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The 'Gaybdl' Series, Vol. 1


By

Otto Van Raunchenhausen

Copyright 2016


Author's note: All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.



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Gaybdl: The Biker


By

Otto Van Raunchenhausen

Copyright 2016


Author's note: All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.



Use of an image of a model in this ebook or in advertisements for it does not suggest that the model is depicted in the work presented here, nor that the model participates in, endorses, condones or approves of the thoughts or behavior described in this ebook.





Nate had been smoking weed all day, so he was stoned as hell when he went shopping at All-Mart. It always seemed like a good idea to do that stoned, he thought, but then when he did it, he regretted it. The store was choked with people, most of them fat and sweaty. Nate wanted to laugh at how ridiculous they looked, one male college student in particular, whose purple mohawk and safety-pin piercings combined for a look that was trying entirely too hard.

He only needed to pick up a few things, one of which had the potential to be embarrassing. Nate needed some adult diapers. He didn't need them because he had bladder or bowel problems though, he needed them because he intended to have sex.

Nate was really into diapers. He always had been. He loved role-playing as a submissive little boy being fucked by his daddy, who was usually some other gay twink just like Nate. Just seeing the stacks of diapers sent a thrill up his spine because it made him think of sex.

As he picked up the package of diapers, Nate felt a surge of paranoia. Someone was watching him. That wasn't necessarily so strange. People sometimes gave him funny looks when he bought diapers. That was to be expected. It was embarrassing the first few times, but not anymore. If anyone ever asked, Nate had a whole story planned out -- he was buying the diapers for his grandfather, whom he took care of. They would ooh and aah over how attentive Nate was, and he'd look like a great person.

But no one had ever actually asked, so Nate had never tried out that cover story. Whenever he felt self-conscious, though, he rehearsed that story, and tried to look like a sympathetic grandson.

When Nate looked up to see who watched him, he blushed at the sight of a long-bearded biker in dark leather and dirty jeans. He had deep-set eyes and a square jaw. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with muscles that didn't fit in the torn t-shirt he wore under his black leather jacket.

He nodded at Nate as he picked up a tube of anal lubricant. He licked his lips. Was he turned on by the thought of anal sex (presumably with a woman)? Or was he turned on by Nate? Though it seemed he looked right at Nate as he licked his lips, Nate thought that couldn't possibly be it. If any man were obviously straight by his appearance, it'd be this one.

The biker-looking man grunted as Nate walked away, heart pounding. He'd had bad experiences with bikers on numerous occasions. Once a biker had presented himself as pro-gay just to get Nate alone and punch him.

So Nate was nervous. He knew he came across as gay. Even here in Mobile, Alabama, he never hid it. That wasn't always easy, but he was open with his sexuality (or at least his orientation, if not his diaper habit). He hurried away from the biker, whose eyes Nate could feel following him.

He went to the household supplies section, both because there were a lot of people there and because Nate really needed to buy trash bags. He went into the back corner and took a deep breath.

Then a hand closed over his mouth and strong arms grabbed him. The smell of chewing tobacco and vehicle exhaust made his nose wrinkle. Before Nate could do anything, he was dragged through a nearby employees-only door.

It was the biker, who stared Nate down once the door had swung shut and they were both in a shadowy storage area. He had such an intense aura about him that Nate was unable to do anything other than quake.

"I ain't gonna hurtcha," said the biker. "You gayboy, right?"

The biker still had a tight grip on Nate, including his mouth, so Nate couldn't really say anything. He didn't have the focus right now to lie anyway, and he certainly couldn't act convincingly straight in this moment.

He nodded as though Nate had confirmed his homosexuality. Then he dragged Nate further into the storage corridors behind the All-Mart. They were in a small, dimly-lit area cut off from the rest of the store by the refrigerated units, which buzzed and hummed just a few yards away.

This storage area seemed to be primarily for holding holiday decorations and other rarely used supplies. There was a table there with remnants of a gift-wrapping station -- the remaining wrapping paper was gnawed on by mice, so it looked like the table was covered in Christmasy confetti.

The biker -- who would eventually reveal he went by Charcoal as a name -- pushed the scissors and other stuff off the table. Then he undid his belt and those filthy jeans went to the ground. He had thick, trunk-like thighs covered in coarse black hairs and colorful tattoos, including an ornate tattoo of a blonde woman wearing nothing but a cowboy hat.

He wore dingy white boxers -- prison-issue, by the look of them --which he pulled down as well. He had a long, thick cock, dark brown with a thick scar near the base as though someone had tried to cut it off.

"You one of dem diaper-lovers, huh?" Charcoal said. He had a thick Texan accent.

"Uh... Yeah," Nate said. He was still terrified, but he didn't want to leave -- he could have run now, easily, and he considered it. Charcoal had his pants around his ankles. Nate could have fled and Charcoal wouldn't have been able to catch him.

"Will you rape me?" Charcoal asked, his voice a throaty grumble.

A long awkward silence filled the room. Nate had trouble processing what was happening -- just two minutes ago, he had been comparing prices on trash bags.

"Hey. Queerboy. Pay attention. You gonna have to hold me down and fuck me."

"Uh... What?"

Charcoal inhaled deeply and sharply like he was annoyed. He towered over Nate, so tall that his bare cock lined up with Nate's chest. Nate couldn't concentrate because of the awe-striking smell of muscle, motorcycle and machismo. His knees were weak.

He wrapped one of his hands around Nate's neck. He didn't squeeze, so Nate could still breathe, but Charcoal narrowed his eyes to slits.

"I learned somethin' 'bout myself recently," Charcoal said through gritted teeth. "When I was in prison. I learned somethin' very important, gayboy. I ain't like you. I'm a real man."

"Uh-huh..." Nate was too nervous to be offended.

"So if you wanna be my daddy, you best hold me down and slip one of dem diapers on me," he said. "That's what it'll take. Once you get a diaper on me, things'll change." Then he hopped onto his back on the table. The wood strained and stretched, but it didn't collapse beneath him. He lifted his legs up so Nate could take off his pants and boots.

This was all happening too fast for Nate to consider his options. His mind told him to flee, but his cock told him to stay and see what Charcoal wanted. He undid the laces of those heavy boots -- it appeared to take all of the strength in Charcoal's bulging thigh muscles to hold his legs up for an extended period.

Nate was not a foot-lover, but if he was, he would have adored Charcoal's massive paws. Nate pulled his jeans up and off. His eyes were inexorably drawn to Charcoal's bare cock and hairy crotch, and when Charcoal took off his jacket and shirt, his chest as well.

Charcoal was a strapping-muscled biker, covered in cheap tattoos, some of which appeared to be prison-made. He had a series of scars on his belly that Nate suspected were from shivs behind bars. There was an iron cross tattooed on his sternum.

"When you put one of those diapers on me, gayboy, I ain't gonna be Charcoal no more, and you won't be some silly queer. You'll be my daddy," he said. "You're going to hold me down and rape me."

"I, uh, I don't want to rape you," Nate said. He felt silly. He was about a third of Charcoal's size, and he was weak even for a small, thin, delicate gay twink. Charcoal was on his back on the table, stark naked except for a gold crucifix that sparkled where it lay between his massive pecs.

"That's the only way it'll happen," Charcoal said.

"Uh... Why don't we have a safeword?"

"Fine. The safeword is faggot. You okay with that?" Charcoal turned his head to spit on the ground.

"Okay..."

"Good. Now do it," Charcoal said. He lifted his ass up and Nate slid the diaper under him. His hands shook as he set the clasps. When he finally did, and he patted Charcoal on his flat belly, Charcoal threw his head back and grunted. His muscles went weak all at once.

"Okay, well, uh... What's your name, little boy?" Nate took a deep breath. He was a bottom by nature. He had recently topped for his first str8 alpha male diaper-loved -- a bouncer at a strip club -- and loved the experience. He never thought he'd get to do it again.

"Benjamin," he said. "But my friends call me Charcoal." The menacing glint to his voice was gone. He sounded like a little boy -- a little boy who smoked a couple packs a day, but still, he sounded young -- and he writhed like he was impatient. "My friends think I'm part-colored. My grandmom was colored. That's why they call me Charcoal."

Now that Charcoal mentioned it, Nate could see that. It was subtle, but Charcoal's swarthy skin -- and even darker cock -- was consistent with an African American side, and his strong nose and chin looked plausibly black.

"That's not a very polite nickname then," Nate said. "You shouldn't let your friends call you that." He shook his finger at Charcoal as one of his hands slipped under the waist of the diaper and gingerly fingered Charcoal's dick. He just rubbed one finger on the underpart of the shaft for now. It was enough to make Charcoal's limp manhood twitch and pulsate.

"I can't control their nickname, Daddy," he said. He sounded defensive, like he had had this argument before.

"From now on, you should tell people that you only use charcoal, when you grill. Tell them that's why they call you Charcoal. If you say that, then some people will call you Charcoal because you like charcoal and you can forget about the racists who call you that for racist reasons," Nate said.

He wrinkled his nose. "Yes, Daddy."

"Your real name is Benjamin?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"That's a good name. I'm going to call you that. That's a respectable name. It's Hebrew, you know."

"I ain't a Jew."

"Well it would be okay if you were. Daddy would love you just the same," Nate said. He spied a box of children's toys and he grabbed it.

Charcoal winced. "Yes, Daddy. Do you really love me?" All of a sudden he showed real vulnerability. His lips trembled and his chin shook. His muscles tensed.

"Of course. Daddy will always love you, Benjamin," Nate said. "Here." He put a rattle in Charcoal's hand. Charcoal gripped it tightly at first, too tight for it to make any noise. Then finally he shook it, and the rattling sound filled the air.

"I love you too, Daddy..."

One of Nate's fingers slipped under Charcoal's diaper. This time he didn't touch his cock, instead he slid between those cheeks. It was awkward to stuff his hand below Charcoal's sweaty balls and into his hairy ass, but Nate loved touching him and Charcoal writhed in pleasure at the touch.

Finally Nate's finger reached Charcoal's asshole. He just hugged the rim at first, teasing it. Charcoal's feet, which were still elevated well above Nate's head, tensed and curled. Charcoal gasped and held his breath.

"What did you learn in prison, Benjamin? I hope you learned a lesson about following the rules."

"Yes, Daddy," he said. "I... I learned that I liked the feeling of a cock in my ass."

"Really?"

"My cellmate was... very nice," he said. "He was a fag-" He cut himself off before he said the safeword. "He was a gayboy, like you. He was a mincing-"

"Benjamin, use polite language!"

"Yes, Daddy. My cellmate was... homosexually oriented," he said. "I used to make him worship my dick, he loved it. I didn't even want to, I just got bored in there."

"Well, sure, it must have been real boring."

"And then I wanted a friend," Charcoal said. Tears fluttered around his eyes as Nate let his finger slip just past the rim of Charcoal's hole. Charcoal's spine arched, and he held his breath for a few seconds before starting to breathe rapidly. His dick twitched under his diaper. He groaned. "I wanted a friend so bad. I just wanted him to like me. I wanted someone in there to like me, to actually care about me, not just be afraid of me, not glad that I was selling crack, not just willing to put up with me. So I let him fuck me."

"I see. You must have cared about him a lot."

Charcoal shook his head. "No. He was just... A hard cock to put in my ass," he said. Then he burst into tears. "I did care about him! I'm sorry, Daddy!"

Nate clucked his tongue. He patted Charcoal on the chest with his free hand, and a surge of desire overwhelmed him. He had rarely felt such a meaty, muscular chest, and there was something especially arousing about it right now, when Charcoal's body was writhing as he softly sobbed. Tears ran down his dark face.

In one smooth motion, Nate pushed his finger all the way into Charcoal's ass. That made him stop crying. His eyes opened wide. His chest went from soft to hard as iron beneath Nate's touch. Nate leaned forward to kiss Charcoal on the mouth, but he had to stretch because he left his finger in Charcoal's asshole.

At last their lips collided. Charcoal just lay there and accepted it at first, then he kissed Nate back. Nate's tongue pushed into Charcoal's mouth, and they stayed like that for what felt like forever.

They only stopped kissing because the PA flickered on overhead and made them both jump. An associate to electronics please. Thank you. Nate pulled his mouth away. Charcoal smiled for the first time since Nate had seen him.

"Are you ready to suck my dick, little boy?" Nate asked.

Charcoal nodded. "Yes, Daddy. I'll be so good. Just don't leave me, okay?"

"Of course not. I won't leave you, Benjamin," Nate said. "You need to be a good boy from now on. No more beating up other boys. Do you do that?" Charcoal nodded and groaned. His upper lip fluttered and his tattooed muscles rippled as Nate fingered his prostate. Precum dripped from his dick. Nate smiled. "You have to promise to stop."

"Yes, Daddy."

With Nate's finger still knuckle-deep in Charcoal's ass, it would have been difficult to stand there and let Charcoal suck his dick -- Nate's arm was just not long enough. But Nate could sixty-nine with him, which seemed like a good idea since Nate was a bottom by nature anyway.

He climbed up onto the table, which again strained under his weight along with Charcoal's. He was desperate to keep his finger in Charcoal's ass no matter how it made Charcoal howl, gasp and writhe. His cock throbbed inside his clean diaper.

Since Charcoal was so much broader and bigger than Nate, it was rather awkward to get in position for a sixty-nine. He had to straddle Charcoal's body and stretch, his hand snaking between Charcoal's thighs while his mouth strained to reach his dick.

"Hmmm..." Charcoal himself didn't even hesitate. When Nate's dick dangled above his face, he opened his mouth and took it in. His bristly beard scratched at Nate's skin, but that wasn't enough to detract from the incredible warmth and moisture seeping into Nate's flesh.

It felt good enough Nate could have just gone limp and laid there, hugging Charcoal's strapping chest and watching his diaper twitch. He could have enjoyed that for hours.

But he wanted to taste Charcoal's biker dick. He undid the diaper and pulled it just far enough down to bare his cock, then Nate swallowed it deep. He was too short to deep-throat it without pulling his own meat out of Charcoal's mouth, and anyway it was too big for Nate to deep-throat.

But he did get the tip and a few inches of the shaft in his mouth, and he used his free hand to stroke the base. Meanwhile his other hand caressed Charcoal's asscrack, his middle finger gliding in and out. As they both sucked, Nate even added a second finger. Charcoal tensed up, but accepted it.

"Okay, Benjamin, I think it's time for us to move on," Nate said. He lifted his head up and withdrew his finger. For a moment he remained like that, with his dick in Charcoal's mouth, balls resting on Charcoal's nose. "I'm going to fuck you now."

"Yes, Daddy," Charcoal said, gasping and wiping his face off as Nate climbed down.

The table was just low enough that Nate could line his dick up with Charcoal's ass after standing on a stool he found nearby. He was shocked that Charcoal was strong enough to keep his legs elevated all this time. He trembled and shook but he managed to remain aloft, keeping his cheeks bare and spread, ready for Nate to penetrate him.

He once again got him started with two fingers, this time using both of his middle fingers. Charcoal moaned and threw his head back. He grunted. He shook the rattle in his hand.

"Thank you, Daddy," Charcoal said. "Thank you for fucking me. Do you love me?"

"I love you so much, Benjamin," Nate said. He took a deep breath and slid his dick in while dripping lube all over it, from the tube that Charcoal had taken off the shelves.

As soon as his dick pushed in, Nate wondered if he had made a mistake. Charcoal acted as though it was arduously painful. He writhed. He slapped his hands at the table beneath him. He bit his lip. He roared and clawed at the air above his face.

"God damn, Daddy!" he shouted. The reedy tenor in his voice convinced Nate he really did enjoy it, it was just that Charcoal's reaction was always anger and vitriol, even to things that felt good.

So Nate pumped his dick back and forth, gingerly at first then with more power when he realized Charcoal could take it. He plopped the diaper he had removed on Charcoal's belly, and he watched it rise up and down as Charcoal gasped. His muscles contorted beneath the diaper, which Charcoal grabbed and inhaled deeply from. He stuck his head in the diaper and sniffed loudly.


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