https://ok.ru/video/744055769763

Basically at 01:09:00 mins the main character stabs two guys with one sword and it works for me. The whole fight scene after that is hot to me. He shoots a guy in the gut at 01:14:30 mins.

Hey guys,

I'm 36 gay male and enjoy play fighting roleplay. Due to covid19, i'm not looking to meet people in person at this time but would love to roleplay on cam with other guys into play fighting to the death. I prefer to play "killer", so primarily interested in guys who play "victim", or want to help me defeat other guys.

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"Huuuarrrrgggghhh" blade in, "huugh" blade out.
Ragnar the Bloody had gotten used to the sound his victims made, when he rammed his sword into them. 
He had also gotten used to the frequal raping of their daughters and the steeling of their property. These raids on the British isles, had made the little village in the most north western part of Denmark both ritch and feared. 
The other clans from down south dared not even cross the small strip of water that seperated them. They knew that the northeners were both relentless and brutal in their battles. 
What Ragnar had not gotten used to was the blood. He hated the smell of it, he hated the look of it and he hated the way it stuck to his clothes. The older vikings told him to be proud of it - it was a sign of courrage and a sign of victory, and he was vcitorious. That's why they gave him his last name - but he still hated it. Blood was defeat, blood was a sign of inferiority - blood was the mark of the losing side and their lack of courage.

The voyage to England was the first one since last autumn. 
It had been a tough trip and the North Sea had seperated the men from the boys. Litterally. Many of the first timers had been washed over by waves and drowned in the sea - sutch a shame that the path to Valhalla was to die in combat and not in a boating accident. 
But some of them impressed him. Especially the youngest, who had managed to stay alive. His name was Evol and he was nothing more than 15 winters old. Hed had strapped himself to the bench and kept on rowing - he rowed til his hand started to bleed, and then he rowed some more. 
Evol was well build - a young muscular kid, who kept on training even after the darkness had come and the little ones were put to bed. 
He would become a great warrior, he just needed his combat training and now was the time.

They spotted land yesterday and now they felt the boat come to a hold, after reaching the sandy shore. Ragnar instantly felt a sneaking unease - everything was to quiet. Normally when they arrived, the first battle would take place right there on the beach. But here was nothing - nothing but silence. 
The men gathered with their swords by their sides - Ragnar pulled Evol towards him "You stay close to me, you might learn something."
They knew that just behind the green hills were a village, so they decided to split up and attack the village from several sides. 
Ragnar and Evol headed west, the two remaining groups would take a southern and a northern path.

"I can't wait to butcher some Brits", Evol said "How many have you killed, Ragnar?"
"More than a hundred", Ragnar bragged even though the truth was, that he had completely lost count.
As they made their way, Ragnar felt his unease getting stronger - something was completely wrong.

He heard a strange noise. It almost sounded like a blow of wind.
"Huuuuuuagh" - the sound came from Evol, and as Ragnar looked at him, he saw the arrow sticking out his chest.
"Ra... Ragnar.... What hap..." Evol fell to his knees, and before Ragnar could do anything, the kid had fallen face down pushing the arrow deeper and deeper into his young chest and out his back.
Ragnar got a hold of him and dragged him towards some bushes. With his knife he cut open Evols shirt revealing his bare chest. When he saw where the arrow had hit, he knew there was no hope - from now, there was only a long, agonizing death.

"Ragnar...", Evol mumbled "Will... I... be going to... Val... Valhalla now?"
Ragnar didn't know what to say, because he knew the answer. The kid had not been in combat yet, and his courage on the sea wasn't enough.."
"Please Ragnar... Just... Let me... go..."
Ragnar realised what Evol had just said - he had shown the ultimate courage. He was willing to sacrifice his life for the mission and for Valhalla.
Ragnar took his sword and put his hands on the young boys shoulders.
He carefully placed the sword right over Evols belly button and with one hard thrust he plunged it in.
Evols body was pushed upwards, and Ragnar heard him moaning.
"Pleeeease Ragnar... End it... Just... k...."
Ragnar retracted his sword, and placed right in the center of Evols chest - he slowly pushed it deeper and deeper, until he heard the young man draw his last breath. Evols mouth and eyes were wide open, and his body twitched a couple of times until it went numb. The blood ran slowly down the dead boys naked chest. As it reached the sternum it seperated to two thin stripes running to each side of his body. 
Ragnar knew, that within long Evol would be joining Odin and Thor in the halls of Valhalla...

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        Sure, I am an administrator and can do some cool things that others can't.  And sure, we have some moderators who can also do some cool things.  But we are all a family.  Just one full of people who want to kill or be killed by each other.

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Time for some more gut muscle meat bayonet targets to prove themselves as proud REAL men... Willing, Nae ANXIOUS to show all how well their abdominal meat can take deep hard serious pain... taking it just above the navel, where the abdominal muscles can actually GRAB ahold of the penetrating steel... I know ya can do it cause I have done it...and can live to tell about it...until maybe NEXT time... GUT UP !!!

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They had always said, that Jackson looked young.
But as he laid here, with his shirt pulled up, you really saw it. He was 23, but his stomach was flat with just a slight marking of what could have become a six-pack, had he gotten a few more years alive. He could have spend them in the gym, but he never got that far. 
His chest was the same - no big muscles, but still you could see that a little bit of work could have made the body of a man. 

Well, nobody really cared about that now, because Jackson didn't breathe anymore. 
I'm proud to call that my handy work. 
There was nothing personal behind it - I had no beef with him, but we all need to make a living, and my craft is all I've got. 

You see, Jackson - pretty as he was - lacked brains. He wasn't very smart, so when he got into some shady business with some shady dudes - and failed to pay because he snorted most of the drugs himself, they called me. Jackson was becomming a liabillity, so he had to go.
Getting him was easy - I followed him for a couple of days and found out where he used to sell.
I posed as a customer, which was not easy as I've never taken any of that shit - but hey, you don't wanna know that, you wanna know how he died, dont you...? Pervert... ;-)

Well, I've nothing better to do, so let me walk you through the death of Jackson.
I lured him into my car - told him I couldn't be seen buying drugs in public. Dumb as he was, he followed me willingly.
We drove to a warehouse I knew - I once loaded there in my former career, but the rescession made my skills behind the wheel and the warehouse redundant. Now it stood empty and I still had a key.

I took him in. He had no idea what was happening, who I was or that he would soon draw his last breath. At some point he turned his back on me - and I made my move. 
I went up behind him and put him in a sleeper hold - he started gasping for air. 
I bend him backwards - his t-shirt went up, revealing his sagging pants, the waistband of his boxers and a small stripe of his stomach.
I pulled his shirt up, so it was just above his navel and then slowly I sunk my blade into his belly button. He started moaning - nothing loud or screamish, but silently and gasping. A small stripe of blood started running down against his CK boxers. 
He got limp and I let him fall to his knees, I took out my knife and while holding him up, I slowly stabbed him in his belly button again. Same silent moaning, he almost sounded as if he was running out of air.
I pulled his shirt further up and slowly retracted my knife, just to ram into the center of his torso. He shook a little and by now he moaned a bit louder, but it all stopped when I pulled the knife back out. 
I let him fall to the ground - he landed on his back with his arms spread to both sides. I pulled his shirt all the way up. No chest hairs, nothing around the nipples, my last stab was slowly but directly into his heart. I heart him moan and the last thing coming from Jackson was a silent breath as his head turned to the left. 
Carefully I put my ear to his bare chest. No heart beat, no breathing sounds - just warm, soft skin against my ear. I kind of fell sorry for the kid, so I gently stroke him down his stomach as if to assure him, that he wasn't alone when he died... Ironic, I know - but who says assasins can't have a conscience.
His skin was soft and warm - a big difference to my own hands, who were rough and worn after 20 years of hard work. 
I left the building, got my money and drove out of town.
New targets waiting, more money to be earned...


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This was my first try at writing a story.
I shall be the first to inform you, that english is not my first language, so any mistakes or wrong grammar is simply due to the fact, that I'm Danish.
I hope you enjoy this little story from my twisted imagination ;-)
Thanks for reading, and have a good one.

THAT NAVEL is super stupendous

we are two warriors. You think the victory is yours, but like you me, I ram my knife into your belly

TOTALLY HOT man

especially belly and navel stab and belly open pubis to upper abs ^^

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