Hunting was always best just before dawn, when I was down by the river. There was a shallow spot of trees and reeds, and every couple days there would be some idiot college boys out to swim in what everyone swore was still water. They'd come in twos, maybe threes, wearing their cargo shorts and hoodies, flip-flops, towels slung over a shoulder. Young, strong and sure of themselves. Such easy prey.
Most of them were on the swim team and looked it. Lean, sleek a bit of swagger. Legs in perfect order. Unfortunately, about half would have next to no ass, so those guys were ignored. The beast wanted them built a certain way, and so long as I brought it at least one a week, it was satisfied and I was treated well.
Of course, taking him by the river also worked out well in another way -- his disappearance could be shrugged off by the cops as a drowning, with the body carried down to the lake and gone forever. Or, at least. until the bones appeared in some fisherman's net.
That's not to say there weren't other decent hunting spots, besides this. Like gyms around five or six am, when next to no one was around. Men that early usually wore Spandex so you could make out what the had available for fun. And he was usually so sure of himself, he was easy to take.
Or the bars on the east edge of town after midnight. When the drunk boys would be heading home, horny from not getting a piece of ass they'd been feeding drinks to all night. The problem was, those would usually be dressed in jeans or pants and loose shirts and the like, so it was hard to exactly make out what their bodies and crotches really looked like. I'd been able to grab a couple that had been acceptable to the beast, but a couple others weren't and I had been punished.
Those disappearances could also be laid off on the river. Must've been too drunk and fell in and that was that. The casual indifference of the authorities when dealing with missing college boys was very helpful.
This morning, the sky was just beginning to show a hint of red and I was about to check out a nearby gym when I heard a group approaching. It was a pair of good-looking college boys in shoes and slacks, unbuttoning their shirts. With them, a couple of girls, one pulling off her blouse as the other undid her dress. Obviously, they'd been at an all-night party and were now going to take a swim before heading back to the dorm or their apartment.
The females were pretty, but of no interest the beast or myself, and soon were stripped to their bras and underwear. One of the boys already had his pants off, and he was wearing short boxers. Tight body. Good legs. Dark hair where it should be. He would be a good choice.
But it was the other one...the other one who was perfect for my needs. Fine build. Exquisite ass atop excellent legs. Hair swirling where it should. And wearing boxer briefs, so I could tell he had what was needed. There were certain minimum standards which had to be met, in order to keep me alive, and he more than met them. I would love having him.
Boxer-boy and the girls were already splashing in the water and howling for him to follow. Called him Greg. He was having trouble getting one foot released from his pants leg. They laughed at him and swam past the reeds, out of sight.
That is when I pounced. Grabbed him from behind, a hand over his mouth and my arm around his chest. He jolted and tried to fight me, but the beast had given me extreme strength and dexterity on top of my already powerful build. Added to this was a new addiction to the feeling of a man struggling against me. His body twisting and turning. His legs kicking. His ass jamming against my dick, driving me mad with lust. And Greg was doing all of that, and more. If it continued for too long, I could lose control and wind up fucking him in the back of the van. I'd done that, once before, and I still bore the scars from that stupidity. So I used a fingernail to scratch just under his right tit. On it was a serum the beast had given me that induced unconsciousness, and in seconds he was limp in my arms.
So fucking beautifully limp.
I heard his friends coming back, so I took his pants and one of his shoes and threw them into the river, up the bank, then I carried Greg off in my arms, like a princess. My van was close by and soon he was in the back. I bound his ankles with tape, then did his wrists behind him. Next I gagged him with it, all the while sitting atop his amazing ass. Getting harder and harder. It was amazing; since being killed I was hornier than ever.
I thought, for a moment, of going back for the other boy, just to satisfy myself, but that would be too much at one time. I was pushing the edge of discovery with this one. I could find another guy to make use of, along the way. It was nearly a hundred miles back to the cave. Maybe a nice buff daddy would be out running early in the morning, thinking he was hot shit. That wouldn't delay me too long, and I still would have time to recharge for Greg.
I did pull Greg's boxer briefs down, to reveal him...and he was lovely. Not the biggest dick ever, but fat and nicely formed. And wonderfully fat balls, as if he'd never even jacked himself off.
He would please us all...and I would live another week.
