Hehehe. Yes, he was more than ready to "spill his guts", tell 'em everything he knows, but their idea of spilling guts was a little different. Poor sap can't even see the arrows stuck in his big belly, but he knows they are there. Fuckin' hot! They just couldn't resist filling his big belly full of arrows.
Thanks, Dino! It's almost too cruel, not letting a man watch his own belly fill up with arrows as he dies! All those years of growing a big, sexy gut, and he doesn't even get to see the final show... but he does get to feel every arrowhead rip through his firm, heavy belly and lodge painfully in his guts. At least his captors get to enjoy the sight of all those arrows wobbling around in his belly!
Yeah, I can just see him pooching his belly as far as he can get it so that he can see the arrows in his belly. He grunts and groans and finally sees that one of the arrows has struck him straight in his bellybutton. He cums even more knowing that, despite having one in his erect cock. He's a real man......will die like one. Fuckin' hot!
So hot, Dino! Throughout history, it's been an unspoken rule between men that when you kill another man, you should always try to aim for their bellybutton... not only is it a natural target, it'll give the guy a raging boner and he'll die happy, even as he writhes and groans in pain! It's just common courtesy, even in the chaos of war. This guy in the pic might have been protesting as they filled his big belly with lead, but it was clear to see he was secretly enjoying it... as evidenced by the loads of cum dribbling out of his impaled cock!
Yep, the one who put the arrow directly in his bellybutton got all kinds of accolades, hand slaps, back slaps and cheering, holding their fists above their heads like a winning fighter. Throughout history, the navel destroyer was always treated with great respect. After all, that was the center of the target. The bellybutton slayer would be revered, have drinks and dinner served to him afterwards, etc. He was treated with the proper respect. Even his victims respected him for "fuckin' givin' it to me good and proper". Like a tough soldier, the men would usually give him the "uuuhahhhhhhh" groan, his way of letting the slayer know that he had done well, exceeded all expectations in putting the lead or steel dead "fucking" center right in his sexy belly. It was considered good luck for his buddies to kiss him passionately as they rubbed his belly and fingered his navel, afterward. The winner took great pride in such things, and usually came during the hoopla. Hehehe.
Fuck, Dino, now that's the kind of war I'd wanna enlist in! I probably wouldn't last too long with my potbelly sticking out in the open for anyone to shoot, but I'm sure I'd get to take out a few guys with even bigger bellies than mine before I get a bellyfull for myself. Honestly, I'd probably leave the flat-bellied or six-pack-sporting enemies alone... they're eye-candy, for sure, but I'd leave their killing for my comrades who prefer their men flat-bellied. In return, I'd hope they'd save the fat boys for me... point them out on the battlefield so I can shoot them myself, or even capture one and drag him to me so I can stick my bayonet in his guts! Eventually, an enemy who likes potbellied guys will target me... and he'll get to kill me in any way he sees fit, I'd be a good sport about it!
Hehehe. Fuck, yeah! One time, a couple of soldiers got into an argument over who fired the "magic" shot that struck the unlucky ball-bellied kid in his navel. The dying victim was shocked to see his two attackers get into it, and they ended up wrestling chest-to-chest and firing hot lead into one another's bellybutton pointblank. He got some enjoyment in watching the handsome young eye-candy as they sadistically filled each other's fit, rock-hard bellies full of hot burning lead.......and they ended up preceded him in dying, too. LOL
Haha, that would be the best! Getting shot in my belly, then having two hot guys fight over me because they both wanted the kill, haha. Hopefully after they fill each others bellies full of hot lead, they'll pile on top of me, groaning and moaning their last... or at least hit the dirt close to my own body, so I can cop one last feel of another man's belly before I kick the bucket! I'll take one with thick, hairy abs and the other can have a glistening, smooth-shaven stomach, toned and youthful as it heaves in and out with the boy's dying breath... of course, for me, nothing would beat the nice, plump, firm ball belly of an experienced older gentleman! I could rub, slap and play with his huge gut as he lay dying, and try to shoot my last death-cum into his bellybutton if my aim is good enough! Haha, of course, beggars can't be choosers...
Yeah, I love the vision of the two men clutching their bellies and groaning agony, falling on either side of you, giving you the opportunity to rub their bellies as they suffer. Hehe. You get to "play" with both of them as they die......and they both give you a final belly rub, too, maybe even a passionate kiss on the lips before dying. Each of them still insists that they put that one bullet hole in your bellybutton and they stick their finger in the hole, work them up and down with a little sucking sound for emphasis. Hahaha.
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Hehehe. Yes, he was more than ready to "spill his guts", tell 'em everything he knows, but their idea of spilling guts was a little different. Poor sap can't even see the arrows stuck in his big belly, but he knows they are there. Fuckin' hot! They just couldn't resist filling his big belly full of arrows.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Dino! It's almost too cruel, not letting a man watch his own belly fill up with arrows as he dies! All those years of growing a big, sexy gut, and he doesn't even get to see the final show... but he does get to feel every arrowhead rip through his firm, heavy belly and lodge painfully in his guts. At least his captors get to enjoy the sight of all those arrows wobbling around in his belly!
DeleteYeah, I can just see him pooching his belly as far as he can get it so that he can see the arrows in his belly. He grunts and groans and finally sees that one of the arrows has struck him straight in his bellybutton. He cums even more knowing that, despite having one in his erect cock. He's a real man......will die like one. Fuckin' hot!
DeleteSo hot, Dino! Throughout history, it's been an unspoken rule between men that when you kill another man, you should always try to aim for their bellybutton... not only is it a natural target, it'll give the guy a raging boner and he'll die happy, even as he writhes and groans in pain! It's just common courtesy, even in the chaos of war. This guy in the pic might have been protesting as they filled his big belly with lead, but it was clear to see he was secretly enjoying it... as evidenced by the loads of cum dribbling out of his impaled cock!
DeleteYep, the one who put the arrow directly in his bellybutton got all kinds of accolades, hand slaps, back slaps and cheering, holding their fists above their heads like a winning fighter. Throughout history, the navel destroyer was always treated with great respect. After all, that was the center of the target. The bellybutton slayer would be revered, have drinks and dinner served to him afterwards, etc. He was treated with the proper respect. Even his victims respected him for "fuckin' givin' it to me good and proper". Like a tough soldier, the men would usually give him the "uuuhahhhhhhh" groan, his way of letting the slayer know that he had done well, exceeded all expectations in putting the lead or steel dead "fucking" center right in his sexy belly. It was considered good luck for his buddies to kiss him passionately as they rubbed his belly and fingered his navel, afterward. The winner took great pride in such things, and usually came during the hoopla. Hehehe.
DeleteFuck, Dino, now that's the kind of war I'd wanna enlist in! I probably wouldn't last too long with my potbelly sticking out in the open for anyone to shoot, but I'm sure I'd get to take out a few guys with even bigger bellies than mine before I get a bellyfull for myself. Honestly, I'd probably leave the flat-bellied or six-pack-sporting enemies alone... they're eye-candy, for sure, but I'd leave their killing for my comrades who prefer their men flat-bellied. In return, I'd hope they'd save the fat boys for me... point them out on the battlefield so I can shoot them myself, or even capture one and drag him to me so I can stick my bayonet in his guts! Eventually, an enemy who likes potbellied guys will target me... and he'll get to kill me in any way he sees fit, I'd be a good sport about it!
DeleteHehehe. Fuck, yeah! One time, a couple of soldiers got into an argument over who fired the "magic" shot that struck the unlucky ball-bellied kid in his navel. The dying victim was shocked to see his two attackers get into it, and they ended up wrestling chest-to-chest and firing hot lead into one another's bellybutton pointblank. He got some enjoyment in watching the handsome young eye-candy as they sadistically filled each other's fit, rock-hard bellies full of hot burning lead.......and they ended up preceded him in dying, too. LOL
DeleteHaha, that would be the best! Getting shot in my belly, then having two hot guys fight over me because they both wanted the kill, haha. Hopefully after they fill each others bellies full of hot lead, they'll pile on top of me, groaning and moaning their last... or at least hit the dirt close to my own body, so I can cop one last feel of another man's belly before I kick the bucket! I'll take one with thick, hairy abs and the other can have a glistening, smooth-shaven stomach, toned and youthful as it heaves in and out with the boy's dying breath... of course, for me, nothing would beat the nice, plump, firm ball belly of an experienced older gentleman! I could rub, slap and play with his huge gut as he lay dying, and try to shoot my last death-cum into his bellybutton if my aim is good enough! Haha, of course, beggars can't be choosers...
DeleteYeah, I love the vision of the two men clutching their bellies and groaning agony, falling on either side of you, giving you the opportunity to rub their bellies as they suffer. Hehe. You get to "play" with both of them as they die......and they both give you a final belly rub, too, maybe even a passionate kiss on the lips before dying. Each of them still insists that they put that one bullet hole in your bellybutton and they stick their finger in the hole, work them up and down with a little sucking sound for emphasis. Hahaha.
Deletewow, nice
ReplyDeleteRight in his fat pot belly!
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