Date: Sun, 15 Jul 2007 14:56:04 +1000
From: Brian <brianr1@pacific.net.au>
Subject: Gang's Apprentice Pt 2

In part 1 Brian was abducted by a gang of 6 bikers and taken to an isolated
Farm House where he has been belted, pissed on and face fucked. His
initiation as the gang's apprentice continues.

He was again untied from the bike and this time he was spread-eagled
face-up on the ground with chains from his wrists and ankles tied to pegs
driven into the ground. Chains were attached to the rings on either side of
his collar and also attached to spikes so he could not move his head, arms
or feet..

"Now you get to service our boots. You will be working on them a lot in the
coming months so you need to recognise and give them proper respect".

A pair of boots jammed either side of his head and looking up Brian could
see the laces and holes towering above him and knew it was the Linesmen
worn by Jeff. His head was squeezed between them, then he was tapped none
too gently on each cheek and finally one was lifted up and came down hard
on his mouth.

"Kiss then lick" was the command. "Let your tongue feel the grooves, clean
them out"

He realised Rick's head was down checking what he did and so he began to
lick. Once Jeff was finished, Tony replaced him with his Rossi Bike boots.
Again the squeeze, the tapping of his cheeks then they were pressed down on
his mouth with the command to kiss and lick. As before the ritual was
repeated with all six pairs of boots. When he refused to lick one pair,
Wesco Boss worn by Mick, Brian knew his boots, they were slammed so hard
into his cheek that he quickly did as he was told.

"That's the face introduction, now your cockwill be introduced to our
boots. Your cock will serve our boots just like your tongue, in fact you
now exist to serve our boots."

The neck chains were loosened and Rick stood behind him and raised Brian's
head up with his boots so again he was looking down his body at his leather
strapped cock standing to attention. Jeff's boots again appeared but this
time they kicked his cock back and forth, it was sheer agony but Brian felt
he was looking at it all happening from a dream as if it was not his own
cock. Finally someone's gloved hand grabbed his cock and held it tight
while Jeff pushed the boot down on it.

"Worship your Master's boot", Jeff said.  "Your cock's only purpose is to
kiss my boot"

Brian was sure his pre-cum was greasing the sole of Jeff's boot revealing
his intense love of boots. Again the treatment was repeated six times and
Brian realised he would know these boots intimately, just like their
owners.

But they still weren't satisfied, he was untied and taken into the house.
This time they hogtied him and put him on a low bench. A wooden box was put
in front of his face and he met each pair of boots again as he was made to
lick them all over. He was dragged up by the hair to reach each of the 20
holes on Jeff's Linesmens, he felt his tongue was now red raw but then it
was only suffering in company with his backside, jaws, nipples and
particularly his cock and balls.

They left him while they opened another can of beer each then Rick said.

"Okay now, we really make the cunt know who are his owners. Let's toss to
see who breaks him first".

Jack won and they untied him yet again. Brian felt like a sack of straw
unable to give any resistance as they laid him head down across a chair
spreading his legs wide. Someone poured some vaseline onto his backside and
two fingers pushed it up his chute. He could see Jack's lace-up army boots
at his feet then felt him spread his cheeks and his cock slide inside
him. Jack began to pound as all the guys cheered him on. After he came, he
pulled out and Tony quickly took his place. All Brian could see was the
Rossi boots through the legs of the chair. Those boots he had once admired
in the pub but now knew too well. His backside was pounded again, his arse
felt the intrusion of the hard curved cock up into his prostate and then
inevitably the release of cum. Soon it was Jeff's turn, the one with the
monster dick that seemed to split him in two. He wasn't sure whether he
blacked out but he was sure some of the guys had seconds. He now knew them
intimately and they knew him, he had been fully introduced and he realised
they now owned him. They had used every hole, they had filled him with
piss, spit and cum and he would be their apprentice and service them for as
long and however they wanted him.

When they had finished raping him, Rick said.

"We aren't without heart mate. Now you can have your turn".

He was again taken to the verandah posts where the torture had begun. His
cock and balls were unwrapped from the leather straps and thongs that had
been binding them. The sudden release, however, just provided further
agony.

They again took turns, this time in pairs with one grabbing him from
behind, squeezing and playing with his tits while the other grabbed his
poor cock and rubbed it up and down. After a few minutes, they swapped so
that he had alternately rough fingers, leather gloves and smooth fingers
(Sean). Each had a different technique and the agreement was that whoever
made him cum would be his number one master, the one who would take first
place in his new life with six leathered and booted men in control.

All the night's treatment suddenly had it's effect as Brian's cock
exploded.  The winner was ..... Jeff.

To Be Continued