THE HUNTERS
(I recently discovered this story, and thought that with halloween coming up, it was perfect timing to post this sick,# fiction story.
**WARNING! Acute horror fiction. Twisted, adult horror. 21+**
Re posted here, by direct permission of the author. Do not copy without permission and credit to the Author and or publisher.)
The Hunters.
By D. A. Richter.
It must have been nearly a year now, since I started messaging back and forth with various guys online. These guys though were the type, that like me, enjoyed some pretty extreme fantasy role play. One guy really stood out. He messaged me, just one time, on a pretty fun website. He just wrote, “I understand you and I will make sure you get what you ask for.” I looked up his profile and it didn’t say much, not much to be inspired by there. But it was late at night and I just wrote back giving him my name on an encrypted web site. Figuring that if he wanted some fun, intense role play chat, I’d be up for that some time.
I often would post some stories online on sites where guys shared similar interests. For a long time, I was on a breath control site, but those sites would get popular then disappear. Too popular for their own good I guess. Often when the sites closed down, photos of mine disappeared with it, stories I loved and never downloaded disappeared, and sometimes some of the guys themselves would disappear. Making me wonder if they lost interest, met someone, or went too far?
About a week after I sent that message, I read a response on the Whisper encrypted chat site. He was pretty direct, while I continued to try to find out more about his own interests. I would try to get him to engage in erotic roleplay. He would say, just enough to keep my interest. He would say things like, “You know you are ready, but just scared.” Or, “It will be better for you, to just release all that tension you hold. Just admit you have a need, that is not just fantasy.” Then one day he posts me a message that says, “It’s your turn now. Be ready to follow my instructions, or never hear from me again.”
I was suddenly feeling a little shock, not sure what exactly that meant but it gave me a cold chill and twinge in my shorts. Four am the next day my phone kept vibrating with new messages. I logged in to Whisper, and my heart all but stopped. This was too real.
“All is set up.”
“I found a match to your needs and he will follow your fantasies you have described, in exchange for your meat. I shared the photos you sent and he found you very acceptable”
“Do not change your routine, or it will get ugly for you.”
“We have devised your processing to match your fantasies”
“Soon, in next few weeks, no more. You will be approached and told to get in to vehicle. This is your one last choice.”
My chest was tight. I felt cold ice in my stomach. My stupid ass cock, was hard. This seemed too real. I told myself it had to be roleplay. I read over his messages from the last few days before they disappeared. I was so hard. I couldn’t help it. Once again I laid down picturing a hot scene where I was abducted to be made into real meat, and shot more cum again.
A little while later I began to have regrets and hopes that it was all just roleplay. I started to get anxious and finally, unable to sleep I sent a few texts. Basically thanking him for the fun chat. And that IF it was real that I really couldn’t follow through. Yet I wanted it to be real. I just didn’t have the balls to follow through. I eventually fell asleep after taking about 3 allergy pills to sedate myself.
Next morning at work. I read the newest messages. First it seemed to say it would be called off if I asked again before noon. Then he implied it was just a game. I felt relief. Yet with that relief I started to miss the thrill of the last 24 hours. So I played along a little more. I couldn’t stop myself. I got to the point where I was not sure if it was a game, was cancelled or still on? Pretty sure it was just really good play, and that he had set me up. With that in mind I decided to convince myself it could still happen. It made my whole day at work just fun. My body just vibrated with thoughts of “what if”.
Monday was gym night after work. Had an okay work out, nothing too great. I skipped the shower, dressed back in spandex, then my Dainese leathers that I loved so much. I strapped on my helmet and gloves and headed out to my fucking beautiful sport bike. As I walked into the shadows of the parking lot, I had imagined that any car near by might be the guy to take me away. I was hard again.
That night I sent a few texts. I felt a lot better now. I barely had any anxiety, I felt a deep throbbing need that cumming just didn’t quite satisfy. More and more I started to feel it was just a game we were playing. I even felt a tiny disappointment that it wasn’t real.
Two days passed. Nothing too exciting. I would go home to my lover and hold him so tight. It felt good to feel his body, his skin soft next to mine. We slept together in the same bed on Wednesday night. He could never understand what was going on. I started to feel less inclined to play around with my dark fantasy friends. It may not sound exciting but I loved him. Well at least as much love as one can feel. After my last major crash in 2012, I really lost the ability to connect in that way. I can understand it and try to relate to it. But some how I just don’t feel all touchy feely, the way I used to be, as a youngster. I can understand and imitate some things but those feelings just don’t connect. To register, touch and feelings and what you’d call emotion have to be really strong. I enjoy what you may call pain. Not as pleasure exactly but a strong input I can really feel at times.
I was far lost in thought Thursday evening. My cardio work out was more like meditation. I could feel my arms burn when pushing their limits. I took a long shower but then had to dress back in my sweaty gym socks, and work shirt. I didn’t have the spandex top with me today, that I usually wear under my leathers. I slowly pulled up my leathers, taking my time. Hoping some guy would come into the locker room and look at my gear with longing to touch it. But I do fantasize a lot. I just sort of drifted out of the gym, my thoughts scattered. I locked down my tank bag when I heard a voice.
“Hey, Do you happen to have phone on you?”
I nodded. “It’s in my pocket here.” I indicated tapping my chest.
“Oh good. Can I show you something, just over here? It will just be short moment.”
Again, I nodded and followed him over a few cars, to where the trees cast longer shadows of the street lights. He opened the rear passenger door to his Yukon and said. “We’ll leave the tank bag. All I need is your phone, now get in, it’s time.”
I swore I’d been stabbed with an icy knife right up my ass. My stomach turned cold and my feet numb. I found myself like a passenger in my own body just partially nodding and without pause climbed right in. I seriously could not think at all my body was moving but my brain was fully locked. No coherent thoughts. Total brain freeze. I just crawled up onto the bench seat and laid down without even being told what to do.
He just closed the door then went around the car and got into the passenger seat up front. A few moments later some guy I didn’t really look at climbed in to the driver seat.
The first guy then said, “He’s our insurance. The driver here was keeping an eye out and had other means to make sure of your cooperation. We really weren’t giving you any choice at this point. Now put these on. And make damn sure they aren’t going to come off, or we will lock them down so tight you won’t feel your hands anymore.”
I glanced at the silvery cuffs he had just tossed at me. They were the real thing. No play cuffs. I slowly ratcheted the clasp around my left wrist first. Then stretching back with my right arm even more I closed the right cuff closed, maybe a little too tight but it was done now.
“Now just relax, keep your head down and in a little while we’ll get you all prepped for a long drive.”
I’m not sure how long it was, my head was still racing and I couldn’t think. We pulled off into some gravel. The doors were opened and they had me sit up. “Here drink this, you are going to be hooded for a while and you won’t get more water for a while.”
I could tell it was not quite water at all. It was probably Gatorade, but with something else added. A soft leather hood was pulled down and tied in place. It had nose holes and a gag, already strapped in. I sure hoped I didn’t get car sick. But I started to feel very relaxed and began to drift off. Secure in my leathers, and dark leather hood. I felt so relaxed, so comfortable. The motion of the vehicle rocked me, drifting off to sleep.
I barely remember walking in someplace. I could smell old wood smoke, pine and maybe a little mildew. I was lead to a padded surface, maybe a couch and drifted back out.
I carefully tried to open my eyes, as they pulled off the hood. It was difficult to focus. We were in a room with a sealed concrete floor. Cheap paneling on the walls and a large open area in the middle of the room. I could tell it was day light through the two sets of curtains, but that was all I could tell. I only just started to realize my hands were free but a chain was locked around my bare ankle and locked to the frame of the futon I had been on.
“Well, time to see what you have to offer us. Strip that gear down, now.”
I unzipped my suit dropped out of the sleeves. And let the suit fall past my waist. I pulled of my shirts, and I was just thinking about what to do with my suit as it dropped down past my knees. Then I thought, “Oh yeah, oh fuck I’m probably never wearing my beautiful suit again.”
“Hang on there. Don’t want you feeling like you’ve got some sort of freedom here.”
Handcuffs were quickly applied behind my back again. I sat down as they unlocked my ankle chain, and the rest of my gear was pulled off.
“Well that looks just fine to me.” The driver said as he reached down grabbing my shoulders, my arms, then my chest. “Here stand up and let me inspect you up close.”
I stood up and he came up behind me and reached around and stroked my chest and belly, He bit down into the upper shoulder. Not enough to draw blood but It sure made me hard. I could feel his crotch, right at my locked hands.
The other guy reached into a hockey style duffle bag and pulled out long rope. He stood in front of me as he eyed me and tied a good decent noose with the thick rope. It was happening so fast, it seemed. Yet I was starting to feel a lust for the rope. I was uttering a noise, not unlike a moan. I couldn’t help it. My body seemed out of my control.
“Come here meat.”
I started to move and he just lifted up the heavy knot with the wide, open loop and dropped it on my head and let it slide down into place to rest on my shoulders.
“Feels good doesn’t it. You like the feel of those rough fibers sitting there heavy on your shoulders don’t you. I’ll bet you wish it was a little tighter though. Just say the word and I’ll help you feel more snug. Nice and secure. Well? You want to feel that?”
I nodded
“Use words!”
“Yes,” I uttered.
“Just a moment, hey. Put that hood I gave you on now.” Both men then slid down spandex hoods over their faces. Just the eyes and mouth now showed. He then went over to a camera and turned it on, facing the center of the room. He came back and using the noose like a leash, pulled me to the center of the room. “Now, you were about to answer my question, let’s hear it again”
“Yes! I want to feel the noose tighter around my neck. Please just do it. I need this so bad”. I finally admitted. Tears started to run down my face. I wasn’t sad really, It was just so overwhelming now.
“That’s what we thought.” He came up close and while he held the loop up high under my chin, the driver pulled the knot down tight. It nearly was tight enough to stay in place.
A large stained but white bucket was brought over in front of me. He turned it upside down. “you know what this is for? Your organs. When we gut you and cut you open this bucket will be really handy. But for now It will make a nice little stool.”
The driver took the loose end of the rope and threw it up over a beam overhead.
“OH shit! This is real. Oh shit.” I should be scared but my cock was jutting out and just dripping now.
On purpose, he very slowly started to take in the slack of the rope as I watched. Each inch, each foot slowly rising upward. Finally I could feel it beginning to pull a little on my neck. He kept pulling.
“Up now. That’s it, just step up there on the bucket. That’s better. See? Oh, almost forgot, my favorite toy.”
He pulled from his bag a shiny pronged tool. He then added a thick yet tiny band to the prongs. Without delay he walked up to me, grabbed my balls, and pulled them through the now stretched out band. With a small pinch he relaxed his hand and the slid the tool out. I had just been banded with the elastrator. He then added two more bands. And started to stroke me.
I was shaking now. Trying to stand on the bucket. The noose, helping me now keep my balance.
“Usually we place this band on whatever we are castrating for a good long while. But well we missed that, so when we cut this sack off it’s going to hurt. Going to hurt a lot. In fact here’s what’s going to happen to you now. Now that you are fully tied off you are ready to hang. In fact you get to choose when you hang. All you have to do is step off at any time. If you are ready, step off. If you are in too much pain, step off. If you just can’t hold back any longer and the need to be snuffed, butchered and made into nice small packages of meat, step off.”
He slowly started to stroke my cock again. Teasing me. His partner then roughly shoved his thick finger up my ass. I was so close…so close. “SNAP!” He had slipped another elastrator band on. This time down low on my cock. Oh fuck that hurt and made me throb more. He rubbed the head over and over. Then kissed me hard on the lips. It was exquisite. The driver handed him a very sharp hooked knife. He took the knife and very gently drew lines on my skin. Immediately small drops of blood seeped out. He just drew on me like he was tickling me. Yet he was cutting instead. Just barely skin deep but it drew blood. I thought I’d lose it, yet now I was craving any touch. He stopped and pointed to a mirror.
I saw myself in the mirror. Thin lines dripping with blood, it still looked sexy, that noose so inviting. Oh I was so ready to hang. Yet I didn’t want this to end just yet. My cock was starting to feel raw and cold. He grabbed it and stroked it and started squeezing on my balls, then light pounding on my balls. I was about to cum. I could feel it ready to burst but it was trapped. I was right on edge my feet burning. Then icy hot pain. He reached up and showed me my banded cock. The Driver then grabbed my head and forced a mouth spreader gag in. They started slowly bringing my cock to my own mouth then the cold head reached my spread lips. It then was slid in. he started pounding my balls again and pushed more with my severed cock. I started to gag on my own dick. This was getting to be too much. I thought of stepping back off the bucket, but I started cumming. It burned like fire. I was bleeding and cumming at the same time. He reached down and immediately cut off my balls. They were now just a small wrinkled little sealed bag. He brought them up and pressed them to my mouth. He pushed. He started stuffing them in. I was choking now and barely realized I had kicked out trying to stop him, and suddenly the rope closed tight. They stepped back and I started to spin. I was really fucking hanging. It didn’t hurt like I’d read, it felt great. The rope kept getting tighter, my ears started ringing. I started to try to escape, or reach the ground or anything but I couldn’t. I was fucking hanging and I wanted it.
[Slowly his movements got weaker, then he had a short burst of shaking, quivering then still, as his bladder and bowels relaxed and his eyes went glassy. They busied themselves cleaning up the floor, then hooked up a hose to the sink and sprayed the body down. They lowered it down long enough to move the noose to an ankle, then pulled the body up and tied the rope off to the other ankle. His throat was cut open to bleed out. He was quickly gutted and the bucket was again used. Just as they had said. Finally the Driver pulled out a reciprocating saw with a pruning blade and began cutting. Head and hands then arms were quickly removed then the blade was brought up and he started cutting right at the crotch, splitting the meat into two equal halves. They finished up packed it up and proclaimed it a very successful hunt.]
#puprubberfet
very nice….
Damn so hot
