Sometime you just "think" you know someone. Brad was the hottest jock on high school. Good looking, popular and a high demand lover. Such a perfect stereotype that everyone expected him to follow the road to fame and success that guys like this usually do. His flawless muscular body was admired from the stands as he performed dive after dive on the swim team earning a spot in the nationals. Form, grace and athletic ability were his to command and every dive was smooth, the barest ripple in the pool as he entered each time. "9", "10", "10" and on and on his scores were fantastic. No one suspected that he had a dark side. As the four years of high school passed Brad had slipped into a depression that overwhelmed him and he hid it afraid that he would let his parents down and maybe lose his spot on the diving team. I fought similar demons and saw in his beautiful dark eyes the pain he felt, the confusion, the questions because I have experience them all my self. Drawn to his beauty, being what classmates called an "invisible," I dared approach him to talk, during lunch one day. To my surprise he said sit down. The other jocks at the table were stunned and stared at me like I was an alien. He dismissed them like a king clearing his court. My heart was hammering so hard in my ears I could hardly hear what he said. "You are Dane, right? Your dad is the Reverend at my church. I see you from time to time in the choir." I answered him, "I didn't know that you knew I existed. I have watched you for a long time and I have concluded we are kindred spirits." He nodded. He knew that I was ying to his yang. I lusted for the kill and he lusted to be killed. "Can you understand that I want to die, but on my terms?" he asked me looking straight into my eyes. I answered, "Yes, and I am prepared to plan your death. You are exactly the prey I have wanted. I am surprised that I saw the darkness in your eyes though. Jocks usually live life to the fullest, entitled and royal in their ivory towers. Tell me why you want to end yourself?" I asked. Brad eyes filled with tears as he said he didn't think he came prepared for this world. That things were sad, depressing and people were evil and selfish. He looked at me and I shrugged, no argument form the predator who would kill him here. "OK how do you want to die?" I asked. "Single shot to the heart, through the chest with a small caliber gun. I want to feel it, the pain, the struggle, the reality of death. I want to experience every last second of pleasure and pain until my last drop of life leaves me." he answered, his eyes squinting and brow wrinkled and lips tight. "I can do that but I have requirements too. My needs have to be satisfied too, for me to take this chance. I risk everything for these few moments of pleasure we will share. You will be dead and I will be left behind to pick up the pieces, salvage what I can and do my best to stay out of prison or the electric chair. I have a place in my home, a target range in the basement. We will do it there. You will let me make love to you first.However long that takes and how much I want to explore your body - all mine for a day!Agreed?" I questioned. "Agreed." Brad hung his head down and his curly black hair framed his face. Anything. Tomorrow please. We will skip school and meet at your house?" he pleaded. I understood his urgency, the survival instinct would be hard to suppress if we trailed this on too long.Bright and early the next morning, Brad was at my door just as my parents left for work and church. My dad was a survivalist and our home a fortress with an armory, hidden rooms and ham radio system. Dad nodded to Brad as he came in and said goodbye. We waited until both cars were gone and I led brad to the bunker below the house by way of the narrow stairs behind the cabinets in the kitchen. "Damn. Your folks are spooky, all this hardware and food storage, the guns and ammo."Brad commented.I pointed to the bed in the first room and Brad went in. He let me undress him and for the next four hours I enjoyed the greatest sex I have ever known. I had him mount me once and itwas amazing to have that muscular body spasm in orgasm deep inside me. I got out my stethoscope and listened to his heart while I road him like a horse and he sprayed again. I was amazed at his stamina and when I was near exhaustion we stopped. Four straight hours of fulfilling my fantasy, now it was his turn.We both redressed and I led him to range. I had a .32 target pistol with a silencer on it so the report wouldn't scare Brad when I shot him. I had him stand at the back of the range near the wall in case the bullet went through, not likely with a .32 but safety always in the range. "One last time Brad, last chance at life, do you want me to shoot you?" I asked him. The same squint, the same tight full lips I had enjoyed just minute earlier, the same wrinkles in hisfore head and "Yes!" was his answer. He opened his shirt and held it open revealing his rippe dabs and defined chest. "Here," he pointed to a place halfway between his nip and hisbreast bone level with his nips. Those nips were hard as nails by the way. He pulled the shirt wide open. Perhaps he was afraid I would ruin it. I didn't care. I was totally focused on the the target he indicated, raised my gun and fired into the quick movement I saw where he had pointed. I never missed dead center of the target and I didn't now. Brad stood there, his heart beating out a death rhythm against his ribs and blood poured freely from the small hole in his chest. The bullet stopped in the rear wall of his left ventricle and the strong heart began emptying his life out of his chest.Brad's jeans went slick with his last and greatest orgasm. Brad's moan was an unbelievable turn on for me. I placed my hand on his chest over the bullet hole and felt the quivering last beats of his heart. I watched his eyes loose focus and caught his body as it relaxed and lowered it to the floor in the death he so wanted.All hunters take a trophy and mine was Brad's heart. I cut it free and held in in my hand for about ten minutes squeezing it, feeling the bullet still inside and the thick strong muscle that powered such a muscular jock for 18 years.I rinsed it off, drained it and placed into the jar of preservative I had prepared. I then added it to the other trophies on the shelf in my room inthe bunker. I finally placed Brad's body laying face down over the butcher block table in the bunker kitchen. Dad would appreciate my skills and reward me with my the new rifle I had been asking for for months. Mom would have enough meat to feed the family for about two weeks and then it would be sister's turn to hunt. I was hoping she would stalk the football player she had been dating.
This is a guy I know. Unfortunately before I knew him, he was robbed and stabbed and almost died. That's not sexy but he is. Great kisser, great abs, great navel and lets me do navel play on him. And he does on me. He's super hot
Captive warriors known for their virility were chained to an altar at the Temple of Priapus, the god of fertility. Their daily sperm contribution was believed to bring abundant crops to the village. Some shot their loads spontaneously others needed a helping hand. Some needed the threat of a sword held above them. Their lives were safe as long as they could shoot a daily load.
He thought he was better than the master. He thought wrong. Everyday, the master asked if there were any challengers for his position. On this day, Chai made the mistake of standing up.
It was a short-lived challenge as the master merely flung his blade across the room, nailing the young student in the gut. There was a gasp as the young man stood there in shock at the swiftness of the master's response.
After a few seconds, the student pulled the blade from his abs and fell to his knees. He bowed his head in shame to his master and collapsed on the floor.
It seems only the BBC had LAST OF THE MOHICANS right with their umpteen long chapter serial in the 70s. The older serial from the 30s or 40s didn't get it right and the big budget white man is hero 1990s version didn't get it right and is quite boring (Daniel Day Lewis is a boring choice for Uncus or whoever he was supposed to be and the movie is boring). AND this one...an Italian version certainly didn't get it right.
Still, there's a youth shot in the back on the way to the fort. Uncus seemingly has Magua in his sights and lets him live due to a taunt, only later to win an arena style battle in three circles only then to have himself speared in the back when he turns his back to Magua. Almost none of this is accurate to the book, of course or the more faithful BBC mini series, which is the best of the adaptations.
There is one scene where an older US army man has a Native in front of him and has his knife poised right at the navel and they fall, the Native falling so that his stomach is stabbed in the belly under the US army man, who is on top. It's startling but fast.
The ineptitude of the movie is vast and everything from setting to character placement to how the die is so wrong. I tried to do caps but it didn't work the first time. It's all not as good as it sounds at least for our fetish.
Still, the BBC version, while faithful, has long, LONG stretches of talk talk talk to do justice to the politics of the novel and they do it right but...
for the fetish, there are better scenes than any other version. Uncus, shirtless, is attacked from behind. An enemy, shirtless, holds Uncus's knife down in Uncus's holster but Uncus flexes his stomach muscles and is stronger than the man and gets the knife up out of the holster. He then has to turn slightly so that as he brings the knife down, he uses the man's own downward motion, as the enemy was trying to hold the knife down to stab the man's bare belly, low. The man falls. Uncus tomahawks him and another man. Later, Uncus does the same to many warriors.
Earlier or later, Uncus, shirtless is tied to a pole. An enemy, shirtless and young (I think) comes in to taunt Uncus who calls him a coward to do so this way. Uncus has already been untied by his father and as the enemy moves to stab Uncus in the bare belly, Uncus jabs his knife in the man's belly instead. The man falls and gasps as Uncus breathes out a victory. Uncus's father sees the man groan, "That was badly done." Uncus agrees as the man should not have called out to give warning. ANd then there's Uncus's death later on.
He was so vain. This young man had it all. A chiseled physique, the hottest new car, a handsome face, all the money he will ever need. The son of one of the wealthiest men in town. He had his own pool, his own workout room, even his own personal trainer. Like I said, this young man had it all.
He had completed high school a year ago. Instead of going to college, (he didn't need it since his parents were loaded.) he spent his nights partying at the club or cruising the strip. His parents were rarely home, so he had the mansion to himself.
Besides his cruising, partying, working out and going to the beach, he had one obsession, fantasy role playing games. That's right, especially D&D. He would get a large group together and play a module or two almost every day. He even paid professionals to come be the dungeon masters for the games.
He loved the adventures, the stories, and most of all, the kills. He even had a room decorated especially for the games. He was that obsessed.
One day as he was driving home from a late night clubbing, he met an old homeless lady sitting on the curb outside the club. She asked him for some change. Luckily, he had a small pocketful. He handed it to her with a wink.
She smilingly took it and placed a small talisman in his hand. "This," she said, "will grant you one wish. "
The young man placed it in his pocket and walked away. "What a crazy old coot," he thought.
Later that night, a few of his buddies finished off another D&D module. Only one of his buddies characters survived the game. His own character died early on with an imp's sword through his gut. He still hung around to listen to the storyline and hear how each of his buddies either died or beat the game.
After they all went home, the young rich guy took a shower. The hot steamy water washed away the sweat and grime of the day. When he got out, he wrapped a towel around him and picked up his clothes. The talisman fell out of the pocket onto the floor.
He picked it up and jokingly decided to give it a try. But, what to wish for? He had everything he ever needed or wanted. He held out the talisman, let out a chuckle and said, "I wish D&D was real for one night.
He was surprised when the lights flickered out. It scared him briefly, but knew it was just a coincidence that the lights went out. He grabbed one of the bathroom candles and lit it. He looked at himself in the mirror, shook his head and laughed. "That was some great timing."
"I agree," said a voice from the mirror. There, in the reflection, the young man saw a demon in the mirror. It was all too real. His wish had come true. But he knew the rules, demons couldn't come out of mirrors.
He pointed at the demon and laughed. "Haha, you can't get me from there." The demon stared at him grinning.
The young man felt something cold pressed against his abs. He looked down on the counter and there stood an imp with it's blade against the young man's stomach.
The demon in the mirror commanded the imp. "Do it."
The young man's eyes widened at the forcefulness of the command. Before he could react, the imp rammed the sword straight into his upper abs. He felt the blade slice easily through his body. He looked down at the sword handle sticking out of his gut.
He was constantly drunk and bragging. Showing off his "skills" with the spear was a nightly occurrance, This night, he was boasting about how strong his abs were. He made sure everyone in the bunkhouse felt his abs. A couple of guys even punched his hard gut.
He then began bragging how his abs were strong enough to repel a spear. Finally, someone called him on his bluff. His drunk ass put money on the table and stood up to the challenge. He had the guy try to ram the spear into his gut.
Sure enough, there was only an audible thud when the tip of the spear bounced off his abs. This was remarkable. Each of the guys took turns trying, not realizing that he had placed a rubber tip on the point of his spear. He was cockier and more boastful than ever.
Then, it was my turn. As he was boasting, he didn't see me remove the protective piece of rubber. He turned towards me and I rammed the spear full force into his belly-button. The sharp point easily tore through his gut and out his back.
The crowd let out a gasp. He staggered a little, but was too drunk to realize what had actually happened. He staggered a bit, telling the crowd he was fine until he finally fell over.
I'd like to invite any warriors out there to pick your favourite target(s) out of these hot hunks (1 to 14). If you'd like to imagine facing them in combat, what type of weapon would you choose to have in your hand, and where exactly on their fine bodies would you be aiming it?
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I'm looking forward to your thoughts on this, and to see if my own preferences are anything like yours. I'll then let you know, for comparison.
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