Neri

Executions

We ran south of the border, trying to get away, but the Mexicans have us trapped inside a house.

We know there is no way of escape. "Shit, Dan! Those bloody bastards. You know what they do to the prisoners..."

“Yeah, they drag us out and execute us, they will make us suffer.”

Puffing a cigar

I nod. In a battle it would have been better. But they'll execute us. The major, Santamaria, is a son of bitch.

“I have heard.” We hear footsteps running and two Mexicans charge in, blinking as their eyes adjust.

We fire immediately. They haven't the time to react. They spin and fall. I approach. I spit on one of the two, who is dying. "Shitbag!" I fish out my cock and I piss on his face, raging.

He sputters as you piss. I grab the other and drag him away from the door.

I look at you. "Why don't you leave him here, Dan?"

I wanted to search him away from the door. I start searching him.

“You going to finish that one.”

I look at you. "Ok, Dan" I bend. I grab my knife and I push it into the man's belly, twice. He screams. I push my knife into his crotch. He screams again, in agony. I laugh and I push the knife into his heart. I am hard, now.

I shake my head. “You’re just as brutal as these Mexicans fuckers”.

I laugh. "I think so, Dan. You are right. But they are just shit."

I laugh. We hear two more men charging in.

"Fuck!" We are ready to fire as soon as they'll appear.

A couple of sweaty bearded men burst in and we fire.

They fire back, but they miss us. They grunt, wounded. They try to stand, but one falls immediately and the other staggers and falls, too. I approach. Two strong, hairy men.

“Fuck! They may be shits, but their good looking men.” I puff my cigar and rub my crotch.

I look at you. I smile. "Yes, they certainly are." I bend on one of them, a big bear, black hair and black beard, great hands, bleeding from his belly. I unbuckle his belt and I lower his pants.

His cock pops out hard, big hairy balls.

I grab his cock, then his balls. Hairy, sweaty, dirty. I bend. I can smell the odor: sweat, piss, cum.

He groans as you grab his junk.

I smile. His cock is big and hard. I lick his dickhead, then I begin to suck it. I know you are looking at me. We are going to die. What does it matter?

He holds his belly breathing hard, bleeding and sweating.

I lick and suck, squeezing his balls. I feel you are just behind me, now.

Rubbing your ass, I pull your pants down.

I stop sucking the Mexican's cock. "Do it, Dan! We are going to die. I want to feel your big cock into my ass. Do it as you like it. No pity." I laugh and I go on sucking and licking, my hand beginning to crush the Mexican's balls.

He groans in pain, I spit on your ass and rub it in.

I leave the Mexican's cock and I groan. "Do it, Dan!" I want it, now, I want you to rape my ass.

I push my cock in slow.

I grunt in pain: your cock is so hard and big. But I want to feel it. "Go on, Dan!"

I push it in all the way, balls deep, the Mexican watching your face as you feel it.

A wave of pain, your cock is too big. I close my eyes. But I want it, I want this pain, that is also pleasure. "Shit, Dan! You are a bull!"

“Take it, fucker!” I start to pump.

I almost scream, wave of pain and pleasure running through my body. I look at the Mexican, who is staring at me. I grab my knife and I plunge it into his heart. Then I lay on his corpse, while you fuck my ass.

Slow at first, I pump then faster, the Mexican shoots a load on your chest as you kill him.

This is good. The feeling of the deathcum on my chest, the pain and the pleasure of your cock into my ass, the knowledge we are going to die.

Grunting, sweating, shirt open, hairy chest dripping with sweat.

I put my hands back, reaching your ass. I grab it. "Fuck me, Dan, fuck me!" I look at the Mexican's eyes, staring at the ceiling, empty. "This is good!"

My hands rubbing your back, pulling you onto my cock. Grunting smoke as I start to feel my load.

Pain and pleasure overwhelming me. I caress the dead body, I grab the hard dead cock under my chest.

Sticky with cum, but still hard. We hear boots.

"Shit!" I grab my gun. "Don't stop, Dan! It's good way of dying."

Fuck.

Pumping hard.

They come in.

I aim at the first and I fire, but they are too many. The man stumbles and falls. I feel you are going to cum.

Grunting and puffing my cigar, pounding your ass, balls slapping as more come in.

They look at us, astonished. They have their guns, ready to fire. "These two faggots!"

I raise my gun as I fuck. “Die well, Brian.” I fire into one of them.

I fire to and they begin to fire. You are on me and many bullets reach you: your back, your big ass. I take one in my right shoulder and two in my right leg.

I arch back as they put bullets in my big hairy back, I grunt as is start to shoot my deathload in your ass.

I feel it and I grunt in pleasure. "Farewell, Dan". They approach, they fire again into your back, filling it with bullets. Three go through your heart.

I shudder, my hard cock in your ass, as I collapse on you. They kick your gun away and laugh at you pinned under my body.

"Shitbags! You are just shit!" I know they are going to kill me, I am wounded, but my cock is hard and the feeling of your big, hard, hot and dead cock into my ass is great.

They roll me off of you. I flop over on my back, cock pulling out of your ass, as they grab you.

I look at you, your eyes wide open, your cock so big, dirty of my blood and my shit, the holes of the bullets. I smile.

They drag you away into the courtyard.

I cannot fight them back. They are too many. They are strong. My pants are lowered, my cock hard, they laugh at me. But they hate me.

They stand you against a wall.

I manage to stand. An officer approaches. He has a blindfold. "I don't need it, scumbag!" I spit on his face. He is furious. He kicks my balls with his knee. I grunt in pain.

He backs away as men move to cover you ,he signals and a couple of men drag my naked body into the courtyard.

I look at you and I smile. We'll be buried together or perhaps let to the wild animals or thrown in a latrine. It doesn't matter.

The commander rubs his sore balls. “You want to fuck, faggot?”

I look at him. I don't understand. He laughs.

He signals and a couple of guards drag you over and throw you down on me.

I nod. They want to amuse themselves. No problem. I move and I take your cock into my mouth. I begin to clean it, slowly, savoring it.

Covered in cum and sweat and blood.

The smell of my body strong.

My cock becomes even harder. I go on licking and cleaning. Then I put your legs on my shoulder. I look at your asshole. I smile.

Hairy ass exposed.

I lick your asshole, while the Mexicans laugh. Then I slowly push my cock through your asshole, deep into your ass.

Still tight and warm, you slide it in as I stare at the sun.

I fuck you, waves of pleasure running into my bleeding body. I am going to cum, when I hear. "Ready! Fire!"

They shoot, filling your chest and back with bullets.

I grunt in pain, but the pleasure is stronger and I shoot my deathload into your ass, while the bullets enter my body.

You shudder in pain and pleasure as you unload in my dead ass, then collapse on my belly and chest.

The officer approaches, smiling. He is hard. He sees I am dying. He bends and pushes his gun into my ass. He fires three times. The bullets go through my body and my heart and I lay still on you. He laughs. "Faggots."

He and his men piss on our bodies.

The officer says: "They don't deserve to be buried. They are only shit."

They grab our feet and drag us to the local latrine.

They push our corpses into the sludge, where we'll rot, chest to chest, belly to belly...

I wander the town, everyone scared of me.

You walk, no worrying: here nobody will dare to do anything to you. But suddenly, when you turn a corner, you see two dozens of Mexican soldiers. The border is not far, but what the fuck are they doing here?

Puffing on my cigar, I turn around and try to leave the area.

But three more soldiers appear and an officer, smoking a (bad) cigar. He smiles and he aims at you. "You follow us, Richards".

Looking around, I see no way to run, so I cooperate, "How can I help you sir?"

"Simply don't move". Two soldiers take your guns. Another one ties your hands behind your back. I smoke my cigar. I say: "Now, we can go back to Mexico". The soldiers bring the horses. They help you and when you are on the saddle, we leave the town.

Where are you taking me?" “I haven’t done anything in Mexico."

Testing my restraints.

"Some weeks ago you killed a young man, near Sonora.

"I did." I puff my gar. “I don't know what you’re talking about."

"He defied you and you killed him" A Mexican law-court has sentenced you to death.

"The hell you say?" "You can’t just come into the Us and take someone."

"No, of course we cannot." I laugh. "But we do it". We ride under a scorching sun through the desert. It's hot. You can see patches of sweat under my armpits.

My own armpits are drenched, my shirt partially open, sweaty hairy chest. “Fuck! Got any water, Capt.”

After three hours we stop at a little pond, where the men can drink, piss and rest a little. Two of my men help you to go down. You can drink, but your hands are roped behind your back.

“Do I get a drink” I ask.

"You can. Lay on the ground on the border of the pond and drink"

“Thanks.” I mutter. I kneel down then get on my belly to slurp up some water.

I look at you drinking like an animal. I laugh. I fill my water-bottle, I drink again. Then I piss against a rock.

I watch you piss, get to my feet. "Hey, I need to piss"

I laugh. "Piss yourself, man". I laugh again and I look at you.

“Fuck that!” I mutter, “You’re going to kill me, at least let me have a little dignity.”

Two men help you again to mount your horse and we leave. Three more hours under the sun, my shirt wet, all the men sweating, but we reach the first Mexican town.

Shirt soaked with sweat, pants soaked in the crotch.

We reach a large grey building, barracks. Two men bring you in a cell. Little room, no windows, it stinks of sweating and piss.

Look around. “Only the best”, I comment.

After one hour I enter the cell. I have a knife. "You'll be executed tomorrow morning, but tonight I want to amuse myself". I laugh again. I puff my cigar and I blow the smoke into your face.

“And what do you have in mind Capt.?”

I don't answer. Moving the knife, I tear your shirt. I look at your big, hairy chest. I nod.

Hands still bound behind my back, I stand there, chest expanding as I breathe.

We both smell strong of sweat.

"They say you fucked your victims after killing them. I'll fuck you alive, son of bitch." I unbuckle your belt and I lower your pants. I force you to lay your chest on the straw mattress.

I try to resist.

I am strong and your hands are roped. I manage to force you to lay as I want. I look at your ass. Beautiful, large, hairy ass. A male ass. Sweat on it.

Grunting as I squirm, my own cock hard, and my balls heavy.

I push my cock through your asshole. Big, hard cock. Deep into your ass. I grab your balls. I squeeze them gently, then harder. I like the feeling.

Moan in pain and pleasure, “Fuck me” I whisper “Fuck me hard!”

"Sure, asshole, sure!" I move, pushing my cock deep into your innards and then retiring, squeezing your balls harder and harder, almost crushing them, pumping merciless, feeling your body, hot, sweating, feeling your smell.

Laying naked my hairy back sweaty as you pump my ass.

I go on pumping your ass, pressing my body against yours, enjoying this savage riding and slowly crushing your balls.

“You’re a dirty fucker” I mutter as you lean close.

"Yeah! The last fucker you meet in your life." I go on pumping, but the pleasure is becoming too strong. I grunt and I fill your ass of cum, while I am crushing your balls.

Moaning as you fill me, my balls in delightful pain

It was great. I liked fucking your ass. I would do it again and again, but you must die. I leave you. I look at your ass, some cum dripping from it... I breathe slowly. Then I begin to piss on your head and on the straw-mattress.

Sputter as you piss, I roll onto my back and slip my hands under my ass and in front of me as I look at you.

I look at you, puzzled. “What the fuck are you doing?”

I kick the knife from your hand and slip behind you my bound hands across your throat.

I move quickly. I bend, lifting you and throwing you on the piss-soaked mattress. I kick your face three times and I grab your hand.

Shaking my head as you grab my hand, both of us hard.

With my knee I kick your balls, one, two, three times.

I curl up trying to protect my balls.

I force you to yield. I grab the knife. I rise. "You'll pay for this, you, bastard". But I look at your body, at your hard cock, at the blood on your lips and beard and I think that I never saw such a man.

Even beaten I exude a masculine charm. And sex.

I lift my pants and I go to the door of the cell. "Bring this piece of shit to the wall. I'll execute him now". Four soldiers enter. They grab you. "Tie his hands behind his back". They obey.

I struggle, but they overpower me. Drag me naked out to the wall.

I take out my shirt, torn and wet. I follow you. They force you in front of the wall. The sun is going down. "Do you want a blindfold, son of bitch?"

“Do you?” I ask smiling.

I shake my head. I admire you and I think you are a real male. "Pablo, bring a handkerchief and piss on it." The soldier is perplexed, but he obeys.

I stand in the sun, hairy sweaty body, cock and balls hanging.

Pablo pisses on the handkerchief. "Use it to blindfold the prisoner". He does it. Piss running from that blindfold on your face, mixing with sweating and blood. "Pablo, bring my dog". Pablo obeys. I smile. "Your balls are for my dog, bastard!"

I frown, “Do I get any last requests, Capt.?”

"What do you want, man?"

“A last cigar would be all, sir.”

I nod. I admire you. I send Pablo to bring a cigar and when is ready, I put it into your lips. I can smell your sweat, the piss. I am intoxicated. "Time to die." I say, low.

“I hope your guards can shoot straight.”

"No guards. I'll do it myself. And it won't be short" I smile. But you don't seem troubled.

Puff on the gar. “Wish I could fuck you, Capt.”

I smile. I say, very low, "I wish it, too, but it is too late, man. Time to die, now" I am just in front of you and, hidden by my body, my hand caresses your cock and squeezes your aching balls.

I jump at the unexpected touch, blow smoke out my nostrils and moan at the touch.

I look at you. I smile. I leave your ass and balls. I withdraw. I grab my gun. "Ready, fucker?"

“Would it matter if I said no?”

I laugh. "I would like to hear yes, because you are a man."

Take a deep draw of smoke, stand straight cock getting hard, and I nod. “Do it.”

I savor this moment, and then I press the trigger. The bullet hits you just over the bellybutton.

I jump at the sound, then grunt and bend over, as blood starts to run from the hole.

Still smoking, I straighten back up.

I admire you and my cock is hard. I look at you and I fire a second time. The bullet enters your bladder, just near your hard cock.

“Gahh!” I moan, piss runs from my cock arching in a stream, blood mingled in it. “Fuck!” I mutter, after a moment. I straighten up again, shaking but still a man, sweat covering my hairy body.

I am so hard that I would like to fuck you here, on the spot, but it is not possible. I aim at your upper belly and I fire again.

Grunt and stagger back a step, belly heaving in pain, blood running from three holes. Now my hard cock and balls dripping blood. I puff hard on the cigar, blowing clouds of smoke as I keep my feet.

"How many can you stand? Fuck!" I aim at your chest, right side, and I fire.

I spin around as the bullet hits; I sink to my knees coughing up blood around my cigar. You look at my back, the bullet went clean through. Blood runs down my back, I struggle back on my feet facing the wrong way.

I look at your back, blood dripping. I look at your hairy ass, a mad desire in me. I move, but after a step I stop. Four of my men are here. I cannot, not in front of them. "You go to the storehouse and bring some ropes" They go away, but it is senseless. They'll be back in a few minutes. I reach you, my body touching yours.

I shiver at your touch, sucking on the cigar, “You can kill them, you know, then you can have my body like you desire” I rasp.

It is madness, it is madness. I push a finger into your asshole. I press the gun against your skin where the heart is. I have to do it, now.

I lean into the gun, my ass flexing as you probe.

“Do it!” I whisper.

I nod. "I am going to fire. The last bullet, now. You are a man, such a man."

I nod, take in as much smoke into my lungs as I can manage.

I move my finger in your ass, a wave of pleasure mounting in me. "Now, now."

I clench my ass on your finger, the gun against my back.

"Farewell". I fire. I look at the hole in your back, at your body staggering, my finger still into your ass.

Stagger, step, the bullet going clean through my heart and out my chest.

You feel me shudder, my ass clenching, cum shoots out to hit the ground followed by me as I fall forward with a thud.

I look at your corpse. My men are arriving. I hate them. "Turn him face up". It is not easy to turn you, you are heavy, but they manage. They laugh when they see your huge hard cock and the cum. I grab my knife and I cut your balls. Pablo brings my dog. I throw your balls to him. He begins to chew them. The men laugh.

Big virile bear of a man, now meat by your hand.

I look at your cock. I bend, I sever it. I feel it, hard and hot. "Turn this piece of shit on his belly." The men obey. I look at your ass; I push your cock through your asshole into your ass. The men laugh again. I hate them.

Mutilated and humiliated by my killer, dirt sticking to my hairy sweaty body

“Bring him to the latrine". The men free your hands and then they tie the ropes to your wrists and to your ankles. Swearing and sweating, they drag you to the latrine. Smell of piss and shit. "Throw him inside". They take the ropes out and they push you into the latrine. You fall. Only a part of your hairy ass in visible out of the shit. "He had what he deserved."

The men look at you, but move off to get ready to leave.

"Go!" They leave. I open my pants and I grab my hard cock. I cum soon and my cum falls on your dirty ass. Then I piss on you and I leave the latrine.