The guys had been in the cafe for almost an hour, all had eaten, some had been to the toilet, others had played the machines dotted round the cafe and others had just sat talking. They would soon be gone. The car park was covered with the motorbikes on which they rode. There was about 18 guys, each had his own machine, each looked great in leathers. So when it came time to depart it seemed odd for a moment that one of them should continue playing pin ball. He didn’t even seem aware that the others were going. There was almost the feeling that he was going to be left behind. But that was nonsense. He could go like the rest of them, his bike wasn’t dependent on company neither was he. When the others left it was awesome watching the almost military operation. Zipping jackets, adjusting helmets, then marching outside. Then the mounting of machines, firing up the engines, gunning throttles and then that magic instance when boots exchanged tarmac for steel pegs and each rider began his charge. When it was all over the silence was deafening, all other noises seemed mute compared to the roar of their engines. Billy played on. His huge black motorbike stood alone in the middle of the car park. The cafe staff ignored him except for the young waiter. He kept eyeing him and wondering what sort of fella he was; those leathers he wore were a real turn on for the youth. The waiter was called Andy. He followed the biker to the toilet and was taken aback when the biker was clearly expecting him. “So how do you want to do this, boy” said Billy “ I can wait down the road, I can have you here or we can just leave on my motor right now” Andy said “You ‘re sure of yourself” “Course I am, ain’t no one go to stop me is there” Andy said “Where will we go” “Come on” said Billy getting a bit impatient. “Give me a moment” said the waiter. Out in the kitchen he grabbed his jacket, the biker was now heading for the door. No one bothered it seemed. The biker was now straddling his machine, as the kid came out of the cafe the motor fired. Andy ran over to the waiting thug and joined him on the bike. Andy hardly had time to grab the riders jacket before the biker was moving off. Andy pulled himself tight against his uncaring host. Billy knew though that he had his cargo and now as the steel charger obeyed him Billy felt the drug which was his engine kick into his body. He wasn’t stopping for anything now. His fucking bike had cleared the car park and was now at full gallop down the slip road onto the duel carriage way. All his phallic power was his to enjoyed as he rose to the ton on his petrol Pegasus. The waiter clung pleasingly to his jacket, an added pleasure for the ride and a benefit he would enjoy when he brought the machine to a halt. But now a fast ride was his interest. The tight carefully oiled leathers made him feel great. He had a hard on which contained in his leather crotch against a throbbing gas tank felt like pure heaven. Andy shouted “We going to find the others, then” The rider turned slightly as if noticing him for the first time and just laughed. The air was cold and sharp and Andy had non of the protection enjoyed by the rider, he wasn’t used to speeding in cold wind. The rider pressed on and Andy suddenly wondered how he would get home, this thug might not be offering a return trip. They left the main road after a few miles and headed deep into the country. Andy began to explore the riders jacket running his fingers over the cool hide. Billy seemed not to notice this, but the biker was loving every minute of the waiters attention. The bike turned right and headed down a service road to some water works. In a large deserted yard the thug silenced his motorbike and sat for a moment. “Off” he growled He pulled the waiter round and kissed him, he virtually lifted Andy onto his petrol tank and held him for a long time while he made the lad caress him. Andy was intimidated by all this. The rider was the leather warrior he had always dreamed of but being held in this position made Andy feel almost afraid. The heat from the engine added to the feeling. The motorcycle man never worried about such things, his think black leather provided ample protection. His bike was a place of worship not of intimidation. After a while Billy let him down, the rider then stood and held him a while, saying don’t be afraid. “You wanted me to carry you on my bike, you wanted to ride a leather man.?” Andy said “I thought you were going to screw me” the biker laughed. He marched to his bike and placed it on the centre stand. He then produced some leather straps. Andy thought the worst, but Billy mounted his bike backward and spread eagled himself on his powerful beast. “Tie my hands to the bars, and secure my boots to the pillion grab rail.” ordered the rider. He lay with his head on the clocks, his chest draped over the petrol tank. Andy followed the instructions. Billy breathed a sigh and then said “OK ride me like a bike” Andy gasped at the erotic thought that the picture presented, he had not expected this the thought of dominating this all powerful thug was bizarre. “Well” said the rider “What are you waiting for”. “I don’t understand, why are you risking being humiliated and ......” He couldn’t even bring himself to say it. “And what” asked Billy his mouth dry with anticipation “Powerless” said Andy. “If I was you I’d rule everyone and everything with that bike and my tight leathers. I’d love it.” “Yea its great but think how erotic it is when someone takes it all away and you are really not sure what will happen next, all this power and suddenly I am weak and vulnerable” “What if someone comes” “We are the only people who will come round here tonight” said Billy Andy said “You will take me back after” “Yea, yea” “Promise” “OK” said Billy Andy walked around the biker -now secured firmly to his own bike. The waiter ran his finger over Billy’s leather jeans. He fondled the huge boots with their steel toe caps. Then he moved to the bikers jacket, three tough zips shone in the moon light. Andy noticed the riders helmet now resting at the side of the bike. He put on the open faced helmet. Somehow it made him feel good. He then carefully climbed onto the prone rider. Billy was quite a hunk, sitting on top of him made Andy feel that the balance of power was now in his own favour. He was sitting higher on the bike with the rider draped over the beast and the riders body gave him a very different feeling to the leather saddle. He now reached over to the handle bars, clasping instead the riders bound hands. He jounced a bit on his human saddle and so enjoyed the feeling that he became more aggressive. Then he looked down, straight into the riders face. For a moment he felt terrified, this bastard could kill him for such treatment yet he had allowed and even asked for this unusual situation. Andy said “Do you like feeling like this huh, I bet this is how you ride” He bounced on the rider and he was now sat more or less above the leather crotch of Billy’s cycle jeans. Andy now moved his own hands over the leather jacket in front of him. He laughed a little, then moved his hands to explore the riders belt and jeans. “Well, what have we here, shaft drive.” said Andy. He took hold of the bars again and leaned close over the rider. “You know how powerful it feels sat like this, your engine ready to obey, ready to take you anywhere. Everyone scared shitless because you have this beauty pressed hard against your dick. But now your dick is going obey me, I can call him up and there’s nothing you can do” Billy groaned slightly, he was becoming aroused. The waiter now jumped on him as if kick starting the bike. He also sat further forward, and squeezed the riders chest with his legs. “Up, up, and obey, you bastard” said Andy leaning near to kiss Billy for the first time. He moved now to actually lie on top of the helpless rider. Andy became aroused himself but that was nothing to the erection that now filled the riders leathers. The ungiving quality of his jeans and the writhing youth lay over him brought him to edge of an orgasm. But at that very moment Andy ceased his position and actually dismounted. “What are you doing” snarled the biker desperate for his fix of pleasure. “I am in charge, I’ll ride again when I am ready, how do you think your bike feels? You ride as you want” “What! It’s a bike! Its there to obey me.” reasoned Billy, trying to hold his temper. “Your my bike and you are here to obey me” said Andy who then walked up past the headlights. Billy could not see him and suddenly felt very vulnerable. He’d brought the waiter here because ultimately the youth would have to free him. His bike and his power as a biker was the only escape from this place. Billy used the bikes isolating power to control and enable his domination fetish. But he suddenly began to think that Andy had decided to leave him. Billy pulled at the restraints but he was held fast, all his power was removed and he had actually asked for it to happen - but in the confident knowledge that he would get it back. He had never been deposed like this, but the kid couldn’t walk the 50 miles back to where they had met. It was late, he wouldn’t get a lift. This turmoil continued for thirty or so minutes, then he heard something “Is that you” he cried out - nothing A few minutes more went by then suddenly he felt his jeans being fondled. He starred down and was very relieved to see the waiter. Andy mounted up once more, and stroked his jacket before taking hold of the riders hands. “I couldn’t take my eyes of you, trapped and tied to your own machine. All that power and leather and yet you are so helpless. I’ll ride a bike one day, have a set of leathers but I wont give up my fucking power for anyone. But I’d like to ride with you as my saddle lashed to my powerful bike. I’d really like that. The power of control over a bike and you as my saddle slave.” He writhed over Billy now and made his dick obey, and ordered the thug to masturbate. The rider overjoyed at his final pleasure, said “I’ll teach you to ride, and I’ve got leathers, when I’ve made you a biker - I’ll be your saddle on this bastard.” The waiter was overcome with this thought and writhed as his own dick blasted its magic in his jeans. After a few minutes Andy said “I need to be back home, now please” Billy said “Anything you say, boy”. Andy released him and after a stretch the biker fired up the powerful bike and returned his partner to the cafe were he lived. They would soon meet again.
