As the young men dashed out the door, they discovered their clothing ripped right off their bodies. The naked men dashed off into the woods. Greg shouted, "Split up! We'll have a better chance of getting help!"
"Bill! You promised I could hunt Chad!" Chandler said angrily.
"Oh, you'll get a chance, I just wanted to get them going. I wanna hunt Jeff too. Then when I shoot him, he'll make a great bareskin rug. Now that he and Chad know what to expect, I suspect they'll try harder not to get caught."
Bill tapped the computer, and Chad was standing there holding the plaque with his cock and balls.
"What the fuck?"
"Chad, you're going to let us hunt you. If you manage to escape us all weekend, you get your balls back, if not your dad's got a great conversation piece for his office, until our next hunt."
Chandler laughed, "I like the way you think, Bill."
"How the hell do I piss?" Chad asked.
"Like Caitlin Jenner, you have to squat," Chandler said slapping his son on the back. "So if you don't want to end a bareskin rug and a paperweight, you better start moving your ass." Chandler's hand slipped down to his son's exposed ass-crack and goosed him, adding, "And leave the trophy here. It'll be on the wall over the fireplace, if you survive."
"Hey, I was planning on mounting Greg's head over the mantle," Greg's father Steve said. Then turning to Bill, he asked, "You don't suppose you could grow a set of antlers on Greg? He was always so PC about deer hunting, and he smashed up the 10 point antlers I got last year."
"Well, lemme see," Bill said, "Uh, Chad, if you don't go soon, you'll be separated from your balls permanently, cause I'll make your daddy's paperweight bronzed. Now we'll be after your asses in about 24 minutes. The other boys have a six minute head start on you."
Chad glanced down at Jeff, and turned and bolted out the door. He could hear his father and his hunting buds laughing.
"Yeow!" Chad shouted.
"Oh, yeah, son, watch where you step. The woods are full of sharp rocks and pine needles!" Chandler shouted.
"Okay, Jeffy, rise and shine!" Bill said shoving his foot under Jeff, and hitting the enter key on the computer.
"Dad! You!"
"You better run. I like the idea of a paperweight, means I won't have to worry about you knocking up any of the girls," Bill said nodding at Chad's taxidermied manhood.
Jeff swallowed hard and ran out the door. He heard the dogs whining in the back of Steven's truck. He ran straight down the road until he was out of sight, then he cut through the woods to the creek. He knew why his dad had made them run naked. Each man would have a dog , and his son's clothing.
"Bill, what's to stop them from coming back here, and playing with that machine of yours?"
"Well, first off, they're all subjects, and rule number one in today's program. They become inanimate when they get within 5 feet of the Chronivac. Of course, I didn't tell them. Wouldn't be surprised if we find Jeff's manhood on the mantle and a rug here by the fire, but then I also programmed it, so the boys know that's what will happen if they try it. No worries about them reaching civilization either. They have to stay in the woods, step on the highway, and they teleport to a random spot deep in the woods. Oh, and it will hurt like hell when you shoot them, but won't kill them. Now each of you type in what you want your boys to become when you shoot them."
"What if someone else shoots them?"
"Well, it is a hunt. I suppose they'll become whatever you selected. We'll change them back at the end of the week - mostly. Unless you want to keep a souvenir."
"I'll keep Greg's horns."
"Actually, I think, Jimmy's dick is curved a bit. So it'll make a nice coat hook in my office. I'll let him keep his balls. Probably, he'll be horny 24/7 with no dick to jack off. Should make next month's hunt more fun. And I think I'll make him into a buckskin outfit for me to wear."
"I don't know if there's enough skin on that boy to cover you!"
"Maybe a lederhosen then!"
They crack open some beers and type away. Fifteen minutes later, "You know I said I'd give them 30 minutes? Well, twenty-one is close enough. Let's get the dogs and have some fun!"
"Yeah, the sooner we bag 'em, the sooner, we can spend the rest of the week relaxing with each other and our new trophies."
"Teach the boys a lot about their place in the world too. Maybe in twenty years, we'll be doing this with our boys and their sons."
"Heh, I think Jeff will be in for a surprise, I plan on teaching my grandson how to shoot well."
"Haha!'
WOOF! barked Blackie as he sniffed Jeff's shorts in Bill's hand.
The hunt had begun.