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Civil War I
A couple of southern rebs, gray uniforms. Yes.
The war is ending. And we know very well that we have lost. But we prefer to
die. Not surrender. Stalking the woods together looking for yank stragglers.
Uniforms sweaty from the heat and humidity We
like killing and when we find a soldier we enjoy killing him. It's hot. A lot of mosquitoes. Better
to die doing what we like. Yes. We walk, but we are tired. "Daniel, what
about staying here a little? It's hot" Moving
slowly I stop and look around listening. "Seems quiet enough, we can
take a break.” "Good". I sit under a tree. I look at you,
your massive body. I don't say anything, but I am troubled. I look
around again, shirt open, hairy sweaty chest exposed. I light a cigar and sit
next to you in the shade. "You look worried." I don't say anything. You are near; I can smell your
sweat. I can see your wet face, the drops on your hairy chest. "Fuck,
Daniel! We have lost the war." I look
at you, smoke in my beard. “You and I didn't lose this war Brian, those
generals lost it." "You are alive and so am I; there are a lot of
yanks that aren't due to us." "Yes, Daniel. I want to kill many of them, but
I don't want to see the end of this war and those bloody yanks becoming our
masters." Puffing
a cloud of smoke, I rest a hand on your thigh. “Don’t worry about that, if we
don't surrender, sooner or later we will be killed." "Yes. I know. It is better so. But I hate the
idea of being killed by a yank. I hate them." I look at your hairy fingers on my thigh. I realize
that my cock is stiffening. I look
you in the eyes, my blue eyes staring at you. "What you suggesting
Brian?" I squeeze your thigh. I gulp. My throat is suddenly dry. I cannot speak. I
look your blue eyes. I think that they are beautiful. I rub
your thigh, brushing your balls. My cock stiffens even more. I cannot breathe
anymore. I don't move, mesmerized. I
sense your nervousness. I look at your crotch. Then back at you. “You want to
fuck, don't you, Brian?" I cannot find the words, but I slowly nod, twice,
looking at you. Puffing
my cigar. I grab your crotch and massage it I grunt. My hand looks for your crotch and it grabs
it. I feel your cock stiffening. I
chuckle. "Yanks may get us with our pants down, but what the fuck!"
I get on my knees and remove my shirt. I nod. I take my shirt off, too. I look at your big
hairy belly. I slowly caress it. My hand on your wet skin. Big
hairy chest and back, my big paws grab your nipples and rub. I groan. I like the feeling of your big paws on my
skin. Massage
your chest and belly. "Let’s stand up and see what we got, shall
we?" "Yes, Daniel, yes". I stand up and slowly,
very slowly, I lower my pants. I am afraid, but the desire is stronger. I
watch as your cock and balls come out, hard and swollen. I grab it, gently
stroking as I look up at you. I try to smile, bewildered, but knowing that it is
what I want. "I... never..." I cannot say it. I look at you. "You
ain’t been with a man have you son?" I shake my head. Then I force me to say: "But I
want to be with you, Daniel, before dying." I
smile "I'm flattered, you ever had a woman?" "Some whores, yes, but they didn't
matter." I am calmer, now. I know what is going to happen. Slowly
stroking your cock, and fingering your balls. "Only a man truly knows
what feels good." I nod. I don’t know if what you are saying is true,
but I trust you, I want you. I take
a couple of puffs on my cigar, and then remove it. Lean in and kiss the tip
of you cock I shudder, bewildered, but it is good, the feeling
is good. "Fuck, Daniel! I... I..." "Hush,
you haven't had a blow job till you have had one from a man, you won’t lay
down for this?" I nod, but in my brain there is a great confusion.
"Daniel... Daniel... you know... I am in your hands.” "Call
me Dan." "Relax Brian, I know you have had to hide this, but I will
make sure you know pleasure.” "Yes, Dan, yes. I want it; I want to know it,
before dying." "And
you will." I take your cock in my mouth and start sucking. The feeling is too strong. I moan, I groan, I caress
your head, I feel your skin. I grunt. I work
your shaft and lick the piss slit, massaging your balls. I grunt again, the pleasure is strong, so strong
that I know I am going to cum soon, too soon. Sensing
the tension, I stop sucking. "Not yet.” I say. I nod. I am in your hands. I look at you and I
smile. "Dan!" I
smile. "You ain’t dying till you have done it all." I stand up and
drop my pants, my cock huge, balls sweaty and big. I look at them. They are gorgeous, so big, so...
"You are such a male, Dan!" I kneel in front of you and I look at
your dickhead. I put
my cigar back in my mouth and put my hands on your shoulder. "Take it
slow boy." I nod. I lick your dick with my tongue, then I take
it in my mouth and I begin to suck it. I am not very good at it, but I
manage. The smell of sweating and piss intoxicate me. The taste is so good.
My hands caress your big hairy sweating balls. This is perfect. I moan
and puff, big hands rubbing your head and shoulder. I go on sucking and sucking, caressing your balls,
then your hairy ass. It is good, so good! Moaning.
"I'm going to cum soon boy; enjoy your first taste of man cum." I going on sucking and your cum fills my mouth. I
drink it. It has a strange taste, new to me. I don't know if I like it or if
I don't, but I go on sucking. Shuddering
as you suck me off. “Ok, now for the fucking." I push you back. I look at you. I don't understand. "What do you
mean, Dan?" "I
am going to fuck your ass, boy." I gulp. I look at you. I am frightened. "Nobody
has... Dan... I... " "I
know you’re a virgin, but you want to feel it all, don't ya?" I lower my head. I don't know if I want it. No, I
want it. "Yes, Dan, yes. Do it. Before dying..." I grab
my kit and pull out some gun oil and lube up my cock. I look at you, astonished. I look at your huge cock.
I know it will be painful, very painful, but I want the pain, too. I lean
over you, your legs spread wide. I put the head of my cock in your hole. I grunt. The pain is strong, but I know I want it.
"Go on, Dan, no pity." I know I am doomed. I
shove it in balls deep. I grunt again, a wave of pain making me stagger. But
I want to feel this huge cock into my ass. It is painful, but I want it. I
start to move my hips back and forth. I grunt. That pain is too strong, but I don't want
you to stop. I say, I almost scream: Fuck me, Dan!" "With
pleasure son." I smile and start pumping, balls slapping your ass, your
cock against my hairy belly. I grind my teeth, but I don't want you to stop. My
mind wanders, while my hands grab your back. "Dan!" Feeling
the sweaty hairy back, my cock filling your hole. I like the feeling of your sweating hairy skin under
my fingers. I like the pain in my ass. I like this perfect moment of pain and
pleasure. I think it is time. "Dan!" Grunting
and puffing, I grab my blade from my belt. I nod. "My belly, Dan." "My heart later, when you cum." Looking
in your eyes, I stick it in your belly it slides in like butter. I scream in pain. "Thanks, Dan!" Fire
from your belly to your cock. I am going to cum. Pain in my ass, pain in my belly,
but I am going to cum. "Do it again, Dan!" Pull
it out and stab it in just above your belly button. I scream again, the pain unbearable, but a wave of
pleasure takes me as I cum for the last time in my life. Feeling
your hot cum on my belly brings me close, I pull it out and nod at you. I manage to smile. I am drowning in an ocean of
pain, but I am dying as I dreamed. I
slide the blade between your ribs, I feel your heart resist for a second then
it pops through. The world disappears and I smile. Your
death convulsions milk my cock and I cum hard groaning. While you are cumming, you hear a noise. You turn
your head. Six yanks are approaching. Three of them have their guns aiming at
you. The officer says: "Two dirty faggots!" Then he sees the blade in my chest and the blood. "Only
one now, yank" I grab my gun and sword, I stand spinning and firing, my
hard cock pops out of your ass and swings dripping. One soldier falls, but the other fire. Three bullets
in your belly and one in your right leg. You stagger and you fall. The officer approaches. Lying
on my back next to you I puff smoke and try to raise my gun. The officer kicks your hand and your gun falls.
"You, dirty faggot, you killed one of my men" He spits on your
face. "Only
one!" I smile, belly bleeding, cock hard. I stab at his gut with the
sword. He grunts, he staggers and he falls, astonished.
"Shit!” His men fire all together, filling your belly of lead. Then one
of them approaches, his sword in his hand, and while you look at him, plunges
his sword into your heart. Stare
at him defiantly taking my last inhalation of smoke, arching as he shoves it
through my heart, cum spurting and smoke leaving my lungs as I go limp. They try to assist the officer, but he is dying.
They look at our corpses. They piss on them, before leaving the place with
the dead soldier and the dying officer. Our corpses will rot here, the
animals feeding on them. Two
rebs meat for the scavengers. II
And
now you can breathe... but perhaps someone will strangle you. Lol possibly you. YES! Are you in the mood for one of our scenes? Sure. You choose the period and the weapons. Been
kind of thinking on a soldier maybe a sentry on duty, being taken out, era is
flexible. "Taken out" means surprised by an enemy? yes Good. Are you the sentry? yes Good. It could be the Civil War or Middle Age. Both
work for me, depends on the weapons you want to use or the uniform, eh eh. If you
want me to have a cigar civil war works. It could be a good idea. You are the sentinel of a
camp where a general sleeps. We want to kill him. I have to kill you, another
of my comrades will kill the other sentinel and two men will kill the
general. Not fair, perhaps, but it is war. Two
big rebs on guard, the rest asleep. You are talking quietly, your voice low, not to
disturb the general sleeping in his tent. We
talk and share cigars, lighting them up, sweaty in the southern humidity and
heat, my uniform has sweat stains and is partly open, both of us big and
beefy. I look at you. Fuck! Such a man! Killing you will be
a pleasure. And after killing you, I'll fuck your ass. I laugh and I say:
"The one on the left is mine!". The others know me. They laugh.
"Ok, Brian." Unaware
of you, we chuckle over a joke then separate to walk the camp perimeter. You come towards the point where I am waiting for
you. My friends leave me. One follows the other sentinel, two wait, before
entering the camp and killing the general. I walk
by your position as you hide, trailing smoke you can smell smoke and sweat,
big bear, bearded, carrying a rifle and a knife, you see my big back and
tight ass in my uniform. You move towards some trees, near my position. You
have to piss. You fish out your cock and begin to piss. Fuck! I never saw
such a cock! Sigh
in relief as I let loose my stream of piss, head back, puffing my gar, the
rifle leaning on the tree. I move silently, my knife in my hand. I wanted to
cut your throat, but I have changed my mind. Not a quick death for such a
beautiful bear. You
manage to get behind me. I’m big, taller then you, the stream slows as I hum
to myself. Sweat and piss: your odors are intoxicating. I move
silently. I am behind you. I put a hand on your mouth and I stab you, the
knife entering deep in your belly. Your
left hand cupping my mouth, the cigar between your fingers, as you feel my
heavy beard, your right snakes around stabbing up into my big reb belly.
MMMPH I jerk as you grab me. Your body against mine, the smells stronger, the
feeling of your lips against my hand, the muffled sounds of your agony: my
cock is hard, while I keep you into my arms, the blade deep in your belly. I
struggle in pain but still strong I grab at my knife. I would remain so, it is good, but I know I have to
stab you again. I take the knife out and I plunge it in your chest, right
side, deep. You grunt. It is a great feeling, the big bear dying in my arms,
the odors of his sweat, his cigar, his piss around me, and the warmth of his
body against mine. Struggling
as you stab my chest, I moan and jerk, my cigar glows red as I take a draw,
blowing smoke out my nostrils, my cock gets hard hanging out, I manage to
pull my knife , but I feel weakness as you feel me lean more into you. This moment is perfect. Killing is always good, I
love it. And feeling the victim, still alive, but slowly dying, in your
arms... It's great. I extract the knife and I stab your arm, to force you to
let the knife fall. I move my ass, rubbing my hard cock against your ass. I drop
the knife with a muffled “No!” as I realize my last chance is gone. My knees
getting weak, I shake. I feel your cock on my ass and try to pull away using
my weight. You almost shake me off, but you are too weak, now.
I push you on the ground. I turn you on your back. I look at your bleeding
body. I look at your huge cock. My mouth is suddenly dry. You
manage to get me on the ground, but in shifting positions you release my
mouth. I gasp taking in air to yell, trying to push you off. Big
hairy chest exposed, belly heaving, cock bobbing. You are too weak. I manage to close your mouth
again. "Quiet, bear, quiet. You general is dead now, now, his head will
be severed and we'll bring it to our camp." Then I look at you. I smile.
I bend on your cock. Big, hard, smelly. Eyes
wide as you cover my mouth again, your only mercy is to let me keep my gar, I
puff it as I start to shake, knowing I am dead soon. I take your cock into my mouth. I suck it. Not very
clean, but I love it. The desire is too strong, now. I quickly undress
myself. Then I sit on your belly, your hard cock under my ass. We can hear
some screams and explosion. "Your general is dead, your comrades too.
You'll reach them soon." Staring
at you as you begin to violate me, I try to rise but your weight on me holds
me in place, you feel the power I still have. I put your legs on my shoulders and my cock presses against
your asshole. "You are going to be raped by a Yankee, reb!" I
laugh. I caress your cock. I push my cock into your ass. I moan
in pain as you push inside my tight ass, I squirm under you, but can’t stop
you I laugh, feeling my power, enjoying your pain. I
grab your balls and I squeeze them. "Fuck, reb! You have a tight
ass!" I moan
as I actually start to feel some pleasure from your attack, big chest
heaving, smoke filling the air, blood seeping from my belly and chest, cock
dripping as I clench down on your cock. I fuck you slowly, grabbing your balls and your
cock, sometimes almost crushing them, sometimes almost caressing them. It's a
great fuck, one of the best in my life. Fucking this dying bear. "I'll kill
you when I cum into your ass, reb." I laugh. Weak,
I smoke the last cigar I will have, I mumble something into your hand, my
belly and cock jiggling against your belly as you fuck. The pleasure is increasing. My left hand grabs your
huge cock and the balls, the knife is over your chest, the point gently
pressing against your skin. I am going to cum - and to kill you. I feel
your cock swelling ready to shoot, my cock in your hand, dripping, I draw my
last deep breath of smoke knowing what’s coming. I smile, then the pleasure overcomes me. A huge amount
of load fills your ass and I slowly move my knife into your chest. I
stiffen under you as the blade sinks in slow, shuddering as I grip your
shooting cock, chest muscle flexing against the intrusion. The feeling of your tight ass gripping my cock is
great. The blade goes deep into your chest, reaching your heart. You
feel my big heart pumping hard, the tip of the knife just touching it, I
shake under you sucking in air and smoke. "Farewell, reb. You were a real man and a great
fuck." I press the knife and it plunges into your heart. I
spasm hard, my ass gripping your cock, my legs on your shoulders pulling you
into me as they flex, my chest rises off the ground as you fuck my heart, I
shudder and start shooting my deathload on your belly and mine, then go limp
under you. "Fuck!" The best fucking in my life. I
feel weak, now. I let your legs drop, my cock leaves your ass. I bent and I
look at your big body, lying dead. I smile. I take your cigar and I smoke,
smiling. Laying
there, smoke seeping from my lungs, eyes staring, big massive body just meat,
cock still hard balls hanging between my legs, you took a big dangerous bear
down becoming his personal god of death. I look at your big cock. I bend and I begin to clean
your huge cock. I lick it, I take it in my mouth, and I suck it. Milking
the hard meat for every drop of cum. Yes, every drop, enjoying the smell, the taste.
Great. A dead bear and I killed him. The
rest of the camp filled with dead rebs but you took down the biggest Yes, I had the best prey. The real bear. I stand over you. I begin to piss on your corpse:
your face, your chest, your belly, your cock. I smile. Expressing
your ultimate domination of me, ironic: you caught me pissing. Yes, your last pissing, your last fucking, your last
fighting. And now a corpse. III
Any
idea, suggestion? Soldiers of some kind? Good.
Civil war, Crusaders, Celts? Civil war sounds good. OK.
Two rebels? If that's what you would like. I
would like something harsh, violent, dirty and painful... Sounds good. Hot
day, walking in a marsh, water and mud everywhere, tired and sad. Lost the battle, trying to make our way home. “Fuck,
Dan! This is senseless. They are looking for us. No way of escaping...” “You saw what those bastards did to our friends.
They gutted them and killed every wounded man on that field, I ain’t just going to surrender.” “No, I
don't want to surrender. I would like to kill them all. They are beasts, no
men. I know they raped some of the prisoners...” “Yeah they did, the bastards even fucked the dead.”
I pause to light my last cigar, sweat staining my shirt and pants. I
slowly nod, my throat dry, looking at the bulge in your pants, at the stains
of sweat under your armpits, on your chest and belly, on your pants. Looking around, puffing my gar, listening, gun and
sword in hand. Looking
at you, confused, my cock stiffening. I shake my head. "Shit!" "What?" I look at you. "Nothing,
Dan, nothing" I am confused. I smile. I shake my head. I see your cock bulge. I smile blowing smoke at you.
"You feeling attraction there, son?" I am
ashamed. I try to smile. "Death is coming, Dan. Our last days, perhaps
hours." "Son, you have nothing to be ashamed of, I get
hard killing and don't think I haven't noticed your ass-“ I
suddenly blush. I stagger "My...ass... fuck... Dan..." but my cock
becomes even harder. "I have been wanting to fuck your ass for
months, but we have been too busy fighting, and, like you said, if we die
today I want that ass first.” I
shake my head. "No, Dan, no... please..." I want it and I don't
want it. I am afraid. "Fear? You have killed men you have been shot
at and you fear this?” I pull it out. I
looked at you. I cannot say a word. You are such a male. I shake my head. I stab my sword in the ground, then reach around
you, feeling your crack and squeezing your ass. I
grunt. My cock so hard, now. "No, Dan, please, don't" I feel tired.
I am afraid and aroused. I turn you around, pulling you against me, your back
against my chest; I reach down and massage your cock. "Shit,
Dan!" But I cannot react. I feel your huge hard cock pressing against my
ass. I unbuckle your gun, letting it drop to the ground
then undo the buttons on your pants pulling out your hard cock. I don't
react. I know I am lost. I don't want you to fuck me, but I want it, too.
Shame and lust. I take off my shirt and undo my pants, letting it
out, pressing against your ass. I feel
your cock, hot, hard, big. I yield, I know I want it. Regardless of the danger, I push my cock inside you. I
grunt in pain. Too big, too hard, to violent. But my cock becomes even
harder. I feel you try to pull away in pain, but my big arm
holds you against me. Tears in
my eyes. You fuck my ass and, despite the pain, I enjoy it. Humiliation and
shame. I fuck you, balls slapping your ass, I hold you
tight, trying to give you some comfort, but no way will I stop until I cum. The
pain is terrible, but I feel the pleasure increasing. I know I am going to
cum while you fuck me. Shame. “Fuuuuck” I moan, leaning
back, cigar ash falling on your back, as i feel it
building. I feel
your cock ravaging my ass. I grunt in pleasure and pain. So engaged we don't hear men approaching. I feel
only your cock into my ass, your body against mine. The world doesn't exist
anymore. With a grunt I start thrusting hard, cum shooting
into your ass. I
grunt too and I begin to cum. "Dan!" “Fuck, yeah!” I moan out. Suddenly
I hear a voice: "Two faggots here. The rebels are just cunts." I grunt in surprise, pulling out, as I look around,
pushing you down, trying to protect you. The
soldiers laugh, looking at your cock, huge, still hard and dirty. "Did
you enjoy the fucking, faggot?" I snarl. “He was a damn site better fuck than you
will ever know” I grab my sword out of the ground. They
laugh. "What to you think you can do,
faggot?" They have their rifles and pistols, aiming at you and me. “I may be a faggot, but I'm more man than any of
you. Come on, try and take me.” I swing the sword, puffing smoke, cock
bouncing. They
laugh again. One of them approaches and he aims his pistol at me. "Drop
the sword or I 'll kill him." "Like hell you will." I charge him, swing
the sword at his arm. Three
soldiers fire. Two bullets in your upper belly, one in your lower belly. You
grunt, staggering. Blood running but I still connect with the sword,
cutting him and knocking the gun down by you He screams
in pain. Another soldier fires and the bullet hits your chest, right side.
"NO, Dan!" I scream in pain. I grunt and stagger back, cock still hard and
dripping, cigar still in my mouth, "Fight them, Brian, you’re dead
either way!” I jump
to grab my rifle, but they move quickly and they capture me. They grab you,
too. You cannot stand anymore and you fall on your knees. They laugh, looking
at the big dying bear. I struggle, my cock bobbing, blood covering it and
my belly. I look at you, knowing you will die in pain. A
soldier kicks your face, breaking your nose. You fall on your back, grunting.
One of them grabs my hair and forces my head to bend over your cock. Hard covered in blood and cum, you can smell it, my
big male body. "Clean
his cock, faggot! Or we'll explode his balls!" The soldier presses his
rifle against your nuts. I shudder. I look at your big, hard cock. I begin to
lick it. Tasting the salt of blood cum and sweat, I moan in
pain and pleasure as i feel you touch my cock, you
feel hands at your ass and one of them decides to try out your ass. He
forces my asshole and begins to fuck me, while I lick and suck your cock.
Another soldier presses his gun against your chest. "Ready to die,
rebel? I'll fire when you'll cum." He laughs. I go on sucking: I know
that the sooner we die, the better is." I look at him glaring, but wanting it, I moan deep
in my chest as you start deep throating me. The cock in your ass not as big
as mine, less pain more pleasure. My
cock is hard. I go on sucking. I feel you are going to cum. You cum in my
mouth. The soldier laughs and he presses the trigger. I jerk. shooting my deathload in your mouth. I
drink every drop of it. The other soldier cums into my ass, then he stands.
He grabs a rifle and I feel the barrel against my asshole. He pushes it into
my ass. I scream in pain. "You enjoy it, don't you, faggot?" Twisting the barrel inside your ass, as you feel me
relax under you. "Shit!"
He laughs and he fires. I scream, twisting in agony over your dead body. Hot lead tearing you inside. He fires again. I spit
blood and the word vanishes. I manage to say "Dan...", then death
grabs me. The soldiers look at our corpses and laugh. They will enjoy our
asses before leaving our corpses to rot here. IV
We can do what we want.
You know I love a large range of epochs and weapons. As do I Hmm civil war or something
older? Civil war is OK. Who are
we? I am a reb; you can be either depending on if you want to be my killer Ok. You are a dirty rebel
and I am an officer, who hates dirty rebels. Battle or afterwards on the battlefield? Afterwards. Those bloody
bastards have been defeated, but there are many of them hiding in the woods
and in the marshes. I go around, looking for them. I want to kill them. I
like killing. I hope to find some
rebels. I want to kill them, to fuck them. Moving through the woods
hearing the occasional shot and scream. I have found a dying reb.
I cannot amuse myself: in a few minutes he'll be dead, I simply explode his
balls, then I piss into his mouth and I let him. If I don't find another
rebel, later I'll fuck his corpse. He screams when you blow
his balls off and expires. I go on. It's hot. I take
my jacket off. I move slowly, my pistol and my knife in my hands. You hear a fight ahead of you; you look through the trees and see me fighting one of your soldiers. I slowly approach, ready
to shoot. But it is good looking at a deadly fight. I’m a big hairy reb
shirtless smoking a cigar, your soldier is not as big, as you sneak up I run him through with my sabre. Shit! It's a pity for the
soldier, but the scene arouses me. Looking at the sabre entering his chest
and going out from the back! Hot! My cock is hard. He slides off my sword and
thuds face down I rub my crotch looking at his ass puffing smoke, still
unaware of you. I remain silent. I want
to see what you are going to do. I plant my sabre in the
dirt bend down feeling his ass. Fuck! This is
interesting. I slowly and silently approach. You look at my wide hairy back; I pull his pants down fingering his hairy ass. I smile. I often do the
same. Will you fuck the dead ass, as I do? I stand undoing my belt. My cock is really hard.
This pig is going to fuck the dead soldier's ass. I want to see him fucking,
before killing him. I kneel grabbing him by
the waist and pulling him up so I can push my cock inside. I smile. I approach. I am
very near, now. I can see your cock, now. Huge. Fuck! This is a man! I shove it inside his ass
with a grunt of smoke you watch muscles on my back and ass. I move quickly. I press
my gun against your back. "It's a good scene, but now it is time to
change something. You are going to be the
corpse." I laugh. Fuck, I stiffen holding still
with my cock in his ass, puffing smoke. I slowly move the gun,
almost caressing your hairy back. "We have similar tastes, reb. I hope
you'll enjoy being killed and fucked, as you enjoy killing and fucking."
I laugh again. Well fucker if you’re going to kill me do it! I start fucking again. I look at your big hairy
ass moving. I am very hard. I nod. But I wait. The feeling is great. To kill
such a big soldier and stallion! Sweat dripping and running
down my chest and back I grunt as I slam the body. My cock so hard, now,
looking at the dead soldier, at your hairy back, at your movements.
"Time to slaughter the pig, reb!" “Grraagh” I roar loudly as I arch back, blowing my load into
your soldier. I smile and I fire, a
bullet through your heart. I grunt with the impact
muscles bunching in pain, smoke rising as I jerk
and twitch, swaying. I look at your big body
collapsing over the dead soldier. I smile.
I grab your shoulders and I move your
body, your cock goes out of the
dead soldier's ass. It is still hard and big. Heavy dead weight as you move
me. I look at the naked
corpse. I look around. Nobody. I kneel. I look at your big hard cock. I
smile. I bend and I begin to lick it. Covered in cum and shit. Licking it, cleaning it
and savoring it. Then I begin to suck it, I can feel the last drops of your deathload. I press my hand on your belly,
on the bladder. I final twitch and my
bladder releases into your mouth. I drink your piss. It is
good. Then I stand. I kick your body, turning it. I look at your big ass. I
kneel again and I begin to lick the asscrack. Smelling the strong man smell. Yes: sweat, dirty, shit.
My cock is so hard, now! I slowly push it against your hole. "Last
fucking for the bull, reb!” I push it into your ass
and I begin to fuck it. My hairy belly and chest
jiggle as you start to pound. It’s good, so good! "This is what you deserve, swine: a hot cock into
your dirty ass! And you have it, now!" I laugh again. Staring dead eyes blood in my thick beard. I go on pumping for a
long period of time. Finally I cum into your ass. I move. I stand, looking at
your dead body. Big southern bear, cock still hard, balls big and heavy. I caress your balls and
cock. I sit on your belly, feeling your hard cock against my ass. Straddling the big man, looking into dead eyes, smelling cigar cum and death. I move my ass, feeling it
against my asscrack. Then I stand. I slowly put on my trousers. Then I grab my gun and I fire
into your belly and chest, bullets going through the dead body; the lungs,
the stomach, the liver, the intestines. I like looking at the holes opening
in your body. Jerking and jiggling with the impacts. Then I spit on your face
and, fully satisfied, I go away, leaving your carcass to the animals. V
On the same side, if it is OK for you. Sure, both rebs fighting bluecoats Yes. Knowing we are defeated, but not accepting it. Knowing we are
going to die and accepting it. Making our way
through some woods, smoke drifting across the landscape. Early morning. The day will be hot, but now the air is cool. Some fog
on the woods. Silent world, but the war is not far. "Hey
Brian, I need to take a piss hold up a minute." I nod. "Ok, Dan." I don't know you well. I like you and I am
curious to see your cock. I pull it out
and start pissing. I look at the piss flowing, at your huge cock. My throat is dry. I piss for a
bit then shake it and put it away. I pull out a cigar and light it, then look
at you "You ok, Brian? You look flushed." I nod, embarrassed. I redden. "Yes, Dan, yes." I blow smoke,
"You look like you never saw another man’s cock?" I look at you, frightened. I try to smile. "Yes, of course, I
saw... It happens... Dan... Shit!" I smile and
clap my hand on your shoulder 'I got a pretty good one, don't you think? I am even more embarrassed now. "Yes, of course, Dan... But...
yes... a huge one..." I laugh, nervous. I laugh with
you "Wait till I kill a yank, then you will see a show." I look at you astonished. "What do you mean, Dan?" I puff my gar,
looking you over (describe yourself and weapons) (A man of thirty, tall, hairy, muscular, well built, big belly - from
too much beer - but with something childish in his bearded face. The jacket
and the shirt are partly torn. I have a knife and a gun. You see me, an
older man some grey in the big beard and chest hair, a twinkle in the blue
eyes, sword rifle with bayonet and pistol. "Tell me, son, how much
killing have you done?" I smile. "A dozen or something more, I think. Killing is good. I
like killing those bastards!" When I talk about killing, I am a
different man. You can see that I enjoy it and that I am not ashamed. I smile knowing
what you feel, "Did you kill any up close?" I nod, smiling. "With the knife. Yes! It was great. The best
feeling in my life. I..." I stop, suddenly self-conscious. I step forward
grabbing your crotch, "You enjoy the memory too, I see" I freeze. I redden. "Sorry, Dan, I..." I am ashamed. "Fuck
that! Don’t be ashamed!" "I have killed many men in many ways
before and during this war, killing makes me hard and horny, I have fucked
men when they were dying and after they were dead!" I am breathless. I look at you. Then I slowly nod. My cock is really
hard. "Killing makes me hard, too. I am always horny when I kill.
Killing, being killed. I never... I never fucked a dying man... or a dead
man." I shudder. "Sometimes..." I stop. I look you in
the eye "Say it” "Sometimes, when I... when I jerk off, I think... I think that a
strong man is fucking and killing me, while I am dying." I am ashamed,
but I am happy to have said it. I never told anybody. I take a deep
smoke on my gar, looking at you "We are killers of men, Brian, all
soldiers are, but a few of us embrace it and enjoy it, and when I say enjoy
it, we get hard and horny and we all know we will die and we hope we will die
well." I nod. "Die well... Yes, we are doomed, I know it. How would you
like to die, Dan? I... I would like to hear it." I smile. "It makes
me hard." "You want
to know how I see my death?" "Well, I would hope to go out fighting
up close and personal, know the face and body of my killer, a finishing shot
or blade in my heart, just enough time to think: “Fuck I’m dead.” Of course I
expect to be fucked. Hell, might even be fucking someone when it
happens" I smile. I smile. I am not ashamed, now, while I know we have similar tastes
and we can talk about it, you don't judge me. "Since we are doomed, I
hope it will be so, Dan! I can say - I laugh - I would like to see it, but
perhaps... No, I don't know." I grab my rifle
looking around, "Son, didn't I say to tell me what you had on your mind?
Speak up." I shake my head. "Silly ideas, Dan. Sometimes I think... I think
that I would like..." I am embarrassed again. "... that you were my
murderer... or a man like you. Silly ideas..." "There is
no shame in the desire to die at the hands of an Alpha male, and not wanting
to die at the hands of some small man with a gun." I nod. "Yes." Then we hear a noise. "Someone is
coming." We hide behind the trees and we see an officer. He walks alone,
looking around. We watch him,
not bad, decent sized, nice beard; I look at you signaling you should take
him. I move slowly. He doesn't suspect that we are near. I hide behind a
tree and when he passes the tree, I grab his neck and I plunge my knife into
his back. He grunts. I stab him twice, in his gut, then I let him fall, still
alive, but dying. "Bravo” I
grab his weapons and toss them aside as he moans looking up at us. I look at you. I smile. "I want to see you, Dan. Do it,
please." I am hard. "Hell
Yeah" I strip, the yank staring at me terrified, you looking at me
naked, cock hard. I am so hard, that my cock aches. My throat dry, I look at your huge
cock, at your heavy hairy balls, at your big body. I slowly nod. Standing over
the yank I see fear in his eyes. "You can take it like a man or I can
kill you." He looks at you. He is afraid, but he is not a coward. "I am a
man, not a traitor and a rebel like you!" "Well then
let’s see how your ass feels." I kneel and undo his pants. "What the fuck...? Shit! You cannot, you cannot... Shit!" I pull his
pants down grabbing his cock and balls. I look at you. I am so aroused, that I think I could cum just looking
at you. I rip open his
shirt exposing a furry chest with bloody knife wounds, his cock hard as I
massage it, then I lift his legs and start to push in. He screams in pain, he tries to resist, then he yields. He is sweating
and bleeding. Slowly he seems to begin to enjoy it, pain and pleasure mixing. I move in and
out strong strokes you watch muscles flex and clench as I fuck him, hand
rubbing his chest and cock. I look at your big hairy ass, at your cock going in and out, at the
pain and pleasure on his face. I almost faint. Sweating you
smell me, I puff on my gar, "You a smoker, yank?" He nods. I take a deep haul
on the gar then place it in his mouth. He smokes it, inhaling. He is slowly relaxing, enjoying the fucking
and the incoming death. He is sweating. His cock is very hard. He is going to
cum, notwithstanding the excruciating pain. "That’s
it, just relax and enjoy the smoke and sex." You see me pick up my knife I think I could kill you now. You said you would like to be killed
while you are fucking. But I cannot. I look at you. As he takes a
deep haul on the gar I stab the blade into his chest. His eyes fly open and
he gasps in pain but also pleasure as his cock explodes all over our bellies.
His death contortions squeezing my cock I moan arching back as I fill his
ass. I cannot stand anymore. I sit on the dirt, looking at your face, at
the pleasure I can see on it. "You are a perfect murderer, Dan." The yank
convulses once more and goes limp eyes staring and smoke leaking from his
dead lungs, I take the gar and pull out. Then look at you smiling. I look at you, at your big body, at the hair on your chest and belly,
at your huge cock, where I can see blood, cum and shit, at your low-hanging
huge balls. I nod. I puff the gar,
"You’re hard as fuck right now, aren't you?" I nod. "Yes, Dan, I am. I never was so hard. And I think that I
would like to have been that Yankee." Then I move, I kneel in front of
you and I take your cock into my mouth. I begin to clean and suck it. Your sucking
quickly makes me hard again, you taste his blood my cum and some shit. I go on sucking and licking. It's wonderful. Your cock grows and
stiffens. I stop sucking and licking and I look at it. I smile. You want me
inside you, son. I look at you, afraid. "I want you... I want you..." “Well, then
strip down, let me see what you got!” I slowly stand. I strip, completely. I am naked, now, a hairy strong
body of a weak man. A big cock, hard. I step up close
bellies rubbing cocks hard against each other. I kiss you, pushing my tongue into your mouth, feeling your strong
male odor. I grab your ass
feeling you up. I moan. "Dan, Dan..." I shake my head. “Fuck, son,
this is what you want.” I point at the yank and kick him over on his belly.
"Fuck that." I look at you. I slowly nod. I look at you again. I try to speak, but
I cannot. I nod again. "Dan... Will you... will you...?” "Oh don't
you fret, son, while you’re fucking that ass I will be in yours" I nod. I kneel. I put my hands on the dead man's warm ass. I don't
look at you, while I say. "Dan, while you are fucking me, will you kill
me?" And I push my cock into the warm ass, the asshole dilated from your
huge cock. I get down
behind you my cock touching you, "Do you want me to?" "We are doomed, Dan. And you are the best male I ever saw in my
life, the first to fuck my ass. I prefer to die killed by a real male like
you." "As you
wish, quick or slow?" I push inside you. I grunt in pain. For a moment the pain is too strong. Then it slowly
subsides. "Slow, Dan. Use your big paws, they are perfect. Thanks, Dan.
But... - I laugh - your cock is too big." I laugh again. “If you are
only going to get fucked once it should be" I push all the way in,
pushing you inside the body. I grunt in pain. The pain is too strong, now, but I accept it. My
killer is fucking me and this is good. He is the best stallion and the best
man. "I think I love you, Dan." I laugh, embarrassed again. I fuck slow and
steady “Love is a strong word son, but I understand" I slide my arms
around your chest. It's good to be in your arms, in my killer’s arms, in my lover’s arms.
The pain in my ass is strong, but there is pleasure, too. Your cock
inside a warm wet hole moving as I fuck you. Great feeling. Death coming, pleasure and pain mixing, your heavy body
over mine, your huge cock deep in my ass. Great. “How does his
ass feel son?” "It's good. And your cock in my ass is hell, Dan. But this hell
his paradise. I like pain, Dan. I am mad, I know." I laugh. It's great
to be in your arms. “Enjoy that
ass. “ I slide my hands up your hairy chest playing with your nipple. I moan in pleasure. It is so good; I like your big paws, caressing me,
playing with my nipples. I massage your
pecs pinching and playing, as I thrust deep in your hole. I grunt in pleasure, the pain less strong, now. Your cock
enjoying the dead ass, "Tell me when you are close." I nod. "It's coming, Dan. I am close, now. Dan... Thanks for it.
I...thanks for the pleasure and for the pain. Thanks for the fuck and for the
death." I hug you,
tight then grab your throat in my hands. A gorgeous feeling. You big paws around my throat. They are going to
kill me. The pleasure increasing. I grip your
neck tight, cutting of air, your pleasure intensifies. My throat burning, hell in my lungs, hell in my ass, my pleasure
explodes. I cum into the dead man's ass. I manage to say: "Dan...!" I fuck you hard
and fast pounding you, I feel your muscles spasm as you start to shoot, I
feel my own second cum building as your throat crunches under my grip. Hell in my throat, I cannot breathe anymore, fire in my lungs, the
world slowly vanishing. I feel you
start to convulse, your ass gripping my cock. With a grunt I
cum into your ass. I go down in an empty space, last feeling your paws around my neck and
your cock into my ass. You see three men riding. They are coming
towards us. They have seen
us. The take their guns and begin to fire. Fuck, I pull
out of you; roll on the ground going for my rifle. A bullet in your left shoulder. A second one in your right leg. They
are good at aiming. Ahhh fuck. I go down on my knee raise my rifle and fire. One of them falls on the ground. Another one fires: two bullets in
your chest. You stagger. You try to fire again, but you don't manage. Bleeding and
coughing, cock hard again I look for a weapon a chance to kill. They arrive. One of them smiles as he says: "A bloody hard
fucker" He aims at your heart. I spit at him,
biggest cock you will ever see boy." He nods, laughing. "Last time you used it." He fires. The
bullet goes through your heart. Gasping I cough
as the slug hits my chest, I step back realize fuck I am dead as darkness
closes in and I fall. They look at us. "Those bloody bastards killed and fucked
Tom" "Shit! But we can fuck them..." He laughs. "I prefer
the one I killed" "Good, you deserve it" One man helps the other one to put you in position. Body limp and
jiggling, cock hard, big balls. He begins to fuck your hairy ass. The other one is hard too, so he
lowers his pants and he fucks my dead ass. Bodies jiggling
as they pound us, two big southern bears, they fuck us to feel superior. When they cum into our asses, they stand.
They take the body of the man you killed and put it on a horse. Then they
piss on our bodies and let them to the wild animals. Two big pieces
of meat left for the bears and scavengers. The end we deserved. VI
A big
rebel sarge, bearded, big gut, puffing on a cigar. A soldier, a little younger, less big, but a bear
too. Only a soldier because I am headstrong. You
have been lucky so far, your hot headed fighting has nearly killed you a
couple of times, but you have killed and survived. Yes, I know I was lucky, but I know that the war is
lost and that we are going to die soon. I would like to die with you, because
you are my hero. “Well,
pup, you ready to find some yanks?” I smile. I caress my gun and my knife. You know I
like killing, I am always hard when I can kill. "Yes, sarge" I
check my own gun and sword on my hip. "Lead the way” I nod. I like hunting the yanks with you. I like
killing with you. I like seeing you killing. I slowly move in the woods. I
follow you enjoying the look of your ass in the uniform I stop suddenly, hearing a noise, and you stop a
little later, your body touching mine. Rubbing
up against you, I lean in, breath heavy with smoke, "What you
hear?" I am
troubled, I feel the warmth of your body, the odor of your sweat and your
cigar. "There, towards the
clearing, someone or an animal, I don't know." “Shall we split up and look around?" I nod, but I don't move, feeling your body near
mine. I slap
your ass, "You go left, I’ll go right." I nod. I move, looking around, thinking at your big
body, at your big hands, at your big cock that I see sometimes when you piss. I move
off very quiet for a big man, you’re distracted as you move. I move towards the clearing. I stop behind a tree
and I look. You
look around, not seeing anything, but you’re sure you heard something. Perhaps it was an animal, but I feel a danger. I am
sure some yanks are in the area chasing the last rebels. They kill us like
animals, just for fun. Surrender is useless, they kill us on the spot. As you
watch, you see me moving, puffing my cigar, then you see a yank soldier move
from hiding near you and moving towards me. It's better to use the knife: no noise. There are
certainly other yanks here around. I move silently, I grab the man by the
neck and I plunge my knife into his upper belly, then again into his lower
belly. My cock
stiffens, while I keep the dying man's body against me. I turn
approaching you and the struggling yank, a smile on my face as I puff my
cigar. I cut the man's throat. I let the body fall. I
smile, my knife in my hand, my cock hard. I
watch as you kill him, rubbing my own cock, "Good kill, bud!" I look at you. I nod. "Killing is great."
I look at your big paw on your crotch. "Fuck,
yeah , I would miss it if I thought we were going to live" I nudge the
body over on his back with my foot. I shake my head. "We are not going to live, sarge, you know it!" Then I look at the corpse.
"I would willingly piss on his face, but I cannot. Too hard" I
laugh. “Fuck
pissing, you killed him , enjoy him, he’s not bad looking for a yank." I
put a foot on his crotch, smiling. “I think he came.” I am a little troubled. "Enjoy him...
what..." I look at the man. A good looking soldier, clean, not dirty like
us. "Do you think... yes, perhaps... perhaps all men cum when they are
killed." "Not
all, mainly men who fight and kill." I kneel down and cut open his pants. I look at you. I am not able to move. I look at the
dead man's cock, hard. Yes, he shot his last load. "Deathcum, good." I inhale
smelling the deathcum, "He’s your kill, taste
his last load" I kneel. I look at his cock. I inhale, too. My hand
touches the dead man's cock, still hard. I am troubled. Crouching
next to you, "What’s the problem, buck?" I shake my head. I don't know what's the problem. I
look at you, at your blue eyes. "Seems
you got something else on your mind" I rub his cock and lick my fingers. I look at you, astonished. I look at his cock. I
slowly bend, my tongue begins to lick the dead man's cock, tasting his deathcum. "That's
it, enjoy his seed" I rub your back and ass as you suck his cock clean. I feel your hand on my back, on my ass. I clean the
cock, then I turn, still on my knees, and I look at you. "I
think someone wants more" I stand , opening my fly. I slowly nod. I look at you, while you open your
pants and your huge cock appears, hard. I gulp. Strong
smell of sweat, piss and cum. The smell is good. I hesitate, then I approach, my
lips caress your dickhead and I begin to suck it, my hands on your big ass. "Aaaah, fuck!” I moan, rubbing your head and shoulders. I suck, tasting your dickhead, sweat, piss, cum,
inhaling your body's odors. Your cock, so big, fills my mouth. I lick, I
suck. "You’re
damn good, too bad we didn't do this earlier in the war." I slowly nod, without stopping sucking. I think it
is good we do it before dying. I stop. I look at you. "Sarge, do you
want..." I hesitate. "I never tried, but..." "Let’s
move into the bush son and I’ll fuck you good and proper.” I nod. I am afraid. Nobody fucked me. But I want it. I follow you into the bush. I push
you on your back, opening my shirt, exposing my chest and belly, then I grab
at your pants and pull them down. I look at you, frightened, but my cock is hard. I
look at your cock. I am afraid. It is so big... I
grunt puffing my gar, lust in my eyes, "This will hurt at first,
son" I push inside. I almost scream. The pain is so strong, but I know I
want this pain, too. Your cock is a hot iron burning in my ass. I
slide it in slowly, till I'm balls deep. I close my eyes. The pain is unbearable, but the
feeling of this bar of iron in my ass is great. "Sarge...
can pain be so... so..." “Hell,
yeah , it hurts but you’re hard and dripping so it’s not all bad and it will
get better.” I
start to pump The pain is increasing, but the pleasure too. It is
too much, but I want it. "Shit!" I look at you. "Sarge! You..." Grunting
I pump, leaning over you, blowing smoke in your face, big hairy chest filling
your sight. My hand on your ass, grabbing it, my eyes on your
face. Hell in my ass, but pleasure, overwhelming pleasure. My
belly rubbing your cock and balls, starting to sweat. "Your ass is good
and tight" "You are the first, sarge.
Nobody else. You'll be the last, too." I smile, pain and pleasure
fighting. “I
know, I am honored to be your first and last", pumping faster as I feel
my balls and cock swell. I close my eyes, my hand caressing your body, your
back, your ass. Big
hairy bear fucking you hard. Suddenly we hear a noise, then a voice: "Two
faggots. Two rebels. Scumbag." "Shit!"
I pull out and try to grab my sword. Two soldiers. They laugh and both fire. Your chest,
right side, and your upper belly. I scream: "Sarge!" “Gaaagh” I roll to the ground holding my belly "Fuck,
kill these bastards, son." I grab my gun and I fire. I shoot one man in his
head and the other one in his heart. Then I move to you. "Sarge!" Grunting
and groaning, blood on my chest and belly, cock hard and dripping. “Fuck
good shooting.” I nod. I know that other yanks will arrive, they
have heard the firing. I have tears in my eyes. I look at your big body,
bleeding, at your big cock, dirty and dripping. "Fuck!" they will be coming, they heard the shots, I'm sure” I caress your bleeding belly. "What do you want
me to do, sarge?" “Well,
we can go out fighting, but I'm going to be of little use, son" “Or
you can kill me and taste my deathload before they get you.” I shudder. "Killing you?" I look at your
face. I shake my head. But I hesitate. They will kill you. They... I don't
know what I want. “We
are both dead, just a matter of when and how." "Stick your cock in
my ass, son, get my last fuck.” I nod. I put your legs on my shoulders, I look at
you asshole. I nod again. I slowly push my cock into your ass. It is so good! I
grunt as you enter my hole. “Yeah,
fuck me.” I begin to move my ass, pushing my cock deep inside
your ass, until my balls touch your skin. My hands caress your ass. I fuck
you, grunting, moaning. Puffing
my gar as you pump my ass, blood seeping from my belly and chest. "How’s
my ass feel?” "It's great, sarge.
It's great! I go on pumping. When I feel I am going to cum, I say: "Gun
or knife or sword?" “Knife
me, fucker, feel my heart stop.” I smile, I push and, while I cum, I kiss you and I
plunge my knife into your heart. I buck
under you, my ass gripping your cock as I spasm, belly and chest arching up,
my cock spurting. I almost scream, the wave of the pleasure too
strong, the feeling of your ass gripping my cock overwhelming me. I close my
eyes. Then I open them, I look at your open lifeless eyes. The
big bear dead at your hand. I caress your body. My cock leaves your ass. I look
at your body, at your big cock. I slowly begin to clean it. Tasting
my deathload. Yes. It is so tasty! I lick every drop of it. Then I
stand, naked, looking at you. I smile. "Farewell, sarge.
We'll be soon together." When
you stand, you’re spotted by the yanks, shots ring out hitting you in the
belly. Shit! I stagger and I fall on my knees, grabbing my
belly. They
rush up to you, one kicks you on your back. I look at him. I know they are going to kill me. I
smile. I grab your hand. I am going to die near you. It is good. My cock is
stiffening again. “Faggot!”
He plunges his bayonet in your belly. I scream in pain, but my cock is harder than a
stone. I am going to cum again, a few minutes after I cum into your ass.
"You, shitbag!" He
pulls it out and stabs again, right above your cock. I scream again, arching. "Shit!" They
laugh and smile at your pain, one stabs my chest. I look at him. It is good seeing him to stab you. I
don't know why, but it makes me harder. He’s
getting off on this, they stab us again, right in our belly button. I grunt, too weak to scream. The world is fading and
I feel that I am going to cum. He
plants his foot on your cock and pulls the bayonet. “Time
to die” He stabs your chest. I cum, the pain strong, the pleasure even stronger. Shooting
your last load as you feel the blade twist in your heart. Happy to die near you. The soldiers fish their cocks out and they piss on
our corpses. Two
dead rebel bears naked and hard One of them grabs your cigar and begins to smoke it,
shaking the ash on your belly. Then he extinguishes it on your dickhead. Flesh
sizzles, but no reaction from me as I stare with dead eyes. The soldiers laugh and they go away, leaving our
carcasses for the wild animals. |
