"Well, lad," said the Emir, "What's your name?" Ramzy El-Najjar, Master," came the shaky reply."Oh, yes. First hunt isn't it? Your father cannot hunt ...ecause of a wound sustained saving my father's life?" Yes, Master." Well you have my permission to take the trophy tag. I am pleased that you have been taught the finer points of hunting so thoroughly."Ramzy El-Najjar had no idea what the Emir meant until the older man started to lecture the assembled group."This young man is a credit to his. Animal rights activists. Environmentalists. They’re all the same to me. Though they all claim to be different from one another, they use the same tools to get what they want. Manipulation. Deception. Blackmail. Extortion. Intimidation. False accusations. Brute force. Treachery. And the list goes on. Here I am, twenty three years old. Over six feet tall, handsome and healthy. College-educated. Smart. Seemingly friendly. Yet all I see is darkness. I can’t stand this world. I’ve gone out to try to. By this time my trousers were at my ankles and I did not need much persuading to remove them and lie on the bracken with my legs around my chest waiting for the guy with my spunk on his lips to give me my first proper cock. When he slipped the condom on I almost burst with anticipation, he pressed his cock against my rim and I groaned like I only had when I was at orgasm with my hard dildo inside me. He pushed his cock deep inside and fucked me slowly, the other guy was obviously pretty excited. "I pick up the sandwich I had paid hard earned money for and toss it in the trash. Why eat? I'm not going to live long anyway. I already have a plan. I'm kind of sorry to not be able to stick around and see the results. Hell, it is going to be spectacular. I wonder how many days the story will make it on the front page before someone else does something even more spectacular.I guess you could say that I'm being used. But I don't know if that's true either. See, the way I see it, I'm using them..