Big Jim and the Biker Clan
Written by Mike The Ape Man
Mayland New York is a small town south west of
Syracuse. It has about 7 thousand
residence working and living in making this peaceful town what it is. It is an open community welcoming all
diversified people into the mainstream level.
They have working schools, government offices, Churches welcoming all
people and supermarkets. Mayland is
well known for its fine restaurants, social clubs, bar including a gay
establishment. Crime is relatively low
except your typical squabbles, break in and shoplifting. So Mayland is a safe but good town to raise
a family. “Hi Big Jim”, said Brett Jones
manager of the King Market. “How you
doing buddy”? “Doing great Brett”, said Big Jim. “How’s the family”. “My wife is having a little surgery done
today so will be leaving early to pick her up at the hospital”. “Hope it isn’t anything serious”, Big Jim
replied. “They are removing a small
tumor from her leg which is non cancerous.
So, she’ll be fine”. After a
brief exchange, Big Jim continued his shopping without interruption. As he was walking out the supermarket, he
heard what was the sound of motorcycles.
“Interesting”, said Big Jim.
“Haven’t seen bikers around here ever”.
As he was putting his things away in the truck, he noticed a biker
kicking a sign off its post. “Fuck”, Big
Jim said under his breath. “Just what we
need”! After the last bag of groceries
was placed in the back of his truck, Big Jim left for his country home.
It was an early Friday evening and Big Jim wanted to hang
out with his friends at the Rainbow bar.
It was a cool but a fall breeze, a perfect night for riding his
Harley. Big Jim put on his black leather
jacket then his gloves. After he
stretched and tightens his gloves, he places his foot on the base pedal and
throttled his bike. Big Jim sped his way
down this country road and into Mayland.
The ride was only 10 minutes. The
town was quiet especially tonight and Big Jim didn’t understand why. As he approached the Rainbow bar he noticed 4
other bikes parked in front. As he
walked into the bar he noticed his buddies drinking beer and looking at the new
guys who walked in 10 minutes earlier. One
of Big Jim’s friends noticed him walking in.
“Hey Big Guy, good to see you”.
“Hey, busy place tonight. Looks
like a party”, exclaimed Big Jim. “Yea
this group rode into town this afternoon”, said Bob Willis. “Seems they caused a little hassle at Kings
Market an hour ago and the local cops were called.” “Wonder why they picked our town”, said Dave,
a friend of Bob. Big Jim walked towards
the bar and asked the bartender for his favorite drink. “You got it Big Jim”, give me a minute”,
yelled Bill. As Big Jim stood standing
next to the bar in his leather jacket, his shirt opened to display his massive
chest muscles; one of the bikers sitting at the bar noticed him. Big Jim realized these guys weren’t gay and
probably gay bashers. But this was a
free country and people can drink wherever they want. Big Jim gave a nice tip to the bartender and
walked over to join his buddies. As he
sat down and looked over at the bar and sure enough the bearded biker was still
looking at him. He looked over at his
other biker friend and whispered something.
The biker friend looked over and saw Big Jim. They both grinned. After an hour of drinking and yelling, the
bikers noticed two guys walking in arm and arm.
“Well now look what we got here guys, two queers. Which one is a women”, said one of the
laughing gang members. The two guys who
walked in headed towards the bar. One of
the bikers stuck his foot out tripping one of them. Big Jim noticed it right away. By this time steam was building up inside
him. He waited for a while until more
bikers were on the move trying to harass the fallen gay brother. “I hate queers, you know boy. Get out of my sight you fucker and go to your
mama”, said what looked like the leader of the group. “Just
what we fucking need”, said another biker.
It wasn’t long after the tripping incident that another gay brother walked
in but this time he was holding hands with his lover. They were celebrating tonight because it was
a week anniversary of their wedding ceremony.
“Mother Fucker”, said another biker, “look at this”. All four bikers turned around and saw the
couple kissing and holding hands. “Hey
you two jack Asses”, said the biker leader standing up and heading towards the
happy couple. “You make me sick”! Suddenly the biker spit in one of the faces of
the gay couple. The look on their faces
was enough to tell they were in shock and frighten at the same time. Big Jim and his friends looked over saw the
whole ordeal. Everyone in the bar
stopped what they were doing and looked over at the scene. Big Jim had had enough. He slowly removed his leather jacket, put on
his gloves and walked over to the leader.
By this time, all four of the gang members stood up facing Big Jim. “You one of them queers shit head”, said one
of the bikers. “You damn right fucker I
am one of them you shit head”, Big Jim yelled back. By this time all of most of the bar patrons
stood up against the wall as they saw Big Jim advancing. “Hey guys, this dump nut doesn’t know who
he’s dealing with. I hear your Mother is
whoring down town”, laughed the leader followed by the entire gang. Without warning, Big Jim grabbed the first
guy and swung him around smacking his face against the wall. Soon the other three were swinging. Big Jim used his fist and hit two of them on
the side of their heads. He wanted to
teach a lesson to the leader. “Come on
you fucker”, Big Jim said to the leader.
“Your mine”! One of the bikers
that had fallen stood up swinging what looked like a chair. Big Jim noticed at the corner of his eye that
something was coming at him. He turned
around and kicked the biker in the balls.
The man keeled over in sheer pain then he looked at the leader. “Come on you sissy, can’t fight your own
battles. You need these fruit cakes to
help you fight your battles” as Big Jim laughed. Big Jim saw the leader grab a pole from a broomstick
and began swinging the stick at Big Jim.
Ducking and moving around the biker leader, Big Jim waited for the
moment when his opponent was confused.
Big Jim laid the first smack around the head of the biker. He falls to the ground. Big Jim grabbed him pulling the leather
jacket towards him and started beating the bastard. Blood was pouring from his nose and
mouth. Big Jim kept smacking, hitting
until the biker leader fell unconscious.
Everyone in the bar started cheering, whooping. One by one Big Jim took the biker gang
outside the bar. Everyone in the bar
followed him. “I need you guys to help
me remove their clothes and hide their bikes in the back of the bar”, commanded
Big Jim. The bikes were gone within 10
minutes. Soon before their very eyes,
member of the Rainbow Bar was standing outside watching this scene. All four bikers were totally naked, unconscious. Soon they were hauled onto the back of Big
Jim’s truck. “Take one last look
guys. You won’t see these assholes here
again”, said Big Jim. Again cheers and
hoops, yelling from the Rainbow Bar were heard.
Big Jim drove off out of town.
Within ten miles south of Mayland, Big Jim opened up his truck tailgate
and wrapped a rope around each one of the bikers neck and laid them on the
ground one by one. He had enough time to
write a note say, “Keep out of Mayland”.
He pinned the note on the leaders underwear and turning his truck around
heading towards Mayland. When he
arrived at the Rainbow Bar he was cheered again. “Drinks on the house”, said the
bartender. “Here Big Jim, your favorite
drink”, said Bill the bartender. Big Jim
grabbed the tall glass mixed with body building strength with no alcohol. He was their hero from then on. Big Jim was never ever without men to serve
him after that. His country home was
opened to anyone and he enjoyed fucking anyone in the area that wanted a good
fuck as it gave him a chance to flex his chest muscles and biceps. Big Jim from then on never ever jerked his
load. He had many awaiting mouths to
feed, holes to fill and opportunities for flexing his massive body
muscles. The world of bodybuilding came
to quiet Mayland and Big Jim was their inspiration. He spent half of his time helping the locals
to exercise and appreciate their bodies.
Biker gangs in upper New York heard of the beatings from
their former brothers. When they heard
what was done to their fellow gang members, they knew to keep out of Mayland
and move to some place else. The story
of what happened was kept quiet among the members of the state gang but to this
day, Mayland will never forget Big Jim and the Rainbow Bar became it became a
favorite hide out to the local gay brothers of Mayland New York. They will never forget the man, Big Jim.
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