Neri

Middle Age

If not, an itch could be that one: you a prisoner who must be hanged (a way of ending you don't like), I a soldier/warrior who must escort you through a desert to the fort/place where you'll be executed. We were friends and lovers, but since some years I am a soldier. What about this?

Works for me

It could be a western, but also a Roman/Celtic period or Middle Age.

Hmm middle age sounds interesting

OK. We were both outlaws, but some years ago I decided to become a soldier. The captain of the guards of the castle tells me: "The earl wants to see this scumbag hanged. You have to bring it to Black Castle. In seven or eight hours you'll be there."

Standing there, bound, some dried blood on my face from beatings

Your shirt partly torn, on your back the blood from the flogging, your hands tied behind your back.

Beaten, but eyes defiant. "So it’s to be you."

I look at you. "Yes, Dan. It will be me. Tonight you'll be hanged." The Black Castle is far away, we need two horses. I help you to mount on yours: with your hands behind your back, it is not easy.

Torn shirt showing welts and hair, you feel my body as you help get me on the horse.

My hands help you, grabbing too much. As it was years ago, touching your body makes me hard. I can smell your odors; feel the warmth of your body.

The big pecs and thick wide back, I look down at you after I get seated "Just like old times."

I grunt, furious. I don't want to remember the old times. "Old times are gone, Dan. I am a soldier and I have to bring a prisoner to the executioner: the earl wants to enjoy his last dance."

"Yeah he gets off on hanging men." "Can’t get one in his bed."

I almost laugh, but I check myself. I grunt and I say: "Looking at you hanging will be good. Probably you'll have a hardon and you'll cum." I laugh.

"Well I certainly hope so”

I shrug my shoulders testing the bonds

"The rope is tied tightly, no way of freeing yourself, Dan. I checked it. I know what a son of bitch you are."

I smile, "Yes you know me from head to toe."

"Cock and ass included." I laugh, I tie a rope from your horse to mine, I mount and we move."

Following along I look you over as we ride.

I don't turn my head. We move through the fields, and then we enter a wood. I think you'll be dead tonight. The idea of looking at you while they hang you makes me hard.

I check out your body as best I can, admiring your broad back and muscular legs, the armor you’re wearing fits you well, "Seem you filled out some working for the earl."

I laugh. "Working for the earl is good. I am a loyal warrior and I earn what I receive."

"I am sure you do, does that include sharing his bed?'

I laugh. "No, Dan. He prefers to fuck the prisoners. Perhaps you’ll share his bed before being hanged tonight."

"Not someone I would enjoy, he's far too soft, pale and hairless for my tastes"

"Not a warrior like you"

"Stop with that crap, Dan. I know you. If I give you the least chance, you'll kill me and fuck my corpse, before leaving it to the wild animals."

Hahaha "you do know me well" "I have had that ass and it looks as tight as ever."

I shake my head. "Do you think I am stupid, Dan?" I think at your big, hairy body, at your big ass, at your big cock, at your heavy hairy balls. Fuck!

"No not stupid" "its’ been a couple of hours now, Brian, can we take a break" “I need to piss.”

I laugh. "You can piss yourself, Dan. You'll do the same tonight, when they'll hang you. Pissing in your pants." I laugh again, but I think at your big cock. I liked drinking your piss.

"Aw fuck Brian, if I piss myself you'll have to smell it the rest of the trip" 'not to mention how hard it is to get the smell out of leather saddles"

I laugh. "The saddle is not mine and the smell..." I laugh again "You know very well I like it." We are moving through a rocky land, now, under the sun. It's hot. "In one hour we'll be at a little lake. I think I'll take a bath. So you'll see me naked again."

I sigh accepting that I will have to wait but looking forward to seeing you naked,

I don't say anything more. I think that I'll see you to die tonight. The thought arouses me. The lake is not far. We'll soon be there and, of course, I want to touch you, and to... we'll see.

I ride silently try to loosen my bonds. Sweat staining what remains of my shirt running down my chest.

We arrive at the lake. I tie my horse. I look at you. Fuck! Such a man! I help you to dismount. I feel your warmth, I smell your strong odor, and I look at your chest. I tore completely your shirt. "You don't need it, Dan." I caress your hairy, sweaty chest.

"No I suppose I don't," I flex my chest as you rub it

I slowly lower your pants. I kneel in front of you. I look at your huge cock. "Let me drink, Dan!" I take your dickhead into my mouth. It is dirty, warm. It smells. It is great.

"You always were a pig for my piss" I let it flow into your mouth

I drink every drop of it. It is good, very good. When you stop pissing, I clean your cock, licking and sucking it.

It quickly hardens my hairy balls hanging low, "aww fuck man you always were great at sucking"

I stop sucking. I look at you. "It will be great looking at your hanging, Dan." Then I slowly strip and I move into the water.

Standing there naked with a hard cock I watch you strip soaking in the details of your body

I swim and wash myself, and then I come back. I look at you. The best male I ever saw. I go behind you and I kneel. I grab your asscheeks. I look at your asshole. I begin to lick it.

I moan as you give my ass some attention, my hands behind my back I can rub the top of your head as you work

I lick, I bite your ass, and I lick again, my cock very hard, now.

You actually plan to take me in?" "I remember the days when we said we would rather kill each other than watch one of us hang"

I grab your ass, and then my hands move to your back, to the marks of the flogging. I go on licking your ass. Then I stop. "I am a loyal soldier, Dan. I have to bring you to the earl... or to die."

"Well wouldn't want that, then you would be the one hanging"

My hands reach your balls, I begin to squeeze them. My left hand goes up and grabs your cock. My right hand remains on your balls, caressing them, squeezing them.

Moaning, "awww fuuuck," cock leaking precum.

I think that tonight they'll hang you. I see your face reddening, your big body dancing. Death. You'll be dead.

Moaning, "You’re sure you don't want to kill me yourself. Unless you like the thought of me hanging? Is that it?”

I stand. I am in front of you, now, bewildered. I shake my head. "I don't know what I want, Dan." I bite my lip. I shouldn't have said that.

I lean forward my forehead against yours, "I remember how hard you got killing men, and you always enjoyed it when I fucked my kills."

I know you are right. "You want me to kill you, Dan, is it right? To use the sword or the dagger and then fuck your dead ass, as you always did, or to kill you while I fuck you."

"That is preferable to hanging, but you could run off with me or let me loose and see who kills who."

"I cannot run off with you. I am a loyal soldier." I look at you. "But you are right, Dan, I can free you.” I grab my knife, I go behind you, and I cut your rope. Then I take a second knife and I give it to you. "No pity, Dan."

"No pity and no regrets." I rub my wrists.

I wait a moment, and then I move quickly, aiming at your belly.

I jump back cock and balls swinging. "You always go for the belly" I step in, stabbing at your hairy belly, smiling.

I jump back, too. I don't know what I want. To kill you? Yes. To be killed? Yes. "I'll kill you, Dan. I'll open your belly, I'll fuck you and I castrate you!"

I grab my balls. "You want them.” I show them to you, as you look, I strike.

I could avoid the blade, but I realize that I want it.

It sinks in to your belly just to the right of your button.

I grunt. I nod. The pain stunning me. "Dan, you are... the best. Well done."

"Fucker, you wanted this!" I pull the knife and stab it in again.

I scream. "Yes... I wanted... you... to kill me..." I stagger. I fall against your body. "Dan!"

"I am going to fuck your dead ass, Brian, does that make you hard?"

I nod. My cock is really hard. "Leave my corpse... to the animals, Dan... It is... what... I deserve." Waves of pain.

I rip the knife out and plunge it into your belly just under the sternum "You like this, fucker.”

I grunt. The pain is unbearable, but my cock is so hard. "Yes... shit!"

I throw you to the ground, your belly a bloody mess, your cock hard. I tower over you "Stroke your meat as you die, you, piece of shit."

I touch my cock, my hand trembling. Suddenly there is a noise, you feel a strong pain in your back and the point of a spear protrudes from your belly.

“Gaaaagh!” I drop the knife and grab at the spear.

A second spear hits you in your back, making you to fall on me. Four men are approaching. A group of outlaws. You know them. They hate you.

Falling on you, the spear in my belly stabs into yours, I struggle to get up pushing up with my arms "You cowardly fucks."

They approach laughing. They grab their spears and they pull. You scream in pain. "Big Dan and a soldier, two pieces of shit". They grab you and move. They turn me on my belly. "Two asses to fuck!" One of them lay on you, one on me. They push their cock into our asses.

“Grrraaaw” I growl and fight, you fell a huge cock push into your ass.

I am too weak to react. My hand looks for yours. "Dying together, Dan..." The man fucks you with fury, his big cock ravaging your ass. He cums quickly and another one takes his place. "Time to die, Danshit!" He laughs.

My hand finds yours. “Together." I grunt as the next man mounts me and a second takes his turn with you.

The man fucking you grabs his knife, he lifts your chest and he pushes the blade into your heart, while he cums into your ass.

“Gaaah” I shoot my load as he fucks my heart and ass, he crows his kill, claiming he killed me, the others don't think so, the man on you pull your head back and cuts your throat as he cums in your ravaged ass.

I feel the last pain and I cum, too, my hand squeezing your hand. The men stand around us, their big cock dripping. They laugh. "Such a bloody mess!" They laugh again. They piss on our corpses. They turn them. "Look at Dan's cock! Fuck! He was a stallion!"

Still hard and wet with bull balls, they turn you over. "His wasn't too bad, either. Too bad they will never use them again.” They laugh.

They pass a rope under our armpits and they hang us from a tree. They look at our corpses, satisfied. My bowels coming out, your chest and belly with the bleeding wounds, both with hard cocks and low hanging balls.

They ride off laughing, leaving us for the crows.

Which epoch and which weapons?

hmm

Many thoughts , civil war, or maybe knights in armor.

All are good.

I would be interested in seeing how you deal with a man in armor

Hmmm. We'll try. Middle Age, perhaps in Palestine, the crusaders?

Sounds cool hot dark men in robes and a English knight.

Yes. I suppose you are the English knight. You arrived in Palestine with Richard Lionheart.

Here to liberate Jerusalem from the pagans.

Yes. And of course I am a Muslim warrior. From a hill I observe you. It's hot and in your armor it is certainly not easy for you.

Riding my horse down a trail on my way back to the fort, big man.

I smile. You won't arrive to the fort. This is your last day on earth, before spending the eternity in hell.

Moving slowly, looking around in the evening dusk, sweating under the armor.

I move silently down the hill. Then I throw my spear. It hits your horse in the neck.

He screams in pain, rearing up, throwing me to the ground, before he falls dying.

I hit the ground in a loud thud, armor clanging.

I laugh, satisfied. I know it will be very difficult for you to fight, afoot and with the armor.

I struggle to my feet, the armor heavy, I rush to my horse to grab my sword.

I slowly approach. I am not in a hurry. You cannot escape.

I grab my sword off my horse with a grunt, looking around I spy you approaching.

I move slowly, my sword in the right hand, a dagger in the left one.

I wipe sweat from my eyes, “I see you bastard , come and die.” I ready myself, my cock getting hard as I feel the rush start.

I nod. I attack and I retreat, moving quickly. I know that for you it is difficult to move quickly. You are sweating and cursing.

Making feints, trying to wear me out.

I attack, my sword touching your armor, then I retreat. I attack again and this time while I go back, I wound your right leg with my dagger.

I swing at you as you strike, damn you’re fast. I hiss in pain from the cut: “Fucker!”

"You are going to die, you bloody Christian. The wild animals will eat your corpse!" I attack again.

I step in trying to get a cut on you as you move.

But I move too quick for you. Your armor is too heavy, you are sweating. I move around, forcing you to turn, but it is not easy, with a wounded leg and an armor, to follow my movements.

I turn with you as fast as I can, I move closer to the body of the horse trying to limit your ability to get behind me.

I jump quickly, I am behind you again. my sword goes through your right knee. "You are a dead man."

“Aaagh!” I stagger and drop to one knee, panting hard in pain sweating buckets, I make a wild slash at you.

We both know you are a dead man, now. I am going to kill you. The idea makes me hard. I move the sword quickly and I hit your right wrist.

My sword falls to the ground with a thud. I grab my wrist. “Fuck!” I swear.

I kick you with my foot and you fall on the dirt with a thud. "Hell is waiting for you, Christian dog!"

I hit the dirt hard armor making noise. I roll onto my back looking up at you. I spit at you. “Fuck you, bastard.”

I nod. Looking at you, a big, massive warrior in a heavy armor, bleeding, sweating and cursing, makes me even harder.

Laying there, feeling like god has abandoned me, feeling sweat run down my body, my cock hard, I look at you defiant. You see a gap between my breast plate and cod piece.

I laugh and I move the sword. The point is now touching your skin where it is defenseless. I plunge the sword.

“Gaaaahh!” I cry out as the sword tears into my lower gut grabbing at the sword in my belly.

I laugh, in a frenzy of pleasure at my victory over a strong warrior. I look at you, screaming and bleeding and the lust arises in me.

I cough up some blood into my thick beard, eyes wide, my cock throbbing, knowing I’m going to die. I squirm pushing with my good leg trying to crawl away.

I shake my head. I kneel on you. I grab your sword and I throw it away. I begin to unfasten your armor.

I struggle to stop you, but getting weak.

I take your armor away, then I tear your clothes and you remain naked, your huge cock hard, bleeding and panting.

Big fucker with a hairy body, fur all the way from beard to bush sticking to my wet body, blood running down my sides.

My hands touch your hairy wet skin. It is almost a caress. I say: “I am going to fuck you, Christian.” I grab your cock. It is hot, big, hard. So strong.

“I always knew you were savages.” I grunt but you feel me shudder at your touch.

I smile. My right hand moves on your cock, my left one grabs your big hairy balls, squeezing them. "I'll fuck you, dog, like an animal." My throat is dry.

I moan as you grab my cock and balls, belly and chest flexing.

I take my black cloth away, remaining naked.

Eyes wide as I realize you’re actually going to fuck me, I cough some more blood up, cock dripping.

I put your legs on my shoulders and I move slowly my hard cock against your asshole. "Ready, Christian? Ready to be fucked by a faithful warrior? It's God's will."

I shake my head struggling weakly. “No, don't, kill me, you bastard!”

"I'll kill you, soon. You'll die with my cock into your ass, Christian" and I push my cock deep inside your ass, forcing your asshole.

“Fuck! I cry out in pain as you start to rape my tight ass.

You can feel my big cock ravaging your ass. I am sweating and laughing. I grab your nipples, tormenting them. I grab your balls, crushing them. I grab your hot cock.

Moaning and squirming under you, enjoying the pain, my cock slick with sweat and precum.

I am going to cum, too. My left hand crushes your balls and my right hand grabs the dagger. The point of the dagger is pressing against the skin of your chest, over your heart.

I swallow, knowing the end is at hand, heart beating hard, big chest breathing hard, I stare you in the eyes.

I slowly, very slowly, push the blade into your chest, while in a frenzy of pleasure a huge amount of hot load fills your ass.

My chest muscles flex hard as you press it in, eyes wide in pain, still staring at you, as you feel the blade start to quiver with the beat of my heart as you get close.

I press more and the blade goes through your heart. I look at your eyes widening. I smile in triumph.

As you push it through, you fell it lurch and falter, my body spasms under you, gripping your cock tight, I gasp taking in a couple of more lung full of air before going limp, my eyes go lifeless as you become my god of death.

I breathe hardly. It was the best fucking and the best killing of my life.. I slowly move, my cock leaving your ass. I stand, looking at you, at your big, hard cock, at your bleeding corpse, at your eyes looking at the hell.

Cum seeping from my cock, a couple of twitches from muscles trying to fight the death of the body.

I kneel between your legs. I look at your big, hard cock, at the cum on your belly.

Bright against the hairy belly some mingling with the blood, the cock still hard in death.

I look around. Nobody. I bend and I begin to lick every drop of your deathload on your belly. I hesitate, then I begin to lick your cock. It is good, it tastes of cum and sweat and piss.

Enjoying my English death cum.

Then my mouth leaves your cock. I look at it. I sit myself on your belly, feeling your hard cock under my ass.

Straddling the big hairy bear body between your hairy legs, blood seeping out around your dagger still in my heart.

I look around again. Then I grab your cock, keeping it vertical, and I slowly impale myself on it. A wave of pain, but also pleasure.

Letting my cock enter your ass, something you would never let me do alive, a secret pleasure.

Yes, nobody will know. But I enjoy this increasing pain, this increasing pleasure.

My big cock filling you pressing against your prostrate making you hard, as I continue to stare

I close my eyes, I move my ass up and down and finally I stop. Slowly, almost in a trance, I stand up. I look at the man at my feet, the man I killed, the man I fucked, the man who fucked me.

The glory of the kill, and claiming my body as your toy.

Piss starts to leak from my cock as my bladder releases

I kneel again and I drink it, savoring it.

Strong smelling.

When the piss stops, I stand. I kneel on you and I begin to severe your head. Your head and your armor will be my trophy.

Leaving my body to the desert, and gaining glory among your comrades.

But nobody will know that your cock fucked my ass and that I drank your piss. It will remain my secret.

And you eagerly await your chance to take another man alone in the night.