Date: Tue, 16 Sep 2008 17:19:35 -0400
From: J
Subject: Post Trio: The Maze 1-3

Part One:

Amid the clamor, it stood in the center of the arena, enlarged, waiting
like some spider in the middle of its webbed lair. It was all white on the
outside, and the top of it had some ceiling plates while others were bare
of ceiling. Small strategic cameras were placed in areas for viewing on
giant screens which were all over the arena, four huge ones on every side,
smaller ones in the stands and at each seat as well. Audience members also
brought binoculars to try to see into the maze but this was mostly a futile
effort.

This was in an alternate universe the makers of the arena set up an
alternate universe maze. Innout, Jim, and Igno all wanted to see what this
would entail and were invited by the alternate Innout, Igno, and Jim to
their universe to watch the battle that would take place. Using high tech
cameras that follow the many combatants, the maze action would appears on
both personal scanners and large screen TVS over the arena for those who
could not see inside using binoculars. While this was different and none
were sure it would be worth it if they could not inside the maze at all
times, it also made for some excitement. The rules were simple: the Innout,
Jim, and Igno from our universe would pick boys from each camp. They were
stunned to find that some fighters who died already in their universe were
still alive here in this one. There would be many, many fighters. It didn't
matter about age or how many from each side. The groups would be split into
four groups and start on different, opposite sides of the maze: four in
all. They would try to reach the center of the maze where larger more
powerful weapons were waiting for them to defeat whoever didn't make it
first. There were finite weapons there. Each boy had a small weapon, mostly
just a knife or two or pointed brass knuckles, maybe even a hangman's
noose. Some had a fork like knife. Each boy did not have to fight with his
other stable mates, in fact, they could ally against their own camps with
other boys...it all depended on what they wanted to do to stay alive and
who was near them in the maze and where they started from or ended up
inside the maze...

Innout picked from his own team, the following: Falvor, Dled, Holio, Korel,
Jun, Best, Manuel, Meer, Micknarm, Messier, Stannic, Solar, Alan, Bevan,
Bose, Curly, Denk, Gazel, Grizz, Hap, Oats, Perin, Wardo, Irin, Cherin,
Jensan, Jen, Kierian, Mace and Ace. Last minute arrivals were Rudder, Tric,
Jonas, tall lanky Cheer, Surk, British Lish, Mopar with his buzzed cut
front and circle around his head and spiky hair that sticks straight up,
the cut Luver, the Blindfolded Warrior, the Hispanic Zay, the thick bellied
Drey, and the epitome of a six pack packer, Udi.

Innout picked from Igno's team the following: Brett, Bryan, Forest,
Forrest, Colin, Alex, Andrew, Mikey, Frisk, Bobby, Carlos, Brad, Eli, Chip,
Dalton, Corey, Dale, Chuck, Derek, Drew, Eric, Evan, Fisher, Gabe, Flint,
Gary, Shoney, blond Gary, Hale, Ian, Jago and Jack. Late entries include:
Christian, Chuck, Clark, Clay, Cody, Travis, Colin, Colt, Link, Brand,
Brennan, Brendan, Tanner, Chet, Chester, Chad, Carter, Ace, Aaron, Alan,
Howie, Art, Billy, Barrett, Arthur, Bobby, Blink and Blake.


Innout picked from Jim's team the following: Wilson, Willy, West, Troy,
Trey, Theo, Tex, Taran, Stefan, Steven, Soon, Skylar, Shultz, Sammy, Danny,
Sam, Roy, Ronald, Rico, Ricky, Quint, Remmy, Phillip, Paulie, Nate, Nick,
Luke, Luis, Chavo, Lucas, Lim, Leo, and Lee and Kim.

Jim picked from his own team: Gus, Trent, Bailey, Pemic, Cartlin, Davey,
Drake, Calvin, Cally, Devin, Dean, Dennis, Duke, Harry, Kurt, Kelly,
Richard, Manuel, Clint, Jeff, Gunny, Hector, Bryce, Owen, Casey, Harley,
Chad, Soon, Aaron, Alan, John, Alex, Allen, Jenks, Brad, Carlos, Craig,
Timmy, Andrew, Cody, Gerry, and Glenn.

Jim picked from Innout's team: Beamer, AJ, Asol, Beau, Bern, Bertram,
Billjo, Bobsue, Bradlee, Chen, Code, Corred, Cotton, Curran, Dietch,
Duncan, Dwayne, Evander, Farrel, Russo, Van, Lobe, Garvey, Genera, Geo,
Rexus, Mans, Gerral, Henders, Henry, Ian, Jacondar, Jenja, Cameron, Jeah,
Jenks, Cooley, Baill, Kern, Blum, Jerrad, and Layal.


Jim picked from Igno's team: Zoli, Zeke, Zack, Wyatt, Woody, Andy, Walt,
Vern, five Bear Cubs, five Wolf Pack members, Taylor, Timmy, Timothey,
Trent, Tony, Tom, Tyrone, Tyke, Tusk, Tuck, Ryan, Scout, Scott, Shawn,
Daniel, Skate, Skip, Sky, Spike, Stan, Steele, Steve, Rankin, Rasp, Red,
Reed, Rick, Ricky, Tore, Rocky, Robert, River, Ronnie, Rusty, Ryan, Clay,
Dusty, Ollie, Otto, Owen, Pablo, Timothy, Sammy, Patrick, Paul, David, and
Pete.

Igno picked from his own team: Peter, Phillip, Quinn, Randal, Ranger, Luke,
Mark, Melvin, Michael, Mickey, Mike, Nate, Brand, Mitch, Nathan, Nicholas,
Nick, Noel, Nolan, Kenny, Kevin, Kipp, Kurt, Kye, Kyle, Law, Leon, Little
Falcon, Lowe, Lucas, Lucio, Jake, Jason, Jay, Jeff, Jeremy, Jerod, Randy,
Jimmy, John, Johnny, Justin, Kale, Kay, Gail, Gregory, Greg, Hunter, Harry,
Haley, Iolus, Fritz, Flip, Fletcher, Ferris, Jacob, Ethan, Dan, Dane,
Daniel, Dewey, Diego, Emmet, Earl, Edward, and Dominic and Wade.

Igno picked from Innout's team: Svenic, Otin, Alan, McDuff, Meho, Montar,
Lyon, Wilhelm, Yoth, Warrack, Uncor, Rickar, Sperry, Pitaro, Vomic, Spor,
Metro, Onthel, Red, Scarl, Tark, Myko, Clear, Most, Rim, Gleb, Glar, Dagor,
Eros, Brow, Spangle, Rentis, Jern, Top, Poe, Ant, Foster, and Blake.

Igno picked from Jim's team: Jamal, Seth, Julian, Adam, Mick, Ronaldo,
Robert, Rocky, Connor, Ryan, Mitch, blond Dennis, Derek, Greg, Rich,
Alistair, green shorts Danny, Jamie, Bryan, Cal, Chris, Eric, Billy, Foley,
Lil Aaron, Jansen, Jeeter, Luke, Paulie, Jordan, Domnic, Barton, Benny,
Jimmy, Cort, Baron, Sting, Zen, Goldie, Clay, Cam, Dawson, and the older
Jordan.

This was pure spectacle and nothing like the camp vs camp fights. No one
who won would have any pride for their camp or not, still, it might give
the look out toward which camp was best, for there would be only three
allowed to live. And in the center of the maze was a message that told the
three that there would only be one allowed to live. Thus, they did not know
they would have to kill the other two. Thus the boys were prone to pair off
into groups of three or four or even five. Innout waited for Jim and Igno's
picks...

And in the center of the maze was a message that told the three that there
would only be one allowed to live. Thus, they did not know they would have
to kill the other two. Thus the boys were prone to pair off into groups of
three or four or even five. Innout waited for Jim and Igno's picks...


With close to 400 warriors, the maze openings totalled only 50 on all four
sides, however secret entrances were not unknown to the makers of the maze
itself. These opening were tubular in design, the trim around them changing
color in no discernable order. Across the arena, four huge sets of 100
warrior boys each, from every team, were lined up in an even less
discernable order. They comprised almost all of the team members, bar a few
who were not picked or out due to severe wounds. Boys shouldered each
other, trying to nudge each other to the back so they could get a starting
run toward the maze when the gong sounded. Some seemed to forge unlikely
quick alliances, members, formerly deadly enemies, having been lined up in
this order, making quick promises to each other to stick together or defend
each other. The massive line up included boys in thongs, bikini briefs,
loin cloths, cut off denim shorts, speedos, even fig leaves, and a few
unlucky ones decided to wear nothing at all! Every type of belly was
exposed, sculpted, heavy set, some baby fat, some purely just fat, lean,
skinny, anorexia like, six, eight, four, two pack in the ab area. Tall
boys, short boys, even boys with freckles and dimples. It sounded like an
Oscar Meyer wiener commercial. And there were plenty of wieners on display
too, nothing was left to the imagination on most. But some boys were not
aroused and so they were the sexiest since their bodies were left to the
imagination, hidden under, say a fur lined loin cloth. The boys were making
quite a din until the horn sounded for quiet. The audience simmered down
too, for it was not unknown that audience members would be speared or
arrowed dead or downed if they created too much of a stir. Rare but not
unheard of.

The announcements were on. The boys were bored by most of this. It stated
the rules, for which there were almost none. Just that each boy had to get
to the center of the maze and find the sacred swords and spears for which
they will do battle with the other boys. These announcements had the effect
of getting almost all the boys hard and the audience male members as
well. The build up to the battles and the thought that each and every boy
would soon be fighting for his life was exciting and stirring. Dicks
rose. Penises came out of foreskin, and slits grew wet. Imaginations of
knives and forks going into belly buttons, lower than belly buttons, and
into prime youth meat caused quite a few erections to pop even before the
gong for the race to the openings sounded. It was also possible that once
inside the maze, anything could happen to any boy. Incentives for the boys
to kill every other boy were few. Winners could chose freedom, their own
stable, or gold. Rules stated that there were three allowable survivors but
the preferred number of survivors was one. Any one survivor would get more
gold if that was the chosen reward. If there were three survivors, and they
all chose gold, they would have to split it. If a team showed mercy to each
other's members, it would be chosen by lot which of the members would be
slain in a secretive manner. Beyond three member teams, the fourth, fifth
and sixth members and any beyond that, would be chosen by lot to
die. Probably, the manner of death, the boys figured, would be fighting
each other anyway. Thus, anyone who used team members to get to the center
would probably be better off trying to kill them once there or before
getting there.

Quick alliances were being made among the boys' numbers, and some enemies
were being discovered. Some boys just wanted to fight as individuals and
thus, turned down any offers of teaming up. This was occasionally taken the
wrong way by the inquirers.

Jim's boy Danny (from Jim's catalog page 5) , his very dark, scant, Italian
pubes atop his red speedo. The speedo, too small for his body barely
covered anything. He also wore red slip ons on his feet. Almost no boy was
bare foot. "Hey, bro, it's you and me, okay?" He had turned to his brother,
who was shorter and a bit younger than he was. Danny's torso, however was a
bit thicker, still lean but more bell shaped and very smooth. Like his
brother, his stomach muscles were not fully there yet but nor were they
totally absent. His navel had a deep cleft above it.

"Sammy, you with me?"

Sammy, also Jim's page 5. His abs smooth and showing the bare bones sign of
developing a washboard some day, Sammy was all smiling face but he was the
more serious of the two. While they both had curly hair, Sammy's was wildly
longer. "Sure!" He was pushed by a boy next to him, "Hey cut your
squirming, kid!" Using his legs, which like his brother Danny's, were the
strongest and most muscled part, Sammy over leafed a boy to his right,
placing his leg over the boy's. The boy he was over was shorter than he,
blond and blue eyed and was named Tore, from Igno's stable, page 11.

"Hey, that's my bro!" The boy next to Tore said. This was Ricky, also from
Igno's stable, page 11. "Don't fuck wid him!" If Tore was the epitome of
blond cuteness, then Ricky was the epitome of brown, dark haired, dark eyed
handsomeness. Hair perfect, short like his brother's, even shorter and
feathered back, he and Tore couldn't be more different in some respects and
they both were different from the more European looking Danny and
Sammy. Ricky reached over and pushed Sammy's shoulder back.

"And that's mine bro!" Danny lifted up his fork like knife with two shiny
prongs.

"Oh man!" Tore gasped and put his knife up at Sammy, "We ain't even startin
yet!"

"What do you say we team up!" Ricky asked.

Danny thought about it. Sammy shrugged, "Okay?"

"Yeah!" Danny said and they all put their hands together. They all smiled
beautific grins, perfect teeth on Ricky and Tore.

"Please, will you take me too, guys?" Myko sheepishly asked from behind
Danny. "I...I have no one." He was tall and thick bellied but not with a
washboard. He looked calmer than the other boys and more reserved. From
Innout's team page 7, he wore a very skimpy thin rag speedo and it was
striped, red, blue, and white. He had semi long and straight, almost spiked
down brown hair. Thick nose, thick legs, meaty belly. Smooth skin and a
manly mouth. Squinty eyes but not in a distrustful manner. Almost like he
was squinting to understand something or figure someone out.

"Sure," Danny put an arm around Myko's shoulder, "Why not!? Okay!" He shook
Myko who blushed. And erected.

"Me too?" Red asked from behind Ricky. Red was brown eyed and redheaded and
this Red (there were two) was from Innout's team, page 7 also. "C'mon, I
got almost no chance alone!" Red was compact, short, but had awesome abs,
the best of the forming team. He also had luster in his platinum, red hair,
which was very straight and semi long. And he was a Brit. A bit pale.

"Okay!" Ricky nodded to Danny, who nodded back, "Cool."

Rudder, from Innout's page , also had very good, smooth abs but not as well
defined as Red's. He too, had red hair and was from Washington, DC. His
hair though was cut very short and he had a sort of down home look to
him. He even wore a fishing/baseball type hat with a front brim. "Got room
for one more? They..." He elbowed toward the guys beyond Ricky and Red,
"...they ousted me. Say I'm the first one they're gonna gut stab." He
looked downward. His blue eyes flashed up for a second.

Sammy felt sorry for him. After all, not everyone had a brother in the
teams. "You is in," Sammy moved past the others to shake his arm.

Red looked as the others near Rudder made fun of him and laughed, "Don't
worry about them." He held up his two hand held grips which sported long
thin knife points, "I'll make their bellies run redder than my and your
hair!" They all laughed.

Alliances like this were going on all over the four sides of the
arena. Some would be kept, some would be split up by circumstance, others
would be betrayed by "team" mates.

In the stands were the "real world" Igno, Jim and Innout. Jim looked at the
cameras, "Wow, they sure have more advanced technology than we do."

"They'd have to in order to bring us through the dimensional gateway to
their alternate world," Innout said.

Igno looked, "We do alright for ourselves though."

"Where are our counterparts?" Jim asked, "I only met them briefly."

"Up there," Igno pointed to the highest spot on the opposite side of the
vast arena. There was a glass window on a large box seat office. There,
Igno, Jim and Innout of this alternate world were. They were waving to the
audience. The alternate Jim wore nothing but his peach fuzz hair line from
navel to dick, and his arm pit hair, his hands up and waving to all. Innout
wore only a lite tan almost skin colored speedo. Igno wore low hanging
black leather leg ins and a black leather jacket, all bellies were bare.


The gong sounded and the rush was on. On each side, 100 boys rushed for 50
openings. Some boys were wary and held back a bit. Other rushed headlong
into the area before the Maze openings. A rushing boy, perhaps the only
unlucky one in front, went down. This was Julian from Jim's team (Jim's
stable, page four in Jim's catalog). His golden cross flung limply across
his shoulder, much like the youth's own golden brownish hair. Everyone
watched his blond hair fly uselessly around his head as he dipped, his body
not sure which way to fall but then finally, caving in backward and
flopping to the ground. His hands reached out to grab at something sticking
in his belly button. Something protruded from his red, white, blue and
purple striped tu tu, a kind of sarong he wore. It was clear it was his
dick. The other protrusion was not that clear to the audience. They looked
at the screens. They used binoculars. They could now see that it was a
shiny, lustful metal headed arrow with a wooden shaft . The instant replay
moved in slow motion to show the arrow had quickly entered his largely
vertical bubbly navel. In slow motion the audience members, risking missing
any further action, were treated to the arrow ripping into the fleshy bits
of the nice boy's beautiful navel. Two hot men in the audience didn't care
if they missed any further action, all they needed was to watch that. They
hugged each other over glances at the play back screen above the stands
opposite their particular seat. They faced where Julian went down and now
struggled with his own body to keep kicking...Julian lost that
struggle. The two men lost their sperm as they rubbed up and down on each
other, both wearing only loin cloths themselves. Eruptions between their
tall muscled bodies happened, coating their body hair in thick creamy
lather. Julian's bowl hair cut rose and then fell for the last time, his
own dick erupting. His thick nipples got creamed by his own dick. Then
someone stepped on his hip. Another someone stepped on the dick too and the
smush of

 cum that seeped out, popped uselessly over the sand and the person's
boot. Julian's moans were drowned out by the rush of boys and the sound of
their yells, screams, dying moans and huffs and the audience cheering. His
almost silvery eyes shut and opened, shut and opened, for the last time and
he was lost to life.

Most of those who rushed first were lucky. Julian, being one of those, was
not. For the very top row on the Maze on each of the four sides sported new
openings. These slots, about six inches in perimeter, were lined up on the
sides, just before the actual roof began and were all around. They opened
almost magically, the coverings sliding upward into the top. From them,
without any warning, came very pointed steel arrows with the heads pointed
like a metal headed giant toothpick and the back of each wooden shaft held
a magnetic button-shaped object.

Thus, a rain of arrows hurled out at the boys from all four sides of the
maze. In dark blue shiny workout speedo, Layal ran, "We're not even inside
yet and we're being kilt' off!" Layal was the blond/lite brunette muscle
boy from Innout's page 4. He had short feathered hair. And this muscle boy
was indeed a professional bodybuilder type. He wore dark blue speedos and
an arrow whizzed by him. He had teamed up with Innout's Bevan, Curly and
Lish as well as Jim's Benny, Barton, Dominic, Jordan, and other older
Jordan (who wears a blue speedo). Rounding out this team was Igno's Kye and
Leon. Kipp from Igno's page 8 was also part of this team but he was running
close to Layal when the arrow passed by Layal.


Kipp's mouth made a big O. "OOwhOOwhO!!" "Hoooo!"

The wooden shaft zipped right into Kipp's belly button, point ripping in
fast and deep, and twisted the boy fully around to face the wall he just
ran from. Kipp was one of the youngest members of the entire 400 boys. His
outtie belly button was pushed in by the arrow and again, the screens
showed this in slow motion for anyone who cared to see it get tangled in
there for full arousal effect. Kipp, blond, yelped and fell, ignored by all
but Layal who noticed it. "Tough luck, little guy! I'm sorry!" Layal
yelled, "Just keep running the rest of you!" They were. They didn't need
him to tell them that.

Kipp flooped and flopped, "No, I ain't even had my first orggggaaaaaaaaaa!"
.... dead onto his belly, the ground shoving the arrow in more fully making
the dying, dead boy jerk onto it like he was a fish out of water. It came
out his back but the only runners who saw it were ones also hit by arrows
in their guts, chests, and lowest of low belly areas.

Innout from the stands looked at the arrow onslaught. "It appears that the
arrows have been programmed to find certain areas of the body...the navel
for instance."

"I thought I noticed that too." Igno said, "A bit too technical for my
tastes and too mechanical."

"Yeah well," Jim said, "I'd prefer a live person aiming for me!"

So did the next two boys who got their guts smuched in. These two made an
alliance only with each other. It was hotter when a live boy was aiming all
his might an arrow right at one's guts. Or navel. Or chest even. As the
skinny Asian boy, Gunny, ran past with his dart gun, Bryce and Owen
laughed. These two made sure they would stick up for each other and stick
up they were going to. But not in the way they thought they would. Chunky,
and sporting man boobs, Bryce and Owen wore different shades of blue
bathing suits with the leg covers going to the knee. Owen's belly hung over
his waist band.

Bryce had long brown hair and Owen short black hair. They weren't running
too fast and they hung back at first. Then they realized they should make
for the tubular openings as the other boys were getting there ahead of them
and others were being arrowed down. Bryce and Owen were from Jim's stable
page 2. Bryce snickered as Frisk from Igno's stable page Owen was average
looking in the face department but Bryce was cute. Even cuter when he was
mocking dying boys. For instance, little Frisk from Igno's stable page
5. Frisk's nice large navel with the outer lower ridge was hit by an
arrow. The way Frisk grabbed onto it, made the arrow shaft move up, end
upward at his chest, point digging down and into the ridge. As brown haired
young Frisk grabbed the arrow, moving it more vertically, it dug his lower
ridge out even more than it already was. Frisk, blue eyed, lite freckles on
his cute and handsome face, grimaced in pain, his perfect teeth showing
up. His fine bangs matted now with sweat as he "NUGGGGGGGG"ed his anger,
voicing it in grunts and "NNNNNNNN"s of power as he tried to remove the
stuck in arrow. He fell to his knees.

Two other boys flopped near them. One boy, Blum fell across their
path. Owen frowned at the boy from Innout's stable. And just then another,
Jerrad from Innout's page four, spun near him and Owen put his arms out and
smacked the boy across the side of his ribs, sending him near Bryce. Bryce
gasped. "Don't send em this way! I don' wan em!" He kicked the arrow in
deeper and ran along with Owen as Blum fell on top of Jerrad!

"Muscle won't save you steroid boys now! Need belly fat like us!" Bryce
gawked.

Rolling Blum off of him, Jerrad had a perfect swimmer's body. Big pecs,
washboard ab if not a full eight pack, and a boy next door look. He had
almost no body fat and arms, shoulders, and legs that were just
spectacular. He knew when he started the maze thing that he would be the
winner. He was wrong. His big muscled body fell and he grasped at the arrow
in it. He jerked himself up and his dick sprang out of his speedo, lathered
in white yogurt. He flung himself but only managed to get himself on his
hands and knees, for he stumbled and as he did so he realized his arrow was
now headed for the ground and would be poked further into his muscled
belly. He used to have such a large oval belly button, almost as large as
the gold medals he would have won for swimming back in his home town. "Ha!
My arms...are..." His voice of pride gave out as he realized with an arrow
in his belly guts, he couldn't hold himself up for long and as he slowly
lowered toward the ground, the arrow plunging into his navel slowly but
surely and painfully, all he could say was a weak, "...no..." His belly
slowly shifted down the shaft. And that was when his face met the ground
too and the rest of him slid down.

Looking at the fallen arrowed boys and mockingly, Bryce laughed and
snickered loudly, "It's gonna take more than that to stop me! This ole gut
will protect me from..."

Laying on his back and stretching out, Frisk found that the pain caused
quite a vibration in his whole body. He jerked. His arms, as he lay on his
back, showed great promise in muscular development, especially the muscles
just under his underarms and along his sides, meeting with great
obliques. That promise would never be met, for as he cam for the first
time, splashing his entire frame with life cum, Frisk died, spasming and
rolling onto his side in one last huffing blow. His bright blue eyes
staring at the bright blue cloudless sky.

"Protect you? From what?" Owen turned from watching. An arrow slammed into
his bellybutton. His belly jiggled and he giggled. "That was fast!" He
looked down at his shaft, "But it ain't takin me down, like these pussies!"

Jerrad rested his face onto the ground and turned his cheek to the
sand. "Just rest in.....inck." He died as the arrow tore through his body
and brought his best innards out his back hole. His body stopped moving,

Bryce sported an arrow that slapped into his navel too. "HA! That ain't the
best of my meat in there. They think that will stop me?"

"I know it won't! Me either!" Owen cackled, "Hurts like a sum of a bitch
but it ain't deadly! There's too much of me in there for it to..." SLAM!
Another arrow slammed into the back of the first arrow and drove the first
arrow into him more. "Gahhhhhh!" Owen would not give. "I'm not gonna be
stopped." He kept on moving his feet. He walked on.

Bryce laughed, "They got some magnet in the back of
THEMMMMMMMMM!gggzaannnnnanaaah!!wewewwdxuxfuckedddd! Zaaaa!" A third arrow
slammed into the second on Bryce's body. This drove the first arrow point
out his back but it hung there. Bryce gasped and gagged as he moved
on. Step after painful step, the two boys moved at the arena maze's tubular
doorways. Around them the sounds of boys fighting boys and boys getting
arrowed filled the air! "It'll take more than....gooooooo! Gah! More
than...than that to find me meat, my vitals are deeper in there than they
can ever get to..." A fourth arrow drove the firstout his back to spill
onthe ground over the body of another arrowed warrior boy.

Owen found five arrows in him. His belly did a jig, his torso did a
disjointed one, not with the belly. "I think they got us, Bryce, they found
our true muscles...stopping...." Owen turned in a twist and found his arrow
shafts, which were embedded one in the other so that it looked like one big
arrow, rubbed against Bryce's arrow shafts. This caused them more
pain. They used their hands to hold the shafts but now they pulled each
other's bathing suits down and their dicks rose out like Empire State
Buildings. Sporting leaks ontop the mushroomic points. They huddled
together and the shafts bent against the other's chests and caused extreme
pain. They fell to knees and they leaned on each other and died in that
position. Their arms wrapped around their massive frames. Lips locked. But
they weren't dead yet...or they thought they were until...

Until a running Dietch from Innout's stable page 2, ran his left shoulder
into them by mistake. "ALIVE!" Bryce gasped. But the two fell over and
jiggled to a dying moaning death, flab not helping save them! Each jiggle
shook out and loose a long line of jism between the two and the cream
overflowed.

Laughing at them, Igno's Shawn, Daniel, and Skate, ran by, all three having
teamed up with Dietch. "Hey fatties, get a life. Oh you can't, you just
lost your only one!"

"Die big boys!"

"The bigger they are, the harder they are when they cum as they die!"

"Slow pokes get poked!"

"Die fatties!"

"Blubber bellies bashed!"

"Shut up!" Dietch yelled, "And c'mon! The fights for the entrances are just
beginning!"

And what of our first example group? How did they fare? Well, Red from
Innout's team, is to be found crawling on the sand, his right arm reaching
out for his new team mates, "Don't leave me!" As he crawled on the ground,
the odd misplaced rock or fallen arrow or boy body part, nudged him and
caused him pain. For he was sporting an arrow in his lower gut, an inch
below his navel. All this arrow business only took 30 seconds or so at the
most, but the carnage caused by it was pain longevity. As he crawled, he
saw his new found mates running toward the openings. "Please don't
leave...hel me! HELL!" Danny, Sammy, Ricky, Tore, and Myko kept running.

"It's Red!" Rudder yelled.

Myko shook his head, "I hear him!"

"Me too!" Sammy yelped as he ducked an arrow, "But we can't do anything to
save him now."

"He's a goner," Tore said, without pity, "Leave him be!"

Rushing, Danny said, "They're right, forget him. Let him enjoy his death!"

Rudder turned and took a step back toward Red, who looked up, his belly
heaving. Another arrow smashed into the back of the first and embedded
inside it. The wood made for splitting and allowing arrow after arrow
inside itself and pushing the first arrow head, metalhead, into the
victim's giving belly. Red's dick under him fired just as the arrows
continued. "You didn't leave me. You awaakkk! You came back for
me....back....OWWWWWWFFFFFFFUkkkk!" THUD. SMACK. WANG! BAM! SPLIT! CRACK!
SPASHDOWN! Nice boy innards getting it. Pain below navel. The pressure inch
below his navel caused Red to jerk on his belly and one arrow missing its
mark added to the end result of cumming by hitting directly into his navel.

Rudder looked and turned back, an arrow targeting into his belly button. He
was flown back by it into Red and landed on Red's back, his butt to Red's
back. "RED!" Red was dead though. Rudder looked under him and saw the arrow
sticking out Red's back. "Oh Red! I'm sorry...I wouldn't have..." He held
the arrow in his own gut and another and another and another. Until he fell
seeped in his own cummy loin cloth.


Part Two:

They had hung back, hesitated. They saw the boys who made the first rush
get toward the entrances and some lucky ones in the second and third waves
make it. But many went down. The ones who were last....many knew they had
no chance. At all. They turned their own weapons on their own stout belly
buttons, chests, and lower extremity areas. Upper abs were torn in an
effort to put them out of the game forever.

Igno's Andrew and Bobby from page 1 looked at each other as arrows rained
down on unsuspecting others. They practically had their backs to the
wall. Bobby's pert but cut up looking little navel was there for an arrow
to find but he didn't want that. Instead he held his small metal knife
aloft and looked at Andrew, who did the same. They plucked it into their
own navels and deeply. They grunted. Looking at them were Igno's other
boys: Brett from Igno's page 2, Bryan from Igno's page 2, Forest, Forrest
from Igno's page 5, and Colin from Igno's page 3. Mikey was also there and
he was astonished, "We can't do that!"

"I'm NOT doing that!" Forrest said.

Alex, from Igno's page 1, ran back to them, "We can't get past those
arrows, they're targeted, homed in on our navels, chests...it's horrible!"

Melvin from Igno's page 9, went down, an arrow zipping right in and out of
his timid frame.

Alex gasped, "Horrible! No warrior stands a chance against somethings like
that! I can't!"

Melvin was already still. His brave little underbelly button ridge half
poked in him and half out of him. His glasses were thrown off, just as his
dick was ready to erupt for the first time and failed to, because his death
was so fast.

"Shut up!" Forrest snapped to Alex, "It's not all over for us. We can still
try...c'mon all of you rush for it!"

"Huhfffgohhhh goddaah!" Bobby gasped as his legs folded out from under him
and he fell surreptitiously. "Oh my navel!" His navel did indeed look cut
now and mangled too. Andrew fell next to him and pulled his hand out of his
navel where he stabbed so deep his knife was embedded in. He took his
bloody hand and pushed under Bobby's thin bathing suit of red and
purple. He gasped. Bobby jumped underneath as Andrew's falling some more
over him, made his hand jerk some more as he fisted around Bobby's
dick. "My first....first..."

"My fist, your first...ohhhagggaaaaah!Rrnttt!" Andrew felt another stabbing
pain in him as Bobby unstuck himself and jerked his blade into Andrew's
bare belly button. Right next to the other knife. "Oh keep
itcumm....ingggggggoohffaaa!"

"Like them? You wanna die like them?" Forrest asked.

"HELL YEAH!" Brett said as he watched, "Better that way than the way all
them arrowed boys are going!"

An arrow hit to the side of him, knocking against the wall. "So be it, do
yourself," Forrest said.

Brett held up his mini fork. It had two sharp points that almost met in the
middle of a bend, forming a kind of triangle from bottom to top, only that
the point just before both prongs met had a mini space between them. Brett
has his yellow shorts hung real low and a critical expanse of skin was far
beneath his lower belly button. Yet he struck two inches beneath it, "Oh
man yes! It's all that!" The mini space on the fork filled itself with meat
untouched as it filled the void like a blob, like jello from a squeeze
tube. It was the flesh around it that was being poked and jabbed
inward. "Oh I can't bring myself..." Brett's lite brown hair sweated so it
looked more brown than blond that he really was more like. "I can't bring
myself to twist it...hurt too much!"

"Oh just do...ahh, let me!" Bryan, who was nearby and enjoying watching
this, grabbed the fork from Brett's willing hand and roughly the black
haired boy with the eyes too far apart, twisted it every which way. "Oh
yeah feel that before your life gives! MAN! I love feelin your dying flesh
under my hand!"

Brett squirmed, "AHHH NO!" His belly, big and bare, jerked forward and
Bryan bent his wrist trying to twist and turn as much as he could. "Don't!"

In his black speedo, and smiling, wideeyed though, Colin looked, "Dig! DIG!
Hurry up, the arrows!"

Bryan took the fork out and Brett took his own dick out and squirted Bryan,
"Take that!"

"Take that!" Bryan shoved the fork back in and then pulled it out and
shoved it into his own navel.

Colin looked at his own navel now and put his mini spearhead to the navel
and looked, "I..I...can't."

Arrows continued for a few more volleys. Sturdy boy belly was pierced by
metal heads of wooden shafts that followed their lead in...in...in...but
boys kept walking, running, stumbling over each other to reach the tubular
openings into the maze. How many died or were plunged into a prolonged
belabored death before even getting near the maze interior?

Red's crimson hair was a match for a big splotch under his butchered
belly. His hands stuck to it under him. He was very dead. His awe inspiring
abs were no match for unrelenting flung metal headed death, backed by
wooden shaft into interior of belly via the lower underbelly, beneath
button, up and back to button and finally as more slammed, the arrow that
first hit Red, found release out freckled back.

Rudder had tried to help him but more arrows had slammed into the arrow in
Rudder's own navel and he fell to his back.

A bright beacon of a bright blond, another boy, running behind them, also
from Innout's stable was Poe. He was from Innout's page 8. "I'm not gonna
kill myself! No navel stabbing by my own hand for me, I want someone else
to do it fer me...so untilllllllllhilllllll!" An arrow slammed into his
navel! Another hit it from behind very quickly. "NAW!" Poe learned that if
he dropped to the ground, even though the arrow was in him and made for
slow crawling along, even causing him undo pain as he dragged his body,
belly down, arrow up to his chest, held by one hand, that this was better
than facing his belly upward. His first drop was almost his end. He put his
arms out straight to prevent the arrow back from hitting the ground and
driving the metal point that seemed to be pinning one side of his navel
against the other, further into him and his very being. But this meant he
had to hold the arrow with his fist wrapped around it and hold it almost
vertical to his body, moving it up from its formerly horizontal
position. This caused him some discomfort and pain as the tip gauged out
some lower belly button meat, hitting the lip and causing him more pleasure
as the feeling was unheard of and the pain great. Things moved around in
him that he was sure shouldn't be. Still, he would make it. He swore to
make it. He could withstand this. Before him was Wilson, Jim's boy from
page 9, holding his body up on two hands but someone kicked him from
behind, purposely to give themselves more time to dodge arrows----that
person---Nate from Jim's page 7, failed at this. For an arrow went into his
navel and another hit that one and it tore through Nate. "Hmmm," Poe
gasped, "Not as solid as some of us others was he?"

"No!" Wilson gasped and Poe thought at first, Wilson was answering his
question but Wilson lost his battle with gravity and slid down...his navel
sliding down the arrow shaft to the bitter end of it, the end on the
ground. Wilson effectively laid down on his belly, only the arrow was in
him and out his back popped the metal head. Wilson fought it. The baby
faced Nate's briefest of briefs filled with trapped cum as he died and
kicked quickly.

Wilson. Stronger than Nate, Poe thought but not strong enough. For Wilson's
gagging and struggling, grunting and urging himself to stay alive,
stopped. As did Wilson. Silence from the blond lean boy in the white
sarong. Poe forgot him. He had too. Wilson, after all, was from Jim's team
page 9. Poe had seen him fight and slay friends and knew Wilson was a
strong kid and noble hearted but Poe had to forget about him. He had his
own problems. The ground was not a kind host as the arrow was dragged under
him and he crawled, using his legs and his free hand. He crawled past many
other boys who had their belly up. And belly up they died. Arrow after
arrow crashed into their first arrow's back, splintering into it and
driving the first metal head point deeper into meaty boy belly and innards
until finding a way out back.

At the wall, Colin saw more boys go down under arrows. Cute short haired
bright blonde young ten year old Mark from Igno's page 9 lost control of
his bladder and pissed himself yellow all over his half yellow and half
black speedo. An arrow zoomed into his belly just as he pissed himself. He
gasped, "Aw shit! What a shitty way to die!"

"No, it was actually urine!" An audience member made fun of poor little
Mark's last words. Mark didn't even cum as arrow upon arrow rained into his
little body, driving the one metal head that hit first through him and out
his barely developed back.

An arrow hit the sand near Colin's foot and he moved his foot. He gripped
his mini spearhead with both hands and shoved deeply. His sturdy belly
heaved against it and then stuck in. He shoved and shut his eyes. He fell
to his knees. "This is the best!" He shoved and shoved and fell onto his
back. An arrow hit his navel anyway, pinning hands, mini spearhead and
bellybutton to his spine. Colin kicked and kicked and his dick undid itself
from the speedo side and shot like a missile. Its own arrow. His freckled
neck shook to the world and then his head went down and back. His broad
shoulders, broad for one so young, not even 13 yet, shook and also freckled
especially at the collar bone, finally gave in to silence. His huffing
moans of pain and joy gone to the wind.

On his death crawl, Poe gasped, his own dick under him dragging, limp and
then hard. It fluctuated between both states, limp, hard as he moved,
deflated as he stopped, inflated as he heard some boy get an arrow in him,
the grunt, the slamming against meat, metal to meat. The boy scream or
stifled scream. Boys tried to hold their screams and pain in. Some
didn't. Some gasped and twirled before him and he hoped they would not land
on him or inadvertently or purposely kick him over onto his own back, for
he did not want a third arrow to ram into his first two. As he dragged his
entire body forward, crawling along the ground, belly to ground, arrow to
ground, the pain of the wooden shaft spearheaded by the metal point ground
into him but he would get inside the maze. He made sure of that. On the
ground near him was a struggling Rudder who turned this way and that, on
his back, unsure of which way to move, unsure as to what movement would
cause him the least pain. Or was he trying to feel the full intensity of
the most pain he could before he died. His dick erupted like Vesuvius with
white boy juice, splaying, clammy, clumping...dripping down the veins on
both sides and the scrotum practically shot off. Poe crawled to him and
started to crawl over him but his shoulder hit the arrow and made Rudder
jump some more. Cum flew. "No, get off!"

Poe knew Rudder, had even fucked him a few times, jerked him off and let
him suck him dry more than once. They were almost soul mates at one time
until the need to separate before a match they thought they would both die
in came. It turned out they both lived and didn't have to face each other
but the coldness they once felt was no longer able to be overcome. Cum
caked over Rudder's freckled belly, some lite red peach fuzz combed by it.

Poe gasped, "But I can shield you!"

"The arrows! They are drawing the other arrows!" Rudder shook,
feverish. Poe could feel Rudder's legs and lower belly full of sweat. Death
sweat. The arrow in Rudder's belly button sunk and moved all different
ways, cutting, chomping. Biting. "Get off, you're hurtttttting!" TING!
Another arrow landed in the arrows in Rudder and it was clear his shaking
now would end with his death. He shook a death dance and as he did his dick
exploded with cum which smattered all over Poe's face. Poe blinked and when
he looked at Rudder's last expression, he smiled, along with Rudder, for
that was his last expression: a grim, stoic smile. One of pleasure. Then
Rudder's eyes were unseeing even though open and he laid back with a slam.

"Fuck you!" Poe yelled. He wasn't sure who he was yelling at or who he
wanted to fuck but he said it again and again and it drove him. He crawled
over the ground, arrow causing pain all the way. For a moment the pain
driven into his navel seemed to fill his chest and lower intestines too but
he fucked it away, both physically and verbally. "I'm makin it in! Fuck
you! Fuck Red! Fuck Rudder! Fuck Nate! Fuck Wilson! And fuck you! Fuck you
in there! In there, you hear me!" Poe crawled past some more dying
boys---young Art (his outtie driven in and meshed beyond repair, his little
youthful ribs cracked from his banging himself in frustrated pain temper
tantrums) from Igno's page 1, Igno's Owen from page 10 (Owen's red lips
more red from blood coming out his mouth, his own proud big belly caved in
by arrow impact, the handsome boy face grimaced in pain as he rolled and
curled into a corner like a ball), poor rolling Clay from Jim's page 3. His
traditional showmanship sunglasses fallen off with the first deep impact,
Clay rolled over and over and broke several arrows in his belly and outside
his body. This made the arrows that came raining at them confused. Thus he
had arrows in his navel, a new one an inch below it and one an inch above
it. Future arrows rained in on the backs of those and he was tripled in his
pain. His belly housed several. The skin seemed to envelop the arrows but
it was soon noted by all, mostly Clay's pain, that it was the other way
around.

At the wall, his little shiny brown/blond head shaking, Alex said, "I'm not
dying like that! I'm gonna find a way in and join up with a group!" Alex
was wet thinking about it and a wet spot shone through his flimsy yellow
speedo. His ab muscles, so hot on one so young, not even 11 yet, were
flexed. "I'm willing to go!"

"Me too! C'mon!" His black eyes shining, Forrest nodded to Alex and both
ran off. The other Forest looked at them and found a misguided arrow and
smiled.

Forest stabbed himself with it and as he fell another one shot into its
rear and shoved it in more. He jerked and his penis flew out of his thin
rags and shot a volley of cum at the arrows. Then he fell on his belly and
his hands out, the arrow went in as far as it could and lay against his
bare back. He jerked and died right away. Not much for him to say. He died
laughing and the audience, watching, jerking their own dicks, knew that he
died happy and in joy of death as he laughed.

Clay rolled some more and finally stopped rolling. "Hah!ahahhh! So I"m the
blond one, the bleach blond stupid one, huh? I'm the lean skinny one with
wide hips, am I? I'm the weak one, am I? I'm the one that's gonna beat all
your asses inside!" Poe was bright bleach blond, naturally. He also wore
the skimpiest of red speedos that never covered all his ever so slight and
lite pubic hair, also very bright. The speedo also showed his tan line on
both is legs under it and his hips above it. He might as well have worn
nothing. This was not lost on him when his speedo was wet under him from
blood and from pre cum and cum. He had cummed several times as he made his
way to the entrance, spurred on, spermed on, by the sounds of dying boys
getting arrowed, stabbing themselves and each other to keep from the fear
of the maze. In addition, he now passed fighting boys who were killing over
who was going to get inside the entrances first. The sounds kept him hot
and bothered, cumming and hard. And long. The dick while it felt good to
him, impeded his progress and he swore he wished for the first time ever
that he had a little penis. But he knew that was bullshit. Even in all
this, he knew his happiness from having his dick sated by all this pain,
dying all around him, pain in his own navel cord. It made him feel
good. Manly. The hot breeze blew against his shoulders, his puffed out
chest as he crawled, his arched back. The lite hair on his lower back felt
the breeze. "I'm gonna make it! I'm gonna win! I'm gonna win!"

While Poe's body was frail and somewhat small compared to the other boys,
most of them didn't think of Poe that way. His face betrayed his small
stature. It was stubborn looking, determined, and almost anti
cherubic. Even though he looked like some Irish angel, his face harbored a
toughness that was now showing in his entire stamina. He dragged himself
on. Ignored by almost all. His small pert nipples rounded and hardened and
dirtied themselves as he dragged himself on.

Left alone at the wall Mikey took his razor lined wooden stick and just
shoved as hard as he could into his belly button and kept shoving. He
wasn't alive as he fell and the arrow slammed there as well. He died
standing against the wall.

In the stands, Innout looked at the suicides on the screen replays, "Igno,
your guys like to slay themselves. Notice none of mine..."

Igno was handing him money and also giving Jim some money. Something on the
screen caught his eye.  "Look at that one!" Igno pointed to the screen.

On it, Innout's boy Ant, looked around helplessly as Ryan, Clay, and Dusty
all got arrows planted in their bellies, even before any of them could
decide what to do. They all had promised each other they would be a
group. The four had run together but stopped as they saw Igno's Jeff, page
7, get arrowed by a flying hail of arrows, all of which planted themselves
one on top the other his navel. Jeff's back opened up to them and the first
metal arrow head ploughed through and then was slammed again and again by
other arrows, penetrating Jeff's flesh right infront of them. Then arrows
rammed Ryan, Clay, and Dusty in the same way. Jeff's nice navel was gone,
obliterated before the cheering audience and his serious face turned even
more serious as his spiky hair went down. He never even got a chance to
develop his underage chest. And he went down with three little uns who were
not even ten yet. All four died without cumming and that as they
experienced their last few seconds was their biggest regret: that they
never cam, ever! And never would.

Ant, Innout's page 8, who had the classic looks of a Mexican-Spanish boy
with a lot of white in him too, was undefined in muscularity. He was in the
state of just getting some muscle but he was still at a skinny age. He'd
never get his chance. He took his craggy curved Indian Peru knife and held
it to his navel with one hand and put the other hand out, horizontally. He
shut his eyes and as Innout yelled, "NO!" Ant shoved it into his navel and
purposefully went down onto his belly to drive himself into the ground,
knife going in. He shifted in the sand as he had sex with it and his dick
cam in his black tight briefs which said underwear on the waist band. That
pert little shallow navel was now gone, intruded upon. Ant's back stopped
moving up and down. His thighs were white with cum and his shoulders
shrunk. Innout shook his head and slammed Igno's money back into Igno's
hands.

Jim laughed, "Notice that not ONE of mine committed suicide. Because they
are real men!"

"You're telling me that that's not a man!" Igno pointed down.

He pointed to one of his sturdy boys. The older looking but youthful faced
Corey from Igno's own page 3 . Corey was one of the boys who ran first and
most of them avoided the arrows. He was unlucky in that he didn't. An arrow
blasted into him but as he kept running, he used his small
tomahawk/axe/knife to knock any other arrows out of his way. He fought on
with the arrow inside him, taking no heed to it. No notice. He didn't let
any other arrow get to the magnetic back of it. He had some blond
highlights in his hair, the upper curves. His big curvy belly shook as the
arrow moved with each step he took and he ran fast, even with it in him. He
held it with one hand at times but often let it go to do its own thing in
him. He reveled in the pain it caused for it drove him on. On to the
openings to the maze where he would fight other boys to the death to get
inside. Blood had formed a small trickled down the front of his white
underwear, which red Gap in bold semi red semi purple letters. He didn't
bother with it.

Little Ethan, behind him, had an arrow in his own belly, "Keep going,
Corey, I'm right behind ya!" He was. In fact, the little young one from
Igno's page 5, stayed close to the bigger boy because the arrows were
blocked by the bigger boy. Nevertheless as Corey stumbled one moment, an
arrow went right into little Ethan's navel and he gawfaweeed from his mouth
but following in his hero's footsteps, literally, he kept on going for the
maze entrance.

When Ryan saw Ethan hit, he smiled, "AW, poor little guy, ya tried, too bad
for ya!" Then WHAM! He got an arrow planted in his bellybutton. His
baseball hat fell off. He didn't keep going. Unlike Corey and Ethan, who
kept moving, and moving fast, Ryan stayed there and put both hands onto the
arrow and jerked with it, danced with it. He caused more damage than the
arrow itself. For a long long time, he tried to undo the arrow and get it
out of him. In fact, he moved around so much that other arrows had a hard
time getting into the back of the first one and not one did. Nevertheless,
by the time the entire maze event was over, Ryan was still dying, slowly
and he died before the very end. It took him a long time to die. With his
tight blue shorts, Ryan died on his back, stretched to the limits backward
and the arrow still in him. His hands gave up in the very end but for the
entire time of his prolonged death, he had tried to wrest the arrow out of
his body. He couldn't manage it at all. His grunts engaged a large section
of the audience, who gave up the action watching to just watch his death
scene. They would see the other stuff on replays and later on DVDs. This
was live death and they were eating up every moment of it. Some literally
ate when their partners cummed in their mouths.

Corey didn't notice. Ethan snickered at the irony. Then big Aaron from
Igno's page 1, got slammed with an arrow. Aaron stopped, took a few
steps. His big unmuscled frame shook but Corey and Ethan, running, slammed
into him as he took a step backward the next moment. Corey felt Aaron's
somewhat heavy and overweight body knock into the arrow in him and he
shoved Aaron back behind him. This made Ethan spill to the sand and get
stuck under Aaron. As Aaron lay there on his back, another arrow hit and
another and another and drove the arrow metal point through him and into
struggling Ethan. Ethan, under Aaron, fought to get out. The arrow, he felt
hit the arrow already in him and he screamed. But fighting on as he felt
his guts rent, ripped, cut, torn, and gauged, he knew he would get
out. Both the arrow in him and the arrow that got to him by Aaron, caused
all this shredding of his body. Yet as he climbed out from under Aaron, he
smacked his small weapon at the arrow that threatened to come into his
first arrow. He had bloody gashes all over his lower torso but he ran
on. "Corey, wait for me!"

Corey didn't wait. He was already at the door entrance, an arrow still
protruding out his belly and he stabbed his own weapon into a boy blocking
his way. Jim's Danny from page 3, in the green tights was there and trying
to get in the doorway first. Other boys were already piling in but Danny
tried to stop Corey. Bad move. Corey zipped his pointed weapon right into
Danny's belly button and out and then into Danny's lower than navel area
and then out. Then he struck into Danny's chest, just between nipples,
directly between. Danny gasped, "I can't believe it! Arrow in you and yet
you fight on." He tried to swing his knife, which was bigger than Corey's
at Corey but Corey slashed his hand and made him drop it.

"All...I...want...is...in..."

"Can't let you! Ya hafta..."

"... your belly!" Corey struck again and as Danny shuffled forward, Danny
made a move at the arrow sticking out of Corey. Danny grabbed it and shoved
it in more. Corey yelled but brought up a knee to kick to Danny's chin and
made contact. Danny fell and as he fell, felt Ethan's pointed fork in his
navel area and Ethan swished it around as he ran past and Danny fell. Ethan
ran in the door. Corey recovered from his bent over in pain motion and ran
in after Ethan. Ethan stopped in the white hallway to once lean over and
hold the arrow in him still, for he now realized how much pain it took to
have it in him. He tried to pull it out but gave up when that pain was more
and it made his dick grow to unguessed at heights. Corey ran past him, not
saying anything.

"Damn!" Danny lay face down, his dick uncontrolled. He cam in his green
shorts and he managed to pull sides off his hips so he could cum better. He
strained as he lifted his torso to cum fully. "Damn!" A good cum and
then...he noticed this, "First you cum a good cum and then you
fuck... iiieh, you fucking dieiiiii...." A huff.

Like Danny, but further behind, Aaron lay in the sand, holding arrows in
him. He gurgled and shook. His dick erupted and joined dozen of other dicks
sticking up from the dying arrowed victims. It rained white. Aaron groaned
a long time along with the other dying boys. Ryan's groans outlasted them
all.

"Granted, those two are men," Jim admitted to Igno. "My own Danny was
trying to take advantage of the wounded one from your stable."

"Yeah!" Innout said and then paused and then added, "I like that."

"So did he as he lies in his own juices," Igno smiled.

Igno's Tuck and Tyrone, both from Igno's page 13, ran. They ran alongside
the mighty looking Tusk, also from Igno page 13. Tusk said, "Once inside,
we stay together and..."

"More arrows!" Tyrone yelled as his cute face widened in terror. An arrow
hit him. The other two boys turned to see his caved in belly. Then another
arrow hit the first and so on. Tyrone was impaled and more arrows drove
through him as he stood there. "Help me!" He fell back, his eyes wide.

"Whadwe do?" Tuck asked Tusk. Tusk had dark eyes homed in on Tuck.

"I know what I'm gonna do!" Tusk ran behind Tuck and grabbed him in a
headlock, both hands behind Tuck's neck.

"No stop!" Tyrone yelled as he was slowly dying from the arrows hitting
into him more and more even on the ground.

"No stop!" Tuck yelled as Tusk, bigger and taller, got behind him and in
the position he held Tuck in, Tuck's feet were off the ground. "What're you
doin?"

"Using you! You is gonna die anyways, boy, so I might as well make your
death mean sumthin!" Tusk held Tuck up and used his body as a block as he
ran. An arrow hit into Tuck's bare belly. Tusk laughed and felt a second
one hit. He zig zagged, like so many other boys, only he had a human shield
on his front. Tuck's baseball hat fell off and landed on the last arrow
back that was in Tyrone's belly. This was not only funny looking, it
covered the magnet so that no more arrows would ram into Tyrone. It didn't
matter. Tyrone had four in him now and he could feel that the first arrow
was deep in the ground under his back. He knew he was dying. Slowly. He
wiggled.

Tyrone gasped, "First cum, first served....first ever...."

For one so young, not even 11, Tyrone had a slab of abs that most men would
enjoy. Now Tyrone's fought against the pain and lost...but he enjoyed them
and the fight all the way.

Half carrying Tuck in front of him, Tusk reached the area of the
doorways. Arrows were hard to get to them from this closer in spot. Tusk
didn't want any problems so he rammed full force toward the wall. Tuck
yelled, "Stop! There's no more! You can let me down ya bastard!"

"No way so you can try'n git me!" Tusk rammed his front into Tuck's back
and this made Tuck ram into the white wall. The arrow smashed out Tuck's
back and touched Tusk's navel, making him laugh as he let the boy go,
slowly so he dropped him, dragging his hands along the other boy's
shoulders and arms and then letting him fall. Tusk giggled. It was so
sensual to let him fall that way. He could also hear fights going on for
the entranceways. Boys grunting in moaning death loss or hahhahahing
huffing victory grunts or gathering momentum in their lungs as they drove
weapons in deeper. He turned to get inside the tubular opening but Tyke was
there. He was from Igno's page 13 also and he knew Tuck and Tyrone
intimately.

"He can't get you, but I can!" Tyke, being shorter than Tusk, seemed to
present no problem to him. But Tyke yelled a war cry and rammed both brass
knuckles, brass knuckles with points on the entire knuckle area and one
long point on the thumb--directly into Tusk's bare belly button area and he
fisted both hands into Tusk.

Tusk laughed....at first. Then he grunted. "You little....you got bite!"

"Bite this!" Tyke jumped up, driving all force into Tusk's belly.

Tusk grunted. Tyke's dick flopped out his skimpy yellow speedos. Tusk
thought, as he felt immense pain that Tyke shouldn't have even worn
anything. Those were almost like being naked. Tusk's washboards vanished
and he threw himself to one side, ripping himself off Tyke's brass
knuckles. "Oh my! Oh my! Oh my!"

"Oh die!" Tyke laughed. He turned to go into the entrance.

"Take your own advice!" Jim's Luke from Jim page stabbed a long thin
trident into Tyke's meaty belly. The three prongs went vertically into
lower belly, belly button, and upper abs. Luke left them there for a few
seconds longer than needed and Tyke looked down at them. He shut his eyes
and opened them, shut them and bent his head up and back.

"Ughh! I'm fucked!"

"Yeah in your belly!" Behind Luke was Jim's chubby boy Paulie, who sported
a cute navel in the middle of some flab. "Ha HA!"

"Yeah in your guts!" Luke added and then he twisted, making a circle with
all the points so that the bottom one replaced the upper one. He unplugged
them a few seconds after that and rammed them in and did it all over again.

Paulie yelled, "Let's get in!" He pulled Luke's arm which in turn made Tyke
scream some more from the pain as the prongs were yanked sideways in
him. His navel side was increased as was his navel size! Tyke screamed.

Luke turned, kicked Tyke in the hip, and Tyke fell down. "C'mon!" The two
boys ran into the white corridor. It was quiet there. "Phew! Safe at last!"

"Yeah, that was fun, uh?"

"Yeah!" They laughed. Luke checked out his own tight body. A nice round
navel, mostly outtie but with some signs of a surrounding innie on a
compact and meaty body. Longish hair and a big handsome smile with perfect
teeth. "Let's go...but..."

"Yeah it's too quiet now innit?" Paulie asked.

"There's guys in there, and they are quite quiet but fuck em c'mon!" Luke
moved. A long rod of steel came from the wall. "Wad the fuck?"

On Paulie's side, the other wall in the rounded corridor, sported a long
rod of steel also. On the end of the steel was a square metal shape,
flat. "C'mon is right, let's get outta here." Paulie moved back but his
bare back, sensuously hit Luke's bare back. Luke was moving away from the
square piece on his side. "What the fuck is right?"

The squares stop just as their bellies. Paulie turns to look at Luke and
Luke does the same. They laugh. Luke says, "C'mon squeeze around them and
out."

Just as they move, the squares fall away to form perfect points on the end
of each steel rod. As if that wasn't enough, in one quick motion, the
points, in a sense the ends of perfectly round metal toothpick, spears
coming from the walls, jerk into Paulie's navel on one side and Luke's
navel on the other. "OH NO!" Paulie gasped. He wiggles but the more he does
so, the more the metal tightens in him. And moves.

"FUCK!" Luke snarls on his side. He looks down at his belly and sees the
spear going in. He presses his back to Paulie, "Fuck! One of us can make it
if the other moves away!"

Paulie says, "I can't! My back is pressed too hard to yours! I can't!"

Luke smiles, "Then you die. I'm getting out...bye bye fat boy and saynora!"
As Luke tries to move the spear dips into him faster, some mechanical
device urging it into him and out his back, "DAMN MAN!" It goes out his
back and he could feel something enter his back. Paulie's spear point is
ripped out Paulie's back, slicing through pounds of flab and muscle to
pound into and nub against the other spear. Both spears rub against each
other in a mechanical fashion. The two boys stand on tip toes to bear the
pain. They both have sported dicks out their speedos and their dicks nub up
against their bare lower bellies, spreading juicy pre cum, clear but fluid
in a self gratifying way. They made sounds of pain and pleasure as
usual. But their backs rubbing on each other, sweat and some blood mingling
made them fire thick boy muffin cream filling out their dick slits and even
that hurt. A burning sensation. "Oh man, the best! This is the best
feelin!"

"I know! Fuck, who's that?"

Crawling past them, in between them in fact, in between their shivering
legs was a boy. Poe, with an arrow in his guts, holding it in his belly,
crawled in between them. "I'm gonna make it....I'm gonna live..."

"Shit will ya look at him!" Luke gasped as he shivered one last time and
dropped.

Paulie cried, "Oh no. Luke, don't leave me alone. I..."

Poe looked up behind him and tried to pull himself up. "You won't be alone
for long."

Paulie cried and this effort made him struggle more. The points of the
spears were now jutting into the opposite sides of the walls that they each
started from. Paulie gasped one more time, "You right. Good luck arrowed
boy..."

Poe gasped...his dick sore from cumming, more seemed to form inside his
scrotum and made that journey up it toward the hole...Poe groaned...painful
as the throbbing in his navel seemed to connect to a new throbbing in his
dick AND a different throbbing at his rectum. They were all connected after
all. And all feeling the pain and movement of a hot metal poker in his
innards like a brick road to his backside, his intestines seemed to shake
and quiver...he huffed quickly and panicked wind came from him....he gasped
some more and crawled on. He reached a wall at the end and there were two
more hallways springing from it going in two directions. He crawled Up the
wall painfully holding it to support him as he pulled his weight up. The
arrow nudged against the wall several times, causing new sensations every
which way and in some places he never felt the pain before. "UGGaahhhh!
TAAA! NAWW! Fuck! Die shit!'

Part Three:

Poe hugged the wall, which was strange because his dick was making love to
it, wetting it down like stucco one puts under wall paper. It looked the
same too, chunks of cum thick and ready, jerking Poe's lean body up and
down along the wall, vertically. Poe jiggled his hips horizontally also to
try to escape the pain but the arrow was meeting the wall too and moving
end up, point down more and more now. Into his flesh, biting it. Someone
bumped into him and their shoulder hit him. He was sure it was on
purpose. He heard male sounds echoing down the hallway. A shaft was in his
shaft, a thick firery substance shot through his dick vein, from the very
bottom of his balls to fire up to his mush room head and he held it back a
bit, trying to not let it go, for if he let it go, he knew he would die,
that that last shot would be his last. But holding onto it and knowing
that, made him all the more eager to let it loose and let it fly. And fly
it did again and again along the wall, splashing up far past his head and
smearing along the wall to drip there back into his hair as he put his head
to the wall, bending his neck, his head moving downward as he felt
empty. His vein was empty, his dick spent, his cum dripping back down on
his bright blond almost white hair. He held the wall and pressed into
it. The arrow deliciously delved into his guts, tender now and it knew no
boundaries. Poe felt his insides bend to its will. He knew things were
being cut, torn, ripped, and mingled in places not meant to mingle. He
slowly slid down the wall. "No." A weak willed "no" was all his could
manage. He wanted to cum again but couldn't. He fell along the wall, his
face still on it, forming a kind of perverted kiss on the wall, his lips in
a grimace of death and love. He crumpled against it and his insides stuck
him to the wall. He huffed one long last breath out.

"Hey you alright?" The arrowed little boy, Ethan tried to run but stumbled
and landed on his left knee, "Corey, you alright?"

Corey was leaning on the wall, his arm out and he put his head down to bear
the pain. The arrow in him wobbled out long and hard, as Corey himself
was. "Leave me alone. Let me die...in..."

"You ain't gonna die!" Ethan made his way, staggering, toward the end of
the hallway.

"Thank you....ou ou ou, Doctor," Corey gagged, sarcastically. And not
without pain and grunting.


Ethan looked up at Corey and smiled. But Corey noticed a glimmer of pain in
the smile and that grew. Ethan put one hand up and moved it to the wall,
trying to get up. Corey reached down, turning back to him and holding the
arrow in his gut, moving it and causing himself more pain. "Damn, man!" He
stumbled to the wall too and gasped and looked down at Ethan. Ethan's face
made grimaces of pain as the pain widened from his belly to his back and up
to his chest and then it focused all back from his navel inward to behind
it and between his hips in back.

"Gaaa!" Ethan gasped and shut his eyes as he rolled down the wall again and
put both hands out to hold himself from falling. The arrow end met the wall
and was nudged up and down, "GOOOARRR!" Ethan huffed as his dick rose some
more and was wet with fluid pre cum. Whiteness started to foam up from the
dick and threatened to fire out. He shrank down the wall some more and the
wall hit his dick or his dick hit the wall and made it tingle and he almost
shot there and then. He snorted out his nose. Huffing in and out. "You
aren't goaaaanaahhhhh ha ha ha, die but I..." Ethan shut his eyes again and
it was clear he was ready to die and just not that moment. He slid some
more and as Corey reached out to grab him to hold him up, he slid. Corey
missed him and watched, his dick shooting a wide load out as Ethan felt cum
hit his soft smooth skin. "Die well I do....ahahah, ugga!" Ethan jerked a
bit and his dick shot a load up like a volcano erupting and it caught
Corey's chest in between pecs. Corey almost fell back and grabbed the arrow
in him with one hand and the wall with the other. Ethan crumbled to the
floor, head on the wall and he huffed a few more times, little jerks ending
his life and one hand grabbing at his balls, the arrow jerking inside his
gut, messing and mutilating downward from navel to clear smooth gut below
it.

Someone ran into him, fell, and stood up. This was Igno's Billy (page 1),
eyes wide apart, thick bridge of nose and dark black curly hair, longish in
front and on top. He wore a checked black and red pair of jockey shorts and
that was made more red than black by blood seeping out his navel hole where
a thick arrow stood in for his navel. Billy grabbed onto Corey's leg as he
steadied himself up, and with both hands then grabbed his arrow. "Get out
of the way. Get away, they...they're killing everyone...everyone with an
..." Billy's body jerked and went stiff. Standing behind him was a stiffer
boy, boldly and proudly removing a knife from Billy's back. Cocking his
knife hand back to his body as if to give Billy room to fall and die. Chest
stuck out. Soon, from Jim's page 8, stood there, knife dripping blood. Even
with his glasses still on, he looked formidable. Muscular and Asian, he
stood side by side with another of Jim's boys, Rocky, also Asian but with
somewhat mixed blood, possibly Spanish or Mexican in there somewhere. Rocky
was even thicker than Soon. He wore black satin low hanging shorts with
little to the leg part. His dick was sticking out the right leg and
dripping in time with Soon's knife. "Oh," Billy sagged to his death and his
dick shot and wet down Corey's leg.

Corey looked up and saw Soon in those gray sweat shorts, which accentuated
his fine muscles as their tight waist band gripped low under his hips. His
abs were great and smooth. Soon said two words, "We kill."

Corey ripped the arrow from his gut and turned it at them but the All
American looking Cheer came up from behind the two Asians and he had a thin
sword and he placed it right at Corey's navel just above the arrow wound,
somewhat on the hard thick ridge of Corey's untouched area and he
shoved. Corey felt like it was slow motion, for he felt he could only look
at the sword touching his upper ridge on his destroyed belly button, "My
belly buddon..." He looked up and drew air in and was wide eyed. Should I
stop it, he thought or let it...it feels so good there and sliding in
now...too late, "too late," he said. Innout's Cheer from page 10, smiled
wildly, enjoying it as he slid into Corey's insides, some force almost
stopping the blade. Corey wiggled. "Dis is it...."

Cheer, less muscular than the two Asian boys, smiled a big wide one and his
flat nose pressed up against Corey's chin, "This is it! Nothing better!" He
whipped the sword out, "Feel your death up close and personal!"

"Oh!" Corey gasped once and started to sink. Cheer held Corey up under the
right arm. He looked Corey in the eyes. Corey's eyes pleaded, then met with
understanding. Finally, peace as the pain thribbed through him and caused
vibrations and his dick met Cheer's smooth but firm and hard belly. Inching
into it like a sword of his own and creaming up into the outtie
navel. Covering it in a waterfall of white. His eyes lowered from Cheer's
as both boys knew this was enjoyment and pain at the same time. Corey liked
it, Cheer liked it.

Cheer stuck his head up and chest out too and this made Corey huff and huff
and snort and fall. Corey fell and one last "OH" to his lips. He died in
pain and pleasure.

Cheer through back his curly brown/blond hair, "Who next?"

Gray, the tall lanky boy, was more blond than Cheer, brighter colored
hair. He wore cut off denim shorts with a brown belt, low in his wide hips,
looking like something out of the 70s, also wearing brown work boots made
of a kind of felt. His handsome face smiled as his longer locks blocked his
eyes. "We slay everyone we come across, we are a team, right?!"

"WRONG!" Soon had grabbed the arrow from the grip Corey had on it and
shoved it under handed, point up into Gray's meaty but curvaceous belly. It
jabbed up into the navel and up through the top of that into him deeper so
that it reached under his ribs and to his heart.

"What the...?" Gray said and it was his last words. He sucked in air and
spit it out. And fell back, a look of betrayal frozen on his face and his
face stayed that way, eyes open and all, handsomely he fell, not even time
to give him one jerk.

Cheer looked, "He was gonna die anyway, he's a ....NOOOOO!" Rocky put one
arm against Cheer's chest and with the other hand grabbed the sword from
Cheer's grip. He shoved Cheer against the wall with his greater weight and
arm against Cheer's upper chest. Then he moved his arm with the hand
holding the sword back. Cheer knew what was coming, and cumming. "NO! NO!
NO! NOAAAHHHHH!"

"Cool ain't it?" Ricky asked. Myko just looked at Sammy's back as the point
made designs in it. Then the point vanished. Ricky smiled, "That so cool!"

As Cheer slid from the wall, he had his counterpart on the other side of
the wall, Sammy, sliding down it too. They both hit the ground at the same
time and turned onto their bellies, they jerked to a frothy soup under them
gasping in huffs for quite awhile.

Soon looked at Rocky, "Do you think the others strike?"

"I'm sure, if they be inside," Rocky said, "Let us hook up with them." The
two Asians ran down a white corridor.

On the other side of the wall, Ricky kicked Sammy over and looked at a
deflating dick covered in cum. "Ahh, that's hot!" Cum dripped off his foot
where he touched Sammy and also dripped off Sammy's slit. Sammy jerked one
final time.

"You coulda died!" Tore smacked Ricky on the shoulder, Ricky taller than
he, Tore had to reach up. "What the fuck's your problem!"

Ricky raised a knife at him, "Lay off, little brother! Or you'll..."

Tore shoved a knife into Ricky's belly button and pulled out, "I'll what!
WHAT HA? WHAT HUH? WHAT YA GONNA DO?"

Ricky looked down as though he couldn't believe it. Tore stood back and
looked at it too. They both looked up. Ricky swallowed. Tore shoved the
knife back into Ricky. Myko yelled, "Stop, stop! Stop fighting among each
other!"

Tore shoved the knife and as Ricky tried to stab his little brother, Tore
tore the knife from Ricky's grasp and planted it down low just above
Ricky's dick, which rose out of his loin cloth and reached up. With the
first knife, Tore ripped on high, just under the breast plate and then
switched the knives places...without taking them out of his
brother. "Stayoutta it, Myko, or you'll get it too. I loved you and you
just threw away..."

Myko yelled, "It's battle blood lust! You don't know what you're doin!!!!!"

Tore tore out the knives and plunged again and again, "I know! And I love
it!"

"Love!? How could you!" Ricky yelled and flung himself at Tore and his
greater weight brought them down. Tore on bottom. Ricky grabbed at the
knives in him and risking cut hands, grabbed the handles up high and turned
the blades out of his own skin! He shoved the blades, some covered in his
own intestines and some still attached to his own insides and he shoved
them into his little brother's own abs and delved deep!

"OHHHH!" Tore jerked from under Ricky and this caused Ricky some glee and
some arousal again. They both felt their dicks clash and the brothers were
joined by knives and guts meshing. They kicked at their own deaths but it
did nothing. Their dicks, squeezed to the max as they rubbed each other and
tried to hold each other and yet tried to escape at the same time, popped
and spread wet cummy goo all over their fronts, and Myko, watching in
fascination and horror, could hear the sticky sounds as flesh covered in
cum met flesh covered in cum and sometimes blood and guts met cum.

Montar (Innout page 5) and Beamer (Innout page 1) ran past Myko, "C'mon
kid, don't stand there. You've seen death before, move your little ass!"

"Oh...okay..."

"We're not together though," Montar told Myko as he ran between him and
Beamer, "Just so you know..." He and Beamer had thick swords.

"Oh oh kay..." Myko cried.

Ricky and Tore stopped moving...eventually. Their navel pain made them feel
great. They laid their heads on each other, heaving spit and they got one
last look at each other and knew they liked it this way. Then they laid
heads down for the last time and shut their eyes, huffing to quietness.

Asian boy Gunny dropped his dart gun, a small tube really. "Damn it!" He
and Ymen, Sash, and Grimmac were in a hallway that was wide open to five
other hallways.

Ymen looked, "Stupid idiot, don't drop your only weapon, or we'll you
behind."

"Dumb chink, we should leave him anyway," Sash said.

As he recovered the dart tube, from hands and knees, Gunny just moved to
his knees and used the dart tube to fire a dart into Ymen's belly. "Hey!"
Ymen yelled.

Sash turned to him, "What the hell, you little Jap sneak bastard attack!"
Sash raised a spear at him but for his efforts got a dart embedded so deep,
all he could see was the very tip of the end of the back of it.

Larger Grimmac backed up, hands waving Gunny off, "Hey I got no quarrel
with you, kid, I think you're pretty cool, so just don't...DON'T!" A dart
went in so deep it vanished and the little bit of fat Grimmac had, closed
up to make the dart embedded so deep no one could see it or get to it. The
three boys bumped into each other as they felt the pain in their guts. They
all tried to dig into their own bellies to get the darts out. Grimmac's
belly lines faded as he bent over in pain.

Gunny watched, lowered the dart tube and smiled, "I not a Jap. But I cut
you three down like a Samurai.You die in a few hours." He raced around to a
hallway corridor that was smaller. There he met Soon and Rocky and they
nodded at each other. They heard grunts on the other side of the wall. Soon
heaved a willing Gunny up and over. Rocky and Soon climbed over, for this
wall did not go up to the ceiling.

Stannic (Innout page 5) with a short stabbing spear and Solar with a mini
trident were there and looked up, "Get them!" they both said.

"I will do it!" Lim, from Jim's page 6, said and reached his spear
up. Lim's super muscled abs tightened.

Jim's boy Ronaldo, looking Mexican, skinny waist, raised up a sword, "Me
too! I got em!"

First of all, Gunny landed on Ronaldo's sword and it made Ronaldo's arm
move down with it as he held onto it. Gunny punched him and Ronaldo fell
back but held onto the sword, still under Gunny's feet. Gunny started to
remove his dart tube from his waist band.

Rocky and Soon landed also.

>From Innout's page 8, Top was facing them too, "Get them!" Top was Asian
and he had denim cut offs that were too small for his wide curvy belly. His
ab was one slab of meat and a nice dark innie. He had a two pointed sword,
with two curled points on both ends, four in all. His denim zipper was open
as was the button at the top, the only thing not showing was his dick. His
hairless body was dark tan but glistened with sweat. He wore a baseball hat
which made him seem very non Asian but his face was very Asian. He swung at
Rocky and Soon but they easily sidestepped him and met his sword.

Baby faced, super cut Cameron (Innout page 4) and older but super lean Jeah
(Innout page 4) were there too. "There's only three of them, slay em! Slay
em now dudes!"

Cameron moved, bending down, with two long knives, long and black. He moved
at the bigger Asian boys, "The bigger that they are..."

"The harder they get when they stab you!" Top smiled as he jabbed the point
to his double headed sword, which had a leather handle in the middle, deep
into Cam's abs. Cam doubled over.

"Oh my GOD!"

"He cannot help ya now!" Top said. And pushed.

>From the other side and slightly behind, Jeah came at Top, "What are you
doing?" He ran at Top who ripped the sword from Cam's belly, Cam's hands
going up to the wound to hold it all in...and failing.

"OH GOD!" Cam looked at his formerly perfect abs and found a gusher of guts
rolling out. "SHIT!"

As Jeah came at Top, Jeah found Top quickly moving the other side of the
sword at his belly in one move...ripping out of Cam and into him without
even turning around. Jeah went over the sword point and his belly got it
and it went out his back. "Betrayin you! Die white trash!"

Stannic with his Irish red face and white cap felt his rubber looking belly
and oblong navel. He ran in with his spear but Rocky knocked it to one side
and stabbed him in his guts. Stannic gasped, "Traitor!"

Lim smiled and stabbed Solar from behind and the spear went out Solar's
belly button and ripped intestine out. "Oh man! You got me! Right in my
guts!" Lim ripped it out and Solar twirled to face Lim, give him a long
last look of betrayal. Lim smiled. He nodded at Solar. Then he rushed his
spear into the lower gut below the former navel. Solar bent and then jerked
backward, head behind him and got off the spear but Lim followed and jabbed
it in again in the upper abs and then dragged it to the navel area again
and pushed, "AAHHHHHH!"

"HAAAAAAIIIII! DIE!" Lim pushed the spear down and with it went the meat
once called Solar. Solar's leg flopped up. And down.

Arms up to try to stop them, Stannic was down and being ripped apart by
Rocky and Soon, who found joy in their killing off of him.

Gunny watched Top stabbing down into Jeah and put a hand on his back,
slapping, "Plan work well, aye?"

Top nodded as Jeah reached up, his abs soaked in gore and cum leaking from
Top's dick which poked out the top of his open denim shorts. Top nodded
from Gunny to Cam who was struggling with his wound on the ground
too. Gunny nodded back and went over to Cam and bent down.

Cam squirmed, "NO, NO DON'T! NOT THAT!" Gunny knelt over Cam's belly and
put the tube tight to Cam's former navel and blew in. "NAAAAYAYA!"

Ronaldo got up, holding his jaw and saw Rocky move a spear at his abs. He
jumped back, "No, no," he put his arms up, "Don't kill me. I'm part Asian
on my mommi's side."

"Prove it, half breed," Soon snapped and laughed and looked at Rocky.

He spoke some Chinese and that was enough for them. They welcomed him into
their group. All over the Maze, Asian boys were slaying non Asian boys. It
was part of a pact they quickly made as soon as the Maze fight was
announced. They would lie about teaming up with non Asians and then
quickly, once inside, kill as many of the non Asians as they could. They
did this convincingly and quietly.

Rickar, from Innout page 6, climbed upward. He was sure there were traps
but not on this slightly slanted wall. He used the bodies of some of the
arrowed boys, who died almost as soon as they made it inside, arrows
embedded in their unsuspecting, anxious meat. He also found that putting
some arrows removed from boy belly into the walls helped him make headway
upward. He heard sounds he was sure was not made from the boy fighters. He
launched himself over a wall and wiped boy gore off his stomach and
shoulders. He found an open entrance and carefully went inside. He saw rows
upon rows of giant arrow launchers. And open slots where the arrows were
placed and fired automatically. The length of the room went the entire maze
run. He moved between the rows of arrow holsters and racks. And he saw
movement. Someone was standing on the far end of the room and he snuck up
on the person. The person was personally firing arrows out the slots while
also maneuvering ropes and pulleys that allowed him to launch thousands
more arrows. And pressing buttons on machines that also fired
arrows. Outside the last of the boys killed by arrows were defeated. Igno's
Nathan and Justin were slain. Others followed and these were the last
outsiders.

Rickar snuck as close as he could, "You! You traitor!" The person swung
around and quickly snatched up the bow and arrow he had momentarily put
down. "It's you all along! You are..." He backed up and turned to run but
behind the figure another man pushed a few buttons. A giant arrow turned on
a stalk. It pointed at Rickar's belly and fired. The giant arrow had points
on the bottom of the spearhead so that if embedded in someone if someone
else tried to pull it out, would cause more damage on the way out. Not that
that would be an option, for this spearhead would take a huge chunk of
belly out of Rickar or anyone and would encompass the entire ab area from
just above dick to ribs on both sides. The spearhead had one major point
ontop but three on the bottom and each leg of it...for it looked like the
Effiel Tower only each leg had its own spearhead, a kind of separate point
on each leg of the spearhead. He had no where to put his hands. And these
had points up and down. Rickard's belly was ripped out of him and flown out
his back so that he had a giant hole in him where his torso used to be. He
was wide eyed, "We have been betrayed...." He fell in a heap of red meat.
There were laughs of men...Rickar's arms waved wildly...