Date: Sat, 20 Sep 2008 12:23:50 -0400
From: J
Subject: POST-TRIO: The Maze 8-12

Part Eight:

Elsewhere, ahead, Jim's team of Dean, Devin, Dennis, and Duke decided to
all stick together. It was getting rough though for them and they had seen
many perish in traps all around them. Five others in their group were slain
before their eyes by mechanical contraptions. They had run across a giant
chessboard. The squares were actually flip tiles. Lucky, the four made it
across somehow, avoiding the flips. Dean had felt one flip tile under his
feet turn just as he ran off it. Their five friends were not as fast and
they were plunged down the flip trap door...but each flip was held up by
long poles and from the poles jutted razor sharp pikes and spikes of all
kinds. The boys, falling, were ripped apart alive as they did so and from
all sides. The foursome kept running but they heard the screams of the boys
all the way down the trap pit...where a sickening thud and splash of blood
was heard. The four were looking at a doorway. Spikes came from the corners
of it. Dean looked, "We can't go that way."

Duke was shaking his head, "This sucks!"

Devin said, "Look, will you stop complaining! I've had enough of your
whimpering and scoffing."

"This place does suck," Dennis said, "I mean it really sucks."

"I...I think we should talk about what we talked about before this
started..." Dean said. All four boys were robust and well built but they
were tired and sweatin g. They had their spirits broken.

Devin fingered his own belly button, "Well, I say we do it. I hate this
place as much as the rest of you and find that my talents as a fighter are
wasted here. I wanna die by my own choice in a fight with a living being,
not some stupid trap."

Dean with the spikey hair nodded and whipped out a knife, "I do too. Man to
man."

Duke took out a gladiator knife which sported ridges high and low, "Okay, I
agree. We all do?"

The foursome nodded and tears were in the eyes of Dennis, "I don't wanna
die at all."

Duke nodded, "Me either but..." He rammed his knife into Dennis's belly
button, "You do me the favor too, willya!"

Unsuspecting for such a fatal blow so quickly, Dennis sucked in air and his
belly. Duke rammed in some more and nearly tore Dennis's back bone through
him. Dennis shut his eyes and yet he still had the power to stab back. He
whipped his knife across Duke's belly and stopped at the navel and then
wrist action from there made a tangle of knotted boy ridge and inner
navel. Duke shut his eyes and with his free hand he grabbed Dennis's back
and held tightly. Dennis did the same with his free hand. Dean came up
behind Duke and whispered in his dying ear, "Look man, that was cool and
brave, sorry I gave you such a hard time..." He looked down and saw Duke's
black leather tights , "And you are having a hard REALLY HARD time." Duke
stuck out at the pants and the black leather seemed to soak through. Duke
ignored him and put his chest into Dennis's. The two rocked on each other
and stood in the hallway leaning on each other, neither moving much for the
moment. Then Dennis got his energy up and rallied. He pushed Duke toward
the wall. "Man, that's fucking hot!" Dean turned and had his knife out and
ready. "Our TURN! Ggnnnnanaaeaaargh!" For when he turned and said the word
TURN, he was stabbed by a small pitchfork facsimile in his tough, hard
abs. "Right in my belly!"

"I knew you'd like it there, dude!" Devin had one arm out behind him in
some stylish move and the other jutted the fork into Dean's navel but the
navel was in between the two spikes of the fork, caught in the webbing
between the two and smooched not so much as stabbed. "We might as well go
out enjoyin ourselves, mustn't we?"

Dean felt himself being moved toward a wall so he retaliated in what must
have been a reflex of a fighter, for he knew none of them were going to
survive this and fighting was not an option for them now. He drove his
traditional Egyptian knife, which sported ridges that were smaller in the
middle than on the end, so that one's flesh would feel it inside. He drove
it upward and into the navel of Devin from on low. "NAAAANAA!" He pushed
Devi n further toward the opposite wall. "DAGGGG THAT HURTS GOOD!"

"OWWWHA! UHHHHH!" Devin gasped as his back hit the wall. A spike from the
wall came out into his chest and into Dean's heart. As the spike began to
kill them, they stabbed, undid their weapons....it felt good to both of
them to feel human meat behind their weapon points. They would do this for
as long as they could. Even when the life force ebbed out of them. Their
muscles ached as they stabbed...it was like a work out and soreness soon
set in. Would the soreness stop them before their tired bodies gave out to
the pinning points and stab wounds in them? Their dicks sprang from thongs
and rider bike pants. With the express pressure of doing so, Dean's dick
tore itself free from confines and spread luscious joy boy juice all over
the top of his pants and shot up at Dean, the spike making it split into
two white cream cakes of love and death! Coating Dean's chest was hit with
the cream caking his two nipples. Devin licked at them with his mouth even
intent on still managing to stab, pull, stab, pull....Devin's dick did the
same and coated Dean along the shoulders on two sides. The two were still
trying to un-stab each other and stab each other as they were hit by
it. They succeeded and kept stabbing and stabbing until their slowed bodies
could not move...for they went limp, arms dangling down but it took a long
time and as they died, they both could
 still hear the entanglement of death and love that Duke and Dennis were
going at in the center of the room they were in. For Duke and Dennis were
pushing each other back and forth across the hall area adjacent to the wall
Devin and Dean died on. Finally, Dennis got a great idea and pushed Duke to
the spike that the other two were on.

It tore at his back and Duke shook his head in pain, "NO THAT! NOT THAT!
Noooooo! I DON'T...I don't want to die stabbed in back..."

"Tough shit!" Dennis shoved Duke onto the spike, his and Duke's dicks
impeding his movements as the thick shafts were not yet blown. Another
outcoming spike tore through the dead Devin and then Dean and then into
Duke's lower back, out Duke's belly button and into Dennis's mess of an ab
area. Dennis ran onto it, taking Duke onto it first. "NRTTAREUGGG!"

"We die stuck together. At least we stuck together...." RIP! "OHHH, my
dick's rippin cum!"

"Rip out man! Let it rip! We stick together! In death....huhh." He could
hear the sticky sounds of their bare cum covered bellies meeting, parting,
meeting again, parting again and bouncing into each other with
frosting-on-a-cake-like sounds. The bodies behind them made them feel even
hotter as they bounced on their two dead friends too! They moaned in
hotness and nearly screamed with excitement as they cam and orgasmed
several times, burning dickheads firing and burning bellies wanting it to
never end! They even made sounds come from the dead boys behind them! Then
after the rise of the cachophony...

Silence.

Not long from then, Igno's Gabe, Lucas, and Lucio came along with Jim's
Richard, Adam, Baron, and Sting. With them were Innout's Luver and Meho
(with a backwards baseball hat on)

Richard looked at the bodies, "Man, looks like this was mutual. Man..."

"Hot," Meho snarled, "Very fuckin hot." He began to rub his crotch, putting
his knives in his thong and using both hands to rub his dick up and down,
up and down, up and down.

"Meho, man, there's no time for that," Richard said.

"Richard, dick, my boy," Lucio started doing the same thing, "There's
always time for that!"

Richard held out a long sword, "No, man, I don't think we should stop
here..."

Bright blond Baron was the most muscled of them, "I don't see the harm,
Richie, we're men. We can take the time..." Baron looked at the four dead
boys, "Man, they ...it looks like they did each other purposely...I don't
think I'd ever..."

Richard shook his head, "I don't... don't... I never would. I know I
wouldn't. It's like giving up." But Richard didn't like the way Baron was
looking at his belly button. Baron was g etting ideas and held his own
short sword up high. "What?"

Baron shook his head, "I don't know. It might be nice. Nice to try it."

Richard thought about it and imagined it in his head, feeling his body up
against that hot ridged stomach of Baron. Then he shook his own head again
and his hair swung. "No, no way. Not for me."

Sting, a boy that was up for anything and some said was psycho, had a thin
bandana around his long jet black hair, "I'm up for it, Baron. I wanna feel
your weapon in my guts!"

Baron smiled, "You try the same for me, betcha my abs can withstand
anything you throw in there."

"You're on," Sting took out a mini spear and held it at Baron's abs.

Richard laughed, "Guys, you can't."

"Why not?" Lucas asked, "We is gonna die anyway!"

"Yeah he's right," Adam said, "I mean I know I'm not the weakest but I'm
not gonna live through this, I know I don't have the luck for it. And I'm
not as smart a fighter as..."

"Guys, you can't be serious," Richard said, "We can win. You guys are some
of the best built guys in here....if we stick..." He looked at the dead
boys, all cummy and bloody together on the spike, "Sorry," he put his hands
out, "Bad choice of words but we have to pull together ..."

Meho had his uncut dick out and was unfurling the flag, "Yeah that's what I
mean, jelly bean, pull it fer me, you know whadImean..."

"You must be joking," Richard said, "At a time like this, we have to try to
work with each other to get to the end of this shit hole maze and you guys
want to...hey!"

Baron waved his sword as Richard, "Cum on, you know you want it."

"You're mine, big boy," Sting came at Baron and this gave Richard the
chance to get to the door with the spikes on it.

"Ahh, you're all nuts, I'm going out on my own, and if I die, at least I
die trying to live, not just getting off on dying..." Richard said and
opened the door. He went through it and it closed. On the other side,
Richard gulped. "I made it." He really didn't expect to still be
alive. "Guys, man, I'm sorry."

Baron quickly made Sting's weapon arm tired with hits from his sword to the
mini spear but Sting refused to drop it even though Baron kept yelling in a
manly voice, "Drop it," over and over.

Sting smiled and had his back to the wall now, "What are you gonna do to
me? I didn't do what you say."

"Oh you will drop it, man, sooner or later," Baron inched in and kissed
Sting's thick lips with his own thickness. He leaned against him. Baron
then put his sword directly in Sting's deep hole and the oblong shape
seemed to twitter and change, bending to the will of Baron's point. Baron
inched in and with his free hand, rubbed up and down Sting's left
side. Baron felt Sting's thick dick rubbing up his leg and then inner leg
and thigh. It stuck up into Baron's lower belly and inched up toward his
navel.

Lucas, fingering his own belly button with one hand while rubbing the base
of his cock with the other, looked at Luver, "You are so damned friggin
hot... cum here, look at those abs of yours!" He put his pre cum covered
hands on Luver's totally hard stomach, "Man, I don't think my weapon could
make a dent on that thing, those things....hard as rock!"

Luver was into hearing this and rubbed Lucas's bare back, "We is gonna die
anyway, stud. You might as well try."

Lucio paired off with Meho, stroking his cock and sucking it. As he sucked,
he also slowly pulled out his ridged knife from his strap where it
was. Near his butt crack.

Soon the boys were paired off like this: Lucas-Luver, Lucio-Meho, and
Baron-Sting. Joining in last were Gabe and Adam, who never liked each other
but they both stared long and hard at each other and shrugging, decided to
try it. They all knew that they were going to end this with slaying each
other but none of them knew who would make the first move into the actual
slay hit first. This made them more excited sexually and their boy sex rose
to great heights.

Baron smiled and revealed all his dimples as he pushed Sting against the
wall. Sting laughed and his stomach made that washboard effect which oddly
enough made his belly button look like it was puckering up for
something. Baron put just the point of his sword into Sting's navel. Sting
whispered as Baron put his head as close as he could get it to Sting . "Do
it to me. Go on, stud."

Baron whispered, "Not just yet, man." Sting fingered his own spear and with
his free hand and even his spear hand, grabbed around Baron's back as Baron
moved closer, thick lips touching each other, biting lip and chin. Baron
pulled his mouth out and huffed as he stood up straight and put the point
in a bit further. Sting gasped.

"Oh yeah that's it, Bar, that's so IT!" Sting sucked his belly in but Baron
didn't follow with the point, "I want it."

"N' I wan it to last, Sting, last a long time before you die. I want it
to...take a long time to die for you and me...when it cums..."

Sting reached down to Baron's ample uncut dick and began to stroke it again
with both hands, still holding his spear and the wooden spear handle
against hard dick made Baron's shaft get harder still.

Meho threw his head back in ecstasy as Lucio's mouth went up and down on
his shaft, tonguing it and licking it ins ide the mouth and outside,
feeling the thick vein and all the way up to the beginnings of the
sack. Cum dripped out the mouth as Meho tried and failed to hold his dick
from spurting. Lucio took it most down his throat but some spilled out in
the spurting and some just dripped out from under Lucio's tongue. Meho, a
bit older, knew what Lucio was doing though and saw Lucio bring up the
knife from the butt. Meho grabbed down and with both hands gripped Lucio's
sides and as Lucio struck into Meho's bellybutton, Meho threw him against
the wall. The body thudded next to Sting who was moaning with delight as
Baron pushed an inch of sword point in.

"I can take that, do some more. Go on, do it, muscle kid, just do it, I
feel so strong from it. My abs can take it, just like yours can take this!"
Sting felt along Baron's abs with his spear point, a thing wooden affair
and Baron loved the feel against him. Sting's dick made circular motions as
he shook his entire pelvis slowly and made rounding motions with his hips
and his dick followed suit. This made it pre cum against Baron's abs and
lower belly, making slick slug like trails, mostly rounding about Baron's
stomach. Next to Sting, who turned his head to look at and get thrilled by,
was the suffering look on the face of Lucio. Lucio turned his head from
side to side, bit his lip, grit his teeth and shut his eyes and opened them
again. He also smiled and loved the feeling as Meho stabbed him deeply with
his own knife that he took from his belly that Lucio had just plugged. "OH
YEAH! It's all around, hot guys getting it in the belly button. Right in
the guts..." In his excitement, Sting put his spear head into Baron's navel
and Baron swallowed.

"Sting, I think this is it, man." Baron shoved the sword in a bit more, two
inches now and continuing from there. "Slow...slow..." His dick was biting
up too. Biting up to the sword, impeding its progress but dipping beyond it
to smear clear fluid on Sting's upper abs.

Lucas was bigger than Luver but Luver was more muscled. Lucas took Luver
into his arms and hugged him tightly to his chest. He had Luver's hilt to
his stomach and made his abs tight so the kid's own sword point would zoom
and zip into him and kill him quickly. Likewise, Luver had Lucas's small
pitchfork handheld device against his stomach and he made his abs stick out
as far as they could, despite the burning of own own sword point entering
ever so slowly against his hard rock abs. "Belly button..." Lucas gasped,
"Yours especially....no matter how hard the abs are....huh...guggghh! No
matter how strong your muscles are, DAMN! No matter, how....ow...argh!"

"Shut it and just take it into yourself," Luver said, "You know I'm gonna
outlast ya...Gaaa!" He gasped as Lucas hu gged him tighter and
tighter. Between them was more than just hard weapons poking into bare soft
navel...between them were two dicks and they were hard pressed (in more
ways than one) to figure out which dick was which as they felt each other
totally against the other...was that hard thick steel like rod mine, Luver
thought. Was that easily bent to the right tree like pole mine or his,
Lucas wondered. But as their dicks popped out, their bellies popped in and
with audible chukking sounds. Flesh folded in on itself as it moved out of
the way of other ripped and torn flesh as alien weaponry ...alien to the
body invaded. The boys hugged and anyone seeing it could no longer see the
weapons in them, they engulfed the weapons just as the weapons took over
the innards and engulfed the flesh there.

"I mean...ughhhh....that you can have the hardHARDHARD oh oh my, ohhhh, oh
no! The hard ESTaahhh, muscles in the world you can't do anything about
making your belly button and inside it tough...it's just vulnerable....."
They seemed to collapse against each other and the others, when they had a
second to glance at them, thought the pair were already dead but every now
and then, something like 30 seconds in between, one of the two or both of
them would gasp or huff or struggle to the clinging for life and breath or
pause or shiver or something. Movement.

Gabe and Adam were holding onto each other's wrists. They both had knives
out
 and they made traditional fighting moves. Now they heralded each other
over to a corner where the walls met and another wall popped out and
separated them from the other boys and the corridor/room the boys were
in. As the walls came to their backs and began to close in and push
together, pushing the two boys closer and closer, they didn't let go of
their enemy's wrist. Instead of trying to hold the walls back or do
something stupid like that, they pulled as each other to let go. When Gabe
got his wrist free from Adam he brought the knife deeply to Adam's gut hole
and shoved. Adam winced and sucked in, dropped his arm from Gabe's grip and
then as Gabe thought it was over, brought it up angled it into Gabe's navel
and shoved it up and up and up. The walls pressed them together some more
and in time they could not even move a space apart. Half an inch between
them soon became no space at all. Their dicks hit each other and were
forced into each other, then bounced past each other. Gabe's dick was
pressing down, sideways, the head popping into Adam's leg space and past;
Adam's penis was solidly between Gabe's legs and on the other side, spit
against the wall with a loud plopping sound. White cake like cum flew and
hit the wall there but the wall there moved to Gabe's ass and Gabe felt the
cum drip onto his crack and cheek side. It went into the crack as the wall
pressed some more. Then Gabe felt Adam9s hand moving and wiggling as he
could not move it out any more. Similarly Gabe got joy in realizing his
hand was stuck where it was...at Adam's belly button, knife ahead of it and
so embedded in that no one could see it. The walls kept going and pressed
them together. Mouths meet. Gabe kissed Adam deeply and their faces were
pushed into each other. Adam rubbed his mouth along Gabe's face as he knew
soon he would not be able to move it at all. He got spit all over Gabe's
face, Gabe tongued Adam's mouth. They felt their bellies become one even
before the walls smushed them together to make boy icing. Cut up and torn,
their bellies entered one another as two things the boys could no longer
control.

This made them both lose it again and on their tiptoes, they jumped up in
one loud GASP and as they did this, their dicks twisted beyond repair, once
more filled up, now spat again and in odd targeting mechanisms, shot like
fire. "I'm burning up, man, this is it! I'm gonna die as you! You as me,
one body....ONE!" They could no longer speak but they could hear each
other's moaning gasps of speaking through the other's windpipe. They were
crushed into each other and chests cracked and opened and allowed the other
chest into itself. Dicks were squeezed into paste and paste and cum could
not be told from one another. The boys became fluid and popping sounds gave
way to sprucing flowing liquid sounds. The knives wer e even soon moved to
vertical positons even among wet flesh and intestine...walls hit each
other, wall hit wall, boy and boy were one boy and then nothing but wet ex
meat!

Looking back at the wall where red liquid lined the slight cracks where
wall met wall, Meho was turned on even more, "They dead and it's so hot! SO
FUCKIN HOT!" Meho, excited, rubbed the knife around in Lucio even
more. Lucio had his knife out and was feeling it up against anywhere it
would go. It tingled against Meho's hip and Lucio rubbed it up from there,
made circles with it; circling was what Sting was doing with his spear
point thing around Baron's whole pelvis, spanning the globes of Baron's
lower belly, upper belly, rounding the hips and into and out of the navel,
then, "BACK IN THERE!" This time Sting stuck it in deep and as he did,
Baron gasped but as his lip quivered, he held back and only poked a bit
more into Sting, who sucked in. Then he thought, "What the hell, fuck it!"
He let his belly suck out and onto the sword point and belly button covered
the point fully. "OHHHHHHOAF!"

Baron said, "I said I'd make it last and I meant it." He swallowed. "I can
take this shit, anything you can dish out, boy."

"I want you to," Sting said, "I want you too."

"Yeah you do, take it in!"

Next to them Lucio and Meho stuck each other, Meho shov ing his shoulder
into it this time, getting his chest up and into Lucio. He was overtaken by
pain and pleasure so he bit Lucio's neck and undid the necklace
there. Lucio hung his head onto Meho's shoulder. "He's dead," Sting looked
to the side, "You got him."

"Yeah I did," Meho said.

But as he turned to look at Sting lovingly, Lucio spoke, "Playin possum!
DIE!" He stuck hard into Meho's belly button again and moved it each way he
could with what power he had left and he spent what energy was there inside
him...so that he fell and Meho's boyish but hard and sweated out body fell
with him. "OH MAMMA!" Meho yelped as he fell with Lucio and side by side
they stabbed at each other there on the floor until they could no longer
move and then they just gave it up and the ghosts left them, their legs
dangled in odd positions...moving even after the ghosts left them. Then the
legs were still and the size of their dicks, huge and almost a leg pair in
and of themselves let loose. Cum lines filled the space in front of the
bodies but Baron and Sting were not sure the boys enjoyed those last cum
shootings since the cum sprang after the boys seemed to die! Baron wasn't
really looking but heard the struggling body slams and knew someone was
dead. Sting was watching over Baron's shoulder but Baron grew angry with
this.

Dicks sometimes go sideways against the other guy9s love lines from then
hips. It feels good. Rocketing out the side like that against the side of
the cheeks or the legs.

"Fuckin pay attention to ME!" Baron stabbed Sting harder than ever and his
arm felt the vibrations only the wall against his sword point could
make. He knew he had stuck it right through Sting and the boy's wide eyes
as he kissed him told him that it was nearly over.

Dicks then sometimes find their way upright again and fire like rockets to
the sky...from the former positon it felt good too.

Baron pressed his whole body into Sting and as he did so he put the sword
in more but then angled it sideways between them and carved both his own
abs and Sting's! The razor edges ripped bothhis abs and Sting's and as
Baron twisted, he felt Sting turning the spear in a similar way. Then Sting
let go of the spear and it dangled between their bodies, abs holding it
there. Sting put his hands over Baron's and in a loving way. They stabbed
each other as one and felt it as one. The pain of the edges ripping perfect
abs mounds on both of them was enough to make their dicks rise up, push
those abs and even the weapons a bit out of the way and spring up a
fountain of white foam between them that hit them on the chins and rained
on up the sides of their faces and burned into their eyes even, continuing
on the cum splattered up to their head tops. They pressed, they kissed,
they died and they slumped, Sting stuck against the wall, back wet with
blood and sweat makig him scotch tape to the wal; Baron slumping in his
front, there stuck on the hot boy's tanned chest and belly, Baron's head
stuck against Sting's chest as he fell some more but stopped and hung there
as if he was in love with the boy but he was dead, eyes open in love and
death! Sting's head slumped down as though he were looking at a lover who
was giving him sexual pleasure from below and perhaps he was and perhaps he
was getting such pleasure from the body of Baron. Who died first, no one
knew, not even the narrator of this story ; for it didn't matter. They cam
and they enjoyed the burning fire of it and the heads on their dicks split
as their abs split; thick rod like feelings cumming out of their slit holes
while thick sharp matter came into their bellies and ripped thick boy ab
meat, belly button ridges of supposed steel and maligned and mangled there!
NO one was invulnerable and this proved it. Their cum shots also continued
long after they died, firing hot volley ball serves to the ceiling!

Beamer lead as Montar, Ian, Dalton, John, Alan, Yoth, Stefan and Gus ran
behind him. They ran into an area where there were struggling bodies. One
was Igno's hot bellied Alex. Alex was on his knees, slightly to his side
and he was holding onto a small sword that was in his belly button. "Help
me," he said weakly as he saw the group enter. John and Alan scoffed=2 0and
mocked him. Beamer moved to go pull the sword out but Montar grabbed him
back. He pointed to the area they just ran from. Those scissor devices were
coming at them. Montar nodded. Beamer said no. By nodding.

The Bear Cubs were there too, five of them and they were fighting savagely
against five of the Wolf Pack. Five on five. The Wolf Pack thought they had
the advantage since they were older and tougher and built better. They were
more developed. They also had different shaped bellies. This drove the Bear
Cubs to fight harder. One Bear cub went down and then the one who put him
down, drove his belly out his back, then helped a brother Wolf take down
another. Soon, three Bear Cubs were down and suffering. On the ground. With
others. With long shiny hair and open demin shorts that revealed a great
belly, a torn up belly, Jim's Rich (not to be confused with Richard) was
holding his abs but he kept taking his hands away, surveying the damage and
looking with dissatisfaction at the wounds, and holding it again, much to
experience more pain. He wondered if he held it to give himself more pain
or to try to stop the pain. His dick was out his denim pants and
threatening to pre cum the blood there. Next to him rolling were his
enemies: Innout's Rim and Sperry. Rim was on the end of his death and cam
all over the floor. He was totally naked and at times his hands went to the
shaft of an arrow in him, that Rich had stuck in it. Sperry had a knife
hilt protruding from his back. That was where Rich put it after Sperry
stabbed the now dying Alex. Sperry was on his side trying to kick himself
back into life but dying was the only kick he was getting. Soon Sperry and
Rim were dead and Alex was about to follow. Rich knew better than to ask
for help from the others. The two surviving Bear Cubs didn't seem to stand
a chance but they rallied and managed to stab three of the Wolf Pack down
with just acting like sheer savages and yelling, throwing themselves among
them without care for limb or body. One lost an arm but he managed to stab
dead two of the Wolf Pack in the sides as he did so. Then he fell and was
stabbed by a spear one of the other Wolf Pack guys had leveled into him
with a great big laugh of sinister sadism. The last Bear Cub jumped up,
kicked the dicks of two of the Wolf Guys and then brought two three pronged
knives into their bellies to double them up and over. Both guys fell, their
big bellies stuck for ever. The last Bear Cub, now happy, proud he slew
older boys, and willing to join this new group, turned to the group but
Alan stabbed him in the guts with his sword, "Get outta my way." This Bear
fell, looking at Alan with hatred and disapproval.

Beamer looked, "There was no need for that."

Montar looked, "I'm sorry but I must!" He grabbed the sword out of Alex's
belly, "Sorry but I need this badder than you!" As he remove d it, Alex
doubled up on the floor some more and spun on his hip! He yelped like an
unstuck pig and held his guts in some more, feeling up himself. Montar
threw the sword at the coming scissor machine and it stuck between them,
slowing their cutting motion some. "Get the weapons! Fling them in!"

"That won't hold it for long!" Alan did what Montar asked.

"Every bit helps and then run!" Beamer said. Yoth took pleasure in
finishing off Rich, making sure Rich would never get up and making great
sounds of pleasure in making sure Rich's upper belly was now a lower belly
stuck to the floor. Rich scrambled for help on the floor and found none. He
cam. Yoth laughed as he took the long sword he plucked flesh out of Rich
and tossed it to the scissor machine. "C'mon, keep moving!" The others
found weapons and undid them from dead or dying bellies and threw them.

Yoth turned from the scissor machine, having gotten as close to it as he
dared, "Beamer, you are such a baby AND a coward. It's stopped. We don't
have to run anymore, now we can..." As he spoke, the scissor machine
devoured the weapons that had blocked it and in a flash and with a metallic
clang, came at them again. It slashed at Yoth who turned and was mangled
into four parts, his mouth yelling a yell that could not be heard. The
survivors all ran as the scissors finished up the dying, including the
still alive Alex who
 got shredded by the scissor blades. "RUN!" Montar yelled, "And don't stop
for shit!"


Part Nine:

Ian, Dalton, John, Alan, Stefan and Gus ran behind him.

Ahead was another fight. Igno's jet black haired Bryan was brandishing a
small sword and hitting the sword of another boy, a bigger boy, the sun
kissed Jordan, also from Igno's, although he never met Bryan before. Jordan
sported a ton of muscles, a big belly and a nice tubular belly button. "Hey
kid, why don't we team up, you know?"

Bryan nodded but held his sword up, "I don't know..." he said this in a
almost useless way. And scared, both at the same time.

Jordan hit Bryan's sword and laughed, admiring the kid, "Kid, I like you,
why don't we, whadya say?"

"I dunno, my friends over there..." He nodded to the others.

They faced off against Jim's Taran, Innout's Metro, and Igno's Dan, who had
a red bandanna around his head and a pale body.

Jim's Edward looked at Innout's Bertram. They, unlike the others, knew
words were useless. They put their swords vertically across their own faces
in a ritual of beginning their duel. Then Bertram didn't wait. He still had
his baseball hat on but he slammed his sword at Edward but Ed met it and
smacked it away. Bertram circled...

Jordan nodded, "Forget em, kid, I think I've seen you around, you are a
good fighter but...I'm bigger and better and you are young...with me on
your side..."

Bryan smacked his sword at Jordan's, who snickered at that and backed up a
bit. He knew not to underestimate smaller fighters and this kid had the
look of someone who could slay...and slay easily. "No, I don't think so
man, I think I take you..."

Jordan nodded, "If you wanna try, you wanna die...if you wanna..." Jordan
ran at the kid but the kid sidestepped him and swiped his side, Jordan
jerking his body to one side to avoid it. He looked at his side and there
were a bloody nick there, nothing to worry about but he nodded in
admiration. "Good shot..." Then he swung as Bryan felt all proud and stuck
his chest out.

The sounds of the clanging of swords from the others was heard. A cry here,
a joy of triumph there. Meat crunched under sword point. Sword met
sword. Boys went down, holding guts in. Bellies were pierced. Taran grabbed
Carlos's elbow as Carlos raised his sword arm too high and he pushed it to
keep it going upward. With his free hand. With his other hand he drove his
sword into Carlos's slightly indented but very outtie belly button. Not
expecting to go down this early in the fight, Carlos shut his eyes and grit
his teeth and yelped, "NAWWWW!" His handsome features became almost ape
like as he slid down and Taran's weapon went with him, Taran still h
holding it tightly and driving it in as he figured the kid would enjoy this
type of warrior death. Taran knew that he himself would. And he had his
chance to now, for as he bent over and went to one knee to cause maximum
pain to Carlos, Carlos stabbed up into the butterfly like looking belly
button that Taran sported. Taran gasped, "No he didNINT."

"Yes I did, meho, die!" And Taran gasped and kicked Carlos but the kick
made him fall and as he fell, his dick met with Carlos's stomach just above
and to the side of the hip and his dick smoothed out over Carlos's smooth
skin there, but it was also tight over the hip bone. This made Taran's
already pre cummed dick, EXPLODE! Wet cummy clumps covered the boy flesh on
Carlos and spread, speared to Taran as Taran kept it up and up and the two
boys collided as they fell clumsily. With legs askew the collapsed with
each other, Taran on top, then they rolled so that they were both side by
side and they died that way, arms around each other, swords dangling from
bellies, and with each stringent movement, they tried to jab each other
until death came to the other and they both died together, kicking,
struggling, fighting, losing sperm cells!

Bryan jumped back but Jordan lowered his sword and as the smaller boy
jumped back, the point nicked his belly and put a deep gash on one side of
his belly button and another on the other side. The point has passed from
side of
 navel to side of navel and didn't touch the inner navel. "Shit, that
hur....awaawww!" Bryan looked at Jordan and they smacked swords again,
Jordan pressed Bryan back toward a wall but the boy slipped down low and
then jumped, waving his sword into Jordan's face as Jordan tried to stab
and jab. Bryan then swung a high back swing and made Jordan duck and back
off. But then Jordan moved in and hit Bry's shoulder and damaged it
badly. "AWWWA!!!" Bryan backed off and lowered his sword and bent
over. Jordan moved in.

"Listen kid, it's all good. I mean, it's just this game. We can't all
win. You can't, especially but if we can get closer to the center...this is
the game, man..."

"Awww," Bryan said, bending down, "I don't wanna talk to you, I wanna dig
your guts out!" He recovered a bit and came at Jordan who nodded and
laughed.

"Only the best....Your friends...they..." He smacked Bry's sword again,
"...and we...we all know that it's only the best that can make it. It's
just like the other battle games. ... the arena. The biggest, strongest,
the best, they survive. I think I can make it but there are others who
are..."

Bry smacked his sword into Jordan's leg and Jordan bent on it, and fell to
one knee. "Keep talking big man! Keep it up!" And he looked. Jordan's di ck
was sticking up and making his thong stretch up. Bry smiled and moved in
but cautiously. "N, I just might be one a the ones who beat you to the
center...."

"Who are better..." Jordan picked his head up, "It's not over until the
last fighter is left standin; victorious, the rest of us are just
fodder...let's try to go out in style then...bellies ripped up and wounded
all over...."

"You are crazy!"

"I'm the sanest one here! I'm talking about us dying in here, all of us but
one, the BEST ONE! Maybe even MEEEE!" As he moved in, Jordan brought his
sword up with one hand and it hit Bry's hip and the smaller kid yelped. He
grabbed his hip with his sword hand but then waved it as Jordan came at him
full force again. Bry gasped and backed off, and rather proudly announced
to the older Jordan, "Now, ya gonna die..." And he swung again but as he
did, Jordan just jabbed and his sword jabbed...directly into Bry's nice
navel. Bry bent and stopped his motion. He fell to one knee. His other leg
was bent and nearly wobbled. It all stopped for him. Jordan just held his
sword in the boy's bare and tight belly. The eyelid/lazy navel, lemon drop
belly button was invaded and greatly. Bry sucked in. Air came out. Jordan
dug in a bit and then pulled out magnificently. He waved his sword as the
kid sunk. Bry fell, his legs curling up in a
 fetal position. Gasping his last gasps and coughing.

Jordan followed, "It's all gonna end like this for all of us, most of
us. There are others, quicker, faster, better fighting with weapons...even
better than me..." He stabbed Bry as Bry tried to rock his body away from
Jordan. Right in his upper stomach and Bry rocked the other way to get rid
of the pain. Jordan unplugged the kid's soft upper stomach and invaded the
navel area again and on a different angle. "Got ya good." The smaller kid
gasped and curled up some more. Then he arched his back, getting his feet
down on the floor and trying to stand. Jordan raised the sword high up over
his head and brought it crashing down onto Bry's navel and belly, out the
back and into the hard floor below. Jordan marveled, not at the burgeoning
dick, but at Bry's stomach muscles, which were so soft, now hard with the
battle of keeping him alive, forcing their hardness to stick out but then
to harden more and stick in as the boy's body battled the unavoidable death
grip. "Ohhhh!" Bry's first orgasm came and shot.

Jordan continued to amaze at Bry's stomach. What looked like an undefined
but slightly chubby boy, now turned to amazing cut abs as they fought the
unfightable battle of keeping up against the pain of the sword invasion to
boy meat. He had a six pack under some slight chub. And they now stood out
and were totally defined. Jordan smiled and moved the sword in a new angle
and found untouched boy meat.

And he sunk. Hips back down to the ground. Jordan wiggled the sword around
and Bry wiggled with it and more cum squeezed out, then exploded as Bry's
cries and gasps came to a rise. Jordan nodded. "That's right, that's right,
deal with me, kid." Bry lost it and died. How the stomach changed, he
noted, Jordan did. Right before Dalton slammed his sword into his navel,
through it, out his back and out again. And in again. Jordan looked at
it. "Ohhhhhhh! That ahh....that...that's just's such a bitch! Ain't that
fair? I don't belieeefffffaaaa..." He fell back and his back hit the ribs
and stomach of his fallen foe, Bryan. He landed hard on the soft boy and
felt the boy's guts on his formerly dry back. He leaned back over and
trying to get up and off the kid, he cam out of his thong and his dick
split and spat. He died with a great huff on his mouth and a pained
expression.

Bertram and Edward were evenly matched. They were fighting for a long time
and their fighting took them to a smaller hallway open to the one the
others were fighting in.

Brad was against Innout's Metro; and Eli was against Igno's Dan, who had a
red bandanna around his head and a pale body. Metro's dick stood out. The
yellow and gray speedo he wore, evenly dividing his dick area. His smooth
belly was a target for Brad, who was w ounded in his wrist by a few shots
from Metro's short sword. Metro's good looking almost Asian face twisted in
smiling glee as he pressed Brad, chest to chest, belly to belly. Brad
kicked him off by bringing up his knee and both boys fell, as Metro reached
out and grabbed Brad's arm and leg. They tumbled past Dan stabbing Eli into
the wall and Eli rose up against it, on his tip toes and gasped. Dan jabbed
it in some more and turned to face Brad who was raising his sword up, his
arm broken free from Metro. Dan stabbed Brad. The kid with the slightly big
ears and good looking all American face, turned to look at Dan
accusingly. But as Dan stabbed him, Metro rose up with his sword to try to
stab Dan. Dan moved back, removing his sword from Brad's puckered belly
button. Brad slumped as Dan yelled at Metro, "Traitor!"

Metro's move was blocked by Dan, "Not at all. I just wanna finish my
battles my way."

"What's that? Dead?" Dan looked at Metro and then swung, after moving his
sword away from Metro.

"What's that? Dead?" Brad mimicked as he gasped and tried to swing at them
each but they both stabbed him. Two swords in his navel was amazing, he
thought. He arched back and rose up, he would not give to bending over the
point as he'd seen...as he'd done to so many other promising young warrior
boys. "Amazing! Keep it in me as long as you can...9 D

But it was not to be, for Metro and Dan both wanted to get the advantage on
each other and soon they were clanging swords, fighting each other
again. Wandering in his pain, Brad found himself inadvertently between
them. Metro stabbed into Brad's side and he WHOMPED there as the sword went
out his other side and nearly slashed Dan's stomach. Dan jumped back and
swung from behind Brad but then moved his sword backward, stabbed Brad's
nice smooth and muscled boy back DEAD CENTER as he told everyone, "Dead
center!" and he kept the sword point going until it crashed out between
ribs and boy meat toward Metro's own chest. Metro jumped back...

Bertram and Edward were savagely trying to stab each other but they were
not making much progress. However, Edward was getting tired as Bertram had
more stamina. "I can last forever..." he told Edward, "And you're about
ready to cave..."

Ed slung his arm inward and his sword backward to confused Bert but Bert
countered it as it came slashing back in a countermove to his own move. It
also swirled and twirled. But it could not fool Bert. Ed knew he was tiring
and he was about to lose and he knew that too. He shook his head to shake
off that negative thought: he would win. Sweating he pushed his sword arm
back and as he threw in another jab, he felt a pain on his ribs. Bertram's
sword just slashed there but as he moved, he kept moving on his heels
and20swaying back and forth, he knew that it was a minor wound. He laughed,
"Can't touch this, can ya! Can't touch this! Haha!"

Bertram grew angry, "Hha ha yourself, what happen'N ta you not talking
during our fight!" Each word was followed by a smack of his sword against
Ed's sword. Ed moved back to catch his breath and to look at his wounded
ribs on his right side. Bert eyed him, fancying him. "Hot boy!"

Beamer was behind this time as Montar took up the front, "Run and don't
stop for shit!" Ian, Dalton, John, Alan, Stefan and Gus ran behind
him. They all stopped, Montar holding out his arms protectively, to block
them, but behind them, the scissors were rapidly closing in on this
hallway. They looked ahead. Beamer pushed forward to the front, "Mon, wha's
the hold up? That thang ZIS right behine us!"

"They're blocking our way, we can't get past them with them fighting like
they are." Montar nodded to the fighting boys ahead.

Cute little Gus pushed forward past all the boy bodies, "Ya, so wadda we
do? Who'd do we help?"

Beamer, uncharacteristically for him, took his short sword and moved on the
boys, "Doesn't matter...we can't waste more time...now..." He moved toward
the fighting Bertram and Ed.

Bert didn't see him, "I got ya now, Edward!" Bertram was closing in on the
tired Edward and Edward moved back but kept his sword arm moving. And
moving. Neither one of them saw Beamer coming. Just as Bert was about to
move his sword at an open stomach as Ed exposed it in his wavering sword
play, Beamer stepped from the side and stuck his sword into Bertram's bare
belly. Bert wore a short cut blue sports shirt. Beamer's hit made it fly up
a bit and made Bert's baseball cap fall right off his head. His head
buckled. "OWWWAHFUKRET! I'm FUK'T!" Bert held the sword in his stomach.

Beamer mouthed, "I'm sorry," and pulled it out. Bert grabbed his ripped
belly and stared at it and then up at Edward.

This was when Dalton stabbed Jordan and brought that big muscled boy's life
to a quick and sticky end.

Over here though, Edward was in the heat of the moment and still afraid
he'd be getting it in his guts so he stabbed his sword into Bert's belly
again and swung it in deeper than Beamer had. In fact, he knew that his
sword, from the tingles it sent up his arm from the wrist, that his sword
found Beamer's former path into Bert's boy girth and cleared a deeper path
from there, holing into the kid's very being. "UGGHHNNHNNRT!"

"You've had it, Berttie boy!" Ed stabbed and pulled out. Ed turned to
Beamer, "Thanks man! Thanks!"

Beamer said, "Just get outta our way!"

Ed turned to twist it into Bert some more.20John stabbed him in the
stomach, "I love this shit!" John smiled as Ed sank and held onto him. Bert
watched, Ed's sword still dangling in him. He reached to grab the hilt but
he was unsure for what. To push it in more or to try to get it out. He
wavered between both but when he grabbed the hilt, his belly uncontrollably
shook OUTWARD and he knew what he would do. He shoved it into himself more
and more and he danced backward with the sword...

Ed twisted on the end of John's sword but John pulled it but Ed held onto
it, "Keep it in me!"

Ed knew John was going to die too if the scissor devices got there fast
enough and Ed was willing to die that way too to keep John there long
enough for that to happen. John looked worried as Ed held onto it and made
a serious face. Then he went wide eyed with fascination as he stuck it in
Ed some more, only shifting the angle so that it stuck straight up in Ed's
upper torso from the inside. "I beg ya, it feels so good!"

John put his head into Ed's head across the sword and pulled it out at the
same time. Ed fell away and sailed into Bert...hitting the sword
hilt...already buried in his enemy's belly up to the black hilt. Bert
grabbed Ed with both hands, letting go of the sword hilt he loved having in
him deeply. He put Ed's side onto the razor sharp edge of the sword that
was in him. Ed's side gushed onto the s word side and it cut him deeper and
his belly flesh met Bert's...and they smacked the wall together with a wet
sickening smack!

Dan stabbed Metro's front upper leg on the left side of his body and this
made Metro go down on that leg. Metro looked up, waiting to be stabbed
right in his heart. Dan smiled wildly, glad to have this fight almost
over. Then Metro saw a muscled Stefan laugh one big, "HA" as he stoked a
double forked short sword into Dan's pale belly. Dan went down as Stefan
meant business and fast. Brad, still wandering around, and not yet dead,
was stabbed in the back and out his chest again. By Alan, who laughed. The
boys all ran, Metro tried to follow but fell backward. He looked back and
saw a huge pair of giant scissors making their way down the small hallway!
He knew he'd had it but...

As he tried a futile roll between the scissors, as luck would have it, the
boy triggered a trap door and he fell through it toward a pit....

The boys ran and ran and finally they made it to a new area and the
scissors seemed to stop, actually dropping through the floor. Were the evil
devices following Metro? They wondered. Ian, Dalton, John, Alan, Stefan and
Gus gasped for breath. Beamer and Montar were behind them. Montar said,
"You couldn't help him. Besides," he shrugged, "He might still be alive. We
don't know what kind of pit that was."

Beamer puffed, "Yeah I supposed so ."

John smiled, "Beamer, my man. Glad you nailed that kid right in the
belly..."

Alan said, "Yeah, me too. I didn't think you had it in you."

Stefan smiled, "NO, that kid had it in him!" He high fived Alan and John.

Beamer nodded, "Stop it. Didn't do it for pleasure..."

"Sure, but your dick tells a different story," Alan pointed a sword at
Beamer's dick area which was wet beneath loin cloth."

"Shit." Beamer said, "Shut up and come on."

"You already did!" John giggled. Beamer had already pushed past him and the
others to check ahead.

Ian looked at Dalton, "What difference does it make if that kid's alive or
dead anyway?"

Dalton shrugged, "Just come on."

Ian followed, "I mean we all have to slay each other once we reach the
middle of this thing anyway."

"Shut up," Dalton said, "Or I'll do you right now."

"You can try," Ian said bravely. Then he just followed again, "Wait for
me."

In near darkness, Metro fell and fell. There was some light from torches
and wall lights lined up vertically on the four walls. It was like an
elevator shaft. Another kid fell through but as he did, he found long
chains hanging from the trap door overhead, "Hang on! Grab on to the
chains!"

Metro grabbed onto the chains, "Dere k, that you?"

It was Igno's Derek, the semi muscled semi older boy with light brown
hair. He held onto the chains from the trap door, "Yeah! I'm gonna climb up
and get us both out!"

Metro grabbed the chains but it swung, "You doing that?"

"NO!" Derek looked up, "Some kind of swinging mechanism!"

"NOOOO!" Metro looked as he turned. He saw four spikes on the side of the
wall. They were long and majorly thick in their middle but slim and pointed
on the end. The chain had swung out away from the wall and a spotlight
illuminated the four spikes. Metro found his the area below his dick, his
dick, his lower belly, his belly button, all stuck on spikes. He
wiggled. "NO! NO! NO!" He gasped and tried to push himself off the wall,
letting go of the chain. "Derek! Let go of the chain!"

Derek looked down, "What do you mean let go? Are you allright?"

"NAW!" Metro wiggled. "Take your chances and jump! I can't take...take
takkaaaa."

Hearing Metro's pained gasp, Derek let go and fell. His feet landed ontop
of the spikes and it was this hit that gave the spikes a major kick. The
spikes shifted down a bit and gave Metro his last pain and the dying gasp
came from the angered throat of a young boy. Derek looked down just as
Metro looked up to see who landed on the spikes...but he knew. Metro's look
of wanting=2 0help did nothing for Derek, who turned away once the light
went out of Metro's eyes. "Man! Shit, what a way to die!"

Derek looked up, "I guess I should be worrying about myself." He turned to
look at the torch not too far above him and reached for it. He had low
hanging black shorts on so he ripped them at the bottom to reach the
torch. He swung the home made rags up, revealing to the dead eyes of Metro
more skin, low sagged short waist band, much peach colored leg muscle and
thigh...to reach the torch, which fell. With his free hand, he grabbed
it. "Gotcha!"

Then he heard a mechanical sound. "Uh oh!" The four spikes, the top one he
was standing on, began to move, ripping Metro's body slowly apart with the
most awful sounds. The top spike moved out of Metro's navel and a long line
of flesh meat tore along it and residue of flesh and lined vein stayed on
it. The spike passed Derek, who moved back and put his feet down onto the
third spike, which ripped out of Metro's dick area, penis intact on the
side of the point, bar a few cuts in it. It still dripped wet cum and
Derek, horrified, felt he wanted, nevertheless to lick some of the thick
meaty load off the head which popped out from the foreskin. Cut now but not
cut! Derek looked as he stepped onto the next bit but Metro's upper body,
cut, fell from the first spike and landed in his arms, he dropped the torch
and it land ed onto a new set of spikes below. The spikes Derek was on
slanted up and the points entered his torso: chest, mangling Metro's belly
area with his own. Derek screamed and looked up in agony. The next one
brought up Metro's slipped off dick and smashed into Derek's lower
belly. The next tore up at Derek through his own lower protruding belly,
mixing Metro's tubing of intestine and boy flesh with his own, jabbing some
and stuffing some into his own, the spikes went vertical against the wall,
meshing and smashing Derek and Metro together, both mixing and getting cut
by the razor sharp spikes! Derek screamed. Another boy fell with
another. The bodies of Derek and Metro were so well meshed and mashed into
the wall, they didn't see them, not that they had time...falling.

Innout's Curly, thin yellow speedo almost on, fell. Swords suddenly turned
sideways so that the four that went up and down were now all
horizontal. Curly with his mate that he fell through with, the older and
bigger Dominic from Jim's camp, used their swords to cross the spikes. They
landed among the spikes with only bruised ribs and their feet dangling
under. Curly looked, "You okay?"

"Yeah," Dominic said, "We can climb up..." he tried to climb up the spikes
by pulling himself up but his ribs on both sides hit the spikes that were
on both sides there. He yelled, "OWWW! No! NO! Don't do it, too sharp!"

"Well.  .well, then what? We can't just wait here." Curly looked, "Besides,
I can feel myself slipping, my sword. I...I c..can't hold it for long this
way."

Dominic had on only underwear now. He took the remainder of black denim
pants off and let them drop. "I...I didn't hear it fall or hit."

Curly shook his head, "I'm going to just let go..."

"NO!" Dom said, "Try climbing up it, it might not hurt you since you're
smaller..."

"Who you callin small?"

Dom looked, "You! No try it!"

Curly tried to climb up and almost fell. Dom yelled, "EASY!" He moved up
and stood on the stop of the spike now. "Hey you're right. Piece of cake."

Dom looks behind him, "Hey see that? A chain? If I could just reach
that..."

"It could be another trap, though," Curly said, pulling his sword to his
side.

"I have to chance it, it's less of a scrap out there then doing what you
did, my body won't take the razor sharps along my ribs..."

"I don't think you should try it."

Dom inched backward toward the end of the spikes, "Just a few inches..."

"Like your dick is," Curly laughed.

"Shut...." Dom reached his arms back behind him and felt the chain, "I...I
think I got it."

"Yeah=2 0you have it, can you swing out?"

"Yeah!" Dom said, his muscles tense and his navel protruding from effort,
amid a sea of semi chunky boy flesh. His shorts sagged far below his
navel. A bit of boy fuzz appeared and lead the way downward toward his dick
start.

Curly looked down, "Mmmmm, can't wait to get out of here and enjoy me some
of that shit."

"Shut up!" Dom grabbed the chain and swung out on it, "Yeah! I'm free!"

"Can you climb up....to me?"

Suddenly the spikes inched out some more from the walls, about three
feet. This made Curly fall onto them but he managed not to fall between
them. He used his sword to block his fall but his legs were cut up a bit
from the spikes' sides. The big belly of Dom was licked by the point of one
of the spikes. "AWWRG! Right in my belly button! But it's not bad...it's
not..." Then the spike smacked forward in a fast jab in but not out. Dom
arched backward and tried to swing away from the spike! This only made him
swing back onto it and the spike thudded into his stomach hole with a sharp
wet loud crunch of boymeat! "OWWWWWZAAAAAAAARRTTGHGTITT!"

Curly stood up again, "DOM!" He tried to reach out.

The other spikes found their way into Dom's side, just. They tore up what
they could on his sides but he was impaled on the one. Then the spikes did
something unexpected ...again. The corner one went upward slowly. He moved
back and the spike caught his chest area and ripped off some skin. "OH NO!"
Curly had jumped off it to the other three but the one he was on went down
slowly but faster than the first one.

Dom looked up, "Curly, kill me!"

"Got my own problems!" Curly gasped as the one he was on, the third one,
was the one Dom was impaled on. It came up fast! "NOOOO!" It carved into
him and made him fall sideways. He clung onto the spike and came face to
face with Dom, blood on Dom's lips. Curly looked at him, "We almost made
it!" He felt his ribs being razored and Dom's belly was mangled as Curly
fell onto the spike. Curly felt his weight making him get dug into the
spike more and more until his ribs were smashed in and the metal of the
spike was in his middle. He was soon facing Dom body to body, both on the
spike now. "DAMN! HURTssssssaahhhhh!" He kissed Dom's bloody mouth and Dom
returned the favor, devouring Curly's mouth and covering his lips with his
own.

Their spike rose up, causing Dom to slid onto Curly, bodily. Curly was
about to get crushed. As their bodies slid on the spike, they were cut up
some more and mangled insides met and caused more pain than they thought
possible. Dom's heavier body landed onto Curly but as this happened the
last spike went downward and cut them on the sides, shaving off a ll skin
there. They screamed and the spike they were on hit the wall and their body
parts flew off the wall, arms, legs, bellies, intestines, even lips...

Igno's Jago, Igno's Lowe, Jim's Trent, and Innout's Blake were in a hall,
fighting against a large number of boys who had spears that they scooped up
from the fallen. On the other side were Innout's Jacondorâ€"the long
haired skinny boy; Innout's Dwayne, Igno's Trent, Igno's Shawn and Daniel
and Skate. Innout's Dietch was also helping that side. Innout's Eros and
Brow were off to the side with their hands on one spear, pushing each other
using it. Eros was yelling, "This is mine!"

Brow gasped, "This is the only one left!"

Eros has a purple and green striped black speedo on. While his brother Brow
had on a black speedo with no stripes. "Just because you're my brother,
doesn't mean I have to let you!"

Brow was shorter and a bit chubby, "I know! I'm stronger!"

"Like hell!" Eros said, taller and older, "Let's flip for it!"

Brow said, "NO!"

Eros said, "I meant flip you for it!" He dropped his grip on the spear,
surprising Brow and bent down, put his arms under Brow's crotch and flipped
him bodily.

Brow yelled, "OWWWW!" He fell onto his head. But he never lost his grip on
the spear.

Eros reached for the spear but Brow held it up and it grazed Eros's tight
boy belly which was bare by the revealing speedo. "Why you!!!"

The fight nearby them was vicious. Jago, Lowe, Trent and Blake, armed with
only long swords, were putting down some of the spear boys. Blake rammed
the point of his sword into the bare belly button of Innout's Dwayne, a
skinny but muscular black boy. Dwayne would take a long time to die. Blake
told him so, "It's gonna take a nice strong guy like you a long time to die
with that kinda belly wound! Die black boy!" Blake pulled back and Dwayne
reacted. He fell back, wide eyed, dropped his spear and fell to one side,
holding himself up with one arm on the wall, then the floor as he drooped
toward it.

Dwayne gasped, holding his curvy belly, tightening his abs but not
succeeding at anything other than getting his massive black cock out of his
shorts and having it drip with pre cum and then cum as he jerked, "AWWW,
this is the way I was meant to die! The way a warrior like me was to go
out...thanks, Blake!"

Blake shoved his sword into another boy, Igno's Trent (not to be confused
with Jim's Trent), "NO problem! Glad to have gladiatored you to death,
kid!"

Trent, skinny, smooth little dude, in thin speedo, had his dick pop out,
his belly button stuck. "OH ain't this a bitch! And me not able to cum yet!
Damn!" His head jerked back as Blake tore the sword ou t and the baseball
hat Trent wore, fell off, into Blake's face.

Blake snarled, "Get this thing outta my face!"

Meaty blond Shawn, with his outtie bellybutton set against a stout almost
flat belly, had nodded to Igno's skinny but wide hipped ribbed kid Daniel
as well as to Skate. Skate was a blond with long hair, a surfer type but he
was on skates and his navel was sort of puckered outward. It had a deep
dark tip but it was an outtie and an innie but primarily an outtie. The
trio had focused their spearheads on Blake now. They converged just as the
baseball hat flew into Blake's face. Falling, however, Trent got in their
way. They stuck his body and he was speared in the sides and the belly all
over again. Shawn yelled, "Get outta my way!" He managed to get his spear
to Blake's sword and as he did, Daniel and Skate also did. Blake jumped
back but was too late. The trio managed to knock his sword down to the
floor. Shawn, Daniel, and Skate moved at the more muscled but weaponless,
blond Blake.

Eros let go of the spear and his brother shoved it up to get him, "Oh yea,
well, we'll see..." He saw Dwayne's fallen spear and moved for it.

Brow was recovering and began to stand up and saw his brother reached for
the spear. "Can't let him..."

He shoved but Eros was fast. Eros has snatched up the spear and jabbed it,
turning quickly. He was half standing, half bent;
 so was Brow. They had effectively speared each other in the belly! They
both let out a short sharp gasp, loud, then two lower ones. They bent over
each other's weapon points and their navels were trashed. They then both
realized they had stabbed their brother and both moved back a bit. This
made their stomachs feel a bit better but also a bit harder as they
realized they were stabbed. The points moving out left an open gaping wound
and the air inside made them feel the pain more, seconds after. The spears
were not out long when they both grew more angry than before. "You stabbed
me ! Your own brother!" The anger made them renew their thrust and the next
thrusts made the spears go in deep. They tried to arch off the spear points
but both guessed the spear shafts were in so deep now that this would be
their end. So they decided to, "Have fun with it!" Eros stood, erect and
cumming through his speedo, which pointed at the front, nearly snapped
off. He shoved, manly, into his own brother's belly. His brother got low
and made believe he was falling...

"I..I can't take it, pluzzzzz...puh lease....brother, you suppose to be
...you suppose to protect me."

As Eros looked at him, an expression of savagery changed to one of pure
sorrow and guilt, and he started to move his spear out, even though Brow's
spear was still in his belly button. "I can take it and I...I...mmmmmm,
feels good. I m sorry, Brow, hold still, it might not be
fatallllllllllllllllllll!"

On this last syllable, Brow laughed and plunged the spear up with both
hands now and stood at the same time. The spear popped in so far it went
out Eros's back but Brow undid it and plunged again...this time the spear
jabbed out Eros's anus! "DIE!"

"SAME AT YOU little brother!" Eros jiggled a death dance but as he did he
managed to poke the spear through Brow's body and out his upper back. They
fell onto each other, spears holding them up and their arms sagged and laid
onto each other's shoulders, dropped from there and onto each other's
hands, as if they were holding hands. They died at the same time, perhaps
Eros lasting a few seconds after his little brother.

Three warrior boys came at the weaponless Blake. Blake screamed, "SHIT!" He
looked at the three converged at him, poking their spears at his tight
muscled manly abs. They didn't score any hits to write home about...yet.

This was when Trent gasped his last but no one noticed. Dwayne was still
breathing and limping along the wall, trying to hold himself up.

Blake yelled, "C'mon, wimp pussies, let's see what you made of!"

"We gonna see what you made of from the inside out!" Shawn laughed as he
rushed with both hands on the spear, "GET HIM NOW!"

As Shawn rushed in, Blake grabbed the spear and held it but the others came
at him, one knicking his side with the spear point. It was then that Lowe
and Jago, having done away with Dietch and having wounded Jacondar, moved
in and used their swords on the unsuspecting Daniel and Skate. Skate skated
back, his side being wounded badly by Jago. Lowe went full force at
Daniel's little tuckered in belly and stabbed him. Daniel was dead before
he hit the floor, his spear rolling. Skate skated off, holding his spear.

Dwayne called to him, "He...hel...hap...halp. I wan sumone to see meh
die...." He held his butchered belly and fell.

Jago called to Blake, "Blake, get out of here."

"No way!"

"We're outnumbered...." Jago said, "More are coming to help them..."

Lowe nodded, "Yeah, we want you to be the one who can make it out...to get
to the middle of the maze and survive...."

"We can't, but you are strong..."

Blake looked, "I..."

"GO! We can hold off these pussies!"

"But I can't leave you!"

The fallen spear was already picked up by a new comer. A kid with long
straight blond hair, Jim's Trey. He rushed at them with gusto.

Blake had the spear attached to Shawn so he shoved the end into Shawn who
laughed, "Wrong side, not the side that matters, faggit!"

"Got him!" Jago moved his sword in from the side and naile d Shawn's tight
belly button. "Oh, that's hard, dude, you got a nice belly! You're hot!"

Shawn gasped and held his spear at Blake, "I ...I...no, you
didn't....just...no...man, you are both so hot too, I just wanted to feel
what I'd be like to kill sumbody..."

Lowe met up with Trey's spear with his sword. He grabbed it and shoved it
behind him, bringing Trey up to him and then with his other hand he moved
Trey's arm, grabbing it. He swung Trey around and shoved him onto Shawn's
spearpoint, "Here's your last wish! Get him!"

Shawn shoved it in. Trey, it was obvious, loved getting the spear in his
navel, through it, and out the back. The two fell to their knees, spear
dangling out Trey's boy back. Shawn shoved until he could shove no
more. Jago removed his sword from Shawn's belly to meet the spear thrusts
of Jacondar, who was wounded. "We got this, get outta here before..."

"More coming!" Jim's Drake, Calvin, and Cally came running, picked up
fallen spears and moved at them. Innout's Tric and Jonas came as well and
while they didn't find fallen spears, they had two swords each in their
hands. Innout's Corred and Code also came running.

Code said, "We are a large group, you three can't hope to out fight us!"

Jago met his sword with a sword, "We sure can try!"  =0 ABlake leaned on
Jago's shoulder, "You sure?"

"YEAH! GO ON!"

Blake looked from Jago to Lowe, "I won't forget you."

He ran down a corridor. Jacondar, seeing this, ran after him, holding his
wounded side. He had a spear with him. "I'll take care of your hero..."

Drake yelled, "Take care of these little shits now! There's just two of
them!"

Part Ten:

Jim's Trent, Igno's Lowe and Jago were holding off a large contingent of
boys including Innout's Tric and Jonas, added to Jim's Drake, Calvin, and
Cally. Innout's Corred and Code came to help against Lowe, Jago, and Trent.

Jacondar has left, wounded, holding a spear, to find and slay the
weaponless muscle boy known as Blake. Skate had skated off to fight another
day, also slightly wounded.

Dwayne finally let go of the wall he was holding onto as if it would keep
him alive. He also finally let go of the ghost as he died, his belly button
a hole of pain, a tunnel of turgid death. He fell and gasped a dying long
lasting one.

Calvin and Cally were identical twins, with thick outtie vertical belly
buttons, slightly Irish looks, small but hard bodied. They had feathered
back hair and hard strong faces and jaw lines, their chests were not much
to write home about but they more than made up for that with their managing
of the spears they held. They rushed Jago as one.

Handsome but big eared young Lowe fought against the older and more muscled
Drake. Lowe taunted Drake however. "Hey Drake, you gay boy, why carry a
shield?"

It was true. Drake had a shield and a sword. He nodded, "You won't have to
worry about that, will you? In a few moments, I'm gonna ram this here sword
in ya!"

"Big talk!" Lowe countered Drake's sword moves move for move. Drake sweated
and the sweat combed his muscled nicely toned cut abs as well as the rest
of his body.

Corred was even bigger than Drake and more bulky in arms and chest, big
impossible chest and nipples, his head had a shock of long hair hidden
beneath a gray wool snow hat. His eyes were dead and wild at the same time,
his enemy, Jim's Trent noted. He had on denim pants, hanging low. Jim's
Trent had on blue gym shorts with white stripes down the side and he was
going wild in them. "Like me?" Corred asked.

Trent nodded and met Corred's massive sword with a side swipe, "Sure,
what's not to like! You're fuckin hot!" Trent recovered and struck out
against Corred's sword immediately, "DEAD but hot!"

Corred swung over his head, "I like you kid, you've got spunk..." He
crashed the sword down on Trent's sword and split it in half, "AND I CAN'T
WAIT TO SEE THAT WHITE BOI SPUNK ALL OVER YOUR SLOWLY BREATHING DYING
TORTURED GUT!"

Trent abandoned his sw ord hilt and jumped onto the floor, hands flat down,
feet up. His feet thrust up and punched Corred's chin. Corred, not ready
for this move, was thrown back, jaw first. Trent moved quickly and used
both hands to try to pry the sword hilt from Corred's hand but the bigger
and much older boy was too strong and he held it. He even lifted Trent with
him as he lifted his sword. Trent reached up with his feet, effectively
crawling up Corred's striated muscular neck to use his feet to pull the
wool over Corred's eyes. Corred was balking at this the whole time,
"Useless moves, little boy, yu is dead meat! DEAD when I git ya!"

"You have to GIT me first," Trent said, his hands still trying to pry the
sword from Corred's hands.

Jago lost his sword and stood there as the twins rushed both spears at his
guts. He ducked down, the spears hit the wall behind him. Jago recovered
his sword right away and stood up in the middle of the spears and twins,
having ducked under and moved closer. Calvin turned his spear at Jago but
Jago grabbed it with his free hand and maneuvered it into Cally's hot
underscored belly button and shoved; at the same time, Jago opened his arm
and spread his sword so far that the point jabbed into the rushing
Calvin. Calvin and Cally were stabbed at the same time. Both let out gasps
of hot hard air. Jago nodded, "Good fighters, dead boys!" He stabbed his
sword in but moved Calvin closer to Cally so that the spear found deadly
accuracy in the latter's belly guts under the hard button which was
effectively gone now! "AAAAHHHHH!" Jago yelled a victory cry. Then a lower
one huffed out as he pulled his sword out. But Cally, stuck, still had his
spear and he raised it up as he fell away and jabbed it into Jago's belly
button. Cally gasped in air and out again as he undid his cut off
denims. He began to use both hands on his cock, the pain in his bellybutton
mixing with the pleasure of his cock engaging and engorging. He jerked as
he fell back but Calvin, holding his stuck guts, ran at the spear and as
his twin fell away to huff into death, Calvin got a good grip on the spear
which dangled end on low. He fell to one knee but managed to jab it up into
Jago.

"Blake." Was all Jago could say.

Calvin didn't listen but stabbed, "You're finished!" JAB. "Finished!" JAB
JAB THRUST INTO HARD JAGO BELLY. "TOTALLY FINISHED BOY!" Then he fell.

He watched as Jago tried to walk, the spear end dangling at the
ground. Jago looked and tried to pull it out. He stumbled a bit, made a few
steps off, tried to call his comrades but they were too busy. He reached
out but fell and his body was between the spear and the floor and he slid
along the spear, the end on the ground. His belly was punctured through and
through by the spear as he slid along it and met the ground, coverin g it
in thick wet protruding cum, mixing it with others' cum already meshed
around on the ground. With blood and guts too. "Blake, survive, Blake."
Jago was wet underneath by his own fluids as well as others he slew.

Cally was laying on his side as his dick opened up and the flood gates of
his head opened flapping with a great sucking sound. The parting left some
strings between the slit but those vanished as the great tsunami gushed out
and spilled over the floor and even sideways some of it managed to jet up
into the air like some volcanic fury! Cally's echoed pain sounds made into
pleasure giggles!

Calvin nodded as he heard his twin die and then he crawled toward Jago and
fell over Jago's bare back, holding onto the spear. There was now no room
between the ground and and Jago's belly, spear completely stuck in. Jago's
arms were still bent as though trying to push himself off the
spear. "Uhhhhhhhh," they all said as they died. Calvin died content now, on
his back and jerking to his foam. He died in mid cumming and never
experienced the full effect, the burning in his dick cuming up and going
back down as he died, his thick vein losing the full bloody effect of
pumpery!

Code was a big boy too not as skinny as muscled Drake nor as muscled. He
was also not as pumped as Corred but he was smooth skinned and yet hard in
his own way. He had a ferret like face with slick brown curls and a short
cut ripped
 at the bottom green top on. It had no sleeves, they had been ripped
off. His entire wide belly from hip to hip was exposed and he wore just
skimpy white underwear, also ripped at the top and bottom, dramatically and
sexually almost falling off him. He had a curved Arabian sword and he was
fighting to try to stick Trent who was holding onto Corred's sword
fist. Corred yelled at him, "Get back, you'll stick me!"

Code snapped, "Not me. I'm a pro! I'll get this little bugger!"

Trent held the sword arm enough to get the sword Corred waved around into
Code's exposed belly and Code fell back, holding his guts. He then took his
own sword, "I fall upon it." He fell on his own sword and smiled, and in a
deep effected voice nodded and said, "Feels good!"

Corred used his free hand to push his hat back up off his eyes and then
punch Trent's bare back. Trent yelped and fell off Corred's fist. Trent
fell to the floor. He bent up in pain. "Now little man, now! Now you die!"
He stopped to make a muscle with both arms. On the floor, Trent rolled and
his hands moved to the ground to bear his pain. He found a circular shaft
under one hand. Corred moved to stab Trent but Trent held up a spear and at
an angle from below, he held it as Corred moved to stab him. He thrust it
up and it split Corred's belly button slit amid the slightly chubby, yet
very muscled hard
 stomach! Corred gasped, "NOOOO! You are pposedta die not I!"

Trent jumped up and shoved, angling the spear now at a better position. He
jerked it in. From behind Trent more boys came. Jim's Jamie (with glasses
on!), Bryan, Lil Aaron, Jordan, Barton, and Jimmy all came, each with a
deadly weapon, these more exotic than the regular swords, spears, and
knives. One hit Trent from behind and another jabbed a knife into his
kidney on the left side. Another twirled him around and stabbed him in his
little bellybutton. The rest converged on Trent and surrounded him. Trent
yelled, "Come on, finish it!" They did. They came at him and when they
parted from his little body, his dick was out and springing up from the top
of his gym shorts, springing as in water fountaining. Cumming. One load hit
a kid in the eyes. Jamie's glasses were needing windshield wipers for the
cum was draped all over them. Cum Trent shot at them. His cum hit Bryan in
the belly button and filled it. It hit Lil Aaron's too but draped on the
outtie, dripped there. Off it. Trent's torso was filled with exotic
stabbing weapons, all embedded in his nice boy skin. His navel was gone,
crushed beneath some Klingon like weapon. An exotic knife with points on
both ends was carved into his side. Yet Trent lived. Jimmy nodded, "That IS
one tough little son of a bitch! GO ON TRENT, SHOW EM HOW TO DIE WELL!"

Trent moved at them. Barton smiled and nodded, "He a in't shit." Barton
picked up a spear and jabbed in the only part of his lower boy belly that
didn't have a piercing weapon dangling in and out of it. He jabbed the
spear in and twisted. Trent's throat made some kind of sounds, as if it was
not sure to suck air in or out and did both at the same time. Trent
twisted, his head moving from side to side.

Lowe yelled, "Bastards!"

"Yeah bastards!" Corred yelled, "Get this outta me! Donut waste time on
him! Help me! I can live if....oh...oh ....oh my..." Corred fell forward
and the spear shot into his belly burning everything in its path. Corred,
big lug, fell flat with a huge shaking sound and gyration. His big uncut
dick beneath him, squirmed out and shot sideways.

Lil Aaron said, "OH COOL!"

Bryan looked, "Oh man, we won. I guess..." He undid his thong and started
to jerk over Code's still shaking body.

"Not yet, there's still him," Jamie pointed to Lowe, who was with his back
to the wall, still sword fighting Drake. Wildly.

"Eureka!" Lowe said as he made Drake drop his sword. Drake held up the
shield.

"I'll help ya!" Jamie came running toward Drake.

"No!" Drake yelled, "No one interfere. I'm gonna do him myself!" The other
boys all came behind Drake to watch. This didn't bother Lowe at all. Lowe
smiled and thought to himself, he can still live through this. The boys all
watched a sardonic grin on their faces as they knew Lowe was done for, even
if he managed to somehow kill Drake. "And shut up!" Drake wanted them to
stop his egging on of him and their shouts of "Get him" " stick the fucker"
"poke him dead" and more, stopped.

Lowe looked, "You their leader?" Lowe tried to sword Drake but the shield
kept getting in the way." Lowe hit it over and over and over
again. "Touché! Gotcha now!" Lowe hit paydirt as he made hit that shield
so hard, it knocked it from Drake's hand. Drake stood defenseless and yet
did not back away. Lowe's sword was at Drake's navel and ready to
thrust. "You're dead now!" The other boys moved back, opening their circle,
fearing Lowe's ambitiousness and callous bravery. And something in his
voice.

But Lowe didn't notice Drake's shield hand had a gauntlet, a bracelet like
affair. Drake held it in place where it had once held the shield. "Wha?"
Lowe asked as Drake used his other hand to hit the bracelet. A mini sword
poked out and the point was just touching Lowe's puckering navel! Lowe
moved back but his belly at the bottom was sticking out and his upper abs
moved back in an awkward move. Jamie smiled and watched. Drake moved in on
Lowe quickly and as Lowe tried to move back, Drake just stepped in and
shoved the knife blade into Lowe who stumbled and jerked forward, helping
Drake to stab him as he stabbed himself onto the sword from the
bracelet. "OWWOH!"

Drake twisted it in and Lowe held Drake's arms and they embraced. "Die
brave one. But die you shall. Not brave enough."

Lowe looked up at Drake, "Unfair..." He saw Drake's eyes. Drake fell into
Lowe's eyes. Drake bent his lips down to Lowe's and they licked each
other's outer mouths, then locked lips, Lowe bit Drake's mouth, lower lip
and upper and then dove his tongue into Drake's but bit Drake's tongue as
it tried to stick into his mouth. Drake yelled but kissed Lowe anyway,
"Kiss of death?"

"Whatelse? You're too hot to let live," Drake smiled and kissed him hard
even as he dug in deeper and harder with the sword knife. Lowe jerked up
and his hips flew back, his hips jerked back at Drake and he fired a HUGE
dam sized cum load up Drake's muscled abs and along his chest to over his
shoulder and some of it split there and volleyed into his reddish blondish
hair! Drake nodded. "Yeah boy! Yeah boi!!! Yeah!"

Drake unstuck Lowe, who stepped back a few feet. He saw all the boys
looking at him. They smiled and held weapons they retrieved from Trent's
still warm but unmoving body. They held the weapons up as if to say,
"You're getting these in you next. You're next."


Lowe didn't want his body stuck anymore. He felt fine with this one jab
wound. And he knew it was fatal. Felt the cushion like mangling inside
him. And if that was not enough, Drake rushed him one more time, yelling
like a madman, and jabbed him again with the same weapon. Lowe was held
over Drake's shoulder, the older and taller boy bending down to jab him one
more timeâ€"harder even than before. Twisting it and jerking it every
which way. Belly button gone, intestines twined around it. Cut. Drake stood
back to examine his handiwork and smiled and shook his head. He nodded to
the others then to cum (for many were already) and do their thing on Lowe's
still alive, still standing body. Lowe looked at them and for the first
time fear was in his eyes and grimace. He didn't want to be molested as he
died, just feel the great pain ache of death by belly button. He didn't
want the other pokes to take away from that. He gulped. "no..."

Whether or not the new arrivals would have spared him or speared him, Lowe
could not say. He just took it with a large amount of satisfaction that the
new boys behind the ones behind Drake were going to slay them. Swords
exited belly buttons. "Shit," Bryan said as he shook his dick off from his
first cumming. A point came out his belly button. His dick rose again, fast
and furious, sticking up with blood inside it and then blood zipping out
his navel.

Jim's Jamie was cleaning off his glasses but he felt something. "Oh no, is
that?" He put his glasses back on and looked down. A thin saber point
protruded out his belly button. "Damn! It is!" He shut his eyes and threw
his head back. His dick soon protruded out again as long as the saber, both
vying for length. Both wet, one with cum, one with blood, soon both to be
mixed with the other. Jamie tried to dance away but the boy behind him,
slapped a strong hand on his bare shoulder and held him in place, the boy
behind him feeling the bony shoulder and thrusting with relish and glee.

Lil Aaron, Jordan, Barton, and Jimmy all stood. Jordan looked down,
"Something's feeling fine in my belly..." He looked down. "Hey man! Back
stabbers! Fuck!" He bent down but the guy behind him shoved his hand in
front and pulled the kid back up so that he had to stand that way. An arm
came up along side the front of Jordan and held him in place. Jordan could
feel the killer's hot dick burning up against his bare back and knew this
kid was going to fountain up a cum stream along his back any moment. PHEW!
SHOOSH! THERE IT WAS and it felt hot. "HOT!" Jordan arched back and hit the
kid's head with the back of his own but as the kid yelled and screamed he
also got mad and thrust in and up, making the sword dig up into the
interior of Jordan's upper chest from inside! Jordan gasped and struggled
with himself and20turned. "DAMNNIT MAN OHHHHHHH! FUCK! ME!"

Barton gasped, "LOOKATME, I'm an outtie!" He referred to the dangling new
bellybutton of wood that came out his former innie navel. "I always wanted
to get me one of those...only didn't think it would hurt so much, the wood
would."

The guy behind him said, "Oh man, dude, just why don'chat shut up and die."

Jimmy managed to elbow back and hit his killer and he turned, the sword let
go by his killer. He turned to face Jim's Shultz and he ran at him,
embraced him with open arms and stuck the sword point into Shultz's navel
and hugged him. Shultz gasped and they both fell and jerked, Jimmy on top
and kicking. Everyone alive that could, watched. Shultz and Jimmy
struggled. As they did, their dicks met in a kind of fight/wrestle/sex
way. Their dicks wrapped around each other like fighting pythons. Slick,
wet, tongues battling to find supremacy, not realizing both would perish,
yet somehow knowing that only one would die first and that seemed all that
mattered. "I can take it, you die first," Shultz said but he reached from
under Jimmy and it was clear he could not take it. Jimmy acted as though he
were fucking Shultz and in a way he was. He was fucking him with the sword
out his belly and into Shultz's navel. Jimmy held onto the ground. Shultz
held onto Jimmy, tried to push him away a few times. Their dicks wrapped
around each other, f lopped away, grew thick and strong, get in the way,
cam wildly like undersea storms poking free, ripping at the surface of the
ocean. Shultz tried to get away but died as the others all laughed. Shultz
collapsed. Jimmy unstuck the belly but tried to recover. He gasped and his
head fell alongside Shultz. Someone stuck them with a sword between them,
effectively slicing both bellies as one, at once, since they were on each
other! The tension of both died with them.

Lowe nodded as Drake had a spear out his navel and it was moved around by
the guy behind him. Drake looked at Lowe for some mercy and some help. As
if I could give it, Lowe thought. "I'm enjoying this, Drake, why not you
enjoy the death ride too..."

Drake gasped, "Fuck off and die you scum!"

"What's this?" The one who speared Drake saw the knife in the bracelet,
"Isn't that sweet?" He jabbed it into Drake's own smooth unblemished lower
belly meat. Drake reacted and gasped. This killer moved it around and
recited the hokey pokey, "Move it on in and shake it all around, move on up
and move it on in, and move it on down, shake it all around, and that's
what it's all about?" all the while doing what the lyrics said. Drake's
body looked like a big jigsaw puzzle carved up. His carcass soon fell. He
was one of the first to die in this new attack. "Dick."

After having their fun, the attackers20all let their victims drop off them,
some trailing cum, some just trailing blood, the victims all cumming
profusely. Lowe looked as all his attackers lay dying. He felt
vindicated. He also felt his navel pain giving way to a spreading pain all
over his body. "Thanks guys, thanks." He grabbed his belly button and
collapsed. Someone put a sword in it to finish him off faster.

Standing there in triumph were Jim's Willy, Tex, Jamal, Seth, Igno's Hale,
Barrett, and Innout's Spangle, Rentis, and Jern. Willy nodded, "And for an
encore we win."

"Yeah we are winners," Tex nodded, taking his hat off to the dead, "To Lowe
especially, You fought well, kid, but shoulda been in our group. It was
your choice."

The bronzed Jamal nodded, "Let's get their weapons."

As the boys made move to do so, Jamal's foot hit a small black and white
tile, part of the floor. It moved.

This made something else happen. From the center of the hall, rose a huge
circular thing, not unlike the death machine in LOST IN SPACE's DEADLY
GAMES OF GAMMA SIX. But instead of that machine's wheel holding laser
beams, this one held a variety of other devices. Arrows, which
fired. Swords which flung off and out at them. Spears which launched up and
one spear landed right in the top of Willy's head and out his under jaw.

Tex wrestled with a long spear in his gut hole. "NAW! Not like this!"

A
 curved jeweled knife ended up in Jamal's tanned belly button. He pulled it
out but yelled and fell to his knees. An arrow hit his navel. He pulled it
out too. He started to convulse and he was not sure if it was from death or
from cumming sexuality. "Fuk!" He leaned on the wall and tried to get up
but he looked down and nodded, "No, not that, not now!" He saw a great big
bulge in his ever tightening speedo. "Don't. No." Trying to hold back his
cumming, pressing his balls together, made them want to cum firing out even
more. He pulled the arrow out, "Damn!"

A large Klingon weapon bolted from the circular stall and cut two fleeing
kids in half: Seth and Hale. Barrett, Spangle and Rentis got arrows in
their backs. Jern slipped down low on the floor but a spear pointed low and
nailed him in the back.

Tex wrestled, "I'm not gonna die like this!" But he knew would as he looked
at the weapon in him and beyond that to his burgeoning dick, thick and cut
and flopping upward to inflate and shoot! Skipping pre cum.

A spear ploughed into Jamal's bellybutton. "RIGHT IN THE GUT AGAIN!" He
grabbed it and found it harder to pull out. Put he pulled it out. It was
wood and made an echo sound as he dropped it and waved his hands around
helplessly. Everyone heard everyone else's dying sounds as they slowly
expired and this made it hotter for everyone. They were glad to die=2
0together. He looked down at his tits, covered with white cum, contrasted
to the thick darkness of them and his whole tanned, gorgeous body. Jamal
gasped, "This sucks!" He shook with burning and added, "But what a way to
die! FUCK YEAH FEEL THAT BELLY BUTTON!" Then he too died but not before a
knife was thrown by the device into his navel hole...The machine was empty
and silent. It went back into the hole in the ground.

"You guys okay?" Another kid, Jim's Nick, in leopard skin loin cloth, came
to the scene, slowly walking up to it. He saw the bodies, "Shit!" The
machine whirred, came up again, and fired. He turned to run, saying, "Fuck
shit! Did I pick a wrong turn!" An arrow hit him in the back and he
arched. He spun. A sword hit him in the tight stretched out belly, "Aw,
this ain't nothing. I can take this!" A spear joined alongside the
sword. "Puff, nothing! I can stand anything any ole machine can throw at
me! GO ON! GIVE ME SUMTHING I CAN GET CHALLENGED BY!!"

Part Eleven: News reports; stats; body count

MAZE NEWS REPORT

"Well loyal viewers, the Maze game is underway and we've seen a lot over
the past few hours. Well, we've seen many eliminated in the mad rush to get
inside the Maze itself, some actually perishing by their own hands, some
agreeing to kill their own team maters or lovers. Fights to actually get
inside erupted while arr ows made short work of some and others got inside
with arrows inside them and lived a long time...we saw many deadly and
bizarre traps inside, guillotines, pits of spikes, jutting sword walls,
walls that move and crush, giant scissor devices, room traps with ropes and
pulleys and wooden walls of death, and many more including the recent wheel
of death and stabbing. There was some kind of agreement between all the
Asian players to overthrow their own formed teams but it worked against
them and most Asians are either dead, wounded or being used as body armour!
Many decided to form groups, some members being loyal and others turning on
each other. We've seen brother against brother, literally. Nothing seems
barred here. We even saw one member arrowed by a mysterious figure in the
top of the Maze floors. Stats follow but keep in mind that the end of the
game is still far off and away. It is difficult to be accurate when there
are so many combatants and many have the same names, Those listed are
believed to be alive but they may be dead or misnamed and for example one
Rich may be alive while another Rich may be dead. It is easy to make
mistakes in a huge game of this nature and while we try to be accurate,
there could be those listed who are dead and those not listed who are
alive. There were also many late cumers to the game so they may not be on
our lists at all. One thing is for sure, this list will decrease as the
boys make their ways closer and closer to the mysterious center of the
maze. Stats follow:"

Believed alive:

Innout from his own team: Falvor, Holio, Best, Messier, Alan, Bevan, Bose,
Gazel, Hap, Oats, Wardo, Cherin, Jensan, Jen, Mace. tall lanky Cheer,
British Lish, Mopar with his buzzed cut front and circle around his head
and spiky hair that sticks straight up, the Blindfolded Warrior, the
Hispanic Zay, the thick bellied Drey.

Innout picked from Igno's team the following: Chip, Dalton, Eric, Evan,
Fisher, Flint, Gary, Shoney, blond Gary, Hale, Ian, and Jack. Late entries
include: Christian, Chuck, Clay, Cody, Travis, Colin, Colt, Brand, Brennan,
Brendan, Tanner, Chet, Chester, Chad, Carter, Alan, Howie, Barrett, Bobby,
Blink

Innout picked from Jim's team the following: West, Troy, Stefan, Steven,
Soon, Skylar, Rico, Phillip, Luis, Chavo, Lucas, Leo

Jim picked from his own team: Gus, Trent, Bailey, Cartlin, Davey, Richard,
Manuel, Hector, Casey, Chad, Aaron, Alan, John, Alex, Allen, Jenks, Carlos,
Craig, Timmy, Andrew, Cody, Gerry, and Glenn.

Jim picked from Innout's team: Beamer, AJ, Asol, Beau, Billjo, Bobsue,
Bradlee, Curran, Duncan, Evander, Farrel, Russo, Lobe, Mans, Gerral,
Henders, Henry, Ian, Jacondar though wounded, Jenja, Cameron, Jeah, Jenks,
Cooley, Baill, Kern, and Layal.

Jim picked from Igno's team: Zoli, Zeke, Zack, Wyatt, Woody, Andy, Walt,
Vern, Taylor, Timmy, Timothey, Tony, Tom, Scout, Scott, Skate but Skate is
wounded, Skip, Sky, Spike, Stan, Steve, Rankin, Rasp, Red, Reed, Rick,
Rocky, Robert, Ollie, Pablo, Timothy,20Sammy, Patrick, Paul, David, and
Pete.

Igno picked from his own team: Peter, Phillip, Quinn, Randal, Ranger, Luke,
Michael, Mickey, Mike, Nate, Brand, Mitch, Nicholas, Nick, Noel, Nolan,
Kenny, Kurt, Kye, Leon, Little Falcon, Jason, Jay, Jeremy, Jerod, Randy,
Jimmy, John, Kay, Gail, Gregory, Greg, Hunter, Harry, Haley, Iolus, Fritz,
Fletcher, Ferris, Jacob, Dane, Daniel, Dewey, Diego, Earl, Edward, and
Dominic and Wade.

Igno picked from Innout's team: Svenic, Otin, Alan, McDuff, Meho, Montar,
Lyon, Wilhelm, Warrack, Uncor, Sperry, Pitaro, Onthel, Scarl, Tark, Clear,
Most, Glar, Dagor, Foster, and Blake.

Igno picked from Jim's team: Jamal, Seth, Mick, Robert, Connor, Ryan,
Mitch, Derek, Greg, Cal, Chris, Eric, Billy, Foley, Benny, Cort, Zen,
Goldie, Dawson, and the older Jordan.

"Okay, that's about it, hoping your loved ones are not among those not
listed. Or something. And now enjoy the continued action...of the MAZE..."

PREVIOUSLY ON THE MAZE

The boys ran and ran and finally they made it to a new area and the
scissors seemed to stop, actually dropping through the floor. Were the evil
devices following Metro? They wondered. Ian, Dalton, John, Alan, Stefan and
Gus gasped for breath. Beamer and Montar were behind them. Montar said,
"You couldn't help him. Besides," he shrugged, "He might still be alive. We
don't know what kind of pit that was."

Beamer puffed, "Yeah I supposed so."

 =0 A John smiled, "Beamer, my man. Glad you nailed that kid right in the
belly..."

Alan said, "Yeah, me too. I didn't think you had it in you."

Stefan smiled, "NO, that kid had it in him!"  He high fived Alan and John.

Beamer nodded, "Stop it. Didn't do it for pleasure..."

"Sure, but your dick tells a different story," Alan pointed a sword at
Beamer's dick area which was wet beneath loin cloth."

"Shit."  Beamer said, "Shut up and come on."

"You already did!"  John giggled.  Beamer had already pushed past him and
the others to check ahead.

Ian looked at Dalton, "What difference does it make if that kid's alive or
dead anyway?"

Dalton shrugged, "Just come on."

Ian followed, "I mean we all have to slay each other once we reach the
middle of this thing anyway."

"Shut up," Dalton said, "Or I'll do you right now."

"You can try," Ian said bravely. Then he just followed again, "Wait for
me."

AND NOW ... THE MAZE 12



and this is unfinished currently...


Part Nine:

Ian, Dalton, John, Alan, Stefan and Gus ran behind him.

Ahead was another fight. Igno's jet
 black haired Bryan was brandishing a small sword and hitting the sword of
another boy, a bigger boy, the sun kissed Jordan, also from Igno's,
although he never met Bryan before. Jordan sported a ton of muscles, a big
belly and a nice tubular belly button. "Hey kid, why don't we team up, you
know?"

Bryan nodded but held his sword up, "I don't know..." he said this in a
almost useless way. And scared, both at the same time.

Jordan hit Bryan's sword and laughed, admiring the kid, "Kid, I like you,
why don't we, whadya say?"

"I dunno, my friends over there..." He nodded to the others.

They faced off against Jim's Taran, Innout's Metro, and Igno's Dan, who had
a red bandanna around his head and a pale body.

Jim's Edward looked at Innout's Bertram. They, unlike the others, knew
words were useless. They put their swords vertically across their own faces
in a ritual of beginning their duel. Then Bertram didn't wait. He still had
his baseball hat on but he slammed his sword at Edward but Ed met it and
smacked it away. Bertram circled...

Jordan nodded, "Forget em, kid, I think I've seen you around, you are a
good fighter but...I'm bigger and better and you are young...with me on
your side..."

Bryan smacked his sword at Jordan's, who snickered at that and backed up a
bit. He knew not to underestimate sm aller fighters and this kid had the
look of someone who could slay...and slay easily. "No, I don't think so
man, I think I take you..."

Jordan nodded, "If you wanna try, you wanna die...if you wanna..." Jordan
ran at the kid but the kid sidestepped him and swiped his side, Jordan
jerking his body to one side to avoid it. He looked at his side and there
were a bloody nick there, nothing to worry about but he nodded in
admiration. "Good shot..." Then he swung as Bryan felt all proud and stuck
his chest out.

The sounds of the clanging of swords from the others was heard. A cry here,
a joy of triumph there. Meat crunched under sword point. Sword met
sword. Boys went down, holding guts in. Bellies were pierced. Taran grabbed
Carlos's elbow as Carlos raised his sword arm too high and he pushed it to
keep it going upward. With his free hand. With his other hand he drove his
sword into Carlos's slightly indented but very outtie belly button. Not
expecting to go down this early in the fight, Carlos shut his eyes and grit
his teeth and yelped, "NAWWWW!" His handsome features became almost ape
like as he slid down and Taran's weapon went with him, Taran still h
holding it tightly and driving it in as he figured the kid would enjoy this
type of warrior death. Taran knew that he himself would. And he had his
chance to now, for as he bent over and went to one knee to cause
maximum20pain to Carlos, Carlos stabbed up into the butterfly like looking
belly button that Taran sported. Taran gasped, "No he didNINT."

"Yes I did, meho, die!" And Taran gasped and kicked Carlos but the kick
made him fall and as he fell, his dick met with Carlos's stomach just above
and to the side of the hip and his dick smoothed out over Carlos's smooth
skin there, but it was also tight over the hip bone. This made Taran's
already pre cummed dick, EXPLODE! Wet cummy clumps covered the boy flesh on
Carlos and spread, speared to Taran as Taran kept it up and up and the two
boys collided as they fell clumsily. With legs askew the collapsed with
each other, Taran on top, then they rolled so that they were both side by
side and they died that way, arms around each other, swords dangling from
bellies, and with each stringent movement, they tried to jab each other
until death came to the other and they both died together, kicking,
struggling, fighting, losing sperm cells!

Bryan jumped back but Jordan lowered his sword and as the smaller boy
jumped back, the point nicked his belly and put a deep gash on one side of
his belly button and another on the other side. The point has passed from
side of navel to side of navel and didn't touch the inner navel. "Shit,
that hur....awaawww!" Bryan looked at Jordan and they smacked swords again,
Jordan pressed Bryan back toward a wall but the boy slipped down low and
then jumped,=2 0waving his sword into Jordan's face as Jordan tried to stab
and jab. Bryan then swung a high back swing and made Jordan duck and back
off. But then Jordan moved in and hit Bry's shoulder and damaged it
badly. "AWWWA!!!" Bryan backed off and lowered his sword and bent
over. Jordan moved in.

"Listen kid, it's all good. I mean, it's just this game. We can't all
win. You can't, especially but if we can get closer to the center...this is
the game, man..."

"Awww," Bryan said, bending down, "I don't wanna talk to you, I wanna dig
your guts out!" He recovered a bit and came at Jordan who nodded and
laughed.

"Only the best....Your friends...they..." He smacked Bry's sword again,
"...and we...we all know that it's only the best that can make it. It's
just like the other battle games. ... the arena. The biggest, strongest,
the best, they survive. I think I can make it but there are others who
are..."

Bry smacked his sword into Jordan's leg and Jordan bent on it, and fell to
one knee. "Keep talking big man! Keep it up!" And he looked. Jordan's dick
was sticking up and making his thong stretch up. Bry smiled and moved in
but cautiously. "N, I just might be one a the ones who beat you to the
center...."

"Who are better..." Jordan picked his head up, It's not over until the last
fighter is left standin; victorious, the rest of us are just fodder...let's
try to go out in style then...bellies ripped up and wounded all over...."

"You are crazy!"

"I'm the sanest one here! I'm talking about us dying in here, all of us but
one, the BEST ONE! Maybe even MEEEE!" As he moved in, Jordan brought his
sword up with one hand and it hit Bry's hip and the smaller kid yelped. He
grabbed his hip with his sword hand but then waved it as Jordan came at him
full force again. Bry gasped and backed off, and rather proudly announced
to the older Jordan, "Now, ya gonna die..." And he swung again but as he
did, Jordan just jabbed and his sword jabbed...directly into Bry's nice
navel. Bry bent and stopped his motion. He fell to one knee. His other leg
was bent and nearly wobbled. It all stopped for him. Jordan just held his
sword in the boy's bare and tight belly. The eyelid/lazy navel, lemon drop
belly button was invaded and greatly. Bry sucked in. Air came out. Jordan
dug in a bit and then pulled out magnificently. He waved his sword as the
kid sunk. Bry fell, his legs curling up in a fetal position. Gasping his
last gasps and coughing.

Jordan followed, "It's all gonna end like this for all of us, most of
us. There are others, quicker, faster, better fighting with weapons...even
better than me..." He=2 0stabbed Bry as Bry tried to rock his body away
from Jordan. Right in his upper stomach and Bry rocked the other way to get
rid of the pain. Jordan unplugged the kid's soft upper stomach and invaded
the navel area again and on a different angle. "Got ya good." The smaller
kid gasped and curled up some more. Then he arched his back, getting his
feet down on the floor and trying to stand. Jordan raised the sword high up
over his head and brought it crashing down onto Bry's navel and belly, out
the back and into the hard floor below. Jordan marveled, not at the
burgeoning dick, but at Bry's stomach muscles, which were so soft, now hard
with the battle of keeping him alive, forcing their hardness to stick out
but then to harden more and stick in as the boy's body battled the
unavoidable death grip. "Ohhhh!" Bry's first orgasm came and shot.

Jordan continued to amaze at Bry's stomach. What looked like an undefined
but slightly chubby boy, now turned to amazing cut abs as they fought the
unfightable battle of keeping up against the pain of the sword invasion to
boy meat. He had a six pack under some slight chub. And they now stood out
and were totally defined. Jordan smiled and moved the sword in a new angle
and found untouched boy meat.

And he sunk. Hips back down to the ground. Jordan wiggled the sword around
and Bry wiggled with it and more cum squeezed out, then exploded as Bry's
cries and gasps came to a rise. Jordan nodded. "That's right, that's right,
deal with me, kid." Bry lost it and died. How the stomach changed, he
noted, Jordan did. Right before Dalton slammed his sword into his navel,
through it, out his back and out again. And in again. Jordan looked at
it. "Ohhhhhhh! That ahh....that...that's just's such a bitch! Ain't that
fair? I don't belieeefffffaaaa..." He fell back and his back hit the ribs
and stomach of his fallen foe, Bryan. He landed hard on the soft boy and
felt the boy's guts on his formerly dry back. He leaned back over and
trying to get up and off the kid, he cam out of his thong and his dick
split and spat. He died with a great huff on his mouth and a pained
expression.

Bertram and Edward were evenly matched. They were fighting for a long time
and their fighting took them to a smaller hallway open to the one the
others were fighting in.

Brad was against Innout's Metro; and Eli was against Igno's Dan, who had a
red bandanna around his head and a pale body. Metro's dick stood out. The
yellow and gray speedo he wore, evenly dividing his dick area. His smooth
belly was a target for Brad, who was wounded in his wrist by a few shots
from Metro's short sword. Metro's good looking almost Asian face twisted in
smiling glee as he pressed Brad, chest to chest, belly to belly. Brad
kicked him off by bringing up his knee and both boys20fell, as Metro
reached out and grabbed Brad's arm and leg. They tumbled past Dan stabbing
Eli into the wall and Eli rose up against it, on his tip toes and
gasped. Dan jabbed it in some more and turned to face Brad who was raising
his sword up, his arm broken free from Metro. Dan stabbed Brad. The kid
with the slightly big ears and good looking all American face, turned to
look at Dan accusingly. But as Dan stabbed him, Metro rose up with his
sword to try to stab Dan. Dan moved back, removing his sword from Brad's
puckered belly button. Brad slumped as Dan yelled at Metro, "Traitor!"

Metro's move was blocked by Dan, "Not at all. I just wanna finish my
battles my way."

"What's that? Dead?" Dan looked at Metro and then swung, after moving his
sword away from Metro.

"What's that? Dead?" Brad mimicked as he gasped and tried to swing at them
each but they both stabbed him. Two swords in his navel was amazing, he
thought. He arched back and rose up, he would not give to bending over the
point as he'd seen...as he'd done to so many other promising young warrior
boys. "Amazing! Keep it in me as long as you can..."

But it was not to be, for Metro and Dan both wanted to get the advantage on
each other and soon they were clanging swords, fighting each other
again. Wandering in his pain, Brad found himself inadvertently between
them. Metro stabbed into Brad=E 2s side and he WHOMPED there as the sword
went out his other side and nearly slashed Dan's stomach. Dan jumped back
and swung from behind Brad but then moved his sword backward, stabbed
Brad's nice smooth and muscled boy back DEAD CENTER as he told everyone,
"Dead center!" and he kept the sword point going until it crashed out
between ribs and boy meat toward Metro's own chest. Metro jumped back...

Bertram and Edward were savagely trying to stab each other but they were
not making much progress. However, Edward was getting tired as Bertram had
more stamina. "I can last forever..." he told Edward, "And you're about
ready to cave..."

Ed slung his arm inward and his sword backward to confused Bert but Bert
countered it as it came slashing back in a countermove to his own move. It
also swirled and twirled. But it could not fool Bert. Ed knew he was tiring
and he was about to lose and he knew that too. He shook his head to shake
off that negative thought: he would win. Sweating he pushed his sword arm
back and as he threw in another jab, he felt a pain on his ribs. Bertram's
sword just slashed there but as he moved, he kept moving on his heels and
swaying back and forth, he knew that it was a minor wound. He laughed,
"Can't touch this, can ya! Can't touch this! Haha!"

Bertram grew angry, "Hha ha yourself, what happen'N ta you not talking
during our figh t!" Each word was followed by a smack of his sword against
Ed's sword. Ed moved back to catch his breath and to look at his wounded
ribs on his right side. Bert eyed him, fancying him. "Hot boy!"

Beamer was behind this time as Montar took up the front, "Run and don't
stop for shit!" Ian, Dalton, John, Alan, Stefan and Gus ran behind
him. They all stopped, Montar holding out his arms protectively, to block
them, but behind them, the scissors were rapidly closing in on this
hallway. They looked ahead. Beamer pushed forward to the front, "Mon, wha's
the hold up? That thang ZIS right behine us!"

"They're blocking our way, we can't get past them with them fighting like
they are." Montar nodded to the fighting boys ahead.

Cute little Gus pushed forward past all the boy bodies, "Ya, so wadda we
do? Who'd do we help?"

Beamer, uncharacteristically for him, took his short sword and moved on the
boys, "Doesn't matter...we can't waste more time...now..." He moved toward
the fighting Bertram and Ed.

Bert didn't see him, "I got ya now, Edward!" Bertram was closing in on the
tired Edward and Edward moved back but kept his sword arm moving. And
moving. Neither one of them saw Beamer coming. Just as Bert was about to
move his sword at an open stomach as Ed exposed it in his wavering sword
play, Beamer stepped from the side and stuck his sword into Bertram's bare
belly. Bert wore a short cut blue sports shirt. Beamer's hit made it fly up
a bit and made Bert's baseball cap fall right off his head. His head
buckled. "OWWWAHFUKRET! I'm FUK'T!" Bert held the sword in his stomach.

Beamer mouthed, "I'm sorry," and pulled it out. Bert grabbed his ripped
belly and stared at it and then up at Edward.

This was when Dalton stabbed Jordan and brought that big muscled boy's life
to a quick and sticky end.

Over here though, Edward was in the heat of the moment and still afraid
he'd be getting it in his guts so he stabbed his sword into Bert's belly
again and swung it in deeper than Beamer had. In fact, he knew that his
sword, from the tingles it sent up his arm from the wrist, that his sword
found Beamer's former path into Bert's boy girth and cleared a deeper path
from there, holing into the kid's very being. "UGGHHNNHNNRT!"

"You've had it, Berttie boy!" Ed stabbed and pulled out. Ed turned to
Beamer, "Thanks man! Thanks!"

Beamer said, "Just get outta our way!"

Ed turned to twist it into Bert some more. John stabbed him in the stomach,
"I love this shit!" John smiled as Ed sank and held onto him. Bert watched,
Ed's sword still dangling in him. He reached to grab the hilt but he was
unsure for what. To push it in more or=2 0to try to get it out. He wavered
between both but when he grabbed the hilt, his belly uncontrollably shook
OUTWARD and he knew what he would do. He shoved it into himself more and
more and he danced backward with the sword...

Ed twisted on the end of John's sword but John pulled it but Ed held onto
it, "Keep it in me!"

Ed knew John was going to die too if the scissor devices got there fast
enough and Ed was willing to die that way too to keep John there long
enough for that to happen. John looked worried as Ed held onto it and made
a serious face. Then he went wide eyed with fascination as he stuck it in
Ed some more, only shifting the angle so that it stuck straight up in Ed's
upper torso from the inside. "I beg ya, it feels so good!"

John put his head into Ed's head across the sword and pulled it out at the
same time. Ed fell away and sailed into Bert...hitting the sword
hilt...already buried in his enemy's belly up to the black hilt. Bert
grabbed Ed with both hands, letting go of the sword hilt he loved having in
him deeply. He put Ed's side onto the razor sharp edge of the sword that
was in him. Ed's side gushed onto the sword side and it cut him deeper and
his belly flesh met Bert's...and they smacked the wall together with a wet
sickening smack!

Dan stabbed Metro's front upper leg on the left side of his body and this
made Metro go down on t hat leg. Metro looked up, waiting to be stabbed
right in his heart. Dan smiled wildly, glad to have this fight almost
over. Then Metro saw a muscled Stefan laugh one big, "HA" as he stoked a
double forked short sword into Dan's pale belly. Dan went down as Stefan
meant business and fast. Brad, still wandering around, and not yet dead,
was stabbed in the back and out his chest again. By Alan, who laughed. The
boys all ran, Metro tried to follow but fell backward. He looked back and
saw a huge pair of giant scissors making their way down the small hallway!
He knew he'd had it but...

As he tried a futile roll between the scissors, as luck would have it, the
boy triggered a trap door and he fell through it toward a pit....

The boys ran and ran and finally they made it to a new area and the
scissors seemed to stop, actually dropping through the floor. Were the evil
devices following Metro? They wondered. Ian, Dalton, John, Alan, Stefan and
Gus gasped for breath. Beamer and Montar were behind them. Montar said,
"You couldn't help him. Besides," he shrugged, "He might still be alive. We
don't know what kind of pit that was."

Beamer puffed, "Yeah I supposed so."

John smiled, "Beamer, my man. Glad you nailed that kid right in the
belly..."

Alan said, "Yeah, me too. I didn't think you had it in you."

Stefan smiled, "NO, that kid had it in him!9 D He high fived Alan and John.

Beamer nodded, "Stop it. Didn't do it for pleasure..."

"Sure, but your dick tells a different story," Alan pointed a sword at
Beamer's dick area which was wet beneath loin cloth."

"Shit." Beamer said, "Shut up and come on."

"You already did!" John giggled. Beamer had already pushed past him and the
others to check ahead.

Ian looked at Dalton, "What difference does it make if that kid's alive or
dead anyway?"

Dalton shrugged, "Just come on."

Ian followed, "I mean we all have to slay each other once we reach the
middle of this thing anyway."

"Shut up," Dalton said, "Or I'll do you right now."

"You can try," Ian said bravely. Then he just followed again, "Wait for
me."

In near darkness, Metro fell and fell. There was some light from torches
and wall lights lined up vertically on the four walls. It was like an
elevator shaft. Another kid fell through but as he did, he found long
chains hanging from the trap door overhead, "Hang on! Grab on to the
chains!"

Metro grabbed onto the chains, "Derek, that you?"

It was Igno's Derek, the semi muscled semi older boy with light brown
hair. He held onto the chains from the trap door, "Yeah! I'm gonna climb up
and get us both out!"

Metro grabbed the chains but
 it swung, "You doing that?"

"NO!" Derek looked up, "Some kind of swinging mechanism!"

"NOOOO!" Metro looked as he turned. He saw four spikes on the side of the
wall. They were long and majorly thick in their middle but slim and pointed
on the end. The chain had swung out away from the wall and a spotlight
illuminated the four spikes. Metro found his the area below his dick, his
dick, his lower belly, his belly button, all stuck on spikes. He
wiggled. "NO! NO! NO!" He gasped and tried to push himself off the wall,
letting go of the chain. "Derek! Let go of the chain!"

Derek looked down, "What do you mean let go? Are you allright?"

"NAW!" Metro wiggled. "Take your chances and jump! I can't take...take
takkaaaa."

Hearing Metro's pained gasp, Derek let go and fell. His feet landed ontop
of the spikes and it was this hit that gave the spikes a major kick. The
spikes shifted down a bit and gave Metro his last pain and the dying gasp
came from the angered throat of a young boy. Derek looked down just as
Metro looked up to see who landed on the spikes...but he knew. Metro's look
of wanting help did nothing for Derek, who turned away once the light went
out of Metro's eyes. "Man! Shit, what a way to die!"

Derek looked up, "I guess I should be worrying about myself." He turned to
look at the torch not too far above him and reached for it. He had low
hanging black shorts on so he ripped them at the bottom to reach the
torch. He swung the home made rags up, revealing to the dead eyes of Metro
more skin, low sagged short waist band, much peach colored leg muscle and
thigh...to reach the torch, which fell. With his free hand, he grabbed
it. "Gotcha!"

Then he heard a mechanical sound. "Uh oh!" The four spikes, the top one he
was standing on, began to move, ripping Metro's body slowly apart with the
most awful sounds. The top spike moved out of Metro's navel and a long line
of flesh meat tore along it and residue of flesh and lined vein stayed on
it. The spike passed Derek, who moved back and put his feet down onto the
third spike, which ripped out of Metro's dick area, penis intact on the
side of the point, bar a few cuts in it. It still dripped wet cum and
Derek, horrified, felt he wanted, nevertheless to lick some of the thick
meaty load off the head which popped out from the foreskin. Cut now but not
cut! Derek looked as he stepped onto the next bit but Metro's upper body,
cut, fell from the first spike and landed in his arms, he dropped the torch
and it landed onto a new set of spikes below. The spikes Derek was on
slanted up and the points entered his torso: chest, mangling Metro's belly
area with his own. Derek screamed and looked up in agony. The next one
brought up Metro's slipped of f dick and smashed into Derek's lower
belly. The next tore up at Derek through his own lower protruding belly,
mixing Metro's tubing of intestine and boy flesh with his own, jabbing some
and stuffing some into his own, the spikes went vertical against the wall,
meshing and smashing Derek and Metro together, both mixing and getting cut
by the razor sharp spikes! Derek screamed. Another boy fell with
another. The bodies of Derek and Metro were so well meshed and mashed into
the wall, they didn't see them, not that they had time...falling.

Innout's Curly, thin yellow speedo almost on, fell. Swords suddenly turned
sideways so that the four that went up and down were now all
horizontal. Curly with his mate that he fell through with, the older and
bigger Dominic from Jim's camp, used their swords to cross the spikes. They
landed among the spikes with only bruised ribs and their feet dangling
under. Curly looked, "You okay?"

"Yeah," Dominic said, "We can climb up..." he tried to climb up the spikes
by pulling himself up but his ribs on both sides hit the spikes that were
on both sides there. He yelled, "OWWW! No! NO! Don't do it, too sharp!"

"Well..well, then what? We can't just wait here." Curly looked, "Besides, I
can feel myself slipping, my sword. I...I c..can't hold it for long this
way."

Dominic had on only underwear now. He took the remainder of blac k denim
pants off and let them drop. "I...I didn't hear it fall or hit."

Curly shook his head, "I'm going to just let go..."

"NO!" Dom said, "Try climbing up it, it might not hurt you since you're
smaller..."

"Who you callin small?"

Dom looked, "You! No try it!"

Curly tried to climb up and almost fell. Dom yelled, "EASY!" He moved up
and stood on the stop of the spike now. "Hey you're right. Piece of cake."

Dom looks behind him, "Hey see that? A chain? If I could just reach
that..."

"It could be another trap, though," Curly said, pulling his sword to his
side.

"I have to chance it, it's less of a scrap out there then doing what you
did, my body won't take the razor sharps along my ribs..."

"I don't think you should try it."

Dom inched backward toward the end of the spikes, "Just a few inches..."

"Like your dick is," Curly laughed.

"Shut...." Dom reached his arms back behind him and felt the chain, "I...I
think I got it."

"Yeah you have it, can you swing out?"

"Yeah!" Dom said, his muscles tense and his navel protruding from effort,
amid a sea of semi chunky boy flesh. His shorts sagged far below his
navel. A bit of boy fuzz appeared and lead the=2 0way downward toward his
dick start.

Curly looked down, "Mmmmm, can't wait to get out of here and enjoy me some
of that shit."

"Shut up!" Dom grabbed the chain and swung out on it, "Yeah! I'm free!"

"Can you climb up....to me?"

Suddenly the spikes inched out some more from the walls, about three
feet. This made Curly fall onto them but he managed not to fall between
them. He used his sword to block his fall but his legs were cut up a bit
from the spikes' sides. The big belly of Dom was licked by the point of one
of the spikes. "AWWRG! Right in my belly button! But it's not bad...it's
not..." Then the spike smacked forward in a fast jab in but not out. Dom
arched backward and tried to swing away from the spike! This only made him
swing back onto it and the spike thudded into his stomach hole with a sharp
wet loud crunch of boymeat! "OWWWWWZAAAAAAAARRTTGHGTITT!"

Curly stood up again, "DOM!" He tried to reach out.

The other spikes found their way into Dom's side, just. They tore up what
they could on his sides but he was impaled on the one. Then the spikes did
something unexpected...again. The corner one went upward slowly. He moved
back and the spike caught his chest area and ripped off some skin. "OH NO!"
Curly had jumped off it to the other three but the one he was on went down
slowly but faster tha n the first one.

Dom looked up, "Curly, kill me!"

"Got my own problems!" Curly gasped as the one he was on, the third one,
was the one Dom was impaled on. It came up fast! "NOOOO!" It carved into
him and made him fall sideways. He clung onto the spike and came face to
face with Dom, blood on Dom's lips. Curly looked at him, "We almost made
it!" He felt his ribs being razored and Dom's belly was mangled as Curly
fell onto the spike. Curly felt his weight making him get dug into the
spike more and more until his ribs were smashed in and the metal of the
spike was in his middle. He was soon facing Dom body to body, both on the
spike now. "DAMN! HURTssssssaahhhhh!" He kissed Dom's bloody mouth and Dom
returned the favor, devouring Curly's mouth and covering his lips with his
own.

Their spike rose up, causing Dom to slid onto Curly, bodily. Curly was
about to get crushed. As their bodies slid on the spike, they were cut up
some more and mangled insides met and caused more pain than they thought
possible. Dom's heavier body landed onto Curly but as this happened the
last spike went downward and cut them on the sides, shaving off all skin
there. They screamed and the spike they were on hit the wall and their body
parts flew off the wall, arms, legs, bellies, intestines, even lips...

Igno's Jago, Igno's Lowe, Jim's Trent, and Innout's Blake were i n a hall,
fighting against a large number of boys who had spears that they scooped up
from the fallen. On the other side were Innout's Jacondorâ€"the long
haired skinny boy; Innout's Dwayne, Igno's Trent, Igno's Shawn and Daniel
and Skate. Innout's Dietch was also helping that side. Innout's Eros and
Brow were off to the side with their hands on one spear, pushing each other
using it. Eros was yelling, "This is mine!"

Brow gasped, "This is the only one left!"

Eros has a purple and green striped black speedo on. While his brother Brow
had on a black speedo with no stripes. "Just because you're my brother,
doesn't mean I have to let you!"

Brow was shorter and a bit chubby, "I know! I'm stronger!"

"Like hell!" Eros said, taller and older, "Let's flip for it!"

Brow said, "NO!"

Eros said, "I meant flip you for it!" He dropped his grip on the spear,
surprising Brow and bent down, put his arms under Brow's crotch and flipped
him bodily.

Brow yelled, "OWWWW!" He fell onto his head. But he never lost his grip on
the spear.

Eros reached for the spear but Brow held it up and it grazed Eros's tight
boy belly which was bare by the revealing speedo. "Why you!!!"

The fight nearby them was vicious. Jago, Lowe, Trent and Blake, armed with
only long swords, were putting down some o f the spear boys. Blake rammed
the point of his sword into the bare belly button of Innout's Dwayne, a
skinny but muscular black boy. Dwayne would take a long time to die. Blake
told him so, "It's gonna take a nice strong guy like you a long time to die
with that kinda belly wound! Die black boy!" Blake pulled back and Dwayne
reacted. He fell back, wide eyed, dropped his spear and fell to one side,
holding himself up with one arm on the wall, then the floor as he drooped
toward it.

Dwayne gasped, holding his curvy belly, tightening his abs but not
succeeding at anything other than getting his massive black cock out of his
shorts and having it drip with pre cum and then cum as he jerked, "AWWW,
this is the way I was meant to die! The way a warrior like me was to go
out...thanks, Blake!"

Blake shoved his sword into another boy, Igno's Trent (not to be confused
with Jim's Trent), "NO problem! Glad to have gladiatored you to death,
kid!"

Trent, skinny, smooth little dude, in thin speedo, had his dick pop out,
his belly button stuck. "OH ain't this a bitch! And me not able to cum yet!
Damn!" His head jerked back as Blake tore the sword out and the baseball
hat Trent wore, fell off, into Blake's face.

Blake snarled, "Get this thing outta my face!"

Meaty blond Shawn, with his outtie bellybutton set against a stout almost
flat belly, had nodded to Igno's s kinny but wide hipped ribbed kid Daniel
as well as to Skate. Skate was a blond with long hair, a surfer type but he
was on skates and his navel was sort of puckered outward. It had a deep
dark tip but it was an outtie and an innie but primarily an outtie. The
trio had focused their spearheads on Blake now. They converged just as the
baseball hat flew into Blake's face. Falling, however, Trent got in their
way. They stuck his body and he was speared in the sides and the belly all
over again. Shawn yelled, "Get outta my way!" He managed to get his spear
to Blake's sword and as he did, Daniel and Skate also did. Blake jumped
back but was too late. The trio managed to knock his sword down to the
floor. Shawn, Daniel, and Skate moved at the more muscled but weaponless,
blond Blake.

Eros let go of the spear and his brother shoved it up to get him, "Oh yea,
well, we'll see..." He saw Dwayne's fallen spear and moved for it.

Brow was recovering and began to stand up and saw his brother reached for
the spear. "Can't let him..."

He shoved but Eros was fast. Eros has snatched up the spear and jabbed it,
turning quickly. He was half standing, half bent; so was Brow. They had
effectively speared each other in the belly! They both let out a short
sharp gasp, loud, then two lower ones. They bent over each other's weapon
points and their navels were trashed. They then both realized they had s
tabbed their brother and both moved back a bit. This made their stomachs
feel a bit better but also a bit harder as they realized they were
stabbed. The points moving out left an open gaping wound and the air inside
made them feel the pain more, seconds after. The spears were not out long
when they both grew more angry than before. "You stabbed me ! Your own
brother!" The anger made them renew their thrust and the next thrusts made
the spears go in deep. They tried to arch off the spear points but both
guessed the spear shafts were in so deep now that this would be their
end. So they decided to, "Have fun with it!" Eros stood, erect and cumming
through his speedo, which pointed at the front, nearly snapped off. He
shoved, manly, into his own brother's belly. His brother got low and made
believe he was falling...

"I..I can't take it, pluzzzzz...puh lease....brother, you suppose to be
...you suppose to protect me."

As Eros looked at him, an expression of savagery changed to one of pure
sorrow and guilt, and he started to move his spear out, even though Brow's
spear was still in his belly button. "I can take it and I...I...mmmmmm,
feels good. I'm sorry, Brow, hold still, it might not be
fatallllllllllllllllllll!"

On this last syllable, Brow laughed and plunged the spear up with both
hands now and stood at the same time. The spear popped in so far it went
out Eros's back but Brow undid it and plunged again...this time the spear
jabbed out Eros's anus! "DIE!"

"SAME AT YOU little brother!" Eros jiggled a death dance but as he did he
managed to poke the spear through Brow's body and out his upper back. They
fell onto each other, spears holding them up and their arms sagged and laid
onto each other's shoulders, dropped from there and onto each other's
hands, as if they were holding hands. They died at the same time, perhaps
Eros lasting a few seconds after his little brother.

Three warrior boys came at the weaponless Blake. Blake screamed, "SHIT!" He
looked at the three converged at him, poking their spears at his tight
muscled manly abs. They didn't score any hits to write home about...yet.

This was when Trent gasped his last but no one noticed. Dwayne was still
breathing and limping along the wall, trying to hold himself up.

Blake yelled, "C'mon, wimp pussies, let's see what you made of!"

"We gonna see what you made of from the inside out!" Shawn laughed as he
rushed with both hands on the spear, "GET HIM NOW!"

As Shawn rushed in, Blake grabbed the spear and held it but the others came
at him, one knicking his side with the spear point. It was then that Lowe
and Jago, having done away with Dietch and having wounded Jacondar, moved
in and used their swords on the unsuspecting Daniel and Skate. Skate skated
back, hi s side being wounded badly by Jago. Lowe went full force at
Daniel's little tuckered in belly and stabbed him. Daniel was dead before
he hit the floor, his spear rolling. Skate skated off, holding his spear.

Dwayne called to him, "He...hel...hap...halp. I wan sumone to see meh
die...." He held his butchered belly and fell.

Jago called to Blake, "Blake, get out of here."

"No way!"

"We're outnumbered...." Jago said, "More are coming to help them..."

Lowe nodded, "Yeah, we want you to be the one who can make it out...to get
to the middle of the maze and survive...."

"We can't, but you are strong..."

Blake looked, "I..."

"GO! We can hold off these pussies!"

"But I can't leave you!"

The fallen spear was already picked up by a new comer. A kid with long
straight blond hair, Jim's Trey. He rushed at them with gusto.

Blake had the spear attached to Shawn so he shoved the end into Shawn who
laughed, "Wrong side, not the side that matters, faggit!"

"Got him!" Jago moved his sword in from the side and nailed Shawn's tight
belly button. "Oh, that's hard, dude, you got a nice belly! You're hot!"

Shawn gasped and held his spear at Blake, "I ...I...no, you
didn't....just...no...man, you are bot h so hot too, I just wanted to feel
what I'd be like to kill sumbody..."

Lowe met up with Trey's spear with his sword. He grabbed it and shoved it
behind him, bringing Trey up to him and then with his other hand he moved
Trey's arm, grabbing it. He swung Trey around and shoved him onto Shawn's
spearpoint, "Here's your last wish! Get him!"

Shawn shoved it in. Trey, it was obvious, loved getting the spear in his
navel, through it, and out the back. The two fell to their knees, spear
dangling out Trey's boy back. Shawn shoved until he could shove no
more. Jago removed his sword from Shawn's belly to meet the spear thrusts
of Jacondar, who was wounded. "We got this, get outta here before..."

"More coming!" Jim's Drake, Calvin, and Cally came running, picked up
fallen spears and moved at them. Innout's Tric and Jonas came as well and
while they didn't find fallen spears, they had two swords each in their
hands. Innout's Corred and Code also came running.

Code said, "We are a large group, you three can't hope to out fight us!"

Jago met his sword with a sword, "We sure can try!"

Blake leaned on Jago's shoulder, "You sure?"

"YEAH! GO ON!"

Blake looked from Jago to Lowe, "I won't forget you."

He ran down a corridor. Jacondar, seeing this, ran after him, holding his
wound ed side. He had a spear with him. "I'll take care of your hero..."

Drake yelled, "Take care of these little shits now! There's just two of
them!"

Part Ten:

Jim's Trent, Igno's Lowe and Jago were holding off a large contingent of
boys including Innout's Tric and Jonas, added to Jim's Drake, Calvin, and
Cally. Innout's Corred and Code came to help against Lowe, Jago, and Trent.

Jacondar has left, wounded, holding a spear, to find and slay the
weaponless muscle boy known as Blake. Skate had skated off to fight another
day, also slightly wounded.

Dwayne finally let go of the wall he was holding onto as if it would keep
him alive. He also finally let go of the ghost as he died, his belly button
a hole of pain, a tunnel of turgid death. He fell and gasped a dying long
lasting one.

Calvin and Cally were identical twins, with thick outtie vertical belly
buttons, slightly Irish looks, small but hard bodied. They had feathered
back hair and hard strong faces and jaw lines, their chests were not much
to write home about but they more than made up for that with their managing
of the spears they held. They rushed Jago as one.

Handsome but big eared young Lowe fought against the older and more muscled
Drake. Lowe taunted Drake however. "Hey Drake, you gay boy, why carry a
shield?"

It was true. Drake had a shield and a sword. He nodded, "You won't have to
worry about20that, will you? In a few moments, I'm gonna ram this here
sword in ya!"

"Big talk!" Lowe countered Drake's sword moves move for move. Drake sweated
and the sweat combed his muscled nicely toned cut abs as well as the rest
of his body.

Corred was even bigger than Drake and more bulky in arms and chest, big
impossible chest and nipples, his head had a shock of long hair hidden
beneath a gray wool snow hat. His eyes were dead and wild at the same time,
his enemy, Jim's Trent noted. He had on denim pants, hanging low. Jim's
Trent had on blue gym shorts with white stripes down the side and he was
going wild in them. "Like me?" Corred asked.

Trent nodded and met Corred's massive sword with a side swipe, "Sure,
what's not to like! You're fuckin hot!" Trent recovered and struck out
against Corred's sword immediately, "DEAD but hot!"

Corred swung over his head, "I like you kid, you've got spunk..." He
crashed the sword down on Trent's sword and split it in half, "AND I CAN'T
WAIT TO SEE THAT WHITE BOI SPUNK ALL OVER YOUR SLOWLY BREATHING DYING
TORTURED GUT!"

Trent abandoned his sword hilt and jumped onto the floor, hands flat down,
feet up. His feet thrust up and punched Corred's chin. Corred, not ready
for this move, was thrown back, jaw first. Trent moved quickly and used
both hands to try to pry the sword hilt from Corred's hand but the bigger
and much older boy was too strong and he held it. He even lifted Trent with
him as he lifted his sword. Trent reached up with his feet, effectively
crawling up Corred's striated muscular neck to use his feet to pull the
wool over Corred's eyes. Corred was balking at this the whole time,
"Useless moves, little boy, yu is dead meat! DEAD when I git ya!"

"You have to GIT me first," Trent said, his hands still trying to pry the
sword from Corred's hands.

Jago lost his sword and stood there as the twins rushed both spears at his
guts. He ducked down, the spears hit the wall behind him. Jago recovered
his sword right away and stood up in the middle of the spears and twins,
having ducked under and moved closer. Calvin turned his spear at Jago but
Jago grabbed it with his free hand and maneuvered it into Cally's hot
underscored belly button and shoved; at the same time, Jago opened his arm
and spread his sword so far that the point jabbed into the rushing
Calvin. Calvin and Cally were stabbed at the same time. Both let out gasps
of hot hard air. Jago nodded, "Good fighters, dead boys!" He stabbed his
sword in but moved Calvin closer to Cally so that the spear found deadly
accuracy in the latter's belly guts under the hard button which was
effectively gone now! "AAAAHHHHH!" Jago yelled a victory cry. Then a lower
one huffed out as he pulled his sword out. But20Cally, stuck, still had his
spear and he raised it up as he fell away and jabbed it into Jago's belly
button. Cally gasped in air and out again as he undid his cut off
denims. He began to use both hands on his cock, the pain in his bellybutton
mixing with the pleasure of his cock engaging and engorging. He jerked as
he fell back but Calvin, holding his stuck guts, ran at the spear and as
his twin fell away to huff into death, Calvin got a good grip on the spear
which dangled end on low. He fell to one knee but managed to jab it up into
Jago.

"Blake." Was all Jago could say.

Calvin didn't listen but stabbed, "You're finished!" JAB. "Finished!" JAB
JAB THRUST INTO HARD JAGO BELLY. "TOTALLY FINISHED BOY!" Then he fell.

He watched as Jago tried to walk, the spear end dangling at the
ground. Jago looked and tried to pull it out. He stumbled a bit, made a few
steps off, tried to call his comrades but they were too busy. He reached
out but fell and his body was between the spear and the floor and he slid
along the spear, the end on the ground. His belly was punctured through and
through by the spear as he slid along it and met the ground, covering it in
thick wet protruding cum, mixing it with others' cum already meshed around
on the ground. With blood and guts too. "Blake, survive, Blake." Jago was
wet underneath by his own fluids as well as others he slew.

Cally w as laying on his side as his dick opened up and the flood gates of
his head opened flapping with a great sucking sound. The parting left some
strings between the slit but those vanished as the great tsunami gushed out
and spilled over the floor and even sideways some of it managed to jet up
into the air like some volcanic fury! Cally's echoed pain sounds made into
pleasure giggles!

Calvin nodded as he heard his twin die and then he crawled toward Jago and
fell over Jago's bare back, holding onto the spear. There was now no room
between the ground and and Jago's belly, spear completely stuck in. Jago's
arms were still bent as though trying to push himself off the
spear. "Uhhhhhhhh," they all said as they died. Calvin died content now, on
his back and jerking to his foam. He died in mid cumming and never
experienced the full effect, the burning in his dick cuming up and going
back down as he died, his thick vein losing the full bloody effect of
pumpery!

Code was a big boy too not as skinny as muscled Drake nor as muscled. He
was also not as pumped as Corred but he was smooth skinned and yet hard in
his own way. He had a ferret like face with slick brown curls and a short
cut ripped at the bottom green top on. It had no sleeves, they had been
ripped off. His entire wide belly from hip to hip was exposed and he wore
just skimpy white underwear, also ripped at the top and bottom,
dramatically and sexually almost falling off=2 0him. He had a curved
Arabian sword and he was fighting to try to stick Trent who was holding
onto Corred's sword fist. Corred yelled at him, "Get back, you'll stick
me!"

Code snapped, "Not me. I'm a pro! I'll get this little bugger!"

Trent held the sword arm enough to get the sword Corred waved around into
Code's exposed belly and Code fell back, holding his guts. He then took his
own sword, "I fall upon it." He fell on his own sword and smiled, and in a
deep effected voice nodded and said, "Feels good!"

Corred used his free hand to push his hat back up off his eyes and then
punch Trent's bare back. Trent yelped and fell off Corred's fist. Trent
fell to the floor. He bent up in pain. "Now little man, now! Now you die!"
He stopped to make a muscle with both arms. On the floor, Trent rolled and
his hands moved to the ground to bear his pain. He found a circular shaft
under one hand. Corred moved to stab Trent but Trent held up a spear and at
an angle from below, he held it as Corred moved to stab him. He thrust it
up and it split Corred's belly button slit amid the slightly chubby, yet
very muscled hard stomach! Corred gasped, "NOOOO! You are pposedta die not
I!"

Trent jumped up and shoved, angling the spear now at a better position. He
jerked it in. From behind Trent more boys came. Jim's Jamie (with glasses
on!), Bryan, Lil=2 0Aaron, Jordan, Barton, and Jimmy all came, each with a
deadly weapon, these more exotic than the regular swords, spears, and
knives. One hit Trent from behind and another jabbed a knife into his
kidney on the left side. Another twirled him around and stabbed him in his
little bellybutton. The rest converged on Trent and surrounded him. Trent
yelled, "Come on, finish it!" They did. They came at him and when they
parted from his little body, his dick was out and springing up from the top
of his gym shorts, springing as in water fountaining. Cumming. One load hit
a kid in the eyes. Jamie's glasses were needing windshield wipers for the
cum was draped all over them. Cum Trent shot at them. His cum hit Bryan in
the belly button and filled it. It hit Lil Aaron's too but draped on the
outtie, dripped there. Off it. Trent's torso was filled with exotic
stabbing weapons, all embedded in his nice boy skin. His navel was gone,
crushed beneath some Klingon like weapon. An exotic knife with points on
both ends was carved into his side. Yet Trent lived. Jimmy nodded, "That IS
one tough little son of a bitch! GO ON TRENT, SHOW EM HOW TO DIE WELL!"

Trent moved at them. Barton smiled and nodded, "He ain't shit." Barton
picked up a spear and jabbed in the only part of his lower boy belly that
didn't have a piercing weapon dangling in and out of it. He jabbed the
spear in and twisted. Trent's throat made some kind of=2 0sounds, as if it
was not sure to suck air in or out and did both at the same time. Trent
twisted, his head moving from side to side.

Lowe yelled, "Bastards!"

"Yeah bastards!" Corred yelled, "Get this outta me! Donut waste time on
him! Help me! I can live if....oh...oh ....oh my..." Corred fell forward
and the spear shot into his belly burning everything in its path. Corred,
big lug, fell flat with a huge shaking sound and gyration. His big uncut
dick beneath him, squirmed out and shot sideways.

Lil Aaron said, "OH COOL!"

Bryan looked, "Oh man, we won. I guess..." He undid his thong and started
to jerk over Code's still shaking body.

"Not yet, there's still him," Jamie pointed to Lowe, who was with his back
to the wall, still sword fighting Drake. Wildly.

"Eureka!" Lowe said as he made Drake drop his sword. Drake held up the
shield.

"I'll help ya!" Jamie came running toward Drake.

"No!" Drake yelled, "No one interfere. I'm gonna do him myself!" The other
boys all came behind Drake to watch. This didn't bother Lowe at all. Lowe
smiled and thought to himself, he can still live through this. The boys all
watched a sardonic grin on their faces as they knew Lowe was done for, even
if he managed to somehow kill Drake. "And shut up!" Drake wanted them to
stop his egging on of him a nd their shouts of "Get him" " stick the
fucker" "poke him dead" and more, stopped.

Lowe looked, "You their leader?" Lowe tried to sword Drake but the shield
kept getting in the way." Lowe hit it over and over and over
again. "Touché! Gotcha now!" Lowe hit paydirt as he made hit that shield
so hard, it knocked it from Drake's hand. Drake stood defenseless and yet
did not back away. Lowe's sword was at Drake's navel and ready to
thrust. "You're dead now!" The other boys moved back, opening their circle,
fearing Lowe's ambitiousness and callous bravery. And something in his
voice.

But Lowe didn't notice Drake's shield hand had a gauntlet, a bracelet like
affair. Drake held it in place where it had once held the shield. "Wha?"
Lowe asked as Drake used his other hand to hit the bracelet. A mini sword
poked out and the point was just touching Lowe's puckering navel! Lowe
moved back but his belly at the bottom was sticking out and his upper abs
moved back in an awkward move. Jamie smiled and watched. Drake moved in on
Lowe quickly and as Lowe tried to move back, Drake just stepped in and
shoved the knife blade into Lowe who stumbled and jerked forward, helping
Drake to stab him as he stabbed himself onto the sword from the
bracelet. "OWWOH!"

Drake twisted it in and Lowe held Drake's arms and they embraced. "Die
brave
 one. But die you shall. Not brave enough."

Lowe looked up at Drake, "Unfair..." He saw Drake's eyes. Drake fell into
Lowe's eyes. Drake bent his lips down to Lowe's and they licked each
other's outer mouths, then locked lips, Lowe bit Drake's mouth, lower lip
and upper and then dove his tongue into Drake's but bit Drake's tongue as
it tried to stick into his mouth. Drake yelled but kissed Lowe anyway,
"Kiss of death?"

"Whatelse? You're too hot to let live," Drake smiled and kissed him hard
even as he dug in deeper and harder with the sword knife. Lowe jerked up
and his hips flew back, his hips jerked back at Drake and he fired a HUGE
dam sized cum load up Drake's muscled abs and along his chest to over his
shoulder and some of it split there and volleyed into his reddish blondish
hair! Drake nodded. "Yeah boy! Yeah boi!!! Yeah!"

Drake unstuck Lowe, who stepped back a few feet. He saw all the boys
looking at him. They smiled and held weapons they retrieved from Trent's
still warm but unmoving body. They held the weapons up as if to say,
"You're getting these in you next. You're next."

Lowe didn't want his body stuck anymore. He felt fine with this one jab
wound. And he knew it was fatal. Felt the cushion like mangling inside
him. And if that was not enough, Drake rushed him one more time, yelling
like a madman, and
 jabbed him again with the same weapon. Lowe was held over Drake's
shoulder, the older and taller boy bending down to jab him one more
timeâ€"harder even than before. Twisting it and jerking it every which
way. Belly button gone, intestines twined around it. Cut. Drake stood back
to examine his handiwork and smiled and shook his head. He nodded to the
others then to cum (for many were already) and do their thing on Lowe's
still alive, still standing body. Lowe looked at them and for the first
time fear was in his eyes and grimace. He didn't want to be molested as he
died, just feel the great pain ache of death by belly button. He didn't
want the other pokes to take away from that. He gulped. "no..."

Whether or not the new arrivals would have spared him or speared him, Lowe
could not say. He just took it with a large amount of satisfaction that the
new boys behind the ones behind Drake were going to slay them. Swords
exited belly buttons. "Shit," Bryan said as he shook his dick off from his
first cumming. A point came out his belly button. His dick rose again, fast
and furious, sticking up with blood inside it and then blood zipping out
his navel.

Jim's Jamie was cleaning off his glasses but he felt something. "Oh no, is
that?" He put his glasses back on and looked down. A thin saber point
protruded out his belly button. "Damn! It is!" He shut his eyes and threw
his head back. Hi s dick soon protruded out again as long as the saber,
both vying for length. Both wet, one with cum, one with blood, soon both to
be mixed with the other. Jamie tried to dance away but the boy behind him,
slapped a strong hand on his bare shoulder and held him in place, the boy
behind him feeling the bony shoulder and thrusting with relish and glee.

Lil Aaron, Jordan, Barton, and Jimmy all stood. Jordan looked down,
"Something's feeling fine in my belly..." He looked down. "Hey man! Back
stabbers! Fuck!" He bent down but the guy behind him shoved his hand in
front and pulled the kid back up so that he had to stand that way. An arm
came up along side the front of Jordan and held him in place. Jordan could
feel the killer's hot dick burning up against his bare back and knew this
kid was going to fountain up a cum stream along his back any moment. PHEW!
SHOOSH! THERE IT WAS and it felt hot. "HOT!" Jordan arched back and hit the
kid's head with the back of his own but as the kid yelled and screamed he
also got mad and thrust in and up, making the sword dig up into the
interior of Jordan's upper chest from inside! Jordan gasped and struggled
with himself and turned. "DAMNNIT MAN OHHHHHHH! FUCK! ME!"

Barton gasped, "LOOKATME, I'm an outtie!" He referred to the dangling new
bellybutton of wood that came out his former innie navel. "I always wanted
to get me one of tho se...only didn't think it would hurt so much, the wood
would."

The guy behind him said, "Oh man, dude, just why don'chat shut up and die."

Jimmy managed to elbow back and hit his killer and he turned, the sword let
go by his killer. He turned to face Jim's Shultz and he ran at him,
embraced him with open arms and stuck the sword point into Shultz's navel
and hugged him. Shultz gasped and they both fell and jerked, Jimmy on top
and kicking. Everyone alive that could, watched. Shultz and Jimmy
struggled. As they did, their dicks met in a kind of fight/wrestle/sex
way. Their dicks wrapped around each other like fighting pythons. Slick,
wet, tongues battling to find supremacy, not realizing both would perish,
yet somehow knowing that only one would die first and that seemed all that
mattered. "I can take it, you die first," Shultz said but he reached from
under Jimmy and it was clear he could not take it. Jimmy acted as though he
were fucking Shultz and in a way he was. He was fucking him with the sword
out his belly and into Shultz's navel. Jimmy held onto the ground. Shultz
held onto Jimmy, tried to push him away a few times. Their dicks wrapped
around each other, flopped away, grew thick and strong, get in the way, cam
wildly like undersea storms poking free, ripping at the surface of the
ocean. Shultz tried to get away but died as the others all laughed. Shultz
collapsed. Jimmy unstuck the belly but tried t o recover. He gasped and his
head fell alongside Shultz. Someone stuck them with a sword between them,
effectively slicing both bellies as one, at once, since they were on each
other! The tension of both died with them.

Lowe nodded as Drake had a spear out his navel and it was moved around by
the guy behind him. Drake looked at Lowe for some mercy and some help. As
if I could give it, Lowe thought. "I'm enjoying this, Drake, why not you
enjoy the death ride too..."

Drake gasped, "Fuck off and die you scum!"

"What's this?" The one who speared Drake saw the knife in the bracelet,
"Isn't that sweet?" He jabbed it into Drake's own smooth unblemished lower
belly meat. Drake reacted and gasped. This killer moved it around and
recited the hokey pokey, "Move it on in and shake it all around, move on up
and move it on in, and move it on down, shake it all around, and that's
what it's all about?" all the while doing what the lyrics said. Drake's
body looked like a big jigsaw puzzle carved up. His carcass soon fell. He
was one of the first to die in this new attack. "Dick."

After having their fun, the attackers all let their victims drop off them,
some trailing cum, some just trailing blood, the victims all cumming
profusely. Lowe looked as all his attackers lay dying. He felt
vindicated. He also felt his navel pain giving way to a spreading pain all
over
 his body. "Thanks guys, thanks." He grabbed his belly button and
collapsed. Someone put a sword in it to finish him off faster.

Standing there in triumph were Jim's Willy, Tex, Jamal, Seth, Igno's Hale,
Barrett, and Innout's Spangle, Rentis, and Jern. Willy nodded, "And for an
encore we win."

"Yeah we are winners," Tex nodded, taking his hat off to the dead, "To Lowe
especially, You fought well, kid, but shoulda been in our group. It was
your choice."

The bronzed Jamal nodded, "Let's get their weapons."

As the boys made move to do so, Jamal's foot hit a small black and white
tile, part of the floor. It moved.

This made something else happen. From the center of the hall, rose a huge
circular thing, not unlike the death machine in LOST IN SPACE's DEADLY
GAMES OF GAMMA SIX. But instead of that machine's wheel holding laser
beams, this one held a variety of other devices. Arrows, which
fired. Swords which flung off and out at them. Spears which launched up and
one spear landed right in the top of Willy's head and out his under jaw.

Tex wrestled with a long spear in his gut hole. "NAW! Not like this!"

A curved jeweled knife ended up in Jamal's tanned belly button. He pulled
it out but yelled and fell to his knees. An arrow hit his navel. He pulled
it out too. He started to convulse and he was not sure if it was from death
or from cumming sexuality. "Fuk!" He leaned on the wall and tried to get up
but he looked down and nodded, "No, not that, not now!" He saw a great big
bulge in his ever tightening speedo. "Don't. No." Trying to hold back his
cumming, pressing his balls together, made them want to cum firing out even
more. He pulled the arrow out, "Damn!"

A large Klingon weapon bolted from the circular stall and cut two fleeing
kids in half: Seth and Hale. Barrett, Spangle and Rentis got arrows in
their backs. Jern slipped down low on the floor but a spear pointed low and
nailed him in the back.

Tex wrestled, "I'm not gonna die like this!" But he knew would as he looked
at the weapon in him and beyond that to his burgeoning dick, thick and cut
and flopping upward to inflate and shoot! Skipping pre cum.

A spear ploughed into Jamal's bellybutton. "RIGHT IN THE GUT AGAIN!" He
grabbed it and found it harder to pull out. Put he pulled it out. It was
wood and made an echo sound as he dropped it and waved his hands around
helplessly. Everyone heard everyone else's dying sounds as they slowly
expired and this made it hotter for everyone. They were glad to die
together. He looked down at his tits, covered with white cum, contrasted to
the thick darkness of them and his whole tanned, gorgeous body. Jamal
gasped, "This sucks!" He shook with burning and added, "But what a way to
die! FUCK=2 0YEAH FEEL THAT BELLY BUTTON!" Then he too died but not before
a knife was thrown by the device into his navel hole...The machine was
empty and silent. It went back into the hole in the ground.

"You guys okay?" Another kid, Jim's Nick, in leopard skin loin cloth, came
to the scene, slowly walking up to it. He saw the bodies, "Shit!" The
machine whirred, came up again, and fired. He turned to run, saying, "Fuck
shit! Did I pick a wrong turn!" An arrow hit him in the back and he
arched. He spun. A sword hit him in the tight stretched out belly, "Aw,
this ain't nothing. I can take this!" A spear joined alongside the
sword. "Puff, nothing! I can stand anything any ole machine can throw at
me! GO ON! GIVE ME SUMTHING I CAN GET CHALLENGED BY!!"

Part Eleven: News reports; stats; body count

MAZE NEWS REPORT

"Well loyal viewers, the Maze game is underway and we've seen a lot over
the past few hours. Well, we've seen many eliminated in the mad rush to get
inside the Maze itself, some actually perishing by their own hands, some
agreeing to kill their own team maters or lovers. Fights to actually get
inside erupted while arrows made short work of some and others got inside
with arrows inside them and lived a long time...we saw many deadly and
bizarre traps inside, guillotines, pits of spikes, jutting sword walls,
walls that move and crush, giant scissor devices, room20traps with ropes
and pulleys and wooden walls of death, and many more including the recent
wheel of death and stabbing. There was some kind of agreement between all
the Asian players to overthrow their own formed teams but it worked against
them and most Asians are either dead, wounded or being used as body armour!
Many decided to form groups, some members being loyal and others turning on
each other. We've seen brother against brother, literally. Nothing seems
barred here. We even saw one member arrowed by a mysterious figure in the
top of the Maze floors. Stats follow but keep in mind that the end of the
game is still far off and away. It is difficult to be accurate when there
are so many combatants and many have the same names, Those listed are
believed to be alive but they may be dead or misnamed and for example one
Rich may be alive while another Rich may be dead. It is easy to make
mistakes in a huge game of this nature and while we try to be accurate,
there could be those listed who are dead and those not listed who are
alive. There were also many late cumers to the game so they may not be on
our lists at all. One thing is for sure, this list will decrease as the
boys make their ways closer and closer to the mysterious center of the
maze. Stats follow:"

Believed alive:

Innout from his own team: Falvor, Holio, Best, Messier, Alan, Bevan, Bose,
Gazel, Hap, Oats, Wardo, Cherin, Jensan, Jen, Mace. tall lanky Cheer,
British Lish, Mopar with his buzzed cut front and circle around his head
and spiky hair that sticks straight up, the Blindfolded Warrior, the
Hispanic Zay, the thick bellied Drey.

Innout picked from Igno's team the following: Chip, Dalton, Eric, Evan,
Fisher, Flint, Gary, Shoney, blond Gary, Hale, Ian, and Jack. Late entries
include: Christian, Chuck, Clay, Cody, Travis, Colin, Colt, Brand, Brennan,
Brendan, Tanner, Chet, Chester, Chad, Carter, Alan, Howie, Barrett, Bobby,
Blink

Innout picked from Jim's team the following: West, Troy, Stefan, Steven,
Soon, Skylar, Rico, Phillip, Luis, Chavo, Lucas, Leo

Jim picked from his own team: Gus, Trent, Bailey, Cartlin, Davey, Richard,
Manuel, Hector, Casey, Chad, Aaron, Alan, John, Alex, Allen, Jenks, Carlos,
Craig, Timmy, Andrew, Cody, Gerry, and Glenn.

Jim picked from Innout's team: Beamer, AJ, Asol, Beau, Billjo, Bobsue,
Bradlee, Curran, Duncan, Evander, Farrel, Russo, Lobe, Mans, Gerral,
Henders, Henry, Ian, Jacondar though wounded, Jenja, Cameron, Jeah, Jenks,
Cooley, Baill, Kern, and Layal.

Jim picked from Igno's team: Zoli, Zeke, Zack, Wyatt, Woody, Andy, Walt,
Vern, Taylor, Timmy, Timothey, Tony, Tom, Scout, Scott, Skate but Skate is
wounded, Skip, Sky, Spike, Stan, Steve, Rankin, Rasp, Red, Reed, Rick,
Rocky, Robert, Ollie, Pablo, Timothy, Sammy, Patrick, Paul, David, and
Pete.

Igno picked from his own team: Peter, Phillip, Quinn, Randal, Ranger, Luke,
Michael, Mickey, Mike, Nate, Brand, Mitch, Nicholas, Nick, Noel, Nolan,
Kenny, Kurt, Kye, Leon, Little Falcon, Jason, Jay, Jeremy, Jerod , Randy,
Jimmy, John, Kay, Gail, Gregory, Greg, Hunter, Harry, Haley, Iolus, Fritz,
Fletcher, Ferris, Jacob, Dane, Daniel, Dewey, Diego, Earl, Edward, and
Dominic and Wade.

Igno picked from Innout's team: Svenic, Otin, Alan, McDuff, Meho, Montar,
Lyon, Wilhelm, Warrack, Uncor, Sperry, Pitaro, Onthel, Scarl, Tark, Clear,
Most, Glar, Dagor, Foster, and Blake.

Igno picked from Jim's team: Jamal, Seth, Mick, Robert, Connor, Ryan,
Mitch, Derek, Greg, Cal, Chris, Eric, Billy, Foley, Benny, Cort, Zen,
Goldie, Dawson, and the older Jordan.

"Okay, that's about it, hoping your loved ones are not among those not
listed. Or something. And now enjoy the continued action...of the MAZE..."

PREVIOUSLY ON THE MAZE

The boys ran and ran and finally they made it to a new area and the
scissors seemed to stop, actually dropping through the floor. Were the evil
devices following Metro? They wondered. Ian, Dalton, John, Alan, Stefan and
Gus gasped for breath. Beamer and Montar were behind them. Montar said,
"You couldn't help him. Besides," he shrugged, "He might still be alive. We
don't know what kind of pit that was."

Beamer puffed, "Yeah I supposed so."

John smiled, "Beamer, my man. Glad you nailed that kid right in the
belly..."

Alan said, "Yeah, me too. I didn't think you had it in you."

Stefan smiled, "NO, that kid had it in him!"  He high fived Alan and John.

Beamer nodded, "Stop it. Didn't do it for pleasure..."

"Sure, but your dick tells a different story," Alan pointed a sword at
Beamer's dick area which was wet beneath loin cloth."

"Shit."  Beamer said, "Shut up and come on."

"You already did!"  John giggled.  Beamer had already pushed past him and
the others to check ahead.

Ian looked at Dalton, "What difference does it make if that kid's alive or
dead anyway?"

Dalton shrugged, "Just come on."

Ian followed, "I mean we all have to slay each other once we reach the
middle of this thing anyway."

"Shut up," Dalton said, "Or I'll do you right now."

"You can try," Ian said bravely. Then he just followed again, "Wait for
me."

AND NOW ... THE MAZE 12



and this is unfinished currently...