Date: Fri, 16 May 2008 16:15:07 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO  23

"Who's fighting now?"  Sole came to the cell floor to ceiling bars where
Aoi and Pare sat on a bench watching outside.

"Aaron," Pare said, "And what looks like a lot of older guys from other
barracks."

Sole looked out, "He's a good fighter."

It was true, though, there were more older guys out there than Aaron could
take by himself. Aaron, with his wide grin and slightly protruding jawline
and semi large nose, was moving in and out of other fights. Two muscle
guys, who could hardly move their arms, let alone their swords, faced off
against each other, crewcuts on their heads, tattoos on their arms of
knives and skulls. As a 20-something guy came up behind Aaron, he cut his
sword which was in his left hand, for he had two this time, into a kid his
own age, that was in front of him. "Sorry, don't have time for a nice slay,
so just die quickly!"  The redhead he cut into, gasped in surprise and
looked at his belly and then at Aaron and fell as Aaron pulled his sword
out and with his other sword, back arced. Right into the lower belly of the
guy trying to come up behind him and arcing up into his navel and cutting
it with the point gouging out button material and stuff that had previously
been deeper in the 20something year old. Aaron turned and kept the sword
point in the guy, making it turn as well, "Sneak up behind meeeeee...."  He
sang gleefully, "...and get it in your bellieeeeeeeee...."  He stabbed
deeper, leveling the sword at a straight angle inward, "...and sink to both
your kneeeeeeee...."  The 20something year old sank to one knee and then
the other...

Pare laughed, "But he's not a good singer!"  Sole laughed.

"But there are so many of them out there, I count at least 20...oh no, make
that 19," Aoi winced, then looked again and put his pointer finger up to
count again, `Uh, 18....dough, 17!"




Aaron slipped down low after unplugging the 20something year old and raced
ahead--between both muscle men and he struck out from either
side...embedding his swords into each muscle man's hard belly
button. "Sorry guys but I don't have time for fair play...settling your
differences for ya!"  He grit his teeth and grunted. So did they but they
were in pain. The one on Aaron's left tried to swing his sword at Aaron but
Aaron plunged deeper and the guy dropped his sword and held the sword in
him. The other one threw his sword at Aaron but with his foot, Aaron was
able to kick it away from his body. The two muscle men stumbled at Aaron
but as they did so, they stumbled more onto his swords. Aaron just had to
hold the swords there and found the muscle goons slowly impaling themselves
all the way through as they tried to move at him. Eventually they fell and
Aaron had to let go of the swords while the two giant men fell against each
other, hard abs hitting the hilt of each sword. Aaron jumped back...into
another 20something year old, this one blond, who was trying to stab him in
the back, this time with a spear. The older guy was caught off guard by
Aaron's back approaching him and his spear, not aimed at the right angle,
moved downward against Aaron's butt. Aaron turned to see the spear point
down and he grabbed the shaft, "Thanks but I usually want something else
down by my butt!"  Aaron knew he couldn't win a tug of war against this
slender but lanky blond older guy so he stamped down hard on the guy's
sandaled left foot.

The guy bent over, "OHHHH! Hey you..."

"Hey I need this!"  Aaron tugged the shaft away and quickly leveled the
spear point at the guy's very outtie, inch long button. He stopped for a
second, "Love that button! So will your innards! DIEEE!"  He plunged the
spear point right into the center and kept the spear going until it tasted
air. He tugged out and the blond doubled up and held his butchered belly,
moaning and staggering, bent over and not coming up...ever.

"GUFFAWWWWWWGUTT!"  He fell. Aaron moved on to others.

"Damn!"  He was hard and knew this would slow him down a bit. As he moved
out of the way, a 19 year old came crashing past him, fighting another
guy. Aaron turned to the 19 year old who hit the arena wall and he slashed
the spear into the guy's belly, all along his abs, from hip to hip, cutting
the belly button in lines until the spear moved on to the other hip. The
guy screamed and sucked in air and slid down the wall as Aaron turned,
spear ripping out.

A cute guy with a slight stubbled, long straight eyelashes, big brown eyes
and a cute baby face with stubbled on his lip and jaw was there. He had big
arms, muscular. Tight blue bathing trunks on and big legs. He was Aaron's
size, short for his age but not for Aaron's. "Hey thanks, I would have had
to do that and I'm tired so...."

The guy had a big round innie with a big, thick snakelike outtie ridge. "No
problem," Aaron said, "So die, you too!"  Aaron struck that spear point
right into that hot belly button and ran with it. He ran the guy backward
and plunged the spear in, wiggling it. The guy flinched and bit his lip and
then grit his teeth. He shut his eyes tight and opened them wide as he was
thrown across the arena to the other wall and against it. Aaron could feel
and hear the tip of his spear hitting and cutting the wall behind this cute
guy. "You're cute but I had to cut the cute out of ya!"  Aaron mangled the
guy's belly button as he tore the spear out, on the way he played with the
remains of the navel. The guy winced and held his tortured stomach area and
slid down the wall. Aaron slammed his spear home again once more. He had to
stop this. "No time!"  He turned to see three guys coming at him. There
were about three other couples behind them, each fighting each other. That
left nine still alive. Others were also alive but writhing on the ground,
having lost their own battles, they were not long for this world. Their
moans and groans drove Aaron to the joy of battle. "Didn't you dudes ever
hear....that...."  He jabbed his spear at one's belly and missed but then
he turned the spear so that the shaft hit the guy's knee cap. The guy went
down and the other two looked shocked....  "Three's a crowd?!"  He rammed
the spear into the side of one of the onlookers, the one nearest him and
furtherest from the guy he just kneecapped. It went into the side and then
Aaron dug the spearhead out....for he was aware the mulatto and albino as
well as some of the Thoros spear men on the sides of the arena walls, were
waiting to kill him if he slew anyone in any other place other than the
navel....dug it out of the guy's navel, bringing with it intestine and
belly button stuffing---right out the button's ridge hole!!!! "OH YEAHHHH!
I FELT THAT!!!"

"NOOOOOOOOO!"  The guy grabbed Aaron's spear out of him and couldn't decide
if he should grab his mangled innards which were now outards. He sunk to
the ground.




Aaron didn't wait. He hit the spear down at the other guy's calves, for the
guy was turned toward the kneecapped guy still. His upper trunk had twisted
to see his second pal go down. This left his abs in a very tight, tense,
....and vulnerable open position. Aaron grabbed his own spear back and
grabbed it closer to the spear point. The third guy was hurt but he was
waving his sword so Aaron just swished the spear point against it and the
sword fell. As he swished back and forth, back and forth, the spearhead
point across the third guy's twisted abs and cut the navel over and over
with lines...Aaron felt his crotch beneath his loin cloth, wet. "Damn, you
die well, you hottie!"  The muscle guy went down and fell on top of his
other friend. Aaron speared them both with two hands on the shaft and got
them both with one jab down. They yelped. "Sounds good! Music to my ears!
DIE! And now you...!"

Aaron lifted the spear out of them and turned to the kneecapped guy, who
was on his side . This one said, "Hehee, I'm outta the fight so I get to
live, no?"

"NOOO!"  Aaron used the shaft end to turn the guy onto his back fully and
then gripped the shaft with one hand and overhanded, drove it down it and
down---into the guy's tender belly button. The guy folded in two.

"GRUMPFFECK!"

Aaron turned to see two guys who slashed each other's belly buttons
deeply. Both were long haired druggie types, probably from Earth circa 1968
or 1969 or even 2001. "Fools!"  The pair went down on top of each other and
jerked on each other.  Another pair were fighting, one with a trident and
another with a short sword. The one with the trident hit the guy's sword
and moved it sideways. He lunged with the trident and raised it over his
own head....leaving his belly exposed. "Nice navel..."  Aaron puffed. The
short sword moved quickly and found the guy's belly...but missed the button
and stabbed him above it. Apparently the guy doing this, didn't realize for
he then kicked the guy. Nolo waved and three Thoros came out into the
center of the arena, past the last battling couple.

"No! No! I'll go stick him now!" The short sword guy realized why the three
Thoros muscle goons were coming out to him for. He picked up a spear and
threw it at one but the Thoros aimed at, just hit it away with his broad
and LONG sword. "NO! NO! NO!"  The three Thoros came at the guy, surrounded
him and enclosed him.  He looked small next to the huge muscle
clones. Aaron got down on his knees to deliciously watch as the three broad
swords came together at the guy's belly button and rammed into it,
crisscrossing through the guy's body. The three muscular Thoros moved away
and Aaron and the rest of the arena could see the three swords disengaging
from the belly button of the guy---having gone right through him from
there, now disconnecting. Dead already the guy fell with a thud. Aaron
looked at the mulatto and albino, who both looked disappointed.

The other pair fought all through this until the guy, who landed with a
thud, let out a gasp that had been held in. Dead, the guy's throat let it
out. Distracted by this, one gladiator of the final pair---who had on one
of those cumbersome helmets, was stuck in the chest with a sword and then
the sword found his navel and disconnected it from his body. "HAHAHAHA,"
the other guy said.




Aaron shook his head positively, "Cool," and then ran at the guy, his spear
ready in both hands. The guy faced him and, being older, was ready. He
swung his sword at Aaron's spear and let it go flying. The guy, For, came
at Aaron who flipped himself over the taller gladiator. Aaron landed behind
him and kicked him with one leg and then as For fell forward a bit, ran for
his spear and found it quickly. Aaron fell too, in his rush to get his
spear, he tripped over himself and fell into the dust. When he came up, he
saw For was running at him full speed, with sword pointed down. At
him. Aaron got up on his knees at the last moment and plunged the held
spear as For ran at him. All Aaron had to do was hold it. For stabbed
himself on the spear head. Realizing it, For backed off and a loud slurp
was heard as he belly disconnected from the spearhead. But the belly button
was blooded. Aaron rose up and kicked it. For went down on his back. "Kill
me willya? How's this!!! And THIS!!!"  Aaron took the spear and plunged it
into the guy. For went up on his back and arched his torso, his penis
jutted out of his tight leather straps, all he had on. Aaron took it out
and stood back to look For over. The crowd roared and Aaron waved his arms
up at them. He looked at For still struggling with himself, "Here!!!"  He
jabbed again and leveled it at a new angle, making For writhe with
pain. Remove. Stab. Remove. Stab. As he writhed, For found his hand on
something. Something round. Aaron jumped up on the shaft as the point stuck
in the ground. Aaron pole veldt around For's head and back to the same spot
he was at. Aaron unstuck For and watched him struggle some more, "Man, you
sure have a strong belly! You are strong! But you will die!"  He came at
For again but For's hand found a spear that had fallen on the ground before
everyone else was slain. He brought it up into Aaron's belly button, that
deep set fleshy knoll. The point hit Aaron and went in about an inch. Or
two. "OOHHHHOHHHHHHAHAHAHA, ya got me!"  Aaron backed off it and saw For
try to jab again. Aaron hit the point, bending over, holding his own spear
with one hand.

"He's hit!"  Sole said.

"He's dead," Pare said.

"Maybe not that bad?"  Aoi hoped. He liked Aaron's face...and body.

Aaron jabbed into For's belly and swished it around...and then For groaned
yet again. No one else was left alive in the arena. Aaron sank down,
holding the shaft still in For. He sank between For's legs and backed off
the spear point that was in him, holding it with his other hand, which went
from his navel cut to the spear in him. He pulled it out and wiggled...he
winced, laughed, smiled, felt joy and pleasure...and pain, "FUCK! YAAA!
Yeah."

Sole ran to the Thoros guards and Beni, "Can I go get him?"  Beni nodded
and opened the doors for Sole.

For moaned.

Aaron groaned.

Nolo waved to the mulatto and albino, who readied their arrows for both
dying males.

Sole ran out and saw the mulatto and albino ready to fire the arrows at
Aaron, "NO!"

Nolo yelled, "What're you doing in there?"

Sole said, "The rules are if For dies, Aaron wins. Well, he ain't dead yet
and nor is Aaron but..."

"Aaron dies!"  Nolo yelled, then saw the looks from Beni, Yule, and his
guards, "...if For lives. In three seconds, since they both bore me now
they are no longer with belly buttons....they both get arrows in their
gutsssss!"

"Three..."


Sole watched as For reached for the sky. For moaned, grunted. "No one could
survive that," Sole whispered.

Aaron rolled off For, his belly open for the arrows to come flying into. He
moaned too and held his belly button together. Sole inched closer to
him. "Aaron..."

For rolled over onto his stomach and pushed up on his hands and arms to get
up. His torso rose. His belly spilled contents out of it. Nolo laughed a
short laugh at that. For struggled to get up but could not. He fell onto
his stomach and sighed...a last long sigh. He died.

"Good," Sole looked. Then he looked up at the arrow boys, who still held
their arrows taut. Nolo waved and the arrow boys relaxed. Sole ran to Aaron
and pulled him by the arms to the cell. Pare and Aoi were outside now too
and helped Sole carry Aaron; Sole holding his shoulders and the other two
holding his legs and buttox.

They carried him past the bland faced Thoros, the sad looking Beni and the
now arriving and very smiling slave master Jolo. Pare didn't want to hold
back, "Fuck you Jolo!"

"That one wanted it where he got it, begged for it, I bet," Jolo said.

"Didn't you even see it or want your own barracks to win?"  Sole asked.

"No," Jolo shrugged, "Just want you to die."

Sole said, "I'm gonna kill you some day, Jolo."

Now inside the cell, Fuk stood to one side of the bearers of Aaron, "More
empty threats?"  Sole just looked at Fuk.

"If you wanna help, help, but if not stand outta our way," Aoi answered.

Aaron uncovered his belly when they laid him to rest, his back on a
bench. Sole's eyes went wide, "Aaron..."  Sole put his hands over the wound
and held it down.

"It...it's not that deep..."  Aoi said, "I don't want..."

Aaron smiled, "Take off my loin cloth..."

Pare obeyed. "Oh my gosh!"  A large boner came forth and frothed.

"IT....it hurts so much but it also makes this happen to me...it...it feels
so fuckin good...gettin off on my ddyinggggg...."

"Not dying," Sole said, "It didn't go in that far..."




"Ohohhhohohoh."  Aaron's penis jumped higher and pressed against Sole's
backhand as Sole held Aaron's belly button. "Don't lie, beautiful blonde
boy...that pressure on my gut makes me hard as
rock....as...as....ggggggmmfffff."  He shut his eyes, smiled that wide grin
of his and his look of joy and pain mixed brought hardness to Sole, Pare,
and Aoi. Ibath and Brude stood behind them. Evan and Parcival watched as
Aaron jerked. "SOOOOOOOLE SO GOODAAHH!"

"Hey!"  Sole found chucks of cum on his backhand and he slapped it off
himself, some of it landing on Evan's boy belly and dripped down to fill
his navel completely. Sole licked some off and the rest he cupped and
splashed over his own stomach, filling his navel. Some of Aaron's blood
mixed with the cum to make an obscene soup.

"May I?"  Fuk came over and made some of the boys part to let him in.

Sole looked at him, "What...?"

Ibath nodded, "Let him. He's helped others..."

"Okay," Sole said.

"I want to ease his pain..."  From his loin cloth, Fuk took out a mixture
of powder and rubbed it in his hands and used his entire palm to rub
against the other.  Aoi watched and seemed to know what Fuk was doing. He
nodded approval.

"Knew I'd die in arena in belly button some day..."  Aaron moaned.

"Shut up! You're not gonna die!"  Aoi yelled.

Fuk took the powder and rubbed it onto Aaron's belly. Aaron squealed with
pain and pleasure. He jerked up. Sole yelled, "Hold his feet!"  He grabbed
Aaron's right ankle, "His ankles!"  As Evan and Percival tried to hold
Aaron's left ankle and didn't have much success---it buckled up under their
combined grasps---and nearly took the little boys with it---Pare moved them
out of the way gently and held the other ankle.  Aaron's strength could be
felt as his body tried to fight being held. The pain in his belly, in every
ounce of flesh in his belly button, was immense. The boys all
watched. Every one of them was hard with wet pleasure.  Even Fuk. Aaron
shot a load again and it seemed to fly through the air and vanish into
infinity. Movement through Aaron's body seemed to subside. The boys held
the ankles until they were sure Aaron was not going to jerk or buck again.

After a time, Aaron's pain seemed to lessen and yet he moaned and his penis
showed signs of hardness again. Evan and Percival knelt on both sides of
Aaron's bed and watched his stomach rise and fall. Pare whispered to them,
"If he tries to grab his wound, don't let him."  He rose from his own
kneeling position and went over to Sole and Aoi, "So when do we get out of
here?"

"You have to see this!"  Jim, a dirty blond haired boy with broad
shoulders, a gladiator strap on both shoulders and a strap across his chest
and straps for a skirt, called them over. Everyone but the Trio and Evan
and Percival left Aaron, who had fallen asleep.

"What's so cool about yet another fight?"  Sole whispered.




"Are you kidding, we may want out but it's making me continuously rock hard
to watch em and to actually fight," Aoi said and moved away from the other
two.

Pare shrugged and followed Aoi to the view cells. Sole shook his head and
put his hand encouragingly on Percival's bony shoulder before joining them
too. The stocky Jim (who had a flat stomach spread out across wide hips)
called out enthusiastically, "It's Ivo, that's who. He's hot, man!"

Sole came behind him, "Who's Ivo?"

"You'll see," Jim said, not looking back. Sole tried to move him away from
the bars so he could see too but Jim held fast. Sole laughed and put his
shoulders between two other kids and pushed his way to the front.

A large 19 year old came out. He had no body fat. Ivo wore a stone pouch
over his privates held by string and brown boots, nothing more. He had a
sword in his right hand and a large spear in his left. A serrated knife was
at his right hip, sticking in between the stone pouch and where his leg met
torso. He had thick arms but not so thick that he couldn't move them. He
also had muscular legs, calves, thighs, and upper legs. His lats, when he
turned toward the boys, were tight and flexed. He was waving to the males
in the audience. Ivo had brown hair, cut short on the sides and crewcut in
the back. In front, he had two long pieces of hair hanging over his blue
eyes. Aoi whispered, "Sole, if I'm not mistaken, that hunk
is...is...a....a..."

"A Thoros!"  Pare said, "He's a Thoros warrior!"

"And apparently with a personality!"  Sole added.

"Yeah, they inbred him differently from other dumb Thoros...he not as
muscled but he is smarter than they and fights better..."  Brude snorted,
fondling himself.

"I'd like to kill him in his belly button," Aoi nodded.

"He's very good fighter," Brude said.

"Yeah but who's he fighting?"  Ibath asked, straining to see over other
boys as the cell doors opened.

"YOU!"  Beni came in and pointed to Jim, "And you, and you."  He pointed to
two other boys, one tall and skinny--Uri, one stocky and broad--Turin, and
Jim.

"Oh no, I'm dead," Jim said. He followed the other two boys to Beni and
Jolo.

Beni was handed a spear by a Thoros near the weapon cell. Beni turned to
give it to Jim.  "Don't be such a coward, Jim."

Jolo laughed, "Yeah, die well! Heeheehaha."  Jim took a spear which had a
straight point on the end. Turin had a long sword and Uri was given a
rapier. As they walked out they saw other barrack doors opening and other
boys, some older, some younger, coming out into the arena. Some were full
grown men, musclemen, skinny men, runners, all kinds of men.




"What the hell?"  Pare strained to see past a tall lanky boy's bare back,
"There must be what? Fifty guys in there...he hasn't got a chance..."

Nolo waved, "Let those who are about to die...yadda yadda yadda..."

Ivo waved his sword, "I salute you! Young beautiful master!"

"And I, of all my gladiators, salute you, Ivo, my main killer," Nolo stood
and waved back. Yule clang to his hips from behind.

"If Nolo likes him so much, how come he's in here and not a guard?"  Sole
asked.

Ibath smiled, "Ivo chooses to stay. He was a guard but he wanted to show
how good arena shows could be so he decided to become a gladiator to show
us all how it's done. Nolo just loves him...to death..."

"IF TO THE DEATH OF ALL SO BE IT!!!"  Nolo was yelling like a maniac.

The battle started at once. Ivo grabbed Uri, who was closest to him as Uri
charged with the rapier. Uri had wild bushy brown hair and wore a bandana
to keep the front straight. Ivo grabbed Uri's wrist and turned Uri's body
around so that Uri's back was to Ivo's chest. Ivo now had Uri's rapier in
control and he used it to stab a coming muscleguy--an exceedingly handsome
20 year old Italian dude---right in the navel. To some of the watchers, all
they could see was this Italian getting a rapier out his bare and muscled
lower back. "Oh I'm hit!"

As he did this, Ivo also manipulated his own sword, also in his right hand
so that a guy coming from the side was stabbed in the belly button. On the
left side, two muscle men were speared by Ivo's spear. "Shit!"  Uri yelled
as he saw three guys, all of different body types, coming at him with
swords. "I'm on your side, I'm on your side!"  He yelled to all three--one
a mesomorph, another an ectomorph, and an endomorph. "I'm on your side!
Don't...gaaawwkkk!"

"We don't care who's side your on! You're dead, fodder boy!"  The
mesomorph, ectomorph and endomorph all stabbed thick swords into Uri's
belly. One found his navel and was so thick, it vertically cut the belly
button sideways and when turned, just swished it all around itself. The
three made their swords meet in the middle and then they plunged through
him to try to stab Ivo but Ivo flung Uri off to one side and Uri's belly
button tight around three swords, took their swords with it. The three men
were left open bellied...and in more ways then one. Ivo removed his spear
from the two guys on his left and swung it so that the point entered the
mesomorph's flesh just above his hip. Ivo then dragged it to the guy's
belly button, through his meaty side. At the same time, Uri's rapier left
the Italian guy who walked away, hefting his tight and hard belly upward,
trying to bear the pain.

"Oh. Oh! Oh! OH! Ohaaahhh."  He fell.

Uri fell with three swords in him but three guys holding onto the swords
also fell ontop of him. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! GETOFFFFFAAAMEEEEE! Ohhahhhhwk."




Ivo used his own sword to stab the ecto and endo morph and they fell ontop
Uri. All four wiggled and struggled with their own wounds. Ivo was too busy
killing more guys to take pleasure in their deaths--but they did. Uri,
under the three, smiled as his skin felt their heavy muscles wiggling and
bumping onto his own. Each move made his tunnel of open intestine, formerly
his bellybutton, burn with more pain in new twisting ways. He died happy
and his moans reflected this.

Sole watched, getting hard beneath his loin cloth, "If Ivo is this
good...why didn't Nolo use him against us before?"

Aoi shrugged, "Dunno."

Ivo chopped into another boy and removed it. The boy fell face down and Ivo
stepped on the boy's bare back and used this to totter one way and then the
other, fooling some males into attacking...and rushing to their belly
button deaths. As Ivo tottered on the gashed boy, he also moved to and fro,
skewering this way and that. More and more males came at him, his own age,
older, and younger. All fell.

"Ivo wants to fight only in the arena," Ibath said, smirking.

"And Nolo only lets him do what he wants?"

"Yeah, as long as Ivo draws new rulers to come to the arena to enjoy Nolo's
shows...."  Ibath said.

Sole squinted, "But what does Nolo himself want?"

Ivo jumped over a pile of bodies and landed infront of a young skinny blond
boy who gasped, "Oh no!"  Ivo cut his sword right into the boy's outtie
belly button and rushed it out and while doing this, backhanded his spear
into a lanky redhead who was rushing at him from behind, knife raised at
Ivo's back. The blond boy shut his eyes and drank in the feeling of fire
burning in his belly button like a shaft. He sunk to the ground.

"Goough!"  The redhead got caught on the spear which arced up from belly
button to upper back and out it. He found himself flung off the spear which
was now being used by Ivo to sweep the area around himself. Several young
bellies were opened up by the sweep and navels hung out of their owners'
formerly tight stud stomachs. Many walked away a bit, until the pain caught
up with them and they moaned, grabbing their tortured abs, some finding
their hands sinking way too far into their own former navel holes...and
fell. All eventually fell.

Turin, an Arab with slick black hair, came at Ivo, yelling, bravely. Ivo
just dropped what he was doing to watch. Turin ran at him and Ivo, getting
tired and cocky, rose his spear up before his sword and Turin hit the spear
from Ivo's hands. A few of the left alive men rushed at Ivo now, saying
things like, "Yeah, we have a chance now! Get him!"  And that type of
thing.




Turin was the closest anyone came to gutting Ivo. But as Turin used his
sword above his head, he left his wide open boyish diamond under ribcage
shape and below navel shape, well-- wide open. Ivo's sword was too far back
in his hand, being removed from a smooth kid's stomach behind Ivo to be
quick enough. But Ivo quickly grabbed the knife at his right hip off his
stone pouch and brought it across Turin's stomach, ripping a line across
the stomach and over the navel. Then he just stuck it into the navel and
plunged. Turin stared into Ivo's eyes. Ivo licked his lips and Turin was
wide eyed in shock. He swallowed and looked at Ivo. Ivo didn't have time to
do more. He pushed the knife in and out and kicked Turin in the balls with
his knee to get the kid away from him. "So die all Arabs!"  Ivo laughed and
saw the faces of many males rushing at him from behind Turin. "Now that
your cover is blown....your bellies will need to be...."  Ivo stabbed a kid
with blond dreadlocks who was rushing closest to where Turin had
stood--stabbed in right in the belly button with the bloody knife and at
the same time, used his sword to stab two others in quick succession---both
in the navel. One had his intestines come out with Ivo's sword when Ivo
removed it.

"OW!"

"OW!"

"OW!"

"GULP!"

"FAAAAAA!"

"HUMP!!!PFFFFFFUH!"

"Get outta me way!"

"OFFFFF!"

"Stab him, stab him! Stab himmmffffffff, he stabbed meeeee!"

Ivo kept on killing and killing. Turin died at his feet first, turning his
face onto Ivo's boot. Ivo moved now, moved through the lines of guys trying
to kill him. A pirate boy with a scarf wrapped around his head and a shirt
tied up around his upper chest, came at him. Ivo found the boy's navel with
his sword and took it out. The boy fell one way. A boy who looked like he
was from prehistoric Earth came at Ivo with a sharp stick. Ivo cut the
stick with his sword and then lunged his spear right into the boy's stone
looking belly. The spear went up and out his back. Ivo bent down and picked
up some knives and flung them into at least ten more guy's bellies. He also
picked up the rapier that had fallen earlier. He used it to swish across
more bellies. Finally, only one boy was left and it was Jim, who hung back,
trying to figure out what to do, attack or watch?

"No!"  Jim brought up his spear as Ivo came at him with his sword. Ivo
laughed and dropped the rapier. "I dunnwanntaaa kill ya..."  Jim quivered
in his voice.

Sole watched as Ivo smiled and opened his arms wide, "Come at me. I will
give you first shot."

Jim leveled the spear but didn't move forward. Ivo dropped his sword now
too. Jim rushed. Ivo flung himself to one side and hit both fists into
Jim's side as Jim passed him by. Jim went flying. Ivo picked up two
serrated knives and ran at Jim who turned and threw his spear. "You missed,
pretty boy! Now we see your guts!"  He ran at Jim, who backed away, not
turning his back on Ivo again. Eventually, Jim was backed to the arena
wall.

"Damn!"  Sole said, "I'd like to kill him."

"Who? Jim or Ivo?"  Aoi asked.

"Ivo."



Ivo had two knives crisscrossed across Jim's throat. The mulatto and albino
picked up their heads to watch...was Ivo going to cut Jim's throat. Ivo
laughed. Jim was wide eyed. He dare not even gulp, though he wanted to. Ivo
dropped his smile. Jim looked at him, "Plea....pleuuuulese..."  Ivo
nodded. "You're gonna do it, you're gonna let me live..."

Ivo dropped the knives from Jim's throat but still held them in his
hands. Ivo laughed again, louder. Jim smiled and laughed too, sweat all
over his face and forehead. "Thanks, I knew you would..."  Jim looked down
as he felt something cold at his belly. "I thought..."

Ivo had the knives crisscrossed like an X over Jim's own belly button. "You
thought wrong...kid..."  Ivo sliced, using the serrated sides of both
knives to cut into the bellybutton from the side of the ridges and
successfully Xed Jim's belly button to shreds.

Jim threw his head back to the wall, shrinking against it a bit and shut
his eyes. "OHHHHHHNOOOOO!"  He brought his head back to see Ivo letting go
of the two knives in him, just the hilts being seen now. Ivo retrieved his
sword and held both knive hilts in one hand. He took them out and as he
did, the other hand, with the sword, brought the sword straight on into
Jim's belly button, full line to the cold wall behind the kid's warm
back. Jim's shoulders tried to swing one way and then the other but the
sword held him and as he seemed to be able to move in this way after a
time, the sword just cut him more as he moved like this. Ivo unstuck the
sword and then brought both knives, in his other hand, back into Jim's
belly, and used his fingers to swish one down from navel to lower belly and
the other up, from navel to upper abs. Jim was being gutted in no
particular order.

"Yes!"  Ivo smiled, "It's what we all want. To see you gutted slowly and
die slowly over time...an hour too long?"

"Oh man, let it last!"  Jim gasped, "You fuck!"

"Request denied! This is an arena, all die but one! Only rule...I live!"
Ivo cut into Jim's belly, alternating with sword and knives, one hand, then
the other, in and out, one arm back, one arm in. Finally, Jim's stomach was
just one big hole and he fell forward. Ivo let the bloody torso hit him and
splash all over him, before letting Jim's body slurp to the floor of the
arena. The males in the audience went wild, yelling and raising their fists
to Ivo in approval.

"Oh yeah," Sole said, "I'm gonna kill him."

"He may be better than all of us put together," Ibath snorted.

"Not three of us," Aoi said.

"Time will tell. I think he can kill you three, Trio, even if you fight him
all together," Fuk stated.

"We'll see," Pare said, holding onto the bars, "We'll see..."

TO BE CONTINUED...