https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2v_U485A8RQ

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5WZNHKvEF6A

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4cC-djfz2Nc

I always knew that the clips in HERCULES VS MOLOCH looked like stock footage from some other movie that made no sense within that movie and here it is!


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YHVjHdQX3UI

This might not be noticed by many but some of the best soundtracks for action music are in some of the sword and sandal films: 

some that come to mind are:

COLUSSUS AND THE HEADHUNTERS
REVENGE OF THE GLADIATORS
HERCULES AGAINST THE SONS OF THE SUN
HERCULES VS MOLOCH
SWORD OF DAMACUS
BRENNUS ENEMY OF ROME

Not sure where I should post this but:


In the past I believe I might have been:

-a caveman, either Cro Magnon or Neanderthal and going for the "party line" I think I fought someone with some kind of spear in South Africa and we slew each other. I think this theme of listening to your leaders getting me killed and making me kill (almost as bad as getting killed) started here (or maybe I was someone even earlier than 500,000 BC? or so?). Of course we aimed for the natural target: the belly button. Both kills were spears held in the hand and not thrown.

-Sometime before the birth of Jesus (maybe 4BC or 3BC?) I was a gladiator, a boy raised by a proud father who taught him to fight and knock down even boys bigger than he. Unfortunately, father saw how sexually aroused I was when beating on other boys, sometimes two or three at a time, he offered me to the (possibly not yet Roman) arena slave masters. Somehow (sketchy details) I ended up a slave master as I got older after slaying many gladiators in the arena, trying to earn my freedom. My main thrust, with sword and knife and sometimes trident, was, of course, the belly button. Somehow or other they never wanted to lose me from the arena and I came to be master over many Christians. It seems that I may or may not have been one back then. Also, mostly all of them were mad at me because in order to save some I had to let some others die. Again sketchy. On my death bed, the remaining Christians vowed to forgive me, some that day. Not sure how I died. It seemed like old age or maybe one last fight?


-Not sure if any in between lives happened but in about 1300 or so, I was a Native American. I'm not sure what tribe: there were many more back then. Possibly: 
The Algonquians (Mohican) and Iroquois (Mohawk) who were enemies or Apache, which seems more in what I felt. So I feel I was more Apache. My slightly older brother (I was maybe between 13 and 15; so he was probably either 14,15, or 16) was slain in his navel in some battle. I was to be forced to marry his wife. I knew then I was more into males than not and this was frowned upon by my tribe...greatly. Not sure how it happened but again, I was in line with the "party line" thing to do and had the ceremony where they suspended me by my nipple skin to become a man. Possibly this means that I was none of the three tribes mentioned above but some other tribe, possibly Mandan or Sioux? In any case, since it was a Vow to the Sun, I since avoided the sun until recently. In addition, I was on a raid and I was young and while I knew the Great Spirit was not what our leaders told us and did not approve, I killed another enemy warrior in battle hand to hand with knives, both knives of ours ended up in your belly buttons. We died basically in a hugging pose leaning on each other until we fell over and embraced, kissing. 

More later as I have to go. 

All fine young warriors / soldiers prepared to die well, for their country, for ALL men of MUSCLE.. thin lean big buff all strong..  GUT UP !!!!

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Not sure if this has been posted.  Found this scene on Youtube which I had watched when I was young and had been fascinated by it since then.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z86j-aykHTE

The raiders were moving through the barracks slowly and quietly.  When they entered Jake's room, he was caught totally off-guard; he had just slipped off his underwear - now holding it in his hand - and was standing there, naked, in front of his bed.  The instant he looked at the movement by the door in surprise, one of the darkened raiders pulled the trigger on his gun, and a slug made a silent "phewt" sound as it shot from the gun, and a millisecond afterwards made a "thoonk" sound as it thudded right into Jake's muscular torso, a persfect shot right in the gut through his shallow innie.

"Unnngh!" he grunted, and the raiders never even stopped moving as they continued on to the next room, never giving Jake second thought.

Jake was left to himself, the hot slug of lead buried deep in his belly, and as his hands instinctively went to push in on the hole in his gut, his cock inexplicably began to stir.  For just a few seconds, he stood there absorbing what had happened as the deep pain in his stomach began to swell at the same rate as his thick cock.  He began to stumble backwards a bit and quickly bumped into the edge of the bed, falling backwards onto it.

He writhed in pain for a few moments, his thick quads contorting, his hips thrusting upwards as his fingers pushed in on the hole in his muscular stomach - but was soon overwhelmed by the tingling sensation in his balls and the throbbing, concrete-hard cock that flopped over his bushy pubes.  After a moment, he gained his senses enough to grab a firm hold of his cock and began to stroke it;  he figured if he was gonna go out, he may as well enjoy his last few moments.

Strangely enough, it only took several strokes to entice an enormous wad of seed to erupt from the tip of his thick cock, and it splayed across his chest and stomach in streams of warm, slick white.

He lay there, panting, sweaty, arms by his side, spent, with the trickle of blood oozing from the hole in his belly, his military dog tags draped across his massive chest, waiting for his time to finally come.

   

The guy on top was in the way, so he had to go too!