Brody McCall hoped they'd leave. The men outside were dangerous, and he knew he was in for it. He was hiding in Old Man Cropper's barn, and in his little spot amongst the hay bales, it was hotter than hell. 

"C'mon out, boy!" called Sheriff Tom Masters. "You gots one minute to come out, or we're gonna burn you out! Y'hear me?"

Brody held his Colt revolver in his left hand. But he only had two bullets left, and there were ten armed deputies outside. Rivulets of sweat dripped into his eyes and burned them. By now, thirty seconds we're gone, and he knew the Sheriff wasn't lying about torching the barn. 

"I'm comin' out," he called.  

He stood and walked to the barn's doors. He tossed his gun outside and raised his hands.

"Good boy," Masters said. 

Two of his men, Virgil and Darren, quickly grabbed him and held him tight.

"Deputy Withers! Get the hangin' rope!"

A lanky deputy ran to his horse a few feet away and produced a pre-tied noose.  He handed it to Masters, who walked slowly up to McCall and put it over his head.  The rest of the fifteen foot rope stayed with the deputy.  Masters ripped McCall's shirt open down to his pants.  The young man's slender body glistened with sweat. 

Masters smiled as he ran his hand over the captive's smooth belly.  With his other hand, he produced a long, heavy bladed knife.  McCall didn't even have time to blink before the knife was plunged into his navel all the way to the hilt.

He screamed as his guts felt the cold steel invade their space.  The sadistic lawman twisted the blade several times before ripping it free and jamming it higher into his stomach.  

"Hang this piece of shit!" Masters ordered. 

McCall was dragged to the nearest tree, a tall oak, and Withers launched the rope over the thickest branch he could get the rope over.  

The deputies held McCall until the rope was taught and Withers and another deputy were pulling him up. He choked and coughed as his airway was constricted.

When he was about three feet off the ground, the deputies tied the rope off and he struggled. Masters felt himself get extremely aroused at the sight of his knife in the man's belly. 

"Okay, boys! Shoot him while he's still kickin'!" 

The men drew their revolvers and began firing at the struggling man before them.  Fountains of blood exploded from his bare skin.  When it was over, Brody McCall was hit almost fifty times. His chest, belly and crotch were awash in his blood.  His mouth oozed with blood that ran down his chest. 

Masters knew he would get off later at the visuals now burned into his brain.  The corpse would be left for the birds.

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"Mercy!" he cried, trying to crawl away and escape the mountain of muscle coming at him.

"You have no honor!" the man bellowed.  

The massive Gladiator drove his spear into the coward's leg, crippling him. The force was enough to impale the spear into the ground. The coward screamed in agony. The crowd cheered. They knew this coward wouldn't die an honorable death. He would be tortured.

The coward collapsed onto his back, breathing hard.  His chiseled stomach made the Gladiator highly aroused. That coward was hard too.  The Gladiator knelt down and forcefully rolled the coward onto his stomach. There was a loud SNAP as the coward's leg dislocated from his hip and broke. He screamed and cried in agony.

The Gladiator forced his massive manhood into the coward's rectum and sodomized him. The crowd lost it, as the Gladiator went to town on his opponent.  He pulled out just before he came, wrenched the coward back over, amd spraying his cum all over the coward's stomach and chest. 

The coward was starting to get delirious from the pain.  To the cheers of the crowd, the Gladiator picked up his sword and drove it into the coward's hard navel.  Jizz spurted from the coward's cock in a fountain that shot up and onto the Gladiator's leg.

The coward gripped the blade in his stomach and cried as he stared at it.  The Gladiator kicked him repeated in the side and stomped on his chest.  He heard a CRACK!

The coward gasped and grabbed his chest.  As he struggled to breathe, the Gladiator walked to the weapons wall and picked up a massive axe.  He walked back to his victim and lifted the heavy blade above his head.

Fear filled the coward's eyes as the Gladiator roared in triumph and sent the axe into his stomach, cleaving him in half below the navel.  More shrieks escaped the dying man's mouth.  The Gladiator grabbed his hands and dragged him away from the axe. His guts spilled out over the burning sand.

The trauma was too much.  Blood flowed from his mouth and his eyes rolled back in his head.  The Gladiator bent over, grabbed the coward by the throat, and hoisted him into the air for the crowd to see.  He tightened his grip around the coward's throat until his fingers had crushed his throat.

The dead man fell to the ground as the Gladiator welcomed the cheers of the crowd.  He would live to fight again.

    This was me in my younger years. Until I left the military is pretty much retained this look.  I was a bit more muscular when I was in. What would you do to my belly?

The sun was baking us alive.  Sweat poured down our faces and tanned, hard bodies.  I ducked under his blade and slashed at his right leg.

He roared with anger as blood poured down his leg.  I was now behind him.  I wrapped my left arm around his neck and drove my sword into his back.  He screamed and I saw his manhood stiffen and my blade exit his deep navel.  He dropped to his knees, grasping the bloody blade.  

I was stiff as well, and I rubbed it on his back.  I left my blade buried in his body.

"You bastard!" he screamed.

"Just remember, this is our day to die.  Now stand up!"

My opponent struggled to his feet.  I reached down and grabbed his manhood.  I jerked it a few times before I moved in front of him.  His penis was dripping with precum and the bloody blade looked so inviting.  

I touched his chiseled face and looked down. I suddenly pushed him against the wall.  He grunted and I could see the pain in his eyes. I held onto the wet blade and put the tip into my own navel. I forced my abs to contract as the blade sank into my guts.  

I let out a heavy grunt as the blade entered my body and I forced myself to come stomach to stomach with him.  Our cocks touched and I felt him tremble.  I suddenly felt a hot stream of cum explode over my lower belly.  I pushed my lips to his and came on his crotch.  

I took his sword and rammed it into his chest from under his left arm.  He inhaled sharply and his eyes widened on surprise and pain.

His head pulled back and he vomited blood all over us.  I pushed his sword all the way through his chest until the blade exited his collarbone.

He shuddered violently and I held him tightly.  I ripped the sword from his chest, and waited for him to die.  Suddenly, his legs gave out and we both fell.  My head bounced off the dirt floor. 

I was dizzy. Somehow, I managed to push myself free from the sword.  I looked down and saw my legs and crotch were awash in blood and cum.

I was weak from blood loss. I turned the short sword towards my chest, and in one quick thrust, drove the blade into my heart. Blood escaped my mouth and I struggled to breathe. I staggered and suddenly fell backwards like a tree being chopped down. My neck broke as my head hit the ground. I was paralyzed.  In my last moments, I stared at the darkening sky. I felt rain pelt my face and fill my mouth. I took my last breath and died as rain hit my eyes.

What do you use to act out your death fantasy? Since I'm very much into being stabbed or shot in my shallow, very sensitive belly button, I've used everything from plastic swords and knives to real wood stakes, swords, knives, arrows and live bullets. I've bought plastic blades, broken them in half, and played with them in my belly button like I was stabbed through my back and the blade emerged from my belly button. 

I love filling my dish-shaped belly button with fake blood and then put the blade into it. I can usually jerk off just to the sight and slight pain of the broken blade poking me.

The sexiest thing though, is using my replica katana blade pushing into me and rubbing one out in the shower.

They had chosen this fate for themselves. It was considered an honor amongst gladiators to perform the Rites of Mars, and Davros and Antonius had volunteered with no hesitation when asked one beautiful spring morning.

The other Gladiators stood around the practice arena to watch the two young warriors.

Both stood naked in the arena, armed only with a Gladius.  By tradition, the first step was to thrust their sword into their opponent's navel, and then proceed to brawl until it was over for both men.

Antonius was already stiff with excitement.  Seeing the shining metal of Davros's blade only made him harder.  He touched his muscled stomach, fingered his shallow, round navel, and waited.  

Davros's penis grew hard at the sight of his best friend's naked body standing before him.  They had had sex many times before, and he thought he might get lucky one last time.

Squaring off, the two young men lifted their blades to the navel of the other.  Davros struck first, sinking his sword halfway into Antonius.  The instant his blade pierced his friend, Davros felt the sting of Antonius's blade hit home.

Both men were in excruciating pain, but they remained standing. Neither let go of their sword.  Antonius grabbed Davros's wrist and forced the blade all the way through his belly.  He cried out and shoved his blade through Davros's back.

Suddenly, the assembled Gladiators witnessed both men ejaculate as they looked at one another.  The crowd cheered.  The two men began pummeling each other with their fists until Davros slammed his head into Antonius's face.  Antonius didn't even flinch.

In a flash, Davros ripped his sword up and out of Antonius's body.  Antonius arched backward as his hard belly was suddenly split open.  Blood erupted from his mouth as his intestines spilled out of him.  

In a last show of strength, Antonius whipped his sword free and pulled the blade down, gutting Davros and castrating him.  They both fell to the dirt floor, writhing in agony and holding what little of their entrails still remained in their bodies.

Now, it was the other men's turn to have fun with the dying fighters.  A middle-aged monster of a man, Tydius, rolled Antonius onto his stomach and sodomized him.  Antonius smiled as the big man came inside him.  That was when Tydius drove his own blade between Antonius's shoulders and impaled his heart.  Blood gushed from the dying man's mouth and he died.

Three other Gladiators stood over Davros and stabbed him in the belly and chest repeatedly.  His blood flew across the arena as their swords were pulled free and driven into him again and again.  But it was over all too soon.  After five minutes of combat, both were dead. The men were dragged off the sand and their bodies were tossed to the hungry lions.

If you were to find yourself in a horror movie, how would it go?  Would you be there with friends and family, total strangers, or celebrities?  Would you watch them die or would they watch you die?  How would they get it and how would you get it?













Just interesting to see how other people would see this scene playing out as I have in my mind from time to time.

Many of us will have seen these before, but I think they're still some of the most realistic rapier stabs I've seen. Does anyone agree?

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https://thisvid.com/videos/second-muscle...is-friend/