https://arenafighter.adult/mybb/ Sat, 25 Apr 2026 05:16:30 +0000 MyBB https://arenafighter.adult/mybb/showthread.php?tid=3779 Tue, 07 Jan 2020 07:52:45 +0000 BattlesandDeaths]]> https://arenafighter.adult/mybb/showthread.php?tid=3779 The games we played #5

        As I mentioned before, not everyone was entirely happy with the game of knives. Some of the older boys hated losing and the younger ones hated dying all of the time. However, we found that all of us loved re-enacting awesome kills and deaths.

        The second evolution came about during a game of knives (free-for-all style) in which one of th younger kids hid very well. After about 20 minutes of the last remaining person trying to find him, we all chipped in and searched. Once we found him, we all took turns stabbing him. (nothing great and spectacular, but it did lead to the next two incarnations of the game. We called the new games “hunters” and “killer”.


       In the game of Hunters, one person would hide while every one tried to find them. The first one to kill him was the winner and got to hide next. It was sort of an all vs one, but the “one” was not able to kill. Also the “one” had to be shirtless so we could identify who it was. (this was more of a shirts/skins team thing than anything particular.) I can't recall any single game that stood out as great, but it was a lot of fun, especially if you were the one and the group finally caught you. You got stabbed by several different people, which made it more brutal (and dramatic).

        There was one time when I was the hunted, When they found me, I was pulled out of my hiding spot and the kid who caught me shoved me towards one of the others, who caught me on his blade in my gut. He, then, turned me around and shoved me back and the other guy held his blade out and stabbed me the same way. A third one then grabbed me by the shoulder and stabbed me in the center of the back. I arched my back the the first two again buried their blades deep into my gut again. I fell to my knees and they all started stabbing me in the chest and back until I fell dead.


        In the game Killer, everyone hid but the killer, who then searched for everyone and killed them one-by-one. It was sort of a hide-and-seek type game. Somtimes we would try to hide, especially when the killer was one of the faster guys. Othertimes, we might just sneak around and try to get away.

        Since Greg and I were good friends, we often hid out (or snuck around) together. There seemed to be safety in numbers, though we all knew too well that everyone who wasn't the killer was going to get killed.

        It was a hot summer's day and we had been playing in the sprinklers at one of our friend's house when we decided to play. There were about 10 of use all together, so it was a good game. We had played a few rounds of knives and decided to play killer instead.

        During the first game, Greg and I were hiding in a small cabinet that was in a garage. We could hear the killer take out another kid just outside. I think the victim was Jason, but I'm not really sure. I just remember thinking the sounds he made dying were awesome.

        Greg and I were quietly squeezed side-by side in the cabinet. Greg put his arm around my back to make more room . The sides of our chests were pressed together. I could feel his breathing and could tell when he was holding his breath. We were both sweating heavily in the hot cabinet as we listened carefully. We could hear the killer roaming around in the garage. It was kinda exhiliarating to be hiding from him together.

         After a few minutes, we heard him go up the stairs to the attic of the garage. We both let out a sigh of relief. We could still hear his footsteps upstairs, so we didn't dare to say anything to each other. After some more time had passed, we heard him come back down the stairs. He again searched around but never checked the cabinet. We heard him shut the door to the garage.

         Thinking he had left, I slowly opened the cabinet and peaked out. But he was still in there, checking behind the door. He immediately turned when the cabinet door opened and spotted us. He came running at us.

         Our eyes widened with the shock of being discovered. “Oh, Fuck!” was blurted out by both of us. We quickly pulled the double doors to the cabinet shut and each of us held onto each side. After a short struggle, he was able to yank open the door.

        Greg and I were backed against the back of the cabinet and he reached in and stabbed Greg twice in the gut. Greg let out a gasp and clutched onto me with the arm he had around my back. The killer then looked at me. I tried to raise my arms to defend myself, but he was able to ram his blade into my gut as well. I let out a “huaghh!”, trying to act out the best death possible.

        The killer placed one hand on my shoulder, holding me against the back of the cabinet and pinning Greg's arm behind me. He then took turns stabbing each of us, back-and-forth for several minutes before letting us both die.


        On the same day, one of the younger guys was the killer (he was actually only one year younger than we were, but to us, that was a lot), so Greg and I decided to roam about instead of getting ourselves trapped again. (Although, I must admit, I kinda liked being trapped with him in the cabinet.

       We limited the playing field to just half the block. Greg and I found ourselves a spot near some bushes. We figured if the killer came after us, we could jump over the bushes and get away. After a couple of minutes, the killer did come. When he came around the bushes, both of us leaped over the bush, thinking this guy wouldn't be able to.

        To make a long story short, two things went wrong. First of all, Greg didn't jump high enough and tripped over the edge of the bush falling down in the grass. I stopped and bent down to help Greg up. That's when the second thing went wrong. The killer was able to leap over the bush and landed on me piggyback. He wrapped his arms and legs around me and began repeatedly stabbing me in the chest. I let out a startled yell as he killed me. I fell to my knees with him still on my back.

        He hopped off and I fell face-first into the ground. Greg had just gotten up and the killer grabbed his arm and stabbed him in the gut several times. Greg fell dead on top of me. What was going to be one of our greatest games ended in a quick death for the both of us.


        While both games (hunters and killer) were fun and exciting, we didn't play them very often. Hunters faded out of style and Killer quickly evolved into something even better, but I'll save that for another story.]]> The games we played #5

        As I mentioned before, not everyone was entirely happy with the game of knives. Some of the older boys hated losing and the younger ones hated dying all of the time. However, we found that all of us loved re-enacting awesome kills and deaths.

        The second evolution came about during a game of knives (free-for-all style) in which one of th younger kids hid very well. After about 20 minutes of the last remaining person trying to find him, we all chipped in and searched. Once we found him, we all took turns stabbing him. (nothing great and spectacular, but it did lead to the next two incarnations of the game. We called the new games “hunters” and “killer”.


       In the game of Hunters, one person would hide while every one tried to find them. The first one to kill him was the winner and got to hide next. It was sort of an all vs one, but the “one” was not able to kill. Also the “one” had to be shirtless so we could identify who it was. (this was more of a shirts/skins team thing than anything particular.) I can't recall any single game that stood out as great, but it was a lot of fun, especially if you were the one and the group finally caught you. You got stabbed by several different people, which made it more brutal (and dramatic).

        There was one time when I was the hunted, When they found me, I was pulled out of my hiding spot and the kid who caught me shoved me towards one of the others, who caught me on his blade in my gut. He, then, turned me around and shoved me back and the other guy held his blade out and stabbed me the same way. A third one then grabbed me by the shoulder and stabbed me in the center of the back. I arched my back the the first two again buried their blades deep into my gut again. I fell to my knees and they all started stabbing me in the chest and back until I fell dead.


        In the game Killer, everyone hid but the killer, who then searched for everyone and killed them one-by-one. It was sort of a hide-and-seek type game. Somtimes we would try to hide, especially when the killer was one of the faster guys. Othertimes, we might just sneak around and try to get away.

        Since Greg and I were good friends, we often hid out (or snuck around) together. There seemed to be safety in numbers, though we all knew too well that everyone who wasn't the killer was going to get killed.

        It was a hot summer's day and we had been playing in the sprinklers at one of our friend's house when we decided to play. There were about 10 of use all together, so it was a good game. We had played a few rounds of knives and decided to play killer instead.

        During the first game, Greg and I were hiding in a small cabinet that was in a garage. We could hear the killer take out another kid just outside. I think the victim was Jason, but I'm not really sure. I just remember thinking the sounds he made dying were awesome.

        Greg and I were quietly squeezed side-by side in the cabinet. Greg put his arm around my back to make more room . The sides of our chests were pressed together. I could feel his breathing and could tell when he was holding his breath. We were both sweating heavily in the hot cabinet as we listened carefully. We could hear the killer roaming around in the garage. It was kinda exhiliarating to be hiding from him together.

         After a few minutes, we heard him go up the stairs to the attic of the garage. We both let out a sigh of relief. We could still hear his footsteps upstairs, so we didn't dare to say anything to each other. After some more time had passed, we heard him come back down the stairs. He again searched around but never checked the cabinet. We heard him shut the door to the garage.

         Thinking he had left, I slowly opened the cabinet and peaked out. But he was still in there, checking behind the door. He immediately turned when the cabinet door opened and spotted us. He came running at us.

         Our eyes widened with the shock of being discovered. “Oh, Fuck!” was blurted out by both of us. We quickly pulled the double doors to the cabinet shut and each of us held onto each side. After a short struggle, he was able to yank open the door.

        Greg and I were backed against the back of the cabinet and he reached in and stabbed Greg twice in the gut. Greg let out a gasp and clutched onto me with the arm he had around my back. The killer then looked at me. I tried to raise my arms to defend myself, but he was able to ram his blade into my gut as well. I let out a “huaghh!”, trying to act out the best death possible.

        The killer placed one hand on my shoulder, holding me against the back of the cabinet and pinning Greg's arm behind me. He then took turns stabbing each of us, back-and-forth for several minutes before letting us both die.


        On the same day, one of the younger guys was the killer (he was actually only one year younger than we were, but to us, that was a lot), so Greg and I decided to roam about instead of getting ourselves trapped again. (Although, I must admit, I kinda liked being trapped with him in the cabinet.

       We limited the playing field to just half the block. Greg and I found ourselves a spot near some bushes. We figured if the killer came after us, we could jump over the bushes and get away. After a couple of minutes, the killer did come. When he came around the bushes, both of us leaped over the bush, thinking this guy wouldn't be able to.

        To make a long story short, two things went wrong. First of all, Greg didn't jump high enough and tripped over the edge of the bush falling down in the grass. I stopped and bent down to help Greg up. That's when the second thing went wrong. The killer was able to leap over the bush and landed on me piggyback. He wrapped his arms and legs around me and began repeatedly stabbing me in the chest. I let out a startled yell as he killed me. I fell to my knees with him still on my back.

        He hopped off and I fell face-first into the ground. Greg had just gotten up and the killer grabbed his arm and stabbed him in the gut several times. Greg fell dead on top of me. What was going to be one of our greatest games ended in a quick death for the both of us.


        While both games (hunters and killer) were fun and exciting, we didn't play them very often. Hunters faded out of style and Killer quickly evolved into something even better, but I'll save that for another story.]]> https://arenafighter.adult/mybb/showthread.php?tid=3514 Mon, 18 Nov 2019 05:37:10 +0000 BattlesandDeaths]]> https://arenafighter.adult/mybb/showthread.php?tid=3514 The games we played #4 (at the lake)


The last one (well several rounds) was played while visiting my cousins. (this actually was the last time I played “knives”, as it had already evolved back in town and quickly evolved from here). There was myself, Ryan and Matt. Ryan was about a year younger than me and Matt, his older brother was about 2 years older than me. They lived on a small lake out in the middle of nowhere. I had a lot of fun with these two, as we spent plenty of time playing soldiers, warriors, and all-around rednecks in the woods. (I will tell you more about these “other” games in another post.)


One very hot day, we had spent most of the day swimming. In the late afternoon, we took the rowboat out to a pontoon raft out in the middle of the lake. We spent some time jumping off and into the water.


After some time, we laid on the raft talking about several things. I told them about a dream I had in which I was stabbed. I noticed that as I told the story, Matt was rubbing his stomach, especially when I described what it felt like. Ryan asked several questions about the dream while Matt laid there quietly, rubbing his belly. Afterwards, Matt asked me to tell it again. (I dont know if he was turned on by it, or just liked hearing the story for some other reason.)


Anyway, after re-telling the story, I told them about the game of knives (which neither of them had ever played.) So, we decided to play a free-for-all version.


Ryan, was clearly at a disadvantage being the smallest. He had an average build with defined arms. He was a little hyper, which made him harder to get a hit on.


Matt was well-built. He had very little body fat, so his muscles were well-defined. Initially, I was somewhat intimidated by him due primarily to his age and maturity, but I did have a farther reach, which evened things out.


At first, I ruled over them in the game. Matt quickly killed Ryan, who died gracefully and fell into the lake. Once Matt turned towards me, I rammed my blade into his gut. He let out a “huggh.” I'm not sure if I “stabbed” him too hard or he was just surprised by his death. Anyway, it was great acting.


On the next round, Matt came for me first. I was able to grab his arm and Ryan stabbed him in the back. Matt's chest pressed against mine and he slid down my body as he died. Ryan was surprised that he killed Matt, so he didn't do much. I quickly approached him, grabbed his arm and pulled him into my blade.


On another round (there were some rounds that were less than interesting), They both decided to team up against me (as I seemed to be the constant victor.) They both charged. I slid low and stabbed both of them at the same time in the gut. They both fell dead beside me.


On three rounds in a row, I used the jump up thing that I had learned from Greg. (sure it left me vulnerable, but I didn't mind dying every once in a while.) The first three rounds, I got both of them in the chest or back as they ducked down. On the last time, Ryan ducked and I stabbed him in the back as he was down, but Matt had moved to the side and rammed his blade into my exposed gut as I landed. I played the part well. He was so excited about winning, that he (he even asked to do this), held me by the shoulder and kept stabbing me multiple times. When I fell to my knees, He knelt down and kept stabbing me. After a few minutes, I fell onto my back and he continued to stab me. It was awesome. (The most brutal death I had suffered.)


We played a few more rounds, but these were more planned out and were staged so that everyone had a chance to win. We tried out all possible scenarios even a few where we all three died. From here, the game began to change, but I will discuss the changes in another story.]]> The games we played #4 (at the lake)


The last one (well several rounds) was played while visiting my cousins. (this actually was the last time I played “knives”, as it had already evolved back in town and quickly evolved from here). There was myself, Ryan and Matt. Ryan was about a year younger than me and Matt, his older brother was about 2 years older than me. They lived on a small lake out in the middle of nowhere. I had a lot of fun with these two, as we spent plenty of time playing soldiers, warriors, and all-around rednecks in the woods. (I will tell you more about these “other” games in another post.)


One very hot day, we had spent most of the day swimming. In the late afternoon, we took the rowboat out to a pontoon raft out in the middle of the lake. We spent some time jumping off and into the water.


After some time, we laid on the raft talking about several things. I told them about a dream I had in which I was stabbed. I noticed that as I told the story, Matt was rubbing his stomach, especially when I described what it felt like. Ryan asked several questions about the dream while Matt laid there quietly, rubbing his belly. Afterwards, Matt asked me to tell it again. (I dont know if he was turned on by it, or just liked hearing the story for some other reason.)


Anyway, after re-telling the story, I told them about the game of knives (which neither of them had ever played.) So, we decided to play a free-for-all version.


Ryan, was clearly at a disadvantage being the smallest. He had an average build with defined arms. He was a little hyper, which made him harder to get a hit on.


Matt was well-built. He had very little body fat, so his muscles were well-defined. Initially, I was somewhat intimidated by him due primarily to his age and maturity, but I did have a farther reach, which evened things out.


At first, I ruled over them in the game. Matt quickly killed Ryan, who died gracefully and fell into the lake. Once Matt turned towards me, I rammed my blade into his gut. He let out a “huggh.” I'm not sure if I “stabbed” him too hard or he was just surprised by his death. Anyway, it was great acting.


On the next round, Matt came for me first. I was able to grab his arm and Ryan stabbed him in the back. Matt's chest pressed against mine and he slid down my body as he died. Ryan was surprised that he killed Matt, so he didn't do much. I quickly approached him, grabbed his arm and pulled him into my blade.


On another round (there were some rounds that were less than interesting), They both decided to team up against me (as I seemed to be the constant victor.) They both charged. I slid low and stabbed both of them at the same time in the gut. They both fell dead beside me.


On three rounds in a row, I used the jump up thing that I had learned from Greg. (sure it left me vulnerable, but I didn't mind dying every once in a while.) The first three rounds, I got both of them in the chest or back as they ducked down. On the last time, Ryan ducked and I stabbed him in the back as he was down, but Matt had moved to the side and rammed his blade into my exposed gut as I landed. I played the part well. He was so excited about winning, that he (he even asked to do this), held me by the shoulder and kept stabbing me multiple times. When I fell to my knees, He knelt down and kept stabbing me. After a few minutes, I fell onto my back and he continued to stab me. It was awesome. (The most brutal death I had suffered.)


We played a few more rounds, but these were more planned out and were staged so that everyone had a chance to win. We tried out all possible scenarios even a few where we all three died. From here, the game began to change, but I will discuss the changes in another story.]]> https://arenafighter.adult/mybb/showthread.php?tid=2589 Mon, 11 Nov 2019 02:34:03 +0000 BattlesandDeaths]]> https://arenafighter.adult/mybb/showthread.php?tid=2589 The games we played #3 ( knives, Free-for-all battles)

Well, I promised to talk about a few of the free-for-all battles of knives that we played. There were some variances of how we did this. While we usually had a smaller area where everyone stayed, we also tried playing in different buildings, basements and once even used the entire block. Here are some of the highlights:


(1) The first one I want to share is a simple game in the backyard of one of the guys. There were five of us; myself, Greg, Brad, Jake and Chad. It was a smaller area, so things escalated quickly. Brad took a jab at me, but I back away from it. Just as he did this, Greg stabbed him in the gut.

Brad's reaction was priceless. His eyes widened and he grabbed his gut. He was barefoot and his toes even curled a bit. (not sure if he got an orgasm, but maybe.) Just as Greg did this, I stabbed him in the back.

Greg arched his back and Jake stabbed him in the gut. Of course, Greg put on a great act and fell on top of Brad. Just as he fell, Jake stabbed me in the center of my chest very quickly. He was trying to be quick and actually hit me pretty hard, knocking the wind out of me.

I grabbed my chest gasping and fell to my knees, leaning one hand on Greg's chest before I regained my breath. Jake then reach down and “stabbed” me a few more times before I fell dead on the other two.

They were very impressed with my “acting” until I explained that I wasn't acting. I guess it was quite convincing.


(2) Another time, we played in an old abandoned warehouse. We all crawled in through a missing window. There were nine of us. The dark, cold atmosphere was amazing. We played some one-on-one, but then decided to do a free-for-all.

I honestly don't remember exactly who was all there and since we played several rounds and some of the deaths happened out of my eyesight, I can't describe them for you. But I remember Greg and I decided to team up together. We decided to set up a trap.

Brad was our first victim. Greg waited outside the doorway to the room where I was hiding next to the entrance. He saw Greg who ran into the room. Once Brad stepped in the door, I swung my arm out and got him right in the gut. He yelled, “aw, fuck!” and fell to his knees holding his gut, before falling dead. We pulled his body forward a little and Greg peeked out the door, looking for our next victim.

Scott was next. Unfortunately, when he saw Brad on the floor, he was a little reluctant upon entering. He grabbed my wrist just as I swung at him. He forced me against the wall (as he was stronger than me.). Before he could do anything, Greg jumped on his back (piggy-back style), wrapped his arms around him and started stabbing him in the chest.

The third potential victim was Randy. But he must have known what was going on. When I swung, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me to him and began gut-fucking me with his “knife”. It was quite the brutal death, but let's face it, I deserved to die brutally. Greg had attempted to save me, but the deadly deed had been done.

Randy grabbed Greg by the shoulder and started gut-fucking him until he fell dead on top of me. Two powerful allies dead together.


(3) The next one was one we played in the basement at Randy's house. There was only me, Greg, Randy and Scott. Randy had the best advantage because he knew where to he could hide to get in a surprise kill. In one game, He was hiding behind some shelves. He had tossed something that hit the opposite wall, so I turned with my back towards the shelves.

He grabbed me around the chest (pinning my arms and pulled me unto the shelves and began stabbing several times in the heart.

After a few games with Randy winning every single one, Greg, Scott and I decided to team up. Randy had hid in a great spot behind on old door. When Scott got too close, Randy reached out and began gut-fucking him with his pretend knife.

Greg and I quickly pounced and both of us rammed our blades into Randy's belly. He lurched forward and fell dead on top of Scott. Greg was so excited he grabbed me and hugged me. (I guess he had temporarily forgotten that this was supposed to be a free-for-all.) As we hugged bare chest to bare chest, I began stabbing him in the gut.

The look on his face was priceless. He placed his chin on my shoulder as I stabbed him and he let out several grunts and clutched onto me before I laid him down on Randy and Scott.


Well, after these, “knives” also began to morph into other incarnations, the next game we played, we labelled “killer”, but We'll discuss that one in another thread.]]> The games we played #3 ( knives, Free-for-all battles)

Well, I promised to talk about a few of the free-for-all battles of knives that we played. There were some variances of how we did this. While we usually had a smaller area where everyone stayed, we also tried playing in different buildings, basements and once even used the entire block. Here are some of the highlights:


(1) The first one I want to share is a simple game in the backyard of one of the guys. There were five of us; myself, Greg, Brad, Jake and Chad. It was a smaller area, so things escalated quickly. Brad took a jab at me, but I back away from it. Just as he did this, Greg stabbed him in the gut.

Brad's reaction was priceless. His eyes widened and he grabbed his gut. He was barefoot and his toes even curled a bit. (not sure if he got an orgasm, but maybe.) Just as Greg did this, I stabbed him in the back.

Greg arched his back and Jake stabbed him in the gut. Of course, Greg put on a great act and fell on top of Brad. Just as he fell, Jake stabbed me in the center of my chest very quickly. He was trying to be quick and actually hit me pretty hard, knocking the wind out of me.

I grabbed my chest gasping and fell to my knees, leaning one hand on Greg's chest before I regained my breath. Jake then reach down and “stabbed” me a few more times before I fell dead on the other two.

They were very impressed with my “acting” until I explained that I wasn't acting. I guess it was quite convincing.


(2) Another time, we played in an old abandoned warehouse. We all crawled in through a missing window. There were nine of us. The dark, cold atmosphere was amazing. We played some one-on-one, but then decided to do a free-for-all.

I honestly don't remember exactly who was all there and since we played several rounds and some of the deaths happened out of my eyesight, I can't describe them for you. But I remember Greg and I decided to team up together. We decided to set up a trap.

Brad was our first victim. Greg waited outside the doorway to the room where I was hiding next to the entrance. He saw Greg who ran into the room. Once Brad stepped in the door, I swung my arm out and got him right in the gut. He yelled, “aw, fuck!” and fell to his knees holding his gut, before falling dead. We pulled his body forward a little and Greg peeked out the door, looking for our next victim.

Scott was next. Unfortunately, when he saw Brad on the floor, he was a little reluctant upon entering. He grabbed my wrist just as I swung at him. He forced me against the wall (as he was stronger than me.). Before he could do anything, Greg jumped on his back (piggy-back style), wrapped his arms around him and started stabbing him in the chest.

The third potential victim was Randy. But he must have known what was going on. When I swung, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me to him and began gut-fucking me with his “knife”. It was quite the brutal death, but let's face it, I deserved to die brutally. Greg had attempted to save me, but the deadly deed had been done.

Randy grabbed Greg by the shoulder and started gut-fucking him until he fell dead on top of me. Two powerful allies dead together.


(3) The next one was one we played in the basement at Randy's house. There was only me, Greg, Randy and Scott. Randy had the best advantage because he knew where to he could hide to get in a surprise kill. In one game, He was hiding behind some shelves. He had tossed something that hit the opposite wall, so I turned with my back towards the shelves.

He grabbed me around the chest (pinning my arms and pulled me unto the shelves and began stabbing several times in the heart.

After a few games with Randy winning every single one, Greg, Scott and I decided to team up. Randy had hid in a great spot behind on old door. When Scott got too close, Randy reached out and began gut-fucking him with his pretend knife.

Greg and I quickly pounced and both of us rammed our blades into Randy's belly. He lurched forward and fell dead on top of Scott. Greg was so excited he grabbed me and hugged me. (I guess he had temporarily forgotten that this was supposed to be a free-for-all.) As we hugged bare chest to bare chest, I began stabbing him in the gut.

The look on his face was priceless. He placed his chin on my shoulder as I stabbed him and he let out several grunts and clutched onto me before I laid him down on Randy and Scott.


Well, after these, “knives” also began to morph into other incarnations, the next game we played, we labelled “killer”, but We'll discuss that one in another thread.]]> https://arenafighter.adult/mybb/showthread.php?tid=1646 Fri, 13 Sep 2019 06:37:07 +0000 BattlesandDeaths]]> https://arenafighter.adult/mybb/showthread.php?tid=1646 Be sure to read part one of the games we played first, so you will understand this game.

As I mentioned before, besides team fights, we also did one-on-one fights and free-for-all fights while playing knives. Some of the more memorable one-on-one fights are:


Randy
I will start with a couple battles between myself and Randy. Randy, mind you, was about three years older than me. He had a broad chest and a firm gut (not a six-pack though). He liked fighting against me (and Greg, but then again, everybody like fighting Greg. Greg was handsome, well-defined and quite the best actor of us all, but we'll get to him another time.).


We, of course, were both shirtless in all our fights. He was the only one who played regularly who could match my reach, so I didn't have the advantage here. His only advantage was his size (being older), which gave him an intimidation factor. He preferred fighting in a confined area.


(1) On the first fight we did together, He ran right at me, which was very intimidating. I stepped back out of fear and was unable to respond before he stabbed me right through the gut. I let out a loud “uagghh!”, and leaned over his hand, before sliding to the ground.


(2) On another day, he came at me, but I was able to side-step his stab and planted one straight into his chest. I think we were both shocked that I won that one, as the look on his face was priceless. He did grab his chest and played out his death. He then had me stand on his chest to celebrate, which I was glad to do.

(3) On the next fight, he decided to get his revenge, I tried to make my move to stab him and he grabbed my arm and pulled me straight into his other hand, stabbing me right in the gut. He then raised me up off the ground and in the air (with the knife still in me), and said, “Feel that blade in your gut. You will never kill me again.” I was bent over his arm with one hand holding the knife arm and the other one on his shoulder. He lowered me down to him and held my chest on his shoulder, as he stabbed me a couple more times. He then slowly lowered me down, sliding me across his bare chest and stomach until I was on the ground.


(4) On another fight, he stabbed me in much the same way as on previous fights, right in the gut, except this time, before I slid down, he grabbed me by the shoulder and began gut-fucking me with the knife. He seemed to enjoy it when I made multiple “Uaagghh, Uaaggh, uaghh!.


Greg
Okay, now its time to talk about battles against Greg. As I said before, Greg was a well-formed boy the same age as me, though I was a little bit bigger. He had a swimmers build with clearly defined features, including an eight-pack and adonis belt. He ran around a lot without a shirt on, so he had a nice tan.


As I was slightly bigger and had a longer reach, I had the advantage over him, but he was much more hyper and nimble than I.


He very frequently came at me with all he had, only to end up running straight into my blade. As I said before, this kid could act out the stab beautifully.


On a couple of fights, he did get the better of me. He liked to slide low in the grass and get you from underneath. He would also leap at you in the air and if you weren't ready for it, you ended up with his blade in your chest. Unfortunately for him, I usually got him in the air with him landing on my blade.


(1) On one occasion, he faked like he was going to leap and I hunched down slightly and raised my hand for him to land on my blade, however, he ended up sliding low and slid right into me and planted his blade into my gut. He let out a “Yes, I got you!!!!” I acted out the stab and fell dead on top of him. He rolled me off of him and laid in the grass next to me. (Looking back, I think he may have orgasmed on that one.) After a few moments, he rolled over, patted me on the chest and said, “Lets do that one again.” I obliged and we re-enacted the same scenario a second time.


(2) On another occasion, we were grasping each other's wrists, locked in the struggle. (This started being common in our one-on-one fights, as this was how he could actually keep a good advantage for himself.) We made a few circles as we were pretty much equal in strength. I tripped him and he fell onto his back. When I went to stab him, he swept my leg out from under me and I fell down beside him. He planted his blade into my upper abs just as soon as I hit the ground.


(3) In a similar scenario, we were again locked in the same struggle, me holding his right wrist and he holding my right wrist. The struggle continued as we tried to trip the other (our usual tactic). Instead, this time, he rammed his bare chest into mine. I fell backwards and he fell right on top of me. He sat up, straddling me and I used both hands to stab him in the gut, but at the same time, he used both of his hands to stab me in the chest. We both acted out our deaths, he kinda shook as he acted out his death while straddling my hips (it was a great frottage) before he fell dead on top of me. We laid that way for a few minutes. It was awesome.

Drew
Drew was a prick. There's no other way to descibe him. He was a friend of Jake (who I mentioned in the group battles), but everyone else seemed to not really like him. He was the same age as me, but he was an athlete. Fit, strong and slightly taller (and more muscular) than me.


Apparently, he had played one-on-one knives with Jake before and wanted the opportunity to take on me. (Most of the guys agreed that I was the best at playing the game.)


So, I decided, what the hell, why not. I was so looking forward to beating him, as was everybody else in the group. Jake had warned me that he was fairly good, but also told me that I was better. This was going to be the fight of pride more than fun sparring.


So, we started out circling each other a few times, I noticed how he spread his legs as he circled. I figured, I would go low, slide under his legs (pulling one of Greg's maneuvers) and nail him in the lower belly.


I ran towards him, expecting him to wait for me, but he didn't. He ran forward and before I could react, we were chest-to-chest. He held my right arm in his grasp and planted his knife into my gut. Everybody watching (including myself) let out a gasp. I must admit, the hit was hard, which had even more of an affect on me reaction.


He looked down at me as I acted out the stab and said, “I guess, you're not as good as everyone said.” He then placed his other hand on my back, holding me against his chest. “That's right, feel my blade. Know that I killed you.” With that, he pretended to yank the blade out and shoved me to the ground. I laid dead for a few moments, as this one was really arousing for me.


His cocky attitude in winning was great. Oh, how I longed for the battle when I would best him. Unfortunately, though, that was the only time he played knives with us.


Well, that's it for now. Next Time, I will write about some of our free-for-all fights.]]> Be sure to read part one of the games we played first, so you will understand this game.

As I mentioned before, besides team fights, we also did one-on-one fights and free-for-all fights while playing knives. Some of the more memorable one-on-one fights are:


Randy
I will start with a couple battles between myself and Randy. Randy, mind you, was about three years older than me. He had a broad chest and a firm gut (not a six-pack though). He liked fighting against me (and Greg, but then again, everybody like fighting Greg. Greg was handsome, well-defined and quite the best actor of us all, but we'll get to him another time.).


We, of course, were both shirtless in all our fights. He was the only one who played regularly who could match my reach, so I didn't have the advantage here. His only advantage was his size (being older), which gave him an intimidation factor. He preferred fighting in a confined area.


(1) On the first fight we did together, He ran right at me, which was very intimidating. I stepped back out of fear and was unable to respond before he stabbed me right through the gut. I let out a loud “uagghh!”, and leaned over his hand, before sliding to the ground.


(2) On another day, he came at me, but I was able to side-step his stab and planted one straight into his chest. I think we were both shocked that I won that one, as the look on his face was priceless. He did grab his chest and played out his death. He then had me stand on his chest to celebrate, which I was glad to do.

(3) On the next fight, he decided to get his revenge, I tried to make my move to stab him and he grabbed my arm and pulled me straight into his other hand, stabbing me right in the gut. He then raised me up off the ground and in the air (with the knife still in me), and said, “Feel that blade in your gut. You will never kill me again.” I was bent over his arm with one hand holding the knife arm and the other one on his shoulder. He lowered me down to him and held my chest on his shoulder, as he stabbed me a couple more times. He then slowly lowered me down, sliding me across his bare chest and stomach until I was on the ground.


(4) On another fight, he stabbed me in much the same way as on previous fights, right in the gut, except this time, before I slid down, he grabbed me by the shoulder and began gut-fucking me with the knife. He seemed to enjoy it when I made multiple “Uaagghh, Uaaggh, uaghh!.


Greg
Okay, now its time to talk about battles against Greg. As I said before, Greg was a well-formed boy the same age as me, though I was a little bit bigger. He had a swimmers build with clearly defined features, including an eight-pack and adonis belt. He ran around a lot without a shirt on, so he had a nice tan.


As I was slightly bigger and had a longer reach, I had the advantage over him, but he was much more hyper and nimble than I.


He very frequently came at me with all he had, only to end up running straight into my blade. As I said before, this kid could act out the stab beautifully.


On a couple of fights, he did get the better of me. He liked to slide low in the grass and get you from underneath. He would also leap at you in the air and if you weren't ready for it, you ended up with his blade in your chest. Unfortunately for him, I usually got him in the air with him landing on my blade.


(1) On one occasion, he faked like he was going to leap and I hunched down slightly and raised my hand for him to land on my blade, however, he ended up sliding low and slid right into me and planted his blade into my gut. He let out a “Yes, I got you!!!!” I acted out the stab and fell dead on top of him. He rolled me off of him and laid in the grass next to me. (Looking back, I think he may have orgasmed on that one.) After a few moments, he rolled over, patted me on the chest and said, “Lets do that one again.” I obliged and we re-enacted the same scenario a second time.


(2) On another occasion, we were grasping each other's wrists, locked in the struggle. (This started being common in our one-on-one fights, as this was how he could actually keep a good advantage for himself.) We made a few circles as we were pretty much equal in strength. I tripped him and he fell onto his back. When I went to stab him, he swept my leg out from under me and I fell down beside him. He planted his blade into my upper abs just as soon as I hit the ground.


(3) In a similar scenario, we were again locked in the same struggle, me holding his right wrist and he holding my right wrist. The struggle continued as we tried to trip the other (our usual tactic). Instead, this time, he rammed his bare chest into mine. I fell backwards and he fell right on top of me. He sat up, straddling me and I used both hands to stab him in the gut, but at the same time, he used both of his hands to stab me in the chest. We both acted out our deaths, he kinda shook as he acted out his death while straddling my hips (it was a great frottage) before he fell dead on top of me. We laid that way for a few minutes. It was awesome.

Drew
Drew was a prick. There's no other way to descibe him. He was a friend of Jake (who I mentioned in the group battles), but everyone else seemed to not really like him. He was the same age as me, but he was an athlete. Fit, strong and slightly taller (and more muscular) than me.


Apparently, he had played one-on-one knives with Jake before and wanted the opportunity to take on me. (Most of the guys agreed that I was the best at playing the game.)


So, I decided, what the hell, why not. I was so looking forward to beating him, as was everybody else in the group. Jake had warned me that he was fairly good, but also told me that I was better. This was going to be the fight of pride more than fun sparring.


So, we started out circling each other a few times, I noticed how he spread his legs as he circled. I figured, I would go low, slide under his legs (pulling one of Greg's maneuvers) and nail him in the lower belly.


I ran towards him, expecting him to wait for me, but he didn't. He ran forward and before I could react, we were chest-to-chest. He held my right arm in his grasp and planted his knife into my gut. Everybody watching (including myself) let out a gasp. I must admit, the hit was hard, which had even more of an affect on me reaction.


He looked down at me as I acted out the stab and said, “I guess, you're not as good as everyone said.” He then placed his other hand on my back, holding me against his chest. “That's right, feel my blade. Know that I killed you.” With that, he pretended to yank the blade out and shoved me to the ground. I laid dead for a few moments, as this one was really arousing for me.


His cocky attitude in winning was great. Oh, how I longed for the battle when I would best him. Unfortunately, though, that was the only time he played knives with us.


Well, that's it for now. Next Time, I will write about some of our free-for-all fights.]]> https://arenafighter.adult/mybb/showthread.php?tid=1623 Sun, 08 Sep 2019 04:28:33 +0000 BattlesandDeaths]]> https://arenafighter.adult/mybb/showthread.php?tid=1623 Like almost every young boy, the kids on our block liked to play army. We would each get something to use as a gun, split up into teams and act like we were shooting at each other. And also like every game of war, we would end up bickering and arguing over who-shot-who and “oh-no, You missed!!” The long and the short, it ended up being no fun, until we decided to play using “swords”.


The only problem was that it hurt to get hit with a stick, and some of the boys complained about the scratches, so we finally decided to use just our hands, pretending that we were holding knives.


And thus, the game that we called Knives was born. The rules were simple. Everyone acted as if we had a knife in each hand. (We originally started by using our thumbs, but “stabbing” each other tended to hurt. Since we didn't want any broken thumbs, we started keeping the thumb tucked instead. It all worked the same.)


At first we played as groups. Since there were usually 6-10 of us, the teams were of a decent size. When there were less, we would combat one-on-one or do a free-for-all. It was a great time to be had by all.


Most of us playing were straight, though two of us later proved to be bisexual, (myself and Randy)


The rules were simple, any “stab” anywhere on the torso was a kill. If you were stabbed, you had to play like you died. (Some of the boys were quite good actors.)


Some of my more memorable kills/deaths were......(I will use pseudonyms to protect identities.)


1. In one game, it started as five-on-five. I had mostly the younger.weaker kids and my brother led the group of older/bigger boys. My brother was the first to die. (I think he was getting called inside for something and just let two of the younger boys kill him.


Greg and I teamed up to go against Randy, who was the oldest/biggest one on the other team. Unfortunately, this left the three youngest on our team open. The other three boys from the opposing team charged at them and killed them all off in a single sweep. Each one acting out his deaths with “Uggh”s and “Arrghh”s.


Meanwhile, Greg made his move against Randy, who was preoccupied keeping me back. Unfortunately, He turned just in time to ram his blade into Greg's gut. Greg's face was in a state of shock. He had not expected Randy to catch him, let alone kill him. By the way, Greg was one of those smaller kids with well-defined features, including a six-pack. (I think the hand to the gut may have actually hurt him, but the expression on his face was priceless.)


I then stabbed Randy in the back, since he had turned away from me. He arched his back and let out a holler (one of frustration for having been taken out by me who was three years his younger. He fell down acting dead, lying across Greg's legs.


I had no moment to revel in my victory as one of the other boys stabbed me in the back. I also let out a frustrated yell and arched my back. (It was a good hit.) Then the other two ran in front of me and both stabbed me in the gut. I acted out the death and fell on top of Randy, chest-to-chest. Dead on the heap of my one vanquished enemy.




2. Another memorable death was a four-on-four match. My team, again, had the disadvantage. I had myself, Dirk, Vance and James. Randy and two other boys (Jake and Chad) were the opposing team.


I was able to use Dirk to distract Randy. When I approached him from behind, he tried to surprise me as he had done Greg, but I knew it was coming and dropped to the ground.


I reached up and stabbed him just below the belly-button. It was a great death. He fell on top of me. (Mind you, Randy was a well-built muscular boy about three years older than me.) I struggled to get out from under him. (He seemed to enjoy feeling me squirming to against his bare chest.)


Before I could get out, Dirk was killed by Jake and Chad. I noticed also that Vance was being killed by Greg, who had him backed against a wall and was stabbing him repeatedly in the gut. James was already laying dead on the ground. (He must have been killed by Jake and Chad.)


I faced off against the two closest to me, Jake and Chad, who attacked as a unit. Again, I slid down on the grass and planted a blade into each of their abs. Both acted out their deaths wonderfully.


However, this left me on my back on the ground. Greg (who had been on my team in previous fights, planted a blade right in the center of my body, between the belly-button and sternum. I kicked my legs up and grabbed his hand and acted as if choking on blood before dying.


3. Another memorable battle placed myself, Jake, Greg and James against Randy, Scott, Dee and Dirk. We had done some one-on-one battles earlier, so the other group determined that I was their biggest threat. (I had a longer reach than some of the others, which gave me an advantage.


Randy, Scott and Dee all came straight for me. Dirk quickly ran up and killed James. (James was the youngest, so he was always quick to die (except when other people let him win.) James was also a good sport in acting out his death.


I was able to stab Scott in the chest when he got too close, but Dee stabbed me in the side. I acted out the stab and Randy grabbed me from behind and held my bare back against his bare chest. He then reached around and gut-fucked me with his knife.


I acted out each stab and could tell this was turning him on. Meanwhile, Dirk charged at Greg and slid, but Greg jumped up over him and stabbed him in the chest. Dee then started charging at Jake. Jake grabbed both of Dee's wrists and the two were in an evenly matched struggle, until Greg reached around Dee and stabbed him in the gut.


Meanwhile, during all of this, Randy was still holding me up and repeatedly stabbing me, until Jake and Greg approached. He then let me slide down against his body, my back rubbed against his chest, abs, crotch and legs as I slid to the ground. He took a step back and placed his bare foot on my chest, waiting for Jake and Greg to attack.


“Ha, ha. I killed your leader, now I am going to kill you too.” He boasted.


Jake charged first, only to meet Randy's knife in his chest. Greg was a little more tactical in his approach, but he was no match for the older boy. Greg attempted a stab, but Randy grabbed his wrist and yanked him towards him, planting his knife in Greg's abs.


Greg's abs shuddered briefly and he fell to his knees and died with his chest across my belly. Randy finally removed his bare foot from my chest and placed it on Greg's back. We laid there for a little while, until he finally took his foot off.


4. In another one, It was three-on-three. Myself, Zack and Greg vs Jake, Scott and Jason. While Scott and Jason were a couple years older than the rest of us, we had the more lean and nimble group. We played a few games this day and my team wone the first two. But, on this one, our luck ran out and we were bested by the older boys.


The battle commenced with Jake coming after me. I think they sent him after me more to keep me busy. I had proven myself a far better player than Jake in previous battles. (Unfortunately, their plan worked.)


Scott and Jason went straight after Greg. Before he could even react, both of the older boys had nailed him in the gut. Greg doubled over, clutching his gut and fell to his knees. For good measure, Jason grabbed him by the hair and slit his throat. (a move only allowed once someone got stabbed.) Greg fell face-first onto the ground.


Meanwhile, my superior skills bestest poor Jake. My stab nailed him directly in the upper belly. (He was not much of an actor, but at least he fell down.


By the time I looked up, Scott and Jason already had Zack backed up against the wall. Greg was already dead on the ground at Zack's feet. I ran to his aid as fast as I could. Scott's back was towards me, so I went for him first. I stabbed him in the back just a second after he planted his knife in Zack's gut. (By the way, Zack also had a slender 8-pack swimmers build and was a damned good actor when it came to dying.)


He clutched his gut and played out his final moments and fell on top of Greg.


However, Jason saw me right before I killed Scott, who fell to the side. He turned and before I could glory in killing the older boy, Jason planted his knife into my gut. I let out an “Uuugggh.” (This is the one time being killed in this game actually sent me over the edge. nudge, nudge, wink, wink.) I fell on top of my two comrads.


The older boys, well, Jason mostly, made us stay there in the dead pile for a couple minutes while they celebrated.



While we did have several other group battles, these were some of the more memorable ones. We also did some one-on-one, and some free-for-all fights, but I will write about those another time.]]> Like almost every young boy, the kids on our block liked to play army. We would each get something to use as a gun, split up into teams and act like we were shooting at each other. And also like every game of war, we would end up bickering and arguing over who-shot-who and “oh-no, You missed!!” The long and the short, it ended up being no fun, until we decided to play using “swords”.


The only problem was that it hurt to get hit with a stick, and some of the boys complained about the scratches, so we finally decided to use just our hands, pretending that we were holding knives.


And thus, the game that we called Knives was born. The rules were simple. Everyone acted as if we had a knife in each hand. (We originally started by using our thumbs, but “stabbing” each other tended to hurt. Since we didn't want any broken thumbs, we started keeping the thumb tucked instead. It all worked the same.)


At first we played as groups. Since there were usually 6-10 of us, the teams were of a decent size. When there were less, we would combat one-on-one or do a free-for-all. It was a great time to be had by all.


Most of us playing were straight, though two of us later proved to be bisexual, (myself and Randy)


The rules were simple, any “stab” anywhere on the torso was a kill. If you were stabbed, you had to play like you died. (Some of the boys were quite good actors.)


Some of my more memorable kills/deaths were......(I will use pseudonyms to protect identities.)


1. In one game, it started as five-on-five. I had mostly the younger.weaker kids and my brother led the group of older/bigger boys. My brother was the first to die. (I think he was getting called inside for something and just let two of the younger boys kill him.


Greg and I teamed up to go against Randy, who was the oldest/biggest one on the other team. Unfortunately, this left the three youngest on our team open. The other three boys from the opposing team charged at them and killed them all off in a single sweep. Each one acting out his deaths with “Uggh”s and “Arrghh”s.


Meanwhile, Greg made his move against Randy, who was preoccupied keeping me back. Unfortunately, He turned just in time to ram his blade into Greg's gut. Greg's face was in a state of shock. He had not expected Randy to catch him, let alone kill him. By the way, Greg was one of those smaller kids with well-defined features, including a six-pack. (I think the hand to the gut may have actually hurt him, but the expression on his face was priceless.)


I then stabbed Randy in the back, since he had turned away from me. He arched his back and let out a holler (one of frustration for having been taken out by me who was three years his younger. He fell down acting dead, lying across Greg's legs.


I had no moment to revel in my victory as one of the other boys stabbed me in the back. I also let out a frustrated yell and arched my back. (It was a good hit.) Then the other two ran in front of me and both stabbed me in the gut. I acted out the death and fell on top of Randy, chest-to-chest. Dead on the heap of my one vanquished enemy.




2. Another memorable death was a four-on-four match. My team, again, had the disadvantage. I had myself, Dirk, Vance and James. Randy and two other boys (Jake and Chad) were the opposing team.


I was able to use Dirk to distract Randy. When I approached him from behind, he tried to surprise me as he had done Greg, but I knew it was coming and dropped to the ground.


I reached up and stabbed him just below the belly-button. It was a great death. He fell on top of me. (Mind you, Randy was a well-built muscular boy about three years older than me.) I struggled to get out from under him. (He seemed to enjoy feeling me squirming to against his bare chest.)


Before I could get out, Dirk was killed by Jake and Chad. I noticed also that Vance was being killed by Greg, who had him backed against a wall and was stabbing him repeatedly in the gut. James was already laying dead on the ground. (He must have been killed by Jake and Chad.)


I faced off against the two closest to me, Jake and Chad, who attacked as a unit. Again, I slid down on the grass and planted a blade into each of their abs. Both acted out their deaths wonderfully.


However, this left me on my back on the ground. Greg (who had been on my team in previous fights, planted a blade right in the center of my body, between the belly-button and sternum. I kicked my legs up and grabbed his hand and acted as if choking on blood before dying.


3. Another memorable battle placed myself, Jake, Greg and James against Randy, Scott, Dee and Dirk. We had done some one-on-one battles earlier, so the other group determined that I was their biggest threat. (I had a longer reach than some of the others, which gave me an advantage.


Randy, Scott and Dee all came straight for me. Dirk quickly ran up and killed James. (James was the youngest, so he was always quick to die (except when other people let him win.) James was also a good sport in acting out his death.


I was able to stab Scott in the chest when he got too close, but Dee stabbed me in the side. I acted out the stab and Randy grabbed me from behind and held my bare back against his bare chest. He then reached around and gut-fucked me with his knife.


I acted out each stab and could tell this was turning him on. Meanwhile, Dirk charged at Greg and slid, but Greg jumped up over him and stabbed him in the chest. Dee then started charging at Jake. Jake grabbed both of Dee's wrists and the two were in an evenly matched struggle, until Greg reached around Dee and stabbed him in the gut.


Meanwhile, during all of this, Randy was still holding me up and repeatedly stabbing me, until Jake and Greg approached. He then let me slide down against his body, my back rubbed against his chest, abs, crotch and legs as I slid to the ground. He took a step back and placed his bare foot on my chest, waiting for Jake and Greg to attack.


“Ha, ha. I killed your leader, now I am going to kill you too.” He boasted.


Jake charged first, only to meet Randy's knife in his chest. Greg was a little more tactical in his approach, but he was no match for the older boy. Greg attempted a stab, but Randy grabbed his wrist and yanked him towards him, planting his knife in Greg's abs.


Greg's abs shuddered briefly and he fell to his knees and died with his chest across my belly. Randy finally removed his bare foot from my chest and placed it on Greg's back. We laid there for a little while, until he finally took his foot off.


4. In another one, It was three-on-three. Myself, Zack and Greg vs Jake, Scott and Jason. While Scott and Jason were a couple years older than the rest of us, we had the more lean and nimble group. We played a few games this day and my team wone the first two. But, on this one, our luck ran out and we were bested by the older boys.


The battle commenced with Jake coming after me. I think they sent him after me more to keep me busy. I had proven myself a far better player than Jake in previous battles. (Unfortunately, their plan worked.)


Scott and Jason went straight after Greg. Before he could even react, both of the older boys had nailed him in the gut. Greg doubled over, clutching his gut and fell to his knees. For good measure, Jason grabbed him by the hair and slit his throat. (a move only allowed once someone got stabbed.) Greg fell face-first onto the ground.


Meanwhile, my superior skills bestest poor Jake. My stab nailed him directly in the upper belly. (He was not much of an actor, but at least he fell down.


By the time I looked up, Scott and Jason already had Zack backed up against the wall. Greg was already dead on the ground at Zack's feet. I ran to his aid as fast as I could. Scott's back was towards me, so I went for him first. I stabbed him in the back just a second after he planted his knife in Zack's gut. (By the way, Zack also had a slender 8-pack swimmers build and was a damned good actor when it came to dying.)


He clutched his gut and played out his final moments and fell on top of Greg.


However, Jason saw me right before I killed Scott, who fell to the side. He turned and before I could glory in killing the older boy, Jason planted his knife into my gut. I let out an “Uuugggh.” (This is the one time being killed in this game actually sent me over the edge. nudge, nudge, wink, wink.) I fell on top of my two comrads.


The older boys, well, Jason mostly, made us stay there in the dead pile for a couple minutes while they celebrated.



While we did have several other group battles, these were some of the more memorable ones. We also did some one-on-one, and some free-for-all fights, but I will write about those another time.]]> https://arenafighter.adult/mybb/showthread.php?tid=1471 Fri, 23 Aug 2019 01:11:49 +0000 BattlesandDeaths]]> https://arenafighter.adult/mybb/showthread.php?tid=1471      When I was younger, I had a toy knife that I had always loved to play with. One day, when I was home alone. I decided to "play" an adventure game, fighting bad guys around the house.

     I had taken off my shirt (because the hero did in every adventure was shirtless).

     I started on the small back porch area and entered the enemy's base (aka, the house). I used the knife to stab the two guards who were guarding the door I slit one's throat and stabbed the other in the gut. I then entered the kitchen of the home. After killing the five soldiers in there, (using the knife on three, snapping the neck of one and drowning the last one in the sink), I had to decide.

     The basement door was there, or I could go into the dining room. I had already previously decided that the girl I was trying to save (yes, there always had to be a damsel in distress) was upstairs in my bedroom, tied to my bed.

     But I decided that would have made it end too quickly and I was having a lot of fun. This was all too exciting for me. I figured it would be an even better adventure if there were some prisoners in the basement as well.

     So, I set out to save them first. I snuck into the basement and killed a couple monsters (Of course there are always monsters in a basement).

     That's when my mind began to turn things. What if not all the good guys survived? I decided that I would play a few of the prisoners who were being freed.

     The first one ran out in a panic, trying to get to the door, when a lizard monster bit him around the waist. Playing this character, I ran towards the stairs, and sucked in my gut, pretending to be bitten on the belly. I fell backwards onto the cold, damp cement floor and jerked my body as the monster began eating me.

     After a few moments of playing dead (which, for some reason, I really enjoyed), I then played another prisoner who jumped on the back of the monster, but the monster flipped him onto the stairs and bit him in neck. I grabbed my throat area and began acting as if I was spitting up blood. I died there, arms spralled out on the stairs.

     Finally, I again played the hero character and killed the monster. But, since I had so much fun dying, I decided to wave the other prisoners past me on the stairs. I then played a couple of the doomed prisoners.

     Playing as the first prisoner to the top, I opened the door and was immediately stabbed in the belly by a bayonette. I fell forward on the kitchen floor, squirming for a few minutes before being shot multiple times and dying.

     After playing dead for a short while. (It was a hot day and the floor felt cool on my bare skin. Plus the beating of my heart from acting like I was dying was kinda rythmically soothing and exciting.)

     I was then the second prisoner and was machine-gunned while standing on the landing of the stairs. I fell against the wall and shook as my body was riddled with bullets. I finally fell on the steps and can remember the feeling of the rough, gritty stair covering against my bare chest.

     It was also at this point that I realized I was hard. (I may have been earlier, but didn't notice. Afterall, I was at the age when it was hard most of the time anyway.)

     I then played the hero and threw the knife, killing the guard by hitting him in the chest. After throwing the knife to the top of the steps and into the kitchen I ran into the kitchen and yanked the knife out of his chest.

     Of course I then decided to play the guard for that one and reenacted the scene from his point of view. I stood at the top of the stairs and hit myself in the center of the chest with the knife. The rubber tip bent a little to one side creating the effect as if it entered into my chest. I gripped the handle and fell to my knees, then backwards onto the floor. This time, I was instantly dead. (no writhing in pain).

     I again played the hero and grabbed the machine gun from the dead guard. I used his machine gun to clean out the guards from the next room. I then rounded the corner of the living room.

     There was a guard with a machine gun, who pumped my bare chest full of lead. I twisted and jerked as the bullets tore through my bare chest. I fell back against the chair and was hit by another barrage of bullets, shredding my young body. (boy was this exhiliarating for me.)

     But, I didn't want it to end there, so I pretended that didn't happen. The stairway was blocked by the guard with a machine gun, Luckily, there was a second way onto the stairs via the laundry room. so I had to sneak around through the laundry room to get behind the stairway guard and kill him. I snuck up behind him, pretended to grab him from behind by the back of the throat and said, “This is for killing my friend.” I pretended to plunge the blade several times into his chest.

     Naturally, excited by this, I had to play the guard. I stood against the banister acting as if I had just shot “the friend” (aka, the me who died when coming around the corner earlier.) After waiting a short while I jerked my head back as if someone had grabbed me from behind.

     I let out a gasped, “No!” and used one hand to ram the blade of the knife all over my chest. (I found it particularly exciting when it hit my nipples.) I then laid dead over the banister. This was so exciting, that I was taking an actual rest while playing dead. My heart was beating so fast.

     After that brief bread, I then made my way up the stairs, blasting away at all enemies. There were so many, that I got up close and began stabbing them. I was knocked down a couple of times, but managed to use my mad ninja skills (we all had those when we were younger) to overpower the guards. All of the action negated the effects of my previous break. I was back at peak excitement.

     My heart was racing from all the fighting. I had to catch my breath. I pretended the door to my room was locked. I took a short pause, resting against the door.

     I had to find another way in. Luckily, there was a way through the closet in the other room. It was quiet in there, no guards, so I easily slipped into closet and through the opening into the other closet.

     I was standing against the wall of the closet.I opened the closet door into my room and sprung on the leader of the bad guys. I killed him and freed the girl.

     While this was fun, it really wasn't that satisfying. Sure, it was fun to fight and win, but not quite as fun as pretending to die, so I decided to amend the ending.

     I ran into the room and was immediately gunned down by the villain. I thrust my chest upward with each shot until I fell forward, dead. (this was similar to previous deaths, but it was a quick solution and did get me going.

     This, in turn, sparked my imagination into full bloom. I played out other scenarios.

     I ran into the room and was punched in the face, which spun me around. My enemy then rammed a sword through my back and out of my chest. When I ran in, I spun after being punched. I jerked my shoulders back and thrust my chest forward. Instinctively, my arms went out to my sides with the palms open. The knife dropped from my hand as I made gasping sounds. The villain pushed me off his sword and I fell against the wall, to cool, textured wallpaper rubbed against my bare chest and face as I slid down to the ground.

     Again, I laid there, regaining my composure. Playing the hero and being killed before you could complete your mission was extremely exciting for me.

     I thought of another way. I came into the room from the closet, only this time, the villain was hiding by the door. I didn't even see it coming. I walked in and rammed the knife straight into my gut as if he caught me unaware.

     My jaw gaped wide and I made an “Aagghh!” sound and fell down into a fetal position, gasping for a few minutes on the carpet before dying.

     I had to lay there for a while because me heart was beating so intensely. That's when I remembered the bed and the tied up damsel. What if she really wasn't there? What if, instead, it was me?

     I then replayed the entrance. Instead of being killed when I entered, I was knocked unconscious and carried over to the bed, where I was tied up.  (This was okay, but I wasn't satisfied. Instead, I would enter and be knocked out my gas, that way, I could choke a little and gasp, which was much more exciting.)

     So, I replayed the entry. I walked in the room and over to the bed. I was surprised that the damsel was not there. That's when I realized it was all a trap.  Suddenly the room filled with gas. I dropped the knife and grabbed my throat. I began acting as if I was gasping for air, then collapsed on the bed.

     When I woke up, I was tied to the bed and the villain was lurking over me with my own knife. On the first go, I was able to break the cords, but just as I did so, he rammed the blade into my upper gut.

     To play out the scenario, I was spread eagle on the bed with a feet and hands pointed to the four corners, I acted as if I had broke the cords and reached up, but with one hand (acting as the villain's hand), I rammed the knife into my upper gut. The tip actually left a red mark afterwards (Yes, I was becoming quite liberal with how hard I “stabbed” myself with the toy.) I let out a “Huagh!” and died holding the blade in my belly.

     On the second go around, I decided there should be more of a struggle, so when I broke free, I was able to grab the wrist of the villain, who was slowly able to overpower me and planted the knife into my mid-belly, just above the navel. (I hadn't found that “sweet spot just yet.)

     My heart was racing and pounding in my chest. This was too exciting for me. I couldn't stop now.

     I then decided I would be killed without breaking free. For this one I had to use one free hand (my right) to act as the villain again. I woke up and the villain asked my to join him. I told him, “Fuck You!” and he rammed the blade into my belly, hitting to the side of the navel. I kicked my straight legs and let out a “Aarrgh!” and died.

     On the next go-around, I decided to beg for my life. I pleaded and begged, saying, “No, please, no...” before I would stab myself repeatedly in the belly. My hips and legs jumped with each stab and I twisted and writhed with each stab.

     I couldn't believe how arousing the sensation was, so I decided to take it to the extreme and removed my shorts. I was now lying naked on the bed in full arousal. I held the toy knife over my belly and began squirming as if trying to escape. I pleaded and begged, then began stabbing myself in the belly mercilessly.

     I played out the agony and dying to its fullest. My heart continued pounding and racing. My legs squirmed and my gut muscles flexed with each assault. I stopped for about 3 seconds then commenced stabbing myself again. This was far more exciting than I had ever experienced in my young life.

     I then used both hands on the toy knife and rammed it full-force into my navel. The tip had little room to bend, so the belly-button took the full-blow of the stab.

     The sensation was electrifying. My abs flexed to their fullest. My chest raised off the bed. My hips lurched upward. My legs tightened and my toes curled. My eyes widened for the shock, while squinting at the sides. My brow raised and I let out a loud. “UUGGHHH!!!”

     I shot my load straight up my belly. My abs jerked as my cock pulsated and shot out load after load. I wasn't sure if it would ever end. (I really didn't want it to anyway.)

     My chest heaved and my face turned red. I fell back down, limp body, except for that one part, which continued throbbing and spewing out lesser amounts until it, too, finally calmed.

     I laid on my bed for a several moments, mesmerized by the whole ordeal. It was the first time that had ever happened and it was amazing.

     After some time, I pulled back on my shorts and headed down to the bathroom for a bath. I examined the red marks on my belly. Nothing to be worried about. And those most definitely were not going to be the last ones on my gut.

     It had indeed been a great adventure which led to the most satisfying of endings. The hero had died and I was spent.  It was the beginning of a great new relationship.]]>      When I was younger, I had a toy knife that I had always loved to play with. One day, when I was home alone. I decided to "play" an adventure game, fighting bad guys around the house.

     I had taken off my shirt (because the hero did in every adventure was shirtless).

     I started on the small back porch area and entered the enemy's base (aka, the house). I used the knife to stab the two guards who were guarding the door I slit one's throat and stabbed the other in the gut. I then entered the kitchen of the home. After killing the five soldiers in there, (using the knife on three, snapping the neck of one and drowning the last one in the sink), I had to decide.

     The basement door was there, or I could go into the dining room. I had already previously decided that the girl I was trying to save (yes, there always had to be a damsel in distress) was upstairs in my bedroom, tied to my bed.

     But I decided that would have made it end too quickly and I was having a lot of fun. This was all too exciting for me. I figured it would be an even better adventure if there were some prisoners in the basement as well.

     So, I set out to save them first. I snuck into the basement and killed a couple monsters (Of course there are always monsters in a basement).

     That's when my mind began to turn things. What if not all the good guys survived? I decided that I would play a few of the prisoners who were being freed.

     The first one ran out in a panic, trying to get to the door, when a lizard monster bit him around the waist. Playing this character, I ran towards the stairs, and sucked in my gut, pretending to be bitten on the belly. I fell backwards onto the cold, damp cement floor and jerked my body as the monster began eating me.

     After a few moments of playing dead (which, for some reason, I really enjoyed), I then played another prisoner who jumped on the back of the monster, but the monster flipped him onto the stairs and bit him in neck. I grabbed my throat area and began acting as if I was spitting up blood. I died there, arms spralled out on the stairs.

     Finally, I again played the hero character and killed the monster. But, since I had so much fun dying, I decided to wave the other prisoners past me on the stairs. I then played a couple of the doomed prisoners.

     Playing as the first prisoner to the top, I opened the door and was immediately stabbed in the belly by a bayonette. I fell forward on the kitchen floor, squirming for a few minutes before being shot multiple times and dying.

     After playing dead for a short while. (It was a hot day and the floor felt cool on my bare skin. Plus the beating of my heart from acting like I was dying was kinda rythmically soothing and exciting.)

     I was then the second prisoner and was machine-gunned while standing on the landing of the stairs. I fell against the wall and shook as my body was riddled with bullets. I finally fell on the steps and can remember the feeling of the rough, gritty stair covering against my bare chest.

     It was also at this point that I realized I was hard. (I may have been earlier, but didn't notice. Afterall, I was at the age when it was hard most of the time anyway.)

     I then played the hero and threw the knife, killing the guard by hitting him in the chest. After throwing the knife to the top of the steps and into the kitchen I ran into the kitchen and yanked the knife out of his chest.

     Of course I then decided to play the guard for that one and reenacted the scene from his point of view. I stood at the top of the stairs and hit myself in the center of the chest with the knife. The rubber tip bent a little to one side creating the effect as if it entered into my chest. I gripped the handle and fell to my knees, then backwards onto the floor. This time, I was instantly dead. (no writhing in pain).

     I again played the hero and grabbed the machine gun from the dead guard. I used his machine gun to clean out the guards from the next room. I then rounded the corner of the living room.

     There was a guard with a machine gun, who pumped my bare chest full of lead. I twisted and jerked as the bullets tore through my bare chest. I fell back against the chair and was hit by another barrage of bullets, shredding my young body. (boy was this exhiliarating for me.)

     But, I didn't want it to end there, so I pretended that didn't happen. The stairway was blocked by the guard with a machine gun, Luckily, there was a second way onto the stairs via the laundry room. so I had to sneak around through the laundry room to get behind the stairway guard and kill him. I snuck up behind him, pretended to grab him from behind by the back of the throat and said, “This is for killing my friend.” I pretended to plunge the blade several times into his chest.

     Naturally, excited by this, I had to play the guard. I stood against the banister acting as if I had just shot “the friend” (aka, the me who died when coming around the corner earlier.) After waiting a short while I jerked my head back as if someone had grabbed me from behind.

     I let out a gasped, “No!” and used one hand to ram the blade of the knife all over my chest. (I found it particularly exciting when it hit my nipples.) I then laid dead over the banister. This was so exciting, that I was taking an actual rest while playing dead. My heart was beating so fast.

     After that brief bread, I then made my way up the stairs, blasting away at all enemies. There were so many, that I got up close and began stabbing them. I was knocked down a couple of times, but managed to use my mad ninja skills (we all had those when we were younger) to overpower the guards. All of the action negated the effects of my previous break. I was back at peak excitement.

     My heart was racing from all the fighting. I had to catch my breath. I pretended the door to my room was locked. I took a short pause, resting against the door.

     I had to find another way in. Luckily, there was a way through the closet in the other room. It was quiet in there, no guards, so I easily slipped into closet and through the opening into the other closet.

     I was standing against the wall of the closet.I opened the closet door into my room and sprung on the leader of the bad guys. I killed him and freed the girl.

     While this was fun, it really wasn't that satisfying. Sure, it was fun to fight and win, but not quite as fun as pretending to die, so I decided to amend the ending.

     I ran into the room and was immediately gunned down by the villain. I thrust my chest upward with each shot until I fell forward, dead. (this was similar to previous deaths, but it was a quick solution and did get me going.

     This, in turn, sparked my imagination into full bloom. I played out other scenarios.

     I ran into the room and was punched in the face, which spun me around. My enemy then rammed a sword through my back and out of my chest. When I ran in, I spun after being punched. I jerked my shoulders back and thrust my chest forward. Instinctively, my arms went out to my sides with the palms open. The knife dropped from my hand as I made gasping sounds. The villain pushed me off his sword and I fell against the wall, to cool, textured wallpaper rubbed against my bare chest and face as I slid down to the ground.

     Again, I laid there, regaining my composure. Playing the hero and being killed before you could complete your mission was extremely exciting for me.

     I thought of another way. I came into the room from the closet, only this time, the villain was hiding by the door. I didn't even see it coming. I walked in and rammed the knife straight into my gut as if he caught me unaware.

     My jaw gaped wide and I made an “Aagghh!” sound and fell down into a fetal position, gasping for a few minutes on the carpet before dying.

     I had to lay there for a while because me heart was beating so intensely. That's when I remembered the bed and the tied up damsel. What if she really wasn't there? What if, instead, it was me?

     I then replayed the entrance. Instead of being killed when I entered, I was knocked unconscious and carried over to the bed, where I was tied up.  (This was okay, but I wasn't satisfied. Instead, I would enter and be knocked out my gas, that way, I could choke a little and gasp, which was much more exciting.)

     So, I replayed the entry. I walked in the room and over to the bed. I was surprised that the damsel was not there. That's when I realized it was all a trap.  Suddenly the room filled with gas. I dropped the knife and grabbed my throat. I began acting as if I was gasping for air, then collapsed on the bed.

     When I woke up, I was tied to the bed and the villain was lurking over me with my own knife. On the first go, I was able to break the cords, but just as I did so, he rammed the blade into my upper gut.

     To play out the scenario, I was spread eagle on the bed with a feet and hands pointed to the four corners, I acted as if I had broke the cords and reached up, but with one hand (acting as the villain's hand), I rammed the knife into my upper gut. The tip actually left a red mark afterwards (Yes, I was becoming quite liberal with how hard I “stabbed” myself with the toy.) I let out a “Huagh!” and died holding the blade in my belly.

     On the second go around, I decided there should be more of a struggle, so when I broke free, I was able to grab the wrist of the villain, who was slowly able to overpower me and planted the knife into my mid-belly, just above the navel. (I hadn't found that “sweet spot just yet.)

     My heart was racing and pounding in my chest. This was too exciting for me. I couldn't stop now.

     I then decided I would be killed without breaking free. For this one I had to use one free hand (my right) to act as the villain again. I woke up and the villain asked my to join him. I told him, “Fuck You!” and he rammed the blade into my belly, hitting to the side of the navel. I kicked my straight legs and let out a “Aarrgh!” and died.

     On the next go-around, I decided to beg for my life. I pleaded and begged, saying, “No, please, no...” before I would stab myself repeatedly in the belly. My hips and legs jumped with each stab and I twisted and writhed with each stab.

     I couldn't believe how arousing the sensation was, so I decided to take it to the extreme and removed my shorts. I was now lying naked on the bed in full arousal. I held the toy knife over my belly and began squirming as if trying to escape. I pleaded and begged, then began stabbing myself in the belly mercilessly.

     I played out the agony and dying to its fullest. My heart continued pounding and racing. My legs squirmed and my gut muscles flexed with each assault. I stopped for about 3 seconds then commenced stabbing myself again. This was far more exciting than I had ever experienced in my young life.

     I then used both hands on the toy knife and rammed it full-force into my navel. The tip had little room to bend, so the belly-button took the full-blow of the stab.

     The sensation was electrifying. My abs flexed to their fullest. My chest raised off the bed. My hips lurched upward. My legs tightened and my toes curled. My eyes widened for the shock, while squinting at the sides. My brow raised and I let out a loud. “UUGGHHH!!!”

     I shot my load straight up my belly. My abs jerked as my cock pulsated and shot out load after load. I wasn't sure if it would ever end. (I really didn't want it to anyway.)

     My chest heaved and my face turned red. I fell back down, limp body, except for that one part, which continued throbbing and spewing out lesser amounts until it, too, finally calmed.

     I laid on my bed for a several moments, mesmerized by the whole ordeal. It was the first time that had ever happened and it was amazing.

     After some time, I pulled back on my shorts and headed down to the bathroom for a bath. I examined the red marks on my belly. Nothing to be worried about. And those most definitely were not going to be the last ones on my gut.

     It had indeed been a great adventure which led to the most satisfying of endings. The hero had died and I was spent.  It was the beginning of a great new relationship.]]>