leatherdude97
Deviant Killer
- Joined
- Nov 19, 2011
- Messages
- 109
- Location
- Florida
Deadleather was trying to infiltrate a group of sadistic leathermen in order to take it over and become their leader. He wore a perfect red and black set of Dainese racing leathers and a pair of tall black cowboy boots. The Dainese leathers had been meticulously cleaned and polished to a high gloss, as were his extremely erotic quarter length boots. He looked and smelled very desirable in his leathers, wearing a black bandanna tied biker-style around his head.
His bike, a red Honda CBR600 matched the red of his leathers. He made a strong impression on everyone who saw him on his bike.
His choice of hardware was a Colt 40 caliber in a black leather gunfighter’s rig, with his holster strapped to his leg with a black strap.
By his continued impressive presence, he made some connections in the leather community and did whatever he could to get noticed by the group’s leader. Deadleather’s continued efforts were rewarded when he was ultimately initiated into the exclusive club.
The group had evolved into a violent sexual sadist society, with Leatherdude as the pro ‘se leader. He was older than the others, who ranged in age from 19 to 46. They all had fetishes for the same ritual of S&M, having been directed by their leader. Their fetishes had merged into one of leather, snuff play, gunplay, and other darker levels. The members were not above doing anything to preserve their secret society of extreme S&M sex.
Some were straight dudes, into the sado-masochistic leather side, and others were gay, looking for man to man sex, no fems allowed. Deadleather considered himself fortunate to have found acceptance with them. However, his intentions were greater than just joining the group. He had planned out his entire strategy for gaining control of, or destroying the society.
After the first few days of living with them, Deadleather could remember the members and their individual roles in the twisted group. There was Leatherdude, who was the leader, gay and older, maybe in his fifties. Leatherdude had one special kid, named Cody who was completely and totally under his control. Cody was a boyish twenty-one, and into exactly the same scenes as his mentor. Mike and Chad were straight brothers, but into the whole scene with the exception of gay sex. They masturbated in the natural arousals of leather, bandanna masks, guns, shootouts and taking and giving kill shots. They played their roles well and enjoyed the final ejaculation together. Chase was thirty-two, just a couple of years older than the brothers. He was gay and played sexual roles with the others. Justin was forty, an experienced leatherman, who had taken up with Chase, as his fantasy play was closest to Chase’s, which involved multiple bullet holes in their leathers. The brothers were headshot fetishists, as were Leatherdude and Cody. Deadleather decided that, since he was gay, he would play toward replacing one of the gay boyfriends by eliminating him in a planned sexually-oriented gunfight. Just fantasy play, except Deadleather’s bullets would be real.
He had decided that since the guns they used were real, and just loaded with blanks with light loads, he would substitute real 38 caliber bullets with light loads for the blanks. That way it wouldn’t be noticed that anything was amiss, just in case anyone was within hearing distance of their gunfight. In this way, he hoped to remove one of the boyfriends in the group at a time, convincing everyone that the dude had simply abandoned them. He could then step up to the plate and rise in the society. His first choice was Chase. He was young and good-looking enough to replace Chase, and could easily mimic Chase’s fetishes for Justin’s enjoyment. Deadleather decided to implement his plan on the fourth day of his becoming a member of the gang.
Late in the fourth day, when everyone except Chase was in the entertainment room, he challenged Chase to a duel in the woods. Chase was tired from a full day of S&M play, but was still interested in making it with Deadleather, so he was inclined to nod his head when it was suggested that they try out a few shootouts and have some hot leather sex. Chase liked Deadleather, and sometimes imagined he was in a real relationship with him.
They went outside, into the woods behind the house, and when Deadleather felt they were far enough away, he stopped, turned around to face Chase, and said ”How about here, buddy?”.
Chase smiled back and pulled his gunfighter’s rig into place around his hips. The bottom of the holster was tied around his leather pants leg with a leather lace. Deadleather had a shoulder holster with a .38 Chief’s Special in it. He always drew and fired with his right hand and always from the hip. His draw was swift and accurate, from left holster to right hip and fire. Chase always brought his piece up to fire which gave Deadleather time to fire first. Deadleather’s .38 caliber bullet hit Chase exactly between his eyes.
He looked very surprised at first, then began pumping his hips sexually as he ejaculated into his leather pants. Chase’s expression went completely blank, a death stare, as he dropped to his knees, finished cumming, and fell face first into the forest floor. Chase was dead in his tracks, Deadleather thought. He rolled the dead body over and put three more bullet holes into his gut, through his leather jacket. Deadleather pulled his cock out of his leathers and plunged it into Chase’s leather jacket through the bullet holes and started to fuck him in his guts. He pulled his body up onto his hard cock and suddenly realized that his cock was coming out through the back of Chase’s leather jacket. He became very aroused that Chase’s leathered body was completely penetrated and impaled on his cock and shot his load almost immediately. This somewhat diminished the effect he had expected, which was to be a long slow fuck of Chase’s conquered body. Oh well, he thought, next time for sure.
Deadleather cleaned up the scene, and buried Chase’s body several hundred yards away. He cleaned his leathers and removed the remaining live ammo from his piece. Then he had a smoke, relaxed and joined the others in the entertainment room. No one seemed to notice that he had not been there all along.
Later that evening, when they were heading to bed, Justin couldn’t find his bedmate. He eventually decided that Chase had passed out somewhere around the house and figured that he would find him in the morning.
When Chase did not appear the next morning, they were all concerned at his absence. It was not out of the ordinary for him to disappear for a day or two, but as the days passed, Deadleather managed to pull off the next step in his scheme. He completely convinced everyone that Chase had merely left the group to re-enter the outside world. He had already slept with Justin, and had no problem replacing the missing member.
Over the next two weeks, Deadleather enjoyed the sex as a real integral part of the group, actively helping to plan and act out their various fantasy plays.
Deadleather next decided to take out Cody. This would be considerably more difficult, as Cody and Leatherdude were extremely tight. They allowed no one to involve themselves in their fantasies. They were always separate and unique from the rest. They were very into using spit as a part of their ritual gunfights. The smell, along with leather, was their biggest turn-on. They were also best friends. Selling Cody’s disappearance from the group would be difficult, especially for his partner. Deadleather figured to get Leatherdude into making it with him when Cody wasn’t around, to sort of get him distracted from his usual routine. Then, he figured, it would be easier to get next to Leatherdude, take him out and end up being the leader. If it failed, he could always go to the police and accuse Leatherdude of Chase’s and Cody’s killings.
The next day when Leatherdude was in town for supplies, Deadleather sat down next to Cody. He began by chatting up, convincing him that their mutual interests, sexually, were virtually identical, that spit had always been one his biggest turn-ons. He and Cody started swapping spit, then spitting on each other’s leathers, and finally ended with Deadleather fucking Cody. As they lay in each other’s arms, Deadleather was caught by Cody’s innocence and boyish charm, and almost started to fall for him. He caught himself and regained focus on his ultimate target, Leatherdude. And control.
Deadleather casually asked Cody if he would like to do a few gunfights and then fuck again. Cody grinned, in all of his innocence and agreed. He would really enjoy some gunplay and sex with him. Cody completely trusted Deadleather that it would be safe and they would have a great time together. Once Deadleather got Cody to the spot that he wanted, he turned to him and said “Sorry kid, but I gotta do this.” Deadleather drew without giving Cody a chance to make his move and shot him in the middle of his forehead. Cody looked like Chase had, first surprised, and after he finished ejaculating into his leathers, he looked blank, staring with dead eyes as he fell forward. This time Deadleather got rid of the body immediately and returned to the house.
When Leatherdude returned from town, the first thing he did was to look for his boyfriend. Cody always greeted him when he returned. However, this time, he did not. Leatherdude immediately began looking for him, and was quickly suspicious of their situation. Had an outsider been around? Had Cody simply left? Had something else happened?
Deadleather was first to begin crowing about how you couldn’t trust young guys, that they inevitably would leave due to boredom or some other desire, that you couldn’t hold on to a kid. Kids were, well, kids. Unfortunately for Deadleather, Leatherdude wasn’t buying any of his theories. For one thing, Leatherdude recognized real love in his relationship with Cody, and real love meant that Cody would never leave of his own volition. And Chase had disappeared about the same time that Deadleather had joined the group. This brought suspicion on Deadleather. They all looked at him, eyeing him in a new role, that of a scumbag, lowlife traitor. Deadleather returned their stares with the realization that he had played his cards and lost the hand. They were going to kill him. He got very hard. His cock rose straight up, under his gunbelt buckle and extended up inside his leathers, creating a definite bulge in the leather, revealing it’s position. The head of Deadleather’s cock was sticking up against his chest.
Leatherdude fired first, a small caliber to the center of Deadleather’s red and black Dainese leathers. A small drizzle of blood oozed out of the small bullet hole in the red part of his brightly colored leather suit. He looked down at the hole with his hand still on his piece in it’s holster. When he looked back up, all of the gang had pulled out their knives and began advancing toward him. Deadleather was transfixed, first by the bullet hole, and second, by the enormity of the danger to his life. His hand stayed on the gun until Justin took his gloved hand and removed it from the holster. Deadleather offered no resistance to being disarmed, thereby giving up his last chance to shoot his way out.
The blood was darker than the red color on his leathers and provided an interesting contrast in hues of red; one was the erotic smooth leather and one was life, slowly leaving his body.
Leatherdude pushed him against the wall. “You’ve got maybe a half hour before you bleed out, so I have a little game for you to play. Turn around and kneel down.” Deadleather complied as ordered, dimly hoping he could win whatever game was in store for him. Leatherdude turned his knife around and pushed Deadleather’s body toward it until it was propped between his leathered chest and the floor. Leatherdude said “Somebody give me a knife” and Mike tossed his. He used the knife to cut the rear of the condemned dude’s leathers. He pulled his cock and balls out of his back leather pants, spit thickly on it and plunged in into Deadleather’s ass. With each thrust, he increased the intensity so as to force his traitor prey on to the sharp blade. Deadleather was using all of his strength to resist the thrusts, but the bullet hole in his leather was relieving of his life fore. He was becoming weaker. Leatherdude finally convulsed in an ejaculation, causing the very tip of the knife to penetrate the leathered chest of the traitorous Deadleather.
Leatherdude pulled out and looked at Mike, strong and virile.
Mike smiled at being chosen next, for he knew this would be the kill, and it would make him very proud to be the avenger of the two fallen leathermen. Mike got his knife and shoved it brutally in the dude’s ass. Deadleather screamed in agony. Mike pulled it out, but held onto the knife and shoved his cock into the already enlarged opening. Mike, younger and much stronger, slammed his leathers into the sweet hole. Lubricated with blood and semen, he found a most receptive subject. With powerful, unrelenting thrusts, he gradually forced Deadleather’s body to slide down onto the knife, which stopped only when it had reached to hilt.
Deadleather screamed again, in mortal fear and pain, and sorrow that his plan had failed.
That he had lost I was foremost in his mind. Mike began stabbing him repeatedly and Leatherdude and Chad let loose five and six shots respectively, their bullets punching holes in Deadleather’s expensive racing suit, his pride and joy. Blood began to cover the beautiful racing leathers. But by then, he was long past caring.
Next, Leatherdude ordered that Deadleather’s body be placed on a wheel. When the body was chained in place, the remaining members fucked Deadleather’s boy in every hole. They too their knives and sliced his leathered body in an X across his chest and his blood poured out across the floor and into the drain.
After the killing was complete, they removed the body and placed it in an incinerator. Deadleather had failed, miserably, to accomplish his mission of betrayal and lust for power.
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New members would have to be recruited to replace the fallen comrades in leather, but Deadleather’s punishment would serve as a warning to future possible attempts of treachery. The group would be made whole once more.
