The morning light filtered through the cabin windows as the gang stirred, the previous night's intensity giving way to the familiar rhythm of packing up and mounting their bikes for the ride back to the urban clubhouse. Tommy felt the plug's constant pressure with every shift in the saddle, a grounding reminder of his place as Marcus led the convoy through winding roads and into the city's gritty outskirts, the roar of engines drowning out the hum of traffic. Once inside the familiar dim-lit space lined with leather jackets and chrome trophies, tension crept in when Marcus gathered them close, his voice low as he spoke of rival crews eyeing their territory, whispers of potential clashes that could fracture their tight-knit family if deals fell through.

Marcus's hand rested on Tommy's shoulder in a rare moment of open tenderness, the others nodding with genuine warmth. "You're the heart of this, boy—our devoted one who keeps us whole," Tyrone added with a grin, while Javier's stoic eyes softened in approval, reinforcing how Tommy's submission wove them all closer together, his loyalty a shield against the threats outside.

The visiting gang rolled in soon after, a dozen imposing black men with broad shoulders, scarred arms, and commanding stares that filled the room with their presence. Marcus stepped forward to greet their leader, then turned to announce that Tommy would serve as their entertainment for the evening, a gesture to seal their budding alliance. The visitors' eyes lit up with excitement, murmurs of anticipation rippling through them as they sized up the lean white man in his leather, already eager for what the night might hold.

The visitors' eyes lit up with excitement, murmurs of anticipation rippling through them as they sized up the lean white man in his leather, already eager for what the night might hold. Marcus gave Tommy's shoulder a final squeeze before signaling the rest of the core gang to clear out, granting the dozen newcomers full privacy in the dim clubhouse for their alliance-sealing entertainment. As the brothers filed out with knowing nods, the biggest of the visitors—a towering, broad-shouldered enforcer with a shaved head and arms like tree trunks—stepped forward first, his commanding stare locking onto Tommy. "Open that pretty mouth for me, boy," he rumbled, his voice thick with authority as he unzipped and unleashed the biggest cock Tommy had ever seen, a thick, veined ebony shaft that hung heavy and half-hard. "Had a long ride, and I need to piss. Don't spill a drop." Tommy smiled in eager agreement, sinking to his knees on the worn floorboards, his caged cock twitching uselessly in its metal prison while his large ass—still plugged and slick from the ride—clenched in submissive anticipation.

The leader shoved his dick past Tommy's lips without preamble, the musky heat flooding his tongue as a long, steady stream of hot piss began to flow, filling his mouth with its salty, bitter tang. Tommy gulped it down greedily, throat working in rhythmic swallows to keep pace, not missing a single drop as the flow continued unabated, his blue eyes watering but shining with joy at fulfilling the stranger's need. The other men murmured in excitement around him, their boots scuffing closer, hands already palming growing bulges in their jeans as they watched the lean white sub service their leader so devotedly, one of them muttering, "Look at that eager boy hole waiting for us—gonna stretch that pussy wide tonight." The act deepened Tommy's sense of belonging even amid the new faces, his submission a bridge between crews, the warmth of their praise from earlier still lingering like a shield against the rival threats Marcus had mentioned.

As the stream tapered off, the big man pulled back just enough to let Tommy lick him clean, his tongue swirling worshipfully over the fat head while another visitor gripped his shoulder-length brown hair and tugged him toward a second thick cock already leaking precum. Tommy's body thrummed with eager fulfillment as hands roamed his leather-clad form, one yanking down his pants to expose his plugged ass for groping fingers that teased the base, calling it their new toy pussy, while mouths and shafts pressed in from all sides for simultaneous service—his lips stretched around one, his hands stroking two more, his hole soon to be claimed in the same hungry rhythm.

The leader's deep voice cut through the murmurs like a command from on high. "Enough of this floor show—let's move this to the bedroom, boys. That way we can really put our new toy through its paces." He led the way through a short hallway off the main room, the dozen visitors following with Tommy at their center, hands still groping and guiding his exposed ass. The bedroom beyond was a den of intent: a massive bed dominated the center on rubber sheets that gleamed under low lights, a black leather sling hung suspended beside it from sturdy chains, and wall shelves brimmed with an arsenal of thick dildos, coiled whips, plugs of every girth, and restraints that promised hours of use. The air smelled of leather conditioner and faint sweat, the space designed for exactly this kind of claiming.

The towering leader stripped off his shirt, revealing the full expanse of his muscled chest and the heavy slab of his cock still glistening from Tommy's throat. He climbed onto the bed and stretched out on his back, that monstrous veined shaft rising thick and dark against his belly. "Come here, boy," he ordered, voice rough with need. "Straddle me and ride this cock. I want to be the first to test that white pussy tonight." One of the other men reached between Tommy's cheeks and gripped the base of the plug, yanking it free with a wet, obscene plop that left his stretched hole gaping and twitching, slick cum from earlier trickling down his thigh. Tommy's caged cock throbbed uselessly as he climbed up, knees sinking into the rubber, his large ass hovering over the leader's massive head while strong hands steadied his hips.

He lowered himself slowly, the fat crown nudging his slick entrance before breaching with a burning stretch that made his blue eyes flutter. Inch by veined inch the huge black cock sank deeper into his boy hole, filling him so completely his breath caught, the gang's earlier praise echoing in his mind as he sank all the way down onto that thick, pulsing length.

He began bouncing on the thick black cock with eager, rolling hips, the massive shaft stretching his boy hole to its limits as he lifted and dropped, the wet squelch of each descent echoing through the room while remnants of the gang's earlier loads oozed out around the leader's girth. The leader's hands gripped his waist hard, guiding the rhythm, his deep groans of approval vibrating up through Tommy's core as the lean white sub rode him like he was made for it. One of the visitors climbed onto the bed behind him, a broad-shouldered man with a scarred chest who seized a fistful of Tommy's shoulder-length brown hair and yanked his head back sharply, forcing his blue eyes upward. "Open up, pretty boy pussy," he growled, leaning over to spit a thick wad directly into Tommy's mouth. Tommy swallowed obediently, the warm saliva sliding down his throat with a flush of submissive heat, his caged cock leaking steadily against the leader's abs as he kept bouncing without pause.

The man repeated the act twice more, each spit landing with deliberate force, and Tommy gulped them down greedily, the intimate degradation heightening his devotion even as the leader's cock pounded up into his depths from below. Then, still holding the hair taut, the visitor freed his own heavy cock with his free hand, slapping the fat, precum-slick head against Tommy's lips before shoving it past them. Tommy moaned around the intrusion, his tongue working the veined underside as he sucked hungrily, all while his large ass continued its relentless ride on the leader's throbbing length, the dual sensations of being filled and used sending waves of euphoric belonging through him. The other men closed in around the bed, their hands groping his exposed body, their murmurs of "good white hole" and "our new alliance toy" wrapping him in the same protective warmth the gang had praised earlier, turning every thrust and swallow into a deeper thread of the family he craved.

The leader's grip tightened on Tommy's waist, his massive cock swelling even thicker inside the stretched boy hole as he growled and erupted, pumping thick ropes of hot cum deep into Tommy's guts with powerful pulses that made the lean sub shudder and moan around the shaft in his mouth. The flood overflowed almost immediately, slick and warm as it leaked out around the thick base, coating Tommy's thighs while the leader held him impaled until the last spurt. "That's it, take every drop, you greedy white pussy," the leader grunted, slapping Tommy's ass hard enough to leave a red print.

With a rough heave, the visitors flipped Tommy onto his knees in doggy style on the rubber sheets, his large ass raised and exposed, the sloppy hole winking and dripping with the fresh load. The man who had been fucking his mouth—still gripping a fistful of brown hair—shifted behind him, slamming his fat cock straight into the cum-slicked entrance with one thrust that shoved Tommy forward. Another visitor took his place at Tommy's face, slapping a heavy, veined shaft against his lips before pushing inside. "Fuck yeah, look at that sloppy boy hole swallowing it up," one murmured, while another added, "Our new alliance toy loves black cock in both ends, don't you, pretty bitch?" Hands roamed his body, tugging his hair and spreading his cheeks wider as they took turns pounding him, the wet slaps echoing. Tommy's muffled voice came out in grateful mumbles around the cock stretching his throat—"Thank you, thank you, feels so good"—his body rocking between them, caged cock leaking steadily as the dirty praise and relentless filling deepened his sense of belonging.

The men took turns relentlessly, one pulling out of his stretched boy hole with a wet slurp only to be replaced by another thick cock sliding in deep, while the one in his mouth withdrew to let a new visitor claim his throat, the cycle repeating as fresh shafts slapped against his lips and cheeks before plunging inside. Tommy's large ass jiggled with each powerful thrust from behind, his reddened entrance gaping briefly between switches as cum oozed freely down his thighs, the slick mess coating everything as hands gripped his hips and yanked him back onto yet another veined length that filled him to the hilt. They rotated positions with hungry efficiency—two at a time always claiming him, one pounding his pussy while another fucked his mouth, the wet sounds of skin slapping and throats gulping filling the dim room—while the rest stroked and waited their turn, murmuring filthy encouragements like "that's our good white hole" and "take every inch, pretty bitch" that made his caged cock twitch and leak even more.

Load after load pumped into him without pause, hot spurts flooding his guts until his belly felt heavy and full, then another visitor would flip him onto his back in the sling for easier access, legs spread wide as a new cock rammed home and others crowded around his face to fuck his mouth in alternating bursts. Tommy's shoulder-length hair clung to his sweat-slicked skin, his blue eyes glassy with overwhelming bliss as one man after another unloaded down his throat or deep in his ass, the thick ropes mixing inside him with every switch, his body rocking and clenching eagerly around each intrusion. The dozen visitors used him thoroughly, rotating through every hole until the rubber sheets were soaked and his large ass was a sloppy, cum-drenched mess that twitched and winked invitingly even as the final few took their turns, slamming in hard and filling him one last time with grunts of satisfaction.

By the time they finished, Tommy collapsed onto the slick rubber in a trembling heap, his body spent and marked by their use, cum leaking steadily from both ends as the men patted his ass and murmured approving words about their new alliance toy. A deep sense of belonging washed over him in the afterglow, the external threats from rival crews feeling distant now that his submission had helped bind the groups tighter, his heart full even as exhaustion pulled him under.

A week or so passed in the usual rhythm of the clubhouse, the days blending into the low hum of bike repairs, strategy talks, and shared meals while Tommy’s well-used hole gradually healed, the soreness fading into a faint, eager ache that reminded him constantly of his place. The gang handled regular business without much news from the rivals, Marcus keeping a watchful eye on the streets but allowing the family to settle back into its tight bond. By the time the upcoming weekend arrived, Marcus pulled Tommy aside with a rare, private smile, his deep voice rumbling that it was his birthday and he wanted his devoted boy all to himself. They would head back to the cabin alone, just the two of them, to savor the time without interruption.

Before they mounted the bike, Marcus had Tommy bend over the workbench in the dim garage, his leather pants tugged down just enough to expose the still-tender cheeks. With steady hands he worked a fresh layer of lube over the large plug and eased it back inside, the thick base stretching Tommy’s boy hole with a slow, deliberate push that drew a soft whimper from his lips. “Keep this in, my boy,” Marcus murmured, his palm lingering on the base to seat it firmly. “Want you ready and open for me the whole weekend.” The metal cage around Tommy’s cock gave a familiar twitch at the command, denial sharpening every sensation as they geared up for the ride.

On the open road the wind whipped around them, Marcus’s voice carrying back over his shoulder as he described exactly how he planned to use his submissive over the next two days—long, unhurried hours with Tommy on his knees worshipping every inch of that thick ebony cock, his large ass spread and filled repeatedly while Marcus took his time claiming every moan and clench, the plug replaced only by his own girth or whatever toys he chose to stretch the eager hole wider. He painted vivid pictures of Tommy bent over the cabin table, gagged on leather and musk while his pussy was pounded until it overflowed, then held close afterward in the same fierce affection that always followed their intensity. Tommy’s heart raced with anticipation, the plug shifting with each bump in the road, his body already humming with need by the time they pulled up to the quiet cabin.

They stepped inside together, the familiar scent of leather and aged wood wrapping around them as the door clicked shut. Marcus’s hand settled possessively on Tommy’s lower back, guiding him forward, and the air between them crackled with promise, Tommy’s plugged hole twitching in helpless readiness for whatever his leader had in store.

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