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A few months ago I said that I was going to create some polls. Here is second one. What is your favorite type of victim in this fantasy? I was reading some stories posted on the boards and noticed that different stories have had their victims embrace their deaths is varying manners and I was curious if there was a particular preference in the community.

After giving it a little bit of thought, I believe the best way to describe victims is a combination of their perspective toward battle and their acceptance of death.
For perspective towards battle I believed it could be broken down into three groups: Eager, Necessary, Innocent. For acceptance of death I also broke it down into three groups: Bold, Stoic, Timid.

Attitude towards battle: Someone eager to do battle I see as someone coming from like a warrior tribe or culture where combat is celebrated such as Vikings. This type of individual craves battle, seeking it out. Someone who believes battle is necessary I see as someone who is a soldier for example. This type of individual doesn't seek out battle, but understand its purpose and believes there are cases where a man simply has to fight for something which may be for their beliefs, country, or simply their own survival. Someone who is innocent towards battle I see as more of a victim of unfortunate circumstance or assassination. This type of individual is not a warrior, but rather killed purely for base reasons like revenge or power such as a noble lord being killed by an assassin hired by another lord or a man killing another for sleeping with his lover.

Acceptance of death: Someone bold in their death are determined to meet their final moments as fearlessly as possible. This type of individual even as his body is pierced by his enemy, looks his opponent in the eye, daring him to do his worse. Someone stoic in their death I see as being more the middle, less brazen than the bold victims. This type of individual isn't as vocal, meeting their fate with grim acceptance, they will not taunt their killer nor vocally beg for mercy. Someone timid in their death are what I see as the most dramatic types afraid of death and pain. This type of individual begs their killer for mercy, pleading for their life as soon as they realize they are going to meet their end.

Below are some basic examples I came up with for putting it all together. 

Eager/Bold - Warrior who charges into battle meets his end knowing he has died with pride as a man should
Eager/Stoic - Warrior who charges into battle meets his end shocked that he is going to die but accepts it
Eager/Timid - Warrior who charges into battle meets his end and begs for his enemy not to kill him

Necessary/Bold - Soldier fighting for his country meets his end knowing he has died with pride as a man should
Necessary/Stoic - Soldier fighting for his country meets his end shocked that he is going to die but accepts it
Necessary/Timid - Soldier fighting for his country meets his end and begs for his enemy not to kill him

Innocent/Bold - Wealthy noble is mugged and killed for his valuables determined to die with pride as a man should
Innocent/Stoic - Wealthy noble is mugged and killed for his valuables shocked that he is going to die but accepts it
Innocent/Timid - Wealthy noble is mugged and killed for his valuables and begs not to be killed

I am curious what are your favorite types. You can vote for multiple options in the poll and feel free to share your thoughts in the thread as well!

Be honest, if this one doesn't make you shoot  ....

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QfntRyr93hQ

These guys are so beefy, too bad one had to be slain.

Hi everyone,

I'm a long time follower of the Arenafighter forums (still back from the old site), and probably there are some who remember me from Deviantart. I just wanted to let you know, that I recently restarted making new image series, and plan to post them regularly on my DA page. I know it's mainly female vs male, but unlike other similar stuff, in my scenarios, the Males are the main characters.

If interested, please check it out.
https://www.deviantart.com/erogalet/gallery

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Thanks,
erogalet

It was a cold, dark night. The trees swayed gently in the breeze, and fog enveloped the countryside. I was late and decided to take a shortcut home through the park. I was very tired. It was getting darker. I was supposed to be home a few hours ago. The path I had walked several times now seemed strange. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a strange man appeared in front of me and pushed me onto a tree standing nearby. It was a young character. He had a hood on his head. Dressed in black with delicate, almost boyish features and medium blonde hair. I screamed. I was in shock. I wanted to start running away. Unfortunately, I didn't have a chance. The boy grabbed my neck and began to choke me. I grabbed his hands trying to break free from my grip. Slowly I was running out of air, I couldn't say a word. I felt my face turn red. At one point I felt the other figure grab my wrists, take my hands and tie them at the back of the tree. At the same time, I was released from my grip and was able to catch my breath. "We've got you," I heard a whisper from the left. Who could it be? I'm not in the habit of making enemies to myself.

The voice belonged to the person who deprived me of any chance of defense before a second. She stood in front of me. The boy looked very much like his friend, he was maybe a bit older, shorter, had shorter hair, did not wear a hoodie and was a brunette. They both chuckled. "We will have fun," said the younger one. "Who are you?" I asked. However, I did not get any answer. They probably want to beat me or rob me, I thought. "Guys, let's get along somehow, I won't tell anyone anything, I have money in the inside pocket of my jacket." The older one, right after he finished unbuttoning my jacket, lifted my shirt a little, revealing my stomach. "Maybe," said the younger one. After these words, they tore it in two. I felt a slight chill all over my body. Finally, I was standing in the park tied to a tree with my jacket open and my chest bare. What a sick situation! "But what maybe?" - I asked in a shaky voice, I felt a cold sweat begin to pour over me. "Patience, in a moment you'll find out" - while saying this, the blonde with a mocking smile took a dagger from his pocket. It was sharp, shining. It had a narrow and long blade. It looked like a large needle. He put his left hand on my shoulder. With his right hand, he began to move the tip of the blade in front of my eyes. I saw the madness in his eyes. There were a thousand thoughts in my head. My breathing became restless. I realized my legs were shaking. Then I felt the blade slowly move down, very slowly. It only stopped on my stomach.

I felt the tip of the blade touch my navel. "It will fit perfectly," said the older one. "You have a nice navel actually," added the younger one. I was stunned, I didn't know what to answer. I had a stream of thoughts in my head, but my mouth was silent. Deep down, I wanted something like this to happen to me, but they couldn't have known it. I dared to look down and saw a dagger sticking out of my stomach. Fortunately, the blade is still outside. I was seized with tremendous fear and unprecedented excitement. I couldn't control it. "Don't get excited. Don't get excited or they'll kill you," I kept repeating in my head. I felt my penis throbbing and swelling in my pants. It happened just at the thought that I might have that blade in me in a moment. I wanted this. Still, the fear was stronger. I looked up and looked at the torturer deep into his  blue eyes. "Please ... don't ... please!" I whispered in a pleading voice.

The boy ignored my moans and slowly began to press the dagger harder. It gave me a little pain, but it hasn't pierced me yet. But I felt that any moment the blade would sink into me. The boy stopped suddenly and I breathed a sigh of relief. A spark of hope appeared in my head. "Maybe I'll make it out alive after all?" I thought. After a while, he looked down at my crotch, still keeping the blade in my navel. "You like it!" He shouted. "No ..." I whispered. He was right. I betrayed myself. I didn't want it, but he had it. I had no way to hide it. I betrayed myself. But maybe it's better? I would never dare stick a knife in my stomach myself. This may be your only chance to die this way. Let them do what they want, I thought, fearing what would happen next. The boy pulled out the dagger for a moment and looked at me piercingly, as if I was crazy. He was probably wondering what was going on in my head right now. Seconds passed like hours. They must have heard the relief of exhaling the air from my mouth. The boys looked at each other, and the older nodded to the younger. After a while, the young one again brought the knife to my belly. With his free hand, he gently ran over it and felt for my navel with his finger. He wanted to make sure he didn't miss, it was dark after all. He gently put the tip of his blade into it again, now he was sure it was where it should be.


Cold sweat poured over me. "Please stop," I mumbled. Deaf to my pleas, he seemed to be in a trance. He began to push again, this time even slower. I knew she was no longer going to stop. I just knew I wouldn't get a second chance. I felt the flesh on my stomach bend slightly under his force. I felt that my belly button could not take it anymore. "Please stop," I whispered. At the same moment I heard the dull sound of piercing skin, felt the cool blade sink slowly into my insides. The flesh on my stomach took its natural shape again and the dagger entered it centimeter by centimeter. The initial pain turned into an indescribable feeling. I felt a shiver all over my body and panicked a little. I started panting and breathing heavily. My hair was wet with sweat. The boy put his hand on my shoulder and pushed the knife deeper. "Uhhhhhhhh ... Stop!" I groaned as I felt the dagger plunging even deeper into my stomach. I was very afraid to look down. "See!" The boy shouted.

But in response, he saw only a grimace of pain on my face. "Look, I said!" He grabbed my hair and forced me to lower my head. I saw his hand and a dagger inserted into my navel to the hilt. ”” See? He's already all in you. That's what you wanted, right? ”He asked. "Mercy ..." I whispered. The boys chuckled. The blonde twisted the blade slightly and I screamed in pain. Drops of sweat ran down my face, I couldn't take it anymore. I really wanted it to end here and now, but of course I wasn't so lucky. I decided to help myself. I arched my body forward, involuntarily pressing the blade deeper into my stomach. As deep as possible. Agony pierced me right through, I felt warm blood seep from my navel and slowly flow downward. The boy took out the dagger halfway. I took a breath from the shock and pain. The pain when removing the blade is much worse than when it is inserted. Before I could react, the attacker pressed him against my belly button again, this time pushing him up a little. I groaned "Please ..." feeling great pleasure.

My legs buckled at the knees, if I hadn't been tied to a tree, I would have fallen. I shudder, and have a cum shot. The best in my life. It's over. I knew that I was seriously injured and that no one would save me. I'm going to die here today and that was the last ejaculation of my life. I always wanted to end up this way, felt great and exhausted myself. I hardly felt the pain anymore, or so I thought. The other boy who was watching the situation saw a stain on my pants "I don't want to kill him too soon, we might as well keep playing with him." I forced myself to open my mouth. "Fun?" I thought: "What is this sick game?" Barely able to speak, I stammered, "Why ... Why did you do this to me?" The character started laughing and said, "Because you like it." Saying this, she took the entire dagger from my navel, also very slowly. The pain was back, and there was nothing I could do but groan in agony. This man was satisfied with my suffering. I looked at my belly again, at my belly button, or what was left of it. The blade fit perfectly, it didn't go beyond its rim. Instead, I now had a red hole in the middle of my belly and that's it. I'm just dying. Nothing big. I've always imagined this situation, imagined what it would be like, wondered what it would be like. Now it became a reality and I couldn't believe it. I stared at the wound blankly, breathing hard as I saw drops of blood falling on the grass beneath my feet. The feeling of excitement began to return.


The boys untied me from the tree and I fell slowly to my knees, a scowl on my face, moaning loudly. I kept my hands behind my back, even though I was already free. I didn't want to fight, there was no point, I gave up. I looked at the bloody dagger in the boy's hand. After a while I looked at his eyes. I still saw this specific flash in them. "Let's finish this," I mumbled. "With pleasure," he hissed. It wasn't until I was on my knees that I noticed that he wasn't wearing any shoes. I do not know why. He put his foot on my face and pushed me backwards. I was lying on my back, my legs folded under my back. I bent as hard as I could, as far as I still had strength. I tried to show my stomach up as much as possible. I wanted to show him, encourage the boy to stab me with all his might now, one last time. I think he understood my message. He crouched down over me and took a huge knife from under his hoodie. I think he could pass right through me. He presented it in front of my face. Was it sharp? Probably yes, it didn't matter anymore, since in a moment it will forcefully make a less elegant hole in my stomach than I have now. I didn't say anything anymore, there was no point, I waited calmly. For a moment I thought that he standing over me with a knife and knocking me to the ground would be the last sight I remember. He put his foot over my face. So this will be the last thing I see. I was lying with my belly stretched out and still waiting, the seconds lingering like hours.


I saw him slowly raise his hand along with the knife. I felt like my life was slipping away. I wanted to feel pleasure again. "Please wait a moment, please." He did not say anything. I stuck my hand in my panties and started to play with my penis. After all, my hands were free. I started licking his foot. It didn't take long, I was very excited and had little time. I had to hurry, I had little strength. The second cum shot came very quickly. I felt warm cum land on my stomach, a little on his pants.


I was in heaven for a while. Suddenly, without any warning, the boy thrust the knife into my stomach with great force, bringing me back to reality. Kind of like a punch. It pierced my abdomen, in the middle, about three centimeters below my belly button. The men chuckled. I cried out in pain, unable to bear it. I felt that this time I had a hole for half my belly. Blood was gushing from the wound and my stomach was covered in it. I could feel it. I couldn't breathe, black spots appeared in front of my eyes. My stomach expanded and contracted every time I tried to gasp for air. They couldn't leave me there, they knew I could die anytime from blood loss. Then the boy decided to give me one more hit. He wanted to do it right. I felt his foot press my face to the ground with great force. After a while he pulled out the knife mercilessly. I squirmed on the ground like a helpless animal, like a dog ... and there was nothing I could do. Blood rushed to my mouth, I was choking. My eyes filled with tears, I was full of regret it was over. Why did I take a shortcut? With all his might, the boy stabbed me again, one last time. This time he chose my chest. It was the last time I felt such pain. I whispered something for the last time. No matter what, they wouldn't hear it anyway. I saw a blood stain oozing from my mouth, my body jerked unnatural skin several times, I closed my eyes slowly. Darkness.

You sit down naked on the bench in front of your opponent, just 4 feet away.  A beautiful man, built, a thick generous cock, with blonde hair and blue eyes.  Stunning to look at, but an adversary nonetheless.  Sweat from the humid heat of the room begins to glisten on his smooth skin; your eyes take in the thick, ripped muscle stud as he stares directly into your face, unwavering.  You realize that beads of sweat have begun to form on your forehead and underneath your armpit.

A man walks over carrying a 1 inch thick wooden shaft, about 4 feet long.  You notice that both ends of the shaft appear to have tapered, almost-pointed ends - and drilled into the tip of each point is a short metal spike that looks as though its just the point of a nail with the head cut off.  The points jut outward from the tip of the shaft.  Instantly you recognize it as the weapon that will be used in the contest;  soon it will connect you to the beef of muscle in front of you.

The man walks between the two of you and places one end of the pointed spear into your navel, adjusting it for a second almost as if to find the perfect spot. Your cock instantly begins to swell.  Your belly sucks in a bit but your abs tense up, nonetheless. With a quick, short thrust, he pokes it into your bellyhole, just enough to sink the nail into the your navel and to stop when the wood part meets the back of your navel wall.  You feel a bit of a sharp sting, briefly, but you shrug off the pain.

You notice the stud in front of you watching closely as you were readied, and his cock, once flopped loosely in front of him on the bench, is now swelling to attention.  You watch intently as the man lowers the other end of the weapon into your opponents shallow navel... he also sucks in his belly to allow the shaft to be placed - his ab muscles also tense up at the effort.  After finding the sweet spot, the man gives it a quick, short thrust into your opponent's stomach - just enough to push the point through his navel wall - and he instantly grunts and grimaces with the pain.  As the weapon now connects you, you feel the man's grunt vibrate through its shaft, and his muscled belly now applies force to the weapon that now connects you both.  You feel his breathing, and the tension of the weapon between you grows and ebs with each breath.

As the rules require, you both raise your hands over your head and grasp the weight behind your heads, restricting your arm movement.  As your opponent does so, his massive torso expands his lats, bearing his lightly haired armpits, his broad chest, and each of his rigid seratus muscles for your view.  When his weight is finally positioned behind his head, his body appears to "hunker down", and his belly sucks in as he firmly seats himself to prepare for what's to come.  As you grasp the weight behind your head, its obvious your opponent is taking in the full muscled strength of your own body, and perhaps the slightest hint of anxiety appears to show on his face - but only for a moment, as it is quickly replaced with the stoic bravery it once reflected.

The man who placed the weapon between you both now drops his hand in between you, and the contest begins.  Instantly you tighten up your ab muscles and your opponent does the same, and the pressure you both feel on the weapon between you quickly grows into a fight.

The first few moments, your neck and torso tense up.  Your opponents poker face and stern look is hidden well behind his beard, his razor focused eyes stare deeply into yours looking for weakness.  Making sure you don't show any, you inch your body forward onto the weapon, tensing up your belly muscles, as you force the weapon deeper into your opponent but equally into yours. It's now a test to see who has the most muscled belly, and who can stave off the weapon from penetrating deep into their gut.  Your opponent winces in pain, briefly, at the first moves... but quickly hardens up his gaze as he moves ever-so-slightly forward towards you, jamming the weapon more forcefully towards you.

You feel each breath, each grunt, as your bellies fight each other to stay strong.  You struggle with a bit of back and forth at first... after just a few moments you give yet another push. "Oooongh" your opponent grunts as you feel it through the shaft.  You appear to have forced the shaft deeper into his belly, but at the same time you can feel the point of the shaft digging deeper into your gut, and you're cautious to avoid having it sink into you.  Your cock is so hard at the moment that if it weren't for the incredible sensation in your balls, you would have noticed it hurting.  A wad of precum seeps from the tip of its head.

Another push, this time from your opponent, trying to dig deep and prevail, and he grunts slightly with his effort... but you stand your ground and instantly push back, making sure he regrets it, and you inch forward again and push hard with your belly.  "Uuuuuunnngh!" he grunts very deeply and loud, and its clear that your efforts have managed to push the wooden shaft just inside his belly, pushing in through the small hole made by the nail. Your opponents cock stands straight at attenion, occasioanlly touching the staff of the weapon, and it, too, oozes a wad of precum seeping from the small slit at its tip.  You're overwhelmed with ecstasy, knowing that you've managed to poke this shaft into your opponents belly as you feel it gently sink deeper into his gut.

He tries to rock up his stern face, and you quickly glance down at his body, taking in the sweat forming on his chest, his tensed muscled torso and his heaving belly.  Each breath, each grunt you feel through the shaft between you.  He exhales deeply between his clenched lips as the sweat begins to seep full force from his pores.

"ERRRRGH!"  Suddenly, your opponent lets out a loud grunt, and in a surprise push, he jams his muscled belly forward towards you... he has sacrificed an inch or two of the weapon sinking deeper inside him in order to muster a push forward towards you, and its successful - the weapon punches through the small originally made by the nail and sinks about an inch into your gut.  You grunt loudly as your cock feels reach to explode from the penetration.  For a brief moment that seems like an ETERNITY you both try to struggle, your opponents face twisting in agony and ecstasy as the weapon is now firmly sunk into both of your stomachs.  "ERRRRGH!"  With another loud, short, forceful grunt, he pushes forward into you, sinking the weapon in about 4 inches deep.  The sharp point of the nail pokes deep into your belly, and the surge is all you can take as your balls let loose their seed, shooting far up and outward, splaying onto the bench between you.

Your bellies both heave, and your opponent feels your grunts between you - it is enough to send him past the point of control, and his thick cock begins to stream his own white hot seed out and in front of him.  In a surprise last minute turn around, he becomes the victor as he made you cum first.  You see him nod to the man watching the contest, in victory, exhausted and spent.

I ran out on to the battlefield entirely ready for battle. Some men fought with armor and some forwent armor all together. My mentor had trained me in the old ways so I was one of the real men who fought naked. My first foe eyed me and rushed for me immediately. His sweaty chest was already heaving from exertion as he reached me. I ducked under his blade and thrust right in between his pecs.
“Heeefffffnkkkkk,” he let out as I pushed it in deeper. He dropped his sword and took hold of the blade. I yanked it out and he fell to his knees. 
“Huunnnffff... nice one lad,” was all he got out as I went on to the next. My cock was sticking straight up as I blocked my next opponents sword. He was armored but that only made me fight harder. I stuck to my training minding my surroundings and watched for an opening. As he came close I swiped across his throat. As he clawed at his neck and fell at my feet I felt fucking invincible. I couldn’t wait to spill some guts! I turned around puffing out my chest making sure to flex my abs seeking my next fight and saw an older man ram his sword into my outstretched gut. 
“Unnngggfff,” I grunted dumbly as I watched his blade dig further into my stomach. The pressure was manageable at first but soon became unbearable as the cold metal broke into my guts. 
“I think you might be outmatched here lad,” he told me. Despite the fact that he was killing me I had to say I respected him. He fought naked just as I did his own big cock flopping softly around. “I have to admire the balls on this one,” he laughed as he thrust the blade in deeper. A fire spread through my guts as the steel moved deeper. 
“Arrggggghhhhh ahh fuck,” I felt myself yell out as his sword passed through the last of my insides and out my back. He left the blade lodged in me and ran his hand across my chest. 
“Barely any hair here,” touching the fur on my pecs, “clearly he didn’t think this through did he?” 
I was confused when I felt a stinging rip between my shoulder blades and arched my back as a blade sprouted from my chest. 
Someone loomed over me and I felt his beard brush my shoulder.
“Such is the arrogance of youth,” he said grimly. And he was completely truthful. I stared at the man before me and marveled at his form. His hairy chest heaved as sweat rolled down his muscled belly. There were so many scars on his gut showing where everyone else had failed to kill him. I stood no chance against these Titans and don’t know why I ever thought I did! 
“Hrrroooaaaaooo,” I wailed fruitlessly against the pain “your heennffff... more manly,” I told them. He grinned like a mad man at me. The agony of being caught between the two blades abruptly intensified as the one behind me slid out of me. 
“At least you can admit it boy!”, he said as his companion went off to into the fray. He moved his sword upward into my abs spreading the fire further through my aching belly. 
“Heeefffnkkk you- your gutting me?” I felt my lips say. 
“Oh yeah. You can bare it a bit longer lad,” he laughed putting a hand on my shoulder as he brought his sword up chest just under my sternum. I kept thinking that I would grow used to the pain but it kept burning in my chest and even deeper in my guts. As he took his sword out my skin slowly began to part. Without saying a word he took my cock in his hand and slowly stroked me. It only took until my guts bulged out for me cum. It was like a pleasure I had never known before popped up behind the pain and made it easier to bare. I thrust out my cock arching my back causing more of my insides to tumble from me. Despite the pain, or possibly because of it, more seed shot from my manhood and some even landed on his hairy belly. After he eased the last of my copious load from my dick the pain came back a thousand fold. “I see why your so cocky lad,” he chuckled as the world began to darken “maybe you are pretty manly after all.”  Then his blade deep into my chest skewering my beating heart as simply as he gutted me. 
“Save me a fight over there huh?”, he said twisting the blade as he slid it out. Letting me crash to the ground. 
They pain began to fade along with world around me. 
As the darkness took me his last words echoed around me in the emptiness “Maybe next time you’ll end up gutting me!” 


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Hope you guys enjoy! Let me know what you think. Thanks as always!

They need to prove their guts can take serious torture....   they are all soldiers, warriors, manly BEEF
GUT UP !!!!

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