HangTime
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It’s hunting season, my favorite time of the year. Actually, for me it’s always hunting season, since I don’t hunt wild game. I have a taste for human meat, so I hunt other hunters.
Today, I’m in the Canadian Rockies. It’s a very desolate area, yet full of wild game. And since it’s got a lot of wild game, it also attracts my prey on a regular basis. I climb up into the mountains, and I find a lone small animal trap set up. Looks like someone’s trying to catch a few rabbits. I have my man trap with me. It’s a net with a vine-covered rope at one end. I lay the net on the ground, and then cover it thoroughly with leaves and other debris. The rope I attach to a limb of a nearby tree. It looks exactly like one of many vines snaking up the trunk of the tree. Now all I have to do is hide nearby and wait for my prey.
I didn’t have to wait long. About an hour later, a young man in hunting gear came to check on the rabbit trap, which had been tripped a few minutes earlier by a pair of hungry bunnies. He saw that the box had fallen, and could see the movement within. He quickly raced up to see what he’d caught, totally oblivious to any danger. He stepped right on the trigger for my net, and the next thing he knew, he was dangling inside the net suspended from the tree branch. I quickly ran from my cover to see what I had captured.
“Boy, am I glad you came along! I stepped in some hunter’s big game trap, by mistake. Can you please cut me out of this net?”
“My, you are a big one, aren’t you? Just a second, and I’ll have you down from there.”
“Thanks, buddy! I’ll give you what I caught in my trap as a reward. The rabbits around here are great eating!”
Not answering him, I shot him with a tranquilizer dart, which struck him in his right bicep. He yelled in surprise, but soon fell into a deep sleep from the drugs. I then climbed up the tree and cut the rope that suspended the net. Once we were both back on the ground, I tied off the top of the net, and headed back to my jeep with my trophy buck! Now it was time for me to head to my secluded hunting cabin, and further inspect my prize.
Having arrived at my cabin, I dragged the net inside, and opened it. I removed my catch from the net, and laid him on the floor. I quickly removed his clothing; he wouldn’t need it anymore. Once he was naked, I got a tape measure and found him to be 5’7” tall. His hair was brown, and I pulled up one of his eyelids, and found he had green eyes. Now I took him to my scale, and suspended him in it. He weighed an even 200 pounds, so I could probably wind up with quite a feast. I then stood him upright against an inside pole and bound his arms and legs to the pole. All in all, he was a very nice catch! Now I just had to wait for the tranquilizer to wear off so that I could begin the preparations for dinner.
About 30 minutes later, I saw him stir.
“Ugh! Where am I? What the fuck! Where are my clothes, and why am I bound? HELP!!!”
“Why do you guys always yell for help? There’s no one around for ten miles, and I’m afraid I’m not going to help you! I went to a great deal of trouble to trap you!”
“What are you talking about? Trap me? I’m a man, not an animal!”
“Man is simply another animal. You hunt rabbits for food. I am no different than you. I simply hunt larger game!”
“But why? Man is a thinking being, totally different from other forms of life. And you can’t eat man!”
“The only difference between man and other animals is that man is larger and more cunning, so it takes more effort to catch one. And why can’t I eat man? Surely you’ve heard of longpigs?”
“You’re insane! Please, let me go!”
“We’ll see. I see from your hunting license that your name is John, and you’re from Red Deer in Alberta. What will you wife say when you don’t return from your hunting trip, John?”
“I’m not married.”
“OK. Your girlfriend, then?”
“I don’t have a girlfriend either. I’m gay.”
“You’re gay! Well, that will make your stuffing easier.”
“My stuffing? What are you talking about?”
“I like my meat seasoned, and I find that my cum adds a lovely flavor to the meat. Since you’re gay, your ass will be looser, and you won’t resist as much as the straight ones do.”
“Look, I only get fucked by guys I like, and I don’t like guys who think I’m an item on the menu.”
“Like you have a choice, John. But that will come later. First, I have to clean you out. That is a job best done outside. Let’s go!”
I put a handcuff around one arm. I then unbound his arms, and quickly closed the handcuffs around them. I repeated the process with his legs, and led him out to a pole in the yard. Once he was secured to the pole, I subjected my longpig to a series of enemas until the fluids from his ass were clear. While I waited for the enemas to do their work, I had two other chores to occupy my time. First, I had to dig a pit in the yard, 6 feet long, 3 feet wide and 3 feet deep. I lined the bottom of the pit with leaves and other debris from the area around my cabin. Next, I took a large metal washtub, and filled it with pineapple juice, coconut juice and ginger. This marinade would give a delightful tropical flavor to my pig. I led him to the tub, and lowered him into the mixture. I took the precaution of looping a rope around his chest and under his arms, and tying it off to a nearby tree. It wouldn’t do for him to slip under and drowning. With him secured in his bath, I spent the next six hours enjoying the outdoors and the view.
Now that my pig was sufficiently marinated, I removed him from the tub and led him back inside my cabin. I couldn’t help but notice the lovely aroma coming from his meat. I rebound him to the pole, and went outside to add coals to the pit, and then started the fire. I called 5 of my hunting buddies, and invited them over for the feast. The six of us took turns tending the fire. Meanwhile, we made sure and didn’t neglect our dinner guest. For the next several hours, we took turns seasoning our pig, although he fought valiantly to prevent our sexual incursions. Since he was bound, and facing the pole, there wasn’t much he could do to resist our advances.
Now that the coals were ready, it was time to get the pig ready to roast. First, we lathered our pig up with shaving cream and shaved all the hair from his body. Next, I took an apple and forced it into his mouth. While I worked to get that into place, one of my friends took a carrot, and rammed it into the meat’s ass, leaving it partially hanging out like a tail. We now wrapped the pig in aluminum foil, and finally in a layer of wire. The wire would make for easy removal from the pit after our pig was cooked. It also prevented him from moving around in the pit as he cooked. Since we were roasting him live, this was definitely a concern. We now took him to the pit, and after lowering him on top of the coals; we covered him with a wet burlap bag to prevent charring, then more leaves and forest detritus. Finally, we covered the pit with a loose layer of dirt, and waited for our pig to cook. We knew to allow 20 minutes per pound cooking time. As our pig weighed 200 pounds, it would take just under 6 hours to cook our dinner.
While the pig was cooking, we set up a picnic table outside, and set six place settings for us to dine. One of my friends had brought a nice salad, another brought baked beans, we also had potato salad, chips and of course beer to drink. We sat around as I described how I had captured our pig.
Now, our waiting had come to an end. The timer went off, and three of us went to the pit, and uncovered our pig. The aromas from his roasted meat were so mouth-watering! Once we had dug him out, and removed the burlap from on top of him, two of my buddies took long hooks, and snagging them on the wire, lifted him out and carried him to the place of honor at the center of the table. We cut away the wire, and then the aluminum foil. Man, that skin was a beautiful golden color, and you could smell the tropical spices we had marinated it in. We all sat down and said a prayer of thanks for our good fortune. Being the host, I carved and served the dinner. That pig was the most delectable pig we had ever eaten. The meat just fell off the bones, it was that juicy. After we had eaten our fill, I carved the rest of our pig up, and divided it into equal portions, so that each of my guests could take some home, and I would have some too. I then took the bones, bound them into a garbage bag, and threw them in a local dumpster. Any good chef knows you have to clean up after yourself. And we’ve agreed to make these dinners a monthly affair. I wonder where I’ll capture my next pig?
Today, I’m in the Canadian Rockies. It’s a very desolate area, yet full of wild game. And since it’s got a lot of wild game, it also attracts my prey on a regular basis. I climb up into the mountains, and I find a lone small animal trap set up. Looks like someone’s trying to catch a few rabbits. I have my man trap with me. It’s a net with a vine-covered rope at one end. I lay the net on the ground, and then cover it thoroughly with leaves and other debris. The rope I attach to a limb of a nearby tree. It looks exactly like one of many vines snaking up the trunk of the tree. Now all I have to do is hide nearby and wait for my prey.
I didn’t have to wait long. About an hour later, a young man in hunting gear came to check on the rabbit trap, which had been tripped a few minutes earlier by a pair of hungry bunnies. He saw that the box had fallen, and could see the movement within. He quickly raced up to see what he’d caught, totally oblivious to any danger. He stepped right on the trigger for my net, and the next thing he knew, he was dangling inside the net suspended from the tree branch. I quickly ran from my cover to see what I had captured.
“Boy, am I glad you came along! I stepped in some hunter’s big game trap, by mistake. Can you please cut me out of this net?”
“My, you are a big one, aren’t you? Just a second, and I’ll have you down from there.”
“Thanks, buddy! I’ll give you what I caught in my trap as a reward. The rabbits around here are great eating!”
Not answering him, I shot him with a tranquilizer dart, which struck him in his right bicep. He yelled in surprise, but soon fell into a deep sleep from the drugs. I then climbed up the tree and cut the rope that suspended the net. Once we were both back on the ground, I tied off the top of the net, and headed back to my jeep with my trophy buck! Now it was time for me to head to my secluded hunting cabin, and further inspect my prize.
Having arrived at my cabin, I dragged the net inside, and opened it. I removed my catch from the net, and laid him on the floor. I quickly removed his clothing; he wouldn’t need it anymore. Once he was naked, I got a tape measure and found him to be 5’7” tall. His hair was brown, and I pulled up one of his eyelids, and found he had green eyes. Now I took him to my scale, and suspended him in it. He weighed an even 200 pounds, so I could probably wind up with quite a feast. I then stood him upright against an inside pole and bound his arms and legs to the pole. All in all, he was a very nice catch! Now I just had to wait for the tranquilizer to wear off so that I could begin the preparations for dinner.
About 30 minutes later, I saw him stir.
“Ugh! Where am I? What the fuck! Where are my clothes, and why am I bound? HELP!!!”
“Why do you guys always yell for help? There’s no one around for ten miles, and I’m afraid I’m not going to help you! I went to a great deal of trouble to trap you!”
“What are you talking about? Trap me? I’m a man, not an animal!”
“Man is simply another animal. You hunt rabbits for food. I am no different than you. I simply hunt larger game!”
“But why? Man is a thinking being, totally different from other forms of life. And you can’t eat man!”
“The only difference between man and other animals is that man is larger and more cunning, so it takes more effort to catch one. And why can’t I eat man? Surely you’ve heard of longpigs?”
“You’re insane! Please, let me go!”
“We’ll see. I see from your hunting license that your name is John, and you’re from Red Deer in Alberta. What will you wife say when you don’t return from your hunting trip, John?”
“I’m not married.”
“OK. Your girlfriend, then?”
“I don’t have a girlfriend either. I’m gay.”
“You’re gay! Well, that will make your stuffing easier.”
“My stuffing? What are you talking about?”
“I like my meat seasoned, and I find that my cum adds a lovely flavor to the meat. Since you’re gay, your ass will be looser, and you won’t resist as much as the straight ones do.”
“Look, I only get fucked by guys I like, and I don’t like guys who think I’m an item on the menu.”
“Like you have a choice, John. But that will come later. First, I have to clean you out. That is a job best done outside. Let’s go!”
I put a handcuff around one arm. I then unbound his arms, and quickly closed the handcuffs around them. I repeated the process with his legs, and led him out to a pole in the yard. Once he was secured to the pole, I subjected my longpig to a series of enemas until the fluids from his ass were clear. While I waited for the enemas to do their work, I had two other chores to occupy my time. First, I had to dig a pit in the yard, 6 feet long, 3 feet wide and 3 feet deep. I lined the bottom of the pit with leaves and other debris from the area around my cabin. Next, I took a large metal washtub, and filled it with pineapple juice, coconut juice and ginger. This marinade would give a delightful tropical flavor to my pig. I led him to the tub, and lowered him into the mixture. I took the precaution of looping a rope around his chest and under his arms, and tying it off to a nearby tree. It wouldn’t do for him to slip under and drowning. With him secured in his bath, I spent the next six hours enjoying the outdoors and the view.
Now that my pig was sufficiently marinated, I removed him from the tub and led him back inside my cabin. I couldn’t help but notice the lovely aroma coming from his meat. I rebound him to the pole, and went outside to add coals to the pit, and then started the fire. I called 5 of my hunting buddies, and invited them over for the feast. The six of us took turns tending the fire. Meanwhile, we made sure and didn’t neglect our dinner guest. For the next several hours, we took turns seasoning our pig, although he fought valiantly to prevent our sexual incursions. Since he was bound, and facing the pole, there wasn’t much he could do to resist our advances.
Now that the coals were ready, it was time to get the pig ready to roast. First, we lathered our pig up with shaving cream and shaved all the hair from his body. Next, I took an apple and forced it into his mouth. While I worked to get that into place, one of my friends took a carrot, and rammed it into the meat’s ass, leaving it partially hanging out like a tail. We now wrapped the pig in aluminum foil, and finally in a layer of wire. The wire would make for easy removal from the pit after our pig was cooked. It also prevented him from moving around in the pit as he cooked. Since we were roasting him live, this was definitely a concern. We now took him to the pit, and after lowering him on top of the coals; we covered him with a wet burlap bag to prevent charring, then more leaves and forest detritus. Finally, we covered the pit with a loose layer of dirt, and waited for our pig to cook. We knew to allow 20 minutes per pound cooking time. As our pig weighed 200 pounds, it would take just under 6 hours to cook our dinner.
While the pig was cooking, we set up a picnic table outside, and set six place settings for us to dine. One of my friends had brought a nice salad, another brought baked beans, we also had potato salad, chips and of course beer to drink. We sat around as I described how I had captured our pig.
Now, our waiting had come to an end. The timer went off, and three of us went to the pit, and uncovered our pig. The aromas from his roasted meat were so mouth-watering! Once we had dug him out, and removed the burlap from on top of him, two of my buddies took long hooks, and snagging them on the wire, lifted him out and carried him to the place of honor at the center of the table. We cut away the wire, and then the aluminum foil. Man, that skin was a beautiful golden color, and you could smell the tropical spices we had marinated it in. We all sat down and said a prayer of thanks for our good fortune. Being the host, I carved and served the dinner. That pig was the most delectable pig we had ever eaten. The meat just fell off the bones, it was that juicy. After we had eaten our fill, I carved the rest of our pig up, and divided it into equal portions, so that each of my guests could take some home, and I would have some too. I then took the bones, bound them into a garbage bag, and threw them in a local dumpster. Any good chef knows you have to clean up after yourself. And we’ve agreed to make these dinners a monthly affair. I wonder where I’ll capture my next pig?
