Date: Wed, 26 Dec 2007 15:49:19 +1100
From: Brian <brianr1@pacific.net.au>
Subject: Gang's Apprentice Pt 8

Brian, apprentice to the Black Hawks, leather motorbike gang, has been
kidnapped and held for ransom by their sworn enemies the Rebel Rousers. He
has been severely beaten and gang raped.

Brian was chained down in the cellar, his head locked into a trap door so
that any member of the Rebel Rousers could force his heavy, greasy, dirt
encrusted boots into his mouth for a good licking or just piss or cum onto
his head whenever he felt like it.

They told him his own gang, the Black Hawks had sent a case of whisky to
appease them.

"That's a start, cockhead, but your mates will have to cough up more than
that before we release you, if we ever do, we really have a lot more ways
we can have fun with you and make your life hell.  Just now we have some
serious drinking to do, you can have it recycled later, won't leave you
out, no sirree."

They stomped upstairs and Brian was left in the dark. He could hear them
drinking, bragging about their sexual exploits and telling each other what
they would do later with the cock slave they had downstairs. Brian's blood
ran cold as he heard them. He did not think he would live through the
treatment they were lining up for him.

Gradually the noise got less and sounds of snoring were all he could
hear. Apparently the whisky had sent them all to sleep. Time dragged as
Brian was crammed into a hole, his arms and legs tightly bound while he was
unable to move his head, cramps were setting in. He heard a rustling noise
and at first he thought it might be a rat which only increased his feelings
of horror. Then he could could make out a figure in the dark and thought it
was one of the gang members who had not fallen into a drunken stupour and
had come down to privately attack him in some way. What was he going to do
to him?  However he heard his name and realised with joy that it was Jack
from his own gang. Even though Jack had himself often tortured and raped
Brian, it was nothing compared to what this other gang had done or were
intending to do.

"Keep quiet, Brian mate. We can't afford to wake them up, there are a lot
more of them than us."

A torch beam lit up his face, covered with cum, piss and other slime.

"Shit mate, we will have to get you out of this."

Then Brian realised there was someone else in the cellar. It was Sean. The
gang had obviously sent the two smallest members. Sean had a bunch of keys
which he began trying in the padlock holding Brian's neck in place.

"They fell for the whisky" he whispered "thought they would, it had more
than whisky in it, should keep them quiet for a while but cannot make too
much noise in case some of them did not drink as much as needed. I managed
to find this bunch of keys, hope they are the one's we need. Ah that's it."

The padlock snapped open.

Sean undid the bolt and raised the trap door. They both reached down and
dragged Brian out of the hole. Slowly, in case the chains rattled. There
was another agonising search for a key to the padlock on the chain round
his legs.

"That will have to do, the rest can wait until we get away."

They lifted him up and, again reminding him to keep quiet, they almost
carried him up the stairs and crept past the sleeping gang. A few times he
stumbled which had them all stop and keep still, fearful of any noise
waking the gang members who would be delighted to now have 3 members of the
Blackhawks as their sex slaves but they slept on, the doctored whisky had
done its job.

Finally they got out the door and there was Jeff keeping watch. He lifted
Brian over his shoulder and they ran down the street. Brian could only
wonder at how he was so relieved to be hanging head first down the back of
the guy he now saw as his master and protector, although he could see below
him those huge boots which had been the source of so much pain but, as Jeff
ran, his face was slammed into that leather jacketed back he had come to
love.

Finally they rounded a corner and there was all the gang waiting with the
bikes. Jeff put Brian down but immediately grabbed his cock with one hand
in a vicious squeeze while the other hand gripped his neck and forced his
mouth onto his own, raping his throat madly with his tongue. Despite being
tortured Brian felt his cock swelling as he was crushed in this giant guy's
leathered embrace.

At last Jeff let him go and each of the other guys took their turn at
similarly showing how glad they were to have him back. Their affection was
overwhelming even if his cock was mashed by their vice like grips and his
mouth was filled with their saliva while the smell and feel of their
leather was intoxicating. They finally remembered his arms were still
chained and found the key to set him completely free.

Rick then ordered them to head for home but chillingly he said.

"You have all done a good job tonight but Brian needs to be taught a lesson
for fucking up. The cunt won't put us to this trouble again once he pays us
for the trouble he has caused."

As Brian mounted the bike behind Jeff and grabbed on tight for the ride
home, he could only wondered what that meant and what they had in store for
him.

He soon found out. When they got him back to their club house, they tied
him spread-eagle to the verandah posts, in a position he was now quite used
to be, and turned on the hose and began cleaning him up. They were in no
mood to be gentle, scrubbing his skin all over using a hard brush, water
and disinfectant. His skin was soon red raw. Then they tied him over the
bench and rigged up the enema bottle again with disinfectant. They were
going to remove all traces of the Rebel Rousers from both inside and
out. Only then would they mark him as their own property again.

Then suddenly the mood changed.

"How about we give him his birthday present early?" suggested Jack.

"Good idea" Rick replied.

Brian knew it was only a few days to his birthday but as the most junior
member, really the slave, of the gang he had not been expecting anything.

Jeff went into the clubhouse and when he returned he stood in front of
Brian and showed him the most beautiful sight.

In his hands he was holding a 2 piece leather suit but he quickly revealed
to Brian that it was more than that, it had been stitched so that it had a
double skin with leather both inside and out and was tailored to fit him
like a glove. They released him from the bench and the jeans were pulled on
reaching way above his waist, he could feel the leather lining gripping him
tight in its cool embrace. They were made with both laces and straps to
draw the leather even tighter around him but he soon realised two places
were open. First around his arse, his fuckhole was to be left available for
their belts and cocks and and secondly around his own cock and balls which
were left hanging out but the leather was fitted tightly right behind his
balls. Then the jacket was put on, zipped up and also laced tight. Again
there were holes revealing his nipples but the collar was of heavy leather
and wrapped close around his neck pushing his chin up.

His boots were put back on and zipped tight around his calves, tight gloves
were added and finally they put a leather hood on him which was also
leather lined and laced tight at the back. His eyes and mouth were left
open and he was dragged to a mirror so he could see that he had become a
thing of leather which he knew would be an item of overwhelming lust for
all the gang. Best of all, not only could he see this wonderful leather
creature and know it was him, he could feel the leather tightly embracing
and caressing his whole body. No wonder his cock stood out like a tent
pole.  Each of the gang hugged him tight with comments like.

"Fuckin hot man."

Then his legs were tightly bound with leather belts and his arms were
dragged behind his back and also strapped tight.  Finally they attended to
his balls which were separated by leather straps and another leather strap
was wrapped tightly around his erect cock to just below the head. His
leathered cock now jutted out from his body forming a useful handle for the
guys to hold.

Now he was a completely leather covered item of sex for the gang. It might
be his birthday present but he knew he was now theirs as well and a gift
they could enjoy every day and night of the year.

"Ok, you've got your gift but you still need to be punished for getting
caught." said Rick.

The gang leader always seemed to have nothing else on his mind but torture
and sex.

He grabbed Brian by the leathered handle created by his tightly strapped
cock and, throwing him over his shoulders, marched out to the punishment
shed, the building Brian always saw with a feeling of deep dread in his
stomach.

Once inside that building lined with chains, whips and other items of
torture, he was taken over to a strange metal contraption he had not seen
before.  First his neck was locked into a heavy iron collar attached to one
metal rod. They released his arms and legs from the leather straps but
immediately they were also locked by wrist and ankle into metal rings on
other rods. He soon realised that all these metal rods were connected to
the machine and that by just pushing buttons his body could be moved by the
machine into any position the operator desired. Jack had great fun in
moving Brian into all sorts of contorted positions. Brian feared his bones
could be broken or muscles ripped apart by this fearsome machine. Finally
it stopped moving so that Brian was bent double, his arms and legs forming
v-shapes from his head and his backside presented at waist height for the
tender ministrations of the gang.

Each gang member took his turn to stand in front of his face and having
removed his wide leather belt and doubled it up, presented it to his lips
for Brian to kiss before the guy then moved to his back and let fly 10
times on each arse. Then each one stepped back and using the full length of
the belt swung it up from below so that it thudded into his crack and then
swung up and whacked into his balls and in most cases the tip flicked
across his stretched and enlarged cock head. Brian's screams filled the
shed. This was his real punishment.

He knew the gang well enough to know these screams would be turning them on
and sure enough after the last one had finished the flogging, he saw Rick's
huge engorged cock in front of his face and immediately did as he was now
trained and opened his mouth to receive it as it was thrust viciously down
his throat. Rick grabbed Brian's leather covered head tightly in his huge
hands and pounded into him until with a mighty roar he flooded his man
juices down Brian's throat.

No sooner had he pulled out than the familiar giant cock of Jeff was forced
in and the whole scene repeated. Then the other 4 followed. Even before the
last two had taken their turns, Brian felt his sore arse being invaded by
Rick's tool, he always wondered how the leader could get it up again so
quickly. He seemed to have an endless supply of jism to feed into Brian's
poor body. Soon he felt Rick's cock spurting inside him as Mick's cum
joined the rest down his throat.  The other gang members were also able to
cum again and again and soon all six guys had filled both Brian's mouth and
arse and he was left hanging from the metal rods with the guy's juices
dripping out of both ends. With a slap on his butt from each of them, they
stomped out leaving him in the darkened shed. However despite the pain and
humiliation, Brian knew that he had been fully cleansed and retaken as the
property of the gang.

As so often before, it was Sean who finally returned and released him from
the machine. But even though he was always the gentlest gang member and
willing to use his nursing training to repair Brian's poor body, Brian was
well aware that this was only to keep him in available condition for the
next time the gang wanted him for their sadistic, leather crazed lusts.

Jack came and assisted Sean to carry Brian back to the house where the rest
of the gang were lazing around, as usual completely naked except for jacket
and boots and demolishing the contents of a crate of beer.

Brian was released from the leather birthday present which was carefully
hung up and he was again dressed like the others in his jacket and
boots. Although no longer necessary, he was reminded of his status in the
gang by leg irons bolted around his ankles and a thick leather collar round
his neck and finally leather wrist cuffs. All these items had rings
available to secure him in any way or place his masters might fancy.

However the afternoon was spent with Brian serving the guys in whichever
way they liked, from bringing them another beer to sucking a cock or
bending over a chair to be fucked. Finally the evening ended with him
wrapped in the leathered arms of Jeff, his legs pinioned by those mighty
boots as Jeff slowly and lovingly fucked him with his gigantic tool.

This made it all worthwhile and Brian knew that he would remain with the
gang and return each week for whatever treatment they could dish out. The
bondage, pain and sexual torture were all part of being accepted as a
member of the Blackhawks. Perhaps at the end of the year, his
apprenticeship would be over and like Mick he would become a full member
and take his turn at abusing and raping some new initiate. Brian was
surprised to find that his own cock was stirring at this thought.