THE END OF THE DESERT SNALKES

[Outlawbiker]

THE END OF THE

DESERT SNAKES

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We were at the club house. It was on an old army base just outside if Benson Arizona on the reservation. A good majority of the members were Native Americans. We all acted as reservation police. All of the trespassers on the reservation who didn’t belong there never left. Our favorite pass time was robbing mules going back to Mexico taking the cash back. I would shoot wound them not enough to kill then fuck them while they died or finish them off with my dick up their ass. A lot knew the score and asked to be finished off. The leather shirt came from one guy, the leather jacket from another, Leather Jeans from a third, and boots from a fourth. He only had those two days. They were custom made by a company up in Oregon. They were twenty inches tall. They were made from heavy stiff leather. But like him I am not going to get much wear out of them. We are going to be dead soon. Hope I still got them on then.



Wes, Wade, Cody and I were blasting down I ten when Wade ran out of gas. There were fifteen Desert Phantoms chasing us. We couldn’t leave Wade to face them alone. So we turned and faced our demise. They surrounded us and it too three to subdue us. A gas mask was out over out face and vapors were released. I remember the feel of the smooth rubber against my cheeks and me starting to get a hard on. Then the light went out. When the lights came back on, we were tied up with fifteen other Desert Snakes in our club house.

We were in the missile arming building. I was tied to the legs of an over head crane. There were ropes on my boots holding them against the leg of the crane. They put another rope around my legs holding my knees to the leg. The last rope cross my chest pinning my arms to my side. My belt from my leather jacket was around my neck holing the back of my head against the cold steel of the leg. I use to think it was hot to be tied up this way with my leather jacket on.

I hope you got a hard on



I could see Wesley’s Harley up on the big stand. Wesley’s leather clad body was belly down on the tank. His arms were stretched out and tied to the grips on the handle bars. His boots pulled back and tied to the rear buddy pegs. Two bayonets were jammed in his back. The blades were like handles you could use to pull yourself up and jam your dick in and out of his ass. They had been at him because a mixture of cum, shit and blood oozed out from under his leg to drip down the side of the bike and pool on the floor.



Cody was hanging from the crane hook. Is neck was not broken so he must have strangled to death. He was only a foot off the floor. His hands were tied behind his back and the sunlight filtering through the sky lite reflected off his leather clad arm. A liquid, I assumed to be blood, caused a wet look down the front of his leather jeans and boots and pooled on the floor. I also assumed the head of the uncut dick protruding out of Cody’s mouth was his. I remember when Cody pulled those boots off the dyeing biker out in the desert on the reservation. He got the jacket from him too. The biker said just before Cody finished him off that he had not the boots long. We had a lot of fun at the expense of others and now I guess it’s time to pay.

Wade was bent over a wooden chair back his boots tied to the rear legs of the chair and his writs tied to the front legs, His head rested on the seat of the chair when his back wasn’t arched in pain because some Desert Phantom was slamming his dick in and our of Wade’s ass.

Wade’s boots were new too. He was at a abandon trading post on the reservation. He had the guy up against the wall with his leather clad arm across his throat and a bayonet at the guy’s belly. The guy had his hand clamped tightly around Wad’s wrist. Make sure I am dead before you take my boots he said, He then jerked Wade’s writs toward him guiding the knife into his own guts. He did it five more times. Then his knees buckled and he slid down to the ground. I remember hearing his leather creak as he lay there twitching. The inside of Wade’s legs wad covered in blood and cum. I guess they all had a turn at him. They cut Wade free of the chair and two Phantoms dragged him over to Horse trough. It was a galvanized trough only abut a foot tall. Dex was already in it, He lay there with a huge skinning knife handle sticking out of his leather jacket just about where his heart should be. They thought it would Funny if they positioned the two having sex. They dug out Dex’s dick and then Wade’s and they lowered Wade on to Dex they guided Wade’s dick into Dex’s mouth. Then lowered Wade’s mouth on to Dex’s dick. The display became the urinal for the party. The Phantoms really got off jacking of and pissing on Wade’s cut with the Desert Snake patch on it, The trough had about two inches of piss in it.

Well they finally got around to me, Everyone else had been executed, They all had gone to the big club house in the sky.

When they got to me they had all had their fun, All the bodies had been striped of their valuables and vengeance had been taken out on the bodies. They had enough respect that they left our boots, leathers, and cuts on our bodies. Hold on boys I will go peaceably They led me out into the desert to a tall Saguaro. It had arms and had been around a log time. They backed me up aganst the stately cactus and took rope to tie me to the Saguaro. The rope formed a X across my leather jacket. As they tied the rope tight the thorns of the
Saguaro punched trough my leather jacket and lather jeans. I could feel big Wally getting hard inside my leather jeans. I could feel pre cum seeping out of my dick. They tied my boots to the base of the cactus, Then a rope around my keens. One of the Phantoms noticed my dick getting hard. You get off on the pain from the cactus asked the Phantom. I am thinking that soon bullets will be tearing through my leathers and I will be dyeing like a true biker with my boots on. The biker saw my bulge in my leather jeans. I had reached a full rock hard erection. The biker reached down and started stroking me through my jeans. As he rubbed my dick through my leather jeans he shouted Ready. The group of Phantoms raise their pistols and pointed them at me. I was getting close to climax and he yelled Aim. I reached climax and stared to shoot my load Now I said and the biker leaped out of range and shouted fire. I was enjoying the feeling of my dick spitting out my man seed for the last time The sensation was the best one I ever had.

My ecstasy was interrupted by the loud sound of gunfire and the burning sensation the volley of nine millimeters tore through my leathers and into my chest.

The impact from the bullets cause my body to jerk at the bonds that held it. I could also feel the pain from the cactus thorns in my back. The gunfire stopped when the bikers had empties their nine millimeters in me. My body stopped jerking and if felt myself sag aganst thelf sag aganst the ropes. The rope around my knees kept me from sliding to the ground, I could still hear my leathers creaking as my body did involuntary spasms. My dick was still emptying it self of the last of my man seed, It felt good as it slid down the sides of the shaft. Then I felt the thick paste that oozed between my but cheeks and spread as reached the confines of my leather jeans, Not long after that I felt the yellow liquid gush out the head of my dick which was still sensitive quickly turning cold as it flowed over my balls It continued inside my pant legs down into my boots. I didn’t have socks on and could still fell the boot leather as I wiggled my toes in my boots.

They had dug a big hole in the desert with the front end loader, The Phantoms broke out on pairs loading our bodies into the bucket of the front end loader. Each would take a end, boots and shoulders, swing the body back and forth then at the height of the ark let go tossing the body on top of a previous one. Darkness had come and I stood at the side of the pit. I watched as the loader bucket tipped dumping the bodies in a pile, A pile of boots leather cum piss and shit, I watched as the pushed the dirt back over the pit Leaving us to rot in out leathers,

 

[Outlawbiker]

Any one get off on this ?