Sunday, November 10, 2019

BIGJIM AND THE BIKER CLAN


                                  Big Jim and the Biker Clan
                                           Written by Mike The Ape Man


 There are two types of men that live the full life of a biker, one that loves the open road, the feeling of freedom of the open air and often ride with those with similar interest.  You’ll find most guys in this class are men who are professionals, lawyers, and doctors to name a few.  Then you’ll find another type of bikers that live a dark side, rough, addicts, gangs and ruthless.  These are known as troublemakers.  They often ride in packs and have ties with drug lords.  They live the leather world.  Some are decked with full beards and leather gear and they give the impression their “mother never loved them”.  They act like wolves in a pack and parade in a pack.  Their bikes roar as they throttle making damn sure people hear them.  That roar of the bike sends a message, “don’t mess with me/us”.  Our tale today starts with a special man.  He is known as Big Jim.  Who is this man behind the muscles the no nonsense body builder?   Just like the roaring biker sending a clear don’t mess with me message, Big Jim send his own message.  “Don’t fuck with me”! 

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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