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Another Sunday began by waking in the arms of his new owner, Jeff, and again Brian lay there quietly enjoying the sensation of those big arms, covered with leather, wrapped around him and almost longing for the moment, when Jeff would wake up and drag him outside, then fill him with the beer that had been circulating in his body throughout the night. Made him feel he was united with this big leather covered and booted biker.
Again he played his role by serving the gang their breakfast relieving both their physical and sexual needs. He cared for their boots either with his tongue or the polishing rag, as they ordered him, and in the case of his owner, Jeff, laced up all those 20 holes. He was proud to be able to make these guys look their best. That is why they kept him and that made him feel useful and a member of the gang.
After Brian had got their breakfasts, cared for their boots and cocks from his position at their feet and cleaned up, he was told to get dressed for the ride into town, to collect his own present. He was not sure whether he should be excited or afraid.
He rode in behind Jeff as usual but Sean and Jack came along as well. They pulled up in front of a tattoo parlor. When they took him inside, the owner put up the closed sign. The owner was a short fat bald guy wearing a leather vest, jeans and boots. He obviously also appreciated leather especially that worn by the hunky men who had just walked into his shop.
"Ah gentleman", he said "your new member is to be decorated and fixed and I will give you a discount if I can have some fun with him afterwards"
"That's the arrangement, Bill" replied Jeff.
The guys grabbed Brian and threw him on the work bench face first, strapping his arms and legs down with chains. He felt Bill get busy with his needles and before long he had the words `Property of the Black Hawks" in big ornate black letters between his shoulders with a hawk's head underneath. He could not see but was kept informed of what was occurring as Bill worked on him. Then "Property of Jeff" was written on his left buttock.
Sean and Jack helped turn him over and tie him down again and this time the piercing gun came out and before long rings had been placed through his nipples and then his cock was grabbed and soon he had a Prince Albert ring in his penis.
"Now my payment" said Bill, as the guys turned Brian back over onto his front again, chained him down and this time at least they slapped some crisco up his arsehole. With a sense of shock, he felt the tattooist clamber onto the bench and use his hands to spread his butt. He shoved one of his stubby fingers up Brian's chute then added 2 more and stretched Brian's hole as wide as he could.
"I like to hear them scream." was his comment and Brian could not help but comply.
He grabbed a long rubbery dildo from the shelf where he kept his tatooing and piercing instruments and it was shoved up, Brian's arse. He flicked a switched and soon it was vibrating and throbbing inside Brian's gut. Bill took delight in rotating it to provide greatest effect as Brian bucked against the chains especially when it hit his prostate. Finally having finished his games, Bill withdrew the dildo and shoved his very large thick cock in its place. He began to pound in and out savagely. Brian was used to the feeling now but he felt violated as the gang were letting a stranger fuck him as if he was just a commodity for sale.
Bill took quite a while pounding into Brian's badly abused hole but eventually he came squirting and yelling and finally he clambered off and slapped Brian's butt hard.
"OK Gents that bit of fun gives you a discount."
He took some cash off Jeff and then Brian was unchained and told to get dressed. It was in a state of shock that he climbed back on the bike behind Jeff and was taken home.
He and his presents were shown off to the other guys who had remained back at the house but Sean reminded them that some care would be needed for the rest of the day if the money they had spent wasn't to be wasted. By the time next week came around, they should be able to have their fun with him again.
"Plenty of other fuckin ways we can have our fun with him until his tits and cock heal." was Mick's comment.
However the day was comparatively quiet, they left him chained on the verandah while they worked on their bikes or lounged around drinking. He was still used as a piss hole. When one of them came over and used that term, he knew to get into a kneeling position and open his mouth wide. However when Mick came over and said.
"Get ready, cuntface."
He knew it would not be piss but cum he would be swallowing as a cock was shoved into his mouth. He must get his tongue to work, massaging the tool and exploring the slit until Mick came down his throat and his sexual needs were satisfied for the time being. However Mick was only one of six but Tony was the only other of the gang to actually face fuck him that afternoon.
Soon it was time and he was unchained and the heavy metal ball ring was locked back on. He was told to put his tee and jeans on and climb up behind Jeff on his bike. He was taken back to his ordinary life in town for another week. Now it was not just the weight on his nuts but also the rings on his tits and cock and the tattoos on his back and bum that told him his life had been completely changed.