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Revenge
My idea: I want to avenge my friend/lover that you
killed. Ok I head
back to my hotel having satisfied my lust. I arrive in town and I discover that Brian is dead. You
killed him and, as the people say, you fucked his corpse. I want to kill you,
but I know you are dangerous. They
point me out to you, big hairy bear of a man. I don't know you. I look at you. I hate you, but your force impresses
me. I have always loved big hairy men. Brian was a bear, but not like you.
How can I kill you? I take a room in the same hotel and I bribe the owner.
He'll tell me when you'll take a bath. You
watch me for a couple of more days, before the owner informs you I am in the
bath. The boy has brought you the buckets of hot and cold
water and, as I told him, hasn't closed the door. I slowly enter, my gun in
my hand, and I see you in the tub. "Stand up. And hands up, son of
bitch!" Eyes
go wide in surprise. Smoking a cigar I look at my gun a few feet away. It’s
too far. So I slowly stand up, hands up, hair covering my body. Cock getting
hard. "Who the fuck are you?" I look at you, at your great body, at your huge
cock. Suddenly my mouth is dry. I gulp. I say: "I am your killer, you
shit! You are going to die. I'll fill your belly of bullets; I'll explode
your cock and balls. I'll push this gun into your ass, to fuck you as you
fucked your victims." And as I say it, I look at your cock, mesmerized. I puff
my cigar, "You’re going to do all that to me?" I move a step, water
sloshing in the tub, my cock hard and swaying. "Why kill me when you can
enjoy this cock?” I grind my teeth. "I'll kill you because you
are a son of bitch, a bloody bastard". But I cannot look away from your
hairy, big body, from your huge, hard cock. I haven’t ever seen such a male.
"You are going to die, bastard!" "I
ain't never seen you before so why you want me
dead?" "If I had seen you, I would have fucked you." I lower
my hands just a little bit. "You have killed my friend and you fucked him,
when he was dead." And now it is your turn. This cock will be just
bleeding flesh in a few minutes." "I
fuck all my kills, boy:" I lower my hands rub my nipple and grab my cock
and balls. “I can see in your face you want this." "Come on boy,
let’s fuck!" Smiling around my cigar I hate you and I would fill your body of bullets
immediately, but my cock is hard and I want your cock. I approach. I press
the gun against your belly. "Take care". I kneel in front of you. I
look at your cock, at your hairy belly. I take your cock in my mouth. I move
the colt. I push the gun behind your balls. “If you move, I shoot.” A
shiver runs through my body from the cold metal against my balls. I moan when
you slide my cock in your mouth, puffing my cigar. I suck your cock and I move my gun, until it is
against your asshole. I stop sucking. I tell you: "You'll die in this
way." Then I go on sucking. I rub
my wet hairy belly, "I can think of better uses for my asshole"
slowly thrusting into your mouth as you suck. I stop sucking. I look at you. I stand. "I
could kill you, now". But I look at you huge cock dripping. I smile.
"A last fucking before dying." "Worse
ways to die" “Yours will be the worst.” "You’re
the man with the gun at my balls" I smile blowing smoke, into my thick
beard I nod. I withdraw, but I watch you. Slowly I strip
completely. My cock is hard. I smile. I look at you. You are smoking your
cigar. No fear. You smile. I step
out of the tub slowly, cock hard, balls heavy and large. Look at your naked
body, "You got a fine ass and cock son." "The last you'll taste, bastard." I grab
your weapon and I throw it away. I lay on the floor, my gun aiming at you.
"Come here, bastard. The last ass you'll taste". I lift my legs,
waiting. I
smile, smoke trails from my cigar as I kneel between your legs. "Well,
if it the last taste I get I better fuck you hard boy." "Yes, bastard. Fuck me hard. But take care,
don't try to do anything." I aim my gun at your chest. I grab
your hips and pull you onto my cock pushing in hard and fast. "Fuck!" You are a bull! Pain in my ass,
but pleasure, too. I have never felt such a cock in my ass. I look at your
face. I press the gun against your hairy chest. I look at the sweat running
on it. I
start to pump my cock in your ass, my big balls slapping your ass. Your body
jiggling as I thrust. Leaning my chest against your gun. You can feel my
heart pumping in my hairy chest This is the best fucking I ever had. But it will be
your last fucking. I look at your hairy chest, I feel in my groin the
pleasure increasing, my cock is so hard. It will be great to kill you. Leaning
over you, sweat dripping, your cock rubbing my hairy belly. Pounding your
ass. I place my hands on the floor to the side of your head to support my
weight. My chest filling your vision. Smoke filling the air. I look at you. I feel your big cock pumping savagely
into my ass. I feel your hairy belly over my cock. I look at your big, hairy
chest. I am mesmerized. The pleasure increases. I know I'll cum soon. My
pumping gets faster. You smell my sweat and cigar smoke clinging to my body.
My bearded face and hairy chest above you, I move suddenly and my hands find
your throat "Fuck!" I try to stop you, but it is a
mistake, while I move my gun. I move it again, trying to aim at your chest,
but the world is fading. I
laugh, blowing smoke in your face, "The last thing you will feel is my
cum in your ass." slamming your ass, my belly rubbing your cock While the world disappears, I feel my cock cumming
and the pleasure overwhelming me. I manage to say: "Shit", but I
think that is good dying with your cock in my ass, the smell of sweating and
of the cigar in my nose, the weight of your body over me, your hairy belly on
my cock. I feel
your hot cum on my belly, I let go of your neck, lean back and growl as I
start to cum in your ass I feel the pressing on my neck lowering and I feel
your hot cum filling my ass. I breathe slowly. My throat burns. I
shoot again and again filling your ass with my cum, my hairy body shaking
with the orgasm my hands resting on your chest. Enjoying my kill. The world disappears and appears again, I am between
life and death. The pain in my neck is strong, but the feeling of your cock
into my ass and of your hands on my chest is great. Your
spasms as you float between life and death convince me that my cock is being
milked by your death throes, as it has been before. Deep draws on my cigar
filling the air with smoke as I relax into you. The pain is unbearable. I want to die, but I am
still alive, floating. I manage to say, very low: "Finish me off." Surprised,
" not dead yet?" I chuckle the thought of you still alive stirring
my cock to hardness inside you again. I
reach under the mattress of the bed, a blade I hid there earlier. I pull it
out looking at the thick shiny blade. I look at it. I shudder. I know it is the end, but I
accept it. And I know you are the best killer I could imagine. Deep
draws on my cigar, ash falls landing on your belly. Blowing smoke from my
nostrils. I look at you. You are the stronger male I have ever
seen. My
massive chest flexing as I move my arms. I slide my cock slowly in and out of
your cum filled ass, place one massive hand on your chest. I enjoy this last fucking. I wait for death. I like
your massive hairy hands. I know they will give me soon death. Leaning
over you I look into your eyes, my blue eyes alight with lust. I use my left
hand to lift your left pec. I look into your eyes, my murderer's eyes. I manage
to smile. I am hard again, waiting. I
place the tip of the blade under your left pec; I can feel your heart beat
through your skin. Now, time to die. I wanted to kill you, but you kill
me, as you fucked me. It is good to be killed by such a male. I look into
your eyes. You enjoy the killing. This is good. I
smile and shove the blade in it goes clean through your heart. I cannot scream. Only a grunt and then I turn my
head and blood running from my lips. I feel
you buck under me, your ass clenching my cock and milking it, your own cock
shoots its last load. You have escaped your fate. And you have killed one
more man. I sit
in my chair naked and smoke another cigar. I ring for more hot water The boy comes. He sees the corpse and he shudders,
but he knows better than saying anything. I get
back in the tub and soak, smoking and enjoying the view of your body lying
there. Good! I loved it. Thanks. Your
welcome, I will die soon I think Yes, I think so, too. And I will be merciless. Just have
to put a bullet in my heart before I seduce the next killer Yes, the next one will resist and fill your belly of
bullets. It’s a
big belly so it can take a lot of bullets Yes, I think you'll have plenty before dying. I
actually thought that you were going to fulfill a certain fantasy; I enjoy
the thought of getting killed naked in a tub lol. Well, this could be our next scene. It is certainly
hot. That
it is. I also thought you were going to shoot me when I came and started to
choke you. But I think you decided you wanted to be taken out at that point. Both developments were good. I like killing and
being killed. I like the idea of a strong man seducing me, escaping his death
and killing me instead. But killing is good. But I like killing slowly. I enjoy
killing and being killed as well, getting filled with lead, arrows or blades,
quick or slow as long as I am finished by a weapon in my heart is best. But
anything works. Similar ideas. Lead, arrows, blades, but also
hanging and strangling and cross. Slow better than quick. And I have some
darker sides, but about this we can speak later. II
So,
when and where are we going to kill and die? Hmm I was thinking the old west (always good) or
maybe some fantasy sword play like You
know I love them both. Yes I do, so bullets or swords? Bullets.
Western. Who are you and who am I? Hmm working together or one hunting the other Both
are good. Things
can always change in the scene. True Hmm how about a range war a couple of ranchers are
fighting over water rights and sending men to kill the other man’s cowboys? Good.
And we are the men who want to kill the cowboys? Well both are doing it, but yeah we work for one of
them. Good.
Do we know each other or is it the first time we are working together? Hmm first time sounds good. Hired to be assassins. Ride out looking for some cowboys to kill. Good. Hot
day in summer. Is it OK? Yep the sun beating down making us sweat as we ride. Shit!
I am sweating like a pig! "Yeah I can smell you from here." "But
so am I” I strip my shirt off, wipe my pits with it and put it in my saddlebag. I look
at you, my throat suddenly dry. I nod. I do the same. "We can kill
bare-chested. And if they kill us, they can see the holes of the
bullets." I laugh. "Yeah, if we are lucky the men we find will be
shirtless as well.” "Yeah!
And without trousers, too, so we can fuck their ass!" I laugh again. I look you over and smile, "That would be
convenient, wouldn’t it?" "Yes,
it would." I smile "They told me you like fucking your preys." "Who is they?" "A few loose mouths I
have to silence?" I
laugh. "Perhaps. You know, Dan, people always say a lot of things...
They say you like to kill." "And they are right on both counts, I like to
kill and I like to fuck." "How about you?" I nod.
"I like to kill, Dan, it's the greatest pleasure. And when I kill, I am
always hard. I like to kill strong men and fuck them, while they are dying or
even dead. Men like you." "Sound like a man after my heart." I laugh
and pretend to get shot "augh!" I
laugh. "Killing you would be great, Dan. You are such a man... a perfect
target." I sit up "And so would you stud, but first we
should try to get earn our money." "Of
course. We are not far from the ranch and I think we could find them here
around." "Yep" we ride for a little bit then spot 4
cowboys playing in a pond. "Good.
Four preys to kill and fuck." I laugh. "Think we can take all four?" "They
left their weapons on the shore." "Yeah, foolish thing to do." I puff on my
cigar and grab my gun "You ready?" I nod.
"Ready: cock hard and lust for killing." "High" I spur my horse and ride down
yelling. I follow
you. They hear and see us and run to the shore. I aim at one of them and
fire. Two bullets in his belly. He grunts and falls in the water. I fire a couple of shots at the closes one, hitting
him in the gut and chest. He spins into the water, the other two grab for
their guns. I fire
again, hitting one of the men with the gun. The bullet goes through his head
and he falls, dead. I fire at the last one hitting him in the belly he
grabs his gut and fires back. I fire
again, the bullet going through his chest, into his heart. He screams and
falls. We ride up on their camp, two bodies laying on the ground, two floating in the water turning
it red. "Too
easy, but four corpses to fuck. Not bad." Put my gun away, "Yep, a good day’s work."
I get off my horse. I get
off too. I look at your strong hairy back. I smile. The first man you walk up to. "Time
to enjoy our preys' ass." I laugh; I turn the man on his belly. "Nice
hairy ass. I like a hairy ass." The dead man flops over easily enough, his cock hard
in death, his wet hairy ass ready for you. I walk
over to the other man. I
strip, my cock hard. I put my hands on his ass, I look at his hole. I smile.
I push my cock into it. Still warm it accepts you. It's a
good feeling, this warm ass around my hard cock. I look at you. I smoke and take a good look at my kill. I go
on fucking my prey, while I look at you. They told me you are the best
stallion and I want to see you fucking. I kneel down, enjoy the feel of his chest and beard,
admiring his hard death cock, before rolling him on his gut. I go
on fucking, but slowly, waiting for you to begin. I pull him onto my thick hard cock and start pumping
as I smoke. "Shit!"
I never saw such a male! I finally cum, I stand and I approach. I look at you
fucking. "Great, Dan! They told me you are a bull and it is true! Better
for him to be dead and not to be impaled alive." I laugh. "Yeah I hear that a lot.", "You’re
pretty well equipped yourself." I nod at your hard cock, grunting as I
thrust hard. I nod.
"Not like you, my friend. You are a real bull. I would like to kill
you." I laugh, while I sit near you, looking at you. I fuck and smoke, blowing it at you. "You would,
wouldn't you? I can see it in your eyes." I nod.
"Yes, Dan. I like killing, it's even better then fucking. And killing
such a man..." I shake my head. You are the best prey and the best
killer, of course. "Of ... course." I grunt then start to cum. I look
at you. I smile. My cock is so hard. I pull out dripping cum and stand looking at you
"So you going to fuck another kill or try and take me?" "Take
you?! Fuck, Dan... Do you mean..." I put my hand on my gun and puff some smoke. I look
at you. "What are you suggesting, Dan?" "Well the way I see it you want to fuck my dead
body, and I can’t say I wouldn't want to do the same to you.” "Your
dead body... yes, I thought you were offering me your ass." I shake my
head. "But I have to gain it, killing you." "That’s the deal.” "Or you could grab one
of those hunks floating in the water." I look
at the dead men in the water. I look at your big body, at your huge cock. I
hesitate. I take a big draw on my cigar and fill my lungs, and
then I pull my gun fast. I nod.
"Ok, Dan, you are quick. I knew it." I shake my head. I stand. I
grab my gun. Bam Bam I fire twice into
your gut. I
grunt. I stagger, I feel on my knees. "Fuck! You weren't... fair. But it
is OK... so." Blood running from my wounds on my hard cock. "Of course I wasn't fair, I intend to live and
keep on killing for a few years yet." I push you on your back with my
boot I
smile. "Son of bitch!" But I think it is good to be killed by such
a man. "I intended... to live... and to kill... too, but... I'll taste
your cock, instead... not a bad way of ending." "Oh you will taste and feel my cock” I kneel
down spreading your legs and pushing my dripping cock in for a second fuck "Shit!"
It's like a pole entering my ass. "Shit!" But I wanted to feel it,
before dying. "My murderer's cock... it is right... you kill me, you
fuck me... I am... yours." Thrusting in you deep and hard making you jerk on
the ground under me I
groan, I grunt, I moan. Pain in my belly and in my ass, but pleasure, too.
"You... you fucker... you are a bull... My killer." "Hell yeah you got the best damn killer and
fucker in your ass." I grunt and puff some smoke as I fill your ass with
hot cum. The
feeling is great. I almost thank you for it, but I don't say it. I say:
"Bloody bastard... a bloody bastard, but the best stallion." "Bloody am I?" I pull out. “You want to
taste this cock before I put it back inside you fucker?" I look
at your cock. Blood and shit on it. I am dying, shame is senseless. I nod.
"Yes, Dan." I straddle you my cock in your face. I open
my mouth and I begin to lick it cleaning it, then to suck it. I like it. My
killer's cock, big, hard, dirty. My balls on your bearded chin, my dirty ass on your
chest. My
hands caress your ass. One finger moving along the asscrack,
my mouth sucking your cock. Moan in pleasure "Damn glad I shot you.” I let
your cock free. I look at you, while my finger probes your hole. "Yes...
it is good... so. What I deserve." My finger going inside your hole. "Whoa there!" I jerk in surprise as your
finger probes my ass. "Just
to feel my killer's hole." I smile. I know I am a dead man, but I feel
well, under your strong body, smelling your strong odor, your huge cock and
balls on my face. “You about done cleaning my cock boy?" I nod.
"It is clean. Do you want something else?" "Just your guts" I slide down and stab you
in the gut with my cock into one of your bullet holes I
grunt in pain. "Shit!" I can hardly breathe. Then I nod.
"Yes... you... had me... I am not a man... anymore... you fuck me...
like a whore... Bloody bastard!" "That’s right, just a pussy for me to fuck."
My cock stabbing in and out of your bloody gut. I
grunt, I almost scream, pain overwhelming me. "You are... the
male..." "That’s fucking right.” I grab my bowie knife. I look
at you. I understand. I shudder. I accept my fate. As I start to cum inside your guts I stab you in the
chest I
grunt, my eyes widening, the world beginning to fade. Feeling your last heartbeats, but before you fade I
grab the knife and cut your cock off and stuff it in your mouth. I
accept my final humiliation. I close my mouth on my cock. Then the world
vanishes and I lay still. I laugh and enjoy my cigar, as I piss on you. The
piss flowing on my face. Then
you hear a voice. "Nice play, man. You were kind to kill him, so we have
only to kill you." "Well, shit" I turn around. Three
men, their guns in their hands. "You enjoyed yourself, now it is our
turn." "Don’t suppose we could talk about this…" I
draw on my gar. They
laugh. "Right, man. No talking. But we can tell you, we'll taste your ass,
when you are a dead man." "Yeah I suppose you will." The thought
making me hard again. "You
die with a hard cock. You are lucky, man!" I aim at your heart. "May you be as lucky someday." I take a
deep breath of smoke ready for the bullet. I
fire. The bullet goes through your heart. I look at your face, smiling. Good
to see your pain, your death. The look of pain across my face, a grunt from my
chest. I grab at my wound then with a sigh of smoke, I fall to the ground,
dead. We
approach. We strip. I grab your cigar and I smoke it. I put your legs on my
shoulders and I probe your hole. Then I push my hard cock deep inside your
ass. I grunt and I begin to fuck your dead ass. My body accepting your big cock and jiggling under
you as you thrust, little wisps of smoke forced from my dead lungs I go
on fucking your ass, enjoying it. I smoke and then I press the cigar against
your right nipple. I like the smell of the burning flesh. It sizzles but I don’t react, just staring with dead
eyes as hair and flesh burn. Finally
I cum into your ass. I stand. Another man fucks your ass, then the last. When
he stops, cum goes out from your hole. Leaking as I lay there. We
laugh, satisfied. It was good, really good, killing this bastard. We take the
corpses of our friends and we leave. Two bodies remain here for the animals.
One intact, the other without cock. III
A
western, our classic? Or Vikings/Celts? A western always works we are both fond of them Yes.
Are we two outlaws, friends/lovers? Or are we enemies? What sounds best to you? We
could be friends. Two outlaws. Ok sounds good, a couple of bank robbers being
hunted We
ride on the hills. Cloudy day, but hot. Traveling between towns after our latest job. "It
is good to be with you, Dan, after these months. How was it?" “It was good, got a lot of cash and put a couple of
handsome lawmen in the ground.” “Nice!
And you fucked them, I suppose...” “Well I tossed the sheriff over my horse and left
town in a hurry; once I got away I stopped and threw a damn good fuck in his
body.” I nod.
“Good! He deserved it. It's a pity he was dead and he couldn't feel it.” “Well I could”, lol. I
laugh. “Yes. Killing a lawdog is always good.” “Hell yeah, you have any luck?” “I
killed a lawdog, too, but it was... it was
different.” “Oh, what was different?” “It's
a long story... He captured me. He surprised me while I was bathing in the
pool. I was naked, of course...” “Of course hard to get clean with your clothes on.” I
laugh. “Yes. No way of escape. He wanted to hang me, naked, there. But before
hanging me, of course, he wanted to rape me. He handcuffed me and he fucked
me.” “Not ideal, how did you get free?” “You
know, Dan. I was going to die... I don't like to be fucked, but to be fucked
by my killer... it was good, really good, to know that the man whose cock you
are feeling in your ass is the man who'll kill you... I yielded completely.” "I understand that desire, only your killer
should get your ass, so why are you still alive?" “I
leave out the details. He let his guard down, thinking I had accepted to die.
I had, but when I saw an opportunity to overwhelm him... I did so.” “Of
course, I fucked him, alive and then dead.” “Good that he is dead.” “Yes,
he is. Without his cock and balls, of course. Or, better, with his cock and
balls into his mouth.” I laugh. I chuckle "Can always tell someone you kill” I
laugh, too. I look around. The clouds are becoming darker. "Dan, it will
rain soon. Better to seek shelter.” “Yeah no sense riding in the rain, maybe there is a
cave up in those rocks.” Before
we reach the rocks, the rain begins. A real deluge. "Shit!" When we
finally find a cave, we are completely soaked. “Well fuck, hope there is some firewood in here.” I
start stripping my wet clothes off. I
begin to strip, too. I look around and I see some firewood.
"Good!" I light the fire and
I strip completely. Then I look at you. Naked and hairy. Big cock swinging as I walk. I
stare at you. Your big cock, your hairy chest and belly, your big low-hanging
balls, your strong arms. "Fuck, Dan! You are such a man! But I knew
it!" I smile. “You have seen me naked before.” I nod.
"Yes, Dan and it was always good to see you naked. But... before nobody
had my ass..." I sit down. "So does that mean you’re seeing me
in a different light?” I
smile, a little embarrassed. "Yes, it is true..." I sit in front of
the fire. "Well I don’t plan on killing you so I can fuck
you, so what do you want me to do my friend?” I
laugh, nervous. "Take care, Dan, the only man who fucked me, is
dead." I laugh again. Lol. “That’s going to make it hard to sleep if we
can't trust each other.” I look
at you. I smile. "Dan, I trust you, completely. And you can trust
me." Then I add: "You said
that only your killer can have your ass. I always thought so. But a man had
my ass. It was painful and it was good. I surrendered completely and it was
good. Seeing you naked... you are a real man, Dan..." I rub my belly and scratch my balls "Yeah, I am,
you want me to fuck you? I can be gentle if you want.” I look
at you. "The sheriff wasn't gentle. And it was better so, to surrender
completely..." I hesitate. "Dan, will you despise me? Because, if
you'll despise me, I prefer that you kill me." "Despise you? No, never I feel flattered that
you want me to fuck you." My cock starts to get hard. I nod.
I look at you, and then I kneel in front of you. I look at your huge cock
stiffening. I feel the strong smell. I take it in my mouth. I stand there letting you take my cock in your
mouth, feeling the warmth. My
hand on your ass, my tongue and lips playing with your cock. It is so hard, now.
I let it go. I look at you. I smile. "Take me, no pity, like a sheriff
you are going to kill..." “On your knees then.” I
obey. I get behind you, pushing you on your hands and
knees then I put my cock at your hole and force it in. I
grunt in pain. Your cock is too hard, too big. But I want it. "You,
bloody bastard!" My cock is stiffening. “Fuck, yeah, you know it, I am a bastard that has
killed men across the west and will kill many more.” I nod.
"Son of bitch!" I grunt, pain and pleasure mixing. It's painful,
but it's great. Thrusting hard and pounding into your ass balls
slapping. Pain
and pleasure increasing, the feeling so strong! "You, shitbag, you, scum..." I grunt, I groan, I moan. I
am going to cum. "Who you calling shitbag,
you scumbag, I am the one breeding your ass.” I nod.
"You... you are the male, you, bloody bastard... Fuck! Fuck!" I
grunt. “You got that right, fucker, now you’re going to
receive my cum and like it.” I nod.
It is true. I want it. And my pleasure is going to explode, too. "You...
you... Dan!" I almost scream. “Fuck, yeah!” I arch back and start pumping my cum
straight into your prostate. I cum
too, grunting. "Dan! Dan! Dan!" The pleasure so strong! “Fuck, yeah!” I am
exhausted. It was such a feeling! My ass aches, but it was great. I slap your ass. “Fuck, yeah, that was good sex.” I nod.
"Yes, Dan, it was. You are the best stallion, but I knew it." "Thanks for the compliment stud, and don’t
forget you’re a stallion in your own right, a lot of dead men would agree if
they could.” I
laugh. "Yes, Dan. I always thought so and I know it is true. But you are
the best. The best when you fuck, when you kill. It was a pleasure to be
fucked by you, even if the pain is terrible." “I hope it was more pleasure than pain.” I nod
"Yes, the pleasure was stronger. And the pain was pleasure, too." I
remain silent for a moment, then I add: "You know, Dan, it is better so.
I surrendered completely to you and I accept you. I am yours." “Then come over here and keep me warm while we sleep,
lover.” I nod.
I look at your big body, at your cock, who forced my ass, and then I lay on
your warm body. Wrap my arms around you as we lay together. "My
friend, my master..." Soft snoring as we lay together A
noise not far. Horses. "Fuck, Dan! Someone is arriving." I grab my
pistols. “Shit!” I roll to my feet grabbing my own pistol. We are
naked: no time to dress ourselves. Six men enter the cave, their pistols in
their hands: a sheriff and his deputies. They have seen the horses. Catching them before they see us I fire at the first
deputy. Bang I fire
too. Two men fall. They haven't seen us yet, the cave is dark, but now they
know where we are. I fire again and a third man falls. They begin to fire,
too. The gunfire echoes loudly in the cave along with the
cries of the dying. We
have killed four deputies. You see the sheriff has moved and he is aiming at
me. I
don't see him. “Brian, watch out!” I yell as I move and try to stop
him taking aim at him. Bam bam. You
fire and he fires too. I feel hell in my gut and I fall on my knees. The
sheriff falls, killed. The last two men run away. I grab you "Fuck, they got you." I nod.
"It's the end, Dan. Time to die, for me." I
caress your ass. "I am happy that you had me, Dan." "Fuck buddy! I should have been faster" I
hold you close. "Dan...
You have to run away... They will be back, with more men..." I smile.
"Please, finish me off... You had my ass... you can be my
killer..." "Yeah, I can’t leave you to die slow." I
grab my knife. “You have a great ass my friend.” I stab my knife in
your gut. I
grunt in pain. I look
at you. "Big Dan... Great cock... great killer... my friend..." “See you again on the other side buddy” I stab you in the chest. I
grunt and the world disappears, while I cum for the last time. You
hear a noise. You turn, but before you can move two bullets reach your heart. The
deputies laugh and approach. "We had these scumbags!" Falling back as I shoot cum and sigh my last breath,
we both lay there naked dead and hard. "This
one had a huge cock. They say he fucked his victims. We could fuck him,
Tom." Tom nods. They put you on my body, exposing your asshole. Flopping as they turn me over, big hairy back and
ass exposed. They
laugh. One of them lowers his pants and pushes his rod inside your ass. The other
one pisses on our heads. My ass tight and virgin only taken by my killer. He
fucks you violently, enjoying it. When he finishes, the other one takes his
place. Filling my dead ass with their sperm. He
cums, then he stands up. The other one pisses on us, too. Then they drag our
bodies out of the cave. They put the sheriff's body and the deputies' bodies
on the horses and the ride away. They leave us there. The vultures will come
soon. Meat for the scavengers. The
end we deserved. IV
Men marching in the snow. The silence of the winter
woods. The click of a rifle. Clouds of stem from their breaths as they march
unaware. Icy
cold, but they are used to. Not the first time they have marched in the snow. Men
bundled against the cold. Knowing
they are going to face a danger, perhaps death. They are hardened to the sight of hot red blood on
white snow, bodies steaming as the moisture escapes from the holes in them. "Fuck!
Fresh kill!" Looking at the corpses, their cocks hard. Big bearded men laying in the snow, blood staining
the snow, steam rising from the holes in their chests, cocks hard in death. I look
at them, I am very hard. I think it is a good way of ending. I look around.
It is a good way of ending, but I would like to kill that son of bitch. Hunt down their killer and make him dead. Yes.
To kill him, to look at him dying, to fuck him while he dies... Seeing the blood spray patterns, you can guess
where he was; you head towards some trees on the hill. I move
silently and very cautiously. I know he is dangerous. But the lust of killing
is strong. You find where he was laying in the snow when he
shot them down, and some tracks leading off. I
follow the tracks, my rifle in my hands. The track are clear, a big man from the size of the
foot prints. They lead through the trees. I
think I know who he is. He is well known. He is a dangerous hunter, but every
hunter can become a prey. Moving quietly, you smell cigar smoke on the wind. I
smile. His last cigar. I move slowly, looking carefully around me. The wind carries the scent, you move towards it,
listening, you can hear movement ahead. I knee
behind a bush and I look carefully. I can see a big, strong man, puffing a
cigar. I aim at his big belly. Smoke and steam from his breath thick in the air, he
turns slowly looking around him. When
he is looking in my direction, I press the trigger. I can hear the sound and
I see the man bending. He put his hands on the wound. He staggers. You hear me grunt as the bullet hits my belly red
blood stains the snow. I look at you FUCK! "Your
last day, Dan!" I press the trigger a second time, hitting you higher in
your chest. Then I move towards you, keeping my rifle in my hands, while you
fall. Stagger back a couple of steps ,then fall with a
thump, snow flies around me. I
reach you. I look at your body on the snow, blood running from the wounds.
You are breathing heavily, coughing, some blood from your mouth, too. I smile.
I am hard. Groaning and kicking at the snow, "You fucking
killed me, you bastard!” "Yes,
I killed you and I am going to fuck you, Dan!" I laugh. I kick you,
turning you on your belly. Fuck, try to crawl away from you, blood turning the
snow red. I
laugh. I approach. I kick you again; I turn you on your back. I grab your
belt and unbuckled it. I lower your pants. I look at your cock. It is hard
and red from the blood. "Shit! You have a horse cock!" I laugh. Steam rising from my crotch in the cold air. "You
man enough to ride it, fucker?" I
laugh. I look at it. I nod. "Your last fucking, Dan". I kneel. I
look at your cock and begin to lick it, cleaning the blood. It's hot, hard. I
can smell it. Groaning in pain and pleasure holding my hand against
my bleeding chest. I stop
licking your cock. I lower my pants. I sit on your belly. I grab your cock
and I slowly impale myself on it. It is painful. "Shit!" I smile.
"Shit!" Pushing into you coughing up some blood and smoke. Moving
my ass, feeling your big, hard cock into it, pain and pleasure, looking at
your face, your grimace of pleasure and pain. Fucking big sexy bear, thick beard, chest hair peaking out of collar, steam rising off your body as you
work my rod. I am
so hard and the pleasure is so strong. I move slowly, on and on. Then I stop.
"I'll cum into your ass, Dan. And I'll lick your deathcum!"
I smile. Fucker. I moan as you slip between my thick legs. I lift
your legs. I put each of them on one of my shoulder. I look at your hairy
ass. I laugh. "Ready for your last ride, Dan?" I push my cock into
your ass with a sudden jerk. I jerk in pain and grunt. I
begin to fuck you, looking at your face, at your bleeding belly and chest,
feeling my cock ravaging your ass. “Oooh, fuck!” I moan, my
cock hard against your belly, I rip open both of our shirts exposing hot
hairy chests. I look
at you, wave of desire and pleasure running. I caress your hairy chest; I
feel the wound, the blood. Then I grab my gun. I am going to cum. "Time
to go, Dan. You are the best lay I ever knew." I grab your nipples as you aim. “Fucker!” I take a
deep drag on my cigar knowing it will be my last. I
smile. I press the gun against your chest. "I'll use your ballsac as a tobacco pouch, Dan!" I laugh, then I
bend, I kiss your mouth and I press the trigger. I buck against you, eyes wide, cock shooting my
deathload against your belly. You feel my last breath in your mouth and my
ass grips your cock. I cum.
A huge amount of load in your ass, the strongest pleasure in my life. I
remain still, savoring the pleasure. But it is cold. I move, my cock leaves
your ass. I close my shirt and my jacket, I put my pants on. I look at your
corpse. I bent on it. Lying in the snow, cooling steam still rising from
my crotch and the bullet holes, snow starts to fall, sticking to the hairy
body and beard first. I look
at your big cock, dirty. I begin to lick it, cleaning it. It is still warm. I
lick and suck it, then I begin to lick your balls. I grab my knife in my
right hand, I grab your balls in my left hand, but I hesitate. A big pair of balls heavy in your hand, you admire
the body you just killed, not sure if you want to mutilate it . I put
away the knife. I caress your body. It is less warm now. I turn it. I look at
your ass. I put my hands on it, I look at the hole. I begin to lick it,
pushing my tongue inside. Tasting your cum leaking out and the taint of my
hairy ass, your cock getting hard again. Licking,
tasting, smelling, caressing your ass, getting colder. I hesitate. Then I
strip your corpse and I look for your horse. It is not easy to lift your body
and put it on your horse, but I manage. Your ass exposed, your balls between
your legs. Legs and arms swinging over the horses ass, balls
hanging between my legs, hair covering
all your trophy, you look at the bloody trail in the snow where you dragged
me to the horse. Looking around. I am
so hard that my cock aches. I reach my horse and I ride to my cabin, looking
back to see your body on the second horse. Your kill keeping you aroused the big manly body
still sexy even dead. In my
cabin I lit the fire in the chimney, then I drag your body on the floor. I look
at you. You are cold, now, but my desire is so strong, your cock so hard,
your asshole... "Shit!" Eyes staring and starting to fog over pale skin
making the dark hair stand out even more. I
undress. I caress your body. For the last time, I sit on your belly. I grab
your cold, huge, hard cock and I impale myself. I feel it in my ass. Pain and
pleasure. Cool inside your hot ass. I move
quickly and I cum. Some load on your chest, on your beard. I smile. Using your kill again, enjoying your power to have
made this kill. Then I
dress myself and I drag your naked corpse in the snow that is falling. I
leave it not far from the cabin. I'll look from the window at the wolves
feasting on it. A fantastic kill, you can only hope to find another
man as sexy. It
would be very difficult. It was the best killing in my life. |
