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Psychouzibears (Pub’s) execution. by Paul (sent by Psychouzibear)
(Images by Firingsquadnut) He took work whenever he could get it. Whatever it was, for whoever, as long as the cash was right. He had no morals, no friends, no family… so tracing him afterwards was difficult. This made him very successful and extremely popular with the men who ‘needed things taken care of’. He was also the sort of man who could take care of anything. The sort of man who could put people at ease one minute and then take a man apart with his bare fists in a matter of seconds and walk away smiling, thinking of the next job. He stood slightly taller than average. Very thick set. Square shoulders. Shaved head. Short cut and trimmed beard. People would comment on how he looked like a sea fisherman. He liked that. So there was this opportunity to earn what seemed to be a lot of money. The sort of money that could let him rest up for a while. Maybe hire some ‘fun’ for himself and relax in the sun for a few months. This Dutch winter cold was grinding him down. It had lasted for so long. Maybe it was this that tempted him…we will never know. There had been some disappearances in the city of a few men. Some men who had just left for a meeting and never returned. One of these men happened to be an important city financial man who had many connections, and one of these connections had approached our man, who for purposes of this report we will call Bull, to find out what happened to him. It took Bull approximately one week to uncover the details. To uncover the activities of a Dutchman called Pub. You see Pub thought he had all the avenues covered in his game. But Bull was clever in these kinds of situations, he knew the ropes, he knew people did just not disappear. Pub was a big man too. Shaved head. Big build. Seems he was a bit of an internet celebrity too. He had some very dramatic pictures aimed at the kind of men who got off on his fantasies. They were very popular in the world of guns and killings and the way in which a big man died after taking several shots from a big gun. Bull sat in his apartment reviewing he information he was looking at on his Laptop. Images the like he had never seen. Images that now stirred his fat bullcock. He lit a cigar and relaxed back in his chair blowing smoke and smiling showing a big white toothed grin. He stretched and felt the size of his cock pushing on the old denim of his work jeans and the sweater stretching over his beefy chest. He scratched his head and pressed the forward key and looked at some more of the images. Big men. Bullets. Cocks and blood. He adjusted his own cock and stroked it slowly through the old material feeling the outline of the big head and the thick shaft. Images of big men in sweaters and overalls filled his killers mind. Big men taking multiple hits from a powerful gun he held in his Bull fist. This would be an interesting job he thought. He woke the next morning. Got dressed. Boots. Old work trousers. Thick brown Sweater, roll neck. An old leather zip up jacket. He strode to a cupboard and lifted an Uzi from a shelf. From a drawer he took and 8 inch silencer and slowly screwed it into place catching his reflection in the long mirror. His cock stirred again. He was always turned on by his looks… He held the gun at his side and faced his reflection. Put his mirror shades on and opened his legs. He looked good and he thought of those images Pub had created. The gun felt good, heavy….a heavy killing machine. He felt hard. In a flash he brought the gun up and shouted….”Fucccker!!” and pretended to shoot his reflection…shaking his body as if the gun was kicking back as he sprayed a volley of hot lead at this big fucker in the mirror. He grabbed his guts and stepped backwards, looking at himself and how it looked to be shot up. “Fuck” he said. His cock almost erupting in his jeans. He took a cigar and put it between his teeth, put the gun in his jacket and walked from the apartment with the biggest hard cock he had had in a long while. His investigations had found out what was going on. Pub was a clever man but not quite clever enough. He played on the requests of his fans. He took orders for ‘men’, for victims who these fans could use in their snuff stories. Men who could disappear after making a date with Pub. His means were crude but effective. Some drugs. Some chloroform and a disused warehouse on the outskirts of town. As I said it took Bull only a week to find this out and here he was headed towards the warehouse with a boner like the fucking Titanic in his trousers. He had never really felt like this before. He arrived and parked his motorbike at the rear of the big building. It was dark and cold. He removed the helmet and breathed out thick cold air that almost froze on his face. He felt the gun under his jacket and the nerves and anticipation left him. He was good at this. He opened an old door and entered. All was quiet. The place was dirty and old. Disused for many years it seemed. He made his way carefully along a wall drawing the gun as he moved. His muscles flexed and he unzipped the jacket. He heard a noise. A cough. A mans cough. Fuck he thought and made sure the gun was ready. He rounded a corner and saw a sight that could have stayed with him for many years if circumstances had been different. In this darkened room were four men. Tied and gagged. Big men. One in a suit and three in workmen’s clothes. They looked at Bull bug-eyed and struggled in their restraints. Bull grinned, well at least our Pub had a taste for the bigger man. He shoved the gun in his belt and walked to the suited man. The ropes stretched over his white shirt cutting in under a beefy chest. His hands tied behind his back. Bull removed the gags from all of them and listened to their stories told as they made their ways out of the place. It was obvious from the state of their clothes they had not been here too long. The men were angry but pleased to be freed. Things were not that easy though. Before releasing them Bull searched them for IDs. He took them and explained what would happen if they breathed a word to the cops… yes he would free them … BUT they kept quiet or he would visit them. He took the gun and ran it over each chest in turn. They all nodded. Now empty Bull waited in silence…leaning against he wall in semi darkness. His big frame outlined by the cold moon that shone through dirty windows up high in the walls. He chewed the cigar feeling the gun in his fist and seeing the cold air fog from his nose and mouth. The door opened. Pub entered, flooding the place with light. He did not see Bull at first but looked confused when the captives were obviously gone. He looked around a look of disbelief appearing on his bearded face. He wore an army cap, Donkey jacket done up to the neck against he bitter cold. Some old dark thick trousers and a chunky sweater under the jacket. He looked like a mountain of a man. “Good evening” Bull said and stepped out of the shadows. Pub knew what had happened and backed slowly to the door. “Now don’t leave Mr Pub” Bull laughed and Pub saw the huge gun in Bulls fist his thick index finger curled around the steel of the Uzi’s trigger. Bulls cock was raging and clearly visible in the old trousers he wore. A wet patch was slowly forming at the place his uncut cock rubbed on the material. Pub held up his hands in a gesture of defeat but this was not to be accepted. Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr… Bull fired a short burst from the Uzi directly at Pub’s body. The barrel of the silenced Uzi spat its load of lead in almost silence volleys into Pubs arching body. He hit the wall and span along its length resting in the corner facing Bull. The Donkey jacket smoked from the impacts but as yet showed no blood. Pub’s face was contorted in sheer burning agony. Brrrrrrrrrrr… Another short burst almost took Pub off his army boots. The bullets lifted him up as the jacket ripped and smoked across his thick hairy chest. Pub grabbed at the jacket forcing it open so his big paws could grab at the holes in the sweater underneath. At this point Bull saw the blood flowing from Pubs guts and chest as he stood there knees bending slightly holding his smoking bullet riddled body… “No…NO “ shouted Pub making a quick move forward towards Bull. Bull raised the gun fast at complete arms length and held the trigger open for 5 seconds. Bullets sprayed all over Pubs big smoking blood ejaculating body lifting him up and landing him in a corner arching up that shot chest and belly. His sweater ripping away from his big hairy chest. His eyes open and glassy. He sunk to the floor as smoke drifted up from about 30 holes in his massive frame. Bull almost came there and then. He felt the barrel of the gun. It was hot and he walked over to stand above the bloody of dead Pub. The Donkey was wide open and Pub’s sweater was in strips of bloody wool clinging to open wounds that pissed blood to a pool under his body. The blood running away into the shadows. Bull smiled. He returned home. Driving with a huge hard cock pulsating in his pants. He knew where they would take Pubs shot body and he knew he had to see it in its glory and unload this cum from his killers fuckin’ balls. The town morgue was used to receiving bodies from Bulls exploits but no one of his kills had excited him quite like the killing of Pub. He found himself a few hours later climbing in through a broken window in the rear of the morgue. It was almost getting light and the body of Pub lay on a steel table. The night staff had kept him there ready for some work on it tomorrow. He lay there fully clothed. Donkey jacket had been done up and his big legs were spread open. Bull stood the looking at the man on the slab. Bull had no changed… somehow he liked these clothes, they seemed fitting for this. He approached Pub and opened the Donkey slowly. His big fingers shook as the buttons gave way. They were sticky from the blood and they popped open one by one. He pulled the jacket open to reveal Pubs ripped up body. The gaping wounds showing through the ripped and stinking sweater. Pub stunk. Blood and Gunshots and that horrible smell dead people acquire after a few hours. Bull removed his clothes. He stood there naked. His huge body sweating as he looked at his victim on the steel slab. Slowly he removed Pubs Donkey jacket almost having to rip it from his stiffening body. He pulled at the old sweater that came away over Pubs thick neck and head. He undid the big belt on his trousers and heaved down the bloody trousers. Pub was wearing no underwear and his dead cock hung ontop of big balls. Bull was now extremely excited as he dressed his huge frame in Pubs clothes. He stood there feeling the round holes in the sweater that showed his hairy body through. He pulled on the Donkey and then the trousers. His cock was now where Pubs had been when he was gunned down. He felt his body under the Donkey and mimicked what he had seen as those bullets ripped through Pub’s jacket for the first time. Bull shook grabbing at his body and hitting the wall. He reached down and freed his massive wet cock which bobbed up and down as he pretended to be Pub on his dying day. He leaned on the wall furiously stroking his cock his legs wide open his head tilted back his teeth bared in a grimace. He grunted and shook as he thought of that man eating those hot Uzi bullets as his body slammed up against the two walls. The door opened. Three policemen stood there. Hand guns. Bull froze. He reached for the Uzi at his side. BAM Ugghhhh the bullet hit him in the shoulder his cock slammed up and down hitting the donkey jacket as he grabbed for the wound. His other hand grabbed for the Uzi. Everything seemed to slow down to Bull. He looked up at the 3 cops in the doorway all with guns pointed at him. He swung up the Uzi but never managed to fire. BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM
BAM BAM BAM BAM The cops unleashed the bullets into Bulls arching and jerking body in slow motion. The lead slammed in deep from such a close range with powerful guns. Bull felt his big chest ripping open, his guts spewing blood and mixing with the blood of Pub on the sweater. The shots ploughed into his waiting hairy chest he ripped the Donkey open and stepped backwards for each shot, his face contorting as the bullets entered him. His cock bouncing up and down his huge balls flying left and right as he took the hits. All went quiet. He leaned on the wall. Breathing hard. He looked down at the now shredded sweater with his blood mixing with the red stains already on the wool. He looked up at the cops and lunged for his gun. His muscles bounced as BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM he is lifted up and off his boots slamming own in a loud slow thud on the bloody floor as the cops continue to fire.. BAM BAM BAM BAM Red flower explosions detonate all over his body as he arches upwards. His cock exposed bouncing up and down. BAM He rolls left and right clutching at each bullet wound as it is created. BAM Smoke rises and arcs of blood in slow motion hit the white walls of the morgue. BAM BAM Bull’s cock finally explodes delivering a think rope of bloody cum up and overt the now soaked sweater and into Bulls beard. BAM BAM Another line of cum is despatched over Bulls bloody guts now as he sinks back down to the floor, his eyes wide. The cops gather round the huge red shot up body and holster their guns. They look back at Pub on the slab and then down at our killer. Through the cops bodies and arms Bull catches a look on Pubs face… and before he breathes his last blood choked breath he could swear Pub smiled. |
