Walking down the alleyway all alone. No one but you and I. As I make my way past you totally care free and nonchalantly lifting up my shirt and fixing my pierced navel. The edge of the pin pricks the base of my navel making me uncomfortable and annoyed at the constant pricking. I remove the lock and lower the pin when I stop near the end of the alleyway. You stop and turn as your eyes fixate on my deep innie which appears to be wounded from what looks like a navel piercing. You’ve been fantasizing about this. Thinking and enjoying piercing your blade into someone’s belly. Something about it is oddly satisfying. It’s like poping a balloon, cutting ham, or better yet penetrating a moist and deep hole that holds you so tight but lets you out to penetrate some more. You continue to stare at me as I remove the pin and drop the lock deep into the base of your navel. You seem to be amused while you watch me squirm when my index finger touches the wounded base of my navel and how I let out a gentle moan. My sounds stirred your blood and lust took over you. I bite down my lower lip and as my finger nail jabs into my wounded belly hole, where I retract the lock and stare at my finger nail and see it’s edge is caked with blood. I press my back to the wall and arch up my waist while my index and thumb are used to spread open my navel so I can see why I am bleeding and how bad is the wound. You can’t take it anymore your lust turns into a sex crazed frenzy where you fish for your pocket knife that you’ve used earlier today to gut some poor fool. The blade is still as red as the belly it has just cut up. Arching my back to you is clearly an invitation to plunge your knife into nature’s bullseye, my sexy and exposed bellybutton. In fact it must have looked to you like I was begging for it. Who knows maybe I was or maybe I was just showing it you. Maybe I was seeking your help or maybe I was simply trying to fix my navel piercing. You place your hand under my arched belly and hold up your knife in my face. My expression turns from concern to my bleeding navel to surprise as my eyes trails the edge of your sharp knife. I look down at my navel and try to push my lower back to the wall but you lift it up with your strong arm and present my navel to your yearning knife, leaving only the back of my head against the wall with my waist held up high with your hand underneath it. You hold up the blade to my neck and motion for me to shut up, which I do and patiently stare at your knife as you use it to rip open my top and expose my torso. Your blade circles at my nipples as a moan escapes my throat hinting that I may actually be enjoying this. Your blade slides down to few inches above my sensitive navel. I shiver with fear and with a hint of shame from being frozen stiff with a knife inches close to my navel. I close my eyes and beg. “Look, I don’t want to die okay? Just let me go home. I’ll let you do anything to me but for god’s sake let m-e g-o…” I look down and see you’ve finally done it. You’ve started to slowly easy your knife into the base of my navel as I watched in powerlessness and totally horror that freezes me from stopping you. Millimeters of your knife enter me ever so slowly. Where my flesh seems to not have put up a resistance at all. All the while you relish the feeling of penetrating me with your wicked tool. I feel your steaming body growing hotter with you holding my back and pressing your waist to mine. As macabre it may seem it looks like you’re embracing me. Little by little I feel it slide in as I move my hand to cover my mouth as if by instinct. Little moans escape my throat as I arch up my belly more and letting you’re knife decide my fate. You remove your hand from under me and I continue to hold my self in that position with all the adrenaline coarsing through my body. I whisper “Spare me. You’ve already stabbed me but I can be saved..”. You sharply ram the last inch or two deeper into me. The pain freezes me up and I hold in place as you burry your entire knife’s length into my belly button. Once I’ve felt your the top of your knife’s hilt I let out a pained scream my one attempt at seeking out the help of any passerby and push myself off you resting my back against the wall and quickly sinking to my knees and covering my punctured belly with both my hands. My legs are feeling weak as the adrenaline fades away and I’m left dealing with unimaginable pain. You promptly grab my throat and drag me up to your gaze as you choke me and leaving me fearing you ripping my windpipe you pick me up like a little puppy. I grab at your arm fighting with it in an effort to save my life and make you let me go then you quickly rip the hem of my loose fitting sweatpants with your knife making it fall off and leaving me bare and nude for you to see. You press the flat of your knife at the inner sides of my thighs and I bite down my lip and loosen my grip on your arm. Somehow you’ve managed to arouse me despite my pending demise. I stop fighting with your arm and your face turns into a beautifully crooked smirk that somehow excites rather than terrifies you loosen your grip on my throat and I start sliding down the wall against his time slowly and pushing out my navel for you to stab one final time. My knees bend under my and I spread out my left arm as I use my hand left hand to guide your blade into my navel one last time. My nearing death must be in my terms and that thought drives me to say “You’ve managed to ruin my navel but the stimulation of being so close to death drives me near to orgasm.” “Hey.. I’m not going to make now will I?” You nod and start rubbing me.. being stimulated by your touch and attempting to meet my end with a mindblowing orgasm I say “Well then fuck my navel then? End it all!”. You oblige and start rhythmically stabbing your pocket knife into my belly button with varying degrees as if It was a lover trying to please his love. I put my hands on my mouth as I muffle a series of moans marking my orgasm. My knees shake on the floor and my eyes rolls backwards and my back arches up and excitement could even been seen on the floor. You look down, very pleased with my surrender and reward my failing body with a kiss on my cheek and leaving your deadly blade in its new scabbard my belly button.

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From Balatta per un pistolero 1967

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Just as my previous story, this was also written for a user on Deviantart - and he had given me the following setup:

"Imagine yourself In a dark rainy day jogging in the park, just doing some physical activities, and then, all of a sudden, you saw some young man playing with his bellybutton, thinking, that nobody even hypothetically can see him..
What would you do in this kind of situation"

This is what I came up with...:

You should have found another park bench... You see, I was actually just minding my own business trying to get into shape. The last couple of years has been a bit hard on the old body, so running is kind of my new thing.
That and doing some kind of exercises, trying to get back the six pack.

I had just done a set of crunches, when the rain began. It started slowly, but all of a sudden it was pouring down - and on top of that, it was getting dark… Just my fucking luck…
I knew I had to find somewhere to seek cover from the cold, hard rain, so I started jogging to the far end of the park, where the big old oaks are…
As I found a tree that could keep me covered, I noticed that not one person was to be seen. Everybody was gone - I guess they rushed back home, when the rain began. But then I heard something on the path…
And there you were… How old are you? 18? Yeah, not much older than that…
You sat down on the bench opposite to the tree I was under - it was quite clear you hadn’t seen me… Actually, you hadn’t seen anybody and it was obvious, that you had noticed the same as me…
That the park was completely empty.

You opened your jacket and I could see that you were only wearing a t-shirt under it.
I think it was black, but that honestly doesn’t matter, for what you did next had me looking… You pulled up your shirt, so your stomach and belly button was exposed - the light made your abs stand out, those were actually pretty fine compared to my own… Which made me think, I should do some more workout, but then you started running your finger around your belly button. I looked as you were pressing and poking it, running your fingers down your V-line, over the waistband of your shorts and back up to your belly button…

The raindrops were slowly running over your skin and you clearly enjoyed it…
You found a stick on the ground, and started slowly pressing it into your belly button.
And that’s just about where I lost it - I don’t know why, because I normally don’t get jealous, but something just filled me with rage. You had the perfect body, the perfect looks, the perfect style - everything… So of course, you had to have the perfect death as well…

You didn’t notice me at first. But when I said “Hey, you need some help with that?” you looked kind of surprised.
You stood up, but your t-shirt didn’t fall down because of the rain.
You were wearing blue shorts, and from the way they sagged it was clear you were wearing black boxers with a white waistband… That waistband would be red from your blood within a few moments…

“Yeah” you said “Come on then”
“Well, sit down - I’ll give you some help”.
You sat down and I walked behind you, taking the stick you had used just a second before… What you failed to notice, was that I put it in my pocket and instead took out a 9 centimeter long knife…
I leaned down to my knees, and suddenly you felt my arm around you neck…
“Hey, what the fuck man…” you said - and then you saw the blade shining in the light…

“Arrrggh…. my belly” you moaned as the first stab hit you right in your outie…
You felt how the cold, sharp steel went into your belly button, and how the blood felt warm as I took the knife out again…
The next stab were just under your belly button and your legs started to twitch…
“Urgh…” was the only thing you managed to say…
As you looked down, the only thing you could see was my fingers around the shaft - the blade was deep in your body and it hurt like fuck!
The blood started running from your belly, mixing with the rain and giving the waistband of your boxers a distinct, red color.
You felt relieved as I retracted the knife - and maybe you even thought that it was over… But no, I jammed the knife into that hot, outie belly button once again…
“Please, no… I don’t….” your voice was getting weaker, as I pressed the knife deeper and deeper…
I let the knife sit there, and suddenly I noticed you tried to pull it out - it was hard, your strength was weakened, but after a minute or so you let out a cry and had the knife in your hand…
The problem for you was that - as I said - your strength was weakened, so even if you wanted to turn the tables, it wouldn’t be possible…

I grabbed the wrist of your right hand, which held the knife.
I lifted it and twisted it so the knife faced yourself again - then I guided it up to the solar plexus and pushed as hard as I could…
Your eyes opened wide up when the blade went in, and a thin stream of blood ran down your stomach. When it reached your belly button it separated and ran to both sides.

Your hand let go of the knife, and fell down next to you… You were getting limp, so I knew you were nearly there.
“I don’t wanna die” you whispered… But you knew it was too late.
I pulled out the knife once again and held it up towards the light… It was red from your blood.
I pulled your t-shirt even further up, exposing your chest. The rain drops ran down your chest and nipples - soon you would be dead, having only lived for 18 years.

I placed the knife right below your right nipple and slowly pushed it in.
Your chest muscle flexed a bit, and the blood started running down your rib cage.
“Noo” you whispered as you felt the blade sinking deeper and deeper into your body. I quickly pulled out the knife, making your body twitch, and then I stabbed you under your right nipple… Same thing happened - the blood almost looked like little roads being built…

This time, i pulled the knife out slowly - I wanted you to really feel it.
The last thing you ever felt was me placing the knife right over your heart..
“Is it now…?” you whispered.
“Yes” I answered, and rammed the knife into your chest.
You last breath was long and a little stream of blood started running from your mouth as your body twithced. Your head fell to the right and your eyes were wide opened.
I pulled out the knife, but took the branch you had played with before, and stuck it right into your belly button… Eventually the rain stopped, and I continued my jog, leaving your dead body with the open jacket and the t-shirt pulled up, behind. Dead for the world to see.

It was in a small park, that very few people knew about.  A half court basketball court set up complete with chain link fence all around the court.  Early on this Saturday morning a man dressed in black pants, black leather jacket, and black motorcycle helmet rode up to the court on his motorcycle.  He took off the saddle bags and went to the basketball court.  He went around the perimeter of the court concealing small handguns with sensor and trigger devices.  The .22 caliber pistols wouldn't kill his targets, but they would incapacitate them.  He set the sensors to target a temperature range between 93 and 96 degrees, then went back to his motorcycle.  He rode up onto a hill overlooking the court and waited.  Around two o'clock he saw what he had been waiting on.  Six cars pulled into the parking lot near the park and six men walked to the court for their weekly three on three basketball game.  They had already arranged who was going to be on each team and they quickly pulled off their pants and shirts leaving three wearing red shorts and the other three wearing blue shorts.  First on the red team was Jason, about 5' 6" with short black hair and blue eyes.  He was in pretty good shape, with just a thin layer of fat framing his huge half dollar sized navel making his belly look like a big target.  Second was Dave, about 6' 2" with short brown hair and gray eyes.  He spent a lot of time in the gym lifitng weights and it showed in his strong muscular frame.  Third was Jerry, who stood at 6 feet tall and had short light brown almost blond hair and dark blue eyes.  Jerry's lean body showed heavy muscle tone as well, but developed from his favorite sport of swimming he was thinner than Dave.  First on the blue team was Bob, standing at 5'8" with a crew cut so short you could barely see his hair was brown and bright brown eyes.  Bob's broad shoulders and thick body came from him spending most of his time under the hoods of cars as a mechanic.  The second member was Pete, at 6 feet tall he had short curly brown hair and bright blue eyes hid behind horn rimmed glasses.  He was slim and lanky like his twin brother Jerry, but preferred to spend his time reading rather than exercising so he was not as well defined as his twin.  The final member of the group was George, at 5' 6" he was the shortest of the group.  He has short cut straight brown hair and bright brown eyes.  His thick body was deceptively strong and one of the reasons that he met to play this game every week was to try and loose part of his softly rounded belly.  The dark rider watched as they played for almost thirty minutes.  By this time even Pete was getting into the game and when Dave made a lay up shot they all stopped for a moment on the court.  Their bodies glistened in the bright sunlight as their bellies heaved in and out taking in deep gasps.  The dark rider pulled up his remote trigger and pressed the button.  Eight guns went off at the same time.
"Oomphh!" grunted Bob as he cupped his hands on either side of his round navel and stiffened.
"Oohh!" gasped George as a bullet slipped into the vertical slit in his belly that was his belly button.
"Awwwwhh!" screamed Jerry as a bullet hit his outie belly button and pushed it deep into his guts.
"Uhh!  Ohh!" gasped Pete as two bullets hit his quarter sized navel.
"Ahhh!  Gaah!" grunted Dave as a bullet slipped into his nickel sized belly button.
"Shooo nooooo!" screamed Jason as two bullets drove into his navel.
All six men fell gasping now from pain, rather than their exhertion.  The dark rider rode his motorcycle down the hill and to the gate of the court.  He got off and went in.  He walked over to Pete who lay on his side and nudged his shoulder, pushing him onto his back.  Then over to George who lay on his stomach with his hands folded on his belly under him.  The rider put his foot under George's shoulder and rolled him over his back.  Then to Dave who lay on his side, a nudge in the shoulder got him turned to his back, so that all three lay on their backs near each other.  The rider jumped up and landed with both feet on Dave's muscular stomach.
"Ooohhhhh!" groaned Dave as he drove the heel of one of his boots down onto Dave's navel.
The rider pulled a silenced pistol out of his jacket pocket.
"Help me!" gasped Dave.
A quick shot sent a bullet through Dave's heart.  His eyes went wide in disbelief, then rolled upward.  He stepped from Dave's belly onto Bob's belly.  As Bob groaned, the rider turned a little and drove the two of his boot down into Bob's navel.
"Stop!  Stop!" groaned Bob as he tried to push the rider off.
The rider shot twice and Bob clenched his teeth as more bullets burned into his belly above his navel.  The rider cocked the gun and pointed it Bob's head.
"Just do it." said Bob as he turned his head and closed his eyes.
A single shot hit Bob in the temple and his body jerked.  The rider hopped off of Bob's belly onto George's gut.
"Oh shooooo!" spat George as all the rider's weight came down on him.
George grimaced and squirmed as the rider bounced up and down on the balls of his foot, carefully tapping one heel on George's navel each time he came down.  He moved one foot down to George's waist and the other across George's rib cage and upper abdomen.
"Whatever you're going to do, get it over with.  I can't breathe." gasped George.
The rider put his gun up and pulled a pole off of his back.  George's eyes widened as a blade popped out of one end of the pole.
"Oh this can't be good." groaned George.
The rider stuck the blade in beside his foot below George's sternum, then slid it down to his other foot at George's waist, cutting his belly button in two.  The rider jumped off of George's belly and put his right foot on Jerry's belly and the other on Pete's belly.  George turned over on his side and curled up his legs to try and alleviate the pain.
"Oh crud." gulped George as he realized his mistake.
Blood poured from George's mouth as his guts rolled out of his belly.
"Get off!  get off!  Get off." screamed Pete.
The rider jumped back and forth from one foot to the other several times, driving his whole weight down on the twins' bellies alternately.  When he stopped both Jerry and Pete groaned in pain.
"Why are you doing this to us?" asked Jerry.
The rider jumped and turned in the air, where he came down with his left foot on Jerry and his right foot on Pete.  He pulled out his pistol again and fired two shots.
"Ooooohhhhhh!" screamed the brothers together as bullets hit their waists directly below their belly buttons.
He jumped and turned around again where he looked down at their pain filled eyes.  Jerry and Pete both whimpered in pain as he squatted, putting even more pressure on their bellies.  He put his pistol on Pete's side between his fifth and sixth rib, pointed into his body and at his brother who lay at his side.  The rider fired off three quick shots, moving the gun with each shot.
"Oooh!" gasped Pete.
"Noo!" gasped Jerry.
Jerry's eyes went wide and his mouth fell open slackly as he turned his head.  Pete's glasses maginified his baby blue eyes as they rolled upward.  A little blood ran from the corner of Pete's mouth as the rider stood.
"Oh no no no!" gasped Jason as he realized he was next.
The rider jumped from the twins to land with both feet firmly on Jason's belly.
"Oooohhhh!" screamed Jason as the rider ground his heel into Jason's big belly button.
Jason tried to curl his feet up and the rider fired a shot.
"Aaarraahh!" screamed Jason as a bullet hit the center of his chest.
He gasped for air for a few seconds, then went limp as his eyes closed.  The rider stepped off of Jason as he put up his gun and pulled six plastic bags out of another pocket.  He pulled all six of his victims' shoes, and shorts off.  He drew a knife from his boot and cut off each of their dicks and put them in seperate already labeled bags.  He sealed the bags and got back on his motorcycle and left, leaving the six dead basketball players as they lay.

From Heart of the Home 2021.