02-28-2024, 12:52 AM
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.
"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.