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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
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"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.

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END OF CHAPTER ONE - "BACKDOOR BIKERS"
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