The front door to the old country home crashed open, startling Taylor awake. The wind howled and lightning flashed through the windows illuminating his bedroom.

He placed his bare feet to the cold wooden floors, rubbing his eyes awake. He gently removed the sheets from his lap, the warm summer air touched his bare skin. He stood naked as thunder clapped, shaking the old home and lightning illuminated the room again. He reached over to his end table and flicked on a lamp. The lamp light warmed the room in an orange glow, he looked down at his toned body, his limp large dick hanging between his legs, and his bare feet on the wooden floors.

Another crash echoed through the home. With no time to get dressed, he turned on his heels and exited his bedroom still bare naked, grabbing a baseball bat on the way out. Taylor crouched and tiptoed down the hallway, the old wooden floor creaking queitly beneath every step. Each lightning bolt illuminated his body in blue light, his hands tense around the hilt of the bat, each fiber of muscle visible in arms and crouched legs. Claps of thunder reverberated soon after.

He approached the top of the stairs and peeked down the steps towards his entry door. The door was wide open, the wind howled into his foyer, blowing his curtains around violently, each bolt of lightning and clap of thunder seemed more violent than the previous one.

Taylor tiptoed down the stairs, his torso tight and ready for combat, the bat held high and ready to swing. His large cock dangled between his legs as he walked into the foyer.

The wind howled through his home, dishevling his already dishevled brown hair. He looked from the foyer into the study and into the living room. He relaxed some, loosening his shoulders, standing straight, and lowering the bat to his. He closed the front door, it slammed shut and he locked the deadbolt. More silence in the house now as the lightning continued to flash and the thunder rumbled.

He flicked on a lamp in the foyer, the room now illuminated his body in an orange glow. He sighed, relieved figuring the storm had blown open the door. He leaned the baseball bat on the entry table and walked towards the kitchen. His tall form was framed in the foyer, the warm glow illuminating his v-shaped back, dimples above his large naked butt, his thick hairy thighs and calves stepped into the kitchen.

Taylor noticed a quick motion in the dark kitchen, much too late to react. A stabbing pain engulfed his abdomen as another man appeared before him. Taylor pushed away and stepped back in shock, he looked down the center crease of his six-pack to see a large kitchen knife impaled inches inside of him just above his belly button. He stumbled backwards, feeling the cold steel inside of him. His butt collided with the entry table, he grabbed it with his hands bracing himself, looking at his impaled stomach in disbelief.

   

The man followed Taylor, he grabbed the hilt of the knife and pulled it out. Taylor felt as the steel sucked out his gut, his skin and abdominal muscles gripped the blade forcing the man to tug harder. He watched as the bloody tip escaped him, only for it to be forced back into his stomach violently again.

Taylor yelled in agony as he swung a punch at the invader. His right hand knocked the man in the cheek, sending him backwards and teetering off balance. "Aggh fuck!!" Taylor yelled as he pushed away from the table, standing in the warm orange light of the foyer, he looked down at his stomach in disbelief. The kitchen knife was inches inside of him, he could feel a deep burning sensation in his gut, and could taste iron in his mouth. He teetered a bit as he continued to look at his torso in disbelief, he watched in surprise as his large cock rose gently.

The invader stepped forward again, grabbing the hilt of the blade with his left hand. "you motherfucker!" Taylor yelled, as he backed away. The blade slid out of him, caked in his blood. He felt as it suctioned out of his belly, clamoring backwards, he put his hands to his wound as blood spilled between his fingers. He felt his cock pulsating and erect at 7 inches.

Confused, Taylor dropped his hands to his side and looked down at his torso. Blood pooled out of the slit in his gut, pooling into his navel, through his pubes, and around his erect cock. The invader approached him again, the knife in his left hand and with his right hand he grabbed Taylor's cock. He began to stroke it gently, using the blood that pooled around it as a lubricant. He placed the tip of the blade in Taylor's belly button. "Ugh fuck, no please, no!", Taylor groaned as he felt the tip of the knife gently penetrate his navel. He fruitlessly tried to keep the man from penetrating him further, but he dropped his hands and felt an odd pleasure as the man continued to stroke him as the knife gently eased into him. He felt the bloody steel as it sank inch by inch into his belly button "Uhh, ughhh", he moaned as the man stroked his cock.

The invader pressed the blade in violently, to the hilt, Taylor felt as it pierced through his dense back muscles and the skin on his back, penetrating all the way through him. His cock exploded up his abdomen, his hot white cum squirting in impressive amounts, over and over. "Ughh, ahh fuck, yes, ugh. JESUS!" Taylor screamed as his seed escaped him and he felt the entire blade being pulled out of him again. He felt as the steel sucked through his gut, pulling at his muscles and organs as they clenched around the invading object, his seed continued to spill up and over his stomach, mixing with the blood. As the knife escaped him, Taylor collapsed to his knees in exhaustion.

"fuuuuck" he moaned as he looked down at his bloodied torso, the two entry wounds from the knife, one above is navel and one through it, bled profusely, pooling around his still enlarged cock as it leaked white cum to the floor beneath him.

He looked up at the invader, he tasted iron and felt as blood dripped from his mouth, his vision faded and he collapsed to the floor.

Two Navels with one sword.

This is all the protection a warrior should wear.

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Young Soldiers trained to accept death..  It is time.. bayonets in the abdominal meat..   GUT UP !!!!!

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They took it well

Standing, willing to take a gut knife challenge. Anyone know anything about it?       Gut up

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Hey all,

Although we all have different tastes on this forum, we have at least one thing in common.  We enjoy reading stories, seeing images, and watching videos of gladiator/warrior/soldier combat, usually to the death.

I wanted to start an informal poll.

How many of us are male?  (I would assume nearly all.)

How many are gay, straight or bi?

If you had to pick one thing to get you hard (or wet, if a woman) is it a story that you can put your own mental images to, a still or a video?

Is there one kind of moment in a story, picture or video that causes you to lose control and truly enjoy yourself?

Finally, have you engaged in this sort of self pleasure with a friend or partner?

Thanks!  Eager to hear from folks!

I'll answer the questions for myself ...

1. I am male, bi, videos, though I'll enjoy a good still, and stories, especially those by Gutted Gladiator, will get me off big time as well.

2. I generally shoot at the moment of impact, when a sword enters a belly, and the loser realizes he is defeated, and will soon be slain.

3. I have sometimes enjoyed this passion with buddies on the phone, and once by Skype (he was an individual who loved to wrestle wearing a speedo and would always end up getting off in his speedo during our sessions).

Bullseye!  I love knife and sword throws.

        Michael had lived his whole childhood not knowing about who is real family was.  He had been abandoned at a homeless shelter when he was a newborn, completely unwanted by his birth mother.  

        He spent most of his childhood bouncing from one foster home to another.  The only thing he knew about his family was that his parent were addicts and had been murdered not long after inheriting their grandparents ranch in Montana.  

        When he finally turned 18 and he was out on his own.  He decided to try to find his roots. After some searching, he found that his parents and four siblings had been murdered in the family home in Wyoming.  His uncle had moved into the home a few years later.  Both of his sons were also killed in the home.

         Michael decided to travel out west to the family home.  The journey was long and dull, but he was glad to see the wild American west.  He hitchhiked into the small rural town and went to the town hall to find out more about his family's residence.  He learned that his uncle had just died a few months prior and the house was empty.

         It appears that Michael was the only remaining heir to the estate.  But the mayor warned Michael that the place was cursed.  He told him that Michael's great-great grandfather was infamous for leading a posse to massacre the Indians who used to live on the land.  He told him that the land was an ancient tribal sacred site where the spirits of the Indian warriors still wandered in search for revenge.

 

African warrior

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