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        “You may want to put on your
seatbelt.”

        As if Anthony wasn’t nervous enough,
he nodded his head, bit his lip and put his belt on.  His heart beat, with
fear as the anticipation, of what was going to be the scariest car ride of his
life.  Jimmy started the car, it roared to life like an angry dragon, the
vibrations could be felt on Anthony’s backside, adding to the intense fear and
excitement.
        Jimmy slowly backed up, then slowly
drove over to the track entrance.  He had driven this track a thousand
times before, and security asked no questions, as they opened the gate to let
him in.  He eased up to the starting grid, looked over to Anthony and
said,
 

       
“Are you ready?”

       
        With a smile on his face and
squinted eyes, he nodded quickly.  Jimmy revved the engine, bringing the
beast alive.  With a roar of the engine and a squeal of the tires, Anthony
was pinned to his seat. Jimmy was a skilled driver, and could drive this track
with his eyes closed. Turn one, Jimmy slammed the car into the corner, letting
the back end slide out, the car was sideways.  Anthony screamed as Jimmy
went around the turn, Anthony covered his eyes. 

       
“It is harder to see if you cover your eyes.” Jimmy said calmly. 

        Anthony removed his hands and nodded
again, quickly.  He dug his nails into the seat as Jimmy accelerated to
the next turn, skidding hard around that turn as well.  Anthony was
frightened, but very impressed at just how good he was at keeping the car in
line.  Every time they came into a corner Anthony feared they would not be
able to stop, but every time they came out of the turn just fine. Jimmy’s
expression did not change, unless Anthony screamed or chuckled from the
excitement.  This was just another day at the office for him, and though
he loved racing, he loved Anthony’s reaction more. 
        They continued to drive around the
track, with Anthony screaming and giggling all the way.  This was the
first time, in a long time that he could remember having fun.  He felt
free, he felt fun,
he
felt like a kid again.  He
also felt aroused, by Jimmy.  On several occasions he had to stop himself
from looking at him, because he was staring. 

        “What is it?” Jimmy asked.
        “Oh nothing, nothing at all.”
        “Come Anthony, tell me.”
        “I just didn’t know you were a nice
guy.”
        “Oh, thanks!”
        “No, what I mean is, I just thought
you were a reckless asshole, but you are really kind of cool.”

        The conversation went silent again
as Jimmy lost his focus and ending up spinning the car on a turn.  Anthony
screamed until they came to a stop.  They were both breathing heavy from
the fear and adrenaline.  Jimmy looked at Anthony and said,

        “Are you OK.”
        Without warning, Anthony jumped
across the car and began kissing Jimmy, he was out of control. He was so caught
up in the moment, so full of adrenaline, he could not control himself. 
Jimmy returned the favor for a short while, but then stopped. 

        “Hold that thought.”

       
        Jimmy slammed the accelerator to the
floor and drove into the pit area.  They pulled up to a beautiful bus,
Jimmy parked the car.  He looked over to Anthony and said, want to come in
for a drink? He paused for a long while and then began to speak,

        “Sure….yea….let’s go.”

        Jimmy got out of the car, walked to
Anthony’s door opened it and then held out his arm like a southern
gentleman.  Anthony took his arm and they began their walk to the bus.
        This was no run of the mill bus, in
fact, it was more of a luxury coach then a bus.  It was an unbelievable
machine, the outside was perfectly white, there was no dirt anywhere to be
seen,
it
was in perfect shape.  Jimmy pressed a
button on his keychain and the door popped open, he angled his hand inside
leading Anthony to go up the stairs.   As he passed Jimmy, Jimmy
stared at Anthony, who walked by slowly being sure to graze him with his chest,
their faces were inches apart.  As Anthony walked up the stairs, he could
feel Jimmy staring at his ass.  Anthony turned to look at him, where he
made no attempt to pretend he was not looking, until he stared into his eyes
and smiled his wicked smile.  When Anthony was at the top of the stairs,
he motioned for Jimmy to come by stretching his finger out then flexing it,
over and over. 

        Jimmy began to pursue, slowly,
walking up the stairs.  Anthony, continued to walk into the bus and then
realized he had no idea where he was going.  He needn’t wait long, as
Jimmy had already caught up to him, grabbed his hand and pulled him to one of
the leather couches. 
        Jimmy pushed Anthony down on the
couch, so he was now looking up at Jimmy.  Anthony was turned on, by his
forceful nature, and sat on the couch staring at him, licking his lips in
anticipation. 

        Jimmy straddled one of his legs and
reached down to start caressing his face.  He pulled his tucked in shirt
free from his pants and began unbuttoning it slowly.  Anthony felt his
cock starting to get hard.  It strained against his pants and wanted to
burst out. Jimmy looked down at him while he undid his buttons, and then flung
his shirt off, revealing his chiseled frame.   His body was tanned
like a model, his chest heaved as Anthony continued to stare at his muscular
frame. 
        Jimmy had magnificent abs, he had
magnificent everything.  Anthony could not prevent himself from reaching
up and touching his abs.  He ran his hand up and down them, and felt Jimmy
react to his touch. 

        Jimmy grabbed Anthony’s hand and
placed it on his cock, Anthony was astonished by the brazen act, but was under
no illusion, and this is what he wanted.  He could feel his throbbing cock
and wanted to see it.  Anthony began slowly rubbing it back and forth,
until it felt like it was going to rip out of his pants.  He then
unbuckled the belt, undid Jimmy’s pants and his cock sprung out into the open
air.  He was not wearing any underwear.  Why
would
he
be, this was Jimmy Spade, Anthony thought.
        Anthony took it upon himself to lick
the shaft of his hot, hard cock.  Jimmy threw his head back in
ecstasy.  He got to the head of his engorged penis and took it deeply in
his mouth.  He sucked hard on the head until he needed a breath. 
When he took it out of his mouth, the head of his cock was purple.  Jimmy
smiled at Anthony.  Anthony then put the cock back in his mouth and began
taking it deep into his throat.   He sucked his cock over and over
again, furiously stroking it as he did.  Jimmy reached down and grabbed
Anthony’s shirt, tugging at his clothed nipples.  He then pulled away from
Anthony by stepping back. 
        “Take off your clothes.”
        “Just like that?”
        “Yes, but take them off slowly.”
        Jimmy sat down in the leather
armchair and stared expectantly at Anthony.  Anthony began to dance and
sway, hearing music in his head.  He began to slowly and seductively
remove his shirt, then his shoes, then his pants.  He stood in front of
Jimmy swaying back and forth, as Jimmy grabbed his cock and stroked it while
watching him.  Anthony began rubbing himself seductively.  When it
came time to take off his boxers, he lifted his leg, got caught, stumbled and
fell to the floor face down.  Jimmy jumped to his feet, but rather than
being concerned for his wellbeing, he mounted Anthony and then thrust his moist
hard cock deep inside him.   Anthony pushed back on his cock, he was
so turned on he didn’t mind the rough ride.  All Anthony felt was
pleasure. 
        Jimmy pounded his ass hard, causing
Anthony to shake and moan.  He grabbed both of his arms and pulled him
back, as he continued to ram his cock deep inside him.  He then pulled out
his cock, leaned in and began stroking Anthony from behind. , Anthony had never
had anyone do that to him before.  He looked back at Jimmy and saw he was
stroking his own cock as well.  He was so shocked and turned on, that it
took him no time to cum.  Anthony came hard all over the floor convulsing
as he did.
        Jimmy then continued his relentless
pursuit, now fucking him while being on top.  Anthony moaned with
pleasure.  Jimmy began to tense up and then all at once came deep inside
his ass.  
        Jimmy collapsed on top of Anthony
and they lay there in an embrace for several minutes.  Until Jimmy got up and
began to speak.

        “Why don’t you make yourself
comfortable, go take a shower, and have a nap in the back room.  I will go
out and get us some food.”
        Anthony nodded again, he was
exhausted and satisfied and just wanted to spend an eternity with Jimmy. 
He lay on the floor and watched as Jimmy got into his Corvette and sped
away.  Anthony never forgot that moment, as it was the start of a
relationship that looking back now, he may have never wanted to get into. 
        Jimmy did not call him for weeks
after that day, and Anthony was heartbroken. He had to watch Jimmy on TV flying
all around the country.  The hardest part was, that was his job, he had to
see his face and it hurt every time he did. 
        He had not been in town, Anthony
would tell himself, but then why couldn’t he call?  Anthony cried himself
to sleep on more than one night those few weeks.
        One Saturday, Anthony had gone back
into the office to work.  His friend Suzie, had arranged a blind date for
him that night. He now hated Saturday’s.  Out of the corner of his eye, he
saw a text message on his phone.  Anthony picked it up and it read. 
       
Still working on a
Saturday?  You know where I am.

        Anthony put the phone down, he knew
Jimmy was in his coach.   He walked out of the front of the AMAN head
office, his keys in one hand.  He opened the door to his car, got in and
drove to the edge of the driveway.  If he turned left, he would meet a
stranger, if he turned right he would make his way to Jimmy. 

        Anthony put on his signal and began
down the road, his life would change because of his decision…..

Men of the Night

David was a man who was on a mission to find something
opposite to what he had.  In his last relationship, the sex was ok, but it
was done in a very mechanical way.  He wanted something dangerous, by
someone dangerous.  He wanted a Motorcycle Man and not just any Motorcycle
Man, he wanted a big muscular man.  

When he was invited by a friend to a Motorcycle Club party,
he was ready to put his plan into place but would he have to convince them to
be with him?  David could be very persuasive by using his mouth. 
Would he be able to persuade them to stop as he got more than one cock in his
ass?

David didn’t mind, he will get all he wants and
more…….

This book is a work of fiction, any resemblance to
actual persons living or dead or actual events is entirely
coincidental.   Any names, characters, places, businesses and events
are strictly from the imagination of the author.

Copyright
 2015

They writhed around as if they had no spines, both of them twisting and
turning to the beat of the drum, as the fire was spread by a torch over their
barren chests by a rather large man.  Black wisps of smoke could be seen
emanating from the torch and the blackness remained on the skin of their chests
leaving dark burn marks.  It looked painful, but they seemed not to notice
as they danced in some sort of trance like state. The rest of us watched
silently, mesmerized.  The men moved rhythmically to the beat of the drum.
Many other muscular men pounded on large tribal drums. 

The drumming began quietly, only the rattles at first, then the big
drums came in, louder, louder, LOUDER.  Until with one loud final
collaborative beat all of the drums stopped. 

        Silence. The air was heavy with the
weight of silence.  Long standing silence, it was as if everything had
stopped except me.  The silence became uncomfortable and seemed to last
forever.  A man appeared, not a small man, a large hulking man dressed in
full motorcycle regalia.  He had a shaved head and was obviously someone
in a position of power. The other men all had their eyes focused on him in
silence.  I dare not make a sound, for fear of doing something not
allowed.  I was amazing how many people were there, but no one made a
noise. 

       
This was
some kind of party.  I have never seen anything like this. 
I was
invited to the party by as friend of mine as I had always wanted to come to a
Motorcycle Gang party.  I never expected it would be like this. 
Things that were happening here seemed like they were out of some badly written
movie.  Drugs of any type, booze of any type and half-dressed gorgeous men
everywhere.  Some in leathers, some in collars, others in chains.  It
was scary, but it was also very exciting. I was not known for being adventurous
sexually, but I was always up to try anything once. 

       
Now that I was single it was time for me to spread my wings.  As an avid
reader of Erotica, I felt now that it was up to me to see how far I would
actually go to play out my fantasies.  It was the first time in a long
time that I was excited to go out, try new and dangerous things.  I was
not sure I was ready for this, but in saying that it made me think if not now,
when?   What I mean to say is that I was in a place now where I was
going to test my limits.  Come hell or high water I was here to live
without regret. 
        Being tied down for all those years,
stuck in that awful relationship.  I felt I had been tied to a stump for
years. I had the most boring sex life which caused me to internalize all of my
desires. Now that I was free, I wanted to have the most erotic sexual
experiences I could handle.  During my relationship, I spent my nights
getting lost in the romance of erotic novels, reading about young men being
dominated by older Alpha Males.  I was very intrigued by the thought of
being dominated.  I had never had it happen and I wanted it now more than
ever.  I wanted a man to show me how to be taken, I wanted a man that
could be worthy enough of making me surrender.  I know that may sound
childish, but there was something very erotic about submission and here I am
surrounded by hulking muscular men, who wouldn’t want to be fucked by
them. 

       
I was drawn back to the center of the action, the large motorcycle man stood
majestically in front of the massive fire.  In one hand, he held a staff
with a skull on the top of it and feathers loosely wrapped down the
handle.  He motioned without speaking to one of his loyal subjects, to
bring one of the half-naked dancers over.  This loyal subject walked over
to one of the nubile young boys, grabbed him by the hair and manhandled him
over to the man standing in the center.   The young boy swayed back
and forth, you could tell he was definitely on some type of drugs. He was
wearing nothing, but a brown canvas sheet loosely wrapped only around his
waist.  His hair was brown and his body was that of
perfection.  

       
I heard the group of people beside me talking and I found out that the leaders
was known as Daven.  Daven eyed the boy up and down, he snarled as he
looked at his like he was an animal.  He then walked slowly around him
examining him like he was buying something very important.  Daven looked
like he was a different species of human, the disparity in size between the two
of them was just that pronounced.  When Daven got behind the boy, he
stopped leaned in and sniffed his neck.   He stepped back and continued
his slow, deliberate trip around him. When he got back to the front of the boy,
he stopped again and grabbed him by the neck.  In his huge hand, the
boys
neck looked so tiny.  With his other hand he
squeezed the boys ass, his squeeze became harder and harder until in the midst
of the silence you heard him whimper.  Daven let go and motioned to
another one of his Lackey’s. 

        The Lackey came over with rope in
hand and tied the boy’s hands behind his back.  He then ran the rope all
the way up his arms, finishing with two wraps of the rope around his
neck.  His arms were so constrained that there would be nothing he could
do to break them free.  

       
        Once the Lackey was done with the
rope, Daven stepped in closer to the boy.  He ripped off his canvas sheet
and let him stand naked in front of everyone.  He was quite well endowed
for a little guy and it was quite erotic watching his cock sway back and
forth.  His cock began to rise as he was becoming aroused by the whole
situation.

 Still, the entire room was bathed in
silence.  Daven looked at the young boy again and began to squeeze his
balls, the boy whimpered again but this time it was not of Daven’s
concern.  He continued to squeeze, now with some intention.  The boy
began to crouch down in pain.  Daven did not release his grip and the
boy’s cock just stood up more.  It seemed that this was something he
enjoyed.  He left his balls alone for a second and grabbed the back of his
head by a handful of hair.  Daven bent down so they were nose to nose and
began kissing the boy.  He forced him to his knees and then pulled out his
impossibly large cock.  I thought that the boy had a big cock, but it was
nothing in comparison to Daven’s Boa Constrictor of a cock.

       
With his hand on the boy's head, he forced his cock into the boy’s mouth. 
The boy gagged as he fucked his face.  It was surprising he was able to
get that much of his enormous cock such a small mouth.  The boy tried to
keep up but eventually he coughed and sputtered spitting out his cock. 
Daven violently pushed him away and rolled him over. 

With one hand, Daven picked the boy up in the crook of
his arm and shoved his cock deep in his ass while suspending his entire body
off the ground.  He fucked the boy while holding him up for at least 5
minutes.  It was an impressive feat of strength.   All of us
watched with gaping mouths.  It was definitely hot.
        Letting his feet touch the ground
Daven changed his grip and held on the rope that bound the boy’s
hands.   He began to ram his enormous cock into his ass, no one said
anything, everyone was in a similar trance, transfixed and watching.  The
young boys cock remained hard and bounced around haphazardly as he was being
taken.  Daven continued to fuck the boy and all I could think about was
wanting to be that that boy, I needed a good fucking. 

       
This monster of a human was who I wanted to be fucked by.   I bit my
lip thinking about it and found myself putting my hand in my pocket so I could
at least touch my cock a little.  I was getting very hard.  Daven
looked to the crowd pulled out his cock and shot his load high in the air
showering his cum all over the tied up sex slave.  There was a lot of cum
and I wanted to taste it, but I said nothing.  If anyone would have asked
me at that moment, I would have fucked them.

        The group
let out an enormous cheer when it was all done and Daven surreptitiously
dropped the boy to the ground.   He laid there on his hands and knees
and didn’t say anything.  Daven turned to the crowd with his arms over his
head and they all began to cheer,

“ALPHA, ALPHA,
ALPHA.” 
        Daven turned around and walked away
from the boy, the crowd and the fire.  I watched as his figure drifted
into the shadows and I could only wonder where he was going.  The music
intensified and the party went from being something very ritualistic, to being
something very high school.  

       
It now became a frenzied scene of drunken debauchery.  You could see the
scores of men, who proudly wore the colors of the Alpha Male Motorcycle club on
their backs.  These red leather jackets had a circular patch in the middle
of them with big written letters that read,

        “Be Big, Be
Bad Be Alpha.”

       
It was a pretty bold statement and I guess if you were going to wear this
jacket, you had to be pretty sure your shoulders were strong enough to carry
the weight of it. 

As I looked at the rest of the crowd, there were
people everywhere.  Some were members of the club, some just here to the
party.  Lots of muscular men sharing moments and cocks.  The one
thing they all had in common was they were here for a good time.  People
were snorting cocaine, shooting heroin, drinking.  Some were kissing
others were fucking, it felt like I was at the end of the world.  I guess
this is what a motorcycle club was really like.  It did not make me feel
comfortable so I walked around the party with my beer in hand hoping for a
conversation because I was not sure I wanted to stick around.  Yet I was
still compelled to stay.  I think I was waiting for someone to come to me,
to invite me to some fun. 

       
I left my friends and went over to a picnic table on the outskirts of the
party, sat down and just reflected for a moment.  I looked back to the
blazing fire and to my surprise I could see the silhouette of someone coming my
way.   He must have been one of the members of the gang, I could only
assume so because this was a silhouette of a big man.   As he got
closer I could make out his face, he was smiling as he sat down across from
me.  He began to speak,

“So what’s a nice boy like you doing in a place like this?”

“Isn’t that a little cliché?”

“Well if it is cliché, that must mean that someone has
said that to you before, so my next question is, how often are you hanging out
with these unseemly people?”
        “Hahahaha.” I had to laugh, that was
surprisingly clever and funny, or maybe my standards were low because his arms
were so big. 

       
“Well I guess the truth is I have not been much of anywhere, I am recently out
of a relationship.”

        “Ah, so you are sitting here because
you are depressed about being single.”

“I am hardly depressed, I am just not sure this scene
is for me.”

“Oh so these aren’t your kind of people.....”

        I interrupted him because the last
thing I wanted to do was to insult this enormous man.  I didn’t know who
he was he could probably kill me with one hand.  Also, the prospect of
getting in his good graces appealed to me.
“No, no I didn’t mean it like that.  It is just I am a simple boy from a
vanilla.....”

The big biker interrupted me,

       
“No need to backpedal, I am just giving you the gears.  I know we are not
your usual group of people, we are a little harder, do things a little
rougher.  I take no offense I assure you.  I wanted just to come over
and tell you that we are not all just vicious brutes, some of us are nice.”

“Oh, so your one of the nice Alpha bikers?”

“Tis easy to be nice, tis better to be naughty, tis
best to be in control.”

“Is that so?”  The conversation began to intrigue
me even if he wasn’t a good looking hunk of man. I bet he could pick me up with
one hand.

“Yes sir, which is not to say that I take what is not
offered, it is more I help those willing to explore
their
limits.” 

“Are you saying you want to test my limits?”

“If that is something you would like, I would not say
no.”

The conversation started to get a little hot and
heavy, the motorcycle man sent me a wry smile.  I knew what he meant and
he knew, I knew he meant, and so dance continued. 

        “Well, lots
of men pretend that they know how to take what they want, but few are able.”

       
The stranger leaned in closely to me, stared into my eyes and said nothing for
a few seconds.  He had amazing eyes, they looked like they were almost
yellow and the more I looked at them, the more they morphed into different
colors.  Blue, green, gray then back to yellow.  It was indeed a
strange thing.  I was not sure was actually happening and then it was
mesmerising, hypnotising.  The stranger then began to speak once more.

“Do I look like
the type of guy that pretends to be something he is not?”