Raw Bushmeat

The bearded man grips the struggling animal by its legs while the clean-shaven one kneels behind him, his tattooed chest pressed against the net as he guides the trapped thing into the open mouth of the third, who stands with his muscular arms braced. The woods blur around them as raw, unprotected penetration happens against the rough bark of a fallen tree, the animal’s thrashing only making the fucking harder. Tattoos stretch over sweat-slick skin, the net’s sharp edges digging into their shoulders as they work together to hold it still.