https://arenafighter.adult/mybb/ Mon, 11 May 2026 14:23:31 +0000 MyBB https://arenafighter.adult/mybb/showthread.php?tid=7688 Sun, 03 Mar 2024 08:26:31 +0000 cv654]]> https://arenafighter.adult/mybb/showthread.php?tid=7688 Just as my previous story, this was also written for a user on Deviantart - and he had given me the following setup:

"Imagine yourself In a dark rainy day jogging in the park, just doing some physical activities, and then, all of a sudden, you saw some young man playing with his bellybutton, thinking, that nobody even hypothetically can see him..
What would you do in this kind of situation"

This is what I came up with...:

You should have found another park bench... You see, I was actually just minding my own business trying to get into shape. The last couple of years has been a bit hard on the old body, so running is kind of my new thing.
That and doing some kind of exercises, trying to get back the six pack.

I had just done a set of crunches, when the rain began. It started slowly, but all of a sudden it was pouring down - and on top of that, it was getting dark… Just my fucking luck…
I knew I had to find somewhere to seek cover from the cold, hard rain, so I started jogging to the far end of the park, where the big old oaks are…
As I found a tree that could keep me covered, I noticed that not one person was to be seen. Everybody was gone - I guess they rushed back home, when the rain began. But then I heard something on the path…
And there you were… How old are you? 18? Yeah, not much older than that…
You sat down on the bench opposite to the tree I was under - it was quite clear you hadn’t seen me… Actually, you hadn’t seen anybody and it was obvious, that you had noticed the same as me…
That the park was completely empty.

You opened your jacket and I could see that you were only wearing a t-shirt under it.
I think it was black, but that honestly doesn’t matter, for what you did next had me looking… You pulled up your shirt, so your stomach and belly button was exposed - the light made your abs stand out, those were actually pretty fine compared to my own… Which made me think, I should do some more workout, but then you started running your finger around your belly button. I looked as you were pressing and poking it, running your fingers down your V-line, over the waistband of your shorts and back up to your belly button…

The raindrops were slowly running over your skin and you clearly enjoyed it…
You found a stick on the ground, and started slowly pressing it into your belly button.
And that’s just about where I lost it - I don’t know why, because I normally don’t get jealous, but something just filled me with rage. You had the perfect body, the perfect looks, the perfect style - everything… So of course, you had to have the perfect death as well…

You didn’t notice me at first. But when I said “Hey, you need some help with that?” you looked kind of surprised.
You stood up, but your t-shirt didn’t fall down because of the rain.
You were wearing blue shorts, and from the way they sagged it was clear you were wearing black boxers with a white waistband… That waistband would be red from your blood within a few moments…

“Yeah” you said “Come on then”
“Well, sit down - I’ll give you some help”.
You sat down and I walked behind you, taking the stick you had used just a second before… What you failed to notice, was that I put it in my pocket and instead took out a 9 centimeter long knife…
I leaned down to my knees, and suddenly you felt my arm around you neck…
“Hey, what the fuck man…” you said - and then you saw the blade shining in the light…

“Arrrggh…. my belly” you moaned as the first stab hit you right in your outie…
You felt how the cold, sharp steel went into your belly button, and how the blood felt warm as I took the knife out again…
The next stab were just under your belly button and your legs started to twitch…
“Urgh…” was the only thing you managed to say…
As you looked down, the only thing you could see was my fingers around the shaft - the blade was deep in your body and it hurt like fuck!
The blood started running from your belly, mixing with the rain and giving the waistband of your boxers a distinct, red color.
You felt relieved as I retracted the knife - and maybe you even thought that it was over… But no, I jammed the knife into that hot, outie belly button once again…
“Please, no… I don’t….” your voice was getting weaker, as I pressed the knife deeper and deeper…
I let the knife sit there, and suddenly I noticed you tried to pull it out - it was hard, your strength was weakened, but after a minute or so you let out a cry and had the knife in your hand…
The problem for you was that - as I said - your strength was weakened, so even if you wanted to turn the tables, it wouldn’t be possible…

I grabbed the wrist of your right hand, which held the knife.
I lifted it and twisted it so the knife faced yourself again - then I guided it up to the solar plexus and pushed as hard as I could…
Your eyes opened wide up when the blade went in, and a thin stream of blood ran down your stomach. When it reached your belly button it separated and ran to both sides.

Your hand let go of the knife, and fell down next to you… You were getting limp, so I knew you were nearly there.
“I don’t wanna die” you whispered… But you knew it was too late.
I pulled out the knife once again and held it up towards the light… It was red from your blood.
I pulled your t-shirt even further up, exposing your chest. The rain drops ran down your chest and nipples - soon you would be dead, having only lived for 18 years.

I placed the knife right below your right nipple and slowly pushed it in.
Your chest muscle flexed a bit, and the blood started running down your rib cage.
“Noo” you whispered as you felt the blade sinking deeper and deeper into your body. I quickly pulled out the knife, making your body twitch, and then I stabbed you under your right nipple… Same thing happened - the blood almost looked like little roads being built…

This time, i pulled the knife out slowly - I wanted you to really feel it.
The last thing you ever felt was me placing the knife right over your heart..
“Is it now…?” you whispered.
“Yes” I answered, and rammed the knife into your chest.
You last breath was long and a little stream of blood started running from your mouth as your body twithced. Your head fell to the right and your eyes were wide opened.
I pulled out the knife, but took the branch you had played with before, and stuck it right into your belly button… Eventually the rain stopped, and I continued my jog, leaving your dead body with the open jacket and the t-shirt pulled up, behind. Dead for the world to see. ]]> Just as my previous story, this was also written for a user on Deviantart - and he had given me the following setup:

"Imagine yourself In a dark rainy day jogging in the park, just doing some physical activities, and then, all of a sudden, you saw some young man playing with his bellybutton, thinking, that nobody even hypothetically can see him..
What would you do in this kind of situation"

This is what I came up with...:

You should have found another park bench... You see, I was actually just minding my own business trying to get into shape. The last couple of years has been a bit hard on the old body, so running is kind of my new thing.
That and doing some kind of exercises, trying to get back the six pack.

I had just done a set of crunches, when the rain began. It started slowly, but all of a sudden it was pouring down - and on top of that, it was getting dark… Just my fucking luck…
I knew I had to find somewhere to seek cover from the cold, hard rain, so I started jogging to the far end of the park, where the big old oaks are…
As I found a tree that could keep me covered, I noticed that not one person was to be seen. Everybody was gone - I guess they rushed back home, when the rain began. But then I heard something on the path…
And there you were… How old are you? 18? Yeah, not much older than that…
You sat down on the bench opposite to the tree I was under - it was quite clear you hadn’t seen me… Actually, you hadn’t seen anybody and it was obvious, that you had noticed the same as me…
That the park was completely empty.

You opened your jacket and I could see that you were only wearing a t-shirt under it.
I think it was black, but that honestly doesn’t matter, for what you did next had me looking… You pulled up your shirt, so your stomach and belly button was exposed - the light made your abs stand out, those were actually pretty fine compared to my own… Which made me think, I should do some more workout, but then you started running your finger around your belly button. I looked as you were pressing and poking it, running your fingers down your V-line, over the waistband of your shorts and back up to your belly button…

The raindrops were slowly running over your skin and you clearly enjoyed it…
You found a stick on the ground, and started slowly pressing it into your belly button.
And that’s just about where I lost it - I don’t know why, because I normally don’t get jealous, but something just filled me with rage. You had the perfect body, the perfect looks, the perfect style - everything… So of course, you had to have the perfect death as well…

You didn’t notice me at first. But when I said “Hey, you need some help with that?” you looked kind of surprised.
You stood up, but your t-shirt didn’t fall down because of the rain.
You were wearing blue shorts, and from the way they sagged it was clear you were wearing black boxers with a white waistband… That waistband would be red from your blood within a few moments…

“Yeah” you said “Come on then”
“Well, sit down - I’ll give you some help”.
You sat down and I walked behind you, taking the stick you had used just a second before… What you failed to notice, was that I put it in my pocket and instead took out a 9 centimeter long knife…
I leaned down to my knees, and suddenly you felt my arm around you neck…
“Hey, what the fuck man…” you said - and then you saw the blade shining in the light…

“Arrrggh…. my belly” you moaned as the first stab hit you right in your outie…
You felt how the cold, sharp steel went into your belly button, and how the blood felt warm as I took the knife out again…
The next stab were just under your belly button and your legs started to twitch…
“Urgh…” was the only thing you managed to say…
As you looked down, the only thing you could see was my fingers around the shaft - the blade was deep in your body and it hurt like fuck!
The blood started running from your belly, mixing with the rain and giving the waistband of your boxers a distinct, red color.
You felt relieved as I retracted the knife - and maybe you even thought that it was over… But no, I jammed the knife into that hot, outie belly button once again…
“Please, no… I don’t….” your voice was getting weaker, as I pressed the knife deeper and deeper…
I let the knife sit there, and suddenly I noticed you tried to pull it out - it was hard, your strength was weakened, but after a minute or so you let out a cry and had the knife in your hand…
The problem for you was that - as I said - your strength was weakened, so even if you wanted to turn the tables, it wouldn’t be possible…

I grabbed the wrist of your right hand, which held the knife.
I lifted it and twisted it so the knife faced yourself again - then I guided it up to the solar plexus and pushed as hard as I could…
Your eyes opened wide up when the blade went in, and a thin stream of blood ran down your stomach. When it reached your belly button it separated and ran to both sides.

Your hand let go of the knife, and fell down next to you… You were getting limp, so I knew you were nearly there.
“I don’t wanna die” you whispered… But you knew it was too late.
I pulled out the knife once again and held it up towards the light… It was red from your blood.
I pulled your t-shirt even further up, exposing your chest. The rain drops ran down your chest and nipples - soon you would be dead, having only lived for 18 years.

I placed the knife right below your right nipple and slowly pushed it in.
Your chest muscle flexed a bit, and the blood started running down your rib cage.
“Noo” you whispered as you felt the blade sinking deeper and deeper into your body. I quickly pulled out the knife, making your body twitch, and then I stabbed you under your right nipple… Same thing happened - the blood almost looked like little roads being built…

This time, i pulled the knife out slowly - I wanted you to really feel it.
The last thing you ever felt was me placing the knife right over your heart..
“Is it now…?” you whispered.
“Yes” I answered, and rammed the knife into your chest.
You last breath was long and a little stream of blood started running from your mouth as your body twithced. Your head fell to the right and your eyes were wide opened.
I pulled out the knife, but took the branch you had played with before, and stuck it right into your belly button… Eventually the rain stopped, and I continued my jog, leaving your dead body with the open jacket and the t-shirt pulled up, behind. Dead for the world to see. ]]> https://arenafighter.adult/mybb/showthread.php?tid=7685 Wed, 28 Feb 2024 00:52:47 +0000 TheSilverGhost]]> https://arenafighter.adult/mybb/showthread.php?tid=7685 "Oomphh!" grunted Bob as he cupped his hands on either side of his round navel and stiffened.
"Oohh!" gasped George as a bullet slipped into the vertical slit in his belly that was his belly button.
"Awwwwhh!" screamed Jerry as a bullet hit his outie belly button and pushed it deep into his guts.
"Uhh!  Ohh!" gasped Pete as two bullets hit his quarter sized navel.
"Ahhh!  Gaah!" grunted Dave as a bullet slipped into his nickel sized belly button.
"Shooo nooooo!" screamed Jason as two bullets drove into his navel.
All six men fell gasping now from pain, rather than their exhertion.  The dark rider rode his motorcycle down the hill and to the gate of the court.  He got off and went in.  He walked over to Pete who lay on his side and nudged his shoulder, pushing him onto his back.  Then over to George who lay on his stomach with his hands folded on his belly under him.  The rider put his foot under George's shoulder and rolled him over his back.  Then to Dave who lay on his side, a nudge in the shoulder got him turned to his back, so that all three lay on their backs near each other.  The rider jumped up and landed with both feet on Dave's muscular stomach.
"Ooohhhhh!" groaned Dave as he drove the heel of one of his boots down onto Dave's navel.
The rider pulled a silenced pistol out of his jacket pocket.
"Help me!" gasped Dave.
A quick shot sent a bullet through Dave's heart.  His eyes went wide in disbelief, then rolled upward.  He stepped from Dave's belly onto Bob's belly.  As Bob groaned, the rider turned a little and drove the two of his boot down into Bob's navel.
"Stop!  Stop!" groaned Bob as he tried to push the rider off.
The rider shot twice and Bob clenched his teeth as more bullets burned into his belly above his navel.  The rider cocked the gun and pointed it Bob's head.
"Just do it." said Bob as he turned his head and closed his eyes.
A single shot hit Bob in the temple and his body jerked.  The rider hopped off of Bob's belly onto George's gut.
"Oh shooooo!" spat George as all the rider's weight came down on him.
George grimaced and squirmed as the rider bounced up and down on the balls of his foot, carefully tapping one heel on George's navel each time he came down.  He moved one foot down to George's waist and the other across George's rib cage and upper abdomen.
"Whatever you're going to do, get it over with.  I can't breathe." gasped George.
The rider put his gun up and pulled a pole off of his back.  George's eyes widened as a blade popped out of one end of the pole.
"Oh this can't be good." groaned George.
The rider stuck the blade in beside his foot below George's sternum, then slid it down to his other foot at George's waist, cutting his belly button in two.  The rider jumped off of George's belly and put his right foot on Jerry's belly and the other on Pete's belly.  George turned over on his side and curled up his legs to try and alleviate the pain.
"Oh crud." gulped George as he realized his mistake.
Blood poured from George's mouth as his guts rolled out of his belly.
"Get off!  get off!  Get off." screamed Pete.
The rider jumped back and forth from one foot to the other several times, driving his whole weight down on the twins' bellies alternately.  When he stopped both Jerry and Pete groaned in pain.
"Why are you doing this to us?" asked Jerry.
The rider jumped and turned in the air, where he came down with his left foot on Jerry and his right foot on Pete.  He pulled out his pistol again and fired two shots.
"Ooooohhhhhh!" screamed the brothers together as bullets hit their waists directly below their belly buttons.
He jumped and turned around again where he looked down at their pain filled eyes.  Jerry and Pete both whimpered in pain as he squatted, putting even more pressure on their bellies.  He put his pistol on Pete's side between his fifth and sixth rib, pointed into his body and at his brother who lay at his side.  The rider fired off three quick shots, moving the gun with each shot.
"Oooh!" gasped Pete.
"Noo!" gasped Jerry.
Jerry's eyes went wide and his mouth fell open slackly as he turned his head.  Pete's glasses maginified his baby blue eyes as they rolled upward.  A little blood ran from the corner of Pete's mouth as the rider stood.
"Oh no no no!" gasped Jason as he realized he was next.
The rider jumped from the twins to land with both feet firmly on Jason's belly.
"Oooohhhh!" screamed Jason as the rider ground his heel into Jason's big belly button.
Jason tried to curl his feet up and the rider fired a shot.
"Aaarraahh!" screamed Jason as a bullet hit the center of his chest.
He gasped for air for a few seconds, then went limp as his eyes closed.  The rider stepped off of Jason as he put up his gun and pulled six plastic bags out of another pocket.  He pulled all six of his victims' shoes, and shorts off.  He drew a knife from his boot and cut off each of their dicks and put them in seperate already labeled bags.  He sealed the bags and got back on his motorcycle and left, leaving the six dead basketball players as they lay.]]> "Oomphh!" grunted Bob as he cupped his hands on either side of his round navel and stiffened.
"Oohh!" gasped George as a bullet slipped into the vertical slit in his belly that was his belly button.
"Awwwwhh!" screamed Jerry as a bullet hit his outie belly button and pushed it deep into his guts.
"Uhh!  Ohh!" gasped Pete as two bullets hit his quarter sized navel.
"Ahhh!  Gaah!" grunted Dave as a bullet slipped into his nickel sized belly button.
"Shooo nooooo!" screamed Jason as two bullets drove into his navel.
All six men fell gasping now from pain, rather than their exhertion.  The dark rider rode his motorcycle down the hill and to the gate of the court.  He got off and went in.  He walked over to Pete who lay on his side and nudged his shoulder, pushing him onto his back.  Then over to George who lay on his stomach with his hands folded on his belly under him.  The rider put his foot under George's shoulder and rolled him over his back.  Then to Dave who lay on his side, a nudge in the shoulder got him turned to his back, so that all three lay on their backs near each other.  The rider jumped up and landed with both feet on Dave's muscular stomach.
"Ooohhhhh!" groaned Dave as he drove the heel of one of his boots down onto Dave's navel.
The rider pulled a silenced pistol out of his jacket pocket.
"Help me!" gasped Dave.
A quick shot sent a bullet through Dave's heart.  His eyes went wide in disbelief, then rolled upward.  He stepped from Dave's belly onto Bob's belly.  As Bob groaned, the rider turned a little and drove the two of his boot down into Bob's navel.
"Stop!  Stop!" groaned Bob as he tried to push the rider off.
The rider shot twice and Bob clenched his teeth as more bullets burned into his belly above his navel.  The rider cocked the gun and pointed it Bob's head.
"Just do it." said Bob as he turned his head and closed his eyes.
A single shot hit Bob in the temple and his body jerked.  The rider hopped off of Bob's belly onto George's gut.
"Oh shooooo!" spat George as all the rider's weight came down on him.
George grimaced and squirmed as the rider bounced up and down on the balls of his foot, carefully tapping one heel on George's navel each time he came down.  He moved one foot down to George's waist and the other across George's rib cage and upper abdomen.
"Whatever you're going to do, get it over with.  I can't breathe." gasped George.
The rider put his gun up and pulled a pole off of his back.  George's eyes widened as a blade popped out of one end of the pole.
"Oh this can't be good." groaned George.
The rider stuck the blade in beside his foot below George's sternum, then slid it down to his other foot at George's waist, cutting his belly button in two.  The rider jumped off of George's belly and put his right foot on Jerry's belly and the other on Pete's belly.  George turned over on his side and curled up his legs to try and alleviate the pain.
"Oh crud." gulped George as he realized his mistake.
Blood poured from George's mouth as his guts rolled out of his belly.
"Get off!  get off!  Get off." screamed Pete.
The rider jumped back and forth from one foot to the other several times, driving his whole weight down on the twins' bellies alternately.  When he stopped both Jerry and Pete groaned in pain.
"Why are you doing this to us?" asked Jerry.
The rider jumped and turned in the air, where he came down with his left foot on Jerry and his right foot on Pete.  He pulled out his pistol again and fired two shots.
"Ooooohhhhhh!" screamed the brothers together as bullets hit their waists directly below their belly buttons.
He jumped and turned around again where he looked down at their pain filled eyes.  Jerry and Pete both whimpered in pain as he squatted, putting even more pressure on their bellies.  He put his pistol on Pete's side between his fifth and sixth rib, pointed into his body and at his brother who lay at his side.  The rider fired off three quick shots, moving the gun with each shot.
"Oooh!" gasped Pete.
"Noo!" gasped Jerry.
Jerry's eyes went wide and his mouth fell open slackly as he turned his head.  Pete's glasses maginified his baby blue eyes as they rolled upward.  A little blood ran from the corner of Pete's mouth as the rider stood.
"Oh no no no!" gasped Jason as he realized he was next.
The rider jumped from the twins to land with both feet firmly on Jason's belly.
"Oooohhhh!" screamed Jason as the rider ground his heel into Jason's big belly button.
Jason tried to curl his feet up and the rider fired a shot.
"Aaarraahh!" screamed Jason as a bullet hit the center of his chest.
He gasped for air for a few seconds, then went limp as his eyes closed.  The rider stepped off of Jason as he put up his gun and pulled six plastic bags out of another pocket.  He pulled all six of his victims' shoes, and shorts off.  He drew a knife from his boot and cut off each of their dicks and put them in seperate already labeled bags.  He sealed the bags and got back on his motorcycle and left, leaving the six dead basketball players as they lay.]]> https://arenafighter.adult/mybb/showthread.php?tid=7682 Mon, 26 Feb 2024 11:17:49 +0000 cv654]]> https://arenafighter.adult/mybb/showthread.php?tid=7682

I knew you were going to be my next victim, the minute I saw you walking down the street.
We were all alone in the dark and you just looked too good - young, lean, handsome - you had it all.
You were wearing black sweatpants and a gray hoodie - and I could see your hand was hidden under your shirt, so I guess you were playing with your belly button…
Poking it, fingering it, massaging it. You clearly enjoyed it…

You didn’t hear me coming from behind, but when I put my hand around your neck and started choking you, you let out a “What the fuck…”
I dragged you into my building - careful not to strangle you to death, because that’s no fun… Oh no - when somebody is going to die, a good belly stabbing is always the best way.
The cold, hard steel, slowly cutting into the belly button, fucking up the insides of the victim. The blood running down the stomach, following the abs or the V-line.
I just love it - and you did too…

While you were passed out, I slowly removed your hoodie.
You were wearing a black t-shirt underneath it, and I pulled it up so it exposed your abs and that cute outie of yours.
You were laying on a table and I tied your hands over your head, so your belly were stretched all it could be.
Slowly I started touching your belly button - just casually running my finger around. I added more and more pressure and suddenly you woke up…

“What… Where am I…? And who are you…?” you said.
“I am the guy, who is going to take your life…”
“Please, mister… I haven’t done anything - I am just 18.. Please…”
“Listen kid - you’re at the end of the line here. You can scream all you want, but nobody can hear you. Nobody will come and help you. It’s just you and me and the knife here…”

I took out my knife and when you saw it, it was clear you knew that there was no way out of this.
“Listen kid… It’s pretty simple - we can do this slow or fast. If I stab you right through your heart, you’re dead within seconds… But - if I stab your belly button, it will take longer and be ever so more painful… But hey, you get to choose… Where is it going to be - heart or belly?”
It didn’t take you long to come up with an answer…
“Okay - if this really is my last day alive, then at least let my death be great and something I can enjoy just as much as you.. Let me have it right in the belly - and don’t stop even if I say so… Don’t stop before I am dead!”

I placed the tip of the knife right in the center of your belly button.
I barely touched it and it was obvious you felt it tickle a bit.
You looked at me, took a deep breath and said “I am ready!”

I slowly pushed the knife deeper and deeper into your navel.
You didn’t scream - not at all.
Not even when the blood started running to both sides, following the lines of your perfect abs.
You felt the cold, hard steel going deeper and deeper into your body - what a feeling.
When the blade was all the way in, I started pulling it out - but you put your hand on top of mine.
“No - leave it for a couple of seconds…”
I pressed the the knife back into your belly button even harder this time. Just to let you have a bit more excitement…
“Urgh” you moaned… “ and after a couple of seconds you said “Take it out…”
I pulled the knife back out and looked at the blood running down your flat stomach.
“Please, stab me again - but harder this time…”
I placed the knife over your belly button again - and this time I pressed it deep, hard and fast… Your legs twisted and jerked when the shaft of the knife touched your stomach…

You let out a deep moan.
I took out the knife again - and this time I pulled it ever so slowly, so you could feel the blade coming out.
You felt the warm blood running down your stomach - reaching the waistband of your sweatpants and following it around your body.
“Again!” you said “Come on man, kill me!”

Once again I placed the knife right over your belly button and slowly started pressing it in.
You felt the blade cutting through your skin, felt the pain and felt how it started to drain you for energy.
The pain was intense, but you liked it.
This time I only pulled the knife halfways out of your navel, before jamming it back in again.
“Uuuuarhgh….” you moaned and your legs jerked from muscle spasms.
I did it again.
Slowly retracted the knife halfways and then pushing it back into your belly button.

When I pulled it all the way out, you let out a deep breath.
“Please…” you whispered. “Kill me - I want to feel the blade again…”
I found a place in your belly button that hadn’t been stabbed yet - and your eyes became big with excitement as I started pressing the knife back in - slowly, so you could feel how it hurt.
When the shaft reached your skin and the blade was all the way in your eyes were wide open.
“One.. more… time… and I… will.. die” you whispered.

This was it. The final stab. The stab that would kill you.
I looked down on your belly. The blood was running from it in thin lines. Following your abs, your v-line, running along the waistband of your sweatpants. Dripping onto the table.

I held the knife over my head, I aimed it right at the center of your cute outie belly button, and when the blade touched it your entire body jerked as it went deeper and deeper into your navel.
“Uuuuuuuuuuaaaaaarrrrrghhhhhh…. I’m…… dying……” was the last thing you said as you felt the blade go deeper and deeper and everything got darker and darker…

I watched your body go limp, I watched the blood running in slow lines from your belly and when I let go of the knife, I decided to let it sit in your stomach. You deserved it, having begged for it. ]]>

I knew you were going to be my next victim, the minute I saw you walking down the street.
We were all alone in the dark and you just looked too good - young, lean, handsome - you had it all.
You were wearing black sweatpants and a gray hoodie - and I could see your hand was hidden under your shirt, so I guess you were playing with your belly button…
Poking it, fingering it, massaging it. You clearly enjoyed it…

You didn’t hear me coming from behind, but when I put my hand around your neck and started choking you, you let out a “What the fuck…”
I dragged you into my building - careful not to strangle you to death, because that’s no fun… Oh no - when somebody is going to die, a good belly stabbing is always the best way.
The cold, hard steel, slowly cutting into the belly button, fucking up the insides of the victim. The blood running down the stomach, following the abs or the V-line.
I just love it - and you did too…

While you were passed out, I slowly removed your hoodie.
You were wearing a black t-shirt underneath it, and I pulled it up so it exposed your abs and that cute outie of yours.
You were laying on a table and I tied your hands over your head, so your belly were stretched all it could be.
Slowly I started touching your belly button - just casually running my finger around. I added more and more pressure and suddenly you woke up…

“What… Where am I…? And who are you…?” you said.
“I am the guy, who is going to take your life…”
“Please, mister… I haven’t done anything - I am just 18.. Please…”
“Listen kid - you’re at the end of the line here. You can scream all you want, but nobody can hear you. Nobody will come and help you. It’s just you and me and the knife here…”

I took out my knife and when you saw it, it was clear you knew that there was no way out of this.
“Listen kid… It’s pretty simple - we can do this slow or fast. If I stab you right through your heart, you’re dead within seconds… But - if I stab your belly button, it will take longer and be ever so more painful… But hey, you get to choose… Where is it going to be - heart or belly?”
It didn’t take you long to come up with an answer…
“Okay - if this really is my last day alive, then at least let my death be great and something I can enjoy just as much as you.. Let me have it right in the belly - and don’t stop even if I say so… Don’t stop before I am dead!”

I placed the tip of the knife right in the center of your belly button.
I barely touched it and it was obvious you felt it tickle a bit.
You looked at me, took a deep breath and said “I am ready!”

I slowly pushed the knife deeper and deeper into your navel.
You didn’t scream - not at all.
Not even when the blood started running to both sides, following the lines of your perfect abs.
You felt the cold, hard steel going deeper and deeper into your body - what a feeling.
When the blade was all the way in, I started pulling it out - but you put your hand on top of mine.
“No - leave it for a couple of seconds…”
I pressed the the knife back into your belly button even harder this time. Just to let you have a bit more excitement…
“Urgh” you moaned… “ and after a couple of seconds you said “Take it out…”
I pulled the knife back out and looked at the blood running down your flat stomach.
“Please, stab me again - but harder this time…”
I placed the knife over your belly button again - and this time I pressed it deep, hard and fast… Your legs twisted and jerked when the shaft of the knife touched your stomach…

You let out a deep moan.
I took out the knife again - and this time I pulled it ever so slowly, so you could feel the blade coming out.
You felt the warm blood running down your stomach - reaching the waistband of your sweatpants and following it around your body.
“Again!” you said “Come on man, kill me!”

Once again I placed the knife right over your belly button and slowly started pressing it in.
You felt the blade cutting through your skin, felt the pain and felt how it started to drain you for energy.
The pain was intense, but you liked it.
This time I only pulled the knife halfways out of your navel, before jamming it back in again.
“Uuuuarhgh….” you moaned and your legs jerked from muscle spasms.
I did it again.
Slowly retracted the knife halfways and then pushing it back into your belly button.

When I pulled it all the way out, you let out a deep breath.
“Please…” you whispered. “Kill me - I want to feel the blade again…”
I found a place in your belly button that hadn’t been stabbed yet - and your eyes became big with excitement as I started pressing the knife back in - slowly, so you could feel how it hurt.
When the shaft reached your skin and the blade was all the way in your eyes were wide open.
“One.. more… time… and I… will.. die” you whispered.

This was it. The final stab. The stab that would kill you.
I looked down on your belly. The blood was running from it in thin lines. Following your abs, your v-line, running along the waistband of your sweatpants. Dripping onto the table.

I held the knife over my head, I aimed it right at the center of your cute outie belly button, and when the blade touched it your entire body jerked as it went deeper and deeper into your navel.
“Uuuuuuuuuuaaaaaarrrrrghhhhhh…. I’m…… dying……” was the last thing you said as you felt the blade go deeper and deeper and everything got darker and darker…

I watched your body go limp, I watched the blood running in slow lines from your belly and when I let go of the knife, I decided to let it sit in your stomach. You deserved it, having begged for it. ]]> https://arenafighter.adult/mybb/showthread.php?tid=7612 Mon, 01 Jan 2024 04:27:23 +0000 TheSilverGhost]]> https://arenafighter.adult/mybb/showthread.php?tid=7612 "Why do we dress like this every year?" complained Allen.
"It's tradition." said Jerry.
They went to Jerry's truck and he passed out bows to each of them and quivers with only three arrows in them.
"We only get three shots, so someone had better get lucky or we go hungry tonight." sadi Peter.
"Alex and Pete, you go to the top of the ridge and we'll go along the bottom and see what we can find." said Jerry.
As the six men seperated and moved into the woods they had no idea that another group of men had been watching from the ridge above.  They were dressed similarly except on their arm bands they had the emblem of the Shawnee nation.  The leader of the group whispered to his followers:
"Those Cherokee dogs are hunting on Shawnee ground.  As soon as they get in range, we make them pay.  Make them suffer, shoot them in their bellies."

Twenty minutes later Peter and Alex made it to the top of the ridge and were beginning to walk along the top looking for any signs of wild life.
"Do you have any idea how ridiculous we look in these things?" asked Alex.
"Our ancestors hunted like this for centuries." said Peter.
"I'll bet they looked just as silly." said Alex.
Shump.  Alex stopped short and dropped his bow.  Peter turned around and looked at his son.  Alex stood with a dumbfounded look on his face and his hands wrapped around an arrow that stuck perfectly into his round belly button.
"Alex!" screamed Peter as he dropped his bow and moved toward his son.
Shump.  Peter dropped his bow and fell to his knees bent over with an arrow stuck above his loincloth and below his navel.  Shump.  Shump.  Shump.
"Oooohhhh!" groaned Alex as he took a step back when three more arrows drove into his toned belly.
Peter forced himself to straighten up and reached toward Alex.
"Dad!  Help me!  Daddy!" gasped Alex.
Shump.  Alex stiffened as an arrow hit between his sixth and seventh rib.  His pale blue eyes went blank and blood dribbled over his lower lip.  Alex's legs gave out and he fell in front of Peter and lay motionless.  Shump.
"Ooomphhh!" grunted Peter as an arrow slid into his deep round navel.
Peter stumbled to his feet and tried to make it over to where Alex lay.  Shump.  Shump.  Shump.
"Ooooooooo!" screamed Peter as three more arrows hit his belly.
Peter looked around trying to find the archers.
"Why?" asked Peter as he looked down at his fallen son.
Shump.  The only answer Peter got was the pain of an arrow hitting the middle of his chest.  Peter gurgled and fell back.  He landed on the edge of the ridge and slid down the hill almost at the feet of Jerry and his sons.
"Pete!" cried Jerry as he ran toward his twin brother.
Shump.  Shump.  Jerry stopped running and stumbled, then fell to his knees clutching arrows that stuck on either side of his navel angled into his guts.  Shump.
"Uuffh!" spat Jerry as an arrow plugged into his belly button.
"Dad!" cried Dennis.
"Daddy!" gasped Thomas.
Shump.  Jerry spun around as an arrow hit just left of the center of his chest.  He spun down to the ground beside Peter and lay motionless.  A hail of arrows came from the woods toward the three brothers.  Thomas staggered back and looked down in shock as sixteen shafts stuck in his rounded belly.  Dennis leaned back against a tree with six arrows in a straight line up the middle of his long lean belly from the top of his loin cloth to just below his sternum.  Allen stiffened and bent a little as he wrapped his hands around the two arrows in his big round belly button.
"Great, we get turned into pin cushions and he gets two in the belly button." groaned Thomas.
Shump.
"Eeeyaaaahhhh!" shrieked Allen as an arrow hit between his navel and his loin cloth at his waist.
Shump.  Shump.  Dennis stood up to his full height as arrows hit between his sixth and seventh ribs on both sides.
"Ullkh!" gagged Dennis as blood poured over his lower lip.
Dennis slid down the tree and sat staring blankly at Allen.  Shump.  Thomas took a couple of staggering steps back as an arrow hit the left side of his chest.  He fell flat on his back and lay still.  Allen looked around him and groaned.  One look at Thomas' eyes rolled upward and he knew his baby brother was dead.  The empty look in Dennis's eyes confirmed he was dead.  Allen stumbled toward his father.  The slack jawed empty eyed look on Jerry's face confirmed that he was already dead.  He looked over at Peter and saw that his face was a mask of agony.  Peter's belly jerked up and down in heavy gasps and Allen was relieved to find at least one of his family still alive.  Shump.  Peter arched his back and groaned as an arrow hit below his sternum with the arrow angled so that the arrowhead went up under his ribs.
"Gluck!" spat Peter through a mouthful of blood.
Allen shook his head as Peter's eyes went wide and his belly stopped pumping.  Shump.
"Oh!" gasped Allen as an arrowhead went into his heart.
He fell to his knees, then over on his side.  Allen had joined his brother, father, uncle, and cousin in death.]]> "Why do we dress like this every year?" complained Allen.
"It's tradition." said Jerry.
They went to Jerry's truck and he passed out bows to each of them and quivers with only three arrows in them.
"We only get three shots, so someone had better get lucky or we go hungry tonight." sadi Peter.
"Alex and Pete, you go to the top of the ridge and we'll go along the bottom and see what we can find." said Jerry.
As the six men seperated and moved into the woods they had no idea that another group of men had been watching from the ridge above.  They were dressed similarly except on their arm bands they had the emblem of the Shawnee nation.  The leader of the group whispered to his followers:
"Those Cherokee dogs are hunting on Shawnee ground.  As soon as they get in range, we make them pay.  Make them suffer, shoot them in their bellies."

Twenty minutes later Peter and Alex made it to the top of the ridge and were beginning to walk along the top looking for any signs of wild life.
"Do you have any idea how ridiculous we look in these things?" asked Alex.
"Our ancestors hunted like this for centuries." said Peter.
"I'll bet they looked just as silly." said Alex.
Shump.  Alex stopped short and dropped his bow.  Peter turned around and looked at his son.  Alex stood with a dumbfounded look on his face and his hands wrapped around an arrow that stuck perfectly into his round belly button.
"Alex!" screamed Peter as he dropped his bow and moved toward his son.
Shump.  Peter dropped his bow and fell to his knees bent over with an arrow stuck above his loincloth and below his navel.  Shump.  Shump.  Shump.
"Oooohhhh!" groaned Alex as he took a step back when three more arrows drove into his toned belly.
Peter forced himself to straighten up and reached toward Alex.
"Dad!  Help me!  Daddy!" gasped Alex.
Shump.  Alex stiffened as an arrow hit between his sixth and seventh rib.  His pale blue eyes went blank and blood dribbled over his lower lip.  Alex's legs gave out and he fell in front of Peter and lay motionless.  Shump.
"Ooomphhh!" grunted Peter as an arrow slid into his deep round navel.
Peter stumbled to his feet and tried to make it over to where Alex lay.  Shump.  Shump.  Shump.
"Ooooooooo!" screamed Peter as three more arrows hit his belly.
Peter looked around trying to find the archers.
"Why?" asked Peter as he looked down at his fallen son.
Shump.  The only answer Peter got was the pain of an arrow hitting the middle of his chest.  Peter gurgled and fell back.  He landed on the edge of the ridge and slid down the hill almost at the feet of Jerry and his sons.
"Pete!" cried Jerry as he ran toward his twin brother.
Shump.  Shump.  Jerry stopped running and stumbled, then fell to his knees clutching arrows that stuck on either side of his navel angled into his guts.  Shump.
"Uuffh!" spat Jerry as an arrow plugged into his belly button.
"Dad!" cried Dennis.
"Daddy!" gasped Thomas.
Shump.  Jerry spun around as an arrow hit just left of the center of his chest.  He spun down to the ground beside Peter and lay motionless.  A hail of arrows came from the woods toward the three brothers.  Thomas staggered back and looked down in shock as sixteen shafts stuck in his rounded belly.  Dennis leaned back against a tree with six arrows in a straight line up the middle of his long lean belly from the top of his loin cloth to just below his sternum.  Allen stiffened and bent a little as he wrapped his hands around the two arrows in his big round belly button.
"Great, we get turned into pin cushions and he gets two in the belly button." groaned Thomas.
Shump.
"Eeeyaaaahhhh!" shrieked Allen as an arrow hit between his navel and his loin cloth at his waist.
Shump.  Shump.  Dennis stood up to his full height as arrows hit between his sixth and seventh ribs on both sides.
"Ullkh!" gagged Dennis as blood poured over his lower lip.
Dennis slid down the tree and sat staring blankly at Allen.  Shump.  Thomas took a couple of staggering steps back as an arrow hit the left side of his chest.  He fell flat on his back and lay still.  Allen looked around him and groaned.  One look at Thomas' eyes rolled upward and he knew his baby brother was dead.  The empty look in Dennis's eyes confirmed he was dead.  Allen stumbled toward his father.  The slack jawed empty eyed look on Jerry's face confirmed that he was already dead.  He looked over at Peter and saw that his face was a mask of agony.  Peter's belly jerked up and down in heavy gasps and Allen was relieved to find at least one of his family still alive.  Shump.  Peter arched his back and groaned as an arrow hit below his sternum with the arrow angled so that the arrowhead went up under his ribs.
"Gluck!" spat Peter through a mouthful of blood.
Allen shook his head as Peter's eyes went wide and his belly stopped pumping.  Shump.
"Oh!" gasped Allen as an arrowhead went into his heart.
He fell to his knees, then over on his side.  Allen had joined his brother, father, uncle, and cousin in death.]]> https://arenafighter.adult/mybb/showthread.php?tid=7488 Wed, 06 Sep 2023 13:55:17 +0000 TheSilverGhost]]> https://arenafighter.adult/mybb/showthread.php?tid=7488 "They were so young." sobbed Abryanna softly.
"I can't believe they're gone." answered George trying to hold back tears.
"And they died so hard, both of them shot in the belly." said Abryanna trying to stifle a smile.
"How would you know that?" asked George as he turned toward Abryanna.
Abryanna reached into her bag and pulled out a small pistol with a silencer on the barrel.  She pushed the barrel tightly into George's belly above his pants and angled it up.  She smiled when she felt how his soft belly gave under the pressure.  Thip.  Thip.  Thip.  George's brown eyes widened as he stood up on his toes.  Donald and Bob heard the noise and turned toward Abryanna.  Thip.  Thip.  Both men raised their hands beside their heads, closed their eyes tightly, clenched their teeth and slammed back into the wall.
"My favorite sound the world, bodies hitting dry wall." laughed Abryanna.
Donald and Bob slid down to seated positions as blood stained their shirts over their chest.  Donald opened his mouth and blood ran from the corner.  Thip.  Thip.  Thip.  Thip.  Donald and Bob jerked, but made no noise as Abryanna pumped a couple of rounds into their bellies for good measure.  Bob opened his eyes and they rolled upward.  George sank to his knees with both hands cupped on his belly.  Abryanna took out her empty clip and loaded in a full one.
"You!  You shot me in the gut!" gasped George.
Thip.  Thip.  George grimaced as bullets cut through his thighs.  Abryanna smiled as she knelt in front of him.
"If you think the first five bullets hurt, then this one is going to be agony." said Abryanna as she tucked the silencer into the frunt of George's pants.
"Oh no!  Please don't do that." gasped George.
Thip.  George's eyes widened and he let out a little squeal as he was castrated by the shot.  Abryanna pulled the gun out of his pants and George bent over where his forehead touched the floor.  Thip.  George let out a little grunt as a bullet hit between his shoulder blades.  Abryanna put her pistol back in her bag and pulled out a pair of twin daggers.  She put one in Jerry's belly and the other in Peter's belly.  Abryanna smiled as she skipped out of the funeral home.]]> "They were so young." sobbed Abryanna softly.
"I can't believe they're gone." answered George trying to hold back tears.
"And they died so hard, both of them shot in the belly." said Abryanna trying to stifle a smile.
"How would you know that?" asked George as he turned toward Abryanna.
Abryanna reached into her bag and pulled out a small pistol with a silencer on the barrel.  She pushed the barrel tightly into George's belly above his pants and angled it up.  She smiled when she felt how his soft belly gave under the pressure.  Thip.  Thip.  Thip.  George's brown eyes widened as he stood up on his toes.  Donald and Bob heard the noise and turned toward Abryanna.  Thip.  Thip.  Both men raised their hands beside their heads, closed their eyes tightly, clenched their teeth and slammed back into the wall.
"My favorite sound the world, bodies hitting dry wall." laughed Abryanna.
Donald and Bob slid down to seated positions as blood stained their shirts over their chest.  Donald opened his mouth and blood ran from the corner.  Thip.  Thip.  Thip.  Thip.  Donald and Bob jerked, but made no noise as Abryanna pumped a couple of rounds into their bellies for good measure.  Bob opened his eyes and they rolled upward.  George sank to his knees with both hands cupped on his belly.  Abryanna took out her empty clip and loaded in a full one.
"You!  You shot me in the gut!" gasped George.
Thip.  Thip.  George grimaced as bullets cut through his thighs.  Abryanna smiled as she knelt in front of him.
"If you think the first five bullets hurt, then this one is going to be agony." said Abryanna as she tucked the silencer into the frunt of George's pants.
"Oh no!  Please don't do that." gasped George.
Thip.  George's eyes widened and he let out a little squeal as he was castrated by the shot.  Abryanna pulled the gun out of his pants and George bent over where his forehead touched the floor.  Thip.  George let out a little grunt as a bullet hit between his shoulder blades.  Abryanna put her pistol back in her bag and pulled out a pair of twin daggers.  She put one in Jerry's belly and the other in Peter's belly.  Abryanna smiled as she skipped out of the funeral home.]]> https://arenafighter.adult/mybb/showthread.php?tid=7486 Sat, 02 Sep 2023 17:22:04 +0000 TheSilverGhost]]> https://arenafighter.adult/mybb/showthread.php?tid=7486 "Is he going to?" asked Abryanna under her breath.
Abryanna's face brightened in a smile and her eyes widened as Jerry slid his briefs down his legs then stepped out of them.  Abryanna loaded a bolt into her crossbow as Jerry waded into the pond.  Abryanna watched in admiration as Jerry swam back and forth in the pond.  Finally he had finished his work out and came back to the shallow water.  He stood up in thigh deep water and wiped his eyes.  Jerry had pushed himself to swim farther and faster and he was out of breath.  Abryanna watched his six pack tighten and release as he sucked in air.
"Oh this is so much fun." cooed Abryanna.
Thonk.  Jerry's eyes widened and his mouth fell open as an arrow hit the middle of his belly.
"Ooohhh!" screamed Jerry as he wrapped his fingers around the shaft.
Thonk.  Jerry gulped as an arrow slid into his navel.  Jerry looked down and shook his head.  He looked up at the woods hoping to see his attacker.  He spotted Abryanna as she brought her crossbow up for another shot.
"Why?" cried Jerry as she took careful aim.
Thunk.  The only answer Jerry got was the pain of an arrow as it went into his heart.  Jerry raised his hands as he lay back in the water.  He floated on the water limply, being carried by the current.  Abryanna noticed his eyes were wide and blank and a little blood ran from the corner of his mouth.
"Well that's good, they were born on the same day and they died on the same day." said Abryanna as she walked away from the pond.]]> "Is he going to?" asked Abryanna under her breath.
Abryanna's face brightened in a smile and her eyes widened as Jerry slid his briefs down his legs then stepped out of them.  Abryanna loaded a bolt into her crossbow as Jerry waded into the pond.  Abryanna watched in admiration as Jerry swam back and forth in the pond.  Finally he had finished his work out and came back to the shallow water.  He stood up in thigh deep water and wiped his eyes.  Jerry had pushed himself to swim farther and faster and he was out of breath.  Abryanna watched his six pack tighten and release as he sucked in air.
"Oh this is so much fun." cooed Abryanna.
Thonk.  Jerry's eyes widened and his mouth fell open as an arrow hit the middle of his belly.
"Ooohhh!" screamed Jerry as he wrapped his fingers around the shaft.
Thonk.  Jerry gulped as an arrow slid into his navel.  Jerry looked down and shook his head.  He looked up at the woods hoping to see his attacker.  He spotted Abryanna as she brought her crossbow up for another shot.
"Why?" cried Jerry as she took careful aim.
Thunk.  The only answer Jerry got was the pain of an arrow as it went into his heart.  Jerry raised his hands as he lay back in the water.  He floated on the water limply, being carried by the current.  Abryanna noticed his eyes were wide and blank and a little blood ran from the corner of his mouth.
"Well that's good, they were born on the same day and they died on the same day." said Abryanna as she walked away from the pond.]]> https://arenafighter.adult/mybb/showthread.php?tid=7447 Wed, 09 Aug 2023 18:30:03 +0000 TheSilverGhost]]> https://arenafighter.adult/mybb/showthread.php?tid=7447 "It seems a shame to disturb him.  He looks so hot like that.  There's only one thing that could make that scene even hotter." said Abryanna as she flicked the safety off on her crossbow.
She took careful aim and slowly squeezed the trigger.  Shomp.  Peter's baby blue eyes opened wide as the bolt sank perfectly into his navel.
"Oooohhhhh!" groaned Peter as looked down at his belly.
Shump.  Another bolt hit, driving through the button of his jeans and deep into the pit of his stomach.
"Yeeeeeaaaaannnggggaaahhh!" shrieked Peter as he tried to bent over.
Abryanna picked up a bolt with a heavy arrowhead that was shaped like a bell, but was solid steel.
"Time for the kill shot." said Abryanna with a smile.
Shunk.  The blunted arrowhead hit Peter in the middle of his broad chest and dropped to the ground.
"Yeeullcchhh!" spat Peter.
His eyes widened and his mouth opened and closed as if he were trying to draw in breath that just wouldn't come.  The heavy bird blunt had done its job, it had shattered Peter's breastbone and sent the shards through his lungs and heart.  Peter settled back into the same position he had been in.  His mouth opened a little and Abryanna giggled as she watched blood trickle from the corner of his mouth.  She watched his belly heave up and down in hard labored shallow breaths, then it stopped.  Peter's glasses magnified his eyes as they opened and his baby blue eyes rolled upward.  Abryanna shuddered in delight when she realized that Peter was dead.]]> "It seems a shame to disturb him.  He looks so hot like that.  There's only one thing that could make that scene even hotter." said Abryanna as she flicked the safety off on her crossbow.
She took careful aim and slowly squeezed the trigger.  Shomp.  Peter's baby blue eyes opened wide as the bolt sank perfectly into his navel.
"Oooohhhhh!" groaned Peter as looked down at his belly.
Shump.  Another bolt hit, driving through the button of his jeans and deep into the pit of his stomach.
"Yeeeeeaaaaannnggggaaahhh!" shrieked Peter as he tried to bent over.
Abryanna picked up a bolt with a heavy arrowhead that was shaped like a bell, but was solid steel.
"Time for the kill shot." said Abryanna with a smile.
Shunk.  The blunted arrowhead hit Peter in the middle of his broad chest and dropped to the ground.
"Yeeullcchhh!" spat Peter.
His eyes widened and his mouth opened and closed as if he were trying to draw in breath that just wouldn't come.  The heavy bird blunt had done its job, it had shattered Peter's breastbone and sent the shards through his lungs and heart.  Peter settled back into the same position he had been in.  His mouth opened a little and Abryanna giggled as she watched blood trickle from the corner of his mouth.  She watched his belly heave up and down in hard labored shallow breaths, then it stopped.  Peter's glasses magnified his eyes as they opened and his baby blue eyes rolled upward.  Abryanna shuddered in delight when she realized that Peter was dead.]]> https://arenafighter.adult/mybb/showthread.php?tid=7428 Mon, 10 Jul 2023 12:47:45 +0000 TheSilverGhost]]> https://arenafighter.adult/mybb/showthread.php?tid=7428 "You had better be careful there, Pete, pretty soon all you'll have left is your glasses." said George as he sat back down.
Peter sat back down at his chair and huffed.  This was the moment he had waited on all night.  He and Jerry had lost his shirt earlier in the night, now all four men were shirtless.  What the other three men did not know was that the backs of their chairs were covered with a heavy woven kevlar bag, and under the table were arranged four 410 caliber pistols.  Peter had bought the pistols because of the reputation as "belly guns" designed to be fired point blank range into a person's belly to do the most damage.  Peter also was not wearing his usual glasses, the ear piece contained a control, while the left eye showed the display of tiny cameras attached to the barrels of the guns.  As he took his cards in his left hand he used his right hand to adjust the aim of the guns.  He got the first on just above the swirly outie navel of Jerry, then he maneuvered the second one above John's shallow round navel, the third one he set directly on the deep vertical slit that was George's belly button, finally he moved the final camera to focus on his own deep round navel.  Pete took a slow deep breath, then pressed a button on the table.  KA-BLAM.  All four men rocked back in their seats.
"What happened?" gasped George as he began to fall forward.
He lay his head down on the table and blood poured out of his mouth as his eyes crossed.  John lay his head back over the back of his chair and blood ran from both corners of his mouth.  Jerry sat back in the chair and his head sagged over to the side as blood ran from the corner of his mouth.  Peter bounced off the back of the chair and flopped forward onto the table.  His glasses slid to the middle of the table as blood poured out of his mouth and his eyes rolled upward.  All four men had huge holes blown through their bellies and he kevlar bags on the chairs had served their purpose in catching their guts and the bullets as they came out of their backs.  Peter's death trap had worked perfectly, they all died before they even knew what had happened to them.]]> "You had better be careful there, Pete, pretty soon all you'll have left is your glasses." said George as he sat back down.
Peter sat back down at his chair and huffed.  This was the moment he had waited on all night.  He and Jerry had lost his shirt earlier in the night, now all four men were shirtless.  What the other three men did not know was that the backs of their chairs were covered with a heavy woven kevlar bag, and under the table were arranged four 410 caliber pistols.  Peter had bought the pistols because of the reputation as "belly guns" designed to be fired point blank range into a person's belly to do the most damage.  Peter also was not wearing his usual glasses, the ear piece contained a control, while the left eye showed the display of tiny cameras attached to the barrels of the guns.  As he took his cards in his left hand he used his right hand to adjust the aim of the guns.  He got the first on just above the swirly outie navel of Jerry, then he maneuvered the second one above John's shallow round navel, the third one he set directly on the deep vertical slit that was George's belly button, finally he moved the final camera to focus on his own deep round navel.  Pete took a slow deep breath, then pressed a button on the table.  KA-BLAM.  All four men rocked back in their seats.
"What happened?" gasped George as he began to fall forward.
He lay his head down on the table and blood poured out of his mouth as his eyes crossed.  John lay his head back over the back of his chair and blood ran from both corners of his mouth.  Jerry sat back in the chair and his head sagged over to the side as blood ran from the corner of his mouth.  Peter bounced off the back of the chair and flopped forward onto the table.  His glasses slid to the middle of the table as blood poured out of his mouth and his eyes rolled upward.  All four men had huge holes blown through their bellies and he kevlar bags on the chairs had served their purpose in catching their guts and the bullets as they came out of their backs.  Peter's death trap had worked perfectly, they all died before they even knew what had happened to them.]]> https://arenafighter.adult/mybb/showthread.php?tid=7293 Mon, 29 May 2023 15:56:27 +0000 TheSilverGhost]]> https://arenafighter.adult/mybb/showthread.php?tid=7293 "You know we're going to get caught doing this one of these days." said Peter.
Peter looked down at the green speedos that his brother had supplied him, then at Jerry's blue speedos.
"I don't particularly care for these shorts either." said Peter.
"Oh quit complaining.  They cut down on the resistance in the water, and you little brother need to learn how to swim." said Jerry.
Jerry dove into the water and came back to the surface wiping the water from his eyes.  Peter took off his glasses and lay them on deck.  He sat down on the deck and slid down into the water than was only up to his broad chest.  He took a deep breath and slid down under the water.  He quickly popped back up and shook his head.
"Nope, sorry, but this is just not for me.  You do your thing, and I'll do mine." said Peter as he waded to the ladder.
Jerry smiled and shook his head as Peter began to climb up the ladder.  Jerry ducked under the surface and began swimming across the pool underwater as Peter pulled himself up the ladder not knowing the someone was watching and admiring the way the water glistened on his long lean body.  Peter wipded his hair back and picked up his glasses.  He had just put his glasses on his face when heard a loud solid thump.  Peter looked back at the pool where the sound had come from.  Peter's baby blue eyes widened and his mouth fell open when he saw Jerry bob up to the surface facing the ceiling.  The reason for Peter's dismay was a diving spear stuck about an inch above Jerry's outie navel.  Peter watched in stunned silence as a man in scuba gear stood up out of the water.  The diver pulled a spear gun up out of the water and pointed it at Peter.  Peter took a step back and found nothing but wall behind him.
"No!  Don't!  Please not in the belly!  Not in the bell..." pleaded Peter as the diver took aim.
Shh-thump.
"...LLllllllllllleeeeeeeeeeeee!" finished Peter with a scream as he bent over with a spear in the middle of his flat belly.
Peter shook his head as he stumbled forward bent over a little.  He looked up at where his brother floated motionless.
"Ohhhh!" moaned Peter as he tumbled headfirst into the pool.
His momentum carried him forward and when he came up the surface the two brothers floated side by side belly up in the water.  The diver took several pictures of them floating from different angles, then climbed out of the pool.  He went to the door and opened it allowing several men to come in.  The pulled Jerry and Peter's limp bodies out of the pool and pulled the spears out of their bellies, revealing that all had penetrated was nothing more than a needle.  One of the men lay his hand on Peter's belly over his deep quarter sized navel.
"I can feel his ventral artery pumping.  They're still alive." he said.
"I know.  The drug just paralyzes them.  Don't worry they'll get it soon enough." said the diver.
The twins speedos were removed and tossed into the pool, then they were loaded into a waiting van.  Nearly an hour later Jerry and Peter were taken into a warehouse and into a room that looked like a lab.  Both still had their eyes open and could see and hear what was going on around them, but because of the drug they couldn't move.  They also found that much to their dismay they could still feel everything, every hand that picked them up and the occasional carress that they weren't expecting.  The two were stood up in frames that held them straight up as if they were in attention in the military.  They sprayed something on to them from their feet up to their knees, which they couldn't see but felt cold until it hardened like metal and they couldn't feel their skin below their knees.
"Now we get to the fun part." said the man who had shot them, he had long since removed the scuba suit and now wore a white lab coat.
He picked two cattle prods and walked up to Peter.  He handed one of them to an assistant, who stuck the end at the small of Peter's back.  In his mind Peter screamed and tried to move, but all that happened was his muscles tightened.  The man in the lab coat put the end of his prod in the slight dip at Peter's waist below his navel.  Again Peter tried to scream, but the only real reaction was that his dick stiffened and pointed straight out.
"Works every time." said the kidnapper.
They quickly sprayed Peter's hard dick and balls, then covered his thighs and butt.
"I would really like to have had a turn at that before we covered him, but it does look even hotter now that it's golden." said the assistant.
Peter's mind raced as he realized what they were doing while they sprayed over his back, belly and chest.  They were coating him with a fast drying, bonding, hardening gold compound.  Turning him into a gold statue.  They covered his arms  and then moved up to his neck.  The man in the coat pulled off Peter's glasses and removed the lenses, then sprayed the frames with the gold spray.
"Too bad we couldn't leave his head intact.  He's got some dynamite eyes, and I would love to kiss those lips." said the assistant.
The man in the lab coat looked annoyed at his assistant.
"Now here's were they get it.  Right now his chest and belly are both constricted so he's having a hard time breathing.  When we cover his face it's only a matter of minutes before he suffocates." said the man in the lab coat.
"Then we do his brother the same way?" asked the assistant.
"Exactly." said the man in the lab coat.
Peter screamed in his mind again as the gold spray began to cover his face, then it covered his still open eyes, so he could not see anything.  He found out quickly that the gold had sealed his mouth shut and plugged his nose as well.  Peter could do nothing but stand there and die.

Friday evening of the same week the man who had been in a lab coat, now wearing a suit led another man in a white western suit and cowboy had down a hall in a multi room mansion in Texas.  At the end of the corridor stood Jerry and Peter glistening in gold and all their naked glory.  They stood facing each other with only the tips of their stiff penises touching each other.  The cowboy ran up to them with a shout of delight.
"You filled the order perfectly.  A jock and a nerd.  You tell me these two were twin brothers?" said the cowboy as he ran his finger across the top of their dicks from Jerry's belly to Peter's belly.
"They were." said the killer.
The cowboy smiled as he ran his hands up and down their bellies.
"Oh they will go just perfectly in my collection.  I can show them off in the library and no one will ever know the difference." said the cowboy.
He stood up and kissed Jerry's golden lips, then Peter's.
"They are so much easier to deal with than the tramps you pull of the street." said the cowboy.
"When you get bored with them I will be happy to find more acquisitions for the collection." said the killer as he walked back down the corridor.]]> "You know we're going to get caught doing this one of these days." said Peter.
Peter looked down at the green speedos that his brother had supplied him, then at Jerry's blue speedos.
"I don't particularly care for these shorts either." said Peter.
"Oh quit complaining.  They cut down on the resistance in the water, and you little brother need to learn how to swim." said Jerry.
Jerry dove into the water and came back to the surface wiping the water from his eyes.  Peter took off his glasses and lay them on deck.  He sat down on the deck and slid down into the water than was only up to his broad chest.  He took a deep breath and slid down under the water.  He quickly popped back up and shook his head.
"Nope, sorry, but this is just not for me.  You do your thing, and I'll do mine." said Peter as he waded to the ladder.
Jerry smiled and shook his head as Peter began to climb up the ladder.  Jerry ducked under the surface and began swimming across the pool underwater as Peter pulled himself up the ladder not knowing the someone was watching and admiring the way the water glistened on his long lean body.  Peter wipded his hair back and picked up his glasses.  He had just put his glasses on his face when heard a loud solid thump.  Peter looked back at the pool where the sound had come from.  Peter's baby blue eyes widened and his mouth fell open when he saw Jerry bob up to the surface facing the ceiling.  The reason for Peter's dismay was a diving spear stuck about an inch above Jerry's outie navel.  Peter watched in stunned silence as a man in scuba gear stood up out of the water.  The diver pulled a spear gun up out of the water and pointed it at Peter.  Peter took a step back and found nothing but wall behind him.
"No!  Don't!  Please not in the belly!  Not in the bell..." pleaded Peter as the diver took aim.
Shh-thump.
"...LLllllllllllleeeeeeeeeeeee!" finished Peter with a scream as he bent over with a spear in the middle of his flat belly.
Peter shook his head as he stumbled forward bent over a little.  He looked up at where his brother floated motionless.
"Ohhhh!" moaned Peter as he tumbled headfirst into the pool.
His momentum carried him forward and when he came up the surface the two brothers floated side by side belly up in the water.  The diver took several pictures of them floating from different angles, then climbed out of the pool.  He went to the door and opened it allowing several men to come in.  The pulled Jerry and Peter's limp bodies out of the pool and pulled the spears out of their bellies, revealing that all had penetrated was nothing more than a needle.  One of the men lay his hand on Peter's belly over his deep quarter sized navel.
"I can feel his ventral artery pumping.  They're still alive." he said.
"I know.  The drug just paralyzes them.  Don't worry they'll get it soon enough." said the diver.
The twins speedos were removed and tossed into the pool, then they were loaded into a waiting van.  Nearly an hour later Jerry and Peter were taken into a warehouse and into a room that looked like a lab.  Both still had their eyes open and could see and hear what was going on around them, but because of the drug they couldn't move.  They also found that much to their dismay they could still feel everything, every hand that picked them up and the occasional carress that they weren't expecting.  The two were stood up in frames that held them straight up as if they were in attention in the military.  They sprayed something on to them from their feet up to their knees, which they couldn't see but felt cold until it hardened like metal and they couldn't feel their skin below their knees.
"Now we get to the fun part." said the man who had shot them, he had long since removed the scuba suit and now wore a white lab coat.
He picked two cattle prods and walked up to Peter.  He handed one of them to an assistant, who stuck the end at the small of Peter's back.  In his mind Peter screamed and tried to move, but all that happened was his muscles tightened.  The man in the lab coat put the end of his prod in the slight dip at Peter's waist below his navel.  Again Peter tried to scream, but the only real reaction was that his dick stiffened and pointed straight out.
"Works every time." said the kidnapper.
They quickly sprayed Peter's hard dick and balls, then covered his thighs and butt.
"I would really like to have had a turn at that before we covered him, but it does look even hotter now that it's golden." said the assistant.
Peter's mind raced as he realized what they were doing while they sprayed over his back, belly and chest.  They were coating him with a fast drying, bonding, hardening gold compound.  Turning him into a gold statue.  They covered his arms  and then moved up to his neck.  The man in the coat pulled off Peter's glasses and removed the lenses, then sprayed the frames with the gold spray.
"Too bad we couldn't leave his head intact.  He's got some dynamite eyes, and I would love to kiss those lips." said the assistant.
The man in the lab coat looked annoyed at his assistant.
"Now here's were they get it.  Right now his chest and belly are both constricted so he's having a hard time breathing.  When we cover his face it's only a matter of minutes before he suffocates." said the man in the lab coat.
"Then we do his brother the same way?" asked the assistant.
"Exactly." said the man in the lab coat.
Peter screamed in his mind again as the gold spray began to cover his face, then it covered his still open eyes, so he could not see anything.  He found out quickly that the gold had sealed his mouth shut and plugged his nose as well.  Peter could do nothing but stand there and die.

Friday evening of the same week the man who had been in a lab coat, now wearing a suit led another man in a white western suit and cowboy had down a hall in a multi room mansion in Texas.  At the end of the corridor stood Jerry and Peter glistening in gold and all their naked glory.  They stood facing each other with only the tips of their stiff penises touching each other.  The cowboy ran up to them with a shout of delight.
"You filled the order perfectly.  A jock and a nerd.  You tell me these two were twin brothers?" said the cowboy as he ran his finger across the top of their dicks from Jerry's belly to Peter's belly.
"They were." said the killer.
The cowboy smiled as he ran his hands up and down their bellies.
"Oh they will go just perfectly in my collection.  I can show them off in the library and no one will ever know the difference." said the cowboy.
He stood up and kissed Jerry's golden lips, then Peter's.
"They are so much easier to deal with than the tramps you pull of the street." said the cowboy.
"When you get bored with them I will be happy to find more acquisitions for the collection." said the killer as he walked back down the corridor.]]> https://arenafighter.adult/mybb/showthread.php?tid=7040 Wed, 26 Oct 2022 09:43:20 +0000 sturmendonner]]> https://arenafighter.adult/mybb/showthread.php?tid=7040
It was a secret place, a secret arena, where older men could deliver themselves a genuine Death Fight and very well well-heeled older men this fight also unobserved and recognized only to regard could. There were illegal Death Fights tournaments, in which always two older men competed against each other until the end only two old fighters remained to a final final fight, in a special arena. The old men had to fight each other in a certain time until one of the two old men killed his opponent at the end of the fight. The rules of the death match were simple. The old men (opponents) always fight naked, it is fought until one of the old men kills his old opponent in these e.g. strangles, breaks the neck or kicks and punches an old opponent dead. This is the only condition in the unarmed fight. The goal for the two older men in this fight was always clear to them. To inflict severe brutal pain and injury on their opponent as long as it takes to kill the old opponent in this fight. If one of the older men manages to beat his opponent with his knee, foot or fist so brutally on the body or on the tail until his body and his tail is so wounded that the opponent can no longer and collapses or one of the two older men manages to kill the opponent, so he would be the winner of the death match. The paying guests were also older men, naked and satisfied themselves with excitement of these fights until their stiff cocks hurt and they only pumped out bright pleasure fluid because their sperm was all. They remained unrecognized by the fighting old men, unnamed and none of the spectators would reveal what was happening in this place.
Today, the last two old naked men faced each other in the ultimate final fight - for one of them the fight will end as a winner, for the other with death, but it could also happen in this fight that both old opponents fight and hurt each other so hard, brutally and doggedly that they kill each other both old fighters in this fight. It was a very special mystical arena for the last fight. It was circular and about only 12.5 square meters, which was just about 4 meters in diameter. The floor consisted of a seamless medium-hard light blue rubber coating. The perimeter was made of 2.50 m high and 1.00 m wide seamlessly laid white marble slabs, which formed a perfect circle. The doors from which the two old men come to their last fight were embedded in it. Above the arena and in the marble walls was not for the fighters recognizable cameras installed, so that the only paying themselves at the fight exciting old men also in detail and also in enlargement could see like both old opponents mutually fight, dismantle, themselves ge-genseitig to the pain limit and also beyond and in the end the one old fighter the other kills or also both fighters mutually would kill. The doors opened and the two old men entered their stage, on which they will fight each other to the blood and to the death of one. Both old men saw each other for the first time. They strode towards each other very slowly, wide-legged with their knees slightly bent and their bent arms already a bit bent. Paul and Enock fixed themselves and devoured the body of the other with their eyes. Especially the big balls and the big cock of the other excited the other. Both old men shone as if oiled, with sweat. The lights had dimmed, bathing the arena in a mystical almost ghostly light as the two nearly naked older opponents entered the arena of death. . Each of the two old men was completely excited to kill the other old opponent and feared only in this fight the defeat - because a defeat brought death. Neither of the two old fighters had not fought through so long with many pains, wounds until here to end as losers of them both old fighters now. The state of mind of Enock as well as Paul was totally excited and horny to dismantle, smash and in the end kill the other in this fight. The Death Game aroused, satisfied their lust and fantasy for this final battle for life and death. The bodies of the two old fighters were completely flooded with testosterone and adrenaline which now increased their impersonation behavior, fighting behavior, as well as copulation urge to fuck the other in the fight. Now they met in the arena, for the last fight. Enock, 68, against Paul, 70. Enock was from Burundi and was an entrepreneur in Europe until retirement. He was a very black about 1.75 to 176m stocky strong man. Enock probably weighed 85 to 90 kg. Despite his strong stomach, he was very muscular and well-toned and had an intimidating bull neck. His head was bald and shiny like his whole body already, from sweat due to tension and from excitement, as if oiled. His mightily shaved scrotum also shone as if oiled. Which you could see although he wore a fiery red thong in the crotch. Only around his cock and chest were some short black hairs visible. Around his powerful balls he wore a very wide shining fire red cock ring, just like around his long, strong and powerful cock, which enhanced the size of his manhood. His stiff, hard black member lay almost horizontally wedged between his thong and his belly, so that one could easily see this mighty stiff hard cock and the glans, also swollen to bursting, above the thong and in the one leg opening. The veins that had popped out were clearly visible on the shaft, they were pumped full of blood. The floodlights were automatically turned on as the two magnificent stocky old and muscular men entered the arena. Each of these two men had already sent six other men to their deaths in Death Fights Baettle to qualify for today's fight." Both old men knew it. Paul was also a rugged, stocky good-looking old guy, also with an equal amount of belly build. He was about 5'7" to 5'7" and weighed 90 to 95 pounds. His head and body shone just like his present opponent, but Paul was half bald and his gray-white hair was only down the sides and back. He had a healthy bronze-brown skin due to the sun, which made his body hair appear even lighter. His body was also still very muscular despite his age. His arms and thighs were also very muscular just like his opponent Enock. His legs were just as stockily muscular as Enock's, but they were heavily hairy like his stomach and chest. Paul also had his powerful scrotum shaved smooth, which was even a little larger than his present deadly opponent. His powerful, long, thick cock was framed by bushy gray pubic hair, but appeared to be slightly shorter and thicker. Just like Enock, Paul wore a wide cock ring around his huge clean-shaven scrotum and powerful cock, but in bright glacial blue - translucent. Just like his opponent, Paul wore a thong to match his cock rings in glacier blue. His swollen, hard cock was horizontal just like his deadly old opponent's, but his hairiness made it less visible than his counterpart's. Paul was a doctor until his retirement and it excited him for a long time to see such fights and also to do it himself. Due to the cock rings, around their genitals, these were now also swollen to maximum size, to the point of pain and showed a state of high arousal. Enock ran his right over his thighs, into his crotch and then over his balls to his cock. Then he took his mighty stiff hard cock out of his thong, grasped his shaft with his thumb and forefinger. Now he started to drive up and down the shaft with his thumbs and index finger. A clearly long thread of pre-sperm formed with excitement and poured out of the cleft of his glans. He looked into Paul's face with an excited, cold expression. From his eyes flashed the excitement, the hatred, the greed and desire to maltreat Paul today in battle, to inflict severe pain and wounds to kill him in the end. With his other hand Enock ran over his belly to his thick strong breasts that twitched with arousal. Paul devoured Enock with his eyes, he also watched it with full excitement, hatred and equally full of lust and greed for the upcoming fight and began to excite Enock similarly. He took out his very large powerful scrotum and his stiff thick hard cock from his thong and also massaged his shaft with his thumb and index finger. Both old men slowly walked towards each other wide-legged with arousal, both old men eyeing each other until their wet, bulging acorns pressed into each other's bellies and their pre-cum oozing from the acorns wiped itself on their bellies. Enock began to play with both hands first with thumb and forefinger on Paul's nipples to excite them until they were hard. Following that, Enock ran his flat hand from Paul's heavily white-haired strong chest, down his hard hairy belly and over Paul's big, stiff, hard and thick cock to his super clean-shaven huge balls. Paul did the same to his slightly younger opponent at the same time. Paul now began to work Enock's nipples with both hands as well. He twisted and pulled the nipples between his thumb and forefinger until they began to ache. Both of them ran their fingertips over their smooth powerful scrotums most gently for sure, got excited, started moaning, and then massaged their balls intensely. Then Enock reached into Paul's thong to yank it off Paul's body with a jerk. Enock moaned with excitement you old white bastard won't need that anyway when I'm done with you, I'm going to kill you old white bastard today in this fight. Then you won't need your old sa-men squirting stinky dick anyway. He guided Paul's thong to his face smelled it intensely, watching Paul excitedly and looking him in the eyes, it excited both old men. Then he threw Paul's thong away disregardingly, deprecatingly and challengingly, massaging his massive also shaved balls and sei-nen stiff, hard very big cock with the other hand. For both, the tension built up more and more, almost to the unbearable. Both old opponents look full of hatred and the insatiable greed in the eyes to kill the other. Each of the two old men were hot to inflict the other in this fight as brutal pain and injury as possible to kill the other at the end of the fight. Now Paul also tore off Enock's thong with a jerk. To further arouse his black slightly younger opponent. Paul also smelled Enock's thong intensely, also looking Enock in the eyes with hatred, anger and greed for the fight, to then throw his thong into the arena just as disregardfully, deprecatingly and challengingly. A cold shiver ran down Paul's spine with excitement and he felt a strong indescribable tingling in his belly and balls in anticipation of what was to come. "YOUR BLACK DRICKY LIFE ENDS TODAY, YOU BLACK OLD BASTARD!" growled the Paul. Enock grinned pointing his finger across his throat and moaning "YOU OLD WHITE PISS; SPERMA AND SWEAT STINKING DRICKSAU I WILL CASE YOU TODAY BEFORE I FUCK YOU AND THEN KILL YOU," Enock joked to Paul. An automatic gong sounded, and the lights dimmed except for the arena. Both old men looked even stronger and beefier. Enock grinned coldly at Paul and groaned "THE TO-DESS GAME BETWEEN US BOTH BEGINS, TIME TO DIE YOU OLD IMPO TENTER WICHSER!", Paul grinned coldly and threatened "NO WAY YOU BLACK ASS FUCKED BASTARD, I WILL CUT YOU UP, I WILL FINISH YOU OFF, I WILL FUCK YOUR BLACK ASS AND BEFORE I KILL YOU, I WILL RIP YOUR DIRTY BLACK SLICK BALLS AND YOUR BIG STIFF COCK OFF YOUR BODY. EN STIFF COCK FROM THE BODY SEPARATE AND YOU BLACK DIRTY SOW SO EMASCULATE! You'll be the one I'll end up spraying my seed in your face and your old gob. I will drag YOUR bloody corpse by the feet out of this arena first," Enock threatened. They both spun around each other as they made their threats, their big powerful smooth balls and stiff hard cocks bobbing with each step. The cocks were at an angle of about 110 to 115° upward. The wide glowing cock rings on their powerful balls and tails excited both old opponents. Enock raised his arms and spread his mighty hands to challenge Paul now to start a power struggle to see who would bring who to their knees first. He moaned, "COME YOU WHITE DRAGON!" Paul didn't have to be asked twice. Paul moaned "YOU BLACK DICK SUCK STIRRING SOON ENOUGH". He also raised his arms and the powerful hands of the two old men interlocked. Both kept interlocking until they felt they had the optimum fighting grip. Then both old men tried to bend or twist the other's wrists so that the other old opponent would have to get on his knees. Their thighs were fully tensed, as were their butt cheeks. You could see the muscles under the skin of her ass cheeks despite her age. This struggle over whether black Enock or white Paul would bring his opponent to his knees had been going on for almost 20 minutes. Both old men now began to breathe and moan noticeably louder from exertion but also from the excitement of the fight. From both the bodies shone like oiled and it began to smell noticeably after sweat and sperm. Their stretched or sometimes slightly bent arms moved from a raised posture to a horizontal one and also their distances between them varied from a wide one when both of them noticeably braced themselves against each other because both of them had their arms up to a very narrow distance when they had their arms horizontal and each of them tried to turn the other one's own arms on his back. In this position, their powerful cocks pressed into the other's belly or balls. Enock as well as Paul sweated very much, moaned very strongly before effort and everyone tried now as the first to bring his thigh now between those of the other. Enock as well as Paul looked aggressively and full of hate into each other's eyes. Both felt the beginning of the decision who kills whom at the end has begun. Enock pressed his smooth thigh inch by inch between Paul's hairy thighs and Paul pressed his thigh between Enock's hairless thighs. Their bellies and breasts were already touching as both released their power grip and wedged themselves into a brutal, painful bear hug. On this situation both old fighters hoped and waited. Each tried at this moment to ram his thigh into the other's mighty balls as hard and as brutally as it was possible. This really small chance Paul used first. He managed to hit Enock's mighty balls with his thigh a few moments before Enock did. Enock also roared in pain, clenching his hands on Paul's back and digging his fingernails into Paul's back so that they penetrated Paul's skin and the first blood flowed. Enock's thigh also hit his target only no longer with such hardness. But Pauls also cried out and moaned from the hit of the thigh on his bulging, hard and big balls, but this thrust was not so hard and brutal. He clawed his fingernails in pain in both sides of Enock's belly. Even until his fingernails pierced Enock's black skin and Enock was now bleeding too. Paul took advantage of Enock's first moment of weakness and clutched Enock's bald head with both hands and rammed his thigh into Enock's soft tissue the second time. A pitiful moan and whimper escaped Enock in pain. Paul thought Enock was about to go down on his knees and wanted to ram his knee into his opponent's thick balls again. But explosively with a scream of pain and rage Enock clutched Paul and he pushed the surprised Paul with full force with his entire back against the marble boundary of the arena that one heard the impact loudly clapping as Paul crashed with his back again. Paul could no longer clutch Enock in pain and released him. Immediately free Paul emitted a terrible cry of pain, When Enock rams his foot sole with full force in the stomach. Enock then briefly lost his balance and stumbled, leaving Enock at Paul's feet. Paul doubled over in pain in his back from the impact. He pressed his back against the cool marble to recover briefly, enjoying the relief from the wounds Enock gave him with his fingernails. Enock also used this brief moment to rub and massage his aching balls and look at the bleeding sides of his stomach. Then he saw Paul leaning against the wall right in front of him. Groaning, he turned on his knees straightened his upper body and grabbed Paul's thigh with his left hand. He looked down and grabbed Enock's bald head with both hands and tried to twist it massively to break Enock's neck. Enock moaned and screamed from the sharp pain spreading down his throat despite tensing his neck muscles. Not wanting Paul to come forward and kill him after such a short fight, he brutally rammed his clenched fist into Paul's balls first with a short, hard punch. Paul immediately let go of Enock's head and screamed, moaned and whimpered from the stabbing and burning pain in his big massive balls and then Enock rammed his clenched fist a second time, even harder, into the smooth massive balls. The blow was so painful that Paul could only whimper pitifully. He felt sick, Paul felt the bile and the stomach pumping, he felt dizzy and took some uncoordinated steps. He slid his back against the marble wall and his bloody back stained the white wall red. Paul held his massive burning, throbbing balls with his left hand and with his right hand he propped himself up against the wall a few times and at the same time he threw up and vomited into the arena before his legs gave out and his powerful massive body crashed to the floor in the middle of the arena. Enock was still sitting on the edge groaning and rubbing his aching neck with his left hand, which hurt very badly as Paul tried to twist his head with brute force to break his opponent's neck. With his right hand he also rubbed and massaged his burning, throbbing balls. He looked over at Paul furiously with hatred and began to twist on his knees groaning and crawling towards Paul in pain. A small pool of blood had also formed where Enock sat, on the blue mat. His balls thick, big balls rubbed against his thighs as he did so and his stiff cock bobbed up and down. Paul who was moaning and whimpering massaging and stroking his balls from the brutal pain in his balls, was meanwhile still lying on his back in the middle of the mat. Now he also turned on his knees and crawled towards Enock also moaning and moaning softly. Both knelt wide-legged so close to each other that Enock's glans bored into Paul's belly button and Paul's cock pushed between Enock's thighs and pressed on his ass crack. Paul grabbed the root of his cock and straightened his cock vertically between their bellies. He then let his hand fall loosely back to his side. Both old men now moved so close to each other that both big cocks touched each other and pressed into the bellies of the two old fighters. Their massive clean-shaven balls were touching. Both start completely cold, emotionless and full of hate into each other's eyes. Neither spoke a word, no reaction from either, as if they were both waiting for a certain sign. Suddenly both old fighters embraced each other with their left arm and with their right hand both formed a claw and rammed into each other's balls. Both brutally clutched each other's balls with thumb and forefinger and immediately dug the fingernails of middle, ring and little fingers into the scrotum of the opponent. Enock as well as Paul tried to slit, rip or scratch the opponent's scrotum with their fingernails and severely injure or destroy the testicles of the other old man's enemy who was deadly in this fight. Both old men roared, moaned, whimpered and wailed from this brutal unprecedented pain, even though both had several years under their belts and had also survived several deadly fights. With their left arm, both had managed to come under their opponent's right arm. Enock grabbed Paul's face to push Paul's head back. His fingernails, from his index and middle fingers, dug into Paul's eyebrows, his ring fingernail into his eyelid, his small fingernail into his cheek, and his thumbnail into the soft skin under his lower jaw. Blood oozed from the wounds. Paul had pressed the heel of his hand under Enock's lower jaw and his fingernails pressed into the skin under his nose until the blood came. His thumbnail dug deep into the soft skin at the end of the lower jaw. At the same time, to make the pain much more brutal and unbearable, they both tore at their scrotums. Due to the resulting additional brutal pain in their scrotums, both old men roared and wailed heartbreakingly. Both old men knew that the decision was approaching and the first one to bleed out or pass out or be brutally injured by the other would die at the other's hand. The secret old naked observers watching this fight had already jerked off several times with excitement and intense ejaculations. In the arena it smelled very strongly of sweat, sperm, blood and urine. Under Enock and Paul had formed a large pool of blood, their thighs shone from the blood, with Paul clearly red. The blood from their faces ran down their necks and breasts toward the mat, as did the blood from the other wounds. Their movements became slower, the roar, scream was only a moan and whimper. Paul also totally at the end, both exhausted, noticed that his deadly slightly younger opponent was weakening. Enock's grip softened, on Paul's face as well as on Paul's scrotum, and he slumped and fell full length onto his stomach where he lay moaning. But Paul also collapsed and fell onto his side. He struggled to breathe and also to endure the pain of the struggle. When his eyes fell on one of the thongs lying in the arena. Paul turned over onto his stomach groaning as well and crawled towards the thong. Paul trailed a trail of blood behind him. Once he had the thong he crawled back to Enock. Paul agonized on his knees behind Enock, moaning. He twisted the thong into a purr grabbed Enock's large, now soft bleeding scrotum. Paul pulled Enock's big scrotum and his mighty stiff cock backwards between his thighs. Now Paul put the thong around Enock's scrotum and his cock. Now Enock woke up again and moaned to Paul "PLEASE DON'T". Paul looked coldly and full of hate to Enock and moaned only "I PROMISED YOU BLACK DICKSAU I WILL CASE YOU; THEN I WILL FUCK YOU AND THEN I WILL KILL YOU SLOWLY". Paul pulled the two ends of Tanga together so that they cut off Enock's balls. Enock's balls became plump again, hard and shiny as if oiled, because the scrotum was so contracted. You could now also see the severe wounds Paul had made on Enock's scrotum and testicles with his fingernails. Enock moaned, whimpered in pain and begged to keep his testicles and cock. But Paul tightened the noose harder and higher. The thong was now cutting deeper and deeper into Enock's skin from his balls and onto his cock. Enock roared from the indescribable pain and fear of losing his balls and cock now again stronger and tried to free himself from this hopeless situation. But it was over. Paul now pushed Enock's ass down with his left foot and with both hands he pulled the ends of the thong further and further apart, so that the thong cut deeper and deeper into Enock's soft parts which Paul had wrapped around Enock's big balls and the mighty stiff cock. Enock roared in pain, Paul's cock was fully swollen again, hard and stiff and Paul roared with excitement "I WILL CASTRATE YOU OLD DEPENDENT BLACK HENGST NOW AND THEN KILL YOU, ONE OF US BOTH IS TOO MUCH IN THIS ARENA" I will castrate you now. With a brutal jerk, Paul ripped off Enock's balls and cock, clapping clearly audible as they fell to the mat. Paul, full of excitement, took Enock's formerly big, hard balls and his big cock in his hand and looked at them, stroking the balls and the cock of his slightly younger opponent with his fingers. "Aaaaaghhggh!" cried Enock, his old face wrinkled and contorted in agony. Immediately, Paul raised his arms in a victory pose. Blood emerged from under Paul's planted foot - Enock's blood. Paul stepped down from Enock's penis to reveal the bloody wound - the wound that sealed Enock's fate, Paul thought. Paul, full of excitement, took Enock's formerly large, hard balls and his big cock in his hand looked at them, stroking the balls and cock of his slightly younger opponent with his fingers. The observers raved and jerked their stiffly aroused cocks once again with the excitement of the brutal fight; Paul had won! Paul beamed and grinned as he tensed his old manly biceps and held Enock's black massive balls and huge cock in his hand. Enock frowned in disbelieving, open-mouthed horror and pain. The observers cheered from the darkness for the victorious Paul; they pointed their thumbs down at his defeated foe. "You lost, Enock, now you must die like a Death Fighter!" said Paul. "Yes, Paul, you have defeated me. I await my death, but you will come with me." Paul then knelt down next to Enock's head to place his once large firm balls in his hand to humiliate his younger opponent once again at the end. As he placed his younger opponent's severed balls and his cock in his hand and then Paul bent down to Enock's ear. In a rough, trembling but final voice, Paul whispered in Enock's ear. "THE FIRST ACT IS COMPLETE; I'M ABOUT TO FUCK YOU BEFORE I END YOUR MISERABLE BLACK LIFE AND REDEEM YOU". The first act is finished between the two of us. Paul was sure that Enock was finished by the severe injury and blood loss. He was caught completely off guard, unprepared for Enock's attack. Enock grabbed Paul's white hair at the back of his head and pulled forward, groaning and also roaring in pain and anger, so that Paul lost his balance and fell forward, crashing his forehead against the perimeter of the arena without braking. The impact was so strong that Paul's forehead opened up into a bleeding laceration. Despite the serious injury, Enock had struggled to his knees, groaning and whimpering, and now grabbed Paul's ears with his two bloody hands. Enock yanked Paul's upper body up under a painful scream, which came from the pain of his tearing off balls and cock, to immediately afterwards ram Paul with his head against the marble arena border several times. After ramming Paul against the boundary five times and a large blood stain became visible on the marble boundary, he simply let go of Paul. Enock slumped from exhaustion, blood loss and pain. He propped himself up on his hands while still kneeling. Paul lay beside him, not moving at all. Only a low moan and whimper of pain could be heard from Paul. As Enock casually glanced to the side, he spotted the two bloody thongs, not far from him and not far apart. Enock dropped to his side, moaning, and stretched his arm, groaning and moaning softly, to reach both thongs. When Enock had them, he sat back against the wall, moaning, and closed his eyes, trying to mobilize all his strength again and somehow block out the pain between his thighs. Paul still lay motionless, moaning softly and dazed by the pain of the bleeding wound on his forehead. In this unarmed fight to the death, there are no taboos, no rules, and no mercy between the two old fighters who are two mortal enemies in this fight. The fight is not over until one of the two old fighters has killed his opponent. . Paul was sure he had won the fight when he cut off his slightly younger opponent Enock's big balls and his huge cock with the thongs, emasculating Enock. But Enock now rammed Paul, his slightly older opponent, into unconsciousness with his head against the marble arena border. Enock was now biting his teeth in pain, struggling to his knees while whimpering and moaning, crawling behind Paul. Once there, he spreads Paul's muscular thighs and grabs Paul's massive balls and big thick cock. Both are just a little puffy and almost soft. With his thumb and forefinger he now also grips Paul's manhood and wraps the bloody string from the two thongs with violence, hatred and brutality, around Paul's balls and cock. Paul slowly registered what was coming now. He moaned softly in a hoarse, feeble voice, it was a pleading and begging that Enock not emasculate him. But Enock also moaned softly with a trembling voice from excitement, no you white old bastard. "Then Enock began with his last dwindling powers under moaning and wailing in pain to pull the string out of the two thongs with all his might the massive balls and the big cock between Paul's powerful thighs. Paul's balls become hard again by the pulling and the skin of the scrotum shine like oiled and his cock becomes stiff and hard again by the tying. Paul now starts to fight for his manhood and his life and to moan and scream from the starting pain in his massive balls and his big thick cock. Likewise, Enock moans and screams from the pain rising from his wound between his thighs up into his body and the effort to now also separate Paul's massive balls and big cock from his muscular old body. Blood spurts from his wound and stains the thighs red from both old fighters. Paul managed to turn from the prone position to the supine position, but that did not bring success either. On the contrary, despite that Paul wrapped his strong legs around Enock to break his ribs. Enock was now screaming in pain from exhaustion and the rising fear of not being able to emasculate Paul before he died. So now Enock brutally grabbed Paul's massive balls and big cock with his left hand. With his right hand he intensified the pulling of the string to finally separate Paul's scrotum and also his penis from Paul's body. Paul was now screaming, moaning and whimpering so pathetically that it went through everyone's marrow. At the same time he began to twitch and his hard cock, stiff from being cut off, spurted a mixture of cum and blood for the last time. Enock screamed in relief, he had at that moment also emasculated his deadly old opponent Paul. He stretched his left arm up in the air, holding Paul's massive balls and his still pumping stiff cock. The mixture of blood and cum ran down Enock's left arm. Paul cried out in pain, the humiliation and degradation of now being robbed of his manhood, and tried to claw his fingernails into the blue mat. Enock struggled to his feet, moaning and whimpering, and stood in the arena with his left arm raised and Paul's manhood, now becoming sheer, in his left hand in a victory pose. Blood spurted from both wounds and both moaned and wailed from the brutal pain. Shortly after Enock's victory pose, he collapsed first to his knees, then to his hands, and finally Enock lay parallel to Paul. He grinned at Paul with a pain-worn face and whispered to Paul with a moan "YOU AGE LIKE A DOG HAVE WON THE FIGHT BETWEEN US, BUT IN THE END WE BOTH SLAUGHTERED AND DESTROYED EACH OTHER". Then he closed his eyes from exhaustion and the pain of the now ended battle. Paul lay next to him with his eyes closed as well, moaning and whimpering barely audibly. His left hand was trembling barely visible with his right hand feeling his wound where his mighty manhood once hung. Both old men had large beads of sweat on their foreheads and both clenched their jaws in agony. Enock's and Paul's faces contorted in pain. Their backs, their whole bodies, arched in agony. Blood spurted from their large wounds where their powerful and large sex organs were. Both cried out again in agony.
They were now both lying next to each other, together in the arena. That night, Enock and Paul had made the arena their personal slaughterhouse. Six deadly victories had been won by both to become the new champion! Now these two hunks of meat were united in defeat and death, and neither was the victor! World champion of death fights!
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It was a secret place, a secret arena, where older men could deliver themselves a genuine Death Fight and very well well-heeled older men this fight also unobserved and recognized only to regard could. There were illegal Death Fights tournaments, in which always two older men competed against each other until the end only two old fighters remained to a final final fight, in a special arena. The old men had to fight each other in a certain time until one of the two old men killed his opponent at the end of the fight. The rules of the death match were simple. The old men (opponents) always fight naked, it is fought until one of the old men kills his old opponent in these e.g. strangles, breaks the neck or kicks and punches an old opponent dead. This is the only condition in the unarmed fight. The goal for the two older men in this fight was always clear to them. To inflict severe brutal pain and injury on their opponent as long as it takes to kill the old opponent in this fight. If one of the older men manages to beat his opponent with his knee, foot or fist so brutally on the body or on the tail until his body and his tail is so wounded that the opponent can no longer and collapses or one of the two older men manages to kill the opponent, so he would be the winner of the death match. The paying guests were also older men, naked and satisfied themselves with excitement of these fights until their stiff cocks hurt and they only pumped out bright pleasure fluid because their sperm was all. They remained unrecognized by the fighting old men, unnamed and none of the spectators would reveal what was happening in this place.
Today, the last two old naked men faced each other in the ultimate final fight - for one of them the fight will end as a winner, for the other with death, but it could also happen in this fight that both old opponents fight and hurt each other so hard, brutally and doggedly that they kill each other both old fighters in this fight. It was a very special mystical arena for the last fight. It was circular and about only 12.5 square meters, which was just about 4 meters in diameter. The floor consisted of a seamless medium-hard light blue rubber coating. The perimeter was made of 2.50 m high and 1.00 m wide seamlessly laid white marble slabs, which formed a perfect circle. The doors from which the two old men come to their last fight were embedded in it. Above the arena and in the marble walls was not for the fighters recognizable cameras installed, so that the only paying themselves at the fight exciting old men also in detail and also in enlargement could see like both old opponents mutually fight, dismantle, themselves ge-genseitig to the pain limit and also beyond and in the end the one old fighter the other kills or also both fighters mutually would kill. The doors opened and the two old men entered their stage, on which they will fight each other to the blood and to the death of one. Both old men saw each other for the first time. They strode towards each other very slowly, wide-legged with their knees slightly bent and their bent arms already a bit bent. Paul and Enock fixed themselves and devoured the body of the other with their eyes. Especially the big balls and the big cock of the other excited the other. Both old men shone as if oiled, with sweat. The lights had dimmed, bathing the arena in a mystical almost ghostly light as the two nearly naked older opponents entered the arena of death. . Each of the two old men was completely excited to kill the other old opponent and feared only in this fight the defeat - because a defeat brought death. Neither of the two old fighters had not fought through so long with many pains, wounds until here to end as losers of them both old fighters now. The state of mind of Enock as well as Paul was totally excited and horny to dismantle, smash and in the end kill the other in this fight. The Death Game aroused, satisfied their lust and fantasy for this final battle for life and death. The bodies of the two old fighters were completely flooded with testosterone and adrenaline which now increased their impersonation behavior, fighting behavior, as well as copulation urge to fuck the other in the fight. Now they met in the arena, for the last fight. Enock, 68, against Paul, 70. Enock was from Burundi and was an entrepreneur in Europe until retirement. He was a very black about 1.75 to 176m stocky strong man. Enock probably weighed 85 to 90 kg. Despite his strong stomach, he was very muscular and well-toned and had an intimidating bull neck. His head was bald and shiny like his whole body already, from sweat due to tension and from excitement, as if oiled. His mightily shaved scrotum also shone as if oiled. Which you could see although he wore a fiery red thong in the crotch. Only around his cock and chest were some short black hairs visible. Around his powerful balls he wore a very wide shining fire red cock ring, just like around his long, strong and powerful cock, which enhanced the size of his manhood. His stiff, hard black member lay almost horizontally wedged between his thong and his belly, so that one could easily see this mighty stiff hard cock and the glans, also swollen to bursting, above the thong and in the one leg opening. The veins that had popped out were clearly visible on the shaft, they were pumped full of blood. The floodlights were automatically turned on as the two magnificent stocky old and muscular men entered the arena. Each of these two men had already sent six other men to their deaths in Death Fights Baettle to qualify for today's fight." Both old men knew it. Paul was also a rugged, stocky good-looking old guy, also with an equal amount of belly build. He was about 5'7" to 5'7" and weighed 90 to 95 pounds. His head and body shone just like his present opponent, but Paul was half bald and his gray-white hair was only down the sides and back. He had a healthy bronze-brown skin due to the sun, which made his body hair appear even lighter. His body was also still very muscular despite his age. His arms and thighs were also very muscular just like his opponent Enock. His legs were just as stockily muscular as Enock's, but they were heavily hairy like his stomach and chest. Paul also had his powerful scrotum shaved smooth, which was even a little larger than his present deadly opponent. His powerful, long, thick cock was framed by bushy gray pubic hair, but appeared to be slightly shorter and thicker. Just like Enock, Paul wore a wide cock ring around his huge clean-shaven scrotum and powerful cock, but in bright glacial blue - translucent. Just like his opponent, Paul wore a thong to match his cock rings in glacier blue. His swollen, hard cock was horizontal just like his deadly old opponent's, but his hairiness made it less visible than his counterpart's. Paul was a doctor until his retirement and it excited him for a long time to see such fights and also to do it himself. Due to the cock rings, around their genitals, these were now also swollen to maximum size, to the point of pain and showed a state of high arousal. Enock ran his right over his thighs, into his crotch and then over his balls to his cock. Then he took his mighty stiff hard cock out of his thong, grasped his shaft with his thumb and forefinger. Now he started to drive up and down the shaft with his thumbs and index finger. A clearly long thread of pre-sperm formed with excitement and poured out of the cleft of his glans. He looked into Paul's face with an excited, cold expression. From his eyes flashed the excitement, the hatred, the greed and desire to maltreat Paul today in battle, to inflict severe pain and wounds to kill him in the end. With his other hand Enock ran over his belly to his thick strong breasts that twitched with arousal. Paul devoured Enock with his eyes, he also watched it with full excitement, hatred and equally full of lust and greed for the upcoming fight and began to excite Enock similarly. He took out his very large powerful scrotum and his stiff thick hard cock from his thong and also massaged his shaft with his thumb and index finger. Both old men slowly walked towards each other wide-legged with arousal, both old men eyeing each other until their wet, bulging acorns pressed into each other's bellies and their pre-cum oozing from the acorns wiped itself on their bellies. Enock began to play with both hands first with thumb and forefinger on Paul's nipples to excite them until they were hard. Following that, Enock ran his flat hand from Paul's heavily white-haired strong chest, down his hard hairy belly and over Paul's big, stiff, hard and thick cock to his super clean-shaven huge balls. Paul did the same to his slightly younger opponent at the same time. Paul now began to work Enock's nipples with both hands as well. He twisted and pulled the nipples between his thumb and forefinger until they began to ache. Both of them ran their fingertips over their smooth powerful scrotums most gently for sure, got excited, started moaning, and then massaged their balls intensely. Then Enock reached into Paul's thong to yank it off Paul's body with a jerk. Enock moaned with excitement you old white bastard won't need that anyway when I'm done with you, I'm going to kill you old white bastard today in this fight. Then you won't need your old sa-men squirting stinky dick anyway. He guided Paul's thong to his face smelled it intensely, watching Paul excitedly and looking him in the eyes, it excited both old men. Then he threw Paul's thong away disregardingly, deprecatingly and challengingly, massaging his massive also shaved balls and sei-nen stiff, hard very big cock with the other hand. For both, the tension built up more and more, almost to the unbearable. Both old opponents look full of hatred and the insatiable greed in the eyes to kill the other. Each of the two old men were hot to inflict the other in this fight as brutal pain and injury as possible to kill the other at the end of the fight. Now Paul also tore off Enock's thong with a jerk. To further arouse his black slightly younger opponent. Paul also smelled Enock's thong intensely, also looking Enock in the eyes with hatred, anger and greed for the fight, to then throw his thong into the arena just as disregardfully, deprecatingly and challengingly. A cold shiver ran down Paul's spine with excitement and he felt a strong indescribable tingling in his belly and balls in anticipation of what was to come. "YOUR BLACK DRICKY LIFE ENDS TODAY, YOU BLACK OLD BASTARD!" growled the Paul. Enock grinned pointing his finger across his throat and moaning "YOU OLD WHITE PISS; SPERMA AND SWEAT STINKING DRICKSAU I WILL CASE YOU TODAY BEFORE I FUCK YOU AND THEN KILL YOU," Enock joked to Paul. An automatic gong sounded, and the lights dimmed except for the arena. Both old men looked even stronger and beefier. Enock grinned coldly at Paul and groaned "THE TO-DESS GAME BETWEEN US BOTH BEGINS, TIME TO DIE YOU OLD IMPO TENTER WICHSER!", Paul grinned coldly and threatened "NO WAY YOU BLACK ASS FUCKED BASTARD, I WILL CUT YOU UP, I WILL FINISH YOU OFF, I WILL FUCK YOUR BLACK ASS AND BEFORE I KILL YOU, I WILL RIP YOUR DIRTY BLACK SLICK BALLS AND YOUR BIG STIFF COCK OFF YOUR BODY. EN STIFF COCK FROM THE BODY SEPARATE AND YOU BLACK DIRTY SOW SO EMASCULATE! You'll be the one I'll end up spraying my seed in your face and your old gob. I will drag YOUR bloody corpse by the feet out of this arena first," Enock threatened. They both spun around each other as they made their threats, their big powerful smooth balls and stiff hard cocks bobbing with each step. The cocks were at an angle of about 110 to 115° upward. The wide glowing cock rings on their powerful balls and tails excited both old opponents. Enock raised his arms and spread his mighty hands to challenge Paul now to start a power struggle to see who would bring who to their knees first. He moaned, "COME YOU WHITE DRAGON!" Paul didn't have to be asked twice. Paul moaned "YOU BLACK DICK SUCK STIRRING SOON ENOUGH". He also raised his arms and the powerful hands of the two old men interlocked. Both kept interlocking until they felt they had the optimum fighting grip. Then both old men tried to bend or twist the other's wrists so that the other old opponent would have to get on his knees. Their thighs were fully tensed, as were their butt cheeks. You could see the muscles under the skin of her ass cheeks despite her age. This struggle over whether black Enock or white Paul would bring his opponent to his knees had been going on for almost 20 minutes. Both old men now began to breathe and moan noticeably louder from exertion but also from the excitement of the fight. From both the bodies shone like oiled and it began to smell noticeably after sweat and sperm. Their stretched or sometimes slightly bent arms moved from a raised posture to a horizontal one and also their distances between them varied from a wide one when both of them noticeably braced themselves against each other because both of them had their arms up to a very narrow distance when they had their arms horizontal and each of them tried to turn the other one's own arms on his back. In this position, their powerful cocks pressed into the other's belly or balls. Enock as well as Paul sweated very much, moaned very strongly before effort and everyone tried now as the first to bring his thigh now between those of the other. Enock as well as Paul looked aggressively and full of hate into each other's eyes. Both felt the beginning of the decision who kills whom at the end has begun. Enock pressed his smooth thigh inch by inch between Paul's hairy thighs and Paul pressed his thigh between Enock's hairless thighs. Their bellies and breasts were already touching as both released their power grip and wedged themselves into a brutal, painful bear hug. On this situation both old fighters hoped and waited. Each tried at this moment to ram his thigh into the other's mighty balls as hard and as brutally as it was possible. This really small chance Paul used first. He managed to hit Enock's mighty balls with his thigh a few moments before Enock did. Enock also roared in pain, clenching his hands on Paul's back and digging his fingernails into Paul's back so that they penetrated Paul's skin and the first blood flowed. Enock's thigh also hit his target only no longer with such hardness. But Pauls also cried out and moaned from the hit of the thigh on his bulging, hard and big balls, but this thrust was not so hard and brutal. He clawed his fingernails in pain in both sides of Enock's belly. Even until his fingernails pierced Enock's black skin and Enock was now bleeding too. Paul took advantage of Enock's first moment of weakness and clutched Enock's bald head with both hands and rammed his thigh into Enock's soft tissue the second time. A pitiful moan and whimper escaped Enock in pain. Paul thought Enock was about to go down on his knees and wanted to ram his knee into his opponent's thick balls again. But explosively with a scream of pain and rage Enock clutched Paul and he pushed the surprised Paul with full force with his entire back against the marble boundary of the arena that one heard the impact loudly clapping as Paul crashed with his back again. Paul could no longer clutch Enock in pain and released him. Immediately free Paul emitted a terrible cry of pain, When Enock rams his foot sole with full force in the stomach. Enock then briefly lost his balance and stumbled, leaving Enock at Paul's feet. Paul doubled over in pain in his back from the impact. He pressed his back against the cool marble to recover briefly, enjoying the relief from the wounds Enock gave him with his fingernails. Enock also used this brief moment to rub and massage his aching balls and look at the bleeding sides of his stomach. Then he saw Paul leaning against the wall right in front of him. Groaning, he turned on his knees straightened his upper body and grabbed Paul's thigh with his left hand. He looked down and grabbed Enock's bald head with both hands and tried to twist it massively to break Enock's neck. Enock moaned and screamed from the sharp pain spreading down his throat despite tensing his neck muscles. Not wanting Paul to come forward and kill him after such a short fight, he brutally rammed his clenched fist into Paul's balls first with a short, hard punch. Paul immediately let go of Enock's head and screamed, moaned and whimpered from the stabbing and burning pain in his big massive balls and then Enock rammed his clenched fist a second time, even harder, into the smooth massive balls. The blow was so painful that Paul could only whimper pitifully. He felt sick, Paul felt the bile and the stomach pumping, he felt dizzy and took some uncoordinated steps. He slid his back against the marble wall and his bloody back stained the white wall red. Paul held his massive burning, throbbing balls with his left hand and with his right hand he propped himself up against the wall a few times and at the same time he threw up and vomited into the arena before his legs gave out and his powerful massive body crashed to the floor in the middle of the arena. Enock was still sitting on the edge groaning and rubbing his aching neck with his left hand, which hurt very badly as Paul tried to twist his head with brute force to break his opponent's neck. With his right hand he also rubbed and massaged his burning, throbbing balls. He looked over at Paul furiously with hatred and began to twist on his knees groaning and crawling towards Paul in pain. A small pool of blood had also formed where Enock sat, on the blue mat. His balls thick, big balls rubbed against his thighs as he did so and his stiff cock bobbed up and down. Paul who was moaning and whimpering massaging and stroking his balls from the brutal pain in his balls, was meanwhile still lying on his back in the middle of the mat. Now he also turned on his knees and crawled towards Enock also moaning and moaning softly. Both knelt wide-legged so close to each other that Enock's glans bored into Paul's belly button and Paul's cock pushed between Enock's thighs and pressed on his ass crack. Paul grabbed the root of his cock and straightened his cock vertically between their bellies. He then let his hand fall loosely back to his side. Both old men now moved so close to each other that both big cocks touched each other and pressed into the bellies of the two old fighters. Their massive clean-shaven balls were touching. Both start completely cold, emotionless and full of hate into each other's eyes. Neither spoke a word, no reaction from either, as if they were both waiting for a certain sign. Suddenly both old fighters embraced each other with their left arm and with their right hand both formed a claw and rammed into each other's balls. Both brutally clutched each other's balls with thumb and forefinger and immediately dug the fingernails of middle, ring and little fingers into the scrotum of the opponent. Enock as well as Paul tried to slit, rip or scratch the opponent's scrotum with their fingernails and severely injure or destroy the testicles of the other old man's enemy who was deadly in this fight. Both old men roared, moaned, whimpered and wailed from this brutal unprecedented pain, even though both had several years under their belts and had also survived several deadly fights. With their left arm, both had managed to come under their opponent's right arm. Enock grabbed Paul's face to push Paul's head back. His fingernails, from his index and middle fingers, dug into Paul's eyebrows, his ring fingernail into his eyelid, his small fingernail into his cheek, and his thumbnail into the soft skin under his lower jaw. Blood oozed from the wounds. Paul had pressed the heel of his hand under Enock's lower jaw and his fingernails pressed into the skin under his nose until the blood came. His thumbnail dug deep into the soft skin at the end of the lower jaw. At the same time, to make the pain much more brutal and unbearable, they both tore at their scrotums. Due to the resulting additional brutal pain in their scrotums, both old men roared and wailed heartbreakingly. Both old men knew that the decision was approaching and the first one to bleed out or pass out or be brutally injured by the other would die at the other's hand. The secret old naked observers watching this fight had already jerked off several times with excitement and intense ejaculations. In the arena it smelled very strongly of sweat, sperm, blood and urine. Under Enock and Paul had formed a large pool of blood, their thighs shone from the blood, with Paul clearly red. The blood from their faces ran down their necks and breasts toward the mat, as did the blood from the other wounds. Their movements became slower, the roar, scream was only a moan and whimper. Paul also totally at the end, both exhausted, noticed that his deadly slightly younger opponent was weakening. Enock's grip softened, on Paul's face as well as on Paul's scrotum, and he slumped and fell full length onto his stomach where he lay moaning. But Paul also collapsed and fell onto his side. He struggled to breathe and also to endure the pain of the struggle. When his eyes fell on one of the thongs lying in the arena. Paul turned over onto his stomach groaning as well and crawled towards the thong. Paul trailed a trail of blood behind him. Once he had the thong he crawled back to Enock. Paul agonized on his knees behind Enock, moaning. He twisted the thong into a purr grabbed Enock's large, now soft bleeding scrotum. Paul pulled Enock's big scrotum and his mighty stiff cock backwards between his thighs. Now Paul put the thong around Enock's scrotum and his cock. Now Enock woke up again and moaned to Paul "PLEASE DON'T". Paul looked coldly and full of hate to Enock and moaned only "I PROMISED YOU BLACK DICKSAU I WILL CASE YOU; THEN I WILL FUCK YOU AND THEN I WILL KILL YOU SLOWLY". Paul pulled the two ends of Tanga together so that they cut off Enock's balls. Enock's balls became plump again, hard and shiny as if oiled, because the scrotum was so contracted. You could now also see the severe wounds Paul had made on Enock's scrotum and testicles with his fingernails. Enock moaned, whimpered in pain and begged to keep his testicles and cock. But Paul tightened the noose harder and higher. The thong was now cutting deeper and deeper into Enock's skin from his balls and onto his cock. Enock roared from the indescribable pain and fear of losing his balls and cock now again stronger and tried to free himself from this hopeless situation. But it was over. Paul now pushed Enock's ass down with his left foot and with both hands he pulled the ends of the thong further and further apart, so that the thong cut deeper and deeper into Enock's soft parts which Paul had wrapped around Enock's big balls and the mighty stiff cock. Enock roared in pain, Paul's cock was fully swollen again, hard and stiff and Paul roared with excitement "I WILL CASTRATE YOU OLD DEPENDENT BLACK HENGST NOW AND THEN KILL YOU, ONE OF US BOTH IS TOO MUCH IN THIS ARENA" I will castrate you now. With a brutal jerk, Paul ripped off Enock's balls and cock, clapping clearly audible as they fell to the mat. Paul, full of excitement, took Enock's formerly big, hard balls and his big cock in his hand and looked at them, stroking the balls and the cock of his slightly younger opponent with his fingers. "Aaaaaghhggh!" cried Enock, his old face wrinkled and contorted in agony. Immediately, Paul raised his arms in a victory pose. Blood emerged from under Paul's planted foot - Enock's blood. Paul stepped down from Enock's penis to reveal the bloody wound - the wound that sealed Enock's fate, Paul thought. Paul, full of excitement, took Enock's formerly large, hard balls and his big cock in his hand looked at them, stroking the balls and cock of his slightly younger opponent with his fingers. The observers raved and jerked their stiffly aroused cocks once again with the excitement of the brutal fight; Paul had won! Paul beamed and grinned as he tensed his old manly biceps and held Enock's black massive balls and huge cock in his hand. Enock frowned in disbelieving, open-mouthed horror and pain. The observers cheered from the darkness for the victorious Paul; they pointed their thumbs down at his defeated foe. "You lost, Enock, now you must die like a Death Fighter!" said Paul. "Yes, Paul, you have defeated me. I await my death, but you will come with me." Paul then knelt down next to Enock's head to place his once large firm balls in his hand to humiliate his younger opponent once again at the end. As he placed his younger opponent's severed balls and his cock in his hand and then Paul bent down to Enock's ear. In a rough, trembling but final voice, Paul whispered in Enock's ear. "THE FIRST ACT IS COMPLETE; I'M ABOUT TO FUCK YOU BEFORE I END YOUR MISERABLE BLACK LIFE AND REDEEM YOU". The first act is finished between the two of us. Paul was sure that Enock was finished by the severe injury and blood loss. He was caught completely off guard, unprepared for Enock's attack. Enock grabbed Paul's white hair at the back of his head and pulled forward, groaning and also roaring in pain and anger, so that Paul lost his balance and fell forward, crashing his forehead against the perimeter of the arena without braking. The impact was so strong that Paul's forehead opened up into a bleeding laceration. Despite the serious injury, Enock had struggled to his knees, groaning and whimpering, and now grabbed Paul's ears with his two bloody hands. Enock yanked Paul's upper body up under a painful scream, which came from the pain of his tearing off balls and cock, to immediately afterwards ram Paul with his head against the marble arena border several times. After ramming Paul against the boundary five times and a large blood stain became visible on the marble boundary, he simply let go of Paul. Enock slumped from exhaustion, blood loss and pain. He propped himself up on his hands while still kneeling. Paul lay beside him, not moving at all. Only a low moan and whimper of pain could be heard from Paul. As Enock casually glanced to the side, he spotted the two bloody thongs, not far from him and not far apart. Enock dropped to his side, moaning, and stretched his arm, groaning and moaning softly, to reach both thongs. When Enock had them, he sat back against the wall, moaning, and closed his eyes, trying to mobilize all his strength again and somehow block out the pain between his thighs. Paul still lay motionless, moaning softly and dazed by the pain of the bleeding wound on his forehead. In this unarmed fight to the death, there are no taboos, no rules, and no mercy between the two old fighters who are two mortal enemies in this fight. The fight is not over until one of the two old fighters has killed his opponent. . Paul was sure he had won the fight when he cut off his slightly younger opponent Enock's big balls and his huge cock with the thongs, emasculating Enock. But Enock now rammed Paul, his slightly older opponent, into unconsciousness with his head against the marble arena border. Enock was now biting his teeth in pain, struggling to his knees while whimpering and moaning, crawling behind Paul. Once there, he spreads Paul's muscular thighs and grabs Paul's massive balls and big thick cock. Both are just a little puffy and almost soft. With his thumb and forefinger he now also grips Paul's manhood and wraps the bloody string from the two thongs with violence, hatred and brutality, around Paul's balls and cock. Paul slowly registered what was coming now. He moaned softly in a hoarse, feeble voice, it was a pleading and begging that Enock not emasculate him. But Enock also moaned softly with a trembling voice from excitement, no you white old bastard. "Then Enock began with his last dwindling powers under moaning and wailing in pain to pull the string out of the two thongs with all his might the massive balls and the big cock between Paul's powerful thighs. Paul's balls become hard again by the pulling and the skin of the scrotum shine like oiled and his cock becomes stiff and hard again by the tying. Paul now starts to fight for his manhood and his life and to moan and scream from the starting pain in his massive balls and his big thick cock. Likewise, Enock moans and screams from the pain rising from his wound between his thighs up into his body and the effort to now also separate Paul's massive balls and big cock from his muscular old body. Blood spurts from his wound and stains the thighs red from both old fighters. Paul managed to turn from the prone position to the supine position, but that did not bring success either. On the contrary, despite that Paul wrapped his strong legs around Enock to break his ribs. Enock was now screaming in pain from exhaustion and the rising fear of not being able to emasculate Paul before he died. So now Enock brutally grabbed Paul's massive balls and big cock with his left hand. With his right hand he intensified the pulling of the string to finally separate Paul's scrotum and also his penis from Paul's body. Paul was now screaming, moaning and whimpering so pathetically that it went through everyone's marrow. At the same time he began to twitch and his hard cock, stiff from being cut off, spurted a mixture of cum and blood for the last time. Enock screamed in relief, he had at that moment also emasculated his deadly old opponent Paul. He stretched his left arm up in the air, holding Paul's massive balls and his still pumping stiff cock. The mixture of blood and cum ran down Enock's left arm. Paul cried out in pain, the humiliation and degradation of now being robbed of his manhood, and tried to claw his fingernails into the blue mat. Enock struggled to his feet, moaning and whimpering, and stood in the arena with his left arm raised and Paul's manhood, now becoming sheer, in his left hand in a victory pose. Blood spurted from both wounds and both moaned and wailed from the brutal pain. Shortly after Enock's victory pose, he collapsed first to his knees, then to his hands, and finally Enock lay parallel to Paul. He grinned at Paul with a pain-worn face and whispered to Paul with a moan "YOU AGE LIKE A DOG HAVE WON THE FIGHT BETWEEN US, BUT IN THE END WE BOTH SLAUGHTERED AND DESTROYED EACH OTHER". Then he closed his eyes from exhaustion and the pain of the now ended battle. Paul lay next to him with his eyes closed as well, moaning and whimpering barely audibly. His left hand was trembling barely visible with his right hand feeling his wound where his mighty manhood once hung. Both old men had large beads of sweat on their foreheads and both clenched their jaws in agony. Enock's and Paul's faces contorted in pain. Their backs, their whole bodies, arched in agony. Blood spurted from their large wounds where their powerful and large sex organs were. Both cried out again in agony.
They were now both lying next to each other, together in the arena. That night, Enock and Paul had made the arena their personal slaughterhouse. Six deadly victories had been won by both to become the new champion! Now these two hunks of meat were united in defeat and death, and neither was the victor! World champion of death fights!
END]]> https://arenafighter.adult/mybb/showthread.php?tid=6946 Mon, 05 Sep 2022 23:22:04 +0000 TheSilverGhost]]> https://arenafighter.adult/mybb/showthread.php?tid=6946 "Whew!  It's getting hot out here guys." said Pete.
He stood up, pulled up the bottom of his t-shirt and pulled over his head.
"Careful! You'll tip us over." said Jerry.
"What do you care?  You're like a fish in the water." said Pete.
"I think he's got the right idea." said George as he slipped his t-shirt over his head.
Jerry nodded and pulled his t-shirt over his head.  When Jerry had settled down and the boat had stopped rocking, Pete put his hands up to his glasses and pulled the ear pieces off his ears and dipped the glasses a couple of times, causing the sun to reflect off of them.  Pete tried to contain a smile and his anticipation as the looked at the wooded area on the bank of the cove.  Shlomp.  Shlomp.  Shlomp.
"What was that?" asked Jerry as he stood up and looked at the water near the boat, where the sound had come from.
Shlomp.
"Oh no!" gasped George when he saw an arrow sinking into the water near the bow.
"They're shooting at us." said Jerry when he caught a glimpse of the arrow.
Shump.  George's eyes widened as he looked down at an arrow that had hit the vertical slit that was his navel.
"Awh not in the gut." groaned Jerry.
Shump.  Jerry closed his eyes tightly and clenched his teeth as an arrow pushed his outie navel deep into his belly.  George bent over and fell into the water, while Jerry cupped his hands on either side of the arrow and fell over to his side in the boat.  Pete stood up to get a good look at his friend floating to the surface.  Shump.  Pete's whole body stiffened, his mouth fell open, and his eyes went wide.  An arrow had found its mark in Pete's deep quarter sized belly button.
"Not me!  Oh please not me too!" gasped Pete.
It was then that Pete noticed a wire attached to the arrow and felt pressure as the wire was being pulled.
"Oooohhhh!" groaned Pete as he fell forward into the water, turning the boat over.
Beside the woods on a sandy beach three winches whined as they reeled in the wires, pulling Jerry, Pete, and George onto the beach.  The three men were pulled onto the sand and a group in camouflage moved over them.  They removed their shorts and then their underwear, leaving the three laying on their backs in the nude.  George lay with his arms and legs spread eagle.  Pete lay with his arms straight out from his shoulders and his left knee bent in the air.  Jerry lay with his hands clasped behind his head and his legs laying out straight together.  They had driven pegs into the ground and tied their wrists and ankles down so that three men couldn't move.  One of the attackers slipped Pete's glasses off.
"Why?  Why did you shoot me too?" groaned Pete.
"That round belly button surrounded by your flat belly just made a perfect target we couldn't pass up." said the man who had removed Pete's glasses.
They all three lay side by side gasping in pain as the hours passed.  Their bodies glistened with sweat in the sunlight and they were all nearly ready to pass out.  They had noticed that on regular intervals someone came back and gave them drinks of cold water from a canteen.  They lay there through the night still being given water, but no food and no relief from the arrows in their bellies.  As the sun rose early the next morning the group of hunters returned.  They found Jerry, Pete, and George laying as they had been, but the noticeable difference as the fact that their dicks all stood up straight and parallel to the arrows.
"Why?" gasped George.
"We kept giving you water so you wouldn't dehydrate, and keep you alive long enough for your bellies to fill with blood.  Right now it's pushing on your lungs and you have all three raised the flags to that effect." said the lead hunter.
One of them drew an arrow and stepped over George.  He put the arrow in his bow and pulled it to point, putting the arrowhead just above the middle of George's softly rounded belly.  Shoomp.
"Oooohhhh-hooohh-hooohh!" screamed George as he tried to bend over, but couldn't move.
He drew another arrow and put it right over George's heart.  Shump.
"Yeeennggghhh!" screamed George as he closed his eyes tightly.
A thin yellow stream squirted out of George's uncut penis, then it slowly lay down flat on his belly.  Some of the others noticed as George let out his death scream a thick stream of cum shot out of Pete's circumcised dick.  Another hunter pulled and arrow and stepped over Jerry.
"Wait, wait.  That's too easy and this guy's got a hot body.  Everybody pick a spot and give him a shot." said the leader.
Jerry's eyes widened and he shook his head as he looked at at least six arrows all pointed at his washboard stomach.
"Don't!  Please don't!" cried Jerry.
SH-THONK!  Jerry clenched his teeth and his eyes widened as arrowheads drove into his belly slashing at the hardened muscle before sinking deep into his guts.  One of them pulled an arrow and put it over Jerry's heart.
"I don't want to die." gasped Jerry weakly.
Shump.
"Ohhh!" screamed Jerry.
A thin yellow stream flew out of the end of Jerry's circumcized penis, then it lay down flat on his sweat soaked belly.  That time everyone noticed as cum shot out of Pete's dick.
"He's laying here gut shot and his brother and best friend just died and he's getting off on it." said the lead hunter.
The lead hunter drew an arrow back in his bow and put the point above the middle of Pete's abdomen.
"You weren't supposed to shoot me." whined Pete.
Shomp.
"Aah-hooooooooo!" screamed Pete as the arrow went through his body.
Pete looked up as the lead hunter knelt over him.
"Please don't kill me." whimpered Pete.
The hunter wrapped his fingers around the shaft in Pete's navel.
"You were dead the moment this arrow hit." said the hunter.
Pete let out a squeal of pain as the hunter turned the arrow back and forth in his guts.  The hunter drew another arrow as he stood and Pete shook his head as the arrowhead was poised over his heart.
"No!  No!  Don't!  Noo!" screamed Pete with all the strength he had left.
Shump.
"uuuulllhhhhh!" screamed Pete as the arrow went through his heart.
His eyes rolled upward and blood ran from the corner of his mouth as cum shot from his penis again.  Pete went limp as his dick lay down flat on his belly.  The hunters took photos of the dead bodies, then cut off their dicks and bagged them for display later.  They pulled the row boat back to shore and loaded Jerry, Pete, and George into the boat.  Two of the hunters took the boat out into the middle of the cove.  One of them stood Jerry up facing out into water while the other drew a hunting knife and slit his belly.  They dropped Jerry's body into the water as his guts began to spill out.  They did the same with George, then Pete.  Their empty bellies quickly filled with water and they sank to the bottom of the lake never to be found.]]> "Whew!  It's getting hot out here guys." said Pete.
He stood up, pulled up the bottom of his t-shirt and pulled over his head.
"Careful! You'll tip us over." said Jerry.
"What do you care?  You're like a fish in the water." said Pete.
"I think he's got the right idea." said George as he slipped his t-shirt over his head.
Jerry nodded and pulled his t-shirt over his head.  When Jerry had settled down and the boat had stopped rocking, Pete put his hands up to his glasses and pulled the ear pieces off his ears and dipped the glasses a couple of times, causing the sun to reflect off of them.  Pete tried to contain a smile and his anticipation as the looked at the wooded area on the bank of the cove.  Shlomp.  Shlomp.  Shlomp.
"What was that?" asked Jerry as he stood up and looked at the water near the boat, where the sound had come from.
Shlomp.
"Oh no!" gasped George when he saw an arrow sinking into the water near the bow.
"They're shooting at us." said Jerry when he caught a glimpse of the arrow.
Shump.  George's eyes widened as he looked down at an arrow that had hit the vertical slit that was his navel.
"Awh not in the gut." groaned Jerry.
Shump.  Jerry closed his eyes tightly and clenched his teeth as an arrow pushed his outie navel deep into his belly.  George bent over and fell into the water, while Jerry cupped his hands on either side of the arrow and fell over to his side in the boat.  Pete stood up to get a good look at his friend floating to the surface.  Shump.  Pete's whole body stiffened, his mouth fell open, and his eyes went wide.  An arrow had found its mark in Pete's deep quarter sized belly button.
"Not me!  Oh please not me too!" gasped Pete.
It was then that Pete noticed a wire attached to the arrow and felt pressure as the wire was being pulled.
"Oooohhhh!" groaned Pete as he fell forward into the water, turning the boat over.
Beside the woods on a sandy beach three winches whined as they reeled in the wires, pulling Jerry, Pete, and George onto the beach.  The three men were pulled onto the sand and a group in camouflage moved over them.  They removed their shorts and then their underwear, leaving the three laying on their backs in the nude.  George lay with his arms and legs spread eagle.  Pete lay with his arms straight out from his shoulders and his left knee bent in the air.  Jerry lay with his hands clasped behind his head and his legs laying out straight together.  They had driven pegs into the ground and tied their wrists and ankles down so that three men couldn't move.  One of the attackers slipped Pete's glasses off.
"Why?  Why did you shoot me too?" groaned Pete.
"That round belly button surrounded by your flat belly just made a perfect target we couldn't pass up." said the man who had removed Pete's glasses.
They all three lay side by side gasping in pain as the hours passed.  Their bodies glistened with sweat in the sunlight and they were all nearly ready to pass out.  They had noticed that on regular intervals someone came back and gave them drinks of cold water from a canteen.  They lay there through the night still being given water, but no food and no relief from the arrows in their bellies.  As the sun rose early the next morning the group of hunters returned.  They found Jerry, Pete, and George laying as they had been, but the noticeable difference as the fact that their dicks all stood up straight and parallel to the arrows.
"Why?" gasped George.
"We kept giving you water so you wouldn't dehydrate, and keep you alive long enough for your bellies to fill with blood.  Right now it's pushing on your lungs and you have all three raised the flags to that effect." said the lead hunter.
One of them drew an arrow and stepped over George.  He put the arrow in his bow and pulled it to point, putting the arrowhead just above the middle of George's softly rounded belly.  Shoomp.
"Oooohhhh-hooohh-hooohh!" screamed George as he tried to bend over, but couldn't move.
He drew another arrow and put it right over George's heart.  Shump.
"Yeeennggghhh!" screamed George as he closed his eyes tightly.
A thin yellow stream squirted out of George's uncut penis, then it slowly lay down flat on his belly.  Some of the others noticed as George let out his death scream a thick stream of cum shot out of Pete's circumcised dick.  Another hunter pulled and arrow and stepped over Jerry.
"Wait, wait.  That's too easy and this guy's got a hot body.  Everybody pick a spot and give him a shot." said the leader.
Jerry's eyes widened and he shook his head as he looked at at least six arrows all pointed at his washboard stomach.
"Don't!  Please don't!" cried Jerry.
SH-THONK!  Jerry clenched his teeth and his eyes widened as arrowheads drove into his belly slashing at the hardened muscle before sinking deep into his guts.  One of them pulled an arrow and put it over Jerry's heart.
"I don't want to die." gasped Jerry weakly.
Shump.
"Ohhh!" screamed Jerry.
A thin yellow stream flew out of the end of Jerry's circumcized penis, then it lay down flat on his sweat soaked belly.  That time everyone noticed as cum shot out of Pete's dick.
"He's laying here gut shot and his brother and best friend just died and he's getting off on it." said the lead hunter.
The lead hunter drew an arrow back in his bow and put the point above the middle of Pete's abdomen.
"You weren't supposed to shoot me." whined Pete.
Shomp.
"Aah-hooooooooo!" screamed Pete as the arrow went through his body.
Pete looked up as the lead hunter knelt over him.
"Please don't kill me." whimpered Pete.
The hunter wrapped his fingers around the shaft in Pete's navel.
"You were dead the moment this arrow hit." said the hunter.
Pete let out a squeal of pain as the hunter turned the arrow back and forth in his guts.  The hunter drew another arrow as he stood and Pete shook his head as the arrowhead was poised over his heart.
"No!  No!  Don't!  Noo!" screamed Pete with all the strength he had left.
Shump.
"uuuulllhhhhh!" screamed Pete as the arrow went through his heart.
His eyes rolled upward and blood ran from the corner of his mouth as cum shot from his penis again.  Pete went limp as his dick lay down flat on his belly.  The hunters took photos of the dead bodies, then cut off their dicks and bagged them for display later.  They pulled the row boat back to shore and loaded Jerry, Pete, and George into the boat.  Two of the hunters took the boat out into the middle of the cove.  One of them stood Jerry up facing out into water while the other drew a hunting knife and slit his belly.  They dropped Jerry's body into the water as his guts began to spill out.  They did the same with George, then Pete.  Their empty bellies quickly filled with water and they sank to the bottom of the lake never to be found.]]> https://arenafighter.adult/mybb/showthread.php?tid=6732 Wed, 15 Jun 2022 02:24:13 +0000 TheSilverGhost]]> https://arenafighter.adult/mybb/showthread.php?tid=6732 "Why not, let's start with the nerd." said Belly Boy as he ran his hand lightly over Peter's broad chest.
Then he ran his hand down Peter's flat but soft belly.  He stopped and ran his finger around Peter's deep quarter sized belly button.  Belly Boy walked back to his black back, opened it, and pulled out a metal device that looked like an apple corer.  He slid the device into Peter's big navel and with a quick twist cut out the back of his belly button.  Belly Boy threw the device back over to his bag, then pulled down his own blue swim trunks.  Belly Boy put his hands on Peter's hips and slid his dick into Peter's belly button.  Belly Boy could hear Peter's guts as they were pushed out of the way and then their bellies smack together.  Belly Boy was beginning to build a rhythm, when he stopped himself.
"Have to pace myself.  More to go." said Belly Boy as he stepped back and left Peter standing where he had been frozen.
Belly Boy stepped out of his trunks and walked up to Jason.  Jason was a little shorter, had short cut black hair, and wore red trunks.  Jason was a little heavier than Peter and Belly Boy smiled as he ran his finger around the thin layer of fat that surrounded Jason's huge half dollar sized navel.
"It makes his belly look like a target." mused Belly Boy as he walked back to his bag.
He picked up the corer again and then shook his head.
"With that cavern, just a plain knife will do." said Belly Boy as he pulled a knife out of his bag.
Belly Boy put the knife point at the back of Jason's navel, and made a quick turn with the blade to cut out the back of Jason's belly button.  He flipped the knife down into the sand, driving the blade down, then put his hands on Jason's ribs.  He drove his dick hard into Jason's navel and smiled when he felt Jason's belly shimmy from the impact.  After a few hard thrusts he made himself stop and turned to Jerry.  Jerry was Peter's fraternal twin brother.  He had short light brown almost blond hair, a thin athletic swimmer's build.  Belly Boy smiled as he ran his hand down Jerry's well defined washboard stomach.  He ran his finger around Jerry's outie navel, then bent over and picked up the knife.  He ran the point around the outer edges of the knife, then with a flick of his wrist popped Jerry's belly button out of his belly.  Belly Boy put his hands on Jerry's hips and slid his dick into Jerry's now opened belly button.  Belly Boy smiled as he heard and felt Jerry's rock hard belly smack into his own then with a groan released into Jerry's belly and took a step back, breathing heavily.  Belly Boy picked up his knife, then slipped back into his trunks and walked back over to his bag.  He put knife and corer back into his bag, sat down, and pushed the button on the watch.  Everything began to move again and the volleyball came down to hit the sand beside Peter.
"Oooohhhh!" screamed Peter as his knees buckled and he bent over with blood pouring from his navel.
"Aaaahhhnnhhh!" shrieked Jason as he bent over and fell to his side.
"Uuuhhnhhhh!" screamed Jerry as he fell to his knees and bent over where his forehead hit the sand.
Peter rolled over on his back and let out a couple of quick hard gasps, then stopped moving.  Jason let out a low moan, then went limp.  Jerry tried to crawl toward his brother, but landed belly first in the sand.  He yelped in pain and rolled over his back as sand went into his wound.  Jerry reached out to touch Peter's hand, his belly jerked in and out in a couple of hard gasps, then he went limp.  Their three oponents ran under the net to see what had happened.
"Hey Bob." yelled Belly Boy.
One of the remaining three turned toward Belly Boy as he threw the knife toward him.  Belly Boy pushed another button on his watch and time seemed to slow down to a crawl.  Bob, a tall broad shouldered barrel chested man moved in slow motion as the knife slowly turned over and over in the air as it flew toward him.  Belly Boy got up off the rock, walked by the knife and beside Bob where he could watch the knife hit perfectly.  The knife drew closer and Bob didn't even have a chance to react as the point of the blade parted his skin just above his navel.  Belly Boy watched as Bob slowly began to bend over, cupped his hand on his belly, and let out a scream of agony.  Belly Boy grabbed the knife, gave it a hard turn, then pulled it out.  He went over to Bob's left side and counted up to his sixth rib.  He slid the blade in to the hilt between his sixth and seventh rib.  Belly Boy went back to the rock and pulled a crossbow out of his bag.  He pushed the button on his watch again to restore time to normal.
"Oh!" gasped Bob as looked down.
He fell to his knees, then over on his side.
"Time to skewer the jock." said Belly Boy as he leveled the sights of the crossbow on Don.
Don was a tall muscular young man with reddish brown hair.
"Time to go, Don." said Belly Boy.
Don turned and looked at the crossbow.  He was just letting out a gasp when Belly Boy pushed the button on the watch and fired the crossbow at the same time.  Belly Boy got up and walked past the bolt and beside Don.
"Oh no!  My aim was off.  I shouldn't have tried to do both at the same time.
The bolt hit Don just left of the center of his broad chest, driving straight through his heart.
"Awh man I wan't him to hurt a lot before he died." complained Belly Boy as he walked back to the rock.
Don fell back in slow motion as Belly Boy put the crossbow up and pulled out a sub machine gun and tripod.  Don hit the sand just as Belly Boy finished setting up the gun and aiming it the remaining volleyball player, George.  George was about medium height, stocky, a little overweight, but always willing to go along with the rest of the gang.  Belly Boy pushed the button on the watch and George turned toward Belly Boy.
"Oh crud." gulped George as Belly Boy pushed the button on the watch again.
This time he had a remote firing device on the gun and pushed it to make it fire.  In slow motion Belly Boy could see the hail of bullets come from the gun and George's body go into a dance of death as round after round cut into his soft round belly.  The impact picked George up off his feet and planted him flat on his back in the sand.  Belly Boy pushed the button again to restart time as normal, then pushed the other button to stop it completely.  He put the gun and tripod back in his bag, then went to look over his victims.  He removed all their swimtrunks, then dragged George over to Peter's body.  He lay George across Peter's belly where George's dick was stuck in Peter's belly button, then wrapped George's left hand around Peter's dick.  He lay Bob across Jerry's belly with Bob's dick in Jerry's navel and then put Bob's left hand on Jerry's dick.  Finally he positioned Don across Jason in the same way.  Belly Boy picked up his bag, walked back to his car and restarted time.
"This was fun.  I'll have to do it again some time." said Belly Boy as he got into his car.

Belly Boy would not learn until later the next day while reading about the incident in the paper that not only did the authorities have no leads on the killer, but Peter, Jason, and Jerry had all died from shock after having their internal organs mysteriously displaced.]]> "Why not, let's start with the nerd." said Belly Boy as he ran his hand lightly over Peter's broad chest.
Then he ran his hand down Peter's flat but soft belly.  He stopped and ran his finger around Peter's deep quarter sized belly button.  Belly Boy walked back to his black back, opened it, and pulled out a metal device that looked like an apple corer.  He slid the device into Peter's big navel and with a quick twist cut out the back of his belly button.  Belly Boy threw the device back over to his bag, then pulled down his own blue swim trunks.  Belly Boy put his hands on Peter's hips and slid his dick into Peter's belly button.  Belly Boy could hear Peter's guts as they were pushed out of the way and then their bellies smack together.  Belly Boy was beginning to build a rhythm, when he stopped himself.
"Have to pace myself.  More to go." said Belly Boy as he stepped back and left Peter standing where he had been frozen.
Belly Boy stepped out of his trunks and walked up to Jason.  Jason was a little shorter, had short cut black hair, and wore red trunks.  Jason was a little heavier than Peter and Belly Boy smiled as he ran his finger around the thin layer of fat that surrounded Jason's huge half dollar sized navel.
"It makes his belly look like a target." mused Belly Boy as he walked back to his bag.
He picked up the corer again and then shook his head.
"With that cavern, just a plain knife will do." said Belly Boy as he pulled a knife out of his bag.
Belly Boy put the knife point at the back of Jason's navel, and made a quick turn with the blade to cut out the back of Jason's belly button.  He flipped the knife down into the sand, driving the blade down, then put his hands on Jason's ribs.  He drove his dick hard into Jason's navel and smiled when he felt Jason's belly shimmy from the impact.  After a few hard thrusts he made himself stop and turned to Jerry.  Jerry was Peter's fraternal twin brother.  He had short light brown almost blond hair, a thin athletic swimmer's build.  Belly Boy smiled as he ran his hand down Jerry's well defined washboard stomach.  He ran his finger around Jerry's outie navel, then bent over and picked up the knife.  He ran the point around the outer edges of the knife, then with a flick of his wrist popped Jerry's belly button out of his belly.  Belly Boy put his hands on Jerry's hips and slid his dick into Jerry's now opened belly button.  Belly Boy smiled as he heard and felt Jerry's rock hard belly smack into his own then with a groan released into Jerry's belly and took a step back, breathing heavily.  Belly Boy picked up his knife, then slipped back into his trunks and walked back over to his bag.  He put knife and corer back into his bag, sat down, and pushed the button on the watch.  Everything began to move again and the volleyball came down to hit the sand beside Peter.
"Oooohhhh!" screamed Peter as his knees buckled and he bent over with blood pouring from his navel.
"Aaaahhhnnhhh!" shrieked Jason as he bent over and fell to his side.
"Uuuhhnhhhh!" screamed Jerry as he fell to his knees and bent over where his forehead hit the sand.
Peter rolled over on his back and let out a couple of quick hard gasps, then stopped moving.  Jason let out a low moan, then went limp.  Jerry tried to crawl toward his brother, but landed belly first in the sand.  He yelped in pain and rolled over his back as sand went into his wound.  Jerry reached out to touch Peter's hand, his belly jerked in and out in a couple of hard gasps, then he went limp.  Their three oponents ran under the net to see what had happened.
"Hey Bob." yelled Belly Boy.
One of the remaining three turned toward Belly Boy as he threw the knife toward him.  Belly Boy pushed another button on his watch and time seemed to slow down to a crawl.  Bob, a tall broad shouldered barrel chested man moved in slow motion as the knife slowly turned over and over in the air as it flew toward him.  Belly Boy got up off the rock, walked by the knife and beside Bob where he could watch the knife hit perfectly.  The knife drew closer and Bob didn't even have a chance to react as the point of the blade parted his skin just above his navel.  Belly Boy watched as Bob slowly began to bend over, cupped his hand on his belly, and let out a scream of agony.  Belly Boy grabbed the knife, gave it a hard turn, then pulled it out.  He went over to Bob's left side and counted up to his sixth rib.  He slid the blade in to the hilt between his sixth and seventh rib.  Belly Boy went back to the rock and pulled a crossbow out of his bag.  He pushed the button on his watch again to restore time to normal.
"Oh!" gasped Bob as looked down.
He fell to his knees, then over on his side.
"Time to skewer the jock." said Belly Boy as he leveled the sights of the crossbow on Don.
Don was a tall muscular young man with reddish brown hair.
"Time to go, Don." said Belly Boy.
Don turned and looked at the crossbow.  He was just letting out a gasp when Belly Boy pushed the button on the watch and fired the crossbow at the same time.  Belly Boy got up and walked past the bolt and beside Don.
"Oh no!  My aim was off.  I shouldn't have tried to do both at the same time.
The bolt hit Don just left of the center of his broad chest, driving straight through his heart.
"Awh man I wan't him to hurt a lot before he died." complained Belly Boy as he walked back to the rock.
Don fell back in slow motion as Belly Boy put the crossbow up and pulled out a sub machine gun and tripod.  Don hit the sand just as Belly Boy finished setting up the gun and aiming it the remaining volleyball player, George.  George was about medium height, stocky, a little overweight, but always willing to go along with the rest of the gang.  Belly Boy pushed the button on the watch and George turned toward Belly Boy.
"Oh crud." gulped George as Belly Boy pushed the button on the watch again.
This time he had a remote firing device on the gun and pushed it to make it fire.  In slow motion Belly Boy could see the hail of bullets come from the gun and George's body go into a dance of death as round after round cut into his soft round belly.  The impact picked George up off his feet and planted him flat on his back in the sand.  Belly Boy pushed the button again to restart time as normal, then pushed the other button to stop it completely.  He put the gun and tripod back in his bag, then went to look over his victims.  He removed all their swimtrunks, then dragged George over to Peter's body.  He lay George across Peter's belly where George's dick was stuck in Peter's belly button, then wrapped George's left hand around Peter's dick.  He lay Bob across Jerry's belly with Bob's dick in Jerry's navel and then put Bob's left hand on Jerry's dick.  Finally he positioned Don across Jason in the same way.  Belly Boy picked up his bag, walked back to his car and restarted time.
"This was fun.  I'll have to do it again some time." said Belly Boy as he got into his car.

Belly Boy would not learn until later the next day while reading about the incident in the paper that not only did the authorities have no leads on the killer, but Peter, Jason, and Jerry had all died from shock after having their internal organs mysteriously displaced.]]> https://arenafighter.adult/mybb/showthread.php?tid=5863 Mon, 13 Sep 2021 21:33:27 +0000 Chadzormick]]> https://arenafighter.adult/mybb/showthread.php?tid=5863

It wouldn't be long now, he thought. The "firm" was coming for his share of the heist money. It wasn't with him anymore, and no matter how much pain he endured, he would never be able to tell them where it was. The money was with his partner, Jacob, and Joa had no idea where Jacob took it. They had parted way weeks ago knowing that the firm was getting close.

Joa relaxed himself on the small patio off his flat. He reclined back in the morning sun and checked his phone for messages from Jacob, whom he hadn't heard back from in two weeks. Joa saw his body in the reflection of the glass window, toned from years of hard work, tattoo'd with meaning, experiences, and stories. He snapped a picture & sent it to Jacob. "Miss you. Hope you are ok. I think they're close."


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An eery silence overtook the street below and the windows around him. Not a soul in sight, Joa noticed a black SUV at each end of the alley. Surely it was them, the "firm", he thought in quiet resignation. They had cleared the area and would be in his flat at any moment.

He went back inside and he unlocked his front door. There was no use trying to barricade them. Joa slipped on black pants and waited.

"ding ding!", the coffee machine chimed. He poured himself a piping hot cup.

Joa sighs, reclining back into his chair with the cup of smoking coffee. The morning light shines a faint glow on Joa's bare skin, the shadows further defining his broad chest and toned abdomen.

A comotion of foot steps outside the door, Joa watches as the handle jiggles and the door leisurely swings open.

Three men step inside, dressed in slacks, their white shirts tucked in. One carries a brief case, all three are clearly armed. Two more men stand outside the door, Joa can make out the tips of their AR-15s.

"You've been expecting us?" the leading man asks. Joa nods from his seated position, sipping the coffee again.

"Then you know what we are here for. We can do this the hard way, or the easy way."

Joa nods again with a sly grin, before throwing his steaming hot cup of coffee at the mans face. Joa jumps forward as the man stumbles backwards, screaming in pain. He gets one solid punch into the mans nose before the other two men quickly grab Joas arms, and restrain him back onto the couch.


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The leading man grunts and moans, he unbuttons his bloody, coffee stained shirt revealing a toned, muscular torso. He uses the shirt to wipe his face and bloody nose, before throwing it aside.

"I guess we will do this the hard way", the man bemoans.

The other two men have Joa restrained to the couch, behind Joa each holding one arm, Joa is slightly reclined in the same position he was when the men arrived -- but now restrained.

The leading man walks up to Joa, watching his legs to make sure he doesn't try to kick him. Joa remains calm, breathing heavily as he watches the man.

"For the sake of this meeting, my name is Victor. One way or the other, you will tell us where the money is before the sun sets today."

Victor steps between Joa's legs before spitting in his face, and punching him hard in the gut.

Joa tries to double over in pain, but can't as his arms remain restrained. He coughs and gasps for air, his toned muscles flexing against the pain.

"I don't know where the money is".

Victor plops a suitcase down on the coffee table nearby, he clicks it open and lays it out flat. A variety of tools of torture lay bare. Joa notices the spiked iron knuckles, a scalpel, a machete, a curved boning knife, an ice pick, a cork screw, and a multitude of hooks, other knives, and more obscure tools.

Joa's breathing intensifies, but knows there is little he can do to appease the firm. He truly doesn't know where the money is, and there are too many men who are too armed to attempt an escape. He feels resigned to his fate.

Victor slips the spiked iron knuckles onto his right hand. He traces his left hand down Joa's torso, tickling him with a gentle touch. He watches Joa's muscle twitch and contort under his gentle touch, before bringing the iron knuckles down with force into Joa's left abdomen in two quick successions.

Joa grunted loudly, his hips lifted from the couch as his arms remained restrained, before his butt crashed back down. Ten small red dots to the left of his abdomen began to gently stream blood down his side. The small spikes had just barely broken the skin.

"Tell me where the money is", Victor said again as he put the knuckles back into the briefcase.

"I told you. I don't know where it is", Joa wheezed.

The icepick now in hand, Victor found himself between Joa's legs again, leaning over him. He wrested the sharp point in Joa's belly button.


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"If you don't know where it is -- tell me who knows where it is".

He pressed the point in firmly, Joa felt it pop as it slid through his skin and deep inside him.

"Fucking helllll!!" Joa groaned and watched as the icepick pierced through him.

4 inches of the ice pick pierced him before Victor pulled it out. Half of the ice pick slick with blood, Joa watched as the blood pooled in his navel.

"Tell me who knows where it is!!", Victor raged as he plunged the point back into Joa with force. The entire length of the icepick penetrated into Joa's body. 

"Agghh!! FUCK!" Joa yelled as he tried to push himself back into the couch to no avail.

Victor toyed with the handle of the icepick, gently pushing it around in a small circle.

Joa groaned, a weird sensation feeling the invasion of the icepick inside him. The pain was more dull now, contrast with the shocking agonizing pain of being pierced. "fucking hell, fuck you! I don't know who knows!!".

Victor gripped the handle of the icepick, pulling it gently out of Joa. They both watched as the 6 inch metal pick slid out of Joa's navel, slick with blood. Joe felt the invading presence sucked out of his body. Victor grabbed his shirt again, wiping away the blood from the ice pick before placing it back in the briefcase.

Joa looked down at his abdomen as blood began to pool out of his navel, dripping down his lower belly before soaking into the fabric beneath him. He felt a dull pain in his navel, when he flexed the sensation was much worse.

"Joa, we are only just beginning. Tell me what you know."

Joa spat at Victor, landing his saliva squarely on Victors torso. Victor looked down at Joa in disdain. He grabbed what looked like an electric screw driver from the brief case, attaching a corkscrew.


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Joa watched wide eyed as Victor placed the tip of the corkscrew in his navel.

"Joa, you will likely bleed out after I am through with you -- but we have a doctor just outside to keep you alive for the maximum amount of time. We will ensure you suffer as much pain as we can conceive. Tell me what you know."

"Fuck. You."

Victor squeezed the trigger, the screw driver whirred alive, and the cork screw spun violently into Joa's deep belly button, cratering into it as blood splattered onto Victors bare chest.

"AGGHHH!!!" Joa screamed in agony, his hips instinctively lifted in pain, his muscles flexing as the cork screw spun inside him, tearing apart his guts, and spinning deeper and deeper.

The whirring stopped, Joa slammed back down onto the couch, Victor detached the corkscrew from the screw driver.

"We'll keep that there for the time being. Do you feel it inside of you?"

Joa felt the intrusion inside of him, he looked down at maybe half an inch of the 5 inch cork screw stuck out from his navel. A splattering of his blood covered Victors muscular torso. He tasted iron in his mouth.

"you're wasting your time", an exasperated Joa grunted.

Victor grabbed the end of the cork screw, he pushed and pulled at it. Joa groaned in agony.

"This is well lodged in you, the only way to get it out is to reverse it the same way it went in. Will you talk before then?"

Victor punched Joa, just next to his ravaged belly button. Joa screamed as he felt the metal cork screw move inside him. Victor punched again, and again, as Joa began coughing blood.

"I can't. I won't!" Joa yelled between coughs.

"Very well." Victor said, as he attached the cork screw back onto the electric screw driver. He flipped it to reverse, and gently reversed the cork screw out of Joa.

Joa watched as the metal screw spun out of him, covered in his own gore. He moaned in pain.

The two men kept Joa restrained by his arms. He looked down at his ravaged navel, blood now flowed freely from it soaking the couch beneath him.

Victor used his shirt to wipe some of the blood off of Joa's torso and face. Aside from the blood pooling from his navel, and the small red dots on his side from the iron knuckles, Joa's torso remained relatively unscathed.

"Patch up that bellybutton and you could still walk out of her alive Joa. Tell us what you know." Victor said, as he spun a long, curved boning knife before Joa.


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Joa only groaned and shook his head.

Victor placed the boning knife in the center of Joa's abs, where the abdominal muscles split about an inch or so above his belly button.

"If you manage to recover from this, it'll leave a nasty scar", he said as he pierced the knife into Joa. Sharpened to an incredibly fine point, it sank cleanly into Joa. Joa watched wide eyed and felt surprisingly little pain as the slender knife slide into his belly. He felt as the incision cut into his upper gut.

The knife was deep inside of him now, cutting through vital organs. The taste of iron only increased. Joa watched as the boning knife sank to it's hilt inside of his abdomen. The tip must have nearly touched his spine.

"Talk." Victor said, with rage in his eyes.

"No." Joa grunted.

Victor pulled the boning knife from Joa, nearly all the way out, before pushing it back in.

"Ungh!"

Victor pulled it out again, and pushed it in again, effectively gut fucking Joa with the boning knife.

"Ungh!" "Fuck!" "Ugghhh!", Joa moaned with each intrusion. In and out, in and out, the boning knife slid almost rhythmically.

Victor stopped, leaving the knife deep inside Joa. Joa hung his head, watching his belly and the knife rise and fall with each shallow, pained breath.

"You are handsome Joa. A shame to carve you apart this way. I admit, there is a pleasure to it. Such a fine body, toned to the core. A ripped abdomen, penetrated from the middle. Nothing you can do about it. It is sensual."

Joa eyed Victor, watching the man as he massaged his manhood beneath his pants.

"Will you talk, or shall we continue?" Victor asked as he leaned down and grabbed the handle of the boning knife.

Joa spit again, this time blood, squarely in Victors face. Victor violently pulled the boning knife from Joa, slicing downwards as the knife cut through Joa's belly and the curved point slid out from his navel.

Joa groaned, not so much in pain as in resignation, his head falling backwards as his entire body relaxed. Victor wiped away the blood from his face with his forearm, and looked down at the fresh incision from the center of Joa's abdomen to his navel, about 3 inches long and who knows how deep. With every breath, blood seeped from the wound.

"Joa, Joa! What next for you my new friend?" Victor said, as he cleaned the boning knife and put it back in the brief case with the other tools.

Joa remained silent, his eyes closed, his head laid back on the cushions behind him. He felt a trickle of warm blood cascade down his side, he felt as the couch began to feel wet beneath him.

He felt a tickle on the incision in his belly, his eyes cracked open and his head popped up as Victor began to finger his wound.

"Fuck. you.", he wheezed as he felt Victor spread his wound apart.

Victor pushed his pointer and middle finger into the wound, all the way to his knuckles. He toyed with them a bit inside Joa, feeling around. He leaned forward and carressed Joa's face and torso with his free left hand, touching his broad chest, upper abdomen.

Joa watched as Victor's finger sucked out of him. Victor held his pinky with his thumb, and put his pointer, middle, and ring finger together. Joa watched wide eyed.

"Unnghh", he groaned as the three fingers were pushed back inside of him.

Victor felt the warmth inside of Joa, his three fingers moving in and out, he curled them inside Joa and tickled his ravaged guts.

"How much can you take?" Victor said as he continued to finger fuck his gut.

Joa stared into his eyes, trying not to show pain, but wincing and clenching his jaw with each intrusion into his belly. The three fingers slid inside of him, then slowly back out, before gently sliding them back in again, and then out.

Victor stepped back, his fingers dripping in Joa's blood. He admired his work, Joa's muscular body leaned back into the couch, his two henchmen still holding him restrained. The deep incision in the middle of his abdomen bled profusely. Joa looked him dead in the eyes, breathing with an odd confidence for a man who will surely be dead within hours.

Victor unzipped his slacks, pulling down his pants to reveal his hard cock. He stood completely naked before Joa.

Joa, despite his circumstances, could still admire the masculine, muscular body in front of him. He was not sure what to make of the display.

Victor approached Joa, positioning his knees around Joa's legs, thrusting his nude body in front of Joa and resting his hard cock on Joa's chest.

Joa clenched his jaw, his muscles tightening in his torso in anticipation.

Victor slowly slid his dick, wet from precum, down from Joa's sternum, and over his upper abs before sitting his ass on Joa's crotch. The head of his penis rested in the pooling blood around Joa's ravaged navel.

Victor grabbed Joa's shoulders and carefully pulled himself forward. Joa watched, wide eyed, as the head of his penis slid into the incision. Victor pulled himself up, looking down at Joa as the tip of his dick rested just inside the woud. Both men looked down as Victor thrust his hips forward, inserting his man hood fully inside of Joa.

"fucking helll...." Joa moaned in disbelief and pain. Victor thrust out, and then in again.

"Ungh"

Victors hard penis slowly slid out.

"UNGH!" his hips thrust forward again, slamming his entire member into Joa.

He slid out, and "ungh.." slid in again.

Joa watched in a sort of fever haze as Victor continued to fuck his belly, his long cock covered in gore, sliding in and out of his toned abdomen. Joa admired Victors flexing muscles as they began to glimmer in sweat, his hips thrust in and out, his ass massaging Joa's manhood.

Joa noticed he too began to get hard, the pain became dull and the sensation sensual as Victor continued to literally gut fuck him. In, "ungh" and out, "ahh.."

"let him go" Victor demanded of the henchmen between thrusts.

With his free arms, Joa hugged Victor tight, his face smashed into Victors toned upper abdomen, his hands gripping his muscular back. Victor continued to thrust three more times.

His enlarged hard cock slid into Joa, then sucked out "Unnhh" they both moaned.

Thrust in, Joa felt the invading presence deep inside him, pushing his organs and intestines upward, feeling it deep within his sternum and then felt as it slid out, tickling everything on the way. "ughh fuckk...!"

Victor felt the tip of his cock sensitive with excitement, he pushed back in violently one last time, his ass bouncing onto Joa's hard cock. Joa felt as Victors hot seed exploded deep inside him, he felt the warmth and the odd intrusion. He own cock exploded at the same sensation, wetting his pants.

Victor moaned in pleasure, as Joa moaned in pleasure and pain. Victor slowly got to his knees, his long bloody cock slurping out of the incision in Joa. He staggered backwards, and sighed in relief.

"fuck that was good", he said as he casually wiped his dick and pulled his pants back on.

Joa's head fell back as he came to his sense. Gut fucked. He had been gut fucked. And he enjoyed it. He looked down at his ravaged torso, blood splattered his lower belly, the incision in his center widened with each breath and blood pooled out. His pants soiled from the odd ecstasy of the moments. A dull, aching pain filled his belly where he had been poked, knifed, fingered, and then fucked.

Joa looked at Victor as he unsheathed a large katana.

"I see that we are done here, Joa. I hope you can enjoy what time remains" he said as he stabbed the katana straight down through Joa's wounded belly, right through the center of the incision, the blade sliced entirely through him before piercing the couch beneath Joa.

Joa watched as Victor and the two henchmen cleaned their hands, packed their briefcase, and left the room.

The katana wobbled in his ripped abdomen, piercing him to the couch. He felt the blood soaked couch beneath him, watched as the wound in his abdomen bled. He pulled at the blade to no avail, too weak and cutting his hand in the process. His vision slowly faded.]]>

It wouldn't be long now, he thought. The "firm" was coming for his share of the heist money. It wasn't with him anymore, and no matter how much pain he endured, he would never be able to tell them where it was. The money was with his partner, Jacob, and Joa had no idea where Jacob took it. They had parted way weeks ago knowing that the firm was getting close.

Joa relaxed himself on the small patio off his flat. He reclined back in the morning sun and checked his phone for messages from Jacob, whom he hadn't heard back from in two weeks. Joa saw his body in the reflection of the glass window, toned from years of hard work, tattoo'd with meaning, experiences, and stories. He snapped a picture & sent it to Jacob. "Miss you. Hope you are ok. I think they're close."


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An eery silence overtook the street below and the windows around him. Not a soul in sight, Joa noticed a black SUV at each end of the alley. Surely it was them, the "firm", he thought in quiet resignation. They had cleared the area and would be in his flat at any moment.

He went back inside and he unlocked his front door. There was no use trying to barricade them. Joa slipped on black pants and waited.

"ding ding!", the coffee machine chimed. He poured himself a piping hot cup.

Joa sighs, reclining back into his chair with the cup of smoking coffee. The morning light shines a faint glow on Joa's bare skin, the shadows further defining his broad chest and toned abdomen.

A comotion of foot steps outside the door, Joa watches as the handle jiggles and the door leisurely swings open.

Three men step inside, dressed in slacks, their white shirts tucked in. One carries a brief case, all three are clearly armed. Two more men stand outside the door, Joa can make out the tips of their AR-15s.

"You've been expecting us?" the leading man asks. Joa nods from his seated position, sipping the coffee again.

"Then you know what we are here for. We can do this the hard way, or the easy way."

Joa nods again with a sly grin, before throwing his steaming hot cup of coffee at the mans face. Joa jumps forward as the man stumbles backwards, screaming in pain. He gets one solid punch into the mans nose before the other two men quickly grab Joas arms, and restrain him back onto the couch.


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The leading man grunts and moans, he unbuttons his bloody, coffee stained shirt revealing a toned, muscular torso. He uses the shirt to wipe his face and bloody nose, before throwing it aside.

"I guess we will do this the hard way", the man bemoans.

The other two men have Joa restrained to the couch, behind Joa each holding one arm, Joa is slightly reclined in the same position he was when the men arrived -- but now restrained.

The leading man walks up to Joa, watching his legs to make sure he doesn't try to kick him. Joa remains calm, breathing heavily as he watches the man.

"For the sake of this meeting, my name is Victor. One way or the other, you will tell us where the money is before the sun sets today."

Victor steps between Joa's legs before spitting in his face, and punching him hard in the gut.

Joa tries to double over in pain, but can't as his arms remain restrained. He coughs and gasps for air, his toned muscles flexing against the pain.

"I don't know where the money is".

Victor plops a suitcase down on the coffee table nearby, he clicks it open and lays it out flat. A variety of tools of torture lay bare. Joa notices the spiked iron knuckles, a scalpel, a machete, a curved boning knife, an ice pick, a cork screw, and a multitude of hooks, other knives, and more obscure tools.

Joa's breathing intensifies, but knows there is little he can do to appease the firm. He truly doesn't know where the money is, and there are too many men who are too armed to attempt an escape. He feels resigned to his fate.

Victor slips the spiked iron knuckles onto his right hand. He traces his left hand down Joa's torso, tickling him with a gentle touch. He watches Joa's muscle twitch and contort under his gentle touch, before bringing the iron knuckles down with force into Joa's left abdomen in two quick successions.

Joa grunted loudly, his hips lifted from the couch as his arms remained restrained, before his butt crashed back down. Ten small red dots to the left of his abdomen began to gently stream blood down his side. The small spikes had just barely broken the skin.

"Tell me where the money is", Victor said again as he put the knuckles back into the briefcase.

"I told you. I don't know where it is", Joa wheezed.

The icepick now in hand, Victor found himself between Joa's legs again, leaning over him. He wrested the sharp point in Joa's belly button.


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"If you don't know where it is -- tell me who knows where it is".

He pressed the point in firmly, Joa felt it pop as it slid through his skin and deep inside him.

"Fucking helllll!!" Joa groaned and watched as the icepick pierced through him.

4 inches of the ice pick pierced him before Victor pulled it out. Half of the ice pick slick with blood, Joa watched as the blood pooled in his navel.

"Tell me who knows where it is!!", Victor raged as he plunged the point back into Joa with force. The entire length of the icepick penetrated into Joa's body. 

"Agghh!! FUCK!" Joa yelled as he tried to push himself back into the couch to no avail.

Victor toyed with the handle of the icepick, gently pushing it around in a small circle.

Joa groaned, a weird sensation feeling the invasion of the icepick inside him. The pain was more dull now, contrast with the shocking agonizing pain of being pierced. "fucking hell, fuck you! I don't know who knows!!".

Victor gripped the handle of the icepick, pulling it gently out of Joa. They both watched as the 6 inch metal pick slid out of Joa's navel, slick with blood. Joe felt the invading presence sucked out of his body. Victor grabbed his shirt again, wiping away the blood from the ice pick before placing it back in the briefcase.

Joa looked down at his abdomen as blood began to pool out of his navel, dripping down his lower belly before soaking into the fabric beneath him. He felt a dull pain in his navel, when he flexed the sensation was much worse.

"Joa, we are only just beginning. Tell me what you know."

Joa spat at Victor, landing his saliva squarely on Victors torso. Victor looked down at Joa in disdain. He grabbed what looked like an electric screw driver from the brief case, attaching a corkscrew.


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Joa watched wide eyed as Victor placed the tip of the corkscrew in his navel.

"Joa, you will likely bleed out after I am through with you -- but we have a doctor just outside to keep you alive for the maximum amount of time. We will ensure you suffer as much pain as we can conceive. Tell me what you know."

"Fuck. You."

Victor squeezed the trigger, the screw driver whirred alive, and the cork screw spun violently into Joa's deep belly button, cratering into it as blood splattered onto Victors bare chest.

"AGGHHH!!!" Joa screamed in agony, his hips instinctively lifted in pain, his muscles flexing as the cork screw spun inside him, tearing apart his guts, and spinning deeper and deeper.

The whirring stopped, Joa slammed back down onto the couch, Victor detached the corkscrew from the screw driver.

"We'll keep that there for the time being. Do you feel it inside of you?"

Joa felt the intrusion inside of him, he looked down at maybe half an inch of the 5 inch cork screw stuck out from his navel. A splattering of his blood covered Victors muscular torso. He tasted iron in his mouth.

"you're wasting your time", an exasperated Joa grunted.

Victor grabbed the end of the cork screw, he pushed and pulled at it. Joa groaned in agony.

"This is well lodged in you, the only way to get it out is to reverse it the same way it went in. Will you talk before then?"

Victor punched Joa, just next to his ravaged belly button. Joa screamed as he felt the metal cork screw move inside him. Victor punched again, and again, as Joa began coughing blood.

"I can't. I won't!" Joa yelled between coughs.

"Very well." Victor said, as he attached the cork screw back onto the electric screw driver. He flipped it to reverse, and gently reversed the cork screw out of Joa.

Joa watched as the metal screw spun out of him, covered in his own gore. He moaned in pain.

The two men kept Joa restrained by his arms. He looked down at his ravaged navel, blood now flowed freely from it soaking the couch beneath him.

Victor used his shirt to wipe some of the blood off of Joa's torso and face. Aside from the blood pooling from his navel, and the small red dots on his side from the iron knuckles, Joa's torso remained relatively unscathed.

"Patch up that bellybutton and you could still walk out of her alive Joa. Tell us what you know." Victor said, as he spun a long, curved boning knife before Joa.


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Joa only groaned and shook his head.

Victor placed the boning knife in the center of Joa's abs, where the abdominal muscles split about an inch or so above his belly button.

"If you manage to recover from this, it'll leave a nasty scar", he said as he pierced the knife into Joa. Sharpened to an incredibly fine point, it sank cleanly into Joa. Joa watched wide eyed and felt surprisingly little pain as the slender knife slide into his belly. He felt as the incision cut into his upper gut.

The knife was deep inside of him now, cutting through vital organs. The taste of iron only increased. Joa watched as the boning knife sank to it's hilt inside of his abdomen. The tip must have nearly touched his spine.

"Talk." Victor said, with rage in his eyes.

"No." Joa grunted.

Victor pulled the boning knife from Joa, nearly all the way out, before pushing it back in.

"Ungh!"

Victor pulled it out again, and pushed it in again, effectively gut fucking Joa with the boning knife.

"Ungh!" "Fuck!" "Ugghhh!", Joa moaned with each intrusion. In and out, in and out, the boning knife slid almost rhythmically.

Victor stopped, leaving the knife deep inside Joa. Joa hung his head, watching his belly and the knife rise and fall with each shallow, pained breath.

"You are handsome Joa. A shame to carve you apart this way. I admit, there is a pleasure to it. Such a fine body, toned to the core. A ripped abdomen, penetrated from the middle. Nothing you can do about it. It is sensual."

Joa eyed Victor, watching the man as he massaged his manhood beneath his pants.

"Will you talk, or shall we continue?" Victor asked as he leaned down and grabbed the handle of the boning knife.

Joa spit again, this time blood, squarely in Victors face. Victor violently pulled the boning knife from Joa, slicing downwards as the knife cut through Joa's belly and the curved point slid out from his navel.

Joa groaned, not so much in pain as in resignation, his head falling backwards as his entire body relaxed. Victor wiped away the blood from his face with his forearm, and looked down at the fresh incision from the center of Joa's abdomen to his navel, about 3 inches long and who knows how deep. With every breath, blood seeped from the wound.

"Joa, Joa! What next for you my new friend?" Victor said, as he cleaned the boning knife and put it back in the brief case with the other tools.

Joa remained silent, his eyes closed, his head laid back on the cushions behind him. He felt a trickle of warm blood cascade down his side, he felt as the couch began to feel wet beneath him.

He felt a tickle on the incision in his belly, his eyes cracked open and his head popped up as Victor began to finger his wound.

"Fuck. you.", he wheezed as he felt Victor spread his wound apart.

Victor pushed his pointer and middle finger into the wound, all the way to his knuckles. He toyed with them a bit inside Joa, feeling around. He leaned forward and carressed Joa's face and torso with his free left hand, touching his broad chest, upper abdomen.

Joa watched as Victor's finger sucked out of him. Victor held his pinky with his thumb, and put his pointer, middle, and ring finger together. Joa watched wide eyed.

"Unnghh", he groaned as the three fingers were pushed back inside of him.

Victor felt the warmth inside of Joa, his three fingers moving in and out, he curled them inside Joa and tickled his ravaged guts.

"How much can you take?" Victor said as he continued to finger fuck his gut.

Joa stared into his eyes, trying not to show pain, but wincing and clenching his jaw with each intrusion into his belly. The three fingers slid inside of him, then slowly back out, before gently sliding them back in again, and then out.

Victor stepped back, his fingers dripping in Joa's blood. He admired his work, Joa's muscular body leaned back into the couch, his two henchmen still holding him restrained. The deep incision in the middle of his abdomen bled profusely. Joa looked him dead in the eyes, breathing with an odd confidence for a man who will surely be dead within hours.

Victor unzipped his slacks, pulling down his pants to reveal his hard cock. He stood completely naked before Joa.

Joa, despite his circumstances, could still admire the masculine, muscular body in front of him. He was not sure what to make of the display.

Victor approached Joa, positioning his knees around Joa's legs, thrusting his nude body in front of Joa and resting his hard cock on Joa's chest.

Joa clenched his jaw, his muscles tightening in his torso in anticipation.

Victor slowly slid his dick, wet from precum, down from Joa's sternum, and over his upper abs before sitting his ass on Joa's crotch. The head of his penis rested in the pooling blood around Joa's ravaged navel.

Victor grabbed Joa's shoulders and carefully pulled himself forward. Joa watched, wide eyed, as the head of his penis slid into the incision. Victor pulled himself up, looking down at Joa as the tip of his dick rested just inside the woud. Both men looked down as Victor thrust his hips forward, inserting his man hood fully inside of Joa.

"fucking helll...." Joa moaned in disbelief and pain. Victor thrust out, and then in again.

"Ungh"

Victors hard penis slowly slid out.

"UNGH!" his hips thrust forward again, slamming his entire member into Joa.

He slid out, and "ungh.." slid in again.

Joa watched in a sort of fever haze as Victor continued to fuck his belly, his long cock covered in gore, sliding in and out of his toned abdomen. Joa admired Victors flexing muscles as they began to glimmer in sweat, his hips thrust in and out, his ass massaging Joa's manhood.

Joa noticed he too began to get hard, the pain became dull and the sensation sensual as Victor continued to literally gut fuck him. In, "ungh" and out, "ahh.."

"let him go" Victor demanded of the henchmen between thrusts.

With his free arms, Joa hugged Victor tight, his face smashed into Victors toned upper abdomen, his hands gripping his muscular back. Victor continued to thrust three more times.

His enlarged hard cock slid into Joa, then sucked out "Unnhh" they both moaned.

Thrust in, Joa felt the invading presence deep inside him, pushing his organs and intestines upward, feeling it deep within his sternum and then felt as it slid out, tickling everything on the way. "ughh fuckk...!"

Victor felt the tip of his cock sensitive with excitement, he pushed back in violently one last time, his ass bouncing onto Joa's hard cock. Joa felt as Victors hot seed exploded deep inside him, he felt the warmth and the odd intrusion. He own cock exploded at the same sensation, wetting his pants.

Victor moaned in pleasure, as Joa moaned in pleasure and pain. Victor slowly got to his knees, his long bloody cock slurping out of the incision in Joa. He staggered backwards, and sighed in relief.

"fuck that was good", he said as he casually wiped his dick and pulled his pants back on.

Joa's head fell back as he came to his sense. Gut fucked. He had been gut fucked. And he enjoyed it. He looked down at his ravaged torso, blood splattered his lower belly, the incision in his center widened with each breath and blood pooled out. His pants soiled from the odd ecstasy of the moments. A dull, aching pain filled his belly where he had been poked, knifed, fingered, and then fucked.

Joa looked at Victor as he unsheathed a large katana.

"I see that we are done here, Joa. I hope you can enjoy what time remains" he said as he stabbed the katana straight down through Joa's wounded belly, right through the center of the incision, the blade sliced entirely through him before piercing the couch beneath Joa.

Joa watched as Victor and the two henchmen cleaned their hands, packed their briefcase, and left the room.

The katana wobbled in his ripped abdomen, piercing him to the couch. He felt the blood soaked couch beneath him, watched as the wound in his abdomen bled. He pulled at the blade to no avail, too weak and cutting his hand in the process. His vision slowly faded.]]> https://arenafighter.adult/mybb/showthread.php?tid=5337 Mon, 28 Dec 2020 18:15:50 +0000 cv654]]> https://arenafighter.adult/mybb/showthread.php?tid=5337 The story of Jackson wasn't enough for you, huh?
Well, since your'e here and I'm currently available, why don't I tell you the story of Nickolas. Or, at least the end of him... I think that'll be right down your alley... 
No, no - easy now. We need to get some backstory - I don't go around murdering people just for you to be jerking off to it. 

You see, Nickolas was an entirely different story than Jackson. 
He had a nice job in a big bank in New York. He was only 28, but he had rissen to fame in the financial world in record time. He owned one of them fancy penthouse appartments you alway see in the movies and drove around in a big ass Mercedes...
Well, to be honest - that Mercedes is mine now and the penthouse belongs to my nephew. 
Now, I know what your'e thinking - but I didn't steal anything. This was all a part of my... salary.

Nickolas was a mixed bread, so to speak. Greek mother and American father, slim with not a single ounce of fat on his body. I would believe that you would consider him to be beautiful. Hell, I don't know anything about that, but I do know that when he wanted something, he would get it. 
And by the time I met him, he wanted death. Pure and simple. He wanted an aided suicide, but not with the help of drugs. No, he wanted to write his own destiny - and since he paid me an awfull amount of money as well as a Mercedes and a penthouse, why not let him?

We met up on a sunday night. It was about 10 pm, and he showed up in a pair of black sweatpants and a white shirt. What is it with young people and sweatpants? Nevermind, I see your eyes are getting big now, so let's move on.
I knew about a basement in an abandoned building, so we arranged it to be there. We locked ourselves in and went down.
I asked him "So, how do you wanna do this?"
He unbuttoned his shirt "Come over here, put your arm around my shoulder and stab me in my belly button."
I went over there, put my arm around this kid and slowly started to press my knife in.
"Uarghh" he moaned, as I felt the knife moving in deeper and deeper. I held it in for a moment, as he slowly went to his knees.
"Please, one more time", he said. I retracted the knife slowly, and just as slowly as before, I stabbed him in his outie again.
He moaned even more this time, so I left the knife in his belly button, as he slowly fell on to his back.
His arms were wide spread, and I whispered "What do you want me to do now?"
"Take it out, please take it out", he whispered, so I did. 
I was affraid he'd changed his mind, cause then we would have a real problem, but no. This kid wanted to die.
"Please, stab me again... All over my stomach... I need to feel it"
I took the knife, stabbed him right between his belly button and the waistband of his boxers. He moaned, but there was no screaming. It was more of a sound of life leaving the body.
I stabbed him slowly right above his navel and moved up to the center of his torso. I used a bit more force this time, and as I saw the blood slowly running down his ribs, I also saw grattitude in his eyes. 
"Put it in my nipples", he whispered - and so I did. First the right side and when he stopped moaning, I stabbed him in the left one. 
The blood fled slowly to each side, dripping silently on the concrete floor. 
"Please, kill me... I'm ready to die. Stab me right in the heart", he said with his last strength.
I placed the knife right over his heart, and just as slow as before I let it do it's work...
The last thing I heard was him whispering "I'll die now", before he took his final breath...
I laid my ear to his chest and sure enough - Nickolas was dead. 

Later that night, the building went up in flames, and nobody ever found out who the young victim in the basement was. 
Nickolas? Well, he was reported missing and some years after declared legally dead... And that was when the Mercedes and the appartment came into my possession.  
Don't ask me how, I don't work at a bank...

Well, you look like you could use some alone time by now - please get a room, I like to keep it clean and tidy here... ;-)]]> The story of Jackson wasn't enough for you, huh?
Well, since your'e here and I'm currently available, why don't I tell you the story of Nickolas. Or, at least the end of him... I think that'll be right down your alley... 
No, no - easy now. We need to get some backstory - I don't go around murdering people just for you to be jerking off to it. 

You see, Nickolas was an entirely different story than Jackson. 
He had a nice job in a big bank in New York. He was only 28, but he had rissen to fame in the financial world in record time. He owned one of them fancy penthouse appartments you alway see in the movies and drove around in a big ass Mercedes...
Well, to be honest - that Mercedes is mine now and the penthouse belongs to my nephew. 
Now, I know what your'e thinking - but I didn't steal anything. This was all a part of my... salary.

Nickolas was a mixed bread, so to speak. Greek mother and American father, slim with not a single ounce of fat on his body. I would believe that you would consider him to be beautiful. Hell, I don't know anything about that, but I do know that when he wanted something, he would get it. 
And by the time I met him, he wanted death. Pure and simple. He wanted an aided suicide, but not with the help of drugs. No, he wanted to write his own destiny - and since he paid me an awfull amount of money as well as a Mercedes and a penthouse, why not let him?

We met up on a sunday night. It was about 10 pm, and he showed up in a pair of black sweatpants and a white shirt. What is it with young people and sweatpants? Nevermind, I see your eyes are getting big now, so let's move on.
I knew about a basement in an abandoned building, so we arranged it to be there. We locked ourselves in and went down.
I asked him "So, how do you wanna do this?"
He unbuttoned his shirt "Come over here, put your arm around my shoulder and stab me in my belly button."
I went over there, put my arm around this kid and slowly started to press my knife in.
"Uarghh" he moaned, as I felt the knife moving in deeper and deeper. I held it in for a moment, as he slowly went to his knees.
"Please, one more time", he said. I retracted the knife slowly, and just as slowly as before, I stabbed him in his outie again.
He moaned even more this time, so I left the knife in his belly button, as he slowly fell on to his back.
His arms were wide spread, and I whispered "What do you want me to do now?"
"Take it out, please take it out", he whispered, so I did. 
I was affraid he'd changed his mind, cause then we would have a real problem, but no. This kid wanted to die.
"Please, stab me again... All over my stomach... I need to feel it"
I took the knife, stabbed him right between his belly button and the waistband of his boxers. He moaned, but there was no screaming. It was more of a sound of life leaving the body.
I stabbed him slowly right above his navel and moved up to the center of his torso. I used a bit more force this time, and as I saw the blood slowly running down his ribs, I also saw grattitude in his eyes. 
"Put it in my nipples", he whispered - and so I did. First the right side and when he stopped moaning, I stabbed him in the left one. 
The blood fled slowly to each side, dripping silently on the concrete floor. 
"Please, kill me... I'm ready to die. Stab me right in the heart", he said with his last strength.
I placed the knife right over his heart, and just as slow as before I let it do it's work...
The last thing I heard was him whispering "I'll die now", before he took his final breath...
I laid my ear to his chest and sure enough - Nickolas was dead. 

Later that night, the building went up in flames, and nobody ever found out who the young victim in the basement was. 
Nickolas? Well, he was reported missing and some years after declared legally dead... And that was when the Mercedes and the appartment came into my possession.  
Don't ask me how, I don't work at a bank...

Well, you look like you could use some alone time by now - please get a room, I like to keep it clean and tidy here... ;-)]]> https://arenafighter.adult/mybb/showthread.php?tid=4281 Sat, 11 Apr 2020 21:15:29 +0000 cv654]]> https://arenafighter.adult/mybb/showthread.php?tid=4281 But as he laid here, with his shirt pulled up, you really saw it. He was 23, but his stomach was flat with just a slight marking of what could have become a six-pack, had he gotten a few more years alive. He could have spend them in the gym, but he never got that far. 
His chest was the same - no big muscles, but still you could see that a little bit of work could have made the body of a man. 

Well, nobody really cared about that now, because Jackson didn't breathe anymore. 
I'm proud to call that my handy work. 
There was nothing personal behind it - I had no beef with him, but we all need to make a living, and my craft is all I've got. 

You see, Jackson - pretty as he was - lacked brains. He wasn't very smart, so when he got into some shady business with some shady dudes - and failed to pay because he snorted most of the drugs himself, they called me. Jackson was becomming a liabillity, so he had to go.
Getting him was easy - I followed him for a couple of days and found out where he used to sell.
I posed as a customer, which was not easy as I've never taken any of that shit - but hey, you don't wanna know that, you wanna know how he died, dont you...? Pervert... ;-)

Well, I've nothing better to do, so let me walk you through the death of Jackson.
I lured him into my car - told him I couldn't be seen buying drugs in public. Dumb as he was, he followed me willingly.
We drove to a warehouse I knew - I once loaded there in my former career, but the rescession made my skills behind the wheel and the warehouse redundant. Now it stood empty and I still had a key.

I took him in. He had no idea what was happening, who I was or that he would soon draw his last breath. At some point he turned his back on me - and I made my move. 
I went up behind him and put him in a sleeper hold - he started gasping for air. 
I bend him backwards - his t-shirt went up, revealing his sagging pants, the waistband of his boxers and a small stripe of his stomach.
I pulled his shirt up, so it was just above his navel and then slowly I sunk my blade into his belly button. He started moaning - nothing loud or screamish, but silently and gasping. A small stripe of blood started running down against his CK boxers. 
He got limp and I let him fall to his knees, I took out my knife and while holding him up, I slowly stabbed him in his belly button again. Same silent moaning, he almost sounded as if he was running out of air.
I pulled his shirt further up and slowly retracted my knife, just to ram into the center of his torso. He shook a little and by now he moaned a bit louder, but it all stopped when I pulled the knife back out. 
I let him fall to the ground - he landed on his back with his arms spread to both sides. I pulled his shirt all the way up. No chest hairs, nothing around the nipples, my last stab was slowly but directly into his heart. I heart him moan and the last thing coming from Jackson was a silent breath as his head turned to the left. 
Carefully I put my ear to his bare chest. No heart beat, no breathing sounds - just warm, soft skin against my ear. I kind of fell sorry for the kid, so I gently stroke him down his stomach as if to assure him, that he wasn't alone when he died... Ironic, I know - but who says assasins can't have a conscience.
His skin was soft and warm - a big difference to my own hands, who were rough and worn after 20 years of hard work. 
I left the building, got my money and drove out of town.
New targets waiting, more money to be earned...


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This was my first try at writing a story.
I shall be the first to inform you, that english is not my first language, so any mistakes or wrong grammar is simply due to the fact, that I'm Danish.
I hope you enjoy this little story from my twisted imagination ;-)
Thanks for reading, and have a good one.]]> But as he laid here, with his shirt pulled up, you really saw it. He was 23, but his stomach was flat with just a slight marking of what could have become a six-pack, had he gotten a few more years alive. He could have spend them in the gym, but he never got that far. 
His chest was the same - no big muscles, but still you could see that a little bit of work could have made the body of a man. 

Well, nobody really cared about that now, because Jackson didn't breathe anymore. 
I'm proud to call that my handy work. 
There was nothing personal behind it - I had no beef with him, but we all need to make a living, and my craft is all I've got. 

You see, Jackson - pretty as he was - lacked brains. He wasn't very smart, so when he got into some shady business with some shady dudes - and failed to pay because he snorted most of the drugs himself, they called me. Jackson was becomming a liabillity, so he had to go.
Getting him was easy - I followed him for a couple of days and found out where he used to sell.
I posed as a customer, which was not easy as I've never taken any of that shit - but hey, you don't wanna know that, you wanna know how he died, dont you...? Pervert... ;-)

Well, I've nothing better to do, so let me walk you through the death of Jackson.
I lured him into my car - told him I couldn't be seen buying drugs in public. Dumb as he was, he followed me willingly.
We drove to a warehouse I knew - I once loaded there in my former career, but the rescession made my skills behind the wheel and the warehouse redundant. Now it stood empty and I still had a key.

I took him in. He had no idea what was happening, who I was or that he would soon draw his last breath. At some point he turned his back on me - and I made my move. 
I went up behind him and put him in a sleeper hold - he started gasping for air. 
I bend him backwards - his t-shirt went up, revealing his sagging pants, the waistband of his boxers and a small stripe of his stomach.
I pulled his shirt up, so it was just above his navel and then slowly I sunk my blade into his belly button. He started moaning - nothing loud or screamish, but silently and gasping. A small stripe of blood started running down against his CK boxers. 
He got limp and I let him fall to his knees, I took out my knife and while holding him up, I slowly stabbed him in his belly button again. Same silent moaning, he almost sounded as if he was running out of air.
I pulled his shirt further up and slowly retracted my knife, just to ram into the center of his torso. He shook a little and by now he moaned a bit louder, but it all stopped when I pulled the knife back out. 
I let him fall to the ground - he landed on his back with his arms spread to both sides. I pulled his shirt all the way up. No chest hairs, nothing around the nipples, my last stab was slowly but directly into his heart. I heart him moan and the last thing coming from Jackson was a silent breath as his head turned to the left. 
Carefully I put my ear to his bare chest. No heart beat, no breathing sounds - just warm, soft skin against my ear. I kind of fell sorry for the kid, so I gently stroke him down his stomach as if to assure him, that he wasn't alone when he died... Ironic, I know - but who says assasins can't have a conscience.
His skin was soft and warm - a big difference to my own hands, who were rough and worn after 20 years of hard work. 
I left the building, got my money and drove out of town.
New targets waiting, more money to be earned...


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This was my first try at writing a story.
I shall be the first to inform you, that english is not my first language, so any mistakes or wrong grammar is simply due to the fact, that I'm Danish.
I hope you enjoy this little story from my twisted imagination ;-)
Thanks for reading, and have a good one.]]>