Date: Sat, 13 Sep 2008 07:31:59 -0400
From: inuyashanonhuman@aol.com
Subject: TRIO: Pre-Trio: Round Robin 1-6

This is a story written before TRIO but takes place in the same universe
really.


RING AROUND deadline part 1 -- 3 to 6


John knew he had to work fast and he had a lot to do. John knew computers
well and he easily tapped into the computer files in the gym, even the ones
that were secretly encoded not to open to anyone. Those were the ones he
was looking for: the others, he needn't have bothered. He found what he
needed: the names, addresses, and stats of all the young men in the belly
stabbing club--supposedly a harmless club but he knew better. John rubbed
his own muscled belly in anticipation of what would come-cum next. John's
roots would come into play.

For John was not a human being, not in the Earthling sense. He was a Time
Lord, hiding out from his own people on Earth. A Time Lord from the planet
Gallifrey, he had a time machine which looked like his gym locker, body
size on the outside but infinitely large on the inside. Using it, he would
get his revenge. John knew that every cell in his body would implode if he
killed anyone himself...his race has a built in genetic revulsion to
killing...part of nature's way of stopping them from killing themselves,
for in the far past, his race had violently nearly done that. So he
couldn't kill them by his own hand. He knew that...or he would die on the
first kill. As much as he wanted to drive pile a sword into each one
personally, he couldn't.

So he set about manipulating each of them. Using his time machine, which
hadn't been moved in 30 years, John kidnapped each member of the cult from
specific times in their timeline...all were now about 18 years old. He
couldn't do much more than that...he couldn't save his son for instance or
that would have ruined the timeline totally and unravelled the
universe. But he could take these out of time, replace them with android
copies and take them to where he wanted them...

It was an easy affair. He would pop in, hypnotize the members with his vast
trance like hypnotism skills...those who resisted were stunned with an
electric Gallifrian gun and brought into the time machine called a TARDIS
and dressed for the part, for his machine has clothes from every peroid of
time in history of Earth and other planets. He chose to dress each of them
in as little as possible so they would die like his son did, in as little
as possible or in some far outlandish skin showing outfit. Using his
hypnotism, he implanted some fake story as to why they were fighting each
other: five of them responded to a belly stabbing live action role
play--Loki, Geoo, Rom11, Zombywoof, and Innout (who started the whole
thing); many others did not--about 22 others. These 22 were to fight the
other five. It was John's wish that they all die and he was going to view
the fights from his scanner in his TARDIS.

The last step was picking the place. Warra Onu seemed the best planet for
this. It was Earth type, it has atmosphere, and there were no more people
on it. The aliens that lived here was so warlike they both invented gases
that killed people but left the buildings. Thus, the alien bodies were long
gone from the war bombs of gas that irradiated the planet but then left the
land free and clear of any residue. Great weapon, John thought, fools. He
would bring them here, sprinkle them about the areas. They would find
Medevil type castles, forts, a few gas bomb factories, civilian homes, and
lots of nature: for most of the planet was a forest, woodland, cliffs,
rocky terrians, even a small desert, a few lakes, rivers and two oceans. It
was the perfect setting for the battles he wanted. One team, small, against
the other, large. He didn't implant that the 22 were a team but he did
implant that the five were, thus the five would work together to kill off
the 22--or at least that was his plan. He wondered if it would work. If
not, he would program one of his androids to go out and kill the left
overs...and then because he had done this, he would die himself...at least
once. He has the ability to regenerate his body if it is vastly
wounded..severe death would not allow this but major wounds could allow him
to change...become a totally new person but having the same thoughts
inside.

He sat back. He ran through his list of persons:


THE FIVE---

Innout-brown hair, 5'5 short, lite brown eyes, a beauty mark in his innie
half inch deep, dime sized belly button, lots of folds, not overly muscled
but not either. Fast and ambi dexterous. Muscular legs. Mean and thrilled
to stab and be stabbed. He would make an excellent source of confusion
among the ranks. He wore tight fitting white briefs which hung low over
bony hips but had a severe drop down in the middle of his stomach, reaching
so far down a few pubes, if he hadn't shaved them off, would be showing. He
also wore boots. All the men were wearing some kind of footwear.

Geoo-black hair, blue eyes-There is one type that has a small innie
movement in and then fakes ya out and pops out with this dome like shape,
sometimes with stuff on the outer dome. Hot! Almost like these roller
hockey balls they used to have on kid's toy's under neath the flat
surface. Cool! Ripe for cutting chunks out of. He would have a thrusting
broadsword and a VERY long thin spear. In a standard loin cloth.

Loki--blond hair, brown eyes-Slit innie: A VERY vertical bellybutton
sometimes so vertical it is difficult to see inside it; the slit has the
walls do close together you cannot see very far in; mysterious belly
button; sometimes reveals more as the person stretches or relaxes more,
stretches sometimes make the slit close! Ripe for fingering. Wood mace with
four metal spikes. He is using a Cherub-a straight bronze Hebrew sword with
a double edged blade. In cut off denim shorts and an open denim vest with
ripped off sleeves with no shirt on underneath (of course--all the dudes
would have their shirts off in some way or their bellies revealed beneath
some kind of short cut shirt).

Rmn11-brown hair and eyes-innie: Flat walled, appears empty except for back
wall of skin close up and very able to be seen. Usually but not always very
round and very big, sometimes ridges heavily sometimes not at all. Very
sexy in a way. Rmn11 wore a high necked collar with vertical lines running
to the bottom of it but not all the way down. The clear part of the collar
has two shoulder straps running under the arms. The stomach and chest are
bare. Small vertically lined shorts with little leg but more of a point
toward the outer leg, leaving most leg bare. Boots or shoes or sneakers
worn with thick ankle bracelets or coverings also lined vertically.

Zombywoof-blond hair, blue eyes-The outtie knob: some knobs look like the
balloon but tied in a knot with so many looking things on it that it seems
like three belly button extensions that have nothing to do with
eachother. These stand out as a big outtie.


THE TWENTY TWO---

Marco-red hair, blue eyes-Slit innie: opposite from the above in that it is
a slit that isn't quite closed but is more HORIZONTAL than the above, lots
of meat inside. Weapon of choice is the Falarica-heavy spear with long thin
metal head and a round wooden shaft. At the joint where the head met shaft,
a round lead weight was fitted to increase the impact of the weapon. Marco
is full Italian from Italy so he has this real sexy accent, good John
thought for making his dying groans or taunts to those he kills, even more
sexy. His outfit: another vertically lined neck collar with a bottom clear
also attached to shoulder straps, clear but between the shoulder straps is
a vertically lined short cut piece just covering nipple area. A clear waist
line has two sides which go up the hips to the lower or upper ribs,
depending on the cut. The stomach is bare between these, giving it an open
rectangle look. Beneath the waist are two vertically lined legs comprising
the shorts along with the clear waist area. The leg sections have slits in
them going up to the clear waist and ending just before the clear waist
section starts.

Slugger3-red hair, brown eyes, freckles-walnut, flat but has many lines and
marks. Gladius, short double edged blade fitted into an unguarded wooden
handle. Spatha-a thrusting broadsword. Short shoulder coverings in three
layers do not cover the entire arm or chest in fact the chest is not
covered at all. Between each shoulder pad attached from the second layer
and over the top layer are single hooks which hold a horizontal rope tie
between shoulder pads. From this rope is a real tie---a triangular point
reaching down vertically. The shoulder coverings can be worn long to form a
cape in back or can be shorter to cover just the upper back or not even the
entire wing bones. Two points grip the waist and point into the belly
button stopping just short of it, the tie point pointing above the belly
button. Far below the hips are the skimpy shorts which have a point on top
pointing up at the belly button. The shorts are basically strap shaped with
two straps on each side but are to tally connected one piece of shorts. It
looks almost like an X shape but more the endings are more vertical, one
just below the hip on each side and one on the upper leg on each side. Dull
tipped but pointed boots go far up over the ankle to the knee.

StabMyGut-brown hair, green eyes,THE DOUBLE EFFECT bellly button-some guys
have so many ridges and are so lean and smooth that when they sit and lean
forward--it looks like their belly button vanishes into the ripples and
paradoxically, it looks like their ridges house two or three more belly
button holes! F'in cool! A Halberd, spike on front, axe blade, fluke, on a
long pole. A Roman gladiator look. The top has shoulders somewhat bare but
sitting on top the end of the shoulders and arms are leather short cut
topping, attached across the chest but the short cut top consists mostly of
leather straps that hang down, thick with one metal stud on the end. The
short cut top barely covers the chest if it does (variations are
available---chest may be totally covered or totally uncovered and stages in
between). The loin cloth or thong shows bare legs and hips, held by a thin
waist band and consists of hanging leather straps with the round studs on
te bottom of each, curved slightly at the ends to show more leg. Straps may
not hide much and probably don't connect under the crotch, leaving much
revealed.

Cody aka Bowie-brown hair, blue eyes, 6'6-innie: goes in but not very deep,
has folds, extensions. The back of his belly button is a bit dipped;
sometimes seems to be split into two sides, sometimes the lower bottom dips
a different way. Sica sword-short, worn under armpit, also carries a Bowie
Knife and a knife in his black leather boots. His leather outfit has to be
seen to be believed: an hour glass shaped leaves the chest and stomach
bare, each side of this short cut vest letting the skin form the hour
glass. Each sleeve has a long point and a short point covering the
shoulders and upper arm (the upper arm is not covered much). The shorts
resemble a bat in some manner with a long point stretching up, a smaller
point curved from that one but pointing upward, and the smallest point at
the crotch, from there the points increase to the opposite side of the
shorts going up to the largest point at the opposite hip, comprisiong five
points altogether. The same point system is on the bottom but there are
three points on each side of the shorts legs, no point in the middle of the
crotch. No shirt on gives the belly a wide expansive look.

Cyberxp-brown hair, brown eyes-THE RIDGE JUST OUTSIDE-this upper ridge
isn't quite part of the inner belly button but almost looks like it
is. Budiak-broad bladed Moro spear with a tanged head. Tank top with two
points coming up from underarms, two more points in between those which go
up the neck. The short cut top then goes down to a bottom of five or more
points which go around the back. The chest (depending on which style--very
low short cut or higher up--in some versions the chest can be covered, on
others the chest is only covered very far up the nipples) and stomach are
bare. A rolling hill style is at the top of the shorts which are far under
the navel, just covering crotch. The legs are pointed with five or six or
more points pointing down.

Tec9mm-an Aussie mate with blond hair, blue eyes, navel is CLAY
LIKE-sometimes a guy has a smooth but undefined stomach, lean and with some
muscle but not that marble look; sometimes their belly button is a
variation of any of the others mentioned and sometimes it looks as if
someone just shot a bb into a piece of clay, these are sexy! Fuxina,
trident and Two short knives. Outfit consists of armor shoulder pads with
studs on the upper edges are connected by a little piece from side to side
that looks like a C on its side with the inner portion of the C squared off
into straight edges and the inner portion pointed down toward the rest of
the body. From under the shoulder pads which run to the upper ribs are a
line of material on each side which goes down to over the belly button but
ends above it with a rectanglar area above the belly button, showing lots
of skin above. Hips are bare, legs are bare but have straps with studs on
them that hold a crotch piece over the crotch, the triangular crotch area
held also by short vertical studded straps that come down from the middle
section. The sides are totally bare save for the straps on the lower legs
that hold the crotch pice in place.

Leon52-red hair, freckles, green eyes-The knot: sometimes an outtie looks
like a knot . Broadsword. A black headband, a chain linked necklace and a
looser tie holding the two sides of a dark leather (or other material)
vest. The vest has slight points at the shoulders, no real sleeves but thin
bracelets. The tight fitting dark pants have holes to either side of the
crotch, revealing skin to either side of the genitals. There are smaller
holes going down, uniformly, the outside legs, holes which reveal skin
also. The stomach and chest are bare. High heeled boots with with roach
killer points to the toes complete the outfit.

DavidSk31-brown pigtail, brown eyes, rest of head shaved like crewcut,
navel has the pushed up innie: sometimes a guy has a pushed up innie as if
someone missed putting the belly button in the right place--it is too far
up into his stomach, almost off his stomach and not there at all; it looks
as if it is almost on his chest, sometime but not always this one looks
like it is the end of a balloon that has not been tied into a knot. Other
times, it looks like a perfect dark hole with no folds or inner stuff to be
seen, very deep, sometimes it is not deep at all and we can see the bottom
of the bellly button extend upward as it a cone or balloon ending but we
cannot always see the top of such a button. Extremely sexy on mesomorph
bulky muscle guys. Two broadswords. Oval shapes cover the shoulders, all
black or dark colored but can come in light colors. The two oval shapes
meet two other oval shapes above the chest and below the neck. From the
center of their meeting is a triangular area which comes down to a band
around the ribs, leaving the last rib area bare. This also leaves each
nipple area bare in patch of skin. The belly is in a diamond patch of bare
skin with four pieces around, two above and two below, almost as right
triangles which make up the hip coverings on both sides and the only leg
coverings. The boots come up high with two points that are medium to small
in size.

Black Gladiator-The hidden innie: sometimes a guy is so cut and ripped, his
abs hide the belly button but it is there; sometimes they scrunch it so
much all that can be seen is the round edges, sometimes an outtie is like
this too, both are sexy for the outtie can be pushed and squished by the
abs while the deep innie looks even deeper when surrounded by
abs. Sometimes there is an innie-outtie mix with tight abs so tight the
belly button seems to move! Shit! Knife, broadsword. No shirt with low
hanging knee low denim pants with red underwear (with white flowers on
them!) stickin up out of them. He also wears a head bandana, a rag over the
head. Tough looking dude.

In Your Guts-Hairless Oriental dude with the outtie knob: some knobs look
like the balloon but tied in a knot with so many looking things on it that
it seems like three belly button extensions that have nothing to do with
eachother. These stand out as a big outtie. Nipples and belly button are
shown by a giant oval shape on the entire front of the outfit. A diamond
shape on both hips reveals back hips and front hips, with only half of each
diamond seen from either the front or the back. Shoulder-arm area has
triangle shapes showing skin. The entire piece is a one piece. Stomach and
chest are bare.

Striptease-THE RIDGE INSIDE-a belly button ridge that isn't quite out
there--it is part of the top inside belly button and didn't quite make it
all the way down---there is more belly button below it, deeper than
this. Not a ridge like...Pillium-thin-has a long socketed iron head with a
barbed point. to the hip and beyond on both sides. A point ends both sides
of the pants, or tights on the back side only. Essentially the entire upper
body, hips, and upper legs (and on severe cuts even the lower legs) are
bare. The tights cover the crotch and backside and most of the lower legs,
including knees on standard cuts but variations are worn. Stomach is
bare. A chained neck collar holds down strips of material (could be
leather), three shorter ones cover each shoulder but much longer ones cover
some of the chest, being strips they show skin all the way up to the
collar. Each strip ends with a point, shaped in various ways on different
versions, but all exactly a copy of the other on any one version. This
outfit is good for pulling off since Striptease likes to strip and/or have
his enemies strip him while battling.

Phillip -THE VERY FLAT INNIE-not in too much but very flat and very up
front in your face and with no identifying marks! Hot! Sometimes when very
vertical it can look like a race track along the body--stretching up with
(sometimes) no ridge just leaving the belly button behind into the skin of
the upper abs and the same going downward--lots of variations on this one!
Pilum-thick-long iron head with a pyramidal point. The end of the shaft was
flat like the tang of a sword. A cape covers the back, either long or short
but is linked and held by a Vee shape which goes over the shoulders and end
in a Vee between the pectorals but above the stomach and navel. Nipples are
usually bare. A Vee shape reveals the belly button and lower stomach as it
is part of the tights which end with tight fitting points on either
side. Arms are bare.

Sharppoint-The outtie knob: some knobs look like the balloon but tied in a
knot with so many looking things on it that it seems like three belly
button extensions that have nothing to do with eachother. These stand out
as a big outtie. A simple whip like strap over the shoulder that ends
dangling. A center circle piece at the chest held on by three straps on
each side. Belly is bare as are hips. Above each hip is a strap which
connects to a circular or oval piece that holds the shorts up but leaves
room for skin between straps and shorts which are cut severe up the leg.

Rtndnuts-THE LOOKS LIKE SOMEONE TOOK A SCALPEL OR EXACTO KNIFE TO IT
ALREADY LOOK-I you look close enough at some dude's belly buttons (and you
must or you wouldn't be on this message board) it looks as if they had had
their buttons chopped up or cut or something a long time ago and healed
over; sometimes it looks raw or as if it were done a few moments ago; but
usually it looks like a healed wound or something--lots of scar tissue
inside. A sleeveless vest crisscrossed together by Xing rope ties--three
but more can be added. The curved sides end on each side with a castle
tower effect but upsidedown to have the semi circular-square shapes going
up to show skin. The vest is short cut and the VERY low cut but baggy pants
are hung far under the belly. The legs end just above the ankles.

Flangel-The pushed down innie: this one looks too far down, almost like it
was meant to be in the dick area. A severe cut rounded collar with
shoulders not completely covered as the arm is graced with the sleeves
which end in a band on the upper arm (but can also be cut to the lower arm
or just before the wrists). The bottom of the top has graceful but hawk
like V point dipping down with the point just above the belly button. The
bottom is a Scottish like rounded skirt with a less severe V shape
downward, revealing skin on the lower belly just above the crotch. The
boots are very sharp at the toes.

Navelove-The outtie platau: my two cousins have this, these are like little
mountains with flat tops and a few rolling hills; my cousins have little
marks on theirs but there are a few lines and they pop out more during
swimming or go in a bit when laughing, swallowed by abs and ripples. A
sleeveless vest with either seven or six thin tie ropes between them or
three thicker tie ropes between them, all far up on the neck or chest. The
last tie rope has many ripped hangings, usually three have major points
coming down, the middle one pointed at and just above or covering the
navel, bare stomach and low hanging ripped loin cloth with six or more
ripped sections pointed down and around. Leg ties, two or three on the
right leg cover it or can be used to have pieces of material between bare
lower ankle and bare upper thigh to ripped loin cloth, alternately can be
worn with pants or leggings that have rips in them for air circulation on
the planet of origin of this outfit. The vest
 has a pocket on the right side and a stripe or two under the arm with a
stripe over the shoulder; the left side has a star on the lower portion, a
stripe, and another star near the armpit, also one on the shoulder. No
footwear but can be combined with some.

MeSnuffme69-his belly button was huge--it was largly vertical but also wide
and had lots of fleshy bumps in it, two really big ones--it looked like two
belly buttons going in and also had some stuff going out; is one of the
hottest belly buttons; 17-A thin strap of loin cloth hangs between the
legs, attached to a vertically lined waist band which has slits along the
verticals--which can show skin or a different color material--but usually
skin. Above the thin strap is a half belt buckle, making it and the strap
look like a T. On either side from the hip area (or beneath) are material
which can go all around the back or just be straps of their own. These
connect to the short cut top, revealing a stomach. The short cut top has an
open chest area, making it a rectanglar area of chest and showing
nipples. The hip area straps connect to the lower part of the short cut top
with buttons. It makes a sort of U with the bottom of the U being straight
and the curve on the U showing the
 chest. A necklace completes it and this can be either a collar band or
necklace or chainlinked neck piece. It is not really attached even though,
at times, it appears to be.

Blade-about 5-9, dark skinned French, Native American Chipawa look, with
umbilicus ring sticking way out I called it a donut navel. Lite tanned
Indian loin cloth leaving little to the imagination, tied with ropes around
the leg-hip area. Hot! Skinny dude but looks ripe for stabbin that ringed
belly button, the ring standing out.

Subzero84-bendable, innie, outtie, both, sometimes transform, a belly
buttons are big as a penis! This very tight abbed muscled dude worked out
the most of all of the others! He is chiseled, ripped, cut, and a stone
Arnold type! This outfit is rather strange. It has a top piece with a
slightly lined neck collar and similar wrist bands. A jigsaw puzzle like
piece rises from the sides of the mid or lower ribs to a higher section in
the front, almost to a semi oval. This area is over a bare stomach. Another
piece, identical to the top section but inverted downward as if flipped is
below the navel, going far beneath it, just barely covering crotch
area. The lining of the two waist belts are vertically lined but closer
lines than the neck collar. Over the whole outfit are jigsaw like designs,
which can be worn as bare holes showing more skin or can be worn with
different colored material in them. This outfit originated on a planet
where rain had to be soaked into the skin each tim
 e it rained. Holes can be near the nipples, just below the shoulders,
above the wrists, around the hips, knees, or just opposite any of those.

Deadboy34-Scottish sexy ruddy haired dude with RAW-real raw belly button
with a bit of a ridge that looks sandpapered! Sometimes red, sometimes
sandy colored as if the guy was laying face down on the beach. The interior
looks somewhat diseased but when you realize it isn't, it looks just plain
take-able! Cut that belly out! A plain shirt with squares revealing the
chest and nipples and two half circles, the top one showing navel the
bottom showing the underbelly just above the crotch. The pants have square
windows to either side of the crotch, revealing skin. There are also doors
(which can be opened) near the knees, perhaps just above the knees or below
the knees. Regular shoes with ties or not complete it.

Thumper-long black hair with hard abs, black-brown eyes, about 6-3, wearing
denim pants and a short cut sleeved top, revealing deep quarter sized belly
button. Loves to use knives.

ANDROIDS fodder if needed-all totally bare except for yellow boots and
yellow Roman skirts; all very muscled----

Fuk-seemingly a Chinese android with a THICK RIDGE-this can be on innies
mostly (sometimes outties have it too!) but the thick ridge which looks
like some forms of macaroni covers the top (and sometimes the bottom) but
not the bottom (and the bottom one doesn't have a top) and his thick almost
like the top of a train underpass! When person moves, it can come out
further or go in. NOTE: Sometimes a thick ridge does go all around. Chinese
Tiger Trident.

Tari-Mesomorphic Swedish like android, the pushed up innie: sometimes a guy
has a pushed up innie as if someone missed putting the belly button in the
right place--it is too far up into his stomach, almost off his stomach and
not there at all; it looks as if it is almost on his chest, sometime but
not always this one looks like it is the end of a balloon that has not been
tied into a knot. Other times, it looks like a perfect dark hole with no
folds or inner stuff to be seen, very deep, sometimes it is not deep at all
and we can see the bottom of the bellly button extend upward as it a cone
or balloon ending but we cannot always see the top of such a
button. Extremely sexy on mesomorph bulky muscle guys.

Mocka-THE THICK RIDGE-this can be on innies mostly (sometimes outties have
it too!) but the thick ridge which looks like some forms of macaroni covers
the top (and sometimes the bottom) but not the bottom (and the bottom one
doesn't have a top) and his thick almost like the top of a train underpass!
When person moves, it can come out further or go in. NOTE: Sometimes a
thick ridge does go all around.

Ghul-Innie/outtie: seen this on an Arabian type android: a large ridge
swirl which looks like a rounding worm or snake, a thick bulbous ridge
which curls a coil into the belly button (sometimes comes coiling back out
and then in again!) and goes in, almost but not quite hiding the inner fold
and the deep cavern of belly button beneath. Usually more vertical but
sometimes both vertical and horizontal. Sometimes just horitzonal.

So the stage is set. The players in place. John also brought along some
guys who were in the belly stabbin club but were no longer active, guys who
liked belly punching but not stabbin. He thought if these guys liked to
flirt with their bellies so much: they should be in on this too:

They were: Gutman 39 HardAbs1 Man the Danned

and the rest....here on John's Planet....


The stage is set...who will live or who will die? Will anyone live? Will
John die?

TO BE CONTINUED...

John somehow overlooked the fact that GuttheKnife, the stab me in me upper
abs guy, was left in his back room of one of the vast hallways of his time
machine. He didn't know the naked Gut was now recovering, slowly and would
be a threat to him. Gut was cut, well endowed, and muscled. How John could
have missed me was beyond him or later, when John was cut by Gut, John!

?

We awoke already in chains. Wrapped around our wrists over our heads,
stretched so that our booted feet could just about touch the floor. Our
weapons were discarded on the floor. Lined up against a gray brick wall in
a stone castle's lower regions. Loki in cut off denim shorts and an open
denim vest with ripped off sleeves with no shirt on underneath pulled at
his chains, flexing his arms and stomach. I was on the end, Innout, and I
looked up and saw two of our tormentors, "This isn't fair," I said, "You
haven't even given us a chance to fight."

Flangel was there, his bare stomach showing off his pushed down innie,
looking too far down, almost like it was meant to be in the dick area,
which was just about the only thing not showing. His revealing skin on the
lower belly just above the crotch made my limp dick move to a semi. The
black boots he has on, very sharp at the toes. "Fair?" He brought himself
over me, braced his hands against the wall behind me and with his left knee
pressed against my right side. "You would kill us for not playin your
filthy game."

"And you'll kill us for trying to kill ya!" I laughed at him which made him
mad.

He brought up his boot on his right foot, steadying himself and he put the
point in my belly button, not too hard. It felt good there. I told him
so. "That all ya got, puss wad?"

This made Flangel so angry that he wanted to pile drive that boot in my
navel out to the wall behind my bare back. The cold there felt good but the
heat from Flangel's body so close to mine was good, too.

Phillip5 was there too, "Hey don't kill em right away. That'll be no
fun. Let em last." This one has a very flat innie-not in too much but very
flat and very up front in your face and with no identifying marks. He had a
Pilum-a thick-long iron headed sword with a pyramidal point. The end of the
shaft was flat like the tang of a sword. Geoo knew it felt good against his
stomach because Phillip was putting it there but only drawing a little bit
of blood, he didn't want to kill us right away. I saw a cape covering his
muscled otherwise bare back, short but linked and held by a Vee shape which
went over his bulging shoulders, ending in a Vee between the deep pectorals
but above the stomach and navel. His nipples were stiff, so he was aroused
by what he was doing.

"Puss wad here?" I sneered.

Next to me, Loki told me to shut up. Geoo was trying to put his stomach
onto the sword in his navel but Phillip kept moving it away, "Naw, too
fast, sucker."

"I want an arrow, please, let it be an arrow," Geoo said.

"Do him like he wants," I put in, "It ain't fairrrrrrrrguhhh"... Flangel
pressed in my belly button harder with his foot point.

"Feel good?" He breathed in my face. I put my head down so as to get to his
pecs or in between them and lapped up his sweat.

Slugger3 was there too but was fiddling with some stand up that looked like
a barbecue. Oh no, I thought. His red hair, brown eyes, freckles-walnut,
flat innie with many lines and marks, distracted me as he turned toward
us. Flangel let his boot point out of my belly button. "No, I wanna it in
there, man, do me!"

Flangel smiled and smeared some belly smear out of my navel onto my
stomach. He reached into my shorts and wiped up some clear precum onto my
navel around it and licked some off, "You are gonna love this...what we
have for you."

Slugger's outfit also distracted me but Flangel felt good doing things to
me as my navel contorted with his touch, moving to an oval shape as I
struggled to get free, then messing to a sideways angle like some
twist. Slugger wore short shoulder coverings in three layers do not cover
the entire arm or chest in fact the chest is not covered at all. Between
each shoulder pad attached from the second layer and over the top layer are
single hooks which hold a horizontal rope tie between shoulder pads. From
this rope is a real tie---a triangular point reaching down vertically. The
shoulder coverings can be worn long to form a cape in back or can be
shorter to cover just the upper back or not even the entire wing bones. Two
points grip the waist and point into the belly button stopping just short
of it, the tie point pointing above the belly button. Far below the hips
are the skimpy shorts which have a point on top pointing up at the belly
button. The shorts are basically strap shap
 ed with two straps on each side but are totally connected one piece of
shorts. It looks almost like an X shape but more the endings are more
vertical, one just below the hip on each side and one on the upper leg on
each side. Dull tipped but pointed boots go far up over the ankle to the
knee.

Slugger turned from a pot of hot wax. He came toward Rm11, another of the
four of us hanging there. It was me, Innout, Geoo, Loki, and Rm11. I
wondered where Zombywoof was. Did they kill him? When they found us, we
were asleep. Brought to this strange place by who knows who. All I knew was
they ignored us and they would pay the price, if we could get out of
this. A part of me didn't want to get out of this. I enjoyed it as the hot
wax Flangel poured down my middle chest went through my pecs like a river
of burning passion and cupped above the ridge over my belly hole. It made a
stop, then Flangel poured a tiny tit more so that it spilt over and zipped
past my navel. Damned. I wanted it in there.

The other three guys were having the same thing done to them by Phillip and
Slugger. Except in Rm's case, the wax dripped right in there! It burned his
navel innards something fierce. I could hear his groans of pleasure and
pain which turned me on even more. As each of us four strained, we moved
our navels, backward to pull down on the chains, our stomachs contorted,
the muscles rippling inward as if we had more belly buttons, the waxy
droplets finding more areas of rippled bellies to congeal around, burning
our raw, red stomachs. If we moved forward, the navel would stretch
vertically more, fleshy innards coming out almost as if to stab our three
tormentors; and if we tried to pull sideways too much, it would make the
navel look horizontal and more deep.

Then they stopped the wax. This was the fun part. I saw Slugger 3 pick up
both his Gladius, a short double edged blade fitted into an unguarded
wooden handle with a tiny but sharp point and his Spatha-a thrusting
broadsword which started out thin but could edge into a belly button,
slowly oliterating all skin around it, making a nice whirlpool of cut. He
moved toward Rm11. Rm11, cut strained and tried to pull back. Slugger
smiled and put his sword where Rm11's belly once was and just had to wait
until Rm11 got tired and had to swing back from the wall. He couldn't hold
there forever.

Good old well built Phillip had his Pilum a thick-long iron head with a
pyramidal point, the end of the shaft was flat like the tang of a sword. In
his other hand he held a very thin sabre like knife, good for stickin right
in someone's belly button without causing much damage around it but diggin
in it---which is what he started to do to Loki, who doubled up under its
wrath. But fortunately for Loki, Phillip had a thing about going real slow,
real,real slow. "I like it slow so you won't die right away, Loki,
man. You're gonna enjoy this."

"C'mon pussy," I said to Flangel, "They seem like they are getting all the
fun! Give it to me good! Show it to me what you can do to me belly button!
Jab in there! I'd do the same n to ya!"

Flangel had had enough from me. He held a very thin sword and placed it at
my belly button. He slowly drove it in but I could tell he was holding back
runnin me right through. I moved forward onto it since I wanted to feel
that right in my..."Arrgghhhhhhh, deep in there! That all ya got!?!?!"

Before I could really feel it as deep as I wanted to, I saw an inch thick
knife point come out of Flangel's lower belly just under his navel, making
it float on a sea of a flap of cut skin. Good, I thought, someone was
stickin him from behind and they left his navel intact, "Let me have a
piece of that!"

Flangel was shocked, "Uh, uh, oh. Oh. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. Shit, fuck,
pissssughhhhhhh! Oh no!"

Black Gladiator, that totally muscled dude, bigger than all of us in the
room, had snuck up behind the trio as they were having their fun and
cumming at the same time. He held back a bit, he later told us since he was
getting hot from watching us tortured. Nice guy. A total bastard. He has a
hidden innie: this fucker was so cut and ripped, his abs hid that nice
fleshy chocolate belly button but it is there; as he fought sometimes I
watched it so much all that I could see was the round edges, sometimes when
he strained, as when he put his sword right into the guts of Slugger's
belly, Slugger bending over it like a pretzel (aw poor Slugger, he was
making sounds like OAAAHHHHH, ULLLLL, CAN'T....BEARRRRRRRRRR
ITTTUGHHHUHHHH), it looked like an outtie, popping out like a dick man! At
times, such as when he pulled the blade out of Slugger's butchered belly,
mixed with his tight abs so tight the belly button seemed to move!
BKGladiator had no shirt with low hanging knee low denim pa
 nts with red underwear (with white flowers on them!) stickin up out of
them. He also wore a head bandana, a rag over the head. He was a tough
looking dude. No one in their right mind would want to fight him. I longed
to. I wanted him on the other side, in fact he was supposed to be.

Slugger fell to his knees, his hands holding a tangle of intestine. Flangel
was successfully holding his belly wound to make it one. That left Phillip
who was getting the better of BkGladiator. Phillip cut Bk's upper arm with
his sabre knife and moved in with the sword. That thing would cut a million
pieces out of anyone's stomach. Bk and Phillip grunted the grunts of a
battle. Bk was pinned infront of us but as Phillip charged with a straight
thrust, Bk moved and Phillip nicked the side of Loki's right hip or just
above it.  Bk ducked under and thrust but missed as Phillip moved. Yet Bk
was able to move behind him and kick him. This sent Phillip into us, Phillp
was agile enough to effect a turn but he couldn't stop himself. Rm11
reached himself up and used his knees to hit Phillip. Phillip was about to
turn for the attack but Bk hit Phillip on the back and Phillip went down.

Bk smiled a broad grin, "I am here to rescue you, my friends."

"Why?" I said, hoping to be stabbed by him, "You are on the other side."

"No, man, I meant to write back. I wanted to navel play, too, I just
couldn't at the time." He raised his sword over Phillip's form.

"No man," I yelled, "Don't kill him."

"What? You crazy?"


"We will but...well unchain us and I'll show you. Are the other two...?"

"Slugger's had it, I will just make sure," Bk drove his sword to turn
Slugger off his stomach and onto his back, then drove it into the flailing
body and out the back again, "Yes, he is dead."

I was mad, "I said don't kill them!"

"The other one is alive."

"Get us down and we'll...well, I'll show you."

"C'mon," Rm11 said, "Get us the fuck off here, my arms are killing me."


TO BE CONTINUED...

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So there we had the two survivors; Slugger 3 was already expired, huffing
his last and cumming to his sticky end. It made us all hard as a
rock. Flangel was hanging by his wrists and we put him up higher than the
floor so his feet didn't touch it. His belly wound was low, low on his
navel. I pressed up against his legs and using the sharp but small pins in
one hand, pins I found on the wall of torture instruments, I decided what I
would do to finish Flangel. With the free hand, I pressed on his fleshy
outtie and turned it on itself. I then squeezed so that it popped out, a
fleshy thing, it now was an outtie which was ripe for me to stick these hot
waxed pins in, the flap of skin above the belly wound just laying on his
thrusted upon belly.

After a while, BKGladiator had gone outside, even though he wanted to watch
more of this. I noticed it was making him rub himself with his hands
against his crotch but we thought he'd make a good guard and he reveled in
that...knowing he could probably beat any two dudes...unfortunately more
than two might have been a problem.

I stuck the two pins I had into the fleshy sides of the new outtie navel
and Flangel squirmed with delight. I had ripped all his clothes off by now
and his penis was languishing in its own pre cum, parts of which dropped
off and part of which just hung, bounced up to his dick again, and then
hung limply. He was losing some blood.

The other, Phillip was being skewered slowly with thin swords by Rm11 and
Loki. I couldn't really tell what they were doing and where exactly they
were stickin him but I kinda guessed where. When they stepped back, my
guess proved right---these thin, very thin swords were bouncing up and down
from being so vibrant and thin. The gleaming off of them made their
thiness, the thinnest swords any of us ever saw in reality or in a book,
made them look exotic. All four dangled stiffly but also in a loose way,
out of Phillip's jabbed belly button. It was big enough to hold it and then
some. But Phillip's intestines were started to sag out of the bottom of his
lower wound and out his back. He ugghheeddd himself to his last, jerking
his back against the cold stone while Rm11 and Phillip moved their bodies
up against him to let free their fly of cum and white spunk. Geoo was
watching all of this, sticking himself with the point of his own spear but
not so much that it would kill him. He
  knew we needed him.

I took off Flangel's pointed boots and stuck them into his outtie navel,
meshing the new navel with pins still intact back into his belly. The
entire area, a mess, caved inward and I stood back to look at the two shoe
points dangling into him, the shoes attached. Flangel gasped,
"Noooooouuuuuuuaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhwoowwwwww! Yeah!"

"Must feel..." I retrieved my sword and made a nice circle around the
perimeter of his belly button, he undulating onto it. With my free hand I
reached into my underwear and rubbed my pre cum to a swarthy vanilla swirl
and then opened up fire on Flangel with hot white juice,
"...gouuuuooooodddddahyeah!" Then I pulled my sword out and let it drop,
moving in on him and jerking him to his death, the death moves he was
making making it easier for me to rub..in fact, he was doing most of the
work! Soon, we are all covered with cum and sticky sweat. Flangel and
Phillip hung limp, intestines and other gore hanging out of them. None of
us were turned on by that so we left the castle soon. We all wondered where
BkGladiator was and saw no signs of a struggle.

Geoo said, "Let's take to the woods, man, maybe Zombywoof is there, and
maybe BKGlad, too."

We agreed and started out. We neared a river bed and I happened to spot a
blond head just below the ground's horizon. "I know we shouldn't split up
but I have an idea. I'll meet you guys at that giant redwood tree just
ahead. I wanna look for a good spot to hide out if we need it."

"We don't wanna hide," Rm11 said, "We wanna split guts and guy's navels!"

"I know but I just want to," I lied.

"Okay, we'll look for the other two on the way," Loki explained.

"If we see anyone else?" Geoo asked.

"Jab into their bellies," I smiled and waved my sword, it's thin point now
clean. I had rubbed the gore off on Flangel's clothing.

As the guys left, I felt a little guilty. I knew we were being watched. I
hoped it was just that one blond youngster. He seemed just 18, just as I
felt. If there were others in waiting, waiting to skewer me, I would have
my fill. Rather, they would fill me with their steel and I would enjoy
it. Hopefully, they would get me right in my deep navel. If not, I would
make them suffer if I could. If it was just the one...I would try to best
him. Stick him like the others.

I made believe I didn't realize the kid was hiding where he was. I went to
the river where the ground was more flat and grassy. I bent over the river
side to act as though I was taking a drink. In reality, I wanted to engage
this blond in a fight, so I inwardly hoped, sweated, that he would take
this chance to jump me. He did.

With anticipation swelling in my shorts and pre cum already wetting my
dickhead and shorts, the kid jumped onto my back. He was trying to give me
a sporting chance and didn't want to stick me in my bare back. Good. I
wanted to feel it in my belly button. I didn't let go of my sword the
entire time and that should have made him suspicious but perhaps he didn't
think anyone would purposely walk into a fight. Only one who didn't care if
he won or lost. In fact, although I tried my HARDest to win, I probably
wanted to lose more.

Our swords clanged in mid air, between us. It was my first look at my
beautiful opponent. This was Leon52. I would swear he looked like a clone
of Leonardo DiCaprio, all smooth and hairless and shit. He had this mane of
long blond hair, longer than DiCaprio but not quite to his shoulders. He
had a semi sun tanned body, some sun burn, muscled legs and a somewhat
defined chest but his abs were more developed than the movie
star. Good. His washboard was almost perfect in a slender way. When he
pressed home his sword against mine, I wanted our other swords (if you know
what I mean) to press home also. I also saw his abs contorting and
stressing as we met, body to body, sword to sword. I had my knife in my
underwear and wondered if I should pull it. He had one in a holster near
his bare hip.

Leo's sometimes outtie looked like a knot. He had taken off his black
headband with his free hand as we fought. I cut the sword against his
chest, cutting off the chain linked necklace and the looser tie holding the
two sides of a dark leather (or other material) vest. The vest has slight
points at the shoulders, no real sleeves but thin bracelets, all which were
cumbersome. "Take it all off," I dared say, "I'll let you."

The tight fitting dark black leather pants have holes to either side of the
crotch, revealing skin to either side of the genitals. There are smaller
holes going down, uniformly, the outside legs, holes which reveal skin
also. The stomach and chest are bare. High heeled boots with with roach
killer points to the toes complete the outfit. He took off the remains of
the vest. As he did, I plunged at his belly button, nicking his upper abs
as he tried to move away. "Hey, that's not fair. You said..."

"I lied," I said coldly.

We raced at each other, he meaner and madder that he was lied to and me,
ensured that this beauty would give me the deep pain feeling in my navel or
have it in him by me. Suddenly our bodies parted again but we leaned on
each other, hip to hip. I grabbed at his wrist, he at mine. He kneed me
away from him and swung his sword. He was off kilter but so was I. I
planted both feet on the ground, ducking my head but swung my own sword
into his from a lower angle. This made it fly from his hand and land on the
grass. I moved upward and found to my surprize, the kid, whom I remembered
as a redhead, with his hands up.

He looked so nice that way. I admired his abs and planted the point of my
sword in his navel, just resting it there, waiting for the slide home.

He didn't look afraid or anything which I thought was brave. Then I
realized the truth. His hands up, he said it, a moment later, "I
surrender. I give. You got me."

"Not yet," I smiled on one side of my mouth, "Don't move or you get it
deep."

"Take me prisoner, man, I surrender. Take me to your friends, you must have
them here somewhere. The others...they wouldn't fight on my side so I hid,
thinking I could just...well, just tie me up or something..." I think it
didn't dawn on him what I would do next.

"Hey, kid, we don't take prisoners here." I moved my elbow back as if to
strike my sword deeper than it could go. The point left his navel and
realizing now he was dead, he tried to move back. Quickly, I grabbed both
his wrists with one hand, my free hand and brought them together.

"Whaa?" Was all he could say.

Seconds later I drilled my point right directly into his formidable navel
hole and kept plunging until the hilt hit skin and even then kept it
going. "Die!"

"Dulllllllllllllllggggguhhhh."

He seemed to bend at me a bit, then move back, trying to get off it. I
watched him in the eyes and then he looked into mine. He also looked down
at the long thing in his navel and then looked away as if it would go
away. He shut his eyes.

With a quick stroke out, I removed the sword. I didn't give him time to
feel the pain since I quickly jabbed it right back into the same spot! It
went out his back this time and he jerked back, one knee giving way. As he
fell forward, a resisting movement made him lurch back off the sword and he
fell on his back onto the grass. He was laying lopsided but managed to land
on his bare back. He strained to get up off it, his lower back down, his
upper back up, his abs rippled and cut. Literally. I struck again and put
the sword through him as though it would hold him up. He jerked wildly on
it now and I kept it in a bit, watching. He was still looking at me but
stopped and closed his eyes. I saw him covered in total sweat. I ripped off
his leather pants, opening the strings. His penis jolted out, full and
hard, seven inches of pure wetness and shooting fire!

He was on his back now and his legs straightened out. His hands went to his
belly hole--holes and pressed. I used my sword to move them away and mow it
into the same spot. I drilled him stuck to the ground. I left the sword
there for a good while, keeping my hand on it as if I could feel with my
hand in the hilt the things inside him that resisted or tried earlier to
resist my surging in. He failed and flailed and he took a long time but he
died finally. His eyes were shut and his tongue was out. I let go of my
sword but used it for leverage as I leaned on his nice lower belly with my
knee to kiss it and his mouth.

I shook my head, "Fool." I took my sword out and left him there, his beauty
forever in this grass, his guts deeper in the ground.

4--6

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4

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I was reeling with pre cum, up my underwear band from having felt the flesh
of Leon52 on the end of my point when I returned to the others. I found
them at the giant redwood tree. They had met Black Gladiator there as he
was fighting off a horde of the others, all steel clanging. BlackGladiator
was facing Blade, Thumper, Subzero, DavidSk31, Bowie1, InYrGuts, and a few
of the others all by himself before Geoo, Rm11, Zombywoof, and Loki
arrived. He had a serious wound under his right hip on one of his sexy
curves. That he was able to fend off so many of the others---the toughest
of the others it seemed, was to his credit. He continued to arch his swords
in curves to hit them away from himself. He was only successful in that
1-he lived and 2-he made Thumper lose both his sword when Bk's hit it and
Thumper's knife when Thumper's opposite wrist was hit by Bk's sword. Bk
would have bought it there and then but the other four on our side,
arrived, with me not far behind.

Bowie, aka, Cody, wanted to stay and finish the fight but the others
thought there would be a better place for the end fight and started to
retreat. They weren't as afraid of the five of us on one side as they were
of facing BkGladiator with his reinforcements. Me, I wanted to watch them
all fight it out and carve up each other's bellies then and there. Cody
smashed his weapon into Bk's and the swords he held fell. Cody picked them
up and got away with them. BkGlad was very tired, one could tell. I thought
the sweat all over his muscled, chocolate body looked rather FINE!!!

My attention turned from Bk who was on his hands and knees, trying to
recover from fighting so many at one time, to the other four, who found
Thumper couldn't keep up with the retreat. The four of them were dragging
back to me. Cool. Zombie had Thumper's left wrist; Rm11 had the right. From
behind, Geoo held an arrow in his back but not breaking flesh...yet. I
called them over to a big rock with a flat head, "Over here! Over here!"
They hauled him over. A big guy, Thumper struggled and almost got free a
few times. I could tell Bk was watching, enjoying this as he held his lower
wound.

"Spread him out!" I punched my hilt into Thumper's higher up chin and he
reeled from it. The others dumped him on the rock on his back and he spread
over it like a sacrificial lamb. With his long black hair, black-brown
eyes, about 6-3, wearing denim pants and a short cut sleeved top which rode
up higher with the struggle, revealed was his deep quarter sized belly
button. Zombie and Rm11 held his upper arms down but he kept kicking. I
made Geoo and Loki hold his ankles.

Geoo yelled at Thumper, "Stop struggling! You dead in your nabel, ya know!
You might as well stop kicking and all!"

Thumper yelled, "No, I won't! I wanna go out fighin!"

I knew Thumper liked knives and liked using knives, so I took mine out of
its sleeve and raised it way up overhead! Thumper looked lovingly at it,
"Yeah! Oh yeah! Do it! Do me! Let it rip! Let it fly!"

"Go on!" Loki called.

I stopped in mid air, "We need more than one knife!"

The other guys took theirs out but this meant that they didn't have as good
a hold on Thumper who kept kicking. By now, BkGladiator came up behind
Thumper, "Let me help."

"You wimp," I said, "You couldn't take them. And where the hell are your
weapons?"

"Cut the shit! You wouldn't been able to take all them at once!"

"Yeah, you're probably right," I said, egging him on, "But besides that
you're hurt, what can you do? You aren't really even one of us, you never
answered the messages."

"I know but I saved you all back there...come on, man, let me help your
wimpy asses."

Loki nodded, trying to hold a Thumper leg with one hand, "Yeah, let him
help us, Innout."

"Okay, you hold his arms up over his head."

BkGladiator took the arms and whipped them up over Thumper's own long hairy
head. This allowed Zomby and Rm11 to move to just the area above Thumper's
hips. I stood at the foot of the rock now and got on top of Thumper's legs,
Loki and Geoo flanking me on either side. All of us had knives now. Thumper
thrashed about but I had my knees ontop his legs and Bk, being very strong,
held those thick Thumper biceps way up over his head. One. I struck with my
knife. Upper abs, thick and hard. It felt like hitting rock! At first. I
dug it deep. I went up and down again. Two. Mesh into the same spot. Three
up and down again, lower into his first set of abs. Higher just up to his
ribs but not on them. I smiled. Thumper gasped, "Nawwwwwwwwwww! Oh
shitttttttttuggghhhhhhh! Fucccccccccccccccc!
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuowwwwwww!Gaaaaaakkkkk."


"I like it when they moan and groan and shit!"

I nodded to the others and they all moved in. I made an overhanded drive to
Thumper's upper abs, driving down, "I'll meet you inside, Rm!"

Rm11 gave an underhanded drive up from the lower belly of Thumper as I got
off---there was no way Thumper was going anywhere now. His legs were
kicking but upward in pain, I guess trying to bare it. There were many dots
where our knives struck over and over.

Rm11 drove his knife from lower intestinal juices to meet my knife and we
rubbed them together under Thumper's considerable, now blooded abs. It felt
great. TO us and to Thumper. Thumper cried out, sounds that were
indescriable, beyond recognition. None of us had ever heard sounds like it
before, nor probably would again.

"Shit that is hot, wish I could get some of that!" Bk was saying, smiling
over Thumper's head.

Thumper thrashed and wet himself.

Rm111 pulled his knife out and buried it straight up into Thumper's belly
button, shit, I wanted to do that. Hell, I did anyway, my blade right next
to Rm11's blade. Thumper bucked like a fuckin bronco as he spilled his load
in his shorts. His once tanned belly was now ripped beyond repair. I got
off and Rm moved away. We looked at our handywork as Geoo drove an arrow
deep and used it like a friggin stick shift in Thumper's ample stomach,
every which way was being cut. Loki just put his knife in over and over
again, in many different spots, raising it up each time over and over
again. I didn't think there would be any bare spots left. Soon, there
weren't. Thumper's incredible, animalistic dying sounds stopped and he
seemed to want to roll off the rock. He couldn't muster the
strength. Besides that, Bk was still holding his arms up over his head, and
he needed great force to hold him there since the pain made Thumper want to
bring his hands down to close his wounds, which, of
 course, would be impossible. Geoo backed his arrow out after feeling rock
beneath it. Loki backed off too, now.

"Let em go," I called to Bk. He did.

Thumper still could not roll off. I used my sword to roll his body but it
didn't quite make it. Loki took a sword and found the area above the hip
that was not cut. He drove it in sideways and found its way into into and
under Loki's midsection from hip to hip and the sword seemed to go out the
other side, just above his hip. He was being stabbed sideways. Thumper
sucked in air and didn't suck out. With a majestic move about him and an
air of fun and superiority, Loki withdrew the sword and held it up in the
air. Thumper fell off the rock and landed in leaves and grass with a last
long and long lasting sigh. "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...."

It sounded like steam going on.

And on.

And on.

Finally, the big guy died. I carved up his belly with my sword some more to
make sure he wasn't faking. "No one can fake living through that...or
rather...dying through that." We all laughed as the pool of blood and cum
under Thumper (for after carving, I turned him onto his ripped belly, face
down) grew. I put my sword down. I realized I still had my knife in my left
hand.

Black Gladiator stood. I went up to him. I put a hand out and he put his
hand out. I made as if I wanted to shake it, "Nice job, Black
Gladiator. You proved to us that you are one of us..." As Black Gladiator
reached for my hand to shake it, I quickly threw my knife into my right
hand and the right hand, being so close to BlackGladiator, now had the
knife. All I had to do was slip it a few inches forward and into his ripe
and deep slit. I did. It struck and I noticed how infinitely more hard his
belly was than mine and Thumper's. Bk's face was in shock as if he never
expected thi. "DIE! YOU ARE NOT ONE OF US! DIE PIG!" His navel was the
target.

I buried it as deep as I could and pressed my entire weight and body at
him, knowing if I didn't load it all on now, Bk would surely finish me. I
pressed and pushed and ran at him---he was with me but he wouldn't fall. He
held his spot and stopped me. Which was fine, too as it gave me a hard bit
to do him. My knife bit in and in. Bk looked down at it and saw my head
buried in his pec canyon. I also reached my head up and put it on his broad
shoulder. Pressing all the time, finally feeling some give in those tight,
hard abs and the meat beneath. It began to slide but slowly...slowly...ever
so slowly. Bk grabbed at my sides and slid his hands behind me as if to
punch but he couldn't. I was too close to him. I nailed him against the
tree...literally. I loved it. I felt my dick rise up out of my elastic band
and pressing close to his. Mine rose as did his. Both hit the hilt of the
knife.

Bk winced and grabbed my lower waist from behind. He then mustered all he
could and pulled himself from the tree. I didn't want the knife to stay
there and have Bk come off it. I let it out with him. I pulled it out a bit
and gore hung from it.

Bk arched backward, his hands out, not daring to touch the wound, "Ohhhhh
man, Innout, right in my fuckin navel! Ahhshit! Gaaaaakkkkkkk. Oh
mannnnnnnnn! Fuccccccccccccccccc itttttttt!" He grew angry and ran at me
again. I laughed as he toppled me. He fell on top of me as I just held out
the knife and let it find its way into his belly button again...or the hole
that used to be his belly button. I was under him, his pressing weight on
top of me, feeling great! My dick was out and rising on his hard stomach
and rose up to the hilt of my blade again. It felt great. The hilt was
pressed, let go of my hand, against my hard abs, too. I tightened my
stomach and pressed upward, making the knife controlled by my abs. It went
into Bk, whose eyes above me started to shrink closed, drugged like. He
knew he was dying. He jerked and his dick came out of his underwear, too.

I felt his mushroom head hit the hilt and pass it! He was big! It spread
out over my tight, unbutchered six pack and smoothed over the hairless skin
there. I loved it as pre cum washed over my own belly button and some
slipped in and some spilled around it. I pressed upward, raising my hips
---being able to as Bk got weaker and weaker. I licked the canyon between
his pecs. I bit his nipples. I left salvia on his upper body.

"You fuckugh," I heard him moan. "That was not fair, I could
have...coulda...couldhave beat you..."

"I know," I huffed, "But you didn't, didya? Die happy, it's the last thing
you ever gonna feel, sucker! Next time, answer our message."

"It was yourrrrraaahhhhh." I was still moving the knife around as much as I
could with just my own belly against the hilt. "It wasn't the other guy's
with you, idea, it yours...they'll kill youuuuuuuuuuuuu."

I brought my cumming dick up past the hilt and it splashed over the blade
and the area of his former ridged belly button and Bk cam at the same time
as I. His ample white load made it up to my chin. He died with my head on
his shoulder.

I rolled over and rolled atop Bk and jerked some more, draining my vein of
its boy juice, some of it rather meaty and filling the pec valley of Bk's
dead body.

I turned to see the four guys watching us in shock, all of them gripping
their penises and shooting loads in the excitement. After splattering the
rock with his whiteness, Loki was angry, "Why'd you do that? He was our
best man!"

"Fuck him," I said, pulling my underwear back up, "He is a lesson to the
others. No one that didn't answer me...us, will get it in the belly butt or
we will die trying!!!" I spit on Bk's body.

I walked away, not caring that the other four were looking at each other
with scared faces on. Then the four smiled and followed me.

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I, Rmn111 watched with growing excitement as you stabbed the
BlackGladiator's bare belly. You took him by surprise and sliced open his
sexy bellybutton. My cock got rock hard as I heard him scream and saw your
knife sink into his belly, pinning him to the tree. I ripped off my
loincloth as I saw the two of you fall onto the ground, struggling, your
knife slicing into his unprotected belly again. Your naked chests squirming
together as his wounded belly with your knife sticking out of it pushed
against your perfect belly. Massaging my cock, I came on The
BlackGladiator's back and ass as you pushed his dead body off of you, and I
see that in the struggle he has torn off your loincloth and that you are
covered in his cum.

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As the five filed passed the riddled corpses of both BkGladiator and
Thumper, a foul scent filled the air. Each covered his face and gasped for
breath. Not only had Thumper wet himself while being incessantly stabbed,
now his relaxed sphinctor was allowing large doses of methane to freely
escape with nary a sound. "Oh Man! Not day old pizza and beer SBD's!!"
exclaims Loki. It was Thumper's pay back!! Suddenly a pidgeon and two small
sparrows drop and bounce on the ground dead, their plumage slowly curling
up as if being eaten by acid. Dazed in utter amazement, the five stumble
down the trail, rushing to vacate the area

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5

We all bathed in the river since our recent experiences left us hot,
sweaty, and cummy. After that the five of us scouted around and found a
small village like area which was abandoned. There was no food in any of
the houses and our bellies were empty----better that way, I thought, to
feel that steel point going into em, if need be.

Leaving the small village, which looked a bit backward compared to our
tastes in our own world, we stumbled upon a large gray stone built
factory. We heard mechanical noises coming from it and decided to
investigate.

Some of the dudes we were up against were inside, that was sure. No one
else seemed to be on this planet...or at least this part of the
planet. Feeling refreshed but also hungry, we moved up on the place but
Loki had a good idea.

He, Geoo, and I went to the front to find out who or what was there. There
was a huge open section and a muscled body stood outside. It looked like
StabMyGut. Brown hair, green eyes,that DOUBLE EFFECT bellly button-this guy
had so many ridges and was so lean and smooth that when he sat and leaned
forward--it looked like his belly button vanished into the ripples and
paradoxically, it looked like his ridges housed two or three more belly
button holes! F'in cool! A Halberd, spike on front, axe blade, fluke, on a
long pole.

"He's mine," I smiled, "I always liked gladiators." For his outfit had that
Roman gladiator look. The top had shoulders somewhat bare but sitting on
top the end of the shoulders and arms are leather short cut topping,
attached across the chest but the short cut top consists mostly of leather
straps that hang down, thick with one metal stud on the end. The short cut
top barely covered the chest. The thong showed hairless bare legs and hips,
held by a thin waist band and the bottom thong consisted of hanging leather
straps with the round studs on the bottom of each, curved slightly at the
ends to show more leg. These straps did not hide much and didn't connect
under the crotch, leaving much revealed--and he had much to reveal, even at
the distance we spied him from.

I found a few trees to hide behind to sneak up on him. I wanted his navel
but more so, I wanted his point in mine. No one as yet could do that for
me. Maybe I would just let him get me. My belly button throbbed and ached
for it. I ran from tree to tree. Unlike the guard out back--where a huge
truck loading area was open and the guard out back---Navelove----Stabmygut
was attentive to his duties.

In back, the dark, tanned, curly and black haired Navelove, thought that
the others inside, Tec9MM and Rtndnuts, had all the fun. They just left his
ass out here to keep him out of the way. Nothing back here but high green
grass with occasional yellow crabgrass.As he crawled up on him, on his
belly, Rm11 could feel rocks and sticks scrap against his belly, and liked
the fact that most found a way to hit his cooled button. He crawled through
the grass slowly, his knife in his mouth.

He saw, before starting, that Navelove had this outtie platau in his
navel.Like a little mountain with a flat top and a few rolling hills;
Navelove had little marks on his, fleshy and flesh toned and a few
lines. His popped out more during movement, but now was swallowed by abs
and ripples. For Navelove took off his sleeveless vest with either seven or
six thin tie ropes between them or three thicker tie ropes between them,
all far up on the neck or chest. His bare stomach folded as he sat with his
back to the wilderness, his front facing the inner factory. His penis hung
from the hanging ripped loin cloth which had six or more ripped sections
pointed down and around.

Rm111 could see him between large fronds of grass. The idoit was sitting
with his muscled bare back to him. Nice view though. From what Rm111 could
tell, he thought Navelove was picking out lint from his ample belly
button. Huh, Rm111 thought, soon he wouldn't have to worry about getting
lint out of his belly button but getting a two inch blade out. He continued
his slow crawl toward his quarry. It would be slim pickings. Slim since
that dark nice stomach was so lean and nice. Soon he would feel it caved in
under his sharp point.

Loki and Geoo watched Innout move closer to Stabmygut, who kept moving from
side to side as he paraded the front of the building's open area, his
weapons ready. I knew he could probably take me in a fair fight. So it
wouldn't have to be fair. That would even the odds of me winning, if that
was what I wanted.

Rm111 was nearing his target.

I neared mine. There were more trees near Stabmygut. I hid behind one,
knowing it would be my end if I fought Stab man to man. The thrill of
getting his hot poker inside me belly was making me shiver with
delight. Soon. But would I be man enough? I waited for the moment.

Then Stabmygut got distracted. He was called by two voices of the pals
inside. "Just hurry up and git out here. I don't like being out here
alone. I don't know why the others didn't come with us here." A
pause. Someone was saying something. I couldn't tell who or what they were
saying. "I know. A trap is all and well and checking this site out is
something we had to do but why couldn't we do it all together?" The voice
answered. The conversation stopped. End. My end or his?

Stabmygut was about to turn around. I dashed out with a strange tiger claw
I had found at the river, a white bony thing it curved down. As Stabmygut
turned, he found his smooth, hard abs turning into this point. I dug.

Rm111 was just behind Navelove at this time and wrapped his legs around
Navel's. "What the fuuuu...?" Rm111 didn't wait. He moved his arms around
Navel's shoulders and Navel grabbed Rm's wrist--the right wrist which held
the sharp knife. He tried to hold it from his belly button, the target of
Rm111. He couldn't even see who it was that was about to puncture his ab
wall.

I let the curve point find its mark deep in Stabmygut's, well, his guts. I
laughed, "Hey, Stabmygut, I'm stabbin your gut!" I laughed again and the
look on his face was one of pure shock. He never expected this. I
smiled. He dropped his weapon and stood there. I didn't expect
this. Feeling the drill of pain driving into him and down to his lower
vitals, he reached out his arms and with his hands grabbed me around the
upper lats. He pulled himself to me and kissed me deeply, tongue and all. I
stared into his eyes and returned it. He was loving it! The bastard wanted
it as badly as I! "Well, well, well, you fuck. Feel my point fuckin you
up!" I curved down as far it as it would go, hitting the base of his cock
from inside and then I twisted the shitter in him.

Rm111 found Navel was quite strong and holding the knife at bay. They
tottered the knife point just beyond the belly hole. But Rm111 leaned in,
his chest hitting Navel's smooth, sikly back. He had the advantage point,
so to speak. The point found that flat plateau and slowly met one of the
lines on it. Soon the large outtie was perpendicular with the blade. The
blade would soon be thrust deep into Navel's, well, navel! I didn't know it
at the time but it dug in deep just as mine did in Stabmygut. Double gasps
as we never heard before, puffing out the air of spent lungs and a gut that
was now filled...with death.

The curve of my bone turned upward now. I gripped the bone differently and
moved it upward to the upper abs, cutting them as I would a piece of
stake--tough not tender. Stabmyguts looked down at it as if he saw a
wonderful thing. I twitched and jerked the bone down again, wanting to
really let his guts have it, "Hey guts, am I stabbin them enough!"

Stabmyguts grunted and could hardly talk as his penis rose up from his
skirt, "Stop...st...sto...ppppppp....the bad....gut
joohh..oh....oh....keskussessssssssfukkkkkkk! oh yeah I'm shoottin!"

"And I'm stabbin as I never have before. Die fucker!"

All Rm111 had to do was lean in on Navel's back some more, well rounded
back muscled on both, meeting chest to back, back to chest, sweat
between. Navel closed his eyes as the steel went in like into a hardened
clay. Navel's ample abs tightened around the knife and tried to clamp
them. His legs tried to move out but Rm11's legs held them somewhat. Navel
jerked back and Rm111 met the force and held him. But his penis was up and
moving. Letting go with his free hand, Rm took Navel's butt, digging his
man sword upward into the hole. In pain and anguish, and desperation, Navel
tried leaning forward, folding up over the knife. Rm11 sunk it in
deeper. Rm whispered stuff into Navel's ear, "Take it like a man. Feel that
in ya, you loving it, ain't ya! I am too." Both men jerked. Navel's penis
broke up from the leather straps and moved them aside, his ample cum
shooting up, spilling all over the outtie sides of his outtie navel, which
was being twisted in. Then as he was in the throes
  of cumming, Rm jerked the point straight in. His pressure on hte hilt
made him able to feel the moment that resistance on Navelove broke
and...the blade popped out the ab wall and found the inner meat of the
victim. Rm had to watch himself or it would jerk out the back of his victim
and into his own navel! He wanted it to and made it sratch at his own
innie: a flat walled affair which appeared empty except for back wall of
skin close up and very able to be seen. Very round and very big, heavy
ridges were there. He laughed as it found its way to his own back belly
button and the movement caused by the cumming and dying Navelove threatened
to break it in deeper but it didn't. A bit of blood but not much. Rm
resisted the urge to throw himself into it.

I majestically pulled that bone claw out of Stabmygut and let it fall. I
looked at his very cut, very ripped stomach. He moved at me, still holding
me. Then he put his left hand on his own hip, ready to try to piece
together his abs. Instead he thrust his own hand into them and moaned in
delight. "Sick!" I egged him on, "Go on! Go for it, brave guy! Feel the
best since it the last thing you ever gonna feel in this world!" Stabmyguts
stabbed his own hands into his own guts. Finally he fell to his knees that
way and landed a bit later on his back, his own hands buried up to the
wrists in his own guts. Geoo and Loki ran into the factory, the noise the
machinery was making covering their entrance up.

Rm111 had a dead Navelove in his lap and the head of the dude was on his
chest. Rm111 kissed the side of the cheek of the dead guy and put his head
on the muscled shoulder. Then he tossed the meat boy off him and jabbed out
his knife. It was time to go into the factory. That was fucking fun...

what would they find inside...and would any of them get killed from it?


TO BE CONTINUED....MORE FUN'N THE FACTORY....

NEXT TIME.

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Rmn111 had raped Navelove as he stabbed his bellybutton deeply with the
knife. As he stabbed him again, Navelove had jerked in pain, forcing
Rmn111's man shaft deeper into his body. Rmn111 had grabbed Navelove"s cock
and ripped open his belly up to his ribs. Navelove came as rmn111's knife
cut into his abs, he shot his cum all over his butchered navel. Rmn111 felt
Navelove's muscles tighten around his shaft as he convulsed in his death
throes. He knew the boy was dead and he held him against his chest for
awhile, his head leaning against Rmn111's pec's.

Rmn111 say that innout had taked Stabmygut. He saw Stab kiss innout and
fall to the ground, his hands thrust deeply into his own butchered
belly. Rmn111 let the dead Navelove fall onto the ground. He fell onto his
belly. Rmn111 stipped the boy's body naked and threw his clothes into the
bushes. Navelove's naked body lay on the ground for anyone to take.

Then Rmn111 ripped off his loincloth that was drenched with Navelove's
blood. He stood naked facing innout and signalling with his knife to attack
the factory. He would fight those inside naked.

Innout could see that the expectation of the battle had filled Rmn111 with
lust and his cock had become hard again

6

?

We entered the factory waiting for a massive fight but all that were inside
was four guys, two caught totally unaware were knocked out by Innout and
Loki. Rm111 was fleshly bare from head to toe and itching to put his sword
in something that would accept it readily. He was about to stab the two
fallen unconscious dudes, Tec9mm, a luscious smooth bellied blond; and
Rtndnuts when Loki called from a panel near the wall, a kind of set up with
a control booth, "No, don't kill them!"

Rm111 stopped, seeing the two were knocked out, "Shit! I wanna! Let me just
carve up their navel areas."

"No," Loki said, "I got a better idea. We can kill two birds with one
stone."

Innout turned, "Whaddya mean?"

"We wanna know where the rest of their fighting team is, right?"

Rm111 told us, "Yes, we do so we can slay them in their navels."

"Well, I think I may have found a way to..."

Rm111 said, impatient, "I want to stick someone now!"

"Do me, then," Innout laughed.

"No," Rm111 said, "They'll do!" He saw two other studs rushing at us with
weapons drawn. By now Zombywoof and Geoo came inside and would soon cum
inside the factory along with myself, Innout and Loki as we watched the two
guys fight Rm111, who spat at us, "They're mine!" His serious dick was
already dripping serious pre cum lines, some of which drooped to the floor,
some of which bounced back up to cover his considerable mushroomic dick
head. He felt it but acted as if he didn't notice.

Sharppoint, the guy with the outtie knob, a big outtie. A simple whip like
strap over the shoulder that ends dangling for an outfit. A center circle
piece at the chest held on by three straps on each side. Belly is bare and
smooth as are bony hips. Above each hip is a strap which connects to a
circular or oval piece that holds the shorts up but leaves room for skin
between straps and shorts which are cut severe up the well developed leg.


and....

DavidSk31 his brown pigtail, brown eyes, rest of head shaved like crewcut,
navel has the pushed up innie as if someone missed putting the belly button
in the right place--it is too far up into his stomach, almost off his
stomach and not there at all; it looks as if it is almost on his chest,
this one looks like it is the end of a balloon that has not been tied into
a knot. We can see the bottom of the belly button extend upward as it a
cone or balloon ending but we cannot always see the top of such a
button. Extremely sexy on this mesomorphic bulky muscle guy. Brandishing
two broadswords. Oval shapes covered his shoulders, all black and these two
l shapes meet two other oval shapes above the chest and below the
neck. From the center of their meeting is a triangular area which comes
down to a band around the ribs, leaving the last rib area bare. This also
leaves each nipple area bare in patch of skin. The belly is in a diamond
patch of bare skin with four pieces around, two ab
 ove and two below, almost as right triangles which make up the hip
coverings on both sides and the only leg coverings. The boots come up high
with two points that are medium to small in size.

The swords clashed. Rm111 threw himself into it. We all watched even as we
carried Tec9mm and Rtndnuts to a conveyor belt and laid first the blond
down on it and then the Rtndnuts. I noted his navel looked like someone
already too ka scalpel to it already but that was just the natural look of
the cute thing.- I looked close enough at this dude's belly button and it
looked like he had his button chopped up or cut or something a long time
ago and healed over; it looked raw or as if it were done a few moments ago;
but there was no scar tissue inside...not scar tissue from a fight or self
injury. A sleeveless vest crisscrossed together by Xing rope ties--three
but more can be added. The curved sides end on each side with a castle
tower effect but upsidedown to have the semi circular-square shapes going
up to show skin. The vest is short cut and the VERY low cut but baggy pants
are hung far under the belly. The legs end just above the ankles.

We strapped his ankles down and his wrists. The same was being done to
Tec9mm. Loki was examining the controls to the conveyor belt.

The sounds of the battle drew our attention back to it. Rm111 sheepherded
the two guys over to a wall. He hit one in the chin with the hilt of his
sword. That was DavidSki, whose pony tail fell down, his long hair getting
in his face now, an advantage. Rm111 moved in on David and cut his upper
leg by mistake as he went for the kid belly and David moved back, causing
Rm111 to miss the navel. As Rm111 did this, shooting pre cum over David's
nice and firm belly, the other one, Sharppoint grabbed Rm111 around the
waist, having had his swords fallen. Rm111 kicked back off a table that was
nailed to the floor,a tool table and sent Sharppoint's back into the wall
behind them. This made Sharppoint flinch in pain and let go of Rm111. It
also made him start to fall to the floor slowly. Rm111 saw this, "Oh no!
You're not getting out of this that easily!" Without hesitation, Rm111
jabbed his sword point right into the bare stomach of the kid!
"Yeeeeeeessss!"

"Ooooaallll! Argggg! Ohhhhahhhhhh," Sharppoint gasped! He looked down as
his large knob had the silver of point in part of it. Rm111 smiled at him
and Sharpoint looked up. "Youllllll ly got part of my belly...let it live!"

"Fuck you! With my sword!" Rm111 moved it around that wide belly button
knob and cut and cut. He then slid the thing in deep. But he forgot about
David who recovered and came at him from behind. Rm111 took the sword out
of Sharpoint. He thrust it back in! It hit the wall behind him. Rm111 took
it out again and hearing David behind him, swung the sword downward and
back, cutting into David's belly meat from in front of the
backstabber. David dropped his swords and tried to pull himself off it. He
arched back but found Rm111 cutting upward now, inching the blade slowly up
from the bare lower belly button into the upper reaches of it. It cut the
ridge and kept on going but slowly. Sharppoint tried to stand on his feet
but fell against the wall which supported him for a time. He wanted to hold
his butchered belly button but didn't want to make more damage. Rm111 said,
"There, now it really looks cut!" So David gave in and put his front on
Rm111's vee back and jerked himself to sh
 ooting a wide cum spurt up Rm111's bare back, hairless and once clean
fleshy white! Now cummy white. Rm111 made mmmmmmm sounds which showed his
approval but then he turned, leaving his sword in David's belly hole and
moved it about it more, cutting eveyr nook and crannie and making it go
every which way that the pain would take it...and took David to new heights
of escatasy. Rm111 jerked his own penis up the length of David's thigh and
up. He moved his dick to David's bloody belly hole and as David slowly fell
downward, jerked himself into the cut area, while taking the sword slowly
out. As the sword removed, Rm111's load shot directly into the hole he
made, blood covering his ample sized dick shaft! Dripping down along with
excess white cum! Dripping everywhere. The rest of us were cumming on each
other by now. David fell and jerked to his end while Rm111 wanted to jump
on him and finish cumming...for he had over twelve full shots left. But he
heard a groan behind him. Turn
 ing, ripping that sword into and out of David again, and his own mal

e penis sword out fitst, he caught sight of Sharppont against the wall,
still alive! "Still alive! Feelin good too!" SHarpoint nodded. He
was. Feeling good. THat sharp pain like no other throbbing through him from
his navel, his former ridge, right out to his back, cold against the wall
but hot now with sticky blood and gore and innards.

"Thank you, fuck head," He told Rm111.

"Thank this!" Rm111 put it in again and moved it around, then stopped,
holding it in one position for a long time. "Feel it really! Really feel
it! Die with pain and take a long time!"

Laughing, I called over, "Hey Sharppoint, you got a sharp point...but in
your deep navel! Die happy man!"

He did. He fell, his hands finally finding that deep hole. Rm111 shot his
last 12 loads over the fallen body, then he jumped longways ontop the teen
and jerked as he stabbed it with his smaller knife over and over. Spent, we
all had to rest.

After about an hour, we woke up to the sounds of the struggling two on the
conveyor belt. I noticed, going over them, that every muscle strained to
get free. Their nice navels changing shape as they did. One, the blonde's
navel, seemed to change into a point trying to reach up and stab me. I
smiled, "Hey Loki, great idea."

"Why can't we just stab them in their nabels," Geoo said, brandishing a
spear. I pushed him away playfully, making sure my fingers found Geoo's
nice belly butt.

Precum dripped down the long strotum of Tec9mmm. He was first. As Loki
moved a lever on the control board pile, the belt moved under an array of
overhead mechanical pieces. Tec saw the danger. Just above his balls was a
silver long arm, the end of which had a not too big point. The point had
very small, half inch or less spikes all around it facing outward. This, in
someone's belly, would cause great long lasting pain. It wouldn't
kill...right away. If at all.

"Now where are the others? What are their plans?"

"Get lost, fucker! Stick yourself!"

An Aussie mate with blond hair, blue eyes, navel is CLAY LIKE-this guy has
a smooth but undefined stomach, lean and with some muscle but not that
marble look. Outfit consists of armor shoulder pads with studs on the upper
edges are connected by a little piece from side to side that looks like a C
on its side with the inner portion of the C squared off into straight edges
and the inner portion pointed down toward the rest of the body. From under
the shoulder pads which run to the upper ribs are a line of material on
each side which goes down to over the belly button but ends above it with a
rectanglar area above the belly button, showing lots of skin above. Hips
are bare, legs are bare but have straps with studs on them that hold a
crotch piece over the crotch, the triangular crotch area held also by short
vertical studded straps that come down from the middle section. The sides
are totally bare save for the straps on the lower legs that hold the crotch
pice in place. We took
 all the clothes off him. His long blond hair, his Aussie voice and accent,
turned me on, big time.

"You're the one's who's gonna get stuck," Loki smiled. He turned a switch
and the spiraling point came lower and nicked the balls of Tec, who
squirmed.

"You're crazy! Leet me up and fight! Fight me like a man, a fair fight!"

"You lose," Loki said. The point went up, nicking the balls and making more
pre cum creep out of Tec's piss slit--also out of Loki's own. The rest of
us watched in awe. I moved in close to get a good view. I wanted to see
those belly button parts ripped out and flung about. Tec moved. The belt
drew him just under the point---which now faced his belly button. The arm
moved down. We all, Tec included, awaited the arrival of it into his clay
like navel. It tottered just above it.

"Aw cum on, Loki," I bawled, "Do it!"

Loki smiled, teasing us all, Tec included. Tec stretched, his navel finding
its own depths and revealing them to us as he did so. Behind him on the
belt, Rdtnuts squirmed with delight at the thought of having his belly
tortured and mutilated.

The spiral motion stopped. The arm inched down to just tap the navel. Tec
screamed but it didn't go in yet. Then Loki looked, "Tell me...if you
don't...and even if you do...aww what the shit! Feel it!" He inched it in
and then it stopped. Tec felt the steel in him and it wasn't deep. He
flexed his muscled stomach and met the force in him.

"Uggghaol! I like it! That all ya got?"

Loki looked and put his hand on his chin, "As a matter of fact..." He hit a
red button. "I just hit a red button to make a button red! As a matter of
fact... I have more! This!"

The spiraling started again and I saw bits of belly button meat fly off in
a whirlpool of air and bits! It was hot but even hotter was the sounds Tec
made. It sounded like sex and torture all rolled into one...into one
button, which was deepening. I looked over and saw it, "Loki make it..."
The arm went up and I looked into the red bleeding navel. "It ain't too
shabby! He had bits left though." As I leaned over, the arm came down
again, "Hey!" I moved, my back almost hit, "Watch it!" Loki laughs and I
frowned at him, and used my Tarzan voice, "Me no want it in back, want it
in navel hole."

We both laughed as the arm dipped down and then moved on a slant a bit. It
then straightened and dug itself deep and deep and down and down. Tec
squirmed more and more, his straining body parts free to move a bit but not
much. He bent his knees, arms, tugged at his bonds. The arm went up. I went
over to the hole cave in his stomach, "Hey guys come here..."

Well, they were cumming there...

They came over anyway, dripping gobs of white cream.

"Look at this! Dig it!"

"Loki already did," Geoo said.

We gaped at the red drill hole that was his belly button, the sides of it
looked like flesh still, with some red almost caauterized sides, some
strings hanging in and some out, some folds that shouldn't have been there
and weren't before, now there and some folds that were there, gone. It was
so cool! I came into the cave and the cum off my dick shot down the hole
and began to fill it. The other guys followed suit until we filled up that
cum hole ex belly button. Tec felt it all too. He was alive and kickin. He
came and hit me in the side of my back. It dripped down.

The arm came down and as it did, it splashed our mixed cum out of the hole
and it spurted like a water hose squeezed on the end with a finger. The arm
found itself down and down and down, spiraling again and whirling. Tec
screamed and grunted.

"Take it like a man," Loki laughed, "O wwww, that hurt, huh?"

"Finish him," Geoo said. He was dying to put that spear into someone I
could tell. I really thought if he didn't soon, he would put it into his
own navel. I would like to have it in mine but I didn't tell him that since
I knew he would oblige. Soon, someone might get the better of him and stick
it in him or he in them. It didn't matter to me which.

Tec died and the belt moved to do the same to Rdnuts but before Rdnuts
died, he told us where the others would be. We let Geoo move the bodies
from the belt on his spear, carrying the spear between him and the rest of
us holding one side.

The others were waiting for us at a cliffside where these six (tow guards
we killed, the two on the belt and the two Rm111 so nobly slew) were
supposed to herd us to. There we were supposed to be slain in our navels
and tossed off the cliff. Some of us wouuld have been back stabbed out our
navels. But it wasn't gonna work that way. Or at least, we didn't think it
would now. I knew in my bloodlust I could kill friend and foe alike and was
itching, just as Geoo was, to stab something. I would soon get my pleasure.

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4--6

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I was reeling with pre cum, up my underwear band from having felt the flesh
of Leon52 on the end of my point when I returned to the others. I found
them at the giant redwood tree. They had met Black Gladiator there as he
was fighting off a horde of the others, all steel clanging. BlackGladiator
was facing Blade, Thumper, Subzero, DavidSk31, Bowie1, InYrGuts, and a few
of the others all by himself before Geoo, Rm11, Zombywoof, and Loki
arrived. He had a serious wound under his right hip on one of his sexy
curves. That he was able to fend off so many of the others---the toughest
of the others it seemed, was to his credit. He continued to arch his swords
in curves to hit them away from himself. He was only successful in that
1-he lived and 2-he made Thumper lose both his sword when Bk's hit it and
Thumper's knife when Thumper's opposite wrist was hit by Bk's sword. Bk
would have bought it there and then but the other four on our side,
arrived, with me not far behind.

Bowie, aka, Cody, wanted to stay and finish the fight but the others
thought there would be a better place for the end fight and started to
retreat. They weren't as afraid of the five of us on one side as they were
of facing BkGladiator with his reinforcements. Me, I wanted to watch them
all fight it out and carve up each other's bellies then and there. Cody
smashed his weapon into Bk's and the swords he held fell. Cody picked them
up and got away with them. BkGlad was very tired, one could tell. I thought
the sweat all over his muscled, chocolate body looked rather FINE!!!

My attention turned from Bk who was on his hands and knees, trying to
recover from fighting so many at one time, to the other four, who found
Thumper couldn't keep up with the retreat. The four of them were dragging
back to me. Cool. Zombie had Thumper's left wrist; Rm11 had the right. From
behind, Geoo held an arrow in his back but not breaking flesh...yet. I
called them over to a big rock with a flat head, "Over here! Over here!"
They hauled him over. A big guy, Thumper struggled and almost got free a
few times. I could tell Bk was watching, enjoying this as he held his lower
wound.

"Spread him out!" I punched my hilt into Thumper's higher up chin and he
reeled from it. The others dumped him on the rock on his back and he spread
over it like a sacrificial lamb. With his long black hair, black-brown
eyes, about 6-3, wearing denim pants and a short cut sleeved top which rode
up higher with the struggle, revealed was his deep quarter sized belly
button. Zombie and Rm11 held his upper arms down but he kept kicking. I
made Geoo and Loki hold his ankles.

Geoo yelled at Thumper, "Stop struggling! You dead in your nabel, ya know!
You might as well stop kicking and all!"

Thumper yelled, "No, I won't! I wanna go out fighin!"

I knew Thumper liked knives and liked using knives, so I took mine out of
its sleeve and raised it way up overhead! Thumper looked lovingly at it,
"Yeah! Oh yeah! Do it! Do me! Let it rip! Let it fly!"

"Go on!" Loki called.

I stopped in mid air, "We need more than one knife!"

The other guys took theirs out but this meant that they didn't have as good
a hold on Thumper who kept kicking. By now, BkGladiator came up behind
Thumper, "Let me help."

"You wimp," I said, "You couldn't take them. And where the hell are your
weapons?"

"Cut the shit! You wouldn't been able to take all them at once!"

"Yeah, you're probably right," I said, egging him on, "But besides that
you're hurt, what can you do? You aren't really even one of us, you never
answered the messages."

"I know but I saved you all back there...come on, man, let me help your
wimpy asses."

Loki nodded, trying to hold a Thumper leg with one hand, "Yeah, let him
help us, Innout."

"Okay, you hold his arms up over his head."

BkGladiator took the arms and whipped them up over Thumper's own long hairy
head. This allowed Zomby and Rm11 to move to just the area above Thumper's
hips. I stood at the foot of the rock now and got on top of Thumper's legs,
Loki and Geoo flanking me on either side. All of us had knives now. Thumper
thrashed about but I had my knees ontop his legs and Bk, being very strong,
held those thick Thumper biceps way up over his head. One. I struck with my
knife. Upper abs, thick and hard. It felt like hitting rock! At first. I
dug it deep. I went up and down again. Two. Mesh into the same spot. Three
up and down again, lower into his first set of abs. Higher just up to his
ribs but not on them. I smiled. Thumper gasped, "Nawwwwwwwwwww! Oh
shitttttttttuggghhhhhhh! Fucccccccccccccccc!
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuowwwwwww!Gaaaaaakkkkk."


"I like it when they moan and groan and shit!"

I nodded to the others and they all moved in. I made an overhanded drive to
Thumper's upper abs, driving down, "I'll meet you inside, Rm!"

Rm11 gave an underhanded drive up from the lower belly of Thumper as I got
off---there was no way Thumper was going anywhere now. His legs were
kicking but upward in pain, I guess trying to bare it. There were many dots
where our knives struck over and over.

Rm11 drove his knife from lower intestinal juices to meet my knife and we
rubbed them together under Thumper's considerable, now blooded abs. It felt
great. TO us and to Thumper. Thumper cried out, sounds that were
indescriable, beyond recognition. None of us had ever heard sounds like it
before, nor probably would again.

"Shit that is hot, wish I could get some of that!" Bk was saying, smiling
over Thumper's head.

Thumper thrashed and wet himself.

Rm111 pulled his knife out and buried it straight up into Thumper's belly
button, shit, I wanted to do that. Hell, I did anyway, my blade right next
to Rm11's blade. Thumper bucked like a fuckin bronco as he spilled his load
in his shorts. His once tanned belly was now ripped beyond repair. I got
off and Rm moved away. We looked at our handywork as Geoo drove an arrow
deep and used it like a friggin stick shift in Thumper's ample stomach,
every which way was being cut. Loki just put his knife in over and over
again, in many different spots, raising it up each time over and over
again. I didn't think there would be any bare spots left. Soon, there
weren't. Thumper's incredible, animalistic dying sounds stopped and he
seemed to want to roll off the rock. He couldn't muster the
strength. Besides that, Bk was still holding his arms up over his head, and
he needed great force to hold him there since the pain made Thumper want to
bring his hands down to close his wounds, which, of
 course, would be impossible. Geoo backed his arrow out after feeling rock
beneath it. Loki backed off too, now.

"Let em go," I called to Bk. He did.

Thumper still could not roll off. I used my sword to roll his body but it
didn't quite make it. Loki took a sword and found the area above the hip
that was not cut. He drove it in sideways and found its way into into and
under Loki's midsection from hip to hip and the sword seemed to go out the
other side, just above his hip. He was being stabbed sideways. Thumper
sucked in air and didn't suck out. With a majestic move about him and an
air of fun and superiority, Loki withdrew the sword and held it up in the
air. Thumper fell off the rock and landed in leaves and grass with a last
long and long lasting sigh. "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...."

It sounded like steam going on.

And on.

And on.

Finally, the big guy died. I carved up his belly with my sword some more to
make sure he wasn't faking. "No one can fake living through that...or
rather...dying through that." We all laughed as the pool of blood and cum
under Thumper (for after carving, I turned him onto his ripped belly, face
down) grew. I put my sword down. I realized I still had my knife in my left
hand.

Black Gladiator stood. I went up to him. I put a hand out and he put his
hand out. I made as if I wanted to shake it, "Nice job, Black
Gladiator. You proved to us that you are one of us..." As Black Gladiator
reached for my hand to shake it, I quickly threw my knife into my right
hand and the right hand, being so close to BlackGladiator, now had the
knife. All I had to do was slip it a few inches forward and into his ripe
and deep slit. I did. It struck and I noticed how infinitely more hard his
belly was than mine and Thumper's. Bk's face was in shock as if he never
expected thi. "DIE! YOU ARE NOT ONE OF US! DIE PIG!" His navel was the
target.

I buried it as deep as I could and pressed my entire weight and body at
him, knowing if I didn't load it all on now, Bk would surely finish me. I
pressed and pushed and ran at him---he was with me but he wouldn't fall. He
held his spot and stopped me. Which was fine, too as it gave me a hard bit
to do him. My knife bit in and in. Bk looked down at it and saw my head
buried in his pec canyon. I also reached my head up and put it on his broad
shoulder. Pressing all the time, finally feeling some give in those tight,
hard abs and the meat beneath. It began to slide but slowly...slowly...ever
so slowly. Bk grabbed at my sides and slid his hands behind me as if to
punch but he couldn't. I was too close to him. I nailed him against the
tree...literally. I loved it. I felt my dick rise up out of my elastic band
and pressing close to his. Mine rose as did his. Both hit the hilt of the
knife.

Bk winced and grabbed my lower waist from behind. He then mustered all he
could and pulled himself from the tree. I didn't want the knife to stay
there and have Bk come off it. I let it out with him. I pulled it out a bit
and gore hung from it.

Bk arched backward, his hands out, not daring to touch the wound, "Ohhhhh
man, Innout, right in my fuckin navel! Ahhshit! Gaaaaakkkkkkk. Oh
mannnnnnnnn! Fuccccccccccccccccc itttttttt!" He grew angry and ran at me
again. I laughed as he toppled me. He fell on top of me as I just held out
the knife and let it find its way into his belly button again...or the hole
that used to be his belly button. I was under him, his pressing weight on
top of me, feeling great! My dick was out and rising on his hard stomach
and rose up to the hilt of my blade again. It felt great. The hilt was
pressed, let go of my hand, against my hard abs, too. I tightened my
stomach and pressed upward, making the knife controlled by my abs. It went
into Bk, whose eyes above me started to shrink closed, drugged like. He
knew he was dying. He jerked and his dick came out of his underwear, too.

I felt his mushroom head hit the hilt and pass it! He was big! It spread
out over my tight, unbutchered six pack and smoothed over the hairless skin
there. I loved it as pre cum washed over my own belly button and some
slipped in and some spilled around it. I pressed upward, raising my hips
---being able to as Bk got weaker and weaker. I licked the canyon between
his pecs. I bit his nipples. I left salvia on his upper body.

"You fuckugh," I heard him moan. "That was not fair, I could
have...coulda...couldhave beat you..."

"I know," I huffed, "But you didn't, didya? Die happy, it's the last thing
you ever gonna feel, sucker! Next time, answer our message."

"It was yourrrrraaahhhhh." I was still moving the knife around as much as I
could with just my own belly against the hilt. "It wasn't the other guy's
with you, idea, it yours...they'll kill youuuuuuuuuuuuu."

I brought my cumming dick up past the hilt and it splashed over the blade
and the area of his former ridged belly button and Bk cam at the same time
as I. His ample white load made it up to my chin. He died with my head on
his shoulder.

I rolled over and rolled atop Bk and jerked some more, draining my vein of
its boy juice, some of it rather meaty and filling the pec valley of Bk's
dead body.

I turned to see the four guys watching us in shock, all of them gripping
their penises and shooting loads in the excitement. After splattering the
rock with his whiteness, Loki was angry, "Why'd you do that? He was our
best man!"

"Fuck him," I said, pulling my underwear back up, "He is a lesson to the
others. No one that didn't answer me...us, will get it in the belly butt or
we will die trying!!!" I spit on Bk's body.

I walked away, not caring that the other four were looking at each other
with scared faces on. Then the four smiled and followed me.

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I, Rmn111 watched with growing excitement as you stabbed the
BlackGladiator's bare belly. You took him by surprise and sliced open his
sexy bellybutton. My cock got rock hard as I heard him scream and saw your
knife sink into his belly, pinning him to the tree. I ripped off my
loincloth as I saw the two of you fall onto the ground, struggling, your
knife slicing into his unprotected belly again. Your naked chests squirming
together as his wounded belly with your knife sticking out of it pushed
against your perfect belly. Massaging my cock, I came on The
BlackGladiator's back and ass as you pushed his dead body off of you, and I
see that in the struggle he has torn off your loincloth and that you are
covered in his cum.

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As the five filed passed the riddled corpses of both BkGladiator and
Thumper, a foul scent filled the air. Each covered his face and gasped for
breath. Not only had Thumper wet himself while being incessantly stabbed,
now his relaxed sphinctor was allowing large doses of methane to freely
escape with nary a sound. "Oh Man! Not day old pizza and beer SBD's!!"
exclaims Loki. It was Thumper's pay back!! Suddenly a pidgeon and two small
sparrows drop and bounce on the ground dead, their plumage slowly curling
up as if being eaten by acid. Dazed in utter amazement, the five stumble
down the trail, rushing to vacate the area

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5

We all bathed in the river since our recent experiences left us hot,
sweaty, and cummy. After that the five of us scouted around and found a
small village like area which was abandoned. There was no food in any of
the houses and our bellies were empty----better that way, I thought, to
feel that steel point going into em, if need be.

Leaving the small village, which looked a bit backward compared to our
tastes in our own world, we stumbled upon a large gray stone built
factory. We heard mechanical noises coming from it and decided to
investigate.

Some of the dudes we were up against were inside, that was sure. No one
else seemed to be on this planet...or at least this part of the
planet. Feeling refreshed but also hungry, we moved up on the place but
Loki had a good idea.

He, Geoo, and I went to the front to find out who or what was there. There
was a huge open section and a muscled body stood outside. It looked like
StabMyGut. Brown hair, green eyes,that DOUBLE EFFECT bellly button-this guy
had so many ridges and was so lean and smooth that when he sat and leaned
forward--it looked like his belly button vanished into the ripples and
paradoxically, it looked like his ridges housed two or three more belly
button holes! F'in cool! A Halberd, spike on front, axe blade, fluke, on a
long pole.

"He's mine," I smiled, "I always liked gladiators." For his outfit had that
Roman gladiator look. The top had shoulders somewhat bare but sitting on
top the end of the shoulders and arms are leather short cut topping,
attached across the chest but the short cut top consists mostly of leather
straps that hang down, thick with one metal stud on the end. The short cut
top barely covered the chest. The thong showed hairless bare legs and hips,
held by a thin waist band and the bottom thong consisted of hanging leather
straps with the round studs on the bottom of each, curved slightly at the
ends to show more leg. These straps did not hide much and didn't connect
under the crotch, leaving much revealed--and he had much to reveal, even at
the distance we spied him from.

I found a few trees to hide behind to sneak up on him. I wanted his navel
but more so, I wanted his point in mine. No one as yet could do that for
me. Maybe I would just let him get me. My belly button throbbed and ached
for it. I ran from tree to tree. Unlike the guard out back--where a huge
truck loading area was open and the guard out back---Navelove----Stabmygut
was attentive to his duties.

In back, the dark, tanned, curly and black haired Navelove, thought that
the others inside, Tec9MM and Rtndnuts, had all the fun. They just left his
ass out here to keep him out of the way. Nothing back here but high green
grass with occasional yellow crabgrass.As he crawled up on him, on his
belly, Rm11 could feel rocks and sticks scrap against his belly, and liked
the fact that most found a way to hit his cooled button. He crawled through
the grass slowly, his knife in his mouth.

He saw, before starting, that Navelove had this outtie platau in his
navel.Like a little mountain with a flat top and a few rolling hills;
Navelove had little marks on his, fleshy and flesh toned and a few
lines. His popped out more during movement, but now was swallowed by abs
and ripples. For Navelove took off his sleeveless vest with either seven or
six thin tie ropes between them or three thicker tie ropes between them,
all far up on the neck or chest. His bare stomach folded as he sat with his
back to the wilderness, his front facing the inner factory. His penis hung
from the hanging ripped loin cloth which had six or more ripped sections
pointed down and around.

Rm111 could see him between large fronds of grass. The idoit was sitting
with his muscled bare back to him. Nice view though. From what Rm111 could
tell, he thought Navelove was picking out lint from his ample belly
button. Huh, Rm111 thought, soon he wouldn't have to worry about getting
lint out of his belly button but getting a two inch blade out. He continued
his slow crawl toward his quarry. It would be slim pickings. Slim since
that dark nice stomach was so lean and nice. Soon he would feel it caved in
under his sharp point.

Loki and Geoo watched Innout move closer to Stabmygut, who kept moving from
side to side as he paraded the front of the building's open area, his
weapons ready. I knew he could probably take me in a fair fight. So it
wouldn't have to be fair. That would even the odds of me winning, if that
was what I wanted.

Rm111 was nearing his target.

I neared mine. There were more trees near Stabmygut. I hid behind one,
knowing it would be my end if I fought Stab man to man. The thrill of
getting his hot poker inside me belly was making me shiver with
delight. Soon. But would I be man enough? I waited for the moment.

Then Stabmygut got distracted. He was called by two voices of the pals
inside. "Just hurry up and git out here. I don't like being out here
alone. I don't know why the others didn't come with us here." A
pause. Someone was saying something. I couldn't tell who or what they were
saying. "I know. A trap is all and well and checking this site out is
something we had to do but why couldn't we do it all together?" The voice
answered. The conversation stopped. End. My end or his?

Stabmygut was about to turn around. I dashed out with a strange tiger claw
I had found at the river, a white bony thing it curved down. As Stabmygut
turned, he found his smooth, hard abs turning into this point. I dug.

Rm111 was just behind Navelove at this time and wrapped his legs around
Navel's. "What the fuuuu...?" Rm111 didn't wait. He moved his arms around
Navel's shoulders and Navel grabbed Rm's wrist--the right wrist which held
the sharp knife. He tried to hold it from his belly button, the target of
Rm111. He couldn't even see who it was that was about to puncture his ab
wall.

I let the curve point find its mark deep in Stabmygut's, well, his guts. I
laughed, "Hey, Stabmygut, I'm stabbin your gut!" I laughed again and the
look on his face was one of pure shock. He never expected this. I
smiled. He dropped his weapon and stood there. I didn't expect
this. Feeling the drill of pain driving into him and down to his lower
vitals, he reached out his arms and with his hands grabbed me around the
upper lats. He pulled himself to me and kissed me deeply, tongue and all. I
stared into his eyes and returned it. He was loving it! The bastard wanted
it as badly as I! "Well, well, well, you fuck. Feel my point fuckin you
up!" I curved down as far it as it would go, hitting the base of his cock
from inside and then I twisted the shitter in him.

Rm111 found Navel was quite strong and holding the knife at bay. They
tottered the knife point just beyond the belly hole. But Rm111 leaned in,
his chest hitting Navel's smooth, sikly back. He had the advantage point,
so to speak. The point found that flat plateau and slowly met one of the
lines on it. Soon the large outtie was perpendicular with the blade. The
blade would soon be thrust deep into Navel's, well, navel! I didn't know it
at the time but it dug in deep just as mine did in Stabmygut. Double gasps
as we never heard before, puffing out the air of spent lungs and a gut that
was now filled...with death.

The curve of my bone turned upward now. I gripped the bone differently and
moved it upward to the upper abs, cutting them as I would a piece of
stake--tough not tender. Stabmyguts looked down at it as if he saw a
wonderful thing. I twitched and jerked the bone down again, wanting to
really let his guts have it, "Hey guts, am I stabbin them enough!"

Stabmyguts grunted and could hardly talk as his penis rose up from his
skirt, "Stop...st...sto...ppppppp....the bad....gut
joohh..oh....oh....keskussessssssssfukkkkkkk! oh yeah I'm shoottin!"

"And I'm stabbin as I never have before. Die fucker!"

All Rm111 had to do was lean in on Navel's back some more, well rounded
back muscled on both, meeting chest to back, back to chest, sweat
between. Navel closed his eyes as the steel went in like into a hardened
clay. Navel's ample abs tightened around the knife and tried to clamp
them. His legs tried to move out but Rm11's legs held them somewhat. Navel
jerked back and Rm111 met the force and held him. But his penis was up and
moving. Letting go with his free hand, Rm took Navel's butt, digging his
man sword upward into the hole. In pain and anguish, and desperation, Navel
tried leaning forward, folding up over the knife. Rm11 sunk it in
deeper. Rm whispered stuff into Navel's ear, "Take it like a man. Feel that
in ya, you loving it, ain't ya! I am too." Both men jerked. Navel's penis
broke up from the leather straps and moved them aside, his ample cum
shooting up, spilling all over the outtie sides of his outtie navel, which
was being twisted in. Then as he was in the throes
  of cumming, Rm jerked the point straight in. His pressure on hte hilt
made him able to feel the moment that resistance on Navelove broke
and...the blade popped out the ab wall and found the inner meat of the
victim. Rm had to watch himself or it would jerk out the back of his victim
and into his own navel! He wanted it to and made it sratch at his own
innie: a flat walled affair which appeared empty except for back wall of
skin close up and very able to be seen. Very round and very big, heavy
ridges were there. He laughed as it found its way to his own back belly
button and the movement caused by the cumming and dying Navelove threatened
to break it in deeper but it didn't. A bit of blood but not much. Rm
resisted the urge to throw himself into it.

I majestically pulled that bone claw out of Stabmygut and let it fall. I
looked at his very cut, very ripped stomach. He moved at me, still holding
me. Then he put his left hand on his own hip, ready to try to piece
together his abs. Instead he thrust his own hand into them and moaned in
delight. "Sick!" I egged him on, "Go on! Go for it, brave guy! Feel the
best since it the last thing you ever gonna feel in this world!" Stabmyguts
stabbed his own hands into his own guts. Finally he fell to his knees that
way and landed a bit later on his back, his own hands buried up to the
wrists in his own guts. Geoo and Loki ran into the factory, the noise the
machinery was making covering their entrance up.

Rm111 had a dead Navelove in his lap and the head of the dude was on his
chest. Rm111 kissed the side of the cheek of the dead guy and put his head
on the muscled shoulder. Then he tossed the meat boy off him and jabbed out
his knife. It was time to go into the factory. That was fucking fun...

what would they find inside...and would any of them get killed from it?


TO BE CONTINUED....MORE FUN'N THE FACTORY....

NEXT TIME.

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Rmn111 had raped Navelove as he stabbed his bellybutton deeply with the
knife. As he stabbed him again, Navelove had jerked in pain, forcing
Rmn111's man shaft deeper into his body. Rmn111 had grabbed Navelove"s cock
and ripped open his belly up to his ribs. Navelove came as rmn111's knife
cut into his abs, he shot his cum all over his butchered navel. Rmn111 felt
Navelove's muscles tighten around his shaft as he convulsed in his death
throes. He knew the boy was dead and he held him against his chest for
awhile, his head leaning against Rmn111's pec's.

Rmn111 say that innout had taked Stabmygut. He saw Stab kiss innout and
fall to the ground, his hands thrust deeply into his own butchered
belly. Rmn111 let the dead Navelove fall onto the ground. He fell onto his
belly. Rmn111 stipped the boy's body naked and threw his clothes into the
bushes. Navelove's naked body lay on the ground for anyone to take.

Then Rmn111 ripped off his loincloth that was drenched with Navelove's
blood. He stood naked facing innout and signalling with his knife to attack
the factory. He would fight those inside naked.

Innout could see that the expectation of the battle had filled Rmn111 with
lust and his cock had become hard again

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We entered the factory waiting for a massive fight but all that were inside
was four guys, two caught totally unaware were knocked out by Innout and
Loki. Rm111 was fleshly bare from head to toe and itching to put his sword
in something that would accept it readily. He was about to stab the two
fallen unconscious dudes, Tec9mm, a luscious smooth bellied blond; and
Rtndnuts when Loki called from a panel near the wall, a kind of set up with
a control booth, "No, don't kill them!"

Rm111 stopped, seeing the two were knocked out, "Shit! I wanna! Let me just
carve up their navel areas."

"No," Loki said, "I got a better idea. We can kill two birds with one
stone."

Innout turned, "Whaddya mean?"

"We wanna know where the rest of their fighting team is, right?"

Rm111 told us, "Yes, we do so we can slay them in their navels."

"Well, I think I may have found a way to..."

Rm111 said, impatient, "I want to stick someone now!"

"Do me, then," Innout laughed.

"No," Rm111 said, "They'll do!" He saw two other studs rushing at us with
weapons drawn. By now Zombywoof and Geoo came inside and would soon cum
inside the factory along with myself, Innout and Loki as we watched the two
guys fight Rm111, who spat at us, "They're mine!" His serious dick was
already dripping serious pre cum lines, some of which drooped to the floor,
some of which bounced back up to cover his considerable mushroomic dick
head. He felt it but acted as if he didn't notice.

Sharppoint, the guy with the outtie knob, a big outtie. A simple whip like
strap over the shoulder that ends dangling for an outfit. A center circle
piece at the chest held on by three straps on each side. Belly is bare and
smooth as are bony hips. Above each hip is a strap which connects to a
circular or oval piece that holds the shorts up but leaves room for skin
between straps and shorts which are cut severe up the well developed leg.


and....

DavidSk31 his brown pigtail, brown eyes, rest of head shaved like crewcut,
navel has the pushed up innie as if someone missed putting the belly button
in the right place--it is too far up into his stomach, almost off his
stomach and not there at all; it looks as if it is almost on his chest,
this one looks like it is the end of a balloon that has not been tied into
a knot. We can see the bottom of the belly button extend upward as it a
cone or balloon ending but we cannot always see the top of such a
button. Extremely sexy on this mesomorphic bulky muscle guy. Brandishing
two broadswords. Oval shapes covered his shoulders, all black and these two
l shapes meet two other oval shapes above the chest and below the
neck. From the center of their meeting is a triangular area which comes
down to a band around the ribs, leaving the last rib area bare. This also
leaves each nipple area bare in patch of skin. The belly is in a diamond
patch of bare skin with four pieces around, two ab
 ove and two below, almost as right triangles which make up the hip
coverings on both sides and the only leg coverings. The boots come up high
with two points that are medium to small in size.

The swords clashed. Rm111 threw himself into it. We all watched even as we
carried Tec9mm and Rtndnuts to a conveyor belt and laid first the blond
down on it and then the Rtndnuts. I noted his navel looked like someone
already too ka scalpel to it already but that was just the natural look of
the cute thing.- I looked close enough at this dude's belly button and it
looked like he had his button chopped up or cut or something a long time
ago and healed over; it looked raw or as if it were done a few moments ago;
but there was no scar tissue inside...not scar tissue from a fight or self
injury. A sleeveless vest crisscrossed together by Xing rope ties--three
but more can be added. The curved sides end on each side with a castle
tower effect but upsidedown to have the semi circular-square shapes going
up to show skin. The vest is short cut and the VERY low cut but baggy pants
are hung far under the belly. The legs end just above the ankles.

We strapped his ankles down and his wrists. The same was being done to
Tec9mm. Loki was examining the controls to the conveyor belt.

The sounds of the battle drew our attention back to it. Rm111 sheepherded
the two guys over to a wall. He hit one in the chin with the hilt of his
sword. That was DavidSki, whose pony tail fell down, his long hair getting
in his face now, an advantage. Rm111 moved in on David and cut his upper
leg by mistake as he went for the kid belly and David moved back, causing
Rm111 to miss the navel. As Rm111 did this, shooting pre cum over David's
nice and firm belly, the other one, Sharppoint grabbed Rm111 around the
waist, having had his swords fallen. Rm111 kicked back off a table that was
nailed to the floor,a tool table and sent Sharppoint's back into the wall
behind them. This made Sharppoint flinch in pain and let go of Rm111. It
also made him start to fall to the floor slowly. Rm111 saw this, "Oh no!
You're not getting out of this that easily!" Without hesitation, Rm111
jabbed his sword point right into the bare stomach of the kid!
"Yeeeeeeessss!"

"Ooooaallll! Argggg! Ohhhhahhhhhh," Sharppoint gasped! He looked down as
his large knob had the silver of point in part of it. Rm111 smiled at him
and Sharpoint looked up. "Youllllll ly got part of my belly...let it live!"

"Fuck you! With my sword!" Rm111 moved it around that wide belly button
knob and cut and cut. He then slid the thing in deep. But he forgot about
David who recovered and came at him from behind. Rm111 took the sword out
of Sharpoint. He thrust it back in! It hit the wall behind him. Rm111 took
it out again and hearing David behind him, swung the sword downward and
back, cutting into David's belly meat from in front of the
backstabber. David dropped his swords and tried to pull himself off it. He
arched back but found Rm111 cutting upward now, inching the blade slowly up
from the bare lower belly button into the upper reaches of it. It cut the
ridge and kept on going but slowly. Sharppoint tried to stand on his feet
but fell against the wall which supported him for a time. He wanted to hold
his butchered belly button but didn't want to make more damage. Rm111 said,
"There, now it really looks cut!" So David gave in and put his front on
Rm111's vee back and jerked himself to sh
 ooting a wide cum spurt up Rm111's bare back, hairless and once clean
fleshy white! Now cummy white. Rm111 made mmmmmmm sounds which showed his
approval but then he turned, leaving his sword in David's belly hole and
moved it about it more, cutting eveyr nook and crannie and making it go
every which way that the pain would take it...and took David to new heights
of escatasy. Rm111 jerked his own penis up the length of David's thigh and
up. He moved his dick to David's bloody belly hole and as David slowly fell
downward, jerked himself into the cut area, while taking the sword slowly
out. As the sword removed, Rm111's load shot directly into the hole he
made, blood covering his ample sized dick shaft! Dripping down along with
excess white cum! Dripping everywhere. The rest of us were cumming on each
other by now. David fell and jerked to his end while Rm111 wanted to jump
on him and finish cumming...for he had over twelve full shots left. But he
heard a groan behind him. Turn
 ing, ripping that sword into and out of David again, and his own mal

e penis sword out fitst, he caught sight of Sharppont against the wall,
still alive! "Still alive! Feelin good too!" SHarpoint nodded. He
was. Feeling good. THat sharp pain like no other throbbing through him from
his navel, his former ridge, right out to his back, cold against the wall
but hot now with sticky blood and gore and innards.

"Thank you, fuck head," He told Rm111.

"Thank this!" Rm111 put it in again and moved it around, then stopped,
holding it in one position for a long time. "Feel it really! Really feel
it! Die with pain and take a long time!"

Laughing, I called over, "Hey Sharppoint, you got a sharp point...but in
your deep navel! Die happy man!"

He did. He fell, his hands finally finding that deep hole. Rm111 shot his
last 12 loads over the fallen body, then he jumped longways ontop the teen
and jerked as he stabbed it with his smaller knife over and over. Spent, we
all had to rest.

After about an hour, we woke up to the sounds of the struggling two on the
conveyor belt. I noticed, going over them, that every muscle strained to
get free. Their nice navels changing shape as they did. One, the blonde's
navel, seemed to change into a point trying to reach up and stab me. I
smiled, "Hey Loki, great idea."

"Why can't we just stab them in their nabels," Geoo said, brandishing a
spear. I pushed him away playfully, making sure my fingers found Geoo's
nice belly butt.

Precum dripped down the long strotum of Tec9mmm. He was first. As Loki
moved a lever on the control board pile, the belt moved under an array of
overhead mechanical pieces. Tec saw the danger. Just above his balls was a
silver long arm, the end of which had a not too big point. The point had
very small, half inch or less spikes all around it facing outward. This, in
someone's belly, would cause great long lasting pain. It wouldn't
kill...right away. If at all.

"Now where are the others? What are their plans?"

"Get lost, fucker! Stick yourself!"

An Aussie mate with blond hair, blue eyes, navel is CLAY LIKE-this guy has
a smooth but undefined stomach, lean and with some muscle but not that
marble look. Outfit consists of armor shoulder pads with studs on the upper
edges are connected by a little piece from side to side that looks like a C
on its side with the inner portion of the C squared off into straight edges
and the inner portion pointed down toward the rest of the body. From under
the shoulder pads which run to the upper ribs are a line of material on
each side which goes down to over the belly button but ends above it with a
rectanglar area above the belly button, showing lots of skin above. Hips
are bare, legs are bare but have straps with studs on them that hold a
crotch piece over the crotch, the triangular crotch area held also by short
vertical studded straps that come down from the middle section. The sides
are totally bare save for the straps on the lower legs that hold the crotch
pice in place. We took
 all the clothes off him. His long blond hair, his Aussie voice and accent,
turned me on, big time.

"You're the one's who's gonna get stuck," Loki smiled. He turned a switch
and the spiraling point came lower and nicked the balls of Tec, who
squirmed.

"You're crazy! Leet me up and fight! Fight me like a man, a fair fight!"

"You lose," Loki said. The point went up, nicking the balls and making more
pre cum creep out of Tec's piss slit--also out of Loki's own. The rest of
us watched in awe. I moved in close to get a good view. I wanted to see
those belly button parts ripped out and flung about. Tec moved. The belt
drew him just under the point---which now faced his belly button. The arm
moved down. We all, Tec included, awaited the arrival of it into his clay
like navel. It tottered just above it.

"Aw cum on, Loki," I bawled, "Do it!"

Loki smiled, teasing us all, Tec included. Tec stretched, his navel finding
its own depths and revealing them to us as he did so. Behind him on the
belt, Rdtnuts squirmed with delight at the thought of having his belly
tortured and mutilated.

The spiral motion stopped. The arm inched down to just tap the navel. Tec
screamed but it didn't go in yet. Then Loki looked, "Tell me...if you
don't...and even if you do...aww what the shit! Feel it!" He inched it in
and then it stopped. Tec felt the steel in him and it wasn't deep. He
flexed his muscled stomach and met the force in him.

"Uggghaol! I like it! That all ya got?"

Loki looked and put his hand on his chin, "As a matter of fact..." He hit a
red button. "I just hit a red button to make a button red! As a matter of
fact... I have more! This!"

The spiraling started again and I saw bits of belly button meat fly off in
a whirlpool of air and bits! It was hot but even hotter was the sounds Tec
made. It sounded like sex and torture all rolled into one...into one
button, which was deepening. I looked over and saw it, "Loki make it..."
The arm went up and I looked into the red bleeding navel. "It ain't too
shabby! He had bits left though." As I leaned over, the arm came down
again, "Hey!" I moved, my back almost hit, "Watch it!" Loki laughs and I
frowned at him, and used my Tarzan voice, "Me no want it in back, want it
in navel hole."

We both laughed as the arm dipped down and then moved on a slant a bit. It
then straightened and dug itself deep and deep and down and down. Tec
squirmed more and more, his straining body parts free to move a bit but not
much. He bent his knees, arms, tugged at his bonds. The arm went up. I went
over to the hole cave in his stomach, "Hey guys come here..."

Well, they were cumming there...

They came over anyway, dripping gobs of white cream.

"Look at this! Dig it!"

"Loki already did," Geoo said.

We gaped at the red drill hole that was his belly button, the sides of it
looked like flesh still, with some red almost caauterized sides, some
strings hanging in and some out, some folds that shouldn't have been there
and weren't before, now there and some folds that were there, gone. It was
so cool! I came into the cave and the cum off my dick shot down the hole
and began to fill it. The other guys followed suit until we filled up that
cum hole ex belly button. Tec felt it all too. He was alive and kickin. He
came and hit me in the side of my back. It dripped down.

The arm came down and as it did, it splashed our mixed cum out of the hole
and it spurted like a water hose squeezed on the end with a finger. The arm
found itself down and down and down, spiraling again and whirling. Tec
screamed and grunted.

"Take it like a man," Loki laughed, "Owwww, that hurt, huh?"

"Finish him," Geoo said. He was dying to put that spear into someone I
could tell. I really thought if he didn't soon, he would put it into his
own navel. I would like to have it in mine but I didn't tell him that since
I knew he would oblige. Soon, someone might get the better of him and stick
it in him or he in them. It didn't matter to me which.

Tec died and the belt moved to do the same to Rdnuts but before Rdnuts
died, he told us where the others would be. We let Geoo move the bodies
from the belt on his spear, carrying the spear between him and the rest of
us holding one side.

The others were waiting for us at a cliffside where these six (tow guards
we killed, the two on the belt and the two Rm111 so nobly slew) were
supposed to herd us to. There we were supposed to be slain in our navels
and tossed off the cliff. Some of us wouuld have been back stabbed out our
navels. But it wasn't gonna work that way. Or at least, we didn't think it
would now. I knew in my bloodlust I could kill friend and foe alike and was
itching, just as Geoo was, to stab something. I would soon get my pleasure.