorts and left without even saying goodbye.
The sound of the door slamming shut echoed in the silent apartment. Stephen continued to lay there, staring into nothingness as his mind wandered. He didn’t know how they’d ended up in this situation. They’d been dating for close to a year now, and up until a month ago, everything had been great.
They were both young, successful people. Their careers had taken off and they were making good money. Erica was a beautiful woman with gorgeous hair and soulful brown eyes. She was tall and fit with an athletic build that made men drool. She had great breasts and an ass he loved to squeeze.
He, on the other hand, was thin. But despite his narrow frame, he had plenty of muscle tone. Early on he wondered what she saw in him, but he decided not to question a good thing like her.
Stephen frowned as he threw aside the sheets and swung his legs off the bed. He rubbed his face and looked down at his cock. Erica was so damn hot in that outfit, yet the night just fell apart and left both partners horny.
He had no doubt in his mind that Erica had gone down to the gym. It was open twenty-four hours, and at this hour, there would be no one there. Erica’s job was stressful, but she managed it well, usually venting it at the gym on one of the bags.
She’s probably taping her hands right about now, he thought.
Erica had always had this dominant side to her, but she never really showed it. It came out every now and then when they had sex, but she was quick to hide it.
Stephen never thought of himself as submissive—hell, he’d never even considered it. All his past girlfriends were the submissive type. One of them even got him to tie her up and spank her. As much as it turned her on, he felt nothing and eventually broke it off with the girl.
That night came flooding back to him and he remembered just how turned on the girl was. Back than it was so foreign. How could you get aroused from being tied up? What about getting spanked was pleasurable? All Stephen ever really knew was good old vanilla sex, but over the past couple of weeks he found himself longing for something else, something… different.
His cock was still hard, harder now with the thoughts of bondage, and with Erica off to vent her sexual frustration on one of the bags at the gym, he was on his own for tonight.
The white lights of the bathroom blinded him for a moment and he grimaced as he stumbled his way inside. He sat down on the toilet and waited patiently for his eyes to adjust. When they finally did, he grabbed a hold of his cock and stroked.
But something in the corner of his eye grabbed his attention, and his hand slowed to a stop when he spotted his girlfriend’s lingerie atop the dirty clothes hamper. He tilted his head curiously as he stared at the sensual blend of lace and nylon.
The ensemble perfectly fit Erica’s body. It was made up of a teddy that held her C-cup breasts and wrapped around her flat stomach down to her narrow waist where several garters hung. They connected to matching red stockings, and underneath it was a thong. He could see her pussy through the sheer lace fabric and the band went up onto her hips and down in between her muscular ass cheeks.
His cock fell out of his hand as he found himself standing up and moving toward the discarded clothes. Stephen swallowed hard as his nervous fingers reached out and caressed the outfit meant to make him melt. He cursed himself under his breath for failing Erica tonight. If he knew what she wanted him to do, they would be having sex right now. Instead she was working out and he was going to jerk off alone in the bathroom.
Stephen’s fingers moved past the teddy to the panties that lay beside it. He picked it up and held it in his hands. His heart raced as he examined the garment, marveling at the intricate design of the pattern stitched into the lace. It was as light as a feather and it smelled just like Erica. He couldn’t recall if she had worn these before or of they were brand new just like the rest of the outfit she’d had on minutes ago.
He held it out in front of him and his eyes widened at the idea that wiggled into his brain. Stephen had no inkling of where the hell it came from, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t shake it. He bit his lip and stared at the thong for another minute before taking a deep breath and lowering it to his feet.
It didn’t take long for Erica to blow off her steam. Work had been incredibly stressful the past couple of weeks, and it had taken a toll on her personal life. Before her promotion things were easier, and she would come home and fall onto the couch. Oftentimes Stephen was sitting there working on his laptop, but when she’d come home, he would set aside his computer and let her rest her head on his lap as she relaxed and told him about her day.
He’d listen intently and laugh at her jokes, then there would be the odd touch or the moment of silence that lasted much longer than a moment. Then they would look into each other’s eyes and smile. Erica would sit up, kiss her boyfriend, and things would escalate from there.
Most of the time they wound up in bed, naked and drenched in sweat with a warm afterglow. Erica would head down to the gym for her usual daily workout, then they would shower, eat, and she would go to bed and he’d stay up a while longer, either working on his latest story, playing a video game, or just watching something on TV.
Then she got her promotion. She couldn’t deny that she’d wanted it for the longest time, and the perks that came with it made it worth the extra effort. It came with a big raise, more vacation days, a better parking spot, and even her own private office.
Erica knew that the promotion had its downsides. It came with longer days, bigger clients, and more expensive deals, but she was no longer in the pit fighting tooth and nail with her coworkers.
The longer hours meant instead of coming straight home, she’d go straight to the gym. Most days she’d walk through the front door exhausted, wanting only to eat, shower and go to bed.
But it wasn’t only her fault.
Plenty of times Erica came home ready to go, only to find Stephen either not feeling it or engrossed in something else. It had been over a week since they’d had sex, and as bad as both of them wanted it, their time together was lackluster at best.
Erica’s hard work had paid off, and after closing several major deals in only a couple days, she been rewarded with a week’s paid vacation in addition to her normal amount.
Overjoyed, she went out and bought the lingerie set she’d had her eyes on for the past month and was going to drop the news to Stephen. The dinner they’d shared was wonderful, but when the time came to show off her new lingerie and inform him of her time off, things fell apart.
Now, drenched in sweat, Erica sat down on the bench and watched the bag swing. She thought about her and Stephen and what had caused them to drift apart sexually.
Has regular sex just become boring and bland? She drank from her water bottle, her eyes glued to the now still bag. Come to think of it, I have been itching to try something new, but I didn’t think Stephen would like it.
Erica leaned against the wall as her mind drifted. She had always been a dominant person. As the only girl in a large family, she had to be aggressive, especially when she had brothers who played football and wrestled. As much as she loved dressing up and looking pretty, she had never been a submissive woman
.
Erica smirked when she remembered a past boyfriend. It was a short relationship, one that was obviously uninteresting because she couldn’t remember the guy’s name for the life of her. The only thing she did remember was when he asked her to peg him.
She had agreed, but the night they were going to do it she’d broken up with him because she’d caught him cheating on her.
You know, I still have that strap-on. I wonder if Stephen will let me peg him? It’s… really turning me on just thinking about it.
Erica smiled. She knew what she wanted. She had always wanted to take control in the bedroom, but she was afraid of what Stephen would think.
If he loves me, then he’ll at least try it once.
With her mind made up, she headed up to their apartment to inform him of her decision. But when she walked inside, she was greeted by something else entirely.
“You know, that actually looks very good on you.”
Stephen went deathly pale as his heart leaped into his throat. He turned around slowly, his body tense. Erica stood in the doorway, her arms folded and her gaze trained on him. He stood in the center of the bathroom wearing the lingerie she’d had on earlier.
Not just the panties, but the stockings and the teddy as well.
“How about it, Stephen? You and I are the same shoe size. How about you try on my heels too?”
“Erica… I can explain.”
“You saw my lingerie lying in the hamper and you got curious.”
Stephen’s jaw hung slack. “That’s… exactly it.”
Erica sighed as she dropped her arms. “Well, there is something I need to get off my chest. I’ve been hiding a part of me out of fear that you wouldn’t like it.”
“What is it?”
“I want to… be more dominant. I’ve tried to hide it, but I realized that it makes it harder for me to enjoy sex. I like taking control and being the one on top.”
“I see. So you want to domme me, is that it?”
“Yes, and there is something else specifically that I want to do.”
“Oh?”
“Stephen… how would you like to be fucked by me? Pegged… with a strap-on.”