This is a repost of a story from my old account. It was originally a request, written for Careful-Weird-6213 Feedback and comments welcome. Check out my profile for my other stories. xXx Christian squinted as he gazed down the barrel of his rifle. The bright sun of the savannah was low in the sky, the last tendrils of crimson light signaling the impending twilight. He felt his thick cock twitch in the tight confines of his cargo pants. The thrill of the hunt filled the muscular brunette hunter with sexual fervour, his senses alive as he relished the chance to prove himself the alpha predator of the African bush. His latest hunting expedition was coming to a close, soon he would be back in New York, among the skyscrapers and yellow cabs rather than open plains and powerful beasts of Zimbabwe. He thought himself the greatest hunter who had ever lived, and indeed no quarry had ever escaped him. He shifted slightly and grunted, his large testicles were pressing into the hard rock of the outcropping where he lay, and were beginning to ache. His big balls were a blessing and a curse and despite their fragile vulnerability, he enjoyed the envious male stares when he strutted through the locker rooms of exclusive Manhattan gyms, or the gasps of amazement whilst he had them fondled by the expert hands of New York's most expensive escorts. His keen brown eyes narrowed as he aimed his rifle at a ferocious lioness, preparing to snuff out the majestic animal's life before it could complete its latest hunt. Christian believed the animal’s head would look superb mounted on the wall of his plush penthouse apartment, overlooking Central Park. He paused for a moment, considering how among lions, it was the deadly lioness who did the hunting, while the male waited for it's prize. As his finger began to squeeze the trigger, coming close to the crisp break at five pounds of pressure on the custom crafted, English made hunting rifle, a shadow fell across him. He shifted quickly, his reactions swift and sure, but it was too late. He felt a sudden burst of pain in his right temple, then his vision swam and burst with bright lights. Before he could do anything, he was unconscious. xXx Christian awoke slowly, groaning as his senses returned to him. He smelled the ash and woodsmoke of a campfire. His eyes adjusted slowly to the night sky above, a seemingly endless span of distant stars and planets. He looked around, thought his eyes were playing tricks on him as he watched the dusky and sensual looking figure dancing in the flickering red and yellow light of a large fire. The orange glow reflected off the ebony skin of a striking tribal warrior, more beautiful and athletic than any woman he had ever laid eyes on, her body twisting and writhing in the throes of some ritualistic display of erotic dance. She was stark naked, save for a series of golden rings worn around her neck. Despite the sense of peril, and his crushing headache, Christian felt his thick cock begin to stiffen again, and glancing down he realized he had been stripped naked by the woman, and was bound with rope, his muscular body immobile, two loops of twine binding wrist to ankle so that he sat with his knees spread on the warm earth. He saw his clothes piled next to him, heaped carelessly. As the woman danced, the flames reflected against the ebony muscle of her thighs and buttocks, and the firm, proud swells of her exquisite breasts. Christian swallowed as he felt his heavy cock rise to slap against his chiseled abs, nine solid inches of throbbing white meat between his strong thighs. His large, pale balls, clean shaven and sagging, sat swollen on the red earth, churning with his seed and eager for release as his groggy mind drank in the erotic scene that played out before him. The black woman’s hands roved over her body, fingers pinching at swelling nipples, and then slipping into the wet, dark folds of the pussy lips which glistened between her strong thighs. Eventually her sexual dance ebbed and slowed as she realized her captive was awake, and watching her sexual display. The woman stepped into focus, a tall, ebony skinned goddess with firm, round breasts and incredible dark dreadlocks, coming to stand over the hunky but vulnerable form of Christian the hunter. He could smell her arousal on the night air, and his thick, white cock dripped with a desperate thread of precum, which ran swiftly from the twitching purple head and down the veined shaft to pool on the large, twin orbs that hung below, his prized testicles, the source of his male pride and prowess as a hunter. ‘Mmm, an impressive trophy.’ The ebony warrior smiled, looking down at his swelling manhood, her English heavily accented, but perfectly understandable. She squeezed one of her magnificent breasts absent mindedly as she stared at his chiseled body and turgid manhood. ‘My name is Danai, greatest hunter of my tribe.’ ‘And I am Christian, the greatest hunter in the West.’ He smiled, displaying an impressive streak of confidence despite his delicate position, and the ridiculous nature of their meeting. ‘Do I have you to thank for my headache, Danai?’ ‘Indeed you do, hunter,’ she squatted on the earth in front of him, her legs spreading as she did so, affording him a tempting view of her pussy which peeked from beneath a thick, but neatly trimmed bush. ‘For too long you white men have stolen the souls of our sacred animals, raped our lands while bribing the dirty hands of our corrupt male leaders. But no longer!’ ‘There’s nothing you can do, woman,’ Christian spat, incensed that a woman, no matter how beautiful and exotic, was telling him what he could and could not do. ‘I’ve got all the right permits, I'm taking a trophy home whether you like it or not. Now give me back my fucking clothes you savage.’ Danai smiled and struck like a cobra, her hand darting forward to take hold of Christian's bare and vulnerable testicles, clamping them in an iron grip. The hunter moaned as her fingers squeezed his delicate nut meat, grinding the two impressive organs together. Another thick rope of precum oozed from his desperate cock, which throbbed and twitched despite her cruel grasp, the silvery thread dripping to coat her soft black hand, causing it to glisten in the firelight. ‘Listen to me hunter,’ Danai whispered, squeezing his pale eggs, ‘permits mean nothing here. This is my ancestral land and I mean to defend it.’ She tugged on his throbbing balls, stretching them away from his proud cock, ‘It is I who will be going home with a trophy this night, do you understand?’ Christian moaned as he felt his testicles compress in her grip. The realisation dawned on him, this beautiful savage didn't mean to scare him, she would not be swayed by his good looks or his vast wealth. No, she wanted something else entirely, she wanted to make an example of him. A warning to all the strong white men who wanted to use Africa as their playground. ‘That’s right white boy,’ Danai grinned, seeing the realisation dawn in his wide, brown eyes, ‘Im going to take the greatest trophy of all. Your manhood!’ Christian struggled against his bonds as Danai lowered herself into his lap, his body betraying his mind as his still hard cock parted the soft folds of her dark vagina. He moaned in pleasure, despite the lingering ache in his swollen balls. She slid lower, and he felt himself filling her up, until all nine trembling inches of his white member had disappeared beneath the tight black curls of her neat bush. Danai grunted and moaned as she rode him, making Christian feel like a muscular stallion being broken in the ring. Each time she slid down his length her firm buttocks slammed his heavy jewels against the red earth, making him groan like a wounded animal. ‘Enjoy the sensation while it lasts hunter,’ she moaned, ‘this is your last.’ He felt her shudder above him, the walls of her pussy gripping his thick cock tightly as she orgasmed loudly. He felt his big balls tighten as his own orgasm rose within him. Too soon Danai stood from him, his swinging dick slipping from her with a wet slap. He groaned, his battered, aching balls desperate for release. He struggled against his ropes, trying to grasp his throbbing cock and edge himself to a final climax. He screamed as her bare foot stomped down on his churning nuts, all thoughts of pleasure cut short by the exquisite agony of her dark toes crushing the life from his testicles. ‘Oh fuck,’ he groaned into the night, ‘my fucking balls!’ ‘Yes,’ Danai shouted, thrusting her wet pussy into his face as she flattened his manhood beneath her foot. ‘Scream for me. Growl as the lion or moan as the wildebeest does when you take their lives at the end of your gun.’ ‘Oh God,’ Christian moaned into her wet snatch as her foot crushed his aching balls into the earth, ‘please, not my balls, not my balls!’ Despite his agony his cock continued to twitch and throb, thick ropes of precum running freely from the heavy tip. ‘Yes hunter. Your balls.’ She finally stepped off of him, leaving him broken on the red earth. He looked down in horror as his bruised balls slowly returned to their original shape. They were still intact, he had a chance. The horror returned to his face as she took his heavy cock in one hand, the other reaching to the pile of clothing scattered beside him. From beneath his tan pants she withdrew his hunting knife, a razor sharp blade with a partially serrated edge. He struggled in vain as she stroked his cock, placed the blade against the top of his sack. He knew this was the end of his manhood, but still he moaned in pleasure as she expertly stroked his shaft, her ebony hand whipping up and down it's pale length. His eyes roved over her dark body, as he bucked and squirmed, enjoying, for a final time, the sight of a perfect woman. As his orgasm gripped him he screamed, a primal roar like the sound of a lion falling dead at the end of his rifle. His hot seed splattered over Danai’s hand and proud breasts, white streaks over her dark flesh. She smiled and cut down with his knife, severing his throbbing balls with a single stroke. He howled, a high patch wail of emasculation as she lifted her trophy above him, his fat nuts swaying beneath her fist, laid bare in the light of the fire and moon. XXx Christian survived his encounter with Danai, but he never hunted or fucked again. His were not the first trophies she had taken, nor would they be the last.