Date: Wed, 23 Apr 2008 08:48:35 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO  12

Tarn was long haired. It was brown and long, thick in parts and silky in
texture. He was slightly bored. He was in a large chair in a dungeon. He
slouched, his right leg hanging over the arm of the chair's left side, his
other leg dangling. He was tall, a tall male with smooth skin, a large
chest, flat belly button on a flat somewhat muscled but not overly so,
belly. His valleys in his stomach and upper stomach were showing. He had
thick muscled legs and calves and a wry turned up at the corners mouth. He
was shirtless and wore black leather briefest of briefs. He had on black
boots which were pointed at the back and the front toe. He sighed. To his
left was a pole and tied to it, his hands knotted together behind the pole
was a black haired Japanese boy, good looking and slight, but
muscular. There was only a thin vine around his lower hips, holding the
thinnest of cloths between his legs and behind on his butt. His legs were
tied to the pole but spread. There was some room for him to lean
forward. He had an ankle bracelet on his right ankle. He, named Rul, had
short hair but two hanging pieces in front. Working on him, with a dull
small knife was another kid. This one had the remains of a brown animal
skin tunic on his crotch and Robin Hood type boots on. In his right hand he
was slowly plugging the kid in the belly button but not enough to kill
him. This kid had a crewcut but on each side of his head he had long hair
isolated on the halves of his head. Crewcut in the middle. Long hair on the
sides over his ears, black also. He was more Irish-Italian mix but dark and
smoothly hairless also. There was some Chinese in and around his eyes and
his body type. Skinny but also muscled. Urn was his name.

Tarn sighed as he looked at this. Then he looked to his right and saw a
large wooden wheel. The wheel was spun from a strong center piece on the
stone wall. It had an unsmooth surface along its perimeter, the
wheel. Laying back down on it was an older warrior, in leather thong,
British teen, hairless body but for his long brown hair. Blue
eyes. Ogris. "Enjoying yourself, Ogris?"

"I am."  Ogris said, "How long will you let this go on?"

Tarn yawned, "I don't know. I don't really have the strength or desire to
get up and finish you."

Ogris's eyes went wide. "I failed to find the Trio, is that bad?"

"Yes," Tarn laughed. As the wheel spun, Ogris spun with it, being wrist and
ankle chained to it. Tarn stretched and yawned again. He looked at Urn,
"Not done yet? Hasn't he told you what he knows about the Trio?"

"Not yet," Urn said. "But he will," Urn gave a smirk and one corner of his
lips went higher up than the other, "Or he'll die first in great
bellybutton navel pain."

Tarn clicked his fingers and two large muscled older guys came over, "Him
and him," Tarn moved his tongue to the roof of his mouth as if this were
routine. "Change places."

Urn held his knife, "What? No! I didn't have enough time..."


Tarn nodded, "You're too slow, much too slow."

Urn held his knife out to the two muscle guys but one of them just grabbed
his wrist and used his other hand to take it from him. Rul peered his head
up and when he took in what was happening, he smiled a bit smile at first
but it grew. His bellly was throbbing with pain but now with
anticipation. Soon the muscle guards, called the Thoro and wearing only
what appeared to be a stone pair of bikini briefs and slight stone
headpiece over the perimeter of their heads and down their ears, had the
kids switched. The Thoro moved back. All the while they made the change,
Urn cried, "No, no, this isn't fair, no! Not me! It' can't happen like
this! Please! I can't die like this! I'll get him to tell soon!"

Rul was eyeing the different moves Urn's belly made as Urn cried and
gasped. It went in and his navel looked fetchingly hot. As it moved out, it
seemed to be a nice, deep and dark innie but as Urn struggled to get free
of his new bonds and moved his lithe body forward against the ropes, his
body leaned toward Rul but his bound feet stayed at the pole. This gave his
navel a tight stretch and made it stand out, the ridge stood out almost a
half inch and the inner navel seemed to turn inside out. Rul laid the point
of the knife at Urn's navel as it made this expression. Tarn waved a hand
at him, "Do it as you wish. Slow and easy or fast and quick, it matters not
to me."

"Matters not?"  Urn screeched, "I worked hard for you!"

"So I see," Tarn looked at Urn's penis which grew and grew and flopped and
flipped. "Enjoying this?"

"No! NO! I...I..."  Urn looked down as the knife went into his navel, ever
so slowly...

Tarn shook his head, "I see..."  A growing wet spot took hold over Urn's
penis area.

Rul smiled as he let his hand move in and in and in. Urn blabbed more, "No,
I'll get you fer this."

Rul said, "You'll get no one."  He was silent after this, enjoying what he
was doing.

"I...I...oh man, bring it on!"  Urn gave way to a primal love of this
burn. The dull knife found its way into his folds. He moved back to escape
it or to give the idea that he was escaping it or wanted to escape it. He
didn't.


"They all give in sooner or later, they love it," Tarn half told Rul but
seemed to be talking to no one but himself.. Tarn fingered his own navel
and plucked at it with his fingernails, which were not long. "Thoros, that
one. Give yourselves a good work out."  The same two Thoros passed the
struggling Urn and the happy Rul as he plucked navel bits out of Urn and
went to the wheel. A boy was hanging in a small rounded cage that hung from
the ceiling. He was tied by his waist inside it.He was naked. Another boy
was tied upsidedown on the wall behind the wheel. When the wheel turned,
his bare belly tummy was invaded by a small spike sticking out of the wheel
and his navel was churned all around itself. The background noise of the
dungeon was his grunts and groans, a little tight blond boy who was
forgotten by almost all. The Thoros didn't forget. The grunts and struggles
of this blond kept them perpetually hard. One Thoros held a small sword out
as the wheel passed the right side while the other held a short sword on
the other side. Ogris's skin was cut as he was whirled past.

"Cowards," said the British accent, "Let me down and Ill show you a thing
or two about fighin."

They did. Ogris wasn't cut bad but the first signs of a gut wound were
evident. His navel dripped as did his penis beneath his tight and skimpy
thong.

"Fuck that hurt," Url said and looked at Rul with a longing to slay
him. Rul looked back as he lovingly gutted the boy but ever so
slowly...slowly...slow....ly...sl...o...w...ly...  "OW!"

Rul looked back at the nice eyes and fell in love with them but loved
stickin the tight belly more. It wouldn't be long before it plunged beyond
the protective wall the stomach has just behind it.

Ogris said, "Give a sword at least..."

"You will die," Tarn said but wasn't watching. He covered his mouth with a
hand to stop a yawn or a laugh.

"We were friends once," Ogris smiled as a Thoros gave him a long thin
sword, a kind of rapier but a little thicker.

Tarn looked over now, "Did you ever really have friends?"

"Stop talkin about me, mate, as if I am dead already."

"You are," Tarn snapped his fingers in both hands.

The Thoros used their short swords to come in on Ogris. Ogris moved fast
and got around one of them, the thick body not fast enough. Ogris cut one
of the ankles on the Thoros and the man fell. "Gotcha!"  Ogris snapped and
in glee. Rul was having his knife a half inch in Urn's belly button now.

Urn grunted, "Arrrawwwww....oh, look."

Rul turned to see what he looked at, "Ohhhh myy."

Ogris whipped his rapier into the navel of the thick stomach hole of the
Thoros on the floor. "Gotcha! Right there! Feel it!"

Tarn screwed up his mouth, "Means nothing."  The grunt of the Thoros as he
felt his navel popped out his back made Tarn a bit hard but didn't do it
for him. He'd have it before. "Good help is hard to find. Very hard."  He
looked down at his own penis which snuck up a bit. "Well... yeah."


Rul said, "Wow!"

Ogris whipped the rapier out and the Thoros's belly tried to follow it,
floundered as it were. The muscle giant stirred and spat from his penis as
it flopped out of his stone loin cloth from the bottom of the leg
area. Mess on leg. "Yes," Ogris puffed up his chest just in time for his
navel to feel the short sword of the other Thoros. Ogris looked at him
longingly, "Do it."

The Thoros didn't talk much. None of them ever did. Tarn said, "Bred for
figh-in and not talkin."

The Thoros didn't hesitate. He looked at Ogris and Ogris thought he saw
more than just a dead souled warrior. Love. Enjoyment. A lot more was
there. "I can reach you, don't I? Can't I? IIIIIIIIIIIIII."

Ogris gulped and swallowed. He kept his eyes open as long as he could. The
Thoros shoved the sword in about two inches more. He stopped and put a hand
on Ogris's fine and lean chest. Nipples hard. Sweat on both of them mingled
and splayed. "Feels fine," Ogris said,
"Connnnnnnnt.....continueuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"  The Thoros did
obviously. The sword went sliding in more. Ogris bent. "Mate, you've done
me."  The Thoros ripped off Ogris's leather pair with a smaller knife he
had in his stone thong, taking it out quickly and ripping it down the
front. Ogris's penis stiffened out and stood straight up, hitting the sword
shaft. "Gaaaaaaaaa!"  He heard and was turned on by the final huffs of the
other Thoros whose belly he gutted and who was holding the wound with both
hands. "Yes this is the life! Finish it! Finish my navel out my bare
fucking back, bitch boy!"

Tarn said, "Not the life. The death actually."

"Shad up," Ogris laughed, "You ruinin' the moment...burn baby burn!"  The
sword was up to the hilt, his penis dragged with it toward his own belly
and he shot then and there, up the sword and past it to his upper stomach
and valleys of abs, past that up his chest in between his pecs with the
first gob shot and up over his taunt veined shoulder with the second volley
of goo shooting. "Ouhhhhhuhuhuhuhuh," more and more gobbed up and over. In
his hair. The Thoros unstuck him and stood back to watch. Tarn watched the
Thoros.

"Interesting," Tarn said, "Some emotion."

Ogris stood there, a mess. Better than he ever was. He fell ontop of the
body he just killed. On his back, back to stomach. The Thoros looked at
them. "Got you," he said and took Ogris's longer and dropped sword and
plowed it into the mass of both bodies, navel in Ogris outstretched but not
noticable any longer, mangled intestine beginnings. Ogris said something
too.

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
aaahhhhhhhh.........h......"

Ogris died well. The Thoros unstuck him and stood back to his place at the
wall nearest Tarn's chair.


Caliph came down the stone steps to Tarn, not noticing the belly stabbing
going on around him, "Tarn, it is as your Seer said. They have the boy."

Tarn sat up straight finally, "Oh, is it so?"

Caliph smiled, "He was correct."

Behind Tarn in the corner was a pale boy. Blue eyes that turned green at
times. Innocent face. A small white shoulder cape on him and a bit down his
back behind. Bare stomach and back otherwise. Small white sweats that were
cut off at the knees and a pull tie at the waist which he didn't use...the
tie not the waist. He had on ankle bracelets and wrist bands of blue. His
tie rope was red. His boots were purple. He had straight hair that seemed
gelled down the sides of his ears in side burns and behind his ears longer
there. His head had a v down his forehead like Eddie Munster on the
Munsters TV show. He had the niceest of flat barely innie, almost outtie
navels with a few lines in it. It almost had that octopus effect but not
quite. "I am sometimes wrong," the Seer said.

"You will be right for me."

"They have the boy and there are three of them."  Caliph fingered his own
belly button swirl which had some hair on it and around it and a hairline
toward his dick.

Tarn sat up some more, "The trio...and the boy. He may be the key, the key
to this whole forsaken dimension....and the key to my controlling it."

"You?"  Caliph smiled, "What about our king?"

"That fop?"  Tarn stood now and paced to the Thoros. He rubbed his hand on
the bare pecs from nipple to nipple, "Why should he rule? This, the Thoros
are on my side. He has some for him and he has his gladiators and his
guards..."

"Isn't that enough?"

"Yes Caliph," Tarn turned to the Arabian boy in the desert cover rag, "It
is. Which is why you and I have more work to do."


The skinny blond with nice legs was the King here. The Gladiator Master
brought Simon who was formerly of England to the king's bedroom. The king,
Nolo, had blue eyes and wore only a g string as he had when he oversaw
Simon's first gladiatorial combat against Korl, the best gladiator there
was. Simon had killed this massive muscle fighter which was down to luck
and his quickness. But Simon was on slouch. From England, he was into
fighting before being brought to this dimension. Simon had lots of muscle
and no fat. His navel was rotund and meaty, slightly innie and slightly
outtie amid a sea of hard rock washboard abs, cut and ripped all at
once. His arms were big and showed his veins. Simon was thrown on the
cushion bed which was low to the floor. Immediately, the black haired boy,
Yurl, began to work on Simon's lower half, caressing his thick legs and
moving hands up them to his inner thighs, not ending there. On the other
side of the bed, from the top of the circular bed, came the king as the
guards and Gladiator Master left. The blond boy began to caress Simon's
shoulders, "So big and strong. You can kill me and my concubine Yurl at a
second's notice."

"I would see no reason to do that," Simon looked down at the ministrations
of Yurl and he flinched as the black haired boy stretched the skimpy work
out bikini briefs Simon wore to begin hand jobbing his cock. He felt thin
warn soft hands touch his large vein on top of his penis. Simon jerked a
bit and his chest puffed out. "None at all," he shut his eyes.

Nolo put his hands over Simon's massive shoulders and to his nipples on
either side. "I have need of you."

"As a fighter, I see. Well, I am not against it but I'm not really for it
either. Men fighting to the death. I would rather fight and let my loser
live."

"Where's the fun in that?"  Nolo put his head down on one of those
shoulders.

"Not everything is about funnnnnnnn," Simon jerked as Yurl did.

"This is something I shall have to think about," Nolo picked his head
up. He came round on the bed, moving about on his knees to sit on top of
Simon's upper body while Yurl continued to jerk and jerk, Simon's ample
penis finding its way both into Yurl's mouth and at times, up Nolo's bare
and spiny back. Yurl would take it out and spittle washed and drool
dripping, prolong it against Nolo's back, for he knew his king liked
this. Thus a line of wetness was on Nolo's back and lines of spit and pre
cum were from penis to Yurl's mouth, from Nolo's back to Simon's penis and
from Nolo's back to Yurl's mouth, Simon's penis to Yurl's mouth: you get
the idea. As Simon jerked his upper and lower body, Nolo's lithe form held
it down a bit. Simon was surprised at how much the king could hold him down
with his slight weight. Still Simon wasn't trying to get up, just reacting
to involuntary reactions, he thought. Okay, he now thought---that was
voluntary.

"Sheeshhh, he's good," Simon said.

"And so are you," Nolo put his hands on Simon's upper arms, "I can free you
from here if you want it. I want you to kill someone for me."

"I don't know, I kind of like it here, nunfffuhgg, why would I want to
leave?"

"You will live longer," Nolo shrugged, "If you don't I can arrange your
death by slow torture or by gladiator games."

"I see," Simon said, "And just as we were getting on so."


"On and off," Nolo jerked himself very, very slowly, "It is just that I
don't have time to waste. In fact, I want you to kill three someones."

"Okay, tell me more."

Nolo arched and sprang his penis out, "I see how you fight. You must be
better than they. They have a reputation for shutting down arenas like my
own."

"Have they shown any signs of coming....cumming...cumming...oh
man....excuse me your highness...cumming!!!!!! Aw man, shooting now!"

"Me too!"  Nolo gasped, `Bring me off so dawned fast!"  A long line of
white jism shot over the face of Yurl as he directed the penis of Simon. It
shot along the back of Nolo who arched his back and opened his g string to
shoot simultaneously at Simon's chest. It hit Simon's chest, mouth, and
side of his face and jaw. It also sent a second volley over Simon's head to
the back of the bed behind him.

When the huffing stopped, Nolo said, "They are a trio of boys who keep
shutting down arenas."

"But if they have shown no interest in your arena...why bother them? Isn't
that just calling attention to yourself?"

"I want them dead," Nolo said, "I do."

"Hey what about him?"

"I don't want him dead."

"No, no. I mean doesn't he get to get off , too?"

"What a good idea," Yurl said and stood up and tossed Nolo off Simon.

"Yurl! What are you doing?"

"Don't act so offended, we've played before," Yurl said, "But I'd rather
you do me from behind."

Smiling and getting off the bed in the way he was and behind Yurl, the king
entered him from behind. Simon stood from the front and sword fought with
Yurl with their penises.

After getting Yurl off, Yurl lay spent, Si cum covering his whole front
chest and stomach. Nolo said, "I will take you down to my dungeoneer to
show you what will be in store for you if you decide to say yes and then
try to betray me."

"I will look forward to it," Simon said, standing up to get his briefs back
on the correct way.


In the dungeon, Urn had enough and was on the verge of passing out. He gave
one last radical, rebellious look into Rul's face as if to say, "Go on, you
can stick me but it won't do any good. I can resist any stab you put into
my nav."

Rul did put more in. Rul was getting bored too. He shoved the dull knife in
all the way. Took it out. Rul gave a few grunts of power,
"Yaaahaaa.Haaaa. Ahahhhhaaaahuhhh!"

While he did so, Urn swallowed, "Uhnnnn!"

Rul pulled out and shoved it in. Took it out. Shoved it in, again and
again. Urn grunted as much as he could but then Rul was stabbing a dead
body.  It hung their limp and took the jabs into it.

Tarn and Caliph were watching. Tarn said, "I like him. He has promise. Take
him with you. I want you and he to get that boy away from the trio."

Rul came up to Caliph as if to say, "I am ready. Show me what to do and I
will kill for you both."

"Just the two of us?"

"Coward?"  Tarn smiled and put an arm around Caliph's skinny shoulders. He
towered over the Caliph.  "Take any Thoros of mine that you want with
you. I can handle here alone..."

The steps became busy with bodies. Down came Simon, a massive boy that Tarn
beheld. "Like to get my sword into you, boy."  Nolo and Yurl were behind
him.  "My king," Tarn bent, "I may bid you welcome. How may I serve you?"
There were King's Thoros and regular guards as well as the Gladiator Master
there too.

Nolo bit his lip, "Any number of ways, Tarn, but for now, I need this one
fitted with a belt of pain."

"That may take some time," Tarn said, "I have the Seer busy looking for the
Trio."

"Good, good," Nolo said, "All you have to do is forge the belt and then
have the Seer make it invisible. He can do two things at once. "

"Belt of ...of pain?"  Simon asked, "What is this belt of pain?"


"I don't even need to forge one," Tarn told the king as if Simon wasn't
even heard. "It just so happens I have one here."  Reaching to a stall not
far from his chair, Tarn found a belt that was fairly thick. It has
loops. In the center it had a thin but larger at the base than at the tip
point. This point when the belt was fixed onto a person, would find its way
to the navel of the person wearing the belt. "It's fitted," Tarn told
Simon, looking into his eyes now, "...so that if you lie or try to deceive
the king or even if your thoughts go against what he wants, the point will
delve and dig into your belly button...and may I say..."  Tarn reached out
to finger Simon's with his point finger and Simon, at first had his stomach
recoil back. "...you have a nice..."  Tarn reached further to put his
finger right into Simon's navel, "...nay beautiful belly button. Ding
dong."

"That's all you'll get in there is your finger," Simon said.

"That's the spirit! I like that! I like your attitude!"  Tarn laughed and
held him by the shoulders. He nodded to two more Thoro on the other side of
the room. The two giant men came and held Simon by his arms and another
Thoro, the one who slew Ogris, came and held Simon's sides from behind.

Simon protested, "Hey what is this? Cor! Blimey! Stop!"

Simon wiggled and wriggled but the three muscle boys were too much for
him. They held him as Tarn laced the belt around Simon's back and laced it
in front. "It's conditioned magically...to fit anyone who wears it
regardless of their size and the Seer hear will taint it with his own
special cum to make it so that it is attuned to you personally."

Simon flexed his belly back and the belt seemed to have space between it
and his skin. The point was not as painful that way. For it was in his
navel about half an inch unless he did this. "I can't fight with this this
tight. Trio will definitely kill me with this like this."

As Simon said that the point withdrew. Nolo looked into the belt at Simon's
waist and Yurl was looking over Nolo's shoulder, resting his chin on
it. "You see, Simon, my great gladiator man. The more you think like me,
the more the point withdraws."

"They'll see this thing," Simon was not happy as the Thoro let him go.

"The Seer will magically make it invisible," Nolo said, "Isn't that so,
Tarn?"

"Yes," Tarn said, "Your wish is my command, sir."

"You'r e a lout, Tarn," Nolo said and smiled, "That's why I keep you around
the dungeon. Only you could run it so."  Nolo used his hand to be able to
caress the smooth chest and stretched out belly of a boy hanging from his
wrists no the far wall near the steps. He stuck his finger in the kid's
belly button and took it out and smelled it.

Tarn smiled and took the Seer from behind the chair he had from the dark
corner of the dungeon, "Begin."

"What does this mean?"  Rul asked Caliph.

"Soon," Caliph said, "The trio will die....very soon and very
slowly....slowly..."

Rul smiled. Tarn, Yurl, and Nolo also smiled. Simon was smiling too but a
smile of pain as the belt was fitted and soon the Seer made it invisible to
anyone including Simon...