Mariano stepped out from a shadowed corner of the night-deserted city, into the halo of light shed by a lone streetlamp.
Far off, the high-pitched whine of an engine throttling to top speed wailed through the night. Another chasing after it. Then the shotgun-like blasts of a bigger engine, exploding from cruising to racing speed, echoing through the dark, empty, concrete streets.
The sounds of the engines tearing the night apart filled Mariano’s ears. He nervously glanced around, saw nothing, so stepped out of the light and walked down the blackened sidewalk, hips swaying, bum shivering, swishing from side to side. He was dark-haired and doe-eyed, young, with velvety olive skin and full red lips, dressed in a form-fitting white T-shirt and tight pair of faded blue jeans. Like most of the city’s population, he’d never been out at night.
He was halfway down the block, when a light suddenly blazed out of an alley farther up the street, something coming to life. An engine revved lean and mean close at the hand, and the white light flashed off the abandoned storefront windows and swept out into the street, capturing Mariano in its fiercely glaring beam.
‘Oh Jesus!’ the young man gasped, staring into the light, frozen.
The engine screamed. And a rising cloud of white smoke palled out from the back, the acrid smell of burning rubber filling the air, the light bearing down on Mariano. He cried out and dashed for the alley on the other side of the street, the engine wailing like a banshee in pursuit.
He wasn’t going to make it, the street too wide, the machine too fast. He stumbled, and fell, and the engine revved triumphantly, almost right on top of him. Then … Boom! Another engine thundering to life and blasting out of the black mouth of the alley, slamming into the other speeding engine.
The Harley broadsided the Yamaha, thick rubber front tyre pushing up, heavy metal chopper forks driving forward, smashing into the lighter bike and sending it sailing through a store window, glass exploding into the night.
The Harley screeched to a stop at the kerb, throbbing with power, chrome headlight spotlighting the shattered window. Mariano watched from the pavement on his hands and knees, his pretty face sheened with sweat, eyes shining and body panting.
The Yamaha let out an angry shriek and righted itself. Rubber squealed on tile, and the bike mounted the sharded window and bounced out onto the sidewalk. The two motorcycles faced each other, engines roaring, tailpipes fuming, frames twisting and tyres burning. Mariano screamed and jumped to his feet and ran blindly off down the street.
The Yamaha instantly veered left and flew past the Harley, catching the young man in its headlight again, zooming on to his heels. The Harley backed up with an angry growl and blasted off in pursuit.
Mariano cut right into an empty lot, the Yamaha twisting, skidding, jittering past down the street on smoking tyres. Then straightening out and chasing back, leaping the kerb and tearing into the narrow lot, its full-throttled cry reverberating off the brick walls on either side.
Mariano flung his head around, arms and legs pumping wildly, and was blinded by the burning orb of the Yamaha, closing fast. His feet touched the asphalt of a backlane, and he spotted another light, off to his left – the Harley – heard the tremendous rumble of its huge engine as it roared up the backlane.
Mariano flew down the lane, the two motorcycles in pursuit. The Yamaha was faster, quicker, more agile than the Harley, and a flat-out rundown on open road was just its meat. But first it had to make the turn before it could rocket, and full speed eluded it.
Because the Harley had already been thundering down the straightaway at 100 per, too big and too strong at top speed to let anything get in its way. Its front tyre slammed into the Yamaha’s rear tyre. And the Yamaha shuddered, wobbled, lost speed.
The Harley hit it again, turning the bike skidding sideways on the asphalt. Then it rammed into the skittering machine and pitchforked it, lifting and carrying the motorcycle screaming on its chopper up the lane and past Mariano, the young man gaping at the sight of the big bike bullying the other forward at a fearsome speed.
The Harley blew out into the street, headed straight for the brick wall of a warehouse, cradling the vainly revving Yamaha in its chopper. Then it slammed on its brakes, and its tyres dug into the pavement, the Yamaha flying off its front end and 30 feet into the solid brick wall, smashing against the blank, unyielding stone with a sickening crash.
The Harley jack-knifed to a stop in the middle of the street as the Yamaha shattered against the wall, coming to pieces in a hail of shrapnel. The machine crashed down onto its side, smoke and steam billowing from its wrecked metal frame, one wheel spinning. The Harley bellowed a deep-barrelled roar of triumph and spun around in a smoky blue circle, bore down on Mariano.
The motorcycle easily and expertly scooped the stunned young man up on its customised chopper and roared down the street, rampaging right out of the city and deeper into the pitch-black night, tailpipes blazing.
‘Good boy!’ Sledge said, when the Harley deposited Mariano at his feet. He patted the throbbing machine on the headlight, tenderly ran his scarred hands over the scratches on its chopper forks, before feeding it oil and gas.
Then the huge, balding man with the sissy bar nose stud and handlebar goatee dragged Mariano to his feet, looked the young man over. He grinned, revealing brown, broken teeth, bloodshot eyes travelling all over Mariano’s slim, lithe body.
‘I-I was just out for a walk,’ Mariano gasped, staring at the hulking biker. ‘I was … curious.’
Sledge horked out a laugh. ‘Curiosity killed the pussy,’ he growled.
He thrust out an oil pan hand and clutched the back of Mariano’s slender neck, roughly jerked the man’s head forward, and slammed his thick, cracked lips into Mariano’s dainty mouth. The Harley revved, shining its spotlight on the two men.
Mariano struggled against Sledge. But the big biker held him tight, and close, grinding his mouth against Mariano’s, chewing on the plush, red lips, sucking up the tangy-sweet scent of the guy through his billowing nostrils. Then he grasped Mariano’s T-shirt at the shoulders and tore it down and off, flung it aside. His dirty hands smacked up against the young man’s smooth, tight chest, greasy fingers digging into taut pecs.
Sledge’s gripping, groping hands almost lifted Mariano right off his feet, the biker’s exhaust steaming into his open mouth. Then the man thrust his cinder block head down and lashed one of Mariano’s burnt-sugar nipples with his gearshift-pierced tongue, then the other tender, hairless bud. Mariano whimpered and squirmed, and Sledge sealed his lips around a pert nipple and roughly sucked. Then bit, threatening to tear the pebble-ringed jutter right off Mariano’s heaving bronze chest.
‘I ain’t here to service you, bike bitch!’ the big man suddenly rasped. He hitched his bent-fingered hands into Mariano’s jeans, yanked them down.
The young man’s pants puddled at his sneakers, his cock springing up long and hard and golden in the light of the rumbling motorcycle. Sledge licked his lips, staring at Mariano’s smooth, bobbing penis. Then he tore off his leather vest and grabbed Mariano by the back of the neck and yanked him into his grizzled, muscle-cleaved chest.
Mariano deftly cupped the big man’s heavy pecs in his soft, slender hands, his slim fingers sliding through the thick mat of salt and pepper hair and taking hold. He stuck out his long, pink tongue and threaded it through the brush, the searching tip touching up against a rigid, fiery-red nipple. Sledge grunted and jerked, the bike jumping.
Mariano swirled his tongue all around the groaning man’s bud, painting it with his hot saliva, teasing it harder and thicker; doing the same to the other straining nipple. He squeezed Sledge’s hairy, muscle-ribbed pecs, head bouncing, tongue dancing between the man’s nipples. Then lips puckering, and kissing, and sucking.
‘Fuck!’ Sledge roared, in a voice as deep-barrelled as his bike.
He slammed Mariano down to his knees, crotch level. ‘You want something to suck, here’s something to suck!’ He jerked the zipper on his cruddy jeans down and dug around for his cock, found it, thrust the stubby appendage into Mariano’s shining face.
The young man gripped the biker’s road-wide hips and stared at the thick, vein-piped cock twitching out of a wild bush of black pubes. He breathed on it, making it jump, his wet, brown eyes gleaming. Then he laced the hot, throbbing shaft with his fingers and took the bloated cap into his mouth.
‘Fuckin’ cunt! Suck my cock!’ Sledge howled, sinking his crude fingers into Mariano’s glossy brown hair, the Harley digging up dirt with its rear wheel.
Mariano pulled on the man’s mushroomed hood, lips sealed tight, sucking hard and fast, feeling the heated pulse of the biker in his mouth and his hand, the thunder of the bike through the ground. He loosened his grip on the shaft and pushed his head forward, sensuously sliding his lips down Sledge’s cock, consuming the man.
Sledge bucked and groaned, heavy hands riding Mariano’s moving head, as the kneeling young man’s nose parted his pubes, lips kissing up against his tight, wrinkled balls. Mariano slithered out his tongue and licked Sledge’s nut sack, mouth full of the man’s cock. He brought his head back, forward, sucking wet and hard on Sledge’s pulsating prick.
‘Tailpipe time!’ the big biker finally gritted, pulling Mariano up by the hair and shoving him against the side of a shack he sometimes called home. He kicked the guy’s legs apart, smacked brazen, bronze butt-flesh with the flat of his hand.
‘Oooh!’ Mariano cried, shivering.
The smell of oil grew even stronger. Sledge smeared his cock, Mariano’s crack. His thick, rough fingers slid along the silken crevice and poked at the puckered hole, making Mariano gasp and quiver.
Sledge rocked the young man’s tight little bum with another fat whack. Then he gripped his greased cock and plunged it in between Mariano’s buttocks, hitting the guy’s starfish and driving through. Until his huge jeaned thighs slammed up against Mariano’s trembling cheeks, cock buried in his ass, the motorcycle surging forward like a dog on a chain.
Sledge grabbed hold of Mariano’s shoulders and geared up his hips, pistoning hot, tight bung with his cock. ‘This is what you wanted all along, huh, bitch?’ he rasped, ramming Mariano’s asshole. ‘This is why you were out on the fuckin’ streets at night!’
Mariano bit his lip and moaned, violently rocking in rhythm to Sledge’s savage cock-thrusts, the biker’s pipe scorching his chute, the Harley throttling up and down with every wicked stroke.
Sledge torqued up the pressure still more, pumping the young man’s gripping anus in a frenzy. His chewed-up nails bit into Mariano’s shoulder blades, Mariano’s bum and body and the decrepit shack shaking with the big man’s furious pounding.
‘Yoowwrr!’ the biker and the bike roared, blowing Mariano’s ass apart. Sledge’s thundering cock exploded, blasting white-hot semen up against Mariano’s bowels.
Mariano suddenly spun around, flinging his legs up and twisting his body full around in a quick, agile move that took Sledge completely by surprise. He crashed the tyre iron he’d gathered up off the ground down onto Sledge’s head. And the shocked biker staggered backwards, blood pouring out of the trench in his skull, cock still spurting, sprinkling the dead yellow grass.
Sledge crashed down to his knees, too stunned and slow to react, the panting Harley bathing the grisly night scene in fiery light. Mariano clubbed Sledge again, and the man toppled face forward onto the hard ground, and lay still.
Mariano dropped the bloody tyre iron, pulled up his pants and ran over to the Harley, mounted it. ‘This is why I was out on the street tonight,’ he breathed, stroking the idling machine’s curved, gleaming gas tank, covetously clutching the shiny chrome handlebars. ‘And now I’ll get the men I want.’
The powerful engine rumbled between the young man’s tingling thighs, the big bike ready for action.