|
Ancient
Greece I
Ancient Greece, perhaps. You a
Spartan warrior, captured by Persians. We give you a chance, we let you run
away, but I follow you, to kill you and offer you as a sacrifice to the god Ahura Mazda. What about this? Sure OK. You are a chief, but all your
men have been killed in an ambush. Lot of corpses everywhere: we filled them
of arrows. My men are severing their heads, to put them on poles. Two guards have me held for questioning, I feel shame that I am alive. Our officer wants to question you.
The men force you to bend in front of him. "Your men are all dead, you
dog. The same will happen to all the Spartans." I take my helmet off, "Fuck you and your god king!" I jump
up bashing the guards in the head with my helmet. They fall, but other men jump on
you, you fall on the dirt. One man put his knee on your neck, pressing your
head into the mud. Other men block you: you cannot move. "Strip
him!" They obey. Struggling as they tear my armor off exposing a massive hairy chest
and big cock. The officer looks at you. He
smiles. He fishes his big cock out and he begins to piss on your face. You
cannot move it. "This is what you deserve, Spartan dog". Let me go and I’ll shove your cock down your throat. Muscles flexing as I struggle. He laughs. Then he nods.
"We'll let you go. Our best warrior will hunt you and kill you in a
sacrificial hunting for our god." The officer call me. "Brian,
strip. You'll hunt this man for the god." I nod and I obey. While I
strip, I look at your big body. Such a man! They let me go and I stand, covered in sweat and dust. I look angrily
around me. I am naked, in front of you. I
have a bow with six arrows and a knife. I sneer and I say: "Run, wild
boar, run. The hunter will kill you and the men will eat your flesh." I
laugh. I think about refusing to run, but that would just mean death, if I
run I may be able to survive and kill you. I spit at you and take off, ass
muscles clenching, cock bobbing. I wipe your spit off. I mutter
"You'll pay for this!" I look at your big ass. My cock is stiffening.
I let you run until you enter the wood, then I move. Moving through the trees, I slow down, trying not to make so much
noise, looking for something I can use as a weapon. I move silently in the wood. The
sun is going up in the sky, but in the wood there is some morning fog. I
crave for killing you. I like killing a strong man. I stop to catch my breath , massive body sweating, cock hard, looking
through the fog but can’t see far. I see you in the fog. You are not
so far. I admire your strong body, your big hard cock. You are a warrior, the
perfect target for my arrows. Looking around but unable to see you, a big target. I slowly take an arrow, I prepare
the bow. Now I am ready. You sense perhaps I am here. You turn. I aim at your
navel. The arrow flies. I grunt and stagger back with an arrow in my belly button. “Aaagh! Fuck!” I yell grabbing the arrow, I broke it off
and try to run. Another arrow is already in my
bow. It hits your side while you turn. You stagger in pain. Roaring in pain, stumbling, breathing hard in pain my massive chest
heaving, "You coward” I yell. I laugh. I take a third arrow. You
turn towards me, to face me. The arrow hit you in your chest, right side. Stagger back with the impact coughing up blood, fury in my eyes, I
straighten up standing tall, I face it like a warrior. I look at you, at your big,
muscular body, at your big, hard cock, at your fierce look. I approach, my
knife in my hand. I smile "You want to stick that in me, boy" I nod. "Yes, Spartan. This
knife will end your life. It will be a pleasure to kill you. You were a brave
warrior, but now you are just a wild boar to kill in honor of our god." I smile, grab the arrow in my side and grunt as I pull it out:
"Should have put another arrow in my heart you Persian bastard." I
hold the bloody arrow like a knife. I smile. "You are a real man.
I'll eat your balls, as we do with the bulls." I laugh again. I move
quickly. You try to hit me, but you are slow. Wounds weakening me, muscles flex, blood flies as I try to stab you,
but I feel your blade. I push my knife into your belly,
deep. I take it out and I stab you a second time. You let the arrow fall. You
stagger and you fall on the dirt. I am standing over you, looking at your big
body. Big body, belly and chest heaving in pain, cock hard and dripping, I
struggle to rise but can’t. I put a foot on your belly.
"Stop struggling, warrior. Time to accept your fate. Time to die. Your
men are all dead. Death is coming for you, now. A real warrior accepts his
fate." “Then do it, finish me" I thump my chest "Do it, put that
blade in my heart." I shake my head. "You are my
prey, warrior. And before killing you, I'll taste your ass." My cock is
hard. I nod, "It is your right, I am defeated and must suffer the shame
of your cock." "Yes, warrior. The hunter is
the man, the prey is only an animal." I bend, I move your legs apart, I
put them on my shoulders. My fingers play with your asshole. "You are
going to taste your killer's cock, warrior." Blood leaking from wounds, one arrow still in my chest, my cock hard,
I wait for your cock. I move my ass. Now my cock is
forcing your hole. With a violent stroke, I push it deep inside your ass. A
wave of pleasure, while I look at the grimace of pain on your face. Pain and pleasure from my ass, it hurts, but I enjoy it as well, my
cock and balls under your belly as you fuck me. My hands play with your balls,
squeezing them, almost crushing them. I grab your cock, I caress it. And I
fuck your ass, with violent strokes. Moaning as you grab my cock, trying to push up into your cock, hairy
chest and belly covered in blood. I go on fucking your ass,
torturing your cock and balls. I feel that I am going to cum. I grab my knife
and I press the point against your chest. "Time to die, warrior. The
hunter is going to kill the boar he has fucked. I'll take your balls to my
king." I place one hand on yours and the other at your throat, I will die
with your throat in my hand, Persian. I feel your hand. I like this
feeling. "I am going to kill you, but I would have liked to be killed by
such a warrior." I feel the pleasure exploding, the seed filling your
ass. I press the knife, pushing it into your heart. I grunt and buck up, hand squeezing as death grips me, my cock shoots
all over our hairy bellies, I gasp and take a couple of last gurgling
breaths, then go limp hand falling from your throat. I close my eyes. I put your legs
down and I lay on your body, cock against cock, belly against belly, blood
and cum on our skins. I kiss your mouth, tasting your blood. Tasting blood, feeling the wet sticky blood in my beard and between
our warrior bodies. I feel tired. I open my eyes. I
look at your dead eyes. I look at the knife into your chest. I caress your
dead body. Running your fingers across dead muscles and bloody hair, a beast that
you brought down. Slowly I move. I look at your big
cock. I take the dickhead between my lips. I begin to suck it, tasting cum
and blood. Cum oozing out as you work the still hard member. Tasting it. My right hand moving
under your ass, one finger looking for the asshole, caressing it, forcing it. Slipping your fingers inside the wet sloppy hole, pushing more cum out
of my cock, my balls heavy on your hand as you probe. I feel my cock stiffening again. I
push my finger deeper into your ass, I suck your cock. The other hand
crushing your big hairy balls. Laying under you, no reaction to the crushing of my balls, just a
piece of meat for you to enjoy. I slowly realize I have to go. I
should take your head and your balls off. I look at you. If I go back without
your head and your balls, I'll be sacrificed, Admiring the magnificent warrior laying at your feet but you must
decide to mutilate it or die. I hesitate, then I decide to obey.
I take my knife out of your heart and I cut your head off, then I severe your
balls. I look at your headless body and I go away. You will receive honor for the kill, I will be food for the wolves. Yes. They will eat your body.
Perhaps one day they'll find my body to eat. The god king is easily angered. Yes. He always want more victims. |
