EXECUTION IN LEATHER
American Sector, City Urban Area 5, sometime in the near future:
It was during the regional finals of KickBlade, my team had just been knocked out,
our city only had one team left with a hope of going through to the Nationals. We stood on
the sidelines and threw our support behind them, “Come on Blues!” we yelled.
I was a keen suporter anyway, a good FuckBuddy of mine was their star striker.
They were up against a team we all hated, The Black & Reds from our neighbouring
city ( and greatest rivals at everything, to the point of outright enmity!)
Their star striker was a cocky, arrogant bastard, vicious with foot and blade, I
had seen him before the game, without his helmet, He had brown hair and blue eyes,
and a look of such arrogance on his handsome face, you just wanted to smash your boot
or fist into it!
Then it happened, the clash of strikers! The bastard drove his bladed boot into Dmitri’s
groin with sufficient force to drive his balls up into his body. My sometime FuckBuddy
doubled up in agony, clutching his mashed privates, a trickle of blood appeared between
his fingers where the leather crotch padding had failed to prevent the penetration of
the BR strikers’ boot blade and a two inch piece of CarboSteel had stabbed into his scrotum.
The crowd groans of dismay turned to howls of rage as the bastard casually slid his evil
boot tip across Dmitri’s unprotected throat, slashing it. A scarlet fountain of precious
lifeblood spurted from the awful neckwound, bright arterial flow that meant a deathwound!
The arena MedTeam scrambled across the sand to tend the fallen hero, it would mean long
months in the MedTanks for my friend Dmitri.
After that, the game was pretty much over, the Black & Reds victorious. They would represent
our region in the upcoming National Championships. Like many, I made my way to
the Players’ Bar seeking solace. The celebrating B&Rs made a noisy addition to the clientele
when they came in and started insisting that everyone toast their victory. Their striker
caught my gaze and I saw his eyes travel up and down the length of my body, checking
it out. It evidently met with his approval because he came over and introduced himself.
“Wulf.” he said, “Come drink with me, I have much to celebrate”. I ground my teeth in
silent rage and summoned a neutral expression. “You play rough!” I said.
He laughed, “Yes, I love defeating other men in sporting combat. I am the best and
I want the whole world to know it!” He poured me a drink and thrust it into my hand, “Drink!”
I did so, a plan forming in my mind. Over the remainder of the evening, I appeared to
fall under his strong sexual spell, it wasn’t difficult to slip a small amount of Ro-Hyp
into one of his drinks later that night, when the crowd in the bar was beginning to thin out.
Before long, he began to struggle with his speech, “Fuck! I wanna Fuck you buddy,
whasyername? Time to go to bed! You come with Wulf, I fuck you real good!”
He staggered to his feet and I joined him, he stumbled, threw one arm around my shoulders
and together we made our way to the players’ parking lot. When we got there, the fresh
air hit him hard and he almost fell. I caught him and said “Hey, you’re in no shape to drive,
we’ll take my car, you can pick yours up in the morning”. I opened up my vehicle and
poured the bastard inside. Getting in myself, I asked him for his address which he managed to
slur. In ten minutes we were pulling up outside his rented apartment, we exited the car
and, after fumbling with his keys, we entered. I looked around, pretty plush, they obviously
paid their star big money.
“Now you get on bed, wanna fuck you!” he slurred.
“Not so fast!” I laughed, “Let’s get another drink first”.
I moved to the bar, poured a couple of shots and, checking that I was unobserved, added
a little something extra to the glass I handed him. He tossed it back and almost
instantly crumpled and fell backwards across the bed. He was gorgeous and that body
looked fantastic in skintight leathers. The paralysis agent I had given him left him unable
to move, but he could still feel and was vaguely aware of what was going on as I rolled him
over so he lay face down on the bed. I took out my knife and carefully slit a hole in the
seat of his leather pants over the asshole, just large enough to fit my cock. I took out my
hard meat and pushed it into the opening in the black leather. Feeling for the hole, I pushed
and with a pphhfftt sound, penetrated, smashing my way past his virgin sphincter, he
gave a muted cry as I continued pushing my erection into him until my balls rested
against the seat of his leather pants, I was in him up to the hilt! I showed him no mercy, fucking
him hard, intent on satisfying my initial lust and doing the maximum amount of damage
to that previously untouched hole, brutally violating his manhole. I fucked him hard and fast,
soon I was cumming, spurting a load of thick, creamy jizz into his hot shitchute.
I pulled my cock out and rolled him over onto his back, I could tell that it hadn’t been
all bad for him, the front of his leathers was bulged out with an erection!
I spread his legs wide and, kneeling between them, slid my knife into his freshly raped hole.
Now he screamed, as I started to fuck him with my knife, the blade biting deep into
his steaming guts. I thrust as hard as I could, slamming the CarboSteel prick into his
ass with bone crunching force, simultaneously twisting and screwing to cause maximum
damage to his intestines. Blood and shit started to flow from the hideous, mortal wound,
filling the seat of his leather pants and leaking out of the slit I’d made in them.
I removed the knife and replaced it with my cock. Ramming my raging hardon into his ruined guts,
I fucked him, steadily, expertly and watched his leather clad crotch. I could sense his
involuntary climax approaching as I pounded away, bringing us both to an explosive climax.
His body arched as we both came. Another huge load of manspunk flowing into his hole
as he shot his own deathspunk all over his belly inside the leathers. I stayed inside him
whilst I caught my breath, enjoying wallowing in the hot mix of my spunk and his blood and shit.
Once I’d recovered, I started to slowly fuck him again, it would be the last time, as he
endured the ongoing torture, I brought the knife into his view, showing him the bloody blade,
I rested the tip against his heaving belly and slid it deep into his stomach. He groaned in
mortal agony as I slid the blade from side to side, opening him up, gutting him. As I cruelly
disembowelled him, his guts spilled out of the slash in his belly, into the leather in which
his body was encased. His drug restrained struggles were growing weaker now and I
knew his death was near. This excited me and soon I was shooting a third and final load
into his tortured asshole even as his body shuddered and relaxed in death, the bladder and
bowels releasing their contents, filling his leathers with more hot mess. I pulled out and went in
search of a towel to clean myself up.
Passing the bed on my way out, I paused to look at his corpse, clad in bodyhugging leather,
filled with his body fluids, sightless eyes staring at the ceiling, handsome face contorted in
the grimace of his agonising death, sure fancy one last quick fuck.........Shit! I’ve got a
real hot bod with a willing anus, eager for me to fill his hole with spunk, waiting at home.
Some other time you fucker, but then, I suppose not!
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