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.