Date: Wed, 09 Apr 2008 20:07:25 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO 1 and 2
Aoi was dark skinned, slender bellied with a vertical slit for an innie
belly button. His legs were tender and smooth, muscled to a fault. His abs
were curvey but not overworked. His constant stance was one of confidence,
legs spread apart, smile on his face with pearl white teeth. Long jet black
hair to his shoulders and beyond to his shoulder blades all around back
with some shaved just above both ears and down the back, green eyes. He
wore only cut off denim shorts open at the top, no button but the belly
button they revealed. In the right hand was a 12 inch straight knife. A
long slightly curved sword that neared three feet in the left hand. The
boy looked slightly Asian, Filipino perhaps. On his feet he wore blue slip
ons, also denim material.
His friend, Puerto Rican, had long brown hair, blue eyes, a black leather
vest which ended above each mid rib on either side. A nice outtie was in
the center of his smooth unhairy belly. When he laughed or moved a certain
way, his abs formed a mountain range. His outtie was like a giant curled
worm with an upside down smile as the scar in the very center. In the past
cum would curl around it and drape from its top. He, too, had perfect teeth
but was more serious than Aoi. Pare was his name and while dark, he was not
as dark as Aoi. He was more olive skinned with a trace of Cuban perhaps,
lighter but still darker than white boys. His legs if anything were even
more developed than Aoi, his arms a bit more muscled and his chest less
muscled. His hair was currently tied up behind a red bandana. It was cut
short in front, long in back to his neck line when down. He was a on rock
above both his pals. On his bottom he wore skin tight leather shorts and
black low ankled boots. In one hand he held a gladiator sword with an
unusually thin point...
The third one was a blond with lite aqua sky-blue eyes. The blond hair was
long to his tits in front and far down his back behind, mid way to the
back, almost to his heavily tight buttox. He was the most built of the boys
and his chest stood out massive and proud. His stomach was tight and flat
but was most like a river valley with the center a half innie, half outtie;
a kind of raised ridge about the whole thing; a heavily scarred center
which was sometimes looking as if it were out more than the ridge,
sometimes not, depending on the boy's stance. He had on a yellow loin
cloth that didn't cover much, and stood out as his constant boner poked at
it. He was somewhat taller than both the first boys and maybe more
strong. He held a large spear with a thin point. At his rope belt, he had a
small knife. His skin was perfect, smooth, muscled, unblemished. His
nipples stood out as rock. This was Sole.
Together the trio roamed a land not their own. They were former street
kids, always together, doing what they had to in order to survive. They
sexed themselves all over the world and found they had rare powers, powers
that enabled them to vanish from one place and appear in another but they
were in love ...with each other. One time when they tried to vanish in the
path of an exploding reactor, they reappeared in this land...a strange land
not of our dimension.
This land had many who had been transformed to this land...from all over
time on Earth and even from a few other planets in space. Mongols, Vikings,
Samurais, Native Americans, Ninjas, Conquisadors, Aztecs, Mayans, and more
were here. A band of naked barbarian boys attacked the three, reasons
unknown.
A dark boy jumped on Aoi but Aoi flipped him off his back and before the
kid was on his own bare back, Aoi's curved sword found his navel and
followed to the ground, finding the ground through the guy. The victim
raised his body up, "Aarggggghuhh!" But he couldn't so he sighed as Aoi
moved the sword around but had to withdraw it to stab it full on---into
another boy running at him...a boy who wore a British coat, open totally
revealing a white expanse of British boy belly and a nice oval belly
button, slightly depressed in but mostly shallow. Aoi would fix that as the
kid ran right onto the curved sword, tried to stop but dragged his upper
torso over the sword. Aoi pushed some more into the meat and the kid yelped
and tried to draw back. His upper body spread but Aoi shoved and then tried
to pull out, caught sword on his innards.
As he did this, another boy in skimpy loin cloth, seemingly a Native
American teen with long hair, dark red skin and ritual spear with feathers,
ran at him, spear raised about stomach level...
Before this, Pare dodged two other boys, a full Chinese in white tied
cloth, very muscled and bigger than he, and his comrade, a skinny but tall
Swed, red hair and freckles. The Swed wore a remainder of silk pants and
slipper like shoes. The Chinese rushed at Pare with a thick sword with
spiked rings on it. Pare ducked but behind him, rounding on him was the
Swed with his ridged innie and large double quarter sized navel. Pare
turned to face him with his thin sword but Pare ducked out of the way and
the Chinese, trying to stick him in the back, caught the Swed's sword right
in his own navel. The Swed, thinking he was getting Pare, shoved hard and
true...all the way out the back of the Chinese friend. His face, both faces
in fact, registered shock. "What the hell," the Swed smiled as he recovered
and shoved but then he felt a pang in his own huge navel. He looked down
and saw Pare's sword, the thin tip in his navel. He looked up and Pare's
face greeted him with a smile that said: I am enjoying stickin you in the
gut hole. "No."
"Yes," Pare said and shoved. Both ignored the doubled over Chinese who was
crippled on the point of the Swed's sword. He also tried to arch back off
it but didn't succeed for the Swed let go and grabbed at Pare's sword in
him. Pare jolted it quickly into him and out. Then Pare stood back to watch
the Swed suffer standing, trying to keep alive but to no avail. He huffed
and fell to his knees, grasping to hold something. He found his own sword
in the Chinese and held it, causing his former pal more pain. Both groaned
but the Chinese groaned louder. Pare watched but shoved his own sword
backward and up, the sword moved up the lower belly of yet another attacker
and Pare moved it up to his navel and from behind, gouged it out!
Sole shoved his spear into a guy who was in front of another guy and it
went through both of the swordboys. He then flung them off it onto another
who was rushing at him. A small attacker got on his back, up to his
shoulders and raised a knife over Sole's neck but Sole easily flung him off
and onto his back, quickly jutting the spear into this slit belly button of
this small kid. The kid yelped too and scrambled to get up but Sole shoved
and twisted and then removed. The kid arched and rolled over, jerking to
his death noisily.
Sole's loin cloth stretched to its limit as he met the spear of a Native
American boy who used a spear. They backed each other up almost evenly
matched. But Sole used his feet to trip the kid and the kid fell. Sole
ripped his knife out and bent over, tossing another attacker over his
shoulder and quickly ripping his knife down into the navel of the Native
who was scrambling, even as slowly died grunting, to get his own hunting
knife out and into Sole. Sole moved back from the dying kids and saw...
another Native about to spear Pare from behind...Sole tossed the spear into
the Native's back and it came out his stomach. His sword was knocked from
his hand, Pare's belly was laid open for attack but he was not yet stuck in
the gut. Pare was facing a Mayan warrior boy from the front and he side
stepped, grabbed the Native boy who had Sole's spear out his stomach,
dangling ganglia and intesting and belly innards, and shoved the Native boy
forward. The point of Sole's spear rammed right into the attacking Mayan
and tore at his gut. Pare saw another guy, a German approaching with two
long swords. He swung the spear, the Mayan still impaled on it and in
shock, at the German and caught this German in the wide open outtie belly
button and shoved. The two pals were stuck together as they fell.
Sole was weaponless now, his knife back in his belt. A larger guy, almost
his twin, came up behind him and grabbed his wrists, both wrists. Sole
grabbed at his knife but the guy moved his hand over his knuckled and held
it down. Sole struggled to raise the knife but it seemed impossible. Sole's
stomach tensed with strength, bending forward. The large guy had a knife in
his other hand but was holding Sole's other wrist upward. Sole, with all
his might, managed to get the knife out of the hilt and up, up and up and
then, using the guy's holding his hand, used this motion to stab it
down. He moved and the knife found the large outtie of the guy behind
him. Sole quickly turned and finished the motion, jabbing the knife so far
into him that the hilt vanished. Sole then kicked it and kicked the guy
away, eyes wide on both of them.
The dying were huffing out their last groans as the three boys found their
weapons again and enjoyed the spectacle.
TRIO part two
Pare was putting the finishing touches to an ear ring in his right ear that
he did himself, taken off one of the bodies they just killed and had a
triple way sex orgy over, "How does it look?" He asked this of Sole, who
was on a hilltop with him and not paying attention.
"Not good," Sole said, staring at a scene below the hilltop. "Aoi, hurry
up!"
Aoi strode up the hill to them, "What?"
Below the hill was another eclectic circle of youths, some French, some
Italian, some German, and others of other nationalities. All shirtless and
most well built. In the center of the circle as could be seen from the
hilltop were two younger Asian, Oriental monk boys, shirtless and actually
wearing only thongs, bald heads and hairless tight bodies with nice abs. An
Italian boy held one, Kai, from behind while a French boy parried a thin
rapier across the boy's chest, lightly, but enough to make scars. Next to
Kai was Tetsuro, his monk companion and one true love, also held in a
similar manner, from behind but this time by a dark Filipino kid with short
black hair and a happy smile. From the front another French boy, a blond
this time, was using a thin knife in one hand and a rapier in another to
scar Tetsuro.
Aoi asked, "Who are these bands of attackers?"
"I don't know but let's go see this one," Sole said.
As they came down the hill, the circle paid them not much notice. Pare
called out in his sarcastic way, "Oh boys, can we enter your circle jerk?"
One French boy in the circle who had green eyes and streaked blond-brown
mocha hair called to him, "Sure, over here."
Pare joined this kid, while Aoi made for the part of the circle behind the
behind boys, so he could watch how the monks were being held. Tight abs all
around. Smooth, hairless, silky, some sweaty. Bare backs and nice spines,
he noticed. Sole took the opposite side, making as if he wanted to see a
better angle of the torture/murder. The boy next to Pare, touched Pare's
stomach, "Nice. You can join in if you like," he removed his hand as Pare
watched it, a smile on his face.
"What is this?"
The boy, Geurre, smiled and put an arm around Pare's shoulder to steer his
view past the guy on the other side of him and to the torture, "This is
fun, they will soon die slowly as we all watch and take a turn, a literal
turn," Geurre spoke in a definite French accent. "You think it fun, aye?"
"I think this more fun," Pare had his knife in Geurre's belly button amid a
ring of tight abs and saw Geurre's stomach tense and mount a curved abby
look. Geurre stared at him in shock and then looked down at the blade in
him. He shut his eyes and tilted his head back. "Don't you?"
"Ohhh," Geurre said, quietly, "No, I mean----uhh, yeah! Oh," he couldn't
get louder for if he did he knew it would end but deep down, he knew it
would end soon anyway, "Why?"
"We thought we'd even the odds." Pare removed his knife and took his
gladiator sword as Geurre stumbled back a few steps and yelled louder this
time. He fell and jerked with the sand on his stomach, many times but Pare
didn't notice. Too much else was happening. The Irish boy next to him took
out a sword but Pare kicked him and shoved his sword into and out of the
kid's stomach immediately.
Sole had his spear and used the point to kill the kid next to him by
shoving it sideways into the side just above the hip, tender but easy to
stab. With the end of the spear he hit the kid on the other side of him and
jerked his knife out when this allowed for a free hand. The knife found its
home in the belly of a third onrushing boy who came at him from the
front. This left Sole finally clear to make for the rapier boys. The boys
holding the monks didn't know if they should let go of the monks and join
the battle that just started or keep their monks closer to them. The
Italian let go. The Filipino didn't. The rapier guys turned toward Sole who
rushed at them. Sole knocked his spear into the rapiers and made them both
fall. He then punched both French wimps down right away, not having to kill
them as he would have liked for other boys moved in on him.
Aoi sprung into action too. He faced the Italian who was probably a better
fighter than he but weaponless, also this Italian looked older and bigger
and probably stronger. But he couldn't move as fast. Aoi stabbed him right
in the gut and drove it through. The guy stumbled back and held his gut but
wouldn't fall for some reason. Aoi stabbed him again but let it go as the
guy's brother, a sun kissed Southern Italian kid who probably never wore a
shirt in his life and with curly almost permed hair yelled and run with two
knives in each hand, at Aoi, "Brother!"
"Serves him right!" Aoi yelled and faced him. "Whoa." He was a hottie Aoi
thought, shame to have to slay him. Suddenly the knives made Aoi's sword
fall, "What's that about pride?" Aoi asked as the kid tripped him up by
using his legs between his. Kai, recovering saw this.
Kai yelled, "NO!" Kai ran at the slighter Italian kid and grabbed one
wrist and forced one knife down. He almost forgot the other knife.
Aoi jumped up to action, finding his fallen sword but getting his 12 inch
knife out too. He couldn't help Kai now though for more boys came at
him. He had to go into stab mode and this time, he was ready. Putting his
back to the monk who was still held, he faced many attackers, cutting them
where he could and putting many to rest, groaning on the floor.
Kai grabbed the other wrist of the Italian kid who was brother to the one
that formerly held him from behind. Their bodies struggled and bulged with
maleness as they tensed to fight the other. Kai put both hands on the wrist
but this kid was determined. He got behind Kai but left the knife in front,
forcing Kai to let go but then suddenly the knife was in front of Kai's
belly button. Kai once more grabbed the wrists but was in a bad
position. From behind the Italian laughed as he knew it was a matter of
time and balance...and strength. He had more. He inched the knife at Kai's
deep and fleshy navel....Kai fought but a part of him wondered what it
would be like to have that nice steel sharpness in his navel tunnel, in his
guts, in him. No, he thought. He pushed against it. The kid behind him
laughed and jerked it forward. Kai stopped it just a quarter of an inch
from his navel.
Aoi was killing most of the groups. Sole was near him now protecting his
back and spearing and knifing as many as he could. "Almost all of them
gone."
"Good, I don't like this quickie stuff. I like to make em linger and enjoy
it."
"Don't kill him right away," a French boy said to four boys who held Pare
up. Pare had lost but was not stabbed yet. Two other boys watched the four
and the French boy as the four had taken Pare's wrists and forearms and
held him up as two others, bigger ones, held Pare's ankles. They
effectively held him up horizontally, stomach to the sky, bare outtie knot
for all to see. "I want to try something first," the French kid took his
knife, serrated and brought the point to the belly button but not
hard. "Nice."
"That tickles," Pare joked, "Stop."
"Stop I will," the French kid raised the knife over Pare to strike a hard
blow to his navel, "Outtie prepare to become an innie!"
Pare stared.
Kai lost his battle. The knife inched in slowly, finding its blanket in his
navel. The Italian laughed as he felt it---he knife point finding the back
wall of Kai's navel. And beyond. Penetrating, plunging, ever so slowly and
persistent, never wavering, never slowing to a complete stop. Kai was wet
in his stretched thong, poking out. The knife was big and long. He had a
thought but he wanted to finish his orgasm before he tried it.
Aoi looked as his last victim fell, holding guts in and jerking with the
sand. Sole's last two guys were on top of each other enjoying their wounds
and dying jerks belly to belly. "See Pare?"
"He's always in trouble!"
"The two torturer rapier boys live," Aoi said.
"In a moment," Sole lifted his spear.
Kai put both hands on the hilt in a different way, more behind the hilt
now. Closing his eyes he drove the hilt more into himself. He felt it break
by his wall and through muscle, hit, nick really, his spine, and devastate
his back as it gaped out his back and into a new muscle mound...that of the
Italian behind him. The Italian didn't realize right away what happened as
Kai crunched up his belly muscles and bent forward. Kai knew this meant he
could really feel the new steel in him and it felt kind of good, like sex
invading his meat. The Italian laughed a lot until he felt...the point of
his own knife in his belly button and past it deep in his mid section. He
gagged and yelled. Kai plunged right on in and wondered if the knife was
long enough to go out the killer's back. It was. For if one looked
behind--as the Filipino did with his captive monk---they could see the
point exit the Italian's sun kissed hairless back. The Italian tried to
pull away but Kai back stepped and followed, still plugging in. Then he
swished it around to create a bigger navel on both of them. The Italian
arched to get away but could not. He threw himself forward onto it and then
Kai fell forward. The knife ended up perpendicular to the ground and jabbed
all the way, hilt vanishing into Kai's guts totally! Kai jerked but was
pinned beneath the hanky Italian, who jerked and couldn't get off the
knife!
"Cool," the Filipino said. Tetsuro crying, flung him off, his hold not
tight now. Another monk came running down the hill on the opposite side.
"NO!"
"Who the hell is that?" Aoi asked.
"Pare!" Sole flung his spear and it hit the kid trying to stab a knife
into Pare's belly button. It stuck in his back and jabbed out his belly
button, intestines clinging to hit.
The new monk ran so fast at the Filipino who was about to stab the on his
knees Tetsuro with a recovered long knife. He moved his whole body into the
Filipino, knocking him away from Tetsuro.
Weaponless, Sole was now facing the two recovered rapier boys, who found
their rapiers again. Aoi moved behind them to help Sole.
The Filipino stabbed his knife into this new thonged monk's bare belly and
laughed. He watched. He didn't expect the new monk to show him his bare
back and run at him backwards. Both fell. The new monk was on top of the
Filipino who was not hurt badly...yet. The new monks tore his weapon in his
belly deep down into himself and into the Filipino behind him. The
Filipino's penis behind him found the new monk's buttox hole and he jerked
into it as the knife he had formerly plugged into the new monk found its
home in his deep and round dark navel. Both yelled. "Get away!" The new
monk yelled. The Filipino beneath him shut his eyes and gulped as he felt
niceness in his penis build to an eruption and the burn in his belly button
helped clear it!
Pare shrugged as the French kid leant forward on him, Sole's spear out his
stomach. The spear rested on Pare's bare hip for a bit. Pare frowned and
moved his hip out of the way, still being held up. As Aoi engaged the two
French boys, making them both drop their rapiers again and wounding them
slightly so they fell to their knees, "French wimps!" Sole ran to get the
spear back.
"I want that!" Sole said to the French boy who almost stabbed Pare. Sole
drove his spear in more but then as the French kid started to fall, he
said, "Why do it the HARD way." He came round the kid and took the shaft
in the front and pulled the spear out. Slowly so that the French boy saw
the shaft vanish into his previous belly button. Nothing but a red hole
there now. He took a few steps in both directions before falling onto his
back and spurting a fountain of red from his button.
At the same time, Pare said, "It's not fair but what the hell, all's
fair..."
One of the boys holding him had his boot right in front of his large deep
navel. Pare turned his boot a certain way and a long steel knife came out
and entered the boy's navel. The boy didn't realize or see it even when he
looked. "Wha?" Finally the took the boot away from his navel and saw the
long steel thickness come out, along with much of what was once in his
button hole. "NO!"
The other one next to that one was looking but Pare turned his boot and cut
that one's wrist a bit so that one dropped his foot. The two still holding
his arms let him drop, for they had no choice. "I got him!" One of them
rounded on him from the front but Pare thrust his foot up into the kid's
stomach, a kind of 45 degree angle up into his belly button and beyond, up
to his upper abs but from under, from the button on up. The kid felt
it. But he tried to hold Pare. Two others came at them from the
sidelines. Pare punched the one away and withdrew his knife after swinging
it around a bit in the kid's under upper abs. He flipped back using this
front guy's body as a wall to climb up and over his other holder, who was
stunned into doing nothing. He kicked from behind. The guy got to his back,
rolling over and found a fallen spear. He moved it up as Pare but Pare was
behind him and bent his wrist to make it fall. Pare caught it in his other
hand and flung it into one of the two who was watching now coming at
him. Sole stabbed the other with his knife...from behind but reaching
around front n jabbin it in the guts. Sole kept this one close to him and
jerked his penis up the kid's bare back in the middle where it fit as he
jerked the kid. The kid jerked on Sole's knife, forward onto the knife and
backward onto Sole's massive penis. "Ohhhhh yessssssssssssssss! Heaven!"
"Die!"
Pare brought his boot knife to the guy on the ground's heavily ringed belly
button. It looked like a ravioli, his belly button did. The knife was let
loosely on the navel, this time on an upward angle, ready to plunge in and
up.
Sole let this kid go as another rushed at him. He leveled his spear from
the ground into the kid's...kid? This one was the most muscled and looked
like a major weight lifter back on regular Earth dimension. Sole jabbed the
spear in that navel...which looked like steel itself. He had the spear down
and moved its end down more and then up and then down and then up, moving
the spear shaft all around and jabbing at his belly as it went up, making
it go in and do some serious damage from every angle. The muscle guy smiled
as if he could resist and made an angry defiant face. "No one can take that
and live, man, die already," Sole laughed
Pare said, "No," as he rounded on his prone guy and removed the boot knife
slightly. The point rounded too.
"You....you will let me live, yes?"
"No," Pare stuck the knife in from behind using his boot to move it
down. It went in at the same angle from behind, "You guys like it from
behind....take THAT!" It went into the navel but down and found the lower
belly from under the skin, from the navel. It plunged deep exactly opposite
the way Pare stabbed the other. As he felt it invade his innards just above
his dick, the victim screamed and groaned and arched his back off the
dirt. He cam. A lot.
When Sole rejoined Aoi, Aoi had a rapier out and the two French torture
boys on their knees, "Wad do we do with these ta?"
"I got an idea!"
Pare was denied seeing this for the left alive monk, Tetsuro, crying asked
Pare to help him. Tetsuro took off his thong and tied it around his lower
belly. He kneeled on his haunches and asked Pare to get behind him. He
found a fallen knife.
As Aoi held out the thin rapier near a tree behind him, Sole used a head
lock to get the long haired blond French boy up and walked him to the point
and shoved him onto it. The thin rapier found the navel and struck as Aoi
guided it. The guy's head went limp. His long hair hung down straight and
blond, some brown in it too. He shut his eyes but was still breathing
heavily. Sole was having some trouble with the other French kid but not
much. Aoi said, "Watch you don't get your own belly stuck on that rapier."
"I might want ta!" Sole laughed as he tossed the other one onto the end of
it.
"No! No!" The French boy gasped as he joined his pal from behind. He felt
his pal's bare back with his chest. Sole's navel leaned on the point but he
moved back, laughing.
Aoi laughed, "Don't do that!" He moved the thin rapier all around but the
final weight of the two dying kids made it limp downward. Aoi was not limp
himself though, nor were the dying guys as one spurted on the other's back.
Pare knelt behind Tetsuro. Both had their hands over the knife but Pare's
hands were over Tetsuro's hand. "You don't have to do this."
"Yes, I do."
"Your choice." Pare smiled. "I will help."
"Hey Pare, be careful, he might not want to but in the bloodlust and pain,
he might jab it into ya, too," Aoi warned.
"SO what if he does," Pare smiled, "It'll make me feel...hey! Give me
warning next time willya?" Pare laughed as Tet's jab in happened by
surprise. The jab went into Tet's navel and deeply. Tet moved it around,
and drew it across his navel to his hip and downward until he hit just
above his spurting and naked dick. Pare held him as he jerked and it seemed
like five minutes before Tet died, gurgling and huffing all the way. The
contents of his belly were all over Pare's hands and he wanted to clean
them.
"What a waste," Sole said. "What a waste."
"Oh, I don't know," Pare got up and smiled, "It seemed fun for me."
"Me too," Aoi said.
"I do like that ear ring," Sole told Pare.
"Can we have sex now?" Aoi asked, annoyed.
"Of course," Sole said.
TRIO 3
TRIO episode three or just plain ole part three
Bare lower boy bellies, smooth, some where
you
can still see the marks of gym shorts where
they
pressed in on the skin. All sorts, all
types,
body types: mesomorph with the flat bellies
pressed in between hips, round by pressed
on top
navels; ectomorphs, endomorphs; smiley
faces on
the scar in the navels, quarter sized
outties,
small innies, large mushroomic heads on the
navels that stick out...you get the idea,
all
types, all kinds.
All were in wrist cuffs that were locked
over
their heads, their arms stretched over
their
heads. Some of the boys were stretched to
the
max, having their feet off the ground,
others
were taller and were not off the ground at
all,
therefore more relaxed, their stomachs
inward
against the rock wall of the cave...
"Cave?" Pare asked, "I don't wanna sleep
in no
cave."
"Then try the mud hole over there," Aoi
smirked.
"Very funny," Pare said.
"Don't be so negative," Sole said, "We
might
find some peace and quiet in there."
The trio moved back onto the path and
toward the
cave. "Looks like people have been this
way,"
Pare spied the prints in the dirt.
"Great," Aoi said, "And we know what that
means....trouble."
"Now you're being negative..." Sole
smiled,
"But caution might not be a bad idea." He
leveled his spear.
In the cave, a boy about 5'5, with jet
black
short cut hair was wearing a criss cross of
straps over his upper body, which was bare
otherwise. The lower body he had on a kind
of
see through kilt, silk and white-ish, and
white
boots. He had a long knife in one hand and
a
thin sword in the other. Behind him were
three
muscle men, wearing only thin loin clothes,
big, impossibly huge men with bulging
chests,
Appalichian abs, and solid bodies all
round.
About seven others like this were lined up
along
the wall of the entrance behind them
all. The
boy, Gaius, waved his sword and knife as he
spoke to a row of boys, one for each boy
that
was chained up on the wall, "Now, if you
are
going to pass as Torture Boys..." There
were
spare torture boys behind them also, one
for
each. "...you have to learn how to slowly
cause
pain...remember what you have been taught."
He
nodded and each boy, a different kind of
weapon,
all with points on the end, dug into the
boys
chained on the walls. The one nearest Gaius
was
named Mario, a smaller boy with a long
cylinder
weapon. On the end of the weapon was a
larger
cylinder with triangular points, each with
a
pinnacle of pointy death. Now dug into the
boy
on the wall's mushroom navel outtie,
digging all
the way in. The guy on the wall jerked in
his
chains and arched out, his feet on the
floor.
"He's dead, Mario."
Mario withdrew his weapon slowly, "I...I
did it
too fast, can I try again?"
"With who?"
"One of them."
"You can work with one of them...but as the
torturee..." Gaius nodded to the musclemen
and
they grabbed him, snapped the chains off
the
dead guy,who slid to the floor, his hands
stuck
in his own juicy belly, and replaced him
with
the struggling, pleading Mario. "You..."
Gaius
pointed to a proud replacement boy, a
redhead
with freckles. This boy, Wils, jerked the
weapon
out of the yapping Mario's hand and began
to
wait until the boy was chained properly
until he
could apply it to the bare belly. The other
torture boys were working on their
struggling
victims.
Mario gasped as he looked down at his belly
being invade by the weapon and he tried to
move
his thin belly back to his spine but the
weapon
came out and then followed it in until it
lightly hit his navel. "The trick," Wils
said,
"Is to just cause pain, but not enough pain
to
kill...not enough of a jab in to slay..."
"Awwwowww." Mario shut his eyes but then
opened
them dreamily to see Wils smiling.
"Did it hurt, man?"
"Y-Y-yeah but...b-but I think I liked
it. Hit me
again."
"Sure dude," Wils stabbed again and
twisted,
"but I'll miss your vitals...for now."
"You mean ya have to do that thing again
and
cause pain but not kill. What would a kill
stab
be like?" Mario groaned.
"Like this...? Huh?" A flash called Pare
ran
in from the cave entrance. He ran past the
seven
or so musclemen guarding the cave
wall. After he
stopped, his sword was bloody tipped. The
seven
musclemen stood there but then looked at
him as
if they were going to do
something. Suddenly,
they realized there was something painful
going
on in the middle of their meaty mound of
stomachs...blood. They looked, each of
them, at
their stomachs and in the middle saw a
navel
that was mangled and mutiliated. A few
started
to step out but two or three fell to their
knees, realizing they were skewered by this
quick kid.
Gaius was not amused, "What is this!? Who
is
that?! Slay him! Now!"
A spear was in the belly of one of the
other
musclemen near Gaius. Sole ran up to him
and
jerked it out, leaving a mass of power to
lean
against Gaius and they both fell to the
floor,
Gaius pinned to the floor by the muscle guy
dying on top of him. Gaius yapped and
yelled the
whole time, not hurt but just trapped under
the
cumming and dying muscle boy.
Sole faced the other muscle men and they
moved
two huge swords each at him. He swiped his
spear
across one of their stomachs but it only
lightly
hit him, scrapping. The two moved in from
each
side. Sole moved to swipe the other but the
sword of that one hit his spear and felled
it.
Pare and Aoi made the Torture Trainees stop
their torturing of the boys on the
walls. Knives
left pleasant bellies. "No, I...I like it,"
one
victim was saying.
"Sorry," Aoi said, "Wanna live?"
"Not unless...oh hell, yeah..." That
victim
said, "I just like the feeling."
Pare shook his head as he held his sword
and
knife on three Torture Boys, "Don't even
try to
fight us."
A small blond one said, "We...we
won't. We're
trained as Torture Boys, not fighters."
"Good, then change places..." Pare said.
Aoi smiled, "What a great idea."
"With...change with them?" A tall red head
said, his belly slit throbbing with
anticpation.
"No, never."
"Then this is what..." Pare stabbed his
sword
right into this redhead's belly. Wils saw
the
blade pop out the back...
Wils said, "Fuckin cool. He must really
feel
it."
"Change places now or you get the same
thing,"
Aoi snapped.
Sole got his hands on the elbow of one
muscleman
and on the elbow of the other and
shoved. He
made the sword of one go into the other and
the
sword of that one go into the one sticking
his
pal. He then shoved and the swords entered
bellies unprotected, untensed and cut in
like
butter. Sole knowing if he didn't shove as
far
as he could, would be killed, for these
guys
were stronger than he, shoved the swords in
as
far as he could and stood back. The two
musclemen didn't let go of their swords but
in
pain and jerking, were whittling the belly
of
the opposite pal. Sole watched in glee as
the
two were causing each other pain. Pre cum
was
giving way to short white spurts on the
guys.
Mario was facing Wils, who was on the wall
now.
His pre cum dripped down his penis head
just as
it was on Wils. "Let's get this on. Total
agony...c'mon lay it on me!"
Another former torture boy was finding it
painful but not fun, "This...this isn't
fair.
Stop them."
His victim, rubbing his own scarred belly,
smiled gleefully, "No, it isn't fair and
no, no
one will stop me...feel that..."
"Ouch! Owww!"
The victims were now the torture boys, the
torture boys were now the chained up
victims.
Pre cum all around. Growing boners. Aoi and
Pare
stood back to watch their handiwork. Aoi
said,
"Do what you want with them."
"What about this one?" Pare looked at
Gaius
beneath the muscleguy.
"I have an idea," Sole said, turning from
the
two muscleguys that had their swords deep
in the
other's belly buttons and swishing around
as
they tried to deal with their own death
spasms.
The two were now on their sides facing each
other as they could no longer stand. All
that
could be heard were short bursts of grunts
n
groans.
Soon, Gaius's body was spread out. His legs
were
blocked by the dead guy that was on top of
him.
On either arm were two other dying
musclemen,
still moving but slower and slower. Soon
they
died. Gaius was threatening and yelling the
whole time, as if he weren't about to get
his
own tight navel run through. "Annoying
ain't
he?" Aoi said.
"Yeah," Pare and Sole said, "Together
then?"
"Together!" Sole stuck his spear into
Gaius's
bare outstretched and struggling white
belly at
the same time that Aoi stood over and bent,
jabbing his sword point into Gaius too. At
the
same time, Pare knelt nearby, on top of one
of
the dying muscleguy's thriving and
undulating
bellies, and struck the knife in.
Pare said, "What a rush!"
Gaius yelled and yelped, "Awwawwww! So this
what
it feels likehuhhhhhhh. Uhhhhh."
"Let's go," Pare said, "Fun makes me
hungry. I
need to eat something."
"Me too, take your tights off," Aoi
laughed.
To the theme song of tortured bellies n
eventual
deaths via stabbing, Aoi and Pare had sex
and
Sole joined in, the thrill of it all
heightened
by the butchered belly sounds around them.
He came upon them in the night. Imagine trying to tickle the trio with your
sword point in the night while they slept. He was an Arnold Schwarzenger
type, the Arnold of CONAN IIâ€`â€`THE DESTROYER. He was nicely
muscled and had a deep dark dank navel, spread horozontially but large so
that it had a vertical tilt too but more sideways. He was thinner than the
Arnold of CONAN THE BARBARIAN. But still thicker and more muscled than any
of the TRIO.
Spent, Pare slept with his arms over his head and spread out, his underarms
bare to the night sky of stars above them in this desert. There were a few
trees and the trio made their camp next to one, sleeping near one. They had
put up a tent but slept outside of it, it being such a nice, clear starry
night. Next to Pare, who slept in the nude, was Sole, who was on his side
spooning Aoi, who was asleep in a fetus position. All were sound asleep.
The muscle guy, Cone, had a huge pointed sword and snuck up to them, on the
side of Pare. He rounded to their front and pointed his sword at Sole but
then saw Pare's outtie belly button and it being so open to him, decided to
stick him first and then quickly stick Sole and Aoi as they awoke to his
screams of agony. His sword, massive in the middle would go in and in,
opening the belly hole beyond Pare's perimeter, making a larger hole,
enlarging the belly button both sideways to the perimeter and inward as he
stuck into the sand under the kid's bare back.
Cone moved the sword at Pare but suddenly he felt a pain in his button. He
looked down and saw Sole's spear point to it. He moved to jab his sword in
the direction of the sitting up blond. Sole's upper body was up and his
spear in his hands and the point at the navel of Cone. "I hate my sleep
being disturbed by cowards..."
Cone grimaced but said, "You think this hurt? You will feel more...this not
stop me."
Sole shoved the spear upward and it went into Cone some more as Cone raised
his sword over Sole's head. Aoi jumped up and took the sword out of Cone's
hands, jumping up to do so. "Nice sword," he mocked Cone, "I like it big
guy."
Pare was up now too, "I thought I heard you two havin some fun. Wha?"
Aoi took the sword and saw Sole's spear in Cone. Aoi took the shaft of the
spear and took it out. Sole said, "Aoi, don't fool around. I want this guy
dead so I can get back to sleep. Besides, he's dangerous, you shouldn't..."
Pare came up to Aoi with his own sword and knife, "YOu think that'll do
it. Will he really feel it?"
Cone tried to stand there and flex, to bare his death feelings. That
burning hole in him. "Not out me back."
"Oh, I don't know, I think this ought to..." Aoi stuck the sword into Cone
and twisted.
Pare took it and pulled it out as Aoi felt it, "Ohhh," Aoi said, "I like it
when you touch my sword while it's still in someone else..."
Pare took his knife and neared the bloody hole, "I think it should be like
this..."
Pare moved in and wrangled and wriggled his knife into Cone and then moved
it all around as if he were doing a math problem with a compass. Cone
gurgled and gasped, grunting deeply as if he were trying to overcome the
pain. "Oh yeah," Aoi said and nodded, "I think that's cool but...I like the
spear so maybe..." he waited until Pare looked at him and removed the knife
from Cone and then stuck the spear point in and in and in and in until he
felt real muscle in the back from the front! "Sole was right...."
"Guys watch that one...he...he's very big..."
"Oh he's..." Aoi smiled.
"...dying," Pare said as Aoi popped the spear out Cone's bare muscular vee
back. Cone yelled, trying not to. His eyes were shut for a long time and he
stood still, flexing his arms and tensing his stomach which was now
pierced. "I still think a good solid sword jab does it best..." he put his
sword right into Cone's former navel hole, now a mess of gore as Aoi jerked
the sword out. "Like that!"
Cone fell to his knees now. Pare followed Cone's guts and rammed the sword
and then jerked it upward and then downward and moved it every which angle
he could think of. Cone jerked his upper body back, involuntarily, and bent
with his stomach outstretched. "Outline his abs, wad's left of em," Aoi
said.
"Wad ya mean?" Pare asked.
"Oh, I'll do it," Aoi came forward and used one of Pare's knives to outline
Cone's abs, sticking deep and making cuts along the ab lines.
Sole slept soundly to the dying sounds of Cone.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh" the sound of silence.
TRIO part two
Pare was putting the finishing touches to an ear ring in his right ear that
he did himself, taken off one of the bodies they just killed and had a
triple way sex orgy over, "How does it look?" He asked this of Sole, who
was on a hilltop with him and not paying attention.
"Not good," Sole said, staring at a scene below the hilltop. "Aoi, hurry
up!"
Aoi strode up the hill to them, "What?"
Below the hill was another eclectic circle of youths, some French, some
Italian, some German, and others of other nationalities. All shirtless and
most well built. In the center of the circle as could be seen from the
hilltop were two younger Asian, Oriental monk boys, shirtless and actually
wearing only thongs, bald heads and hairless tight bodies with nice abs. An
Italian boy held one, Kai, from behind while a French boy parried a thin
rapier across the boy's chest, lightly, but enough to make scars. Next to
Kai was Tetsuro, his monk companion and one true love, also held in a
similar manner, from behind but this time by a dark Filipino kid with short
black hair and a happy smile. From the front another French boy, a blond
this time, was using a thin knife in one hand and a rapier in another to
scar Tetsuro.
Aoi asked, "Who are these bands of attackers?"
"I don't know but let's go see this one," Sole said.
As they came down the hill, the circle paid them not much notice. Pare
called out in his sarcastic way, "Oh boys, can we enter your circle jerk?"
One French boy in the circle who had green eyes and streaked blond-brown
mocha hair called to him, "Sure, over here."
Pare joined this kid, while Aoi made for the part of the circle behind the
behind boys, so he could watch how the monks were being held. Tight abs all
around. Smooth, hairless, silky, some sweaty. Bare backs and nice spines,
he noticed. Sole took the opposite side, making as if he wanted to see a
better angle of the torture/murder. The boy next to Pare, touched Pare's
stomach, "Nice. You can join in if you like," he removed his hand as Pare
watched it, a smile on his face.
"What is this?"
The boy, Geurre, smiled and put an arm around Pare's shoulder to steer his
view past the guy on the other side of him and to the torture, "This is
fun, they will soon die slowly as we all watch and take a turn, a literal
turn," Geurre spoke in a definite French accent. "You think it fun, aye?"
"I think this more fun," Pare had his knife in Geurre's belly button amid a
ring of tight abs and saw Geurre's stomach tense and mount a curved abby
look. Geurre stared at him in shock and then looked down at the blade in
him. He shut his eyes and tilted his head back. "Don't you?"
"Ohhh," Geurre said, quietly, "No, I mean----uhh, yeah! Oh," he couldn't
get louder for if he did he knew it would end but deep down, he knew it
would end soon anyway, "Why?"
"We thought we'd even the odds." Pare removed his knife and took his
gladiator sword as Geurre stumbled back a few steps and yelled louder this
time. He fell and jerked with the sand on his stomach, many times but Pare
didn't notice. Too much else was happening. The Irish boy next to him took
out a sword but Pare kicked him and shoved his sword into and out of the
kid's stomach immediately.
Sole had his spear and used the point to kill the kid next to him by
shoving it sideways into the side just above the hip, tender but easy to
stab. With the end of the spear he hit the kid on the other side of him and
jerked his knife out when this allowed for a free hand. The knife found its
home in the belly of a third onrushing boy who came at him from the
front. This left Sole finally clear to make for the rapier boys. The boys
holding the monks didn't know if they should let go of the monks and join
the battle that just started or keep their monks closer to them. The
Italian let go. The Filipino didn't. The rapier guys turned toward Sole who
rushed at them. Sole knocked his spear into the rapiers and made them both
fall. He then punched both French wimps down right away, not having to kill
them as he would have liked for other boys moved in on him.
Aoi sprung into action too. He faced the Italian who was probably a better
fighter than he but weaponless, also this Italian looked older and bigger
and probably stronger. But he couldn't move as fast. Aoi stabbed him right
in the gut and drove it through. The guy stumbled back and held his gut but
wouldn't fall for some reason. Aoi stabbed him again but let it go as the
guy's brother, a sun kissed Southern Italian kid who probably never wore a
shirt in his life and with curly almost permed hair yelled and run with two
knives in each hand, at Aoi, "Brother!"
"Serves him right!" Aoi yelled and faced him. "Whoa." He was a hottie Aoi
thought, shame to have to slay him. Suddenly the knives made Aoi's sword
fall, "What's that about pride?" Aoi asked as the kid tripped him up by
using his legs between his. Kai, recovering saw this.
Kai yelled, "NO!" Kai ran at the slighter Italian kid and grabbed one
wrist and forced one knife down. He almost forgot the other knife.
Aoi jumped up to action, finding his fallen sword but getting his 12 inch
knife out too. He couldn't help Kai now though for more boys came at
him. He had to go into stab mode and this time, he was ready. Putting his
back to the monk who was still held, he faced many attackers, cutting them
where he could and putting many to rest, groaning on the floor.
Kai grabbed the other wrist of the Italian kid who was brother to the one
that formerly held him from behind. Their bodies struggled and bulged with
maleness as they tensed to fight the other. Kai put both hands on the wrist
but this kid was determined. He got behind Kai but left the knife in front,
forcing Kai to let go but then suddenly the knife was in front of Kai's
belly button. Kai once more grabbed the wrists but was in a bad
position. From behind the Italian laughed as he knew it was a matter of
time and balance...and strength. He had more. He inched the knife at Kai's
deep and fleshy navel....Kai fought but a part of him wondered what it
would be like to have that nice steel sharpness in his navel tunnel, in his
guts, in him. No, he thought. He pushed against it. The kid behind him
laughed and jerked it forward. Kai stopped it just a quarter of an inch
from his navel.
Aoi was killing most of the groups. Sole was near him now protecting his
back and spearing and knifing as many as he could. "Almost all of them
gone."
"Good, I don't like this quickie stuff. I like to make em linger and enjoy
it."
"Don't kill him right away," a French boy said to four boys who held Pare
up. Pare had lost but was not stabbed yet. Two other boys watched the four
and the French boy as the four had taken Pare's wrists and forearms and
held him up as two others, bigger ones, held Pare's ankles. They
effectively held him up horizontally, stomach to the sky, bare outtie knot
for all to see. "I want to try something first," the French kid took his
knife, serrated and brought the point to the belly button but not
hard. "Nice."
"That tickles," Pare joked, "Stop."
"Stop I will," the French kid raised the knife over Pare to strike a hard
blow to his navel, "Outtie prepare to become an innie!"
Pare stared.
Kai lost his battle. The knife inched in slowly, finding its blanket in his
navel. The Italian laughed as he felt it---he knife point finding the back
wall of Kai's navel. And beyond. Penetrating, plunging, ever so slowly and
persistent, never wavering, never slowing to a complete stop. Kai was wet
in his stretched thong, poking out. The knife was big and long. He had a
thought but he wanted to finish his orgasm before he tried it.
Aoi looked as his last victim fell, holding guts in and jerking with the
sand. Sole's last two guys were on top of each other enjoying their wounds
and dying jerks belly to belly. "See Pare?"
"He's always in trouble!"
"The two torturer rapier boys live," Aoi said.
"In a moment," Sole lifted his spear.
Kai put both hands on the hilt in a different way, more behind the hilt
now. Closing his eyes he drove the hilt more into himself. He felt it break
by his wall and through muscle, hit, nick really, his spine, and devastate
his back as it gaped out his back and into a new muscle mound...that of the
Italian behind him. The Italian didn't realize right away what happened as
Kai crunched up his belly muscles and bent forward. Kai knew this meant he
could really feel the new steel in him and it felt kind of good, like sex
invading his meat. The Italian laughed a lot until he felt...the point of
his own knife in his belly button and past it deep in his mid section. He
gagged and yelled. Kai plunged right on in and wondered if the knife was
long enough to go out the killer's back. It was. For if one looked
behind--as the Filipino did with his captive monk---they could see the
point exit the Italian's sun kissed hairless back. The Italian tried to
pull away but Kai back stepped and followed, still plugging in. Then he
swished it around to create a bigger navel on both of them. The Italian
arched to get away but could not. He threw himself forward onto it and then
Kai fell forward. The knife ended up perpendicular to the ground and jabbed
all the way, hilt vanishing into Kai's guts totally! Kai jerked but was
pinned beneath the hanky Italian, who jerked and couldn't get off the
knife!
"Cool," the Filipino said. Tetsuro crying, flung him off, his hold not
tight now. Another monk came running down the hill on the opposite side.
"NO!"
"Who the hell is that?" Aoi asked.
"Pare!" Sole flung his spear and it hit the kid trying to stab a knife
into Pare's belly button. It stuck in his back and jabbed out his belly
button, intestines clinging to hit.
The new monk ran so fast at the Filipino who was about to stab the on his
knees Tetsuro with a recovered long knife. He moved his whole body into the
Filipino, knocking him away from Tetsuro.
Weaponless, Sole was now facing the two recovered rapier boys, who found
their rapiers again. Aoi moved behind them to help Sole.
The Filipino stabbed his knife into this new thonged monk's bare belly and
laughed. He watched. He didn't expect the new monk to show him his bare
back and run at him backwards. Both fell. The new monk was on top of the
Filipino who was not hurt badly...yet. The new monks tore his weapon in his
belly deep down into himself and into the Filipino behind him. The
Filipino's penis behind him found the new monk's buttox hole and he jerked
into it as the knife he had formerly plugged into the new monk found its
home in his deep and round dark navel. Both yelled. "Get away!" The new
monk yelled. The Filipino beneath him shut his eyes and gulped as he felt
niceness in his penis build to an eruption and the burn in his belly button
helped clear it!
Pare shrugged as the French kid leant forward on him, Sole's spear out his
stomach. The spear rested on Pare's bare hip for a bit. Pare frowned and
moved his hip out of the way, still being held up. As Aoi engaged the two
French boys, making them both drop their rapiers again and wounding them
slightly so they fell to their knees, "French wimps!" Sole ran to get the
spear back.
"I want that!" Sole said to the French boy who almost stabbed Pare. Sole
drove his spear in more but then as the French kid started to fall, he
said, "Why do it the HARD way." He came round the kid and took the shaft
in the front and pulled the spear out. Slowly so that the French boy saw
the shaft vanish into his previous belly button. Nothing but a red hole
there now. He took a few steps in both directions before falling onto his
back and spurting a fountain of red from his button.
At the same time, Pare said, "It's not fair but what the hell, all's
fair..."
One of the boys holding him had his boot right in front of his large deep
navel. Pare turned his boot a certain way and a long steel knife came out
and entered the boy's navel. The boy didn't realize or see it even when he
looked. "Wha?" Finally the took the boot away from his navel and saw the
long steel thickness come out, along with much of what was once in his
button hole. "NO!"
The other one next to that one was looking but Pare turned his boot and cut
that one's wrist a bit so that one dropped his foot. The two still holding
his arms let him drop, for they had no choice. "I got him!" One of them
rounded on him from the front but Pare thrust his foot up into the kid's
stomach, a kind of 45 degree angle up into his belly button and beyond, up
to his upper abs but from under, from the button on up. The kid felt
it. But he tried to hold Pare. Two others came at them from the
sidelines. Pare punched the one away and withdrew his knife after swinging
it around a bit in the kid's under upper abs. He flipped back using this
front guy's body as a wall to climb up and over his other holder, who was
stunned into doing nothing. He kicked from behind. The guy got to his back,
rolling over and found a fallen spear. He moved it up as Pare but Pare was
behind him and bent his wrist to make it fall. Pare caught it in his other
hand and flung it into one of the two who was watching now coming at
him. Sole stabbed the other with his knife...from behind but reaching
around front n jabbin it in the guts. Sole kept this one close to him and
jerked his penis up the kid's bare back in the middle where it fit as he
jerked the kid. The kid jerked on Sole's knife, forward onto the knife and
backward onto Sole's massive penis. "Ohhhhh yessssssssssssssss! Heaven!"
"Die!"
Pare brought his boot knife to the guy on the ground's heavily ringed belly
button. It looked like a ravioli, his belly button did. The knife was let
loosely on the navel, this time on an upward angle, ready to plunge in and
up.
Sole let this kid go as another rushed at him. He leveled his spear from
the ground into the kid's...kid? This one was the most muscled and looked
like a major weight lifter back on regular Earth dimension. Sole jabbed the
spear in that navel...which looked like steel itself. He had the spear down
and moved its end down more and then up and then down and then up, moving
the spear shaft all around and jabbing at his belly as it went up, making
it go in and do some serious damage from every angle. The muscle guy smiled
as if he could resist and made an angry defiant face. "No one can take that
and live, man, die already," Sole laughed
Pare said, "No," as he rounded on his prone guy and removed the boot knife
slightly. The point rounded too.
"You....you will let me live, yes?"
"No," Pare stuck the knife in from behind using his boot to move it
down. It went in at the same angle from behind, "You guys like it from
behind....take THAT!" It went into the navel but down and found the lower
belly from under the skin, from the navel. It plunged deep exactly opposite
the way Pare stabbed the other. As he felt it invade his innards just above
his dick, the victim screamed and groaned and arched his back off the
dirt. He cam. A lot.
When Sole rejoined Aoi, Aoi had a rapier out and the two French torture
boys on their knees, "Wad do we do with these ta?"
"I got an idea!"
Pare was denied seeing this for the left alive monk, Tetsuro, crying asked
Pare to help him. Tetsuro took off his thong and tied it around his lower
belly. He kneeled on his haunches and asked Pare to get behind him. He
found a fallen knife.
As Aoi held out the thin rapier near a tree behind him, Sole used a head
lock to get the long haired blond French boy up and walked him to the point
and shoved him onto it. The thin rapier found the navel and struck as Aoi
guided it. The guy's head went limp. His long hair hung down straight and
blond, some brown in it too. He shut his eyes but was still breathing
heavily. Sole was having some trouble with the other French kid but not
much. Aoi said, "Watch you don't get your own belly stuck on that rapier."
"I might want ta!" Sole laughed as he tossed the other one onto the end of
it.
"No! No!" The French boy gasped as he joined his pal from behind. He felt
his pal's bare back with his chest. Sole's navel leaned on the point but he
moved back, laughing.
Aoi laughed, "Don't do that!" He moved the thin rapier all around but the
final weight of the two dying kids made it limp downward. Aoi was not limp
himself though, nor were the dying guys as one spurted on the other's back.
Pare knelt behind Tetsuro. Both had their hands over the knife but Pare's
hands were over Tetsuro's hand. "You don't have to do this."
"Yes, I do."
"Your choice." Pare smiled. "I will help."
"Hey Pare, be careful, he might not want to but in the bloodlust and pain,
he might jab it into ya, too," Aoi warned.
"SO what if he does," Pare smiled, "It'll make me feel...hey! Give me
warning next time willya?" Pare laughed as Tet's jab in happened by
surprise. The jab went into Tet's navel and deeply. Tet moved it around,
and drew it across his navel to his hip and downward until he hit just
above his spurting and naked dick. Pare held him as he jerked and it seemed
like five minutes before Tet died, gurgling and huffing all the way. The
contents of his belly were all over Pare's hands and he wanted to clean
them.
"What a waste," Sole said. "What a waste."
"Oh, I don't know," Pare got up and smiled, "It seemed fun for me."
"Me too," Aoi said.
"I do like that ear ring," Sole told Pare.
"Can we have sex now?" Aoi asked, annoyed.
"Of course," Sole said.