leatherdude97
Deviant Killer
- Joined
- Nov 19, 2011
- Messages
- 109
- Location
- Florida
HITMAN ENCOUNTER
Chad and Timmy are riding their bikes at a moderate pace down a less than often traveled road. For the most part, this trip has been uneventful. They have taken out the guy that their employer wanted silenced. They are only about halfway through the circuitous route that they had agreed upon. This particular route would break the last possible connection between them and their target.
They are both wearing similar leathers; biker style jackets, black full-face mirrored visor helmets, thick leather pants, and short motorcycle boots. Their gloves are tight fitting black leather, as are their clothes. Chad has a broader chest and slimmer waist than Timmy, and the tight leathers show off his v-shaped body quite well. Not bad for a seasoned killer entering his fifties. Timmy has a somewhat flat body, with broad shoulders and wide hips. Chad finds Timmy’s body very desirable and the two are very tight. No one could or would ever break the bond between them. Such a foolish person would certainly die trying.
They continue for several hours, with a pit stop at some small wide place in the road.
About an hour after the stop, they round a curve on a dusty side road at a slow pace and, just beyond the curve, the hitmen both spot a couple of guys in their late teens or early twenties walking on the side of the road. One of them, the slightly taller of the two, is wearing a biker-style leather jacket. The shorter one also is wearing a leather jacket, but his more traditional with a snap collar, and one front pocket. They are both about the same height and weight. Both are wearing leather pants and boots.
Timmy anticipates Chad’s next move. Chad brakes hard and pulls in just in front of the two. Timmy follows suit and pulls up right behind them.
This part of the road is very isolated and covered with trees and high grass. The sudden arrival startles both of them. While still wearing his full-face mirrored helmet, Chad tells them not to move. To reinforce his command he produces a 380 semi auto and points it in their general vicinity. They both instinctively raise their hands.
“No, Stupid” Chad says roughly, and waves the gun at them and says “Pay attention to what the fuck I tell you to do. Put down your fuckin’ hands” They both immediately drop their arms and stand back from the side of the road. Timmy pulls out his 380, another throw-away gun to be disposed of after they return. With both them armed, they force the captives deeper into the forest. They stop when it appears that they have sufficiently cleared the shoulder and are not visible from the road. Timmy keeps his 380 on them as Chad goes through their pockets. Between the two of them, he finds two 9mm Rugers, the hit man’s choice, as well as some papers. One of the two says “Let us go, we’re just college students. We got lost.”
Chad looks at him very closely. “Why aren’t you nervous? Anyone else in your position would be scared shitless, but you’re calm enough. You’re not afraid?” he quizzed. The guy looked puzzled and said yeah, that he was scared. Chad said “Watch ’em real closely while I see what’s in this stuff here.”
Chad goes over to his bike and sits down, starting to read through the papers from the one guy’s backpack. After a while he looks up and sighs deeply. “You know what we’ve got here? Our fuckin’ killers. The boss sent these two fucking idiots to get us on the way back. I guess their car broke down and they had to walk. What a fuckin’ shame.” Chad and Timmy both grin inside their helmets, in anticipation of the fun that is about to start. Timmy orders the both of them to lie face down and drop their pants. Both responded with a ”No fuckin’ way dude. We’re straight.” To which Chad replies, “I know.” They both require a bit more intimidation with the side arms to fully comply with their commands, but eventually; they do as they are told. Timmy goes go to his bike and retrieve some large plastic ty-wraps to handcuff the fucking punks. He handcuffs them with their hands behind their backs. Both of them are enraged at the prospect of being fucked by two older professional hit men, even with the danger of death present. Their anger is self-righteous and strong, because they feel violated, and in the worst way possible. Chad and Timmy approach the dudes and slip their cocks out of their leathers and spit thickly on their steel shafts. Chad and Timmy kneel and plunge their rock hard tools into the punk’s asses at the same time. Chad’s conquest screams, cursing through growing tears. Timmy’s bitch seems more resigned to his fate although he still whimpers at first, and then begins making sounds of anger, frustration at being helpless and sometimes in pain/pleasure during the little love-making session.
The guy Chad is fucking is getting more aroused by the second. Chad knows he is getting a full erection. In the middle of his pleasurable fuck, the fuckin’ punk ejaculates. When he does this, he begins to cry because he’s straight, but finds being fucked so arousing that he can’t keep from coming. Chad and Timmy glance at each other a few times, as if seeing each other’s leathered figure in pleasure made them both more powerful and invincible. They both climax almost simultaneously and push up and off the two. The punks both turn their heads and show their reaction to this indignity, after all the embarrassment and shame at being made someone’s bitches. They start to get up, and Chad asks their names. The taller one says “You’re one dead motherfucker!” Chad asks him again and he snaps back “GO FUCK YOURSELF!.
The punk Timmy fucked didn’t come, but achieved a hard-on. He remained silent. The crying one, who Chad was trying to talk to, stopped sniveling and looked at him with a combination of white-hot anger, sorrow and embarrassment. After all, he had been violated, made to be some guy’s bitch against his will, which totally blew his mind. HE was the one who was supposed to kill his attacker, and his prey was the one who ended up not only outwitting him, but giving him some serious retribution for thinking he and his buddy could outthink and outsmart them. What a joke!
After a little while, Timmy suggests another round with them before they leave. Chad’s dark mood brightens considerably when the thought of humiliating the cocky young punk again comes to mind, so he agrees enthusiastically. This time they throw them over the seats of each other’s bikes and start fucking them again. This time the punk killer wannabes are a little more cooperative than the first time. The first fuck must have taken a little of the fight out of them, but they both meant to kill the hitmen if they ever get the chance. The hitmen fuck them again for a while, and, of course, the one Chad is boning starts crying again. He must be ready to ejaculate again, so Chad comes at the same time, just to give him a double thrill. He groans when Chad pulls out of him, and begins to push himself off the bike. Timmy’s dude is starting to become cool with what is happening. He is resigned to it. They both come at the same time and Timmy spends a little time in him, enjoying the moment. Timmy pulls out of him and stands up. The punk also gets up off the bike seat. They are both standing silently and Chad asks Timmy if there’s anything else. Timmy says no, and they both step up to the punks and grab the backs of their heads. They pull their faces together and start to tongue spit swap with the punks. Chad and Timmy both shove their six inch steel bayonets into the dude’s chests while continuing to swap spit with them. They feel the kid’s bodies stiffen as the blade enters their chests. When the kiss is ended, Chad and Timmy back up to view the beautiful scene in front of them. Both punks have the knife handle protruding from their chests, with no blade visible whatsoever. The dudes look down at their leather jacketed chest with the knives in them and look back up at their killers. Both of them look remorseful. The one Timmy had been fucking lets spit start running out of his mouth. Their bodies jerk at their hips in a sexual way before they both fall forward. Chad and Timmy check their prey’s swollen cocks, and sure enough, both of them had ejaculated again. Just a little present from us, thought Chad.
As they do after all of their double kills, they embrace each other, passionately kissing and feeling and smelling each other’s leathers. Timmy drops his leather pants and Chad fucks him face down for a while. Then he changes positions and fucks him while he is lying on his back, Timmy’s leathered legs on Chad’s shoulders. He leans forward and kisses Timmy deeply, and they ejaculate together in a blazing rush of satisfaction and desire. They police the area to be sure to leave no trace of their presence.
* * *
There is a strong wind that blows incessantly across this place. The tall grass and trees will cover what will never be found. They know this, as they ride away on their bikes, leaving a large dust cloud. They are also making plans to take care of their “little problem” at the office that caused this incident. Within two days of their return, the office “problem” is eliminated.
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Rev11
Chad and Timmy are riding their bikes at a moderate pace down a less than often traveled road. For the most part, this trip has been uneventful. They have taken out the guy that their employer wanted silenced. They are only about halfway through the circuitous route that they had agreed upon. This particular route would break the last possible connection between them and their target.
They are both wearing similar leathers; biker style jackets, black full-face mirrored visor helmets, thick leather pants, and short motorcycle boots. Their gloves are tight fitting black leather, as are their clothes. Chad has a broader chest and slimmer waist than Timmy, and the tight leathers show off his v-shaped body quite well. Not bad for a seasoned killer entering his fifties. Timmy has a somewhat flat body, with broad shoulders and wide hips. Chad finds Timmy’s body very desirable and the two are very tight. No one could or would ever break the bond between them. Such a foolish person would certainly die trying.
They continue for several hours, with a pit stop at some small wide place in the road.
About an hour after the stop, they round a curve on a dusty side road at a slow pace and, just beyond the curve, the hitmen both spot a couple of guys in their late teens or early twenties walking on the side of the road. One of them, the slightly taller of the two, is wearing a biker-style leather jacket. The shorter one also is wearing a leather jacket, but his more traditional with a snap collar, and one front pocket. They are both about the same height and weight. Both are wearing leather pants and boots.
Timmy anticipates Chad’s next move. Chad brakes hard and pulls in just in front of the two. Timmy follows suit and pulls up right behind them.
This part of the road is very isolated and covered with trees and high grass. The sudden arrival startles both of them. While still wearing his full-face mirrored helmet, Chad tells them not to move. To reinforce his command he produces a 380 semi auto and points it in their general vicinity. They both instinctively raise their hands.
“No, Stupid” Chad says roughly, and waves the gun at them and says “Pay attention to what the fuck I tell you to do. Put down your fuckin’ hands” They both immediately drop their arms and stand back from the side of the road. Timmy pulls out his 380, another throw-away gun to be disposed of after they return. With both them armed, they force the captives deeper into the forest. They stop when it appears that they have sufficiently cleared the shoulder and are not visible from the road. Timmy keeps his 380 on them as Chad goes through their pockets. Between the two of them, he finds two 9mm Rugers, the hit man’s choice, as well as some papers. One of the two says “Let us go, we’re just college students. We got lost.”
Chad looks at him very closely. “Why aren’t you nervous? Anyone else in your position would be scared shitless, but you’re calm enough. You’re not afraid?” he quizzed. The guy looked puzzled and said yeah, that he was scared. Chad said “Watch ’em real closely while I see what’s in this stuff here.”
Chad goes over to his bike and sits down, starting to read through the papers from the one guy’s backpack. After a while he looks up and sighs deeply. “You know what we’ve got here? Our fuckin’ killers. The boss sent these two fucking idiots to get us on the way back. I guess their car broke down and they had to walk. What a fuckin’ shame.” Chad and Timmy both grin inside their helmets, in anticipation of the fun that is about to start. Timmy orders the both of them to lie face down and drop their pants. Both responded with a ”No fuckin’ way dude. We’re straight.” To which Chad replies, “I know.” They both require a bit more intimidation with the side arms to fully comply with their commands, but eventually; they do as they are told. Timmy goes go to his bike and retrieve some large plastic ty-wraps to handcuff the fucking punks. He handcuffs them with their hands behind their backs. Both of them are enraged at the prospect of being fucked by two older professional hit men, even with the danger of death present. Their anger is self-righteous and strong, because they feel violated, and in the worst way possible. Chad and Timmy approach the dudes and slip their cocks out of their leathers and spit thickly on their steel shafts. Chad and Timmy kneel and plunge their rock hard tools into the punk’s asses at the same time. Chad’s conquest screams, cursing through growing tears. Timmy’s bitch seems more resigned to his fate although he still whimpers at first, and then begins making sounds of anger, frustration at being helpless and sometimes in pain/pleasure during the little love-making session.
The guy Chad is fucking is getting more aroused by the second. Chad knows he is getting a full erection. In the middle of his pleasurable fuck, the fuckin’ punk ejaculates. When he does this, he begins to cry because he’s straight, but finds being fucked so arousing that he can’t keep from coming. Chad and Timmy glance at each other a few times, as if seeing each other’s leathered figure in pleasure made them both more powerful and invincible. They both climax almost simultaneously and push up and off the two. The punks both turn their heads and show their reaction to this indignity, after all the embarrassment and shame at being made someone’s bitches. They start to get up, and Chad asks their names. The taller one says “You’re one dead motherfucker!” Chad asks him again and he snaps back “GO FUCK YOURSELF!.
The punk Timmy fucked didn’t come, but achieved a hard-on. He remained silent. The crying one, who Chad was trying to talk to, stopped sniveling and looked at him with a combination of white-hot anger, sorrow and embarrassment. After all, he had been violated, made to be some guy’s bitch against his will, which totally blew his mind. HE was the one who was supposed to kill his attacker, and his prey was the one who ended up not only outwitting him, but giving him some serious retribution for thinking he and his buddy could outthink and outsmart them. What a joke!
After a little while, Timmy suggests another round with them before they leave. Chad’s dark mood brightens considerably when the thought of humiliating the cocky young punk again comes to mind, so he agrees enthusiastically. This time they throw them over the seats of each other’s bikes and start fucking them again. This time the punk killer wannabes are a little more cooperative than the first time. The first fuck must have taken a little of the fight out of them, but they both meant to kill the hitmen if they ever get the chance. The hitmen fuck them again for a while, and, of course, the one Chad is boning starts crying again. He must be ready to ejaculate again, so Chad comes at the same time, just to give him a double thrill. He groans when Chad pulls out of him, and begins to push himself off the bike. Timmy’s dude is starting to become cool with what is happening. He is resigned to it. They both come at the same time and Timmy spends a little time in him, enjoying the moment. Timmy pulls out of him and stands up. The punk also gets up off the bike seat. They are both standing silently and Chad asks Timmy if there’s anything else. Timmy says no, and they both step up to the punks and grab the backs of their heads. They pull their faces together and start to tongue spit swap with the punks. Chad and Timmy both shove their six inch steel bayonets into the dude’s chests while continuing to swap spit with them. They feel the kid’s bodies stiffen as the blade enters their chests. When the kiss is ended, Chad and Timmy back up to view the beautiful scene in front of them. Both punks have the knife handle protruding from their chests, with no blade visible whatsoever. The dudes look down at their leather jacketed chest with the knives in them and look back up at their killers. Both of them look remorseful. The one Timmy had been fucking lets spit start running out of his mouth. Their bodies jerk at their hips in a sexual way before they both fall forward. Chad and Timmy check their prey’s swollen cocks, and sure enough, both of them had ejaculated again. Just a little present from us, thought Chad.
As they do after all of their double kills, they embrace each other, passionately kissing and feeling and smelling each other’s leathers. Timmy drops his leather pants and Chad fucks him face down for a while. Then he changes positions and fucks him while he is lying on his back, Timmy’s leathered legs on Chad’s shoulders. He leans forward and kisses Timmy deeply, and they ejaculate together in a blazing rush of satisfaction and desire. They police the area to be sure to leave no trace of their presence.
* * *
There is a strong wind that blows incessantly across this place. The tall grass and trees will cover what will never be found. They know this, as they ride away on their bikes, leaving a large dust cloud. They are also making plans to take care of their “little problem” at the office that caused this incident. Within two days of their return, the office “problem” is eliminated.
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Rev11
