Spokes

In the shadowed hush of a remote barn, the bikers rumble to a stop: Dick Fisk, Lee Ryder, Leo Ford, Rod Phillips, and the wide-eyed initiate, Mark Hunter. The air hangs heavy with anticipation, dust motes dancing in faint light. They command Mark to strip bare, his skin prickling under their stares. He bends over, ass presented like an offering. Lee Ryder steps up first, his massive, thick cock throbbing with intent. He drives it deep into Mark's tight hole, a raw thrust that echoes through the stalls. The train begins—each man claiming his turn, pounding relentlessly into the yielding flesh. Hidden behind a towering hay bale, Pete Gable watches unseen, breath caught in his throat, a silent ghost to their frenzy. Rod Phillips grips Mark's hips next, slamming in with brutal rhythm until sweat slicks their bodies. Dick Fisk follows, his strokes fierce and unyielding. Finally, they pull out, erupting in thick, hot ropes of cum that splatter across Mark's quivering ass, marking him as theirs in a glistening, forbidden rite.