The Bike Club


by Master Rob <Hotdate@hotmail.com>

This story is very different from all my preceding ones. Unlike all my other stories, it is not based on my own experiences, but on those of one of my admirers. It all began with an email I received from a biker. Please read on, and let me know if you like it: hotdate@hotmail. com

"hi guy: don't know if i received all of your reply, just a link to your stories which i have already read. i am a topguy, and like u, enjoy slaves, their training, etc. i was in a motorcycle club, and had to endure extreme humiliation, which was called "training", to become a full member. have never read of similar experiences, and thought u might want some material for a future story. i am not very adept at writing stories. in fact, english and communications were not my best subjects at school. so i am looking for somebody who might wish to use some of the events and put it into a few short stories. not exactly certain as to how this can be done, but would be willing to try if u are. sorry this is a little long winded. hope to hear from u soon. if u wish, let me know. thanx again."

I thought it would be fun to write one or more stories, and, thus, I let this guy know that I was interested in his proposal.

The star of this story, whom I will call Leo, went to college in Texas, which is where he met up with a gang of motorcycle guys. As the club is no longer in existence, I can talk about it for the most part. However, I won't reveal Leo's or any of the other guys' identities. I am quite sure that Leo's butt would get creamed good if I did. Leo has been married for quite some time now, but many of the club were either bi or gay. Some were straight. Leo thought he was when he entered the club, but quickly found that close contact with males can be a lot of fun as well.

You could only join the club by invitation, once you had expressed an interest to join them. It had certain strict rules and regulations of course, very similar to some college frats in many ways, as there were many ordeals that had to be experienced. The training of the prospective members, commonly referred to as slaves, was obviously the kind of experience that you will never forget, even if you tried. The full members were called 'Masters', to be addressed as 'Sir' at all times. You can probably imagine what happened when a slave omitted the 'Sir". If not, just read on. Just about everything you can imagine was done to the slaves during their training period, even being branded (not as painful as one might imagine, but it didn't tickle either.

Leo had always loved motorcycles. Like many guys who are into this kind of stuff, he developed a hardon when he had his first ride, at an age when he hardly knew what this meant or how to relieve it. At home, bikes were a nono, but this hardly stopped his craving. He did ride in college after having saved enough to buy a used one when he was 21. After graduation Leo worked for the state of Texas doing road repair work, not certain about what he wished to do. He shared a house with Eric, an old fraternity friend, outside Austin at the time. Leo was into baseball and gymnastics in college, which is where he met Eric, a guy of equally good physique and very good-looking. They both joined the same frat, so they knew each other well. Eric was into Harleys and got Leo interested as well. There was nothing _s_e_x_ual between them at the time, but Eric was a true buddy for Leo. The kind of person Leo admired, both because of what he did and because of his physical appearance, although it wasn't until much later that he dared admit this. Both were dating girlfriends and enjoying themselves.

One night, Eric saw a poster in one of the local gyms, looking for young guys over 21 who rode cycles. It showed several young men on their Harleys, dressed in jeans and leather vests. Looking at the bulges in their tight pants made Eric's _c_o_c_k_ stir, and he immediately started to read the text on the poster. When he finished reading, he had a raging hardon. The poster was about a club, looking for prospective new members. It clearly stipulated that you had to be over 21, own a Harley, be clean legally (no brushes with the law), be single and without children, and be _s_e_x_ually liberal. Leo didn't own a Harley at the time, so was not eligible. Besides, he was not so sure that he would qualify as _s_e_x_ually liberal. Eric was desperately keen to join the club, and, was indeed more liberal, even though he had never discussed any details with his buddy.

When Eric came back after his initial interview, he told Leo all about the club. He didn't quite know if he wanted to join or not. It took Eric almost a week to tell Leo the whole story. He was told that he would have to move into the clubhouse, which was really an abandoned old farm house about five miles out of town. All the new guys slept in a converted barn, above a space used for training and working on the bikes. The sleeping quarters in the loft were a kind of dormitory, leaving little privacy. The showers were a communal facility. The full members slept in the house, with a room for themselves, even though it was frequently shared. This sounded most intriguing to Leo, especially when Eric added they travelled about the country, go on runs, etc. What a way to see the country! When Leo asked for more details, Eric was very reluctant to say more. Leo told him that he liked the idea, and would scrape some cash together to buy a Harley. If his much-admired role model was going to be in it, so would Leo. He worked overtime, did some extra work at a local bar, and Eric lent him some cash. Finally, Leo managed to pick up an old Harley.

The two young men went to the club the next night and told them that they wanted to join. That is when they were given the ins and outs of the club. One didn't just join - it was more like a pledgeship. There were certain physical requirements as to height, weight, length of hair, fitness, etc. Their lives would be controlled by the full members, the masters, and the prospective members would answer to 'slave'. They were expected to pass a physical exam given by one of the members who was a practising physician. No girlfriends were allowed; the members were the friends. Leo and Eric got to talk to some of the guys there - both masters and slaves. They were told the truth right from the start, albeit it not the whole truth, which would not be revealed until they received an invitation to join. It was difficult, physically, repairing the bikes, cleaning the house and barn, and holding down a full-time job. Everyone contributed to the club financially as well. They were also told that the slaves acted as bottoms for the masters in any way they wished. Never having had _s_e_x_ with a man in his entire life, Leo got cold feet and decided to think about this some before they joined. Although Leo did not know this, Eric had had contact with men when he was a teenager. However, they were both convinced that they were straight, as was 60% of the other guys in the club. However, having had a taste of what life in the club was all about, they both wanted to join.

Over the next couple of weeks, they talked about the club, their tours and other fascinating aspect every day. Wouldn't it make their life style a hell of a lot more exciting? They finally talked each other into it, figuring if others could put up with it, they could too. Little they realised what exactly they had to put up with, and they were in for a rude awakening.

When they returned to the club, they got to meet with some of the full members, and saw first hand the discipline the slaves displayed. They were informed of the strict code they had to follow, as well as the consequences if they did not. It was suggested that if a guy could not wholeheartedly permit himself to be used in any way that a member wished, he was not going to be able to go through the rigorous training. There was no fixed endpoint to the training. When 2/3 of the members felt a slave was adequately trained, he was 'invited' into membership. This last step was a formal initiation, which lasted for at least a month. Some slaves took up to two years before getting initiated. Some of these clearly enjoyed their use as slave by the masters and loved to have their arse paddled on a regular basis when they took liberties with themselves. Others were appreciated so much as bottom by the majority of the masters that there was never a 2/3 majority to vote in favour of their membership. Remarkably, none of these longer-term slaves got frustrated to the extent that they left the club without ever becoming a member.

As you might expect, the punishment was sometimes frightening, at least when one was left to think about it. Eric and Leo naively thought that if you simply followed all the rules, and there were many, there would be no problems. Of course, the masters made sure it was impossible to follow all the rules. Also, there were some mean sons of bitches that took great delight in flailing your arse and busting your balls. This is when they became aware of the tremendous sado-masochistic overtones to the entire club. When they met the sergeant at arms, who was often the one to decide on appropriate punishment, he asked them if they thought their arses could take it. All the same time during this interview, he was sporting a hardon for no apparent reason. Only later did they learn of his penchant for _c_o_c_k_ and ball torture.

Finally they were told that they had to pass a physical exam. This was the strangest of all the requirements, as it was done in one of the meeting rooms, in front of as many members as wished to watch. Eric and Leo were made to strip under the watchful eyes of about 25 masters. It was both humiliating and exciting. Both Leo and Eric managed to stay calm, having gone through measurements for gymnastics - measurement of body fat, etc. They had to submit to having their nipples, _c_o_c_k_s and balls squeezed, not just by the doctor, but also by some of the masters, which was both painful and exciting. Both of them had a raging hardon, in front of 25 men, several of them with large bulges in their jeans. They were made to bend over and offer their arsehole for inspection. A few slaps landed on their butts, whenever they showed the slightest reluctance to follow the humiliating instructions. They were made to masturbate until ejaculation, for their semen to be investigated, both for quantity and for a sperm count under the microscope. Every orifice was examined and they were measured in every conceivable way. Head, neck, arms, legs, waist, and of course their _c_o_c_k_ and balls. The size of their _c_o_c_k_s was measured both in flaccid and erect state. Leo got a bit concerned when the doctor took a calliper to his nuts, to measure their diameter, followed by that of his erect _c_o_c_k_. They were only told this information would be important later. Leo's stats were carefully noted down: height 1.80 m, 78 cm waist, well built physique, due to frequent visits to the gym and workouts. Leo had brown hair and hazel eyes, and was clean-shaven. His _c_o_c_k_ size was noted down as almost 19 cm when fully erect, and 9 cm when flaccid; a thick shaft and head, uncut. His chest was 113 cm. After their physical, they were 'dismissed' and told to wait for 'confirmation of their induction'.


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