They had always said, that Jackson looked young.
But as he laid here, with his shirt pulled up, you really saw it. He was 23, but his stomach was flat with just a slight marking of what could have become a six-pack, had he gotten a few more years alive. He could have spend them in the gym, but he never got that far. 
His chest was the same - no big muscles, but still you could see that a little bit of work could have made the body of a man. 

Well, nobody really cared about that now, because Jackson didn't breathe anymore. 
I'm proud to call that my handy work. 
There was nothing personal behind it - I had no beef with him, but we all need to make a living, and my craft is all I've got. 

You see, Jackson - pretty as he was - lacked brains. He wasn't very smart, so when he got into some shady business with some shady dudes - and failed to pay because he snorted most of the drugs himself, they called me. Jackson was becomming a liabillity, so he had to go.
Getting him was easy - I followed him for a couple of days and found out where he used to sell.
I posed as a customer, which was not easy as I've never taken any of that shit - but hey, you don't wanna know that, you wanna know how he died, dont you...? Pervert... ;-)

Well, I've nothing better to do, so let me walk you through the death of Jackson.
I lured him into my car - told him I couldn't be seen buying drugs in public. Dumb as he was, he followed me willingly.
We drove to a warehouse I knew - I once loaded there in my former career, but the rescession made my skills behind the wheel and the warehouse redundant. Now it stood empty and I still had a key.

I took him in. He had no idea what was happening, who I was or that he would soon draw his last breath. At some point he turned his back on me - and I made my move. 
I went up behind him and put him in a sleeper hold - he started gasping for air. 
I bend him backwards - his t-shirt went up, revealing his sagging pants, the waistband of his boxers and a small stripe of his stomach.
I pulled his shirt up, so it was just above his navel and then slowly I sunk my blade into his belly button. He started moaning - nothing loud or screamish, but silently and gasping. A small stripe of blood started running down against his CK boxers. 
He got limp and I let him fall to his knees, I took out my knife and while holding him up, I slowly stabbed him in his belly button again. Same silent moaning, he almost sounded as if he was running out of air.
I pulled his shirt further up and slowly retracted my knife, just to ram into the center of his torso. He shook a little and by now he moaned a bit louder, but it all stopped when I pulled the knife back out. 
I let him fall to the ground - he landed on his back with his arms spread to both sides. I pulled his shirt all the way up. No chest hairs, nothing around the nipples, my last stab was slowly but directly into his heart. I heart him moan and the last thing coming from Jackson was a silent breath as his head turned to the left. 
Carefully I put my ear to his bare chest. No heart beat, no breathing sounds - just warm, soft skin against my ear. I kind of fell sorry for the kid, so I gently stroke him down his stomach as if to assure him, that he wasn't alone when he died... Ironic, I know - but who says assasins can't have a conscience.
His skin was soft and warm - a big difference to my own hands, who were rough and worn after 20 years of hard work. 
I left the building, got my money and drove out of town.
New targets waiting, more money to be earned...


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This was my first try at writing a story.
I shall be the first to inform you, that english is not my first language, so any mistakes or wrong grammar is simply due to the fact, that I'm Danish.
I hope you enjoy this little story from my twisted imagination ;-)
Thanks for reading, and have a good one.

THAT NAVEL is super stupendous

we are two warriors. You think the victory is yours, but like you me, I ram my knife into your belly

TOTALLY HOT man

especially belly and navel stab and belly open pubis to upper abs ^^

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A fantasy of a stabbing aztek

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You have a knife in your hand.

I'm stripteaser, totally oiling and moving my belly in front of you, where would you like to push your blade ?

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Hi,

I would love to meet guy for stabbing and navel fantasies. I'm living in France ^^
My navel is so sensitive that i can cum with a finger inside!

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       Patrick was quite the show-off.  His firm rock-hard chest couple with washboard abs.  Still young, he thought the world existed for him.  He was pissed when his candidate lost the presidency, so he decided he wanted to join Russia as a soldier.

          (Yeah, right, as if we would permit someone so flaky to join our ranks.)  After seeing his facebook posts and having one of our informants interview him, we decided to pay him a visit.  He took us out to one of his sheds.  It was set up with a gym and an armory.  Quite impressive.

          Once there, he showed us his stuff, proving his strength and how much we would be missing out on without him.  My men were very impressed, as indeed, was I.  However, he was all meat and no morals.  He showed us his gun collection.  He picked up one of his favorites and bragged how nobody could ever get past him when he had this bad boy with him.

          That sounded quite like a challenge to me.  "Oh yeah?" I said, studying one of the blades he had stored on the wall.  

           "Fuck yeah," he replied enthusiastically.  "With these guns," he said kissing his biceps, "and this gun."  He picked up his favorite piece,  "I am invincible.  I am immortal.  I am a g....."

          His words were cut short when I turned and chucked the blade at him, squarely nailing him in the navel.  His muscles tensed as he stared, wide-eyed at my men.  His faced reddened as he held in his breath, trying to resist the urge to show any pain.

Josh:
   

   


Jeff:
   

   



The giant room was crowded with men, packed tightly around the cage in the center.  Each of them totally naked, as the men always were when watching the fights.  There was no better way to collect and watch two guys fighting as nature intended;  no armor, no glorified wrappings, just flesh laid bare for all to see.  As was the audience, so were the two young men in the middle of the ring.

The cage itself was enclosed by crude fence.  It was to make sure the two men inside the cage were on their own, as much to keep the spectators out... but the holes in the cage did nothing to prevent someone from slipping something inside now and then, it was almost to be expected.

The crowd roared and cheered as the two menu stood at opposite ends of the cage.

Josh, just 22 but incredibly well built, stood at one end.  At the other stood Jeff, slightly older but stronger looking than Josh.

The two men stood, staring at each other, completely naked, glistening with sweat in the hot and humid room.  Both had sizable cocks dangling between their legs, and as the tension in the air started, their cocks slowly started to fill.  And then the fight started.

The two approached the center of the ring, pacing each other, slowly encircling each other, fists ready, slightly crouched and standing in a left-foot-forward stance.  Finally, Jeff lunged at Josh, and the two began to wrestle while still on their feet.  Eventually, Josh dipped below and wrestled Jeff to the ground where the two young men became entangled together, sweat and slippery muscle writhing on the floor.  A few body blows were landed, thudding into muscled torsos and followed by grunts.

Eventually, the fighters were back to their feet.  Jeff noticed one of the spectators at the edge of the ring, gesturing for him to glance at this hand.  In it he was holding a small knife, a solid handle and hilt with a 4 inch blade.  Jeff was cautious to make sure Josh didn't notice the glance, and he skillfully maneuvered their wrestling entanglement over towards the edge of the cage. He allowed Josh to wrestle his back against the cage, and Josh used the opportunity to force Jeff up against it.  He pushed him back with all his weight, his now fully erect cock rubbing up against Jeff's sweaty, muscled body, forcing him against the fence.  Keeping Jeff pinned against the fence with his left forearm, he thudded a few body blows against Jeff's midsection, Josh's face staring right into Jeff's eyes as he did so.  Jeff could feel Josh's hot breath on his face.  He just took the blows as he carefully slipped his open hand behind his back.  The spectator slipped the hilt of the knife into Jeff's palm, and he grabbed it firmly in his fist.  As soon as he felt it was secure there, he quickly brought the knife around and stuck it right into Josh's stretched stomach, right into the bellybutton of his opponent.

For a brief instant, Jeff could feel some resistance from Josh's muscled belly, but it was short lived as the blade sunk all the way in to the hilt.  Josh grunted and winced in pain as he realized his mistake.

Josh sliped back away from his pinned opponent, and as he did so Jeff held his grip on the knife, letting it slip out of Josh's belly.  As he stepped back, Josh's fingers instinctively went down to cover the slit in his belly as he started to feel the pain from being poked so deep. He sucked in his gut a little and pushed hard on the slit, his face winced in pain and anger at having been stuck so easily.  He stood there across the ring for a moment, starting at Jeff in anger, coming to grips with the sensation deep in his stomach.  The lust between the two men had taken total control;  Josh had been wrestling with this stud, seemingly having the fight under his control, and suddenly the tables had turned and he was now the weaker of the two.  They both stood across from each other, both their cocks rock hard and standing completely erect, bouncing ever so slightly with each movement.

Jeff grinned an evil smirk, seeing his stuck opponent.  He glanced at the knife, noticing a bit of lingering blood on it, smiled a bit, and then tossed the knife to the other side of the cage.  He had stuck his opponent, now he was gonna continue the fight having weakened the young man he now faced.

Josh dug deep for strength, knowing he'd have to gut it out and fight through the pain.  He was stuck pretty bad and it was gonna be tough.  He caught Jeff by surprise and lunged across the cage and the two began to tussle once again. Jeff was surprised at how the tough stud was, and it almost seemed as though he might not be weaked after all.  Now slick with sweat mingled with a small bit of blood, the two ended up on the ground once again.  Eventually, the two were tied up on the ground, and at one point Josh had Jeff pinned beneath him, but the slick mix allowed him to slip one arm free and managed to slug Josh in the abs.  He didn't have much force to draw from as he was pinned to the ground, but it hurt nonetheless.  Still, Josh kept up the fight.

At one point, they broke free briefly enough for both of them to jump to their feet again.  Both seemingly tired and strained, Josh now had a trickle of blood oozing down the slit in his bellyhole, down around through his bushy pubic hair and down along one of his muscular legs.  Seeing an opening, Jeff lunged forward again.  They quickly became entagled once more and started throwing punches in close quarters, both of them pressing their hard cocks against each other in the process.  Small wads of precum erupted during the wrestle, and each man experienced brief but intense waves of ecstacy as they did.  Whenever he had an opening, Jeff would punch Josh in the stomach, and at one point, Josh's hands were both up around Jeff's upper torse, leaving his belly exposed.  Once his right hand had slipped free, Jeff punched Josh hard, right in his bellybutton, right on the slit left from the weapon.  Josh grunted deep and backed away, as he collapsed to one knee, grabbing his midsection.

As if in his victory lap, Jeff raised his hands above his head and began to strut around the ring, and the crowd of men roared at what seemed to be his victory.  Just then, someone slipped Josh a light, thin, make-shift spear - almost an inch thick with a sharp nail on the tip.  Just as Jeff spun to face him again, Josh lunged up at Jeff and jammed the spear right into his shallow innie, about 6 inches in.

Jeff was pushed back by the force of being stuck, and he instinctively pulled his hands down and grabbed the spear in his gut, hunching over slightly as he stumbled backwards.  The thrust went deep inside him, and he felt the sharp pain of the nail sticking into his belly, the thick shaft of the spear lodged in his stomach through his bellyhole.  He couldn't believe in his arrogance that this stud had taken him so easily.  His face was twisted with surprise, rage and pain.  The crowd roared.

Slowly, Josh rose to his feet, gleaming with sweat, blood mingled on his belly.  He took a moment to take in the sight of the man he had just fought.  The spear sticking into his gut pretty much sealed his fate as the defeated, making the deep slit in Josh's belly seem minor.  As he looked at Jeff, standing there, hunched over, abs flexed, muscles strained, and his cock standing straight up at attention - almost touching the speer lodged in his abs - his own dick was more rock solid than ever.  A wave of pleasure shot through his groin as a wad of precum seeped from the tip of his own dick.

He decided he was going to have his way with the fighter, and to give him one last experience of pleasure on his way out.  He walked over and slipped in behind Jeff.  Wet with sweat and precum, he easily slid his sizable cock inside Jeff's ass, and Jeff's cock surged with more precum as he felt the extacy of the stud entering him from behind.  Josh reached around with his left hand to grab ahold of the spear.  Jeff used both hands to try to hold off the spear, but Josh held a firm grip on it, keeping it in place.  With his right hand, Josh reached around and grabbed Jeff's hardened cock.

Josh leaned back, stretching Jeff up straight and then slowly back.  Jeff felt the pressure and tension of the spear in his belly, and the sharp pain spiked as the pleasure grew as well - the position allowed Josh to slip himself fully inside Jeff.  Josh felt the warm man's body close tightly around his cock, and Jeff felt the stud's full length filing him up sinde.  With his right hand, Josh began to stroke Jeff's dick.

Jeff was flooded with the ecstasy of the hot stud entering him from behind, his firm hand stroking off his dick, feeling the tip of the thick spear deep in his gut.  Jeff tried as he could to hold off the spear, to hold off blowing his load, as he knew it would be his last. 

Josh could feel Jeff getting close, so he pulled hard on the spear, slowly sinking it deeper inside the man's muscled belly.  The sensation of Josh fully inside him and the spear slipping deeper into his gut was enough to send Jeff over the edge.  His seed began to erupt from the tip of his cock, and Josh - giving Jeff one last pleasure, pinched his cock off tight, keeping the load inside as long as he could... keeping the rush in Jeff's groin lasting for just an instant longer, but seeming like an eternity.  Josh used the brief seconds to slighytly jostle his cock inside Jeff, feeling the man tightly wrapped around him.  Eventually he let go of Jeff's dick, allowing the warm slick fluid to gush out and over his hands.  As Jeff began to fade and slip, Josh moved his left hand from the spear up onto Jeff's flexed abs.  He could feel his slick, smooth skin, covered in sweat, and used Jeff's abs almost as a grip, now holding Jeff in place... Josh then gave himself just a few pumps while inside Jeff, and within just a few seconds, a tital wave of pleasure overcame Josh as his enormous load was let loose and flooded inside Jeff, and he grunted and exhaled slowly through clenched teeth.

For another brief moment that seemed like an eternity, Josh held Jeff's muscular but fading body... but eventually he release him from his grip, and Jeff slid off of Josh's cock and down on to the ground, where he slowly writhed his remaining several minutes clutching the spear in his gut, his body and his seed totally spent.

The crowd roared and cheered for the victor.