Date: Sun, 30 Jan 2011 14:00:23 -0500 (EST) From: J Subject: TRIO cameo in Nervii vs the sword boy TRIO makes a cameo in this story by Gutsy, here with his permission The "bads" are a tribe..."Nervii"...warriors....slaughtered of course....but fun..lol.. Hope you enjoy! ***************************************************************************** The young guards had been killed only 10 minutes into their careers. The two boys had just stuffed their packages into their string-thongs, tucked their daggers into them; took up their spears and taken up their sentry station on the low wall that surrounded the training compound . As they stood there feeling their pricks enjoy the sensation of the new leather that cradled them and the tug of the strings so `goddam sexy' low on their hips, they took my steel straight into their well-exposed oval belly buttons. I'd crept up on the two from beneath... crouched under the wall... calculated where my targets would be...drew two daggers from my belt..one in each hand...and suddenly leapt up and confronted them both and ran a blade deep into each guard's navel...thereby sealing his fate. The boys, who had just turned warrior age that morning, let out a medley of sounds...a combination of gasp...whoosh of air...squeal...grunt.. and odd pleas of "PLEEEASE!!!!!" I don't what "PLEASE" was all about...maybe they meant more than they intended because it was obvious that both young peckers were havin' the time of their prematurely short lives. It was good to see such young masochistic navel-fetishists serving the Enemy...both boys slowly dropped...ejaculating in their brand-new thongs and settled down on their bellies on the parapet to writhe, squirm, then go to Hades. I was in the mood....beyond me was a camp of these freshly-minted and certified newbie barbarian warriors. I like to kill them when they're just ripe...in that first bloom of supposed macho adolescence as they take up their spears for the first day...And, too...why wait till they either breed more of their number or actually gain experience? With a quick slash of already bloodied steel, two more brand-new young guards, barely able to have been enrolled in the Black Guard from the looks of them, were on their way to Darkness, dropping their spears and grabbing their bellies; and (deliciously it seemed to me) arching their torsos out as their momentum kept them staggering forward toward me, their intended target. They had been alerted by my despatch of the first two, and came running at me, spears leveled. I took them in, and could by their near panicked eyes, smooth rounded totally bare bellies, and general appearance that they were maybe just enjoying early adolescence...just old enough to join up, and in the mood I was in, prime killing age. They tried the tired old Barbarian Black Guard Battle Cry thing..but all the really convincing ones had been turned into mulch last year, and these two bucks were just Middle School Fakers...the cries sounded like more fear than ferocity. However, they WERE armed... and they WERE Black Guards...black leather string-thongs and black body paint to show it. So, I killed them. I waited till they closed in, then lunged at them, swiped my sword upwards and knocked their leveled spears upwards...as I suspected...the two morons let their eyes follow their spear points. I grinned as I lowered my eyes to their naked and nicely protuberant bellies...I slashed out...perfectly slitting them across the belly from "east to west" at the button-line. The 2 boys stopped....dropped their spears... and grabbed belly and still came on...wobbly now.. Well...let me tell you...it was all I could do NOT to go to work again on those temptingly arched-out bellies....so nicely turned in my direction. But, I resisted. Both boys were fatally wounded... and I wanted to watch. I sat down on the low parapet and put my sword at point-down and observed them. The backwards arch had stretched out the torso even more...both boys' thongs now did not cover their pubes...the fuzz poked out clearly...and I noticed that I had at least killed two who were eligible. They stared, gurgled, flailed about...again, like the first two I killed, they let out their strange medley of sounds...very entertaining...as well as strangled mutters of "Oh noo....pleeeease!!!!" I love when they do that....especially these newbies. By now, both kids realized they were done....the slits were deep...they did most of their bleeding inside the belly cavity...but they were open from hip to hip....belly buttons neatly bisected length-wise. Both kids stopped moving now... and swayed unsteadily on their feet...they began to oooze....blood from belly and mouth....and....damn!!!!... their pricks were shootin' up a storm right inside their thongs without even being "hand-started"... I love when a warrior boy knows how to die! These two did....in fact...I was a bit impressed with their capacity to keep their feet....and ejaculate with such force. By now, both boys were cradling their slit-open guts with both hands. "Guys...I aint' got all day....finish it!" I muttered at `em. They stared...grunted...gurgled..and actually nodded assent... They both fell...right on top of the bodies of the first two...they belly-flopped on the first two dead guards' backs and did a little bump n' grind as they finished shootin' and livin'. They died...and I thought...if they're all as good as this...this is gonna' be FUN! The rest of `em in the camp died pretty cool. Or..maybe it was just that I know how to kill them cool. Dunno...I don't think these young Guards were PLANNING to get killed so soon...but it was kinda' like they "cooperated" in a way. They did in fact really turn me on as I killed them....the last 5 I discovered in the camp. I mean..they WERE pretty cute...decent specimens with punked up dyed-blonde hair....silver chokers...thumb rings...little teeny leather thongs at the pube line...black daubs of body paint...brand new...fresh...they did grunt and scream as I surprised them in their barracks and slashed and stabbed my way through their wonderfully tanned bare bellies... The pretense of warrior spunk vanished as each kid got my sword in his guts...but I think it was what they screamed...It was almost like they knew what was up...the "fetish behind the fight" so to speak... A sword would sink deeply into a nice bare belly thru the kid's navel and he'd sigh...and moan..."Please...don't kill me!!!"...when it was too late to change my mind..(not that I would anyway).... Or...."NO!!!! not now!!!!!" Or..."SHIT!!!!! I'm still a virgin!!!!" Or..."Please..I'm too young to get killed!!!" Oh, no.,..you're not! Was my thought as I ran my blade thru....with both hands gripping the hilt..into that Guard's navel....and in deep...he went (wonderfully) WHOOSH!!! And spewed out air and spit as my sword forced the air out on `im....he went "OOOOOO!!!!!"...squinted his eyes....grabbed his belly right around my steel deep into what had been his perpetually exposed innie....and went WHOOOSSSHH! Again as I yanked out of his gut...blood following it. Ya' could tell this boy never had it so good...as his prick completely erected and filled up the tight space of the crotch pouch of his thong...he left one hand at what had been his navel.... And the other went down to aid in his "emergency ejaculation"... The round smooth bellied Guard with the fuzzy pubes poppin' up over his thong had a look on his face of ecstasy..and pain.. as he slowly dropped...the dying young Guard cam hard...in his thong...and fell over...I turned `im over with my foot...looked down and muttered... "Damn...you musta' had it BAD, kid!".... I appreciate a hot young baddie in a tight little thong and a MAJOR navel-fetish....they are SO fun to kill. I looked around...the other four were all down...two with belly slashes...two with navel-thrusts.....it was obvious who was enjoying it more... There was a problem though I realized...as I nudged dyin' young bucks off to hell....there was a LOT of bunks here..and in two more tents... Where the HELL were the rest???? .Well...where the hell the rest were soon became apparent. It turns out the bunch I'd killed where only a small unit left behind to tend the camp...while the rest of the outfit was on training exercises in the Atreian Fields. A cloud of dust caught my attention as I stood outside the tent where the 5 young Guards lay....I took up the spyglass that was on one of the cots and squinted... There they were ! A dense mass of young...bare...black leather thong-clad....black body painted....flesh...on the move back to their camp. They were laughing...showing off...clearly enjoying themselves in the sun...the horse-play was obvious.... And I could tell that many of the boy Guards were clearly enjoying the sexual overtones of "soldierly pursuits" wearing nothing more than bits of leather and string as low as humanly possible on the torso. I did a quick count....maybe a couple hundred ....all armed...but totally inexperienced...due to the appalling losses among the Nervii male population of the last two years...they were sending out "Navels" ( as they delightfully called their recruits....the Nervii were wonderfully navelly-fetished...;-) no more than a dozen...or at most...a "baker's dozen" years old. It was obvious tho from the "Navels" I'd already killed that they had clearly "pubed" and so were eligible for the Blade. As I stood...staring...a heard moan behind me. It was one of the young Guards I'd stuck...he was still alive...holding his belly..writhing in a slow rhythmic way... and going "ooohhhh....ahhhhh....ughhhh...".... He'd gotten my blade clearly...and sweetly..right into his belly button..and was clearly "enjoying" it...as a matter of act...I noticed he and another young "Navel" were both enjoying their wounds...any 12yo with their psycho-sexual complex and training couldn't help but do so...in a weird way, it was the high point of their lives...as well as its end. The 2 boys were clearly in their last throes...arching belly up...hands on it....pubes poking out over the top of their leather thongs in front...it was very entertaining. "Oooohh....ahhhhh..." was also very arousing... But as their buddies neared..time was wasting... "OK...you two...either die NOW..or I'll gut you!" They looked at me dumbly...one muttered "We have to???" I nodded Yes....and they did... With a final sigh... and a twitch of the pecker...both drifted off to Hades. They'd find a lot of buddies there before long...I hoped... As I gazed at the double century force approaching me...I thought of running...enjoying what I'd done and live another day... I'd almost decided to do when I noticed the swirling white cloud gathering and heading over the depression in the land where the 200 Guards were slowly moving thru....Maybe... As the lumbering mass of the 200 Guards made their slow way thru the valley they were unaware of a few unpleasant facts....at least as far as they were concerned. I really can't describe exactly what they were thinking at that moment...they clearly didn't realize the meteorological anomalies that characterize the valleys leading out of the Atreian fields ..the site of their one.. and only.. training exercise...one was about to suddenly materialize and swallow them up just long enough for me to accomplish..so I hoped...another unpleasant fact about being a brand-new `Navel' recruit: you don't get to live very long. Of course...he thinks he's immortal. The kid's out there...in his new thong which he's most likely wears pegged as low as he can get on his belly...showing off a slight fringe of pubes popping over the waist-band...he's got his spear...he's a "Guard".. and he's got just a bit over a dozen summers behind his bellybutton...he's also feelin' his newly activated package constantly pokin' around inside his new tight leather thong...he's yet to stick it into a hole...but he's actively looking for a chance...What he doesn't know is that this dream is not gonna' be fulfilled. He hasn't figured out why the only Nervii males he's seen for over a year are over 20....and he's 12..12 and a half... Nervii keep their 20's back for breeding purposes...and send their adolescents to fight in this war of extermination. Before recently, enough `Navels' survived to give the tribe victory and live to breed...but..our basic `Navel' in this mob ...doesn't get it that there's NO ONE above his age around...They've all been killed... And..soon.. he'll be next. But...he didn't see that this late morning..as the snow squall formed.. and bore down on them. Our "typical' boy looks up...stops..stares...what the F**K???? They all stop... all 200... and bunch up even more... It hit.... A snow squall....sudden....wild...more windy and disorienting than cold...Odd...really..all those 98% naked guys...in a SNOW storm... It was wonderful...They couldn't see...shouts..confusion...surprise..lumbering around even more... Snow-blinded no-experience 12yo soldier in a tight new leather thong...gripping his spear....soft rounded stomach bulging out over the waistband with a bulb outie stickin' out as well...Looks around..can't see...can hear..shouts..confusion..now a bit of fear....I crouch...creep in..don't know how long this squall is gonna' last..but might as well take down as many as I can... I don't fight the snow...I work with it....swirling..wind...shouts...I see him...big kid...big belly...tanned...spiked yellow hair...steel choker high and tight at his neck glints in the odd light of a broad-day snow storm...tattoo over his butt crack...probably thought it made `im look macho...Wonder if he's got the "belly button thing"....think I'll find out....I'll kill him... I close in on him...he doesn't see or hear me...the shouts of the others are perfect cover...I scrunch down....I'm at his belly level...I notice the perfect outie...unusual for white boys...but it looks so inviting...he probably thought so too... The boys look young... but the pubes poppin' up over his thong tells me he's killing age...So I do... WHOOOOSHHHH!!!!.... he suddenly puffs out his cheeks and thumps out air as I thrust my blade hard and deep straight thru' that stick-out navel of his... and into his guts.....he staggers....his scream can't be heard...he stares...and barely sees me almost belly-to-belly with him....he falls back slowly...withdrawing from the Steel in his belly...blood follows from his new-cut innie...I look down...Yeah...he's one of us....his dick is straight out... and the friggin' Barbarian buck starts shootin....hard...he falls...dies a really cool boy death...He probably enjoyed it.... He was the first..... The field was densely packed with confused and increasingly panicked boys.... The newbie Guards weren't so cocky anymore...especially when I'd stick or slice a Guard boy's belly... they were all so bare above their thongs and they felt it all so deeply...they let out sexy and cute little screams as they experienced my blade suddenly invading their guts...they'd let out a quaky "AYYYEEEEE!!!!" as they felt it at the navel...and many a Guard kid bit the dust (or snow) simultaneously screaming and ejaculating. Of course...I was aroused too...the thought of just keeping on....slicing and poking bare bellies as long as the weather permitted was really turning me on... especially since these Guard boys died so cool and I made sure to strike quick and nasty....sometimes I like a good one on one fight....but I just love killing a bunch of new cuties like animals...hehe.. I poked three cute blonde Guards on after in their belly buttons as they screamed "PLEASE DON'T' KILL ME!!!!" unison... Two fat brown haired boys got it sliced across the gut as they shouted "OH NOOOOO!!!!! NOT IN THE BELLY!!!!" Three more bucks got it straight across the belly in one fell swoop and wandered around with their arms wrapped around their middles and shouting "HELP ME!!!!!!!" I grabbed two boys trying to flee and banged their heads together...as they staggered grunting and going "OOOOOOOO!!!" I stabbed each one hard...once.. in his belly button...both boys went "UHHHHHH...!" then screamed... then shouted "RIGHT IN THE FUKKIN' BELLY BUTTON!!!!" I was killing them as they ran, stood around, or wandered around in the blinding snow storm. I would close in tight till I saw belly... and killed it...one way or the other..slice or stab. The boys were becoming extremely unhappy...I like that... I knew many who were dropping were not dead yet...but they sure as well weren't gonna get better...and I figured I could always come back and finish `em... Meanwhile they could at least "enjoy" their belly wounds and make funny noises... All around me swirled snow and boys....Shapes emerging in the snow squall...black thongs and body paint showing up... and interestingly..navels almost all the time...I don't know what it is with the male innie..it just seems to absorb light...and show up as a black dot...easy to sport, tho' in these conditions.. The Guard boys were in such a state of leaderless confusion that I had no fear of any of them...I noticed blood on my body..but it was theirs...not mine. I plunged into the melee...I'd just stab or slice...a boy would gasp... grunt...moan...or scream....a few would make a funny "WHHOOOF!" like sound as my blade sank into their guts....I'd often shout out " DIE!....RIGHT IN THE BELLY!....KILLED YA!..." or things like that in my own frenzy. I liked to watch the kid's eyes.... And his facial expressions...some were actually comic...others looked stunned or shocked.. and others seemed almost to be expecting...or even hoping?...for what was happening to them. Certainly there seemed to be many among those I was killing who got the belly-prick connection...obviously...never had so many just certified and pubed Nervii `Navel' recruits spilled so much seed as well as blood. It was funny really...these Guards were being painfully killed...yet the Fates had at the consolation of some degree of orgasm.. at least for most...The most miserable were those who did not "get the fetish"..they just died belly-sliced and screaming....too bad...hehe... The 2 I turned my attention to now were in perfect position...they looked so similar they might've been twins...this time red haired...with the usual daubs of black body paint..a few Chinese characters tattooed on their arms...probably meaning the usual bull-shit like "Courage" or "Tiger"...basically nude except for their thongs... and clutching spears....totally disoriented by the swirling snow and the shouts and grunts of their buddies...the 2 boys were running..right to me..I caught sight of them at the last minute and simply leveled my already bloody sword at belly button level...waited... and grinned. The first one saw me and came to a sudden stop...and the second of the "twins" galumphed straight into `im..his rounded belly impacting against the first one's back and staying there. I know this was a heaven-sent opportunity for a "two-fer" so I thrust forward at the fist `Navel''s navel....as I did so he shouted out... "What you doing?????"... I said... "Killing you!" He said..oddly I thought..... "Will it hurt????" I said... "I sure hope so!" and thrust hard and deep into `Navel' Number One's gut hole...the steel sank in with a quick "pop!" as it burst the navel-knot and kept on going....it emerged from out his back and found a second home in Number Two's belly button....and kept on going in his guts. It was clean-thru' shish ke-bab....rather nicely done if I do say so myself. And...it DID hurt. Both boys tossed their spears away...splayed out their arms as they stood there stuck together by my blade and screamed like banshees and shook and wriggled. I love when they do that! Their screams were piercing and girlish....but not really all that audible above the din of the storm and the confused and panicked Guard boys. Then.....wonderfully...the second boy reached around to his front...and grunted out..."I'm fukked in the belly button!!!!" The first sighed and groaned..."Yeah....unghhh...like a fukkin steel pecker doin' me in the gut!!!" Both boys were clearly kinky as hell....I love a brand-new `Navel' recruit with bizarre sexual fetishes...and these 2 boys thoroughly suffered.. and enjoyed.. their demise. These two `twins' didn't even need to go to "auto-eroticism"...their peckers were on full "auto-mode" sans hands.... I yanked out my sword.. and both boys tumbled forward to hit the ground and squirm...for a while... I turned to other Guards.... The snow blew and swirled....there was already one red patch on the ground marking the premature but thoroughly appropriate death of one `Navel' Guard recruit. In a situation like this, with the squall of limited duration and so many bellies to stab I had to sacrifice quantity for quality. I much prefer performing the classic straight-in thrust into a kid's bare navel...watching his eyes.. and his prick...but there were just too damned many...and I had to settle for some quick "ab work" before the squall blew itself out. I turned and crouched...focussing my eyes in the dancing whiteness... and saw three shapes emerge close up. Three more young Guards...all disorientation...shouting... and bare flesh...the black of their thongs showed up well in the snowy air...as well as the dark spots that marked their belly buttons on bare skin..I quickly saw that they were confused calling out for buddies...Same type of spiked up yellow hair with spiked wristbands and steel choker-chains...nervously fingering spears....daggers dangling from the thong strings at their sides...bellies well exposed and slightly rounded out over the crotch. Well....if they're like the first one..this outta' be somethin'...I thought...as I lunged in...and swiftly slashed my blade at them close-in a semi-circle..leaving grunts, blood splatters, and dropped spears in its wake. All 3 suddenly stopped...looked down...and went wide-eyed...I'd sliced each boy's belly quite neatly across the umbilical line from hip-to-hip....it didn't look it... but the slices were deep enough to open navel-knots, belly fat, and gristle, guts and blood vessels...In other words...the Guards were fukkin' dead....but they didn't know it yet. Hands went to bellies...one kid actually stood there hands on hips...staring down at his cutely rounded mid-section with the "smile" across it... and said in a very sexy voice... "Fuck!!!...we got belly sliced!!!" One of his buddies chimed in "Yeah...some guy just fukkin' opened my belly!!!".... The third one muttered..."Got my fukkin belly button cut out!!!"... They actually started a conversation...I loved it.. "We are SO fucked!!!!....Yeah...like we are TOAST!!!!...Uhhh...like so YOUNG too!!!..Is he allowed to kill us at 138 months???....Fuck...we got pubes...we're sword meat!!!!... Damn!!!!...lookit my fukkin belly!!!!..right across the gut!!!!....SHIT yeah....ya know..feels kinda sexy don't it???....UGHHHH...yeah...I need a blow job....FAST!!!!....FUCK...let's stop the bitchin...and just go with it while we got it!!!" That last suggestion was accepted...my last view of the 3 was them buckling at the knees...heading for the snow crusted dirt....masturbating like friggin' Musk Rat Love... As I turned to skewer a coupla of shivering dumb Guard boys...I thought... "Damn!...These kids are COOL!!!!" I was concerned that the snow squall would abate soon...so I redoubled my sword frenzy...Guard boys were actually running in my direction now...strange I thought....but it did present me with more almost willing targets... I skewered belly after belly...smooth bellied barbarian boys almost presenting their bare young navels for sacrifice...if they WERE in a sacrificial frame of mind I completed their desires...if not...I completed mine. By now the dead and dying Nervii adolescents were getting thick on the snowy ground.. They looked almost like game that had been flushed from their coverts...more and more came on...already looking panic-stricken..Something was spooking the boys and sending them careening into my sword's reach. I began to notice a sort of strange resignation to such agonizing yet ritually fetishistic death... My sword point would pop thru a Guard's umbilical knot and he'd gasp.. and shout...( I think some of the boys had been hired from another tribe... had a only the most stilted...but oddly appealing...and arousing...style of vernacular speech...even when being killed) and would exclaim in desperation one after another " AYYYY!!!!! I DIE IN MY BELLY!!!!.....I GET KILLED BAD!!!!....I CAN'T ESCAPE..I AM DOOMED!!!...I WISH NOT TO DIE SO YOUNG!!!!....THERE IS NO HELP...WE ALL GET KILLED!!!!.. I GET STABBED IN MY BELLY BUTTON AND DIE MISERABLE!!!!" Yes...but they died sexy too.... ;-) It was fascinating hearing them and watching them....I could see as I swiftly moved from one belly to another... that most of young warriors were well aware what a deep stab in the belly button meant...yet nonetheless could also enjoy the results it gave most of them...most of `em dumped a load of useless DNA in the thong as they went off to Hades...some were even trying to thumb their thongs down as they staggered to their deaths...belly pierced and blood-oozing from belly button and mouth...some the wilder ones were actually attempting to masturbate in their final seconds... Ahhh...I love a bare belly barbarian warrior in a thong who knows to take cold steel in a hot belly...sort of kid who knows what his belly button is for... Had to hand it to the Nervii...they were willin' to use up some pretty sexy boys with a cool way of dyin'... I was wondering what was sending them hurtling towards me...I heard shouts and screams off in the distance.. but getting nearer... " Oh gods, NOOOOO!!!!" shouted/screamed a round but tight bellied Guard whose umbilical depression I'd just terminally deepened...letting him run on my sword's tip to gouge his navel and sink into his guts... the kid hung there...pinned on my sword...bloody froth from his mouth.. and a suddenly pumping prick inside his thong telling me he "got it" in more ways than one..."Oh gods...YESSS!" I shouted as I swiftly withdraw my sword from his belly...he grunted...went "whooofffff!" and dropped... I could see the looks in the faces of the dwindling number of Nervii adolescent warriors... it was sinking in that between me and whatever... or whoever...was wreaking havoc on the other side of their bunched up mass...that not one of them was likely to live more than a half hour...I could see it in their eyes... they knew that surrender was not an option....nor was escape....much less victory. The remainder of what had been 200 Guards were now dealing with the fact that I... and seemingly others....were just going to keep on stabbing their belly until not one of them would be left alive. They were all going to die...no question about it. In some it bred a foolhardy and desperate attempt at a "last stand"...it only made it easier for me to close in 3 or 4 of them as they huddled together in the blinding squall in what they thought was a defensive posture ..their spears pointing out blindly into the swirling windy whiteness.... Of course...with 3 or 4 bare bellies presenting in my direction...By now I'd picked up a sword that one of the dead boys had tucked into the side of his thong...with both sides I'd fall on the huddled morons and slash and stab....and all 4 would go down...grunting... grabbing belly...and usually...ejaculating as their "last hurrah". Boy after boy...Guard after Guard.....felt steel in his belly...beautifully tight....smooth....slightly rounded...bare stomachs with big deep prime quality exposed 12yo navels...were feeling the exquisite release of discovering the joys of being a masochistic navel-fetishist at an early age....whatever personal confusion about their sexuality they had known was being blindingly resolved in that instant...why had he always left his belly button showin' all these years anyway?... The boys also knew the fear... and the reassurance...that not one of them would be allowed to survive this battle...no snotty boy would boast of seeing them die squealing like little piggies.. or staining themselves....or "I WAS THE ONLY ONE TO GET AWAY...HAHA..!"...no...any young Guard who entertained that thought was inevitable added to the brotherhood of the butchered...the battalion of the belly-thrust...the body pile of the stabbed belly button... Not one of these bucks would be allowed to live...and some accepted it quite calmly... I had one such at the end of my sword...I had buried it temporarily deep in his bowels using his `button as the portal...he had stared at me...then down..and both hands went to his well tanned belly as he slowly belly danced at the end of my blade...he spoke with that amusing broken English of the Nervii boy..."YOU STAB ME IN BELLY BUTTON!!!...I DIE!!!!...UNGHHH...!" then he added the definitive words..." I DIE SEXY!!!!" He turned me on even more..."YEAH kid...sexy ain't' it?..what a friggin cool way to die!"""" I noticed the kid's package in full erection under his thong... "Yess.....UHNNNN....SEXY to die stuck in belly button!!!" "Yeah...kid it is...go with it!!!" The 12yo Nervii Guard shot his wad into his thong...grunted contentedly like a pig...and dropped..slipping off my sword as he did so. I turned to notice a few as-yet survivors looking on...they looked around....dead and dying Guards lay all around...they looked at each other...with looks of recognition....they turned to me....presented their bellies to my sword...and moaned out.... "KILL US IN BELLY BUTTON!!!!...WE NO CAN LIVE...WE WANT TO DIE SEXY!!!!" Damn....I love those boys... So...I killed them...very well I might add...each right in his bare belly button as he wanted it...I could tell they appreciated my attentions..without the slightest touch each of them rendered for the first.. and last....time homage to their Fetish by shooting spontaneously into their new thongs...falling over... kicking.. and then dying.. I glanced up.. and saw a packet of nearly naked Guards writhing and failing in their death agonies.....screaming for their mommies, displaying massive boners...and ejaculating like fountains as they fell... They were gone..none left....not one.... The snow abated...the wind dropped...the gift from the gods had lasted long enough for their purpose...and the last 2 Nervii 12yo's left in existence on this planet huffed, grunted, and jiggled as they drooped....impaled on the sword of a Latino looking sexy boy...and an Asian looking buddy...while a third watched with an amused grin on his face. They were laughing and conversing... "Hey...cut his thong off...I wanna see his dick shoot..." The last dozen years-aged Nervii left in existence suffered the indignity of having the side-strap of his thong cut open and his dick coming up full....hard.. and free... The boy's hands were at had been his navel....and as he dropped into hades he shot...all over... We all laughed... I knew them....or of them...the Trio...all unbeknown to me...they'd been killing Nervii boys on the other side of the field.. and we met over the dead in the center of the field. We all chuckled as we looked over the field...200 bodies lay... "Kind of sad in away...hehe...the Nervii manage to keep 200 of their boys alive long enough to pube-up and get a spear...go on their first mission... and we kill `um all..." "Every last one of `em too...." "Awww gone....bye bye..." We all laughed...I thanked them... We agreed...the Nervii would no doubt be harboring more of their young...we'd wait....as soon as they got ripe... and ventured out...we'd kill them too... For now...the snowy ground thawed and drank in the bodily fluids of the slain 200...I checked bodies...hoping really that I could find at least one still breathing...so I could kill `im again...but no...200 belly up Guards with erect post-mortem peckers afforded little further threat...I did stab a coupla' more belly buttons...just to make sure...but no reaction. One of the Trio boys as he left the field was stabbing every up-turned bare gut he could reach...for fun... but no groans...or grunts... Oh well....I settled down...dragged up a few bodies to make a pillow.. and drifted off to sleep...there was not a single Nervii male between the ages of 12 and 20 living........ I rested my head on the upturned belly of a Guard I'd slain...he stared at the shy with a strange look on his face..and his pecker had turned into a tent pole inside his skimpy thong and stayed there...the kid's freshly popped pubes and the armpit hair told me he was right in the prime zone for a steel thrust to the gut. The look on his face told me he might even have agreed... The dead Nervii boy most likely had not started out with the intention of getting killed so early in his career. He probably had spent his dozen years of life in the training camp...put there soon after having been whelped. He'd been more or less trained for the Black Guards and as soon as was possible outfitted in his black leather thong...designed be as small as possible and cover as little as possible...and cultivated that bare belly confidence they all had...until they met Fate. His navel, always exposed, was designed to be the focus of his attention and contemplation, and was the object of ritual and decoration. The day he went into his first.. and final..battle..he probably did not expect that he'd be tasting steel quite so soon....and discovering the true strength of the bellybutton-dick connection he'd only played with in his masturbation...He found that he could even generate an erection by simply pressing his index finger into his navel...as he did so..he'd laugh..."Push button for service" was a favorite tag line among the 12yo Black Guards..until they were all killed earlier today. I slept.... Dawn came up.. with a strange sound... The boy on whose belly I'd rested was not QUITE dead yet!...it was wonderful.... The kid's revived a bit.. and was trying to sit up...I had stabbed `im in his gut hole...but not deep enough, I guess... "You're not dead yet??? "My stummik hurts...!!!" "It ought to...I stuck my sword in ya' belly button!" "YOU did that??????..uhhh....it was.... Kinda....cool..." "Yeah..ain't it?... it's just so fukkin sexy to stick a badboy in the `button... The young Guard with the yellow spiked hair and stuck-thru button and a dick seemingly stuck permanently in the "UP" position inside his thong chuckled...even as he was in agony...he liked the alliteration of the b's I think.... "Want' me to cut ya' thong off so you can let ya prick go free before I finish ya?" "Nahhh....a tight thong makes it feel good...Ya' gonna' finish me??? "Yup....got a problem with that?" "Uhhhh....guess not...kinda' hoped to live to be like maybe 13..but...but what the fuck!...live for the moment, I say....Here....!!!"...at this he rolled over on his wounded belly...stuck his ass up in the air....thumbed down his thong to open the butt-crack....and muttered...."Use me before I snuff it....I want it up the ass one last time...." I grinned..."You got it, kid!"...I thumbed down my own loincloth and rammed my hard dick right where the dyin' Guard wanted it put...we went at it for 10 minutes....both of us gruntin' in unison as I pumped `im up....I pulled out....stuffed my dick pack in my pouch...as the kid rolled over on his back belly up... "OK...that was fun...but now ya' gotta' check out...ya' the last of ya kind....for now....gonna do you the other way now...hehe...ready????" The satisfied little kinky Guard sighed..."Yehhhhhh....jus' do me in ma' belleeebuddin again..." "With pleasure!!!"..with that I rammed my dagger deep into his upturned belly button and twisted it.... The kid kinda' went "BLEAGHH!!!!!!!" and wriggled all four limbs in a spasm...he sighed..relaxed.. and shot his last load into his thong.... I waited....he croaked...finally...still spurting... I love a kid like this....They're fun....