Date: Sat, 3 Nov 2012 13:40:09 -0400 (EDT)
From: J
Subject: TRIO 124

TRIO 124

Masses of muscle men, flanked by leaner but muscled spear boys, a few of
the spear boys being skinnier than others, rushed from all sides. Their
objective was Sole, Aoi, and Pare, the TRIO and their allies. The allies
included the redheaded and thick muscled but fast moving Clay, Gep, Hen,
Roj, Fam, Ill, and Cok.

Roj was youngest, with an undeveloped chest but the startings of what would
be well rounded pecs apexed by thick pointy nipples on either side. He was
Caucasian with long but wavy hair covering his ears, long curly sideburns
and wavy hair in front and back, long in back and neatly cut bangs in front
that waved to the right side of his angelic face. He had green eyes and
thin lips which were always pursed in seriousness. He never joked. While
his wrists were skinny, his shoulders, triceps, biceps and legs were firm
and one can see that he did a lot of hard work and exercise. He held aloft
two ready, thick Japanese swords which were longer than the entire top half
of his body. He wore his loin cloth very low so that the base of his dick
was almost out and seen. He was also well hung for such a short boy and his
stomach was flat, smooth with the wisp of a washboard mound. His navel was
at the center, a triangular affair which was mostly outtie but had ridges
that stuck inward rather than out in spots. He liked to sometimes wear a
Robin the boy wonder type mask over his green eyes but now he had no mask
on.

Hen was almost his twin but was a bit older, smiled a lot more and had
longer hair, which was wavy but straighter in spots than Roj's.



Most of the oncoming warriors looked like this muscle man but some were
even larger in muscle than he. The first thing Trio (Pare, Sole, Aoi) had
to do was use their swords to deflect thousands of oncoming arrows. Most of
the arrows were deflected back into the mass of the enemy and usually
struck them in their navels, some navels thick outties, some mounds, some
innies and some in betweeners. Many of those struck didn't even know they
were struck. "Dude, you got something..."  a muscle man wearing only a loin
cloth and holding a sword, pointed to his own navel to indicate to his
comrade that his comrade, a sturdy redhead, had something in his navel: a
long thin arrow.









"No, I don't..."  the redhead started to say but stopped as he looked down
and saw the shaft sticking out of his former belly button.

"Ha."

"I do."  The redhead dropped his weapon and slowly tried to remove it. He
jerked his whole body, hips gyrating to a rhythm. "UNNNN!"  He kept saying
this over and over and over as he swung his hips. Eventually, after so much
of this, the naked thick veined redhead, fell to his knees. "NNNNNNNN!"

His partner, long before that, nodded, "Tol ya."  He moved on but seconds
later, an arrow entered his innie navel and tore the upper stretch that he
had going in there, downward. He fell long before the redhead who looked up
to see this and smiled.

"Ha on ya."  The redhead smiled, "Oh," he said as he felt the pain. He laid
on his back, his knees bent on the ground, his belly stretched to the
sky. He grabbed his shaft, both of them and thrust to the sky. Each thrust
backward was more painful than the last. The point digging into his navel
and beyond, moving at innards. The pain burn moved along his belly to his
lower groin and spread from there but each thrust brought it back home
toward his lower shaft and thrust after thrust that followed filled the
shaft with more burning sensation that rose up liquidy. "UHHH ! NAAAAWQW!
QUARRRR!"  The redhead gasped and groaned. It sounded as if he were
fighting himself. Around him, as he lay dying, laying over his lower legs
behind him, comrades either stepped over him, stepped on him---usually
hitting his ample and bare hip area---or were falling around him as
well--more victims of well placed arrows that Trio deflected.

The arrowhead and shaft felt like a new part of him, a satisfying but
deadly part of him, replacing all the parts it destroyed and ripped as it
tore through him. Holding it made him feel even more pain so he was not
sure he should. He kept holding, unholding, holding, unholding...liking it
and feeling the pain, not liking it and feeling the spirited and pointed
pain as the razor sharp point dug into hard muscle behind his navel, his
mound.

Every time the redhead on the ground relaxed his muscles, he knew the
tearing pain that started from where his belly button used to be to where
the point was now shifting would be his end. He knew he'd be dead any
way...soon...soon...so he fought it and tensed again and again but each
time, although a satisfying pain, the intensity to keep it going grew less
and less and his relaxing would soon mean his end. He tensed more and more
and his navel area stretched but he knew it would to no avail. The last
thrust was soon cumming...

"OH here I CUM!"  The last thrust upward, he felt was all he had left
him...in his thick veined, ample girth shaft. The red head of his penis
parted and the thrust brought him up toward the sky and launched a thousand
cum shots of pure joy...all outward and all his energy left him...

His comrade died faster but also spat from his fleshy dickhead and gurgled
to his death.  Both died, two of over a thousand hosting arrows deflected
by Trio...into their navel tunnels.

Pare swung his swords all around the air, arching, "I don't know how long I
can keep this up," he puffed, long spaces between each word.

Sole nodded, "Did you hear that, you three?"

"We shall slay em all!"  Clay nodded and lead Gep and Hen to move sideways
around a hill and towards the arrow boys who were firing.

Trio noted from afar that many of the muscle men were so muscular that
their movements were slowed, which would give Trio an advantage.

Gep was Trio's ally who was a muscle man himself. Green eyes, long black
hair and bulging biceps, triceps, pectorals, and quads...in fact every
muscle there was on him was larger than normal. He used two large
broadswords and had a green bandana around the top of his head. He wore
nothing, much like the muscle men enemies.

The redhead Clay was also quite muscular but not as much as Gep or the
enemies.

The other muscle man on their side was Cok who fought wearing a tan speedo,
also and had a big cock. It usually dangled but the anticipation of the
fight was making it grow to ten inches already. Cok had dark blond hair cut
to over his ears and a bit shorter in back, like a semi buzz cut in
spots. He grit his teeth, waiting for someone to stab.

Hen was a bright headed blond with a lean body who wore dark black leather
boots and a white loin cloth made of the flimsy material that might not
have been on. His pointed crotch was barely able to be contained within and
to Pare the "outfit" looked more like a a thick string hung low around his
lower groin that tied to another rag in front and behind, covering his anus
hole and that was it. Pare smiled as it was most attractive. All of the
allies were older than Trio except Roj and Hen.

The mass of muscle men moved at Trio and their allies Clay, Gep, Hen, Roj,
Fam, Ill, and Cok even as the arrows rained down.

Spear boys were raining spears down toward Sole, Pare, and Aoi as well. Cok
raised his sword, "We'll take them out!"

"Take out the providers first," Aoi said, "They're giving the spears to the
spear men and spear boys."



Cok lead Roj, Ill, and Fam toward the spear boy cart where providers were
tossing spears to the spear boys and the spear boys were throwing spears at
Trio. For the most part, Trio was able to deflect the spears almost as much
as the arrows. A few went wild and hit the actual boy or man who threw it
at Trio but even Trio was not able to fend off all of these for long, as
well as fending off arrows.

Cok, Roj, Ill, and Fam snuck to the backside of the cart and found the last
four spears. A spear boy yelled, "Give us some more!"

Cok nodded to the other three and they tossed the last four spears and the
four dug into the bellies of stout lads waiting for the spears to be thrown
gently. They fell to their knees hands grabbing at the shafts of digging
pain buried in their navels. Two fell into each other and their spears
crossed and caused them more pain. Ripping their navels to one side. They
turned to each other and their dicks bounced into each other, dribbling cum
and soon firing at each other as they fell on knees onto each other, spears
moving at odd angles to accommodate their new positions and in so doing,
causing more rippage. The youthful good looking spear boys slowly died
leaning on each other's faces and one's head drooped to the other's
shoulder. "I...I love you."

The row of spear boy providers were mostly younger men and younger boys who
didn't want to fight but wanted to help kill. They had scared faces on as
they saw the foursome approach quickly. One slender, tall youth, with long
brown curly hair and thick lips turned toward his comrades, "Fight! We will
have to!"

A shorter kid next to him turned to the giant cart behind them and said,
"With what?"  He had lighter brown-ish hair that clung to the sides of his
head and cheeks. All were shirtless and pumped by the battle.

"We're out!?"  The taller brown haired kid said, "Then we have to..."

Cok was standing in front of him with the sword pointed at the brown haired
teen's navel. "You'll have to what?"

"We..."  the shorter kid had his hands up but looked scared, "We can't
defend ourselves...we are out of weapons."

Cok smiled and removed his sword from the brown haired kid's navel and
plunged it into the shorter kid's navel, "Too bad for you!"  He removed it
as the kid fell, holding his navel and he stuck the taller brown haired kid
in his ample navel, felling him and he quickly removed it as the kids
moaned and pumped their dicks in their hands which moved from their mangled
belly button wounds to their shafts, the important thing as they knew they
would die...and wanted maximum benefit from the feeling. The two looked at
each other and smiled wide eyed smiles of pain and pleasure, unable to
believe this was it and yet willing to enjoy it. Adding to their sexual
prowess was the fact that Cok, unfeeling toward them, moved on to the other
spear provider boys and young men and started ripping into their hard abs,
too. They heard the gags, moans, gasps, and grunts of the not-so-manly men
and the others who might have been somewhat manly. This increased their
cumming and excitement in turn. The two leaned on each other as they fell
and they fell almost as a triangle shape, arms on arms and hands on
themselves. Pumping almost as one and spilling a volcano of white in
between.

As Cok did what he did best, Roj came upon a row of boys further down. They
had their hands raised, too. One skinny kid, his own size and age, smiled,
"We surrender, man! We surrender."

"Okay, man," Roj smiled at him.

"We surrender, man," The black haired, good looking kid told him, arms up.

"Okay, man, okay."  Roj nodded and stuck his sword right into the guy's
navel and ran him through in one fell swoop. Roj jerked it around in there
and took it out.

A freckle faced bright eyed redhead looked at his, "We...we're non
combatants in this!"

"There aren't any! You here," Fam said, "You die!"  Fam was taller, thicker
Italian who also had a lean look to him but thick in all the right
places. He had, in short, a perfect body and he knew it. His right bicep
bulged as he stuck the sword he held in his right hand directly into the
redhead's navel and the redhead instead of folding, which would have been
so rewarding to Fam, instead, backed off it and arched backward, which was
more rewarding...because Fam followed and stuck him again in his outtie
navel. The kid gaped his mouth open and gasped and then folded. In his left
hand, Fam held another sword of the same ilk and he thrust it into the boy
to the right of the red head, a taller good looking boy who lowered his
arms to defend himself but it did him no good. He folded and his dick shot
off from his flimsy loin cloth, which tore itself open as if the kid was
ready for that.

Ill was a good looking Native American type and he stabbed five men down
fast. One more, a sturdy athletic looking lad, turned to see the cart,
twisting his smooth abs, "Ahh, if only I had me a spear!"

Ill used his curved sword to stab the Native American in his large oval
belly button, "Well, pity, you don't!"

The athlete looked down as his navel hosting the sword point and then Ill
turned it and twisted it in him. He looked up and stared Ill in the
eyes. Ill smiled as the athletic one groaned and then got a look on his
face as if he would resist this and beat it.

"No, you can't," Ill said, reading the kid's mind in a way, "You are gonna
die slow and painfully..."

"I'm...not...going...to...die..."  the kid grabbed the sword's flat edges
and tried to push it out of him.

"WANNA BET?!?" Ill forced the blade in up the hilt and then out a bit,
ready to strike again.

"I...ll...survive this."  The boy eyed Ill.

"Say, dude, you're cute," Ill met his eyes and twisted the blade but he
knew there were others to slay. He jabbed it in at a new angle, "What's
that? Adjust the angle...."  he tore it in a new way and twisted, then had
the kid's face over his right shoulder as the kid bent to a death kneel,
"AND again!"  He jerked it in the kid's flesh from the navel on to a new
path. He unstuck the kid and the kid fell along Ill's right sides, slopping
Ill's shoulder with drool as he fell. Ill threw him a kiss as he nudged the
kid off his body roughly. The kid fell with a gasp as he was nudged and
fell in a pile of heaving body, thrusting hips, and shooting goo. Around
the kid, his fellow spear providers were already gasping, reaching for the
sky, legs flopping, hips straddling nothing in a desperate cling to
life. They all lost that cling. Dying sounds were heard all around. Ill
raised his sword in the air.

Cok was behind him, passing his sword into and out of the body of a
provider who had the sense to have a knife on him. The blond youth was
trying to put it in Ill's back but Cok stabbed the youth's lower back and
made the point come out the youth's slit-like navel. The youth winced, shut
his eyes tight and opened them, looked down as the knife protruding from
his slit, shot his last load in life, which landed on Ill's upper back and
streamed up a bit to his neck. Cok said, as the youth fell and he unstuck
the kid and waved his knife in the air, "No time for celebrating. Onto the
spear boys!"

Leaving the collapsed, hole ridden mass of spear providers, Roj, Ill, and
Fam let themselves be lead back upward toward the mass of spearmen and
spear boys who were throwing spears at Trio. Suddenly, the spear throwers
realized they had no spears being tossed to them. "Give me a spear!"  A
very muscular, well abbed man said, "Give me a spear!"

"OKAY!"  Cok rammed a spear directly into the man's perfectly round navel
and shoved it hard. The man screamed and did a kind of squat to bare it. He
had no shirt on, and only a thin loin cloth. "GOT ONE FOR YA!"  His uncut
dick found air and shot a rocket at Cok, who proudly puffed out his chest
and proudly took the cum onto his chest, where it lay for a short time
before cascading down, rolling down the river bed in his muscular chest and
that made a tributary down his abs, a flow of river cum.

"I'm out!"  Another black haired taller muscle spear man said, "I'm out!"

Roj, much younger, shoved a sword into him from the left and a spear from
the right, "You are outta here!"

The black haired guy, who had long hair blowing in the wind, and now had it
covering his face as he jerked his head in strange ways made a sound like,
"ULLLLLLLLLL! HILLLLLLLLLL!"

"Outta the battle that is," Roj smiled and crisscrossed the weapons in the
guy to satisfying gasps and gurgles from the warrior who held his hands
aloft as if to ask Roj or some god to make the pain stop. Roj left the
weapons in the guy and undid the guy's denim shorts and a huge, uncut dick
rolled out, jabbing at the air and pulsating. Roj jerked the guy off and as
he did the guy grabbed the weapons in him to undo them but as he jerked, he
managed only to stab himself onto them some more. In the end, Roj jerked
with two hands, only occasionally taking one hand from shaft to feel up the
hot, hard but smooth abs around the button... Roj finally breathed out from
his former fascination, "Oh, you're so fuckin hot, pretty man!"

"You...arggg....are, too, boy."



...but then just before the blasting searing firery release of cum blasts,
Roj grabbed the weapons and just held them...making the jerking guy jerk
himself onto them some more, causing the dude more untold pain...and
pleasure. Roj saw the taller and older man go down before him and as the
man did, their eyes locked. Roj nodded in victory and the man and he shared
an understanding. "Best ever, right?"

"Yeah, feels awesome! Finished."  The man nodded yes to Roj and Roj held
the weapons but as the man fell off them, Roj followed him down with the
points and jabbed them again into solid mass and the man yelped as Roj did
so. Roj removed them and was about to stab again but heard Cok yell at him
that the spearmen and spear boys were finished, many he did not add, by
their own spears and that it was time to turn to the mass of muscle men
that faced Trio head on.  Roj knew that he didn't stand a chance against
the musclemen...he did but he didn't think he did so he said, "It's a good
day to die in my belly button! Have at me!"

Mixed in with the musclemen were men and boys of all caliber, size, age,
and coloration as well as ethnic background. Literally, there were all
shapes and kinds. As the foursome smashed into the muscle men bulk, others
were there fighting them. There were skinny boys, lean boys, fey boys...in
fact one of them noticed the foursome with glee and made a sarcastic look
their way. His name was Fey and he was skinny, about 5'5, and wore a sort
of toga around and below his bare hips. But his upper body was completely
bare. He had a short crew cut and a determined, almost average face yet
seemed somewhat androgynous. His legs were more muscled than the rest of
him and he held two short swords. He laughed, "I'll take care of them!"



On the opposite side of the muscle men's main body of troops were the arrow
boys. Trio looked. From their perspective the arrow boys were on their
right, the spearmen and boys, now dying or dead, falling over each other,
cumming mostly, were on their left. Cok, Ill, Fam, and Roj smashed into the
left side of the muscle men main body. Fey was behind them, trying to get a
chance to move at them but there were other muscle men in front of him,
fighting them. Cok stabbed many muscle men down, using two swords now; Roj
ducked a muscle man swing at him and as he ducked, he ducked even lower to
jab a medium length sword into the muscle man's hard stomach, right in the
navel and he did say so, 'I'm gonna stab you right in your navel!"

"YOU? A little thing like you!? You'll die before I even look at you!"

Roj stabbed between every word, grunting as it was hard stabbing into a
hard strong tight body, "THAT.... DOESN'T ...EVEN... MAKE... SENSE!"  He
twisted and pulled out, rammed his sword into another and another, drawing
power from the fact that he was killing men twice his age and double his
size as well. He smiled as they went down behind him, in front of him, to
his side. "I love this," he said as he jumped up and stabbed two onrushing
muscle boys, who were also taller than he and more muscled. He rammed,
pilled out and rammed again into two more behind them as they fell. He
pushed forward.

A gruff man with a spear, and a beard said, "I wish that runt'd stay still
so I can kill him!"

Cok rammed a sword into the man's hip and kept it going out his other hip,
"Like you just did for me?"

"oh," the man said meekly. He dropped his sword and axe and gulped. The man
looked at his navel and inside he saw only the metal of the sword, the flat
metal was now the only interior of navel he had.

Smiling, Cok nodded sideways at him and jerked the sword out, holding his
other sword out from his body to jab a younger thin male who rushed from
that angle at him. He removed both and both men fell down.

"HA!"  Cok moved on to others, "To victory!"

Roj laughed, "And our sticky, warrior earned deaths!"