Franck and Michael knew each other for a while. They were dedicated swordsmen. Franck seemed even only to be alive when he engaged in action, working out at the gym, having sex with another muscular guy or, above all, playing sword. He was otherwise always distracted and slightly apathic. Michael was gay too, both guys were aware of the preferences of each other, but they were not attracted to each other and never had sex together.
Sam was Franck’ latest lover. But Sam had been seduced by Michael, and turned away from Franck who was still in love with him.
 “Let’s meet in the forest, motherfucker!” Franck shouted to Michael after he discovered the situation.
After hunting each other in the field, Michael leads Franck down into the forest to a dried up river bed - a private and open sandy place that is perfect for settling their dispute once and for all. As they agreed to, both men will fight fully naked, with only their sword. They undressed with no words.


The blond Franck was obviously aroused by the excitement of the death match to come. His fully engorged cock was erect and hard, like a second sword. Michael was cooler, and his own half-erect cock was jutting and dangling in front of him.
The two men rushed against each other, swords drawn, eyes locked. Franck's sword gleamed coldly in the dim light of the forest cover; a terrible offset from the warm glow of Michael's long sword, which glowed warmly in his hand.
The two met in the middle, loud clank and sparks flying as the blade clashed.
During the first blows, Michael concentrated on his defence and let his muscles settle into the rhythm of swordplay. After several minutes of attempting to get past Michael's defences, Franck lost his temper and began to batter at him as if to pound him into the ground.
The fight climaxed when Franck stroke with a dangerous thrust from his broad sword. Michael deflected it with its own blade, spinning to strike Franck's other side. The swing was high, aimed for the neck, but Franck brought his blade around to counter it. Locking the swords, Franck spun to thrust his left fist into Michael's stomach. But Michael was too fast, he twisted the blade down, locking his foes sword in his hand guard, and pushing Franck away. Now Franck was open, so Michael pulled his blade, taking Franck off balance, and thrust his long sword into his foe's naked chest.


Franck got impaled on the sword, but he wasn't dead yet.... he let his sword fall from his hand and stumbled forward to hug his killer in a desperate attempt to stay on his feet. As Franck hugged Michael, the latter thrust his sword forward into his rival’s body to the hilt. The tip of the blade popped out of his back, and Franck’s blood spurted high in the air. The fighter’s cocks touched, having a swordfight of their own. This burning contact caused Michael a spasm of pleasure. His dangling cock became instantly hard and swollen, and he shot his load immediately, spraying his victim’s chest. Franck also came in his death throes. He gurgled and arched like a man in orgasm, shooting his final load on Michael, went limp and fell to the ground, dead...

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The games we played #4 (at the lake)


The last one (well several rounds) was played while visiting my cousins. (this actually was the last time I played “knives”, as it had already evolved back in town and quickly evolved from here). There was myself, Ryan and Matt. Ryan was about a year younger than me and Matt, his older brother was about 2 years older than me. They lived on a small lake out in the middle of nowhere. I had a lot of fun with these two, as we spent plenty of time playing soldiers, warriors, and all-around rednecks in the woods. (I will tell you more about these “other” games in another post.)


One very hot day, we had spent most of the day swimming. In the late afternoon, we took the rowboat out to a pontoon raft out in the middle of the lake. We spent some time jumping off and into the water.


After some time, we laid on the raft talking about several things. I told them about a dream I had in which I was stabbed. I noticed that as I told the story, Matt was rubbing his stomach, especially when I described what it felt like. Ryan asked several questions about the dream while Matt laid there quietly, rubbing his belly. Afterwards, Matt asked me to tell it again. (I dont know if he was turned on by it, or just liked hearing the story for some other reason.)


Anyway, after re-telling the story, I told them about the game of knives (which neither of them had ever played.) So, we decided to play a free-for-all version.


Ryan, was clearly at a disadvantage being the smallest. He had an average build with defined arms. He was a little hyper, which made him harder to get a hit on.


Matt was well-built. He had very little body fat, so his muscles were well-defined. Initially, I was somewhat intimidated by him due primarily to his age and maturity, but I did have a farther reach, which evened things out.


At first, I ruled over them in the game. Matt quickly killed Ryan, who died gracefully and fell into the lake. Once Matt turned towards me, I rammed my blade into his gut. He let out a “huggh.” I'm not sure if I “stabbed” him too hard or he was just surprised by his death. Anyway, it was great acting.


On the next round, Matt came for me first. I was able to grab his arm and Ryan stabbed him in the back. Matt's chest pressed against mine and he slid down my body as he died. Ryan was surprised that he killed Matt, so he didn't do much. I quickly approached him, grabbed his arm and pulled him into my blade.


On another round (there were some rounds that were less than interesting), They both decided to team up against me (as I seemed to be the constant victor.) They both charged. I slid low and stabbed both of them at the same time in the gut. They both fell dead beside me.


On three rounds in a row, I used the jump up thing that I had learned from Greg. (sure it left me vulnerable, but I didn't mind dying every once in a while.) The first three rounds, I got both of them in the chest or back as they ducked down. On the last time, Ryan ducked and I stabbed him in the back as he was down, but Matt had moved to the side and rammed his blade into my exposed gut as I landed. I played the part well. He was so excited about winning, that he (he even asked to do this), held me by the shoulder and kept stabbing me multiple times. When I fell to my knees, He knelt down and kept stabbing me. After a few minutes, I fell onto my back and he continued to stab me. It was awesome. (The most brutal death I had suffered.)


We played a few more rounds, but these were more planned out and were staged so that everyone had a chance to win. We tried out all possible scenarios even a few where we all three died. From here, the game began to change, but I will discuss the changes in another story.

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I offered myself for target practice and found it arousing, imagining where the arrows would hit. The first arrow missed but the second hit its target perfectly, right in the bellybutton.

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