FUCK THE COMPETITION

[leatherdude97]

FUCK THE COMPETITION

(Deadicated to a friend)


Timmy 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 Timmy’s subs came to his place to warn him about this dude, although the sub knew that nobody could ever beat his top. Timmy took the news with a smile. He always smiled when he knew he would have some fun with his guns.
Timmy 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.
Timmy 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. Timmy 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 them. The challenger stood in a shooter’s stance and said, “You must be the top gun around here. My name’s Shane and your fuckin’ time is up.” He spit at Timmy and said, “Why don’t you say something?” Timmy smiled again and said slowly, “I was just thinking. Your cock is sticking up inside your jacket so if I shot you right between your fuckin’ eyes, you’re gonna come all over that expensive shirt you’re wearing.”
Shane got all pissed off and spit at him again several times. Shane told Timmy to go for it if he was man enough. When Timmy patiently waited, not moving, Shane became impatient and went for his gun. Before the bitch even cleared leather, Timmy shot him twice, once with each gun. One hit him in the center of his jacket and one got him in the gut. Timmy put his guns away and pulled out his hard cock. He watched the gunfighter put his gloved hand over the hole in his gut and show his white teeth in a grimace of pain and erotic excitement. He spit down the front of his leather while looking at Timmy’s bullet holes in the leather. Shane’s body began to drop to his knees. Timmy pulled him back up by his leather and started to swap spit with him, holding his sagging body up. Timmy kissed him deeply, probing Shane’s mouth with his tongue. Timmy began letting Shane’s body feel the effect of gravity by slowly letting him slide down to his knees. Shane stared into Timmy’s eyes and said “I guess I wasn’t good enough” Timmy smiled and continued swapping spit and sliding his hard cock against Shane’s leathers. Shane knew he was good and fucked.
Timmy let Shane’s body fall back, landing with his knees up. Timmy leaned over to him and pulled a knife. Timmy looked him in the eyes as he repeatedly shove the knife into Shane’s chest, each time letting him look his killer directly in the eye. Shane groaned with each strike, but maintained a large erection. Timmy 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 into the fucked bitch’s ass. Timmy fucked his conquest for a good long time, finally shuddering as gobs of his silver juice shot into the Shane’s ass. Shane started moving his hips, pumping his final load inside his leathers, all over his fancy shirt. Timmy said, “Who’s the top gun now, bitch?” while looking him in the eye. Timmy’s face faded from view. Shane’s now sightless eyes stared into nothing.
Timmy plunged his knife into Shane’s chest and pulled down, slicing a large gash across the dead dude’s body. Shane’s body twitched and jumped at this new punishment.

Timmy stood 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, Timmy walked back to his place. He walked tall, like a man who had just taken care of business.