Evil Eye - Phase 3: Biker BRET
Brian woke up and breathed heavily. The full moon was shining through his bedroom window. He had dreamed again … the same dream … for three nights in a row. Everything seemed so real.
It all started in front of the big door of a factory. Walking towards the door Brian always felt something holding him back. Inside everything was dark and silent, except for the monotonous engine sound of a bike.
Following the sound Brian walked slowly towards it. All of a sudden the lights were switched on and he found himself standing in front of a biker that seemed to call out to him.
This was the time when his cock – in dream and real life – hardened as he felt the power the biker radiated. It drew him in until a second later Brian was the biker and felt black power flowing through his body. The leather on his skin was so soft and yet tight, the vibrations of the engine pulsated through his whole body. And then he saw a pair of black eyes, so soothing, so RELAXing, so comforting. and a dark voice whispering slowly: BIKER! BIKER! BIKER!
Everytime he wanted to answer and give in to that tempting power, a bright light appeared and he woke up sweating.
Breathing slowly again he turned around and went back to sleep just to wake up a few moments later. The same dream, twice in one night. He shoke his head and drank a bit of water that a hand in black gloves offered him.
„Thank you“ he said and enjoyed the cold water in his throat. Wait! A hand in black gloves?
Brian screamed as he saw that he was not in his bedroom anymore, but surrounded by four men all dressed up in black shiny rubber. Their heads were covered in gas masks except for one whose bald head and black eyes made Brian shiver.
„I tell master that you are awake“ he said in a dark voice and left the room.
Brian didn’t know where he was and could only see the outskirts of an empty wall in the dimly lit room. He was lying on a bed with his legs and arms strapped to it. The three rubber men were standing around him watching him. It was a creepy sight.
A few moments later the bald rubber man came back accompanied by what had to be his master. He was dressed in black leather that creaked everytime he moved.
„Good, you are awake. How do you feel?“ the man said and Brian couldn’t help but look into those black eyes, so soothing, so RELAXing, so comforting.
„I feel … good“ Brian heard himself say. „I feel very good. Thank you, master.“
Did he just call that man „master“? What was happening? Brian couldn’t help but focus on those black eyes.
„Even better“, his master answered. „I have a suprise for you. Follow me.“
After the rubber men had unstrapped him, Brian followed the man he had called his master out of the room. He didn’t notice his surroundings because with every step his brain seemed to shut off more and more. He lost himself in the creaking of the leather trousers his master was wearing.
They entered a dark, cold room. The monotonous sound of a bike joined the rythm master’s leather trousers was making. The room was filled with the smell of leather and oil. And Brian knew he had to follow the smell and the sound. With every step he forgot more and more who he was or why he had gotten into that stranger’s car a few days ago – a stranger he now called his master.
His memories became blurry the closer he got to the roaring sound. Darkness surrounded Brian as he could feel the presence of something powerful directly in front of him. Suddenly the headlights of the bike switched on and Brian felt his heart beating to the same rythm of the engine.
„You feel it, don’t you?“ he heard his master say.
„It’s calling out to you. It wants to feel its power, to become one with it. You are ready. Your training is completed. Your dream will finally become reality and this time nothing will hold you back nor stop you.“
Brian smiled. Could this be true? He was waiting for that bright light that had always woken him up. But it didn’t come. The only power he felt was the bike connecting to him.
„No power holding me back“, Brian whispered weakly and felt his former life vanish more and more.
„GOOD! I will help you even more! Take this, sit down on the bike and become one with its rythm.“
The moment Brain saw the black shiny plug with the white bike on it his master was showing him he knew his dream was coming true. The last piece of resistance was vanishing as he felt the plug being put inside him and dissolving. His whole body was pumped with black energy. His eyes became black as he went to the bike, touched the engine with his hands and felt the rythm of it respond to the pumping of the energy inside of him. He was moaning in pleasure.
He got on the bike and shouted as black dark waves surrounded and captured him. They tightened around his body and became firm. He was enclosed in a biker suit and proper boots, his hands were covered in gloves putting the helmet on his head. His old life was finally gone.
„Welcome to our team, BRET!“ his master said.
„I swear loyalty to master“ he shouted in a dark voice and copied the evil grin that he liked so much about his master.
„GOOD, BRET! Why don’t you take your new baby out for a spin.“
„I will, master! And I will not return empty-handed!“ Brett smiled.
„GOOD, my BIKER boy! Now go and help me to complete phase 4.“
BRET laughed and let the engine roar as he drove out becoming one with the dark night.
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