Date: Sat, 25 Jul 2020 13:25:09 -0400
From: mr.evan.andrews@gmail.com
Subject: Enslaving the Renegade chapter two - Celebrity

Enslaving the Renegade
Chapter Two: Bike shop
by 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
the TV show, 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.

The story depicts males in sexual situations with other males. If that
offends you, if you are underage, or if reading such is illegal where you
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The morning after a late night of Reno sucking Torres' cock and Torres
finger-fucking his new jack-of-all-trades sex slave into a frenzy, the
biker awoke, naked, on the floor of Torres' bedroom at the foot of his
master's king-sized bed. Reno peeked over the edge of the mattress, and
Torres immediately grabbed him by his long hair and hauled him up onto the
bed. Kneeling over him again, the slaver fucked the slave's mouth as he had
the day before, and after some time, Torres shot his bitch a load of
pungent cum for his morning pick-me-up.  Torres then went off to take a
shower. When he returned, clean and dressed, he carried a pair of black
nylon running shorts which he tossed to Reno who, disoriented, had
retreated to a corner of the bedroom.

"You can wear these until you're told otherwise, boy. Now go out and swim,
then sun yourself. I want you to be working on a nice tan all over while
you're getting your training."

Torres left without another word, and Reno pulled the shorts up over his
thighs, feeling the play of the nylon over his free-hanging cock and
balls. He stretched and the headed off to find his way out to the pool. Of
course, the shorts had no pouch, so the head of his dick was visible with
almost evert stride he took. At the pool, Reno hesitated for a moment, then
pulled the shorts off and left them draped over a chaise as dove into the
water. It was still cool, and he luxuriated as the crust of perspiration
and cum washed off his muscles. He stayed in the pool for nearly a
half-hour before climbing out, pulling on his shorts again, and stretching
out in the grass to dry off. With everything that had filled his last 24
hours, it was no surprise when he fell into a doze in the warm sun. It was
a shadow over that sun some time later that drew Reno back to
wakefulness. Malik was standing over him shaking his head in disapproval.

"No," he told Reno, "Never sun like that."

Reno didn't understand.

"What?  Did I do something wrong?"

"That," said Malik pointing to Reno's loins, "Here you sunbathe either in a
tong or in the nude."

"But Mr. Torres didn't give me a tong," Reno protested.

"Then you sun naked, butt naked, until he tells you otherwise. You
understand?"

"Yes, sir, I understand."

"Good. Now you have some work to do."

"Work?"

"Yes, for some reason Mr. Torres wants you to do some maintenance on your
bike. I'm sure that after the ride up here yesterday, you have something
you need to do."

"Well, yeah, sure, but..."

"But nothing. Get your ass up and follow me to the garage."

The large garage was close to the house, and it was home to several sports
cars and motorcycles in addition to Reno's Harley which Malik must have
brought in some time during the night. The shop in the back of the garage
was well equipped, and after Malik took his leave, Reno rolled his bike
back into the shop. The sleek finish rubbed up against his bare thigh, a
smooth firm caress, and he shivered at the feeling that ran through him. He
took a clean cloth and some spritz cleaner and, kneeling down, began to
wipe down the bike before taking care of anything else.

Reno was almost done with that task when he heard the door behind him
open. He assumed it was Malik with more instructions, but when he turned
his gaze landed on two men he had never seen before. One was short, slim
and darkly handsome, with curly, black hair and a thick mustache. The other
was as tall as Reno, but heavily muscled with long, wavy, dark brown hair
hanging halfway down his back. A goatee framed his mouth. The pair was
dressed alike: boots, jeans that left nothing to the imagination, white
tee-shirts and black leather riding jackets. The smaller man had on
sunglasses, but when he saw Reno, he pulled them off and took in Reno's
body with his piercing black eyes.

"Jesus Fucking Christ," he whispered before continuing in a normal voice,
"And I thought Torres was falling off in his stock. Get a load of the build
on this one, Eric."

The taller man looked Reno over appraisingly and licked his lips.

"Good enough to eat, John."

And the tall man actually licked his lips.

"Later, boy," John said, "I think he needs to do some eating of his own
first."

The two strangers strode across the garage to where the mostly naked Reno
stood dumbfounded. They took up positions on either side of him, and John
touched the tips of his fingers to the middle of Reno's chest. He ran them
across the broad pectoral muscle to the right nipple, toying with it a bit,
and then he did the same to the left. Eric on the other hand came up and
put both hands on Reno's shoulders, turned him to face John. He massaged
the biker's muscular shoulders, leaning in to watch John's tit teasing
exercises. Eric's massage was heavy and precise, and Reno could feel his
muscles relaxing, stress releasing, but at the same time, John's
explorations were having a cascade effect in the muscles from his chest
down to his crotch. His cock was rising to the siren call of the men's
attentions, and his nipples were hard as rocks on his chest. Reno moaned
out loud as John ran the curve of a fingernail over his left nipple.

"Go for it, John," Eric said, "You heard him. He's hot and ready for it."

"Ready for it?" John asked, his hand traveling down over Reno's six-pack
abs, "You ready for it, biker fuck-boy? You ready to take on two men and
their hard cocks?"

John's hand reached the elastic of the running shorts, and he ran his
fingers under, just brushing the head of Reno's cock as he did so.

Reno moaned again and said, "Oh god, yeah, do me. Do me now, sir."

Eric's hands left Reno's shoulders and slid down his sides to come around
front and take John's place in Reno's shorts. He grabbed Reno's cock in one
beefy hand and cupped his balls in the other. John in the meantime bent his
head down and began to kiss and nibble on Reno's erect nipples. Reno
rotated his pelvis, grinding his cock into Eric's hands in front and his
ass into the bulge in Eric's jeans in the rear. He then leaned his head
back and Eric turned his own head to nibble on Reno's ear. John took
advantage of this display of wanton submission to kiss his way across
Reno's throat. All at once with no warning, John grabbed Reno by the hair
and pulled his lips down to meet his own. He kissed Reno hard, darting and
then thrusting his tongue into the big man's mouth. Reno responded slower
than he had to Torres' kiss the night before, but he was eventually caught
up in the deep French kiss.

"Oh yeah," he whispered over and over when he came up for air, "Do me. Do
me hard. Please, sir, do me now."

John broke off the kiss and stared at Reno with those black eyes as Eric
slid the running shorts down over his muscular thighs. Reno stepped out of
the shorts and would have kicked them away, but Eric bent down to pick them
up. He smelled the crotch and then passed them on to John who did the same.

"Mmm," John said, "Vintage stuff."

He shoved the shorts into his back pocket and then walked around to the
other side of the bike. Eric walked Reno to the bike and bent him over the
seat. Reno held on with both hands bent by his sides as John walked up and
presented his crotch for Reno's inspection.

"Lick it, fuck-boy," he commanded, "Lick my hard cock through these jeans."

Reno rubbed his face against the sausage-shaped bulge in John's jeans and
licked and tongued and chewed at the fabric while Eric massaged his back
and rubbed the bulge in his own jeans against Reno's naked ass. John
grabbed Reno by the hair again and held his head in place as he ground his
crotch into the naked man's face. Eventually he dropped Reno's head and
took a step back.

"Whip out your meat, John," Eric said, and John slowly undid his jeans and
pulled out his cock. It was not as long as Reno's, nor as thick, but
hanging from its nest of black hair it was an impressive cock for a smaller
man to sport. And Reno was hungry for it.

"Suck me hard, boy," he said.

Reno took the dick into his mouth and gave it the royal treatment he had
learned at Torres' hands, but John's reactions were different from Torres'
the night before. John obviously wanted variety to his
stimulation. Sometimes he would pull back and let Reno concentrate on the
head of his cock for a while before giving in to his feelings and slamming
his dick deep into Reno's mouth and throat.

Eric dropped to his knees and began to run his hands and tongue over Reno's
ass, spreading his ass cheeks so that he could lick the length of his ass
crack. Reno gasped past John's cockhead when Eric tongued his sphincter for
the first time and gasped again when Eric spread his legs and started to
play with his naked cock and balls.

"Get underneath him, Eric," John ordered, "Let him take your mouth while I
take his."

The big man crawled between Reno's spread legs and leaned against the
Harley while his lips sought Reno's nine inches of man-meat. His throat
opened up and took Reno's cock deeper than the biker stud had ever been
taken in his life. In between bouts of deep-throating Reno's meat, Eric
kissed its length, tickled its head with his tongue and sucked his
balls. His fingers also ran up to Reno's asshole, the forefinger slipping
inside the muscled perfection of his ass to caress his prostate.

The three men were moving in a wet, dripping ballet of lust, mouth and
cock, finger and ass, when John stepped back out of Reno's reach.

"Come out from under there, Eric," John said while Reno strained to reach
the cockhead which arched quivering only a few inches beyond his lips.

Eric crawled out, leaving Reno to groan as he released the mouth-lock on
the long dick and pulled his finger from the pliable ass.

"Stand up, fuck-boy," John ordered.

Reno straightened up and waited silently as John walked back around the
bike.

John pointed at Eric and said, "Strip him. Tear the clothes off him."

Reno looked at John, shocked.

"What?" he asked.

"Eric. He's fuck meat just like you. Strip him now and throw him to the
floor," John said, "Do it. I want to watch you take him."

Reno grabbed Eric's jacket and tore it open. Eric was bare-chested
underneath, and Reno turned him round and pulled the jacket off his
shoulders. He then turned him back around and tore his jeans open. Eric's
cock sprang out, hard and thicker even than Torres'. Reno grabbed Eric by
the hair and forced him down. Eric fell to his knees and when Reno shoved
on the side of his head, he fell over onto his back.

"Legs in the air, cocksucker," John ordered Eric, "And you, fuck-boy, pull
off his boots and then his jeans."

When Eric's smooth, muscular body was totally naked, lying spread-eagled on
the ground, John came to stand by Reno. He grabbed Reno's hair and pulled
him round to face him.

"Now strip me. Strip me like you're unwrapping the best present you ever
got for Christmas. Take your time and enjoy everything you find."

Reno started with the leather jacket, just as he had with Eric. He slowly
unzipped it and turned back one lapel to see what John had on
underneath. He found the white cotton tee-shirt had no sleeves, it was
heady with the scent of John's body, and as Reno took a long whiff of the
scent, he slipped his hands up under the jacket and began to slide it off
of John's shoulders. John put his arms back, shrugging, but let gravity do
the work of getting the jacket off. Reno ran his right hand up under the
T-shirt, while his left raised John's right arm.  Reno licked at John's
armpit and then worked his way towards his body.  He licked in around the
armhole of the T-shirt for a while and then worked his way up towards
John's throat. John raised his arms to lock his fingers in Reno's hair,
holding him at his throat, and Reno's own fingers started to slowly roll
the T-shirt up John's wiry torso.  When the T-shirt had been inched up to
just below the nipples, Reno dropped down and began to kiss his way over
John's abs.  He chased the bottom of the T-shirt up with his lips, latching
onto one nipple and then the other.  John raised his arms high, and Reno
pulled the T-shirt up their length.

Pushing Reno to his knees, John turned his crotch towards his face.  Reno
hooked his fingers into the waistband of the jeans and slid them down
John's thighs. The heavy blue fabric gathered around John's ankles.

"Help me step out of these pants, fuck-boy."

As John balanced himself with a hand on Reno's head, the biker slid the
jeans over John's leather boots. John's fingers gave up resting on Reno's
head and locked into his hair again, pulling him back towards his cock.

"Time for more eating practice, fuck boy," he said.

Reno opened his mouth again and gave himself over to more face-fucking,
holding on to John's ass cheeks like he would a tree in a storm

"Eric," John ordered, "You've lain there long enough.  Crawl over and suck
off fuck-boy here.  I want you to get his cock as hard as you can."

The big man slithered across the floor and holding onto Reno's thighs
pulled himself up high enough to start his own cock worship session.  The
three of them quickly fell back into the easy fucking rhythm they had
previously established over the Harley. John suddenly pulled back out of
Reno's mouth and grimaced, grabbing his dick around the base and breathing
hard.  When the near orgasm that had threatened to flood Reno's mouth was
under control, John looked down at Reno's crotch where Eric was sucking
away.

"Damn, you are one enthusiastic little cocksucker.  How hard is he, Eric?"
he asked.

Eric slid off Reno's dick and, wiping his mouth, said, "Hard enough to do
the job."

"Excellent," John said, "You, fuck boy, down on your back.  Now."

Reno rolled over onto his back.  As he did, Eric grabbed his dick again and
spit on it, drooled all over it.  He then crawled up and straddled the
biker's prone body.  Slowly he slid himself down on Reno's nine hard
inches, his ass clutching at the dick as it filled him up. Reno gasped,
grabbed Eric around the waist and began to thrust up into the muscular
man's bowels.

John knelt down beside them and said, "Yeah, fuck him good.  Fuck him hard
and shoot your load up his ass."

Reno suddenly stopped his assault.

"What gives?" John demanded, "Didn't I just tell you to fuck him hard."

"Yes, sir," said Reno, "But I can't. Mr. Torres told me I wasn't allowed to
cum without something up my ass."

"Then I'll just have to give you that something in your ass," John said,
"Spread those legs."

Reno spread his legs, and John shifted around and rammed two fingers into
Reno's hole.

"Oh yeah," Reno said, and he thrust hard again up into Eric's body,
writhing on John's fingers as he did so.

Reno hadn't really had a good fuck in many days, so his body quickly went
on autopilot, ramming and thrusting his dick into the hot wetness of Eric's
ass.  Eric rode him like a master pussy-boy, and John's fingers worked his
prostate, giving him a pleasure he had never felt before.  Their rhythm
slowly increased, the intensity of their joining becoming more and more
frantic until Reno's ass started to spasm rhythmically around John's
fingers as he shot his load deep into Eric's ass.  He cried out with each
spasm, and, when the last one ran through his body, his hands fell off of
Eric's hips and he fell back onto the floor, spent.

John pulled the fingers from Reno's ass and pushed Eric off of Reno's
deflating cock.  He pushed the big man up until he straddled Reno's face,
and, bending him over, he made ready to ram his own cock into the ass Reno
had just lubed with his cum.

Reno watched as John's dick invaded Eric's ass.  Eric threw his head back
and vried out as John slam-fucked him. The muscles of his torso tensed at
the joy of the apparently familiar and welcome invasion.

"Oh yeah, John. Fuck me," Eric cried he cried to the smaller man.

"Fuck you? Yeah, I'll fuck you. I'm going to screw your load out all over
this fuck-boy's face. Tighten your ass on my cock."

John threw a hard, mean fuck into Eric's muscled ass, and eventually Eric's
breathing began to be labored and his muscles awash in sweat.  He was close
to the edge and frantic

"Please, John. Sir," Eric begged, "May I touch my dick?"

"Yeah, you can touch it, but only with fuck-boy's face."

With that, Eric reached down with one hand and, grabbing Reno by the hair,
he pulled him up and began to rub the bearded face against his thick
cock. In almost no time at all, Eric yelled and started shooting his thick
load on Reno's face. He pulled back and aimed most of his load at the
biker's mouth. Reno open his mouth and ran his tongue out to catch as much
of the hot cum as he could. When Eric was done shooting, John pushed him
forward flat onto the ground and speared his own cock into Reno's
mouth. Eric's thighs held Reno's arms down, but John's resting on Eric's
broad back kept him from choking Reno with his cock. John thrust as hard
and as deep as he could, riding Eric's cum in Reno's mouth the same way he
had just ridden Reno's cum in Eric's ass. Reno flexed his throat, ran his
tongue back and forth over the surging cock, and was rewarded with the feel
of John's dick hardening still further.

"Oh yeah, good fuck-boy. Do that again, and I'll shoot my hot load down
your cock-sucking throat."

John tensed at Reno's next tongue assault, arched his back and rammed his
dick as far as he could into Reno's throat. Reno gagged, but kept lashing
at John's dick with his hungry tongue. John pulled back as his dick
unloaded its cum into Reno's mouth and onto his face. When the last drop
had been coaxed from his rod, John rolled off Eric and Reno and pushed Eric
to roll the other way.

"Yeah," he sighed, smiling at Reno, "That was one fine fuck. If Torres'
stock is improving this much, I bet we can get him lots of his business
back.

John tousled Reno's hair.

"Yeah, quite an improvement," he said, running his hand along Reno's cum
covered jawline to stick two fingers in his hot mouth. Reno licked the cum
off John's fingers and fell into a satiated doze, the two men who just used
him as a whore curled up to him on either side.



Author's note:

This story was written back in the 90s, and I cast certain men in given
roles. You may want to imagine someone else, and that's okay. The same
caveats as to the sexuality of my cast of actors apply here.

John Oates (John): from any 1980's Hall and Oates music video
Eric Thal (Eric): from the made-for-TV movie, Samson.