Date: Sat, 28 Sep 2013 18:01:36 -0400 (EDT)
From: J
Subject: TRIO SPINOFF 1: Arena: The Opening

TRIO: ARENA: a spinoff: THE OPENING

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The stables had been closed for many years and the gladiator boys
languished within the separate camps. The start of it had been when Igno
was surreptitiously murdered in his navel in his bed. No weapon was found
but it was clear a pointed knife was used to drive a path through Igno's
navel wall out his back into the bed below. He died slowly and in pain and
agony...and if the boys believed reports, in sticky pleasure as well. It
took a long time.

Each and every boy, from the tallest to the oldest, when they heard the
story of how it must have happened had their balls vacated and their soft
cocks stiffened into quick erect hardness as their minds added the unknown
details. The boy longed for the fight, most of them. Some knew escape was
possible but not without a lot of deaths among their number. None of them
had died since the arena gates were closed. At the time it was stated that
it would only be until the murderer was found but since that never
happened, neither did the gates open...

Until one night, somehow, as yet unknown, the cell doors to a small set of
boys on both Jim and Innout's slave rooms were opened. The boys in both
sides thought maybe it was fellow gladiator boys who had escaped. It had
been done by a few. From Innout's group, Ian, Ray, and Crete snuck out but
as they met the exit gates on the wooden wall, they realized two things:
weapon had been left out for them AND three other boys from Jim's stable
were also freed. As it turned out they were in the arena where each picked
up the non elaborate swords and semi long knives. Each boy had a sword and
a knife. Immediate enemies due to constant rivalries and grudges built up
over the years, instead of getting out of the gates, which appeared locked
anyway, the two sets of boys met each other blades to blades...

Ian was a 13 year old, energetic, but with a serious tone in his voice and
with big brown eyes and hair. His body was completely muscled and his navel
an innie outtie but mostly outtie. He was short, even at his age but he
more than made up for it in bravery and speed. He never hesitates.

Crete, his team mate, also had brown hair but greenish eyes and was
taller. He also had a bit more body fat on him than Ian but that was not
say that he didn't have a good body, a flat stomach, an innie navel
surrounded by that curved ab look. He had his arm around his lover Ray, a
much taller boy than both Ian and the 15 year old Crete. "We can take em,
right, Ray."

Ray smiled, an infectious one, for he was always light hearted with lighter
hair and dark green eyes. He was also quite muscular in the arms and
stomach and had a bigger chest than Ian, for he was close to 16 years of
age. He was wet already and lunged at the boy named Maxar from Jim's
stable...

Maxar had piercing blue eyes and dark hair and a smooth look to his whole
body. He also had an ample chest and nipples that stood out like
pyramids. His arms were also big. He threw his knife at Ray but Ray knocked
it aside with his sword, Ray snarled at him, "Ah ha, you already lost one
weapon."

Maxar was a man of few words. "No matter. It will only slow me up in
putting the one I do have direct in your navel, pretty boy!"  The two
locked swords and pressed against each other and for a time it seemed
neither could move against the other, so well matched they were.

Ian threw himself full force at a boy almost two and a half times his own
size and probably about four years older. Jayd was blond and a natural one
as Maxar would attest. As his lover Maxar saw the blond pubes often
enough...what little of them there were...Jayd also had a light covering of
slight peach fuzz on his belly, a slight, almost invisible trail leading
from their down to his dick. Which was as hard as all the other five
boys. Engorged cocks made it harder for them to fight. "It's been a long
time," the lightly freckled faced Jayd smiled, his blond eyebrows raising
at Ian. "And you pick a fight you cannot win!"

In his direct and quick manner, Ian held the sword back with is arm bent
and his other hand beckoning Jayd as they parted from the initial strike
against each other's weapons. "Come..."

"I dink I already did," Jayd laughed. He flung himself at Ian but Ian
jumped up high and with his chest out bumped it against Jayd's masculine
chest mounds which could have been a mistake except for the fact that Ian's
knife entered a twisting navel...twisting even more due to Ian's knife
being there. Ian landed and dragged the knife with him, causing a long tear
down Jayd's stomach...navel to lower belly and to where the dick would
start. Jayd yelped and moved back, taking the knife out of his belly with
the move alone. Ian looked at his own knife and held it up for Jayd to see.

Ian smiled, `See I tole you."

"You little runt, you...you got me."

Ian smiled, "Uh huh."  Instead of backing off as Jayd expected, for Jayd
ran at him with a full hard on rage, Ian yelled a victory cry and ran at
Jayd, dropping the knife, and slicing two lines across Jayd's belly button,
one from one side and then brining the sword the other way to slice another
one, two solid lines of an huge X holding, barely holding, the insides of
Jayd in him. Jayd dropped his sword and held his stomach together but Ian
moved in with a quick laugh and jabbed the sword direct into the navel,
perpendicular to it. It ran out Jayd's bare, peach fur covered lower back
and if anyone had seen it, it would have looked as if it belonged there for
his entire life.

"Feel that? Howzat feel?"

Jayd himself felt at peace with the pain. "It feels..."

"It feels good to kill somebody!"

Jayd nodded, sinking to his knees...Ian holding the sword and allowing his
hand to flow with the sinking...and then jabbing it a new way inside Jayd,
who jerked his whole body and gasped. "OHHHHAAHH! It feels good to be kilt
by you."

"Thank you!"  Ian said, "You are good...WERE good. I am bettahhh."

"I die."

"Die."

At the same time, Maxar and Ray stabbed their swords into each other at the
navels. Maxar's shallow semi was now deeply pushed and mangled inside
himself. Ray's larger hole felt molested. They felt the pain at their
navels, a pricking point entering where it should not roam and
simultaneously, felt the tightness against their sword arm and the hand
their sword held...tightness caused by their weapon entering solid
muscle. They swallowed. In shock, they looked up at each other and their
eyes grew wide with shock and then pain. Then, each recognized in the
other, a sort of acceptance of the fact that they had their navels screwed
by a sword. Again, at the same time, they plunged and each felt the same
two feelings...of their sword hand encountering the resistance of the other
boy's solid muscle behind ripped, torn navel AND the other boy's prick
point entering through their rock hard body. They fell against each other
and sank to knees, their dicks tore loose from their meager bonds and
crossed swords while the real swords crossed internal muscle and other
things innard. The boy's eyes looked down at their wounds and then back up
into each other's eyes. Their penises let loose as their faces registered
less shock and more a wide eyed love of what was happening. Then, both
tried to grit teeth and put on a brave face as if they were tough enough to
survive this...which they were not. They put on their toughest.

Maxar gasped, "I will survive this. It not that bad."

Ray snarled, "You won't. I will. You die."

"You're both dying," Eero, one of Maxar's comrades, who fought Crete,
giggled. He was 14 and locked in combat with Crete.

Crete's sword was against Eero's sword as they passed the two stuck
fighters Maxar and Ray. "NO!"  Crete gasped and turned grab Ray's arm.

Ray pulled free, "No! Don't touch me. It'll distract you."  Ray shut his
eyes. He leaned against Maxar the two of them splat loose, covering their
muscled stomachs with huge gobs of rocketing cum which seemed to never stop
shooting up and up at them from their uncut dicks...Then, as they leaned,
their heads showed signs of rolling to one side so they put their heads
against each other and rolled cheek to cheek before hitting each other's
shoulders. Maxar's head hit Ray's bony shoulder and Ray's hit Maxar's
corded muscles on his shoulder. They each tried to outlive the other but
truth is as they fell and died kicking around each other's legs, cumming
some more, they both died at the same time. Before dying, they felt more
and more spasms of violent jerks overtaking them, whether they wanted the
spasms to or not (They did and wanted it badly for it felt great!)!  The
two actually died trying to jerk their swords, both flesh and metal some
more into each other, to cause pain and pleasure to the other and
themselves. The sounds of their dying were exquisite to Ian, the dying Jayd
(who added his own huffing groans and moans and yelps to the mix), and
Eero.

Only Crete lamented. Yet, he, too was hard and wet. In fact, as he fought,
his dick shot even as he was not sure it was. He was amply distracted and
while Eero grabbed his sword arm with one hand, dropping his own knife to
do so, he rammed his sword right through Crete's belly button. Crete saw it
coming, "NO! NO NOAW!"  but could do nothing to stop it. His biceps
strained as he tried to get free and with his knife hand, he swung at
Eero. Eero laughed as he moved his belly away from the swipe. Even so, a
light line of red appeared on his belly from hip to hip and it even
encompassed his navel but it was a mere flesh wound. Eero removed the sword
and did not let go of Crete's arm. He flung him to the nearby wall and the
hit against it made Crete feel more pain. Ian ran up behind Eero but a
swift backward kick put Ian to the dirt floor for a short time.

"YES!"  Eero said. "See how you like this."  Eero recovered someone's knife
from the ground...most of them discarded the knife to focus on their sword
fighting. He moved to Crete and took Crete's two hands in one of his own
and raised them over Crete's head so as not to have interference. Crete's
tight bod was now stretched to the max, his abs noticeable and is curves
making Eero almost relent and not do what he had to do: jab that knife in
to that gnarled belly button. And jab he did. Crete gasped and huffed with
the first strike.  "How do you like them apples?"

Crete's hands came loose and he folded over. Eero put an elbow into his
bare back and made Crete get lower. Crete saw a chance now. Eero's sword
was at their feet, also discarded now. Crete stooped lower and grabbed it
up, brought up his knee into Eero's belly and pushed. As he did, he turned
himself away from the wall and Eero toward it. In one move he jabbed the
sword into Eero's belly button. "You thought you would win. But I think you
gonna die. Die. Feel dat?"

Eero threw his back to the wall and made his belly a small target by
sucking in. It did not good. "You split me from navel to back! NAW!"  He
jabbed his knife back into Crete and they both started to fall. Crete
gasped and shoved the sword in some more. Both boys looked at their own
respective bellies. They almost got cum in their eyes as they, too, shot
loads over themselves and each other, coating their peach colored, smooth
hairless bodies in globs of eternal white. Crete gasped as he shook himself
away from Eero and pulled the sword out, "N' wid your own sword."  He
watched over his shoulder as Eero fell, long, almost uncountable lines of
thick youthful boy cum still connecting their navels, their abs, their
lower bellies, and their dickheads. Crete wanted to shake loose but
something made him realize he would die with the other boy. He sank down,
"Ian, Ian. Help me."  Crete was on his back and suffering. Eero, nearby,
huffed his last. Crete arched up, his head and feet the only things on the
ground. "I burn. Ian, are you able to help me?"

Ian came by with a sword and ploughed point down into Crete's outreaching
belly, belly button first. "I am."  He shoved the blade down and out the
back, the blade now connecting Crete to the ground. Crete gasped.

"Th...thank...just something you hadta doooo...haaaa...peace at last
aaahhhh..."  Crete's body fell down the sword so that his back was on the
bare dirt floor soon enough. He was still alive even then.

Ian nodded and smiled, "Die well, my friend. Die, well. Fight well..." he
jerked the sword out and Crete's body rose up again and his dick fired
again. Ian shot a load again, too. "Die well."  Ian put a foot on Crete's
hip to remove the sword fully. Crete stirred and then with a lasting,
seemingly peaceful huff, died, releasing a blast of air from his mouth with
one last huff out.

Ian was the only one alive. He made sure all the others ---even those still
stirring---were slain at their navels---before the lights went on and he
was in a spotlight. He could hardly see. "I suppose I am going to be kilt?"

"No. Not at all. In fact, it gives us an idea. To re-open the arena..."

"Cool. I'm still not satisfied with just stabbing these guys. I need
more...I'm aching to do me some more slaying..."