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The Stable Boy - BattlesandDeaths - 07-16-2019
Brad was a cocky American. Some damned cowboy, who had no clue as to his place in society. He had grown up bouncing between youth ranches for troubled teens, until he met the duke's son. They both turned 18 within a month of each other. When the duke's son decided to return to his home, he brought Brad back as a stable hand.
While Brad's attitude was in need of being checked, he was most certainly good with horses. He had been working in the stables for 4 years. Carrying buckets of food and water really taxed his strength and the result was a firm, muscular build.
The duke's son would sneak out regularly to the stables, where Brad was and the two would hold private encounters in the straw of an empty stable. Brad loved it. While he was always to be submissive as a servant, those encounters made him the master of the future duke. What could be more exhilarating than making his master's son kneel before him, or to make him groan from pain and pleasure.
Rumors began quietly circulating about Brad and the duke's son. One night, the duke took a few of his men and went out to the stables, catching the two young lovers.
The duke dragged his son back to the manor house, leaving his men to handle Brad. Ever so cocky, Brad pulled up his pants and looked at the duke's head servant. “So, what you gonna do now? Fire me?”
The head servant only gave a mere smirk..... “Sort of.” To that, he gave a nod to the five men with him and each one pulled a cross bow from his back.
Brad was shocked. “What the hell is this?” He stood arrogantly by the wall. He was already pissed from being treated as an inferior, but the nerve of these bastards, threatening him like this. They didn't need weapons. All they needed to do was tell him to go and he would gladly leave.
The duke's men each locked an arrow in his bow and held it in front of them. “What the f**k is this? You're going to kill me?” Brad could see from the look on the lead servant's face that this was the case.
“You should have thought twice before creating such a scandal in the duke's household. You're nothing but a filthy stable rat, thinking you could screw your way into the manor house.”
“So, what? Now you're gonna kill my for f**king his son. Why not kill him for f**king me?”
“His father will deal with him. You, on the other hand, would most likely use this to blackmail the duke into some sort of annual income. We will not stand for you tarnishing the name of this house.”
Brad watched as the servants all aimed their bows at his bare chest. His mind quickly jumped. His initial thought was to run like hell. He could feel his bare feet clench against the floor. No, he thought. I'm not going to run.
Brad looked defiantly at the servants. He spread out his arms and braced himself against the wall. He raised his chin and glared at the head servant. “F**k you and your master's house.”
With that, the arrows let go. Brad felt the first two hit him in the chest, causing his chest to twist first to the right, then to the left. A third arrow nailed him below the navel, causing his hips to jump forward. The final two rammed into his upper abs, forcing him to bend forward.
Brad, merely let out a hardened grunt when the arrows began slamming into him. The bow from the arrows forced him backward towards the wall. He grasped the wall, forcing himself to remain standing. He stared down at the five arrow protruding from his handsome body.
He could feel the blood in his lungs. His manhood began throbbing out it's final burst. It took all he could to stay standing. He grasped the wall with all the strength in his hands. He could not show any weakness to these bastards. His anger was flaring, but he knew anything he tried, would only make the pain worse. His facial expression flowed between anger, pain and fear,
A sickening feeling began crawling through his stomach as the blood trickled out of his wounds. His breath was becoming stronger, heavier. He could taste the blood in the back of his throat. His breaths gargled as he sought to hold in the air. His mind began blackening. He felt his back sliding down against the plaster wall as his life finally faded.
The Stable Boy - MichaelEcola - 08-14-2019
Would this perhaps suggest that HNIR is the most combat effective ryu? Tried, developed with maximum efficiency then tested by one of the best?