The dead man's boots ( by BadBiker )

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Billy's Harley has seen better days. It had taken to leaking and burning oil real bad. There was a knock in the pan that didn't sound good.
He got up the next morning to the sun in his eyes. The noise last night kept him up late so he slept late. The bunch seemed to party hearty. He slept fully dressed in case of trouble. The noise last night didn't sound like your average beer bust. He rolled up his sleeping bag and strapped to the bike. He positioned the kick starter and hoisting him self in the air he came down hard on the pedal like he always did. There seemed to be no resistance. He came down hard on the tank smashing his balls between his crotch and the gas tank. Grabbing his crotch and leaning back on the sissy bar he rested till the pain went away.
When it subsided enough for him to move he investigated why he felt no resistance on kick starter. It felt like there was no compression. Sure enough there wasn't. It was dead. This bike had been trouble since he got it. It was one thing after another. He was more pissed because he was in the middle of now where rather than he has loss a good bike. He didn't feel bad because it was gone like most bikers would.
He started to look around, deciding to see if the party crowd left any thing around to eat. He left the shelter to the clump of bushes he was camping in. He followed the tire tracks further down the path. They led into a miniature box canyon. Its walls were about twenty feet high. With only one opening a little bigger than motor cycle. He entered cautiously What he found he was not ready for. In the middle of the canyon was a oil pumping rig. Tied to the cross arm was a biker. The machine was stopped at a point just high enough for him to reach the ground with the tips of his boots. Attached to three of the four legs were appeared to be three of his buddies. They appeared to be dead and it looked like it wasn't easy the way they got dead.
Billy walked a complete circle around the biker. His boots were fairly new about medium worn. They weren't your standard biker boots. These were tall black boots with three aces stitched near the top of the shaft. He liked the boots. His leather jacket and leather jeans were worn with just about the right amount of body oil and cycle oil mixed together. They were shinny in all the places they should be from wear. His hands were cuffed behind his back. He still had on his leather gloves. The fly of his leather jeans was open and his uncut dick was hanging limply out of his jeans. There was blood running down the front of the leather jeans to drip off the tips of the boots. He was bleeding under his leather jacket some where. The guy was hung by a dog collar. The heavy metal choker chain type used for big dogs. The guy twitched and Billy jumped back. It was then that Billy realized the guy was still alive. . Billy stood back and waited for the guy to stop swinging. As the biker twisted around Billy notice the knife in his boot. He pulled it out. It was the largest hunting knife Billy had ever seen. It was the kind one would use for skinning deer or bear. There was a little blood on the tip. Billy looked up at the guy. There was pleading in his eyes. Billy grabbed his legs to stop the swinging. He then saw where the blood was coming from. There was a hole in the guys side just above the waist band of his leather jeans. He figured the guy must have crossed some one along the way to get where he was. The guy wanted Billy do finish him but Billy didn't think it should be that easy. Maybe he could satisfy two things here. He could finish the guy off as the guy wanted and still do it like it was originally intended. He took the lacing from the sides of the guys leather jacket. He tied the guys boots together with the leather lacing. The guy has a bewildered look in his eyes.
He got a look of terror in his eyes as Billy went over to the control and press start.
Billy stood back a watched the cross arm start to move. It started down for a little releasing the chain on the guys neck. His boots landed firmly on the ground. Jut about the time the guy took a breath the arm started is upward stroke. The slack in the chain allowed the victim to tilt forward and the chain to move more towards the back of his neck. He heard a cracking sound as the weight of the bikers body on the chain caused it to crush his throat cutting off his air supply. He listened to the guys leather creaked as he desperately yanked and tugged at the cuffs that held his hand behind his back. As the struggling went on the guys dick got rock hard. The struggle turned to convulsion. White foam appeared on the guys lips. Dribbled down his chin to drip on his leather jacket. The uncut dick made a tapping sound as it slapped against the leather fly of the leather jeans. The erupted in the biggest discharge of cum Billy has ever seen. And there sure was a lot. The first eruptions spit cum al over the front of the guys jacket. As the ejaculations subsided to where they just boiled over the head of the dick to slide down the side of the shaft and over the guys balls and down the pant legs of his jeans on to his boots. . It was followed by a flow of rich yellow piss. This was followed by the acrid smell of human shit.
As the hanging biker finished dying Billy took a look around. Two of the bikers had been cuffed to the cross braces of the tower. One was a dirt biker. He had on black motor cross boots. With buckles on the side and a big silver shin plate. The boots were well scuffed. He had on a one piece leather racing suite equally scuffed. The suite had been cut at the seam by the crack of the guys ass. There was a trail of blood and shit running down the back of his legs over his boots to form a pool on the ground between his boots. The front of his suit had been ripped open. There were round burn marks on his nipples where some one had extinguished a burning cigar. There were burn marks all over his well formed pecks. His crotch was cut open too. The pant legs of the suit were puffy where they were stuffed in the tops of his boots Blood leaked from the inside seam of the suit to rundown his boots. The head of his cock could be seen between his lips. The cuffs had cut his wrists to the bone he had tugged and pulled hard on the cuffs . The second one had on regular biker gear. Tall engineers jeans stuffed in the tops chaps and biker jacket. He was tied up and mutilated the same way. The third one didn't appear to be tied to the post. His hands hung limply at his side. He had on tall engineers leather jeans jacket and over his leather jacket was a new yellow rubber rain jacket. His dick was out of his jeans hanging limply. He still had on a rubber on his dick. It was bloody and had shit on it and the tip was full of cum. He was impaled a bolt that stuck out of the tower leg. It penetrate his back and stuck out the front of his leather jacket just above the belly button.
They all had guns on the inside of their leather jackets. Special pockets make like holsters. All the guns were loaded but not a gun had been fired. They must have known this was coming as was futile to resist. The took their punishment and died like the outlaw bikers they were.
Billy returned to the hung biker. He stopped the rig on a up stroke keeping the biker hanging about a foot off the ground. The guy had finished his death twitches and hung still.
Billy felt the seat of the guys jeans. He smeared the soft shit on the guys butt. It was slippery as grease.
He went through the bikers pockets and got another four hundred bucks. He and collected about two grand from the other three bikers .
He cut the guy down and he fell with a splash in a pool of liquid made up of his own blood piss shit and cum.
Standing up he gave the guy one more look to see if he missed anything. He looked at the guys leather gear then his own. He had on well worn lace up boots torn and ripped jeans and leather jacket that the zipper which had teeth missing. At first he had a eerie feeling about taking a guys gear. He looked at the black boots with the aces on the shaft. Then out of the blue a cold wind blew and chilled him to bone. The gear would do the dead guy no good and they were about the same size. Seem a shame to waste a good pair of boots on a dead guy. Hell they served their purpose. He died with his boots on. He grabbed the guys left boot. It slid off with ease. Much easier than he had figured. He grabbed the right one and it too came off . They guy had no socks on but his feet had no blisters or sores but sure smelled. He straddled the body and unbuckled the belt of the guys jeans. Grabbing the jeans by the bottom of the legs he pulled them off. He rolled the guy over on his chest and remembered the cuffs. How was he going to get the jacket. He looked around and then he remembered something in the guy with the rubber on his dick. There was a ring of keys in his pocket. Maybe one would fit. He went over to the body and found the key. It fit the cuffs. He removed the cuffs and pulled the jacket off. The guy laid there with no under ware naked as a jay bird.
"Well the local critters wont have much trouble with tonight diner." He thought out laud. He proceeded to strip off his cloths dropping them on the chest of the naked biker. He thought about it for a second then removed his own jockey shorts and dropped them on the guys face to cover up the piercing eyes. They were pissed stained from long rides and not time to stop for piss so Billy just went in his jeans. And they had skid marks from shit stops with no ass wipe.

 

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Billy was standing there naked except for his socks. The wind blew again. He picked up the guys leather jeans. He picked his dirty shorts up and use them to wipe the shit out of the but of the leather jeans. He dropped the shorts back on the guys face. Balancing on one foot he jammed his foot into the leg of the jeans. Then the other. Pulling them up over is knees and around his waist he snapped the waist band. To his surprise they were still warm. The jacket next and it was warm too. He picked up the guys boots and walked over to what appeared to be the guys bike. There wedged between the seat and the gas tank was the title all signed and ready for transfer. It confirmed that this was a club execution. The victims realized they were fucked and had no way out signed their titles and submitted to the execution. That would explain the polished look of the body of the guys jackets they had been protected by the clubs colors. A leather vest that the guys wore over their leather jackets with the club coat of arms on it. Billy looked again at the four dead bodies these were some real tuff fuckers.
Billy started to put on the boots. He looked at his socks which had holes in them. He pulled them off and slipped his bare feet into the tall boots. He stood up and stomped his feet into the boots. He looked down at his newly acquired leather gear. He felt a strange tingling in his feet that traveled up his legs, through his crotch and up into his shoulders. He didn't think much of it. He threw his leg across the seat of the big black Harley. He lowered him self onto the saddle he looked at the naked body of the hun biker. He though about it a while and could not leave him naked on the ground. He went over and dressed the guy in the gear he just took off. When he was buttoning the jeans on the guy he brushed his dick.
Billy never touched another mans dick before but now he had a desire to feel it. He took it in his gloved hand. He began to feel it and squeeze it. There was still some cum on it and it was slippery. He often wondered what gay guys saw in sucking dick. But for some reason he had a compelling feeling to find out .. This guy was in no condition to object. He lowered himself on the guys chest in the infamous Sixty-nine position. He took the semi hard dick in his mouth and sucked on it. There was still some cum in the shaft and he drew it out. It tasted sweet. He didn't believed he was getting a hard on . He stopped sucking.
Billy looked at his handiwork. It looked strange to see a guy with his boots and leather on. A strange feeling came over him. His crotch ticked and he was getting a hard on thinking of what these guys must have gone through before they died. He pictured them, the ultimate of manhood. Enduring the pain with out a whimper. Feeling the pain down into their boots. He felt himself getting hard. He had never felt like this before. He never thought about men and how they died. He never felt like this before. He had never had a desire for a man. He jacked off on the biker. He let his cum drip on the guys face and in his mouth.
Billy stood stroking his dick looked at the dead bikers. Doesn't seem right to leave these guy to be ripped apart by wild animals. They took their punishment and deserved a burial. He looked around for a burial place. Over against one wall was a large black pool of what appeared to be tar. He threw a bolder about the size of a basket ball on in the middle. It landed with a splat and started to sink slowly. What to use for weight?
He looked around. Maybe their steeds should go with them. He went and got his bike. I lifted the hung biker up on the saddle. He slipped the back of the guys leather jacket over his sissy bar. So the leather jacket held him on the saddle. He got another hard on lashing the guys boots to the road pegs. He re cuffed the guys hands behind him. He pushed the bike into the black pool. It rolled out into the middle of the ooze and sunk up to the frame just under the engine He started to prepare the others. Lashing the bodies to the sissy bar and their boots to the road pegs. Only he use the motor this time . The black ooze slowly creeping up their boots, over the tops. Up their leather clad legs to their crotch. Then the last part of the hung biker to disappear was his long blond hair floating on top of the thick tar then pulled under by his weight. He stood vigil till the others were gone from site.
He took the hung biker's bike and started towards the nearest town. He looked up the address on the title. It was a biker bar. He parked out front next to the row of cycles al ready there. He went in. There was a leather curtain across the outer door then a little room with another curtain. Upon entering the second curtain if found the bar almost black till his eyes adjusted.
There were no windows to let lite in only the lights in the bar. He walked up to a open space at the bar and ordered a beer.
"I see you got Ken's bike" said the guy next to him
" I found it and he didn't seem to need it any more" replied Billy.
" I guess he had a few other things he didn't need any more" said the biker looking Billy over.
"He said I could have them" said Billy
"Didn't know he was that much of a talker at that time" said the Biker
"Well his life's journey wasn't quite finished at the time, but I helped him finish it. said Billy " He asked my help' he added.
"We tried to help him but I guess we got too much in a hurry" said the biker
"Well I put him and his three buddies in a nice resting place"said Billy
"Well since you were such a friend to Ken and helped him so much.
He has a room up stairs . Since he wont be needing it any more you can have it.
The guy led Billy out the front door and around the side of the building. They climbed the stairs between the two building. Kens room was the first one by the door. Billy followed the biker into the room. The room was about fifteen feet squar. By the widow as a table. Along one wall was a large bed. On the walls were hooks with all kinds of jackets hanging on them. There were some pictures of bikers also. On the floor was a collection of boots .Some new and well polished and some worn and muddy. He walked around the room in a circle. Touching the leather jackets that hung on the wall.
"You sorta inherited the collection since you finished him off" said the biker.
"There is a key on the table. I let you get use to your new digs" he added
Billy stood by the bed. There was a pile of blankets in the middle. He pulled them off and let them drop to the floor. There was a leather hide covering the bed and three leather covered pillows. The edges of the hide were light colored tan. The middle was dark brown. He was shinny as a well worn leather jacket. This was not polish or dye that gave it this look. It was stains form a mans body oil. The natural secretions from a mans body when he sweats. There were other stains some were cum some were blood and others he didn't want to identify.

 

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He lay down on the bed. He unsnapped the fly of his leather jeans and pulled out his dick. He could smell the sent left behind by the previous owner. He rolled over on hid belly and rubbed his dick into the stained leather. He felt some pre-cum ooze out of his dick. He reached down and picked up a pair of engineer boots that were by the side of the bed. He smell the leather. He licked the shaft from the instep strap to the top. He buried his nose in the top of the shaft. It was a smell of leather and body oil. He took the toe of the mate and put it between his legs so his balls rested on the instep, his dick on the shaft the top of the boot reached his belt buckle. He humped the boot and licked the other one till his dick was rock hard and ready to cum. He ease back not wanting to blow his load right away. He saw a jar on the table beside the bed. The contents had caused the ink on the label to run so it was unreadable. Instinctively he took some and applied it to his dick and the shaft of the boot. He continued his boot fucking with vigor. He shot his load all over the shaft of the boot. Exhausted he dropped down on the bed pining the boot between his chest and the bed. His chin rested on the top of the boot. Slowly moving his pelvis to prolong the tingling in his dick as long as possible. He dozed off. Waking up he started to roll on his back. The cum and dried his dick to the boot. He felt a stab of pain. Rolling back on his belly he laid there. He had to piss. He thought he might as well mark his territory. He let his pis run out. There was just enough to cause a puddle in the depression caused by his weight on the bed. He felt it loosen his dick from the boot. He pulled the boot from his crotch and dropped it on the floor. He laid his crotch backdown in the pool piss . He felt some ooze in to the crotch of his leather jeans and wet his balls. He lay there with the side of his face resting on the other boot. He went to sleep thinking how different he felt and what a strange set of circumstances let him to where he was.
Brad was the unofficial leader of the bunch. He and the gang seem to accept Billy easily into the main stream action of the group. They had a job for him. Two guys needed snuffing. They were a pair of ranch hands that the gang used to get drugs across the border. When they found out one made a deal to double cross the other to save his own hide. Billy had been running around with a guy named Lefty. He and Lefty were getting pretty tight. Billy thought they were getting to be good partners. They rode a lot together on gang business. They even shared the same bed. Brad assigned Billy and Lefty to take care of the two mules.
Billy waited at the truck stop for Lefty but Lefty was late. Billy decided to check out the two victims and the area around the place.
Billy was in no hurry as he cruised down the two lane highway. He had stayed off the freeway. He passed a cowboy on the side of the road mending a fence. He cowboys eyes followed him as he passed. He watched the cowboy through his mirror. The road curved around a rise in the landscape. Billy pulled off the road and stopped. He retrieved the binoculars from the saddle bag and made his way up the hill. At the crest he dropped to the prone position and crawled on his belly the last ten feet. He observed the cowboy for a while. This must be the double crosser he thought.
The cowboy wore tall stove pipe boots with silver spurs. He had on a pair of stained chaps. They originally were naturally a light tan. But work had turned the front of the legs to a dark brown to black. They were polished both from wear and body oils and sweat of the animals he worked with. He had a gun and holster buckled around his waist and it hung low on his hip. The holster was tied down by a piece of leather lacing around his leg over his chaps. He had on a denim shirt under a brown leather vest topped off with a sweat stained gray hat. He wore ranch gloves with the cinch string on the back of the hand. Next to him was a four wheeled A T V. Spurs with a A. T. V.? thought Billy. His fence mending done the cowboy put his tools in the metal box mounted on the A T V and closed the lid. He looked in Billy's direction like he knew Billy was there . He got on the A T V and headed towards Billy. At the foot of the hill he turned and went up the road. At the far end of the pasture was a gate. On the other side was the Rial Road track. A solid rock wall was the back drop on the other side of the tracks. Billy was confused . The cowboy opened the gate. Got between the tracks and headed down the tracks in into a tunnel in the rock wall. Billy went back to the Harley and stowed the binoculars. Starting the Harley he followed the cowboy's path. He had to go slow as the weight of the Harley made it sink in the soft earth of the pasture. Once he got on the road it was a little better but the road was full of ruts and chuck holes. Billy parked the Harley in a clump of bushes by the gate and continued on foot.
The mouth of the other end of the tunnel opened into a box canyon in the shape of a giant "C". The area was bout thirty Acers. There was a building that looked like it once belong to the rain road. The rancher converted it to a line shack for the ranch hands. There was a corral, a small barn, wind mill and horse trough. There was a pen with some cattle in it and a chute next two a spur to load cattle cars.
Billy drew his gun and walked into the cabin like he owned it. Wes was siting at the table drinking coffee. Glen was napping on the bed. He was fully dressed. He had on about the same gear as his partner the only difference most of his stuff was bran new. His shirt, leather vest, jeans, chaps, and even his Black with white inlay fancy stitched boots to his spur straps. His spurs jingled as he jumped off the bed to a standing position. He stopped short of drawing his gun. Wes had already caved into the situation.
Glen raised his gloved hands to shoulder height. He looked at his buddy.
"Nice fancy get up you got on" said Billy. Glen looked himself over but didn't say anything. He looked at his buddy again.
"Don't look to him for help. He double crossed you when we confronted him" said Billy. Glen stiffened. Wes avoided his stare. Glen turned his attention to back to Billy.
"Your gona execute us" said Glen
"Yup" said Billy
"Do I get to keep my boots on" asked Glen looking down at his new boots.
"Yea" replied Billy "Wouldn't be right to kill a guy with out his boots on"
"Well I got me a new out fit to be buried in. Lets get it over with." said Glen nervously.
Billy motioned towards the door with his gun. Glen grabbed his hat and they went out side. Stood facing each other for a minute.
"Get that A.T.V on the tracks in the tunnel." ordered Billy.
Wes got on and started it. He drove it up the embankment onto the tracks in the tunnel. Billy and Glen followed on foot.
"How do you want it ?" asked Billy "Facing or in the back"
"Facing" said Glen.
Wes turned the bike around. He got off.
"Get on" ordered Billy
Glen straddled the bike settling slowly into the saddle.
"What you got to tie him up with" asked Billy
Wes got some small ropes called Pigging stings used to tie a steers hoofs during branding from the tool box. He stared to tie Glen's hands to the grips.
"You don't need to do that" said Glen. "A man should take responsibility for his actions. You have my word I'll finish this "
"Sorry Glen" said Wes hesitantly. " I had no choice"
"You'll get yours"said Glen bitterly. "Now get and let me get on with my dying"
Glen was a the opposite end of the tunnel from the on coming train. The tracks curved a little so you did not have a clear view till it was too late. He heard the horn. He looked down at his new boots. He wiggled his toes inside. He gunned the engine . He shifted his boot under the gear shift. He pulled in the clutch with his gloved hand. Gunning the engine he dumped the clutch. The bike leaped forward. Billy and Wes watched as Glen charged forward toward the on coming train. At the last minute he stood up on the pegs and yelled Yheeeee Haaaaaaa at the top of his lungs. The coupler of the engine caught Glen in the chest killing him instantly. His limp body was tossed against the side of the tunnel. He fell into a small drainage trench for the water that seeped from the rocks. The A T V stuck to the front of the train. The train crew never saw a thing and continued on their way not knowing they had just killed a man.
Billy and Wes Dragged the body back to the barn yard. Billy took the guy's spurs and put them on his own boots . He walked around listening to them jingle.

 

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Wes was sweating. He went down to the tank for a drink of water. The trough had over flowed and turn the area around it in to a sea of mud and cow shit. Billy made his move. The grabbed Wes by the shoulder and spun him a round.
"Now it's your turn" Said Billy as his fist connected with Wes's jaw.
The shock twisted Wes's head around he lost is footing in the mud his boots slid out from under him. He landed hard on his butt, his head struck the edge of the trough. He sat there dazed with his back resting against the tank. He felt warmth where his head hit the tank. Something was wrong. He could feel the rest of his body but he could not move.
"Ok you win"said Wes out of breath
Billy didn't move
"Finish me" hiss Wes "I can feel my body but cant move."
Billy straddled the cowboys legs and stooped down to rest his butt on the guys legs.
"Hey" said Wes his chest heaving from being out of breath from the fight
"Yea" said Billy
"It was a good fight and the stakes were high" said Wes gaining his breath
"Yea it was" said Billy
"Give me two favors?" asked Ken.
"Ok I owe you that" said Billy
"Make it quick and don't take my boots off" said Wes
"Ok, but under one condition" said Billy
" Yea what is it" said Wes breathing more easily now.
"I get to have my way with you" said Billy
Wes thought about it for a while. Billy pulled the Skoal can from Wes's shirt pocket. He took a wad for himself and put a wad in the cowboys mouth. Billy slipped off to the side of the cowboy and sat next to him. They chewed in silence. Wes knew what this guy was going to do to him before he finished him. He knew it wouldn't be easy and prepared himself for the inevitable.
"Do me" Wes finally said.
Billy got up and stood over the cowboy looking him up and down. Silver spurs on tall black stove pipe boots riding heels worn down some. The greased and sweat stained chaps on his legs. Black gun belt and holster with silver stud outlining the edge. Brass cartridges in the belt. And worn leather jean jacket . His shirt was un snapped and his pecks showed trough. He straddled the cowboys legs again. He dropped to his knees. He reached in side the guys shirt. He started to play with the well formed pecks. He spit on one and rubbed it in with his leather gloved hand. Wes looked at him with disgust.
"Fuck you" said Wes through swollen lips.
Billy spit a wad in his face. The slimy wad dripped off the guys chin onto his leather jacket.
Billy looked around him. There was a low spot were the overflow of the tank collected. It washed the shit and horse urine in to a soupy mess. The mixture was real soft and muddy.
Billy grabbed two handfuls of the guys leather jacket. He dragged him to the pool of shit. He let go and the cowboy fell on his back. He looked up at his executioner. He said nothing. Billy knelt down beside the cowboy and started going trough his pockets. There was a dark stain in the crotch of the guys jeans. He had pissed in his pants. Billy un buttoned his fly. The guy had no under ware on. He pulled out his dick. It was getting hard and he played with it.
Billy straddled the guys legs. He positioned himself prone with his chest on the guys knees. He began to suck the guys dick. The cowboy groaned with pleasure. This went on for about a hour till the guy shot his wad in Bill's mouth. There was pre cum where Billy's dick had been rubbing on the guys chaps. Billy got up and rolled the guy on his belly. He folded the guys arms and positioned them so his head rested on his arms.
As Billy started to position himself to fuck the guy he noticed a knife in the guys boot. He took the knife and cut the seam of they guys jeans at the crack of his ass ripping the fabric exposing the guys white butt. He laid on the guy with his face even with the guys butt and began to lick Wes's ass. After a while he was ready to fuck Grabbing Wes's by the shoulders he pulled himself up more on Wes's body slipping his dick into Wes's hole. Wes stiffened and clenched his fists and bit down on the sleeve of his leather jean jacket . He instinctively resisted the entry of Billy's dick. Billy pushed harder forcing his way in.
Wes tried concentrating on something else. He felt the shit and mud seeping into this cloths. The thought that it was going to be hard to get the mud out but then remembered in a few minutes it wouldn't make much difference.
Slowly Billy moved his hips sliding his dick in and out of Wes's hole. He felt Wes squirm under him from the pain. He started to increase the frequency and intensity of his thrusts. Wes bit all the harder on the leather sleeve of his jacket. The thrust were so intense that Wes could feel them sliding in the mud. Wes felt like his insides were being torn out . That wasn't too far from the truth. Billy let out a pleasure laden scream. Falling limply on Wes's back. He lay motionless for a moment. Wes felt him stir. Wes felt the gun being pulled from his holster. He flinched like he was ticklish when he felt the barrel touch his rib cage. When he flinched his ass hole closed tighter around Billy dick, He heard the click of the gun being cocked. He closed his eyes tight and buried his face in his leather sleeve waiting for the end. He didn't have to wait long. Billy squeezed the trigger. Wes heard the bang and felt the burning in his side. Billy pulled the trigger five more times. With each impact of each bullet Wes's muscle tightened around Billy's dick. He lay on Wes till the twitching stopped. He put Wes's gun back in its holster. Billy laid his cheek on the cool leather of the back or the guys jacket. He was exhausted from the rough sex with the cowboy. He ravaged his hole knowing that when he was done he would kill him so there was no need to be gentle. He rased himself off the dead cowboy pulling his dick out of the bloody limp hole. They both stood beside the body. There lied a blond cowboy well built muscles. Denim shirt, leather vest, leather jean jacket. His well stained chaps over his tight jeans . Black boots and silver spurs. Black gun belt with silver studs around the edge of the holster. Billy stooped down so his butt rested on the heels of his boots pushing his spurs out of the way. He rolled the cowboy on his back. His dick, full of mud and dirt hung out of his un buttoned fly. It bled some from the aberrations from being in the dirt and sand. oozed white cum. He dipped his finger tip in the cum and rubbed the slick fluid between his leather clad fingers. He smeared in on the cowboys lips.

 

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Billy went over and started the Back Hoe He dug a deep grave. Coming back to the body he got off the hoe. He put a rope around the cowboys neck and tied it to the bucket. He raised the loader. He listened to the crackle of cartilage as the rope crush the guys throat. There was no struggling or twitching as the guy was already dead. He admired the cowboy twisting in the wind. Mud water and shit slid down the front of the guys chaps and dripped from the tips of the guys boots .. The spurs sparkled in the sun. Billy pulled the slip know and the body fell to the ground.
"Hey Billy" said Lefty
Billy spun around startled by the sound of his voice. He looked down at the gun pointed at him.
"Hey Lefty, what's the gun for?"asked Billy.
"Well partner its like this. You have reached the end of your usefulness." said Lefty with a smile.
"Hey come on there is enough money for both of us" said Billy
"More for one of us" said Lefty "Besides they has this planned from the beginning.
"What do your mean"asked Billy.
"We knew you were in the bushes that night. You played right into our hands"said Lefty
"Why did you let me go this long" asked Billy
"You were good in the sack" replied Lefty
"Well I guess you got me" said Billy
The two stared at each other for a while. Lefty rubbed his thumb nervously on the hammer of the pistol.
"Don't a condemned man get one more fuck before he goes?" asked Billy with a smile
Lefty smiled. Billy took a step. Lefty fired the gun. The bullet grazed Billy's head. He spun around and fell belly down across the dead guys boots.
Billy came too. He smelled the leather of the guys boots. He tired to move. His hands were tied behind his back. He had a splitting head ache. He rolled on to his back and rested his head on the leather clad legs of the dead cowboy.
"Well Billy, you ready to die" asked Lefty with a smile
"Must be" said Billy "You already got my hands tied behind my back and I still got my boots on "
"How do you want it. On your knees or standing up facing me" asked Lefty
"Well like Glen said. One should take responsibility for one actions.' said Billy
"Ok!" said Left "How do you want it?"
"Well Glen drove his bike into a on coming train" said Billy
"Yea!" Said Lefty
"How about I hang my self"said Billy
Lefty helped Billy to his feet. He followed Billy's instructions. He put the rope around Billy's neck and fastened it to the bucket of the loader. He then handed Billy another rope the went to the lever that raised the loader.
"Well there you go" said Lefty
Billy looked the set up over.
"Guess this will do ya when ever your ready" said Lefty.
"Hey bud you were a good fuck" said Billy
"Yea and you could suck like no one else"replied Lefty
The two men looked each other in the eyes. Lefty walked up to him and unbuttoned his fly. He pulled out his dick and fondled it as he kissed him. He stepped back
Billy took a deep breath and pulled the rope. The loader went up. The rope closed around Billy's neck. His booted feet instinctively searched for stable ground and found none.
Everything seem to be in slow motion. He felt the noose tighten around his neck. He felt and heard the cartilage of his throat crackle as the rope crushed it and closing off his air supply.
Well this is the end he thought. His body took over fighting death. He yanked and tugged at the rope on his wrists . His legs flailing in space. His lungs started to burn wanting fresh air. His head began to throb even more than from the bullet grazing. He felt his tough swell in his mouth. The pain was the worst he ever felt. He wanted to scream but couldn't. He wished it would end. It seem like the longest time in his life. The all of a sudden the pain stopped. He felt the most incredible climax he ever had. He closed his eyes to enjoy the pleasure like he always did. In his mind he shouted every expiative he could remember. Then it was over. The pain came back but it was a dull pain. He tried to open his eyes but couldn't. He felt his body twitching. He could hear Glen's spurs jingle with each twitch. There was silence for a while. Then he felt tugging on his body. He tried to open his eyes again. He was floating above a scene. There was a tractor with a body hanging from it. There was a hole with an other body in it and still another body laying next to it . A guy was pulling the boots off the body of the hanging guy.
Billy smiled "You'll get yours fucker" he thought and everything went black
Lefty watched as Billy did his death twitches. He listen to the spurs jingle. He watched Billy's exposed dick get hard . He watched it throb and slap against the leather clad crotch, then the cum erupt over the head. The cum flowed down the shaft and dripped onto the leather jeans. It made streaks in the dust on the jeans as it worked it's way towards the ground. With in seconds the thick cum was replaced with thinner flow of yellow piss. It washed the shaft of the dick and quickly made its way down the leg of the jeans to drip off the of his boots . Left laughed at the thought of Billy pissing on him self. He thought it was justice.
He stood for a long time watching Billy twist at the end of the rope. He stared at the sun reflecting off the shine of the leather. Lefty kept getting this strange feeling. His gaze repeatedly returned to Billy's boots. The more he looked at them the more he wanted them. Once he caught him self rubbing his crotch as he looked at the boots . He got to the point he couldn't take his eyes off them. He studied the grain of the leather in the shaft of the boot. He was shocked to fine himself licking the cum off the boots . He pressed his nose hard onto the boot shaft smelling the leather. He felt a chill.
He looked down at the boots he was wearing. His leather jacket and leather jeans seemed to hold up better than his boots. They were tall engineer boots. The belts and buckles at the tops of the shaft were long gone. The stitching on the seam at the back of the left boot where it joined the foot had totally rotted off. The heels were almost non existent. The boot foot was worn completely though at his little toe. I don't remember these boots being this bad of shape when I put them on this morning. He thought out laud. He looked back at Billy.
He couldn't stand it any longer. He wanted those boots for his own. He grabbed the left boot. Billy made a noise in his throat like he was gargling with mouth wash. Left looked up. The boots seem to slip right off Billy's foot. He grabbed the other one and it too came off much easier than he thought. He sat down on the edge of the tank and pulled off his old boots . He pulled on Billy's boots and stood up to stomp his feet down into the boots. They felt good. He stood there admiring his new boots wiggling his toes inside the boots massaging the crotch of his leather jeans . He felt another chill then a tingle in his feet. The tingle ran up his legs to his crotch and on up to his shoulders and down his arms to his fingers. He looked back up at Billy. He could swear Billy had a smile on his face. Left was getting a hard on inside his leather jeans.

 

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Lefty never killed a man before and really felt he didn't kills this one. He just sort of made sure this guy did it him self.
Lefty got on his cycle and left. On the way back to the bar he was not in a hurry and stuck to the back roads. They were paved two lane roads the followed a creek. Way off in the middle of a field Lefty noticed a building. Like a one room cabin. Out side were two bikes and off to the side was pick up truck under a crude looking car port. It was a flat tin roof supported by six posts. Lefty got a strange sensation in his dick. He felt like he needed a fuck and bad. He parked the bike beside the road behind a clump of berry bushes. He snuck up to the cabin and looked in the window. Inside were two bikers and two cowboys. The bikes were in full leather and the cowboys had on tall cowboy boots spurs and chaps. They had on low slung holsters and what looked to be colts. Leather vests and hats. Lefty's heart was pounding he is hands shook. His palms sweat. He usually got this way in anticipation of getting laid. He patted his leather jacket front checking for the thirty-eight he kept in a pocket on the inside of the jacket For some reason he thought he need more than just his thirty-eight. He saw a pick up truck had a shot gun in the gun rack. He went over and got the gun and found shells in the glove box. He went back to the porch. He kicked the door in and went in a blasting. The first shot got one of the cowboys. The force of the blast knocked him over backward in the chair he was sitting on . The second one got one of the bikers. He fell across the stove he was making coffee on . The other biker made it out the door. Lefty got him squar in the back Pitching him face down in the dirt. The second cowboy made it out the back door. He made it to the stream. Lefty shot him with his thirty-eight. He saw dust fly from the back of the cowboys vest. When he got to the stream the cowboy was face down His head, shoulders and arms rested on the bank. The rest was in the stream. Lefty looked at the body. The only thing out of the water were the cowboys purs. The water moved the cowboys batwing chaps like fins of a fish. He started to slide off the bank and float down stream with the current. Lefty jumped in the stream and grabbed the cowboy by his gun belt and dragged him back to the cabin. He dropped the body on the floor. He went out the front door and dragged the biker in and dumped him next to the wet cowboy. He pulled the biker off the stove his leather jacket had started to burn. He dropped him across the chest of the cowboy who was in the chair tipped over backward. He went through all their pockets and took what money they had. He found one of the saddle bags belonging to one of the bikers. In it was a tan leather buckskin shirt. He took it . He rolled the wet cowboy on his back. The biker was still alive. He positioned him so his head rested on the wet cowboys chest . He unzipped the bikers jacket and took out his wallet . Pink foam started to appear on the bikers lips. Lefty was straddling the body actually sitting on the guys crotch. He was going though his wallet. He pulled out pictures of the guys girlfriend. He looked at them. The biker said "Fuck you" and spit blood all over his leather jacket, Lefty left a pile of papers and pictures on the dying biker chest . He took what money the guy had. He pulled out everyone's cock and balls to check how well the guys were hung. He fondled them some.
He went back to the biker at was still alive and stood over the body. The guy looked up at him
" Why" he asked
" I get off killing guys"
The biker watched as Lefty opened his fly and pulled out his dick. It was hard as a rock. Lefty started to stroke it. As he ran his gloved hand up and down the hard shaft he moved to straddle the bikers legs. He slowly dropped to his knees. He shot is wad in big globs of white cum. The splatters all over the leather chest of the biker and some on his face. The last of the cum dribbled onto the bikers crotch. Lefty milked all the cum he could out of his dick.
He stood up and pulled out his thirty-eight. Lining up the sites he shot the biker in the forehead.
He went out to the truck and found a five gallon can of diesel fuel. It was full. He went back into the cabin he started to pour fuel all over the place. He poured it on the boots of the bikers and all over their leather jackets. He poured some into the fly of their leather jeans. When he empted the can he tossed it in the corner. He looked around the room. He saw on the first biker a bulge in the small snap pocked of his leather jacket. Lefty opened the pocket and found a Harley cigarette lighter. He brought the bikes in the room. Snapping open the lighter is flick the little wheel and the little spark ignited the lighter fluid. He tossed the lighter on the chest of the second biker. His diesel soaked jacket started to burn slowly. The flames followed the diesel trail to the other bodies. Quickly the room turned into a inferno. All Lefty could see now was the boots of the second biker. He watched as the strap across the instep stared to curl and the boot wax melt and catch fire. He waked back to his bike. The was the sound of gun fire. The fire had reached the cowboys gun belts.
Brad was standing at the end of the bar. He looked Lefty up and down.
"Well since you got his boots on I guess you finished the job" he said with a grin.
"Yup sure did" said Lefty.
Lefty finished his beer and left the bar. He jumped on the bike and took off for no place in particular.
The guy came out of the bar. He looked up and down the street. Pulled out a cigaret and lit it . The guy had on white sneakers, jeans, Tee shirt, and a tattered denim jacket with the sleeves cut off . The guy was pretty good looking. Had long mustache around his mouth that drooped past his chin. . He walked to the corner of the building and turned down the ally. Lefty followed him .
The thought of homosexuality never entered Lefty's mind. So he could not understand the events of the preceding day. And now he had no idea why he had the urge to follow this guy.
The ally was half as wide as the average street. It was lined on both sides by two story buildings. There was a concrete pad surrounded on three sides by other buildings. There was a garage door and a regular door next to it. The court yard was formed because the building it served was shorter than the two on each side. The kid was unlocking the small door.
"Come on in if you want to fuck" The kid said with out turning around .
The door yielded to his key and the kid disappeared into the building. The door remained open.
Lefty crossed the court yard and entered the building. It was repair shop of sorts. There were all kinds of machines around. Along one wall was a row of motor cycles. The kid must be a mechanic. It appeared he was a motor cycle mechanic. The only light in the room was from the sky lights. The kid was at the refrigerator
"Want a beer?" he asked.
Lefty nodded. The kid pulled out a second beer and handed it to Lefty. Lefty took the bottle and removed the cap. He took a long pull on the bottle. He looked around the shop. Then looked back at the kid.
"You don't look like a biker" Lefty said.
" I tend bar at this straight place" he said "Bikers scare them"
"Its part time when one of the regular bartenders wants a night off" he added.
They sat in silence for a bit drinking their beer. Lefty looked at the leather gear round the place. There were engineer boots . Motor cross boots. Leather jeans, jackets, racing suites.
The kid watched him as he looked around the room.
"Quite a collection " said Lefty
"Yea' said the kid.
They sat in silence as they drank their beer. Both eying each other up and down.
"Where did you get your collection" asked Lefty
"Off the guys who once wore them" replied the guy matter-of-faculty
Lefty picked up a black motor cross boot. He felt the leather and smelled it. The Kid just watched him in silence.
"You got the leather fever" said the kid with a smile.
I chased him and his buddy over a ravine. He had a handle bar through his guts. His buddy's bike peg had gone through his boot and he count get away from the bike. Gas leaked from the tank all over his leathers. I doped a match. Love the smell of burning leather and flesh, the screaming and withering.

 

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The other I stood and watched him die and took his boots. Actually the taking is his boots is what killed him."
"You took the boots off a dying biker" said Lefty surprised
"Yea" said the Kid " a hunter takes the rack from a deer or moose. I take the boots.
"You get off on killing" asked Lefty
" Sure do" said the kid Don't you?" he added
"Never killed myself, but have been there when other guys have done it. But never done it myself" said Lefty lying through his teeth
"Did it turn you on" the kid asked
"Sort of" Lefty replied. "Seemed the cold way the guys accepted their fate stirred me a little.
They calmly stood there and let the guy kill them. Like they knew they deserved it. They seemed to get pleasure out of it. Some had a hard on and some were dripping cum"
"I been doing it for years. I am independent. I will do any one for anybody Do a lot of drug snuff. Snuff guys who owe lots of money or mules who are scraping off the top. I do a guy in one gang one week . Then a guy in the gang who hired me in the first place.
"Don't you have to look over your shoulder all the time" asked Lefty
"No, just figure they will come and get me some day. And like you said I will deserve it. Meanwhile just have fun" said the kid.
"Doesn't seem to worry you" said Lefty
"I just hope the do me good. Maybe let me snuff some guy then take his boots and leather while its still warm from his body and let them snuff me.. Maybe my dick up his ass" said the kid with a smile.
Once again the conversation lapsed into silence. The looked each other up and down and said nothing Left noticed the folds of the leather jeans of the kids crotch move as he got a hard on. The kid realized what Lefty was looking at and started to stroke his crotch. Lefty listened to the leather creak as he did so. Lefty could feel his own dick getting hard. He couldn't believe it.
This is the first time a guy turned him on. He found himself standing up and crossing the room. Before he reached the other side of the room the phone rang. The kid got up and went into the office and answered it.
"Here is you chance to try your luck at snuffing" said the kid as he came out of the office.
"Yea" said Lefty
"Yea got four hits" said the kid "You want to try your luck?"
Yea, sure do" said Lefty excitedly. All ready his hart was pounding and he broke out in a nervous sweat.
They went out side, Lefty didn't realize he has spent the night there. It seemed like the middle of the night. They hitched up a twenty foot enclosed box trailer to the kids van. They drove about a hour south of town. The got off the freeway at a exit that had no services. When the reached the top of the exit Lefty looked around. He saw nothing in any direction. The kid turned right they passed a cell phone tower which seemed to be the only sign of civilization here. About a mile down the road Lefty saw a abandon gas station hid from site by a clump of cactus. Behind the station were about ten bikers
Dawn was just breaking.
They proceeded on foot about a half mile farther down the road. When they got to a dip in the road. The dip was more than just a dip. It looked like a wash about two miles across. There in the middle was a one room cabin. The group surrounded the place. The kid and the one who appeared to be the leader kicked in the front door. Four bikers lay on the dirt floor in sleeping bags. They all sat up with a start reaching for their guns. Realizing they were surrounded they backed away from their weapons and raised their hands.
"You got us boys" said one
One of the ten went around and collected the guns.
Who squealed? asked the leader
"Blondy" replied the other leader pointing with his gun.
The guy was in his mid twenties . He was about six foot and of course had blond hair . He was slim and had on leather jeans. His boots and leather jacket were on the ground next to his bed roll.
Blondy just realized he wasn't going to get to spend the ten grand he has in his saddle bags.
He would be turned over to the other three to be executed.
"Well lets get this over with" he said pulling on his twenty inch tall harness boots. He stood up and slipped into his leather jacket. The rest did the same.
When they all had their jackets on the stood in a group in the middle of the cabin.
The three had on tall engineer boots. Leather jeans and leather jackets
"Ok guys you know the routine.
There was a old wood burning stove in the corner of the room. One of the ten brought in some branches and stared a fire in the stove. The three use each others back to sign the titles of their bikes. The bikes would taken and sold for parts. The titles haded over to the kid, the three grouped around the stove and emptied their pockets of all personal items into the stove. The opened their wallets removing any identification and dropping it individually into the fire so all identification was burned. When the fire was going good they dropped in the empty wallets.
When they were done the moved to one side of the room and Blondy went to the stove and did the same. He returned to where he was standing and faced his former buddies pulling on his leather ranch gloves. He pulled the cinch string tight around his wrists.
He looked them in the eyes and nodded
Two of the three took their place on each side of Blondy and grabbed his arms.
"Tie his hands and all three can do him at once" said the leader of the ten.
The two let go of Blondy. The looked at each other no one had any rope.
"The lacings of my jacket" volunteered Blondy
The took the lacings from the waist band of his leather jacket. Blondy put his hands behind his back and they tied his writs together. He flinched as the skin of his writs got caught in the knot of the lacings. They had tied them real tight. . He stood and faced his former buddies.
One reached into the upper pocket of Blondy's leather jacket and extracted a pair of brass knuckles.
"Aw shit" said Blondy. " I was hoping you would fuck up my face"
Some of the ten offered the other two pairs of their brass knuckles.
Once again they faced each other almost reluctant to make the first move.
Then the leader of the three moved forward and the other two were a half a step behind. Blondy back up till he felt the wall against his back.
The first blow was in the gut. He tried to double over but they held him in place. Then it happened A fist caught him right in the mouth He felt his head snap back and hit the stone wall of the cabin. There were more blows to the face he kept banging his head on the stone wall. The pain was almost unbearable but he never let out a yelp. He felt himself sliding down the wall. He could hear his leather jacket scrap on the stones. Down on his knees doubled up is when some ones steel toed boots caught him in the mouth. He felt all his teeth break. More and more kicking. Then another boot broke his nose. He spit a mass of blood and teeth onto some ones boot. Another kick to the head and things went black.
The shock of water brought Blondy back to reality. He opened his eyes to find him self on the dirt floor of the cabin laying in a pool of mud. There was a smell of urine. Then he realized it wasn't water the brought him too. They had pissed on him while he was out . He tried to sit up and found much to his surprise his hands were free. He moved to a sitting position. He took inventory of the damage to his body. The sleeves of his leather jacket were ripped from the body of the jacket . Blood ran from his mouth and dripped on his leather shirt. The zipper on the front of his jacket was ripped open.
He felt like he had a few broken ribs. His leather jeans were torn at the left knee. He spit some more blood on his own boots . He gritted what was left of his teeth as they hoisted him up to a standing position. The zipper pockets of his leather jacket were ripped.
A hand was extended and a smashed Marlboro box with a several joints in it was offered to him. He took one realizing it was his box. He put it to his swollen lips and some one offered a lite. He tried to take a deep drag but what ever was broken in his chest area prevented him from deep breaths.
He stood leaning on the stone wall of the cabin as he took a few more drags on the joint. He began to feel less pain. They had done him good. One of his eyes was swollen shut. Through his good eye he saw dark forms approaching. He saw the glint of shinny steel. The dark forms covered him. He felt the cold steel pop through the remnants of his leather jacket Made from heavy leather it offered some resistance to the knives but not much. He felt the burning sensation as the there knifes tore at his insides. Time and time again they were pulled out and thrust back in with a vengeance. The dark forms back away. He was doubled over still leaning against the wall. His arms were folded against his waist. Three pearl handled knifes protruded from his chest. Massive amounts of blood oozed from his wounds flowed over his fore arms. It saturated the crotch of his leather jeans and dripped off his knees on to the toes of his boots . He took one last look at his former buddies as they watched him bleed to death .

 

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He felt himself getting weaker. He slipped to his knees. He toppled over burring his face in the piss soaked dirt. The handle of the knives touched the ground and the weight of his body drove them farther into his body. His leather creaked as his body did its death convulsions. He then relaxed and his piss leaked out of the crotch of his leather jeans and seep into the all ready soaked earth.
The kid gave Lefty a gun
Lefty took the gun and pointed it at the pile of leather on the ground He fired all nine shots into the body He watched as the body jerked with each impact of the bullets. He stood there with the smoking gun in his hand He realized he has just cumed in his leather jeans and had never touched him self.
Two of the three each grabbed a arm of the dead biker and dragged his body out to the van. The third picked up the boots feet and they threw the lifeless body onto the floor of the van. They got into the van and used the body for a seat. They were off to their execution.
Reaching the kid's cycle shop the prisoners were handcuffed as they exited the van.
"Its going to be a while. It's hot and the air conditioner don't work you might be more comfortable with your jackets off. The took off their jackets and he cuffed each one to a steel post. The could stand up or sit down by sliding up and down the post.
Lefty sat and stared at the captives.
The leader spoke "You ever touch a man"he asked
Lefty shook his head no
"You know you can do what you want with us" said the Leader.
"If you have carnal desires you can have one of us" added one
"No, you are just trying to escape" said Lefty
"Not now" said the Leader "Our biker code of honor compels us to face our execution. We cheated and were caught and we must die. The code also says you can do to us what we did to Blondy. The only thing the code does for us is we are to die with our boots and colors on. After were dead you can take our colors or what every else you want.
The wallets we burned this morning were made from other guys jackets. We cut the leather out of their jackets after we killed them and took their drugs. Said one
In my inside jacket pocket is a joint pouch. It came from a guys scrotum and he wasn't dead when I took it."
Lefty was confused by the frankness with which they spoke knowing they would be dead in a few hours. It didn't seem to bother them. They were ready to have sex with a man. Lefty had a hard time comprehending this.
Lefty got up and went over to the leader. The leader got to his feet. Lefty press his body against the leader.
The kid looked at the clock it was one am. He got up and walked over to the dozing bikers. He kicked the leaders boot with his. The guy looked up at him and said nothing.
"Its time to meet our maker" he said out laud as he struggled to his feet. The others did the same.
Lefty watched as the Kid put a heavy chrome spiked dog collar on each of the victims. They were the kind you use to control a attack dog. The tines of the collar pointed in. There was a padlock to prevent the victim from taking it off. He chained one collar to the next till he had all the prisoners joined together by a chain.
He lead the victims out the back door to the van. They picked up the body of the dead biker and continued across the courtyard to plating plant. The door to the plating plant was unlocked. He walked right in like he owned the place.
As they walked through the plant Lefty noticed several tanks and a trolley system over head. The track seem to dip down from the ceiling above each tank. So what ever was attached to the track would dip in the tank.
The kid lead the parade to the far said of the plant to where the track system seemed to start.
He positioned each of the bikers under the track system. He took the chain from each of the collars and fastened it to a hook on the track. He took the cuffs off each of the bikers.
"Want to put your jackets on before I tie your hands" asked the kid
Each of the bikers put their jackets on for the last time . The placed their crossed wrists behind them and the kid duct taped them together.
The bikers watched as he walked over to a control board.
"Got any last words" asked the kid
"No, get on with it" said one of the three.
The kid pushed a green button. Some where in the plant a big motor started to wine to life.
The kid left the panel and walked to each biker and opened his leather jeans fly. He pulled out their dick and balls
After what seemed like a long time he pushed a second green button . The track started to move. The chain attached to the track tugged at the dog collars. The bikers started to walk along with the moving track. After about fifty feet the biker in the lead realized what was about to happen. He started to struggle with his bonds. Wide eyed he was about to say something when the track with the hook attached lifted him off his boots and into the air. There was a crackling sound as the dog collar pierced his throat and crush is Larix cutting off any sound of protest he was about to utter.
"Isn't strange, no matter how cool you are, at the last minute you struggle. Must be reflect action." said the second biker as he followed the trolley.
The last two followed their buddy ten feet behind. They walked to their death like they were strolling to get on their bikes Just before lift off point the second biker turned and said
"So long Wes see you in hell"
Save a place for me be right behind you" said the third
The second was lifted off his boots and started a gargling sound as he did his death dance. Sure enough he tried the resist death too. Struggling to get his hand free.
Ten feet later the third was pulled off his booted feet.
Lefty watched as each biker did his involuntary struggle to get free Each of the bikers boots thrashed about in a desperate effort to find firm ground. They tugged and yanked at their bonds.
He was also amazed that each one got a raging hard on . Their dicks standing straight up .
The struggling got weaker and weaker. The middle one had succeeded in freeing his hands but was too week to do any thing. He arms hung limply at his side. Lefty listened as the throbbing cocks taped against the biker leather jeans. He watched as volumes of whit cum flowed over the heads of the dicks and down the thick shafts. It ran down the pant legs and dripped off the boots of the now dead bikers . Soon equal volumes of piss flowed the same way.
Lefty didn't remember un fasting his fly or getting his dick out all of a sudden he realized he was jacking off.
"Save it' said the kid as he pushed the stop button.
"But I am so hot. I got to fuck something.
Lefty stood there with his dick hanging out
The kid walked over to the hanging bikers. The still had some form a hard on. He started licking the dicks like one would lick a ice cream cone.
"That is sick" said Lefty
The Kid went to the body on the floor. He grabbed a hand full of leather jacket at the collar. He lifted the body up on a table. The knifes in the chest of the biker clanked as they hit the steel top of the table. He took his own knife and cut the leather jeans. He proceeded to fuck the biker in the ass.
Lefty could not understand his obsession with the dead biker. He still had a raging hard on.
The Kid cumed in the bikers hole. Lefty over come with desire took the kids place
He savagely fucked the dead biker not once thinking of what he was doing. He lay on the biker with his cheek resting on the leather clad back of the biker. He was exhausted and had not cumed yet He slowly moved his dick in and out of the limp hole. He kept burying his nose in the back of the bikers leather jacket smelling the leather .
He didn't notice that the Kid has left.
The kid returned with another chain. Lefty lifted himself off the body and pulled his dick out
He helped the Kid slip the chain under the arms of the biker. They both hoisted him up to the trolley. There the biker hung limply but the chain across his chest and under his arms.
The kid pushed the green button again. Lefty watched as the trolley continued on its path. He watched as the trolley dragged the biker he just fucked across the floor. He listened to scraping sound the leathers made as the body was dragged. Lefty went over to where the track started down its first dip. Lefty's eyes were glued to the body of the first biker. Vapor started to rise as the bikers boots entered the liquid in the tank. Lefty watched as the boots disappeared under the liquid. First the boots, then the knees, then the crotch, the chest, and finally the head. The more body that entered the liquid the thicker the vapor. A hissing sound accompanied the vapor. The dog collar disappeared under the surface. When it emerged it was empty. The same process was continued for the other three bodies .
Lefty woke up the next morning between the Kid's legs with the side of his face resting on the Kids dick. Both only had their leather jeans on. Lefty woke the Kid as he sat up in the bed. Dried cum matted his beard. It was then he discovered the collar. It was the same type the three bikers wore.
The Kid produced a gun from under the pillow.
"What's this?" asked Lefty
"It's protection" said the Kid "I always kill the guys I fuck.

 

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Lefty got out of the bed. He sat in a chair and pulled his boots on stuffing his leather jeans in the tops. Put on the leather shirt he took from the saddle bags o f the biker he shot. He put on his leather jacket. He stood and wiggled his toes in his boots . He stroked the leather sleeves of his jacket. There was some cum on his right sleeve He licked it off smelling the leather
"Well I got my boots jeans and jacket on and a nice shirt from a dead guy Guess I am ready to live up to the biker code." said Lefty
He turned and walked towards the door. Reaching the door he turned around to see the kid still standing there un moved
"Well lets go get me dead" he said
The two left the cycle shop and crossed the courtyard and enter the plating shop. Lefty crosses to the same place where the three bikers met their end. He hooked the chain up to the trolley as the kid started the motor . He pulled on his leather gloves and snapped one handcuff over the sleeve of his leather jacket at his writs. He placed his hand behind his back and snapped the other cuff home.
The Kid pushed the second button. The trolley started to move. Lefty walked along with the trolley
"Nice setup you got here" said Lefty as he walked. "Real easy to get rid of the bodies"
"My brother is in Texas and has access to a crematorium." Said the Kid " Some times the guy isn't dead when he puts him in the oven,
"Well its about time" said Lefty as he reached the point where the trolley started its upward trip
"Hey thanks for a good time" said Lefty
It was the last thing he said, The trolley lifted him off his boots . The collar crushed his Larix and cut off his voice. He struggled like the others As the Kid watched him the trolley stopped Lefty kept on struggling and making noises.
The Kid turned around. It was his brother
" Guy" the Kid said happy to see his brother " What brings you here."
"You Wes" said Guy.
"Well I guess if he has to be some one best be you." said the Kid.
"Let this guy finish then we will get to me" said the Kid
The stood and watched Lefty continue to struggle. Slowly he got weaker and weaker. Finally he just hung there and twitched. Then piss started to drip off Lefty's boots .
"Help me get him down" said the Kid
"Why asked his brother.
"I want to die with his gear on" said the Kid
Guy did as his brother asked Wes took off his own gear and started to put on Lefty's gear He slowly slipped his legs into the leather jeans. He felt the cold piss against his skin. He stood up and felt Lefty's warm shit against the cheeks of his ass. He finished dressing then Guy helped him put his gear on Lefty. The Kid was getting what he wanted He felt the warmth left in the Lefty's gear. The got Lefty back on the trolley
The Kid put the collar around his own neck and locked the clasp. He fastened the chain to a hook. He turned to his brother. He nodded. Guy pushed the green button and the Trolley stared to move. The Kid walked along just like so many before him. And as before he was lifted off his boots feet. The collar didn't do what it did to the others. He could still breath and talk.
He groaned and gasped . He struggled and his legs flailed. He jerked himself around as much as he could to get the collar to crush his throat. All he got was exhausted. All the struggling in the world didn't help. Finally he hung there. He then realized he was Cummings. It was a great feeling. Greatest climax he ever experienced. He relaxed and let his bladder and colon empty.
Guy watched his brother struggle. It appeared something was wrong. He stopped the trolley.
The Kid continued to struggle. Then he relaxed and he cumed pissed and shit. Guy thought he was dead.
Guy looked at the boots his brother had on. He went over and stroked the leather shaft.
He pulled the boots off and put his own in place on the body. He re started the trolley and as his brother made his way to the acid tank he sat down and put on his new boots. He stood up and stomped his feet down into the boots . He felt a tingle in his feet and it worked its way up to his crotch. He dumped his load in his jeans.
He walked over to the tank to watch his brother enter. Lefty was already up to his chest. He stood there as the vapors engulfed Lefty.
He looked up at his brother. It was then that he realized that the Kid wasn't dead.
The Kid struggled a little. He looked at his brother.
Hoarsely he pleaded "Finish me"
Guy shook his head no "You must take it as it comes" he said
Guy watched as his brothers boots reached the surface of the liquid. Vapors stared to rise as the boot soles reached the acid. The Kid pulled his legs up.
"No use fighting it Wes" said Guy " Its going to happen" The Kid lowered his legs. The Kid gritted his teeth as the acid rushed over the tops of the boots and attached his flesh. The kid squeezed his eyes shut grimacing from the pain. There was involuntary jerking and convulsing as the body sank deeper and deeper into the tank. But not a sound came from the Kids mouth. Guy watched as he disappeared under the surface. He waited till the collar came up empty
Guy was saddened that his brothers death was so hard. But the Kid did get his wish of being snuffed with some other guys gear on .
Guy looked down at his newly acquired boots. He wiggled his toes in them . He left the building got on his bike and headed down the road.
Guy felt no remorse about doing a hit on his own brother. They both knew some one would come for them sometime. I was their way of life. No hit man ever dies of natural causes. He thought of his eventual death. He pictured him self face down with his boots and leather jacket on. His jacket full of holes and blood oozing out from under his body. Or hanging from a tree with is hand tied behind his back with the belt from his leather jacket. He had thought of this many times.
But it will probably be a bullet in the back of the head and dumped in a ditch some where. Everyone has to go and he was ready for it. He smiled and rubbed his cheek on the collar of his leather jacket as he continued towards Abilene.
His real name was Alex Kelly, but everyone called him Colorado. He was borne and raised in Durango. He was hard one been in and out of jail since he was thirteen. He came above everything and everyone else. He woke up with his head resting on some guys chest and some other guy was across his crotch. What light there was, was dim and all he could see was a tangle of bodies. He collected his senses. He was in a over turned buss. He had dozed off and didn't really know what happened. There must have been some accident. The guy laying on his crotch was one of the guards. He managed to get the cuff key from the guards pocket. In a few minuets he was free. He looked around. He seemed to be the only one moving. He crawled over to Steve. Steve always had some kind of weapon. He unlaced Steve's left boot and sure enough there was a crude knife. He pulled him self up on Steve so he could reach his face. He put his hand over Steve's mouth and pushed the knife between two of Steve's ribs. Steve's leg was between Colorado's legs. He felt Steve's leg press against his crotch. Steve would not need the knife any more. He worked his way from back to front making sure everyone was dead. It took him fifteen minutes to make sure every one had gone to their great reward. He helped seven more get there sooner than they expected. He managed to get the emergency exit in the roof open. He couldn't believe there was no lock on it. Once out side he saw what happened. The bus must have blown a front tire and the driver lost control. They came straight down this four hundred foot embankment. Only at the last minuet did the buss turn to the right and roll on to it's side. The slide caused by the buss partly covered the buss. His climb to the road was a difficult one. He put his foot against a rock to push himself up on to the roadbed. His thrust loosed the rock and sent it down the embankment taking others with it. He scrambled onto the road bed almost being sucked down with the falling rubble. The resulting avalanche covered the buss so it could not be seen from the road. He started to walk along the road. He had no idea where he was. He wore military camouflage B.D. U. ‘s . His boots were leather with a twelve inch lace up shaft and a sneaker sole. His pant legs were stuffed in the tops of his boots.

 

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Hiding by day and traveling by night he made his way into New Mexico. Staying on dirt roads and avoiding highways. He had raided some campsites for food. Avoiding the ones with dogs. He also used one of the guards guns he kept to kill a rabbit which he cooked and ate. He was really surprised how successful he was living off the land so to speak. Not having to show his face at a mini market for food was a help.
It had been three weeks since the accident and no one had seen him. He was walking along a deserted mountain road he came across a bizarre scene. There in the middle of the road were two motor cycles. A cycle cop lay face down in the dirt, his black leather jacket and boots glistening in the sun. And a biker propped up against a big rock. The biker was still alive. He has a gut shot. Blood soaked his jeans and was all over his biker chaps. He was pale and weak.
"What happened" asked Colorado
"Making a drug run. Got busted" said the biker between short breaths.
Colorado looked back at the cop then at the biker again.
"I see your just out of the Joint I won't ask details" said the biker I empted my gun in him"
Colorado looked around the area taking in every thing that happened
"I got a change of cloths in the saddle bags on my bike" the biker said pointing to the bike. You can change into them and help me get back to Abilene and I can help you with your problem.
Colorado go up and went over to the cop, picked up the cops gun. He felt the weight of the weapon in his hand. It had been a long time since he felt the power of a gun in his possession. He turned the cop over with the toe of his boot. Stooping down on his haunches with his butt resting on the heels of his boots he searched the cops jacket pockets. He found more cartridges for the gun and he reloaded it. Standing back up, he turned and looked the biker in the eyes. The biker realized what was about to happen. His eyes opened wide in shock but before he could say anything Colorado emptied the gun into the biker with out a word. The biker's body jerked with each impact of the bullets. His leather jacket was riddled with new holes. He grabbed the bikers boots and dragged him to the far side of the road he kicked the body over the edge. He went to the cop pulled his boots off and his leather jacket. Then he did the same with the cops body. Once the cops bike was over the edge he kicked rocks down on it to cover the bodies and cycle. He used the cops leg irons and handcuffs to fasten the jacket and boots behind the bike. He jumped on the bike and rode for a bout three miles. That was sufficient to take the shine off the boots and scuff up the jacket so they didn't look so new.
He stopped by a spring on the side of the road. The water ran down a ditch into a culvert under the road. On the other side the culvert opening was high above the wash bottom. Opening the saddle bags on the bike he found the change of cloths the biker told him about. They were actually dirty laundry. The shirt smelled of the bikers body Oder. He looked deeper into the saddle bags and with luck found a bar of soap. The kind from hotel rooms. This guy wasn't the dirty pig he pretended to be. After he finished changing he sat down on a rock and pulled on the cops boots. He had to let the instep strap out a little to get his foot in. He worked his way down to the place with the water from the culvert hit the bottom of the wash. Standing on a big flat rock he showered washing his new clothes at the same time. When he finished he slipped the cop's dusty leather jacket on. It was a lucky fit. Stepping back under the flow he washed the dust off the leather jacket. When he finished it looked old and well worn. Gone was the spit and polish of the cop. The well oiled jacket and polished boots fit Colorado just right. The only things that remained were some of the man smell of the cop and his badge. He got back on the bike and headed south. He rubbed his cheek on the leather jacket. It was great to feel the confining restraints of a leather jacket again and the wind in you face.
Five years has passed since Colorado's escape. He had been in west Texas ever since. He joined up with a guy named Clint and together the worked their way into the motor cycle gang the biker on the road had belonged to Their main occupation was moving drugs across the Texas and Mexico border.
He added to his wardrobe along to way. He had kept the cops jacket but wore out the cops boots. He took a pair of Wesco's off the body of a biker who's head he caved in, in a bar fight. Then while he was on a solo run. Taking a short cut across a ranch when he ran across two cowboys mending fence. Actually one he had cut on a previous trip. One had on a pair of well worn brown chaps with silver conchos down the flap the covered the zipper. The age of the leather and the wear on the leather is what attracted Colorado. The vest matched the chaps. Colorado took a liking to the cowboys gear and knew they were his. The other had on a pair of silver spurs the jingled as he walked. There was miniature clappers like from a miniature bell that hung from the axle of the Rowel and struck the rowel as he walked causing it to jingle.
The three stood in silence facing each other. Colorado could feel the tension in the air. He was waiting for one to make a move.
"What you doing on this range"? Asked the one in the fancy chaps
"Taking a short cut" replied Colorado.
Colorado kept his eye more on the guy with the fancy chaps. He figured he would make the first move.
"What you staring at"? Asked fancy chaps " You one of them faggots from California?"
"I want your chaps" said Colorado ignoring the faggot comment.
The slur on his masculinity didn't matter as Colorado all ready made up his mind that this cowboy would be dead real soon.
They stood there again in silence for about a minute. Then fancy chaps made his move.
"They aint for sale" Said the cowboy "Now get off this ranch" he added
"Who said I was going to buy them?" Said Colorado
"You will have to take them of my dead body" said the cowboy "
"Good thing you got your boots on because that is exactly what I intend to do" said Colorado
The cowboy looked down at his boots then his chaps. He looked back at Colorado.
In the time he was looking at his boots Colorado had pulled his gun from inside his jacket.
He realized that he maybe was about to die. All the talk of him dying with his boots on my just come to pass. But he wasn't about to back down.
The cowboy grabbed for his gun even though Colorado all ready had his gun out.
"Ok" said Colorado squeezing the trigger if his colt.
The gun bucked in his hand and a hole appeared in the cowboy's shirt. He grunted with the impact of the bullet and staggered a little backward. He covered the hole with his leather gloved hands like he was trying to stem the flow of blood.
But it was no use. Blood ran between the fingers of his glove. The gun bucked two more times and two more holes appeared higher up on the guys chest. He staggered forward a little like he was leaning into a heavy wind and the gust suddenly stopped. His knees bent and he dropped heavily to his knees. With a look of disbelief he fell face down in the mud with a splash.
"Well cowboy, start digging your grave" ordered Colorado.
"Clint always said someday Luke's crocodile mouth would overload his humming bird ass" said the other cowboy picking up a shovel.
Colorado sat with his but on the saddle of his bike and his booted feet crossed in front of him. He watched as the cowboy dug two graves. He listened to the spurs jungle as the cowboy pushed the spade into the soft earth with his boot. The ground was soft sandy soil and digging was easy .
When the digging was done he faced Colorado.
"How do you want it" asked Colorado
"Quick," said the cowboy
They stared at each other for a minute or too. The cowboy noticed Colorado eying his spurs.
"Since your going to kill me can I ask you to do some thing" said the cowboy swallowing hard
" Let my horse go, he'll find his way home and if you like my spurs, Take them but burry me with my boots on"
"What about him?' said Colorado nodding towards the dead cowboy
"Bury him face down, the sign of a ass hole. He got us both killed" said the cowboy with disgust.
"With bikers we cut his dick off and stuff it in his mouth" said Colorado with a smile.
The cowboy smiled.
"Some times before the guy is dead" Colorado added
The cowboy's smile fadded.
"Ok strap on your rig" said Colorado
He watched as the cowboy belted on his gun and holster. He buckled the strap at the bottom of the holster to secure the holster to his leg. Usually this was a rawhide thong. When done the cowboy look at Colorado straight in the eye.
"Go for it when your ready" said Colorado
The cowboy stood poised with his hand over the ivory grips of his gun. After a moment grabbed for his gun even though he knew it was futile. Colorado waited till the cowboy's gun cleared leather. He fired twice into the guys chest.
Two bullet holes appeared in the guys leather vest. The impact caused him to stagger backwards . The cowboys gun fired into the ground. He took two weak steps forward and fell face down in the mud his gun fired one more time. There was no pain yet he lay there realizing he had a hard on. He could feel dampness on his dick. He wondered if it was from the mud he was laying in or was he pissing in his pants.
He didn't care right now he was so tired. He figured he would lay here for a while and rest. It would wash off any way later. He gave into his weary ness, closed his eyes and slipped into the dark.
Colorado sat sideways on his bike with his boots crossed at the ankles smoking a cigarette. The watched the cowboys bodies twitch and jerk as they finished dying.

 

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Colorado finished the cigarette, flicked it into one of the graves and walked over to the horses. He removed the cowboy's rain slicker from the back of his saddle. He checked both sets of saddle bags for anything he might want. He removed the rope from the other cowboys saddle . Then removed the saddle from the horse. He laid the slicker flat on the ground next to the cowboy and put his saddle in the bottom of the grave. He took the cowboy's boot and removed the spurs one at time. He was oddly aware of the noise the cowboys boots made as he dropped them back in the mud. He then rolled the body on it's back on top of the slicker. He crossed the cowboys arms over his chest with the gun still in his hand. He closed the slicker over the cowboys face and dragged him into the grave and left him with his head resting on his saddle. He placed his hat on his chest. And filled in the grave.
He went to the second cowboy and unbuckled the chaps from the guys legs. He took the leather vest off too. He rolled the guy on his back and unfastened the last buckle. He pulled the chaps off and tossed them over the fence. He opened the guys fly and fished out his dick and balls.
"Your balls weren't that big" he said softly
Colorado straddled the dead cowboys body. He opened his own fly and fished out his dick. He stooped down and opened the cowboys mouth. Standing up he pissed on the guys face and in his open mouth. Kicking his mouth closed with his boot he stepped to the side of the body . He rolled the guy back on his belly with the toe of his boot. With the toe of his boot he lifted the buys booted feet and slipped the rope around the guys ankles. He dragged the body in the grave and let it fall unceremoniously face down in the hole. He picked up the guys gun. Jumping down in the grave he got out his knife. Cutting the seam of the cowboys jeans at the crack of his ass. He took the cowboy's gun and shoved the barrel in the guys rectum. He got back out of the grave and kicked all the dirt back in the hole. The burying detail done he sat on the side of his bike. He buckled on his newly acquired chaps and slipped on the leather vest. The fit rather well he thought, rubbing his hands over the brown greasy stained leather that now covered his legs. He walked around in a circle listening to the spurs jingle on his boots. He felt the smooth leather of the vest again. He thought the two bullet holes and the blood around them added character to the vest He got on the bike and was off down the road..
Guy made it back to the club house. It was actually a solid concrete building two stories high. The only building left of the complex that use to be a manufacturing plant. The building being made of concrete and the walls were three feet thick or more was too expensive to tear down. The biker club bought the building for taxes and restored it more or less. It looked better than it did before they got it . This part of the complex was a heat treating section. They would heat metal parts such as gears and shafts to put a hard surface on them. The track system that the part were transported on was still intact when they bought the building. This would be become of great use. It was called THE JUSTICE system
Errant bikers were tried by a biker court and if found guilty were executed. They were impaled on a hook that hung on the track system. The lucky ones died instantly. The unlucky ones didn't. On occasion the track system was set in motion before the biker was dead . The hook with the convicted on it , dead or alive entered the old heat treating furnace and came out the other end clean.
They had offices in this building but the gang had removed all the walls on the ground floor. There was a loft with individual rooms on it. It was part of the concrete structure and had concrete stairs leading up to it. All that was left on the first floor was a safe that was built in the concrete wall of the building. This is were the operating capital of the club was kept. Every one mostly did their own thing but contributed twenty percent to the club. Some times the club did things as a group and everyone shared equally. There were three things the group profited from. One was moving drugs across the sate of Texas. Another was police action of other gangs or clubs and third Disposal. They disposed of guns, cars, bikes, evidence, and of course bodies. Once in a blue moon they generated evidence.
"Looks like Colorado sold us out" said Mike
"Yup sure does" said Guy
"What will we do"asked Wes
"Well they got us way out gunned and way out numbered so we're fucked!" said Guy
"Got that right" said Mike
"Only one thing left to do!" said Guy
"That is?" asked Mike
"Put our boots and jackets on and go down there and Die like men." said Guy
Jeff had been standing at the door looking down the hall. He turned and looked the group
"What do you think they will do to us?" asked Jeff over his shoulder
"Well one thing for sure"said Mike
"What's that?" said Jeff
" There wont be anything left of us to burry" said Mike
"You and Mike will probably get off on this, knowing how you two like to be tied up and jacked off ."said Wes talking to Jeff
"You know all those guys we sent through the furnace?"asked Guy
They all just looked at him
"I think we are going to find out what it was like" he added
Jeff's body was well marked with scars from cigarets and cigar burns. He wore them like tattoos. Mike was retrieved from motel's tied up with large amounts of dried cum all over his leather jeans . Jeff had returned his attention to the door and was looking down the hall rubbing his crotch with his leather gloved hand.
"Lets get it on. I cant wait to shoot my rocks. Love to feel my cum running down inside my leather jeans into my boots " said Jeff over his shoulder.
"Thanks for sharing that" said Guy
"Here comes one!" said Jeff
"Let's take one out for old time sake before we go down there" said Jeff
`As the biker passed the door Jeff pulled him into the room. He pressed the guy against the wall. He pressed his lips over the guys mouth and forced his tongue in the guys mouth. The guy was in shock, his eyes wide open. Jeff then pulled a knife from his boots and calmly moved the knife across the guys neck from left to right . The other three crowded around Jeff each thrusting their knifes into the doomed biker. The guy stiffened and grunted as each knife did its fatal damage to the guys throat and vital organs. Jeff felt the body convulse as the blood ran down the front of both their leather jackets. He stopped struggling. He removed his lips from the bikers and felt the warm breath of the biker as he exhaled for the last time. He listened to the guys leather creek as the body relaxed. He let the biker sink to the floor. The boy appeared to be around nineteen years of age. They wiped their knifes clean on his leather jacket,
"Hey you gonna leave that rubber rain jacket? Asked Wes
"Yea" said Guy "it don't rain in Hell'
Wes took the rubber jacket from the hook. He turned it inside out He took his leather jacket off and the jean shirt and put the Rubber rain jacket on then put his leather jacket back on. He snapped the jacket just like a shirt .

 

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"Feels good next to the skin" said Wes
Guy slipped on his leather jacket and zipped it part way up. He had on the boots he took from his brothers body. The four walked down the hall towards the stairs. They were greeted halfway down the stairs by Colorado's gang. Most were busy rifling through saddle bags of parked bikes looking for loot. The last four didn't care much about their bikes being looted as they wouldn't need the stuff any more. They were surrounded and led to the middle of the room.
Colorado walked in a circle around them eying them up and down. Returning to the front he stopped.
"Well you are the last of the club" said Colorado triumphantly.
"The last of the boys do go down in flames"
"Cut the bull shit" said Guy " and get this execution over with"
"Yea we know were as good as dead. Let's get on with it so we can rejoin out brothers." said Jeff.
The ones going through the saddle bags dropped what they were doing and came over for the kill. This is what they lived for. The doomed four could see rock hard dicks in the jeans of their executioners. They got off on this.
"You going to do all of us at once?" asked Wes
"Nope" answered Colorado " One at a time so you can watch you buddies die.
"Biker Rules" said Guy
"What biker rules?" Asked Colorado
"Un written law. You can have our bikes, our belongings. You can fuck us, cut us anything but you can't take out boots or leathers. We must be executed and disposed of with our boots and leather jackets on." explained Guy
"What about colors?" asked one of the bikers
"You cut them off the jacket after we're dead" said Wes
"Agreed" said Colorado
Club Colors, the gang coat of arms or insignia, was collected by rival gangs off the dead like early Indians scalped the dead. Also in some cases the dead bikers scrotum was removed to make a tobacco pouch. Most of the time the guy was not dead when his nuts were cut off.
"Ok now that's settled lets get on with it" said Jeff stepping out in the middle of the room " Me first"
Colorado's men gabbed Jeff by the arms. He fought them off. The seams of his leather jacket ripped at th top of the sleeves. He kicked the last one in the nuts and he fell to the floor Standing alone his jacket a mess breathing heavy from the fight
"I said I was ready I don't need fifty ass holes to push me" Jeff said wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth
Some one threw a rope over one of the rafters. Jeff knew what they intended to do and pulled the side laces from his leather jacket.
"Here use this to tie my hands" he said coldly
One of the bikers took the leather laces from Jeff and Jeff put his hands behind his back for the biker to tie . There was no use in resisting. The biker tied them tight catching Jeff's skin in the knot. Jeff flinched at the pain . Another went through Jeff's pockets dumping what was in them on the floor. He felt down Jeff's leg and before he got to his boots Jeff said
"There is a good knife in the right one" He found Jeff's knife. He looked Jeff in the eyes
"Yup, it's sharp" said Jeff with a smile "I just finished off one of your buddies up stairs with it."
The guy stroked his leather sleeve with the side of the knife like he was sharping it.
First one side then the other as Jeff watched him
"Go ahead, try it out it's yours now." said Jeff
The biker looked around the room
"Try it on me" said Jeff spreading his legs apart for a firm stance.
"Just don't hit anything vital that might keep me from the noose"
The biker took the knife and thrust it in to Jeff's belly. Jeff stiffened as the knife penetrate his leather jacket. It went in up to the hilt. The biker twisted it around tearing up Jeff's intestines. Jeff grunted and clenched his teeth against the pain.
"Notice how easily it penetrated my leather jacket? He added through clenched teeth "How easy it sliced up my insides. Keep it sharp"
He pulled it out and wiped it on Jeff's sleeve.
"That's ok I wont need my guts any more" said Jeff as he looked at the blood oozing from under his jacket and down the front of his jeans.
"I have been told you get a great climax when your hung" said Jeff
The noose was about 5 feet from him. He walked over to it and slipped his head in the noose.
"Let's see" said one of the bikers
He opened the fly on Jeff's leather jeans and pulled out his dick. It was already getting hard. Two guys on the rope started to pull. Jeff instinctively raised up on his toes. There was a crackling noise as the rope crushed his wind pipe. He started to get a panic look on his face and his air was cut off. He began to yank and tug frantically at the leather bonds that tied his hands. His booted feet search for firm ground. At one time his knees drew almost up to his chest. His leathers were creaking as he continued his frantic struggle. His face started to turn blue. His mouth opened and his tongue was swelling. His eyes bulged in their sockets. His dick was rock hard and pulsing. His struggling reached a frantic pitch then became more and more weaker till his body relaxed. His legs dropped straight, toes pointing towards the floor. His arms stopped struggling against their bonds.
Cum erupted from his dick splashing on the front of his leather jacket. Then oozed over the head of his dick to flow down the rock hard shaft. Then bright yellow pissed followed. The fluids rand down the front of his leather jeans to drip off the tips of his boots. Again his leathers creaked as his body twitched and jerked its death twitches. His lifeless body twisted around. There was no wind just the rope stretching. When his back reached Guy he could see Jeff's bloody hands where the leather thongs cut deeply into his wrists caused by his naturel struggle to get free. Blood dripped off his fingers.
The two bikers let go of the rope and Jeff dropped to the floor with a heavy thud. He lay there in a black leather heap disturbed by an occasional twitch.
"Throw him in the back of the truck. We'll dispose of them in the desert where the coyotes can feed on them" Said Colorado
"No" shouted Guy with force
" I suppose you got a better Idea" replied Colorado
" We have sent many a biker through the furnace. It is only fair that we be done away with the same way." said Guy
"Show us how it works" ordered Colorado
Guy went over to the table and picked up four over sized meat hooks from a slaughter house. Only the points have been ground down to a sharper point.
He took and put the eyelet of the hook on another hook attached to the trolley system The track of the system went from floor level in a spiral to two four inch thick steel doors.
"You impale you victim on these hooks. Usually through the victims back so the Hook passes out the front. The track passed through a slot in the doors which allows the hooks inside the furnace to move to the other end. When the body gets up to the doors the sensor will open them. The inside of the furnace is about five thousand degrees. Every thing burns and the hook comes out the other side clean. The first thing to happen is the waxes and oils in what ever leather they guy is wearing starts to melt and sizzle. Then starts to burn. Any metal such as zippers or belt buckles fall to the bottom of the furnace and melt into a pool. You don't have to strip you victim. He can go just as you killed him." Explained Guy "Of course if he isn't dead before you put him on the hook there is a change he will make it to the furnace before he is dead."
Wes and Mike picked up Jeff's body holding him up under his arms. The carried him dragging his boots on the floor. Reaching the hook they turned his back to the hook and getting a firmer grip they started to lifted him up and dropped him on the hook. The sharp point of the hook ripped through the leather jacket and into his back and out the front just as Guy explained. They let go of the body and it sagged on the hook. Some one cut the bonds on the wrists and the arms dropped to the sides.
"This button ignites the gas jets" said Guy as he pushed the button
There was a muffled boom then the roar of what sounded like a jet engine
"The track will not start to move till the furnace reaches the right temperature" explained Guy
Colorado and his gang looked over the system
"You got four hours to execute the rest of us then the track will be ready to use" added Guy .
"Who's next?" Inquired Colorado
Mike saw one of the bikers had found his sword. He figured it would be a righteous way to die to executed with his own sword. Mike walked towards the edge of the circle of men the surrounded the last three. They parted as he got close but watched him closely.
"You guys ever do it dogy style" said Mark as he approached the workbench
He picked up a quart of thirty weight oil. Laying next to it was a old world war two bayonet. He picked it up. The band of bikers jumped back two steps and tightened the grip on their guns. He slowly took the bayonet and inserted it in to the front pockets of his leather jeans. They were leather copies of five pocket wrangler jeans.

 

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The bayonet cut the cloth bag that formed the pocket. Setting the knife back down he opened the quart of oil. He poured half in each pocket. He felt the cool oil run through the slits he just made in the pocket liners. He rubbed his crotch to make sure his balls and dick were covered and well lubricated in his jeans. He felt the oil run down the inside of his legs to his boot tops. Most went in his boots and he felt it soak into his dirty socks all the way down to his toes. Some ran over the shaft of his boots to form small pools on the floor around his heels. He walked over to the log leaving oily boot prints in his wake.
No one ever knew where the log came from or why it was here. It was about three foot in diameter. It was used mostly as a chair. Most guys sat on it like they sat on their bikes. Mark straddled it like he was just going out for a ride
"Ok" he started " Any one done a beheading before?" everyone just stared at him
"You with the big butter knife" Mark said motioning to the guy who held his big sword. " Bring it over here"
The guy crossed the room to stand beside Mark. He slipped and almost fell on the oil that was still leaking from Mark's boots.
"Your mission, should you decide to accept it is to take the butter knife and wack off my head as cleanly as possible" he explained.
He showed him how to hold the sword and how to swing it so that the weight of the sword did all the work. There was another biker with a fencing type sword.
"Your job is to prick me in the ribs as his sword comes down. If you do it right I should raise my head and collide with his sword coming down. This should cause a clean severance and I should not feel too much" said Mark.
Satisfied that everyone knew his he leaned forward, resting his chest on the log, he scooted his body down till his head hung off the end of the log with his shoulders still on the wood. He then started to ride the log like a race horse.
He hugged the log with his leather gauntlet gloved hands. Rubbing his hard dick on the log he felt himself start to climax. Increasing the furry of his simulated ride signaled the executioners time was at hand. He felt the flood of pleasure as his cum exploded into the slimly leather jeans that encased his dick. Closing his eyes he pictured the white fluid mixing with the honey color of the motor oil. He was the best climax he had in a long time and he tried to savor it. He was brought back to reality by the sharp pain in his side as the sword penetrated his leather jacket to stick in his ribs . Instinctively he arched his back raising his head. There was a thump on the back of his neck and things went dark. He ceased to feel the exquisite pleaser of his climax. He felt his head hit something and he felt alike throwing up. What he was feeling was sea sickness. He opened his eyes. Before him lay a headless body on a log. The long leather sleeves of the leather jacket reflected light as the fingers of the hands twitched. The knucks of the hands rested on the ground. He saw the silver buckle of the guys engineer boot sticking out from under the leather pant leg. The boot leather was shining form the motor oil that covered it. He was looking at his won body. With in a few seconds darkness descended for ever.
"Cool" exclaimed Wes as he saw piss run down the side of the log to collect in a pool on the floor.
Wes stepped around the guard. "Ok I'm ready" he said What you going to do to me before you finish me off" he asked
"Ever been in the Joint?" asked Colorado
"Yes" replied Wes.
"Ever take it up the ass?" continued Colorado
" No" replied Wes
Wes looked around the room. He had seen jail house lust before and figured what was about to come down. It was no use resisting they were going to fuck him weather he wanted it or not.
" Well I guess its true What goes around comes around" he said calmly. I let some guys have it but they were more co-operative at the time"
They all stared to close in on him. He started to sweat and his mouth went dry.
"Hold on boys!" he said nervously. "We'll all enjoy this more if I am in a Comfortable position. I need something to lay on"
He walked up to Mark's body on the log. He positioned himself behind Mark. Unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his leather jeans he let them drop to his knees. He wore no under ware. He stroked his dick a few times to get it hard then he worked his dick into the crack of Mike's ass and lowered himself on the headless corps doggy style. He felt his dick sink into the still warm dead mans shit. He rubbed his dick between the cheeks of the guys ass feeling the warm shit through the guys leather jeans. He held on using the epaulets of the dead guys leather jacket. He turned his head sideways and laid his cheek on the cool leather of Mark's jacket. The bikers gathered around to watch the spectacle just like they did in jail. Evidently watching this turned on some of the spectators. The knife guy decided he couldn't wait any more. The thought of anything tight around his dick was good enough for him. He got behind Wes and mounded him. He tried to enter Wes but met some great resistance. . Wes naturally tightened his ass hole and resisted which was normal instinct. Wes never done this before and could not relax and let the biker penetrate him. The biker finally was successful in forcing his way in. Wes arched his back and let out a scream of pain. He buried his face in Marks leather jacket and filled his mouth with the leather. His teeth sunk down into the leather. The biker on his back had trouble keeping it in. Wes's natural action squeezed him out like a turd.
Frustrated he took a knife from his boot. He took the tip and jammed it in Wes's hole cutting the muscle that gave him trouble. Mounting Wes again he fucked the bloody hole for all it was worth.
Guy watched as the each biker took his turn. Wes Passed out and his arms dropped down like Mark's
" Aha it's like fucking a bitch on the rag. Blood never damaged your dick" said the first biker with the knife as he started to mount Wes again.
Guy could do nothing for his ridding buddy but stand there and watch as one biker after another ravaged the un conscious Wes. Guy remembered straight guys in incarcerated for long periods attacking other men in prisons but never saw it out side like this. He asked one of the bikers for a smoke. The biker gave him a cigarette. He took a deep drag on the smoke watching them abuse the unconscious Wes.
When they had finished their fun The lifted Wes's head by his hair and slapped him around to reality. Groaning loudly in pain he stood up . Guy was amazed he could even do that. Gritting his teeth Wes pulled up his leather jeans and buttoned the fly. Slowly and with great difficulty he walked to the post leaving red and brown foot prints on the floor. The marker was from a mixture of blood and shit that was leaking from his ruptured rectum. The post was a telephone pole standing on the floor and lashed with chains to one of the steel roof rafters. There was a sand bag wall behind it. The took the belt from his leather jacket and strapped his knees to the post. This would prevent him from sliding down the post as they fired at him. They tied his hands behind him to the post. A rope was found and tied across his chest in the form of a "X" to hold him upright till he was dead.
When they finished the stood back and admired their work. His chin touched his chest. The pool at his feet was increasing. Guy watched as Wes's blood ran over the instep of his Wesco engineer boots. Shinny black blood. They went to their bikes to get more ammunition for their 38's They let him stand like that while they prepared for his execution
Wes came out of the dark ness. He felt some one playing with his chest. He opened his eyes. The biker who jammed the knife in his ass was sticking his tongue in his mouth. The guy had his had on his crotch rubbing his cock through his leather jeans. Wes couldn't believe it. Here he was strapped to a post, about to be shot full of holes, his boots filling up with his own blood and shit and his purple headed yogurt slinger is getting up for one last fling. And responding to a male no less.
"I knew you were a faggot" said the biker as he pressed his lips against Wes's
"I'm not" said Wes "I like to be tied up during sex" he explained
The biker opened Wes's jacket.
" What is with the rain Jacket" asked the biker
"When you sweat or add lube it heightens your senses." Wes explained
The biker went over to the work bench and picked up some more thirty weight oil and returned to Wes. He removed the cover from the plastic bottle and pulled the rubber rain jacket away from Wes's chest. He started to pour.
"Save some for my dick" said Wes weakly.
The biker poured half the quart on to Wes's chest He then pulled Wes's waist band out and poured the rest down Wes's pants. The cool oil flowed over the head of Wes's dick. It was hard now. The guy threw the bottle on the floor. He grabbed a hand full of Wes's leather jacket right about where his nipple was. He massaged the area. The rubber Rain jacket and the leather jacket slid easily around on the oil. With the other hand he massaged Wes's crotch. He pressed him self against Wes's body. He began to kiss him and explore Wes's oral cavity with his tongue.
"If your not queer why are you responding to my touch" asked the biker as he licked Wes's neck on the left side.
"It's like a last meal" said Wes kissing the biker on his neck.
"One last fuck before I die"
"Do you mind Dying with a faggot" said the biker moving over to Wes's right side
"What?" asked Wes's
"When then see what I am doing they are going to blow my guts all over the place" said the biker " I will be just as dead as you in a few minutes"
"Matt!" shouted Colorado
"Here's the end" said the biker

 

[sundy1983]

The biker turned around and leaned against Wes. He slowly reached down to his boot. He pulled out the same knife that he used on Wes. Grabbing the handle with both hands he pointed the tip towards his belly. The blade was at about a forty five degree angle pointing down. With one force full thrust he jammed the knife into his body. The tip ended up in his gut just above his dick. With his belt and waistband of his leather jeans as a fulcrum point he pushed down on the handle. The knife came up through his insides too his rib cage. He turned the knife ninety degrees and slashed to the left and returned to the right. He dropped to his knees and fell on his left side. His leather creaked as his body did death twitches .
Wes was cumming in his jeans when the first biker raised his thirty eight.
Matt hadn't finished emptying his bladder when the first bullet struck Wes in the left shoulder. They fired randomly about a second apart till all three had emptied there thirty eights in Wes's body Bullets torn into his thighs ripping through his leather jeans. The tore through his leather jacket ripping apart his lungs, his belly, his arms breaking the bone in his left arm. So much damage had been done Wes slumped against his restraints and joined Matt in his death twitches the smell of piss and shit filled the air.
Guy stood by as they finished Wes and Matt off. There was some trophy taking. One guy took Wes's scrotum to make a pouch for his Weed.
Guy helped them place the bodies on the hooks. Jeff's head was placed on the hood as it stuck out of his chest. Matt was dropped on his hook and his dick and balls were cut off and stuffed in his mouth. Wes hung on his hook with his dick sticking our of his leather jeans It lost its rigidity and was dripping cum and piss. .
Guy was last. He stood there waiting for them to decide his fate. His leather jacket and jeans were glistening with the blood of his riding buddies. He made sure a lot got on his leathers as he helped hook them..
"Better hurry Colorado, there isn't much time left before that thing starts Better dispose of me quick" said Guy calmly,
"Hook him as he is" ordered Colorado
"Wait!" exclaimed Guy
They thought he was going to beg
"Seems a shame to waste a good pair of boots like these on a dead man" He explained
"Why not trade with me" Guy added
Colorado looked as his own boots he took form the cop they were pretty worn Much more than he thought. There was a hole in the sole. He don't remember that being there. He thought a while
"Ok" he agreed
Guy took off his boots and put on Colorado's he stood up and stomped his feet into the boots.
Guy offered no resistance as they grabbed his arms. They lifted him up and dropped him on the last hook. He let out a scream as the hook tore through his chest to break out the front of his leather jacket and none too soon
The trolley system lurched into motion causing Guy to groan again. The trolley system cured around gaining height The first body to reach the mouth of the furnace was Jeff. The wax and oils in his leathers and boots began to melt. It ran down and dripped off his boots. As he got closer the wax and oils ignited Fire bombs dropped from his boots. His hair burst into flames and soon his who body was on fire. His muscles contracted as the heat increased He disappeared into the flames
Mark next followed by Matt then Wesley Guy held his arm up instinctively to shield his face from the heat. He saw the wax in his leather sleeve catch fire. He looked down at his boots they were on fire too. The pain was too much He Screamed. His arm dropped to his side and his body shook on the hook as he too disappeared into the flames.
Colorado and the three remaining bikers Cheered as Guy screamed. They were High five-ing and slapping each other on the back. Then they noticed the gun.
In all their exuberance they didn't notice the double cross coming down.
"You know all those new hand cuffs you took off those guys?" asked Colorado not expecting a answer
"Why don't you try them on for size? He said
The three bikers did as they were told. They put the cuffs on their own wrists.
‘Assume the position" ordered Colorado
The three got down on their knees all in a row. Walking up to the first one Colorado shot him in the back between the shoulder blades. He fell forward on the floor. The next one fell across the first ones body. Then the third was on top. Then Colorado reloaded his gun and blew the back of their heads off. The pile was a twitching mass of leather. Colorado got on his bike and left . He was free and now one knew what he had done But he still had this strange feeling about the boots he traded with Guy. They sure made his crotch itch when he wore them.
Something was wrong and he knew in the back of his mind he was fucked

 

[hartfordbud]

Great story -- thanks for posting!

 

[metalmachine]

Nice Novel!!!

 

[nooseman]

Awesome. Fucking awesome!!!

 

[Outlawbiker]

I wrote it. I also wrote a series about two gay hit men called DUSTY AND TEX.

 

[leatherdude97]

It's a great epic story. I would not expect less from you. You have the right touch. Exciting, mysterious, and extremely hot!!!!
I'll be posting a few more of mine, but this one sets a new standard.