Originally I composed this story for a user on Deviantart, but he never answered me back, so I don't know if he ever saw it, but now I will let you guys enjoy it instead. 


I knew you were going to be my next victim, the minute I saw you walking down the street.
We were all alone in the dark and you just looked too good - young, lean, handsome - you had it all.
You were wearing black sweatpants and a gray hoodie - and I could see your hand was hidden under your shirt, so I guess you were playing with your belly button…
Poking it, fingering it, massaging it. You clearly enjoyed it…

You didn’t hear me coming from behind, but when I put my hand around your neck and started choking you, you let out a “What the fuck…”
I dragged you into my building - careful not to strangle you to death, because that’s no fun… Oh no - when somebody is going to die, a good belly stabbing is always the best way.
The cold, hard steel, slowly cutting into the belly button, fucking up the insides of the victim. The blood running down the stomach, following the abs or the V-line.
I just love it - and you did too…

While you were passed out, I slowly removed your hoodie.
You were wearing a black t-shirt underneath it, and I pulled it up so it exposed your abs and that cute outie of yours.
You were laying on a table and I tied your hands over your head, so your belly were stretched all it could be.
Slowly I started touching your belly button - just casually running my finger around. I added more and more pressure and suddenly you woke up…

“What… Where am I…? And who are you…?” you said.
“I am the guy, who is going to take your life…”
“Please, mister… I haven’t done anything - I am just 18.. Please…”
“Listen kid - you’re at the end of the line here. You can scream all you want, but nobody can hear you. Nobody will come and help you. It’s just you and me and the knife here…”

I took out my knife and when you saw it, it was clear you knew that there was no way out of this.
“Listen kid… It’s pretty simple - we can do this slow or fast. If I stab you right through your heart, you’re dead within seconds… But - if I stab your belly button, it will take longer and be ever so more painful… But hey, you get to choose… Where is it going to be - heart or belly?”
It didn’t take you long to come up with an answer…
“Okay - if this really is my last day alive, then at least let my death be great and something I can enjoy just as much as you.. Let me have it right in the belly - and don’t stop even if I say so… Don’t stop before I am dead!”

I placed the tip of the knife right in the center of your belly button.
I barely touched it and it was obvious you felt it tickle a bit.
You looked at me, took a deep breath and said “I am ready!”

I slowly pushed the knife deeper and deeper into your navel.
You didn’t scream - not at all.
Not even when the blood started running to both sides, following the lines of your perfect abs.
You felt the cold, hard steel going deeper and deeper into your body - what a feeling.
When the blade was all the way in, I started pulling it out - but you put your hand on top of mine.
“No - leave it for a couple of seconds…”
I pressed the the knife back into your belly button even harder this time. Just to let you have a bit more excitement…
“Urgh” you moaned… “ and after a couple of seconds you said “Take it out…”
I pulled the knife back out and looked at the blood running down your flat stomach.
“Please, stab me again - but harder this time…”
I placed the knife over your belly button again - and this time I pressed it deep, hard and fast… Your legs twisted and jerked when the shaft of the knife touched your stomach…

You let out a deep moan.
I took out the knife again - and this time I pulled it ever so slowly, so you could feel the blade coming out.
You felt the warm blood running down your stomach - reaching the waistband of your sweatpants and following it around your body.
“Again!” you said “Come on man, kill me!”

Once again I placed the knife right over your belly button and slowly started pressing it in.
You felt the blade cutting through your skin, felt the pain and felt how it started to drain you for energy.
The pain was intense, but you liked it.
This time I only pulled the knife halfways out of your navel, before jamming it back in again.
“Uuuuarhgh….” you moaned and your legs jerked from muscle spasms.
I did it again.
Slowly retracted the knife halfways and then pushing it back into your belly button.

When I pulled it all the way out, you let out a deep breath.
“Please…” you whispered. “Kill me - I want to feel the blade again…”
I found a place in your belly button that hadn’t been stabbed yet - and your eyes became big with excitement as I started pressing the knife back in - slowly, so you could feel how it hurt.
When the shaft reached your skin and the blade was all the way in your eyes were wide open.
“One.. more… time… and I… will.. die” you whispered.

This was it. The final stab. The stab that would kill you.
I looked down on your belly. The blood was running from it in thin lines. Following your abs, your v-line, running along the waistband of your sweatpants. Dripping onto the table.

I held the knife over my head, I aimed it right at the center of your cute outie belly button, and when the blade touched it your entire body jerked as it went deeper and deeper into your navel.
“Uuuuuuuuuuaaaaaarrrrrghhhhhh…. I’m…… dying……” was the last thing you said as you felt the blade go deeper and deeper and everything got darker and darker…

I watched your body go limp, I watched the blood running in slow lines from your belly and when I let go of the knife, I decided to let it sit in your stomach. You deserved it, having begged for it.

Got him right where it counts the most.   
From Death Kiss 2018

A gladiator showing the next beast he will have to fight in the arena: a barbarian from the far north. 


Hello, would you like to help me testing a nerdy dice game? 

Each of this characters has the following four atributes:
ATTACK 
DEFENCE 
DAMAGE
ENDURANCE

Both characters starts with a 4 sided die (Rank 1) in each Atribute. 

In combat, their dice will be rolled and the results compared. The character who rolled a higher Attack than his opponent Defence will inflict Damage to him.
This means, his Damage roll will be contested againts the Endurance rolled by his opponent. 
When this happens, a character is killed if he rolls lower Endurance than his attacker's Damage.  
But if a character rolls higher Endurance than his attacker Damage, he will survive the round. However, he will lose a die rank for the remaining of the combat. 


Users can help a character of their choice by gifting him a die rank for one of his Atributes. 
For every rank a character has in an Atribute, increses 2 sides in the die tied to it (For a maximum of 5 ranks per Atribute). 
The bigger the die, the higher the chances of success. 

To participate, just post in this thread wich character do you want to help and wich Atribute do you want to increase its die. 
Could be something like "I train the Barbarian's Attack" or "I favor the Endurance of the Gladiator" 

In five days, the first round of combat will be rolled. 
(Too bad this forum dosnt allow dice rolls, you will have to trust me)  

I had the whimper of having a more explicit version of a random 3D model I saw on the internet.

from "Milan Palermo - il ritorno" 2007. I love the necktie moving.

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A pilot episode of an animated web series. 
Is focused in the arena animals rather than the gladiators, but maybe still worth the watch. 

Warm and humid air blows through the room as Mike opens a window. The late morning sun cast brightly into the room, illuminating his V-shaped back and snug white briefs around his bubble butt. 
 
You lean up on your elbow, it sinks into the soft bed beneath you. You taste your stale, morning breath as you let out a yawn. You can still smell Mike’s musk around you. It arouses you. He turns around to face you, a sweet smile on his handsome face. His perfect body, broad shoulders that taper down into a thin waistline. A natural sixpack that rivals any celebrity trainer. And a deep, deep navel. 
 
He jumps in the bed next to you, you feel his hands touch your chiseled, unshaven jaw line and his lips suck sensually on your own. You feel as his hand traces down your neck, following the crevice of your muscular chest and down the middle of your ripped abdomen. He fingers your navel aggressively as he continues to kiss your lips. His fingers slid further down your belly, scratching through your light happy trail, they slide underneath your briefs and over your thick pubes, you feel them wrap around your throbbing member. 
 
He let’s go and pulls away from you. A big grin on his face, he says, “let’s play”.
 
You nod in agreement as he gets off the bed and begins to fumble with a chest nearby. He grabs a pair of leather straps.
 
“Some bondage?” he suggests, as you nod in enthusiastic agreement. 
 
He jumps on top of you and grabs your wrists, pulling them above your head. He wraps the leather around your wrists and then again around the posts of the bed. 
 
You feel helpless and so, so turned on.
 
He is on top of you again, his ass sitting over your engorged privates. You admire the toned body above you. He leans over and grabs your nipples, twisting them tightly. You groan in pleasurable pain. He kisses you again, then rolls off the bed. He digs around in the chest again. More toys, you think to yourself in anticipation.
 
He grabs something, his hands clasped behind his back so you cannot make out what it is. He jumps on top of you again, his ass landing in the same spot over your groin. He gyrates his hips as you begin to precum. 
 
He brings his hands out in front of him and you see he is clutching a very elongated rod, it is sharp at the tip. An ice pick. 
 
You smile in anticipation as he traces it over your chest, barely touching your soft skin. He traces it down the center of your abdomen, he places it in your navel and spins it slightly, then traces it down your left oblique before coming up his own belly. He puts the ice pick in his navel and presses hard. 
 
He grunts as it shoves in, just barely breaking the skin. He pulls it out and you see a small stream of blood begin to puddle in his deep navel.
 
You lean your body and head forward just enough to kiss his navel, lapping up the blood. The taste of iron in your mouth turns you on even more. 
 
He pushes your head back down. You feel the cold ice pick in your navel, the sharp tip digs into the scar tissue. There is a slightly painful pressure before you feel the sharp point pop through the skin and lurch inside of you.
 
“ughh”, you groan in pain but mostly pleasure. 
 
He pushes harder and you feel as the ice pick slowly sinks inside of you. Centimeter by centimeter, your navel envelops the cold metal. You can feel the uncomfortable invasion deep inside you as the ice pick pierces into your guts.
 
All six inches of the pick are inside you now. You look down at Mikes hand wrapped around the wooden handle. He let’s go. It moves up and down with each of your breaths. At this point, there is very little blood.
 
He grabs the handle again and begins to pull the ice pick out of you. You feel the resistance as your tight abdominals flex to hold it tight. He pulls harder and the ice pick slurps out of you, it’s sharp point drips a few drops of blood on your lower abdomen, as a stream of blood begins to slowly stream out of your navel.
 
You groan in pure ecstasy at the sight and feeling. 
 
Mike gyrates his hips over your groin again as he places the ice pick in his own navel again. He leans over you, hovering belly over belly. He gently aligns the wooden handle of the ice pick onto your bleeding navel as he lowers himself down on top of you. You watch in awe as he applies pressure and suddenly the ice pick lurches inside of him as he collapses on top of you. 
 
He too groans in pure ecstasy. You feel his lips suck onto yours, his tongue navigates deep into your mouth. 
 
He pulls back, and sits up on your groin again. He grabs the wooden handle of the ice pick and yanks it out of his belly, shouting in pure adrenaline. Blood trickles from his navel as he jumps off the bed again.
 
You look at you own abdomen, blood pooling around your navel, a deep but pleasant paint within.
Suddenly, Mike is back on top of you. His ass gyrating over your groin as blood drips from his belly button, down his lower abs, soaking into his pubes and white briefs. 
 
He holds a surgical scalpel in his hands. He brings it down to your belly, placing the sharp edge on the tender skin above your navel. He presses down and you feel the metal slice into you. Blood pools around the blade as it travels down towards your navel, slicing you open. He pushes hard on the scalpel and you feel as it slices through not only your skin, but you abdominal wall and into your belly. 
 
He stops and pulls the scalpel out of you. You feel the cold metal slurp out. The length of the wound is about two inches from your mid belly down to your navel. 
 
Mike stabs the scalpel into his own lower belly, a good inch or two. He lets it go and it stays in place as he leans over you again. You feel his hot breath against your neck as he lowers his torso down on top of yours, the butt end of the scalpel slides into the gaping wound in the center of your abdomen. 
 
You close your eyes and crane your head back, groaning in pain and pleasure as you feel the thick cylindrical end of the scalpel press inside of you. Mike groans too as the sharp end of the scalpel stabs further inside of him.
 
You feel his sticky blood on his lower abdomen as your belly’s begin to touch. Suddenly Mike exhales and collapses his entire torso onto you. You feel the butt end of the scalpel dig deep inside your gut. Your groin explodes in ecstasy at the feeling, splattering cum up your lower belly as your member is squeezed between your body and Mikes.
 
For a moment, he lay motionless on top of you. His eyes closed and his head resting over your left shoulder. Your abdomens and chests touch skin to skin, you can feel his torso rise and fall with each deep breath. Blood drips down the side of your stomach, soaking the bed beneath you.
 
Mike’s head turns towards you, his lips touch yours and he kisses you sensually. You wince as he begins to very twist and rotate his torso, moving the scalpel that connects your two bodies around in a small circle. 
 
He begins to lift himself in a push up position, the blood sticky between your bellys pulls apart. The butt end of the scalpel gently rises out of the wound in your abdomen. It stays implanted deep in Mike as he rises. 
 
Finally he sits up on your hips again. You admire his ripped body, blood smeared over his six-pack, the scalpel juts out of his abdomen just above his bleeding navel. 
 
He takes his cock out and begins to masturbate over you. It happens quick, as his cum explodes over you. It mixes with the blood and drips into your wounded belly. 

You stir awake again. Still warm and humid. Mike snores to your side. You touch your belly, feeling the solid muscles, and absent wounds or scars. Your hands trace down your lower belly and you can feel your sticky cum and the tip of your still hard cock jutting out of your briefs.