My name is Aemilius, although it is unimportant now. I watch from the safety of my seat high up in the arena. I have what is known as binoculars so I can see the wonder of the sword held in the muscular arm of a muscular 18 year old red haired male enter the belly button of another 18 year old. The sword was a Talon Sword, for the names of the weapons are more important than our own names. It entered the victim's belly straight on. And slid in. I could tell the glee in the face of the redhead, a freckled face kid-like face. I also took some pleasure, vile as it is, in the look of pain and anguish on the face of the other. His mouth opened wide, then his teeth grit, his lips still parted. His body, almost fully bare, stood erect, trying to take it like a good warrior. A good gladiator. It was a good body. As muscled, if not more so than the redhead stabbing him toward his eventual death. He had long brown hair tied back in a knot, which now came loose in his shaking head, spasming body. Yet I could see he wanted to remain as still as he could. He didn't drop his Split Tipped Sword, proving what a real man he was. Fool. Perhaps he would try, if he could, and it didn't look like he would be able to, to stab the enemy as he drew near. The dying boy had bright blue eyes, a handsome face, not surprising as we all had handsome faces. This one was more child-like than others of us. His yelp as he was stuck was alluring. He also tried not to groan at all but failed in that. His "ulllllll" was deeply heard. And felt--by just him. Could the rest of us feel anything any more? I wondered.

As the blood slowly seeped from his belly button, what could escape through the embedded sword body, toward the dying's thong, I could feel my own fluid seeping in my own thong. I reached down to feel and spread it but didn't dare look away from the embrace going on in the arena.

From that "ulllll" I could tell the stuck kid was trying to harden his stomach muscles against the Talon---like I said, a fool. The red head grunted, too, a grunt of valor and pride in his kill. I heard him say something loud and clear, "Die. Go ahead and harden your stomach--it won't do any good against my sharp and ripping sword! I'm the better!" The red head was a guard of the Immortals who once held us captive as gladiators. His name was Genuris or something like that. His Talon was something like 9 meters in length with a mass of 1 kilogram. His arm flexed as he put it in.

The dying boy swallowed and moved back, some of the Talon ripping out, an almost sliding motion. But Genuris followed him and stuck deeper, his bloodlust not fulfilled. He drove the sword at the boy's stomach and the entire boy toward one wall of the arena, a large white brick affair which showed much gore when contents of someone's innards splatt against the whiteness. The stuck boy was Arri, a dark one but not black. One of his hands went to the sword to hold it as it drove in him. His back moved off the wall, a spasm or a conscious effort to resist by the boy, I do not know.

He drew in more air. I could see his blood drip mixed with his thong point, for a point at his penis was formed. He was aroused by the sharpness of pain delving into him. Arri threw his head up. To be free at last. To not have to choose sides. He felt that point mixing with his intestine beginning, driving through the skin at the back of his belly button. He enjoyed it but as he became wet through his thong, Genuris drew a knife, cut the thong off, and put his knife back in his hip holster. He mightily grabbed the wet cock and heaved upward as if to pull it off with his bare hand. Blood from the belly button seeped down toward the crotch, missing the cock entirely. Pre cum dripped simultaneously with the blood.

"Ahhhhhhh," Arri gapsed, "Yeahhhhhh. Uggggg. Kill me now, man, now!"

"No," Genuris spat as if he hated Arri but he didn't, just loved the kill so much, "You'll last a lot longer."

"Puhhh, puh--uhhhhgghh, please."

"No, feel it! Feel this!" Genuris tugged the sword out and then back in and harder this time. I could see the tiny point of the thing starting to come out the back of the boy as they seemed to switch places, Genuris mastering the boy to do so. I think he did this for my benefit, to prove something to me. Maybe he thought I would spare him since he fought so...savagely and without mercy. I couldn't care if he would die along with Arri. As long as I could watch. I was not cognizant of grabbing myself and reaching through the upper band of my thong, jerking till I came a large load all over my own chiseled abs. Not until the drip started me feeling like I was getting hard again.

I looked down for a moment, then back up. I saw the Talon point edge out of Arri's lower back a bit more, some yellow-green-red stuff on it, wirery things, once a part of Arri's bodily system.

Then he flung the boy around again and back to the wall. I heard the point hit brick. Genuris jerked the boy. Arri jerked, Genuris drove the sword in more and then out fully. Arri spasmed but from his joy juice shooting or from the intense pain of having an open tunnel where his belly button should have been, I could not tell. Anyway, the tunnel wasn't there long. Genuris drove the sword back in and this time jerked it downward but inside the belly, carving intestine. Cracks of blood formed along the outer skin as the sword did its damage from within. Genuris at the same time, continued to jerk the boy who spasmed through it all, holding back the contents of his balls.

Then Genuris found the boy's own sword up and digging into his lower bare white boy belly, the freckles now splintered with red...blood. Arri cracked and his load shot up at Genuris's upper belly, caking at his top abs and lower chest. Arrr's double tip went the other way, down. All he had strength for. Down and down, twisting its own inside Genuris, who screamed a loud one. More of surprise than shock. At first. Cum dripped along Genuris whose own cock sprung out of his thong, white headed and ready to release.

"Arggghhhawakkkguhhh. Ulllllghhhguggghlllll." I could hardly tell who was gasping what as their dying moans drowned each other out. Genuris tried to pull away and out of Arri but Arri was now moving forward...into the sword that was in him. The point thudded out his back some more, dripping. Arri smiled, I could see that. And it brought me back to a full erection. He liked the pain he was feeling and dishing out.

I thought back. I used to be like them. I am like them now, again. That doesn't make sense. They and I were bred as part of an experiment. One to relieve the boredom of a race of Immortal men. Men who were eternally 18 years old. They were all good looking, better than any of the warriors, glassy eyed, blond, blue eyes, brunette, green eyes, they had a range of every look, just as we warriors do. But they could not die. And nothing could make them die. Or so I thought.

It was not to be mocked. This life of ours. We knew little of an outside universe. Almost nothing at all. It soon became something of a fantasy of ours...of mine...to get out and see if there was anything out there. There was. They had kept us, taken us from when we were very young, taken us from our world, that which she told me was called, is called The Earth. They put us into robotic training centers where machines would raise us, train us. At the age of about 8 or so, we were put into a barracks, they called it. Imagine about 50 boys all sleeping, eating, washing, in the same building, an open area with few walls or doors. It wasn't too bad. It was sanitary. They couldn't have their only source of interest dying of other things. They...we were for being stuck in the arena in more ways than one. I guess to tell you the story, I have to go back, back to when I first turned 18---the time that I was to enter the arena for the first time.

Rules were simple. You fight or their elite guard---would kill. The guard were kidnapped humans who had little custom or insight. Yet the knew more about the outside world, as did the Bended. Bended were elite Gladiators all of whom, like most of (but not all of) the guards, were from taken from more modern time zones. For the Immortals kidnapped from all time zones on earth, past, present, and maybe even future. I do not know all of what occurred or all of their former powers. Most of the time, they made you fight the one you were closest to. A friend. A lover, A sleep mate. You refuse, the mate, the opponent has first crack at you. If not, he dies too by the guard, the Bended, or an Immortal himself was known to come down and kill or sometimes combinations of the above. If your opponent was wounded, you would have to check to see if he were or if he were faking or dead. The wounded would have to be pleasured in some way, jerked to cum fulfillment, or have something stuck up them from behind....some sexual pleasure that made them jerk to their own deaths...sometimes jerking onto a sword or spike some more. Sometimes fucking over a spike...and I can tell you I saw more than two die that way as the spike fucked their bellies, through one's belly, out his back and into the fucker as one fucked the other. Get hard thinking about it.

I wanted to finish this fight before I thought about the rest of this story. Cum, blood, belly material, cocks drained of their cum and getting hard again met between the combatants. Which would die first, I asked myself. Unlike the Immortals we didn't bet on this. Genuris glanced down at his butchered belly. The sword going down missed his navel. But now the double tip so far down, tore through his lower back. Arri pushed the handle forward so that the double pointed hand holder also hit Genuris. This hand holder was not as sharp at the tip in and out odf Genuris but it had tips. The points dug deep into Genuris's outtie belly button, turning it into an innie. Arri laughed and said as much. "Watch as I turn your outtie into an innie." He twisted on top of that. Blood pooled in the belly button. Genuris gagged and gasped and ripped his sword out again. He tried to fall back but Arri kept onto him, putting a free hand around his back and holding him in place---their chests touched. For a moment, both let go of their weapons and the two fell in a groaning, kicking pile of massive muscle. Would they die slower now or faster? My own cock was alive again, spurting, as my body sweated and stunk of old dry cum and heat.