Date: Thu, 21 Aug 2008 04:37:58 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO  111

PROLOG

"I KILLLLLLLLLLLL...."  Dahl shoves the spear down...

Pare taps him on the shoulder, "the ground?"

Dahl turned and held the spear sideways, "HUH?"  He hits Pare's side with
it and Pare folds.

"OWWW!"  Pare punches Dahl's jaw and fells him.  "That hurt! Damn it! I
don't...don't make me kill you."

Dahl looked up at him, "Ohhhh," he rubbed his jaw, "I think...you are too
fast...you may slay me now as you slew the others..."

Pare shook his head, "I don't think so...I just want to be..."  He puts his
hands out and Dahl looks at them and finally puts his arms out. Pare pulls
him up. Dahl recollects his spear, which fell and Pare watches him
carefully. "Friends?"

"I'm Ahh, Dahl."

"A doll? You certainly are," Pare rubbed Dahl's side, "A real cutie."

"Don't you have friends?"

"Two of them. Aoi. Sole. I just can't remember what they friggin look like
or...oh one's blond, I think that's Aoi. And the other is very Asian,
yellow or dark yellow or some shit like that. Sole. Or maybe I got it all
wrong. I don't even know ...Oh, I'm Pare...hi," Pare hugged Dahl tightly
and Dahl looked scar ed.

"Uh, Pare?"

"Yeah?"

"I can't breath."

"Well if the sacrifice was to be, I guess it was. What were you doing
coming here?"  Pare let go of Dahl but his dick was hard so he said, "Wait,
a bit more..."  And hugged Dahl closer to him. He squeezed.

"Custom?"


"Uh? Oh yeah, mine!"  Pare smiled. Finally they broke and Pare wet with pre
cum gulped, "Where the hell am I?"

"Come...."

"Close now..."

"I will show you..."

"Damn..."  Pare said as they soon walked to a large black stone ground area
and from this, they overlooked a very blue, very vast ocean. "Shit, I must
be far away from them."

The water sprang against the rock and splashed up at them. Salt covered
their bodies, making them slick and Pare grew harder again. "Shit, it just
went down..."  He looked down.

Dahl looked down at Pare too. "I...I never thanked you for ...for saving my
life...tell me the sacrifice above?"  As he asked, "Did it go as planned?"
he lowered his mouth to Pare's hips all the same taking down Pare's thin
leather loin cloth.

As Dahl's mouth ministered to Pare's dick, Pare leaned back a bit,
"I...uh..  ."  His head moved back and his hair hung loose there,
titillating his upper back, making even erogenous zones there tingle with
glee. "I, don't know what to say? I mean...uh...uhUHUHUHH, shit, you're
good!"

"Mmffphahfffff, muf peeeee. Pull, people,mffammmmmmm, good...."

Slurp slup.

"...know many things....and many ways..."

"So I see!"  Pare yelled as he cam into Dahl's mouth!

"Ohhhh," Dahl sat down and swallowed, "Yummmmm."

Pare sat next to him and then got behind him and put his dick up his ass,
pulling him up at the hips and Dahl cooperated, lifted up. Pare lifted him
up some more and jerked into him. "UHHHGGG!"

"Yeah! You're great up there! OWWWHA! MMMMMMM!"  Dahl lifted and lifted and
as he did so he jerked his fist around his own shaft again, having had his
own ropey loin thong pulled down by Pare. He felt his ass wet with sweat
and Pare's liquids.

TRIO 111: THE RETURN OF TRIO


Pare and Dahl finished looking at the ocean. "Damn. I'm sure my two friends
are on the other side of that ocean someplace."

Dahl shrugged, "We have never been to the other side. Only other islands."

"Did your people put up those Easter Island statues?"

"Yes," Dahl stood=2 0up, "We have sat here for too long. We must return.

Pare just sat there, with a piece of fern in his mouth, "This is good. Oh
must we return? Why?"

"The warrior class, the Matato'a, part of your cult...the Birdman
Cult. They have seized my people's village. They want the entire island
under warrior class."

"Oh can't we just forget them. And stay here and enjoy this sun and beach?"

Dahl just stared at him.

Pare laid back, "You see, there'll be all these questions and then there'll
be those who don't agree or believe the answers, lotsa killing and threats
and me getting all bloody and hurt and maybe wounded but belly gutting many
of the warriors....and...I don't know. Can't we just skip it?"

"You can remain here, MakeMaKe, but I must go..."

"Fine!"  Pare jumped up and brushed sand off him, "But if I go..."  Dahl
smiled and kissed Pare, who pushed him off but without any real passion in
doing so. "If I go...you will call me by my correct, my real name!"

"What is that, Makemake?"

"Pa're."

Dahl laughed.

"I don't...I don't see what's so ...so ...hey is that big oaf of a priest,
is he one of the warrior class?"

"Yes. He and the oth ers are Matato'a. They have conquered others and taken
them into their warrior class so that they grow."

"I'll make em grow," Pare bit his lip, "In other ways."


"Now my people are the last stronghold against them and we are not
much. The warrior Aruz had a son who is now helping us. To fight his
father. You see there are those among us, my brother who just died up
there, included, who believe we should join the warriors and there are
those who do not believe the gods want us to be ruled by war and violence."

"Wait a minute, you said Aruz had a son?"

"Aruz has declared him no longer his son."

"Then he's still alive, right?"

"Yes, as far as I know but the warriors may be attacking even now. They
walked into our village and tried to make my people slaves and to
understand that resistance is futile."

Pare jumped up, "Well why didn't you say so. I guess it's my duty to help
you and your people. Sigh."

"We have but the spears of the fallen warriors?"

Pare shrugged, "I've gotten by with less. C'mon."

When Pare and Dahl returned to the sandy camp of huts they found Tohu
telling a bunch of lies. "Oh no," Pare said. "He lies."

Aruz was a stout warrior,
 almost twice as tall as Pare and with a big navel. Like the others he wore
what amounted to dental floss between his legs for a flimsy loin
cloth. "No, he told us of your arrival. You are different! You have come to
lead us to victory."

"Not exactly, Aruz," Pare said, "Let me tell you that all these people,
including them..."  Pare pointed to a circle of stones, flat stones. On
each of 12 stones were young boys of the village, some totally nude, some
hard and growing out their dicks just from the torture of being tied to the
rocks. Huge stone nails were made and hammered into the rocks and around
those were ropes, ropes which were tied tight around the wrists and ankles
of the boys. "Have a right to live the way they want."

Aruz walked up to Pare and looked down, "You are a god?"

"No!"  Pare said and looked up at him.


Aruz laughed. "I did not think it."  He walked toward one of the teens on
the rock. Pare noticed that the one he walked up to, was exceedingly
handsome, even more so than Dahl, who followed Pare and Aruz. This boy had
very curly hair, thick and bushy. Green eyes. And a smooth lean body, which
hung limply but straining at various times against the bonds. All the
captives were tied a foot above the ground and there was some lead way
given so that their bodies could hang forward. This one had a six inc h
navel hanging out but it flipped upward as the body moved to look at
Aruz. The boy's eyes seemed to recognize Aruz. "Rights? There are no
rights."  Aruz, from his loin cloth, pulled a stone knife with a long thin
stone sliver and with his other hand held the boy's long six inch navel
outtie and dug it the sliver in to the center of it and the boy jerked
forward, his body coming to attention in many ways.

"UHHHHHHHHH! HUH?????"

Aruz looked at Pare who looked back at him and then at the boy who was
being stabbed, "Stab them all!"  Aruz ordered his men to kill all the boys
on the rocks.

A stout warrior walked up to a boy who smiled at him and knew what would
happen to him. But he didn't care. He wanted it on him. He too had an
outtie but it was not long, just a bulb. The stout warrior walked forward
peacefully almost. He then leveled his spear point horizontally into the
kid's navel, quickly in. And he held it there and gasped at the kid a gasp
of victory, "AHHHHHHHH take that."

The stout warrior gasped and his dick grew hard and rose up. The boy also
had his dick rise steadily. None of these were cut so his foreskin unfurled
as the dick rose and the head pre cam against it.  The killer smiled and
shoved it in as deep as he could. The boy jerked outward as if to meet the
point with his belly meat. He was totally naked and his mi lky white cum
was soon spurting in loads over the killer that enjoyed slaying him.

Aruz stabbed the knife into the boy he chose and jerked it down into the
boy's lower belly meat and then up again. He stared at Pare. "You see, we
care not for life!"

The other boys were all moaning as they got stuck in their gut holes. A
tall lean boy yelped as his seven inch outtie was filled with a stone claw
that the youngish warrior slaying him fashioned. The middle finger on the
claw was elongated while the rest were broken off. This made a nice knife
and the fingers that were broken off, were not idle either. The broken off
bits had curved bone there and as the boy got gut stuck in his ozzing navel
outtie bulbs the seven incher was pushed stabbing back into him. The other
bits cut and scraped against the bits around the circumference of the
navel. His dick jutted up and shot fast. A clump went against the warrior
slaying him. It swayed onto his chest and dripped slowly down it, creating
tingles as it hit erogenous zones and probably created some new ones on the
way down his dark chest and in between his pecs. It thrilled his skin to
feel the boys cum unload on his belly as his own load spilled like a tube
of toothpaste, his dick having rose all the way up to in between his
nipples. The paste dribbled out and then so much came out, it sprayed and
made room for more. The boys cum mingled with his own.

The boy that Aruz=2 0stabbed, jerked back, forward and yelled as if to
scream vengeance at the man slaying him in his navel. His face lit up like
he was in pure ecstasy but then glimpses of pain traced across his visage
as the knife twisted and found things inside to jut into. Aruz twisted and
then jerked it out with a rough yell. The kid jerked back and his back,
muscled, hit the cold stone and then he moved forward and jerked there, his
ropes straining.


Dahl looked at the other boys, who were in various stages of the same
death. One boy had a spear sticking in him and no one on the other end. The
warrior just left it there. This boy cam so fast and with so long a shot,
his cum hit the end of the spear and all the ropey cum he shot, laced along
the spear, dripping with his cum from one end and with his belly blood from
the other. The cum dripped along the spear, which shook with the boy's
ample abs. The blood oozed down the spear and the cum and the blood met in
the middle.

One boy was crying out, "Someone kill me. Please someboy. Will somebody
please kill mah....oh Please it burns in there, just com' on and kill
meeeeeahhh....akkk!"

"I come to thee Makemake..."  Another boy expired with one long expanse of
air outward. His belly sagged, a long stone knife in it and held by a
warrior who finally leveled it and pulled it out. The boy's belly button
was rigid and with a little hole in it.
 The warrior got mad by this and plucked it again and again until he could
rip it apart and thus he did but the solid boy belly and even more strong
and hard button, took a great deal of energy from the warrior.

One boy tried to make his stomach inch in as far as he could. And he
succeeded. His warrior was particularly malicious. This warrior used a thin
knife of stone and lunged it forward but when he saw the boy move his nice
belly hole inward, the ring around it prominent and the innie dark and with
some meat coming out, but not much, he decided to have some fun. He held
the knife just close enough for the navel to touch it when the boy tried to
breath out. The boy held his stomach in for a long long time and the knife
just stayed there. The boy laughed in the face of the warrior, who laughed
back. They both nodded to each other as though this were some game they
were playing, which of course, to these people it was. The boy held his gut
in. But then he couldn't hold it any longer and he let it out some. He felt
the cold stone point there in his navel. It nudged against his belly button
meat and walls. The boy moved and tried to swing away but this made his
button innards get cut some. The warrior just held the knife there in place
and the boy breathed out and sighed as the knife point ever so slowly began
to cut into him, meat first getting a hole. A bit more. Slowly a bit
more. He breathed in and his gut stuck in, making his belly button change
shape and do art pictures. But his breathing in cost him for in doing this,
he now had to breath out just as much as he breathed in. He breathed out
and as he did, his sigh, usual by now, turned from boyish more peaceable
sigh into a manly gasp reserved for burning hot pain from a point in one's
umbilical scar. It dug in deeply as the belly moved onto it. To add insult
to injury or even more injury to injury, the warrior now moved his hand a
bit closer and closer, ever so slowly. The boy sucked in but the warrior,
now tired of this, followed it in all the way, stabbing. The boy sucked in
air and made a strange airless sound as no air was in his gut. What was in
his gut was the knife all the way and he sucked in like that. His boyish
ribs stuck out and he looked at the warrior slaying him with hate and love
all at the same time. He shot a load all over the warrior's chest and
stomach but the chest and stomach were now so close that it slid and landed
back on his own chest and belly, parting at the knife point. Then the boy
could suck in no more and let his gut out all the way, embedding the knife
in it all the way so that the warrior lost it in the gore and would not be
able to retriever it, for it vanished into the boy's abs, becoming a part
of the abs until the boy's flesh were dissolved or eaten by vultures or
other animals.


The warrior merely laughed and went to find another weapon. Aruz's son felt
as though the thin stone blade in his navel were another dick. It was stiff
in there, surrounded by his own skin and meat around it, the meat of his
outtie, like a foreskin around the stone knife...It was hot! And he was
turned on. He sprang his body forward some more and back to get a kind of
running start for his one last burning volley of hot lumpy cumload blast!
"YIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEFEEPER!"

Aruz's kill--his son-- was last to go. "You see, we have no regard for
life."

Pare nodded, wide eyed, "But why not?"

"That was my son."

"Your son?"

"Yes, he was my son."

Cum leaked down bare brown lower hairless flat tummies. Even lower than
navels and near where pubes should be. Bodies strained against bonds until
they expired. Huffing stopped. Moaning that annoyed the living slowly ebbed
away. Death grunts so deep that they rivaled the spear points and knife
points that caused them int he first place.

The warrior who stabbed the seven inch belly button, came to Aruz's side,
"They are all done for."

Aruz called out to the other men and women of the tribe, "Your young men
are almost all no more. At least the ones who refused to join us. Now, will
you be a part of our warriors or not?"

"Don't kill anyone else," Pare said, "They will do what you say."

"So you see, you, will too."

"I don't understand. Doesn't life mean anything to any of you?"  Pare
turned to look at them.

The man who came up behind Aruz said, "You false god, we do not. Life means
nothing to us. It is nothing. The only thing that means anything, is
power."

"He is right. He is my best friend."  Aruz said, thukking the knife out of
his dead son and then stabbing his best friend right in his giant gut
hole. The best friend sunk down with the knife and the hole got bigger. The
best friend smiled and then as he sank, something from between his legs
blew ballast and rose to the surface. The friend sank to the ground and
struggled with himself.

"He was your best friend?"  Pare looked as the best friend cummed up
against his knees as he bent them close to his chest and his nipples got
covered in white cum. Which dripped down his ribs on one side.

"There are others who will fill his place."

Pare nodded, "No wonder there aren't that many of you here. Don't you want
your people to go on?"


Aruz looked, "Our people will go on but only in violence."

Tohu nodded and Aruz looked at him. Tohu said, "It is the only way. The way
our true god wants it."

Dahl20looked, "That one ran rather than take his death."

Aruz looked, "The gods must be appeased."

"Isn't this enough death for them," Pare pointed his spear at the dead boys
of the village.

Aruz nodded and came close to Pare, who was expecting Aruz to attack him
now. Instead, Aruz said, "No, it must one of the warrior kind."  Aruz took
the spear from Pare, quickly turned it to his belly and jabbed the point
into his belly hard and kept shoving it in, using his hand over hand
technique. He looked up at Pare and there seemed to be a want for mercy
there.

Pare gave him none. Pare just watched him as Aruz slowly shoved the spear
into him. Pare looked around Aruz's back. Dahl cheered him on, "Great! Keep
it going! You got it now man! You dying like a warrior! Feel it good,
doncha?"  Aruz's bare back was neat and solid but soon, Pare saw it bulge
in the middle and the point burst out, like ALIEN from that astronaut's
belly. Guts and intestines hung out with it.

"You're a fool !"  Pare said, "Your gods and your contest for the bird egg
mean nothing.  Dahl told me of this. The reason you are not fertile is that
you slay yourselves..."

"I will be replaced too," Aruz nodded.

"By who?"

Behind Pare, Pare heard what he20knew to be the answer before it was even
said out loud.  "By me," Dahl leveled his spear at Pare's navel...  "It is
why I was on my way to the sacrifice, to tell them I was joining them, just
like my brother who was an offering to the Great Bird, enemy of the
Makemake, and that is you!"  Dahl thrust his spear forward at Pare's ample
outtie!!!!!

"Not again!"  Pare fell back but another warrior was there and held Pare's
arms from behind.

"Hold him!"  Dahl ordered, but there was no need. Aruz was echoing out his
last grunting sounds. His best friend was in a sticky spasm, and Tohu was
laughing at Pare's predicament. And this new warrior was holding Pare
stiffly, his dick jutting up against Pare's pink round hole as he was being
held.

Pare's back arched as he felt it. But then he looked down at his own
navel. Dahl had placed the point of the spear right into it!!!!!

"UGGHHHH! Gaaaaaaaugghgaaarrraghfu!"

TO BE CONTINUED...