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This is not really a story, but only a chat I loved,
between me (Messenger address: ferdinandoneri) and
Tom. Man
Hunting
Ferdinando: What about
man-hunting? Tom: Never tried that angle. What's the scene? Ferdinando: A play, but a
mortal one. Two men confronting. Each of them wants to kill the other one.
It's only an idea. Anything else it's OK. Tom: Hold on a second. I'm thinking. Tom: Ferdinando said he would
be looking for me. All he gave me was coordinates on a GPS. I pull my car off the back road and
deep into the woods. I am dressed
in camoflage head to toe, with well-worn black
combat boots that fit me comfortably.
It's late afternoon, so the woods are filled with shadows. I open the trunk of my car and take
out my assault rifle and sling it over my shoulder. The automatic pistol is
already in my holster on my belt. I check my GPS and set out heading west. Ferdinando: I am waiting
for Tom. I have a pistol and a knife. I'll kill him. I like the idea of
killing him, of gutting him. But before killing him, I'll fuck him. I have a
huge boner. Killing arouses me. Tom'll come and
before it is completely dark, he'll be a corpse. Tom: I am alert, but my cock is throbbing. Maybe it's
all this camoflage. Maybe it's that I am going to
take out Ferdinando once and for all. I hear a twig snap to my left. It's only a deer. I forge ahead, crossing a stream. I figure I'm over a kilometer from the coordinates I was given. Ferdinando: From the hill I
observe the wood. I don't see Tom, but I am sure he is not far. I hide behind
the bushes. He cannot see me. Tom: I check my GPS. I adjust my path a little to the north
around a hill. He would never put
himself in such an exposed position, where his silhouette would show against
the sky. I move to a thicket of
vines where I have good cover. I
pull my rifle from my shoulder, and unsnap the clasp on my pistol. I pause to listen. Ferdinando: I hear a noise,
a little noise. The clasp of a pistol. He is near, very near, behind these
vines. He is lost. I begin to crawl, very silently. Now I can see his back.
He doesn't suspect I am circling him. I'll capture him. I want him alive. Tom: I take binoculars from my pack. There is a path I
notice across the hillside in front of me. If he moves down that path, I have
him covered. A spray of bullets
and he will be done. I smile to
myself as I adjust my cock with the thought. Ferdinando: I jump, just
behind his back. “Hands up, Tom, you are a dead man. Don't move.” Tom: My heart races. How could I be so stupid. I drop
the rifle and slowly raise my hands above my head. Ferdinando: I laugh. It was
easy, really easy. Too easy. I am a little deceived. I like the risks, but
there wasn't any. But we have time, now, I can amuse myself. And if I want
some more risk, I can have it. "OK, Tom" I approach, I take his
revolver. "Now you can undress yourself. Strip! Completely!" Tom: He's right behind me. I whirl around and lunge for him. It's my only hope. But he is too nimble. He jumps aside
as my feet tangle in the vines. He leaps upon my back, his knife at my
throat. Ferdinando: "You,
stupid man! Do you think I am a fool?" With my knife I begin to cut the
fabric of his pants, exposing his ass. Tom: I struggle to get free. He ties my hands behind my
back. I feel the cool evening air on my exposed ass. Ferdinando: "OK, Tom!
You have lost. Your life, your cock and nuts, your ass. I'll begin by your
ass.” I open my pants. My cock is rock-hard. I put my hands on his
ass-cheeks. "You are going to feel my cock, Tom!" Tom: Ferdinando lifts my ass
into the air. My face is pressed into the loamy soil of the forest floor. I
tense, knowing what's coming.
With one swift thrust, he rams into me. I gasp. Ferdinando: I like when I
force an asshole. And this is Tom's asshole, it is really valuable. I risked
my life for it. My cock is big and he can feel it, when I begin to fuck him.
I go on and on and I say in his ear: "Do you like it, Tom? It's your
last fucking." Tom: My cock stiffens again as he pounds my ass. He is my enemy, but I cry out:
"Give it to me. Harder,
man, harder!" I hear the gear on his belt clattering, which drives
me even wilder. Ferdinando: "You,
faggot!" He likes it, but I like it, too, and I go on fucking him,
thrusting my big cock deep into his ravaged ass. He is enjoying his last
fuck. Tom: I feel him tense inside me. I try to drive my ass toward him. I tighten on his cock, and I feel him cumming up my ass.
I am in ecstasy, but I know that puts me only one step closer to my
death. I fill my pants with my
creamy spunk. Ferdinando: I cum and it is
a frenzy of pleasure. He is cumming, too. Great!
Really great. I rise. "Now you can clean my cock, Tom". I take him
by his hair and I force him to kneel in front of me. Tom: He pushes me into a squat in front of him. My
vision is filled with his fat, dirty cock, outlined by the dark fabric of his
military uniform. I can't contain
myself as I hungrily devour his dripping manmeat. I lick my shit from it, probing all
the little nooks and crannies around the cockhead to make sure it's clean.
Soon he is hard once again. He grabs the back of my head pounding me into his
crotch. Who wants this more? Ferdinando: He is really a
faggot, but to fuck him into his mouth and into his ass is heaven. God! I
never had such a fucking. I begin to face fuck him. When my large cock fills
his mouth, he cannot breathe, he is choking, but I let him breathe. I don't
want to kill him immediately. Tom: He momentarily plugs my throat with his stiff
meat, but backs off when I start to choke. I resume my sucking, flicking the head
of his cock with my tongue. I know
that will pay me my reward quickly! Ferdinando: "You are
the best cock-sucker I even met, Tom!" And I go on fucking his mouth.
Soon the pleasure is so strong that I almost forget to let him breathe. His
face becomes red and I stop. Then I resume my fucking. Tom: Oh, god, how this guy fills my mouth like I've
never felt before, and never will again.
I begin to choke on his meat--I can't breathe. The contractions in my throat do the
trick, and I feel his cum shoot down my throat and into my stomach. Ferdinando: "Drink,
Tom, drink. This is the last time you drink. Unless..." I smile and I
add: "Of course, Tom, you deserve something more. Keep your mouth around
my cock." He obeys and after a moment, I begin to piss into his throat. Tom: The cum is soon washed away before I have a chance
to taste that heavenly nectar. He pisses a long time, and I swallow it all.
As he stops I suck on his cock to get the last drop. He lets my head go, and pulls from my
mouth. I gasp for air. My cock is rock hard again, because I know what is
coming next. Ferdinando: I look at Tom.
He has a hardon. He likes the idea of what is
happening. I would, too. With the knife I cut his dresses and he can feel the
point of the blade against his skin. Soon he is completely naked. Tom: I stand there in the cool evening air, my hands
bound behind my back, and my boots on my feet. My cock stands at attention.
He picks up his pack and opens it. He pulls out a foldable shovel and drops
it at my feet. He unholsters his pistol, turns me around points the barrel
at my head and cuts the ropes binding my wrists. He steps back, hands me the
shovel and commands: Dig! Ferdinando: It's good to
see Tom digging his grave. He is sweating from the digging and the
expectation. "I thought it would be more difficult to have you, Tom, but
it was easy." He doesn't answer. I look at his large cock and I have an
idea. But I wait, now he is digging, there is some time yet. Tom: He seems to think it was all easy. But this was my
plan all along. He thinks it's my grave I am digging, but soon he will become
complacent. I look for my opportunity. It will come, I'm sure. Ferdinando: "OK, Tom,
it's enough! Even if it is not too deep, it is not a problem. Some more food
for the animals!" I laugh. I begin to undress. He is looking at me, he
doesn't understand. "Come here and kneel in front of me". He obeys.
I lay on the dirt, my pistol in one hand and the knife in the other.
"Before cutting your cock, I want to taste it." I put my legs on
your elbows, I put the barrel of the revolver into your mouth and the blade
against your neck. I know I am doing something very dangerous, but it's
exciting because it is dangerous. "Fuck me, Tom, it's your last
time." Tom: I am on top of him. I begin to slowly enter his
ass. I am delicate. He
begs for more, and harder, but I slowly slide my sweat-slickened cock in and
out of his hot hole. Slowly I
bring my left hand down to his cock, caressing what was pounding me before. Each time I feel my cock ready to
explode, I back off, soothing him, relaxing him. His arms held above him, one
holding a pistol in my mouth, the other holding the knife begin to tire. But
I am controlling my strength, and controlling him. Soon he has to lower the
knife from my throat. He sets it aside as he flexes his hand trying to get
the blood circulating again. It's my chance--I press his other hand away with
my free right hand as my left hand squeezes his balls with all my strength. Ferdinando: Aaargh! The pain explodes in my nuts. I try to free the
hand he is blocking. The knife, I have to use the knife. But the pain is
stunning me. Shit! I have to wound him. The pain becomes stronger. Tom: I lean forward putting all my weight on his
throat, constricting his air. I
cum hard up his ass as his face reddens.
He struggles feebly and passes out from lack of air. I withdraw my cock from his ass, flip
him over, bind his hands behind him with his leather belt, and flip him over
on his back at the bottom of the shallow grave. Ferdinando: I wake up again.
My hands are tied. I am... I am in the grave. Yes, this is my place. Here my
corpse will rot. My fault. But I know this was what I really wanted. And Tom
was the right man to do it. My nuts ache, but this is good, too. "OK,
Tom, you won!" Tom: I smile down to him in the dying light. I piss on his face, returning to him
what he gave me a while ago. He sputters and then blinks to get rid of the
stinging fluid in his eyes. When he regains focus he sees I am pointing his
pistol at him. I squeeze the trigger, and a red circle appears above his
navel. I fire again and again in his stomach, and he flinches with each
shot. It's too early to kill him,
for now I play. I grab his knife from the ground, drop into the grave
straddling his legs, and place the sharp knife below the base of his cock,
behind the balls. "Ready, my
friend?" Ferdinando: I have a flame
into my belly, the hell is burning in my guts. Death is coming, yes, as I
wanted it. I look at Tom. He knows what I want. I smile. "I am ready,
friend". I feel the blade cutting my balls and my cock. I almost faint
again. "You are the man, Tom!" I am not, I know it. Tom: "Open your mouth!" I command. He
complies. I stuff his severed cock and balls into his mouth and jump out of
the grave. He is bleeding heavily, now, and it won't be long. I pick up the
pistol again and aim it at his face. He nods his consent, and I place a
single slug between his eyes. His body pulses one last time, and is still. Ferdinando: Tom doesn't
fill the grave. As Ferdinando said, more food for
the animals. Tom: I pick up the assault rifle and empty the clip
into his dead chest, shattering bone and shredding tissue. It feels good. I drop the torn fragments of my
uniform onto his body, remove my boots, and put on the black uniform he had
worn when he hunted me down. It's
a nice uniform. To the victor go
the spoils. I know that in this
remote spot, no one will ever find him, so I leave the grave open to the wild
animals. I shoulder my rifle,
pick up our pistols and his bloody knife and walk back to my car. |
