The black biker

Author: notstraight
Title: The black biker
Date: 15 June 2008

(I never wrote a full story in English. I read so many good ones here. So this is my one. Please excuse any orthographical failures and English that my sound sometimes a little bit "germanic". Thanks. Enjoy the story. notstraight)

This is my story. I'm 18 and as long as I can remember, I was crazy for butch guys. I knew a lot of gay people, all boys, playing around, queers or schoolboys. They are sometimes funny, sometimes boring.

This evening I was on my way home from a party with such guys. I drank some cans of beer, joked around with the party people and then left. Alone. How could I have sex with a boy wearing D&C panties and T-shirts with some glistering ornaments on it? I mean, that's nice for them but its not my world. Deep inside me I knew my world was darker, more dangerous, kinky. I soon should know what my world is and to what I will be drawn forever.

My way led me through the countryside and a good part of it was forest. I liked nature, it was late night, summertime and the last bus was long gone. So I walked the country road in the light of the nearly full moon. Only few clouds across the night sky concealed from time to time the moons face, that painted the world in silver, dark blue and black. I always had a strong sensual connection to moonlight.

After half an hour walk on the country street through the moon lightened world of woods and hills, I heard the sound of a motorbike behind me, approaching. I stepped from the road so that the driver won't oversee me and I'll be the cause of an accident to my disadvantage. I liked motorbikes. I liked the principle of power, of freedom, and I liked the blokes who rode such bikes. I always had in mind: One day I'll have such a machine and feel the deeply sexual experience of riding it.

The bike came closer. I could see the light of the machine, winding up the sinuous hilly street, that causes it to go slowly. At my bend its headlamps caught me, I was blinded. Suddenly it slowed down and came to a halt, its lights focusing me. My heart started to pound. Wow! I was the centre of interest to a hard guy. I hoped he was one, as I could not see him in the blinding light. Caught between the interest to find out who that guy was and the instinct to run away, I did neither. I started to walk slowly back on the street and further on along it. To my surprise he slowly followed me. This was a game, I realized. With pounding heart I looked back: roaring light. Would he follow me? I walked the street up the hill. He followed me, constantly holding his distance of about 10 meters. There was a path, leading away from the street, some way ahead to the right. I decided nervously to do something totally foolish. But it was my nature to do foolish things. So I turned to the right and walked down the path. I looked back. He followed me! Now there was no return. My veins were full of adrenaline, I started to run. The path was dark. The roaring sound of the bike followed me. My back head was tingling. I wore a mohawk. The hair started to stand up. It was not fear. It was pure excitement. The path ended suddenly on a mossy moonlight flooded clearing. I spun around. The roar of the bike came to a halt. The light went out. After seconds my eyes accommodated and I could see the guy the first time. He dismounted his bike, looked at me and came closer. My breath got louder.
He was clad in a black shiny leather suit, tightly clinging to a big muscular well shaped body. My heart raved wildly. My god, there stood the manifestation to all fantasies I wanked to. His helmet was black as well, shaped like an alien kind of streetfighter thing. The moonlight was pale and gave him an aura of a surreal being and concealed some details of his occurrence but let me catch enough. I couldn’t see any part of him, that was not covered in black leather, the helmet or the heavy biker boots he wore. The boots had big metal buckles, crossers I guessed. The heavy gloves were enormous. After some seconds I realized, that the design of gloves and suit were rich of protectors and parts, that formed a muscle like structure. It looked cool and spacy and it made me horny.
He came closer. The leather made faint groaning and creaking sounds at every step he did. My instincts tried to make me run away, but my dick hold me in place. He stopped close to me. I couldn’t see anything behind the visor of his helmet. It was as black and shiny in the silvery moonlight as the rest of the helmet and his whole body. He seemed to see enough through the visor, because his head turned this way and that. He surveyed me carefully. I felt scanned from tip to toe. Curiously I didn’t hear any sound of breathing. He didn’t speak. It was strange and had a spooky touch.

Suddenly his hands were around my neck, the right one behind my head, the left one under my chin. I panicked, but he hold me tight. I managed to stand still. Sweat was forming on my forehead. Breathing heavily, I smelled the leather of his gloves, the rich horny scent of tanned animal skin mixed with bike exhausts and gasoline. There still was no sound of breathing from under his helmet. He could have been a robot or an alien, I had believed it, his grip was unearthly as well, but his masculine smell alone, mixed to the scents of leather and machine told me: He was definitely a human being, as surreal as he was.
His firm grip choked me slightly and my breath got heavier. I felt the heart pounding in my head.
Then he dragged me to his bike. There were no words but he made me understand, that I have to strip off all my clothes. I obeyed while he gripped me by my mohawk so I could not run away. It was not cold but I shivered from nervousness. One hand still gripping my hair, he inspected my chunky stiff dick and my balls with the other leather gloved hand. He squeezed my dick and the balls. I groaned. It was painful and pleasant at the same time. Then he forced me down to my knees. He released my hair and opened a box on his bike.
I couldn’t see exactly what he hauled out. Then I realized, it was a kind of a hood or full head mask. It was no ordinary gas mask. It was different. Never before I wore such a thing, but I wanked to a picture of that in my head a lot of times. It was obvious I was going to get that thing over my head. I was gasping. The mask had eyeholes and the mouth and nose part looked totally flat outside, no opening for breathing, only vaulted, somehow similar to the look of his helmet. The mask was long to cover the whole neck. From my kneeing position I looked up. He stands there, absolutely commanding, a godlike picture of my most dangerous dreams.
It was the last chance to run away. The chance passed away, as he put the mask over my head. The rubber was thick but very flexible. My eyes found their view through the holes. Mouth and nose nuzzled exactly in rubber mold with openings for a breathing system, but this didn’t work. I got absolutely no air. The rubber was so perfectly and absolutely tight fitting to my face profile that not one atom of air could find the way to my nose or mouth. I struggled to get rid of that thing over my head before I suffocate. But he hold me so firmly, I couldn’t get out of that deadly hood. He even started to close the hood on the back of my head mercilessly. Then he trapped my arms on my back. I panicked: I thought, he might be a murderer and tried to suffocate me in that hideous way.
But then, after a terrible while, he released some kind of valve under the chin of the hood and air flowed freely through my nose and mouth. Greedily I sucked the air into my lungs and dropped to the floor as he loosened his grip.
I looked to him. Standing there his whole attitude was somehow mean and sadistic. He liked my struggle. I was afraid, but my dick was pounding in the rhythm of my heart. It was the most ruttish experience of my life. And I wanted more. I focused on my dick and let my will follow his and the bikers command.

The biker held some kind of leather bands with buckles, approaching me. Fetters! Adrenaline shoot into my belly. I tried to hold still. He fixed the leather fetters to my wrists tightly. My hands where locked in mitts. I couldn’t even grasp anything. During that process I studied the shimmering dance of the moonlight on his black leather suit. It was beautiful and cool without a measure. I gave my whole being to a total stranger. I even didn’t know the face of him.

When he was ready, I realized a broad belt between both fetters, I haven't seen that at first. He put my hands to my shoulders and then I got the idea of that belt. It was a broad collar. He placed it around the lower half of my neck, covering the rubber ending of the hood so to be sure I wouldn’t loose the rubber mask somehow. How should I anyway? Then he closed the collar tight. Again a slight feeling of choking made the blood pound in my head. I could breath freely, but I felt my windpipe narrowed. I think he liked this breath control thing. And I think I got into it as well.

His leather gloved hand came close to my face and he put something to the breathing valve. He sprayed an edgy smelling liquid into the breathing system of the hood. It was no poppers, but surely something similar. I inhaled and felt getting dizzy. Flares danced around my views. But I relaxed. The first time I really got rid of my anxiety and started to enjoy the whole thing I got into. I moaned and looked to a big stiff dick covered totally in tight shiny black rubber. He had opened the lower part of the zipper of his leather suit and brought out his cock. Again, there was not one single part of skin to see. He seems to wear a rubber suit under the leather suit. I was stunned. The sight was awesome. I was kneeing before him and obviously I supposed to give him a good blowjob. But how should I? The hood was closed. So I thought. He reached for a kind of lever and released the whole mouthpart of the mask. My mouth felt the fresh air and I sucked it in. But not for long as I got his rubber dick in. I was still seduced by the chems he gave me. Suddenly he shoved his full cock into my mouth and down my throat. I choked. The chems helped me to bear this sudden rape as he grasped my rubbered head with both hands and starts to fuck me deeply down the throat. I had to focus on getting some air into my lungs between the heavy blows he gave me. I got into it. Oh wow! I liked that. I want to get more. Don’t stop! The creaking sound of his leather filled my rubber covered ears, the smell of the black leather and the male sweat under his suit filled my nose. I was totally immersed by him. After a good while, he drew his dick back. I wanted to go on and started to reach out with my mouth for his dick. But he grabbed my collar at the back and narrowed it massively. I got strangled. No air reached my lungs, no blood my head. I choked and struggled. He hold the collar tight for seconds. Then my senses began to fade. I realized he loosened the tightness. I sucked the air with long heavy breathes in. Then my senses came back. My god. That was a hard trip and the unmistakable way of him to show me without any word to obey him strictly. A wink of his hand called me back to my knees. I obeyed. He put back the mouthpiece of my hood and again I got a dose of that relaxing chems, this time a higher one. He narrowed the airflow of the hood. Breathing was harder, but my struggle to suck in air seemed to intensify the effect of the chemicals. I began to float in a cool horny world of leather and rubber.

He ordered me to stand on my knees and my elbows (as the hands where fixed to the collar of my neck) like a dog. He got behind me. I realized what he wants next. Now I’ll gonna be fucked. He forced my legs apart. I felt something greasy touch my sphincter. Some liquid was forced into it. Minutes passed. The relaxing chems made it impossible to me to guess time. Suddenly my whole intestines seemed to revolt and emptied. He cleaned me. The liquid he gave me cleaned me inside out. Then he got into me. His rubber dick filled my anus fully. I looked back. He kneed with one leg besides my left thigh, the other boot stands beside my right. I could feel how soft his leather was. He shove his dick inside of me. I moaned. Oh wow! I was fucked before, but not that way. He started slowly but mercilessly. Then he got harder and faster. Wow! Don’t stop! Don’t stop! He was getting so fast, my ass felt forced to another dimension. He fucked me like an ass fucking robot. I heard no sound, no breath from him, only the creaking rhythmic sound of his leathers and boots. Then he stopped and forced me to lay on my back. He released the valve and I could breath freely again.

I breathed fast and deep. The soft mossy ground was comfortable. I watched him slowly store away his still stiff enormous dick under the black leather suit and close the suit with his zipper. He performed it like a ritual. His attitude was again mean. Standing over me, the shining moon to his back he looked like an evil superhero and he signalled that the best was still to come. He removed his right glove, revealing again tight and shiny black rubber under it. Then he opened a zipper on the right forearm of his leather suit. At the elbow, the zipper proceeds around the arm, so that the whole part of the sleeve was removed. The forearm and hand were again covered consistently in black rubber. What was he gonna do?
He made a fist. Adrenaline exploded in my belly. I was going to be fistet! No! I’ve never done that. I was not ready for that! No!
I was shouting. My legs were struggling. I was hustling back in panic. With three steps he was over me, grabbed my hood, closed the valve and narrowed the collar to the edge. In my suffocation I watched him preparing a grease, that he was smearing all over his right fist and arm up to the elbow. My god, what was he going to do with me?
I saw stars beginning to daze my senses.

It must have been only seconds that I passed out. I could breath normally again. I was still lying on my back. His helmet was very close to my face. He gave me another dose of chems, this time it was a really heavy one. My world began to swirl. I realized, that he had connected somehow the control of my collar to a kind of cable. At the end of the cable was a kind of handhold, like for handling the breaks at a bike. He showed me how it worked. He pressed the handhold slowly. The collar narrowed. My head began to pound. The chems helped me to bear it consistently. Then he installed something, a little flask or else, on the outlet of the valve on my hood. Immediately I smelled it: poppers! Wow! That kicked. I felt his fingers smear around my sphincter. Fingers entered my ass. My heart dashed. He forced my anus to open. His fingers moved in. Never before was my ass forced to stretch as far. The chems and the poppers rushed me in a flush of pure horny ecstasy.
He shoved his hand mercilessly inwards. Oh my god. Wow! What a feeling! That was... Ow, uhhh, shit that was woahh! He was in! I felt filled to the edge. I roared under the hood like an animal. He started to tighten the collar. My head was pounding. I felt loosing the bonds of reality. He forced his fist deeper. Woaaaahhh! I roared loudly. He tightened the collar. Suffocation made me dizzy and so horny I was never before. His fist was going deeper. The collar got tighter and tighter. I couldn’t roar, no air could pass my neck any more. Wooooowwww! I was floating in space, I was feeling awesome beyond anything real! I saw stars. My senses mixed all up. Then I softly passed out into an inimitable orgasm...

When I woke up, I felt totally immersed into rubber. Somehow I was fixed to a comfortable stretcher. I was lying on my front. The cock and balls have been encased in something rubbery, very narrow. I couldn’t see anything. I heard my own breathing. The head was surrounded by a kind of inflatable hood. It felt pressing. I could breath normally but through a kind of even heavier breath control system as I had experienced from my black biker. Suddenly I remembered the orgasm. Wow!
I heared steps. Somebody was touching my sphincter. Grease was pumped into my ass. My heart raged again. It seems that I again will going to be fistet. Ooooohhhh yeaaaaaaaaahhhhh....