09-20-2019, 02:38 PM
a slave is executed after having a fun night with the prince...
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the slave
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09-21-2019, 07:30 AM
09-21-2019, 02:53 PM
Subject: TRIO: A TENT SHUN
We were in a yellow-tan-brown tent, the one that my elaborate Egyptian people could make. The flaps of the tent were blowing in the night wind, a clear, cool night even in this desert. Yet the heat inside the tent and inside the tomb-pyramid, which was situated just outside the tent, made it hot enough for us to wear very little and be acceptable. Loin cloths for all. Bare hips and tummies. A well rounded navel on me. I was from a lower class servant range. My family made me serve this prince. It was not that I didn't like him. I did. He was curly haired and blue eyed, smaller than I and younger at about 18 changes of year. And he had an infectious, almost innocent smile. Almost. Something in his smile was mischievous and almost sinister. I looked all around the tent, which was wide and had many openings, many flaps. I could go in any direction to escape. The prince didn't like what I had done. He was entering one of the younger boys and I tried to stop him. The boy was mine. But now he was no one's for the prince stuck the boy in the stomach, entering the navel as he had entered the buttox earlier. Servants were lower to be sure but killing like this was not allowed. The prince's family, if they knew, would have had him buried alive in the tomb before the tent. I packed and took a large bag toward the right side of the tent, away from the tomb-pyramid, but watching the flap in the direction of the massive obstruction. As I did, I almost ran right into the massive muscle of the two bodyguards. Body gods. They were massive to me. One named Chadic was blond haired, found as a baby and raised to be a killer for to guard the royal heirs, any royal heirs, for the Prince Jasic, was not yet born at the time of Chadic's finding. Chadic was well over 6 feet and with a muscled belly, his abs a series of well worked on bumps of hardness. Slick well oiled body in this heat of the tent. The other was named Blad, he was shorter than Chadic but taller than I and a bit skinnier than I. In fact, his stomach was a lot like mine but perhaps more surrounded by his ribs and his navel...well that was perfect...a perfect rounded hole, the outer ridge a perfect ring. The interior not too fleshy but not too shallow. Blad was not as bulky as Chadic but just as hot. His arms, legs, thighs, and chest were all well developed. He had a smile on his face as he grabbed my upper left arm. Chad was more serious faced as he grabbed my other arm. "No," I gulped, "Let me go!" I winced as they roughly moved me back toward the tent flap nearest the tomb, the wind blowing that flap in and out. My own abs, if I had bothered to look down, were tight and tense, not bad to look at, as they struggled against the power of the two boys. Chadic about 21, Blad a bit older but looking just as young. Smooth and hairless bodies. Blad had green eyes and a dark tan, more Egyptian look than the fair Chadic. And his arms, indeed his whole body, had those green veins that stood out on them, making them look even hotter and stronger. Large expanses of skin from both guards filled my eyes, when I had my eyes open. I closed my eyes only as I tried to free my arms but the pair were forcing me forward. I felt my knees buckle a bit but I stayed afoot...at least for a few minutes. I tried to dig into the ground with my heels first, then my toes. No avail. I was forced and staggered forward, my stomach out on the lower belly and inwardly tight on the top of my abs. "Please, you don't have to do this!" They would say nothing, I knew this. It was not their job to talk. In fact, I was shocked that they did not have swords stuck in my stomach by now and that they did not carry any weapons on their person. Where would they have stuck them--inside their loin cloths? Well they had those filled to the brim already with thick, large, heavily veined members. Which seemed to shake out of their bags as we struggled. My arms hurt as I finally gave in and started to fall to my knees. He came in the forward flap before I hit my knees to the sandy tarp below me. He was smiling like a Cheshire Cat and his blue pools of aqua marine shone at me. They looked, he looked ready for some fun, for some merriment. And he got it. "I didn't see anything. I mean..." "I know what you were planning to do," he came toward me. He had on only a white bit of cloth tied dangling and tenuously hanging on to his hips...just. Barely. The two guards were bending over me but soon the Prince made them stand me up to face him mouth to mouth and he got as close so as to kiss my lips. They forced me up. "You must be punished," the beauty boy said, in his hands fondling a plainly handled, steel knife, thin at the front but a bit wider at the middle. I looked at it and then down. This gave me a nice view of his boyish stomach, hairless and not as cut as the other two but a nice slide if a penis were to be put to it. Nice lines and smooth. He played with me. He put the knife point to chest, my chest and slide it down and up and didn't cut in at all...yet. He also lifted it so that I felt it longways on my body, the entire length, long, cold, steel against my quivering mid-pecs, rounding it on my nips, and then moving it to my ribs, tickling me at my hips. Erogenous zones were hit all over the place and each time I bucked, the two holding me tightly made me move back to position of standing...which made it all the more hotter. I rose up penis wise. A dry rise. No pre cum yet. My nips were hard too. Then he made me relax. How? He tossed the knife away and said, "No." I went to jelly in the arms of the two luscious boy-men and they held me. I wanted to sleep then and there. I puffed out, my stomach going in and then rising out. Then in at almost permanent relaxation. "Thank you my prince, thank you," I huffed. "No, thank you," the boy said, his upper arms flexed as he seemed to move off a bit toward a pile of rugs that lay to my right, to his left. At the same time, the prince nodded to the two holding me in a muscled grip and they shoved me down to my knees again. This made me pre cum and I felt all wet and sticky at my penis head, splashing it around in my loins. I was at four inches now and popping up higher all the time. I was on my knees and the two guards got to their knees also, I could feel their bodies absently hitting mine from behind. Flesh meeting flesh. The Prince revealed what he reached for and it was an equally thin pointed sword, but this was a bit thicker at the middle. The Prince sat with his legs around my frame and looked at my eyes but spoke to his men, "Hold him." He said it so quietly but with such confidence and lust that it made me excited. He was doing this to me. He took the point of the sword and made sure it was straight on at my navel. I looked at him, "No," I stated quietly, "No." I moved my stomach in so that the sword would not hit it. The point was now further away from my belly button than it had been. Blad looked on, drooling. Chadic smiled now. His eyes widened at the thought of seeing this over my shoulder. I looked at my own belly and wondered how long it would be that I could keep it sucked in like that, my ribs looking like Blad's during one of his exercise sessions or one of his sexy romps with Chadic and the Prince. My dick was raging inside, stretching my loin cloth to its limits, red hot, burning hot, searing like fire. Knives in my dick head. Along my vein and down to my ball beginnings. Balls filled up. The pre cum seemed to engulf the full front of my loin cloth. My hands could not go to it to relieve it cause the two guys were holding my upper arms up and away from anywhere near my chest and the Prince, who moved in close, real close again. My stomach went out as I had to breath out. The point was not in there yet but it was close, so very close. I looked at it, hoping to feel it in my navel, the thought of it touching there and making my hot belly colder made me longer in the cloth. The Prince smiled as he looked down at my poking out dick. The white cloth stuck out. "Hold him tight now," I heard him say and I looked him in the eyes. As I did, I felt the point enter the circumference of my belly. I tossed my view down and saw it go in, just barely saw it. I sucked in again, not as much as before, for I knew if I sucked in, for every inch I did, I would have to let it out, too. "It shant matter," The Prince said, "I will not relent. It will penetrate you, ever so slowly." He was right. The sword point went in and devoured the flesh within. Slowly. Methodically. I tried to buck up, then I knew I was brought down by the two strong males holding me. I could hardly move an inch and I struggled to coalesce out of their grip but could not. This made me harder and feel sweatier and sexier. All four of us dripped with sweat. Blad was wide eyed and drooling onto my shoulder. Chadic swallowed and I could feel his dick against my bare lower back, I think it had the cloth still over it though but the wetness soaked through and onto me. I didn't care. His other hand was free and on my side for a short time. I squirmed at this touch as he hit some sensitive area. Then he took it and flung his dick out and started to throb it up and down, rubbing. Fisting. The prince looked at his own hand as it slid the sword in. I could feel it in. An inch. A half inch more than that. Something hardened in my stomach. I did it purposefully. Then I bucked without trying, an unconscious move, a reaction. The sword point bit my flesh some more. I had hard abs and they forced against the point but were no match for it. The steely pain I felt as it broke past my ab back wall and remained stationary there for what seemed a long time made me bend forward a bit. My washboards were flexed to the max and the sword became a part of them but not really. It was a foreign body finding a way, a route through me. The Prince kept it sliding and he had to really use some of his strength to direct it straight on in. I saw his arm flex as it drove the hand which drove the sword which drove the point through my innards. Straight on in. My body grabbed up the sword and I bent over and grunted. My hair hung forward. The two dudes holding me gasped in awe and pleasure. "Release him now. Let him go. It is all right, okay," he told the two, who were displeased to let go but were pleased to be able to grip their dicks more harshly. "I can totally handle him from here as my handle goes in to greet his abdominals." They let go of me and I felt good about that but not that good, for I teetered a bit and this made me stick myself more onto the sword. "Nunnnnnguh!" I was making sounds I didn't think capable of. I then used the sword as a pivot to hold me up. I hated the sword and the feel in me from it, I loved the sword and the feel in me from it. I hated this fucker Prince for stickin it in me, I loved this cute Prince for stickin me, for having the balls to drive it home to my spot. The thing about the sword is, and the thing about the belly button is...they kind of complement each other. Here you have this ready made hole that seemed like it should allow access for the sword point easily but fuck, it doesn't. I looked down, then up to the ceiling of the tent, then into the eyes of the Prince. The sword should slip in easily but it doesn't, it goes to the hole but the hole ends and there is stuff behind it. Stuff that the sword vanquishes easily and crushes and takes along with it. The hardness of the behind my navel was being squished back with the point, some of it stayed, just slit and just cut. I tried to hold the sword and for a bit I did. I managed to still the thrust inward. The Prince found this annoying at first but then, amused by it, he taunted me, played a little game. As if he really could not match my waning strength. He stopped the plunge. Looked at me as if it were my magnificent strength and then said something like, "Nahhhhh." He continued. I bent as far as I could down over the sword. Were there some guys pin pricking my prick cause it felt like it was being stuck with thousands of points, burning, heating, sizzling, stirring, jerking. Bending forward felt good if only to feel the Prince's free hand on my back as he used that to hold me, he also touched, at various times, my chest to give some force, and my side, below my hip, above my hip, on my hip. All of which I favored. The bend forward lost its value as stopping the pain for it increased it. It never could stop it. I then knew the fucking sword was close to shitting out my bare vee back, just about a foot above my anus. I jerked and through it, I moved backward, my head moving back, my body arching back, my stomach expanding and stretching back. The two guards behind me, cumming all over the fucking place, made several moves to try to catch me or push me up but the Prince snapped a quiet, "No, let him die in throes of his own making. It pleases me." The sword felt just as bad-good with me tossing my belly to a full stretch, the sinewy muscles along my entire frame, hosting it now. The burning sensation in my navel heated up the entire area even more. I seared like a thousand knives in my belly button, straight on in, and at the rocket of pain and blasts that was my penis-dick. The fire rose up and up and up along the shaft until it gathered all momentum and fuel at the dick head, round the mushroom and the sword was driving in at full plunge and heating... And I let loose...I shot a load that blasted the loin cloth off myself and a huge cum ball hit the Prince in his own belly button which he rubbed all around, lather gooing all over... The two guards behind me awed and ohhheed and oooeed. I shot again and a goop of goope jisimed up over the sword and entered some of the hole it had made at my former belly button, now a larger one. The sword was being withdrawn and just as slowly as it was put in. I jerked and jerked and flew more projectiles over the Prince and my own body. Cum flung over my head, over my shoulder to land squarely on Chadic's chest, dripping down his flanks and his pec middle. Blad moved in for some too and got some right in his ridge. He fingered it and a large dose squashed out of his belly button as he suction cupped it with his finger and sent small splashes jutting out. He stabbed his belly button with his other finger and Chadic, in his moment, found the knife the Prince had thrown down and with a quick in and a quicker out, and a hand motion that left his hand in the air with the knife, stabbed Blad in that perfect navel. Both didn't realize it. When Blad did, he put his hands around his navel but refused to cover it up. The dangling mutant meat there made both he and Chadic cum again! And again. Blad smiled at Chadic, who was shocked at his own move. He then stuck himself and deeper than Blad was stuck. The two jumped on each other, more for sex than for violence but it didn't matter. They ended up behind me pumping to their deaths with two large poles between them showering them with a fountain between mass muscle, white foam overflowing horizontally. The Prince didn't care to watch them. He was watching me as he slowly ejected the sword, gore and all on its long and slender body. My body quivered and my muscles, most of them surrounding my navel, were not affected by the sword but were tensed and ready for death. I cam more and more and the Prince lapped it up. After an eternity, the sword parted from my belly button and I looked down again, bending to stoop to see it again. It parted my flesh before it left my button, for the deepness of the hole in my belly was such that the flesh it left was far back in me. I saw and felt the air as the sword parted and moved out, not touching me again ...at that moment. The prince looked at what he had done and smiled, "It's good." He had this quiet calm throughout the whole ordeal and this struck me as sexy. He switched the sword handle to his other hand and with a jerk from his elbow, he plunged the sword back in the very hole he tore it from. It deepened me some more and I sucked air in as far as I could and it stuck in my throat. The air I mean. The sword was in my belly's throat, my guts, my interior center. The prince moved the fucker around every which way and I saw the handle move up,felt the point go down; saw the handle go down, felt the point go up, smashing against my upper abs from underneath. The kid made like a pilot using a stick shift and moved it all over. Out. Again. In again. He stabbed and stabbed and I remained where I was on my knees even after I died. Finally he had a shot that made my upper body fall over my stiff legs. My motion back shot a last lasting and life giving cum bullet of piercing rocketness into the Prince's chest and he moved his mouth down to catch it there. He laughed after he swallowed. Then he saw all of us enjoying ourselves in death and he propped his sword up under his ample belly button hole and fell onto the point so that it went through his upper back, into his lower stomach from a below position. "Gaaaaaaagawk!" I burned all over. My penis was on fire. I woke up and saw a gang of cum blobs all over my belly button, burying it in a lake of gelatinous yellow-white goo that looked like it had some of my scrotum in there as well. "A dream," I gasped. "What is this?" It was my first wet dream. I heaved my head up to move my hand and vision to my belly button. The beauty mark in my navel surfaced as I moved some of the cum aside. It looked like the Loch Ness monster coming out of the Loch on a particularly foamy night. "A dream, what the fuck..." I sat up. Cum dripped and waded down my lower boy belly to my shaved off pube area. Blobby. I knelt upward but the door to my bedroom opened up. "Time," Jason said, holding a knife in one hand and a sword in another. Like the ones in my dream. Chad was behind him, naked fully and it was obvious he had just unplugged his dick from Jase's butt, strings of cum giving tell tale signs. Blade was there too and he looked full of himself with a large bayonet poised at his own navel and in his hand. "Time for what?" "It's time for your death...you said you wanted it just like in your dreams and yo gonna git it!" "No, no, please, let me go, I didn't see anything," I said.... I enjoyed what was to cum... |
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