more up and down, straight on in, grunting, groaning, gasping, winner and loser, up press, down dig

more up and downers, stab in, all the way, straight on in, then down, then up most of the time without taking the blade out, causing the victim/loser warrrior so much pain and pelasure unbound

May not post much any more. Windows 10 mixed with posting on this and other sites just doesn't agree with me. I hate doing work three, four or five times over and over an dover and that's what's happening I've had maybe ten shut down just from this post alone and have to restart most times.  I loathe it.

Anyway some guys in MODERN GLADIATORS 3 use an up and down stab method. SOme leave the blade in as they jab it all the way up the bely button, sometimes deeper with a second or third push. Then without taking the blade out, usually, they scoop the inner navel with the point facing DOWN, handle up, point down and then reverse the move keeping in the navel meat! It's very hot. The handle goes up, the blade goes down, then the handle goes down, the blade goes way up. HAWT!

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Heads near each other, breath on each's faces, chests, nips rubbing, dicks sword fighitngs, hand of kilelr near nvel as he pushes the blade all the way in, thrusting, jerking, shoving, head of killer on shoulder as he twists every which way and jabs in far as he can, head of loser on shoulder, in each othe'rs arms, ;ushing, grinding, kissing, mouths near each other

MOUTHS CLOSE HEAD ON SHOUDLERS BREATH ON EACH OTHER CHEEK TO CHEEK NIPS RUBBIN

LIKE SEX N KISSIN

The defending army took no prisoners when they stopped the attack. They did take the cocks and balls of the every invader. Captured warriors were allowed a final orgasm. They were given the choice between a sword to the heart or to the belly, and were dispatched as they shot their final wad. Cheers always went up from the crowd of bystanders as each prisoner met his fate.

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Franck and Michael knew each other for a while. They were dedicated swordsmen. Franck seemed even only to be alive when he engaged in action, working out at the gym, having sex with another muscular guy or, above all, playing sword. He was otherwise always distracted and slightly apathic. Michael was gay too, both guys were aware of the preferences of each other, but they were not attracted to each other and never had sex together.
Sam was Franck’ latest lover. But Sam had been seduced by Michael, and turned away from Franck who was still in love with him.
 “Let’s meet in the forest, motherfucker!” Franck shouted to Michael after he discovered the situation.
After hunting each other in the field, Michael leads Franck down into the forest to a dried up river bed - a private and open sandy place that is perfect for settling their dispute once and for all. As they agreed to, both men will fight fully naked, with only their sword. They undressed with no words.


The blond Franck was obviously aroused by the excitement of the death match to come. His fully engorged cock was erect and hard, like a second sword. Michael was cooler, and his own half-erect cock was jutting and dangling in front of him.
The two men rushed against each other, swords drawn, eyes locked. Franck's sword gleamed coldly in the dim light of the forest cover; a terrible offset from the warm glow of Michael's long sword, which glowed warmly in his hand.
The two met in the middle, loud clank and sparks flying as the blade clashed.
During the first blows, Michael concentrated on his defence and let his muscles settle into the rhythm of swordplay. After several minutes of attempting to get past Michael's defences, Franck lost his temper and began to batter at him as if to pound him into the ground.
The fight climaxed when Franck stroke with a dangerous thrust from his broad sword. Michael deflected it with its own blade, spinning to strike Franck's other side. The swing was high, aimed for the neck, but Franck brought his blade around to counter it. Locking the swords, Franck spun to thrust his left fist into Michael's stomach. But Michael was too fast, he twisted the blade down, locking his foes sword in his hand guard, and pushing Franck away. Now Franck was open, so Michael pulled his blade, taking Franck off balance, and thrust his long sword into his foe's naked chest.


Franck got impaled on the sword, but he wasn't dead yet.... he let his sword fall from his hand and stumbled forward to hug his killer in a desperate attempt to stay on his feet. As Franck hugged Michael, the latter thrust his sword forward into his rival’s body to the hilt. The tip of the blade popped out of his back, and Franck’s blood spurted high in the air. The fighter’s cocks touched, having a swordfight of their own. This burning contact caused Michael a spasm of pleasure. His dangling cock became instantly hard and swollen, and he shot his load immediately, spraying his victim’s chest. Franck also came in his death throes. He gurgled and arched like a man in orgasm, shooting his final load on Michael, went limp and fell to the ground, dead...