Date: Fri, 18 Oct 2013 18:54:52 -0400 (EDT)
From: J
Subject: Trio Arena: Brett vs Tian

1

The Arena had always been a foreboding place but somehow now it seemed even
more so. The howling wind coursing through the empty shell of walls and
unfilled seats picked up dust causing the occasional dust devil. There was
something bone chilling about the silence, something lonely, remote as if
it was a foreign world. It was this world, this empty coliseum where a boy
would die.

Through the tunnel that had led to Jim's camp stepped a dark haired boy
named Brett. Just 2 months from his 14th birthday and clad only in a bright
red loincloth he entered backed by his stable mates. The boys from both
camps had decided on their own to resume the fights. It was what they were
trained for, what they longed for, what they wanted. If it meant their live
so be it. They were not about to be cheated just because the crowds had
faded away and camp owners remained oddly absent.

The winded howled again as Brett looked back at his mates all of which
remained solemn faced. Some wishing they were in his place others wishing
him good fortune in the conflict soon to ensue. Several of the boys gave up
and down nods of reassurance. His pouty red lips curved upwards in a
slight, very slight smile and flashed across Brett's terribly handsome face
then faded as quickly as it appeared. He gave a nod in return as if to say,
`I have this'. He regripped the rapier he held. It's 2 and a half foot
blade ready to puncture his opponent. Across the Arena ground the young boy
gladiator saw movement. His challenger approached. Brett swallowed down a
lump in his throat. This was really about to happen. His heart beat a bit
harder below his mounted pectorals. He then saw Tian.

Tian was from Innout's camp. The tough looking teen was about the same age
as Brett, late into his 13th year. The boy had well defined muscles and
though not nearly as traditionally handsome as Brett with thinner lips,
less fluffy hair and a nose slightly too big for his face, he had a rugged
attractiveness about him. His better formed muscles gave his young boy body
a hard and menacing look. He carried a rapier as well. But it was his scowl
that Brett noticed most.

Tian walked forward in confident strides. Brett hardly noticed the gaggle
of boys behind his slightly obscured by the swirling dust. Tian seemed on a
mission, a mission to poke as many holes in Brett's body as he could as
quickly as he could. Brett raised his rapier to offensive position and
stepped out to meet the challenge his heart pounding harder.

Up close Brett saw that Tian had a moderate amount of freckles dotting his
whiskerless face giving the boy a look that in another setting would be
cute. But the cute face was trumped by Tian's ferocity, a ferocity that he
demonstrated in his attack.  Tian wasted no time in lunging with his
rapier. No introductions, no handshakes, no false wishes of success. This
was a battle, a battle to the death, why waste time with pleasantries when
the idea was to stab the other to death was Tian's mindset.

As Brett blocked the first swipes with tinking sounds of rapiers clashing
both groups of boys closed in quickly. The silence was broken by the din of
cheering preteen and teen voices, each side cheering their champion on.

But, as the battle progressed, it was all Tian. His quick offensive actions
had put Brett back on his heels. Tian did not relent and Brett, though
effectively blocked could not get in an assault of his own. Tian knocked
Brett's weapon aside and before the handsome youth could bring it back Tian
thrust his thin rapier blade forward and made direct contact with Brett's
left pectoral. With ease that astonished both boys the shaft punctured
Brett's chest and sank deep, skewering the lung but missing the heart
inside Brett's heaving breast. Both boys paused and looked. Both knew the
wound was deep and serious. Brett looked up from his body and met Tian's
eyes. Tian pulled the blade out with a quick tug. Red foam bubbled out of
the hole in Brett's chest which was quickly followed by a steady, but not
heavy stream of red blood. The red line streamed down over Brett's fleshy
pec mound. The pain was not immediate but it was not to be absent for long.

Brett winced as sharp pain began emanating from his stabbed breast. He
slapped his left hand up to it, feeling the slimy wetness of his own
precious blood. He bared his teeth. For the first time Tian showed some
sort of emotion, breaking his robotic demeanor of a cyborg killer as he
smiled a smile of victory, a smile that said, "You're dead meat." Seeing
Brett stabbed and bleeding had affected Tian's groin too as his thick
member pushed aside its scant loincloth cover. Not liking the feel of the
cloth scraping on the bulbous head of his cut cock, he ripped his loincloth
free and stood buck naked, bloody rapier in hand and ready to finish the
task.

Brett panted hard and knew he was disadvantaged. But at least his wounding
had ended Tian's relentless onslaught. Brett summoned up his courage and
stood tall and proud. With blood oozing from his chest, he, too, ripped off
his loincloth and displayed an equally engorged cock jutting from a rather
heavy forest of black pubes. A bit of precum moistened the tapered tip.

"Not bad boy," Tian said giving his own erection a few quick jerks with his
free hand coaxing a drop of precum to appear at slit on his fat, bulbous
bead which was in stark contrast to Brett's pointed cockhead, yet neither
was unattractive. The two naked boys closed and clashed again.

They caught each other's wrists and they pressed in close together. Their
cocks were the first parts of their bodies to touch the other first poking
their firm tummies leaving slimy trails of precum across smooth teen
abs. Then their chests compressed together. Their young muscles battled
each other. Tian was astonished at the power the wounded boy possessed. But
when Tian felt Brett's cock slip and go between his legs he got an idea. He
used his own leg to shove Brett's leg aside, opening the way for Tian to
ram a knee up into Brett's groin.

Tian's bony knee made direct contact with Brett's low hanging ball sack,
mashing the fat, orbs that dwelt inside. Brett gasped in pain and fell
back, moving both hands to his balls. His rapier pointed at the
ground. Tian wasted no time and promptly stabbed Brett in the other
pectoral. He pulled out and admired his work.

Brett staggered back and gasped for breath. Now two red flows poured down
his chest. He blinked his eyes in an attempt to stay awake. But he grew
dizzy and fell to his butt. Tian stood over the twice stabbed boy. His cock
with its big head wagged as he moved directly over Brett. He raised his
rapier to plunge it downward into Brett's neck and finish this fight. But
he could not resist a bit of monologue, "You made it way too easy kid!"

But Brett still had hold of his own rapier and as Tian broke character and
heisted to deliver his taunt Brett rammed his sword upward and thrust it
hard and deep into Tian's slight innie navel. The sharp steel sank in
easily and quickly ravishing the guts that lay deep inside Tian's
belly. The boy screamed.

But Brett was surprised by something unexpected. There might as well have
been a sign on Tian's stomach that read, `To make boy cum stab navel'.  As
Tian wailed in pain, copious wads of boy cum came surging out from the
spherical cock head. Several spattered Brett on the cheek before he scooted
backwards, still on his ass, watching in fascination, despite his wounds as
Tian continued to squeal and squirt semen in an odd display.

The boys from both camps cheered the spectacle. An astonished Tian gently
probed his stabbed navel and inadvertently coaxed another wad of cum to jet
out from his fat cock and land in the dusty ground with an audible splat.

Brett struggled to his feet with a slight but noticeable line of blood now
escaping the corner of his mouth. He was hurt badly but alive and now Tian
was wounded too, not nearly as badly but still it was encouraging.

Tian looked up from his bleeding, pulsing belly and said, "You're so
fucking gonna die!"

Brett straightened up and even with two deep chest wounds that spilled red
lines down his white torso wiped his bloody red lips and replied, "Bring
it."



2

Brett has unstuck Tian's belly and the rapier ripped out with a sickening
but to Brett, joyous, skin rending, flesh tearing, and slightly liquid-y
sound as it left boy meat, smooth flesh molested, and innard juices all at
once.  The rapier was not far from Tian's navel as Brett intended to dive
it deeper in with a second sharp threat. Tian's rapier knocked Brett's to
one side and Brett gasped.

Tian gasped, too, as he used all his left over energy to mount a new charge
at Brett, who was ready for it this time. Abs tight, teeth grit, Tian
rushed him.

Brett wondered as Tian surged at him with an even more energetic and out of
control attack, if this muscular boy consciously wanted the rapier back in
where it had felt so good to him...his navel. Brett quickly threw his own
rapier to his left hand and gripped it.

As Tian charged, Brett stepped aside to his right but returned his rapier
to the straight on position. All he had to do was wait for Tian to run
right onto the point. And Tian obliged eagerly. Almost all of the rapier
buried into Tian's navel and dabbed out his lower back. Tian's eyes went
wide. Brett's smirk moved to just one side of his mouth. He used his free
right hand to hold Tian's left shoulder. It felt sweaty and warm...and
arousing to him. His own dick rose up higher and pre cum turned to cum but
Brett, feeling his dick hitting Tian's hip---it was that large now---tried
to squeeze his balls and hold it all in so that the cum head was at the
slit but not ejecting...yet. His chest was into Tian's left side, feeling
the nipple there.

Brett looked down. So did Tian. What they saw was that the rapier still had
a good six inches before the hilt was touching Tian's smooth skin. Brett's
left hand held the rapier steady in Tian, who did not yet drop his own
rapier from his right hand.

Tian had a look of pain pass over his face and a grimace of pain felt. His
eyes went wide but he looked at Brett second after that and his face showed
a fascination...almost pleasure as his face was awed by what he was
feeling, what Brett did to him, and what he was seeing. He was almost happy
that he was experiencing this feeling. The pin prick of the rapier thrust
straight on in. It moved slightly as his stomach heaved backward, the tight
muscles trying to make itself less a target...to no avail. For he was
already run through. "You got me again, you fucker."

"Yeah, my rapier's fucking your belly button, tiger."  Brett smiled and his
breath blew on Tian's ear.

Tian's mouth opened wide with an O effect. Air came out of it. He held back
his puff but then could do nothing more but let it go.

"Ohh, I can take it."  Tian puffed out.

"Naw. Naw, you can't. NO one can," Brett stood up straighter and as he did
he jerked his left arm, his bicep stressing. His own chest wound bleeding
on the side of Tian's left pectoral---for Brett was at Tian's left side,
standing sideways to the boy. For Brett, Tian was at his right shoulder but
Brett soon maneuvered himself to the front of Tian. He held Tian's left
shoulder from the front now but now his grip was open handed. He moved even
closer so that their stmoachs almost touched. Their dicks mingled again and
they both shot off, unable to hold in any longer. As they jerked, at the
same time, Brett shoved his whole body upward and against Tian's...and the
sword's remaining six inches vanished into Tian's navel.

Tian sucked air in. "Shit! Yeah! I have taken all you have to give!"  His
head went over Brett's shoulder as Brett leaned in some more.

The rapier dangled out Tian's back, perpendicular to it now. "You like it,
doncha?"

"Yeah, do. I do!"  Tian felt the pain pinch and made it his own. He
tightened abs around it. Made it part of himself. Embraced it. He could
feel it invading him but the more it pinched, the more happy his dick
felt. The more alive he felt. Which was ironic for he knew it was probably
going to launch him into a slow painful, death.

Brett felt it too, somehow, "That's it. Embrace the pain. You were good, at
fightin, you know. I was just a bit more controlled."

"Shut...shut it. Pull it out, man.  Aww, fuck! You making it too
goodaaahh...good for me..."

"How can I make it better? Adjust the angle maybe?"  Brett took it out and
then made the rapier go upward. The hilt down. The rapier up. The boys
cheering behind Tian, even some from his own group, watched at the rapier
rose up between shoulder blades.

"OHHHHHDFAAKKK! Feels nice! Keep it goin! That all ya got?"  He was hoarse.

"Naw, there's the opposite!"  Brett could feel Tian drool on his
shoulder. He moved the rapier around some more before removing it. And then
back in. Hilt up, rapier down. The rapier could be seen now dangling low on
Tian's back as Brett wiggled it there. "GGAAARRRRARR!" Brett unstuck Tian
and moved back. "Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle," Brett taunted. As he wiggled it
from there to the middle again.

Tian stood there, erect. His dick pulsating, emitting more and more ropes
of white boy juice. It throbbed and bounced 10 times, each time emitting
large wads of cash carrying cum! Cum hit Brett's belly and dripped over his
navel and then into. Brett stood and raised his rapier in victory and his
other hand in the air, too. Brett's abs stood out in the sunlight,
glistening with sweat...both his own and Tian's. Cum dripped into his navel
and out. His own dick fired rockets at Tian and birthday caked Tian's chest
and stomach...

"Wide open."  Tian thought.

Tian still has not dropped his own rapier. Grunting a death grunt as well
as a possible victory grunt, he lunged forward one last time...

3

Brett slowly turned with his arms raised. The pain in his breast was
intense but now he knew he would leave the arena victorious. The boys from
Tian's side were furious at the disrespect Brett was showing. The code was
go for the kill when you had the chance. Brett had the chance and elected
to showboat as if to say, `This opponent is not worth my full attention'.

Tian's friends were encouraging him on, clapping, shouting words of
encouragement.  Tian was on the move, moving toward Brett's back. Brett
heard his comrade's words of warning too late. Tian's rapier connected with
the small of the handsome brunet's back and skewered clear through the
teen's body effortlessly. Brett looked down his torso to see six inches of
rapier sticking out his tummy just to the right of his navel. Then, like a
magic trick it disappeared.

Brett spun around to face what he knew was his opponent but Tian was
already lunging his rapier forward again. It hit Brett in the stomach just
under his left ribcage puncturing his stomach sack. Surprised and wide eyed
in the horror he was now enveloped in, Brett staggered backwards on ever
wobbly legs. And yet again Tian thrust at Brett's ' belly once, twice,
thrice the sharp sword pierced Brett's lean stomach stabbing once just
above, once just below and once right through the boy's beauty of a belly
button. It was a tiny innie, a difficult target but Tian either by skill or
chance skewered it perfectly.

"Here's where you gave it to me!" Tian said with a sneer. With a quick
twist he ripped Brett's abdominal contents and stabbed a fourth time right
dead center into Brett's torso mid-way between navel and diaphragm.

Seeing the bloody holes leaking from Brett's tight body made Tian's member
grow to full hardness again. Feeling his stomach pierced brutally had the
same effect on Brett. The boys circled each other with hard cocks oozing
precum and belly wounds oozing blood. Both boys were hurt but now Brett had
been wounded far more severely. His punctured lungs were making themselves
more evident as his breath was coming more and more in the form of gasps.
He continually shook his head in an effort to keep the fogginess away. Tian
sensed the weakness and attacked again.

Brett lunged forward to counter but Tian caught the wrist of the hand that
held Brett's sword whilst at the same time bringing his own rapier into the
boy's tender belly meat. It sank through the flesh and guts with ease
popping out the back. Their hard tools pressed side by side as their blood
covered torsos met. The blood created a slickness, warm, wet, sensual that
both found incredibly arousing. Their noses were nearly touching. Their
eyes were fully met in the embrace of violence and death, death for
Brett. The boy knew it too.

"Got me good man," Brett whispered as he felt the cold shaft clear through
his gut.

"Yep," was Tian's simple reply. He then wrenched the rapier this way and
that, back & forth causing the bloody shaft that extended out from Brett's
back to mimic an angry serpent hissing and threatening Brett's gang of
buddies who could do nothing but watch in both fascination and horror.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Brett moaned. He looked both sadly, yet somehow lovingly,
into Tian's eyes, feeling his guts being tormented as well as feeling the
semen flood his pulsing shaft. Tian caught up in the ecstasy of the moment,
feeling his own balls churning released the grip on his rapier and grabbed
Brett with both hands by the back of the head running his fingers through
Brett's lush, wavy locks drawing their lips together. Brett's hands now
free, too, wrapped his sinewy arms around Tian's muscular sides
interlocking his fingers around Tian's back.

Their bloody bellies pressed together, their tongues wrestled as their
interlocked mouths muffled two adolescent cries of orgasm. Copious amounts
of cum joined the blood creating even more slick wetness between the boy
bodies. Spurt after powerful spurt exited both cocks. Both boys shuddered
as their orgasms rocked their bodies.

Once the cumming ended, they broke their kiss and gazed once again into the
eyes of the other. "Fucking A man!" Brett said as his arms dropped to his
sides. He died right then and there, still on his feet and fell straight
backward hitting the sand with a thud. It was then that the full damage to
Tian manifested itself. The tough boy wrapped his arms around his stabbed
and bleeding belly and shuffled over to his camp mates.  He was met with
slaps to his back and congratulations on a job well done.

Brett's friends gathered his dead form and carried his body back inside.
Perhaps they would achieve victory next time.