leatherdude97
Deviant Killer
It is late afternoon when Chad returned to the large house he was renting in an upscale neighborhood. Timmy heard the sound of the crotch rocket pulling into the driveway, the sound of the garage door opener, and the bike entering the garage. Chad came in from the garage in his full leathers, biker jacket, leather pants and boots, a black trainmen’s bandanna tied around his head. He transferred the 357 magnum in his jacket to his waist, shoving the four inch muzzle down the front of his leather pants at the buckle. He had to raise the belt buckle on his jacket to accomplish this. The muzzle was almost touching his cock, which felt the presence of the muzzle and it reacted with slight stiffening. He was wearing a pair of wraparound Ray-Bans.
Timmy was sitting on the arm of one of the leather couches in the large living room. He watched Chad carefully as he walked in. He knew he would be telling him something that will cause a big problem, but for now, he had elected to keep his mouth shut. Timmy was also wearing full black leathers and motorcycle boots. He had a traditional gunfighter’s holster and belt strapped on, slung low around his hips. The holster contained his beloved .40 caliber Colt , which was sitting low on his right leg.
They were professional killers, hitmen, who were very good at what they do. They were both gay. In order for the relationship to work, Timmy was an alpha-submissive. Chad was the only person he would submit to, he belonged to Chad. They are both into dominance, leather, and the intangible sado-masochistic sexual thrill of their work.
This house is one of several they have rented around the country. These are safe houses, rented under phony corporation names, supposedly for visiting executives. However, in their case, the executives are executioners. Their employers utilize them both as a team and separately, as the job requires. Chad was returning from a quick kill in the northeast, his flight having just arrived less than an hour ago.
Chad walked to the kitchen and grabbed a beer from the refrigerator, twisted it open and poured it down, downing the entire contents in one long drink. The bottle hit the trash can as he retrieved another one, opened it and began drinking it more slowly. He took out a cigarette and lit up, knowing how much this pissed Timmy off. They had argued in the past about it, but since Timmy smoked pot, they had both reached a strained agreement regarding use of tobacco in the house.
Chad sat down in a leather desk chair, and placed the bottle on a table. He eyed Timmy carefully, and realized from his demeanor that something serious was up. He took another drag on the cigarette and laid it down in the ashtray. Turning to face him, Chad inquired about his mood.
In answer, Timmy looked him in the eye and told him that one of his hookups with a local punk had resulted in the guy finding out about their work. Instead of Timmy taking him out immediately to protect their operation, he allowed him to leave with his promise not to reveal anything about what he had discovered. Chad stared at him in disbelief that he would risk everything for some stupid punk piece of ass.
Chad jumped to his feet, right hand on the magnum in his belt, and asked him in a derisive tone: ”Are you fuckin’ stupid or something? Don’t you realize that this fuckin’ kid will give us up in a second? This is too perfect an operation to be trusted to some street punk.”
Timmy stood with his hand placed instinctively on his Colt in its holster. Chad said “ It’s time to end this fuckin’ relationship”.
They both pulled their guns and got off one shot apiece. The shots were close, with both of them being experienced in tight shootout situations. They both turned their bodies to the side to make smaller targets and manage to avoid being hit. Timmy immediately dropped back and to the left and around a corner, out of sight. Chad stood his ground with his gun hand extended, waiting for Timmy to look back around the edge of the wall. When he did not reappear, he shouted, “You’re one dead motherfucker! And after I kill you, I WILL fuck you, just for trying to fucking kill me.” When he said this, his state of sexual arousal increased, and his cock became more fully erect. Chad’s cock was rising vertically, so that the head was now just above his jacket belt buckle and now was inside his shirt. Timmy also got an erection, although his was advancing to the left.
They both know at this point in time, if Timmy does not kill him, Chad will see him dead, and will carry out hi promise of fucking his corpse. This is totally not acceptable to Timmy, and he knows that he must use every trick he has to outsmart and outthink Chad in order to beat him.
On the other hand, Chad knew that he must kill Timmy, because he betrayed him. And that if he doesn’t, Timmy will definitely take him out.
Timmy dropped back further, slipping around a corner and began moving toward the rear of the house. As he did, he was holding his piece straight up, ready. The closeness of his position to the wall, the hiding, and the tenseness and danger of the situation made him even more sexually stimulated. The danger of being killed, the power of the piece in his hand, the smell of the leather, the feel of his ultimate fetish outfit all culminated in extremely heightened sexual arousal.
The same thing was happening to Chad, down the hall. The smell of his leathers, his breath, the gun in his hand, the righteous anger of the betrayal, and of course, the ultimate risk of death have conspired in his mind to cause his erection to increase in hardness and size. Neither of them could tolerate the arousal any longer, and they both unzipped their leather pants and pulled out their hard cocks so that that they could further stimulate themselves during this shootout. Chad spit thickly on his cock to lube it while he stroked it.
Chad caught sight of Timmy when he quickly moved down the hall and as he ducked around a corner, he got off a shot at him and missed again, although his bullet zipped by just an inch from Timmy’s right shoulder. Timmy fired back twice and Chad jumped back to a position of safety. They both stroked their cocks at this sudden dangerous encounter, heightening their mutual excitement at this deadly game. The more dangerous it became, the closer the shots, mades it all the more exciting and stimulating. It was also beginning to boost their individual courage and made them take chances that their experience had taught them to avoid. Their sexually driven frenzy to kill each other had completely taken over and they now each had a single-minded purpose: kill their opponent. Now, they started taking chances.
They both knew that a headshot in the region between the eyes will cause ejaculation just before death, and it is this particular thought that was foremost in their minds. Thoughts of this were causing the beginnings of a climax in both of them, and that made them both feel invincible, bulletproof in their leather.
Finally, both ready to come, Chad and Timmy both stepped out and fired their guns at exactly the same time. Their bullets hit each other exactly between the eyes. They both reacted to the bullets. Timmy stiffened his body to full height, and stood still for a moment. Chad looked at Timmy with his bullet hole between his eyes, started coming with the help of my left hand and dropped the gun from his right hand. Chad spit very thickly and dropped to his knees, groaned and fell forward.
Timmy watched him and smiled, walked stiff-legged over to the body, and shot gobs of come on Chad’s leathers. Timmy spit on Chad’s leathers, dropped to his knees while still coming and spitting, and then fell forward, his dead body landing on top of his partner’s corpse.
The partnership is considered to have been dissolved.
rev9
Timmy was sitting on the arm of one of the leather couches in the large living room. He watched Chad carefully as he walked in. He knew he would be telling him something that will cause a big problem, but for now, he had elected to keep his mouth shut. Timmy was also wearing full black leathers and motorcycle boots. He had a traditional gunfighter’s holster and belt strapped on, slung low around his hips. The holster contained his beloved .40 caliber Colt , which was sitting low on his right leg.
They were professional killers, hitmen, who were very good at what they do. They were both gay. In order for the relationship to work, Timmy was an alpha-submissive. Chad was the only person he would submit to, he belonged to Chad. They are both into dominance, leather, and the intangible sado-masochistic sexual thrill of their work.
This house is one of several they have rented around the country. These are safe houses, rented under phony corporation names, supposedly for visiting executives. However, in their case, the executives are executioners. Their employers utilize them both as a team and separately, as the job requires. Chad was returning from a quick kill in the northeast, his flight having just arrived less than an hour ago.
Chad walked to the kitchen and grabbed a beer from the refrigerator, twisted it open and poured it down, downing the entire contents in one long drink. The bottle hit the trash can as he retrieved another one, opened it and began drinking it more slowly. He took out a cigarette and lit up, knowing how much this pissed Timmy off. They had argued in the past about it, but since Timmy smoked pot, they had both reached a strained agreement regarding use of tobacco in the house.
Chad sat down in a leather desk chair, and placed the bottle on a table. He eyed Timmy carefully, and realized from his demeanor that something serious was up. He took another drag on the cigarette and laid it down in the ashtray. Turning to face him, Chad inquired about his mood.
In answer, Timmy looked him in the eye and told him that one of his hookups with a local punk had resulted in the guy finding out about their work. Instead of Timmy taking him out immediately to protect their operation, he allowed him to leave with his promise not to reveal anything about what he had discovered. Chad stared at him in disbelief that he would risk everything for some stupid punk piece of ass.
Chad jumped to his feet, right hand on the magnum in his belt, and asked him in a derisive tone: ”Are you fuckin’ stupid or something? Don’t you realize that this fuckin’ kid will give us up in a second? This is too perfect an operation to be trusted to some street punk.”
Timmy stood with his hand placed instinctively on his Colt in its holster. Chad said “ It’s time to end this fuckin’ relationship”.
They both pulled their guns and got off one shot apiece. The shots were close, with both of them being experienced in tight shootout situations. They both turned their bodies to the side to make smaller targets and manage to avoid being hit. Timmy immediately dropped back and to the left and around a corner, out of sight. Chad stood his ground with his gun hand extended, waiting for Timmy to look back around the edge of the wall. When he did not reappear, he shouted, “You’re one dead motherfucker! And after I kill you, I WILL fuck you, just for trying to fucking kill me.” When he said this, his state of sexual arousal increased, and his cock became more fully erect. Chad’s cock was rising vertically, so that the head was now just above his jacket belt buckle and now was inside his shirt. Timmy also got an erection, although his was advancing to the left.
They both know at this point in time, if Timmy does not kill him, Chad will see him dead, and will carry out hi promise of fucking his corpse. This is totally not acceptable to Timmy, and he knows that he must use every trick he has to outsmart and outthink Chad in order to beat him.
On the other hand, Chad knew that he must kill Timmy, because he betrayed him. And that if he doesn’t, Timmy will definitely take him out.
Timmy dropped back further, slipping around a corner and began moving toward the rear of the house. As he did, he was holding his piece straight up, ready. The closeness of his position to the wall, the hiding, and the tenseness and danger of the situation made him even more sexually stimulated. The danger of being killed, the power of the piece in his hand, the smell of the leather, the feel of his ultimate fetish outfit all culminated in extremely heightened sexual arousal.
The same thing was happening to Chad, down the hall. The smell of his leathers, his breath, the gun in his hand, the righteous anger of the betrayal, and of course, the ultimate risk of death have conspired in his mind to cause his erection to increase in hardness and size. Neither of them could tolerate the arousal any longer, and they both unzipped their leather pants and pulled out their hard cocks so that that they could further stimulate themselves during this shootout. Chad spit thickly on his cock to lube it while he stroked it.
Chad caught sight of Timmy when he quickly moved down the hall and as he ducked around a corner, he got off a shot at him and missed again, although his bullet zipped by just an inch from Timmy’s right shoulder. Timmy fired back twice and Chad jumped back to a position of safety. They both stroked their cocks at this sudden dangerous encounter, heightening their mutual excitement at this deadly game. The more dangerous it became, the closer the shots, mades it all the more exciting and stimulating. It was also beginning to boost their individual courage and made them take chances that their experience had taught them to avoid. Their sexually driven frenzy to kill each other had completely taken over and they now each had a single-minded purpose: kill their opponent. Now, they started taking chances.
They both knew that a headshot in the region between the eyes will cause ejaculation just before death, and it is this particular thought that was foremost in their minds. Thoughts of this were causing the beginnings of a climax in both of them, and that made them both feel invincible, bulletproof in their leather.
Finally, both ready to come, Chad and Timmy both stepped out and fired their guns at exactly the same time. Their bullets hit each other exactly between the eyes. They both reacted to the bullets. Timmy stiffened his body to full height, and stood still for a moment. Chad looked at Timmy with his bullet hole between his eyes, started coming with the help of my left hand and dropped the gun from his right hand. Chad spit very thickly and dropped to his knees, groaned and fell forward.
Timmy watched him and smiled, walked stiff-legged over to the body, and shot gobs of come on Chad’s leathers. Timmy spit on Chad’s leathers, dropped to his knees while still coming and spitting, and then fell forward, his dead body landing on top of his partner’s corpse.
The partnership is considered to have been dissolved.
rev9
