When Clubs Collide

by Jacqueline Sinclair

“It was really beautiful, thanks.” Pearl smiles back.

  We taught her well and she always makes us proud—she is the definition of southern hospitality. How we didn’t fuck that shit up is beyond me—not too bad for a couple ex-outlaw mother fuckers without a parental bone in our bodies. “‘Ren, baby, we’re gonna grab a table out back—have some food.”

  I lead the group out to the tiki area and everyone takes a seat on one of the picnic tables. The day is phenomenal, and it’d be a shame to waste it. All our chicks head toward a shaded table together, they pull Pearl over with them. I hear her asking about seating as they walk away.

  “Do you have to sit over here? Aren’t you allowed to sit with your men?”

  They don’t have to sit by themselves, they choose to when there are a bunch of us out. It’s ol’ lady time, and it gives us the chance to talk about things they don’t need or want to hear about. When we do tell them to leave it’s never an issue.

  “Have whatever you want…on the house.” Colt twists open a beer and lights a smoke with a laugh. “We sorta know the owners.”

  “What do you dudes say if we eat…head back to shower...” I pull hard on my beer, “And head out to “the Whippin’ Post” for a night of debauchery?”

  Our waitress comes over with menus and I see Barely getting up with Tuesday and Pearl, they’re headed to the bathroom. I hop to my feet and follow a few feet behind. When I step into the alcove Tuesday is waiting by the door.

  “What’s up in there?” She has to know I’m tense by the look in my eyes. We don’t usually let our chicks go to the bathroom unescorted, but in numbers it’s not usually an issue—unless Barely’s involved.

  “Nothin’ Kash…What do you think is goin’ on in a ladies’ room?” Tuesday took to this life better than Barely but is still full of sass. “You don’t trust my sister…do ya? She’s playin’ nice…pinky swear.”

  I roll my eyes. I’ve learned not to trust the two of them when they start that pinky swearin’ shit. Usually it’s a smart decision on my part. I push through the door and Barely is in a stall and Pearl is doin’ her make-up or whatever chicks do in front of the mirror in public restrooms. All is calm and quiet until Tuesday walks in and the three of them start to laugh.

  “I told you he’d be all nervous…” Tuesday laughs and holds up her little finger, flipping her messy brown curls. They all keep giggling.

  “You…and you…” I point to Tuesday and Pearl. “…out! I need to be alone with my ol’ lady.”

  With the other two gone Barely is silent in the stall, I kick on the door and she tries to stifle a laugh. “Don’t ya trust us Sir…Cher, I told ya I’d be good.”

  The stall door slams open and Barely smiles. I know this little bitch, she’s chasin’ after some pain. I grab those dreads in my fist and push her against the stall.

  “You need some pain…don’t you…Voodoo doll?” My tongue licks the sweat off her cheek and my teeth come down hard on her lip, then I growl in her ear, “All that pent up…nervous…angry energy needs release…doesn’t it?”

  This whole thing with new people, the confusion with Pearl, and knowing we’re gonna play publicly with strangers is hard for her—I get it. The look in her glassy, wind-blown, blue eyes tells me I hit the nail on the head.

  “Don’t fuck with me little doll…you know I fuck back…” I hike up and pull her legs around me. “You’ll get what you need when I’m ready—you know how this game is played.”

  I sit her on the floor and she looks up with wide eyes, doin’ her best innocent routine, purring in that sexy little New Orleans accent that cuts straight to my dick.

  “Sir…cher…we were just havin’ fun.” She pulls my hand to her mouth, closes her lips around a finger, and sucks, before finishing, “It was girl bondin’…like me and Tuesday did in the cemetery…and you’re right…I do need it…Sir.”

  I scratch my beard as we walk back to the tiki area to eat. As much as I understand her little Cajun ass, she still baffles the shit outta me. So much for insurance—next time I’ll plug that ass just in case.

  When I take her to sit with the ladies they all act like nothin’ happened—Tuesday and Pearl must’ve filled them in.

  “You…sit…” My eyes bore into Barely as I grab the back of her hair in my hand, pulling back for her to look at my face—just hard enough to bring tears to her eyes. “Do not move unless you get permission…got it?”

  “Yes…I got it…” She looks like a defeated puppy—plan successful.

  All the ladies look like they’re trying not to pay attention and doing a piss poor job of it.

  “That goes for all of you…except Pearl...that’s up to her dudes.” It wasn’t my place to control what belonged to anyone else, but my own brothers, yeah, I could do that with their blessing.

  I walk away from a table of silent women—that’s almost like lightning striking the same place twice.

  Back with the guys I put together my—now—cold burger. The conversation is limited as everyone eats, but there’s talk about “the Post” and what to expect.

  “No…we don’t have a dungeon master, we all kinda police each other—brother’s keeper and all that shit.” Colt’s explaining how we run shit over there. “The equipment won’t be an issue tonight since it’s club and guests only…When the public is allowed in then it’s all first come first serve unless a patch wants to play…then it could go either way.”

  I jump in after swallowing a bite and motioning for a cold beer. “Yeah, we want the guests to be happy and shit, so we won’t be fuckwads and toss people off just to throw our weight around…the tractor is always sign-up sheet only with the public.”

  That fuckin’ joke—just like the joke of starting the club—had grown into much more than the initial idea. Who would think people would come from Georgia or Alabama just to play on a fuckin’ tractor? Other than the Panhead motors, one at Colt’s and the other at “the Post”, nothin’ else compares for creative biker mother fuckin’ bondage shit. Colt’s a fuckin’ devious genius with this stuff.

  “No one plays with anyone else’s toys—living or leather—without the Master’s permission.” Colt sips a beer and continues explaining. “We do have toys to use if needed, but only the leather and steel kind.”

  I slug back my new cold beer and raise the bottle. “Drinking is okay—but if one of our patches has to check you for bein’ drunk, just give up your toy bag until you’re sober. We don’t have a lot of rules, but that one’s hard and fast. Our insurance is on the line if you fuck up while under the influence.”

  “Yeah and besides—protect that property—we wouldn’t let you ride drunk either.” Colt drags on his cigarette and smiles. “Anything else is open or negotiable...so let’s have a party!”

  Devil’s Iron MC

  Pearl

  As we finish up the girl time, Barely, Tuesday, ‘Ren and I are talking like we are long lost friends. Hearing short stories of their pasts, has really helped to put my mind more at ease about not only tonight, but these people as well. Sipping on the last bit of my coffee I am pulled outta my thoughts by Abraham tugging my hand away from the women.

  Leading me away from the group towards Markus, I am suddenly nervous. Abraham senses my fear and draws me into him. “Nothing to fear, Little One. We just wanted to give you a heads up about Ornament Row. We know that Barley has been talking to you and I’m sure the same goes for Tuesday and ‘Ren and we don’t need you spooked by what it going on or what you’re gonna be seeing.”

  Markus steps up into my back, pulling my back (me?) flush against his chest. Looking up into his eyes he picks up where Abraham has left off. “Pet, the Row is set up with slaves along it. They are on full display for us on our ride out today. It’s nothing different than any public play that we have shared or that you have seen at the Dungeon, but seeing it out in the open might be a little unusual for you. We just wanted to make you aware as we head out.” Leaning down, he takes my lips in a passionate kis
s.

  As he pulls away, I feel fingertips on my chin, which is tipped back towards Abraham. “We know that you can handle it, we just wanted to put you more at ease.” Taking his turn with my mouth he doesn’t stop until I am breathless.

  As we move towards the bikes and head out on our ride, I find myself on Tank’s bike hanging tight to the sissy. The slow roll through the Row has my eyes opened to the wonders of this place. A cross that is made with ape hanger handle bars has my eyes wide open to the different types of equipment these men have thought up. The naked bodies that made up the Row were spectacular to see. The slaves in their submission and servitude to their Masters were more than gorgeous.

  After heading to “the Cattle Kar” and getting into some mischief there with the ladies, I am more ready to watch and serve my Master and Sir tonight.

  • • •

  Blaze

  As we make our way back after lunch to shower and start our play, I know that our woman has been dying to see more of this place. I heard some of what she and the other women were talking about and the different types of play areas has her more than intrigued. I was able to watch her as we went through Ornament Row and the wonder in her eyes was beautiful. The way that with each new and different thing that we passed, I would see that fascination and wonder. She really was a good Pet, but Tank and I needed to make sure that she got exposed to more to keep her on the tips of her toes. I think that tonight will be a great start to that.

  Heading to “the Post”, we sandwich our girl between us as we move throughout the place. Taking in each of the different areas and the play that is happening. Our girl loves watching and tonight is no change from that. We let her stop and watch at a few of the more “diabolical” looking areas. Of course, her biggest reaction comes when she sees the tractor being used, the gasp that escapes her is one that has my cock hard in an instant. Tank and I have signed up to use it, but we wanted her to get the feel for the place first.

  Moving around again, we see Kash and Barley near a St Andrews cross on some stockade fencing. The little Voodoo doll can take pain unlike almost any other that I have seen and boy, is she getting it now. We watch for long minutes as Kash leaves no flesh untouched. Feeling our girl start to wiggle and writhe about trying to ease her building desires.

  “Pet, whatever are you moving about like that for? Do you see something that is making that little cunt of yours all hot and bothered?” Reaching a hand down and under the short skirt that we have given her, that does little more than accentuate her ass, I feel her juices leaking down her legs before reaching her pussy.

  “Markus is our Little One all hot and bothered watching her new friend get her ass torn up?”

  “Yes, it seems that way Abraham, we might have to pass on the tractor, if she doesn’t start to reel herself in some. We wouldn’t want our girl to let us down in front of all of our new friends. Would we?” Looking towards her, I know that she would never do that, but egging her on does something to me. Her eyes fill with sadness as I stroke through her pussy. “Tsk, tsk Pet. I know that you would never let us down. You will get your chance to play on the tractor, have no fear, but not until we have a chance to check out some more of the equipment.”

  • • •

  Tank

  Continuing our exploration of the place, I find myself in awe of some of the shit I see here. I thought we had been creative setting up some of the shit at the Dungeon and I am seeing that was far from the truth.

  The thing that catches my eye first, other than the fucking tractor that we have heard so much talk of, is the fucking rope rigging. It looks like the shit I use to climb in grade school and I now have entirely too many thoughts about how to turn it into something to use during play.

  Slowly coming to a stop, I move nearer to Markus and lean into him. “That rope looks like the shit we used to climb in school, brother. What in the hell would someone do with that? I feel like Pearl would get all tangled in that shit if we tried to put her up there and take our pleasure from her.”

  “Well, there is only one way for us to find out.” Grinning wide from ear to ear, I know the second that Pearl registers the conversation we have had. Her knees hit the floor and she is bowed down in position not five seconds after we have finished talking.

  “Well, Little One, it seems that you are intrigued by the ropes as well, hmm?” Running a hand over her back and ass, I flip her skirt up to see how truly excited she is. Not only is her pussy glistening wet with her need, but that same desire is dripping down her luscious thighs.

  Bending down I can’t help myself from running my tongue up her thighs licking up all that she has spilled out. “You Little One, take the clothing off, then make your way up and onto those ropes. Facing the ropes, get on up there and get yourself situated and put in there tightly, so that your Master and I can use you up.”

  She doesn’t hesitate to stand and strip outta her clothing. She moves over to the ropes and starts to make her way up, cautiously. About two feet off the ground and I see her wrapping her wrists into the ropes. She tries doing the same with her feet, but is struggling to do so. I move slowly to help and make sure that her ankles and wrists are in no way going to move, at least for the time being.

  Seeing Markus outta the corner of my eye, I see his kit hit the floor and his tail fly lose as he pulls it out. Hearing the crack, I see our girl bend forward as the first hit lands. Moving to the front of her, I start playing with her nipples through the ropes, first with my fingers and then with my mouth, tugging on the nipple rings. Roaming over her body with my hands, I find myself drawn to her pussy and don’t stop myself from slipping three fingers inside of her. She is so fucking wet that I feel no resistance as I do so. The cracks from Markus are still going strong and I know that she will be sore tomorrow, tonight however she will fly.

  The Masters M.C.

  Kash

  It’s always nice to host another club or chapter at “the Whipping Post”. Havin’ the dudes from the Devil’s with us, after spendin’ time with Gun, is no exception.

  “No worries about the sign-up sheet tonight—it’s club and you dudes only—I’m sure we can play in fine with each other.”

  I can’t help laughing, the line is usually hours long to play with that piece, but we’re with friends tonight, and all the bullshit isn’t needed. The tractor is a big attraction here because it’s somethin’ no one else would’ve thought of, but tonight is casual.

  “We can hook two of the chicks up at once…we’ve even done three.” I shuffle over to Blaze and Tank, and they look at me with narrow eyes and smiles. Then, they look at their girl. I can almost smell the fire burnin’ between their ears. I can already picture Barely and Pearl making nice on the tractor.

  Barely is sitting at the bar chain smokin’, I know this isn’t her deal. Playin’ with the club has been like ridin’ the Tail of the Dragon—twisting, turning, death defying—one of those things a man’s just gotta do. The strangers will increase her need for release, which means I can heat it up and feed that sadist lurkin’ inside.

  “Like I said before, there aren’t many rules here…She’s here with ya, so consent is assumed, but we aren’t planning to police you dudes like that.” Far be it for me to interfere with men and whatever they have ironed out between them and their ol’ ladies.

  Fuck, I’d hate it if some asshole tried to get in the way of the shit I do with Barely.

  “We won’t touch what’s yours—show us the same courtesy. The equipment is fair game.”

  Colt is sittin’ nearby with Tuesday at his feet, he lets me finish and adds his two cents, “Just so you guys know, we don’t go in for the safe, sane, consensual shit. We know the fuckin’ risks and play accordin’ to that—like ridin’, ya just never know. So, don’t be surprised by what you see—we won’t judge, so don’t judge us.”

  With Colt, it always comes back to bikes, but a lot can be compared to ridin’.

  “Yeah, besides, what’s a little blood betw
een friends—right, dudes?” The look on the Devils’ faces was priceless, we don’t always do blood-play, but it’s never out of the question with me and Barely.

  Tuesday followed the ‘P’ to the St. Colt’s cross and Barely stomped her way toward the stocks.

  “Sir…I don’t like this…cher…please...all these people we don’t know…” I grab the back of her neck and pull her head back to my chest.

  “Trust doll…learn it…live it…” My grip tightens and those Barely blue eyes look up at me. I know that look…she’s scared shitless. “You need it extra hard don’t you?”

  I push her over the stocks and lock those hands in place. Her head is bowed but pops back up as much as it can, little dreads scatter over her face. I love this potion bottle of piss and fuckin’ vinegar—my feisty ol’ lady.

  “You know I do…make them all disappear…”

  She looks so fuckin’ desperate for it—I want to make her work—I need her to beg.

  “How do you want me to do that…Voodoo…doll?” Even my whisper is menacing as I crouch down in front of her face and push the ropes of hair aside. “What do you need…doll?”

  “Pain.” Her voice is not even a whisper/

  “What…Do you expect me to have ESP now or some shit?”

  This calls for the big guns, so I grab the steel butt plug from my bag and hook it’s knocker on the chain attached to the Panhead motor. A quick nod to Sundown to start it and the motor comes alive. Quickly, the vibration travels the length of chain and the knocker begins to shake. I yank down her jeans, lube the cold shakin’ metal, and shove it inside. The plug in her tight hole will ride her near the edge or over if I allow it.

  “What do you need? Let everyone hear it…” I hear her, but we both need the fight. I raise my voice louder, to a roar, and it echoes in the dungeon. “Barely audible…do you want barely a touch?”