|
Hanging Tree
The moon was shining brightly down on the town of Fort Laramie. The
town stood quiet, peaceful in the late spring air. Springtime in Wyoming
could be a mite unpredictable, but the weather was warm. If you listened
closely you could hear the playing of a piano down at the saloon. The stillness was destroyed by the sound of a gunshot and a scream. A
few seconds later the form of a man wearing U.S. Army blue came staggering
out of the Saloon. He moved slow swaying from side to side, a grimace of pain
on his bearded face. He fell in the middle of the street lying on his side.
He gasped and fought for breath, but with a last rattle and gurgle deep in
his chest he died. When death claimed him, he rolled onto his belly and the
bullet hole in the middle of his back could be seen. When the town Marshall showed up with his Deputy, they stood next to
the body. They took notice of the bullet hole and judging from the location
surmised that it must have nicked the heart. The deputy rolled the body over.
The smell of piss rose from the man. Even in the light of the moon the
Marshall recognized the man lying dead at his feet. “Well shit” he declared
“looks like Sergeant Jim Urban failed to cheat the reaper this time.” sending
the deputy for the undertaker he looked around, a small crowd of onlookers
hovered nearby. “Anyone see what happened?” a tall well-dressed man stepped
forward. “I can tell you all about it Sir.” The Marshall listened as the
Gambler told his story. “I, Jim, and Otis were all playing cards in the
saloon with Brian Black.” “Brian was having a bit of bad luck and Jim was
doing well.” “anyway Jim went to leave the table, told us he had to get back
to the fort for watch” “Brian got upset arguing that Jim needed to stay and
give him a chance to win back what he had lost” “Jim told him he had to go,
then turned to leave” “Brian lost it and in one quick motion, he drew and
fired at Jim’s back” “Jim staggered out here before dying and Brian lit out
the back.” It was about this time that the undertaker showed up. He had brought
his assistant, but Jim being well over 6 feet was massive, so he grabbed a
couple of bystanders. The four of them burdened under the weight of the dead
man moved slowly towards his shop. The Marshall sent a messenger to the fort,
then went to his office to wait. 40 Minutes later he heard the sound of boots outside his door. The
door opened and in walked Colonel Dan Bear. The Colonel was an imposing
figure 6 foot 6, broad shouldered and deep chested. The beard and cigar only
helped to add to his presence. “What’s this about one of my soldiers being
murdered?” the Colonel’s voice boomed in the enclosed space. “Not so loud
Colonel” The Marshall asked. “I am sorry to report that Sergeant Urban was
killed about two hours ago” “apparently he was playing cards, and when he
went to leave, he was shot in the back.” “Do you know what Chicken shit
bastard did it?” Bear demanded. “Yes, it was Brian Black leader of a small
gang of ruffians hereabouts.” “And before you get all fired up, this is a job
for the law not the Army.” “My Deputy and I will ride out first light.” “Now
why don’t you go take care of things with the undertaker” and with that he
turned to discuss plans with his Deputy. Col. Bear left heading to the
undertakers. Upon arriving he was taken to the back. There he saw Jim lying on the
slab. Seeing him lying there, Dan’s memories flooded his mind. They had met
during the war. Assigned to the same unit they had fought beside each other
for years. It was during this time of kill or be killed that they had found a
kindred spirit. Both men enjoyed killing, unlike most who killed out of
necessity to survive Dan and Jim reveled in it. At a point during the war
they became aware of each other’s arousal after a battle. After that they
became lovers, seeking pleasure in each other’s company. They had to be
discreet to prevent the rest of the unit from discovering their “Depravity”.
Stepping close to the body Dan could smell liquor, sweat, blood and the musky
smell of Jim’s death load in his pants. Gently he touched Jim’s face closing
the now dead and vacant eyes. Then he rubbed his bearded face and neck. The
big broad hairy chest now still. And a fond caress of the big man’s balls and
cock. “I am going to miss you” giving the body a quick kiss goodbye. “I will
get revenge on Brian Black.” he swore as he left. It took a week for Dan to catch up with Black. He had given the
Marshall the slip, so Dan had taken it upon himself to catch the murderer. He
found him high in the hills, camped on a hill near a stream. When Dan had
spotted him, Brian was naked in the stream bathing. Brian was almost done when he noticed the smell of a cigar. Looking
around he quickly spotted a naked man on the bank watching him while smoking.
The man was huge, well-built and endowed with an abundance of body hair and a
big cock and balls. Brian’s dick started to get hard. “Mind if I join ya?” the big man asked. Brian was stunned for a second
but managed to nod. He watched as the man entered the water, his own manhood
becoming aroused. “The name is Brian, what do I call you?” he asked. “Most
men call me Bear.” he answered. “I can see why.” Brian admitted. “And I can see you like what you see.” Bear said
pointing at Brian’s hard meat. Brian could see that Bear’s cock was getting
big and hard in the water. Being a naturally aggressive man, he grabbed that
cock. Bear jerked in surprise but smiled. Taking his cigar in hand he grabbed
Brian by the back of the neck and planted a deep smoky kiss on him. The two
men engaged in a few minutes of groping and fondling. “I think we should move
this to the grass, don’t you?” bear asked. Brian agreed and grabbing Bear by
the cock led him to shore. Bear pulled out a bottle of whisky from the pack he had set down
earlier. Brian swallowed a large amount then started getting aggressive,
Pushing Bear down on the grass he spread the big man’s legs and appreciated
the hairy ass and hole. “I’m going to fuck you big man” he announced. Bear
puffed on his cigar, usually he dominated but he needed Brian to lower his
guard completely. “Do what you want fucker” he said. Brian leaned over Bears
belly and running his finger through the man’s thick beard, “I intend to.”
With that he stabbed his cock into bears waiting ass. Bear grunted, for a
murdering bastard Brian had a big cock. Brian started pumping slowly at
first, his ass cheeks flexing as he fucked, Bear’s body moving under him with
the motions. Bear was enjoying this even if he didn’t want to, the man’s cock
was stimulating his prostate and his cock was hard against Brian’s belly.
Brian was enjoying the big man’s ass; he started running his hands through
the man’s thick chest and belly fur. Bear moaned and Brian started pinching
and playing with the man’s large nipples. The two big men were both enjoying
this fuck and plotting. Brian was feeling his balls start to churn, he was
wishing he had a gun or knife handy. Killing this big bear mid act would be
just what he needed for an intense orgasm. Bear was smoking the last of his
cigar, thinking on how he would kill this fucker. Bear handed Brian the
whiskey bottle. Sweating, Brian took the bottle and chugged it down. Shortly
Brian groaned loudly and arching back unloaded a large quantity of cum into
Bear’s ass. Bear felt the hot seed fill his ass and almost shot his own load.
The combination of post ejaculation endorphins and whiskey has made Brian
very relaxed. He laid down on Bears chest and passed out. Rolling the unconscious killer off his chest Bear stood up and looked
down at the man who killed his lover. He quickly went about his plan,
fetching his horse from where he stashed him in the draw. Pulling out his
rope he fashioned a loop in it and tossed the end over a tree limb. Pulling
on the thick branch to make sure it would hold. Grabbing ahold of Brian under
the arms he dragged the man unawares to the tree. He then grabbed the rope
and put it around the man’s thick neck just tight enough to secure it. He walked
over to his horse and retrieved his gun and a fresh cigar. Once he had the
cigar lit and a good cloud of smoke, he led the horse over to Brian, with a
lot of grunting and swearing he finally managed to get the limp man on the
horse. Catching his breath, he took the time to actually look the man over.
Brian was a thickly built man not carrying a lot of fat, this line of work
doesn’t go well with that. Well-toned muscle under a tan skin, hair in all
the right places. Dan could almost consider sparring him, “almost”. Water
splashed in his face Brian came awake sputtering and cursing “WHAT THE HELL”
he shook the water from his face and started getting his bearings. Looking
around he almost lost his balance but realized he was on a horse. Wouldn’t be
the first time he had woke up on one. Sitting up he realized he was naked and
could smell a cigar. His eyes finally clear he saw Bear leaning against the
tree smoking. “What the fuck?” “What are you playing at big man?” Bear drew in a lungful of the thick rich smoke from his cigar as he
watched Brian becoming aware of his surroundings. With a smile he answered
Brian’s question by pointing up at the tree branch over Brian’s head. Brian
looked up and as his eyes focusing on the tree branch he saw the rope that
hung from it. He quickly realized it was attached to his neck as he felt the
rough hemp against his skin. With the dawning knowledge that he was going to
be hanged Brian looked back to Bear. “Hey what are you doing, this isn’t
funny” Brian tested the rope around his wrists and found them tight. “No this
is not meant to be funny.” Bear moved closer trailing smoke. “What it is, is
justice for my murdered soldier and lover you piece of shit.” Brian suddenly
remembered the big soldier he had murdered for being too good at cards that
one night a week ago. “Fuck you can’t just hang me, I deserve a trial and a
jury” Brian started to panic; hanging was not the way he wanted to exit this
world. He started to struggle but when he felt the horse move under him, he
stopped. “That fucker was cheating me I had to shoot him” Brian felt a chill
run down his back that had nothing to do with the sweat he had building. “You
murdered him plain and simple, you shot him in the back you cowardly bastard”
Bear almost spit out his cigar in his rage. Before Brian could respond Bear
raised his gun in the air and fired. The horse bolted out from under Brian
before he could say anything or even take a deep breath. The rope tightened
around Brian’s neck cutting off his air and strangling any cry he might have
made. Bear watched with satisfaction as the bastard started swinging and
kicking. Brian’s face turned red, and his ears started ringing as he tried to
get some air in his starving lungs, stars started flashing in front of his
eyes and his cock swelled to full erection. Bear was mildly amused by the
antics and arousal that Brian seemed to be going through. His own cock was
responding to the sight of Brian’s swollen member. Bear started stroking his cock
bringing it to full hardness. Brian was finding it hard to think as his
oxygen starved brain started to shut down only the primal instinct of trying
to survive and breed still functioned and the last thing Brian felt was his
cock shooting the last load his balls would ever produce. Bear watched the
man’s cock erupt with a heavy load of cum shooting ropes of sticky seminal
fluid to land impotent on the ground. After shooting his load Brian relaxed
into death. Bear pulled his pistol and emptied it into the man’s body sending
it swaying and spinning with each new impact. The five shots hitting Brian in
the chest belly and groin mutilating his privates. As he fired his gun into
Brian’s body, his own natural weapon fired his own recent load of cum freshly
made in his balls. When done he dressed and gathered up the horses and
belongings leaving Brian to swing and rot. Bear left word amongst the town and his soldiers to stay away from the
hill he hung Brian on. About two weeks later he went back and found the partially
decomposed corpse still hanging, a swarm of flies buzzing around him. Bear
stripped off his uniform to bathe in the stream. Bear washed as he looked at
the hanging corpse pleased with himself that he had gotten Justice for Jim.
After lighting a cigar Bear walked up to the tree, the smell was
overwhelming. The cigar helped to mask the scent. Bear faced the tree and let
out a stream of piss. He thought he would help the tree grow. He chuckled to
himself as he amused himself with the thought. This was one of the last
thoughts that the big man would have as a native shoved a spear through the man’s
back bifurcating his heart and pinning him to the tree. His cigar fell from
his mouth as his cock swelled with the excitement of being killed. His last
thoughts were of his cock shooting and the pain in his chest. The native had
snuck up on the naked soldier; he had been a friend of Brian Black and felt
satisfaction that he had been able to fell the giant. When he removed the
spear, the big hairy bear fell on his back. The native dragged the limp form
over to a grassing knoll, where he exposed the big hairy ass. He would take
his pleasure with the dead ass then he would hang on the same tree that he
left Brian. Shortly bear was being fucked and his body was moving back and
forth with the man’s thrusting. When the native was done he dragged the dead
man to the tree and pulled him up into the tree to swing and decompose along
with Brian. It wasn’t long before vultures and coyote’s started making a meal of
the two men. |
