10-24-2021, 03:22 AM
*Synopsis: The last thoughts of a condemned soldier as he faces his firing squad.*
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There is nothing left but the wait, and the fall. With his eyes blindfolded all of his other senses are unusually alert. He can hear the distant gunfire where the battle has moved on, and the click of the rifle bolts as the firing squad prepares to fire. He can feel the cool grass and mud between his toes, and the cloth brushing his shoulder as a slight spring breeze wafts by. There will be no more springs for him. He can smell the smoke from the battlefield and taste the fear in his throat. Oh, please God, let it be over soon. His heart is racing and his muscles are tense. The base of his brain sends an urgent message to his balls to CUM NOW, THIS IS THE LAST CHANCE. The soldier is in a trance, the adrenaline pumping thru his veins as his last orgasm washes over him...just as he feels the terrific force of twelve white-hot bullets explode thru his chest. His executioners circle around his body, which death has frozen into a grotesque pose. This fallen warrior is magnificent in death, poignant and sexy as hell. His stiffening cock still manages with its final strength to pump a few tiny spurts of jism onto the ground where it pools and mixes with his blood and bits of his heart. They drag his body away, but his seed remains and soaks into the ground. Later, as the tide of war moves on from this spot, the grass and the birds return. Rain and wind soften the pockmarks on the low wall where the bullets pierced his beautiful body. On the spot where he died a strange plant now sprouts. A mandrake plant marks the lonely place where the executed warrior ejaculated his last drops of semen.
https://fetlife.com/users/437245/pictures/2238069
There is nothing left but the wait, and the fall. With his eyes blindfolded all of his other senses are unusually alert. He can hear the distant gunfire where the battle has moved on, and the click of the rifle bolts as the firing squad prepares to fire. He can feel the cool grass and mud between his toes, and the cloth brushing his shoulder as a slight spring breeze wafts by. There will be no more springs for him. He can smell the smoke from the battlefield and taste the fear in his throat. Oh, please God, let it be over soon. His heart is racing and his muscles are tense. The base of his brain sends an urgent message to his balls to CUM NOW, THIS IS THE LAST CHANCE. The soldier is in a trance, the adrenaline pumping thru his veins as his last orgasm washes over him...just as he feels the terrific force of twelve white-hot bullets explode thru his chest. His executioners circle around his body, which death has frozen into a grotesque pose. This fallen warrior is magnificent in death, poignant and sexy as hell. His stiffening cock still manages with its final strength to pump a few tiny spurts of jism onto the ground where it pools and mixes with his blood and bits of his heart. They drag his body away, but his seed remains and soaks into the ground. Later, as the tide of war moves on from this spot, the grass and the birds return. Rain and wind soften the pockmarks on the low wall where the bullets pierced his beautiful body. On the spot where he died a strange plant now sprouts. A mandrake plant marks the lonely place where the executed warrior ejaculated his last drops of semen.