When Clubs Collide

by Jacqueline Sinclair

  I take off my belt slowly so she can hear every sound it makes pulling through the loops of my jeans. “You better grab a handful of sheets because you need to remember.”

  I land the belt hard against her ass and then again on her thighs. She’s pissed so she won’t give me a gasp, whimper—nothin’.

  “Someone needs it harder I see…I can do that ya little bitch…you know it.”

  Lookin’ around I see the pile of canes and switches I made her pick herself, I grab the most painful one and pull it back. It’s green, still wet, and as harsh as an antenna. I hear a little squeal. “Come on ya sassy little bitch, I wanna hear it!” I know she hears it cut the air when the next one makes contact. She jumps and screeches. I reach down and touch her pussy, she’s wet already. “Oh…you’re enjoying yourself…No worries, I can change that.”

  I leave her on the bed, go into the bathroom and come back to straddle her face. “Open that dirty fuckin’ mouth!” This is one of her least favorite things, which means it’s one of my favorite. The liquid fills up just enough. “Close your trap…let’s try this one again.”

  • • •

  Washing her mouth out with soap was first suggested by Colt, it’s not something I would’ve thought of, but it works wonders. Punishment, crime—perfect fuckin’ fit. As soon as her lips clamp down I walk behind and pull out my cock. Knowing she’s uncomfortable makes me harder. I actually found something, other than love, to cause her pain she doesn’t like.

  “Think about this during the next ‘cher Sir’…” I slam in violently and that little cunt is soaked already.

  “Remember this the next time your big mouth writes checks your body doesn’t wanna cash.” My thrusts become more brutal as I think of her holding that soap in her mouth, how she’s doin’ her fuckin’ best to not swallow a drop.

  “Be sweet as tea for our guests tomorrow—especially Pearl…bend over…” I pump in harder and feel her grip my dick. “…make her feel like this is her home too!”

  Grabbing her ass I feel the welts from the switch and belt—they’re red and still warm. “Ya know what’s so fuckin’ great about this, little doll—there’s no way to ask permission to come even if you could while tryin’ not to swallow.” I thrust in more intensely knowing I’ll come all over her, but she won’t get to come or get the pain she seeks. “Your little hole is gonna be wet and denied…” I spurt all over her back, thinking of her being on edge for the rest of the night.

  “Rinse your mouth and then get your fuckin’ ass back here.” I love watchin’ her run to clean off—cum dripping down her body—all she can think about is getting that soap out of her mouth.

  When she gets back and climbs in next to me on the bed I ask, “So, what does that big mouth have to say now, Voodoo doll?”

  She looks up through her messy dreadlocks and smiles, “Sir…I love you.” I can’t believe she finally got used to saying the ‘L’ word.

  “I promise, I’ll be good as gold tomorrow.”

  Devil’s Iron MC

  Blaze

  When Colt stopped by tonight, after we had worn Pearl out and tucked her into bed, I was surprised by the way that he spoke to us. Most men fear not only the cuts that we wear but the lifestyle that we lead. Gun had talked of both Colt and Kash before and I guess that I really didn’t get the bond that they shared. A bond strong enough to be shared by brothers. Our lifestyles are similar and I for one am looking forward to any and everything that we will be seeing and getting to experience tomorrow.

  Answering the door, we head out to the porch with a few beers talking with Colt. After we inquire about the set up and lay out at not only “the Post” but the compound as a whole, Colt is up outta his chair slamming the empty beer onto the table. “Come on—let’s go check out the action at “the Whipping Post”. just stay fuckin’ cool about the shit that goes on around here—you’ll see when we get over to “the Post”. From what Gun told us, you guys’ll fit in perfectly around here.”

  As he walks away I turn to Tank and he is the first to speak. “Gun, didn’t say they were so goddamn hospitable. I feel more at home here than I have at some of our brother chapters.”

  “I agree, Tank. These men have really put out the fucking red carpet for us. I am dying to see this place and be able to try Pearl out on some of the shit that I have heard Gun and now Kash and Colt talk about.” Scrubbing a hand over his beard he is slow to go on, “That Ornament Row sounds like a place we might have to steer clear of though. I’m not sure if Pearl will be able to handle it in the light of day”

  “FUCK I don’t know if she will be able to handle it during the day either. We brought her here to get her outta this funk she has been in. Maybe pushing her is just the way to do that, Brother?”

  “Pushing her is one of the reasons we took this trip for her, Brother. She is fine with the other subs at the Dungeon and from how Colt explained it Ornament Row is their pride and joy. We shouldn’t fucking stick their noses to the dust. Pearl will be fine with it, or she might find herself strung up alongside some of those ornaments. Yes?”

  “Ok, Brother let’s give it a go. We’ll have to put her in her place in the morning before we go though. Give her a good remember of who she belongs to and where her head should be at.” Tank says as we finish our beer and head down the steps towards a waiting Colt and his ol’ lady.

  We walk around the large play space for about two hours and each piece of equipment is better than the last. I have found some ideas that can and will be put to use at the Dungeon as soon as we get home. Some of the slaves and Masters here have been putting on quiet the show as we have been walking around and I know that our little Pet will be more than at home here, once she gets outta her head that is.

  Returning to our cabin, we wish Colt and Tuesday a good evening, letting them know that we are looking forward to tomorrow. Walking into the cabin I see that Pearl has not moved from where we put her, and the thoughts running through my head of taking her to “the Post” now will not stop. Instead of crawling in next to her, I make my way to the kitchen pulling out a bottle of Jack and taking a seat. Feeling Tank behind me, I turn slowly as he takes the seat next to me.

  “The fucking going on tonight, has you wanting to be buried in our woman, I’m guessing.”

  “Yea, don’t you?” I ask handing him the bottle.

  “Fuck, yes I do. But, we took her hard before and you know that we will be using her more than her fair share tomorrow. We need to let her sleep, while she can.” Passing the bottle back, a shit eat grin at the thought of us loving our woman hard tomorrow crossing both of our faces before we lose ourselves to the Jack.

  • • •

  Pearl

  Waking in the morning, I know that we are heading to where the Masters play in the evening. I had hoped that we would get a chance to look around and that I could see what all the fuss is about. I know the Dungeon and the ins and outs of most all areas there, so being at a new place and not knowing all the people has me on edge. When my husbands notice, about a minute after they wake, I am quickly tethered to the bed face down and reminded that my men would never lead me wrong. That all the worries which have been running rampant the last few days should have no place and that I do well to remember my men would never lead me wrong.

  Markus has his kit out and I know that whatever he picks will not be a pleasant reminder to trust these men, my Master and my Sir. The first swat lets me know that this is not the punishment, the flogger he has picked is not nearly as painful as other things in his kit. I groan at the knowledge that this is only a warm up and reminder that my trust should always be in them. After a few go’s at my ass and thighs, there is a pause and shuffling of feet which tells me that Abraham has stepped in for his turn at me. His favorite paddle is the next thing that I feel on my skin, and the hits with it draw me quickly away from the pleasure I had started to feel from Markus and his flogger. After ten swats, there is another shuffling of feet and the realization hits that this
is when the true punishment from lack of trust begins.

  “Thank your Sir and your Master in turn for these, Pet. You know better than to doubt our desires and wants. You know more than to question us as well. We would never let any harm fall to you and we would not lead you into any situation that we didn’t think that you could handle. We both know you are anxious about our date with the Masters tonight, but you need to remember that you are ours and we have no fears about what will go on tonight. We have spoken with both Kash and Colt at length about it.” Raising not only my head off the bed, but a brow as well in question I am cut off before a peep outta my mouth can be heard.

  “We spoke with Colt after you went to sleep last night, Little One. He came over to welcome us and was sad that you had already passed out from our travels as well as our use of your body last night.” Looking behind me I guess that he and Markus share a moment before he goes on, “He was however happy to know that we were making good use outta the restraint system that they had recently added to this bed.” Stroking a hand over the flesh of my ass he goes on, “He was really looking forward to meeting you and seeing what all the fuss that Barely had talked of was about.”

  Markus wastes no time connecting the first blow of his whip to my ass as soon as Abraham quiets and steps back from me. “Thank you Master, Sir. I am sorry that I doubted you.” Another strike to the thighs and I am screeching out yet another thanks. This goes on thirteen more times and by the last blow, the tears are streaming down my face and my words are broken up by sobs. “Thank you again Sir, Master. I am truly sorry for not trusting in you at all times and in all ways and things. Please take what you need from me and my flesh and remind me of who it is that I truly belong to.”

  • • •

  Tank

  As my cock taps at her mouth, those brown eyes open wide just before her mouth is taking every inch of my cock inside. Gagging around it, I don’t stop until I am fucking her mouth feeling her throat squeeze around me. I see Markus’s hands running over and around our woman, as he loosens the restraints and brings Pearl to her knees. Pulling at the sheets that are bunched around her knees, away and off of her body, he wastes no time laying her bare. He dives into her pussy eating her up like he is starved as I continue my assault on her mouth.

  It takes only a brief time until I am close to the edge and fighting to hold off the orgasm I know that I only want to feel buried deep inside her. Knowing that I will not be able to hold on for long, I look down towards Markus and pull free from the heaven of Pearl’s throat. Sliding on the bed, I move slowly beneath our woman as Markus stops his feast, we both laugh at the groan that leaves Pearl’s lips as she is left wanting.

  Only then, do I grab for her hips and slam her down onto my waiting cock, driving deep inside. Waiting only a second before I lift her hips and repeat the process over and over until she has found her rhythm and is able to keep pace by herself. Her pace only slows as the mattress shifts and I can see Markus situating himself behind Pearl on the bed. As she pauses with my cock buried deep inside her, I know it will only be this way until Markus can bury himself inside our girl as well. When I feel the slide of his dick into her ass, I wait only a moment before I start to pound back into her. The friction with Markus’s cock pull and pushing against the thin membrane only drives all three of us on and we are quickly brought to the peak of an orgasm.

  Pearl moans breathlessly, “Master, Sir, Please take your pleasure from me. Use me and remind me that you are the ones that own every inch of me.” As we continue to pound into her, the moans turn into begs for her own release. “Please Master. Please Sir. May I come? I need to feel you cum inside of me, filling me up, and I want nothing more to grip your cocks as I cum on them as well.”

  Markus growls out, “Pet, you may, but only after you are sure that both your Master and your Sir are cumming as well and marking you as ours.”

  With that the pace we have set becomes frantic and the orgasms that we have all been chasing slams to the forefront. I am not sure which of us erupts first but I know that all three of us are left fully sated.

  The Masters M.C.

  Kash

  By the time I wake up coffee’s been brewed, and I can hear chicks talkin’ and gigglin’ outside. I notice the bag of chicory and coffee on the counter and can’t help laughing myself. Barely must’ve taken me seriously and was using her special stash from New Orleans. She was actually tryin’ to make nice with our company and showin’ some of that southern hospitality.

  When I make it down to the deck it’s a total estrogen fest—Barely, Pearl, Tuesday, and ‘Ren are shootin’ the shit like old friends. Will wonders never cease?

  “Good mornin’, Sir…” Barely is quickly at my feet. She’s not good at the kneelin’ by my boots part yet, but with her it’s all about those baby steps. Her smile is full of mischief. “Nice as sweet chicory and beignets…Pearl and me got it all worked out…it was just a misunderstandin’”

  “Glad to hear it…” My voice is more gruff than usual, and my eyes are still slits. I’m sure she thinks the ice she’s walkin’ is thin—which is exactly where I want her. “I’d hate for you to ride all over Ocala with a sore and full ass.”

  I sip my coffee quietly and let it sink in. With Barely ya gotta keep her in check or she’ll try to rule the whole roost. Better to talk without talkin’—keep her wonderin’ what’s goin’ on in my head. She’ll have spankings and butt plugs spinnin’ around in there until the ride is over—perfect insurance.

  The chicks keep cacklin’ and I look for the guys, I can hear them inside Colt’s place. When I walk in they’re all hangin’ in the kitchen, living room, and I can hear Colt out back at the outside dungeon.

  “Mornin’ dude…brothers…” Colt must’ve been showin’ them the Panhead motor toy because they’re all jokin’ around about it havin’ the perfect vibration to make a bitch cream.

  “Looks like the chicks have shit all squared away—ready to ride today? Thought maybe we could check out the countryside and then hit “the Cattle Kar” for grub before “the Post.””

  Blaze looks up from his coffee and nods, “Yeah, brother, that could be a good time…what’s this other place you mentioned?”

  “That’s our bar, we opened “the Kar” first when we came down here,” Colt flicks ashes and guzzles his coffee. “We’ve built a cool little fuckin’ world with a whole lotta blood money.”

  It’s been a long time since that shit, and the president of the Scavengers is kickin’ up dirt, so Colt doesn’t worry about hinting at the old days. The trail has been so fucked up it’d take a lucky fucker to figure it out anyway.

  Colt’s been tellin’ the Devil’s about the layout of the compound. How we own all this land and have interesting spots all over. Besides the bar and dungeon, we also have some of the original shit we upgraded and repurposed.

  “This Ornament Row that Barely mentioned to our girl…” Tank asks with a puzzled and curious look on his face. “She made it sound like it could fuck with Pearl’s head. It’s a special place to you guys isn’t it?”

  Barely was caught off guard by Ornament Row when she was new, I guess it was her way of tryin’ to warn Pearl that around here she shouldn’t be surprised by anything she sees. We live shit really out in the open and our lifestyle is never hidden behind the gate.

  “You dudes are into the lifestyle, right?” I light a smoke and continue talking to Pearl’s men. “If your girl’s ever been played with in public it shouldn’t be a big deal.”

  Colt jumps in with his two cents, “Not for nothin’, Ornament Road is cool, but it isn’t the main focus…it’s the path to getting’ into the place. It isn’t even set up all the time.”

  The two dudes stare at each other—they look like they wanna see it better but are nervous for their chick.

  “The way I see it…ya got two options gentleman…” I crush out my smoke and Tuesday appears with fresh coffee for everyone.

  “You can either tell her to
suck it up and explain that it’s like an outdoor, public play area…” I swallow a sip of hot coffee, “Or you can blindfold her when we go by…it is set up today specifically since you dudes are here, it’ll be hard to avoid.”

  I’m not tryin’ to be an asshole, but I do wanna know how serious about the lifestyle these dudes are. At least if we know now it’ll be easier to figure out how the night will go.

  I bust Barely’s ass a few times for stirring shit up with Pearl anyway.

  “Sir…I didn’t mean anything by it—other than if it really ain’t your thing don’t look.” She tried to explain, and I more than understood, but a few whacks would get her head right.

  When kickstands go up and we’re all ready to roll, their chick is pressed up against the back of a sissy bar without a blindfold. They must’ve worked something out and she was ready to brave the Row.

  The pack rides out past the cabins, toward Knucklehead Square, and on to Ornament Row. Colt and Tuesday lead, and Barely and I are the last through the gate before it closes behind us.

  The ride is incredible out SR-326 and through the real beauty of our area. We’ve built a fortress that’s almost self-contained, but without rides like this we could’ve just stayed in a bigger city and had the same deal. Our road captain, Recon, does an excellent job of mapping out a bad ass ride for the guests. When we get to “the Kar” everyone sounds happy.

  “Some great riding here…I can see the draw to this way of life for sure, brother.” Blaze is smiling and slaps my back as we step into the blinding darkness in the bar.

  “What can I get y’all to drink?” Serenity bounces over to take our orders.

  “Hey, sweetie—how was your ride?” She does that honest Serenity smile as she talks to Pearl.