Tecpatl
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Troy was beautiful. He knew it. He knew it by the looks of longing he got from both women and men. He knew it because he looked in the mirror at a face and body that were sculpted and smooth. He liked the looks of longing. But more than longing he liked the darker looks. The looks of those who wanted to possess him. Or just possess his body. That turned him on most of all. When his body became just a tool, a thing. That was what he loved about modeling and porn. It made him enough money to live on, but it was his body just being meat that he loved.
Most of all he wanted to be hunted. To be prey. And he wanted it while he was still beautiful. He knew his beauty would fade. That keeping his body was hard work, and couldn't go on forever. So he went out almost every night. Searching for a hunter. He lay on his bed now. It was late afternoon. He was fondling one of his favorite possessions. A set of*Tekagi-shuko, ninja tiger hands. Leather and steel claws, long and sharp. He ran the blades down his bare chest. Dreaming.
Troy checked the rear view as he turned onto the dirt road. Cole was still following in his truck. Troy had met him at a bar he visited regularly. Always a lot of beef who liked it rough. He'd gone home with several of the guys from there. He even had to cancel a modeling gig when one of them bruised him too bad. Cole fit right in. Slabs of muscle rippled under his tight t. But there was something different in his eyes. The heat when Troy walked up to him smoldered between them. His eyes never left Troy's body. There was a dark hunger in them. Troy asked if he ever hunted. Cole said he did. Deer mostly. But he said deer wasn't what he was hunting tonight. Troy laughed a little at that. The laugh was light and a little nervous. Tonight! It was going to be tonight he thought. He ran his forefinger down the hard muscle of Cole's forearm.
"Would you like to hunt me?" he said, looking deep into Cole's eyes.
"I thought I was."
Troy looked around at the inside of the dim bar.
"I mean a real chase," he said, "and if you catch me you can do anything."
"Anything?" Cole rumbled. The corner of his mouth curled in a dark smile.
Troy had picked this spot out almost a year ago. There was nothing but empty woods for miles. The moon was full. Troy stripped off his clothes and stood naked in the silvery light. Cole stripped off his clothes as well. Troy reached back into his car and took out the*Tekagi-shuko. He strapped it on Cole's massive right hand in silence.
"Your weapon."
Cole looked a question at him, as he ran the side of the forefinger blade down Troy's left cheek.
"Anything," Troy said. And then turned and ran.
He heard Cole's heavy pounding as he took off behind, but Troy knew better than to look back. He concentrated on keeping his balance and speed. He was pretty sure he could run faster, *but one missed step and the chase would be short.*
His heart pounded with exertion and fear as he fell into a regular stride. He wasn't sure what Cole was going to do when he caught him. But as the fear of being hunted came on him, Troy began to think he didn't want him to. He started to run a loop, trying to lose Cole and get back to his car first. This could be real, he thought. He could die tonight. It would hurt. He lost track of direction as he darted through the trees. Was Cole still behind? Fallen branches and sharp stones tore at his feet and calves. His chest strained for air. How long had he been running? His right foot landed wrong. It slipped out from under him on some old dry leaves. He went down hard on his face. He gasped and heaved as he got up to all fours. Then a heavy body thudded onto him from behind, knocking him to the ground again. There was hot panting breath on the back of his neck. He felt Cole's hard muscled chest heaving against his back.
"You're mine bitch," Cole growled.
Troy nodded. Cole eased up and Troy turned over on his back. Cole's eyes were wild. Bits of twig and grasses caught in his shaggy dark hair. His massive chest was covered by a sheen of sweat as he panted from the run. His mouth was in a wide grin as he sat straddling Troy's hips. His huge dick lay hard against Troy's belly.
Troy stretched his arms up over his head and lay as still as he could. His heart fluttered in his chest. He wanted to keep running, but there was no way he could get up. And trying to fight someone as big as Cole was no use. It all depended on what Cole did next. Troy's dick got hard against Cole's rock hard butt. Cole smiled and ran a blade of the claw lightly down the center of Troy's chest, following the sculpted line from collar bone to navel. Troy felt the blade even though it didn't leave a mark. His body began to respond. His nipples hardened. His belly burned with longing. Suddenly Cole flicked the blade and it scratched a line across Troy's left pec. Troy looked at his blood oozing almost black in the moonlight. He took it on his finger and marked lines of blood on Cole's cheeks. Cole leaned down and kissed him, thrusting his tongue deep and hard into Troy's mouth. Troy took more blood on his finger and traced around Cole's nipples. Cole put his left hand behind Troy and pulled him close. Their bodies began to move together. Their mouths were all over each other. Then Cole spit on his left hand and coated his massive dick. Troy spread his legs and Cole plunged into his tight ass, pounding and thrusting as Troy lifted his legs onto the hard shoulders. Cole used his left hand to stroke Troy's dick. He put the right hand with its claws over Troy's face, and Troy breathed deep the smell of leather and steel. Then Cole raised the hand and the claws glinted in the moon. Fear fluttered through Troy's chest but he arched it high.
"Anything," he whispered hoarsely.
The claws slashed across Troy's chest as his dick spurted cum to mix with the blood. Then Cole went wild, slashing through muscle and plunging the knives in. Pain tore through Troy's body. He looked down as he watched the beauty he had worked so hard to gain shredded and torn. At last Cole scooped the claws deep into Troy's belly. Troy felt the knives savage through his deep organs and up into his chest. He looked down as they sliced through his heart and came back out between his ribs. One cut his left nipple in two. Cole pulled out of Troy's ass and used the clawed hand caught in the ribs to pull the body close as he pumped his cum over it and howled into the night.
Cole lay next to the cooling body, sticky with blood and cum until light began to creep into the sky. Then he found a stream he had crossed in the frenzy of the night hunt and washed off. He removed the claws and cleaned them well. On his way back to his truck he visited the ruin that had been the boy he met at the bar a few hours ago. Only the face was unmarked, but a fly was laying eggs in a corner of an open, unseeing eye. The ground was soaked with blood, and bits of organ and meat were scattered. Cole had never realized the beast that was hiding inside him. He raised the claws in salute.
"Thanks man."*
His howl echoed off the hill as he drove off in search of prey.*
Most of all he wanted to be hunted. To be prey. And he wanted it while he was still beautiful. He knew his beauty would fade. That keeping his body was hard work, and couldn't go on forever. So he went out almost every night. Searching for a hunter. He lay on his bed now. It was late afternoon. He was fondling one of his favorite possessions. A set of*Tekagi-shuko, ninja tiger hands. Leather and steel claws, long and sharp. He ran the blades down his bare chest. Dreaming.
Troy checked the rear view as he turned onto the dirt road. Cole was still following in his truck. Troy had met him at a bar he visited regularly. Always a lot of beef who liked it rough. He'd gone home with several of the guys from there. He even had to cancel a modeling gig when one of them bruised him too bad. Cole fit right in. Slabs of muscle rippled under his tight t. But there was something different in his eyes. The heat when Troy walked up to him smoldered between them. His eyes never left Troy's body. There was a dark hunger in them. Troy asked if he ever hunted. Cole said he did. Deer mostly. But he said deer wasn't what he was hunting tonight. Troy laughed a little at that. The laugh was light and a little nervous. Tonight! It was going to be tonight he thought. He ran his forefinger down the hard muscle of Cole's forearm.
"Would you like to hunt me?" he said, looking deep into Cole's eyes.
"I thought I was."
Troy looked around at the inside of the dim bar.
"I mean a real chase," he said, "and if you catch me you can do anything."
"Anything?" Cole rumbled. The corner of his mouth curled in a dark smile.
Troy had picked this spot out almost a year ago. There was nothing but empty woods for miles. The moon was full. Troy stripped off his clothes and stood naked in the silvery light. Cole stripped off his clothes as well. Troy reached back into his car and took out the*Tekagi-shuko. He strapped it on Cole's massive right hand in silence.
"Your weapon."
Cole looked a question at him, as he ran the side of the forefinger blade down Troy's left cheek.
"Anything," Troy said. And then turned and ran.
He heard Cole's heavy pounding as he took off behind, but Troy knew better than to look back. He concentrated on keeping his balance and speed. He was pretty sure he could run faster, *but one missed step and the chase would be short.*
His heart pounded with exertion and fear as he fell into a regular stride. He wasn't sure what Cole was going to do when he caught him. But as the fear of being hunted came on him, Troy began to think he didn't want him to. He started to run a loop, trying to lose Cole and get back to his car first. This could be real, he thought. He could die tonight. It would hurt. He lost track of direction as he darted through the trees. Was Cole still behind? Fallen branches and sharp stones tore at his feet and calves. His chest strained for air. How long had he been running? His right foot landed wrong. It slipped out from under him on some old dry leaves. He went down hard on his face. He gasped and heaved as he got up to all fours. Then a heavy body thudded onto him from behind, knocking him to the ground again. There was hot panting breath on the back of his neck. He felt Cole's hard muscled chest heaving against his back.
"You're mine bitch," Cole growled.
Troy nodded. Cole eased up and Troy turned over on his back. Cole's eyes were wild. Bits of twig and grasses caught in his shaggy dark hair. His massive chest was covered by a sheen of sweat as he panted from the run. His mouth was in a wide grin as he sat straddling Troy's hips. His huge dick lay hard against Troy's belly.
Troy stretched his arms up over his head and lay as still as he could. His heart fluttered in his chest. He wanted to keep running, but there was no way he could get up. And trying to fight someone as big as Cole was no use. It all depended on what Cole did next. Troy's dick got hard against Cole's rock hard butt. Cole smiled and ran a blade of the claw lightly down the center of Troy's chest, following the sculpted line from collar bone to navel. Troy felt the blade even though it didn't leave a mark. His body began to respond. His nipples hardened. His belly burned with longing. Suddenly Cole flicked the blade and it scratched a line across Troy's left pec. Troy looked at his blood oozing almost black in the moonlight. He took it on his finger and marked lines of blood on Cole's cheeks. Cole leaned down and kissed him, thrusting his tongue deep and hard into Troy's mouth. Troy took more blood on his finger and traced around Cole's nipples. Cole put his left hand behind Troy and pulled him close. Their bodies began to move together. Their mouths were all over each other. Then Cole spit on his left hand and coated his massive dick. Troy spread his legs and Cole plunged into his tight ass, pounding and thrusting as Troy lifted his legs onto the hard shoulders. Cole used his left hand to stroke Troy's dick. He put the right hand with its claws over Troy's face, and Troy breathed deep the smell of leather and steel. Then Cole raised the hand and the claws glinted in the moon. Fear fluttered through Troy's chest but he arched it high.
"Anything," he whispered hoarsely.
The claws slashed across Troy's chest as his dick spurted cum to mix with the blood. Then Cole went wild, slashing through muscle and plunging the knives in. Pain tore through Troy's body. He looked down as he watched the beauty he had worked so hard to gain shredded and torn. At last Cole scooped the claws deep into Troy's belly. Troy felt the knives savage through his deep organs and up into his chest. He looked down as they sliced through his heart and came back out between his ribs. One cut his left nipple in two. Cole pulled out of Troy's ass and used the clawed hand caught in the ribs to pull the body close as he pumped his cum over it and howled into the night.
Cole lay next to the cooling body, sticky with blood and cum until light began to creep into the sky. Then he found a stream he had crossed in the frenzy of the night hunt and washed off. He removed the claws and cleaned them well. On his way back to his truck he visited the ruin that had been the boy he met at the bar a few hours ago. Only the face was unmarked, but a fly was laying eggs in a corner of an open, unseeing eye. The ground was soaked with blood, and bits of organ and meat were scattered. Cole had never realized the beast that was hiding inside him. He raised the claws in salute.
"Thanks man."*
His howl echoed off the hill as he drove off in search of prey.*
