Date: Wed, 23 Apr 2008 08:50:11 -0400
From: jerazk@aol.com
Subject: TRIO  12.5

THE BORED GLADIATOR

aka ADVENTURES OF SIMON-2a

aka TRIO 12 AND A HALF


It was in Nolo's arena the day it happened. Umtra was a bored gladiator.
Nolo wasn't here to see it, for he was down below having Tarn fit Simon
with a belt of pain, to be made invisible by the mysterious pale and
reluctant boy named the Seer. The Trio (Sole, Aoi, and Pare) were with
another Boy from the Earth universe dimension, a Boy, aged 9 or 10, that
wouldn't talk or couldn't talk: they weren't sure. They were thinking about
taking him to a beach, maybe that would snap him out of his shock or
whatever it was that was keeping him from talking or showing any signs of a
personality.

Umtra was one of the biggest, tannest, most muscled gladiators in the
arena, in any arena probably. Yet he was a rare breed. He was brawny, big,
and smooth skinned but he could move fast, faster than any of his enemies
or opponents. It was a long time in coming but he was bored. He could kill
anyone that fought in any arena. He had been in sixteen different arenas in
this land before coming to Nolo's. Nolo loved him and kept him. Umtra
fought warriors of his own size, even bigger ones. He killed all of
them. Nolo and arena masters that had Umtra fight for them tried everything
to give him a greater challenge. They tried importing gladiators of all
nationalities: Umtra killed them all. They tried giving gladiators new
weapons: katanas, spiked pom poms, flyssas, pole spears, double pointed
shafts, boar spear headed shafts, todos, mits, paischushes, you get the
idea. Umtra slew them all. They even tried pitting Umtra against teams of
men: Umtra once killed about 25 men who came against him. They tried giving
him team members on his side but he pissed a lot of them off so they would
want to kill him. He slew them all. So Umtra was bored, very bored.

Umtra wore only a leather thong in front and back, his legs were almost
totally bare up the side to his hip where the rope tied his thong on
together. He also wore small boots, brown like his thong. He had a large
belly button, larger than a half dollar. A thick outtie ridge but a flat
innie that stood out a bit under the ridge. It sometimes seemed to have a
life of its own when he moved. Thick chest, big pecs, hard nipples.
Valleys for abs, an eight pack of steel. A heavy washboard effect down his
stomach leading the way to a thick lower under belly and a massive penis,
usually covered. Umtra yawned.

A guy with long surfer hair, half blond,half brown haired, came running at
him with a spear leveled in one hand over his head, a knife in the other.
Umtra had a sword in one hand, a thick sword at the end and middle but thin
at the point. Nolo's rule stated that gladiators in his arena had to kill
someone I the navel or they would be speared by archers or guards or the
gladiator master in their navel holes. At first, this seemed to have perked
up Umtra but by now it was old hat for him. He's killed millions upon
millions of males, strewn to mince meat thousand upon millions of navel
holes. Umtra yawned. His free hand went to his mouth to cover it. Air in,
air out. Sword in, sword out.

He caught the surfer in the heart and felt the pumping organ beat against
his sword, pumping his sword. Umtra hardly looked at the guy. He was bored.
The surfer felt his heart provide space for the sword and try to provide
blood for the rest of his body but he couldn't. He jerked against it but
felt Umtra slide the sword point in more and more. And twist. Another
cubicle in his heart popped with the twist. Blood rushed. The surfer could
hardly gasp.  Then the sword was gone. Removed. He fell forward, his face
unable to change its expression, his chest moving in and out but not able
to stop the pain that each moment, each movement was able to cause. Archers
fired at Umtra since he stabbed in the heart and not the navel but he hit
every arrow aside with his sword. "Ho hum," Umtra said. Spears from the
guards were tossed at him but he hit them aside. The guards on the walls
looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

"Get the Thoros warriors," one said.

Umtra yawned. A mulatto muscle man rushed at him with two curved swords
aimed at his navel. Umtra grabbed one arm of the mulatto giant and used
that arm's hand which held one of the swords to bring it across the
mulatto's own stomach, slicing a thin line across hip to hip and
encompassing the navel of this mulatto--an outtie that was as thick as
every other muscle on this kid.  The outtie was over two inches long,
almost a small penis but a large navel outie. Sliced now, hanging as two
points. Letting go, Umtra leveled his own sword into the navel and squished
the outtie's two bits in, along with everything else that was in the
navel. He shoved. The mulatto, a handsome faced boy, bent, "Ouch!
Owwwwwffffff!"  Umtra pulled out and the mulatto, not expecting his belly
to unleash along with the rest, arched back up, his stomach going out, his
body following. "Oh no!"  As he started to fall, Umtra took his other
curved sword from the mulatto's hand, pulled his sword fully out and jabbed
the curved one in and kicked it with one leg in to the hilt. The mulatto
fell, "You didn't have ta.. Ta...aaahhhh!."

As Umtra shut his eyes and yawned again, he waved his sword and caught the
navel area of a blond taller than Umtra German gladiator. This one fell
quickly. Umtra yawned. A black gladiator. Navel gone. Black man fell.
Muscles twitching on the sand. Jerking under
belly. Spasming. Splurting. Umtra yawned. A Native American with a spear. A
Native American with a tomahawk, point on the end and axe on the front. A
Native American with a long knife.  All three at once. One got the sword in
his belly button and it went in and out, in his navel and out his
back. Back out his navel, guts splattering out too. One down and jerking to
cumming death. The one with the tomahawk.  Umtra frowned, "I always hate
tomahawks."  The spear one leveled his spear at Umtra's navel and got to
actually touch it. "I let you do that."  Umtra stabbed his sword into this
guy as well...another navel skewered. He jerked the sword up and down,
mushing the navel good. He sideways it both ways and with his other hand,
grabbed the arm or the knife holding Indian. He twisted down and made the
Indian shove that own knife into his own belly button.  Smooth indian
bodies falling with navels done for. A six armed alien boy, green, smooth
skinned, green leaves only on the crotch. Six navels, all kinds, outtie,
innie, in betweenie, long five inch navel out, deep innie, knotted wormy
one. Each arm waved a deadly point weapon, exotic weapons in each
hand. Umtra moved up to him fast. The boy came at him. Green hair matted
down with slick body on alien, dark green eyes and lips. Handsome face,
nice green teeth. Umtra used his free arm to block the three arms on one
side.  He held them back as one. He forced one weapon down on that
side. Held the others. Sliced the other three arms on the other side with
his sword. Met the sword on one side with his own and stabbed along it down
to the boy's first navel in the center. He slid it in and then
out. Boom. Boom, Boom. More navels on the one boy cut and stabbed. He moved
back to examine the alien boy. Stabbing more navels. All six were gotten
to. Run through. Again. 12 stabs. "Can't eat just one?"  Umtra kicked the
messy green alien cutie away and the alien gawked to his death in the
corner, six hands holding six belly button remains.

"Ho boy," Umtra said as his sword cut the navels out of, gouged out of
skinny kids they put at him. 5 brothers, all alike. All redheads. They were
supposed to be fast. They each had varied weapons. Thin spear, thin sword,
rapier, thick sword, knives.  Intestines all round. "All in a day's
work. So dull, so boring."  He slew all five. Redhead skinny punk kids all
kicking, two on top of each other. Skinny ribs touching. Cum
between... "Oaahhhhhh!"  Huffing and puffing and blowing down on each
other.

Thoros warriors came in. Smooth, almost as big as he, some bigger, some
with more muscles. About 12 came in. One went down right away. "Silllllly
boy," Umtra said as he sunk his sword deep into the Thoros deep
navel. "Killie boy."  The Thoros filled his stone thong with cum and it
splattered out the leg holes. Another came at him. Another went down with a
sword out his back from his navel. Umtra rolled his eyes and removed
it. Hand to belly button blood hole.

"Do we have to do this some more," Umtra said to the eleven Thoros left.

One Thoros came forward, "What do you really want?"

"Something new and different," Umtra said and stabbed that Thoros in the
navel and rimmed his ridge on his navel, blooding it. He then stuck his
sword point in and ringed it deeper cutting the ridge off. "That is
new...not different...so ho, so hum, hum ho."  He cut into the guy deeper
and the guy dropped his sword and looked at Umtra. He fell against Umtra's
massive chest and his face vanished in it. Licked it. Umtra looked down and
felt the guy's bare and worked out on muscles and back. "Tight. Dull." He
let the Thoros fall along his body. "Touching."  He jerked a bit and the
Thoros body fell off of him completely, holding his butchered belly hole.

More Thoros came at him but a voice called. The Gladiator Master, "Stop
Thoros warriors. Hold!"

The Master came up to him, "You must follow the rules."

"Why?"

"Because we will kill you."

"Can't."

"What can I do to make it better for you?"

"Maybe...let them stab me in the navel."

"You have to allow that," The Master said, "No one of them can get you
there."

"I see," Umtra said, "Is it...new and different?"

The Master tried to be patient, and looking at the huffing, slowly dying
Thoros around him and the still dying, cumming redheads, helped him be
patient. "Okay, listen. Let them in. Drop your guard."

"They bore me. No personality."

"Okay then...I will let the reg gladiators come back in."

"Oh okay."

With a nod from the Master, the remaining Thoros left the arena. They sent
the other gladiators in. A big smooth bellied but younger guy came up to
Umtra. He looked Mexican and had his long hair tied back. He had on a brown
bikini brief. A long thin sword in his hand. He was up in Umtra's face.
"You want me to stab you in your navel hole?"

"Oh yes if it feels different."

Umtra was trying to stab the Mexican already but the Mexican grabbed the
muscled arm and slid his hand to his wrist...to hold it. While he did so,
he stabbed the sword point into the navel of Umtra. Umtra resisted and
flexed.  "Ungggggahhhhhh!"

The Mexican smiled.  Umtra smiled. He looked into the eyes of the Mexican
lovingly. "You have done it."

"Feel something different?"

"Oh yeah! Ohhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhuh!"

"Soon you will feel it deeply."

"Ring me."

"Wha? Oh mean around the edge? Okay."  He did it and twisted. "Man, you
hard inside it. My sword hitting all sorts of obstructions."

"It....feels...so good....damn...."

"Not even all the way in yet, dude, you will just love thiHISSSSSSSSS!"  He
plugged it in more but as he did, Umtra nodded and brought his sword up.
He fought the arm hold and the wrist hold and moved it to the navel of the
Mexican kid. Pointing from down to navel.

"You obviously do too," Umtra said, "This is new and different. I want you
to feel it too."

"I die!"  The Mexican said, "I die."

"You mean you die if it go in...if I have it go in mine?"

"You dumb man or what?"  This from the Mexican cutie.

"You die or what?"  Umtra raised the sword from its previous down.  Passing
the level straight on point.

"UHUHUHUHUH," the Mex huffed and pushed air out of his belly to make room
for the cold steel he felt in there. Actually it was warm with the blood of
others killed this day and their blood mingled with his. "UHUHUH!
HAHAHAHA!"

He tried to move back but Umtra came with him and cut more IN.

"Hey no one call me dumb."  Umtra let the sword go for a second and the Mex
kid thought he was free of the pain but Umtra watched him slide backward to
his death throes...and then grabbed the hilt and pulled out harshly, moving
the sword hilt upward and pulling it out that way, causing more pain.

"OhhhhhhmyyyyyGodahhhhhhhhhh!"  The Mex fell to his back and heaved his
hips up to try to get up. Umtra hit him again in the navel with the
sword. He left it in there until the kid fell back down on it, the point
out his back and his body falling along the point that was out it.

Umtra looked down at his navel, feeling a burning there. "Fuk. Fuckin kid
did it. Gave me a kick. Never felt before. I like it. Wanna die this way
some day."

"Today," a very built young guy came up, short black hair, black eyes, and
dark skin, large chest and stomach but sucked in look to it. Sideburns.  He
stepped in and took the sword handle in his free hand. He had his own sword
in his other hand. He tilted the sword in Umtra's navel. "Hey, this is not
all the way in!"

"NO but THIS is," Umtra said.

"Shit! You got me!"  This built cute guy looked down and saw Umtra's hilt.
This meant, and he knew it from what he saw and from what he felt through
him, burning through him...that the sword of Umtra was in him fully and out
his back. "Oaw! Fuck! Why...why? Why'dcha do this to me?"

"You want'd it."

"I...no you did, you bastard!"

"Just get in touch..."  Umtra said, "Wid it, you love it, doncha?"

"I...I...ohmanohman....ohhhhh man, twist it in willya? You're right. It
does feel kind of...well...good."  The kid was rising up from his skimpy
loin cloth and his penis, large and quite nice, loomed out against his own
belly but Umtra moved closer, giving the kid another hit of pain in his
navel. The penis rose to Umtra's own navel. Umtra used his free hand to
pull the sword from his own belly...but not fully out yet. "I....I do
like...luv it...what are?"

"I like the feel of it coming out of me too," Umtra smiled, "It feels
so...so unlike anything I ever felt before. What about you?"

"I just wanted to...taaaaaahhhhkkkk...kill ya," the kid said, breathing in
and out, in and out.

"Not today, maybe tomorrow."

"I cannnnnnnghuh. Survive this shhhh..."

"Oh yea, that's right.You'll be dead. Slain in da nav. Too bad. Die I
guess."


"Cancha, can't you make it like last longer?"

"I guess. The cowards over there....they won't rush me till they see you
fall."  The kid came joyfully. His penis unloaded its white flavor in great
amounts over Umtra's stomach. The sword Umtra held was coming out of him
and as it slowly slid out, the kid's whiteness filled the hole there.

"I am not going to die....from this," Umtra said, "But you
will....goodbye."

"Feel it!"  The kid did feel it as he said he would. The sword went every
which way in him and he was left empty when the sword was pulled out of
him.  "I...I want more..."  He slid down the bod of
 Umtra, sliming his own cum on his chest and mouth as he passed the body.
"I..."

Umtra saw the kid fall over his own legs and his stomach was out, a nice
hole. He struck it again. "How's dat?"

"Ggggggggouhhhhdddd."  The kid died his last movements spraying Umtra's
legs with cum. "Puh."

"Haahahahhahahahahahahahah!"  A mean yell from a mean guy. A skinny guy
with arms round a spear of wood. The spear shaft moved. The mean guy moved.
Skinny arms and legs. A tough yell. The spear of wood had a metal point
tied to the end. The point went into Umtra's belly button.

"That feels better!"  Umtra huffed. He bent a bit. "But you must feel
this!"  He stabbed the sword into the mean guy's stomach belly button and
drove it in deep, losing it. The guy grabbed the sword in him and moved
off, away.

He looked at it and wide eyed looked up at Umtra, accusingly. Then he
looked down again. "Uh."  He fell back.

Umtra took the spear out of his navel and leveled it at another guy coming
at him with a knife. The guy ran into the spear and his own navel hole was
gone.  Gone out his back. He ran onto the whole shaft. But the guy had a
knife out and jabbed it downward from above. It struck the bottom of the
navel of Umtra and dug into his lower ridge area and sank. "New feel! Very
good! You die too though, I live! I live!"  The guy grabbed the spear
shaft.

"Look what he done to me! Look what he done to me! My bellly's gone! Gone
home! Ohhhohhhh! Theft of my navel!"  The guy took the spear to the floor
and fell on his back, sat up against the wall of the arena, all the while
in pain and all the while huffing to die but he didn't die for a long
time. He watched the rest of this, nursing the spear in his gut. He
viewed...

A tall, skinny kid came up to him and shoved a knife deep into his navel.
In the other hand the kid had a sword and he put it in and rammed it deep
into Umtra. Umtra had nothing now. "My but you are a young one. That
feelsssss...does this mean I wil die?"

"That does," the kid said, non committed. He was tall, freckled, blue eyed
and brown haired. He wore almost nothing but a cod piece. Knife and sword
were both in his navel and smashing it inward. Umtra felt his navel
collapse as the kid pushed the knife in but then the knife was out and the
sword rammed it in. Meat that Umtra knew was always there, gave way to the
enslaught of the point and the kid twisted. "Take that! You like it!"

"Oh yes," Umtra stated, "I really, really do. I hope some day one will do
the same for you."

"Just shut up now and feel it. Really feel it!"  The kid pushed and turned
and twisted. Then did it again. He delved the knife in again for good
measure.

Umtra looked down, "I do believe I feel it good. I think I will die from
this. It feels sooo heavenly. I think dying from it is most of the feeling
I have."

"Shuttttttttt UPPPPPPPP!"  The kid stabbed him and let go. Then he took a
fallen spear out of the dying mean guy. The mean guy yelped and his belly
meat that was left there spewed out. The kid took the spear and jammed it
in between sword and knife. Then he kicked his own sword deeper into the
belly of Umtra.

"Die. Dying now."  Umtra fell to his knees. The kid walked up to him and
came on. Umtra laughed. He couldn't breath now. The kid ripped Umtra naked.
Umtra's penis was straight up and it could not wait itself any longer. A
long lash of white love joy juice sprayed up the kid's belly and passed his
navel, left a line along it from top lip to bottom, splayed over his chest
in a great gob and over his left shoulder. Another shot went over the kid's
shoulder. The kid went over to Umtra and took hold of his own knife and
used it to drive Umtra backward, still on his knees, Umtra fell over the
back of his own legs. "Likeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeekuk."  Umtra wiggled. The kid
unstuck him and took the other weapons out. He watched as Umtra rolled onto
his belly and jerked and kicked. Umtra came again and again, a great white
blob flowed from under him. "No longer boredddddddddddah."


The kid put up his hands and his sword. The crowd of mostly men and other
males, roared with pleasure.