Message-ID: <576eli$9704171741@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: Path: qz!news.accessus.net!not-for-mail X-Path-Preload: news.accessus.net preloaded to thwart rogue canceller there Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: Webguru Subject: "BACKDOOR BIKERS" Disclaimer "BACKDOOR BIKERS" (MMM+/M, NC, MC, B&D, M Dom) *** Copyright ) 1997 - All Rights Reserved *** * WARNING * WARNING * WARNING * This is a work of pornographic fiction intended for adults only. It describes sexual acts and behaviour in explicit and graphic detail. Only read this story if you are aware of the laws concerning pornography in your place of residence and you have reached the age of sexual consent there. DISCLAIMER: The attached document is the first chapter of a three part story ("Backdoor Bikers"); this story is entirely fictional. The characters, places and events depicted in this story are not intended to represent or resemble any real persons, places, or events. Any such resemblance is purely coincidental. This story is a work of extremely explicit and graphic sexual fantasy. The depiction of any act in this story, including, but not limited to, non-consensual sexual activity, oral/anal/vaginal sex, unprotected heterosexual and homosexual acts, use of drugs and other mind-altering substances on an unwilling or unknowing human being, and degradation, humiliation or enslavement of a human being should not be construed to imply that the author condones the performance of said act, either on the author's part or on the part of anyone else. IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE IN YOUR PLACE OF RESIDENCE TO READ AND VIEW PORNOGRAPHIC MATERIAL, OR THE PRESENCE OF ANY OF THE ACTIONS LISTED IN THE SECOND PARAGRAPH, ABOVE, OFFEND YOU, DO NOT READ THIS STORY. This is the first chapter of a story I have written; at present, there are three chapters available - I may write more if asked nicely! The first chapter doesn't have much sex action in it, it really sets the scene for the heavy action to follow in the next 2 chapters. Note: This story is a work of FICTION. The story, names, and events depicted in this story are fantasy, and no names are changed, as no one is innocent or real in this story. IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE TO READ SEXUALLY EXPLICIT ADULT CONTENT STORIES, DO NOT READ FURTHER. Also, if you are offended by consenting adults enriching their lives and/or fantasies, or if you have a religious / moral / anti-pornography agenda, please go away. You have been thoroughly warned. This is heavy stuff. END OF DISCLAIMER **************************************************************************************** "Backdoor Bikers" - Chapter 1 Mike shifted his rucksack, trying to get comfortable with the weight. He trudged on in the dust beside the deserted highway. For as far as the eye could see was wilderness. It was so dry and hot here that nothing grew except sagebrush and cacti. His last ride had dropped him off an hour ago, and he hadn't seen another vehicle since. Talk about the boonies, he thought. It was starting to get dark, and it looked like he'd be sleeping rough tonight He was hitchhiking home from college. His well-to-do parents had sent him plenty of cash for an airfare, but he had overspent big time and was now economising to make up for his excessive partying. He was on holidays, and was eager to get home as soon as possible. It would be nice to see his folks, of course, but he was most anxious to see his beautiful blonde girlfriend Charlene again. He hadn't fucked her for months, and he was determined to spend the first few days catching up. Not that he had been celibate - there were plenty of willing young sorority girls who were only too happy to take care of his needs. He was a typical All-American boy. College football kept his six-foot frame in perfect physical shape; combined with his boyishly handsome face and short dark hair, it attracted a lot of attention from girls. He was quite intelligent and did well in his studies, but he was NOT a Sensitive New Age Guy. He was politically conservative, a redneck in fact. He hated blacks, gays, Jews - in fact, anybody who wasn't just like him. He stopped for a minute to wipe the sweat from his brow and looked back to where he'd just come from. In the distance, a speck appeared on the shimmering tarmac where the highway disappeared over the horizon, and soon Mike could hear the low rumble of engines. He grinned; with any luck, they'd give him another ride, and he stuck his thumb out in the universal sign as a group of motorcyclists approached. Mike wasn't afraid of bikers: he was a big boy, and people rarely picked fights with him. The pack of bikers slowed as they approached; the leader raised a fist in the air and they coasted to a halt in perfect formation. "Hop on," said the leader, a large man with close-cropped red hair. He was wearing faded jeans, and leather boots and jackets. His naked torso showed good muscle tone, and Mike could see that he wore a ring through each nipple. Kinky, he thought, but shrugged it off. Everyone knew bikers were weird, and he wasn't going to turn down the offer of a ride. Making sure his backpack was secure, he climbed on the large Harley behind the rider and tapped his shoulder. With a low rumble, the pack moved off, quickly gathering speed. Mike looked around at the other riders; there were about twenty of them. A mean looking bunch, but there was something strange about them, he couldn't quite work out what though. He saw they were too good-looking to be "normal" bikers. He saw tattoos, even a few neatly trimmed beards, but not one beergut. It was like these guys all worked out. OK, he could dig it - image conscious bikers. Then he noticed something else that struck him as odd - although most of the riders had pillion passengers, there wasn't a woman among them. He checked again. No women. Who ever hard of bikers without tarts?!? He faced forward and decided to check out their "colors" for the first time. The leader, behind whom he sat, had a large colorful patch sewn into the back of his leather jackets and Mike read the words carefully. Stallions M.C. And in smaller type, "Gay Bikers Association. Oh shit, he thought, it's a gay motorcycle club. These guys were all queer. He tapped the leader of the pack on the shoulder again. The man looked back over his shoulder and Mike pointed to the side of the road. The man shrugged and raised a fist. Again, the bikers coasted to a halt in unison and Mike got off the bike. "What's the problem? Gotta take a leak or something?", asked the leader. He looked surprised. Mike shook his head, his face twisting in disgust. "Nope, I just don't like being around gay people." The man stared at him. "You know, this is the nineties, kid. Nobody's asked you to for a blowjob or anything - we're just doing you a favor. You want to rethink your attitude, pal, you've got a real problem." Mike retorted hotly. "Nothings wrong with me, pal. It's you faggots who have the problem. As for me giving ANYONE a blowjob, dream on you queer. I'm all man." He turned on his heel and started walking. Behind him, the biker leader's face turned pale with anger. He glanced at his men; they had heard the whole exchange and judging by their expressions, were ready to tear that asshole limb from limb. Mike hadn't gone 20 feet before they were upon him. He put up a struggle, but there were too many of them and he was overwhelmed. They pinned him down, and the leader straddled his chest. "I think it's time you learned a few lessons. Tolerance and manners, for a start. You're coming with us." They dragged him to one of the Harleys with a sidecar. Tying his hands behind his back with his own belt, they forced him to sit in the sidecar and tossed his backpack on his lap. They mounted their machines again and roared off in a cloud of dust. Mike was worried now. Where were they taking him? He soon found out. Turning off the highway at an unmarked dirt track, they pulled up at a wooden farmhouse. A sign over the door showed this was the club's headquarters. He was roughly bundled inside and sat in a chair. His captors crowded around him; again it was the leader who spoke. "So I take it you're not gay yourself, then?". It was a rhetorical question, of course. "How do you know? Have you ever had sex with a man? Don't knock it till you've tried it". Mike glared at him. The leader dismissed him with a toss of his head. He addressed the pack of tough-looking men. "I think we should see if our new friend isn't gay, after all". He stood back as the men grabbed Mike and literally tore all his clothes off. He put up some resistance but stopped after one of the men dealt him a savage blow. A large black man pulled down his zipper and pulled out his huge black cock. It was uncut and smelled gamey. Mike tried to pull his face away and the man punched him in the stomach, hard. Rough hands grabbed him by the hair and pulled his face until the fat knob rested against his tightly clenched teeth. "You're gonna suck this, white boy, and if you so much scratch my dick I'll kill you". Still Mike resisted, and the man pulled a revolver from his leather jacket. He pointed it straight between Mike's eyes. To the terrified young man, the barrel looked like a railway tunnel. "I'm gonna count to three, and your lips better be giving me good lovin' or I'll blow a hole in your stupid head and fuck your brains out - and I do mean that literally." Mike gulped. "One". "Two". The man thumbed back the hammer. "Okay, okay", Mike said reluctantly. He licked his lips and looked at the man's huge cock. It wasn't even erect and already is was larger than his own. He struggled not to vomit as he open his mouth wide and took the thick head between his lips. The biker leader stepped next to the man Mike was fellating and flopped out his own penis; around him all the others were unzipping too. ********************************************************************** END OF CHAPTER ONE - "BACKDOOR BIKERS" If you would like to read the next chapter of this story, you'll find it at the following Web site: http://www.planet-sex.com Feel free to surf by - don't worry, it's free of charge! 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