Miscellaneous Mayhem - Part 5

Miscellaneous Mayhem - Part 5
This is a collection of images of death where the entire story is told with a single image or maybe just a few. No specific theme, no specific weapon.
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Along with the new images, this post also contains several older works that had been posted elsewhere then deleted when the censors got nervous. Having been asked for them by several, I have found them and and now repost them for old fans and new visitors alike.
Hope you enjoy them again.
__________________________________________________Slash and Stab

Skip had told Lance that he was too hot to live. They had enjoyed many sessions of roleplay and had told each other that if they ever had to die, that they wanted it to be by the other's hand. So fascinated by the whole concept of death and dying they were really looking for an excuse to feel the ultimate thrill.

Lance had just gotten home from the hospital from his motorcycle wreck. Still mostly paralyzed and unable to walk, Lance had asked Skip to come over and bring his biggest, sharpest knife.
"Do me, Skip. Just like we have played so many times."
"First, a quick slash, wait a few seconds then drive the knife down into my chest. Slash and stab, just like we always done it, only this time for real."
"I really don't want to do that to you, Lance. I love you too much for that."
"I'm fuckin' paralyzed here! I'll never be normal again. I want you to do me. If you love me you will do it. - Please say you will."
"I'll do it for you." Skip said. "For you."
"One more thing." Lance whispered. "Take my manhood when I die. My cock and balls. Cut them off, eat them. I'll be a part of you for the rest of your life. We'll always be together."

"Just like the Indian warriors did to the soldiers they killed." Skip whispered back.
"Yeah. Promise me you'll do it." Lance said.
"I'll do it. I'll be honored to take your manhood into myself. I'll have you with me forever."
"Let me see your knife." Lance asked.
"Here." Skip answered, handing it to him. "She's a real beauty."
"Ooohhh!" Lance cooed. "It sure is!"
He spent several minutes looking at the blade, feeling the handle and pretending to slash his own throat and stab himself in the chest, stab Skip, slash his throat and slice off his genitalia.
Licking the blade and imagining what it will feel like when it is really happening.
Wishing he could feel the sexual energy in his loins like he could before the accident, he looked at the growing mass in his jeans and searched for the old sensations which eluded his broken body.
"Shit! Lets do this." he blurted out. "Here, take this, lets do this now!"
Skip leaned down and passionately kissed his dear friend goodbye. They hugged, kissed and caressed, Skip massaged and stroked Lance's thick, hard cock in his pants while Lance moaned with pleasure and waited for Skip to strike.
Suddenly, Lance started to shudder and jerk as his manhood erupted in response to Skip's stroking and massaging. Skip could feel the movement and Lance's moans told him that it was time.
Drawing the knife, he slipped the razor sharp blade across Lance's throat.
"Gggggghhh!" Lance gurgled as his eyes shot wide open, knowing that the deed was being done, as planned. Skip watched with sorrow and excitement as his friend struggled for breath, drawing in large masses of blood in which he would likely drown if he didn't bleed to death first.
Wiping the blade on Lance's pants, he watched for Lance to give him the sign.
Then it came. Lance closed his eyes tightly and nodded as best he could. Skip quickly raised the knife high over Lance's chest and drove it down hard, into his heaving, straining body.
"Glyggghh!" The unintelligible noise signaled the deathblow had done it's work. Lance raised up from the bed, shuddered and collapsed back. He shuddered heavily once more and lay still.

---Trophy---

Skip watched as a single trickle of blood made it's way down Lance's chest and started to pool in his navel. Feeling a mixture of sorrow and elation, he felt for a pulse, and watched for any sign of life. Satisfied that he was indeed gone, Skip started to unfasten Lance's belt so that he could get in and claim his trophy.

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Nightmare

Night after night it was the same thing. A medieval battle where Chad was fighting off muscular, naked warriors with sword and spear. every night the same result, he is fought back to the point of surrender, and the powerful warrior stands over him with a full erection smiling holding his sword in one hand, stroking his cock with the other, and starts his thrust toward his heaving chest.
A loud gasp of fear and . . .
Night after night the same thing. First the dream of battle and then waking up in a cold sweat in his own bed.
Tonight he was determined to finish it. He would hold off and not react with fear at the thrust of the sword.
"Die in your dreams, you die in real life." his friends warned. "Don't do it."
"That's just stupid." he muttered. "I'm sick of this every damned night. I want to see what happens when I stand up to that grinning bastard."
Naturally, it took a lot longer to get to sleep as he anticipated the coming battle.
Suddenly he was there. Wielding a spear he slashed at the warrior charging him. Slashing across the young man's abdomen the horrific scream as his guts unraveled out onto the dusty battlefield. He stood briefly, mouth wide open, with his intestines spilled out and hanging from his erect cock before he toppled over into his own gutpile. Next another screaming warrior charged in, jumping over the first soldier's body slashing with his sword. Chad wheeled around, raising his spear and catching the leaping soldier, mid-leap in the center of his chest. His body slid up the spear handle until his lifeless corpse collided with Chad and toppled him onto his back on the ground. Throwing the body off him and scrambling to his feet, he drew his sword, just in time to swing at the next attacker, slashing across his throat and sending his head tumbling through the air, eyes and mouth wide with utter shock.
The next naked warrior got the full length of Chad's sword through his beautifully sculpted six-pack abs. As he stood, frozen with pain, Chad reached down and firmly grasped the warrior's erect manhood withdrew the cold blade with one quick yank.
Grabbing at his gut, he started to fall backwards but Chad held him up briefly before taking his sword and slicing as close to the warrior's body as he could, severing his cock and balls. He stared with horror at his severed manhood as he toppled over and landed on the hard, bloodstained ground. Chad held the dripping organ over the dying man and dropped it onto his bleeding gut. The soldier picked it up and placed it back where it had come from whimpering with pain. Chad bent down and delivered a thrust deep into the guy's chest, putting him out of his misery. As the body went limp, he withdrew his sword and stood to his feet just in time to see the massive, muscular warrior charging toward him, swinging his sword with horrendous force. Chad blocked the slash with his sword only to see it whirling away, far out of reach. Backing up to avoid the fierce hacking, slashing attacks, Chad slipped in the gutpile left by one of his victims and sprawled over the headless corpse he had dropped mere moments ago. Suddenly remembering his many nights of torturous nightmares, he stopped trying to escape and smiled up at his attacker. The powerfully muscled warrior smiled back broadly as he grabbed his cock and started stroking himself as he stepped toward Chad. Holding the point of the sword against Chad's chest, he growled with lust as he reached orgasm, spurting over Chad's face and chest as he laughed at his defeated foe.
Pulling back the blade, preparing to thrust it into Chad's chest, Chad steeled himself for the kill that he had been avoiding every night by waking before it struck.
"Yeeehaaah, Die worthless dog." Stepping toward Chad, he thrust the blade deep into Chad's waiting chest.
The pain was enormous! This felt like the real thing. The searing blade split his breast and tore through his pounding heart with such force that the blade erupted from his back, spilling blood down his back to the ground.

Suddenly he was awake. In his own bedroom, his own bed. The dream was over.----Nightmare----

The pain continued to tear him apart. He looked down and to his horror saw the savage warrior's blade plunged deep into his chest. The pain was fading, along with everything else.
Falling back, the blade hit the bed and sent a searing wave of agony through his body as his cloven heart beat one last time.
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Heart Stab

Nothing like a quick thrust to the heart - A few seconds of unbearable agony and the closing darkness that envelopes you in the end. At least that's what we told each other.

Daniel and I have been close friends for years now. He started getting into role playing a while back, much to my delight, because I really get off pretending to kill and be killed as we imagine all kinds of stories and act them out together.

Today, we met in a secluded quarry where we could play out our fantasies without prying eyes watching us. Fantastic weather and all day to play. Perfect.

"Kevin, lets go for it." Daniel said, out of the blue.
"Go for what?" he asked.
"Let's really do it this time." he said, looking really eager. "I'm tired of the play. I want to feel the real thing."
Kevin was dumbfounded at the suggestion. "You mean, really fight to the death?" he asked.
"We've played this for years. It's the hottest thing going. That is, except for the real thing." he said, almost breathlessly. "You know you want to do this. We've talked about it hundreds of times."
Kevin hated to admit it but Daniel was right. He had often thought the same thing. "Lets really fight to the death. How hot would that be for someone turned on by death play as much as we are."
"Which do you want, kill or be killed?" Kevin asked.
"Lets try this..." Daniel suggested. "We stand face to face, holding each other's cock in one hand and our knives on the other. We stroke each other until one of us cums. The one that cums first stabs the other and drops down to suck him off before he dies. We should be real close anyways, we might cum just as we get stabbed, either way we both get off, one of us gets the thrill of the kill and the other gets the ultimate death orgasm."
"Sounds hot. This way neither one of us knows who dies until it happens." Kevin agreed. "The only thing hotter than that would be if we could die together, stabbed to death by our best friend."
"Lets do it!" Daniel said grabbing Kevin's already stiff cock. Kevin grasped Daniel's hard manhood and started gently massaging and stroking as he was getting the same from his closest friend.
The gentle play escalated into hugging, kissing and rubbing all over. pressing their bodies against the hard manhood of the other, moaning and groaning in anticipation of what they were about to do.

Suddenly Kevin's eyes shot open as he shot up to the top of physical stimulation, unable to hold on any longer he gasped loudly as he erupted into Daniel's stroking hand. Daniel caught a nice handful of the hot semen and raised it up to his lips. Looking deep into Kevin's eyes, he licked the semen from his palm and fingers and french kissed him, smearing his own semen all over his face lips and lips.
"Do it! Do it now*Unhhhh!"

----Heart Stab----

Daniel felt the blade tear in through his chest, splitting his ribs and punching into his pounding heart He gasped with pain as he started to topple over backwards. Kevin held him tightly and tried to lower him gently to the ground. Kevin's load was still pumping as he looked down at his friend's dying body. Dropping to his knees by Daniel's side, he grabbed his thick cock and started sucking and massaging, racing with death, trying to bring him to orgasm before death took him away. It didn't take but a few seconds.
"Ooohhhh ungh ughhhh" Daniel groaned as he too pumped his sweet, hot load into Kevin's waiting mouth. Kevin again started ejaculating even though his body had already pumped itself nearly dry.
Feeling Daniel's body suddenly raise up, he turned his head to see what was happening just as he felt the stinging impact between his shoulders as Daniels blade tore in through his back and deep into his heart.
Knowing what had happened, he drove his face deep into Daniel's groin crushing his balls with his jaw and driving his cock deep down his throat. Daniel reacted to the pain by throwing his body back onto the ground The impact of landing on the ground ripped the hole in his heart even wider and shot a powerful wave of agony through his being. He gasped as his heart split wide open, his lungs started to fill with blood. The last of his strength expended and the final spasm of his orgasm complete he faded out into death.

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Necro

Having played with Tony's handsome body until he submitted to Jerry's sensual stroking and caressing, he prepared the surprise that he had promised.
One swift plunge and he drove the blade in by most of it's length. Tony jerked his body upright as the pain ripped through his chest. In mere moments, he fell back on the chair, unconscious.

----Playing with the Dead-----

Jerry unbuckled Tony's belt and slid his zipper down opening the way to the prime meat inside. Slipping his hands into the waiting, unprotesting crotch, he scooped out his prize and proceeded to play. The semi hard organ started to stiffen in response to Jerry's expert touch.

Soon, life had left Tony's body but Jerry laid him carefully, face down on the floor and prepared to love his still warm body in the most sensual way he could imagine. This was going to take a while.

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Sniped

Knowing that he was being hunted by the "company" was unnerving enough but Skyler should have closed the curtains in his bedroom as he gathered his guns and ammo together.

Before he knew what was happening, the glass shattered and he felt a punch.

----Sniped----

He started to move his arm and found that he had been struck by an arrow that had pierced his right side and gone almost completely through his body.
The broadhead had done it's damage. Skyler fell back, bounced off the corner of his bed, landed on his side on the floor and was dead in seconds.

(Reposted - by request)

Stab and Run

Getting dressed in the bathroom, I heard voices in the bedroom. Sean was there but who was the other voice? Visitors at 8 am?
Sean's shrill scream jarred me.
"What the hell?"
I hurried out of the bathroom, just in time to hear the back door slamming shut.
"Uhhh, Help." Sean's weak voice called as I entered the room.
Horrified, I saw him standing by the foot of the bed, holding onto a sword stabbed into his side. He was bleeding real badly.

----Critical Care----

He backed up and sat down hard on the bed. I rushed to help him but he was already coughing up blood and getting real weak.
"Who the hell did this?" I asked him. "Who was it?"
He stared at me with a scary blank look. He was unconscious, already beyond help, staring off into nothingness.

(Reposted - by request)

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