Dungeons and Dragons Roleplay Outing - Part 5

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!

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After the early morning rainstorm drenched the countryside,
the well watered woodland was to become the stage for
The Terror After the Rain
__________________________________________________Remember: Click on any image for full size view.__________________________________________________       Shane followed the overgrown road through the woods toward the old shack. Tom had planned on having the team meet there and head to the old barn for the afternoon meeting.  He was expecting a day of fun and games but he had found himself desperately trying to stay out of sight. 

     Shane liked to play Dungeons and Dragons, whether as the board game, computer or playing at these outings. He would liked to have had more of the games in the various locations. Lots of fun, good friends and food.

      Shane fancied himself a conquering hero, killing off the bad guys and saving those in distress from overwhelming odds and superior opponents.  Today started out to be one of his favorite outings this far but toward late morning things had taken a horrific turn.

     Having found several bodies already, he knew that a killer, or killers were likely still on the loose and his cell was out of range of any towers... No way to call for help. 

     The first body Shane found was lying face down on on a boulder in the middle of the stream that flowed through the peaceful, wooded valley.  He was laying in a position that told Shane that he was put there either after he died or placed there to die.  His face was in the water water so he likely  would have drowned but when Shane tried to check him for a pulse, he found that his throat had been slit. That explained the reason for being dragged up on that rock - and all that blood in the water.

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     Farther down Shane found another body.  He did not know him by name (David... something) but he was from the "Great Tree" group.  One of the guys that he admired for being a really tough competitor, always playing a fair but strong game.  Not easily defeated and a good player plus,  he was hot, in Shane's eyes.  

     Now he was lying on a fallen tree, partly in the water with two arrows in his chest. His pants had been opened by somebody and left that way.  Drying blood caked on the corner of his silent lips that made the pain of the attack still show on his face. One of the arrows looked like it had narrowly missed his heart but the other had been fired in at close range, silencing any cries for help or mercy that he may have tried to utter.

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     Shane stepped out of the forest on the shore of the small lake mere feet away from another body laying on the muddy shore.  This time he knew him very well.

     John was his friend  of many years and now he lay in the bloodstained water with a knife still stabbed into his gut. His clothes were still wet in the hot sun so he had not been there long. Stifling his urge to scream in anguish, he hurried on toward the old shack.

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     *Thwack*
"What was that?"


     Shane stopped in his tracks at the sound.


     *Thwack*      The sound came from up ahead.  Carefully making his way toward it he stopped, terror building inside him as he saw the denim clad figure ahead  He was aiming a compound bow at something but Shane couldn't see what.  Moving slowly he got to where he could see the archer's target.


      There, tied to a tree and gagged was Steven Barnes, one of the dungeon masters of the games.
     Two arrows were embedded in the tree beside him and the archer was about to release another.


     *Thwack*


     This one landed dangerously close to Steven's crotch.  Steven flinched and shook his head "no" as the shooter readied another arrow.


     "What's the matter, Stevie...?  Afraid I might not miss?"


     He released another.


     "Aaaaggfffff!"   Steve growled through the gag as the arrow nailed his arm to the tree.


     "Oops!" The bowman quipped at the shot. "Bet that hurts."


     Again he fired. This one struck Steve in the leg, bringing another groan from the gagged victim.


     Shane wanted to stop it but knew that he would be cut down before he could get anywhere close.  Watching with growing horror, he saw the bowman strike again and again... navel, abdomen, stomach, each time taunting his victim.

     Finally it was over as one last arrow pierced Steve's heart and he fell limp,head down, dangling from his bonds, blood still trailing down from each arrow wound. Staring in disbelief Shane watched as the killer cut the rope and Steve fell to the ground.

     Throwing some branches over the body, the killer tossed the compound bow down with the branches and picked up another quiver of arrows and a longbow and started down toward the swampy mud just down the hill.


     Shane made his way to the old shed.  Inside he quickly found the pile of bodies stashed in the dark bathroom.  Marty, Rick, Nicholas and Tom, along with two others he did not know lay in a heap. Next to the bodies lay Tom's long sword.


     Shane picked it up and tested the edge.  Sure enough it was sharpened to a fine edge.  Against all the rules but Tom was a bit of a rogue, a do it his own way type of guy. He knew it was dangerous but he kept it safe and out of sight.  Combat with metal weapons was strictly forbidden in the club. Plastic weapons were used for melee, foam tipped arrows and flimsy toy bows.  This thing was deadly. - Just what Shane was looking for.

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Now Shane was on the hunt.  He didn't know how to do it, even if he could but he had to stop that killer and get out of these woods to get help.


     Moving quickly but carefully, Shane walked back toward the place where he had watched the killer as he slowly killed Steve.  The arrow riddled body was still there.  It wasn't a bad dream, his still form lay crumpled under the branches that had been thrown on top of him.  He picked up the discarded compound bow.  Surprised by how light the deadly weapon was, he dropped it because there were no arrows to use unless he pulled the ones out of Steve's still form.


     Continuing down the hill, he slowly searched the forest for movement. The heavy morning rain had turned the dry, dusty road into a thick, soupy muck that stuck to everything.  The trail was gone now and the old farming road was the shortest distance back to the place he had parked. Frightening imaginations races through his mind and in front of his eyes as he began to see a killer behind every bush and tree trunk.


     "Nooo!" "Help! Somebody Help-Unh" The shout was just up ahead. Cut short, Shane knew another player had just been cut down.  Stepping up the pace he soon saw what he had been expecting.

     A few yards ahead was a figure laying in the mud. he wasn't moving and there was an arrow in his back.  Waiting in silence, Shane heard the snapping of twigs and crunching of earth beneath heavy boots moving away. Daring to step out of his hiding place he cautiously approached the body in the mud.

      This time it was Chuck, another member of his group.  He still clutched his plastic battle axe as he lay in the bloody mud.  Shane saw that he was lying on another arrow, now mostly hidden in the mud under him.  The one in his back was, no doubt, to finish him off. Shane pictured the handsome, well endowed figure as he had looked just this morning.  Now he lay dead here in the gooey mass of thick mud.


     Suddenly the snapping crunch of twigs and stone under booted feet alerted him of the impending danger. Trying to scramble off the muddy path, Shane stumbled into the muck.  Looking over his shoulder he saw Sam drawing down on him with the long bow.  A fresh wave of terror washed over him as he struggled to gain his footing.


     "Unghhh!"

      The arrow felt like someone had hit him in the back with a baseball bat.  The arrow head emerged from his chest and blood spurted from the wound.  The pain was unbearable as he tried to go on. He fully expected to feel another arrow strike at any moment so he struggled against the pain to get away. It was a futile attempt. Shane's head reeled. Darkness moved in as he dropped into the bloodstained trail and lay still.

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Sam watched as his latest victim lay on the muddy trail. Reaching for his quiver for another arrow, he found it empty.

     "Shit. Last one." he said softly, tossing his longbow and quiver aside.

     "I finished them for you Tad." he shouted toward the farm where Tad now lay dead in the yard. "Not one of 'em left alive!  Wish you could have seen it..."

     The forest was quiet. No laughter. No voices calling out for lost friends. Even the birds and insects were silent.

     Sam trudged down the trail and started crossing the muddy field toward the body of his friend.  Tad was shot when the off duty deputy got the drop on him by the farmhouse. Sam had killed him with the only weapon he could get his hands on at the moment,  a pickaxe, but the gun went off, striking Tad in the chest.

     Sam stood in the field thinking of their last intimate moments together as he knelt beside his friend while he sucked him to one of the wildest orgasms he had ever felt.

     Sam unzipped his jeans and started stroking himself, fantasizing about his hot, hung friend lovingly servicing him that one last time. He closed his eyes as the climax rose up in his loins, his body aching to release his semen in high, arching spurts across the shallow water.

     "Ooohhhhh!" he moaned as the fluid erupted with wild ecstatic pleasure, shooting hot gobs out, splatting into the mud and water in front of him. His mind raced back to the moment he placed the gun over Tad's heart and pulled the trigger. He could feel the cold metal in his hand and the quivering body or his friend, knowing that he was about to put his life to an end. He relived the moment he pulled the trigger.

     "Gukk!"

     Suddenly Sam saw the world go crazy. His head flipped through the air as he saw sky - trees - mud - and his own body spinning wildly. He landed on the shallowly flooded ground on the side of his face.. His headless body fell with a loud splat next to his head and as he died, he could see the mud covered figure and the long sword he used, still spinning around in the slick mud.

     Shane saw Sam standing in the water, jacking himself.  He was in a great deal of pain but his adrenaline fired body stepped quietly up behind the cold blooded killer and with one mighty slash, he sent Sam's head flipping through the air as his body stiffened, dropped to his knees and toppled over,driving his stiff cock deep into the mud.

     The fresh pain that exploded within his own body brought him out of his deep focus on the killer. As he swung the sword he felt the snap of the shaft inside his chest as it broke apart and tore through his lungs. His own  manhood that had been painfully swollen erupted in his jeans as he fell on his back, driving the full length of the arrow in his back up inside him.  The splintered shaft tore through his pounding heart and erupted from the center of his chest and he lay, stunned and wasted on the spreading stain of water, mud and blood that marked the passing of a hero from this plane into the next.

     The sound of singing birds and the noise of insects caught Shane's attention just before the darkness was pierced by the intense light.

     "What is that?" he asked.  "I have to see this." he said as he headed toward the light.

The end

Dungeons and Dragons Roleplay Outing - Part 4

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!

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After the early morning rainstorm drenched the countryside,
the well watered woodland was to become the stage for
The Terror After the Rain
__________________________________________________Remember: Click on any image for full size view.__________________________________________________Shane followed the overgrown road through the woods toward the old cabin that he had seen when he and left Nick and Tom to explore the area farther down in the woods.
"Nick, you in there?" - No answer. "Tom?"
"Nick?" he called more loudly. The call echoed back from the woods and left an eerie silence at it's end, almost as if the woods were anticipating a reply, and not getting one.
"Where the hell did they go?" he muttered, annoyed at the inconsiderate treatment he was getting from them. "They better have a good reason for this." he grumbled, remembering that they had agreed to meet in or near this old shed before continuing on.

Stepping through the doorway, he spotted an old wooden box on the floor. Peeling off his helmet, backpack, armor and and his cape, he laid them on the box, taking the opportunity to get out of the hot sun and cool off a bit. Using his tee shirt to wipe the sweat from his hairy chest and abs, he brushed some dirt from the window sill and draped the shirt there to dry a bit. All that armor and gear looked cool but it felt hot, especially as the moisture form the morning rain added to the humidity in the hot summer air. Stripped to his shorts, he felt much better as he stood in the doorway looking out into the woods, looking for other members of the D&D party.

Grabbing his cell phone he flipped it open and looked at the signal... no bars.
"Shit!" he muttered, slamming the phone shut. "No sense waiting here."
Turning to the box he started picking up his costume but noticed something on the floor in the doorway to the next room. It was Nick's sandal.
"What the hell?" he said, reaching for the sandal. As he bent down he could see into the small room.
"Nick? Tom? Oh god no! Rick and Marty too?"
In the room that once was a bathroom, Shane spotted a gruesome heap of death. In the small space that had once held the bathtub were 4 bodies piled on top of each other in a tangled heap. It was obvious that they were thrown in here to get them out of sight of the other D&D players but anyone searching this shack were sure to find them.

"Oh shit..." They were probably watching for anyone coming in and were likely to be ready to add him to the pile. A deep panic filled his being. The soft snap of a twig outside grabbed his attention. He could see someone he did not know approaching the building wearing jeans and boots, a quiver of arrows and carrying a bow. Shane carefully headed for the door on the other side of the building, stepping as quietly as he could manage.

Once outside, Shane started running flat out, toward the field where they had parked. He didn't dare look back to see how close his chaser was but the sound of the footsteps gave him all the incentive he needed to keep running. Figuring that he could drive to somewhere that his cell would work but suddenly realized that his keys were in his backpack!

It didn't matter much anyways because the first arrow to strike slammed into his back with enough force to poke the arrowhead out from below his ribs. The pain caused him to arch his back and stagger to his knees. Shane started to get back to his feet but the second arrow plunged deep in through his back and into his pounding heart. He jerked upright with the pain but only stiffened like a grotesque statue for a moment before falling face first into the dirt.
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Tory was lost. He had a hand drawn map but it didn't help very much. The map was in a "treasure chest" that he had found earlier and it was supposed to lead to a cache of weapons and gold but he couldn't identify any of the landmarks on it. Now he had wandered back into more familiar territory. He remembered this swamp very well. He had filled his boots with water and mud as he crossed the stream on the way out and he was about to wade across in the opposite direction. The water was surprisingly cold earlier and he was really ready for it this time. He pulled his sweatshirt and cap out and slipped them on. The cold water would soak them down and cool him off as the water evaporated out. By the time he reached the meeting barn, he should be cool and mostly dry.

Stepping into the stream he stood in the welcome cold, letting the water soak through all layers of his clothing. He dunked under and soaked his cap and hair. Moving on, he found himself getting mired in the thick, smelly mud along the bank where he was trying to climb out. The slippery muck coated his jeans and boots with the gray-brown ooze. Rubbing it from his jeans he found himself getting aroused with the slippery goo. He liked the way it felt on his jeans, making an almost airtight seal and conforming to every curve and contour of his muscular body and bulging crotch... and he loved the sensation as he rubbed his crotch with the thick mud.
Gathering up a handful of fresh mud, he opened his fly and smeared the slippery mud all over his cock and balls and re buttoned his jeans. Lubed with the dark mud he slid his hand over his shaft, slipping it from side to side and massaging his balls until he moaned loudly as his load readied to erupt.

"Looks like you're having Waaaayyyy to much fun there."

"Huh??!" Tory looked up nervously, embarrassed at being caught masturbating in the mud.
He looked in time to see a stranger standing on the bank, smiling at Tory's predicament. He was tall, muscular and handsome. He was wearing snug Levis, harness boots and a tee shirt that was just stuffed into his hip pocket for the moment. He had a quiver of arrows and a bow which was slung across his back with the quiver strap and bowstring string across his chest. His well muscled chest and ripped abs were hard to avoid looking at with admiration and envy, and his bulging arms just begged to be rubbed as the glistening sweat streamed down his tanned skin in the hot, humid sunshine.
"Having a good time?" He asked with his wide, friendly looking smile.
"Actually it was getting pretty good there," he admitted with obvious embarrassment.
"I was getting all boned up myself, just watching you." He offered. "Go ahead and finish if you want to, I'm too horny already, mind if I watch?"
Looking at the stranger's handsome face and hot. muscled body, he answered, "Only if you don't mind me watching you."
"Fair enough." He answered, opening his jeans. His already stiff cock sprang to attention like a long, thick, fishing pole.
"My name's Sam, what's yours?""
"I'm Tory... You've got a damn hot body there, Sam, if you don't mind me saying. Nice cock too. Wouldn't mind getting a closer look sometime...?" Tory started rubbing himself again, regaining the momentum lost by being startled by Sam.
"This mud feels sooooo good. You should try it."
"Maybe later." Sam answered.
"I was almost there already, I can't hold out too much longer."
"You decide when your end comes, Tory. If you shoot first I'll just finish up after you're done. Just try to hold out as long as you can."
Tory stared with utter lust at Sam's hardware. It was easy to get excited over a tool like that, and he was all worked up over the feel of the slick mud already.
Sam smiled and stroked himself with long steady strokes as it became clear that Tory was about to explode.
Tory stopped pumping and closed his eyes, holding off the big moment as long as he could hold it. Holding his breath, the pent up energy intensified until he had to gasp for air. His hot load erupted in his jeans mixing it's slick manlube with the cool mud in an ecstatic release like he had not felt in a long time. He looked at his jeans and could see the milky white fluid seeping through the cloth at the end of his spent cock.
"Wow! Sorry," Tory panted, "I couldn't hold it any longer. I thought I was going to explode!"
Tory looked up at Sam but recoiled with shock at what he saw. Sam was standing with his full, hard erection standing out of his unbuttoned jeans and a fully drawn bow aimed directly at Tory's chest.
"Crap! I didn't think we were playing yet." Tory responded, raising his hands in surrender." You got me fair and square."
Tell you what... You let me keep half my treasures and I'll help you finish that little 'problem' you have there..." Tory smiled, pointing to Sam's stiff cock.
"Sorry, not interested." Sam replied, sighting down the arrow. "I told you that you would decide when your end came."
"OK then, I'm a level 4 Paladin and I am casting a 'Divine Shield' spell. It gives me a +60 deflection bonus against all attacks." Tory smiled at the quick turn around in the battle and started to wade toward Sam.
"Hmmmm. Not bad. Let's see if it works." Sam smiled as he let the arrow fly.

"Uhhh." Tory gasped as the arrow ripped through his heart. He clutched his chest but fell almost immediately into the cold mud.
"Guess it didn't work." Sam said as he resumed pumping his rock hard shaft. Sam watched the arrow move with Tory's gasping, dying breaths and stroked himself to climax just as Tory took one last deep gasp of air and relaxed in the arms of death. Sam moaned loudly as his semen erupted in a powerful arc into the muddy water just inches from the now still figure on his back in the mud.

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Tad had been watching from the barn loft as David busied himself getting things set up for the afternoon meeting. He brought in several folding tables, set them up and covered them with plastic tablecloths, arranged several kinds of treasure chests, swords, daggers, bows and arrows and pieces of armor. The prizes were to be rewarded for the "treasures" found by the players during the morning's play. Lunch was on the way and soon the players would be filing in - he hoped.
Already several people that were supposed to help were late and he was getting anxious. Devin and Darrin, Greg, and Myles were all supposed to get here early to help set up. "Where the hell is everybody?" he muttered.
"Hurry up! We've only got an hour to get ready!" he yelled.
Tad stood up in the loft.
"Can I help?" he asked, taking aim.
"I'll take all the help I can get at this point." David said, peering into the relative darkness over head.
"Here it comes." Tad said, letting the shaft fly.

A look of confusion flashed across David's face as the shaft found it's target. Grabbing at the offending projectile, he looked into the dimly lit loft trying to make sense of what was happening, but his senses were already fading. His expression wilted as he fell back across the table and lay there like some medieval sacrifice on an altar.

"Ooh hot!" Tad hooted as he stared down at the still figure, "Look at that cock bulge!"

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Sam followed the lone "warrior" through the woods as he searched for a missing friend.
"Jaaa--son!" "Jason, can you hear me?"
Occasionally, the roleplayer would swing his sword at some weed or sapling as if it were an enemy orc or maybe some dark elf that just needed to be killed.
Sam could see that the guy was mostly pissed, figuring that his friends were hiding on him.
"This could be fun." Sam thought, taking aim.
"Yeaaaahh!" the player screamed as the arrow lodged in his thigh. "Owww! Help, I've been shot." He fell in the wet grass.
He saw Sam standing a few yards back. "You stupid fuck! You shot me!" he screamed at Sam.
"I know." Sam replied, taking aim again.
"Noooo! Help!" he cried as he tried running away. Hobbling badly, he sloshed his way out into the mud.
"Uhhh! Nooo! Please don't!" He pled. The second arrow pierced his shoulder and ripped out his chest. "Ooh, please stop."
"Hold still." Sam ordered, taking aim again.
"Nooooooo!!!! Unh!" he grunted as the arrow struck him in the ribs. "Unh! No, please...."



His voice trailed off as he stopped struggling. He looked at Sam, waiting to see what he was going to do.
"Sorry guy," Sam said.
"I'm out of arrows."
Sam walked out toward him. The warrior took a swing at him with his sword but the smooth, rounded blade presented little threat. Sam swatted the weapon out of his hand and grasped the arrow in his side.
"Hold still, this is going to hurt like hell!" he warned.
Pulling the arrow from his side, Sam pushed the point back into the wound. The wounded warrior gasped with pain.
"No, please, no." he whispered.
"Why the hell not?" Sam asked as he drove the arrow back in at an angle that took it up through the young man's heart.
A shocked expression flashed across his face and almost immediately faded into an open mouthed death mask.
"There, that wasn't too bad was it?" Sam said wiping his hands off on the dead man's shorts, taking the time to feel the manflesh in the mound of his crotch.
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Jimmy knocked at the door a little more forcefully. "Dean, Vinnie, you in there?"
"They're probably out back somewhere." Chris suggested. "You go on in and get things started and I'll find them and bring them in. Get cooking."
Ready for an afternoon of food, beer, NASCAR and some hot fun in bed later on, they were thinking only of making their part of the day's plans as perfect as they could.
Jimmy turned the doorknob and it obligingly opened. They carried the bags of steaks, beer and goodies in and Chris hopped down the steps and headed around the side of the house toward the back. Checking the yard and finding no one in sight, Chris headed toward the barn and straight to Vinnie's workshop.
As he entered he found Vinnie, face down on the floor with four evenly spaced bloody holes in his back and a muddy footprint where someone had stepped down on him to remove the pitchfork that had killed him. His own heart pounding, Chris checked for a pulse and found none. Stepping quietly now, fearing that the killer might still be nearby, Chris headed through the barn toward the other buildings. "Where are the others?"

At the back door, another horror waited as he spotted Jim's handsome, muscular body, face down in the flooded ditch. Running quickly to the water, he knelt down in the muddy trench, reached under Jim's once powerful shoulders and raised him up a little but rigor mortis was already starting to set in to his friend's body.

"Jimmy! Oh God Jimmy, Help!" "Grab your gun, hurry!" "They're dead! They're both dead!"

"Aaaghhh!"

Clutching at his gut he reeled with pain as he pulled on the shaft of an arrow embedded in his abs and tried to stanch the flow of blood from the broadhead wound. Looking up, he saw the archer, muscular and handsome, smiling at him with his weapon fully drawn, aimed straight at his head.
"Noooo! Please, nooo! Jimmy! Help!"
An instant later the second arrow split Chris' forehead just above his left eye and erupted from the back of his skull which stopped all pain in a brilliant flash of light and stilled is cries for help. His body, suddenly rigid, toppled over backwards onto his friend's legs in the storm swollen trench.

Taking only a moment to admire his latest kill, Tad turned his attention to the barn. He had seen Sam coming over the hill a few minutes ago before this guy came out of the house shouting people's names, but now there was at least one more and this last guy had been really loud. He hurried toward the barn to get out of sight.

Too late!

"Freeze! Drop your weapon - including those arrows." - "Hands on your head!" - "Turn around, real slow..."
Complying with the growled orders and turning he saw one beautiful specimen of manhood standing with his gun pointed at him, slightly crouched and looking very serious. Tall, handsome and tanned, he showed a fierce power with his tattooed muscular arms tensely bulging out from his sleeveless shirt and his powerful looking hairy legs with well placed tattoo accents. He could feel his manhood reacting despite the obvious danger to his own life.
"Who are you?" Tad asked.
"Deputy James Owen, Scott county Sheriff's office." he shouted. "Do not move, or I WILL shoot."
"Hey, this is me, not moving." Tad answered. "What's this all about?"
"You shut up, I'll ask the questions. Where's Chris?" Jimmy barked.
"Who's Chris?" Tad asked. "I don't know any Chris."
"I heard him calling for help. He was back here somewhere." Jim answered, waving his pistol in the air while still keeping a bead on Tad's chest.
To his relief, Tad saw Sam sneaking up behind Jim carrying a giant pickaxe! All Tad had to do was keep this cop's attention on him, rather than anything behind him.
"How can that be? I have been here for hours, I didn't hear anything, much less anyone calling for help."
"You're a liar!" Jim snarled. "I should shoot you right here. Where's Chris, Dammit?"
Tad took a step toward Jim."I told you I don't know!"
"One more step and you're dead!" Jim snarled, clicking the safety off.
"Whoa there soldier," Tad said, raising his hands in the air. "I'm cool, you've got the gun here."
"Get those hands back on your head, fingers interlaced and don't move!"
Sam started his swing with the heavy pickaxe like a heavy baseball bat. Tad couldn't help cringing as the heavy weapon whirled in a deadly arc. Jim saw the reaction but before he could turn, the pick found it's target.
*Thudd"Uhhh"*Bam*
Jim's eyes widened and his mouth opened to scream but the force of the swing, and the impact of the handle against his back silenced the cry before it could escape.
Tad watched as the pick erupted from Jim's chest and the sudden lurch forward as the pick went as deep as possible and bottomed out against his shoulders. The erupting pick point exploded out through Jim's muscular chest and a bloody shower splattered against Tad's face and chest. Jim's body stiffened and he fell face first to the ground with his gun still clutched in his right hand - smoking.
Sam raised his hands over his head and danced around jubilantly, celebrating the victory and saving his friend from possible death.
"Wooo hooo!" he yelled. "Look at that! That was awesome!"
A curious chill rippled through Tad's body. He tasted the blood that had splattered over him from the gaping hole in Jim's chest, but he felt curiously weak and shaky. He felt something warm running down his chest and over his abs. Looking down, he was horrified to see a small hole in his chest that spurted a small stream of blood with each beat of his heart.

"Oh damn!" he said. "Sam, I've been shot."
"Huh?!" Sam looked up at his friend. "Where?"
"Here." Tad said, nodding toward his chest. The 9 mm hole rhythmically draining his life's energy away.
"Shit! I don't want to die like this... "
"Hey man, it's not so bad, I'm here. I can help." Sam said, helping Tad to sit on the ground. "Lay back and try to relax."
Sam started unbuckling Tad's belt and unsnapping his jeans, gently rubbing his smooth sides as he slipped the zipper down and gently scooped Tad's stiff member out of his shorts. The plump shaft stood tall as Sam's lips enclosed it and Tad shuddered with pleasure as the pain of the wound in his chest grew more intense.
Tad gasped with ecstatic pleasure both at the loving caress of Sam's hands and the unexpected pleasure of dying as his best friend attended to his last sexual gratification. His nerves escalated into a state of sensitivity like he had never experienced, his breath roared from his throat in deep throaty growls and he strained to keep his sanity as every cell in his body prepared to participate in one jubilant orgasm.
"Aaaaagh!" he screamed, "Ooh, unh, aah." His whole being tingled with an exquisite exhaustion. Gasping for breath he grabbed Sam's arm.
"Don't leave me here to die. Get his gun. One bullet right here." He pointed to his chest just a couple of inches to the left of the bleeding hole.
"Are you sure?" Sam said, picking up the gun.
"Oh god, yes. I don't want to just die a slow death here."
Sam pointed the gun at his friends chest, knelt down beside him picked Tad's hand and placed it on his own crotch. Tad smiled as he felt the hard mass.
"That for me?" he quipped.
"Absolutely." Sam answered. "You stroke me off and I'll finish you as I shoot my wad in your hand. I'm almost there already."
Sam opened his fly and let his stiff cock drop into Tad's waiting hand. Tad started stroking then started tugging on Sam's shaft.
"Come here." Tad motioned him toward his mouth. "I want to do this right."
Sam groaned as his dying friend rhythmically stroked and sucked and massaged.
Suddenly Sam could feel the ecstatic eruption building to the point of no return. Trying to hold on, he started shaking violently.
"Uhhhhh!" he groaned as hot fluid shot into Tad's waiting mouth. Tad started sucking all the harder, swallowing the gobs of semen like it was his last meal.
Sam arched his back, shoving his manhood deep into Tad's throat. Tad moaned as he held his breath.
*Bam*
The single shot rang out. Tad jerked, slamming his forehead into Sam's pelvis and falling back to lay face up in the grass.
Sam bent down and kissed his friend goodbye one last time.
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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!

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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.

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Nickolas
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"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:
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Killed nine orcs; 4hp each
Damage - 1d 10 - Level
Lg ep x2
Le ep x1
Others no change.
+9 str
+1 chr
+1 sta
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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.

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Tom
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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.

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Rick
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"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?"

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Dungeons and Dragons Roleplay Outing - Part 2

Dungeons and Dragons Roleplay Gone Wrong Part 2
Three or four times a year the D&D clubs in the city set out to enjoy a weekend
roleplaying in the countryside. This will be their last outing.
We watch as everything goes terribly awry!

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After the early morning rainstorm drenched the countryside,
the well watered countryside was to become the stage for
The Terror After the Rain
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Jason ran up over the ridge, terrified of the sight he had just witnessed. A fleeting glance over his shoulder he saw the killer standing over the body still laying face down in the muddy water with the bloody sword blade still protruding from his back. The stranger had pointed this way when he offered to let Jason use his phone so this was the only way to go for help.

Cresting the top of the ridge, Jason could see the buildings ahead. A barn, an old shed and a farmhouse. He spotted someone working near the barn cleaning out a flooded ditch with a rake. Another person disappeared into the barn just as he started down the hill.
"Help! Oh God, Help!" Jason pleaded.
"Who's there?" the man cleaning the ditch turned to see who was yelling. He was dressed in a camo shirt and tight shorts, and barefoot as he stood in the flooded trench. The outfit showed off the fit, muscular form and handsome features of the rugged worker as he dealt with the flood.

"Call the police, quick, He just killed a guy just over that ridge - right in front of me!"
"Whoa slow down there. Who's killing who?" Turning toward Jason he sized up the young intruder. He obviously was not sure what to make of what the young man was saying.
Jason looked at the handsome figure before him. Two massive arms rippling with toned muscle, and two ripped legs, strong and tanned. His ab muscles rippled under the snug camo. The water glistened off his skin and clothes and the wet shorts clung tightly to the contours of his firm buns in the back and outlined his well filled out crotch package. Shaking off the sudden admiration for this strikingly handsome figure before him, Jason started pleading. "He was right behind me. He just killed a guy that said he lived here." "I need to use your phone... PLEASE!" Jason started moving toward the house.
"Lived here? Do you mean Dean?" He asked.
"Tall guy, jeans, light brown shirt."
Still standing in the ditch, the man started toward the house. The realization that this frantic young man may be telling the truth started to change his expression from annoyed and incredulous to serious and even a little fearful.
"Dean? You said Dean is dead? How, wha... Unhhhh"
An odd, pained expression contorts the man's face. Jason watched as he straightened up, slowly arched his back and tumbled face down into the muddy ditch. Suddenly, Jason realized that the man had an arrow sticking up from between his shoulders! Looking up the path, he saw the killer taking aim with another arrow.
Turning to run, Jason dashed for the house, half expecting to feel an arrow between his own shoulder blades at any moment.

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In the barn, Vince sat down on his stool and picked up his magazine. The heavy rain had caused a lot of work for them this morning and it was time for a break. Leafing through the pages he soon found his favorite picture of a muscular, naked cowboy getting a blowjob from an equally handsome, semi clothed companion.
Vice rubbed his bare chest and played with his nipples. They grew hard and erect as he pressed and stroked them. He tingled inside as his manhood swelled and started to push against his pants, wanting to get out.
Hearing a noise behind him he thought that Dean had returned from the ridge. He did not turn around to look, he just smiled and waited. If he played his cards right, he might be getting a blowjob, just like in the picture as soon as Dean saw what he had in his hand.
Expecting Dean to see the picture over his shoulder he waited...
"Give you any ideas?" he asked raising the magazine so that anyone behind him could plainly see the pictures.
"Just this one." The voice was not Dean! Vince dropped the magazine and started to turn. Suddenly, his body exploded with incredible pain. Four sharp tines erupted from his chest as the assailant drove the pitchfork home shoving his body forward and snapping his head back with the sheer force of the vicious thrust. Vince's hoarse scream ended in a choking gasp as his body crumpled to the floor, face down.
The killer admired his work, watching the pitchfork handle move while muscle spasms gave way to total stillness as the body surrendered to death. Satisfied that he had done well, he placed his foot on the body to hold it down as he pulled the pitchfork from Vincent's limp form and then hurried out the door eager to claim another victim.

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Inside the house Jason found the base for the wireless phone but no phone. He searched frantically for the telephone handset. Not in the kitchen, not in the living room, bathroom, bedroom - "Damn!" He found a car inside the garage but no keys anywhere in the house either.
Somebody must have taken the phone outside. Maybe the keys were there in someone's pockets. He had to gat something...
Checking out the windows, Jason could not see anyone except the dead guy in the ditch. Remembering the person that disappeared into the barn as he hurried down the hill, he decided to try there.
Opening the door, he carefully scanned to see any sign of where the killer might be. - Nothing.
Running quickly to the barn, Jason stepped into the relative darkness and listened as his eyes adjusted. He could see a lighted room near the back of the barn. He quietly moved toward the door and looked in.
Holding back his urge to run away, he stared with horror at the sight before him. On the floor, face down was a dead body. Four bloody holes in a neat row across his back and a dirty footprint with still wet mud on his back told Jason all he needed to know about what had happened. Searching the warm corpse's pockets for keys or something. A cellphone!
"Oh God, Please work!" he prayed as he tried the phone. "Crap! No signal on this one either."
Outside, two men watch the barn, patiently waiting for Jason to come out. Their bows drawn, they see a movement in the doorway.
Jason looked toward the body in the ditch, arrow in his back. "Probably no phone or keys with him." he reasons, "No pockets in those shorts or tee shirt."
"Must be with the guy up over the ridge." Looking around, Jason still does not see anyone.
"Got to run for it!"
With that Jason bolted out the door and started toward the ridge.
The first arrow struck him in the lower right abdomen. Jason flinched with the pain but determined to keep running. Almost immediately a second hit him in the upper left chest. Jason staggered forward, still running up the hill in terror. His legs began to feel weak and he realized that he was not going to make it. He spotted the archers partially hidden in the bushes. One of them had another arrow ready to fire. He saw the arrow leave the bow and closed his eyes just as it found his pounding heart.


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Dungeons and Dragons Roleplay Outing

Dungeons and Dragons Roleplay Gone Wrong
Three or four times a year the D&D clubs set out to enjoy a weekend
roleplaying in the countryside. This will be their last outing.
We watch as everything goes terribly awry!

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__________________________________________________The Unseen Archer
Devin hurried up the muddy path, eager to get to his hiding place near the road to the "Town" which should give him an upper hand with the opposing team as they passed by. If he played it right, sh should be able to sneak up behind his brother Darrin with his "Magic Crossbow" and capture him early.
Only a short distance away now.
"Where is that fallen tree?" he muttered, looking for the near perfect hiding place just ahead.
"Unghhh!" He gasped, as the first arrow struck him in his abdomen, low and to the right.
"What the hell!" he yelled "Look out, you just shot me for real!" "Help!"
Blood spurted from the wound as he stood, looking in amazement at the shaft in his gut. He looked at the fletching and wondered why he didn't recognize the pattern. It might not be his brother's arrow after all.
"Hey! Come on out. Time out," he yelled, "Wounded player here." "I need a Doctor."
"Unghhhhh!" This arrow arrived with deadly accuracy. Falling to the ground he scanned the forest ahead and still could not see who had shot him. His heart now mortally wounded, strained to move his blood through his body but only succeeded in filling his chest with the vital red fluid. Looking down at his bloodstained boots he had little time to respond as he started to see someone coming toward him. Started, but the curtain had fallen on the final act of his part of the play.


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Killed from BehindAfter we found Devin, We found Darrin nearby at the base of two trees. He has been shot from behind, once in the leg and once between the shoulders. If there is any consolation, the second arrow was probably the bearer of a swift death, whether because of luck or skill we had no way of knowing, but it pierced his heart through and protruded out through his chest


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Speared
They had found Darrin slumped at the base of a pair of trees. The sight of his body, covered with blood pierced through with a pair of arrows haunted his mind. The crossbow was a prop, a toy! It couldnt hurt anyone, The bolts were rubber tipped, like Greg' sword. Blunt edged for D&D swordplay. Nothing else.
Greg was hurrying back to the car to drive somewhere that his cell phone would work while Myles, Jason and Rick waited with Darrin's body. His only warning came as the spear slammed into his back knocking him on his face on the ground. He could only manage shallow breaths with the huge spearpoint through his diaphragm. He could hear footsteps in the leaves as his attacker approached.

"Help me..." Greg pleaded hoarsely, "Help. . ."

A wave of pain rippled through his body as strong hands gripped the spear handle. Taking a deep breath, the attacker drove the spearpoint the rest of the way through Greg's body. The spear blade squeaked against leather as it was driven relentlessly inward, tearing through flesh and bone, scraping on rock as the point burrowed into the ground under his chest by most of it's foot-long length The warm sensation of blood running down his back and the eerie silence of the forest soon melted into silence as the killers footsteps turned back toward the others.


Myles stabbed with Greg's sword.

Worried about leaving his brother Greg alone in the woods with a killer on the loose, Myles hurried back toward the car, hoping to catch Greg before he left to try to call for help. Spotting a dark form on the ground, he recognized the still form as his brother, now staked to the ground with the thick shaft of the spear standing nearly shoulder high to him as he now stared in disbelief.

"Oh God no!" he said as the tears welled up in his eyes. Turning back up the path he started running back to warn Rick and Jason. Looking over his shoulder, he didn't see the fierce form that stepped into the path as he ran. Unable to stop, he ran full force into the point of Greg's sword as the killer drove it into him with a powerful thrust. The dull blade only needed the momentum to do the job of one that may have been much sharper.

Standing, staring into his killer's eyes, mouth open but mute, he looked down at the handle sticking out of his chest and toppled face first into the grass.
Armed now with Myles' sword the killer headed back down the wooded path.
Jason had begun to worry as Myles and Greg had been gone for a long time and no help seemed to be coming. Telling Rick to find a safe place out of sight, he was going to see if Rick's car had left yet. Heading back down the path, it wasn't long before he found Myles' body, sword sticking up through his back, and a short distance farther away he found Greg with a huge spear through his body. The warm rain had stopped but the sun didn't warm him much as he arrived at the cars. Trying the doors he found all three locked and he had no keys.
"What the hell you doing there?" the deep husky voice almost growled behind him.
"I, uh, we need help." he stammered.
"You know those dead boys back there?"

A chilling sensation ran up his spine. "This guy's going to kill me next." he thought.


"Uh, Yeah, They were my friends." he said softly.
"Come on back to my house and we can call the sheriff from there." He offered, his voice softened a little.
"It's just over this ridge." he said stepping out of the brush into the opening where they had parked.
"You need some dry clothes to*Unngh*"

The bushes behind him seemed to explode as a towering figure drove his body into the stranger making him topple into the puddle at the edge of the clearing.
Before he could get to his feet the huge figure grabbed him by the throat and drove a sword through his gut. Jason saw the bloody blade emerge from the guy's back. The killer let him go and stood snickering at Jason as the stranger dropped to his knees and toppled face first into the muddy water. He would drown if the sword didn't kill him first. "He needs help" Jason thought, stunned and frozen in place.
Jason suddenly came out of his stunned shock and turned away, running from the gruesome scene behind him, hoping to find help somewhere, anywhere.
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Pascal

Unaware that there was a dangerous killer in the woods, Pascal did not even hear the first arrow strike the ground behind him. He was not so fortunate however, with the second shot.

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Skinny Dipper Tim
"Meet you at the pond, we can go skinny dipping. Hurry, I'll be in the water." Tim said into his small 2 way radio.

"Ten-four, Tim. I'll be there in a couple of minutes." Kelly Responded. Tim stuffed the radio into his backpack and started undressing. In a few seconds he was standing on the low dock, buck naked, getting ready to dive in for a quick swim and looking forward to an afternoon of fun while the others did their thing with the Dungeons and Dragons game. They would be a couple of mermen in the game but they really just wanted to swim and play together. Mermen were not very friendly to land dwellers, and they preferred to hide rather than reveal themselves, so they would likely be left mostly alone.
Standing on the Dock, Tim looked down at his half stiff cock, anticipating Kelly's arrival. He had plans for their time together in the warm water this afternoon.
"Hurry up, Dammit." he muttered as he prepared to dive into the water.
"Unhhh!"


The well aimed arrow penetrated his heart from behind. Tim jerked with pain and shock and toppled over face down into the pond. He slowly floated away from the dock and began to sink below the surface. Soon he was only a vague shape barely visible from the dock as the serene waters wrapped his body in a fluid grave.


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Skinny Dipper Kelly
Kelly hurried to the dock. Tim's backpack, clothes and shoes sat neatly placed on the ground near the dock. Kelly quickly stripped off his clothes and put them next to Tim's and he headed to the water.
"Tim?" he called. "Tim? Where are you?" he called. Figuring the Tim was hiding and would try to surprise him as he swam around in the pond, he grinned and grabbed his cock. "I've brought you something..." He said, pulling his meat up for inspection...
"Come and get *Unhhhhggghh*"
The same expert shot, piercing his heart through, Kelly staggered forward and toppled into the water. His body jerked several times as he lost consciousness and inhaled lungs full of water. His body briefly floated out toward the center of the pond and slowly sank beneath the surface, coming to rest against Tim's still form on the bottom. The two would rest together here for days, until search teams finally discover their fate and pull them from the watery bed of rest.

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