Date: Tue, 26 Aug 2008 08:46:56 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO  115

A parade of shark/dolphin men walked right down the hatch toward the rest
of the crew...while Pare was taken underwater by his abductor...deeper and
deeper, and further away from the shore, Pare's lungs soon filled with
water...

Pare was groggy. He rubbed his eyes and they focused. Blurry images became
sharp. Very sharp. He was in an an aseptic room of white walls and blue
ceiling and aqua blue floors. Large windows were on all four walls, a
rectangular room with an alcove to the right side and a door to the
left. Pare blinked. The windows were all square as well but the outside
view was of crystal clear blue water. "Undersea?"

He took in the entire room.

Jenga was spread out on a small slab/table which was also lite blue
colored. But his feet were put flat and his legs were bent so that his body
looked like a human bridge. His belly was the utmost point upward, his head
bent back and his hands flat on the table. His hands were behind his
head. He was being kept in this position by manacles around his legs and
wrists and there were two black metal cylinders coming from the slab and
going up to his hips, catching them and holding them in this spot. Jenga's
body looked hot, stretched out like this, with his nice belly button spread
open and wide. Next to him on another slab, with space for two other slabs
open between the tables, was another native of his group. This one had an
innie belly but ton with something inside that resembled a dickhead
sticking out of it. And a thick ridge that swirled. Pare soon had a boner,
that raged against his wet loin cloth. "Oh, not now, not now."  Pare looked
up.

Above both boys were two others, on the ceiling. Mayo, with his outtie
belly button string, was above Jenga, directly but on the ceiling.  Above
the native boy was another Polynesian, this one having an innie that was so
deep it was hard to see the inside, it was just darkness.

Adjacent to these slabs were other slabs, all of them forming a giant
double rectangle of their own and with four more in jeopardy. The boys that
were held from the ceiling, had more movement. Their wrists were manacled
by loose chains from the ceiling and their bellies were hanging down
first. Their legs and wrists were perpendicular so that they were in effect
laying on the ceiling but with the chains so loose that their ankles and
wrists hung slightly downward, leaving their torso and upper body to hang
so that they were in the same position as the boys under them. Then Pare
realized that Andy, Gesmel, and Oscar were all tied to a post and being
stabbed dead by gleeful sharkboys on the side. The men were standing up
against the wall, chained to it, just past the slabs that Mayo and Jenga
were on. The men were almost dead and their moaning just about ended.

"What the hell?"  Pare asked as the other boys were all just now coming
too. Most of them tried their bonds, trying to wiggle free. They made
appropriate sounds and protests.

"Silence!"  A nude shark boy came in. Pare widened his eyes as he saw how
glisteningly smooth and hot this muscular and handsome fish boy was.

The Shark boys killing the three Germans, turned to look. The Germans hung
there, limply, their shirts off, their navels now just big red open gaping
holes of gore. Harry had died on the ship, in the attack.

This new boy was in charge. His dick was 15 inches long and hung down like
a third leg and his abs were a twelve packed gift of the heavens. Or the
seas, Pare thought. The nude shark boy said, "All of you, remain silent. As
you see...you are ready to be slain. Slowly. Those of you that die last
will have the special victory of being buried under our farming grounds,
deep in the ocean. Those of you that die first, will be given to our
cooks. You shall be given to our starving hordes. Do not look so
surprised. Your kind have been taking our food by the millions and now, you
shall give back to it."

Everyone started to struggle. Around Pare were others from the crew. The
other Polynesians, not attached to the slabs, were the rest who survived
the attack. Pare recalled there were 17 Polynesian natives on board, eight
were on the slabs, and there were six around him, so that meant about four
were killed. The other 14 were probably knocke d out by the shark dolphin
boys' gas breath.  That many survived the attack was good but only to be
put on these torture devices. Pare spoke up, "You, you ruler, listen to
me. These native boys didn't take your food. You are closer to the
mainland. Your underwater city, I take it we are underwater..."

The shark boy ruler nodded, "We are. Go on and speak, you luscious one,
you."

Pare paused, "Gee, thanks. These natives are from a land far from here..."

"I know of where they are from. On their island, they too, hunt for fish
and kill our brethren. Now, no further time must pass..."  He waved his
webbed fingers and Pare noticed that this boy's head looked more Manta like
than the others. He tried to take his eyes off the incredible dick which
seemed to grow even longer as the ruler came over to him and reached back
with one hand, standing in front of him, and wrapped slick hands around
Pare's dick, reaching into his loin cloth.

The others were surprised when, from the walls, came horizontal poles
holding vertical poles, giant black spikes, pointed on both ends. These
were placed between the belly buttons of Jenga and Mayo; and the other two
native boys Mand and Ecis; and on the others, between Arol and Inst and the
other pair Fama and Lim. Jenga was on the bottom, side by side, almost,
with Mand. Above Jenga was Mayo; above Mand was Ecis. The other sets
included Arol side by side with Fama; with Inst above Arol and with Lim
above Fama.

Pare jumped as the ruler, Sharo, jerked on his shaft, making it hard and
making the vein pop. "That's not FAIR, ahhh, the ones on the top have
weight on their SIDE."

"The better stomachs, the more manly males, shall have the advantage. Which
ever stomach can resist longer, will win out."

The horizontal poles loosened the vertical poles. Mayo's stomach hung down
and the point was going into his navel, first rubbing it along the way,
since it was a worm like thing. The horizontal poles just held the spikes
there but the spikes were now loose, Mayo's for instance was in Jenga's
belly button and Jenga hardened his stomach to it. He yelped. The Germans
were dead and useless now. Their lifeless bodies were carried out by their
slayers, slumped over their shoulders, gored out stomachs face up. The boys
smiled as they took their victims out.

"Which or them are better? Which of them can take it like a man?"  Sharo
smiled as he turned his neck and kissed Pare deeply on the lips to the
sound of stunned groans from the boys.

Mayo sunk his belly upward and pulled himself up so as to miss the point
but Jenga's belly was outstretched and his hard innards pushed the spike
up. Mayo's stomach could not go in any longer and the point found his navel
again, helped again by the horizontal poles. Mayo yelped now. Jenga grunted
as he pushed forward. Under him, the poles holding his hips up as well the
others on the bottom sunk a bit to give them some room to move. They were
still upward human bridges however.

Ecis was a curly haired native, heavier than the others and as his belly
sunk down instead of in as Mayo's had, he curled his left side of this lip,
smiling as he heard nice groans from Mand, on the bottom next to
Jenga. Jenga looked sideways to see Mand, "You have to try."

"I will slay my lover above me..."

"We knew they were lovers," Sharo said to Pare, breaking their long kiss.

"I wanna watch," Pare said, "Don't...."

Sharo pulled Pare's dick so hard, it immediately shot cum up in the
air. Sharo opened his mouth and inside, Pare saw sharp razor like teeth,
which were retracted when Sharo kissed him. Sharo caught the entire cum
load in his mouth and swallowed. "Watch as your friends slay each
other....a test of their manhood and how well they die!"

Bony hips struggled as above Fama, the slight, small, lighter haired Lima
cried tears. "I'm...I'm too weak..."

Fama smiled and called up to him, "Don't worry, Lima, I'll make it quick
for ya. I know your belly cannot take it."  Fama urkked as Lima thrust
himself onto the spike. Lima s chains came out of the hole they were in and
sank down, allowing him to sink onto the spike. He kicked and struggled and
his loin cloth did not contain his huge dick which spat and the cum hit
Fama in the eyes. "You little! I can't see!"




Lima sank onto the spike and his chains loosened and slack was given as he
sank down and down and down, yelling. "No, I'm no good. I cannot take it!
I...I can't tahhhh! Fama, please don't let me die like this! I can't!
OOHHHH!"  The spike soaked through his belly and out his back with ease and
his body slowly sank down the pole. But the other point was nicely sunk
into Fama too and the poles holding his hips were made to go back in. His
back hit the slab and the point that was in his belly button wiggled and
tore. It tore through his back and he made his body go back up to the
bridge position and Pare saw the spear like point pop wallop out and down,
at least four feet of it! Fama yelled, wriggling and his dick spat and he
fell down the spike. Lima's hot tight little body came down the spike to
him, now they were face to face. Lima still alive, crying. Tears lit onto
Fama's cheeks. They kissed and died jerking together and both cumming yet
again! It took a long time!

Looking at them was Arol, next to the dying Fama, "No! Fama! You can't! Try
to save him too."

Inst, above, wiggled his st omach so as to wiggle Arol's point, "Save your
pity for yourself, Arol. I will win this. Nothing can withstand my belly
button and the muscles behind it."  To look at the sculpted Inst, one would
think so. His dark big eyes made him look very manly and handsome. His
smooth skin sweat and sweat dripped onto Arol, coating him his table like
belly in water, some his own.

Sharo grabbed Pare's head away from the guards holding him and shoved his
head down to his long dick. Pare took it into his mouth and slid up and
down on the shaft head, "MFFPMAPTTYH! Tastes like fish!"

Sharo shoved with both hands, "Shut up and suck it, pretty boy!"

Jenga gasped up to Mayo, "Mayoooohhhh, I'm sorry."

Mayo looked, "Me too."  His navel interior was shards now and he just went
limp and fell on the pole, his hot dark body sliding. Jenga gasped. "I'm
sorry," Mayo said, "I can't...can't hold out..."

Jenga yelled, "Mayo, you have to! You can't....aawahhhh! Pare, help us!
Help me! We forfeit our lives to help you!"

Pare cam up and cum from Sharo's dick blasted his neck and splattered
against his chin, "I'm sorry, Jenga...I'm so sorry. I never expected
this..."

Lima and Fama stopped kicking, a mess of a load stuck between their
crotches and slurping
 belly buttons and rounded chests.  Mayo was gasping his kicking death
along the spike too and Jenga was about to receive Mayo's dying body onto
his own. Mand was shoving his stomach upward as hard as he could and Ecis
got a bellyful of hot piking metal in his navel. All the hip poles were
down now and Jenga felt his back hit the table and he slunk his belly
inward, "Pare for our gods' sakes, help me!"

Pare looked at the dick of Sharo and shook his head, "Must be under the gas
control...still..."  Pare bit down and Sharo yelled this time. Pare kicked
back his left foot and hit the guard on his left side, punched his fist
back into the guard on his right side and with his bite still on Sharo's
schlong, whisked Sharo sideways into a bubble bellied guard there. Pare
jumped up, caught the falling spear from the guard and rammed it into the
sticking out belly of another guard rushing at him, "Sushi time!"




Jenga laughed, "Pare...that's the spir....spear....spear it..."  He looked
at his own belly button and as he lowered his chest to do so, he saw that
the spike was deep. "Fa...fatal..."  As he died in pain, Mayo's body hit
him and their faces slurped onto each other, drooling and slumping,
wiggling. Their dicks rubbed in their joining together and wet pre cum
began wetter and their stomachs were pumping into each other, one up, one
sunk, one d own, one tight, one soft, one being the pumper, and switching
roles. Cum unloaded so much between them, that it had no where else to go
and came spilling out the sides, along their hips, flexor muscles, between
their far upper legs, along their legs, their sides, smooth Polynesian skin
finding white contrasting boy juice all over it, dripping down and plopping
upward onto bony hip and even Mayo's smooth soothing back. Then they
stopped. Forever.

Pare was stabbing many a shark boy. Sharo was yelling, "Stop him! Stop him!
Stop him! Slay him if you have to, never mind he's my boy toy! Slay him!"

They were trying and Pare was slaying. But even he had his limits. More and
more shark boys and dolphin hybrid shark boys came through the doors and
each with deadly weapons. Pare used the spear to block, parry, dodge, duck,
flip, and of course spear on its pointy end. He must have slain hundred
guards before...

While Pare was killing tender belly of fish beings, Arol succumbed to Inst
and Inst felt great, "I win! I won! I'm alive and it doesn't hurt!"  Arol's
head went limp to one side and drool came out. "Pare help me, I'm alive,
still. My master ful belly manly muscles saved me! I'm the best!"

A shark boy threw a spear at Pare but Pare blocked it and it went flying
up. Up and up and up and then in...into Arol's lowest belly, tearing a new
belly button
 under his real belly button and Arol's dick sprang up and shot a quick
squirt up onto the ceiling. It dripped from there onto Arol's unmoving
chest. But oddly enough Arol's tits were getting hard from the dropping.

"Dead friends," a voice said. "Dead friends. They are dying. Leading me
to....I can find."

Sole: "Can you before he dies?"

Wiz: "I think so."

Aoi: "Think more, Wiz!"

Previous to this joyous reunion, Aoi and Sole had been searching for Pare
for a long time. Not even they knew how long. It seemed like months. It
couldn't have been more than a year. Wiz, too, had been separated from
them. The young friends of Sole's----named Kelly and Iokus---prayed. They
prayed for Aoi and Sole and Pare. They prayed even for Wiz. Sometimes to
Wiz. For as Trio had been separated, so too was Wiz separated from
Trio. This in turn caused the Boy in England where Simon was, to manifest
his prayers for Trio and Wiz. The Boy English/French Alexandre Motier even
got Simon to pray for them. The pair soon found Alex's long lost love
Georges and he also prayed for the Trio and Wiz. Casm via Feng picked up on
this praying and told his lover Johnno. They in turn prayed as well.


"All these prayers have to count for something," the Seer said to his
angels, some of them boys, some girls, some in between. "We do not interf
ere unless there are prayers and these are many. Evil may hear too but to
counter that, we shall send Wiz to his two friends and together lead them
in the correct direction."

"Trio was helping these Arab women and children get away from their
spouses, well the women's spouses and the children's fathers who were also
killing travelers who were not Arabs in a kind of Middle East setting. But
using the travelers' brain power they created this time tunnel, the Arabs,
not Trio. Trio and Wiz got the civilians, the women, children, old people
and the whites who were left alive, not many mind you, into this time
tunnel but the Arab men, they were all terrorists, set this bomb to go off
and it did go off.  Wiz told us that a hundred times."

"Great Kid, now shut up so Wiz can do his magic finding," Aoi shrugged.

Yoshi looked downcast. They were all on a Spanish galleon. Sole turned to
Aoi and put a hand on his shoulder, "Aoi, I know you've been through a lot,
we all have. But there's no need to be nasty."

"Aw, these three kids...."  Aoi sighed, "I know."  He turned to Yoshi,
"I...I'm sorry, dude."

"Oh, that...that's okay," Yoshi smiled wide and Aoi could see how cute this
Japanese boy was.

Also with them were Yoshi's pal, Dylon, a robust redhead with thick eyebrow
s, raised in an innocent manner as if he were new to this--and he was in a
way--supported an innocent look as did his beautific dimples. He had hair
that was clean and shone red, with some small blond highlights and brown
highlights but it was also all over the place, a sort of punkish look to
it. Messy but neat in a way. He had a large face. The third extra boy was
their friend named Nakoi, a firm, finely toned black boy with a ten pack of
abs like steel and an 8 inch outtie navel.

"Uh," Wiz, sitting on the side of the boat's wall, opened his eyes and
almost fell off. Sole and Aoi grabbed a shoulder each. "Huh..."

"Watch it," Aoi said, "You almost fell in..."

"Well?"  Sole said.

"They're....he...Pare's right below us!"  Wiz pointed one finger down.

"Really?"  Sole asked.

Aoi looked over the side, "Let's go!"

"We need a plan," Sole said.



"Fuck a plan," Aoi said, "We always need a plan."

Sole shrugged but Wiz said, "No. Aoi's right. No plan. We have to go. GO!
Right now!"  Wiz dove into the sea.

Sole yelled, "Hey, we can't let him go himself!"  He flung himself over
board too, followed by Aoi.

Yoshi, Nakoi, and Dylon fo llowed.

In the sea city dome, Sharo ran out of the room and returned. He was not
empty handed. Sharo held two jellyfish in each hand. There were over two
hundred dead and dying fish boys and guards around, stabbed in their belly
buttons mostly. Pare showed no signs of stopping, he was sweating all over
but he was winning. Jenga and Mayo were dead. The other native boys were
dead too, cummy deaths all around. They died happy at least, Pare thought,
with a nice feeling in their navels, outtie and innie, now all innies in
death.  Pity he could not save them. Pare stabbed the last shark boy in his
navel and poured his spear out the back. He pulled it out. "Any more boys
or men, Sharo?"

"I Sharo..." Sharo threw the jellyfish at Pare. One landed on his hand that
held the spear and sparked on his hand. Pare dropped the spear and
yelled. The other jellyfish hit his other hand. Both made Pare stumble
backward and his back hit the wall. The jellyfish stuck to the wall,
pinning Pare's hands to it.  Pare's legs were out further than his head and
chest, making his navel protrude more than usual.

"I Sharo," Sharo bent down but kept his head up as he spat out "...are all
that is needed now to slay thee!!!!!"  As he said this, Sharo picked up a
fallen spear, gave it a firm grasp in both hands, and walked over the dead
bodies, even on a few of them as he strode toward Pare, point aimed at
Pare's outtie belly button ravioli.

to be continued...