Against Their Will series

Against Their Will01

Please, stop. Let us go.

The two men were not saying this. Their mouths were full. Full with each other�s cocks. As they had been for� they did not know how long. Hours, at least.

But the Hunter could hear their thoughts. He was the one controlling their bodies. Making them engage in fellatio with only a few breaks. These two cute straight boys he had found and brought to his apartment. The ones he had made get naked. Whose every action was his to command, but whose thoughts were unaffected. Prisoners in their own bodies. Their toned hard bodies. And he had made them suck each other�s long hard cocks. Cocks which he was keeping hard, since both men were disgusted by what they were doing. Completely unaroused.

At first. But a warm mouth on any man�s cock will get a reaction after a while, especially with young horny men. And these were no different. It required less and less prompting for the Hunter to keep them aroused.

But the feelings they were having. Horror, nausea, terror, revulsion. And horniness. The mix was like ambrosia to the Hunter. He never tired of the taste.

"Once you no longer please me," the Hunter said to the unspoken pleas of the young men. He might have them suck his cock, since they had become so good at it with their constant practice. Or perhaps he would fuck their virgin asses. Then again, he might have them fuck each other and not touch them at all. So many possibilities, thought the Hunter.

And after he was done with them, he would take this from their minds and return them to their lives, none the wiser. Except perhaps for some mental echoes.

But for now, he watched and fed. And laughed as one of the young men started crying again. The salt of tears always brought out more of the bitterness of his prey. He licked his lips, smiling. These two would sate him for some time.

Yet he would always feed. For that was what the Hunter and his kind did. That was what they were. And that was what they would always be.

Against Their Will02

Adam came up for air, his mouth for the moment not stuffed with Vadim�s cock. He said to the watching Hunter, "Is that enough? Have you got your jollies yet? Will you let us go?"

"Why should I?" said the Hunter. "I can see in your mind how much the two of you are enjoying this."

"No, I�m not a faggot!" But Adam could not deny to himself how good Vadim�s mouth felt. It had not stopped bobbing up and down while Adam was talking.

"You are both such hot and pretty boys. I think I�m going to keep you for the weekend."

"No!" Adam tried to scream, but the word came out at a normal volume. The Hunter saw to that.

"Your mouth has had enough of a break," said the Hunter. Adam�s head went down and engulfed Vadim�s cock. By now any trace of a gag reflex was gone and he went all the way down to the root. A part of him was starting to enjoy this, which horrified him.

But which thrilled the Hunter. He inhaled, taking in the smell of sweat and precum, and the mental taste of all the emotions roiling in the two men. He probably would not keep them the whole weekend. But Adam did not know that. And his reaction to the Hunter�s statement was like a honey coating to the buffet upon which he was feeding.

Perhaps he would tell some of the other Hunters about these two. Word of mouth (so to speak) was often the best way to find tasty morsels like these.

And these two were tasty. So very, very tasty.

Against Their Will03

"Dude, dude, I�m gonna cu-cu-cum, oh god, oh god, aaahhhh!!!," Ben screamed. His friend Troy�s hand moved faster, squeezing Ben�s spewing cock. Ben�s abs tightened with each spurt, until finally only dribbles were coming out.

But Troy did not remove his hand, or even slow down.

"Troy, stop, man, oww!"

"Buddy, I can�t. He ain�t letting me."

The �he� Troy was talking about stood by the bed. He smirked as Troy�s hand kept moving, making Ben squirm at the treatment of his now over-sensitive cock. He controlled the two completely. The exquisite torture Ben was feeling tasted so good as the Hunter fed on the mix of pain and pleasure. Soon Ben started crying from the sensations from his cock and the humiliation he was feeling. The agony Troy was causing his friend made him cry in sympathy.

Reducing strong straight men to blubbering babies was what the Hunter lived for. He didn�t strictly need it, but it made his feasting more appetizing. He was almost full, but the night was young. And there was always room for dessert.

Against Their Will04

"Please, please, I�ve never had a cock up my ass, please don�t fuck me!"

"Oh, I�m not going to fuck you, Jeremy. You�re going to fuck yourself on me. Slide down, but slowly."

Jeremy continued protesting, but his body obeyed the man beneath him. The Hunter. Who controlled every part of Jeremy� body. Including his cock, which had never been this hard before. Jeremy was straight, so he was not turned on by what was happening. Quite the opposite. But the Hunter wanted Jeremy hard and throbbing. And so he was.

Jeremy gritted his teeth and whimpered as the Hunter entered him. He panted as more and more went inside. Finally, every inch of the Hunter�s cock was surrounded by Jeremy� ass.

Jeremy pushed himself up until only the head of the Hunter�s cock was in him, then slid down until it was all in again. Up and down, up and down, the Hunter barely moving at all. He only held Jeremy� hips, guiding him up and down. Feeding on the erotic energy and abhorrence that Jeremy was feeling.

Faster and faster went Jeremy. His legs began to burn from the exertion. Then the Hunter�s hands tightened and he thrust into Jeremy, exploding. "Ahh, your ass, Jeremy, fuuuuuck."

At the same time, Jeremy fired off without even touching himself. Eventually both men had emptied every drop of cum from their bodies.

Jeremy was breathing heavily, his head down, the Hunter still inside him. "If I could, I�d keep you, Jeremy. You were amazing. But unfortunately that would cause too many problems in the long run. So�"

The Hunter touched Jeremy� head. Thought became difficult, until Jeremy� mind was clear and empty. "You will forget tonight. You will forget meeting me. Do you understand?"

"Yes," said Jeremy dully.

"Good," said the Hunter. He pushed the other man off him and he lay on the floor facedown, unmoving. "Get up and shower. Then get dressed and go home."

Jeremy got up silently and went to the bathroom. It might be too much trouble to keep you, Jeremy, the Hunter thought. But when I�m in here in the future, I shall dine on you again. Your inner turmoil was so delectable. Yes, I shall be seeing more of you.

Against Their Will05

Christopher had discovered the young man outside his apartment. Before he could ask what he wanted, Chris found he had lost control of his body. He unlocked and opened the door to his apartment and the boy followed.

Once inside, both men took off all their clothes. The young man, whom Chris was bigger than in every way, told him what was happening. How he was a Hunter, who could control other men. How he would have his way with Chris, then make him forget their encounter. Chris was hard as a rock, even though he did not want to be. But the Hunter wanted him that way. So Chris would fuck him.

He had fucked his girlfriend in the ass, but not a guy. He had never had any sexual experiences with guys at all. But before he knew it, the young man was bent over the couch and Chris was plowing his ass like a champ.

After a half hour of that, Chris was made to sit on the couch and the Hunter lowered himself onto him. He hammered the boy, who moaned and told him to fuck harder. Despite himself, he was feeling aroused by the whole situation. This horrified him, as he did not want to become a faggot.

Finally he erupted inside the Hunter, who shot off in rhythm with him.

What did this all mean, Chris wondered. Was he gay now?

The Hunter giggled and squeezed his ass, making Chris shiver and groan. The big macho ones were the best, the Hunter thought. So much power, and assaulting their masculinity made the feeding that much better. Chris had provided a most excellent meal.

Against Their Will06

They had raped a dozen women when the Hunter first encountered them. Walt and Wayne, friends since childhood. They had done everything together. Adventurous and dangerous things. Rape was just another step in their sociopathic relationship.

At times, the Hunter felt a twinge of guilt at what he needed to do to feed. To control and have sex with men. Sex that scared them. Only that kind of sex would nourish him.

But when he casually read Walt and Wayne�s minds to see if they would be a useful food source, he was almost stunned at the things they had done.

He quickly took over their bodies and dragged them to Walt�s house. The Hunter liked his sex on the rough side, and Walt and Wayne were the perfect men to give it to him. He deepthroated Walt while Wayne shoved his head into Walt�s crotch from behind.

Normally, the two rapists would be turned on immensely by what they were doing. But this time, they were doing it with a man. And their �victim� was the one in control, not them. They were still somewhat aroused by what they were doing. But the Hunter was upping their arousal level to heights it had never been.

After a half hour, the Hunter had the two men sixty-nine. Now the men were really feeling fear.

Then Wayne fucked Walt for a while, after which they switched. When the Hunter had fed enough from the men, he let them find release. They came together, Walt in Wayne�s ass, Wayne on the carpet while Walt jerked him off.

"What to do with the two of you?" wondered the Hunter aloud, looking down at the men, chests heaving from near exhaustion. "You�re going to keep doing what you�ve been doing. The things I do are for survival. What you do, though, you do for fun. No, it ends here."

The Hunter had seen the solution in Walt�s mind. He sent him to get what was necessary, while he got dressed. Walt returned with the gun he kept locked in the safe. Wayne was now kneeling, and Walt stuck the gun in his ass. He pushed and twisted it around, while Wayne blubbered from the invasion. Then Walt took the gun and put it in Wayne�s mouth. Wayne�s eyes bugged out and he huffed on the gun barrel, whining "No," repeatedly. Walt squeezed the trigger, and Wayne�s brains splattered across the living room, his body toppling to the floor.

"Ohgodohgodohgodohgod, nooooooo." Walt bent down. "What, what are you making me�" the rest was muffled as he gave a deep French kiss to what was left of Wayne�s mouth. Pulling away, Walt�s face covered in blood, he kneeled and brought the gun up to his mouth. "Please, please, don�t kill me, please, man, I�ll do anything, pleeease." The Hunter, stonefaced, did not respond. The gun entered Walt�s mouth, then he pulled the trigger again. His lifeless body fell down beside Wayne�s.

"There, that should give the police a lot to investigate." The Hunter also knew that the trophies the two had collected from all their rapes would be found when the house was searched by the authorities. Shaking his head, the Hunter left. He hoped he would never find anyone like these two after this. He did not want to have to do anything like this again.

Against Their Will07

"I love your cock."

Kirk whirled around. The speaker was a young man. A naked young man. Standing only a few feet away on Kirk's back patio.

"What the," was all he got out, and then he could not speak. He tried and tried, but he could not make a sound.

Or move either. What the fuck was going on?

"I've seen you around. You looked appetizing. I wanted to see more, so I watched you a few times while you showered. And I liked what I saw. Especially that thick juicy cock."

Showered? Kirk had only ever showered at home.

"Yes, I've been here on and off for a while. I didn't want you to see me unitl I was ready, and you didn't. Now I'm ready."

Kirk found himself captivated by the young man's eyes. They were grey and seemed to glow slightly.

"Let's get started. Take off your clothes and lie back on that bench."

Kirk was able to move, but his body carried out the instructions even though he did not want to do so. His cock, he saw, was hard and throbbing even though he was terrified by now.

"Mmm," the young man said, "tasty." He ws teasingly licking Kirk's cock. He could not deny how good it felt. Then the young man opened his mouth wide and deepthroated it slowly. Kirk moaned. All this time, he had never lost eye contact. Even when he came violently and it was all swallowed. Even when the young man came all over Kirk's chest and spread the results all the way down to his waist.

"You were delicious. In every way. We may have to make this a regular thing. But for now, go clean yourself up, get dressed, and forget all about me."

Kirk went to shower as the young man left. By the time he had his clothes back on and had returned to the patio, he was alone again. He had a flashing image in his mind of grey eyes and a feeling of fear and arousal, which quickly vanished.

Between the young man's visits, Kirk would sometimes dream of those eyes. He never could remember why, only that he hated and desired them somehow, even years later.

Against Their Will08

Pretty is as pretty fucks.

He had always been pretty. The teasing when he was young was unmerciful. He started exercising as soon as he could, and worked out fiercely in gyms when he hit high school. The teasing eventually stopped and the attention from girls increased. The combination of pretty plus muscular, and his natural sensitivity, let him have more sex than even the popular jocks.

But he had a secret side. A darker side. He was a Hunter. He discovered his nature when he lost his virginity. He had been moderately interested in boys and girls. But good as his first sexual experience was, he realized he was really gay.

He had sex with women, for appearances sake. But to sate his Hunter needs, he also slept with men.

He soon found, though, that ordinary sex was not enough. So he used his powers to control men, generate fear, and force sex on them. His first few times where with those who had bullied him. The revenge was sweet, and satisfied him in ways he did not think possible.

When he had finished that phase, he used some of the jocks on the football team. Humiliating them, making them even doubt their own sexuality, had a different but no less delicious taste.

Ironically, he sometimes needed to molest younger men, not unlike him when he was a teenager. Those he regretted most, and made sure that the mind erasing he could do was as complete as possible. But the need would not be denied. So he continued, as a Hunter must, to hunt. And feed.

Against Their Will09

"Fuck me coach. Fuck me like your uncle fucked you."

Revenge, as the saying goes, is a dish best served cold. For the Hunter, the dish was icier than the Antarctic in the middle of winter.

When he had first gone to the high school, he was small and pretty and gay. He was teased and tormented by the other boys, and the coach called him a sissy and worse. He did not give the bullies the satisfaction of tears, saving them for when he was home alone in his room.

It was halfway through college that his powers manifested. The resentment he had pushed deep down was given free reign. He fed on the jocks that were at the same college who had tormented him years before. The Hunter was in control, and he laughed at their powerlessness.

After graduating, he spent several years using his talents to become wealthy. But finally, he decided to return to his high school to get cold comfort on the coach.

He was surprised at first when he read the coach's mind. The man had been the victim of child abuse. Now the Hunter understood at least partly where the treatment came from. The coach had never molested him. But the young Hunter had reminded the coach of himself when he had been molested. The anger and hurt he felt was projected onto the boy. It was the coach's way of distancing himself, keeping himself from doing what had been done to him.

The Hunter understood, but did not forgive. The coach could have chosen another way. Revenge would be his.

He waited until the coach was working late alone one night. Walking into his office, he said, "Hey coach, remember me?"

The coach looked up from his desk. "Look, son, I'm busy and� Wait, I do know you."

"You should. You made my life a living hell years ago. When I was being picked on, you didn't do a thing. You even called me names too. It's time for you to pay."

"OK, calm down. I�" The coach stopped talking, stopped moving.

"See, coach, I've grown up. And I can do things now I couldn't do in high school. Like make you do whatever I want. Follow me."

The two walked into the empty locker room. "Get naked." The Hunter undressed as the coach followed his command. Then the Hunter lay on his back on a bench.

"Fuck me coach. Fuck me like your daddy fucked you."

The Hunter hardly had to expend effort to get the coach turned on. He still looked younger than his years, and he was still pretty. The older man's buried urges melted at the sight of the naked young man, and the memory of what he had looked like when they first met.

As the coach pumped in and out, the Hunter said, "Ohh, fuck my ass!" Laughing at how he had made two of the star football players screw each other the week before, he added, "You're a lot better than the quarterback. Damn coach."

The mixture of arousal and revulsion was the most satisfying that the Hunter had ever experienced. He made the coach say, "Oh good boy. I love that sweet ass." The coach started weeping, as this was exactly what his uncle had said to him when he was young.

Cold, the Hunter thought. If this is the feeling, let me be frozen forever. He knew it would be some time before he tired feeding on this chilled dish.

Against Their Will10

"Damn your ass! It gets bigger and bubblier every time."

It was better than he deserved, the lawyer thought, to be raped like this by the Hunter. The first time they met, he had just gotten a baby rapist off on a technicality. It was one of several high profile cases that were getting him clients willing to pay top dollar to escape the consequences of their crimes. The money was fantastic, but the thought of what the people he defended did was sickening him more and more.

So when the Hunter took control of his body and fucked him, it was almost a relief. I'm paying for the things I'm doing, he thought.

After they were finished, the lawyer asked, "What you did to me, can you do it to anyone?"

"Yes," the Hunter said, amused. Usually his victims were crying by this point. The lawyer's reaction was different than anyone else he had fed on. "But I prefer men."

"Good. That's perfect. Can we make a deal?"

"You're not exactly in a negotiating position, mister legal man. It doesn't matter anyway, because after I leave you won't even remember this happened."

"No, please, I want to remember."

The Hunter was truly surprised now. No one before had ever wanted to remember. They had all begged for their memory to be erased.

Taking advantage of the pause, the lawyer said, "You said you can read my mind. Read the kind of clients I represent."

The Hunter's brow furrowed, then his eyes widened.

"Do you see? Would those people be good for you feed on?"

"Yes. Very much so. I also got a sense of what you were offering, but I'd like to hear you say it."

"I like the life I have, and the life I'm going to have. Money, power, who wouldn't want that? But how I do that, what my clients do. And they never pay, not in any meaningful way.

"So how about this? Whenever I keep one of these heinous people out of jail, I call you. We meet at a hotel, and I tell you all about them. Thanks to attorney-client privilege, I can give you all sorts of useful information. And it's not like you're going to tell anyone, right?

"Later, maybe a month after, maybe more, you feed on them. Make them suffer. Hell, kill them after. This last guy, what he did to those babies� he doesn't deserve to live. Just make sure it doesn't lead back to me, so I can keep giving you more like them.

"And one more thing. Each time after I tell you all about the latest client, do this to me again. Deal?"

The Hunter was silent for a while. Finally, he said, "You are a very complicated person, mister legal man. I think I like you. I definitely like the kind of people you could provide for me. Deal."

That was three years ago. Since then, he had called the Hunter almost two dozen times. The lawyer kept tabs on the clients. Some subsequently disappeared, some committed suicide, some died from accidents or car crashes. No one ever suspected the truth. How could they? It was so strange even he found it hard to believe sometimes.

But in the hotel room, his ass jiggling as it was pounded by the Hunter, he knew the truth. And the truth would set him free. Until he had to call the Hunter again.

Against Their Will11

The world was not a safe space. Which was why college campuses were the Hunter's favorite places to find prey.

So many students now lived in ideological cocoons. Any offense that violated the status quo was suppressed. Feeling had become more important than thought. Which left the students vastly unprepared for the cruel realities of life after they graduated.

So when the Hunter violated this security, the emotional reactions of his prey were much stronger than those outside the campus. He usually started with some of the hotter academics. Many had gone straight from graduation into teaching. They were even more sheltered than those they taught, and thus were more appetizing prey.

Then he went after the students. Like this one. Protesting the evils of white privilege, when his father was one of the wealthiest CEOs in the country, and his trophy wife mother the descendant of generations of vapid socialites. Though the boy did not truly believe most of the politically correct viewpoints on campus. He only pretended so he would seem like an enlightened male, and get more girls into bed.

Now he was having sex with another man. His friends would applaud his open-mindedness, but his parents would be horrified at the sight. "What would mommy and daddy think if they could see you now?" He laughed as the boy became awash in shame, making the feeding that much tastier.

The Hunter had not known it at first, but this one was bisexual. More attracted to women, he had denied his feelings for men because he feared his parents might disinherit him. When the Hunter learned the truth, it gave him more ways to manipulate the boy and create the guilt and dread needed for a satisfying meal.

The two were on a couch in the boy's lavish off-campus apartment, where he sucked the Hunter's impressive cock. After a while, the Hunter made the boy sit down on it. He could only get it halfway in at first. The pain on the boy's face was just as the Hunter had imagined. He made the boy squeeze his ass, milking him.

The Hunter slowly pushed in further until he was nearly all in. He grabbed the boy's hips, fucking him deep while the boy moaned. Almost without realizing it, the boy began to move up and down himself. He threw his head back and said, "Fuck me hard. I deserve it for what my people did to yours for centuries."

The Hunter laughed. His Spanish parents had never left Cadiz. He had come to America only five years ago. This boy's ancestors had done nothing to his. But the Hunter was more than willing to use the boy's remorse to season his feeding.

As the need to cum neared, the Hunter flipped himself and the boy on their sides. This position was the most uncomfortable for the prey. The boy grimaced as he felt like his insides were being stretched wider than he ever thought possible. And yet it felt so good. The confusion added even more to the feeding.

Finally the Hunter exploded, as did the boy. Their sweaty bodies squeaked on the leather couch as their chests heaved like they had run a marathon. The Hunter slowly pulled out and the boy gasped at the empty feeling. He was made to sleep, then the Hunter erased his memories and left. He returned three more times before he left for another campus.

The boy remembered nothing, yet he felt different. He never came out as bisexual, but he did engage in occasional secret sex with men. The more debasing they were to him, the more he liked it. The Hunter had left his mark, as with all prey.

Against Their Will12

Parker and Kyle's wives always wondered why their husbands did not want to have sex for days after they came back from their annual trip to the woods.

The men wondered why as well. They should have been completely horny after their week in a cabin in the woods. All they did was hunt and fish. They did not even masturbate while they were on their vacation.

At least that was how they remembered it. How the Hunter wanted them to remember it.

He had met them in college, when his powers first manifested. He had fed on them separately. They satisfied his needs, but there was no spice.

Keeping tabs on them, he learned about their yearly vacation. The second year, the Hunter procured a cabin three miles from theirs. When they returned from their outdoor activities on the second night, the Hunter was there.

Every evening that week, the Hunter's mouth and ass were filled by their cocks. The dynamic was completely different when all three were together. Parker and Kyle were more horrified that their friend was witnessing what was happening than when the Hunter had fed on each alone. It was the element that had been missing before. When the week was done, he was sated as he had not been for a long time.

He erased their memories of the activities, and eagerly looked forward to their next trip. The men found wives, but continued their tradition. And each year the Hunter was there, waiting. Hungry.

Against Their Will13

"That feels so good. But I'm not gay. Please, please stop."

The Hunter never missed spring break in Panama City. So many straight college boys, confident in their sexuality, heading down to Florida looking to score some pussy. A month long target-rich environment for hunting.

Names were unimportant. They were just meat. As he sucked on his latest victim's meat, the student whimpered. How is this guy doing this, he thought. And why am I enjoying it so much?

It was so easy. Amping up their libido did not take much. And a mouth was a mouth. He pulled off the boy's underwear, then caressed his naked body. The pleasure, anxiety and shame created the perfect blend on which the Hunter fed. Thank god for horny college boys, the Hunter thought. As the student came in his mouth, his only regret was that spring break only came once a year.

Against Their Will14

Sooner or later, every Hunter learned of the existence of the White Room.

The Room's origin was ancient. Some said it was created on Atlantis or Mu, but no one was sure. It was constantly moved, never remaining more than a month on any one continent.

Once a Hunter knew of it, though, they always visited at least once. For it provided a feast greater than any one Hunter could ever normally experience.

Hunters were solitary by nature, for their powers were not cumulative. Each could control and feed on two men at a time, sometimes three. But in the White Room, their powers could mesh.

The Procurer provided that prey. He was cloaked, never revealing his face. It was not known if he was one in a long line, or perhaps even immortal. How he knew how many Hunters would find the room on any given night was unknown. But there were always enough.

The feeding always started at 3 AM. It began with the Procurer asking the ritualistic question, "What time is love?" All the gathered Hunters would respond, "There is no love, only the feeding. There is no time. Time is eternal."

Then two men would be brought in, naked. They were always afraid, and that fear only grew as they were taken over. More men would enter and be controlled until the limits of the gathered power were reached. In modern memory it was known that there had been more than two-dozen prey gathered on several occasions. There were rumors of many more than that in the past.

To feed on such a huge collection of shame and terror was intoxicating. So much so that it could be addictive. Thus why it moved. Few Hunters were able to find it more frequently than once a year. For none wanted it to be a once in a lifetime experience.

So the Hunters hunted, as Hunters do. But sometimes, if they were feeding at 3 AM, they would remember the White Room.

Against Their Will15

"Fuck me, you stud. God your cock feels good."

Sometimes, Hunters wanted sex without feeding. This was almost impossible with a non-Hunter, as the urge to feed was a primal one which was difficult to resist. The only ones immune to the power of a Hunter were Hunters.

So when Hunters encountered each other, they would exchange contact information if they felt compatible. And every so often one would call the other one and arrange to meet for a night of sex.

Nash and Sebastian had met while stalking the same two guys. They decided to each control and feed on one of them. This worked out so well that they did it again a couple of months later. It became a regular thing, done a few times a year.

Between those times, they would have sex, just the two of them. It was not ordinary, since they were telepathic and could share their pleasure. Occassionally Sebastian was the top, but most of the time Nash fucked the other Hunter.

"Deeper, all the way in. Fuck me hard, like that last guy. Uhhh."

When Nash finally let go in Sebastian's ass, Sebastian shot off as well. They shared their orgasms, doubling their mutual pleasure. It was different than feeding, yet still good in its own way. The two lay exhausted on the bed, sharing their thoughts about future potential prey and future sessions between just them. Becoming Hunters was the best thing that ever happened to them, they agreed.

Against Their Will16

"It hurts, stop, please stop, god, please."

"Your cock seems to be saying something different."

Making prey incredibly horny was simple for any Hunter. But they never revealed that. Only that they were being controlled. Making prey think they were aroused by having sex with another man was part of the cocktail of embarrasment and panic and doubt about their sexuality on which a Hunter needed to feed.

The Hunter made an adjustment in the prey's mind.

"Ahhh, your cock in my ass, no, it shouldn't feel that good."

"You want me to stop?"

"Yes! No, I don't, I" the prey was crying now, confused and hornier than he had ever been.

"You seem to be liking this after all. Guess deep down you are a faggot."

"No, I'm not, but I feel so, ah-ah-ah, ahhhh."

This one was easier to manipulate than most, the Hunter thought. I'm going to be making return visits for sure.

Against Their Will17

"Dude, your cum is the tastiest I've ever had. Yum!"

Earlier, Marcus came home late in the evening to his penthouse apartment, the boy sitting in his favorite chair.

"How the motherfucking hell did you get in?!" The corporate executive had finished a long day of wheeling and dealing, and had been looking forward to relaxing with a glass or three of Dalmore Scotch. To find this child invading his home was infuriating.

This strangely familiar child. From where did Marcus know him? And why did he feel vaguely fearful. Fearful and aroused. His reaction confused him. I'm not gay, he thought. And yet.

"It's so funny, dude, you say exactly the same thing exactly the same way every time. Like, you are so predictable."

The boy was slender, dressed only in a tight fitting sleeveless shirt and short pants. Very short pants. With a bulge that Marcus kept staring at. Shaking his head, Marcus pulled out his phone, "I am calling the police now. You are going to jail, kid."

"Don't think so. Toss the phone on the chair over there."

"Not going to happen." Marcus said, and then did what the boy had told him. "Why did I do that?"

"You may be, like, king of the boardroom, but I'm running things now." The boy went to the bedroom and flopped on the bed. Marcus followed and started getting undressed as the boy did the same.

"Man, you always look good enough to eat. Come here."

"How are you, why are you."

"Told you, I'm in control. Not my first time here. Not even my tenth. Now let me suck that juicy cock."

Marcus lay back helpless as the boy's mouth enveloped his hardon. He didn't understand. He wasn't gay. But he felt more turned on than he had ever been. Soon he was panting like a dog.

"Close, close, that's it, yeah, shoot it dude!"

Marcus gushed while the boy worked his cock with hand and mouth. When he was spent, the boy said, " Dude, your cum is the tastiest I've ever had. Yum!" He crept up and kissed Marcus, who tasted his own cum now. Tasted and liked it. How could he like it?

"I've tasted you, now your turn to taste me, dude." The boy stuck his own cock into Marcus' mouth. The executive sucked like he had been doing this for years. Soon the boy filled his mouth. If anything it tasted even better than his own.

Pulling it out, the boy kissed Marcus again, sharing his milky manhood.

"I don't think I'll ever get tired of this. But it's time to forget now. Forget and sleep. When you wake up, you won't remember this happened at all. You'll be confused why you're naked, but that'll go away. You'll go back to your dull life and your trophy girlfriends. But I'll be back, dude. Because deep down, you know you want this. So I'll keep giving it to you for a very long time.

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"Yeah boy, suck that cock. You know you love it. Your mouth feels so good."

Even though the Hunter was in complete control, he liked making the guys he fed on treat him this way. But that was in part due to the kind of men upon which he fed.

The macho guys. The studly ladies' men. The ones who mistreated those women. The homophobic ones. The rabidly straight and the ones who were trying to convince themselves they were straight.

Which is why the Hunter made his prey say things like that. Because the situation, making the men act like they were enjoying gay sex, made such men doubt their masculinity. Fear that they might be gay. That shame was the seasoning the Hunter needed for a filling feast. Usually he made the men fuck him. But if the slim Hunter fucking a much bigger guy caused more disgust and loathing, that was fine by him. It was all about getting the tastiest meal.

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"Do it to me daddy. Fuck your little boy. Harder, daddy, fuck me harder!"

How can I be doing this, the older man thought. Oliver's my son's best friend, for chrissake!

His wife and son were out of town, and Oliver had come over to watch a basketball game. The young man had sat next to him, their knees touching. He found himself sneaking glances at Oliver's crotch. The boy grabbed it every so often and squeezed it, and the bulge there grew larger. Oliver smiled at the older man.

"I didn't think you were interested. I thought you were straight. Do you want some?"

The older man thought he was straight too. He had never had any desires for men at all ever. But he could not deny the attraction he was feeling. He nodded.

The boy unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. The older man stared, then looked closer. Closer and closer until his lips were almost touching it.

"Try it. You'll like it."

Hesitantly he opened his mouth and let just the head of Oliver's cock inside. This was what it was like for his wife when she went down on him, he thought. He mimicked the good things she did.

"That's good, daddy. You love your boy's cock, don't you?"

"Yes," the older man said, surprised, and then resumed sucking.

Oliver gently pulled him off a few minutes later. "Would you like to fuck me?"

"I've never, I don't know."

"It's ok, you'll like it. It'll be our secret."

"Um, well, I guess."

Oliver stood up and took off his clothes as the older man did likewise. He pulled a condom out of his discarded jeans. "Always pays to be prepared." He unwrapped it and gently rolled it onto the older man's throbbing erection. "Do you have any lube? That I didn't bring."

"Yes." He went to the bedroom and Oliver followed. He fucked his wife in the ass sometimes, so there was some lube in the dresser next to the bed. The older man applied it liberally to himself and the boy's hole.

Oliver lay with his chest on the floor and his ass on the bed. "Go ahead. I'm ready."

The older man cautiously slid into Oliver's ass. It was easier than he thought. The boy looked back and said, "It's not my first time. Not by a long shot. You can go all in." It was like he could read his mind, the older man thought.

He bottomed out, then withdraw almost all the way. Back in, then out. He was fucking his best friend's son. This was so wrong. But if felt amazing.

"I love your big daddy cock inside me. Fills me up. Oh daddy."

This almost felt like incest, especially with the boy calling him daddy. Yet he plunged in and out faster.

"Do it to me daddy. Fuck your little boy. Harder, daddy, fuck me harder!"

He could not stop himself. This felt better than anything he had done with his wife. It felt better than anything he had done with any woman. He could not be gay. But the way he was feeling, maybe he was, just a little.

But how could he live with this? The betrayal of his marriage, his son's trust. He had to tell them. But he could not tell them. What was he going to do?

Oliver smiled. He had made friends with the older man's son just for this. He had fed on the son a few times, but it was nothing special. The boy was gay, which his parents did not know yet. There wasn't the shame and fear the Hunter needed for a truly nourishing feeding.

The father, however, was perfect. Calling him daddy generate just the right amount of guilt to make the feeding completely worthwhile. In fact, Oliver had not fed like this for some time.

As the father came inside him, Oliver came as well all over the floor. He did not know how he was going to arrange another encounter, but he would do it somehow. This satiation, he had to have it again.

"See daddy, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Oliver said with a chuckle.

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How long had they been fucking him? He had lost track of time. It seemed like forever. It felt like it would never end.

He had converted his garage into a man cave a while ago. He and his friend were have some beers while watching the game when the two guys just walked in.

Before he or his friend could say anything, they stood up involuntarily and started taking off their clothes. Both tried to speak, but were unable to do so.

The two men quickly got naked as well. Neither said anything. His friend was still wearing board shorts. He stood on the pool table and started jacking his cock. He bent forward, putting his hands on the table. One of the men started fucking him brutally, with only sweat for lube. The other man shoved him away later, and then started fucking him. They kept changing, one pumping his ass, then the other. Eventually his friend took of his shorts and got off the table, standing next to him and assuming the same position. They were traded back and forth, used like objects, like they way they used the girls they slept with. Was this how they felt, each of them thought.

One Hunter looked at the other and winked. Each controlled one man, telepathically communicating to coordinate their feeding. It was not the best they had had, but good nonetheless. The one they had fucked first was the better meal, so they playfully fought over him. It was in his ass they both came, one then the other.

They made the two get dressed and sit back down in front of the TV. It was getting dark outside. God, the first men thought, they've been here for hours!

The Hunters reached into their minds and put them in a trance, then removed all memory of the afternoon. When the prey were aware of their surroundings again, they could not understand why they were so tired and sweaty. Or why their asses hurt so much. They never talked of that afternoon again. Soon after, the garage was converted into a storeroom. And ever after, they avoided going in there if they could.

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Sometimes it wasn't about the feeding. Sometimes, a Hunter just wanted a hot piece of ass.

Owen filled that bill, and then some. Star wrestler at his college, his ass always looked like it was split his leotard. The bulge in his crotch was not insignificant, but it was the ass that always caught the eye.

He knew when some of his opponents were gay and trying to cop a feel during a match. He was always able to use that distraction to win those bouts. With his straight opponents, he usually won because he was just that good.

The Hunter had come to watch the match, mostly for distraction. He found himself, like others, pleasantly distracted by Owen's rear.

But unlike those others, he could do something about it. He scanned Owen's mind. The wrestler would be alone studying in three nights. It's a date, the Hunter thought.

Three nights later, he knocked on Owen's door. When he opened it and did not recognize the man, he started to tell him to leave.

The Hunter, though, stopped him with a thought. Owen stood as the Hunter entered and made the wrestler close and lock the door.

"Get naked. Now."

Helpless to stop himself, Owen did as he was told and quickly was nude in front of the man. Nude and horny. I'm scared, he thought. How can this be making me horny?

The Hunter had taken off his clothes as well. "Suck my dick."

Owen got on his knees and obeyed. He had never done this, but somehow he was giving head like a pro. "Get it nice and wet, 'cause it's going in that fine ass."

No, don't fuck me! Owen thought. But the man was somehow controlling him. If the man wanted to fuck him, he could not see how he could stop that.

The Hunter turned him around so his face was on the couch. He shoved all the way in Owen's ass in one stroke. He screamed, but he could not open his mouth, so it was muffled.

The Hunter smirked as he fucked Owen mercilessly. This was one of the best asses he had ever fucked. Round, muscular, tight inside. He wished he could do this all day.

Owen was put in various positions. On top acting like a living fleshlight, then on his back, his legs pushed back until they were near his ears. Fantastic ass and limber. Each new position was as good as the others.

He came while Owen was on his back, making him cum at the same time. He wanted to see the expression of pain and confusion as he made Owen have the best orgasm of his life.

Breathing heavily, he kissed Owen, feeling his heart beating against his own chest. Breaking it, he said, "You are a phenomenal fuck. We are definitely doing this again next time I'm in town." The Hunter smiled as protests filled Owen's head. "You're not going to tell anyone, because I'm going to make you forget this happened. When we're together again, I'll let you remember again. But deep down, a part of you is going to miss this. And you'll never have sex as good as you do with me. Let your subconscious stew on that."

The Hunter laughed at the shock on Owen's face. And after he left, he laughed at the thought of Owen wondering what had happened for the last hour and a half. Or why he was naked and sweaty and sore. The Hunter loved playing with his prey.

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"My brother, stop making me, stop making me do this."

He was crying as he fucked his own brother. It was incredible. It was horrible. It was horrible because it felt so incredible.

"One good fuck deserves another. He fucked you, so I had to make you return the favor. Don't deny how good it feels."

He couldn't. Neither could his brother. It was like a piece had been missing from their lives, and now they had found it.

They did not realize that the Hunter could govern their emotions as well as their bodies. They thought their feelings were genuine. The confusion this caused, and the revulsion coming from that, was like the sweetest nectar for the Hunter.

"Flex for me." The fucking brother curled his right arm. "Not the biggest bicep I've seen, but not bad." The fucked brother's eyes rolled back in his head. He was like an animal in heat, wanting only to be fucked harder and faster and deeper. A raunchy filthy animal.

"I'm going to let you cum eventually. In each other's mouth's. While you're sixty-nining. I bet you're going to love each other's salty deliciousness." The Hunter laughed. Off course they would love it. He would make them love it. Maybe he would have them clean their dicks off first, maybe he wouldn't. It depended on how nauseated he wanted them to feel.

He decided he was felling generous. The brothers had provided a delectable repast. He would let them clean the shit off.

Maybe.

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"Mmm, you've got a pretty mouth. Like it was made for my cock."

The young man was trying to breath through his nose, since his mouth was being raped. He was stretched so far that it was making him cry. Or was it the fear of what was happening?

"I'm cumming, boy. Take it, you fucking whore!" The young man struggled, trying not choke as the Hunter shot again and again. He was forced to swallow, though some dribbled out of the sides. The tears flowed even more freely. It was definitely the fear. And the helplessness. And that he had liked what was happening. Which made him wonder what kind of person he really was.

The Hunter, reading his thoughts, said to himself, "The kind that can be manipulated by us. The kind that was made to feed us. Prey. That's what kind you are."

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His skin was hungry.

The feeding on emotion, that was a given. It was what it was to be a Hunter. He sometimes wondered what his life would have been like if he weren't one. He would have a partner, perhaps. Children, possibly. A simple ordinary life.

But then he might have been controlled and fed upon. No, he was glad he was a Hunter, and not prey.

Sometimes, though, he needed another man's touch. The feel of another man's hands caressing his body.

Which is what he was experiencing tonight. His hands were behind his head as the man he controlled crouched behind him. He had chosen the man for his hands. Big hands. Soft hands. Hands that quieted the needs of his skin as they traveled over every inch of him.

And when that hunger was stilled, the other hunger arose. So he made one hand stroke his very very hard cock. The other continued roaming, gliding over his hairy chest and thighs. When he finally came, it splattered all over his torso. The free hand massaged it, spreading it up and down. He then made the man come around front and lick most of it off.

Satisfying. That was how the Hunter would describe this night. Satisfying was enough. Until one hunger or the other returned. And then the hunt would begin again.

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Heath's eyes teared as he sucked the Hunter's cock, matching the tears in the eyes of Rudy, his watching father.

"There, there, don't worry," the Hunter said, "You'll be a great cocksucker in no time, just like your dad."

"Please, no, please, please don't make him do that!" begged Heath's father.

The Hunter had met Rudy in the city and fed on him. It was adequate. When he learned about his son, though, he decided to visit them on their farm a few days later.

Now they were in the barn. The shame and helplessness of father and son was delicious. He could almost taste their tears, like salt making the meal that much tastier.

"See, you're getting the hang of it." The Hunter smiled, knowing that Heath was secretly gay and part of him was enjoying this. The shame was from his father seeing it.

He would keep the boy's secret. Heath would tell his father eventually. For now, though, he pulled the boy's head up and down on his cock. "That's it, get it nice and wet." It would be the only lubrication when he fucked Heath. This was the appetizer. That would be the main course.

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"Keep jacking. Faster. That's it. I'm close. So close. I'm gonna, I'm gonna, gonna cum, ahhhhhh!"

The Hunter went off like a gusher, spraying all over his chest, the hand and arm of his prey, and some falling to the floor. "You can slow down now. That' nice. Now lick me clean." As the prey started on his cock, the Hunter remembered when he first became what he was, his awakening.

He was a fifteen-year-old horny gay kid. Friendless and secretive, he told no one, especially his parents, of his true feelings. He did not have a computer, so he could not surf the internet for porn. The best he could do was watch TV and hope for the scenes with a guy shirtless.

That was why he had watched Baywatch so much. Most of the guys were cute or hot. However, the day his life changed was when he first saw Cody.

Cody Madison, played by David Chokachi. As he got out of the pool wearing only a blue speedo, the slo-mo seemed to caress every beautiful muscle. And when they showed his beach workout, heaven. None of the other men he had seen made him feel the way Cody did.

That night he dreamt about him. Dreamt they were together. Dreamt that he could make Cody do whatever he wanted. When he woke up the next morning, his underwear was swimming in cum.

Scared of trying to explain, he took off the underwear and hid it, throwing it away later. The next few days he felt like he was floating.

It was not until his next math tutoring session with one of the football players that he realized he had changed. The player was ragging on him as usual when he wished the guy would just shut up.

Suddenly, he did. Looking up, he saw the puzzled look on the player's face. He wondered why the player was not speaking. Surely, it was a coincidence. However, when he wished the player would raise both hands above his head and it happened that he knew. He could make the guy do anything he wanted.

He had lusted after most of the guys in the football team. He became harder than he had ever been at the thought of total control of this hunk. Fortunately, the player's parents were out for the evening. He did not want to try too much, but had to get off. Somehow, he could feel how scared the player was, and it made him feel powerful.

"Jerk me off." The player unzipped and pulled out the throbbing organ, moving his hand up and down. "Faster. Do it faster." The player complied. As he got close, he said, "Stick my cock in your mouth and swallow all my cum." The player, horrified and helpless to resist, obeyed. Cumming like he never had before, he grabbed the player's head and thrust it up and down. Finally, spent, he pulled the player's head up and kissed him, tasting the remains of his own cum in his mouth.

He felt strong, vital, more so than he could recall. But what was he going to do now? Was the control permanent? What would he do if it wasn't? If only he could make the player forget it ever happened.

When that thought occurred to him, it was like a light went off in his head. He could. He did not know how he knew, but he could. In a way he would later better understand, he reached into the player's mind and erased the last half hour. All he would remember is that they had been studying. Tucking himself back in, he allowed the player to emerge from his trance.

That had been the first time, but there had been many more. Over the years, he gained better understanding of his powers, though never their origins. All he knew was that he could control men and make them do anything he wanted, especially sexually. Moreover, the more afraid, embarrassed and disgusted they were, the stronger it made him feel.

The man he was with tonight was an office manager who bullied his underlings. He was used to people doing what he told them, powerless to deny him. Having the tables reversed like this terrified him. The Hunter was in the area every few months and made a point to feed on the manager every time. There were others he could play with, but this was his favorite. Before he left, he would fuck, which would be even more satiating.

He sometimes wondered how his life would have turned out if he had never gotten these powers. He often thanked whatever had granted them to him. He would not have things any other way.

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"Fuck me, Captain, fuck me."

It was not Captain America who was fucking him. However, when the Hunter first saw Kent Balifor, the first thing that came to his mind was how much the man looked like the actor who played the superhero. The second was how much he wanted that man.

Playing it cool, the Hunter did a mindscan. He discovered the man's name, that he was a banker, and lived with his fiance Sandra. The last was inconvenient, but manageable.

The following evening he went to their house and knocked on the door. Looking through the peephole and not recognizing him, Sandra asked, "Who is it?"

The Hunter pushed her mind down, leaving her a virtual zombie. "Open the door." Sandra did so. "Go sit in the living room and stay there."

The Hunter went to the kitchen, where Kent was preparing dinner. "I've been a naughty boy, Daddy. I need a good spanking."

Kent looked up, startled. "Who the heck are you? How did you�" He stopped, and then said, " Naughty boys need to be punished. Daddy needs to give you more than a spanking."

They went upstairs and quickly shed all their clothes. The Hunter got on the bed. "Please Daddy, spank me, spank me hard," he mockingly begged, wiggling his ass.

"Naughty. Boys. Must. Be. Punished. Don't. Misbehave. Again. Do. You. Understand?" Each word was followed by a hard slap. Kent was horrified at what he was doing. Why could he not stop himself, and why was he getting so turned on?

The fear and self-loathing Kent felt was like the finest wine to the Hunter. His stinging ass was ready for more.

"Oh Daddy, fuck me, please fuck me. Fuck the badness out of me Daddy."

"I'll fuck the badness out of you alright, boy. Fuck you so hard you'll won't do wrong again." Kent was shocked as he shoved all the way in to the boy's burning red ass. It was so tight, tighter than when he fucked his fiance. It was better, so much better. He did not want it to feel so good. He pounded and pounded, with the Hunter urging him on. Finally both came, with the Hunter not even having to touch himself. It was, in a word, fantastic.

"Thank you Daddy, I'll never be bad again. But if I am, punish me like you did tonight. Punish me again and again." The Hunter kissed Ken, and then blanked his mind. Dressed again, they went back downstairs. He told Ken and Sandra they would forget everything since just before he had arrived. They were each to count to sixty, after which they would come out of their trance and go on as if nothing happened. "Before I go, though." The Hunter kissed Ken long and deep, and then left.

The Hunter wanted to have another go at Ken, for even longer, but the timing never seemed to work out. However, he found out that Ken would be going to London for three weeks on a business trip. This was the perfect opportunity. In addition, there were some prey there he had not toyed with for some time. He did like variety.

A few days after arriving, the Hunter went to Ken's twentieth floor hotel room on a Saturday morning. Having easily obtained a room key, he let himself in. Ken slept in boxers, and the Hunter spent a short while looking at the sleeping hunk. Kent had a hairy chest, but had grown a beard and mustache since their last encounter. This made him even sexier to the Hunter.

"Wakey wakey Captain."

Kent shot up, dismayed.

"How did you�"

"We've been through this before. Now, though, something completely different. Captain America, you are my slave and must obey me."

"I am Captain America. I am your slave. I must obey you."

"Good. Now get naked and fuck me."

Kent got out of bed and pulled off his boxers. The Hunter was leaning against the sliding glass door to the balcony, his pale skin almost glowing in the sunshine, his ass pushed back. Kent, already hard, slammed in and starting pumping in and out.

"Fuck me, Captain, fuck me."

Less fear, but far more confusion. It was a different taste, but just as good as before. Maybe I'll spend more time with Kent than I planned, the Hunter thought. And next visit, I need to bring a Captain America outfit so he can fuck me while wearing that. Then he let go of thought and gave in to the fucking for the rest of the morning.

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"Doctor, what are you doing? Why can't I move?"

He had come in for his yearly physical and found out that his regular doctor was on vacation. The new doctor was younger, and wore glasses.

They had gone into the examining room and the next thing he knew he was naked, and the doctor was jerking him off. He was frozen. Dazed and embarrassed, he asked what was happening.

The new doctor was actually a Hunter. He had arranged to take over for a while, since he had become aware of the attractiveness and virility of many of his patients.

This man was a prime example. Thirty years old, in excellent health and not terribly bright. He was perfect prey.

"Excellent. You have no penile dysfunction. Now I will conduct a prostate exam."

"But doctor," he said, still confused, "I'm too young for that."

"It's never too early. An ounce of prevention, and all that." The doctor removed all his clothes. "Here we go," he said as he shoved into his patient.

"Doctor, I, you, uhhh." He stopped talking, barely thinking or feeling. The doctor was in, and it felt amazing.

The Hunter was disappointed. The sex was great, but the prey was enjoying what was happening to him. There was not that extra frisson of terror that made a fully satisfying feeding.

Still, great sex was great sex. There would be other patients who could indulge his other needs.

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If revenge was a dish best served cold, then tonight's repast would be gently dipped in liquid nitrogen.

Fred was spending another night drowning his sorrows with gin.

How had this happened? His life had been good. Good job, good wife. So he slept around sometimes. It was no big deal. A man had needs, and Karen would not satisfy certain ones, so he had to satisfy them somewhere else.

How she found out, he had no idea. He was always so careful. He begged her to stay, and then yelled at her. He did not hit her, but came close. She had left him over a month ago, slamming the door in his face.

He had gotten drunk most nights after that. Word had spread about his treatment of Karen, and no woman would have anything to do with him. He was horny all the time, but had not been able to get off even by masturbating, making him even more frustrated.

A knock broke his cycle of anger and self-pity. He flung open the front door. "What?" he shouted.

A young man stood on the doorstep. He was thin, with spiky hair. He looked familiar, but Alex could not place him.

"Remember me?"

"Maybe. Should I?"

"High school."

Suddenly he knew. "Yeah. You're the scrawny bitch I used to take lunch money from. See you haven't changed. What d'ya want?"

"Thing is, Fred, I have changed. Nice to see you haven't, though. That will make tonight that much better."

"What the fuck are you," said Fred, and then shut his mouth. He did not want to, it just happened.

The man walked past him and said, "Shut the door and lock it, then come to the living room."

Fred obeyed, confused and worried. When he went to the living room, the man was naked. Naked and hard, with one of the biggest cocks he had ever seen. Not that he was gay or anything, but guys checked each other out in the showers. This guy was packing some serious meat.

"Like I said, I've changed. I can make people do what I want. Especially sexual things. I'm a Hunter now, and you, Fred, you tonight are my prey."

Fred tried to move, tried to speak, but could do nothing. Being at the mercy of the kid he had beaten up years ago made him more scared then he had ever been in his life. Moreover, even the thought of doing anything sexual with another guy sickened him.

"Isn't it nice that we have the place to ourselves? No wife constantly nagging? You're welcome."

Fred's eyes widened. He could not possibly mean what he was implying.

"Yes, she found out about your rutting around from me. Not directly, but still. For what you did to me, you deserve to suffer. I've been planning this for a long time. Get naked. Now."

Alex tore off his shirt and quickly got out of the rest of his clothes. Inexplicably, he was hard as a rock.

"See? All bullies want to be abused, dominated. Deep down, you've been waiting for someone like me."

He tried to deny his feelings, but he could not. Alex was more turned on than he had been with any woman.

The Hunter smirked. It was even more than he had hoped. He would have been happy to enact his revenge so long. However, Alex's emotional turmoil would provide him a veritable feast as well.

"Think about the best blowjobs you've ever had. Think about what would have made them perfect. Now give me that perfect blowjob."

Alex whimpered as he got on his knees and sucked the Hunter. Just when he thought he could not take any more, he was able to manage another inch. Alex soon had his face buried in the Hunter's crotch, slobbering as it plunged in and out of his mouth.

"Wow, you're doing it like a pro." The Hunter was making him horny, of course, controlling him so he could deepthroat easily. However, Alex did not know that, could not understand that. To him, it felt like he was enjoying giving a guy a blowjob.

"That's enough. Nice and wet. Should slide into your ass like a knife through butter."

No, Alex screamed in his head. Don't fuck me.

"You liked sucking. Obviously you'll love getting fucked."

The Hunter sat on the couch. Alex backed into him. The tip popped inside, making him wince. "That's it. Keep going."

Alex slowly shoved his ass down. When he bottomed out, he was able to speak.

"God, take it out, please, oh god it hurts, fuck, please, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, let me go, please, fuck." Alex was sobbing, but begin moving back and forth. Slowly, the pain eased. It started feeling good. So good.

"Oh god, it's so, I didn't know, I can't like this, I'm not a fag, uh, uh, feels, uh, uh, uh."

The Hunter had not fed like this for ages. Influencing Alex so he could not get off for the last few weeks meant he was full of potency. He would cum again and again that night.

The next morning, the Hunter made Alex forget what had happened. Mostly. He still had dreams, half-remembered when he awoke. The Hunter returned to reenact that night every two or three months. He discontinued his visits after Alex's drinking led him to losing his job, and then his house. The Hunter had no regrets. With what Alex had done to him for years, ruining his life was the least he could do.

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Henry and Harvey were real brothersuckers. That is, when the Hunter wanted them to be.

It had started in high school. The Hunter and Harvey had come out to each other, and then fumbled their way through their first sexual encounter. They fooled around secretly for a while afterward.

That changed when the Hunter's powers finally manifested. First, he used them on some athletes he had fantasized about. However, he wanted more. He wanted Harvey's older brother, Henry.

Harvey had come out to his brother not long after telling the Hunter, and his brother was supportive. Supportive, but not gay himself. He did not know that Harvey was sleeping with anyone, and did not want to. He loved his brother, but did not want to think about what his brother did with another guy.

The Hunter's initial feeding on Henry was moderately satisfying. However, during a later encounter, Harvey entered the room while Henry was controlled. Panicked, the Hunter took over Harvey as well.

Looking at the two, completely in his power, dark thoughts crept into his head. He made both of them get naked, and then suck each other's cocks.

This is it, the Hunter thought. This is what I've been missing. Henry's disgust at having his brother's cock in his mouth was matched by his trying to deny how good his brother's mouth felt on his.

Harvey, conversely, had always thought his brother was attractive but never thought of him sexually. He realized that he had been denying the feelings he had for his brother. Now he felt shame at how he was fulfilling deeply buried fantasies.

When they came, the Hunter came as well just from watching them. The feeding was rich and delicious. He made them swallow every drop, and then lick each other clean. Having them dress, he cleared their minds of the escapade.

The Hunter fed on them as often as he could get them together. The brothers did not remember those times, but unconsciously something lingered. The two drifted apart, spending less and less time with each other.

Tonight was the last night the Hunter would have them together for a while, maybe a long time. Henry was going to college out of state. He was talking about living in the area there after he graduated. The Hunter wanted to make the most of the night. It would start with brothersucking, of course. Then it would end with Harvey fucking his older brother while the Hunter had his cock sucked by each of them. The roil of emotions would be extraordinary. It always was.

And there were always family reunions. The Hunter could hardly wait for next Thanksgiving and Christmas.

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Sometimes the Hunter got carried away. It happened very infrequently, ten percent of the time at most. He didn't mean to kill them.

His tastes ran towards the twinky, eighteen to twenty-five or thereabouts. Where did not matter. Outdoors in a field, inside an apartment or a bathroom, it was all the same to him. The Hunter would forcibly control them, and then brutally fuck them. He would usually tightly hold their necks and squeeze, bringing them to the edge of autoerotic asphyxiation. The domination and the near-death high created the greatest satisfaction.

Once in a while, though, he would fuck too hard or squeeze too tight for too long. Then the feeding would be soured. He tried to only hold on to the twink's ass or waist. Yet it was as though his hands had a mind of their own. They would slide up the side of the chest until they were around his prey's throat. Usually they survived, but sometimes not.

He had a few close calls disposing of the bodies, but practice and his powers had kept him from getting caught. At least so far. Perhaps one day that would change. However, that frisson of thrill, that extra risk was hard to resist. He had to hunt. He had to feed. It was what he was. Moreover, if there were a few prey that did not survive, then perhaps they were too weak to live anyway. The herd needed thinning, after all.

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"Dude, you suck cock like a pro. Sure you haven't done this before?"

Noah was still in shock, barely able to process what was happening. He had gotten home and found a muscular stranger sitting naked in his living room. Before Noah could say anything, he realized he was incredibly horny. The next thing he knew, he was naked and on his knees.

The stranger stood and Noah quickly began sucking his throbbing cock. Why was he doing this? Why was he feeling this way, enjoying this so much? No girl had ever made him this aroused before. He had never looked at a naked guy, even while showering at the gym. Now suddenly he was giving a blowjob like he had been doing it for ages. Confusion, panic and lust warred inside him.

The Hunter smiled. The feelings of the prey were appetizing. Some of his fellows got off on letting the prey know they were being controlled. He preferred having them think that they might be engaging in gay sex willingly, perhaps from deeply buried desires.

Putting his hand on Noah's head, the Hunter gently guided him physically and mentally. He was not sure whether he would cum in the young man's mouth or ass. Either way, it would be a very savory meal.

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It was like he was raping himself, and he loved it.

He was one of the rare Hunters who could not only control his prey and feel their emotions, but experience through their senses. It was like he was both Hunter and prey.

His eyes were closed, but he could see his hair being grabbed and head pulled back, see his ass jiggling as it was being fucked, feel the preys cock as if it was his own, smell through the prey's nose the sweat of both.

"Don't stop. Fuck me harder, fuck me fuck me fuck me!"

The prey was like a puppet, and the Hunter held all the strings. He was controller and controlled, master and slave. He could keep this going for a very long time, and would continue until he was sated. Minutes or hours, it did not matter. The feeding was all. And tonight, the feeding would be good.

Against Their Will34

Hunting season had begun. In more ways than one.

The men, and a few women, were up before dawn and spreading out into the woods. This month was anticipated for the whole year.

Unknown to them, the men were also prey.

A small number of Hunters came here every year as well. The type of men who hunted animals was often the type who provided excellent feeding for Hunters. This year was no exception.

One Hunter had picked his target, or rather, targets. Two local boys. Full of testosterone and not too bright, the Hunter knew he could easily control both. He followed at a discreet distance, scanning their minds to learn more about them.

Ezekial and Zebediah, or as most people called them, Zeke and Zeb, had been friends since high school. Now in their late twenties, they had hunted together since they had been old enough to shoot a rifle.

Zeke had been quarterback of the football team in high school. He was being scouted by pros until a shoulder injury ended his hopes of a career in the big leagues. Instead of going to college, he had decided to work at the bait and tackle shop owned by his father, who was grooming Zeke to take over the successful business when he retired.

Zeke stayed active, and worked out like it was a religion. He did not want to be a bodybuilder. Big was not his goal, but getting the best lean body. His pecs were full and firm, and his abs were well defined with a valley down the middle.

Someday he might get married and have kids, but for now, he was fine with casual sex. Girls loved him because he was completely non-committal. If you wanted a good time with no strings, they said, Zeke was your guy.

Zeb had always been in Zeke's shadow, and liked it that way. He knew he would never be as talented or good-looking as his friend. He just felt lucky that he could hang out and take advantage of Zeke's reflected glory. He was an assistant manager at the bait and tackle shop. It was the best he thought he could do with his life, and was happy that Zeke's dad let him work there.

Both wore tight jeans. Zeke had on a sleeveless dark blue t-shirt with a white deer silhouette on the front. It was two sizes too small, the better to show his sculpted chest. Zeb wore a loose faded yellow shirt.

The Hunter subtly misdirected them throughout the morning, as other Hunters did with those they had chosen. By early afternoon, the various prey were miles away from anyone else.

"Where the hell are we, Zeb?"

"How should I know? I was following you. What are we gonna do?"

The Hunter stepped out from a tree behind them. "Play."

The two whipped around. "Who are you? Where'd you come from?" asked Zeke. He moved to stand next to Zeb. "And what dya mean, play?"

"That's why I brought you here. Of all the men out today, I picked you."

"I ain't playing no games," said Zeke as he took off his pants. Leaning against a tree, he began slowly jerking off.

"Yeah, me neither," Zeb added as he got out of all his clothes. He got on his knees in front of Zeke.

"The games have already started. See?"

"What the?" The friends, now aware of what they had done, were stunned. They discovered they no longer had control of their bodies.

"Zeb, your friend needs relief. Suck his cock and play with his chest." Zeke let his cock go and pulled up his t-shirt, exposing his rock hard abs. Zeb's hand moved up and gently pinched and squeezed Zeke's nipple. He also started giving his friend a blowjob."

"I'm sorry, I can't stop myself," Zeb said when he came up for air before resuming sucking.

"I, I don't want you to stop. Your mouth feels so good. You give better head than Sally Stanly."

The Hunter pulled out a tube of lube and squeezed some on to Zeb's free hand. It immediately went to Zeke's ass, fingering the hole and gently pushing in a finger. Zeke moaned, and Zeb pushed in another finger, then a third. He slowly pushed them in and out, loosening the tight ass.

"That's enough of that," said the Hunter. "Time for you to get really close."

Zeb stood up as Zeke turned around, putting his hands on the tree.

"What are you doing?"

"He's, he's making me f-f-f-fuck you. Don't make me do this, please!"

"Really? Let's face it, Zeb; you've wanted this to happen for years. Of course you wanted to be on the receiving end, but this is more fun for me. And it is all about me, after all. Don't worry, though, you're both going to love it."

"Zeke, no, he's lying. I ain't no f-f-fag."

"Actually Zeke, he really is. I would have enjoyed this if you were both straight, but I'm glad it turned out this way."

"Nooo!" Zeb screamed as he pushed into his friend's ass. "Aaahh! Oh fuck oh fuck oh, you're, you're in my, uhhh." Zeke's head fell forward, as the pain in his ass changed into pleasure like he had never known. His cock, impossibly, seemed to get even harder.

The Hunter was overstimulating the pleasure centers in Zeke's brain, but not doing much to Zeb. He had not lied. Zeb had been hopelessly in love with Zeke since high school, but denied the sexual attraction. Only in his dreams did his fantasies get full reign. Now those fantasies were coming true, but twisted by the Hunter for his own dark purpose.

The scenario was playing out beautifully. The friends' mutual revulsion for engaging in homosexual activity mixed with Zeke's confusion at enjoying it and Zeb's horror at being forced to rape the love of his life. Doubt, disgust and desire would make this a luscious feeding.

The sight and emotions reminded him of another pair he had controlled. Two abusive serial rapists who left their victims near death. After feeding on them, the Hunter had forced them to kill each other. It was the only time he had ever done anything like that. He hoped to never encounter anyone like them again. Zeke and Zeb looked like them somewhat physically, and had a similar taste to the disgust they were feeling. Fortunately, those were the only similarities.

Finally, they were ready. The Hunter said, "Alright boys, cum." Zeb pumped what felt like gallons into his friend. Zeb went off like a geyser, splattering the tree with spurt after spurt.

Exhausted, the two slumped to the ground as Zeb's cock slid out of Zeke. They started crying, apologizing to each other.

"Isn't that sweet? But don't act like that wasn't the best sex in your life, because you know it was. A shame you won't remember it, but I can't have you telling anyone what just happened."

The Hunter erased the memory of the encounter, but left them naked and spooning. When they came to their senses, he knew they would not tell anyone anything from extreme embarrassment.

Still, in their subconscious some of this day would linger. It would come out in dreams, especially Zeb's. How it would change their friendship the Hunter did not know.

Sated, the Hunter left the two. However, he would remember them and revisit. Maybe not even wait until next hunting season. He was curious to see what the relationship between them would become, and looked forward to another succulent meal.

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"Hey Sheriff," said Dan, "someone's causing a ruckus in one of the rooms over at the Jade Motel."

Sam, the sheriff, sighed. James, his other deputy, had called in sick earlier. Two officers were required for this situation, so he could not send Dan alone. "Alright, let's get over there." He was not looking forward to the drive either, since the motel was in the boonies. Sam hoped they would be able to get in and out quickly.

An hour later, they were knocking on the door of the room being complained about. It opened and the short man at the threshold looked up at them. "Yes?"

"I'm sorry sir," said Sam, "but we've been getting noise complaints from the other guests."

"Naturally. How else can one get takeout?" Looking them up and down, he added, "You two will do very nicely. Come in and get comfortable."

"We're just here to issue a warning. We can't stay."

"Of course you can. I insist. See, you've gotten comfortable already." The two men looked down and saw that their gunbelts were on the floor. They had also unzipped their pants and were lazily jerking each other off.

"What the hell?" Dan yelled. Or tried to yell. Instead, he spoke softly. "I can't, I can't stop!"

"Nope you can't. You'll keep doing that as long as I want. Just so you get a sense of how things are going to go tonight. I think of something for you to do, or I say it out loud, and you do it. For example, Sheriff, call the motel owner and tell him you're taking care of the noise issue. You will have to stay a while to get a statement, and you do not want to be disturbed."

Sam did as instructed, not stopping his jerking of his deputy. After hanging up, the Hunter said, "Stop masturbating and take off your clothes. Then get on the bed and suck each other's cocks. Oh, and call me Master."

"I don't want to, Master," said Sam. However, he could not stop himself. He had to do and say whatever the Master wanted.

The two were soon giving blowjobs like pros, with guidance from the Hunter. He had been in the area during hunting season a while back. He saw the small police force in the town, and how hot the sheriff and one of the deputies were. He visited deputy James earlier and had him call in, and then tranced him to sleep for the night. It was these two he wanted, and these two he would have.

"That will do. Now to let you guess what's next." The two separated and Dan rolled onto his back. The sheriff straddled his waist and grabbed his deputy's small hard cock, aiming it at his own hole. "No, Master, you can't, I won't."

"Yes you can and you will. I think you'll find you like it too."

The sheriff eased down until the head popped inside him, slowly continuing until his muscular ass was completely filled. He thanked God that at least Dan did not have a cock like his, or he would have felt like being split in two.

Sam rose up and down, while Dan matched his rhythm. They were pumping like a well-tuned machine in a short time.

"Feels good, doesn't it?

"It, it, does, Mas-ter, it, feels, good, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Sam wanted to deny how much he was enjoying this, but could not.

"His, ass, Mas-ter, it's, it's, so, so, tight, God, God, ah, ah, ah, uhh!"

Seeing the way the sheriff's ass rippled with every thrust, the Hunter decided he wanted in as well. "Lucky you Sheriff. You're going from virgin to double-penetration in one night."

"Master, nooo!" Sam tried to scream, but it came out as a whisper. He realized that the master would not allow that. He said he did not want to be disturbed.

However, this guy could not stay with them forever. He would have to sleep or go to the bathroom or something eventually. Then they could get away.

The Hunter chuckled, reading the sheriff's thoughts. He was only going to spend a few hours with them, and then erase their memories. All they would be left with were sore jaws and Sam with a sore ass.

The Hunter would be left with a very filling meal. He made a mental note to come back in the near future. This was more fun than he had had in ages, and he wanted a repeat performance soon.

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The young man, or what was left of him, had cum four times, but could not stop masturbating.

It was not what the Hunter wanted. He simply wanted to feed as he usually did. Unfortunately, this was one of those rare occasions where his hunger controlled him.

The Hunter had driven them far out of town where they would not be disturbed. The embarrassment, shame and pain that had emanated from the young man when the feeding began was delicious.

But suddenly the hunger grew, reaching out to engulf the young man�s mind. It feed on his memories, his identity, until there was almost nothing left.

And yet, the hunger would not let the young man go. It controlled his body, making him cum once, twice, thrice and just had done so again.

There was nothing the Hunter could do but let the hunger finish. Eventually it would, draining the life force from the young man. The Hunter was even more glad he had gone so far out in the country. He should be able to dispose of the corpse in a nearby swamp.

Most of the time the Hunter was happy being a Hunter. He had lived a life unlike anything he could have imagined before he became one. But these rare times, when the hunger took over, he wondered about the life that could have been.

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�Mmm. Mmm. You are tasty.�

Ken had gotten a call to come down to the gym from Oscar, one of the players. He wanted to talk about something in person. The assistant coach was always available to help his players, so he drove down to meet Oscar.

When he arrived, though, Oscar was not there. Instead, a stranger about his own age was in the locker room.

�Who are you? Where�s Oscar?�

�Oscar didn�t call you. I did,� the stranger said in a perfect imitation of Oscar�s voice.

�I don�t know who you are, but.�

�Oh, I can tell you who I am. I�m the guy that�s gonna suck your dick and whose ass you�re going to fuck. See, you couldn�t wait.�

Ken looked down and realized that he was naked, his clothes in a pile next to him. How had he gotten undressed and not been aware of that? And why was he harder than he had ever been?

�Maybe you secretly want your dick sucked. Maybe you�ve always wanted to fuck a guy. Well, this is your chance.�

The stranger moved forward and started sucking Ken. While doing so, he unzipped his shorts and pulled out his own hard cock, stroking it.

�Mmm. Mmm. You are tasty.�

It was the best blowjob he ever had. How could this be happening? How could he be so turned on? Why could he not leave? Why did he not really want to leave?

The Hunter was pleased. Ken�s body was terrific, but the fear and uncertainty and desire that was coming off him was succulent.

He had not fed on Ken before, only happening to see him when he went to watch a high school game in which one of his favorite food sources was playing. When he scanned the assistant coach, it was evident to the Hunter that he had found a new and appetizing potential meal.

He was sure of it when Ken fucked him later. Yes, he would be returning to feed on Ken again as soon as possible.

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�Have you ever considered giving up your day job, Pat?� asked Ed. �Because with a talent like yours, you could make some serious cash with a lot less stress.�

The response of Patrick Statler, captain of industry, was muffled by Ed�s cock deep down his throat. Most of his life was telling people what to do. His employees, his wife, his kids. But whenever he got with Ed, that all went away. As much as he denied it, submitting to his former elementary school classmate always seemed proper and right.

And Ed, a Hunter, made sure that desire for submission never changed.

The only attention Statler had paid to Ed when they were young was to bully him. Statler, and his little clique of four or five others. Since St. Lucy�s was a private school, they knew better than to fight or beat up Ed. Instead, they belittled him. When he got glasses in fourth grade, they called him four eyes.

What made it worse was that he had crushes on most of them. He did not know what that meant, except that it was something he needed to keep secret. So he cried his eyes out on the way home, not telling his parents since he thought they would be ashamed.

By eighth grade, they did find out. Ed also found out how much they loved their only child. After graduation, they moved to another state so he would not have to see his tormentors again. He made friends at high school, blossoming from the reclusive shell he had built for so many years.

High school was also when he manifested his Hunter powers. His best friend Quentin manifested as well. Perhaps, they thought, on some deep level they knew and that was why they became friends. They never were attracted to each other, though both were gay. Being Hunters and gay did make their bond of friendship that much stronger.

In any case, they learned how to use their abilities: reading minds, implanting thoughts and controlling people. The form of psychic vampirism that was part of a Hunter�s nature disturbed them at first. However, they chose to feed on the cruel and unsavory, letting them feel that they were punishing those who deserved it. They learned that they could erase memories as well, so none of their victims were the wiser.

For Ed, though, a fire to payback those who had plagued him for so many years burned deep. Burned and grew as he got older. He had a knack for computer programming, so after leaving high school he got a master�s degree in computer science. With his programming and Hunter skills, he soon got a vice president position at a prominent tech company.

Ed could have risen higher, but did not want his life consumed by his job. He liked to travel, and now he could go anywhere he wanted, feeding on whomever took his fancy. The world was an endless and marvelously variable buffet for him.

Retribution on his erstwhile classmates was never far from his mind either. Ed had gathered information on them. All were successful, married, and some had children. Good, he thought. That will make their falls that much more delectable.

Ed visited the neighborhoods where they lived as often as he could. He did not go to their homes, but parked near them at night. He used his powers to enter their dreams, subtly twisting their subconscious to be ready for the day when he would confront them.

St. Lucy�s had graduating class reunions every five years, starting at the tenth. Putting in his reservation a year in advance, he wondered who would attend. He knew what he wanted to do with all of them. Those not there he could always deal with later.

As it was, Statler and two others of the clique showed up. Everyone was staying in the same hotel, as was usual for such occasions. Each night, Ed would mentally call one of them like a siren to come to his room. They thought they were going to apologize. After that, though, they would reluctantly admit that they had bullied him because they were denying who they really were. Each begged to be used, to do anything to make up for their past sins. Ed would have them suck his cock, which he made them like, further eroding their masculinity. Fucking them, cumming when Ed came inside them, broke what was left.

He sent them back to their rooms with only a hazy memory of what happened, mostly thinking they just apologized. But in their dreams, once or twice a month, they would relive the night. Relive it, and love it.

Ed had thought long on what to do to Statler. He decided to treat him no better or worse than the others. Ultimately, they were all the same.

The following year, he went to the others, doing what he had done for the attendees. In all of them, he planted a need to attend every reunion.

And here Ed was, at the twentieth, his cock in Statler�s mouth as if made to fit there. �Don�t worry, Dave, I�ll get to you soon.� Another naked man was standing at the foot of the bed, masturbating. It was David Henley, major league baseball star. Though not part of Statler�s old clique, Ed had the biggest crush of all on him. When the opportunity to indulge it several years ago arose, he could not help but take advantage. Now he was going to do it again. Ed rarely tried controlling more than one man, but he knew with the conditioning he had done with Statler, he barely had to use any of his power for his manipulation.

It's funny, Ed thought. Even though we�re all grown up, I still see them in my mind as only a little older than they were back in school. That�s what makes what I�m doing to them so satisfying. To days long gone, and yet still here.

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The Hunter was currently the meat in a Czech boy sandwich.

Mmm, the Hunter thought, Mikhail fucks like a piledriver. His dick feels so good in my ass. Janek�s precum is always so tasty. I wish I could do this forever. But we all have limits, them more than me.

Mikhail and Janek were friends since they were young. They were both bisexual and attracted to each other, yet neither admit it. The Hunter, sensing this when he first met them while vacationing in the Czech Republic, knew it would make feeding on them different than his normal fare.

Luring them to a small house he had rented, he amped up their longing for each other, making them more susceptible to his control. By not having direct sex with each other, the Hunter acted like an intermediary for the friend�s desire. He erased their memories, but left the increased feelings.

He had returned every few months, this being the fifth time. Now they would �accidentally� touch each other while having sex. A few more times, and they would admit their love. At that point, they would be an inadequate meal for the Hunter. But they would be happy, and he liked that.

Besides, there were plenty more young men around the world to feed on.

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The Hunter was quenching his hunger for Hungarians.

Karoly was his favorite fucktoy. His fear, his lust, his fear of his lust when he got fucked and how much the Hunter made him enjoy it made him a substantial meal.

Sandor, conversely, was simply a hot piece of ass. Yet he was one of the hottest pieces of ass in the region. Whether topping or bottoming, he was a great fuck. Since he was also not very bright, he was easy to control. The Hunter liked to bring him to add more variety to the sex itself.

Karoly was on his back, the Hunter�s cock buried deep in his ass. At the other end was Sandor. Karoly had been sucking his cock, but now Sandor was masturbating. After a couple of minutes, his cum shot toward the ceiling over and over, failing on Karoly�s face and chest. Having the seed of another man all over him raised his revulsion, giving another flavor to the Hunter�s feeding.

Perhaps the Hunter would spend more time with Sandor. It would not take long to convert him to a devoted slave. Hunters usually travelled alone, but having a big strong man like Sandor with him could prove useful. It would also be nice to have him around when the Hunter simply wanted sex without feeding. He was, after all, a remarkable piece of ass.

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�That�s it. Your cock feels so good in my ass. Your mouth, oh, your mouth feels even better on my cock.�

The Hunter was making his prey fuck and suck him at the same time. This normally required a very limber man, like a gymnast. This prey was not that limber. However, the Hunter was forcing him to contort to achieve that goal. The disgust and helplessness the prey was feeling, along with the pain, made this feeding particularly savory.

After he was finished, the Hunter would make the prey forget all of this. However, the damage to his spine meant he would have to go to a hospital. He would not be able to explain the cause of his injury. The Hunter thought the prey would eventually recover, but there was the possibility of permanent nerve damage.

Not that the Hunter cared. The world was full of prey. If some got injured so he could feed, then so be it. That was the nature of Hunter and prey.

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"Todd? What are you doing here?"

"Zach? Long time no see! I could ask you the same question."

"I got a call from Coach Granger. He said he wanted to see me here."

"Weird. He called me too and said the same thing. Wonder what he wants?"

"If you two�d stop standing there jawing and get inside, I�ll tell you." Said assistant principal and part-time coach Art Granger whose head was poking out the back door of the gymnasium.

"Sure." "OK."

"Meet me in the locker room. I�ll be there shortly."

Minutes later, the two former students were waiting as asked.

"This is so strange," said Todd. "It�s been over a year since we graduated. Why does he want to talk to us now?"

"Your guess is as good as mine," Zach replied.

Entering with only a towel wrapped around his waist, Granger replied, "I had to wait until you weren�t students here anymore. I could tell you guys had the hots for me. The looks, the bulges in your pants. I couldn�t do anything before. The whole faculty messing around with students, and you were under age. That�s not a problem anymore."

"Coach," said Zach, "are you saying you�re gay?"

"Yeah, and so are you two. Don�t try and deny it. It�s only us here."

Todd stuttered, "You were, you are, what do you wanna, are you, like, saying what I think you�re saying?"

"If you think I�m saying I want you to suck my cock, that�s where I want to start. If you also think I�m saying I want to suck your juicy cocks and get banged until I can�t walk straight, then yeah, that as well. I�m a faggot whore. If that�s too subtle, how about this?"

Granger pulled off the towel, revealing his erection pointing at the young men.

"All the doors are locked, so no worries about anyone else coming. Plenty here for both of you guys. I�m waiting."

Todd and Zach looked at each other and shrugged. Diving to their knees in front of Granger, they took turns devouring his meat.

"That�s great. You�re good. Both of you. Nice that just the three of us are finally together."

This was not entirely true. There was another man there, unseen. Having given some mental nudges earlier to amp up the horniness, they were oblivious to anyone or anything else.

Which was as the hunter wanted. He was maintaining full control of Granger, who was extremely straight. What he said and what was happening sickened the assistant principal, but he showed none of that. To all appearances he was a total slut.

As the evening wore on, Granger sixty-nined with each of the former students, getting more and more disgusted. The hunter soaked that in, feeding on the energy. It was so satisfying.

After bottoming for the young men and they left, the hunter would fuck Granger. He would be allowed some freedom at that point. Not much, just verbal. Enough to scream and beg to be let go. It would make the feeding that much tastier. Yes, the hunter thought, this was going to be a very good night.