leatherdude97
Deviant Killer
- Joined
- Nov 19, 2011
- Messages
- 109
- Location
- Florida
Chase was house-sitting a large home for a friend. He was a trustworthy guy, quite good looking, with his faults, but an obedient, honest, dude who would do anything to help a friend. Life had not been particularly kind to him, full of mistakes and regrets, but he had retained his good body and boyish face. He was twenty-eight but could pass for nineteen or twenty. His friend, unknown to him, was involved in gambling and owed a large debt to a particularly bad dude. The booker’s boss had dispatched a collector named Cole to either collect the money, or to torture and kill the deadbeat.
Chase was sitting back on a leather couch, stroking his already hard cock. He was wearing full black biker leathers and boots, with a gunfighter’s rig containing a 40 caliber western style replica. He was fantasizing about meeting a really hot leathered dominant guy. The large screen TV was on, an old western movie playing on the disc player. The sound was off and the stereo was playing some heavy metal. He liked the older stuff, Metallica, AC-DC, and his favorite; Dokken.
Between songs on his playlist, he could hear the faint hum of the air conditioner, and the refrigerator. These were comforting and reassuring that he was alone, and his involvement in his fantasy was growing. His cock and balls were out of his leather pants, and he was using spit for lube. After four beers, his spit was the right consistency for this purpose.
He was intensely enjoying the fantasy, which was enhanced by the alcohol, and some pot he had found in the coffee table. With his concentration on the task at hand, he remained oblivious to the faint sound of a soft click of the kitchen door lock.
The alarm system was off, so that he could not know that someone else had entered. He was completely into the most erotic part of his fantasy when he began to become aware that he was no longer alone.
Cole had arrived on a sport bike with quiet pipes, so as not to draw any attention. The bike was powder coated flat black, and almost invisible in the dark, especially with its running lights off. Thus equipped, it made for a stealthy arrival and quick departure, once the evening’s work was complete.
Cole slipped the lock on the kitchen door and silently entered. He was wearing a black leather biker jacket and tight fitting Levi’s with boots. He had his Glock .380 semi-auto out and held it straight up as he carefully moved through the kitchen. He could see a dim light, occasionally flickering, indicating that a TV was on in the den. There was also music playing. That was good. The music would mask any sound his leather might make as he moved forward, toward the den.
The TV was a large screen mounted on the wall opposite the doorway. As he took a quick look around the corner to assess the situation, he saw that there was someone seated on the large couch. He retreated into the semi-darkness of the hall. Funny, he thought, the guy looked like he was jacking off, making rhythmic movements that suggested he was deep into the passionate act. He also appeared to be wearing leather. From the angle Cole had of his prey, he was completely geared up. Cole smiled. This would be really fucking cool. He was going to off a dude in full leather. This was an extra, added bonus. Good thing he had thought to bring along some rubbers, because there was no way he was going to leave any evidence. It would be an extra added attraction, to bone his prey, maybe even while he was killing him.
Occasionally, he would have to do some hot stud, and the mere thought of a perfect bodied guy go to waste, angered him. The victim’s life and body would be his. Cole’s cock started to feel warm, and growing in size, anticipating the totally erotic scene about to unfold, all under his control. He eased his gloved hand down to his crotch, which was growing warmer, and massaged his erection slowly and silently.
After a few minutes of this, he decided to make his move. Cole stepped out into the room and stopped in front of the TV. The light of the screen behind him illuminated a fully leathered boy in his mid twenties. He was just Cole’s type. Cole was fifty-six, and very much into young guys. He stopped in front of the TV and aimed his Glock at the young stud who was now feverishly working on his climax. Chase stopped suddenly when he realized that someone was standing nearly in front of him with a piece pointed at his leathered chest.
“Wha--what do you want?” Chase stammered out, trying desperately to understand what was happening. Cole said “You, dude” and slowly moved in front of the boy on the couch. His Glock never wavered in his aim on Chase’s chest as he stepped closer. “Dude, all I want is a good fuck and I’ll let you go” Cole reassured the frightened kid, noticing that the dude’s hard-on remained rigid as steel, that all he wanted was a quick fuck and he would be gone. No harm done.
Chase, staring at the leather jacket and the Glock, said “OK, do me and let me go. You’re sure you won’t kill me, right? I didn’t do nothing to you. I won’t call the cops.” Cole said, with a kind voice, “no kid. You’re too hot to waste”
Cole moved in as Chase raised his legs. Cole pulled his hardened steel rod out of his levi’s with his left hand. After slipping on the prophylactic, he slid his throbbing cock slowly all the way in as he watched the dude grimace and at first resisted, and then relaxed, taking Cole’s cock fully into his willing pleasure hole. Cole held his Glock on Chase and showed his teeth in brutal sexual lust. He very slowly started sliding his tool in and out of Chase’s hole, each time breathing heavily in anticipation of how this was going to end.
Cole thrust his hips, shoving his manhood deep inside Chase, letting him relax and get into the scene. Chase shouted as he blew his load on Cole’s leather. Cole continued pumping his hips and holding back. He was enjoying a slow, comfortable, and very enjoyable fuck. When the kid started to get hard again, Cole figured he might get the kid off twice to his once. Chase‘s body almost involuntarily began to accept the rhythm, and started to raise his hips in renew sexual excitement. In Chase’s mind, he was being fucked by his fantasy lover, never imagining the brutal end he was about to behold.
Twenty five minutes had passed before Cole had reached the point of ejaculation. Chase was right there, at the same point, when they both experienced an explosive climax together. He shot another load on Cole’s leather. Cole’s steel rod slowly retreated out of Chase’s ass. Cole continued to stand in front of Chase, still holding his Glock on him.
Cole straightened up and told the kid to come to him. Chase, hesitant at first, but perceiving no danger, got up from the couch and stood facing Cole, wondering what his next move would be. Cole raised hid left hand and put it around his prey’s neck, pulling him in closer. It was obvious the Cole wanted to kiss him. Cole gradually maneuvered Chases’ body against the wall. Cole pushed into Chase’s leathered body as he enjoyed the scent of this boy’s leathers. “Too bad” thought Cole. “This one would have been a good steady booty call if the contract could be undone.”
“Oh, well,” thought Cole. “A real cryin’ shame.’ He said to the dude, “Well, Mike, you’re time is up. You didn’t pay your debts. So I’m here to collect permanently.” Chase immediately answered “Hey dude. My name’s not Mike.” Cole replied that this was Mike’s house, so he shouldn’t lie to him.
Before Chase could say anything, Cole deep tongue kissed him while pushing him against the wall.
Pressing the Glock into Chase’s leather, he fired three times, all the while locked in a deep kiss with him. Chase looked surprised, eyes wide in fear, but could not utter a sound with Cole’s mouth invading his. Cole looked down to see silver spurts of semen emerge from Chase’s big cock.
Cody used light loads for less noise and muzzle flash. His point blank shots burned the leather where the muzzle flash occurred, making for easy entry of the fully jacketed bullets he always used. The exit bullet holes in Chase’s back were clean and round, bursting small holes through the leather. He held Chase’s dying body up against the wall; dry humping him as the light slowly left his eyes. Chase’s lip were parted showing his teeth as his body slowly slid down the wall, leaving a trail of blood where each of the bullets has exited his back, revealing the three bullet holes in the wall behind him. Chase’s body slumped into a pile of leather. Cole took Chase’s head by his long hair, and lifted it. He put one last bullet hole in Chase’s forehead. His “just to be sure” shot.
Cole policed the area, recovering his brass and digging his bullets out of the wall. Then, with his assignment completed, he left in the same manner in which he had arrived, retracing his steps back to his bike. In seconds, he was a mile away.
Unfortunately, when the boss got the news that Cole had offed the wrong dude, the house sitter and not the target, he found himself at gunpoint in the boss’s office. Thick builder’s plastic had been placed on the carpeted floor and walls. This time, it was the boss himself who did the job on Cole. Cole got it, in full leathers, rock hard cock, with three shots from the boss’s .357 magnum revolver. The big jacketed bullets knocked Cole’s body back until he hit the wall. His leather jacket had three large bullet holes in it. Then with another semi-auto the boss put a .32 caliber bullet hole between his eyes. Cole’s body involuntarily ejaculated inside his leather pants, his life juice slowly oozing down his right leg, and the intense heat in his groin.
Cole dropped over face first, dead in his tracks. His body landed flat, so that his cock, feeling the pressure of the floor through his leather, continued to ejaculate until his body was empty.
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Chase was sitting back on a leather couch, stroking his already hard cock. He was wearing full black biker leathers and boots, with a gunfighter’s rig containing a 40 caliber western style replica. He was fantasizing about meeting a really hot leathered dominant guy. The large screen TV was on, an old western movie playing on the disc player. The sound was off and the stereo was playing some heavy metal. He liked the older stuff, Metallica, AC-DC, and his favorite; Dokken.
Between songs on his playlist, he could hear the faint hum of the air conditioner, and the refrigerator. These were comforting and reassuring that he was alone, and his involvement in his fantasy was growing. His cock and balls were out of his leather pants, and he was using spit for lube. After four beers, his spit was the right consistency for this purpose.
He was intensely enjoying the fantasy, which was enhanced by the alcohol, and some pot he had found in the coffee table. With his concentration on the task at hand, he remained oblivious to the faint sound of a soft click of the kitchen door lock.
The alarm system was off, so that he could not know that someone else had entered. He was completely into the most erotic part of his fantasy when he began to become aware that he was no longer alone.
Cole had arrived on a sport bike with quiet pipes, so as not to draw any attention. The bike was powder coated flat black, and almost invisible in the dark, especially with its running lights off. Thus equipped, it made for a stealthy arrival and quick departure, once the evening’s work was complete.
Cole slipped the lock on the kitchen door and silently entered. He was wearing a black leather biker jacket and tight fitting Levi’s with boots. He had his Glock .380 semi-auto out and held it straight up as he carefully moved through the kitchen. He could see a dim light, occasionally flickering, indicating that a TV was on in the den. There was also music playing. That was good. The music would mask any sound his leather might make as he moved forward, toward the den.
The TV was a large screen mounted on the wall opposite the doorway. As he took a quick look around the corner to assess the situation, he saw that there was someone seated on the large couch. He retreated into the semi-darkness of the hall. Funny, he thought, the guy looked like he was jacking off, making rhythmic movements that suggested he was deep into the passionate act. He also appeared to be wearing leather. From the angle Cole had of his prey, he was completely geared up. Cole smiled. This would be really fucking cool. He was going to off a dude in full leather. This was an extra, added bonus. Good thing he had thought to bring along some rubbers, because there was no way he was going to leave any evidence. It would be an extra added attraction, to bone his prey, maybe even while he was killing him.
Occasionally, he would have to do some hot stud, and the mere thought of a perfect bodied guy go to waste, angered him. The victim’s life and body would be his. Cole’s cock started to feel warm, and growing in size, anticipating the totally erotic scene about to unfold, all under his control. He eased his gloved hand down to his crotch, which was growing warmer, and massaged his erection slowly and silently.
After a few minutes of this, he decided to make his move. Cole stepped out into the room and stopped in front of the TV. The light of the screen behind him illuminated a fully leathered boy in his mid twenties. He was just Cole’s type. Cole was fifty-six, and very much into young guys. He stopped in front of the TV and aimed his Glock at the young stud who was now feverishly working on his climax. Chase stopped suddenly when he realized that someone was standing nearly in front of him with a piece pointed at his leathered chest.
“Wha--what do you want?” Chase stammered out, trying desperately to understand what was happening. Cole said “You, dude” and slowly moved in front of the boy on the couch. His Glock never wavered in his aim on Chase’s chest as he stepped closer. “Dude, all I want is a good fuck and I’ll let you go” Cole reassured the frightened kid, noticing that the dude’s hard-on remained rigid as steel, that all he wanted was a quick fuck and he would be gone. No harm done.
Chase, staring at the leather jacket and the Glock, said “OK, do me and let me go. You’re sure you won’t kill me, right? I didn’t do nothing to you. I won’t call the cops.” Cole said, with a kind voice, “no kid. You’re too hot to waste”
Cole moved in as Chase raised his legs. Cole pulled his hardened steel rod out of his levi’s with his left hand. After slipping on the prophylactic, he slid his throbbing cock slowly all the way in as he watched the dude grimace and at first resisted, and then relaxed, taking Cole’s cock fully into his willing pleasure hole. Cole held his Glock on Chase and showed his teeth in brutal sexual lust. He very slowly started sliding his tool in and out of Chase’s hole, each time breathing heavily in anticipation of how this was going to end.
Cole thrust his hips, shoving his manhood deep inside Chase, letting him relax and get into the scene. Chase shouted as he blew his load on Cole’s leather. Cole continued pumping his hips and holding back. He was enjoying a slow, comfortable, and very enjoyable fuck. When the kid started to get hard again, Cole figured he might get the kid off twice to his once. Chase‘s body almost involuntarily began to accept the rhythm, and started to raise his hips in renew sexual excitement. In Chase’s mind, he was being fucked by his fantasy lover, never imagining the brutal end he was about to behold.
Twenty five minutes had passed before Cole had reached the point of ejaculation. Chase was right there, at the same point, when they both experienced an explosive climax together. He shot another load on Cole’s leather. Cole’s steel rod slowly retreated out of Chase’s ass. Cole continued to stand in front of Chase, still holding his Glock on him.
Cole straightened up and told the kid to come to him. Chase, hesitant at first, but perceiving no danger, got up from the couch and stood facing Cole, wondering what his next move would be. Cole raised hid left hand and put it around his prey’s neck, pulling him in closer. It was obvious the Cole wanted to kiss him. Cole gradually maneuvered Chases’ body against the wall. Cole pushed into Chase’s leathered body as he enjoyed the scent of this boy’s leathers. “Too bad” thought Cole. “This one would have been a good steady booty call if the contract could be undone.”
“Oh, well,” thought Cole. “A real cryin’ shame.’ He said to the dude, “Well, Mike, you’re time is up. You didn’t pay your debts. So I’m here to collect permanently.” Chase immediately answered “Hey dude. My name’s not Mike.” Cole replied that this was Mike’s house, so he shouldn’t lie to him.
Before Chase could say anything, Cole deep tongue kissed him while pushing him against the wall.
Pressing the Glock into Chase’s leather, he fired three times, all the while locked in a deep kiss with him. Chase looked surprised, eyes wide in fear, but could not utter a sound with Cole’s mouth invading his. Cole looked down to see silver spurts of semen emerge from Chase’s big cock.
Cody used light loads for less noise and muzzle flash. His point blank shots burned the leather where the muzzle flash occurred, making for easy entry of the fully jacketed bullets he always used. The exit bullet holes in Chase’s back were clean and round, bursting small holes through the leather. He held Chase’s dying body up against the wall; dry humping him as the light slowly left his eyes. Chase’s lip were parted showing his teeth as his body slowly slid down the wall, leaving a trail of blood where each of the bullets has exited his back, revealing the three bullet holes in the wall behind him. Chase’s body slumped into a pile of leather. Cole took Chase’s head by his long hair, and lifted it. He put one last bullet hole in Chase’s forehead. His “just to be sure” shot.
Cole policed the area, recovering his brass and digging his bullets out of the wall. Then, with his assignment completed, he left in the same manner in which he had arrived, retracing his steps back to his bike. In seconds, he was a mile away.
Unfortunately, when the boss got the news that Cole had offed the wrong dude, the house sitter and not the target, he found himself at gunpoint in the boss’s office. Thick builder’s plastic had been placed on the carpeted floor and walls. This time, it was the boss himself who did the job on Cole. Cole got it, in full leathers, rock hard cock, with three shots from the boss’s .357 magnum revolver. The big jacketed bullets knocked Cole’s body back until he hit the wall. His leather jacket had three large bullet holes in it. Then with another semi-auto the boss put a .32 caliber bullet hole between his eyes. Cole’s body involuntarily ejaculated inside his leather pants, his life juice slowly oozing down his right leg, and the intense heat in his groin.
Cole dropped over face first, dead in his tracks. His body landed flat, so that his cock, feeling the pressure of the floor through his leather, continued to ejaculate until his body was empty.
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