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Soldiers I
Death
comes for all men. Yes it does Any
ideas? Any dark desire? Something more modern? Mercenary? Good.
Men payed to fight and kill. Yes making a living killing until killed Men who
like to kill and like danger. Playing with death. Yep getting their adrenaline and testosterone boost
by ending other men And by
risking their lives. Where
are we? Africa, Asia or do you have other ideas? African Jungle Good.
Hot as hell, the perfect place to kill and to die. Who are we? Mercenaries hired to protect a village from
marauders In a
country where there is a war. Do we
know each other? We just met this is our first assignment together I
don't know you, but there are rumors about you. I heard some interesting
things and I am curious. Big bearded man smoking a cigar as we walk a patrol
around the village So you
are the famous Dan, the big Bear. Heh heh, that’s what they
call me. What about you?
What are you called? I am
Richard and they call me... the Black Bastard. I laugh. The Black Bastard I think I have heard of you, you
have a mean streak I hear. A mean
streak? Perhaps. "They say you like to tear up your kills." I
laugh. "I like killing, Dan. I like to see my kills' agony. I like to
humiliate them... But they say some interesting things about you, too." I puff on my cigar "I bet they do what you have
heard?" "That
you are a great soldier, that you are a real bull and that you... you fuck
your kills, before or after killing them." "Does that bother you?" I
laugh. "Certainly not. I do the same, sometimes. And I think that if a
man kills me, he can fuck my ass, when I am alive or dead. I am his
prey." "Yeah when they are dead they don't care, and
after killing them I am usually hard" "I
am, too. Killing arouses me. Danger too. If I die in a mission, I'll be
probably hard: I have almost always a hardon. "I like you; you are like me a born killer and
fucker of men" I nod.
"Yes I think we are of the same kind. So we are both dangerous." "Yeah both dangerous horny men" I
smile. Talking with you about our desires aroused me. I smile and grab my own hard cock "see we are
both hard and all we did was talk about killing" I nod.
"Yes, but we haven't a prey to fuck, now. We should kill a man..."
I laugh. "Now if one would just show himself, preferably
two one for each" "It
would be great. I would like to see you fucking. They say you are the best
stallion." "I want to know who they are I leave few
survivors " I laugh as we both hear and see a couple of men break from
the cover of some bushes charging towards us "I
grab my gun and I fire. Two bullets hit one man's belly. He grunts, staggers
and falls, hi hands on his belly. I swing my gun around and fire a couple of shots at
the other one who grabs his chest and spins to the ground dead "Ask and you shall receive" I
laugh. "Yes! We had what we wanted." I approach. The dying man is
groaning. I kick his face and I lower his pants. "You're going to taste
a good cock, man, before dying." "No! Kill me please!" he begs holding his
gut as you expose his ass and hard cock I kick mine over on his back looking at the dead man I
lower my pants. "Sure! But later!" I lay on him and I push my hard
cock through his asshole. He cries out in pain as you penetrate his virgin ass I strip my corpse exposing a furry dead man with cum
leaking from his cock; I taste his cum before pulling out my own cock I look
at you. "Fuck! Fuck! They told me you were a bull, but I didn't think...
Fuck!" "I
understand why you fuck them when they are dead." I laugh, looking at
your huge cock. "Yeah a lot less screaming when I stuff it in
their ass " "you’re not a
small man yourself” I nod at your good size cock. Then push my cock in my dead body. I go
on fucking my prey, who moans, almost weeping, but I look at you. Such a man! watching my ass clench as I fuck the limp body
puffing on my cigar looking like a
real man , your man whimpers for mercy as you feel your cum ready to explode I
finally cum into his ass. I look at your big hairy ass. My throat is dry. I
leave my prey, who sobs and look at you. Watching me fuck as cum drips from your cock My
prey sobs. He asks: "Kill me!" "Ok." I grab my gun. I push
the barrel into his ass. He screams. I
fire, twice. He screams twitching a few times before he dies in
agony. I look
at you, who are going on fucking. My cock is stiffening again. Watching my big body rape the dead man. I
admire you. You are such a man! I arch back and fill the dead man’s ass with my cum.
“Aaaahhh fuck yeah." I look
at you, my cock hard, now. "Fuck, man! I never saw such a
stallion!" "They
said you are a bull. It's true!" I pull out dripping "you think so” I look at my
own cock rubbing my belly. “Maybe so." I look
at your cock, my throat dry. It's huge. And dirty. I look at your big belly. I
don't say a word. I look at you smiling "Did you want to clean it
off for me Killer?" I
shudder. I look at you. Then I slowly nod. I smoke my cigar leaning against a tree with it
hanging out. "Go ahead." I
slowly move. I kneel in front of you. I ask
myself what I am doing. I never did such a thing. But I
know I want it. I look
at your huge cock, in front of my head. "Go ahead it won’t kill you.” I blow smoke out
my nose as I open my shirt and rub my nipples and belly fur. I take
your cock in my mouth. I begin to lick it, to suck it. My
hands caress your body: your hairy ass, your belly, your chest. "Mmmm" I enjoy the attention leaning back
eyes closed as I smoke and you suck on my hard cock. I clean,
I lick, and I suck. My
hands grab your ass. A
finger probing your hole. "Ooooh fuck man you’re really getting into
it." You smell my strong sweaty musky smell. My
finger going deep into your hole. My
lips and my tongue playing with your huge cock. My own
cock hard. My cock twitching as you probe my ass, my hands on
your head and shoulders. Your
cock filling my mouth. I try to take it completely into my mouth, but it is
too big. I
almost suffocate. My
hands on your ass. A
second finger going deep into your hole. "Damn fucker you’re getting awfully deep in my
ass” I moan as my cock twitches and starts to swell. I wait
for your seed, intoxicated. My
cock hard, my mind in a dark fog. "Ooh fuck dude your about to get a mouthful of
prime bull seed.” I want
it. I go
on licking and sucking. I
close my eyes. Suddenly I buck and start filling your mouth with
warm salty seed. I
drink every drop. I go
on sucking, milking your cock. Twitching and shacking as your sucking sends shots
of pleasure through my nerves. I
close my eyes. Your
cock into my mouth. The
taste of your seed. My
fingers into your ass. My
hands on your ass. "Holy fuck, you suck cock great my
friend." I open
my eyes. I look
at you. I open
my mouth. "I
never... never..." I
don't go on. "Fuck, don't tell me you never did that before
you’re too damn good at it to be new?" "I
never sucked a cock" "I
never cleaned a dirty cock" "But...
but it was great." "Well if that was the first time I want to be
around when you get better, I suppose your ass is virgin as well?" I nod. "Yes,
Dan. I am a real man. I can fuck my kills, a prisoner... But
only my killer can fuck my ass." "As it should be, I too have a virgin ass,
although as deep as you were probing your fingers makes me wonder?" I smile at you. I
smile. "Take
care, Dan... I
could kill you just to taste your ass..." I
laugh. "Yes and I you." I laugh with you. I look
at your cock. Perhaps... I look
at your face. I
remain silent. "You’re really thinking it ain't you?" I
smile. "I
think... I tasted your cock... Your
cum... I
would like to taste your piss, too." "Is that all?" I laugh. "You had me
thinking I might need to draw my weapon." I blow smoke. "But if you
want me to piss I can do that." I nod. I
think that one of us will die today. You
could tell what I did. I
don't want. But I
want to drink your piss. I muster up. "You ready, here it comes."
And I release a stream of piss. I
drink it, swallowing. It is
good, yes, it is good. I
drink every drop of it. I empty my bladder my hand resting on my pistol. When
you stop pissing, I look at you. I look
at your hand on your pistol. I
don't say a word. "You have made it clear that you want my ass
and that only one of us will get to fuck the other and I intend it to be
me." "Do
you intend to kill me, Dan? Really? Just
to fuck my ass?" "I intend to survive and you have made me
concerned that you will kill me to get my ass.” "I
don't want to kill you, Dan. You
are the strongest male I ever met. And I
desire you, this is true. I made
things I had never done." "Maybe I am over reacting; let’s say we get
back on patrol?" I
smile. "Yes,
Dan. But... Can I
lick your hole?" While
I say it, I move my fingers in it. "Fuck you really are hungry for this." I
turn around and let you at my ass. I take
out my fingers and I lick your asscrack and your hole. I push my tongue into
your hole. My
hands grabbing your asscheeks. 'Oh fuck that feels good" I go
on for some minutes. Then I
stop. I ask
myself what I did. But I
know I wanted it. "Damn you really worked my ass; I don’t think
it’s ever been so clean" I
slowly stand. "I
think you are right, Dan. I have
to kill you Or you
have to kill me.” I turn around. "It seems so." We can
fight. If I win, I'll have your ass and I'll kill you. If you
win, you'll have my ass and then you'll kill me. "I think we both will claim the other ass after
death, I know I don’t plan to let you have mine while I live." I look
at you. If you
win me, I... I
would like to feel your huge cock raping my ass. My
last feeling. My
complete defeat. "Fair enough. I draw some smoke in my lungs. "How
do we fight, Dan?" "Bare
hands, knife?" "Knife or gun, I let you choose.” "Knife" "I'll
gut you, Dan." "And
after fucking and killing you, I'll castrate you." I
laugh. I grab
my knife. "I see where your reputation comes from." I nod. "Yes,
Dan, I am a bastard!" I pull my knife and strip off my clothes. I
strip, too. I look
at your huge cock. If you
win... I'll
feel it into my ass. "Yes you will.” I
suddenly feel feeble. I try
to react. I attack. I dodge and attack aiming for your gut. I
avoid the blade. I
attack again, But I
move slowly. Looking
at your huge cock. I twist letting your attack move by my side, I grab
your arm and pull you towards my blade aimed at your navel. My body
yields and the blade opens my belly. The
pain is strong. But I
smile. I stab it in deep. "Yes,
Dan, you won." I lean
on you. "I think you wanted me too." I pull my
knife and stab again. I nod,
pain exploding. "Yes
Dan. I
never met a man like you You are
the perfect killer. Fuck
me, now..." My cock nice and hard. “You want it from behind or
face to face?” "From
behind." I throw you down on your knees and kneel behind you
pushing my cock between your ass cheecks. I
grunt, feeling it. Huge,
hard, hot. I want
it. Sliding it in deep stretching your hole. It's
like your blade. Pain
overwhelming. But
pleasure, too. "Yes,
Dan, yes!" Pulling you against my chest as I start to thrust in
and out. The
pain increasing, stronger than the pain in my belly. But
pleasure increasing, too. My
cock stiffening. "Dan!
You are the best! You... "Yeah the best killer and fucker of men." "Yes,
you are. The
best way of ending for me. Thanks,
Dan." Pleasure
and pain so strong. I stab my blade deep in the left side of your belly. I grunt
again. Pain
increasing. Pleasure
too. My
cock hard. "When I cum I am spilling your gut." I nod. Then I
say: "Strangle
me, Dan. I want
to feel your hands breaking my neck.” "As you wish" I leave my knife in your belly
and wrap my arms around your throat. The
pain in my gut, the pain in my ass, now the pain in my neck. And
the pleasure growing. I am
going to cum. For
the last time. "Now,
Dan, now!" I flex my arms and twist your head on your neck with
an audible snap. The
world vanishes in a last wave of pain. I cum, but I don't feel anything more.
I am dead. I feel your body twitch and jerk, then I see your
cock shoot cum and piss, as I feel you die my own cock starts to shoot in
your dead ass. "What
the fuck!? Richards! What did you do?" The
officer's voice. "You
killed Blacks, son of bitch!" "And
fucked him." "He was a traitor." "You
are a traitor!" "Stand
up." "Soldiers,
take his weapons." "Hold on I can explain" I drop you and
stand turning to face the officer smoking my ciga.r "You
have nothing to explain, Richards. You'll
be executed, now. You
killed a man And
fucked him, too!” "Well, fuck!" "You need me," "We
don't need a murderer. Against
that tree. Soldiers,
take your rifles. "Fuck off, sir," I
grunt, furious. "Soldiers,
aim!" The
men aim. They look at you, at your huge cock, dirt and dripping. I puff my chest and smoke a last lungful of smoke as
my cock gets hard for a third time. I look
at your cock. I
hesitate. Then I
say: "Ready! Fire! Six bullets. Three
through your heart. Two in
your chest. And
the last in your belly. Jerking with the impact of the bullets before
falling back trailing smoke with a thud, smoke leaking from the bullet holes
and my lungs as I lay dead, my cock still hard. "Take
Black's body to the village. We'll bury him. This son of bitch will remain
here. The animals will feed on him." The
soldiers take Black's body away. I look
around. Nobody. I
strip. I turn
you on your belly. I look
at your asshole. Flopping as you roll me over. Nice and clean. "You
know, Richards, I always wanted your ass. And your cock, too. But it
wasn't possible.” I lay
on you and I push my cock into your virgin ass. I
begin to fuck it. No reaction as you spread my virgin hole. I go
on fucking. Such a
pleasure. The
first to fuck the big bear. I
laugh. "I
saw you fighting with Blacks, Richards I know
it was a fair fight But I
wanted your ass." Raping my ass after you had me murdered. "It
was the only way to have it. I'll miss
you, you were the best soldier. But
your ass was the best, too." I go
on fucking your ass. Until
I cum. Body jerking as you fuck it. I lay
on your body, and then I stand. I look
at you. At
your hairy ass. The
best fuck. Your cum leaking from it. I piss
on your head. I am
the stronger male. I
fucked your ass. I let
your body to the animals. Blacks
would deserve the same. But
we'll bury him. Even
if he was a faggot. II
Do we try a new scene? Sure,
you got something in mind? No, you decide the epoch and the weapons. Hmm so
many options. Of course. How
about you pick a war. A war is a good idea. Ancient war, Turks against a
Venetian stronghold, for instance, or a more modern war, in Afghanistan? I'm
thinking modern WWII or later. OK. It can be WWII or Americans in Iraq or a war in
Africa. Guess
that depends on what terrain: deserts, mountains, or jungle? What do you prefer? Every terrain can be good for
me. I'm
thinking, maybe you’re a sniper; you have me and some of my men in your
sights. You pick us off until it’s just me or would you like some close in
fighting? For me it's OK. I kill all your friends and then I
want to kill you. You'll be the last, because I like your body and I want
you, before killing you. Sounds
good, mountains or jungle? What about a town completely destroyed, where you
have to move between ruined buildings, burnt cars, and huge holes in the
streets? Works
for me, you have a position on top of a building, when you see my squad, 4
big Americans moving through the town. I smile. I was waiting for a prey. I like killing
and I like killing you, bloody dirty American pigs. I look at you. I see you
are the serge. A big, strong man. You'll be the last. I'm
squad leader, smoking a cigar, shirt open, we move cautiously but thinking
the town is deserted. I aim at one of your man, a tall, strong, black man,
who is moving behind you. I aim at his head and I fire. His head explodes. (Silencer?) (Yes) His
head explodes, blood spraying the rest of us. "SHIT" we all dive for
cover. I smile. His
body falls and twitches for a minute. You
hear us yelling, "Where is he? Anyone knows?” I know the town, what remains of it after the bombs.
I move to reach another place, from where I can shoot again. The
three of us peak around looking for any signs of you, we wait a few min
"Ok let’s try to get in that building" We break cover and run for a
doorway. I am ready. I fire while the last of you is entering
the building. My bullet hits him in his back, breaking his spine. He screams
and falls in the doorway, you hear us yell "Fuck" You watch him
struggle to drag himself inside. I look at his agony. I am hard, now, very hard.
Killing is good. I like it. And I'll like to kill you. The man struggles, but
he cannot move. The
other man appears in the doorway as I start shooting my assault rifle out a
window, spraying bullets but nowhere near you, the other man grabs the
wounded man and tries dragging him inside. I aim at his bent face. I smile. I am very hard. I
press the trigger and I see his brain exploding. Fuck! Such a pleasure. He
drops like a stone on top of the paralyzed man. "You fucking
bastard" I yell firing randomly, you can just see me smoke from my cigar
leaking out the window. I look
at you through the lens of my weapon. I could kill you now, but you are so
strong, so furious, and such a male. I'll kill you, but not now. Not quickly.
I want to see your agony. Things
go quiet only the moaning of the wounded man, you hear me muttering. I slowly caress my crotch. You'll die for me, bloody
bastard. You
can see me moving around in the window trying to spot you. You watch through
your scope, seeing glimpses of my beard, chest and belly. Fuck! Such a man. I am going to kill you, but the
desire is strong. Lust. I'll kill you, but before killing you, I'll taste
your ass. I slowly move down. I know how to reach the place where you are,
without being seen. You
know there is a back door, I watch for you but can’t find you, and I want to
help the wounded man but can’t expose myself, puffing on my cigar I take off
my shirt in the heat. It's hot, a real hell. You are sweating. I reach an
underground passage and the back door which leads to the place where you are.
I peep and I see you, standing in the room. Big, massive, strong, puffing your
cigar. You move to a corner, you open your pants and you begin to piss. I can
see your big cock. Big
hairy back and front smoking my cigar as I relieve myself. Small
moans from the man still alive in the doorway. I smile. My cock is hard. I could kill you now, but
I wait. I look at you, my cock hard. You are going to die, American pig. But
before dying, you'll taste my cock. I
finish pissing and put my cock away, then turn back to the window, my back to
you, You watch me as I look around trying to figure out if you are still out
there. Big
hairy backside, a big target for you. I aim at your back. Yes, now. I hesitate. Better to
wound you and then to fuck you. I aim again. Big
clouds of cigar smoke as I look out the window ass and back muscles flexing. My cock hard, my mouth dry. I press the trigger. The
bullet hits you in your back and goes out through your belly. Gaaaah! I grunt as the bullet tears through me throwing me
through the window, you hear me moaning as I hang there, ass and legs in the
room leaning over the window. I move quickly and I reach you, groaning in pain. I
grab your weapon. "Time to die, bloody pig." I look at your face,
distorted in pain. You
pull me back in blood covering the window sill; I flop against the wall
sliding down to a sitting position, leaving blood on the wall, holding my
belly, looking at you with hate, cigar still in my mouth. I look at you. Such a man! "Before dying,
you'll taste my cock, son of bitch. Your killer's hard cock." I smile
and I slowly undress, while you look at me, pain and anger in your eyes. The
bulge in my pants growing bigger, I try to reach for a gun. I kick your hand and I push your rifle far away.
"You are doomed. Accept your death." I laugh and I add "And
enjoy your last fucking." I am naked, now. I bend, I grab your left boot
and I take it away, then your right boot. I
grunt in pain as you strip my boots off, watching your naked body and cock,
you are quite a man yourself, I can’t help but be aroused, puffing my cigar. I grab your pants and I lower them. I look at your
huge hard cock; I stop, unable to move. I look at you face. You are smiling,
you, dirty pig. I look at your cock. Blood from the wound on your hairy
belly. I
enjoy the fact you are lusting after me, I cough "Ride it or fuck you,
hairy bastard?” I look at you, furious. I look at your big cock. I
grab your feet and I move back. Now you lay on the dirty floor. I stand on
your body, one foot on the right and one on the left. Looking
up at you your hard cock dripping on my chest, I blow smoke up at it as blood
starts to run down my side. I grab my knife. I slowly sit myself on your cock.
Then I grab it, I feel it hard and hot in my hand, I keep it vertical and I
slowly impale myself. Pain, pain. Pleasure. "Fuuuck" I moan as your tight ass grips my cock, your
balls on my bush, your cock rubbing my bloody belly. I close my eyes. "I'll kill you, motherfucker.
I'll leave your corpse to the vultures. They'll eat your cock and
balls." I caress your hairy belly, I feel the wet hair. Smell of sweat.
Warm. Male. I can hardly breathe. I
grunt and start thrusting up into you, puffing smoke like a train, I start to
fuck you. I move up and down, too, so your cock goes deeper
into my ass. Pain and pleasure. I grab your nipples. "I could cut them,
son of bitch." You hard big cock in my ass, my cock so hard. I grab
your cock and start stroking it, smoke swirling between us as we fuck. I grunt. I feel your big paw on my cock, stroking
it, your big cock into my ass. I feel the pleasure increasing. I am going to
cum. Both
of us sweating “Cum on me, you fuck!” I grunt and I begin to cum on your bleeding belly.
White cum between your hairs, mixing with the blood. I look at your face. I
look at the knife in my hand. I look
at your eyes staring intently, feeling your hot cum on my belly chest and
hand, taking deep draws on my cigar, I nod. I press the point of the knife against your chest. I
smile. I move your right hand to grab my balls and I push the bladder through
your chest into your heart. I arch
under you as the blade fucks my heart, chest muscles flexing I squeeze your
balls hard as I spasm. I grunt in pain and pleasure, feeling your hand
squeezing my balls and your cock into my ass. As I
shake in my death throes you feel my cock shoot into your ass, before I
squeeze your balls a final time, going limp under your eyes staring and smoke
seeping from my now dead lungs. I look at you. Such a male. It is good to feel your
cock hard into my ass, your body under my ass, your hand on my balls. Slowly I move. I stand up. I look at you. I bend, I
begin to clean your cock, tasting the cum and the sweat. Sweat
running down your chest and back, smoke lingering in the air. The
taste of my deathload good in your mouth. My hands caress your dead body. I lick and suck; I smell your body odor. I stop
sucking your cock. I look at you. I turn you on your belly. I look at your
big ass. I begin to bite it. Hairy
muscled body now limp and yours to enjoy, my ass strong smelling. I lick the crack; I push my tongue into your
asshole. My cock is stiffening again. My hands on your ass-cheeks. I look at
your asshole. My cock is hard again. I push my cock into it. My
dead ass still tight and warm you look down on my bloody hairy back with the bullet
hole in it jiggling as you start to fuck. It is good to fuck your dead ass, to feel it still
warm. I turn on my side, turning you with me. I grab my knife, pull it out of
the wound and I begin to stab you again and again: your chest, your belly. The
sharp blade sliding in my flesh as easy as your cock in my ass felling the
weight of me against you. It is beautiful. I stab you many times, until
finally I start to cum into your dead ass. Filling
me with your seed. You
hear a moan and a click. I quick move, leaving your ass. I stand. You
see the paralyzed soldier aiming a pistol at you, "You killed and fucked
the serge, you bastard.” I quickly jump aside, avoiding the first bullet. I
grab your pistol, to finish the stupid bastard. As you
stand up from grabbing my gun you feel a bullet punch you in the belly. "Shit!" I stagger. "Shit!" I
could kill the bloody bastard, but it is too late, now. We are both going to
die: no doctor, no hospital here, in this dead town. "OK, son of bitch,
you had me. Finish me off." He
empties the pistol 5 more shots in your chest and belly, I stagger and I fall on your body. "See you in
hell, bloody bastard!" You
lay across my bloody belly and chest, our blood mixing as the last thing your
feel is shooting your load, the last thing you see is my still hard dead
cock. Good way of ending. Next time I'll finish any bloody
dying bastard around. He he I wondered if you would forget about him. I did. I was planning to fill your corpse of
bullets, and then leaving it to the vultures. Well now we are both vulture food, they will eat our
cocks and balls. Yes.
And what remains will rot quickly. Two naked bodies and three dead soldiers. Food
for the vultures in a dead town. Skeletons
to be found by the next unfortunate should to wander in to this cursed place. Yes. A place to die, nobody knowing it. III
Any idea? Hmm Blades,
bullets or arrows? Blades and/or bullets are good. Arrows too: you know, there is a great variety of
deaths that I love. I do Two cow-boys captured by Indians? A sheriff and his
deputy looking for an outlaw? Two soldiers captured in an ambush? Two
soldiers captured in an ambush OK. Period and place? Africa? Two mercenaries? Couple
of WWII soldiers on patrol captured by (Germans or Japs?) Good. Couple
of big Americans moving through the jungles of a Japanese held island "Fuck, Dan, I hate this place. Those bastards
are everywhere and you know what they do to the soldiers they capture." “Yeah,
I know, it’s hot and humid, and those little bastards are sneaky as hell.” “Yeah, lurid sadistic bastards. Fuck! They can be
everywhere. And I am sweating like a pig.” “Me
too, Brian. Fuck it!" I strip off my uniform shirt and light a cigar. I look at your large hairy chest. "Fuck!” I
take my shirt off, too. I open my pants and I begin to piss against a tree. I
watch you piss, smoking my cigar, enjoying the view. I scratch my balls, looking at the yellow piss.
"Shit, Dan! What a fucking place!" “Yeah,
it’s a nasty place.” I hear something move and grab my knife, looking around. "What the fuck?" I grab my knife, too. Suddenly
a Jap soldier charges you out of the brush, his bayonet aimed at your gut. I jump, trying to avoid the bayonet. I manage to avoid
it, but my lowered pants hinder me and I fall. The
small man laughs, aiming at your exposed cock; I come up behind him grabbing
him against my chest and belly as I plunge my knife into his belly. "Great, Dan!" I quickly stand up, button my
pants and I stab the soldier's belly, too. Then I put my hand into his trousers and I
grab his cock and balls, laughing. His
eyes wide in pain, as you grab his small cock and balls. I laugh and I begin to severe his cock and balls.
You look quite perplexed. "It is what they deserve, Dan!" The
soldier screams in pain. I
muffle his scream as you castrate him. You shake your head. I stab the man's heart. He
looks at me horrified, and then the blood runs from his mouth. I feel
him shudder and go limp. I drop him like a wet sack to the ground, I am hard now. Killing a man is such a feeling! I
smile. "We'll die, but it was good!" Puffing
my cigar, the smell strong, I rub my crotch "Yeah, killing is hot." "Better than fucking!" I laugh and I look
at your big paw on your crotch. “Well.
I wouldn't go that far.” I chuckle. I smile I approach. I can smell your sweat.
"Perhaps not..." Smiling
through my beard, I unzip my fly. I bend in front of you. I put my hands on your hips.
When you fish your cock out, I can smell the strong odors. I smile and I take
your dickhead into my mouth. I begin to lick and suck it. "Fuck,
yeah!" I moan rubbing your head, looking at the dead Jap you killed. I go on licking and sucking. Your cock stiffens. It
is so hard, so big, now. I hardly manage to keep it in my mouth. I leave it.
I look at you. "Fuck me, Dan." "Hell,
yeah" I look for somewhere we can fuck. I take my boots and my pants off. My cock is hard. I
look at you. I smile. I know we are doing a mistake, but it doesn't matter. You get
on all fours with your ass to me. I get on my knees behind you, cock at your
hole. I smile. I grunt when you force my asshole: it is
quite painful, but I want the pain, too. "Fuck, Dan, fuck!" "Hell!
Yeah" I push in balls deep, start thrusting and puffing my cigar as the
moon is overhead. "Fuck, yeah!" The pain and the pleasure
increase. "I don't want to be killed by those bastards, Dan!" "You
won’t look at them, small and hairless; we are twice there size." Hands
on your hips, thrusting and balls slapping your ass. I enjoy your cock into my ass, the pain and the
pleasure. “Fuck, Dan, you are such a stallion! You are a real man. Being
killed by you is a real man’s death!” “You’re
a sexy killer yourself, man. You sound like you want me to kill you.” I remain silent. Then I nod. "Dan, you'll
remain alone against those worms. Is it a problem for you?" “I
admit I would enjoy killing you more than these little men, especially as I
fuck you.” I smile. "Yes, Dan, kill me. Squeeze my balls,
and then strangle me while you are fucking me. You are the best mate, the
best soldier, the best killer. It will be a pleasure." I pull
out, flip you on your back, and then push back in, I lean over you, hands on
your neck. I smile. "Thanks, Dan!" Blowing
smoke in your face, I squeeze your throat with one hand, then grab your balls
between our hairy bellies and clamp down on them. The pain is strong. Pain in my ravaged ass, pain in
my balls you are crushing, pain in my neck, pain in my lungs. "Thanks...
Dan... You... are... the best... oh, shit!" You
see the lust for fucking and killing in my eyes, as I cut off your air, your
balls almost crushed. The pain increases, stronger than the pleasure. My
balls yield to your grip. I cannot scream my pain. Your hands are too strong.
I feel the pleasure when my cock cums for the last time, then the world
slowly vanishes. I
pound into your ass, feeling your last cum on my belly and hand; I watch your
eyes go vacant, and your ass gripping my cock as you die. You hear a noise. You look around. Four japs are
aiming at you. You stand suddenly, but before you can move, they fire. Four
bullets in your chest and belly. “Gaaagh”, staggering back, grabbing at my gut and chest.
"Fuck!" I trip over your body, hitting the ground, cock still hard. They approach. They laugh. They shake their heads,
looking at your big cock and balls. Then the officer aims at you navel and
fires again, laughing. Grunting
in pain as another bullet enters my big hairy belly. They say something you don't understand. Then they
turn you on your belly. One of them kneels and he begins to push his finger
through your asshole. "Fucking
little bastard!" The other three hold me down, each one secretly
admiring my big hairy body as I feel him probe my ass. The man forces his hand into your ass, then he
closes his fist. “Aaaagh!” I groan in pain, struggling to free myself.
"Kill me you bastards." They laugh again. The man moves his arm and extracts
his fist from your ass. Then they turn you again on your back. They look
astonished at your huge cock, still hard. Blood
matted in my fur. They aim at you. One soldier fires and the bullet
hits your chest, left side. “Aaagh!” I arch up in pain, coughing blood into my beard,
cock bobbing. A second man aim at your belly and fires, the bullet
hitting your lower belly. “Gggnnn” I muffle a scream, precum
seeping from my cock, blood running from many holes. Now they are all around you. They aim together. They
smile. One of them nods and they begin to fire. I
scream in pain as they fire round after round into my big body. They fire many times and they look astonished at
your big cock, while you cum for the last time. Cum
shoots across my belly and chest as one of the bullets finds my heart. I die
a bloody hairy mess. They fire again, looking at big dead bear dancing
from the impact of the bullets. They laugh. Then they tie a rope to our feet
and they drag our corpses to their camp, to show them to the other soldiers. Proof
that we are big hairy barbarians. IV
In the
mood for dying/killing? I am. Anything in mind? It
could be, but if you have any idea, it is OK. I am open. What
about Africa? Two white mercenaries, each of them guiding some African
troops, fighting for big factories for the minerals. Sounds good. The national
army is winning, forcing your troops and mine to retire. We have both lost
our war, but we hate each other. If I can’t win the war might as well enjoy killing
someone. Yes.
Five of your men have disappeared. You receive a radio call for one of them.
The other men are dead. He is in danger and he needs help. "Fuck" I take the rest of the remaining
men and head towards where they were supposed to be You
are approaching the place, when from the wood my men begin to fire with the
UZIs. Your men fall, killed. "AMBUSH" they all go down fighting, taking
men with them into hell. But
suddenly you discover that the wood is burning. The wind is pushing the fire
towards you. You are going to burn. "FUCK" I look for an escape: fire on one
side, you on the other I charge towards you. A rope
between two trees: you fall. My men capture you. We fire on the last of your
men, trying to run away from the fire. Aaaahh I yell in frustration as I am tied up shirt ripped
open. My men
force you to move. The forest is burning. You can hear the last of your men
yelling. We shoot them. We don’t kill them: we just wound them, so they
cannot escape. The fire will kill them. "You sadistic fucker, you could spare them the
pain." I
laugh, a roaring laugh. "They have what they deserve. You'll have it,
too." We move slowly towards our camp. Being half carried by two beefy men, I struggle but
in vain. When
you struggle too much, they kick your balls. You fall on your knees. They force
you to rise and move. The sky is darkening. Rain is coming. Kicked a few times, not much struggle left when we
get to camp, as it starts to rain. The
camp is not a real military camp. A lot of black men, no uniforms, often half
naked. Many animals: the men are shepherds. Everywhere mud. They drop me on my knees in the mud, staring up at
you, wet hair plastered to my chest and belly. I look
at you, smiling. I waited so long for this! "You can see your men
there!" I show you. On five poles you can see the heads of the men who
disappeared. They have their cocks and balls in their mouths. I laugh. "You’re a sick fuck, you know that" I
stare at you hate in my eyes, cock hard. I
laugh. "Yes, I am. And you are in my hands. Before you die, you'll have
the time to curse the day when you were born and your mother." "Big man talking shit when I'm helpless" I nod.
"Strip him". My men throw you on the dirt and take your boots off,
then your pants, leaving you naked in the mud. I look at your big strong
body, now dirty. I fish out my cock and I begin to piss on your head. Sputtering and spitting as you add your piss to my
wet body, cock hard and swinging. The
men drag you to a pen where they kept the pigs. I follow them. Helpless as they drag me, you watch my hairy ass and
back as they drag. "Ok,
Richards. Now you are going to taste some real men's cock." With my foot
I kick your ass. I am hard, now. I stare at your big hairy ass, covered in
mud. "Real men? Where? All I see is a coward who has
his men hold me down." "This
coward is going to fuck you, to castrate you, to push you in the latrine
while you are dying, to suffocate in the shit!" I laugh again, but I am
angry. I kick you, turning you on your back. I kick your balls. Uuungh I grunt as you kick my balls, stomach clenching in
pain, chest flexing. Kicking
you, I turn you again on your belly. I look at your ass, mud and shit on it.
I put the barrel of my gun on your asshole. I push it into your ass. I arch up in pain ass the barrel tears into my ass,
"FUUUUCK" "I
could fire now, but it would be too quick. But I'll do it, before throwing
you into the latrine." I struggle to roll over or get a chance to kick at
you. I put
my right food on your neck, pushing your head into the mud. You cannot
breathe anymore. The rain is increasing. Struggling and sputtering face down, back and ass
muscles clenching. I take
my boot off and you can raise your head and breathe. I look at your ass, that
the violent rain is cleaning. I want it. I strip. The rain water running down our naked bodies making
the hair dark against our skins. I
force you to open your legs. I look at your asshole. I smile. My cock is
hard. The water is running on your body. I grab your ass in my hand and I
push my cock into your asshole, deep. Aaaagh I cry out as you penetrate my ass, arching up as
much as I can, as you push my own hard cock into the mud. I
begin to fuck you savagely, my right hand pushing your head into the mud. My
left hand finds your big hairy balls and begins to squeeze them. "You
are such a man, Richards! It is a pleasure to fuck you. It will be a pleasure
to castrate and kill you!" Ass gripping your cock, groaning in pain as you
squeeze my balls, struggling but only token resistance. When
you struggle too much, I push your head deeper into the mud, so you cannot
breathe anymore. I laugh, enjoying your big warm ass, the rain running on our
bodies. Two big hairy bodies joined by your cock, my every
move massaging it. Such a
pleasure! Fucking your ass, feeling your warm body under mine, knowing that
you soon will be dead. The pleasure increases and finally I cum into your
ass, my left hand crushing your balls, the right hand pushing your head into
the mud. You cannot breathe anymore. Struggling to breathe, pain muffled by the mud,
muscles flexing as I try to get air. I cum
and I relax, leaving your head, but still keeping your aching balls in my
hand. I pant. I gasp air as you let my head go, squirming as you
crush my balls, groaning in pain. "Time
to die, Richards. I would torture you for hours, but we have to leave the
camp. The army will be here soon and if they find us, they'll kill us." “Hang around and enjoy yourself”, I laugh, coughing
up mud and water. "You
are not afraid, eh, Richards? You think you are a real man, who can stand anything.
But you'll cry for mercy!" “Fuck you , I’ll go to my grave before I give you
the satisfaction.” I
shake my head. I stand. "Stand up, Richards" You manage to raise.
You look at me, your hands tied behind your back, hate in your eyes. I look
at your big body, at your big hard cock. The rain is slowly washing the mud
away. Standing there in all my glory. "Come on Brian,
you bastard" "Kill me." I nod.
I take my knife. I caress your skin with the point, scratching it. Some drops
of blood fall. My left hand grabs your hard cock. Muscles twitch as you touch them running the blade
through my hair, I lean into it not trying to get away from it. I look
at you, admiring you. I approach. Our bodies almost touch. My left hand
caresses your back, goes down to your ass, reaches your asshole, a finger
entering it. "Time to die, Richards. You are a real man." My cock
is hard again. Yours is a bar of iron, hot and pulsing. Cocks rubbing as you lean in close, the heat of my
body warm against yours. "Now"
I stab you in your belly, the knife going deep in it. I smile, the blood
running from your wound on my hand. Eyes going wide as I feel the blade in my gut, I
shudder in pain, eyes intense staring at you, a small grunt of pain. My
left arm behind your back, helping you to stand, a finger into your ass. I
take the knife out and I stagger you through the bellybutton, the blade deep
in. I grunt and lean into you for support, grunting as
blood runs down my belly onto my cock. The
feeling of your body against mine is great. It is perfect. Your hard cock
against my hard cock. The desire is too strong. I push you. You fall on your
back. I look at your beautiful body, the two bleeding wounds, the hard cock.
I sit on your belly. I grab your cock and slowly I impale myself. I moan in pleasure as you take me inside, breathing
fast in pain, the blood running off my sides the rain making it run. Pain
and pleasure. Your hard cock so big into my ass. Pain and pleasure. I almost
scream. My knife scratches the skin of your chest, over your heart.
"Time to die, Richards. You are a real man." I look you in the eyes, flexing my chest as I feel
the knife, not flinching, my cock jerking in your ass. I bend
over you. I kiss your mouth and I push the knife deep into your heart. Mmmph, I grunt as you kiss and thrust, I spasm under you,
muscles flexing and cock shooting into your ass, you kiss me until I go still
my last breath in your mouth. I
close my eyes. The feeling of your cock cumming into my ass, of your lips, of
your body spasming: it is so great! Slowly I stand.
I look at your body. Such a man. I look at your hard cock. Still hard and leaking cum, my big body limp, eyes
staring into the rain. I
bend. I take your cock into my mouth and I clean it, sucking and licking. Getting every drop of my death cum. Then I
stand. I grab your head and with my knife I cut it off. I give it to my men,
who put it on a pole, near the other heads. I leave you your cock and balls:
you were a real man. My men drag your headless corpse to the latrine, where
they throw it. My dead eyes watching as my body sinks into the
muck. We
leave the camp. Soon I'll be dead, I know it. I look for the last time at
your head on the pole. I smile. "See you in hell, Richards." |
