Date: Wed, 23 Apr 2008 08:54:05 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO : BLADE 1-3

Blade was a time traveler with some hair on his chest but not much. He
liked the fact that in his time, 3669 AD, Earthlings walked around nearly
naked or just plain naked and most of the people left were male. Women got
smart and left the planet in huge spaceships with some of the men they
could get to go with them.

Blade felt trapped however. In this time, peace reigned. Peace was all
there was. Peaceful love making, peaceful jobs, peace. Peace was fine for
reality but Blade loved fantasy. He loved action and got an adrenalin rush
every time he snuck in old vid movies that were now illegal--DEADLY PREY,
DAMON AND PYTHIAS, THE GLADIATORS KILL EACH OTHER and its sequel THE
GLADIATORS KILL EACH OTHER AGAIN! and you get the idea.

Killing was not allowed, not that he wanted to kill anyone really. He just
wanted to role play it. He even obtained a fake dagger to do so, one with
points on the side of the long metal blade. It was supposed to go into the
hilt when pressed on someone. He never tried it out on anyone else since it
would mean he would be arrested and put in jail for the rest of his
life...alone forever, the worst. Not like jail of old which he would have
welcomed, all those sweaty guys with nothing to do but survive and work out
on hard big bodies...or knife each other and rape each other. It would have
been heaven. But no! Here, jail was solitary for life, you were supposed to
meditate forever on how violence sucks and once the brain monitors
registered your peaceful fantasies, you were let out.

Of course, he had to avoid that. Other than wanting to act out killing,
Blade as he called himself, a muscular mix of Hispanic and Italian, was a
genius. He had learned a long time ago to bend time using machinery he and
his fellow scientists had access to. He wanted to travel into time. He told
he fellows it was to spread more peace into the past and the future and
possibly other worlds, other times, other universes even. In reality, it
was to go and observe the violence that was: the Roman gladiators and wars,
the attacks on the Jews through the years, Christian crucfixtions, The
Crusades, the range wars, the indian wars before white man, etc, etc.

And now he was ready. He wore only a thinnest of string bikini briefs and
readied himself to go back into time.



PART ONE OVER, PART TWO CUMMING.



Anyhow, Blade lifted his tiny box in his right hand and picked up the
dagger in his other hand. He knew deep down he would not just observe. He
would join in. He had to choose a warm spot. Florida, perhaps in the time
the Spanish were battling it out with the Natives. His kind, Hispanic.
He'll join in with either side, killing as many as he could. No, he
thought, I can't do that. I can't kill. I will just watch. Maybe get a few
survivors and escape with them into the cliffs. Or swamps. Or whatever.
Part of his thrill was the unpredicability of it all. Let's face it, the
future was kind and peaceful and comfortable but it was downright boring.
He knew what would happen every day of every moment and he would live for
2000 years now that way. Sheer hell. Man had found a way to prolong life.
Of course, if one were still hurt or stabbed, for instance, one would die.
Just old age wasn't a big deal anymore and preservation made one look as
young as one wanted for all 2000 years.

Good, right?

Wrong. Boredom set in after the first 50 extra years. He was now 120 years
old and bored to tears every day of his life. But he, unlike many, had the
means to get away. Deep down he knew he would take those survivors and act
out the fights. He knew they were all violent and he knew they would
graciously act out with him.

But deeper down, in his gut, he knew he would join in. Fuck survivors, fuck
peace. He would not act out shit. He would kill or be killed or both. And
not knowing gave him a hard on under his skimpy briefs, making them wet
with exposure and outlining his promenint member.

He set the time and date. He held his dagger.

Blade vanished from the cosy apartment penthouse room and appeared...

...in another apartment room.

  He saw a shielf on the wall. A crisscrossed couple of sabres on another
wall. A door out he thought. A closed door to a bedroom. Shit, he thought,
I overshot by several hundred years or something. This looked like...
1998. He knew his history well. It wasn't as gloriusly barbaric as he
wanted, hoped for, longed for, but it might do. He looked around. It felt
warm so it was probably Florida and out a window he saw a bayou not
far. Maybe even summer. This person in this apartment had an air
conditioner but it was off. And it was hot. Very hot.

He heard moans from the bedroom area. He went to the door and saw it was
shut. He slowly turned it and opened the door just a crack, his hand ready
on the blade. Inside, he saw a male, about 23, well muscled but not as
muscled as he. Very thin and somewhat ribby but not unattractively so. Well
defined. He male was leaning on his back on an unmade bed and putting what
looked like a dagger to his ringed belly button. And itw as hot. Blade
watched as the male, dark haired, dark faced, a mix of nationalities
himself probably, held both hands on the dagger and slowly moved it
downward. The man was in a loin cloth, one he had seen worn by hot
temperate living Native Americans, held only by a string around both parts,
so that the male's buttock sides were shown and his tight but tender and
smooth body was all but totally revealed.

Blade stroked his penis which he moved out of his bikini briefs. It was
dripping wildly with pre cum which seemed to want to drip totally off his
thick mushroomic head but kept bouncing back up only to tug some more on
the line that came down. Finally, a goo mess tugged loose from it and
landed on the light tan carpet. More followed. Blade watched some more.

The male seemed to sense something and jumped up from the bed and headed
toward the door, "Who...who's there?"

Blade was thrown for a moment. He backed off the door even though he wanted
to take in the full beauty of this warrior as he stood, abs of beauty with
a ringed, ridged belly button that looked ripe for stabbin. He turned to
find a place to hide but there was none. The male inside had a good grip on
his dagger and Blade had spied that before he backed away.

But why was he backing away? He looked at the swords on the wall, the set
of daggers in a glass box on a small table in the corner of the room, a
huge painting on the ceiling of the room of two men, shirtless, fighting in
a Roman arena, other dead men around them, dead or dying, holding their
ripped, torn bellies with both hands---that is if they could get to them,
for some of these dying ones had weapons stickin out of their bellies,
mostly the belly buttons but some had weapons about an inch or two above
that, protruding wildly out of their ab hills. This guy was obviously just
as much a fan of fightin as he was. This was it. Not quite an Aztec
massacre but it will do. Man to man. Lover of fights to lover of
fights. Lover to lover.

The young dude emerged from the bedroom and stared in shock at the well
endowed Blade before him. Blade eased the time machine box down slowly
while holding the dagger in his other hand. He locked the knife blade into
place, a little attachment of his own which made it a full fledged knife
now. For the sun gleaming in through the quickly fogging windows (from the
heat off both our bodies) showed Blade this guy's piece was real. Real and
big. Both pieces. And the guy was dripping with pre cum from out of his
fringe loin cloth.

END OF PART TWO.


The thin stud who came out of the room held his dagger at the ready in his
right hand. Blade overcame his intial shock and saw this guy was even more
hairless than him. His face was dark but his taut tight body was a bit more
pale and there was almost no hair on the stomach, chest, side of legs, and
none at all on the back that he could tell, for they circled each other.

"I don't know who you are," the thin beauty said, "...but I can tell what
you are looking for."

"And you are going to get it," Blade told him. They clashed. Blade held the
right wrist of the guy while the guy held Blade's knife arm. For one so
young and so little, he was damned strong. He forced Blade backward. The
guy moved his hand up Blade's arm and to his wrist as Blade forced the
knife to the guy's chest but merely knicked it, a small red mark on it now
from Blade's blade.

Blade was intent on getting it back there and maybe dragging it down to the
guy's seemingly smooth soft belly where he knew hard cords would be waiting
his point underneath. But the guy suddenly let go of Blade's wrist. Blade
was caught totally off guard by this and he liked that. While Blade's jaw
caught the full force of a punch, his own knife hand was now free to bury
the blade into the belly of the guy. He brought the knife down but at the
same time his point merely stratched the in between area of the guy's pec
and went down to cause a bit more damages in the soft area between ribs,
the guy moved back while also landing his punch. The punch spiraled Blade
backward over a glass coffee table and he landed with his bare, bony back
on the couch at the wall under the crossed swords. Stunned he had not
realized he dropped his dagger on the couch back top.

The other guy didn't waste time looking at his wounds. He dove forward to
the couch and drove his dagger deep into Blade's belly button while using
his left hand, for now, to hold Blade's right arm down. Blade arched and
then his ribs stuck out, his curved belly went down and his lower male
belly tightened. He tried to make his upper body get away from the pain but
this only succeeded in making the pain worse, stretching his belly and
chest even more. His chest rose, his stomach went in, partly caved in by
the steel rod sticking in him and partly from his own movements trying to
get away from it but there was no getting away. It would soon be stickin
couch under his bare back. The guy stickin him had pulled off his bikini
briefs now and he was totally naked. He also pulled off his own loin
cloth. Both naked men were about to erupt with cum.

The guy stabbing him moved fast and gripped the penis of the writhing
Blade, using the blade in Blade as a lever to hold onto while he jerked
Blade over and over, rubbing, a bit softly, then harder and harder with
each thrust of Blade's pain soaked body---the pain point centered on the
dagger in his navel and went to a head there and into his belly and went
right through him into the couch beneath. The guy stabbin didn't relent, he
kept the plunging. He also kept the hand job going until just a few seconds
before eruption, then roughly thrust his hand away from the penis shaft.

A tremendous blast of white cum, so fast it almost couldn't be seen,
rocketed out of the penis and shot over the couch, a second blast shot over
the dying, squirming Blade's head. Another spring action shot caught Blade
on the side of his left cheek, part of his hair on the left side, and the
tail end of the cum comet draped across his neck on the left side.

The guy giggled, "Enjoyin this as much as I am doing it!"

There was little blood ....yet. The knife was pushing in so much that it
contained the
 blood. Just for now. Blood would pool later with white cum still ejecting
itself out of Blade's sex blade.

Blade looked up, moving his head to see the knife in him. It looked so
cool. As he looked up, his penis, still firing, caught him full in the
face, he blinked. The free hand of the killer wiped it off his nose and
eyes. Then went back to holding his arm down.

A few more squirts piled drove out and then cascaded like a water slide
ride at an amusement down the tight slightly upraised curve just above
penis and below belly button--or previous belly button---clumped down the
curve of the belly button area and some filled the small gaps around the
knife and filled belly button like a strange lake with a giant tree stickin
out of it...or into it. The cum splashed around that tree of a dagger and
parted, still continuing down the slope but then rising to splash above the
belly button on both sides. This was just one shot, more followed until
ebbing out.

The killer took his hand off the shoulder of Blade who was moaning in
pleasure and esctasy, both from his penis pain of hot forced cumming and
from the severe burning pain piercing his belly button and now feeling like
he had a new part of his body that drove from navel to back, scraping his
spine---he wanted it to last forever. But knowing it wouldn't was part of
the fun. Knowing this would end and not go on for 2000 years made him enjoy
it more. He came more from this. His stomach was now more albino white than
ever and some blood was now pooling into the mix around his navel cum lake!

The killer pleasured himself and added to the mix his own white flavor. He
jerked but as he jerked he held onto the knife in Blade up down up down up
down, moaning, grunting as if he were stuck. As he did, Blade screamed,
groaned, gasped, it mixed to the cries of his killer. Both sounded like
they were having sex, which of course they were and both were in some pain,
one much more than the other. The killer rose to a complete frenzy and
then, unexpectedly, he tugged heavily on the dagger and unplugged Blade's
bare belly button, A large hole to his innards filled with more blood and
cum shot by the killer dude. Blade watched the knife rise and looked at his
pelvis which involuntarily rose and he saw some meat under the hole in
him. He then saw the knife descend again and screamed in pleasure,
"Ohhhhhyeahhhhh, ugghhhhhhh, shiittttt, gooodddd, doo it morrrrrrrrrr!"

The knife went on but on another angle ripping upward from the navel
instead of the straight on down way from before. If anyone looked under
Blade's arching and rising and falling back, they would have seen a bloody
hole in the couch similar to the one in Blade's bare belly. And inside it
looked kind of the same. But no one looked. But the readers.

The next shot of cum came out with the dagger and when it re-hit at the
upper angle, a new blast came out, messing Blade's top of his head. It
unstuck again and the killer dove it down...into the remainder of a belly
button lower bottom and kept it delving deep into instestine from
there. Lower boy belly split and the pain to Blade was unbearable...but he
found his penis never going flaccid. It rose harder than before and hit the
killer in the face with a spurt of clumpy, scrotum remainder filled fleshy
pile. The guy didn't let it daunt him, "Let it delve into ya, guy! Die with
pain! Feel it! Ya know you love it! Die n enjoy it, the last thing ya ever
gonna feel on this realm!"

"I know!" Blade yelled, "I love you!"

"Fuck you! I love you too! But feel this anyway!"

It was all in the throes. Blade flopped around like a stuck fish out of
water and the guy now held him down by keeping the dagger in and pressing
it down as hard as he could, making Blade's tight body part of the couch
now. It was over and it was wonderful.

Blade breathed his last and with a final huhhhhhhhhh, died slowly, "Thank
you," also on his lips in between ohhhhhhhh and huhhhhhhh-s.

"You welcum," the guy said and finally with one great heave, removed the
dagger out of Blade, then bloodlust tossed the bloody knife on to Blade's
chest.

The guy looked at the box and saw that it just reset to a year ---3669. If
this is what the dude's from that time were like, well, he wanted to go
there. Now! He cleaned himself off as much as he could and put Blade's back
over the arm of the couch so that his split gut would show itself
more. Green yellow stuff exited the top of the gut. Guts.

The killer took his sabres down and held each in his hand, "I wonder what
kind of reception I'll get in the violent future. To think I was just gonna
stab myself to death myself from the boredom of not having something to
fight over and ...oh hell, here I go."

He left, hoping to find a short future of fights, hoping to kill alot
before being killed himself in this future of this barbarian savage,
probably a soldier with no intelligence like in that TERMINATOR movie. This
one was no robot, he was flesh and blood and most of it is all over my
living room, the guy thought. He vanished for the future where unbeknowst
to him, he would have his life prolonged to 2000 years and he would be
forced by happiness patrols to a jail until he could think peaceful
thoughts. Which one of these guys was dying? Or dead?