Greasers Club Initiation
by
Dougie fae Glesga
 

 
Frank had applied for membership of the Greasers Club.
The Greasers are a gang of Hells Angels from Craigneuk, a tough area of Wishaw near Glasgow. Such was the notoriety of the club that it attracted guys from several miles away including Bellshill, Motherwell, Larkhall, Hamilton as well as Wishaw itself. Most of the guys worked in scarp yards, engineering works or construction sites.

There were over twenty five members in the club and the main interests were gang fights, kinky sex with oil, grease, piss and bondage. The club only accepted guys who were proud to dress in filthy greasy gear and could prove they were tough.

Frank worked in an old garage which stripped down trucks for re-usable parts and as a result he was always filthy. He had also been in prison for assault. Two good qualifications.
He had been accepted as a novice member for three months and during that time he would have to show he enjoyed fights, kinky sex, piss, oil and bondage. On his first night the aim would be to humiliate him and find out how far he was prepared to go to become a tough filthy Hells Angel.

The club met in a car breakers yard on Friday and Saturday nights and it was at 9 p.m. on the Friday that he started his probation period as a novice. He wore the clothes he normally wore at work, a pair of filthy faded light blue jeans ripped at the arse, a filthy faded denim shirt, a studded leather belt, a scruffy leather jacket and a pair of steel toe capped boots saturated in oil. His first test would be in the stocks. His neck and wrists were clamped so his body was at right angles to his legs which were pulled wide apart and clamped. His arse was exposed ready for fucking.

Harry, as the club president, took a studded leather belt and gave the novice 20 hefty lashes across his arse. Then it was 20 lashes from Steve, the vice-president. After that 20 lashes from each of the three committee members. A total of 100 lashes before they stopped. Frank's arse was now sore and tender but he hadn't yelled or pleaded to stop. To do so meant membership was immediately withdrawn. There was no room for wimps in this club. He was now ready for fucking and every member was entitled to fuck him. There were 18 members this evening, every one of them ready to test him.

Harry was the first to fuck the new novice. A handful of filthy old axle grease was pressed into Frank's arse hole and Harry pushed the tip of his cock in. Holding the bound guy's hips he rammed his cock in with full force making Frank gasp. Slowly Harry withdrew his cock then rammed it in again. He started taking up a regular rhythm. Slowly at first then faster and faster. His breathing became deeper as he neared his climax then he groaned as his juice shot out his cock into Frank's arse. He kept his cock in for fully a minute as he enjoyed the ecstasy.

He withdrew his cock and going round to the front of Frank he held his cock to the guy's mouth ordered him to lick the shit off it. Frank obeyed and opened his mouth to receive the president's cock. Taking his tongue he licked round the knob removing shit, cum and grease. While he was licking Harry's cock another Greaser took up a position behind him and rammed his cock up his arse. For the next three hours one cock after another was rammed up his arse. Each guy was allowed 10 minutes to fuck the novice. If he didn't shoot his load of juice up the guy's arse then that was hard luck.

By midnight all of the 18 Hells Angels present had fucked him and he was released and given a ten minute break for a pint of beer when he started his next hurdle. He was ordered to lie on the greasy floor face down. His wrists were then tied behind his back. For the next forty five minutes he had to lick the boots of anyone who came forward. To get at some of them he had to squirm with his body and his cheek rubbing the greasy floor. His jeans, his shirt and the inside of his leather jacket were already filthy and the extra dirty oil on the floor was hardly noticeable on his clothes but was more apparent on the sides of his face as his worked his tongue round the various boots, most of which were soaked in oil.

He was told if he didn't lick the boots to the satisfaction of the wearer he would be kicked on the arse and ribs. Somehow every Greaser seemed dis-satisfied and kicked him.
At 1 a.m. with a filthy face and several bruises on his arse and ribs he was lifted onto his knees. He was then ordered to lick the arse of any Greaser who ordered him to do so. After another 30 minutes he was released.

With his tongue working overtime a pint of beer was more than welcome.
However it wasn't beer he was to drink. He was ordered to remove one of his boots. Several guys pissed into it and Frank was ordered to drink the piss from the greasy smelly boot. Then he was ordered to piss into the boot himself and drink his own piss.

Five minutes later he was ordered to lie in front of the shit bowl. His left arm encircled the bowl and his wrists were handcuffed together, his cheek hugging the bowl which was stinking with piss and shit.
His legs were lifted in the air and a large butt plug coated in filthy grease was pushed up his arse. He groaned silently as it went up and a sigh of relief when it was in.
His feet were lowered and he was ordered to keep his legs wide apart. He knew what was about to happen and started getting a hard on.

Seconds later jets of piss rained down on him. Over his face and into his mouth, over his shirt, jacket and jeans. Within a minute he was soaked in the golden liquid. Frank loved the sight of a guy pissing down on him.
During the next forty minutes guys came up to him and pissed over him. He was ordered to open his mouth as they aim their piss at his face. All the time he was aware of the butt plug up his raw and tender arse. Because he had been drinking so much piss he soon needed a piss and piss into his own jeans.

He was also kicked in the ribs and the balls. One guy who had been pissed up his arse stood over Frank and released his bowels, spewing out a mixture of piss and shit over the bound novice. The shit was rubbed into his jeans and shirt. His jeans were unbuttoned and shit and black grease rubbed round his cock and balls. His cock by now was hard and erect. Another guy stood over him lowered his jeans and shit over Frank's chest. The shit was rubbed into his chest, round his balls and his face

At 3 a.m. his body ached with the kicking from the members but he still had a hard on. When he was released his test wasn't finished. He was dragged to an old mattress and dumped there, face down. His wrists and ankles were tied to four steel rings cemented into the floor at each corner of the mattress. The butt plug up his arse was removed and a canvas hood stinking with the smell of piss and shit, was pulled over his head and secured at the neck. For the rest of the night he had to lie there so that any Greaser who wanted to fuck him a second or third time could do so.

By 5 a.m. activities had slowed down and only four guys fucked him during the next two hours. However there was no chance of a sleep as guys would come up to him and kick him in the ribs or the arse or piss over him.

He was released at 7 a.m. and had coffee and filled rolls with the lucky guys who managed to get some sleep and some guys who had to work that morning. Those who were working would go straight to work wearing their filthy piss stinking gear. Fortunately for Frank three guys who worked with him were members of the club and two of them had offered to work allowing Frank and the other scrappy the morning off. He certainly needed it. He felt tired, sore and exhausted. Two or three hours sleep would help him get prepared for this evening's activities.

At 9 a.m. he went with another two guys to their home and they allowed him to strip and lie naked on a piss stinking mattress they kept in their playroom. Then chained his neck to the wall and he was allowed to fall asleep for six hours.

 

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Chapter 2
On Saturday night dressed in his filthy piss and shit stinking clothes he was allowed to mingle with the members with a drink of beer between 9 p.m. and 10 p.m.
At 10 p.m. he was again clamped in the stocks until midnight to let any member who hadn't been at the previous night's meeting the chance to ram his cock up the novice's arse. From 12 midnight until 1 a.m. he lay handcuffed to the shit pan so that anyone could piss over him (or shit over him).
At 1 a.m. he was told that his first initiation was complete and the rest of the night he was free to challenge any member to a wrestling match where the winner fucks the loser, or a game of cards where the loser is fucked by the other players.

The initiation tests would be repeated on the fourth, seventh and the tenth weeks.
During his probationary period Frank proved to the other Greasers that he could take any humiliating test without hesitation. He loved licking steel toe capped boots and being pissed on.
He also proved he was a keen fighter. He had been in ten fights with skinheads. On two of these occasions he and five Greasers trapped two skinheads, beat them up and dragged them into a transit van. They fucked the skinheads on a derelict site and left them tied up with huge butt plugs up their arses.

It was now the twelfth Friday and although the club started at 9 p.m. it was midnight when Harry, the club president called for order and announced that Frank had applied for membership. He had satisfied the club by carrying out all tests up to date. Tonight was the final test. Frank stood in the middle of the floor. Ropes were tied to his wrists and over roof beams. His legs were pulled wide apart and his ankles tied to heavy concrete blocks. The ropes to his wrists were pulled tight almost lifting him off his feet. He stood spread eagled waiting his fate.

Harry stepped forward and ripped open the fly of Frank's filthy jeans and pulled out his cock and balls. His cock was already hard with expectation. Harry gave them a twist making the novice gasp in pain. 'Bastard' thought Frank 'That wasn't part of the test.'
"Any guy who wants to become a Greaser has to be fisted in front of all the membership. Do you want to be fist fucked?" said the president.
Frank knew what his reply should be.
"Yes. I want to fist fucked." he said loudly.

The Greaser president walked to Frank's back and taking a handful of black grease slowly pushed his hand up Frank's arse. Slowly he twisted his fingers as he pushed first the tips then the knuckles. Frank gritted his teeth as the fist forced his arse hole open. Suddenly the pain eased as the thumb knuckle passed and the wrist entered.
Harry felt around for the novice's prostate gland and started rubbing it.

Frank let out a yelp as if an electric shock had passed through him. His cock which had gone slightly soft with the beating now shot up and swelled bright and red. Harry continued to stroke the prostate and Frank started to arch his body then twist it. He started gasping and groaning. His cock wanted to explode. He yelped and held his body rigid as he felt his juice straining to get out of his cock.

A Greaser standing a few feet from him suddenly dropped on his knees and grabbing the Frank's cock held it to his mouth and gently sucked it. That was all Frank needed to let his juice shoot out of his cock and into the guy's mouth. Frank gave a sigh of pleasure as the juice shot through his tube. Harry withdrew his hand from Frank's arse and there were cheers to indicate the novice had passed his last test. He was now a full member of the Greasers Chapter of the Hells Angels.
 
 

END

 

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2012