Shangri-La by Kirby

Shangri-La (My Pussy Venom Story by Kirby Deed)


It was my fifth year as an investigative reporter with the Tribune. I had researched, explored, and cracked every mystery, or myth, from razorblades in apples to inappropriate touch by airport security. Who needed law enforcement when a reporter could talk to anyone, anytime, and anywhere. The city was in a dull lull, and my hands were itchy for something exciting. Had this city lost it's appetite for sorrow and destruction? The chair moaned as I leaned back in a heavy sigh. My eyes closed. Perhaps a power nap was in order.

I felt the pencil tap on the sole of my leather loafer, and I sat up in attention. Was there something exciting on the horizon? A moment would tell. “Deed, I need you to take a look at this. There are reports of missing men all up and down the eastern shore. They vanish like in some jacked up Bermuda Triangle. The police say the trail is cold Deed. Get out there and find out something. Here is the file. Happy reading.” My boss dropped the thick files in a thud on top of my desk. The average guy my age might cringe of the thought of work, but I was hungry. I was still trying to prove myself, and it was a known assumption that this case was probably passed over by the more senior reporters. That inner voice said, “Suit up Deed.”, and I did.

I poured over every nuance inside the files. A short two year period, and more than a dozen men missing. There was no rhyme, or reason, to the selection. The men varied in age, nationality, and professions. No bodies had been discovered. No unusual violence reported. There was nothing special about these men. Their last known locations were full of potential witnesses, but no one remembered these men, or so they had said. My investigative instinct told me to go to the Nexus Lexus database and search anything that resembled this case. I needed to know if this was limited to just the East. The computer fired up like Old Faithful, and my fingers tap danced on the keyboard. The influx of information caused a severe arch in my eyebrows. “Well, I'll be damned...”, I mumbled. A click of the mouse, and my printer was wheezing out more pages than there was paper. I laid out a sinister spread on my desk, and there it was...the possible most recent victim: Eric Gunther. The research did not end there. Every bar that these men had disappeared from were known to cater to biker clubs. Eric Gunther was last seen at a rally in Springfield, Illinois. Was that the connection? It had to be. So simple to figure out, so surely the cops had gotten that far. I called information, and Eric was listed as a public number. The voice that answered the line was not too impressed when I introduced myself. I explained that I was investigating Eric's disappearance, and the woman identified herself as his wife. She was able to tell me the name of his motorcycle club, and the leader's name. I was thanking her for the information when she said “Hey, if you find him, don't bring him back.”. Click, and silence. I shook my head, and made travel plans to Springfield. I was going to find Jim of the Wild Hogs MC.

“That pussy got out rode by a bitch. You believe that shit? Fuckin' disgrace.”. The unkept man was kneeling by his bike mid-repair on something. I spoke, “Right, I get that he lost some sort of race, but what happened to him?”. Jim was barking at his lady friend to bring another beer. “Look, eh, I am sure his ole' lady don't want him back, and I ain't too certain what you want him for, but he is gone man. Gone in more than one way, you get me? Go check with them bitches. Dykes on bikes, or Pussy Poison, no no it was Pussy Venom. Go see them cows, and you might find that bitch. We don't want him back.”. Seemed that no one wanted this guy back, so why should I keep going after the story? At this point I was intrigued. I could feel that buzz in my blood when breaking open a story. This could be big, and dangerous.

Another night of research had passed. I had spent the night in some dive full of smokers, and pool sharks. The sneers were intimidating, but I held firm to my cause. Pussy Venom. The leather jackets adorned many different patches, but none were close to what I was looking for. I had waited around and spotted the drunkest man I could find. For a whiskey, and a pack of smokes, he spilled the details he knew. I had semi-coherent directions to the Pussy Venom clubhouse. Some joint just beyond the county line called Confessions Bar. The drunkard had told me that the rumor was the former leader named Karen was doing 20 on an assault charge down in Texas. The person I was looking for went by Summer. It didn't sound so scary to me. How bad could a woman named after a season be?

My rent-a-car pulled into the parking lot leaving a trail of dust behind it. The front of the large building had polished motorcycles lined up neatly like twin V soldiers. Each backed in for maybe a quick getaway. I checked my appearance in the rear view mirror, and straightened my tie. My loafers were foggy by dust, but still moved easily towards the front door. It was propped open, and I stepped inside.

“Who the fuck are you?”. The woman stepped towards me, and she did not look intimidating. I gave my ego a spit shine, and dressed my face with my best smile. “Hi, the name is Deed, and I am here on a story for my paper. I am looking for a woman named Summer.”. My eyes fell onto the woman's purple, leather jacket. The name patch said Nej, so this obviously was not her. My thoughts were confirmed when she hollered towards the back. “Hey, got some pretty boy here asking for Summer.”. She looked me over and said “Come on back. You can wait for her over there.”. I hesitated for a second, but made the move deeper into the clubhouse.

Nej returned to her place by the bar reading the newspaper. I found myself standing a bit front and center to the room. There were several ladies busying themselves with a wide variety of activities. A woman sitting in an overstuffed chair was peering over her glasses menacingly as she knitted something in their team colors. “Shine those pennies in your shoes yourself, or did they squeak out of that tight ass of yours, boy?”. I was taken aback by her words. The name on her jacket read Susannah, and I started to answer with a chuckle, “My ass?”. Her attention was already fixated back to her knitting. She didn't seem she could be bothered with my presence. I meandered over by a table occupied by two ladies having a drink. I would have assumed they had liquor, but as I got closer, it seemed they were engaged in conversation over hot tea. Their names were Fallen and Persephone. Beautiful, yet very intense expressions on their faces. I cleared my throat and parted my lips to introduce myself. My words did not get far before two sets of eyes were stabbing through me. “What the fuck, boy? Can you see this is a private conversation? Perse, this boy reckons himself as an equal I'd say.” The woman I had identified as Fallen was sneering at me. Persephone pursed her red lips, “Right, stop with the fuckery boy and assume the position. Come now, we don't have all day.”. What the hell was the position? Both ladies were moving to stand when I felt the hand grip my shirt collar from behind.

I had whipped around with some effort, and the woman had released me. My eyes were big as saucers. This was not normal. People, much less women, did not just freely put their hands on one another. I think I had found this Summer. “State your business quick, boy. This is not a circus act. Who are you, and why are you here?”. The stutter in my voice had me sputtering like an old Ford. “Kirby Deed is the name, and I am just a reporter from back East. I am investigating the disappearance of several men. The path has led me here.”. My eyes darted around the room that was now quite crowded with women. They were all standing, and I felt surrounded. I had at least a foot in height over them, but this was so intimidating. I wanted to back away, but there was a dangerous sense behind me. Suddenly I realized they were all laughing. Had I said something funny? Summer stepped towards me, and asked “Got a list, boy?”. My fingers fumbled nervously with my satchel and I produced my list of names to the leader. As she looked over the list, my arms clutched my satchel like a teddy bear. The natural instinct to close up around these women was taking it's course. Summer pulled a tube of lipstick from her back pocket and crossed out two names on the list before she handed it back to me. “Those two are not ours. Got your information. Now feel free to fuck off.”. She was mid turn to walk away when I spoke up. “Well, are they alive?”. She stopped and looked at me over her shoulder. “More alive then they have ever been in their pathetic existence. Portia, check him out.”. A woman moved quickly over with some space age contraption that she moved over my body in an inspection. I had no weapons. It dawned on me how foolish I had been for coming without protection.

Seemingly, I had passed the inspection and was invited...no perhaps led...through this back area that opened up wide into a quite serene courtyard. There were naked men in pink collars kneeling at the feet of several other women. Other men were involved in what appeared to be chores, exercise, and shuffling back and forth between orange mats and green mats. I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me when I saw Eric Gunther strapped to a wooden board and two women were tossing knives at him like a sideshow carnival act. Each knife came so close to hitting the man that it caused me to flinch and squint my eyes. The two women had there names clearly etched into their jackets. Summer went over and whispered into Eva's ear. The tall, super model like woman just looked as if she belonged in a castle. It only took three strides of those long legs to be right into my personal space. She was shoving some paper at me. “Those are the rules. Take a moment to read over them. Feel free to kneel as you do so. There are no gawker tags here, so make it snappy. Are you Italian? We all know how Italian's are with sauce stains, and hair gel. Maybe you need a bib, aye?”. Her words flew through me so quickly, I only had time to take the paper and stare down the front of my shirt looking for a stain. Damnit, there it was. She said to kneel, but that did not compute. The other woman Fresenius came over with an inviting smile and said, “I think I'll call you Gumdrop. Eva, just give him that visitor's badge and let him take the two hours to think about it.”. She seemed nice, but then she did roll her eyes over the think about it comment. Eva let out a disgruntled sigh and slapped a “Hello My Name Is” sticker right to my forehead. “Stand still!”, she barked out. She then proceeded to write on the sticker, and it would prove to drive me nuts wondering what she wrote the rest of the time I was there.

I saw so many things that day. My fingers kept pinching at my skin until I bruised myself. What planet had I landed on? Raffila was cooking a turkey while also training some boys to be ponies. A kind voice, and a matriarchal air about her. Mo, and Eshi, taking photos on a mock runway and yelling at boys in dresses through megaphones. Crissy was demanding peak performance from the boys in the form of pullups and situps. Wycked and Sweet were taking inventory of the club's branding irons, tattoo guns, and needles. I could not get the symphony of evil laughter that came from that room. Clarissa was working a desk fielding inquires, and entering the gang into more rallies. It seemed she also doubled as legal counsel for the club. My guess was that she stayed very busy. Dalia and Coco were teaching classes at the Pussy Venom Montessori School for Boys. They strolled casually in their stockings and heels, and I did make note of the riding crop they carried too. Every woman was involved in something that supported the club, or they were relaxing in leisure. There was one thing that really stood out. All of the boys, no matter the position, had a look of peace and contentment that made me jealous. How could this dominion be Shangri-la?  There was much animosity thrown my way by the women, but it was evident that I was disturbing their daily routines and schedules. I was a representation of all they rejected, but I would have to mull over exactly what I was representing. I was not permitted to speak to the men, and I was sent on my way. Before I left, Summer told me, “You would probably make a good boy with some training. If you come back, don't come with that sticker. Come for keeps.”. The isolation of my car was a welcomed relief, and I looked at myself in the rear view to see the sticker on my forehead. It read, “Hello My Name is...Gumdrop.”. I smiled and left the sticker in place the entire long, introspective, drive to my hotel.

I wrote my investigative story. Work days were plagued with a restless feeling. My boss was suggesting a few days off. I would go home at night and fall into my bed thinking “Pussy Venom...have I been bitten?”. I woke every morning to see that sticker now stuck to my bathroom mirror so strategically, that it still looked like it was on my forehead. On the 10th day, I packed a bag, and went into work early. My desk was clean and neat, and that is where I wrote my resignation letter.

“Effective today...Shangri-la. Kirby Deed”.

I walked up to the door of that clubhouse, and knocked. When the door opened, the Lady had to look down, because I had indeed found my knees. “Hello Miss, I'm ready.”


THE END!

Pussy Venom Rap by Kirby

Sock Monkey
That funky monkey
Sock monkey junkie
That funky monkey

Got this sentence
That's more than real
Dress as a Sock Monkey
And write about Pussy Venom
That's the deal.

Put my ink pen down
And brought my tight mic up
Put a little Pussy Venom in my cup
Those Ladies don't really need a man
But when I saw them coming,
Baby I ran

Pussy Venom hit fast,
And they said "boy you comin with us"
I flailed and fought
and made a huge fuss.
So many tough Ladies
I was no match most definitely
After all,
I'm just a Sock Monkey

Made to ride bitch
And I didn't feel so well
They took me to Dominion
And now that's where I dwell

Sock Monkey - that funky monkey
Sock monkey junkie
That funky monkey

They beat your ass anytime, and anyplace
When it is time
You get Pussy Venom right in the face.
Relax and most def
It can be nice
Just learn to lay there and take it
Or you will endure it twice
Coolin in the courtyard
The Ladies were feelin funky
Somebody said
"Hey, get the Sock Monkey"

Sock Monkey - that funky monkey
Sock monkey is now a junkie
Sock Monkey junkie
That funky monkey

Pussy Venom Gang by Midnight Shadow

Pussy Venom Gang (by Midnight Shadow)

Webb collapsed onto the bed, his head throbbing and his vision a bit blurry, as he just laid there. He could feel his tight anal-star now gaping like a black hole, breathing in and out and the strong scents from wet, cum/pussy juice stained sheets making his nostrils flair. He could make out the faint giggling and chuckling of feminine voices coming from afar as one of them spoke, ”Have a good night rest. We’ll be back in the morning to check up on you, naughty boy.” which was followed by the sound of a door slamming shut.
Webb he laid there, breathing heavy and trying to wrap his mind around exactly what had happened letting his mind drifting off to the events earlier tonight…….

Earlier tonight…..

It was the same night as  any night in this motel joint. Small town, little population, everybody knew everyone else. Kind of like the options to meet and friend new people was diminishing day by day. Webb had been idling at his usual bar-stool, eyes locked on a football game highlight whilst all the while trying to make sense of the fact, why do they still call it football when they play with their hands? He reached for his drink when a soft, yet firm, drifting voice resonated against his eardrums, ”The seat taken?”. Webb turned to gaze in the direction of his voice and his eyes came to rest on a tall, blonde haired woman, seemingly in her late-thirties or early forties. Her deep blue eyes seemed to have an enchanting feel to them as she smiled at him, ”Are you expecting somebody?” Webb managed a sly grin, ”Um, no. Please have a seat.” He motioned with his hand as she slid into the empty barstool, ”New around here aren’t you?” She smiled back at him, curving those luscious lips into the sort of tease-seductive grin that no man could try and resist, ”Yes, I am. I’m Diane and you?” she offered her hand as he shook, ”I’m David. May I buy you a drink?” Diane chuckled at him, ”Oh? Only if you have a good drinking threshold.” David couldn’t help but smile as he signaled the barman for another round.

An hour later……

David felt a slight tug on his shoulders followed by a deep whisper and a flow of hot breath against his warm tanned skin, ”David, am tired. Do you think we could go to your room and rest for a while?” David turned in her direction and gently slid an arm around her waist, ”Sure, Diane.” He was sure he she could sense a light sparkle in his eyes as he led her to his motel room. Fumbling with the keys he managed to get the door open, playfully dragging her inside and letting her luscious form rest against his form, enjoying the gentle caress and the heated skin. Diane looked up with those deep blue eyes and whispered, ”David, why don’t you relax a bit and I’ll be right back…” she gently patted his cheek as if patting a dog after a job well done and he strangely felt compelled to oblige. She blew a soft kiss in his direction as she shut the door behind her.
David set on the edge of the bed, wondering if she had ditched him or something when he heard the soft rasping on the door. He almost ran over to the door, pulling it open to see not only Diane standing there in the doorway but another lady following suit. ”Hi again David. I hope you don’t mind I brought my mate Karen around as well.” She winked at him, gently caressing the underside of his chin as they both stepped into the room. David, dazzled and not believing his luck, shut the door behind them, ”Oh not at all Diane. Hello Karen, I’m David nice to meet you…”. David took a long hard look at the other woman, she was a tall brunette, seemingly in early forties as well and wrapped in a long overcoat. Karen stepped closer to him, sliding her hand gently behind his back, caressing the lower back all the while letting her fingertip gently graze against his butt cheeks,”it sure is nice to  meet you dace. Very nice…” as he hand gently squeezed his asscheek. David winced and unsuccessfully tried to stifle a soft moan as he felt Diane stepping on either side of him and her hand resting on his other asscheek before squeezing it hard. ”There’s just one thing you should know David..” she hissed in a seductive yet commanding tone as he could feel both of their other free hands rub, caress and massagealong the insides on his thighs riding up along his crotch. ”What’s that Diane?” his words barely a mumble as he was just feeling weak in the knees. ”It’s Miss Diane and Miss Karen, for the rest of the night. And if you are a good boy, then maybe every night…” the words trailed off as David looked at them both his mind a mix of emotions and confusion as he just stood there. Thoughts obviously clouded by the caress and squeezes on his crotch and asscheeks. David swallowed his spit as Miss Karen moved around and faced him, staring at him dead in the eyes, ”Do you like what We are doing to you David?” her hands continuously caressing rubbing his crotch as she chuckled,”mmhm yes you most certainly do..” as she wrapped her fingers over the throbbing bulge that was straining against his pants. David nodded as Miss Diane stood behind him and pulled his hands upwards over his head before slipping on the steel metal cuffs. ”What…Diane!..” he tried to yelp out in words but all the came out was a painful “oohhhh oufff” as Miss Karen tightly squeezed his balls through the fabric. ”Stand still David.” Miss Diane growled in a lo , domineering voice as she held his hands above her hands,”mmhmm good boy. Now, let’ s get rid of these clothes. Must be getting hard for you.” They both giggled as if taunting my apparent helplessness. Miss Karen then roughly my face, ”Now look here boy, Miss Diane is going to strip you naked. She’s gonna cut your fucking clothe off. So if you move an inch, we might need some band-aid and you don’t want that do you?” her voice scared him to his core yet he did not dare move as he felt the cold steel of Miss Diane’s blade caressing his skin as she cut away at his threads. Slowly he felt his t-shirt give away to reveal his toned athletic chest and not long before his pants followed, allowing his throbbing hard cock to pop out. Miss Karen grinned at him as she stroked and squeezed his cock and balls whilst he could not help but spurt streams of precum in her grip, ”Hope you aren’t cumming are you slut?” she taunted him and called him a slut. And this is what he felt like, a slut. Here he was with two strange women, scared confused unsure, yet throbbing hard and naked in their hands. Miss Karen stepped aside as Miss Diane stepped around in front of him letting her eyes rake a good long hard look before smiling and grabbing his hard cock in her hand, ”Follow me boy.” David yelped in pain and pleasure as she tugged hard on the shaft leading him to the bed. “Climb up on there. Kneel for us like a bitch does. You heard me.” David dare not refuse as he climbed onto the bed and kneeled on it. His tight firm asscheeks raised up in the air as he leaned on his cuffed hands for support. He could feel Miss Diane caressing his asscheeks,”Mhm such a good tight ass…” as she probed his tight asshole with her fingertip before raising her hand and planting her palm firmly on either of his asscheeks. David groaned in delight as he felt his cock twitch and his ass sting from the spanks.”Mhm thinks he’s gonna enjoy what’s coming to him Diane.” Miss Karen spoke as she approached him by the side and pinched his nipples.”Ow!” david yelped a little as he felt an unfamiliar cold metal against his chest and before he could react he felt the harness clamp shut on his flesh,”ooohh….fuck…it hurts” David wailed to deaf ears as he felt the same harness clasp onto his other nipple flesh. The pain vibrating through him as his whole body and mind shook in pleasure and pain. As if this wasn’t enough, he felt a thick probing tip of an object rubbing over his tight asshole and a firm hand stroking his cock in a milking action, ”You’re gonna be good naughty boy aren’t you David?” Miss Diane’s intoxicating voice echoed in his ear and he could not help but mumble, ”Yes, Miss Diane…” and was rewarded with a hard firm spank to either of his asscheeks. ”Lay down on your back.” Miss Diane slapped his ass gain as he shifted to his back, his cock standing erect, gleaming with the precum coating and his eyes resting on the beautiful Miss Diane, sporting a strap on cock about 8-10” long. “Should we have him wear the mask Diane?” Miss Karen grinned as she stood by the side of the bed and reached for his cock , continuing the milking motion. ”No I want to see his face when I fuck him in his tight ass.” Her lusting voice resonated against his ears as he spewed another fresh stream of precum onto his belly,”he sure likes the idea it. Hmm, you didn’t even know yourself you were such a slut, did you boy?” Miss Karen chuckled at him as she milked his cock whilst she leaned on to the strap onto spit on it and applied some lube onto the cock and his asshole. Miss Diane then placed her she-cock at his tight resistant  asshole, ”Open wide bitch” as Miss Karen climbed on top of him ,her legs on either side of his as she pulled his legs back and wide , holding them in place. Miss Diane pushed the tip of the strap cock against his tight asshole, slipping it in slowly,”mhm fuck so tight…” as David moaned, ”Fuck Miss it hurts….”. She couldn’t help but push harder and more as she fed his ass inch by inch her strap cock. The shaft disappearing slow and firm into the asshole, digging tunnels in his anal cavity as he withered and moaned hard, ”oh Miss. It hurts..oh fuck....please.” “Yes boy fuck it…the pain will all be over soon..” hissed Miss Diane as she slid the shaft in holding it there whilst Miss Karen stroked his hard throbbing cock. The sensation of a strap on buried deep down in his tight ass and the brutal cock milking he was being subjected to was edging him closer and closer to the climax as Miss Diane found her rhythm. He could feel her thigh slamming against him as she buried her strap on in his ass. His ass now welcoming the invasion as she rammed in and out. The firm hand stroking his hard cock as he heard the faint suckling and murmuring sound of a sloppy kiss being shared between the two ladies.  Miss Karen got off me still gripping the cock as they both spoke, ”Cum for us slut, cum for us, you naughty cock loving bitch.,” It was all that David needed that final push which sent him over the edge. The state of bliss took him over as his cock erupted like a hot volcano over his belly, staining his skin with his own thick jizz. The hot white lave exploding out of his cock tip in short rapid bursts as they both giggled,”Mmmhm fuck  yeah you nasty lil fucker…give us that cum..” David shook as the orgasm travelled through him before finally dying down.  What the fuck….was all he thought as he felt the cock slid out of his once virgin asshole. He could feel the gaping hole that his asshole now was as he laid there. This was the hardest orgasm he had ever had and strangely, he liked it. He wanted more , he craved more. Wishing that this would never stop……..
“David…David…wake up sweetie…it’s Miss Diane…” eyes opened lazily to gaze at Miss Diane’s pretty face looking down at him. ”Miss? What happened…”Miss Diane gently stroked his hair as she spoke, ”You dozed off after last night. Wake up there is a friend of mine I want you to meet.”

Oh boy………..

Vespa Boy by Dondas

Vespa boy, by Dondas

Splutter, splutter. She coughed. I gave her a hard shake side to side. She coughed and then she was dead. I pulled the clutch in and rolled to a stop. My beloved Vespa had ran out of fuel in the middle of nowhere. She gets so thirsty out on the open road. As I looked along the long, straight stretch of road, the sun was beating down on me unmercifully, with no trees to hide under. I checked my phone, but no reception, and I hadn't seen a car for hours.

It was then that I saw her approaching through the heat wave off the bitumen. The Lady on a stunning Triumph with a sidecar rolled to a stop next to me and cut the rumble of her engine. I quickly forgot about how beautiful her bike was when she took off her Helmut and I saw her shining lips and long eyelashes. She spoke low and soft. "Hey boy, having some trouble?" I stammered for a moment at being called boy before replying "y,y,yes, I’I'm out of fuel". She took a look at my Vespa, then at me, and back to my Vespa. "At least I can see your not trying to compensate for anything" I felt myself go red. She carried on. "Two stroke I imagine?" I nodded "Bit like you then? Two strokes and your off boy?" I felt myself get even redder. “Yes, two stroke fuel Miss”. She smiled at being called Miss. Perhaps she could tell I was sub? Most of us Vespa riders are. We don't like controlling too much power, but like to get out and about. She motioned to her sidecar and said sweetly "Hop in and we'll get you some fuel boy". I smiled as I climbed in down next to her boots and we sped off down the road. I glanced up to see her reach inside her jacket. The patch over her breast read "Pussy Venom" That was a new one to me. She handed me a flask to drink, and watched as I opened it and drank. It made me feel drowsy. The road was beginning to speed by and the rev of the engine, sounded like a lullaby. Everything seemed to be rushing by, until I couldn't keep my eyes open and slumped inside the sidecar.

Next thing I knew, I was lying in long grass under the shade of a tree. I looked about and it was all quiet except for the soft breeze through the leaves and the sun was much lower than it had been. I moved and could feel my arse ache. I looked down to see my jeans on backwards and my Vespa parked next to me under the tree. I got to my feet rubbing my arse and checked my fuel guage. It was full. What had happened? Was it a dream?? I couldn't help but grin when I took of my jeans to put them the right way round and found myself wearing a Ladies pair of panties. I got my aching arse back on my Vespa and rode off into the sunset..

Pussy Venom Story by Anonymous

My name is David. And I love bikes. This is my story.

The sound of the bikes in the distance made me shiver. They were coming. The whole gang, by the sound of it. I couldn't stop watching the horizon. I could just picture them cresting the black asphalt, cutting the twilight blue sky with their silhouettes, their speed and their power exhilarating even from a distance.

I stood up from the bench and tried to ignore the flutter in my stomach. I knew I was crushing the plastic cup in my hand, but I didn't care, not at this very moment. I saw the people on the benches further down begin to stir, to button their jackets, adjust their scarves, and stand, one by one, in singles and in groups. I loved this. How all of us were here to pay homage. To worship the riders of bikes. To listen to that particular music. To admire the muscle.

Then they were upon us. The whole gang, in their skin-tight lycra, the tiny chinks and clinks of their bicycle's metal frames a sound like tiny bells beneath the whisper of the slim tires against the road. I almost forgot myself. I almost forgot my moment to worship them. My arm jerked forward as a biker with dark hair and a blue helmet swerved near to me, reaching, reaching as if for the very heart that banged in my chest. He took the cup of sports drink directly from my hand. His sweating fingers brushed mine. The tattered fabric of his gloves slid across my skin, making me breathless with the intensity of the contact. And the cup was gone.

The sound of the bikes disappearing into the distance made me shiver. God, they were beautiful. Watching the whole gang leave made me feel weak. Weaker than anyone would believe, given my 6'2" frame, leather pants, chains, and bulky black leather 'Pussy Venom' jacket.

Venom Party by Miss Pamela

Venom Party
by Pamela Emmons


Steven felt strange.  He recognized that he was regaining conciousness, as the sensation was not unfamiliar.  Being a twenty something yuppy from the posh upper east side he had plenty of experience in partying hard, very hard... then "coming to" in a strange apartment the next morning.

But this was different.  It was not unsual in such a state for him to have difficulty peeling open his eyes.  He felt his eyelids lift... but only saw black.

"OH MY GOD," he thought.  "I've gone blind!!  This time I actually drank myself blind!!"

He then tried to find a way back onto his feet, and quickly realized he could not move.

"OH MY GOD!" he thought.  "I'm paralyzed. And I'm blind!  I drank myself paralyzed and blind!"

His mind raced...  Was he pinned under the wreckage or debris of some horrible accident he was in?  His arms and legs were outstretched but immobilized.  That was an unlikely explanation.

After clearing his mind a bit he realized he was tied down...  tight.  And by the feel of the air drifting across his bare skin, he was most definitely naked.

He heard footsteps and muffled talking... and every now and then, a burst of laughter.

Then the familiar sound of a creaky door opening and... then the slow clip-clop of serious shoes on a wooden floor approaching.  There was more than one pair of footsteps approaching.  There was the jangling of zippers and buckles as they approached...  and the room suddenly filled with the seductive smell of leather.

Steven let out a quite "hello?"

"Summer... for fuck sake... you didn't gag it?" he heard a voice say.

"Fuckin' Eames...  It's YOUR loser... you gag him."

With everthing happening, Steven was particularly concerned he was being referred to as "it".

A hand grabbed onto whatever was covering his eyes and roughly pulled it away. After regaining his vision, he recognized that he tied spread eagle with leather straps to a large and very weathered four poster bed.  Two very dark and menacing women with leather jackets standing over him.

One turned to walk away and he was barely able to make out the words PUSSY VENOM in heavy lettering on the back of the jacket.

"Okay Summer... as fucking usual...  I have to do everything myself," said the woman on the left side of the bed.  "But let's make it functional."


The one called Eames leaned over the bed and put her face nose to nose with Steven's.

"Hello loser," she said loudly.

Eames produced a black leather contraption.  On one side was a large wad of leather which was unceremoniously shoved in his mouth.  He felt the woman fasten straps behind his head which held it in place.  As she moved away, Steven saw what looked like a huge black cock protruding from the gag perfectly perpendicular with his face.

Eames leaned back to admire her handy work.  "Much better."

Just then the door flew open with a bang and a third woman yelled... "Cupcakes...  Who wants cupcakes?!"

She entered with a plate and walked towards Eames.  On the plate were festively decorated cupcakes.

"I made these specially for you Eva!" the third woman said.

"NOW we've got a fucking party!" laffed Eames.

"So Summer...  you wanna take a ride?"

"Damn straight!" Summer replied.

Steven could just see the head of his cock, and he knew it was getting hard.  He watched as Summer unbuckled her belt and peeled off her skin tight leather pants.

Eames was peeling the paper off of a cupcake, smiling a very mean smile.  Summer was standing on the bed directly over the huge black cock on Steven's face.

"Oh wait wait... check this out..." laffed Eames.

Steven watched as Eames pulled a red and white maple leaf flag on a plastic skewer out of her baked confection.  She approached the bed, and Steven watched nervously.

Steven watched in horror as she gently grabbed the head of his now rock hard cock and slowly slid the plastic skewer with flag still atop, an inch or two into the moaning boy's cock slit.

Eames put her hands on hips and looked off into the distance like a conquering explorer.

"I claim this loser in the name of The Commonwealth of Canada!" Eames bellowed.

"Wait. Is Canada a actually a commonwealth... or is it PART of British Commonwealth" asked Summer

"Who the hell cares?"  Eames shot back. "Now get busy fucking his face."

...to be continued?

I'd Like Another Dose Please by Sillian

I'd Like Another Dose, Please

It was just past eleven at night when I took my nephew’s toy poodle out for a walk. The thing had been yipping and yapping and his owner had fallen asleep for the night, so I let my brother guilt me into taking it out. I had just moved to northern California recently to be closer to them and was quite clueless about the lay of the land. In what would end up being the most pleasurable mistake I ever made I decided to walk down a street I hadn’t before.

The dog did his business and promptly fell asleep right there on the spot. I poked it with my finger. No reaction. I called out it’s name. “C’mon, Twinkle, it’s time to go.” No dice. I thought about dragging the thing the home for a second, but then I’d feel obliged to bathe him. I shook my head at the thought and scooped him up, holding him in one arm.

Ready to head home, I glanced down the streets and... I was a little lost. Hrm. Which way was it, dang it? It’s very uncomfortable to be in a brand new town so close to midnight when one’s holding a toy poodle in his arm. It was too warm for a jacket, but if I had one I would’ve stuffed the critter in there. Oh well. I looked down the street towards the town center and wondered if I might find someone to give me directions.

As I got closer to the bar that sat on the corner of an intersection I started hearing music. It sounded like that AC/DC that all of the kids are into nowadays. Never quite my cup of tea. Still, I was sure to find a friendly stranger to show me the way home.

This was a side street that led to a main road, and the bar's front was there. Here was the entrance to the parking lot and the bar's back door. It was half-full with motorcycles, and at the far end by the woods sat a couple of dumpsters. Two men stood there, relieving themselves. One was of average size while the other was most burly, and they both wore leather jackets with jeans and wore bandanas on their heads. I made my approach.

“Excuse me for bothering you, gentlemen, but it seems I’m lost and would greatly appreciate some direction if it’s not too much trouble,” I said from halfway across the lot. They zipped themselves up and approached me up to a couple of feet or so, closer to my liking really, and crossed their arms. They looked at me. Then the toy-poodle in my arm. Then back at me.

“What the hell is this?” the large one asked the other.

“I don’t really know, Roscoe, but it looks a little lonely, dontcha’ think?” They smiled at each other. In hindsight this would have been an excellent time to dart away, but I admit I can be a little slow on the uptake at times.

They both grabbed me by the shoulders. A hand the size a plate covered my mouth and muffled my cries for help as they dragged me back to the dumpsters. I stiffened up as them shoving me up against the wall was imminent, and just as I was a few inches from the surface the large one pulled me back. “Hold on now, Titus, wait one second.” I was confused enough to not realize that this would have been an excellent time to yell for help. He took Twinkle from me and gently placed the dog on the ground way off to the side, patting his head for good measure.

Then they shoved me against the wall.

Roscoe held me in place with those meathooks of his while Titus forced my pants and underwear down around my ankles. I squirmed and tried to scream and maybe even whimpered a bit. Okay, I definitely whimpered. Titus unzipped his own pants. He leaned up against me, pressing his disgusting cock against the crack of my ass. I was completely frozen with fear. I was sure that even if the big one let me go I would not be able to move an inch.

And then they arrived. Two valkyries charging in upon their metal steeds. To this day I swear I heard Wagner blaring as they charged into the lot. One, who I would later learn was Miss Lacey, had a bob of hair that looked as though it was spun from pure gold. The other, Miss Sinn, shook out a long mane just darker than the color of blood. They were clad in leather, and the backs of their jackets screamed “Pussy Venom” at me. This would just be my first dose.

I should note that I was wrong earlier about not being able to move. Roscoe let go of me and I dropped to the ground. This was the exact spot where they had been peeing when I first saw them.
At any rate, the two brutes began marching towards my two divine saviors. There was anger in their eyes. Titus pointed a finger at them.

“You! You bitches are the ones that broke the toilet in the men’s room, ain’tcha? You think that’s funny? Huh?”

Miss Lacey grabbed the finger and twisted it until I could hear a snap as I crouched behind the dumpsters. Roscoe’s eyes went wide and Miss Sinn’s fist slammed him hard in the throat. Both men were on the ground. The ladies stood there shaking their heads. I made to stand up, but slipped on the puddle at my feet and quickly found myself drenched. I crawled out and knelt just a few feet from them.

“Oh thank you, ladies, thank you so very much. These two meant to rape me! Can you believe it? You saved me.” My heart melted like that butter you dip lobster in and a smile filled my face as I looked upon them.

Miss Sinn glanced down at me.
“Uh, yeah, sure. Whatever, man.”
They began to walk away.
“Ladies, please, let me repay you! Please! Let me serve you, I beg of you!”

Miss Lacey raised an eyebrow at me. “Dude, you really had nothing to do with this. Go away. Clean yourself up. Jeez.”

My eyes lit up.

“By your command, Miss! I will clean myself up immediately!”

They stared at me. I was so happy to be there with them staring at me. Then they walked into the bar. I got up to take myself home, but I still didn’t know the way. A quick search of Roscoe’s pockets rewarded me with his Droid. The lockscreen had boobies on it. A quick glance at the map showed me the way back and I went on my way. Halfway there I remembered Twinkle and had to go back. Then I finally returned home.

A hefty bribe to the bartender the following day revealed their names and that those ladies showed up every other Wednesday. Every night I would think of them. I wanted so badly to touch myself, but I kept myself chaste for these ladies who had claimed me. Oh, how I belonged to them! I swooned night after night while I thought of being their obedient little servant.

The day had arrived. I set my plan into action. I strutted into the bar clad in a leather jacket, jeans, and chaps. I thought the sunglasses were a nice touch, too. And there they were, sitting at the bar. I took a seat next to them and politely asked the barkeep for a shot of his strongest drink. Miss Sinn blessed me with a glance.

“What are you doing?”

What was I doing? I informed the proprietor that these ladies’ drinks would be on me and I swiftly got on my knees behind them.

“No, seriously, what the hell is going on here?” Miss Lacey spoke without turning towards me.

I stammered at first. “I...I am here to serve Pussy Venom, ladies. They looked at each other. Then they looked at me.

“I’m so sorry,” Miss Lacey said, “but we’re all full at the moment. We’ll, uh, let you know if a spot opens up, okay?”

“Thank you, ma’am." I wrote my phone number down on a napkin and left it on the bar. "My contact information, ma'am, so that you might get in touch with me as soon as that..."

Miss Sinn cut me off with four words that filled me with joy.

“Get lost. Jerk off.”

Now in hindsight I may have heard the punctuation a little wrong... Regardless, my face lit up. Tears filled my eyes.

“Thank you, Miss Sinn! THANK YOU!” I leaned in to place my lips on her boot in reverence. She pulled it back as if to kick me with it, so I pulled back. They squinted their eyes at me, so I shuffled off and out the back door and planted myself behind the dumpsters.

It took me the better part of a minute to get my zipper down with my hands trembling like that. I hadn’t dared to hope for such a gracious gift so soon. It was stiff. So stiff. I pulled my cock out of my pants and began to pump it. Furiously. It was bigger than I had ever seen it, all thanks to my goddesses. My palm flew up and down all four inches of it. I began to moan softly. My hand stroked faster. My breather quicker. Then quicker still. Moans turning into low grunts. Ohhh, I could feel my cum coming to a boil. Those grunts getting louder. I clenched. My prostate would soon release it’s package. I was practically screaming out my pleasure. Almost there... almost... annnd...

BANG!

I turned my head as the back door had been kicked open and the bar’s owner stepped out. He hadn’t seen me.

“What the sam hell is going on back here?!?”

I darted into the wooded area next to the bar and ran. My hand wouldn’t stop and continued to tug at my cock while I put some distance between myself and the establishment. I stumbled here and there until I finally fell on my face about a hundred yards away. That forced my hand from my member. And then I came. Ruined. Completely ruined. I lay there for about an hour before I could pick myself up and make the walk home. Once there I would wait by the phone for the call to come to their service.