Date: Sat, 16 Aug 2008 10:25:53 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO  106--back to Nolo

He was blond, curvaceous, and handsome in a cute face kind of way. He was
also tied to a semi thick stake in the ground in what was once his own
arena. His wrists were tied behind his back and over his head to the stake
and he was dead. The redheaded boy, large chest, sturdy frame, looked over
the hot young body of the blond. Not even peach fuzz. No, wait, Bazian
thought he saw the slightest bit of peace fuzz on that lightly tanned
belly. The limp belly just hung there, the big gaping wound in the belly
button having completely obliterated the once fine innie/outtie. Just as
Bazian, no longer sporting a yellow strip down the middle of his bright red
hair, looked on, the blond boy belly came to life, moving in and out again,
that navel totally healed right before Bazian's green/blue eyes, which
twinkled with life. The freckle faced boy looked at the blond, "Nolo,
welcome back...again."  Bazian sighed. He held the knife in his hand
sturdy-like. It was a red knife. A special knife.

"Ohhh, please," Nolo looked up, his head tired from hanging chin. "Please,
aren't you sick of this?"

Bazian held the knife up to Nolo's chest, "Frankly!...yeah."  He patted the
knife harmlessly into his other hand's open palm. "I have..."

From the other side of the arena where the gates lead to an wider corridor
which lead to gates outside, a dark boy came over. "I haven't. And by the
way, Bazian, it's my turn so hand it over, okay?"  He smiled in a friendly
way. This boy was a year younger than Bazian and was dark tanned all over
his shapely body. He was still a bit ribby but he had wide hips and nice
skin smoothly stretched out between them, with a hint of a hair trail from
his belly button downward, leading the way. He had this wide open
infectious smile too. And straight brown hair that hung down over his eyes
and the top of his ears.

"Mer, be my guest," Bazian slapped the knife down into the boy's extended
hand, "But just remember...we can't kill him indefinitely. The red knives
will bring him back to life but, well, welllll..."

"What?"

"Aren't ya sick of it?"

"Nope. Some of us have long memories and this one...was the worst
sadist..."

Nolo looked up at him, the hope in Nolo's eyes gone. "I was more than
that. I was a masochist too."

"Shut up," Mer put the knife up to Nolo's neck in anger. Bazian put his
hand on Mer's shoulder as if to staunch his anger and riding temper. Mer
then smiled in Nolo's face and slowly slid the knife from Nolo's neck to
the almost pectorals. Mer moved them to either side and felt up around
Nolo's nipples. The nipples were big but now they were getting hard from
the feeling up they were receiving from Mer's red knife.

Bazian let go of Mer's shoulder and sighed. "I'll leave you to it, then."

Mer nodded, not taking his eyes off Nolo's eyes. Bazian saddened by his
comrade's sense of killing, his unchecked temper to slay, moved off. He
held his head low and knew he himself had slain Nolo hundreds of times
since Trio left. He knew something about it all was not right. It didn't
really help things and it was from a bad place. He moved off to find some
rest in the former barracks, now turned into comfortable living quarters.

Mer moved the knife back to the middle of Nolo's chest and found the exact
middle. Nolo squirmed a bit before it, knowing it felt good. He thought by
now he'd be numb to all the deaths he'd gone through at the hands of the
former gladiators he made fight. He still liked it...a lot. "That's
cold...cold..."

"I said shut up!"  Mer moved the knife down, down, down. Down the upper
abs, past the rib middle and to the softer belly underneath. Using the
knife point and sometimes laying it sideways against Nolo's bare belly, Mer
could feel the life Nolo gave beneath. The movement, sometimes steady,
sometimes barely registerable, made Mer feel strong, feel happy. His dick
hung limply beneath a blue skimpy bit of rag. It hung but as it hung,
someplace along the outskirts, it began to get more mass. The hanging of it
grew and his feeling that and thinking about that made it grow some more.
Before he knew it or focused some more on it, it was a raging hard on,
moving downward. He moved it with his hand so that it would stand up
against his belly and soon the top popped out of his rags.

"I have that effect on guys that want to kill me a lot..."

"I said shut up!"  Mer moved the knife to full vertical again and bit the
belly button with the point but didn't sink it in. "No..."  Mer calmed
down. "No. No, I want this time to be slow and easy...it want you to really
feel it this time, no fast innie and outtie....just a nice slow rhythm in
and in and in..."

"Have it your way," Nolo gulped, "I'm here for good...victim now..."  He
hung his head.

Mer did not feel sorry for him. "You? Sad, you are. You had it all and lost
it...now you lose your life over and over and over again and..."

Mer was so full of dick, himself, and anger, he didn't notice that behind
Nolo's stake, a small opening slid back. A boy, younger than Mer, slipped
himself up it, coming up from old stone steps. The boy was skinny, so
skinny that his belly button stood out like a child's swimming pool with
the ridge the walls of the "pool". The boy had very curly brown locks and
well over his ears and forehead, almost 80s style or 70s style. The boy
wore a short cut sleeveless shirt and skimpy satin black gym shorts.
Nothing more. In his hand he had a large knife. He cut the ropes holding
Nolo's wrists.

Mer felt up his own peg like outtie with his free finger as he was pressing
the knife into Nolo, not yet breaking skin. Nolo's stomach moved in
voluntarily as he breathed. Mer said, "Hey! Don't do that. You ain't gonna
git off the knife that easily. You KNOW it'll do no good. Like it? Like it
there, right there in that spot?Yeah I bet you do like it. Do ya? Like it?"

"DO YOU LIKE IT????!!!!!!"  Nolo's free hands both came down onto the
wrists of Mer and soon Nolo held the knife in both hands and swung them
upward in an arc from down on low.

"Wha?" Mer had time to say. The knives arched upward, hit the bottom of his
peg outtie belly button but sunk inward in a awkward fashion. Nolo kept
them going upward and stabbed Mer, who reiterated this, "Stabbed me but
good!"

"Well DO YA?"  Nolo asked as he shoved it up and then jammed it
horizontally again before taking it fully out with both his hands. "Like
it?"

"I think...ugh, urk!"  Mer gasped as he stood there, "No, I LOVE IT!
FUCKIN FUCK ME IN THE STOMACH AGAIN WITH THAT SHIT!????"  Mer put one hand
on Nolo's left shoulder.

"As you wish!"  Nolo looked around and stuck the knife in straight this
time and then downward, swearing he could feel it hit where Mer's ass
started from the other side! Nolo used one hand now and put the other
around Mer's cute waist as Mer held onto Nolo with both hands.

"That's the magic knife," the curly haired boy said, nervously jumping on
his heels to the balls of his feet, "you have to go, go now. You have to
get out now."

"You freed me?"  Nolo asked as Mer's eyes rolled up into his head with the
pleasure and pain of it all deep in his guts up and down, straight and
zigzag. "Give me that first."

The kid gave Nolo the large knife. Mer saw it, "No! NO! I can't come alive
if you, ERATARGGKA!"

Nolo used the large knife to stab Mer in and he moved it in every which way
he could imagine and Nolo could imagine a lot of ways! Mer made
undescribable sounds.

A guard boy, Stew, tall and lanky, was coming in from guard duty. He was
stationed on the gates outside but just being relieved (in more ways than
one, for he was just jerked off to full cumming by the relief guard, Ageis)
he was on his way inside. He had a long, thin spear with a full arrow head
point. He saw Nolo use both knives on Mer and saw Mer jerk and fall
away. Nolo ran full force at Stew, who was a lean bodied redhead. Stew held
the spear up but before he knew it, Nolo was up in the air and landed on
his waist, flooring the taller Stew. Nolo sat on Stew's pelvis and both
boys got extremely hard from this. Stew's penis rose up behind Nolo as it
grew from under the boy's buttox. Similarly Stew felt Nolo's penis grew out
of Nolo's thin ragged cloth and flop down across his own belly button,
forming from the lower smooth region. Stew's button was sort of a slit
below and a slit above and little walls to speak off and little in between
the slits. It did go in a swirly swiggly worm like way but it seemed to be
unformed. Stew looked up, bending his head forward. He saw Nolo's hands,
his left hand holding the knife on Stew's left side, crisscrossed over
Nolo's other arm, where he held the regular non magical knife over Stew's
right side. Stew knew what Nolo was going to do, "No! No! Don't! Donot!"

"I always wondered what would happen if someone were stabbed with one magic
knife and one non magic knife. Would they revive, healed on one side or
both? Would they revive only to suffer the unhealed wounds! FIND OUT!"
Nolo crisscrossed the knives, making deep slits across Stew's belly and
across his navel, making the slits have a third slit brother in them,
between them. The worm like things in the navel cut now. Stew flopped back.

He flooped and flopped forward, "NAWWWWWGH!"

"Yeaahhhhh!"  Nolo made fun of the way Stew yelled. He then put both knives
in one hand and took Stew's own knife---getting it by feeling Stew's hips
up and finding it in the loin cloth and then put both magic knife and curly
kid's knife down. Using both hands, Nolo moved over Stew, his dick cumming
at the same time and spurting a sea of love juice over Stew's slits,
crisscrossed. Nolo rubbed it all over and jelled it in the same way he made
the slits. Then Nolo took stew's own knife and with both hands jammed it in
the slit button all the way down. Stew gasped.

Cum shot from Stew onto Nolo's bare chest. Nolo laughed. "Hee hee."  He
jumped up and turned to face another boy, who had just jerked Stew off and
relieved him on guard duty.

"Hey what are you think you're doing!?!?!"

The guard moved the spear with both hands at Nolo's stomach. Nolo jumped
back. Behind them, one side of Stew's cuts healed. The rest felt bad. Stew
revived but his wounds were still there, some of them, and this made him
experience the fire pain in the belly. He flooped and flopped again like a
giant fish. Then he HUGGGED, "UGHGGUHUHUGED."  He put both arms around his
freckled chest and died that way, his arms not falling off.

Nolo didn't notice. He was dodging the spear of the guard boy but he put
both hands on the spear and grabbed it, tugging. He pulled it out of the
boy's hands and the boy was so stunned, he just stood there. He did get to
bend a bit before Nolo turned his own spear and rammed it full force into
the kid. It tore through the kid's bare dark tanned back. The kid looked
down at the shaft in him. Nolo looked at it, "Oh yeah, that's the
spirit. It's been a long time since I saw that at my own hands. I love it!"
Nolo turns the kid around, "Lemmesee. Oh yeah BOYYYYYY, that's the story!"
Nolo opened his rags and his dick grew yet again and he pulled the dying
boy close to him. The spear point was at Nolo's belly button and he jerked
off into the kid's asshole, having pulled the kid's gym shorts off. He
jerked in and jerked in and the point found its way into Nolo's belly
button but Nolo was careful not to get it in that far. He cam into the
boy's asshole and the boy, dying, with the spear shaft in front and the
point out back, rolled his eyes as he felt the spear pain of death while
also getting speared a different way from behind with a different kind of
spear. Nolo said as much, "Yeah, that good. Release me in different
ways. Oh boy, oh boy, I"m full of it, can't stop me tonight! Yeah boy, you
like that spear in you from belly to back and how bout my other spear, a
new kind of spear from your back to fucking out yur fucking belly button, I
mean I think I can feel the wood of the spear shaft with my fleshy shaft!
Oh yeah, I'm cumming I'm's cmmings!!!! "

"AHHHHHHH!" The boy gasped as with each jerk, he felt pain in his crack and
pain in his belly as the spear was thrust some more in the vibrations.

Nolo jerked and then let go of the boy with his dick coming out and cum
spattering in and around and shooting as the boy moved a few steps
away. Nolo's coming free made him move forward some more, Nolo liking that
the spear point was parting from his button, "Feels good not getting it
stabbed there doesn't it? OH wait, you wouldn't know, cause you dying in
your belly button!"  Nolo laughed and patted the kid on his shoulder and
jerked again, "hahahahaha!"  The kid rolled his eyes and felt the pleasure
pain of death and being fucked and being speared all the way through. Nolo
got in front of him and handled the shaft.

The curly haired kid was behind him, "You gotta go, you gotta go! Get outta
here. There's another guard!"

"Calm down kid," Nolo said, "I'm gonna git me some fun. You and your kind,
I know you thought you would kill me forever...well, not likely! Like
this!!!!????? I kill you like this!!!!"  He20shoved the spear in some more
but the kid felt dead already. He groaned loudly and Nolo let go of the
spear. The kid wriggled and twirled with the spear and walked off with it
in his guts. He fell finally farther away. He kicked and the spear tottered
but finally all was still.

Nolo ran out, down the corridor, his dick swaying in the hot wind and
letting loose cum fly, remainders and reminders of what he just fully
experienced. As he exited, he saw another ex gladiator there. The boy was
short but stocky and smiled as he leveled his spear at Nolo. Nolo kept
running and didn't stop. He grabbed the spear and kicked up at the stocky
dude and used the spear to fly through the air. The stocky dude put his
hand out and let go of the spear with that hand. Nolo fell to the ground
and didn't topple the stocky dude but the stocky dude was clearly confused
now and surprised...and fell back on one knee.  Nolo recovered faster and
saw the stocky dude still holding the spear. Nolo didn't care, he ran back
to the boy and saw the boy's grip on the spear loose so he grabbed it and
manipulated it as the stocky dude recovered. Nolo took it and jerked it so
that it came to the stocky dude's BIG bellybutton and Nolo rammed in. The
stocky dude rammed backward with it. Then he moved forward,
"OAAERRRGGHHOERGGGGG! Org!"

"Orgasm? Trying to say orgasm? Hey, yeah, that's what that is!"

Nolo smiled as the stocky dude shot out of his loin cloth, the cloth
lifting. Nolo laughed but dropped all pretense of laughter as he got a
serious face on, his eyebrows furrowed and he stabbed the spear seriously
deep into the stock dude who moaned loudly. "Shh now," Nolo said seriously
and as the Kid who freed him came up behind him, Nolo finished the stocky
dude with a snap into the belly some more. And the interior of the stocky
one's belly snapped and Nolo could feel the former pressure inside loosen a
great deal after the snap. Nolo felt the spear slide in nicely now. He
jerked it in and out and in again and the stocky due fell to his other knee
now. Nolo bent the guy over with his free hand, for he let go of the spear
with one hand and jerked it in with the other again.  He let go of it and
surveyed his handiwork. He kissed the stocky dude on the mouth as the
dude's upper body tottered over his feet, Nolo having bent him back so that
the dude was almost a backwards Vee. Nolo kissed him hard and made his back
fall down further to his calves. Nolo made a macho type sound and
"NNNNNNGGGGHHHH!"-ed off the dude, grabbed the spear and plunged it in
again and let it go out the back this time and into the in between spot
between the stocky guy's lower legs. The dude gasped and screamed. Then he
just tottered there and fell. He rolled to one side. Nolo shot a load and
his dick shot off to that side a second time! Nolo turned to find the kid
who saved him there.

Nolo looked at him. The kid handed Nolo the magic red knife, one of many,
and the other knife. The kid looked at him without a smile. Nolo smiled
down at him. "Thank you."

"I want to come with you."

Nolo came up to him and hugged him. The kid put his arms around Nolo
too. Nolo asked, "Why did you...?"

"I love you."

"I know."

Nolo had taken the knife, the real one, the one that wouldn't let anyone
heal or recover and as they pressed bare flesh into each other, hugging
tightly, he got it in between them and shoved it hard and deep in one long
motion upward into the kid's smooth, straight flesh, a pierced abdominal
now. The belly button got it good. The kid's navel, which looked a
different color than the rest of the kid's body, a sort of white-ish navel
inside, was stuck. The kid grasped his arms around Nolo tighter and with
more force. He gasped out one long gasp of gushing wind, a pained
sound. Nolo shut his eyes as he hugged, his pelvis was against this kid and
his dick moving all over the front. He felt it pre cum and then cum as it
lodged against the kid's own growing dick. "First time," the kid said,
"First time."

"I love you too," Nolo said and squeezed. The knife went out the middle
between the kid's upper shoulders. The kid jerked in Nolo's arms and a
fountain of white splashed between their bellies and upped to their chests,
splattering the darkness with glowing brightness. Then all was quiet. Nolo
let go and gently, holding the kid's arms, laid the kid down, careful not
to remove the knife much yet. He laid the kid down and the knife was in him
fully, the hilt buried almost all the way in. He tugged at it and it didn't
come out right away. Nolo tugged and there were tears in his eyes and tears
in the dead kid's eyes that seemed to keep coming out even after the kid
was dead. The kid's eyes shut now and the tears rolled down his reddish
cheeks.

"Goodbye," Nolo looked down at the kid, "Special one. I won't forget you."

And with that he fled into the darkness. His dick sated.