Date: Fri, 25 Nov 2011 16:21:12 -0500 (EST)
From: J
Subject: TRIO 123

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...

Gep struck one final time and watched as the guy went prone, stiff body and
stiff dick, releasing a gusher of white. Gep laughed. The guy died hearing
that laugher of his killer. "Ohhhhh...." He gasped.

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 and a lean guy ran at him. Marcus
cut him down, too, taking out his entire stomach area so that his navel was
but a stalk in a butchered belly but as that lean guy fell, 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.

Dell's nearly naked form sweated across hairless skin, slightly tanned as
he moved against Alex.  Not far from them, The Rock fought Marcus.

Clay continued to ignore his wound and fought the lean warrior.

Aoi called to the blond Alex, "This is stupid, you know we're just gonna
cut you down even if you win."

Alex knocked his sword against Dell's, "We shall see. I'll gut this one and
then stab you in your belly button..."

"Mmmm," Aoi stirred, "Looking forward to that."  He felt his dick tingling
and getting even harder as it had gone softer for a moment or two. That
great feeling of having it unravel but then suddenly grow hard in one spot
again, having that area spread out to all parts of the shaft and then the
head expanding. Stretching.

Dell matched Alex's hit for hit and was faster, shorter, and lighter. He
sprang around Alex's body and made him turn and turn every which
way. Suddenly, Dell moved down, under Alex's sword swings, and put his
right foot behind Alex's left ankle and then rose up and smacked his sword
hilt into Alex's chin. "OHWWFFFF!"  Alex gasped and fell down onto his
back. Aoi shook his head as he watched. Sole stepped forward to watch Dell
make the final thrust into Alex's sexy, waiting tripod shaped navel. Alex,
on his back, had his ribs sticking up but his chest, muscular to the max,
heaved. He blinked and looked up as Dell, overconfident now, shook his head
and sneered. Dell leaned over Alex, ready to make the final stab...into
hard meat...

...at the same time... The Rock was big but moving fast. He has Marcus
sweating and the sweat came down his forehead and into his eyes,
stinging. The Rock swung two large swords at Marcus and Marcus only had one
and blocked them. Pare called, "You want another sword, Marc?"

"Naw, I can take em! With just this one!"

The Rock's dick was sticking straight up and cum seemed caked at the top,
ready to fly loose at any moment. The Rock seemed to be concentrating on
keeping there until the moment a sword penetrated a navel...and it would be
soon. The sword and the dick cum flying would not have to wait long. Marcus
was distracted by it and at the same time, hard himself. He found it hard
to move and to parry every blow. The Rock picked both swords up over his
head and seemed willing to bare his entire stomach, hard and cut, dark
skinned and huge but solid and flat at the same time, ridges being cut into
it by past hard work outs. He seemed not to care that Marcus could stab
into him as he left himself exposed. Marcus aimed his sword right at that
stretched out, solid, manly navel, which sported a thick ridge, even
stretched as it was. Marcus raised his sword to down angle it into the
navel. He ran at the Rock.

Clay taunted the lean teen he was fighting. "Hey, Jan, you're Tro is dead
inside, I'm sure."

Sole raised his sword up, "Be sure."  He also shook a spear. "He be
dead..."

Jan sneered. Clay added, "...as you soon will be. Wanna join him now, this
second?"

Jan, a long haired blond, shook his head so that this his hair flew out of
his face...  "Big words for a ginger who'll be navel stabbed in a few
seconds."  He ran at Clay and hit against his sword. Clay had to turn and
Jan grabbed Clay's arm and turned him. Clay was now back to Jan and Jan
began to thrust his sword at Clay's back. Clay changed his hold on his own
sword and thrust backward and slightly toward center. The stab caught Jan
right in his navel, knifing downward.

"Gaapaaaaa!"

"Gappa?"  Pare said, "Wasn't that Japanese or Korean giant monster movie?


"GAAAA!"  Jan gasped, "Ya got me! Right in the navel!"


Clay didn't yet turn around and twisted. Jan reacted, and his body seemed
to want to fold. "Feel that?"

Jan gasped, "Ahhh, it feels good..."

Clay twisted and didn't remove the sword but made his body turn as he
turned it and he soon faced Jan, "Good. Now go join your lover, Tro, Jan."
He put both hands on the sword hilt and drove it forward. The sword angled,
now moved down a bit and in. Clay moved it some more as Jan tried to stay
his chest upward, but lost that fight, too and dipped his upper body a bit
but held his head up to stare at Clay. "Shoot your load or forever hold it
for your dead lover in the next world...and just feel that pain, man. Feel
the PAIN! HARD!"  Clay shoved the sword in up to the hilt.

"HILTTTTTTTTAHHH!"  Jan gasped, his hair flying into his face and onto his
shoulders as he jerked under Clay's ministrations. "HULLLLLLLLGGAAA!"

"Oh Shit!"  Pare jerked his own dick, "That's so fuckin cool!"

"Damn!"  Aoi added.

The lean stomach of Jan flexed as the sword was given a guide of his body
by navel. His navel hosted the sword and as Clay got up close and personal,
Jan leaned in and kissed him on the lips. Clay responded and gave him some
tongue. Clay thrust some more like a punch now as the hilt leaned on lean
hard stomach muscles. Abs. As he thrust and then twisted, making his eyes
wide, Clay watched Jan's eyes go wide and felt the air gush out of Jan's
lungs up his throat and into Clay's own mouth. Clay gasped as air escaped,
"You take a lot, I'll give ya that...and give ya this too!"  As he said the
word, "THIS!"  he jerked the blade out and jabbed it back in again. Jan
nearly gasped all his air out into Clay's mouth as Clay once against put
his lips to Jan's and almost made an airtight seal. Clay's head moved back
and his lips parted from Jan's, "Oh FUCKIN COOOOOL! YOU'RE HOT!"

"you too," Jan said as his eyes closed. He fought that but his eyes kept
closing and his body started to lower, his knees buckling. His chest moved
back from Clay and the rest followed. Clay removed his sword in one great
gesture, jerking it out and taking the entire thing out so that when it
parted from former navel, a large sucking sound was made. Jan let out a
gasp so awesome, it made everyone even harder, even the guys fighting....

...it made the Rock cum give loose. His cum sprang loose just as Marcus's
move was made. A long spray hit Marcus in the eyes but even if that didn't
happen, Marcus was going to get The Rock's two swords into his belly
button. The Rock moved slightly and put a foot out so Marcus would
stumble. It was all the Rock needed. He put one sword against Marcus's and
moved it even further up so that it pointed away from his own chest. It
scraped his lower rib and his chest as it moved upward that way but The
Rock hardly noticed. It was now over his shoulder as was Marcus's head and
arm on that side. Over Rock's left shoulder, Marcus's right arm and
sword. The sword soon was dropped as the tender LARGE navel on the rubber
like belly Marcus had, was invaded by first one sword, then the
other. Marcus's chest hit the Rock's body and his head dropped onto the
Rock's shoulder, resting there as he made an O with his mouth and also went
wide eyed over the Rock's shoulder. His eyes shut in a grimace of pain. The
Rock was passive faced and shoved both swords so that the others watching
could see two points come out Marcus's bare vee back...

Sole tutted, "And he was so good."

"Fuck," Aoi said, "Fuck."  He jerked himself off and a large spray came
from his own penis head slit.

Over the Rock's shoulder drool came down from Marcus's mouth to drip
there. The Rock didn't care. His face was cold. Marcus's head was next to
his own. Marcus could feel his slender, smooth, mulatto body tight against
the hard wall that was the Rock's body. It felt good. He felt the two
points come in from his back and move back into his navel area as the Rock
tried to remove them but thought better of it and wanted to cause more pain
in the navel area...

"DIE," Rock said, "Die."

The Rock moved the points around some more in the navel area and in spots
that were previously untouched. Then finally...

"Breath your last!"  The Rock removed both swords and Marcus stepped back,
still on his feet. Marcus bent over a bit and then fought against the bend
and moved back, stepped back some more. The Rock examined his handiwork and
shook his head, pleased. "Enjoy."  Marcus looked at him. "It."  Marcus's
dick was out of his loin cloth and spat too. As all this went on,
throughout it all, the Rock's dick was shooting load after load after
load. It was like another entity firing involuntarily of the Rock, of its
own accord. White fountains spread on Marcus's dark chest, belly, side,
hip, creating quite a contrast.

Marcus gasped and fell back onto his muscled back and the Rock stood over
him. Marcus saw the mountain of a muscled man over him. His last view was
of the hunk hulking over him and driving both swords straight down at his
navel...what was still there.  And he also saw what looked like a third
sword, the Rock's thick penis swinging there like a white emitting
pendulum.  But the swords lowered fast.

"NO!"  Marcus gasped. Two swords entered his intestine area where navel
should have been. Rock drove both points down straight.

"Look down," Pare said. The Rock looked. Pare had already thrust a razor
sharp knife up to the hilt in the Rock's ample oval navel.

"Think that'll stop me!?"  The Rock asked.

Pare smiled, "Nope. But this'll!"  He had a sword behind his back in his
right hand and he arced it as the Rock's navel and set it a course against
the knife so that knife and sword were side by side.

Marcus laughed, for he was not yet dead as the Rock was stabbed. Rock said,
"Not fair. You fucker, not fair."

"It's not fair you be so big," Pare said. The Rock reached out, letting go
of his swords inside Marcus, to strike the Puerto Rican Pare, but Pare
ducked and as he did so, he moved the knife and sword around inside the
Rock. Pare drove them both up and into the Rock, grunting a loud strong air
release of power. The Rock let loose a similar grunt of pain but one that
made those who heard it realize he was going to lose and die from the
stabbing jab.

The Rock also let loose some more cum. "I love me some more cum!"  Pare
said, "Can't stop me with that milky white manly gunk! HOT! So BRING IT ALL
ON! AND CUM OUT WITH IT!!! FUCKIN' A!"  Pare swished the weapons around
inside the bigger man and then Pare pushed the Rock some more but to do so,
Pare had to step on Marcus's body and Marcus gasped and yelped. As the Rock
moved back, Pare let go of both weapons.  He inadvertently grabbed both
swords that were in Marcus, and didn't realize he was stepping on his
former ally's chest.

"Pare..."

"OH!"  Pare said, "You want me to finish you? I will, take that!"  He drove
the swords in and felt ground and then swiveled them around in Marcus's
guts and upper abs, moving them all around, up and down, in and out.

Marcus gasped. "Not that," Sole took his attention from the other fights
and came forward, "You...you're standing on his chest."

"Oh shit, sorry!"  Pare moved off.

"No, kill me!"  Marcus gasped.

"He is one sure strong fucker!"  Sole admitted.

"Yeah but no strong fucker, could resist that and THIS!"  Pare came over
him and stood facing Marcus's face now, one foot on either side of Marcus's
hips. Marcus was already jerking up and both halves of his body were trying
to reach the sky. He was flopping around. As was the Rock.

Sole stood over the Rock similarly to Pare over Marcus. On the word THIS!
Pare thrust and rended some more in Marcus. Marcus's butchered belly became
a pool of pain and death for him. Pare looked down at the closing eyes of
Marcus, "Brave guy but guess you couldn't handle this one without Trio,
huh?"  He laughed but then Marcus's eyes closed for the last time and Pare
shook his head, "So it ends for you, brave one!"

Sole looked at The Rock who tried to get up and kick him. Even as he found
pain in his belly button, the Rock also found he could not get up. Sole
kicked off his boots and for once was barefooted. He stood on the Rock's
bare hips. The Rock was cumming and cum hit Sole on the lower belly and
felt good there. It touched upon some erogenous zones as it dripped and
clumped.  Sole had his spear level to the Rock's navel and moved aside the
knife and the sword point, cutting the Rock with them some more. But the
spear shaft did that, then the point of the spear head found the center of
the Rock's navel, "Don't try to get up, dude."  The Rock tried and so with
great pleasure and a look of joy on his face, Sole struck down.

Sole looked at the knife and used the heel of his bare right foot to step
on the hilt of it and forced it down some more. With that, the knife, and
the spear banging into the sword, the Rock felt three points ripping his
belly button center.

"You little fucks! You little shits!"

Sole put his foot down, "We may be littler than you but one thing we are
that you are not is long lived! We long lived and you are not! HA!"

He then concentrated on the spear driving again.

The Rock gasped, "HAAAAA! AHHHHHHH!"

"Keep on cumming!"  Sole smiled and laughed. He put both hands on the shaft
of the spear and began to find every untouched, unstabbed spot he could
find.

"OHHHH! I feel a great nerve in the center of my belly button and it be
shootin up my spine! Little shits did me in! But make it feeltahhhh
greataaaaaaaahhhh!"

Sole smiled, "Glad you enjoyin it, big guy. So die already, die!"


Sole mushed his spear around and stirred it inside the Rock's muscled belly
via button.

Sole made soup out of the Rock's stomach. The Rock felt nerve sensations go
up and down is entire body and wrap his entire frame in good feelings and
sensations. And it tingled his dick all over, starting in the lower part
and reaching up the shaft to shocking volts there!

"Best thing I ever feel! Thanks, hot blond!"

"You are well cum! Very WELL CUM!"  Sole jabbed, made the spear stop for a
second, then moved it another way. The Rock spit from his dickhead and his
body did a jig, even with Sole on top of him. Sole nearly fell, laughed,
and rode him like the Rock were a surfboard. The Rock's body jerked and
jerked and tried to flip and flop but Sole held the spear in him and the
more he held and moved it, the more the Rock moved. It took him a half hour
to die...in pain and pleasure. Sole's dick stood up out of his speedo and
cam up his own belly to mix with the clump of already-there Rock cum. Rock
cum also splashed anew against his desire belly to mix with the ever
growing dickhead of Sole, Sole cum, Sole pre cum, and former Rock cum. "Oh
yeah, this is the life!!!!"  Sole said and looked up at the sky in orgasmic
ecstasy. And down at the Rock, But not for you. For you it's the death!
Feel the death in your navel, muscle man!?"

The Rock flopped some more, "I am, man, I am! Fuck you, man, fuck you!"

"My spear be fucking you!"

The Rock seemed to make every imaginable sound anyone dying with spear,
knife, and sword in him would make.

Sole's dick overcame the speedo in more ways than one and pointed down at
the Rock's chest and shot anew. A new volley of hot, steaming boy juice,
clumpy and straight at the Rock's tits, burying them in white joy
cream. Sole found hard meat and almost stone like muscle chords to cut
through as he butchered Rock's upper and lower abs and all around his navel
area and beneath it. He had to really jerk in and use all his might,
sometimes both hands... the Rock's twitching started to slow up and his
vocalizations were few and far between now.

"You ARE thick, man..."  Sole smiled as the Rock's eyes showed joy and
then...nothing but death. Unstaring but staring. "Good death, man, good
death," Sole complimented as if the Rock had thrown a good pass in a
football game...


Jan fell to the feet of Clay, who stood triumphantly over the dying
blond. The groans were pleasure to his ears. "Victory," Clay said, "Yet
again!"  He held his sword up on the air.

Jeb landed on top of his enemy, having knocked his sword away but his sword
also flew away. He kneed the guy, a lean muscle boy, taller than himself
and straddled him. "Give me a spear!"  Jeb called. Hen nodded his approval
and threw a spear to Jeb who caught the shaft as the boy under him, barely
a teen, struggled. "Tough, you acted like a warrior, then die like a
warrior."  He rushed the spear point into the kid's washboard center, the
navel.

The kid's back left the ground and his head moved, went up so he could look
at the spear in his navel, his washboards at their fullest mound. The kid
looked at it, "NOOOO!"

"YES!"  Jeb said and twirled the spear, on his knees as he straddled the
kid. "YES YES YES! I WIN AGAIN!"

The kid had his hands on the ground and his left hand found a knife and he
thrust up into Jeb's navel, "I'll take you with me!"  The kid's dick burst
free of his rags and his cum burst free of his mushroomic head and parting
skin there, let the cream goo gob up at Jeb's torso to cascade on both
sides of Jeb's chest and lower abs and sides.

Jeb took his turn to gasp, "NOOOOOOOO!"  His dick let loose too and shot
all over the kid under him. Both of them had jet black hair and their heads
jerked as their bodies jerked. Jeb jerked backward, stretching his upper
body. The kid twisted, Jeb twisted. Jeb then fell back, away from the kid.

"SHIT that's hot!" Pare came over to the kid and looked at him. The kid
looked up. "You lost but you won."

"Kill me please," the kid asked.

Pare had a grip on the spear, "Nawh."  The kid laid his head back down and
felt the spear head in his navel and beyond. He felt tingles doing their
thing in his body. He jerked. He held the spear. Pare turned back to the
kid, "Aw aw-ight! Okay!"  He jabbed the spear into the kid and moved it all
around. He unstuck the kid who bent up and screamed and Pare thrust it back
in, "Take that! One last time!"  He moved it in again and unstuck it again,
"Maybe one more one last time!"  He jerked the spear back into the kid and
the black haired beauty pretty boy arched his back and stood off his butt
and his legs and back formed a kind of table for his stomach and torso. "Oh
fuck that's hot too! Cool kid but you die anyway!"  Pare was up and over
the kid and thrust the spear right through the table top of stomach and out
his back. The spear went out the kid's nice smooth back and into the ground
below. The kid lost power of his body and yet his legs bent and his arms
up, kept him that way for some time before he lost it all and slid down it,
back to ground once more.

Jeb called, "I need it, too, Par."

Pare came over to Jeb, "I'm sorry."

Jeb looked up at him and smiled.

Pare nodded, "Hell, no I'm not!"  He thrust the knife he picked up into Jeb
and laid on top of him, full length, "Feel your death as all who lose
do. Die, dude, die!"

"OHHHHHHH" Jeb gasped and squirmed, an older guy under the younger hot
Latino. His torso felt the skin of the younger torso moving around and
jerking and touching all places that made him feel GREAT! "Hoped you'd say
that and prove you'd do it!"

Pare took off his loin cloth and jabbed with one hand, "I do it every
chance I get, friends, allies and foes alike," Pare stabbed the knife in
straight on in and jerked up a bit, his upper body parting from Jeb's a bit
so he could see his handiwork. He found both hands on the hilt of the knife
and jabbed it in again. Jeb's head went back.

Jeb looked up as he tried to sit up, even with Pare on top of him, "Wimpy,"
Jeb spasmed, "Wimpy wimpy, put your elbow into it!"

"OKAY! THAT DOES IT! WIMPY HUH?"  Pare tore Jeb's navel area to shreds and
used a second knife on the ground to keep on slicing and cutting until
Jeb's head fell back for one final time.

Pare was full of sweat and cum when he sat up ...still on Jeb's lower
regions, feeling the ebbing cum filled dick below. Jeb's dick had shot a
load up Pare's butt crack.  It dripped there. Pare felt it and wiped some
on Jeb's dead body, right on his upper abs, "I'll remember you. Remember me
with this...oh, wait, you can't, you dead. You were a good ally."  He stood
up and dropped some more cum from his dick onto Jeb, "But not good
enough..."

...Aoi watched Dell move in for the kill over Alex, the hot Brit blond
celebrity...

"This is it, Brit movie star!"  Dell had his sword aimed right at Alex's
tripod navel and just moments before it touched, Alex rammed the sword he
had in his hand into Dell's skinny framed...entering it at the kid's very
oval and rounded sideways navel. Dell gasped, "OOHHHHHOPE! OPE! NAWFT!"
Dell fell back onto his small frame, back to ground and rolled over and
started to jerk even before Alex removed the sword, having to uncork or
unscrew it from Dell's stomach which was between sword and ground.

"Get over," Alex said, snidely. He used his free hand to turn Dell over
onto his back.

In between wincing and grimacing in pain, Dell gasped quietly,
"no. No. No. no."

Alex made the point find Dell's belly button, "That's the price you pay,"
Alex was sneering now and was snide, "...for takin on someone older and
faster and more skilled...I know what I'm doing."

"I know."  Dell said. The point jabbed into his navel some more and Alex
swiveled the point in there before cutting through the back wall of the
navel and going to the ground again. The point found ground through Dell,
who arched up off the ground so that head and feet were the only things
there.

Aoi moved in. Alex was on one knee and bent over Dell. He saw a flash and
realized Aoi just put his sword past his chest and into his own tripod
navel. "no fair," Alex said. He shut his eyes and swallowed. He looked
down. The point was perpendicular to his navel and rubbed up and down as
Aoi commanded it to. "not fair, not cool."

"I told you from the start of this fight ---we couldn't let you live," Aoi
said, "It's war, man."

Alex stood up from his bent position, As Dell died slowly moaning and
everyone pretty much ignored him as his butt sank to the ground once more
and he jerked there, gasping, orgasming, Alex stood up. In clear pain, he
held his sides and grabbed the sword in him then. "Joke on you, chink a
dink."

Thrusting in but keeping it in the navel, Aoi took his turn to sneer, "Love
that accent."

Dell's gasps were overpowering Alex's talk so Aoi took the sword out of
Alex, who winced in pain, gasped and held his wound AND Aoi put it into
Dell's belly button hole, "Keep it down, Dell and keep that..."  he nodded
to Dell's cumming dick that stuck up like a rocket and fired like one, too,
"...up...but sibber down and die quietly already!"  Aoi turned the sword
perpendicular to Alex's hot navel again, "now to get back to you..."  He
stuck the sword into the navel again and this time let it rip out the back.

"Oh my navel and out my back wall ! You ripped me open," Alex murmured and
then repeated louder, "OHHHHHH! MY BACK WALL OF MY NAVEL!"

"What are you saying, limmie?"  Aoi asked.

"This was just an advance army, a few of us."  Alex winced and tried to
walk closer to Aoi.

"Cum in closer if you dare," Aoi took on the challenge and walked his sword
in. The sword slid easily into the navel. Alex's tummy tightened and the
large mound of super abed, super tight washboard sucked in and made Aoi
hard again. Aoi's dick spat and he wasn't even aware of it but then the
tingling volts of shock shot through him and he wavered and shivered with
sexual energy.  His eyes got bigger and he jerked the sword with less
control now. "DIE ALEX, DIE!"

"More on the way, muscle man army, arrow boys, spear boys, muscle men with
swords. Perhaps hundreds. You all are going to die in your navels! Your
belly buddons."

"Like this?"  Aoi stuck the sword out Alex's back. Alex jerked back and
then forward. Aoi was so close to him now that his dick and Aoi's dick
mingled and fought for supremacy. Alex's dick lathered up Aoi's. Aoi's dick
covered cream, sloshing and slickening long lines of cum and pre cum along
Alex's shaft. The two felt this and both tingled and jerked with voluntary
and involuntary control. Aoi gasped, "That's so fucking hot! YOU BE SO
FUCKING HOT!"

"You, too, chink, you too! I love you!"

Aoi kissed him on the lips and as he did so, moved the sword around some
more and then out and then in without ever moving his body away from the
hot body pressing into his own. Alex fought with his mouth and his body and
chest now, tightening against Aoi. Aoi kissed him deeply and moved his
tongue into Alex's mouth. Alex felt Aoi's mouth with his tongue, too. Then
they parted lips and a few seconds later bodies. "Shoulda bit your tongue
off."

"You liked it too much," Aoi said, still holding the sword in the tight,
tall blond.

"Yeah."

Aoi kissed him again and then nuzzled, nestled and nibbled in that hot neck
area, before moving on down to the ample and bulbous chest of the muscle
teen. He licked the nipples on both sides, kissed the in between pecs and
then returned to the mouth before decided it was time...for Alex to...

"DIE in your prime. You might as well, ight?"  Aoi angled the sword up and
then down and each time finding new ways to stick it in and out and out and
in. Alex buckled and fell to his knees.

"Finish me. In every sense of the word."


"You finished aw-ight," Aoi cut the sword out of Alex and then angled in
from above so that the sword point came out his back just above his butt
crack. At the same time, he took Alex's nine inch dick in his hand and
rubbed it up and down. It didn't need much encouragement but Aoi gave it
that and more. It spat soon enough and soon Aoi's chest was awash in yellow
Brit cum, dripping, clumping and cascading down his chest, finding places
to nestle and some places to pool downward anyway. Alex's hips swung and
swayed.

Soon, Alex moaned and died on his knees. No more noise. Aoi removed the
sword and Alex fell back, hands to his belly mush. Alex fell onto his vee
back and his hairless body stopped moving.

Aoi turned to his allies, Sole and Pare, his lovers and put sword to air,
"N" that's how it's done, fuckers!"

They clapped.

Sole looked at them all, "We have no time to waste. Not even to bury our
dead and fuck their dead. Barka, take the princess out the back way..."

Barka began to protest but Sole stopped him with a wave of a sword.

"...and get her to the rest of her hiding people. She's inside. That will
get her out of my sight. She sickens me. The rest of us will prepare for
full on battle...Barka once you get her to safety, you may return and join
the rest of us in our death stand..."  Sole finished his dick spraying on
the dead, both is own and the enemy, and then he gathered the others
together to talk about how they would do this.

 Pare held up his sword, "Let us kill every last muscle man, arrow kid,
spear boy, and soldier that cums our way!!!"

As Barka took the gibbering princess out of the wrecked castle, the allies
could not yet see the army: a billion bodies walked. Naked arrow boys, some
so skinny they looked anorexic; big bulky weapon clad muscle men, some so
big it was a miracle they could hardly move at all and the bulk of the
billion; spear boys of all shapes and sizes; and muscle swordsmen.  The
size of the army blocked out the ground...


TBC

NEXT ON TRIO: Two nude arrow boys, skinny, pulled their bows so tight,
their ribs stood out, their stomachs jutted in, almost touching their
spines, pulling arrows...one with black hair, one with red...

"Let er rip!"

"Let em fly!"

Two other boys, one with jet black and longish hair and the other with a
half blond half brown head of hair standing shoulder to shoulder, the one
on the left --the mixed hair kid using his right hand to jerk his black
haired friend on his right; the one on the right using his left hand to
jerk his friend on his right; both had their hands on a spear...the black
haired one had his outside hand--his right hand on the spear; the multi
haired kid with his left hand on the spear---both boys jutting out their
respective arms to push the spear into a muscle man lying on the
ground. The man wore only a speedo and the kids, jerking each other let
loose strings of cum on their enemy.

"Oh that's hot!"  "You are hot!"  "Keep jerking!"

The spear point was in the enemy navel and the guy below, twitched and
jerked and tried to get up but could not. He looked up and bent his head to
see the boys jerking over him.

"You are both hot!"

The multihaired one said, "Shut up!"  And jabbed the spear in some more and
sideways a bit. It bit into the man's previously untouched left side of his
inner navel.

"Yeah," the dark one said, a little less forcibly, "Shut up!"  He pulled
the spear over to the right side of the navel and it cut some new materal.

The dying enemy thought, even that was hot. "Do that again!"

"OKAY!"  As they shove, two arrows strike their navels, seconds apart, the
multi haired one's navel got it first. The dark haired one's navel got it
second but only a mere two seconds later.

"DOUGH!"  They both said, almost but not quite simultaneously. They made
little boy sounds as they slowly felt the pain in their navels.

They jerked each other some more...

"Oh that feels great!"

"This arrow's stickin deep in mah belleee buddon. Jerk me so that I feel
that when I expire, guy."

"I will but...I don't know how much longer I can last out."

"Hold on a bit more and we can...owwww...."


...so then one looked at the other in pain and hurting and they both had
the idea of grabbing the arrows in their navels and using their jerk hands
to stab into each other some more. They did this and gasped.

"That makes it feel so so much fucking better..."

"Churn my insides to butter, kid!"

"I wish to. Feel that!"

"Yeah, feel that pain? Glory!"

The bigger, muscled enemy below them, with the spear gracing his insides,
laughed and jerked. The two boys began to stumble so they let go of the
arrow shafts and nearly fell.

"Oh."

"Ohaaha."

"Ahhh."

"I can't..."

...and held onto the spear with both hands---that's four hands on the spear
as they fell onto it and began to slide down it but put all their weight on
it so that the enemy below really felt it. He screamed as his navel was
obliterated!