Neri

The Bounty Hunters

We could face a monster like the minotaur or a dangerous outlaw or we could wait for our execution in a cell...

Outlaw sounds good

Good. Two bounty hunters looking for a prey?

Teamed up to hunt him down. He is dangerous and has men.

The worst son of bitch we ever hunted. Are we in the wild West?

Sure. Tracking him through Indian territory

Good. Hot day, but dark clouds coming towards us. We are looking for that bloody bastard. "Here Dan. They were here. Four or five men, I think."

Get down looking at the tracks, puffing my gar, "Yeah looks like 5 for sure, heads south."

"Shit! In the Navajos' land! But that son of bitch has some friends in the tribe."

"Yeah that will make this more dangerous." I climb up again.

"The storm is coming. Shit! Hot like hell and now the rain. Do we look for a cave where we can stop, Dan, or do you prefer to go on?"

"Fuck! The storm will erase the tracks , let’s go as far as we can"

"Good" We go on riding, while the clouds become darker and cover the sky. I look at you, at your large back, at your strong, heavy body. I smile.

Tracking hard trying to get ahead of the storm, rain starts to fall.

I grunt. "Fuck!"

"GOD DAMN IT" I throw down my wet cigar, “Better find a cave.”

I nod. We move, looking for a cave, but before we find it, we are completely wet. "Shit!" I see a dark opening in the mountain. "Up there, Dan!" We reach the place. It's a cave. We enter with the horses.

Storm raging outside as we drip with water. "Not going anywhere for a bit, might as well get a fire started"

"Yes, to dry our clothes. And ourselves." We look around. The cave has been used, probably by the Indians. There is some wood. I start a fire.

I go to the horses, and take out some food . When I get back you have the fire going. I start taking clothing off.

I look at you. I always admire your big body. I saw you naked sometimes, bathing in a lake. It makes me always hard.

I wring the water out of my clothes then lay them out to dry, light a new cigar.

I look at your body, smiling, forgetting to strip. Strange thoughts running in my head.

I rub my belly as I turn towards you "You will catch a cold if you don't get out of those wet clothes"

I slowly nod. I take my jacket and shirt off, then the boots. I lower my pants, but I keep the underwear. I am hard and a little embarrassed.

I sit on a boulder, balls hanging low, big cock swelling, "Lose the underwear, bud, your balls will freeze." I wink at you.

I nod. I know you are right. I turn and I take my underwear off. My cock is hard like a stone. I grunt and I turn again, sitting near the fire and looking at the flames.

"You got a hot body and cock there, Brian, why so bashful"

I try to smile. "You know, Dan... My cock does what it wants." I laugh.

I laugh "yeah they often do, get hard when you want to piss, or see someone naked"

I nod. "Yes, Dan. You know..." I blush a little "You are such a male. And seeing you naked... my cock likes you." I laugh again.

I lean back against the cave wall, playing with my balls. "I like your cock"

I look at you. I smile. I look at your big paws playing with your balls. "Do you want to taste it, Dan? I could... I could do what you do to our preys..." I laugh, aroused and embarrassed.

I take a deep lungful of smoke, “Yeah, we can do that"

I can hardly breathe. "Really, Dan... really? You... Fuck! To fuck you as you fucked Billy Ironcock's ass, after we killed him. Are you sure?"

"I spread my legs exposing my hairy ass below my balls "hell yeah"

I stand. I grab my gun. I feign to fire. "Bam, Bam, bam! You are a dead man, Bearhunter! And I'll fuck your corpse." I laugh. I approach.

I grunt and groan grabbing my belly, blowing smoke. I go limp playing dead, cock hard.

I lift your legs and I put them on my shoulders, my cock pressing against your asshole. "I had you, Bearhunter. Now you are dead and I'll taste your ass." I push my cock slowly into your ass. The feeling is glorious.

My ass spasms as you push in. I puff my cigar but lay limp as you start to fuck.

"I understand why you liked to fuck the dead men, Bearhunter, when you were alive. It's gorgeous." I fuck your ass, pushing my cock deep into it and the moving back. The pleasure increases.

You start fucking hard and faster, my body jiggling and moving as you pound.

The pleasure too strong, now. My cock finally explodes. My jism fills your ass. I grunt. It's great, the best fucking in my life.

I smile and blow smoke, "That was good Brian, was I your first?"

I slowly nod. I caress your cock. "Yes, Dan, you were. It was great. Thanks." I play wit your hard cock and I add: "It was good to think you were dead and I was fucking a dead body." I laugh. "Take care, I could kill you just to fuck your dead ass!" I laugh again.

"You may at that, or I may decide to taste yours." You see my eyes get serious. "Don't move" I pull my pistol from beside me.

I look at you, perplexed. I am not sure if you are joking or not. You seem to be so serious. And, strange to say, my cock is stiffening again.

With a quick move I pull you down on my chest and fire behind you. BAM

I don't understand. I turn my head to see why you fired.

You see a cowboy stagger into the light drenched from rain, he drops the gun he was holding, then falls with a thud.

"Fuck, Dan! Good you saw it before he fired." Let's see if there is someone else.

I let you get up then follow you, we walk towards the entrance standing over the body.

We look around. Nobody. The rain is pouring. "He was alone. Or the others didn't come yet."

"Yeah he may have been caught out, they will come looking for him when the storm ends" I kick him on his back

I look at the body. "Fuck, Dan! When you grabbed your pistol, I thought you were going to kill me." I laugh.

I flick ash off my gar, "not yet Brian" I wink and kneel down to inspect our kill.

I smile. I look at your naked body. I am still hard. "Are you going to fuck him, Dan?"

"Well, I did kill him" I open his shirt.

I nod. I look at you stripping the dead man. I am very hard, now. I see that you are hard, too.

Strip like unwrapping a present to see what’s underneath.

A strong, hairy man, dark skin. You take off his underwear.

Pull it off, exposing his cock and balls.

Big dark cock and heavy balls. "He was a real man." I laugh, aroused.

"Not man enough to survive, man enough to die and be fucked" I feel the hole in his chest, I grab his ankles and drag him away from the entrance.

I follow you. I like seeing you to move the dead body. I like seeing him dead, defenseless, your prey.

I light a new cigar then get between his legs spreading them lifting them as I push my hard massive cock inside

I gasp. Looking at you fucking a dead prey always aroused me, but now the feeling is even stronger. I look at your big ass, I think I fucked you, like you were dead.

You watch that hairy ass clench and relax as I thrust in and out, puffing my gar, making the body jiggle, the dead cock still hard against the dark hairy skin.

Strange thoughts in my head. I think I could kill you, now, just to fuck your ass again. To fuck your dead body like I fucked your ass when you were alive. I shake my head. You are my friend. I cannot kill you just for lust. But looking at your big hairy ass while you fuck the dead man... Fuck!

As you wrestle with your thoughts, I groan and grunt leaning forward hands on his chest as I stroke deep and strong balls swinging

I grab my pistol. I turn to look outside, but nobody is coming. I turn back and I look at you. My pistol in my hand, my cock hard, my throat dry.

With a groan I arch back filling his ass "Fuuuuck" I moan.

I shudder. I almost cum, just looking at you. My finger on my pistol.

I pull out standing, breathing hard from the sex, rubbing my chest, cock dripping. I turn towards you. "Is there trouble" I nod towards your gun.

I shake my head. "No, no trouble, Dan. I was just... just checking, but there is nobody outside." I nod. "Nobody" I look at my pistol.

I walk towards the entrance leaving the body, I grab your cock and stroke it as I pass, grabbing my pistol looking out into the storm

I shudder. Your hand on my cock... Fuck! I am confused and I think I am behaving like a fool.

I walk back, "you want a go" I nod at the body

I look at the body. I nod. "Yes, I need a dead body to fuck." I smile. "You were a good teacher, Dan." I laugh.

"Ours is a dangerous profession, Brian. We enjoy what we can when we can"

I nod. I look at the dead man's ass. Better to fuck him and forget my strange thoughts. I kneel between the dead man's legs. "Dan, if someone kills me, will you fuck my dead body?"

"Yes. If I am alive to do it"

I nod. "Good, Dan. It is a promise." I laugh and I push my cock into the dead man's ass.

I watch enjoying my cigar as you fuck my kill, I too feel the temptation to kill you now.

I fuck the dead man and I feel you behind my back. What if you fucked me? Alive... or dead? Strange feelings.

I kneel behind you, hands on your shoulder

"What... what are you doing, Dan?"

"Seems like it’s my turn to fuck you, Brian." Smoke blows past your head as you feel my cock pressing against your ass.

I slowly nod. "Alive, Dan?" I don't know why asked this.

"You desire death do you ? "

I don't know what to answer. Then I say. "Fuck me alive, Dan. I want to feel your big cock. Then... we'll see."

"Agreed" I push inside

I grunt in pain. "You are a bull, Dan. Shit!"

"You know it, one of the reasons I fuck dead men is because most men can’t stand me inside them."

I laugh. Pain and pleasure mixing. "It's a lie, but it is true that it is not easy to be fucked by such a stallion. It's painful, but I like it. And I wanted it."

I start fucking slow and strong deep strokes.

Pain increasing, but the feeling is great. "Shit, Dan!" I would like to tell you to stop, but I know you wouldn't stop. And I don't want you to stop.

"Relax and continue fucking that body."

I go on fucking. When you push, my cock goes deeper into the dead man's ass. The pain in my ass increases.

Smoke heavy in the air, I grunt and groan sweating.

I go on fucking the dead ass, my own ass is burning.

Quickly I bring myself to shoot into your ass

I feel you cumming into my ass. Hot load. I say again "Shit!"

I laugh “That is an entirely different thing.” I pull out.

I nod. I slowly pull out, too, my cock still hard. I didn't cum. I turn and I look at you.

Covered in sweat, smelling of cum and cigar and man musk.

I smile. My hands caress your hairy, sweaty body.

“You are a fast learner, Brian.” I rub your chest.

I nod. I go on caressing your strong body. "You are such a male, Dan!" I look at your big cock, that I felt in my ass.

“Thanks, you know, we may not survive after we find them"

I nod. "Yes, Dan, we both know death is waiting for us."

I look outside, the storm is letting up

I stand up. My cock is still hard. I look at your strong body. "What are we going to do, Dan?"

“Well, as I see it, we wait for them to come looking for this fellow or we go looking possibly finding them or some Navajo. Either way men will die" I look at you "You have any ideas?"

I lower my head. Then I look at you and I say "Are you sure we are going to die?" A pause. Then I add: "If we are going to die, it could be... one of us killing the other one, perhaps."

I smoke, looking serious. “I won’t lie, if we fight them, we could win if things go right. Or we could die together probably a hard death"

"What do you prefer to do, Dan? I accept your choice."

"Well, that is tough, how many men have you killed ?

"A dozen or something more."

"And how many times have you been shot or stabbed?”

"Three times, Dan. Why are you asking?"

"I am asking how YOU want to leave this world? Suffering or in a flash of hot adrenaline?”

I shake my head. "I am not afraid of suffering. I am... what do you suggest, Dan?"

"Well we die together fighting, or we have a quick draw, the loser dies at the hand of the other, the winner faces them alone"

I nod. I look at you. "You choose, Dan. I accept your choice."

"Were you serious about wanting me to fuck your dead ass?"

I slowly nod.

“If we fight them it won’t happen.”

I pick up my gun belt.

I nod again. I stand, naked, my cock hard, against the wall of the cave.

I nod towards your gun, “I won’t just murder you, put on your gun.” I strap my belt above my cock.

I nod. I take my gun. "I am ready, Dan. Being killed and fucked by you is a honor. Killing and fucking you, too." I look at your huge cock, stiffening. "You like it, too!"

"Yes, to die knowing you will fuck my body is exciting"

I nod. My hand slowly caressing my gun. "Ready, Dan?"

I look you in the eyes, seeing your cock hard, my balls heavy I take a deep draw of smoke and draw.

I draw too. I aim at your heart. I fire.

We both draw aiming to kill. Smoke fills the air as the guns fire

A bullet through your heart. You stagger. You look at me, you smile. You cum, while you fall.

Smoke trailing me as I fall slow motion, hitting the ground with a thud, twitching as I cum.

I look at you. Killing you was great. I am sorry you didn't kill me. I move to your body. I turn you on your belly and I begin to fuck your ass.

You feel the difference in my dead ass compared to a living ass, still warm

It's great. I like fucking your dead ass. I go on fucking it. But I don’t' cum. I stand. I turn you on your back. I sit on your belly. Then I move and I slowly impale myself on your hard cock.

The single bloody hole in my hairy chest, eyes staring at you, smoke slowly seeping from dead lungs as my hard dead cock slips inside you.

I move my ass up and down, feeling for the second and last time in my life your big cock.

Body jiggles as you use me.

I feel the pain and the pleasure, both increasing.

My cock pushing against your prostate, the pressure of you on my crotch forcing me to piss in your ass.

I feel you piss in my innards. A strange feeling, that I like.

You see figure at the entrance , a Navajo warrior

I look at him. I smile. I aim at him with my gun, but I don't fire: I want to die so.

Even as you grab your pistol a arrow buries itself in your gut

I grunt in pain. Your cock still in my ass, my ass on your belly. I double.

The warrior smiles. He will get a kill today and fires another arrow into your belly.

I grunt again. I look at your dead face. "Soon we'll be together, Dan!" I smile.

Thwack, a third arrow in your chest

I fall on your body, the arrows going deeper in my gut and chest. I see the warrior approaching, his knife in his hand. "Dan!"

He grabs your hair pulling you up.

I grunt in pain. "Finish me off, son of bitch!" But I don't know if he understands me.

He gets behind you, his cock hard against your back, as he reaches over your shoulder and stabs you three times in your belly and chest.

I almost scream in pain. I groan and I grunt, like a butchered pig.

He runs the blade across your throat then starts taking your scalp

I scream in pain. The world is fading. "Shit! Shit!"

You feel your cock shoot its last load across my chest as you fade collapsing on me as your scalp comes away.

Two dead men. (Only one scalp).

My shaved head saves me, he rolls you off flat on your back.

He looks at your big cock, astonished. He smiles. "Two dead pale-faced warriors."

He licks all the cum off of our bodies, believing it will give him strength.

Then he pisses on our bodies, he takes our weapons and he leaves with our horses.

The three bodies left for the outlaws to find, when they come looking for their friend.

It is a hot day, but there are dark clouds in the sky: perhaps it will rain, a big storm.

Riding my horse, smoking a cigar, wondering if I will get wet.

Moving along the trail through the mountain.

Big bear of a man heading towards town.

I am riding near a little pond. Old hunter, gray hair, big bear, but not so big as you.

I come riding up the trail smoke trailing, I see you, look you over.

I haven't seen you, yet. I am asking myself if it is not better to look for a place where I can stay during the coming storm.

You hear my horse as I approach the water,

"Howdy"

I look at you. I smile, but I am not sure if you are a friend.

"It seems it is going to rain"

Letting my horse get a drink. I look at the sky, "Yeah were going to get wet for sure."

"I think so. Do you know these mountains? Is there a place where we can find a shelter?"

I look you over, thinking, you don't seem to threatening. "There is an old trapper cabin about a mile up the trail."

"It sounds good. The storm is coming. Can you show me the way?"

"Yeah, just follow me." I mount up.

"Thanks" I follow you. I see your large back. I don't know if you are dangerous, but you are so fucking sexy.

As we ride it starts to rain. By the time we get to the cabin, thunder and lightning are all around us. I dismount and grab your horse and mine. "Go inside, I’ll put the horses away."

"Good". I enter the little cabin. Outside it is raining. When you enter, you are completely wet.

You find a single room cabin, dusty, a cot, a small table and a couple of chairs. Wood by the fireplace.

We need some fire. I prepare the wood and in a few minutes a fire is burning.

I start taking off my wet clothing, soon I am shirtless, water making my hair dark against my chest and back

I look at you. My mouth is dry. I gulp. My cock is stiffening.

Big beefy man, a bit of a belly, gun belt around my hips, I pull out a cigar and puff it to life.

I try to hide my desire. I ask: "Do you have a cigar for me, too?"

"Sure pard" I pull another out and hand it to you. "You ok? You seem a little short of breath.”

I hand you a match.

I grab the match. I touch your hand. I smile.

"Yes, I am OK."

"But the fire... It is too warm, now." I take my Jacket and my shirt off.

“Yeah, it’s raining but still summer out there." I sit and take off my boots.

I look at your body as you take off your shirt

Grey hair on my chest, a lot of it.

I smile. "This cigar is very good."

“Thanks, I usually spring for the better ones, when I can afford it." I place my boots near the fire to dry; I pull a large knife from my back.

I look at your blue eyes.

I look at the knife.

I smirk, blowing smoke from my nostrils. I set it on the table, and then remove my gun belt. "Startled you, didn't I?"

"Yes, a little. You have a lot of enemies, I suppose."

"I make my living as a bounty Hunter, so yeah, I can’t be too careful." I set the gun belt on the table. I start to undo my pants, "How do you make your living?”

I smile again. I sit and I take my boots off. They are not wet.

"I am a hunter, but I don't live here."

"So you are a bounty hunter. Quite a dangerous job!" I laugh.

"Ah, of course I hunt animals, not men."

"Yeah, that's generally a safer profession" I drop my wet pants, showing my big hairy balls and a nice cock. I lay them near the fire.

I look at you. I remain still for a long moment, and then I slowly take my pants off. You can see my hard cock, my hairy balls.

Eyebrows rise as I see you’re hard. "Looks like you’re enjoying the show."

I smile.

"Yes, I enjoy it. A very good show."

"What about..."

Puffing my cigar, I look at you.

My cock starting to get hard.

“What about what? You have a question, spit it out.” I walk to the door and take a piss out the door.

I approach. I put my arms around you, my hard cock against your ass, while I look at you pissing.

I jump at your touch. "You fuck men?"

My left hand caresses your big hairy balls.

"What about... this."

I smile.

"Yes, brother. You don't?"

"I turn to face you after I finish. “You don't kill men for a living without getting horny, so yeah, I have "

I nod. "This is good. We can have a little fun together."

"That's one word for it." I place my hand on your chest. "You ever kill a man, mister?'

I nod. "Yes, I did, sometimes. I have some enemies. Not many of them living, now." I laugh.

I grab your cock. "Did it make you hard?"

I nod. "Yes, always. I..." I hesitate, and then I say: "I always need to fuck, after killing a man."

I push you back towards the bed "So you fuck any of your kills?"

I smile. "Yes, before or after the killing. You do the same, don't you?"

"Don't usually get a chance to fuck them alive." You feel the bed against your legs

I nod. "I understand. But perhaps while they are dying..."

I let you push me on the bed.

"A few survive long enough." I spread your legs puffing my cigar. I move in pushing my cock against your ass.

"I understand" I feel your cock against my ass and I suddenly feel without any force.

I slide my cock inside your ass, leaning over you, your cock against my belly

I grunt. The feeling is so strong. Pain and pleasure. "Great".

Rubbing your big chest, I start to pump.

The pain increases, the pleasure too. You are such a male. I caress your big hairy chest.

Grunting as I pump, "You’re quite a man, my friend. I bet you would be one hot kill."

I look at you. I smile, but I am worried. "Do you think so, man? You are certainly a good hunter..."

Starting to sweat, balls slapping your ass. "Hell yeah, I kill well and often."

I nod. The pleasure increasing. I grunt. The pain in my ass is strong, the pleasure stronger.

"You are a real man, brother"

"Fuck yeah" I grab your cock and start to stroke it." The best is killing a man while you fuck him."

I look at you, at your eyes. I nod. "Yes, I understand, brother. To look at him dying while you fuck him."

"Yeah, and feel his ass milking your cock."

"Yes, brother. This is great feeling. And being killed by a strong man is a strong feeling, too. But you feel it only once in your life."

“True, but what a way to go." You see the big knife in my hand.

I know it is too late. I accept my fate. "You are a son of bitch, brother, but a great fucker and a great male."

You feel your cock swell; I stab the blade into your chest.

I grunt. I feel the pain and the pleasure, mixing. It's terrible and it's hot. "Shit!"

You feel me twist the blade through your heart, and a wave of orgasm rushed through you.

The world disappears in a wave of pain and pleasure.

Your cock erupts covering your belly and mine in cum. I grunt arching up as I cum in your ass.

The pleasure of the orgasm is my last feeling. I lay lifeless, a corpse that you fill of your cum.

I stand, cum dripping from my cock. I pull the knife from your hairy manly chest.

Another man you have killed, one of the many.

I smoke my cigar standing naked in the doorway.

When the rain stops, I’ll put your body over your horse.

A naked hairy body, a large wound in his chest, cum dripping from his ass.

Worth 500 to me: you were a small bounty, but you don't pass up opportunity. Hell, it may be me someday.

III

Big Dan they call me, I'm a bounty hunter

Good. A son of bitch looking for outlaws, to gain a lot of money.

Always brings his targets in dead, usually naked and hung over a horse.

They say that he fucks his victims, alive or dead, nobody knows.

You decide to follow him the next time he goes out.

Who am I?

A young gun out to make a name and some money, you could get a rep killing him, or maybe learn his secrets and start bounty hunting yourself

Yes. I don't know exactly what I am going to do, but I want to follow you, perhaps to kill you. And certainly there is something in you that arouses me, even if I don't tell me so.

I head out one morning riding a big black horse.

You wait a bit then start to follow.

I ride my horse, following you, but I avoid being seen by you.

I head out into the plains.

Hot day, even if it is morning. No shadows in these bloody plains. Vultures flying in the sky, looking for dead animals... or men.

Half the day passes and you see me ride into a rocky pass.

I wait. I don't want you to notice me. After twenty minutes I ride into the pass, looking around cautiously.

Shortly you see my horse tied to some scrub.

Shit! Where is he? I look around, worried.

After a couple of seconds, you see me climbing to a high point.

I leave my horse in a hidden place and I slowly climb on the rocky hill.

You get to a point where you can see me; I'm hunkered down, my rifle on the rock before me, looking down into the pass.

I hid behind a rock, from where I can look at you and I wait.

You watch me light a cigar then lay low rifle in my hands.

Shortly a man comes riding through the pass.

I look at him, and then I look at you. I watch you both. I know what is going to happen. Or I think so.

You see me take aim, then a shot rings out, the man falls from his horse as it takes off running.

I smile. I know you are the best shot. Great!

You watch me climb down.

I slowly move, climbing down, but taking care: I don't want you to see me.

I get to the ground, grab my horse and his and walk to his body.

I hid not far from the place where his body lays.

You watch me take off my coat and vest.

I walk over to the body and turn him on his back.

My mouth is dry. What are you going to do?

I kneel down checking him, I pull a knife from my boot and stick it in his heart, and he doesn't even twitch.

You have certainly killed him shooting him.

Nobody shoots like you.

I put my knife away grab his face looking, a handsome bearded man.

I see him. Yes, he was a strong, handsome man, an outlaw. There is a bounty for his body, of course.

I start stripping him, boots then pants and finally shirt.

Fuck! What are you going to do? Is it true what they tell about you fucking your victims' corpses? My cock is stiffening.

He lays spread out before me his cock still hard; I remove my shirt, and undo my pants pulling out my cock.

I look at you, at your huge, hard cock. I haven't seen such a cock in my life. My cock is hard and I feel the desire growing.

I get on my knees between his legs; I grab his legs and pull his limp ass onto my cock.

I watch you slowly fucking his ass. I would like to be at your place. I would like to be at his place. I... Shit!

I puff my cigar as I pump his ass, his body jiggling.

I touch my gun, I grab it, but I don't know what I am going to do. I just watch you screwing the fucker and my cock is so hard...

You watch me fuck him you can hear my balls slapping his ass, sweaty hairy chest and back

I grab my gun and I slowly approach, hiding behind the rocks.

You get closer, you can hear me grunting, smell my cigar, and see the sweat running down my body.

I think I am going to cum. Now I am very near. I grab your gun and I say: "This is your last fuck, Big Dan."

I look at you, still pounding, blow smoke from my nostrils. "Who the fuck are you?"

"The man who is going to kill you. And to fuck your corpse, Big Dan."

But I look at your hairy back and ass, at your bearded face, at the sweat.

"It will be a pleasure killing you."

Grunting, my balls slapping his ass, "When I finish fucking him, I'm going to take that gun from you and shove it up your ass.”

I try to laugh, but my laugh is not convincing. "You can finish fucking him, and then there are many bullets for you, Dan. And perhaps yes, I could finish you shooting into your ass.” I laugh again.

When you laugh, my hand grabs my knife from my boot and I throw it at you.

I see it and I jump to avoid it. It scratches my right shoulder. "Fuck, Big Dan, you are a bloody bastard!"

I growl loudly, muscles flexing, my chest huge as I arch back filling his ass.

I watch you cumming into his ass. Such a man! "Time to die, Big Dan! Stand up!"

I pull my cock out of the body, huge cock and balls on display.

I watch them. Such a cock, such balls. You are a real male. I look at your hairy chest, at your hairy belt. I am sweating. "I am going to kill you, Big Dan!"

As I get my one leg under me I jump at you.

"Shit!" I fire, but your hand shifts my gun. I kick you in the balls with my knee. You grunt.

I grab your gun arm with my hand, smile and punch you in the gut.

I groan. "Shit!” I punch you back. I try to free my arm. I know that if I don't free myself I am going to die. You body is heavy, hot, wet, but I try to ignore all this. I punch your face.

You knock my cigar away; I spit blood and look at you. You see murder in my eyes. With a twist on your wrist the gun drops, then I plant my foot in your gut kicking you back, you stumble against the body.

I jump to grab the gun before you take it. I manage to take it. I aim at you.

My massive body blocks out the sun as I charge at you.

I fire. A bullet hit your lower belly. Blood.

I grunt, but keep coming. I pin you to the ground my hands on your throat and left arm. Roaring at you in pain and rage, spittle hitting your face.

Your blood drips on my body. We are both sweating. I feel the pain in my neck, but I manage to grab your balls with my free arm. I crush them. You grunt and I manage to free my arm. I fire again. The bullet enters your belly, near the belly button.

I grunt again, you can see the rage in my eyes, I'm in berserker mode. The thought of killing you all I feel. The grip on your neck still strong. My hard swinging cock lying on your crotch.

The feeling of your cock against mine is strong, but I know I cannot lose a second. I fire again, twice, in your belly and I feel the grip on my neck weakening. I kick your face.

Off balance and dazed I roll of you onto my back. Giving you a split second to act, big heavy chest breathing hard in pain, my cock sticking up.

I stand. I fire again in your belly and I look at your beautiful, large, massive body, with five bullets in the belly, but the cock is so hard and big and the balls so heavy. I smile. I slowly strip myself.

Moaning in pain my head slowly clears as you strip.

"You are the best male I ever saw, Big Dan" I laugh. "No, you were the best male". I am naked, now, my gun in my hand. I approach I sit on your bleeding belly, feeling against my ass your huge cock. I look at the blood and the hair on your body. Your cock is hot. I spit on my hand, I lift myself on my knees, and I lubricate my asshole. I grab your dick and I slowly impale myself on it.

I groan as I feel your tight warm ass envelope my cock.

I slowly begin to move, up and down. It is painful, but I love it. I smile. "Last fucking, Big Dan. You fuck your murderer". I laugh.

I place my hands on your thighs, moving my hips into you, fucking you, weather I want to or not. My massive chest flexing my bloody hairy belly compacting as I thrust.

We are both enjoying it, even if you have a lot of lead in your belly and my ass is ravaged. But it is great. And I feel you going to cum.

Head back, I moan as I feel my balls ready to release, cock swelling in your ass. Chest sweaty you can feel my heartbeat "Do it” I moan".

I nod. "You promised me to shove my gun into my ass." I bend and I manage to push my gun between your asscheeks, into the hole. I laugh.

“You, fuck, can’t even kill me clean, like I did that poor bastard.”

I look at you. I smile. "The great Big Dan dying with a gun into his ass!" I nod. I am going to cum.

Well shoot your load across my chest, before I die.

Still fucking you, the gun in my ass cooling my lust somewhat.

I nod. I move my ass up and down twice and a large amount of cum spurts from my cock and falls on your chest, your beard, your face.

"Time to go, Dan."

I press the trigger, one, two, three times.

I jerk and buck with each shot.

It's a great feeling.

I can feel your deathcum into my ass. I milk your cock. For the last time you cum.

One of the bullets managed to get to my heart, I shudder as I fill your ass, eyes staring, and my head rolls to the side, thick bearded neck exposed.

You sitting on a big beefy bear, another one laying close by.

I look at you. I smile. I slowly rise. Big Dan is just a corpse. I'll have the reward for the outlaw you killed and the reputation for killing you. I put your pants on. Doing it, I caress your big hard cock and your large, heavy balls. Then I piss on your face and your chest, to clean the cum away.

No reaction from my dead eyes as the piss runs across my chest.

Lifting you and the man you killed on your horses is not easy. You are heavy. But I manage.

You had difficulty putting my balls and cock away, both were large.

Two bodies ass up on the horses.

The outlaw naked, you with your pants.

Blood dripping down the side of the horses.

I smile looking at the blood. I smile looking at your body. I know there is a little pond not far from here. I'll wash myself, and then I'll ride to town.

You feel a twinge of regret that you didn't fuck one of us, as you mount up leading us to the water.

Yes, it is true. I think I could do it at the pond. I could push my cock into your bleeding hole. My cock is stiffening again.

Arms swinging as you ride.

Chat4

Do you feel like killing and being killed tonight?

Yes

Good. Where are we and who are we?

I am thinking

Something western, bounty hunters or civil war, or both

Good. I like western. Are we two bounty hunters looking for an outlaw or one of us is an outlaw and the other one a bounty hunter?

I was thinking I am hunting you, catch you, kill you, then on the way back another hunter takes your body, or whatever you like.

It's OK for me.

So I know there is a son of bitch, called Daniel Richards, hunting me. I know he is dangerous. He has killed a lot of men.

Always brings them in dead.

And they say that he fucks the dead men. It would be great to kill him.

You have been on the trail for days, haven’t seen any sign I am following, as you see a small town ahead.

Good. I can rest there a day or two. I am tired. I'll take a room in the saloon. I reach the saloon, I put my horse in the stable and I go in. I ask for a whiskey.

The bartender grabs you a glass and a bottle. “Two dollars.”

I pay. I sip the whiskey. It's good to drink some whiskey. I look around. Then I ask for a room.

“Sure thing, stranger”, he hands you a room key and points up the stairs, “One dollar a night and baths are extra.”

A bath... this could be a good idea. It' a month I don't take a bath. I know I stink, but it is not a problem, here, in these little towns forgotten by God. “Yes, I take a bath.”

“I will have the bath ready in a few minutes, have a seat and the boy will let you know when it’s ready.”

OK. I sit down, looking around. I tell myself you are certainly far away, so I haven't to worry. I can relax. You won’t kill and fuck me today. Or fuck and kill me... They say you have a huge cock and you are a bull. It would be good to taste your cock, but that means to die.

As you sip whiskey and relax, a boy touches you and tells you it’s ready.

Good. I stand and I follow him to the room where there is the tub. I strip, I check the water and I enter in the tub.

Nice hot water steaming, soap and a towel on the stool next to it, the boy asks "Can I get you anything else, mister?"

"No, thanks! It's perfect so. You can go." I relax into the water, a cigar in my mouth.

The hot water relaxes muscles sore from riding and sleeping on the ground, the steam mixes with the cigar smoke to fill the air with aromatic scent.

It's great. Relaxing in the hot water, feeling the tension to vanish. I slowly caress my cock and balls, playing a little with them.

So comfortable, relaxing leaned back in the tub, your legs wide as you fondle your hard cock and balls, thinking about men you have killed, and also wondering about me.

My cigar in my mouth, my right hand playing with my balls, gently squeezing them, my left hand moving along my asscrack, probing my hole. I smile.

You get a little sleepy as you relax.

I yawn, my cock hard. It's great, here.

You fail to hear the door open as I enter the room.

I don't think you can be here.

Seeing you gives me a boner, quietly I remove my gun and clothes behind your back, where you cannot see.

I hear a noise. I think it's the boy that wants to know if I need more hot water. I slowly turn my head.

I step forward my bandanna between my hands, I drop it around your throat pulling you back as I tighten it.

Shit! I try to free my neck, to loosen your bandanna. Shit!

Water splashes as we struggle, your cigar drops in the tub as I puff on mine,"Finally caught you, you shit."

With my right hand I try to free my neck, with my left hand I grab your head, trying to make you fall. "Fuck! Shit!"

My arms bulge and my hairy back and ass flex, as I drag you out of the tub.

The pression of the bandanna around my neck increases and for a moment I almost faint.

I drag you over to the bed in the room and throw you down on it, with me on your back. "I am going to fuck you Brian." You can feel my manhood against your ass.

"Shit, Richards!" I know I am a dead man, but before dying it will be good feeling a good dick forcing my asshole. I can smell your strong male odors.

I force my legs between yours, spreading your ass, and then I push inside.

I almost scream in pain. "Shit! Shit! You, son of bitch!" The pain is strong, but there is pleasure, too.

Slowly I push in all the way balls deep in your virgin ass, my big balls against yours.

"Shit!" The pain stuns me. I can hardly breathe. But there is not only pain; there is a strange pleasure, too.

Puffing my gar, like a train, start pumping my cock in and out slow at first.

I grunt. Pain and pleasure. Both increasing. It's terrible, but it's great. "You... are a bull... Richards. Fuck!" I groan, I grunt, I moan.

“Damn right!” I fuck faster and cut off your air with the bandanna.

I can hardly breathe, now. I try to shake you off, but you are too strong. I am going to die, your cock into my ass. Not a bad way of dying. "You... bastard...shit!"

Pumping faster, grunting big clouds of smoke, I tighten the bandanna cutting off your air.

I cannot breathe anymore. The world slowly fades, the feeling of your huge cock into my ass stronger then anything else.

You feel my cock explode inside you and your own cock shooting, as I let you breathe

I can breathe again. I don't understand why you didn't kill me while you were fucking me. My throat aches. "Shit!"

I roll you on your back you get your first real look at me leaning over you

I look at you. I think "Suck a man!" I say, my throat aching: "Why didn't you kill me? I know you are going to kill me, son of bitch."

I smile an evil smile around my cigar, "Well, if you die like that, it looks like I murdered you and I can’t have that."

I don't understand. I look at you. "What the fuck are you saying?"

Laughing I grab my knife from where I laid it when I undressed. “This looks like you went down fighting me." As you realise, I stab you in the gut.

I grunt in pain, my hands on my belly. I fall on my knees, in front of you. I look at your big cock that I felt into my ass. "Bastard!"

"I have been called worse. You going to taste it?”

I look at you. I slowly nod. I am going to die, I am already dying, why to lie? I want to taste the cock that forced my asshole, my murderer's cock. I want to feel its odours and tastes.

I smoke my gar and hold the dripping knife as my cock is at your face.

I can smell its strong odors: sweat, piss, cum, my shit, too. I can see some blood, my blood, and shit on it. I slowly nod and I begin to clean it, licking it, and then sucking it.

"That’s it nice and clean, do a good enough job and you’ll get a last meal.”

I look at you. The pain in my belly is strong, I am bleeding, but my cock is stiffening again. Yours too. I take your dickhead into my mouth and I begin to suck it, my hands playing with your balls. I am sucking my murderer's cock, but it's OK. I want it.

“That’s it.” I rub your head like a good dog.

I nod. I hate you, but you are my master. My cock is very hard, now. Yours too. My hands caress your ass, the fingers running along your asscrack.

I moan as you bring pleasure to my cock, one hand on your head, the knife running lightly across your back

I let your cock and I begin to lick your balls and the area behind them, my head between your legs, a hand caressing your ass, the other one caressing your cock.

"You’re pretty good at this." I kneel in front of you, looking in your eyes, I blow smoke from my nostrils and run the blade into your chest.

I grunt in pain. I fall on your body, my hands on your chest. "I have what I deserve, Master."

I hold you as you shudder and go limp.

The world vanishes. I am a corpse.

I clean up, and then carry you to the horses waiting out back; tossing you naked across my pack horse, I tie you down, then ride off, headed to turn you in.

People on the streets looking at my naked body, my ass exposed, balls hanging low between my legs.

Blood and cum dripping down the side of the horse I light a new cigar and ride out with you bouncing.

Not far from town someone is observing you, hidden between the rocks.

Watching and waiting, knowing that I always catch my man, he intends to steal the body.

But he knows that to steal the body, he'll have to kill you.

He knows the road I travel; he just needs to decide when and where he will be able to do it.

He'll wait near a little lake, hidden behind the trees. Perhaps you'll stop and if you don't stop, he'll kill you while you are riding.

Later I approach the lake, the horse needs water, so I ride up too the shore to let him drink; as he does I look around puffing my gar, and checking to make sure the body is secure.

The man slowly approaches. He smiles. He knows he'll kill you.

I decide to get off the horse and take a piss; I stand next to the water and start pissing.

"Hands up, Richards. Turn slowly and don't try anything!"

"What the fuck?!" By instinct I try to stop pissing and put my cock away.

"Turn, Richards. Slowly."

"Fuck" I turn slow hands on my cock and fly.

I nod, smiling. "They tell you are a bull, Richards, and I see it is true." I laugh.

What the fuck do you want?

"The dead man. He is worth 1000 dollars."

“And I suppose I am supposed to let you take him?”

"No, Richards, you aren't supposed to do anything. I do what I need. Turn again; I'll take your guns."

You see my cock get hard as I smoke and look at you, “I don't think so." I grab my gun.

I fire immediately. A single bullet through your heart.

I stagger back with a hole in my chest, my gun falls and I splash into the water.

I smile and I approach. I grab your feet and I drag you on the shore. I look at you. I shake my head. I slowly begin to strip you.

Eyes staring, cock still hard.

When you are naked, I observe you. "Fuck! You were a real male, Richards!" I bend and I take your cock into my mouth. I begin to lick it. I press my hand over your bladder.

The piss you interrupted starts to flow again.

I drink every drop. Then I turn you on your belly, looking at your ass.

Flopping over hair dark and wet across my body.

I push your legs apart and I kneel between them. I put my hands on your asscheeks and I look at your hole.

Hairy and tainted.

I bend and I sniff the odors, then I begin to lick it.

Tasting the water sweat and shit still clinging to my ass hair.

Tasting them, my cock stiffening. Then I lay on you and I force my cock into your asshole. I begin to fuck your dead ass.

My body still warm against yours, ass tight around your cock.

Enjoying the ass of the man I killed, a strong man, a real male. But I killed him and now he is only dead flesh I can use as I want.

An alpha male brought down by a dishonorable man, two bodies now his.

Yes. He fucks your ass with great plesaure.

Finally he cums, filling your innards of hot load.

And he stands, laughing, looking at you, his cum dripping from your asshole.

Big bear lying face down in the dirt and another over the horse.

I turn you on your back. I piss on your face. Then I take my gun and I begin to fire in your chest and belly.

Body jiggling with the impacts, cock and balls bobbing.

Then I laugh, I shake my head, I dress again and I leave the place, with your two horses, the outlaw's body and my horse.

Left for the scavangers.

Any idea?

I am open to ideas or give me a moment and I could think up something.

It could be a western, but another epoch would be OK, too.

Western is always good.

Good. Two outlaws? A sheriff and an outlaw?

I think two outlaws tracked by a bounty hunter.

Good. I like the idea. I think it is summer, a hot day. We are riding. Hours and hours of riding. "Shit, Dan! I want to stop. Too many hours on this bloody saddle. My ass aches and my nuts too."

I look behind us "It looks like we got away maybe. Ok let’s stop over there by the creek in those trees."

"Yes, Dan. A little stop. And a good bath. Shit! It is hot. And the horses need rest, too.”

"Yeah they do." I puff my cigar as we head into the shaded area.

The shade of the trees, the fresh water of the creek. Wonderful! We dismount.

I stretch my back and legs: “I think my ass is numb" I massage it as I walk out the stiff legs.

I look at you. I smile, but I am a bit aroused. I like your big ass. I begin to strip. My shirt is soaked with sweat.

I watch you strip leaning against a tree, smoking.

I am conscious of you looking at me. I slowly go on stripping, until I have only my underwear. The cock is almost hard. I smile.

I smile at you "Go ahead and lose the drawers, sexy"

I laugh. I look at you. I nod. I lower my underwear, exposing my cock and my nuts. I smile.

I blow smoke from my nostrils rubbing my crotch. "I am a lucky sumbitch, found a sexy man who likes to kill."

"I could say the same. You like to kill, too. But you are right. I like killing. It's great."

"Hell, yeah, watching die always gets me hard.”

I laugh. “You would like watching me to die, wouldn’t you? You are a son of bitch, as you said.” I laugh again. I approach.

I take a deep draw on my gar "I admit watching you die would get me hard but I ain’t in any rush to see it."

"Too kind of you, Dan." I look at you, smiling, and then I say: "I want to bathe. Come with me."

I look around "One of us should watch." I look at your cock "Well, hell!" I start undoing my shirt.

I smile. I know it would be better if one of us would watch, but I can smell your odor and you are such a man... I help you to unbutton your shirt, and then I caress your hairy chest, my finger playing with the hair and the sweat.

I let you continue to undress me as I smoke and smile.

I slowly unbuckle your belt, then I lower your pants and then your underwear, I look at your big cock. My mouth is dry. I slowly kneel. I look at your cock, just a few inches from my mouth. I can smell the odors: piss, sweat, semen. "Shit!"

I chuckle "Well, you going to do something or you want me clean first?" I rub your head.

I shake my head. "You are perfect so!" I open my mouth and I begin to lick and to suck your dickhead. My fingers play with your big hairy nuts.

"Fuuuuck" I moan enjoying my smoke and your attention.

I go on sucking and licking, my hands grab your ass, one finger moving to reach your asshole. Your cock has a good, strong, salty taste. I like it.

Your fingers in my sweaty butt crack probing my ass.

I feel your cock growing and stiffening. I cannot hold it in my mouth: too big. I suck the dickhead. Then I let it, I look at your huge cock hard and big. I smile. "Turn, Dan".

I smile and turn around one hand on the tree.

I look at your asscrack. Strong smell. I begin to caress it with my tongue. I lick it, while my right hand play with your cock and the left hand with your balls.

I moan deep in my chest as you give my front and back attention, cock hard now balls heavy your own cock dripping.

I lick your crack, I push my tongue into your hole, one hand squeezing (not very gently) your balls, the other one grabbing your cock.

I grunt a bit when you squeeze, but let you continue. "You about ready to be fucked?"

I stop. I nod. I say: "Yes Dan. Ready to be fucked. You can do what you want, anything you want." I lick your asscrack again.

"Hell, yeah!" I turn around, cock rock hard as I pull you up and move to some grass.

I let you to drive me. I am a toy in your hands, my cock hard.

"Lay down"

I nod. I obey, lying on the grass. Waiting for you.

I get on my knees spreading your legs as I pull you up onto my cock.

I feel your cock against my asshole. I smile, and then I feel the pain of your huge cock pressing to force my hole. "Do it, Dan!"

I thrust in balls deep in one hard push.

I almost scream. The pain is too strong, but I want it. "Shit! Shit!" I nod. "Yes, Dan, yes, you are a bull!"

"Damn straight!" I start to pump.

I feel your cock ravaging my ass. It is wonderful. I am a toy in your hands and I like this feeling. You just want to satisfy your lust and it is what I want, too.

Fucking you in the heat sweating as I pump and smoke unaware we are being watched.

I don't look around; I live only for your big cock fucking my ass, in a frenzy of pleasure and pain.

The Bounty hunter watches with interest, his own cock hard. He knows I am probably more dangerous but is impressed. I lean into you, your legs wide as I plow your hot sweaty ass

The bounty hunter wants to fuck. Or to be fucked. He doesn't know anymore. He knows he has to kill us. He thinks that he could kill you and then fuck your dead ass. Or impale yourself on your cock.

Grunting as I near orgasm, my balls slapping your ass. Smoke around my head as I stare at your eyes.

The bounty killer slowly approaches. I see him. I haven't the time to warn you. He fires. A bullet in your back, going through your heart. You grunt.

I arch back in pain. As my heart is ruined I shoot my load in you, eyes surprised. I fall forward on top of you.

I grab your corpse. "Dan! Shit! Dan!" I cannot believe it. You are dead. "Shit!"

You feel the blood from my back as it runs down my side onto you, your hands holding me bloody. He keeps his gun on you. "Did he cum inside you, bastard?"

I look at him. He is a strong man, as you were, big, hairy. A sweating beast. I hate him, but he killed you. He was stronger than you. He is the winning male. I nod. "Yes, he did!"

He laughs and drops his pants while keeping you covered. Picks up my gar and the starts to fuck me pushing my hard cock still inside you.

I grunt. I think that he is fucking you. He is the stronger male and he fucks his prey. It is his right. You are only a dead body for his pleasure. I like feeling your cock pushed into my ass by the movement of his body.

Your cock between my belly and yours getting rubbed as he pumps.

The pleasure is growing. I know that this man will kill me. I am not afraid. Being killed by a strong man is a good way of ending and this man is strong. He killed you and now he is fucking you. A real man.

He puffs and pumps "You want some of this ass, boy?"

I look at him. "What the fuck...?"

"Hell, boy, he got some, I'm getting some, you want some or not?" He pumps faster as he feels his load ready.

I nod. “Yes, sir. Yes. I want it, before dying.”

“I thought as much.” With a grunt he seeds my ass.

I look at him. I feel the weight of your big body over me. The big bear is only a dead weight.

He pulls out stepping back, cock dripping "Well, boy, get to it!” He laughs.

I look at him. I nod. I push your body away. I stand. I look at my killer, at his big cock. I nod again. I look at your exposed ass, your killer's load dripping from it. I smile.

Laying there, dead meat.

I caress your ass. I lay on you. I press my cock against your dead asshole. I push my cock inside. I begin to fuck your ass. It is beautiful.

Well lubed by his cum, still warm on your hard cock.

I think I am fucking the great Bear. But a better hunter has killed the bear and he is now only flesh for the vulture and the insects.

The hole, my hairy back, you still smell me and you are close.

Your strong odor, sweat and male. Soon there will be another odor: death.

You feel your load ready your cock swells inside me.

I grunt, the pleasure increasing. My last fuck.

You feel the gun against your back.

I nod. I know death is coming. He is the real male. He fucked you, he killed you. I say "Fuck me, son of bitch! I am not afraid" I feel the gun moving along my back, while I am going to cum into your ass.

You feel his cock at your ass.

I smile. My cock into your ass. His cock menacing my ass. His gun ready to kill me. "Shit!"

He pushes inside you, your cock erupts inside me.

A wave of pleasure, the strongest in my life. The last. "Kill me, son of bitch!"

“Not just yet.” He says as he pumps you.

I don't say anything. It is good feeling your killer's cock into my ass, the real man's cock. I grunt.

He quickly cums and pulls out standing as he puts his cock away.

I wait for death. Death is coming. I’ll die with my cock into your ass, my killer’s load into my ass. It’s a good way of ending.

"Alright, you bastard, you had your fun now get that bear on his horse for me."

I nod. "As you want". I move. My cock leaves your ass. I grab your heavy body and I drag you to your horse. You are heavy. I am sweating. It is not easy. And to lift it over your saddle is ever more difficult, but I manage it. I look at your big ass exposed, my cum and your killer's cum dripping. I look at your hairy balls hanging low between your legs. He'll bring your corpse to the town. The people will laugh looking at your big ass.

"Good work. Now go get your horse and don't try anything."

I look at him. What the fuck does he want?

I obey and go to get my horse. I come back.

"Good boy" He tosses you a set of manacles. "Put them on."

I don't understand. I put the manacles around one fist, and then I look at you.

He points the gun "The other one now."

I nod. I put the other one, too.

He walks over and turns you around, hooking the manacles on your saddle.

"What are you doing?"

"Making my life easier." He steps behind you, you hear him pull a knife.

I shudder. "What the fuck..."

He pulls you against him, your arms raised and shoves his blade in your gut.

I grunt in pain, but my cock stiffens. I nod. "Son of bitch!" I manage to stand. It is good feeling my killer's body against mine.

"I knew you were a pervert." He pulls it out and stabs it in just above your cock.

I grunt again, my cock hard, now. I cannot stand, but his body supports me. "Bloody bastard!"

He laughs "Yeah, I’m just as perverted.” He twists the knife.

I scream in pain, my cock still hard. "You... you... Shit!" Then I say them, senseless words: "You are the man..."

"Hell, yeah, I’m the man." He pulls it out and places it at your chest.

I nod, blood running from the wounds, my cock and balls covered in blood. "Yes, bull, yes, you are the real man..."

He hugs you against him as he shoves it into your heart.

I grunt and the world fades and disappears.

You sag but the manacles keep you up, making it easier for him to get you across your horse.

My bleeding body on my horse, to bring to town and to show. A great bounty killer and his two preys.

Balls hanging, legs and arms swinging as he leads us into town.

People laughing seeing the two naked corpses, already rotting in the hot sun.

Laid in coffins for pictures before being buried.

The killer between the two coffins, smiling at the photograph.

One picture, for his personal use, with the naked corpses and the hard cocks. The other one, with sheet covering our cocks.

Still obviously hard.

Yes. The rotting corpses with still big hard cocks.

Thinking I want to be the big bounty hunter, after a group of outlaws, you can be an outlaw or a competing bounty hunter.

I could be an outlaw (and perhaps, if you kill me, I'll be a competing bounty hunter).

Shit! That son of bitch of Dan Bearhunter is hunting me. But I'll kill him.

You and your gang are hanging out by a river the five of you are resting and cleaning up, you have one of the gang, the youngest, keeping watch.

I smoke my cigar. I cannot sleep. I know you are following us and you are the worst son of bitch of the States. I hate you.

Two of the gang are washing in the river as you smoke with the other man in the gang.

I look at them at their naked bodies. I am aroused. I slowly caress the bulge in my pants. They say Dan Bearhunter is a real bull. They say he fucks his preys.

Frank nods. “Yeah, he’s a fucker alright.”

I look at him. "Shit! If I kill him, I'll castrate that bull. He'll be an ox!" I laugh, a nervous laugh.

Frank pull his knife smiling, "He can’t take all of us, and I would love to gut him.”

"I would like gutting him, too, and see him slowly dying, that bloody bastard. And fucking his ass while he is dying." My cock is really hard, now. I grunt.

Frank points at your crotch with the knife, "I can see you’re excited about the idea"

I laugh.

Meanwhile in the woods the young man does not realize I am close.

He doesn't think there is a danger, he doesn't know your cunning and your strength. He yawns, ignoring that death is coming.

I step up behind him grabbing his mouth with my left hand and pulling him onto my knife in his back.

He would scream, but he cannot. He feels the pain. He knows he is going to die. His cock hard, he tries to fight, but he has no strength.

I feel him buck and try to get loose, I enjoy it , but I have more men to collect so I twist the knife into his heart.

He cums, while he dies. The first victim.

I lay him down and sneak up on camp.

Frank takes off his shirt as he smokes with you.

I look at his hairy chest. I like hairy men. "Are you going to bathe with Sam and Ben?"

He looks at them. “Now those two are enjoying themselves, besides wouldn't do no good to get clean before you and I have some fun.”

I laugh. "Good, Frank, my cock needs a warm ass. If Dan Bearhunter is tracking us, it could be the last time you're fucked. Alive, I mean." I laugh.

He pulls his boots off and stands undoing his pants.

I stand. I strip, looking at his strong body. I like strong men, it is good fucking them and feeling stronger. I am naked, now, my cock hard.

He moves over to a blanket on the ground and lays on it, smoking, his cock hard, his ass warm.

I see this and move around towards the river.

I approach, smiling. I kneel near in front of him. I grab his legs and I put them on my shoulders. I laugh. "Perhaps my cock isn't like Dan's, but your ass will ache!" I laugh again. He looks at me. "Dan Bearhunter, Dan Bearhunter! You are obsessed with him!" I grunt and I push my cock deep into his ass, forcing his hole.

His ass is tight and warm, you enjoy it.

I watch Sam and Ben, playing in the water, they are embracing and kissing standing naked in the water.

They are both hard. You know we like men and we often fuck. I always fuck, the others, never accepting being fucked.

As you and Frank fuck hard, they move to some sand by the water near me and Ben gets on his hands and knees, while Sam gets behind him and pushes in.

Sam has a thick cock and he is a good stallion. Ben grunts, pain and pleasure mixing while Sam fucks him hard.

Franks grunts occasionally as you fuck him, his hairy chest sweaty, his cock rubbing your belly, I come up behind Sam and Ben.

I enjoy fucking Frank. But I think at you. Frank is right, I am obsessed with you. They say a lot of things about you and I am always hard when I hear them.

You try to imagine what I would be like, especially under my clothes as you have no idea what I look like under them, Franks ass grips you well, you are enjoying this even if you are thinking of me, I watch Sam and Ben, thinking on how to kill them without alerting you and Frank.

I go on fucking Frank savagely, always thinking about you. They say you have a huge cock and you always fuck your preys, alive or dead. What would it be to be fucked by such a man? And to be killed by such a man? I am mad to think so, but it makes me even harder.

I quickly slice Sam's throat and pull him back tossing him in the water to gurgle and die, then drop down behind Ben clamping my hand on his mouth pulling him against me. You and Frank continue fucking, both smoking, and don't hear.

Sam died hard: he was lucky. I go on fucking hard Frank and thinking at you, saying myself I am mad. But today I cannot avoid it.

I run my blade down Ben's belly touching his cock with it as he whimpers against me, then I savagely shove it into his chest.

He cums while you fuck his heart. I don't hear anything. Frank says: "Brian, you are a good stallion, but today you are even better. You never fucked me so!" I laugh. I could answer that Dan is fucking him, not me, but it would be madness.

You hear the click of my gun being cocked behind you, Franks eyes go wide.

"What the fuck?!" I understand. "Shit!" but my cock seems to become even harder.

You smell me, sweat cigar and blood from your mates, Frank looks scared. “So Black, you going to finish him?”

I grunt. "To finish fucking him? Or do you mean I have to kill him, bloody bastard?"

I laugh, which one do you want, I lean close the gun against your back, I put my bloody knife where you can take it.

I look at the knife. I nod. "Farewell, Frank. See you in hell!" I grab the knife and I plunge it in Frank's heart. He screams, a short scream, blood from his mouth. "You killed them all, you, son of bitch, didn't you?"

Franks convulsions grip your cock trying to milk you of cum. “Hell yes, and it was easy, that poor kid in the woods was the only one even remotely paying attention.”

I nod, your knife in my hand. I should turn and stab you, but you are not stupid and you would kill me before I stab you. "You won, Dan. My head is worth 1000 $. Will you fuck me?"

“Oh, that's the plan, just got to take care of business first.” Step back leave the knife in him and stand up.”

I hesitate, but I obey. I slowly stand and I turn, my cock hard, no fear in my eyes. I look at my killer. I slowly nod.

I toss a pair of cuffs on the ground, point at them with the gun "Put them on.”

I nod. I bend. I grab the cuffs and with a sudden movement I throw them in your face and I jump at you. You fire, but my hand has grabbed your wrist and the bullet misses me. We fall on the dirt.

We grapple, both feeling the power of the other man as we roll around.

I manage to punch your face, twice. Then you feel my knee hitting your groin.

“Gahh!” I grunt, pain in my balls, I grab one of your arms twisting it trying to pull you off me.

I hit your balls again. You grunt again and I manage to grab the barrel of your gun. I pull it and I hit your head twice with the gun, stunning you.

I go limp, knocked out.

You wake up feeling some water running on your face. It is not water: I am pissing on your face. You are naked, your hands cuffed behind your back. "I thought you were a better hunter, Dan!" I laugh, looking at your big cock.

I sputter. “Killed four of you bastards, didn't I?”

"Yes, you did. But the fifth bastard is still alive and he'll kill you. You disappointed me, Dan. It's a pity!"

My cock gets hard, you enjoyed stripping me, finding a massive hairy body underneath, "Well, then I guess I get to ask you, How did you want to fuck?”

I laugh, my right foot playing with your cock. I look astonished as it grows more and more, becoming harder. My voice is not so sure as I say: "I know you fuck your preys and I thought you would fuck my virgin ass, but it seems it will be the other way." My foot pressing your cock, playing with your huge balls.

I look up at you, smiling. "How did it feel when Frank died on your cock, Black?”

"It was great, really great. I think I'll kill you while I fuck your ass, Dan. But you disappointed me!" I laugh, nervous, looking at your huge cock. "Time to die, Dan. Time to feel a good cock into your ass and to die."

“If you say so. I know I was looking forward to that ass of yours, I watched it for a bit as you were fucking."

I shake my head. "It wasn't for you, Dan: you didn't deserve it. And I think it is better so: I don't know how a man could take your cock in his ass. It would be like being impaled." I laugh.

“That is true, one of the reasons I fuck them when they are dead and I understand if you are not man enough to take it.”

I grunt. I spite on your face. "Don't tell me I am not man enough, you, motherfucker!" I am furious, now. I kick your balls.

“Aaaugh” I double over and cough, after a second I lean back up and smile. "Prove it."

I grunt again, raging. "If you had won, you would have fucked me. But I won and I'll fuck you, you, bastard! And I'll castrate you before finishing you!" I kick your balls again.

I roll in pain , then I sweep my legs at yours knocking you down.

I fall on the dirt. "Shit!"

I kick at your face, strong kick aimed at your jaw.

The pain is overwhelming. Blood from my mouth. I am stunned.

I roll up on my knees , releasing the cuffs from my wrists with a secret catch I had put in them just in case.

I look at you, your big paws free, your huge cock hard, your strong body ready to attack. And I know I am lost. I realize I wanted it. "Shit!"

Both of us naked I move and grab the gun I see laying nearby, and fire a bullet into your gut.

I grunt, in pain. "Fuck! Fuck!" My hands on my belly. "Shit!"

I kick you on your back and put another round in your belly

I scream in pain. "You won, son of bitch. I am yours. Fuck me. I am man enough to take it!"

“All in good time, fucker” I grab the cuffs, slapping them on you then I drag you bleeding to a tree, I lift you up and hang the cuffs from a branch leaving you barely touching the ground

I look at you, defiant. "I am not afraid, son of bitch." The pain in my gut is strong.

“I don't want you afraid bastard, I want your ass, but hold on while I get the others.” You watch bleeding as I drag or carry the bodies of the rest of the gang. I lay them out, then walk up behind you.

I don’t understand why you moved the bodies. I wait. The pain is strong, but I accept it. I know I wanted it.

I wanted you to see where you will lay when I am done, that and seeing them makes me harder, I plunge inside your ass.

I manage not to scream, but the pain is strong. Then I say: "You won, I deserved it." You begin to fuck me. "They say you are a bull, Dan. They are right!"

“Fuck, yeah!” I reach around fingers probing the holes in your belly, then I grab your balls and squeeze.

When you begin to squeeze it is almost a pleasure, then the pressing grows and the pain increases. I say, trying not to betray my pain: "I wanted to castrate you, Dan. Your cock and balls would be a good trophy.

“But not for you, I crush your balls as I pound you.”

I scream in pain, almost fainting. The pain in my gut, in my ass, in my balls is overwhelming. "Plea...se... kill me". I yield, ashamed.

“As you wish.” You see the knife I removed from Franks chest when I moved him, I stab it into your chest.

I grunt and the world vanishes.

Your convulsions milk my cock and I cum in your ass grunting.

You hear a voice. "Well done, Bearhunter! Thanks for the preys, this one is worth 1000 $. Unhappily you aren't worth anything, now, so I have to kill you without gaining a coin."

I pull out of your corpse and turn around.

You see another bounty hunter, Frederick. He smiles. "I see your cock is always the best, Dan. A little dirty, perhaps. I know you fuck your preys and I think I'll fuck your ass, after killing you."

“We could split the bounty, they are worth a thousand a piece.”

I laugh. "Why to split, when I can have all? Dan, it is time to die. You are lucky: you fucked just before dying."

“Shit!”

I smile and I fire, a bullet through your heart.

I stiffen eyes wide in a surprised look, grab my chest looking at it, then you, before falling, cock shooting death cum.

I approach, smiling. I look at your body. I slowly undress myself. I kneel, I band on you and I begin to lick your cock, cleaning it and tasting it.

Staring at the sky, my huge cock your toy.

After cleaning it, I lift your legs and I put them on my shoulders, then I push my hard cock into your hole.

Legs dead and heavy, my hole tight and warm body jiggling as you move it around, blood still seeping from my chest.

It is great, fucking this big stallion, forcing my hard cock deep into his ass, looking at his dead face. "You are my best prey, Dan, even if I won't have money for killing you!"

The smell of my body strong , making you even more aroused.

I go on fucking your ass, for a long time, until I cum, my load filling your innards. I slowly stand, looking at your body at my feet. I killed the great Dan Bearhunter. I fucked him.

You brought me down, and now you have all these dead bodies.

Worth a lot of dollars. I caress your hard cock. I squeeze your huge balls. I smile. I enter the lake and I wash myself, then I dress, I take the bodies and put them on the horses. Five naked outlaws who had what they deserved. I look at your body on the dirt, a carcass for the animals. I fish out my cock, I piss on your face, then I leave.

VII

I think so! Are you in the mood for killing and being killed?

Sure

Good. Any idea?

Something western maybe

Good. I like western. Dan Bearhunter in a mortal version?

Yep

Sounds good

Are we friends or enemies?

I guess that would depend on if you want to kill me lol

I can (try to) kill you directly or someone else can kill you (and me). All the ways are good.

Hmm seeing as Dan is a bounty Hunter, we can be working together or I can be after you.

You can be after me. I like the idea.

Cool, you’re a murdering bastard and a big reward on your head.

Yes. I have killed a lot of people, usually raping the men, finishing them off in some sadistic ways, for instance firing six bullets through their assholes. I am a son of bitch.

(I would like to be killed but it can happen by you or someone else after I get you)

Yes your sadistic way of leaving bodies around has made you very wanted.

(OK. I think I’ll kill you)

Yes, I am hated. And many bounty-hunters tried to kill me. Their corpses, often mutilated, rot in the desert or elsewhere.

Been tracking you for a week, you move from town to town leaving bodies along the trail, I have found a couple lying where you left them.

When you see the bodies, you know that you could end in the same way. And it is not a nice way of ending. I am passing the border with Mexico, now. I am going to Boca Caliente.

I know the reputation of that town, if you’re hiding in there it will be difficult to get you out, I rise along in the sun smoking, sweaty clothing.

I just arrived in town. I am completely wet from sweating: it is hot. I look around. I know many men here, but I have no friends. Nobody has friends here. I go to the old town.

In the old town there are many buildings ruined. I find an old palace almost completely destroyed. I stop there.

A few locals notice you but mind their own business, you find a couple of kids willing to keep you informed for some coins.

I leave my horse in the courtyard and I go to the saloon, which is also a brothel: I am thirsty. I want to drink. I want to fuck. I want to kill. Lust of killing a strong man.

The locals mostly ignore you, as you get a drink and sit at a table. One big Mexican watches you as you drink.

I look at him. I smile. I think I could kill him and fuck him while he dies.

After about an hour he walks over and sits at your table, "I know who you are gringo."

I smile. "Do you? And do you know what I want?" My cock is stiffening.

"Your reputation speaks for itself" he buys you a drink; he's a good size man, some chest hair spilling out of his shirt, a big moustache.

"Thanks, bud" We drink, then I smile and I say: I have a room not far from here. Do you come with me?"

He smiles, " I am a wanted man myself you know." he winks at you when you mention your room.

"Why are you wanted?" I smile and I move, putting my hand on his shoulder.

"I killed some Texas ranger last month" he places a hand on your thigh.

"Good, bud. I killed many of them. It was such a pleasure!" We reach the room where I want to sleep, in the ruined palace. I take my shirt off, smiling.

As the two of you walked out of the saloon, one of the kids informs you I have rode into town, you know from his description it’s Dan Bearhunter.

He follows you inside taking his shirt off.

I give a coin to the kid. Dan Bearhunter! Shit. "Listen, bud, I have to kill a son of bitch, the worst bloody bastard in the USA. Can we see us later?"

"Who is this bastard?" "I will kill him for you and show you I am a killer, if you want."

"He is Dan Bearhunter and there isn't any worse motherfucker in America. Are you sure you want to kill him?"

"Fuck yes, I will kill him and bring his body here for us to fuck."

I nod. "It would be great." I would prefer to kill Dan directly, but I want to see what this man can do. We could fuck Dan together, while he is dying. And after.

He smiles and heads out, "I will bring him back here for you."

I nod. If he kills Dan, after we fuck the dead man, I'll kill the Mexican. I want to kill. I need it. Killing is better than fucking. And I need both, now.

You wait and time goes by, then you hear gunfire and some screaming from women.

I get out to see what happened. Who died?

You sneak around and finally get to a corner where you can see, you see me standing over the dead Mexican, looking around.

I hide quickly. I wait in a dark corner.

I holster my gun; you watch as I drag the man over to a pack horse, I strip him. You see he died with a hard on; I pick him up and toss him over the horse. His blood on my shirt.

I smile. The Mexican was a big, strong man, with a big hard cock. You move towards the corner where I hid, the reins of the horse in your left hand. I wait.

The kid who told you I was here walks up to me and whispers something to me, I pay him and lead the horse past you, heading towards your hiding hole, you can see the Mexicans balls hanging between his legs on my horse.

I am very hard, now. I understand that the kid betrayed me. I'll kill him later. I silently follow you, preferring to kill you in my "hiding hole". It will be your death hole.

You follow. I stop and tie the horse to a hitching post, then draw my gun and start sneaking along the walls towards your hole.

I move silently, following you. Then I stop behind a door. When you enter the room, I press my gun against your back. "Hands up, Dan. Your hunt ends here."

"FUCK" I puff my cigar and raise my hands.

You let your gun drop. I take the other one. I can smell your odor, I call see the wet shirt on your back. "Time to die, Dan Bearhunter. Time to die and being fucked."

"You can fuck that Mexican" I yell and spin around, trying to knock your gun aside.

I move quickly and I fire, a bullet entering your gut. I kick your balls with my knees and finally I kick your face with the gun. Blood runs from your nose and your broken lip.

Dropping to my knees with a bullet in my gut holding my balls, groaning.

I kick your face again, with my boot. You fall on your back. "I have waited a long time for this moment, Dan. It won't be quick!" I laugh.

Moaning, trying to clear my head, I kick at the dirt trying to move away from you, shirt falling open, exposing a bloody gut and hairy chest.

I look at your big body. Lust, lust of fucking, lust of killing. I approach; I kick your balls with my foot. You scream. I grab your shirt and I tear it. I take your boots off, then your pants.

I struggle resisting as best I can "You ain’t fucking me alive you bastard."

I laugh. "I'll fuck your ass alive and dead. You are only a toy in my hands. But perhaps a second bullet will calm you down." I aim at your chest, right side, and I fire again.

I jerk with the impact, my pecs flex and I arch up in pain, making my hard cock bulge. I cough and lay still moaning.

I kick you, turning you on your belly, now. I look at your big hairy ass. I smile. I strip, my cock big and hard. "You are going to feel a real man's cock, Dan". I laugh. "The last cock you'll feel."

I reach out trying to find a weapon, but only clawing at the dirt, my hairy back and ass exposed to you.

I force you to open your legs. I look at your big balls. I put my feet on them and press them. You scream again. I laugh. I lay on you and with a sudden movement, push my cock deep into your ass.

“Aaagh” I cry out as you violate my ass, pain mixed with pleasure, I struggle weakly but you have me pinned my ass gripping your cock.

I fuck your ass violently, enjoying your pain. I grab your balls and I crush them. Such a pleasure, fucking your big ass, crushing your big balls. "Do you like it, Dan? Do you like my hard cock into your bleeding ass? Tell the truth! You like it. You want it. You want it!"

“Yes yes” I scream, enjoying the fucking in spite of my pain and humiliation.

I laugh. "I know you wanted it, I know you liked it, Dan. You are a man, a real man, and a real man wants to be fucked and killed by another real man." I go on fucking you, pressing your head against the dirt, sometimes grabbing again your balls and torturing them...

My body jiggling with the pounding in my ass, blood seeping from my chest belly and mouth, both our bodies covered in sweat and hair.

The pleasure is too strong. I cum into your ass, filling it with my load. I slowly turn, making you turn with me. I am under you, now, my back on the floor, your heavy body on mine. My right hand grabs your cock; my left hand crushes your balls. "Time to die, Dan."

Bloody torso breathing heavy, moaning as you grab my hard cock, dripping and ready to shoot.

My hand leaves your cock. I grab my knife and I plunge it into your belly, then I move it upwards, opening your belly and chest, my cock stiffening again into your ass.

I scream and buck on top of you, shuddering in pain, blood running down my sides and onto you.

I keep the knife deep into your body, the other hand now almost caressing your face.

Taking shuddering breaths as I bleed, you rub my beard and lips.

"Your corpse will rot in the desert, Dan. The vultures will eat your cock and balls. I'll piss on you before leaving your body to the wild animals and to the insects."

“Finish me!” I gasp; legs twitching in pain, cock still rock hard in your hand.

I nod. "Yes, Dan. Time to die." I move my hand. My knife is on your chest, the point on your heart. "Die well, Dan, you were the best, you'll be only a corpse rotting." I press the blade, through your heart.

“Hrrrng” I grunt as you press it into my heart, bucking and kicking as my cock shoots covering your hand and my violated belly, then I go limp on top of you.

I remain still, enjoying the pleasure of feeling your dead body on mine. Then I turn. You fall on the dirt, on your belly. I look at your hairy ass. I bend and I clean your asshole with my tongue, savoring it. Then I turn you on your back and I clean your cock, licking your cumshot and your blood. Finally I stand. My cock is stiff, but I manage to piss on your face and on your cock.

Your piss mixing with the blood and polling under me, my own cock still hard, dead meat that you killed, and another body waiting outside.

I drag you to my horse. I manage to put you on the saddle (it is not easy). I drive the two horses out of town. I let your corpses drop between the rocks. I castrate the Mexican, he doesn't deserve to remain a man. I hide behind a rock and I wait until the vultures come and they begin to feast on the bodies. Then I mount my horse and I leave the town.