leatherdude97
Deviant Killer
- Joined
- Nov 19, 2011
- Messages
- 109
- Location
- Florida
FUCK THE COMPETITION
(Deadicated to a friend)
Kody was the top gun in the small western town where he lived. He had two submissive guys who took care of all of his needs; taking care of his place, keeping his bike clean, and acting out his sexual fantasies whenever he wanted. They both knew that he was an unbeatable fast draw, the quickest they had ever seen, and would never be taken. They did whatever he wanted.
There was word around of another leather gunfighter who had just gotten into town and was looking to test his skills against the top dude. He was bragging that he was the quickest draw, and that no punk could ever beat him. One of Kody’s subs came to his place to warn him about this dude, although the sub knew that nobody could ever beat his top. Kody took the news with a smile. He always smiled when he knew he would have some fun with his guns.
Kody dressed for action. He selected a pair of tight black leather pants and a black leather racer’s jacket with a snap collar. His boots were black leather biker boots, worn with the pants inside. He strapped on his gunfighter’s rig, a wide black leather gun belt with his prized matching 40 caliber Colts in the holsters. The inside of the holsters were kept slick with mink oil to make his draw lightning-fast. He pulled a wool cap over his head and over his ears. Bad dude gangsta look.
Kody left his place and walked out into the street. He saw his other sub walking toward him with a tall black leathered dude wearing a single gun quick draw rig. The dude was bragging about how the sub would belong to him after he shot down his master. He was thin, with blond hair, and acted like a bitch. He was telling the sub about how expensive his leathers were, and that even his shirt was some custom design made just for him. Kody smiled.
When they got about ten feet away, they stopped. The sub started backing away because he knew bullets would soon be flying. Then he thought, probably just two bullets, and he knew who would be firing it. The challenger stood in a shooter’s stance and said, “You must be the top gun around here. Well, your time is up.” He spit at Kody and said, “Why don’t you say something?” Kody smiled again and said, “I was just thinking. Your cock is sticking up inside your jacket so when I put one between your eyes, you’re gonna come all over that expensive shirt you’re wearing.”
The dude got all pissed off and told Kody to make his move. When Kody patiently waited, the dude went for his gun. Before the bitch even cleared leather, Kody shot him twice, once with each gun. One hit him in the center of his jacket and one got him right between his eyes. Kody put his guns away and pulled out his hard cock. He watched the gunfighter start moving his hips, pumping his final load inside his leathers, all over his fancy shirt. The dude fell back, landing with his knees up. Kody went over to him and pulled a knife. He knelt down between the dude’s legs and hiked them over his shoulders. He cut the crotch of the dude’s fancy leathers, pulled out his cock, spit on it and shoved it in the bitch’s ass. Kody fucked his prey for a good long time, finally shuddering as gobs of his come shot into the dude’s ass. He said, “Who’s the top gun now, bitch?”
He got up and told his two subs to get the piece of shit out of the street and bury him.
Then, knowing how much fun he was going to have with his two boyz when they got back, Kody walked back to his place. He walked tall, like a man who had just taken care of business.
(Deadicated to a friend)
Kody was the top gun in the small western town where he lived. He had two submissive guys who took care of all of his needs; taking care of his place, keeping his bike clean, and acting out his sexual fantasies whenever he wanted. They both knew that he was an unbeatable fast draw, the quickest they had ever seen, and would never be taken. They did whatever he wanted.
There was word around of another leather gunfighter who had just gotten into town and was looking to test his skills against the top dude. He was bragging that he was the quickest draw, and that no punk could ever beat him. One of Kody’s subs came to his place to warn him about this dude, although the sub knew that nobody could ever beat his top. Kody took the news with a smile. He always smiled when he knew he would have some fun with his guns.
Kody dressed for action. He selected a pair of tight black leather pants and a black leather racer’s jacket with a snap collar. His boots were black leather biker boots, worn with the pants inside. He strapped on his gunfighter’s rig, a wide black leather gun belt with his prized matching 40 caliber Colts in the holsters. The inside of the holsters were kept slick with mink oil to make his draw lightning-fast. He pulled a wool cap over his head and over his ears. Bad dude gangsta look.
Kody left his place and walked out into the street. He saw his other sub walking toward him with a tall black leathered dude wearing a single gun quick draw rig. The dude was bragging about how the sub would belong to him after he shot down his master. He was thin, with blond hair, and acted like a bitch. He was telling the sub about how expensive his leathers were, and that even his shirt was some custom design made just for him. Kody smiled.
When they got about ten feet away, they stopped. The sub started backing away because he knew bullets would soon be flying. Then he thought, probably just two bullets, and he knew who would be firing it. The challenger stood in a shooter’s stance and said, “You must be the top gun around here. Well, your time is up.” He spit at Kody and said, “Why don’t you say something?” Kody smiled again and said, “I was just thinking. Your cock is sticking up inside your jacket so when I put one between your eyes, you’re gonna come all over that expensive shirt you’re wearing.”
The dude got all pissed off and told Kody to make his move. When Kody patiently waited, the dude went for his gun. Before the bitch even cleared leather, Kody shot him twice, once with each gun. One hit him in the center of his jacket and one got him right between his eyes. Kody put his guns away and pulled out his hard cock. He watched the gunfighter start moving his hips, pumping his final load inside his leathers, all over his fancy shirt. The dude fell back, landing with his knees up. Kody went over to him and pulled a knife. He knelt down between the dude’s legs and hiked them over his shoulders. He cut the crotch of the dude’s fancy leathers, pulled out his cock, spit on it and shoved it in the bitch’s ass. Kody fucked his prey for a good long time, finally shuddering as gobs of his come shot into the dude’s ass. He said, “Who’s the top gun now, bitch?”
He got up and told his two subs to get the piece of shit out of the street and bury him.
Then, knowing how much fun he was going to have with his two boyz when they got back, Kody walked back to his place. He walked tall, like a man who had just taken care of business.
