This was one of the first times I saw a gangster gutted.  Saw it on late night TV - later VCRed it and it was prime jack off material for a long time.  The fact that he didn’t kill Carter’s brother but Carter slew him anyway was super hot.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fbBSEyiKCXs

I LOVE to masturbate as I lie dying on the battlefield watching other soldiers getting killed too!! AGHHHHHHRRRRR!!     

Im a huge DM fan. Im basically in love with Dave, and he seems to enjoy showing his navel. His navel is hot to me personally. Why cant men show their navels more now!     
Oh and there was one interview when he was on drugs in 1993, when he performed mock-seppuku with a small knife.

 TRIO: RICHARD AND BEAMER'S PAST

These were the gladiator masters in Nolo's arena: Jim, Innout, and Igno and
this is the first story arc of Beamer and later Richard, this should come
before their escape from the gladiator camp



Jim heard the challenge. He was still brooding over the death of Joey to
the Robin & Seth but thought this would be a good way to get his mind off
it. If Innout thought his lone fighter could defeat not just two of Jim's
warriors but also two of Igno's and possibly a fifth from GG then Jim would
let the kid try. He knew it was suiside though but if Innout wanted it to
proceed Jim had no objections. Jim announced his reply to Innout's
challenge.

"If Innout wants to see his solitary fighter dead in the dirt of the arena
then so be it. My only concern is that 1 of my two boys will slay Beamer
before Igno's even get the chance! I give you two boys who are relatively
new to my stable but come ready to fight and die if need be. First I
present Johnny! Johnny is 19 years old will fight with a traditional
fencing foil. And his partner is a sturdy 18 year old named Blaine. Blaine
will fight with a stiletto only!"

The two boys walked out and presented their weapons to the cheers of the
crowd wearing only skimpy loincloths that showed off their fine 
forms. They glared at Beamer as all awaited to see which two warriors Igno
would send forth.

"Three cut, handsome boys in so far... and with your Beamer alone against
all of us, I like both the ante and the odds Innout, as they are both in my
favor!" Igno stated.

"I contribute two fighters to this "battle", or, as I should say for poor
Beamer, slaughter: 20-year-old Kamil, wielding a bo staff, and 19-year-old
Derek, who fights with two shortened spears."

The young gladiators enter from Igno's camp, Derek in a tight blue speedo,
Kamil wearing a thin red thong. They both share cocky grins, knowing that
this fight will be over in a matter of seconds. Igno is excited to find out
whether or not the patron the others call "GG" will enter a combatant, and
if so, whom; the arena is always in need of more boys for Igno's gladiators
to slay, after all...

Beamer stood in the center of the four warrior boys that flanked him to
each side in front and behind.

Much competition was generated between the stables. This exercise looked
like a simple killing execution. None believed Beamer had much of a
chance. Yet he stood confidently with nothing but his scant loincloth. No
weapons did he wield. He was stoic in expression yet glanced about slowly
taking in the 4 boys circling, measuring him.

Jim's warriors gave each other the nod. Lately things had been tense
between that squad and Igno's. They were under orders to "secure the kill".

Johnny raised his rapier and moved in at Beamer's flank while Blaine
readied his stiletto and moved closer.

Upon seeing Jim's warriors moving in Igno's, not to be outdone, did the
same with Kamil lowering his staff and Derek lunging in with two short, but
very deadly looking spears.

All four boys converged at once and through the middle of it none seemed to
find the agile Beamer who tucked and rolled out of harms way amid the
swiping and stabbing of weapons and charging bodies.

Beamer ended up behind Blaine. He pinched the boy's neck using his
knowledge of pressure points. Blain crunched his neck to one side and
grimaced in pain. Beamer quickly spun him around and ripped the long,
slender stiletto from his grasp. With one fluid motion Beamer plunged the
full eight inches of steel deep into Blaine's  belly. Beamer
wasted no time and quickly pulled it free. Blain slipped to his knees with
both hands cupping the bleeding new orifice just below his cute navel.

But the other three boys were trained well and wheeled about at him. But
Beamer reacted quickly and flung the stiletto with expertise and the blade
found a new home, sunk deep into the center of Derek's breadbasket. The
hilt wobbled as the blade penetrated the hard belly muscles.

"AAGHHH!" Derek grimaced as one hand went to his wounded gut.

Beamer leap frogged over Blaine as Kamil's staff whooshed over his
head. Beamer wrenched both spears from Derek's grip and immediately flung
them one to the left one to the right.

Thump! Thud! Followed by two differing tones of pain filled groans.

Both Kamil and Johnny sported the new look of a spear shaft protruding from
their hard muscled, masculine, hairless bellies. Both were hit just barely to the
right of their belly buttons.

"Holy shit that hurts!" Johnny said and he fell to his ass clutching the
spear with one hand yet still trying to maintain hold of his fencing
foil. The spear tip was a good four inches inside his guts. Fire seemed to
radiate out from deep inside him.

Kamil dropped to his knees. The tendons on the sides of his neck bulged as
he gritted his teeth and thrust his torso forward almost as if trying to
draw attention to the wood stick that seemed to grow from his young brown
flesh.

As incredible as it seemed Beamer stood watching his four would be slayers
who all were groaning in pain clutching at the wounds on their young
bellies. The crowd roared in approval as Beamer took control. But then
Beamer noticed something wet on his leg. He looked down to see the source
and discovered his own belly had been punctured. The wound was very small
and red blood flowed like drips of water from it. Apparently Johnny's foil
had not missed after all. The red dot was practically in his button, just a
shade below it. Beamer noted with curiosity that there was pain deep inside
his tummy but found the feeling as much erotic as painful.

His cock swelled a little as he fingered the tiny hole. But he quickly had
to redirect his attention back to the matter at hand, that being polishing
off four still very much alive boy gladiators who even now were fighting
off the effects of their respective belly wounds and were back on their
feet. None looked too pleased at all to have been stabbed in the stomach
and wanted nothing more than to show Beamer how pissed off they were. With
bellies bleeding and cocks dripping precum they advanced on the lithe boy
from Innout's stable

Facing Derek now for reasons of his own, Blaine was intent getting his
dagger back "Hey that's mine!"

Unopposing him, Derek juts his tummy out and said almost cutely, "Please
take it back!"

The dagger stuck out and shook a bit as the boy bulged his belly. Blain
tried to touch it without hurting Derek but since Derek was Igno's he
didn't mind causing him some pain so he grabbed it roughly and
pulled. Derek tried to show his manliness by not uttering a sound and only
partly succeeded. A slight strain was necessary to clamp down his whimper.

Then Derek turned to his own business. Beamer could strike again at any
second and he needed to get his weapons back. He turned realizing this and
wanted his protection fast. He turned to Johnny and Kamil, without
realizing the pain his buddy Kamil was in and not caring the pain Johnny
was in. So he rips his spears out and the boys scream "EASY for gods sake!"
at the same time. He noticed with growing pleasure pressing hard against
his tight speedo with an even quicker growing wet spot on the point, that
Kamil's belly button even looked hard and creamy in a way. At once. It also
looked like it could take a lot of torture from Beamer. And it looked like
a floating cavern, waiting to be filled with something: water, any liquid
really, or a hard spear point.

Derek laughed a bit, a shy laugh, quick and short, "Ohh, sorry, guys
but...we hafta..."

Beamer had his navel throbbing from the hit of the foil but it spurred him
on. Johnny had a spear hit of four inches to the right of his belly
button. He had regained his fencing foil and with his long blond hair flung
back by a nod of his head, a move which made everyone think he didn't care
that he was wounded already, he moved toward Beamer with pouty lips and his
own throbbing freckled, lean belly.

Blain retrieved his stiletto, also sporting a belly wound but this one was
below his navel. It and his navel throbbed wildly along with his engorged
dick and sprouting mushroom head out of his loin cloth. His dark eyes
trained, more enraged than Johnny, on Beamer's own belly button outtie, a
long one if he must say. And he thought it would just bounce right into
Beamer's belly as he stuck it...if he could get close enough. He rubbed his
fuzzy short cropped hair as he too moved in.

Kamil hoped Beamer would not notice him, and consider the bo staff a non
knowledgeable weapon. Kamil's hard belly throbbed too but he held it stiff
unlike the other boys. He looked away from his belly button, which to the
right of had a spear hit too, a red gash in his dark tanned belly, ruining
his perfect skin. He tried not to think about it. That big red gash so
close to his intestines and so close to his navel, where he often dreamed
about getting IT. Implanted in there. It was close but no cigar he
thought. The only cigar was in his tight loin cloth and it was outdoing his
loin cloth.

The youngest, Derek, had gotten a stiletto in his breadbasket. With loose
brown hair and skinny body but hard abs and wide nose, he shook himself,
visiably and he puffed his slightly chubby cheeks. He had retrieved his
short spears as noted above. Both in his hands now, he moved, cautiously,
toward Beamer, his shoulders down, his body slightly bent. He was ready to
try again and try again and again if he had to. He shook some more, his
arms and veins tight as he held onto his spear shafts as though it would
save his life.

Beamer had a half smile on his face. Something in his smile was mischievous
and almost sinister. Yet he wasn't after causing death or pain
needlessly. His own fire laden belly made him smile for he knew it would
cause him to burst out against his enemies with even more power, if not
rage. He, like the others, tried to ignore their penises and the
surrounding areas that the penis met, for these areas were all wet and
sticky in their respective coverings, which were not much. Kamil tried to
back off, circle around Beamer and it seemed to be working. The other three
edged away from each other, for a full frontal attack did not work. Thus,
Beamer noticed the trio tried to separate from each other as much as
possible and face Beamer from their own sides so that it would be more
difficult for him to counter any one attack. Then if one did attack, the
others could quickly move in and make short work of his abs...

Derek felt renewed by the pre cum in his dick splashed all around his loins
and he moved in first. Good, thought Johnny, move in and while he's
devouring your flesh with your own spears, I'll finish off his belly
buttono with my foil and jerk it in and out of him more times than any of
the audience could count. But he'd make Derek's death count by
finishing...he was snapped out of his thoughts by what he saw...

Derek moved in and Beamer shocked them all by moving into him too! Instead
of moving back, Beamer leapt forward, grabbed Derek's upper arms as Derek
made a whimpering sound in a good attempt to attack Beamer. Beamer held on
and sprang the arms to him, under his own arm pits. Kamil moved in from
behind with his bo staff but as Johnny moved in, Beamer turned Derek's body
around to Kamil's side, knocking the bo staff out of the way and continuing
the turn, Beamer kicked a leg out from under Kamil who also tried to jump
away but was thrown off balance. He moved in an awkward manner but did not
fall. Beamer didn't care for he pushed Derek away from him and then grabbed
the arms again but this time with opposite hands! He turned Derek fully
around so that Derek's hot back was to his front and then he let go again
and grabbed under Derek's armpits and over Derek's upper arms. He clang to
them as Johnny whipped in with his foil, expertly slinging it and winging
at Beamer.

Beamer now had control of Derek's arms, hands, and weapons. He swung them
and as Johnny did not realize right away what was happening, his foil
struck Derek right in the chest, possibly right into his heart. Derek felt
burning and moved away, his back moving into Beamer but Beamer's chest and
power pushed him forward. Behind him Kamil found his balance and his staff
and moved at them all again. "Get outta the way, fool!" Johnny yelled as he
moved the foil! "I know, I'll just jut it into ya and get it through him
too!"

"NONONO!" Derek yelled, "We on the same side!"

A foil found it's home in Derek's nice navel and he bent. He felt fire in
there. Then something solid filled his belly, making it more solid then it
was. Filling it so that it was solid now, with an alien metal in it.

He bent his belly. This time Beamer bent with him, bending over the boy's
back. As he did this, Kamil's rush moved too fast and Beamer back footed
his way at Kamil, who rushed too fast and was finding himself flipped over
Beamer's rock hard back and he could feel the spine of the beautiful
creature.

Derek thought, "What a nice way to die! Hot belly turning my meat to minch
meat and a hot guy on my back, trying to beat me. Another guy not caring
bout me but wanting to win, igoring my feelings of pain and death and yet
noticing my hot guts being ripped, torn, cut, and shredded. No fucking
better way to feel it there! To die!"

Beamer knew the boy under him was dying, he could feel the rush of the air
going in and out, the heave of the back as the boy gasped to get more air
in and out of his failing lungs. His heart was punctured. His belly was now
next as Johnny struck out any which way he could to get Beamer. Beamer was
so close to Derek though, the foil missed as Beamer kept him moving and the
foil found its way inert in Derek's navel hard and crunched something
inside and caught on something inside. Johnny had to jerk it hard to get it
off something in Derek and he jerked it free just as Kamil's body came
headfirst into him and he and Kamil collapsed on the ground. Johnny
yelling, "Get off me you dark skinned oaf!!!!"

Beamer wasn't on the ground though, he rose up, still clinging to Derek's
arms and body, hauling the dying boy up, the boy's face a study map of pain
experienced. Derek's eyes went wide in awe of the experience. Behind him he
felt Beamer's hard dick rising up and up and up, tight against his bare
back. Beamer tried to ignore it. It never happened this way to him. He
smiled but he whispered to Derek's ear as Derek jerked and arched backward,
head and all to Beamer's mouth range, "I'm sorry. I didn't want you to die
this way but..." Beamer couldn't finish. He moved Derek's arms backward,
bending them at incredible speeds and unbendable manners. Derek screamed
and died standing. His spear shafts were moving backward with his arms as
they aimed at Blain who was rushing inward. Blain's pecs, on the sides of
his pecs were hit, hard. One pec was torn away and the spear lodged in just
near his underarm. The other side had the spear at his bicep in his left
arm. Beamer let go and didn't plunge. He flung Derek's body away from him
as Johnny and Kamil recovered fast to their credit.

Derek's body flopped to the ground at Kamil's feet. Kamil looked down,
"Damn it! No! I liked him!"

Beamer looked, "I liked him too. I'm sorry."

"Like hell you are!" Blain spun around with two spears in his body, "Get em
out, get em out!"

Johnny went to help him and grabbed both spears. Beamer rushed Kamil
without notice and dove UNDER his legs. He brought his head up and his head
smashed Kamil's balls and lower dick, just where the dick sprouted from the
main body. Beamer then moved back as Kamil collapsed yet again. "Fuck!
FUCK! WWERRGG! What kind of fightin was that!!!" He couldn't talk again for
a bit.

Beamer looked at him, "Don't get up, N' you'll live, man."

"YOU WON'T!" Johnny, rather than pulling the spears from his ally Blain,
moved at Beamer and had his foil aimed right at Beamer's back.

Beamer, instead of moving back, ran backwards at Johnny, "Bad move!" Beamer
running backwards, then turned. He laid the belly he had on Johnny's foil,
"For you to warn me. Shoulda given to me in my back but you might live to
take on another some day and learn from this lesson."

"AHHHH!" Johnny pressed his advantage, "Hahahah! We'll see who'll not live
to fight another day!" His foil point was wedged in Beamer's tough
outtie. It sort of made Beamer's outtie flex inward! "Haahhaha!" This
suprised Johnny, "What?"

"Trained it to do that!" Beamer was sweating now and he gulped as he felt
the foil get into his belly. He looked down at it, "Go on, do your worst,
Johnny. You can do worse than this, right?"

"Too right!" Johnny pressed his elbow and he felt the foil enter Beamer but
then it sort of just...stopped. "I will not relent until you are sprawling
in the dirt, kicking for...hey what the hell?"

"Feel like you hit steel?" Beamer asked, "You might just have."

"What? Why don't you get it in you?"

"Hard stomach!" Beamer sweated and his dick pouted and ballooned up until
he felt it would burst. As good as he felt from this, he was able to
squeeze his balls so that he held back the firing rocket that he knew would
erupt from this. Any second now. No, he thought, hold on, it'll be all that
much better when you reach victory over these tender but able bodied and
admirable warrior boys. Beamer was fascinated with Johnny's lower
ridge. Wonder what poking it would feel like?

"Hey ready to die with my metal to your meat?" Johnny asked, his mouth
curling at both ends. "I win over you!"

"Hasn't gone far has it?" Beamer WALKED at Johnny and the foil moved his
elbow back.

Johnny looked, "Damn it! Why won't you let it go in?"

"Don't know. It'll feel good in there, won't it?"

"JUST LET IT!" Johnny pressed and then he retracted it and stabbed at
Beamer's navel again.

Beamer stood there, stood his ground and got it there again. Air escaped
from his belly. A long huff that engulfed Johnny who took it in and
breathed the great smell from this beauty boy in. The pair admired each
other. Each other's bravado, each other's manliness, boyishness and smooth
able bellies. Johnny shook his head as if to acknowledge that Beamer's
challenge was stupid, he should never have done it. Beamer was
counting...outloud.

"Oaohkay...oh...kay..." Beamer stated, "I think you had your shot, enough
time to give it you best shot..."

Johnny was getting red in the face, "Why won't it sink in there!??? Fuck
you can't take that much! No one can take that much! It's not human!!!!"

Beamer nodded, "Enough time." Beamer did some kind of jig under the foil,
like a dancer trying to limba under that stupid stick. He came up to
Johnny, face to face, "Hiya, Johnny, it's over."

Johnny was wide eyed, "NO! NO! IT's not over!"

Beamer hit Johnny's sides with his palms and that hurt him. Johnny took it
and tried to move his foil, tried to move back too. Beamer grabbed Johnny's
back, wrapping him around the back and he turned Johnny as though they were
dance partner, holding hands just as Kamil was there and coming at
them. The staff made contact with Johnny's nice navel, smack in there and
while it wasn't deadly, it hurt. Beamer let Johnny go and body slammed
Kamil. Both went down to the ground. Beamer stared at dead boy
eyes...Derek. Kamil stared at the pained face of Blain on the ground. "Get
them out, I'll help you," Blain said, "Together we can finish him even as I
die!"

"Johnny's still..." Kamil felt Beamer's foot on his side, "Don't!"

Beamer looked, "You guys give? Give willya so I can let you live. I don't
wanna have to kill you all. I mean three of you are still alive."

Johnny was up and he had his foil again and he licked the end of it, "FUCK
YOU!" He ran at Beamer....

Beamer immediately turned to Johnny, who quickly rushed in with his foil
extended. To the surprise of all, instead of meeting his opponent head-on,
Beamer started backtracking. Johnny kept on moving forward, slashing and
stabbing his foil in but barely missing his target each time.

"Come on! I thought you were tough? Don't run," Johnny taunted, forcing
Beamer farther and farther back. Finally, Beamer's back met the arena wall,
giving Johnny an open invitation to claim a piece of those hot steel abs
with his sharp sword. He lunged in, swinging forward.

Rather than fear, however, Beamer simply displayed a confident
smirk. Johnny realized far too late that the experienced fighter was not
running away at all - he was luring Johnny away from the aid of his two
remaining teammates... and in his anger, Johnny had foolishly taken the
bait.

Beamer expertly ducked under the blade and darted in from Johnny's side. As
quick as lightning, he pelted the 20-year-old's side with multiple
punches, nailing him in the kidney each time. Johnny groaned, slumping to
one knee, clutching his ribs. Beamer wasted no time in spinning around the
dazed male to retrieve his foil. He grabbed Johnny's wrist and pinched down
on the inside of his elbow, causing Johnny unbearable pain. Johnny was
taught by his master never to quit, however, and kept his grasp on his
foil.

"Come on, you're already defeated - just give up and I won't have to kill
you!" Beamer huffed, struggling against Johnny's powerful arm with his
own. Johnny kept on fighting, inching the foil blade closer and closer
upward to Beamer's taut belly. Just as the tip touched his firm abs, Beamer
twisted Johnny's elbow, causing him to hollar out in pain and let go of the
sword, which Beamer promptly grabbed and flipped around. Johnny suddenly
felt an intense sensation inside him, instantly causing his seven-inch cock
to become even harder and spring out from its cloth. He glimpsed down to
see the blade of his foil completely embedded inside him, straight through
his tight ridged navel. The situation finally occured to him, and he
realized that sensation was that of incredible burning pain inside his gut,
combined with twisted pleasure as he felt the cold metal invading him.

"Ugh - my belly - can't believe you stuck me right in my button...!" Johnny
grunted, passively grabbing on to Beamer's wrist in what appeared to be a
weak attempt to somehow undo the irreparable damage that had already been
done to his muscular  abs.

"I'm sorry..." Beamer half-whispered. "Just relax, I'll take it-" "No!"
Johnny gasped. "Leave it in... twist it around... I'll die like a man!"

Johnny forced Beamer's closed fist to jerk and sway around, forcing the
thin blade to dance around inside the blond boy's gut, slicing through his
insides and producing a gruesome swishing sound. Beamer couldn't believe
that Jim's brave young fighter actually wanted to die like this, in so much
pain, but deep inside he understood to a degree, especially after this
battle's events thus far. He nodded solemnly and helped Johnny guide the
blade around inside him, making him gasp and moan in agony. Both were
intensely aroused, whether they wanted to admit it or not. Johnny finally
let go of the sword, allowing Beamer to poke it around even further with
both hands, while Johnny grasped his thick seven-incher and began pumping
like there was tomorrow - which, in his case, was correct. Within seconds,
Johnny felt his loins explode with pleasure, and he immediately blasted
everything inside his big, tight sack out and all over the arena wall, as
well as Beamer's hot chest and tummy. Beamer finally stopped twisting the
foil, and instead gently lifted it out of the gaping slit that was once
Johnny's navel. A thin jet of blood and gore squirted from the
ravaged belly, but he didn't dare to clutch a hand to it, instead just
laying there, spread-eagle, enjoying the last few moments of his death.

Meanwhile, Kamil and Blaine watched in a mixture of horror and arousal as
Johnny met his quick, but incredible end.

"Fuck... I can't believe it!" Blaine cried. "Get these things outta
me... let's kill this bastard!"

Kamil nodded, and without reluctance grabbed on to the half-spears inside
Blaine's once proud chest. Blaine nearly screamed as Kamil tore the cruel
weapons out, taking a good part of his pecs with them. Instead of letting
the pain shut him down, however, Blaine became even more furious and
snatched the spears from Kamil's hands. He lifted himself up despite his
wounds, and Kamil stood up with him. Kamil twirled his bo around his head,
while Blaine pointed the spears toward Beamer.

"To the death!" Blaine growled. Kamil repeated, "to the death!" Both
fighters prepared themselves and lunged toward the lone Beamer, who stood
confidently, sword in hand, ready to take the boys' challenge, but also
dreading having to kill two more this already bloody day. Regardless, the
two were infuriated by the deaths of their friends, and might prove to be a
greater challenge than the two slain youths. He would do what he had to, he
decided, and sprinted forward to meet them head-on...

"You're kidding me right?" Beamer stretched his legs out along the ground,
lowering his body just as his two opponents came as close as they could
get. He used his left foot to trip up Blain and this worked but Beamer's
main body was at Kamil, "You get to be the lucky one!" Beamer, at this
close range, held out the fencing sword and Kamil drove himself right onto
it. Beamer beamed as he felt Kamil's youth drain from his body, a nice hard
body. He shoved the hilt up fully so that the fencing foil went out the
back and WANGED in the wind and wavered. Kamil's body was already sagging
to his death, his dick stiff and wanging upward, in contrast to his dying
body, his dick came alive with energy. As he wavered bodily swaying, Beamer
used his free hand to grab the bo staff which was horizonatally above his
head, uselessly. Beamer shoved the sword in some more, pressing hilt into
dark tan belly. He pulled out a bit and shoved it in some more, "Sorry, I
don't want you getting up again!" He pulled the foil out and saw two
stilettos coming at his belly, aimed for both sides of his navel.

"ARGGGGG! DIEFURIT!" Blain yelled as he shoved the two stilettos into the
stomach of Beamer but Beamer hardly reacted at all. A mere wince later, he
looked at them and looked up. Blain was wincing from his pain, "You die
after all!" He leaned in and shoved!

Beamer brought the foil up between their pressed bodies. "Are you done?"

Blain just swallowed in answer.

"Now it's my turn," Beamer shoved his belly at Blain, putting his flesh
onto Blain's stiletto's some more and making them take them into
himself. "This is good! Better than I thought. See if you are as much a man
as you think, you are, Blain!" The foil vanished but it was replaced by
Beamer's arm going around Blain's shoulder and back holding him as he
shoved the foil right into Blain's bare belly button and upward, through
the chest but from inside. Beamer then moved it down and around, jutting it
awkardly out between Blain's shoulder blades. Blain bent and used his arms
to shove into Beamer' s navel area some more but didn't hit the navel
itself, just side and other side. Beamer gasped for the first time and
stepped back fast, ripping the stiletto's from his stomach, "You are better
than the others, I'd say...but...." Beamer in stepping back, tore the foil
fully from Blain's gut hole. Blain grabbed at the hole left
there. "But....not good enough!" Beamer moved in fast and swung the foil
back around and shoved it directly straight into the navel. He moved down,
got on one knee and let the sword rise inside Blain's guts. His hand,
forearm and very chest, felt Blain's guts and reactions along it as the
foil delivered the vibrations of Blain's hard stomach and entered flesh
along it to Beamer's veined arm and muscly chest. Beamer liked it...."I
like this! First time for everything I guess, just needed the right turn
on! YOU!"

"OhOhoh!" Blain said, "Glad I could...helppuhhh!" Beamer shoved the sword
out and pulled back again to examine his handiwork.

Beamer moved off a ways but as Blain suffered, Beamer looked at him, rose
his eyebrows and shoved, coming back fully with his whole body at Blain,
moving him toward the wall and he shoved again but this time let the foil
enter downward, down, down, down, smushing away intestines from the hole
and within, pushing them down toward dick but from inside Blain's torn
belly. Visible on the outside: not much, just the hole but Beamer did his
damage using Johnny's foil. "Feel that cold steel in your belly! Now I know
what you guys get outta this...you turn me the fuck on!" He got in close as
he let the sword go down and then he jerked it in a new direction without
letting it come out.

"OhoHOOHHHAHHH! ERRGGH!" Blain, against the wall, jerked as the new
direction was found. His dick rose hard between them, Beamer pressed in
some more. "OH!" He jerked. His dick found new senations as did
Beamer's. Pinpricks all along the mushroomic head stinged him and tingled
along the top and then sent vibrations all the way down. It felt like a
marble ball was passed upward along his dick vein and then down the front
side only to come up the outer side again under the head, enter the head
and seem like exploding outward...this the jism load burst forward...

Beamer gasped, "C'mon Blain, show what your made of! Empty your fucking
nuts!"

"Emptying!"

"Empty yyY-ye-ur fucking nuts as I empty your fucking guts!!!!" Beamer
breathed deeply on Blain.

What Beamer didn't focus on was that Blain had the stilettos still in his
guts. BLain crossed them over Beamer's outtie and cut it from both sides,
leaving it a very promenint island in the middle of a sea of blood and more
importantly hard flesh that withstood the blades. Blain cut some more and
then in one last ditch attempt to be a man and win some points toward
exiting Beamer from this world, he grit his teeth, clenching his jaw and
grunting a grunting manly from the stomach grunt as he forced at
Beamer. This hardly moved Beamer a bit but it did. Beamer laughed out loud
and presseed Blain. Blaine's dick blew up between them sprouting white
wings between the boy bodies and it looked like wings spraying outward from
the pecs and the lowre neck. Beamer's dick ran itself dry with a thick
cumly load that seemed to have some solidness to it, it wet all over
Blain's neck and hit his mouth, going over his lips and dripped down it. It
rained on them. Beamer put his head against Blain's. "This is so fucking
good! FeelNSoFuckinGReat!!!! I fucking love it! Do fuck me up!"

Blain obliged or tried to and he unjerked the stilettos but the foil did
him in and he fell---- his body held by Beamer's pecs only. Beamer laughed,
dropped the foil and grabbed the stilettos out of Blain's limp gimp
hands. He moved from the wall and Blain fell. As the boy fell, Beamer stuck
his chest out. "This..this is freeing...now I'm like all you other assholes
you like this shit! Only difference is...I live! I'm alive!"

"Sorry I'm late!" Ralph came jumping out from behind Beamer, jumping off
the gate top, which had opened while Beamer finished himself and BLain
off. Ralph had a black speedo, long dark hair and a big navel, long
outtie. He held a long knife in his hand and jerked up behind Beamer, his
dick going out from the top of the speedo and into Beamer's butt hole as
Ralph used his free hand to pull the remainders of Beamer's cloth off. He
jerked.

"What? Who the???" Beamer tried to turn around. His body arched. From
behind, Ralph used both hands to jerk the knife into Beamer's belly button
and shove! "SHOVE IT!" Beamer yelled loudly, "SHOVE IT IN ME GOOD!"

"Fuck yueah! I like ya already!" Ralph stated, "You'll let me in on this,
huh? I'm glad I got out here in time...cause GG' wasn't sure he wanted me
in this but I was always late to a fight anyway. Boys to fuck first that's
what I always say!"

Beamer got Ralph's dick up his ass, Ralph's outtie up along his spiny back,
and Ralph's knife inside his guts. "I've had it!" Once Ralph exsqueezed his
sperm into Beamer's ass, dripping cum out Beamer's hole, he cam hardily and
as he did, Beamer arched more and more, racing to finish as Ralph finished
him from behind in the ass with his thick dick and from the front in his
navel with the pointed LONG knife! Both boys arched so much it seemed they
would fall over. "YEAHHHHHHHHH! OH
YESHHHHHHHHHHHHITTTTTTAHHHHHHHFUCKRRRRE!" They moved at incredible speed
and when done, Ralph backed off Beamer, strings of cum keeping them tied
together.

But the cum twined around Beamer as he turned. He looked at Ralph's button,
"MY! Is that a fucked up belly button or are you just glad to see me?"

"Slay you. I'm glad to slay you!" Holding the blooded knife, Ralph gripped
it greater and moved in.

But Beamer was faster and he moved in and grabbed Ralph's wrist, turned it
with a loud snap and used the limp, gimp hand to bend the knife at Ralph's
own navel. He planted it right at the outtie where the skin came out from
the belly button and the abs. He cut awkwardly at the skin and plunged it
in HARD! "Join the fun! Your outtie is joining your interiors! DIEEEEEEEE!"
Beamer let go and picked up the stilettos and joined them along the knife!

Not knowing what to do, Ralph still clung to the knife hilt. He jerked it
up but felt more pain so he jerked it back, felt more pain and then thought
about it. He smiled up at Beamer who returned with the foil, tired, and
ready to die himself. He put the foil into Ralph who gasped, smiled, and
said, "I don't wanna die but if I hafta I'm glad it's this way and with
you! DO IT!" Beamer cut the foil in and then got so close...he grabbed the
handful of hilts jagging out of Ralph's guts and jiggled them all around to
gut him up, "GUT ME" As he shook, Ralph's yells echoed in a strange shaking
melody. Beamer tore them all out and watched as Ralph looked at him, not
sure what to do with his pained feeling. Ralph nodded and fell.

Beamer came over to him and saw the exits that were on Ralph's back, "What
the hell?" Beamer fell front down onto Ralph's back. He jigged a jig on
Ralph as Ralph danced his belly into the soil of the arena sand. The two
cummed and cummed. Pain filled their guts where there once was solid meaty
muscle and sinew. Then silence.

But somehow...some way ....Beamer lived....to fight another day

Beamer returns to challenge three of Jim's most experienced warriors to a
3-on-1 battle...



Hector...foreign looking, Italian-ish Spanish face, smooth body and flat
belly. Skinny shoulders and arms but thick strong legs, long free flowing
dark hair and dark eyes. Dark tan, thick eyebrows and serious look on
face. Wears gold chain around neck and a light green-ish gray speedo that
stick out in front. Slight hint of moustache and chin hair but not
much. Oh, yeah and the gray speedo sticks out in front...ALOT. In his hand
he is tossing the hilt of a thin foil, great for thrusting into belly
buttons as hard as his opponent's...Beamer from Innout's team...is.

Casey gets a crossbow with bolts...blond fuzzy thick but somewhat short to
the ears hair. Actually thick hair on the sides and thin in back. Boy next
door face and freckles but attractively placed. A less serious smile and a
charmer to the audience. Smooth body, tucked in but outtie belly button
with a lower circle that looks innie, almost a double button. Wearing a
thin bathing suit with what looks like a belt on the top but not really a
belt, just part of the decor of the bathing suit. Bright blue eyes and
blond yellow shocking yellow hair. Outstanding nipples. A quiver strapped
to his thigh holds many bolts for his crossbow. They rub against his hip
and knee at times.

Richard has a long spear with a rounded head that is like a giant
toothpick, no fancy spearhead. He holds it triumphantly in both hands and
feels it up good. Innocent, young looking, deceptive appearance. Short
cropped light brown hair slightly spiked as one. Silk black speedo is all
he wears and it is tight. Outstanding not yet fully developed chest, the
best body of the three of Jim's boys standing in the arena ready to slay
Innout's one weaponless contender...Beamer. Richard is also the handsomest
of the four and with a smile full of dimples and perfect teeth. Thin slits
as he surveys all around him, slits of handsome brown sexy eyes. Smooth
belly, hard bone leading down to lowest of pelvic area, almost all bare.

Jim's three guys shake their heads in jokingly sarcastic way that Beamer
has no weapon. It's the ultimate insult to have one come out against such
three high caliber killers with no weapon. Not that Beamer meant to insult
them. He just knows he's better without a weapon to start with.

Beamer has a ten pack, there's no other way to describe it. It's full
bodied and he has these bony hips leading to a vee showing the way down to
his dick area. In the middle of it all is supreme belly meat, somewhat
sticking out, but hard. All of his dick area is almost totally on
display. His shoulders are bony and could be better developed. He is
getting a faint thin hairline from his outstanding outtie navel which is an
outtie point like a knife-within an outtie. He has very boyish puffy cheeks
and chin as well as jawline. His hair is golden yellow, almost white. He
has long hands and fingers, which do him good in battle. Low hung classic
tan short kneed pants which are strategically ripped and small boots are
all he wears. He nods respectfully to his three opponents with a serious
face. He needs no boyish show of power or strength. He is not here to
kill...unless he has to. He had a slight vein coming off his right hip. His
arms also show some vein but could be better muscled.  Beamer is not the
traditional mean ass who loves violence and hatred. He is confident not
cocky. He's not mean spirited and will let someone live. He does hurt those
who keep coming and coming at him. He's not really into being sexually
aroused by fights but he's killed before. If someone stays down, he'll let
them live. He's cold and calculating and somewhat noble however he will not
give someone their weapon back, nor would he be above kicking in the balls
or dick. He is not above stabbing in the back. Beamer is more happy than he
looks and is somewhat a bright spot among social circles but he's very
serious. Beamer knows all about pressure points and how to disable the body
very quickly and easily. He knows how to kill this way too but rarely uses
it. He also is lightning fast and quick, moving so fast others almost don't
see him until he's already hurt them. He wears what he is in in the pic
except that it is all cut off, the legs are cut off, the thing almost looks
like a loin cloth but he's comforatbale in it..He doesn't taunt the boys
much at all and doesn't curse if he doesn't have to. He's almost immune to
pain and can take a lot in his guts and navel. He doesn't like bullies and
those who shoot off their mouths and he's not anti gay. He is a good friend
of the effeminate Korel. At times he needs to get his training by being put
in tough situations or he gets bored, thus this match.

Beamer stood... firm...hard, muscled and protrouding a little. He waited
for the sound to echo and then he was all over the arena, kicking up the
walls, running around and around. Diving off the wall sides, running,
hopping, jumping.

TRIO   29

"C'mon Pare, get up, they friggin called you three times already," Aoi
pulled Pare off a bench where he was wrapped around Evan, Percival, and
Christo. All four stood up. "Everyone else is out there already!"

"Oh man," Pare rubbed his eyes and stretched his body, making his outtie
belly button change shape. "I'm freakin tired."

"Can you still fight?"  Christo asked him, fingering his own belly button,
which had a thicker upper ridge lip than any lower ridge, in fact, it
didn't seem to have a lower lip. But it had plenty of folds inside, looking
almost like butt cheeks inside his navel.

"Oh, of course," Pare smiled and patted the boy's head and his own
stomach. "Of course."

"Pare!"  Beni yelled, "Will you get out here!"

Jolo called in, "Stop playin' round with the sissies and get your ass out
there!"

Pare passed them, "Oh hold your dicks, willya!"  He grabbed a thin long
sword from Beni and looked out at the massive arena, "Hey I thought
everyone else was already out..."  Beni pointed up and Jolo smiled. Pare
looked up. Squinting because it was even sunnier than usual outside and the
sun made it difficult to see, he eventually made out all the gladiators
assembled...all of them standing on top a thick series of ropes, all of
which formed a giant net over the arena, blowing in the wind. It appeared
crisscrossed, looking like a giant chess or tic tac toe board. "You gotto
be shitting me."

A Thoros from above shook a hanging a net ladder for Pare to climb
up. There seemed to be 30 boys already up there, every age and every size,
and it seemed every nationality. Jolo pushed Pare, "Get up there..."  Pare
looked back at him as if he wanted to kill him. "Oh but ahh, first, you
might want to..."  Jolo walked inside to the waiting group of boys who were
in Pare's barrack, "...help this one up with you for he's called too!"  It
was Christo. He stood behind the boy and pushed his bare back.

Christo cried as he was pushed outside by Jolo and then by Beni. Pare
grabbed Christo's shoulders and turned him around to push him back,
"No. You can't. He's way too young yet...he needs more training."

Nolo called out, "What's the fucking hold up!?!?! I want both of them up
here now or cut their belly buttons out!"

Christo wiped his tears with his arm and turned to look up at Pare,
"Itiii...it's okay. I can do it."  He went over to Beni and took a short
sword. Christo moved past Pare and began to climb the rope
ladder. "Cah...cahc'mon, Pare."




Pare looked at Jolo, who smiled and chuckled, "I'm gonna kill you for this,
Jolo."

"More vain threats from one of the Trio," Jolo smiled.

"No," Pare pointed his sword at Jolo's face and moved at him...serious
faced...

"Huh...hold it right there!"  Jolo backed up.

"I mean it!"  Pare yelled, "I'm gonna kill you dead!"  Beni picked up
another sword and came out and pointed it at Pare's chest as six Thoros
warriors came out and pointed very sharp headed spears at Pare's chest and
stomach. "Just wait...Jolo, soon you won't have these goons around to
protect you..."

"Bring it on," Jolo snorted, behind Beni.

"Your big muscles don't scare me!"  Pare yelled.

"Pare, come on," Christo called from the ladder, "Come on before..."  He
saw the albino and mulatto archer boys stretching their arrows across their
bows with loud creaking sounds. "Pare please!"

Pare looked up at Christo. "Yea, Pare, please," Jolo said, "Better get
going..."  Pare turned to look at Jolo again. This time, Pare began to
control himself and he closed his mouth and moved toward the ladder. As he
climbed up, he turned down to Jolo and pointed his sword, "Remember,
Jolo...what I have said...you and my sword point have an appointment..."

Jolo just laughed but when he caught sight of Beni's serious face, he
dropped his smile. "What?" Beni shrugged.  "You don't think..."

"I'd watch my back is all I'm sayin' man," Beni said, puffing his chest out
.

Pare heard this exchange and smiled as he climbed. At the top, Christo gave
him a hand out to pull him up. Pare didn't need the help but he thought it
charming that this kid did this. He smiled and allowed Christo to pull him
up. On the top, even Pare sucked in shocked air at the amount of boys on
the net ropes. The ropes were thick but large squares in between, like a
chessboard with open spaces, were expanded enough to drop through. Pare was
glad to see that most of the boys who were going to help in the escape were
not on the ropes but a few were.

"Well," said a stocky boy with a thick gut, Raymon, next to them, "This
isn't so bad--it's a clean fall so death will be quick once we hit."




"Oh not so," Nolo said, waving, "I heard that."  Nolo waved his left hand
to an engineer who was at the right side of the arena wall. The engineer
hit a large Thoros muscle man on the bare back and the mucle man in his
stone thong cranked a large turning pole. From the floor of the arena sand
came large black spikes---thin points that rose up with thick bottoms so as
one would fall onto the thin part, and fell down it, their body would be
opened up more and more as they slid down. The spikes seemed to glisten in
the sun--just a tint of an unearthly greenish glow.  Nolo laughed. "Oh," he
announced loudly, "Just so you may want to slay yourself before you hit the
spikes of belly death I'll give you this warning...these have been
magically treated...to attract navels no matter what way one of you
falls. Therefore your navels will be drawn to the tip of one of the
spikes..."

"It'll still be fast," Raymon told Pare.

"It will not be as fast you might think," Nolo smiled, "The spikes also
cauterize any wound so that you will be alive and stuck on it for a very
long time before, well," he chuckled, "Before you finally do die with your
blood stopping around the base of the melded spike...melded to your insides
through your lovely belly buttons."  Nolo sat down.

Dark haired Yule clasped his hands together and sat on Nolo's lap, "What a
great way to go!!! Who's first then?"

Nolo moved him to the side of his seat, "Sorry, love, I don't wanna miss a
bit of this."  Yule frowned.  "You," Nolo pointed to a muscled Thoros
clone, so muscled it was impossible. "Demonstrate."

The guard Thoros who was standing near Nolo's throne, moved away, another
was on the other side of Nolo's throne. The first guard walked up toward
the end of the arena wall. At the end of the arena wall, were other Thoros
warriors, some normal guards, and spearboys. The first Thoros moved up
behind another Thoros warrior who stood at the wall and smirked at the poor
bastards who had to die in the arena. This second one was happy he wasn't
going to die on the spikes in the arena. The left side of his mouth curled
up with happiness and sadistic pleasure. He never knew that the first
Thoros was quickly walking up to him without hesitation or fear. The first
one just pushed the second one. Over the wall and into the arena under the
net. Screaming, this Thoros spiraled but his belly turned toward one of the
black spikes. He felt it as it ripped quickly into his gut hole and chumped
into his strong muscle. Yet he slid along it with the momentum. The first
Thoros looked over the side and smiled. And watched. As did everyone
else. The one on the spike was wriggling, every vein standing out on his
bulging muscles. He kicked. He flailed his arms. The penis he had rose out
of the stone thong, between stone and hairless rubbing lower belly
flesh. Wet. The blood on the spike and around his navel was very little as
the wound was immediately shut by burning heat on the spike. The Thoros
warrior was stuck on the spike and he groaned, moaned, screamed, and
grunted for a very, very long time into the battle. It took him a long time
to die and even while the battle started, he was still making his death
sounds. Pain sounds. Squawks even.

"Oh God, Pare," Christo gulped, "I don't wanna die..."

"Don't worry, just stick with me, kid," Pare turned to look at him, "You've
never done this before, have you?"

"No, and I am not so sure I can kill anyone like you guys do so well,"
Christo swallowed.

"Just do what I say and you'll live."

"But...but you know it's gonna be like all the other fights...only one can
be alive at the end..."

"I'm not gonna kill you, Christo..."

"Okay..."  Nolo was about to start the fight as Yule found his way to
Nolo's knee..


"Well, no time for waiting," Pare said and used his right hand to grab
Raymon's shoulder and jabbed with his left hand the sword right into
Raymon's thick belly button.

"Whaaa?"  Raymon was wide eyed with shock.

So was Christo, who moved back with shocked, wide eyes. "No."

Pare put his free hand on Raymon's bare body, to the side of the kid's
belly button, which was now gone under Pare's sword.

"Wait! He didn't wait for me to say go!"  Nolo yelled and stood up,
dropping Yule off his knee.  Yule frowned.

"Oh God, you didn't just do that?"  Raymon said.

"Yeah I did and enjoyed it. Nothing personal," Pare jabbed in deeper, "I
just wanna be the one alive at the end of this battle."  He twisted. Raymon
sucked in air, "On second thought...."  Pare unstuck him and stuck him
again, "It is personal...personal care! Die!"  Pare moved the sword around
and unstuck the kid again, letting him sink to the ropes on his knees. Pare
turned to say something to Christo but Christo was far off from him, "Oh
no!"  A big kid, purple dyed hair, dark features, and tall, with thin
stomach, launched himself at Pare. Pare yelled, "Get outta my way!"  Pare
held up his sword and the kid launched himself onto it.

Quickly impaled through the navel hole, Raymon was next to the Thoros,
beginning their duet of dying sounds.

Pare yelled as the boy was on his sword, "AHHHHHHH! Haaaaaaa! Die fool!"
Pare removed his sword quickly and kicked this purple haired freak out of
the way and the boy fell to his spike. "Christo, where are you?"  Around
Pare now, began other boy battles. Two against one. One on one. Swords,
spears, daggers, knives, tridents. Grunts. Moans, groans, gurgles.
Bodies. Arms. Legs. A forest of bodies for Pare to get through to get back
to Christo.

Christo backed up but hit something...someone. He turned to see a boy his
own age and size. A boy with dark hair but a white strip down the center of
his head. The boy was a mixed Spanish-Japanese boy, dark faced, hairless
body and a long sword. "You...you've never killed before, have you?"

"I....I..."

"Don't worry, it'll be fast..."  The kid smirked and put a hand on
Christo's shoulder, "Or maybe not, maybe you be enjoyin a good long death
in the belly button, no?"

"Christo!"  Pare saw him, "Christo stick him! Stick him now! In the gut
hole! Do it!"

Christo raised his hand and said, "No," but realized as he did that his
vision saw his sword rising to and going slowly into the belly button of
this kid. The kid was talking, not knowing what was going on, "For my age,
I'm the best and I'm not only gonna kill ya, but also...hey, you..."  He
looked down and his eyes went wide. He gulped and his shocked face stayed
that way for a few moments.


Christo's face was as shocked. "No, I didn't mean...."

"No," The kid said quietly. His eyes got bigger.

Christo's did also, "I...I don't like this!"  But as he adjusted to the
fact that he was alive and this cocky kid was going to die on the end of
his sword and as his whole arm felt the kid's futile stomach resistance as
he pushed in more, Christo's face began to register that he felt happy...at
ease that he was going to live. He had the faintest of smiles on his
lips. And when he took his eyes off the kid's belly, slim and hairless, he
looked at the kid and noticed the kid's face had changed from shock
too...to a happy look too. They had the same face on. "Maybe I...I do."

"I stronger...can't believe you....you got me good. I...I feel good. It's
great ...."  The kid gulped and shut his eyes, "Do me."

Christo shoved the sword in as far it could go. A taller, older kid with
washboard abs was sneaking up behind Christo--his knife up and ready to dig
into Christo's back and into his belly button from behind.

"Damn!"  Pare saw this as he was slashing the belly open of a bigger, older
boy, with blond hair and as he slashed, he cut across the belly of a tall
redhead who was trying to sneak up on him. Balancing himself and then
bouncing from rope to rope, Pare ran from them, all cut by him. He ran past
a kid on his back, a light skinned pale boy with sandy hair, nice body. A
kid was over him, the same size and with darker hair and even more ripped
abs and a shallow belly button that almost looked like it wasn't going to
become a belly button when the kid was born.

The kid on the ground said, "Damn!"

"Say your goodbyes," The kid overhead snorted and grunted.

Pare was near the standing one and he quickly undid the kid's own knife off
the kid's green vine belt and stabbed the point into the kid's flesh--right
in the belly button. As the kid was stretched out to his fullest and
tightest. Pare felt like he was stabbing into stone and then as the knife
parted flesh, felt as if he were stabbing into hard mud which was giving
way to soft splashy mud behind. "Not fair!"

"Hey," Pare snorted and twisted the knife, "Anyway you can, man..."

The standing kid was stuck in time. He felt the pain in his gut drilling
into him more and more. He sucked in more air and more air as if it could
save him. It couldn't.

The kid with his bare back on the ropes, bent his back a bit as he sat
up. "Thanks for that, for saving me."

Pare thrust his sword right into that kid's belly button, "I didn't do it
for you. I did it for me. Die!"

The kid bent over the sword, "OHHHHHHHH!"




The standing one was still in the process of dying and as Pare slid his
sword out of the one on the ropes, this one fell ontop of him, belly to
belly. Pare laughed and move on. The boys felt penis to penis, cut gut to
cut gut. The one with the knife in him took it out. Their penises rose and
wet with pre cum, continued. They rolled and fell through a square,
spiraling and they landed sideways on the spike but their bodies, together
were twisted on the spike, which magically treated, kept trying to get to
the center of each of their buttons...and failed and succeeded. They were
kept on the spike, moved around and about as the spike butchered their
navels, one at a time and both at other times. They yelped and yelped but
their voices were just another in the choir of boy dying opera. From
spikes' victims, it rained white cum.

Christo moved his sword around in the first boy he ever killed. He cut
sinew and belly button meat. He went wide eyed again and slid his sword out
a bit, fascinated that it was coming out of the kid. "Go for it," the dying
kid said, "Do it. You got me good."

"Real good," Christo said, his throat dry. Christo sort of liked the kid's
Oriental eyes and pert nose, his dark Spanish coloring. The other boy was
still moving up behind him.

"Christo! Duck!"  Pare stabbed his sword into the side of a kid with a
spear, who had another bare youth on the point of his spear. Pare made sure
he got the belly button with his point through the side and removed it. He
also grabbed the spear, "Get off that I need it!"  He shook the kid or
rather the kid's belly off the spear and both boys fell off the net onto
spike death below. "Duck!"  Pare threw the spear and it went into the back
of the kid Christo was stabbing, out his belly button, over the ducking
Christo's head and into the bumpy abs of the natural redhead who was behind
Christo with a curved knife. The belly button of the redhead vanished into
himself and he grabbed at the spear which dangled out of the Japanese
Spanish kid. Christo grabbed the curved knife from the redhead and stood up
more. He then took the spear out of the Japanese/Spanish boy's gut and the
kid fell off the ropes, bouncing on a few ropes first. Christo as he
removed the spear couldn't help but stick the stomach of the redhead more,
for taking one out, made the other go in. He let go and stood back. The
redhead gripped the sword as if it were a part of his body and held it. He
jerked the pole in him up more as if it were a giant penis emitting from
his body.  Pare arrived and kicked the redhead but as he did a big muscled
man came up behind him. Christo tapped this one on the back and the giant
man turned around.

"Hey you!"  Christo buried the curved knife of the red head right into the
upper tip of the man's worked out on ridge and he dug it upward, "Haaaaaa,
I'm not gonna let you hurt Pare!"  He dug it up and out, the curved knife
helping. With his other hand, he swung the sword he still held at the man's
sword arm, wounding it. Soon two more bodies fell for the spikes. The
redhead, with the spear in him, fell onto a spike and had the great feeling
of the spike meeting the spear and twisting different parts of his belly
button and flesh in and around it in different ways and paths. He felt
every bit of it and cam wildly as he jerked, kicked, pounded, swore, and
spasumed;.

Other boys were falling before they even got stuck. One boy even saw Pare
in front of him and jumped. Rather than die a long death on the spikes,
many of them had just enough time to remove their own belly buttons or stab
into their own navel holes with knives or short swords en route down. Some,
still had weapons in their guts and these weapons created even more pain as
they brushed against the spikes, swishing flesh every which way!




Two boys were finding their bellies on the wrong end of a double pointed
spear/sword held by a long haired blond boy. He shoved one end in the hard
gut of one boy and the other end into the softer gut of a bigger brown
haired boy who had a rounded gut with a large belly button. The long haired
boy wore only a loin cloth and a headband. The other two boys were totally
naked. The long haired boy was not smiling but was very serious and
determined. "I'm gonna win!"  Suddenly, he felt the ropes shaking and he
fell off the ropes. On the way down, he quickly took out his small knife
and jabbed the fine point into his own belly button and died before he hit
the spike with a slick THKKKKKK and Harumpf.

The two boys, stuck together, were also bounced by the shaking ropes and
lost their footing. Their legs fell through but the spear, still sticking
both their bellies, stopped them from falling. They writhed but could not
get off the spear and were not stuck so hard that they would die right
away. They held the spear and sort of played a game---one would try to get
it out of his navel which in turn would make it push into the other boy
more. That one would then try to hold it off or push it back so it would
enter into the other kid's belly. As they did this, their exposed penises
grew and grew to over nine inches and wobbled below.

Seeing the blond fall, Pare said, "Hey, I got an idea, Christo!"  Pare
jumped down.

Christo, afraid at first, yelled, "Pare!"

"Okay, I'm okay," Pare held on with one hand. "C'mon down! I can get more
of em off with my idea."

"Many are already gettin off," Christo looked around. A boy behind him
tossed Christo off. "Pare!"

"Don't worry!"  Hanging on with one hand and with his sword dangling
through his loin cloth openings, Pare reached out as the little kid fell
and grabbed his wrist. "I've got ya!"  Pare looked at the kid's eyes and
saw fear. "Hang on, get on my back."  His weapons dropped, Christo was
pulled up. He clung onto Pare's back tight. Pare felt good as his back was
warmed by the boy.

"You shoulda let me drop," Christo whispered.

"No, I told ya," Pare said, good naturedly, "I'm not gonna break my promise
to you, we'll get out of this together, somehow. Now watch."  Pare began to
shake the ropes, holding on with both hands.

As Pare shook, more and more boys fell to their belly doom on the
spikes. The cacophony of death groans rose louder and louder. A boy fell
onto a spike where there already was a boy. A Japanese boy landed ontop the
Spanish/Japanese boy, who was not dead yet. He slid down and his penis made
contact with the kid's back, splashing all over it. Three boys were on the
spike next to them, one with his dick in the other's ass, jerking. The
middle one fucked and got fucked. The spike through all three's belly
buttons.




"Hey stop that!"  A blue eyed good looking wrestling type kid (who looked
like actor Ryan Merrimen who played the young PRETENDER) with brown hair
came over Pare's fingers, "Or I'll cut off your fingerahhhhh!"  As he got
closer, Pare shook harder and the kid fell off the ropes onto a
spike. "Ahhhh, you fuckkkkkohhhhrrrrr! Someone help me....oh!"  A tall
heavier kid fell on top his back and smashed him into the ground, opening
his belly more and more as he hit the lowest area of the spike, his own
penis meeting the ground, making it wet and a puddle under him. He felt
wetness on his bare, macho back. He arched. "Hey stop that! Oh man! Noaw,
do it more! MORE! OH MY GUT!"

Most boys were gone but there were about twenty more. One, a boy with brown
hair and the muscles of an older MALE, went to the end, "I know how to get
the fucker. He'll not end my life...c'mon guys...do as I do..."  This kid
took his sword and put it in his thong and then used both hands to get to
the edge of the ropes and he swung downward, feet overhead and he swung
down...belly first onto Pare's sword. For Pare had taken the sword out of
his loin cloth, stimulating his own penis into thick action, wet already
and pointed it out. The boy didn't feel it yet, "See," he called up to some
pals, "I told you, it's simple just cummmmmmmmming, I'm cumming! Oh that
feelsssssssssssssahhhasigh!"  He looked down and saw the sword middle
ejecting from his belly where his belly button used to be. He looked up and
saw a smiling, white toothed Pare there, a kid clinging onto the Puerto
Rican's back tightly for dear life.

"Look before you leap," Pare smiled and twisted.

"AHHHHHH! DOYAHAFTADOTHAT? HURTS! Oh, hurts...."

Pare unstuck him and stuck it back in. He then watched as the kid hung on
still, his navel hole dripping. Christo gasped, "Oh Pare, finish him."

Pare broke out of his revere for this kid when Christo said that. He jumped
up and kicked the kid with both feet and the kid fell...onto a spike filled
with bodies, more than could be counted. Only the sharp tip could fit in
his navel and it stuck there as the kid thrashed around. More boys followed
and all 20 were now hanging under the net with no one on top except the two
stuck on one spear, now raining the net with cum. Other exceptions included
bodies that didn't fall, some boys jerking as their bellies hit the ropes,
being cut or wounded and dying on top the net, also adding their cum to the
white rain.

Above, a tall, lean kid cut a rope that was where Pare hung. He swung on it
anyway. Then this kid jumped down, held on with one hand and made a move at
Pare's back...to stab Christo in his back and through...but he missed and
Pare had wheeled around on him and jabbed his sword into this kid's
navel. The kid screamed and fell, ripping off Pare's sword. Pare found his
sword going upward in the kid: up and up cutting out of the navel top ridge
and into the upper abs and hitting sternum. Until the kid fell. Christo
yelled, "Pare, they're surrounding you!"

"Together we can kill the spic!"

"Get him!"

"Gut that outtie of his!"

"He thinks he's so cool!"

"He ain't so hot!"

"Cut his gut out!"

"Line his abs with steel!"




Another kid tried to jab Christo from behind but Pare whirled and
whirled. He held out his sword sideways and as he whirled, he gutted and
slit many navels--at least five solid guys were around Pare, holding on to
the ropes. Before they knew it, they were staring at their slit belly
slits. Guts poured out. As they fell, more boys moved in. One tore Christo
off Pare by grabbing Christo's arm and pulling. Christo kicked the kid off
the ropes but had to hang on. Another kid came at him, a kid a bit older
than him. Christo screamed as the kid pointed his sword right at him and
then he shut his eyes. But Pare swung by at the last second, not that he
planned it that way but he had to gut two more older, much older men and it
had taken longer than usual. Pare screamed, did a Tarzan yell and swung
past the boy trying to gut Christo and as he passed by, he held the sword
across the kid's hips, digging it from hip to hip, encompassing the large
outtie belly button, which came off and fell. Christo looked at
it. Christo's loin cloth was so low his curved lower belly was all the way
out. Pare swung back and stabbed the attacker kid the same way. The kid
hung on. Pare smiled, "If you like it I could it do it all day so just hang
on."  Pare did this a few more times, other boys stopping to watch in
amazement.

"I...I die....happy..."  The kid said, "I love you."

"Oh hell, feel THIS!"  Pare shoved the sword in point first into the outtie
use to be and kept plugging, his swing having to make it messier than
usual. "Felt good to me and ...."  Pare looked down at the kid's mess from
his shorts, "And to you...now go down!"  Pare shook the kid's thick muscled
arms and the kid fell with a wild happy yelp of joy. To end on a spike, the
last empty one. Bodies below writhed and the flesh looked like one big
thumping animal. Sounds of a chorus as grunts, moans, gasps, hissing, macho
sounds filled the air. Some sounds sounded like sex and joy but others pain
and pleasure. Mixing.

"Pare watch out!"  Christo yelled as a boy swung on a cut rope at Pare's
back. Pare tried to turn but the new attacker, Rom, was already at his
back. Christo kicked out and made Rom drop his sword so Rom was now at
Pare's back weaponless. Rom, bigger and more muscled, bear hugged Pare from
behind as if he were humping him. Funny, Christo thought, he IS humping
him. Pare rose up and arched in pleasure as Rom invaded his butthole. Other
boys moved in. "Pare, stop! He's gonna kill you!"

Using binoculars, Nolo watched, "Oh Yule I am enjoying this!"

Kneeling with his back to the arena, Yule looked up from between Nolo's
legs, "Me too!"

Reaching behind the struggling cumming Pare, who cam out of his loin cloth,
Rom grabbed Pare's sword and then pulled out of Pare, dripping generous
amounts of white load.  He then swung back and forth and held out the
sword, Pare in front of him. As he moved at Pare, a white load from above
hit him in the eyes and blinded him. Pare took his sword back and stabbed
the kid deeply and happily, "Happened to a friend of mine. It sucks! And so
do you! Suck my sword through your belly button, fucker!"

"Oawaaw!"

>From behind, Christo kicked Rom's upper back, thrusting him more onto
Pare's sword. Pare let it loose and the dying Rom fell, yelping like a
stuck pup.

It was an easy job to stab the belly buttons of the other guys moving in on
them. Pare did most of the boys.  Christo had no weapon.




After killing all but four, Pare said, "Come over here," and pulled Christo
to him. Christo had tears in his eyes. They were chest to chest, the boy
wrapping his legs around Pare as Pare held on with one hand, arm
outstretched to hold upward. Cum rained around them.

"I thought you were going to die!"

"No, you saved me," Pare smiled.

"Me?"

"Yeah!"  Pare kissed him smack on the lips.

"Oh well," one of the four boys, Filipino shrugged, "I always wanted ta
know what it felt like to die like this way..."  He threw himself off and
his belly button connected with a spike. He moaned, "Feel good, me get off,
fell feel real good."

Christo wanted more of the kiss as tongues exchanged mouths. Pare pulled
out, "Excuse me."  He thrust Christo behind him again and the boy held on
for dear life, around his neck again. Pare swung and stabbed. Three more
boys had their guts added to the arena floor before their bodies actually
fell and joined the show on the spikes. The spikes seemed alive as though
they were moving. In fact, most of the spikes could hardly be seen there
were so many boys jerking on them.

Christo whispered into Pare's ear, "Kill me."

"No!"

"You havfta--if ya don't do it, my love, they will kill you and me anyway!"

"I won't do it!"  Pare called up, "Nolo! We won. It's over. Let us both
live now!"

Nolo yawned but then beat his hand onto his throne, "Trio! They always
fuckin win!!!! Well, they can win all they want. I will hurt them one way
or another!"

Christo moved off Pare's back and took the knife from one of the cumming
bodies overhead. He put it to his own belly button and laid the point
harmlessly in it. "I wonder what it would feel like to just...pressssss..."
He started to but Pare took it, putting his hand over Christo's.

"No, as much as I like sticking bellies and killin, I won't do you!"  Pare
took him to him and they hugged, chest to chest, nipple to nipple. "I won't
I tell ya!"  They kissed again and Pare threw Christo upward. Pare laughed,
"Now get up there, bucko."  Christo held onto the ropes and huffing, tired
and afraid, puffed on his side, hip to the rope and the other hip skyward.

As Pare was about to kick himself up to the ropes he looked at Nolo, "Now
Nolo, I declare...."



"Oh my, we all know who would win this battle, if the spic had enough guts
to do it," Nolo waved his hand to the mulatto and albino. The mulatto shot
an arrow. It thudded into Christo's fine belly button.The mini butt cheeks
in his navel were now parted by a thick wooden shaft, the folds of his
navel jutted into by the sharp arrow head which was now vanished behind his
belly button wall behind the former navel. Christo yelped once and grabbed
the shaft. At first, he let go and held his hands out uselessly, groping as
if to find some way to do something with them. Then he regrabbed the shaft
and thought about pulling....it out....

Pare screamed and pointed his sword at the mulatto, "YOU! YOU! I'm gonna
kill you! YOU'RE FODDER FOR MY SWORD!!! YOU FUCKER! Both you fuckers are
DEAD! I'm gonna kill you and you too NOLO!!!!"

Nolo wasn't laughing but the mulatto boy was and he was being hugged by the
albino who then put his arm around him and later his elbow rested on his
friend's shoulder as they watched the long process of Christo's slow,
lingering death by arrow implant...

604

Grease Ball 2
a gladiator fantasy by member bare chested warrior

My name is Arnold. I work for the garbage company. The boss ordered me to attend the next
Grease Ball game along with five garbage workers. He says we can watch from the sides. There’s
a catch. There’s always a catch. We have to wear black shorts, our heavy industrial boots, and
nothing else. Correction: three workers add a black band around the top right arm. At any point in
the game umpires can call on us to join in the game and supplement the numbers. In truth the
garbage workers are tough, rough and ready for the occasional fight. They are not fazed if the
game is terminal.
Garbage employment has kept their bodies dirty most of the time. For this reason they are curious
about the players who seem to be turned on with greasing one another. In some circles the word
“greasing” meant “killing”. The five workers and I welcome the chance to do exactly that. The
playing ground is part of a garbage land-fill area. I spoke with Frank, the waste disposal truck
driver who had cleaned up after the first game. In his opinion the game needed more balls on
hand. He speculated that the players could form up in closed circles. The ball could then be thrown
from player to player with greater accuracy. It was important to grease chests as soon as possible.
After that the players are familiar with the grease and can focus below. The game still needed
players to advance into dangerous territory. Hunting down players in groups was the way to go. A
minimum of two players was required to raise, lower upside down and secure the player in the
body of grease. He didn’t know how long it took to lose consciousness. A number of players had
fallen on ground away from the big vats. He was surprised that none of them had grease shoved
into their mouths. He guessed they had been strangled. The boss took away the ball for laboratory
inspection; He was pleased that the particular grease worked so well. The winning team captain
must have the second umpire’s whistle. A player named Victor has the first whistle. It was easier to
remove the bodies, leave the vats in position and top up the grease. His co-workers recycled the
cans. They covered the vats with tent sheeting to protect the grease from rain water. He refused to
elaborate when asked what happened to the bodies.
“None of your business, Arnold.”
How did the survivors clean up? The garbage company supplied a shower room, anti-greasers and
some soap. The soap was a token gesture in case the survivors wanted to fuck each other up the
arse. They did. This was no surprise as killers crave relief from the high.
The makeshift viewing seats were two long, wooden, planks secured at either end on top of empty
drums. Maybe the drums once held the grease to be used in today’s game. The position was
centred immediately in front of the two vats. The drums were high enough to let us hang our legs
and feel the heavy boots in the air. Once the game started I doubted that we would be here long.
Obviously we have been “set up” and can expect to fight shortly.
The macho quality of the two teams took our breath away. The thirty two fighters looked
magnificent. The preliminaries were different from the previous game. The two teams lined up
facing each other but behind a large vat. Umpires ordered all players to lower their black shorts.
They could now see—at a distance—the cocks and balls they were shortly to grease. My chest
was non-hairy—more’s the pity. The grease would present a cleaning problem when smeared over
the hairy chests. I remembered the hazing for new garbage company employees. Chests were
thoroughly smeared. Then, the hazers used wire brushes to untangle any hairs. Ouch!
The two umpires walked across to us. There was no fence or barrier of any kind.
“Arnold, identify yourself, put your hand up.” He looked closely at my shorts but there was no bulge
yet.
“All of you are players in reserve. As umpires we have the authority to order you onto the field. I
can see that three of you are wearing black bands. Good. If called you will support that team. The
members will welcome you. In the event that you all fight, remember, no more “Mr. Nice Guy”. If
necessary you will fight and kill even your co-workers. Understood? I’m the umpire for the team
wearing the black bands. For what it’s worth my name is David; my nickname is Killer Grease. I
can boast three scores. The other umpire, Victor, will fuck the arse off you in the cleaning showers.
That’s if he makes it alive. I’m not sure what his past score is but you can be confident that he will
score today. We have to appoint captains for the respective teams.”
The team members pointed out candidates. They were almost clones of each other—thick, hairy
chests, tall, completely macho with strong arms and legs. Victor pronounced Ray as the captain of
his team. David pronounced Carlos as the captain wearing the black band. The teams moved to
the far end of their areas, assembled for instructions from the respective captains. It turned out that
both were seasoned killers and well-informed about team tactics.
The second Grease Ball game was more physically demanding. The players ran further distances;
the grease ball had to be thrown as it absorbed thick grease; the thirty two players themselves
were heavier. By comparison the garbage co-workers were lightweight. This time there was a
conventional goal post area except that there were no goalkeepers. The umpires could keep tab of
any goal scores. That’s where it was useful to have additional balls on hand. The players fooled
themselves at the beginning that they were playing an ordinary match. Their illusions were
shattered with the first killing.
Carlos and three black band players circled a clumsy bear type player. Ray, his captain, was
unable to come to the rescue. Names count for little when players are out to score. Ray thought
the bear’s name was Rufus. The hairy chest was standard for a bear. Carlos’s team greased it
thoroughly. Rufus would miss out on the pain of a wire brush untangling the greasy hairs. The
black shorts fell down of their own accord. His cock, well shaped, thick, circumcised sat on top of
two oversized balls. It was a joy to manhandle them both with extra grease and brutal hands. They
taunted him about the size of the cock but that was something that all players indulge in. The cock
came good and moved into full erection. Carlos couldn’t resist punching Rufus’s gut. Rufus cried
out. The cock spurted. Another black band player took the cue from Carlos and punched Rufus’s
gut. The cock spurted again. A third black bank player punched Rufus’s gut. That was enough for
Rufus to get the gut message. They picked him up, carried him on their shoulders quite a distance
to the immediate vat. Holy shit, the grease smelt. The inhaled toxic fumes as they dumped Rufus
upside down into the vat. They held him up by the heavy boots for the necessary few minutes.
Carlos congratulated the three black band players who returned to throw the ball.
I looked across to two of my garbage company co-workers. They had already put their hands
inside the black shorts and grabbed hold of their cocks. They had a way to go but watching the
game progress forced them to clutch their balls as well. One of them fell off the plank and had to
reseat himself.
The rules of the Grease Game, if any, didn’t stop the ball from greasing many chests. Within a
short time at least six or seven players sported greased chests from handling the ball. The real
game was players co-operating with one another to hunt down opposing players. The hunt
involved concentration, team worker and a degree of bravado.
Umpire Victor had an usual problem. The shorts of one of his players fell down. Victor stopped the
player whom he forced to remove the shorts completely. The player complained but Victor said
everybody wanted to size up his cock and balls for greasing. The same thing happened to two
players on the opposing side. Umpire David was insistent that they take their shorts fully off. He
was less tactful with the players. He said everybody wanted to see whether their cocks and balls
were worth greasing. Yes, they were and would be in due course. The shorts were left on the
ground.
The small cans of grease had unexpected side effects. The smell clogged up the airwaves. Players
wanted to blow their noses and clear the airways. Nobody thought of including tissues in the black
shorts. They had to blow their noses and wipe the snot on the black shorts or their chests.
There was no room for consensual sex in a game full of aggressive players. Rape was the way to
go. Fucking in particular was best carried out early in the game. The umpires were envious of two
rapes. The attackers stretched the players’ arms and rested them on the top edge of the large vat.
Then, pinning them down securely each attacker inserted his cock into the exposed arse. The
umpires wondered whether both targets had ever been fucked—they were so dominant it was
possible. The targets screamed out in pain. This verbal gesture excited the rapists even more.
When the cocks were spent the rapists did their duty. They picked up more grease in their bare
hands and worked over the chests, cocks and balls. The climax was the necessary execution.
Forget about fucking. Executing was thrilling. The executioners held the heads firmly and slowly
inserted them into the grease mass below. The targets tried everything to escape while the
executioners laughed.
Throwing the ball from player to opposite player and dumping it in the vat and/or can kept the
grease circulating. The chests started to look as if there were in a grease game. The game was
flagging a little when a black band player scored a goal. Umpire Victor failed to stop the first goal.
Black band players rallied around and scored a second goal. It was quite difficult to push the
players back to the centre. The situation became tense when two black band players confronted an
opposing player. He ran for his life into the arms of two other black band players. They were happy
to work him over. They poured a can over his head. He cried out “No! No!” as losers do. Within a
short time he was unable to see and staggered around as if blindfolded. They took him back into
their arms, spread the grease over the non-hairy chest, pulled down the black shorts. The cock and
balls were worth greasing. They took the time to pull off the cock. This was only fair as the cock
was fully erect. Dragging him across to the vat was awkward but they managed. They asked for
help to heave him up off the ground. He looked like a trophy when held up high. They held him
upside down by the heavy boots. Nothing original. Standard Operating Procedure.
For a garbage disposal employee I was getting too comfortable sitting with the dangling heavy
boots. Umpire Victor shouted across to us. He ordered two reservists to join in. The order was a
shock to them but they had no other options. Umpire David followed suit ordering two reservists to
join in. That left me and one other reservist to ponder our fate.
Something unexpected happened. I found it hard to believe but Frank, the driver, returned early to
the site. Two passengers sat huddled together in the truck cabin. They were late arrivals, dumb but
hunky, and prepared for serious fighting. Umpire David commandeered them but didn’t have any
spare black bands for them to wear. This was a minor inconvenience for them. They quickly settled
into the grease ball and execution scene. They simply did not care whom they executed.
I noticed that Frank was wearing only the black shorts and the heavy boots. He saw me looking
closely at his impressive chest. I wondered whether he wanted to keep his cake and eat it too as
the saying goes. He hoped to be drawn into the grease game because he wanted to grease
players and secretly hoped to execute somebody.
Umpire Victor beckoned both of us to join his side. I focused on becoming a real gladiator. Frank
smiled: he would fulfil a dream to fight beside and against such as array of macho men. The sixth
garbage worker remained aloof from the game and ready to drive the vehicle if necessary.
Gladiators beware of friendships in killing game areas. Nevertheless, I welcomed the help of the
two players. They pinned back the target such that I had unhindered access to the front of his
body. There’s a saying to the effect “When you grab a man by the balls his heart and mind will
follow”. In this case I grabbed, greased and squeezed the balls. He cried out in pain followed by
yelling out “No!” He attempted to break away. No go. He tried to kick me. Missed. It was clear what
would happen and it did. The two players and I raised him up off the ground, let him look at the
executed players’s boots sticking out in the air. It was a treat to lower him into the vat. Greasing
balls appealed to most players for the rest of the game.
Frank carried out his secret wish within a short time of entering the grease game field. He threw
the ball directly at an opponent. The ball knocked the player over. Frank moved forward, filled his
hands with thick grease and attacked whilst the player lay on the ground. i envied the way he
spreadeagled the opponent. Two players bent down to support him but securing the arms and feet
of the opponent. Frank very thoroughly greased the chest, pulled down the black shorts, and
grabbed the cock and balls. The opponent was unable to resist. Frank and the two players had a
few uncomfortable moments lifting the opponent up and dragging him across to the nearest vat.
They slid him over the vat’s edge and held him up by the legs. In a surprise twist he held out both
arms on a dead body and kept himself raised above the bulk of the grease. He threw off his
attackers and stumbled back onto the field. Frank was no wimp when it came to fist fights, kicking
in the balls and gut punches. The opponent found there would be no rescue from his gladiator’s
fate. The three of them captured him back again. This time they raised him up high, carried him
across to the vat and pushed his head into the grease. They held on until there were no further
signs of life.
Both umpires failed to impress the players. Neither were wimps but gladiators respect
uncompromising killing. That’s what they want to do.
The two late arrivals sabotaged the Grease Game. They decided to void any umpire ruling about
winning or losing. Their idea of a gladiator game was to kill opponents and stop when exhausted.
In this case it might be practical to stop when the vats were full. It was a little tricky working out
how to make this happen. The obvious move was to remove the umpires permanently. Shrewd
gladiators create opportunities for such moves.
The immediate climax of today’s grease ball game was unexpected. Yes, the vats filled up with
vanquished fighters. The victors enjoyed the sight of grease filled boots jutting out into the air. It
was touch and go about who would be the last fighter to soak up the grease. In the end it was
Umpire David. He struggled bravely but was unable to overcome his attackers.
The sixth garbage worker drove the victors back to the home base. Watching the grease game
was a moving experience for him. His cock was still rigid. I could tell by his looks that he intended
to do something about it. During the showers the survivors might put down their guard. He
sounded me out. I said “Go for it!” I was happy to help him if necessary. At first I thought he would
be happy to fuck one of the survivors. That was part of his wishes. He imagined that the Boss
would promote him when he went a step further. In truth I and the other garbage workers were
disposable. The Boss, himself, would find that out in the future.
Tressle tables were positioned in front of the showers. Survivors could then sit on them as the hot
showers washed away some of the grease. Three survivors duly sat on them. I watched the sixth
garbage worker move in on a victor. He carefully positioned his arms around the neck and struck.
Other victors saw immediately what he was doing. They moved in on the other two survivors.
There was considerable resistance: two attackers were kneed in the balls. Nice work but not
enough to stop the attackers. The killing during the grease game stimulated them. Everybody was
wound up.
I saw Umpire Victor inserting a cleaned up cock into an arse. I couldn’t resist the temptation. He
felt my strong arms putting pressure on his neck. Whilst he fucked the arse off I forced him to gasp
for breath. He thought I was play acting. No way. His cock shot for the last time. Frank joined in
and finished off the Umpire’s fuck.
The garbage company kindly provided towels recycled from the previous grease game, shorts and
T-shirts. All of us were amused with the logo on the T-shirts—“We greased them”. Our boots
stayed dirty in spite of using the anti-greasers and soap.

         That son of a bitch, Tony.  The oldest son and heir of the mafia empire built up by his bastard of a father.  With his father aging, Tony has been trying to "prove" himself worthy of taking over his father's lead of the mob.  He has been responsible for the deaths of at least 60 people in this town, including a local candy shop owner who dared call him out for parking in a handicap space.  Tony never took criticism well, so he shot the man in front of his children.

            I had been working for Tony as an "errand boy".  This meant I did almost anything at Tony's mansion.  One of my main jobs was tending to the pools.  

          Tony spent every morning going for a swim as part of this daily workout.  This kept his body lean and toned.  As I was the only one working outside in the morning, we were usually alone.  He would often give me "duties" to perform.  Sometimes these were sexual in nature, sometimes it was the destruction of evidence, sometimes it was to keep his wife distracted while he met with one of his mistresses. 

          I saw Tony come in the back gate from a jog.  He pulled off his shirt, kicked off his shoes and jumped into one of the pools.  While Tony was in what we called the waterfall pool, I approached with my usual cart.  "Good morning, sir."  I said as I got to the edge of the pool.

          "Just the man I've been looking for."  Tony gave me a grin an waded towards the side of the pool where I stood.  'oh crap,' I thought, 'was he on to me?'

          "I need you to do something for me."  His words were unusually slow and pensive.  "You've done favors for me for how long now?"

          "Five years, sir."  It's true, I was first hired as a pool boy by Tony's father when I was thirteen.  Tony was only five years older than me.

          "You know," he started.  "When my father dies, I will need a second in command.  Since you've been the one most loyal to me and haven't been running to my dad telling him everything I've been up to, I need your help.  You've done well in having my back, I figured it's time for both of us to move up the ladder."

          "I appreciate that, sir.  What would you have me do?"  I had always carried myself professionally with my boss.

          "Call me Tony," he stated, raising a wine glass from the poolside tray and handing it to me.  "My father is going to die this morning, I just need you to burn my shirt and shoes.  You're also my witness that I was here all morning."

          My eyebrows raised.  Wow, this was real.  His ambition had truly taken him beyond the turning point.  Little did he know that right before I had arrived at work, one of Tony's father's limosines pulled up to me and I was taken inside. Tony's father had told me that there had been an attempt on his life and I needed to find out if Tony was involved.  Little did I expect Tony to tell me forthright.

          Since I Tony had confessed to me, I knew what I needed to do.  I reached down into the cart and pulled out the blade his father had given me.  He had no time to react before I buried the blade to the hilt in his rippled abs.  


          Tony let out a loud "Ugggghhh!!"  He stared up at me in disbelief, his broad chest heaving from the force of the thrust.  His eyes turned down at the hilt and widened as he recognized his father's sword.  His jaw dropped open and his gaze returned to me as blood spurt out from his lips.

I stumbled across this Youtube site featuring Asian guys getting their navels tortured.   The first 2/3 of each video is naval stabbing.  The end of each video is a bloody gutting scene, so if your not into that don't play until the very end!

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCL7dZvY...v1w/videos