Date: Mon, 7 Jan 2013 22:36:49 -0800 (PST) From: Oreguy Subject: In Back of the Bar Part 3 (beastiality) This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of real people is purely coincidental. You must be over 18 to read this story. If you are offended by male/male sex, under 18 year old sex, or sex with dogs, please do not read this story. Donate to nifty at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. They spend a lot of time, money, and resource keeping this awesome service going for free! Show em some love! ____________________________________________________________________ In Back of the Bar Part 3 The commotion from the boys coming in the room barely affected John as he continued processing the events of the last 20 minutes. Tonka made his way back over to the man bound on the bench and began liking his face earnestly. John looked at the handsome chocolate lab and felt something stir inside of him that he had never considered before. He was, for the lack of a better term, thankful to Tonka for being such a gentle and sweet lover. "Look at this boys, Tonka's really taken with his new bitch," Biker beamed out. Biker looked at John and watched as the bound man used his head to nuzzle to the lab and smiled to himself. Tonka was a sweet boy who had taken a particular liking to the new bitch and the new bitch was nuzzling into the loving dog. At that moment, Biker almost considered just making the bitch Tonka's. "You aint goin soft on the bitch are you, Marcus," one of the men called out to Biker with a snicker. "You aint gonna go all fag on us now are you and fall in love with the bitch?" The smile fell from Biker's face and his brow furrowed and walked over to the greasy looking man with a long thick beard. Biker squared his shoulder's and walked deliberately towards him and the room went quiet. "What I do is none of your concern, Earl. And if you prize the last two teeth in your fucking skull, you'll keep your worthless hole shut." The few men that stood beside Earl moved away from him looking at the ground. Earl took a look at the men leaving him and he turned his head to the side and spit. "Fuck you, Marcus. Fuck you and your fucking sick..." Before Earl could get the rest of his words out, Biker parked his fist square in the jaw of Earl. Earl hit the ground hard with a thud and blood coming from inside his mouth. As his head cracked on the concrete floor, a tooth flew out of his mouth. Either Earl was out cold or he was smart enough to not move at that point. Biker was ready to hammer his face and remove the one tooth that was left in Earl's mouth. Through the ordeal, sweet Tonka stood between the action and John and the hair rose on his neck. He walked up next to Biker and growled at the body of Earl on the ground. Tonka was faithful and loyal and even though the greasy man was on the ground, Tonka was ready to defend his Master and his new bitch. His teeth were barred and brilliant white. Biker turned and looked at the rest of the men who were extremely quiet. John looked around the room and knew immediately that no man was going to stand up against Biker. The room was a deadly quiet and it was at that moment, John almost felt glad that he couldn't move. In a low and settled voice, Biker stated calmly, "Any one else want to make a crack? Anyone else want to take a ride?" John was certain there wouldn't be a peep or a noise from any of the men. Tonka left the non moving Earl and went back and sat between his Master and John. Tonka leaned over and licked John's face once as if to say, "Don't worry, no one's going to mess with us." The silence was broken by a biker with black chaps and a bandana on his head. "Fuck, Marcus. You know ole Earl's had a grudge against you since you took over," the man said with a slight tremble in his voice. "But you know none of us has a problem with you bro." Biker looked around at the men and each one of them raised their heads and nodded silently at Biker. John could tell they were all communicating their loyalty to Biker without saying a word. John relaxed a bit and let his hand rest on the neck of John and gave it a bit of a squeeze. John went limp under the man's big hand and dropped his head. This wasn't lost on Biker, but he didn't lose his concentration on looking at his boys. "I want you boys to watch this closely." Biker knelt down and rubbed Tonka's head. Tonka's tail wagged back and forth behind him and licked his Master's hand once. Biker put his hand under John's chin and lifted it up and looked him in the eye's with a dark piercing look that was also comforting and in control. Biker reached behind John's neck and untied the bandana that was being used for a gag. John had forgotten it was there. As the cloth came off, red marks were visible on John's face and around the corner's of his mouth. He stretched his jaw involuntarily and licked at his chapped lips, never losing eye contact with Biker. "I know your name is, John," Biker stated cooly tossing the bandana over near the still limp body of Earl. John didn't say anything and continued looking at Biker for a clue of where this was going. "I also know where you live. I looked at your drivers license." John could read Biker's eye's. His eye's were so expressive. Biker was saying all of this for the sake of his boys and to see what reaction he would provoke from John. There was again no malice of hatred or meanness in Biker's eyes. Biker didn't need to be mean. No man in the room was going to stand up to him and the one man who sort of did was still unconscious on the ground. Biker's hand rubbed John's neck as they continued to look at one another and Biker let a smile creep over his face. "If I were to untie you, John, would you leave me?" John tried to speak and found it difficult. His mouth and throat were dry. He shook his head and squeaked out a quiet, "No." One of the biker's had enough sense to go get a glass of water and handed it to Biker who smiled and nodded and tilted the cold glass to John's lips. John tried to swallow the cold liquid as quickly as he could and felt some fall outside his mouth and travel down his chin. It was cold and felt good on his hot skin and hot throat. John dropped his head and took in a deep breath and let out a deeper cough. John raised his head with a sure confidence. "I would not leave. I would ask you what I would need to do to stay." John now began to shiver hearing the words coming from his mouth. He never in his life thought he would be in the back of a bar, tied down, dog fucked, drugged, and asking how he could continue. "Those are pretty words, John. But are you ready to prove them to be true?" Again Biker's voice was calm and assuring. There was no sense of hesitation or uncertainty in his voice. John knew that wasn't so much a question to John as a statement of intent. "Yes. How must I prove it?" John did not even notice the other men in the room. At that moment, it was simply himself, Biker, and Tonka and John wanted to stay with them both. His voice was smooth and calm as Biker's except for the slight tremble in his body. "Are you queer, John?" Although this seemed an odd question to most, John knew exactly what Biker was getting at and knew the answer he must give. "It doesn't matter what I am anymore because I belong to you." The smile on Biker's face spread quickly and his eyes lit up again. His strong hand traced behind John's ear and John laid his head into the massive hand. "That's a good boy," Biker said quietly and the men smiled at each other. Biker stood up and turned and looked to his boys. "I don't care if John is a man or not. How many of your bitches can answer that question with such conviction?" The men all looked around at one another and some appeared confused by the question. "Tommy, how long you and your old lady been together," Biker asked. "Hell man, maybe a year or so," Tommy answered rubbing a gloved hand over his brow. "Do you think she would say she belongs to you or you belong to her?" "Fuck man. You know her. She's like trying to wrestle a greased up pig. Can't get her to settle down." "That's my point. Does it matter if this a dude or a chick? Does this kind of devotion carry a gender on the back of your bike?" John could tell that Biker was using him as an object lesson making a point. Earl began to stir and move around on the ground regaining consciousness. Biker walked over, with Tonka sitting by John and not losing his focus on the group of men but could keep his eye on his Master should he need him, and stuck his hand out to help Earl up. Earl used his sleeve to wiped the blood off his mouth and grabbed the hand and stood up. His eyes were filled with anger but did not act on it. Earl walked over to the group of men and stood by them as Biker looked back to the group. "I know some of you had an issue when I took over as leader of the group knowing I take on both gender's for my bitch. This is the first time you've seen me take on a dude in the breeding bench." John tried taking this information all in. John was the first guy that had been put on the bench. John was the first man to capture the attention of Biker. John wanted to laugh at the absurdity of his position being tied down to the bench, his cock locked up, and being the first male Biker was breaking in, in front of his boys at least. Mostly though, he swelled with pride. "Tell me, Earl. What would it take for you to accept my new bitch as part of us," Biker asked the man earnestly. Earl looked at John and then to Biker. He knew Biker well enough to know his answer wouldn't get his last tooth knocked out if he answered with some respect. Truth was, Earl didn't mind fucking fags. He always thought fags took his cock better down their throat than most women. They could take a hard pounding in their asses where most women shied away. Earl's problem came from the leader of their group having a fag for a bitch and what that would mean to their reputation. Biker crossed his thick arms and stared at Earl waiting patiently for Earl to answer him. Some of the other boys felt similar to Earl and knew that this was Earl's chance to take the group back from Biker. The code of their group was strong and they would stay aligned with Biker, but they were hoping that Earl would fox his way back to being the leader of the group. "Let me ask you a question, Marcus. Are you willing to step down as leader if your new bitch can't prove to be better than any of our real bitches?" A few quite smiles fell over the faces of a few men in the group. They knew that Biker wouldn't say no to the challenge. They also knew that Earl was a conniving son of a bitch and had a trick up his sleeve. Biker's mouth curled and let out a low growl. "I mean, come on bro. If you're so certain this is your main bitch, shouldn't you let the bitch either prove you or ruin you?" Earl's mouth curled in a disgusting and disfigured smile that was full of midnight demons. John, for the first time, was truly scared. He knew that he went from object lesson to challis that was being thrown down. More importantly, this was all new ground for John. He knew that his life had changed. But he also was aware of the sexual prowess of some of the biker women and what they could do. He raised his head up slightly to see Biker's body tense and his chest puff out. "You got yourself a deal, Earl," Biker said elongating Earl's name into,"Errellll." "What's the game?" Earl stepped forward and wiped the remaining blood from his swollen mouth. He purposefully kept silent as he took a few steps forward and simply said, "Tank." The boys' silence was broke and John could hear their voices raising. "That's not fair! No one's taken Tank." "If Marcus thinks his bitch is so good, then it shouldn't be an issue." "It's not a fair wager." "Too fucking bad, he's already said he'd take it up" The voices were loud and John looked at the silent and tall body of Biker that had not moved an inch. Biker stared at Earl and Earl stared back. They were the only two men that weren't talking. "Marcus, it's not a fair game," Tommy called out. Earl raised his hand and the men went silent. "Do you accept or step aside, Marcus?" Earl slyly cooed. John thought Earl looked like a demon with blood coming from his mouth and down his beard. His face had no sign of compassion or care in it. Biker looked down to John. John looked up with steady and confident eyes. He didn't know what "Tank" meant, but he knew it must mean something fairly serious if no one had taken it before. Biker raised an eyebrow at John and John slowly nodded his head up and down. Biker turned and looked at Earl and took a step forward. "And when my bitch takes, Tank? What do I get from you and," Biker looked at the men in the group he knew were more aligned with Earl, "yours?" Biker's statement dripped with sarcasm when he said, "yours." It was the first time John heard any type of forced tones out of Biker and he didn't like the sound of it. John also was concerned and thinking about what Tank was. Tonka leaned over and casually put his head on John's neck. Earl had not considered that Biker would actually call his bluff. Nor did he expect that Biker would counter his offer throwing down his own gauntlet. Tommy snickered under his breath and crossed his arms. Tommy was one of Biker's best friends and knew that Biker had now changed the game back on Earl. "We accept your bitch, we ride with you with pride, and," Earl looked over to his group of guys and gave a pleading look of the unknown, "we never challenge you again. Fuck. It doesn't matter, Marcus. You know this bitch can't handle, Tank. Just save your faggot and yourself and step aside man." Everyone, including Earl, heard the desperation in the last part of his statement. Biker smiled knowing he had Earl over the barrel. Biker motioned to Tommy with his head and Tommy moved out of the crowd and headed out the door. The men began to make wagers on the upcoming action and Biker looked at Earl looking rather uncomfortable and uneasy. Biker turned slowly and knelt down in front of John and his smile appeared to be a little thin and not as assured. Biker began to speak to John in a hushed voice so that only John and Tonka could hear him. "Look, John. Now's the time to back out if you're going to do it. This is not going to be easy and I have a lot riding on you. But, you have to be here and do this because you need it in your soul." Biker's eyes were warm and caring. More importantly, John could tell there was genuine concern and compassion in them. The emotions flooded John strongly as he remained tied down to the bench. His body was tired and sore. He could walk away from all of this and never come back. He could go back to his life and try to forget the whole ordeal. Or, he could stay and honor this beautiful and massive man. "Do you really want me to be your bitch so badly that you'd risk your reputation?" John whispered and looked into Biker's eyes. Biker reached his hand out and touched John's face softly and then tugged on the collar around John's neck. "I've never put a collar on a bitch before." Biker tugged on the collar and looked at it. He had a far away look in his eye that melted John's heart. "Then I guess I better honor my man and be the bitch he needs me to be." John couldn't believe he was saying all of this and yet, it seemed like the most natural conversation he had ever had. His heart was pounding and his soul was vibrating with need to belong to this man. "You don't know what you're signing up for, John." Biker replied softly and tenderly. "I don't need to. I have never wanted anything this much, Biker." Biker looked up and raised an eyebrow. "My name is Marcus," Marcus said with a questioning sound in voice. "Biker and his bitch has a better sound to it, don't you think?" John said with a coy smile. Biker let out a loud laugh that startled the men behind him and they looked over to see what was so funny that would make Biker laugh so loudly at such a critical moment. So many reputations were riding on the line here on an unproven bitch and a hunch from their leader. Biker leaned forward and gently kissed John on the lips. John let out a moan and a whimper and kissed back ever so slightly. His skin began to vibrate feeling Biker's large hand move down his back. "I want to do this for you," John whispered out looking Biker in the eye. Biker was about to say something when Tommy showed up at the door. Tommy had the largest dog John had ever seen. John knew right away that this was Tank. John's eye's shot open in fear as he saw the massive dog that at the shoulder had to have been at least three feet tall. He looked to biker. "Tank is a Neapolitan Mastiff and Great Dane mix. He weighs about 210lbs. Do you want to back out now, John?" Biker asked looking deeply into the terrified eyes of John. John began to shake and opened his mouth to answer Biker when Tank started pulling on the leash towards John. "I will do this for you, Biker. I have to," John said quietly. What John did next not only surprised himself, he surprised everyone in the room, including Biker. John spoke loudly. "Please, Sir. Can I please be the bitch that takes Tank and secure my place as yours for now and forever, Sir? Please, Sir. I need it." Biker whispered, "That's my boy." While looking John in the eye, biker said to Tommy, "Let Tank go and take Tonka out. He's not going to like this one bit." John heard the snap of Tank's leash being unhooked and watched as Tonka was being taken from the room barking and pulling. Tonka knew what was coming and didn't want his new bitch hurt or bred to another dog. "You're gonna need some of this baby," Biker said as he put the popper bottle to John's nose. John took a long pull from the bottle and resolved himself that he was going to be able to do this as Tank approached him from behind. Tank padded his large frame over to John's tied down body that was shaking visibly. Other than the sound on Tonka barking in the back, there wasn't a sound. Tank went to his Master and looked up at him. Biker obliged the dog and patted his head and rubbed his ear. "Go on you massive son of a bitch, get yourself some pussy," Biker said to the dog without the warm sound that he used with Tonka. As Tank's massive framed turned, John could see Tank's massive balls. Each was plum sized and hung low. For the first time, John questioned if he had made the right decision and shook the doubt out of his mind. "Mind over matter," John said to himself. Biker stood back and watched as Tank slowly walked to the backside of the bitch and gave a sniff. He could smell the load that was inside of the bitch that was left by Tonka. He let his massive tongue swipe across John's pussy and let out a loud moan. His tongue was long, wide, and felt strong. John dropped his head and whimpered loudly as the tongue began working open his pussy and began twitching around Tank's massive tongue. Tonka had done a good job of opening his hole enough that Tank was able to get his tongue inside the wet and twitching hole of John. Almost immediately, John's caged cock tried to grow but felt it pull on his balls and let out a frustrated groan knowing he wasn't going to be able to achieve what his body wanted to do. The stream of pre-cum started flowing feeling Tank's tongue working his cunt. "Let him open you up bitch," Biker barked out which caused John to look up at Biker's strong face. The warmth started deep inside his pussy and quickly radiated out to every nerve in his body as he started having a pussygasm. John couldn't breathe as the orgasm racked his body with intense pleasure. Tank sensing, and tasting, the orgasm increased the assault with his tongue driving it in deeper and longer. "Marcus, looks like your bitch has Tank really going. Never seen him try to get his whole tongue in a cunt before," Tommy said in a state of amazement. Biker looked at Tommy, smiled, and put his finger to his mouth for the "shh" symbol. No one, including Biker, wanted to interrupt Tank from what he was doing. Tank's tongue came out John's pussy and lapped at John's balls and back up to his quivering hole. This continued for a solid 5 minutes until John screamed out, "Mount me you son of a bitch!" Biker smiled and folded his arms. Earl looked worried and with good reason. Tank had never spent so much time opening up a bitch. But no matter how much he opened John up, Earl still knew that Tank was going to have a hard time knotting the bitch. "So what? Tank likes licking his ass. No way he's open enough to take him all the way in," Earl growled out. "Be careful, Earl. You're starting to sound like you've already lost. Now shut up and let them get on with it," Biker growled at Earl. Earl considered saying something back until he say a flash of black fur as Tank jumped up on John's back. Tank hopped up on John and John felt like he was going to be crushed by the massive dog. The breeding bench gave a low groan with the added weight. Tank's cock had started coming out the massive furry sheath and started squirting pre-cum all over the bitch's ass and cunt. John could feel the warmth of the pre-cum and was amazed at the sheer volume that was being sprayed on his ass. It felt like Tank was pissing on him. The first few jabs of Tank's cock missed their mark and jammed into John's ass and once to his balls. John let out a muffled yell. "FUCK. Get your cock in my cunt you mother fucker," John yelled out. Tank could hear the frustration in John's voice and tightened his grip around John's waist. He bounced around on his hind legs and lined his cock up, like he could understand what John was saying. Then with a mighty thrust, Tank sank his cock deep into the wet pussy of the bitch which sent a scream out of John's mouth. "He's in," Biker said under his breath and shifted on his legs. A few of the men could be quietly heard saying, "Fuck that bitch!" Once Tank sank in John, he steadied himself, pulled back and rammed John hard. Another scream came from John's mouth. He could tell that this was the largest cock he had ever had in him and was stretching his aching hole. What scared John the most was knowing his cock wasn't done growing and the knot was even present yet. Tank wasn't worried about the bitch and began to ram his large mottled cock deeper in the bitch feeling the cunt spasm and massage his massive cock. His balls were banging into John's which caused John to make more pre-cum but soon, his balls were aching from the brutal assault. Tank settled into a steady rhythm of his fucking and John was certain that the cock was going to come out of his throat. After Tank's cock grew past John's second inner ring, the pain was less and he beginning to enjoy the full feeling his pussy was getting. It was still massively painful, but the pain was mixed with the pussgasms he was having. "Holy Shit," Tommy let out. "Tank's really fucking your bitch, Marcus." Biker didn't reply. He was focused on John and John's expressions. He could see that John was getting into Tank's cock, but he knew enough to know that soon Tank was going to want full access to the bitch's cunt with his knot. Biker was worried. Biker took a few steps forward towards John and Tank let out a low growl without stopping his pounding of his bitches cunt. "It's ok boy. I'm not going to interfere. This is your bitch to mate, bud." Biker took another step forward and Tank growled again. He wasn't used to growling at his Master and it was more out of instinct than anything. Tank leaned down and took John's neck in his massive jaw and closed his mouth around him. Biker slowly bent down and unscrewed the cap of the poppers and started moving towards John's face. "What the fuck you doing," Earl cried out. "No fucking cheating!" "Shut your face Earl! When your bitch tried you fed enough poppers for all of us," Tommy growled out. Biker didn't turn and confront Earl. He barely even heard what Earl had to say. He was focused on John. He knew Tank wasn't going to hurt John with his jaw around his neck. It was just an instinct to keep the bitch from getting away. Tank kept pounding away at John's stretched and sore pussy. The pussygasm's were frequent and strong. John looked Biker in the eye and whimpered and was thankful for the brown bottle. Even through the pleasure, John knew what was coming and with as full as he felt now, he knew that once Tank decided to knot, it was going to be bad. John began sniffing the bottle when the knot began knocking at John's pussy. John's eye's shot open and Biker continued to feed the poppers to John. John nodded his head at Biker and Biker knew he needed to step back. John could feel the pressure of the knot starting to stretch his cunt open just as the poppers began taking affect. Tank gave a huge thrust and the scream John let out could be heard out in the parking lot of the Last Resort. He felt his ass tear and rip as the massive knot pierced through him. His head thrashed about feeling the bulb disappear inside of his ass. Tank gave a tug back but the knot was coming out. They were tied together. "Tank's knotted him," Biker said without taking his eye's off of his bitch. He finally smiled even though the tears were streaming down his face. The boys let out a huge noise and broke ranks and walked behind. They wanted to verify that indeed Tank was knotted to the bitch. They had never seen Tank actually knot and wanted to see what it looked like. Biker gave some more poppers to John who's face was bright red and tear stained. John could feel the knot begin to grow inside of him rapidly. Tank's assault continued. He was fucking this bitch for all she was worth. He could felt the tight spasms around his knot and that only encouraged him to fuck deeper and harder. John could feel his ass expanding with the knot. He was also aware, and thankful that Tonka's load and the massive amount of pre-cum Tank made was keeping the knott moving inside of him. This only increased the amount of pussygasm's and the now cloudy fluid coming out of his cock. Tank was literally fucking the cum out of him. "Tank popped this bitches cherry good," one of the biker's said in amazement. "He didn't split her open too much." Tank's fucking slowed as his knott became too big for him to fuck much, which made John's breathing easier. Suddenly, John's eye's shot open and he let out a whimper and cry that sounded joyous. "Tank's filling you full of his puppies, isn't he bitch," Biker asked of John. John, barely able to talk cried out, "Fill me full of your puppies you massive cock stud!" Another wave of hooping and hollering broke out hearing John's proclamation. Biker didn't stand and stayed down on John's level as Tank finally let go of John's neck. His neck had red pin pricks from the teeth and Biker could see that Tank indeed had broke the skin slightly in places. "One last obstacle babe and there's nothing I can do to stop it," Biker whispered to John. John looked confused and then realized, Tank was going to turn on him. As if Tank was reading John's mind, he began to lift his leg. John could feel the knot begin to turn deep inside of him and pull at the tender flesh and gritted his teeth. "Just a few seconds more," John tried to tell himself. The seconds felt like hours and he finally lost the battle and screamed out one last time as Tank finished the turn. Biker put his hand on John's neck and smiled and quietly said, "I knew you'd do it for me when you walked in the bar." Biker stood up with his hand still on John's neck. He looked at the men and beamed a smile. "Any fucking questions Earl?" John started to feel the pulsing of Tank's knot and he let out a scream of happiness and joy as he was having pussygasms in time with Tank's squirting cock. Earl looked at the knotted bitch and up to Biker and took a step forward with his hand stretched out. "I'll follow you wherever you ride you bad ass mother fucker." Earl looked at John one more time and said, "And with our lives we will defend your bitch." The two men gave a quick handshake and a hug. Earl looked at Biker and then at John and said, "May I?" Biker nodded his head knowing what Earl wanted to do. Earl bent down and felt John's lower abdomen and could feel the knott and when it was pulsing. "Goddamn. That thing is fucking massive, bro." Biker smiled as Tommy stepped up and whispered into Biker's ear, "Unlock the wheels or your bitch is going to be pulled apart." Biker and Tommy let the brakes off the wheels of the bench just as Tank took a step forward. The pressure sent an electric pulse through John's body and he spasmed around the tight knot in his cunt. Each step of Tank caused an orgasm deep inside John. Tommy whispered to Biker, "How long is he going to be tied, bro?" Biker looked to Tommy and shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know. He's never even tied to a dog bitch. But I don't think this is going to be quick." Tank continued to shoot volley after volley into John's belly causing it to visibly distend. Biker followed close to monitor John's face, which looked like John was in heaven. This carried on until one of the boys said, "Jesus H Christ. Tank's been knotted to this bitch for 50 minutes already." Biker could tell John was wearing out. His body was going limp from exhaustion but the smile on his face let Biker know he was still with him. Shortly after the countdown to 60 minutes past, Tank stopped pull John around on the bench. Biker knew that he must be going down and was waiting until he was certain he could pull his knot from the bitches cunt. Sure enough, Tank gave a huge yank and dislodged his knot from John's ass. John didn't have the energy to scream, but it was obvious that it was painful. Immediately, the cum started flowing out his gaping pussy. No one touched John as they knew he belonged to Biker now. Biker walked over and scooped up some of the dog cum in his fingers, went to John's head and said, "Open up baby." John weakly opened his mouth and took the fingers in and licked them clean. "Fuck, Marcus! You are the man!" One of the bikers hollered out. Biker lifted up the face of John and kissed him full on the lips and said to John, more than anyone else, "Call me Biker." ____________________________________________________________________ Chapter 4- John has to let go of his previous life and settle into Biker's new bitch.