dimanche 6 juin 2010
mardi 1 juin 2010
lundi 31 mai 2010
samedi 29 mai 2010
jeudi 16 juillet 2009
the battle begins
Tonight the place is crowded with people .He is the first to enter the arena. It is his third fight. Sometimes, he wondered why he agreed to play his life in the fighting. This was not for money. No, the pleasure was the first reason. He likes rip the abdominals of the young men that he kills. The bodies of these dudes barely out of adolescence, seeping sweat due to the excitement, fear and the pleasure, have given him the longing of killing.
During his first fight, his dagger penetrated slowly the lower abdomen of Angelface. His mind blurred by a paroxysm of pleasure. His legs were shaking. He had forced the blade to cut the belly. His hands, his arms were shaking. When his young opponent had collapsed slowly, his dagger had opened the belly of the bottom up. When Angelface was been ashore, he had an orgasm in the hubbub of spectators. Then, he collapsed on the body of the vanquished slumped on the blood, on the semen. He remained a moment that had appeared long to him with a moaning of pleasure.
The victory, though, was not acquired. Angelface, despite his age, was on his fifth fight. He was a great fighter, who knew martial arts, wielding the knife with dexterity. His muscular body is hard as stone, patiently built by years of practice of sport. It has resisted many attempts of evisceration. Apparently, his opponent was also excited to fight. The sex of the young man was hard. His semen had pearled at the top of his penis.
He would do everything to win against his new adversary who had no name. A gladiator received one after the first duel if he was the winner, of course. He had received the name of Angelface. However, it was not an asset: the crowd wanted to see a man with a face of an angel dead, like the young spectator who shouted his desire to see death. He saw his opponent. He was a twenty-five years strong man with a body of swimmer. It will be a great pleasure for piercing the belly of this blond guy with his dagger. The blade will penetrate slowly to tear the skin, cut meat of his opponent and rip his guts. Slowly, he will destroy the belly and he will be happy to see it open... Unless his rival would be the win! As seemed to wish the young viewer!
Brewal came for the first time into a fighting of death arena. He wanted to see the young athlete, Angelface. Alone in his bed, he had so often imagine the body of the combatant pierced with a blade of steel.
He frequently had an orgasm when he dreamed of his long agony. He so often feared that Angelface could kill in his absence. In addition, starting tonight he decided he will visit each of his fights in the hope that this will be the last! The new gladiator was the first to enter. "He’s a gorgeous guy, » thinks Brewal. He was muscular but not as much as Angelface. Brewal already had a boner. He said that whatever the winner, he would have an immense pleasure to see one of those beautiful body open with a dagger. Angelface came. He was even more handsome in real life! His cock was hurting him. He would wanted masturbate here, now! Of course, he could not do that. Also, he began to move from left to right, shouting, "drop dead, Angelface!" with a cruel joy. A wonderful roar went up strong and powerful. The battle began. With knives! The best weapons!
The newcomer had attacked quickly but he had to move back to avoid the blade of his opponent. He almost went dropped to the ground but managed to keep himself standing. Angelface had an advantage of few seconds. He tensed all muscles of his right arm, ready to deal a mortal blow on the belly. But his adversary grabbed his forearm and he tried to stab his pectoral from top to bottom. In turn Angelface grabbed the forearm of his enemy. A beautiful and powerful yell goes out of all the throats of the spectators.
Brewal was thrilled. He saw Angelface pushed with all its forces the blond man in his direction near the metal fence that bounded the ring.
He received a violent blow on the kidneys. The barrier had penetrated into the flesh. It served to not only delineate the battlefield, but, also, because it was steel, thin and sharp, it used as a weapon. How many young people had have the back or the belly cut? For the unlucky kneeling young guys, seizing by the hair, the heads projected forward many times, the steel wired entering their necks. They had been beheaded during three or four go back.He had to go to the centre as soon as possible.
Angelface could not avoid the leg.
He felt over backwards. The shock on his head was brutal. He received many kicks to the face. He had many difficulties for recover. His vision was blurred. His breathing was choppy. His forehead was hot and moist. He perceived in the distant the shouts. They called for his death. The screams echoed in his head. The reality seemed out of this world. He stood up with difficulties. He staggered near his opponent by shouting. In its troubled vision, he saw only the navel of the blond man. He wanted shred the belly of his opponent.
Brewal was happy: the handsome guy was ashore. He was sure that it was the end of Angelface. Tonight, the young gorgeous athlete find his master. His end was near. He was on shore. A few inches from him. He shouted that he would die. The fall was violent for the young fighter. He badly received himself. Brewal rejoiced when he saw the blond man kicked to the face of Angelface. When the young combatant stood up, Brewal noticed that this one made a hesitating step and then he saw him rushing on his opponent.
The pain was violent. However, he loved the pain. His hand was covering with his blood. The clamour of the crowd became stronger. Angelface was coming near him. When he was close, he stabbed in the lower abdomen.
He felt the cold metal get into his body.
Brewal only saw the back of the boy as beautiful as an angel did but he knew that the blond man had won.
His sex was hard. He observed his knife penetrating the body of his first victim. He looked up the eyes of his opponent and perceived the ache and, perhaps, a pleasure. He watched again the blade. He began to push more strongly his dagger until the hilt of the weapon bumped against the abdominals.
The pain made him recover his senses. He knew that he will die. He saw a lukewarm fluid away from his body. The suffering but also the pleasure were more intense. The wonderful taste of blood invaded his mouth.
His legs began to sway. His breathing became difficult. A thick fog of total enjoyment invaded his mind. His sex was hard. He ripped slowly the belly of his opponent whom fell down.
His eyes focused the young boy who, at the beginning of combat, wanted his death.
His eyes began to blur slightly. His breathing became heavier. His spirit felt a pleasure violent, as he had ever known. He collapsed.
He rejoiced! He looked alternately wound and then the eyes of the dying. Brewal had never experienced such intense voyeuristic pleasure. He scrutinized the open injury by the blade. Then he raised his eyes to the face of defeat.
Angelface watched Brewal.
Brewal watched Angelface.
On the face of the adolescent, a slightly ironic smile appeared.
The pleasure was extreme, unsustainable. While his young opponent collapsed, he ripped upward the body. He ejaculated his sperm on the body ashore. He roared pleasure. Then, he collapsed on the loser still warm.
He felt the sperm of the winner that sprayed his head, his torso and thighs. A weight crushed on his chest. His rival fell on his body. His breathing was cutting off shortly.
His pain became less intensive. While the stage around him erased slowly, a bright light appeared.
In the distance, he thought seeing a tunnel. His pleasure was intense. He smelt of fewer legs, arms, his torso, the weight of the winner.
He heard less the shout of the public.
The tunnel vanished. The light gradually gave way to darkness. He expired without being able to resume breathing. He died.
The crowd was jubilant.
When Angelface collapsed, that the winner was ejaculating on the loser, Brewal was squirting of pleasure. After, his sex was hot and the seminal fluid wrapped it.
The speaker announced the winner.
"The winner is THE SPUNKY ! "
During his first fight, his dagger penetrated slowly the lower abdomen of Angelface. His mind blurred by a paroxysm of pleasure. His legs were shaking. He had forced the blade to cut the belly. His hands, his arms were shaking. When his young opponent had collapsed slowly, his dagger had opened the belly of the bottom up. When Angelface was been ashore, he had an orgasm in the hubbub of spectators. Then, he collapsed on the body of the vanquished slumped on the blood, on the semen. He remained a moment that had appeared long to him with a moaning of pleasure.
The victory, though, was not acquired. Angelface, despite his age, was on his fifth fight. He was a great fighter, who knew martial arts, wielding the knife with dexterity. His muscular body is hard as stone, patiently built by years of practice of sport. It has resisted many attempts of evisceration. Apparently, his opponent was also excited to fight. The sex of the young man was hard. His semen had pearled at the top of his penis.
He would do everything to win against his new adversary who had no name. A gladiator received one after the first duel if he was the winner, of course. He had received the name of Angelface. However, it was not an asset: the crowd wanted to see a man with a face of an angel dead, like the young spectator who shouted his desire to see death. He saw his opponent. He was a twenty-five years strong man with a body of swimmer. It will be a great pleasure for piercing the belly of this blond guy with his dagger. The blade will penetrate slowly to tear the skin, cut meat of his opponent and rip his guts. Slowly, he will destroy the belly and he will be happy to see it open... Unless his rival would be the win! As seemed to wish the young viewer!
Brewal came for the first time into a fighting of death arena. He wanted to see the young athlete, Angelface. Alone in his bed, he had so often imagine the body of the combatant pierced with a blade of steel.
He frequently had an orgasm when he dreamed of his long agony. He so often feared that Angelface could kill in his absence. In addition, starting tonight he decided he will visit each of his fights in the hope that this will be the last! The new gladiator was the first to enter. "He’s a gorgeous guy, » thinks Brewal. He was muscular but not as much as Angelface. Brewal already had a boner. He said that whatever the winner, he would have an immense pleasure to see one of those beautiful body open with a dagger. Angelface came. He was even more handsome in real life! His cock was hurting him. He would wanted masturbate here, now! Of course, he could not do that. Also, he began to move from left to right, shouting, "drop dead, Angelface!" with a cruel joy. A wonderful roar went up strong and powerful. The battle began. With knives! The best weapons!
The newcomer had attacked quickly but he had to move back to avoid the blade of his opponent. He almost went dropped to the ground but managed to keep himself standing. Angelface had an advantage of few seconds. He tensed all muscles of his right arm, ready to deal a mortal blow on the belly. But his adversary grabbed his forearm and he tried to stab his pectoral from top to bottom. In turn Angelface grabbed the forearm of his enemy. A beautiful and powerful yell goes out of all the throats of the spectators.
Brewal was thrilled. He saw Angelface pushed with all its forces the blond man in his direction near the metal fence that bounded the ring.
He received a violent blow on the kidneys. The barrier had penetrated into the flesh. It served to not only delineate the battlefield, but, also, because it was steel, thin and sharp, it used as a weapon. How many young people had have the back or the belly cut? For the unlucky kneeling young guys, seizing by the hair, the heads projected forward many times, the steel wired entering their necks. They had been beheaded during three or four go back.He had to go to the centre as soon as possible.
Angelface could not avoid the leg.
He felt over backwards. The shock on his head was brutal. He received many kicks to the face. He had many difficulties for recover. His vision was blurred. His breathing was choppy. His forehead was hot and moist. He perceived in the distant the shouts. They called for his death. The screams echoed in his head. The reality seemed out of this world. He stood up with difficulties. He staggered near his opponent by shouting. In its troubled vision, he saw only the navel of the blond man. He wanted shred the belly of his opponent.
Brewal was happy: the handsome guy was ashore. He was sure that it was the end of Angelface. Tonight, the young gorgeous athlete find his master. His end was near. He was on shore. A few inches from him. He shouted that he would die. The fall was violent for the young fighter. He badly received himself. Brewal rejoiced when he saw the blond man kicked to the face of Angelface. When the young combatant stood up, Brewal noticed that this one made a hesitating step and then he saw him rushing on his opponent.
The pain was violent. However, he loved the pain. His hand was covering with his blood. The clamour of the crowd became stronger. Angelface was coming near him. When he was close, he stabbed in the lower abdomen.
He felt the cold metal get into his body.
Brewal only saw the back of the boy as beautiful as an angel did but he knew that the blond man had won.
His sex was hard. He observed his knife penetrating the body of his first victim. He looked up the eyes of his opponent and perceived the ache and, perhaps, a pleasure. He watched again the blade. He began to push more strongly his dagger until the hilt of the weapon bumped against the abdominals.
The pain made him recover his senses. He knew that he will die. He saw a lukewarm fluid away from his body. The suffering but also the pleasure were more intense. The wonderful taste of blood invaded his mouth.
His legs began to sway. His breathing became difficult. A thick fog of total enjoyment invaded his mind. His sex was hard. He ripped slowly the belly of his opponent whom fell down.
His eyes focused the young boy who, at the beginning of combat, wanted his death.
His eyes began to blur slightly. His breathing became heavier. His spirit felt a pleasure violent, as he had ever known. He collapsed.
He rejoiced! He looked alternately wound and then the eyes of the dying. Brewal had never experienced such intense voyeuristic pleasure. He scrutinized the open injury by the blade. Then he raised his eyes to the face of defeat.
Angelface watched Brewal.
Brewal watched Angelface.
On the face of the adolescent, a slightly ironic smile appeared.
The pleasure was extreme, unsustainable. While his young opponent collapsed, he ripped upward the body. He ejaculated his sperm on the body ashore. He roared pleasure. Then, he collapsed on the loser still warm.
He felt the sperm of the winner that sprayed his head, his torso and thighs. A weight crushed on his chest. His rival fell on his body. His breathing was cutting off shortly.
His pain became less intensive. While the stage around him erased slowly, a bright light appeared.
In the distance, he thought seeing a tunnel. His pleasure was intense. He smelt of fewer legs, arms, his torso, the weight of the winner.
He heard less the shout of the public.
The tunnel vanished. The light gradually gave way to darkness. He expired without being able to resume breathing. He died.
The crowd was jubilant.
When Angelface collapsed, that the winner was ejaculating on the loser, Brewal was squirting of pleasure. After, his sex was hot and the seminal fluid wrapped it.
The speaker announced the winner.
"The winner is THE SPUNKY ! "
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