I couldn't help myself. I have a cock addiction and so I found myself entering a local club but not any old club but one known to cater to bikers. In particular it catered to the rough crowd. Was I looking for trouble? Actually I was playing with fire. As I entered, I thought about the past week and what prompted me to go there in the first place.
I had just moved to this little town, having been offered a position in a multi-national company. The salary was outstanding even though the company was located off the grid. Nothing to do except work! I had been working there for a few weeks and was beginning to make friends. Since I was a higher level employee, I was lucky enough to rate an enclosed and private office. My computer needed servicing so when my secretary informed me that the computer guy was there, I told her to please send him in. I had expected a geek but was I surprised when he entered. He introduced himself as Jock. I can only describe him as a swarthy looking tall man. He apologized for his appearance since he had been riding his bike and the call was unexpected since it was his day off. I thanked him profusely and moved away from my computer so he could work. He completed his repair within a half hour and told me that it was not a serious problem.
"You are all set now Mr. Luther."
"Please call me Aiden." I was fascinated by his demeanor. He was good looking but in a commanding and rough way. He smiled at me and asked if I would like to have a drink with him after work. Normally I would not have been so friendly with any customer, lower level employee, or serviceman. In fact, I purposely kept my distance from my employees since I did not want them to pry into my private life. For instance, each morning the mailroom clerk delivers mail to me. He always greets me very politely but I do not respond in kind. I am afraid to get close to him especially since he is very hot looking, young, and black. I don't want to spoil any work relationship I might have and so the reason for my aloofness. You see I am a closeted gay man. I should mention that I am a 30 year old man, about 200lbs and standing at six feet.
"Sounds good Jock but we need to be discreet if you know what I mean."
"I understand Aiden. I'm currently staying at the Hyatt Regency in town. I live a few towns over but on my days off I like to treat myself by staying at a nice hotel. Can you meet me in the hotel bar?" And with that we made the date to meet later that evening. With some trepidation I entered the hotel bar and quickly made eye contact with Jock. He was dressed very nicely and I kind of looked forward to getting to know him a little better. Jock shook my hand and guided me to a booth. He had taken the liberty of ordering drinks for and a waitress brought them to our booth. He assumed that I enjoyed a scotch on the rocks and he was correct in his assumption. I was beginning to realize that he was a take charge kind of man and that was fine with me.
After about an hour of small talk and more drinks, Jock suggested that we continue to chat in his room. I quickly agreed and we took the elevator to the 6th floor and his room. As soon as we entered the room, he pulled me closer to him and kissed me hard while grabbing my ass in both hands. I melted in his arms. In a flash, his demeanor seemed to change.
"Get naked bitch and prepare to be bred by a real man. And you will address me as Sir or daddy." I was in shock but quickly undressed while he smiled and watched me. "Now take off my clothes and then get on your knees." After I got naked, I worked on removing his clothing. Finally, after removing his underwear, the last piece of clothing he had on, I found myself getting excited as this man seemed to control my very existence. I was naked and on my knees. I took the liberty of looking up at his beautiful body. He was hard and so I reached up with my hands to feel his abs. He smiled but pushed my hands down and slapped my face hard.
"Don't you ever try to touch my body unless I give you permission bitch. Now get to work with your faggot mouth." I sucked his cock, swallowed his balls, and munched on his ass. He lifted me up so I could lick his upper body. I sucked on his man titties and licked his pits. He soon tired of this foreplay and guided me to his bed. He lifted me up in his arms and lay me on the bed, stomach down. He slapped my ass and ordered me to lift my butt up so he could begin to fuck me. He held onto my hips and proceeded to enter me inch by inch. I moaned in pain but then the pain became pleasure as his cock moved in and out. The more he fucked me, the more I pushed back onto his cock with ecstasy. I was being bred by a master. I could sense him going faster and faster and knew that he was close to cumming. "Get ready cunt. Here it comes!" And cum he did. It seemed never to end as I felt his love juice entering my body. Finally, he pulled out and told me to join him in the shower. He scrubbed my cock, balls and ass and I did the same for him. After we dressed, he spoke.
"I want you to travel to this biker bar this weekend. I'll meet you there and make sure you dress like the cunt you are. I want to introduce you to a few friends of mine." I should have said no but he was irresistible and I was submissive to his every word.
For the rest of the week I thought about him and was kind of excited about the prospect of going to a biker bar. The weekend came and I was ready, at least I thought I was. I dressed, not as a masculine man but as a fem boy. My outfit consisted of hot pants, see through blouse, white sneakers, no socks and pink panties. I had heard that these bikers could be rough but I knew that Sir would take care of me, or at least I hoped so. As I entered the bar, all eyes seemed to be on me. The room was noisy and full of cigarette smoke or something stronger. I searched the room looking for Sir to no avail. I was approached by a particularly rough looking bear.
"You must be Jock's latest boy toy. He'll be here later and he told us to take care of you." He said this with a smile. I hesitated and was ready to leave when the bear held me around the waist and sat me down in a chair at the bar. He ordered a fruity drink for me and a scotch for him.
"Don't be in such a hurry to leave slut. The night is young and we're planning a party in your honor."
