He thought they were nothing but some damned farmers with pitchforks.  The hot young soldier thought he'd show off to the members of his unit when they were sent into the small farming village.
          He pulled off his shirt and wrapped himself in weaponry.  Turning to his unit, he said, "Watch me go all Rambo on their asses."  With those words, he charged right in.
          The battle turned rough pretty quick and within short time, he was separated from his unit.  Alone, he tried to hold off the revolting farmers until his ammunition ran out. 
          He came out of his hiding place, unarmed with his arms in the air.  He figured an easy surrender, a simple cell, a simple escape during the night.
          The farmers slowly approached, knowing this soldier had killed several villagers.  Seeing him unarmed, one farmer exacted his revenge.
          The soldier let out a grunt as the farmer rammed a spear into his hard muscular gut. 

I remember finding this movie on the old Arenafighter forum, and I decided to post a link for those that haven't watched it. It features several scenes with shirtless guys taking arrows and blades to their guts.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YRk36xGsPOw

Hey blade. I know you're a member and I always liked your stuff but see it too few times. Can you maybe post some stuff? Your own blog hasn't had anything new for NINE years? I mean you can post your hot body, your hot cosplay, your hot character depictions, etc or even stories you have. ANYTHING would be nice! I just like your stuff.

I just love yoru stuff a lot and hope for more

Just hoping! Love your stuff.

Just wondering.

just wondering

A hot guy is standing next to the window soaking up the sun, then a spear flies through the window and slices through his navel, and finally burying itself in his guts.
 
    At first, all he hears is the horrible squishing and crunching sounds coming from his belly as the spear landed in him, causing him to involuntarily let out a grunt. Then, he can't see anything because his brain is temporarily overloaded with the sharp, severe pain starting to blossom out from the wound like a cruel flower. When he finally understands what happened, he looks at the spear sticking out of his belly in disbelief and cant figure out what to do.


       


    Little does he know, the anonymous attacker used a high-tech spear that can still do damage to the poor victim. As the pain starts to die down after a few seconds, the spearhead starts to release a special poison that makes nerves feel like they're burning, but the horrible feeling will never die down as more of the poison contacts the exposed nerve endings.  the spear also starts to automatically move a little bit to continue to cut his guts. The poor hunk can't help but let out a loud moan as he hears the hard, unforgiving spearhead slicing up more of his soft guts and feels the torturous feeling of his lower guts seemingly on fire. As more of his guts get destroyed, blood starts leaking from his navel wound. He also can feel hot, thick, blood coming up from his throat, giving him a suffocating feeling as it slowly starts to leak from his mouth.


   

    All he can think about now is how to make the pain stop, so he tries to pull the spear from his belly. He tries to pull one time and hears another squishing sound and lets out a horrible, twisted, gargling moan as he is feeling pain worse than anything he's ever imagined as the spearhead gets caught on some of his guts as he tried to pull it out. In the middle of all of the pain and desperation, he loses all logical thinking and continues to try to pull it out, thinking that somehow he would be ok if he did so. The pain forces him on his knees. He tries 3 more times, and each time he releases a loud moaning-scream in response to each new level of pain he didn't know he was capable of feeling. 
    On the 4th time, the spear becomes loose and starts sliding out of his belly, making wet crunching sounds as the spearhead rips through the final few pieces of gut in the way. The tip is almost out of his navel whenever the spearhead loudly rips through a bundle of nerves, sending a violent shudder throughout his beautiful body, and causing him to lose his balance, falling forward. This causes the end of the spear to hit the floor and force the tip right back into his body, forging a new path in his lower gut. He lets out a loud half-moan half-crying sound as the spear completely impales him and pokes out of his back, and his helpless body slowly slides along the spear until he hits the floor. 
    He starts letting out strange sounds of half-crying and half-moaning as he finally realizes that he will never get up from the floor, and all he can do now is wait for the pain to end.
    His assailant watches from his apartment balcony in the building across the street, from where he threw the spear. The assailant is quite happy, as he can watch over the next hour or so as his victim squirms on the ground in pain. He wishes the victim would have fallen with his sexy abs facing up for him to see, but at least after the poor guy dies he'll have a nice scene to look at for a few days. Until the body starts to rot, at least.

   

          He was my sister's boyfriend.  They had been dating for several months now and it seemed to be getting serious.  Being from a broken home, he was over at our house a lot, hanging out with our family.
  
        He was a well-built stud of Italian heritage.  He worked out regularly and had the physique to show.  He and I hung out regularly and on this particular weekend, we had gone on hunting together.  

          He asked me not to tell my sister that we were going together as she might not like him spending the weekend with her gay brother.

         After a long day of travel to one of our family's hunting lodge, we decided to hang out in the hot tub.   I noticed he occasionally glanced over at me, biting his bottom lip.  I've seen this look before on other guys.
  
        As I talked about our plans for hunting the next day, I gently rubbed water on my upper chest and caught him staring again.  Now, to me, it was obvious why he wanted to go hunting with me.  

          I stretched out, laying my foot against his leg.  I saw him take in a breath and close his eyes.  After a few more flirtatious moves during our conversation, I moved over next to him, rubbing my shoulder against his.

         I then rested my hand on his thigh, rubbing the hair on his leg.  He slowly reached down and grabbed my hand.  I was expecting him to move my hand away from him.  Afterall, he was seriously dating my sister.

          Much to my surprise, he moved my hand to his crotch.  I could feel he was hard and ready.  His dark brown eyes were filled with lust as he stared at me.

          "What about my sister?" I asked.

         "Forget her.  It's always been you I wanted."  With those words, his warm, soft lips pressed against mine.  His sweet tongue probed against mine.  I could feel and taste his warm breath.  

         "You got a condom?" I asked.
  
        He got out of the hot tub and went into the main room where our bags were.  'Damn,' I thought to myself.  'This prick really planned this out.'  I pulled one of the decorative swords from the wall and concealed it under the water.  No man, no matter how good looking, was going to betray my sister.

          He got back into the water.  "Are you sure we should do this?  After all, you are dating my sister."  Maybe, I thought, he just might be dissuaded.

          "Look at me," he said, cockily rubbing his torso.  "I'm f**king hot.  You wouldn't be the first person I cheated on her with.  And you won't be the last one either."

          I sat quietly, contemplating my next move.  After a few seconds, I stood up in the water and said,  "Actually, I will be the last."  With that, I rammed the sword into his perfectly toned gut.  

          Well, he did it.  He survived the night in the haunted house.  It was rumored that anyone who attempted to sleep in the dark abandoned building would die.  He awoke to the morning sun and opened the front door to bask in his victory.
      
          When he stepped out, he saw an apparition of the long-dead former owner of the property wielding a dagger.  The ghost grimmaced angrily at him.

           "Ha, I beat you," the young man said.  "I survived the night.  Besides, you can't hurt me.  You're just an apparition and so it your knife."  He gave a cocky smirk to the spectre.

       The ghost threw the knife, which made a thud as it hit the man in his bare muscular chest.  

          The young man was taken aback.  The sound and the sensation of something thudding against his chest felt all too real.  The breath seemed to have been knocked out of him.  He looked down and saw the hilt of the dagger sticking out of his heart,  vibrating with each heartbeat.