Ian had first heard the rumours about noosebiker from Northerndaddy, a guy who had befriended him on a fetish website. Ian was in his early twenties, slim, blond and attractive. Northerndaddy was in his late fifties and heavily built with a greying beard and shaved head. Despite the age difference they'd got along well. Northerndaddy was easy to talk to and very knowledgeable regarding the leather scene. Initially they'd only chatted occasionally but the frequency increased when Ian agreed to move to a encrypted messenger site where conversations were 100% private. Then one evening Northerndaddy suggested they use the secret video chat facility rather than typing messages. He'd sited several advantages like getting to know each other better and that conversations were not in writing as with typed messages so were more secure. Just in case I plan to murder you he'd added with an lol. Ian had been nervous at the first video chat. They'd agreed to wear fetish gear and Ian wore his red Dainese one piece leathers and red/black iridium visored crash helmet at Northerndaddys request. Ian decided to take the call from his garage and placed his laptop on the work bench positioning it so the cam framed him sitting on his red Kawasaki. Northerndaddy was wearing black leather jeans and MX biker boots. His tanned and powerful upper body was naked apart from studded leather cuffs on his wrists and black leather gloves. His face was partly concealed by a leather executioner hood. He was sitting on an old but comfortable looking sofa. Ian was taken aback, he was expecting an old man. He suddenly saw this man in a different light.
Northerndaddy spoke first. "Hot boy, I love the red leathers and red bike, they put me in mind of the biker found hanged in Highlands Forest, he was wearing red leathers and riding a red sports bike. Apparently he was gay and was called noosebiker on various fetish contact sites. Did you hear about it?"
"Well the police have determined it was suicide but there is a rumour in the fetish community that it was murder."Said Northerndaddy.
"So what started the rumour?"
"It appears two other gay bikers out for rides on the forest roads have been followed by the same guy. They were both riding red sports bikes. Both said the rider pursuing them was wearing black leathers and was riding a black muscle bike similar to a V Max." Said Northerndady.
Ian was becoming aroused partly because of Northerndady's story and partly because of the image on his screen. He knew Northerndaddy was teasing him but was he being tested to see what interested him. They continued to chat for an hour or so, both of them becoming increasingly aroused until Northerndaddy said that he had to go.
"I'll be back around midnight if you're around, and if you are have a drink handy then we can have a relaxed chat. And wear your red leathers again you look so hot in them." Said Northerndady.
Ian slept for a few hours, still wearing his leathers. He awakened around 11.30 and poured a whisky. He had now relocated to his bedroom and was sitting at his desk in front of his pc when Northerndaddy came online. He was wearing the same gear as earlier and sitting on the same sofa.
"What are you drinking Ian."
"How many have you had?"Said Northerndaddy.
"Finish it and pour yourself another and make it a large one, I want a relaxed chat with you."
"I love your red leathers and bike. What do you think about the noosebiker murder. I think the guy who did it must have had some sort of fetish for guys in red leathers. I've thought about it a lot and although it seems wrong I have to admit I've jacked off thinking about it." Said Northerndady.
Ian was getting hard thinking about Northerndady jacking off fantasising about the hanging.
"Yes I think it's possible."
"Did you know that noosebiker had his wrists handcuffed behind his back before being hoisted into the air from the branch of a tree." Said Northerndady.
"What do you think about it." Said Northerndady.
The truth was that Ian was close to coming in his leathers but was too shy to let on to this older man.
"I think you're lying, There's no point us being friends if you can't be honest, is there." Said Northerndady.
"Come on what do you think about noosebiker being hanged." Said Northerndady .
Then Northerndaddy daddy reached around the back of the sofa and produced a coil of rope with a noose tied in one end and held it up for the cam. Ian couldn't help himself from gripping his dick through his leathers.
"I can see you liked that didn't you?"Said Northerndady
"Do you have a noose there?"Said Northerndady.
"Well if hanging gets you horny you should get some rope and tie one. "Said Northerndady.
"Tell me Ian. I'm about to go off line and I know you'll be jacking off. Will it be in those sexy red leathers? and will you be fantasising about noosebikers hanging.?" Said Northerndady.
Ian spent the next week constantly checking to see if Northerndaddy was online but there was no sign of him. He was begining to think he'd lost interest, then at around 9pm on Friday evening he came online.
Ian had spent the week waiting for Northerndaddy to message him. His heart was racing with excitement as he typed his reply.
Northerndaddy started typing. "Wait a minute I'll make a video call to you."
Northerndaddy appeared on the screen sitting on the same sofa but wearing black RST two piece bike leathers with black sidi boots. His face partially concealed by the same executioner mask as before. Ian was unprepared for the call and was only wearing jeans and a teeshirt, he felt his dick stiffening as he looked at the older man on the screen on front of him.
"Did you have a good wank after we chatted last time? In fact I bet you've jacked off quite a few times this week thinking about noosebiker haven't you." Said Northerndady.
Northerndaddy was right, not only had Ian lost count of the times he'd jacked off that week, but he'd also bought a 20 meter length of hemp rope. Ian gave Northerndaddy a shy smile.
"I have bought some rope like you told me to but I don't know how to tie a noose. Could you show me please."Said Ian.
Northerndaddy started stroking his dick.
"OK no problem but first get changed into your red leathers for me." Said Northerndady.
Ian dragged his leathers from the wardrobe he kept his fetish gear in and climed into them in full view of his cam alowing Northerndaddy to watch him.
"OK get the rope you bought and sit down with a whisky and I'll show you how make yourself a noose." Said Northerndady.
Northerndaddy spent the next hour showing Ian how to tie different types of noose knots until they were both inebriated from the whiskies and horny from what they'd been doing. From his experience Northerndaddy judged Ian was ready to put the noose around his neck and even might be persuaded to stand on his bike seat and secure the rope end to a roof rafter. But persuading him to step off would be another matter. Anyway if the boy was to hang Northerndaddy wanted to participate, not just watch on a screen.
"Guess you'll be jacking off again tonight Ian."
"Listen Ian, how far is Highlands Forest from where you live, I was thinking it would be really hot to meet there on our bikes and roleplay noosebikers murder."
"It's about 60 miles but I've never been there." Said Ian.
"So not far then, what do you think, could be fun." Said Northerndady.
"It's Saturday tomorrow are you working or day off, would be perfect for me." Said Northerndady.
"I don't know the area, where would we meet."
"Just aim to get there about 2pm and ride around, there are about 20 miles of road. Don't worry I'll find you." Said Northerndady.
Ian was nervous at the prospect of meeting this guy but also incredibly horny at the thought of role-playing noosebikers hanging.
"Good. Just a few things I require. Wear the red leathers, helmet and boots. Fuel before you leave your town, do not contact me again before we meet, do not touch your dick again until we meet, do not bring your phone with you, do bring the rope, a pair of handcuffs, a role of duct tape and a side stand puck for soft ground and don't worry its just a game, see you tomorrow." Said Northerndady.
Ian had a sleepless night thinking about Highlands Forest and meeting Northerndaddy. He kept trying to guess what Northerndaddy was really looking for. He'd said he was safe and sane but undoubtedly he had an obsession with noosebikers murder and young bikers in red leathers on red sports bikes. He'd admitted that he initially messaged Ian after seeing his profile pic in which he was on his bike wearing red gear. Then there were the instructions Northerndaddy had given him which he found frightening as well as exciting. There was something deeply worrying on Ians mind that was telling him Northerndaddy was dangerous and possibly noosebikers murderer, but he chose to ignore it and believe Northerndaddys claim to be safe and sane.
By 1pm he had packed everything Northerndaddy asked him to bring and he was on the freeway with about 20 miles to go to the forest. The weather wasn't good and the low cloud threatened to turn into fog as the road climed higher into the mountains. By the time he reached the turning onto the forest road there was thick fog. The forest road had a good surface and would have been a great blking road if the visibility had been better. As it was his speed was limited to around 30 mph. The atmosphere was erotic though as the fog swirled through the dense forest of cedar, maple and pine surrounding the road. He checked the digital clock on his dash, it was ten minutes to two. He wondered how far into the forest he should go. Should he stop and wait for Northerndaddy but Northerndaddy had told him to keep riding. Now it was starting to rain. Would Northerndaddy even turn up in this weather? Then in his bar end mirrors there was a single headlight and it was coming up fast. The black VMAX overtook him in a shower of spray and then slowed to match his speed. The rider was wearing black leathers, a black Simpson helmet and black MX boots. This had to be Northerndaddy thought Ian, then it was confirmed by the rider flashing his hazard warning lights a few times. The VMAX then picked up pace, now going so fast Ian was really pushing to keep up in the conditions. They continued deeper into the forest until the black bike turned onto a gravel trail. Ian followed. They picked their way at less than 10 mph for a couple of miles with the trail becoming narrower all the time until it abruptly ended in a particularly dense part of the forest. Ian stopped directly behind Northerndaddy and waited for him to make a move. The rain was becoming heavier and the fog more dense as Northerndaddy got off his bike and walked over to Ian. Ian's dick was already painfull through being erect and confined in his leathers since he'd turned into the forest. But now the sight of this stocky black leather biker still wearing his crash helmet coming towards him was making it even harder.
"Hey Ian, glad you made it, are you ready to play?"Said Northerndaddy.
Ian was so nervous he was shaking and found it difficult to speak, in contrast to Northerndaddy who was confident and assertive.
"So Ian the game starts now. From now on we are role-playing noosebikers hanging. Do you understand?"
"OK then Give me your ruksack, let's see what you've brought me." Said Northerndaddy.
Ian handed him the ruksack he'd packed the gear in. Northerndaddy took out the sidestand puck and told Ian to follow him on his bike, leading him to a position under a mature Maple tree.
"Now stay on your bike and keep your crash helmet on, then kick down the side stand." Said Northerndaddy."
Northerndaddy deftly slipped the puck under the stand as Ian kicked it down. This ensured it wouldn't sink into the soft forest soil. He then took the handcuffs from the ruksack.
"Now Ian put your hands behind your back I'm going to cuff you like I cuffed noosebiker, then I'm going to take some photos of you."
Ian felt very nervous at that. Northerndaddy had said he wanted to make it seem real though, and at that moment Ian's head was being ruled by his dick. So still sure this was part of the agreed game he put his hands behind him. It took Northerndaddy a matter of seconds to lock the cuffs tightly around Ian's wrists.
"Good boy, now I think I need to gag you. You see I didn't gag noosebiker and he started screaming. If anyone had been nearby the game would have been over."
Ian wasn't phased by this. He'd already submitted to the cuffs which represented a far greater danger than a gag. He watched as Northerndaddy produced a stained rag from his own ruksack and first removing Ian's clash helmet he stuffed it into his mouth, before wrapping several layers of tape around his head and replacing the crash helmet. Now Northerndaddy started taking photos covering every conceivable angle and stopping occasionally to stroke his dick through his leathers.
So Ian there are a few things you should know before you hang. It was me who murdered noosebiker. He was my first and you are going to be the second, but I won't stop there. All young bikers riding red sports bikes in red leathers are prey. It was on this very spot that I hanged noosebiker from the same branch you are sitting under now. I have no idea why I am driven to do this. I've wanted to hang or suffocate a guy in red leathers since my teens but lately the urge is becoming stronger. I am already grooming the third biker like I groomed you, but he won't be hanged here in the forest. In fact I'm going to suffocate him with a plasticbag and in his own home. I'm telling you this because I'm getting off doing it and of course I know you're not going to tell anyone about it. In a few minutes I'm going to get your rope and tighten the noose around your neck and throw the other end over that branch. Then I'll take the slack out of it and pull it tight. I'll keep pulling until you are forced to stand on the foot pegs and still I'll keep pulling until half choking you are forced to stand on the seat. Then and only then I'll tie the end off on your bike handlebars. If you still believe this is a game, think about this. What make of bike did the two sports bikers say followed them in the forest and what make of bike am I on. Yes a VMAX."
Ian felt the colour draining from his face and a cold sensation in the pit of his stomach as the reality of the situation hit him. There was no time to think though. He tried to speak but the gag was totally effective. Northerndaddy had looped the rope around the handlebars and was already tightening it causing Ian to stand on the pegs. And still it was getting tighter. With his wrists cuffed behind him he was struggling to climb onto the seat without the use of his arms. Seeing the problem Northerndaddy climed onto the back of the bike and gripping Ian in a bear hug from behind lifted him until he was able to get a foothold on the seat.
Ian's physical reaction to Northerndaddys admission that he had hanged noosebiker was subsiding and unbelievably he was getting some pleasure from his situation. The sound of the rain which was now even heavier beating on his helmet, the closeness of Northerndaddys bear hug, the lump pressing into his lower back caused by Northerndaddys hard dick and the smell of his rain soaked black leathers mixing with the aroma of the new wet hemp rope were proving a combination to heady to resist. Northerndaddy felt the boys hardening dick and laughed.
Northerndaddy checked Ian had both feet planted on the seat. Then he checked the rope was sitting snugly below his Adams Apple, with the knot tight against the back of his neck before being led up the back of his crash helmet to the tree branch. He then climed off the bike and adjust the noose ensuring it was tight enough to cause Ian's breath to rasp in his windpipe before taking more photos. Once he had enough pics he secured his phone to the trunk of the Maple tree with a bungee elastic. Pointing it at the red leathered figure standing on the red Kawasaki ZX10's seat he set it to record video. Then he stood at the opposite side of the bike. Reaching down he unzipped his leather jeans and eased out his hard 8" fat dick. Leaning forward he kicked the bike. It fell in the direction of the tree causing the noose to jerk upwards and alowing Ian to swing at the end of the rope. He made a few choking noises at first before becoming silent, although he continued to twitch and kick for a few minutes. Northerndaddy was jacking off slowly, pacing himself to get maximum pleasure from the moment. He couldn't help wishing the boy had been wearing jeans as he would have loved the moment the piss flooded out soaking the denim and signalling that the game was over. As it was it was Northerndaddy that brought it to a end by shooting his load over Ian's bike.
Northerndaddy now faced a dilemma. Undoubtedly he was insane and the obsessive compulsive element of his condition was causing the problem. He wanted to take the boys briefs as a souvenir but he also wanted the murder scene to appear perfect with the boys noosed body left hanging above the red Kawasaki on the forest floor. However the body was hanging too high for him to reach and that meant he would have to cut it down. Unfortunately though there were no means of replacing it. It took him almost an hour to decide but finally he chose the souvenir. Taking a carpet knife from his ruksack he cut the rope. Ians body hit the ground with a thud. The light was fading fast as he pulled Ian's leathers off revealing his piss and cum soaked briefs. Northerndaddy couldn't belive his eyes when he saw the briefs were red. Ian must have bought them specially. Standing above the boys body he jacked off again and dropped his load on the red briefs before putting them in a plastic bag to take home.
He'd already decided this would be the bag he would use to suffocate his next victim.
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