08-23-2019, 01:11 AM
When I was younger, I had a toy knife that I had always loved to play with. One day, when I was home alone. I decided to "play" an adventure game, fighting bad guys around the house.
I had taken off my shirt (because the hero did in every adventure was shirtless).
I started on the small back porch area and entered the enemy's base (aka, the house). I used the knife to stab the two guards who were guarding the door I slit one's throat and stabbed the other in the gut. I then entered the kitchen of the home. After killing the five soldiers in there, (using the knife on three, snapping the neck of one and drowning the last one in the sink), I had to decide.
The basement door was there, or I could go into the dining room. I had already previously decided that the girl I was trying to save (yes, there always had to be a damsel in distress) was upstairs in my bedroom, tied to my bed.
But I decided that would have made it end too quickly and I was having a lot of fun. This was all too exciting for me. I figured it would be an even better adventure if there were some prisoners in the basement as well.
So, I set out to save them first. I snuck into the basement and killed a couple monsters (Of course there are always monsters in a basement).
That's when my mind began to turn things. What if not all the good guys survived? I decided that I would play a few of the prisoners who were being freed.
The first one ran out in a panic, trying to get to the door, when a lizard monster bit him around the waist. Playing this character, I ran towards the stairs, and sucked in my gut, pretending to be bitten on the belly. I fell backwards onto the cold, damp cement floor and jerked my body as the monster began eating me.
After a few moments of playing dead (which, for some reason, I really enjoyed), I then played another prisoner who jumped on the back of the monster, but the monster flipped him onto the stairs and bit him in neck. I grabbed my throat area and began acting as if I was spitting up blood. I died there, arms spralled out on the stairs.
Finally, I again played the hero character and killed the monster. But, since I had so much fun dying, I decided to wave the other prisoners past me on the stairs. I then played a couple of the doomed prisoners.
Playing as the first prisoner to the top, I opened the door and was immediately stabbed in the belly by a bayonette. I fell forward on the kitchen floor, squirming for a few minutes before being shot multiple times and dying.
After playing dead for a short while. (It was a hot day and the floor felt cool on my bare skin. Plus the beating of my heart from acting like I was dying was kinda rythmically soothing and exciting.)
I was then the second prisoner and was machine-gunned while standing on the landing of the stairs. I fell against the wall and shook as my body was riddled with bullets. I finally fell on the steps and can remember the feeling of the rough, gritty stair covering against my bare chest.
It was also at this point that I realized I was hard. (I may have been earlier, but didn't notice. Afterall, I was at the age when it was hard most of the time anyway.)
I then played the hero and threw the knife, killing the guard by hitting him in the chest. After throwing the knife to the top of the steps and into the kitchen I ran into the kitchen and yanked the knife out of his chest.
Of course I then decided to play the guard for that one and reenacted the scene from his point of view. I stood at the top of the stairs and hit myself in the center of the chest with the knife. The rubber tip bent a little to one side creating the effect as if it entered into my chest. I gripped the handle and fell to my knees, then backwards onto the floor. This time, I was instantly dead. (no writhing in pain).
I again played the hero and grabbed the machine gun from the dead guard. I used his machine gun to clean out the guards from the next room. I then rounded the corner of the living room.
There was a guard with a machine gun, who pumped my bare chest full of lead. I twisted and jerked as the bullets tore through my bare chest. I fell back against the chair and was hit by another barrage of bullets, shredding my young body. (boy was this exhiliarating for me.)
But, I didn't want it to end there, so I pretended that didn't happen. The stairway was blocked by the guard with a machine gun, Luckily, there was a second way onto the stairs via the laundry room. so I had to sneak around through the laundry room to get behind the stairway guard and kill him. I snuck up behind him, pretended to grab him from behind by the back of the throat and said, “This is for killing my friend.” I pretended to plunge the blade several times into his chest.
Naturally, excited by this, I had to play the guard. I stood against the banister acting as if I had just shot “the friend” (aka, the me who died when coming around the corner earlier.) After waiting a short while I jerked my head back as if someone had grabbed me from behind.
I let out a gasped, “No!” and used one hand to ram the blade of the knife all over my chest. (I found it particularly exciting when it hit my nipples.) I then laid dead over the banister. This was so exciting, that I was taking an actual rest while playing dead. My heart was beating so fast.
After that brief bread, I then made my way up the stairs, blasting away at all enemies. There were so many, that I got up close and began stabbing them. I was knocked down a couple of times, but managed to use my mad ninja skills (we all had those when we were younger) to overpower the guards. All of the action negated the effects of my previous break. I was back at peak excitement.
My heart was racing from all the fighting. I had to catch my breath. I pretended the door to my room was locked. I took a short pause, resting against the door.
I had to find another way in. Luckily, there was a way through the closet in the other room. It was quiet in there, no guards, so I easily slipped into closet and through the opening into the other closet.
I was standing against the wall of the closet.I opened the closet door into my room and sprung on the leader of the bad guys. I killed him and freed the girl.
While this was fun, it really wasn't that satisfying. Sure, it was fun to fight and win, but not quite as fun as pretending to die, so I decided to amend the ending.
I ran into the room and was immediately gunned down by the villain. I thrust my chest upward with each shot until I fell forward, dead. (this was similar to previous deaths, but it was a quick solution and did get me going.
This, in turn, sparked my imagination into full bloom. I played out other scenarios.
I ran into the room and was punched in the face, which spun me around. My enemy then rammed a sword through my back and out of my chest. When I ran in, I spun after being punched. I jerked my shoulders back and thrust my chest forward. Instinctively, my arms went out to my sides with the palms open. The knife dropped from my hand as I made gasping sounds. The villain pushed me off his sword and I fell against the wall, to cool, textured wallpaper rubbed against my bare chest and face as I slid down to the ground.
Again, I laid there, regaining my composure. Playing the hero and being killed before you could complete your mission was extremely exciting for me.
I thought of another way. I came into the room from the closet, only this time, the villain was hiding by the door. I didn't even see it coming. I walked in and rammed the knife straight into my gut as if he caught me unaware.
My jaw gaped wide and I made an “Aagghh!” sound and fell down into a fetal position, gasping for a few minutes on the carpet before dying.
I had to lay there for a while because me heart was beating so intensely. That's when I remembered the bed and the tied up damsel. What if she really wasn't there? What if, instead, it was me?
I then replayed the entrance. Instead of being killed when I entered, I was knocked unconscious and carried over to the bed, where I was tied up. (This was okay, but I wasn't satisfied. Instead, I would enter and be knocked out my gas, that way, I could choke a little and gasp, which was much more exciting.)
So, I replayed the entry. I walked in the room and over to the bed. I was surprised that the damsel was not there. That's when I realized it was all a trap. Suddenly the room filled with gas. I dropped the knife and grabbed my throat. I began acting as if I was gasping for air, then collapsed on the bed.
When I woke up, I was tied to the bed and the villain was lurking over me with my own knife. On the first go, I was able to break the cords, but just as I did so, he rammed the blade into my upper gut.
To play out the scenario, I was spread eagle on the bed with a feet and hands pointed to the four corners, I acted as if I had broke the cords and reached up, but with one hand (acting as the villain's hand), I rammed the knife into my upper gut. The tip actually left a red mark afterwards (Yes, I was becoming quite liberal with how hard I “stabbed” myself with the toy.) I let out a “Huagh!” and died holding the blade in my belly.
On the second go around, I decided there should be more of a struggle, so when I broke free, I was able to grab the wrist of the villain, who was slowly able to overpower me and planted the knife into my mid-belly, just above the navel. (I hadn't found that “sweet spot just yet.)
My heart was racing and pounding in my chest. This was too exciting for me. I couldn't stop now.
I then decided I would be killed without breaking free. For this one I had to use one free hand (my right) to act as the villain again. I woke up and the villain asked my to join him. I told him, “Fuck You!” and he rammed the blade into my belly, hitting to the side of the navel. I kicked my straight legs and let out a “Aarrgh!” and died.
On the next go-around, I decided to beg for my life. I pleaded and begged, saying, “No, please, no...” before I would stab myself repeatedly in the belly. My hips and legs jumped with each stab and I twisted and writhed with each stab.
I couldn't believe how arousing the sensation was, so I decided to take it to the extreme and removed my shorts. I was now lying naked on the bed in full arousal. I held the toy knife over my belly and began squirming as if trying to escape. I pleaded and begged, then began stabbing myself in the belly mercilessly.
I played out the agony and dying to its fullest. My heart continued pounding and racing. My legs squirmed and my gut muscles flexed with each assault. I stopped for about 3 seconds then commenced stabbing myself again. This was far more exciting than I had ever experienced in my young life.
I then used both hands on the toy knife and rammed it full-force into my navel. The tip had little room to bend, so the belly-button took the full-blow of the stab.
The sensation was electrifying. My abs flexed to their fullest. My chest raised off the bed. My hips lurched upward. My legs tightened and my toes curled. My eyes widened for the shock, while squinting at the sides. My brow raised and I let out a loud. “UUGGHHH!!!”
I shot my load straight up my belly. My abs jerked as my cock pulsated and shot out load after load. I wasn't sure if it would ever end. (I really didn't want it to anyway.)
My chest heaved and my face turned red. I fell back down, limp body, except for that one part, which continued throbbing and spewing out lesser amounts until it, too, finally calmed.
I laid on my bed for a several moments, mesmerized by the whole ordeal. It was the first time that had ever happened and it was amazing.
After some time, I pulled back on my shorts and headed down to the bathroom for a bath. I examined the red marks on my belly. Nothing to be worried about. And those most definitely were not going to be the last ones on my gut.
It had indeed been a great adventure which led to the most satisfying of endings. The hero had died and I was spent. It was the beginning of a great new relationship.
I had taken off my shirt (because the hero did in every adventure was shirtless).
I started on the small back porch area and entered the enemy's base (aka, the house). I used the knife to stab the two guards who were guarding the door I slit one's throat and stabbed the other in the gut. I then entered the kitchen of the home. After killing the five soldiers in there, (using the knife on three, snapping the neck of one and drowning the last one in the sink), I had to decide.
The basement door was there, or I could go into the dining room. I had already previously decided that the girl I was trying to save (yes, there always had to be a damsel in distress) was upstairs in my bedroom, tied to my bed.
But I decided that would have made it end too quickly and I was having a lot of fun. This was all too exciting for me. I figured it would be an even better adventure if there were some prisoners in the basement as well.
So, I set out to save them first. I snuck into the basement and killed a couple monsters (Of course there are always monsters in a basement).
That's when my mind began to turn things. What if not all the good guys survived? I decided that I would play a few of the prisoners who were being freed.
The first one ran out in a panic, trying to get to the door, when a lizard monster bit him around the waist. Playing this character, I ran towards the stairs, and sucked in my gut, pretending to be bitten on the belly. I fell backwards onto the cold, damp cement floor and jerked my body as the monster began eating me.
After a few moments of playing dead (which, for some reason, I really enjoyed), I then played another prisoner who jumped on the back of the monster, but the monster flipped him onto the stairs and bit him in neck. I grabbed my throat area and began acting as if I was spitting up blood. I died there, arms spralled out on the stairs.
Finally, I again played the hero character and killed the monster. But, since I had so much fun dying, I decided to wave the other prisoners past me on the stairs. I then played a couple of the doomed prisoners.
Playing as the first prisoner to the top, I opened the door and was immediately stabbed in the belly by a bayonette. I fell forward on the kitchen floor, squirming for a few minutes before being shot multiple times and dying.
After playing dead for a short while. (It was a hot day and the floor felt cool on my bare skin. Plus the beating of my heart from acting like I was dying was kinda rythmically soothing and exciting.)
I was then the second prisoner and was machine-gunned while standing on the landing of the stairs. I fell against the wall and shook as my body was riddled with bullets. I finally fell on the steps and can remember the feeling of the rough, gritty stair covering against my bare chest.
It was also at this point that I realized I was hard. (I may have been earlier, but didn't notice. Afterall, I was at the age when it was hard most of the time anyway.)
I then played the hero and threw the knife, killing the guard by hitting him in the chest. After throwing the knife to the top of the steps and into the kitchen I ran into the kitchen and yanked the knife out of his chest.
Of course I then decided to play the guard for that one and reenacted the scene from his point of view. I stood at the top of the stairs and hit myself in the center of the chest with the knife. The rubber tip bent a little to one side creating the effect as if it entered into my chest. I gripped the handle and fell to my knees, then backwards onto the floor. This time, I was instantly dead. (no writhing in pain).
I again played the hero and grabbed the machine gun from the dead guard. I used his machine gun to clean out the guards from the next room. I then rounded the corner of the living room.
There was a guard with a machine gun, who pumped my bare chest full of lead. I twisted and jerked as the bullets tore through my bare chest. I fell back against the chair and was hit by another barrage of bullets, shredding my young body. (boy was this exhiliarating for me.)
But, I didn't want it to end there, so I pretended that didn't happen. The stairway was blocked by the guard with a machine gun, Luckily, there was a second way onto the stairs via the laundry room. so I had to sneak around through the laundry room to get behind the stairway guard and kill him. I snuck up behind him, pretended to grab him from behind by the back of the throat and said, “This is for killing my friend.” I pretended to plunge the blade several times into his chest.
Naturally, excited by this, I had to play the guard. I stood against the banister acting as if I had just shot “the friend” (aka, the me who died when coming around the corner earlier.) After waiting a short while I jerked my head back as if someone had grabbed me from behind.
I let out a gasped, “No!” and used one hand to ram the blade of the knife all over my chest. (I found it particularly exciting when it hit my nipples.) I then laid dead over the banister. This was so exciting, that I was taking an actual rest while playing dead. My heart was beating so fast.
After that brief bread, I then made my way up the stairs, blasting away at all enemies. There were so many, that I got up close and began stabbing them. I was knocked down a couple of times, but managed to use my mad ninja skills (we all had those when we were younger) to overpower the guards. All of the action negated the effects of my previous break. I was back at peak excitement.
My heart was racing from all the fighting. I had to catch my breath. I pretended the door to my room was locked. I took a short pause, resting against the door.
I had to find another way in. Luckily, there was a way through the closet in the other room. It was quiet in there, no guards, so I easily slipped into closet and through the opening into the other closet.
I was standing against the wall of the closet.I opened the closet door into my room and sprung on the leader of the bad guys. I killed him and freed the girl.
While this was fun, it really wasn't that satisfying. Sure, it was fun to fight and win, but not quite as fun as pretending to die, so I decided to amend the ending.
I ran into the room and was immediately gunned down by the villain. I thrust my chest upward with each shot until I fell forward, dead. (this was similar to previous deaths, but it was a quick solution and did get me going.
This, in turn, sparked my imagination into full bloom. I played out other scenarios.
I ran into the room and was punched in the face, which spun me around. My enemy then rammed a sword through my back and out of my chest. When I ran in, I spun after being punched. I jerked my shoulders back and thrust my chest forward. Instinctively, my arms went out to my sides with the palms open. The knife dropped from my hand as I made gasping sounds. The villain pushed me off his sword and I fell against the wall, to cool, textured wallpaper rubbed against my bare chest and face as I slid down to the ground.
Again, I laid there, regaining my composure. Playing the hero and being killed before you could complete your mission was extremely exciting for me.
I thought of another way. I came into the room from the closet, only this time, the villain was hiding by the door. I didn't even see it coming. I walked in and rammed the knife straight into my gut as if he caught me unaware.
My jaw gaped wide and I made an “Aagghh!” sound and fell down into a fetal position, gasping for a few minutes on the carpet before dying.
I had to lay there for a while because me heart was beating so intensely. That's when I remembered the bed and the tied up damsel. What if she really wasn't there? What if, instead, it was me?
I then replayed the entrance. Instead of being killed when I entered, I was knocked unconscious and carried over to the bed, where I was tied up. (This was okay, but I wasn't satisfied. Instead, I would enter and be knocked out my gas, that way, I could choke a little and gasp, which was much more exciting.)
So, I replayed the entry. I walked in the room and over to the bed. I was surprised that the damsel was not there. That's when I realized it was all a trap. Suddenly the room filled with gas. I dropped the knife and grabbed my throat. I began acting as if I was gasping for air, then collapsed on the bed.
When I woke up, I was tied to the bed and the villain was lurking over me with my own knife. On the first go, I was able to break the cords, but just as I did so, he rammed the blade into my upper gut.
To play out the scenario, I was spread eagle on the bed with a feet and hands pointed to the four corners, I acted as if I had broke the cords and reached up, but with one hand (acting as the villain's hand), I rammed the knife into my upper gut. The tip actually left a red mark afterwards (Yes, I was becoming quite liberal with how hard I “stabbed” myself with the toy.) I let out a “Huagh!” and died holding the blade in my belly.
On the second go around, I decided there should be more of a struggle, so when I broke free, I was able to grab the wrist of the villain, who was slowly able to overpower me and planted the knife into my mid-belly, just above the navel. (I hadn't found that “sweet spot just yet.)
My heart was racing and pounding in my chest. This was too exciting for me. I couldn't stop now.
I then decided I would be killed without breaking free. For this one I had to use one free hand (my right) to act as the villain again. I woke up and the villain asked my to join him. I told him, “Fuck You!” and he rammed the blade into my belly, hitting to the side of the navel. I kicked my straight legs and let out a “Aarrgh!” and died.
On the next go-around, I decided to beg for my life. I pleaded and begged, saying, “No, please, no...” before I would stab myself repeatedly in the belly. My hips and legs jumped with each stab and I twisted and writhed with each stab.
I couldn't believe how arousing the sensation was, so I decided to take it to the extreme and removed my shorts. I was now lying naked on the bed in full arousal. I held the toy knife over my belly and began squirming as if trying to escape. I pleaded and begged, then began stabbing myself in the belly mercilessly.
I played out the agony and dying to its fullest. My heart continued pounding and racing. My legs squirmed and my gut muscles flexed with each assault. I stopped for about 3 seconds then commenced stabbing myself again. This was far more exciting than I had ever experienced in my young life.
I then used both hands on the toy knife and rammed it full-force into my navel. The tip had little room to bend, so the belly-button took the full-blow of the stab.
The sensation was electrifying. My abs flexed to their fullest. My chest raised off the bed. My hips lurched upward. My legs tightened and my toes curled. My eyes widened for the shock, while squinting at the sides. My brow raised and I let out a loud. “UUGGHHH!!!”
I shot my load straight up my belly. My abs jerked as my cock pulsated and shot out load after load. I wasn't sure if it would ever end. (I really didn't want it to anyway.)
My chest heaved and my face turned red. I fell back down, limp body, except for that one part, which continued throbbing and spewing out lesser amounts until it, too, finally calmed.
I laid on my bed for a several moments, mesmerized by the whole ordeal. It was the first time that had ever happened and it was amazing.
After some time, I pulled back on my shorts and headed down to the bathroom for a bath. I examined the red marks on my belly. Nothing to be worried about. And those most definitely were not going to be the last ones on my gut.
It had indeed been a great adventure which led to the most satisfying of endings. The hero had died and I was spent. It was the beginning of a great new relationship.
And As Always,
Happy Battlings and a Glorious Death to You All!!!!
B&D
Happy Battlings and a Glorious Death to You All!!!!
B&D