Date: Sun, 17 Aug 2008 08:39:57 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO 107

"Previously on Trio..."

His memory almost fully lost in the time tunnel accident that separated him
from Sole, Pa're, and Wiz, Aoi is caught up in a Chinese area of the
Violenza land. In a fight against gambling rulers and their warriors from
Japan and China, Aoi backed a group of farmer brother who had their
youngest kidnaped by Kon a long time ago. Kon made the stolen brother think
Kon was his father and Oni his brother. As for the finale battle, Aoi
killed Kwan. Sun killed Cheh. Sun killed Iiang. Sheng used his feet knives
to kill You who held Sheng in place so that the other brothers--Meo, Alexi
and Sun could kill Sheng. Sun killed Heng and Kuai on the ground after a
wrestle but seriously wounded, Sun was slain finally by Lu Eng.  And in
other news, Nacha wounds Alexi on his ring but Alexi kills Nacha. Alexi is
finished off by Shaw, who seems to have been forgotten about by everyone
including the writer! Meo kills all the gold men and knife boys in the
dinner room/throne room area but Aso kills Meo up against a pole. Not
before Meo can make Aso understand that they are brothers. Kon also had a
hand in killing Meo. Aoi kills many spear, knife, and karate boys but is
severely wounded by some and Lo Mang. Meo tells Aso he forgives him and
then Meo dies. Kon attacks Aso from behind by a dying and nearly slain and
torn apart Aoi threw Aso a spear. Aso kills Kon but Lo Mang spears Aso from
behind and helped by Lu Eng they l eave Kon dead and Aso is dying....in the
meantime in a totally unrelated story line, Nolo escapes the arena he once
ran where the gladiator boys were endlessly torturing him using magic
knives and other weapons, thus TRIO 106 was called NOLO'S ESCAPE.

"And now on Trio..."

TRIO 107

"Last time, or rather the last time before last time as last time was
NOLO'S ESCAPE, as you may or may not recall or care, we left Aoi seriously
dead and all his friends were dead too....Aso as it turns out, was not one
of his friends..."

Aoi picked up his head, "Now, I...gughhh, now I won't have to worry about
food no more or eating ...or drinking no apple cider..."  His face fell and
he died.


Aso had a spear in his hands and he let it go. That spear as it turned out
was plunged by him into Kon, the man who once kidnaped him as a very young
child, after killing two of his brothers. He also held a spear in his back,
sported it out his own belly button, which was severely mangled, and that
spear went out and was embedded, also, in Kon's belly. Kon was a heavily
muscled guy and the spears were in deep. Aso dropped the one but it stayed
in place. The end jutted into him as he grabbed both sides of the throne
chair and pushed. He moved his body off the spear and felt every inch as it
slowly moved through him, end out toward belly. He effectively tore him
self off it and yelling he jerked down, gasping and moaning loudly as he
fell onto his back and then rolled over. He saw Aoi, dead on the ground,
having pulled himself off the wall and throwing his spear over to Aso
himself to save Aso from a sneak attack by Kon. To think Aso thought, I
once considered him a father. Aso pushed himself up on his palms. He felt
his feet make move to go to Aoi. Aso reached down to his thong. Anyone
watching would have thought this was not the time. But it was. He reached
in and took out a small brown leather pouch sewn to hold its content. He
fell forward again. "OHHHHHWWW!"  He knew there wasn't much time. He
managed to get up again and this time crawl toward Aoi's body. Aoi hugged
the marble floor. Aso had to crawl over so many dead bodies, it felt
somehow warm and yet cold at the same time. He thought he heard Aoi's last
words being, "Now I won't have to worry no more about food or drinking
apple cider."  Aso crawled over to Aoi's prone body. He grabbed Aoi's
shoulders and gasping all the time in incredible pain, he managed to grab
the shoulders and turn Aoi over. Aso felt himself ready to collapse but he
managed to pour the contents of his pouch over Aoi's belly. The powder
filled Aoi's wound. Aso waited. He dropped the pouch on Aoi's belly. He
groaned.

In the entranceway, Lo Mang and Lu Eng moved over to
 Shaw who came from a hallway. Lo Mang asked, "Shaw? Where you been?"

"Killing him," Shaw pointed to the dead Alexi. "We have slaves. We will
have them take them away and burn them all."

"You fool us?"  Lo Mang said, "You were just waiting for all of us to kill
each other so you'd be left with the entire gambling profits and club."

"Is that a crime? So? I admit it," Shaw said, "Now we know who is best. Us
three. We shall share in the gambling syndicate and take over the entire
town, all the farms. All the people. They will work for us who work for
Phat Man and all who pass by this area will fall prey to our
ambitions. Spending their money."

"We have a lot of work to do," Lo Mang nodded, "Besides all that..."

"Let's get busy," Lu Eng nodded, "Only we three and Phat Man survive."

Aoi's head picked up. He looked down at his belly. "Huh? I thought I
wouldn't have worry about an empty stomach. And mine is empty..was full of
metal and wood though...what?"

Aso held up the pouch, reaching across Aoi's bare, now healed belly. "Not
enough..."

"Feng's healing powder?"

"That's right. I stole..."  A new wave of pain inched from his wound in his
gut, CStole....humpffh... stole from a cave. Didn't want war so took only a
little. Feng never noticed or he didn't care. Only enough for one of us..."
Aso's head fell now and he gasped a long, loud gasp and died.

Aoi looked at him, still weak. He swallowed. "So now all of the brothers
are dead. Well, I will avenge your deaths, don't you worry about that."
Just then a strange vortex opened up and out stepped a man in a lavender
robe. Asian. Slender, not tall, a slight goatee on his chin but not
much. Naked under robe.  "...Wellll hellloooo, angel..."


"I am Feng. I will help you."

"You?"  Aoi was helped up by strong hands and found a strong arm put around
his back and hand on his side under his opposite arm. "You're Feng?
Couldn't you have appeared a little sooner so...hey, you, you trained the
brothers?"

"Yes and you...I do not appear to help in battles. Not usually. I am not
also allowed..."

"Gosh, someone tells you what to do?"

Feng smiled, "It does not always work that way. I answer to higher
powers...come, I will train you...again."

"Oh," Aoi said, "Again?"  The vortex opened up and Feng stepped into it
with Aoi, "Wait a minute, what do you mean again?"  And with that the
vortex folded up and took them=2 0to Feng's castle.

Cue lots of boring training sequences with Feng training Aoi. Aoi working
out over a well, doing push ups with rocks for weight on his back. A deep
well. Aoi spread eagling his legs in a split, toes up. A wooden cylinder
with wooden arms around it circling around to hit Aoi's stomach and chest
so he could try to block it. Carrying buckets of water on his shoulders
using a wooden reed, then just the buckets on each shoulder! Feng hitting
Aoi's abs with "knife" hands.

Aoi stopped to eat with him after awhile. "So my name is Aoi?"

"That much I can tell you. Yes. You are one of a Trio of
beings. Sole. Pare. Don't you remember?"

"I don't know. I think I will remember when...when I slay the rest...Lu
Eng, Lo Mang, Shaw, Phat Man..."

"Revenge is jealous woman..."

"I never did like women," Aoi smiled as he ate an apple after his main
meal.

 "I mean do not do it just for revenge."

"Okay, if you say so," Aoi shrugged. They sat on pillows in a castle.

That night in a lavish bed, Aoi laid his head on the pillow and couldn't
sleep. Sole. Flashes of yellow hair. Big Dick. Nice
body. Spear. Pa're. Dark Skin. "He the Dark One maybe? Not me?"
Accent. Puerto Rican? Cuban? Swords. Dying with him. Protection=2 0of
little kids, innocent ones.  The Boy. Wiz. The Seer. Simon. Nolo. Flashes
of faces, bodies, protecting babies, children, old people,
defenseless. Indian boy. Gladiators. Witch. American Indian monster.


The next morning, Aoi looked around. How long had he been training? A week?
A month? A year? He wasn't sure. He knew he was sick of it. He needed to
get back and finish what he had to do: the death of the gambler warriors
and Phat Man. He knew that he could not get it in the button now. Maybe
some day...death was not an option until those who killed the brothers had
died. Memories of Pare, Sole, and others came back but very, very
slowly. He had a conversation with Feng.

"I don't understand. If you can make the powder..."

"I can't make it."

"Then what?"

"I bought it. I cannot get any more. And even if I could..."

"Even if, what?"

"It does not always work. It does not always...it is not always allowed. No
matter how much we want it."

"It's time, isn't it?"

"I believe you are ready."

"Or as ready as I ever will be?"

"I'll take two long knives, that's all."

"You go for revenge?"

"Maybe."  Aoi said, "Maybe. But maybe for who I am.
 For what I believe in. And this time, I will not put my own wants and
desires before what is right for others."

"That town has good people who need you. People who will be used. Who's
children will be used as future warriors or ...or slaves. Those who will
not be will be little more than slaves anyway, working in the farms,
working for the money, and using their land to either make more gambling
centers or to have food to give to the gamblers."

"Then it's time," Aoi said and walked to a wall of exotic weapons, "Just
two long knives..."

"Tomorrow then?"


"No, now..."  Aoi said. He turned around. He was there. "Feng?"  Aoi looked
surprised. He was at the monastery but it looked a little different. There
were no guards. People were going in ready to gamble. Aoi didn't realize it
but his hair was now tied up into a knot on his head, it looked as though
he had short hair. Additionally, Aoi was shirtless when he left but now he
had on a white short sleeve shirt, open with the buttons off. It was also
short cut a bit and revealed his quivering belly....quivering for he
anticipation of stabbing someone in the gut. He put the knives long ways up
his arms so as to hide them and the crowd was such that he could move along
with it and get inside without any problems. No one questioned him. No one
noticed him.
 No one even seemed to see him. But he was there. He smelled the smell of
the monastery. He thought it smelled as though it had been washed of all
the blood and the bodies were, of course, gone. Aoi smiled, knowing Feng
knew he was ready and the surprise of his being here changed to one of
utter glee. His eyes were wide, knowing he would do what he had to do.

He was surprised that no one even noticed his dark skin. At least until the
crowd, once inside, parted.

Two large men with open shirts came toward him. They had open white shirts
and they moved at him with speed. He recognized them. Lu Eng and Lo
Mang. "The cowards," Aoi said. They obviously didn't recognize him. He had
his head down. To them he looked like a Chinese boy instead of a
Filipino. Aoi didn't know this.

Lu Eng said, "Only patrons come in here this way...slave boys to the rear
of the temple..."

Aoi looked at them, lifting his head, wide eyed. His mouth snarled at them,
"You killed the brothers and me! Now you pay!"  He lifted both knives and
the points were sticking downward out of the sides of his pinkie side of
his hands. He arched the knives downward toward their middles. The knives
went down fast and the two warriors, who had given him so much trouble,
went down with them. They buckled and fell back but Aoi didn't let them
go. He followed their falling backward and stabbed those points down into
th eir belly buttons. The two yelled, made wide Os with their mouths and as
their bellies caved in with the knives arching down, they knew it was over
for them. The blades found their intestines and Aoi removed the blades with
a loud meaty sound. Lo Mang fell forward but Aoi snarled and let him fall
past, stuck the knife, expertly whirling it into position in Lo Mang's
belly button but this time on an upper angle and ripped it out again. Lo
Mang huffed loudly and grappled with his navel mess before falling to the
ground with a loud thud and one last gasping pain of air. Aoi watched as Lu
Eng moved backward but then stumbled. Around them, the patrons panicked and
began to run out, past Aoi and out the doors they just entered. The palace
that was filled was soon empty of everyone. Aoi saw Lu Eng moved forward
and apparently trying to grab Aoi's upper arm. "Got to be kidding, you dead
already."  Aoi lunged the knife upward from underneath and knifed into the
belly button that seemed to wait for him. He arched it upward and ripped,
took it out as Lu Eng reacted to that move with jerking pains of loud
screams, and Aoi then put it straight on in. "As Peter Pan would say,
straight on till mourning. Though I forgot no one will be mourning you, Lu
Eng! You die!"  Aoi pulled it out and Lu Eng fell onto his shoulder but Aoi
shoved his shoulder in Lu Eng's face and Lu Eng gawked and fell away from
it, trying to hold his be lly liquids in. He failed and fell in a splatt.

Aoi ran through the palace and toward the courtyard. The whole thing had
been transformed into a gambling den now and it had tables and roulette
wheels, dice corners. "Come to me, Shaw and Phat Man. You are the only ones
left. Don't be as cowardly as they who went to their own private hells
before you!"


Phat Man's voice echoed out, "Only ones left?"

Aoi heard footsteps. From every corner of the palace, came boys. They wore
loin cloths, some wore nothing, some wore thongs, some wore only codpieces,
some wore fig leaves, some wore literally rags. They were all Asian, most
Chinese, a few Japanese. They all had smooth skin, tight bodies, no fat
with some exceptions, and black hair, some long, some short, some bald.
Most held knives, some two, some one, some held spears, long wooden thin
ones with barely a spearhead but a thin point. A few had swords, some long
swords, some short swords. And a few had thin sabers.

Aoi looked, unfazed by the amount of boys that came out. One boy laughed
and joked and put his arms out, enticing Aoi to come and stab him, as
though he knew his side would win by the sheer amount of their numbers. Aoi
stabbed him first, "Right in the belly button!"  Both Aoi and this boy said
this. Both were in awe he got it there, "Right in DA belly button!"

"Huh?" This boy0s companion who only seconds ago was making fun also, had
his arms up making biceps, posing like a body builder. He was taken by
surprise too, so Aoi stabbed him and forgot about him as he fell to the
ground.


Five more came at Aoi, desperate to stop him, to prove themselves. To have
their first orgasm over his dying, quivering, throbbing body. One threw
himself, chest out as Aoi, knife raised. First mistake. Aoi stabbed his
left hand at the boy's belly, the knife heading in before the hand met
belly. Aoi pulled out, this boy fell by him, Aoi shouldering him away,
moving onto the other four who threw themselves at him. Wildly more and
more boys came at Aoi, seemingly at the same time, yet none of them
withstood him and soon none of them would stand. Their dicks stood if they
were landed on their backs, if on their bereaved bellies, their dicks
smushed into the marble floor and spat there. Aoi ignored it all, he didn't
even get hard this time. He was unthinking as he slaughtered the first five
all in their belly buttons. With yells, the boys continued to throw
themselves at him, this first wave having mostly only knives in their hands
or hand as the case may be. Aoi kept moving as though he were dancing with
them, which he was. A dance of death. Finishing off for each Chinese boy in
their own private jig of jisum. Smooth, clean bellies came at Aoi. Many
boys began to strip their button shirts which were open anyway, off. They
sweated. Those=2 0on the outskirts of the fighting, moved back to ready
themselves. Aoi made his way through the crowd of boys who he slew. He
moved past the entrance throne area and moved through the courtyard. He
tossed his body aside as one boy threw himself at him, Aoi elbowed the
kid's bony back and sent the kid flying into the roulette wheel, belly
first. Belly onto the stakes on the wheel as the kid slid across the table
first. Aoi stabbed another kid who came at him and the kid moved back. Aoi
used his hand to double grab his own knife and the kid's knife, tossing it
at the back of the kid on the roulette wheel pinning him to it. Aoi was
wide eyed but he had time for a joke or two, "I'm a winner! He's a loser!
You all are! You lose! Your belly innards! That's what you lose!"  As he
said this, each syllable punctuated by punctured belly meat, the sounds of
which pleased Aoi. As he tore into them, he noticed the sounds they
made. Different ones to the sounds they gawked out as he moved the knife
that went in the same way. Once in awhile it sounded the same. In and out
sounds, different yet the same sometimes. He noted how they even sounded
like his sounds that issued forth from him as he stuck them. A winning
sound. A victory sound. Sometimes the same. Aoi could go on like this
forever: stabbing belly buttons.

A thousand young bad dudes. "Makenin' 'em suffer...steel deep and nasty in
the belly." C2 Aoi stabbed knives into two different belly buttons and
shoved hard up them as they leaned up and over the knives, trying to get
closer or perhaps from the rushing in, "Hehe!"

More ran at him. He stabbed them quickly and withdrew blades. "Wait your
turn! I only hold but

two knives, 1000 boys, two knives, what's a good guy like me to do!
Hahaha!"

"Hehe..like these odds.....these boys gonna die at the blades of a
master...I'll carve 'em up for the time of their lives.."

Indeed, the boys fell and cam. The boys leaned on walls and pulled their
respective shorts, thongs, and loin cloths down as they leaned. A row of
three boys rolled their eyes up as they felt the pain burn deep in their
guts and the dick pointedly burn out in a fiery fashion. Hands to shafts,
they egged themselves on. Testicles emptied.  The sounds of "Oh yeah!"
echoed through the courtyard as Aoi stabbed and stabbed and boys leaned on
walls, trees from the garden or just landed on their backs and began their
long agony of masturbating in a frenzy!

"Hehe..your short lives reach a premature conclusion as my steel
finds.. and sinks..into your lovely smooth bellies and navels!"

They die screaming...and aroused..  "Hehe" Aoi saw the others back off a
bit and the fighting paused. He was sweating. Fighting this many he had to
take stock, he coul dn't waver for a second or let up his senses. He knew
where they all were. One jumped from a tree, another from a hanging
garden. Aoi just put his arm straight out and the one that jumped from the
tree got impaled in the guts and flopped backward in the air and fell from
the air, hands to belly. The other who jumped from the hanging garden fell
at Aoi's back but Aoi stabbing yet another runner up, turned fast and
jabbed the knife under the belly button of the spread out kid who flew
through the air but fell straight downward at Aoi. Aoi got out from under
fast and held the knife in his hand, the one that he just unplugged from
the other kid and this one as well.  The thousand grew in number and became
more than a thousand.  They backed off.  One brave one flew at Aoi, knives
out. A spear boy behind him, watching his back, stepping forward too.

Aoi smiled, "The utter..total....massacre... of you all."

This made the brave one stop. Aoi stabbed him. Held the knife there and Aoi
looked over the brave one's shoulder, a bony thing with some brave meat on
it and muscle. Over the shoulder, Aoi winked at the spear boy who tried to
find his way to Aoi. "Why not plunge right through him?"

"He...he's my lover!"


"Oh please," Aoi moved back but kept the knife poisoning the brave one's
bellybutton and as he did the kid felt the burning pump into his guts,
puncturing anything in its way. As that happened, simultaneously the skin
on his dick shafted up to a full bone, slowly rising, seemingly stacking up
like a tower of cards building itself slowly.  "...I doubt either of you
has ever had your first orgasm yet under these cruel slave masters...go on
do it before you die!"  Aoi used his other knife to tear off the kid's
thong. The cold knife flashed and the dick felt it. This made the brave one
harder and dripping with pre cum, his dick rose up higher.

The brave on uttered his last word, "Humiliating."

The "lover" came around with the spear to watch, and he smiled and said,
"...and wonderfully satisfying."

"No!"  The brave one felt his pelvic thrust as he jammed up and up and
up. His dick spat and he dropped his own knives and grabbed at it, "But I
must!"  He make his ministrations to his shaft and fisted it in two
fists. Rubbing, twisting. Seemingly in sync with the pain Aoi's knife still
had in his guts.

Aoi watched the rest, circling, "Let em finish!"  As Aoi circled, the brave
one circled with him. And the spear boy "lover" seemed to circle too with
the spear pointed at Aoi's bare side.

The brave one did and Aoi removed his knife. The last shot was a huge one,
a volley that went high up and l anded on a kid's mouth. He lapped it up as
the brave one sank, slowly. Behind him, the spear boy waited and shoved his
spear at Aoi. Aoi back bent under it, making him get in close to the spear
boy, whom he stabbed in the guts as he stepped in a few steps to the
kid. The belly wiped out, Aoi rose back, snapped the spear in half in his
hands over his knee and tossed the pointed part into the kid who had the
cum of the brave one on his mouth.

"Hey I'm's a-gonna have a lot of fun, no doubt...THIS IS GREAT!!!!"

Phat Man was sitting on his bed with a little boy, his hands around the
kid's shoulders. Shaw ran in through the stone doors. "He...he....he can
wipe out an entire demographic segment of our trainees and new warrior
boys....the whole damned population of adolescent males!"

Phat Man dismissed the worried little boy who ran outside happy he did not
have to do anything with Phat Man. This would have been his first time and
he was not happy about it. Phat Man was not unpleasant to look at. He was
white and he put on his white robe which had Japanese symbols on it. "What
are you saying?"  He looked a lot like Michael O'Hearn on Earth
Prime. "Calm down."

"Lu Eng and Lo Mang are dead..."

Now Phat Man looked worried too, "Dead?"


"He did it. Just walked right
 up to them and stabbed em! HE. HE. HE!"  Shaw came up to him, "He's here!"
Shaw shook, "Bbbbbbback from the d--duh-duh-dah...dead!"

"Who?"

"The Dark One!"

"HUH? Dark One is back?!!!!"

"Heehee!"  Aoi tore through the crowd, bodies falling on top of each
other. "Excellent...love when the swordâ€`meat gets out all fetished up
and out of control....fear....yet...desire to get killed in that very
special way....that very special spot within..."  On each word Aoi stuck a
knife into some boy's eager belly.

Each word was followed by another display of quick moving and sportsman
ship, acrobatics, and fast steps. Moving past colored beads he was in the
former dining area/throne area now. It had been changed to a sort of
gambling restaurant. Each word was host to a boy dying. Aoi sliced across
one boy's stomach, "Hate it when I have to do that..."  He cut a boy's
stomach behind him who had tried to sneak up behind him.  "I..."  He
twisted in this kid. The kid looked at him and then didn't. "...don't" The
kid brought himself up again as the next pain wave hit as Aoi twisted and
shoved at the same time. "Like...."  The kid smiled and nodded.  "Stabbing
anywhere...."
  The kid nodded to him. His dick was up against Aoi's upper leg.
"...Other than the button! GOT IT? !!! I SEE YOU HAVE RIGHT IN YOUR FUCKING
BELLY BUTTON!"

"I do, I do, I DOOOOOOOOOOOO!"  The kid shut his eyes. His dick spat up
Aoi's muscled leg and then the kid was tossed aside as Aoi moved onto still
more attackers.

Grabbing his staff pole, Phat Man ran through the hallway with Shaw, "Get
the others. They are off duty but they can help too!"

"Yes," Shaw ran to a training open area out back surrounded by stone
walls. There trainees were shooting dice, practicing on each other (and a
few even got killed in their practice), and just hanging out. "All of you,
get a weapon! There is an enemy here. One we know well. I know...I know
well. It is now a chance..."  Shaw steeled himself, "For you all to prove
yourselves. Kill him and you will be rich beyond imaginings!"  The boys got
excited. Those who had weapons in hands already ran out the doors into the
monastery. Shaw waited there as boys found weapons or ran inside to find
weapons. He would do what he did before. Wait. Wait here. He'd be safe. He
trembled. "Back from the dead," he whispered to himself.  "But how?"

Now many of these trainees were wearing regular long pants. Some with
belts, some with tie string and ropes.C2 The boys anticipated getting
killed by this Aoi. They had heard of him before, how he bested almost 8 of
the best warriors.  Some wanted to slay him. Others as they joined the
battle, knew that Aoi would get them. They wanted it. They invited it. They
even pulled their pants down as far as they could to get maximum exposure
to make Aoi target their anxious, nervous belly buttons. Would they get it
there? Or someplace else? Or would they get a chance to best this Aoi? The
excitement was not knowing. And most didn't even know if they wanted to
kill or be killed!

Not all of the trainees arrived at Aoi's spot in the dining area. But as he
felled eight more boys to their orgasming first cum, Aoi waved at them,
"COME ON! JOIN THE PARTY! JUST C'MON AND GET ME!!!!!! AS IF YOU CAN!!!!"

To be continued...