<![CDATA[My Board - Gun Fight Stories]]> https://arenafighter.adult/mybb/ Sat, 25 Apr 2026 03:17:55 +0000 MyBB <![CDATA[The Hanging Tree]]> https://arenafighter.adult/mybb/showthread.php?tid=7649 Fri, 19 Jan 2024 22:31:34 +0000 Viking Mike]]> https://arenafighter.adult/mybb/showthread.php?tid=7649 Brody McCall hoped they'd leave. The men outside were dangerous, and he knew he was in for it. He was hiding in Old Man Cropper's barn, and in his little spot amongst the hay bales, it was hotter than hell. 

"C'mon out, boy!" called Sheriff Tom Masters. "You gots one minute to come out, or we're gonna burn you out! Y'hear me?"

Brody held his Colt revolver in his left hand. But he only had two bullets left, and there were ten armed deputies outside. Rivulets of sweat dripped into his eyes and burned them. By now, thirty seconds we're gone, and he knew the Sheriff wasn't lying about torching the barn. 

"I'm comin' out," he called.  

He stood and walked to the barn's doors. He tossed his gun outside and raised his hands.

"Good boy," Masters said. 

Two of his men, Virgil and Darren, quickly grabbed him and held him tight.

"Deputy Withers! Get the hangin' rope!"

A lanky deputy ran to his horse a few feet away and produced a pre-tied noose.  He handed it to Masters, who walked slowly up to McCall and put it over his head.  The rest of the fifteen foot rope stayed with the deputy.  Masters ripped McCall's shirt open down to his pants.  The young man's slender body glistened with sweat. 

Masters smiled as he ran his hand over the captive's smooth belly.  With his other hand, he produced a long, heavy bladed knife.  McCall didn't even have time to blink before the knife was plunged into his navel all the way to the hilt.

He screamed as his guts felt the cold steel invade their space.  The sadistic lawman twisted the blade several times before ripping it free and jamming it higher into his stomach.  

"Hang this piece of shit!" Masters ordered. 

McCall was dragged to the nearest tree, a tall oak, and Withers launched the rope over the thickest branch he could get the rope over.  

The deputies held McCall until the rope was taught and Withers and another deputy were pulling him up. He choked and coughed as his airway was constricted.

When he was about three feet off the ground, the deputies tied the rope off and he struggled. Masters felt himself get extremely aroused at the sight of his knife in the man's belly. 

"Okay, boys! Shoot him while he's still kickin'!" 

The men drew their revolvers and began firing at the struggling man before them.  Fountains of blood exploded from his bare skin.  When it was over, Brody McCall was hit almost fifty times. His chest, belly and crotch were awash in his blood.  His mouth oozed with blood that ran down his chest. 

Masters knew he would get off later at the visuals now burned into his brain.  The corpse would be left for the birds.]]> Brody McCall hoped they'd leave. The men outside were dangerous, and he knew he was in for it. He was hiding in Old Man Cropper's barn, and in his little spot amongst the hay bales, it was hotter than hell. 

"C'mon out, boy!" called Sheriff Tom Masters. "You gots one minute to come out, or we're gonna burn you out! Y'hear me?"

Brody held his Colt revolver in his left hand. But he only had two bullets left, and there were ten armed deputies outside. Rivulets of sweat dripped into his eyes and burned them. By now, thirty seconds we're gone, and he knew the Sheriff wasn't lying about torching the barn. 

"I'm comin' out," he called.  

He stood and walked to the barn's doors. He tossed his gun outside and raised his hands.

"Good boy," Masters said. 

Two of his men, Virgil and Darren, quickly grabbed him and held him tight.

"Deputy Withers! Get the hangin' rope!"

A lanky deputy ran to his horse a few feet away and produced a pre-tied noose.  He handed it to Masters, who walked slowly up to McCall and put it over his head.  The rest of the fifteen foot rope stayed with the deputy.  Masters ripped McCall's shirt open down to his pants.  The young man's slender body glistened with sweat. 

Masters smiled as he ran his hand over the captive's smooth belly.  With his other hand, he produced a long, heavy bladed knife.  McCall didn't even have time to blink before the knife was plunged into his navel all the way to the hilt.

He screamed as his guts felt the cold steel invade their space.  The sadistic lawman twisted the blade several times before ripping it free and jamming it higher into his stomach.  

"Hang this piece of shit!" Masters ordered. 

McCall was dragged to the nearest tree, a tall oak, and Withers launched the rope over the thickest branch he could get the rope over.  

The deputies held McCall until the rope was taught and Withers and another deputy were pulling him up. He choked and coughed as his airway was constricted.

When he was about three feet off the ground, the deputies tied the rope off and he struggled. Masters felt himself get extremely aroused at the sight of his knife in the man's belly. 

"Okay, boys! Shoot him while he's still kickin'!" 

The men drew their revolvers and began firing at the struggling man before them.  Fountains of blood exploded from his bare skin.  When it was over, Brody McCall was hit almost fifty times. His chest, belly and crotch were awash in his blood.  His mouth oozed with blood that ran down his chest. 

Masters knew he would get off later at the visuals now burned into his brain.  The corpse would be left for the birds.]]> <![CDATA[the line up]]> https://arenafighter.adult/mybb/showthread.php?tid=7519 Mon, 09 Oct 2023 21:37:32 +0000 TheSilverGhost]]> https://arenafighter.adult/mybb/showthread.php?tid=7519


In what order do these four take a bullet?]]>


In what order do these four take a bullet?]]> <![CDATA[the contest]]> https://arenafighter.adult/mybb/showthread.php?tid=7434 Fri, 21 Jul 2023 13:46:59 +0000 TheSilverGhost]]> https://arenafighter.adult/mybb/showthread.php?tid=7434 Before dawn the next morning we were all taken to seperate rooms where we would chose our weapons.  The men were given nothing but white shorts to wear and the women were given white bikinis.  I thought at the time that would make us easier targets, but then I guess that was the point.  At dawn we were all sent through tunnels to come out at thirty different points on the island.  I came out near a lagoon that was fed by a waterfall off a thirty foot cliff above.  The lagoon was surrounded by vegetation and made good cover.  I waited for a few minutes before I noticed a man at the top of the cliff walking toward the stream that created the waterfall.  He was a big guy carrying a spear and shield.  I pulled out an arrow and aimed where his beer belly hung over his shorts.  The arrow made a dull thud as it went up into his guts.  He howled in pain and bent over.  He fell out of sight, but in a few seconds he fell over the waterfall and floated belly up in the lagoon.  I could tell by the angle of his head that the fall had broken his neck.  I heard the clanging of metal together nearby so I put another arrow on my bow and went to investigate.  I was surprised to find Jerry fighting in a clearing with another man.  Both held swords and appeared to be evenly matched in skill.  Jerry was a tall skinny guy, but deceptively strong from his years of swimming competively, but the man he was fighting was a good two inches taller and muscles bulged around his body.  I drew my arrow back to shoot, but couldn't get a clear shot.  I could tell that Jerry was getting tired and his reactions were slowing down.  Jerry tried to parry a thrust, but the big man turned his sword and slashed across Jerry's belly.  Jerry screamed in pain as he dropped his sword and clamped his hands on his belly, trying to hold in his guts.  Jerry fell to his knees with a groan.  The big man spun his sword and drove the point into Jerry's chest.  He laughed as Jerry's hands fell limp and his guts spilled out of his belly.  I let the arrow fly and his laugh stopped in a gurgle as my arrowhead went through his heart.  I went back to the lagoon where I was surprised to find the the first man I had killed was no longer there.  I hid out in the bushes there for the next two days without seeing anyone.  I survived on water and the fish that I could shoot out of the lagoon.  It was early this morning when everything went wrong.  I was almost to the lagoon when I heard a thump on a tree just in front of me.  I saw an arrow stuck in the tree and immediately loaded an arrow into my bow.  I looked at the arrow and tried to guess where it had come from.  In a tree near the lagoon crouched on a large branch was my friend Jason.  He was struggling to get an arrow out of his quiver.  I pulled my arrow back and took careful aim.  I'm not a very good shot, but even I couldn't miss that half dollar sized belly button.  I let the arrow fly and saw the surprised look on Jason's face when it hit with a dull thump.
"Awh Pete!  That's not fair." grunted Jason as he looked down at the arrow in his gut.
Jason fell forward and turned so that he landed on his back.  He struggled up to his feet with both hands wrapped around the shaft.  I drew another arrow and let it fly.  Jason got that dumbfounded look on his face again, then fell back stiffly with an arrow in his heart.  I felt in my quiver and noticed I only had four arrows left.  I went over to Jason to retrieve the two in him.  Just before I reached Jason's body an arrow hit near my foot.  I jumped back and dove into the underbrush.  I put an arrow on the string as I looked around for the person shooting.  An arrow hit with a thump just over my head and ran deeper into the undergrowth.
That's how I got here.  I don't know if I managed to elude the archer that was shooting at me, or if they're still out there.  I saw something move in the bushes and I pulled my arrow back.  The bush moved again and I shot.  I heard someone gag and a man holding a sword and shield flopped to the ground with my arrow in his throat.  I walked over to retrieve the arrow and another arrow hit a tree beside me, just barely missing my face.  I turned and ran behind a tree.  I looked all around me, but couldn't see who had been doing the shooting.  I reached back for another arrow and heard a solid thump.  This time it wasn't the sound of an arrow hitting a tree, but hitting something softer, then I felt the fire in my belly and looked down.  I dropped my bow and instinctively reached for the arrow that was stuck about an inch above my navel.  There was another thump and I leaned back against the tree as I felt fire spread out from my belly button.  I heard the bushes rustling and looked to see Crystal walk up to me.  She held a bow with an arrow ready to shoot.
"We may not go together, but I can make sure you get in the gut, cousin dear." said Crystal.
Crystal pulled the arrow back and this time aimed at my chest.
"Don't!  Please don't kill me." I pleaded.
"Oh I killed you with first shot.  You just haven't given up yet." said Crystal with a smile.
She let the shaft go and I heard the solid thud as it hit my chest and it felt like a volcano erupting.  I could taste blood in my mouth and felt it run out of the corner of my mouth as I slid down the tree trunk.  Crystal bent over me, grabbed the arrow in the middle of my belly and gave it a hard twist.  Red hot pain shot through my whole body as I tried to catch my breathe and scream.  She pulled out another arrow and aimed it down at me.  I was struggling to keep my eyes open and hoped that she wouldn't shoot.  She did and I couldn't help but scream as the arrow hit at the top of my shorts.  Another explosion of pain washed over me, then nothing.  I guess I'll never know who won the contest.]]> Before dawn the next morning we were all taken to seperate rooms where we would chose our weapons.  The men were given nothing but white shorts to wear and the women were given white bikinis.  I thought at the time that would make us easier targets, but then I guess that was the point.  At dawn we were all sent through tunnels to come out at thirty different points on the island.  I came out near a lagoon that was fed by a waterfall off a thirty foot cliff above.  The lagoon was surrounded by vegetation and made good cover.  I waited for a few minutes before I noticed a man at the top of the cliff walking toward the stream that created the waterfall.  He was a big guy carrying a spear and shield.  I pulled out an arrow and aimed where his beer belly hung over his shorts.  The arrow made a dull thud as it went up into his guts.  He howled in pain and bent over.  He fell out of sight, but in a few seconds he fell over the waterfall and floated belly up in the lagoon.  I could tell by the angle of his head that the fall had broken his neck.  I heard the clanging of metal together nearby so I put another arrow on my bow and went to investigate.  I was surprised to find Jerry fighting in a clearing with another man.  Both held swords and appeared to be evenly matched in skill.  Jerry was a tall skinny guy, but deceptively strong from his years of swimming competively, but the man he was fighting was a good two inches taller and muscles bulged around his body.  I drew my arrow back to shoot, but couldn't get a clear shot.  I could tell that Jerry was getting tired and his reactions were slowing down.  Jerry tried to parry a thrust, but the big man turned his sword and slashed across Jerry's belly.  Jerry screamed in pain as he dropped his sword and clamped his hands on his belly, trying to hold in his guts.  Jerry fell to his knees with a groan.  The big man spun his sword and drove the point into Jerry's chest.  He laughed as Jerry's hands fell limp and his guts spilled out of his belly.  I let the arrow fly and his laugh stopped in a gurgle as my arrowhead went through his heart.  I went back to the lagoon where I was surprised to find the the first man I had killed was no longer there.  I hid out in the bushes there for the next two days without seeing anyone.  I survived on water and the fish that I could shoot out of the lagoon.  It was early this morning when everything went wrong.  I was almost to the lagoon when I heard a thump on a tree just in front of me.  I saw an arrow stuck in the tree and immediately loaded an arrow into my bow.  I looked at the arrow and tried to guess where it had come from.  In a tree near the lagoon crouched on a large branch was my friend Jason.  He was struggling to get an arrow out of his quiver.  I pulled my arrow back and took careful aim.  I'm not a very good shot, but even I couldn't miss that half dollar sized belly button.  I let the arrow fly and saw the surprised look on Jason's face when it hit with a dull thump.
"Awh Pete!  That's not fair." grunted Jason as he looked down at the arrow in his gut.
Jason fell forward and turned so that he landed on his back.  He struggled up to his feet with both hands wrapped around the shaft.  I drew another arrow and let it fly.  Jason got that dumbfounded look on his face again, then fell back stiffly with an arrow in his heart.  I felt in my quiver and noticed I only had four arrows left.  I went over to Jason to retrieve the two in him.  Just before I reached Jason's body an arrow hit near my foot.  I jumped back and dove into the underbrush.  I put an arrow on the string as I looked around for the person shooting.  An arrow hit with a thump just over my head and ran deeper into the undergrowth.
That's how I got here.  I don't know if I managed to elude the archer that was shooting at me, or if they're still out there.  I saw something move in the bushes and I pulled my arrow back.  The bush moved again and I shot.  I heard someone gag and a man holding a sword and shield flopped to the ground with my arrow in his throat.  I walked over to retrieve the arrow and another arrow hit a tree beside me, just barely missing my face.  I turned and ran behind a tree.  I looked all around me, but couldn't see who had been doing the shooting.  I reached back for another arrow and heard a solid thump.  This time it wasn't the sound of an arrow hitting a tree, but hitting something softer, then I felt the fire in my belly and looked down.  I dropped my bow and instinctively reached for the arrow that was stuck about an inch above my navel.  There was another thump and I leaned back against the tree as I felt fire spread out from my belly button.  I heard the bushes rustling and looked to see Crystal walk up to me.  She held a bow with an arrow ready to shoot.
"We may not go together, but I can make sure you get in the gut, cousin dear." said Crystal.
Crystal pulled the arrow back and this time aimed at my chest.
"Don't!  Please don't kill me." I pleaded.
"Oh I killed you with first shot.  You just haven't given up yet." said Crystal with a smile.
She let the shaft go and I heard the solid thud as it hit my chest and it felt like a volcano erupting.  I could taste blood in my mouth and felt it run out of the corner of my mouth as I slid down the tree trunk.  Crystal bent over me, grabbed the arrow in the middle of my belly and gave it a hard twist.  Red hot pain shot through my whole body as I tried to catch my breathe and scream.  She pulled out another arrow and aimed it down at me.  I was struggling to keep my eyes open and hoped that she wouldn't shoot.  She did and I couldn't help but scream as the arrow hit at the top of my shorts.  Another explosion of pain washed over me, then nothing.  I guess I'll never know who won the contest.]]> <![CDATA[The fence]]> https://arenafighter.adult/mybb/showthread.php?tid=7236 Sat, 11 Mar 2023 04:04:38 +0000 TheSilverGhost]]> https://arenafighter.adult/mybb/showthread.php?tid=7236 "Now we told you once that we didn't want any sodbusters on our range." said one of the men as he dismounted.
Both of the new comers wore gray uniforms of the now defunct Confederate Army.
"We went off to war to defend your land, then come back and find you sodbusters taking it over." said the second man.
Peter stood to his full height facing the two men. He looked nervously at the first man as he pulled the rifle out of his saddle boot. The second man drew his pistol and pointed it at Peter's head.
"Let me blow his stinking brains all over the plain." said the second man with a wild tone in his voice.
The first man pulled a bayonet off his belt and attached it to the end of his rifle.
"No, Jeb, that's too easy. Do you remember what we used to do to those blue bellies when we caught them?" said the first man.
Jeb looked down over Peter and noticed the only movement was his belly pumping in and out as he tried to hide his gasps of fear.
"I do Bill, we turned those blue bellies red." said Jeb.
Bill jerked forward before Peter could move.
"Oooohhhh!" screamed Peter as the bayonet sank into his belly just above his navel.
"Make him squeal, Bob." said Jeb.
Peter let out a shriek of pain as Bob turned the rifle, twisting the steel blade in Peter's guts. Jeb pulled their ropes off the saddle horns and looped one on Peter's right wrist and the other on Peter's left wrist. Bob used the bayonet to pull Peter between two of the fence posts he had already put in. Jeb tied the other ends of the ropes off to the fence posts and stepped back. Bob pulled the bayonet out, and shook a loop of gut off of it.
"I don't know which I hate more, blue bellies or sodbusters." said Bob.
"His belly looks pretty red now." said Jeb pointing at the blood pouring out of the wound in Peter's belly.
"I don't think he's suffering enough though." said Bob.
Jeb drew his pistol and fired off two quick shots.
"Aaahh-aahh!" screamed Peter as he slumped down against the ropes that held his wrists.
He looked down and shook his head when he saw two fresh bullet holes in his thighs.
"That's still not enough." said Bob as he drew his pistol and fired.
Peter swung back on the ropes, but looked like nothing had happened to him.
"Good shot, Bob." said Jeb as blood began to pour out of Peter's belly button.
"Just kill me and get it over with." groaned Peter.
"I would love to just leave you swinging there to die and let the wolves pick out your guts while you're still alive, but someone might come along and you would tell who shot you." said Bob.
"On the count of three." said Jeb as he put his pistol back in its holster.
Bob put his pistol up and held his hand ready.
Peter gulped and stiffened as he heard them counting. When they reached three, both drew their guns and fired.
"Uuhllhh!" Peter grunted as he felt the bullets clank together inside his heart.
Blood bubbled over his lower lip as his head sagged down.
"Well I'll be, That sodbuster is one tough little critter." said Jeb as he pointed down at Peter's belly.
Peter's bloody belly still jerked in and out as he desperately clung to life. Bob walked up and slid the bayonet in at the top of Peter's jeans. Peter grimaced in pain and he tried to move away. Bob pulled the bayonet out and Peter let out a sigh as his belly stopped moving. Bob and Jeb got back on their horses and left Peter swinging in the wind.]]> "Now we told you once that we didn't want any sodbusters on our range." said one of the men as he dismounted.
Both of the new comers wore gray uniforms of the now defunct Confederate Army.
"We went off to war to defend your land, then come back and find you sodbusters taking it over." said the second man.
Peter stood to his full height facing the two men. He looked nervously at the first man as he pulled the rifle out of his saddle boot. The second man drew his pistol and pointed it at Peter's head.
"Let me blow his stinking brains all over the plain." said the second man with a wild tone in his voice.
The first man pulled a bayonet off his belt and attached it to the end of his rifle.
"No, Jeb, that's too easy. Do you remember what we used to do to those blue bellies when we caught them?" said the first man.
Jeb looked down over Peter and noticed the only movement was his belly pumping in and out as he tried to hide his gasps of fear.
"I do Bill, we turned those blue bellies red." said Jeb.
Bill jerked forward before Peter could move.
"Oooohhhh!" screamed Peter as the bayonet sank into his belly just above his navel.
"Make him squeal, Bob." said Jeb.
Peter let out a shriek of pain as Bob turned the rifle, twisting the steel blade in Peter's guts. Jeb pulled their ropes off the saddle horns and looped one on Peter's right wrist and the other on Peter's left wrist. Bob used the bayonet to pull Peter between two of the fence posts he had already put in. Jeb tied the other ends of the ropes off to the fence posts and stepped back. Bob pulled the bayonet out, and shook a loop of gut off of it.
"I don't know which I hate more, blue bellies or sodbusters." said Bob.
"His belly looks pretty red now." said Jeb pointing at the blood pouring out of the wound in Peter's belly.
"I don't think he's suffering enough though." said Bob.
Jeb drew his pistol and fired off two quick shots.
"Aaahh-aahh!" screamed Peter as he slumped down against the ropes that held his wrists.
He looked down and shook his head when he saw two fresh bullet holes in his thighs.
"That's still not enough." said Bob as he drew his pistol and fired.
Peter swung back on the ropes, but looked like nothing had happened to him.
"Good shot, Bob." said Jeb as blood began to pour out of Peter's belly button.
"Just kill me and get it over with." groaned Peter.
"I would love to just leave you swinging there to die and let the wolves pick out your guts while you're still alive, but someone might come along and you would tell who shot you." said Bob.
"On the count of three." said Jeb as he put his pistol back in its holster.
Bob put his pistol up and held his hand ready.
Peter gulped and stiffened as he heard them counting. When they reached three, both drew their guns and fired.
"Uuhllhh!" Peter grunted as he felt the bullets clank together inside his heart.
Blood bubbled over his lower lip as his head sagged down.
"Well I'll be, That sodbuster is one tough little critter." said Jeb as he pointed down at Peter's belly.
Peter's bloody belly still jerked in and out as he desperately clung to life. Bob walked up and slid the bayonet in at the top of Peter's jeans. Peter grimaced in pain and he tried to move away. Bob pulled the bayonet out and Peter let out a sigh as his belly stopped moving. Bob and Jeb got back on their horses and left Peter swinging in the wind.]]> <![CDATA[Farmyard scrap]]> https://arenafighter.adult/mybb/showthread.php?tid=6454 Sun, 23 Jan 2022 08:37:13 +0000 Beret Boy]]> https://arenafighter.adult/mybb/showthread.php?tid=6454 There was no finesse to this encounter. It was your basic animal scrap. Six of them against four of us. Despite the fact we were two men down, we had the advantage, positioned as were were amongst some wrecked farm buildings. They had only the undergrowth and the odd tree stump behind which to lie or crouch. 
 
A few of our younger opponents seemed reluctant to come out of cover, and when they did their faces betrayed that feeling we’d all had the first time: a thrilling mix of arousal melded with anxiety about just how much pain that first fast-flying pellet might inflict when it hit skin.
 
Then there were others for whom this unique kind of cock-fight was a practised art. One of the older ones, proudly sporting the midnight blue beret of his cadet unit, crouched on one knee in the open, brazenly exposing himself to our fire as he carefully squeezed off round after round. He wore a sepulchral smile, already in a state of near ecstasy.
 
Every few minutes there would be a sudden slackening of fire, inevitably followed by a succession of groans as victor and vanquished alike relieved himself from the pent-up tension that a duel between two testosterone-pumped adolescents inevitably created. 
 
About thirty metres away one of the younger kids was taking cover in the undergrowth, popping up occasionally to get a shot off at me. He seemed annoyingly professional, perhaps tutored by an older brother more experienced in our secret little game. He wore a khaki beret bearing the insignia of his cadet unit, which he had blackened over a candle flame to dull the shine. He had smothered his face and hands with camouflage cream and broken up the lines of his rifle with twigs and leaves. He also took care to change his position between each shot, something few beginners did, to their cost.
 
He seemed to be growing in confidence with each shot. My cock began to tumesce. ‘Fucking prick-tease,’ I thought, my admiration for his skill melding with selfish appreciation for the extended prequel he was affording me before my explosive climax. 
 
After a few minutes of this I became painfully aware that I wouldn’t be able to restrain myself any longer. Pre-cum was already soaking into the crotch of my combat trousers. He must have been in the same predicament himself, maybe more so given his inevitable lack of experience at eking out pre-climactic pleasure. So I made sure that the next time the cocky little bastard exposed himself, I was ready for him. 
 
A minute or so later his blackened face once again appeared, and along with it his spring-powered air rifle, which looked oversized in his hands. I briefly toyed with the thought of a headshot, but I aimed at his right shoulder instead: we all knew that if any of us lost an eye it would spell an end to our game for good.
 
My finger took up the slack. Then, holding my breath to keep my aim true, I squeezed the trigger until I heard the pop and felt the slightest of recoils. Barely a quarter of a second later I heard the ‘thwack’ of the pellet hitting the fabric of my target’s combat jacket. 
 
There was a slight yelp of pain, followed almost instantly by a prolonged groan of sheer ecstasy. For an instant he looked directly at me. I could see from his expression of unbridled joy that this was his first time. I grinned back, grateful for the sport he had given me.
 
And what sport it was! I was paralysed by an explosive wave of pleasure the like of which I’d never felt before. I rolled over onto my side and with my right hand clumsily pulled my engorged cock out of my combats, prolonging the joy with rhythmic strokes until my balls were empty. A I looked down to see a puddle of hot cum already dissolving into the mud of the farmyard. Then I scanned the treeline for my next dueling partner.]]> There was no finesse to this encounter. It was your basic animal scrap. Six of them against four of us. Despite the fact we were two men down, we had the advantage, positioned as were were amongst some wrecked farm buildings. They had only the undergrowth and the odd tree stump behind which to lie or crouch. 
 
A few of our younger opponents seemed reluctant to come out of cover, and when they did their faces betrayed that feeling we’d all had the first time: a thrilling mix of arousal melded with anxiety about just how much pain that first fast-flying pellet might inflict when it hit skin.
 
Then there were others for whom this unique kind of cock-fight was a practised art. One of the older ones, proudly sporting the midnight blue beret of his cadet unit, crouched on one knee in the open, brazenly exposing himself to our fire as he carefully squeezed off round after round. He wore a sepulchral smile, already in a state of near ecstasy.
 
Every few minutes there would be a sudden slackening of fire, inevitably followed by a succession of groans as victor and vanquished alike relieved himself from the pent-up tension that a duel between two testosterone-pumped adolescents inevitably created. 
 
About thirty metres away one of the younger kids was taking cover in the undergrowth, popping up occasionally to get a shot off at me. He seemed annoyingly professional, perhaps tutored by an older brother more experienced in our secret little game. He wore a khaki beret bearing the insignia of his cadet unit, which he had blackened over a candle flame to dull the shine. He had smothered his face and hands with camouflage cream and broken up the lines of his rifle with twigs and leaves. He also took care to change his position between each shot, something few beginners did, to their cost.
 
He seemed to be growing in confidence with each shot. My cock began to tumesce. ‘Fucking prick-tease,’ I thought, my admiration for his skill melding with selfish appreciation for the extended prequel he was affording me before my explosive climax. 
 
After a few minutes of this I became painfully aware that I wouldn’t be able to restrain myself any longer. Pre-cum was already soaking into the crotch of my combat trousers. He must have been in the same predicament himself, maybe more so given his inevitable lack of experience at eking out pre-climactic pleasure. So I made sure that the next time the cocky little bastard exposed himself, I was ready for him. 
 
A minute or so later his blackened face once again appeared, and along with it his spring-powered air rifle, which looked oversized in his hands. I briefly toyed with the thought of a headshot, but I aimed at his right shoulder instead: we all knew that if any of us lost an eye it would spell an end to our game for good.
 
My finger took up the slack. Then, holding my breath to keep my aim true, I squeezed the trigger until I heard the pop and felt the slightest of recoils. Barely a quarter of a second later I heard the ‘thwack’ of the pellet hitting the fabric of my target’s combat jacket. 
 
There was a slight yelp of pain, followed almost instantly by a prolonged groan of sheer ecstasy. For an instant he looked directly at me. I could see from his expression of unbridled joy that this was his first time. I grinned back, grateful for the sport he had given me.
 
And what sport it was! I was paralysed by an explosive wave of pleasure the like of which I’d never felt before. I rolled over onto my side and with my right hand clumsily pulled my engorged cock out of my combats, prolonging the joy with rhythmic strokes until my balls were empty. A I looked down to see a puddle of hot cum already dissolving into the mud of the farmyard. Then I scanned the treeline for my next dueling partner.]]> <![CDATA[An Old American West Story]]> https://arenafighter.adult/mybb/showthread.php?tid=5716 Thu, 17 Jun 2021 11:22:53 +0000 jim825]]> https://arenafighter.adult/mybb/showthread.php?tid=5716

It was unusual for it to rain in Arizona in the summer at least this heavily. But as so often happens rain accompanied a funeral.
 
Jeb Adams was a founder of the territory and most of the surrounding county residents turned out to pay their last respects to him. Standing solemnly as the preacher read from the Bible were Jeb’s two sons; 16-year-old Buck and 20-year-old Wayne. They now had the control over the vast ranch that Jeb had built from the ground up.
 
The rain didn’t last long though but it did make the dirt easier to shovel and the two Adam’s boys remained and watched as their father’s coffin was covered by the red earth. They accepted well wishes from all present. Jeb was a wealthy man but had given back to the community a great deal and he was going to be missed by many.
 
But even as this era closed the towns’ people looked to the two Adam’s boys with hope that they would carry on where their father had left off.
 
When the grim task of filling the grave was complete all that remained in the graveyard were Wayne and Buck. They looked at the inscription of the tombstone:
 
Jeb Adams
Beloved Husband and Father
A Friend to Arizona
1829 – 1880
 
Wayne placed an arm around the smaller body of his little brother and hugged him. It was going to be difficult to go on but they had loyal ranch hands and money in the bank. They would make it.
 
But gaining as much power and wealth as Jed Adams had did not come without making a few enemies along the way.
 
One of those was a neighboring rancher named August McCree. He had coveted the Adams land for years and his own wealth equaled his rival’s. Even with his health failing Jeb had refused to sell out. Now August was laid up stricken by a stroke. He was paralyzed one his left side but still commanded orders from his bed.
 
This day he had sent his two sons Kevin and Toby to see if the Adams brothers were interested in selling out now that they were on their own.
 
Buck and Wayne turned to go back to their buckboard when they saw the other two youths standing before them. The rivalry of the fathers had spilled down to the sons and the two sets of brothers despised one another.
 
“You got some nerve showing up here today of all days McCree!” Wayne said to Kevin who was the same age as himself.
 
Buck locked eyes with Toby who was 18, two years older than he was but the two had had numerous run ins with each other.
 
“Just paying our respects is all Adams. Now don’t go gettin all bent out of shape on me.” Said Kevin with more than a little but of sarcasm.
 
“What is it you want Kevin?” Wayne asked curtly.
 
“We’re here to give you an offer from our Pa. You know he wants your land and he’s willin to make you an offer fer it. It’s a fair one.”
 
“More en fair iffen you ask me.” Said Toby snidely
 
“Not interested!” said Wayne leading Buck away
 
“One hundred and seventy five thousand dollars Adams, cash money! That interest ya?” Said Kevin stopping the Adams boys in their tracks.
 
Kevin smiled as Wayne turned. Kevin knew the offer was too good to pass up. But Kevin’s jaw dropped when Wayne simply said, “Go to hell!”
 
He and Buck climbed into the buckboard and as they drove off Kevin called out, “You’re gonna regret this Adams. You’re gonna regret this a powerful lot!”
 
As the buckboard faded off in the distance Kevin turned to Toby and said, “Guess we go to plan B.”
 
The sadistic Toby smiled evilly and drew his Colt revolver and spun the chamber checking its readiness already knowing full well it was already fully loaded and re-holstered it.
 
“Ready when you are big brother.” He said
 
Kevin clapped Toby on the back and said, “Tomorrow morning when Wayne goes to his meeting at his lawyers office and the rest of the ranch is off with the herd Buck will be home alone. We’ll just pay him a little visit after which Wayne may just change his mind about sellin.”
 
Toby looked puzzled and said, “How do you know all that?”
 
Kevin said, “It’s amazing the amount of information a hundred dollars buys.”
 
At that the two young men laughed and headed back for their horses to get ready for the following morning.


 THE NEXT DAY AT THE ADAMS RANCH

“Alright Buck I’ll be back a bit after noon. Chase has some papers he wants me to sign so that can’t take too long.” Wayne said mounting his stallion.
 
“I don’t see why I can’t go along and do some brandin with the rest of the fellas Wayne.” Buck said a little peeved.
 
“Cause I want you here when I get back. We have some important things to talk over. Now just hang around the house here and don’t go nowhere till I get back.”
 
Buck waved his brother good-bye. The sun was already hot and Buck stripped his shirt off revealing his thin body with small patch of hair between his nipples and a thick, bushy trail spilling out from under his navel. Buck was one sexy sixteen year old. He headed back inside the impressive looking ranch house. While he did that the recently hired blacksmith in the barn exited out the rear and tipped his hat and wiped his face then continued walking off.
 
“That’s the signal!” Kevin said excitedly as he and Toby waited for the traitor to the Adams let them know the coast was clear.
 
Toby was practically salivating, “This is gonna be sweet. You don’t know how long I’ve thought about this. Buck Adams! Shit! I do hate that little cuss!”
 
“Easy little brother. Just cause he’s alone don’t mean he ain’t dangerous. That house is loaded with guns so don’t go getting reckless on me.”
 
Toby nodded he understood and they snuck toward the rear of the house each with their revolvers drawn.
 
Buck was sprawled out shirtless in the front room trying to get himself interested in an action tale and gently tugging on his happy trail when the McCree boys entered in the kitchen. They would have easily snuck up on him had Toby not knocked a frying pan off the stove making a very loud noise.
 
He had no time to apologize and Kevin gave him a quick glare. Buck sat up and instinctively reached for the Colt on the table beside him knowing that there should be nobody but him in the house.
 
“Who’s there?” He demanded trying hard not to sound scared
 
A stairway led down to the front room and a walkway encircled the upper floor where the sleeping quarters were and Buck crept up to it so he could over look whoever came into the front room and hopefully surprise them.
 
Kevin entered the front room and Buck knew immediately who it was and shouted, “What are you doing in our house McCree?”
 
Kevin wheeled about and looked up and immediately fired his revolver. The slug hit a support post, which Buck ducked behind.
 
But Buck returned fire and Kevin felt the bullet whiz past his head as he dove headlong to get behind the fireplace that jutted out from the wall.
 
Toby had not entered the scene yet. Buck was fixated on the older McCree.
 
“Is this how you plan to do it McCree? Typical of you and your kin.” Buck shouted
 
“We gave your brother a chance. We’ll see how he feels about carrying on all by himself.” Kevin yelled as he finished he poked his head out and fired up at the balcony again. This time the bullet zipped past Buck and hit the doorway behind him.
 
Buck returned fire with the bullet striking the fireplace right beside Kevin’s head causing stone bits to hit him in the face. That was too close for his comfort and he wondered where Toby was.
 
Kevin looked over and saw his black haired brother had crept into the front room from the far side entrance and was poised to get a shot at the teen on the balcony but Kevin could tell he didn’t have a clear shot. He would have to get it for him.
 
Kevin kept Buck’s attention on himself and said, “OK Adams. Iffen you want you can make this hard or you can make it easy.”
 
“Like my brother told you McCree; ‘go to hell’! Buck shouted
 
Kevin took a deep breath and leapt from his hiding place and did a barrel roll to get behind the sofa.
 
Buck stepped out to get a shot at his target.
 
At the same time Kevin yelled, “NOW TOBY!”
 
Toby stepped out from the doorway and Buck turned and saw him. Both were fully exposed to the other but Buck had been caught unawares and Toby’s shot was accurate as his bullet hit Buck a few inches below his navel neatly parting the teen’s hairy trail and tore through the kid’s bowels.
 
Buck clasped a hand to his shot gut and staggered backwards falling through a door into his father’s old bedroom.
 
Kevin had missed the action and Toby gleefully said, “I got him! I got him Kevin! I got him right in the belly!”
 
“Good shootin!” Kevin said
 
Slowly the two brothers began climbing the stairs.
 
Buck still held his Colt with its three bullets in his right hand but pressed his left palm hard against his stomach wound. He felt the hot chunk of lead like a searing ingot deep inside his guts. His blood was spreading hot and slippery over his bare skin and he fell to the floor crawling toward the open window.
 
At the top of the stairs the McCree boys saw proof that Toby’s aim was true when they saw blood spattered all around leading into a room.
 
Cautiously they followed the trail and saw even more pooled blood on the floor but no sign of its owner.
 
“You sure as hell did get him Toby. No doubt about that.” Kevin said
 
“I got him right in the belly Kevin! It was sweet! But where the fuck is the little whelp?”
 
It was then Kevin saw the open window and pointed, “He got out but he ain’t getting far.”
 
Toby rushed toward the open window before Kevin grabbed him and pulled him back.
 
“Ya darn fool! Don’t you know no better than to go sticking your head out when you don’t know what’s out there. The little varmit ain’t dead and could be lying and waitin for you to do just that so in he can blow it right off.”
 
With his back pressed against the wall just outside the window Buck stood hoping for exactly what Kevin warned. But Toby was spared by the quick thinking of his older brother.
 
Suspecting just what Buck had done Kevin motioned for Toby to be silent and they hurriedly left the upstairs and headed outside.
 
Still on the roof outside the window Buck stood. His left hand still pressed deeply into the gunshot wound on his lower belly. His blood now soaked his trousers and he felt himself growing lightheaded and nauseous. But the intrepid son of Jeb Adams fought off the effects of the bullet sunk in his guts still hoping for his enemies to show their heads.
 
 The roof sloped downward as it covered the first floor kitchen and Buck had to concentrate on maintaining his footing as well as the location of the McCree boys. But when they failed to appear Buck knew his plan was a failure and now found himself totally exposed on the roof.
 
Just as he was going to slip back inside Toby and Kevin stepped around the side of the house. Their guns were drawn and Toby acted like the happiest of kids on Christmas morning when he saw his quarry right where Kevin thought he might be.
 
BANG! BANG! BANG!
 
Toby’s shots peppered the wall beside Buck who was caught off guard. He only had two shots left and had to make at least one count to allow himself to get back inside.
 
With his guts afire he raised his arm to shoot back but found his arm trembling and his shot went askew. Kevin and Toby opened up with guns blazing and a hail of lead streaked toward the teenaged cowboy.
 
More bullets blasted the wood to his sides but several more bullets found their mark and punched through Buck’s lean belly to join their counterpart deep inside the boy’s abdomen.
 
His stomach on either side of his navel was hit and another slug ripped into his lower gut puncturing his bladder going straight through his thick bush of pubes.
 
Buck dropped his Colt and it clattered down the slanted roof to the dusty ground. He clasped both hands to his belly now with four chunks of lead in it. He tossed his head backward with teeth clenched and fell.
 
Buck’s body rolled down the roof much like his revolver did till he reached the edge and with a dull flopping noise his gut shot body flopped over the edge to land on his back at the McCree boys’ feet.
 
His bare skinned torso was smeared with his blood and his stomach with four bullets in it heaved in and out as Buck gasped for air. He was so thin that when his stomach deflated it made a deep chasm in his midsection that seemed to be a pooling point for his blood.
 
“WOOOO HOOO!” Exclaimed Toby as he slapped his Stetson against his thigh making some dust fly.
 
“Did you get a load of that Kevin? Huh? Did ya? Brother we filled his belly full-a-lead!” Toby was more than pleased with their work and bent down and poked the muzzle of his Colt into Buck’s shot stomach counting the wounds.
 
“One, two, three, four; four times we got him Kevin! Four times!”
 
He squatted down next to Buck then looked at the gasping boy whose slender stomach still pitched in and out with deep undulations, “How’s it feel Bucky Boy? How’s it feel to have a belly full of lead?”
 
Buck knew he was dying but reacted defiantly and spat into Toby’s face. The saliva now tinted red from internal hemorrhaging dribbled down Toby’s cheek and the nasty 18 year old stood up and put a boot into Buck’s side breaking a rib. The pain was nothing compared to what Buck was already feeling.
 
Toby drew his Colt and Kevin eased it back into his holster and squatted down next to Buck.
 
“It didn’t have to be this way Buck. I can’t say I’m happy about all this. You and Wayne could have been wealthy men. Me and Toby here could have had the biggest ranch in the territory. We all could have come out on top.”
 
Buck panted as he listened to Kevin make his pitch while dealing with the agony of four bullets in his belly.
 
“You ain’t a gonna get away with this McCree. You may have kilt me but Wayne’ll hunt you down and shoot you like a damn coyote.” Buck panted out defiantly.
 
Kevin lowered his head and nodded in agreement and said, “I agree with you half way. Not that part about your big brother shooting us down but I do agree I kilt ya.”
 
As soon as he finished speaking he placed the barrel of his Colt right into Buck’s tender belly button and said, “Good-bye Buck.”
 
BANG! BANG!
 
The smoke wafted upwards as Kevin’s two shots tore right through Buck’s navel obliterating it and destroying the internal organs below it.
 
Buck screamed and arched his body upward and clawed madly at the two new wounds in his stomach then collapsed limply back to the dusty ground.
 
“Ya done got me good that time McCree.” Buck panted out as he lay near death, “Course you…..you sure had to get close enough not to miss.”
 
Kevin raised his gun to shoot Buck again for the insult but found it unnecessary as Buck went limp and closed his eyes with his head lolling off to the side.
 
“Come on Toby. Lets head into town for a drink.” Said Kevin standing up having finished their murderous chore.


 Toby kicked a wad of dirt into Buck’s face following his brother to their horses. But as they left they didn’t notice that Buck had resumed breathing. It was shallow and labored but the tough young cowboy still clung to life.
 
An hour or so later when the older Adams son returned his headed to the barn but caught sight of something horrible. He saw his little brother Buck sitting with his back propped up against the kitchen door.
 
Despite his horrific wounds the skinny little cowboy pulled himself that far before tiring out.
 
As Wayne rushed to his side he saw the blood and the bullet holes in Buck’s stomach and was filled with dread.
 
Buck seemed happy to see him and even managed a slight grin then it faded as he apologized.
 
“I’m sorry Wayne I’m powerful sorry. I got me a belly full a lead.”
 
Wayne did his best to sooth his dying, nearly hysterical brother and finally got out of him who had shot him though in the back of his mind he already knew.
 
“The McCree boys done it. Kevin and Toby.” Buck panted out “Oh dammit Wayne I hate to leave ya.”
 
“What are you talking about?” Wayne said as he tried in vane to stop the bleeding by pressing cloths of his own torn up shirt into all of Buck’s weeping belly wounds, “You ain’t a going nowhere ya little runt. So just get that through your head. Besides who would I have to be pestering me all the time? Hell Buck, I’d be lost without you. Don’t you know that?”
 
Buck didn’t answer and Wayne stopped his frantic bandaging and looked up and saw Buck’s chin resting on his young, lightly hairy chest. His breathing had stopped and this time permanently.
 
The loss of his father just two days ago had racked the tough Wayne but now he had to cope with his brother’s murder. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he hugged Buck’s body into his own. Deep within a searing rage built and already Wayne was making plans for getting even with the murderous McCree boys.
 
BACK AT THE TOWN SALOON
 
Kevin and Toby McCree were celebrating though they dared not tell why. Toby had already had seven shots of liquor and was feeling loose and free. He even contemplated on approaching the handsome young cowboy in the corner and seeing if the young man would be interested in some “manly release” but he never got the chance too.
 
A barmaid screamed as she saw the figure of Wayne Adams holding the bloody body of his brother in his arms.
 
Diego was Wayne’s long time lover and practically feinted when he saw Buck’s dead body. The two had become close and indeed were as close as natural siblings.
 
Kevin and Toby saw the horrible site too but didn’t seem as bewildered as the rest of the patrons.
 
“What happened Adams? Have bit of an accident?” Kevin asked which made Toby practically fall over with laughter.
 
“Wayne laid the corpse on a table and stood erect with his bare muscular torso glistening with sweat.
 
“I know you killed my brother Kevin. You and that little cuss Toby.” Wayne snarled.
 
Kevin turned and said, “And ahhhhh…just how do you know it were us that done in the little whelp?”
 
“He told me so before he died” Was Wayne’s calm reply.
 
Toby was still laughing his drunk ass off over Kevin’s opening comment and said with a slur, “He couldn’t have told ya you darn fool cause he was dead when we left him!”
 
A hush fell over the bar and Kevin cursed himself for allowing Toby to drink. Whiskey and lack of brains was a dangerous combination and now he had a real problem.
 
“I’m calling you out Kevin. I’m calling you out for being a murdering, yellow bellied, sheep fucker! I’ll be outside waiting for ya.”
 
Wayne turned and let the swinging doors go behind him.
 
Diego stood up from Buck’s body and followed after his secret lover placing a hand on his shoulder.
 
“Wayne don’t do it. Let the law handle it. Hell we all heard that dumb ass Toby confess in there.”
 
Wayne knew Diego meant well but was not about to be put off now not even by his best friend and lover.
 
“I can’t Diego. I got to do this.” Wayne gripped Diego’s hand and held it to his heart. “If something happens. Always know I love you.”
 
Just then Kevin emerged from the saloon. His shirt was unbuttoned to his waistline and he adjusted his holster saying, “OK What’s say we break up the queer shit and get on with this. Say your prayers Wayne cause you’re about to join that sack of shit brother of yours.”
 
Toby laughed again from the wood plank sidewalk as he watched the two 20 year olds face off.
 
The sun was still high and hot in the clear sky and the two bodies of the young men shown with sweat. Wayne was shirtless with strips of his shirt still stuffed into Buck’s wounds. His beautiful abs seemed to glisten with sweat and sunlight and tiny beads of sweat clung to the thick patch of hair under his belly button.
 
Kevin looked equally as impressive as his lean yet muscular torso covered with thick dark hair seemed to shimmer too.
 
All the bystanders held their breath.
 
Kevin made a move first to his gun.
 
Wayne’s response was blazing fast and his shot was fired before Kevin cleared leather.
 
BANG!
 
“Unnnhhhh!” went Kevin as the bullet hit him dead center of his muscle hardened abs a few inches above his navel.
 
Kevin cupped his hand to the spot then pulled it away staring at his new orifice as it squirted blood. Yet Kevin went once again to draw his gun.
 
BANG!
 
A second bullet ripped into Kevin. This one hit him squarely in his hairy right pectoral just below his nipple.
 
“Ah Shit!” he said through clenched teeth that were slowly turning from white to red as blood coursed into his mouth.
 
Yet Kevin still went for his Colt and Wayne answered a third time as he sent his third bullet right into Kevin’s sternum.
 
Kevin swayed for a moment then fell straight forward like a tree that had been chopped down. Dust rose when his body hit the street and it was over.
 
At least Wayne thought it was but he was wrong.


 “BASTARD!” screamed Toby. The drunken teenager drew his revolver to back shoot Wayne but never got too.
 
Across the street Diego had drawn on him and saved his love by firing three slugs into Toby’s lean, moderately hairy, exposed stomach.
 
One shot hit Toby just above the navel and one to the right of it while a third went into his upper abs blowing a hole in the lining of his stomach organ.
 
Toby screamed a high pitched wail and clawed at his wounded belly. The copious amounts of whiskey he had drunk were gushing from his stomach almost as quickly as his blood.
 
“OH god! God help me. I’ve been gut shot!” Toby screamed but nobody seemed to care.
 
Toby had forgot all about his dead brother and focused on his own impending death as he staggered through the streets screaming, crying and begging for help. Yet none came his way.
 
They all watched as the boy nobody had ever really liked got his just desserts. Toby stumbled over to Wayne and clutched Wayne’s biceps.
 
“Please Wayne. Please help me. I didn’t mean nothing by it. I swear it was all Kevin. I never hurt Buck.”
 
Wayne shucked Toby’s grip off him and watched as Toby fell to his knees sobbing and hugging his stomach.
 
“Oh shit it hurts. It hurts to get shot in the belly! Please somebody..help me..”
 
Diego took Wayne’s arm and said, “Come on Wayne. Its over lets get Buck go home.”
 
Wayne turned away with Diego as Toby’s cries still echoed in the background.
 
Toby had asked Buck what it felt like to get a belly full of lead. Well he got his answer as he lived the next 11 hours in pure agony till he finally died in the back room of the town doctor’s office.
 
Wayne and Diego buried Buck next to his father and mother.
 
A few weeks later August McCree died and it was Wayne Adams that ended up taking over that ranch instead.
 
He and Diego lived together and were comfortable in their life even if it was frowned upon by some. But with a draw as fast as both of them had it was not surprising nobody ever said a word about the two gay cowboys.]]>

It was unusual for it to rain in Arizona in the summer at least this heavily. But as so often happens rain accompanied a funeral.
 
Jeb Adams was a founder of the territory and most of the surrounding county residents turned out to pay their last respects to him. Standing solemnly as the preacher read from the Bible were Jeb’s two sons; 16-year-old Buck and 20-year-old Wayne. They now had the control over the vast ranch that Jeb had built from the ground up.
 
The rain didn’t last long though but it did make the dirt easier to shovel and the two Adam’s boys remained and watched as their father’s coffin was covered by the red earth. They accepted well wishes from all present. Jeb was a wealthy man but had given back to the community a great deal and he was going to be missed by many.
 
But even as this era closed the towns’ people looked to the two Adam’s boys with hope that they would carry on where their father had left off.
 
When the grim task of filling the grave was complete all that remained in the graveyard were Wayne and Buck. They looked at the inscription of the tombstone:
 
Jeb Adams
Beloved Husband and Father
A Friend to Arizona
1829 – 1880
 
Wayne placed an arm around the smaller body of his little brother and hugged him. It was going to be difficult to go on but they had loyal ranch hands and money in the bank. They would make it.
 
But gaining as much power and wealth as Jed Adams had did not come without making a few enemies along the way.
 
One of those was a neighboring rancher named August McCree. He had coveted the Adams land for years and his own wealth equaled his rival’s. Even with his health failing Jeb had refused to sell out. Now August was laid up stricken by a stroke. He was paralyzed one his left side but still commanded orders from his bed.
 
This day he had sent his two sons Kevin and Toby to see if the Adams brothers were interested in selling out now that they were on their own.
 
Buck and Wayne turned to go back to their buckboard when they saw the other two youths standing before them. The rivalry of the fathers had spilled down to the sons and the two sets of brothers despised one another.
 
“You got some nerve showing up here today of all days McCree!” Wayne said to Kevin who was the same age as himself.
 
Buck locked eyes with Toby who was 18, two years older than he was but the two had had numerous run ins with each other.
 
“Just paying our respects is all Adams. Now don’t go gettin all bent out of shape on me.” Said Kevin with more than a little but of sarcasm.
 
“What is it you want Kevin?” Wayne asked curtly.
 
“We’re here to give you an offer from our Pa. You know he wants your land and he’s willin to make you an offer fer it. It’s a fair one.”
 
“More en fair iffen you ask me.” Said Toby snidely
 
“Not interested!” said Wayne leading Buck away
 
“One hundred and seventy five thousand dollars Adams, cash money! That interest ya?” Said Kevin stopping the Adams boys in their tracks.
 
Kevin smiled as Wayne turned. Kevin knew the offer was too good to pass up. But Kevin’s jaw dropped when Wayne simply said, “Go to hell!”
 
He and Buck climbed into the buckboard and as they drove off Kevin called out, “You’re gonna regret this Adams. You’re gonna regret this a powerful lot!”
 
As the buckboard faded off in the distance Kevin turned to Toby and said, “Guess we go to plan B.”
 
The sadistic Toby smiled evilly and drew his Colt revolver and spun the chamber checking its readiness already knowing full well it was already fully loaded and re-holstered it.
 
“Ready when you are big brother.” He said
 
Kevin clapped Toby on the back and said, “Tomorrow morning when Wayne goes to his meeting at his lawyers office and the rest of the ranch is off with the herd Buck will be home alone. We’ll just pay him a little visit after which Wayne may just change his mind about sellin.”
 
Toby looked puzzled and said, “How do you know all that?”
 
Kevin said, “It’s amazing the amount of information a hundred dollars buys.”
 
At that the two young men laughed and headed back for their horses to get ready for the following morning.


 THE NEXT DAY AT THE ADAMS RANCH

“Alright Buck I’ll be back a bit after noon. Chase has some papers he wants me to sign so that can’t take too long.” Wayne said mounting his stallion.
 
“I don’t see why I can’t go along and do some brandin with the rest of the fellas Wayne.” Buck said a little peeved.
 
“Cause I want you here when I get back. We have some important things to talk over. Now just hang around the house here and don’t go nowhere till I get back.”
 
Buck waved his brother good-bye. The sun was already hot and Buck stripped his shirt off revealing his thin body with small patch of hair between his nipples and a thick, bushy trail spilling out from under his navel. Buck was one sexy sixteen year old. He headed back inside the impressive looking ranch house. While he did that the recently hired blacksmith in the barn exited out the rear and tipped his hat and wiped his face then continued walking off.
 
“That’s the signal!” Kevin said excitedly as he and Toby waited for the traitor to the Adams let them know the coast was clear.
 
Toby was practically salivating, “This is gonna be sweet. You don’t know how long I’ve thought about this. Buck Adams! Shit! I do hate that little cuss!”
 
“Easy little brother. Just cause he’s alone don’t mean he ain’t dangerous. That house is loaded with guns so don’t go getting reckless on me.”
 
Toby nodded he understood and they snuck toward the rear of the house each with their revolvers drawn.
 
Buck was sprawled out shirtless in the front room trying to get himself interested in an action tale and gently tugging on his happy trail when the McCree boys entered in the kitchen. They would have easily snuck up on him had Toby not knocked a frying pan off the stove making a very loud noise.
 
He had no time to apologize and Kevin gave him a quick glare. Buck sat up and instinctively reached for the Colt on the table beside him knowing that there should be nobody but him in the house.
 
“Who’s there?” He demanded trying hard not to sound scared
 
A stairway led down to the front room and a walkway encircled the upper floor where the sleeping quarters were and Buck crept up to it so he could over look whoever came into the front room and hopefully surprise them.
 
Kevin entered the front room and Buck knew immediately who it was and shouted, “What are you doing in our house McCree?”
 
Kevin wheeled about and looked up and immediately fired his revolver. The slug hit a support post, which Buck ducked behind.
 
But Buck returned fire and Kevin felt the bullet whiz past his head as he dove headlong to get behind the fireplace that jutted out from the wall.
 
Toby had not entered the scene yet. Buck was fixated on the older McCree.
 
“Is this how you plan to do it McCree? Typical of you and your kin.” Buck shouted
 
“We gave your brother a chance. We’ll see how he feels about carrying on all by himself.” Kevin yelled as he finished he poked his head out and fired up at the balcony again. This time the bullet zipped past Buck and hit the doorway behind him.
 
Buck returned fire with the bullet striking the fireplace right beside Kevin’s head causing stone bits to hit him in the face. That was too close for his comfort and he wondered where Toby was.
 
Kevin looked over and saw his black haired brother had crept into the front room from the far side entrance and was poised to get a shot at the teen on the balcony but Kevin could tell he didn’t have a clear shot. He would have to get it for him.
 
Kevin kept Buck’s attention on himself and said, “OK Adams. Iffen you want you can make this hard or you can make it easy.”
 
“Like my brother told you McCree; ‘go to hell’! Buck shouted
 
Kevin took a deep breath and leapt from his hiding place and did a barrel roll to get behind the sofa.
 
Buck stepped out to get a shot at his target.
 
At the same time Kevin yelled, “NOW TOBY!”
 
Toby stepped out from the doorway and Buck turned and saw him. Both were fully exposed to the other but Buck had been caught unawares and Toby’s shot was accurate as his bullet hit Buck a few inches below his navel neatly parting the teen’s hairy trail and tore through the kid’s bowels.
 
Buck clasped a hand to his shot gut and staggered backwards falling through a door into his father’s old bedroom.
 
Kevin had missed the action and Toby gleefully said, “I got him! I got him Kevin! I got him right in the belly!”
 
“Good shootin!” Kevin said
 
Slowly the two brothers began climbing the stairs.
 
Buck still held his Colt with its three bullets in his right hand but pressed his left palm hard against his stomach wound. He felt the hot chunk of lead like a searing ingot deep inside his guts. His blood was spreading hot and slippery over his bare skin and he fell to the floor crawling toward the open window.
 
At the top of the stairs the McCree boys saw proof that Toby’s aim was true when they saw blood spattered all around leading into a room.
 
Cautiously they followed the trail and saw even more pooled blood on the floor but no sign of its owner.
 
“You sure as hell did get him Toby. No doubt about that.” Kevin said
 
“I got him right in the belly Kevin! It was sweet! But where the fuck is the little whelp?”
 
It was then Kevin saw the open window and pointed, “He got out but he ain’t getting far.”
 
Toby rushed toward the open window before Kevin grabbed him and pulled him back.
 
“Ya darn fool! Don’t you know no better than to go sticking your head out when you don’t know what’s out there. The little varmit ain’t dead and could be lying and waitin for you to do just that so in he can blow it right off.”
 
With his back pressed against the wall just outside the window Buck stood hoping for exactly what Kevin warned. But Toby was spared by the quick thinking of his older brother.
 
Suspecting just what Buck had done Kevin motioned for Toby to be silent and they hurriedly left the upstairs and headed outside.
 
Still on the roof outside the window Buck stood. His left hand still pressed deeply into the gunshot wound on his lower belly. His blood now soaked his trousers and he felt himself growing lightheaded and nauseous. But the intrepid son of Jeb Adams fought off the effects of the bullet sunk in his guts still hoping for his enemies to show their heads.
 
 The roof sloped downward as it covered the first floor kitchen and Buck had to concentrate on maintaining his footing as well as the location of the McCree boys. But when they failed to appear Buck knew his plan was a failure and now found himself totally exposed on the roof.
 
Just as he was going to slip back inside Toby and Kevin stepped around the side of the house. Their guns were drawn and Toby acted like the happiest of kids on Christmas morning when he saw his quarry right where Kevin thought he might be.
 
BANG! BANG! BANG!
 
Toby’s shots peppered the wall beside Buck who was caught off guard. He only had two shots left and had to make at least one count to allow himself to get back inside.
 
With his guts afire he raised his arm to shoot back but found his arm trembling and his shot went askew. Kevin and Toby opened up with guns blazing and a hail of lead streaked toward the teenaged cowboy.
 
More bullets blasted the wood to his sides but several more bullets found their mark and punched through Buck’s lean belly to join their counterpart deep inside the boy’s abdomen.
 
His stomach on either side of his navel was hit and another slug ripped into his lower gut puncturing his bladder going straight through his thick bush of pubes.
 
Buck dropped his Colt and it clattered down the slanted roof to the dusty ground. He clasped both hands to his belly now with four chunks of lead in it. He tossed his head backward with teeth clenched and fell.
 
Buck’s body rolled down the roof much like his revolver did till he reached the edge and with a dull flopping noise his gut shot body flopped over the edge to land on his back at the McCree boys’ feet.
 
His bare skinned torso was smeared with his blood and his stomach with four bullets in it heaved in and out as Buck gasped for air. He was so thin that when his stomach deflated it made a deep chasm in his midsection that seemed to be a pooling point for his blood.
 
“WOOOO HOOO!” Exclaimed Toby as he slapped his Stetson against his thigh making some dust fly.
 
“Did you get a load of that Kevin? Huh? Did ya? Brother we filled his belly full-a-lead!” Toby was more than pleased with their work and bent down and poked the muzzle of his Colt into Buck’s shot stomach counting the wounds.
 
“One, two, three, four; four times we got him Kevin! Four times!”
 
He squatted down next to Buck then looked at the gasping boy whose slender stomach still pitched in and out with deep undulations, “How’s it feel Bucky Boy? How’s it feel to have a belly full of lead?”
 
Buck knew he was dying but reacted defiantly and spat into Toby’s face. The saliva now tinted red from internal hemorrhaging dribbled down Toby’s cheek and the nasty 18 year old stood up and put a boot into Buck’s side breaking a rib. The pain was nothing compared to what Buck was already feeling.
 
Toby drew his Colt and Kevin eased it back into his holster and squatted down next to Buck.
 
“It didn’t have to be this way Buck. I can’t say I’m happy about all this. You and Wayne could have been wealthy men. Me and Toby here could have had the biggest ranch in the territory. We all could have come out on top.”
 
Buck panted as he listened to Kevin make his pitch while dealing with the agony of four bullets in his belly.
 
“You ain’t a gonna get away with this McCree. You may have kilt me but Wayne’ll hunt you down and shoot you like a damn coyote.” Buck panted out defiantly.
 
Kevin lowered his head and nodded in agreement and said, “I agree with you half way. Not that part about your big brother shooting us down but I do agree I kilt ya.”
 
As soon as he finished speaking he placed the barrel of his Colt right into Buck’s tender belly button and said, “Good-bye Buck.”
 
BANG! BANG!
 
The smoke wafted upwards as Kevin’s two shots tore right through Buck’s navel obliterating it and destroying the internal organs below it.
 
Buck screamed and arched his body upward and clawed madly at the two new wounds in his stomach then collapsed limply back to the dusty ground.
 
“Ya done got me good that time McCree.” Buck panted out as he lay near death, “Course you…..you sure had to get close enough not to miss.”
 
Kevin raised his gun to shoot Buck again for the insult but found it unnecessary as Buck went limp and closed his eyes with his head lolling off to the side.
 
“Come on Toby. Lets head into town for a drink.” Said Kevin standing up having finished their murderous chore.


 Toby kicked a wad of dirt into Buck’s face following his brother to their horses. But as they left they didn’t notice that Buck had resumed breathing. It was shallow and labored but the tough young cowboy still clung to life.
 
An hour or so later when the older Adams son returned his headed to the barn but caught sight of something horrible. He saw his little brother Buck sitting with his back propped up against the kitchen door.
 
Despite his horrific wounds the skinny little cowboy pulled himself that far before tiring out.
 
As Wayne rushed to his side he saw the blood and the bullet holes in Buck’s stomach and was filled with dread.
 
Buck seemed happy to see him and even managed a slight grin then it faded as he apologized.
 
“I’m sorry Wayne I’m powerful sorry. I got me a belly full a lead.”
 
Wayne did his best to sooth his dying, nearly hysterical brother and finally got out of him who had shot him though in the back of his mind he already knew.
 
“The McCree boys done it. Kevin and Toby.” Buck panted out “Oh dammit Wayne I hate to leave ya.”
 
“What are you talking about?” Wayne said as he tried in vane to stop the bleeding by pressing cloths of his own torn up shirt into all of Buck’s weeping belly wounds, “You ain’t a going nowhere ya little runt. So just get that through your head. Besides who would I have to be pestering me all the time? Hell Buck, I’d be lost without you. Don’t you know that?”
 
Buck didn’t answer and Wayne stopped his frantic bandaging and looked up and saw Buck’s chin resting on his young, lightly hairy chest. His breathing had stopped and this time permanently.
 
The loss of his father just two days ago had racked the tough Wayne but now he had to cope with his brother’s murder. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he hugged Buck’s body into his own. Deep within a searing rage built and already Wayne was making plans for getting even with the murderous McCree boys.
 
BACK AT THE TOWN SALOON
 
Kevin and Toby McCree were celebrating though they dared not tell why. Toby had already had seven shots of liquor and was feeling loose and free. He even contemplated on approaching the handsome young cowboy in the corner and seeing if the young man would be interested in some “manly release” but he never got the chance too.
 
A barmaid screamed as she saw the figure of Wayne Adams holding the bloody body of his brother in his arms.
 
Diego was Wayne’s long time lover and practically feinted when he saw Buck’s dead body. The two had become close and indeed were as close as natural siblings.
 
Kevin and Toby saw the horrible site too but didn’t seem as bewildered as the rest of the patrons.
 
“What happened Adams? Have bit of an accident?” Kevin asked which made Toby practically fall over with laughter.
 
“Wayne laid the corpse on a table and stood erect with his bare muscular torso glistening with sweat.
 
“I know you killed my brother Kevin. You and that little cuss Toby.” Wayne snarled.
 
Kevin turned and said, “And ahhhhh…just how do you know it were us that done in the little whelp?”
 
“He told me so before he died” Was Wayne’s calm reply.
 
Toby was still laughing his drunk ass off over Kevin’s opening comment and said with a slur, “He couldn’t have told ya you darn fool cause he was dead when we left him!”
 
A hush fell over the bar and Kevin cursed himself for allowing Toby to drink. Whiskey and lack of brains was a dangerous combination and now he had a real problem.
 
“I’m calling you out Kevin. I’m calling you out for being a murdering, yellow bellied, sheep fucker! I’ll be outside waiting for ya.”
 
Wayne turned and let the swinging doors go behind him.
 
Diego stood up from Buck’s body and followed after his secret lover placing a hand on his shoulder.
 
“Wayne don’t do it. Let the law handle it. Hell we all heard that dumb ass Toby confess in there.”
 
Wayne knew Diego meant well but was not about to be put off now not even by his best friend and lover.
 
“I can’t Diego. I got to do this.” Wayne gripped Diego’s hand and held it to his heart. “If something happens. Always know I love you.”
 
Just then Kevin emerged from the saloon. His shirt was unbuttoned to his waistline and he adjusted his holster saying, “OK What’s say we break up the queer shit and get on with this. Say your prayers Wayne cause you’re about to join that sack of shit brother of yours.”
 
Toby laughed again from the wood plank sidewalk as he watched the two 20 year olds face off.
 
The sun was still high and hot in the clear sky and the two bodies of the young men shown with sweat. Wayne was shirtless with strips of his shirt still stuffed into Buck’s wounds. His beautiful abs seemed to glisten with sweat and sunlight and tiny beads of sweat clung to the thick patch of hair under his belly button.
 
Kevin looked equally as impressive as his lean yet muscular torso covered with thick dark hair seemed to shimmer too.
 
All the bystanders held their breath.
 
Kevin made a move first to his gun.
 
Wayne’s response was blazing fast and his shot was fired before Kevin cleared leather.
 
BANG!
 
“Unnnhhhh!” went Kevin as the bullet hit him dead center of his muscle hardened abs a few inches above his navel.
 
Kevin cupped his hand to the spot then pulled it away staring at his new orifice as it squirted blood. Yet Kevin went once again to draw his gun.
 
BANG!
 
A second bullet ripped into Kevin. This one hit him squarely in his hairy right pectoral just below his nipple.
 
“Ah Shit!” he said through clenched teeth that were slowly turning from white to red as blood coursed into his mouth.
 
Yet Kevin still went for his Colt and Wayne answered a third time as he sent his third bullet right into Kevin’s sternum.
 
Kevin swayed for a moment then fell straight forward like a tree that had been chopped down. Dust rose when his body hit the street and it was over.
 
At least Wayne thought it was but he was wrong.


 “BASTARD!” screamed Toby. The drunken teenager drew his revolver to back shoot Wayne but never got too.
 
Across the street Diego had drawn on him and saved his love by firing three slugs into Toby’s lean, moderately hairy, exposed stomach.
 
One shot hit Toby just above the navel and one to the right of it while a third went into his upper abs blowing a hole in the lining of his stomach organ.
 
Toby screamed a high pitched wail and clawed at his wounded belly. The copious amounts of whiskey he had drunk were gushing from his stomach almost as quickly as his blood.
 
“OH god! God help me. I’ve been gut shot!” Toby screamed but nobody seemed to care.
 
Toby had forgot all about his dead brother and focused on his own impending death as he staggered through the streets screaming, crying and begging for help. Yet none came his way.
 
They all watched as the boy nobody had ever really liked got his just desserts. Toby stumbled over to Wayne and clutched Wayne’s biceps.
 
“Please Wayne. Please help me. I didn’t mean nothing by it. I swear it was all Kevin. I never hurt Buck.”
 
Wayne shucked Toby’s grip off him and watched as Toby fell to his knees sobbing and hugging his stomach.
 
“Oh shit it hurts. It hurts to get shot in the belly! Please somebody..help me..”
 
Diego took Wayne’s arm and said, “Come on Wayne. Its over lets get Buck go home.”
 
Wayne turned away with Diego as Toby’s cries still echoed in the background.
 
Toby had asked Buck what it felt like to get a belly full of lead. Well he got his answer as he lived the next 11 hours in pure agony till he finally died in the back room of the town doctor’s office.
 
Wayne and Diego buried Buck next to his father and mother.
 
A few weeks later August McCree died and it was Wayne Adams that ended up taking over that ranch instead.
 
He and Diego lived together and were comfortable in their life even if it was frowned upon by some. But with a draw as fast as both of them had it was not surprising nobody ever said a word about the two gay cowboys.]]> <![CDATA[Another belly button bayonet exercise]]> https://arenafighter.adult/mybb/showthread.php?tid=5538 Sun, 14 Mar 2021 10:07:56 +0000 bare chested warrior]]> https://arenafighter.adult/mybb/showthread.php?tid=5538 Before the lockdown the military authorities negotiated modest help from sponsors. A veterans group from the marines donated discontinued rifle butts. They secure the bayonet for vigorous thrusting. The bayonets are 2021 regulation issue for Infantry.
Another belly button bayonetting exercise
Pte Carter had a bulge problem during bayonet lessons. He was the classic GI brainwashed by the military—young, spunky, ready to fight the enemy at a moment’s notice. The reader would identify with him because of his lust for belly buttons. Before he enlisted he hung around sports dressing rooms checking out belly buttons. He considered himself a connoisseur—fancy word for a GI. The military training had been disappointing so far. There were few opportunities to see live belly buttons. However, other soldiers shared his secret passion except that they wanted to skewer enemy belly buttons.
Lt Bremmer, an MP, supervised the occasional bayonet lesson. He was very sharp in identifying soldiers with bulges behind their camouflage trousers. He took advantage of the moment, ordered the trainees to open up the trouser flies and show their cocks. Every soldier laughed.
“Sir. Show us your cock.”
Lt Bremmer obliged. He was confident the trainees would be impressed.
“Hands up. Who would like to fight with exposed cocks and balls?”
Most put their hands up.
“Sir. Why can’t we fight bare chested? Then we could see belly buttons.”
“Aha. Once you see an enemy belly button the next step is to thrust the bayonet into it. The authorities are considering an exercise where participants will bayonet belly buttons. The details are yet to be worked out. I gather a veterans group donated discontinued rifle butts. These were once used to club the enemy. Everybody has forgotten that soldiers liked to bayonet the enemy’s belly button followed by clubbing his head with the rifle butt. Pte Carter. What are your thoughts?”
“Sir. Register my interest.”
“Hear that? Open up the bottom of your shirts. Show us your belly button. Position your bayonet on the next soldier’s belly button. Imagine thrusting through. Come on. Register your interest.”
A brave soldier pulled up the officer’s shirt, positioned his bayonet on the officer’s belly button.
“Nice chest. Best belly button.”
Months pass. The Operations Commander includes a belly button bayonetting exercise as part of the weekend celebrations. The trench location for previous exercises was expanded. The trenches were locked in a circle such that the opposing forces confronted one another with no escape. The fighting was somewhat old- fashioned— man to man bayonetting each other’s belly button followed by ball crushing and clubbing.
The planners took awhile to assemble two opposing teams from the scattered registration interests. The veterans group nominated two officers and six Ptes currently serving on Pirate Island. The planning team was happy to go along with these nominations. Representatives from veterans groups were occasionally invited as spectators and/or participants but the virus lockdown isolated Pirate Island from the rest of the world.
The two officers reported to the planning team well in advance. Each team consisted of twenty participants. Numbers may vary on the day in question. The two officers hated each other’s guts but were professional enough to plan a belly button bayonet exercise. This was for the benefit of the soldiers with the passion for skewing belly buttons. They emphasised the use of rifle butts to club soldiers to death after they had been bayonetted. One thrust through the belly button was insufficient to terminate the target. The site had no lighting so the exercise must take place in daytime. Early afternoon was fine. The two officers expected the participants to be bare chested and wear regulation camouflage trousers. No. Orders from above stated boots, optional socks, otherwise naked. Coloured caps identify separate teams. There is always a friendly fire issue when participants lose their caps. Tough luck! Weapons are restricted to bayonets inserted in rifle butts. No extra knives. Bayonets are capable of cutting off cocks and balls if necessary. Any reserve participants? Good question.
Who would report back to the Operations Commander? MPs would provide security during the exercise. Lt Bremmer would supervise and report. There was unlikely to be interference from outsiders; sometimes soldiers panic and freeze during exercises; the officers are fighting beside them to motivate them. The MPs would be happy to hang any shirkers on the gibbets conveniently located beside the killing zone. As a goodwill gesture the MPs wear black armbands, boots, optional socks and flaunt their impressive cocks and balls. Nevertheless all soldiers onsite are targets in a bayonetting frenzy.
Lt Bremmer recognised some of the team members from bayonet training. He was pleased that they had taken bayonetting to heart. Cutting into belly buttons was a rare treat. It will be easier to target the belly buttons given that all participants are otherwise naked. He himself was a cutting cocks and balls man. The lineup of forty cocks and balls aroused him no end. The participants approved.
The MPs had the reservists tasked to support them; however, Lt Bremmer had the authority to send them into the fight if necessary. They were needed to hand out the rifle butts and bayonets. The guidelines for winning or losing were fluid. The two officers leading the teams had different ideas. The toughest one considered winning to be complete termination of the opposing side. The second officer preferred the bayonetting of the opposing officer to be the key to military success. The participants had other ideas including bayonetting him.
The two teams assembled a distance away from each other. Twenty one rifle butts and bayonets. Twenty one coloured caps—camouflage green. Pity about the size. The officers use the same weapon. Wait one. The bayonets are brand new. The blades look to be extra sharp. The rifle butts are very heavy and heaven knows how old. The soldiers who used them would have been in prime physical fit condition and motivated for the killing.
The other team wears coloured caps—blood red. Both teams form up in two lines, standing at ease legs apart with the weapons in their right hands. The second officer takes this moment to examine their cocks and balls.
“Soldiers. Be warned the enemy target can still bayonet you even though your bayonet is thrust through his belly button. Crushing his balls, I emphasise, crushing his balls very hard is a wise move before you club him with the rifle butt. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir!”
“Thank the Operations Commander for permitting us to fight naked. It’s the ultimate macho to fight with erect cocks and swinging balls. We will shortly move to the killing zone. a series of interlocking trenches waist high. Have no qualms about two against one, three against one, five against two. Pin the targets against the trench walls and bayonet their belly buttons. The enemy is wearing camouflage green caps.”
Lt Bremmer will blow a whistle to start the fight but, first, the camouflage green team wearers, need to occupy the trenches. The blood red team is required to infiltrate, step down into the trenches. The military world has forgotten about trench warfare and, indeed, man to man bayonetting. The veterans who donated the rifle butts may have experienced the lost skill of bayonetting the enemy.
The reservists returned to the MPs’ base. An MP asked them what they felt like. They both said they hoped they would bayonet a belly button. A good start. Lt Bremmer had ensured there were extra weapons if required.
The camouflage green team now occupied the trenches. Lt Bremmer blew the whistle. The blood red team advanced, looked into the trenches and saw the bayonets aimed in their direction. The exercise required them to go down into the trenches, face the enemy. The start was two blood red versus one camouflage green. The ensuing combat was not predictable. The camouflage green team member bayonetted the first blood red team member right into his belly button. Before the bayonet could be with drawn the second blood red team member grasped his balls. Bingo. Crush. Screams. The bayonet cuts into the erect cock at the top shaft. Cock killed. The bayonet now thrusts into the camouflage green team member’s belly button. Both bayonets are withdrawn so that the rifle butts can club. Give the camouflage green team member credit. He clubbed two blood red team members who in turn clubbed him. Both officers saw this closely and approved.
The reader can guess some of the following fights:—three against one, five against two. The five against two led to a threesome. The convention was that one of the three would be spared. Not in this case. The fighters didn’t want their team mates to miss out. The three fighters formed a circle in which the bayonets pinned down the belly button positions.
An officer watching them interrupted.
“Hold the bayonets steady. I will count down for you. Ready. One, two, three... Strike!”
Bulls eye! The bayonets entered three belly buttons.
“Ptes help me crush their balls.” Too easy. “Help them get the rifle butts ready for clubbing.” Blood spurted everywhere. The threesome raised their rifle butts and smashed it on their heads. The officers knew that in past military combat soldiers used their rifle butts in this way.
From now on the threesomes bayonetted each other in this circle formation. Both officers had been in threesomes where they were spared. Yet this all terminal version aroused their cocks. Their bayonetting exercise history was unknown here. Let’s just say the veteran group recommended them for their performance in similar exercises.
This afternoon’s exercise was going to plan except that the dug out trenches confused the fighters. They were excellent for pinning an opponent to the side wall; the threesomes, five against two required more space. All the fighters handled the rifle butts in a clumsy fashion. That was fine for clubbing but not for pinpointing belly buttons. Their mission was to bayonet belly buttons.
The officers enjoyed seeing some team members visibly alarmed when they realised there was no escape. A few cried aloud “no no, spare me” to no avail.
Lt Bremmer expected friendly fire incidents when fighters lost their coloured caps. That didn’t eventuate. The encircled threesomes replaced such incidents.
The veterans group had nominated six Ptes. They thrust their bayonets into a number of belly buttons, crushed balls and clubbed heads. It was inevitable that fighters would bayonet two of them. Their erect cocks spurted before crude hands crushed their balls. What a feeling! The head clubbing, well, just as well they lost consciousness. The veterans group would take pleasure in recounting the bayonet adventures of the surviving Four Ptes.
An officer called for the two reservists to join in. They duly settled in and made a positive impression. They bayonetted and clubbed two targets. They were thrilled, their cocks were erect, they stopped to manhandle their cocks. Opponents joined in until all the cocks spurted. That felt good! but even better the feeling when they bayonetted the belly buttons of the two reservists.
What about Pte Carter whose bulge featured in the bayonet lesson? At last he was able to put into practice superior bayonetting skills. When he crushed an opponent’s balls the screams could be heard by the MPs. He needed practice before he mastered clubbing with the rifle butts but he got there. Lt Bremmer was pleased to see him alive at the end of the exercise.
The Lt was a firm believer in letting fighters continue until they stopped exhausted. For that reason he was pleased when the two officers chose to fight to the death. With a bit of luck they will bayonet one another. Wishful thinking? He could see their erect cocks. They held each other’s balls and crushed. The pain was incredible but they progressed to bayonet each others’ belly buttons. They kept the bayonets inside but removed it from the rifle butt. Then they clubbed each other to death.
“Who wants to continue?”
The Lt respected the wishes of four fighters who wanted to fight to the death. He recommended that they advance to close-up and pull erect cocks off for the last time. It was easier from there to crush the balls. They had imagined the bayonet thrusting into their belly buttons but the reality was a painful surprise. Yes it was everything they had ever dreamed about. The clubbing was great! They lost consciousness and slumped to the bare ground.
The MPs were slightly disappointed. Nobody had tried to escape or interfere with the exercise. The participants were just satisfied to bayonet one another, crush balls and club heads. Nobody looked at their impressive cocks and balls. Shucks! They did have to collect the bayonets to return to stores. The donated rifle butts would have to be kept for future exercises.
The ten survivors handed in their weapons and formed up in parade. Mostly their chests were splattered in blood. Lt Bremmer addressed them.
“Congratulations. Take a deep breath. You have recaptured the bayonetting spirit. We must be ready to fight man to man if required. The MPs will drive you back to their barracks for showers. You felt your aroused cocks during the exercise. I recommend you bend over with soap and have a mass fuck. After the cleanup the MPs will arrange transport and clothes back to your units. Any questions?”
Pte Carter asked. “What will our military files show?”
“Pte. You passed bayonetting skills with distinction. If we ever get off Pirate Island you can expect to serve in real wars.”
Lt Bremmer drafted a thank you to the veterans group.
Dear veterans. Thank you for the donation of the rifle butts. The exercise team members made outstanding use of them. The rifle butts will be stored for use in future exercises. After the lockdown it may be possible for members of your group to join in and share the belly button bayonetting exercise. Pass on our condolences: the two officers and two Ptes you recommended are now in the belly button bayonet heaven.]]> Before the lockdown the military authorities negotiated modest help from sponsors. A veterans group from the marines donated discontinued rifle butts. They secure the bayonet for vigorous thrusting. The bayonets are 2021 regulation issue for Infantry.
Another belly button bayonetting exercise
Pte Carter had a bulge problem during bayonet lessons. He was the classic GI brainwashed by the military—young, spunky, ready to fight the enemy at a moment’s notice. The reader would identify with him because of his lust for belly buttons. Before he enlisted he hung around sports dressing rooms checking out belly buttons. He considered himself a connoisseur—fancy word for a GI. The military training had been disappointing so far. There were few opportunities to see live belly buttons. However, other soldiers shared his secret passion except that they wanted to skewer enemy belly buttons.
Lt Bremmer, an MP, supervised the occasional bayonet lesson. He was very sharp in identifying soldiers with bulges behind their camouflage trousers. He took advantage of the moment, ordered the trainees to open up the trouser flies and show their cocks. Every soldier laughed.
“Sir. Show us your cock.”
Lt Bremmer obliged. He was confident the trainees would be impressed.
“Hands up. Who would like to fight with exposed cocks and balls?”
Most put their hands up.
“Sir. Why can’t we fight bare chested? Then we could see belly buttons.”
“Aha. Once you see an enemy belly button the next step is to thrust the bayonet into it. The authorities are considering an exercise where participants will bayonet belly buttons. The details are yet to be worked out. I gather a veterans group donated discontinued rifle butts. These were once used to club the enemy. Everybody has forgotten that soldiers liked to bayonet the enemy’s belly button followed by clubbing his head with the rifle butt. Pte Carter. What are your thoughts?”
“Sir. Register my interest.”
“Hear that? Open up the bottom of your shirts. Show us your belly button. Position your bayonet on the next soldier’s belly button. Imagine thrusting through. Come on. Register your interest.”
A brave soldier pulled up the officer’s shirt, positioned his bayonet on the officer’s belly button.
“Nice chest. Best belly button.”
Months pass. The Operations Commander includes a belly button bayonetting exercise as part of the weekend celebrations. The trench location for previous exercises was expanded. The trenches were locked in a circle such that the opposing forces confronted one another with no escape. The fighting was somewhat old- fashioned— man to man bayonetting each other’s belly button followed by ball crushing and clubbing.
The planners took awhile to assemble two opposing teams from the scattered registration interests. The veterans group nominated two officers and six Ptes currently serving on Pirate Island. The planning team was happy to go along with these nominations. Representatives from veterans groups were occasionally invited as spectators and/or participants but the virus lockdown isolated Pirate Island from the rest of the world.
The two officers reported to the planning team well in advance. Each team consisted of twenty participants. Numbers may vary on the day in question. The two officers hated each other’s guts but were professional enough to plan a belly button bayonet exercise. This was for the benefit of the soldiers with the passion for skewing belly buttons. They emphasised the use of rifle butts to club soldiers to death after they had been bayonetted. One thrust through the belly button was insufficient to terminate the target. The site had no lighting so the exercise must take place in daytime. Early afternoon was fine. The two officers expected the participants to be bare chested and wear regulation camouflage trousers. No. Orders from above stated boots, optional socks, otherwise naked. Coloured caps identify separate teams. There is always a friendly fire issue when participants lose their caps. Tough luck! Weapons are restricted to bayonets inserted in rifle butts. No extra knives. Bayonets are capable of cutting off cocks and balls if necessary. Any reserve participants? Good question.
Who would report back to the Operations Commander? MPs would provide security during the exercise. Lt Bremmer would supervise and report. There was unlikely to be interference from outsiders; sometimes soldiers panic and freeze during exercises; the officers are fighting beside them to motivate them. The MPs would be happy to hang any shirkers on the gibbets conveniently located beside the killing zone. As a goodwill gesture the MPs wear black armbands, boots, optional socks and flaunt their impressive cocks and balls. Nevertheless all soldiers onsite are targets in a bayonetting frenzy.
Lt Bremmer recognised some of the team members from bayonet training. He was pleased that they had taken bayonetting to heart. Cutting into belly buttons was a rare treat. It will be easier to target the belly buttons given that all participants are otherwise naked. He himself was a cutting cocks and balls man. The lineup of forty cocks and balls aroused him no end. The participants approved.
The MPs had the reservists tasked to support them; however, Lt Bremmer had the authority to send them into the fight if necessary. They were needed to hand out the rifle butts and bayonets. The guidelines for winning or losing were fluid. The two officers leading the teams had different ideas. The toughest one considered winning to be complete termination of the opposing side. The second officer preferred the bayonetting of the opposing officer to be the key to military success. The participants had other ideas including bayonetting him.
The two teams assembled a distance away from each other. Twenty one rifle butts and bayonets. Twenty one coloured caps—camouflage green. Pity about the size. The officers use the same weapon. Wait one. The bayonets are brand new. The blades look to be extra sharp. The rifle butts are very heavy and heaven knows how old. The soldiers who used them would have been in prime physical fit condition and motivated for the killing.
The other team wears coloured caps—blood red. Both teams form up in two lines, standing at ease legs apart with the weapons in their right hands. The second officer takes this moment to examine their cocks and balls.
“Soldiers. Be warned the enemy target can still bayonet you even though your bayonet is thrust through his belly button. Crushing his balls, I emphasise, crushing his balls very hard is a wise move before you club him with the rifle butt. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir!”
“Thank the Operations Commander for permitting us to fight naked. It’s the ultimate macho to fight with erect cocks and swinging balls. We will shortly move to the killing zone. a series of interlocking trenches waist high. Have no qualms about two against one, three against one, five against two. Pin the targets against the trench walls and bayonet their belly buttons. The enemy is wearing camouflage green caps.”
Lt Bremmer will blow a whistle to start the fight but, first, the camouflage green team wearers, need to occupy the trenches. The blood red team is required to infiltrate, step down into the trenches. The military world has forgotten about trench warfare and, indeed, man to man bayonetting. The veterans who donated the rifle butts may have experienced the lost skill of bayonetting the enemy.
The reservists returned to the MPs’ base. An MP asked them what they felt like. They both said they hoped they would bayonet a belly button. A good start. Lt Bremmer had ensured there were extra weapons if required.
The camouflage green team now occupied the trenches. Lt Bremmer blew the whistle. The blood red team advanced, looked into the trenches and saw the bayonets aimed in their direction. The exercise required them to go down into the trenches, face the enemy. The start was two blood red versus one camouflage green. The ensuing combat was not predictable. The camouflage green team member bayonetted the first blood red team member right into his belly button. Before the bayonet could be with drawn the second blood red team member grasped his balls. Bingo. Crush. Screams. The bayonet cuts into the erect cock at the top shaft. Cock killed. The bayonet now thrusts into the camouflage green team member’s belly button. Both bayonets are withdrawn so that the rifle butts can club. Give the camouflage green team member credit. He clubbed two blood red team members who in turn clubbed him. Both officers saw this closely and approved.
The reader can guess some of the following fights:—three against one, five against two. The five against two led to a threesome. The convention was that one of the three would be spared. Not in this case. The fighters didn’t want their team mates to miss out. The three fighters formed a circle in which the bayonets pinned down the belly button positions.
An officer watching them interrupted.
“Hold the bayonets steady. I will count down for you. Ready. One, two, three... Strike!”
Bulls eye! The bayonets entered three belly buttons.
“Ptes help me crush their balls.” Too easy. “Help them get the rifle butts ready for clubbing.” Blood spurted everywhere. The threesome raised their rifle butts and smashed it on their heads. The officers knew that in past military combat soldiers used their rifle butts in this way.
From now on the threesomes bayonetted each other in this circle formation. Both officers had been in threesomes where they were spared. Yet this all terminal version aroused their cocks. Their bayonetting exercise history was unknown here. Let’s just say the veteran group recommended them for their performance in similar exercises.
This afternoon’s exercise was going to plan except that the dug out trenches confused the fighters. They were excellent for pinning an opponent to the side wall; the threesomes, five against two required more space. All the fighters handled the rifle butts in a clumsy fashion. That was fine for clubbing but not for pinpointing belly buttons. Their mission was to bayonet belly buttons.
The officers enjoyed seeing some team members visibly alarmed when they realised there was no escape. A few cried aloud “no no, spare me” to no avail.
Lt Bremmer expected friendly fire incidents when fighters lost their coloured caps. That didn’t eventuate. The encircled threesomes replaced such incidents.
The veterans group had nominated six Ptes. They thrust their bayonets into a number of belly buttons, crushed balls and clubbed heads. It was inevitable that fighters would bayonet two of them. Their erect cocks spurted before crude hands crushed their balls. What a feeling! The head clubbing, well, just as well they lost consciousness. The veterans group would take pleasure in recounting the bayonet adventures of the surviving Four Ptes.
An officer called for the two reservists to join in. They duly settled in and made a positive impression. They bayonetted and clubbed two targets. They were thrilled, their cocks were erect, they stopped to manhandle their cocks. Opponents joined in until all the cocks spurted. That felt good! but even better the feeling when they bayonetted the belly buttons of the two reservists.
What about Pte Carter whose bulge featured in the bayonet lesson? At last he was able to put into practice superior bayonetting skills. When he crushed an opponent’s balls the screams could be heard by the MPs. He needed practice before he mastered clubbing with the rifle butts but he got there. Lt Bremmer was pleased to see him alive at the end of the exercise.
The Lt was a firm believer in letting fighters continue until they stopped exhausted. For that reason he was pleased when the two officers chose to fight to the death. With a bit of luck they will bayonet one another. Wishful thinking? He could see their erect cocks. They held each other’s balls and crushed. The pain was incredible but they progressed to bayonet each others’ belly buttons. They kept the bayonets inside but removed it from the rifle butt. Then they clubbed each other to death.
“Who wants to continue?”
The Lt respected the wishes of four fighters who wanted to fight to the death. He recommended that they advance to close-up and pull erect cocks off for the last time. It was easier from there to crush the balls. They had imagined the bayonet thrusting into their belly buttons but the reality was a painful surprise. Yes it was everything they had ever dreamed about. The clubbing was great! They lost consciousness and slumped to the bare ground.
The MPs were slightly disappointed. Nobody had tried to escape or interfere with the exercise. The participants were just satisfied to bayonet one another, crush balls and club heads. Nobody looked at their impressive cocks and balls. Shucks! They did have to collect the bayonets to return to stores. The donated rifle butts would have to be kept for future exercises.
The ten survivors handed in their weapons and formed up in parade. Mostly their chests were splattered in blood. Lt Bremmer addressed them.
“Congratulations. Take a deep breath. You have recaptured the bayonetting spirit. We must be ready to fight man to man if required. The MPs will drive you back to their barracks for showers. You felt your aroused cocks during the exercise. I recommend you bend over with soap and have a mass fuck. After the cleanup the MPs will arrange transport and clothes back to your units. Any questions?”
Pte Carter asked. “What will our military files show?”
“Pte. You passed bayonetting skills with distinction. If we ever get off Pirate Island you can expect to serve in real wars.”
Lt Bremmer drafted a thank you to the veterans group.
Dear veterans. Thank you for the donation of the rifle butts. The exercise team members made outstanding use of them. The rifle butts will be stored for use in future exercises. After the lockdown it may be possible for members of your group to join in and share the belly button bayonetting exercise. Pass on our condolences: the two officers and two Ptes you recommended are now in the belly button bayonet heaven.]]> <![CDATA[Brutal fight]]> https://arenafighter.adult/mybb/showthread.php?tid=4665 Fri, 03 Jul 2020 15:16:59 +0000 traxxgalaxy]]> https://arenafighter.adult/mybb/showthread.php?tid=4665
KAZAR VS. THE ENSLAVERS


Kazar and Lothar start to circle, they both are naked, their huge fat cocks and orange-sized balls bobbing between their muscled thighs, they mantained their hate-filled stare at each others, baring their teeth in a hungry smile.

Lothar, snarling with fury, held out his hands for a test of strenght “C’mon, boy, let’s see how strong you are.”

“I am the king stud here, big nigger beast”, sneered Kazar, he accepted the challange and they locked the fingers. The two warriors strained and heaved, their faces contorted with the effort as each tried to gain the ascendancy. Neither gives an inch at first but gradually it seemed as if Lothar’s ferocity, height and weight were winning through and he strated to get the necessary leverage to force Kazar to his knees.

Lothar opened his mouth to give a bloodcurdling roar of triumph as he slowly forced Kazar, now in an impossible position, flat onto his back on the mat, spreadeagled, their hands still locked and extended to each side, sothat Lothar was lying on top of Kazar, chest to chest, crotch to crotch, leg on leg.

“You are all piss and wind, king od the faggots” Lothar growls, his face only a couple of inches above Kazar’s.

But even as Lothar speaks, Brute had wrapped his long legs around Lothar’s waist and clamped on a bodyscissor. Lothar’s eyes opened wide in surprise as the sudden vice-like grip on his diaphragm asserted itself. “Fucking dumb nigger,” saied Kazar, lying back and letting his rock hard legs do the work, “ bet you’re a sucked for a bodyscissor every time”

As the blond king of the jungle pumped in the pressure, Lothar had to release the hand to hand grip in order touse his arms to break the bodyscissor before any real damage was done. It was another test of strength as Lothar, already feeling his breathing impaired, tried to prise Kazar’s legs apart while Kazar struggled to reassert the hold. But again, drawing on all his power, Lothat slowly succeeded in wrenching Kazar’s straining legs away from his waist.

For a second it looks as if Lothar was going to try to get to his feet, perhaps in order to turn Kazar over in a boston crab, a move that he had liked and used a lot in the wrestling arena when he had been a slave gladiator, but Kazar succeeded in knocking him sideways to the ground, leaping on him like a leopard. Legs and arms flied in all directions as the two bodies already slippery with sweat rolled around the dusty ground, seething and locked togheter inan angry and deadly embrace.

Kazar punched twice Lothar’s ribcage, while the giant Nubian kneeded his huge balls, the blond warrior grunted in pain and punched Lothar’s noose. Finally Lothar was able to grapevine Kazar’s legs and they came to rest almost at the chained slaves’ feet, who were witnessing the fight in the deepest fear. Lothar was once more on top “ Know what I think of you, white ass? he whispered and the giant Nubian dropped a gob of spit right into Kazar’s face, rubbing it with the palm of his hand.

Enraged by this insult, Kazar grabs Lothar in a headlock, forcing him sideways, and the next thing the two had, oblivious to thei surroundings, wrestled halfway into the slaves.  With a mighty pull of his muscled legs, Kazar kicks the Nubian off him on his ass.

Back on their feet, they shaped up to each other, the sweat dripping off their muscled frames,  and staring each other down. Lothar holded a hand out as if challenging his opponent to another test of strength but Kazar attemped to grab it in a armlock. Lothar was one step ahead, however, and slipped behind him, snapping a full nelson. “ Gotcha!!! Try getting’ out of this one, shithead” And the pressure that Lothar quickly exerted, forced a groan from Kazar’s throat.

The jungle lord strained desperately against the ferocious pressure on his neck, trying to stay erect.
What was even worse he could feel the thud of Lothar’s swollen cock against his vergin ass. He tried to reach up, to grab Lothar by the hair of his head but Lothar was bald, he was able to grab the left ear, forcing a scream of pain from the Nubian’s  lips, but the sweat pouring off the black skin had made it slippery, and Kazar lost his hold. Lothar laughed in his earhole: “ You are up against a champion gladiator, boy. I’ve broken tougher fighters than you, sweetheart”.

Increasingly frustated, Kaar tried to drag himself free, but Lothar lifted the smaller white man right off his feet, swinging him around. Dropping him back to his feet, the black Nubian started to add a savage screw to the downward thrust, witch brought forth the first scream of pain from Kazar’s clenched teeth. But even in that instant, Kazar doubbled over, surprising the bigger Nubian, and reached down and grabbed Lothar’s legs, dragging them forward  so them the big fighter crashed backwards to the mat with Kazar on top of him. Kazar rolled away from his opponent, intent on trying to regroup and get his neck working again but Lothar, on a roll now, was onto him straightaway. “Get up, boy!” he hissed and dragged his hated foe to his feet by the blond hair of his head, immediately picking him up in a crotch hold, holding him high in the air with one hand twisting Kazar’ bull balls, beads of sweat spraying off the horizontal golden body onto the smiling face of his cruel opponent, before powerslamming him to the ground with such force that it seemed to send a shudder through the earth.

Kazar groaned in pain, while Lothar bodypressed the smaller fighter. Kazar’a attempts to kick out the bodypress seemed increasingly fleeble.

Lothar did not pursue the bodypress, but instead sit on Kazar’s chest, sothat his 12” huge cock, now at full mast, was nudging his victim’s chin. “Whadya say, blondie, want to quit now, and suck my big black cock before starting breaking bones?”

But again it was Kazar’s greatest agility that came to the rescue, as he kicked his long powerful legs back to capture Lothar’s body, dislodging him and then consolidating with another bodyscissor, applied sideways on the mat.

“I like breaking bones, slaver” and Kazar dug his knees in with everythings he had got, determinated to make the big Nubian holler. Lothar just gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, equally determinated to contain his agony. Kazar’s fists flyed, quicker than a cobra’s attack, hitting the black fighter on his lips, his right ear, his throat, his ribs. Kazar screamed in rage and judging the anglemore carefully now, to put the hurt on liver and kidneys, he summoned all his power for the big cruncher. And this time the spasms of pain were sosudden that before he realized it, Lothar had uttered a shriek of horror.

“That’s more like it, man” grinned Kazar, content for the moment to settle back with the scissor and his powerfull punches, getting his own breath back and enjoying just controlling his enemy.

Kazar relaxed his grip too much, and Lothar was able to kick his way out of the hold. He scrambled to get to his feet, but Kazar, agile as ever, flung himself at him from behind, driving his hugly face forward to the dirty ground, reapplying the bodyscissor from the top position and quickly snapping on a full nelson for good measure.

Kazar drove his knees into his victim’ sides and added a bit of punishing pressure to the full nelson, and he was rewardedwitha sob of frustation from Lothar, whi could not only feel Kazar’s 14” fat mighty cock lying full lengh in the small of his back, but was also awareof the heel of Kazar’s foot rubbin itself  against his crotch. And the blond man’sweat is splashing down onto him underneath.

Kazar was beginning to have himself a good time as he rode the captive Nubian hard, all the time reminding him of his great tool witch is now well lubrificated with pre-cum. “ I’m gonna ripe your muscle bound ass of yours for good, before smashing your nose on the ground and kill you” chuckes the lord of the jungle, and working the full nelson from left to right he wiped Lothar’s nose against the dirty ground.

However Kazar had understimated Lothar who suddenly pushed himself up from the mat by his hands. Kazar tried to use the full nelson to keep him under control but Lothar was incredible strong.

Lothar got tohis knees, now he sized Kazar’s constricting legs so that he was trapped in apiggy back position. Kazar tried desperately to control the mighty bigger fighter with the full nelson but Lothar’s thick column of neck withstanded the mighty assault that had breaked mighty warriors.
With a big effort he rose to his feet, carrying a helpless Kazar pillion-style on his back.

Lothar decided for a broke, checking out the area, the big nubian noticed that there was a big palm tree a coupple of feet off the edge of the camp. Carrying his passenger, who had given up the full nelson and gone for a more effective strangle hold in an effort to make Lothar drop him, the big Nubian heade for the tree, at last minute swelling around on his heels and crashing Kazar’s back into the rough trunk with such force that the tree swayed crazily from side to side. He repeated the treatment, this time massaging Kazar’s flesh against the gnarled surface.

“Arrrrgghh!!” groaned Kazar in agony, sagging under the attack. Lothar dropped him off, swinged around and lifted a knee right into Kazar’s balls. Kazar’s mouth opened in a silent scream.

There was a look of triumph in Lothar’s deep black eyes as he grabbed Kazar by the balls and walked  him around. His callous hand felt how big and ponderous his balls werw, they looked like made of solid rubber.

Still holding Kazar by the balls, insolently he slapped Kazar’s face, to and fro, with his free hand, yelling out “One! Two! Three! Four!” with each slap. The big Nubian thought that it was time to apply a bearhug. His bearhug was a killer, the hold he liked most, he liked to squeeze the life out of his victim.

Releasing his grip on Kazar’s balls, Lothar slowly wrapped his huge, muscled arms around Kazar’s midsection and locked his hands in preparation for the main assault.

“C’mon Kazar, fight it” taunted Lothar. Kazar seemed to register this message becouse he circled Lothar with his own arms to challenge his bearhug. They standed there in the centre of nowhere, locked togheter, faces only inches apart, their sweat soaked bodies straining and heaving, their throbbing cocks jammed up hard against each other.

Lothar appreciated the challange becouse he had supreme confidence in his bearhug. There was a thin, chilling smile on his big lips as he cranked up the pressure and tested Kazar to the full. And the blond Adonis began to buckle; he was forced to relax, if not relinquish, his own bearhug and he standed on tiptoe to try to ease the awful pressure on his torso with Lothar was beginning to exert.

Kazar knew that if his feet leaved the ground, he was gone, but as Lothar stepped up the pressure to the next threshold of torture, Kazar, his diaphragm beginning to seize up on him, had no option but to cling on, desperately grapevining his legs around Lothar’s. The taller black man simply smiled with pleasure and demonstrated that he still had new reservoirs of power to draw upon, crushing Kazar in his arms like a ragdoll.

It was time for desperate measures and Kazar headbutted Lothar’s chin and in the same time grabbed his huge nipples and wrenched them ferociously. Taken by surprise, Lothar for a moment relaxed his grip, allowing Kazar to insert his arms between their bodies. Opening his throat and letting out an ear-splitting warcry, Kazar straightened his legs and simultaneously thrusted his arms out and upward in a cataclysmic movement which broke the hold.

Exhausted both by the bearhug and the effort of escaping it, the blond fighter collapsed to the mat, trying to roll out of harm’s way. The beautiful golden body, now racked with pain, lied crumpled almost at Lothar’s feet, his back to his attacker. Angry at having been thwarted, Lothar strode towards his fallen foe.

Lothar grabbed the lord of jungle by his blond hair and dragged him to his knees, then to his feet, wanting to apply the bearhug from behind. Sensing his last possibility, Kazar swiveled to one side, reached down and picked up Lothar in a face-down crotch hold, stomach-dropping him to his waiting knee. It was all done so quickly that Lothar hardly realized what had happened. The big Nubian rolled onto his back, clutching his belly, whereupon Kazar jumped on him with both feet, landing right on the solar plexus. Lothar’s scream was so deafening that the whole jungle seemed to fall in a deep silence, as the blond warrior stand over Lothar, his immense cock swinging from side to side.

Kazar yanked him to his feet by his ears “An eye for an eye, you bastard”, he spat and seizing Lothar by the hand he Irish-whipped him face forward into the palm-tree. Lothar  was slammed at full force against the tree-trunk, face and cock first, half second later Kazar hurled himself at him, his newly swollen cock crashing against his victim’s exposed buns. Then he turned Lothar around, pinning him with his back to the trunk and headbutted him repeatedly in the gut, he pressed himself against  Lothar’s body, and began to punch his gut, lefts and rights, with such a speed that he landed twenty or twentyfive punches in less than 15 seconds..

The blond fighter nailed the larger and taller enemy with a vicious knee-lift to his balls, Lothar started to doubble over only to meet an uppercut to his chin. Kazar stepped away to watch his handywork. A smirk crossed his face. The lord of the jungle wasted little time and quickly closed with his larger opponent. He slammed the palms of his hands against Lothar’s ears. The slap made the big Nubian’s ring as he slid to a seated position, his face abot crotch height. Kazar pulled his right hand back, made a half fist and sent his knuckles into Lothar’s throat. Lothar clutched his throat with both hands. Kazar took immediate advantage of the Nubian’s vulnerability and slammed his foot into his exposed balls, twice. Lothar dropped his right hand to clutch his hurt nuts.

Kazar slapped his face back and forth, Lothar’s head started to spin and he brought his hands to the side of his head to shield it from Kazar’s slaps., as he gained his feet. Kazar took half step back and scoop kicked  him underneath his crotch and racked his balls with his instep. Lothar closed his knees too late and lashed out wildly with a fist, hoping to connect with Kazar’s bull balls and slow down his attacks. Kazar had expected Lothar to try for his balls much sooner and he simply knocked his fist out of the way.

Lothar was almost in a blind rage as Kazar pranced in and out of range, his monster cock and balls swinging tantilizingly between his powerful legs. Lothar wanted to bash his balls before killing him but he understimated the blond jungle lord. Kazar jumped in air and wrapped his muscled legs around his neck and swinging his weight he forced Lothar at a sommersault, slamming him to the ground. Lothar, a little dazed, went to his feet, Kazar bounced back and forth, in and out, each time he landed a blow to the big Nubian’s hulking body. An insulting slap to the side of his head, a punch to the throat or to the gut, or a kick to the balls. Kazar danced around Lothar  and hit him from all angles, not letting him rest or know where the next attack would come from.

Kazar went behind Lothar and drove his toes into Lothar’s swelling scrotum. Lothar fell to his knees, Kazar circled his head under his armpit and bulldogged him face first to the ground. Lothar tried to grab Kazar’s body between his dangerous limbs, but the blond warrior was too fast for him and in no time he was on his feet again .

Slowly the big stunned Nubian gained his feet, Kazar charged, slamming his right shoulder against his gut, lifting him off the ground. With a fluid movement, he lifted his havier opponent on his shoulder and back slammed him back to the ground. Lothar did not have time to react, Kazar had already grabbed both his ankles, lifting them from the ground, his mighty black legs forming a wide V,  Kazar stomped his balls, flattening his swollen scrotum against his bony pubes. Lothar jacknifed in a silence scream of pain but Kazar’s knee hit his nose, breaking it and slamming the big Nubian back to the ground.

Kazar’s power packed stomp demolished the last of Lothar’s defences. Kazar slid between the Nubian’s spread legs and pump handled his battered balls with eight forearms smashes to his vulnerable defenseless balls. Kazar was getting a real charge out of bashing Lothar’s balls and watching them swell to the size of a grapefruit.

Kazar cocked his fist and aimed right for Lothar’s balls. He twisted his fist as his knuckles impacted with Lothar’s manhood, four, five , six times he punched Lothar’s balls with his power packed right  fist. Lothar was delirious as lighting bolts of agonizing pain shot through his crotch as Kazar proceeded to work them over.  Lothar’s scrotum was stretched taughtly over his swollem balls, the skin was paper thin and it appeared as though it would explode at any second.

Kazar grabbed Lothar’s left nut and pinched it between his strong fingers, he felt the swollen mass of flesh that was beginning to turn to mush. Lothar was whimpering in and out of his senses, Kazar stood up and kicked Lothar’s legs even wide apart. He raised his fist over his head and then dropped to his knees, bringing his fist piledriving down with the force of a blockbuster bomb. Lothar’s ball nerly exploded when Kazar’s fist impacted  with his hairy scrotum.

Lothar screamed hoarsely, before blanking out, only to gain again his senses few seconds later when Kazar clawed his mangled manhood with a vicious nut cracker. Kazar twisted his balls twice before leaving them destroyed. Kazar had cracked them and cracked them good.

Lothar was almost when he felt  himself lifted by his ears to a standing position, Kazar was behind him, “ And now baby, for the ultimate bearhug” he said. Lothar felt his ribcage circled by two anacondas, Kazar could hardly circle the immense chest of his enemy, after carefully positioning his feet firmly on the ground, he seized Lothar and in one crunching movement, he put the bearhug, lifting the 360 pounds muscleman right off the mat.

Lothar made a pathetic attempt to fight the hold, but he was a spent force, Kazar doubbled the pressure. All the air was pumped out of his lungs, with another squeeze Kazar broke two or three ribs of the defeated Nubian., who hanged there helpless in Kazar’s deadly embrass.

Lothar was on the verge to pass out, when Kazar opened his arms and the big Nubian fell to his knees, hia arms dangling useless on his sides, his hands resting on the ground, his head bent down, he did not have the force to even lift it. Kazar was just behind him, his legs spreaded, grinning, his arms large along his sides, ready for the last triumph, the ultimate imageof the victor:  “Time to go to bed, slave” as he approached his fallen enemy, circled his neck with his powerfull arms in a sleepering hold, his biceps contracted, reaching an impossible pick, crushing the neck of  the fleebily struggling Lothar in the deadly vise, Lothar stopped to fight, Kazar kept his hold for 30 seconds more, before kicking Lothar’s back to the ground senseless.

Kazar planted his right foot on his neck and screamed his victory howl to the jungle.

The jungle lord massagged his bull balls and stroked his mighty prick, after two days of fights he needed to fuck like never before. He knelt over Lothar’s legs, his hands spreaded wide his asscheeks, he pressed his impossible hard cock against the virgin hole of the mighty Nubian and with a sudden push he entered at full force, with two other thrust his balls slammed against the muscled black buns.. Lothar was waken up by the sharp pain that irradiated from his ass, he screamed in horror, as he felt his insides being ripped apart by that huge prick and began to crawl only to be stopped by two rabbit punches to his neck by the blond warrior.  Kazar began to rape his hated enemy, in and out in most savage way, the blond dominator wanted his reward and the speed and the force of his fuck was simply incredible, Lothar had not even the force to cry, he was whimpering like a baby. After few minutes Kazar reached his orgasm, and screamed again his victory howl, he almost blanked out for the pleasure, it was like a bomd that exploded from his groin up to his brain: he had never felt something like this. For two long minutes he filled Lothar’s ass with his white hot seeds,  sprinkling out of the ravaged ass, forming a small pool between Lothar’s legs.

Kazar collapsed over Lothar’s back. The big Nubiam tried to escape, but Kazar was ready for him.
He grabbed Lothar’s arms, and still inside him, he sat over his ass, and applied a raping camel-clutch. He tortured Lothar for more than 15 minutes befero reaching another powerful orgasm.

Kazar  scissored Lothar’s waist and squeezed him senseless, before raping his ass again.

The blond jungle lord put Lothar in painful Boston crab that had him pleading for mercy for more than half hour, then he raped him again.

Kazar  grabbed Lothar’s right leg and positioned it betwen his legs and arms and applied a painful leglock and anklelock. Lothar screamed and cried, Kazar stopped only when he heard a satysfying sound of ripped legaments, then he fucked his mouth, exploding his powerfull orgasm all over his face and chest.

Kazar sat  on the big Nubian back and dislodged his shoulders from his sockets, then he forced Lothar on his feet, with a sadistic smile he kicked his  sole good leg, right on the knee, breaking it.
The big Nubian collapsed to the ground whimpering in pain. Kazar knelt beside him, he move d his hands over his body, Lothar screamed as the blond’s strong fingers clawed  his gut, his pecs, his face, his armpits, till his whole body was a bloody mess. Kazar face-fucked him again. Lothar lost his senses again.

Kazar was not satysfied yet, he grabbed his wrists and stomped them, breaking each wrist bones, he broke four or five fingers of his hands, before taking his right arm between hia strong hand and with a sudden knee-lift he broke his right arm.

Lothar was on his back, barely alive, his legs broken as well his right arms and both his wrists, 3 or 4 ribs of him, his balls busted, his lungs piersed by his broken ribs, his internal organs destroyed by the claw holds and by the hard rapes, his face was a bloody mess, his nose and lips broken, his eyes swollen shut, scratches all over his body. He was bleeding from his mouth and nose, as well from his cock and ass. Kazar decided to put an end to his misery: he straddle his chest, he spat his face, and pissed in his mouth, then he grabbed his head with both his hands and slowly he turned his head to his right, twisting it to an impossible angle, witha sudden jerk he broke his neck.

Kazar noticed that the sun  had reached the horizon, the last sunset rays  were reaching the jungle land, Kazar collapsed exhausted over the dead body of his most powerful enemy ever.

In the following three days, Kazar freeded the  40 slaves, but not before having fucked them all. It was the greatest victory of the lord of the jungle and the freeded natives created incredible legends about what they had witnesses.]]>
KAZAR VS. THE ENSLAVERS


Kazar and Lothar start to circle, they both are naked, their huge fat cocks and orange-sized balls bobbing between their muscled thighs, they mantained their hate-filled stare at each others, baring their teeth in a hungry smile.

Lothar, snarling with fury, held out his hands for a test of strenght “C’mon, boy, let’s see how strong you are.”

“I am the king stud here, big nigger beast”, sneered Kazar, he accepted the challange and they locked the fingers. The two warriors strained and heaved, their faces contorted with the effort as each tried to gain the ascendancy. Neither gives an inch at first but gradually it seemed as if Lothar’s ferocity, height and weight were winning through and he strated to get the necessary leverage to force Kazar to his knees.

Lothar opened his mouth to give a bloodcurdling roar of triumph as he slowly forced Kazar, now in an impossible position, flat onto his back on the mat, spreadeagled, their hands still locked and extended to each side, sothat Lothar was lying on top of Kazar, chest to chest, crotch to crotch, leg on leg.

“You are all piss and wind, king od the faggots” Lothar growls, his face only a couple of inches above Kazar’s.

But even as Lothar speaks, Brute had wrapped his long legs around Lothar’s waist and clamped on a bodyscissor. Lothar’s eyes opened wide in surprise as the sudden vice-like grip on his diaphragm asserted itself. “Fucking dumb nigger,” saied Kazar, lying back and letting his rock hard legs do the work, “ bet you’re a sucked for a bodyscissor every time”

As the blond king of the jungle pumped in the pressure, Lothar had to release the hand to hand grip in order touse his arms to break the bodyscissor before any real damage was done. It was another test of strength as Lothar, already feeling his breathing impaired, tried to prise Kazar’s legs apart while Kazar struggled to reassert the hold. But again, drawing on all his power, Lothat slowly succeeded in wrenching Kazar’s straining legs away from his waist.

For a second it looks as if Lothar was going to try to get to his feet, perhaps in order to turn Kazar over in a boston crab, a move that he had liked and used a lot in the wrestling arena when he had been a slave gladiator, but Kazar succeeded in knocking him sideways to the ground, leaping on him like a leopard. Legs and arms flied in all directions as the two bodies already slippery with sweat rolled around the dusty ground, seething and locked togheter inan angry and deadly embrace.

Kazar punched twice Lothar’s ribcage, while the giant Nubian kneeded his huge balls, the blond warrior grunted in pain and punched Lothar’s noose. Finally Lothar was able to grapevine Kazar’s legs and they came to rest almost at the chained slaves’ feet, who were witnessing the fight in the deepest fear. Lothar was once more on top “ Know what I think of you, white ass? he whispered and the giant Nubian dropped a gob of spit right into Kazar’s face, rubbing it with the palm of his hand.

Enraged by this insult, Kazar grabs Lothar in a headlock, forcing him sideways, and the next thing the two had, oblivious to thei surroundings, wrestled halfway into the slaves.  With a mighty pull of his muscled legs, Kazar kicks the Nubian off him on his ass.

Back on their feet, they shaped up to each other, the sweat dripping off their muscled frames,  and staring each other down. Lothar holded a hand out as if challenging his opponent to another test of strength but Kazar attemped to grab it in a armlock. Lothar was one step ahead, however, and slipped behind him, snapping a full nelson. “ Gotcha!!! Try getting’ out of this one, shithead” And the pressure that Lothar quickly exerted, forced a groan from Kazar’s throat.

The jungle lord strained desperately against the ferocious pressure on his neck, trying to stay erect.
What was even worse he could feel the thud of Lothar’s swollen cock against his vergin ass. He tried to reach up, to grab Lothar by the hair of his head but Lothar was bald, he was able to grab the left ear, forcing a scream of pain from the Nubian’s  lips, but the sweat pouring off the black skin had made it slippery, and Kazar lost his hold. Lothar laughed in his earhole: “ You are up against a champion gladiator, boy. I’ve broken tougher fighters than you, sweetheart”.

Increasingly frustated, Kaar tried to drag himself free, but Lothar lifted the smaller white man right off his feet, swinging him around. Dropping him back to his feet, the black Nubian started to add a savage screw to the downward thrust, witch brought forth the first scream of pain from Kazar’s clenched teeth. But even in that instant, Kazar doubbled over, surprising the bigger Nubian, and reached down and grabbed Lothar’s legs, dragging them forward  so them the big fighter crashed backwards to the mat with Kazar on top of him. Kazar rolled away from his opponent, intent on trying to regroup and get his neck working again but Lothar, on a roll now, was onto him straightaway. “Get up, boy!” he hissed and dragged his hated foe to his feet by the blond hair of his head, immediately picking him up in a crotch hold, holding him high in the air with one hand twisting Kazar’ bull balls, beads of sweat spraying off the horizontal golden body onto the smiling face of his cruel opponent, before powerslamming him to the ground with such force that it seemed to send a shudder through the earth.

Kazar groaned in pain, while Lothar bodypressed the smaller fighter. Kazar’a attempts to kick out the bodypress seemed increasingly fleeble.

Lothar did not pursue the bodypress, but instead sit on Kazar’s chest, sothat his 12” huge cock, now at full mast, was nudging his victim’s chin. “Whadya say, blondie, want to quit now, and suck my big black cock before starting breaking bones?”

But again it was Kazar’s greatest agility that came to the rescue, as he kicked his long powerful legs back to capture Lothar’s body, dislodging him and then consolidating with another bodyscissor, applied sideways on the mat.

“I like breaking bones, slaver” and Kazar dug his knees in with everythings he had got, determinated to make the big Nubian holler. Lothar just gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, equally determinated to contain his agony. Kazar’s fists flyed, quicker than a cobra’s attack, hitting the black fighter on his lips, his right ear, his throat, his ribs. Kazar screamed in rage and judging the anglemore carefully now, to put the hurt on liver and kidneys, he summoned all his power for the big cruncher. And this time the spasms of pain were sosudden that before he realized it, Lothar had uttered a shriek of horror.

“That’s more like it, man” grinned Kazar, content for the moment to settle back with the scissor and his powerfull punches, getting his own breath back and enjoying just controlling his enemy.

Kazar relaxed his grip too much, and Lothar was able to kick his way out of the hold. He scrambled to get to his feet, but Kazar, agile as ever, flung himself at him from behind, driving his hugly face forward to the dirty ground, reapplying the bodyscissor from the top position and quickly snapping on a full nelson for good measure.

Kazar drove his knees into his victim’ sides and added a bit of punishing pressure to the full nelson, and he was rewardedwitha sob of frustation from Lothar, whi could not only feel Kazar’s 14” fat mighty cock lying full lengh in the small of his back, but was also awareof the heel of Kazar’s foot rubbin itself  against his crotch. And the blond man’sweat is splashing down onto him underneath.

Kazar was beginning to have himself a good time as he rode the captive Nubian hard, all the time reminding him of his great tool witch is now well lubrificated with pre-cum. “ I’m gonna ripe your muscle bound ass of yours for good, before smashing your nose on the ground and kill you” chuckes the lord of the jungle, and working the full nelson from left to right he wiped Lothar’s nose against the dirty ground.

However Kazar had understimated Lothar who suddenly pushed himself up from the mat by his hands. Kazar tried to use the full nelson to keep him under control but Lothar was incredible strong.

Lothar got tohis knees, now he sized Kazar’s constricting legs so that he was trapped in apiggy back position. Kazar tried desperately to control the mighty bigger fighter with the full nelson but Lothar’s thick column of neck withstanded the mighty assault that had breaked mighty warriors.
With a big effort he rose to his feet, carrying a helpless Kazar pillion-style on his back.

Lothar decided for a broke, checking out the area, the big nubian noticed that there was a big palm tree a coupple of feet off the edge of the camp. Carrying his passenger, who had given up the full nelson and gone for a more effective strangle hold in an effort to make Lothar drop him, the big Nubian heade for the tree, at last minute swelling around on his heels and crashing Kazar’s back into the rough trunk with such force that the tree swayed crazily from side to side. He repeated the treatment, this time massaging Kazar’s flesh against the gnarled surface.

“Arrrrgghh!!” groaned Kazar in agony, sagging under the attack. Lothar dropped him off, swinged around and lifted a knee right into Kazar’s balls. Kazar’s mouth opened in a silent scream.

There was a look of triumph in Lothar’s deep black eyes as he grabbed Kazar by the balls and walked  him around. His callous hand felt how big and ponderous his balls werw, they looked like made of solid rubber.

Still holding Kazar by the balls, insolently he slapped Kazar’s face, to and fro, with his free hand, yelling out “One! Two! Three! Four!” with each slap. The big Nubian thought that it was time to apply a bearhug. His bearhug was a killer, the hold he liked most, he liked to squeeze the life out of his victim.

Releasing his grip on Kazar’s balls, Lothar slowly wrapped his huge, muscled arms around Kazar’s midsection and locked his hands in preparation for the main assault.

“C’mon Kazar, fight it” taunted Lothar. Kazar seemed to register this message becouse he circled Lothar with his own arms to challenge his bearhug. They standed there in the centre of nowhere, locked togheter, faces only inches apart, their sweat soaked bodies straining and heaving, their throbbing cocks jammed up hard against each other.

Lothar appreciated the challange becouse he had supreme confidence in his bearhug. There was a thin, chilling smile on his big lips as he cranked up the pressure and tested Kazar to the full. And the blond Adonis began to buckle; he was forced to relax, if not relinquish, his own bearhug and he standed on tiptoe to try to ease the awful pressure on his torso with Lothar was beginning to exert.

Kazar knew that if his feet leaved the ground, he was gone, but as Lothar stepped up the pressure to the next threshold of torture, Kazar, his diaphragm beginning to seize up on him, had no option but to cling on, desperately grapevining his legs around Lothar’s. The taller black man simply smiled with pleasure and demonstrated that he still had new reservoirs of power to draw upon, crushing Kazar in his arms like a ragdoll.

It was time for desperate measures and Kazar headbutted Lothar’s chin and in the same time grabbed his huge nipples and wrenched them ferociously. Taken by surprise, Lothar for a moment relaxed his grip, allowing Kazar to insert his arms between their bodies. Opening his throat and letting out an ear-splitting warcry, Kazar straightened his legs and simultaneously thrusted his arms out and upward in a cataclysmic movement which broke the hold.

Exhausted both by the bearhug and the effort of escaping it, the blond fighter collapsed to the mat, trying to roll out of harm’s way. The beautiful golden body, now racked with pain, lied crumpled almost at Lothar’s feet, his back to his attacker. Angry at having been thwarted, Lothar strode towards his fallen foe.

Lothar grabbed the lord of jungle by his blond hair and dragged him to his knees, then to his feet, wanting to apply the bearhug from behind. Sensing his last possibility, Kazar swiveled to one side, reached down and picked up Lothar in a face-down crotch hold, stomach-dropping him to his waiting knee. It was all done so quickly that Lothar hardly realized what had happened. The big Nubian rolled onto his back, clutching his belly, whereupon Kazar jumped on him with both feet, landing right on the solar plexus. Lothar’s scream was so deafening that the whole jungle seemed to fall in a deep silence, as the blond warrior stand over Lothar, his immense cock swinging from side to side.

Kazar yanked him to his feet by his ears “An eye for an eye, you bastard”, he spat and seizing Lothar by the hand he Irish-whipped him face forward into the palm-tree. Lothar  was slammed at full force against the tree-trunk, face and cock first, half second later Kazar hurled himself at him, his newly swollen cock crashing against his victim’s exposed buns. Then he turned Lothar around, pinning him with his back to the trunk and headbutted him repeatedly in the gut, he pressed himself against  Lothar’s body, and began to punch his gut, lefts and rights, with such a speed that he landed twenty or twentyfive punches in less than 15 seconds..

The blond fighter nailed the larger and taller enemy with a vicious knee-lift to his balls, Lothar started to doubble over only to meet an uppercut to his chin. Kazar stepped away to watch his handywork. A smirk crossed his face. The lord of the jungle wasted little time and quickly closed with his larger opponent. He slammed the palms of his hands against Lothar’s ears. The slap made the big Nubian’s ring as he slid to a seated position, his face abot crotch height. Kazar pulled his right hand back, made a half fist and sent his knuckles into Lothar’s throat. Lothar clutched his throat with both hands. Kazar took immediate advantage of the Nubian’s vulnerability and slammed his foot into his exposed balls, twice. Lothar dropped his right hand to clutch his hurt nuts.

Kazar slapped his face back and forth, Lothar’s head started to spin and he brought his hands to the side of his head to shield it from Kazar’s slaps., as he gained his feet. Kazar took half step back and scoop kicked  him underneath his crotch and racked his balls with his instep. Lothar closed his knees too late and lashed out wildly with a fist, hoping to connect with Kazar’s bull balls and slow down his attacks. Kazar had expected Lothar to try for his balls much sooner and he simply knocked his fist out of the way.

Lothar was almost in a blind rage as Kazar pranced in and out of range, his monster cock and balls swinging tantilizingly between his powerful legs. Lothar wanted to bash his balls before killing him but he understimated the blond jungle lord. Kazar jumped in air and wrapped his muscled legs around his neck and swinging his weight he forced Lothar at a sommersault, slamming him to the ground. Lothar, a little dazed, went to his feet, Kazar bounced back and forth, in and out, each time he landed a blow to the big Nubian’s hulking body. An insulting slap to the side of his head, a punch to the throat or to the gut, or a kick to the balls. Kazar danced around Lothar  and hit him from all angles, not letting him rest or know where the next attack would come from.

Kazar went behind Lothar and drove his toes into Lothar’s swelling scrotum. Lothar fell to his knees, Kazar circled his head under his armpit and bulldogged him face first to the ground. Lothar tried to grab Kazar’s body between his dangerous limbs, but the blond warrior was too fast for him and in no time he was on his feet again .

Slowly the big stunned Nubian gained his feet, Kazar charged, slamming his right shoulder against his gut, lifting him off the ground. With a fluid movement, he lifted his havier opponent on his shoulder and back slammed him back to the ground. Lothar did not have time to react, Kazar had already grabbed both his ankles, lifting them from the ground, his mighty black legs forming a wide V,  Kazar stomped his balls, flattening his swollen scrotum against his bony pubes. Lothar jacknifed in a silence scream of pain but Kazar’s knee hit his nose, breaking it and slamming the big Nubian back to the ground.

Kazar’s power packed stomp demolished the last of Lothar’s defences. Kazar slid between the Nubian’s spread legs and pump handled his battered balls with eight forearms smashes to his vulnerable defenseless balls. Kazar was getting a real charge out of bashing Lothar’s balls and watching them swell to the size of a grapefruit.

Kazar cocked his fist and aimed right for Lothar’s balls. He twisted his fist as his knuckles impacted with Lothar’s manhood, four, five , six times he punched Lothar’s balls with his power packed right  fist. Lothar was delirious as lighting bolts of agonizing pain shot through his crotch as Kazar proceeded to work them over.  Lothar’s scrotum was stretched taughtly over his swollem balls, the skin was paper thin and it appeared as though it would explode at any second.

Kazar grabbed Lothar’s left nut and pinched it between his strong fingers, he felt the swollen mass of flesh that was beginning to turn to mush. Lothar was whimpering in and out of his senses, Kazar stood up and kicked Lothar’s legs even wide apart. He raised his fist over his head and then dropped to his knees, bringing his fist piledriving down with the force of a blockbuster bomb. Lothar’s ball nerly exploded when Kazar’s fist impacted  with his hairy scrotum.

Lothar screamed hoarsely, before blanking out, only to gain again his senses few seconds later when Kazar clawed his mangled manhood with a vicious nut cracker. Kazar twisted his balls twice before leaving them destroyed. Kazar had cracked them and cracked them good.

Lothar was almost when he felt  himself lifted by his ears to a standing position, Kazar was behind him, “ And now baby, for the ultimate bearhug” he said. Lothar felt his ribcage circled by two anacondas, Kazar could hardly circle the immense chest of his enemy, after carefully positioning his feet firmly on the ground, he seized Lothar and in one crunching movement, he put the bearhug, lifting the 360 pounds muscleman right off the mat.

Lothar made a pathetic attempt to fight the hold, but he was a spent force, Kazar doubbled the pressure. All the air was pumped out of his lungs, with another squeeze Kazar broke two or three ribs of the defeated Nubian., who hanged there helpless in Kazar’s deadly embrass.

Lothar was on the verge to pass out, when Kazar opened his arms and the big Nubian fell to his knees, hia arms dangling useless on his sides, his hands resting on the ground, his head bent down, he did not have the force to even lift it. Kazar was just behind him, his legs spreaded, grinning, his arms large along his sides, ready for the last triumph, the ultimate imageof the victor:  “Time to go to bed, slave” as he approached his fallen enemy, circled his neck with his powerfull arms in a sleepering hold, his biceps contracted, reaching an impossible pick, crushing the neck of  the fleebily struggling Lothar in the deadly vise, Lothar stopped to fight, Kazar kept his hold for 30 seconds more, before kicking Lothar’s back to the ground senseless.

Kazar planted his right foot on his neck and screamed his victory howl to the jungle.

The jungle lord massagged his bull balls and stroked his mighty prick, after two days of fights he needed to fuck like never before. He knelt over Lothar’s legs, his hands spreaded wide his asscheeks, he pressed his impossible hard cock against the virgin hole of the mighty Nubian and with a sudden push he entered at full force, with two other thrust his balls slammed against the muscled black buns.. Lothar was waken up by the sharp pain that irradiated from his ass, he screamed in horror, as he felt his insides being ripped apart by that huge prick and began to crawl only to be stopped by two rabbit punches to his neck by the blond warrior.  Kazar began to rape his hated enemy, in and out in most savage way, the blond dominator wanted his reward and the speed and the force of his fuck was simply incredible, Lothar had not even the force to cry, he was whimpering like a baby. After few minutes Kazar reached his orgasm, and screamed again his victory howl, he almost blanked out for the pleasure, it was like a bomd that exploded from his groin up to his brain: he had never felt something like this. For two long minutes he filled Lothar’s ass with his white hot seeds,  sprinkling out of the ravaged ass, forming a small pool between Lothar’s legs.

Kazar collapsed over Lothar’s back. The big Nubiam tried to escape, but Kazar was ready for him.
He grabbed Lothar’s arms, and still inside him, he sat over his ass, and applied a raping camel-clutch. He tortured Lothar for more than 15 minutes befero reaching another powerful orgasm.

Kazar  scissored Lothar’s waist and squeezed him senseless, before raping his ass again.

The blond jungle lord put Lothar in painful Boston crab that had him pleading for mercy for more than half hour, then he raped him again.

Kazar  grabbed Lothar’s right leg and positioned it betwen his legs and arms and applied a painful leglock and anklelock. Lothar screamed and cried, Kazar stopped only when he heard a satysfying sound of ripped legaments, then he fucked his mouth, exploding his powerfull orgasm all over his face and chest.

Kazar sat  on the big Nubian back and dislodged his shoulders from his sockets, then he forced Lothar on his feet, with a sadistic smile he kicked his  sole good leg, right on the knee, breaking it.
The big Nubian collapsed to the ground whimpering in pain. Kazar knelt beside him, he move d his hands over his body, Lothar screamed as the blond’s strong fingers clawed  his gut, his pecs, his face, his armpits, till his whole body was a bloody mess. Kazar face-fucked him again. Lothar lost his senses again.

Kazar was not satysfied yet, he grabbed his wrists and stomped them, breaking each wrist bones, he broke four or five fingers of his hands, before taking his right arm between hia strong hand and with a sudden knee-lift he broke his right arm.

Lothar was on his back, barely alive, his legs broken as well his right arms and both his wrists, 3 or 4 ribs of him, his balls busted, his lungs piersed by his broken ribs, his internal organs destroyed by the claw holds and by the hard rapes, his face was a bloody mess, his nose and lips broken, his eyes swollen shut, scratches all over his body. He was bleeding from his mouth and nose, as well from his cock and ass. Kazar decided to put an end to his misery: he straddle his chest, he spat his face, and pissed in his mouth, then he grabbed his head with both his hands and slowly he turned his head to his right, twisting it to an impossible angle, witha sudden jerk he broke his neck.

Kazar noticed that the sun  had reached the horizon, the last sunset rays  were reaching the jungle land, Kazar collapsed exhausted over the dead body of his most powerful enemy ever.

In the following three days, Kazar freeded the  40 slaves, but not before having fucked them all. It was the greatest victory of the lord of the jungle and the freeded natives created incredible legends about what they had witnesses.]]> <![CDATA[Arrowing Times]]> https://arenafighter.adult/mybb/showthread.php?tid=4035 Mon, 17 Feb 2020 01:29:26 +0000 Arrowagony]]> https://arenafighter.adult/mybb/showthread.php?tid=4035 Most people forget that in moments of intense excitement there are periods of intense lucidity which reveal both the non uniform and non universal nature of time. The events of my death were one such moment. I was a soldier in the Roman army and it was at the battle of Carthage where I was killed. In hindsight I was destined to be slain on that day. Every man in Roman dress present at the battle lost his life. So it was inevitable that I would be killed too. We were outnumbered and the weapons of the enemy was formidable. No tactical military decision would have reversed the outcome of the battle. There were stories of a handful of cowardly mercenaries that ran away disguised in the robes of fallen Carthaginians, but they weren't Romans, in fact I struggle to call them men!

There were two constituent parts to the excitement that I felt in battle: killing and being killed. One was the thought and act of killing other soldiers, usually other men who wanted to kill me. Killing is not an abstract act that happens in isolation, it Is I that kills an other. This alone would have been enough to sustain the genuine unrelenting hard on I experienced during any battle. The first time I fought it had come as a surprise. Afterwards the men with more experience suggested I do as them and strap my penis to my thigh with a leather sheath when fighting to not distract them or myself in the throes battle. In addition it somewhat protected me from suffering a mentally and physically painful and slow death where the erect penis is sliced off by a sword or axe blade. Being well endowed made one a target for being "cut down to size". Like most male soldiers I loved this strong sexual excitement I felt in battle. It enabled us to overcome the fear of battle. This aspect of ancient warfare seems to have been removed from the history books. I would be hard with anticipation before I thrust my gladius or pillum into the other man's chest, waiting to hear his cry or scream, to watch the surprised look of agony on his face, the disbelief in his eyes, to feel the spray of his blood, to see him fall down and die. And I loved it. It was always great, always slightly different, a stifled scream, a guttural moan, an embarrassed look. Sometimes I would kill ten men in a battle, sometimes I would even kill twenty men. Oh it was lovely to be in battle. It was intensely sexual and made so hard. I often came as I killed soldiers. My cock would explode, spurting ejaculate down my right thigh, to which it was strapped with an open leather sheath. My right sandal and the toes of my right foot would be spattered with cum. Fellow soldiers would know whether I had had a "good day" in battle by glancing my sandals! It felt marvellous releasing my load as I killed another man, and then seconds later doing it again. Of hcourse I could not always recharge fully between kills, but it felt good anyway to pull the trigger even if there was no bolt loaded.

The second constituent component was the thought and fear of being killed. Needless to say this was more theoretical and abstract as up until this point I had not experienced the act of being killed by another. However the excitement of potential death was very real which was in no way diminished by reciprocal act of killing. And for me it had always been very strong and arousing. The night before my first battle as a new Roman recruit I had a strong erection, the whole night long, thinking about being killed in battle the next day. The other men, aware of the phenomenon made fun of my restless night and wearing "my sword" to bed! I was embarrassed but then as we marched into battle I noticed that most of the men were hard too and I realised they were just as excited about being killed. I relaxed a bit, just a little and began to enjoy being so hard and fully erect as I marched into battle. I feared being killed by arrow warfare. I felt that I was impotent to prevent my own death by an enemy archer. An arrow could skewer a man in plate armour at 200 yards. My first battle was against the Egyptians and their prowess with the bow using charioteer archers was legendary. I will never forget the utter terror as they drove towards us with the rumblings of the distant chariots growing louder like approaching thunder. And then when I thought my erection couldn't be any harder I heard the whoosh of their bows as they unleashed a deadly rain of arrows. I badly wanted to grab my erect cock and masturbate to release the unbearable tension that I felt growing in my throbbing cock. Seconds later men beside me screamed as they were skewered. I heard many Romans screaming. It was a horrible sound, the sound of hundreds of fully grown men screaming as they were killed. But it only made me harder as I feared suffering the same fate. I saw my fellow soldiers skewered by the deadly indiscriminate shafts. Some died quickly. One soldier was skewered through his helmet. His face was completely red as the blood streamed down his dead face with open eyes and mouth. Another soldier I recognised was clutching a shaft that had been shot through his throat. His mouth was open in agony but he was unable to scream. His eyes were pleading for help. I felt ashamed I couldn't do anything apart from maintain my hard on. I looked away to see an older centurion staggering backwards. He had been skewered through his chest by an arrow that he was clasping with blood red hands. At first he grimaced in silence as his face contorted in agony. But then he could not contain his agony and let out a guttural scream: "AGGGHHHHRR!" and dropped to his knees. Between his legs I caught sight of his enlarged erect penis. He let go of the arrow with his left hand and felt for the shaft tip sticking out of his back. "OH MY GOD!" The elderly soldier uttered as he realised he was going to die. He keeled over onto his side and writhed and groaned in agony. I undid his sandal buckles and removed them from his mature feet because I wanted his fancy centurion sandals and he didn't need them anyway. Actually I'm wearing those very same sandals today. His death throes were both a horrific and a huge turn on. The sight of that barefoot centurion dying hard in agony made me so aroused. I was so glad it was him and not me. But if a soldier that experienced could be killed, I realised that I could too, at any moment! Another new recruit turned around to watch me steal the old man sandals. "Hey! I want the old man's sandals" he yelled before being drilled by a shaft through his back. He uttered a protracted "UGHHHH!!" grasping the bloody arrowhead protruding from his breastplate. Another shaft protruded from his tunic - he was just as hard as me! I also took his new sandals and left him barefoot where he had fallen dead.

I watch the arrowhead rotating slowly as it drills into the armour breastplate of thick hardened leather that encases my large chest and torso. I am amazed as I never realised that arrows spin! I am surprised how detached I am about this observation, almost as if this wasn't my body that I am watching being drilled by this spinning shaft. But as the shaft continues to spin, I observe the arrowhead tip begin to penetrate the leather armour. At this point the thought strikes me that it would be a good idea to stop the arrow from continuing to spin and drill into my armour otherwise IT WILL PENETRATE MY ARMOUR and pierce me. It is a cold thought, forged with lucidity, not as one my imagine born out of panic. It seems bizarre how much time there is to think. I decide to grab the slow moving arrow with my empty left hand. But nothing happens! My arm doesn't move. As a soldier it goes against my years of battle experience, but I need to stop this arrow or I WILL BE KILLED, so I drop the gladius in my right hand to clasp the arrow with it. But nothing happens. The gladius is still in my hand, gripped firmly by my blood drenched fingers. In horror I realise that the slowly spinning arrow is not spinning slowly! It is drilling into my chest a normal speed. It is my perception of time that has changed. I now notice my limbs responding to the impulse to clutch the shaft I'm being drilled with. They are moving but with speed of the hands of a clock, almost imperceptibly slowly. I'm being killed in slow motion! My hands won't reach the arrow in time to stop it! Oh My God!! I notice how hard I am. I feel the arrowhead penetrating my sternum. I can see some bone dust and fragments amid a fine mist of blood droplets being expelled as the arrowhead slowly proceeds through my breastplate armour. I can hear my sternum splintering and shatter with the violent momentum of the arrow pushing into my chest. I understand why all those arrowed soldiers clutch the shaft protruding from their chest in futility. Like me, they were all trying to stop the arrow before it killed them! And like them I will fail. It is the horrific secret arrowed men learn at their death. I will make the same useless pose, clutching the shaft that will skewer me. The spinning slender bronze bodkin arrowhead disappears through my decorative leather armour. Incredible pain radiates from my punctured chest in pangs of intense agony that contorts my weathered male face and forces me to grimace. The arrow breaks through my breastbone and slides deeper inside my rib cage as I watch in utter horror, incable of altering its steadfast journey through my chest cavity! Around me soldiers appear as statues in various stages of delivering and receiving death. A fellow soldier, skewered through his chest by an arrow, is in the process of falling to his knees screaming. The bloody arrow is sticking 6 inches out of his back! He too is clutching the arrow shaft as he arches backwards writhing in his final agony. The poor man is suffering horribly. I realise I am in for a similar fate! Oh my God! My arrow's sharp bodkin easily pierces my lung sack and enters the spongy lung tissues. I feel my warm blood slowly filling my lungs. At first there is a pleasant warming sensation. But as the experience continues there is sharp searing pain, and as the air volume of my collapsing lung reduces with the filling blood I feel a terrifying feeling of drowning. It is agony to breath and as I open my mouth to breath in I cough. In the distance a man's arm is outstretched holding an undrawn bow. His other hand is open at his chin where he released the arrow. He is smiling at me. There is a glint in his eye. The arrow entering my chest is his arrow. He is grinning with the anticipation of my death throes. Oh my God he is going to get off on my death! I hate the thought of my death giving pleasure to this lowly enemy archer. How is it right that this bowman can shoot a senior Roman centurion to death. Then I recall all the old soldiers I slayed without any mercy. How they obliged me with their erotic death throes, their embarrassing death dances, the death faces they made as they contorted and grimaced in awful agony, and the screams and groans they uttered as I dispatched each and everyone of them to a horrific death. It made me hard and it still makes me hard thinking about killing those disgusted poor old men. And now it is my turn to perform for my fucking archer. Why me? Does he enjoy killing old men? - He doesn't look much younger than me! Maybe it is the centurion uniform or perhaps these sandals that I'm wearing. Will he brag about slaying this old centurion with his friends or wives? The arrow punctures my heart. There is a disconcerting noise as a spray of blood spurts rhythmically from my chest. I know this is fatal and I WILL DIE. I'm so going to my death now. The thought of certain and inevitable death turns me on hugely. My strapped penis is bulging in its leather sheath trying to erect. The arrowhead bursts through the central heart wall into another atrium before slicing through my aorta. A spasm of the most excruciating pain emanates from my failing heart. Amazingly it continues beating with the arrow shaft through it, but also generating an agony like I have never experienced. I just want to die now! I want to die unnoticed, that my men won't see their centurion enduring such a horrific death, distracting them from their fighting duty to Rome. Just when I thought the agony had reached its maximum the arrow bursts through my spine sending a crescendo of pain that reverberates throughout my entire body. Against my best efforts I throw my head back and my ugly contorted face looks skyward. My opening mouth emits a deafening blood curdling scream involuntarily: "AGGGHHHHRR!!". Let my death throes begin so that I can get this over! My screams delight my grinning killer who watches me intently. His arrow breaks out of my back and out through my armour. The red dripping shaft sticks out a full 6 inches. At last my hands are clutching the part of the shaft that protrudes from my breastplate. I arch my back in agony and scream again. I stagger backwards trying to remain standing, as if that will prevent my death. I don't want to be here. But I know there is nowhere to go and die alone quietly. I look foolish clutching the shaft as I stagger screaming. I sink to my knees. This act pleases my bowman. I think of all the men I killed and how I loved when they fell to the ground too. I know what he feels. The Roman men glance at me in horror with dropped jaws and look away. I am an awful reminder of their own mortality. Unfortunately for most, their fate will be to endure an arrow death today too! I feel the blood dripping on my sandalled bare heels, the figure of a kneeling arrowed soldier, killed in battle. I hear another cry: "UGHHHHRRR!!". It is my bowman who has been shot with an arrow. Lovely! Fucking lovely. All men die and I fought hard and died like a man.]]> Most people forget that in moments of intense excitement there are periods of intense lucidity which reveal both the non uniform and non universal nature of time. The events of my death were one such moment. I was a soldier in the Roman army and it was at the battle of Carthage where I was killed. In hindsight I was destined to be slain on that day. Every man in Roman dress present at the battle lost his life. So it was inevitable that I would be killed too. We were outnumbered and the weapons of the enemy was formidable. No tactical military decision would have reversed the outcome of the battle. There were stories of a handful of cowardly mercenaries that ran away disguised in the robes of fallen Carthaginians, but they weren't Romans, in fact I struggle to call them men!

There were two constituent parts to the excitement that I felt in battle: killing and being killed. One was the thought and act of killing other soldiers, usually other men who wanted to kill me. Killing is not an abstract act that happens in isolation, it Is I that kills an other. This alone would have been enough to sustain the genuine unrelenting hard on I experienced during any battle. The first time I fought it had come as a surprise. Afterwards the men with more experience suggested I do as them and strap my penis to my thigh with a leather sheath when fighting to not distract them or myself in the throes battle. In addition it somewhat protected me from suffering a mentally and physically painful and slow death where the erect penis is sliced off by a sword or axe blade. Being well endowed made one a target for being "cut down to size". Like most male soldiers I loved this strong sexual excitement I felt in battle. It enabled us to overcome the fear of battle. This aspect of ancient warfare seems to have been removed from the history books. I would be hard with anticipation before I thrust my gladius or pillum into the other man's chest, waiting to hear his cry or scream, to watch the surprised look of agony on his face, the disbelief in his eyes, to feel the spray of his blood, to see him fall down and die. And I loved it. It was always great, always slightly different, a stifled scream, a guttural moan, an embarrassed look. Sometimes I would kill ten men in a battle, sometimes I would even kill twenty men. Oh it was lovely to be in battle. It was intensely sexual and made so hard. I often came as I killed soldiers. My cock would explode, spurting ejaculate down my right thigh, to which it was strapped with an open leather sheath. My right sandal and the toes of my right foot would be spattered with cum. Fellow soldiers would know whether I had had a "good day" in battle by glancing my sandals! It felt marvellous releasing my load as I killed another man, and then seconds later doing it again. Of hcourse I could not always recharge fully between kills, but it felt good anyway to pull the trigger even if there was no bolt loaded.

The second constituent component was the thought and fear of being killed. Needless to say this was more theoretical and abstract as up until this point I had not experienced the act of being killed by another. However the excitement of potential death was very real which was in no way diminished by reciprocal act of killing. And for me it had always been very strong and arousing. The night before my first battle as a new Roman recruit I had a strong erection, the whole night long, thinking about being killed in battle the next day. The other men, aware of the phenomenon made fun of my restless night and wearing "my sword" to bed! I was embarrassed but then as we marched into battle I noticed that most of the men were hard too and I realised they were just as excited about being killed. I relaxed a bit, just a little and began to enjoy being so hard and fully erect as I marched into battle. I feared being killed by arrow warfare. I felt that I was impotent to prevent my own death by an enemy archer. An arrow could skewer a man in plate armour at 200 yards. My first battle was against the Egyptians and their prowess with the bow using charioteer archers was legendary. I will never forget the utter terror as they drove towards us with the rumblings of the distant chariots growing louder like approaching thunder. And then when I thought my erection couldn't be any harder I heard the whoosh of their bows as they unleashed a deadly rain of arrows. I badly wanted to grab my erect cock and masturbate to release the unbearable tension that I felt growing in my throbbing cock. Seconds later men beside me screamed as they were skewered. I heard many Romans screaming. It was a horrible sound, the sound of hundreds of fully grown men screaming as they were killed. But it only made me harder as I feared suffering the same fate. I saw my fellow soldiers skewered by the deadly indiscriminate shafts. Some died quickly. One soldier was skewered through his helmet. His face was completely red as the blood streamed down his dead face with open eyes and mouth. Another soldier I recognised was clutching a shaft that had been shot through his throat. His mouth was open in agony but he was unable to scream. His eyes were pleading for help. I felt ashamed I couldn't do anything apart from maintain my hard on. I looked away to see an older centurion staggering backwards. He had been skewered through his chest by an arrow that he was clasping with blood red hands. At first he grimaced in silence as his face contorted in agony. But then he could not contain his agony and let out a guttural scream: "AGGGHHHHRR!" and dropped to his knees. Between his legs I caught sight of his enlarged erect penis. He let go of the arrow with his left hand and felt for the shaft tip sticking out of his back. "OH MY GOD!" The elderly soldier uttered as he realised he was going to die. He keeled over onto his side and writhed and groaned in agony. I undid his sandal buckles and removed them from his mature feet because I wanted his fancy centurion sandals and he didn't need them anyway. Actually I'm wearing those very same sandals today. His death throes were both a horrific and a huge turn on. The sight of that barefoot centurion dying hard in agony made me so aroused. I was so glad it was him and not me. But if a soldier that experienced could be killed, I realised that I could too, at any moment! Another new recruit turned around to watch me steal the old man sandals. "Hey! I want the old man's sandals" he yelled before being drilled by a shaft through his back. He uttered a protracted "UGHHHH!!" grasping the bloody arrowhead protruding from his breastplate. Another shaft protruded from his tunic - he was just as hard as me! I also took his new sandals and left him barefoot where he had fallen dead.

I watch the arrowhead rotating slowly as it drills into the armour breastplate of thick hardened leather that encases my large chest and torso. I am amazed as I never realised that arrows spin! I am surprised how detached I am about this observation, almost as if this wasn't my body that I am watching being drilled by this spinning shaft. But as the shaft continues to spin, I observe the arrowhead tip begin to penetrate the leather armour. At this point the thought strikes me that it would be a good idea to stop the arrow from continuing to spin and drill into my armour otherwise IT WILL PENETRATE MY ARMOUR and pierce me. It is a cold thought, forged with lucidity, not as one my imagine born out of panic. It seems bizarre how much time there is to think. I decide to grab the slow moving arrow with my empty left hand. But nothing happens! My arm doesn't move. As a soldier it goes against my years of battle experience, but I need to stop this arrow or I WILL BE KILLED, so I drop the gladius in my right hand to clasp the arrow with it. But nothing happens. The gladius is still in my hand, gripped firmly by my blood drenched fingers. In horror I realise that the slowly spinning arrow is not spinning slowly! It is drilling into my chest a normal speed. It is my perception of time that has changed. I now notice my limbs responding to the impulse to clutch the shaft I'm being drilled with. They are moving but with speed of the hands of a clock, almost imperceptibly slowly. I'm being killed in slow motion! My hands won't reach the arrow in time to stop it! Oh My God!! I notice how hard I am. I feel the arrowhead penetrating my sternum. I can see some bone dust and fragments amid a fine mist of blood droplets being expelled as the arrowhead slowly proceeds through my breastplate armour. I can hear my sternum splintering and shatter with the violent momentum of the arrow pushing into my chest. I understand why all those arrowed soldiers clutch the shaft protruding from their chest in futility. Like me, they were all trying to stop the arrow before it killed them! And like them I will fail. It is the horrific secret arrowed men learn at their death. I will make the same useless pose, clutching the shaft that will skewer me. The spinning slender bronze bodkin arrowhead disappears through my decorative leather armour. Incredible pain radiates from my punctured chest in pangs of intense agony that contorts my weathered male face and forces me to grimace. The arrow breaks through my breastbone and slides deeper inside my rib cage as I watch in utter horror, incable of altering its steadfast journey through my chest cavity! Around me soldiers appear as statues in various stages of delivering and receiving death. A fellow soldier, skewered through his chest by an arrow, is in the process of falling to his knees screaming. The bloody arrow is sticking 6 inches out of his back! He too is clutching the arrow shaft as he arches backwards writhing in his final agony. The poor man is suffering horribly. I realise I am in for a similar fate! Oh my God! My arrow's sharp bodkin easily pierces my lung sack and enters the spongy lung tissues. I feel my warm blood slowly filling my lungs. At first there is a pleasant warming sensation. But as the experience continues there is sharp searing pain, and as the air volume of my collapsing lung reduces with the filling blood I feel a terrifying feeling of drowning. It is agony to breath and as I open my mouth to breath in I cough. In the distance a man's arm is outstretched holding an undrawn bow. His other hand is open at his chin where he released the arrow. He is smiling at me. There is a glint in his eye. The arrow entering my chest is his arrow. He is grinning with the anticipation of my death throes. Oh my God he is going to get off on my death! I hate the thought of my death giving pleasure to this lowly enemy archer. How is it right that this bowman can shoot a senior Roman centurion to death. Then I recall all the old soldiers I slayed without any mercy. How they obliged me with their erotic death throes, their embarrassing death dances, the death faces they made as they contorted and grimaced in awful agony, and the screams and groans they uttered as I dispatched each and everyone of them to a horrific death. It made me hard and it still makes me hard thinking about killing those disgusted poor old men. And now it is my turn to perform for my fucking archer. Why me? Does he enjoy killing old men? - He doesn't look much younger than me! Maybe it is the centurion uniform or perhaps these sandals that I'm wearing. Will he brag about slaying this old centurion with his friends or wives? The arrow punctures my heart. There is a disconcerting noise as a spray of blood spurts rhythmically from my chest. I know this is fatal and I WILL DIE. I'm so going to my death now. The thought of certain and inevitable death turns me on hugely. My strapped penis is bulging in its leather sheath trying to erect. The arrowhead bursts through the central heart wall into another atrium before slicing through my aorta. A spasm of the most excruciating pain emanates from my failing heart. Amazingly it continues beating with the arrow shaft through it, but also generating an agony like I have never experienced. I just want to die now! I want to die unnoticed, that my men won't see their centurion enduring such a horrific death, distracting them from their fighting duty to Rome. Just when I thought the agony had reached its maximum the arrow bursts through my spine sending a crescendo of pain that reverberates throughout my entire body. Against my best efforts I throw my head back and my ugly contorted face looks skyward. My opening mouth emits a deafening blood curdling scream involuntarily: "AGGGHHHHRR!!". Let my death throes begin so that I can get this over! My screams delight my grinning killer who watches me intently. His arrow breaks out of my back and out through my armour. The red dripping shaft sticks out a full 6 inches. At last my hands are clutching the part of the shaft that protrudes from my breastplate. I arch my back in agony and scream again. I stagger backwards trying to remain standing, as if that will prevent my death. I don't want to be here. But I know there is nowhere to go and die alone quietly. I look foolish clutching the shaft as I stagger screaming. I sink to my knees. This act pleases my bowman. I think of all the men I killed and how I loved when they fell to the ground too. I know what he feels. The Roman men glance at me in horror with dropped jaws and look away. I am an awful reminder of their own mortality. Unfortunately for most, their fate will be to endure an arrow death today too! I feel the blood dripping on my sandalled bare heels, the figure of a kneeling arrowed soldier, killed in battle. I hear another cry: "UGHHHHRRR!!". It is my bowman who has been shot with an arrow. Lovely! Fucking lovely. All men die and I fought hard and died like a man.]]> <![CDATA[belly button bayonetting]]> https://arenafighter.adult/mybb/showthread.php?tid=3654 Wed, 11 Dec 2019 06:21:37 +0000 bare chested warrior]]> https://arenafighter.adult/mybb/showthread.php?tid=3654 Bare chested warrior explores belly button bayoneting.

The Pirate Island authorities chastised the Field Colonel. The accuracy and competency of the soldiers weapon firing hit a new low. The results from recent firing range activities were disturbing. The authorities ordered him to cull soldiers who couldn’t meet minimum firing standards. In the context of Pirate Island culling meant eliminating. The Field Colonel was tough enough to handle the situation but he wisely used his staff to come up with inventive scenarios.

Capt Farrell reconsidered a trench warfare scenario which had been discarded because of other activities. He chose to visit the training area and meet the bayonet trainers. Lt Brandon accompanied him. Bayonet training was infrequently scheduled compared to weapons training on the firing range. In fact only one bayonet trainer was on duty. Maybe there was only one bayonet trainer.

Staff Sgt Brenoit looked the part of a soldier primed to kill the enemy. Both Capt Farrell and Lt Brandon had immediate confidence in him. The Staff Sgt delegated a Cpl to supervise six shooters so that he could answer the Capt’s questions. He was surprised when the Capt asked about the bayonet in particular. Bayonets were mostly overlooked in discussions about weapons.

Capt Farrell knew nothing about the World War 1 reconstruction fight which featured bayonets. An ex-marine donated a box of historic weapons equiped with modified bayonets. Maybe these weapons are in storage somewhere on Pirate Island. Lt Brandon heard rumours about it; who was this ex-marine? He believed there was a waiting list to participate in this three year event. True? And if so who kept the list?

Capt Farrell had an unusual skill. He convinced rank and file soldiers to spill the beans on their deepest, fight, wishes. Staff Sgt Brenoit was no exception. He dreamt of soldiers fighting naked but wearing boots armed with bayonets only. Capt Farrell expected him to spell out the consequences. The close quarter combat would see an emphasis on wounds to belly buttons and chests. The bayonet itself could be used as a cutting weapon. On what? Lt Brandon laughed, then the three of them laughed. Lt Brandon said “Of course. The soldiers’ cocks would be erect and primed for cutting.” Capt Farrell added “The soldiers will cut off the balls at the very moment a bayonet plunges into their belly buttons. Neat.” Staff Sgt Brenoit looked embarrassed. His erect cock jutted against his camouflage trousers. Capt Farrell and Lt Brandon smiled again. “Are you up to leading a bayonet fight? You need to bear in mind that any number of naked soldiers will target your erect cock. Go on. Meet the challenge. Your erect cock is saying yes. It welcomes danger.” Capt Farrell had seen many erect cocks face danger including his own.

“Let’s get back to the soldiers on the firing range. Who is hitting the target? I mean 100%.”
“Sir, four of these soldiers are outstanding shots. The remaining two soldiers are frankly lousy shots.”
“Make a note of these and other lousy shots. You will hear from us in due course. Back to your duties.” 
Staff Sgt Benoit saluted the Capt, returned to the rifle range. He wondered which soldiers would be prepared for an intensive, bayonet, fight. The Capt was right about the erect cock. He felt it as hard as a rock and primed for action. He knew in his heart of hearts that he wanted to cut off cocks and balls.  Of course, his bayonet training conditioned him to appreciate belly button thrusts.

The reader might reasonably ask why a Major was not issuing orders to Capt Farrell. The Colonel was in a bad mood after his reprimand. He ordered MPs to put the Major in the Brig for a few days. No doubt the MPs and their inmates would work over his thick cock and big balls in the notorious Brig showers. Too bad if he couldn’t cope. His position was deliberately left vacant.  A few months ago the Major supervised a training session for probationary Lts. He neglected the entire subjects of capturing prisoners, handling, and executions. Any briefings would have to address these items.

The head of the rifle range compiled the statistics and names of soldiers who were lousy shots. There was enough for a company of approximately thirty three but that wasn’t enough for an in-depth belly button assault. Capt Farrell dismissed the scenario of a battle reconstruction. Nevertheless a waiting list of volunteers would be useful. Belly buttons attracted substantial interest in fetish groups. Volunteers would be prepared to use bayonets without mercy. Furthermore some of them would expect to cut off cocks and balls in the course of any contact.

Capt Huston, a marine officer who had worked with Capt Farrell on a previous exercise, knew who knew about the battle reconstruction group. He wondered whether the ex-marine weapons donator could be asked to observe and/or take part as a courtesy. He might prefer a contact where the modified WW1 bayonets were re-used. Retired Marine Sgt Major Ralph Davis was flattered to be remembered but was shortly leading a tour of World War 1 battlefields. He formally replied to the Commander.
“Sir. Pass on my best wishes to the soldiers taking part in the forthcoming belly button bayoneting event. I am travelling to the World War 1 battle sites where the bayonet was a valued weapon. Other veterans and I will raise a toast in their honour.”

The volunteer list was predictably out of date. Repostings, actual combat overseas, discharges. Nevertheless Big Brother has a way of tracking volunteers down. The opportunity to bayonet soldiers in the guts is too persuasive. Capt Huston was happy to organise their collection, transport to Pirate Island, tent accommodation, clothing and boots reissue if necessary. A military holiday in short except that many of them would not return.

Pirate Island authorities had fiscal and other restrictions like the rest of the military. There would be no volunteers shipped in from outside Pirate Island. In truth a gung-ho Lt Seppler was eager to fight with his company. A pulp fiction describes such fighters as “a man among men” —hairy chests, impressive cocks and big balls, eager to contact the enemy. The soldiers in his company had no qualms about killing the enemy nor reservations about fighting naked. Lt Brandon heard about Lt Seppler on the Military Cattle Cut Club grapevine. He qualified as a star recruit to the Club. It will be interesting to see whether he combines belly button bayoneting with the cock and balls cutting promoted by the Club. Maybe Lt Seppler’s military career will be a flash in the pan—a meteoritic rise to power followed by a soldier getting lucky and cutting off the Lt’s cock and balls. It has happened before.

Capt Farrell surprised the engineers when he requested they refurbish the existing trench area. Their equipment could easily move the sand which had covered over areas. Nothing had been changed. For that reason there were gibbets for hanging executions left in place. The Capt toyed with the idea of removing them but remembered that a previous Colonel had insisted on them. At this point the engineers had no information about the proposed exercise. They suspected that the trenches would feature bayonetting as in the previous reconstruction event. Capt Farrell agreed to return in three days time to the site. He would inspect the engineers and their work then. For a change they will report bare buff—with exposed chests. The Capt has few opportunities to inspect hairy or non-hairy chests of his soldiers.

Lt Kelly drew the short straw to lead the company of lousy shots. Lt Brandon briefed him on the unusual aspects of the event. As an integral part of the belly button bayonetting soldiers were encouraged to hunt down, capture and execute prisoners. When group numbers permitted the prisoners could be forced to execute each other. For instance three soldiers could target each other’s belly button. A hot scenario! 

Lt Brandon asked Lt Kelly a personal question. Was his barrack’s nickname “ball crusher”? Lt Kelly said yes he would like it to be “ball crusher”. During his officer training the other recruits quickly found out—mostly in the showers—that he enjoyed squeezing their balls.

“Close quarter combat has many variations. Your soldiers will insert bayonets into belly buttons. I say Enjoy! What about the erect cocks? The Capt wishes some procedures to be followed. Spurt where possible. Then pulp the balls. This is strictly followed by the bayonet cutting off the cock and balls. Presto. The bayonet blade is inserted in the belly button. Be warned that the target can still use his bayonet to insert his opponent’s belly button. In point of fact the Capt recommends that you pass on the message that balls can be pulped.”
Lt Kelly smiled. “I will do my duty and follow the Captain’s recommendation.”

Lt Brandon continued. “The selected soldiers will assemble in training area C for a few days of training, rest and recreation. Lt Kelly. You will be in charge and direct their activities. They will be isolated from all other units. Staff Sgt Brenoit, our resident bayonet weapons trainer, will refresh the soldiers in their handling of the weapon. You can order him to join in the real exercise.”
Lt Brandon started to walk away but needed to mention something else.
“Lt Kelly. The soldiers on your side will be identified by an “x” marking across the belly buttons. This will be applied shortly before the combat. Good luck pulping any bull-sized balls.”

Preparations progressed over the next week. Capt Farrell chose to leave the gibbets but ordered the engineers to position ready made nooses. An old fashioned noosing would be an unexpected execution. The deep trenches were in the middle of the killing zone; the areas beside were flat. One gibbet per side. There was enough room for two companies to spread out. The critical question was how they would interact.

Broadly speaking most soldiers were excited at the prospect of bayonetting belly buttons. The danger to their own belly buttons was a fact of fighting. Their cocks and balls were primed for action. They were truly macho with their exposed chests and naked bodies. The nervous soldiers took awhile to hold their bayonets correctly. For some the x across the belly button made it easy. The group motivation to thrust the bayonet into the belly button was compelling; the danger was the opponent whose bayonet was targeting the reciprocal belly button. Who cares? The chances of surviving were slim. They had to bayonet as many belly buttons as possible. For others the combat was an opportunity to cut off cocks and balls, maybe crush balls, and even hang a target.

Capt Farrell tasked Military Policemen at the last minute to provide perimeter protection and execute any would-be escapers. He insisted they wear boots but be otherwise fully exposed.

The opposing forces share mixed feelings at the moment of confrontation. Their cocks and balls tell them a hard story. Strong arms and shoulders hold the rifles with bayonets. Yes, it’s a relief not to worry about loading cartridges and firing. The blades of the bayonets are certainly razor sharp; they will easily penetrate belly buttons. The critical question is which bayonet gets to the target first. Or do both bayonets succeed together?

The soldiers wearing regulation boots churned up the sand. A few felt playful and threw sand over each other’s cocks and balls. This was a light moment before the serious start of belly button bayonetting.

The trenches cater for uncompromising belly button bayonetting. The narrowness of the gulf between sandy walls, the claustrophobia, the shouting and exaltation permit mass close quarter combat. The lousy shots had an “x” black marking on their belly buttons.

Lt Kelly delegated Staff Sgt Benoit to lead some of the lousy shots into the trenches. This would be the Staff Sgt’s most memorable experience as a soldier. His belly button bayonetting skills were spot on. The first target required the longest time for a kill. He was visually distracted by the target’s hairy chest, erect cock and big balls. His own cock responded to the dangerous situation. The first target thought that the “x” marking would make it easier. Wrong in this instance. The Staff Sgt plunged his bayonet into the target’s belly button. The target shrieked in pain, dropped his bayonet. This exposed the erect cock and balls. Too tempting. The Staff Sgt withdrew the blood drenched bayonet, cut the target’s cock shaft and grasped the balls. Another temptation. He crushed the balls. The first target buckled over and fell into the sand where he writhed in pain.

The Staff Sgt’s bayonet training classes proved invaluable. His pupils may have been lousy shots on the rifle range but they now excelled on the belly button bayonet exercise. Not all of them would survive.

Lt Kelly instructed the lousy shots to make up for it by bayonetting the belly buttons. They could follow this through with cutting off cocks and crushing balls. He made it sound too easy. Well, it was easy for some. Others felt an unwelcome bayonet striking home in their own belly buttons. Yet it was not too late to reciprocate. There were a number of striking duels where both soldiers both bayonetted each other and cut off each other’s cocks. Crushing balls was an optional extra.

What was the experience of other privates? They enjoyed the freedom of fighting naked. Their cocks responded accordingly to the danger. More than a few were trapped and unable to fight themselves out of their predicament. There’s no such thing as fairness when soldiers are fighting for their lives. Teamwork pitted the captured against two, three assailants. Capturing a target was the first step towards a good career move. 

Lt. Seppler was in his element. Today’s fighting was elemental. Naked man-to-man close quarter combat. Erect cocks. Tight balls. He was excited that his own cock jutted out from pubic hair but below his belly button.

Lt. Seppler intended to promote privates who demonstrated outstanding skills in this killing zone. He had three in mind. Pte Marco had definite leadership potential. He organised three comrades to capture an enemy Pte. The four of them proceeded to hang the bewildered Pte who was expecting a belly button thrust. Pte Parr was more inventive. Two comrades captured and pinned an enemy Pte. Pte Parr thrust the bayonet fully into the belly button; one of his comrades sliced into the cock shaft; the other comrade cut off the balls. Pte Rutter got into a dangerous, group, ploy. Ten soldiers faced each other off. Ten erect cocks, twenty bull-sized balls, ten extra sharp bayonet blades—what could go wrong? MPs encircled the ten such that there was no escape. The ten had to score a belly button. To the last man? Pte Rutter was literally the last man of this ten man group to survive with a belly button intact. For the moment. The MPs made it clear that Pte Rutter had to fight on. He tired. A bad move. A bayonet plunged into his belly button. One less promotion for Lt. Seppler to consider.

The MPs executed an escapee on the second hanging construction. The escapee was a lousy shot candidate but he had a nice set of cock and balls. Hairy chest too. A pity but military orders are orders. The MPs pulled off the cock once the noose had tightened. There was lots of sperm.

A few of the highlights:
two against one: in most instances two prevail. One grabbed the opponent’s cock and balls from behind. The erect cock spurted. One pulped the balls. Ouch! A bayonet now sliced off the cock and shattered balls. The second plunged the bayonet into the belly button.
three against one: classic gladiator manoeuvre. Mostly the target has no defence against three bayonets. However, in desperation the target can try and in some cases succeeds in belly button bayonetting an opponent.
unexpected execution: hangings, cocks spurt for the last time.
back in the trenches: the real thing. Mass belly button bayonetting.

What happened to Staff Sgt Brenoit? He bayonetted two targets before another one got lucky. At least his cock spurted before the bayonet entered his belly button.

What happened to Lt Seppler? The number of casualties surprised him. He simply didn’t expect the rag tag opponents to be so confident and capable. In another frame of mind he would admire them for their courage, determination and gung-ho attitude.
His own company fought hard. He was pleased when some of them cut off the cocks and balls as well as belly button bayonetted. The bayonet blade was unbelievably sharp.

What happened to Lt Kelly? He demonstrated crushing balls for the uninitiated. This was his peak moment but one set was not enough. His military career ended in a fitting way. A mere pte grasped his balls; he reciprocated. The anticipation to crush the balls was thrilling. They both had the same idea. Ouch! The pte followed through with his bayonet straight into the officer’s belly button. Lt Kelly cursed, sliced off the pte’s cock before he plunged his bayonet into the belly button.

The MPs had top secret orders to execute the wounded from both sides. Lt Seppler rounded up his ten survivors some of whom looked weary from the full frontal combat. None the less their cocks looked healthy. He called them to attention, showed them his erect cock and ordered them to pull each other off. The mass spurting was a sensible end to the day’s carnage.

The Field Colonel took all the credit for the success of this belly button bayonetting. No surprise! His own belly button remained untouched but not for long. Conspirators would find a way to include him in a future close quarter event. Look no further than the Major released from MP custody. The MPs gave him a taste for a manly payback.]]> Bare chested warrior explores belly button bayoneting.

The Pirate Island authorities chastised the Field Colonel. The accuracy and competency of the soldiers weapon firing hit a new low. The results from recent firing range activities were disturbing. The authorities ordered him to cull soldiers who couldn’t meet minimum firing standards. In the context of Pirate Island culling meant eliminating. The Field Colonel was tough enough to handle the situation but he wisely used his staff to come up with inventive scenarios.

Capt Farrell reconsidered a trench warfare scenario which had been discarded because of other activities. He chose to visit the training area and meet the bayonet trainers. Lt Brandon accompanied him. Bayonet training was infrequently scheduled compared to weapons training on the firing range. In fact only one bayonet trainer was on duty. Maybe there was only one bayonet trainer.

Staff Sgt Brenoit looked the part of a soldier primed to kill the enemy. Both Capt Farrell and Lt Brandon had immediate confidence in him. The Staff Sgt delegated a Cpl to supervise six shooters so that he could answer the Capt’s questions. He was surprised when the Capt asked about the bayonet in particular. Bayonets were mostly overlooked in discussions about weapons.

Capt Farrell knew nothing about the World War 1 reconstruction fight which featured bayonets. An ex-marine donated a box of historic weapons equiped with modified bayonets. Maybe these weapons are in storage somewhere on Pirate Island. Lt Brandon heard rumours about it; who was this ex-marine? He believed there was a waiting list to participate in this three year event. True? And if so who kept the list?

Capt Farrell had an unusual skill. He convinced rank and file soldiers to spill the beans on their deepest, fight, wishes. Staff Sgt Brenoit was no exception. He dreamt of soldiers fighting naked but wearing boots armed with bayonets only. Capt Farrell expected him to spell out the consequences. The close quarter combat would see an emphasis on wounds to belly buttons and chests. The bayonet itself could be used as a cutting weapon. On what? Lt Brandon laughed, then the three of them laughed. Lt Brandon said “Of course. The soldiers’ cocks would be erect and primed for cutting.” Capt Farrell added “The soldiers will cut off the balls at the very moment a bayonet plunges into their belly buttons. Neat.” Staff Sgt Brenoit looked embarrassed. His erect cock jutted against his camouflage trousers. Capt Farrell and Lt Brandon smiled again. “Are you up to leading a bayonet fight? You need to bear in mind that any number of naked soldiers will target your erect cock. Go on. Meet the challenge. Your erect cock is saying yes. It welcomes danger.” Capt Farrell had seen many erect cocks face danger including his own.

“Let’s get back to the soldiers on the firing range. Who is hitting the target? I mean 100%.”
“Sir, four of these soldiers are outstanding shots. The remaining two soldiers are frankly lousy shots.”
“Make a note of these and other lousy shots. You will hear from us in due course. Back to your duties.” 
Staff Sgt Benoit saluted the Capt, returned to the rifle range. He wondered which soldiers would be prepared for an intensive, bayonet, fight. The Capt was right about the erect cock. He felt it as hard as a rock and primed for action. He knew in his heart of hearts that he wanted to cut off cocks and balls.  Of course, his bayonet training conditioned him to appreciate belly button thrusts.

The reader might reasonably ask why a Major was not issuing orders to Capt Farrell. The Colonel was in a bad mood after his reprimand. He ordered MPs to put the Major in the Brig for a few days. No doubt the MPs and their inmates would work over his thick cock and big balls in the notorious Brig showers. Too bad if he couldn’t cope. His position was deliberately left vacant.  A few months ago the Major supervised a training session for probationary Lts. He neglected the entire subjects of capturing prisoners, handling, and executions. Any briefings would have to address these items.

The head of the rifle range compiled the statistics and names of soldiers who were lousy shots. There was enough for a company of approximately thirty three but that wasn’t enough for an in-depth belly button assault. Capt Farrell dismissed the scenario of a battle reconstruction. Nevertheless a waiting list of volunteers would be useful. Belly buttons attracted substantial interest in fetish groups. Volunteers would be prepared to use bayonets without mercy. Furthermore some of them would expect to cut off cocks and balls in the course of any contact.

Capt Huston, a marine officer who had worked with Capt Farrell on a previous exercise, knew who knew about the battle reconstruction group. He wondered whether the ex-marine weapons donator could be asked to observe and/or take part as a courtesy. He might prefer a contact where the modified WW1 bayonets were re-used. Retired Marine Sgt Major Ralph Davis was flattered to be remembered but was shortly leading a tour of World War 1 battlefields. He formally replied to the Commander.
“Sir. Pass on my best wishes to the soldiers taking part in the forthcoming belly button bayoneting event. I am travelling to the World War 1 battle sites where the bayonet was a valued weapon. Other veterans and I will raise a toast in their honour.”

The volunteer list was predictably out of date. Repostings, actual combat overseas, discharges. Nevertheless Big Brother has a way of tracking volunteers down. The opportunity to bayonet soldiers in the guts is too persuasive. Capt Huston was happy to organise their collection, transport to Pirate Island, tent accommodation, clothing and boots reissue if necessary. A military holiday in short except that many of them would not return.

Pirate Island authorities had fiscal and other restrictions like the rest of the military. There would be no volunteers shipped in from outside Pirate Island. In truth a gung-ho Lt Seppler was eager to fight with his company. A pulp fiction describes such fighters as “a man among men” —hairy chests, impressive cocks and big balls, eager to contact the enemy. The soldiers in his company had no qualms about killing the enemy nor reservations about fighting naked. Lt Brandon heard about Lt Seppler on the Military Cattle Cut Club grapevine. He qualified as a star recruit to the Club. It will be interesting to see whether he combines belly button bayoneting with the cock and balls cutting promoted by the Club. Maybe Lt Seppler’s military career will be a flash in the pan—a meteoritic rise to power followed by a soldier getting lucky and cutting off the Lt’s cock and balls. It has happened before.

Capt Farrell surprised the engineers when he requested they refurbish the existing trench area. Their equipment could easily move the sand which had covered over areas. Nothing had been changed. For that reason there were gibbets for hanging executions left in place. The Capt toyed with the idea of removing them but remembered that a previous Colonel had insisted on them. At this point the engineers had no information about the proposed exercise. They suspected that the trenches would feature bayonetting as in the previous reconstruction event. Capt Farrell agreed to return in three days time to the site. He would inspect the engineers and their work then. For a change they will report bare buff—with exposed chests. The Capt has few opportunities to inspect hairy or non-hairy chests of his soldiers.

Lt Kelly drew the short straw to lead the company of lousy shots. Lt Brandon briefed him on the unusual aspects of the event. As an integral part of the belly button bayonetting soldiers were encouraged to hunt down, capture and execute prisoners. When group numbers permitted the prisoners could be forced to execute each other. For instance three soldiers could target each other’s belly button. A hot scenario! 

Lt Brandon asked Lt Kelly a personal question. Was his barrack’s nickname “ball crusher”? Lt Kelly said yes he would like it to be “ball crusher”. During his officer training the other recruits quickly found out—mostly in the showers—that he enjoyed squeezing their balls.

“Close quarter combat has many variations. Your soldiers will insert bayonets into belly buttons. I say Enjoy! What about the erect cocks? The Capt wishes some procedures to be followed. Spurt where possible. Then pulp the balls. This is strictly followed by the bayonet cutting off the cock and balls. Presto. The bayonet blade is inserted in the belly button. Be warned that the target can still use his bayonet to insert his opponent’s belly button. In point of fact the Capt recommends that you pass on the message that balls can be pulped.”
Lt Kelly smiled. “I will do my duty and follow the Captain’s recommendation.”

Lt Brandon continued. “The selected soldiers will assemble in training area C for a few days of training, rest and recreation. Lt Kelly. You will be in charge and direct their activities. They will be isolated from all other units. Staff Sgt Brenoit, our resident bayonet weapons trainer, will refresh the soldiers in their handling of the weapon. You can order him to join in the real exercise.”
Lt Brandon started to walk away but needed to mention something else.
“Lt Kelly. The soldiers on your side will be identified by an “x” marking across the belly buttons. This will be applied shortly before the combat. Good luck pulping any bull-sized balls.”

Preparations progressed over the next week. Capt Farrell chose to leave the gibbets but ordered the engineers to position ready made nooses. An old fashioned noosing would be an unexpected execution. The deep trenches were in the middle of the killing zone; the areas beside were flat. One gibbet per side. There was enough room for two companies to spread out. The critical question was how they would interact.

Broadly speaking most soldiers were excited at the prospect of bayonetting belly buttons. The danger to their own belly buttons was a fact of fighting. Their cocks and balls were primed for action. They were truly macho with their exposed chests and naked bodies. The nervous soldiers took awhile to hold their bayonets correctly. For some the x across the belly button made it easy. The group motivation to thrust the bayonet into the belly button was compelling; the danger was the opponent whose bayonet was targeting the reciprocal belly button. Who cares? The chances of surviving were slim. They had to bayonet as many belly buttons as possible. For others the combat was an opportunity to cut off cocks and balls, maybe crush balls, and even hang a target.

Capt Farrell tasked Military Policemen at the last minute to provide perimeter protection and execute any would-be escapers. He insisted they wear boots but be otherwise fully exposed.

The opposing forces share mixed feelings at the moment of confrontation. Their cocks and balls tell them a hard story. Strong arms and shoulders hold the rifles with bayonets. Yes, it’s a relief not to worry about loading cartridges and firing. The blades of the bayonets are certainly razor sharp; they will easily penetrate belly buttons. The critical question is which bayonet gets to the target first. Or do both bayonets succeed together?

The soldiers wearing regulation boots churned up the sand. A few felt playful and threw sand over each other’s cocks and balls. This was a light moment before the serious start of belly button bayonetting.

The trenches cater for uncompromising belly button bayonetting. The narrowness of the gulf between sandy walls, the claustrophobia, the shouting and exaltation permit mass close quarter combat. The lousy shots had an “x” black marking on their belly buttons.

Lt Kelly delegated Staff Sgt Benoit to lead some of the lousy shots into the trenches. This would be the Staff Sgt’s most memorable experience as a soldier. His belly button bayonetting skills were spot on. The first target required the longest time for a kill. He was visually distracted by the target’s hairy chest, erect cock and big balls. His own cock responded to the dangerous situation. The first target thought that the “x” marking would make it easier. Wrong in this instance. The Staff Sgt plunged his bayonet into the target’s belly button. The target shrieked in pain, dropped his bayonet. This exposed the erect cock and balls. Too tempting. The Staff Sgt withdrew the blood drenched bayonet, cut the target’s cock shaft and grasped the balls. Another temptation. He crushed the balls. The first target buckled over and fell into the sand where he writhed in pain.

The Staff Sgt’s bayonet training classes proved invaluable. His pupils may have been lousy shots on the rifle range but they now excelled on the belly button bayonet exercise. Not all of them would survive.

Lt Kelly instructed the lousy shots to make up for it by bayonetting the belly buttons. They could follow this through with cutting off cocks and crushing balls. He made it sound too easy. Well, it was easy for some. Others felt an unwelcome bayonet striking home in their own belly buttons. Yet it was not too late to reciprocate. There were a number of striking duels where both soldiers both bayonetted each other and cut off each other’s cocks. Crushing balls was an optional extra.

What was the experience of other privates? They enjoyed the freedom of fighting naked. Their cocks responded accordingly to the danger. More than a few were trapped and unable to fight themselves out of their predicament. There’s no such thing as fairness when soldiers are fighting for their lives. Teamwork pitted the captured against two, three assailants. Capturing a target was the first step towards a good career move. 

Lt. Seppler was in his element. Today’s fighting was elemental. Naked man-to-man close quarter combat. Erect cocks. Tight balls. He was excited that his own cock jutted out from pubic hair but below his belly button.

Lt. Seppler intended to promote privates who demonstrated outstanding skills in this killing zone. He had three in mind. Pte Marco had definite leadership potential. He organised three comrades to capture an enemy Pte. The four of them proceeded to hang the bewildered Pte who was expecting a belly button thrust. Pte Parr was more inventive. Two comrades captured and pinned an enemy Pte. Pte Parr thrust the bayonet fully into the belly button; one of his comrades sliced into the cock shaft; the other comrade cut off the balls. Pte Rutter got into a dangerous, group, ploy. Ten soldiers faced each other off. Ten erect cocks, twenty bull-sized balls, ten extra sharp bayonet blades—what could go wrong? MPs encircled the ten such that there was no escape. The ten had to score a belly button. To the last man? Pte Rutter was literally the last man of this ten man group to survive with a belly button intact. For the moment. The MPs made it clear that Pte Rutter had to fight on. He tired. A bad move. A bayonet plunged into his belly button. One less promotion for Lt. Seppler to consider.

The MPs executed an escapee on the second hanging construction. The escapee was a lousy shot candidate but he had a nice set of cock and balls. Hairy chest too. A pity but military orders are orders. The MPs pulled off the cock once the noose had tightened. There was lots of sperm.

A few of the highlights:
two against one: in most instances two prevail. One grabbed the opponent’s cock and balls from behind. The erect cock spurted. One pulped the balls. Ouch! A bayonet now sliced off the cock and shattered balls. The second plunged the bayonet into the belly button.
three against one: classic gladiator manoeuvre. Mostly the target has no defence against three bayonets. However, in desperation the target can try and in some cases succeeds in belly button bayonetting an opponent.
unexpected execution: hangings, cocks spurt for the last time.
back in the trenches: the real thing. Mass belly button bayonetting.

What happened to Staff Sgt Brenoit? He bayonetted two targets before another one got lucky. At least his cock spurted before the bayonet entered his belly button.

What happened to Lt Seppler? The number of casualties surprised him. He simply didn’t expect the rag tag opponents to be so confident and capable. In another frame of mind he would admire them for their courage, determination and gung-ho attitude.
His own company fought hard. He was pleased when some of them cut off the cocks and balls as well as belly button bayonetted. The bayonet blade was unbelievably sharp.

What happened to Lt Kelly? He demonstrated crushing balls for the uninitiated. This was his peak moment but one set was not enough. His military career ended in a fitting way. A mere pte grasped his balls; he reciprocated. The anticipation to crush the balls was thrilling. They both had the same idea. Ouch! The pte followed through with his bayonet straight into the officer’s belly button. Lt Kelly cursed, sliced off the pte’s cock before he plunged his bayonet into the belly button.

The MPs had top secret orders to execute the wounded from both sides. Lt Seppler rounded up his ten survivors some of whom looked weary from the full frontal combat. None the less their cocks looked healthy. He called them to attention, showed them his erect cock and ordered them to pull each other off. The mass spurting was a sensible end to the day’s carnage.

The Field Colonel took all the credit for the success of this belly button bayonetting. No surprise! His own belly button remained untouched but not for long. Conspirators would find a way to include him in a future close quarter event. Look no further than the Major released from MP custody. The MPs gave him a taste for a manly payback.]]> <![CDATA[Catalina]]> https://arenafighter.adult/mybb/showthread.php?tid=1404 Sat, 17 Aug 2019 20:41:48 +0000 themightyfoo]]> https://arenafighter.adult/mybb/showthread.php?tid=1404 Catalina, by The Mighty Foo
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A lot of pilots in flight school joked about Catalinas – they said gooneybirds was ugly. But there wasn’t nothin’ ugly about that PBY that taxied up to rescue me when I was floating in shark-infested waters near Rabaul. I thought it was the most beautiful plane I ever seen.
Rabaul was the biggest Japanese base in the whole South Pacific, the center of their whole war effort, and believe you me, it was plenty well defended. Admiral Halsey told us to go in there and turn Rabaul into Rubble. I flew a 4F4 Hellcat off the USS Saratoga, providing fighter escort for our divebombers. We did a number on their drydocks, but I got hit over the target by antiaircraft fire and had to ditch in the St. Georgia Channel on the way back to the Lady Sara. I got banged up pretty good when I ditched – the medics told me later that I had a concussion and nearly didn’t make it back -- but there I was, floating in my life raft, way too close to Rabaul for comfort. If the Japanese patrols didn’t get me, the sharks probably would.
I don’t know how long I was floating there - maybe a few hours. I don't know, I was getting pretty slap-happy and startin’ to hallucinate. Then the next thing I know, this gooneybird was pullin’ up alongside me. There in the open hatchway was the most gorgeous young sailor I ever seen. He was lean, tanned, blonde, and completely naked - and he had a long, thick piece of uncut meat swingin’ between his legs. He jumped in and swam over to me, hauling himself onto my raft. He searched my face and frowned – I guess he was worried about me passing out with my head injury, so he started a banter with me to keep me awake. “What’s your name, flyboy? You married? Got any kids?” I told him no, but if he got me home in one piece I’d marry him and have his kids. Ha ha ha. Except then he gave me a sly look and I wondered if maybe he was planning to take me up on that offer. I decided right then and there that I would thank my hero properly when we got back to base. Make him feel real good.
He said his name was Sky.
As soon as Sky got me hauled up into the plane he manned his station at the tail gun mount and gave the pilot the high sign to take off. The PBY pilot gunned the engines and we were airborne a few seconds later. No sooner were we in the air than Sky frowned and reported over the intercom that a bandit was coming in at 5 o’clock high. I immediately got a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach – takeoff is when a plane is most vulnerable, especially a big, lumbering seaplane like a Catalina. PBYs are slow and not very manuverable, no match for an enemy Zero. The life of everyone on that plane now depended on our beautiful naked tail gunner, manning off against that enemy pilot. I could see Sky was getting an erection – that was just natural, guys often popped boners in combat situations. They just usually weren't naked at the time. God, he was beautiful.

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The Zero opened up on us and Sky let loose with his .50 cal. They blazed away at each other for a couple of seconds, then the Zero got a bead on us. Richochets riddled the fuselage as the Zero raced past us; a seaplane is painfully slow compared to a fighter. All our hopes depended on this naked kid blazing away with his machine gun. Sky was fully erect now and his foreskin had half-retracted over his swollen cockhead; he was leaking precum as he swung around to fire at the Zero, who was coming in for another pass. Sky and the Zero were now firing directly at each other, but the enemy pilot nailed Sky first with a string of bullets. Caught in the harness of the machine gun, Sky could not escape – he helplessly convulsed and shuddered as slug after slug slammed into his gut. Sky gasped and ejaculated, squirting the last of his cum onto his still blazing machine gun. The Zero pilot then mercilessly blew both of Sky's balls off, together with the tip of his still-spurting cock. Sky cried out in agony as his foreskin landed in my lap.

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Yet Sky was still somehow managing to return fire. As the fighter roared past us Sky shot up its engine with his .50 cal. I watched out the side canopy as the Zero smoked, sputtered, and went into a death spiral. Before his plane spun into the sea the enemy pilot managed to eject and float away in his parachute, unharmed. Now that I could clearly make out his features, I could see that that the Zero pilot was quite a handsome young man.
Sky lay dying, still strapped in his harness, slumped over his smoking machine gun. His beautiful lithe body was oozing life from a dozen bullet holes; semen and blood flowed from his ruined, empty scrotum. With the last of his strength Sky raised his eyes and saw his handsome executioner drifting off in the breeze, mocking him with the ease of his escape. Grimly, Sky set his jaw, mastered his pain, and gathered himself up for one final effort. His machine gun blazed to life for the last time. At first Sky's aim was wild and tracer bullets zipped off into the sea, but slowly, painfully, inexorably, he was able to redirect his stream of fire onto the enemy parachutist. His handsome opponent was at his mercy, and Sky pressed home his revenge. He riddled the young enemy pilot with machine-gun fire, who jerked and danced as madly as a puppet on a string. Sky smoked his opponent, blowing his chest to pieces and exploding his heart. By the time had Sky ceased fire, the handsome Zero pilot was hanging limply in his harness, swaying to and fro in the breeze as crazily as a hanged man.
Then Sky let go, arching backwards in his gun harness, his arms and legs spread eagle, his head rolling back on his shoulders, his beautiful body smoking from at least a dozen bullet holes. Sky stared at me with wide-open blue eyes, gave a long last exhalation, and surrendered his life. I would never forget how this sexy, naked young warrior stud had selflessly given his life to save his buddies.]]> Catalina, by The Mighty Foo
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A lot of pilots in flight school joked about Catalinas – they said gooneybirds was ugly. But there wasn’t nothin’ ugly about that PBY that taxied up to rescue me when I was floating in shark-infested waters near Rabaul. I thought it was the most beautiful plane I ever seen.
Rabaul was the biggest Japanese base in the whole South Pacific, the center of their whole war effort, and believe you me, it was plenty well defended. Admiral Halsey told us to go in there and turn Rabaul into Rubble. I flew a 4F4 Hellcat off the USS Saratoga, providing fighter escort for our divebombers. We did a number on their drydocks, but I got hit over the target by antiaircraft fire and had to ditch in the St. Georgia Channel on the way back to the Lady Sara. I got banged up pretty good when I ditched – the medics told me later that I had a concussion and nearly didn’t make it back -- but there I was, floating in my life raft, way too close to Rabaul for comfort. If the Japanese patrols didn’t get me, the sharks probably would.
I don’t know how long I was floating there - maybe a few hours. I don't know, I was getting pretty slap-happy and startin’ to hallucinate. Then the next thing I know, this gooneybird was pullin’ up alongside me. There in the open hatchway was the most gorgeous young sailor I ever seen. He was lean, tanned, blonde, and completely naked - and he had a long, thick piece of uncut meat swingin’ between his legs. He jumped in and swam over to me, hauling himself onto my raft. He searched my face and frowned – I guess he was worried about me passing out with my head injury, so he started a banter with me to keep me awake. “What’s your name, flyboy? You married? Got any kids?” I told him no, but if he got me home in one piece I’d marry him and have his kids. Ha ha ha. Except then he gave me a sly look and I wondered if maybe he was planning to take me up on that offer. I decided right then and there that I would thank my hero properly when we got back to base. Make him feel real good.
He said his name was Sky.
As soon as Sky got me hauled up into the plane he manned his station at the tail gun mount and gave the pilot the high sign to take off. The PBY pilot gunned the engines and we were airborne a few seconds later. No sooner were we in the air than Sky frowned and reported over the intercom that a bandit was coming in at 5 o’clock high. I immediately got a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach – takeoff is when a plane is most vulnerable, especially a big, lumbering seaplane like a Catalina. PBYs are slow and not very manuverable, no match for an enemy Zero. The life of everyone on that plane now depended on our beautiful naked tail gunner, manning off against that enemy pilot. I could see Sky was getting an erection – that was just natural, guys often popped boners in combat situations. They just usually weren't naked at the time. God, he was beautiful.

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The Zero opened up on us and Sky let loose with his .50 cal. They blazed away at each other for a couple of seconds, then the Zero got a bead on us. Richochets riddled the fuselage as the Zero raced past us; a seaplane is painfully slow compared to a fighter. All our hopes depended on this naked kid blazing away with his machine gun. Sky was fully erect now and his foreskin had half-retracted over his swollen cockhead; he was leaking precum as he swung around to fire at the Zero, who was coming in for another pass. Sky and the Zero were now firing directly at each other, but the enemy pilot nailed Sky first with a string of bullets. Caught in the harness of the machine gun, Sky could not escape – he helplessly convulsed and shuddered as slug after slug slammed into his gut. Sky gasped and ejaculated, squirting the last of his cum onto his still blazing machine gun. The Zero pilot then mercilessly blew both of Sky's balls off, together with the tip of his still-spurting cock. Sky cried out in agony as his foreskin landed in my lap.

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Yet Sky was still somehow managing to return fire. As the fighter roared past us Sky shot up its engine with his .50 cal. I watched out the side canopy as the Zero smoked, sputtered, and went into a death spiral. Before his plane spun into the sea the enemy pilot managed to eject and float away in his parachute, unharmed. Now that I could clearly make out his features, I could see that that the Zero pilot was quite a handsome young man.
Sky lay dying, still strapped in his harness, slumped over his smoking machine gun. His beautiful lithe body was oozing life from a dozen bullet holes; semen and blood flowed from his ruined, empty scrotum. With the last of his strength Sky raised his eyes and saw his handsome executioner drifting off in the breeze, mocking him with the ease of his escape. Grimly, Sky set his jaw, mastered his pain, and gathered himself up for one final effort. His machine gun blazed to life for the last time. At first Sky's aim was wild and tracer bullets zipped off into the sea, but slowly, painfully, inexorably, he was able to redirect his stream of fire onto the enemy parachutist. His handsome opponent was at his mercy, and Sky pressed home his revenge. He riddled the young enemy pilot with machine-gun fire, who jerked and danced as madly as a puppet on a string. Sky smoked his opponent, blowing his chest to pieces and exploding his heart. By the time had Sky ceased fire, the handsome Zero pilot was hanging limply in his harness, swaying to and fro in the breeze as crazily as a hanged man.
Then Sky let go, arching backwards in his gun harness, his arms and legs spread eagle, his head rolling back on his shoulders, his beautiful body smoking from at least a dozen bullet holes. Sky stared at me with wide-open blue eyes, gave a long last exhalation, and surrendered his life. I would never forget how this sexy, naked young warrior stud had selflessly given his life to save his buddies.]]> <![CDATA[Brutal Ambush]]> https://arenafighter.adult/mybb/showthread.php?tid=32 Wed, 17 Jul 2019 21:38:12 +0000 traxxgalaxy]]> https://arenafighter.adult/mybb/showthread.php?tid=32
Not really a gunfight story, more death by wrestling.  Maybe if we add a wrestling category we can move this.

BRUTAL AMBUSH

The German Elite Special Unit squad was behind the Russian lines. They had infiltrated it the night before and were about to approach the enemy, which they knew was the Russian’s equivalent to them in skill and fighting ability. The German squad known as ESES (Elite Special Execution Squad) was made up of the following men. Eric, 6’1” and 2l5 lbs, crew cut blond hair, blue eyes, solid upper torso with broad shoulders, rock hard abdominals, thick muscular thighs, and large meaty hands. He was expert with the knife and stealth attack. He hated any white race other than Aryan and all blacks. He had a 6”x1” cock when limp but 8”x1-1/2 when engorged. Karl, 5’10” and 225 lbs, crew cut top but shaven side brown hair and brown eyes. He had a chunky muscular upper torso with large rock hard pectorals and massive shoulders, a bull neck, three trunk legs and thighs, and hands of steel. He was good with the knife but preferred to strangle his opponent with arms or hands. He had a 5-l/2”xl-l/4” cock when limp but grew to 7”x1-3/4” when fully roused.

Hans, the third in the group, was 6’3” and 250lbs. He had straight blond hair military cut, blue eyes, solid body from head to toe, muscles of steel, long muscular legs and thighs, rock hard hands. As with the others in the squad he was good with the knife but his specialty was garroting with a steel wire. He had a 6”x1” cock that grew to 8”x1-1/2 when rock hard. Rolf, who was the leader, was 6’2”x 225lbs, black crew cut hair, black eyes, muscles like steel springs, large muscles but particularly in the biceps, and a body that didn’t have an inch of fat on it. He was deadly in all forms of fighting but his favorite killer holds were chokes, sleepers, and suffocation but oral stuffing with his mammoth cock which was 7”x1-1/2” that swelled to 9”x2” when fully engorged.

The other two in the group were Emil and Conrad. They were the youngest of the group but were just as deadly, if not quite as strong, as the other four. Emil was only l8 yrs old but had a body that was muscular without being outstanding. He was a blond crew cut, 5’11”xl95 lbs, blue eyes, a hard body, strong legs, and great stamina. He had a 6”x1” cock that looked small when not engorged but swelled to 8”x1-1/2” when roused. As with the others he was well trained but liked to kill his opponents with his bare hands. Conrad was the sixth member of the group and differed from the rest in that he was smaller and quicker, had a leaner body, and was 35 yrs old. He had a blond crew cut, was 5’10”xl80 lbs, very supple body, but deadly with his arm and leg holds. His cock was 6-1/2”x3/4” and swelled to 7-1/2”x1” when stiff. His favorite killing hold was the backbreaker after subduing his opponent.

As the group waited to ambush their Russian enemy encampment the day became very hot. With this kind of heat there was no question of them wearing any more clothing than was necessary so they all stripped to the waist leaving only their combat fatigue pants on over jock straps. They also left on their socks and combat boots. Even after doing this they were quickly overcome with sweat that made their bodies look as if they had been oiled up. They had sent Conrad to scout the Russian encampment and when he arrived back they knew what the Russians were up to. Conrad reported that there were 8 of them in the group. Four of them were around the perimeter while 4 of them were engaged in wrestling matches. This news fit in beautifully with Rolf’s plan for two reasons. First, they could dispose of the 4 on the perimeters and then attack the 4 wrestlers. Knowing his men Rolf knew that they all had a lust for man to man combat and were at their best when they could test their fighting skills, muscles, and killing techniques man to man.

Meanwhile at the Russian encampment Yuri was sitting next to a tree about 30 feet from the wrestling action going on between four of the group. Ivan was locked in combat with Boris and Petra had Viktor pinned to the ground. Yuri was 6’3” 250 lbs, black hair and eyes, broad shouldered and muscular in his upper torso, slim waist and average size thighs and legs. He was stripped naked except for his fatigue shorts and boots. His shorts were very tight and displayed a bulge where his 7”x1-1/2” cock pressed up against the material. He was lethal with martial art training and had the reputation of maiming his training partners and killing his opponents. Opposite him, 30 feet away and hidden from his view Serge was also lounging watching the fights. Serge was 26 yrs old, black haired and eyes, 6’ x 225 lbs, a body rippled with muscles, great looking pectorals and biceps, strong legs and thighs, and big feet. He too was stripped down to fatigue shorts and jock strap. His crotch bulged even more than Yuri’s because he had a monster cock that always bulged. Serge was expert at night fighting and stealing up on his enemy.

Two other Russians were there in the encampment other than Yuri and Serge and the four wrestlers. They were taking a nap closer to the wrestlers but were out of sight of Yuri and Serge. Both had stripped down to only jock strap and combat boots and were lying on their sleeping bags. The first of these, Nicolas, lay on his back with his arm shading his eyes. He was brown haired and eyes, strong shoulders, beautifully rounded pectorals, strong arm with good looking biceps, a hard flat abdominals, broad hips flaring down to good size thighs and legs. His cock was huge and the pubic hairs so plentiful that they sprouted out around the fully packed jock. Nicolas was the main scout of the group and a lethal fighter. The other member of the group  was Paulus and he too was stripped to just a jock and boots. He lay on his sleeping bag also but was face down with his hard rounded ass fully exposed except for the strap going between his ass cheeks and around his waist. Paulus was 6’2” 235 lbs, was totally bald with dark brown eyes. He was massively built with hard muscles all over his body. His 9”x1-1/2” cock underneath him was known to split a man’s asshole from its enormous size. He was the “strongman” of the group.

That left the four wrestlers who were locked in hard wrestling. They were all very much alike in build, muscles, hair color, and fighting ability. They were wrestling in a space that had been ground down to dry dirt by the constant wrestling action. The first pair, Boris and Viktor, were locked together in a test of strength to see which could break the hold of the other, as each had a head scissor on the other. In thesecond pair Petra had Ivan pressed into the dirt and was fully on his back with a brutal full nelson holding Ivan down

As for all four wrestlers their mammoth cocks and balls were very evident as the wrestling had roused their lust for man to man combat. Although most wrestling between soldiers was on a friendly basis this was not true of these four. The wrestling that they did was all-out with lethal type holds, muscle straining intensity, and brutal dominance for the winner. All 8 of the Russians wrestled to keep in shape. In addition, they added the ingredient of sexual release as the winner fucked the loser. This was the norm for groups like this because they remained away from female contact which was supposed to drain them and make them effeminate. Thus it was that eight Russians, unaware of the presence of six Germans, was about to be ambushed.

When Rolf’s squad crept close enough to see and hear the Russians Rolf used hand signals to instruct Hans to dispose of the Russian closest to them, which happened to be Yuri, and then hand signaled Conrad to dispose of the Russian on the opposite perimeter, which was Serge. Hans immediately moved silently toward the unsuspecting Yuri while Conrad headed around to get at Serge. Their movements were drowned out by the loud groans and wild thrashing noise of the wrestlers. Hans carried his favorite killing tool, his steel wire, in his hands as he inched his way closer to Yuri. When he was about three feet from Yuri his prey suddenly sensed danger, but it was too late as at that moment Hans sprang upon him looping the wire around his neck from behind. Yuri’s reflexes were good, however, and he managed to get two fingers under the wire before it was fully tightened. Yuri’s reflexes were also good enough for him to flip Hans over his shoulder toward the ground. But it was too late as the tight wire pulled Yuri over too so that they landed on the ground together. Biceps of both men bulged instantly as Hans pulled on the wire and Yuri fought with his fingers to keep the wire from strangling him. As they thrashed in the deadly contest Yuri’s fatigue shorts, which were unbuttoned against the suffocating heat, slipped halfway down his thighs exposing his naked cock and balls. Hans then added a brutal abdominal scissor to the garrote which locked Yuri even tighter into the lethal embrace. Yuri tried to scream for help or at least to warn the others in his squad but the steel wire cut that short. Slowly Hans’ garrote began its deadly work as a line of blood started to seep from the wire that ringed Yuri’s neck as it kept digging deeper and deeper into Yuri’s flesh. Yuri’s face started to get red as oxygen stopped getting to his brain. As Yuri slowly slipped into his death throes his cock grew to its full size and throbbed wildly out of his shorts. Then with a brutal final twist Hans strangled Yuri to death just at the moment when Yuri’s death spasms triggered his cock to shoot a 12 inch shower of cum over his now garroted corpse.

Meanwhile Conrad was circling around to the other side of the encampment to reach his target. At that time Serge was busy unzipping his shorts so that he could urinate. His shorts were open in the front and he had pulled out his cock just as the moment that Conrad sneaked up behind him and wrapped a bicep bulging arm around his throat from the rear. Serge was a veteran fighter and the instant that Conrad’s arm went around his neck he slammed a hard elbow back into the stomach of his unseen assailant. This caught Conrad off guard and lessened the hold just enough for Serge to twist around to face his attacker. Serge then wrapped his bulging arms around Conrad’s lean front bear hug. But Conrad struck back with a knee smash to Serge’s stiffening cock and balls. Although this did not break Serge’s bear hug it allowed Conrad to ram the palms of hands into Serge’s chin and force it back. Then the two fell to the ground locked together. Arms and legs entwined as they struggled to gain the advantage. Fighting, but especially wrestling always got both of them rock hard as they both lusted after physical body contact. As they continued the struggle Conrad’s jock got twisted around so that his cock sprang out along with his large amount of pubic hair. Serge’s cock was also fully exposed and a sexual dominance element entered the fight. Both fighters strained to the max and muscles bulged as they rolled back and forth on the ground. Finally Conrad wound up with Serge locked in a Japanese strangle hold. With one arm executing a half nelson the other wrapped around the throat so that when the nelson was pushed it pushed it into the neck strangle like a closing vise. Serge reached back and tried to secure some part of Conrad’s head to escape but he slowly weakened until his arms fell uselessly at his side. Then Conrad continued strangling him until Serge’s cock, like that of Yuri, ejaculated his death throes explosion. Conrad dropped the corpse on the ground and headed for his next victim.

His next prey, as it turned out, was Nicolas who Conrad had seen resting on his sleeping bag with his arm shading his eyes. As the sleeping bag slowly came into view Conrad noticed that Nicolas had moved, but before he had an notion of where Nicolas might be a muscular arm wound around his throat from behind and a hand that wielded a knife appeared before his eyes. As that knife came down at him Conrad grabbed it and the struggle was on. Conrad had to contend with the arm strangling his neck and preventing the knife from plunging into his naked chest. As Nicolas pressed his naked body into Conrad in the struggle Conrad felt Nicolas’ great cock and balls mash into his ass, his shorts having been ripped off in his fight with Yuri. With biceps bulging and thighs straining the two of them grappled and fell to the ground with Conrad still stopping the knife from plunging into him. At the same time he grabbed the hand that Nicolas had around his neck and bent the fingers back until they snapped at which time Nicolas dropped the strangle hold. Conrad then twisted Nicolas’ down and over his knee in a back breaker. As he bent Nicolas over his knee Nicolas’ cock stood straight up in the air and this engorged Conrad’s own cock to throbbing with the lust of the fight. The two were not locked in a lethal hold and Conrad released the hand he was using to keep Nicolas’ hand held knife so that he could snap Nicolas’ back. Both cocks were ready to explode as the deadly fight continued but it was Nicolas that erupted first as he felt death coming to him. The lust of man to man contact and killing triggered Conrad also but as he started to shoot his thick cum on his beaten foe Nicolas in his death throes had just enough strength left to bring his arm up and plunge the knife into Conrad’s back driving it into Conrad’s heart. Then both dying fighters collapsed together locked in death with each others cum.

While Conrad and Nicolas were locked in their deadly combat Hans had moved around to find the other non-wrestling Russian, who turned out to be Paulus. Unlike Nicolas who had sensed danger before his attacker arrived, Paulus was still face down on his sleeping bag with his rounded hard pack ass fully exposed. The reason for Paulus being so tired was that he had earlier wrestled Viktor and had been beaten thus suffering the penalty for that by being fucked. Now his round, muscular ass, still cum smeared, was the target of Hans as he crept closer. If Paulus had not been so worn out he would have heard Hans’ approach but he still slumbered on. Hans was within three feet of Paulus when he stopped and took a good look at the man he had come to kill. What he saw got his massive cock fully engorged again after the killing of Yuri had emptied his balls. So, as he launched his attack his cock was out in front of him like a gigantic spear.

Hans threw himself on Paulus’ back with his mammoth cock aimed directly at Paulus’ asshole that was still in a relaxed state from the recent fucking he had received from Viktor. Hans landed perfectly and with a few brutal thrusts had driven his cock all the way to the balls in Paulus’ ass. This rude awakening at first seemed to Paulus that Viktor had come back to fuck him again, but suddenly a muscular arm wrapped around his neck and he realized that this was not the case. Hans, in his roused state of sexual lust, had quickly decided that he would kill his prey while his cock was fully embedded thus adding to his lust for killing. He would then have the double excitement of filling his victim with his cum at the same moment that he strangled him to death.

But Paulus was young and lean and his body could make violent contortions, twisting at unbelievable angles, and slipping out of seemingly inescapable holds. Though he was still impaled on Hans’ cock he was able to wriggle out of Hans’ strangle hold and roll over.. Then with a vicious side punch he drove his fist into Hans’ kidney area and then lifted himself off of Hans’ cock. He then quickly flipped Hans over and rammed his own mammoth cock into Hans’ asshole and at the same time locked Hans in a full nelson. But the minute that he did this Hans reared up and threw him over his head, ripping Paulus’ cock out of his asshole in doing so. The struggle then continued as two rolled together on the ground, each seeking a killing hold. At one point Paulus had Hans in a brutal neck scissor which Paulus finally broke, and at another time Hans had Paulus in a double crab hold that nearly snapped Paulus’ spine. But the fight came down to a face to face body bear hug type hold just after Hans had retrieved his steel wire and Paulus his knife.  As they clinched their engorged cock had a wrestling match of their own and they had a mutual explosion as Hans wound the wire around Paulus’ neck and snapped it tight bringing instant blood where it bit into the neck flesh. But at the same moment Paulus rammed his knife into Hans’ belly from the side. Though mortally wounded Hans continued to tighten the wire until the wire disappeared into the flesh and strangled Paulus. Hans then let Paulus’ body drop and he wrenched out the knife from his side. He staggered a few feet away from his victim but the knife had penetrated a vital organ and in moments he too fell dead. Now the attack was down to four Germans and four Russians.

While their comrades in arms were involved in deadly fights the two pair of Russians had been wrestling. For them wrestling was an outlet and a way of keeping fighting skills, but it was also a lust for man to man physical and sexual dominance. Their matches always ended with the winner taking his prize either orally or anally. During the lethal struggles that their comrades were involved in the four wrestlers were busy fulfilling their lusts. Ivan had Boris in a brutal grapevine hold and was spreading his legs so far apart that Boris was about to submit. Both Ivan and Boris were stripped naked by the ferocious wrestling action and their cocks were at full mast. Just six feet away from them Petra was mounted on Viktor’s back and plunging his mammoth cock in and out of Viktor’s ass after a long grueling match that ended when Petra got Viktor in a combination body stretch and dragon head lock. As Petra pounded away at Viktor’s ass Ivan mounted Boris’ chest and rammed his cock into Boris’ mouth forcing him to lick and suck it. Then, as if on a mutual signal, Petra exploded and filled Viktor’s ass with cum and Ivan unloaded his juice into Boris’ throat. It was at this point that Rolf’s squad made their presence known.

Immediately the Russians sprang up and took defensive positions. For a brief moment the two sides looked at each other without moving. Each side sized up the other then moved slowly into individual attack mode. Emil aligned himself with Ivan, Karl and Boris faced each other, Erik shifted to face Petra, and Rolf confronted Viktor. Still they did not make any attempt to attack, but rather measured up their opposition. As they stared at each other they knew that this was not just an ordinary fight, not just a wrestling match like that which the Russians had been doing, but a lethal death struggle. The Germans wore only shorts, having removed their combat boots to sneak up on their enemy, while the Russians wore only their army issue jock strap that was twisted around from the wrestling action and had cock, balls, and pubic hair spilling out of them also from the fucking they had just been interrupted from completing. The sight of the Russian’s so exposed cock, balls, and muscles triggered the lust for man to man fights so much that the Germans were sexually roused. If this was to be a death match for each then it was going to be cock to cock, balls to balls, and muscle to muscle. At a signal from Rolf the Germans stripped to their own jocks as the Russians waited with just as much lust for the deadly encounter. Just before anyone made a move there were eight fully engorged cocks and straining balls.

Then like gladiators hailing the emperor to those about to die they attacked each other. Emil and Ivan met each other with slashing knives. Each made a swipe and both drew blood. They then circled each other looking for another vital spot to sink their knife into. Ivan made a cut that left a gash in Emil’s arm but Emil struck back and opened a cut on Ivan’s thigh. After a few more near miss slashes they closed hand to hand, each grabbing the other’s knife hand. For the next two minutes they strained against each other with thighs and biceps bulging. First one, then the other, seemed to gain the advantage only to be beaten back. There was no talking, only groans of strenuous effort.

As the deadly struggle went on with Emil and Ivan, Karl closed with Boris. Just before they clinched in a tight embrace both threw their knives down in preparation for a primeval hand to hand fight. They met in a mutual front bear hug that immediately became a test of muscle strength. The two pair of wrapped arms grew in size as each tried
to squeeze his opponent into submission so that ribs would be crushed or a spine snapped. But they were equal to each other and finally realized it so Boris tripped Karl up and threw him to the ground and instantly straddled Karl’s back and secured him in a brutal double crab hold that bent Karl’s back very near the breaking point.

Meanwhile Erik and Petra went after each other. Petra sent a karate kick at Erik that just missed the mark and in return took a sharp kick to his knee. This buckled him up for a moment and left him vulnerable to a karate kick from Erik that knocked him off his feet. Erik jumped into the air and came down full force on Petra’s stomach knocking the wind out of him. Erik then sent a vicious kick to Petra’s head but Petra grabbed the ankle and flipped Erik over with it. As Erik rose Petra sent a punch to Erik’s head that rocked him back and followed that with a karate kick to the midsection that doubled Erik up. As Erik bent over with agony Petra came down with a double fist smash to the back of Erik’s head sending him face down to the ground.

On the far right of the area Rolf and Viktor were engaged in a series of high flying maneuvers. Rolf came in with a flying drop kick that hit Viktor dead center in the chest and nearly knocked him over. But when Rolf tried to follow this up he was met with a head hold that Viktor used to flip Rolf over. The struggled continued with more flips, body slams, and a suplex. Then both fighters were on their feet trading brutal punches to the face and knees to the groin. At one point Rolf had Viktor staggered but he missed with a vicious punch to the head which Viktor sidestepped and responded with a punch that caught Rolf directly in the abs. This punching continued back and forth until both fighters were bloodied in the face.

Back over where Emil and Ivan were locked in a brutal struggle both had lost their knives and the fight was now with arms, legs, and bare hands. Both cocks were throbbing with lust of battle and slammed into each other from time to time as the tide of battle swung from side to side. Then Ivan was able to clamp on a thigh bulging abdominal scissor on Emil. With his opponent locked in the hold Ivan reached down and tore at Emil’s cock. Emil arched up in agony from the compression around his middle and the steel vise clamped around his cock. With superhuman effort Emil broke loose and reversed the hold on Ivan and now attacked Ivan’s cock. Now it was Ivan’s turn to arch up in agony. But Emil knew he could not finish Ivan off with the scissor so he quickly shifted and caught Ivan trying to get up with a dragon headlock. He placed a knee behind Ivan’s back and bent Ivan brutally backwards over it. He then spotted one of the dropped knives and picked it up with his free hand. His final move was to bend Ivan even more brutally back and at the same time plunge the knife into Ivan’s heart. At the exact moment that the knife struck his body Ivan’s cock spurted his death cum that showered over his upper body to mix with the blood that spurted from his heart.

As Emil was locking Ivan in the dragon head lock Erik and Petra were trading lethal holds. It turned out to be a “chain fight” where one got the hold only to have the other reverse it, this happening three times in a row. Erik got the first hold, a hammer lock and after the three exchanges, the hold was shifted to a brutal body stretch, and finally afte this had been exchanged three time, the full nelson came next. During all of these holds the cocks of both were swinging wildly and throbbing with the lust of combat. The nelson was put on so hard that two times it nearly snapped the neck of the wrestler clamped in it, but finally Erik broke loose and took Petra down and into a figure four neck scissor. Petra went into a frenzy of thrashing but could not escape. Slowly, relentlessly Erik squeezed down until Petra’s body ceased to give resistance. Then Erik shifted around and sat on Petra’s shoulders pinning him to the ground helpless. He then pried  Petra’s mouth open and rammed his throbbing, fully engorged cock deep into Petra’s throat suffocating and strangling him to death.

At the same time Viktor had succeeded in clamping Rolf in a camel clutch/chin lock combo and was close to snapping Rolf’s spine. But Rolf was able to claw Viktor’s fingers from his chin and then reach up and grab Viktor’s head and flip him over. Before Viktor could recover Rolf was on him with a reverse head scissor facing Viktor’s feet. Using all of his massive thighs muscles Rolf crushed Viktor’s skull in the deadly vise and at the same time lay down so that his mouth could reach Viktor’s cock. This throbbing, steel rod cock was then taken in Rolf’s teeth and after vicious chewing was severed off. By this time Viktor was nearly unconscious from the brutal head scissor and was easy prey for Rolf to lift up into an over the knee back breaker. The lust that filled Rolf when he finally broke Viktor’s back almost caused Rolf to explode but with effort he held it back so that he could enjoy the final humiliation of his enemy later.

Now only one fight was still on, that between Karl and Boris. As the other three Germans left their killed opponents and sat down to watch Karl escaped the hold that Boris had on him and deftly secured an arm lock on Boris that was so vicious that there was no way that Boris could escape from it. Locking the arm out straight Karl braced it with his own arm behind Boris’elbow and pushed. Boris’ body arched high in the air and a scream of pain burst from his mouth as the elbow snapped. Karl then swiftly dropped the broken arm and slid around behind Boris to clamp him in a sleeper hold. Boris’ body struggled against the hold, becoming weaker and weaker by the minute, until finally there was on an occasional spasm of jerks. Then Karl shifted the hold into a strangle and killed Boris in his muscular arms. Boris, just like Ivan before him, ejaculated his pent up cum in his death throes.

Then, with their sexual lust still strong and unsatisfied, Emil fucked Boris, Erik fucked Viktor, Karl fucked Ivan, and Rolf fucked Petra. Their lust finally sated the Germans left the encampment and the corpses for the wolves to find. That night, back at their own encampment, they enjoyed an orgy of fucking between themselves.


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Not really a gunfight story, more death by wrestling.  Maybe if we add a wrestling category we can move this.

BRUTAL AMBUSH

The German Elite Special Unit squad was behind the Russian lines. They had infiltrated it the night before and were about to approach the enemy, which they knew was the Russian’s equivalent to them in skill and fighting ability. The German squad known as ESES (Elite Special Execution Squad) was made up of the following men. Eric, 6’1” and 2l5 lbs, crew cut blond hair, blue eyes, solid upper torso with broad shoulders, rock hard abdominals, thick muscular thighs, and large meaty hands. He was expert with the knife and stealth attack. He hated any white race other than Aryan and all blacks. He had a 6”x1” cock when limp but 8”x1-1/2 when engorged. Karl, 5’10” and 225 lbs, crew cut top but shaven side brown hair and brown eyes. He had a chunky muscular upper torso with large rock hard pectorals and massive shoulders, a bull neck, three trunk legs and thighs, and hands of steel. He was good with the knife but preferred to strangle his opponent with arms or hands. He had a 5-l/2”xl-l/4” cock when limp but grew to 7”x1-3/4” when fully roused.

Hans, the third in the group, was 6’3” and 250lbs. He had straight blond hair military cut, blue eyes, solid body from head to toe, muscles of steel, long muscular legs and thighs, rock hard hands. As with the others in the squad he was good with the knife but his specialty was garroting with a steel wire. He had a 6”x1” cock that grew to 8”x1-1/2 when rock hard. Rolf, who was the leader, was 6’2”x 225lbs, black crew cut hair, black eyes, muscles like steel springs, large muscles but particularly in the biceps, and a body that didn’t have an inch of fat on it. He was deadly in all forms of fighting but his favorite killer holds were chokes, sleepers, and suffocation but oral stuffing with his mammoth cock which was 7”x1-1/2” that swelled to 9”x2” when fully engorged.

The other two in the group were Emil and Conrad. They were the youngest of the group but were just as deadly, if not quite as strong, as the other four. Emil was only l8 yrs old but had a body that was muscular without being outstanding. He was a blond crew cut, 5’11”xl95 lbs, blue eyes, a hard body, strong legs, and great stamina. He had a 6”x1” cock that looked small when not engorged but swelled to 8”x1-1/2” when roused. As with the others he was well trained but liked to kill his opponents with his bare hands. Conrad was the sixth member of the group and differed from the rest in that he was smaller and quicker, had a leaner body, and was 35 yrs old. He had a blond crew cut, was 5’10”xl80 lbs, very supple body, but deadly with his arm and leg holds. His cock was 6-1/2”x3/4” and swelled to 7-1/2”x1” when stiff. His favorite killing hold was the backbreaker after subduing his opponent.

As the group waited to ambush their Russian enemy encampment the day became very hot. With this kind of heat there was no question of them wearing any more clothing than was necessary so they all stripped to the waist leaving only their combat fatigue pants on over jock straps. They also left on their socks and combat boots. Even after doing this they were quickly overcome with sweat that made their bodies look as if they had been oiled up. They had sent Conrad to scout the Russian encampment and when he arrived back they knew what the Russians were up to. Conrad reported that there were 8 of them in the group. Four of them were around the perimeter while 4 of them were engaged in wrestling matches. This news fit in beautifully with Rolf’s plan for two reasons. First, they could dispose of the 4 on the perimeters and then attack the 4 wrestlers. Knowing his men Rolf knew that they all had a lust for man to man combat and were at their best when they could test their fighting skills, muscles, and killing techniques man to man.

Meanwhile at the Russian encampment Yuri was sitting next to a tree about 30 feet from the wrestling action going on between four of the group. Ivan was locked in combat with Boris and Petra had Viktor pinned to the ground. Yuri was 6’3” 250 lbs, black hair and eyes, broad shouldered and muscular in his upper torso, slim waist and average size thighs and legs. He was stripped naked except for his fatigue shorts and boots. His shorts were very tight and displayed a bulge where his 7”x1-1/2” cock pressed up against the material. He was lethal with martial art training and had the reputation of maiming his training partners and killing his opponents. Opposite him, 30 feet away and hidden from his view Serge was also lounging watching the fights. Serge was 26 yrs old, black haired and eyes, 6’ x 225 lbs, a body rippled with muscles, great looking pectorals and biceps, strong legs and thighs, and big feet. He too was stripped down to fatigue shorts and jock strap. His crotch bulged even more than Yuri’s because he had a monster cock that always bulged. Serge was expert at night fighting and stealing up on his enemy.

Two other Russians were there in the encampment other than Yuri and Serge and the four wrestlers. They were taking a nap closer to the wrestlers but were out of sight of Yuri and Serge. Both had stripped down to only jock strap and combat boots and were lying on their sleeping bags. The first of these, Nicolas, lay on his back with his arm shading his eyes. He was brown haired and eyes, strong shoulders, beautifully rounded pectorals, strong arm with good looking biceps, a hard flat abdominals, broad hips flaring down to good size thighs and legs. His cock was huge and the pubic hairs so plentiful that they sprouted out around the fully packed jock. Nicolas was the main scout of the group and a lethal fighter. The other member of the group  was Paulus and he too was stripped to just a jock and boots. He lay on his sleeping bag also but was face down with his hard rounded ass fully exposed except for the strap going between his ass cheeks and around his waist. Paulus was 6’2” 235 lbs, was totally bald with dark brown eyes. He was massively built with hard muscles all over his body. His 9”x1-1/2” cock underneath him was known to split a man’s asshole from its enormous size. He was the “strongman” of the group.

That left the four wrestlers who were locked in hard wrestling. They were all very much alike in build, muscles, hair color, and fighting ability. They were wrestling in a space that had been ground down to dry dirt by the constant wrestling action. The first pair, Boris and Viktor, were locked together in a test of strength to see which could break the hold of the other, as each had a head scissor on the other. In thesecond pair Petra had Ivan pressed into the dirt and was fully on his back with a brutal full nelson holding Ivan down

As for all four wrestlers their mammoth cocks and balls were very evident as the wrestling had roused their lust for man to man combat. Although most wrestling between soldiers was on a friendly basis this was not true of these four. The wrestling that they did was all-out with lethal type holds, muscle straining intensity, and brutal dominance for the winner. All 8 of the Russians wrestled to keep in shape. In addition, they added the ingredient of sexual release as the winner fucked the loser. This was the norm for groups like this because they remained away from female contact which was supposed to drain them and make them effeminate. Thus it was that eight Russians, unaware of the presence of six Germans, was about to be ambushed.

When Rolf’s squad crept close enough to see and hear the Russians Rolf used hand signals to instruct Hans to dispose of the Russian closest to them, which happened to be Yuri, and then hand signaled Conrad to dispose of the Russian on the opposite perimeter, which was Serge. Hans immediately moved silently toward the unsuspecting Yuri while Conrad headed around to get at Serge. Their movements were drowned out by the loud groans and wild thrashing noise of the wrestlers. Hans carried his favorite killing tool, his steel wire, in his hands as he inched his way closer to Yuri. When he was about three feet from Yuri his prey suddenly sensed danger, but it was too late as at that moment Hans sprang upon him looping the wire around his neck from behind. Yuri’s reflexes were good, however, and he managed to get two fingers under the wire before it was fully tightened. Yuri’s reflexes were also good enough for him to flip Hans over his shoulder toward the ground. But it was too late as the tight wire pulled Yuri over too so that they landed on the ground together. Biceps of both men bulged instantly as Hans pulled on the wire and Yuri fought with his fingers to keep the wire from strangling him. As they thrashed in the deadly contest Yuri’s fatigue shorts, which were unbuttoned against the suffocating heat, slipped halfway down his thighs exposing his naked cock and balls. Hans then added a brutal abdominal scissor to the garrote which locked Yuri even tighter into the lethal embrace. Yuri tried to scream for help or at least to warn the others in his squad but the steel wire cut that short. Slowly Hans’ garrote began its deadly work as a line of blood started to seep from the wire that ringed Yuri’s neck as it kept digging deeper and deeper into Yuri’s flesh. Yuri’s face started to get red as oxygen stopped getting to his brain. As Yuri slowly slipped into his death throes his cock grew to its full size and throbbed wildly out of his shorts. Then with a brutal final twist Hans strangled Yuri to death just at the moment when Yuri’s death spasms triggered his cock to shoot a 12 inch shower of cum over his now garroted corpse.

Meanwhile Conrad was circling around to the other side of the encampment to reach his target. At that time Serge was busy unzipping his shorts so that he could urinate. His shorts were open in the front and he had pulled out his cock just as the moment that Conrad sneaked up behind him and wrapped a bicep bulging arm around his throat from the rear. Serge was a veteran fighter and the instant that Conrad’s arm went around his neck he slammed a hard elbow back into the stomach of his unseen assailant. This caught Conrad off guard and lessened the hold just enough for Serge to twist around to face his attacker. Serge then wrapped his bulging arms around Conrad’s lean front bear hug. But Conrad struck back with a knee smash to Serge’s stiffening cock and balls. Although this did not break Serge’s bear hug it allowed Conrad to ram the palms of hands into Serge’s chin and force it back. Then the two fell to the ground locked together. Arms and legs entwined as they struggled to gain the advantage. Fighting, but especially wrestling always got both of them rock hard as they both lusted after physical body contact. As they continued the struggle Conrad’s jock got twisted around so that his cock sprang out along with his large amount of pubic hair. Serge’s cock was also fully exposed and a sexual dominance element entered the fight. Both fighters strained to the max and muscles bulged as they rolled back and forth on the ground. Finally Conrad wound up with Serge locked in a Japanese strangle hold. With one arm executing a half nelson the other wrapped around the throat so that when the nelson was pushed it pushed it into the neck strangle like a closing vise. Serge reached back and tried to secure some part of Conrad’s head to escape but he slowly weakened until his arms fell uselessly at his side. Then Conrad continued strangling him until Serge’s cock, like that of Yuri, ejaculated his death throes explosion. Conrad dropped the corpse on the ground and headed for his next victim.

His next prey, as it turned out, was Nicolas who Conrad had seen resting on his sleeping bag with his arm shading his eyes. As the sleeping bag slowly came into view Conrad noticed that Nicolas had moved, but before he had an notion of where Nicolas might be a muscular arm wound around his throat from behind and a hand that wielded a knife appeared before his eyes. As that knife came down at him Conrad grabbed it and the struggle was on. Conrad had to contend with the arm strangling his neck and preventing the knife from plunging into his naked chest. As Nicolas pressed his naked body into Conrad in the struggle Conrad felt Nicolas’ great cock and balls mash into his ass, his shorts having been ripped off in his fight with Yuri. With biceps bulging and thighs straining the two of them grappled and fell to the ground with Conrad still stopping the knife from plunging into him. At the same time he grabbed the hand that Nicolas had around his neck and bent the fingers back until they snapped at which time Nicolas dropped the strangle hold. Conrad then twisted Nicolas’ down and over his knee in a back breaker. As he bent Nicolas over his knee Nicolas’ cock stood straight up in the air and this engorged Conrad’s own cock to throbbing with the lust of the fight. The two were not locked in a lethal hold and Conrad released the hand he was using to keep Nicolas’ hand held knife so that he could snap Nicolas’ back. Both cocks were ready to explode as the deadly fight continued but it was Nicolas that erupted first as he felt death coming to him. The lust of man to man contact and killing triggered Conrad also but as he started to shoot his thick cum on his beaten foe Nicolas in his death throes had just enough strength left to bring his arm up and plunge the knife into Conrad’s back driving it into Conrad’s heart. Then both dying fighters collapsed together locked in death with each others cum.

While Conrad and Nicolas were locked in their deadly combat Hans had moved around to find the other non-wrestling Russian, who turned out to be Paulus. Unlike Nicolas who had sensed danger before his attacker arrived, Paulus was still face down on his sleeping bag with his rounded hard pack ass fully exposed. The reason for Paulus being so tired was that he had earlier wrestled Viktor and had been beaten thus suffering the penalty for that by being fucked. Now his round, muscular ass, still cum smeared, was the target of Hans as he crept closer. If Paulus had not been so worn out he would have heard Hans’ approach but he still slumbered on. Hans was within three feet of Paulus when he stopped and took a good look at the man he had come to kill. What he saw got his massive cock fully engorged again after the killing of Yuri had emptied his balls. So, as he launched his attack his cock was out in front of him like a gigantic spear.

Hans threw himself on Paulus’ back with his mammoth cock aimed directly at Paulus’ asshole that was still in a relaxed state from the recent fucking he had received from Viktor. Hans landed perfectly and with a few brutal thrusts had driven his cock all the way to the balls in Paulus’ ass. This rude awakening at first seemed to Paulus that Viktor had come back to fuck him again, but suddenly a muscular arm wrapped around his neck and he realized that this was not the case. Hans, in his roused state of sexual lust, had quickly decided that he would kill his prey while his cock was fully embedded thus adding to his lust for killing. He would then have the double excitement of filling his victim with his cum at the same moment that he strangled him to death.

But Paulus was young and lean and his body could make violent contortions, twisting at unbelievable angles, and slipping out of seemingly inescapable holds. Though he was still impaled on Hans’ cock he was able to wriggle out of Hans’ strangle hold and roll over.. Then with a vicious side punch he drove his fist into Hans’ kidney area and then lifted himself off of Hans’ cock. He then quickly flipped Hans over and rammed his own mammoth cock into Hans’ asshole and at the same time locked Hans in a full nelson. But the minute that he did this Hans reared up and threw him over his head, ripping Paulus’ cock out of his asshole in doing so. The struggle then continued as two rolled together on the ground, each seeking a killing hold. At one point Paulus had Hans in a brutal neck scissor which Paulus finally broke, and at another time Hans had Paulus in a double crab hold that nearly snapped Paulus’ spine. But the fight came down to a face to face body bear hug type hold just after Hans had retrieved his steel wire and Paulus his knife.  As they clinched their engorged cock had a wrestling match of their own and they had a mutual explosion as Hans wound the wire around Paulus’ neck and snapped it tight bringing instant blood where it bit into the neck flesh. But at the same moment Paulus rammed his knife into Hans’ belly from the side. Though mortally wounded Hans continued to tighten the wire until the wire disappeared into the flesh and strangled Paulus. Hans then let Paulus’ body drop and he wrenched out the knife from his side. He staggered a few feet away from his victim but the knife had penetrated a vital organ and in moments he too fell dead. Now the attack was down to four Germans and four Russians.

While their comrades in arms were involved in deadly fights the two pair of Russians had been wrestling. For them wrestling was an outlet and a way of keeping fighting skills, but it was also a lust for man to man physical and sexual dominance. Their matches always ended with the winner taking his prize either orally or anally. During the lethal struggles that their comrades were involved in the four wrestlers were busy fulfilling their lusts. Ivan had Boris in a brutal grapevine hold and was spreading his legs so far apart that Boris was about to submit. Both Ivan and Boris were stripped naked by the ferocious wrestling action and their cocks were at full mast. Just six feet away from them Petra was mounted on Viktor’s back and plunging his mammoth cock in and out of Viktor’s ass after a long grueling match that ended when Petra got Viktor in a combination body stretch and dragon head lock. As Petra pounded away at Viktor’s ass Ivan mounted Boris’ chest and rammed his cock into Boris’ mouth forcing him to lick and suck it. Then, as if on a mutual signal, Petra exploded and filled Viktor’s ass with cum and Ivan unloaded his juice into Boris’ throat. It was at this point that Rolf’s squad made their presence known.

Immediately the Russians sprang up and took defensive positions. For a brief moment the two sides looked at each other without moving. Each side sized up the other then moved slowly into individual attack mode. Emil aligned himself with Ivan, Karl and Boris faced each other, Erik shifted to face Petra, and Rolf confronted Viktor. Still they did not make any attempt to attack, but rather measured up their opposition. As they stared at each other they knew that this was not just an ordinary fight, not just a wrestling match like that which the Russians had been doing, but a lethal death struggle. The Germans wore only shorts, having removed their combat boots to sneak up on their enemy, while the Russians wore only their army issue jock strap that was twisted around from the wrestling action and had cock, balls, and pubic hair spilling out of them also from the fucking they had just been interrupted from completing. The sight of the Russian’s so exposed cock, balls, and muscles triggered the lust for man to man fights so much that the Germans were sexually roused. If this was to be a death match for each then it was going to be cock to cock, balls to balls, and muscle to muscle. At a signal from Rolf the Germans stripped to their own jocks as the Russians waited with just as much lust for the deadly encounter. Just before anyone made a move there were eight fully engorged cocks and straining balls.

Then like gladiators hailing the emperor to those about to die they attacked each other. Emil and Ivan met each other with slashing knives. Each made a swipe and both drew blood. They then circled each other looking for another vital spot to sink their knife into. Ivan made a cut that left a gash in Emil’s arm but Emil struck back and opened a cut on Ivan’s thigh. After a few more near miss slashes they closed hand to hand, each grabbing the other’s knife hand. For the next two minutes they strained against each other with thighs and biceps bulging. First one, then the other, seemed to gain the advantage only to be beaten back. There was no talking, only groans of strenuous effort.

As the deadly struggle went on with Emil and Ivan, Karl closed with Boris. Just before they clinched in a tight embrace both threw their knives down in preparation for a primeval hand to hand fight. They met in a mutual front bear hug that immediately became a test of muscle strength. The two pair of wrapped arms grew in size as each tried
to squeeze his opponent into submission so that ribs would be crushed or a spine snapped. But they were equal to each other and finally realized it so Boris tripped Karl up and threw him to the ground and instantly straddled Karl’s back and secured him in a brutal double crab hold that bent Karl’s back very near the breaking point.

Meanwhile Erik and Petra went after each other. Petra sent a karate kick at Erik that just missed the mark and in return took a sharp kick to his knee. This buckled him up for a moment and left him vulnerable to a karate kick from Erik that knocked him off his feet. Erik jumped into the air and came down full force on Petra’s stomach knocking the wind out of him. Erik then sent a vicious kick to Petra’s head but Petra grabbed the ankle and flipped Erik over with it. As Erik rose Petra sent a punch to Erik’s head that rocked him back and followed that with a karate kick to the midsection that doubled Erik up. As Erik bent over with agony Petra came down with a double fist smash to the back of Erik’s head sending him face down to the ground.

On the far right of the area Rolf and Viktor were engaged in a series of high flying maneuvers. Rolf came in with a flying drop kick that hit Viktor dead center in the chest and nearly knocked him over. But when Rolf tried to follow this up he was met with a head hold that Viktor used to flip Rolf over. The struggled continued with more flips, body slams, and a suplex. Then both fighters were on their feet trading brutal punches to the face and knees to the groin. At one point Rolf had Viktor staggered but he missed with a vicious punch to the head which Viktor sidestepped and responded with a punch that caught Rolf directly in the abs. This punching continued back and forth until both fighters were bloodied in the face.

Back over where Emil and Ivan were locked in a brutal struggle both had lost their knives and the fight was now with arms, legs, and bare hands. Both cocks were throbbing with lust of battle and slammed into each other from time to time as the tide of battle swung from side to side. Then Ivan was able to clamp on a thigh bulging abdominal scissor on Emil. With his opponent locked in the hold Ivan reached down and tore at Emil’s cock. Emil arched up in agony from the compression around his middle and the steel vise clamped around his cock. With superhuman effort Emil broke loose and reversed the hold on Ivan and now attacked Ivan’s cock. Now it was Ivan’s turn to arch up in agony. But Emil knew he could not finish Ivan off with the scissor so he quickly shifted and caught Ivan trying to get up with a dragon headlock. He placed a knee behind Ivan’s back and bent Ivan brutally backwards over it. He then spotted one of the dropped knives and picked it up with his free hand. His final move was to bend Ivan even more brutally back and at the same time plunge the knife into Ivan’s heart. At the exact moment that the knife struck his body Ivan’s cock spurted his death cum that showered over his upper body to mix with the blood that spurted from his heart.

As Emil was locking Ivan in the dragon head lock Erik and Petra were trading lethal holds. It turned out to be a “chain fight” where one got the hold only to have the other reverse it, this happening three times in a row. Erik got the first hold, a hammer lock and after the three exchanges, the hold was shifted to a brutal body stretch, and finally afte this had been exchanged three time, the full nelson came next. During all of these holds the cocks of both were swinging wildly and throbbing with the lust of combat. The nelson was put on so hard that two times it nearly snapped the neck of the wrestler clamped in it, but finally Erik broke loose and took Petra down and into a figure four neck scissor. Petra went into a frenzy of thrashing but could not escape. Slowly, relentlessly Erik squeezed down until Petra’s body ceased to give resistance. Then Erik shifted around and sat on Petra’s shoulders pinning him to the ground helpless. He then pried  Petra’s mouth open and rammed his throbbing, fully engorged cock deep into Petra’s throat suffocating and strangling him to death.

At the same time Viktor had succeeded in clamping Rolf in a camel clutch/chin lock combo and was close to snapping Rolf’s spine. But Rolf was able to claw Viktor’s fingers from his chin and then reach up and grab Viktor’s head and flip him over. Before Viktor could recover Rolf was on him with a reverse head scissor facing Viktor’s feet. Using all of his massive thighs muscles Rolf crushed Viktor’s skull in the deadly vise and at the same time lay down so that his mouth could reach Viktor’s cock. This throbbing, steel rod cock was then taken in Rolf’s teeth and after vicious chewing was severed off. By this time Viktor was nearly unconscious from the brutal head scissor and was easy prey for Rolf to lift up into an over the knee back breaker. The lust that filled Rolf when he finally broke Viktor’s back almost caused Rolf to explode but with effort he held it back so that he could enjoy the final humiliation of his enemy later.

Now only one fight was still on, that between Karl and Boris. As the other three Germans left their killed opponents and sat down to watch Karl escaped the hold that Boris had on him and deftly secured an arm lock on Boris that was so vicious that there was no way that Boris could escape from it. Locking the arm out straight Karl braced it with his own arm behind Boris’elbow and pushed. Boris’ body arched high in the air and a scream of pain burst from his mouth as the elbow snapped. Karl then swiftly dropped the broken arm and slid around behind Boris to clamp him in a sleeper hold. Boris’ body struggled against the hold, becoming weaker and weaker by the minute, until finally there was on an occasional spasm of jerks. Then Karl shifted the hold into a strangle and killed Boris in his muscular arms. Boris, just like Ivan before him, ejaculated his pent up cum in his death throes.

Then, with their sexual lust still strong and unsatisfied, Emil fucked Boris, Erik fucked Viktor, Karl fucked Ivan, and Rolf fucked Petra. Their lust finally sated the Germans left the encampment and the corpses for the wolves to find. That night, back at their own encampment, they enjoyed an orgy of fucking between themselves.


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SaraJane and her husband of 3 years, Jon, pulled up to the large house on the East Side of Ann Arbor in a light drizzle. SaraJane wore a tight black silk dress, very low cut in front, and open down to her butt in the back. Jon wore golfing shorts and a golf shirt that showed off his athletic physique. Sarajane's long chestnut hair was pulled back in a pony tail braid that hung down her back.
They had never been to a swinger's club before, but had seen this one advertised in one of the "underground" newspapers that circulated around campus. Since they already did a bit of swinging with close friends, and SaraJane was decidedly bi, they had talked about coming to this party and trying it out. Now, getting ready to jump out into the drizzle, SaraJane was having a little more than cold feet.
"Jon, what if we don't like it... or more to the point, what if I don't like it?" "Hon, just say so, and we'll back out immediately. Remember what they said in the brochure they mailed us? No pressure to do anything you don't want to.. that's the rule!" "Yeah, I recall that, but suppose you're having a ball plowing some cute chick and I'm stuck with some 300-pound dork? Are you sure you'll walk out with me?" "OK, we're in this together, right. I promise. I don't lie. Is that enough?"
They jumped out of the car and ran up the sidewalk and then to the front door of the
large, well-lit house.  As Jon rang
good feeling about this, Jon."  Jon
from the exertion of running up the
any problems attracting attention."

the bell, Sarajane shivered. "I don't have a smiled, watching her breasts heaving into view sidewalk. "Don't worry, hon. You won't have
The door opened, and a middle-aged woman in a cutoff T-shirt and thong bottoms and NOTHING else invited them in, with a slight German accent. "You're new tonight, I think," she said, smiling at them. "Yes." Jon and Sarajane both answered together.
The woman laughed. "I'm Luisa. Come on into the den, we're already somewhat underway, and the rest of the group will be SO pleased to meet you."
SaraJane and Jon followed her down a hall to some large oak sliding doors, and got their first look over Luisa's shoulders as she slid one of the doors aside and stepped inside. There were about 20 people in various states of undress standing and sitting around the room with drinks. The focus of attention was a silver-haired man in a lounge chair, stark naked, with a young blonde, also naked, straddling him.
She rocked slowly back and forth, dragging her large dangling breasts over his face, then sitting back and allowing his very stiff cock to impale her.
Luisa turned to them and said conspiratorially, "That's my husband, Hans, with one of our guests. He makes it a point to pick someone's young wife to get things started. Isn't he a devil?" SaraJane looked around the room, observing the men, many of whom were sporting obvious erections while watching Hans and his playmate performing. Jon stared at the couple in the lounge chair, continuing their slow ballet. Luisa spoke softly to SaraJane, "There are 2 other rooms on this floor for those who would like a little more privacy, and 3 rooms upstairs. But we always enjoy it when 2 or 3 decide to perform for us as a group. I think it's more fun that way, don't you?" she said with a wink. "Oh, and through the door on the other side of the hall, there is a swimming pool and outdoor patio, although I don't think it will be too popular tonight, with the rain and all. Feel free to use it if you want."
SaraJane smiled at Luisa and thanked her. Just then Jon grabbed her hand and pulled her around, "Look!" Hans was leaning back, stiff as a board, with both of his hands on her breasts, while the blonde bounced up and down on his cock, and suddenly an explosive grunt emanated from him and his belly shuddered. She continued her rhythmic rocking up and down on his throbbing pole as he obviously blasted his seed up into her pussy. After a minute, he groaned again and slumped down in the lounge chair, exhausted. Luisa tok SaraJane's hand and led her over to a bar in the corner of the room. Jon tagged along, sporting a nice bulge in his shorts.
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"Jon and SaraJane, I'd like you to meet Mark and Alyssa." Luisa presented another couple in their 20's. Mark was tall and athletic with tousled sandy hair, and Alyssa was petite, with dark complection, mysterious dark brown eyes, and long, flowing black hair. Mark was dressed only in a Speedo that showed the clear outline of his cock, and Alyssa wore a loose-fitting shift with a scoop neck. Her erect nipples were clearly outlined thru the thin fabric. Jon and SaraJane got something to drink and chatted with Mark and Alyssa. As it turned out, this was only their second time here. SaraJane asked, a little sheepishly, "Did you um, you know, participate, last time?" Mark smiled and Alyssa nodded enthusiastically, offering an evaluation: "It was the most erotic thing we've ever done! We just had to come back!"
Luisa interrupted them with an announcement to everyone: "OK everybody, Jon and SaraJane here are new tonight, so let's get ready to welcome them properly with our traditional welcome chain." The guests turned their attention away from Hans and the young blonde, as Luisa led Jon and SaraJane to a couch. She told them, "Take off all your clothes and sit down. We're going to introduce ourselves properly.
SaraJane self-consciously slipped the straps over her shoulders and let her dress fall around her ankles, leaving her in nothing but bikini panties, while Jon stripped off his shirt and shorts. When Jon pulled down his jockeys, his cock sprang up, twitching in anticipation. All around them, everyone else was quickly stripping, and lining up in front of the couch. SaraJane slid down her panties revealing her trimmed patch of thick auburn pussy fur, then she and Jon sat down side by side.
The first couple stepped up and knelt in front of them, the husband in front of SaraJane, and the wife in front of Jon. Luisa took up a position next to the couch and said, "Each person will get one minute for introductions. Go!" The middle-aged man in front of SaraJane smiled and said, "Hi, I'm Spencer." With that, he gently spread her legs, pulled her forward to the edge of the seat and plowed his cock right into her wet pussy. Spencer's wife, a short-haired blonde with small tits, looked up at Jon and said, "Marsha", and dropped her mouth around Jon's already stiff cock, bobbing up and down furiously while Spencer plunged his cock rhythmically deep into SaraJane's cunt.
Luisa rang a bell, and Spencer & Marsha got up and moved aside. Steve and Megan replaced them, and SaraJane's pussy was quickly filled with pistoning cock again, while Megan, a tall, long-haired blonde with huge breasts straddled Jon and sat down on his twitching pole. She rocked up and down a couple times before Jon reached up and cupped her huge jiggling tits. Ding! They were followed by Bruce and Sig, and this time Jon found his cock between Sig's huge tits. SaraJane began breathing faster, and her nipples stood erect as she became more and more excited. Bruce rammed his cock deep into her pussy, making her breasts bounce erotically.
Again the bell rang, and Jon & SaraJane found themselves face to face with Mark and Alyssa. Alyssa knelt, draped her long black hair over Jon's belly and proceeded to give him a combination hand-job and blow-job. Mark lifted Sarajane's legs and drilled his large cock all the way into her in one lunge. SaraJane gasped, as flutters of pleasure began to emanate from her well-fucked sex. Jon looked over when SaraJane moaned... And he almost groaned himself when the bell rang again.
Next came Luisa and Hans. Hans knelt and lowered his face into Sarajane's very wet pussy, lightly working her clit with his tongue. Luisa straddled Jon and impaled herself on him. Jon slid his hands up under her top and found her breasts to be quite firm and nipples erect and hard. Too quickly the bell rang again.
Jon and Sarajane were both so erotically charged that they didn't catch anyone's name after that. Just another couple, another cock driving deep into SaraJane's sloppy wet pussy, another pussy sliding down over Jon's throbbing cock... did she say her name was Sonya? Wait, the brunette in the tube top with the bouncing breasts...
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Another pair of eyes watched the scene of wanton sex. One of the curtains over the large side window wasn't pulled quite all the way... Ron peeked in, feeling his cock stiffen in his shorts despite himself. He had been chosen by his master to put an end to this debauchery, yet watching this hateful, sinful behavior was quickly transforming him into one of these sinners as the desires of the flesh were heated to boiling by the devil himself. Ron took his eyes away from the grossly evil scene and busied himself checking his equipment, but never was he unaware of the aching he felt in his male flesh... a sure sign that he was about to do battle with evil forces. Automatic pistol with silencer... check... full clip in place... check... 20 more clips of 9mm ammo, 32 bullets to the clip... check. Time to move... Just one more look...
Luisa announced that everyone had properly welcomed Jon and SaraJane, but neither of them had 'come' yet. "Jon and SaraJane, decide together which couple you want to finish you off." Jon looked at his wife and laughed, "Who do you want, honey?" "Let's have Mark and Alyssa," SaraJane whispered back. Jon nodded in agreement. Mark led Alyssa over and helped her get positioned over Jon's stiff, throbbing erection. She lowered herself slowly, impaling herself on his huge pole.
Meanwhile, Mark pulled SaraJane up and turned her over the back of the sofa, quickly driving his cock into her sloppy pussy and cupping her breast in one hand and her pussy in the other hand.
SaraJane gasped as the whole length of Mark's cock plunged into her, and the electric jolts of pleasure began instantly to radiate out from her filled-up belly. Alyssa sat all the way down on Jon's lap, taking his whole cock up her pussy, then she arched her back and accepted his hands on her full round breasts. She lifted herself up about half-way and let Jon start to fuck up into her, while fondling her firm and ripe breasts. SaraJane leaned to the side and kissed Jon while Mark's cock pistoned in and out... until she gasped and then screamed as all reality exploded in pleasure and nothing mattered but the huge cock plunging into her belly. Jon saw and heard his wife explode in a powerful orgasm, and with one last squeeze of Alyssa's beautiful breasts and one last lunge of his hips, he drove his cock deep into her and felt it explode, spewing his seed deep in another woman's belly... and he was aware of Mark's guttural groans that meant he was pumping his sperm into SaraJane's belly, too.
Ron fidgeted, trying not to feel the aching for pleasure that was so unmistakeable coming from his rigid male organ, then tore his eyes away from the window when he saw both men stiffen and release their seed... Now. It has to be stopped NOW! Ron straightened his backpack full of ammo clips and made his way through the bushes to the front door.
Jon realized that everyone was clapping, and Mark and Alyssa disengaged themselves and stood up. Jon took SaraJane's hand and also stood. Luisa invited people to mingle, make some friends and make use of the private rooms and the indoor swimming pool. Another couple whose names Jon did not remember came over and chatted a while, finally introducing themselves as Roger and Sonya. Jon thought, "Sonya... yeah, I remember her... I think..." Roger said to Jon, "My wife would like it very much if you would join us for a 3-some. Interested?" Jon looked at SaraJane. "Go for it baby," she said with a wink. I'm sure I will find some companionship here." Sonya took Jon's hand and led him away. A number of other couples left in small groups, and finally Mark and Alyssa asked SaraJane if she'd like to try a 3-some with them. SaraJane agreed, and they went off looking for an empty room.
Luisa, Hans, and the young couple Sig & Bruce were left in the main room. Hans beckoned Sigrid and Bruce over to him and began to caress Sigrid's large breasts. Luisa brought Bruce over and soon they were on the floor, Hans on his back and Sigrid mounting him, while Bruce stood next to them with Luisa and Sigrid taking turns sucking on his very stiff cock. Sigrid bounced up and down, making her huge breasts bounce very erotically, and Luisa told Bruce that he should shoot his cream all over his wife's tits when Hans filled her pussy with sperm.
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Luisa took turns sucking on Bruce's cock while Sigrid fingered Luisa's pussy. Luisa
felt unmistakeable twinges of pleasure starting to radiate from her belly and Bruce groaned that he was going to cum soon, when the doorbell rang. Luisa, flushed and close to orgasm, wanted to ignore the door, but her european hospitality was too strong. She disengaged herself and walked unsteadily to the door. Still flushed with sexual energy, she opened the door.
Thup-thup-thup-thup-thup! a series of 9mm bullets punched a line of holes starting low in her belly and up across her left breast. Luisa shuddered with the impacts, then fell backwards, slumping to the floor, her eyes wide in surprise. Ron stepped in and closed the door. Looking down at the nearly naked woman writhing at his feet, he coldly pulled the trigger again and put another 6 bullets into her breasts. Luisa's body bounced as the bullets tore through her soft breasts, then she slumped, lifeless.
Ron stepped around the corner into the main room. A tall man, completely naked, had his cock in the mouth of a blonde woman with huge breasts, and she was sitting on the cock of another man. Ron shuddered, thinking of the sin they were committing.
He raised the gun, pointing it at the standing man. Bruce groaned as Sigrid's sucking mouth did its magic, stiffening as the cum boiled up in his balls. Sigrid pulled back and aimed him at her breasts. His cock twitched and a huge spurt of cum jetted out across her bouncing breasts. She stroked his cock, coaxing more and more spurts of cream, and Bruce's overstimulated balls obliged with a huge load. Sigrid began to come, and her pussy clamped around Hans' cock.
Ron had seen enough. Thup-thup-thup-thup-thup! 5 holes appeared across Bruce's chest, tossing him backwards to sprawl across the couch. Sigrid did not understand what happened, because she was gasping and shuddering as her orgasm ripped up through her body, followed quickly by Hans' eruption of sperm. Ron aimed at the shuddering, naked woman, her blonde hair tossing erotically... Thup-thup-thup-thup-thup-thup! Sigrid's big breasts jumped and bounced as 6 9mm slugs slammed through them, tossing her backwards to sprawl on the floor, leaving Hans' cock jerking and spewing into the air. Ron walked over to the gasping man. Thup-thup-thup-thup-thup-thup! He fired 6 bullets into his still-twitching cock and churning balls. Hans grabbed for his destroyed manhood, and Ron emptied the clip into his chest. Hans collapsed onto his back, twitching.
Ron pulled out the empty clip and tossed it, replacing it with a full one. He gently kicked the body of the blonde woman. Her big breasts swayed back and forth, but there was no response. The bullet holes in her breasts were starting to bleed. Acting on an impulse, he placed the muzzle of the silencer over the nipple of her left breast and fired. Thup-thup-thup-thup-thup-thup! Her big breast bounced as the bullets punched through it and into her heart. Turning to the tall man, sprawled on the couch, Ron grabbed him by one arm and pulled him onto the floor, then he lifted the blonde's body and lay her on her back on top of him. Arranging their arms and legs in a spread-eagle pattern, one on top of the other, then stood between their splayed legs. Aiming at her soft lower belly, Ron drilled them both with another volley of bullets. Thup-thup-thup-thup-thup-thup! Their bodies bounced as the bullets tore through her pussy and on through his belly.
Satisfied, Ron walked to the door, and closed it behind him. Again he tried to ignore the insistent ache in his groin. The next door down the hall was partly ajar. Ron slipped inside into the semi-darkness. There were 2 nude women, face to face on the bed, one on top of the other, with a man at each end. The man who was between the legs of the 2 women was fucking the one on top, then he would pull out and slide his cock into the woman on the bottom. After fucking her for a few strokes, he would switch back. At their heads, the other man was taking turns pushing his cock into their mouths. The two women were grinding their pussies and their breasts together and were moaning and begging for more fucking.
The guy fucking the two women switched from the woman on the bottom to the woman on the top, drove his cock into her and stiffened, throwing his head back in a howl of sexual release, as his balls exploded up through his cock, shooting his sperm deep
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into her belly. "Oh God," he groaned, "I'm shooting off into your wife, Chuck!"
"Give Susie a nice bellyfull," the other guy responded, "she deserves it. Ha ha haaaaa... I'm going to shoot mine down YOUR wife's throat in a second, Jim! What a cock-sucking whore your Christine is! She's sucking the cum outta me!"
Ron decided to get rid of the two men before dealing with the lascivious women. Two quick but silent bursts from his machine pistol sent both of the men reeling onto their backs with a line of bullet holes up their bellies. The two women were far too involved in carnal pleasure to even notice what had happened. Ron walked over to the bed and looked at Susie's spread-open legs, and pussy dripping with fresh cum. The ache in his shorts became too much for him to endure, so he unzipped and let his rigid cock spring out of confinement. Kneeling where Jim had been a moment before, he rammed his cock into Susie's splayed open cunt. He fucked into her for about 10 seconds before he stiffened and sent his boiling sperm into her belly. Susie convulsed and started to moan, and in his sexual ecstasy, Ron squeezed the trigger of his pistol and emptied the clip into Susie's back. The 9mm bullets penetrated her body and punched into Christine's belly and breasts, killing both of them.
Ron realized what he had done when the gun stopped firing. He was now a sinner, too. Collecting himself, he vowed to finish his work here quickly and not be tempted by the devil again. Slamming a new clip into the gun, he checked his work in this room. He rolled Susie off of Christine's body so that they were lying side-by-side on their backs. Then he rolled and dragged the bodies of the two men and laid them on top of the girls in the traditional missionary position. He liked the way this little scene looked. Time to move on.
The next room held three people, two men and a girl. It was Roger, his wife Sonya, and Jon. Jon was on his back on the bed and Sonya was straddled over his hips, impaling herself on his pole, rocking up and down. Roger knelt at their side, watching Jon fucking his wife, while Jon stroked Roger's cock and Sonya played with his balls. Ron took in this scene for a minute, then decided to send these sinners straight to hell. Roger groaned as Jon's ministrations on his cock and Sonya's squeezing of his churning balls sent him over the edge. His cum spurted hotly across Sonya's breasts. Jon let go of Roger's twitching cock to pull Sonya's hips down against him, driving his cock deep into her belly, igniting his lust with a deep groan. Two cocks spewed rhythmically, one onto Sonya's breast and the other up her cunt. Ron added the rhythm of his automatic pistol to the orgasmic sounds already playing... Thup-thup-thup-thup-thup-thup! Across Sonya's cum-spattered breasts... Thup-thup-thup-thup-thup-thup! Down Roger's chest and belly... Thup-thup-thup-thup-thup-thup! Across Jon's chest... Sonya gasped and fell backwards, sprawling over the end of the bed and abandoning Jon's spurting cock. Roger doubled over and slumped in a heap across the top of the bed, and Jon's body just bounced as the bullets stitched across his chest.
Ron stepped in close, surprised to see both of the men's cocks still twitching. He pushed Roger with his foot, rolling him onto his back with his legs bent at the knees down over the side of the bed. He appeared to be dead, except for his twitching cock. Ron panicked, and started shooting into Roger's cock and balls, then Jon's... Thup-thup-thup-thup-thup-thup! Finally he turned to Sonya's body, sprawled with her head and arms hanging over the end of the bed, 6 bullet holes across her breasts. He emptied the clip into her pussy and belly. Thup-thup-thup-thup-thup-thup! Sonya's body jerked at the impacts and her riddled breasts bounced. Her body slowly slumped off the end of the bed onto the floor.
Ron ran from the room and sprinted up the stairs, tossing the empty clip and shoving a new one into the gun. He burst into a bedroom to find a hairy, muscular man lying on his back on the bed, completely naked and alone. Ron simply riddled him with bullets, watching him jerk and bounce and finally fall still under the barrage of 9mm slugs. In an adjoining bathroom he could hear water running and two female voices. Opening the door, he found Alyssa and SaraJane in the shower together, soapy and wet and laughing. Sarajane was standing behind Alyssa, running her hands up and down over Alyssa's large breasts. Alyssa was saying, "I can't believe that
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he fucked us both and came twice in 20 minutes!" Alyssa's long black hair was
pulled to one side, down over her shoulder, and she snuggled back into SaraJane's softness and enjoyed the stimulation of the water on her belly and SaraJane's hands on her breasts.
Ron brought up the pistol to shoot them, strangely feeling the ache in his groin again... but no, he would not sin again. Thup-thup-thup-thup-thup-thup! Thup-thup-thup-thup-thup-thup! 9mm slugs tore through Alyssa's belly and slammed into SaraJane's belly. Alyssa jerked forward and took the second volley directly in her breasts, then slumped to the floor. SaraJane was plastered against the back wall of the shower, her belly bleeding. Thup-thup-thup-thup-thup-thup! Ron riddled one of her breasts. SaraJane fell forward and caught herself, sliding down into a semi-seated position. Thup-thup-thup-thup-thup-thup! Ron put 6 more slugs in the other breast. SaraJane shuddered and slumped over Alyssa, lying still.
Ron went to the shower and turned off the water. He pulled Alyssa's body out onto the bathroom floor and lifted her onto a wood bench in a seated position. Then he pulled SaraJane's body out of the shower and sat her next to Alyssa, leaning against her with her legs apart. Sarajane's curly chestnut hair fell in ringlets over her shoulder and down over Sonya's breasts. Ron put a new clip in the gun and holding his again-stiff cock in one hand, he fired into their bodies, short 3-bullet bursts, watching their bullet-riddled breasts bounce as the bullets hit them, watching their bellies jerk when the bullets slammed into their guts. Ron's cock spurted onto the floor when he pumped 3 bullets into Alyssa's dark pussy, and when it stopped throbbing, he put the last few bullets into Sarajane's chestnut-fringed pussy. Her body jerked, fell across Alyssa's lap, then rolled slowly onto the floor at Ron's feet.
Ron suddenly panicked, realizing that there were still more people in the house, and that his sadistic indulgence in overkill may have alerted someone. He threw the empty clip out of the pistol and slammed in a new one. At the end of the hall, he pushed open the door to find himself looking at the back of a naked man standing in the middle of the dimly lit room. The legs and arms of a short-haired brunette were wrapped around his body as the rocked rythmically. Ron then saw that a second guy was plastered up against the girl from behind, his hands clutching her tits and his cock in her butt. Ron didn't have time to think about the evil being perpetrated here, he just fired into the back of the first guy. He sprayed a zig-zag pattern up and down his back and the bullets ripped through all 3 of them. They all jerked and grunted as they were riddled, and they slumped in a tangled pile to the floor. The girl's upper body slid out from between the two men, and Ron admired the pattern of bullet holes across her tits. But enough! There was more to do!
Charging out the door he ran down the steps and went to the door at the end of the hall. Pushing it open, he peered into a large room, dimly lit, in which there was a swimming pool. There were several couples in the pool area, two in the water and one couple in a deck chair, but they were not making a lot of playful noise. Slowly rocking along the side of the pool was a man standing in waist-deep water with a nude girl wrapped around him. Her breasts were in his face and he lifted her slowly up and down in the water, fucking his cock up into her lovely body, while her breasts slid up and down over his face. Her dark hair was wet and matted against her back, and her face glowed with sexual excitement. Ron watched the guy throw back his head and groan when his cock started to spurt deep into the dark-haired beauty's belly. Ron fired into his tense-muscled back... Thup-thup-thup-thup-thup-thup! The bullets ripped through his back, exiting his chest and continuing into the girl's belly. The couple shuddered under the multiple impacts, and sank into the water. The girl popped back up, floating on her back, and Ron finished her off with a triple-bullet burst to each of her sexy, bouncing breasts. Thup-thup-thup! Thup-thup-thup!
A naked, long-haired blonde with small but firm breasts sat on the edge of the pool on the opposite side from Ron, her legs spread lewdly apart. Ron could see a man in the water, with only head and shoulders exposed, his face buried in her pussy. Her head tossed from side to side as he drove her further and further into orgasmic
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pleasure with his mouth and tongue. Ron flipped the gun to full automatic and sent a
stream of bullets into the convulsing girl's naked body, riddling her tits and belly, and throwing her onto her back. Ripping out the empty clip, Ron shoved in a new one as the guy realized something was wrong and stood up looking at the bullet-riddled body of the girl. He turned toward Ron, a look of horror on his face, and Ron riddled his chest with a dozen bullets, tossing him backwards onto the dead blonde's body.
Ron turned his attention to the last couple in the pool area. A man lay back in a deck chair while a short-haired brunette with large dangling breasts knelt on the floor between his legs, sucking his cock. Her head bobbed rhymically up and down, taking his large cock deep into her throat. One of her hands worked his balls, massaging and squeezing them while her other hand was buried in her own pussy.
Ron's view of this couple was from the side, and he watched the guy's body stiffen and arch while she took his erupting cock deep into her throat, her breasts bouncing with the smooth rhythm of her bobbing head. Ron raked them with bullets, spraying them both, back and forth, running the stream of bullets down his chest and belly, then down hers, back up, pumping several through her large dangling breasts, then several into his cock and balls, until they both stopped their jerking and slumped lifelessly into the deck chair. Her head lay slumped into his lap, and his cock was still in her mouth.
Ron believed that he had killed everyone in the house, but he pulled out the spent clip and put in a new one just in case. Intrigued by the mayhem he had wrought, he walked around the pool, observing the riddled body of the brunette, still floating on her back in the water. He thought he might like to do a little target practice on her. Thup-thup-thup! Her body bounced in the water and floated away from him. He passed the long-haired blonde lying on her back with her spread legs in the water, her older male lover sprawled on his back over her. These two could use a few more bullets, he mused. Thup-thup-thup! Thup-thup-thup! 3 in her breasts and 3 in his belly for good measure. And around to the deck chair where the short-haired blonde laid slumped in her partner's lap, cock still in her mouth. I wish I had a camera, he thought...
Spencer, Marsha and Steve had finished their playing in the other upstairs bedroom and had come down to take a dip and cool off. Marsha's naked breasts still carried the spatters of cum that her husband, Spencer, had shot there while Steve was unloading his huge balls full of sperm into her belly. They came thru the door and saw the bullet-riddled bodies lying around and in the pool. They saw a strange man standing over the dead couple in the deck chair with an ugly-looking gun. He was unaware of their entrance, staring at the lewd and gruesome scene, preparing to put a few more bullets into their already-riddled bodies.
At this moment Marsha screamed, and Ron spun toward them, pulling the trigger of his automatic. The bullets sprayed across the trio, catching Steve in the belly, then Marsha across the pussy, then Spencer took 4 or 5 in the belly. All three of them jerked back in shock, unable to move as Ron played the stream of bullets back across their chests. Marsha's cum-spattered tits took 4 bullets as she slumped to the floor, followed by both of the men, until they lay in a pile of grotesquely entwined arms and legs. Ron's clip was empty. He tossed it and slammed in his last one.
He approached the tangled bodies of the lovers and poked them with his foot, then backed away and fired one more burst into them, watching their bodies jerk and bounce.
A loud voice called, "Ron! Stop!" Ron looked up in surprise as a dark figure clad in a robe and cowl swept into the swimming pool area. He dropped his gun with a clatter and stammered, "Master! What... what are you doing here?" The dark figure stopped about 10 feet from Ron. "I have been observing you, Ron. You have done a great deed here tonight, putting an end to these depraved sinners." Ron smiled, "Thank you, master." "But," the Master went on, "I observed you taking pleasure in the bodies of these sinners. You are one of them, now."
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Ron's face dropped, as he realized what the Master was saying. In a split second he realized that the Master had a gun in the voluminous sleeve of his robe. Before Ron
could move, the gun started to fire...

Imagine Ron's surprise when the bullets started punching into his cock and balls, then his taut belly. Thup-thup-thup-thup-thup-thup! His eyes flew open and the gun fired again, sending a stream of bullets up his belly, and across his chest. Ron felt the bullets penetrate him, ripping him apart inside, felt himself falling back... heard his body hit the water... felt the cold...
The Master waited for his body to float to the surface, face up, before he emptied the clip into him, propelling his corpse out into the pool. ]]>
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SaraJane and her husband of 3 years, Jon, pulled up to the large house on the East Side of Ann Arbor in a light drizzle. SaraJane wore a tight black silk dress, very low cut in front, and open down to her butt in the back. Jon wore golfing shorts and a golf shirt that showed off his athletic physique. Sarajane's long chestnut hair was pulled back in a pony tail braid that hung down her back.
They had never been to a swinger's club before, but had seen this one advertised in one of the "underground" newspapers that circulated around campus. Since they already did a bit of swinging with close friends, and SaraJane was decidedly bi, they had talked about coming to this party and trying it out. Now, getting ready to jump out into the drizzle, SaraJane was having a little more than cold feet.
"Jon, what if we don't like it... or more to the point, what if I don't like it?" "Hon, just say so, and we'll back out immediately. Remember what they said in the brochure they mailed us? No pressure to do anything you don't want to.. that's the rule!" "Yeah, I recall that, but suppose you're having a ball plowing some cute chick and I'm stuck with some 300-pound dork? Are you sure you'll walk out with me?" "OK, we're in this together, right. I promise. I don't lie. Is that enough?"
They jumped out of the car and ran up the sidewalk and then to the front door of the
large, well-lit house.  As Jon rang
good feeling about this, Jon."  Jon
from the exertion of running up the
any problems attracting attention."

the bell, Sarajane shivered. "I don't have a smiled, watching her breasts heaving into view sidewalk. "Don't worry, hon. You won't have
The door opened, and a middle-aged woman in a cutoff T-shirt and thong bottoms and NOTHING else invited them in, with a slight German accent. "You're new tonight, I think," she said, smiling at them. "Yes." Jon and Sarajane both answered together.
The woman laughed. "I'm Luisa. Come on into the den, we're already somewhat underway, and the rest of the group will be SO pleased to meet you."
SaraJane and Jon followed her down a hall to some large oak sliding doors, and got their first look over Luisa's shoulders as she slid one of the doors aside and stepped inside. There were about 20 people in various states of undress standing and sitting around the room with drinks. The focus of attention was a silver-haired man in a lounge chair, stark naked, with a young blonde, also naked, straddling him.
She rocked slowly back and forth, dragging her large dangling breasts over his face, then sitting back and allowing his very stiff cock to impale her.
Luisa turned to them and said conspiratorially, "That's my husband, Hans, with one of our guests. He makes it a point to pick someone's young wife to get things started. Isn't he a devil?" SaraJane looked around the room, observing the men, many of whom were sporting obvious erections while watching Hans and his playmate performing. Jon stared at the couple in the lounge chair, continuing their slow ballet. Luisa spoke softly to SaraJane, "There are 2 other rooms on this floor for those who would like a little more privacy, and 3 rooms upstairs. But we always enjoy it when 2 or 3 decide to perform for us as a group. I think it's more fun that way, don't you?" she said with a wink. "Oh, and through the door on the other side of the hall, there is a swimming pool and outdoor patio, although I don't think it will be too popular tonight, with the rain and all. Feel free to use it if you want."
SaraJane smiled at Luisa and thanked her. Just then Jon grabbed her hand and pulled her around, "Look!" Hans was leaning back, stiff as a board, with both of his hands on her breasts, while the blonde bounced up and down on his cock, and suddenly an explosive grunt emanated from him and his belly shuddered. She continued her rhythmic rocking up and down on his throbbing pole as he obviously blasted his seed up into her pussy. After a minute, he groaned again and slumped down in the lounge chair, exhausted. Luisa tok SaraJane's hand and led her over to a bar in the corner of the room. Jon tagged along, sporting a nice bulge in his shorts.
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"Jon and SaraJane, I'd like you to meet Mark and Alyssa." Luisa presented another couple in their 20's. Mark was tall and athletic with tousled sandy hair, and Alyssa was petite, with dark complection, mysterious dark brown eyes, and long, flowing black hair. Mark was dressed only in a Speedo that showed the clear outline of his cock, and Alyssa wore a loose-fitting shift with a scoop neck. Her erect nipples were clearly outlined thru the thin fabric. Jon and SaraJane got something to drink and chatted with Mark and Alyssa. As it turned out, this was only their second time here. SaraJane asked, a little sheepishly, "Did you um, you know, participate, last time?" Mark smiled and Alyssa nodded enthusiastically, offering an evaluation: "It was the most erotic thing we've ever done! We just had to come back!"
Luisa interrupted them with an announcement to everyone: "OK everybody, Jon and SaraJane here are new tonight, so let's get ready to welcome them properly with our traditional welcome chain." The guests turned their attention away from Hans and the young blonde, as Luisa led Jon and SaraJane to a couch. She told them, "Take off all your clothes and sit down. We're going to introduce ourselves properly.
SaraJane self-consciously slipped the straps over her shoulders and let her dress fall around her ankles, leaving her in nothing but bikini panties, while Jon stripped off his shirt and shorts. When Jon pulled down his jockeys, his cock sprang up, twitching in anticipation. All around them, everyone else was quickly stripping, and lining up in front of the couch. SaraJane slid down her panties revealing her trimmed patch of thick auburn pussy fur, then she and Jon sat down side by side.
The first couple stepped up and knelt in front of them, the husband in front of SaraJane, and the wife in front of Jon. Luisa took up a position next to the couch and said, "Each person will get one minute for introductions. Go!" The middle-aged man in front of SaraJane smiled and said, "Hi, I'm Spencer." With that, he gently spread her legs, pulled her forward to the edge of the seat and plowed his cock right into her wet pussy. Spencer's wife, a short-haired blonde with small tits, looked up at Jon and said, "Marsha", and dropped her mouth around Jon's already stiff cock, bobbing up and down furiously while Spencer plunged his cock rhythmically deep into SaraJane's cunt.
Luisa rang a bell, and Spencer & Marsha got up and moved aside. Steve and Megan replaced them, and SaraJane's pussy was quickly filled with pistoning cock again, while Megan, a tall, long-haired blonde with huge breasts straddled Jon and sat down on his twitching pole. She rocked up and down a couple times before Jon reached up and cupped her huge jiggling tits. Ding! They were followed by Bruce and Sig, and this time Jon found his cock between Sig's huge tits. SaraJane began breathing faster, and her nipples stood erect as she became more and more excited. Bruce rammed his cock deep into her pussy, making her breasts bounce erotically.
Again the bell rang, and Jon & SaraJane found themselves face to face with Mark and Alyssa. Alyssa knelt, draped her long black hair over Jon's belly and proceeded to give him a combination hand-job and blow-job. Mark lifted Sarajane's legs and drilled his large cock all the way into her in one lunge. SaraJane gasped, as flutters of pleasure began to emanate from her well-fucked sex. Jon looked over when SaraJane moaned... And he almost groaned himself when the bell rang again.
Next came Luisa and Hans. Hans knelt and lowered his face into Sarajane's very wet pussy, lightly working her clit with his tongue. Luisa straddled Jon and impaled herself on him. Jon slid his hands up under her top and found her breasts to be quite firm and nipples erect and hard. Too quickly the bell rang again.
Jon and Sarajane were both so erotically charged that they didn't catch anyone's name after that. Just another couple, another cock driving deep into SaraJane's sloppy wet pussy, another pussy sliding down over Jon's throbbing cock... did she say her name was Sonya? Wait, the brunette in the tube top with the bouncing breasts...
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Another pair of eyes watched the scene of wanton sex. One of the curtains over the large side window wasn't pulled quite all the way... Ron peeked in, feeling his cock stiffen in his shorts despite himself. He had been chosen by his master to put an end to this debauchery, yet watching this hateful, sinful behavior was quickly transforming him into one of these sinners as the desires of the flesh were heated to boiling by the devil himself. Ron took his eyes away from the grossly evil scene and busied himself checking his equipment, but never was he unaware of the aching he felt in his male flesh... a sure sign that he was about to do battle with evil forces. Automatic pistol with silencer... check... full clip in place... check... 20 more clips of 9mm ammo, 32 bullets to the clip... check. Time to move... Just one more look...
Luisa announced that everyone had properly welcomed Jon and SaraJane, but neither of them had 'come' yet. "Jon and SaraJane, decide together which couple you want to finish you off." Jon looked at his wife and laughed, "Who do you want, honey?" "Let's have Mark and Alyssa," SaraJane whispered back. Jon nodded in agreement. Mark led Alyssa over and helped her get positioned over Jon's stiff, throbbing erection. She lowered herself slowly, impaling herself on his huge pole.
Meanwhile, Mark pulled SaraJane up and turned her over the back of the sofa, quickly driving his cock into her sloppy pussy and cupping her breast in one hand and her pussy in the other hand.
SaraJane gasped as the whole length of Mark's cock plunged into her, and the electric jolts of pleasure began instantly to radiate out from her filled-up belly. Alyssa sat all the way down on Jon's lap, taking his whole cock up her pussy, then she arched her back and accepted his hands on her full round breasts. She lifted herself up about half-way and let Jon start to fuck up into her, while fondling her firm and ripe breasts. SaraJane leaned to the side and kissed Jon while Mark's cock pistoned in and out... until she gasped and then screamed as all reality exploded in pleasure and nothing mattered but the huge cock plunging into her belly. Jon saw and heard his wife explode in a powerful orgasm, and with one last squeeze of Alyssa's beautiful breasts and one last lunge of his hips, he drove his cock deep into her and felt it explode, spewing his seed deep in another woman's belly... and he was aware of Mark's guttural groans that meant he was pumping his sperm into SaraJane's belly, too.
Ron fidgeted, trying not to feel the aching for pleasure that was so unmistakeable coming from his rigid male organ, then tore his eyes away from the window when he saw both men stiffen and release their seed... Now. It has to be stopped NOW! Ron straightened his backpack full of ammo clips and made his way through the bushes to the front door.
Jon realized that everyone was clapping, and Mark and Alyssa disengaged themselves and stood up. Jon took SaraJane's hand and also stood. Luisa invited people to mingle, make some friends and make use of the private rooms and the indoor swimming pool. Another couple whose names Jon did not remember came over and chatted a while, finally introducing themselves as Roger and Sonya. Jon thought, "Sonya... yeah, I remember her... I think..." Roger said to Jon, "My wife would like it very much if you would join us for a 3-some. Interested?" Jon looked at SaraJane. "Go for it baby," she said with a wink. I'm sure I will find some companionship here." Sonya took Jon's hand and led him away. A number of other couples left in small groups, and finally Mark and Alyssa asked SaraJane if she'd like to try a 3-some with them. SaraJane agreed, and they went off looking for an empty room.
Luisa, Hans, and the young couple Sig & Bruce were left in the main room. Hans beckoned Sigrid and Bruce over to him and began to caress Sigrid's large breasts. Luisa brought Bruce over and soon they were on the floor, Hans on his back and Sigrid mounting him, while Bruce stood next to them with Luisa and Sigrid taking turns sucking on his very stiff cock. Sigrid bounced up and down, making her huge breasts bounce very erotically, and Luisa told Bruce that he should shoot his cream all over his wife's tits when Hans filled her pussy with sperm.
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Luisa took turns sucking on Bruce's cock while Sigrid fingered Luisa's pussy. Luisa
felt unmistakeable twinges of pleasure starting to radiate from her belly and Bruce groaned that he was going to cum soon, when the doorbell rang. Luisa, flushed and close to orgasm, wanted to ignore the door, but her european hospitality was too strong. She disengaged herself and walked unsteadily to the door. Still flushed with sexual energy, she opened the door.
Thup-thup-thup-thup-thup! a series of 9mm bullets punched a line of holes starting low in her belly and up across her left breast. Luisa shuddered with the impacts, then fell backwards, slumping to the floor, her eyes wide in surprise. Ron stepped in and closed the door. Looking down at the nearly naked woman writhing at his feet, he coldly pulled the trigger again and put another 6 bullets into her breasts. Luisa's body bounced as the bullets tore through her soft breasts, then she slumped, lifeless.
Ron stepped around the corner into the main room. A tall man, completely naked, had his cock in the mouth of a blonde woman with huge breasts, and she was sitting on the cock of another man. Ron shuddered, thinking of the sin they were committing.
He raised the gun, pointing it at the standing man. Bruce groaned as Sigrid's sucking mouth did its magic, stiffening as the cum boiled up in his balls. Sigrid pulled back and aimed him at her breasts. His cock twitched and a huge spurt of cum jetted out across her bouncing breasts. She stroked his cock, coaxing more and more spurts of cream, and Bruce's overstimulated balls obliged with a huge load. Sigrid began to come, and her pussy clamped around Hans' cock.
Ron had seen enough. Thup-thup-thup-thup-thup! 5 holes appeared across Bruce's chest, tossing him backwards to sprawl across the couch. Sigrid did not understand what happened, because she was gasping and shuddering as her orgasm ripped up through her body, followed quickly by Hans' eruption of sperm. Ron aimed at the shuddering, naked woman, her blonde hair tossing erotically... Thup-thup-thup-thup-thup-thup! Sigrid's big breasts jumped and bounced as 6 9mm slugs slammed through them, tossing her backwards to sprawl on the floor, leaving Hans' cock jerking and spewing into the air. Ron walked over to the gasping man. Thup-thup-thup-thup-thup-thup! He fired 6 bullets into his still-twitching cock and churning balls. Hans grabbed for his destroyed manhood, and Ron emptied the clip into his chest. Hans collapsed onto his back, twitching.
Ron pulled out the empty clip and tossed it, replacing it with a full one. He gently kicked the body of the blonde woman. Her big breasts swayed back and forth, but there was no response. The bullet holes in her breasts were starting to bleed. Acting on an impulse, he placed the muzzle of the silencer over the nipple of her left breast and fired. Thup-thup-thup-thup-thup-thup! Her big breast bounced as the bullets punched through it and into her heart. Turning to the tall man, sprawled on the couch, Ron grabbed him by one arm and pulled him onto the floor, then he lifted the blonde's body and lay her on her back on top of him. Arranging their arms and legs in a spread-eagle pattern, one on top of the other, then stood between their splayed legs. Aiming at her soft lower belly, Ron drilled them both with another volley of bullets. Thup-thup-thup-thup-thup-thup! Their bodies bounced as the bullets tore through her pussy and on through his belly.
Satisfied, Ron walked to the door, and closed it behind him. Again he tried to ignore the insistent ache in his groin. The next door down the hall was partly ajar. Ron slipped inside into the semi-darkness. There were 2 nude women, face to face on the bed, one on top of the other, with a man at each end. The man who was between the legs of the 2 women was fucking the one on top, then he would pull out and slide his cock into the woman on the bottom. After fucking her for a few strokes, he would switch back. At their heads, the other man was taking turns pushing his cock into their mouths. The two women were grinding their pussies and their breasts together and were moaning and begging for more fucking.
The guy fucking the two women switched from the woman on the bottom to the woman on the top, drove his cock into her and stiffened, throwing his head back in a howl of sexual release, as his balls exploded up through his cock, shooting his sperm deep
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into her belly. "Oh God," he groaned, "I'm shooting off into your wife, Chuck!"
"Give Susie a nice bellyfull," the other guy responded, "she deserves it. Ha ha haaaaa... I'm going to shoot mine down YOUR wife's throat in a second, Jim! What a cock-sucking whore your Christine is! She's sucking the cum outta me!"
Ron decided to get rid of the two men before dealing with the lascivious women. Two quick but silent bursts from his machine pistol sent both of the men reeling onto their backs with a line of bullet holes up their bellies. The two women were far too involved in carnal pleasure to even notice what had happened. Ron walked over to the bed and looked at Susie's spread-open legs, and pussy dripping with fresh cum. The ache in his shorts became too much for him to endure, so he unzipped and let his rigid cock spring out of confinement. Kneeling where Jim had been a moment before, he rammed his cock into Susie's splayed open cunt. He fucked into her for about 10 seconds before he stiffened and sent his boiling sperm into her belly. Susie convulsed and started to moan, and in his sexual ecstasy, Ron squeezed the trigger of his pistol and emptied the clip into Susie's back. The 9mm bullets penetrated her body and punched into Christine's belly and breasts, killing both of them.
Ron realized what he had done when the gun stopped firing. He was now a sinner, too. Collecting himself, he vowed to finish his work here quickly and not be tempted by the devil again. Slamming a new clip into the gun, he checked his work in this room. He rolled Susie off of Christine's body so that they were lying side-by-side on their backs. Then he rolled and dragged the bodies of the two men and laid them on top of the girls in the traditional missionary position. He liked the way this little scene looked. Time to move on.
The next room held three people, two men and a girl. It was Roger, his wife Sonya, and Jon. Jon was on his back on the bed and Sonya was straddled over his hips, impaling herself on his pole, rocking up and down. Roger knelt at their side, watching Jon fucking his wife, while Jon stroked Roger's cock and Sonya played with his balls. Ron took in this scene for a minute, then decided to send these sinners straight to hell. Roger groaned as Jon's ministrations on his cock and Sonya's squeezing of his churning balls sent him over the edge. His cum spurted hotly across Sonya's breasts. Jon let go of Roger's twitching cock to pull Sonya's hips down against him, driving his cock deep into her belly, igniting his lust with a deep groan. Two cocks spewed rhythmically, one onto Sonya's breast and the other up her cunt. Ron added the rhythm of his automatic pistol to the orgasmic sounds already playing... Thup-thup-thup-thup-thup-thup! Across Sonya's cum-spattered breasts... Thup-thup-thup-thup-thup-thup! Down Roger's chest and belly... Thup-thup-thup-thup-thup-thup! Across Jon's chest... Sonya gasped and fell backwards, sprawling over the end of the bed and abandoning Jon's spurting cock. Roger doubled over and slumped in a heap across the top of the bed, and Jon's body just bounced as the bullets stitched across his chest.
Ron stepped in close, surprised to see both of the men's cocks still twitching. He pushed Roger with his foot, rolling him onto his back with his legs bent at the knees down over the side of the bed. He appeared to be dead, except for his twitching cock. Ron panicked, and started shooting into Roger's cock and balls, then Jon's... Thup-thup-thup-thup-thup-thup! Finally he turned to Sonya's body, sprawled with her head and arms hanging over the end of the bed, 6 bullet holes across her breasts. He emptied the clip into her pussy and belly. Thup-thup-thup-thup-thup-thup! Sonya's body jerked at the impacts and her riddled breasts bounced. Her body slowly slumped off the end of the bed onto the floor.
Ron ran from the room and sprinted up the stairs, tossing the empty clip and shoving a new one into the gun. He burst into a bedroom to find a hairy, muscular man lying on his back on the bed, completely naked and alone. Ron simply riddled him with bullets, watching him jerk and bounce and finally fall still under the barrage of 9mm slugs. In an adjoining bathroom he could hear water running and two female voices. Opening the door, he found Alyssa and SaraJane in the shower together, soapy and wet and laughing. Sarajane was standing behind Alyssa, running her hands up and down over Alyssa's large breasts. Alyssa was saying, "I can't believe that
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he fucked us both and came twice in 20 minutes!" Alyssa's long black hair was
pulled to one side, down over her shoulder, and she snuggled back into SaraJane's softness and enjoyed the stimulation of the water on her belly and SaraJane's hands on her breasts.
Ron brought up the pistol to shoot them, strangely feeling the ache in his groin again... but no, he would not sin again. Thup-thup-thup-thup-thup-thup! Thup-thup-thup-thup-thup-thup! 9mm slugs tore through Alyssa's belly and slammed into SaraJane's belly. Alyssa jerked forward and took the second volley directly in her breasts, then slumped to the floor. SaraJane was plastered against the back wall of the shower, her belly bleeding. Thup-thup-thup-thup-thup-thup! Ron riddled one of her breasts. SaraJane fell forward and caught herself, sliding down into a semi-seated position. Thup-thup-thup-thup-thup-thup! Ron put 6 more slugs in the other breast. SaraJane shuddered and slumped over Alyssa, lying still.
Ron went to the shower and turned off the water. He pulled Alyssa's body out onto the bathroom floor and lifted her onto a wood bench in a seated position. Then he pulled SaraJane's body out of the shower and sat her next to Alyssa, leaning against her with her legs apart. Sarajane's curly chestnut hair fell in ringlets over her shoulder and down over Sonya's breasts. Ron put a new clip in the gun and holding his again-stiff cock in one hand, he fired into their bodies, short 3-bullet bursts, watching their bullet-riddled breasts bounce as the bullets hit them, watching their bellies jerk when the bullets slammed into their guts. Ron's cock spurted onto the floor when he pumped 3 bullets into Alyssa's dark pussy, and when it stopped throbbing, he put the last few bullets into Sarajane's chestnut-fringed pussy. Her body jerked, fell across Alyssa's lap, then rolled slowly onto the floor at Ron's feet.
Ron suddenly panicked, realizing that there were still more people in the house, and that his sadistic indulgence in overkill may have alerted someone. He threw the empty clip out of the pistol and slammed in a new one. At the end of the hall, he pushed open the door to find himself looking at the back of a naked man standing in the middle of the dimly lit room. The legs and arms of a short-haired brunette were wrapped around his body as the rocked rythmically. Ron then saw that a second guy was plastered up against the girl from behind, his hands clutching her tits and his cock in her butt. Ron didn't have time to think about the evil being perpetrated here, he just fired into the back of the first guy. He sprayed a zig-zag pattern up and down his back and the bullets ripped through all 3 of them. They all jerked and grunted as they were riddled, and they slumped in a tangled pile to the floor. The girl's upper body slid out from between the two men, and Ron admired the pattern of bullet holes across her tits. But enough! There was more to do!
Charging out the door he ran down the steps and went to the door at the end of the hall. Pushing it open, he peered into a large room, dimly lit, in which there was a swimming pool. There were several couples in the pool area, two in the water and one couple in a deck chair, but they were not making a lot of playful noise. Slowly rocking along the side of the pool was a man standing in waist-deep water with a nude girl wrapped around him. Her breasts were in his face and he lifted her slowly up and down in the water, fucking his cock up into her lovely body, while her breasts slid up and down over his face. Her dark hair was wet and matted against her back, and her face glowed with sexual excitement. Ron watched the guy throw back his head and groan when his cock started to spurt deep into the dark-haired beauty's belly. Ron fired into his tense-muscled back... Thup-thup-thup-thup-thup-thup! The bullets ripped through his back, exiting his chest and continuing into the girl's belly. The couple shuddered under the multiple impacts, and sank into the water. The girl popped back up, floating on her back, and Ron finished her off with a triple-bullet burst to each of her sexy, bouncing breasts. Thup-thup-thup! Thup-thup-thup!
A naked, long-haired blonde with small but firm breasts sat on the edge of the pool on the opposite side from Ron, her legs spread lewdly apart. Ron could see a man in the water, with only head and shoulders exposed, his face buried in her pussy. Her head tossed from side to side as he drove her further and further into orgasmic
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pleasure with his mouth and tongue. Ron flipped the gun to full automatic and sent a
stream of bullets into the convulsing girl's naked body, riddling her tits and belly, and throwing her onto her back. Ripping out the empty clip, Ron shoved in a new one as the guy realized something was wrong and stood up looking at the bullet-riddled body of the girl. He turned toward Ron, a look of horror on his face, and Ron riddled his chest with a dozen bullets, tossing him backwards onto the dead blonde's body.
Ron turned his attention to the last couple in the pool area. A man lay back in a deck chair while a short-haired brunette with large dangling breasts knelt on the floor between his legs, sucking his cock. Her head bobbed rhymically up and down, taking his large cock deep into her throat. One of her hands worked his balls, massaging and squeezing them while her other hand was buried in her own pussy.
Ron's view of this couple was from the side, and he watched the guy's body stiffen and arch while she took his erupting cock deep into her throat, her breasts bouncing with the smooth rhythm of her bobbing head. Ron raked them with bullets, spraying them both, back and forth, running the stream of bullets down his chest and belly, then down hers, back up, pumping several through her large dangling breasts, then several into his cock and balls, until they both stopped their jerking and slumped lifelessly into the deck chair. Her head lay slumped into his lap, and his cock was still in her mouth.
Ron believed that he had killed everyone in the house, but he pulled out the spent clip and put in a new one just in case. Intrigued by the mayhem he had wrought, he walked around the pool, observing the riddled body of the brunette, still floating on her back in the water. He thought he might like to do a little target practice on her. Thup-thup-thup! Her body bounced in the water and floated away from him. He passed the long-haired blonde lying on her back with her spread legs in the water, her older male lover sprawled on his back over her. These two could use a few more bullets, he mused. Thup-thup-thup! Thup-thup-thup! 3 in her breasts and 3 in his belly for good measure. And around to the deck chair where the short-haired blonde laid slumped in her partner's lap, cock still in her mouth. I wish I had a camera, he thought...
Spencer, Marsha and Steve had finished their playing in the other upstairs bedroom and had come down to take a dip and cool off. Marsha's naked breasts still carried the spatters of cum that her husband, Spencer, had shot there while Steve was unloading his huge balls full of sperm into her belly. They came thru the door and saw the bullet-riddled bodies lying around and in the pool. They saw a strange man standing over the dead couple in the deck chair with an ugly-looking gun. He was unaware of their entrance, staring at the lewd and gruesome scene, preparing to put a few more bullets into their already-riddled bodies.
At this moment Marsha screamed, and Ron spun toward them, pulling the trigger of his automatic. The bullets sprayed across the trio, catching Steve in the belly, then Marsha across the pussy, then Spencer took 4 or 5 in the belly. All three of them jerked back in shock, unable to move as Ron played the stream of bullets back across their chests. Marsha's cum-spattered tits took 4 bullets as she slumped to the floor, followed by both of the men, until they lay in a pile of grotesquely entwined arms and legs. Ron's clip was empty. He tossed it and slammed in his last one.
He approached the tangled bodies of the lovers and poked them with his foot, then backed away and fired one more burst into them, watching their bodies jerk and bounce.
A loud voice called, "Ron! Stop!" Ron looked up in surprise as a dark figure clad in a robe and cowl swept into the swimming pool area. He dropped his gun with a clatter and stammered, "Master! What... what are you doing here?" The dark figure stopped about 10 feet from Ron. "I have been observing you, Ron. You have done a great deed here tonight, putting an end to these depraved sinners." Ron smiled, "Thank you, master." "But," the Master went on, "I observed you taking pleasure in the bodies of these sinners. You are one of them, now."
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Ron's face dropped, as he realized what the Master was saying. In a split second he realized that the Master had a gun in the voluminous sleeve of his robe. Before Ron
could move, the gun started to fire...

Imagine Ron's surprise when the bullets started punching into his cock and balls, then his taut belly. Thup-thup-thup-thup-thup-thup! His eyes flew open and the gun fired again, sending a stream of bullets up his belly, and across his chest. Ron felt the bullets penetrate him, ripping him apart inside, felt himself falling back... heard his body hit the water... felt the cold...
The Master waited for his body to float to the surface, face up, before he emptied the clip into him, propelling his corpse out into the pool. ]]>