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TRIO: RICHARD's team VS BEAMER's team - CHASE - 12-24-2019 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. Casey looked bewildered, "What the fuck's he doing?" Hector laughed, "Trying to live a bit longer?" Casey put a last arrow in the crossbow. "Well, he ain't got long if that's his strat." Richard yelled out, "Look, will you stay still so we can fight and kill ya!" Beamer suddenly stopped and was right in the midde of them. Casey jumped back, "Whoa!!" He needed room to fire. Beamer hit the arrow down. It fell and Casey jumped further back. "This guy's not afraid!" Hector saw Beamer very close to him. "Fuck, you're history!" Hector moved his elbow back and readied his rapier at Beamer's chest but Beamer got close and grabbed his other elbow and twisted. He grabbed the rapier with his other hand and it fell. Casey scrambled to find one of his already fired arrows and found one and began to place it. "Damn!" Beamer wanted to hold onto it. Beamer punched Hector across the face and Hector fell to Beamer's feet. Casey wanted to fire but he saw Richard poking at Beamer with his spear, "Get outta my way, Rich!" Beamer was being held by Hector, "Stick em! Stick em now Richard! Ya got him!" Beamer made a face like this was no big problem. Richard came at Beamer, spear pointed right at outtie navel point but Beamer dropped down a bit, bending at the knees and he reached up and caught the spear with both hands, and tossed, arching his back. Richard flew up and landed behind him heavily, the spear still in his grip. "Ahhh!!" Beamer kicked Hector but despite the boot pain on him, Hector held tight. Richard began to recover and jumped up behind Beamer, spear at spine. He wondered about stabbing him in the back and wondered if he could. He raced at Beamer's back. Beamer now open, Casey fired. One, two, as fast as he could. Beamer caught both in his right hand, both making a nice vee point in his hand, sticking out near his thumb. He smiled and raised an eyebrow at Casey, who snapped, "Shit! How the fuck he'd do that! Nevermind!" He loaded another one. As this happened, Richard plunged with spear behind Beamer. Beamer side stepped using his body, for his legs were still held tight by Hector below. "Get him, get him!" Hector was yelling. As Beamer side moved, he twisted his upper body and spun, with one hand he grabbed the spear and with the other he dove the two pointed arrows into Richard's smooth, bare white lovely lower belly, many inches beneath that nice navel. Why spoil that navel? Beamer thought about not pushing them in deep but he thought, "What the fuck, these three are the best Jim has! I'm not taking any chances!" So he drove them as deep as he could, knowing another crossbow firing was immenent. He shoved them in deep and almost up to the end. Richard went wide eyed and tried not to scream. Richard didn't scream but he gasped. "Unngghhhhh! Unga!" Beamer grabbed the spear but Richard pulled on it and the force floored him onto his back but he had the spear in his hands. In his grip. He wouldn't let Beamer use it on Hector. "Casey! Crossbow his abs!" Hector yelped. "Do it now! I don't know if I can hold him much..." Beamer kicked at Hector's arms but Hector held tight. "OFFFAAFFFFF!" Beamer looked as the arrow landed with a thick thud right in his navel. "Right in my belly button!" Beamer looked down and up and down. The arrow was deep in there. He knew, like Richard, that he could live through this pain and maybe survive. But more was on the way for both boys. "Fuck yeah!" Casey made a victory fist. Hector yelled, "AWRIGHT!" He jumped up, scrambling to retrieve his rapier. As Beamer gasped and grabbed at the ararow unsure if he should leave it there or if he should just pull it out now, Hector placed his rapier point. "Now braggart boy...." He put the tip in the lower part of Beamer's belly button. "Ohh," Richard struggled with the triceratops like points in his lower flesh. Hector looked at Richard, "This for him." Hector looked as the tip pressed in but then he said, "No, maybe not there....but..." He moved the tip down, pressing to scratch skin. It made a line along the belly button underneath and down, following the hint of trail of hair there and he pressed into the skin lower, "butbut but tut tut, there!" With a strong heave, Hector elbowed the rapier in. "Gasp! OHSHIT!" Beamer jerked but held. Hector was surprised too. He smiled but dropped it as he saw Beamer's stomach not give as much as he thought it would. "Hector, you're in my way!" Casey was shouting. "It's my party now!" Hector smiled and shoved but found the rapier couldn't go much more in. Beamer raised an eyebrow, "I eat good." Nevertheless, he huffed and gasped and shut his eyes. "Eat what you want, you can't resist this force!" Hector shoved. To thick meat. Beamer did something totally unexpected. He launched his upper body backward, off the rapier, leaving his feet still. He reached back and as he did, he encountered the ground. He saw the arrows and felt them in Richard. He moved them around some more and Richard kicked and moaned, making Beamer's dick grow hard. Something new to him. It was wet. Richard was wet and now he held the arrows in his lower guts but moving them Beamer made deeper slits and shoved some more. Beamer let go and grabbed the falling spear Richard let go of to hold his arrows. Richard tried to get up and his abs showed tension. Beamer chuckled a bit, "We both got probs, kid!" "What the fuck he'd doing?" Hector said. "What the fuck are you doin, Hector!" Casey had his arrow ready and started to move around but Beamer was quicker. Beamer sprang up, Hector shoved again this time targeting the belly button under the arrow. The arrow was in the center of the point, making it innie now. Hector drove the tip into the lower button unmolested by the arrow. Beamer gasped, "HUFFFFFFAHHHH!" He felt good and he felt pain. This is probably it, he thought. Oh well, he felt good. Great. Here he was shirtless, at his prime, springing cum from his dick, his shorts really low, making hardness his joy, and he was fighting the best of the best and almost won and even if he died, which was a strong possibility he thought it was, he was proud that it was they who were killing him. They were hot, they were handsome and they were mean and cool. And Beamer knew that his life had been good. As he used the spear to drive into Hector's soft gut hole, he felt the meat there give like butter. He didn't expect that. Hector folded a bit and then drove himself upward and shoved into Beamer. Beamer shoved into Hector. Beamer knew that he thought he was the coolest kid in the world, the universe even. And for a long time he was. He had had boys and girls, been with them both, he preferred boys but he knew he had his fill of a good life and if it ended now and here and now and then, he knew that it was a good one and that dying this way was fucking great. "This was the only way to go! UGNGHBNN! For me!" "Not me! I ain't dying!" Hector gasped. An arrow hit him in the back. Casey yelled, "Get outta the way!" Beamer smiled, "You shot your own guy!" "I didn't mean to!" Casey yelled and rounded at Beamer, "Move!" Beamer moved into Hector, knowing Hector's rapier was popping through his innards and would soon be finding its way out his bare tanned back! He moved in and drove the spear with both hands now, one before. Now he moved and he twisted himself and Hector to stay between him and Casey! Hector gasped and his belly and Beamer's belly met hip to hip and lower belly to lower belly! Richard groaned. He was not dead yet. Hector was as good as dead as another arrow hit him. Beamer yelled, "Hey, you stop that! I wanna win fair!" "I ain't meaning to! Just drop him!" "No fucking way!" Beamer hugged into Hector, his own meat burning and on fire. Hector screamed as an arrow protruded from his shoulder, his side and the spear tore through, bringing his belly button meat out his back and letting it hang back there, with long chain of intestine too. OKAY JIM ONTO YOU!!!!!! Jer, your part one was quite simply out of this world. I have read yours and mine togetehr and mine pales in comparison but I hope you and the others like it anyway. Great work! >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> "No fucking way!" Beamer hugged into Hector, his own meat burning and on fire. Hector screamed as an arrow protruded from his shoulder, his side and the spear tore through, bringing his belly button meat out his back and letting it hang back there, with long chain of intestine too. OKAY JIM ONTO YOU!!!!!! Beamer and Hector continued their embrace. Their stabbed bellies pressed into each other. Hot blood & cum acted like lubricant as the boy's tummies ground together. Hector grimaced as the spear through the gut and now the crossbow bolts in his back killed him. He looked Beamer in the eye, after all their eyes were just inches apart and said, "I'm killed. I didn't think I would die today....really I didn't. But I didn't think my own teammate would help. Kill the little fucker will ya?...Please?" Beamer's own belly navel had been shot with a bolt and stabbed through with Hector's foil and said, "I dunno...I was kinda thinking I'd die too. My belly got hit pretty bad...hurts but sorta feels good too." Beamer's cock spat more cum as if to accentuate the point. Hector shook his head `no' then with a quick jerk he pulled his fencing foil free from Beamer's belly button. Beamer gasped and shot cum yet again slathering Hector's balls and inner thighs with the white, watery slime. Hector turned the foil handle around and slipped it into Beamer's hand, "Please, take it...kill that creep Casey. The little asshole shot me in the back...fucking killed me. I'd have lived through this!" gesturing to the spear in his stomach. "Oh for god's sake let him go!" Casey whined at Beamer. Annoyed that he could not get a good shot at Beamer Casey took aim and fired...THUMP! The crossbow bolt struck Hector dead center between the shoulder blades piercing his young heart from the backside. His eyes grew wide with a combination of pain and the knowledge that death was just seconds away. Hector gave Beamer a wink before his eyes rolled back into his head and he fell flat on his back dead at last. Casey had his way now. The cute blonde already had another crossbow bolt loaded and as soon as Hector fell free he fired. But Beamer seemed to return to his former self and with one deft move swatted the projectile from the air with the foil. He did a tuck and roll and came up right in front of Casey thrusting the long, slender weapon deep into the 21 year olds right breast right through his outstanding nipple. Casey's face contorted in pain and screamed, "OUCH...my chest!" Beamer pulled the weapon out then decided Casey needed a matching set. He almost hated to ruin another perfect nip but he really didn't like Casey...he really had liked Hector in the few moments they had spent together. With a single thrust Beamer stuck Casey through the left nipple sending the foil's point deep into the lung. Casey groaned. With both lungs punctured his breathing became difficult. Blood bubbled up from the corners of his mouth as two tiny rivulets oozed their way down his taunt white torso. Beamer pointed the bloody foil tip right at Casey's cute navel poking it even, "Surrender now" Beamer commanded still not wanting to slay the handsome boy even after what he had done. Casey backed up and with hands trembling got another bolt into his crossbow. "I wouldn't if I were you!" Beamer said "Fuck you!" Casey snarled as blood flew from his lips. He raised the crossbow but Beamer moved with the quickness and agility of a feline and ripped the crossbow from Casey's hands even before Casey knew it. Beamer pressed the front of the bow right to Casey's smooth, white, firm yet supple belly meat and fired. "EEEEEOOOOWWWWWEEEE!" Casey screamed as the full five inches of bolt buried itself deep in his bowels penetrating right through his beautiful navel. Casey now laid on his back. His legs kicked the dirt in futility. His hands cupped his bleeding tummy while his now free five inch cock bobbed freely sticking straight up from and nest of thick, blonde, immature peach fuzz. "OOOHHH MY BEEEELLLLLYYY!" Casey groaned as precum oozed out his piss slit and down the throbbing shaft. "Told ya not to do it didn't I?" Beamer said picking up the foil again. He touched the tip of the foil to the center of Casey's heaving chest a point perfectly bisecting the boy's two stuck nipples. "I'm breaking my own rule by asking a second time....surrender now." Beamer jabbed he point into Casey's chest breaking the skin but no further. Casey knew what happened to those who surrendered and his reply was to spit a mouthful of bloody saliva up at Beamer. Casey then curled his upper lip making his beautiful face almost ugly. Beamer wasted no time in driving the point of the foil deep into the center of Casey's chest. Casey let out a long, slow and deep gasp and bucked his hips upward. His engorged cock squirted what seemed like a pint of cum. It came out in a steady stream almost like he was pissing, not spurting cum. Beamer looked at the copious amounts of shot boy semen and shook his head, "What a waste!" Casey's hips fell back down and his head fell off to one side as more blood drooled from his mouth. His eyes closed and pierced chest collapsed with a gasp never to rise again. Beamer was nearing exhaustion. The stabbing his own navel took was reasserting itself again. He pressed a hand to the bleeding hole and turned around...and saw Richard standing before him with his spear leveled at him! Beamer tossed his head back in frustration and disbelief, "Don't you guys EVER give up?" Richard was now naked too. The two arrows embedded deep in his extreme lower belly had pumped enough blood out to wet the small but lush growth of brown pubic hair. His nicely shaped 6 inch cock had a pearl of precum-fluid at its tip. A hairless ball sack dangled below all that. Richard said nothing but steadied himself and lunged at Beamer. Beamer was fading but still managed to dodge the wounded Richard's attempt and grabbed the spear shaft and pulled it and Richard into him. He raised a knee and plowed it right into the spot on Richard's gut that had the two arrows in it. Richard gasped in terrible pain and folded forward. Beamer scooped him off his feet and body slammed him down hard onto his back. Richard lay there groaning as Beamer shoved the spear point to the boy's belly. Beamer was growing light headed and his stomach throbbed and ached. But his cock stayed erect and wobbled around with each move he made. "Do it! Fucking do it! I'm ready to take it like a man!" Richard said squinting his eyes closed steeling himself against the pain he knew was sure to cum. "Fucking have it your way kid!" Beamer said panting. He shoved the spear into Richard's navel. It took a little more pressure to pop through the back navel wall but when it did it slid unobstructed through the 20 year olds guts. "OOOOHHHHH FUUUUUUUUCCKK!" Richard gasped. As if pushing a button, or in this case stabbing a BELLY button Richard's member spat its juice all over his bloody stomach and the offending shaft impaled through his navel. "I bet it's a fuckin party every night in Jim's camp isn't it kid?" Beamer said swishing the spear point through Richard's intestines. The tendons in Richard's neck stood out. His face grimaced as he withstood the fiery pain of having his guts turned to mush but still he answered, "Yeah.....its pretty good every night!" Beamer jerked the spear tip out of Richard's butchered belly button. It made a wet sucking sound as he did so. Beamer stood over his fallen foe. Blood dripped from the spear point onto Richard's chest. Blood oozed from Beamer's belly wound. Blood ran in streams down both of Richard's sides from the crater in his gut where his navel was moments earlier. Both boy's cocks dripped. "Fuck Richard, you're beautiful. I DO NOT want to kill you. But you guys from Jim's camp are so fucking stubborn you're giving me no choice." Beamer touched the tip of the spear to Richard's flat chest placing it right over the boy's pounding heart. "It's over Richard. You know it. I know it. One thrust and you're worm food. You're about the best looking hunk I've ever seen and there are tons of them floating around these camps. Please...PLEASE don't make me!" Richard considered his options and decided he would rather try to redeem himself even if it did mean being ostracized by his teammates for surrendering. Richard conceded defeat and the announcer said, "I give you your winner....Beamer!" Beamer reached down to help Richard to his feet. Richard clapped a hand to his stabbed navel. The two arrows still inside his lower guts were hurting bad too. Beamer held his own stuck button and said with a wink, "Kinda cool ain't it?" Richard was drawn into Beamer's glassy eyes but was roused from his sexual fantasy when fellow teammates Craig and Jamal grabbed him by each shoulder. ""I sure would not want to be you Richard!" Craig said as they helped him walk off the field. Richard knew exactly what Craig meant as his life was about to get very difficult. Those that surrendered were not treated well. He would have to work hard to redeem himself in his teammate's eyes and in Jim's. Richard returns to Jim's camp after his defeat in the Arena against Beamer... Dr. Thompson was the physician for the gladiator camp hospital was a kindly, older gentleman. He looked down at his latest patient who was ready to leave and said, "Okay, Richard, you're free to go just watch those stitches on your belly and no rough stuff for at least three weeks. After that you should be good as new." Richard didn't look terribly happy at the news; in fact he looked a little worried and rubbed his scared stomach, "I don't know Doc. It still sort of itches a little. Maybe I should stay here a few more days?" Dr. Thompson knew full well why the handsome warrior was hesitant about going back to his camp. He had surrendered in the ring instead of taking death at Beamer's spear point. The Dr. knew how the "quitters" were treated. He clapped a hand down on Richard's bare shoulder. The lad was solid and muscular, still strong despite the seriousness of the wounds he had received, "Richard I know you don't want to go back to Jim's camp believe me I do. If there was a way I could make it so you didn't have to I would. But Jim, Igno and Innout all have rules that I have to abide by. It's going to be hard on you Richard of that I won't lie. But I know that you took wounds to your belly that would have killed nine out of ten boys, hell nine out of ten MEN! I have to believe you survived for a reason. Now you have to find out what that reason is. Maybe before you do you have to endure some trials. Do you understand what I'm saying son?" Richard had been looking down as his hopes of not returning to Jim's camp were dashed. He looked up as the man finished speaking, his wide eyes wet with tears and said, "Yes sir. Thank you for everything. Thank you for saving my life." The man patted his firm back as the boy turned, "You're welcome son. And Richard! I thought you might want these" He held out his hand. In it were the two crossbow bolts Beamer had shoved into his lower belly. "I had to really dig to get these out of your gut Richard. They should have killed you but they didn't. If you ever wonder why you're here maybe these will remind you you're survived for a reason." Richard took the arrows and forced a smile on his face. He walked out the door of the infirmary wondering his life really had been worth saving. How he dreaded what awaited him. Richard stopped short of the main gate in the cavernous tunnel that opened into Jim's gladiator compound. The brothers Ryan & Mitch were pulling guard duty. Richard greeted them as if nothing was wrong, "Hey guys! I see you go stuck on guard duty. Still wearing those bandanas I see." They said nothing as they held their spears in one hand and opened the big brass plated door with the other. Richard hated their cool reception, "Hey maybe after you're done we can hang out like we used to you know, you guys, Alistair and me." Still nothing from Ryan or Mitch. It was true that they had spent lots of fun times with Richard and his roommate & lover Alistair. But Richard was dead to them now. He had surrendered and become a "quitter". They knew their own lives would become terrible if they showed kindness to him so they decided to shown nothing at all in keeping with self preservation. Upon getting no reaction Richard sighed and entered the compound while the brothers closed the door behind him. It was after training hours and the dinner meal finished. Now was the time the boys had to relax and enjoy some free time among themselves. Richard encountered a few familiar faces on his way down the stone corridor. They ignored him after a brief meeting of the eyes. He stepped to the entry of the recreation room. Inside he heard the cacophony of boy's laughter and excited conversation. He stepped into the room. They young gladiators were gathered in groups. Some were playing cards or dominos or backgammon. Others were wrestling around playfully, others were just lounging and talking while they snacked on fresh fruit and bragged about their battle scars. One by one the boys in the room saw him and ceased talking. As more boys became quite the others looked to see the reason why the din was lessening and they too became silent when they saw him. Nobody said a word and the silence weighed like a metal weight on Richard's shoulders. He passed through the room to get to the hall that led to his room. The walk though the rec room seemed like a mile long march as many pairs of eyes bore into him and loudness of the silence seemed overwhelming. Just as he passed through the door on the other side someone yelled "Quitter!" and nothing more. Richard glumly walked to his room. Alistair would be their. Alistair was his best friend and had been since they had made love a year ago. Surely he above all people would understand. Richard approached his and Alistair's room. How he had longed to feel Alistair's arms around him again and comforting feel of his hard, toned body next to his own. He opened the door and saw Alistair on his own bed and another handsome boy named Danny on his. Alistair's chin dropped, "Richard...I...I wasn't expecting you." The sight of Alistair made Richard forget all his troubles. He smiled and said, "That's it? How about a hug?" Alistair said nothing. Danny stood up and said, "What are you doing here anyway quitter?" Richard bristled, "I could ask you the same thing. This is my room not yours!" Alistair stood up, "Richard this is mine and Danny's room now." Richard's spirit slowly dropped again as he heard that news. Alistair's lack of joy to see him wasn't helping either. "But Alistair...... what about you and me?" Richard asked Alistair stepped over behind Danny. He wrapped his arms around Danny's supple waist and fingered the boy's navel. Alistair kissed Danny's neck then rested his chin on his shoulder. He looked Richard in the eye and said, "You see Richard, Danny took more than just your bunk if you know what I mean." Richard went into almost a panic mode. Alistair's words and affection toward Danny hurt more than the spear he took in the gut. Danny said nothing, he didn't have to ,his cocky smirk said it all too well. Richard's lower lip quivered as a tear ran down his cheek. "I put your things in a bag over there." Alistair said pointing with one finger not releasing his embrace around Danny's tummy. He kissed Danny's throat again and Danny moaned softly his sex rising. Richard knew the situation was lost. Alistair was lost to him. All his friends were lost to him, even his bunk was lost. He picked up the bag with his few belongings and turned away. Danny could not resist one final parting jab, "Oh Richard, thanks for being a quitter. If you hadn't Alistair and I would never have been brought together." Richard took one final look at the two as they turned and faced each other grinding their pelvises together and kissing deeply. They seemed not to even notice him anymore. Richard slumped down against the wall. The cool stone tingled his bare back. He sobbed slightly and cursed his decision to yield to Beamer and his gut sticking spear. "Hey quitter!" a young sounding voice said. Richard looked up and saw it was Gus the boy lived across the hall and down a few doors with his roommate Trent. Both boys were just 17 and two of the youngest in the camp. Richard had never gotten to know them other than to occasionally order them around as was his right being older and higher in the camp pecking order. But that was now changed. "You |