Date: Wed, 03 Sep 2008 16:56:51 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO  119

White. White Out. Totally white. Blinding white. So white that it seemed as
though eyes were closed and a bright light was shining on the outside. Snow
white. Bright snow. Chilling snow. Ice. Snow, sleet, flakes everywhere. And
flakes of the human type. Barbarian boys.

Swirling snow...200 newbie bad warriors. "Mmmm...what?...maybe 13â€`14
year olds?"

Aoi wore a fur loin cloth, low on his belly, far beneath his bare
navel. Even in this cold atmosphere, Trio left their bellies open for all
to see. They also only wore loin cloths of fur and long capes with equal
fur on the outside and inside. Of course, being Trio, they had different
colors stained on them. Sole had purple which clashed with his very bright
yellow hair; Pare had bright red which was outlined behind his dark tanned
Latino skin; and Aoi wore a velvet blue cape. They also had on their black
boots too. Other than that, they were nude, just about. The cold didn't
effect them much and if it did, they were too macho to care to allow it any
place.

Pare looked, "They seem to be after the same portal area we are."

"Barbarian boys? Maybe some king in the snow someplace wants it for
himself..."  Sole said, "He could charge people to go through it or use
it."

"Or worse, he might be using it to invade other dimensions," Aoi spoke
quickly, "Even our own."

Trio moves in, stepping over deep snow.  Pare gasped, "I hate snow. Give me
a nice warm, hot desert or forest..."




"I know how you feel," Sole acknowledged, "But we can't help it. If there's
a portal here, we have to find out to where...and stop anyone from abusing
it."

"Like last time?"  Pare eyed him cautiously.

"This is nothing like last time," Sole reminded him.

The barbarian boys can't see...and begin to get lost in the snow. No
experience...

"Uki, where are you?"

"I cannot see, where you?"

"This suck. I can't see and worse, it's our proving mission."

"We have no experience doin this but we kill anyone in way."

They sounded mostly Asian but not all were. They were mostly Asian but a
mixed bag. Trio couldn't really see them all in the blinding swirls of
misty snow that flaked down and then started in a steady driving force of
seemingly unending downfall from the cloudy sky. The chill made Trio stand
at attention and their penis bodies strove against the cold and wetness now
diverging on them from the North and the East.

"How about that! A buncha mostly naked newbie warriors, I bet it's
their..their first.. and only mission.0

"Aoi, you act like they're already dead."

"Ain't they?"  Aoi grins at Sole.

"You gotta point."

"Several and they will find their ways into nice neat newbie belly meat!"

"I'm with you," Pare lifted both swords up in the air, "It's been a long
time since we slaughtered a gang of baddies!"

"Every one then," Sole nods, his spear in one hand, a sword in the other.

"Every last friggin one of em!"  Pare said at the same time Aoi spouted the
same exact thing.

The barbarian boys were unsuspecting. Wandering around...

Then...blades in bellies..




The barbarian boy moving up, can't see. Suddenly...a Trio boy appears...he
didn't know their names but he knew their collective name: Trio and he
recognized this one as the dark Asian one from posters in makeshift towns
in this land.

A swish of steel...blade inserted deep in the warrior kid's belly
button.. he grabs his belly..he's killed...first day in the
warriors.... "Maybe.. .I will live through....oh no...."

Trio was smiling.

"First..uhh, ohhh!  and only.....ug ug ug.....orgghh ... orgasm...I die
feel good...."  The boy fell, his rolly poly belly jiggling off Aoi's
blade.

"I th ink I see two hundred of them!"  Pare yelped.

"I can't see much beyond ripe bare bellies, plucked for the taking by my
blades," Aoi said, blinking flakes off his gorgeous eyelids, "But that's
all I need ta see!"

As Aoi went to work, Pare heard the clang of a sword and then a gasp at the
same time as a meat getting ripped sound. Pare smiled.  Then he turned his
gaze back toward where there was less wind.

Eventually, Trio see a horde of bad boys engulfed by a swirling heavy snow
squall.

"All look like 13 years old....all lookin brand new and shit," Pare said,
"They is...practically naked..."

The boys, thinking to get out of the wind, moved in that direction. This
only made them further themselves into the storm's path. Soon they were
caught in a sudden blinding blizzard...disoriented..confused..the Trio
grin.... and creep in closer to the main mass of warrior new boys.  Soon
these boys will very soon start feelin steel in the belly...what will
follow?

Screams..shouts..grunts...cries..bodies.

It happened just that way. From out of the blinding swishes of whirling
snow, they just started to feel what amounted to pin pricks in their navels
but which seconds later mounted their dicks hard and long and thick
upward...WHILE the pinpricks deepened into sharpening burning pain, making
huge holes in their
 belly buttons.

Swirling snow...of the 200 newbie bad warriors, one heard the blond of
Trio, "Mmmm...what?...maybe you are 13 just ready to be 14?"

"They can't see...lost in the snow...no experience, ripe for the takin,"
Aoi said. And then...more blades in bellies...all brand new..practically
naked...caught in a sudden blinding .




"ALL gotta die. All of 'em getting it and die while screaming, stabbed in
the ole 'button...with their dicks up and active as they drop," Pare almost
became a narrator as he talked while slaying, his sword points finding a
real knack for locating bare barbarian boy belly holes, even as he couldn't
see all their faces.

A whole farther off bunch of cute nearly naked baddies march
in...slash...slash..ughhh...none march out.

A navel looking like it was pressed together from both sides with the
folding of the skin from above and below forming a tent inside the navel,
an innie mostly but with attributes of an outtie and a serious faced pretty
boy with tight lips ready to slay Trio...gets instead, one of Trio's knives
stuck right in the folds of his navel. He jerks and doesn't even have time
to gasp. His dick erupts and ruptures with intense heat, contrasting to the
cold snow flake that lands right on the tip, seconds before the volcanic
eruption from his slit. He jerks back as the knife exits and takes some of
his dark meat innards with it.

The battle in the swirling snow...barbarian boys and
archers..confusion. Arrows launched, some by mistake, some out of joy of
battle, some out of extreme fear...for some had their own bellies
predicting the coming steel points that would rend and smush in the very
spot feeling the premonition. Barbarian boys planted their own arrows into
their own numbers, some on purpose. Boys spun in the snow, seemingly
propelled by the windy swirls of flakes and ice around them, but they were
stiffened into death by the arrows embedded in gut hole. In intestine
starts.

An arrow goes into a boy's back and out and as he stumbles in snow, he hits
the albino friend warrior and the arrow point, unseen by either, goes into
the albino's navel, marking it with red, so that anyone looking from afar
would see all white snow and white bodies, floating red dot and no bodies
anymore. Blood splattering seemingly in white clouds of snow, coming from
nowhere but of course, they were coming from someplace. A boy falls, an
arrow in his gut hole. He jerked his back off snowy wet ground, as freezing
back was in opposition to hot innard arrow. The two boys, the albino and
the boy with arrow in back, fall onto him, the albino's back hitting
against the arrow, causing him more pain. He reached his arms out and could
reach for nothing. For the third boy landed, arrow in his back, implanted
in albino's belly, coming out albino's back now and entering the boy on the
ground. They jerked together, trying to get off each other or just trying
to get off.




Another navel, looking like it started out as an intense deep innie, now
finished as a ridge outtie on top, innie on bottom with the center not
making up its mind if it is innie or outtie but as the boy with long curly
hair moves, his navel seems to extend itself out like some tentacle...he's
proud of his navel as he moves to fight the threesome. Snow hits him full
in the face, followed by a laugh from someone. He looks down at his navel
and a snowflake hits it and gets sucked into it. He laughs himself now but
then as he looks, a glint appears there and a very sharp, very parting
sword point slits into his balloon like navel and pops it literally
bursting its contents! The boy shrugs his shoulders in pain and then
lurches forward. The sword out his back. He jerks as a snow covered figure
pulls it from him. Which one? The blond? The Asian dark one? The Latino
short one? He couldn't tell as he piled himself onto a snow mound of bodies
and ice and gathered slush. He cam but no one saw it as it melded in
snow. One last shiver and not from the cold. He lost his life fluid out his
dick and was still.

Heads go forward, backward, backs split. Long hair flopped. Boy tries to
hold his cum in for the better good of fighting on even with his belly cut
up and his navel spliced. He holds it for a few moments, the n stands
stiff. "Ohhh."  He feels it. "Ohhhhh."  He thinks what it would be like if
he let it loose and this got him hotter, even as water covered all his bare
skin, over 90 percent of it showing to the world. "Ohhhhh."  Thinking of
it, made him cum. "OHHHHHHH!"  It shot like a rocket, cutting his dick slit
as it exited, blasting away from his body and falling with other white
stuff, snow and cum raining the area. "OHHHHHAAHHHRGHHH MY NAV....!"  Then
he fell on his belly and died, squishing it into the snow, as his torso
made one with the earth, trying to hold the pain in and become one with the
ground. Which he would have if he wasn't stiffened further from frozen
death.

Boys try to wade out of the snow while braver boys on the outskirts of the
battle, try wading in, passing the waders by.  Trio moves fast, even over
the snow dunes and snow banks... swords slice into belly after belly...

...warriors drop..screams...blood...steel flashing deep into bare
navels...wavering...fear...young barbarian warriors...bellybuttons bare in
the cold...cold steel. Sends them into hot death...remember..the shock and
pain as the untried barbarian army is caught in the snow... as the Trio,
more experienced, moves in among them...running swords into belly
buttons... and slicing bellies...

If anyone could see the eyes, the closed eyes, the wide eyes, they would
wonder if it was pain or pleasure
 the boys were in the throes of. Moans also sounded like pain and
pleasure. Boys died in both. Some in one, some in the other, some in both,
some in neither.

Navel with thin hair line down from it to lower region of older boy
belly. The navel itself looked like it held two stalks from the bottom
ridge and two large bulbs on top, like some strange flower and stem inside
his slight innie which is large actually but not deep. Not yet anyway. The
two stalks leaned in on each other as the boy ran over snow to attack
Trio. He found a sword point drive them apart just seconds after and it
felt, "Goodddddddddddahhhhhhhh! Make me die a proud death!"

"Shut up!"




He heard this but not from whom it came. He felt it was probably the Asian
Filipino one. Tight lipped, the boy, not knowing those lips were purple,
pressed on as the sword was joined by a second sword, both mangling his
navel unrepairably. He felt the swords exit his back and then pull out and
then one went back in, sideways and swiveling. The other, must have hit
another warrior, must have been needed to slay someone else for he heard
someone nearby him scream. And then a sound like, "HILT!"  As someone
pressed their abs together to try to contain the sword, unsuccessfully
ultimately. At first pressed abs held the weapon but the weapon won in the
long run...the long run sliding in to the start of an intestine twine. Both
boys gasped and=2 0lost their seed, slapping it, splaying it onto Aoi's
bare leg, not that he saw it for it mixed with wet snow melting on his leg,
clumps of delicious clumpy sperm gathering there with it. Washing it away
eventually. Aoi enjoyed the feel of it all. His hair was hanging wet over
his eyes but he still managed to see the boys through the snow, there were
so many of them.

Oddly, the cool wet snow melting on the silver blades causing the coldness
to go into the cut bellies, mixing cold melted former ice and snow with hot
innards. This alone caused many a warrior boy to jerk, the feeling of cold
entering, hot interior becoming cold before the cold itself gave way to the
warm liquid safety of the inner belly and lower, deeper. Then the cold
would come again as the bodies would fall victim to the encroaching death,
the cold battling the warm life blood and other protective fluids...the
cold winning out as the life leaves the young barbarian hopefuls.

One boy has a fantasy: "As my enemy barbarian boys fight on, I enter the
snow squall from one end...dont' know the Trio is there....the fight goes
on..sights..sounds...screams...etc...then when its over...I see three boys
emerge...big grins..big boners...we nod..."Kill 'em all?"...."Yup...helped
some...much obliged..."...we wave.. and part."  But in reality, it is while
he is being poked RIGHT in the navel center by Sole's spear point, ice and
snow drifting in among the poking in spear! He awakes from his
 fantasy to look down and see his thick dick bumping against the spear
shaft and rising up past it to poke toward Sole's side. He tries to get his
own knife at Sole but it's too late. Shivering from snow and ice and wind,
but more from the chilling notion that he's enjoying this feeling of having
his navel shoved by an ice cold steel that grew hot inside him as it
burrowed like some parasite, the boy gave over to enjoying it. Dropped his
knife and it stood in the snow, handle up, like a penis erect in the snow,
the dark handle of black seen among the white cloud like arena. The boy
sinks, literally, as he's on ice and falling into a hole in the ice, to be
covered up, white spunk also rising from the hole until it is totally
covered up by ice and snow and freezing matter, to make him forgotten, his
spunk frozen solid. And then that too is covered over. Another more solid
muscle boy falls over that and another over him. A snow mound to be made.




A flat stomach. A belly button that looked like a small, non deep crater on
the moon that was very slightly innie, almost not a belly button at all
with the exception that looked like the center of it had someone, a long
time ago, stick a pin in it and try to pull the pin out with the result of
a kind of mark in the center and that in trying to pull the pin out, made
the skin that was so innie come out and a long point was left of skin that
looked like a st range pointed volcano head. None of it mattered, for an
arrow, driven by a hand, the boy was sure, for he felt force behind it that
drove it, a hand was on it, perhaps the Latino of Trio, smashed into the
pinhead outtie and drove it in, engulfing the crater and making it a deep
channel. Dragged up and down and filled the outtie as it was rounded as
well. He cam and felt the burning grow from balls up his shaft underside
and to his large dickhead. "SO this what it like! I like, I like, I like!"

"An' you flowing like the dyke the boy had to put his finger in!"  Pare
laughed and jerked his arrow out and into another boy. Both boys fell. Pare
moaned with them, "That must feel good!"

"Does!"

The king's boys panic some more, fully giving themselves over to fear. Some
welcome the coming stabbing in their belly buttons, for they know no other
sexual invasion to their young, rounded, curvy bodies, which pump with boy
fluid and engorge muscles fill with adrenalin. There are those who stagger
over snow mounds to escape but it will do them no good.

Over there in blinding conditions, Trio are managing to drag out shivering
and quivering newbie barbarian boys...they beg...Trio laugh...in the belly
button with the steel.. boys arch and groan..release.. boy gets the blade
in his belly button.. arches his belly out... and moans..fills his
thong.. and croaks. Sole laughs. Aoi laughs. Pare la ughs. These barbarian
boys, many can hardly be called barbarians at all, they are that new and
that young.

Tall, short, handsome, ugly, in between, muscled, fat, skinny, lean, young,
teen, pre teen, all go down with bellies split, navels obliterated, skin
invaded by weaponry. Dicks realizing and releasing.

Navel with little folded up worm outtie hovering in the innie underneath
the innie part which had just a bare surface, no features. Holed up now by
spearhead from Sole's thrust. Boy gasped, flopped into snow, covered by
other bodies soon. Jerking. Snow moving with bodies.

More are wavering among the snowâ€`blinded baddies..the sense of
impending total massacre...blood...orgasms...then...moans...silence...snow
clears.

The whole brand new army just disappears in the blizzard...gut
grunts...swisshhh sounds..screams..shouts...cries...then.....silence...the
snow subsiding as if cooperating with Trio, ending, clearing.

The snow parts...and the hundreds of bodies are seen...hehe....all with
dicks up...

"ArgggAwww, poor guys, and none older than a day over "Legal Warrior
Age"...kinda' like barbarian population control," Pare joked and laughs out
loud.


Aoi smiled, "Erections without heat!"

Frozen stiffies, some in mid cum, caught, never experiencing the full on
load off of a missile fire orgasm.

Dickheads poke out of snow. Bodies ontop of snow cum and set down their
white seed, unse en among the white snow, flopping down as just so many
extra flakes in the laying down snow field.

As the snow totally clears, bodies lie in heaps...some with hands stuck in
bloody pulp pit of a stomach. Other hands just dropping from said blood
meat where once a proud youthful, undulating belly stood.

Rain starts.

...the barely clad guys all lying in the cleared frozen rain.

Sole looked startled, "It...it's becoming a frozen solid forest of bare boy
bodies!"

Hissing sound. Streaming entrails open to the cold, let out a smoking haze
from lower bellies, upper abs, and mid sections. Fog is created but the
rain continues, mixed with sleet and mush soon develops. Soon a lighter
snow begins, a calmer sheet of curtain, draping the scene that once held
such heat and fierce battle.

Trio presided over this scene for some time, taking it all in. It was a
surreal forest of victory for them and of missed opportunities for their
dead enemies, all of whom lay dead now. Not a single one alive.

The evil, red demon boy, Demnos spoke to his zombie boys that he made from
Trio's former friends, Aaron, Percival, Evan, and Christo, "The ironic
thing is, my boys, that, there is no new portal here. That was just a plan
I plotted. I put a dream into Feng's mind, only I can do that," he blew on
his long red fingernails. He was in a blood red bubble, looking over the
scene, " Keeping Trio busy searching for it is my plan. The dreams I gave
Feng and Casm will hold them here for a time. Which will enable me to get
busy with my plans for total revenge and chaos. For I need that to
survive."  In the blood red bubble, which was partially clear the boys
stood as Demnos sat at their feet. With hatred his main emotionality, he
laughed. They laughed. With no emotion.

Trio watched from a snow hill as the dead boys were covered with snow and
ice and rain. "A work of art," Pare said.

"That we created," Aoi added.

"And it will last forever," Sole said, "Forever..."



to be continued....