Sometimes the best way to kill is to use the arrow. Silent - Deadly and Fearsome, others close by may be unaware of the attack and soon become victims as well.
These pics are part of short tales told in just one or more pictures, not necessarily able to fit in with other tales told on this site, but included here for your pleasure.
By the way - These are not necessarily tales of the old west.
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Captured and held for ransom, Chris knew that he would not be released alive. His chance came when the guard fell asleep and he was able to untie himself and escape. He was a dead man if he didn't try so he had onthing to lose and everything to gain.
They caught him before he had gotten very far. Three of them bound him to a fencepost with barbed wire and the fourth went back to his pickup, and came back with a bow.
One shot at a time the archer carefully placed each shot where it would not kill right away. The third shot cut a vein in his shoulder which assured that he would die - albeit die slowly.After an hour they got in their trucks and left him to die alone in the cold desert night.
Cody slowly walked back toward the stable. It was only lunch time but Cody was not really thinking of anything except getting out of his dusty work clothes and taking a long, relaxing shower. The last thing he would have thought possible was the next thing to happen.
A sudden burning pain in his gut brought him out of his thoughts of a shower and to the reality that he had been shot just above the belt with an arrow! Before he could react, a second arrow slammed deep into his chest. The sudden shock caused him to jerk back violently, throwing his hat to the ground and throwing him off balance. Falling to his knees, he realized that the second arrow had pierced his heart and that he was rapidly losing conciseness. Unable to catch his fall he fell face first into the dirt driving both arrows out through his back.The sound of a motorcycle leaving was the only sound heard as his still form lay in the hot afternoon sun.
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Hoping in vain for help to come, Lee slowly faded in and out of consciousness, each breath bringing searing waves of agony.
Jeremy had just finished his bath in the warm afternoon sun. Washing the dust and smell of the day's labor away he applied a generous dose of "stink pretty" to himself. He was looking forward to the evening in town with Cody. Thinking of his muscular, tanned friend he started getting a little hard. "Save it for later." he thought to himself, knowing that he had a good time ahead of him tonight.

Suddenly his thoughts were stripped away as a searing pain tore through his abs. Just as he realized that he had been shot with an arrow, the second shaft penetrated his chest. Staggering backward, he fell to the ground. After a moment, the young warrior stood over him with his bow, smiled down at Jeremy and fired the final arrow through his pounding heart.
As the world darkened around him he felt the warrior's hands as they grasped his balls. . .
Two days ago Joe's unsaddled horse came home without him. Fearing the worst, we set out to find him and Ed. We found his camp with the bedrolls and tent still set up, no guns, knives or saddles anywhere to be found. We found where an indian camp was not too far away still rather fresh, judging from the tracks and fresh horseshit there.

Working our way up the slope near dark, we found Joe tied to a tree. He was naked except for his boots and he was riddled with arrows, three in the gut and one in the shoulder. Looks like they played with him for quite a while before putting the last arrow in his heart.
Poor devil, Damn hard way to die. Now I wonder where Ed ended up?
It was nearly dark when we found Ed. From the amount of blood lost from the groin wound, I'd say that they nailed him down with that and then pinned his arm with another. Slowly they let him suffer, another arrow to the gut and finally the last arrow through the heart.I hate those savages!
We found Stephen. he was overpowered, stripped naked and tied down. Then they took their time killing him.
One arrow at a time, they lobbed them in from the edge of the field. Some hit the wood some hit the ground, and some hit Stephen. He was left to bleed to death slowly. If only we had found him sooner. Joey heard the thud of the arrow as it slammed into his buddy's chest and Vic's breathing gurgled hoarsely in his throat as he fell dead at Joey's feet. Joey next saw an arrow as it struck him in his belly. The loud thump was totally out of place and Joey slowly came to the realization that he was dreaming. The battle scene faded away into the darkness of the bunk room. Joey lay on the bed breathing hard, his body aroused with the mental pictures he had been wrapped in mere moments ago. There it is again... The strange noise in the darkened room and now Joey was wide awake.
"Vic, is that you?" - Just a light shuffle noise from the other side of the room. "Vic? - Who's there?""
A strange sounding cough from the general direction of Vics bunk changes Joey's focus back to this end of the room. "Vic, you awake?" he asked the dark figure vaguely outlined in the light of the exit sign over the back door. As his eyes focused in the dim light Joey realized what he was seeing was Vic on the floor beside his bed, not in it.
Jumping out of bed Joey reached for his clothes. Finding only his hat, he absent mindedly slipped it on while peering into the dim glow.
As he reached the bed his stomach knotted up as he realized that Vic had been shot - in the throat - with an arrow!"Oh shit!" he whispered as he reached for the light switch.
The light was painfully bright compared to the dim EXIT sign. Joey stared with disbelief at Vic as he put the scene together in his head. Vic had been shot through the neck and had apparently attempted to get up from his bed and fell to the floor beside it. He lay on the old rug, unmoving, lifeless, the look of pain permanently etched on his handsome face.
Again, a noise from across the room. Turning around with a sudden sense of terror, he saw four scantily clad warriors each pointing a fully drawn arrow at him.
"No!" he shouted, "Wait!"

The scene seemed to shift into slow motion as the first arrow struck him in the abdomen. The second and third hit him in the right chest, one high and one low and the fourth slammed into his mid abdomen as he tried to turn away from his attackers. Each impact shot shockwaves of searing pain through his body, demanding full and absolute attention to be paid to each.
The next arrow grazed his heart in his chest and sent him stumbling backwards to the floor. Joey stared with complete disbelief at his pierced body. Each shaft so slender and thin, yet they felt like they were as thick as his wrist. His tortured body started to react with powerful erotic throbbing pulsations as his swelling manhood erupted in his briefs. The next arrow ripped into his navel and his swollen manhood pumped uncontrollably. The last arrow found it's way up under his ribs and into his heart. The mortal wound stimulated his orgasm to unbelievable heights as his whole being celebrated his passing with the nearest thing to fireworks that a human body could produce.
Joey gasped as he realized that all of his pain was over and he could relax into the arms of the angel of death. He settled down to the floor and lay still.
The warriors whooped with victory as they moved in on the fresh kills to take their trophies from their victims.


Love them arrows in them potent, virile manly BODS...to make them turn from so VIRILE to real FERTILE, oh yah !
ReplyDeleteFor sure, nothin' more silent n' sexy manKILL deadly than a hard-on arrow plantin'....a second ERECT BONER for the stud who is on the receivin' end...and a real CUM MAKER, best FUCK ever....not to mention the "giver" of the FUCK,
the ARCHER...oh yah, so prime, FIVE STARS !
-- Foot
Totally PRIME, KyleBudStud !
ReplyDeleteArrows are so silent, swift n' sexy, when gettin' made to plant into manly flesh n' take that prime virile flesh DOWN n' OUT, turn it from VIRILE to FERTILE, oh yah, man.
Stories n' pics are totally PRIME, man....HEY, HEY...KyleBudStud...anyone ever told you that...
YOU TOTALLY ra-RAWK !!! Wa-WOOFTA !!!! --Footsoldier Lar
Love the latest stories and pics, Kyle. Thanks so much for all the work you put into this site.
ReplyDeleteDino
Love jeremy's slow death, and then the Indians mutilate him, starting at his balls! very exciting images of a favorite fanatsy of mine, as an indian warrior killing cowboys, with a bow and arrow. Wonderful images, and I envy the talent to create these arrow filled cowboys, and stripped naked! Thank you for the images, and again I envy your talents
ReplyDeleteI have added you to my favorites on Google Page because you are a true artist. I wonder if sometime, you might get some models and dress them as savage American Indian types, fighting each other with knife, spear, tomahawk, etc., in either loincloths or apron-style Indian Clothing. I found some of that on Flickr and it is so hot! In any event, thank you for a wonderful treat of eye candy for tonight.
ReplyDeleteCame across your blog some time ago while doing some Art research. Not really big on the subject matter, but having worked in Transportation, Meatpacking and the Arts while having a degree in History and being a lifelong native of Nebraska . . . Staked and Arrowed as well as Dead Ed interest me. I do look for comparative works concerning the real Cowboy vs the Hollywood perception. Far more interested in railroads. You do some good artwork. Thanks!
ReplyDeleteMark,
DeleteGlad you found these of interest. I too am intersted in the Real Cowboy life. We go to Wyoming every fall for a cattle roundup there and get a taste of the outdoor life on the trail. Love it.
Kyle