File type: Text File (.txt) [Download]
-----------------------------------------
The morning air was nice and fresh, and Gunner enjoyed the rush of that air against his bearded face as his engine roared proudly. His hands gripped tightly on the handle of his Harley Davidson, one of his most treasured possessions. He and his brothers were riding down the freeway and pulled in at a local restaurant and bar. The bar was a little worse for wear, Gunner thought to himself, as he pulled into the cracked tarmac that was the parking lot. “Should have some decent beers at least” he grumbled to himself as he got off his bike, his thick biker boots making a faint boom on the weathered asphalt, as he followed his biker brethren into the seedy bar.


At the same time, a discontented server sighed as he clocked in for his shift, trying to mentally prepare himself for another eight hours of dealing with grimey truckers who’s hygiene has just as deplorable as their manners, and annoying old men who carried a thick aura of stale tobacco smoke and the yellowed stains of old beer woven into wifebeaters. He took a breath before the cook, the owner of this grungy establishment yelled at him to get to work. “Gotta keep the bills paid” he whispered to motivate himself, thinking of home, a shitty flat with several problems his repulsive landlord refused to try to repair. He saw the biker gang enter and smiled, he always did have a fondness for those biker gangs, with their jackets and hairy bodies. He read their jackets logo: Sons of the old Giants MC


Gunner and his fellow bikers walked into the bar, and Gunner sighed as he took a seat at a free table, motioning a sign to his brothers to leave him alone. The other bikers smiled and chuckled wondering if Gunner decided to get his right of passage here in this shithole. He caught his eyes on a young server coming out of the kitchen, glancing at his gang, and grabbing a few menus and letting a faint smile spread across his bearded lips. He called the boy over, starting to consider if this was the one he wanted...


“Hello Sir, May I take your order?” the server said with a genuine smile, never wanting to be unfair to a customer that was not yet rude to him, as he handed the handsome biker a menu, a yellowed stained piece of paper trapped in cheap cracked laminate. As the server looked on, he felt a heavy feeling on his chest. “Our soup of the day is-”


“Beer and Ribs”' Gunner interrupted, but in a friendly tone, as he locked eyes on his boy “And order something for yourself too, need some company as ya can see' '. Hunter gave his boy a wink and rested back in the wooden chair, casually scratching his beard as he looked into the boy's blue eyes. The server swallowed the lump that had just formed in his throat, not used to customers asking him to eat with them, especially not handsome bearded bears like this guy.


“Uh..Well...Thank you for the gesture, sir, but my boss doesn't care much for us eating on the job, and I can't afford a meal here anyway, not the best pay…Besides I’m sure one of your friends over there would be much better company then me” He said, shaking it off with a nervous laugh. Gunner smiled at this, watching the boy's face tinge a faint red, but felt annoyed, wondering if he doesnt get free meals for working here. He cleared his throat “Did I say you’d have to pay for it? I want your company, not theirs. So go get us some grub and come sit with me when you are done, ok boy? If your boss has a problem with that, He can come and tell me!"


“Yea...Yes Sir, right away” The server got a cold beer from the fridge and cracked it open, bringing it to the large bear biker, admiring his beard and leather jacket, and Gunner smiled again. “That's a good boy, obedient!” he said happily with a wink, bewildering the boy slightly, and making him feel weaker around this handsome man, making his blushing more clear.


After a heated conversation with the cook, his boss, the server sighed, waiting for the food to be prepared. “10 minutes kid! Your lazy ass is only getting away with this shit since I ain't dealing with that hairy biker freak”. The server sighed as he brought the food and an extra beer out to the smiling bear. Gunner overheard the boss yelling to his soon-to-be boy and decided for sure that he wanted this one as his pup… “Good boy hehe” Gunner said through bitefuls of meat enjoying the timid servers company. “So, You like working here?” to which the server just lowered his head “...It pays the bills...just about anyway…” he picked at his nachos as he tried to change the subject “So...Biker huh? That must be an interesting life!” he said enthusiastically as he put on a fake smile. “Yeah Boy, Just me, my bike, and my brothers... Tell ya what kid, I know our clubhouse down by the docks is looking for someone to tend the bar, what do ya say?” Of course, this was not true, and was simple bait for the server to bite.


The server stared at the handsome, rugged, tall biker for a moment, taken aback by the offer. “I...Wow...That's very kind of you, sir, but I have no experience, and the docks is at the other side of the city from where I-” Gunner chuckled then interrupted the boy “Relax, boy, we will train ya, not a lotta different the drinks the boys like heh, and until you find a place to stay, I have a spare bed in my room in the clubhouse.” His expression turned more serious and his eyes more kind as he leaned in “Trust me, my boy, it's much better than working in this shithole”


The server was still, just looking at his new acquaintance, as the older bear waited for an answer. “I... don't know…” Gunner stood up and wrapped his shoulder over the young man's neck “Look, Buddy, I’ll tell ya what, come take a ride with me on mah bike. Clear your head a bit. If your boss gets pissed, I will pay him for your shift” He said with a wink, guiding his new boy through the front door to the lot. His fellow bikers smiled and nodded at him, and the server could swear for a second he saw a tiny head poke out of one biker's jacket pocket, but Gunner quickly turned his head to the doors. The boy shaked his head, “Man..I think I'm going crazy...”.


Gunner just laughed in response as he guided his boy to his bike, parked out of view of the road and made sure there were no cameras in sight. He decided it was a safe spot and turned to his boy. “Now, boy, I want you to trust me, I’m not gonna hurt you alright, I’m gonna add you to our club… It’s a tradition for higher ups to have a… small boy, in recognition of our founders having special bonds with…” The young man started to look concerned and tried to slowly step away, but Gunner grabbed him and slowly pulled him into an embrace, ignoring his struggles and pleas, and starting the spell to shrink and claim this boy as his property. “I didn't get your name, my boy, but I’m giving ya a new one... Hmmm... yeah... I like Colt…” Gunner held his new property tightly, keeping him quiet as he struggled. “Easy, Boy, shush...It's alright” Gunner stoked his boy's head, showing a gentler side as he let the boy diminish in size quickly, smaller and smaller, letting his clothes fall and disappear, until Colt was the size of a large rat shaking in the palm of his new master.


“Look at ya, Mah boy, My little Colt... Easy boy, you're safe, I told ya i'm taking you from this shithole. You're coming with me somewhere warm and safe” He whispered, yet still carrying his masculine tone in his voice down to the petrified little man sitting in a shaking ball on his master's hand. Gunner eased his hand up to his beard and nuzzled the boy's bare naked skin into the forest of thick warm facial hair before pulling a small blanket out of his bike’s trunk and wrapping his new little buddy in it, before gently pocketing him in the safety of his jacket pocket. He gently patted the pocket with the scared small boy in it, and spoke down to it. “Trust me Colt, You will love this life... Good boy.”


Gunner climbed onto his bike and revved the engine three times to signal to his brothers, who quickly all came out and congratulated Gunner on his new boy, tiny boys peeking out of the pockets of some of them, and soon after, the men were all driving to their clubhouse. The Wind in his face, The roar of the engine… It is a joy that Gunner was eager to teach his boy, a proud smile remained on his face throughout the drive back to his biker gang's clubhouse, quickly parking his bike and heading up to his room. He took out his boy from his pocket, tangled in the small blanket, who was pale with fear and shaking.


The big hairy master gently removed his jacket and boots, and rested on his bed, letting his tiny boy rest on his chest, a tuft of brown hair poking out from the neck of his tank top. Colt looked up nervously at his new master, only to be met with a gentle finger rub on his hand. “Easy, my boy… You’re safe... my pet... no hard jobs...no rent… just your master protecting you. I told ya to trust me, and now you’re safe, warm and protected. Colt… I’m your master now, alright? so you need to be obedient and in return, I’ll make sure you will be satisfied with this life, now, pet, get some rest on your daddy” The giant finger gently pushed the tiny man's body into a lying position with Gunner covering his hand over the boy, His thumb rubbing the tiny’s back tenderly. “Rest well, Colt, tomorrow i will show ya around, introduce ya to my brothers, and now your brothers, and then the boss too, I reckon he will like you, buddy” Gunner said with that proud expression on his face again as he relaxed back and grabbed a remote from his bed stand, and turned the TV on with his free hand, getting comfy, watching a bikers themed drama, as he petted his new tiny pet companion, Happy to have finally honoured the clubs sacred tradition of the Giant and Tiny bond...