Date: Sun, 4 Nov 2012 13:36:26 -0500 (EST) From: J Subject: TRIO 126 TRIO 126 Pare flexed his smooth skin and felt the point. "Ahhh, that's nothing." He moved his belly back and his navel came off the point. He kicked the two men behind him and their bodies flew back but their navels were left on the knife boots. As he did this, Pare also used his strength to undo the swords in front and those two men fell back, holding their navels and groaning. Pare gasped, "Find each other as you die. It's been known to happen. Even to me. BUT I always cum back." On these last two words, Pare found himself in a crouch, face to face with the skinny blond kid. The kid gasped, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry ! I didn't mean ta!" "Then wadcha doin' out here pointin ' yur junk at me navel?" "I don't know, I don't know. They made me, they made me. I just joined today." "Well which is it? Did they make ya or did you just join today of your own free will?" "I don't know, I don't know, please..." Pare smiled a sardonic one at the kid, "Hey, how old you?" "13. I...I just joined today! I wouldn't have kilt ya.," "You're very, very hot. Cute and handsome. Just joined today?" "Yeah, I don't know anything. Just join today." "Bad timing!" Pare stabbed both swords in the kid's lopsided oval navel and did so at an upward angle so that both swords were from bottom to top, emerging between the kid's shoulder blades but far up his back and nearer to the middle of the back, closer to the spine. Pare crisscrossed them and churned the kid's belly button around. The kid gasped inward and sucked in air. He looked at Pare. Pare looked at the kid with wide eyes and made fun of the kid with them. The kid looked at him with hate and shock and revenge in his eyes...revenge he would never get. The kid slid down. Pare let him slid off his swords and their emergence was with a slurping slick sound. Pare puffed his chest out and snorted. The kid stopped breathing. Pare bent down and stuck his swords opposite each other and stabbed two more muscle men coming at him from two sides. They ran onto the swords some more and their comrades behind them saw points come out their upper backs. Pare unstuck them and stabbed two men and then pushed in order to get two each on each sword. There were four men on his swords now and flung them off in order to stab another one. And another. The men gasped. "I can't belieffff that little Puerto Rican kilt us all." "We die!" "Yeah you die!" Pare stabbed another navel. Men fell all around Pare as he stood there using his swords. As Pare, Aoi, and Sole began systematically slaying as many muscle men as they could, Cok, Ill, Fam, and Roj slew as many as they could. But they were outnumbered. Four men came at Cok from the front and two from behind. One hit him from behind with two elbows to his back. Cok fell forward and feigned to be more hurt than he was. He was able, crouching, to fool three of the men coming at him. He recovered, waiting until they were very close and drove his swords up into the front two and out and into one behind the one on his left. A curly haired brunette was in front and he tried to stop his flight but his navel was already pierced from a downward angle toward an upward angle. The brown man behind him, who sported long wavy dark black hair, got the sword right in his navel, too, an outtie now made innie. He slammed into the man in front of him and the blade was between back and belly for a second and out the brown man's back. He gasped and grabbed the man in front, dropping his sword. He felt metallic pain in his navel and being moved around. Cok withdrew hard...as these men were thick with muscle and were bigger than he. The other sword split the navel of a red skinned Native American who looked as if he came from the 1600s and his swirly navel was messed up by it. The Irish man behind him, stopped himself from being run through, seeing the blade come out the Native's back. He was quickly sliced from hip to hip by Cok's other sword, the one he removed from the other two. His intestines began to pile out of the slit. The other men slammed into Cok, one hit Cok with the flat edge of his sword. Cok fell backward and back stabbed two more men behind him and launched forward, running two more men through. Another one punched him and he fell back but managed to stab that one and another on the way down. Cok's three friends wanted to help him but they, too, were fighting for their lives, being outnumbered by all manner of warriors. Cok's area had one man look him over and he stabbed down a huge spear at Cok's navel but Cok managed to turn to one side and his right side took some of the point but he was just merely wounded. The others around Cok moved on, thinking the man over Cok could easily finish him as Cok laid on the ground huffing. The man cut off Cok's speedo as Cok lay on the ground. Cok reached around on the ground for some weapon and found a spear and jutted it up at the muscle man who merely laughed, hit it with his sword, making it fly out of Cok's hand and fall to the ground. The muscle warrior swiped the point of his own sword at Cok's chest. Cok threw himself upward but the sword nicked his chest and another swing nicked his belly from hip to hip. "Nothing! You cut like a woman, the princess could cut me better!" The warrior grew angry and Cok kicked up and knocked the sword out of the man's hand. Cok intended to sit up but the man grabbed the fallen spear and jumped between Cok's legs, the thick dick now pointing up and nicking the man's own thick, uncut dick which sprang out, for this warrior fought nude. Both could feel themselves ready to let loose their cum packs. Cok could hear the sounds of Ill fighting nearby, felling many muscled warrior men. But there were too many. The spear providers now taken out along with the spear boys themselves, the bulk of muscle men took to Roj, Ill, Cok and Fam, all of whom fought feverishly against hordes of overblown muscle. Cok heard the strike of sword to belly meat and knew that Ill took one to his navel. Ill bent over, "DOAF!" Ill's upper body stretched out and back to take it but while he retained his sword in a determined fist, his knife fell out of his right hand. Just as the muscle man between Cok's legs put his left hand around Cok's neck and made ready to strike with the spear in his right hand, Cok found the fallen knife. It was too late, however, the muscle man jabbed the spear into Cok's navel and found hard resistance underneath. Cok looked up into the face of the muscle man and saw determination and a win in his eyes. The man's lips were pursed together. Cok refused to give into the pain and kept his upper body bent to try to sit up and he had Ill's knife in his right hand now. The spear went in, met with hard muscle deep in the navel so the surprised muscle man withdrew the point but not out and shoved it in again and made it burst through the navel back wall, causing Cok great pain and making his first volley of cum rockets shoot out, creaming the man's lower veined groin under the man's own navel within a navel. The muscle warrior jerked the spear out a bit and gave it three more shots before burying it deeper. Cok shot five loads but threw his head back in pain and then forward again. His arms went back to the ground but he flung his right arm up and the hand with the knife in it soon met the area around the muscle man's navel as he buried the knife deep in the man's navel. The man's face changed from the look of a winner to surprised look of pain and pleasure of a victim loser. His mouth opened wide and he threw his head back but didn't get off Cok's body yet. His dick exploded over and over again, the tip of his dick hitting the tip of Cok who was under him as he straddled him. They both shook ALL of their cum loose with precision. A flying spear from one of his own men hit the man in his navel and his body was flung off Cok. Cok sat up, "I'll survive this!" "Wanna bet!!!" Two boys found and reached the spear dangling loosely in Cok's navel hole. They each grabbed it in their hands, one had it in his right hand, the other in his left, standing side by side as they moved over bodies. They shoved it down into Cok's navel and made sure it went all the way through and out his bare back. "AHHHH! NAWWW!" "NAW! AHHHH! YEAH!" The two boys echoed each other. Cok bent upward now to try to do a sit up and if anyone were watching from behind, they'd have seen the point of the spear now firmly out his lower bare back. Two nude arrow boys, the only two left, went undaunted. Skinny, they 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!" The two other boys over Cok, 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 the muscled Cok lying on the ground. Cok was bursting out of his speedo. The kids, jerking each other let loose strings of cum on their enemy. "He's perfectly perforated! HA!" The boy sounded like such a kid to Cok as the boy put emphasis on the Ps spewing wind out of his youthful mouth. His voice must have changed but it didn't sound like it. Cok saw them jerking each other. "Oh that's hot!" "You are hot!" "Keep jerking!" The spear point was in the enemy navel and Cok 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 Cok'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 material. Cok knew he was dying but 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!" "I know." He said lowly but then perked up, "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 Cok 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! The two boys finally fell and in a tangle with the bigger, more muscled Cok, lost themselves. The trio had a mess of arms, legs, and torsos rubbing at each other. A hand hit an obliterated navel. An arrow was jerked out sideways by a hand that didn't know it was holding onto it. "GAAAAA!" "OHHHHH!!!!" "AAAAAAAAAA!" "OHHHHHHHHHHFFFAAAAUUKKK!" "DO THAT AGAIN!" "MUTHER FUCKER THAT FEELS GOOD!" "MUTHER FUCKER THAT HURTS SO BAD!" Cok found his dick implanted in the ass hole of one of the boys and he grabbed the kid to make sure it was a longer time there. He jerked the kid over him, ploughed the ass, "I'm ploughing that ass hard before I die, kid!" The kid's bony bare back hit the spear in Cok's belly button and moved it upward a bit, causing him more pain. The kid laughed and then gasped as he was fucked in the ass and Cok let loose with moans of ecstasy and pain. The other kid was on Cok's legs and looked up and saw his friend with the arrow hanging out his navel so the pal took his mouth to the kid's dick and started to suck it, careful to mind the shaft of the arrow. He then tired of holding onto Cok's legs and lower torso to brace himself so he reached up as his friend moaned and held the arrow in his friend's navel. This made the friend moan in a different intonation and louder and harder than before. The friend cam on the pal's mouth and face and in his eyes. The sucker fell back and died from his own arrow wound, falling face down, belly down onto the shaft so that the arrow ran through his navel wall, out his back and pointed straight up. Cok watched it with pleasure from the side as he peered past the kid on his dick. He cam in the kid and the kid reached back and used both hands, strong hands, to plow the spear in some more and move it all around. Both he and Cok died at the same time, the kid falling with his back onto the spear and dangling there for a time. Cok died and laid his head down on the ground. Someone put another spear in him to make sure. Someone also stabbed the kid just out of pure bloodlust...or fun...and the kid's last sound heard was of one of his own comrades laughing at his death and pain. ....which was when Fam shoved a sword through the kid's chest and rammed it down to pull out his belly. That kid fell in a heap fast. Fam found himself alone against five muscle men with swords. "Cum on, I'll take ya all on!" The five closed in and quickly in rapid succession, Fam stabbed each one in their navels. Two bent over in pain, two arched their backs away. Fam stabbed them twice more. The fifth just walked off, holding his navel area with both hands, trying to hold it all in, eyes wide. Every other warrior ignored him, knowing he was dead. One guy laughed at him and then that guy got a spear in his navel. Fam laughed and moved on but ten warriors surrounded him. "CUM ON! I'VE KILLED A HUNDRED ALREADY ON THIS GROUND! BE THE HUNDREDTHA ND ONE!" Backed to a lone tree, Fam felt the sting of ten swords to his navel, the sword completely covering every inch of his belly button, biting into it and harping on the flesh beneath. The points filled his entire belly area and the men stabbing him stuck further in to varying degrees of depth. Some just poked a bit and left the kill strokes to the others. The two in front struck deepest with one going up to the hilt. Fam gasped and shook his head. "At least I know it takes all you puss wads to kill one little ole me!" One tall bald man, muscled throughout his body, smiled, "Doesn't matter. You still be dead!: Another, who looked like Steve Reeves, jerked his sword around and out and in again, "Yeah, die!" "I oblige," Fam fell as all ten removed swords from his navel area. In contrast, his dick, as he fell, launched upward, having been previously dormant. His dick was thick, large, and long, veined and cut but fired a lobby of nearly endless jerking cum clouds that rained on the men around him. Aoi was behind the men who were laughing as the cum dripping on their faces, shoulders, chests, and abs. "Hello boys!" Aoi had two long swords and both were now in two of the men's chests as they turned. They stared. They fell as Aoi removed the swords. He didn't hesitate. Fam, on the ground, saw this and slowly died in pain but first said, "Get em and kill em all, Aoi." "I will," Aoi was in the midst of killing the fifth one, running him through with an extended arm thrust using the sword as an extension of his arm. "DIE!" "Me?" Fam asked, "I do die." "Not you," Aoi said, "Them. Goodbye my ally." Fam smiled, "Finish me...it...it hurts..." Aoi thrust his sword down into Fam's chiseled belly, "You don't have to ask me twice." He jerked it out and Fam's body came up with it with a huffing gasp. It fell back down and Fam was silent. Except for one last throb of goo that emanated from slit on penis. "OH gawd!" Fam gasped and did a crunch of pain. "DIE!" Aoi shoved the sword down deeper into Fam, "My hunky hot Italian stud warrior!" "Help me!" "I am!" Aoi twisted and turned and removed the sword, "But no more time to spend on ya, or I'll find myself dying like ya, there in the dirt, back to ground, hole in belly button and not the one that's meant to be there! You hot muscular Italian macho man!" "Tha...thank you....uuuu" Fam died. Aoi moved on, uncaring...or trying not to be right now. He cut a boy in half who ran at him trying to make a name of himself. He boy even said so, "I'm gonna kill Aoi of Trio." "You and what other half of your body?" Aoi laughed. Of Ill, not much has been said. Ill, after losing his weapons, was made an example of. One warrior passed by and cut Ill's belly from side to side and a slit appeared. Ill looked down. Another warrior ran by him and jerked a knife sideways into Ill's navel. "Ahh, haff some fun wid this one, it's Trio we want." "Yeah, they're the ones that'll give us a name if we kill em!" An Asian guy ran by and whipped a small sword into Ill's belly. And as more and more men and boys passed Ill, it became a tradition to stab him with something. Ill, of his nature, was fighting it, snarling, making curled up nose faces, his eyebrows vee-ing together and gasping. But after a time and after being stabbed by 55 more warriors in various parts of navel area, Ill fell to the ground and was further speared by two VERY young boys who laughed at him and each other and they were totally naked. Roj was cutting his way through a massive file of muscle men and sweating profusely, the slick glistening his tight lithe body, detailing every sinew of his arms, legs, abs, chest, neck, shoulders and back. His green eyes darted back and forth, he licked his thick lips and threw his curly hair back over his forehead and forged ahead. Men twice his size were felled by him. He used tactics he learned from Feng, using his entire body to slay. As he passed a large bulging elderly man, the man looked at his belly button. It was gone. "He got me!" "No," another said, joking, "He gut you." "And you!" Roj back handed his sword so it hit this guy's belly button in a slit-mode. "Oh no, I thought I got away wid not fighin you!" Roj cut it in deeper and then unplugged the man and swung it in an arc to take in two more younger warriors but they were older than he was. "You're all not very good, are you?" Fey was watching Roj from afar, trying to make his way through the throng of muscle warriors and fey boys, all of whom wanted a chance at Roj and Trio, the only four left of the opposition. He was careful not to get killed as he made his way toward Roj but he found the pressing of warriors so close to each other drew him in a direction closer to Trio than to Roj so he made his way that way. He did so want a chance at the little runt, though. Fey thought he would be evenly matched as neither he nor Roj were typical muscle men, bodybuilder types but both were lean, tight, lithe, and hard bodied in their own smooth skinned way. His eyes glistened with battle fever. Fey was almost drooling, "I'm gonna kill that one and Trio right after." TO BE CONTINUED... Please readers remember that Nifty needs YOUR donations to provide these wonderful stories. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Trio says, "Do it now!" "Not you," Aoi said, "Them. Goodbye my ally." Fam smiled, "Finish me...it...it hurts..." Aoi thrust his sword down into Fam's chiseled belly, "You don't have to ask me twice." He jerked it out and Fam's body came up with it with a huffing gasp. It fell back down and Fam was silent. Except for one last throb of goo that emanated from slit on penis. "OH gawd!" Fam gasped and did a crunch of pain. "DIE!" Aoi shoved the sword down deeper into Fam, "My hunky hot Italian stud warrior!" "Help me!" "I am!" Aoi twisted and turned and removed the sword, "But no more time to spend on ya, or I'll find myself dying like ya, there in the dirt, back to ground, hole in belly button and not the one that's meant to be there! You hot muscular Italian macho man!" "Tha...thank you....uuuu" Fam died. Aoi moved on, uncaring...or trying not to be right now. He cut a boy in half who ran at him trying to make a name of himself. He boy even said so, "I'm gonna kill Aoi of Trio." "You and what other half of your body?" Aoi laughed. Of Ill, not much has been said. Ill, after losing his weapons, was made an example of. One warrior passed by and cut Ill's belly from side to side and a slit appeared. Ill looked down. Another warrior ran by him and jerked a knife sideways into Ill's navel. "Ahh, haff some fun wid this one, it's Trio we want." "Yeah, they're the ones that'll give us a name if we kill em!" An Asian guy ran by and whipped a small sword into Ill's belly. And as more and more men and boys passed Ill, it became a tradition to stab him with something. Ill, of his nature, was fighting it, snarling, making curled up nose faces, his eyebrows vee-ing together and gasping. But after a time and after being stabbed by 55 more warriors in various parts of navel area, Ill fell to the ground and was further speared by two VERY young boys who laughed at him and each other and they were totally naked. Roj was cutting his way through a massive file of muscle men and sweating profusely, the slick glistening his tight lithe body, detailing every sinew of his arms, legs, abs, chest, neck, shoulders and back. His green eyes darted back and forth, he licked his thick lips and threw his curly hair back over his forehead and forged ahead. Men twice his size were felled by him. He used tactics he learned from Feng, using his entire body to slay. As he passed a large bulging elderly man, the man looked at his belly button. It was gone. "He got me!" "No," another said, joking, "He gut you." "And you!" Roj back handed his sword so it hit this guy's belly button in a slit-mode. "Oh no, I thought I got away wid not fighin you!" Roj cut it in deeper and then unplugged the man and swung it in an arc to take in two more younger warriors but they were older than he was. "You're all not very good, are you?" Fey was watching Roj from afar, trying to make his way through the throng of muscle warriors and fey boys, all of whom wanted a chance at Roj and Trio, the only four left of the opposition. He was careful not to get killed as he made his way toward Roj but he found the pressing of warriors so close to each other drew him in a direction closer to Trio than to Roj so he made his way that way. He did so want a chance at the little runt, though. Fey thought he would be evenly matched as neither he nor Roj were typical muscle men, bodybuilder types but both were lean, tight, lithe, and hard bodied in their own smooth skinned way. His eyes glistened with battle fever. Fey was almost drooling, "I'm gonna kill that one and Trio right after." TO BE CONTINUED... Please readers remember that Nifty needs YOUR donations to provide these wonderful stories. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Trio says, "Do it now!" "You are hot!" "Keep jerking!" The spear point was in the enemy navel and Cok 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 Cok'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 material. Cok knew he was dying but 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!" "I know." He said lowly but then perked up, "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 Cok 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! The two boys finally fell and in a tangle with the bigger, more muscled Cok, lost themselves. The trio had a mess of arms, legs, and torsos rubbing at each other. A hand hit an obliterated navel. An arrow was jerked out sideways by a hand that didn't know it was holding onto it. "GAAAAA!" "OHHHHH!!!!" "AAAAAAAAAA!" "OHHHHHHHHHHFFFAAAAUUKKK!" "DO THAT AGAIN!" "MUTHER FUCKER THAT FEELS GOOD!" "MUTHER FUCKER THAT HURTS SO BAD!" Cok found his dick implanted in the ass hole of one of the boys and he grabbed the kid to make sure it was a longer time there. He jerked the kid over him, ploughed the ass, "I'm ploughing that ass hard before I die, kid!" The kid's bony bare back hit the spear in Cok's belly button and moved it upward a bit, causing him more pain. The kid laughed and then gasped as he was fucked in the ass and Cok let loose with moans of ecstasy and pain. The other kid was on Cok's legs and looked up and saw his friend with the arrow hanging out his navel so the pal took his mouth to the kid's dick and started to suck it, careful to mind the shaft of the arrow. He then tired of holding onto Cok's legs and lower torso to brace himself so he reached up as his friend moaned and held the arrow in his friend's navel. This made the friend moan in a different intonation and louder and harder than before. The friend cam on the pal's mouth and face and in his eyes. The sucker fell back and died from his own arrow wound, falling face down, belly down onto the shaft so that the arrow ran through his navel wall, out his back and pointed straight up. Cok watched it with pleasure from the side as he peered past the kid on his dick. He cam in the kid and the kid reached back and used both hands, strong hands, to plow the spear in some more and move it all around. Both he and Cok died at the same time, the kid falling with his back onto the spear and dangling there for a time. Cok died and laid his head down on the ground. Someone put another spear in him to make sure. Someone also stabbed the kid just out of pure bloodlust...or fun...and the kid's last sound heard was of one of his own comrades laughing at his death and pain. ....which was when Fam shoved a sword through the kid's chest and rammed it down to pull out his belly. That kid fell in a heap fast. Fam found himself alone against five muscle men with swords. "Cum on, I'll take ya all on!" The five closed in and quickly in rapid succession, Fam stabbed each one in their navels. Two bent over in pain, two arched their backs away. Fam stabbed them twice more. The fifth just walked off, holding his navel area with both hands, trying to hold it all in, eyes wide. Every other warrior ignored him, knowing he was dead. One guy laughed at him and then that guy got a spear in his navel. Fam laughed and moved on but ten warriors surrounded him. "CUM ON! I'VE KILLED A HUNDRED ALREADY ON THIS GROUND! BE THE HUNDREDTHA ND ONE!" Backed to a lone tree, Fam felt the sting of ten swords to his navel, the sword completely covering every inch of his belly button, biting into it and harping on the flesh beneath. The points filled his entire belly area and the men stabbing him stuck further in to varying degrees of depth. Some just poked a bit and left the kill strokes to the others. The two in front struck deepest with one going up to the hilt. Fam gasped and shook his head. "At least I know it takes all you puss wads to kill one little ole me!" One tall bald man, muscled throughout his body, smiled, "Doesn't matter. You still be dead!: Another, who looked like Steve Reeves, jerked his sword around and out and in again, "Yeah, die!" "I oblige," Fam fell as all ten removed swords from his navel area. In contrast, his dick, as he fell, launched upward, having been previously dormant. His dick was thick, large, and long, veined and cut but fired a lobby of nearly endless jerking cum clouds that rained on the men around him. Aoi was behind the men who were laughing as the cum dripping on their faces, shoulders, chests, and abs. "Hello boys!" Aoi had two long swords and both were now in two of the men's chests as they turned. They stared. They fell as Aoi removed the swords. He didn't hesitate. Fam, on the ground, saw this and slowly died in pain but first said, "Get em and kill em all, Aoi." "I will," Aoi was in the midst of killing the fifth one, running him through with an extended arm thrust using the sword as an extension of his arm. "DIE!" "Me?" Fam asked, "I do die." "Not you," Aoi said, "Them. Goodbye my ally." Fam smiled, "Finish me...it...it hurts..." Aoi thrust his sword down into Fam's chiseled belly, "You don't have to ask me twice." He jerked it out and Fam's body came up with it with a huffing gasp. It fell back down and Fam was silent. Except for one last throb of goo that emanated from slit on penis. "OH gawd!" Fam gasped and did a crunch of pain. "DIE!" Aoi shoved the sword down deeper into Fam, "My hunky hot Italian stud warrior!" "Help me!" "I am!" Aoi twisted and turned and removed the sword, "But no more time to spend on ya, or I'll find myself dying like ya, there in the dirt, back to ground, hole in belly button and not the one that's meant to be there! You hot muscular Italian macho man!" "Tha...thank you....uuuu" Fam died. Aoi moved on, uncaring...or trying not to be right now. He cut a boy in half who ran at him trying to make a name of himself. He boy even said so, "I'm gonna kill Aoi of Trio." "You and what other half of your body?" Aoi laughed. Of Ill, not much has been said. Ill, after losing his weapons, was made an example of. One warrior passed by and cut Ill's belly from side to side and a slit appeared. Ill looked down. Another warrior ran by him and jerked a knife sideways into Ill's navel. "Ahh, haff some fun wid this one, it's Trio we want." "Yeah, they're the ones that'll give us a name if we kill em!" An Asian guy ran by and whipped a small sword into Ill's belly. And as more and more men and boys passed Ill, it became a tradition to stab him with something. Ill, of his nature, was fighting it, snarling, making curled up nose faces, his eyebrows vee-ing together and gasping. But after a time and after being stabbed by 55 more warriors in various parts of navel area, Ill fell to the ground and was further speared by two VERY young boys who laughed at him and each other and they were totally naked. Roj was cutting his way through a massive file of muscle men and sweating profusely, the slick glistening his tight lithe body, detailing every sinew of his arms, legs, abs, chest, neck, shoulders and back. His green eyes darted back and forth, he licked his thick lips and threw his curly hair back over his forehead and forged ahead. Men twice his size were felled by him. He used tactics he learned from Feng, using his entire body to slay. As he passed a large bulging elderly man, the man looked at his belly button. It was gone. "He got me!" "No," another said, joking, "He gut you." "And you!" Roj back handed his sword so it hit this guy's belly button in a slit-mode. "Oh no, I thought I got away wid not fighin you!" Roj cut it in deeper and then unplugged the man and swung it in an arc to take in two more younger warriors but they were older than he was. "You're all not very good, are you?" Fey was watching Roj from afar, trying to make his way through the throng of muscle warriors and fey boys, all of whom wanted a chance at Roj and Trio, the only four left of the opposition. He was careful not to get killed as he made his way toward Roj but he found the pressing of warriors so close to each other drew him in a direction closer to Trio than to Roj so he made his way that way. He did so want a chance at the little runt, though. Fey thought he would be evenly matched as neither he nor Roj were typical muscle men, bodybuilder types but both were lean, tight, lithe, and hard bodied in their own smooth skinned way. His eyes glistened with battle fever. Fey was almost drooling, "I'm gonna kill that one and Trio right after." TO BE CONTINUED... Please readers remember that Nifty needs YOUR donations to provide these wonderful stories. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Trio says, "Do it now!" "Not you," Aoi said, "Them. Goodbye my ally." Fam smiled, "Finish me...it...it hurts..." Aoi thrust his sword down into Fam's chiseled belly, "You don't have to ask me twice." He jerked it out and Fam's body came up with it with a huffing gasp. It fell back down and Fam was silent. Except for one last throb of goo that emanated from slit on penis. "OH gawd!" Fam gasped and did a crunch of pain. "DIE!" Aoi shoved the sword down deeper into Fam, "My hunky hot Italian stud warrior!" "Help me!" "I am!" Aoi twisted and turned and removed the sword, "But no more time to spend on ya, or I'll find myself dying like ya, there in the dirt, back to ground, hole in belly button and not the one that's meant to be there! You hot muscular Italian macho man!" "Tha...thank you....uuuu" Fam died. Aoi moved on, uncaring...or trying not to be right now. He cut a boy in half who ran at him trying to make a name of himself. He boy even said so, "I'm gonna kill Aoi of Trio." "You and what other half of your body?" Aoi laughed. Of Ill, not much has been said. Ill, after losing his weapons, was made an example of. One warrior passed by and cut Ill's belly from side to side and a slit appeared. Ill looked down. Another warrior ran by him and jerked a knife sideways into Ill's navel. "Ahh, haff some fun wid this one, it's Trio we want." "Yeah, they're the ones that'll give us a name if we kill em!" An Asian guy ran by and whipped a small sword into Ill's belly. And as more and more men and boys passed Ill, it became a tradition to stab him with something. Ill, of his nature, was fighting it, snarling, making curled up nose faces, his eyebrows vee-ing together and gasping. But after a time and after being stabbed by 55 more warriors in various parts of navel area, Ill fell to the ground and was further speared by two VERY young boys who laughed at him and each other and they were totally naked. Roj was cutting his way through a massive file of muscle men and sweating profusely, the slick glistening his tight lithe body, detailing every sinew of his arms, legs, abs, chest, neck, shoulders and back. His green eyes darted back and forth, he licked his thick lips and threw his curly hair back over his forehead and forged ahead. Men twice his size were felled by him. He used tactics he learned from Feng, using his entire body to slay. As he passed a large bulging elderly man, the man looked at his belly button. It was gone. "He got me!" "No," another said, joking, "He gut you." "And you!" Roj back handed his sword so it hit this guy's belly button in a slit-mode. "Oh no, I thought I got away wid not fighin you!" Roj cut it in deeper and then unplugged the man and swung it in an arc to take in two more younger warriors but they were older than he was. "You're all not very good, are you?" Fey was watching Roj from afar, trying to make his way through the throng of muscle warriors and fey boys, all of whom wanted a chance at Roj and Trio, the only four left of the opposition. He was careful not to get killed as he made his way toward Roj but he found the pressing of warriors so close to each other drew him in a direction closer to Trio than to Roj so he made his way that way. He did so want a chance at the little runt, though. Fey thought he would be evenly matched as neither he nor Roj were typical muscle men, bodybuilder types but both were lean, tight, lithe, and hard bodied in their own smooth skinned way. His eyes glistened with battle fever. Fey was almost drooling, "I'm gonna kill that one and Trio right after." TO BE CONTINUED... Please readers remember that Nifty needs YOUR donations to provide these wonderful stories. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Trio says, "Do it now!"