Enslaving the Renegade Chapter 8: New Role Evan Andrews, 2020
This is a fan fiction. The story is based on one that appeared in a 1984 issue of the magazine First Hand. That story was only 3 pages long, but I enjoyed it so that I decided to expand it and recast it in the universe of Renegade, starring Lorenzo Lamas. The story should in no way be considered a true representation of the true sexuality of either the actor or his character. And if you figure out who I was thinking of when I wrote certain characters back in the 90's, the same applies to them too.
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Reno slowly came to the surface out of dreams filled with huge, pulsating cocks to feel skilled lips wrap themselves around his dick. The scent of a man's crotch was just over his face. The biker sex slave never even opened his eyes but reached out and grabbed hold of the cock that was now brushing over his bearded lips. He directed the head into his mouth and fell into a languid early morning sixty-nine with the unknown man.
As Reno slowly thrust in and out of the eager mouth, while chowing down on his own special piece of man candy, he felt the bed start to shake and heard someone give a muffled sigh of passion off to his right. He pressed on the thigh that blocked his view, and the man above him raised his leg on that side so that Reno could look over and see his most recent slave trainee, Seth, lying flat on his stomach, his legs akimbo and his white ass round and inviting. He was being mounted by a small, brown-skinned man with long, black hair. The brown man was on his knees between Seth's milky thighs, the head of his dick already in the boy's ass. He watched intently as his cock slid into Seth's ass. The curtain of his hair hid his face, but when he was fully sunk into the boy's butt, he threw his head back, tossing the hair out of his face. Reno recognized the hunk as Marcelo, who had fucked him by the pool that one night.
For a moment Reno was confused. He didn't remember Marcelo from the night before, but then the leg came back down, locking Reno's head back into cock-sucking. The cock he was working on was not really overly long or thick, but the man's fuckmeat was beautifully proportioned, and the balls at the base of the shaft were nicely sized and rolled seductively over his nose. The full, plum-sized head of the cock fit his mouth perfectly, and he made love to that sensitive knob every way he knew how.
The man sucking his cock suddenly swallowed him down to the root of his shaft and, Reno's throat went slack long enough for the man on top to thrust his own cock deep into the biker's throat. Reno gagged on the thick meat and tried to push the man's crotch back, but instead the man pushed further into his throat and forced those muscles to accommodate him. Reno's throat convulsed around the cock for a moment, and after that the two men sucked and fucked each other's faces with a mounting fury. The moans and rocking of the bed told Reno that something similar was going own between Marcelo and Seth.
A growl started to grow in Reno's throat as he felt his cock getting ready to shoot. Just past his nose, he saw the other man's balls start to draw up. He was close to cumming too. Reno brought his right hand around the man's furry thigh and stuck his fingers into his mouth, rubbing them against the insistent meat that was ramming his throat, teasing it with a new sensation.
When there was enough spit on his fingers, he raised them up and, as he separated the furry ass cheeks with his left hand, snaked the slick fingers into the guy's asshole. The man speared him again with his cock, but Reno zeroed in on his prostate and felt the man go stiff as his cock began to unload in Reno's mouth. Ass muscles pulsed around his fingers, and the guy pulled his cock out of Reno's mouth. He shot the rest of his cum into Reno's beard while the biker teased out the last drops of sperm with his tongue.
The scent of oddly familiar jism in his nostrils pushed Reno over the edge, triggering his own orgasm, and, as he arched his pelvis up off the bed, his cocksucker pulled off of Reno's spewing cock, grasping the long dick by the base and milking out his load to run down the length of his shaft.
The man licked the hot cum from Reno's cock and his fingers and then rolled off of Reno to fall back into the covers. Reno lay still for a few moments, feeling the slow post-orgasmic satisfaction run through his muscles, then he turned his head to one side and watched the grand finale of Marcelo fucking Seth's ass.
Those two had been getting more and more ferocious in their coupling, Marcelo bucking to try to get as much of his dick into Seth's sweet ass as he possibly could, and Seth meeting each thrust with equal intensity. Finally, Marcelo threw his head back as he drove home and sent his load screaming into Seth's hot ass. Seth's face was buried in the pillows, but Reno could tell from the stiffness in his shoulders and the quivering in his pelvis that he too was unloading his cum, into the bedsheets.
Marcello fell on top of Seth for a minute or so, breathing hard and then rolled over, carrying Seth with him so that they both faced Reno. At the same time, Reno's cocksucker turned around so that he was facing the big biker.
This was the man that Seth had been marathon blowing for most of the night before. Up close Reno could see that he was young, not much older than Seth was really, with short, dirty-blond hair, deep, penetrating, blue-grey eyes and that sexy stubble of beard on his jaw. He bent down over Reno's face and as their lips met, he used his tongue to feed Reno's cum back into his own mouth. He then pulled back and licked his own cum from Reno's beard and tongued that sperm into Reno's mouth as well.
The two men then fell into a long, deep kiss. Reno relished the unusual feeling of their two beards rubbing over one another and the warmth of the man's mouth as Reno tongue-swabbed it, searching for even more of his cum.
Marcelo and Seth applauded from the far side of the bed. The young master broke their kiss and rolled Reno over on his side to face the other two, snuggling up close behind him and wrapping his arms around Reno's muscular body. They all lay this way for a while, but at length, Reno looked over his shoulder into his cock-sucking master's eyes.
"Sir," he said hesitantly.
"Jared," the young man corrected, "And Marcelo you know, and Seth I believe you were training, right?"
"And training damned well," Marcelo added, smiling, as he licked Seth's ear.
"Jared," Reno tried out the name, "What am I?"
"You are mine," Jared said simply, "And Marcelo's, and Seth is ours as well, and yours."
Reno tried to take this in.
"I don't understand," he said simply.
"Hmm, well," Jared said, "You're thinking in terms of what you've experienced here. Men come to Torres to buy stable whores, or personal fuck-boys? Sexual toys, right?"
Reno nodded.
"Yes."
"Well, we didn't want just anyone. We had higher standards to meet. Truth be told, we were waiting for you specifically to come up. We knew you would eventually," Jared said, "And when you did, we acted."
"But how...?" Reno asked.
"All it took was knowing your old boss, Sixkiller," Marcelo told him.
Reno stared at Marcelo and then over his shoulder at Jared with a questioning look on his face.
"Marcelo's right," the young man said, "Bobby Sixkiller was playing you towards this, probably from the day he first met you. You thought he was your friend, and he made use of that."
"Not Bobby," Reno said.
"Yes, Bobby," Marcelo told him.
"Sixkiller's quite a piece of work, you see," Jared said to Reno, "He's a showoff. He gets things to prove to people how successful he is. That's why he's so flashy. He took you because having you with him made him look good. Otherwise, you'd have been so deep in a California prison you'd never see daylight again. He's used you prominently for some years now, but think, how long does Sixkiller keep a pair of shoes? He's always looking for the next thing to make him look big. Somehow at some time he decided that he could get more out of you by selling your ass to Torres. They're old friends, I think you noticed, and Torres jumped at the chance. We heard about it and put down our bid then and there."
Reno shook his head. He didn't want to believe it, but when he looked back over the past few years, he could see how Jared's interpretation could stand up.
"God damn him," Reno swore.
Seth looked up.
"What about me? How do I fit into this?" he asked.
Marcelo laughed and said, "Don't take this wrong, caro, but you were a freebie."
Seth made a face at him.
"No, you see, we bid, and we paid a lot in advance to make sure that our bid for Reno was the highest," Marcelo told him, "Most of the guys there last night thought they might have a shot at picking him up. He's got a reputation in certain circles now as you might guess, but Torres knows better than to cheat us that way, although he's been putting us off for a while now. I have to admit that we're getting a better deal because of it. Torres kept Reno as a trainer long enough for him to pull that scene over Jimmy. Then Torres called me, and I was able to convince him it was time for us to take possession. Oh, and Reno, you're absolutely right by the way. Torres using cops to supply him with boys is just begging for trouble. You're better off out of it. Well, we convinced Torres last night that Seth was probably damaged goods too, seeing all the time Reno'd been spending with him. He was so paranoid that he'd have either had to retrain from scratch and risk upsetting his precious routine, or he could accept our offer to take the damaged goods off his hands."
"Damaged goods," Seth muttered, but Marcelo ran a calming hand through the young man's hair
"And besides," he said, "I've always had a thing for sexy red-heads."
"But there's more to you, Seth, than that," Jared said, "Just like there's more to Reno. That's why we decided to get you out of here. I am sorry, though, that you had to go through Torres' `graduation ceremony', Reno. You may not have known, but most of Torres' boys before you got here went though something very much like that. Starting with Jeremy, you broke the mold. You did him one on one, and even breaking him, you didn't intentionally demean him the way Torres does with his graduations."
"So, we're your fuck-boys now?" Reno asked.
"Partners would be the better word," Jared said, and then he reached around and stroked the biker's long cock, which hardened again.
Across the bed, Marcelo slid a finger into Seth's mouth and turned the red-head's face towards him.
"But would being our sex slaves be that bad?" Jared asked.
Reno sighed as the young, sure hand caressed his rigid meat. His straight days were definitely long behind him now, and he abandoned himself to the feeling in his cock and then on his throat as Jared proceeded to kiss him.
He watched as Marcelo slowly raised Seth's leg and slid his cock back into the boy's cum-slick asshole. Then Jared was raising Reno's own leg to expose his ass, and Reno reached down to direct Jared's dick into him. Jared and Marcelo began to rock, sliding their dicks in and out of their boys' asses. Reno and Seth rocked in time to their masters' thrusts and reached out towards one another, wrapping a hand around the other's cock and jacking each other off at the same time.
The sex this time was slower, more leisurely, more loving. Jared and Marcelo didn't just use their boys' bodies; they made love to them. Eventually though all four men shot their loads. Jared and Marcello were buried to the hilt in sweet ass when their cocks erupted. Reno and Seth then coaxed each other's loads to come roaring out into their hands.
Reno raised his hand to his mouth and was licking Seth's cum off his fingers when Jared said, "This is great, but it's enough fucking for now. We need to get on the road. There's work to do, and I just want us out of here."
They crawled off the bed and into the shower. Reno and Seth washed every inch of their master's bodies and then their own. When they came out, they found clean, pressed clothes waiting for them. The clothes that Reno had worn the day he arrived at Torres' ranch were hanging across a rack. A studded leather collar was hanging there too, and two cock-rings lay on the dresser.
Jared picked up the collar and fastened it around Reno's neck.
"It looks good there, at least for now. When we get home it may come off, but right now I want you in it if only for Torres' sake."
Then he snapped the leather ring around the base of Reno's cock and balls while Marcelo fastened a plain collar around Seth's neck and the second cock ring around the red-head's cock and balls.
"Let's get dressed and get out of here," Jared said, and the four men pulled on their clothes.
Downstairs in front of the ranch, they found a limousine waiting next to Reno's motorcycle. The big machine was waxed and ready to go.
Neither Torres nor Malik was anywhere to be seen. Reno looked up at the house. Through an open window on the second floor he faintly heard a young male voice begging someone to fuck his punk asshole, then a cry as the boy was penetrated.
"Reno," Jared said, interrupting Reno's reverie, "We're heading for the airport, then home. Then we'll put your jack-of-all-trades talents to real work. You ready?"
"Sure thing, boss," Reno said, frowning up at the window.
The other three men noticed and listened to the sounds of passionate sex.
"Let it go, Reno," Seth said.
"He's right," Jared said, shaking his head, "There's nothing you can do."
Reno looked Jared in the eyes until the young man added, "At least not for now."
Marcelo and Jared climbed into the limo after Seth, and Reno kicked the Harley into life. They drove down the drive and out of the gate.
Looking back over his shoulder at the ranch, Reno reflected that Bobby Sixkiller had managed to rob his last few years of much meaning with his betrayal. So much had changed since Bobby had decided to discard him, so much about himself, but at least. Reno had some sort of future to look forward to with Jared and Marcelo.
They got out onto the main road, and Reno pulled around to take point. The old thrumming power of the bike played through Reno's cock and balls, and they strained against the leather cockring. Reno sat higher in the seat, with more command than he had felt in quite a while evident in his posture.
"It's not a bad beginning," he thought.
Together, they roared into the day.