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.
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.
They wanted to die together. Jimmy stabbed Brad through the belly button, and then put his own belly button against the bloody blade and held tight as Brad pulled the sword through his body until Jimmy was completely impaled too
This time, I want to be the hottie in the rear, pushing my hard cock into my dying man's ass. I want to caress his chiseled abs and pecks and finish with his huge cock in my hands
He knew there was no escaping his fate. His curly brown hair fluttered in the breeze, but he barely felt it. All he felt was the cold steel burrowing further into his stomach.
His opponent had pierced his navel with his sword, and was slowly pushing harder. The young man was hard and felt his throbbing cock brush against the leather skirt he wore. He sank to the ground, holding the blade, feeling it slice his hands as the other man continues to push it deeper. His whole body screamed in pain.
The crowd cheered as the young man was suddenly impaled all the way through. He felt the blade emerge from his back, and it severed the nerves in his spine. He suddenly had no control of his legs and he dropped to the dirt floor.
The other man forced him to his back, the blade pushing into the ground. He had no strength to lift his sword, and his foe snatched the sword from him.
"Be brave," the man said.
He turned the sword in his hands and with a mighty roar, rammed the sword into the young man's chest. Blood erupted from his mouth as his heart was destroyed. His head fell to the dirt and his dead eyes stared at the blue sky.
Again, the crowd erupted in cheers as the victor raised his arms in triumph. This young man would live to fight another day. His victim would be fed to the lions.
