Chapter 1

Cranking the crescent wrench, DJ worked the nut on the camshaft gear housing as tight as his 15-year-old arms could muster. Despite it being the 3rd time he’d worked all the nuts and bolts on the engine block, he wanted to be extra sure nonetheless. Not just because his dad has always taught him to do the best job that he could, but also because this was a test. There are a number of steps to prove your worth to the club – mechanic, dealer, manager, or enforcer. At least for the guys, and DJ wasn’t big enough to enforce, or old enough to deal or manage. So that left him just this route, being the one to know the bikes inside and out, and he already knew that he was. Now he just had to prove it to the council.

He stepped back and dusted his jeans off. A dull gleam came off the motor on its stand, and he looked down with pride. He had spent dozens of hours after school working on this Harley Evolution he had found in the shop. Initially he had been resistant to working on engines, thinking that those jobs fell to the hired hands. He thought that until his father pulled him into the shop one day after hearing him say similar things to his friends after school. His dad, though stern, rationally laid out why bikers needed to be expert mechanics, the main reason being that a biker’s motorcycle is an extension of himself, and he needs to know it inside and out.

“I should show dad – he’ll be happy with how far I’ve come,” DJ thought as he headed for the house. “He would want to see it once more before I present tomorrow.”

Scurrying off to the main house, he rushed in the door and bound up the stairs. But something was different, and he stopped in his tracks. Soft moans came from his parent’s bedroom, and rhythmic sounds kept a steady beat as he crept to the door. It was a Tuesday, and he hadn’t seen his mom’s car in the drive, so he curiously cracked the door to see.

On the bed, facing the door, was Tiffany, a 20-something brunette that DJ had seen hanging around the clubhouse and the shop. She was one of seven or so girls from town that hung around, and DJ never knew why they were allowed to when he was younger. But as he got older, he figured out the real reason.

Hiding in the shadows of the door, he watched as Tiffany got pounded from behind, her platinum blonde hair hanging limply over her face as she took his dad’s dick from behind. DJ had imagined Tiffany in that same position, but his dick was the one fucking her pussy from behind. But he had imagined all the hard bodies doing dirty things with him, ever since he realized that they were there for the club for that exact purpose.