Neri

Hunters

I was thinking maybe some kind of hunt, a couple of hunters make a bet on who can kill the most men, loser gets hunted by the winner, or if you have some ideas…

I like this idea. I like man hunting.

Choose our weapons, sir.

For a good man hunting I think that the knife is the best weapon. You have to face your prey.

Face the men up close, more dangerous but the sweeter the kill.

Yes. And a man can give a slow death or a quick one, according to his dark desires.

Will our targets be naked like beasts or dressed like men?

Naked. The hunters too: we are all like wild animals. The hunters have a knife, the preys don't. But things can change.

5 men will be loose. Whichever of us kills three will win.

Ok. The hunt is going to begin. I look at you, your strong hairy body, your huge cock, and your big heavy-hanging balls.

"It will be a pleasure to hunt you, Dan. To fuck you. To castrate you."

Checking my knife, you have to win the bet first; otherwise I will fuck your dead body, handsome.

I laugh. "Perhaps. Not a bad way of ending, Dan. To be killed by such a man is an honor. But to kill such a man is ever better."

We bring our kills here and hang them for proof.

Ok.

There is a wood in a narrow valley. The preys cannot go far. They hide in the wood.

We separate and start tracking the men.

I see one of them hiding behind some bush. I go on, as I hadn't seen him. Then I come back silently. I jump on him.

Your target.

He tries to resist, but I stab his belly, once, twice, three times.

He screams in pain.

I grab his cock and balls and I severe them.

He screams again.

I push his cock and balls into his mouth.

Tormenting your kill

Then I plunge my knife into his heart.

I am hard, now.

The big bear thrashes a couple of times then goes limp dead at your feet.

I drag the man to the place where we have to hang our preys.

I put a rope around his neck.

I lift the body, smiling.

Your first kill.

I smoke a cigar as I track my first kill.

I move to find another prey, my cock hard.

Moving through the trees the both of us, looking.

I look at you. I think that I'll kill you. My cock becomes even harder. I want to kill you.

You watching me as I track my first kill, unaware you are following.

I spot a man trying to make a spear with a branch and rock.

I follow you. I want to see the way you hunt. I look at your big hairy back, at your strong hairy ass. Fuck! Such a man!

I sneak closer.

This man is my target.

I move silently.

You watch as I get close, just some brush between us. I throw a rock and he stands looking.

He looks around, afraid. He doesn't know where you are.

I rush him knife ready, grab him from behind and plunge my blade into his chest.

He screams in pain, trying to resist.

I wrestle with him, stabbing the knife into his chest a couple of more times.

He goes limp. You let him fall, but one of the preys attacks you from behind.

He grabs me and we start to wrestle, both trying to get control of the knife.

I approach. I jump on the man and I stab him in his back. Once, twice. He grunts. I stab him once more. He goes limp.

What the fuck? That was my kill!

I laugh. "Your kill was the man you have killed. This one was going to kill you. It is my kill, you know it." I laugh. "I saved your life, Dan.”

I puff my cigar, my cock hard. “Yeah, I guess you’re right, but I will still kill you when I win.

I nod. "I saved your life, only to kill you, Daniel. To kill, fuck and castrate you." I laugh again, my cock hard, too. Then I grab my prey's cock and balls and cut them off. I see you are disgusted. I laugh. "A prey deserves this!"

I grab my kill by the ankles and start dragging him back, his own cock hard and intact bouncing as I drag him.

I follow you, dragging my kill. I am sweating, you too. I look again at your big hairy ass. I like it, I'll have it. I want it.

I see the first man you killed hanging. "Well, fuck! Looks like you got two already."

"Yes, Dan. One more and you'll be the next prey!" I put the rope around the dead man's feet and I hang him, too.

I pull mine up by his feet, arms dangling.

"There will be a third one, Dan, then a fourth: you!"

I laugh and I move quickly. I want to find my third prey.

I look at your kills. Fuck! You’re a mean bastard.

I turn. "Why? I know very well that you want to kill me, Dan."

"Hell, yeah, to kill you would be great, but the way you cut up your kills" I shudder; don’t want that for me so I better find the last two.

I laugh. "If a man is not strong enough to kill you, he deserves to be castrated. And I'll fuck and castrate you before finishing you, Dan.!"

“I will be fucking you, Brian.”

I rush off to find the last two men.

I move quickly. I spot my third prey.

He is moving cautiously. He hasn't seen me.

Cock hanging as he moves through the trees, listening.

I move cautiously. Another prey. I hide behind a bush. He moves towards me. He doesn't see me. He goes on. I jump on him and I stab his chest.

Aaagh, he screams as you attack.

I stab him again, four times, in a frenzy of pleasure. I know you'll be my prey. My cock is so hard, now. I would like to fuck this man, but I want to fuck you.

I see the last man, but then we hear the scream of your third kill.

I grab the man's cock and balls and severe them. I put them into his mouth, and then I drag the body to the tree where the other preys hang.

As you hang your third trophy, I get the fifth man’s attention.

He looks around; he understands a hunter is near. He moves quickly, running away.

Fuck, I stick my knife in a tree, maybe he will find it. I smoke my cigar and head back to meet you, to settle our bet.

I am waiting for you. My three preys hang from a tree, their cocks and balls in their mouths. Two hang from the feet, one from the neck.

"Ready for the same end, Dan?"

I laugh.

I walk up to my kill and rub his furry chest, yeah, a bet is a bet, I killed the last man, but as soon as I heard the scream I knew I lost, so I left him there.

I nod. "Your knife?"

“Still in his chest, why did you need it?”

"Just to be sure you didn't hide it to use it again. You could try to cheat me."

“I could have just started running but I didn’t.”

I nod. "Ok, Dan. I told you: I'll stab you, I'll castrate you, and I’ll fuck you, before finishing you.

"And I think I'll piss and shit on you, too." I laugh.

I spread my arms, big hairy belly and chest on display, cock hard.

I look at you. "Fuck! You are a real man, Dan!" I nod, and then I say: "Go, Dan. I'll hunt you."

I start off into the woods, trying to make it hard for you.

I move cautiously, my knife in my hand. I know you are dangerous. I think I am going to kill and fuck and castrate you. It will be great. I am hard.

I run in a line for a bit then circle back and climb a tree hiding above where you will come.

I look around, trying to find you. The wood is not so large. Sooner or later I'll find you.

I sit on the branch, hiding in the leaves, listening as I hear you close.

I move looking around. My knife in my hand, my cock hard. I am near the tree where you sit.

I wait for you to get close enough, then I jump out of the tree to land on you.

Shit! We fall on the dirt. We fight. The knife is in my hand, but you are behind me and block my wrist.

Wrestling with you, trying to twist the knife either out of your hand or into your gut.

I resist. I am laying on you, now. I feel your huge hard cock against my ass. I can hardly breathe. You try to turn my hand so that the blade will enter my gut.

I grunt and sweat as I use my bigger muscles to try and gut you, I slip my cock in your ass as we struggle.

I feel your huge cock forcing my asshole and going deep inside. I feel weak. I yield.

Your arm suddenly weakens and the knife slices into your belly.

I grunt in pain. Pain and pleasure, while your cock ravages my ass and my knife opens my belly. "You had your knife... Dan... You lied... your cock is your... weapon."

I laugh. “It is, isn’t it?” I start fucking you, my thrusts making the blade twist.

I grunt. I think it is a good way of ending, your cock into my ass. "You won, Dan. You are the man."

I pull the knife and stab it in again just above your cock.

I grunt. "Shit! Shit!" But I know I want it, now. I want you to kill me. You are the male.

Cock tearing your ass, I fuck hard and start to cut your belly upward.

I grunt in pain. "Shit! Dan... Shit!" The pain increasing, but my cock still hard. The feeling of your cock into my ass great. "Shit! Your cock... is harder... than this blade... shit!"

“And they are both going to tear you open.” I pound your ass my balls slapping, as your belly splits open.

I groan. The pain is increasing. "Shit!" I wait for death, too weak to do anything, now."

I grab your cock and start stroking.

I am astonished. "What the fuck... are you doing...? Dan?"

Giving you more than you would have given me, Brian: a last load.

"I don't deserve it... Dan. I am your prey..."

“Yes and I hunt men, you will die like one. Yes?”

I smile. "I would have... castrated you, Dan. It would have been... my greatest pleasure."

“Well, I get to keep my balls and you get to die shooting your load.”

I nod. I grunt. Your hand working on my cock. I feel I am going to cum. "Shit!"

I pull the blade and put the tip over your heart.

I cum, for the last time in my life. I cum with my hunter's cock into my ass. The final humiliation.

As you cum, I shove the blade into your heart.

I tremble and I go limp.

I toss you over my shoulder and take you to hang next to your kills.

The last prey found your knife. He saw you killing me and he is following you.

Get back to the tree and hang your body from your ankles.

You suddenly feel a blade entering your back.

“Aaak” I arch in pain.

I stab you again.

I stagger forward a step as the blade strikes again, arm reach behind me, as I try to turn and face my killer.

I move my arm, my hand going around and I stab you in your belly, twice.

“Aaagh, fuck!” Grabbing my bloody belly.

I push you on the dirt.

"Hunter, you are the prey now. I'll fuck you, man!"

I roll on the ground bleeding from my back and belly, cock hard.

I kneel on you. "I'll fuck you dead, man." My blade over your chest.

I cough. “Enjoy my ass, you are the survivor and have earned your kill.”

I nod. I smile. I push the blade, through your heart.

I grimace in pain, my hand on your wrist as you shove it between my ribs; I arch up off the ground and yell as I shoot my last load on your belly, then die.

I look at you. I caress your cock. I lick every drop of your jism. I suck your cock. I press my hand on your belly, over the bladder.

The piss starts to flow.

I drink it.

Then I put your legs on my shoulders.

I look at your asshole.

Deep and hairy.

And I push my hard cock through it, into your dead ass.

Tight and warm, gripping your cock.

I fuck slowly, enjoying your ass, still warm. I push my cock deep inside.

Going balls deep, my body rocking as you push, eyes staring, cock rubbing your belly.

I caress your bleeding belly and chest. I caress your hard cock. I gently squeeze your balls. And I go on fucking your ass.

Feeling the total maleness of your kill, big chest, and nice heavy balls.

I feel great: I killed a real male, a great hunter and now I am fucking his dead ass.

A real alpha male, now meat to satisfy your cock.

I feel powerful, while I go on fucking your ass, until I cum, filling it with my jism.

Shooting your load so much it leaks out around your cock.

I leave your ass and I stand. I look at my beautiful prey. I hang you at the tree. I smile.

Six bodies hanging in the wind.

Your body the best, with your huge cock and balls. I castrate the other prey and the other hunter, so that only your body is still a male body.

Taking your pride in the best kill.

Yes. A real man I killed and fucked.

Now you get promoted to hunter for the next hunt.

I'll hunt other preys, but you'll remain the best of my preys.

I will start as prey , you can be either one I will make sure you don't survive lol.

Good.

Which do you want?

I am a hunter. I move slowly, my bow in my hand. I paid a lot of money for this hunting. I like man-hunting. Quite expensive, but a great experience. I like killing. The hunt is dangerous, the prey can kill. But I am a good hunter.

You and the other hunters shake hands and go after prey.

I look around. There are four preys. I hide behind a tree and I look around.

The four men are all big men dangerous but unarmed.

I like killing big men, the best preys. I see one of them, moving cautiously near the pond. He cannot see me. I prepare the arrow and the bow. Now! The arrow hits his chest.

He cries out in pain, grabbing at the arrow in his chest, surprised. He staggers in the water, cock getting hard.

I move quickly toward him. He is on his knees, now. He looks at me, hate in his eyes. I grab my knife. I approach. I stab his heart. He collapses.

“Aaagh” He cries, arching back as you kill him, shooting cum and falling over on his back in the shallow water.

I drag him out of the water. I look around. Nobody. I kneel and I begin to lick his cum and to suck his cock. I would like to feel it in my ass, but there are three more men. When I have licked all his cum, I take my knife and I severe his cock and balls: my trophy.

Your own cock hard, you move away on the hunt again.

I am aroused, now, as always when I kill. I move cautiously. I see another man moving... a big man, strong, big belly. It's Daniel, the best prey. He is too far. I slowly approach, hiding behind the trees.

I am moving, slow, cock and balls heavy and swinging, hair running from my ass up my back.

Now I can see you better, while you move slowly between the trees.

FUCK! This is a man.

You watch me moving and you see the other hunter watching me as well.

I want to kill you before him, but you are moving in the wood and it is not easy to hit you. He throws an arrow, but it reaches a trunk. Shit! Now you know he is near and you hide.

I dive into some thick brush, he starts chasing me. You can follow him to see if he kills or maybe something else.

I don't want him to kill you. I want to kill you. I follow him, quickly, my hand on my knife. I think that if I kill him with my knife, they'll think that one of the preys surprised him and killed him with his own knife.

As you follow, thinking of killing him, I surprise him by jumping out of some brush, grabbing him and tackling him to the ground.

I smile. I look at your fight. I hope you'll kill him. I stare ad you big body, your huge arms, your strong hands, your cock.

We wrestle. The bow dropped, he goes for his knife, I grab his wrist and we struggle over it.

He is a strong man, but you are stronger. I admire you, while you manage to bend his wrist, so that his knife is turning against his belly. Fuck! Such a man!

Arm muscles bulging, he grunts and tries to change where the knife is pointed.

I am so hard that my cock aches. I don't move, waiting for the end of the fight. Then I'll kill the winner.

The knife plunges into the hunter’s belly, he grabs his belly. I grab a couple of arrows that fell from his quiver and stab them into his chest.

He screams in pain. He trembles and slowly any movement stops, while his cock stiffens and he cums.

I look around quickly, then proceed to strip the body.

I look at you, perplexed. What the fuck are you doing?

You watch as I keep looking around, not seeing you. Once I strip him, I check to see if his shirt fits, both cocks hard.

I slowly approach, hiding, to see what you are doing. I look at your huge cock. My throat is dry, my cock hard, too.

Shirt barely fits, I can’t button it over my chest. I grab my hard cock and look at the body, not bad rugged and well built.

Why are you putting on his shirt? To make me think you are a hunter? I smile. But I look at your huge cock. Fuck!

I go through the pockets, find a cigar and lighter, light it and puff as I nudge his body with my foot.

I shake my head. You are smoking! A man who doesn't know fear.

After nudging him, watching his cock bounce, I kneel and spread his legs.

I can hardly breathe. Are you going to fuck the dead man?

I grab the legs at the knees and lift them up raising his ass off the ground, I push my cock inside.

I move slowly, My knife in my hand. I reach you and I kick violently your head with the handle of my knife.

I grunt and pass out falling forward onto my fuck.

I move your big body. Not easy. I tie you to a tree, so you cannot move your hands and legs. I look at you and I wait for you to wake.

Groaning, I slowly raise my head.

I look at you. "How are you, Richards? You killed one hunter, but the other one was ready..." I laugh.

Fuck! My head hurts. "Got to admit I didn't think you were close."

"I was. So you wanted to taste his ass. You have a huge cock, man!" I grab it and I caress it. "Before taking it as a trophy, I think..." I laugh again.

"You want to fuck?" "I would be happy to oblige." I smile.

"Happy or unhappy, it is the same" I kneel and I take you huge cock into my mouth. I begin to lick and to suck it. I stop. I look at you. "I never saw such a cock" I go on sucking.

I moan in pleasure, enjoying you sucking on my cock, trying to get my hands free as you work.

I go on sucking and licking. Then I stop and I stand. "Useless to try to free yourself, Richards. I know how to tie a man." I slowly begin to strip.

“Can’t blame a man for trying." I watch you strip. I whistle "Nice bud, you would make for a great hunt."

I laugh. "I am the hunter. I paid of lot of money for it. But before killing my prey, I want to amuse myself." I am naked, now. I approach. I smile. I grab your hard cock. I turn and I move, so that my asshole is pressing against your cock.

My cock hard and ready. "Wouldn't this be easier if I wasn't tied to a tree?"

I laugh. "Certainly. It would be easier for me to take it in and for you to kill me." I slowly impale myself on your cock. The pleasure is strong, but the pain too. "Shit!"

"Fuck, you got a tight ass." I thrust as much as I can.

The pain increases, but I cannot stop. I want this huge cock into my ass. "You know, Richards, I'll kill you, then I'll fuck your ass, too. I like fucking my dead preys. We have the same tastes, I think." I laugh. "You would have been a perfect hunter."

“Uuhh uhh” I grunt as I thrust. "Hell, man, what do you think I was doing?" " I was taking his clothes so I could hunt but got distracted by that hairy ass."

I grind my teeth. "You would have tried to cheat me and kill me, of course." The pleasure is increasing, the pain too. "You are a bull, not a men."

Enjoying your ass, cock swelling. "Fuck, you know it!"

You cum into my ass. I feel your jism filling my innards. I slowly move away, my cock still hard, some blood and jism running from my asshole.

"Fuck, that was a good fuck."

I nod. "Your last fuck, Richards" I take my bow and my arrows. "Time to die, Richards. I'll fill your body of arrows. I want to see you dying, slowly."

I look at your chest out. "Or you could let me go and hunt and kill me proper, get the thrill again and fuck my dead ass!"

"I captured you once, Richards. Why should I let you go?"

"Captured me?" "Hell, I all but gift wrapped myself for you." "Don't you want to feel the thrill of shooting me on the move?"

"The thrill of shooting you on the move?" I laugh. "Not exactly: the thrill of risking my life and being killed, as you killed the other hunter. Not a bad way of ending, killed and fucked by such a male, but prefer to kill you."

"Yeah, I understand, easier and safer to kill me when I am tied up."

I am becoming nervous. "What are you saying, man?"

"Nothing, go ahead, I am sure your cock will get just as hard killing me this way as to actually taking down a man that isn't helpless."

I look at my arrows and my bow. "I'll fill you of arrows, Richards. Your cock, your balls, your belly. It will not be an easy death!" I am raging now. "I am not a coward, Richards! Do you understand?"

"Never said you were." "All I am saying is when you sit around the lodge telling of how you killed me, won’t it be a grand story." "I knocked him out while he was fucking, then killed him when he was tied up."

I grunt. I know you are right, I could tell a lie, but it wouldn't be the same. I hesitate. I know that I'll risk my life, but I like danger. My cock is stiffening. I grab my knife.

I look at you. "I promise not to attack."

I laugh. "OK, Richards. I know that you'll try to kill me. Not a bad way of ending, perhaps the best. You are a real male. But I'll kill you." I cut your ropes. "You have ten minutes, Richards, then I'll be after you."

"You won’t regret this." I take off.

I look at you disappearing in the wood. No, you are right. I won't regret this. I'll kill you as a real hunter or I will be killed by a real man. It's OK. I look at the dead man. I smile. Not a bad way of ending.

I move slowly, careful. I am naked, now.

Feeling alive, hunting, naked prey and naked yourself.

I have my knife, my bow and my arrows. My cock is hard and I look around. I'll find you.

You follow my footprints, realizing I am circling back.

"What the fuck... He thinks I am stupid. He is not far, here around. I move cautiously.

You listen and hear some movement back at the dead hunter.

I slowly move towards the place.

You look through the brush and see me picking up the bow and arrows of the dead man.

I shake my head. I take an arrow and I aim at you.

I grab the weapons and pause to stroke the dead man’s chest.

I shake my head. The arrow flies, reaching your chest, right side.

Aaagh. I fall back, legs kicking.

I approach, laughing. "You weren't so cute, Richards."

"Fuck, I thought you would be slower." Cock hard, I throw some dirt at your face and try to get up.

I jump on you and I plunge my knife into your lower belly.

Gaaaah I grab at my belly arching in pain as I try to kick you off, my hard cock against yours.

I stab you again, in your upper belly, my cock stiffening even more. "Fuck, Richards! Killing you is great." I stab again.

I cough up blood, put one bloody hand on your face, trying to push you off

I kick your balls and you fall on your knees. "Now I'll fuck you, Richards, before finishing you off". I kick your face and you fall on the ground.

Spitting up blood, I try crawling.

I kick you again. I grab your legs and I put them on my shoulders. "Accept your death, Richards. I had you." I push my hard cock into your ass.

I grunt as you start to rape my ass.

Fucking you is great. I fuck and I look at your face, distorted in pain. I caress your hard cock. "I gave you a second chance, but it was useless." I go on fucking your ass, Then I grab my knife. I am going to cum.

I grip your cock in my ass, looking you in the eyes, ready.

"Farewell, Dan!" I plunge my knife into your heart, while I cum into your ass.

I arch up under you, fighting for life, my ass spasming on your cock. Finally I go limp. shooting my load.

I close my eyes. I am fully satisfied.

Then a shadow appears.

I open my eyes and I see the shadow. I turn.

the last prey standing there with the bow and arrow aimed at you.

"Shit!" I don't want be killed by this man. You didn't kill me and you were a better man. I move quickly, jumping on him.

He fires as you rise up, pulling out of me. It hits your belly.

I grunt, I stagger. I manage to go on, grabbing his throat.

He staggers back with your hands on his throat, he grabs the arrow in your gut.

I go on strangling him, ignoring the pain in my gut.

His bearded face turning red as he rips the arrow out and shoves it in higher.

I grunt in pain. I stagger, but I press my hands more around his neck.

You both sink to your knees, cocks hard, he pulls and stabs again in your chest.

I cannot stand any more. My hands fall. "Shit!"

He takes a big lungful of air. "Die!” He pulls it and stabs it in your heart.

I feel the pain and the pleasure of the last cumming, while I fall, dead.

Landing on my belly.

He realizes he has survived and will be a hunter now.

He is the winner. We are two dead preys.

Three bodies here, another at the pond

They are all dragged to be displayed

For the hunters to see, to remember them that the hunters can become preys.

No one is safe.

No. Death can come for all.

III

A little scene?

Sure.

Epoch and weapons?

Something modern.

Good. Soldiers, gangsters, hunters?

What you feeling?

I like them all. Different situations, but all good.

Hmm. Hunt then.

Ok. Two hunters looking for wild animals, two men hunting each other, a team of hunters playing (a mortal play) against another one?

Team hunt sounds good.

Ok. We are friends and we hunt in team. We have to find and kill other teams, before they find and kill us. Is it OK?

Sounds hot.

We have a rifle, a pistol and a knife. We are in a wood, but there is also a marsh, there are fields and a rocky hill.

Is it OK?

Sounds like a good hunting ground.

Yes. We can begin.

"Ready, Dan? It won't be an easy hunting..."

“No it won't be easy. But it ain't fun if it's easy.”

I nod. "Yes, it is so. Fuck! I am hard. Killing is hot" I laugh. "Being killed too, I suppose, but I am not in a hurry to find if it is true."

Lol. “Yeah I'm with you on that.” I check my gun. Light a cigar.

"Give me a cigar, Dan."

I hand you one.

“Thanks.” "A good cigar, a good hunting, a good killing. Life can be gorgeous." Then I add: "Time to go, Dan."

“Yep. Let's kill them.”

I head down the hill.

I follow you. The morning is cool, but soon it will be hot. I look at your large back, at your big ass. I smile.

Sweat already staining my shirt. I puff my gar headed to the trees.

We move slowly in the wood. We know the other teams are not far from here. I hear a sound. "Dan... there, behind the oaks..."

I duck down behind some brush. Looking. Rifle raised.

I lay near you. We observe the trees. We see two man slowly moving towards us: a huge black man and a young tattooed white man, without shirt.

“Our first kills!” I whisper. “Which one do you want?”

"The young one. Is it OK?" You nod. We aim.

Get the big black man in my sight.

I aim at the young man's upper belly. I don't want to kill him immediately. I smile, my cock very hard, now. "Ready, Dan?"

I nod.

Aim.

I nod again and I fire. On the young man's belly I can see the red hole. He grunts and he falls.

I put a slug in the chest of the big man. He staggers.

"Fuck, Dan! We had them!" I laugh.

I smile and put a second slug in my man's heart.

I fire again, in the lower belly. The young man screams and he falls. I run towards him.

I follow. Smoking and rubbing my crotch.

I look at the black man. "Dead, Dan. Good!" Then I look at the young man writhing on the ground.

Holding his belly, moaning.

I smile. I would like to piss on him, but my cock is hard. “You are dead, asshole.” I laugh.

“Fuck you!” he spits.

I kick mine on his back.

I bend and I lower the young man's pants, exposing his ass. "I would fuck you, but we have no time, there are other teams around. But I give you what you deserve." I press the barrel of my gun against his asshole and I push it inside his ass. I laugh. I see you shake your head: you don't like it.

I rip open my kills pants exposing his cock.

"This is a real man's cock, you cunt!" I fire. He screams. I fire again. He lays motionless.

I puff my gar. Holding my cock. Too bad. We ain't got time.

I nod. "Yes, Dan. But you can cut his cock and balls. It is what he deserves." I laugh again. The first killing is a great feeling. I feel well, a little drunken.

I pull my blade. I make sure you can see and enjoy as I slice his cock and balls.

I nod. "This is good. This is what a hunter deserves." I laugh. I turn my prey on his back. I see he is still breathing, but he seems to be unconscious. I take my knife and I castrate him. He suddenly wakes up and he screams shortly. "Not dead, yet!" I kneel near his head, I push his cock and balls into his mouth and I cut his throat.

He gurgles as he dies.

My cock is so hard that it almost aches, but we have to move. “Time to go, Dan.”

“Yeah.” I grab my rifle and move off.

I follow you, my cock tent-poling my pants. I look at your shirt. You are sweating. I smile. I think it would be good to kill you like I killed the young man. You are my friend, it's just a mad idea, but I am horny.

We move through the trees. Ground getting soft, air humid.

It is hot, here. Many insects. We are sweating. Your shirt is completely wet.

I pull it off and use it to wipe my pits.

I look at your hairy, wet back. My throat is dry, my cock hard.

I get my last cigar from my shirt pocket before I toss the shirt. And move forward. Gun ready cock hard. Ready to kill.

I follow you, troubled, horny, my mind confused, my fingers caressing the rifle.

I signal you as I crouch. Looking into the distance.

I crouch at your side. I look in the same direction, but I cannot see anything.

I pull my knife. I look at you. “Looks like another team is taking advantage of their kill.”

I laugh. "Good. Their last fucking!" I grab my knife. "Go, Dan, I'll follow you!"

I move quickly but quiet for a big man.

I follow you. Now I can see the men of another team. One of them is fucking a man, or a corpse. My cock becomes even harder.

One fucking. The other watching. I move in on the guard.

I am ready to kill. It's a great feeling. I look at your back. I smile.

I grab the guard from behind. Cover his mouth, shove my blade in his back.

I jump on the man who is fucking the corpse. I stab him in his back. He screams.

He pops out of the dead ass shooting his load as you stab him.

Mine slowly sags.

I look at the dying man. I turn him on his back. I castrate him, too, and push his cock and balls into his mouth. I look at you. I say, my voice altered: "Fuck me, Dan!"

I drop my man. Dead. I walk over to you.

I lay on my prey's corpse. I smile. You'll fuck me. Then I'll kill you, because the lust to kill is too strong. I smile, looking at you.

I look around. You’re a crazy fucker.

I pull out my cock.

I look at it. Huge, hard. It will be painful. But I want it.

Big hairy chest fur running down to my crotch. I get between your legs and push inside.

I start fucking you

I grunt as your big cock forces my asshole. It is quite painful, but I want it, I want to feel this cock inside my ass.

"Shit, Dan! You are a bull!"

“Fuck, you know it.”

I nod. "Yes, Dan, I know it. It is great to be fucked by you, to kill with you, to kill..."

Pumping you. Smoking and fucking.

Pain my ass, pleasure, strong pleasure. You are great, Dan." I smile, thinking that I'll kill you.

Leaning over you. Big hairy chest and belly. Your cock against my belly. I blow smoke in your face.

I cough. "Shit, Dan, don't!" I grunt while you fuck me.

I chuckle. Lean back. Blow clouds of smoke in the air as I arch back getting ready to cum in that ass.

I grab my gun, I press it against your belly. I smile.

Eyes widened. “Fuck, you need me to win this!”

"Sorry, Dan, but you are such a male. Killing you is pure pleasure."

I take a deep draw of smoke filling my lungs. Fucking you hard.

"Farewell, Dan. Your turn to die." I smile, looking at your impressive body, feeling your huge cock into my ass.

I clamp one hand on your throat. Smiling.

"You are a dead man, Dan. I am going to fire." But I don't fire. The pressure of your hand on my throat is good.

I squeeze cutting off your air, fucking you fast and hard.

I know I have to fire now, but my mind is confused. I want to kill you, I want to be killed by you. I want...

Your cock hard, your balls. I moan, you feel my cock swell. And my hand squeezing the life out of you.

I am floating between life and death. And suddenly I think I want to fuck you before dying. I press the trigger. The bullets enters your belly. I press the trigger again.

I grunt and cough.

I feel the pressure on my neck weakening. I move my hand and fire again, a bullet through your upper belly.

My hand slips off your throat. Puffing smoke I cum in your ass.

I press the gun against your chest. "Farewell, Dan." The bullet goes through your heart.

I shudder on top of you, coughing, and then I collapse on top of you, twitching.

It is great to remain so, your big heavy body over mine, your big cock into my ass. I caress your ass and a finger looks for the hole. "I am going to fuck you, Dan!"

My muscles twitching, as you finger my ass.

After a moment I move. I let you roll on the ground. I look at the wounds, at the blood, at your hard cock. It's great. I turn you on your belly and I look at your ass.

Big hairy ass.

I kneel. I put my hands on your asscheeks. My tongue caresses your asscrack. I like the smells, the taste.

Licking the sweat and shit.

Then I lay on you and slowly I push my cock into your ass, forcing your asshole.

My big powerful body just meat now. You slide inside my still warm ass.

I begin to fuck you. The feeling is gorgeous. Fucking your dead body, fucking the big bear that I have killed, fucking is dead hairy ass.

Watching my hairy back move as you fuck.

Then the pleasure explodes and I fill your dead ass of my load, grunting.

As you arch back shooting your load a sword suddenly comes out of your belly.

I scream in pain. “Shit!”

“Got you, fucker!”

You’re grabbed from behind.

The pain is strong. I know I am a dead man. "Shit!"

He pulls it out and throws you down on your back next to me.

I look at him, hate in my eyes. But I know it is my fault. My right hand touches your body. I grab your hard cock, smiling.

He plunges the sword in your belly just above your cock.

I scream in pain, the word slowly fading. "Fuck you, asshole!"

He smiles. Then cuts open your belly.

I grunt. "Shit" I am dying, my hand on your big cock.

You feel your own cock shoot your load as you die next to me.

My killer won the hunting. He severs our heads as his trophy.

Our bodies just two of many laying in the woods.

What about man hunting?

Always good

Where and when? Old Celtic rite, Middle Ages, western?

Today?

I am thinking , a competition you and I and some others hunting each other until the last one standing is the victor.

Yes, this is good. Men hunting other men in the woods, the marshes or the mountains. One survivor.

Have to fuck your kills making you a target for a bit?

Yes. You have to fuck the dead (or dying) man, then severe his head, that is your trophy.

Or his cock (easier to carry around).

Yes. His cock and balls are perfect.

Epoch and weapons.

Well, guns or arrows would seem best, plus a knife.

Good.

Early morning, summer day. A valley in the mountains. Four warriors. Only one will survive. I caress my knife and I smile. I like killing.

So guns or arrows or both?

One of them. Which one?

I guess it would depend guns are loud and we would kind of know when someone fired, arrows are quieter.

Yes. You choose.

Crossbows. How are we dressed? Naked or enjoy stripping them to unwrap your prize?

I think we could be almost naked, only something like a jock-strap.

And let’s start with five men.

I am waiting for the sound of the horn. I hear it. The hunting begins. I move slowly, carefully. My cock is stiffening, perhaps for the last time: if a hunter kills me, he'll cut a hard cock off. I smile, To kill, perhaps to be killed. Four targets. Good.

I start moving through the trees, my cock making my jock stand out, looking and listening eager to find and kill and fuck.

I know that the other hunters are dangerous and that you are the most dangerous. I hope to kill, fuck and castrate you. They say you are a real bull. It will be a pleasure. But I don't want to think about this. I must concentrate over the hunting.

The air warm, we start to sweat, they told us that there would be supplies in the woods if we find them. You move along and shortly find a marker with water and cigars in it.

Good. I want to drink. I need it. I am sweating, my body wet with sweat. A cigar... it would be good, but dangerous. The hunters can smell it. After killing them, when I have four cocks and eight balls in my sack, yes, it will be the right time for a cigar.

The water is fresh and cool, some runs down your chest as you drink, you hear something moving in the trees.

I move quickly, hiding behind a bush. Someone is approaching. I smile. I prepare the crossbow. He is a dead man.

You see a big man walk out, looking around as he spots the marker and moves towards it.

Fuck! He is a real man. Good. He reaches the water. He drinks, he lights a cigar and he turns. I aim and I fire. The arrows go through his chest, the point going out from his back. My cock so hard, now.

He grunts in surprise, eyes wide, as the cigar falls from his mouth, he grabs the arrow, but then falls forward with a thud.

I approach, laughing. An easy victory and a great prey. "Time to be fucked and castrated, man. Time to die!" I laugh again. He looks at me, hate in his eyes, pain on his face.

Blood leaking from his mouth, his cock hard in his strap, coughing up blood, you nicked his heart and lung.

I grab his jock and strip him. I look at his big, hard cock. "A good trophy". I smile, I lower my jock, showing him my big cock. I bend. I put his legs on my shoulders. I push my cock against his asshole.

He groans barely alive, but feels you push inside his tight ass.

I begin to fuck him. His asshole is tight. Fucking his ass is good. I go on for ten minutes, then I decide that it is time to end. I grab my knife and his cock and balls. He stares at me, eyes wide.

Not dead yet, he moans not wanting to feel this.

I want him to feel it! I laugh and my knife begins to cut his cock and balls. He screams. When I have my trophy, I push my blade into his heart.

He dies spitting up blood and jerking on your cock making you shoot your load

I grunt. I stand. My cock is dirty, but I don't mind. I did what I had to do. But now I want to find Richards, the best hunter, the bull. I want his cock and balls.

I have been moving through the trees.

I leave the area where I killed my first prey. I move cautiously, slowly, silently.

I see one man moving and behind him, another man: you. Fuck! This is good.

I have taken a while sweaty but I spot the man in front of me I move quietly waiting for a good time.

I observe you. It is good to see you hunting. The other man is strong, but he doesn't know you are behind him.

You watch my hairy back and ass as I move, crouch and move again. He spots a marker ahead.

My cock is stiffening. I could kill you with my crossbow, but I want see you killing and fucking.

I watch him as he looks at the water and cigars.

I am waiting, silently watching you.

He drinks some water and looks around, then lights a cigar, I take aim at his chest.

I see you aiming, then the arrow going through his chest. He grunts, he staggers and he falls with a big thud. Great!

I walk over to him, standing over him, my cock rock hard as is his.

I move slowly, so I can see better. I look at you while you lower your jock. Fuck! What a man! Huge hard cock, huge balls.

Kneeling down I check him for life.

I grab my knife and I wait, silent.

As I check him I take his cigar and puff on it, I shove my knife in his chest to make sure he is dead.

I am so hard, that I think I could cum just now. I look at you smoking.

He shudders as I put my blade in his heart, I leave it then look around before I fuck him.

I am hidden. You cannot see me, but my crossbow is ready. If you move towards me, I'll kill you. But I would prefer to see you fucking your dead prey.

I puff big clouds of smoke then put his legs on my shoulders and push inside him.

Fuck! This is great, really great!

I start fucking. You watch as I pump and sweat, puffing smoke, my massive hairy body wet with the sweat.

I slowly approach. I leave on the ground my crossbow. I move silently. I am behind you. I look at your big hairy ass moving. I smile. I move nearer. Suddenly you feel my knife pressing against your throat, some drops of blood falling from the skin I scratched. "You are a great hunter and a great stallion, but it is your turn to be killed and fucked. And your big cock and balls will be my trophy." I laugh.

“Shit!” I puff my gar still pumping him, looking around, wondering if I can get my knife from the dead man’s chest before you kill me.

"Don't try anything, Daniel. It is your last fucking. Time to die." I keep my knife against your throat, looking at your big body fucking the dead man.

“Fuck, well, you’re in the right position, might as well get your cock inside my ass.”

I nod. "I could, but it is good to see you fucking. You are a great stallion, as they say. I'll fuck you later." My right hand keeping the knife against your throat, my left hand caressing your wet back, going down to the ass, probing your asshole.

Still pumping as you feel me up. I feel the knife move a little and quickly try to knock it out of your hand as I grab at my knife, you feel my ass flex as I do this.

I knock your arm away but you still have the knife.

I fall, but I stand up quickly, my knife in my hand. I look at you, big, strong, your cock so hard and so big, your knife in your hand. "I'll kill you, Daniel. And that cock will be my trophy" I look at your cock again. So big. So hard... Fuck!

Puffing my gar, I take a deep breath and lunge at your cock slapping my thighs.

I move back, avoiding your blade, but confused. I am troubled. I know I have to fight, my life is in danger. You are a great hunter, you are dangerous. But something is going wrong.

You feel such admiration for this big beast you want to die at my hands, but also want to kill me. I slash at your belly, blood flying off it as I do.

"Shit!" The pain is strong, but now that you push the blade deep into my belly, I know I wanted it. I want to feel your knife butchering me, your cock ravaging my ass, your hand grabbing my cock and balls. "Shit!"

I grab you on your shoulder and pull you close, my knife in your gut, cocks touching.

The pain is strong, but the feeling is great. "You are... the best... hunter... Daniel... You are... the stallion... Oh, shit!!"

I pull the knife and stab again hard and deep in your lower gut.

I grunt, blood and piss running from the wound, your blade deep into my bladder. "Fuck me... Dan... want to feel... your hard cock..."

“I bet you do!” I blow smoke in your face then push you down on top of my first kill.

I can feel the flesh of the dead man, still warm. I am dying, but my cock is hard. I look at you. I smile.

I rub my chest and belly, my hard cock dripping, my balls heavy, “Go ahead, fuck him while I fuck you.”

I nod. I move, my cock now pressing against his dead ass. I push my cock into his ass. I grunt. Pain and pleasure.

Your blood acting as lube as you get inside him I get behind you and push inside you.

I almost scream: your cock is too big, the pain is strong. But it is good so. I want this pain. I am dying and my murderer fucks me.

I start to rape your ass, plowing you hard, which forces you deeper inside of him.

I grunt. "Shit!" I feel your big hand around my balls, playing with them. I tense.

My paw grabbing both yours and his balls, squeezing them together.

I almost scream. Waves of pain, but the pleasure increasing too. "Shit!"

I laugh as I fuck you, ash falls from my gar on your hairy back.

I grunt, I am feeble. I feel your hand crushing my balls, your cock ravaging my ass, the pain in my gut.

His ass tight on your cock as I force you in and out, your balls ache to cum as I squeeze.

Suddenly you feel an arm grabbing your neck and a blade entering your chest and going through your heart.

Eyes wide in surprise as I am pulled back against his chest, I feel his hot sweaty body before the knife ends me, I cough, shudder and shoot my load inside you as I die, going limp against him. You don't realize I am dead yet, it happened so fast.

He laughs: he won. He is the last survivor. He grabs your body and he lays it on the ground. He looks at you, at your big hard cock, at your hairy balls. He turns you on your belly. He looks at your asscrack. He begins to lick it.

Strong smells of sweat, cum, piss and shit as he cleans my ass.

He smiles. He licks your asshole, cleaning it, then he begins to fuck your dead ass. I have turned my head and now I see that you are dead and that he is fucking you. I smile. It is great to see you dead and fucked.

You watch as one beast fucks another, my body jiggling with his thrusts, my eyes dead and staring at you a look of surprise on my face.

He is a good stallion, too. Not like you, but he fucks you for a long time and your body moves when he pushes his big cock deep into your ass. I look your eyes, which cannot see anymore.

My bladder releases under me and the smell of piss fills the air, he grunts pulling out and shooting across my ass and back.

I look at the white load falling on your ass and back. You had what you deserved. And I had what I deserved.

He stands. He looks at your body.

He laughs.

He hears you breathing hard and looks at you. “Still alive?”

I look at him. He shakes his head. He approaches. He kicks me, turning me on my back. He looks at my bleeding gut, at my hard cock. He smiles and grabs his knife.

He kneels down, his cock dripping on your leg as he grabs your balls and cock.

I scream: "No! Kill me before!" But he laughs and begins to cut.

Your balls separate first, then your cock.

I scream. He laughs. He plunges his blade into my heart.

No last cum for you as the knife covered with our blood cuts your heart in two.

He stands, laughing. Ha grabs your cigar, he smokes. Then he takes his trophy from the other man and then from you. He puts them in his bag. He pisses on the three corpses, laughing, and he goes away. He is the winner.

Our bodies remain there, for the animals.