Date: Fri, 06 Jun 2008 21:50:46 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO  38

As you may or may not recall...

"Hey," they heard a slim blond with tight buttocks say, "That one is still
alive."  They heard the sliding of a metal sword fsshing out of a holster,
the giggle of the blond boy, and the crunching of flesh as a sharp metal
point hit it. At the same time, the guy on the ground grunted and
gasped. His pelvis rose as the sword went down. Then he lowered. The sword
came out and went back in, thrashing his once again rising pelvis back
down. Simon nodded and Casm smiled. "Ahaha, that felt good."

This was me. Dying in white orgasmic fun, alternately the pain of tingling
shooting stabs in my button. As I died with dick up proud, my bare white
boy belly cummed over a manly navel, my mind went back to the beginning of
this battle...

We were hidden by huge white and gray rocks. Our troop leader, a Thoros
named Dame, was there in his stone loin cloth and he also had a stone
helmet with three horns on it on his head. Dame had a wide Arnold
Schwarznegger belly button, sort of like in CONAN THE ADVENTURER. He was
perhaps even bigger though and muscled as in CONAN THE BARBARIAN as almost
all Thoros warriors are. He also had a slight beard and held two swords.
"This is it you wussies. We hide here and surprise the first caravan of
gypsies we find. Remember we want more fodder for the arena, more
gladiators to train. So don't go killing any males you don't have to. And
we do not kill the women or female children. Male children younger than
nine will not be taken but will be left to run off. Understand that?"

"So," a thin blond regular soldier boy said, "We don't kill anyone if we
can help it?"

"That's right!"

"There's no fun in that!"  The blond turned to his warrior buddies and
smiled and they laughed. When he turned, he realized Dame was on him
immediately, his sword already impaled through his thin stomach in his
still belly hole, which began to heave forward now.

"Have yer fun in this!"  Dame said as he twisted the hilt. The blond gasped
and rose up on his toes.

"Naw!"  The blond said, his crewcut head moving down Dame's large pecs.

"Anyone have any objections?!"  Dame yelled as he removed his sword and let
the blond slide down his abs to his crotch.

"Gulllllllllllllukkk!"  The blond fell still after a few meek heaves of his
bony protruding pelvis between smooth bony hips.




No one said anything. A few of the warrior boy's friends that he just made
laugh were wide eyed at his death but an equal number were smiling wryly at
the body which had hands over belly wound, still swimming in each
other. Dame was not smiling though, "Anyone else do, they die. Now, hiding
here we can surprise anyone that comes along. We need bodies, remember
that."

As quick as possible, I saw a blur shoot from between two giant rocks,
these rocks which were fifty feet or so high. Some were smaller and a few
were higher. There was a passage between them which wound and wound in a
sort of haphazard path. Between Dame's thick legs there was ample space for
some slender, slight framed kid to slide in on his back. This is what
happened. The kid was Oriental and muscular but slight. And quick. He had
two knives in his hand, long, a bit squiggly and very sharp. He slid on his
back in the sand and he was facing up at Dame's crotch but leaned further
up as fast as he could. I later heard, while wounded on my back and before
my gutting by that enemy blond kid, that this brave fighter was named
Casm. Dark blue hair pointed down to his forehead but longer in back, long
brown lashes, a Y shaped belly button, heavilly ringed. Dark copper tan,
big round, brown eyes. Curves all over, bony hips. He wore only a cod piece
held by thin rope to round gold ringlets on each lower hip, slipping lower
as he moved. He also wore ankle bracelets on each ankle, gold also. A toe
ring on one toe and sandals. He wore a feather in one ear, his right ear,
attached to an ear ring. In a flash, he crossed the knives over Dame's abs,
level with his belly button and stuck them in, each crossed just into the
side of the belly button. Dame watched, a non worried face on, at first not
sure that what he was seeing wasn't some kind of harmless desert fox or
other animal. Then about 7 seconds after being stuck into, he felt the
pain. He watched amazed.

Casm said something like, "Hey idiot, there are two sides to those rocks!
Attack! Now!"  Casm dug in and then used the pointed tips to dig sideways
under Dame's belly button and then gorge right out in the center of the
belly button. Out came button, some intestine, and skin. Yellow stuff
too. Ridge destroyed and belly button half there, half hanging. Casm
unstuck knives and then let them in again this time straight in, doubly
side by side, not crisscrossed. Then he crisscrossed them once they were in
the thick meat.

At Casm's yelling for his own troop to come out of hiding among the rocks,
I still could not draw my attention away from Dame's pain. A lump in my
skimpy loin cloth/thong. When I finally did, Dame was sinking to his knees,
Casm was out of his position and slaying warriors closer to the front of
our troop, using his knives to stab fast in and out. Five youthful kids
from our troop lay at his feet already, moaning their end, and probably
groaning their first orgasms out too. Casm stepped over them, not caring
about them, in order to put his knives in more, more whom tried to raise
their swords at him. In a few seconds, there were companions at Casm's
sides, of all shapes and sizes and nationalities. They looked a great deal
like our troop. They only way they could tell us apart would be our similar
uniforms, the stone thongs of the Thoros among us, and our silly small
helmets and hats. There were as many of them as us, in fact, maybe a few
less than our number...until you began to count the downed, moaning bodies,
squirming, kicking. Rising hips.




To Casm's left was Simon, a big muscled British boy with brown hair, a bit
longish hair. He wore a speedo and held a magnificent slick, golden sword,
half an inch at the point, but two inches at the middle and that was the
longest part. It was smaller on the end and had a small hilt. Simon swung
it seriously and made such confident moves forward as to scare the warriors
who were among us. I watched, merely watched as my comrades threw
themselves with relish at the attackers...and onto the points of their
swords, spears, and knives. Simon faced three men, big muscled Thoros who
circled him. They closed in but Simon bent at the knees, turned, and swung
his sword round and round, gutting each man's belly. Buttons hung out
bellies and the trio grabbed at their own innards. Simon pressed on, side
by side with Casm and a dark American Indian named Blade, a skinny
stomached but muscled fighter with big wild brown eyes and thin black hair,
longish to his lower neck. Blade was smiling as he barreled into a skinny
lanky tall redhead with freckles, shoulder first. The redhead buckled a bit
but swung his sword. Blade moved forward, ducking under the sword and now
placing himself between the guy's chest and the guy's sword. Blade smiled
as the guy realized what would happen, over Blade's back. Blade was now
back to the guy's chest. He slid his sword along the guy's lower belly,
beneath button, between button and dick start and along bare boy
belly. When Blade's sword point felt the dip in skin: the navel--Blade
moved it so that the point thukkked right into the navel. The redhead's
mouth formed a perfect O as he bent down now, his chin hitting Blade's
smooth back. Blade turned out from the guy's chest, his sword still dipped
in the navel. Blade laughed.

Simon drove his sword right into a large muscled Thoros's strong ab section
and pulled out, "Blade," I heard him yell, "Just kill em and move on!"

Blade yelled back, "For you, it's just a battle. For me, it's very, very
sexual! DIEEEE!"  Blade yelled as he drove his sword into the redhead's
belly and out the freckled bare back. The kid folded onto the sword. Blade
unstuck it with a heavy slurping sound and whirled around to a crowd of
five boys coming at him, all of them taller than he. He grabbed his sword
and pointed it into one's belly button, the boy, a light skinned Norway
boy, heaved back, spreading his belly wide. It went in roughly so Blade
made a face that showed the strain of pushing it in more. As he did so, he
swung sword and belly boy into another and caught that one on the sword too
and a third as well. He tripped the fourth and the fourth fell onto one of
his dying pals...right into the pal's upheld spear. He landed, chest to
chest, belly to belly, skin splashing into skin. He jerked on the spear
which was fully through him and both guys on the ground thrashed. Blade
stepped on them to get height and let his three stuck guys slid off his
sword into another oncoming warrior.

Casm swung back and forth along his own body's area and unleashed death to
many warriors to either side of him. I watched but now I flung myself out
of the trance. I moved back as I saw the trio come toward my area. But it
wasn't just them. There were large men, bigger than Thoros, who I think
were robots or androids. They were totally naked and very, very big in
every area of their body. They had all sorts of different knobs. I think I
heard them later say they were made by the big muscle man with some blond
hair on his chest and legs named Timord. Timord had this little dark
Oriental kid named Dioin behind him as he too fought. Dionin looked as if
he never held a weapon in his entire life. He cringed behind Timord. Timord
flung a kid off the side of his sword, a big slit in the kid's entire front
stomach and Dioin flinched as the kid's innards poured out. The kid went
down, "Hel...help me."  Dioin got hard watching this kid fall. The kid fell
into Dioin's knee but bounced off.  Another kid came up behind Timord...and
Dioin.




"Ti!"  Dioin yelled but Timord was jabbing a knife in his other hand into
the belly button of a taller guy, who pulled himself off and heaved his
belly upward in involuntary movements of pain and pleasure. This taller
guy, big and long haired, heaved up cum and his hands grabbed with this
wounds. "I...I can't help you!"  But Dioin did. He raised the razor thin
blade he had, it was nearly a fencing foil. The kid coming at them was
delighted to stab Timord in the back but he didn't get the chance. Dioin
lunged upward from his crouching position and held his foil hilt
down...with the point up. It went up and up...and hit thick belly. The kid
dropped his sword which he held up high and dropped now. Dioin was
horrified but as he slid the sword into the belly...deeper and deeper, his
horror turned to fascination, then glee as he felt the innards being moved
aside by his weapon in the kid's mass. Then pop. It slid in faster and out
the kid's back. The kid on the sword wiggled and dropped...with Dioin's
sword. Dioin let it follow but held on tight. He then wiggled the sword
himself and joined the kid's wiggle. Dioin pulled it free and let the sword
find fresh air, air that the kid he just stabbed seemed to be gasping in to
try to live. It didn't work. Dioin looked at him and watched as he fell and
struggled to a loss of kicking orgasm.

Timord jabbed his knife into another guy and swung his sword into
another. "WHOffaaa!"  The other guy let out a surprise gasp. Timord pulled
the sword out and stuck his second sword into a rushing older male. The
male's belly concaved into itself as Timord plunged. He pulled out with two
hands, one sword over the other and as he did his other sword stuck into
the victim too. "Faaaaaa!"

"Two for the price of one or is that the other way round?"  Timord yelped.

"Yeah, let me REALLY feel it!"  The guy he stuck, an older guy, with a
handsome dark face and straggly hair, seemed to enjoy this. He threw
himself onto Timord's swords, his bare teardrop belly button getting
plunged in. Only the ring around it was left and it seemed swollen. Timord
found himself wondering if it was that way before or if the wound was doing
this.  "That's it, oh the sweeeeet spot!"

Timord twisted both swords around and made mush out of the belly but then
he realized what the brown haired man was doing. Holding onto the sword
bodies. Holding him from using his sword until others could come at him
from all sides. No matter, Timord twisted and stuck it in. Around Timord
now were huge seven foot men, all with huge belly buttons of all shapes and
sizes. Outtie knobs, mushroom headed navels, innies so deep you could never
see their end. There were about 13 of them. All with a line between their
butt crack--a thin thong only. Very muscled and with all colored
hair. Dioin yelled, "Androids! Protect him!"  Timord knew his androids
would. They were made by him and they were not really androids, more like
living flesh and clay. They could be killed though. But they wouldn't be
this day. The guy stabbed by Timord held the sword but a sword came out his
chest as the android with bleach blond hair stuck it in. A wry smile
crossed the android's face. Another with bright red hair came at a youngish
teen coming at Timord from the back. The android raised his sword but from
his navel a sharp spear jutted out and struck the kid in his big outtie
freckled belly button.




"Yalap!"  The kid yelped and as he had raised his sword on high over
Timord's back, his belly was outstretched. Tightly stretched so that the
point burst into it with as much pain as possible. The kid's sizable lump
in his loin cloth grew even greated as his navel was pierced. Then the
android with red hair shoved the sword along side the spear from his own
navel. The kid felt two points acting as one, pushing a part of him beyond
his own front. Back through him and out. The android then backed off and
brought pieces of flesh out of the kid, who stared in shock. Then he
fell. The other androids stabbed everyone around Timord and Dioin, Dioin
holding his sword out uselessly--there was no one left alive around him to
kill. They were either dead or kicking to their deaths under the swords and
spear navels of the androids.

Chest and belly pierced from two sides, the victim fell onto one of the
other boys and he cam buckets from his thong onto the kid.

Zoltan, one of the Nolo soldiers had short flat black hair, a black
necklace around his neck which ended with a metallic sword idol. He also
had a giant swordfish tattooed on his right pectoral. He had a little bit
of hair on his arms and chest and a belly button that looked like it was
tucked into him from below but with a large bit of skin folded as an outtie
on the inside. He waved two swords around like a pro and took out a few of
Simon's men. "Come on, you cowards of Nolo's! I was not an arena gladiator
who fought his way out of that rat hole to die under the weapons of a bunch
of misfits and boys! Kill them all!"

Simon saw that this guy was six foot or better. But he was too busy killing
ten guys who tried to block him from Zoltan. Not try, he thought, they
were. I watched as the boys who were with Simon pushed through the warriors
and soldiers of Nolo. Even Thoros were not fast enough to stop them, in
fact, the boys's advantage was that they were smaller. Simon drove his hilt
up to the belly of a Thoros who was watching these boys. I knew these boys
from previous forays. They always eluded us. No doubt they hated us for
capturing other friends of theirs who probably were belly cut in the arena
of Nolo's.

I wondered if this was all worth it. I looked down, even backing away, and
this lump of mine in my loin cloth made it all enjoyable. Seeing guys going
down constantly. And in every sort of position, standing, on the ground,
hurtled through the air onto a spear or sword, knived close up, hand to
hand, chest to chest, belly to belly. I knew to back off behind a smaller
of the rocks to watch these boys. As I did, one of their warriors, a
Chinese kid named Eacho, for I heard other Orientals urging him on as they
called his name to do so. He was youngish. Small but nasty faced and nasty
looking. His mouth snarled up in delight and his eyes showed that he was
very into this. He wore white cloth over his legs and croutch but it was
currently sticking out at the front--his dick was hard as can be and over
six inches long out. And wet. The kid had a nasty looking curved sword with
a straight point at the end. He was backing one of my friends, Sizz, into
the flat rock wall. Sizz was taller and more muscled, especially in the
belly area. He had this outtie button that had splits in it. Soon it would
have more splits. The rest of Sizz's unit was speared, knifed, and slain by
the other Oriental boys. Who were now up and even as they thrashed and
trashed the bellies of their victims, who were falling, were chanting on
Eacho.

"Get him Eacho!"

"You got him now!"

"Make his belly button hit rock!"




Sizz was sweating. The point was up at his navel but not hard. He backed up
and Eacho followed. As Sizz's back hit white rock, he gulped and stuck his
belly in so as not to get it stuck. "There is no escape from my point,"
Eacho smiled so that his teeth could be seen on one side of his
mouth. "Backing away coward, will do you no good."

"I want to die, then! Die with it in me! Make me feel that metal surge
through one side of me to the other!"  Sizz gulped and shut his eyes.

Eacho laughed, "What make you think we not want prisoners!"

Sizz opened his eyes, "Thank goodness. You take me alive."

"Naw! Just teasin! Round eyes! Die!"  Eacho shoved the point in a bit.

Sizz backed up and couldn't move much but his upper body shivered. He huh
huhed air into his mouth and down but as he did, he felt it in his belly
meeting with the point of Eacho's sword as Eacho shoved it in some
more. "That...that all ya got, pansy, nip!"

Eacho grew mad and his eyebrows creased so he shoved hard. His elbow moved
inward and as it did, the blade bit into Sizz's muscled hard stomach,
popping his navel inward and Sizz could feel it surge through him, a knob
knot being pushed around and in finally. It moved through him to hit solid
rock behind. Sizz's dick popped out of his thong and bounced against
Eacho's lower bare boy belly--Eacho being that close. Both erupted, Eacho
pulling his own pants front down. One big gusher as dicks met and cum made
one fountain of spray between them, hitting them both in their chins. Sizz
gasped, "I came on a Chin."

"Ha ha," Eacho said as he bent his wrist back and forth--the wrist holding
the sword in Sizz, "Very funny..."

"EEEEEEEE!"  Sizz gasped.  Eacho pulled out finally with one quick
motion. Sizz looked at him, opening his eyes one last time. He looked at
his butchered belly and did not know what to do with his hands. He slid
down the rock, still looking at Eacho with expression. I think Sizz may
have seen me watching. I was hot just knowing that someone I knew, someone
as hot looking as Sizz, were dying with their gut stuck, like I had always
wanted. Sizz slid and slid, blood behind on the rock. I ducked down hoping
that these Oriental dogs would not slay me. I was the coward, not Sizz. I
wondered what he felt as he stabbed.

Zoltan found himself surrounded by the smaller boys and it was clear he did
not see them as a threat at all, "This all ya got?!!?! C'mon, send in the
big boys!"




There was Duncan in a blue speedo two sizes too small for him. The top was
rolled down a bit. The top of his legs could be seen above it. He had the
curviest bit of belly under his navel, a foot above his speedo. The curvy
bit was smooth hairless boy skin, which curved at his middle and showed his
legs to either side of it. Not fat. Muscle and a vee stomach. Topped off by
a navel that had a large shallow innie appearance but in its center was a
thick finger like outtie. Duncan chewed gum and had short brown straight
hair and brown eyes. He had a large spear and he watched with enjoyment as
the other boys threw themselves at Zoltan.

A skinny curvy, smaller blond boy with a black feather from a bird of some
kind in his short bright blond hair, had two knives coming at Zoltan's
lower belly. He had on a light brown, dark tan speedo that if one wasn't
not looking too closely (I was, for he was very, very cute) it would appear
that he was naked. This was Cordo. With the madness of a rapid dog, he
threw himself at Zoltan.

Fory was in denim cut offs. With longer brown hair hanging, he had an open
boyish face, brown eyes and sensuous thick lips. I thought that these
fighters were all handsome or good looking or cute or hypnotic in some
way. Perhaps this was one of their weapons, their exceedingly good looks
distracting their opponents. Fory had an unusual belly button in that it
looked like an upside down tear drop, with a thicker outtie ridge on top
and a heavier innie appearance in the middle with the bottom ridge
nonexistent, instead it looked like a plank that lead down from some kind
of spaceship almost like a gang plank on a castle door over a moat. Flat
bottom ridge lead directly into his belly tunnel but that upper ridge
covered it like a roof. He also had almost vanishing nipples. They were
there but very faintly. His thick lips were tight together and almost had a
slight smile on them. His eyes were smiling more though. He had a dagger, a
VERY long dagger with two points on both sides of the hilt in one hand and
a long thin fencing sword in the other. He yelped once but seemed much
calmer than Cordo.

Manny, a small boy with light brown hair, dark blond hair punk style
sticking up on the top of his head but hanging down over his head's sides,
a brownish hazel set of eyes and wearing a short cut denim blue jacket top
and skimpy shredded denim shorts with lots of holes in them, was among
them. He held a spear and a sword. He also wore a necklace of bones around
his neck. Each one held the remains of some of his victim's...their inner
navels...the start of their intestines!

Mors was thick bodies, thick haired and very, very blond. He had blue eyes,
hair well over his ears and down his back, freckles lightly over his back
and chest, but very smooth skin especially in front. His gut was large and
spread but not at all fat. He wore white shorts with a waist band on them
and white boots. His navel was solid innie with a semi shallow, semi deep
inside, lots of fleshy details inside. And he sported big thick
nipples. Muscled legs. He held a small trident and a long, curved knife.

Cuuba has a belly that seemed made out of dark reddish brown clay. Smooth
and set. Not fat, not skinny, he had the look of an American Indian but
also of Cuban blood and perhaps even Peruvian. He had distinct high
cheekbones but not unattractively so. His eyes seemed farther apart than
most people's. Thick lips but not as thick as Fory's and big cheeks, almost
masked instead of adding to, a boyish face. Denim blue pants with a brown
belt tightly around his lower waist, so low it was only just covering his
pubic area. Jet black short silky hair bunched up but nicely so. He held a
thin spear in one hand and a traditional sword in the other. A thin ridge
that looked like it should lead to a shallow innie but which lead to a
shadowy innie with a thick back wall, that could be seen even though it was
far set back. It looked like a sideways eye with a lid over it but that was
just how the shadows were hitting it I'd guessed.


These boys were being flipped off Zoltan like they were flies. "Stand
clear!"

Zoltan obviously didn't hear him, for the big one was confused as to why
the boys scattered away from him. I think he thought a few seconds later,
that it was his prowess as a warrior. For he stood up tall, erect, threw
his chest out and stretched his stomach so that every muscle, every nuance
of skin and veins could be seen. He was quite a specimen. However, he
didn't notice a flashy small kid running at him full force. Duncan, his
nice belly scrunched up, as he was bent over, ran at Zoltan and planted his
spear point target on into Zoltan's belly button. Duncan yelled loudly as
he stuck and struck. Zoltan yelled loudly too and their screams and yells
mixed as one so that it was difficult to tell which one was in pain and
which one was yelling in determination to extinguish the other's intestines
via button. Then it was visually that we could tell it was Zoltan who was
dying. Zoltan stood firm but then buckled over a bit, his shoulders back,
his neck stretched and his head titled a bit back as if trying to bear it
and believing he could. He was wrong. As Duncan ran, the spear made Zoltan
get forced back, his feet moving. Duncan almost had Zoltan off the ground
but Zoltan was too big for him to do this. Instead they both ran back and
the spear ran ahead of them both, the point out Zoltan's back now. Duncan
yelped in victory now and pulled the spear out. Zoltan fell in a grumphing
heap. He jerked and spat from his dick. He continued jerking for some time,
dying with many groans and grunts. It turned me on. He was hot. He was
dead. Duncan examined his kill after straightening up. He was proud and it
registered on his face. He held up his bloody entrail covered spear and
said, "Kill em all! Have at em all! Kill!"

Some pair fought past me, past the rock I was hiding. A sword came at me
but the other, on my side, for he was wearing one of our silly bone type
helmets, grabbed the arm that had the sword and used his knife to gravel
out the belly button of their warrior. Ha! At least we got one of
them. This put me into action, moved me out of my complacency. I drew out
my sword. The guy who was stabbed was hanging onto the sword so that my
ally could not pull it out. This gave a shorter kid some time to come upon
him and jab his knives, both, into his own hanging out belly button, for he
had an outtie. I jabbed my sword into this kid and the sword of my ally
came out of the first one. I stabbed him too. It gave me a feeling of
superiority. I alone, among the four of us, survived. Three others sinking
to their belly button deaths. Nolo would be proud, that silly git. He
happened to have a nice bod and belly button himself. I think that is why
he liked to see belly buttons get it, destroyed, pierced. He probably
imagined his own getting it. My dick got even harder, as high up as it
would go I reckon as I thought on these things. The battle had me hard as
stone but this time I grew up to the waist band, which made it difficult as
the dick head rubbed against it. Wetness soon followed.

I then realized my sword was almost fully into the body of the kid I
jabbed. He sunk down and my arm followed. I pulled it out but had to thrash
it about to do so after a few extra seconds. His formerly wide eyes now
closed in pain as he gulped and he opened them once, one last time to see
his killer, accusing stare turning to amused joy as the pain gave him a
final jerking orgasm. I smiled back and stabbed him again but as I did, I
didn't realize some of his allies were on me. Fighting with more of us.




A sword hit my arm and shoulder and it hurt. Not good hurt, like in belly
button pain but real pain that I didn't want to bear. I dropped my sword
and I fell, staggering past the rocks. I continued to move past the battle,
away from the many falling and fallen bodies. I crawled. Fortunately, the
hunky Australian that hit me was engaged just moments after he hit
me. Three of our Thoros surrounded him and on all sides drew swords into
his guts. The points met in his middle and as the Thoros thrashed, the
points found their drilling way out his navel. The hunk screamed. The
Thoros smiled but four kids jumped onto each's body, one on each back. The
ones on back slit throats while the ones hung around waists slit navel
holes alike. Thoros warriors went down in pain, the way they liked it. Some
went down with their smiles still lasting on their faces. Eyes open. Others
frowned in pain and shut their eyes. And it was not just these three. Other
Thoros warriors were being defeated. There were just so many of them and
not enough of us. And these Simon, Casm, and Timord fellows slew dozens
upon dozens of us. They were almost as good as Trio themselves but Trio
would kill thousands. I laid on my belly for a long time but then thought
my back could be seen moving up and down as I breathed harder and harder
and my dick got harder and harder and I would rise up that way. I turned
onto my back and lay as still as I could. I looked at my nice belly...I had
some good abs and a very inviting belly hole. A good ridge too. I didn't
want to waste it on this silly minor battle. I wanted to die in the heat of
an important battle. I could tame my breathing hairless belly better if I
could see it this way. My dick was very, very wet now. I heard the sounds
of guys dying, most of them familiar, meaning my troupe was getting their
guts stuck in all sorts of ways.

I heard bodies hitting sand, groans of pure sex spiting out, splashes of
guts, skin, and cum. I played dead for so long, away from the main action
again, that I almost believed I really was dead. I think I may have fallen
asleep. Cum spilled over my navel and caked there for a long time. The
winners killed all of my other friends. My troop was dead, gone, passed
on. The enemies began to take their clothing, what very little of it they
wore and mostly their helmets. And weapons. Some weapons had to be pried
out of thick bellies. Or pulled out of bony backs, the endings of the
spears or swords so far into the belly that to pull out of a back was
quicker. It was a long time. I think I fell asleep, my penis getting less
firm.

I woke up not long after. I heard someone getting closer. Two of them. No,
maybe three. Or one. I couldn't tell. I wondered how long I could hold my
breath. My belly from...

"Hey," I heard a slim blond with tight buttocks say, "That one is still
alive."

Another one still alive? I wasn't the only one. Perhaps they would let him
live, try to tell them...no, they were just too thrilled to be killing...to
let any of us lived. Well, poor sap would die. I would stay firm here. My
dick started to grow again, first the sides got a bit heavier and then the
mushroom head grew thick before the stem could grow. Then the sides inched
thicker all around and jutted the mushroom up again. Damn, they would see
this...or had that slim blond seen it already.



I heard the sliding of a metal sword fsshing out of a holster, the giggle
of the blond boy, and the crunching of flesh as a sharp metal point hit it.
Hit...hit...ME!!!! I grunted and it came out loud. I gasped. A long grunt
and a long, loud gasp...the air held in by my trying not to show my belly
rising and falling...now let out like a stuck balloon. Which it was! I was
not sure the air wasn't coming out directly from my gut as the sword made a
deep hole in it, snapping the flesh out of my belly button back wall and
continuing on in and in...I let go of all struggle...my dick let go and
popped a large streaming geyser up. The blond licked his lips. I could see
that. I rose up on my legs and back, my pelvis thrusting up, my lower back
off the ground. I came and came and it was fun. The pain drove me to throw
my hips but it also suddenly made me fall and put my back down. Is that it,
I thought. That was rather nice. I knew it was killing me but I felt so
sexual...so very turned on...my orgasm lasted and lasted. I knew my dick
would stay hard. Is that it, is that all there was to it? I didn't
think...OWWWWWW! The damned little fucker, cute face and all of his...he
drove the sword back into my hole and wiggled it a new path. Deep into me!
"AHHHHH! Deppppeeeerrrahhhhhrrgghhhh! Oh! Hilt! Hilllllllgghuh..."  Not
sure if I thought this or uttered it, I thrust back up again and felt the
thrust met with equal and opposite thrusting of the metal long sword
downward. I slide down it and kicked. My feet went up, my arms tried too.

"Ahaha, that felt good," I heard the kid say. Or it could have been one of
the two (the glimpses of outlandish, powerful muscle made me think one of
these was Simon) sitting down to watch in glee and pleasure. We were all
wet, I was sure, but none as much as I. I died slowly, thinking and
wondering what these great hunky and handsome warrior boys would do against
the full force of Nolo's army, for I knew they were preparing to throw
themselves against his full might...may they die in as much pleasure as
they have brought me...

TO BE CONTINUED...