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Brett strutted into the bank (he always strutted). He glanced around the room, scanning for anyone checking him out.

He admired his 25 year old body. His massive pecs strained the snaps of his shirt, open at the top to reveal deep man cleavage between his muscles. He was going commando and his jeans did little to hide his semi-hard cock. He wasn’t trying to offend anyone, but he loved being ogled at by people who couldn’t get enough of his tight body, boyish face and messy black hair. They were certainly ogling now. He remembered his financial predicament, which was basically that he had no finances at all. With a pregnant ex-girlfriend, his meager wages from bartending were all being spent on the necessary preparations. Not that he thought of shirking his responsibility, but he knew he was not father material. 

After ten minutes of waiting in line, he finally stepped up to a teller window tended by a hot little college chick who smiled nastily at him while undressing him with her eyes. He explained his predicament in a relaxed, confident tone. She responded flirtatiously, but wouldn’t budge on the late fees. She did tell him about a credit-card offer and he kept his composure, but realized that this bank was just trying to sink their teeth in deeper. 

"Bang"! The hunky guard who had been standing statue-like by the doors was now on his knees, staring at a bloody hole in the middle of his massive chest. Brett could see the guard's impressive erection. Death orgasm, and Brett's sense of fear began to melt away as his own arousal grew. 

The bank robbers were now waving their guns around the room. "Get down and put your hands behind your back". He did as he was told and got a better look at one of the men. He wore tight black leathers that showcased his great body. Brett could make out large muscles through the thin leather. The gunman had no shirt on underneath. His face was covered by a black batman mask and Brett noticed a distinctive scar behind his ear, barely covered by his curly brown hair. He’d seen that scar, on a hot customer who had picked him up at his bar last weekend. 

The guy had shown up only 20 or so minutes from closing. His name was Jason. Brett offered up the typical bartender supportive therapy while pouring him some tequila shots. The whole time Brett was obviously staring at his magnificent body that was barely contained by Jason’s button-down shirt and jeans. Jasen noticed Brett’s stare and peeked down at the bartender’s crotch. Jason was clearly interested. Brett told him he had to close up, but he could stay a while if he wanted. Next thing Brett knew they were at Jason’s place. Brett still had the bruises on his chest and abs where Jason got rough. Jason showed Brett his knife collection. He brought out a particularly nasty looking black blade, 8 inches long and sharp as cut glass. The two naked men stood close, both now with painful erections, while Jason lightly touched the blade to Brett’s navel. Both men leaked precum. Brett had never felt so turned on as Jason gently drew the blade up his chest, pressing the point in lightly over his heart. A tiny drop of blood appeared. He smiled broadly, tossed the knife away and shoved Brett back onto the bed. Both men were cumming rivers in just a few seconds. 

Brett now turned his face away, realizing that if Jason recognized him, he was a dead man. He then remembered the life insurance policy he took out when he realized he was going to be a father. If something happened to him, his ex and his kid would be the recipients of a tidy sum. If he could get Jason to kill him, all would be well. The thought of Jason finishing him suddenly aroused him even more, and his now fully hard cock was smashed painfully against the floor. 

Jason was roughly zip-tying everyone’s hands behind their backs. When he grabbed Brett’s wrists, he recognized Brett's watch. Brett turned his head so Jason could see his face. Panic flashed in Jason’s eyes. “Fuck!” he whispered harshly. 

He pulled Brett up to a standing position and a couple more snaps on his shirt popped open. Jason pushed the hot muzzle of his gun into Brett’s flexed left pec, finger on the trigger. Brett looked at the gun, could feel the heat from the recently fired weapon. Both men were boned.

“What the fuck are you doing!?” one of the other robbers yelled.

“This one’s causing trouble,” Jason answered, looking at the straining bulge in Brett’s jeans. “Gonna make an example of him.” 

“Sorry Brett, I have to kill you.” He said with a wicked smile putting his hands back on Brett’s chest.

“I know man. Do what you gotta do". Brett whispered. 

“I’m gonna enjoy this!”  Jason whispered back. 

Brett begged. “Do it now man"!

Jason pulled the trigger. “Oh shit! Oh fuck! Uhhhnn! Uhhhnn!” Brett wailed as he started exploding in his jeans. 

“Goodbye you hot fucker!” Jason rasped. The bullet slipped through Brett’s pec and ribcage straight through his pounding heart.

“UUUHHHGGHNNN!” Brett's own death orgasm was intense and he slicked his jeans. Jason stared at the river of blood pouring from the hole in Brett's chest and also shot his load.

Another robber fired once and a small caliber bullet made a neat hole exactly half way between Jasen's left nip and his sternum. Jason looked down at the blood literally spurting from his own chest. The other man fired again, hitting Jason dead center of his chest. “Why?” Jason gurgled. 

"You killed two men asshole. this was just supposed to be a robbery," was his bosses answer. 

The other robbers asked what happened to Jasen as they ran from the bank and he told them he had capped hi ass for insubordination. They all agreed that that was some great ass and it was a shame that the boss had to kill him. It was a great haul. 

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