Hunted Men


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Mar 7, 2018
Maryland, USA

Gary’s head was still spinning when he awoke. He tried to sit up but his feet and hands were tied, and he was naked! As he turned his head to look around, he found himself in a strange room with no windows. He felt very vulnerable lying naked in this room tied up. Then he saw Joe, who was also naked and tied on a table. He was still unconscious and Gary glanced at Joe’s bare feet tied to each side to the table squirming to get free. Suddenly the events of last night came rushing back to him. Two men had broken into the office and attacked Gary and Joe as they were talking in the hall. Gary had screamed as the men shot one of the guards who was seated at a desk by the door. He was a young man, about twenty, who had stood up to stop the men as they rushed in the door. He took several bullets in the belly and collapsed on top of the desk.

“Get the fuckers and lets get out of here!” one of the men said as he grabbed Gary’s arm and pulled him away from the man’s body. The other man grabbed Joe by his hair and pulled him up. The last thing that Gary remembered was a cloth pushed over his face.

Joe was regaining consciousness and his hands and feet struggled against the ropes that held him. Gary watched helplessly as Joe tried to free himself.

“Joe, are you all right?” Gary asked. “Yes,” he said, “but that poor guard is dead.”

Two men entered the room. Gary heard one say, “Why are these two still here?”

“Because they came in too late, we didn’t have time to brief them.” the other said.

“That’s too bad, send them out with the rest. They’ll find out quickly what to do.”

The man untied both of the men and handed each a piece of cloth. “Here, put these on quickly, and no trouble if you want to live.”

Gary pulled the cloth around his waist. It was a loin cloth that left his hips exposed but hung down between his legs in front and back past his knees.

“There aren’t any more sandals left, so you two will have to go barefoot. That is unless you can get them away from the other men.” he said smiling.

“What other men?” Gary asked.

“You’ll find out.” he said, “now move” and he pushed Gary and Joe toward a door. Before opening the door, he handed them two belts. On the belts were scabbards that held knives. “Put these around your waist, you’re going to need them” Gary pulled the knife from the sheath, it was a 7” hunting knife with a stag handle. He put the belt around his waist as Joe did the same. The man then opened the door and pushed the two scantily clad barefoot men outside, closing the door behind them.

Gary and Joe found themselves in a large penned in area filled with men wearing loin cloths like their's. They also had large knives around their waists; some of them wore sandals while others were barefoot. The men walked around the area talking excitedly. Gary stopped one of the men and asked, “Where are we? What’s happening?”

The man had an olive complexion, muscular chest and was barefoot. “We’re on an island somewhere in the Pacific, I think, and a “hunt” is about to take place. “ Those men over there” the man pointed at a group of men in the distance, “are going to hunt us with bow and arrow, they’ve paid a lot of money for the privilege, and any of the hunted men that kills one of us gets $1,000 a piece. He’s supposed to be let go as well, but I don’t trust them. I do know that the men often bet among themselves as to how many men they will take or where they will place their shots. Their favorite targets are our chests and bellies. And once they’ve shot a man, they usually rape him as well.”

Gary and Joe looked over the group of hunters; they were dressed in loin cloths like the other men, but shorter, ending several inches above their knees. Gary could see that some of the men were barefoot but all carried long bows and had scabbards full of arrows on their backs. Gary couldn’t help getting excited as he thought about being hunted by the barefoot men. “Joe and I will both be barefoot, running through the woods pursued by these men with bows.” Gary thought.

“Gary, we must stay together,” Joe said.

Suddenly Gary heard loud talking coming from one end of the pen. Two of the men were facing each other, their hands on their knives.

“I want your sandals, bitch.” A young man said. He was tall and thin with long blond hair and a flat chest. He was barefoot. The man he was talking to had black hair and was in his fifties, with large pecs that stood out from his chest.

“No way, cock,” the older man said, “you can run barefoot, you’re young enough. I need them.” As the man spoke, he pulled his knife from its scabbard.

“All right, bitch, I’ll just take them off your feet after I kill you.” The younger man drew his knife and slashed at his opponent’s pecs, cutting the smooth flesh with the tip of the knife.

“You bastard,” the older man screamed as he watched a thin line of blood appear on his chest, “I’ll shove this knife in your cock for that!”

The older man jabbed the knife toward the belly of the young man who jumped back quickly. The two men circled each other, the younger one slashing the air with his knife, the older one jabbing straight ahead. The older man stepped forward thrusting his knife at the belly of his opponent. The young man quickly jumped back and ducking under the man’s arm, he brought his knife up and stabbed the man’s left pec from underneath, neatly spearing it with his knife.

“AIEEEEE!,” the man screamed as the other pierced his pec with the knife and then quickly pulled it out. “My chest, you bitch” the man screamed and cupped his injured pec with his free hand. This was that chance that the young one was waiting for, he moved in and shoved his knife in the belly of his opponent to the hilt.

“AHH!” the older one moaned as he was stabbed, his eyes opened widely, staring at his attacker. The younger one pulled the knife from his belly and stabbed his again, this time just below his belly button.

“Ouuu” the older one moaned quietly. As the knife was pulled again from his belly, he turned away from the young man grasping his wounds with both hands. He had taken a few steps when the younger one grabbed his shoulder and pulled him around.

“Wait a minute, bitch, not so fast, take this!” and the younger one plunged his knife in the large pec of the older man.

“OH, God! “ the man stammered as he grabbed the knife in his pec, “you’ve killed me.” he said falling to his knees in front of the victor. “You’ve won the sandals, take them and leave me barefoot.” Falling onto his back, he rolled on the ground trying to pull the knife from his chest, then his hands fell from the knife, he was dead.

“I’ll not only leave you barefoot,” the young one said, “I’m going to strip you naked for everyone to see” And the young man reached down and ripped the loin cloth from the body of the dead man leaving his completely naked. The men standing in a circle around the two combatants starred at the dark hair of the dead man’s cock. “Now, I’ll take the sandals.” The young man knelt down at the feet of his dead opponent and began to remove his sandals.

“George, he has killed John,” one of the men in the crowd whispered to another, “let’s get him.”

Two of the men in the crowd now moved next to the one removing the sandals.

“Hey, you little cock,” one of the men said angrily, “you just killed our friend. “Stand up!”

The young man pulled the sandals off of the dead man and looked up at the two that stood over him. He reached for his knife and then glancing around, he saw it still sticking in the pec of his victim. “Damn it,” he thought “I should have kept the knife with me.” Standing up quickly he hit the man closest to his with his fist as hard as he could. The man screamed out and tumbled to the ground holding his hands to his face. The other man stepped forward and grabbed the young man by his hair as he tried to retrieve his knife. He pulled his hair violently, yanking the young man to his feet.

“Come here you little cock,” he yelled “You want a knife? Then take this one!” The man, who was a large muscular man in his forties like the dead one on the ground, stabbed the young one in his lower belly. He released his grip on the man’s hair as he pulled the knife out.

“Ohhh!” the young one cried as he was stabbed, “don’t kill me, please” He grabbed his stomach and turned away from his attacker. The older one put his arm around the younger one’s neck and pulling the man until his back touched his chest, he stabbed the man again in the back..

“NOOO! NOOO!” the young one screamed at the top of his lungs. “Get away from me!” “Someone help me, I’m being murdered!” He held the wound in his back with his right hand as his left hand squeezed the wound in his stomach.

“I’ll leave you alone OK,” the older one said, “ but one more thing.” Grabbing the young one by his shoulder, he spun him around. He wrapped his arm around the other's throat, and with his cock against the boy's ass, he grabbed the other's cock and stroked it. It didn't take long for the young cock to get hard and then shoot its white juices before the laughing crowd.

“This is for John.” The older one raised his knife slowly as the terrified eyes of the young man watched.

“NOOOO! Ahhh” the young one screamed as the knife descended stabbing his in his small pec. When the knife was pulled from his pec, the young man doubled over groaning, “Ohhhh Ohhhh “ He collapsed on top of the bare feet of the man that he had killed just moments before.

His body wracked by pain he saw his knife still in the pec of the dead man. He started to crawl over the dead man to get his knife. His belly brushing against the bare feet of the dead man, then his chest brushing against the man’s exposed cock, and finally his face lay against the dead man’s right pec as he reached for his knife. Grasping it by the handle he tried to pull it out of the man’s chest but it was in so deep that he couldn’t budge it in his weakened condition. He raised himself up with his left hand on the dead man’s right pec and pulled with all of his might all the while groaning with pain and anger.

“I’ll get you bitch for stabbing me” the young one groaned as he pulled on the knife. The blood pouring from his wounds was mixing with the blood on the body of the man he had killed. He became weaker and collapsed on top of the body of the naked man.

“I’ll kill you!” he cried as tears streamed down his face, his feet slipping against the feet of the dead man. The man who had stabbed him stood watching his efforts to get up with amusement.

“Come on, you little cock,” he said “come and get me and I’ll stab you in the other pec.”

The young man began to shake uncontrollably, his bare feet shaking against the feet of the dead man under him. Then he groaned loudly and his head fell on the chest of his victim; he was dead. His right hand still rested on his knife which was still buried in the man’s chest.

The man who had been punched now stood at the side of his friend. “What shall we do now?” he asked his friend.

“You take John’s sandals, you’ll need them. Let’s strip this bitch naked like he did to John” the other one said as he stooped down and began tugging at the loin cloth that covered the young man. When he ripped it off, the crowd stared at the bare ass of the dead man. Then the victor took his bare foot and rolled the body of the young man onto the ground. “I don’t want the little bitch laying on top of John” he said.

“Look George, he really was a blond” one of the men said pointing at the blond hair surrounding the young man’s bare cock.

Just then a man started yelling at one end of the pen. “All right, listen up everyone!”

“The hunt is about to begin,” he said, “when the gate is opened run into the woods over there.” The man pointed in the direction that he wanted the men to go. “And remember, it’s a thousand dollars for every one of the men that you can prove you killed. I assume you all know an easy way to prove a kill.” he said.

The men laughed among themselves, shaking their heads. “Most of you have been brought here from prisons all over the world, if any of you live, it can mean your freedom and some money to start over, so give it your best” Some cheers went up from the crowd, but some of the men, like Gary and Joe were stricken with fear.

“Just give us a chance,” one man yelled, “we’ll show you what we can do!”

“I just want to slide my knife into a couple of their warm bellies” a man said raising his knife in the air.

“If I get one, I’m not going to kill him until I rape him” another replied.

Suddenly a loud bell began ringing and the gates of the huge pen opened. “Get moving to the woods” the man yelled at the men as they ran through the gates, “the hunters won’t be far behind.”

Gary and Joe started to run with the men. Gary looked over his shoulder at the group of men waiting anxiously to begin. He couldn’t help but feel exhilarated at the thought of being hunted barefoot by these men who where clad only in skimpy loin cloths.

As the men reached the woods, they scattered. The wooded area had rolling hills and some massive rock formations that would provide plenty of cover. Then he heard another bell that signaled the start of the hunt. Looking through the trees, he saw the men spread out as they slowly approached the woods. Some of them where reaching back to pull an arrow from their scabbards. He saw the ugly triangular hunting tips on the arrows and shuddered when he imagined it piercing male flesh. Someone pulled his arm, he turned around and saw Joe looking frantic.

“Come on Gary!,” Joe said, “let’s find a place to hide.”

They both ran with the other men seeking cover. He heard a scream to his right. One man that was barefoot had fallen.

“Someone help me!” he pleaded, “I’ve hurt my ankle.”

But no one paid any attention to his cries for help, they were too busy trying to save themselves. Gary stopped to watch as the man with the hurt ankle stood up and limped through the woods looking for a place to hide. The man was probably in his late thirties, but in excellent shape. His stomach was flat and well muscled, and although his pecs were about average size, they were hard.

Gary and Joe found a hiding spot under some bushes. He watched the terrified man crying out as he tried to climb the hill for better cover. Suddenly, on top of the hill a man appeared; barefoot, with a loin cloth around his waist, his hairless body looked gorgeous to Gary. He wanted to warn the man below but he would have been discovered. He watched as the man pulled back the arrow and took aim at the man. The arrow flew threw the air and hit the man in the back a just above his ass, the head came through his loin cloth just above his cock. He jerked back violently, reaching with his hands he arched his body showing his pecs to the hunter.

“All right!,” he yelled, “what a great kill”

The man moved his hands forward and grabbed the shaft of the arrow that was sticking out above his cock. Gary couldn’t help but think that he looked like he had a cock that he was holding with both hands, only this “cock” was dripping his blood onto the ground.

“UHHH UHHHH UHHH” the man hoarsely groaned as he turned to face the archer. Another arrow flew through the air and with a loud thump it struck his in his left pec.

“NOOO!” the man screamed as he saw the arrow buried in the middle of his chest. Falling to his knees, he started to shake, his eyes wide, still holding the arrow near his cock. Then two more arrows struck him in the stomach. He screamed again and looked down at the arrows that had sliced through the muscles of his stomach. He fell over onto his side, his bare feet kicking in the dirt.

“Hey!” the archer said to two other men that had appeared over the hill, “that was my kill”

“Don’t worry, John,” one of the them said, “we just wanted to try out the bows”

The three men walked down to were the man lay. He was still trembling on the ground. His bare feet scraped against the dirt like he was trying to crawl away.

“That’s a hundred bucks you owe me for that pec shot” the first archer said.

“OK, OK” one of the men responded, “we’ll settle up at the end.”

“I wasn’t going to shoot him in his pec, but I might not get an easy shot like that again.”

The man bent down over the man and broke the shaft of the arrow that had pierced his cock. “Don’t want to mess this up, do we.” he laughed.

Then he pulled the other arrows from his body taking special care not to tear his flesh too much as he pulled the arrow from his chest. “Now let’s see his little cock” He pulled off his loin cloth leaving his body naked.

Then removing his scabbard and pulling off his loin cloth he stood over his victim, naked, his cock rock hard sticking straight out from his body. Kicking the dying man's bare feet apart, he lay on top of the man and forced his cock into his body. Gary watched as he raped his prey. His body sweating, his hands exploring his helpless body, squeezing his pecs, his bare feet caressing the other's bare feet as he thrust his cock in and out of his ass. He groaned loudly and collapsed on top of his prey and Gary knew that he had cum. He lay on his body for a few moments regaining his strength. The other men had stood watching him, laughing and making comments to each other.

When he pulled himself out of the man’s ass, he removed the strap from his scabbard and tied the man’s ankles together. As he pulled the strap tight, his bare feet came together. He threw the other end over a tree limb and pulled his body, feet first, into the air. His naked body hung in front of the men, his arms hanging past his head to the ground. Gary stared at the body of the dead naked man tied to the tree, red circles in his belly and pec marked where he had been hit by the arrows. The man picked up the man’s knife and started toward the dead man.

“Wait a minute,” one of the men said, “I’m not sure we’re supposed to do that.”

“You guys go on,” the man with the knife said, “I’ve done this to deer before, but not to a man.” The other men walked away as the man plunged the knife into the man’s body near his cock and sliced through his belly until he reached his pecs. Although Gary was sure that the man must have been dead before he was hung up, he thought that he saw his shudder one last time as the man plunged the knife into his belly. When he had finished cutting him open, he pulled out his guts and let them fall to the ground.

This last outrage was too much for Gary. He came out from his hiding place and charged toward the man who’s back was toward him. When he reached him, Gary jumped onto his back and wrapped his feet around the man's waist while covering his mouth with his arm. He felt something wet on his feet and looked over his shoulder, his bare feet were crossed over his cock, that was still wet from the man’s rape.

“He must have gotten hard again when he slit the prey open.” Gary thought. Gary stabbed him in the lower back with his knife. Not knowing what was happening at first, when he felt the knife enter his back, the hunter screamed and twisted violently around throwing Gary to the ground. The man felt his wound and said, “You no good cock! I’m going to cut you wide open!”

All at once, Joe appeared, his bare feet stepped on the bare feet of the wounded man, he stabbed him just above his cock. Pulling the knife up, he cut through his belly all the way up to his chest bone. The man stared at his in shocked horror, then he looked at the wound that his knife had made.

“OHHH!” he moaned “You fucking bitch!” His hand clutched his belly, holding in his intestines as Joe pulled out the knife as he stared into his eyes. Both men watched the naked hunter stumble away clutching his belly, screaming. Joe went after him and plunged his knife into his chest.

“AHHH!” he moaned and sank slowly to the ground staring into Joe’s eyes as he fell to the ground. He held onto the knife, as he fell. He collapsed on top of Joe with his hand still holding the knife, Joe felt his cock still hard between his legs as he lay on him. His bare feet against his, his breath coming in fast gulps against Joe's face. He thought “I’ve killed this naked man with my knife.” It felt exhilarating to lay on the man's naked body as he died from his knife thrust.

“Joe,” Gary yelled, “the other two are coming back!” He picked up the bow and grabbed some arrows from the quiver on the ground. The barefoot men were running toward them yelling.

“John, they’re over there,” one yelled, “it looks like they’ve killed Ted!”

“OK I’m right behind you!” the other one replied.

Gary pulled back the bow and took careful aim at the one in the lead. He let the arrow fly. It struck the man just below his right pec with a loud thump. When he heard the arrow strike his body, he felt a rush of excitement, his cock became hard and ached for satisfaction. The man groaned loudly when the arrow struck him, but he continued to run toward the men. “Christ, I’m hit” he screamed. His feet began to wobble as he ran. Gary noticed that he too was barefoot. He tumbled onto the ground as Gary notched the second arrow. The man running behind let fly his arrow, it struck the ground next to Gary's feet. He pulled back and fired. This man was farther back than the first and the arrow dropped lower hitting him in his loin cloth. Gary could see that it must have hit his cock. He screamed and clutched the arrow, dropping his bow. He rolled on the ground cursing Gary and pulling at the arrow. His screams filled the air. Gary ran toward him; he knew that he had to silence him or others would soon follow.

He when he reached the man, he cursed. “You fucking bitch,” he screamed as he rolled on the ground. His loin cloth stained red with blood. Gary dove on top of him. His bare pecs against Gary's chest as he plunged his knife into the other's body. He felt like he was going to cum as he thrust his knife into the hunter's bare chest.

“AHH! fuck” the hunter moaned and tried to defend himself from his attack, but Gary was filled with power and pushed the hunter's arms away as he continued to stab in his side and chest as they rolled on the ground. His screams turned to groans and his struggle weakened until he lay still. Gary pulled himself off of the body and ripped off his loin cloth leaving him naked. Breathing hard, he stared at his naked, barefoot body on the ground for a moment then taking his limp penis in his hand, he cut it off with his knife and held it over his head in triumph.

He thought, “Joe and I are naked warriors, and we will kill all of the men!” Just then Joe reached him. “Get the other one’s cock” he told Joe, I’ll get the one down there.” Joe gazed at him for a moment and Gary could see that he too was filled with lust. He walked past Joe who was kneeling over the man, he had his cock in his hand and was about to cut it off.

“Gary!” Joe yelled “more of them are coming!” Joe ran toward him with the penis of the man he had castrated in his hand. Quickly grabbing his loin cloth, he and Joe wrapped the cocks that they had won in the cloth and he tied it to his belt. With only moments to spare he and Joe ran into the undergrowth as other men reached their fallen comrades. They were truly warriors. They watched the men walk around their dead friends. Gary could feel his excitement grow as he watched the barefoot men in loin cloths walk around in the woods. He wanted to kill more barefoot men!

Suddenly six men appeared with bows in hand; they walked among the bodies of the three dead men. Gary heard one say, “Look, their cocks have been cut off.”

“I guess that means they’re out of the hunt” one said and all of them laughed.

“Come on, spread out, lets find the bitches that did this” another said and the men spread through the woods looking for men.

“Gary, lets get out of here,” Joe said, “there’s too many of them.”

But, Gary was filled with lust. He wanted to fight with these barefoot men but he knew that Joe was right. The two men ran through the woods until they could no longer hear the men’s voices.

When they had slowed their pace to a walk, Gary heard someone coming and he motioned Joe to hide as he hid behind a large tree. Soon, a man came stumbling down the path. He was an Asian of about twenty years old with a slim figure, small waist and full round pecs. An arrow had struck him in the side and came through his belly. Gary noticed that he was wearing sandals and wanted to get them. He stepped from behind the tree in the man’s path. The man let out a muffled scream as Gary jumped in front of him. When the Asian saw that it was another of the hunted, he walked up to Gary without fear.

“My belly hurts so!” the man said, “please kill me quickly.”

“Where is the man that shot you?” Gary asked.

“I don’t know, I think I lost him. But I know it won’t be long before another one gets me, so I want you to kill me before one of them does. I don’t know how much longer I can go on with this arrow in me.”

Gary decided to do as the man wished to kill him. He stepped close to the man, Gary placed his bare foot on top of the man’s open sandal so that he could feel his feet as he killed him. He pulled his knife from the scabbard and moved his arm back as his left arm circled around the Oriental’s shoulder.

“Wait,” the wounded man said, “I want you to kiss me as you kill me, please.”

Gary could see tears come to the man’s eyes. He pressed his lips against the man’s mouth, he could feel his labored breathing as he kissed him. He stabbed him just under his left pec, pushing the knife in quickly to the hilt.

“OH” the man groaned softly as he stuck his tongue into Gary’s mouth. Gary took his tongue in his mouth and kissed the dying man passionately. The man slowly sank to the ground as Gary supported his back. Both men fell slowly to the ground. Gary stood up looking at his body. Gary’s knife was still in his chest, he bent over and placing one hand on the warm pec of the dead man, he pulled his knife out of his body. Gary then knelt at the man’s feet and removed his sandals. Then he handed the sandals to Joe, telling him to put them on, and as Joe slipped his feet into the sandals.

“Gary, I can hear others coming. We must hide!” Joe said with alarm.

Gary and Joe again sought cover. A barefoot man wearing only a loin cloth like the others appeared on the path. He had an arrow notched on his bow, ready to shoot. When he reached the dead Asian, man he stopped. Gary could see his loin cloth move with his erection as he looked at the body of the dead man. Placing his bow on the ground, he grabbed the man’s loin cloth and pulled it roughly off of him. Then removing his own loin cloth he rubbed his hard cock with his hand as he stared at the now naked man.

“I knew you wouldn’t get away, you Oriental slut,” he said as he knelt between his legs. He broke off the arrow that protruded from his belly. “Now let’s see how some dead Oriental cock feels,” and he sucked the naked man’s cock. Then he turned the dead man over and fucked his ass. Gary watched as he drove himself into the dead man. Once in a while he raised himself on his knees and continued to thrust into his helpless body. Gary decided to attack and jumped into the path.

“What!” the man said still fucking the dead man.

“Prepare to die” Gary said as he approached him with his knife drawn, “I want your cock!”

An arrow struck the ground next to his foot, then one hit the tree beside him. Several more came flying through the air and Gary looked up to see five or six men about fifty yards away. “Shoot the bitch” the man who was raping the dead man yelled.

“Kill the bitch, AHHHH” his words ended in a loud groan as one of the arrows struck him in the back. Gary saw the point come through his bare chest. He stared down at the arrow, his blood oozed from the wound down his belly onto the belly of the dead man.

“YOU CUUU” the man tried to yell at Gary, but he collapsed on top of the raped man's body, his bare feet kicking against the Asian's until they became still and Gary knew that he was dead.

The arrow that had come through his body, pierced the man’s chest as he fell on him. They were united in death, the arrow that had gone through him was also in the other and his cock was still hard in the Oriental’s ass. Gary knew that there was no time to pull him off of the man and castrate him, so he yelled to Joe and both men ran into the underbrush with the men in pursuit.

Gary and Joe ran through the woods, he felt the air rush against his naked pecs making his nipples hard. He looked at Joe running beside him. He could see Joe’s cock as he ran, his legs kicking the loin cloth, his pecs and his nipples were hard like Gary’s. Eventually they tired and could run no longer. They walked through the woods breathing hard; they could hear the sounds of the men following them. Occasionally, Gary and Joe could hear the screams of men as they were shot with arrows; sometimes Gary could even hear the slap of the arrow as it hit the men’s bare flesh.

Both men came to a steep decline, a man was kneeling about a hundred yards away, his bow drawn. He was aiming at a blond man who was crouched over walking along the side of a hill. Gary saw that he had very white skin. His hair was a light golden color and his skin was smooth not hairy like some of the other men that he had seen.

Gary couldn’t help but wonder if he had been the lover of some statesman and had fallen out of his favor, or maybe his wife arranged for him to be hunted without his knowledge. The man let the arrow fly, it streaked past Gary and hit the blond in his chest.

“AIEEEE” the blond screamed and stood up straight. His bare feet kicked the pine needles on the ground. The arrow had entered thought the side of his left chest, the point had come out of the top of his pec. As he screamed his hands cupped his wounded chest. At that moment another arrow hit his in the belly with a loud slap.

“AH” he groaned and for the first time he stared, wide-eyed, at the bowman. He had notched another arrow and fired. This one also struck him in the belly a few inches above the other. The blond was moaning as he fell to his knees, the bowman let another arrow fly, it struck him directly between his full pecs knocking him onto his back; his feet were doubled under him.

“UHH, UHH” the blond groaned as he tried to straighten his legs, he arched his back struggling to free his legs, he displayed his magnificent chest and firm belly. The bowman stood up and Gary could see that his cock was hard; it pushed his loin cloth straight out. He watched intently as the blond struggled to stand, his cries filling the air. Trying to stand, the blond's bare feet stepped on his loin cloth and tore it from his body leaving him naked. Gary was hurrying toward the bowman, his bare feet hardly made a noise on the pine needles that covered the ground, but the man’s screams would have covered any noise that he made. The blond had managed to stand again, he was totally naked. One of his hands was between his legs covering his cock, Gary smiled to himself thinking how foolish the man was to be modest when he was being shot with arrows by the barefoot bowman. His back was to Gary as he pulled back on the bow. Gary could see the large muscles in his back, and his well defined biceps. His feet were bare, only a loin cloth kept him from being as naked as his prey was now. His bow followed the blond as his bare feet stumbled from side to side on the path as he slowly tried to escape.

The hunter let the arrow fly. It struck his in the blond's side. “OUUUU!” he cried and fell again to his knees.

Gary had reached the bowman, he was watching the blond as he fell onto his side, his bare feet kicking the dirt. Gary choked the bowman with his left arm, pulling his head against Gary's pecs, he felt the bowman's bare flesh against his belly and his bare feet pushed against his. He brought the knife around and stabbed him just below his rib cage. The hunter cried out in pain as the knife stabbed his belly, Wrapping his feet around the hunter's ankles, he pulled his feet out from under him, and they both fell to the ground.

Gary held his arm around the hunter's throat as they rolled on the ground, his bare feet fought with the other's. He pulled the knife out of his body and stabbed him again in the belly. He felt the hunter's ass rubbing against his cock as they fought on the ground. He could feel his wet flesh every time he plunged his knife to the hilt in his body. Finally, he was able to stab him in his left pec. He drove the knife in as far as he could and taking his hand off of the knife, he couldn’t resist the desire to squeeze his ample pecs. The hunter let out a loud groan when Gary stabbed his chest and he stopped fighting; only his bare feet now struggled against Gary's.

Gary lay holding his body as his legs and feet still struggled against him. Gary had an orgasm as he held his body, then pulling the knife from his chest, he ripped off his loin cloth and with his naked body laying against him, he cut off the hunter's cocl. He had another orgasm when he castrated him and lay against his body exhausted.

Gary rolled the man off of his onto his stomach. He lay staring at his muscular naked body. He rubbed his bare ass with his hand; he looked at the heels of his bare feet. He held his castrated penis in his left hand; he had the sudden urge to stab his body again and picking up his knife, he stabbed his ass. Feeling the knife go through the flesh of his ass made his cock wet again and he stabbed him several times. Then placing his hand on his ass, he stood up.

“Gary!” he heard Joe scream, “Gary!” He had forgotten about Joe. Looking around, he saw his. “Oh my god!” Gary said, “he’s been hit!” Gary watched in shock as Joe stumbled toward him with an arrow through his chest; it had hit his nipple.

“Joe!, “ Gary screamed as he ran to his friend. He grabbed Joe’s shoulders and held him up. Another arrow struck Joe in the back.

“UGGH!” Joe groaned. “Gary,” he whispered as his body slipped down Gary’s body, his hands trying to hold onto his friend. Joe grabbed Gary’s loin cloth as he fell to the ground pulling it off, leaving Gary naked. Gary broke off the arrow that was in Joe’s back.

Then standing up, totally naked, he confronted the bowmen that had shot Joe. Screaming he ran toward one of the men with his knife raised. The hunter raised his bow and fired an arrow. It struck Gary just below his left pec; he cried out in pain but continued to run toward him. Pulling another arrow from his quiver, he quickly pulled back and fired. This arrow hit Gary in the center of his belly. He slowed his pace, his bare feet started to slip on the pine needles on the ground; blood poured down his belly. The bowman’s eyes grew wide as this naked man continued to approach him. As he pulled another arrow, Gary stabbed him in the chest. At the same moment another bowman had shot an arrow hitting the hunter in the side. Gary and the man that he had just stabbed both screamed with pain. Gary slumped to his knees pulling the knife out of the man’s chest. The hunter screamed , dropping his bow and covering his wound. Gary held the knife in both hands and using his remaining strength, plunged the knife into the hunter at the base of his cock.

“AHHHH” he screamed dropping his hands to his knife buried in his groin. Gary fell onto his back. He looked where Joe lay.

“Oh Joe,” he said, We’ve both been shot to death with arrows by these men.” Gary tried to crawl back to Joe, but he had no strength left and fell back onto the ground dead.

The bowman stumbled forward, his bare foot hit Gary’s body and he fell on top of him. The arrow in his chest had penetrated his belly and went through his heart. He groaned loudly and died. The other bowmen ran to where he and Gary lay.

“The fucking naked bitch killed, Tom!” one of them said as he pulled the body of the man off Gary. The dead man’s body fell onto its back.

“Look where he stabbed him,” another said, “the bitch! Let’s drag him over to where the other one is laying.” As the man said this he bent over Gary’s body and grabbing his bare feet, he dragged him to where the body of Joe lay. He dropped Gary’s feet and they landed on top of Joe’s body.

“Pull out the arrows, lets rape these cunts” one of the men said and placing his hand on Joe’s chest, he pulled the arrow out of his body while another ripped off his loin cloth leaving him naked. When they had pulled the arrows out of the men’s bodies, each of the men had removed their loin cloths and began raping them.

One of the men opened Gary’s mouth and shoved his cock down his throat. His warm, wet mouth felt like ecstasy against the throbbing cock and he came inside Gary's dead mouth. Another had turned Joe onto his stomach and was forcing his cock into his ass. All of the men took turns raping the naked bodies of the two men. One of the men picked up Gary’s bare foot and wiped his cock off on his foot. When he finished, he dropped his foot again on Joe’s belly.

The men again wrapped themselves in their loin cloths and picked up their bows. They circled the bodies of the two dead men. One bowman notched an arrow and shot it into Gary’s chest. Another shot his arrow into Joe’s belly. One by one the men fired arrows into the bodies of the dead men. Their bodies shook as the arrows hit them. The arrows struck their pecs and bellies. Then the men turned their attention to the dead men’s cocks. Each shooting their arrows into the men’s cocks. They left the men’s bodies filled with arrows lying on the ground as they continued to search for more men.

Gary’s naked body lay with Joe all night. The next morning service men walked through the woods picking up the bodies of the dead men. When they came to the bodies of Gary and Joe, they pulled the arrows out and threw them onto the back of the truck. They drove the truck to the end of the woods where there was a pile of the men that had been killed the previous day.

The men were all naked, having been raped by the men who had killed them. All of them were also barefoot since the sandals were to be given to men during the next hunt. The men picked Gary’s body up by his hands and feet and threw him on the pile of bodies. He landed on the body of an olive skinned Greek man whose pecs had been the favorite target of the men that had hunted him. The body of Joe landed on top of Gary. They lay on the pile of naked, barefoot men who had been killed in the hunt.