Fatal belly play

We meet for gluttony and to play with our bellies. Our hard belly fetish brought us together and provided a lot of fun.
You stuff me full of food and beer until my big belly is so hard and bulging it hurts.
"Time to play!" I grunt. You give me some hard punches on the belly button. I flex my abs and stretch my big belly far out. Groaning I enjoy your hard hits in my gut. I'm a taker, you're a giver, that's a perfect match. Then you begin to rub my belly roughly and finger my deep navel hard. I moan in pain and pleasure.
When we are lying on the bed afterwards and my big, painful belly is heaving up and down, you ask me a momentous question.
"Would you let me stab you in the gut with a knife?"
"What???"
"We both know this is one of your hottest fantasies. Do you want to make it come true?"
Just the thought excites me. I rub my fat hairy belly moaning and you start to finger my navel hard again.
"I actually wanted to live a few more years," I grunt.
"A gut stab doesn't have to be fatal. I'll stab you in your intestines, I won't hit your aorta with a knife, you're too fat for that."
"It'll still hurt my guts badly."
"Yes, of course. Do you still want to have this experience?"
Breathing heavily, I rub my big belly. "Yes mate, I want that!"
You pat my belly. "Good boy!"
"Which knife will you use for this?"
You get up, go to the closet and get a hunting knife from a drawer.
"Wow! That's a pretty big blade!"
You laugh. "A big blade for a big belly!"

 I go to you and we rub my big belly moaning.
"Where do you want it?" you whisper in my ear
"Right in my belly button!" I moan excitedly.
"Why did I just guess that?" you grin.
My belly button is my sweet spot, you've had to hurt it so many times because that's what gives me the highest level of satisfaction.
You rub my belly button. "Ready, big bear?"
"Oh yeah..." I moan.
"Then stick your big belly out for me!" I do what you told me.
You carefully insert the blade into my belly button.
"Do it slowly..." I moan excitedly.
"Enjoy it!" you reply and push the knife slowly but relentlessly into my navel.
I can feel the blade slicing through the walls of the navel and the tip poking through the bottom. Briefly it encounters the resistance of the umbilical knot, which it splits. An intense pain shoots through my abdomen, I groan. The blade pierces through the tough layers of muscle and fat until it finally penetrates the abdominal wall and sinks into the intestines. Then the shank of the knife hits my belly.

"Oof..." I hold my badly hurting gut.
"How does it feel?"
"Intense!" I groan. "You got me deep and good, bro!" I lift my big belly a bit to get a better look at the damage. The knife is stuck deep in the heaving abdomen. Then, slowly, step by step, I go to the large mirror next to the bed and look at my violently aching belly. A thin trail of blood runs from the pierced navel.
I press my hands tightly to my bulging tank. The pain gets worse. Groaning, I walk restlessly up and down, my aching belly pushed out far.
You come to me, put your hands on my gut. Excited moaning I press my belly in your hands. You start massaging it, which increases the pain as well as my excitement.

Breathing heavily and moaning, I rub my belly. "Twist the knife in my belly button!"
You massage my gut with increasing pressure. "This will rip your guts real bad."
"I know!" I lean into you, moaning. "Do it! Please..."
You grab the knife handle and twist the blade in my gut.
"Aaaauuughhhhh!!! My guts!"
The pain explodes in my belly, I could feel the blade tearing my guts. That's the moment I realize we've gone a step too far. You fatally wounded my belly.

"Fuck..." I groan. "That was a mistake."
"It ripped your guts too hard?"
"Yeah man... I'm done. I can feel it."
You pat my big paunch comfortingly.
"Then at least you can now do everything with your belly that you always dreamed of. You didn't let it grow so big for nothing. You're already a dead man anyway. So enjoy your death!"
I feel groaning my gut. "You're right. Pull out the knife."
With a quick movement you pull the knife out of my navel.
"Ooouuggghhhh!!!" I bend forward and clutch my belly button. Then I look at the damage. Bloody rags of intestines are pushing out of the deep wound. I take a deep breath, stand up straight and stretch out my big belly towards you.
"Give me some hard quick jabs around the belly button."
You ram the blade into my fat belly again and again.
"Aw... ough... ugh..." I moan and groan as the knife relentlessly stabs me in the gut multiple times. I feel incredible abdominal pain! Panting in pain, I lift my big belly and look at the deep wounds. I count six stabs in my bloodstained belly around the umbilical wound. My big tank hurts so bad. As you begin to finger my pierced navel, the pain becomes so intense that my cock stiffens. You continue to finger my sore guts while I gasp and moan holding my big belly and finally cum with a huge groan.
You pat my fat aching gut. "Well done!"
I groan and lean against you, the pain in my guts making it hard for me to think straight. "I have to lay down." I gasp. "What I want from you now, I can't do otherwise."
Groaning, I clutch my gut and drag myself to the bed, onto which I sink.

You sit down by my side. "I can imagine what you want."
I laugh even though it hurts terribly. "You know me well my friend! And you know all my fantasies..."
"You want me to cut your belly open."
I rub my gut where the pain is raging. "Hell yeah, that's what I want!"
My hand pats my stomach. "Cut my big tank open... from the sternum..." My hand runs down the fat gut to the under belly. "...down to the crotch..."
"What should I cut with? Scissors or a knife?"
I think for a moment, rubbing my aching gut again. "Take the knife. I'm afraid I'm too fat for scissors."
You feel my big belly thoroughly. "You're right, no scissors can cut through this thick layer of fat."
I moan, your groping hands on my aching, badly injured, big belly make me totally horny! "Please... can you massage my gut before you cut it open?"
"Sure my friend."
You massage my wounded tank very intensively and extensively. The pain is totally overwhelming! I gasp, huff and groan, arch back and push my big belly far out. Finally I'm hard again and cum moaning on my fat beargut.
You laugh. "Your fat paunch is totally riddled, but your cock is still horny!" You pat my heaving belly. "Right my friend. Have pleasure while you still can!"

Then you take the hunting knife and tip the blade on my stomach just below the sternum.
"Ready?"
I nod. "Do it!"
You plunge the knife deep into my stomach, which towers over me like a huge dome of fat. I groan in pain. You slowly begin to slit open my fat belly. I gasp and groan, arch back, stretching my belly out far, pressing my hands tightly to the bulging sides. The knife splits the large umbilical wound, opens my lower abdomen and comes to rest just above my crotch. My guts spill out in a bloody gush. I breathe heavily, my open belly rises and falls. I moan like a wounded bear, clutching my bloody guts. I am in agony. And I'm really horny again. I feel my cock getting hard and I know it will be the last time in my life. My moaning gets louder, the wounded gut rises and falls more violently, my cock is harder than ever! My hands dig into my guts, I rear up with a deep groan and cum harder than ever before in my open abdominal cavity.
Then I fall back on the bed, panting. Cramps rage in my gut. Gasping, I struggle for air, clutch my poor belly. I'm slowly losing my mind. I know I'm dying but the fact that I'm dying with my belly slit still excites me so much my cock is still super hard!