Page 19 of Tank
Rocco
I’m just about to hop onto my bike outside the clubhouse when I feel a heavy hand on my shoulder. I know who it is without having to turn around, and I gasp as I feel Tank’s other hand wrap around the front of my jeans and squeeze my crotch.
“Daddy wants to say a proper goodbye,” Tank says, his breath heavy with whisky.
“Yes, Daddy,” I reply. “Me too…”
I can’t deny how exhilarating it feels as Tank manhandles me away from my bike and down the tight alley at the side of the clubhouse. Before I know it, we’re kissing—Tank’s strong hands holding me in place and his leg pressed right up against my cock.
“How’s that spanked ass of yours?” Tank grunts, pulling back from the kiss for a moment. “Did it cool off with those Budweiser’s I gave you?”
I nod, my cheeks flushed, my dick straining to get out of my pants.
“Well, for taking the spanking so well, I want to give you a reward,” Tank growls, his hand swiftly unbuckling my belt once more and yanking down my jeans and briefs. “Call it motivation ahead of your first day as a prospect…”
I moan in pleasures and shock as I feel Tank wrap his big hand around my cock and immediately begin to pulse his fist, quickly moving into a pumping motion.
“Fuck, you know what to do to a boy…” I say, my cock rigid in Tank’s hand and my breathing heavy. “I’m not going to last very… oh shit…fuccccck.”
I look down and watch as my dick erupts in Tank’s warm hand, wave after wave of thick cum shooting up into the air and down the side of my Daddy’s powerful shovel of a fist.
“Let me do you,” I say, my voice quivering as Tank drains every last drop.
“I’ll tell you when you get the honor of Daddy’s cock,” Tank says, a wicked smile on his face as he lets go of my dripping cock and playfully slaps it from side to side. “Now haul your prospect ass out of here and get a good night’s sleep. The next few days are going to be full-on. And if you prove your worth in the clubhouse, you might even find yourself put to some real work by next week…”
With that, Tank turns and walks away, back around the corner and into the clubhouse.
I’m left all alone, my cock twitching and my mind spinning.
This is getting more complicated by the second—and I still haven’t worked out whether Tank trusts me or not either…
It’s been a week since I pushed Tank’s buttons at the overlook, since his hands lit my skin on fire and left me shaking in his arms. Oh, and the hand-job too. Damn, that was hot.
A week of playing prospect for the Wolf Riders, scrubbing bikes, fetching beers, and keeping my head down while I wait for my moment.
My plan’s still in place—get close to Tank, earn his trust, then drive that knife into his heart. But every day I spend around him, every time he looks at me with those hard, hungry eyes, the plan feels less like a mission and more like a lie.
Suddenly, I’m in too deep, and I don’t know how to climb out.
Tonight, I’m riding with the Wolves to a weapons deal, a chance to prove I’m more than just a cocky drifter.
The desert’s dark, the air heavy with the promise of trouble.
I’m on my bike, the Fury emblem hidden under a fresh coat of black paint—Tank’s orders, though I know he’s still watching me like a hawk. He’s up front, leading the pack with Kash and Arch, his Harley a black beast cutting through the night.
I’m at the back with the other prospects, my heart pounding as we pull into an abandoned warehouse on the edge of town.
The deal’s supposed to be simple: trade a crate of guns for cash with some out-of-state buyers. But my gut’s screaming that something’s off. The warehouse is too quiet, the shadows too deep. Tank signals for us to stop, his voice low as he barks orders.
“Prospects, perimeter,” Tank commands. “Eyes open. Anything moves, you sing out.”
I nod, gripping my handlebars, and circle the warehouse with Twitch and another prospect. But as I scan the darkness, all I can think about is Tank—his strength, his protectiveness, the way he held me after that spanking, promising to keep me safe. I shake my head, cursing myself.
Focus, Rocco.
You’re here to kill him, not fall for him.
He nearly killed pop. Now it’s time he feels the same pain…
