Hi everyone! I'm Adit and I've received permission from @BattlesandDeaths to post here 

I'm a producer of Asian Navel Stabbing videos. Here's my page: https://aditfemi.gumroad.com/
Unfortunately, it's an F/F navel stabbing page :-P

Anyway, in case any of you are interested, below are some screenshots from my latest video called Fitness Model Sexy Suicide. It's about a fitness model committing suicide by stabbing herself in the navel. First, she stabbed herself in the navel with a knife and then flexed her six-pack abs while the knife is stuck halfway in her navel. She then put herself in a push-up position and did some push-ups, making the knife go in and out of her navel, ripping her guts with every push-up. After the push-ups, she then put herself in a sit-up position. She then did some sit-ups until she vomited blood. (https://aditfemi.gumroad.com/l/pvmdjy):






Here some screenshots from other videos:

My Girlfriend's Intestines (https://aditfemi.gumroad.com/l/yrwex)





Extreme Navel Torture I (https://aditfemi.gumroad.com/l/LsNZp) This is my best seller  ;-)




There are dozens of videos like those at my page: https://aditfemi.gumroad.com/
I'm willing to produce M/M custom navel stabbing videos... for a price, of course :-P  DM or send me an email at aditfemi@gmail.com if you have any questions

Adit

https://viotred7.gumroad.com/l/pilqe

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Just wanted to share that Hemlock Films (DarkRooms), the makers of the excellent Strip Club Massacre https://arenafighter.adult/mybb/showthread.php?tid=6529 made another 20 min long film, where a young man has a series of three dreams, in which he is brutally murdered by a masked killer and then wakes up in horror after each dream death. Of course, he will be killed by real at the end.

Mens Cross
https://hemlockfilms.gumroad.com/l/bhfkjz

                               

This sexy dude take several shots from u to his gut

https://viotred7.gumroad.com/l/QOUoJ

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A selection of dudes  captured and facing execution - bayo belly fed execution - take it well

Gut up
(gonna go feel some gut pain myself now)

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From Hawk the slayer 1980.

Here I am in the arena, thousands of cheering citizens, standing and calling for my blood.  How did I get here.  It was pure and simple dumb luck.  The captain of the guard in Ceasar's Palace complained that his soldiers wasn't getting enough respect.  That had nothing to do with me I was just a lowly scribe.  Ceasar in his ruthless wisdom just pointed out five people at random: a serving girl, one of the sentries at the door, his own nephew, one of his favorite courtier's and then me.
"Take them to the arena and have your men use them for target practice." said Ceasar.
Ceasar's nephew tried to fight, but we were all overwhelmed by guards and dragged out of the palace.  Within the hour we were all here in the arena, stripped nude and tied spread eagle on targets.  I couldn't see what happened to the serving girl, but heard her scream when they threw spears at her, and the final gagging croak that I could only believe was her death throes.
"They can't do this to me!" protested Ceaser's nephew beside me.
I had been a scribe in Caesar's court long enough to know that they could do what ever they wanted.  One of the soldiers mounted a horse and galloped toward us.  He picked up a trident that had been stuck in the ground half way to the targets.  He threw the trident as he trident as he turned his horse and I heard the courtier let out a scream.  I stretched my neck out to see and wish I hadn't because the trident stuck in the young man's throat.  Several of the guards drew their swords as they approached.
"Die well!" said the sentry as he steeled himself.
The sentry let out a scream as three swords drove deep into his belly.  He gagged as another sword went through his heart.
"Oh no!  You can't!" gasped Caesar's nephew as the point of a sword settled just above his penis.
With one quick motion and sickly wet tearing sound the sword jerked up the full length of the young man's washboard stomach.  He shook his head the guard moved back laughing.  He gurgled on his own blood as his entrails spilled out in front of him.  I gulped as I realized it was my turn and a line of archers walked onto the field.  I had attended the games often and saw many gladiators and prisoners fall with arrows in their bodies and watched them twist and writhe in pain.  I had wondered how it felt, now I was about to find out.  The archers were going to take turns, each firing a single arrow and I was there target.  The first arrow seemed to move at slow motion as it flew toward me, then the unimaginable pain as the point dug into my belly about a finger breadth above my navel.  I couldn't breathe, it felt like a volcano erupting in my guts.  Then another arrow hit my right thigh, tearing the muscle and sending even more agony through my body.  I was screaming, but I couldn't hear it over the blood pounding in my ears.  Another arrow hit, this time going into my belly button and shooting searing pain through my entire body.  I tried to move and I tried to squirm, but I was too securely tied.  I could do nothing but watch another archer prepare his arrow.  This one hit just at my waist below my navel and was even more painful than the rest.  I tried desperately to bend over.  Every time I would catch my breath I would expel it again in a scream of pain.  There was one final archer ready to fire and I hope he would merciful and put an end to my suffering.  The captain of the guard held up his hand and the archer lower the shaft, but held it ready to shoot.  I could do nothing but whimper and tremble in pain as the captain of the guard walked up to me.
"Let this be a lesson to all.  This man was heard criticizing the royal guard.  His fate will be that of any who do so." said the captain.
"But I!  I said nothing!" I gasped.
"I know that, but they don't." whispered the captain as he moved closer to me.
He wrapped his hand around the top arrow in my belly and gave it a twist, then the one in my navel, then the one in my waist.  I shrieked with each addition to my pain and he seemed to enjoy watching me suffer.  The captain of the guard stepped back and nodded to the final archer.  He raised his arrow again and I watched the shaft fly toward me.  I felt the solid hit as it burrowed into my chest, then the explosion of pain as it penetrated my heart.  I tried to suck in a breath, but it wouldn't come, then came the bitter acrid taste of blood from down in my throat and flooding up into my mouth.  I felt the blood run over my lower lip as I could no longer hold my head up.  I opened my eyes, but they rolled upward and all I could see was red.  I heard a distant slow thump as what was left of my heart tried to beat, then stop and everything went black.

How should he die?  I would welcome anyone else to try, (please do you are all so much better at the re touches!)

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From the story "Execution Of Stephanus", an older commission for a very good friend.
Enjoy.
   

https://viotred7.gumroad.com/l/ionmf

His belly is waiting

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