I'm driving home and as I approach the stop light, I'm behind an army guy on a motorcycle. I can see in his mirrors that he's kind of cute, but probably straight and married. But hey, a guy can look right?
The light turns green, he kicks off his bike and turns the corner, as do I. I end up following him accidentally for a little while, then he goes straight into this little neighborhood that has a small turn around with a patch of grass in the middle. I turn left to just keep heading home.
The army guy loops around the circle and now he's behind me, that's strange, I thought.
I continue in my route home and notice that he's behind me pretty closely and makes every turn that I do, so instead of going home, I wrap around a few extra blocks, you can never be too safe these days.
I finally turn the opposite way he does so I make it around to my home and park in my driveway. I start scrolling through social media before heading inside, it's a thing I do.
I suddenly hear the roar of a bike and that sound always catches my ears, and I see the army guy pulling in next to my car.
"Oh shit!" I wonder what he wants.
He leaves his bike running, gets off it, and leans into my car window, "what the fuck were you staring at? Following me around like that? You trying to get yourself killed?"
"Um . . . I wasn't . . . Um . . . Following you. That's the route I take home to avoid extra traffic lights. I'm sorry, I was just admiring your bike."
He looks me up and down in my seat, he opens the car door from the outside, and rolls up the window. I'm terrified and frozen in my seat. He reaches over and pushes the button to turn my car off.
As he's right in my face, he says, "I'm going to take you for a ride. It's a sweet one. Let's go boy."
I hop out of my car, position my phone, keys, etc in their right places and he hands me a helmet. I slip it on my head, tighten the strap, and he mounts his bike. He turns around and pats the seat behind him, "no where else to ride but behind me. Let's go!"
I mount his bike and grip the sides of his jacket. He positions his helmet on, and turns the bike around in my driveway and pulls down the road.
I live on the edge of town so a country road doesn't take long to get to and we're soon flying down back roads, I'm gripping his jacket and as we slow down and stop at the stop sign, he reaches his hands to mine and pulls them around his waist.
He takes off down the next stretch of road, and I'm lost in his scent, a bit of sweaty musk from working all day, a bit of deodorant to not smell as bad, and the faintest smell of leather and something else I can't quite put my finger on.
I lean into his back and inhale deeply, which I think he notices as he leans his head slightly down to give me more space on his back. We start to slow down and reach another stop sign.
He reaches for my hands again, and I'm thinking he's going to throw me off his bike out here in the country and make me walk home, but instead, he slides my left hand down to his groin.
I let him use my hand to massage his ever growing cock that I can feel. Fuck he's big! I move my hand back up to the other one and he pushes it down.
He turns his head slightly, "keep your fucking hands where I put them, even on my fucking cock."
I leave my hand where it is and he takes off again, we zip down another street or two and we finally pull off the road down some gravel driveway.
"Oh shit," I think to myself, "I'm going to get murdered. Damn it, I let the wrong head do the thinking and now this is the end."
He pulls his bike into the small barn behind the house, and kills the engine. I release my grip, and just wait, unsure what to do. He unbuckles my helmet, takes it off, and almost pulls me off the bike.
"Okay, now that I've got you here, what do you say you pay up for that free ride I just gave you? Gas ain't cheap you know?" He grimaces in my face.
"I'm sorry. Please don't hurt me. Just let me leave and I'll walk home, I'm sorry."
"Jesus, I'm not going to hurt you, at least not like that. What kind of movies you been watching? I just want a little TLC with a warm hole or two. But if you can't do that, then you might as well fuck off now because it's getting dark and these roads aren't kind at night."
"Oh, I, um, I'm sorry. I just thought that" I stumble through.
"Thought what? That I was gonna drive you out here, slip your hand on my cock and then chop your head off in the woods?"
"Um, something like that."
"No, that's not my plan. Come here."
I walk over to him, he stands a good six inches above me, grabs my nipples through my thin shirt, "if you agree, I'll treat you right tonight and tomorrow I'll drive you home a fresh fucked boy. Why do you say?"
I moan at his pull, "yes please."
"Good, now I need to change, let's climb up in the loft."
We climb the ladder, him behind me pushing up on my ass. And we get to the top and there's a small landing and a door. He pushes the door open and I'm smacked by the instant smell of leather and sex.
He guides me towards a chair in the middle of the room, sits me down, and begins to fasten the restraints around my wrists and legs. I'm fastened to the chair and he stands behind me, still wearing his leather riding gloves, and pulls on my nipples again.
He pulls his hands up my chest, over my face and back down my chest again. He then rips my shirt in two pieces, easily, and pulls them from me. He reaches around and shoves a rubber ring in my mouth, tightening it behind my head so that all I can do is stick my tongue out, barely.
He leaves me there and walks away, behind me, I hear him fumbling around. A short time later, he appears in front of me, but he's dressed much differently.
His tight chest and abs glisten from the sweat on his body, the leather straps molding around the top of his chest, the band on his arm tightly squeezing his bicep.
He's also got on the tightest pair of chaps I've ever seen, a huge pouch containing his junk, and when he turns around, his perfect ass molded into two perfectly round cheeks.
I start to drool in my gag as my eyes drop down to his black harness boots. He turns back around to me, puts his leather gloved hand against my throat, pushing against it, he leans down to my face, "are you going to be a good obedient boy for me today?"
I nod my head yes, he pushes a little harder on my throat, "I didn't fucking hear you boy."
I grunt a yes, and he stands up straight, pulls a crop from his boot and slaps my chest three times on each side.
I grimace, "what was that?" He said.
"Yes... Sir..." I grunt through my gag again. He slaps my chest a few more times.
"That's better boy, don't forget it."
