Date: Sun, 2 Aug 2020 09:19:42 -0400
From: mr.evan.andrews@gmail.com
Subject: Enslaving the Renegade chapter three - Celebrity

Enslaving the Renegade
Chapter Three: First Ride
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
are please stop reading now. Thank you.

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Pink lips parted and enveloped the dark, satiny, brown skin of Malik's
cock. Reno slid slowly down the shaft, relaxing his throat muscles as Malik
had shown him and feeling the head of the brown dick edge into his
throat. Then he slowly worked back up the shaft to the bulbous head. He
pushed the foreskin up with his hand, gathering it around the head, and
then he slid his tongue under the sheath and ran it around the glans.

Torres watched the action from an upstairs window. His stud butler was
lying back in a deck chair by the pool, his great legs spread wide while
Sixkiller's boy did all the work and did it damned well. A couple of weeks
of practice was definitely paying off.

"Yes," he thought, watching the head of long, brown hair bob up and down
over Malik's crotch, "This boy is going to work out very well. I wonder if
I should...? No, let's keep him on the routine for right now. If I have to
improvise later, I will."

He opened the window and listened to Malik's commands, the tone of which
made it clear that he was about to feed the big biker a load of hot Black
cum.

Malik grabbed Reno's head and forced the brown dick deep into his throat to
deliver his load. Torres made a note to talk to Malik about that, to have
him pull back and douse a trainee's face with cum in future. No matter how
good it felt to have throat muscles convulsing around your cock, training
sessions were training sessions after all, and Torres wanted his boys used
to the sight, smell and taste of hot man juice.

Malik fell back into the deck chair, and Reno collapsed on top of him.

Torres leaned out of the window.

"Malik," he called, and the butler looked up at the window, "Get Vince
dressed for dinner. He's going to serve the guests tonight."

"Certainly, Mr. Torres. Black wool?"

"Trousers and vest, yes. Silk shirt and good shoes. And do something with
his hair. We can't have these clients find anything in the soup."

"No, sir, not in the soup."

Smiling, Malik crawled out from underneath Reno and pulled him up.

"Come on, pretty boy. We're going to get you dressed for dinner."

Malik took Reno to his own rooms, showered him and dressed him.  Reno
wondered about all the care Malik was taking and about who the guests might
be, but when Malik ran his soapy hands over his body, caressed his skin
with the smooth silk or the rough wool, or combed his hair and bound it
back, he forgot all about his questions.

When they were both dressed and ready, Malik led Reno downstairs to the
kitchen. The Mexican cook was putting the finishing touches on the first
course.

"You stay here with Luis," Malik said, "I'll announce dinner and be back
for you and the first course."

Reno silently watched Luis work, and before long Malik was at his shoulder
again.

"Watch what I do, and just be careful.  Attend to the guests' wants," Malik
said, picking up a tray, "And if you can manage to be decorative, do it."

They took the trays and walked into the formal dining room.

Torres was hosting a group of four other men that evening.  They were all
dressed formally.  Two, Joe and Jason, had long hair and a goatee and a
full beard respectively, Vincent had a scruffy beard, and John was
clean-shaven.  They were all dark-haired and handsome.  Joe was American
through and through and looked like a martial artist to Reno's experienced
eye.  Jason was British , possessed of a cultured reserve, but Reno caught
him several times eyeing his martial artist ass like it was his birthday
present.  Vince was a New York City Italian boy, and John, who seemed to be
his partner, was Greek-American.  Reno couldn't help but be enthralled by
the men's handsome faces as he served them.

When coffee was finally served and disposed of, Torres stood up.

"Gentlemen," he said, "I think it's time we got down the business of the
evening.  Boy, come here."

Reno walked over to stand by Torres who turned him around to face the
guests.

"What do you think?" he asked them.

"Nice suit," Joe said flatly, "Show me something I haven't seen."

The other men, Torres included, laughed.

"I think we can oblige you, gentlemen," Torres said, "Why don't we step
down to my office."

Torres took hold of Reno's tie like a leash.

"Follow me," he said.

The party left the dining room and went downstairs to a room in the
basement which Reno had never seen before. The room was set to three levels
of overhead light when they entered. The very middle was brightly lit,
around which was a ring of dimmer light. The rest of the room was totally
unlit, so if there was anything on the walls Reno could not see it or them.

Torres pushed Reno into the middle of the room while he and the guests took
up places around him.

"Strip, boy," Torres said, "These gentlemen want to see your worthless
body."

Reno stepped out of his shoes and raised his hands to undo the knot of his
tie.  He slowly pulled it out from around his neck and let it drop to the
floor at his feet.  Next he unbuttoned the vest and let it fall back off
his shoulders.  One cuff he unbuttoned and then the other before moving his
hands up to start in on the buttons of his shirt.  When it was loose, he
left it where it was, open, giving the guests a teasing glimpse of his
chest.  He undid the clasp belt at his waist and unbuttoned the wool
trousers, holding them up with one hand while the other found its way
underneath his shirt to play with his nipples and caress the muscles of his
chest and stomach.

He made one circuit of the lit area, staring at each man in turn, sizing
them up the same way they had been sizing him up all during dinner.  Reno
was actually eager to find out what each of these dark mysterious men was
hiding underneath his evening clothes, so he made as much of the private
show for each man as he could. The bulges in their trousers showed that he
was making a favorable impression.

When he got around the circle once and was facing Torres again, he ran his
hand down his stomach and slid it into his pants.  Torres took him by the
shoulders and turned him to face the guests.

Torres slid the shirt back over Reno's shoulders and let it gather at his
waist, where his hands were now busy both massaging and concealing his
crotch.

"OK, Torres," Joe said, "He's a good tease. Now show us everything else."

Torres reached around and pulled Reno's hands out of his pants. He let the
shirt and trousers fall to the floor, leaving Reno standing naked facing
the four men. Reno's dick was filling out, but he kept himself from
touching his cock, letting the guests' minds complete his erection for
themselves.

The four guests advanced on Reno and just looked. They circled him, taking
in every feature of his muscular body, but no hand reached out to feel what
each eye could plainly see.

Eventually, Joe whistled.

"Torres, amigo," he said, "I think you have here the finest piece of man
meat I've seen in a long time. How'd you luck into a stud like him?"

"Now, Joe," Torres replied, "No questions. Remember?"

Jason interrupted.

"Some questions, yes," he said, "Like is he broken in?"

"Well, no, he's not broken in all the way yet," Torres said, his hands
rubbing Reno's shoulders, "We've only had Vince in training for a little
while, and he's still learning. But, he's learning fast. Would you like to
see?"

"See, yes, and maybe a bit more," Jason said, and the other men grinned at
him and leered at Reno.

"Good," Torres said, and he stepped back into the dark.

The other guests followed suit, disappearing from view, and Reno stood
naked and alone waiting for, anticipating, whatever Torres had in store for
him that night.

The lights began to dim around Reno and at the same time began to brighten
in another part of the room. Reno looked towards the new light and saw
Malik waiting for him beside a leather-padded sawhorse. The big Black man
was naked except for a harness made of light tan leather. Reno had never
seen anything quite like the way the light leather stood out against the
oiled perfection of the dark brown muscles. Malik's big dick was threaded
through a metal cockring and was already at its full glory, long and
jutting into the light. Malik's body was even more alluring in this dress
and light than it had been totally naked in the afternoon sun.

"Boy," Malik said, "Get your lily-white ass over here."

Reno walked across the room hesitantly. The command was irresistible, but
he wasn't sure he liked the implications of the sawhorse Malik was standing
by. Set into the floor a few feet from each leg of the sawhorse were
eyebolts, and each bolt already had a chain and leather cuff fixed to it.

When Reno got to Malik, he was told to hold onto a rope that hung down from
the ceiling. Malik turned him to face the sawhorse and went to his
knees. He took one of Reno's feet and slid it over towards one foot of the
sawhorse, fastening a cuff around his ankle to hold him in place. He did
the same with Reno's other foot, which left Reno hanging onto the rope for
balance.

Malik got to his feet and walked around to the other side of the sawhorse
and just stood there staring at Reno. Reno felt as he had with John and
Eric and the motorcycle, but this was a lot more vulnerable. Malik reached
over the stocks and started twisting Reno's nipples.

"What do you think, boy?" he asked, "You like being trussed up this way
while I have my way with your fucking body?"

Reno's cock answered for him. It slowly came fully to attention in spite of
the discomfort of standing with his feet spread that far apart, and Reno
moaned as blood filled out his manhood. With that moan, Malik reached up
and pulled Reno's hands off the rope. Reno was now resting all his weight
onto Malik's hands and arms, and he panicked as Malik began to lower him
over the sawhorse.  He tried to struggle to keep his balance, but Malik
brought him to order fast enough.

"Quit that fighting," the Black stud commanded, "I'll have you nice and
secure soon enough."

Malik bent Reno over the sawhorse and fastened his wrists behind his back
with a pair of leather cuffs. Then he stepped back to admire his
handiwork. The biker stud's fuckable ass was totally open, totally
vulnerable. While Reno's muscles tested the limits of the bonds that held
him bent over, Malik decided how exactly he would deflower this slave. The
guests came into the ring of dim light that surrounded the immobilized
biker.  Each man had his shirt unbuttoned and was rubbing his crotch. Malik
grabbed Reno's hair and pulled up his head, presenting him with two thick
fingers.

"Suck these, boy," Malik said, "Get your mouth warmed up."

Malik came close as Reno sucked his fingers, rubbing his dick against
Reno's face, matching the speed of his pelvic thrusts to those of his
fingers assaulting Reno's mouth. In the dim light, Reno heard zippers being
pulled down, and when he glanced off to his right he could see that Jason
had his cock out, stroking it slowly to its full hardness. The sighs he
heard around him let him know that Jason was not alone in beating his meat
to Malik's assault on his mouth. Malik pulled the fingers from Reno's mouth
and quickly replaced them with the head of his cock.  He humped the head of
his dick in and out of that mouth.

"Spit, boy," Malik said, "Drool all over that cock. Get me wet and slick."

Reno let loose as much saliva as he could, and when Malik was satisfied, he
pulled out and walked around behind Reno. Reno felt his ass being oiled and
greased the way it had his first night at the ranch, with Malik's thick
fingers stretching him open.

"Oh god, yes. Malik, sir, please finger-fuck my asshole," Reno begged.

"Finger-fuck?" Malik said, "I don't think so. Why should I use my fingers
when you've got my dick all hard and dripping wet?"

And with that Malik positioned the head of his cock at Reno's ass and
started to feed the brown meat into the biker's hot hole. Reno arched his
head back and howled. He'd experience now giving up his hole. Torres had
forced a dildo into his ass for the first time within hours of his entering
the complex, and Reno had had lots of practice taking those fake cocks
since then, but when Torres, or Malik, worked him over with a dildo, he
always began with small ones and worked his way up to the any dildos close
to the size of Malik's fuck-meat. And their clever fingers had prostate
massaged him into cum-craziness so many times he'd lost count. Those
experiences were nothing like this, though. Malik's big Black cock was a
wonder, delivering sensations Reno had never imagined. The big Black stud
pounded into the White ass laid open in front of him, screwing him
steadily, but not really laying it to him hard, yet. There would be time
for that later. Right now, this fuck-boy had to get used to giving his ass
to a man and giving it gladly.

As Malik plowed his ass, Reno tossed the hair out of his eyes and saw that
Joe, John, Jason and Vince were all stripped down now, beating their meat
in front of his face.  For Jason the scene was just too intense to
resist. He stepped forward, grabbed a handful of Reno's hair to pull his
head up, and pointed his dick at Reno's all-American mouth. Reno opened up,
and Jason slid his British cock in over Reno's slippery tongue. Malik chose
that moment to grab Reno's ass and begin to long-dick his victim. As the
full, impressive length of the Black man's fuckmeat forced its way in and
out of his ass, Reno's eyes opened wide and he tried to yell, but Jason's
cock stifled him.

"Oh yeah," Jason moaned, with no trace of the British reserve that had
marked him all through dinner, "Fuck him hard, Malik. I love what his
throat does to my meat when you ram that horse cock into his butt."

Malik gave the Englishman exactly what he wanted, a voyeuristic joyride
with the gratuity of Reno's tongue driving him wild. Finally, he drove his
dick as deep into Reno's ass as he could and spewed out a thick load of
cum. Gasping, Malik pulled out roughly and staggered back into Joe's
waiting arms.

Joe clapped the Black stud's shoulder and said, "Thanks for opening him
up. I'll take him in hand now."

Joe stepped up and inch by inch fed his own cock into the biker's ass.

"Oh God, yeah," he said, as Reno thrashed around on the new cock invading
his body, "I love fucking an ass lubed with sweet Black cum."

Joe took up the fast fuck rhythm that Malik had earlier used on Reno's
rectum, slapping his thighs against the biker's ass cheeks, and Jason still
kept his scream-silencing dick fed in Reno's mouth. They worked together,
back and forth, like a well-practiced team of stud breakers. Joe pulled all
the way out of Reno's ass, with no warning.

"Dildo," he ordered, and Malik stepped forward with the largest toy in
Torres' collection.

Joe rammed it into Reno's ass, and then he and Malik unfastened the cuffs
around Reno's ankles.  Jason pulled his dick out of the wet dripping mouth
and helped Joe drag Reno over to a raised mattress that now appeared in
another island of light.

Jason crawled up onto one end of the mattress and spread his legs, pulling
Reno's head by the hair up towards his rock-hard cock.

"More cock sucking, boy," he said, and he lay back with a hand on either
side of Reno's head using his mouth like a flesh-jack.

Meanwhile, Joe climbed up behind Reno and spread his legs apart with his
knees. He fucked Reno's ass a while longer with the plastic cock and then
pulled it out, only to replace it with his own hard fuck-shaft. At first,
Joe lay down on Reno's back, fucking him with long, slow, grinding motions.
He twisted about as his big cock violated Reno's ass, and Reno thought he
felt the big man's dick with every organ in his body. Eventually Joe lifted
himself up onto his hands and began pistoning his cock in and out of Reno's
ass. His long hair brushed back and forth over Reno's back, a gentle
reinforcement of the pounding his ass was taking.

Reno moaned again around Jason's long dick. He tried to squirm into some
other position so that Joe's assault on his ass hurt less, but when he
started to get some traction with his legs, Vince and John came and held
him in place. With his hands bound behind his back, his legs held down and
his head firmly in Jason's control, he had to just lie there and take
whatever punishment Joe inflicted in his increasingly wild fuck. Eventually
Reno felt Joe go stiff and heard him cry out as his cock flooded Reno's
asshole with a rich load of man juice. Joe collapsed on Reno's back, and
Jason pulled the biker's face off his dick and crawled out from underneath
him. He rolled Joe over to Reno's left side and pushed Reno's knees up
under him. Reno's chest and face were on the mattress, but Jason wanted him
not just humiliated but eager for the humiliation.

The Brit unfastened the cuffs from around Reno's wrists and pushed his arms
down along his sides.

"Up on your elbows, fuck-boy," he ordered, "Stick your ass in the air like
a fucking bitch dog and beg me to fuck you."

Reno raised himself off the mattress and stuck his ass out behind him.

"Please, sir," he begged, "Please. Use my ass. I need your hot dick in my
ass."

"Yeah, I'll bet you need another dick," Jason said, sticking his finger in
Reno's ass, "What are you, boy."

"Oh god," said Reno, twisting on the finger, trying to get it to caress his
prostate, "I'm your cock-sucker, your pussy-boy, your fucking whore, sir."

"Fucking whore is right," Jason said, "Fucking whore for my big dick."

He put the head of his dick up against the sphincter of Reno's ass and
said, "You want it, boy? Then back yourself onto my cock. Impale yourself
on me."

Reno crawled backwards, his ass opening up to take the length of Jason's
meat. When he had the whole thing lodged in his ass, Jason grabbed his hips
and started pounding himself against his ass cheeks. The wetness of sweat
and cum on Reno's ass made a sharp slapping sound every time Jason's body
slammed into it. Reno opened his mouth and let Jason's fucking squeeze out
a cry of passion with every thrust. His head bounced in sympathy to the
assault on his butt, his head and hair flying in rhythm with the intensity
of the fuck. When Jason went into double time, though, Reno thought his
head was going to fly off. Eventually, though, even Jason had to let loose
his spray of cum into Reno's ass, and the big biker fell forward onto the
mattress as Jason crawled away into the darkness to recover.

Reno was not so allowed any such time.  He felt two pairs of hands take his
body and turn him over, and when the hair was brushed back out of his eyes
he saw Vince and John kneeling over him. John crawled up between his legs,
and Vince took his place kneeling over Reno's face. John pushed Reno's feet
and legs up into the air where Vince took hold of them and pushed them down
so that the biker was bent double. Reno lifted his head and watched as John
greased his uncut cock and, pulling the foreskin back, sank his dick into
Reno's ass. Reno opened his mouth to moan, but Vince fed the head of his
own cock into Reno's mouth. Moaning and grunting, Reno fell back into the
role of willing whore, swirling his tongue over Vince's cockhead and
raising his ass to meet each of John's gentle thrusts.

John and Vince seemed to be content to take their time. There was no
frantic speed to their use of Reno's body. They wanted to feel every inch
of him, and soon he wanted to savor each inch that they fed him. Vince bent
over and, lowering his hips, filled Reno's mouth with cock and started
toying with the top of his throat. Reno could feel the man's scruffy beard
on the inside of his thighs, and eventually he felt Vince's mouth traveling
down those legs towards his cock. When the skilled Italian lips reached his
meat, Reno went wild and tried to thrust as much of himself as he could
into Vince's mouth. Vince grabbed Reno by the base of his cock, and held
him still while he took control of Reno's muscular body. Reno lost track of
how long John and Vince had their way with him, but eventually they too fed
him their loads of cum. John went stiff and held his dick still while it
jumped and shot its seed out, and Vince grunted like a happy pig and
continued to thrust himself into the tired mouth, forcing his cum down
Reno's throat to make room for the next spurt. They rolled off Reno, and he
fell back, spread-eagled and exhausted.

Torres came back into the light.

"Gentlemen, if you could help me," he said.

Vince and John took Reno's legs and held them apart and Jason and Joe held
his arms down as Torres fed three fingers into Reno's well-stretched ass to
touch his prostate. All Reno could do was roll and writhe as Torres grabbed
his cock with the other hand and proceeded to work on the two most
sensitive parts of his body. He felt all the cocks that had taken him in
Torres' fingers and Vince's skilled lips in the fist wrapped around his
cockhead. Arching his back, Reno screamed out his orgasm as his cock
unloaded itself onto his abdominals. Torres took a dollop of man juice on
one of the fingers he pulled from Reno's ass and, walking around to the
head of the mattress, slipped the finger with its mixed flavours of cum
into his mouth. Reno sucked at it greedily, trying to tell apart the
various flavours of cum from Malik, Joe, Jason, John and himself as he
watched each of the men who had so used his body come up and take a taste
of his load. They licked his body clean and pulled him up off the
mattress. Torres watched them carry Reno out of the basement room,
listening to them plan what they would do with his jack-of-all-trades for
the rest of the night.

Torres smiled and look over to where Malik was coming out of the shadows,
pulling a robe on over his harness.

"I think the guests were impressed," Torres said.

"They should be," Malik replied, "That is one hot, eager-to-fuck slave
you've got there."

"Speaking of hot men," Torres said, coming up to take Malik's long, brown
dick in his hand, "I think it may have been too long since you and I spent
some time together. The room next to Joe's is empty tonight. Are you doing
anything?"

Malik swept the Latin stud up in his arms and carried him towards the door.

"I am now, boss," he said.



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.

Joe Lara (Joe):  Well, there are several, but the look in The Human
Timebomb was best.
Jason Carter (Jason):  from Babylon Five, specifically season four.
John Stamos (John): from Full House.
Vince Spano (Vince): from the movie, High Frequency.