09-13-2019, 06:37 AM
Be sure to read part one of the games we played first, so you will understand this game.
As I mentioned before, besides team fights, we also did one-on-one fights and free-for-all fights while playing knives. Some of the more memorable one-on-one fights are:
Randy
I will start with a couple battles between myself and Randy. Randy, mind you, was about three years older than me. He had a broad chest and a firm gut (not a six-pack though). He liked fighting against me (and Greg, but then again, everybody like fighting Greg. Greg was handsome, well-defined and quite the best actor of us all, but we'll get to him another time.).
We, of course, were both shirtless in all our fights. He was the only one who played regularly who could match my reach, so I didn't have the advantage here. His only advantage was his size (being older), which gave him an intimidation factor. He preferred fighting in a confined area.
(1) On the first fight we did together, He ran right at me, which was very intimidating. I stepped back out of fear and was unable to respond before he stabbed me right through the gut. I let out a loud “uagghh!”, and leaned over his hand, before sliding to the ground.
(2) On another day, he came at me, but I was able to side-step his stab and planted one straight into his chest. I think we were both shocked that I won that one, as the look on his face was priceless. He did grab his chest and played out his death. He then had me stand on his chest to celebrate, which I was glad to do.
(3) On the next fight, he decided to get his revenge, I tried to make my move to stab him and he grabbed my arm and pulled me straight into his other hand, stabbing me right in the gut. He then raised me up off the ground and in the air (with the knife still in me), and said, “Feel that blade in your gut. You will never kill me again.” I was bent over his arm with one hand holding the knife arm and the other one on his shoulder. He lowered me down to him and held my chest on his shoulder, as he stabbed me a couple more times. He then slowly lowered me down, sliding me across his bare chest and stomach until I was on the ground.
(4) On another fight, he stabbed me in much the same way as on previous fights, right in the gut, except this time, before I slid down, he grabbed me by the shoulder and began gut-fucking me with the knife. He seemed to enjoy it when I made multiple “Uaagghh, Uaaggh, uaghh!.
Greg
Okay, now its time to talk about battles against Greg. As I said before, Greg was a well-formed boy the same age as me, though I was a little bit bigger. He had a swimmers build with clearly defined features, including an eight-pack and adonis belt. He ran around a lot without a shirt on, so he had a nice tan.
As I was slightly bigger and had a longer reach, I had the advantage over him, but he was much more hyper and nimble than I.
He very frequently came at me with all he had, only to end up running straight into my blade. As I said before, this kid could act out the stab beautifully.
On a couple of fights, he did get the better of me. He liked to slide low in the grass and get you from underneath. He would also leap at you in the air and if you weren't ready for it, you ended up with his blade in your chest. Unfortunately for him, I usually got him in the air with him landing on my blade.
(1) On one occasion, he faked like he was going to leap and I hunched down slightly and raised my hand for him to land on my blade, however, he ended up sliding low and slid right into me and planted his blade into my gut. He let out a “Yes, I got you!!!!” I acted out the stab and fell dead on top of him. He rolled me off of him and laid in the grass next to me. (Looking back, I think he may have orgasmed on that one.) After a few moments, he rolled over, patted me on the chest and said, “Lets do that one again.” I obliged and we re-enacted the same scenario a second time.
(2) On another occasion, we were grasping each other's wrists, locked in the struggle. (This started being common in our one-on-one fights, as this was how he could actually keep a good advantage for himself.) We made a few circles as we were pretty much equal in strength. I tripped him and he fell onto his back. When I went to stab him, he swept my leg out from under me and I fell down beside him. He planted his blade into my upper abs just as soon as I hit the ground.
(3) In a similar scenario, we were again locked in the same struggle, me holding his right wrist and he holding my right wrist. The struggle continued as we tried to trip the other (our usual tactic). Instead, this time, he rammed his bare chest into mine. I fell backwards and he fell right on top of me. He sat up, straddling me and I used both hands to stab him in the gut, but at the same time, he used both of his hands to stab me in the chest. We both acted out our deaths, he kinda shook as he acted out his death while straddling my hips (it was a great frottage) before he fell dead on top of me. We laid that way for a few minutes. It was awesome.
Drew
Drew was a prick. There's no other way to descibe him. He was a friend of Jake (who I mentioned in the group battles), but everyone else seemed to not really like him. He was the same age as me, but he was an athlete. Fit, strong and slightly taller (and more muscular) than me.
Apparently, he had played one-on-one knives with Jake before and wanted the opportunity to take on me. (Most of the guys agreed that I was the best at playing the game.)
So, I decided, what the hell, why not. I was so looking forward to beating him, as was everybody else in the group. Jake had warned me that he was fairly good, but also told me that I was better. This was going to be the fight of pride more than fun sparring.
So, we started out circling each other a few times, I noticed how he spread his legs as he circled. I figured, I would go low, slide under his legs (pulling one of Greg's maneuvers) and nail him in the lower belly.
I ran towards him, expecting him to wait for me, but he didn't. He ran forward and before I could react, we were chest-to-chest. He held my right arm in his grasp and planted his knife into my gut. Everybody watching (including myself) let out a gasp. I must admit, the hit was hard, which had even more of an affect on me reaction.
He looked down at me as I acted out the stab and said, “I guess, you're not as good as everyone said.” He then placed his other hand on my back, holding me against his chest. “That's right, feel my blade. Know that I killed you.” With that, he pretended to yank the blade out and shoved me to the ground. I laid dead for a few moments, as this one was really arousing for me.
His cocky attitude in winning was great. Oh, how I longed for the battle when I would best him. Unfortunately, though, that was the only time he played knives with us.
Well, that's it for now. Next Time, I will write about some of our free-for-all fights.
As I mentioned before, besides team fights, we also did one-on-one fights and free-for-all fights while playing knives. Some of the more memorable one-on-one fights are:
Randy
I will start with a couple battles between myself and Randy. Randy, mind you, was about three years older than me. He had a broad chest and a firm gut (not a six-pack though). He liked fighting against me (and Greg, but then again, everybody like fighting Greg. Greg was handsome, well-defined and quite the best actor of us all, but we'll get to him another time.).
We, of course, were both shirtless in all our fights. He was the only one who played regularly who could match my reach, so I didn't have the advantage here. His only advantage was his size (being older), which gave him an intimidation factor. He preferred fighting in a confined area.
(1) On the first fight we did together, He ran right at me, which was very intimidating. I stepped back out of fear and was unable to respond before he stabbed me right through the gut. I let out a loud “uagghh!”, and leaned over his hand, before sliding to the ground.
(2) On another day, he came at me, but I was able to side-step his stab and planted one straight into his chest. I think we were both shocked that I won that one, as the look on his face was priceless. He did grab his chest and played out his death. He then had me stand on his chest to celebrate, which I was glad to do.
(3) On the next fight, he decided to get his revenge, I tried to make my move to stab him and he grabbed my arm and pulled me straight into his other hand, stabbing me right in the gut. He then raised me up off the ground and in the air (with the knife still in me), and said, “Feel that blade in your gut. You will never kill me again.” I was bent over his arm with one hand holding the knife arm and the other one on his shoulder. He lowered me down to him and held my chest on his shoulder, as he stabbed me a couple more times. He then slowly lowered me down, sliding me across his bare chest and stomach until I was on the ground.
(4) On another fight, he stabbed me in much the same way as on previous fights, right in the gut, except this time, before I slid down, he grabbed me by the shoulder and began gut-fucking me with the knife. He seemed to enjoy it when I made multiple “Uaagghh, Uaaggh, uaghh!.
Greg
Okay, now its time to talk about battles against Greg. As I said before, Greg was a well-formed boy the same age as me, though I was a little bit bigger. He had a swimmers build with clearly defined features, including an eight-pack and adonis belt. He ran around a lot without a shirt on, so he had a nice tan.
As I was slightly bigger and had a longer reach, I had the advantage over him, but he was much more hyper and nimble than I.
He very frequently came at me with all he had, only to end up running straight into my blade. As I said before, this kid could act out the stab beautifully.
On a couple of fights, he did get the better of me. He liked to slide low in the grass and get you from underneath. He would also leap at you in the air and if you weren't ready for it, you ended up with his blade in your chest. Unfortunately for him, I usually got him in the air with him landing on my blade.
(1) On one occasion, he faked like he was going to leap and I hunched down slightly and raised my hand for him to land on my blade, however, he ended up sliding low and slid right into me and planted his blade into my gut. He let out a “Yes, I got you!!!!” I acted out the stab and fell dead on top of him. He rolled me off of him and laid in the grass next to me. (Looking back, I think he may have orgasmed on that one.) After a few moments, he rolled over, patted me on the chest and said, “Lets do that one again.” I obliged and we re-enacted the same scenario a second time.
(2) On another occasion, we were grasping each other's wrists, locked in the struggle. (This started being common in our one-on-one fights, as this was how he could actually keep a good advantage for himself.) We made a few circles as we were pretty much equal in strength. I tripped him and he fell onto his back. When I went to stab him, he swept my leg out from under me and I fell down beside him. He planted his blade into my upper abs just as soon as I hit the ground.
(3) In a similar scenario, we were again locked in the same struggle, me holding his right wrist and he holding my right wrist. The struggle continued as we tried to trip the other (our usual tactic). Instead, this time, he rammed his bare chest into mine. I fell backwards and he fell right on top of me. He sat up, straddling me and I used both hands to stab him in the gut, but at the same time, he used both of his hands to stab me in the chest. We both acted out our deaths, he kinda shook as he acted out his death while straddling my hips (it was a great frottage) before he fell dead on top of me. We laid that way for a few minutes. It was awesome.
Drew
Drew was a prick. There's no other way to descibe him. He was a friend of Jake (who I mentioned in the group battles), but everyone else seemed to not really like him. He was the same age as me, but he was an athlete. Fit, strong and slightly taller (and more muscular) than me.
Apparently, he had played one-on-one knives with Jake before and wanted the opportunity to take on me. (Most of the guys agreed that I was the best at playing the game.)
So, I decided, what the hell, why not. I was so looking forward to beating him, as was everybody else in the group. Jake had warned me that he was fairly good, but also told me that I was better. This was going to be the fight of pride more than fun sparring.
So, we started out circling each other a few times, I noticed how he spread his legs as he circled. I figured, I would go low, slide under his legs (pulling one of Greg's maneuvers) and nail him in the lower belly.
I ran towards him, expecting him to wait for me, but he didn't. He ran forward and before I could react, we were chest-to-chest. He held my right arm in his grasp and planted his knife into my gut. Everybody watching (including myself) let out a gasp. I must admit, the hit was hard, which had even more of an affect on me reaction.
He looked down at me as I acted out the stab and said, “I guess, you're not as good as everyone said.” He then placed his other hand on my back, holding me against his chest. “That's right, feel my blade. Know that I killed you.” With that, he pretended to yank the blade out and shoved me to the ground. I laid dead for a few moments, as this one was really arousing for me.
His cocky attitude in winning was great. Oh, how I longed for the battle when I would best him. Unfortunately, though, that was the only time he played knives with us.
Well, that's it for now. Next Time, I will write about some of our free-for-all fights.
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