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Sonny stood watching Tim as he leveled his sights on the target. Imagining himself standing there as the target, he listened as the bolt hit the target with a satisfying *thunk*. Walking to the target they counted up the score and filled out their scorecards.
"Did you ever think about what it might feel like to be shot with one of these arrows?" Sonny asked as they retrieved them from the thick padded target.
"Bolts, Sonny, they are called bolts with a crossbow. Arrows are generally longer. They are arrows but they're called that because they're made different. Anyway you wouldn't want to find out." Tim answered.
"OK bolt. Still, I think I would." Sonny said, feeling the tip of one of the target arrows. "It's not exactly like getting shot with a broad head, more like a bullet, small hole, long smooth shaft, and sexy - cool."
"Sexy!?" Tim yipped. "What the hell are you talking about - sexy?"
"Haven't you ever watched a movie where a cowboy or soldier gets shot in the gut with an arrow? He stands there a few seconds, clutching the shaft, grimacing with pain, and then topples over - dead?" Sonny asked.
"Yeah, so what's so damned sexy about that?" Tim asked. "Don't tell me that you never felt even a little aroused watching some guy taking it in the gut?"
"I guess I never thought of it that way. I suppose that since you put it like that, I have kinda thought about it in a way." Tim admitted.
"How about the rest? Didn't you ever hope some guy would get it with an arrow, or sword and even feel a little aroused when it happened?" Tim was quiet. They looked at each other for a long time until Sonny looked down and spotted Tim's crotch.
"Well, I'd say the jig's up, Tim, among other things." Sonny said grinning and pointing at the bulge in Tim's jeans. "Never got even a little horny over some guy taking it in the gut, eh?"
Tim's face reddened. Pointing to Sonny's mound of flesh in his own jeans, Tim said, "You've got a lot to talk about, you've got quite a hard-on started there yourself."
"I admitted it. I get turned on by guys getting it in the gut with arrows. You're the one that was trying to hide it. Ol' Peter there had other ideas." he chuckled. "Why not admit it?"
"It's not something I would feel right about talking about." He admitted. "I've always liked those kinds of scenes, I've even got a collection of pictures that I've put together, but I never felt right about telling anybody about it. I figured people would think I was weird or something."
"Not at all," Sonny said, "I think it's quite normal. I have my own pictures at home too."
Feeling a little relived, Tim started opening up to Sonny about his "secret" feeling, glad to be able to talk about it to somebody. "I imagine that the target is a person when I shoot." Tim said in a low voice. They were the only people there in Tim's back yard, but he still did not feel right about saying it very loud.
"Cool," Sonny said, "I imagine that I'm standing down there in front of the target. You take aim and shoot - Unnnggghhh! Right in my belly button!"
Tim's bulge was beginning to hurt. He never imagined that he would be so aroused by talking to another guy about this! Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he squirmed, trying to move things around in his jeans to a more comfortable position.
Sonny was getting harder too. His pulse was racing and he could hear it pounding in his ears. He made a decision. "Tim," he said, "I want you to do me."
"What? 'Do' you? What the hell do you mean by that?"
"Just that. I want you to shoot me with arrows, bolts - whatever. Use me as a target."
The idea appealed to Tim. He never would have even considered it but they both were feeling a fever that they had never felt before. His heart pounding, he said, "Are you sure?"
"Damn straight," he said, grabbing his rock hard crotch. "I think that would be the coolest thing - Yeah! Three arrows. Can you do it?"
"Three?" He asked. "Yeah, three. First one in the belly button. Wait a few seconds, and shoot another, this one high, maybe in the shoulder, then wait. I want the feel of shooting my wad without ever having touched my cock. Let it go all by itself. Guys do that when they are dying violent deaths. The body tries to spread it's seed one last time! The whole body tries to make it happen. It turns your nervous system inside out. Guys injured in the service sometimes experience this and live." He gasped for breath. "I hear that is one of the wildest possible sexual highs. I want that."
Nearly breathless himself, Tim asked "That's two bolts. What about the third?" "In the heart, man. I want the last arrow to punch through my heart just as the last shot of cum fires. I think that would be the coolest of all!" Sweat trickled down Sonny's face as he spoke. Both young men were nearly insane with a wild lust to do this. Tim shook as he thought about it, Sonny was almost hyperventilating. His scalp tingled and his ears buzzed as he anticipated finally experiencing his life-long fantasy.
"This is crazy!" Tim said. "Lets do it!"
"All RIGHT!" Sonny said. Giving Tim the high five.
They started planning just how it would be done. After several ideas and rejections by one or the other, Sonny suggested that he just walk around in the back yard and Tim could pretend to be an assassin stalking his prey. He would take a shot when he was ready. No warning. Indians never warned the cavalry soldiers before they shot them. It would be so much hotter this way.
Sonny walked down to the target. Standing there, he peeled his tee shirt off and rubbed his belly. Spreading the shirt out on target, he pointed to it and Tim let his first arrow fly. Striking the tee shirt right where Sonny's navel would have been. Sonny jumped as the shirt took the arrow.
"Perfect!" he said, looking at the hit. He fondled his navel thinking about what he was about to feel. Walking from place to place, he was beginning to gat a little afraid that Tim might have lost his nerve and maybe, was not going to do it.
As he walked across in front of the tennis court net, his wait was suddenly over.
At first Sonny thought that Tom might have thrown something that hit him in the stomach, but as he looked down at his stomach, he could see that he had been shot squarely in the navel! In a couple more seconds he started to feel the deep, throbbing pain that emanated from his intestines.
Putting his hand on his belly, he felt the shaft as it moved, deep inside his abdomen. Pressing and releasing, he found that he had control of the amount of pain that he felt. There was almost no blood at all. The shaft filled the small hole at the bottom of his navel. He could feel a prickly tingle inside him that was unlike anything he had ever felt before. He gingerly touched the shaft a few times, each time a little harder. The shaft throbbed with each heartbeat as did the deep waves of pain. His sex throbbed and ached now, almost beyond tolerance. He was just about to say something to Tim when the second bolt struck him in the shoulder.
"Unnnggghhh!" he grunted as the pain of the arrow exploded in his shoulder. There was no question! He was shot!. The pain was intense. The arrow had grazed his collar bone and embedded itself in his shoulder blade. Real pain!
He found that he could not move his left hand, now holding his abdomen around the bolt in his navel. Reaching across with his right hand, he felt the area around the wound. "God, that hurts." he said to himself. He had not expected this much pain. As he strained against the pain, blood started to trickle from both wounds. His exertion raised his blood pressure and he was now bleeding.
As he inhaled, powerful waves of pain tore down through his shoulder and made his abdominal muscles contract. His every breath sent agonizing waves of pain through his whole being.
Suddenly his sex started firing. He felt the tightest squeeze he had ever felt in his groin as his testicles emptied themselves. His powerful contractions ejected hot, thick semen into his jeans. He could feel the hot semen begin to run down over his balls. He moved and the slick fluid made his manhood slide to a new position, causing another round of hot fluid to erupt. The slippery semen felt hot and just a little movement of his body caused things to slide around inside his jeans. He was glad that he had decided to wear no underwear today.
He started to do several pelvic thrusts, moving his shaft against the coarse denim behind his zipper. Stimulated by the sensation, he became lost in what was happening. Nothing else mattered anymore. He was in a paradise that he had only dreamed of, and it was a thousand times more hot than he had ever imagined.
Pumped completely dry, his shaft still tried to shoot. He was feeling a delightful agony as his sex tried to find more to fire. He felt his glands straining, trying to force yet another shot out. He shuddered as the ache within him started to deepen. His shoulder was throbbing and the bolt in his abdomen throbbed with each ejaculation. His abdominal muscles squeezed tight around the shaft in his navel. Each breath brought renewed pleasure/pain as his body screamed out for release.
Suddenly Sonny's mind came back to reality. He realized that Tim was watching and waiting for the moment that he shot his last shot of cum. He was told to shoot for the heart as the last shot fired. Suddenly he felt a rush of terror, knowing that his life was going to come to a sudden, painful end. Opening his eyes from his deep ecstasy, he saw Tim standing about ten feet away, crossbow loaded, cocked and aimed at his chest. Tim's fly had been opened and he could see Tim stroking himself as he watched Sonny weaken. Sonny had dropped to his knees, still swiveling his hips, slipping his still rigid member around inside his jeans. Tim could see the dark stain soaking through the faded denim, marking the fact that Sonny had gotten at least part of his wish. His mind reeled at the wild rush of sensations that flooded through it. Endorphins, the body's natural morphine-like defense against pain, flooded his system. He was in the middle of the highest high he had ever felt. Not wanting it to end yet, he tried to make Tim believe that he was still pumping... A sudden deep fear started to wash through Sonny as he realized that he did not want to die. He wanted this to last forever. He decided to try to tell Tim that he wanted to live to do this again. Opening his eyes again, he saw the crossbow aimed at his chest. Tim was sweating and shaking. He was watching for some sign from Sonny that it was time. Holding on as long as he could, trying not to climax before the time he had chosen, he ached inside. Watching Sonny's closed eyes and his body movements, he could tell that he was deep in paradise.
Suddenly Sonny's eyes opened. He looked directly at Tim as he leveled his crossbow at Sonny's bare chest. Hoping that he could hold on for a few seconds after he was shot, Tim went over their plan in his mind again. He was waiting for the sign that Sonny had come to the end of his climax. It looked like Sonny was trying to speak. "This is it!" he said to himself. Squeezing the trigger of the crossbow, he let the bolt fly.
"Unnnggghhh!" Sonny grunted. The shock of the impact sat him back so that he sat on his heels. He could feel the black shaft that had torn through his heart. It moved with each heartbeat, not like the slight pulsation of the shaft in his navel, this was definite and strong. He had wanted to wait but now he was feeling a new wave of pain and pleasure. His mind reeled at the powerful rush of adrenaline and endorphins surging through his body. His testosterone levels peaked. His muscles hardened and every blood vessel stood out in his neck, arms and across his chest. He was shaking and starting to convulse with the pain. His senses were again turned inward and nothing outside seemed to matter.
"Sonny!, Sonny!" He heard his name. Feeling a poke in his chest, he opened his eyes. Standing right in front of him, Tim stood close. Holding the crossbow, again loaded with a fresh bolt, he was offering the cross bow to him. He was holding it so that all Sonny needed to do was pull the rigger and the bolt would strike Tim right through the heart. Tim nodded as recognition flashed in Sonny's eyes. Feeling incredibly weak, Sonny reached for the trigger.
"Do it, Sonny. I'm ready." Tim pleaded.
Feeling the trigger on his finger, Sonny watched as Tim positioned the crossbow to aim directly at his now bare chested heart. Tim, satisfied with the position, pulled his tee shirt up almost to his neck and nodded to Sonny.
Squeezing the trigger, Sonny watched as the bolt plunged into Tim's chest almost all the way to the feathers. The impact seemed to punch Tim backwards. He dropped the crossbow to the ground and stumbled back, falling flat on his back on the ground. Grabbing for the shaft with both hands, Tim groaned loudly. Sonny could see Tim's turgid shaft standing erect out of his unfastened jeans. Tim grabbed his manhood with his right hand, just as it exploded into action. Thick white gobs shot upward, arced over the top and splatted onto Tim's bare chest. Some of the semen landed on the barely four inches of arrow shaft that still protruded out from his heaving chest. Sonny was aroused afresh by the erotic scene before him. Tim's thick member shot repeatedly. Sonny was amazed at the sheer volume of cum that gushed out. Tim was shaking badly. The powerful ejaculations and the hard landing on his back with the arrow sticking out of his back had ripped his heart open. Blood began spurting out around the shaft of the bolt in his chest. Gobs of semen rode rivers of crimson down across his chest and onto the ground.
Sonny convulsed as the death throes started to overtake him.. His erect member once again found fluid to pump and it started all over again. He could feel blood rising up in his throat as his member started pumping into his jeans again. Groping for his zipper, Sonny pulled his long thick member out of his pants. Thick, sticky fluid covered his hand as he freed his trapped member. Thick, clear fluid was gushing out. Like a fountain of pre-cum Sonny was amazed that he was again ejaculating. His chest ached and burned. His balls felt like they were trying to explode and his blood vessels expanded even more.
Tim lay on the ground enraptured in ecstatic bliss. He could see Sonny, still moving and holding his huge cock. Clear, honey-thick fluid oozed out as he stroked himself. Squeezing himself, Tim felt his sex pumping his last drops of vital fluids out through his member. Convulsing and jerking, he felt his heart being torn by the bolt that had gone all the way in through his chest. The point had struck the ground when he fell and the shaft was bent inside him as he lay helpless on the ground. Sonny was right! This was the wildest ride he had ever been on. He never felt like this about pain before. He relished each wave as it washed over his being. His heart only able to supply a small amount of blood, pumped harder. The pounding organ sent shock waves of pain to his arms, his legs and his back. His head throbbed and he was getting dizzy. As the world swirled around him he grabbed his manhood with both hands and massaged and squeezed his cock and balls. Violent spasms rocked his being as he sat halfway up and fell back down repeatedly, each time falling on the crossbow bolt where it protruded from his back.
Feeling himself beginning to die, and loose consciousness for the last time, he tried to look at Sonny. Sonny was convulsing rhythmically as he lay back. still on his knees and leaning backwards on his heels, he was folded over backwards until the tip of the bolt jammed into the ground. Each time it hit, he raised up again, only to fall back again. As he raised up he opened his eyes. He spotted Tim, who was looking at him. Tim raised his hand in a thumbs-up. Sonny smiled weakly and raised his thumb. Holding himself up as much as he could, he could feel his body growing cold. All feeling faded away and he felt like he was floating. A strange darkness started moving in from all sides.
Tim looked as Sonny lay back for the last time. He saw the three bolts sticking out of his body, the one in his chest had stopped moving. his swollen manhood still stood firm, still oozing that clear fluid that ran down slowly like wax down the sides of a burning candle. He was getting too weak. Falling back for the last time, he felt the shaft push against the wound through his heart.
"Bolts, Sonny, they are called bolts with a crossbow. Arrows are generally longer. They are arrows but they're called that because they're made different. Anyway you wouldn't want to find out." Tim answered.
"OK bolt. Still, I think I would." Sonny said, feeling the tip of one of the target arrows. "It's not exactly like getting shot with a broad head, more like a bullet, small hole, long smooth shaft, and sexy - cool."
"Sexy!?" Tim yipped. "What the hell are you talking about - sexy?"
"Haven't you ever watched a movie where a cowboy or soldier gets shot in the gut with an arrow? He stands there a few seconds, clutching the shaft, grimacing with pain, and then topples over - dead?" Sonny asked.
"Yeah, so what's so damned sexy about that?" Tim asked. "Don't tell me that you never felt even a little aroused watching some guy taking it in the gut?"
"I guess I never thought of it that way. I suppose that since you put it like that, I have kinda thought about it in a way." Tim admitted.
"How about the rest? Didn't you ever hope some guy would get it with an arrow, or sword and even feel a little aroused when it happened?" Tim was quiet. They looked at each other for a long time until Sonny looked down and spotted Tim's crotch.
"Well, I'd say the jig's up, Tim, among other things." Sonny said grinning and pointing at the bulge in Tim's jeans. "Never got even a little horny over some guy taking it in the gut, eh?"
Tim's face reddened. Pointing to Sonny's mound of flesh in his own jeans, Tim said, "You've got a lot to talk about, you've got quite a hard-on started there yourself."
"I admitted it. I get turned on by guys getting it in the gut with arrows. You're the one that was trying to hide it. Ol' Peter there had other ideas." he chuckled. "Why not admit it?"
"It's not something I would feel right about talking about." He admitted. "I've always liked those kinds of scenes, I've even got a collection of pictures that I've put together, but I never felt right about telling anybody about it. I figured people would think I was weird or something."
"Not at all," Sonny said, "I think it's quite normal. I have my own pictures at home too."
Feeling a little relived, Tim started opening up to Sonny about his "secret" feeling, glad to be able to talk about it to somebody. "I imagine that the target is a person when I shoot." Tim said in a low voice. They were the only people there in Tim's back yard, but he still did not feel right about saying it very loud.
"Cool," Sonny said, "I imagine that I'm standing down there in front of the target. You take aim and shoot - Unnnggghhh! Right in my belly button!"
Tim's bulge was beginning to hurt. He never imagined that he would be so aroused by talking to another guy about this! Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he squirmed, trying to move things around in his jeans to a more comfortable position.
Sonny was getting harder too. His pulse was racing and he could hear it pounding in his ears. He made a decision. "Tim," he said, "I want you to do me."
"What? 'Do' you? What the hell do you mean by that?"
"Just that. I want you to shoot me with arrows, bolts - whatever. Use me as a target."
The idea appealed to Tim. He never would have even considered it but they both were feeling a fever that they had never felt before. His heart pounding, he said, "Are you sure?"
"Damn straight," he said, grabbing his rock hard crotch. "I think that would be the coolest thing - Yeah! Three arrows. Can you do it?"
"Three?" He asked. "Yeah, three. First one in the belly button. Wait a few seconds, and shoot another, this one high, maybe in the shoulder, then wait. I want the feel of shooting my wad without ever having touched my cock. Let it go all by itself. Guys do that when they are dying violent deaths. The body tries to spread it's seed one last time! The whole body tries to make it happen. It turns your nervous system inside out. Guys injured in the service sometimes experience this and live." He gasped for breath. "I hear that is one of the wildest possible sexual highs. I want that."
Nearly breathless himself, Tim asked "That's two bolts. What about the third?" "In the heart, man. I want the last arrow to punch through my heart just as the last shot of cum fires. I think that would be the coolest of all!" Sweat trickled down Sonny's face as he spoke. Both young men were nearly insane with a wild lust to do this. Tim shook as he thought about it, Sonny was almost hyperventilating. His scalp tingled and his ears buzzed as he anticipated finally experiencing his life-long fantasy.
"This is crazy!" Tim said. "Lets do it!"
"All RIGHT!" Sonny said. Giving Tim the high five.
They started planning just how it would be done. After several ideas and rejections by one or the other, Sonny suggested that he just walk around in the back yard and Tim could pretend to be an assassin stalking his prey. He would take a shot when he was ready. No warning. Indians never warned the cavalry soldiers before they shot them. It would be so much hotter this way.
Sonny walked down to the target. Standing there, he peeled his tee shirt off and rubbed his belly. Spreading the shirt out on target, he pointed to it and Tim let his first arrow fly. Striking the tee shirt right where Sonny's navel would have been. Sonny jumped as the shirt took the arrow.
"Perfect!" he said, looking at the hit. He fondled his navel thinking about what he was about to feel. Walking from place to place, he was beginning to gat a little afraid that Tim might have lost his nerve and maybe, was not going to do it.
As he walked across in front of the tennis court net, his wait was suddenly over.
At first Sonny thought that Tom might have thrown something that hit him in the stomach, but as he looked down at his stomach, he could see that he had been shot squarely in the navel! In a couple more seconds he started to feel the deep, throbbing pain that emanated from his intestines.
Putting his hand on his belly, he felt the shaft as it moved, deep inside his abdomen. Pressing and releasing, he found that he had control of the amount of pain that he felt. There was almost no blood at all. The shaft filled the small hole at the bottom of his navel. He could feel a prickly tingle inside him that was unlike anything he had ever felt before. He gingerly touched the shaft a few times, each time a little harder. The shaft throbbed with each heartbeat as did the deep waves of pain. His sex throbbed and ached now, almost beyond tolerance. He was just about to say something to Tim when the second bolt struck him in the shoulder.
"Unnnggghhh!" he grunted as the pain of the arrow exploded in his shoulder. There was no question! He was shot!. The pain was intense. The arrow had grazed his collar bone and embedded itself in his shoulder blade. Real pain!
He found that he could not move his left hand, now holding his abdomen around the bolt in his navel. Reaching across with his right hand, he felt the area around the wound. "God, that hurts." he said to himself. He had not expected this much pain. As he strained against the pain, blood started to trickle from both wounds. His exertion raised his blood pressure and he was now bleeding.
As he inhaled, powerful waves of pain tore down through his shoulder and made his abdominal muscles contract. His every breath sent agonizing waves of pain through his whole being.
Suddenly his sex started firing. He felt the tightest squeeze he had ever felt in his groin as his testicles emptied themselves. His powerful contractions ejected hot, thick semen into his jeans. He could feel the hot semen begin to run down over his balls. He moved and the slick fluid made his manhood slide to a new position, causing another round of hot fluid to erupt. The slippery semen felt hot and just a little movement of his body caused things to slide around inside his jeans. He was glad that he had decided to wear no underwear today.
He started to do several pelvic thrusts, moving his shaft against the coarse denim behind his zipper. Stimulated by the sensation, he became lost in what was happening. Nothing else mattered anymore. He was in a paradise that he had only dreamed of, and it was a thousand times more hot than he had ever imagined.
Pumped completely dry, his shaft still tried to shoot. He was feeling a delightful agony as his sex tried to find more to fire. He felt his glands straining, trying to force yet another shot out. He shuddered as the ache within him started to deepen. His shoulder was throbbing and the bolt in his abdomen throbbed with each ejaculation. His abdominal muscles squeezed tight around the shaft in his navel. Each breath brought renewed pleasure/pain as his body screamed out for release.
Suddenly Sonny's mind came back to reality. He realized that Tim was watching and waiting for the moment that he shot his last shot of cum. He was told to shoot for the heart as the last shot fired. Suddenly he felt a rush of terror, knowing that his life was going to come to a sudden, painful end. Opening his eyes from his deep ecstasy, he saw Tim standing about ten feet away, crossbow loaded, cocked and aimed at his chest. Tim's fly had been opened and he could see Tim stroking himself as he watched Sonny weaken. Sonny had dropped to his knees, still swiveling his hips, slipping his still rigid member around inside his jeans. Tim could see the dark stain soaking through the faded denim, marking the fact that Sonny had gotten at least part of his wish. His mind reeled at the wild rush of sensations that flooded through it. Endorphins, the body's natural morphine-like defense against pain, flooded his system. He was in the middle of the highest high he had ever felt. Not wanting it to end yet, he tried to make Tim believe that he was still pumping... A sudden deep fear started to wash through Sonny as he realized that he did not want to die. He wanted this to last forever. He decided to try to tell Tim that he wanted to live to do this again. Opening his eyes again, he saw the crossbow aimed at his chest. Tim was sweating and shaking. He was watching for some sign from Sonny that it was time. Holding on as long as he could, trying not to climax before the time he had chosen, he ached inside. Watching Sonny's closed eyes and his body movements, he could tell that he was deep in paradise.
Suddenly Sonny's eyes opened. He looked directly at Tim as he leveled his crossbow at Sonny's bare chest. Hoping that he could hold on for a few seconds after he was shot, Tim went over their plan in his mind again. He was waiting for the sign that Sonny had come to the end of his climax. It looked like Sonny was trying to speak. "This is it!" he said to himself. Squeezing the trigger of the crossbow, he let the bolt fly.
"Unnnggghhh!" Sonny grunted. The shock of the impact sat him back so that he sat on his heels. He could feel the black shaft that had torn through his heart. It moved with each heartbeat, not like the slight pulsation of the shaft in his navel, this was definite and strong. He had wanted to wait but now he was feeling a new wave of pain and pleasure. His mind reeled at the powerful rush of adrenaline and endorphins surging through his body. His testosterone levels peaked. His muscles hardened and every blood vessel stood out in his neck, arms and across his chest. He was shaking and starting to convulse with the pain. His senses were again turned inward and nothing outside seemed to matter.
"Sonny!, Sonny!" He heard his name. Feeling a poke in his chest, he opened his eyes. Standing right in front of him, Tim stood close. Holding the crossbow, again loaded with a fresh bolt, he was offering the cross bow to him. He was holding it so that all Sonny needed to do was pull the rigger and the bolt would strike Tim right through the heart. Tim nodded as recognition flashed in Sonny's eyes. Feeling incredibly weak, Sonny reached for the trigger.
"Do it, Sonny. I'm ready." Tim pleaded.
Feeling the trigger on his finger, Sonny watched as Tim positioned the crossbow to aim directly at his now bare chested heart. Tim, satisfied with the position, pulled his tee shirt up almost to his neck and nodded to Sonny.
Squeezing the trigger, Sonny watched as the bolt plunged into Tim's chest almost all the way to the feathers. The impact seemed to punch Tim backwards. He dropped the crossbow to the ground and stumbled back, falling flat on his back on the ground. Grabbing for the shaft with both hands, Tim groaned loudly. Sonny could see Tim's turgid shaft standing erect out of his unfastened jeans. Tim grabbed his manhood with his right hand, just as it exploded into action. Thick white gobs shot upward, arced over the top and splatted onto Tim's bare chest. Some of the semen landed on the barely four inches of arrow shaft that still protruded out from his heaving chest. Sonny was aroused afresh by the erotic scene before him. Tim's thick member shot repeatedly. Sonny was amazed at the sheer volume of cum that gushed out. Tim was shaking badly. The powerful ejaculations and the hard landing on his back with the arrow sticking out of his back had ripped his heart open. Blood began spurting out around the shaft of the bolt in his chest. Gobs of semen rode rivers of crimson down across his chest and onto the ground.
Sonny convulsed as the death throes started to overtake him.. His erect member once again found fluid to pump and it started all over again. He could feel blood rising up in his throat as his member started pumping into his jeans again. Groping for his zipper, Sonny pulled his long thick member out of his pants. Thick, sticky fluid covered his hand as he freed his trapped member. Thick, clear fluid was gushing out. Like a fountain of pre-cum Sonny was amazed that he was again ejaculating. His chest ached and burned. His balls felt like they were trying to explode and his blood vessels expanded even more.
Tim lay on the ground enraptured in ecstatic bliss. He could see Sonny, still moving and holding his huge cock. Clear, honey-thick fluid oozed out as he stroked himself. Squeezing himself, Tim felt his sex pumping his last drops of vital fluids out through his member. Convulsing and jerking, he felt his heart being torn by the bolt that had gone all the way in through his chest. The point had struck the ground when he fell and the shaft was bent inside him as he lay helpless on the ground. Sonny was right! This was the wildest ride he had ever been on. He never felt like this about pain before. He relished each wave as it washed over his being. His heart only able to supply a small amount of blood, pumped harder. The pounding organ sent shock waves of pain to his arms, his legs and his back. His head throbbed and he was getting dizzy. As the world swirled around him he grabbed his manhood with both hands and massaged and squeezed his cock and balls. Violent spasms rocked his being as he sat halfway up and fell back down repeatedly, each time falling on the crossbow bolt where it protruded from his back.
Feeling himself beginning to die, and loose consciousness for the last time, he tried to look at Sonny. Sonny was convulsing rhythmically as he lay back. still on his knees and leaning backwards on his heels, he was folded over backwards until the tip of the bolt jammed into the ground. Each time it hit, he raised up again, only to fall back again. As he raised up he opened his eyes. He spotted Tim, who was looking at him. Tim raised his hand in a thumbs-up. Sonny smiled weakly and raised his thumb. Holding himself up as much as he could, he could feel his body growing cold. All feeling faded away and he felt like he was floating. A strange darkness started moving in from all sides.
Tim looked as Sonny lay back for the last time. He saw the three bolts sticking out of his body, the one in his chest had stopped moving. his swollen manhood still stood firm, still oozing that clear fluid that ran down slowly like wax down the sides of a burning candle. He was getting too weak. Falling back for the last time, he felt the shaft push against the wound through his heart.
The throbbing pain in his chest stopped. Blood gurgled up in his throat and ran down his cheek into his ear. His pain was gone, His hands fell limply to his sides. The same darkness that wrapped itself around Sonny now folded itself over Tim. "Good bye," he thought "good bye my friend.... See you soon......"
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