Date: Mon, 11 Aug 2008 11:22:39 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO  101

Meo looked at the four in the big bed. "I guess you're all healed then,
huh?"

Aoi puffed and turned over, putting his hands behind his head and putting a
piece of straw he found on the night table into his mouth, "What happened?"

"I found you. I used the Feng spears to kill the last three Water Ninjas."

Alexi was on his side, "But...but we were..."

Meo nodded, "Yes you were," and pointed.  "So you shouldn't be doing what
you just were doing. You should be resting. You should be dead."

You sprang up from the bed, "You used the powder?"

"Yeah, the last of it by the way," Meo said, "There is no more. I wanted to
try to use some on Li and ...Fush."

"It was too long for them," Sun said, sad.  "And as for Brue... there
wasn't enough of him to find to use it on."

Meo puffed, "Well I've already lost five brothers to this thing...I say we
leave. Today..."

"You can leave if you want to."  Aoi leaned back and stretched, "But for
what they did to my friends, your brothers, I will slay them all."

You went over to Meo, "Meo, don't listen to him. He...He wanted to get
stabbed...he likes it in his belly button. He likes the pain and he likes
the death."

Aoi leaned up on his pillow, "Don't forget the killing. I like the killing
others too."  He faked a fake sword thrust, "Right in their belly button
navel gut holes too."

"He's crazy," You whispered to Meo, "I say we leave too."

Meo puffed, "I...I don't know."

Aoi got out of bed totally naked, dripping cum, lively and white and
thick. He made a fist, "We killed all their Ninjas and I killed their
Samurai. We can do it."

You turned to him, "They killed Feng and he was the best of all. We can't
hope to defeat them..."




"Well you can run, I don't blame you," Aoi said and strapped on his loin
cloth as he spoke and stood up, "I will kill all the bastards."

"And they will come and kill us anyway after they kill you!"  You yelled at
him. Aoi just shrugged. "I know what's wrong with you, I really do. What is
it is that you can't face the fact that three of my brothers are dead
because of you and you were unable to stop them from being slain!"

Aoi took out his knife and came up to You pushing him against the door with
the knife at You's belly button. "Look you! I'd as soon as kill you as look
at you! Understand!? S o stay out of my way!"  You felt the cold knife in
his warm belly button. He got hard without trying. His dick sprang
up. Touching Aoi's wrist. His stomach sucked in, You gulped. Alexi and Sun
jumped up out of the other side of the bed. They stood panting. Meo looked
breathless. Aoi looked into You's eyes, "You, you get it, so you just stay
out of it. You, you, get it you?"  He laughed and took the knife away much
to You's disappointment and relief. You felt his stomach suck out again.
You found himself unable to say what he wanted as Aoi kissed him on the
lips, first easily, then deeply in every way. You felt the knife on his
lower belly flat side up. It made him wet as Aoi leaned his hands on the
door and You put his hands on Aoi's bare back. The other brothers relaxed.

You parted after a long, long time, "You, Dark One, are crazy. They will
kill you."

"But not You," Aoi smiled, "I want all of you to get outta town. And I mean
far out. You'll find...oh, I don't know, but you'll find safety out
there...I'm sure...and just you know..."  He stopped at the open door, his
back sweating.  "I know I've failed them...them and all of you. No more of
you brothers should die...and that...that's not a joke."

You picked up a pouch, "Do you...do you want some apple cider?D

"Naw, I fight...on a empty stomach...that way when it gets jabbed...nothing
comes out that I think'll go to waste..."  He laughed. "Live long...all of
you."  He smiled and left, closing the door.  He called back, "And don't
follow me...I'll hear you coming and tie you down..."

The brothers looked at each other. No one knew what to do.

In the taken over monastery, which now housed the gambling of PhatMan and
Kon, Kon, now older and even more buff, watched three Japanese men sit on
their knees. Takeshi, Nagisha, and Kano were on their knees and in only
white loin cloths. Infront of them were swords. Behind each of them were
three Japanese page boys, about 16. They wore loin cloths also. They held
short swords. PhatMan, the only non Asian and hairy, was in a large
throne. He looked bored.  Kon smiled, "You three continually tried to kill
the brothers and failed."

Takeshi said, "But we did kill them."

"They live," Kon snapped, "And it is not up for discussion. You know what
you have to do. All your ninja and samurai are slain. And you three still
live."


Takeshi nodded acknowledgment. So did Kano and Nagisha. Each Japanese man
lifted the sword in front of them.  They poised it over their abdominal
muscle. Just left to the belly button. But Kano hesitated and then put the
sword point into his n avel. No one yet pressed.  "Do it!"  Phat Man
yelled, "Cowards, do it!"



Takeshi did. He performed seppuku. He put the sword to his bowels and stuck
them in and he made his face seem impassive. His sweat told the story
though. His forehead showed beads of sweat. His whole body became slick. He
shook but controlled it. He stuck his sword in some more. His page boy
looked impassive also and got behind him, sword in hand, ready to behead
him if need be. Takeshi's lip quivered. He stopped his sword moving. Then
he moved it after 30 seconds. His page boy sweated, wondering,
hoping...would he have to cut his master's head off? The sword moved zigzag
through the bowels from one side to the other, from upper hip to upper hip
on the other side, ever so slowly moving downwards from just to the right
of the navel.  His shoulders shook but otherwise he remained in control of
his shivering. The room was filled with the sounds of reverse stitching, a
sometimes crunching along, the sounds of flesh being slowly unstitched.

Kon smiled. PhatMan moved out of his throne and moved upward. He stood up
and smiled. A younger boy, Kon's brother, was here also. He actually came
out of one of the white walled hallways to watch. Kon bid him closer, "Come
son, come watch this. You will enjoy."  Kon's son was Chinese too and with
a baby face but with some features of a mature man amid the baby
cheeks. Kon's son was now 14.  "Oni, it is time you get initiated in such
things..."  Oni had a smooth, not undeveloped belly but it had some baby
fat there, but it was not bulgy or fat, and had a smooth unhairy look about
it. Yet there was some meat there. And a sort of tucked up innie belly
button with some qualities of an outtie too. But mostly a tucked up
innie. Kon had Oni when he was barely 16 years old but rather than making
Kon gentler, the birth of his on made him more vicious and protective, thus
Oni was only about four years old when Kon killed Meo's brothers Eacho and
Chi and had kidnaped Aso. Kon had been 19 then and was now about 28.

Oni watched, impassive as Kano stabbed himself right in his navel but
stopped. Oni moved to his father's side but Kon got behind Oni and put his
hands on the boy's bare shoulders, proud of him. Similarly, Kano's page boy
got behind him, kneeling. This page boy was entirely bald. He got behind
and put his hands around the sword hilt of the point that was in Kano's
bare belly. It was not yet in. The page boy gasped, "Do it, master, gut
yourself...or I will..."  Kano nodded and looked down and then up and then
down again. As he went down again, he shut his eyes and sucked in air and
shoved both hands onto the hilt and inward all at once. The page boy
smiled. His master would come through. The sword shov ed in. The page boy
held his master's bare arms and then up to his shoulders to hold the
struggling muscle man. "HO! HO! HO!"  Kano said as he shoved. The page boy
looked over his master's shoulder to see the blade going into the pressured
belly. He got it in his belly as the force Kano used stabbed out his back
and bid the point pressure into the softer page boy belly. Smooth flesh got
punctured...navel wall gone.




Behind Kano, the page boy screamed and also said, "HOHOHO!
Ohhhhhhhhhfffffahaunngggnugnugnug...nug...gahhhhffrturunt!"

Oni smiled as he circled the three who were stabbing themselves. The page
boy of Takeshi held his blade aloft. Takeshi's body slumped, his still
heaving chest moving, his hands struggling to stay attached to the hilt but
failing. His arms went gimp and fell, hands to floor. The page boy cut his
head off and Oni, behind the page boy, grabbed the boy, arm around chest
from behind and put the knife he whipped out, into the page boy's bare
turtle head outtie belly button. Oni laughed, "This a good initiation
enough, father?"  Kon nodded as the page boy turned, sword still in hand
and tried to lift it to stab Oni but Oni jerked the knife in harder, "HUH!"
Oni mocked the page boy's gasping of HUH. The other page boy was stabbed by
Kano as Kano stabbed. No one who watched knew if Kano did this by mistake
or if Kano wanted to t ake his page boy with him. It was rumored they were
lovers and if so, Kano perhaps didn't want to leave this world without the
luscious good looking page boy with the bald head. The page boy locked by
Oni's knife had silky hair tied in three small pop up pigtails. Tied in
bands. Oni jerked the knife in so much it was no longer visible but the
sword the page boy held, fell with a clang. Two page boys were dying now,
in pain and with belly tunnel pain, throbbing, throbbing like their dicks
were. The one behind Kano had unraveled his own loin cloth quickly before
he knew he would die and his dick flat out against Kano's bare lower back,
grew to dizzying heights. It spat and the shooting resulting load
fountained up Kano's slick back, wet with sweat, now wet with boycum. The
two sagged eventually and died in a sort of half upright, half sitting,
half fall locked by the sword in their guts. The point was seen out the
page boy's bare bony and lower back. Before he expired, the page boy felt
something in his navel and behind it, give in to the harder sword, but not
without trying to fight back. That something edged by the sword and bumped
by it, was cut by it and vanished into himself, pushing other somethings in
him out of the way. And he could not believe how good it felt. How much it
added to his orgasm that spermed up Kano's lovely back.




The remaining page boy looked at Nagisha, who successfully committed
seppuku wit h the loudest sounds of reverse stitching, flesh being parted
from itself. Nagisha fell forward onto his sword kneeling, his upper body
over the entire sword and the point sticking out his back. He was not sure
what to do. He saw Oni discard his friend's body and watch it fall. Oni's
face, with pleasure, watched the page boy kick and roll a bit. Then the
page boy died. The last one was unsure what to do. He looked at them
all. Kon nodded. Oni ran at him but the page boy had a sword and waved it
at Oni. Oni dove feet first at the page boy and hit the page boy's
chest. Knocking him to the floor. The page boy scrambled to recover, for he
did not drop his sword. He sat up and started to get up, unbending his
torso from his upper body. That was when Oni reached forward from his
sitting up position and stabbed him, knife point into navel. Oni let loose
a cry of victory as the page boy let loose a cry of defeat. Oni had his
hair tied back in a pony tail, a long pony tail. Now it fell loose as when
he stabbed this last page boy, his head jerked so much the band came
out. Kicking his legs out from under him and giving a kick to the page
boy's upper body again so that the stabbed boy would fall back down, he
recovered his band and began to tie his lovely black hair up again as he
watched the page boy's suffering. The kick caused the page boy some pain
too but it was the knife pain in his guts that hurt. Burned. Oni bent
 over and stabbed him again. And then left the knife there. The page boy
pulled it out. Oni pulled it from his hand before it could fall again,
"These Nipponese...give them a gift and they disgrace you by returning it
or dropping it to the floor for no good reason. TAKE IT BACK!"  He
restabbed the page boy, who gasped.

"Please no more! Let me go! Release me!"  The page boy gasped and fell back
with one last huff of pain. He kicked and died.

Oni pulled out. He wiped his blade on the boy's loin cloth and put it back
in his loin cloth, "I like that."

Kon nodded.  Oni came to his father and showed him the knife. Phat Man got
up and Kon put his arm around the boy, then put the boy infront of him and
his hands on the bony shoulders. "He has trained well."

"As have I," Aso came forth, "And I have witnessed the failings of these
foreigners. I am your oldest...am I not?"

Kon gulped, "You? You are ...also trained well."

Oni smiled, "We have trained together father, under your care."

"I know you have lied to me, father," Aso smiled, "That I am some street
rat you took in..."

Phat Man came to Aso and put his hands on the boy's bare back, "Why not
send this one to kill the brothers? He is, surely, more than capable
of20it?"

"Yes," Kon said, "I am sure he is. That's an excellent idea."  Kon laughed
as the irony of it overtook him. Aso was the kidnaped brother of Meo and
the others. "I am sure he can even best the Dark One."

"Yes," Phat Man said.

Oni looked up at Kon from below, "I can too father, I can."  He broke free
of Kon's grasp and turned to him, "Let me do it."  He put the knife in the
air.

Kon was about to say no but Phat Man stepped in between, "Yes, I will say
you can. I think sending them both to slay the brothers and the Dark One is
an excellent idea. Let them try together."

Oni looked maliciously at Aso, who raised an eyebrow back at him. Then
smiled. A spear man came in, "You won't have to wait. The Dark One's come
to us!"

"He's mine!"  Oni said and rushed out with a sword he picked up from the
floor and his knife.

Aso picked up a sword also and a spear, "So he thinks!"




Outside, Aoi was blocking the spears of Kon's warriors who were attacking
him. There were ten of them and Aoi quickly stabbed one in the gut with his
sword in one hand and thrust his other sword around the air at the spears
of others. They tried to reach under his sword but Aoi pulled his other
sword out of20the one he just stabbed. The guy grabbed at his severe belly
wound and bounced to the ground, holding it with both hands, his own sword
hilt in the mix.  He fell back onto his upper back with his legs still bent
and he thrust his upper body back up to no avail. He fell finally, yelling
through grit teeth. Aoi ignored him and blocked and blocked. He reached his
swords out far and the spearman nearest him, ducked far back, bending
backwards.  Aoi swiveled his sword into the man's belly and kept it
swiveling there while with the other sword he jabbed out and hit the belly
of a man who tried to rush past this one. The one who was getting his guts
swiveled tried to stand up and found himself jerking backward. He jerked
back and the swivel sword unscrewed out of him. He moaned loudly and fell
onto his back, rolled over in pain, yelling, rolled again onto his back and
then decided to try to hold it all together on his belly, so he rolled over
again. He lost his fight with his own guts. In seconds his body was
still. Aoi pulled out and moved around in a circle, putting his sword
through two more spearmen. They fell onto a third and Aoi rounded on him,
stabbed him in the back.

Oni reached him, "Don't you have any conscience. Stabbin in the back?"

Aoi stabbed out and with his other sword just reached out as spear man
jumped off a high rock at him. Aoi stabbed the guy in his belly in the air
and the gu y fell onto the sword. As he fell, Aoi caught his spear in his
hand with the sword, threw it and it flew at Oni, who ducked. Oni ducked
but a spearman behind him got the spear in his guts and out his back,
fully. The spear fell to the ground, free. So did the spearman. Aoi
finished all ten spearmen and moved closer to the monastery, ignoring
Oni. He moved zigzag as Aso ran at him. Aoi turned after blocking Aso's
sword and spear, "AHAHAHAHAHA! HA!!"  Aso puffed, on his butt. He gathered
himself as Aoi faced Oni, "Conscience, little boy, is what feels bad when
everything else feels sooo good!"  As he said this, he moved right at Oni,
thrusting both swords together in one point into Oni's belly button.

Oni tried to block but Aoi used his shoulders to hit Oni's elbows out of
the way, shrugging on one side and the other. He had his own elbows out and
then soon Aso saw the elbows move upward as the sword thrust into Oni's
ample belly! Aoi put both swords into one hand, "Everything else..."  He
used his free hand to feel up Oni's soft skin around his navel, down his
sides, and under his loin cloth. "Soooo gooduhhhh!"

Aso came up behind Aoi and pointed his spear at Aoi's back using both
hands, putting his sword in his belt.

Oni gasped, "no, you can't do this..."

Aoi smiled, "It don e, brat boy. You done for..."

Oni struggled to pull free but the swords curved through is belly and out
his upper back wings. He gasped.




Kon reached the doors out, "NOOOOOO!"  He saw this. PhatMan behind him,
smiled. Kon turned, "This was your doing."  PhatMan shrugged.

"Use my men, your men, our men," PhatMan yawned and walked back inside,
"And leave me to rest. Take care of this little problem and let me tend to
the gambling services within."

Aso reached Aoi's back but a split second before he plunged the spear head,
a silvery point, into Aoi's back, the Dark One ducked all the way down,
hitting the dirt, back first, his legs under and in between Oni's spread
apart legs. Aso's spear point severed Oni's belly like fish, making a big
slit, the silver spearhead vanishing into Oni's bare belly, upper and lower
abs all covered by this thick spearhead, the middle cut totally. Aso opened
his eyes and saw Oni's front and face instead of the back of Aoi's head. He
looked down and saw Aoi there, the Dark One on his back, under him. Aoi
waved, "Hi there."  He punched up and hit Aso's dick with his fist. As Aso
bellowed and fell over, bent, Kon yelled, "NO," again. And Aoi stood up,
tended the spear Aso bent down with by pulling it out of Aso's hands, and
making it more level, this move causing Oni more pain to moan to.

Oni sucked air. "Ahhhh, ahhh, ahhh! Ohhhhh! You got me good!"

"Yeah, I did," Aoi said, "This is no game. It is serious. You thought you
were good. And you were right. You were. Only I was better. Ahh hell..."
He shoved the spear in some more and twisted, "Maybe I'm wrong."

Oni gulped, "You mean? I..I better? How can that be?"  He winced.

"No, I mean, maybe it is a game."  Aoi pulled the spear out and ripped
it. Oni flew back and landed on his butt. His body jerked up as if Oni
tried to get up, like the spearman before him.

Kon ran to Oni's body as Oni struggled, "My son!"  He got under him,
getting knocked about a bit as Oni's involuntary movements hit over him
like a wave of pain and pleasure, "My son! My only son!"

As Aso stood up, Aoi looked at him. Aso heard that. Aoi nodded, "He
lies. He lies to all. You not his real son?"

"I...I know not who I am," Aso said, "But I know you will die."

"By you?"

>From cradling his son's dying body, Kon yelled, "NO! BY THEM! Dark one
from hell! THEY WILL SEND YOU BACK THERE!"

Oni's body huffed and the struggling stopped and
 he went limp in Kon's arms, somewhat stiff at first, then totally
limp. His belly curled up. Kon cried. Aoi turned to see many, many warriors
behind Aso, rushing at him! All Chinese, these were the gambling warriors,
many looking older than him.




There was Sheng who was thick faced and bodied, with lean stomach, muscled
shoulders but a shorter look than most. He had long sideburns down his
head, which was graced with a four laced headband, the top of which had
three long pieces of hair tangled together. He wore a red vest which had
half sleeves tied with golden laces over his neck area and low, low on his
belly area. His navel was free to be seen and he wore black pants and cloth
shoes. He also had on wrist bands of gold.

Cheh has almost American Indian looks but he was all Chinese. He had a sort
of flat face with distinctive if small nose and thick lips, the wisp of a
moustache and his hair was all one thick straight down black affair---with
thick bangs all over his face and sides of his head. The hair was long but
not as long as others, just past his neck on the sides and the back. He had
on black pants and boots and was muscled. And a big infectious smile on his
nice mouth.

Lu Eng has thick eyebrows and wears an orange cushion style vest,
sleeveless with crisscrosses of thin black lines over it and a black belt
low over his dick area. His belly, like all of them was bare to the
world. He had two lon g braids down his back, each tied and turned in a
twist. His face was cold looking and he too had long sideburns. And a thick
belly and chest.

Iiang has a longer braid, which he sported over his shoulder and he wore
only white shorts. He had in his hands a tonfa, a long cross like weapon
with its ends all in sharp points. He was more masculine looking, tightly
put together and with a stern determined but honorable-like face, small
nose but which stood out a bit from his rounded chin.

Shaw has one pig tail, short. He was smaller than some of the others too
but not the shortest. He wore black shorts and boots only. He has a
youthful face like a kid but not really a baby face. As if he were someone
on the verge of becoming a man. He bangs also. The shortest was Nacha who
sported a golden ring as his weapon of choice. He wore what looked like a
leopard skin loin cloth. And he had thick arms and legs, a well toned
belly. The one with the baby face of baby faces was the one called Heng,
who was nicknamed Cuty Pie. Skinny to a fault and one of the tallest ones,
he wore a blue short cut shirt to reveal his belly and his nipples. He had
a pony tail up that looked like a horse's tail. A pug nose and high
cheekbones with long chin made him look cute and not unhandsome. He had
double axes with points on the end of their staffs. There were others. Kwan
has high cheek bones also but was more serious and tallest and hi s button,
which used to be a big outtie, was now a scarred innie. Aoi wondered
why. Another, Kuai, had a skinny face too and a dorky look.

But the most muscled was the average sized Lo Mang. He sported gold arm
bands, a shoulder piece, gauntlets, and his hair tied up, with longer bits
hanging in back in two more pony tails. He wore a wraparound tunic on his
lower torso and nothing but his shoulder pieces on his neck area. His
absolutely stunning and perfect body caught Aoi's attention right away. In
fact, Aoi lost his breath and thought, "Oh what it would be like to be gut
hole stabbed by him!"

Aso turned to them, "He's mine!"

Kon yelled, "NO! KILL THE DARK ONE NOW! ALL OF YOU, KILL HIM!!!!"

TO BE CONTINUED...