Bow and Arrow Kills - 3

Bow and Arrow Kills - 3

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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Archer Taken Down

Releasing his first arrow, Jason heard the satisfying "crack" as his arrow struck the enemy archer in the side of his head.  

 As the victim crumpled to the ground he reached for another arrow but one of the dead man's friends already had him in his sights and stopped any further attacks ... dead.

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Execution

Barely awake, he was becoming aware of the sounds of approaching feet outside his cell. Keys clattered against the lock and the door opened with a squeak from the rusty hinges.

"On your feet traitor." The big guard ordered.

"What's going on?" David asked as he swung his feet over and put them on the floor.

"I said on your feet!" he yelled again as two of them yanked him off the bed and stood him up straight.  "Hold still.!" the big guy barked. The guards pulled his head back as they tied a blindfold tight across his eyes.

He felt the guards pushing him out the door and down the short corridor. He smelled the sweaty body odor from the guards and the stomach turning stench of the stuff  they called "food" coming from the kitchen but he was ushered past the mess and straight to the rear door of the tiny prison.

"That explains the blindfold." he thought as he struggled to remain on his feet while being pushed/carried down the steps into the back yard of the prison.  No one was allowed to see the layout of the grounds and all incoming and outgoing prisoners were blindfolded. 

"Where we going?" He asked.

No answer.

He felt them turn him around and push him backward until his back was against the wall. Next he felt his hands being tied together, his ankles being tied and finally the two being  tied so that his hands were pulled tightly down over his groin.

He realized that he was probably about to be executed.  He started to feel his manhood filling with blood as the bulge in his shorts pressed against his hand.

The silence from the guards left him to imagine what was going on as he waited for the pronouncement of charges and sentence that he expected to be read prior to being killed.  He became aware of the fact that he had to take a piss, having been dragged here as soon as he was awakened.  

"Hey guys, I've got to pee." he said, breaking the silence.

A chorus of laughs was the response.  He could tell that there were six or seven soldiers in the yard with him, enough for a firing squad.

"Hold it in asshole." the big guard growled. "This won't take long."

He heard footsteps again as the men moved around in front of him. Then the sound of wood against wood followed by the slide of unseen shafts sliding against shafts and the soft creak of the bows as they were drawn back. "Arrows?" he wondered.  That would explain why he heard other prisoners being lead out of the prison but never heard any shooting.  He had assumed that they were either taken somewhere else, Released or killed by knife, strangling or hanging. Whatever the method, they were never seen or heard from again.

The long silence left him straining to hear anything that might give a clue as to what they were doing.

The urge to pee had been overshadowed by the almost painfully erect shaft that had pushed his hands away from his crotch.  He wanted to stroke himself so badly that he was beginning to shake with the building sexual pressure.

Without warning, the first arrow struck.

Just below the ribcage, dead center, the shaft plunged through his body and impacted against bone in his back.  The pain of the sharp point ripping through his body was all it took to set off the eruption of his death ejaculation, causing him to start jerking and bending from the spasms in his loins.

Suddenly someone yelled "NOW!" and he felt the immediate impact of three more shafts that hit in a tight formation, one in his right pec, missing his heart,

one splitting his sternum and striking his heart slicing the bottom open and the third in his left pec that split the pump wide open in his chest, draining his blood out into his chest. 

His knees started to buckle as cum and urine poured over them and he fell forward onto the arrows, ramming them through his muscled chest and out through his back.

After a few moments of muscle spasms and contortions, the handsome young body lay still.

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  Disturbance

Hearing the animals making a ruckus outside, Mel slipped his pants on and stepped out to scare any animals that might be in the barnyard in the night.  He didn't think he would need his gun.

He was wrong.

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Fatal Reaction

Coming in for a cold drink, Walt was watching his footing up the dune and never saw the archer, his own brother, taking aim as he approached.

"Unhhhh!"

The pain that erupted in his chest hurt too much to wait for any analysis.  Instinctively he grabbed the shaft and pulled.  The broadhead had missed his heart but his twisting yank cut through his aorta and left him with a full fifteen seconds of life.

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Stopped for a Rest

Pulling over against the wall the bikers hurried inside the convenience store to get their drinks after the last leg of the bike race. 

"Can I get you something, Rick?" Sammy offered.

"Sure, just a cold bottle of water." he answered.  "Thanks." and leaned back against the bike rail to relax.

Rick jumped at the sudden pain in his gut, grabbed at the arrow but slipped from his seat only to crumple in a shuddering heap on the ground.

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Heartshot

Slowly Keith realized that he was in danger but it was too late.  Expecting to see the assassin out the window, he stayed across the room from it, watching for anything suspicious.  Expecting to see someone with a gun of some sort, he was stunned to spot the archer that was taking aim through the window. Watching in disbelief he saw the arrow release, the shattering glass and felt the stinging impact in his chest.
Reaching for the shaft he pulled on it slightly.

The next heartbeat exploded in a gush of blood out through the wound in his chest.  His heart split with the broad head blade spurted three more times before beginning to flutter and die in his chest as he slowly dropped to his knees on the ground, and crumpling to a lifeless heap.

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Hearing a noise behind him, Robby turned just as the archer let the arrow fly.

A quick shudder racked his body as he reached for the shaft, his body stiffened and he toppled over and lay on the ladder moaning until his life finally ended.

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The first arrow slammed deep into Evan's abs.  Shocked and stunned he Looked up and raised his hands in surrender but the archer wasn't interested in prisoners - especially wounded ones.

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Feeling a little sheepish about his skinny-dipping in the pond, Lee quickly pulled up his pants but the property owner wasn't amused by his unwanted trespasser.  A sharp pain stopped him while he tried to thread his belt through his pants.

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Frank's handsome features were frozen in a bewildered stare.  A single arrow had pierced his chest and he lay on his side as rigor mortis slowly set in. 

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Miscellaneous Mayhem - Part 6

Miscellaneous Mayhem - Part 6 
 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.
Hope you enjoy!

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Beach Duel

The battle was not going well. We had been down in the sand, up again, gurgling and spitting saltwater in the surf and we were both getting tired. I had wounded Davis, first a small cut on his forehead then  a good stab under his right arm which slowed him down a bit but then he rammed his blade in my side, setting my insides on fire. He twisted the blade and I had to let out a clenched teeth groan as I struggled against the pain.

A good fist to his mouth stunned him and knocked him off guard just long enough for him to pull his blade back in defense and giving me the adrenaline rush I needed.

Thrusting my blade to the hilt in his unprotected gut I staggered back and waited. He grunted and bent over with the pain. Standing up straight, he looked me in the eyes and grabbed at the handle of my knife and pulled.

Stopping with a sudden change of expression on his face, Davis grabbed at theknife blade in a vain effort to stanch the sudden eruption of blood from around the knife blade.

Holding the blade he looked up into my face again with the unmistakable look of one who knlws that he is about to die. Not saying anything, Davis watched me with his knife ready to strike out at me if I moved toward him. He was standing firm and tall but his shoulders started to hunch over slowly but very definately. His determined and defiant glare turned to a more inquisitive stare as he watched me intently. At the same time the color began to drain from his reddened face and a pallor from his impending death became more pronounced.

Weaving around on his feet, Davis was almost at the end of his final struggle. I waited even though I was starting to weaken from my own wound. 

"Time to end this" I said, startling him with my sudden declaration. 

Grabbing the handle of my knife, still part way in his bleeding gut, I shoved it in again, slamming the hilt into the open wound and slicing his fingers that tightened defensively around the blade.

At last I yanked the blade away and was rewarded with a thick gush of thick, dark blood that emerged from the hole.  His weakened body stiffened, his mouth opened with a silent scream and he toppled over, face first in the sand at my feet.

Bending down over his prone body. Grabbed his hair with my left hand, pulling his head upward and partly lifting his body up from the sand.  One final slash of my blace across his throat, a short gurgling sound and a brief gush of fresh blood later and the battle was finally over. 

Now to get my wounds taken care of...

Rowboat Kill - Put yourself in this story...

More exciting than you could ever have imagined. Having lured George out to the secluded lake for a "fishing" weekend, then getting him out in the boat with the porn mags you shared laughs and jokes about the pics then suggested that he join you skinny dipping. George obligingly peeled of his teeshirt and then his shorts. Sure enough, he had a hard cock hiding there and didn't seem to be too embarrassed to let you see it. You offered him your own stiff member for a blowjob, which he surprisingly took, without question.

Now he was starting to get fidgety, nervous, acting like something was suddenly wrong. Your balls ached, needing to be satisfied, he was perfect but now changing his mind. HELL NO!

The look on his face was priceless as you rammed your knife into his gut. Nowhere to go but into the lake, he tried desperately to fight but you soon had him. He lay there panting as you stroked his quivering body. spreading his blood around on him and on you. Using your bloody hand you stroked his cock hard and firm then sucked him off. His blood was delicious his cum sweet. As he reached orgasm, his fitful breathing stopped.

Finally jacking off with his blood all over your own hand, cock and balls, you realize that something really does transfer from the dying to their killer. Slowly, you pull the knife from his beautiful body, wiping the blood on your arms, legs chest and yes, your cock and balls again. With some sadness you let him slip over the edge of the boat to disappear under the dark surface. You lay for a long time in the late afternoon sun savoring the sensation of the drying blood tightening on your skin, the relaxing sound of the birds and crickets. You love it all. You realize that you have today become a vampire.

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Parting of the Ways
Expecting to have a night of passion and sweet companionship, Joel began to strip off his uniform a little at a time, teasing him to arousal and a playful romp of fantasy play.
"I'm being transferred out."
The announcement came with the weight of an M1 Abrams tank. Joel stood there in stunned disbelief.
"When?" He finally managed to ask.
"Tomorrow." Scot was almost in tears. "Orders came in this morning. I leave at 0900 tomorrow."
"I'll put in for a transfer too." Joel suggested.
"You know that won't happen." Scott answered. "You've got two years to go and I have another year and a half. By that time, - Who knows?"
"No! I can't do that. I won't be seperated from you." Joel was desperate. "I won't let that happen."
"We don't have a choice, Joel. I have orders and you are locked in here for another six months and then they will ship you off to wherever the hell they want you - just like they are doing to me."
Joel snuggled up tight to Scot's firm, smooth chest.  He savored the manly scent of his lover, listened to the softly beating heart inside that manly chest and felt the loving fingers caressing his closely cropped hair.
"If I can't be with you then I don't want to live at all." Joel announced. "I want to die. Right now. Get your knife, that beauty that we play with. Use it. Right here." He pointed to the spot under his left pec. "Run it in here and up into my heart. We have played it so much, this time do it for real."
"Are you sure?" Scot asked. "I don't want to lose you. What will I do?"
"You will find someone soon. Look at you! Any guy would die to have you." Joel urged.
"But I don't want someone else." Scot countered.
"Lets do it." Joel pleaded, groping at Scot's bulging basket. "Let me have you one last time."
Scott gave in to the lure of a hot roll in the hay with his special lover and soon they were having their last time together in the narrow bunk hidden in the back room of the storehouse.
Getting dressed again, they headed outside and under the camo tarp behind the buildings.
"Here." Joel said, handing the curved fantasy dagger to Scott. "Just let me die in your arms."
Scott took the long bladed weapon in his hand. "Joel, I love you."

"I'll always lov- Uh!" His answer forever cut short as the cold blade sliced it's way through skin muscle heart and lungs.  Joel turned to look one last time at his devoted lover. Their lips met in one final passionate kiss that was interrupted with a short cough. Blood ran down Joel's quivering jaw as Scott kissed his dying lover's forehead just as Joel collapsed in his arms.
Gently lowering his life's partner to the ground, Scot slid the blade out of his lover's still heart. Looking intently at the blood that coated the blade, now warm with heat from Joel's lifeless body, tears welled up in his eyes and dripped onto the bloody blade.
Taking one deep breath, Scot turned the knife around, held the point against his own sobbing chest and pulled with all the might he could muster.
The sound of steel scraping on bone and a sharp gasp of pain, followed by the dull thud as his body fell beside his  lover on the hard dirt floor.  Joel and Scott, now together forever, left all of their troubles behind.

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Stomach Stab
 Will stood defiantly staring into Jack's steely blue eyes.
"I said get the fuck out of my face!" Jack snarled as he turned to leave the room. Will grabbed Jack's arm and turned him around to face him again.  Holding onto his arms he kept pushing him backwards.
"I don't want to get out of your face. I like being in your face. Anything to piss you off. I love to piss you off." Will kept walking toward Jack, getting his nose within an inch of his. "Are you pissed? Are you pissed yet?"
"Stop it Dammit! Get the fuck out of my face. I'll kill you! Get back now!"
"Oh, scare me! You kill ME? You fairy assed, big mouthed prick. Kill me? Fuck, you couldn't even touch me." Will leaned into Jack's sweaty red face until his nose touched Jack's nose. "You're nothing but a big mouth.  All talk and no..."
Will's tirade stopped abruptly. The look of confusion on his face said all that needed to be told. No more taunting, no more screaming. The bravado stopped as the searing pain erupted deep within Will's gut as the blade tore through his stomach.
Gasping one quick gulp of air, Will fought for the realization of reality to set in.
"He stabbed me!"
Frozen in place, Will felt the powerful wrenching spasm building inside him as his tortured gut tried to expel the deadly invader in his body.
"You bastard! You.... Eeeeaaaaagghh!"

Unable to hold it back, Will shuddered as his body convulsed and the bloody contents of his stomach poured out and the blade, still deep inside his gut savagely carved it's way through his organs as he violently heaved.
"You fuckin' prick! You stabbed me!" He grabbed at the handle of the knife as he slowly dropped to his knees.
"Call 911. Help me you asshole!"
"You just don't have a clue, do you?" Jack snarled. "I'll help you."
Jack grabbed the knife and ripped it out with a quick yank.
"Yeahhhh!" Will screamed. "I'll kill you for this, asshole.  Help me!"
"I'll help you..." Jack said, grabbing Will's thick mop of hair and moving around behind him. Placing his knees behind Will's back he pulled his head back exposing Will's throat.
"I'll help you to shut the fuck up!"
With one hard slash across the exposed throat, Jack cut all the way to Will's spine. Will started a scream that ended in a hideous gurgle and a crimson gusher. His eyes flashed wide and his mouth opened to finish the scream that was now drowning in blood. His hands reached for his throat but they went limp with the rest of his body, falling uselessly to his sides.
Throwing the shock of hair forward, Jack tossed the limp body forward to fall in the pool of blood on the hardwood floor at his feet.
"All talk and no action?    -  - Not this time."

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Night Kill
I awoke last night as Neilus crawled out of the tent. Not all that unusual a thing, I just assumed he was going out to relieve himself or perhaps to get some water. I did think he was gone for a little longer than usual but I fell asleep, unconcerned.  This morning I woke to the clatter of armor as some of the men began to gather up their things before the march back to the barracks.
Neilus was not on his mat and I had not felt him crawl past me before the sounds outside woke me up.  Now I was a little concerned.
Gathering my things together, I reported to my superiors that I was going to see where he went and with their grinning permission, I set off. I knew what the grins were about because they knew that we were in love.  We spent all the time we could together, including sharing our tent.
I walked over the small hill where most guys chose to relieve themselves but other than the ones there at the moment, squatting over the soft sand, Neilus was not to be found.
I needed to refill my water jug so I headed toward the stream. Stepping over the low ridge, I spotted Neilus.

   

His own sword had been driven upward through his heart. No sign of his attacker and no other sign of a struggle. Only the cold, unmoving body of my precious and loving partner.

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One Night Stand
Expecting a quick one-nighter while away from home on business, Leo invited Edward back to his hotel room for a couple of beers and some fun. Only after getting groggy from the single beer did he realize he has been drugged.
Waking up tied to the bed and stripped to his underwear, Leo found himself trying to focus on the blurry figure standing at the foot of the bed. Edward was stripped to his underwear too, as far as he could tell in the dim light and was watching him as he slowly regained his senses.
"What happened? What did you do to me?" Leo asked. "You drugged me."
"Yes I did." Edward admitted. "By the way, that's one sweet ass you have there. Nice and tight even when you were out cold."
"You fucked me while I was out? You bastard! How could you do that to me?"
"Easy there stud.  You lured me up here so we could have some fun, so - I had some fun." Edward held up a small blister pack and rattled the pills inside. "A couple of these in your beer and zap! You're all mine."
Feeling the soreness from his encounter with Edward's fat cock he began to get anxious about being tied up with this unpredictable stranger in his bedroom.
"Ok, you had your fun. How about you untie me and give me a turn at your ass?" Leo asked, hoping to at least get free of his bonds.
"Oh I still have plans for you." Edward said, tossing the packet of pills aside. "I see that cock of yours is getting hungry for action."
"What do you think? You got your jollies, it's my turn now." He tugged at the ropes but was unable to pull free.
"Never played any kind of bondage before?" Edward asked, sitting down on the bed. "It can be a big turn on."
Edward began rubbing and massaging Leo's boxer clad crotch, gently stroking the hidden treasure inside the confines of the snug cloth.
"Ooooh. That's better." Leo cooed as his cock strained against is shorts. "This could be fun after all." Leo started to relax as Edward drew him into the idea of the whole vulnerability of being completely at the mercy of his captor.
Edward stopped his tease.
"Whoa! Don't stop now." Leo breathed softly, trying to not ruin the mood.
"You know what really turns me on with this whole bondage thing?" Edward asked, getting up from the bed.
"What's that?" Leo asked as Edward walked to the chair where he had piled his clothes. Moving his clothes he revealed something long and black laying across the chair. Picking up the dark stick he held one end and slowly slid the scabbard away revealing a long curved katana.
Leo's eyes locked on the long, shiny blade as Edward moved it through the air, slicing hacking and stabbing an imaginary opponent with beautifully practiced moves.
"Imagine how my foe will feel having my sword rammed through his gut! One swift thrust and the end of his life is just moments away." He paused. "I see this is a turn-on to you too." he said, taking his sword and gently tapping Leo's straining cock still inside his underwear. "I thought you might like this part."
Feeling a little afraid but very excited and horny, Leo watched Edward's performance. Edward paused to watch the straining cock in Leo's shorts.
"Here, See if this helps." He said, slipping off his own briefs and tossing them aside.
For several minutes Edward danced around the bed, swinging his sword, thrusting and slashing through the air while Leo watched, more intently than he had ever watched anyone before. Fascinated with the fluid movement of his playful captor along with the progressively erect cock that bounced between his thighs at first but soon stood tall, proud and rigid, he began to relax and enjoy the show.
"I love this." Leo said as he gyrated his hips with the rhythmic moves of Edward's deadly and seductive dance. "This is fantastic!"
"It gets better."Edward answered. His skin was beginning to glisten with sweat in the dim lamp light. "I'm almost there. Do you like a good blowjob?"
"Doesn't everybody?" Leo answered, his cock responding by increasing it's strain against the confining underwear. "This makes the whole drugged out thing worth it. I just wish you had said something to me about it first."
"Would you have let me if I did?" Edward asked.
"Probably not." Leo admitted.
"Sometimes the surprise makes the whole thing so much better." He was still dancing around the room with his long sword and stiff cock slicing through the air with erotic precision. "I have another thing planned for you that I doubt you would agree to if I ask you ahead of time but it will be the most fantastic thing you have ever felt in your entire life."
"It had better be pretty soon or else I am going to cum in my shorts without you!" Leo answered, also starting to break out in a sweat with the powerful stimulation and anticipation he was feeling.
"Don't worry, my friend." Edward said, moving to the foot of the bed. "This show has a killer finish!"
Without warning, Edward stopped, pointing the blade at Leo's muscular abs. Taking careful aim at the deep, sexy furrow between the mounds of muscle on his well defined abdomen.  Leo shuddered with anticipation as the sharp blade gently touched his skin.
"Ooohh! God that's HOT!" Leo moaned as the thrill and delight rippled through his body.
"That's just the start of it." Edward answered. Placing his knee on the bed between Leo's splayed legs, he leaned in toward Leo's helpless body and with a single gliding thrust, pushed the blade through skin, muscle and intestine as it cut a path upward toward Leo's violently pounding heart.
"Aaaaaghhh!"

Leo's body tensed. His muscles tightened as he strained against the ropes that held his hands and feet and he shuddered as the razor sharp blade carved it's way through his body. Edward quickly moved to the side of the bed pulled Leo's underwear down allowing his stiff cock to spring up, free at last.

Taking the rock hard shaft in his hand he guided it between his waiting lips.

Leo shuddered with pain as the heavy blade pressed against his wound and moved as the bed rocked under the weight and movement of Edward's body climbing on the mattress but Leo's cock responded immediately to the attention.  In seconds the wave of energy that emanated from deep inside Leo's loins was building to a tremendous climax.  Leo shuddered with both fear and anticipation as he neared the inevitable eruption.

 "Yeaaaaaaaa - Uhhh -Ungh!"

Leo's body contorted with uncontrollable spasms as his muscles wrenched his body first backward, arching his back up off the mattress and thrusting his cum shooting cock deep into Edward's waiting throat. Next, the spasm turned to a contraction, yanking the shooting cock from Edward's mouth and slamming Leo's back onto the mattress and wrenching the sword through flesh and ripping the wound wide as Edward barely escaped having the razor sharp blade come down on the back of his neck.

Standing back, Edward watched as Leo's contorting body jerked and heaved on the bed, the long blade cutting through his body with every move, his still stiff cock still erupting with a geyser of semen that sprinkled the bed with pearlescent droplets of seed that stood out in stark contrast on the dark blue sheets.

In a few minutes it was all over and Leo lay unmoving on the bed.  No muscle twitched or reacted in any way as Edward pulled the slender blade from the gaping hole in his gut. The soft flesh, now glistening with blood, his erect penis began to slowly wilt and gently lay down in the bloody stream and the straining muscles on his arms, legs, chest and abdomen unknotted and relaxed until the handsome corpse looked like he was sleeping peacefully - except for the blood and that gaping hole in his gut.

"Thanks for everything." Edward whispered as he passionately kissed the silent lips for the last time...

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Escape or Die

It had been several months since his capture and imprisonment. He had met the twins at a bar and thought a quick one-nighter with the handsome blond twosome would be fun. First he rode with them to a motel where they gave him a wild and wonderful time.  Insisting on having him stay for the night, they gave him some wine before bed which proved to be drugged and when he awoke he was here. Wherever "here" was.
Stripped naked and constantly used as a sex toy by the twin brothers who identified themselves as Cain and Abel, Rob had decided that death was the only way out. If it had to be his own death, then so be it. Rob had been given freedom to move around inside the building but had not been allowed to leave, or even see outside to even get an idea of where he might be.

Left alone for hours at a time, he was pretty much allowed to do as he pleased. There was a treadmill and a workout machine in a room with a huge mirror on one wall and a tanning booth against the other. There were video players, lots of movies - mostly gay porn flicks - and a wide variety of music files on his personal MP3 player.

No radio, no television, no clocks, no way to tell day from night.

He had free reign of 5 rooms but there were three rooms that were locked. Occasionally one of the twins would get up and go to one of the locked rooms and go inside briefly and return but he was not allowed to go near the open doors.

He had searched in vain for anything that could be used to escape.  The walls were poured concrete, No windows. The doors were made of steel and although they were made to look like wood, they were heavy and unmoving if locked. The door to the outside opened up to a small entrance room, about 6 feet square and the twins never allowed the outer door to be open while the inner door was open. The inside door was opened by a key pad and the outer had a key lock and a deadbolt lock. He has figured out the keypad code a couple of months ago but without the key to the outside lock he was still locked in.  All of his eating utensils were plastic and there were no metal spoons, forks or knives.  Nothing to be used as a weapon or a tool to make an escape.

All the comforts of home, if home is a prison.

The routine was usually the same.  From the regularity of it Rob had estimated the time of day but beyond that he was at a loss to be able to tell much.  He would awaken, shower, fix himself some prepackaged food that could be microwaved or toasted for breakfast. Lunch was usually canned soup or a sandwich. He had a coffee maker but didn't use it often. After several hours he would hear the doors outside opening and soon the twins would come in with their hot evening meal. 

The food was good, sometimes prepared by unknown persons, possibly the twins, sometimes restaurant food.

They would set the table and wait on him like royalty and sit down with him to enjoy the meal with him. There was always conversation. The topic usually started out with how Rob spent his day, what movies he watched or music he listened to, what he had to eat.

The twins had always been together at almost all times, seldom separated by more than a few feet they were leashed together by their mutual need for each other. They always seemed genuinely concerned for Rob and often came up with things he asked for whether it be a specific movie or some food or whatever they could do to make his imprisonment and slavery a little more tolerable. They seemed more worried about Rob's happiness and contentment and couldn't seem to understand that he could never be happy as long as he was a prisoner. When Rob tried to convince them that what they were doing was wrong, they just seemed to brush it aside and could not understand why he was not happy with being their personal love slave. - It was a privilege, after all...
They would always pour out glasses of wine and talk in soothing and gentle tones. Try to soothe and coddle him, telling him how much they loved him and wanted to protect him. Finally the conversations would end and the twins would begin to strip off their clothes and start stroking, rubbing and kissing Rob's naked body. Eventually they would take turns sodomizing him, often stroking him or performing oral sex on him. Eventually they would lay beside him for a time until one of them would get up, run into the shower, soon to be followed by the other, some hushed conversation  and then they would quickly get dressed and leave.

Many times while the twins were showering their clothes would lay where they had dropped them but they almost never stayed in the shower together long enough to search through them or get anything done. Today was different. Today the twins went into the shower together. That hopefully meant that they would be gone for a while and as soon as Rob heard the water running, he bolted for the clothes and almost immediately found a set of keys. Bolting for the hallway he quickly tried the keys in the nearest door.

Inside he found a variety of furniture, table, chairs and some shelves.

Hurrying to the next room he found stacks of bedding, blankets, towels and soaps, toilet paper and a few rolls of paper towels. Hanging on a hook on the wall he found his clothes that he had worn the night he was captured, all nicely dry cleaned covered with protective plastic.

The third room had a variety of quick-fix foods, Soups and a few pots and pans. Ceramic and glass tableware and...

Jackpot!

In a box under some pots in the back he found a beautiful, gleaming, long bladed butcher knife!

Rob's heart started pounding. It was going to be now or never. Cain and Abel would be coming out of the shower in no time at all and he was going to have to strike when they did.

The sound of running water subsided. He heard the giggles and laughter that often accompanied the twins as they playfully poked and tickled each other just out of sight in the bathroom. The sound of bare feet padding on the tile floor let him know that the time had come.
Flattened against the wall by the door, Rob waited until the first of the twins stepped onto the room and immediately grabbed his captor around the neck and held the point of the blade against the underside of his jaw.
"Stop right there or he dies!" Rob yelled.
Cain's eyes narrowed as he stared at Rob. "What do you think you are going to do?" he asked. "You're locked in here and even if you kill us you'll never escape without the lock code. I won't tell you, Abel won't. We both know you'll go to the cops if you get out. You stay here and you live.  Kill us and you die here alone."
"I'd just as soon die here after watching your corpses rot away on the floor." Rob growled. "Give me the combination, he lives and I let you go. You can run before the cops start looking for you. Otherwise he dies first then I come after you."
"Cain, give him the combination. He's going to kill me!" Abel whimpered.
"Shut up bitch!" Cain barked. "He's not killing anybody,  He needs us alive to get out of here."
"I already told you," Rob snarled, "If you let me go, you can run first. I can't live this way and if I can't get free, I would rather die. I have nothing to lose but if I go, I'm taking you with me."
Pushing the knife upward the point pressed painfully into Abel's tender jaw releasing a trickle of blood that ran down the blade to Rob's hand.
"Auuuuggh!" Abel cried as he stretched upwards on his toes trying to get high enough to avoid the blade. "Cain!  Help!  He's gonna kill me!"
"Kill him!" Cain snarled. "You'll still have to go through me to get the hell out of here."
"As you wish." Rob answered. "Abel, this is from your brother."
"No! Ahhh! No!! Yeugggghh!"

Abel strained against the blade as it tore up through his jaw, sliced through his tongue and split the bone in the top of his mouth. He gasped a deep breath of air mixed with blood as the tip of the blade entered his brain, he shuddered, stiffened and went limp.
Yanking the blade from Abel's jaw, Abel jerked backward and fell like a rag doll on the floor. His eyes wide, mouth contorted with a grimace of pain and his back arched in a twisted death spasm with his right hand frozen in a futile grasp at his skewered chin.
Cain stood staring at his brother's contorted body as the reality of Abel's death began to sink in. He started to feel the sting of tears welling up from somewhere deep inside. His face began to heat up as the telltale flush of rage signaled that something was about to explode inside.

Cain turned his gaze toward Rob, his eyes narrowed, he took a quick, sharp breath and launched himself toward Rob, fully intent on ripping his throat wide open and tearing his heart out of his chest with his bare hands.

Rob was ready.

The plaintive whimper that escaped Cain's mouth was followed by the thud of his body falling to the floor and the involuntary grunt as the knife handle slammed against the floor and his body contorted with the pain of being impaled on the vicious blade. His pain didn't last long however and soon his final muscle twitches were all that remained of the life that was driven so abruptly from the last of the twins. A pool of dark red began spreading out as the blood in his heart drained out through the gaping hole in his chest.

Rob showered, washing the blood and stench of his captors away, got dressed and found the sets of keys that the twins were carrying. Punching in the keycode that unlocked the inner door he stood for a long time staring at the lock before finally turning the key and hearing the soft click of the lock sliding back.  It was finally over.

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Family Feud - Part 11

Family Feud - Part 11

Two Mob style families seek revenge on each other as the bodies stack up. Told from the point of view of one of the hired gun "soldiers" involved in the carnage.

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Just in time for Valentines Day

A new Massacre!
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Onslaught

After sunset we gathered in an empty alley a block away from Vito's Gym. Not knowing how many would be inside, we went for the overkill option. I called Henry and told him there was going to be some noise from a bunch of firecrackers and noise making pyrotechnics  - set off on a nearby rooftop - that should be sufficient to cover the noise of the somewhat more deadly fireworks in and around Vito's Gym.

"Who the hell came up with that plan?" Henry asked.

"Why?" I asked. "Seemed like the best I could think of in the time I had."

"Should have known it was you.  Just rig some rags to smoulder or some smoke bombs - something for people to look at with all the noise. Good thinking. We'll make it work.  Just keep yourself alive through this. We can't let Vito win, he'll turn this city into a battleground for years."

"I won't let that happen, Henry." I promised. "I'll end it right."

The silence on the other end told me that Henry wasn't so sure.

"Vito is going down, for good." I assured him.

"Be careful Kyle, there are a lot of greedy bastards out there just waiting to take you to Vito to collect their two million as soon as Vito gets is jollies killing you himself." He paused...

"It's a two edged sword, Frank." I answered. "That means they are less likely to kill me before taking me to Vito. More time to escape, more chance to kill whoever tries it."

"Be careful of everybody," Frank warned, " - Some or your best friends might just try to capitalize on your trust, they might even cry at your funeral, but you will still be dead."

"I've got to get movin'." I told him, "Catch you later."

"Watch your ass. I Don't want to lose y..." *click* I hung up before he could finish.

We were on hold for a  few minutes waiting for some more guys to arrive - gave me some time to think... and try Jerry again.

"Hello?"

"Jerry! Where the hell are you, where have you been?"

'I'm trying to work an angle here. Hope to find an end to all this."

"Angle? What the hell are you talking about? I've been calling you for hours."

"I know that. I had to turn my phone off.  Where are you now?"

"We're going in Vito's gym. They have Roger, they're going to try to get Tony's hiding place out of him."

Jerry took a deep breath. "Roger's probably already dead. You better tell Tony to move somewhere else."

"Already taken care of." I answered.

"Good, but you guys will be going into a hornets nest.  I'm in the middle of something here and can't get there to help right now."

"In the middle of what?" I asked.

"I've still got a big advantage here, Vito's men still think I'm working with them. As long as nobody sees me with you and lives to tell about it, I can get into places you can't."

"Don't take any unnecessary chances." I warned.

"You be careful too. I've got plans for you." he paused, "I want you alive so we can do them."

I smiled at that. I had some plans too.

The last of the men arrived and I said "Goodbye" to Jerry.

Dave moved quietly up to the back door and started picking the lock. Within a few moments he had it and I signaled our man on the roof for a one minute countdown. I checked to be sure that everyone was ready with silencers on their guns and knives at the ready. Now the last moments before the fireworks seemed really slow and extra quiet.

Suddenly, the sky lit up with multicolored flashes, sparks pops, cracks and booms. We moved into the dark back room and waited for any sound in the hall outside. Chuck peeked out of the door and motioned us to wait. He then watched through the narrow crack until he yanked it open and charged through.

"No, wait!" I said in a loud whisper. "Shit!"

I stepped through and could only watch as he repeatedly gutstabbed the guy over and over, holding him by the back of his neck as he rammed the blade to the hilt in his ruined gut.

Letting the guy go he stepped back as the gutted young man shakily tried to stand upright but faltered toppling over on his side on the floor. Beginning to convulse, he heaved several times and finally puked a bloody mess on the floor as his last conscious act.

"What the hell is the matter with you? Are you trying to get us all killed?" I snarled at Chuck, trying to sound as angry as I could while whispering.

"I got him, didn't I?" He whispered back.

"That's not the point. We can't cover your back if you're out on your own doing your own thing."

I sent the guys to cover the front and back stairs, all three entrances to the building and the last two remained with me as we  started a sweep of the building.

The fireworks were still making a lot of noise outside but in here it was just a low background noise, nothing to get all excited about but a noise in the room next to us caught my attention. Preparing my knife, I opened the door and spotted a muscular hunk coming toward the door. He snatched a revolver from a table as he moved past it and looked toward me. I threw the knife.

"Uhhhhhh!"

He stopped in his tracks.

Dropping his pistol to the floor he grabbed at the knife in his gut with both hands.  Staring at it for a moment, he started to pull it out but was stopped by the pain. He looked up at me as a trickle of blood dripped off his lip, just before he toppled over face first to the floor.

I stepped in, rolled him over and retrieved my knife. He moaned and started squirming so I placed the tip of my knife over his heart. His eyes widened when he felt the point touch his chest then closed them tightly in anticipation of the thrust. Shoving it in to the hilt, his body shuddered, stiffened and then relaxed. His ordeal was over.

I figured the basketball court might be a good place to check and I heard the sounds of running feet inside. Fortunately it was just some guy running laps and since this was a private gym, the runner could only be a target.

As the steps approached, I opened the door and stepped in. He was watching his feet and not paying attention to me or anyone else and as he approached, I raised my gun.

*Peyupp*

He jerked bolt upright, grabbed for his chest and tumbled over backward, landing on the floor with a loud thud. I knelt down and checked for a pulse - none. His sweaty body looked especially hot to me with the bullet hole and powder burns. He must have been dead almost before he hit the floor so it was nearly painless for him.

"Too bad," I said softly, "nice looking guy."

We headed toward the locker room.

I carefully opened the door and looked in. It was quiet. I readied my gun and stepped inside followed by a couple of the others. As I got where I could see the whole room I spotted Roger.

His arms were taped to a bench, and was gagged with a ball of tape in his mouth. His body was still warm so it hadn't been long since he was killed. Another indication that it had not been long was the still half hard erection in his pants. He had wet himself, probably upon death. He had been beaten up and stabbed once in the abdomen. That may not have killed him but the knife still sticking into his chest probably did.

"They probably got what they wanted out of him." I said. "Either that or got sick of trying."

I picked up the gun on the floor and stuffed it in the back of my belt. Then I removed the blade from Roger's chest. Wiping it off on a pair of socks I found on the floor, I Sheathed mine and decided to use their weapon on them.

"There are several private rooms on this floor," I said, "We need to check them before we go upstairs."

I still had the set of keys I got from a previous raid here so I tried them on the door of the first room. - Empty.

The next door opened silently. Inside, asleep in front of his TV was a muscular tattooed slab of beef, just waiting for a bullet or a knife... I chose the knife.

He gave a loud raspy gasp as his eyes flashed open and he tried to sit up, which only drove the blade in deeper. He looked up and saw my face.

"Carver." His voice was raspy.

"That's me Skippy. Your million dollar buddy. Too bad you were sleeping.  I decided you were ready for retirement... In hell!"

I punched the hilt of the knife with the heel of my hand, driving it in until I felt the crunch of knife grating through backbone. The guy's eyes flashed wide briefly but he quickly wilted back against his comfortable pillow and fell asleep. Forever.

I pulled the knife and wiped it on his pants. I couldn't resist  giving his hard mound a good squeeze - checking him out. - Not too bad but could have used a bit more meat on that sausage.

We moved on to the next room. Inside I saw a big soldier type mercenary standing inside - and he saw me open his door.

"What the fuck you doing here?" He snarled. "Get the hell outta my room!"

One quick throw later and the big guy was falling to the floor in the corner.

The next door wasn't locked. I knocked.

"Yeah? Who is it?"

"Skippy." I answered. "Vito sent me."

"Skippy?" The door opened. Another big military type.

"What the hell does he want?"

"Hey, take it easy. I just need your keys. They're changing the locks here and you'll need the new one."

"Wait here." he said. Turning around he pulled out his cell phone.

"Probably calling to check my story." I thought.

I didn't wait. I struck fast and hard driving the blade in with a sharp upward thrust.

"Aghhh! You fuck!"

He dropped to his knees. The cellphone bounced across the floor undialed. I yanked the blade out of his back and drove it back in again, striking bone this time. He moaned loudly but quickly lost all strength and fell over.

I felt for a pulse in his neck. It was there but after a couple of seconds it stopped.

I looked around the room and found a couple of weapons - A nice 357 and an Uzi.

"We can use these." I said, handing them to Dave. Picking up the ammo, I shoved several clips into my pockets and gave the rest to Dave to carry.
"Wonder how many more mercs we'll run into?" I said...

*Bang* *Bang* *Bang*

The shots came from another room! We ran out into the hall just in time to see one of Vito's guys running toward the stairs. *Peyupp* I fired one shot.

The wall in front of him became splattered with the bloody mist. He arched his back and fell forward, just making it to the top step.

"Shit! the whole place must have heard those shots!" I snarled. "Where the hell is Chuck? He's supposed to be watching these stairs.

Another noise. This time from the restroom at the foot of the stairs...

Dave turned and started for the door.

Slamming the door hard against the wall and making a loud bang, he charged inside just as the occupant was heading for it.

*Blam*

One point blank round to the heart stopped any threat from that one. His startled expression never changed as he fell dead on the floor.

The loud shot of the 357 left no other choice. The fight was on.

Loud voices upstairs got my attention. Dave handed me the Uzi and we ran up the steps.

Starting down the hall, toward the voices, I heard footsteps coming my way. As soon as he rounded the corner I recognized him as Larry, one of the guys I worked with before the war between Vito and Tony. This guy was a real hard working guy, good to work with but intensely loyal to Vito.

"Kyle!" he said as he spotted me.

"Sorry Larry." I said, raising the Uzi. I sprayed him with a quick burst before he could take aim at me.

He fell back against the wall and slid to the floor leaving a bloody smear on the wall.

"Shame to ruin such a nice jacket." I said, feeling bad inside for having killed him. I wish I had a choice.

Another door opened. I stepped toward the sound. I could hear someone running up the steps at the other end of the hall. A half dressed guy in camo, clutching his gun and trying to fasten his pants emerged from the room.

"Hey!" I yelled at him.

He looked at me and started to raise his gun. I sprayed him with a burst from the Uzi and he crumpled to the floor.

I turned my attention to the stairs as Alex popped around the corner aiming his gun at me as I readied to fire if it wasn't him.

A quick search of the other rooms brought no results, although there were clothes and belongings in them as well. Probably out hunting our guys and trying to kill Tony... and me.

We finished the room check on the second and third floor and hurried down to try to find Chuck.

The last room downstairs. The noise outside had subsided. Hopefully the fireworks in here were over as well.  I opened the door. Inside I saw a guy slumped over on the couch. He had a knife in his gut and a gun in his hand.

It was Andy, another of Vito's men that I had worked with. He was still alive, but just barely.  I took the gun from his hand - just in case.

"Over here!" Dave called.

"On God! Chuck!" Alex howled as he ran past me into the room.

On the floor Chuck was sprawled out, bleeding from his gut, still holding the knife he had killed the guy in the hall with.  Alex unzipped his jumpsuit and slid the blood soaked tee shirt to reveal three closely grouped bullet holes. He was semi conscious too and Alex tried to get him to talk. Chuck fought to get the strength to talk to his long time lover as Alex choked back the fountain of tears that blurred his vision and dripped on Chuck's face. Chuck was fully erect inside his jumpsuit and Alex reached inside the jumpsuit and started to gently jack his lover one last time.

I went back to Andy, still moaning on the couch.

"Andy, talk to me." I said.

"Kyle. Hell of a way to treat a friend... " He laughed weakly but the knife hurt too much with the effort so the bloody teeth smile replaced the weak greeting.

"I'm going to die, Kyle."

"I know, Andy." I said. "What can you tell me?"

"They killed Roger. They messed him up pretty bad. Really hurt him." He paused for breath.

"Can you get that out of me?" he said, looking at the knife.

"If I pull it out, you'll die within seconds." I told him.

"Wait then." he said. "You need to know this. They started pushing a knife in his gut, really slow. It had to hurt like hell as that thing worked it's way in. He broke out in a sweat trying to resist until it was in to the hilt. He got a boner and they kicked him in the nuts just because they could."

"Next they started twisting the knife around. God! You should have heard him screaming... That's when he broke. He gave them an address out in the country. Said Tony was there. They asked about you and he said he had no idea where to find you. That's when he started shoving the knife through his chest and into his heart. God it was awful. They hurt him so bad. He knows how to torture the truth out of somebody."

"Who does?" I asked. "Who killed him?"

"George, George Paulo. He's a damned sadistic demon. There was no reason for him to torture Roger like that, he already got what he wanted."

"Thanks Andy. What happened in here?"

"All I know is that guy broke in here. I tried to get my knife but he kicked me in the nuts real hard. Next thing I know he got my knife and drove it in my gut then shoved me backward till I fell here. Mike came down from upstairs and walked in as he was getting ready to finish me off. I guess he plugged him three times before his gun jammed. I think he was going to warn the others but I guess he didn't make it."

"No. He didn't."

"Kyle, please, I'm going to die anyways. Please. Make it quick. I'd rather it be you. I've always liked you... Better you than some guy I don't know."

"Hold still. I can't keep it from hurting but I can make it quick." I said.

"Good bye, Kyle." he said. "Thank you."

"Good bye Andy." I said.

I carefully grabbed the knife handle, took a breath, placed my left hand on his shoulder, Yanked the blade from his gut, unleashing a thick flow of blood. Taking careful aim, I quickly punched it in through his chest, splitting his heart. He gasped as the blade ripped him open but almost immediately went limp. Pulling the knife free, there was very little blood coming from the chest wound. He was gone.

Going back to Chuck, I saw Alex kneeling on the floor beside him quietly sobbing. He looked up at me.

"He's gone." he said in a low voice, "Gone."

"I'm sorry Alex." I said. "We need to go. I'll have some guys come and get his body for you.

Alex bent down and kissed Chuck;s unfeeling lips one last time and silently stood up, removed his sweatshirt and laid it over Chuck's face. He then moved Chuck's penis back inside his jumpsuit and zipped it up past his crotch to spare him the indignity of having strangers see him that way. Finally he carefully wiped up the last couple of cum beads on his abdomen, looked at them on his hand for a minute before licking them up. The last time he would ever taste the love fluid from his long time lover, partner and friend.

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The day which we fear as our last is but the birthday of eternity.  ~Seneca

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On the Field of Battle - Part 5

On the Field of Battle - Part 5

A variety of short tales from the myriad battlefields past, present, future, factual or fanciful. Mankind doing what it seems to do so often, and oh, so very well.

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Fallen Warriors

No word had come from the squad that had left that morning and it fell to us to go out and try to track them down and to find out what had happened.  We knew where they were expected to go so, following their anticipated route we began to find signs of their passing.It didn't take long.
Crossing the dunes we followed the tracks as best we could but we soon spied something ahead.  It was a body. Unfortunately one of ours. He had apparently dropped back from the rest, whether to relieve himself, or to watch the rear as they advanced, we could not tell.
He had been grabbed from behind, thrown to the ground and apparently run through with his own sword.

Leaving him to the buzzards we followed the tracks toward the shore, Getting to the rocky ground we lost good tracks but spreading out we started to find other bodies here and there, scattered like the battle was one of pursuit and attack as opportunity presented itself.I found the body one of the enemy soldiers laying in a gap between two big boulders and his head laying on the other side at the end of a long bloody smear, eyes and mouth wide open as if startled at my approach.
Just beyond him I found another body - one of ours.

Still clutching his bloodied sword, he had one arrow in the thigh, one in the lower abdomen and one through the stomach. The killer thrust had to be the one wide gash in his left chest. Probably the "finish him off"  stab that I have used many times myself.  Strong, handsome, very manly, very dead.  He was an experienced and skilled warrior. I had fought beside him many times myself.
I looked to my left and spotted a solitary figure lying face down in the lapping water with the unmistakable flag of a fletched shaft standing proudly out from between his shoulders, marking the spot that now flowed with bright red blood which ran down and stained the otherwise clear blue water with the vital fluid escaping from his pierced body.

 "Over here!" Argo, one of my party shouted.  Hurrying toward him I passed two other corpses lying grotesquely sprawled over the rocks.  I stepped up close to Argo. "This one's alive." he said, pointing to the figure lying in the wet sand at the edge of the sea.
"Please... Please help me." he pleaded. 
Laying on the sand was a handsome young man dressed in a very skimpy cloth garment, his manhood sharply outlined in the muddy, wet cloth. His handsome face, now stained with mud and blood looked up at me with a pleading, helpless look. He was holding his sword, pointed toward me in a defensive posture. Blood stained the sand under and around him as he weakly waved the sharp blade in my direction as I approached. 

"Who are you?" I asked him.
"My name is Marcus." He answered. "Warrior slave of my lord Rastus."
"Did you kill those men back there?" I asked, waving my hand at the body-strewn rocks.
"I fought them as they fought against me." he answered.
"Who did that to you?" I asked, pointing to the sword in his gut.
"That one," he said, pointing toward another of our dead warriors lying nearby. A neat single slit in his chest had gushed volumes of blood and ended his battle quickly. 
"Quick and merciful death. He must have struck at almost the moment you killed him."
"Perhaps if he had struck higher or deeper..." He answered but stopped and looked up into my eyes. He knew what was coming.
"Then I will finish what he started." I answered.Stepping in close, Raising my heavy boot, I gave one powerful kick to the handle of the sword already stabbed into his gut.  The handle slammed into his abs as a thick spurt of thick, dark blood exploded from his back with the blade as it tore through flesh and bone. His handsome face contorted with pain as he dropped his sword into the sand and grabbed for the handle of the sword that now had ripped through his tortured body.
He shuddered and groaned as the thick, dark blood spewed from the broad gasher in both his abdomen and his back. Writhing with agony he rolled back and forth in the sand. His thick cock stiffened and stood out almost as straight as the sword handle.  reaching down with one hand he grasped his thick, stiff cock and squeezed it, shuddering with pain. Suddenly his body wrenched with powerful convulsions as the white semen pumped out the end of his swollen cock and ran down the quivering, pumping shaft into the blood and mud. 
His grip relaxed and he lay weakly panting in the mud as his strength faded. In a few moments he was dead. I couldn't resist the temptation. I knelt down and grabbed his still stiff cock as I grabbed my own and savored the moment of the young warrior's death.  Looking around I saw the other members of the team finishing their own pleasure, spurting across the bodies of those nearby who had preceded them into the warrior's paradise that they too would someday enter. The moment for our brief taste of that paradise over, we gathered our belongings, looted the corpses of anything valuable and prepared to report back about the lost squad.
The other members of the squad were missing and presumed to be captured, taken back to wherever the enemy camp was and probably would be tortured or turned into slaves and sex toys for their pleasures.

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  Walt came to consciousness. Sight, light and pain assailed his senses as he felt the cold blade moving around inside him as he started moving. The battle had lasted only long enough for him to turn around and feel the shaft penetrate skin, muscle and intestines, and a sharp uppercut to the jaw sent him sprawling backward and smashing his skull against a stone as he fell.

Now he found he had been stripped of his boots, shirt and belt. His bloody shirt lay in the water with a pink stain flowing slowly downstream from it. One of the lumps under him turned out to be his knife, but all other belongings, watch, ring, wallet, were gone.  Struggling to pull himself from the cold water, the wounded young man slowly worked his way to where he could sit or lean against a rock and hope for help to happen by before it was too late. The blade ripped and tore at his insides each time he pulled himself along and by the time help arrived, his torn body was already as cold as the water he had fallen into.

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Death Game Trying my best to remain out of sight, I hid in the thin cover of the dead brush.  Alone and naked, armed only with a knife, I was the target of a kill or be killed game that I had chosen to join for the same prize that the others in it had joined to gain and call their own. The prize was a million dollars cash. The rules of the game? No one leaves the desert except the last one left alive. The big man that was currently tracking me had killed five other players that I witnessed. I had killed three myself but this guy was good.  My only hope was to hide until he was almost on me and strike before he can react.

He moved like a cat. Stealthily moving, searching for tracks and moving ahead. 

There! he spotted my tracks and he was coming. No second chance now. Kill or die.

Springing up from behind the bush, I gave my best impression of a war whoop, scattering a big handful of sand into the air to distract him. He stopped, looked in my direction and raised his knife. I thew my knife and hoped for the best. 

I heard the deep thud as the blade slammed into his breastbone.

"Unhhh!" he grunted. His throw was interrupted and the blade flipped harmlessly backwards. He grabbed for his chest, arched his back and tumbled over backwards like a big oak tree felled by a lumberjack.

He landed hard, flat on his back and did not move after his arms fell to his sides. I ran up to him and stared at the bronzed, muscled body as the realization that it could have been me lying there with my heart split with a long thick blade instead swirled through my mind.  His beautiful body beckoned and I knelt down, feeling his massive abs, powerful arms and thick hair. His semi hard manhood stood up from his body from a nice bush of curly red hair. I had to touch that beautiful shaft before I headed back to collect my prize...

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Surf Duel Fighting in the surf seemed like a great idea. David was a good fighter, fast, agile and strong, plus he loves the thrill of the kill. "Nothing hotter than to feel the resistance of the blade just before it penetrates a guy's skin and slips in through his body, stopping as the hilt presses against his flesh."

The challenger was tall, muscular and very handsome. This was going to be really hot... "Can't wait to see the look in his eyes as he feels the death thrust."

Stripped down to his boxers David waved his knife at the handsome intruder. His deep blue eyes flashed with fierce anger as David sliced for is chest, just barely nicking his left pec and drawing a small red stain that flashed red and washed away, and re stained his chest as the fight drew on in the splashing waters.

Turned on by the sight of the small wound, David could feel his manhood swelling in his soaking wet boxers. His opponent couldn't help but see his swollen manhood bouncing in his face as he slipped in the wet sand and almost landed where the next swing of the blade would have ended his life. David now got to see his opponent's swelling cock tenting the briefs, taunting him by it's sheer size.  This guy was huge!

Now it was getting serious. (Not that it wasn't already...) David's pulse raised as he parried a thrust meant for his chest and countered with a slash that took a slice out of the handsome brute's forearm.

Yelping with pain, the fighter stepped back just far enough to quickly look at the fresh gash in his arm.  He wiped it on the only thing he had, his briefs, right across the front and that huge pointed tent.  David nearly squealed with delight at the sight.  That huge boner, outlined by the rich red of fresh blood on this beautiful specimen of manhood.  He was already taken by it but now that bouncing beauty was irresistible.

Each move of this massive shaft now beckoned. David wanted it so badly.  He imagined himself playing with it as his opponent died in his arms in the surf. He wanted him to last long enough that he could suck him dry of any cum he could produce, to feel that massive shaft choking his throat with it's huge size, to taste the... "Unghhhh!"

His imagination was brought to an abrupt and painful end as he felt the blade tear in through his abdomen just to the left of his appendix scar. The enraged fighter ripped the blade from his gut and rammed it in again, this time farther to the left. As the hilt pushed him backwards, the fighter grabbed him and held him up close as he slammed it in for a third time in David's lower left side. David took one last swing at the wonderfully proportioned body holding him and stabbed the blade weakly into the fighter's side. The fighter responded by driving the blade in deeper and twisting it. David shuddered and stiffened with pain.  Falling backwards, he slid off from the thick blade and landed in the shallow water.  Looking at the billowing surf stained with his own blood he looked up at his opponent.  Those deep blue eyes were still filled with rage but that made them all the more alluring.  Raising his knife high over his head, the fighter threw it downward with one last burst of rage.

  The blade slammed deep into David's gut and stood there like a flag planted in conquered territory. His mouth opened but nothing but blood came out. He stared with disbelief at his ruined body.  Life was rapidly fading and he could feel his manhood reaching a never before felt level of pain and ecstasy as his shaft started pumping, flooding his boxers with a huge volume of hot cum that poured out into the cool salt water and washed away.

His opponent watched the spectacle at his feet.  The wound in his side was not serious and the warm blood running down his side felt strangely erotic as he watched David dying in the pink water.

Slipping his briefs down, he grasped the thick shaft and started stroking himself as the bloody figure at his feet started weakening.

David watched as the world began to fade. He closed his eyes with the pain but reopened them as he felt warm, thick fluid hit his face while his victor arched his back in sexual ecstasy.  The last thing he saw was  his killer raise his foot, place it on the handle of the knife in his gut, step down, driving it in through his tortured body.  The hilt resisted for a time but with increased force it ripped through the wound and his killer's foot pressed flat against his stomach, the knife now completely inside. Lastly he felt the warm and merciful feel of the blade as he was pushed down into the sand, the blade ripping out through his back, the waters washing over him thus ending his short but wonderful life as a warrior.

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