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Subject: {ASSM} My Demise - Target Practice (1st, NC, MM~M, bd, oral, anal, viol, snuff)
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"My Demise - Target Practice"

      I'd been divorced for three 
years, and at 43 I had decided women and relationships were just too 
much heavy lifting. I figured I was too young to just give up on having 
sex altogether, though, so I decided it was time to find out what sex 
with a man was like.  Like most guys, I'd thought about it once in 
awhile since I was a kid, but had never acted on those thoughts. Now, 
though, it just seemed like the best way to have a little fun without 
all the extra baggage...and expense!

    It wasn't as easy as I 
assumed it would be, though. I must have read hundreds of personal ads 
before I finally found one worth answering. The vast majority of the ads
 weren't for real; they were just posted by guys who liked to talk dirty
 in print. That got old in a hurry, as did the occasional ad posted by 
some smart-aleck kid who thought it was funny to mess with guys in my 
situation. I did find a fair number of ads that sounded a lot like me: 
divorced guys who wanted to try some new things in life. After 
contacting a few guys like that, it was clear to me that I'd rather have
 my first time be with a guy who wanted to make MY fantasies come true, 
rather than the other way around.

    And then I found the 
"perfect" ad. The guy who placed it, Eric, sounded pleasant (and sane) 
in his emails when I contacted him.  And when I finally talked to him on
 the phone, I knew he'd be perfect for my first experience. He lived a 
half hour's drive out of the city, where no one I knew might recognize 
my car if they saw it parked outside a guy's house for several hours. He
 was just a year younger than me, and said he understood exactly where I
 was coming from. He had a good sense of humor, and wasn't pushy like a 
lot of other guys whose ads I had answered. He said he had a small 
farmhouse with no neighbors, which meant we could have plenty of privacy
 if we decided to have some outdoor fun (which was near the top of my 
wish list). He was even agreeable to my suggestion to meet late at night
 on a weeknight. Perfect! We agreed to meet the following evening.

  
  Eric's house was typical of the kind of small, two-story houses you 
often find out in farm country. As I drove down his unpaved driveway 
toward it, I noticed that he had a couple of small shed-type buildings 
out in back. I pulled in behind his pickup and got out. We'd been in the
 middle of a late-July heat wave for a couple of days, and when I 
stepped out of my car the hot, muggy air hit me. Even though it was 
almost midnight, I guessed it was still upwards of 90, hellish humid, 
and not a hint of a breeze. It was only a few yards from my car to his 
porch, but by the time I'd walked it my short-sleeve oxford shirt was 
already damp with sweat. I rang the bell. "Here we go," I thought...

  
  Eric answered the door. He was a little taller than my 6'2", but a lot
 more athletic-looking. His blue eyes twinkled as he smiled and said 
"Michael, right? Come on in!" His smile matched his telephone voice, 
warm and friendly. He had on a black t-shirt and well-worn jeans.

    
 As he led me into his living room, I noticed that he was barefoot. I 
felt a tingle in my groin. Bare feet had been a turn-on for me for as 
long as I could remember. Had I mentioned that to him in one of our 
conversations? I couldn't recall...

    He went to the kitchen 
and came back with a couple of beers. I took mine eagerly, figuring a 
little alcohol would help relax me. I was still awfully nervous, even 
though I had gotten up the nerve to get this far...

    Eric must
 have figured as much, since he sat on the opposite end of the sofa 
while we talked. It started out with the usual small talk, and then we 
began to discuss what had brought me all the way out here. He nodded 
knowingly when I told him about the other guys I'd contacted, and how I 
wanted my first time to be with someone who wanted to make sure I 
experienced the things that I wanted to do. "Hell, I was the same way 
when I first started," he said. "I got lucky and found somebody who did 
me the way I wanted to be done. I'm just paying it forward now, you 
know?" I was about to answer when the doorbell rang...

     Eric 
made a wry face. "Who the hell could that be at this time of night? 
You're the only appointment on my schedule!" He laughed that laugh of 
his, and I joined him. He went around the corner and I heard the front 
door open. Then voices...

    "Hey,Jerry. You should have called. I've got a...guest."
    "Sorry, man. Didn't mean to interrupt anything," Jerry said.
    "Well, as long as you're here you might as well come in for a minute and grab a brew."
    "You sure?"
    "Hell, yeah, Michael's cool, he won't mind."

    
 After a moment they walked around the corner into the living room. 
Jerry was about my height, wearing a plaid short-sleeve cotton shirt, 
jeans, and sneakers. Like Eric, he had the look of a guy who worked out 
pretty regularly. Jerry smiled, and said "Sorry, man, I didn't know." 
Eric laughed and said "That car parked behind my truck didn't give you a
 clue?"
    Jerry smiled sheepishly. "Well, I wasn't payin' that much
 attention. My bad." Then he looked over at me. "Name's Jerry," he said 
extending his hand. I stood and shook it. "I can be kind of a dumbass 
sometimes. Don't worry, though. I know the score. In fact, that's how 
Eric and I met!"

     "What do you mean?" I said.  How would Jerry know what I was doing in Eric's living room?

    
 "I saw Eric's ad online a few months ago, and I answered it the day 
after my divorce became final.  Eric was my first time with a guy, so 
I'm pretty sure I know how you feel," he said.  "Everything's cool.  I 
know how to keep a secret," he said, winking.

     I was trying 
to think of something to say when Eric came back from the kitchen with 
Jerry's beer, and said "Michael, I know this is pretty unexpected, but 
since you've come all this way, I hope this doesn't mean we can't...you 
know, have some fun. Hell, if I give Jerry a brew he might want to party
 with us!"

     "Well...I don't know," I said. A threesome?

    
 "Come on, man," Jerry said, "you're here, Eric's willing, and I'd be 
happy to help you get your feet wet. Or if you'd rather, I can split 
right now. Totally your call."

     I looked over at Eric. "Up to
 you, Michael," he said. "But take my word for it, it'd be better with 
three." And he smiled that great smile...

     "Is outside still okay?" I asked. I really wanted that to be a part of this, and hoped Jerry would be okay with it.

     "Sure," Eric said. "Jerry and I both like it better that way, don't we, Jerry?"
     "Absolutely," Jerry said. "Especially when it's this fucking hot outside," he grinned.

  
  "Look," Eric continued, "why don't we just finish our beers, go 
outside, and I'll show you what I have set up. If you don't like what 
you see, no harm no foul. Would that be fair? I don't want you to feel 
like you have to do anything you're not comfortable with."

    I 
had to admit, it seemed pretty reasonable. I took a pull on my beer. 
"Well, like I said in my emails, I've been thinking about this for a 
long time. I don't have a lot of inhibitions left at my age, but if 
you'll promise I don't have to do anything I don't want to do..."

    
 "Of course not," Eric said. He took up his former spot on the sofa, 
while Jerry plopped down in a padded recliner nearby. We drank our 
beers, and had a pretty good chat about women, sex, sports...all the 
usual "guy" topics. Jerry seemed like a good guy, just like Eric. And 
Eric's bare feet were getting me in the right mood...

    When he
 finished his beer, Eric stood and said "C'mon, follow me and we'll head
 out the back way." He headed down a hallway off the living room. Jerry 
smiled, and made an "after you" gesture. I followed Eric down the hall, 
Jerry right behind me. Eric opened a small screen door that led onto his
 back porch, and gestured me through. The porch was screened-in, with a 
couple of Adirondack chairs and a small table off to one side. Back 
outside, away from the air conditioning, the heat got me perspiring 
again in seconds.

     When Jerry had followed me onto the porch,
 Eric joined us, closing the door behind him. "If I could make a 
suggestion," he said, "why don't we get undressed here on the porch? 
That way, our clothes won't get all dirty."
    "Uh...okay," I said. "I hadn't thought of that." Jerry just joined Eric in getting undressed without saying anything. 
      
    "Jerry, Michael here told me he's never had sex outdoors before."
    "No shit? That true, Michael?"
    "Yeah. I always wanted to try it, but my wife shot down the idea every time I brought it up."
    "Ain't that just like a woman?" Jerry grinned. "Always tryin' to spoil our fun!"

    
 We all got a good chuckle out of that. We were all naked at this point,
 and I was getting my first look at Eric's body. (We had decided against
 exchanging nude pictures before the first meeting.) Eric hadn't lied in
 his personal ad. He was well-muscled and in good shape. Knowing he was 
blond, I was a little surprised to see that his chest and belly were 
covered in fine, blond hair. I had always thought blond guys were mostly
 hairless. His cut cock was still limp, but even in that state I figured
 he'd have no trouble living up to the eight inches he'd mentioned in 
his ad.

     Jerry was had short-cropped black hair, like Eric's,
 and his chest and belly were thick with wiry-looking black hair as 
well. Like bare feet, body hair was a turn-on for me. And, like Eric, he
 was cut, which I was glad for. His cock was showing signs of arousal, 
and was thicker than Eric's, if not quite as long.

    I felt a 
little self-conscious as I noticed they were checking my nude body out, 
too. I was a red-headed Irishman, and a lifelong nerd. My pale body, 
relatively hairless body and lack of muscles didn't seem to faze either 
of them, judging by the way they were looking at me, though. "Damn, man,
 that is some kind of red hair down there, boy!" laughed Jerry, as Eric 
grinned. I smiled sheepishly, and when I looked down I noticed that my 
cock was fully aroused...

    Then I said "You guys don't have 
any tan lines." Eric laughed. "What can I say, we like being outdoors in
 our birthday suits. After you've tried it, you'll know what I mean. 
Let's go." He opened the screen door that led outside and we all stepped
 off the porch into the backyard. It was a clear night, and a full moon,
 but I was surprised how much I could see as we moved away from the 
porch. The heat and humidity was still doing its thing, too, and our 
bodies soon glistened with sweat in the moonlight...

    With 
Eric leading the way, we walked away from the house and toward some 
trees about thirty yards from the back porch. As we passed the utility 
buildings, Eric said "Grab the bag, will you, Jerry?" "Sure," Jerry 
said, as he headed to one of the small wooden buildings. Eric and I kept
 walking straight ahead.

    "The bag?" I asked. Eric said "Just a few things that'll come in handy."
    "Oh, okay."

  
  The grass in Eric's yard had been mowed recently, and the smell 
brought back a lot of childhood memories. So did the feel of the dirt 
and grass under my bare feet. The guys were right: there's something 
special about being naked outdoors...

    "You're diggin' it, 
aren't you?" said Eric, smiling. "Told you so." He nudged my erection 
with his hand as we walked. His touch was electric. It was the first 
time anyone had touched me there since my marriage had ended. I could 
never remember feeling more aroused...

    "Well, here we are," 
Eric said. We stood facing a couple of mature oaks, with a bare patch of
 dirt between them. And I noticed there was what looked like some sort 
of chin-up bar supported by a sturdy-looking steel frame between the two
 oaks. "Helps keep me in shape...and well-tanned," Eric said with a 
smile. "I'll bet," I said.    

    Eric laughed, then walked over
 and jumped up, grabbing the bar, which must have been at least nine 
feet off the ground. As he did a few pull-ups he said "Remember how you 
told me you didn't have many inhibitions left at your age?"
    "Um...yeah, sure," said.
    "Cool. Keep that in mind when Jerry gets here."

    I didn't know what that meant, but I was enjoying watching his nude body working out on the bar too much to care...

    A tap on my shoulder startled me a bit. It was Jerry, carrying a large, black duffel.
  
  "Sorry, man, didn't mean to scare you." He looked over at Eric as he 
sat the bag down and said "Ain't he somethin'?" I agreed that he was.

  
  When he saw Jerry, Eric did one more pull-up and then dropped to the 
ground.  "Whoo!" he said. "That felt good!" His body now dripped with 
sweat, the fine hairs on his chest and belly matted with his 
perspiration. He looked at me and said "You ready to get started?"

  
  "Yes," I said. "But you're crazy if you think I'm doing any push-ups."
 That got a big laugh from both Eric and Jerry. "Naw, nothing like 
that," Eric said. "Show him, Jerry."

    Jerry reached into the 
duffel and came out holding a couple of objects I didn't recognize. 
"Ever hear of gravity boots?" Eric asked. "Well, yeah," I said. "Never 
seen any, though."
    "Want to give 'em a try?" said Jerry. "No 
problem if you don't." I looked at Eric, who was smiling that smile 
again. What the hell, I thought. "Sure. What do I do?"
    "I'll put 
'em on you while Eric adjusts the bar," Jerry said. And with that, he 
set about attaching the boots around my ankles. They were padded, and 
didn't feel tight even after he had finished locking their straps. While
 he was doing that, Eric had gone over to the frame holding up the bar, 
and was cranking on a lever I hadn't noticed was there. As he did so, 
the bar lowered, until it was about five feet off the ground. Eric 
lowered the lever, then checked to make sure the bar was locked in its 
new position. "Ready here," he said.

    Jerry led me over to the
 bar. "What you want to do," he said, "is lean back and let me hold you 
up while Eric attaches your feet to the bar." He walked behind me, and 
put his arms underneath mine, clasping his hands on my chest. "Go ahead,
 now, lean back. I've got you." I did as he said. Eric then picked up my
 feet, placing one on each of his shoulders. Then he lifted my left foot
 up until the boot reached the bar, and clamped it to the bar, checking 
to make sure it had locked. He repeated the process with my other foot, 
then said "Now I'm going to raise the bar up some, okay?" I nodded my 
agreement, and he went back to the lever, turning it in the opposite 
direction. Slowly, the bar began to go up. As it did, Jerry walked me 
closer to it. Eventually, the bar was high enough off the ground that he
 figured I would clear the ground easily, and he gently turned me loose.
 I was now hanging upside down, my nude body gleaming in the moonlight. 
Not exactly how I'd imagined the evening going, but pretty exciting...

  
  "Feels good, don't it?" asked Jerry, as he rummaged for something in 
the duffel. "You can let your arms dangle if that feels more 
comfortable." When I did, I noticed that they missed touching the ground
 by a few inches. Jerry pulled something out of the bag. It was a large 
wooden ball attached to a forked handle. "You're gonna love this," he 
said. He walked behind me and began rolling the ball up and down my 
spine. He reached around and put his hand on my belly to steady me and 
pressed the ball a bit harder as it rolled. It felt amazing!

   
 I heard Eric laughing. "He's damned good with that thing, isn't he?" 
Eric was standing a few feet in front of me, stroking his erection. It 
was pretty funny to watch upside down. "Yeah, he is. He should charge me
 for this!"

    Jerry's hand went from my belly to my throbbing 
cock, which he gave a light squeeze. "Don't worry, brother, I'll be 
gettin' paid!" We all laughed.

    Eric walked over to me while 
Jerry continued my back rub. My face was the same height as his crotch, 
and his dick was now fully hard. "Would you like me to put this in your 
mouth?" he asked. "Yes," I said. He put the head against my lips and 
waited. When I opened them he pushed in a bit. "No rush. Get used to how
 it feels. Open wider when you're ready." His cock felt hot as I ran my 
tongue around it. After a bit I opened my mouth as wide as I could, and 
he gently slid most of his length inside. Having a guy's hard cock in my
 mouth was nothing like I thought it would be; it was better. I reached 
out and began to run my hands up and down Eric's thighs. The hair on his
 legs was very soft...

    After I'd been sucking him a bit, I 
felt his mouth going down on my erection. He was a LOT better at this 
than I was. I had had blow jobs before, but never from someone who 
actually seemed to enjoy it!

    After awhile, Eric softly said 
"Stop." I did, and he took his cock out of my mouth and stepped back. I 
hadn't noticed much when Jerry had stopped with the massage, but now he 
was standing over by the control lever. Eric reached down and got hold 
of me the way Jerry had, and said "Okay, ready." Jerry began working the
 lever, and the bar slowly lowered. Eric backed up to keep my upper body
 off the ground. When the bar was only four feet or so off the ground, 
Jerry locked the lever down and switched places with Eric, who ducked 
down and came back up between my legs. He turned as pushed my feet a bit
 farther apart on the bar, then turned back toward me. "What's going to 
happen now is, I'm going to fuck you, while you blow Jerry. You okay 
with that?" Eric said. "Yes," I said. "Just go slow, okay...I'm a 
virgin, remember?" Eric chuckled. "Not for long!"

    Jerry 
adjusted his position so that his arms went around my ribs and his hands
 locked in the middle of my back. That left me looking up at his hard 
cock. He straightened slightly, so that my face drew closer. I tilted my
 head back slightly, and with a shift in his stance he was able to guide
 himself into my mouth. He was so much thicker than Eric I was only able
 to get about half of his shaft in me. "Let me do most of the work, 
okay" Jerry said. He began to slowly thrust and withdraw. While he was 
doing that I felt the hot tip of Eric's cock touch my anus. It was slick
 with something, too. Eric put his hands on my inner thighs and pushed 
gently, opening me up a bit more. Then he stepped forward a little, and I
 felt his cock pushing into me. My sphincter tightened a couple of 
times, but he held himself inside me, and as I clenched the second time 
he pushed steadily, not stopping until his cock was completely inside 
me. He held it there for awhile, until my sphincter stopped contracting.
 Then he began to pump his hips in and out, slowly at first, then with a
 bit more energy. "This is what it's like to be fucked by a man, 
Michael. And unless I miss my guess, you're about to find out what cum 
tastes like, too. Just like I promised you would."

    He was 
right. Jerry had closed his eyes, and was groaning as I got the hang of 
sucking him. Finally, I felt his thick cock stiffen and swell even more,
 pinning my tongue against my jaw. I felt his hot cum spurting against 
the back of my throat, and I swallowed, then swallowed again as he kept 
spurting. Then Jerry slid his cock out of my mouth and held it near my 
lips. After the last few spasms, I had a large gob of his cum on my lips
 and chin. It tasted warm and salty when I parted my lips to let it 
drizzle in, but other than that I was surprised to learn it really 
didn't have much of what I would call a "flavor."

    As I lapped
 the last dollop of cum from the head of Jerry's penis, I noticed that 
Eric had stopped fucking me, and as he slid his dick out of me I said 
"You didn't come, did you?" He laughed, and said "Not yet. Soon, 
though." He turned around and unlatched the boots from the bar one at a 
time, one hand behind a knee so my leg wouldn't just drop. When I had 
both feet on the ground again, he and Jerry stood me upright. "Stand 
still for a minute," Jerry said, "you'll be a little dizzy at first." He
 was right. As I stood there I wobbled just a bit. Jerry walked over to 
the lever and began to raise the bar again, stopping when it was about 
six feet off the ground. While he was doing that, Eric was taking the 
boots off my ankles. "Time to try right-side-up, now," he said. "These 
things work just as well on wrists as they do on ankles. He quickly 
attached one boot to each of my wrists, then backed me over to where 
Jerry had raised the bar.

    "This won't be uncomfortable," Eric
 said as he clamped my wrists to the pipe. He had placed the boots about
 my shoulder-width apart. "It will feel the same as if you were hanging 
at the bottom of a pull-up. Your shoulders will take the weight just 
fine." Before I could say anything, Jerry worked the lever and the bar 
began to rise. "Just relax," Eric said. "Let the bar lift you." I did as
 he asked. Jerry worked the lever until my toes were three or four 
inches off the ground. I could feel it in my shoulders a bit, but 
nothing bad, as long as it didn't go on for very long...

   
 Jerry went over to the duffle, and came up holding what looked like a 
couple of old-fashioned torches, like the kind the angry townfolk always
 have in the horror movies. "Let's have a little light for this part," 
he said. He planted each torch in the ground a few feet from where I was
 hanging, and about six feet apart from each other. While he was doing 
that, Eric went to the duffel and came out with a lighter. When he was 
sure the torches were firmly planted, he lit them. Once they were going,
 the added light made me squint for a bit. Jerry said "I'll go get the 
gear, okay?" Eric nodded to him, and he walked back in the direction of 
the utility buildings. I couldn't see him anymore after his first few 
steps; the light from the torches basically killed my night vision...

  
  "Okay, so what now? What's Jerry going to get?" I asked. "Our archery 
gear," Eric answered with a smile. "Uh...what?" I said. "Our archery 
gear, dumbass. We're going to use you for a little target practice!" I 
thought he was joking. "That's not very funny, Eric," I said.  "Not 
meant to be," he said, his voice suddenly cold and harsh.  He reached 
down into the duffle again as I sputtered "Wha...what??? What the fuck 
are you saying? I did everything you asked me to do, what the hell is 
wrong with you? You can't just kill me!"

    "The hell we can't. 
Done it a few times already, with other dumb city saps just like you. No
 big deal," he said. In his hands he had some sort of long metal rod, 
with a small loop on one end, and a couple of plastic straps like the 
cops use nowadays instead of handcuffs sometimes. He knelt down at my 
feet and forced my ankles together. "Kick me and you'll regret it," he 
said. I was speechless. He used one of the plastic ties to bind my 
ankles together. Then he jabbed the metal rod deep into the ground, 
until all you could see was the loop. That done, he passed the other tie
 between my ankles, ran it through the loop, then fastened it tight. He 
stood and walked over toward the lever...

    "Are you out of 
your mind," I yelled. "You'll never get away with this." He laughed as 
he began working the lever. "Hell, man, we've already gotten away with 
it plenty of times. Nothin' special about you." He raised the bar until 
my body was pulled taut, then locked the lever down. "And yelling won't 
do you any good out here in the boonies, either," he said, "but suit 
yourself. Makes no difference to us either way." He stood in front of me
 again, and ran a hand over my belly. "Nice and tight," he said. 
"Helluva target." Then he grabbed my cock, which in spite of everything 
going on was still hard. "Your dick doesn't seem to be afraid," he said 
with a chuckle. I couldn't help myself. The sight of me stretched out, 
nude, sweat glistening in the flickering light of the torches 
was...well, it was exciting...

    Eric gave my cock a couple of 
strokes, then went back over to the duffel. When he came up this time he
 had what looked like a felt-tip marker in his right hand. He removed 
the cap as he stepped back over to me. He knelt on one knee, and used 
the marker to make a large dot a midway between my belly-button and my 
dick. The marker was red, and he made the dot about three inches in 
diameter. He stood, put the cap back on the marker, and tossed it in the
 bag. "What...what's that for?" I asked. "I think you know," he said. 
"Don't worry, though. We're using target tips on the arrows, so they 
won't hurt that much." I could hear him chuckling as he walked out of 
the torchlight into the darkness...

    My eyes had adjusted to 
the light from the torches, so I couldn't see Eric anymore after he'd 
taken a few steps away. I was scared, my mind racing, but somehow 
exhilirated too. My cock was hard enough to hammer nails with. Then I 
heard Eric's voice in the distance as he spoke to Jerry...

   
 "Okay, man, you can have first shot. You know the rules. Closest to the
 target wins, loser has to dump the body." The body??? My God, they 
really WERE going to kill me! Before I could even scream, I felt a sharp
 sting as the first arrow slammed into my belly. I looked down, and saw 
that Jerry's aim was a couple of inches too high, and to his left.  I 
wanted to kick, or turn my body somehow, but I was stretched too tight. 
The arrow had a green shaft with white fletching, and it wiggled 
slightly as my breathing grew more rapid. I bled from the wound, but it 
was a small enough hole that it only formed a single, trickling line...

  
  I was still looking down in amazement when Eric's first arrow, 
red-shafted, hit me. He was was high left, too, but only by an inch or 
so. "Damn it," I heard him say, "I really need to practice more often." 
As I heard Jerry laughing, I watched as now two streams of blood made 
their way down my right leg. The blood felt hot when it reached my bare 
toes, and began dripping onto the ground...

    Jerry's second 
shot slammed into me, high like his first one but on the other side of 
the target by a couple of inches this time. "You over-corrected," I 
heard Eric say. "Let's see you do better," said Jerry. Before the blood 
flowing from Jerry's last shot had even reached my left knee, Eric's 
second arrow plowed into my belly directly below the target, too low by a
 couple of inches. Blood pumped in a steady trickle from the new wound, 
and in a couple of seconds had flowed down to my cock, forming a slow 
trickle that dripped from my glans...

    Jerry's third arrow was
 dead-center on the target, but still about an inch too high. "Good 
shot, man!" I heard Eric say. "I'd better get serious." The blood flow 
from Jerry's near-miss joined with that from Eric's last shot, pumping 
out enough blood between them to completely cover my cock in a few 
seconds. The dripping from its head became a thin, steady flow...

  
  I felt pain in my lower belly where the arrows had pierced me, but not
 as much as I would have thought. Shock? Blood loss? Before I had time 
to think about it much, I saw Eric's third shot slam into me, almost 
dead-center on the target. "Got him!" Eric yelled. "Game over, you 
lose!" 
    "Okay, okay," said Jerry. "Remember, nobody likes a gloater." I heard their bare feet padding toward me...

  
  My brain couldn't comprehend what it was seeing. This was supposed to 
just be a little friendly sex, but now here I was, hanging naked in the 
torchlight, half a dozen arrows in my lower belly and my life's blood 
seeping out of the wounds...

    Eric and Jerry walked into the 
circle of torchlight, and stood there a moment admiring their 
markmanship. "Damn," said Jerry, "my last one almost had you beat." 
"Yeah," said Eric, "that was a good one. Maybe next time you'll finally 
beat me." Next time???

    Eric walked over to the duffel, 
reached into it, and came out with a hunting knife. Now what, I 
wondered. He stepped over to me, knelt down, and cut the plastic tie 
from my ankles. I wanted to kick him, but I was so weak from the blood 
I'd lost that my legs just dangled helplessly, my feet and toes now 
dripping blood steadily...

    As Eric stood and walked around 
behind me, Jerry walked over and began pulling the arrows out of my 
belly. Amazingly, I felt almost nothing as he did so. The arrows made a 
faint sucking sound as he pulled them out, but did no further damage. I 
guess Eric was right about target tips...

    Jerry took a couple
 of steps back after he had pulled out the last of the arrows. From 
behind me, Eric put his left hand on my stomach and pulled me against 
his warm body. Then he brought the knife around with his right hand, and
 held it out where I could see it. The flickering light from the torches
 danced off it's polished surface. It looked VERY sharp...

   
 "Here's what's gonna happen now, asshole," Eric said. "You'll be dead 
in a few minutes. Then we're going to take you down off the bar, and cut
 off your head and hands. That makes it just about impossible for the 
cops to ID you if they ever find your body. Jerry lost, so before the 
sun comes up he'll have to drive your dumb, dead carcass out into the 
country someplace and dump you in a ditch or something. And even if 
someone finds you, what are the cops gonna have to work with? Just a 
naked guy with no head or hands and a belly full of holes. No way they 
solve that. Before we get to that part, though, I'm going to fuck you in
 the ass again. See, you'd die eventually from blood loss, but Jerry and
 I haven't got all night, so while I'm pluggin' you he's gonna help 
things along just a bit. He's going to slice that white Irish belly of 
yours wide open! Take the knife, Jerry." Jerry took the knife, and stood
 maybe a foot away. He was grinning...

    I felt Eric's hands 
spreading my buttocks, and then he was pushing his rigid cock into me. 
No going slow this time. It didn't hurt, though. In fact, my cock even 
got a little harder as Eric began to pump his into me. "Dude, look at 
that!" said Jerry. "Everything we done to him, and he's still hard as a 
rock!"
    Eric was breathing more heavily when he said "You know, 
Jerry, I read somewhere that a couple of seconds before a man dies, 
he'll come one last time, for some reason. You believe that?"
   
 Jerry chuckled. "Well, none of the others did, but it'd be a hell of 
thing if he did, wouldn't it?" Eric's hands were on my hips, holding me 
still while he fucked me. He began to pump harder, and as he did he slid
 his left hand down across my lower belly. I felt his middle finger 
pressing down near where he figured the target was. Then he found the 
wound where the winning shot had gone in, and he plunged his finger deep
 into it. It must have excited him, because he began pumping as hard as 
he could, his breathing rapid and shallow. "Get...ready...Jerry," he 
gasped. A few seconds later he pulled his hand out of the hole in my 
belly, and grabbed my left hip. I felt him thrust one last time, and he 
held me tight against him with both hands. I felt his cock throbbing 
inside me, then felt his hot cum spurting into me. My own cock, now 
completely covered in blood, was as hard as I'd ever seen it...

    "Okay, Jerry," Eric gasped. "I've got him. Do your thing."
  
  "My pleasure," Jerry grinned. He took a step closer to me, and brought
 the tip of the knife up against my belly, just below my belly-button. 
He pressed the tip into me until it broke the skin, and another trickle 
of blood headed toward the ground. He didn't push the knife in the rest 
of the way, to my surprise. Instead, he drew it downward slowly, and as 
he did so the half-inch or so inside me parted my belly flesh like it 
was butter. More blood. Jerry stopped the downward cut when he reached 
my pubic bone, and drew out the blade. I felt my intestines moving, 
pushing toward the opening Jerry had made. "Needs one more cut," he 
said. And with that he stuck the tip of the knife in where the bottom of
 my belly met my left hip. "Hold him still, Eric," he said. Eric gripped
 my hips more firmly, and pushed his still-rigid cock deeper into me. 
Jerry made the second cut, pulling the knife slightly down to make a 
shallow crescent that rose to where my belly and right hip came 
together.

    "That ought to do it," Jerry said, "if you give him
 a little help." I heard Eric chuckle as he said "Sure," and he began to
 pump my ass again. As he did, my intestines began to slide out of me. 
They weren't pink. They were kind of a grayish-white, and slimy. Don't 
know why I thought they'd be pink...

    Eric gave me one more 
hard thrust, and it caused my bowels to slip out quickly. "Come around 
here, Eric, you've got to see this," Jerry said. I felt Eric's cock 
pulling out of me, his cum dribbling down my legs and mixing with my 
blood on the ground at my feet. I looked down to see what Jerry thought 
was so interesting, and saw that my intestines were draped over my 
bloody, rigid cock on both sides, neither loop quite reaching the 
ground. Hot as it was outside, my bowels still steamed as they hung 
there, held up by the last erection I'd ever have. Eric was right...I 
felt a familiar tightening in my groin, and I watched in amazement as my
 poor, blood-covered cock flexed upward a couple of times and began to 
spurt, bucking up against the bowels draped over it. I was still coming 
when I lost consciousness... 		 	   		  

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