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Let’s see how much they can take...   M U S C L E.  !!!!!!!

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Taylor wrestled with the bonds tying his hands behind his back.

The afternoon sun rose high in the sky, it's intense heat beamed through the canopy onto his bare shoulders. Sweat dripped from his brows, coalesced in little beads on his chest, and dripped down his bare stomach.

He had made a fatal mistake, inviting Alec and Jonathan to partake in their fun, two men he had met online and thought he could trust.

Arriving in the canyon to meet with them, Taylor immediately felt uncertain. Alec, the blonde, approached Taylor menacingly -- at first, he assumed it was part of the play. Alec dug his fingers deep into Taylor's belly button, he traced his fingers up and down the scar in the center crevice of Taylor's abdomen.

He felt Alec's hot breath on his neck, breathing in excitement as he aggressively massaged Taylor's torso, feeling each muscle and crevice, trailing his fingers down Taylor's deep v-obliques, shoving his hands in Taylor's pants and squeezing his cock and balls.

Alec pushed Taylor back gently and in a flash, he felt a searing pain on the back of his head as Jonathan whacked him with a hard branch. The world spun around Taylor before his vision went black and he collapsed in the orange dirt.

Hours must have passed as his shoulders seared red in the hot sun. Alec and Jonathan were nowhere to be seen. Taylor's head ached immensely as he aggresively rubbed his bonds on a nearby rock, attempting to break free.

In the distance he heard his name, "Taylor?!"

It was Neil.

Frantically now, he rubbed the rope bonds against the coarse rock. The threads slowly sliced away. His torso flexed, contorting and revealing each defined muscle, glistening sweat in the hot sun as he rubbed away the bonds.

It took several long minutes but finally, his wrists ripped apart the weakend rope.

Taylor clamored to his feet, sprinting in the direction of Neil's voice. His long legs flexed with each stride, his short hiking shorts clung low to his skinny waist, his large cock bounced freely with his movement through the forest.

He approached the clearing near the clear, blue pool. The cascading waterfall muted his movement through the underbrush of the forest.

He watched in horror, intrigue, and pleasure as Jonathan, the brown head man, sucked off Neil -- while Alec, the blonde, kissed Neil erotically. Blood pooled below the three men. The two men's finger explored Neil violently, pushing in and out of two wounds in his stomach, as blood was smeared and streamed down Neil's toned abs. Neil groaned in pleasure and agony, helpless as he was tied tightly at tree.

Taylor knew he couldn't take on the two men alone, now was the time to strike while they were distracted -- but before he could act, Alec, stepped away and pulled Jonathan away with him.

The two men admired their work, Neil hung his head in exhaustion, his hard cock stuck out straight before him while dripping in gore and precum.

Alec approached Neil again, with a much longer blade. Taylor watched in horror as he placed the sharp tip in the wound above Neil's navel.

Alec pressed the blade in aggressively, piercing Neil through. The blade slid in effortlessly before meeting some resistance. Alec's forearms flexed as he applied more pressure, the blade slipped further into Neil, slicing through him entirely. Taylor watched Neil groan in agony and pleasure, he saw as his seed erupted from his hard cock, splattering over Alec's ripped abdomen.

He watched on in horror as the two men hammered the blade further into Neil, piercing him to the tree. The two men admired their work again, unbuttoning their pants, and spilling their own seed all over Neil's naked ravaged body.

Alec kissed Neil, fingering the deep wound in his navel one last time, before pulling away and looking to Jonathan. "Let's get back to the other one", he said.

Taylor watched as the two shirtless men sauntered back off into the woods, back to where they had left Taylor.

Taylor approached Neil quickly, he knew it wouldn't be long before they discovered his absence and headed back this way.

Neil's head hung low, his body sagged gently on the sharp blade, his legs still trying to support himself to prevent the weight of his body from having the blade slice him further.

Taylor admired his ravaged, naked body. His muscles defined as ever, his large pecs and broad shoulders sagged gently. His torso moved with each shallow breath, his ripped abdomen pierced right in the middle, down the center crease of the muscles, right above his bleeding navel. The blade plunged entirely through him, even some of the hilt had entered into the wound. Blood streamed down his lower belly and dripped slowly from the tip of his long cock, pooling gently in the dirt beneath him.

"Neil..." Taylor whispered, as the injured man looked up cautiously.

Taylor ran his fingers down Neil's side, feeling each muscle along his rib cage, he slid his fingers into the mess around the hilt sticking from the middle of Neil's torso, gently following the streaming blood he lightly fingered Neil's navel. Neil winced, and smiled -- his cock still hard between them.

"I take it... this wasn't... the plan..." Neil stammered.

"No." Taylor said, as he kissed the man.

He backed away from Neil, and walked around the tree. He quickly undid the bonds.

"We don't have much time."

Taylor came to the front of Neil again, he rested his palm around the hilt of the blade.

"Put your arm around my neck, I will need to remove this."

Neil did as told, resting his left arm around Taylor's neck, supporting himself. Taylor placed his left hand on the tree above Neil's shoulder, and with his right he gently grasped the hilt.

He pulled, the blade didn't budge.

He pulled harder, pushing with his hand on the tree. With a suddenness the blade dislodged from the tree, and slid quickly from the flesh of Neil's belly. 3 inches of the blade slid out with the violent thrust. Neil folded over and groaned in agony, his head rested on Taylor's shoulder as he watched the 12 inch blade slowly exit the gory wound. Inch by inch it slid out, before finally he watched as the pointed end escaped him, dripping his blood.

Neil's full weight collapsed on Taylor, he struggled to hold the muscled man. Gently, he lowered him to the ground, propping him up against the tree. He watched with each shallow breath as the blood pulsed from the wounds in Neil's belly. He would need to get him help very soon, and even then he wasn't sure if Neil would make it.

Lost in the moment at the erotic nature of pulling the blade from Neil's ravaged body, Taylor's cock stiffened in his shorts.

He needed to help Neil, but he had more pressing concerns, as Alec and Jonathan would likely be back at any moment.

With that thought, Taylor heard the crashing of brush and broken branches, swiveling on his feet he turned and raised the bloody blade. His body taught, each muscle flexed on his abdomen, his reddened broad shoulders gleamed in the sun. He held the gorey blade before him and waited in anticipation as Alec came charging out of the woods.

Taylor stepped to the left a moment too slowly, as Alec's right hand, armed with the tiny triangular blade, crashed into Taylor's abdomen. Taylor grimaced & spun away quickly, spinning the blade in his hand at the same time, he felt as the weapon sliced across Alec's belly from his left oblique and up across his navel.

The two men faltered and staggered back from each other, looking down at their wounds. Taylor watched a deep cut just above his right obliques bleed profusely. At least 3 inches across, he fingered it gently, peeling it open he noted it wasn't too deep and had not penetrated beyond his muscled abdomen.

He readied his stance again, and looked across at his opponent.

Alec looked at his ravaged belly, his mouth agape. A deep wound, 8-10 inches in length, starting from his left oblique, cutting diagonally up across his ripped abdomen, slicing his belly button in half before coming to an end. Blood began to flood out from the wound, soaking his pants and streaming down his legs.

Taylor took this moment of distraction and charged Alec, aiming the blade squarely in the center of his torso. Alec looked up a moment too late, as the blade sunk violently into his belly button. Taylor pushed it with violent force, vengeance for what they did to Neil. Alec doubled over, Taylor supported him with his left hand, grabbing his shoulder, he looked over and down Alec's toned back, he shoved the blade again and watched as the sharp tip pierced out of Alec's lower back.

Alec groaned in agony and pleasure, Taylor felt his cock hard against him as he held him closely. He gripped the hilt of the blade tight again and yanked it upwards, like slicing through watermelon the blade cut through Alec's toned abdomen, up the center crease of his muscles, creating a long deep wound from his belly button to just below his sternum.

Taylor then gently pushed Alec away with his left hand, while pulling the blade from him with his right. While Alec stumbled backwards, the blade eased out of his belly slowly, with a slight slurp the tip of the blade escaped him.

Alec looked at the crimson red gore dripping from the blade, he saw the rage in Taylor's eyes as the man stepped back and admired his work. Alec wobbled in place before collapsing to his knees. He looked down at his ravaged torso, the deep scar diagonal across his belly bled lightly, the even deeper wound from his navel and straight up to the bottom of his sternum pulsed a constant flow of crimson red. He felt the warm blood dribble from the wound in his back, soaking his pants and the ground beneath him. He noted the wetness in his pants, his cock had exploded in excitement.

Taylor watched as Alec, on his knees, explored his wounds with his hands, tracing the scars, meandering his fingers through the gore, his mouth agape, his pants wet with fresh jizz, before slowly collapsing backwards and resting in the dirt. His shallow breaths began to fade as the blood streamed over his torso and pooled in the dirt around him.

Taylor stood in the harsh afternoon sun, his chest heaving up and down from excitement and exhaustion, sweat streamed down his ripped body, pooling into his navel and soaking his shorts. Splatters of blood covered his face and torso as the small slit on his lower belly bled gently. He held the long blade in front of him, it dripped in gore as he watched Alec take his last breaths.

Neil moaned loudly. Taylor went to turn his attention towards him, but felt a sharp pain in his back before he could do so. Taylor arched his back in agony, his ripped abdomen tight, each muscle illuminated by the afternoon sun. He stumbled forward a step as he felt another shove from behind, as he looked down at his torso he saw the tip of a slender katana piercing through his belly, slicing through the tender spot above his navel.

Taylor gasped in shock and pleasure, slowly he teetered around, feeling the weight of the sword inside him. He faced Jonathan, now unarmed. The man smiled a sinister grin.

"pierced straight through. Quite a sight to behold".

Taylor staggered in place, he looked down again at his torso, his broad chest heaving with each excited breath, he traced his finger down the lines defining his abdomen, he admired the metallic shiny blade with streak of red gore sticking out of him. He gently caressed around the blade, feeling the cold steel as his warm blood began to stream around it, down his belly, pooling into his navel and soaking into his pubes and shorts. His dick hardened at the sight of it all, peeking from the top of his loose shorts.

Taylor fumbled with the smaller blade in his hand, walking towards Jonathan, swinging and stabbing at him in a haphazard manner. Jonathan laughed menacingly before kicking Taylor in chest. Taylor sliced Jonathans calf, sending him screaming in pain to the ground, but at the same time he stumbled backwards from the kick, loosing his balance his back crashed into a tree behind him pushing the hilt of the katana violently into his back. Screaming in agony and surprise, he saw as the blade exploded out of his belly, 12 inches sticking out before him, blood flowing freely from the wound and cascading to the ground beneath him.

Taylor stumbled back to his feet, and staggered around precariously as he watched Jonathan clamor back up to his.

In a fit of excitement and rage, Taylor charged Jonathan head on. He flexed his abdomen, fighting through the searing pain, as he grabbed Jonathan and hugged him tight.

Jonathan, slightly taller than Taylor, was taken by surprise as he hobbled up from the ground and met Taylor's eyes just before he barreled into him, chest to chest, stomach to stomach. The sharp point of the katana sliced easily into Jonathans belly button, held tight by Taylor's flexed abdomen.

Taylor hugged Jonathan tight, pulling him close until their chests and belly's touched and the katana sank inches into Jonathan's flesh.

The two men felt each other's athletic bodies, they felt each other's pulse as the shared blade pierced their insides. Their warm blood pooled together where their belly's met. Their hard cocks touched, precum spilled from the tip of Taylor's cock.

Taylor reached around Jonathan, hugging him tight. The two men groaned. Unsuspectingly, Taylor grasped his smaller blade with both hands and rammed the point into the middle of Jonathans lower back. The blade sliced through his thick muscles like a hardened fruit. Jonathan yelled in agony. Taylor pulled harder and the blade slid through Jonathan violently, he felt as the point pierced through Jonthans lower belly, just above his groin. Taylor pulled so hard that the point pierced through his own navel.

The two men, interlocked, swayed in the clearing. Heavy, slow breaths as their heaving torsos staggered around. Taylor looked up at Jonathan and began to push away slowly, he looked down between them and watched as the smaller blade gently sucked out of his navel, the point slurped out and dripped crimson red to the ground. He stepped further back, pushing away from Jonathan and watched as the katana slowly slid out of Jonathan's belly button. Inch by inch, covered in gore, it then slurped out of Jonathan.

The two men staggered backwards from each other, each with a blade pierced through them. Jonathan fondled the tip of the blade sticking from his lower belly, with his other hand he reach around behind him and grabbed the hilt of the blade tight. Slowly he pulled it from his back, screaming in agony ash he did so. The point disappeared slowly back into his lower belly. Jonathan pulled with more force before finally the blade slipped out of his back and he dropped it to the ground.

Taylor watched on, mesmerized by seeing the tip of the blade seemingly sink back into Jonathan's taught lower belly. The two wounds oozed blood, soaking Jonathans pants and the ground beneath him.

"help me remove this" Taylor said to Jonathan, referring to the katana inside him that was too long for him to remove himself.

Jonathan nodded in a kind of truce, staggering over to Taylor he gripped the katana's hilt from Taylor's back and began to gently pull.

Taylor leaned forward, stepping carefully in sync with Jonathan as he pulled. He looked down at his defined abdomen and watched as the blade shrank back inside of his torso, inch by inch, he felt it slurp through this flesh, his guts, until finally the tip of the blade completely disappeared inside him. The wound gushed blood and Taylor's cock exploded in excitement as he felt the blade sink slowly through him, his cum spewed in hot spurts all over his lower belly. One last yank and the katana slid out from Taylor's back, dripping in blood, Jonathan dropped it to the ground.

Exasperated, Taylor doubled over and dropped to his knees, gently fingering his own belly wounds. He crawled gently to Neil's side. The two men held hands and watched as Jonathan picked up the smaller blade again. They groaned in fear and helplessness as Jonathan stood up straight and raised the blade. Jonathan unbuttoned his pants and fondled his erect cock. Neil and Taylor watched in a fear of what was to come next before Jonathan brought the blade to his own belly, he placed the tip on the virgin skin above his navel wound and pressed. The blade sunk in inches as Jonathan pleasured himself, he pulled the blade out, it slurped out dripping in blood, before plunging it back in again and again, gut fucking himself until his cock exploded in squirts of hot cum, Jonathan collapsed to the ground on his back, the smaller blade pierced through his gut, his cock leaking, his breath fading, and blood pooling around him.

Taylor and Neil held hands, feeling each others light pulse and shallow breaths, taking in the bloody scene around them -- admiring their own ravaged torsos...



Author's note: this may or may not be the final day for Taylor and Neil. Not sure if it's reasonable they survive this and I am looking to move onto new characters and settings. We'll see!

Very short clip but gets to the Point.

So this channel Peplum TV has great movies with hot fight scenes and stabbings. Like here at 1:20:00 mins.

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Hello,

A few months ago I said that I was going to create some polls. Here is second one. What is your favorite type of victim in this fantasy? I was reading some stories posted on the boards and noticed that different stories have had their victims embrace their deaths is varying manners and I was curious if there was a particular preference in the community.

After giving it a little bit of thought, I believe the best way to describe victims is a combination of their perspective toward battle and their acceptance of death.
For perspective towards battle I believed it could be broken down into three groups: Eager, Necessary, Innocent. For acceptance of death I also broke it down into three groups: Bold, Stoic, Timid.

Attitude towards battle: Someone eager to do battle I see as someone coming from like a warrior tribe or culture where combat is celebrated such as Vikings. This type of individual craves battle, seeking it out. Someone who believes battle is necessary I see as someone who is a soldier for example. This type of individual doesn't seek out battle, but understand its purpose and believes there are cases where a man simply has to fight for something which may be for their beliefs, country, or simply their own survival. Someone who is innocent towards battle I see as more of a victim of unfortunate circumstance or assassination. This type of individual is not a warrior, but rather killed purely for base reasons like revenge or power such as a noble lord being killed by an assassin hired by another lord or a man killing another for sleeping with his lover.

Acceptance of death: Someone bold in their death are determined to meet their final moments as fearlessly as possible. This type of individual even as his body is pierced by his enemy, looks his opponent in the eye, daring him to do his worse. Someone stoic in their death I see as being more the middle, less brazen than the bold victims. This type of individual isn't as vocal, meeting their fate with grim acceptance, they will not taunt their killer nor vocally beg for mercy. Someone timid in their death are what I see as the most dramatic types afraid of death and pain. This type of individual begs their killer for mercy, pleading for their life as soon as they realize they are going to meet their end.

Below are some basic examples I came up with for putting it all together. 

Eager/Bold - Warrior who charges into battle meets his end knowing he has died with pride as a man should
Eager/Stoic - Warrior who charges into battle meets his end shocked that he is going to die but accepts it
Eager/Timid - Warrior who charges into battle meets his end and begs for his enemy not to kill him

Necessary/Bold - Soldier fighting for his country meets his end knowing he has died with pride as a man should
Necessary/Stoic - Soldier fighting for his country meets his end shocked that he is going to die but accepts it
Necessary/Timid - Soldier fighting for his country meets his end and begs for his enemy not to kill him

Innocent/Bold - Wealthy noble is mugged and killed for his valuables determined to die with pride as a man should
Innocent/Stoic - Wealthy noble is mugged and killed for his valuables shocked that he is going to die but accepts it
Innocent/Timid - Wealthy noble is mugged and killed for his valuables and begs not to be killed

I am curious what are your favorite types. You can vote for multiple options in the poll and feel free to share your thoughts in the thread as well!

Be honest, if this one doesn't make you shoot  ....

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QfntRyr93hQ

These guys are so beefy, too bad one had to be slain.

Hi everyone,

I'm a long time follower of the Arenafighter forums (still back from the old site), and probably there are some who remember me from Deviantart. I just wanted to let you know, that I recently restarted making new image series, and plan to post them regularly on my DA page. I know it's mainly female vs male, but unlike other similar stuff, in my scenarios, the Males are the main characters.

If interested, please check it out.
https://www.deviantart.com/erogalet/gallery

And here is a sample from my most recent work
   
   
   

Thanks,
erogalet

It was a cold, dark night. The trees swayed gently in the breeze, and fog enveloped the countryside. I was late and decided to take a shortcut home through the park. I was very tired. It was getting darker. I was supposed to be home a few hours ago. The path I had walked several times now seemed strange. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a strange man appeared in front of me and pushed me onto a tree standing nearby. It was a young character. He had a hood on his head. Dressed in black with delicate, almost boyish features and medium blonde hair. I screamed. I was in shock. I wanted to start running away. Unfortunately, I didn't have a chance. The boy grabbed my neck and began to choke me. I grabbed his hands trying to break free from my grip. Slowly I was running out of air, I couldn't say a word. I felt my face turn red. At one point I felt the other figure grab my wrists, take my hands and tie them at the back of the tree. At the same time, I was released from my grip and was able to catch my breath. "We've got you," I heard a whisper from the left. Who could it be? I'm not in the habit of making enemies to myself.

The voice belonged to the person who deprived me of any chance of defense before a second. She stood in front of me. The boy looked very much like his friend, he was maybe a bit older, shorter, had shorter hair, did not wear a hoodie and was a brunette. They both chuckled. "We will have fun," said the younger one. "Who are you?" I asked. However, I did not get any answer. They probably want to beat me or rob me, I thought. "Guys, let's get along somehow, I won't tell anyone anything, I have money in the inside pocket of my jacket." The older one, right after he finished unbuttoning my jacket, lifted my shirt a little, revealing my stomach. "Maybe," said the younger one. After these words, they tore it in two. I felt a slight chill all over my body. Finally, I was standing in the park tied to a tree with my jacket open and my chest bare. What a sick situation! "But what maybe?" - I asked in a shaky voice, I felt a cold sweat begin to pour over me. "Patience, in a moment you'll find out" - while saying this, the blonde with a mocking smile took a dagger from his pocket. It was sharp, shining. It had a narrow and long blade. It looked like a large needle. He put his left hand on my shoulder. With his right hand, he began to move the tip of the blade in front of my eyes. I saw the madness in his eyes. There were a thousand thoughts in my head. My breathing became restless. I realized my legs were shaking. Then I felt the blade slowly move down, very slowly. It only stopped on my stomach.

I felt the tip of the blade touch my navel. "It will fit perfectly," said the older one. "You have a nice navel actually," added the younger one. I was stunned, I didn't know what to answer. I had a stream of thoughts in my head, but my mouth was silent. Deep down, I wanted something like this to happen to me, but they couldn't have known it. I dared to look down and saw a dagger sticking out of my stomach. Fortunately, the blade is still outside. I was seized with tremendous fear and unprecedented excitement. I couldn't control it. "Don't get excited. Don't get excited or they'll kill you," I kept repeating in my head. I felt my penis throbbing and swelling in my pants. It happened just at the thought that I might have that blade in me in a moment. I wanted this. Still, the fear was stronger. I looked up and looked at the torturer deep into his  blue eyes. "Please ... don't ... please!" I whispered in a pleading voice.

The boy ignored my moans and slowly began to press the dagger harder. It gave me a little pain, but it hasn't pierced me yet. But I felt that any moment the blade would sink into me. The boy stopped suddenly and I breathed a sigh of relief. A spark of hope appeared in my head. "Maybe I'll make it out alive after all?" I thought. After a while, he looked down at my crotch, still keeping the blade in my navel. "You like it!" He shouted. "No ..." I whispered. He was right. I betrayed myself. I didn't want it, but he had it. I had no way to hide it. I betrayed myself. But maybe it's better? I would never dare stick a knife in my stomach myself. This may be your only chance to die this way. Let them do what they want, I thought, fearing what would happen next. The boy pulled out the dagger for a moment and looked at me piercingly, as if I was crazy. He was probably wondering what was going on in my head right now. Seconds passed like hours. They must have heard the relief of exhaling the air from my mouth. The boys looked at each other, and the older nodded to the younger. After a while, the young one again brought the knife to my belly. With his free hand, he gently ran over it and felt for my navel with his finger. He wanted to make sure he didn't miss, it was dark after all. He gently put the tip of his blade into it again, now he was sure it was where it should be.


Cold sweat poured over me. "Please stop," I mumbled. Deaf to my pleas, he seemed to be in a trance. He began to push again, this time even slower. I knew she was no longer going to stop. I just knew I wouldn't get a second chance. I felt the flesh on my stomach bend slightly under his force. I felt that my belly button could not take it anymore. "Please stop," I whispered. At the same moment I heard the dull sound of piercing skin, felt the cool blade sink slowly into my insides. The flesh on my stomach took its natural shape again and the dagger entered it centimeter by centimeter. The initial pain turned into an indescribable feeling. I felt a shiver all over my body and panicked a little. I started panting and breathing heavily. My hair was wet with sweat. The boy put his hand on my shoulder and pushed the knife deeper. "Uhhhhhhhh ... Stop!" I groaned as I felt the dagger plunging even deeper into my stomach. I was very afraid to look down. "See!" The boy shouted.

But in response, he saw only a grimace of pain on my face. "Look, I said!" He grabbed my hair and forced me to lower my head. I saw his hand and a dagger inserted into my navel to the hilt. ”” See? He's already all in you. That's what you wanted, right? ”He asked. "Mercy ..." I whispered. The boys chuckled. The blonde twisted the blade slightly and I screamed in pain. Drops of sweat ran down my face, I couldn't take it anymore. I really wanted it to end here and now, but of course I wasn't so lucky. I decided to help myself. I arched my body forward, involuntarily pressing the blade deeper into my stomach. As deep as possible. Agony pierced me right through, I felt warm blood seep from my navel and slowly flow downward. The boy took out the dagger halfway. I took a breath from the shock and pain. The pain when removing the blade is much worse than when it is inserted. Before I could react, the attacker pressed him against my belly button again, this time pushing him up a little. I groaned "Please ..." feeling great pleasure.

My legs buckled at the knees, if I hadn't been tied to a tree, I would have fallen. I shudder, and have a cum shot. The best in my life. It's over. I knew that I was seriously injured and that no one would save me. I'm going to die here today and that was the last ejaculation of my life. I always wanted to end up this way, felt great and exhausted myself. I hardly felt the pain anymore, or so I thought. The other boy who was watching the situation saw a stain on my pants "I don't want to kill him too soon, we might as well keep playing with him." I forced myself to open my mouth. "Fun?" I thought: "What is this sick game?" Barely able to speak, I stammered, "Why ... Why did you do this to me?" The character started laughing and said, "Because you like it." Saying this, she took the entire dagger from my navel, also very slowly. The pain was back, and there was nothing I could do but groan in agony. This man was satisfied with my suffering. I looked at my belly again, at my belly button, or what was left of it. The blade fit perfectly, it didn't go beyond its rim. Instead, I now had a red hole in the middle of my belly and that's it. I'm just dying. Nothing big. I've always imagined this situation, imagined what it would be like, wondered what it would be like. Now it became a reality and I couldn't believe it. I stared at the wound blankly, breathing hard as I saw drops of blood falling on the grass beneath my feet. The feeling of excitement began to return.


The boys untied me from the tree and I fell slowly to my knees, a scowl on my face, moaning loudly. I kept my hands behind my back, even though I was already free. I didn't want to fight, there was no point, I gave up. I looked at the bloody dagger in the boy's hand. After a while I looked at his eyes. I still saw this specific flash in them. "Let's finish this," I mumbled. "With pleasure," he hissed. It wasn't until I was on my knees that I noticed that he wasn't wearing any shoes. I do not know why. He put his foot on my face and pushed me backwards. I was lying on my back, my legs folded under my back. I bent as hard as I could, as far as I still had strength. I tried to show my stomach up as much as possible. I wanted to show him, encourage the boy to stab me with all his might now, one last time. I think he understood my message. He crouched down over me and took a huge knife from under his hoodie. I think he could pass right through me. He presented it in front of my face. Was it sharp? Probably yes, it didn't matter anymore, since in a moment it will forcefully make a less elegant hole in my stomach than I have now. I didn't say anything anymore, there was no point, I waited calmly. For a moment I thought that he standing over me with a knife and knocking me to the ground would be the last sight I remember. He put his foot over my face. So this will be the last thing I see. I was lying with my belly stretched out and still waiting, the seconds lingering like hours.


I saw him slowly raise his hand along with the knife. I felt like my life was slipping away. I wanted to feel pleasure again. "Please wait a moment, please." He did not say anything. I stuck my hand in my panties and started to play with my penis. After all, my hands were free. I started licking his foot. It didn't take long, I was very excited and had little time. I had to hurry, I had little strength. The second cum shot came very quickly. I felt warm cum land on my stomach, a little on his pants.


I was in heaven for a while. Suddenly, without any warning, the boy thrust the knife into my stomach with great force, bringing me back to reality. Kind of like a punch. It pierced my abdomen, in the middle, about three centimeters below my belly button. The men chuckled. I cried out in pain, unable to bear it. I felt that this time I had a hole for half my belly. Blood was gushing from the wound and my stomach was covered in it. I could feel it. I couldn't breathe, black spots appeared in front of my eyes. My stomach expanded and contracted every time I tried to gasp for air. They couldn't leave me there, they knew I could die anytime from blood loss. Then the boy decided to give me one more hit. He wanted to do it right. I felt his foot press my face to the ground with great force. After a while he pulled out the knife mercilessly. I squirmed on the ground like a helpless animal, like a dog ... and there was nothing I could do. Blood rushed to my mouth, I was choking. My eyes filled with tears, I was full of regret it was over. Why did I take a shortcut? With all his might, the boy stabbed me again, one last time. This time he chose my chest. It was the last time I felt such pain. I whispered something for the last time. No matter what, they wouldn't hear it anyway. I saw a blood stain oozing from my mouth, my body jerked unnatural skin several times, I closed my eyes slowly. Darkness.