Dungeons and Dragons Roleplay Outing - Part 3

Dungeons and Dragons Roleplay Gone Wrong Part 3

Three or four times a year the D&D clubs in the city set out to enjoy a weekend
roleplaying in the country. This will be their last outing.
We watch as everything goes terribly awry!

---

After the early morning rainstorm drenched the countryside,
the well watered woodland was to become the stage for
The Terror After the Rain
__________________________________________________Click on any image for full size view.__________________________________________________Gavin walked toward the pasture to check on the animals. The Dungeons and Dragons teams were out there in the woods somewhere and he wanted to be sure that the animals were securely enclosed in their fence, as well as making sure that the players were not bothering the cows again, like they did last year. Next he checked the construction site where they were building their new garage and workshop. There were open pits there that he would rather that no one fell into.
It didn't take long to spot someone walking around where he wasn't supposed to be.
"Hey, You're on the wrong side of the field. The party is over there." He pointed toward the woods.
"Sorry,I got lost." the big intruder replied. He was tall and muscular, wearing jeans and a hoodie. A canvas sheath dangled from his belt on the right side. "I was looking for a good hiding place."
"Well, you are supposed to stay on the other side of the fences, over there." Gavin waived his arm again.
"What's all this for?" the intruder asked, motioning toward all of the stacks of wood and bags of cement.
"Just puttin' up a new building. We're almost ready to lay in the water and drainage lines." he walked toward the intruder. "Watch out, don't fall into that hole there."
"Whoa!" the intruder said as he sidestepped toward one of the holes and slid down into it.
"Dammit! I said be careful." Gavin yelled as he hurried toward the hole.
"I'm OK." The intruder said, standing up.
"Here, give me your hand." Gavin said, reaching down to him.
The stranger reached up and took his hand and started pulling. Gavin strained to pull him up but instead of coming up out of the hole, the guy pulled Gavin toward himself.
"Hey, stop it." Gavin snarled, feeling himself being pulled in. "Stop screwing around!" Gavin was getting pissed. "Someone's going to get hurt, come on up here."
"I guess you're right about that." the guy in the trench replied. Pulling with renewed strength, he clamped down harder on Gavin's wrist and tipped him off balance, pulling him into the trench. At the same time he quickly raised his right hand upward from his side. Gavin thought he was reaching for his other hand but before he could grab onto it, he felt the powerful upward thrust of the machete as it ripped in through his stomach as he fell forward onto it.
"Unhhhh!" he gasped as he fell onto the stranger. Grabbing for anything that he could get hold of, in this case he grabbed for the man's throat.
A raspy gasp escaped the assailant's mouth as Gavin tried to crush his windpipe. The killer grabbed for Gavin's wrist and tried to break his death grip on his throat. Unable to rip his target loose at first, he yanked the machete free of Gavin's stomach and slashed it upward, trying to cut off his arm. The blade lodged in his armpit, cutting deeply enough to cause the hand to let go of his throat as the two spun around and Gavin landed on his back on the ground, no longer fighting his fate.
The killer scrambled up out of the hole, gasping for breath through a partially crushed windpipe.
Leaning on a pile of lumber he cursed at the body down in the hole. "Fuckin' bastard! Tried to choke me!" he spat on the still figure in the hole. Still not satisfied, he started kicking dirt into the hole. Finding a shovel, he kept shoveling until the body was hidden from sight of anyone that might pass by.
Throwing the shovel to one side, he started off across the pasture for more human game.

---

Nickolas
__________________________________________________
"Well, well, what have we here?" Nick muttered. Turning the wooden box over he found a small cloth bag with seven "gold" coins and a rolled up "magic scroll" with some runes drawn on it, along with a piece of paper with a short list:
-----------------
Killed nine orcs; 4hp each
Damage - 1d 10 - Level
Lg ep x2
Le ep x1
Others no change.
+9 str
+1 chr
+1 sta
-----------------
Nick smiled as he read over the enigmatic information and stuffed the paper in his pocket. The papers would be recorded and results computed at a later time but he had already found several of the "treasures" that were hidden around the playing area. As a low level thief/fighter he was trying to build up enough experience to join one of the higher level teams. Some of the guys on the teams were really hot and he knew that they were gay or bi. He hoped that he might meet up with someone cute and horny today.

Turning the box on end he sat down to take his sandals off and clean the sticky, thick mud from the soft, wet ground outside the abandoned shack from them. Pulling his knife from his pocket he started trying to scrape the mud away but the trick knife's retractable blade was not up to the job.
Nick dropped his sandals to the floor and started cleaning the mud from his prized knife. "Don't want to get mud inside and ruin the blade." he thought as he cleaned the prop. Satisfied that he had done a good job, he stabbed his thigh up to the hilt. The blade retracted and sprang back out without a problem. "Good." he said. "Didn't screw it up."
Holding the knife to his stomach, he stabbed himself and reacted with mock pain as he pretended to writhe in pain. Next he stabbed himself in the chest and gasped and leaned over backward pretending to die with the blade in his chest.
"Can I help you with that?"
The voice was not familiar and Nick almost fell as he sat upright on the crate. "Shit! You startled me." Nick was embarrassed to be caught playing like that. He always felt an erotic stimulation with this kind of play and he was caught in the act with a total stranger watching. He could feel the massive bulge in his jeans as he lay back over the box. Lucky he hadn't started playing with himself in front of this guy.
"Sorry, I didn't hear you coming." he apologized.
"I saw that." the stranger said. "Looked like you were having a pretty good time there." The guy stepped in through the door.
"Oh, God, he's totally gorgeous." Nick thought as he got a clear look at the guy's handsome face and sculpted abs. He was dressed in jeans that fit his muscular frame very well, black leather boots, around his slender waist he wore a nice wide black leather belt with a large sheath hanging down from it. He had a gray hoodie with the hood up but Nick could see a shock of blond hair. The whole outfit was topped off by a bow that he had slung across his back, and a quiver of arrows. His broad smile looked very friendly. He stepped toward Nick, pulled his hood back, revealing his thick, blond hair and offered his hand. "Hi, I'm Sam." he said.
"Nick." he responded, taking the powerful hand in his.
"Nice knife you've got there. I saw you stabbing yourself with it.. Looks like fun." Nick didn't know what to say. "You a giver or a taker?" the stranger asked him.
"Huh?" Nick looked up at the stranger's face.
"You like stabbing or being stabbed?" he asked. "You ever role play with anyone else before?"
"Uh, yeah, several times. When I can." he admitted. "I like to do both. I really like to take it though."
"Wanna play with me?" Sam offered.
Nick almost fell off his seat! "Sure! When?" he asked standing up. "Where?"
"Why not right here?" He asked. I don't see anyone else around this place right now. Just sit right there on that box kinda like you were when I got here. I'll stand behind you and you can lean back on me, OK?"
Nick was really overwhelmed. This gorgeous hunk comes in from nowhere and wants to roleplay with him! "I must have died and gone to heaven.." he thought to himself.
Sam moved around behind Nick and gently pressed down on Nick's shoulders seating him on the box. He then pulled Nick back against his body and gently massaged Nick's shoulders and neck while rubbing his body against Nick's back. Nick could feel Sam's hard bulge as he gyrated behind his shoulders. "Like that?" he asked.
"Ooooh, yeah!" Nick cooed, moving his shoulders against Sam's bulging crotch. "Feels great."
"Sure does," Sam responded. "Let me see your knife."
Nick handed his knife to Sam and Sam looked it over. Poking the blade in and out several times, he said "Real nice, I like that."
Taking the knife like an attacker, he stabbed it into Nick's abs several times and finished him off with a thrust to the heart. Nick responded with the appropriate yelps and grunts, clutched his chest and fell back against Sam's strong legs, leaning his head against that impressive bulge. Sam responded by letting him rock his head against his bulge as he swayed side to side and thrust his crotch against Nick's head. Nick felt his own crotch growing harder as the stimulus intensified.
"Tell you what," Sam offered. "You take your knife, I'll start rubbing and massaging you as if I am trying to get you all excited. You act like you like it for a while but then change your mind. Try to push my hands away, I'll keep it up and you take your knife and stab me in the side. I'll pull my knife and stab you back. Where do you want to get it?"
"Right here," Nick shoved his knife into his chest, "right in the heart."
"Cool." Sam responded. "Ready?"
"Sure, lets go."

Sam drew Nick's body against his again. Softly and gently, he started stroking and rubbing Nick's shoulders and neck, worked down his back and arms, and then pulled against his chest, forcing him tight against his groin as he gyrated, rubbing his thick, hard meat against Nick's back and neck. Pulling Nick's shirt up he started stroking Nick's abs and kissing his neck and head as he breathed in the scent of Nick's hair and licked his ears.
Nick was really enjoying everything so far and now Sam started sliding his fingers under the waistband of his jeans. Carefully, and gently Sam slid his hand down and wrapped his fingers around Nick's engorged cock.

"Oohhh!" Nick moaned as Sam rhythmically stroked his manhood inside the tight confines of his jeans.

"I love it when a man moans in my arms." Sam cooed as he dropped to his knees and cradled Nick's head against his shoulder, kissing the side of his head and licking his ear.
"Oh God! I'm cumming!" Nick gasped as his body stiffened, trying to hold it back.
"Just let it happen." Sam coached, picking up the pace of his strokes. "You're doing just fine."
"Unhh, uhhh, ooohhh!" Nick kicked and jerked as the spasms overwhelmed his over stimulated body. Sam could feel the hot slippery fluid pumping over his fingers, lubricating the hot flesh in his hands. He massaged the manflesh, teasing every bit of semen out of it that he could get. Nick was totally lost in the wild sensations. He kissed Sam's handsome face with a renewed passion as Sam squeezed his balls in his slippery fingers.
"Ok," Sam said as he raised up off his knees, lifting Nick up to almost sitting upright, his hand still cradling Nick's cock and balls, "Now you act like you want me to stop."
Nick wealky pretended to push Sam away. Sam gripped Nick's crotch more tightly. Nick loved the sensation as Sam squeezed. "Ok, Now stab me." Sam ordered.
Nick raised his arm up and drove the prop knife into Sam's side. Sam groaned and shoved his groin tight into the valley between Nick's shoulders and rocked him with powerful pelvic thrusts, while still squeezing Nick's crotch.
"Uhhh!" Sam groaned. "That's nice. Stab again." Sam instructed.
Nick stabbed at Sam again. Sam reacted with another scream of mock pain and squeezed even harder on Nick's balls.
"Owww!" Nick gasped at the pain, but really liked the feeling. Sam pulled Nick's shirt higher. "Hold still, I'm going to kill you now." Sam said as he pulled the tee shirt up over Nick's head. Nick could hear the click of the snap on the knife sheath as it released, he heard the sound of metal sliding on leather as he withdrew the blade. Looking through the cloth he could just make out the shape of the knife in Sam's hand as he slid the pommel of the weapon up his abs to his chest, blade pointing up and away from his body. The smooth metal felt cold as Sam traced a path around his nipples and stopped at a point over Nick's heart.
"Right there?" Sam asked as he gently poked the handle against Nick's chest.
"Yeah. Right in the heart." Nick responded.
"My pleasure." Sam said as he squeezed Nick's balls with his powerful hand.
"Aaaaaaahhhhh!" Nick screamed as he tried to sit up to protect his balls.
"Lay down!" Sam snarled as he squeezed again. Nick started to curl up into a fetal position but as his chest rose up he felt the icy stab of the cold steel as it plunged into his heart.

"Uhh!" Nick gasped. He froze in position. The blade now embedded in his heart, he could feel the powerful grip of Sam's hand on his balls as his cock started pumping yet again, Sam groaned as he rubbed his groin against Nick's back, having timed the stab to the exact moment that his orgasm started.

Suddenly Nick's body violently jerked in an attempt to straighten out, slamming into Sam's crotch. The pain of the impact made them both gasp. Nick felt himself fading as his cock continued to pump, aching for more fluid to come forth. Sam's own member began sliding freely against the cloth of his jeans, now amply lubed with the hot man fluid that gushed with the rapturous thrill of the kill.
"Ooohhhhh, Unhhhh" Nick's body fell limp in Sam's arms as he let a low moan escape with his last breath. The savaged heart muscle pumped for the last time and only the twitch of dying nerves remained.
"I told you, 'I love it when a man moans in my arms.' " Sam said as his slippery cock finished it's job in his jeans. Letting Nick's limp form fall back over the box, Sam removed his hand from Nicks pants and started licking Nick's sweet fluid from his fingers.

---

Tom
__________________________________________________
Tom walked toward the abandoned house that sat deep on the woods. Bright sunlight streamed shown through the trees and turned glistening raindrops into brilliant prisms of color as he walked through the rain soaked woods. The hot sun was making it feel really muggy so he peeled his shirt off and stuffed it in his bag. Nick had come this way but he did not know where he had disappeared to.
"Nick, you in there?" he yelled toward the old building. All of the windows were broken out and the doors were gone. It looked like the roof would keep someone dry if it started raining again, but not much else.
"What was that?" Tom heard what sounded like footsteps inside."Hey Nick, is that you?" - Silence...
"I bet he's hiding on me. Probably will attack as soon as I step inside. I might as well get ready. This is going to be fun." Pulling out his sword, Tom headed toward the door.
As he started to see into the building, Tom got a glimpse of Nick laying over the box. "Cool." he thought. "He really looks dead. Wow, look at that blood! Neat." His gaze was fixed on the mound of flesh in Nick's pants. No doubt about the fact that Nick had a great package there, and Tom was making plans to get a taste of it.

Something was not quite right. As Tom stood admiring Nick's body draped over the box, he started getting the uneasy feeling that he was looking at a real dead body. Moving closer, he stared at him, looking for him to breathe.
"Nick?" he whispered. "Nick?" this time it came out louder. - Nothing. He moved closer.

"Oh shit..." he whispered. Reaching down he poked at Nick's shoulder but there was no reaction. The skin was still warm to the touch. A slow stream of blood drained from the hole in his chest, ran down to his head and slowly dripped on the rotting wood floor. "Oooohhh shit!" he repeated, a little louder than before. Looking at the wound in his chest, he could see deeply into the hole. It looked like someone had stabbed him with a big blade. Maybe a sword, spear or a really big knife.

"Oh God, Oh No! Oh shit..."
Tom suddenly realized that he had thought that he heard someone walking around in the building that he thought was Nick. Now that he realized that Nick was dead - WHO had he heard and where was he now?.
Carefully moving across the floor as quietly as he could, he looked into the next room. - Nothing there. Turning back toward Nick, he spotted a movement outside.
As he focused on the movement he saw that someone was looking directly at him. A deep, intense pain exploded in his stomach. Falling back against the wall his eyes focused on the feathers of an arrow. His eyes followed the shaft down to the small hole in his bare chest just below his diaphragm. A trickle of blood slowly ran down his abs toward his navel.
Stunned terror flooded through him as he saw the blond haired killer ready to release another shaft. "No!" he pleaded, raising his hand toward the archer. "Please, don't!" *Thwack*
The loud crack of his splitting breast bone echoed in the small room. Tom gasped once as the light started to fade in his eyes. Sam watched as the figure in his sights toppled over and landed with a loud thud on the floor inside.

---

Rick
__________________________________________________
"Where did everybody go?" Marty wondered. He could hear an ocasional voice in the woods as someone shouted to someone else, but now it had grown quiet.
"Where is everybody?"
He expected to find Rick out here somewhere, he was planning to gather up the rest of their team and get ready for the team battles. "Should have brought those walkie talkies." he mused as he trudged through the dense woods.
Cresting a small hill he spotted something in the next valley.
"Rick!" he called out."What the hell happened?" - There was no answer.
Running down the hill toward his friend, he could see that he was tied up by his wrists and hanging from a tree limb. As he got closer he could see that whoever had tied him up had used Rick's clothes for ropes.
Rick was stripped to his underwear, bruised and bloodied, and covered in mud and dirt.
"Oh God!" Marty gasped as he got close enough to see the bloody scratches on his friend's back.. - "Oh God no, no, NO!" Three arrow points protruded from Rick's back, Little streaks of blood ran down his back under each, and flowed to the waistband of his jock. Running around him Marty saw the three arrows that had been shot through his friends body and his unresponsive face, now frozen in surrender to his painful death.
Staring in utter disbelief he watched Rick' swaying body for several long minutes as he tried to comprehend the scene before him.
Suddenly, Marty was aware of someone behind him! He started to turn.
"Don't move." The voice was firm, but the sudden cold touch against his back got more attention.
"I didn't do this..." Marty said, "Rick was already dead when I got here."
Rick, huh? You knew him?"
"Yeah, he was my friend." Marty said, turning his head.
A sharp jab to his back stopped his turn. "Oww!" - "Oh shit. You killed him?"
"You shouldn't be playing with sharp things." The voice said. "Looks like you have another sword just like his." slapping the sword Marty carried, "Lets see it." he demanded.
Marty carefully pulled the sword from it's scabbard. "Here."
"You keep it. Do you know how to use it?"
"It's just for show. It's not what they call 'battle ready'"
"Really? It seems pretty sharp to me. Did you ever stab anybody with it?"
"No." Marty protested. "It's not made to do that."
"Really?" he said. "Let's see!"
One vicious thrust was all it took.
Marty felt the cold steel tearing through his body as he was pushed forward by the strength of the thrust.
"Aahhhhgh!" Marty gasped as the blade erupted from his chest. Blood rose up in his throat, choking him. He tried to call out but only a curious gurgling noise came out, along with a mouth full of blood. Staggering forward, he toppled face down in the dirt at Rick's feet.
"Damn, that was fun." The killer said as he reached down to pick up Marty's sword. "Who else can I play with?"

Did you like this post?
Leave a comment.Go to part 4