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HITCHED!
By Christopher
(Honcho.Aug.1985.)
"You son of a bitch!" Chuck yelled at the bumper of the retreating car.
"Of all the God-forsaken places to be dropped off; I'll never make it to
the concert. That lousy bastard; just 'cause I wouldn't give him a
blowjob he tells me to get out." Chuck looked around and saw nothing but
desert and sagebrush. "I'd best get moving, or it's going to be next
week before I get to Houston."
It was one of those hot, dusty Texas days, and Chuck was stuck walking
on a deserted road. "Jesus, it's too fuckin' hot," he complained.
"Somebody's got to come by soon." Off in the distance Chuck heard a
noise that steadily grew louder. "All-fuckin'-right," he yelled. "Now
stop for Chucky, please. Don't make me waste these tickets." He turned
around, thrust out his hips, and stuck out his thumb. The sound turned
into a roar, and Chuck saw a group of about six bikers tearing down the
road.
Through the dusty haze he could see that they were a good looking group
of studs, and the dude in the lead was the best looking one of all. The
bikers were dressed in leather from head to toe. The next thing Chuck
saw was their backs as they zoomed past him. "Shit," he yelled, "I'm
never gonna make it to the concert." He started walking again. Chuck
eventually came to a bridge which crossed a dry gulch; he started to
walk across when he heard a deep voice growl from behind him.
"Don't go too far, pretty boy. I've got plans for you."
Chuck spun around and found himself face to face with the leader of the
pack. The biker wore black, dusty chaps which hugged his powerful legs
and outlined a huge basket. A matching leather vest framed the
motorcyclist's barrel chest, which was covered with thick, black hair.
Mirrored sunglasses were perched on the biker's rugged, suntanned face,
and a thick moustache covered his mouth.
"Plans?" Chuck asked.
As he nervously spat out the word, Chuck heard some movement behind him.
He turned and saw two men charging forward; they shoved Chuck to the
ground.
"Move one muscle, pretty boy," one of the men whispered, "and you're
dead."
Chuck froze. The men hauled him to his feet and hustled him over to the
leader. Chuck was only wearing tight cutoffs, so the leader got a good
look at the hitchhiker's well tanned body.
"Turn him around," the leader said. The two men spun their captive
around. Chuck couldn't see the leader, but he heard a small grunt of
approval. "Put him on my bike and let's go."
Chuck started to protest, but his captors only tightened their grip; the
prisoner decided to keep quiet. The men dragged Chuck under the bridge
and shoved him onto a bike. "Cuff him," Chuck heard one of the men say.
His arms were wrenched around, and he felt the cold metal bite into his
wrists; his arms were manacled around the leader's waist.
"Hey Rex. We're ready to roll," one of the other men said.
"Okay, let's get going, Tom," the leader yelled. "And you," he said to
Chuck, "don't try anything stupid." The menacing tone of the leader's
voice scared Chuck. Rex started up his hog and took off with his
prisoner in tow.
As the bikers sped down the road, Rex grabbed Chuck's bound hands and
pushed them down to his crotch. "Get a good feel of my dick, pretty boy.
I want you to know exactly what's going to be getting into you." Chuck
couldn't do anything but obey orders; he started to grope Rex's dick.
The cock in Chuck's hand was as hard as a cement pole.
The groping continued as the bikers pulled off the main highway and
headed for a dirt covered side road. "What the hell have I gotten myself
into?" Chuck wondered.
The bikers turned onto another deserted strip of land, and Chuck could
see their ultimate destination in the distance. The men and their
captive were headed for an old, rundown barn just ahead. The group
pulled up to the weather worn structure. Rex's two henchmen jumped off
their bikes and pulled the barn doors open. They drove the choppers into
this makeshift garage and parked in some cattle stalls. One of the men
came over and uncuffed Chuck from Rex's waist. The prisoner tried to
run, but he was brought down by the man Rex called Tom.
"I thought you'd try a dumb shit stunt like that. Now you're going to
have to pay for it. Hey Rex, what should I do with pretty boy?" Tom
asked.
"Just cuff him again, and put him over there," Rex said, pointing to a
pile of hay in the middle of the floor. Chuck, his hands secured again,
was thrown to the floor. Rex inspected his captive like a butcher
checking out a piece of meat. "Strip him," Rex barked.
Tom pulled out a knife and started cutting off Chuck's shorts. The
steely blade scraped along Chuck's skin. Rex stood over Chuck, and a
sinister grin spread across the master's face. The leader stroked his
dick through his Levis and looked down at the shivering body below him.
Rex liked it when his captives were scared, and this good looking blond
below him was terrified.
"Get up here, I've got something for you," Rex teased. Chuck was too
frightened to move.
"Rex gave you an order, shithead!" Tom yelled. He and the other biker
grabbed Chuck and hauled him to his knees. Rex closed in and soon
Chuck's mouth was level with the leader's crotch. "Open your mouth," Tom
screamed. Chuck's face was mashed into Rex's crotch; the hitchhiker was
desperately trying to get the buttons open using only his teeth.
Rex smiled as he watched Chuck struggle; the leader signaled to Tom and
the other man to get naked. Both of his buddies had great bodies, and
Rex liked sharing hitchhikers with them. Chuck finally reached the last
button on Rex's jeans; the prisoner licked and sucked at the hairs
around the base of the leader's cock. Rex freed his cock from its denim
blue jean prison. Chuck's eyes widened when he saw what was about to be
shoved down his throat. Rex's dick was about seven inches when soft, and
the head was covered by a thick foreskin. Rex moved forward and grabbed
Chuck by the hair.
"Suck it up, pretty boy. It's all for you, and you better do a good
job," Rex sneered. The captive's mouth was forced open and the large
dick was shoved down his throat.
Chuck started sucking for all he was worth. Rex took a deep breath,
sighed, and let loose with a heavy stream of piss. Chuck gagged and
choked as the hot, bitter liquid flooded his mouth.
"Don't you spill a drop, you little fucker, or you'll find out what pain
really is," Rex threatened.
The leader pulled Chuck closer and winked at the other two bikers. Chuck
suddenly felt streams of liquid splashing his body. The other two men
were giving the hitchhiker a golden shower; he wanted to scream, but he
knew he was helpless. Though having some difficulty breathing, Chuck
continued to gulp down the yellow liquid flooding his mouth. The stream
shooting from Rex's dick finally eased to a trickle and then stopped.
"Very good, pretty boy. For drinking all my piss down you get a reward,"
Rex said. "You get to suck something else out of my cock."
Rex waved his growing dick in front of Chuck's face. The prisoner didn't
open his mouth fast enough, so Tom grabbed one of his nipples and
squeezed hard. Chuck tried to scream, but Rex filled the hitchhiker's
mouth with his expanding meat. Chuck choked as Rex mercilessly fucked
his throat.
"Aw yeah, lick that dick!" Rex cried out.
While the leader's dick filled his throat, Chuck began to feel other
sensations. Tom was grabbing and pinching his nipples; the other man was
slapping his ass. All this stimulation made Chuck hot, and he felt his
dick getting hard.
"Hey Rex, he likes it!" Tom said.
"Then give the little shit some more," Rex snarled.
Tom pulled away from Chuck's tits momentarily; the hitchhiker suddenly
felt something cold and hard grab his nipples. Chuck gasped as the tit
clamps bit into his flesh. Once the pain subsided, Chuck started sucking
harder on Rex's cock. The leader was close to coming, but he wasn't
ready to shoot yet. He pulled his dick out of Chuck's mouth and pushed
the captive down to the floor. Rex moved forward until his balls hung
over Chuck's mouth.
"Clean 'em good, fucker," he growled, "and I might do something nice for
you."
Chuck craned his neck and started sucking on the hairy sac. He coated
the two heavy orbs with his saliva and tried to take them both in his
mouth. Chuck continued his tongue bath, but was jolted by a new
sensation. He became aware of a warm wetness moving its way up and down
his straining dick. He paused for a moment to savor the blow job; Rex
didn't like the interruption. The leader turned and saw one of his
bikers going down on the young hitchhiker. Rex leaned back and slapped
the man's face.
"After I get done, then and only then, is he yours," Rex yelled. He
looked down at Chuck and said, "As for you, pretty boy, there's trouble
coming. But since you're such a good ball licker I'll let you have
another chance. Now, do you want to get fucked wet or dry?"
Chuck knew his ass would be torn apart if Rex fucked him dry. In an act
of self preservation Chuck leaned forward and started sucking on Rex's
cock. The hitchhiker moistened the big dick with spit. Chuck was
puzzled; he was actually beginning to enjoy what was happening. He put
more effort into his cock sucking, but he still couldn't figure out why
he wanted to please this man who was humiliating him.
Rex, deciding that this kid had made his dick nice and slippery, pulled
out of Chuck's mouth. Finally given a minute to catch his breath, Chuck
took a quick look around the barn. He must have been too involved in his
cock sucking to hear any noise, but he now saw that there were five
bikers all waiting to take their shot at his lean body.
"Roll him over," Rex commanded. "I want to get a good look at his ass
before I fuck it!"
Chuck was roughly flipped over, and a pair of calloused hands began to
knead his butt. A finger slipped into his hairless asshole.
"Nice ass," Tom said. "Bet you get fucked a lot, pretty boy."
"N-N-No," Chuck stammered. Rex's hand slapped Chuck's face.
"When you speak to any of us you use the word sir," Rex yelled as he
whacked Chuck's ass.
"Yes, SIR!" Chuck screamed, but Rex kept slapping his butt. Rex's strong
hands pounded Chuck's fleshy cheeks.
"Looking better and better, Rex. Swear to God no one, but no one, can
get an ass as red as you can," Tom said.
Tom's encouragement was all Rex needed. He plunged his finger into the
waiting asshole below him. Chuck moaned. "Please go easy," the captive
begged.
Rex just laughed and lunged forward until all nine hard inches of his
cock were buried in Chuck's asshole. The sudden intrusion was too much.
Chuck screamed out and began thrashing around.
"Plug his mouth," Rex barked at Tom.
Tom jumped forward and shoved his dick down Chuck's throat. Chuck
stopped moving around and began to suck on Tom's cock. Tom's meat wasn't
as big as Rex's, but it was a mouthful. Rex continued to assault the
hitchhiker's ass, and Tom slid his cock in and out of Chuck's mouth. The
two dicks plugging away at Chuck's body drove him crazy with desire. The
hitchhiker wished he had more holes, so that all the rest of the bikers
could work him over at the same time.
Rex started slapping Chuck's ass again. The leader increased his fuck
motion, and let out a loud grunt with each push forward. Tom was also
getting close; he grabbed Chuck by the ears, held his head still, and
savagely face-fucked the helpless kid. The dick in Chuck's ass expanded,
then suddenly burst forth with a flood of
. As the hot cream poured
up into his hungry ass Chuck heard Tom scream and the biker filled his
mouth with a thick load. Taking just a minute to catch their breath,
both Tom and Rex roughly pulled out of Chuck.
"Nice tight ass," Rex said. "Who wants it next?"
The other bikers swarmed all over Chuck. They all took turns plugging
his ass and fucking his mouth. Chuck was delirious. The young hitchhiker
took every load the bikers could pump into him. When they all finished
with their captive, Rex flipped Chuck on his back.
"What's your name, pretty boy?" Rex asked.
"Chuck."
"Well, Chuck, we like you, and we've decided to keep you," Rex said.
"Get used to this because we have lots of miles to go and all the time
in the world to get where we're going." The leader unlocked the
handcuffs and told Chuck, "You've got one minute to come."
Chuck grabbed his cock and frantically pumped as Rex counted down the
time. With just ten seconds to go Chuck's dick exploded, and he coated
his body with the load.
"Very good, Chuck. Now you get a reward. Open your mouth and suck on
this dick," Rex ordered.
The tickets forgotten, Chuck knew he'd be with these men for a long
time.
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Thanks to original poster in Yahoo! gaymagazinefiction group!
Enjoy!
By Christopher
(Honcho.Aug.1985.)
"You son of a bitch!" Chuck yelled at the bumper of the retreating car.
"Of all the God-forsaken places to be dropped off; I'll never make it to
the concert. That lousy bastard; just 'cause I wouldn't give him a
blowjob he tells me to get out." Chuck looked around and saw nothing but
desert and sagebrush. "I'd best get moving, or it's going to be next
week before I get to Houston."
It was one of those hot, dusty Texas days, and Chuck was stuck walking
on a deserted road. "Jesus, it's too fuckin' hot," he complained.
"Somebody's got to come by soon." Off in the distance Chuck heard a
noise that steadily grew louder. "All-fuckin'-right," he yelled. "Now
stop for Chucky, please. Don't make me waste these tickets." He turned
around, thrust out his hips, and stuck out his thumb. The sound turned
into a roar, and Chuck saw a group of about six bikers tearing down the
road.
Through the dusty haze he could see that they were a good looking group
of studs, and the dude in the lead was the best looking one of all. The
bikers were dressed in leather from head to toe. The next thing Chuck
saw was their backs as they zoomed past him. "Shit," he yelled, "I'm
never gonna make it to the concert." He started walking again. Chuck
eventually came to a bridge which crossed a dry gulch; he started to
walk across when he heard a deep voice growl from behind him.
"Don't go too far, pretty boy. I've got plans for you."
Chuck spun around and found himself face to face with the leader of the
pack. The biker wore black, dusty chaps which hugged his powerful legs
and outlined a huge basket. A matching leather vest framed the
motorcyclist's barrel chest, which was covered with thick, black hair.
Mirrored sunglasses were perched on the biker's rugged, suntanned face,
and a thick moustache covered his mouth.
"Plans?" Chuck asked.
As he nervously spat out the word, Chuck heard some movement behind him.
He turned and saw two men charging forward; they shoved Chuck to the
ground.
"Move one muscle, pretty boy," one of the men whispered, "and you're
dead."
Chuck froze. The men hauled him to his feet and hustled him over to the
leader. Chuck was only wearing tight cutoffs, so the leader got a good
look at the hitchhiker's well tanned body.
"Turn him around," the leader said. The two men spun their captive
around. Chuck couldn't see the leader, but he heard a small grunt of
approval. "Put him on my bike and let's go."
Chuck started to protest, but his captors only tightened their grip; the
prisoner decided to keep quiet. The men dragged Chuck under the bridge
and shoved him onto a bike. "Cuff him," Chuck heard one of the men say.
His arms were wrenched around, and he felt the cold metal bite into his
wrists; his arms were manacled around the leader's waist.
"Hey Rex. We're ready to roll," one of the other men said.
"Okay, let's get going, Tom," the leader yelled. "And you," he said to
Chuck, "don't try anything stupid." The menacing tone of the leader's
voice scared Chuck. Rex started up his hog and took off with his
prisoner in tow.
As the bikers sped down the road, Rex grabbed Chuck's bound hands and
pushed them down to his crotch. "Get a good feel of my dick, pretty boy.
I want you to know exactly what's going to be getting into you." Chuck
couldn't do anything but obey orders; he started to grope Rex's dick.
The cock in Chuck's hand was as hard as a cement pole.
The groping continued as the bikers pulled off the main highway and
headed for a dirt covered side road. "What the hell have I gotten myself
into?" Chuck wondered.
The bikers turned onto another deserted strip of land, and Chuck could
see their ultimate destination in the distance. The men and their
captive were headed for an old, rundown barn just ahead. The group
pulled up to the weather worn structure. Rex's two henchmen jumped off
their bikes and pulled the barn doors open. They drove the choppers into
this makeshift garage and parked in some cattle stalls. One of the men
came over and uncuffed Chuck from Rex's waist. The prisoner tried to
run, but he was brought down by the man Rex called Tom.
"I thought you'd try a dumb shit stunt like that. Now you're going to
have to pay for it. Hey Rex, what should I do with pretty boy?" Tom
asked.
"Just cuff him again, and put him over there," Rex said, pointing to a
pile of hay in the middle of the floor. Chuck, his hands secured again,
was thrown to the floor. Rex inspected his captive like a butcher
checking out a piece of meat. "Strip him," Rex barked.
Tom pulled out a knife and started cutting off Chuck's shorts. The
steely blade scraped along Chuck's skin. Rex stood over Chuck, and a
sinister grin spread across the master's face. The leader stroked his
dick through his Levis and looked down at the shivering body below him.
Rex liked it when his captives were scared, and this good looking blond
below him was terrified.
"Get up here, I've got something for you," Rex teased. Chuck was too
frightened to move.
"Rex gave you an order, shithead!" Tom yelled. He and the other biker
grabbed Chuck and hauled him to his knees. Rex closed in and soon
Chuck's mouth was level with the leader's crotch. "Open your mouth," Tom
screamed. Chuck's face was mashed into Rex's crotch; the hitchhiker was
desperately trying to get the buttons open using only his teeth.
Rex smiled as he watched Chuck struggle; the leader signaled to Tom and
the other man to get naked. Both of his buddies had great bodies, and
Rex liked sharing hitchhikers with them. Chuck finally reached the last
button on Rex's jeans; the prisoner licked and sucked at the hairs
around the base of the leader's cock. Rex freed his cock from its denim
blue jean prison. Chuck's eyes widened when he saw what was about to be
shoved down his throat. Rex's dick was about seven inches when soft, and
the head was covered by a thick foreskin. Rex moved forward and grabbed
Chuck by the hair.
"Suck it up, pretty boy. It's all for you, and you better do a good
job," Rex sneered. The captive's mouth was forced open and the large
dick was shoved down his throat.
Chuck started sucking for all he was worth. Rex took a deep breath,
sighed, and let loose with a heavy stream of piss. Chuck gagged and
choked as the hot, bitter liquid flooded his mouth.
"Don't you spill a drop, you little fucker, or you'll find out what pain
really is," Rex threatened.
The leader pulled Chuck closer and winked at the other two bikers. Chuck
suddenly felt streams of liquid splashing his body. The other two men
were giving the hitchhiker a golden shower; he wanted to scream, but he
knew he was helpless. Though having some difficulty breathing, Chuck
continued to gulp down the yellow liquid flooding his mouth. The stream
shooting from Rex's dick finally eased to a trickle and then stopped.
"Very good, pretty boy. For drinking all my piss down you get a reward,"
Rex said. "You get to suck something else out of my cock."
Rex waved his growing dick in front of Chuck's face. The prisoner didn't
open his mouth fast enough, so Tom grabbed one of his nipples and
squeezed hard. Chuck tried to scream, but Rex filled the hitchhiker's
mouth with his expanding meat. Chuck choked as Rex mercilessly fucked
his throat.
"Aw yeah, lick that dick!" Rex cried out.
While the leader's dick filled his throat, Chuck began to feel other
sensations. Tom was grabbing and pinching his nipples; the other man was
slapping his ass. All this stimulation made Chuck hot, and he felt his
dick getting hard.
"Hey Rex, he likes it!" Tom said.
"Then give the little shit some more," Rex snarled.
Tom pulled away from Chuck's tits momentarily; the hitchhiker suddenly
felt something cold and hard grab his nipples. Chuck gasped as the tit
clamps bit into his flesh. Once the pain subsided, Chuck started sucking
harder on Rex's cock. The leader was close to coming, but he wasn't
ready to shoot yet. He pulled his dick out of Chuck's mouth and pushed
the captive down to the floor. Rex moved forward until his balls hung
over Chuck's mouth.
"Clean 'em good, fucker," he growled, "and I might do something nice for
you."
Chuck craned his neck and started sucking on the hairy sac. He coated
the two heavy orbs with his saliva and tried to take them both in his
mouth. Chuck continued his tongue bath, but was jolted by a new
sensation. He became aware of a warm wetness moving its way up and down
his straining dick. He paused for a moment to savor the blow job; Rex
didn't like the interruption. The leader turned and saw one of his
bikers going down on the young hitchhiker. Rex leaned back and slapped
the man's face.
"After I get done, then and only then, is he yours," Rex yelled. He
looked down at Chuck and said, "As for you, pretty boy, there's trouble
coming. But since you're such a good ball licker I'll let you have
another chance. Now, do you want to get fucked wet or dry?"
Chuck knew his ass would be torn apart if Rex fucked him dry. In an act
of self preservation Chuck leaned forward and started sucking on Rex's
cock. The hitchhiker moistened the big dick with spit. Chuck was
puzzled; he was actually beginning to enjoy what was happening. He put
more effort into his cock sucking, but he still couldn't figure out why
he wanted to please this man who was humiliating him.
Rex, deciding that this kid had made his dick nice and slippery, pulled
out of Chuck's mouth. Finally given a minute to catch his breath, Chuck
took a quick look around the barn. He must have been too involved in his
cock sucking to hear any noise, but he now saw that there were five
bikers all waiting to take their shot at his lean body.
"Roll him over," Rex commanded. "I want to get a good look at his ass
before I fuck it!"
Chuck was roughly flipped over, and a pair of calloused hands began to
knead his butt. A finger slipped into his hairless asshole.
"Nice ass," Tom said. "Bet you get fucked a lot, pretty boy."
"N-N-No," Chuck stammered. Rex's hand slapped Chuck's face.
"When you speak to any of us you use the word sir," Rex yelled as he
whacked Chuck's ass.
"Yes, SIR!" Chuck screamed, but Rex kept slapping his butt. Rex's strong
hands pounded Chuck's fleshy cheeks.
"Looking better and better, Rex. Swear to God no one, but no one, can
get an ass as red as you can," Tom said.
Tom's encouragement was all Rex needed. He plunged his finger into the
waiting asshole below him. Chuck moaned. "Please go easy," the captive
begged.
Rex just laughed and lunged forward until all nine hard inches of his
cock were buried in Chuck's asshole. The sudden intrusion was too much.
Chuck screamed out and began thrashing around.
"Plug his mouth," Rex barked at Tom.
Tom jumped forward and shoved his dick down Chuck's throat. Chuck
stopped moving around and began to suck on Tom's cock. Tom's meat wasn't
as big as Rex's, but it was a mouthful. Rex continued to assault the
hitchhiker's ass, and Tom slid his cock in and out of Chuck's mouth. The
two dicks plugging away at Chuck's body drove him crazy with desire. The
hitchhiker wished he had more holes, so that all the rest of the bikers
could work him over at the same time.
Rex started slapping Chuck's ass again. The leader increased his fuck
motion, and let out a loud grunt with each push forward. Tom was also
getting close; he grabbed Chuck by the ears, held his head still, and
savagely face-fucked the helpless kid. The dick in Chuck's ass expanded,
then suddenly burst forth with a flood of
. As the hot cream poured up into his hungry ass Chuck heard Tom scream and the biker filled his
mouth with a thick load. Taking just a minute to catch their breath,
both Tom and Rex roughly pulled out of Chuck.
"Nice tight ass," Rex said. "Who wants it next?"
The other bikers swarmed all over Chuck. They all took turns plugging
his ass and fucking his mouth. Chuck was delirious. The young hitchhiker
took every load the bikers could pump into him. When they all finished
with their captive, Rex flipped Chuck on his back.
"What's your name, pretty boy?" Rex asked.
"Chuck."
"Well, Chuck, we like you, and we've decided to keep you," Rex said.
"Get used to this because we have lots of miles to go and all the time
in the world to get where we're going." The leader unlocked the
handcuffs and told Chuck, "You've got one minute to come."
Chuck grabbed his cock and frantically pumped as Rex counted down the
time. With just ten seconds to go Chuck's dick exploded, and he coated
his body with the load.
"Very good, Chuck. Now you get a reward. Open your mouth and suck on
this dick," Rex ordered.
The tickets forgotten, Chuck knew he'd be with these men for a long
time.
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Thanks to original poster in Yahoo! gaymagazinefiction group!
Enjoy!
