Dan Bearhunter

Part I - West

I

The Door creaked open slowly, and a large shadow entered the dimly lit hall. One kerosene lantern spit fitfully at the other end of the narrow passage, placed on the wall above the stairs that led down to the main floor and its patrons. The noise of the boisterous activities downstairs helped to mask the movements of the large man as he closed the door to the back stairwell. The glow of a cigar lit his face as he sucked in a lungful of smoke. The bearded face was cast in the crimson glow, determined and merciless. The smoke joined the haze that drifted up from the main area downstairs. Walking with preternatural stealth for a big man he moved slowly down the hall, stopping at each door listening for activity within. The first two doors were quiet, either unoccupied at the time or the occupants were asleep. The man he hunted had come upstairs recently and not alone. When he approached the third door he heard activity within, listening carefully he heard the distinct sound of sex.  Dan Bearhunter hated coming to Straightown, the local Sheriff was not fond of him and the whole town made him uneasy. As a matter of habit Dan only came to one town regularly, and that was Gaytown. The only Time he entered "normal" towns was when he was on somebodies trail.  Dan didn't know exactly what Sheriff Peter Charlie wanted with this man , But for $2000 Dan didn't ask very many questions. With a sardonic smile Dan thought to himself: "The boy’s straight. so Charlie must have other plans than sex with this one".

Moving with deliberate care Dan tried the doorknob, to his surprise and pleasure he found it unlocked.  "That cowboy was so eager to dip his wick, he didn't even lock the door." Turning the knob the big bounty hunter cracked the door slowly, no squeak of hinges accompanied the movement. "Not that these two would notice" he thought as he listened to the grunting and moaning in the room. Light from the room spilled into the hall, Dan looked inside as he opened the door slowly.  The  room was your standard fair: a bed with a thin mattress, a dresser with a wash basin and a chair. The cowboy was mounted on the dancing girl he had picked up down stairs, his broad muscular back blocking her sight of the door.

Dan had to stop and admire the man’s athletic body, so many cowboys tended to rangy and thin but he had some meat on his bone. "Too bad he's straight , and that Peter wants him ." Dan thought to himself, his own manhood responding in his jeans as he watched. "Well better get this over"

Dan moved into the room closing the door behind him.  Moving quickly he came up behind the man and at the foot of the bed extended his gun till it touched the cowboys back.  The man jerked to a stop. Dan said calmly: "If either of y'all make any noise you’r one dead cowpoke, ya understand?" The man nodded slowly raising his hand. Dan watched the muscles ripple along the man’s back. "It’s a damn good thing ah can’t see his front or he might actually distract me", Dan thought. Reaching into a coat pocket Dan handed some manacles and a bandanna across the man’s left shoulder. "Take those and make sure the little missy here won’t be causing any fuss." Dan poked him in the back to emphasize his point. Moving slowly the cowboy used the manacles to secure the woman to the bed and then he used the bandanna to gag her.  Dan watched to make sure he wasn't trying to pull something. poking him again. "Al'righty there, son. Why don't ya pull yourself on out, if that situation you’r in". Knowing he was at a major disadvantage the cowboy slowly moved off the girl and stood. turning to face Dan as he did. The already swelling member in his pant came to full attention as Dan looked the cowboy over. He was muscular and well built, a stubble covered face with brown eyes, a light dusting of hair on the chest leading down to his manhood.  In spite of himself Dan almost stared. 

Shaking himself he concentrated on the man’s face.  "Get your pants on there, son, and don't try anything." Dan pointed at the clothing on the floor.

 The cowboy leaned down and started pulling his pants on. "What you want with me? You some kind of Bounty Hunter?", the man asked. Dan moved the cigar around in his mouth. "Yes I’m a bounty hunter and Sheriff Peter Charlie, of Gaytown, want your ass brought to him." Upon hearing the name of Peter Charlie, the cowpoke said: "Like Shit you are!" and bolted for his gun belt. Caught off guard Dan almost reacted too slow, the man's hand was on his gun when Dan manged to step in and club him at the base of his skull. The man collapsed like a rag doll. Dan sighed. Now he would have to carry him out. The woman on the bed watched with wide eyes as the big bounty hunter draped the unconscious form across a shoulder. With the man’s hands hanging loose and swinging against his butt, Dan hauled him out and down the back steps. Tossing the limp body across the back of his pack horse, Dan secured him down. then swing up onto his own horse. He was just getting ready to move out when a gravel filled voice came out of the darkness. "Hold it right there, you Bounty huntin’ son bitch." 

Dan sighed as the Sheriff of Straightown stepped from the dark. "What in sam hell do you think you’re doing, Bearhunter? I told you I don't want you in my town ever!"  Walking forward his hand hovering near his six iron, the salt and pepper moustache standing out from under the shadow of the hat. "I don't know who you got there, but there ain't no way I am letting  a fuckin faggot like you take him." Dan sat there, his temper simmering, he had never liked this man but always tried to respect the badge. But he had gone too far with the faggot crack and now he would reap what he sowed. Leaning back so that the moonlight caught his face, Dan looked at the sheriff.  Slowly with his left hand he took the smouldering stub of the cigar from his mouth. "Well Sheriff Ramrod, I think you’r right  Time we both departed."  With this said and before the Sheriff knew what was happening, Dan Bearhunter flicked the cigar stub at the sheriff, the explosion of sparks when it hit his arm as he blocked temporarily blinding him. Unseen by him Dan drew his gun with the right hand and fired. The .44 slug from the old dragoon slammed into his breast and out his back tearing through his heart on the way. Sheriff Ramrod  staggered back, his hand feeling at the blood on his chest. Without another word his eyes went vacant and he collapsed to the ground , his boots twitching  and kicking a little sand as a stain appeared on his crotch. “Too fuckin bad you were such a asshole Ramrod, I think you would have been fun in the sack.” Turning and kicking his horse, Dan rode out of Straightown. He headed to Gaytown. "I hope that there is a damn good reason you needed this man alive Peter Charlie.” 

II

It was late in the evening , the days heat was finally starting to slack when Dan Bearhunter rode into Gaytown.  It had been a hard 20 hour ride from Straightown. The dust from the trail coated the horses and the two men on them, Dan’s shirt showing the stains of sweat in the armpits and front and back. The cowboy he had tied to his packhorse was a little worse for wear: the dust and sweat had combined to cake on his naked body. The sun had been merciless and the man’s skin was red from exposure. The two horses pulled up in front of Sheriff Peter Charlie’s jailhouse.

Standing outside were two leather clad figures, Deputies Deadwood Dino and Eric Viper. Both young men were leaning against the wall, one to either side of the doorway. Dino smiled and threw his cigarette down in the dirt. Looking to Eric he stepped forward to greet Dan as he rode up. "Well, well, if it isn’t the notorious bounty hunter himself." Dan tried to ignore the satisfied smirk on the whelp’s face. As he dismounted he asked "Where is the sheriff? I got the man he sent me after.", turning to face  the two deputies as he stepped up on the walk. Eric stepped up to support his fellow deputy as Dino looked up into the cold blue eyes of the bounty hunter. "The sheriff is occupied with business." He sniggered as he said this. "Well unoccupy him. This is important." Dan informed Dino.  Eric spoke up, "Afraid we can’t do that, old man." He smiled at his own insult. "Peter might just shoot us if we were to interrupt him now." Dan rolled his eyes, "Well, if you two pups ain’t got the balls to interrupt him while he is fucking someone, I sure as hell do!" With that he stepped forward to go between the two men.

Both Dino and Eric blocked his path, Dino grabbed a hold of Dan's right forearm to prevent the big man from going for gun, Eric stood there, his own hand hovering near the butt of the pistol riding low on his hip.  Dan was seething, but controlled his temper. "Let go of me" he said quietly.  Eric smiled as Dino ignored the command. "Just turn him over to us. We'll see that he is taken good care of" the last was said with a lustful look at the naked bound man on the pack horse.  Dan looked Dino dead in the eye. "Last warning: remove your hand!" He growled low in his throat.  The smiles disappeared from both men’s faces. "I don’t think you understand." Dino said with menace, "leave now or we'll shoot you down like the old worn-out horse you are!"

"It will take more than two little shits like you!" Moving fast Dan placed his off hand on top of Dino's preventing him from pulling it back, then with a turning motion Dan swung his own hand around grabbing the trapped forearm and with a little pressure he felt and heard something pop in the Deputy’s arm.  Before Dino even had a chance to start screaming in pain, Dan’s elbow shot out and connected with Eric's jaw. A tooth popped loose as the man dropped like a brick. Stepping back Dan cleared leather, when a loud voice broke in. "What in the freaking hell is going on out here?' A half- dressed Peter Charlie was standing in the door of the jail. Looking around he saw Dino clutching his arm and Eric laying out cold on the walk. "Bearhunter, what the hell are you doing to my deputies?" Dan looked Peter in the eye. "Teaching them some manners."        

”I brought you the man you wanted and these pups wanted him for themselves." Stepping out of the jail Peter looked up at the man on the horse. "What have you done to him? He looks like you dragged him through hell!" Walking up to the prisoner, Dan grabbed him pulling him down to stand by the horse. "Does that mean you don’t want him anymore?" The prisoner looked up at Peter Charlie. "Oh I want him alright." The man shivered in Dan's hand. "But you could have cleaned him up for me." With a impatient sigh Dan pushed the bound man back, causing him to fall into the horse trough.  He came up spluttering. looking back to Peter. "Ok, now there is just the matter of my money". A wicked smile crept over Peter's face. "All in good time big guy." Motioning behind him, Chris Hunter and Luke Black came out and gathered up the other two deputies, leaving Peter and Dan alone with the prisoner.

Peter looked at Dan. "Before I pay you, I want you to gather up some more men for me." Spitting in the dirt Dan looked at the dark sheriff of Gaytown. "That wasn't the deal" Anger clouding the handsome face of Peter "I don’t care what the deal was! I am sheriff of Gaytown and you will do things my way!" Pointing at the prisoner shivering in the trough, "This man was one of five men who had the temerity to rob a stage that had my money on it!"  Walking up to Dan "Once I interrogate him YOU WILL go after his accomplice's, and YOU WILL bring them to me ALIVE!" The last was said with Peter poking his finger into Dan’s hairy chest.  The realization that he might have gone too far dawned on Peter’s face  as he felt the hard barrel of Dan's gun pressing against his crotch. Talking softly Dan poked the barrel of the gun harder. "Now you listen here, Peter Charlie, I don’t like being touched in that manner and I sure as hell ain’t going to hunt more men for you, till you pay me!" Stammering: "Well, if you shoot me my Deputies will gun you down before you get five yards. So, what are you going to do?" Thinking for just a second Dan smiled. "I am going to screw you over Peter, just like you did to me." Pushing Peter up to the walk, Dan suddenly turned and fired a shot into the man he had hauled here from Straightown. The man convulsed  splashing water out of the trough before relaxing into death, sinking into the water, blood running from the hole in his forehead. A commotion arose from the jail shadows just as Chris was coming into the doorway. Dan shoved Peter at him. The two men went down in a heap. Dan turned and mounted his horse riding away from the jail.

III

The dust from Dan Bearhunter's hasty exit had barely settled  when Peter, Chris and Luke came charging out the door. Luke fired a few shots at the bounty hunter’s back, but it was mostly for show.  Peter Charlie was livid with rage. "I don't care how fucking good he is at his job! No one!! I repeat: no one, not even that son of a bitch gets away with treating me like that in my own town!!" Spittle flew from Peter's mouth as he yelled, looking around he made eye contact with Chris and Luke. "I want you two to get after him! Bring him to me alive if you can, or his body if you can’t !" Chris and Luke went around behind the jail to gather their horses. When they came back out front they went to the sheriff. "He's gonna be a mite hard to track in the dark"  Chris commented.  Peter just sneered. "All you boys need to do is check a couple of places. I know his habits." 

Turning to walk inside he looked over his shoulder at the two deputies. A evil gleam in his eyes. “He always visits Ray. So it’s an even bet if you boys wait a little while, that you can catch him with his pants down either at the bath, or the undertakers" Turning to close the door. “You boys won’t disappoint me now, will ya?"  With that he closed the door.

 Dan Bearhunter slowed down when Gaytown was a mile behind him, his horse lathered and panting. Dismounting he poured some water from his canteen into his hat for the worn out beast. As the horse slurped up the water, Dan cursed himself for losing his temper with Peter Charlie. "That man always did get under my skin" he thought. Placing the damo hat back on his head, he started walking the horse. He would head back into Gaytown by a different route. The only tracker hereabouts good enough to track him in the dark wasn’t in town. Dan knew that going back into town so soon was risky, but after that run in with Peter and killing the cowboy, he was randy as hell and Ray was the only man he let that close to him.

  Luke leaned against the window frame of the room that he and Chris were holed up in. They had taken it so that they could watch Ray’s two shops. The fact that he was the town’s Barber and undertaker meant that both places were close together.  They were watching as two drifters that Peter Charlie payed carried the body of the unlucky cowboy to the undertakers. Ray had helped them take it inside, the two drifters had emerged again and left, but Ray was still inside.

Chris was leaning against a wall, quick drawing his gun, spinning it a few times and reholstering it. He had been repeating this for about a half hour now. "You think he'll be dumb enough to come back tonite Luke?" Luke smiled "Oh yeah. He'll show".  Not satisfied by the answer, Chris continued. "What makes you say that?" Luke never turned away from watching. "Well, think about it, Chris. What's one of the things we enjoy about putting lead into some one?"  Chris looked like he was thinking, "It makes us horny and hard as hell!" he exclaimed. Luke nodded "And Bearhunter is no different, he will follow his hard cock right back here to Ray."

It seemed like forever to the young bucks staking out Ray's business buildings, but their wait payed off around midnight. A shadow emerged from the dark and made its way to the undertaker's place. They quickly identified that it was indeed Bearhunter. They both watched with interest and bulges in their pants, both from the excitement and from seeing Ray's affectionate greeting for the big man. They soon stepped inside.

 Chris started to move, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him. Luke pulled the young buck close. "Let’s not get to all fired up to go get him just yet."  Luke pulled Chris close, "We got time to enjoy ourselves a little while they get reacquainted." With that said Luke planted a kiss on the surprised but horny young deputy.  Chris responded with passion to the kiss, soon the two leather clad hunks were enjoying each other with a passion that only killers of men could understand...

 Ray answered the knocking at the door of his undertaker’s building. "Dan!”, he exclaimed, a smile brightening his goateed face. Grabbing Dan behind the neck he pulled him into a deep passionate kiss. After a few seconds he released the man and invited him in. "Damn it’s good to see you", he said as they walked inside. "But I guess I shouldn't be surprised, after all your handiwork is laying in the cold room."  Shrugging off his duster Dan apologised: "Sorry about that, Ray, but I couldn't let Peter Charlie get away with treating me like one of his boys." Ray just shook his head and smiled fondly at the big man. "You know he just replaced his deputies after the last time you two had a quarrel?" Dan looked in the cold room as he passed it, even dead the cowboy he had brought back for Peter was quite the sight. The thought of killing him causing a bulge to grow in his jeans. Ray noticing the bulge walked up and placed his hand on the man’s crotch. "Looks like you need some attention." With a smile and a parting caress, he turned to lead Dan from the undertaker’s building to the barber shop next door.

Luke and Chris were too involved in their own passion to notice the two men shift buildings. Both men were intwined on the single cot in the room, sweat covered the two athletically built young men. Luke had dominated Chris at first, taking what he wanted from the man, but now Chris was turning the tables. His lips explored Luke’s chest and belly moving ever downward towards the swollen member. Then just when Luke didn't think it could get any better, a moan escaped his lips as Chris made contact....

 Ray led Dan to his private room in the back of the barber shop, once there he turned and started to undress the big bear. Ray had always had a fondness for Bears and since there seemed to be a shortage of them in Gaytown, he had always treated Dan well. No sooner than he had Dan's shirt off he started running his hands through the hair on his chest. Kissing, licking and nibbling on the Bears chest and nipples, Ray finished undoing Dan’s belts. Dan stepped out of his clothing and threw Ray onto the bed a big smile splitting his bearded face.....

 Luke and Chris finished dressing. Checking their rigs and weapons, they left the room sneaking across the dark street approaching the undertaker building. When they got to the door of the building they flanked the door, Chris reached and opened the door, Luke burst inside both guns drawn. The room was empty. "Shit" Luke muttered quietly.

 "What?" Chris asked. "Looks like we have to find them." Luke walked towards the back of the shop. Chris followed. They entered the small hallway. The first door they came to was the cold room. Looking inside, Luke almost shot the corpse on the slab. "Damn, forgot he might be here."  "Yeah, unlucky fucker." Chris snickered. "Just as well that Dan shot him, the boss would've done worse." Luke shook his head "Don’t let him hear you say that." Luke turned to continue looking but bumped a table knocking over a urn. The urn hit the floor with a crash. Both Chris and Luke said "Shit"....

 Dan and Ray had finished enjoying themselves and had moved out of the back. Dan was soaking in a tub of hot water smoking a cigar. Ray was busy stropping a razor, getting ready to trim up the wild growth on Dan’s face when he heard the crash next door. Raising an eyebrow, he set down the razor. "I will be right back Dan", he said as he turned towards the door. "Where ya going?" Ray smiled. "Don’t worry, I'll be back." He left Dan soaking in the room.

 Luke and Chris heard Ray close the door next door and got ready. When the door opened they were surprised that Ray wasn’t surprised. "What the hell are you two doing here?" Ray asked. Luke and Chris smiled at each other. "What do you think we're doing, Barber?" Ray looked impatient. "Look I know you guys haven't been working for Peter long, but surely he told you that my place is off limits" Chris and Luke looked at each other and shrugged. "Haven’t got a clue what you’re talking about, Ray, so how about you get those hands where I can see them?" Ray looked surprised and then a little concerned. "Shit, Peter's really mad" The two deputies  nodded agreement. “Chris, you go around back. I’ll take Ray in and get his attention, you understand?" Chris nodded that he did and left. “Alright, Ray, let’s say you and I get close and personal?"

 Dan was sitting blowing smoke rings, wondering where Ray had gotten to, when he heard the door open. "Where the fuck you been, Ray? The water’s getting cool."

Ray with Luke’s gun firmly pressed against his head stepped where Dan could see them. "Afraid we got distracted" Luke said as he felt up Rays ass. "Now you be a good man and just sit there and Ray here won’t have another hole in his head." Dan blew more smoke. "What the hell are you doing here? Peter knows this is off limits?" Luke got a puzzled look on his face. "You know he said the same damn thing",  cocking his gun, "and I don’t give a rat fuck where we aren't supposed to be!" "Peter Charlie said to come here and get you and that’s exactly what we are gonna do!"  Anger like storm clouds swept across Dan's face "The fuck you are!" He sat forward, water sloshing as his mass moved. Then all hell broke loose. Ray shouted a warning  as Chris came up behind Dan. Ray grabbed Luke’s arm pulling it away from his head, Chris clubbed Dan on the back of the head with the butt of his pistol. Dan stopped moving shaking his head. Ray and Luke struggled for control of the gun. Luke yelled at Chris: "Hit him again."

Chris raised the pistol, just as he brought it down there was the sound of a shot. Everyone froze. Dan’s eyes rolled up and closed with a sigh as he sank back into the tub. Chris had hit him again, but Ray and Luke saw the bullet hole in his chest. While Ray stood there stunned, Luke snagged the other gun from his rig and pushed it hard into Rays belly. Muffled explosions ripped through the small room. Pain and surprise on Ray's face, blood trickled from his mouth as he fell over to lay face down on the floor. An evil smile spread over Luke’s face and a bulge filled his crotch.  Looking up at Chris  "Don’t let him drown". Chris looked confused for a second then said “Oh, yeah" grabbing Dan's hair he pulled him above the red water. "You guys shot him?" Luke shrugged his shoulders. "Is he dead?" Chris put his hand on the man’s chest. "Still beating " he said.  "Good" Luke moved to help Chris. "Let’s go I have an idea".

IV

Dan slowly regained consciousness, becoming aware of his surroundings and body. The first thing he realized was that he couldn't move. Flexing his arms and chest he realized he had been bound to a chair. Opening his eyes and blinking to clear the cobwebs from his head he could see the ropes and the dried blood on his chest. "That could be a problem " he thought.  Raising his head he looked around.

The motion from the big bounty hunter caught Luke's attention. "Well well, look who’s still in the land of the living?" Luke said sarcastically. Chris smiled and followed Luke as they approached the restrained man. "Peter Charlie told us to bring you to him alive Bearhunter, but he didn't say in what condition." As he finished his statement Luke slammed his fist into Dan's big gut. Dan grunted with the impact. Looking Luke in the eye, "Better men than you have beaten me, son ."   "DON'T CALL ME SON!" Luke threw a cross punch rocking Dan's head back. Chris stood back enjoying his partners work. Dan brought his head around, licking blood from his lips. "Did I touch a sore spot, SON?"  Luke punched Dan again and blood flowed from the man’s broken nose. "I SAID DON’T".  Spitting out blood, Dan smiled, "Did I hit a nerve?" Luke stood back seething with rage. "OZ!"  he yelled.  Out of the darkness of the livery which Dan now knew he resided, Oz approached carrying a rope. Luke turned and looked at the owner of the livery. "He's all yours, Oz " 

Oz had always enjoyed hangings, he was an expert hangman himself. It wasn't too often that he got to practice his hobby.  Dan looked at him as he tied the noose with precision. Smiling at the naked man in the chair, "Sorry about this, Bearhunter. I always liked you, but when Peter Charlie wants something done, not too many say no and live to tell."  Oz slipped the noose over Dan’s head, placing the knot under the left ear, like he was supposed to. Then as he tossed the rope over a rafter, Luke came up and moved the knot. "Peter won’t want it quick, he will choke his way to hell!"  Dan sat quietly during all this, thinking to himself, "Peter won’t break the truce, these idiot children don't know what they are doing".  Luke turned to Chris, "Grab the rope" he said pointing.  Chris walked over and took the rope from Oz, who stepped back, a bulge developing in his pants. "Pull up the slack, Chris."  Luke smiled as Dan lifted his head trying to keep the noose from tightening. Pulling his gun from the black leather holster Luke aimed it at Dan. "Oz, cut him loose from the chair but don't touch the ropes around his hands." Oz moved in and quickly did as Luke asked. As soon as the chair was free Luke looked at Chris, the young deputy then tugged on the rope bringing Dan to his feet. "Keep climbing, you big ox." Luke motioned with the gun. With the tugs on his throat to help him Dan was soon standing on the chair. The tight rope around his throat was making Dan hard, Oz too was experiencing some tightness in his jeans. "Tie it off Chris." putting his gun back in his holster. “Oz, you make damn sure he stays up there till me and Chris get back with Peter. You understand?"  Oz nodded that he did. "Alright, let’s go get Peter and show him the present we have for him"  With that said Luke and Chris left the livery.

Dan stood carefully balanced on the chair, the tight rope around his neck and the feel of the hemp was turning him on. All the same though he didn't intend to let anyone adjust the length of his neck, his pulse pounded in his ears as he tried to ease the rope. Oz stood back in the shadows as he watched the big man squirm, but he knew his craft well and there was no way that Bearhunter would be able to slip that noose. He had moved back when Luke had Chris take the rope. Now alone here in the dark, his cock and balls out of his jeans, Oz slowly stroked himself enjoying the sight before him. So caught up in his self-pleasure, he failed to notice another shadow move up behind him. A hand clamped around Oz's face muffling him as a large knife pierced his body. Oz arched back in pain and surprise, the tip of the blade emerging from his belly just above the button. A quiet voice in his ear "Don't fight, Oz, just relax and close your eyes". Oz didn't want to listen to the voice but he felt so tired all of the sudden. The tip of the knife disappeared back into Oz's belly only to reemerge again higher . Oz spasmed once against his attacker, then felt the rush as his cum exploded out of his cock , then as death claimed him he relaxed into death. 

Dan watched the death of Oz with interest, his own manhood responding to the exciting scene played out before him. Surprise registered on his face as Ray stepped from the shadows. Ray's shirt was stained with blood: Oz's and his own. He staggered to Dan cutting the rope with Dan's own Bowie. Dan quickly removed the noose from his head; stepping off the chair he caught Ray as he collapsed. "Oh Lord, Ray, you've been shot!"  Ray swallowed, "Yeah he got me good Dan, but I couldn't let them get you too and I brought your rig, it’s outside" Ray coughed and blood showed on his lips.  "I'm so cold, hold me Dan."  Dan pulled his lover and best friend close. "Who shot ya, tell me which one, Ray."  Ray shivered against the big man. "It was Luke"  he said weakly.  Tears started to leak from Dan's eyes. "Damn him and damn Peter Charlie, he knew you were off limits." Ray's breathing was shallow. Dan barely heard his next words. "Kiss me, Dan." The big man pulled the man he had loved close and kissed him hard. Ray breathed his last during that kiss, a small shudder going through him as he creamed his jeans upon death.  Dan, tears filling his eyes, lay Ray down. Standing he looked down on the lifeless body. "It wasn't supposed to happen this way, we should have had years together". A hardness came to Dan's blue eyes. "I have buried too many lovers, Charlie knows this. OK we play this his way. Luke Black will pay and when I'm done Peter Charlie will regret the day he met me and breaking the Covenant.

 Peter walked towards the livery stable. Luke and Chris said that they had Dan Bearhunter waiting for him. Both young men exuded confidence and a little arrogance, which was one of the reasons he had wanted them.  Young hot men full of themselves made Peter hard, so he always had a few around. they did tend to get used up and end up dead, but there was always more. When they entered the Livery, Peter stopped in his tracks. The two deputies stared with their mouths open. Peter turned to Luke "Well?"  Luke stammered for a sec. "We had him, honest, boss, we had him on that chair trussed up like a Christmas goose" Chris chimed in "We did and Oz was making sure he didn't get loose".  Peter looked. "Well I don't see either of them. Luke and Chris went into the building, Luke quickly found Ray and Oz laying next to one another. "Oh fuck me!"  Luke exclaimed.  Peter walked up "Later, maybe." he said off handed. His eyes got wide. "Oh, shit is right. Tell me you didn't shoot Ray?"

"Well, he got in the way boss." "You said go get Bearhunter and you told us where"  Peter looked at Luke with such intensity that Luke started to sweat. "Did I say Shoot anyone? I told you no one dies in Gaytown till I say so." Peter moved quickly and Luke staggered back holding his face. "Yes boss." he managed to say. Chris called out then: "Hey, Boss, you should see this."  Luke watched Peter walk over to Chris, if looks could kill Peter Charlie would be writhing on the ground. "What you got?" Peter asked Chris. Chris just pointed at the chair written in blood on the seat of the chair: Boot Hill / 24 was all it said. Peter Charlie had a chill of dread go down his spine. Turning to the two deputies: "Don't you fucking worry about it, now get these bodies to the undertakers."  Luke and Chris started to grab Oz first.  Peter looked into the sky as lightning flashed. A storm was coming.

V

The gathering storm flashed and rumbled around Dan Bearhunter as he rode away from Gaytown.  His head hung low as the rain started to fall, the water increasing in intensity as he rode. Soon the water was pouring of his hat as he rode. The weather made navigating difficult, but Dan knew where he was going. His mind wandered as he rode, images of Ray, Chris, Oz, Luke and Peter flooding his mind. How had things gone so bad? Peter is out of his mind.  It’s been years since The Covenant had been agreed upon by the four. It had been 6 years since that first meeting but things had been running smoothly more or less. That was until now.

 Dan huddled in under his duster and lit a cigar. The tip glowing in the dark as he sucked on it, the horse's hoof splashing in puddles as it plodded along it head hung low to keep the rain out of its eyes. The pair moved along slowly in the dark, the rain a constant patter of sound around them. Lost in their thoughts and misery, they failed to notice that they were being watched. The first indication that something was wrong was a thump in his back. Dan arched back in pain grabbing at his back: the hard shaft of an arrow met his grasping hand. "Ah! Fuck!" Dan groaned. As he arched back the unseen watchers took the opportunity to fire into his exposed chest and belly. Three arrows thunked hard into his belly and chest. Grasping at the arrow in his chest "Fuck, but they have gotten better" was his last thought before the all too familiar darkness closed in again. Dan was unaware of the half naked men who came to stand over him as he lay in the mud and water, the water taking on the color of blood, the rain putting out the cigar.

When consciousness returned once again to Dan, he felt heat and smelled sulphur. He struggled out of the darkness, familiar with his surroundings and wondering if the devil was watching him. Dan cracked his eyes open and gave a sigh. The site of hanging furs, Demon masks and the guttering of firelight greeted him. Sitting up he looked at the face of Wolfkiller. "Do we have to meet like this every time?" Dan asked. The leader of the Meesohornee Tribe was as lean and muscular as Dan remembered. With a surprisingly deep voice the man responded. "If I remember correctly, part of the Covenant said that the rest of you would leave the tribe to me".  Pulling off the blanket that had covered him, Dan sat on the floor of the sweatlodge, naked as was Wolfkiller.  "I did not come here to interfere with you and the tribe Killer. But Peter Charlie is starting to interfere with my part of it and I need you to Summon Him." Wolfkiller looked at Dan. "Bear, you know that I cannot summon him lightly." Wolfkiller pulled out a pipe and loaded tobacco into it. "Do you truly believe that Peter will break the Covenant, Bear?" Wolfkiller puffed the pipe to life as he waited for Dan to answer.

"Well, you tell me. The agreement was you would have the tribe, Peter would have the town, I would wander in and out of town as I please and wouldn't interfere in his  affairs. And he would leave me and mine alone." Dan took the pipe as Wolfkiller offered it to him. "And what has he done to change this?" Wolfkiller asked. Taking a deep drag on the pipe, Dan handed it back, holding the smoke for a minute, before exhaling the cloud of smoke. "He asked me to help him out, and like a fool I did it, when things didn't work out he lost his head and sicced his puppies on me." Wolfkiller listened as he puffed on the pipe. "This is nothing new, what went wrong this time?" Dan looked hard at the half breed. "Well, for starters he's got Chris working for him." Wolf smiled as he handed the pipe to Dan again. "Bear, when we gave you that boy after finding him in the woods, we told you he would not make you a good son. The spirits say he has a dark soul."  Dan nodded as he puffed the pipe. "But surely that is not the reason you have come here Bear."  A trail of smoke escaped from Dan's mouth as he spoke, "No, that's not the reason, Wolf. They killed Ray." anger starting to gather in Dan’s voice. "And that sure as hell does threaten the Covenant!". Wolfkiller raised an eyebrow "I will send a message to him, but it may take days for him to arrive, what will you do in the meantime?" Dan looked Wolfkiller in the eyes. "I’m going to make  his life hell till then!"   

VI

Dan Bearhunter Looked at Wolfkiller as they finished smoking the pipe in silence. The tobacco smoke made the heated air of the lodge heavy and thick. Wolfkiller leaned to the side and retrieved a pouch. Digging inside he found some herbs and peyote. Tossing the dried leaves and buds into the fire, he looked at Dan. "Bear, I feel you need to relax and calm yourself." Stirring the fire to make more of the incense laden smoke: "If you confront Peter in your current state you will make decisions based on emotion and that could lead you to put yourself in his clutches." Dan's blue eyes never left Wolfkiller, even though he could feel the effects of the smoke already making him light headed. Standing to leave: "Bear, seek your answers in the spirit world, and when you return you will once again pay me my price for my help." With that last comment Wolfkiller turned and left the lodge.

Dan closed his eyes, his big chest expanded as he breathed deep. His mind started to wander, going back into his memories. The images were chaotic at first, glimpses of past events and people he had known. The images finally settled down and Dan found himself standing outside a familiar Welsh cottage. The King’s men mounted on horseback were staring down at the farmer. Dan recognized himself and this memory. The welsh language still came to him after all this time. "The King does not care what you think, or what the people of this village think of you, Deviant!"

The disgust that the guard showed for Dan's former self was evident on his face. "The King needs men and even though you exhibit heretical behaviour, you are a man and a big one, you will join the other men on the battlefield tomorrow at dawn." With that said the horsemen rode away leaving the farmer to his own thoughts.

Dan remembered what those thoughts were, thoughts of loneliness, and being outcast among his village. The Bible labelled Homosexuals as deviants and heretic, and the good Christian people of the village had only tolerated his presence due to his father’s standing in the community. His father was dead now and perhaps dying on the battlefield would end the lonely existence.

The images of the vision shifted and Dan stood over the battlefield, the two armies already engaged in bloody conflict. He was soon standing amidst the battle, swords flashed and men screamed, blood making the already perpetually wet ground even more slippery. Soon he was standing next to himself watching as he joined battle for the first time. He remembered clearly the emotions he had felt that day. Fear of death and pain, anticipation of battle, adrenaline pumping excitement that he would be a part of this, and of course lust, lust for the muscular men fighting and dying near him , and lust for the kill. All around them Men clashed some were victorious stabbing and cutting down their opponents, other fell before the blades slipping into the final peace. Dan remembered as he watched, a peasant from the opposing army came at him, Dan shoved his sworn into the man’s belly, and quickly grew hard as the man writhed and moaned on his sword before dying and filling his pants with cum. Fascinated by what he saw Dan failed to see the sword that came his way. Cold steel cut its way into Dan’s belly. Fire and ice all in one. Dan dropped his weapon grabbing at the sword in his belly. Even in the haze of pain Dan felt his cock harden in his breeches. Sinking to his knees, the sword was yanked out cutting his hands; looking up into the eyes of his killer Dan saw a handsome face. A face with eyes as old as time but young. Dan remembered faintly what happened next. The pain as the sword once again invaded his body, the faint pop of his heart muscle being penetrated, the explosion of cum in his breeches and the peaceful darkness. Yes, Dan Bearhunter remembered his first meeting with the man who would be known as Jess Quinn, The Sagebrush Kid.

VII

Wolfkiller looked into the sweat lodge to check on Bear; he saw the big man sitting naked, sweat running down his hairy chest and back. Wolf walked away to prepare for the Ascension Rite that must be performed that night. As he walked he remembered how he had come to know the man he called Bear.

Wolfkiller had been young then, not yet a man. The tribe he came from had lived in the Rocky Mountains near the place that the white man called Yellowstone. He had a rough time as a child, his father a white man that had begot him upon his mother and then got himself killed. The tribe had taken her back in, but they barely accepted the half breed in their midst. In particular a young man named Wolfeyes had it in for him. Wolfeyes took perverse delight in tormenting him. As fate would have it and it often did, Wolfeyes and he were sent out to hunt for game.

They were far from camp when they heard noise from the river ahead of them. Wolfeyes had taken every opportunity to make derogatory remarks during the trek. Now he was all business as the two young men creeped up on whatever was at the river.

Both young men gasped: bathing in the river was a White man, one of the many that trapped and lived in the mountains. The tribal leaders had decided to leave them alone. Wolfeyes was one of many warriors that thought that these invaders should be exterminated. Wolfkiller remembered the excitement he felt then, seeing the naked man stirred something in him, and the lust to kill was evident on Wolfeyes face.

Wolfeyes looked at the man and his belonging on the bank. "The fool is vulnerable" he said nodding at the weapons left on the bank out of reach. Snorting in disgust: "These pale faces call us savages, but look at him. His body and face covered in hair like a Bear."  Grabbing his knife from his belt Wolfeyes looked at young Wolfkiller. “We shall kill this Bear and take his gun back with us”.

Young Wolfkiller had never killed a man before, his body was shaking with nervous energy, and to his surprise his manhood was starting to push at the loincloth he wore. Suddenly Wolfeyes bolted from the brush, running towards the man in the water his knife raised. Wolfkiller ran after him, caught up in the blood lust of his fellow tribe member. The man reacted quickly, far quicker than a man his size should, thought Wolfkiller.

Wolfkiller sprinted to get to the equipment before the white man. He passed Wolfeyes and was about to grab the big man’s gun, when the big man himself, still dripping water from his body, ran into the young man. The man’s big shoulder knocked him aside and into the sand. Wolfkiller looked up from his sprawled position to see Wolfeyes and the man collide and start to grapple. Young Wolfkiller lay there staring, unable to move, his attention locked on the life and death struggle happening in front of him. Muscles bulged and moved around under bronzed and white skin as the two men struggled. The big man had Wolfeyes knife arm held fast in his left hand, the right hand was held by Wolfeyes as he struggled to keep the big paw from his throat. Both combatants were staring at each other with hatred and lust in their eyes, the golden brown eyes that had given Wolfeyes his name and the startling blue of the white man.  The young man couldn't help but notice that the naked man's manhood was stiff as his own. Shaking his head he realized that like a true bear it would take more than one warrior to take him down. Grabbing his own knife from the ground he leaped into the fight.

Jumping up Wolfkiller grabbed a hold of the white man as he landed on his big back, plunging his knife into the man’s ribs as he did.

He felt his knife grind against the ribs as he sought vital organs. The man arched back in pain as he was attacked, reaching around with one hand, trying to pluck the unseen attacker from his back. Wolfkiller had one arm around his throat and he pulled the knife out and plunged it back into the man’s belly. Wolfeyes with his one hand free grabbed the knife from his other hand. Before the naked man could do more than widen his eyes, Wolfeyes stabbed his knife into the belly as well. Wolfkiller could not believe the power in the man he straddled, three knife wounds and still he struggled: the bear spirit was truly in the white man. Pulling back on the thick neck he forced the man to arch back exposing more of his chest and belly to Wolfeyes. The man released Wolfeyes, trying to peel the arm from his throat, Wolfeyes seized the moment using both hands he let out a war whoop and plunged the knife down into the big chest of this man. Wolfeyes watched as the man stopped struggling, his eyes wide in shock, his hands grabbing at the knife in his chest. Wolfkiller felt the big man shudder under him and start to sink to his knees. Stepping away from him, both Wolfkiller and Wolfeyes watched the man's final moments. 

The big man gasped for air and coughed up blood which stained his lips and beard. He fell over on his side, his belly and chest heaving for air that his heart no longer pumped through his body. Then with a great heave and arching back, his body convulsed, white cum shot from his cock coating his lower belly and the ground under him. Relaxing into death his body rolled onto its back the knife still in his chest. 

Wolfkiller just stood there staring, he had never seen a man die before and his own loincloth was damp with precum from watching. Wolfeyes stepped forward, his joy at bringing the big man down evident in his stride. Planting a moccasin'd foot on the man’s chest, he pulled his knife out. Turning towards Wolfkiller he noticed the younger man’s staring and hard cock. Instantly a plan formed in his mind. "Well, don't just stand there." he said. “Come on over and look at your first victory". Slowly he walked over to stand, staring down at the sightless eyes. The feelings rushing through his body combined with the adrenaline in his blood made him shiver. "Why am I  aroused by this?" he wondered , "is this normal?" As he stood staring at the body, watching as blood formed a small rivulet that stained the river water, he heard a "click" and before he could turn an explosion happened behind him. The .50 caliber slug from the buffalo rifle caught Wolfkiller square in the back. The force combined with muscles going limp threw him down to land atop the dead white man. He felt his cock shoot cum and then fell into the darkness.

Wolfkiller didn't actually remember what happened after that, but had pieced together some of the information. Wolfeyes left the two bodies where they were. Having killed the hated halfbreed and one of the white devils in their land, he was proud of himself. When he returned to camp he wove a story of ambush and sorrow. He told the elders of the ambush, how the white man had shot the young man from behind and hiding. Wolfeyes had charged the man and killed him before he could reload. He brought the rifle back to show his victory. When the elders asked him which white man he had killed, he responded that they all looked alike and what did it matter? They nodded and walked away ,leaving Wolfeyes with the feeling they were not telling him something.

Wolfkiller had been surprised to wake up. He knew that he should be dead. he opened his eyes and looked at the wooden interior of a cabin. Sitting up he found he was in a bed. Looking around further he noticed a figure sitting in the shadows by the fire. A voice asked if he was well.

"I appear to be fine" he responded standing. "Do I have you to thank for my miraculous survival?" The figure stepped forwards and standing there fully dressed and ALIVE, was the big white man from the river.

Wolfkiller walked back towards the sweat lodge. It was almost time for the rite to be performed. As he walked he remembered how the Bear had told him that they were both cursed or blessed, depending on your point of view. They had been gifted with a rare ability: they were immortal. Though they experienced death just like everyone else, they would eventually heal and get up. He had said that Immortals were rare and even rarer were gay ones. He told how he had met Jess, and how he had done something similar for Bear. And he had also told the young Wolfkiller that he would no longer be able to go home.

 He had been right, but being young he didn't want to believe it. So he had gone home. The reception he got was startling. Women fainted, warriors he had never seen show fear, were terrified of him. As he approached the elders, they told him to stand and face their judgment. Confused, he asked why. They explained what Wolfeyes had told them. They asked him questions. Then they summoned Wolfeyes to them. A short time later Wolfeyes appeared, his eyes wide at seeing Wolfkiller. They asked him questions. After they were done, they left to consult each other in the council Tipi.  Wolfeyes just stared at him during this time. When the elders finally returned, they informed both young men that they had known of the white man. They said he was blessed by the healing spirit of the Bear and they left him alone. Wolfeyes had endangered their standing with the spirits and had tried to murder Wolfkiller. They informed them both that they would fight to settle their dispute.

Wolfkiller had proven victorious. After a few minutes of struggling, both bodies sweaty, he had managed to get the advantage. He had enjoyed holding Wolfeyes close as the man died in his arms, holding the knife that had ended his lies and life as he went limp. The elders proclaimed him a man and named him Wolfkiller. They also sent him away. For he too was blessed by the Bear spirit of healing and must travel alone. That had been years ago. Since then he had learned more from Bear, and also from Jess, who called himself the Sagebrush Kid now.  Unfortunately, he thought, as he entered the sweat lodge. He had found out as had Bear and Jess. That not all immortals were benevolent, and even a gay Immortal could lust for power. That was the lesson they had learned when Bear had found Peter Charlie.

VIII

Dan Bearhunter opened his eyes and looked up as Wolfkiller entered the lodge. "You’r ready I take it?" Bear asked Wolf.  "How many are there tonite?"  Wolf answered. "There are only two tonite, you should be able to take them both on at once." Wolf smiled as he teased the big man. "After all you are bigger than both of them combined ." Dan couldn’t help but smile himself. "Aint my fault you native types don’t seem to get as big." He poked Wolfkiller playfully. Standing he dressed for the ceremony: a deerskin loincloth similar to Wolfkiller’s, his bearclaw necklace, a gift from Wolf, and some body paint to finish. Once he was ready Wolfkiller left the lodge. Bearhunter shook his arms and legs loosening up in preparation for the ceremony. Outside he heard Wolfkiller addressing the tribe.

Wolfkiller called the men of the Meesohornee Tribe together. He watched as the various men gathered. The differences of the members of the tribe always struck him the most when they gathered. Lakota Sioux, Blackfeet, Pawnee, Cheyenne and Arapahoe all gathered together, plus many more from all over the plains, each one cast out of his own tribe for being Bardiche, but not wanting to accept the role of a woman in the tribe, each one still a warrior at heart. After wandering the plains for a few years Wolfkiller, Bear, Jess and Peter had all settled here. They had worked out the Covenant, Jess and Peter had built Gaytown with help from others they had met over the years. Wolfkiller and Bear had gathered some Natives and they set up in the valley, starting the Meesohornee tribe. Once the two settlement were established, their populations grew. It seemed that men all over the west were just waiting for something like this to happen.  As part of the Covenant, Peter would hold sway over Gaytown as Sheriff. Jess would wander the west looking for others and coming back to Gaytown whenever he chose. Peter eventually grew to resent Jess's presence and they started having difficulties. In order to preserve their secrets from the normal inhabitants of Gaytown, Jess chose to let Peter hold his reign of terror over the town, leaving for long periods only to reappear suddenly. Wolfkiller held similar sway over the natives of his tribe. The warriors of the tribe needed rituals and a chance to prove themselves in battle has caused problems with Gaytown, when some warriors would get full of themselves and attack the men of Gaytown. In order to help keep the Covenant, Wolfkiller created trials and rituals to keep the warriors satisfied.

Because most of the men who came to join Wolfkiller's Tribe rarely got the chance to become warriors in their own tribe, they desired very strongly to prove themselves. Taking advantage of Bear’s gifts and the needs of the men in his tribe, Wolf decided that new warriors would combat Bear. The ones that survived would have the ego boost of having killed a white man, and Bear would eliminate the weak. Such was the Ceremony to be performed tonite.

Wolfkiller finished the beginning rituals and Bear walked out from the darkness, looking the part of his namesake, big hairy and armed with a knife. There was no mistaking the predatory look on his bearded face. He stepped into the circle of warriors facing his two opponents. The two warriors dressed in loincloths and armed with their own knives looked at Bear, then at each other. The two men charged at Bear. Ready for this rush, Bear crouched suddenly his right leg shooting out to catch the man on his right in the solar plexus. Air rushed from the man’s lungs with a loud woof! He was flung back to land gasping for air. Bear saw the other man rushing in, knife raised to plunge into his back. Reacting faster than he looked Bear rolled into the man’s legs cutting them out from under him.  The brave was caught off guard and fell over the big man as he rolled. Landing hard the knife flew from his hand. Bear rolled to his feet dirt and grass clinging to his body, the excitement of the fight obvious from the tenting of his loincloth. Looking he saw that the first man was still trying to catch his breath. Quickly he advanced on the other brave desperately searching for his knife. Bear grabbed the brave from behind, grasping an ankle he flipped the man on his back. The brave’s loincloth came off. The man was obviously as into the adrenaline rush as Bear was. Throwing himself down to pin the brave Bear plunged his knife into the brave’s heaving belly. The man let out a blood curdling scream, grabbed at his belly, arching under Bear in pain as Bear held the knife hard into his guts.

The circle of warriors chanted in ritual upon seeing the brave mortally wounded. With a last gasp the brave shuddered under Bear and shot his death load on to Bears belly. Caught up in the sallying of the brave, Bear momentarily forgot the other brave. With a fierce yell the other man jumped and landed on Bears back. With a loud thump the brave stabbed into Bears big back. Arching back up in pain Bear growled in pain trying to grab the brave from his back. Blood flying, the young Apache pulled the knife and sunk it in again higher. Bear grunted as the knife punctured his right lung. A big cough shook his body and blood stained his lips and beard. Still digging at the arm around his neck, Bear was losing strength. The brave, feeling the big man weakening against him, pulled the knife out again. Bear shuddered as the knife’s removal allowed his lung to collapse, he readied himself for what would come next. The Apache reversed his grip on the knife and raised it above his head. Letting out an Apache war cry he leaned in and plunged the blade into the Bears big chest. Bear spasmed in the warriors arms, a stream of deathload shot out across the body under him. Going limp in the brave’s arms, he fell on top of the dead pawnee. The circle cheered the addition of the new warrior to the tribe. To finish the ritual the new warrior grabbed his hard cock from under his loincloth and stroked it. Soon he shot his load onto the back of his conquest, signifying he was a man and a warrior. The warriors of the tribe left to celebrate the addition of a new Meesohornee to the tribe. As they left to celebrate and fuck, Wolfkiller had two men drag off the dead Pawnee. He had two more men carry Bear into the medicine lodge.

Wolfkiller sat down stoking the fire. He pulled out his pipe and waited for Bear to awaken from his immortal sleep.  

Part II - East

IX

The sound of the cannons firing in the distance rumbled like thunder across the battlefield.  Dan Bearhunter, a major in the Confederate army, walked quietly through the forest that surrounded the open fields where the main battle was being fought. Smoke from the cannons and black powder rifles being used drifted into the trees, blending with the humidity to make a gray haze. Dan cursed the fate that had lead his company into the Yankee ambush. The boys had fought valiantly but the yanks had overwhelmed them. Forced to retreat from the battle, Dan was the only survivor of his unit. Now he was stuck behind enemy lines and trying to get back. Stopping to take off his hat and wipe the sweat from his brow, Dan heard a twig snap. Survival instincts honed over years kicked in and he blended into the foliage as best he could. Surrounded by the thick undergrowth he did not move, barely even breathed. Soon he caught the sweet pungent smell of a Virgina cigar. "Someone is either really stupid or confident to be giving away their position like that.", he thought to himself. Shortly he saw a young Yankee come creeping through the trees. Dan observed him closely. He was young and sturdy lean muscles filled out his uniform, sweat stained the blue uniform at the pits and the middle of the chest. The private was younger than Dan preferred, but the rugged unshaven face with its strong jaw and green eyes still made his cock twitch. He walked nervously holding his rifle, searching for any sign of danger. Dan ached to jump this young stud and test his strength against him, but he wasn't smoking so he wasn't alone. All too soon another man walked into view.

 The Sergeant was as different from the private as night and day. More heavily built with a bit of a pot belly, dark hair that included a beard and furry chest. Sweat stained his uniform even more heavily than the private. The strong cigar in his mouth just completed the picture. Dan's manhood now pressed hard against his crotch. Watching as they moved he listened as the private gulped nervously. "You sure that he came this way sarge?". "I can’t find no sign of him." The sergeant walked up next to the young soldier. "He's here somewhere, I can feel it", looking around. Dan held his breath, hoping they wouldn’t see his grey uniform in the brush.  Gunfire sounded off nearby, drawing the attention of the two union soldiers. The sergeant pulled his revolver and walk past the private, looking through the brush towards the sound.

 Dan knew that this would probably be his only chance. As the pair moved away from him towards the sound, he came out of his hiding spot drawing his Arkansas toothpick. Years of combat had enabled the big man to learn to move quietly. Coming up behind the private he mentally calculated how he needed to do this. Suddenly the explosion of a cannon shell nearby made the soldiers jump. Reflexes took over and Dan snaked his left hand around the young man’s mouth, pulling him onto the long thin knife. Dan was always amazed at how easily blades would sink into a body with just a little force. The privates rifle dropped to the forest  floor, the carpet of leaves and moss cushioned the sound of its impact. With ears still ringing from the explosion the sergeant did not hear the death struggle of the private.  Dan held the young man tight against his body as the knife in the kid’s back did its work.

The young yank barely knew what happened to him: all at once he was gabbed in a grip more powerful than any he had ever felt. Then a deep burning pain in his chest, trying to breathe with the hand over his mouth, then a wave of orgasm ran through his body as he faded into the darkness. Dan felt the young stud buck against him and slowly sag into a limp state, the young hard body excited him as adrenaline surged through his body. The sergeant turned just then. "Private we best get moving... What the hell!!" Seeing the young man limp in Big Dan’s arms the sergeant reacted without thinking. The Navy model Colt in his hand started firing. Dan felt a couple of slugs impact the body in front of him and a third actually passed through the dead soldier and hit Dan in his gut making him grunt. The other three shots missed all together. The Yank sergeant clicked on empty chambers for a second, then threw the gun down reaching for a bowie knife in his belt.

 Dan yanked the toothpick from the back of the dead youth, blood flew as he flipped it in his hand. Holding the bloody blade Dan aimed and threw the knife. The sergeant had just cleared the bowie in his hand when the toothpick buried itself in his right chest. The thin blade went deep. His right arm spasmed dropping the bowie. His lung punctured, he started to gasp trying to breath through the blood filling his right lung. Dan dropped the body of the dead soldier and  walked towards the dying man. "It’s a shame you’re a yank and gonna be dead soon." Dan spoke as he walked up. The man grabbed at the knife in his chest, muscles bulged as he tried to remove it.  "I ain’t dead yet!" he muttered as he gave up gasping. Dan grabbed the hilt of the knife as he stood in front of the bull necked yank. The sergeant gasped in pain. Dan pressed him against a tree, feeling the man’s heart beating furiously. "No, not yet" Dan agreed.  Dan reached up and took the man’s cigar. Placing it in his own mouth, he took a deep pull off it. Then holding the man he leaned in and kissed him. Smoke curled and seeped between the two men as Dan kissed the man, the hand with the cigar rubbed the Sergeant’s crotch. The dying man moaned as Dan massaged his bulge. Pulling away he placed the man’s cigar back in his lips. The sergeant looked at him dazed. "As a friend of mine likes to say" Dan pulled the knife from his chest, the man gasp blood staining his lips "a man ought cum before he dies" Dan plunged the knife into the big yank gut. His eyes widened and he gasped grabbing hold of Dan as he started to sag. A shudder passed through his body as he filled his crotch with his deathload. Then he relaxed into death and fell at Dan’s feet. 

X

Dan stood there for a few moments lost in the rush of the man's death. slowly smoking the cigar. It was the soft sound of someone clapping that roused his attention. Turning around he was prepared to see the rest of the yank unit aiming at him. Instead he found the familiar face of Jess looking at him . "See what did I tell ya" he said, poking another man in the ribs "a natural born predator if I ever knew one." The blond man next to Jess nodded in agreement and, speaking with a British accent: "He is everything you said he was and more Mr. Quinn." Stepping forward the man extended his hand "The name is Peter Charlie, a pleasure to meet you Mr Bearhunter."

Dan reached out slowly to take the hand of the blond man with the Australian accent. "Sounds like you’r not from these parts, Peter." The man shook his head. "No, I am a Aussie observer sent here to watch you colonist fight." Dan shook his head. "We ain't your colonist no more, son, and talk like that can git ya killed deader than a possum if the wrong men hear ya." Looking to Jess, who was watching the whole scene with a smile. "He one of us?" Jess nodded. "Yeah, he took some shrapnel from a cannon shell."  "I was hauling his carcass to the field morgue when he came back." Looking at Peter: “Surprised the hell out of  us both."  Peter stepped up "I was very surprised to hear from Mr. Quinn that immortals wandered the world."  Jess looked serious for a moment "I told ya call me Jess, Mr. Quinn sounds like my father."

The men talked for a bit filling Peter in on his new life. Jess cocked his head as he heard something. Moving quickly he pulled his pistol and aimed it at Dan. Dan's eyes went wide, then he heard what Jess had a second sooner.

A squad of yank soldiers came into view. "Sorry, Dan" he fired placing a bullet in Dan's heart. Dan staggered back, looked down at his chest, then fell back landing with a thud. He bucked a couple of times as he filled his pants, then lay still.  Peter took all this in with a hard cock in his own pants. Jess addressed the troops. "Just finishing off this reb, men." He then led Peter and the troops away.

Dan awoke a little later, groaning he picked himself up off the ground. His uniform was bloody. looking around he gathered his gear and a stray horse.

"I think it’s time to head west" and turning towards the setting sun rode off.

Part III - Brian

XI

BOOM!  the rifle bucked as Brian pulled the trigger. A large cloud of smoke filled the air. As the smoke dissipated, he peered at the target he was shooting at, he made out the horse walking riderless. Looking closer he could see the form of a man laying in the dirt. Grabbing his gear, he mounted his horse and rode down into the valley.

As he rode up he could hear the man struggling to breathe: the shot had missed his heart but messed up his lung. Dismounting he walked to stand over the man.  looking him over. The man was tall and well built. He could see a patch of furry skin where the shirt was open at the neck line. Thick heavy muscled legs and arms filled out his clothes, a large bulge in the crotch.

"Looks like you’re a dead man, son." Brian was a big man himself, around 6 feet tall, stocky, with a graying beard. Pulling his knife from his boot he sat on the man’s hips. Blood soaked the shirt and he was coughing it in his beard. Eyes wide with panic he tried to push Brian away. Brian  enjoyed the man’s struggles, but leaning over him he looked him in the eyes and slid the blade between his ribs. He bucked under him as the cold steel slid into his heart. Brian felt the pump pop as the blade fucked the pump. The man took a last ragged gasp and shuddered under Brian and with a last rattle he died.  Brian rubbed the black beard feeling the blood and spittle, staring into the brown eyes that saw nothing. Feeling the man’s bulge under his ass he dismounted. Looking he saw the wet stain in the bulge of the man’s crotch. Smiling he quickly tore open the man’s shirt exposing a big furry chest and belly, he followed the treasure trail of hair down to the pants and gun belt. removing the gun and opening the pants. He whistled as the man’s hard cock covered in cum flopped out. Brian leaned over and started to clean the cock of cum, sucking every drop he could.  Once done sucking, he flopped the big body over face down. Grabbing the pants, he pulled them down exposing a tight hairy butt. pulling his own hard cock out, he pushed it in to the dead man’s ass.  The still warm flesh gripped his cock and he started to fuck his kill. With a grunt and moan he quickly shot his load into the warm cavity.  His lust satiated, he pulled the man’s pants back up, then proceeded to heft the limp body over his horse.

Arriving in town with the body bouncing on the trail horse, Brian went to the sheriff's office. The sheriff came out. "What you got today, Brian?"  Grabbing the head of the body "Caught an outlaw I know, I saw his face on your wall."  Grabbing a stack of wanted posters, they looked through them. "Sure enough that looks like Jim Stockwell" Holding the page by the dead man’s face. "He's worth 500."  Brian was slightly disappointed. "That all?" "Sorry Brian, come inside and I'll write your bank note" Brian wandered the office while the sheriff wrote the slip. He spotted some wanted poster with a red x through them. Each one worth at least 1000. "Why you got these crossed off?" he asked. "Oh, those? They are all dead. A bounty hunter named Dan Bearhunter brought them in". "All of them?" Brian asked astonished by the amount of money the bounty hunter had made.  "Yep, he is one deadly fella. Been enjoying himself over at the saloon".

Brian took his bank note and went to collect. After collecting he left the bank and walked over to the saloon. Walking in, the air was hazy with cigar smoke. He walked up to the bar and got a beer. Looking around he spotted the bounty hunter sitting in the corner. 

Dan Bearhunter was a big man over 6 foot heavy set, sitting in the chair with a bottle of whisky, smoking a cigar. His shirt open exposing a massive hairy chest and belly that connected the hairy of his beard to what Brian assumed was the big man’s crotch.  His cock started get hard in his pants as he decided that he had to kill Dan.

XII

Having decided on killing Dan, Brian started to plan. Watching the big man from a distance he managed to find Dan's cabin in the woods.

Waiting for Dan to leave, Brian enacted his plan. Breaking into the cabin, Brian looked the place over. A simple place but obviously the home of a man. Brian concealed himself in a closet behind some clothing. The smell of cigar smoke and man sweat was strong, Brian enjoyed it, his cock swelling as he waited.

Big Dan entered the cabin after a long fruitless day searching for murderer. He lit up a cigar as he thought about where he would search for Killer Tuck. Suddenly he heard a low voice growl at him "hey you!". Startled he turned around slowly his hand going towards his gun in his belt, "You talkin to me?" He asked trying to find the source of the voice. Brian watched the big bear searching the dimly lit cabin. "I wouldn't go for that shooter bounty hunter!" Dan heard the voice say out of the darkness of the corner of the room. Big Dan saw a glimmer of light reflect off the barrel of a .45 and knew he had to be fast to save his life. Quick as a flash he drew his pistol and aimed into the darkness. Brian was waiting for Dan to make his move and fired. Blam!!  "Aaagh" Dan felt the slug bury itself in his right chest. "Ugh" he looked down saw the stream of blood running from the wound in his chest. "Fucker, you’re going to pay for that." Dan threatened his unseen attacker. Moving towards the corner he raised his gun.  Brian felt his cock twitch as the massive man came at him; he fired another shot. Blam!! Another slug buried itself in Dan's left side, "Gahh! Fuck!" He staggered back with the punch in his side. Dan coughed up some blood. "Shit!" Brian growled: "Now you die!" as he pumped the last one in the heart of Dan. Dan felt the last slug rip through his heart and started to sag against the bed. Death came swiftly and claimed him before he had a chance to see his assassin come out of the darkness, his gun fell from his limp hands as he fell back across the bed.

   Brian came out of the darkness "You lose, fucker!" he said to the dead blue eyes, the cigar still smoking in Dan's mouth. "Now you are mine !" he told the corpse lustfully. Killing the bounty hunter had given him a raging hard on. He usually preferred to fuck them, then kill them, but one made do with what one has. "Time to claim my prize!" he muttered to himself as he unbuckled Dan's belt and revealed his equipment. To his delight the corpse still had a hard on covered in a death load. Brian sucked the man juice off the cock, savoring the flavor. Brian then proceeded to rip open the bloody shirt exposing Dan's bloody chest. "Just like unwrapping a present " he thought as he admired his handiwork: 3 neat holes in the big hairy chest area brought down the bounty hunter just like any other man. "Well, time to turn you over!" he said as he pulled the corpse into a sitting position. "You won’t need that any more " he said as he took the cigar from Dan's mouth and placed it in his own. Brian pulled the duster and shirt off, then laid Dan's corpse over on his belly to remove his boots and pants. Brian grunted as he worked getting the big body in position. He turned the corpse so that he could claim his kill. Admiring the big hairy back, even with a couple of bloody holes in it where his bullets had punched through, he laid Dan's unfired gun on his ass and then opened his own trousers and pulled the dead ass onto his rod. "Mmm, that feels so good!" he thought as he plowed the unresisting but tight ass. Brian pumped away at the corpse, each motion causing more blood to seep out of the holes in the chest and back. Soon blood covered the bed. Brian came in a shuddering orgasmic rush filling the dead hole with his hot cum. He pulled his softening dick out of the corpse and left the cold dead meat lying there for a moment, as he puffed on the dead man’s cigar. An amusing thought struck him and he went to the corpse and turned it on its back once more. After much grunting and struggling with the big limp corpse, he looked at the big naked body, its cock still hard. He chuckled as he laid the Dan's unused pistol next to the still hard cock and smiled to himself "2 cold gun, neither one got used today”. He then dumped his ashes off his cigar into the natural "ashtray” that Dan's big belly made. He set his cigar down smelling the hair on the corpse burn away, as the cigars heat burned the corpse.

Brian was putting his cock away. "Now I will be the best Bounty Hunter around here." "But before I go…" Brian released his bladder on the big corpse, blood and piss soaked the bed. Brian then put his cock in his pants and left the cabin.  Smiling to himself he went back to town to look for his next Bounty.

XIII

Dan came back with a gasp and started coughing up the blood left in his lungs. Working his way up to a sitting position on the bed, he looked around himself, covered in dried blood, piss and cum. The itch in his ass told him he had been fucked. "Well, fuck!" Standing he gathered the bloody remains of his shirt and the bedding. Naked he walked outside and around behind his cabin to a hidden cave. There he dropped the ruined articles down a hole into the lower depths of the cavern, where they would decompose and wash away. Gathering new bedding furs from his storage, he went back inside and made his bed. Grabbing a cigar he lit it and sat in his chair smoking and thinking.

Brian strutted around town, convinced he had eliminated his competition. His mind dwelling on the sight of the massive hairy body laying there with three holes in his chest and a hard cock, the thought of that dead ass around his cock. He went to the sheriff's office to find another bounty to hunt.

The next day Brian found himself stalking up on a killer, the 1000 dollar bounty would go a ways towards making life easier. He watched from some brush. The target was a young man who thought of himself as a killer, wanting a reputation. Brian looked him over as he made himself something to eat. The outlaw was tall and had a scruff on his face, the loose clothing did little to let Brian know the kind of body he had. Brian shifted position as he aimed. It was a small movement, but the outlaw heard and spun grabbing his pistol. two guns fired at the same time. Brian hit the killer in his chest, knocking him to the ground. Brian felt himself grunt, looking down he saw a small hole in his belly, blood seeped from the wound. "Fuck!" leaning against a tree he opened his shirt, exposing his own hairy chest and belly. To his surprise the pain was not as bad as he expected, but his cock was raging hard in his pants. He walked over to the outlaw, noticing the dead eyes staring up at him. Dropping down on his knees he tore at the clothing, he ripped the shirt open, exposing a lean muscular chest, the only hair on it near the belly button. He opened the belt and the dead man’s cock flopped out again, not very impressive. Disappointed but still horny Brian proceeded to fuck the dead ass. All to quickly, he came grunting as he filled the ass with his seed. Then he felt a strange sensation and he could taste the salty sweet cum of Dan again in his mouth. Looking down he noticed the hole in his belly was gone! 

Dan having thought on it for a while, had proceeded on as usual. He spent the day taking care of his cabin before retiring for the evening. The next day he rode into town to get supplies and see if anyone reacted to his presence.

Brian tossed the body over the horse and rode back into town to collect his reward, his mind swimming with what had happened to him. He delivered the body and went to the bank to get his money. Walking into the saloon afterward, he stopped short: gazing through the smoke, he saw Dan sitting in the corner, just as he had before. Dan was distracted talking to the bartender, so did not notice Brian's shocked expression. Brian went to the bar and ordered a drink, hands shaking he gulped it down. He watched the big bounty hunter in the mirror. A couple of hours later he had calmed down enough to walk over. "Excuse me, aren't you Dan Bearhunter?" he asked.  Dan looked up at this man. Tall, well built,  with a graying beard and hair: Dan liked what he saw. "Yes that's me." he responded "Can I help you?".  Brian sat down "I have heard  about your skill in hunting down bad men. I wanted to know about that, as I want to become a bounty hunter as well".  Dan poured them both a drink. “Is that why you have been eyeballing me in the mirror for the last couple of hours?" Brian gulped nervously. Shifting in his seat, adjusting the boner in his pants, "Well, part of the reason".  Dan noticed that Brian was obviously attracted to him, he had learned to read body language over the centuries of his life. Standing, he grabbed the bottle. "You come with me and I will tell you all you ever wanted to know." with that he started up the stairs.

Brian followed the big man up the stairs and to a room. Once inside Dan pinned him against the door and planted his lips on Brian's. 

They both gave in to their passions, stripping each other down. Soon the two bears were naked on the bed enjoying each other’s bodies. Brian fondled and licked the big man all over, rubbing his furry back, licking and nibbling on his nipples. He saw no scars hiding in the fur on his chest. Dan equally enjoyed the graying fur on Brian's chest and belly. He grabbed the man’s balls enjoying the size almost as big as his own. The hard cocks of both men jousted as they rubbed their bodies against each other. Shortly Dan took the dominant position and lifting Brian's legs on his furry shoulder he pushed into his tight ass. Brian held on to the head board as Dan plowed into him. Both men grunting as balls slapped bare ass. A bellow preceded Dan's shooting his load into Brian. Panting and sweating, they lay next to one another. "You want to kill men for a living?". Dan asked. Brian nodded.  "Ok, well, then meet me at my cabin tomorrow."  Brian agreed. "Good. Go on and get out of here, then." Brian dressed and left the naked bear as snoring started to emanate from the man.

XIV

Brian woke early the next morning and quickly got on the trail to Dan's cabin. The air was crisp with early spring, frost on the ground as he made his way through the woods, quietly approaching the cabin hidden in the brush. Smoke from the chimney rose into the air, a glimpses of movement inside showed Brian that Dan was an early riser.

Dan moved around the cabin scratching his balls as he ruminated on the encounter with Brian. The man was sexy as hell and seemed eager to learn from Dan. The urge to use the outhouse was strong so Dan left the cabin 

Brian watched as Dan walked out onto the porch. His cock stiffened at the big man’s naked body: he admired the bearness of the man, the thick beard running down his throat to the carpet on his chest and belly which in turn blended into his crotch bush, surrounding a big cock and balls.

Dan looked around as he puffed on his morning cigar, taking deep draws on the smoke, he blew out jets of smoke from his nostrils. The hairs on his neck raised, a warning that Dan had learned to trust over the centuries. Smiling to himself, he strutted as he walked to the outhouse, knowing he was being watched.

Brian's cock was so hard it was painful as he watched the big man walk to the outhouse. After the bear entered the building and closed the door, Brian started moving in cautiously.

Dan sat himself down on the seat, puffing his cigar, taking deep draws and soon filling the small area with thick smoke. He evacuated his bowels and sat there, his cock hard and exposed between his spread legs. He saw a shadow move through the light streaming into the smoke filled room. He smiled and waited .

Brian stood outside the door. Smoke seeped from the building. He had his six gun in hand, the lust to kill the big man strong.  He aimed the gun at where the big man’s chest should be and fanned the pistol firing all six shots through the wood.

Dan jerked as the bullets started coming through the door. Grunting with each impact to his hairy torso, his cock hard and throbbing as the darkness came for him again, the pleasure of his deathload the last thing he felt.

Brian  tore open the door, thick smoke wafted out. Looking through the smoke as it thinned, he saw the body of the big bear.  Dan was sitting slumped back against the wall leaning into the back corner. His eyes were staring in the way only dead men look, the cigar still clamped in the bearded face smoldering. The big hairy chest and belly had six bleeding holes in it, three in the chest between his big hard nipples, one piercing the heart, the other three were in his belly, one neatly through his deep hairy button.  Dan's legs were spread, his cock hard and glistening with cum that covered his shaft and hairy balls, which hung between the legs like a couple of boulders.  Brian dropped on his knees and started licking and sucking the cum off the dead man’s genitals. He rubbed his hands across the big man’s hairy body, feeling the holes and the hard nipples as he cleaned the seed off.  

His own cock so hard it hurt, he took the cigar from Dan's mouth and puffed on it, then grabbing the big bear he started the hard task of turning him in the tight confines. He grunted and thoroughly enjoyed handling the limp bear, his hands exploring the big hairy body. After much grunting and struggling, he managed to turn Dan facedown on the bench, the arms over the backside of the bench, his ass exposed, with big cock and balls hanging between the legs. Three of the bullets had exited the hairy back. Ashing the cigar Brian placed it in the small of Dan's back as he gave Dan's hairy ass the attention of his tongue. Smelling the cum, sweat and residue in the crack, he spread the cheeks and started cleaning the area, enjoying the taste of the man’s crack.

After a few minutes he pulled out his raging hard cock and shoved it into the cleaned ass. The man’s ass was still warm and gripped him tight. He started fucking hard, grabbing the cigar and puffing with his thrusts. With a great roar of pleasure the bearish Brian shuddered as he filled the ass with his cum. Panting and out of breath, he rested against the big man.  

His breathing back to normal, he stood grabbing the man under his arms and dragging the body into the open air. Laying on the ground Dan stared at the sky. Brian seated himself and decided to watch. He sat there as the sun rose higher in the sky. After about an hour, he watched Dan's body slowly push the slugs still in his belly out. They rolled off to the side. The wounds started to seal up. Placing his hand on the big hairy chest, he felt the bear’s heart start up again; it was amazing to watch and Brian noted that Dan's cock stayed hard the entire time.  Brian decided he needed to leave before Dan awoke. Grabbing his gun he headed back into the woods and waited.

Dan awoke with a huge breath, coughing to clear his lungs. He sat up looking around.  "Well, that went pretty much as expected." he thought. Picking himself up, he stretched. He rubbed his cock, feeling that it had been cleaned well. Smiling he knew that he had another fish on the line. "I wonder how creative this one will get?" he asked himself and walked into his cabin.

XV

The quiet of the mountain forest as it lay slumbering in its snow blanket was disturbed by the sound of heavy breathing. Brian Black leaned against a tree, heaving air into his oxygen starved lungs. Plumes of steam shot from his mouth and nostrils as the warm trickle of blood ran down his right thigh from the bullet resting there, staining his jeans and slowly filling his boot with the sticky wetness. Brian was running for his life, mind racing as he went back over the events that led to this situation looking for where it had gone wrong.

Having discovered Dan Bearhunter’s ability to come back from death, and the healing effect that swallowing his death load had on Brian, Brian started trying to find out as much as he could about the extraordinary man and his seed. On the front of things, he met with the big man to learn the art of hunting and killing men. Dan did have quite a lot of skill and talent in this profession and Brian listened and learned all he could from the man. Brian was no greenhorn when it came to killing men, but Dan showed him ways of killing that were both effective and brutal. Ways to kill a man quick and mercifully and to prolong the man’s death in agony. On the back end of things Brian discovered that the healing effect of Dan's death cum lasted about a week. Which prompted Brian to find ways to end the big man’s life on a weekly basis. A task Brian enjoyed.

Brian had killed the man twice with bullets, and enjoyed Dan's ass each time. He decided to get a little creative as time went, using some of what Dan had taught him.

During this time Dan had already figured out that Brian was the newest killer in his long life. Centuries old, he had found the normal ebb and flow of life could be tedious and so the art of fighting, killing and dying were what made his long life more interesting. He had let a few individuals find out his secret over the time of his life. Each one thinking that they were unknown to Dan. Never knowing that he always knew who they were and intentionally let his guard down for them. Over the centuries weapons advanced and for a time with each new development Dan enjoyed experiencing new ways to die. He looked forward to seeing what Brian would come up with. Dan thought back on the different ways Brian had killed him, enjoying the memories. Sadly Brian started taking it to far as they always did and Dan was forced to end this relationship. He stalked Brian through the trees following the blood trail Brain was leaving behind from the bullet Dan had put in his thigh.

The two of them thought back remembering.....

Dan had gone off on a hunt, tracking down the four Nordstrom brothers. This gang had finally made a big enough headache out of themselves to get a hefty reward placed on their heads. Dan had told Brian he was leaving and made sure to mention a box canyon that he suspected them to be hiding out in.

Brian thinking he could watch Dan work and surprise him of course planned to follow.

Dan knew he had planted an idea in Brian's head and looked forward to seeing the outcome.

Dan had found the Brothers hiding out in the box canyon as predicted. He knew that Brian was watching from the rocks as he stalked up on his prey. The three oldest were bathing in the spring that fed from underground sources. The youngest had been put on watch at the mouth of the canyon. This was the target Dan was stalking. The youngest brother wasn't a kid by any stretch, but his older brothers still treated him as such. Dan watched him closely as the man sat down on a rock and pull out his tobacco pouch, rolled up a cigarette and lit it. The youngest Nordstrom looked a lot like his brothers, they came from Nordic stock and, having grown up on a farm, they filled out their clothes well. The youngest had dusky blond hair, a beard just starting from his face.

As he smoked, Dan moving silent as death came up behind the boy. Waiting until the man took the cigarette from his mouth to flick ashes off it. Dan struck like a coiled viper, in a flash his left hand grabbed the face covering his mouth and nose. The right hand with his huge Bowie knife plunged in to the back slipping between ribs to slice the man’s heart in two. Dan held the man tight as he bucked screaming into the paw covering his mouth and nose. All too quickly the man relaxed into Dan, as death claimed him. Dan held him feeling the familiar trembling and twitching of a man dying. Soon he smelled the strong odor of death cum and piss as the man’s bladder released. Dan removed his blade from the man’s back and laid him behind some rocks; killing had already brought Dan to erection but he had three more before he could enjoy himself.

Brian had watched the slaying of the man by the big bounty hunter. Now he watched as Dan moved toward the spring and the other three brothers. An idea came to Brian, he slipped down the rocks to where the body was resting. Once there he inspected the body, lying face down. The first thing Brian noticed was the bloody state that the shirt was in. Carefully he removed the shirt exposing the broad back with the knife wound in it. Removing his own shirt Brian put on the bloody rag, feeling the wet sticky blood that soaked it. He then rolled the body over on its back. The man’s blue eyes stared dull and vacant, the thick chest had a light covering of blond hair between the two rosy nipples. Brian removed the boots, then undid the man’s pants, exposing the piss and cum soaked cock and balls. Brian admired the well-built body and would have enjoyed it if he had the time. Grabbing the feet, he dragged the limp body away hiding it out of sight. Stripping his own pants off he replaced them with the damp and smelly breeches of the dead man. He smiled, when Dan came to collect the body, it would be Brian disguised and playing dead. He watched as Dan proceeded to collect the other three.

Dan left the first brother’s body and worked his way towards the other three. The oldest was sitting by the fire, his clothing laid out around it drying after being washed in the spring. The other two were in the spring, naked and playing around. Dan worked his way around the fire staying to the shadows. He watched as the first brother who went by the name Bjorn lit a cigar. Bjorn puffed the cigar to life enjoying the rich flavor of Virginia tobacco. Dan looked him over he was of similar size as Dan, being 5 inches over 6 feet. Being the oldest, Bjorn was the most mature, the cigar stuck in a mouth surrounded by a thick beard, and a body that sported a healthy layer of fur over his chest back and groin. The cock and balls that swung between his hairy thighs were almost as big as Dan's. Finally in position without having been noticed, Dan sprung!

Dan wrapped the big man in a sleeper hold, his right bicep and forearm trapping the big man’s throat. Bjorn grabbed at the arm around his neck, cigar falling and rolling down his furry chest and belly. Dan having mastered this technique many years ago, Bjorn was asleep in his arms in seconds. Slowly Dan pulled him off the log he was sitting on. With the big man sleeping on the ground Dan picked up the cigar that Bjorn had dropped. Puffing the cigar Dan stripped, laying his clothes on the log. He took the time to bind and gag Bjorn, then picked up the man’s rifle. Making sure to keep the fire behind him and the brothers, he approached the spring. The two remaining brothers were twins. Dan looked them both over as he stood on the shore. They were both sporting beards a Viking would be proud of, body hair dark and wet plastered their chest, belly, ass, and legs. Their cocks were hard and one had a slight curve to the right, the other to the left and a decent pair of balls swinging under them.

The brothers seeing Dan as a shadow against the light of the fire, mistook him for Bjorn.

Dan had hoped they wouldn't realize he wasn't their brother. Having a similar build as Bjorn, he had stripped in order to fool them.

They called out to him laughing and full of life, but the smiles faded as Dan raised the rifle. “What the..?” “Hey Bjorn why do you...?” their questions were interrupted as Dan opened fire! A hail of hot slugs tore into them, as Dan fired the rifle as fast as he could chamber rounds. The brothers screamed and thrashed in the water as bullets tore into them. he brother on the left as Dan fired took 5 of the slugs, two in his flat belly and three in his muscular chest. With his lungs and heart torn up he fell back into the water shooting his last load as he relaxed into death. The other brother took the remaining three in his belly. He thrashed and groaned as the lead filled his gut.

Dan tossed the now empty rifle aside. Realizing one brother still lived he entered the water. The surviving brother tried to get away but was quickly caught. The two men wrestled in the water each struggling to grip the wet flesh of the other, hard cocks dueling like lances. Dan being bigger and unharmed quickly managed to get the young man at his mercy. Dan gripped the throat and cock as he held the youth under the water.

Looking around as the brother struggled ineffectually, Dan smiled. He could see Bjorn still out cold, the youngest was out of sight but very dead. One twin floating dead nearby and the one in his hands let out his last breath, bubbles rose to the surface as his lungs filled with water. What had been the struggles of a man trying to get loose became the shudders and twitching of a man dying.

Dan looked at the man in his hands, with a final convulsion the eyes went blank and cum floated to the surface.

Brian had watched from the rocks, his cock hard as the professional killer took out three man without a sweat. As he watched, the big bounty hunter casually tossed the one he had drowned over his shoulder, and with the other hand grabbed an ankle of the other brother. He walked out of the spring with both bodies. “Damn!” Brian was surprised with the physical strength of the man. Dan laid the brothers side by side near the fire. Even from his vantage point yards away, Brian could see that they both had hard cocks in death.

Dan puffed on the cigar he had taken from Bjorn. He knew that Brian had to be nearby, and smiled “I hope he enjoyed the show” he thought to himself. Turning towards the rocks and the last brother, he went to collect his body.

Brian saw him turn and quickly laid himself face down, to pretend he was dead.

He heard the big man approach, smelled the cigar and relaxed. Dan chuckled to himself and grabbed Brian tossing him over his right shoulder. Brian did his best to be limp and unresponsive, he held in a grunt as the big shoulder pushed into his gut. Dan started taking him towards the fire.

Dan picked up the body and quickly realized it was not dead. He knew that the man was dead, so this must be Brian. “Very clever” he chuckled to himself. Carrying Brian, Dan could feel the man’s boner against his shoulder. He made sure to place his hand on the “dead” man’s ass, his fingers pushing deep into the crack.

Brian was concentrating on being limp, trying to ignore his hands. Swinging as he was being carried, they were brushing against Dan's ass. His cock was hard from this stimulation. He almost betrayed himself when he felt Dan's hand probe into his ass. He managed to keep his calm even when Dan flopped him down next to the twins.

The big bounty hunter looked at the men laid out by the fire. Bjorn was starting to stir, the twins were laying there in all their glory, cocks still hard in death, and the younger brother who seemed different. Dan puffed his gar stimulating his cock and balls as he looked Brian over. Brian was doing an admirable job of playing dead, but to an expert killer of men like Dan it wasn't perfect. When he was looking that direction he could see just the smallest signs of life, things Brian couldn't control. Minor muscle twitching, goosebumps on his skin when a cool breeze passed over and the unmistakable pulse of his hard cock as it twitched with the beating of his heart. He was sure Brian thought he hadn't noticed the difference between his darker hair and body compared to the man he killed. But lying next to the brothers the lack of any sort of family resemblance was clear as day. Tempted as he was to test Brian's resolve, Dan decided to give him his opportunity. Turning away from the three, he walked over to where Bjorn lay. Bjorn was laying on his side shaking his head, trying to clear the cobwebs. Dan grabbed him and rolled him on his chest. Without warning or fanfare Dan plunged his huge cock into Bjorn's ass. Bjorn screamed as he was raped and violated, his ass virgin to this kind of use. Dan started fucking with joy and earnest, his back and ass facing Brian.

Once Brian heard Dan fucking, he risked looking. Dan's Broad hairy back was facing him. He watched the muscles play under the skin for a moment. Then rising slowly he looked around. The twins lay dead next to him, eyes staring and cocks hard. He spotted the big Bowie knife that Dan had used to kill the brother Brian had replaced. Moving quietly towards the pile of clothing, Brian could hear the grunting as Dan fucked Bjorn. Once he got to the pile of Dan's clothing he could smell the strong scent of sweat and cigar. He grabbed the blade pulling it from its sheath.

Dan was enjoying fucking the big man, his whimpers and groans had subsided as he endured the shame of being Dan's fuck toy. Dan felt the tingle in the back of his head and the goosebumps that usually warned him of danger. He chose to ignore it and wait to see what Brian would do.

Brian crept up on the big man as he fucked. Up close he could see Dan's ass clenching, as he thrust into the ass of Bjorn, while he puffed the cigar he took from Bjorn earlier. Quickly he moved forward, grasping Dan's head by the eyes and forehead he twisted his face to the left, as he stabbed the blade into the big man's right side.

Dan flinched as Brian finally made his move, he sucked on the cigar as he felt pain explode, as the cold steel sunk in between his right ribs tearing into his right lung.

Brian felt Dan jump and jerk, a grunt of pain and he leaned into Brian. Quickly he pulled the blade, blood flying, and reaching around the big man plunged it into the man’s guts low on the right side.

Dan leaned back feeling Brian's warm body against his back, and his hard cock against his ass crack. The pain in his side flared low in his gut and Dan grunted, his cock twitching inside Bjorn.

Bjorn was trying to figure out what was happening, the cock was still in his ass, but the bounty hunter wasn't fucking and the feeling of warm blood on his back was unmistakable. Was one of his brothers saving him?

Brian held Dan tight against him as he worked on killing him. Feeling the man twitch and groan, quickly he pulled the blade and made multiple stabs into Dan's big hairy belly, feeling the big man grunt and twitch with each new wound. He pulled him back, as he did making sure that his cock was not inside the outlaw.

Dan coughed and gurgled as his right lung tried to fill with air. The multiple stabs to his belly flared pain with each strike , but each stab also made his cock twitch. He also realized that Brian had progressed. He was going for more complicated ways of killing, and as his cock was pulled from Bjorn's ass he knew that Brian had figured out the healing.

Brian relished feeling the bounty hunter twitch and struggle against him, but he needed to finish this up. With a quick move he stabbed the Bowie deep into Dan's chest.

Dan felt the move and took a deep draw of smoke, the blade cut into his heart like fire and ice. Dan bucked up, arching back against Brian, a final convulsion ran through his big hairy body. Brian held him tight, wanting to feel every last spasm of the man's death. Brian felt him relax and quickly threw him down on his back. Moving quickly he had Dan's cock in his mouth as the death load started to shoot. Smoke seeped from Dan's lungs as he relaxed into death, eyes staring.

Bjorn felt the struggle as the big dick that had filled his ass suddenly popped out. He saw the body of the bastard fall next to him, eyes staring blood seeping from the mouth and numerous wounds in the chest and belly. Thinking that one of his brothers had rescued him, he smiled when he saw his youngest brother appear. The smile was short lived as he noticed that this man was wearing his little brother’s clothing, but wasn't his brother. He watched as the man threw himself on the bounty hunters cock sucking on it hard, the blood on the clothing told the tale of his brother’s end. Then the man pressed on the dead man’s groin causing the bladder to start. The flow of piss was also gulped down by this perverted killer. Then the man saw him.

Brian finished enjoying the piss that flowed from Dan's body. He was considering fucking the body when he noticed Bjorn. With a smile he moved from Dan's body to Bjorn. Without hesitation he knew what he wanted. He slipped his cock inside the still ready hole of the big man. He started fucking hard, making Bjorn grunt and whimper. Brian wanted to feel this man die on his cock. Grabbing the Bowie from Dan's chest he pulled Bjorn's head back and slid the blade across his throat. He felt Bjorn buck and his asshole spasm on his cock. Blood sprayed from the severed arteries as Bjorn twitched and gurgled his way into the darkness. Brian cried out in a glorious rush of orgasmic sensations, Bjorn's death throes had milked his cock like nothing else.

After catching his breath, Brian went to get the body of the youngest brother placing it next to the twins. One last look at the 5 bodies enjoying their nakedness, he gathered his clothes from where he hid them and rode out.

When Dan awoke he noticed that Brian had killed Bjorn. He would have enjoyed doing the deed himself but circumstances being what they are. He started pulling his clothes on. Noticing Brian had replaced himself with the body of the youngest brother. He went about rounding up the horses and placing the bodies on them. He then rode back to town.

Over the next couple of months Brian became obsessed with finding different ways to kill Dan. Each time watching from hiding as Dan would heal and come back. Brian did as many as he could personally , but at times he would hire some disreputable men that none would miss. If he had known that Dan knew he was the killer, he no doubt would have done them all. During this time Brian had survived his own encounters with men determined to kill him rather than be killed by him. But in each case his wounds healed quickly keeping him alive. At the same time Brian started to feel dark desires build inside. More and more he felt less satisfaction from just killing. He started inflicting pain, no longer quick to kill wounding and maiming became the joy he craved. It was this desire that had brought him to his current predicament.

The day had started like usual, Brian awoke with the need to do some violence.

He had made arrangements with a couple of local thugs, to assist him in the lynching of a killer hiding in the mountains near town. Brian smiled to himself as he thought about what he would do to these men. Both were bullies using their size and demeanor to intimidate and scare the locals. No one would miss them if they disappeared. He met the two men in the stables, they arrived late as expected. The bigger of the two men was known as Black Buck, he was tall, with the heavy build that came from working on a farm.

The hair on his head, face and body was jet black, the clothing he wore was also black. He puffed on a cheap cigar as he smiled when he greeted Brian.

The smaller of the two was still a good sized man, he was called Snake. He was not as heavy as Buck, he tended more towards lean hard muscle. Light brown hair, a goatee and eyes that looked dead. The eyes and his speed with a gun, knife or just his fist earned him his name.

Brian looked them over savoring what he planned to do to them when he was finished.

The three of them rode into the mountains, headed for Dan's cabin. During the trip up Brian informed his thugs what would be expected of them.

Dan awoke with a sense of impending events, senses honed over the centuries were tingling. Taking a moment to focus, he concentrated. Closing his eyes he listened, he could hear the soft tread of boots on his porch and in the dirt around his cabin. He took in a lungful of air, smelling the intoxicating scents of sweat, tobacco and gun smoke. He could almost taste the salt on their skins and feel their presence. “So Brian brought some help this time” he thought to himself. “Well, better not keep them waiting” he lit his morning cigar and still naked stepped outside.

Brian having come to know Dan, had instructed Buck to strip. The sight of the big man naked would distract Dan, and Brian would enjoy seeing the bearish man naked as well. Snake and Brian would stay out of sight at the beginning.

Dan came out into the morning sun. Spying Buck standing there naked, he let out a low whistle in appreciation for the man. Brian had picked well, Dan's manhood responded quickly growing and standing at attention. Buck smiled, his own cock responding to the sight of the man he was here to kill. Like Dan, Buck was attracted to the maleness of Dan. “Who are you and what are you doing here?” Dan asked.

“They call me Black Buck and I am here to kill you!” Buck responded.

“Is that so?” Dan puffed on his smoke smiling. Stepping off the porch he approached Buck sizing the man up. Buck did his part flexing and showing off the well-muscled hairy body he had. Suddenly as if by mutual consent they lunged at each other. Muscles bulging the two men grunted as they grappled, each man trying to overpower his opponent. Big paws grabbed at hairy flesh , already becoming slick with sweat.

Brian and Snake watched the two beasts, as that was what they were. The men seemed evenly matched, both well over 6 feet tall with lots of muscle mass covered in hair. The most distinguishing features were the dark black body hair of Buck and the cigar in Dan's bearded mouth. The wrestling was a no holds barred affair, as soon as one of them got a grip the other managed to slip out of it. Dan lowered his guard just a second and immediately Buck caught him into a choke hold, Dan's neck viced between Buck's huge bicep and forearm. Buck was feeling the rush of adrenaline that came with physical exertion and victory, confident that Dan would be unconscious and at his mercy in seconds. Dan on the other hand was in no distress he had an extraordinary lung capacity, never the less he relaxed in Buck's grip to simulate loss of consciousness. Buck smiled as he felt the big man relax, he just had to hold him long enough for his heart to stop. Smelling Dan's cigar he reached around and took it from the man. He wouldn't need it anymore. Dan was enjoying the feel of the naked man against his back, both hot and sweaty. Still he couldn't stay this way forever. Suddenly he reached back to where Buck had his hand on the back of his head. Startled, Buck tightened his grip.

Dan knew how to get Buck to let him go, grabbing one finger he pulled on it backwards towards the wrist. Buck had to let go or suffer broken fingers. Once free they rolled apart and to their feet. Facing each other sweaty and panting, their stare down was interrupted by a Bowie knife tossed at their feet. They both looked at it and each other.

Buck puffed on the cigar he took from Dan, looking at Dan, then he lunged for the knife.

Dan was looking at Buck, when Buck moved so did he.

Brian and Snake watched as the two bears dove for the knife. Brian had approved when Snake had thought to add the weapon to the fight. The two men were too evenly matched to let the fight continue on that way. Both men grew hard watching the men wrestle for control of the blade. Two big hairy bodies fighting to kill each other. Snake rolled a cigarette and lit it as they watched, the two spectators shared it. Suddenly the two men were on the ground rolling over and over, hard sweaty bodies tight against each other. As the two men fought cock to cock and belly to belly there came the characteristic sound half cough, half grunt a man made when stabbed in the chest. The two naked men stopped moving and lay there in the dust still as the grave. Brian and Snake watched with anticipation, Dan lay on top of Buck but neither man moved. Brian motioned Snake to go check it out. When Snake was halfway across the intervening terrain, there was a cough and movement. Snake froze as Dan raised himself off of Buck, he watched the big man sit up straddling Buck's hips. The Bowie knife was buried in the chest of Buck. The town bully lay there eyes staring at the sky, blood running down the side of his torso as his torn heart slowly emptied of fluid. Dan took his cigar from the dead man’s mouth. Standing he stepped away from the body. Snake saw him move away from the body of his only friend, casually noticing that Buck had a hard cock leaking cum. Then his attention went to Dan, the man was staring at him smoking the cigar with a hard cock of his own. Rage at his friends death came over him, he drew his gun and fired all 6 shots into the big hairy chest and belly of the man who killed Buck.

Dan had enjoyed the struggle with Buck. Rare were the men that could hold their own against him. The flesh on flesh action had stimulated both men, their members swollen with excitement. Sadly when the knife was introduced to the fight, things became serious. Buck had grabbed it and Dan grappled, each man with one hand fighting for control, the other grasping the other. After what seemed like forever Dan managed to roll on top with control of the blade. His strength won out and he stared into the eyes of buck. The blade punched through the ribs and punctured the chest cavity of Buck. Buck let out a half grunt half cry, followed by a cough as the blade entered his heart. Dan watched as Buck’s eyes went from defiance to fear to confusion and finally staring into eternity. Dan also felt the man’s death load as it shot into the space where their hard dicks were caught between the two men. Knowing that he couldn't take the time to enjoy the body, he got up taking his cigar from the dead man’s lips. Turning he saw Snake with grief and anger on his face. “Here we go” he thought as Snake fired six slugs into Dan. The bullets tore into his guts one low near his bush, the next in his navel, the third and fourth tore into his lungs, five and six tore his heart. Dan shook and gasped as the bullets did their work. Staggering back he collapsed on top of Buck.

Brian watched as Dan fell shooting his load covering his cock and balls. Stepping forward he grabbed Snake by the shoulder. “I wanted him alive”. “That fucker killed Buck, no way I was going to let him live.” Brian sighed, “Fine, help me move the body.”

The two men drug Dan away from Buck, a little trail of blood following behind. Brian took a minute to suck the precious cum off Dan's cock and balls. Snake watched confused, but for the money he was getting he didn't ask questions. Even when he and Brian trussed up the body to a pole and raised it into a post hole.

Both men were sweaty and shirtless by the time they had Dan's body up on the pole. There were ropes tightly wrapped around the chest and ankles of the body, the arms were tight to the sides. Blood still trickled from the wounds and piss seeped from the cock, the head hanging against the big chest.

Snake took a drink of water from the barrel next to the cabin. “What's the purpose of putting the body up there”. Brian looked at The killer and admired his rugged good looks. Snake was leaner than most of the men Brian was attracted to, but the furry chest was still a turn on. “Wait a bit and you will see something miraculous.”

Snake paced back and forth throwing the stub of his 5th cigarette. “How much longer are we going to sit here watching a dead man? I admit that I am impressed that his cock is still hard but ain't nuthin else happening here!”. Just as Snake finished he heard something hit the dirt. Searching he pick up a bloody slug. As he was looking another joined it, looking up he saw the other four slowly pop out of the dead man’s chest. “What in tarnation is going on here?” Brian smiled knowing that his reaction wasn't much different. Then Dan twitched and suddenly took a deep lungful of air. “HOLY FUCK!” Snake jumped back as Dan started coughing and his eyes popped open.

Walking up next to Snake “Dan doesn't seem capable of staying dead. A trait I am afraid you don't share.” Just as Snake realized what Brian was saying, Brian plunged his knife into the gut of Snake! “Gaaahh” Snake gagged as his gut exploded with pain. Pushing Brian away he went for his gun, pulling it he aimed and fired at Brian “CLICK” the gun was empty! Brian had noticed that Snake had forgotten to reload during the moving of Dan's body. Snake stared as Brian stepped in grabbing the knife in Snake's gut. With an arm on his shoulder Brian proceeded to murder the man. The knife flashed and Snake cried out and grunted as Brian started butchering him. Over and over he stabbed until finally Snake gave up the ghost, death claimed the unfortunate soul. But Brian wasn't done, using the knife he cut Snake's clothing off. Then proceeded to remove the man's half hard cock and balls, stuffing them in the open mouth of the body. Then he proceeded to gut the lean body, a quick slice across the low gut and the entrails easily slid out. It was then that Brian pulled out his hard cock and proceeded to fuck the mutilated body.

Dan came awake just in time to watch Brian slaughter the man that had shot him down. He was disturbed by what he saw. Over the centuries he had allowed a few mortals to glimpse immortality through him. Of these few, many were killed by Dan, as they lacked the composure needed and would try to reveal him to the world at large. The remaining select would invariably set about trying different means to kill him to see if it were possible. Over the years only three had passed the trial as Dan called it. All of the candidates, for that was what they were, discovered that feeding on Dan's seed would make their bodies heal and enough of it would make them immortal like Dan. So far only three had made the transition successfully, the rest had been slain by Dan. As a natural born Immortal, he knew the secret to ending a immortal’s life. Dan had also taken it upon himself to be Judge, Jury and executioner of these children. It was his cum that created them, so he was their father in that sense. When one of his children traveled a dark and sadistic path, he could not in good conscious let them run amok thru history. Jack had been one such individual. Dan had left his home here in the west to travel to London and slay the one known as The Ripper. It wasn't long after he got back that Brian had first tried to murder him. Now it appeared that he would have to slay Brian to prevent another slaughter and dismemberment of humans.

Brian rose to new levels of excitement and enjoyment fucking Snake's mutilated body. The fact that Dan was watching only heightened the euphoria. All to quickly he shot his load into the body. Standing cock dripping he turned to look into the cold blue eyes of Dan Bearhunter.

“Hello Brian” Dan's voice was cold and lifeless. Brian shivered, but wasn't going to let Dan ruin this moment. “It is time for our game to end, Dan, I have been the one that been killing you again and again.” The declaration sparked very little reaction from Dan, which irritated Brian. He had been systematically killing the big bounty hunter for months, catching him unawares over and over. Then a realization dawned on him. No one could have been that inept. If Dan was easy to kill as he seemed, he wouldn't be a very good bounty hunter. Staring up at the man “You played me!” Dan smiled “Like a fish on the line.” Brian was infuriated by the admission “How long have you known?”

Dan did his best to look casual “Since the beginning.” “The beginning?!” Brian almost yelled. “If you knew from the beginning, why did you let it go on for so long?” Dan looked at Brian “When you have been alive for as long as I have, eternity gets a little boring. So I enjoy these games that you have been engaged in, livens up the centuries.” Brian could barely believe what he was hearing, Dan actually enjoyed being killed. The more he thought on it, the more sense it made. Still Brian wouldn't let that distract him from his goal. Brian looked up at Dan “I have figured out what keeps you alive Dan, and I will take it for myself!” Dan waited for Brian to tell him what he had figured out, wondering if he had actually hit on it. “It's your big beautiful balls! I have been feeding off the seed of your balls and I can heal faster, stands to reason they keep you alive is the same way. And the way I see it, if I cut them off of you and eat them, I will be IMMORTAL!” Dan was surprised, Brian had almost figured it all out, he missed a couple of points, but was damn close.

Brian walked up to the post that Dan was tied to, looking at the aforementioned genitals, which were at eye level. Grabbing his bloody blade, he grabbed a hold of the big balls. Dan twitched at the rough grab of his jewels, calmly he looked at Brian “You sure you want to do that?” looking up into Dan's eyes “Fuck yes! I want to live forever!”

with that he laid the blade under Dan's scrotum, ready to slice. “If you’r wrong, you will be removing the source of your healing” Dan said with a calm even voice. Brian hesitated “You’r just trying to save your life and your balls!” Dan chuckled, “Well of course, but I ain't lying to you, son, eating my balls won’t make you Immortal.” Dan felt the cold of the steel under his sack “ Yes, they help you heal, and if you remove them you won’t be able to do that anymore. But as a matter of fact they have already made you immortal.” Brian's eyes widened as he heard what Dan said “Immortal, Fuck!” “He's lying to save himself.” he thought, but his hand on Dan's hard cock could feel his pulse slow steady. To all appearances he was telling the truth. “How do I know you’r not lying?” Brian asked. “Well, you could let me kill you , but I doubt you would trust me that much.” Brian nodded his agreement “Yeah not likely” Dan offered a suggestion “You could leave me, go out in the world and find out for yourself. The way you live your life, I suspect it won’t take long for you to find out.” Dan smiled. “And you know where to find me if you should still need my cum”. Brian thought on this, taking his knife away from Dan's balls. Pacing as he thought, passing the bodies of the two thugs he had hired. “Could it be true? Am I already Immortal?” Dan watched and decided on a way to convince this newborn of the truth of his words. “Brian, I can help prove it, go inside my cabin, grab me a cigar and while you’r in there close your eyes. Feel the world around you”. Brian was doubtful, but acceded to the request. Once inside he located the cigars and matches. Closing his eyes he took a deep breath. The quiet of the cabin surrounded him. As he was about to go back outside, he heard something and as he concentrated the world around him came alive. He could hear insects and birds that he hadn't heard before, his senses were alive. He went back to Dan, and after lighting the cigar and giving it to him, asked “No wonder you knew I was there.” “Well as you suggested I will leave you your balls just in case, but before I go, see what this means.” With that said he started sucking on the big bear’s cock. Working the precious balls he quickly brought Dan to climax. Dan puffed the cigar as Brian worked his cock, he had managed to save his balls and enjoyed the attention to his dick. Brian swallowed the load Dan ejaculated, enjoying it as always. After finishing he wiped his beard and went for the rope he had lying next to the post. He quickly tied a noose into it, then threw it over a sturdy tree branch above Dan. “Fuck” Dan thought to himself. He had been hanged before and it was a pain in the ass. Brian used a large boulder to climb up and secure the noose around Dan's neck. The touch of the rough hemp rope was enough to stir both their cocks. Brian climbed down. Then looking up at Dan still puffing away, he cut the ropes binding Dan to the post. Dan dropped a couple of feet pulling the rope tight around his neck. Brian watched as Dan swung slowly spinning face red, eyes and cock bulging. Brian's dark side took over and grabbing the blade he stuck it deep into Dan' belly on the left side. Dan grunted but couldn't breathe, let alone speak. But he did writhe in pain as Brian cut across his belly low where the belly bulge meets the groin. Once the cut was complete Dan's guts slipped out and fell to the ground with a sickening wet thud. Dan was wide eyed in pain, air cut off by the rope that was painfully tight around his throat, gut slit open. Brian looked Dan in the eyes, seeing that he still lived he decided to be merciful and stabbed the blade into Dan's heart. Dan convulsed once, then hung limply, cock dripping, guts dragging as he swung.

Brian proceeded to leave and go discover what life was like for an Immortal.

Unknown to Brian an hour later Dan's guts had slowly returned to their home inside his abdomen , the cut healed up the heart started beating. Dan awoke and realized he was still hanging, He reached up and his right arm bulged as he grabbed the rope to lift himself. The left removed the rope and he dropped to his feet. Looking around he spotted the body of Black Buck “Seems a shame not to fuck it” he muttered. Grabbing a fresh cigar he proceeded to enjoy the body of his kill. He wanted to give Brian just a little head start anyways.

A day later Dan saddled his horse. He had enjoyed Buck’s body for a bit, then cleaned up the bodies by tossing them in the cave. Now a day later he saddled up to catch and slay Brian. It didn't take long to pick up the trail. Apparently the first thing Brian had done was go to town and get in a brawl at the saloon, that ended with two dead men. Then Brian had rode out fast. Dan rode into town and was quickly informed that there was a reward on Brian. Dan told them he would take care of it.

That brings us back to the beginning of the story. Dan had managed to catch up to Brian, and the first thing he did was put a bullet in his leg. Then he told Brian that there is a way to kill an Immortal and by god he would show him. He told Brian to run!

Brian had caught his breath again, the blood still ran down his leg but was slowing.

The unmistakable sound of a rifle chambering a bullet rang out clear in the mountain air. Instinct told Brian to move, he ducked just in time as a bullet buried itself in the tree where his head had been. Brian started running again. He heard Dan yell “First day as an Immortal and you start murdering people.” Brian listened, trying to figure out where Dan was. “They are nothing compared to us” Brian yelled back, “Why shouldn't we?” He moved north reasonably sure that Dan was south. As he came around a tree, Dan was there and his rifle butt smashed into his face. Brian dropped like a rock blood flowing from his nose as he passed out and darkness swallowed him.

Brian awoke to find himself laying spread eagle in the snow, stakes at his arms and legs kept him spread eagle and a gag in his mouth. Looking around he saw Dan sitting on a log, naked and smoking.

Dan stood and walked over and towered over Brian. “I never lied to you Brian. You are immortal, but you are also a monster”. Dan puffed his cigar as he slowly straddled Brian using his hand to position Brian's cock. Surprised that he was hard he felt himself enter Dan. Dan moaned. Brian felt the tight warm hole and sighed. Dan started using his legs to bounce on Brian, his hole gripping the cock and stroking it. Gagged, all Brian could do was moan. Both Dan and Brian could feel Brian's cock swell and as quick as a viper Dan plunged is Bowie into Brian's chest. Brian screamed into the gag as Dan was killing him! He felt the cold steel fuck his heart. His cock exploded in a wave of heat and orgasmic pleasure which sent him into the darkness.

Brian climbed out of the dark for the second time this day. He was alive! “Fuck! I am Immortal.” he started laughing. Then the shadow of Dan fell over him. “Yes but not for long” Dan muttered, being cryptic. “As I said, I didn't lie to you, swallowing the seed of an immortal will eventually turn you” Dan walked around Brian as he spoke. “But as you can imagine we don't just let anyone who happens to suck our cocks become immortal. I was born immortal and I have had a lot of men suck my cock over the centuries, but many like you shouldn't be loosed upon the world.” With that Dan showed Brian the Bowie again. Brian felt a chill go down his spine to his balls. “I gave you the best first death I could, death during sex is great. But you have darker desires” With that Dan knelt and stabbed Brian in the gut. Brian tried to scream and beg, but the gag prevented it. Blood flowed as Dan stabbed Brian's guts three more times. Each blow was like ice and fire for Brian. His cock was hard and he wanted release. “You were close, Brian, the Balls are the source, eating them won’t work, but removing them will end the life of an immortal”. Brian shivered he realized what Dan was doing. “I can’t let you live among mortals with your desires, I am sorry.” Dan sliced across Brian's gut. It was a ribbon of fire. Then he felt Dan reach in and pull his entrails out. The pale color of his bloody guts both sickened and enthralled Brian seeing his own insides. Dan spread his entrails around, then grabbed his engorged cock. Brian was in pain but the touch to his cock was like fire, he moaned. Dan started stroking it strong steady strokes. Faster and faster and just when Brian was sure he would shoot, Dan leaned over still stroking, “My last gift” he stabbed Brian in the heart. Brian felt his cock explode again as he came like never before, cum splattered his entrails. The wave of Orgasm sent him into the darkness again and for the last time. Dan removed the Knife from Brian's chest, grabbing the cum soaked cock and balls. he removed them. Brian bucked as his immortal line was cut. Dan stuffed the genitals into Brian's mouth. Then he stood and wanked himself off, his cum landing on Brian's face and chest. “So end another” he thought as he walked away leaving the body to the wolves he could sense in the area.

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