Outlawbiker
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- Nov 20, 2011
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I found Ben in Dalhart about the same way I found Westley. In a gay bar. I followed him home and once I knew where he lived I went and found a motel.
The next morning I followed him to work. He worked in the parts department for a Harley Dealer. He was just as hot as Westley . I followed him back home at the end of his shift. He went in and changed cloths. He had the same boots as Westley from Oregon but he stuffed his leather jeans in the tops of his boots. Had on a black leather shirt and jacket. He started his bike and then he saw me. He knew his time was up. Gunning the bike he dropped it in to second gear and took off like a shot.
I was right behind him. He headed out east on Route 45 towards OK.
He kept looking down at the gauges. I figured he was running out of fuel. He left the road near the big cattle feedlot and headed down between the pens.
I followed . His bike sputtered and died. He jumped off and fired two round at me. He started to run. I chased him. He fired two more rounds. This boy could hot hit a cow with a snow shovel.
He ran out of breath and stopped leaing on a fence post his chest heaving. His leathers creaked with every breath. I started to get a hard on.
I handcuffed him to a post. I opened his fly. He asked what I was doing. I said every condemned man deserves a good blow job before he dies.
Ben was a screamer. I UN-cuffed him from the post and re cuffed him. I led him to this huge body of ummmm Liquid. It covered at least two acres.
It was a settling pond for all the cow shit and piss to gather and settle to the bottom where after it dried out is was loaded into trucks to be taking to a fertilizer plant to be processed and bagged.
I turned him around and zipped his lather jacket about one quarter the way up.
The edges of the tank were kind of mushy . I made him kneel in the shit and piss soup. I stepped on his but and stood on his back. He was protesting about the smell and how I was fucking up his leathers. I picked up one boot and pushed his head down in the muck. He squirmed and struggled splashing his boots in the shit. Soon he laid still. I stepped off his back and into the shit. I turned his body over with the toe of my boot. He flopped over on his back with a splash. I got the title for his bike , his wallet and any identification out of his pockets. I took about five hundred bucks out of his jean pocket. I check his neck for a pulse. He was dead. Like Westley I cut his dick and balls of and stuffed them in his mouth. I flopped him back over on his belly. I stepped on his butt and stopped down so my butt rested on my boot heals. I removed his club patch the same way I did Westley's I stood up and wiped my boots on the back of his leather shirt that now was viable through the hole in his jacket like he was a door mat.
Two young cowboys rode up on horses. I told them if they forgot what they saw and waited a considerable time I would reward them . They said " I didn't see anything. I handed them the money from the dead bikers pocket and the Title to the bike. I got on my Harley and rode off
I stopped in Tucumcari New Mexico to Fed X over night to the club president
He would put 25K in a fed X envelope the same day and send it to me.
All I can say is Ben's cum had a sweet taste to it.
The next morning I followed him to work. He worked in the parts department for a Harley Dealer. He was just as hot as Westley . I followed him back home at the end of his shift. He went in and changed cloths. He had the same boots as Westley from Oregon but he stuffed his leather jeans in the tops of his boots. Had on a black leather shirt and jacket. He started his bike and then he saw me. He knew his time was up. Gunning the bike he dropped it in to second gear and took off like a shot.
I was right behind him. He headed out east on Route 45 towards OK.
He kept looking down at the gauges. I figured he was running out of fuel. He left the road near the big cattle feedlot and headed down between the pens.
I followed . His bike sputtered and died. He jumped off and fired two round at me. He started to run. I chased him. He fired two more rounds. This boy could hot hit a cow with a snow shovel.
He ran out of breath and stopped leaing on a fence post his chest heaving. His leathers creaked with every breath. I started to get a hard on.
I handcuffed him to a post. I opened his fly. He asked what I was doing. I said every condemned man deserves a good blow job before he dies.
Ben was a screamer. I UN-cuffed him from the post and re cuffed him. I led him to this huge body of ummmm Liquid. It covered at least two acres.
It was a settling pond for all the cow shit and piss to gather and settle to the bottom where after it dried out is was loaded into trucks to be taking to a fertilizer plant to be processed and bagged.
I turned him around and zipped his lather jacket about one quarter the way up.
The edges of the tank were kind of mushy . I made him kneel in the shit and piss soup. I stepped on his but and stood on his back. He was protesting about the smell and how I was fucking up his leathers. I picked up one boot and pushed his head down in the muck. He squirmed and struggled splashing his boots in the shit. Soon he laid still. I stepped off his back and into the shit. I turned his body over with the toe of my boot. He flopped over on his back with a splash. I got the title for his bike , his wallet and any identification out of his pockets. I took about five hundred bucks out of his jean pocket. I check his neck for a pulse. He was dead. Like Westley I cut his dick and balls of and stuffed them in his mouth. I flopped him back over on his belly. I stepped on his butt and stopped down so my butt rested on my boot heals. I removed his club patch the same way I did Westley's I stood up and wiped my boots on the back of his leather shirt that now was viable through the hole in his jacket like he was a door mat.
Two young cowboys rode up on horses. I told them if they forgot what they saw and waited a considerable time I would reward them . They said " I didn't see anything. I handed them the money from the dead bikers pocket and the Title to the bike. I got on my Harley and rode off
I stopped in Tucumcari New Mexico to Fed X over night to the club president
He would put 25K in a fed X envelope the same day and send it to me.
All I can say is Ben's cum had a sweet taste to it.
