The Bike Club (Part 4)


by Master Rob (Click for Author's Home Page)<Hotdate@hotmail.com>

Like the preceding parts, this story is not based on my own experiences, but on those of one of my admirers. It began with an email I received from a Texan biker, whom I call Leo in these stories, as I explained in the first episode. Some of the punishments I write about here go a lot further than I ever administer them. However, the stories tell what I was told by one of the members of the club. The bike club no longer exists. The events too place quite some time ago, but they are etched in Leo's memory, for reasons you may begin to find obvious. Read on, if you are up to it.

As I pointed out before, Tex was really a masochist. It seemed as though nothing ever bothered him. He joined for the camaraderie and friends, and certainly found both. Although the paddling and whipping would seem brutal, there was also something highly erotic about it also. I guess, it was kind of macho in a way. The cruel treatments the slaves were exposed to created a real sense of unity. There was also a lot of pure _s_e_x_, sometimes almost animalistic among some of the members. Some guys were true bottoms, and got _f_u_c_k_ed regularly. The plugs the slaves had to wear when riding were a constant stimulus to the prostate gland, which led to almost uncontrollable, constant erections, with loads of precum and cum. It certainly enhanced almost all activities after riding for hours. It was just plain hot stuff -the sheer memory of those rides still gets Leo up too! As will be explained shortly, all the slaves were given mentors, who helped them get to know the guys, help them over the rough spots (no one wanted to let down a friend), and eventually overcome a final ordeal. The slaves definitely had a lot of good times, as well as some bad (painful) ones. When you ask Leo now if, looking back, it was worth it, his answer is positive without any hesitation. He has been married for quite some time now - must have been a bit of a change for him.

The next day, the five slaves woke up day with very sore butts - especially John. Some of the others slaves became concerned when he started talking about things not being 'fair' while they all showered. This time, he and Tex did not have a playtime -one lesson learned. However, John didn't see it that way. He had to see the doc again, who painted his arse cheeks once more. Whatever it was, it did help. He seemed to have no trouble sitting for lunch or dinner. He was also very reticent about what else might have transpired at the doctor. Anyway, they were all informed of an important meeting that night. What else could be in store? They were all wondering the same thing. Tex was the only one who wasn't really bothered by all the _s_h_i_t_. He kept saying they could beat his butt all they wanted and it wouldn't bother him. He must have had plenty prior experience. Leo and Eric took a wait-and-see attitude. They both wanted to ride and have some fun riding. Having gone through a similar process themselves, the actives sensed very well what was going on among the new slaves.

After the business portion of the meeting, the president announced that each slave would be paired with a master willing to help him learn and, in his words, 'expand their horizons'. Sounded good, but as we all bunked down for the night, we discussed our situation. We had done a lot of chores around the place, and still we hadn't been on a bike for almost a week. The next morning, during breakfast, the slavemaster announced the pairings. My master was Rick - the chap that had his arse strapped several nights before, as you may recall. Eric was paired with Randy - a nice guy who ran a local bar in a small town north of Austin. This place, as the slave were to discover, was where the club often had a rendez vous with a club from Houston, very similar to the masters'.

After breakfast, Rick came over to Leo and told him he wanted to meet with him later that night. It was explained to all in attendance that the master-slave pairings were just that - what happened between the two guys was their own business as long as club rules were upheld. "_s_h_i_t_," was Leo's frightened response. "I don't even know all the rules, so how can I know I follow all of them or not? And how do I know if Rick is trespassing when giving me orders?" However, Leo was anxious to go ahead, as Rick seemed a thoroughly nice guy who sincerely wanted to help.

After dinner, Rick came over to Leo and told him me to follow. They went into the farmhouse, upstairs to the active's quarters. This was off limits to slaves, unless accompanied by an active. Rick took Leo to his room - nicely laid out with bed, chest, chairs and semi-private toilet. A sharp contrast with the slaves' quarters, that offered no privacy other than the blankets on their bunks. Rick said he knew there must be questions. There were indeed a whole lot of questions, but Leo hardly knew where and how to begin. He asked about riding, and Rick told him that he would give Leo lessons after they went out in the morning as he saw some points in Leo's riding style that needed correcting. Rick was a very skilled rider himself - he had won several cycle contests over the past few years. Next, Leo asked about all the punishment stuff. Rick kind of dismissed this and said not to bother about it. There would be some along the way, as nobody is perfect all the time. However, he felt it helped to bind the group together. He could see no reason to be embarrassed or humiliated - everyone has done it or had it done.

What Leo desperately wanted to know was if they really had to have a butt plug in when riding. The response was quite plain: "Most definitely. I strongly advise you not to ever get on a bike without one." Leo must have looked puzzled, so Rick continued to explain the idea. "It seems that a lot of guys get horny as hell while riding for some time. It is probably a combination of the vibrations, the clothing and many other things. I don't really know how it happens, but I can tell you that after most rides, there is always plenty of _s_e_x_ual activity. As a slave your butts had to be ready, and the plug makes sure of that." Rick further explained that the plug kept constant pressure on the prostate. The doc had told him that, and since he was a urologist he should know. Apparently the pressure heightened the slaves passions too. So there were plenty of reasons to keep the slaves plugged.

The next thing Leo wanted to know was if Rick wasn't a little embarrassed about having his arse strapped before everybody. The situation did not seem to worry Rick in the least. "Why should I be? That's the way things are done here. Everyone is pretty much the same; that is, about the same height, same build and same endowment. So what's the problem?" It sounded all so natural. Keeping the slaves without much privacy amongst each other in their training period, probably helped to acquire this easy-going attitude. Rick explained that the inspection before getting invited was to ensure that everyone was about the same as far as build, proportion, etc. The stats were used to be certain of the right fit. The masturbation shows, followed by measurements of their semen, were partly for embarrassment. They would also be used to check if the slaves had relieved themselves overnight without permission. Whenever the quantity of semen was too low or the sperm count to up to the level of the first measurements, the inevitable conclusion was that a slave had relieved himself without permission. The crime would be dealt with in the evening.

Suddenly, Leo remembered the intriguing strip he saw on Rick's _c_o_c_k_. Without much thinking, Leo asked what that was. This was the first time Rick paused, before responding to Leo's frank questions. "I want to be honest, but am not quite sure if you really want to know, right now." Leo thought it over for a minute or so, and then responded that, indeed he did want to know.

Rick made Leo sit down, and then explained that the strip that Leo had noticed was really a lightning bolt, a part of the clubs insignia. To become an active, this was branded onto the _c_o_c_k_. At the same time, the club's bear head symbol was branded onto the head of the _c_o_c_k_. Leo must have had a very strange look on his face. "Are you alright," Rick asked. "I'm fine, thank, but I must admit this scared the _s_h_i_t_ out of me." "That was exactly what it was supposed to do," Rick said. "It wasn't really as painful as it might sound though."

"What's next," Leo thought, but he need not have worried about the flow of events. Suddenly, Rick stood up and took off his pants, jock and pouch. He showed Leo that it was only superficial and made him pull on his _c_o_c_k_ skin to realise that his dick wasn't harmed. Then he pumped his _c_o_c_k_ to attention so Leo could see the detail of the bolt and head. That must have been the first time Leo had ever felt another guy's dick. It made his own _c_o_c_k_ stir. Rick noticed the basket getting larger as he walked over to his chest, and ordered Leo to come over to him. Leo obeyed, with growing curiosity. Rick opened the chest to reveal a whole collection of leather goods - both to wear and to play with.

"Strip!" Leo followed the order somewhat nervously. By that stage, he was fully erect. Rick grabbed his nuts and massaged them. He noticed the leaking precum and stopped. "You obviously need relief. Beat off!" It didn't take for Leo to spurt all over as he lay on the floor. Next Rick indicated for Leo to go over to the bed. Rick lied down, his _c_o_c_k_ reaching for the ceiling. Leo gently massaged his nuts and _c_o_c_k_ for several minutes before a geyser erupted. "Lick it up," was the firm order. Leo hesitated, but a quick slap on his sore arse persuaded him to do it. More strokes with the paddle was not something he desired just then. His first taste of cum would be with him for a long time to come.......

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