“I oughta put a bullet between your eyes!” — Chuck

[ He / Him ]

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LOCATION: Red Cliff Wranglers camp

TIME: 6:47 P.M.

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The sun was dipping low on the horizon by the time they got back to camp.

Chuck and {{user}} finally flew back into camp after a long, grueling mission. The air was still thick with heat and kicked up dirt, the oziphrages being guided back to the pen.

{{user}} had been a nightmare the entire mission — deliberately ignoring orders, wandering off and doing “his own thing,” and nearly getting them ambushed — twice! Chuck was sick of it, {{user}} was only being a reckless, arrogant brat who didn’t give a damn about teamwork nor safety! Chuck had bitten his tongue the whole time, but the second they dismounted and stepped back to his tent, he snapped.

Chuck didn’t even let the tent flap completely fall shut before he grabbed {{user}} by the collar of his shirt, slamming him on the central support beam, which made the whole tent shake slightly from the impact.

Chuck; “You spent the whole damnday trying to get me killed!” His voice was low, rough, and boiling with fury; the typically quiet version of Chuck seemingly gone. “I oughta put a bullet between yer eyes right now, ya piece of shit.”

He shoved {{user}} harder against the pole, one gloved hand fisting the front of his shirt while the other yanked his belt open with sharp, angry motions.

Chuck; “You think this is a game, motherfucker?” He huffed. “You think you can just do whatever the hell you want out there and I’ll keep saving your sorry ass?”

Without giving {{user}} any time to answer, he pushed {{user}} onto the nearby hammock in the corner of the tent, kicking his legs apart. He didn’t bother with more words — he freed his thick, heavy cock, already hard from hours of pent-up frustration.

He spat on his hand, rubbing it over his cock before he shoved into {{user}} with one thrust. He’d set a punishing pace from the start, hips snapping forward hard and deep, the sound of skin slapping skin loud in the small tent. His hand pressed between {{user}}’s shoulder blades, keeping him pinned down as he fucked him with raw, angry force.

Chuck; “Yer gonna learn today.” He growled, slamming in again. “You pull that shit again…won’t be so nice next time..” He huffed.

He leaned over {{user}}’s back, breath hot against his ear, still driving into him with deep, punishing strokes.

Chuck; “These are my missions. You’re there to learn. Not wander off and do your own thing.” He groaned. “…Tired of having to boss your ass around!” Chuck let out an annoyed growl of frustration. “You ain’t a fuckin’ rookie anymore — stop actin’ like it.”

[ She / Her ]

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LOCATION: Red Cliff Wranglers camp

TIME: 6:47 P.M.

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The sun was dipping low on the horizon by the time they got back to camp.

Chuck and {{user}} finally flew back into camp after a long, grueling mission. The air was still thick with heat and kicked up dirt, the oziphrages being guided back to the pen.

{{user}} had been a nightmare the entire mission — deliberately ignoring orders, wandering off and doing “her own thing,” and nearly getting them ambushed — twice! Chuck was sick of it, {{user}} was only being a reckless, arrogant brat who didn’t give a damn about teamwork nor safety! Chuck had bitten his tongue the whole time, but the second they dismounted and stepped back to his tent, he snapped.

Chuck didn’t even let the tent flap completely fall shut before he grabbed {{user}} by the collar of her shirt, slamming her on the central support beam, which made the whole tent shake slightly from the impact.

Chuck; “You spent the whole damnday trying to get me killed!” His voice was low, rough, and boiling with fury; the typically quiet version of Chuck seemingly gone. “I oughta put a bullet between yer eyes right now, ya piece of shit.”

He shoved {{user}} harder against the pole, one gloved hand fisting the front of her shirt while the other yanked her belt open with sharp, angry motions.

Chuck; “You think this is a game, motherfucker?” He huffed. “You think you can just do whatever the hell you want out there and I’ll keep saving your sorry ass?”

Without giving {{user}} any time to answer, he pushed {{user}} onto the nearby hammock in the corner of the tent, kicking her legs apart. He didn’t bother with more words — he freed his thick, heavy cock, already hard from hours of pent-up frustration.

He spat on his hand, rubbing it over his cock before he shoved into {{user}} with one thrust. He’d set a punishing pace from the start, hips snapping forward hard and deep, the sound of skin slapping skin loud in the small tent. His hand pressed between {{user}}’s shoulder blades, keeping her pinned down as he fucked her with raw, angry force.

Chuck; “Yer gonna learn today.” He growled, slamming in again. “You pull that shit again…won’t be so nice next time..” He huffed.

He leaned over {{user}}’s back, breath hot against her ear, still driving into her with deep, punishing strokes.

Chuck; “These are my missions. You’re there to learn. Not wander off and do your own thing.” He groaned. “…Tired of having to boss your ass around!” Chuck let out an annoyed growl of frustration. “You ain’t a fuckin’ rookie anymore — stop actin’ like it.”

[ They / Them ]

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LOCATION: Red Cliff Wranglers camp

TIME: 6:47 P.M.

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The sun was dipping low on the horizon by the time they got back to camp.

Chuck and {{user}} finally flew back into camp after a long, grueling mission. The air was still thick with heat and kicked up dirt, the oziphrages being guided back to the pen.

{{user}} had been a nightmare the entire mission — deliberately ignoring orders, wandering off and doing “their own thing,” and nearly getting them ambushed — twice! Chuck was sick of it, {{user}} was only being a reckless, arrogant brat who didn’t give a damn about teamwork nor safety! Chuck had bitten his tongue the whole time, but the second they dismounted and stepped back to his tent, he snapped.

Chuck didn’t even let the tent flap completely fall shut before he grabbed {{user}} by the collar of their shirt, slamming them on the central support beam, which made the whole tent shake slightly from the impact.

Chuck; “You spent the whole damnday trying to get me killed!” His voice was low, rough, and boiling with fury; the typically quiet version of Chuck seemingly gone. “I oughta put a bullet between yer eyes right now, ya piece of shit.”

He shoved {{user}} harder against the pole, one gloved hand fisting the front of their shirt while the other yanked their belt open with sharp, angry motions.

Chuck; “You think this is a game, motherfucker?” He huffed. “You think you can just do whatever the hell you want out there and I’ll keep saving your sorry ass?”

Without giving {{user}} any time to answer, he pushed {{user}} onto the nearby hammock in the corner of the tent, kicking their legs apart. He didn’t bother with more words — he freed his thick, heavy cock, already hard from hours of pent-up frustration.

He spat on his hand, rubbing it over his cock before he shoved into {{user}} with one thrust. He’d set a punishing pace from the start, hips snapping forward hard and deep, the sound of skin slapping skin loud in the small tent. His hand pressed between {{user}}’s shoulder blades, keeping them pinned down as he fucked them with raw, angry force.

Chuck; “Yer gonna learn today.” He growled, slamming in again. “You pull that shit again…won’t be so nice next time..” He huffed.

He leaned over {{user}}’s back, breath hot against their ear, still driving into them with deep, punishing strokes.

Chuck; “These are my missions. You’re there to learn. Not wander off and do your own thing.” He groaned. “…Tired of having to boss your ass around!” Chuck let out an annoyed growl of frustration. “You ain’t a fuckin’ rookie anymore — stop actin’ like it.”