Forest Encounter

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Overhead view of after the battle, all naked and dead

   

What do you do with me afterwards?

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Do you stay and finish the job or leave him with a stiff dick in his last moments?

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I'm walking back to the barracks naked. Just took my shower and feeling pretty cocky. It's kind of an unspoken rule when a man goes naked here he's looking for a fight, and without a weapon its a little risky but I could give a fuck less. Death is why most men come here in the first place and I'm no different. That's when I see you with five other men and immediately know what's about to happen. Well I hoped at least. "You're clearly looking for it man! I figured I would find someone out here but it's a surprise to find my blood bro!" The other men surround me as you walk closer. My cock is raging hard as I stare at your blade. There's fear but desire outweighs it by miles. I allow both the fear and desire to swell in my bare chest, sweating and heaving in and out as I realize this is truly it. I'm able to thrust my stomach outward at the exact moment you stab me under the belly button right above my pubes! "Hefffnkkk" I grunt as a dull pain flashes across my abs. The icy sting of your blade begins to burn as you push deep ripping into my guts "Oaaff fuck man" I let out as you grin at me and say "Now this is a real test of manhood." You slide out of me and shove me violently backwards. I stumble backwards right onto another knife. "Accckkkk!" I grunt my back arches sharply as he twists the knife. Agony blossoms brightly and a wave of nausea passes over me. I'm almost sure one of my kidneys has been skewered. "Goddamn boys you got me" the words tumble out of my mouth. I look down and see my dick is drooling but I have to hold back. I focus on the pain to try to ignore the burning seed boiling in my balls. As he rips out I exhale fighting the urge to puke and he pushes me forward hard. I'm careful to keep my hands behind my back as a black haired beauty sinks his bowie into the line dividing my abs! "Unnnggggfff" he smiles cruelly and says "stand firm now." Putting a hand on the small of my back, his hand pushes ever forward inch by inch "eeffffnnkk-HUUUUHHGGG!" Till only the handle is showing. It's wedged firmly in my guts. It hurts bad. Everything does at this point even breathing sets more fire to my body. I feel myself sweat profusely as it's getting so fucking hot. I lift my hand to wipe my forehead conscious only of the increasing suffering. "How is it?" you ask me your tone genuinely curious. "Bad man. It's literal torture I henfffkk! -I'm sure my guts have been shredded… I start to taste blood and suddenly feel myself lean forward and vomit a rush of blood. "AAARGGHH" I let out as the knife cuts more of me as I bend over. I see my dick again still hard, so fuckin hard it hurt, and I'm overcome by the intense urge to cum. Waves of pleasure wash up from my manhood and- "HUNNNFFFF" more pain flares up as I feel someone stab me from behind- you. "Not yet. You're not gonna cum yet." Your other hand is choking me and I try to again to not notice the lustful flame surging in my hot cock and turn my attention to the fire of torture burning in my belly! The edges my vision begin to darken and my movements are so sluggish. You pull the knife out and I hear it thud on the ground. You fumble behind me and I realize you're fishing your dick out. The dude who pushed the bowie all the way through me stands before me again pulling it upward slicing my guts and opening me up at the same time. I scream and struggle. If it weren't for you behind me I'd be on the ground. The pain now reaches every part of me as this blade is pulled out. I see the skin part a bit and my intestines bulge outward. Despite the agony I watch in fascination. I feel a strong pressure in my ass as you thrust inside me. I can't hold back anymore and grunt like an animal as load after load spills from my dick arching as far up as my chest. As I cum it's as if my heat is leaving me. I feel my blood draining, you pumping into me from behind and the other killers standing in front of me either jerking or cheering for my death. Everything swam in and out for a bit the constant pain my only companion as my vision seems to fail me. Am I closing my eyes? I feel a thud somewhere and realize they've skewered my heart. I drift into the darkness knowing I died a proud warriors death. My only regret being I could only do it once.

Captured rebels Marcus and Lucas arrived just in time for archery practice. Too bad for them, they would be in the next batch of targets. Soon they would be fastened to a tree or timber and play their part in improving the skills of the king's bowmen.

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I have died the way I wanted to. What's next for my body?

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I have always speculated about how the scene depicted in Pollaiuolo's "Battle of Ten Nudes" might play out. I would love it someone with artistic talent might produce a series of sketches showing the aftermath of each round of the battle, first showing five victors and five naked corpses on the ground, then the survivors continuing to take each other on until there is only one survivor surrounded by a pile of nine corpses. Then maybe an arrow flies in from the side and adds him to the pile.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_...67.127.jpg

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I was tied to the bed, naked and horny. Bryce had told me he would be back soon. My heart raced with anticipation, and my cock was ready and waiting.  Would he stick it in his ass and ride me again? What was going to happen?

He appeared after five minutes, carrying a long knife and an ice axe.  He was quiet, walking to our bed and placing the items on the nightstand.  I was so hard now, and he smiled.

"Patience, Mikey," he said.  "It'll be over soon."

He straddled my hard stomach, rubbing my cock with ass and dragging his manhood over my belly.  He leaned over, his smoothe, chiseled face touching mine.

I wanted to touch him desperately, but I couldn't move.  He ran his hands over my pecks, gently teasing my pierced nipples.  My cock strained hard as he grinded on me.

"You better do it before I cum in your ass," I told him.

He smiled and picked up the knife.  He teased my stomach with it, tracing it to my shallow innie belly button.  He leaned over the blade, touching its tip to my belly and sinking the handle into his deep, hairless innie.

The pain was incredible as the sharp tip slowly pushed its way inside my stomach.  My belly felt like it was on fire.  The pain made me scream.  Suddenly, Bryce collapsed on me as the knife went all the way into me and into the bed.

I bucked and that added another agonizing wave of pain.

"Oh fuck!" I gasped.

"How does it feel?" he asked.

"Like heaven," I managed.  "It's so painful, but I'm gonna cum..."

And then I did.  My cock squirted up his stomach and dropped onto mine.

"Do it," I said.

I had seen a film called Death on Demand, and one of the female characters was gutted with an ice axe.  I had envied her, and in that moment, knew that was going to be how I died.

Bryce stood up and grabbed the axe.  He raised it above his head and swung it into my upper stomach.  The impact knocked the wind out of me, and blood spewed from my mouth, just like the lady in the movie.

He pushed the blade and handle deep into my body and yanked hard.  My body lifted as the axe exited my body.  I yelled in pain as I watched my entrails tear free of my body.  

"Oh, fuck, oh fuck..." was all I could manage as more of my insides came out.  He dropped the axe and my guts beside me and yanked the knife free.

Then, he stabbed my chest repeatedly, collapsing my lungs and finally, my heart. I was dead the moment he pierced my heart.  

It was a glorious way to die.

Hey guys! I have long fantasized and acted out my death in a gladiatorial fight. First, my willing belly button is impaled on my opponent's blade, going straight through my back.  Then, he rips his blade free and slices my stomach open, and I watch helplessly as my guts slide free and onto the ground. I won't die until my opponent stabs my lungs and finally my heart. 

Anyone else have a fantasy like this or want to RP? Hit me up.

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