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The powerful bike carried him to Sainsbury in no time; he left the bike ticking with heat and strolled into the store. He got what he needed and was out in a few minutes. Once the shopping was in his panniers he took off once more. Now he was ready to begin his hunt.

“Hell, the bugger doesn’t feel right” he thought as his crispy jeans pressed against his trusty mount. Even the boots didn’t feel, as he would expect. So, he headed out for the M6, he’d met a construction guy a few weeks back. The “knight in shinning armor routine” had worked very well that evening. The guy lived in one of those caravans parked by roadworks along the motorway. The guy’s truck had broken down at the Services leaving him stranded. Dave had carried him home and had a great time amongst the cones.

Now he powered down the slip road with the intention of bettering the event. But even doing the ton didn’t have its magic in the defective hide. Soon the builder’s hide out came into view. Dave swept into the encampment of sheds gunning the 1000cc to announce his arrival. The guy emerged from the caravan and was delighted to see the tough biker again. “You’re back”, he said. “I have a little job for you” replied Dave.

He said “Bring the stuff from my right saddle bag, now!” Ben, the construction worker obeyed instantly. Their last encounter had been fantastic, and he was quite willing to be bossed around by the visitor. He was a bit taken aback though when he saw what he was fetching. Liquid Leather Polish, Leather Spray, and dusters. “Bloody hell, what you at, I can get you better stuff to sniff than this crap”. The biker bungled him inside the van and said “You are going to give me a spit and polish, then I am going to give you some shaft drive”.

Ben was made to apply the Liquid Leather. He had to work up from the boots, while his visitor sat silently watching him. The heavy boots drank the stuff in and he smelled them while he worked. Ben had never done anything like this and he suddenly found it a real turn on. Dave’s jeans were next but the biker stopped him from touching his crotch or arse at this point. The gloves and jacket came before those special areas. Ben’s own crotch was tight and moist at this point; he doubted that he would keep control of his tackle until the process really blessed the biker.

Just at that point, Dave’s mobile rang and he answered it. It was some guy about the pub dart team that Dave played for each week. By the time the call was over, Ben had thought about dead fish for a couple of minutes to lose some of the urge that threatened his pants. Dave stood up and for a terrible moment Ben thought he was going to leave, but instead Ben was made to kneel down and apply the spit mentioned earlier to crotch and arse. The builder’s tongue was used. Looking up at the biker and feeling his huge dick gathering force beneath his leather jeans was almost too much for the construction worker. Ben loved the smell, the feel, the presence of this guy standing over him in a way that said ‘I can beat the shit out of you or bugger you good, any moment I feel like it’.

When the whole process was complete Dave pushed him down on all fours; he then jumped on his back like he was mounting a bike. He said, “ I master a motorbike, now I am going to master you”. Although the caravan was small he made its occupant carry him round repeatedly. Dave’s human mount was very fit and well able to take the abuse. Eventually Dave steered him to the bedroom. He quickly dropped Ben’s pants and pushed him down on the bed. He dropped down against his back, still wearing his leathers. He was virtually lying on top of him now. He kept his gloved hands on Ben’s shoulders as if they were the handlebars on his bike. He said, “We all fuck our bikes you know, now it’s your turn sunshine”.

Dave stood back momentarily dropping his jeans. The heavy buckle of his belt swinging over Ben’s hairy arse. Dave said something about kick starting his new bike as he both kicked and dragged his boot down the side of the Builder’s right leg. The pain was sharp and yet so satisfying. The biker crashed down on top of him and Ben’s backside was saddled with the biker’s huge meat. Suddenly a different 1000cc was gunning in the encampment. Dave’s ride was long and hard and Ben could no longer control his own dick that unleashed his pleasure all over the sheets. Dave rolled the lad over, and made a joke about leaded petrol but Ben didn’t quite catch what was said. Dave then finally dismounted.

In less that three minutes Ben had been made to dress and buckle his master jeans up. More polish was applied and then the spray - just outside the van because of the smell. Dave’s kit now felt supple once more. His real bike would feel as horny a bastard as ever now. It was only a few feet away and he now needed its blast between his boots. A ride after sex was as essential to Dave as smoking was to some people. The ride for him continued the pleasure. Ben didn’t look as if he was about to blast off. He was sweating and a bit flushed, Dave thought he would ride out in the Forrest.

A moment later Dave was aboard his mount with his willing and able slave on his back and the speedo reading the ton. His jeans felt full of all his powers, petrol and penis. Shit this was going to be a great night out!