Bows and Arrows
Sometimes the best way to kill is to use an arrow. Silent - Deadly and Fearsome, others close by may be totally 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.
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Taking a bath in the stream was a great way to wake up in the morning. Washing off the dirt and grit from the long day of tracking and hiding before and the short night of frequently interrupted, fitful sleep in the stifling heat. Just a quick dip and off on the run again.
The snap of a twig called an end to the swim. Conner climbed quickly onto the rocks, hoping to get out of sight before they got too close. Too late.
The stinging impact of an arrow low in his back drove the strength from his body. He crumpled to the rock, gasping with pain. Just as he saw his attacker standing at the water's edge, the second arrow sliced in through his body, piercing his heart and lungs and putting a merciful end to the fleeing prey's life.
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Jamie
Jamie Splashed happily in the refreshing water of the stream. The danger seemed so far away now. Killing the enemy with his bow made his hormones surge and he was the ultimate victor today. Laying back in the refreshing water he stared at Connor's body, lying on the cold rock, his blood spreading over the rock and into the flowing stream. He knew that if he were spotted first, that Connor would have eluded him, and maybe would have killed him later today.
He stroked his erect shaft, fantasizing about what it must feel to die with an arrow through his own heart. His greatest fantasy. Watching the slowly spreading crimson stain, he dreamed of the day when he too would die with a slender arrow shaft through his chest.
"You rotten bastard!"
The shout startled him back to the real world.
Scanning the rocky shore, he quickly spotted the angry warrior standing at the top of the embankment. In the man's hands was a long bow, fully drawn. A powerful rush of adrenaline surged through his body as he anticipated the impact.
Stroking himself and straining to reach climax, Jamie watched as the shaft launched from the taut bow and gracefully moved through the air directly toward Jamie's waiting chest.
A sudden geyser of milky fluid erupted under water as the viciously sharp tip bored in through flesh and bone and greeted his wildly pounding heart with a swift kiss of steel tipped death.
Jamie felt the arrow shudder as the tip erupted from his back and bored into the gravely river bottom with a gritty crunch. He felt his sperm shooting freely into the water as his blood gushed from his chest in a deep red orgasm of it's own. The thrill of the kill from the viewpoint of the killed. Jamie not only accepted his fate but welcomed it. Meeting his fate at the hand of a worthy opponent, being killed with a single shot to the heart, his secret fantasy fulfilled, Jamie relaxed as his spasms finished pumping from his manhood and a final spurt of dark red life fluid shot out through the narrow slits on both sides of the rigid wooden shaft.
In seconds it was over and the now limp figure of the slain warrior bobbed in the rushing water before shaking free and floating downstream and out of sight in a private burial lovingly supplied by the flowing waters.
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Kim
Watching Jamie's body floating downstream, Kim couldn't help feeling really proud of himself for his near perfect shot. A single arrow striking his target in the heart from across the rapidly flowing stream. His own body started reacting to the thrill of the kill, pressing against the confining cloth, he rubbed his firm shaft as he followed the handsome warrior's body slipping away in the relentless current. His manhood had strained to be released and he shuddered with delight as he reached his climax, shooting his thick cum against the inside of his shorts. His attention still focused on the bobbing, tumbling body slowly disappearing downstream as he fantasized over the dead archer proved to be his undoing.
Another archer unleashed his own near-perfect shot that grabbed Kim's undivided attention - if only for a brief moment of time. Seconds later he lay still in the shallow water, staring blindly up toward the sky, his milky semen slowly seeping through the snug confines of the thin cloth.
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Repelled Attack
We stood back behind the wall waiting as the three men walked toward our location. I raised my bow in anticipation, my heart pounding in my chest as I waited for the order to fire. They were not hiding themselves very well. Anyone watching them would get the idea that they were just wandering up the hill in a leisurely stroll - except for the drawn swords their hands.
"Wait... wait... keep watch. They may just be a decoy. Wait..."
It made sense, but where would another attack come from?
I scanned the hillside for any signs of movement. Nothing. Turning my attention to the other archers with me I saw a quick glint of steel near the end of the wall. The stricken archer silently dropped to his knees and lay in the grass. Behind him two more men lay face down in the grass. Suddenly the silent assassin stood and started toward the fourth man.
"Behind you!" I shouted, "Look out!"
The next archer stood up and turned only to get the blade full in the chest, He gasped loudly, clutched his chest and fell over backward at the feet of his killer. As he fell we fired. Dannon's shaft struck him in his gut going almost through him and my arrow slammed into his chest.

He stopped dead, standing there looking down at the arrows, his sword dripping the blood of his victims. He toppled face first to the ground, landing on top of his last victim and rolling off, laying on his side, both arrows now driven in, out of sight deep into his body.
The shrill yells from the road signaled that the others were charging toward us now! I turned toward them and fired again. I struck the lead man in his chest just as the other two were hit as well.

The three shrieked again, this time with victory and pain. Their suicide mission was to distract us and they expected to die. Even though their mission had failed to distract us long enough for them to win, death overcame them as a welcome reward for their valor.
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Kelly
Kelly was sentenced to die for his treason. Revealing the plans of our defenses to the enemy certainly qualified as treasonous but I understood his reasons and had things been different I would be the one condemned and he would be the one with the dilemma. We both knew that we were on the wrong side in this war.
"I'm getting you out of here." I whispered. "We can do this."
"No! Don't do that. They'll kill us both." He grabbed my arm. "Stay here! Work for our cause here, behind the enemy lines. You can do more good here than you ever could if you left."
"But they are going to execute you!" I protested. "I can't let them do that."
"Then YOU do it. I don't want to be killed by them either. I would rather be killed by you and have the satisfaction of knowing that they were robbed of that, even if they may never know it." He lowered his voice again, "Go to Gunther. Tell him that you want to be my executioner! Tell him I betrayed our friendship and you want to pay me back.". . . "I told them my last wish is to be killed by arrows. Three of them. I'll show you where to aim. Trust me, I know what I'm doing."
Kelly was brought in. I had to choke back my grief and make it look like rage. Kelly looked me in the eye as I readied my bow. The charge of treason was read and the death sentence pronounced.
"Do you have anything to say before your sentence is carried out?" Major Gunther asked.
"I have only done what was the right thing to do. I serve righteousness and liberty. Tyranny will not long stand against freedom."
"Bowman, carry out the sentence." Gunther ordered. A broad grin stretched across his sinister face.
Kelly refused the blindfold and asked to be allowed to stand unbound. He then looked me in the eye, raised his hand and touched his abdomen, his chest at the bottom of the ribs and over his heart.
I raised my bow, paused, took a deep breath and fired the first arrow. Kelly recoiled with the pain but stood solidly in place. I waited and watched as he stood there displaying his contempt for Gunther and his minions but I could see something else going on. His boxers started bulging as his manhood started swelling, preparing his final ejaculation.
I raised the second arrow. He nodded and I fired. "Uhh!" he gasped as he fell back against the wall. He started panting with the pain of each breath . His stamina amazed me. His breathing steadied and he started inhaling deeply. I wanted to end it for him and raised the last arrow.
He shook his head when he saw me start to draw the arrow back.
I waited.
The room was silent. Major Gunther's smile started to wilt as he watched the incredible display before him.
Suddenly he closed his eyes and started to shake and convulse as his pent up sexual energy exploded into his shorts. A dark wet stain started to spread from the tip of his dick, erasing any doubt about what was happening. I couldn't help what was happening in my own pants as I started swelling in response to what I was watching. Glancing around, I saw that almost every man there was doing the same.
The spasms subsided and he opened his eyes. A glistening droplet of cum formed on his boxers and slowly stretched toward the floor. As it dripped to the floor, Kelly nodded his head toward me, signaling that he was finally ready for the last arrow. Leaning against the wall he clenched his fists, waiting for the final penetration to come. He coughed again and a small trail of blood ran down from the corner of his mouth.
I raised my bow for the last time. Another drop of semen started stretching downward. I released the arrow, striking through his chest right over his heart.
He slammed his head back against the wall, straining to remain standing until the last bit of life had fled from him. Two long, slow drops of heroic male seed later, he toppled to the floor and lay silent.
I felt my body begin to spasm as the strain on my system released. I had never had heroes before, now I had one that I would follow to the death for his cause. I can only hope that I was not the only one.
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Larry
Just out getting some fresh air could prove to be a fatal pastime.
Larry felt the cool, refreshing breeze on his bare chest and back as he strolled along the path. The reports were that the coast was clear. Nothing for miles. He was really glad to be alive, strong, healthy and ready to fight. "What a better time to live and to die." He thought. Soon there would be a battle and he longed for it. Just a matter of time.
Hearing a noise up in a nearby pine tree, he looked up just in time to catch the fleeting flash of an arrow being released.
Uhhh!
"Sniper!" he shouted "Help! Sniper!"
*Thukk*
The second shaft slammed into his forehead, splitting his skull and impacting the back, opening a small hole where the blade tip protruded for almost an inch. His cries for help silenced forever, he fell to the ground dead.
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Sam
Responding to the call Sam hurried up the dune and toward the woods. Having passed the two archers hiding in the rocks, he became the next victim of the unseen squad.
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David
David knew that he was in danger as he rushed to where he had left his bow. He could only hope that he could get to them in time.
"Agh!" he gasped as he felt the arrow dive into his gut. His knees weakened and his steps faltered. Grasping at the shaft as he dropped to his knees, he looked up to see where his attacker was hiding. Barely visible through the branches he spotted the figure in the tree. Unable to avoid the shot, he steeled himself for the arrow's impact."
"Ughh!"
He had little time to think about death. He will momentarily know all there is to know about it.
One final gasp and it was over for him, his body now sprawled at the edge of the road.
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Sniper
Coming on the scene in time to see David fall, I picked up his bow and arrows and hurried toward the trees. I spotted the sniper in the tree and soon realized he was aiming at me. He shot and a tree between us took the hit. Hoping to keep him shooting wildly, I hurried up to Larry's body and crouched beside him.
Taking aim, I realized that he must be out of arrows. He was watching me with no where to go.
I walked toward the tree. "Come on down here." I ordered. "Give it up."
"Fuck you!" he responded. "You want me? Kill me."
"As you wish." I answered, releasing my arrow.
VERY HOT!! Loved the first and last group especially. Some hot writing to go with super-hot victims!
ReplyDeleteLove the story! Two of the manips, the guy with an arrow in his right pec (3rd pic) and the guy leading the charge ... very hot.
ReplyDeleteThank you for "Kelly" in particular - so hot! The perfect way to go.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was a kid in Oklahoma I read that some of the Indian tribes practiced execution by arrow. They would tie the victim to a tree then the executioner would ride by at a gallop, firing an arrow during each pass, until the prisoner was dead.
Kyle, your new posts are as awesome as ever. I should be able to come up with a stream of more apt superlatives, but I tend to get breathless and light-headed after, uh, "exercise"...
ReplyDeleteWith lines such as,
"Jamie watched as the shaft launched from the taut bow and gracefully moved through the air directly toward Jamie's waiting chest"
and
"A sudden geyser of milky fluid erupted under water as the viciously sharp tip bored in through flesh and bone and greeted his wildly pounding heart with a swift kiss of steel tipped death"
I would suggest the mantle of poet has been passed along to you. Not only are your creations hot (to us fetishists), but the wordsmith in you make them all the more enjoyable.
Thanks for all you share with us.
Mark
PS: Happy New Year!
Nice to see you are so obliging!
ReplyDeletereally hot man! nothing is moore hot than a blade or an arrow piercing through guy's heart for me..
ReplyDeleteI agree, Nothing hotter!
DeleteGlad you enjoyed the posting.