It was now nighttime, and I was on a double bed, laying there alone. On the other bed lay three muscular, almost naked bikers. I didn't know how to feel. I was all sweaty beneath the sheets, trying my hardest to fall asleep, but I just couldn't. My mind kept getting filled with images of what happened throughout the day. Everything felt so wrong, but part of me really began to enjoy it. Having to call Hank 'daddy' made a change in my mind.
The night felt way too long. I just couldn't fall asleep, as thoughts of both Will and Kyle sucking me off kept appearing before me. Then Hank's voice kept echoing in my head.
"Good boy..."
I look down and see myself completely naked, with both Will and Kyle licking my balls and sucking me off. I couldn't move. I just kept staring down at the two muscular men who were serving me greatly. The sound of moans seemed to fill the room.
"My good boys..." I hear the voice of Hank.
I felt both of my legs raise; Kyle and Will disappeared from my view as I saw Hank lift my feet, putting them on his shoulders. My body was letting it all happen, but my mind was saying something else. "What are you doing?" I heard my voice in my head.
I then felt something hit my buttocks. It wanted to come inside me. My body is letting everything happen. I was now just looking at Hank directly in the eyes. He was looking back at me as his member began to push inside me.
"Good boy..."
The tip of his dick went right inside me, making me feel a jolt of pain through me. This surprise woke me up. Hank disappeared, and my legs were down on the bed. It was all in my mind--a dream.
I sat up on the bed, realizing that it was now morning. Looking around the room, I noticed that Hank and Will were not on the bed. Kyle was alone, still sleeping on the bed next to the entrance of the room. I was starting to get pretty hungry, so I just stood up and walked around the room, hoping to find Will to ask if they had a place to have breakfast at. It didn't take much time to realize he wasn't even in the room, nor was Hank. They probably left to do something. Their clothes from last night were missing, so it is likely they went for a stroll on their bikes. I put on the clothes I had on last night and noticed Kyle was now waking up.
"Hey, Andrew..." He said it with a tired voice. "How did you sleep last night?"
"Just fine..." I lied. I didn't want to sound unappreciative of their niceness.
"That's cool..." He rubbed his eyelids.
"Where are Will and Hank?" I asked.
"They're probably getting breakfast from the kitchen." Kyle said, scratching his blonde hair.
"Where is that?" I asked.
"Just past the corridor, to the right, there's a double door that leads to the kitchen." He asnwered. "We own this whole building, so you can go right through."
I was surprised by that. I never would have expected a biker gang of only three members to be able to afford to have such a massive place all to themselves. Then I started to get curious.
"Wait, how do you own all of this? Just you three?" I asked.
"It's not just because we three..." He responded. "I can explain that later." He then stood up and began dressing, facing his back to me. An image of his naked ass flashed in my head as I saw him bend down to put his leather pants on. My mind was betraying me. I thought I didn't want to go any further last night, but I guess my brain changed plans. I couldn't go for it, though. It was too early in the morning, and I didn't know Kyle well enough to ask anything like that of him.
To be honest, I did think it was weird how different Kyle was acting. His movements were much more rough and scary-looking now. Comparing this Kyle to the one I saw yesterday in bed, they seemed like completely different people. Just last night, he was completely submissive to Hank, moaning as he was being fucked in the ass. Now, he looked like he would knock out whoever looked at him funny with one punch. Of course, the spiky leather jacket and biker boots helped with his terrifying demeanor.
Kyle left the room, probably going to the kitchen to meet with Will and Hank. I walked behind him. Going through the hallway with Kyle, I really noticed how big this place was. There were quite a lot of rooms on two floors, all owned by this biker gang. I couldn't help but wonder what was behind some of these doors.
We finally got to the dining area. It was pretty big, and it had multiple decent-sized tables. The smell of food finally got to my nose, and my mouth began salivating. It just smelled like scrambled eggs, but I was so hungry that any food smelled glorious to me.
Kyle entered the kitchen, and I followed, not wanting to be left alone in the massive dining area. To the sound of metal kitchen instruments and the smell of scrambled eggs and melted butter, Hank and Will were talking while getting breakfast ready.
"Good morning!" I said I saw them immediately.
Hank and Will turned around, now seeing that Kyle and I had arrived.
"Oh, hi guys, we were pretty much finishing up." Will said as he lifted a pan off the stove they were standing next to.
"You both can go sit down at the dining table. We have prepared some for you already." Hank continued.
"Are you sure you don't need help with anything?" Kyle asked.
"Nah, you go sit down." Hank responded.
We both followed Hank's orders and left the kitchen. Kyle sat down first, and I sat next to him.
"You're really weird." Kyle told me, not facing my direction. "You've been following my every move, but you haven't said a word to me since I woke up."
I guess I didn't notice how awkward that looked.
