Wrong Turn on a Motorcycle Ride? (M+/M) Chapter 5, November 8)

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Wrong Turn on a Motorcycle Ride? (M+/M) Chapter 5, November 8)

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My third set of stories.

Chapter 1 - The Traffic Stop

Zack wasn’t having a good Saturday evening. And now the police lights behind his motorcycle meant his luck probably wasn’t changing any time soon.

Earlier he had met with Michelle, his long-time girlfriend. They were supposed to leave tomorrow morning to vacation with his parents who had already went to Florida. Zack had planned to propose on the trip. But things went wrong during dinner. Michelle had all kinds of complaints before dropping the big bombshell. She was seeing someone else, had been for months, and that was who she was going to marry. There would be no vacation. She had already called Zack’s parents, who she really liked, and broke the news to them. And she’d called an Uber so she didn’t have to ride home in Zack’s “big and noisy” truck. Zack paid the bill and drove home.

Zack drove home and pulled his truck into the garage. So, she didn’t like the Duramax diesel Chevy 4x4 with the lift kit. Zack called his parents and said he was going to stay home rather than spend the next two weeks in Florida being miserable. “Just going to take some time and move on from Michelle”, he told them.

Zack looked in the mirror. Michelle told him he looked like some loser, wanna be country singer. She didn’t like his shirt, so he ripped it off and threw on an old T-shirt. She criticized his hair, calling it an almost-mullet. He certainly didn’t see anything wrong with his hair, tight Wrangler blue jeans, or his nice snakeskin cowboy boots. Maybe the problem was her, not him.

Jake threw on his black leather jacket over his T-shirt, put on his helmet and climbed on his bike. His “crotch rocket” as Michelle called it was another of her dislikes. Zack considered changing his snakeskin boots for tougher boots as the snakeskins could easily be damaged bike riding but said screw it.

Zack was really taking a leisurely ride, down a back road he’d never traveled before, nowhere near the bike’s potential when the police car’s lights came on. He was sure he hadn’t broken the speed limit, and he knew there was really no way the cop could catch him on the bike, but Zack thought better of that and stopped. The officer order him off the bike and told him to put his hands on the hood of the police car and “spread ‘em”. Zack complied and the officer patted him down. The officer grabbed one of Zack’s arms and pulled it behind his back. Next thing Zack knew, he was handcuffed.

The officer told Zack to turn and face his bike and not to move. With that the officer returned to his car. Zack thought it was odd the officer hadn’t asked for his ID yet or had him remove his helmet or even lift the face shield. The next thing Zack knew was the officer was walking back to hm and then could feel the officer standing behind him. Like ordered, Zack didn’t move or even turn around. The last thing Zack wanted was to cause more trouble.

Then Zack felt the officer grab him from behind around this throat, then Zack felt a cloth being shoved up under his helmet. The officer was larger, and Zack was handcuffed so there was little he could do to avoid the sweet smell that came with the cloth. Zack had no idea that smell was chloroform.

The officer kept his hold on Zack’s throat and kept the cloth in place. Too late, Zack decided his only chance of escape was to kick his attacker. But the chokehold and the chloroform were having the desired effect. Zack’s cowboy booted kicks were getting weaker and weaker and soon enough the kicking stopped.

The officer made a phone call, and a couple of guys showed up in a pickup and rolled the bike inside the back. Then they threw the passed-out and handcuffed Zack in the backseat of the pickup, shook hands with the officer, and left.
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Hummm, is Zack's day about to get worse or better 🤔

Intriguing start!!
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Great beginning!
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Zack and the no good, terrible, rotten, very bad day... and only going to get worse! What do these mysterious kidnappers have planned?
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Very interesting start, what a bad day for this guy!
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I’ve enrolled in a six week continuing education program. I probably won’t have any updates until class ends at the beginning of May. I have lots more in store for Zack.
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Chapter 2 - Rude Awakening

Zack started to wake up. Still groggy he tried to move and couldn’t. As he struggled, the memory of being arrested came back to him. But what had happened? He didn’t seem to be in jail. And then he realized he was now hogtied and laying on his stomach. He could feel that the handcuffs were gone, and his wrists were now tied with rope. His booted feet were tied together then tied off to the ropes around his wrists. Oddly, he was still wearing his motorcycle helmet.

As Zack started to struggle, he heard a voice that said “Hey, Sleeping Beauty is starting to wake up!”. He saw a pair of black motorcycle boots walk by his face and stop. Then someone threw a bucket of cold water on him and said, “Wake up you son of a bitch!”. The guy in front of Zack bent over and undid the helmet strap and pulled off Zack’s helmet. The next thing Zack head was “Oh shit, it’s not Big Rob!” Several other pairs of black boots soon were in Zack’s view.

Zack shouted, “What in the hell is going on?”. Another voice said “Get something to gag him with, then we’ve got to figure out what to do!” One of the other bikers reached over into the laundry pile and grabbed a pair of white socks stained black from being worn in sweaty black boots. The toes of the socks were quickly tied in a knot and as Zack opened his mouth to say “Oh hell, no!” in went the sock gag. Zack was immediately aware of how worn the socks were. There was a bit of leather smell, but the major smell was of foot odor. And they didn’t taste any better either.

Once their captive was gagged, the group of men wearing black boots moved away and started talking. Zack tried yelling at them through the gag, but his words didn’t make any sense now. Zack heard a voice that sounded somewhat familiar that said, “Blindfold him!”. Again, socks were pulled from the laundry pile and used to blindfold Zack.

By now Zack was in full-on panic and was sweating like crazy as he rolled form his stomach to his side and back as he struggled. The more he struggled. the harder he breathed. And the harder he breathed, the more he got the scent of the feet of one of these bikers. He heard people walking by him as he thrashed on the floor. He heard one of them call out, “Guess what? Sleeping Beauty must be enjoying this!”. It was only then Zack realized his dick was indeed hard as he struggled in the ropes. And apparently his tight, wet, well-worn jeans were making that excitement known. Zack had picked a poor day to go commando, thinking that skipping underwear would have come in handy for the activities he’d hoped for with his girl.

Soon the whole group was back over looking at Zack. “Wonder what he likes? The ropes?” said one. Then a guy with knee high black engineer boots said, “I’ll bet it’s having my rank socks stuffed in his pretty little mouth!” That brought laughter from the room as more booted feet walked over to Zach as someone held Zack on his side so his “excitement” was on full display. Zack felt what must have been a few booted feet poking various areas of his body. Some prodding and rubbing his erect dick. At this point Zack was more scared than he’d ever been before and lost control of his bladder. If the guys were amused by his erection, they burst out laughing as Zack pissed himself out of fear.

Zack’s evening wasn’t getting any better.
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“Oh shit, it’s not Big Rob!” Whoops, someone's got some explaining to do 😅. Though Zach being a little excited is probably going to prolong his captivity 🤣
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Poor Zack! Well, at least he's sort of enjoying himself!
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Chapter 3 - Zack Gets the Details

Zack heard lots of talking in the background. The more he listened, the more he thought he recognized one of the voices. Then Zack heard the sound of several booted feet coming back towards him.

One voice said, “We’re already in trouble here. Let’s go ahead and test our plans for Rob on this guy!” And Zack heard general agreement from the group. While Zack heard sounds like metal clanking in the background, someone rolled him back on his stomach into his puddle of piss. Then Zack felt someone let lose the rope that was keeping him in a hog tie. Next he felt the ropes being untied around his snakeskin boots. But his freedom was short lived as he soon felt something replace the ropes around his boots. He could move his feet, but when he did, he found he couldn’t move them far apart. From the sound he could tell a chain now was connecting his booted feet.

Next Zack felt the ropes around his wrists being undone, then he was rolled onto his back. And soon he felt cold metal around his wrists. It didn’t feel like the handcuffs from earlier though. The socks blindfolding Zack were removed. He looked down and saw his wrists were secure by iron manacles and chain. Likewise his booted ankles were also secured by iron manacles and chain. Another longer chain was attached, and it went to a loop in the floor. As Zack looked around the room, he saw the person whose voice he recognized. It was Bryan. Bryan also worked at Zack’s father’s shop.

Bryan began, “As you may have noticed, we were looking for one of our old members, Big Rob. Big Rob has a yellow Yamaha crotch rocket like yours and dumb old Roscoe didn’t check the tag. So now you’re here and we’re still looking for Rob.”

“Our motorcycle club raises a lot of money for charity. A lot. Most of it goes to childhood cancer and other children’s hospital charities. Rob stole $25,000 that we were getting ready to donate. We wanted the money back without going to the police. How many people would help with our fundraisers if we lost that much money?”

“The guys have decided to keep you here at our clubhouse. We’re hoping you’ll see we are really good guys. I know we’ve got two weeks to convince you. Your Dad told me you just broke up and aren’t going to Florida. No one is going to be looking for you while you’re our guest.”

The big guy with the knee-high boots said “Stand up Zack.” So Zack did. Then he continued, “They call me ‘Tiny’. Let’s get you out of those piss-soaked clothes.” And with that, a couple other guys with knives sliced off Zack’s wet jeans and shirt. Now Zack was wearing nothing but his snakeskin boots and the iron manacles. Tiny continued, “We had this setup to keep Rob captive until he gave the money back. We’d hoped the leg manacles would fit over boots and they do quite well.”

Zack was embarrassed as hell as his stupid dick remained erect through all of this. Fortunately, Tiny either hadn’t noticed or didn’t appear to care. Tiny continued, “There is enough chain to let you get around part of our clubhouse. You can go to the kitchen for drinks and food. You can watch TV. Unfortunately, you can’t get to the restroom.” As if on cue, another leather clad biker showed up with a box of adult diapers. When they hesitated, Tiny grabbed the box, looked at the other biker, and said, “Are you afraid? Never seen a dick before?” Tiny then put one of the diapers on Zack, not seeming to care at all that he brushed Zack’s erect cock during the process.

Tiny announced, “It’s still early. We’re going for an evening ride.” With that, Tiny undid the gag. He continued “Looks like my big, smelly socks did the job. Also seems like you might have enjoyed them.” Any questions before we leave you?”

Zack looked down at his clothes, now just scraps of cloth on the floor, the puddle of his piss on the floor along with his old clothes and his diaper. And now that he was no longer gagged, all he could say was, “Have a good ride. Be safe. See you when you get back.”
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Seems like Zach has went from total fear, to accepting what's happening and the groups reasoning. Not that it seems like he's got much of a choice at the moment 😅

This big Rob sounds like a dirty thief. If it is indeed true that he stole from the group and the money that was supposed to go to charity, I would hope his treatment is far more severe then Zach's.
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Seems like they could have added a bit of length to the chains to allow poor Zach the decency of using an actual bathroom. At least they were kind enough to leave him ungagged!
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Chapter 4 - Help Around the House

Zack looked around the place. It was kind of a dump, well maybe just a bit untidy. He looked down at himself. He should be furious: “arrested” by mistake, tied up and gagged by a motorcycle gang in their “clubhouse”, and now left in iron shackles wearing a diaper because the chain attached to his shackles is too short to get to the bathroom. He should be furious. But he wasn’t.

The first thing was Zack couldn’t figure out how being hog tied and having a biker shove his dirty, smelly socks in to gag him somehow cause him to have an erection while being so scared he pissed himself. Had he really enjoyed the bondage? Had he really found it exciting that another man shoved smelly socks in his mouth to gag him? And why had his dick remained hard as the ropes were replaced with these steel manacles? And worst of all, why had he felt that incredible surge go through his chained body when another man accidentally brushed his dick while putting a diaper on him?

Zack was sitting on the couch and looked down. He probably had a bit more than a foot of chain between his two shackled wrists. He looked down at his boots. His beautiful, expensive snakeskin boots now had shackles around them, steel rings dividing the black shafts from the black and white patterned python foot. There was maybe a foot and a half of chain between them. Then he looked at the diaper. Somehow that was the most humiliating aspect of the whole ordeal. He thought if he was Big Rob he’d give up the money to get out of the diaper. The thought of what would eventually happen if he wasn’t let loose and had to use the diaper would sure make him give in.

Then a second thought – would he really? There was something almost freeing about being a captive, as contradictory as that was.

Zack decided to occupy his time by seeing how far he could move. Turns out he could make it to the kitchen and a utility closet with a washer, dryer, and sink, He could sit on the couch, but he couldn’t reach any window or door to look out. Zack grabbed a bucket and filled it with water and Pine Sol, Then he grabbed a mop and went to work mopping up his piss from the floor. It wasn’t the easiest task with the metal shackles, but it wasn’t bad once he got used to them. Next Zack picked up the scraps that were once his shirt and jeans and threw them in a waste basket that was close to overflowing.

Next Zack picked up the damp socks that had gagged him. He took another whiff, voluntary this time, of those socks which had absorbed so much sweat, foot odor, and boot odor inside those tall black boots. And after a good time enjoying the smell, he grabbed those socks and the rest of the pile of dirty white laundry and started a load in the washer.

Next Zack noticed now that what he’d mopped was the only part of the concrete floor that was clean. Zack grabbed a broom and swept as much as he could, then got fresh mop water and mopped as much as he could. Then he headed to the kitchen where a pile of dirty dishes was in the sink. Zack washed those and by that time the washer was done. So he put that load in the dryer and started a load of blue jeans. He’d just sat back down on the couch not long before the guys returned from their ride.

“Holy shit,” one of them exclaimed, “He went from Sleeping Beauty to Cinderella, cleaning up after us.”

Tiny stepped forward and said, “Keep that up, and you’ll earn these.” Tiny held out a new pair of jeans, some underwear, and a new shirt for Zack. Tiny continued, “But tell us, if you were Ron would this break you to give up the location of the stolen money?”

Zack said, “Probably, this is pretty darned humiliating, and the thought of having to use the..” His voice trailed off as he pointed at the diaper. What Zack didn’t say but thought was that somewhere deep down he was sot of enjoying the situation.

Tiny spoke again, “I don’t think we can conclude this experiment until we see how that works out.” You’ll be our guest a little while.” Zack was both humiliated and at least a little excited.

One by one, the guys left with only Tiny remining. He and Zack finished the laundry. Then Tiny helped Zack pull out the sofa and make the bed. Oddly, maybe it was the diaper or maybe it was being exhausted from all the excitement, but Zack slept like a baby. Maybe tomorrow the guys would let him loose.
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“I don’t think we can conclude this experiment until we see how that works out.” And he thinks maybe they'll let him loose tomorrow? If anything, the cleaning job might have convinced them to keep him around until just before someone suspects he's missing, like in two weeks 🤣
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Chapter 5 - Dirty Diapers and Household Help

Zack woke up and tried to move and was rewarded with limited movement and the rattling of his chains. And beyond the fact he was still restrained, two issues were immediate. First, he had a severe case of morning wood. And second, he needed to piss badly. He was sure there had to be some alternative to going in the diaper. But when he tried to get to the laundry room, he couldn’t use the mop sink as it was too high. Same problem in the kitchen. He yelled out, but no one answered. Eventually Zack couldn’t hold out any longer, then stood up and pissed in the diaper. Since he knew nothing about diapers, he was surprised as the diaper soaked everything up. With that problem out of the way, he decided it might be time to take care of the other problem. He sat back down on the sofa bed and loosened the tape on the side of the diaper. Out popped his erection. He started stroking his cock and found the noise from the manacles and the chain made it all even more erotic. Just as he shot his load, Tiny popped out of his bedroom.

“I expected I’d have to change you this morning, but I never thought I’d wake up to this. I guess the punishment we designed for Rod is something you enjoy. In fact, I’d bet if I went and got my socks from yesterday and shoved those in your mouth, you’d be even happier.”, Tiny commented.

And as if on cue, even though he had just shot his load, Zack’s dick sprung to attention, and he blurted out “Yes Sir.” Tiny returned with his used socks. Like the others, these knee-high white socks had black stains from Tiny’s knee high black boots. Tiny held the socks over Zack’s nose and Zack took in the aroma. Yes, they smelled a bit of leather from the boots. But tall black motorcycle boots kept Tiny’s feet warm and there was definitely a strong foot odor smell to the socks. Tiny tied a knot in the socks and placed the knot in in Zack’s mouth and tied them off behind the head. This time, they were tied even tighter than had been the case last night. Tiny stood Zack up and walked him over to the wall. Zack hadn’t seen it before but there was a hook on the wall. Zack’s arms were raised and Tiny pushed Zack’s back against the wall then hooked the chain between Zack’s wrists over the hook. There was nothing Zack could do now to hide his erect manhood. Tiny grabbed Zack’s dick and started stroking. Even though Zack had just jerked off a few minutes ago, it didn’t take long before he shot another load from Tiny’s stroking.

There was no way Zack expected being a chained-up captive, gagged with a biker’s dirty socks, to be such an erotic experience. He’d never imagined another man stroking his cock, but he had no choice now. Tiny said, “When I let you loose later, you’ll need to clean up that mess you made on the floor.” Then Tiny took a fresh diaper and put it on Zack and left.

It wasn’t long before Zack realized how uncomfortable his position was. His arms began to ache. His legs hurt. He couldn’t relax any part of his body. Fortunately, Tiny wasn’t gone too long and let Zach down. Zack collapsed into Tiny’s arms when he was unhooked from the wall.

Tiny helped Zack back over to the sofa. “You’ll be alone today. There is plenty to eat and TV to watch. There is also a box of fresh diapers.”, Tiny said as he removed the gag and left.

Zack passed his time watching TV and cleaning. He was getting used to his restricted movement and the rattling of his restraints. There was plenty of food, so Zack helped himself to breakfast and lunch. Zack also learned that the diaper was absorbent enough he didn’t really need to change it every time he urinated. However, Zack had a very unpleasant experience early in the afternoon. He needed to take a shit. And there was no toilet he could reach. And he was chained up and helpless to do anything about it. He knew no one was around, but he screamed. Eventually Zack accepted the fact that there was nothing else he could do. He was chained up, another man’s prisoner, and he crapped his diaper. While the diaper had been great at absorbing piss, it obviously didn’t absorb the shit and instead just kept the mess squeezed against his ass.

Fortunately cleaning supplies were set out by the laundry room sink for just such an occasion. It wasn’t the easiest thing to do, but with his chains clinking as he moved, Zack cleaned himself, wrapped the dirty diaper in a trash bag, and then tossed the washcloths and towel in the washing machine before putting on a clean diaper. Zack suddenly had new respect for his mother and all the times she had gone through that process with him. By the time Tiny returned home, Zack had the place clean and tidy, and dinner was ready to eat. In just one short day, Zack appeared to go from reluctant captive to a chained-up household servant and was enjoying his new role.
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