leatherdude97
Deviant Killer
- Joined
- Nov 19, 2011
- Messages
- 109
- Location
- Florida
Shane and the Ladder
Shane was a hired killer. He had been hired by a guy who wanted to gain control of a club. They job would be easy money. He was very good at what he did.
Shane was six feet tall, with shoulder length blond hair. He had a slim build, more like a boy, a boy with a mean streak. He was hired to kill a guy named Timmy. Timmy was the leader of a local leather S&M club. He had a lot of power in his position, and was a hard dude. He was about forty, very quick and smart. His picture showed a dude in full leather with short red hair. He had a hard body with a flat stomach and wide, well defined hips, which he used to hold his low slung gunfighter’s rig. The hot part, the part that got Shane’s attention was the leather connection he had with this target. This mark was almost too hot to waste.
His connection to leather had come from childhood, from his first experience with a biker jacket. He was from a wealthy family, with no real need to be working, at least not this kind of job. His job filled his need to conquer other men, to subdue them, to make them fear him and to be in complete control of every situation. Probably it was just an extension of his enormous ego.
Shane sincerely believed that the world was a better place simply because someone as beautiful and perfect as himself lived in it. It made him sad to think if he was ever taken out. The world would suffer a huge loss.
He followed his target for a few days, sometimes getting so sexually motivated while watching him that he jacked off in his car. He had never been so envious of anyone before. He had never been so sexually aroused by this mark. The effect of this unsettled him. No matter. He had to do his job. Too bad.
Shane noticed that Timmy spent some time alone in a warehouse. He waited until Timmy left the warehouse and slipped the lock. He had found the club’s leather play pit. There was a large area in the center with boxes piled high around it to maintain privacy. The only place not blanked off by the boxes was a steel strap and rod ladder leading to the loft, where more leather furniture was placed for the sexual games played there. The smell of all the leather had the fully black leathered Shane hard as the steel ladder. He scouted the place and decided on hiding in the dark behind the ladder, and pop Timmy while he was playing with himself.
The next night Timmy would be at the warehouse for his jack off session. Shane entered the warehouse an hour before Timmy would get there. He carefully set himself up in his shooter’s blind and sat on the floor and waited. He was still hard inside his leathers, his cock bulging up the front of his leather pants outward, tensioning the leather.
Timmy came in wearing his leathers and put on his gunfighter’s rig. He walked into the leather pit and pulled out his hard cock. He pulled out his shaved balls and folded the leather around them inside his pants. He spit on his cock and stroked it a few times. Timmy lay down on the black leather and curled up a bit. He started working on his erection, pleasuring himself and enjoying the leather he was wearing, as well as the fantasy in his mind.
Shane watched Timmy masturbate for a while, hot to complete his job and fuck that nice ass. He moved forward and in his sexually charged state, Shane made a fatal mistake. He exposed himself by stepping too near to the ladder. Some of the light from the play pit spilled over into the shadows from a high angle, illuminating Shane’s face, his gun and his cock. Timmy, while enveloped in his sexual fantasy world, spotted Shane behind the ladder.
Timmy slipped around as if repositioning himself while pulling his .40 caliber Colt. Before Shane could set up his shot, Timmy had fired four times. Shane got all four through him. Three of Timmy’s bullets went into Shane’s leather jacket, and Timmy’s “Fuck You” shot hit him in the top of his forehead.
Shane’s head jerked up and his body stepped forward. As he fell forward his neck stopped was stopped by a rung of the ladder. His head tilted upward as the weight of his body began to be pulled down by gravity. His long hair fell forward, almost covering his face. He spit thickly and his spit rolled down his hair and down the front of his leathers. Shane’s hips convulsed and he began to shoot ejaculate out through the ladder into the room. His juice was silver in the light.
As his body continued to convulse until he was empty of ejaculate, the last thought that went through what was left of his mind, was that Timmy had fucked him, fucked him good. He knew he was done, fucked, taken out, bested by somebody he envied, someone to whom he was inexplicably drawn. His final thought was of losing the gunfight. Shane finished shooting his silver juice and slumped, still caught on the rung of the ladder.
Timmy got up, furious that someone had tried to kill him. He quickly and purposefully walked to Shane’s body, hanging in the ladder. Timmy spit in Shane’s face and walked around him. He pulled his knife from left side scabbard and shoved it into Shane’s black leathered back near the three bullet holes. The exit bullet holes were roughly the same size as the entry holes. So was the one through the top of Shane’s forehead, it’s exit hole being high in the back of his head. Small trickles of blood slowly oozed out of the bullet holes
He cut Shane’s pants open, exposing his tight ass, spit on his cock and shoved it purposefully into Shane. Since he was dead, he didn’t protest Timmy’s ultimate violation of him. Timmy put two more bullet holes through the black leather while he was working out a slow and rhythmic fuck. After Timmy blasted off in Shane’s ass, he called some other trusted club members to clean up a piece of shit he found at their warehouse.
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Shane was a hired killer. He had been hired by a guy who wanted to gain control of a club. They job would be easy money. He was very good at what he did.
Shane was six feet tall, with shoulder length blond hair. He had a slim build, more like a boy, a boy with a mean streak. He was hired to kill a guy named Timmy. Timmy was the leader of a local leather S&M club. He had a lot of power in his position, and was a hard dude. He was about forty, very quick and smart. His picture showed a dude in full leather with short red hair. He had a hard body with a flat stomach and wide, well defined hips, which he used to hold his low slung gunfighter’s rig. The hot part, the part that got Shane’s attention was the leather connection he had with this target. This mark was almost too hot to waste.
His connection to leather had come from childhood, from his first experience with a biker jacket. He was from a wealthy family, with no real need to be working, at least not this kind of job. His job filled his need to conquer other men, to subdue them, to make them fear him and to be in complete control of every situation. Probably it was just an extension of his enormous ego.
Shane sincerely believed that the world was a better place simply because someone as beautiful and perfect as himself lived in it. It made him sad to think if he was ever taken out. The world would suffer a huge loss.
He followed his target for a few days, sometimes getting so sexually motivated while watching him that he jacked off in his car. He had never been so envious of anyone before. He had never been so sexually aroused by this mark. The effect of this unsettled him. No matter. He had to do his job. Too bad.
Shane noticed that Timmy spent some time alone in a warehouse. He waited until Timmy left the warehouse and slipped the lock. He had found the club’s leather play pit. There was a large area in the center with boxes piled high around it to maintain privacy. The only place not blanked off by the boxes was a steel strap and rod ladder leading to the loft, where more leather furniture was placed for the sexual games played there. The smell of all the leather had the fully black leathered Shane hard as the steel ladder. He scouted the place and decided on hiding in the dark behind the ladder, and pop Timmy while he was playing with himself.
The next night Timmy would be at the warehouse for his jack off session. Shane entered the warehouse an hour before Timmy would get there. He carefully set himself up in his shooter’s blind and sat on the floor and waited. He was still hard inside his leathers, his cock bulging up the front of his leather pants outward, tensioning the leather.
Timmy came in wearing his leathers and put on his gunfighter’s rig. He walked into the leather pit and pulled out his hard cock. He pulled out his shaved balls and folded the leather around them inside his pants. He spit on his cock and stroked it a few times. Timmy lay down on the black leather and curled up a bit. He started working on his erection, pleasuring himself and enjoying the leather he was wearing, as well as the fantasy in his mind.
Shane watched Timmy masturbate for a while, hot to complete his job and fuck that nice ass. He moved forward and in his sexually charged state, Shane made a fatal mistake. He exposed himself by stepping too near to the ladder. Some of the light from the play pit spilled over into the shadows from a high angle, illuminating Shane’s face, his gun and his cock. Timmy, while enveloped in his sexual fantasy world, spotted Shane behind the ladder.
Timmy slipped around as if repositioning himself while pulling his .40 caliber Colt. Before Shane could set up his shot, Timmy had fired four times. Shane got all four through him. Three of Timmy’s bullets went into Shane’s leather jacket, and Timmy’s “Fuck You” shot hit him in the top of his forehead.
Shane’s head jerked up and his body stepped forward. As he fell forward his neck stopped was stopped by a rung of the ladder. His head tilted upward as the weight of his body began to be pulled down by gravity. His long hair fell forward, almost covering his face. He spit thickly and his spit rolled down his hair and down the front of his leathers. Shane’s hips convulsed and he began to shoot ejaculate out through the ladder into the room. His juice was silver in the light.
As his body continued to convulse until he was empty of ejaculate, the last thought that went through what was left of his mind, was that Timmy had fucked him, fucked him good. He knew he was done, fucked, taken out, bested by somebody he envied, someone to whom he was inexplicably drawn. His final thought was of losing the gunfight. Shane finished shooting his silver juice and slumped, still caught on the rung of the ladder.
Timmy got up, furious that someone had tried to kill him. He quickly and purposefully walked to Shane’s body, hanging in the ladder. Timmy spit in Shane’s face and walked around him. He pulled his knife from left side scabbard and shoved it into Shane’s black leathered back near the three bullet holes. The exit bullet holes were roughly the same size as the entry holes. So was the one through the top of Shane’s forehead, it’s exit hole being high in the back of his head. Small trickles of blood slowly oozed out of the bullet holes
He cut Shane’s pants open, exposing his tight ass, spit on his cock and shoved it purposefully into Shane. Since he was dead, he didn’t protest Timmy’s ultimate violation of him. Timmy put two more bullet holes through the black leather while he was working out a slow and rhythmic fuck. After Timmy blasted off in Shane’s ass, he called some other trusted club members to clean up a piece of shit he found at their warehouse.
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