leatherdude97
Deviant Killer
- Joined
- Nov 19, 2011
- Messages
- 109
- Location
- Florida
Written and deadicated to Deadleather.
Deadleather had successfully made it into the exclusive group of leathermen in town. The group had evolved into a violent sexual sadist society, with Leatherdude as the pro se’ leader. He was older than the others, who ranged in age form 19 to 46. They all had fetishes for the same level of sadism, having been directed by their leader. Their fetishes had merged into one of leather, snuff play, gunplay, and other darker levels. The members were not above doing anything to preserve their secret society of sex. Some were straight dudes, into the sado-masochistic leather side, and others were gay, looking for man to man sex, no fems allowed. Deadleather considered himself fortunate to have found acceptance with them. However, his intentions were greater than just joining the group. He had planned out his entire strategy for gaining control of, or destroying the society.
After the first few days of living with them, Deadleather could remember the members and their individual roles in the twisted group. There was Leatherdude, who was the leader, gay and older, maybe in his fifties. Leatherdude had one special dude, named Kody who was completely and totally under his control. Kody was a boyish twenty-one, and into exactly the same scenes as his mentor. Mike and Chad were straight brothers, but into the whole scene with the exception of gay sex. The masturbated in the natural arousals of leather, bandanna masks, guns, shootouts and taking and giving kill shots. They played their roles well and enjoyed the final ejaculation together. Chase was thirty-two, just a couple of years older than the brothers. He was gay and played sexual roles with the others. Justin was forty, an experienced leatherman, who had taken up with Chase, and his fantasy play was closest to Chase’s, which involved multiple bullet holes in their leathers. The brothers were headshot fetishists, as were Leatherdude and Kody. Deadleather decided that, since he was gay, he would play toward replacing one of the gay boyfriends by eliminating him in a planned sexually oriented gunfight. Just fantasy play, except Deadleather’s bullets would be real.
He decided that since the guns they used were real and just loaded with blanks with light loads, he would substitute real 38 caliber bullets with light loads for the blanks. This way it would not be noticed that anything was different, just in case anyone was within hearing distance of their gunfight. In this way, he hoped to remove one of the boyfriends in the group, convincing everyone that the dude had simply abandoned them. He could then step up to the plate and rise in the society. His first choice was Chase. He was young and good-looking enough to replace Chase, and could easily mimic Chase’s fetishes for Justin’s enjoyment. Deadleather decided to implement his plan on the fourth day of his becoming a member of the gang.
Late in the fourth day, when everyone except Chase was in the entertainment room, he challenged Chase to a duel in the woods. Chase was tired from the day of play, but interested in making it with Deadleather, so he was inclined to nod his head when it was suggested that they try out a few shootouts and some hot leather sex. Chase liked Deadleather, and sometimes imagined he was in a real relationship with him.
They went outside, into the woods behind the house, and when deadleather felt they were far enough away, he stopped, turned around to face Chase, and said,”How about here, buddy?”. Chase smiled back and pulled his gunfighter’s rig into place around his hips. The bottom of the holster was tied around his leather pants leg with a leather lace. Deadleather had a shoulder holster with a .38 Chief’s Special in it. He always drew and fired with his right hand and always from the hip. His draw was swift and accurate, from left holster to right hip and fire. Chase always brought his piece up to fire which gave Deadleather time to fire first. Deadleather’s .38 caliber bullet hit Chase exactly between his eyes. He looked very surprised at first, then began pumping his hips sexually as he ejaculated into his leather pants. Chase’s expression changed to one of sadness as he dropped to his knees, finished cumming, and fell face first into the forest floor. Chase was dead in his tracks, Deadleather thought. He rolled Chase’s dead body over and put three more bullet holes into his gut, through his leather jacket. Deadleather pulled his cock out of his leathers and plunged it into Chase’s leather jacket through the bullet holes and started to fuck him in his guts. He pulled his body up onto his hard cock and suddenly realized that his cock was coming out through the back of Chase’s leather jacket. He became very aroused and shot his load almost immediately, somewhat diminishing the effect he expected, which was to be a long slow fuck of Chase’s body. Deadleather cleaned up the scene, and buried Chase’s body several hundred yards away. He cleaned his leathers and removed the remaining live ammo from his piece. Then he had a smoke, relaxed and joined the others in the entertainment room. No one seemed to notice that he had not been there all along.
Later that evening, when they were heading to bed, Chase was missed by Justin. Justin decided that Chase had passed out somewhere around the house and figured that he would find him in the morning.
When Chase did not appear the next morning, they were all surprised at his absence. It was not out of the ordinary for him to disappear for a day or two, but as the days passed, Deadleather managed to pull off the next step in his scheme. He completely convinced everyone that Chase had merely left the group to re-enter the outside world. He had already slept with Justin, and had no problem replaced the missing member.
Over the next two weeks, Deadleather enjoyed the sex as a real integral part of the group, actively helping to plan and act out their various fantasy plays.
Deadleather next decided to take out Kody. This would be mare difficult, as Kody and Leatherdude were extremely tight. They allowed no one to involve themselves in their fantasies. They were always separate and unique from the rest. They were very into using spit as a part of their ritual gunfights. The smell, along with leather, was their biggest turn-on. They were also best friends. Selling Kody’s disappearance from the group would be a hard sell, especially for his partner. Deadleather figured to get Leatherdude into making it with him when Kody wasn’t around, to sort of get him distracted from his usual routine. Then, he figured, it would be easier to get next to Leatherude, take him out and end up being the leader. If it failed, he could always go to the police and accuse Leatherdude of Chase’s and Kody’s killings.
The next day when Leatherdude was in town for supplies, Deadleather sat down next to Kody. He started talking to him about what interested him sexually, that spit had always been one his turn-ons. He and Kody started swapping spit, then spitting on each other’s leathers, and finally ended with Deadleather fucking Kody. As they laid in each other’s arms, Deadleather was caught by Kody’s innocence and boyish charm, and almost started to fall for him. He caught himself and regained focus on his ultimate target, Leatherdude. Deadleather casually asked Kody if he would like to do a few gunfights and then fuck again. Kody grinned, in all of his innocence and agreed. He would really enjoy some gunplay and sex with him. Kody trusted Deadleather that he would be safe and have a great time. Once Deadleather got Kody to the spot that he wanted, he turned to him and said “Sorry kid, but I gotta do this.” Deadleather drew without giving Kody a chance and shot him in the forehead. Kody looked like Case had, first surprised, and after he finished ejaculating into his leathers, he looked sad as he fell forward. This time Deadleather got rid of the body immediately and returned to the house.
When Leatherdude returned from town, the first thing he did was to look for his boyfriend. Kody always greeted him when he returned. However, this time, he did not. Leatherdude immediately began looking for him, and was quickly suspicious of their situation. Had an outsider been around? Had Kody simply left? Had something else happened?
Deadleather was first to begin crowing about how you couldn’t trust young guys, that they inevitable would leave due to boredom or some other desire, that you couldn’t hold on to a kid. Kids were, well, kids. Unfortunately for Deadleather, Leatherdude wasn’t buying any of his theories. For one thing, Leatherdude recognized real love in his relationship with Kody, and real love meant that Kody would never leave of his own volition. And Chase had disappeared about the same time that Deadleather had joined the group. This brought suspicion on Deadleather. They all looked at him, eyeing him in a new role, that of a scumbag, lowlife traitor. Deadleather returned their stares with the realization that he had played his cards and lost the hand. They were going to kill him. He got very hard. His cock rose straight up, under his belt buckle and extended up inside his leather jacket, creating a definite bulge through the leather, revealing it’s position. The head of Deadleather’s cock was sticking up against his chest. They all pulled their pieces and swapped blanks for the real thing. Leatherdude loaded his .357 with 158 grain full jacket bullets. Deadleather felt trapped, no place to go except to try to kill all of them. Did he have enough bullets? Leatherdude spit into Deadleather’s face and Deadleather smelled his killer’s essence.
Deadleather cleared his holster just as Leatherdude’s .357 bullet hit him in his gut, just to the right and above his belt buckle. Deadleather showed his teeth in a grimace of pain and arousal. The brothers finished Deadleather off with three more bullets through his black leather biker jacket. Deadleather spit several times and dropped to his knees. Everyone rushed him and laid him on his back so that Leatherdude could stand over him. Deadleather’s hips were thrusting upward, sexually as Leatherdude shoved his rock hard cock into Deadleather’s gut, and started fucking him. Deadleather began blasting out a load of cum inside his leather jacket, know he had ultimately and completely failed in his plan. He was fucked, literally. Deadleather stared up into Leatherdude’s eyes as he felt his cock inside him. He was beaten and violated. And the last thing he heard was Leatherdude shouting at him “You fucked with wrong dude, motherfucker” Deadleather’s body involuntarily contracted and pulsed in it’s final orgasm, and as he fade out, he knew he was beaten, fucked, killed, and he had failed miserably, showing his weakness, and greed, and finally his fear.
Deadleather had successfully made it into the exclusive group of leathermen in town. The group had evolved into a violent sexual sadist society, with Leatherdude as the pro se’ leader. He was older than the others, who ranged in age form 19 to 46. They all had fetishes for the same level of sadism, having been directed by their leader. Their fetishes had merged into one of leather, snuff play, gunplay, and other darker levels. The members were not above doing anything to preserve their secret society of sex. Some were straight dudes, into the sado-masochistic leather side, and others were gay, looking for man to man sex, no fems allowed. Deadleather considered himself fortunate to have found acceptance with them. However, his intentions were greater than just joining the group. He had planned out his entire strategy for gaining control of, or destroying the society.
After the first few days of living with them, Deadleather could remember the members and their individual roles in the twisted group. There was Leatherdude, who was the leader, gay and older, maybe in his fifties. Leatherdude had one special dude, named Kody who was completely and totally under his control. Kody was a boyish twenty-one, and into exactly the same scenes as his mentor. Mike and Chad were straight brothers, but into the whole scene with the exception of gay sex. The masturbated in the natural arousals of leather, bandanna masks, guns, shootouts and taking and giving kill shots. They played their roles well and enjoyed the final ejaculation together. Chase was thirty-two, just a couple of years older than the brothers. He was gay and played sexual roles with the others. Justin was forty, an experienced leatherman, who had taken up with Chase, and his fantasy play was closest to Chase’s, which involved multiple bullet holes in their leathers. The brothers were headshot fetishists, as were Leatherdude and Kody. Deadleather decided that, since he was gay, he would play toward replacing one of the gay boyfriends by eliminating him in a planned sexually oriented gunfight. Just fantasy play, except Deadleather’s bullets would be real.
He decided that since the guns they used were real and just loaded with blanks with light loads, he would substitute real 38 caliber bullets with light loads for the blanks. This way it would not be noticed that anything was different, just in case anyone was within hearing distance of their gunfight. In this way, he hoped to remove one of the boyfriends in the group, convincing everyone that the dude had simply abandoned them. He could then step up to the plate and rise in the society. His first choice was Chase. He was young and good-looking enough to replace Chase, and could easily mimic Chase’s fetishes for Justin’s enjoyment. Deadleather decided to implement his plan on the fourth day of his becoming a member of the gang.
Late in the fourth day, when everyone except Chase was in the entertainment room, he challenged Chase to a duel in the woods. Chase was tired from the day of play, but interested in making it with Deadleather, so he was inclined to nod his head when it was suggested that they try out a few shootouts and some hot leather sex. Chase liked Deadleather, and sometimes imagined he was in a real relationship with him.
They went outside, into the woods behind the house, and when deadleather felt they were far enough away, he stopped, turned around to face Chase, and said,”How about here, buddy?”. Chase smiled back and pulled his gunfighter’s rig into place around his hips. The bottom of the holster was tied around his leather pants leg with a leather lace. Deadleather had a shoulder holster with a .38 Chief’s Special in it. He always drew and fired with his right hand and always from the hip. His draw was swift and accurate, from left holster to right hip and fire. Chase always brought his piece up to fire which gave Deadleather time to fire first. Deadleather’s .38 caliber bullet hit Chase exactly between his eyes. He looked very surprised at first, then began pumping his hips sexually as he ejaculated into his leather pants. Chase’s expression changed to one of sadness as he dropped to his knees, finished cumming, and fell face first into the forest floor. Chase was dead in his tracks, Deadleather thought. He rolled Chase’s dead body over and put three more bullet holes into his gut, through his leather jacket. Deadleather pulled his cock out of his leathers and plunged it into Chase’s leather jacket through the bullet holes and started to fuck him in his guts. He pulled his body up onto his hard cock and suddenly realized that his cock was coming out through the back of Chase’s leather jacket. He became very aroused and shot his load almost immediately, somewhat diminishing the effect he expected, which was to be a long slow fuck of Chase’s body. Deadleather cleaned up the scene, and buried Chase’s body several hundred yards away. He cleaned his leathers and removed the remaining live ammo from his piece. Then he had a smoke, relaxed and joined the others in the entertainment room. No one seemed to notice that he had not been there all along.
Later that evening, when they were heading to bed, Chase was missed by Justin. Justin decided that Chase had passed out somewhere around the house and figured that he would find him in the morning.
When Chase did not appear the next morning, they were all surprised at his absence. It was not out of the ordinary for him to disappear for a day or two, but as the days passed, Deadleather managed to pull off the next step in his scheme. He completely convinced everyone that Chase had merely left the group to re-enter the outside world. He had already slept with Justin, and had no problem replaced the missing member.
Over the next two weeks, Deadleather enjoyed the sex as a real integral part of the group, actively helping to plan and act out their various fantasy plays.
Deadleather next decided to take out Kody. This would be mare difficult, as Kody and Leatherdude were extremely tight. They allowed no one to involve themselves in their fantasies. They were always separate and unique from the rest. They were very into using spit as a part of their ritual gunfights. The smell, along with leather, was their biggest turn-on. They were also best friends. Selling Kody’s disappearance from the group would be a hard sell, especially for his partner. Deadleather figured to get Leatherdude into making it with him when Kody wasn’t around, to sort of get him distracted from his usual routine. Then, he figured, it would be easier to get next to Leatherude, take him out and end up being the leader. If it failed, he could always go to the police and accuse Leatherdude of Chase’s and Kody’s killings.
The next day when Leatherdude was in town for supplies, Deadleather sat down next to Kody. He started talking to him about what interested him sexually, that spit had always been one his turn-ons. He and Kody started swapping spit, then spitting on each other’s leathers, and finally ended with Deadleather fucking Kody. As they laid in each other’s arms, Deadleather was caught by Kody’s innocence and boyish charm, and almost started to fall for him. He caught himself and regained focus on his ultimate target, Leatherdude. Deadleather casually asked Kody if he would like to do a few gunfights and then fuck again. Kody grinned, in all of his innocence and agreed. He would really enjoy some gunplay and sex with him. Kody trusted Deadleather that he would be safe and have a great time. Once Deadleather got Kody to the spot that he wanted, he turned to him and said “Sorry kid, but I gotta do this.” Deadleather drew without giving Kody a chance and shot him in the forehead. Kody looked like Case had, first surprised, and after he finished ejaculating into his leathers, he looked sad as he fell forward. This time Deadleather got rid of the body immediately and returned to the house.
When Leatherdude returned from town, the first thing he did was to look for his boyfriend. Kody always greeted him when he returned. However, this time, he did not. Leatherdude immediately began looking for him, and was quickly suspicious of their situation. Had an outsider been around? Had Kody simply left? Had something else happened?
Deadleather was first to begin crowing about how you couldn’t trust young guys, that they inevitable would leave due to boredom or some other desire, that you couldn’t hold on to a kid. Kids were, well, kids. Unfortunately for Deadleather, Leatherdude wasn’t buying any of his theories. For one thing, Leatherdude recognized real love in his relationship with Kody, and real love meant that Kody would never leave of his own volition. And Chase had disappeared about the same time that Deadleather had joined the group. This brought suspicion on Deadleather. They all looked at him, eyeing him in a new role, that of a scumbag, lowlife traitor. Deadleather returned their stares with the realization that he had played his cards and lost the hand. They were going to kill him. He got very hard. His cock rose straight up, under his belt buckle and extended up inside his leather jacket, creating a definite bulge through the leather, revealing it’s position. The head of Deadleather’s cock was sticking up against his chest. They all pulled their pieces and swapped blanks for the real thing. Leatherdude loaded his .357 with 158 grain full jacket bullets. Deadleather felt trapped, no place to go except to try to kill all of them. Did he have enough bullets? Leatherdude spit into Deadleather’s face and Deadleather smelled his killer’s essence.
Deadleather cleared his holster just as Leatherdude’s .357 bullet hit him in his gut, just to the right and above his belt buckle. Deadleather showed his teeth in a grimace of pain and arousal. The brothers finished Deadleather off with three more bullets through his black leather biker jacket. Deadleather spit several times and dropped to his knees. Everyone rushed him and laid him on his back so that Leatherdude could stand over him. Deadleather’s hips were thrusting upward, sexually as Leatherdude shoved his rock hard cock into Deadleather’s gut, and started fucking him. Deadleather began blasting out a load of cum inside his leather jacket, know he had ultimately and completely failed in his plan. He was fucked, literally. Deadleather stared up into Leatherdude’s eyes as he felt his cock inside him. He was beaten and violated. And the last thing he heard was Leatherdude shouting at him “You fucked with wrong dude, motherfucker” Deadleather’s body involuntarily contracted and pulsed in it’s final orgasm, and as he fade out, he knew he was beaten, fucked, killed, and he had failed miserably, showing his weakness, and greed, and finally his fear.
