Date: Sat, 22 Oct 2011 19:53:22 -0400 (EDT)
From: J
Subject: TRIO 122

The town was grateful to Pare for stopping the out of control horses from
trampling over some of the children, elderly people, and pregnant
mothers. They were also grateful that Aoi and Pare dispatched two killer
teens called Chaney and Leigh High. Some of the people were afraid of Trio
and shied away from them and this puzzled them. They did not know that
there were three others who were calling themselves Trio.

Trio moved on. They were unaware that a redheaded kid entered the same town
and had already told them that Trio had turned over a new leaf.

NOTE: Gutsy's stories can be thought of as taking place almost anywhere
along the timeline but I tend to think of them as happening between TRIO
120 and TRIO 121 but they can easily happen between TRIO 121 and TRIO
122. Alternately, Gutsy's TRIO storylines can happen in other places as
well such as before TRIO please Wiz in 118 so between 118 and 119, thus
before the snow storm story. All the other episodes are slightly linked to
each other but the battles Gutsy describes can fit in almost anywhere or in
another universe with another TRIO...



Ran was Comanche and wore only a loin cloth, a brown fringe vest he took
from a conquered racist cowboy, and moccasins. He was 14 now and more
muscled than when he knew Trio. He still wore feathers in his hair, red,
white, blue, pink. His hair had grown even longer and thicker than when he
knew Trio. He had trained more and was now, in addition to being even
taller, more thick but with none of the skinniness that had graced him, not
that he was fat. He had almost no body fat and if someone did a test on him
they'd find only 6 percent body fat. His abs, what some would call cum
gutters, stuck in and were more pronounced than before. He still possessed
a washboard stomach but if anything it was even more muscled and
attractive. In its center was a big round belly button that had what seemed
to be another belly button inside it, this one slightly outtie and longer
than it used to be. There was also a slightly scar in the navel from an
earlier battle. Ran wore a short cut leather and open vest, displaying his
magnificent chest and firm set of abs. He jumped off his magnificent black
horse and tied it to a stall. He moved to a series of low roofed
cabins. Outside the cabins in the streets were tables set up. People were
selling goods on them: preserved meat, metal, weapons, hay, eggs, fruit,
vegetables, hooks, horse shoes, and other items. There were some women
manning the tables but most were young men, teens, old men, and even
younger children, some as young as nine. Ran moved to a young curly haired
boy with freckles. He looked like a young Johnny Whitaker from SIGMUND AND
THE SEA MONSTERS. Only the boy was young, maybe 7 or 8, Ran figured. He
smiled, "You. I've heard from another town that you're saying you saw
Trio..."

"Yes, sir," the boy said, coming out from behind a table with bottles on
it.

"Are you selling....alcohol?"

"Yes, sir," the boy said, "After Trio killed a lot of the men in our town,
no one comes to our tavern any more and at the same time, I need money to
buy my own food."

Ran's long black silky hair blew in the gentle breeze, "Are you sure...sure
it was Trio. They don't just kill people who are trying to make a living
unless..."

"Unless nunthing."  The boy picked up a bottle and held it at Ran, "Trio is
now evil. They kill anyone. I'm lucky they didn't kill me, too. They wanted
me to spread the news that they are doing whatever they want. And they want
to just kill...anyone, even people who don't hurt anyone..."

"No," Ran said, "Not Trio. They wouldn't do that. I know them. I know
Trio. I fought side by side WITH them."

>From one of the cabins behind the open marker, three figures jumped down
to the seller side of the table. The boy ducked under it, out of sight. One
of the three, the Latino, flashed a sword. "What's your name, dude?"

"Ran," Ran said from across the table.

"Well, then, Ran, I just ran Ran through," the Puerto Rican smiled, thick
lips, long mallet tail of hair behind him.

Ran gasped, "What?"  He looked down. The table had a table cloth on
it. Under the cloth, however, was a thick object. Two thick objects now as
the Puerto Rican's sword filled the space just above the table top. From
out of the cloth and just above the table, the inch thick metal of a sword
was seen. Ran didn't even feel it as it filled his belly button. "Pain
did...didn't register."  The point was just in his navel and sticking it
but it wasn't fatal. The rest of the crowd panicked and scattered.

The boy who pretended to be Pare smiled, "Well, maybe didn't ran you
through yet..."  He shoved his elbow and this gave the effect of the point
CHUCK CHUCKING through Ran's navel. On either side of the Latino were two
others. On the right was a tall surfer dude with long, longer than Sole's
would be...blond who pretended to be Sole.

The boy who pretended to be Sole said, "Get it over with and through him
already so we can get on with Trio business."

Ran stammered, trying to reach his own knife but the boy who pretended to
be Pare saw this and shoved the sword in deeper and said,
"Deeper...deeper...deeper..."

Ran's mouth opened, "Know you not Trio now. Trio would ...Sole would want
it go on for a longggggahhhh time."

>From the boy who pretended to be Pare's right side, a Chinese boy, shorter
than Sole seemed hard and cold, "Then we make appearances..."  he shoved a
sword over the table and it had a thin point. It found it's way alongside
the other sword...right in Ran's navel.

"No, not that," Ran looked down. His own dick boiled up out of his loin
cloth. It was already wet with bubbling thick translucent pre cum. He could
feel the cum itself moving through him, leaving his hard balls and making
its way to a last extraction. He shook. "No, not now."

The Asian boy twisted the sword and stuck his chin up at Ran from across
the table. "Yes, now."

Ran gasped. On the other side, Pare slid the sword in some more. Ran
sweated.

Riding on the plains toward the small town were two boys. Apache and
younger than Ran, they wore only loin cloths and moccasins. They had long,
thick jet black hair. The one on front of the white horse they were on was
Remus, his jet black hair streaming behind him and hitting his twin brother
Romulus. They rode bare back, bare for the horse and for their backs. Remus
was the tougher of the two but they were built the same: far apart hips
with a flat belly in between, hairless, smooth, and broad chests, even for
their young age. Rom, even while his brother's hair hit him in the face,
was able to see far away. "Rem! Do you see that?"

Rem yelled, "Ran!!!!"  Even as the horse rode, he whipped out an arrow from
a small canister on his bare back and began to string it to a bow and
arrow.

Ran gasped, "No! NO! GET OUT OF HERE! FIND TRIO AND TELL THEM WHAT HAPPEN!"

The redhead under the table gasped as the tall blond surfer warrior kicked
the table and it went flying. The redhead jumped back, crouched and landed
on his back, his bulb outtie navel to the three killers. Sole's faker swung
his spear across his belly and scratched it, "Get outta here, you little
runt!"  The boy fell back, rolled backwards and sprang up and ran.

An arrow passed the boy who would be Sole's shoulder so he flung his spear
the two younglings on the white horse. The horse dodged and the spear just
knicked both sides of the boys, hitting their ribs and causing just a small
nick wound there. "Fuck!"  Rem gasped and started to remove another
arrow. The redhead ran out of the town outskirts towards them. "No, no,
leave, run, ride away!"

"Get him!"  Rom said from behind.

"With an arrow?"  Rem aimed.

"NO, shithead!"  Rom gasped and leaned down as the horse rode at the
redhead and he pulled the redhead up between them and sat him tight up
against him, his brother in front and him dick tight to the redhead's ass.

The boy said, "A friend of your's?" He looked as if he were going to cry.

>From behind, Rom held the boy's waist, a tight freckled one he noticed,
"He's our chief."

"You can't help him, they got him and got him good," the boy said, scared
and shaking. "Right in the belly button. And lookatwhat that blond one did
to my stomach."

Rom looked at it and fingered the kid's navel in the process for good
measure, "It...it's just a scratch. Look," e leaned back to expose his own
bod to the kid, "I got one, too," and he took the kid's hand from his
brother's lat area--for the kid was holding on--and put it at his own ribs
and the kid quickly removed it. "It's just a knick."

"I got one, too," Rem said.

Rom put his hands on the boy's shoulders, "Don't worry. I'll...we'll
protect you."

Rem rolled his eyes and looked at Ran and the three killers, "We're not
going to leave you!!!"

The Asian smiled and looked Ran in the eyes, "How touching."  He thugged
the sword in and twisted again, making a full circle in the former circle
of Ran's navel, "Feel that. How'd do you like that, redskin?"

"Sure feels good," Ran stammered, "Like it a lot, keep me cumming, I mean
keep it cumming, hot one."

"We're cumming!"  Rem yelled.

"NO! THAT'S A DIRECT ORDER! MY LAST TO YOU BOTH. YOU ARE BOTH NOW LEADERS
OF OUR TRIBE, AND THE FIRST THING I ORDER IS TO GET THAT KID TO SAFETY AND
YOURSELVES, TOO. GET TRIO HERE! BEFORE THESE THREE CAN LEAVE! YOU TWO ARE
THE ONLY RIDERS WHO CAN GET TO THEM THAT FAST."

As he spoke, the blond one realized what Ran was saying and whipped his
second thin spear point up and gripped it with both hands as he aimed it
directly sideways into the Indian's side navel, and he jabbed it good and
hard into Ran's navel. This made three things stabbing Ran in his belly
button. The Asian realized, too, what Ran was doing and stepped up to him,
driving his elbow forward and this in turn made the sword bury further into
Ran's body, chucking out the point through his belly button back wall and
deeper into his meat. His abs shook and rippled as sweat beaded down. At
the same time, his innards just inside and behind his navel felt the
grinding of the three weapons in there. As the weapons met each other, he
felt lines of skin and meat--his own meat--being rent and ripped and
torn---his navel rim was hard above it and missed most of it but then the
blond one moved his spear out a bit and cut the upper rim in two. Ran
looked up at the blond's blue eyes. The blond snarl/smiled at him and
grunted. "Ahhhhhhhh.....haaaaa"

Ran gasped, "Gaaaaaaaaahhhhh. Cooowwwwar..."

The blond stabbed deeper and deeper and felt air out Ran's back. The Asian
had his hilt up to Ran's flesh and the sword he held in him could no longer
be seen...from Ran's front but it jutted out Ran's back, a direct line
in. The Latino had moved his sword down, the hilt down, the point up and
then...he just decided to level it. It cut inside and moved Ran's upper
navel down into his lower and the two mingled and mixed....

"Daaaaaahaahhhhhhahhhh! Ahhhhh! Gaooooo! NOOOOOOAWW!"  Ran gasped and his
knees started to buckled. He held his ground. He looked them all in the
face but then looked down at his disposing navel, it was gone, in its place
were two swords and a spear. He tightened his abs around them and
admitted. "Say, this DOES feel good! OHhhhhhhfuck!"  He saw, beyond the
mess that was in his navel, his dick head spurting out of the loin cloth
and firing up. It shot him in the face and he blinked. He arched backward,
his dick arched upward and forward, splattering himself on the chest, the
thighs, the neck and chin. The firing continued and he shot a massive load
at the blond's ample pectorals. Mentally, he consciously squeezed his balls
and his dick without touching them with his hands in order to hold the cum
back. He had to hold them here long enough for the boys to get away...if
those two ruffian kids obeyed him. Sometimes they did. He looked to where
they were. They had stopped coming and that was a good sign...for he was
cumming. A different kind of cumming.

The Latino giggled and laughed so hard he arched backward, his sword
removing a bit from Ran's navel and then with a thick FISSHHPUMPLING sound
THAWCAKCED out of Ran's navel hole and left a huge empty hole that filled
with air and pain. Ran looked up and arched back again,
"Garrrraaarrrraackkkkafawaaewwwwwfuckyou!"

"No," the Pare fake laughed one more time and then got serious again and
came up to Ran, almost shoulder to shoulder, "FUCK YOU!"  He ran the sword
into the hole grinding it against the spear that was the blond boy's. The
spear, for its part, jerked in and out slightly but never came out. It also
moved slightly at the tip so that it struck new meat in his navel and
beyond, the point having receded from the back and going into him again and
then directly back in to new areas formerly untouched. His dick launched up
and cum hit the Latino in the eyes. He yelled and moved back and as he did,
more wads of boy love juice struck him in the chest and dripped down his
pec valley to his cum gutters and down to his own outtie navel. "I"ll get
you for that!"

"Thought," Ran gasped, "You'd like that."  He managed to talk slowly but as
he straightened out again, the Asian shook his sword free with a loud,
"GAAAAAA-HAAAAAA! DIE!"  The sword came out and so did Ran's dick,
exploding again at the Asian and covered yellow skin with white wads of
wondrous clumps of unwhacked cum! It covered the fantastic hairless abs of
the Asian, the tits buried in cum, which formulated and stood on the
Asian's ample nipples, the tops of which held the cum in place--until the
killer leaned forward for another sword thrust strike into Ran.

Ran sucked in air involuntarily. He tried to let it out of his throat as
little as possible, perhaps holding it in buy him some more time of life.

"HAAAAAA!"  the three younger boys heard the faker Trio gasp as they
plunged. The three boys on the horse saw the spear puncture out the back of
Ran just above is lower spine and following closely the sword popped out,
too. And then the other sword. All three moved around and slid against each
other, Ran buckling back and forward as the trio of weapons tore at his
navel tunnel and from there made other butcheries.

"Trio kills again," the redhead, grim, said.

Rem slightly turned, "THEY were not Trio. Not at all."

"If you say so," the boy said.

"What's your name?"  Rom asked.

"I don't remember it. I also don't know if I was ever given a name. If I
was born here and lived my whole life in this land or if I was born
somewhere else. All I know is this land."

"I'll...we'll call you Red."  Rem said.

"What about those bastards?"  Red asked. "Can't you help your chief?"

"There's nothing we can do," Rom said.

"Yes, there is," Rem said, "We can get the real Trio and bring em back here
to slay these three."

The redhead said, "If they can..."



THE RETURN OF TRIO



Ran tightened his stomach around the weapons in him and he grabbed at the
hands on the spear but the other two from the other side rammed the swords
and moved them around, swishing the swords to make unheard of tunnels from
his navel cavity. Ran gasped and his dick spat out and he jerked forward
and arched and then jerked like a slow moving puppet forward and
stopped. Then he sank and his back folded with his body, forward. The Blond
jerked the spear out of the boy's belly and an ample amount of belly meat
came out with it. Ran gasped as the spear unstuck from his muscular lean
body. He put his hands out toward the other two, twisting their way. They
twisted too.

"DIE!" The Asian repeated.

"Yeah, die already," the Latino jerked the sword and twisted, angling. He
pulled his sword out too and raised it in the air and raised his other hand
up, too, making a fist. "Victory!"


"You bastards!!"  Ran fell but the Asian took his free hand and put it on
Ran's chest and held him up while he swiveled the sword, using wrist and
elbow action separately at times and together at other times. This caused
Ran even more pain.

Ran punched the Asian in the face, "Just kill me already!"

"AFFafffh!!"  The Asian fell back and let go of his sword. Ran reached up
with both hands, winced from the intense belly pain he felt, hunched over,
his stomach crunching on his wound and on the sword and he pulled the sword
out, using the hilt. He tried to turn it around but the blond and the
Latino restuck him with spear and sword again and he huffed out all the air
in his lungs and belly. The spear and sword went through him again at new
angles, untouched meat stuck. The spear entered higher and went out lower,
low low low in the back. The sword struck from on low and moved up through
his upper navel ridge and deeper and stuck upward to his upper abs from
inside his navel. Ran gasped and dropped the sword.

The Asian snatched it up. The Blond laughed at him. The Latino laughed,
too. "Shut the fuck up," the Asian snapped and cut a direct line into the
American Native's belly button that was already mangled and let it slide
through him. He felt the meat resisting and said, "You are...were strong
bodied. You hot boy."  He laughed, "Not any more."

"I...was...a...warrior."  Ran said and as the trio pulled their weapons out
again and prepared to strike once more, Ran fell back and landed
horizontally, on his back. He kicked a bit and his legs went up and down,
trying to get up.  He gasped and stopped trying to get up and his legs just
kicked to bare the pain.

"Ha," The blond said again and came over him and looked down,
sneering. With a victory ULLLLLLL! The blond drove the spear up and then
tore down into the belly of Ran one more time. Ran folded upward and then
backward, his hips arched up and he gasped, "AAWWWWLWLLWLWWLWWAOL! FUCK!"
The spear seemed to take forever to do its work and cut through him and
into the ground under him. He gasped and his dick, not yet sated, unloaded
again and again. Cum flew through the air. The Asian tried to catch some
with his sword. He cut down into Ran too. The Latino followed suit. Ran
jerked and jerked and jerked. "You ARE hard to kill!"

The Latino sneered, "More hard than hard!!!"

"I wanna fuck it and kill it," The Asian said and twisted his sword out.

The three withdrew and looked at their handiwork. Ran kicked a leg up and
then down and his body arched from the shoulders but then with a cry of
intense pain, he fell back and was still. His eyes closed and his head
rolled. Aoi struck one more time in the navel and pulled out. Ran gasped
one last time and his body turned to and fro. "ARGGGGGGHAGWAD!"

Then all was completely still, except for his dick which waved in the air
still spurting joy juice of intense clumps and lumps. Finally, it too,
stopped and began to withdraw.  Little spurts continued for some time,
though, and jerks. Even after Ran was dead. "Oh that's so cool," the Latino
jumped up and down, "That was so cool. The killing. The feeling of putting
it in him as his hot muscle bod worked to stop our steel.... and failed!
The way I could feel his life drain out from my arm to my hand to my
swordaahhh..."  He was absently jerking his own uncut dick to a froth and
he shot a heavy load out the squishy head. "AHH shit."

"Hey, watch it," the blond smiled, "But I know how you feel," he said,
looking down at his own fully erect nine incher.

"Think those kids we let live will get the real ones, Artie?"  The Asian
asked the Latino.

The Latino snorted, "Hey, don't use my real name. I'm Pare, Brand."

"Don't call me Brand, then," The Asian snapped back at him.

"Guys, guys, don't argue. Save it for the real Trio," the Fake Sole said.

Both of them answered him, "Okay, Sack."

He bristled at his real name. "Saying our real names isn't safe. It'll
break what we're trying to do."

"What are you trying to do?"  The Fake Pare asked.

"Turn the towns against Trio," the blond said, "That way we can then make
everyone think Trio has turned evil and then we take our Trio selves out of
the picture and become ourselves again after we kill the fake Trio."

"Yes, and then they will pay us good," the Fake Aoi said.

"Well."

"Well what?"

"Never mind."


Red fell asleep on Rem's back. Rom put his head against Red's back and shut
his eyes, feeling up the kid's freckled shoulders. As the sun went down,
they rode on.


It was an old castle but kept functioning. It seemed plopped in the middle
of a flat plain of desert which had a huge lake on one side and a jungle on
the other. The flat plain was large and went on for miles. Littered on the
plain at the moment were some bodies of warriors, some naked, some wearing
thongs, some wearing loin cloths. Many were still alive and moving to their
final death throes. Some kicked. Many were on their bellies. Some on their
backs, arching butt off the ground. Some had on headpieces, some flimsy
skin masks, some pointed helmets, some with helmets that resembled deer
antlers or bull horns. Almost all of them had wounds in their belly
buttons. The bodies were littered up to the castle and stopped as outside
it Aoi and Pare battled about 50 warriors. With them and on their side were
new recruits that joined their cause to save the princess inside the
castle: Among them were Van, Jed, Marcus, Clay, Dell, Barka, Hen, and
Gep. Beyond that there was a spot where the bodies continued again and that
led from the front of the castle doors, two large wooden affairs and up the
steps in the main hall just inside the doors. Aoi circled two large men,
both muscled. The two looked at each other and Aoi stood there, holding his
two swords up. The two men ran at him, yelling. He jabbed two swords,
crossing them, up at the two larger men, hairless and older as they rushed
him. The men got their bellies stabbed as they ran into the sword
points. Aoi struck the sword deeper, "Sole is all alone in there..."

Pare had two knives. He ducked under two thin and tall attackers and jabbed
the points into the two men's navels and struck them up to the hilt. The
two men gasped. "He can take care of himself."

Aoi looked at Van, "What about the princess? Who'll take care of her once
he saves her?"

Van looked at Aoi, "I'm the only one who's not gay. I'll go."  He rose up
from a crouching position as he straddled a hairy man who seemed to be in
his 30s. He just crisscrossed two knives over the man's belly and felt the
man's dick rise up under a tight pouch. He jumped off the man, who looked
at his own butchered belly and groaned. Van sheathed his two knives and ran
into the castle doors, passing the redheaded 22 year old Clay as Clay
jerked the point of his spear into a man, undid it, and stabbed another
soldier warrior in his belly button. On the other side of Clay was Jed, a
black youth, about 18, using a sword to pierce as many attackers' belly
buttons as he could. He was sweating and yet smiled as he stabbed one after
another after another as they kept coming.

Spearing a belly right through and into the belly of a warrior behind that
one, Clay smiled, "He thinks he's not gay. I say he has another thing
cumming."

Running another stomach through, Jed laughed, "He's gay all right. See his
boner as he fought? He loves butchering bellies."

Clay undid his spear and kicked at a warrior who was behind him, trying to
rush him from behind. The youth fell, a boy who had half red hair and half
blond hair at the part in the middle of his head. Not wanting to waste
time, Clay brought the spear down into the youth's very abby stomach, right
into the shallow navel and twisted and undid it to level it at another
young attacker, this time one who looked American Indian. The youth on the
ground tried to fold his body as he bore the pain. He wanted to touch his
navel wound but dare not. He moaned. "Shit! My belly button!"

Many on the ground dying were saying similar things.

Aoi jumped up, cut the bellies of three more attackers in a swishing
slice. The three boys looked at each other, unaware that they were done
before they started. They looked down at their own bellies and found navel
stalks hanging out, navels cut, stalks falling out of themselves and navels
jutting out. "I count about 20 left to cut down by us!"

Pare jumped up, kicked out with both boots and felled two more attackers
that were larger then he. He landed on with one foot on one's dick and his
other foot on the other's dick and leaned down fast and swiped a knife
across both bellies, making sure the slit he made cut across the outtie
navels, then he stuck down in the navel of each, "Hey hot stuff, make that
18."

Inside, Van looked around the main hall where bodies were kicking their
last, rolling over at times, moving legs or arms uselessly. He gawked and
snickered.

The dying said things similar to the dying outside. "Oh my guts."

"Oh, my navel.  "Oh, my belly button."  "He got me right in the belly."
"My navel's gone! It's gone."  "Shut up and die and let me die in pieces,
man."  "It burns so hot in my navel shaft!"  "Fuck, I'm going fast!"
"Feels so goodah!"  "Oh that's the stuff, man! Feel it good as you
die. Jerk me off."  "Where are ya?"  "Next to ya!"

Two dying guys jerked each other off and Van wasn't sure they finished
before they expired. He didn't wait to stick around but made his way up the
steps. "Sole came this way."  He noticed more bodies on the steps and tried
to step over them but there so many, he had to walk on their chests,
bellies, and dicks. One body he stepped on gasped.

Van used the point on this boot to jab the navel of the one that moved. He
made his way up the steps, his sword out and ready. Van was curly haired,
with jet black locks of hair, long and he looked a bit like Logan
Lerman. He had green eyes and a muscled body. He seemed to be about 17. He
had no body fat on him, only sinewy muscle which backed up a confidence of
almost complete arrogance. He strode up the steps past some bodies that
were definitely dead. Except one. One moved, two moved, three moved. It was
one man, alive, who was hiding under four bodies. He moved them off him so
that two fell off the steps on one side and the other two fell at Van on
the other side. The man stood up. He seemed to be about 30 years old, well
built, hair sparse on his chest and a bit down his stomach with a trail
toward his dick, which, like Van himself, getting hard over the dying, was
sticking at the loin cloth. The base of his cock could be seen at the all
too skimpy loin cloth. The man held his sword at Van's chest. Van backed
up, on top dying men and boys but knocked the sword to the side with his
own. The man had a goatee. "YOU...are a coward."  Van told him.

"I am your teacher, kid, and your killer," the man had thin hair but it was
long down both sides of his head and around the back. It wasn't as curly as
Van's but it was not exactly straight either. The man had dark brown eyes
that glinted.

"We shall see. To hide like that," Van nodded at him and bowed slightly. He
blocked several attacks by the man as they fought on top of the dead
warriors and the dying warriors. There was little room on the narrow steps
and to one side was the stone wall, thick marble stones held together by
ancient cement. Van hit the wall with his back and parried and thrust. He
also blocked the strong attacks by the older man.

"I am Kal and I shall kill you very soon, youth," Kal smiled.

"Old man," Van pushed sword against sword and sweated, "You boast too much
for one who would wear his comrades for cover."  Van's hairless and ripped
stomach tightened. He looked completely sculpted with muscles everywhere,
certainly more than the goatee wearing Kal.


In the chamber room just to the right of the top of the steps, Sole heard
the clanking of sword against sword as Kal fought Van. He ignored
it. Whoever it was would have to fend for himself or die as he should if he
could not. Sole faced an older man, too. The man was taller than even he
and thin and wearing a leather mask with the eyes and mouth, and nose cut
out. The man had some hair on his chest. He only wore a thong and was
hairier than Sole would have liked. Sole pointed his sword at the man, "Let
her go or I'll kill you."

"Back off or I'll kill her!"  The man's mask also had a metal piece
headband which sported two spiked horns from it. Although to Sole, he
looked ridiculous like that, the rest of the man's body was hot, he
thought. The man was obviously one who ate well, worked out or had a
strenuous life as his muscles were ample even if he was tall and somewhat
on the skinny side. The chest he could spot behind the damsel in front of
the man was sportingly decent. The man had his sword sideways to the blond
girl's throat as he held her with his other arm, gripping her arm. She wore
all pink and a long pointed hat. To Sole, she looked completely ridiculous.

"Tell you what."  Sole smiled, "I will back off and not kill you, if you
just let her go."

"Not kill? You're Trio, of course, you will kill thee just as I let her
go," the man stated.

"What's your name?"

"Tro," Tro stated. "I will kill her if you don't move back and then I will
kill you. How bout that?"

"Maybe," Sole smiled, his long blond hair now cut slightly shorter than
usual. "But maybe I will let you escape out that window to the back where
my friends will not kill you or see you. I've turned over a new leaf...I
grow weary of killing even vermin like you who give up...hiding behind a
woman..."

"You won't kill me?"  Tro said, "Or even try?"

"Naw, I'm Trio, I can do that easily, even now."

"Okay..."  Tro started to release the girl but the girl found a sword,
aimed by Sole and held in his strong hand, zipping past her and into the
belly of the man behind her. The man gawked and gasped.

Sssssliiiiiiiiiiiiiide....sliiiiiidaaahhh...

"Gaaaaaaa! HULT! HILT! HITL!"  Tro made these sounds.

Tro bent over as Sole grabbed the girl's arm and pulled her away from Tro's
crouched over and stabbed body. Sole let her go to one side of the chamber
room and to him the more important thing was to keep his sword hand where
it was and then slowly slide it into the rest of Tro's navel cavity "DIE."

"You said...you said I could climb out the window..."

"Never said that."  Sole said and jerked the sword sideways that it cut a
wedge into the navel and across it. Tro moved to the window. "But if you
want out of it so bad..."  He moved Tro's body so that Tro's back was to
the window...

"Said you wouldn't kill me..."

"I lied, didn't I?"  Sole smiled as the girl watched. Sole jerked the sword
into the navel and beyond. The girl could hear the chunk of meat that was
Tro's inner belly crunching to Sole's metal point. Sole's dick rose out of
his loin cloth and was wet, ready to pop. Tro's dick let loose as Sole
tossed him at the same time removing his sword. With his free hand, Sole
tossed and the move of the sword headed in the same direction. Tro fell out
the window, clutching his blooded belly button. He was dying as he flew
down and yelled. He hit with a thud and a splash and a gasp. A blond head
filled the window hole out the long, lean curved side of the tower. Sole
looked out the window. "I wonder if he was dead before he hit...oh no, he
wasn't, I can see."

Tro's dick popped and man juice rocketed up and hit a vertical point that
it could no longer penetrate in the air and then it flopped down and hit
his heaving belly.

Sole said, watching, " I guess the fall wasn't enough to kill `im."

"Thank you so much!"  The girl came at Sole who turned and looked
unwilling. She hugged him and put her head on his ample chest. "You saved
me! I owe you so much. So, so, so much."

"Pink lady, you're barking up the wrong, uhm, celery stalk," Sole removed
the girl from his body, taking both her arms, "Sorry but I don't stab that
way, miss. Stay here though..."

The girl looked confused, then frowned, then moved back. She looked out the
window and saw Tro breath his last... "Good riddance to bad trash."

"Ohhhhhhhh..."

Sole had a sword in front of his tight body. He still heard the sword
clanking outside, on the steps...He saw a spear in the corner of the
chamber room and retrieved it.


On the steps...Van had Kal on his back and raised his sword up high over
his own head. Kal smirked and thrust his sword up at Van's muscular tight,
impossibly abbed stomach. Van saw this and knew the sword would hit him so
he jerked back but lost his balance. As he fell, Kal got off his own back
and thrust at Van. He missed but not by much. Van had turned the sleek
stomach to the side and the sword struck only air. But Van fell backward
now and to save himself falling all the way down the steps, he bent his
knees and crouched. Unfortunately, his abs were now crunched up and his
head bent. He looked up. Kal was there, hovering over him, sword gleaming
as it flashed. It struck Van right in the navel and just as Van unbent his
legs to stand. Van was half standing, half kneeling when he felt the silver
sword invade his navel hole. It was just stretched out from his crunch. It
crunched again as Van bent to the sword hit. "HILLLLLLLLLL!
Ggaaaaaagulllllll!"

"Kid nowadays. Thought you were so hot, kid. And you right. You are
hot. Hot in life and hot in death. What a bod you have, too. Hot to stab
into..."

Kal extended his arm and this had the effect of having the sword pierce
through the back wall of Van's belly button. Van stuck his belly in and
bent his head down but then the pain being what it was, he thrust his body
up and at Kal, somewhat involuntarily. He gasped again and again as he was
stabbed. And as he was stabbed he felt Kal move closer and closer and
thrust his body against one side of his own. Kal's hair on his belly rubbed
against the hairless, smooth skin of the tight bodied Van. "Oh, kid, you
are so fuckin' hot. Die. Want it slow or fast, which way you like it, boy?
Slow or fast?"

Van's body felt good as he felt Kal's hot muscle against his own, "Both,
man, I like it both way...sssssaaaaaaa! GUTTTTIN!"  Van tried to take a
knife out of his own thong but as he split his seed from the front, Kal's
own dick tip spilled against Kal and Van's belly, splashing, washing
everywhere skin was. The cream was all over the under belly buttons, in the
belly buttons, and frothing up above belly buttons.  Kal shoved his
shoulder into it and put his free hand on Van's shoulder to steady
him. Van's back arched. Then Kal let go and Van slid back, Kal held the
sword in place and Van's belly button just slid off the sword. Van fell
backwards with a gasp, a splash, and a meat crunching sound as meat tried
to fill the vacant lot in Van's navel cavity. "FFAAAAK!"  Van fell onto the
pile of now dead warriors. One was obviously still alive though as he
gasped when Van hit him.  Under his bare back, Van felt wet spots of dicks
already erupted, pre cum, cum, and blood. Van felt good to die in battle
and to slowly die from navel pain with hot bodies under him and all around
him. "Glad it was you who kilt me..."  Van looked up to see Kal standing
over him. "You are hot, too.."

"So not a coward then?"

"You? Yeah, you still are..." Van gasped just before an angry look from
Kal. Kal raised his sword arm, elbow back and drove the sword right into
the waiting, puckerish navel of Van. Van threw his head back, shut his
eyes, and then gasped heavily. Loudly. He looked down at the steel
perpendicular to his navel. "It...is...good."

"DIE, young one!"  Kal said. He took the sword out and put it in four more
times as Van seemed to refuse to finally breath his last.

"Feelin' good..."

"Oh die already, kid, give it up! Give up your ghost, your done for!"  Kal
stabbed again, four more times. Finally, Van gasped and was dead. "Now, for
that blond from Trio. He can't have kilt Tro that fast so I'll be able to
sneak up on him...."  As Kal said this and Van died, Kal carefully snuck up
the steps toward the chamber room entrance.

He bent low to look into the room but first he had to get up the top step
and it was dark there. He wondered if he should wait. He decided that Van's
calling him coward would prompt him to not wait. He trod up the steps and
found an arrowed spear head embedded into his navel. He looked down as the
pointed prongs on the arrowhead on either side, jutted into his fleshy
navel. "OAFTTTTTT! OAFFFFFFFFF!"

"You are an oaf!"  Sole was holding the spear in both hands. "And a hot
one, at that!"  He shoved the spear into Kal. "Slow or fast?"

"Whaaa?"  Kal looked down at his own navel, which now played host to the
spear body as the arrow delved deep into the pool of inner body behind the
navel.

"You are a man's man, aren't ya?" Sole gasped and picked his chin up at Kal
as he moved closer. They could each feel the other's breath, hot and
heaving under the battle scenario.  "How nice of you to be so fucking hot,
too. Die, macho man! DIE!"  Sole shoved and jerked and shoved more. Kal
tried to bend his body but Sole at times removed his own hand from the
spear and shoved Kal's chest so that Kal would stand upright. "Make it
last, dude!"

At first, Kal thought to hold the spear and gripped it tight. That didn't
stop the blond from inching it into his button and at times, jerking it
hard into his navel. "KAWK!"

"Feel it good, you man's man!"  Sole breathed out hard. Kal's body jerked
as it felt the arrow head point and the side points dragging sideways into
him at the same time as it the point dug into him head on. His dick rose
and nubbed against the spear shaft. It sided past that and pre cum dripped
and flooded everywhere, pooling on the top of the head of the dick.

"That feeling. I never felt anything like that before in my life."

"N' now you're feelin' it in your death. Enjoy that, man, you're not gonna
feel anything after it's over."

Kal let go with one hand and held the shaft with the other but the boy's
hand was so strong and his energy so vibrant, that he knew it was
useless. He grabbed Sole's shoulder and pushed him but Sole resisted and
jabbed harder. "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! Gaaaaaalllllllltaaaaafatallll!"

Kal felt the three points, one dead on in, the other two finding every spot
in his navel, the side walls pricked on both sides as Sole dragged it from
side to side while also keeping it moving in. Kal felt something pop behind
his navel. The pain intensified. He tried two hands, one on each of Sole's
shoulders. His belly was taking on a mind of its own as it moved of its own
accord, responding to the stabbing of the sides of his navel which seemed
almost inadvertent but wasn't. He heaved up and down and his navel now
seemed intent on getting itself stabbed for as he heaved and rocked and
thrust himself, his own body jabbed itself into the points, he rocked from
side to side and Kal thought this was to get that feeling of the points in
his sides again. He put hands on Sole's pecs and pushed but Sole pushed
back and caused him more pain and that mixed with the rocking of his own
belly as it wanted to feel that.

"Gawed, kilt by a 14 year old, how embarrass....ssssaaaaaack! YAAAA!"

"Hey, I'm almost 16 now, man," Sole smiled at him and looked with grunting
force now and snorted air out his nose and with grunting force. He grit his
teeth as air sucked in and out and he snorted out nose and mouth at the
same time, looked at the man intently in the eyes, his own eyes full of
rage and fury in order to kill Kal and Sole was also filled with a sexual
energy that Kal could not deny. "You musta been hiding, ay? Well did you no
good. Man, what a body you got! Feel it stuck like a braver warrior! HA!"

Kal gasped and shot another load all over Sole's body, spasming, splashing
against Sole's swimmer/bodybuilder body, washing white on curvy abs and
filling the half outtie half innie navel, and rocketing white male gunk all
over the chest, climbing those tremendous pecs and filling the void in
between. Sole gasped, huffing as he leaned on Kal, body to body, "Dude, I
so wanna fuck you right in your ass, dude. I so wish I had the fuckin time
ta!"  Sole kissed Kal, "You prob'ly not gay though, you such a macho man N
all."

"No," Kal gasped, "Go ahead..."

"Naw, can't, just go ahead yourself and die!"  Sole jabbed the sword in and
then moved it every which way he could.  He kissed Kal one more time and
puffed his chest up into Kal, causing him more pain as the spear
churned. Sole's own dick burned and churned just under Kal's navel and
found a spot for it inside the navel, gorwing up into the lower ridge and
the space just under, filling it with white cum to mix with the blood
there.

When satisfied and satiated sexually and manly, his chest moved away from
his victim and Sole pushed him off the steps. Kal gasped and landed and
kept on huffing as he cam again and again. "SOOOO fuckin hot!"  Sole ran
down the steps and saw Van's dying or dead body, he couldn't tell which and
even though Van was an ally, he didn't care to stick around and see
which. He had to help the others outside if they needed it. It was too late
to help Van. Sole did notice a huge dick on Van though and it had been
lathered up in all kinds of 18 year old boy juice. "Good on ya, Kid, die
well. You didn't measure up but your dick certainly did! Sorry you dead
but...if you're to good nuff that's what happens in this land...Wish you
were still dying so I could suck it but don't have da time! See you!"  He
ran down the steps and saw Kal breathing his last, "Hey man, don't worry
about bein' kilt by a 15, almost 16 year old," he said as he waved his
spear around the room of tight but dead or dying asses, "You got chore self
plenty of company," he snickered, kicked Kal as Kal tried to rise and stab
out with a knife in his hand, and ran outside...

"Ohhhh...shit...I die..."

Sole, outside, saw Aoi and Pare finshing off several warriors. Sole looked,
without feeling, as Aoi and Pare cut down the last of the warriors around
them. He nodded to them and they nodded back. All three smiled. Their
allies, Hen, Gep, and Barker were almost done with their warriors, too. Hen
pushed out with a free hand and shoved a warrior against the wall of the
castle and implanted his sword in the man's very bare and tight, muscular
stomach. The man turned his head sideways and slid down the wall,
"Noooooo..."

Pare asked, "Where's Van?"

Sole nodded, no.

Pare shook his head and understood.

Aoi curled up one side of his mouth. "He just couldn't fight against
men...dick."

"He helped us," Sole said, "Don't talk about him that way."

"I'm sorry," Aoi said, "It could be me in there...any one of us can die at
any time. I didn't mean to disrespect him."

"That's all right," Sole nodded, "If even we're not up to it, we die...and
hopefully we can die enjoyin it. Like these cummy guys..."  He noted the
dying warrior enemies all around them. He kicked one and the kid spat from
the penis. And moaned and gasped. And huffed his last.

Gep knocked a guy down onto his back and even though the man was older and
bigger, Gep jumped up at the prone body and as he landed, brought down his
sword, sharp end down, into the bare belly so that it took in the navel of
the older man. The man folded and arched, back and forth, and he did this a
few times, his speedo cut off by Gep, his dick unraveled and let it all
loose, a cum streamer...

Jed, 18 and a light skinned black guy with a flat nose and thick abs set
against thick hips faced off against a thick bellied warrior and quickly
side stepped him and finished him off with a stab to his deep dark
navel. Another warrior came at him.

28 year old Marcus stabbed two men down but a larger man, who looked
suspiciously like the Rock Dwayne Johnson came up to him, wearing no
clothes at all, a thick veined uncut dick with the foreskin rolled down and
a bone through the mush room head. The Rock had a huge sword in each
hand. Marcus smiled and moved cautiously at him.

15 year old Dell, a boy who looked like Ryan Ocha of PAIR OF KINGS, faced
off a larger blond who looked like Alex Pettyfur. Dell was Mexican and
Spanish with some Cuban in him. He had curly black hair, and light blue
eyes and a happy grin of an infectious demeanor. He also was slim and light
weight. He had a large sword that he swung at the taller blond and over
confident Alex, who puffed his chest up.

At 22, Clay was the older redhead and he was facing off with a lean teen
who seemed faster and quicker with his sword. He already cut Clay's side
but Clay ignored it. The warrior said, "I'm Jan..."

"Hey, inside," Sole puffed, "..was a guy named Tro..."

"He's my lover," Jan said.

"Tro Jan," Sole smiled. Aoi and Pare looked at him, "It's a joke."

"It's not funny," Aoi said, flatly.

Pare nodded, "Yeah, Sole, leave the jokes to us."

Soon all the warriors that Gep, Hen, and Barka engaged were dead and only
the ones that Clay, Marcus, and Dell fought were the ones left. Aoi and
Pare rushed forth and joined Gep, Hen, and Barka. They moved at the
surviving three. "No," Dell said, "Let me prove my worth...to go down
fighting or take down this giant of a Brit."

Alex smiled, "How'd you know I was British, mate?"

"I think I remember you from the real world," Dell said.

"I was on that show?"

"You ain't very bright are you?"  Dell quipped.

"Me sword will look very, very bright entering your young belly button, wet
back."


"Them's fighting words, limmie!"  Dell moved at Alex angry.

"Yeah, that goes double for me," Marcus said, "I can handle this one myself
without help from you guys."

Aoi and Pare looked at Sole, who shrugged. Aoi nodded, "If you say so."

"You realize you dead anyway," Pare told the three, "If you win, I'll gut
you's."

"We shall see," the Rock said as he engaged Marcus.

Marcus, "No, you shall not see, for I shall be the one to take down the
Rock..."

"Who's this Rock you talking about?"

"You dummy."

Sole whispered to Aoi, from behind, "That quality of memory forgetful ness
of this land..."

"I hope they win," Pare came between them.