The Hunt - Chapter 2

Author's Note: Please excuse some of the language in this one. There is a point, even if it's not a very good one. Also, no diapers in this story, sorry. I'm trying different things.

“Wake up, Snowflake!” said Cletus. His balding head hovering over my bed on the top bunk. “Time to catch us s’more faggets!”

My head was pounding. Images of last night’s antics blurring with my dreams--or what I hoped were dreams.

I looked outside, the sun wasn’t even up. “Why so early?” I grumbled, wiping sleep from my eyes.

“Got’er get duh traps set and get in duh blind...duh!” Cletus said, shaking his head like I was the dumbest person he’d ever met.

We put on our gear and headed outside. Everyone was sitting around the embers of last night’s fires and sipping coffee while sharing stories of their escapades from the night before. The naked sissies in the pen were snoring softly, their bodies huddled together closely for warmth.

“Gotta ‘bout 12 more out there by my count” said Jim-Bob. “These one’s left ain’t gon’ be as stupid or slow as those ones” He said, nodding to the pen.

“We’ll catch ‘em” Cletus said, “can’t letta buncha faggots outsmart us now can we?”

Everyone loaded up their dart guns and packs and we eventually set off Northwest. I had no clue what I was doing, but I didn’t want to let them know that.

We hiked for about half an hour as the sun broke over the horizon. The ground was still wet with dew and the birds were beginning to chirp. In another context, I could see how hunting for game could be fun. Being one with nature and watching it wake up in the morning.

“That’s human shit!” Chris called, kneeling down to examine the ground where a small pile of dung lay. The others rushed over to examine the pile of feces.  “Look, there’s tracks!” He said, tracing them over the hill and into the forest.

We made our way through the dense brush. Following the path of broken sticks and layed-over shrubs until we came to a leafy area with a large hole in the center.

“Pit trap!” Cletus called, his belly bouncing as he hobbled over. He was breathing heavily from the 5-yard jog as he looked down into the hole. “Whoohoo! We got one boys!!”

The rest of the party of 8 rushed over to see what he meant. Sure enough, down at the bottom of the 10 foot hole was a trembling sissy in a cheetah print thong and matching ears.

The sissy was sniffling, but when he looked up he broke a half smile. “W-water please!” he croaked in a raspy voice. “Water!”

“I think the fagget’s thirsty!” Cletus said, smiling between his missing teeth as he began unbuckling his belt. It struck me that I’d seen this man do that too many times this weekend. He pulled out his short, chubby cock. “Open wide!” he called as he started peeing down the giant hole and onto the sissy.

The sissy cringed at first as the stream hit her in the forehead, then shrugged, and opened her mouth to catch the piss raining down at her. Whimpering and lapping it up like a starving kitten.

The other men around me laughed and started undoing their trousers as well. Circling up.

“C’mon rook!” Jim-Bob cheered, clapping me on the back with the hand he wasn’t using to hold his penis. “Help us give the fagget a bath!”

All of the men stood in a circle and started peeing on the helpless sissy. I stood there mouth agape. Not wanting to be the only weirdo to not pee on another human being. I pulled my cock out under the watchful eye of everyone else. Peer pressure is a helluva drug.

But I’ve always been a shy pisser.

“You gonna go or what, rookie?” one man said.

“J-just gimme a second…” I said nervously. Their banter and chortling not helping matters at all.

After about 2 mins of me standing there awkwardly with everyone’s dicks hanging out, Cletus finally said “Awww hell, let’s jus’ go. We ain’t got all day.”

Two men threw down a rope and hauled the slimy sissy out of the hole. Binding him up tight by his wrists and ankles to keep him from trying to run. “8-pointer.” One of them said after counting the number of painted fingernails,  “We’ll call it in, ya’ll go on ahead”

We walked around for another hour or so. I was sweating and getting blisters inside my boots. Clicking the safety back and forth on my gun. Trying to think of ways to tell Chris I wanted to go back without the other guys hearing or judging.

Suddenly there were cheers and jeers coming through the forest. We hustled to see what it was.

Turns out, a sissy had been caught by a rope snare and was now hanging upside down by his ankle. The men were crowded around him in a circle, laughing at his whimpers as they swung him back and forth like a pinata at a birthday party.

“‘Ere ‘ere ‘ere!” One of them said, pulling out a metal device. He stopped the swinging of the sissy and grabbed her by the hair. Pinching her cheeks together and shoving the metal device between his lips. Others held the sissy still as the man strapped the device around his head. Finally, he cranked it, and the sissy’s mouth was forced open. Her eyes were huge in fear as the men started dropping their pants.

They took turns swinging the sissy around, trying to land her open mouth on each other's hard cocks like some sort of perverted pin-the-tail on the donkey. If the mouth landed around their cock, they would grab the back of her head and face fuck her. Tears and snot dribbled from her head to the ground below as the sissy sputtered.

“I gotta cum, throw’er’ to me!” One man grunted. Catching the helpless sissy and jerking his crooked cock until he jizzed all over her face.

One by one the other men did the same while our group all stood there and watched. It was so bizarre the way these men gloated and cheered each other on about being alphas while they fucked the little beta bitches they called “faggots.”

We moved on through the woods, looking for signs of movement or disturbance.

Leaves rustled in the distance, the whole party stopped and looked over, cocking their tranquilizer guns.

The brush was moving, swaying unnaturally, like something was behind it. All of us had our guns trained on it. Suddenly the figure darted out from behind cover, it was a large furry one, with a huge set of antlers.

“Just a deer.” The men said disappointedly, watching it scurry away without a second thought.

“Over here!” someone shouted. We all rushed over to the clearing where the call came.

In the middle of the open, there was a large barrel-like structure on what looked to be a giant tripod. Around it, the ground was littered by hard kernels of corn.

“They’re feeders,” Chris explained, “every couple hours or so it’s programmed to go off. The sissies get hungry, so it’s an easy way to lure them in and track ‘em.”

“We got two sets’er tracks here.” Cletus said, scratching his potbelly and pointing to the ground where the human footprints were. “One going North and one Wast”

“There’s more tracks heading North! Let’s all go that way!” someone said.

“Now, now, calm your horsies!” Cletus spat. “We gotta catch all of ‘em, otherwise we gotta pay these faggets if they make it to the end ‘o’ tomorrer. That means unless you all wanna be out a couple thousand we better find all of these queers and get ‘em back here!”

All of the men nodded and grunted to agreement.

“You three go North” Cletus said, “I’ll take Chris and the Rook out West”

No one felt the need to argue, just checked their guns for the 17th time and went on their respective way.

“See the way the toes are showing up but not the heel?” Chris asked me as we walked, pointing at the tracks,  “That means they were running. You tend to run on the front balls of your feet. But right here? See how the arch and heel start to show up? That means they’re slowing down.”

We rounded a bend into another woody area. Cletus put his hand up, signalling for us  to stop. “Right there!”

There was a sissy in the middle of the open with his hands up. He had fox ears on and a pair of matching panties.

“Please!!” His voice quivered and his arms shaking over his head, “Please! I don’t want to play this game anymore! I want out! Please! I’ll do anything you want!!”

Chris and I exchanged glances. Cletus put the barrel of his gun down and smirked, walking up to the sobbing sissy.

“Anything huh?” he mused, taking the sissies chin that was wet with her tears and raising it so she was forced to look at him. The sissy was shaking uncontrollably now in fear. Cletus hooked his brown, grubby thumb and forced it between the sissy’s whimpering lips. “Why don’t we see what that mouth can do?”

The sissy cringed with her eyes shut, but nodded reluctantly. Sucking Cletus’ stubby thumb like it were a dick.

Cletus chuckled as he unbuckled his pants for what seemed like the 100th time this weekend. He shoved the sissy down onto his knees and pulled out his short, fat, chubby cock, already dripping with precum.

The sissy looked revolted as she leaned forward, took him in her mouth and started servicing him.

Chris and I looked away, not really wanting to watch. If we had been we might have seen the sissy’s hand slowly reaching around Cletus and grabbing his gun.

Cletus’ eyes were too busy rolling in the back of his head for him to see. He didn’t notice until there was a dart sticking into his big, fat potbelly. He let out a wheezy groan before collapsing to the ground, snapping us from our reverie.

Chris and I tried to raise our guns at the sissy fox, but there was a thundering of footsteps and shadows behind us.

I turned around just in time to see the butt of a gun hit me square in the head, knocking me out cold.

******

I awoke several hours later, feeling groggy and with a resounding headache.

There was a fire crackling, so my confused mind assumed we were back at camp. But when my vision became clearer, all I saw were a bunch of half-naked sissies dressed like animals.

I tried to rub my aching head, but my hands were tied behind my back. My jaw was aching from the horse-bit gag in my mouth. Next to me, Chris was stirring, struggling at his bonds and proceeding to muffle screams behind his ball-gag.

“You’re awake.” Came a deep, gruff voice. A very large shadow loomed behind me. A giant, muscular man strutted in front of me and sat next to the fire.

In the light I could see he wasn’t a man. Well, he was, by almost every sense of the word. But he was wearing a bright red pair of panties. He was a sissy.

“You look surprised” He chuckled with his rough voice, noticing my bewildered look, “Didn’t expect to see someone like me in a pair of panties huh?”

I nodded stiffly. Still feeling an immense amount of pressure in my head.

“Sorry we had to be so rough with you.” he said, “But we needed your weapons.”

He tilted his head to the stack of guns other sissies were checking, cleaning, and loading. I noticed the sissy in fox ears from earlier was there too, she saw my gaze and gave me a wink.

“My name is Rubio,” the large man in red said, “But you can call me Rubi.”

He had a fierce, intense, gaze. But it was somehow welcoming at the same time. His hair was long and ruffled, resembling the mane of a male lion. He reminded me of the actor Jason Mamoa as far as looks go.

“You seem...different...than the others.” he said, “Can I remove your gag if you promise not to scream?”

I shifted uncomfortably, but muttered “yes” behind my gag in compliance.

Rubi nodded, and two sissies came behind me, holding me still, and unlinked my gag. They left my wrists tied.

I worked my jaw up and down as the bit was removed, trying to get feeling back.

“Wh-who are you?” I finally asked.

“I already told you, my name is Rubi” he laughed, and so did the others, but he knew what I meant “I guess you can call me the ‘leader’ of the sissies. It’s not my chosen position, but for some reason every time we play these games it’s the position in which I end up.”

“E-every time?” I asked, “You mean you’ve done this more than once?”

“Oh, at least twice a year, if I can!” he said enthusiastically.

“But...why?” I asked, genuinely befuddled.

“Because I enjoy it!” He smiled, but his face took on a deeper countenance, “Because humans were never designed to be hunted. To be prey. So I like to play that role, because the reason we were never meant to be hunted is because we are so dangerous. We have a mind like no other animal on this planet. We can challenge those that hunt us, and me? Well..I like that challenge.”

He and the others hooted and hollered, raising their arms in accord. It reminded me of last night’s scene around the campfire, in a different way.

“So what do you want from me?” I asked.

“I already told you,” Rubi said, “I want your weapons. Because, tomorrow, I plan to take over that camp. I want every insecure redneck out there to have to pay up for this experience.”

Chris started shouting into his gag at that. It was hard to make out anything he was saying, but Rubi just smiled knowingly.

“Don’t they pay to be here?” I asked, once Chris finally quieted down.

“They pay a small fee. Lodging, food, etc. But the real money comes when one of the sissies doesn’t get caught.” Rubi grinned, “$1,000 from each hunter for every head that’s not inside that pen when the clock strikes midnight tomorrow.”

Chris was turning as red as the ball in his gag as he attempted to scream and berate Rubi. Probably trying to use as many slurs as possible. We both ignored him.

“And the money the hunters pay out, it all goes to you?” I asked.

He shrugged, “Sure, not just me, but every other sissy that doesn’t get caught. In all the times I've played these games I’ve never been alone. Humans are formidable prey for sure, but we always work better in numbers.”

“So what do the hunters get out of it? You guys get paid and the...sexual stuff. What’s in it for them?”

“Don’t patronize me.” Rubi said sternly, switching his tone, “If we wanted to get paid and fucked, we could go to any street corner or brothel or online forum and be just fine. We enjoy the chase as much as they do. And sure, sometimes we get caught and fucked, and some enjoy that. But the difference is, we admit we enjoy it. But them? They would die before they admit the truth…”

“What truth?”

Rubi smirked, looked right at Chris, and said: “That they’re gay.”

Chris really didn’t like that, he started snarling and struggling against his bonds like an animal. Growling as he flopped around on the dirt. Rubi just chuckled.

“You see?” he laughed, “They’re loath to admit it. They claim that everything they do here is about sport, power, and control. But deep down they know it to be true. Here...let me show you…”

Rubi snapped his fingers twice.

Four sissies marched in carrying a long bamboo pole. A large, fat pig was strung to it by its wrists and ankles. But as they came closer I noticed it wasn’t a pig at all, it was Cletus. Butt naked and dangling from the pole with an apple stuffed in his mouth.

They plopped him on the ground, causing him to wheeze and grunt. Cletus immediately spat out the apple and started spewing vulgarity.

“You buncha faggerts better lemme go or all beat all yer asses god damnit!!” he yelled. Trying to look intimidating despite being naked and bound.

Rubi just smirked, “Turn him over.”

And the sissies obliged, rolling him onto his potbelly so that he wobbled back and forth. Struggling and cursing the whole time.

“Henrietta, you’re first.” Rubi pointed to the sissy wearing the fox ears, the one from earlier that lured us all into this trap. The sissy grinned wickedly as she stood up, pulled down her panties, and started stroking her cock.

“Wait...I thought ya’ll were all in one of those chastity cage things?” I asked.

Rubi roared with laughter, “Oh please...those things are easy to break out of once you get the proper materials.” He said it like it was no more of an inconvenience than tightening a loose screw.

Cletus was really losing it now, the other sissies had to put all of their weight on him to keep him from struggling. Spreading his cheeks and spitting on his asshole.

“Don’t you fucking touch me you buncha queers! I ain’t no homo! Get your sick shit away from--mmmphhh!” He was cut off by someone grabbing the bit that was in my mouth and using it to gag him.

Henrietta smiled as she approached him, kneeling around his tied ankles and smiling down at her fat prize. She pressed her hand to one of his flabby asscheeks, causing him to squeal, but the real squirming started once she pressed a finger into his hole.

Cletus acted like he was being electrocuted. Spasming and convulsing on the ground, all from a tiny finger in his bum.

Henrietta stayed firm, working it in and out of him, then added a second finger.

Rubi smiled and nodded my way as if to say “watch this…”

That’s when Henrietta mounted him. Taking her average sized cock and aiming it right into Cletus’ hole. Cletus squealed like a pig as it entered, struggling again, but the other sissies held him firm.

Cletus groaned as Henrietta started humping. But his groans weren’t as pained as before. His grunts became higher pitched with every thrust, more exasperated, like he was enjoying it.

He must have realized how he sounded, because his voice switched an octave lower. Like he was trying to cover it up, establish more bravado as he was getting fucked in the ass. But all that was stripped away again as Henrietta started pounding.

Cletus’ moans raised in pitch with each thrust “unhh, uhHhh, AhhHHH!”

The sissies on the side of him didn’t even have to hold him anymore. They stepped back to enjoy the show.

From my vantage point I could see Cletus’ cock and balls starting to swell. Despite how much I’d seen his chubby cock this weekend, I’d never seen it this hard.

Henrietta grabbed him by the hips, piledriving her cock into him. Cletus moaned like a whore in heat. His gasps and groans coming faster, more staccato in rhythm. Like he was about to cum.

That’s when Henrietta stopped. Pulling her cock almost all the way out, leaving just the head.

Cletus’ voice changed to that of desperation. “Mmmphh!!” he groaned. As if something precious were being taken away from him. He immediately started bucking back against Henrietta desperately. Driving his ass into her cock. Eager. Frantic. Hungry.

All of the sissies laughed at the sight. The same man who was making homophobic slurs earlier, was now backing his ass up desperately on a dick.

Cletus arched his back and let out a pathetic groan as his chubby cock started spewing. Squirting his load onto the ground beneath. Before he finally collapsed on the ground.

“Do you see?” Rubi asked, “Deep down it’s in there. They know it to be true. I just want to get it out of them. To strip away their toxic masculinity and expose what’s really underneath.”

I nodded, not really knowing what to say over Cletus’ labored breathing. He was now cursing into his gag again. His horniness now gone and leaving him only with shame.

“So,” Rubi said, “Will you join us? Will you help us take over the camp and show these dirty rednecks what they really are?”

I didn’t know what to say. Chris and the others brought me here, I couldn’t just turn on them. But I was definitely better off here than I was back at the camp. I felt more comfortable here, despite my current condition.

“Yes.” I finally said, “I’ll help you.”

Rubi smiled. “That’s great, that’s really great. And I hope you know by joining our side you will get a cut of the profits. But the real fun will be taking those men down a peg or two.”

I smiled genuinely for the first time since being here.

“There is...one thing I need you to do though.” Rubi said, “To prove your loyalty…”

“What is it?” I asked. Wondering if I had to sacrifice my blood or something.

“You have to suck my cock.”

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“I have to do what?!”

“You heard me,” Rubi said sternly. He didn’t seem like the type to repeat himself.

“But…i’m not gay.” I said.

“And I believe you.” He said simply, then leaned his head over at Chris, “your friend though, i’m not so sure.”

He watched Chris shift uncomfortably and mutter into his gag, then turned back to me.

“Anyway, I can’t have you flipping on us tomorrow when it counts. I need to be sure you’re committed, and I can think of no other way than this…” He motioned down to his cock swinging between his legs. Even limp, it was almost grazing the ground.

I gulped, there was no way I could suck a dick. Especially one as big as that one. The other sissies stood in a semi-circle around us, watching, arms crossed. For a bunch of feminine men, they sure were intimidating.

I looked back at Rubi, “Is there no other way?”

He shrugged, “‘fraid not.”

There was only silence as everyone looked on expectantly. With all eyes on me, I felt compelled to move forward. I scooted on my knees in front of Rubi, who looked down with a smirk. I felt a tug on my arms behind me as the ropes binding my wrists were slashed. I massaged my wrists and wiggled my tingling fingers as the blood flow returned.

There was nothing left to do now. Rubi’s cock was right there, staring at the ground. A part of me wishing he was hard already. I reached a tentative hand out and used two fingers to grab the end of it. Like I was using chopsticks on some very girthy sushi. It was my first time ever touching another man’s penis. I looked down at the bulbous head, now staring me in the face.

Again, I looked around for help, but none was coming. Even Cletus was watching from his heap on the ground. There was nothing else to do, so I closed my eyes, opened my mouth, and leaned forward.

“Bwuahahaha!!” Rubi roared, and the rest of the sissies burst into laughter as well. “I’m just kidding, dude. I’m not gonna make you do that.” He said, leaning back and taking his cock that was inches away from my mouth. “I just wanted to see if you’d do it! Haha!” He clapped me on the back affectionately. Like we just shared one of the best jokes ever told. I joined the raucous of laughter, chuckling awkwardly.  Breathing a huge sigh of relief that I didn’t have to have that python down my throat.

Rubi put his arm around me, shaking me out of my befuddled daze. “Just wanted to make sure you were committed!” he teased, turning back to the others “get your rest, everyone! Tomorrow, we attack their camp!”

To Be Continued