Introduction:
Ian (19) wanted to get rescued. Alpha Cody Roade had captured and abused him with his black mechanic crew. His father found out. But Ian had already formulated a plan. In the end, Bradly Moore (21), a linebacker from college, helped him escape the garage. Becoming Ian’s boyfriend.
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Rough Cherry Pop – Chapter 3.
The way out.
The evening wasn’t a complete disaster. Sure, I was captured by 8 or 9 interracial gangbangers. And alright, they abused my twink ass without my consent. But what the tattooed Brazillian stallion was doing now felt good. Antonio – a 34-year-old bouncer at a local gay nightclub – sat behind me and rimmed me deeply. Felching the Asian cum out of my hole. The slick Japanese Ninja, Chan Sato – or Shaun as I called him in high school – had impregnated me moments before. Fucking his Ninja worriers deep inside me.
And I could not blame these two either. Last Friday, I made an account on a gay dating site. Practically advertising my body for anyone who wanted to take my anal virginity. The owner of this garage – I was held captive in now – had taken the bait. Fuck, he had taken my innocence with extreme force. But at least I had given him permission to do so. Shit, I wanted Cody Roade – a rough 40-year-old Alpha male – to take my virginity. However, the brute had cleverly concealed his alternate sinister motives.
Tony Manzo – my Dad – had confided in me. My Dad had told me he was into men as well. He had seen Cody’s pictures and video of us having brutal sex. But why my father had sent me back to him puzzled me. Tony apparently knew I was into men. He had told me so. Fuck, he had even known I was into the muscle leather types. Giving me a butch motorcycle jacket and boots. They lay cut up on the floor of the garage now.
I hung naked and tied up over a motorcycle scissor lift. With my sorry ass up in the air. Ready to be used. Roade had threatened to keep me there for the weekend. He boasted to his crew that he had paying customers waiting in line for me. This gangbang was his revenge. My father had won a truck from Roade gambling. And the filthy garage owner saw his chance to earn back the money this loss had cost him at my expense. Cody’s men had their fun already. The black mechanics, their Mexican biker buddies, and other men had all abused me. Hanging from a scaffolding frame, suspended in mid-air.
As ruthless and nasty the sex with Roade’s crew had been, as pleasant were Antonio and Chan to me. Sure, getting fucked by these two was hard work. But at least they made sure I liked it.
After licking my hole clean from Chan’s cum, Antonio pulled himself up. Grabbing each sore ass cheek with his fists. Sliding his giant hands along the side of my body. Hooking them over my shoulders. He bent over my back and softly asked, “… Are you okay, Ian?… I am sorry about this… I did not know what Roade was up to before it all started… I could not stop it… I am so sorry…“
“Ha… No, you’re not!… I saw you look… You wanted to take me from the moment you looked at me… But I loved it… I just wish those men were more like you and Chan… I actually enjoyed our little threesome… We should try that again sometime, sir…” I said without sounding accusatory, looking into the electric blue eyes of the tall Brazilian with his bleached hair.
“Damn, you’re pretty, sir… And your dick is huge… I am impressed…“
“Well, that makes two of us… I never had a guy lick my Brazil nuts while my cock was stretching his throat… that was hot, Ian…“
Whatever the man had said or done was nothing compared to the renewed use of my name. Cody Roade had reduced that to ‘It’. That felt so humiliating.
However, Antonio’s next move made me even more proud of him.
“Is there anything you need before we let Roade’s clients in?…” asked Antonio sucking on my earlobe.
“Well, you could stretch my ass out a bit more… If you want…” I said hornily. I was starting to fall for the gentile Brazilian.
“That’s not what I asked… What do YOU need, puppy?… My pleasure can wait… I have a feeling we will meet again…“
“Uhmmm?… I do hope we can…” I said.
“Can what?…” asked Antonio, having lost the threat of our sneaky conversation.
“I hope we can fuck sometime, sir…” I grinned naughtily at the stallion lying on my back.
“Hummm?… I normally don’t… I work at The Pit as a bouncer… We are not allowed to play with customers there… Not even when we are off duty… And you’re a bit young for my taste, boy…” sighed the 34-year-old stallion heavily, “… But, okay then, Ian… I’ll make an exception for you… You asked for it!… But that’s not what I was asking you, puppy…” said Antonio as he lifted his hips up to reposition his humongous brown Latino dick. He pointed it at my backdoor without using his hands and softly increased the pressure. I let out a big sigh as I relaxed to let him in.
After a few minutes of getting stretched out by him, I told the Brazilian honestly, “…Antonio?… I am a bit cold… And I would much rather leave than get injected with the STDs of strangers…” I sighed worriedly.
“But I am a stranger too…” whispered the man hotly.
“Not for long… Man, that cock is huge… I love it!… Just push the lube in a bit deeper…” I half grinned, half gasped for air. The gentleman had not even passed the halfway mark on his 12-inch Brazilian shaft. But I wanted more of him. I liked the way he screwed me.
“Sure… We can try that… And as for getting you out of here?… That’s a bigger problem, Ian!… Those gangbangers would kill Chan and me if they suspect we help you escape…” said Antonio softly, increasing the pressure again.
“See… that’s what I like about you, sir… You try to please me… Rather than rape my sorry ass… But I really can’t take all those freaks… I just got deflowered last weekend… Sir… Please?…” I said with a shiver as Antonio’s balls prevented him from entering me even deeper. He let his cock sit inside for a while without moving too much. Letting my cunt get used to his girthy meat.
“Call me Anton, Ian… I am no one’s master…” he whispered.
“Ha… Well, ‘No One’ is a lucky man… You can be my master, if you want to, Pappi… I’ve got so much to learn…” I joked.
“See… Now, that’s what I like about you, boy… You still joke around after all that’s happened tonight…”
Looking at the clock near the office door, I realized that I had been here for nearly 3 hours already. And that was only the first 3 of the 72 Roade had threatened me with.
“Sir… Uhmmm, I mean… Anton… Could you grab my house keys and wallet from my jeans?… I need those back…” I asked anxiously, “… And how the hell am I getting out of here?…“
Antonio did not answer my plea. He smacked my ass, and I shivered again. Slowly, very softly, and with great control, the Brazilian pulled out of me. Looking over my shoulder, I saw the stud stand up and unzip his chapped legs. The button snaps followed, making the kinky leather chaps fall off his hips. Antonio pushed his cock back into his button jeans and wrapped my naked ass in his tight black chaps.
As he sat behind me to zip up the legs, he undid the Velcro straps holding my legs to the scissor lift. Warning me not to move them out of place. Fearing the other men would notice my escape. Anton got up and rubbed his hands down my leathered legs. The tight feeling of the chaps gave me an odd sense of comfort. Anton spread his legs wide behind me as he undid the chap’s leather lace. He cinched it tightly and knotted the ends to fit my waist size.
Apparently, Shaun had not left us. I felt the fit Asian muscle dude’s lips kiss my cockhead. He had slid on the floor through the Brazilian bouncer’s legs. I looked between my legs from the other side of the motorcycle lift. The look the tough, boisterous leather chaps provided me gave me goosebumps of pleasure. Just as much as feeling Shaun’s lips close around my erect cock and suck it hard. It had not been stiff all evening. But somehow, leather did something with me that I could not control. Nor did I want to control it if it got me laid and sucked simultaneously.
For the tall Brazilian God had seen what Shaun was doing between my legs. It made him hard again. Real hard. His jeans showed the spot where the more than 12-inch cock started leaking. He quickly pulled it out and parked it deep inside my guts again. He breathed hard and fucked me even harder. The colossal Latino penis began pushing time and time against my p-spot. Anton wasn’t mean about it. He just liked to pound the cum out of me. It was the release I was hoping for. As I pushed Shaun’s head deeper over my aching cock, I shot a sticky load into his mouth. Milking Anton’s cock in the process. One after the other, we came hard. My first proper threesome. I was happy. Satisfied and stinking proud.
Regardless, not knowing how to escape this desperate situation made me tremble in fear.
Antonio walked to my mouth’s side of the motorcycle lift. He shouted – so the rest of Roade’s crew could hear, “… Clean me up bitch… I think you’re ready for it!…” But after I licked the slimy dick as clean as I could make it, he bent down, whispering – so only Chan and I could hear, “… You’ve got two options to get away, puppy… Either the fire escape door on your right… Or you have to fight your way out when these guys go to sleep… But that may be hours…” sighed the Brazilian macho worriedly.
Chan seemed to agree with him in horror. He hissed, “… Don’t worry about your clothes, Ian… My car is parked nearby… Right across the railroad tracks from here on Mercy Street and 37th… In the alley behind the Chinese Toko… It’s a beat-up blue Corolla with blacked-out windows… The boot is unlocked… Grab what you need from my gym bag and wait for me… I’ll take you home, sweetheart… It won’t be easy, though… You can’t just walk out of here…“
I looked up at the guys. My body was finally free of bounds. However, if I moved, Roade and his men would be on me like dung flies on a turd. Honestly, I knew I would have to face the first of the paying gangbangers soon.
“But Anton?… What about your chaps?… I like them… But you need them back…” I said, looking up at him.
“Dude…” smirked the tall tattooed bouncer, “... If we get out of this without injury, those chaps can wait… I work at ‘The Pit’ from Friday 10 am to Tuesday 10 pm… Hook me up on a Monday around midday… But let’s not worry about that!… We need to get you out of here first…“
Partially relieved that we had some kind of plan figured out, I hung my head and told the guys, “… Okay… Shaun… Sorry, Chan… Squirt some numbing lube in my ass… I’ll need it!…” I said resigned.
“…Anton?… Tell the ‘Gangbanger-in-Chief’ I am ready… Oh, God!… What has my Dad gotten me into?… I’ll kill him!… I just wanted to experiment with guys… But not like… Not like… Oh God… Not like this!…” I said as tears started to stream down my face. Resigned to the fact that things could only get worse from here.
Antonio rummaged through my cut and ripped jeans and biker jacket as he walked back to the office. Putting my personal belongings in his pants. The fucking crew approved. Thinking the Brazilian was robbing me blind.
The office door opened as Anton entered. I saw 6 or 7 guys – all dressed in some form of leather and denim gear – waiting in line. Having ‘fun’ with the 3 women behind the reception desk. Or otherwise, arguing with Cody Roade. People were pushing and shoving him around. I assumed it was because they wanted to be the first to abuse my sorry ass.
The first few men were allowed to enter. But in the background, the shouting match in the office did not subside.
One of the guys hung back and accepted a blunt from one of the black mechanics. The two seemed to know each other. While he talked with Roade’s crew, my view of him got blocked by a jock in short rubber chaps and a posing pouch with yellow striping around the zip. This stinking dude yanked the zip open and fished his cock out. Like a good puppy, I opened my mouth expectantly. But instead of him ramming the formidable cock inside, he gave a dirty straining grunt. Pissing straight over my face. It took him quite some time to finish the unexpected golden shower. And I was disgusted.
Not that the guy at my back liked the scene any better. He, too, recoiled from my ass as the piss splattered over my back. And I don’t know what the pisser had eaten or drunk before coming here. But the unrelenting stream of warm urine stank to high heaven.
The guy at my back started to heave from the stench. He left the garage without even touching me. And I could not blame him. I had never felt so filthy in my life. The pisser tried to shove his dripping dick into my mouth and ordered, “… Clean me up!…”
I refused to open my mouth, and without another word, he left, too.
That left candidate number 3. A brawny jock. Not much older than myself. If it wasn’t for my desperate position, I would have flirted with him if we met in some bar or club. Fuck, I would have even let him assault my ass down a dirty alley behind a dumpster. He was nice-looking. Exactly my type. Tough and sure of himself. This guy wore a nice leather jacket over his naked, musculin torso. He had tied a checked, red flannel logger’s shirt around his waist. He also wore gloves and a leather baseball cap. A cap with our college logo. He wore a thick silver necklace and sunglasses.
This jock popped out his dick as he resolutely stepped forward. Planting himself – with his legs apart – in front of my face. He was shaved smooth. Hung like a horse. Around his shaved cock and balls, he wore a butch leather cockstrap with chrome snaps.
But before he made his move, he grabbed a water bottle from a nearby tote. As cold as I was, I was grateful for him pouring it over my hair and back. Rinsing some of the piss from my body. His gloved hand even ran through my hair as if he was washing it. He pulled a towel from the back of his jeans. A cloth you sometimes see footballers use. With it, he curtly wiped my hair and face dry. Man, I was so appreciative of this. I raised my face and opened my mouth. The man stood close enough for me to give the semi-erect slong a warm swipe of gratitude. And he did like it. Stepping even closer so I could take him between my lips. Tongueing his pleasurably pulsating cockhead.
However, after a minute or two, he stepped back from my sucking mouth and walked to the other side of the bike lift. Keeping a gloved hand on my body at all times. “This isn’t so bad…” I thought. Shocking myself.
“NO MAN!… This is terrible!… You are about to get screwed by a total stranger… You are being pimped out against your will!… Don’t give in to this!… He may look hot… Fuck, he may even taste nice… But this fucker paid to rape you!…” I thought angrily to myself.
The sexy jock slid his hand through my buttcrack. Checking if I was ready to receive whatever he would dish out. His 10-inch dick pranced lustfully in front. Poking out the bleached jeans. The spiked leather strap around his cock and balls reminded me of Cody Roade. Even the size of his member reminded me of the Alpha man to whom I lost my virginity last Friday. And this young guy acted like an Alpha as well. Fuck, I was so confused. Conflicted even. I started to wish this guy would hurry up and get it over with. But then I remembered that Cody was keeping me here the entire weekend until I paid for my father’s new car.
What did Roade tell his men?; ” – This mother fucker is here to pay his Pappi’s debt!… That fucker won the truck from me… But now this bitch’s tight asshole will pay for it!… – ”
So my Dad had won his new truck from Cody Road. I was going to pay for it with my ass. Roade was a sore loser! That much was obvious. But why my father had sent me here in the first place was still unclear to me. Was this punishment for me turning gay?
I was doomed. That much I knew for sure. I shivered in fear as this big jock rubbed his giant cock through my ass crack. Slamming it against my buttcheeks. Teasing me with it. He used his hot 10-pounder to drum on my bottom a few times. It got him hard, alright.
However, there was no need to fear this one. The college jock gently planted the shaft against my buttocks and bent over me.
Asking softly, “… Do you smoke?…“
“Sometimes…” I answered, surprised.
He pushed his joint between my lips, and I took a deep drag. Letting out a thick cloud of smoke with a thankful sigh.
“What does a nice boy like you do in a place like this?…” the man asked as he kissed my wet neck.
Still, I had not recognized his voice.
“Shit Ian… What have they done to you?… It’s me… Bradly… We talked at school…” He whispered softly in my ear.
“Bradly?… What the fuck?…” I said, stunned. Feeling stupid for not recognizing him, “… Get me out of here!… My father set something up with the owner… Something about a lost bet and his new truck… I never wanted this… Ohhh!… Bradly… You are a sight for a sore ass…“
“I can see you’re hurting, Ian… But… We can’t leave like this, buddy… Roade got the office locked down…“
“Well, what do you suggest we do until the coast is clear?…” I asked, hoping for a defined plan to rescue me.
At least, I assumed Bradly was here to rescue me and not one of those arseholes that paid to abuse me.
“How about a little of this?…” said Bradly lifting his ass up and sliding back a little. Planting his pointy dickhead against my aching boy-cunt. Grinding the hefty, warm shaft purposefully between my buttocks.
“Hmmm… Feels nice, buddy… But go slow… Make it last… That Asian guy over there and the Brazilian bouncer at the office door are helping me… We need to have them make a diversion… The way out is through the fire escape to my right… But Brad… Just slide it over my starfish for now… Make it look convincing, though… Those black ballers would kill us if they knew we were up to something… And I don’t want you to get hurt too…“
“Geez… Your crack is wet… Have they… Have they used you already, Ian?…” asked Bradly in shock as his cockhead caressed my outer baffles. Making it look from a distance as if he was gruffly penetrating my hole.
“Yes, they did…” I sighed disgustedly, “… But I had the Asian guy lube me up extra good… So I could handle those waiting fuckers…”
“Ahhh?… I am not hurting you, am I, Ian?… You’ve got some nasty bruises already…“
“Nah… My shoulders and legs are sore, but I can manage… I am glad you’re here, though… I much rather get taken by you than those old biker guys, anyway…” I said with kind of a longing sigh.
I tried to grab Shaun’s and Anton’s attention. But nothing doing. So I muttered to Bradly, “… Stand behind me and start beating me while you make it look like you plow me hard… Talking dirty might grab their attention… We need that diversion… I want out of here!…“
“You can’t leave like this… You’re naked, Ian!…” muttered Bradly.
“Do it, man!… I can’t stand this place much longer…”
Bradly reluctantly raised himself off my back and started slapping and beating me. Pulling on my hair and balls. Talking dirty to me. Even wrapping the gloved fingers around my throat. But without choking me for real. Man, this athletic linebacker had mean moves. It soon became clear he was well-versed in BDSM. Yet he never actually hurt me. However, the tip of his cock accidentally penetrated my slicked-up eye a few times. As it did so, Bradly let out a dirty, longing moan. Yet, every time he quickly pulled out before losing complete control. Smacking my ass even more loudly. Luckily, the leather chaps cushioned the blows nicely. I could tell that he was getting desperate, though. Bradly wanted to screw my brains out. And I could not blame him for wanting it. He was into guys in leather, and these chapped buttocks must have turned him on good. But not here. Not now.
Then the 21-year-old linebacker started to call derisively, “… Take that slut… I am going to breed you so deep… I never use condoms… So stop begging me to put one on bitch… Take my babies… I am going to trainwreck that cunt… And after I have blown my load inside, I will rape you for real!…“
Well, that got Antonio’s attention, alright. He looked over, and I nodded my head to him. Gesturing to the fire escape door. However, Roade’s right-hand man, Andrew, had seen it, too. The oversized black mechanic saw me look at the exit to the side of the garage. Guessing correctly that something was up. He immediately blocked our only escape route. Luckily, the other drunk and doped men had noticed nothing. And from the office came the diversion we were waiting for.
My father had allegedly knocked Roade out. For moments before, we heard him shout, “… What the fuck, Code?… This was not the plan!… You were supposed to have your 3 mechanics scare my boy straight a little!… Not organize a paying gangbang with half the leather men from Grindr… If any of these assholes touched him!…”
And then we heard a fist hit its mark. The Alpha daddy, Cody, hit the floor with a clunk.
So that was it! Was it? Dad wanted to scare me straight. Hoping a rough gangbang with a couple of black fuckers would do the trick. Well, he was wrong, and I would prove it to him! My blood boiled as I heard him rage against Roade.
As Bradly looked up at the commotion, he jumped immediately over the motorcycle lift. Sprinting to the office door. But before he moved, the burly black mechanic had already run to Cody Roade’s side. Bradly caught up with him and rugby-tackled the man to the floor. Andrew banged his face on a tool chest and was knocked out cold. The two landed next to my pile of ripped clothes. Bradly grabbed what he could and noticed I had yet to follow him. I had tried to, but was too sore to move. I lay in a crumpled heap on the floor beside the lift. My legs could not carry me. Shaun and Bradly ran back to me and helped me up.
As we neared the office door, my father ran toward us into the workshop. He wanted to stop Shaun and Bradly. Not knowing who they were, and rescue me himself.
However, I aimed a blow to his face. Knocking my old man on his ass. Shouting down at him, “… You’ve earned that!… Here… This is what’s left of your leather jacket… Filthy closet fucker!… You’ve planned this with Roade!… You will do time for this!…”
Slamming the ripped jacket over his face. Kicking him in the groin for good measure. God, I hated Tony Manzo. He was not my Dad. Not anymore. He was just as bad as Cody Roade.
As I started raging at my father, Bradly ran into the office. The bouncer, Antonio, blocked the door with his masculine body. Bradly had the foresight to open the remote gate to the car lot. After the gate had opened, he ripped the control box off the wall. Smashing it on the head of Roade, who had regained consciousness. Anton and Chan covered our retreat and started to fight with Roade’s drunk crew.
As Bradly helped me outside and into his tricked-out hatchback, I saw, in a blur, the two saviors flee the scene as well. We followed Anton’s car and ended up in the alley behind the Chinese Toko on Mercy Street and 37th. Near Chan’s beat-up Corolla.
Well, I don’t know if we actually did. I was on the verge of passing out. Lying slumped on the passenger seat of Bradly’s car. The three guys chatted for a short while. I could hear that much. But I was well out of it.
Brad jumped back into his pride and joy and raced us to his apartment complex near the college. We arrived there around midnight. Students stared at Bradly and me as the man carried me into the hallway. They were on their way out to party in town. Celebrating the beginning of summer in style. Brad helped me into the 5 story building in a firemen’s lift. I was covered by Anton’s leather chaps. Brad’s flannel shirt concealed my modesty. And wearing Cody’s white denim snap-button shirt over my naked torso. The only surviving item of clothing I had worn 4 hours before. After I had unknowingly entered Roade’s Garage earlier that evening.
When we arrived at Brad’s apartment on the 4th floor, his roommate looked disgusted at the pair of us.
“Jesusss, Bradly… Are you bringing those faggots home with you, too, now?… Get out of here!…” bellowed the guy who shared the flat with Bradly.
His sharp voice jerked me awake.
“That is none of your business, Christopher!… I own this apartment… And I am not going to fuck him… But Ian needs a place to stay… He is hurt!… Can’t you see that, Arsehole?… If you don’t like it, then leave!…”
“Fine!…” shouted the man angrily.
“Fine!… You still owe me last month’s rent!…” called Bradly at the retreating back of his roommate.
I did not remember much after that. Bradly took me into his bedroom. Laying me carefully on the queen-sized bed. The athletic jock helped me out of the denim shirt and removed his flannel shirt from my hips. Funnily enough, he left Anton’s chaps on me. I smiled at him with a puffy face as Bradly gave me a longing look at my exposed limp 8-inch boyhood. Bradly startled as he saw me look at him.
“It’s okay, big fellow… We can try a bit of that in the morning… Just undress and crawl next to me, Brad… I could use a bit of TLC from a big stud like you… Hmmm… Yeah… I want to jump your bone… You don’t even have to dress up for me… But can we go to bed now?… I am so cold…” I said, shivering.
The stupid thing was, the evening was still warm. Bradly’s bedroom window was open, trying to catch a nonexistent breeze.
I watched Bradly undress. But he left his leather jacket on. His dick was semi-erect as he forced it back into a loose pair of black boxers. The linebacker pushed his arm under my neck, and I lay on him like a pillow. A lovely-smelling, tough leather pillow. I slid my hand into his shorts as he kissed me goodnight. I took a good hold of the shaft and stroked my thumb over his cockhead. Feeling the lovely silky cock grow, I fell into a deep sleep on my savior’s brought chest.
When I awoke, a thin black satin sheet covered our bodies the following morning. Bradly was dreaming of something pleasant. His morning wood had pitched a 3-ringed circus tent in his shorts. Or wait? His shorts lay abandoned on the end of his bed. The circus had free admission, and I went for it.
I let my fingers stroke the jacket. Letting them worship the buff leather protecting Bradly’s heaving chest. Man, this athlete was so strong and sexy I could eat him. I went down on him as soon as that thought popped into my brain. Giving the sweaty chest lovely caressing kisses.
Bradly was still fast asleep when my tongue probed his belly button. I had never sucked on an outie like this. The hump that made up his belly button was warm and firm. My hand had reached the man’s shaved, prancing 10-pounder before my lips did. I had gently enclosed the cock and balls with a thumb and forefinger. Guiding my lips over the precum-leaking head. Fuck, he tasted nice. Bradly stirred as my tongue swirled over his glans. I stopped for a moment to let him fall back to sleep. He sighed and lay still.
A few minutes later, it was time to wake him as I had dreamed about for years. But this stud was much more impressive than I had ever imagined. I flipped around. Putting my legs on the pillow next to sleeping beauty. My lips closed over the cock. My cheeks sucked vacuum, and I went down on Bradly. As I bobbed up and down, my tongue explored every ridge and vein on his enormous 10-inch cock. What I had not bargained for happened not long after. Bradly’s balls started to leak for real. His precum filled me up. I had to stop and swallow. This woke Bradly up. Apparently, he wanted me to continue because I felt his sleepy hand take hold of the top of my head as if it were an American football with lips.
Bradly snorted and puffed as I continued sucking him. The linebacker took control and pumped my face over his shaft. Soon the man fucked my throat. Pushing up as I went down. The cockhead disappeared into my esophagus. Not that I minded that. I let him do it. Because I wanted to give him the release I had dreamed about for so long. Well, at least for as long as I knew the sexy man was gay, too. And that was less than a week.
Bradly did not disappoint. He let me come up for air once more. Then he softly pushed my head back down. He increased the tempo and the roughness. His leather jacket creaked as he forced himself down my throat again. Brad released his baby army directly into my gullet with an almighty dirty grunt.
This was where it got a little uncomfortable. Because Bradly kept my face buried deep into his hairless groin. 8 or 9 streams of hot jizz went straight up the pipe. And even after the initial onslaught, he kept squirting bits of sperm into my mouth. I swallowed what I could, and the rest spilled out the corners of my mouth onto his balls.
I kept sucking the juices out of the morning wood until he was spent. The man trembled and breathed hard as he caressed my hair. Loving every second of this hotter-than-hot blowjob.
And I loved the way he had handled me. He took control without letting me lose my grip on the situation. Fuck, this was so hot. Bradly’s seed tasted so special. Nice enough to go for seconds.
But the man had finally woken up enough to formulate a different plan. He pulled me around and sat on top of me. Without any form of preparation, Brad’s hot fuck tunnel gobbled my hard cock up. He let out a painful sigh as he forced himself down. It felt so fucking nice. I had played with one of Dad’s vibrating anal mastrubators. But this was nothing like that. Brad’s powerful hole was much tighter and warmer.
I could feel his sphincter close and convulsively contract around my shaft. The inside of Brad’s guts were so hot, silky, and slick. I was fucking my first real man!
“Now you truly belong to the gay community, Ian…” I thought with pride. Pounding upward as Bradly slid down. We screwed for ages. Progressively upping the tempo until my hips drummed loudly against the burly man riding me like a cowboy. This sex was much better than with any of the women I had ever bedded.
The only thing left to try – in this week-of-firsts – was to breed him. I wanted to cum so bad I was aching.
“Ohh… Fuck… Not so hard, Ian!…” moaned Bradly. But he could not stop riding my bone either.
“Man… That ass of yours feels so nice!… I want to cum inside… Can I?… Baby…” I asked hopefully.
“Yeah… Fill me up, Ian… Shoot it inside!… Pump me full…” whimpered Brad in horny anticipation.
“Let’s try it, doggy… I want to pound that hole full…” I grunted as I flipped the 240 pounds of pure muscle athlete off me. Where I got the strength from to do that, I did not know. This 6’7″ brought-shouldered jock was much more powerful than me. I was only 6’2″ and not even 180 pounds. Not that I wasn’t ripped. I had always been lean, on the verge of being skinny. But well-defined.
Bradly dropped to his hands and knees immediately. I slid behind him to rim the gaping ass and jerk him off fast. We were both on the verge of another climax. I sat on my knees between Brad’s legs and thrust forward. He took me well. Even though I had overbalanced and rammed it inside in one go. Much faster and meaner than I had planned to do. Bradly did not protest, though. Somehow, he had wanted this. He leaned into me as my balls hit his body. I started plowing him like a madman.
Not even 3 minutes in, I felt my surge of milky morning juice bubble up. My upper legs began to tremble violently as I bred my first man-cunt. Streams of cum filled my hero’s love tunnel. My body stiffened. My eyes rolled in the back of my head, and Bradly screamed for seed. With his phone at the ready, Brad took picture after picture of me dumping my load deep inside him. Until even Bradly could not stand it anymore. I had reached around and edged him. His cock grenade exploded in my hand. Bradly’s second release was even more significant than his first.
Finally, Bradly’s strong legs gave way. Making me topple onto his back. My 8-inch dick still throbbed like mad inside his slicked-up cum-drenched love-tunnel. Bradly was the best thing that happened to me. And he knew it!
After waking up for the second time that day, we kissed for hours. Not wanting to get out of bed. We hugged and stroked as if we feared to lose sight of each other. Me in the kinky leather chaps and Bradly in his buff leather jacket.
“Did you enjoy that, Ian?…” asked Bradly after a long time.
“Fuck, Yeah… Can we do that again, baby?…” I asked my man. Because that was what he was to me now. My Man.
“Not right this moment, Ian… Give me breakfast to reload my ammo first… Your a great fuck, dude… I enjoyed that!…” laughed Brad.
“Is lunch okay too?… We slept in late… It’s nearly noon… big guy… Shit!… You are so muscular… I love it… No… I love YOU, Brady Moore…“
“Ah… You Do know my last name then, Mister Manzo?…” said Bradly with a grin.
“No, Mister Manzo is my dad… HA…Ha… ha… Hmmm, not funny, actually… I hate that guy!… He set me up!…“
“Okay… Please don’t loathe me… But, Ian, you only know his true intentions once you talked to him… Do not make assumptions… Ass-sumptions are for asses!…“
“Are you trying to get me to go home, Bradly?…” I asked, surprised.
“God no!… You can stay here as long as you like, Ian… I am just saying, that you need to try to understand him better before judging him… Whatever you decide, he will still be your father…” said the linebacker wisely.
We cuddled and jerked off a while longer. Slowly working up a sweat. I wanted my insatiable hero to fuck me.
Right when he lifted my legs into his neck and penetrated my rosebutt missionary style, Brad’s roommate burst into his bedroom without knocking.
“Ah, look… Chris wants a threesome with us after all, Bradly…“
“Fuck no… Faggots!… I don’t…” said Christopher in horror. Trying and failing to avert his eyes from Brad’s cock pounding my hole.
“Well, if you don’t want to join, what are you here for?…” I asked him in glee, “… Either drop… your pants… and feed… me or … GET… OUT… WE… ARE… BUSY!… Not so hard, Brad… No need to take your anger out on my ass…“
“Oh?… Sorry…” said Bradly to me. Easing the ruthless pounding tempo.
“What do you want, Christopher?…” he called to his roommate.
“Here is your rent… I am moving out!… Faggots!…” said the man in disgust. Angrily thrusting an envelope at Brad and me.
“Great!… Bye… Don’t let the door hit you on the way out!…” called Bradly Moore after him in anger.
“One Moore bites the dust!…” I laughed.
“See… Told you you can stay as long as you like, Ian…” said Bradly.
“I like 10-inches Moore…” I joked.
“You can have all of me, my Manzo…” grinned Bradly. The man dumped another load of hot man juice in my ass a few minutes later.
We got up and went to the shower. I could tell Brad was really into me. He could not keep his hands off me. The man washed my hair because I still could not raise my arms above my head. Getting captured and tied up last night had left its marks. The bullwhip Andrew had used on my back even more so. The whip had left three vicious-looking welts on my back. I had bruises on my hips and chest. I felt like Mike Tyson had beaten me up in a dark alley behind a dumpster. And then every homosexual vermin in that alley had abused me before I could escape.
Bradly Moore and I took it slow that weekend. The man had lent me some of his clothes. We talked for hours. I clarified what had landed me in that situation with Cody Road and his men, in the first place. Brad explained to me he had gotten a text calling for leather bikers to have fun with a virgin twink. The price was 1000 dollars for the privilege. But he could be as rough as he liked. Without leaving marks, or do actual damage. 2 security guards would ensure that. Bradly swore he had not known it was me until he entered the garage. The tough guy even started to cry when I did not immediately respond to his apologetic plea for forgiveness. I was too deep in thought. Piecing this perverted puzzle together in my mind.
And every 5 minutes, or so, my phone rang and bleeped. Last night, Antonio had returned my personal stuff to Bradly for safekeeping. At least I had my mobile phone, bank cards, driver’s license, and ID. But I was not about to answer any calls or messages from my father or mother. For she would have had her own questions by now. I had broken Tony’s nose and knocked out his gold tooth. The 3rd generation Italian businessman had gambled and lost. Not a car, not his money. He had lost me. His youngest gay son! And I was letting him stew in his own sorrow. Even though Bradly kept urging me to talk to him.
We had made a little love on Sunday. Bradly had tied me up in a trust exercise. The light bondage actually felt nice. His big dick even more so. It was already past noon on Monday. We had slept in late again. Forgetting that I needed to bring Anton’s chaps back to him that midday.
In the afternoon, Bradly took me shopping. He took me to my first gay leather shop. Brad bought me a cool leather jacket. I bought myself a pair of straight leather 501s and boots. But it was too warm to put the pants on. The jacket gave my step a little more pep, though.
All my other stuff was still at my parent’s house. So I needed a bit of anything and everything. From toothbrushes to clothes. From lube to groceries. I had made myself the household’s designated cook in lieu of paying rent. But Brad wasn’t bothered about it. And I could see why. All he wanted was the occasional blow job and a listening ear. And I was able to do that for him with extreme pleasure.
Our shopping spree ended up on a restaurant terrace. Situated in the entertainment area of town. The location was buzzing with people having fun. Drinking and talking loudly around dusk. The restaurant was located on the same square as ‘The Pit’. A popular nightclub. Primarily catering to the gay community. But everyone was welcome there. Antonio Carvalho and his colleagues made sure of that. Bradly and I had spotted the Brazilian bouncer from across the square. The tall stud was tending to the line of waiting patrons.
While we waited for our drinks, my Japanese friend from high school spotted us. Chan had a strapping black hunk of a man on his arm as they changed course to join Bradly and me. It was not immediately apparent to me who the black stud was, but it appeared to be one of Roade’s men.
Brad put a warning arm on mine. Hissing, “… Don’t make a scene, Ian… Andy is Chan’s boyfriend… He can be nice if he wants to…”
I grunted back, “… You would say that… He’s your dealer… Isn’t he?…” Bradly gave me a short glare but did not reply.
Chan rushed up to me and gave me a bro hug that lasted a bit too long. The black mechanic stuck out his hand in shame, and I shook it. I got up and pulled the stud to my chest as well. “You cleaned up nicely… Andrew, is it?…” I said warmly to the well-dressed black man who assaulted my ass days before. This resemblance of warmth made him shake in his boots.
“Man, I am so sorry… I never wanted this… Roade’s used to own me… I had to do it…” said Andrew with a shakey voice.
“Dude… Don’t tell me you didn’t like it… And what’s with the past tense?… ‘He used to’…” I asked, a little surprised.
Chan added, “… They arrested Roade… Apparently, he had gotten himself into debt with the wrong people… And the cops are still looking for the girl he apparently raped at the garage that night… You had already left…“
“Karma IS a bitch!…” I joked.
“Andrew…” I said sternly, “… Relax… It’s alright… I could use a black stallion like you as a friend, too… And you’re friends with Bradly as well, I gather… Just treat Chan a million times better than you did me… Promise!…”
“Oh… Man… That I can swear to do!…” said the mechanic, relieved, “…You make it way too easy for me, Mister Manzo!… I promise to look out for you, buddy… And I am sorry…”
“Drinks?…” asked Brad of the two. Relieved that I had sort of forgiven the muscular black hunk.
After a nice dinner, the four of us strolled to ‘The Pit’. The line outside had grown considerably. I grabbed Andrew by the arm. Pulling him past the queue toward the main entrance. Chan and Bradly followed, trying to figure out what I was doing.
I walked straight up to the Brazilian bouncer. Grabbing the lapels of his jacket. Pulling his face to mine. It was a surefire way to get banned for life from that club. But Anton just grinned and clasped his hands on my ass. I said softly, “… I am sorry I could not make it at noon… I cleaned your chaps… Bradly has them stowed in our bedroom…“
“Impressive… You’ve moved in with him?…” said the bouncer gleefully. Forgetting his duties.
“Ummm, Pappi?… Do we need to wait in line with the rest of the plebs, sir?…” I said as I pulled the tall, tattooed Brazilian forward. Planting a hot kiss on his lips in front of everyone. Anton put a hand on my leather-clad chest and pushed away a little. He gave Bradly, Chan, and even Andrew a side-eye and stuck his tongue out. I tilted my head as the bouncer started to eat my face in public.
“Come on in, puppy… I’ve been dreaming about you all weekend…“
“Thank you, Pappi…” I whispered. While I stuck my tongue in his ear, stroking his bulge intently. The crowd waiting in line started to whoop. Antonio just let me tease him. This was probably the first and last time he let anyone do that to him in front of the club. But the tall Brazillian stud had clearly developed a soft spot for me. Well, it felt like a very hard spot right now.
“Four VIPs coming in…” called Anton to someone inside. It was clear that the bouncer put his job on the line. This was far from the norm at ‘The Pit’. Or so Chan warned me. Everyone was treated the same in the club. No preferential treatment for anyone.
Antonio guided us into the club’s foyer and introduced us to the silver-haired owner of The Pit. A formidable-looking older man in his late 50s. He was wearing white pants over sexy black cowboy boots. As stern as his well-honed, smooth body looked, he gave off a distinct stripper vibe. Around his nearly naked torso, he wore a tiny leather vest. Barely enough to cover his nipples. The vest had the club’s logo embroidered on the chest front pocket. On the back, it said ‘The Pit Crew’.
To complete the stripper look, he wore a white shirt collar tie with a leather bowtie. It reminded me of the Magic Mike movies. On both his lower arms, he sported wide leather wrist cuffs. To finish the look, he wore a leather police cap. On the spot where the badge usually sat, he had a silver shield with the words BOSS stamped out of it. This cap made the man look so formidable in my eyes. Well, that and the whole demeanor of the man. It was clear he, and he alone, was in charge here.
“Sir… This is the guy that I have been telling you about… Ian Manzo… Meet Dicky Pitt… The owner of the club…“
“Hello, sir… My name is Ian… Nice place you got here… You come highly recommended…” I said warmly.
“Hmmm…” he replied curtly. Taking a step back from me. He put his hand under his smooth chin. Rubbing it. Looking me up and down in thought. I did not know what to make of this.
“So… Uhmmm… Roade thought he could dominate a sweetheart like you?… The man needs to work on his people skills… Anton Carvalho told me about your escape…” said Dick Pitt. Giving Andrew Brown a glancing warning look.
“Well, he did more than dominate me… It wasn’t pleasant… But I survived to play another day… And these three men told me The Pit would be a nice playground to test my skills, sir…” I said, buttering the old man up.
“I bet it wasn’t… Sorry to hear you got caught up in all of that…” said Dick Pitt with a sigh, “… But what are you four standing around here for?… Come on in…“
As we walked to the coat check, Mister Pitt stopped Andrew, “… Brown, you’re not here to make trouble, I hope?…” he said warningly, “… No drugs, no weapons, no sexual abuse… If you were not with Mister Manzo, I would not let you in at all… Last Warning!… Understood Mister Brown?…“
“Is there a problem, sir?…” I asked. Returning to the two men, “... Andy is with Chan Sato and me… They are both my friends… And this is Bradly Moore… my future husband…” I said confidently.
“Oh no… No problem… Welcome to The Pit, Ian… Enjoy yourselves, guys…” said the club owner.
Both Andrew and Bradly looked at me in surprise.
“What?…” I asked, astonished, “... Andy… You are Chan’s friend… Any friend of Chan is one of mine… I hope we can make some sweet love at some point… You’re huge and powerful… I can respect that in a man… Well, if Chan doesn’t mind, that is…”
Chan Sato barked a booming laugh and slapped my horney butt.
Next, I directed my attention to my man, “… Bradly… I do hope we can work on our relationship… And yes… In my mind, that does include the possibility of a future marriage…“
Bradly flung his arms around my neck and kissed me dearly. Andrew, the black car mechanic who had abused me last Friday, was still uncomfortable with the situation. So I held out my fist and gave him a fist bump. Saying, “… Look, the first time we met wasn’t so nice, Andrew… I hope that can change, though… Can we at least try to have a bit of fun tonight?… I’ve got so much yet to learn… And I would not even mind learning it from you…“
This finally broke Andrew’s resistance. He draped his muscular black arm around my neck and pulled me into the club with a dirty, lustful grin on his face. He was here to make out with Chan, his younger boyfriend. But now he had three holes to pick from in the backrooms. The cruising area was the main aim for the evening for me. I wanted to check out the place, surrounded by sexy gay and bi friends. And these three fit the bill. At least they already knew what I had on offer.
As I walked into the club, I stopped to read a large poster on the hallway wall. “– Wanted, Bartenders –” As I stared at it for a moment, Chan whispered in my ear, “… Interested?… I can make the introductions… Gerald is a good friend… A friend with benefits…“
“It’s not all about the sex… Sato-the-insatiable…” I laughed sheepishly, “… It sounds like you work here, Chan…”
“I work part-time here… Doing ‘IT-work’ in the back office with Dick Pitt… However, bartender work also includes cleaning up in the backrooms… Picking up empty bottles and a guy or two…“
“Keep it in your pants, Chan…” I laughed.
“Not for long, buddy… I want in there… But let’s get something to drink first…” said the horny Japanese Ninja stud. Squeezing my buttock.
As the four of us sat at the bar, Dicky Pitt strolled over to us. Handing each of us a plastic card. The credit card gave us drinks on the house for that day. Dicky introduced us to the bartender he had assigned to us. Gerald was dressed along similar lines as Mister Pitt. But his tight body and black leather jeans made my eyes pop. It turned out the 38-year-old was the head bartender. And when I asked him about the job posting, he made an odd trembling move. As if he was spunking his pants on the spot. This did not go unnoticed by Dick Pitt and the rest of us. For it lasted quite some time.
Gerald and I talked about the job in quite some detail. Even Dicky Pitt was interested in hiring me. I told them it could only be for the summer holiday, though.
I got invited to show my skills in pulling pints and mixing drinks. And to everyone’s astonishment, I passed the exams with ease. I already had some experience in waiting tables and mixing cocktails. Last year, I worked in a couple of bars to earn some spending cash. And, according to Dick Pitt, I looked good doing it.
I mixed a ‘Rainbow Shooter‘ for Mister Pitt. A ‘Unicorn Shot‘ for Bradly. I handed a ‘Menage A Trois‘ to Chan. Andrew, I gave a ‘Manhattan‘. And for the sexy leather bartender Gerald, I made a ‘Kinky Rockstars‘. I treated myself to a tall glass of ‘Sexual Healing‘.
I needed that after last week’s events. To say the men were impressed was an understatement. I got hired on the spot.
Gerald took me into the back. A dozen men and women sat in the breakroom. Gerald handed me a leather Pit crew vest and a pack of white collar shirt neckties. Telling me about my duties and working hours. I signed up for eight shifts over five days per week. The hours were long, but the pay was excellent.
After the paperwork was done, Gerald gave me a quick tour around the back. Showing me where the staff entrance was. A few guys stood in the alley. Smoking and getting blown by customers. Shit, one of the Pitt-Crew members had his dick buried deep in a guy hanging onto the edge of a dumpster. I grinned and looked questionly at the head bartender.
“Not the norm… But I overlook most of that… Keeps the staff happy and the customers coming back for more…” he grinned, “… The only exception is the security staff… They get fired on the spot if they have sex with the patrons… It’s an integrity thing…“
“Ah… Yeah… I heard Antonio Carvalho moan about that…” I sighed disappointedly. Gerald knew what I was thinking about. The man had heard all about Anton’s endeavors from last Friday.
“Not to worry, Ian… He is allowed to screw you blind with that 12-inch Brazillian hardwood tree of his… You’re not a customer… You’re part of the Pitt-Crew now… Serve him well, kid… That is if you are up for that kind of thing… Most of the staff is bisexual and oversexed… From the sound of it, you’re gay… Right, Ian?…“
I stopped Gerald. I pulled his arm toward me as I twisted him around. We looked at each other, and I stroked my hand over his leathered bulge. The 38-year-old bartender was hard as a rock.
“Want a hand with that?…” I slyly asked.
“A hand… A mouth… I don’t mind at all… Just make it quick… I need to get back to the front of the house…”
I dropped to my knees and pushed my face into Gerald’s crotch. Smelling the smoothly intoxicating leather. Sliding my lips up and down over the engorged meet. Kissing the tip. I brush my lips over the leather. Licking the balls. The man started to moan and unbutton his leather pants. Out popped a nice, all-be-it shortish manhood. I took him directly into the back of my mouth. I showed him what I had learned from Chan Sato all these years ago. In 90 seconds flat, I had my mouth full of the best alcohol-free, thick, warm, milky shot I had all night. It set the tone for the rest of the evening.
When I came back, the guys looked at me with a grin. Bradly bent toward me and wiped a bit of cum off my face. The guys smiled warmly as I showed off the leather Pitt-Crew vest. Telling them I got hired. I sat on the barstool between Andy Brown and my man. We talked and drank. Andrew had warmed up to me. And I was stroking his upper leg. The man wore a pair of loose black cargo pants. And seeing the 11-inch black Mamba snake dangle down his leg, I stuck my hand inside the pants. I took the warm snake into my hand and felt him grow. I’ve always liked the feeling of a cock growing in my hand. But Andy’s was special to me. I looked over at Chan on Andrew’s other side. And he gave me an approving nod.
I let my fingers enclose the black monster and started to stroke him. Making sure I kept eye contact with the stud. Andrew squinted his eyes in pleasure, and he began to talk dirty as I edged the big black cock. He told me the same things he said threateningly last Friday. But this time, he spoke them with love in his voice. Out of pure, unadulterated pleasure, even. Bradly pulled up his barstool and spread his legs around the back of mine. He put his arm over my shoulder and lay his head on the other. Watching how I edged the Black stallion. Warming him up to near boiling point.
However, out of the corner of my eye, I saw something that made me want to run and hide. To my great horror, I saw the man I did not want to see or speak to tonight. He walked briskly towards the bar. Tony Manzo, who called himself my father, wore leather breeches and high, buckled boots. A black officer’s blouse with a leather tie. On his head, he had a master’s hat.
My hand was still in the black car mechanic’s pant leg as I played with his hot cock. I gave Andrew Brown a swift warning look. He nodded. Andy had seen him approach, too.
“What do you think you’re doing, Ian… Stop that immediately… People are watching, you pervert…” said Dad, irate.
I didn’t respond. On the contrary, I tightened my grip on the swollen pole and pushed the cargo shorts up a bit. Exposing the beautiful engorged cockhead.
“Look at me when I am talking to you, Manzo!…” he called. My father had never called me by my last name only.
“Don’t you get it?… Ian does not want to talk to you, sir… We’ve all heard what you did… And you will pay for it!… You’re the dirty pervert here… Not my man…” said Bradly, furious.
“Who are you?…” said my father, stupified at Brad, “… And what did I do… Roade’s made… Roade did this… I have… It was all Roade’s idea!…“
He started to back away as the people surrounding me stared angrily at him.
“I don’t think that’s true…” piked up Andrew Brown.
My high school friend Chan Sato added, “… We know that’s a lie… Once you learned that Ian made a profile on the gay dating site, you set up Roade to bait him…“
Andrew said, “… And once you saw the pictures of Roade’s deflowering Ian, you were the one who got cold feet… Making a deal with him to have us scare him straight in exchange for that car… You did not like Ian to become gay… Did you?… Sir…” said Andrew with as much contempt as he could muster.
All the time that they battered Tony Manzo, I did not look at him. I did not react. I did not even move a muscle. But the way he tried to put all the blame on Roade made me sick to my stomach. “Typical Italian businessman behavior…” I angrily thought, “… Blame everyone else so he could get away with murder…”
I kept my eyes on the head bartender, who witnessed all of this. Gerald gave me a reassuring look. I saw his eyes dart to all sides. People started to move toward our group. Although I had my back turned to them, I knew Gerald had called in security. Not without reason. I was ready to commit murder. Well, that may have been a bit of an exaggeration. But my 4th generation Italian blood was boiling already.
When I finally turned on my barstool, I simply asked, “… What I want to know… Why did you send me back to Cody Roade to get raped?… Did you really think that would turn me straight again?… YOU WILL HAVE TO PAY FOR THIS, MANZO… YOU ARE NOT MY FATHER ANYMORE!…”
“Pay for what?…” he asked, stunned.
“You can pay for his rent… 200 would do it…” said Bradly Moore.
“200 dollars or 200 a month?… You must be crazy!…” Tony said in a business tone.
“NO, man!… 200 a week!… Your son has to eat too…” said Bradly Moore.
“And don’t forget his college fees… You will pay for them until he graduates…” interjected Chad Sato with a smirk.
“Who are you?…” called Tony to Chad.
“And seeing as this was all about you winning a car of Roade…” said Antonio Carvalho, “… I think you can pay for a brand spanking new one for Ian as well… All expenses paid… A successful businessman like you can easily afford that!… And don’t ask me who I am… You know who I am, Tony… But I must say, sex with your son was 1000 times better than with you, ‘Master’… At least he could take all of me… and in every hole…” said the Brazilian bouncer, Anton, derisively. Grinning naughtily at me.
“Is everything alright here?…” asked Dicky Pitt.
“No sir… The rumors are all true, Dick… Tony had his son abused for turning gay… He’s blaming it all on Roade and the mechanics… Tony has been bothering Ian and his friends…” said Gerald to his boss.
I turned to Dick Pitt and asked, “… Boss, could you show this filthy lying leather daddy to the back door please?… Let the vermin in the back alley deal with his sorry, leathered ass… I saw there is a nice dumpster for them to play with ‘It.’…”
“Have fun… Sir… I’ll be by on Wednesday to pick up my school stuff and clothes… I am moving in with my future husband…” I hissed derisively, “… Don’t let the door hit you on the way out…” I called after ‘It’.
After banning Tony Manzo from the club for life, my boss, Dick Pitt, Antonio Carvalho, and three other security staff frogmarched ‘It’ out the back door.
For me, the story ends there. I did not know, nor did I care, what happened to the man who called himself my father after that point. I could finally start my new life.
Bradly and I became close friends with Andrew Brown and the mechanics from the former Roade Garage. Andrew had taken over the workshop, and Chan Sato ran the car and motorcycle dealership. They helped the neighborhood by allowing young men to intern in their renovated garage. Teaching – those who wanted it – all the naughty ins and outs. Keeping them off the streets.
I got a Dodge Ram 1500 trx hemi in exchange for not suing Tony Manzo. He paid for my college and my rent until I turned 21.
And on my 21st birthday, I married Bradly Moore, becoming Ian Moore-Manzo.
More Man?… Sure!… If you want to join. The more, the better. Just put on a cool leather jacket and meet us in the back alley…
We lived happily ever after…
< The End >
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(C)StrykerJ – 10-2023