Nova
Scotia was a great place for
motorcycling with lots of lovely twisty roads following the coastline. It also had lots of cute towns dotted along
the coastline. I stopped for the night
at one of these towns, checking into a B & B. It was still fairly early in
the afternoon. After unloading my
motorcycle I headed out for a walk. It was cool out so I left my leathers on.
One section of the town had been restored
to make a historical television drama and had a set of stocks and a gallows in
a “town square”. It was away from the main part of the town and was deserted. I
had a closer look at the stocks and wondered what it would be like to be in
them. As I was looking at the stocks, half a dozen guys on motorcycles arrived.
They were all wearing one piece black leathers and black helmets with dark
tinted visors. They parked their bikes and walked towards me, with their
helmets still on. I tried saying hello but got no response. Suddenly a couple
of them grabbed me while a couple of others opened the stocks. The bikers
pushed my neck into the central hole of the stocks with my wrists pushed into
the outer holes. The stocks were closed on my neck and wrists. I started to
call out but one of the bikers stuffed a bandanna into my mouth and secured it
with a knotted bandanna. I tried to push the stocks open but something was
holding them closed.
The bikers returned to their bikes without
a word and rode away. I struggled against the stocks but they were holding me
firm. I tired to call out but my cries were reduced to mmmppphhh by the gag. I
also realised I was developing a huge hard on. I was thee, trapped in the
stocks, gagged for some time. It was a quiet part of town it seemed like no one
was going to come past. I was partly grateful not to be seen trapped like this
but also scared that I would be left here all night.
After what felt like a couple of hours I
saw a group of young guys walk along the street. They were dressed in hoodies,
jeans and skater sneakers. I mmmppphhhed into my gag as they walked by. They walked over to me.
“Well what have we got here? A leather clad
biker locked in the stocks.”
The guys ruffled my hair, felt my arse and
rubbed my crotch. I was going even harder.
“Hey, feel how hard he is, I think he’s
enjoying this.”
“Do you want to be released?”
I nodded and mmmppphhhed into my gag.
“I think we might have a bit of fun first.”
I mmmppphhhed into my gag and struggled
against the stocks but of course I was going nowhere. I was as horny as hell
trapped in the stocks being felt up by these gorgeous young guys.
The rubbing against my crotch grew more
intense and I was aching for release. One of the guys unzipped the fly of my
leather pants and undid the waist band. My pants and undies were pulled down
exposing my arse and cock. One felt one of the guys behind me start to rub his
cock against my arse and I tried to scream for him to stop.
“Biker boy, I can do anything I like to you
and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
I continued to mmmppphh into my gag and
struggle against the stocks but my resistance was useless. I knew he could do
anything he liked to me. I felt a hand start to jerk my cock off.
“You sure seem to be enjoying this.”
The rubbing of my cock intensified and I
was taken to the brink of orgasm several times. Eventually I shot a huge load
and I felt my body shake all over. The guys pulled my leather pants back up,
zipping up the fly and fastening the waist band.
“You obviously didn’t get here on your own;
someone will be back for you.”
I mmmppphhhed into my gag and struggled
against the stocks but the young guys walked away.
I remained trapped in the stocks and gagged
for some time. While I knew I couldn’t get free, I would struggle against the
stocks and mmmppphhh into my gag. This reinforced the feeling on helplessness
and made me horny. The sun started to set and the temperature started to drop.
I was getting concerned that I would be left here all night. No one else had
come by since the young skater guys.
Just as I was giving up hope of being
released, the leather clad bikers returned. This time they arrived on foot although
they were still wearing their helmets. One of them was carrying a wooden device
that I later learned was called a pranger. One of the bikers opened the stocks
while another held me while they locked my neck and wrists into the pranger.
There was a chain attached to the pranger and I was led away in the opposite
direction from the B&B. We walked for about 10 minutes and I was grateful
that we didn’t pass anyone. I felt rather self conscious walking along a public
street locked in a pranger.
We reached a white clapboard two story
house – a typical Nova Scotia
house. I was led around the back and down a set of stairs into the basement.
The pranger was attached to a chain hanging from the ceiling. Leather cuffs
were buckled around my ankles and these were clipped to a wooden bar keeping my
feet apart. Chains coming from upright supports either side of me were also
clipped to the ankle cuffs stopping me from moving. Once I was secure, the
bikers removed their helmets. They were all stunning. One of them said, “We’re
going to leave you here for a while, don’t worry we will be back.”
As they left the room I mmmppphhhed into my
gag and struggled against the pranger and the chains but, of course, I wasn’t
going anywhere. While I was well and truly turned on by my bondage, I was also
getting really frustrated.
The bikers returned and one of them
unzipped my fly pulling my still hard cock out.
“Someone’s already been having fun.” He
said, referring to the dried cum on my cock from my encounter with the skater
boys. “Well, you’d better have something left for us as you’re staying like
this until you shoot for us.”
He started to work my cock, which was
responding very nicely to the massage, my bondage and the sight of six cute
bikers in black leather. The bikers took turns working me up to orgasm but
stopping short. I was as frustrated as hell as I wanted to shoot what was left
of my load. Finally I shot another huge load feeling a fabulous wave of orgasm
sweep across my body.
They released me from the pranger and
chains and invited me to join them for dinner. We headed to a restaurant in the
town centre. We headed in on the bikes, I rode pillion with one of the bikers.
The sight of 7 leather clad bikers walking into a restaurant certainly turned
some heads. Later one of the bikers took me back to the B&B and ended up
staying over – we remained in our leathers all night.
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