This is a guy I know. Unfortunately before I knew him, he was robbed and stabbed and almost died. That's not sexy but he is. Great kisser, great abs, great navel and lets me do navel play on him. And he does on me. He's super hot

Captive warriors known for their virility were chained to an altar at the Temple of Priapus, the god of fertility. Their daily sperm contribution was believed to bring abundant crops to the village. Some shot their loads spontaneously others needed a helping hand. Some needed the threat of a sword held above them. Their lives were safe as long as they could shoot a daily load.

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   He thought he was better than the master.  He thought wrong.  Everyday, the master asked if there were any challengers for his position.  On this day, Chai made the mistake of standing up.

          It was a short-lived challenge as the master merely flung his blade across the room, nailing the young student in the gut.  There was a gasp as the young man stood there in shock at the swiftness of the master's response.

Hi, I am curious about if any member would use a video chatroom as premium membership, roleplay with people.

It seems only the BBC had LAST OF THE MOHICANS right with their umpteen long chapter serial in the 70s. The older serial from the 30s or 40s didn't get it right and the big budget white man is hero 1990s version didn't get it right and is quite boring (Daniel Day Lewis is a boring choice for Uncus or whoever he was supposed to be and the movie is boring). AND this one...an Italian version certainly didn't get it right.

Still, there's a youth shot in the back on the way to the fort. Uncus seemingly has Magua in his sights and lets him live due to a taunt, only later to win an arena style battle in three circles only then to have himself speared in the back when he turns his back to Magua. Almost none of this is accurate to the book, of course or the more faithful BBC mini series, which is the best of the adaptations. 

There is one scene where an older US army man has a Native in front of him and has his knife poised right at the navel and they fall, the Native falling so that his stomach is stabbed in the belly under the US army man, who is on top. It's startling but fast.

The ineptitude of the movie is vast and everything from setting to character placement to how the die is so wrong. I tried to do caps but it didn't work the first time. It's all not as good as it sounds at least for our fetish.

Still, the BBC version, while faithful, has long, LONG stretches of talk talk talk to do justice to the politics of the novel and they do it right but...


for the fetish, there are better scenes than any other version. Uncus, shirtless, is attacked from behind. An enemy, shirtless, holds Uncus's knife down in Uncus's holster but Uncus flexes his stomach muscles and is stronger than the man and gets the knife up out of the holster. He then has to turn slightly so that as he brings the knife down, he uses the man's own downward motion, as the enemy was trying to hold the knife down to stab the man's bare belly, low. The man falls. Uncus tomahawks him and another man. Later, Uncus does the same to many warriors.

Earlier or later, Uncus, shirtless is tied to a pole. An enemy, shirtless and young (I think) comes in to taunt Uncus who calls him a coward to do so this way. Uncus has already been untied by his father and as the enemy moves to stab Uncus in the bare belly, Uncus jabs his knife in the man's belly instead. The man falls and gasps as Uncus breathes out a victory. Uncus's father sees the man groan, "That was badly done." Uncus agrees as the man should not have called out to give warning. ANd then there's Uncus's death later on.

   He was so vain.  This young man had it all. A chiseled physique, the hottest new car, a handsome face, all the money he will ever need.  The son of one of the wealthiest men in town.  He had his own pool, his own workout room, even his own personal trainer.  Like I said, this young man had it all. 

          He had completed high school a year ago.  Instead of going to college, (he didn't need it since his parents were loaded.) he spent his nights partying at the club or cruising the strip.  His parents were rarely home, so he had the mansion to himself.

           Besides his cruising, partying, working out and going to the beach, he had one obsession, fantasy role playing games.  That's right, especially D&D.  He would get a large group together and play a module or two almost every day.  He even paid professionals to come be the dungeon masters for the games.

           He loved the adventures, the stories, and most of all, the kills.  He even had a room decorated especially for the games.  He was that obsessed.

          One day as he was driving home from a late night clubbing, he met an old homeless lady sitting on the curb outside the club.  She asked him for some change.  Luckily, he had a small pocketful.  He handed it to her with a wink.

          She smilingly took it and placed a small talisman in his hand.  "This," she said, "will grant you one wish. "  

          The young man placed it in his pocket and walked away.  "What a crazy old coot," he thought.  

          Later that night, a few of his buddies finished off another D&D module.  Only one of his buddies characters survived the game.  His own character died early on with an imp's sword through his gut.  He still hung around to listen to the storyline and hear how each of his buddies either died or beat the game.  

          After they all went home, the young rich guy took a shower.  The hot steamy water washed away the sweat and grime of the day.  When he got out, he wrapped a towel around him and picked up his clothes.  The talisman fell out of the pocket onto the floor.

          He picked it up and jokingly decided to give it a try.  But, what to wish for?  He had everything he ever needed or wanted.  He held out the talisman, let out a chuckle and said, "I wish D&D was real for one night.

          He was surprised when the lights flickered out.  It scared him briefly, but knew it was just a coincidence that the lights went out.  He grabbed one of the bathroom candles and lit it.  He looked at himself in the mirror, shook his head and laughed.  "That was some great timing."

         "I agree," said a voice from the mirror.  There, in the reflection, the young man saw a demon in the mirror.  It was all too real.  His wish had come true.  But he knew the rules, demons couldn't come out of mirrors.  

          He pointed at the demon and laughed.  "Haha, you can't get me from there."  The demon stared at him grinning.  

          The young man felt something cold pressed against his abs.  He looked down on the counter and there stood an imp with it's blade against the young man's stomach.

          The demon in the mirror commanded the imp.  "Do it."

          The young man's eyes widened at the forcefulness of the command.  Before he could react, the imp rammed the sword straight into his upper abs.  He felt the blade slice easily through his body.  He looked down at the sword handle sticking out of his gut.  

Prime YOUNG male MEAT ready to feel cold steel in the belly with PRIDE and LUST

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          He was constantly drunk and bragging.  Showing off his "skills" with the spear was a nightly occurrance, This night, he was boasting about how strong his abs were.  He made sure everyone in the bunkhouse felt his abs.  A couple of guys even punched his hard gut.

          He then began bragging how his abs were strong enough to repel a spear.  Finally, someone called him on his bluff.  His drunk ass put money on the table and stood up to the challenge.  He had the guy try to ram the spear into his gut.

           Sure enough, there was only an audible thud when the tip of the spear bounced off his abs.  This was remarkable.  Each of the guys took turns trying, not realizing that he had placed a rubber tip on the point of his spear.  He was cockier and more boastful than ever.

          Then, it was my turn.  As he was boasting, he didn't see me remove the protective piece of rubber.  He turned towards me and I rammed the spear full force into his belly-button.  The sharp point easily tore through his gut and out his back.

I'd like to invite any warriors out there to pick your favourite target(s) out of these hot hunks (1 to 14). If you'd like to imagine facing them in combat, what type of weapon would you choose to have in your hand, and where exactly on their fine bodies would you be aiming it?

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I'm looking forward to your thoughts on this, and to see if my own preferences are anything like yours. I'll then let you know, for comparison.

Thanks,

Bruce.

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I'd love to join these fit looking guys in a swordfight, but with us all wearing only leather Spartan style briefs to make our muscular bodies more visible and vulnerable.
I'd prefer our weapons to be rapiers, and we'd occasionally aim our weapons at each other's navels. The thought of one of these agile guys hitting my sweetspot with a slim rapier blade is so hot for me.
Do any other warriors here have similar thoughts to share?

Thanks,

Bruce.