12-29-2023, 04:06 PM
It was them versus me in the arena. I used all my strength to fend them off, but one had a spear and the other a sword. My stomach was already slashed, and my cock was stiff. The sun burned our skin and the sand burned our feet.
I kicked at Artus with my right foot, landing a solid blow to his stomach. He doubled over and fell to his knees, coughing. That was when Xavier struck me from behind.
I felt the tip of his spear enter my back and I yelled in surprise and pain. I watched as his spear exited my muscled stomach through my navel. The bloody metal tip tore through my shallow navel and exposed about eight inches of wooden shaft. I felt my knees give out.
"We have you now, Antonius," Artus coughed.
My cock began dripping pre-cum onto the hot sand. Xavier noticed, and then came up beside me. He knelt beside me and grasped my throbbing manhood. The crowd cheered as he began masturbating me, and I concentrated on getting off one last time instead of focusing on the pain in my belly.
"Make my death last. Give the crowd a show."
Artus looked at me. "I will, old friend."
I came at last, my sperm shooting across the sand. Satisfied at last, Xavier put his foot on my back and ripped the spear from my body. I screamed, and I suddenly tasted blood. I began coughing up blood, and I felt it drip onto my chest. Artus swiped his sword across my stomach, splitting me open. My intestines spilled onto the sand and I just stared at the bloody pile at my knees.
"Make it count," I said to him. I puffed out my chest and closed my eyes.
Suddenly, I heard Artus yell and I felt his sword crash into my chest. My heart was skewered by the blade, and I opened my eyes. I gasped and our eyes locked.
"Be free, my friend," he whispered.
He ripped his sword from my chest and I collapsed onto the sand. I tried to breathe, but it was impossible. I died seconds later as the crowd cheered.
I kicked at Artus with my right foot, landing a solid blow to his stomach. He doubled over and fell to his knees, coughing. That was when Xavier struck me from behind.
I felt the tip of his spear enter my back and I yelled in surprise and pain. I watched as his spear exited my muscled stomach through my navel. The bloody metal tip tore through my shallow navel and exposed about eight inches of wooden shaft. I felt my knees give out.
"We have you now, Antonius," Artus coughed.
My cock began dripping pre-cum onto the hot sand. Xavier noticed, and then came up beside me. He knelt beside me and grasped my throbbing manhood. The crowd cheered as he began masturbating me, and I concentrated on getting off one last time instead of focusing on the pain in my belly.
"Make my death last. Give the crowd a show."
Artus looked at me. "I will, old friend."
I came at last, my sperm shooting across the sand. Satisfied at last, Xavier put his foot on my back and ripped the spear from my body. I screamed, and I suddenly tasted blood. I began coughing up blood, and I felt it drip onto my chest. Artus swiped his sword across my stomach, splitting me open. My intestines spilled onto the sand and I just stared at the bloody pile at my knees.
"Make it count," I said to him. I puffed out my chest and closed my eyes.
Suddenly, I heard Artus yell and I felt his sword crash into my chest. My heart was skewered by the blade, and I opened my eyes. I gasped and our eyes locked.
"Be free, my friend," he whispered.
He ripped his sword from my chest and I collapsed onto the sand. I tried to breathe, but it was impossible. I died seconds later as the crowd cheered.
