Date: Sun, 4 Nov 2012 13:47:15 -0500 (EST) From: J Subject: Trio 127 Please readers Nifty needs YOUR donations to provide these wonderful stories. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Trio says, "DO IT NOW!" TRIO 127 Three muscle men, all looking alike, triplets faced Sole. Sole was killing a bunch of men, all of whom fell at his feet. He stepped on their bodies to get over to a new bunch. Most of them backed off. Sole swung his swords around, "Oh man, you guys are such cowards. You die as such or not..." He saw the three muscle men come to him. "You three, you look like you're a match..." "We'll put out your fire, soon enough, welp," the first one, Non, stepped forward. "Ahh, the triplets of terror, aye?" Sole smiled. The second one, Nec, smiled, "Swords? I was hoping to see some of your famous spear action?" Sole nodded and threw one of his swords into a youth trying to sneak up behind him. The youth fell letting out a yell. The third, Nam, tossed a spear to Sole, who caught it in one hand. He threw his other sword into another warrior, who was behind Nam, all proud and waiting, eager to see Sole die beneath these muscle man swords and spears. Nam glanced behind him briefly, raised an eyebrow and cooly turned back to Sole. Sole picked up another spear and faced them, "Ready or not, dumb fucks, here I come." "To your death!" Non ran at him with two spears. Sole sidestepped Non, hit him with the shaft of the spear and thrust it at the belly of the one called Nec who also ran at him at the same time. Nec jumped back, getting in the way of Nam and they bumped into each other. Sole stabbed Non in the stomach but Non jumped back to only make it a flesh wound, just above his navel. Non gasped, looking down as himself, "You're as good as they say!" Sole squatted, "No. I'm better!" He stood to his full height, which while tall, was not as tall as the triplets, who were also almost bald but blond with crew cuts. The triplets also were completely naked and dripping from penis. Nam thrust a spear at Sole's belly, "Cocky bastard!" "Only when I have to be," Sole said, "And from experience...I've killed millions so..." He hit Nam over the back and Nam fell forward. Sole then raised both spears up to a single point as Nec ran at him again. Nec took the entire thrust of both spears into his navel, his brother leaning down and recovering between him and Sole. As Nam stood up, his broad, muscled back hit the two spears, dragging the spears up the navel to a hard ridge but not coming out of the navel...ripping the flesh under the ridge and extending the ridge higher up. "You'll be among plenty of company, Nec. I'd love to neck with you, Nec but as you can see I still have your two bros to conquer in their navel holes so DIE!" Sole stuck them in deeper but had to pull them out as Nam turned to his brother and then turned back to him. Nam had two swords now. He cut one spear in half, the point half remained in his brother, the other half was what Sole pulled out. Sole looked at it and nodded, "Ah well, still got another." "Another spear?" "No, I meant you. You still got another brother." Sole smacked the half spear into Nam's face and he fell sideways, trying to rip at Sole with the sword in his left hand and only managing to nick Sole's side just above his hip. "Oh man, I wanted Nec to nick me but seeing as Nec is slowly driving his dick into the ground to bear his own death pain....I'll take it from you, Nam!" Non raced at Sole from behind. Sole jumped up and landed on Non's back and smacked the half spear into the man's skull and rolled sideways. He rolled off Non and then poked the one spear he had left up and took it through Nam's hard belly. And it went out Nam's back. Nam gasped and folded. Sole let the spear go and Nam fell back, holding it with both hands. He landed on his knees, his back over the feet, the spear dangling out the back, headed for the ground. Sole used the recovering Non to put both hands on Non's head and pole vault himself at the spear. He let go of Non's head and put both hands on the spear in Nam and drives it through Nam as far it will go into the ground behind him. Nam gasped and his dick rocketed off. Dying on the ground, Nec crawled to his brother and embraced him and they cam together, dicks mingling in a sticky pile, like a stepped on spider or insect. Sole shrugged, "Brotherly love. Makes me wanna see my psycho bro, bro." Standing up and watching his dying brothers, Non held his head and put a spear in one hand and a sword in the other. "I may die like the brothers I loved but I won't cower back like these cowards..." he pointed his weapons at the crowd behind him. Who backed up. Then he put the weapons in Sole's direction. "I respect that," Sole said and rushed at him, quickly knocking his sword and spear down, "But the result..." Non looked shocked and looked at his empty hands, his eyes wide and unbelieving. "...will be the same." Non had a long pointed spear plunged into his navel. He stood his ground. "I...did...not believe...how gaaaaa...good...you baaaaa....you were rumored...to beeeeekkkk!" "Yeah, well, I say if you hafta die in battle, you might as well die in battle like you just did instead of like these cowards..." Sole smiled, moving in closer and as he did, driving the spear into Non some more. "I'll give you this, it takes a lot to stick this in ya more, you got such hard rock abs and even your navel is tough." "Thanks., Cumming! Cumming from you, it means a lottaaaaa!" "Yea, just die now, dude. Join your brothers." "Do me a favor Sole of Trio." "Yeah, slow or fast?" "Don't care, either way you want." "Then what?" "Slay all these cowards watching me die and doin nothing." "I shall!" Sole half smirked, "But you first..." He twisted the spear in the navel and jerked in up to his own fist. As he did so, one brave warrior boy, shorter than Sole, came up to him and tried to cleave him in half with an axe. Sole jerked the spear out, kicked the warrior in the knee and rammed the spear into his navel, too. "You're brave as well." Behind Sole, a skinny older man tried to raise his sword over Sole's shoulder to cut him but Sole back kicked him, turned, removing the spear from the warrior in front, who fell immediately, huffing, and jabbed that man in the navel, too. "You are not!" He rammed the spear in and let go with both hands. This gave the cowards some time to either rush Sole, who was weaponless or flee. The group split, some doing one, some doing the other. Sole uphanded the jaw of a hot black warrior muscleman and got down low, in order to pull out the man's second sword and removed the first sword from the man's hand. He then cleaved an X across the man's belly with the navel in the cross hairs. "X marks the spot!" The man's large bulb outtie navel was already cut into four neat, almost symmetrical quarters with two flat sides and one curved. The man went wide eyed with the pain and Sole wasn't sure if the black man was staring in shock at what was about to happen or staring at nothing, trying to bare the pain. Sole put it out of his mind as he smiled at the man, shook his head in a positive manner, and rammed one sword directly into the man's navel. "Die boy!" The "boy" was an older black man, in his late 20s maybe. He took the navel hit and bore it and looked proud that he did. To Sole's right, another of the former cowards, held two knives at Sole's side and Sole felt the actual point jab at his hip but Sole moved aside, ripping the black man's navel from his body through the black man's own hip and he kicked the knife wielder, a gaunt man who was not unattractive, dark and sinewy but a bit too skinny for Sole's taste. Sole cleaved the man's leg and then followed him down with two swords to his navel as he lay on the ground hurt. Sole then ran at the mass of cowards fleeing and cut them down from behind, "Cowards can die with their backs stabbed." Some he cut in two with one swing and others he jumped at and jabbed into their backs. One jumped on his back and Sole knew this was a good move; dangerous for him. The man was light in weight and fair in skin color and hair. He had one green eye and one blue. While the black man ground his dick into the ground, he arched up to watch, hoping Sole would take a hit to that marvelous outtie/ innie that he possessed. The black stud then focused on his own dying and rubbed his hands into his navel, further separating and enjoying the feeling of his own four quarter ripped navel. The parts came away from each other with impunity and he felt the pain build to a rapid crescendo until his large bulge exploded against his tight, body builder belly, lower and upper splashing where his navel used to be one long stalk but now a separated mess. The white on his very black body made great contrasts. He jerked and his anus came up and one coward put his dick into the man's anus and got off on it, jerking. Aoi, close by, now, stabbed that muscle redhead through the back and out his navel. The man, his dick feeling burning in the black man's tight anal canal, looked down just as he cam in the black man and saw the sword exiting his navel, which was partially smushed out on the sword blade. He gasped and cam at the same time and second later his dick exploded again and again. He jerked as Aoi jerked the sword and it didn't come out right away. Aoi gasped, "FUCK!" "I ...already ...did," the red head winced, "N' you stabbed me in me back for it." Aoi pulled the sword out, "I wasn't talkin to ya, die red! DIE!" Aoi swerved his swords all around, cutting down more muscle men, taking out their chests. Another row behind them got their bellies cleaved so that a long line of red showed up as their belly meat was completely taken out. Aoi smiled as he noticed a long line of dicks jerking up and cumming at the same time. "Nice show!" Sole had the blond on his back and so he flipped, feeling the man's cold steel start to hit his upper chest on both sides. Sole flipped and the man came with him but he lost his knife advantage as he hands moved forward to instinctively land. Sole got out from under him fast and saw him on his belly so he kicked him over and drove both swords down on his tight, very hot, muscled ten pack. "RIGHT IN THE NAVEL!" The blond kicked upward but then tried to get up, his knees bending as he made the effort to stand. His back left the ground but the sword found it through him., "Tight abs don't stop my sword! It's gonna take a long time to die with my cold steel in your hot belly!" Sole removed one sword and held the other. He held the sword out as another of the muscle men ran at him and he impaled that man right away. He jerked it out and the man fell crumpling in two, back falling backward, legs buckling. The dying blond saw this and laughed, shaking. Then he felt more pain. Sole cut both swords across the man again and again and then leveled both perpendicular to the man's navel and the man tried to get up again and even looked at Sole's handiwork each time, his head backing up and then recoiling to stare as the cuts being made. Sole slapped the man's hand away with his back hand as he jabbed one last time, both swords in the man's navel. The other sword was removed right away, this time the opposite side had a muscle man attacking. Sole cut him directly in the belly button and through and pulled out. He twisted so that the blond would jerk to his death and cum shot from the man's slit and landed on Sole's own majestic and worked out on abs, dropping all over his lower regions and gracing his own navel with white boy milk. Sole smiled and was very satisfied. "There's nothing better than this, man! You die with honor and great feelings!" "I...you...bastard...I thank you." The blond huffed to his death less slowly now., Before he expired, Sole snarled, "Whether you do or not, you die, I live." He moved on to kill more. Soon, Aoi and Sole on one side, Pare not far from them but on the other and Roj a bit ahead of them, found themselves outnumbered and facing more and more muscle men. And even though they continued to slay, they were tiring and the muscle men were fresher. Sole lost both swords buried in the navels of two of the largest muscle men he ever saw but he kicked one in the balls and took his spear and it had two points on each end. He rammed one end in one guy and the other end in another guy and twirled them around into more oncoming men and that jabbed more and more navel areas and navels. He flung them off and spun the spear into the crowds and took out more and more. Pare used his boot knives to kick many from above as he leapt into the air, snarling. Landing he used two long knives to allow the men to get as close to him as they could and he took out their navels, their legs, anything he could reach. When some fell and struggled with leg wounds, Pare quickly followed them down with knife hits to their navels and made them squirm before they would produce sperm from said hits. Some men came at him with long swords and thought they would hit him before he had a chance with the knives. Pare leapt into the air, landed on two men's long swords, making the swords go down to the ground. As he did this, the men realized the boy, even though light, had his weight on their swords and looking up, also realized the boy had the knives at their throats, which was quickly slashed. As they grabbed for their own slit necks, Pare cut their chests too and moved to a round house kick off their swords and into four more muscle men behind them. The four behind them were more unlucky: Pare landed and in rapid succession knifed all their stomachs, not even enjoying the grunts that echoed from them...well, not much. He heard the grunts mix with the dying sounds of other dying victims of Trio and Roj but there were so many sounds like this throughout this battle, for him they became common place. His dick was at maximum power now and ready to burst again but he had more men and boys to slay and he did it. Aoi cut down more men then he ever had before and more in such a short time than he remembered. He wondered if his penis could take the extended time of being so engorged and turned on. He decided as he felt so good slaying more and more muscle men, skinny boys, and all types in between, that it could and he could and would enjoy it all. His dick cam many times and so many that he didn't notice how many as well as feeling a constant state of arousal and burning sex spitting from his dick slit, that he just finally thought this was his constant state until he died...which he thought would be any moment now. "As good as we are, guys, I don't think even we can slay this many and not get tired." Sole nodded as he got another guy. That guy yelled, "Look at what you gone done to my bellly buddon!" Sole gasped, "I think you're right, I'm tiring. We are after all just human!" Pare heard this over the din of yelling victory cries from the muscle men that soon turned to victim yells as they were stuck in the navel and other areas. "Speak for yourself. I can last...." a sword hit the top of his shoulder giving him a slight wound. "Then again....last for another six or seven hours, then I think I've had it..." Sole smiled as he stuck a sword into a smaller boy and then a larger man on the other side. These were replaced by a larger man behind the smaller dying boy and on the other side, a smaller boy behind the larger man. He killed all of them quickly. "You do tend to over exaggerate, don't you?" Pare kicked his boot knives into two running brothers, who had psyched themselves up and pumped themselves up by giving themselves mantras and slogans such as "We gonna be the ones to bring down Trio" and "Trio aint' nun-thing to our swords" and stuff like that. They went down with Pare's boot knives in their bellies. He landed on them and removed his boots and slit their bellies for good measure before fighting more. His knives were hit by swords and they flew from his hands. "Pare!" Sole gasped. "Not..." Pare twisted the arm of a man on Pare's right side and who held a sword and the sword went into the belly of a comrade who tried to come against Pare's left side. The man's momentum made his sword drive into and out of his comrade's belly and out the back. "...To...." Pare grabbed the sword from the man and took the dying comrade's sword, too. "Worry..." He drove the sword from the dying man into the one who he made stab his comrade. Both gasped and cursed Pare and fell in a heap. Their heads faced each other and they tried to reach out to each other. They made their hands clasp each other but Pare, without realizing it, stepped on their clasped hands to kill more men and boys. Aoi saw that, "Think you just ruined a Kodak moment." As they conversed, they slew two men each during each comment. "I'm too young to get that reference." Some boy screamed. Another said, "Take it like a man," before getting it in his belly button and screaming louder than the first. "You 're just a year younger than I." The crunching sound of meat getting stabbed and followed quickly by someone's release of air from belly. Followed by the sound of a belly unstuck, a kind of slurping, shooshing sound, all liquidy and solidy at the same time. Meat falling to ground. "Than I? You taking English classes again?" An enemy, not quite muscle boy, saying, "I can take it," and clearly he could not as he went down. He got stabbed on all fours too, right in his belly button from above. "Taking out the upper class maybe?" He took out four guys at once. All fell fast. "Dating?" "Shut up with the bad puns." "They just don't stop cumming!" Sole yelled. "Well, stop stabbin them in their navel, maybe they won't find it so sexual being stabbed somewhere else." Aoi suggested. "Where's the fun in that?" Pare yelled. "Try it!" "I didn't mean that as you full well know. I don't think I can hold out much longer." "Sure you can," Aoi said, "You once held out a whole day and night." "Not like this," Sole said. "You had me as your ...victim," Aoi smiled. More guys died in between each comment. "This is it," Sole said as ten muscle men, the largest he ever saw surrounded him. Pare was also surrounded by ten and so was Aoi. Roj found his swords knocked from his hands and five boys, smaller but determined moved as him. "TRIO!" Roj yelled... "It was nice knowing ya!" The muscle men rushed Trio and Roj...who held up their weapons to meet them. The sounds of battle, dying boys, clanging swords, yells of dying and wounded men and youth, victorious yelps of combatants who got in lucky shots, filled the air. Dust rose up and no one could see if Roj and Trio were dead! Please readers Nifty needs YOUR donations to provide these wonderful stories. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html tried to get up, his knees bending as he made the effort to stand. His back left the ground but the sword found it through him., "Tight abs don't stop my sword! It's gonna take a long time to die with my cold steel in your hot belly!" Sole removed one sword and held the other. He held the sword out as another of the muscle men ran at him and he impaled that man right away. He jerked it out and the man fell crumpling in two, back falling backward, legs buckling. The dying blond saw this and laughed, shaking. Then he felt more pain. Sole cut both swords across the man again and again and then leveled both perpendicular to the man's navel and the man tried to get up again and even looked at Sole's handiwork each time, his head backing up and then recoiling to stare as the cuts being made. Sole slapped the man's hand away with his back hand as he jabbed one last time, both swords in the man's navel. The other sword was removed right away, this time the opposite side had a muscle man attacking. Sole cut him directly in the belly button and through and pulled out. He twisted so that the blond would jerk to his death and cum shot from the man's slit and landed on Sole's own majestic and worked out on abs, dropping all over his lower regions and gracing his own navel with white boy milk. Sole smiled and was very satisfied. "There's nothing better than this, man! You die with honor and great feelings!" "I...you...bastard...I thank you." The blond huffed to his death less slowly now., Before he expired, Sole snarled, "Whether you do or not, you die, I live." He moved on to kill more. Soon, Aoi and Sole on one side, Pare not far from them but on the other and Roj a bit ahead of them, found themselves outnumbered and facing more and more muscle men. And even though they continued to slay, they were tiring and the muscle men were fresher. Sole lost both swords buried in the navels of two of the largest muscle men he ever saw but he kicked one in the balls and took his spear and it had two points on each end. He rammed one end in one guy and the other end in another guy and twirled them around into more oncoming men and that jabbed more and more navel areas and navels. He flung them off and spun the spear into the crowds and took out more and more. Pare used his boot knives to kick many from above as he leapt into the air, snarling. Landing he used two long knives to allow the men to get as close to him as they could and he took out their navels, their legs, anything he could reach. When some fell and struggled with leg wounds, Pare quickly followed them down with knife hits to their navels and made them squirm before they would produce sperm from said hits. Some men came at him with long swords and thought they would hit him before he had a chance with the knives. Pare leapt into the air, landed on two men's long swords, making the swords go down to the ground. As he did this, the men realized the boy, even though light, had his weight on their swords and looking up, also realized the boy had the knives at their throats, which was quickly slashed. As they grabbed for their own slit necks, Pare cut their chests too and moved to a round house kick off their swords and into four more muscle men behind them. The four behind them were more unlucky: Pare landed and in rapid succession knifed all their stomachs, not even enjoying the grunts that echoed from them...well, not much. He heard the grunts mix with the dying sounds of other dying victims of Trio and Roj but there were so many sounds like this throughout this battle, for him they became common place. His dick was at maximum power now and ready to burst again but he had more men and boys to slay and he did it. Aoi cut down more men then he ever had before and more in such a short time than he remembered. He wondered if his penis could take the extended time of being so engorged and turned on. He decided as he felt so good slaying more and more muscle men, skinny boys, and all types in between, that it could and he could and would enjoy it all. His dick cam many times and so many that he didn't notice how many as well as feeling a constant state of arousal and burning sex spitting from his dick slit, that he just finally thought this was his constant state until he died...which he thought would be any moment now. "As good as we are, guys, I don't think even we can slay this many and not get tired." Sole nodded as he got another guy. That guy yelled, "Look at what you gone done to my bellly buddon!" Sole gasped, "I think you're right, I'm tiring. We are after all just human!" Pare heard this over the din of yelling victory cries from the muscle men that soon turned to victim yells as they were stuck in the navel and other areas. "Speak for yourself. I can last...." a sword hit the top of his shoulder giving him a slight wound. "Then again....last for another six or seven hours, then I think I've had it..." Sole smiled as he stuck a sword into a smaller boy and then a larger man on the other side. These were replaced by a larger man behind the smaller dying boy and on the other side, a smaller boy behind the larger man. He killed all of them quickly. "You do tend to over exaggerate, don't you?" Pare kicked his boot knives into two running brothers, who had psyched themselves up and pumped themselves up by giving themselves mantras and slogans such as "We gonna be the ones to bring down Trio" and "Trio aint' nun-thing to our swords" and stuff like that. They went down with Pare's boot knives in their bellies. He landed on them and removed his boots and slit their bellies for good measure before fighting more. His knives were hit by swords and they flew from his hands. "Pare!" Sole gasped. "Not..." Pare twisted the arm of a man on Pare's right side and who held a sword and the sword went into the belly of a comrade who tried to come against Pare's left side. The man's momentum made his sword drive into and out of his comrade's belly and out the back. "...To...." Pare grabbed the sword from the man and took the dying comrade's sword, too. "Worry..." He drove the sword from the dying man into the one who he made stab his comrade. Both gasped and cursed Pare and fell in a heap. Their heads faced each other and they tried to reach out to each other. They made their hands clasp each other but Pare, without realizing it, stepped on their clasped hands to kill more men and boys. Aoi saw that, "Think you just ruined a Kodak moment." As they conversed, they slew two men each during each comment. "I'm too young to get that reference." Some boy screamed. Another said, "Take it like a man," before getting it in his belly button and screaming louder than the first. "You 're just a year younger than I." The crunching sound of meat getting stabbed and followed quickly by someone's release of air from belly. Followed by the sound of a belly unstuck, a kind of slurping, shooshing sound, all liquidy and solidy at the same time. Meat falling to ground. "Than I? You taking English classes again?" An enemy, not quite muscle boy, saying, "I can take it," and clearly he could not as he went down. He got stabbed on all fours too, right in his belly button from above. "Taking out the upper class maybe?" He took out four guys at once. All fell fast. "Dating?" "Shut up with the bad puns." "They just don't stop cumming!" Sole yelled. "Well, stop stabbin them in their navel, maybe they won't find it so sexual being stabbed somewhere else." Aoi suggested. "Where's the fun in that?" Pare yelled. "Try it!" "I didn't mean that as you full well know. I don't think I can hold out much longer." "Sure you can," Aoi said, "You once held out a whole day and night." "Not like this," Sole said. "You had me as your ...victim," Aoi smiled. More guys died in between each comment. "This is it," Sole said as ten muscle men, the largest he ever saw surrounded him. Pare was also surrounded by ten and so was Aoi. Roj found his swords knocked from his hands and five boys, smaller but determined moved as him. "TRIO!" Roj yelled... "It was nice knowing ya!" The muscle men rushed Trio and Roj...who held up their weapons to meet them. The sounds of battle, dying boys, clanging swords, yells of dying and wounded men and youth, victorious yelps of combatants who got in lucky shots, filled the air. Dust rose up and no one could see if Roj and Trio were dead! Please readers Nifty needs YOUR donations to provide these wonderful stories. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html TRIO 127 Three muscle men, all looking alike, triplets faced Sole. Sole was killing a bunch of men, all of whom fell at his feet. He stepped on their bodies to get over to a new bunch. Most of them backed off. Sole swung his swords around, "Oh man, you guys are such cowards. You die as such or not..." He saw the three muscle men come to him. "You three, you look like you're a match..." "We'll put out your fire, soon enough, welp," the first one, Non, stepped forward. "Ahh, the triplets of terror, aye?" Sole smiled. The second one, Nec, smiled, "Swords? I was hoping to see some of your famous spear action?" Sole nodded and threw one of his swords into a youth trying to sneak up behind him. The youth fell letting out a yell. The third, Nam, tossed a spear to Sole, who caught it in one hand. He threw his other sword into another warrior, who was behind Nam, all proud and waiting, eager to see Sole die beneath these muscle man swords and spears. Nam glanced behind him briefly, raised an eyebrow and cooly turned back to Sole. Sole picked up another spear and faced them, "Ready or not, dumb fucks, here I come." "To your death!" Non ran at him with two spears. Sole sidestepped Non, hit him with the shaft of the spear and thrust it at the belly of the one called Nec who also ran at him at the same time. Nec jumped back, getting in the way of Nam and they bumped into each other. Sole stabbed Non in the stomach but Non jumped back to only make it a flesh wound, just above his navel. Non gasped, looking down as himself, "You're as good as they say!" Sole squatted, "No. I'm better!" He stood to his full height, which while tall, was not as tall as the triplets, who were also almost bald but blond with crew cuts. The triplets also were completely naked and dripping from penis. Nam thrust a spear at Sole's belly, "Cocky bastard!" "Only when I have to be," Sole said, "And from experience...I've killed millions so..." He hit Nam over the back and Nam fell forward. Sole then raised both spears up to a single point as Nec ran at him again. Nec took the entire thrust of both spears into his navel, his brother leaning down and recovering between him and Sole. As Nam stood up, his broad, muscled back hit the two spears, dragging the spears up the navel to a hard ridge but not coming out of the navel...ripping the flesh under the ridge and extending the ridge higher up. "You'll be among plenty of company, Nec. I'd love to neck with you, Nec but as you can see I still have your two bros to conquer in their navel holes so DIE!" Sole stuck them in deeper but had to pull them out as Nam turned to his brother and then turned back to him. Nam had two swords now. He cut one spear in half, the point half remained in his brother, the other half was what Sole pulled out. Sole looked at it and nodded, "Ah well, still got another." "Another spear?" "No, I meant you. You still got another brother." Sole smacked the half spear into Nam's face and he fell sideways, trying to rip at Sole with the sword in his left hand and only managing to nick Sole's side just above his hip. "Oh man, I wanted Nec to nick me but seeing as Nec is slowly driving his dick into the ground to bear his own death pain....I'll take it from you, Nam!" Non raced at Sole from behind. Sole jumped up and landed on Non's back and smacked the half spear into the man's skull and rolled sideways. He rolled off Non and then poked the one spear he had left up and took it through Nam's hard belly. And it went out Nam's back. Nam gasped and folded. Sole let the spear go and Nam fell back, holding it with both hands. He landed on his knees, his back over the feet, the spear dangling out the back, headed for the ground. Sole used the recovering Non to put both hands on Non's head and pole vault himself at the spear. He let go of Non's head and put both hands on the spear in Nam and drives it through Nam as far it will go into the ground behind him. Nam gasped and his dick rocketed off. Dying on the ground, Nec crawled to his brother and embraced him and they cam together, dicks mingling in a sticky pile, like a stepped on spider or insect. Sole shrugged, "Brotherly love. Makes me wanna see my psycho bro, bro." Standing up and watching his dying brothers, Non held his head and put a spear in one hand and a sword in the other. "I may die like the brothers I loved but I won't cower back like these cowards..." he pointed his weapons at the crowd behind him. Who backed up. Then he put the weapons in Sole's direction. "I respect that," Sole said and rushed at him, quickly knocking his sword and spear down, "But the result..." Non looked shocked and looked at his empty hands, his eyes wide and unbelieving. "...will be the same." Non had a long pointed spear plunged into his navel. He stood his ground. "I...did...not believe...how gaaaaa...good...you baaaaa....you were rumored...to beeeeekkkk!" "Yeah, well, I say if you hafta die in battle, you might as well die in battle like you just did instead of like these cowards..." Sole smiled, moving in closer and as he did, driving the spear into Non some more. "I'll give you this, it takes a lot to stick this in ya more, you got such hard rock abs and even your navel is tough." "Thanks., Cumming! Cumming from you, it means a lottaaaaa!" "Yea, just die now, dude. Join your brothers." "Do me a favor Sole of Trio." "Yeah, slow or fast?" "Don't care, either way you want." "Then what?" "Slay all these cowards watching me die and doin nothing." "I shall!" Sole half smirked, "But you first..." He twisted the spear in the navel and jerked in up to his own fist. As he did so, one brave warrior boy, shorter than Sole, came up to him and tried to cleave him in half with an axe. Sole jerked the spear out, kicked the warrior in the knee and rammed the spear into his navel, too. "You're brave as well." Behind Sole, a skinny older man tried to raise his sword over Sole's shoulder to cut him but Sole back kicked him, turned, removing the spear from the warrior in front, who fell immediately, huffing, and jabbed that man in the navel, too. "You are not!" He rammed the spear in and let go with both hands. This gave the cowards some time to either rush Sole, who was weaponless or flee. The group split, some doing one, some doing the other. Sole uphanded the jaw of a hot black warrior muscleman and got down low, in order to pull out the man's second sword and removed the first sword from the man's hand. He then cleaved an X across the man's belly with the navel in the cross hairs. "X marks the spot!" The man's large bulb outtie navel was already cut into four neat, almost symmetrical quarters with two flat sides and one curved. The man went wide eyed with the pain and Sole wasn't sure if the black man was staring in shock at what was about to happen or staring at nothing, trying to bare the pain. Sole put it out of his mind as he smiled at the man, shook his head in a positive manner, and rammed one sword directly into the man's navel. "Die boy!" The "boy" was an older black man, in his late 20s maybe. He took the navel hit and bore it and looked proud that he did. To Sole's right, another of the former cowards, held two knives at Sole's side and Sole felt the actual point jab at his hip but Sole moved aside, ripping the black man's navel from his body through the black man's own hip and he kicked the knife wielder, a gaunt man who was not unattractive, dark and sinewy but a bit too skinny for Sole's taste. Sole cleaved the man's leg and then followed him down with two swords to his navel as he lay on the ground hurt. Sole then ran at the mass of cowards fleeing and cut them down from behind, "Cowards can die with their backs stabbed." Some he cut in two with one swing and others he jumped at and jabbed into their backs. One jumped on his back and Sole knew this was a good move; dangerous for him. The man was light in weight and fair in skin color and hair. He had one green eye and one blue. While the black man ground his dick into the ground, he arched up to watch, hoping Sole would take a hit to that marvelous outtie/ innie that he possessed. The black stud then focused on his own dying and rubbed his hands into his navel, further separating and enjoying the feeling of his own four quarter ripped navel. The parts came away from each other with impunity and he felt the pain build to a rapid crescendo until his large bulge exploded against his tight, body builder belly, lower and upper splashing where his navel used to be one long stalk but now a separated mess. The white on his very black body made great contrasts. He jerked and his anus came up and one coward put his dick into the man's anus and got off on it, jerking. Aoi, close by, now, stabbed that muscle redhead through the back and out his navel. The man, his dick feeling burning in the black man's tight anal canal, looked down just as he cam in the black man and saw the sword exiting his navel, which was partially smushed out on the sword blade. He gasped and cam at the same time and second later his dick exploded again and again. He jerked as Aoi jerked the sword and it didn't come out right away. Aoi gasped, "FUCK!" "I ...already ...did," the red head winced, "N' you stabbed me in me back for it." Aoi pulled the sword out, "I wasn't talkin to ya, die red! DIE!" Aoi swerved his swords all around, cutting down more muscle men, taking out their chests. Another row behind them got their bellies cleaved so that a long line of red showed up as their belly meat was completely taken out. Aoi smiled as he noticed a long line of dicks jerking up and cumming at the same time. "Nice show!" Sole had the blond on his back and so he flipped, feeling the man's cold steel start to hit his upper chest on both sides. Sole flipped and the man came with him but he lost his knife advantage as he hands moved forward to instinctively land. Sole got out from under him fast and saw him on his belly so he kicked him over and drove both swords down on his tight, very hot, muscled ten pack. "RIGHT IN THE NAVEL!" The blond kicked upward but then tried to get up, his knees bending as he made the effort to stand. His back left the ground but the sword found it through him., "Tight abs don't stop my sword! It's gonna take a long time to die with my cold steel in your hot belly!" Sole removed one sword and held the other. He held the sword out as another of the muscle men ran at him and he impaled that man right away. He jerked it out and the man fell crumpling in two, back falling backward, legs buckling. The dying blond saw this and laughed, shaking. Then he felt more pain. Sole cut both swords across the man again and again and then leveled both perpendicular to the man's navel and the man tried to get up again and even looked at Sole's handiwork each time, his head backing up and then recoiling to stare as the cuts being made. Sole slapped the man's hand away with his back hand as he jabbed one last time, both swords in the man's navel. The other sword was removed right away, this time the opposite side had a muscle man attacking. Sole cut him directly in the belly button and through and pulled out. He twisted so that the blond would jerk to his death and cum shot from the man's slit and landed on Sole's own majestic and worked out on abs, dropping all over his lower regions and gracing his own navel with white boy milk. Sole smiled and was very satisfied. "There's nothing better than this, man! You die with honor and great feelings!" "I...you...bastard...I thank you." The blond huffed to his death less slowly now., Before he expired, Sole snarled, "Whether you do or not, you die, I live." He moved on to kill more. Soon, Aoi and Sole on one side, Pare not far from them but on the other and Roj a bit ahead of them, found themselves outnumbered and facing more and more muscle men. And even though they continued to slay, they were tiring and the muscle men were fresher. Sole lost both swords buried in the navels of two of the largest muscle men he ever saw but he kicked one in the balls and took his spear and it had two points on each end. He rammed one end in one guy and the other end in another guy and twirled them around into more oncoming men and that jabbed more and more navel areas and navels. He flung them off and spun the spear into the crowds and took out more and more. Pare used his boot knives to kick many from above as he leapt into the air, snarling. Landing he used two long knives to allow the men to get as close to him as they could and he took out their navels, their legs, anything he could reach. When some fell and struggled with leg wounds, Pare quickly followed them down with knife hits to their navels and made them squirm before they would produce sperm from said hits. Some men came at him with long swords and thought they would hit him before he had a chance with the knives. Pare leapt into the air, landed on two men's long swords, making the swords go down to the ground. As he did this, the men realized the boy, even though light, had his weight on their swords and looking up, also realized the boy had the knives at their throats, which was quickly slashed. As they grabbed for their own slit necks, Pare cut their chests too and moved to a round house kick off their swords and into four more muscle men behind them. The four behind them were more unlucky: Pare landed and in rapid succession knifed all their stomachs, not even enjoying the grunts that echoed from them...well, not much. He heard the grunts mix with the dying sounds of other dying victims of Trio and Roj but there were so many sounds like this throughout this battle, for him they became common place. His dick was at maximum power now and ready to burst again but he had more men and boys to slay and he did it. Aoi cut down more men then he ever had before and more in such a short time than he remembered. He wondered if his penis could take the extended time of being so engorged and turned on. He decided as he felt so good slaying more and more muscle men, skinny boys, and all types in between, that it could and he could and would enjoy it all. His dick cam many times and so many that he didn't notice how many as well as feeling a constant state of arousal and burning sex spitting from his dick slit, that he just finally thought this was his constant state until he died...which he thought would be any moment now. "As good as we are, guys, I don't think even we can slay this many and not get tired." Sole nodded as he got another guy. That guy yelled, "Look at what you gone done to my bellly buddon!" Sole gasped, "I think you're right, I'm tiring. We are after all just human!" Pare heard this over the din of yelling victory cries from the muscle men that soon turned to victim yells as they were stuck in the navel and other areas. "Speak for yourself. I can last...." a sword hit the top of his shoulder giving him a slight wound. "Then again....last for another six or seven hours, then I think I've had it..." Sole smiled as he stuck a sword into a smaller boy and then a larger man on the other side. These were replaced by a larger man behind the smaller dying boy and on the other side, a smaller boy behind the larger man. He killed all of them quickly. "You do tend to over exaggerate, don't you?" Pare kicked his boot knives into two running brothers, who had psyched themselves up and pumped themselves up by giving themselves mantras and slogans such as "We gonna be the ones to bring down Trio" and "Trio aint' nun-thing to our swords" and stuff like that. They went down with Pare's boot knives in their bellies. He landed on them and removed his boots and slit their bellies for good measure before fighting more. His knives were hit by swords and they flew from his hands. "Pare!" Sole gasped. "Not..." Pare twisted the arm of a man on Pare's right side and who held a sword and the sword went into the belly of a comrade who tried to come against Pare's left side. The man's momentum made his sword drive into and out of his comrade's belly and out the back. "...To...." Pare grabbed the sword from the man and took the dying comrade's sword, too. "Worry..." He drove the sword from the dying man into the one who he made stab his comrade. Both gasped and cursed Pare and fell in a heap. Their heads faced each other and they tried to reach out to each other. They made their hands clasp each other but Pare, without realizing it, stepped on their clasped hands to kill more men and boys. Aoi saw that, "Think you just ruined a Kodak moment." As they conversed, they slew two men each during each comment. "I'm too young to get that reference." Some boy screamed. Another said, "Take it like a man," before getting it in his belly button and screaming louder than the first. "You 're just a year younger than I." The crunching sound of meat getting stabbed and followed quickly by someone's release of air from belly. Followed by the sound of a belly unstuck, a kind of slurping, shooshing sound, all liquidy and solidy at the same time. Meat falling to ground. "Than I? You taking English classes again?" An enemy, not quite muscle boy, saying, "I can take it," and clearly he could not as he went down. He got stabbed on all fours too, right in his belly button from above. "Taking out the upper class maybe?" He took out four guys at once. All fell fast. "Dating?" "Shut up with the bad puns." "They just don't stop cumming!" Sole yelled. "Well, stop stabbin them in their navel, maybe they won't find it so sexual being stabbed somewhere else." Aoi suggested. "Where's the fun in that?" Pare yelled. "Try it!" "I didn't mean that as you full well know. I don't think I can hold out much longer." "Sure you can," Aoi said, "You once held out a whole day and night." "Not like this," Sole said. "You had me as your ...victim," Aoi smiled. More guys died in between each comment. "This is it," Sole said as ten muscle men, the largest he ever saw surrounded him. Pare was also surrounded by ten and so was Aoi. Roj found his swords knocked from his hands and five boys, smaller but determined moved as him. "TRIO!" Roj yelled... "It was nice knowing ya!" The muscle men rushed Trio and Roj...who held up their weapons to meet them. The sounds of battle, dying boys, clanging swords, yells of dying and wounded men and youth, victorious yelps of combatants who got in lucky shots, filled the air. Dust rose up and no one could see if Roj and Trio were dead! Please readers Nifty needs YOUR donations to provide these wonderful stories. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html tried to get up, his knees bending as he made the effort to stand. His back left the ground but the sword found it through him., "Tight abs don't stop my sword! It's gonna take a long time to die with my cold steel in your hot belly!" Sole removed one sword and held the other. He held the sword out as another of the muscle men ran at him and he impaled that man right away. He jerked it out and the man fell crumpling in two, back falling backward, legs buckling. The dying blond saw this and laughed, shaking. Then he felt more pain. Sole cut both swords across the man again and again and then leveled both perpendicular to the man's navel and the man tried to get up again and even looked at Sole's handiwork each time, his head backing up and then recoiling to stare as the cuts being made. Sole slapped the man's hand away with his back hand as he jabbed one last time, both swords in the man's navel. The other sword was removed right away, this time the opposite side had a muscle man attacking. Sole cut him directly in the belly button and through and pulled out. He twisted so that the blond would jerk to his death and cum shot from the man's slit and landed on Sole's own majestic and worked out on abs, dropping all over his lower regions and gracing his own navel with white boy milk. Sole smiled and was very satisfied. "There's nothing better than this, man! You die with honor and great feelings!" "I...you...bastard...I thank you." The blond huffed to his death less slowly now., Before he expired, Sole snarled, "Whether you do or not, you die, I live." He moved on to kill more. Soon, Aoi and Sole on one side, Pare not far from them but on the other and Roj a bit ahead of them, found themselves outnumbered and facing more and more muscle men. And even though they continued to slay, they were tiring and the muscle men were fresher. Sole lost both swords buried in the navels of two of the largest muscle men he ever saw but he kicked one in the balls and took his spear and it had two points on each end. He rammed one end in one guy and the other end in another guy and twirled them around into more oncoming men and that jabbed more and more navel areas and navels. He flung them off and spun the spear into the crowds and took out more and more. Pare used his boot knives to kick many from above as he leapt into the air, snarling. Landing he used two long knives to allow the men to get as close to him as they could and he took out their navels, their legs, anything he could reach. When some fell and struggled with leg wounds, Pare quickly followed them down with knife hits to their navels and made them squirm before they would produce sperm from said hits. Some men came at him with long swords and thought they would hit him before he had a chance with the knives. Pare leapt into the air, landed on two men's long swords, making the swords go down to the ground. As he did this, the men realized the boy, even though light, had his weight on their swords and looking up, also realized the boy had the knives at their throats, which was quickly slashed. As they grabbed for their own slit necks, Pare cut their chests too and moved to a round house kick off their swords and into four more muscle men behind them. The four behind them were more unlucky: Pare landed and in rapid succession knifed all their stomachs, not even enjoying the grunts that echoed from them...well, not much. He heard the grunts mix with the dying sounds of other dying victims of Trio and Roj but there were so many sounds like this throughout this battle, for him they became common place. His dick was at maximum power now and ready to burst again but he had more men and boys to slay and he did it. Aoi cut down more men then he ever had before and more in such a short time than he remembered. He wondered if his penis could take the extended time of being so engorged and turned on. He decided as he felt so good slaying more and more muscle men, skinny boys, and all types in between, that it could and he could and would enjoy it all. His dick cam many times and so many that he didn't notice how many as well as feeling a constant state of arousal and burning sex spitting from his dick slit, that he just finally thought this was his constant state until he died...which he thought would be any moment now. "As good as we are, guys, I don't think even we can slay this many and not get tired." Sole nodded as he got another guy. That guy yelled, "Look at what you gone done to my bellly buddon!" Sole gasped, "I think you're right, I'm tiring. We are after all just human!" Pare heard this over the din of yelling victory cries from the muscle men that soon turned to victim yells as they were stuck in the navel and other areas. "Speak for yourself. I can last...." a sword hit the top of his shoulder giving him a slight wound. "Then again....last for another six or seven hours, then I think I've had it..." Sole smiled as he stuck a sword into a smaller boy and then a larger man on the other side. These were replaced by a larger man behind the smaller dying boy and on the other side, a smaller boy behind the larger man. He killed all of them quickly. "You do tend to over exaggerate, don't you?" Pare kicked his boot knives into two running brothers, who had psyched themselves up and pumped themselves up by giving themselves mantras and slogans such as "We gonna be the ones to bring down Trio" and "Trio aint' nun-thing to our swords" and stuff like that. They went down with Pare's boot knives in their bellies. He landed on them and removed his boots and slit their bellies for good measure before fighting more. His knives were hit by swords and they flew from his hands. "Pare!" Sole gasped. "Not..." Pare twisted the arm of a man on Pare's right side and who held a sword and the sword went into the belly of a comrade who tried to come against Pare's left side. The man's momentum made his sword drive into and out of his comrade's belly and out the back. "...To...." Pare grabbed the sword from the man and took the dying comrade's sword, too. "Worry..." He drove the sword from the dying man into the one who he made stab his comrade. Both gasped and cursed Pare and fell in a heap. Their heads faced each other and they tried to reach out to each other. They made their hands clasp each other but Pare, without realizing it, stepped on their clasped hands to kill more men and boys. Aoi saw that, "Think you just ruined a Kodak moment." As they conversed, they slew two men each during each comment. "I'm too young to get that reference." Some boy screamed. Another said, "Take it like a man," before getting it in his belly button and screaming louder than the first. "You 're just a year younger than I." The crunching sound of meat getting stabbed and followed quickly by someone's release of air from belly. Followed by the sound of a belly unstuck, a kind of slurping, shooshing sound, all liquidy and solidy at the same time. Meat falling to ground. "Than I? You taking English classes again?" An enemy, not quite muscle boy, saying, "I can take it," and clearly he could not as he went down. He got stabbed on all fours too, right in his belly button from above. "Taking out the upper class maybe?" He took out four guys at once. All fell fast. "Dating?" "Shut up with the bad puns." "They just don't stop cumming!" Sole yelled. "Well, stop stabbin them in their navel, maybe they won't find it so sexual being stabbed somewhere else." Aoi suggested. "Where's the fun in that?" Pare yelled. "Try it!" "I didn't mean that as you full well know. I don't think I can hold out much longer." "Sure you can," Aoi said, "You once held out a whole day and night." "Not like this," Sole said. "You had me as your ...victim," Aoi smiled. More guys died in between each comment. "This is it," Sole said as ten muscle men, the largest he ever saw surrounded him. Pare was also surrounded by ten and so was Aoi. Roj found his swords knocked from his hands and five boys, smaller but determined moved as him. "TRIO!" Roj yelled... "It was nice knowing ya!" The muscle men rushed Trio and Roj...who held up their weapons to meet them. The sounds of battle, dying boys, clanging swords, yells of dying and wounded men and youth, victorious yelps of combatants who got in lucky shots, filled the air. Dust rose up and no one could see if Roj and Trio were dead! Please readers Nifty needs YOUR donations to provide these wonderful stories. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Trio says, "DO IT NOW!"