Neri

Dan Bearhunter

Good. We are fighting against those bloody Saxons.

Savage bastards.

Yes. They hate us. They think we are beasts. They humiliate us.

Getting ready for some kind of mission tomorrow.

Yes. There are some Saxons in our land. They explore. They are preparing to attack.

Cleaning my armor, "You ready for this?"

I nod. "Of course, Dan. I hope to kill those bloody bastards"

"Good, that's the spirit." I am wearing nothing but trousers as I get my armor and weapons ready, sweating a little, smoking a pipe.

I look at your big body, at the drops of sweat on your hairy chest. As always, I am aroused looking at you, but I try to hide the bulge in my trousers.

I hang the armor up and sit with my blade between my legs, cleaning it and sharpening it. I look at you staring "Problem?"

I shake my head. I smile. "No, Dan. Just looking at you preparing your weapons. That blade has killed many men. And it'll kill many more. It is an honor for them, an honor our enemies don't deserve."

I chuckle blowing smoke from my nose. "You got some pretty lofty ideals about fighting, son."

"Why do you say this?"

I lean back stretching, "There is no real honor in fighting and killing son. When you do it long enough, it just becomes either pleasure or pain."

I shake my head again, perplexed. "I know that fighting and killing is pleasure. And pain, too. And often both. I like killing and I am not afraid of pain. But being killed by a great warrior is a real honor, the best way of dying. I would like to be killed by a real man."

I look at you, intently puffing my pipe. As I watch you I move my blade from between my legs and then adjust my cock and balls.

I try to smile, I am troubled. I look at your trousers that your hand moves. I add: "And of course, it would be an honor to kill a real warrior, like you, Dan."

I smile "Would it now?" "Why is that?" I watch, I noticed you look at my crotch and you blush when you talk about me.

I smile, trying to hide my embarrassment. "But... Of course... to kill a great warrior... is a great honor. And to be killed by a real man, too..."

I smile and put a paw on your knee. "You’re starting to ramble, son, do I fluster you that much?"

I look at your big paw. I try to smile. "Dan, you are a great warrior. You... Oh, fuck!"

I take the pipe from my mouth and lean in and plant a kiss on you.

I can hardly breathe. "Fuck, Dan... I... you..."

Keeping close, "Have you ever acted on these feelings before?"

I shake my head. "No, Dan. A real warrior... a real warrior cannot..."

"Can’t what? Fuck another man?" "Bullshit"

I place my hand on your cock and balls.

My hard cock stiffens even more. "Dan... A warrior can fuck a defeated enemy, he is his prey. But to accept to be fucked..."

"Fucking your kill is the last act of dominance and humiliation over your foe." "Being fucked willingly doesn't matter one fucking bit."

I am perplexed. "No, I don't think so. No, it isn't so. A warrior fucks his enemy before or after killing him. But he cannot accept to be fucked."

"Why?" I lean back and puff my pipe.

"Because... because it is... The one who fucks is the real man, the other... he deserves death."

"So you can’t fuck me if you have not killed me, and the same back to you?"

I look at you. "Dan... We are not enemies... we are warriors... we... oh, shit, Dan!"

"Yes" "Would it surprise you to know I have fucked many men both alive and dead?"

"No, of course. Enemies... I did the same, of course."

"I have been fucked as well"

I stand, suddenly. "You, you? The best warrior, the real male... It is not possible. I don't believe it. Were you captured by the Saxons?”

"Sit down and lower your voice" "NO, I was not captured by the Saxons, I hate them more than you can know"

"Sorry, Dan. I... I didn't think... It seems impossible... I cannot think that a man like you... You are our best warrior."

"I have lots of experience, in war and fucking"

"Like now, I would fuck you but I would also let you fuck me"

I close my eyes. I look at you. "Dan, I... I want it, too, but I am not sure I can accept it."

I lean back puffing my pipe "Ok, I won’t push, I was responding to your obvious attraction to me" I pull my cock out and play with it "What are your thoughts on blow jobs?"

I close my eyes. Then I open them. "Ok, Dan, you won. I think that this means death for one of us, but it's OK." I slowly strip. I am naked, my cock hard, looking at you.

I admire your strong hairy body "You’re a good-looking man Brian, what’s your pleasure?"

I kneel in front of you. I look at your big cock. I take it in my mouth and I begin to suck it. I am not very good at it, but I manage to do it.

I rub my belly and chest and your head as you suck. "Not bad for your first time.”

I go on sucking. I slowly move my hands, playing with your heavy balls. I caress them, I squeeze them gently. Then I stop. I look at you. I move and I get on all four.

I look at you "You sure?" "I am pretty big."

I nod. I know I want it. "Don't worry, Dan. I can endure pain. I can face death."

"That's the warrior I know" I get on my knees behind you, spit on your ass crack to lube it.

I wait. I know I want it. I am not afraid. I know it will be painful. And I know what will follow. But I accept it all.

Hands on your hips, I pull you onto my cock slow.

I grind my teeth. It's like a blade entering my ass. But I don't say a word.

"Feels like I am putting a spear up your ass, but I touch my balls to yours when it’s all in.”

I am sweating. The pain is terrible and I think it is better so. I wanted it and I have what I deserve.

Slowly I start sliding in and out.

The pain increasing, but there is pleasure mixing with it. And shame.

I move faster as I start to enjoy it.

I grunt, pain increasing, pleasure too, shame stronger.

Sweat beading up, I grunt as I near my load, I reach under and grab your cock.

I am sweating, too. Hell in my ass, your hand on my cock like a burning ember. My cock hard, now.

Talking soft, "That's a nice cock you got there", stroking it.

Shame and rage, pleasure and pain. I don't answer. Your heavy body on mine, your huge cock into my ass, your hand on my cock.

I grunt and start filling you with my cum, still stroking you.

I feel your cum filling my innards. And your hand stroking my cock brings me to pleasure. "Shit!"

I feel you throb and stroke faster.

My pleasure explodes. The strongest orgasm in my life. The last. I cum with your cock into my ass, my ass full of your semen. "Shit!"

I pull out and let you go, sit on my bunk catching my breath.

I slowly move. I stand, your cum running down from my asshole. I look at you.

I smile "did you enjoy it?"

I nod. "Yes, Dan. I did. And now it is time to end what you began. Take your sword. Or your dagger."

I puff my cigar and place my hand on my dagger.

I nod. I smile. "You are the best warrior, Dan. It is an honor."

I sit there "What you going to do?”

"Time to die, Dan, for one of us."

"I can see you’re embarrassed"

"You had what you wanted. I had it, too, because I wanted it, too. And now we have to fight."

I roll my eyes. “Still hung up on killing" I stand dagger in hand.

I grab my dagger, too. I look at your big, strong body, at the huge cock that was in my ass, at your heavy balls. I attack.

I act like I am defending myself. But leave myself exposed.

I could kill you, but my dagger only scratches your thigh. Some blood flows.

I look at it, then back at you, "You’re not even trying." "Alright fucker, you want my ass? The ass of a great warrior? Then kill me" I make a slash at your left arm.

I avoid it. I want to die, but you don't want to kill me, you accept to be killed. I shake my head.

I move in close, grab your throat, "If you don't kill me, son, and then I get to fuck you again and let everyone know you’re a gutless bitch."

I look at you. I nod. You leave my throat. I kiss you, deep, and while I kiss you, I stab your belly, once, twice, three times, my blade going deep into your gut.

I grunt with the stabs, you taste blood before I step back. "Not dead yet, fucker."

"But you'll be soon" I attack again. I stab your chest, twice. You stagger.

Stagger back, legs against bunk, coughing up blood, arms wide, "Do it."

I nod. I approach. I look at you. I kiss you again and I plunge my blade into your heart.

I grab you tight by the shoulders as you stab me, pull away from your kiss and wink before collapsing dead, cock spurting.

I look at your body. I nod. I kneel. It is not easy to put your legs on my shoulders, because you're heavy, but I am strong. I look at your asshole. My dickhead presses against it and then I plunge my cock into your ass.

Warm and tight, not your first dead ass.

I fuck you, caressing your dead body, playing with your cock and balls and pumping furiously.

Body jiggling, eyes staring.

I go on fucking your dead ass, until I cum into you. Then I put your legs on the dirt and I lay on your body.

Feeling my entire body against yours.

I remain so, to feel the warmth of your body that slowly vanishes.

You relax, worn out from all the action, fall asleep on me, then you get woken up by a hand on your back and my voice: "Feel better?"

I open my eyes. I look at you, astonished. "What... what the fuck... Dan!?"

"Yes." "Now, don't panic."

"What… I killed you, Dan... You forced me to kill you... Dan, are we both dead?"

"No, we both live, although we go to battle today, so who knows later"

I look at you. "It is not possible. It wasn't a dream."

"Many and strange are the wonders of this world, I happen to be one"

I shake my head. Then I kiss your mouth. "Why didn't you kill me, Dan? I wanted it."

"I have killed many men, and some even while I fucked them, but to kill you because you felt ashamed? No, you will die with the honor you crave, on the battlefield.

I nod. "To be killed by you would be the greatest honor, but will meet our fate in the battle."

“Yes and we should get ready.”

"Yes." We take our weapons. I am quite confused, thinking about what happened, you fucking me, me killing you, me fucking you and finally you being still alive.

As we move towards battle, "You need to get your mind on the battle, son, I will explain when I can."

I look at you. I nod, but I think it's better for me to die in the battle.

The two armies find each other and battle commences.

I fight near you. I kill a Saxon, pushing my sword through his heart, then a second and a third.

I kill 5 with a passion you admire, guts spilled, hearts impaled.

You fight like a lion and kill a lot of them, but they are too much and our men are dying. Only a few of us survive.

Still outnumbered, they try to separate and isolate us, you and I are alone with four of them, bearded and rough looking, our cocks hard. "Come, Brian, let us slay these four and fuck them."

"OK, Dan." I manage to kill one of them, pushing my sword into his breasts up to the hilt.

I kill two, slashing the throat of one and my sword in the heart of the other.

Only one man survives. He looks at us and, afraid, he turns and runs. I grab a spear and I throw it. The spear goes through his back and he falls.

"Good throw" I kick the one I impaled over.

"We killed them, but our tribe has been defeated, Dan."

I kneel and start to strip my kill. "This battle is lost, but the war continues." “I have seen much of this in my centuries.”

I nod. "You can die and come back to life; you'll see victory and defeat. You'll have a new tribe. But it was my only tribe, Dan".

My tribe is gone slaughtered by these Sax bastards, you can find another, "You going to claim that kill."

I shake my head. You are immortal and you cannot feel what I feel. I strip and I choose the second man I have killed, a strong bear. I strip him; I look at the dark hair all over his body.

I pull out my cock and thrust it in my kill, "You think because I live so long I am heartless?" I have lost more than you will ever know." "You can die and end the torment; I get to remember it all"

I nod. "I understand, Dan. Sorry. Yes, as you say, death can end my suffering." I push my cock into the dead man's ass and I begin to fuck him. "It's good to fuck a dead enemy's ass. It was good fucking your ass, too. You were right, Dan."

"Yes, your ass was good." We fuck, as more Saxons start searching the woods for wounded and survivors.

I finally cum into the dead man's ass. I look around. I see many Saxons slowly coming towards us. They haven't seen us yet. "Time to die, Dan. They are coming. It was great to fight with you, to kill you and to fuck your ass. It was even greater to be fucked by you."

I finish fucking, stand dripping. "You could run." "I could fight them to let you escape."

I shake my head. "Do you think I am a coward, Dan?" I laugh. "But you can do something for me."

"No" "I never thought that." "What would you have of me?"

"The greatest honor will be being killed by the greatest warrior."

I look sad “I understand."

"Death is my fate, I am not immortal. But I am glad I met you, Dan." I grab my sword, my cock standing at attention again.

I salute you and come at you.

This time fight really, trying to kill you.

We engage as two naked warriors swords flashing and clashing the noise drawing attention, I make move for your belly.

I let the sword plunge into my belly, with such force, that it goes out of my back. "Dan! Thanks."

Blood runs, I pull it out. "Swift travels" and stab you again.

I grunt in pain, but my cock stiffens. When you pull the sword out again. I move. Confused, I turn. You grab me from behind and you plunge it in my back. I can see the point coming out from my belly. "Dan!" But the blood comes out from my mouth.

Holding you against me, as I feel you dying. "Good bye, friend."

I slowly nod. As I go limp, my last feeling is your huge cock pressing against my ass. It's a good way of ending.

I stare at the enemy. "Well, come meet your fate."

There are many warriors. You let my body drop. They don't understand why you killed me, but it doesn't matter. They have spears. Five of them throw them. They pierce your chest and belly, throwing you on the ground, on my body.

Lying on top of you bleeding and gripping at the spears, both cocks hard as I spit blood and curse them in their own language.

They approach. They laugh. One of them takes his sword. "Two more shitbags had what they deserved." He plunges his sword into your heart.

“Gaaahh” I cry out defiant, but slip into the dark, cum leaking.

They look at our bodies. They laugh and they go on, looking for other men to kill.

When I awaken, I look down on your body, and then walk away.

Towards a new life.

I need a beer

I think so. After three days riding in the desert, with the rotting corpse of an outlaw, you need something to drink. But I think you'll go the sheriff first, he wants to see your prey.

Yeah, can’t leave a body on the horse in this sun, I grab the horse and lead it to the sheriff's office.

They told me you arrived. I go out and look at you. "Shit, Dan! You always bring them dead. You know I like to see them hanging, dancing from the gallows." I pat the dead man's naked ass. You fucked him, I suppose, but now... it stinks."

"Yeah, I know what you want." I pat the ass "But they have yet to volunteer to come peacefully and, yes, I fucked him."

My hand caress his ass, a finger probes his asshole. "I know it and you know I like doing the same, perhaps..." I laugh "a little dirtier, after a hanging, but that one stinks. And..." I laugh again "…you stink too, Dan. But not so bad."

"Yeah, covered in sweat and shit from the trail." "Where do you want him?"

"The undertaker. I come with you." The undertaker is at the end of the little town.

I lead the way with the horse.

I follow you, looking at your massive body, at your broad shoulders, at your big ass and at the naked dead man.

I light a smoke and keep moving.

I smell the cigar, your sweaty body, the dead man. My cock is stiffening. I look at your big neck. I think that hanging you would be great: a really show. I laugh.

We get to the undertaker’s; I grab the body over my shoulder and head up the steps.

"Wait, Dan. Jim is not here, now. Better to put the body in the old barn behind."

“Hmmph, ok.” I head around back.

I follow you. The barn is what remains of an old farm. Large building, which the undertaker uses as a warehouse.

Carry the dead man inside look around.

A large space, almost fresh in this hot day. I look at you. I smile. "Next outlaw, he should be alive. I want a good dance."

"I will try, but once they know it’s a hanging, they tend to fight." "And bringing them in alive may get me killed."

I nod. "Yes, I understand." Then I smile "But a rotting corpse... Fuck! You know I have my tastes, but I need fresh flesh."

I set the body down, then turn and look at you "Fuck, I know your taste, yours runs like mine, but I am the one hunting and killing them. You got an outlaw nearby, I can get for you, point him out."

I nod. "Yes, there is William Blackhand, not far from here." I smile. "But before you go on hunting, we could amuse ourselves a little..."

I puff my gar "What you got in mind?"

I smile. I take my shirt off. "What do you think?"

“You don't mind a stinky bear, then I am game" I strip off my sweat soaked shirt.

I laugh. "You know my tastes, Dan. You stink and this is good. You are still alive, but it is not a problem." I laugh "Man cannot have anything he wants." I laugh again and I lower my pants.

I smile as I smoke and look at your cock, I always liked it. I remove my gun and undo my belt. “Yeah, alive is good too.”

"Good. I know that the day you'll kill me, you'll fuck my ass. I like the idea." I laugh again. I am naked, now, my cock hard.

“Hell, yeah, I’ll fuck you, alive or dead” I drop my pants and step close blowing smoke in your face.

I cough. I kneel. I look at your huge cock. I sniff. Certainly not clean. I take it in my mouth. I can taste it.

I moan deep in my chest as your mouth grips my cock.

I begin to suck it, tasting the piss, the jism, the sweat. My hands on your ass, playing with your fur.

Rubbing your head, feeling your beard on my balls, your hands in my crack.

A finger playing and reaching your asshole, going in. The other hand playing with your big balls.

“Fuck, yeah. This feels good, been a while since any living man gave me attention.”

I leave your cock. "A dead man to fuck is good, but a living one is good, also." Then I move behind you. Now my hands play with your cock and balls and my tongue lick your asscrack. I can smell it. Strong smells.

Three days in the desert wiping my ass with leaves, sweaty and shit strong in it, I lean over on some hay to expose my ass.

I go on licking, cleaning it. Then I stand. You can hear a voice: "Don't move, Dan." The barrel of a gun against your back.

I freeze "What the fuck?"

I grab your hands and I tie them with a rope. I tie them tight, so you can't free yourself.

What the hell are you doing Brian?"

"I will explain you, Dan. You can stand, now." There is a noose that hangs from a top beam and a stool. "I've always wanted to see you hanged, Dan. I believe that with a neck as strong as yours, your agony will be long. Jim will cash the reward for the bandit. And I'll watch you die and then fuck you."

"Are you nuts? If you kill me, who will go get William Blackhand and others for you?"

"Someone else. Sorry, Dan, but I want it." Jim and I grab you and force you on the stool. "Ready to die, Dan? Give me a long dance."

"Holy fuck, no, I don't want this" I try to struggle.

I kick the stool and you hang.

“Gggkkk” I choke as my throat is cut off, my cigar falls and eyes go wide, legs kicking.

I look at you, my cock so hard that it seems it is going to explode. I look at your face reddening, at your desperate movements, at the saliva dripping from your mouth, the mucus from your nose, while you move the legs in a long dance.

Spinning and kicking, cock hard, I try to get air, but my neck muscles bulge and can’t get me any. My hairy body starting to twitch and convulse.

Your movements become slower. I approach. I take your huge cock, so hard, so stiff, and hot, in my mouth.

I jerk as you touch it, you feel a rumble deep in my chest, no longer kicking, just twitching and jerking.

My hands on your ass, my mouth on your dickhead, waiting. I feel your body jerking. You are dying.

My face red, eyes wide, tongue swollen, I give a big convulsion and cum starts to shoot as I go still.

I drink every drop of it. Never tasted anything so good. I lick and suck, you are still now and I feel in my mouth your piss flowing. I drink it. Strong smell of shit.

Body drains as you enjoy it hanging there, balls heavy.

"You can go, Jim!” Jim goes away. He'll have the reward for the outlaw you killed. I cut the rope and I draw you to a table. You're heavy, but I manage to put your chest on the table. Your legs reach the floor. I look at your ass. Quite dirty, of course, but I like it. I slowly push my hard cock into your hole.

Tight even dead, but you pop in and slide balls deep as I lay there, dead meat for you to enjoy.

I go on fucking, my hands playing with your huge balls, caressing your dead ass, my cock going deep inside and out.

Still warm, body moving with the thrust of your cock, balls heavy in your hands.

And finally I cum, in the best orgasm of my life. I lay on your body for a while, and then I stand. I look at your dirty ass. I look at my cock and balls, shit on them. I smile. I grab you and I draw you to a corner. I sit you on the floor, your back against the wooden wall. I take my gun and I wait.

Sitting there naked, waiting to see if the rumors are true.

I smile. I feel well, so well like never in my life. I satisfied my darkest desire. Or perhaps only one of them.

Watching as my cock stays hard, then with a twitch my eyes close and I take a breath.

I smile. I was sure it would be so. Many people told me you were dead, but you always came back alive.

As you watch, my tongue goes back in my mouth, the red marks on my neck disappear, my body looks healthy.

I smile and I wait, patiently. I look at my dirty cock and balls, at your huge cock and balls, at the old barn.

With a deep breath and gasp I awake, eyes open. I look around and when I see you I stare.

"How are, Dan? How is it to come back from death?"

“Hmm, always a bit surprising, never know for sure I will, so now what?”

"Now, Dan, I'll kill you a second time. As you can see, I enjoyed your ass. Next, I'll enjoy your cock. Then, it will be up to you, Dan. Stand up."

I climb to my feet, big bear big target.

I look at you. I smile. First bullet, under your navel.

BAM

“Uugh” stagger back against the wall, blood running into my bush.

I fire again. The second bullet in your chest, right side.

I cough as the bullet tears into my right pec and lung, blood and hair; I sag against the wall staring at you with anger. "You’re a fucker."

"You enjoy killing, Dan. For me it's the same." Third bullet in your lower belly, near the hard cock.

I arch against the wall in pain, cry out "Aaagh fuck", cock hard and covered with blood.

Fourth bullet goes exactly through your navel.

I stagger, knees almost fail, and I grab a hold of a stall board to keep from falling, my body a hairy bloody mess, cock dripping.

"You are a real man. And a real bull, Dan. Time to end." I approach, the barrel of the gun against your chest, over the heart. "Ready, Dan?"

I look you in the eyes. “See you again soon.”

I smile. "I know, Dan. I know." I fire. The bullet goes through your heart.

At this range it tears through my heart and out my back. I grab you groaning and shaking as I struggle, gasping and gurgling before my eyes roll back and I sigh, collapsing against you as I shoot my load.

I almost cum. I kneel and I begin to lick every drop of your cum, tasting it. Then I put you on your back on the floor and I sit on your cock. I grab it, I out it upright and I slowly impale myself on it. Quite painful, but wonderful.

Sitting on my bloody body, eyes staring, big chest mangled and still as my hard cock stretches you.

I caress your hairy chest, where blood and sweat mix. I move my ass up and down, enjoying your cock. Up and down, up and down, until I cum.

Your cum shooting across my belly and chest.

Then I stand, stunned. I look at your big dead body, at your chest, the holes of the bullets in it, blood and sweat, at your cock, now dirty. I grab a knife and I free your hands. I take the gun and the knife and I put them away, near the dresses. I sit and I wait.

Time passes, as you watch my body slowly pushes the bullets out where they roll off my body, then breathing starts again and eyes close.

I smile, waiting. It was the best day in my life. Will it be the last? Probably so.

I take a deep breath and awake, sitting up looking around.

"How are you, Dan?" I smile.

I spit blood out, and look at you, feeling my body, "Still alive." "What no knife?"

I laugh. "Do you want the knife, too? For me it's OK."

"I was just checking you hung and shot me, the knife would seem to be next." I stand still covered in dried blood and cum.

"Dan, I needed it. You are the best man and the best stallion I ever saw. I wanted to see you hanged and then fill your body of bullets. As I told you, if you want the knife, for me it's OK."

I look around "You seem calm" I walk closer.

"I am, Dan. I accept my fate. If you want revenge, I know you'll have it. I cannot kill you forever. And if I have to be killed, well, Dan, I cannot imagine a better killer. It's up to you."

"I see." I walk over to my gear and pull out a cigar and light it, you watch me walk naked.

I look at your big body, at your force, at your big hands, at your huge cock. Fuck! Such a man!

I smoke and look at you "I am tempted to keep you around, but I also want to kill you and fuck that ass." “You know of course that I can’t have Jim around, he watched you kill me"

"So you’ll have to kill him, I suppose. Why not?"

I stand very close to you. "How should the two of you die?"

I smile, my heart beating. I look at your big body, at your large face, at your huge dirty dick. "I chose how to kill you, Dan, so you can choose. I think I would like to feel your big paws around my throat, but... you decide. Jim... no problems, for me it's the same. But I would like to see you strangling him, this is true."

“Then go get him.”

I nod. I stand. I look at my body. Jim will see my cock and balls full of shit, but he knows my tastes. And he'll die soon. I go out in the courtyard, naked. I knock at the door. Jim opens it. "Come to help me with the body, Jim."

“Sure” he follows you.

"Where is it?” He looks around.

I grab him "I am right here."

"Fuck, Dan! You were dead!"

"Was" I grab him by the neck.

"No, please, it was the sheriff..." But he cannot go on. He tries to stop you, putting his hands on your big arms, but it is useless.

My arms bulge and I lift him up against the wall.

He tries to free himself, but he cannot. He moves desperately his legs, kicking you, then he cannot resist anymore. His body goes limp. He pisses himself.

I finish him with a quick snap of the neck, before dropping him.

I am hard again, you too. I smile. "It was great, Dan. You are the best killer, but I knew it." I stand in front of you, naked and smiling, my cock hard and dirty.

I stand looking at you, slide my hands up your belly and chest.

I like the feeling of your hands on my body. It's good, even if I know they are my killer's hands.

I push you back against the table you first fucked me.

I don't try to resist accepting my fate.

You lay back on your back, your legs wrapped around my waist as I push inside you.

I grunt. For the second time in the day I feel your huge cock forcing my asshole. The pleasure is strong. I smile. "You arrived quite dirty, but you'll go out even dirtier."

“I will wash” I start fucking and slip my paws around your neck.

The feeling of your big cock into my ass is great. Painful, but great. "What will you do of my body, Dan?"

Grunting as I thrust "Sadly there will be a barn fire in which you and Jim died"

"Good, Dan. I'll burn with your seed in my ass, your shit on my cock and balls, your sweat on my body."

"Yes, you will" "And I will get the best fuck I can out of you, it’s always better when they die on your cock"

"Yes, Dan. You gave me the greatest pleasure in my life, today, now enjoy yourself. You can do what you want, I know."

"Yes, you delivered yourself to my hands" I thrust hard and close my grip on your throat.

I grunt. Pain in my ass, pain in my neck, breathing becomes difficult.

Fucking you faster and harder, making your body jerk as I impact my balls on your ass, grip cutting off the last of your air.

My lungs are burning now, my neck aches, my ass too. My hands grab your arms, trying to free my neck, but it is too late. The world disappear and I cum for the last time.

Your cum starts, your ass clenching on my cock as you twitch and convulse as you die.

I lay lifeless, while you go on fucking me.

Eyes staring, tongue out, I growl deep as I fill you with cum.

The big bear cumming into his prey's ass.

Breathing hard sweaty, I puff my gar, grab Jims body and drag it to a stall.

My body lays on the table, dirty and lifeless, my eyes staring.

Strip Jim

Nice hairy, strong body.

“Too bad” I mutter as I feel his body, then I grab you.

Limp in your arms.

You were fun while it lasted; I give you a smoke filled kiss before I lay you on Jim, your hands at his throat.

As I had strangled him.

Had to give a reason for the broken neck, I place your gun in Jim's hand.

Grab a lantern and dump kerosene all over your bodies.

Kerosene mixing with our sweat.

Get dressed, puff my cigar nice and hot and toss it in the kerosene soaked hay around your bodies.

In a few seconds, the barn is burning. Our bodies are destroyed by the flames.

I walk to the saloon looking for William Blackhand, you made me interested.