As Bill studied Jeff's fetishes, he realized that there was finally something the two of them could do together. Bill did enjoy hunting and the only friends he had were his hunting buddies. They all happened to have sons about Jeff's age give or take a few years. Bill called his hunting buddies and arranged that they should bring their sons up for the next trip to the cabin.
So five fathers and thirteen young men gathered at the cabin. Bill said, "This year, we are going to enjoy hunting the ultimate prey. We will hunt our sons."
Chad, the oldest young man asked, "Is this a joke?"
Bill said, "No joke but don't worry. No one will be harmed. As we've been speaking, this computer has scanned each of you and now I will show you what happens to anyone caught."
Jeff said, "That's ny computer. You didn't ask . . ." But then Jeff collapsed. Bill stripped Jeff and laid him out on the floor. He still looked human but he looked like he had been skinned and made into a rug similar to a bear skin rug. All the young men stood still in shock.
Bill wiped his feet on Jeff. "He still has a cute tushy, don't you think?" Bill then stuck his foot up Jeff's ass. "He also makes a good foot warmer."
Chad said, "No way. No way I'm playing in this sick game of yours. I'm outta . . ."
Chad collapsed. Bill fished Chad out of his clothes and displayed Chad for everyone to see. Chad was just his cock and balls mounted on a plaque. "Now, unless you want to become a trophy like Chad or something else, I suggest you run now and let us hunt you."
The eleven remaining young men including Greg ran.