Hi everyone, I was recommended this amazing place by one of my patrons. It's great to be here!

Not sure if you've heard of me, I go by the name Jack Steel and I create art and stories.

I've been on Patreon for a while now, but I've decided to close my page. As a result, I'm putting feelers out for anyone who might want commission work done. (I hope it's okay to post this thread... if not, please feel free to delete. I don't want to break any rules).

If you’d like a piece of artwork or a story tailored specifically to YOUR fantasies, I am at your service. Almost anything goes - stabbing, impaling, disemboweling, castration, beheading, skull-fucking, whatever you like really, just nothing underage. 
 
ARTWORK RATES
 
Prices for unique customized artwork will depend on what you're after and how complex the composition will be.

As a general idea, I would charge $120 US for a single character artwork.
For two characters, I would charge $180 US.
 
Again, it depends what you want.
 
The artwork will be tailored to exactly what you want - ie, age, look, hair, body type, style of death or attack (ie, sword, spear, knives, arrows, gunfire, etc), any clothing or jewelry or armor, etc. It's YOUR fantasy so I'll create it exactly as you wish. 
 
The artwork would then belong to you exclusively to do with as you wish.

If you'd like to purchase non-exclusive artwork for only $15 each, please email me for a selection of preview pics - jacksteel@email.com   
 
STORY RATES
 
If you’d like a story written to fulfill a particular fantasy, rates are:
 
$175 US for 3,000 – 4,500 words
$225 US for 4,500 – 6,000 words
 
Once again, the story will belong to you to do with as you wish once paid in full.
 
I look forward to hearing from anyone who's interested. Feel free to contact me with any questions - jacksteel@email.com
 
Thanks to everyone who has enjoyed my work!
 
Jack

The best arrowing video you have ever seen:
https://www.watchfighters.com/posts/armi...g-wynlvlbs

Okay, we are having some in-fighting again.  Remember, we all love fighting with swords, spears, guns, arrows, fists, teeth, spikes and the occasional monster.  We celebrate the toxic masculinity of war, death and strife.  What we hate is verbal drama, that's for the ladies. 

While there is an occasional inappropriate post that needs to be reported (namely child-porn-type posts, or actual threats to harm others), there is no need to troll or degrade the work of others. 

I am offering a couple versions of what I would like to say concerning the matter.


Non-offensive version

Just a friendly reminder to please keep comments civil.  This forum tries to cater to a variety of tastes.  If you see a story, video or artwork that doesn't suit your fancy, move on to the next one.  No need to trash on the people who posted in the comments.  Simple fact, you won't like every post.  Move on  to the next one or post something better. 

Old-Man version

Listen here, you candy-assed punks.  If you don't have anything nice to say, shut the f**k up.  These sum-bitches are sharing their hard work here.  IF you don't like it, Piss off. You wouldn't survive a minute back in the day when we stormed the beaches of Normandy.

Duche-bag version

F**k off, you f**king f**kers.  If you don't like what someone posts, then post your own shit.  I will rip your ass to shreds.

Manly Gladiator Arena Version
All Hail a Glorious Victory in your search.  But if your find yourself in a loss, Do not whine and cry like a pussy-assed bitch.  Merely pass on in glory to another battle.

Those are different ways of saying the same thing.  I now challenge you, to post your own version in the comments below.  Thank you for your participation.

It was a quiet Monday night as Jerry and Peter went to their local High School.  Jerry was a tall slender muscular young man with light sandy hair, dark blue eyes and a slow even smile.  Peter was the same height and not so athletic, but slim as well, with short curly brown hair, bright blue eyes covered by horn rimmed glasses, and a quick smile and always ready to laugh.  Both had graduated a year earlier and the nineteen year old twins had went into a door they knew where the lock was broken.  They went down the dark corridors to the pool.  Minutes later they came out of the dressing room on to the deck of the pool and Jerry turned on the lights above and in the pool.
"You know we're going to get caught doing this one of these days." said Peter.
Peter looked down at the green speedos that his brother had supplied him, then at Jerry's blue speedos.
"I don't particularly care for these shorts either." said Peter.
"Oh quit complaining.  They cut down on the resistance in the water, and you little brother need to learn how to swim." said Jerry.
Jerry dove into the water and came back to the surface wiping the water from his eyes.  Peter took off his glasses and lay them on deck.  He sat down on the deck and slid down into the water than was only up to his broad chest.  He took a deep breath and slid down under the water.  He quickly popped back up and shook his head.
"Nope, sorry, but this is just not for me.  You do your thing, and I'll do mine." said Peter as he waded to the ladder.
Jerry smiled and shook his head as Peter began to climb up the ladder.  Jerry ducked under the surface and began swimming across the pool underwater as Peter pulled himself up the ladder not knowing the someone was watching and admiring the way the water glistened on his long lean body.  Peter wipded his hair back and picked up his glasses.  He had just put his glasses on his face when heard a loud solid thump.  Peter looked back at the pool where the sound had come from.  Peter's baby blue eyes widened and his mouth fell open when he saw Jerry bob up to the surface facing the ceiling.  The reason for Peter's dismay was a diving spear stuck about an inch above Jerry's outie navel.  Peter watched in stunned silence as a man in scuba gear stood up out of the water.  The diver pulled a spear gun up out of the water and pointed it at Peter.  Peter took a step back and found nothing but wall behind him.
"No!  Don't!  Please not in the belly!  Not in the bell..." pleaded Peter as the diver took aim.
Shh-thump.
"...LLllllllllllleeeeeeeeeeeee!" finished Peter with a scream as he bent over with a spear in the middle of his flat belly.
Peter shook his head as he stumbled forward bent over a little.  He looked up at where his brother floated motionless.
"Ohhhh!" moaned Peter as he tumbled headfirst into the pool.
His momentum carried him forward and when he came up the surface the two brothers floated side by side belly up in the water.  The diver took several pictures of them floating from different angles, then climbed out of the pool.  He went to the door and opened it allowing several men to come in.  The pulled Jerry and Peter's limp bodies out of the pool and pulled the spears out of their bellies, revealing that all had penetrated was nothing more than a needle.  One of the men lay his hand on Peter's belly over his deep quarter sized navel.
"I can feel his ventral artery pumping.  They're still alive." he said.
"I know.  The drug just paralyzes them.  Don't worry they'll get it soon enough." said the diver.
The twins speedos were removed and tossed into the pool, then they were loaded into a waiting van.  Nearly an hour later Jerry and Peter were taken into a warehouse and into a room that looked like a lab.  Both still had their eyes open and could see and hear what was going on around them, but because of the drug they couldn't move.  They also found that much to their dismay they could still feel everything, every hand that picked them up and the occasional carress that they weren't expecting.  The two were stood up in frames that held them straight up as if they were in attention in the military.  They sprayed something on to them from their feet up to their knees, which they couldn't see but felt cold until it hardened like metal and they couldn't feel their skin below their knees.
"Now we get to the fun part." said the man who had shot them, he had long since removed the scuba suit and now wore a white lab coat.
He picked two cattle prods and walked up to Peter.  He handed one of them to an assistant, who stuck the end at the small of Peter's back.  In his mind Peter screamed and tried to move, but all that happened was his muscles tightened.  The man in the lab coat put the end of his prod in the slight dip at Peter's waist below his navel.  Again Peter tried to scream, but the only real reaction was that his dick stiffened and pointed straight out.
"Works every time." said the kidnapper.
They quickly sprayed Peter's hard dick and balls, then covered his thighs and butt.
"I would really like to have had a turn at that before we covered him, but it does look even hotter now that it's golden." said the assistant.
Peter's mind raced as he realized what they were doing while they sprayed over his back, belly and chest.  They were coating him with a fast drying, bonding, hardening gold compound.  Turning him into a gold statue.  They covered his arms  and then moved up to his neck.  The man in the coat pulled off Peter's glasses and removed the lenses, then sprayed the frames with the gold spray.
"Too bad we couldn't leave his head intact.  He's got some dynamite eyes, and I would love to kiss those lips." said the assistant.
The man in the lab coat looked annoyed at his assistant.
"Now here's were they get it.  Right now his chest and belly are both constricted so he's having a hard time breathing.  When we cover his face it's only a matter of minutes before he suffocates." said the man in the lab coat.
"Then we do his brother the same way?" asked the assistant.
"Exactly." said the man in the lab coat.
Peter screamed in his mind again as the gold spray began to cover his face, then it covered his still open eyes, so he could not see anything.  He found out quickly that the gold had sealed his mouth shut and plugged his nose as well.  Peter could do nothing but stand there and die.

Friday evening of the same week the man who had been in a lab coat, now wearing a suit led another man in a white western suit and cowboy had down a hall in a multi room mansion in Texas.  At the end of the corridor stood Jerry and Peter glistening in gold and all their naked glory.  They stood facing each other with only the tips of their stiff penises touching each other.  The cowboy ran up to them with a shout of delight.
"You filled the order perfectly.  A jock and a nerd.  You tell me these two were twin brothers?" said the cowboy as he ran his finger across the top of their dicks from Jerry's belly to Peter's belly.
"They were." said the killer.
The cowboy smiled as he ran his hands up and down their bellies.
"Oh they will go just perfectly in my collection.  I can show them off in the library and no one will ever know the difference." said the cowboy.
He stood up and kissed Jerry's golden lips, then Peter's.
"They are so much easier to deal with than the tramps you pull of the street." said the cowboy.
"When you get bored with them I will be happy to find more acquisitions for the collection." said the killer as he walked back down the corridor.

You have just fought a long hard battle with another warrior.  At the end you were able to disarm him, now what do you do?

Here's the premise behind the story.  You are in the woods hunting with a quiver full of arrows and a bow.  You come up to the top of a hill and the at the bottom is a secluded little spring fed pond.  Before you can make it down the hill a guy walks up, and he's just your type.  Much to your amazement he pulls off his clothes and jumps in the pond for a little afternoon skinny dipping.  You know there is no one else around so you draw an arrow and get ready to shoot.  Where does the first arrow go?

Shortly after a horn blows and the sound of combat can be heard atop the cliff. We ram our axes in the cliffside and start our acent and wihtin moments arrows start raining down on us. One of the heavier recruits got shot with an arrow in his shoulder and lost his footing and fell to his death. Other members of my party get instantly killed by an arrow to the head. I look upwards and see two scantly dressed archers nocking the next volley of arrows. They let loose and I hear the screams of members of my squad fall to their doom. I press on, dodging an arrow by a hair. We arrive to the peak and I grab one of the archers by the foot and tug. She falls on her back and I climb uptop of her and hurl my axes at the other's chest straight at the heart instantly killing her and splitting open her leather chest piece and revealing her lucious breasts and pink nipples. I turn to the victim underneath me and wrap my hands around her throat and throttle her. As she struggled, she kicked and punched attempting to push me off her. Her fair face turned red and her freckles became more apparent as she struggled for air. Her legs stretched outwards and her eyes grew more frantic till her neck snapped and she lies still underneath me. Her eyes permanently staring emptily into the void. I reach for her jewel adorned navel and pluck the jewel placed within her enlarged navel. My men rendezvous with me after I pick up the other archer's jewel.

Fighting at the gate halts as more Valkery are ordered to protect their exposed rear and push us back. Their diminished forces at the gates create an opening allowing Bolas, Selius and their team to breach the gate and enter Telmara. My men start engaging the enemy and cutting them down where I can see one man bash another leather clad valkery with his shield, knocking her down and dragging her by hear feat backwards towards his companions for them to undress her. We push inwards as more and more women engage us and slowing our advance, their longshields and spears allow for better protection and their spearheads quickly enter our exposed vulnrable bellies. Two at either side of me get steel thrusted into their midriff, and start falling on their backs. "Aaaarrggh!!! Right in my navel hole!!" screams the younger of two as his waist band is lifted upwards when he fell. His manhood stands tall and faces his killer like the spear pinned downwards in his navel. The older one is the fatter of the two and was stabbed in his underbelly, he lays on his back silent and stoic, pushing out his belly and arching his back presenting hix executrix another chance at penetrating his navel too. Sadly he gets pierced in the heart and dies instantly never getting a chance to empty his balls. The warrior women push us backwards enveloping the dying young man. I spot an ebony valkery remove her waist cloth and reveal her jewel and her smooth and wet pussy she says "This one will provide!". She grinds at the spear shaft before gently lowering herself on the dying man. Within seconds his engorged member is swallowed by her waiting pussy. He grasps the spear in his navel and thrusts his cock upwards stabbing it firmly into her pussy. His moans grow louder as she stradles him and letting his seed flow freely into her. An earshot away Selius can be seen wielding his axe and planting it firmly into a valkeries belly vertically pushing her jewel even deeper into her navel. He rips the jewel from her bleeding belly and slashes into another. I use my axe and hack at their spears and smash the hilt of my axe into a valkeries head knocking her out. "Watch out!" says one of comrades who gets in the way of spear ment for me. He gets impaled in the heart and dies imediatly. I grab the end of the spear in his chest and pull his killer up close, disarming her. Quickly I wrap my right hand around her neck and pull her onto me and bend her slightly in a way so that the tip of my rock hard cock is aimed directly at her smooth virgin pussy. "Do not defile me!" screams the shaking Amzy warrior. The young girl must have been barely eighteen and had little to no training. I dislodge her blue jewel and graze her navel with my dagger. I say "Enjoy being penetrated by both, you witch!" and then thurst both my cock and dagger simultaniously. Her moans ring like a beautiful melody with every thurst of cock and blade before begging and saying "Do it f-aster m-ake me c-umm!". One que I twist my blade leave the handle sticking out of her destroyed navel and push my cock deeper into her squirting pussy. "I'm cu-mming! I'm -cumm-ing! Aaaa-aarr-ggg!!!!" says the redhead Amzy valkery and both of us cum together before letting her lifeless corpse droop to the floor like a used rag.

This is pitched to members into large-scale battles. I will eventually pay developers to have a game made, or a mod to an existing game.

The big problem is you can't have it all. The core concept of the game has to be focused, for the budget to be realistic. Here are the possibilities I'm interested in. Please vote on your favorite above?

More about the options:
First-person combat--e.g. Call of Duty. +Most personal. +You are behind the eyes of your guy's kills and, if you play badly, deaths. +Great existing games may be moddable. -Anything that doesn't happen in your visual field, you don't get to experience. -Great graphics are costly.

Large war RT strategy--e.g. Total War. +Guys throw away their lives cheap on your orders. +Hundreds or thousands may go down, still in the formations you put them in. -You're far from the action when commanding, must zoom in and pause/replay a lot to see any detail. -All the action means it's programmed without much specificity. There may be 15 or 30 unique trooper death animations, plus a few or special scenarios or unlocks based on the accomplishments or tactics, but eventually you have to start reusing because the game is rendering the map, not the visual area.

Small field squad--meant to be a hybrid of FPS and RTS. +s and -s of both may clash or cancel out. But great for multiplayer. Also great that you get to know the backstories of each guy you're probably gonna die piled with.

Open word--e.g. Fortnite. Expensive and I'm unlikely to be able to go in this direction, except maybe by modding Fortnite. Also few opportunities relevant to our kink. EXCEPT it might be fun to design custom fields/obstacles for men to fall on, plus traps. And the open world means far greater flexibility in making exactly how you want it to be.

80s-esque--e.g. Goldeneye, Outlaws. +Cool style; sometimes keeping the gameplay and graphics simple really help the theme pop. I'll bet no one has made a bit game featuring an emphasis on kinky male death, but I do remember a sexy lil animation called Bullet-Man. +Usually cost effective to make from scratch. -Obvi more gamey and less realistic. -Much more scripted cutscenes, less you control what happens based on what you do.

Arcade/simplified--e.g. Duck Hunt with muscular paratroopers in jockstraps that pile at the bottom of your screen when you kill them, or a shooting gallery side scroller (an absurdly stylized western or dystopian killing game). +Easiest to make by far +Simplicity gives focus, and probably could take ideas and program 2-4 unique mini games. -Little control for the player. No wide variety of things that might happen.

No matter which of these I go with, there will be a few obvious features the game has (which some popular shooters/battle-themed games lack, unfortunately) just for us: zoom in, slow down, replay kills, hopefully even body cutaways/damage detail, and above all the option to linger a long time, control camera over, and interact with wounded and dead studs. Big emphasis on ragdoll physics, naturally  

Most of the heart of it is going to be customization, so the game can thrill the kinky player no matter the specific things that turn them on or off. 
Definitely included customizations: 
- Appearances of characters to get killed--definitely clothing/lack of it, hopefully body shape and features. 
- Corpse teasing or sex: options or game objectives--You can turn it off completely if you want, but there can be settings like guys cum when they die, or if you hit the right target directly, or you score points by touching or using corpses or shooting them again or whatever you like

Hopefully included customizations:
- Weapon types and eras (probably a big budget increase so I'm likely to go with my main lust--modern warfare and guns
- More detailed views and controls for those who prefer intimate 1 on 1 combat, unlike me who wants my guys to die in rows and piles 
- Death achievements, epic deaths, body pile formations, etc

Hey guys, I've been wondering, if a person is deep asleep and his bellybutton is punctured say using a screwdriver, will he be able to experience the pain immediately upon the penetration of his navel base or will there be a time lag or he won't feel a thing?

Anyone had a real experience before and can share?