Chuck, Chaps and Beer

"Open your eyes slut!" The gruff voice said to me as I was just coming to.

I tried to open my eyes but they felt like they were glued shut. In fact my whole face felt it was caked in something.

I started to speak and got my first taste of what was covering my face. It was hardened jizz.

The gruff voice said "Here wipe your face slut!" Something was placed in my hand and I tried to raise my hand but they were tied together. I wiped my eyes clean and then the rest of my face.

I tried opening my eyes and finally they got open. I was in some sort of cellar. My hands were handcuffed. My neck felt strange and place my hands on it and felt a leather collar with a ring in the center of it.

"Enough of that shit slut watch the screen!" The gruff voice said. He pulled on my hair and jerked my head back.

On screen I saw a group of bodies huddled in a mass. The camera got close and as it did, the people around the area moved away.

There I was on a pool table doggy style sucking a cock. Someone was underneath me sucking my cock. The look on my face was a mixed bag of pleasure and pain. The camera panned back and a biker in a leather vest was pounding my ass with a fever.

The camera panned back up and the cock I was sucking was that of my friend Charlie Matthews. He too was getting his ass reamed but from a person underneath him. His head was hanging off the table and he was sucking another biker's huge cock.

"WHA..." I started to stammer.

"Shut up bitch and watch the movie. The gruff voice said.

For over the next hour I watched as Charlie and I were used as the Bikers fuck toys.

One person would come in my ass or Charlie's and then be replaced by another one. Some bikers just jacked off on our faces.

The video ended with eight biker's cumming on Charlie and my faces.

I looked to my left and saw Charlie gagged and tied to a chair, his balls tied tight by a piece of rope.

I looked at his eyes and there were tears in them. He closed them and bowed his head.

I knew he was ashamed for bringing me into this bar. But we had both agreed that on our motorcycle ride that it was good to explore some of our bi curiosity.

We had read about this gay biker bar in a few towns away from us. So I got on the back of Chucks bike and off we went one evening.

It was in the Northeastern part of the state. It was in a very secluded area.

A simple sign that read "Chaps" in fluorescent orange with an arrow underneath.

Chuck parked the bike and we went inside. As soon as we walked in the door, we were the center of attention.

We walked to the bar and ordered a couple of beers. We were a bit uncomfortable at first, but after an hour they basically ignored us. At some point I had to pee and went to the men's room. Chuck went after I came back. We watched the regulars play pool at the pool table.

One of the bikers came over and asked us if we wanted to play. He had long gray hair down past his shoulders, a couple of earrings in his ears. He had a couple of tattoos on his forearms. He wore a black leather vest and blue jeans with holes in his back pockets.

Chuck and I figured we would do well to accept his offer and we went over to the tables. Chuck broke the balls and didn't place one ball in the pockets. Mr. Leather went next, he missed too and then it was my turn. I placed the 9 ball in the corner pocket and have a run of a couple more balls. Then it was Mr. Leathers friends turn.

I remember starting to feel a bit woozy and then the room faded to black for me.

And here I was now watching myself being a cum slut on the big screen.

Mr. Leather had my bend over the pool table so I could watch myself getting fucked on the screen and then he shoved his big fat nine inch cock in my sore ass.

"OUCH!" I screamed

"Shut up bitch" He said as he slapped the cheeks of my ass. I bit my lip and the tears streaked down my face as I bit hard.

"You love this don't you Slut?" He asked me.

I nodded and he slapped my ass again.

"Say it Slut!" He commanded.

"I love being fucked by you Master!" I said.

"Good slut, I love fucking your man cunt." He said as he slammed into me deeper, his balls slapping against me.

He roared as he emptied his seed into my asshole. I felt the hot jizz filling me. He pulled out and rubbed his cock head over cheeks.

He regained his composure. I looked over to where Chuck had been sitting. He was just finishing off sucking the other bikers cock.

His fuck partner rubber his cock over Chucks face.

They grabbed us and shoved us out the door of the bar. Our clothes were thrown out after us.

"We know who you bitches are , so you better come back next week for another round of fucking, if you don't we will come after you and let everyone in your town know what a couple of fags you really are." Said Mr. Leather vest.

He slammed the door and left us outside to put on our clothes and get on Chucks bike.

The ride home was a bumpy and every time we hit a bump my ass would clench and release. Mr. Leather's seed would leak out. My ass was so sore by the time we got home.

As we stopped at a stop sign, I leaned in and whispered in Chuck's ear.

"Is your asshole as sore as mine?"

He just nodded.

He parked in front of my apartment and then we went in to take showers. I looked at myself in the mirror to see the bumps and bruises on my body. My asshole was a bright red.

Chuck got out of the shower and dried himself off. I looked at his body and he had similar bruises and some hickeys.

I took my shower and he was still there nursing a beer.

He stood up to leave.

"Same time same place next week?" I asked.

"Yes!" He said and smiled and walked bow legged to the door.