Date: Mon, 5 Nov 2012 21:49:04 -0500 (EST) From: J Subject: TRIO 128 Please readers Nifty needs YOUR donations to provide these wonderful stories. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Trio says, "DO IT NOW!" Trio is high fantasy, science fiction, action, fight scenes with little or no blood but lots of stabbing in the navel fetish male to male sex and violence. Don't like? Don't read! TRIO 128 A tanned man of muscle, Barka, men and boys were killing his men and boys. His men and boys were also killing many of the other side. Naked men and boys were killing naked men and boys. In various other states of undress, warriors were attacking and killing other warriors on both sides. In various positions: laying down on top of each other, two knife boys stuck each other in the navels and slowly died in that position. Another similar battle ended with the kid on the bottom sticking the kid on the top in his navel. Yet another ended with the guy on top stabbing the guy on the bottom in his navel. Sword against sword. Sword against spear. Sword against knife. Knife against spear. No matter the size of the combatant or the weapon, the outcome was not to be totally predicted. Sometimes, it ended the way you would think. A kid with a small knife found that he could not outrun another kid or man's spear length and found a long spear embedded directly into...and shockingly to the kid sometimes, despite the knowing he would die from this, into his navel. Pressing on from there, the victor would take his win in joy. Other times, the kid or man with the knife would find a way to get that knife stuck into the spear holder's belly, sometimes from the side or from ducking down or jumping up. Other times, a sword could take out a spear man or boy's belly. Bodies flopped all over, stuck by pointy weapons in the navels. Barka was a realist and lived in Violenza a long enough time to realize that not everyone on his side was going to make it out of this fight. This was the hugest fight he's ever seen and he was not sure that even Trio would make it out alive of this one. One thing he was sure of: all of his one hundred men were strongly outnumbered and that they would all die. He thought to himself, "Well, that's life in this land. So be it. But I'll be okay. I'll make it out of this. I can survive it. I'm sure I can cut my way out of this." As if to prove him wrong, he felt a numb feeling against his navel nub in. Then, he stopped waving his sword against the large hairless muscle man he was up against. He looked down. The man's sword point was buried in his navel. He felt a slight stab of pain but the rush of pain hadn't started yet but he knew it would follow. "Shit," he said, "Guess I won't. FUaaaaa!" "Those the best kind. When you're not expectin it and suddenly in a flash there be a point knifing through you...a sword held by a bulging arm attached to a very hot muscle man! I...I die..." The bulging muscle man, his own size, the man who stuck him had a blond crewcut and looked almost completely bald anyway but wasn't. "Pride cometh before a fall...and ye shall fall." "You...you're gorgeous..." "So are you. You're very hot ...but that won't help you." The man looked at him, "You fought well. But I fought better." "Do what you want with me." "It is my right. I won. I will. Not much time in this battle. I have to..." the man gave a smirk and swished his sword point around a bit and caused Barka some pain. Barka gasped but stood more upright, arching his back, making his shoulder blades come down and sticking his chest up...his stomach in. "Too bad it was not different for us. You're hot...." "You are too." The man felt the vibrations of strong man echo from his sword point or more accurately from the man's belly muscle meat down to his hand and to his arm. "If it had been different we could have been lovers." "We can still be. I can fuck your dead body. Or I can fuck you as you die." Barka smiled, "I'd do that to you if I were the victor ...as you are." "I'd like that." Barker tried to move his washboard stomach in and back a bit, bending slightly now, knowing it would only give him a few seconds more of life... "...as I like THIS..." The man shoved the sword point in some more and it bit hard stomach muscle through the navel. It broke the navel wall and ploughed deeper. Barka gasped and almost doubled over. He puffed his chest out and hardened his stomach muscles. "OHHHhhh! That feels so much better than I fucking thought it would. So fucking better. Fucking gooodaaahhhh!" The man twisted the sword. "Do what you will to me." "I don't need your permission. I'd do it if you gave it or not!" The man smirked again and shoved the sword in up to the hilt. Barka gasped and doubled over the sword. His chest almost hit the sword but the man dropped his smile, "Oh no you don't. I want you to last a bit longer! HAAA!" He jerked the sword out and Barka almost came with the sword. He jerked upward and his head went back, his stomach now propped up and his dick erect, popped out of the slim loin cloth at the top. It was wet. Barka looked down at his own belly button, butchered as it was, "Go for it...tahhhh!" "HAAA! Take that!" The man shoved the sword in again. Another warrior, a much younger boy, joined the man side by side and smiled. The boy had jet black hair over his ears and semi long in back, large, hazel eyes, and wore a thong. He was shorter and more muscled than one would expect a kid to be but not as muscled as either Barka or his slayer. "Can I git me some of dis?" "Be my guest, young warrior!" The kid shoved a smaller sword into Barka's stomach sideways, making sure the point arrowed into the navel sideways. Barka felt the short sword grind against the longer, thicker sword and his meat in between was just stabbed. The intense burning points of both swords bit into him and leveled electric sparks within. He huffed and jerked. His dick spat a load of white blobs out. The culmination of the intense burning shot from points to his loins, along his under belly and to his dick shaft start, down his vein and around it as his dick throbbed. This elongated and thickened to a throbbing intensity before splitting the dickshaft of its own power and emitting the vibrating almost alive and separate from himself CUM! It rocketed out of him as if it could not be held back. "Damn! THAT'S GOODAAAHHH!" The kid had Barka cum dripping down his chin, his square pegs of nipples, his chest, and long lines along his upper belly that led down to his navel. "Feel that good, fucker! I love me this shit! Die, pretty man!" Barker eyed the kid and saw at the kid's hairless body's side, his hip, a knife. Barka immediately grabbed it up by the hilt and drove it deep into the kid who had his knife in him via right hand and his left hand holding Barka's right side. "I'll take you with me, pretty boy!" The kid yelped. Barka and the kid fell in a heap. The kid gasped, "NO NO NO NO NO" over and over as he saw twelve comrades over them all sticking various pointed weapons down at them jabbing all over both bodies. On his back, he felt a spear point go up his lower leg to his upper leg and thigh, STICKING IN there and he yelped in between his "NO"s! One other spear went to his other thigh and rammed in the soft meat there. Another was not satisfied by thigh and rose up, scratching, to the navel and found a thick ridge and in...throbbing into the navel and finding good meat there and out the kid's back. Barka's muscled back was jabbed through and the kid underneath took the spear into his chest and then it was moved down Barka's back and as Barka tried to push off the kid, almost like a push up exercise, the kid looked between them and saw this spear going out Barka's navel and into his own, which already housed a spear. Then the sword points riddled Barka's back and the kid's belly. Five swords followed the first five. Burning pain filled both bodies and they came together, their dicks unraveling and mixing in a cum soup. They heaved their bodies. The killers over them were awed by the spectacle. Their bedazzled gasps of amazement filled the air, slightly overpowering the momentary sounds of death cries, sword clanging, spears finding fleshy targets, and victory yelps. The dust cleared and forty men were on the ground, dying slowly, around Roj, Sole, Aoi, and Pare. "Barka's men, they intervened at exactly the right moment!" Sole gasped. "And it cost them," Aoi nodded, "They're all dead." "Are you sure?" Roj asked, "All?" "Looks like it," Pare glanced, "They faced over a thousand men. There were only 100 of them!" And wrestling warriors with Barka's men littered the field. Men wrapped arms around other men in death hugs, bellies pierced. Barka's body danced with the kid under him even after they were both dead. Men ran by and speared him in the back and the kid in the belly as they did. All were heading for Trio and Roj... "Back where we started," Pare said, "us against all." "I'll save ya," Roj held his sword up. "I love this kid," Sole laughed, "How old are you?" "Not that much younger than you, Sole and the same age Pare was when he started out as a warrior in this land." "I love em, too," Pare laughed. "Are you ready to die?" "Yeah," Roj smiled, "Ready...and to strike many down before I do and as I do." "And with that comment, he's even won my admiration," Aoi smiled. Roj shook his head and whole body, "That makes this all worth it." "Sarcasm?" "At you, Aoi? At Trio? Me? Never." Roj said but his tone indicated to Trio that they should be unsure as to his veracity of that statement, "I have the utmost respect for all you three do and have done...helping those who needed it, saving the unprotected." "Yeah, there's that," Pare nodded, "But mostly we do it cause..." "We like slaying guys in their belly buttons," Aoi finished. "And..." Sole added, "We like the idea of us constantly at risk of getting our own navel's jabbed on through by others' weapons..." "So here they come even though Barka's men took out a large section of them from behind," Roj started. "And saved our asses as the cost of his and their own lives..." Sole noted. "There are many, many more," Roj gasped, overly excited by more battle. But he, and the other three were tired, exhausted, sweating, and overworked. Eko was an Asian of twenty years. He saw a throng of men rounding on the four that were left. He called to his men, "Gekno, get them out of my way." He held two thin Japanese swords. "I will try," Gekno moved to more muscle men and warrior boys. He got a spear in his gut hole and bowed to his knees, buckling over his own legs behind him. "Damn," Eko moved closer. "I'm going to kill Trio." "Hey, Eko, trying to make a name for yourself," a tall, lean man turned, his long brown hair dangling. "Yes, killing Trio," Eko said. "That will do it." "Yes but first you! I have to make a path and you're in my way," he rammed the sword through this tall thin man and the man buckled and tried to defend himself by raising his sword up. Eko did not like that, "You dare!?" He ripped his second sword through the man and shook his head. He had to remember as much as he liked this, he was here to kill Trio. "Die, warrior. Die." He unstuck the man and let him fall and turned to find others around him, "Git outta my way!" He rammed a sword into a smaller blond boy who turned, curious. The boy asked, "HUH?" "Get dead," Eko shoved both swords into the boy's belly button and the boy arched backward, almost falling head back over butt. But the boy arched back and bent down, folding over the swords that slid in him. Eko removed them and kicked the dying body out of the way, the boy yelping like a stuck play toy. Eko moved to the next muscle man who was raising a sword over Pare, who was stabbing another muscle man ahead of him. Eko said, "He's mine!" He jabbed the sword into the muscle man's side and out his navel and twisted. The muscle man shivered and jerked and his dick popped white clouds all over the men in front of him and on Pare's side, too. Pare looked at the cum, "A warrior after my own creams." His own dick was turned on to the max and foamed at the top, threatening to re-erupt at any moment. Two other warriors, not muscled men but muscled teens, came at Pare. Pare jerked back and this set off his next round of cum. The dick flopped upward, the cum flowed freely and hit the teens in the face, eyes, and hair. They laughed but then as their eyes cleared after a wipe, they realized Pare had stabbed them through with his swords. They looked at their own bellies which had swords perpendicular to their navels and through their innards and soon popping out their bare muscled backs. Then, the two looked at each other. They went wide eyed and them a grim smile graced their handsome features. One was Italian/Spanish and the other was Nordic but both were dark and both reached for the other, dropping their weapons. Pare turned the swords in them...unaware Eko was moving closer and closer, dropping all his own comrades and his own men, men and boys he knew and knew some intimately. Without any compunction, as a warrior ran up to Eko and said, "We are almost at Trio. Soon, we shall slay them for you," Eko took his sword and rammed it through this warrior teen. The teen fell. Eko just stepped aside, elbowing the teen away and moved to another and another until he was almost at Trio. Suddenly, Pare was thrown by a hand on his arm...Sole's...who threw him into a group of younger men who were surrounding him. Pare's boot knives caught two men in their sides and they went down, severely wounded. Pare stood and ripped open five more men who all went down, some slowly, some quickly. Eko was facing Sole now but Sole didn't see him. It was an insult to Eko. Sole was using a spear in both hands to jerk into rushing men who came from the front. He also turned to his left side and speared men. Eko was coming from Sole's right side and had two swords pointed at Sole's ribs. Sole did not see him. At the same time, Fey was moving at Aoi who was on the far side to Pare. Fey saw Pare and Aoi and raised his swords to meet them, long straight swords with pointed ends and no other attachments or points, almost giant toothpicks. As Fey moved at them... Trio was oblivious as they busied themselves killing the mass of crowds of young warrior men. One small blond with two swords was not seen... Roj jumped at Eko just as Eko was upon Sole, "Sole! Lookout!" Roj felled Eko with a double kick and both were on the ground. Eko recovered first and was angry. He found a knife and jabbed at Roj's overturned calf muscle but Roj moved it and kicked Eko's chest. Eko gasped but squat jumped to his feet, a knife in one hand and a sword in the other. Roj squat jumped in front of him and tried to drive his two swords into Eko's belly button, "Take that!" Eko jumped back and flipped backward but flipped a second time so that he was closer to face Roj again. Roj waved his swords, "Hey, lick my hot pointy nips, Nip!" "I am Japanese," Eko smiled, "And I take offense to that." "NO offense please, like the thought of sex with you, it makes me sneeze," Roj said, "And then...no really, I want to have sex with you." "Yo shall die and I will grace your slowly dying body with my own manliness," Eko said. "Yo? Who's yo?" Roj said, "I meant no offense. You are hot." "DIE!" Eko ran at him but Roj sidestepped and drove both swords through Eko's tight lean eight packed stomach, directly in the navel. "OHHHHHH! TOUUUUUUOH!" Roj held them in one spot for a short time. He looked at Eko, "Really hot. Really, really hot." Eko gasped, "You won. Ya got me right in my Japanese navel." "I even love the way you talk, really," Roj smiled and got closer, drawing figures with his swords in the navel. "You cut me up good," Eko said, "Never even got to near Trio." "Nonsense," Roj diced Eko's navel area and moved his sword back out and then stuck him again while the other sword remained stiff in the stiffening body of Eko. Eko's penis grew up Roj's leg and hit his hip and felt wet there and slick. Like a slug of pleasure, Eko's dick drew a slime at and over Roj. The cum shot and covered Roj's upper right leg, right hip, and upper abs, including dipping into his lower navel but not overtaking the rest of his oval navel. Eko's slanted slit navel looked like a worm but now invaded by two swords it was changed and cut and gutted. Roj churned the swords out and let Eko go. "Love ya, Asian man." Eko gasped, "Congratulations. But just remember, when you feel another warrior's sword massaging your insides, I'll be there waiting for you." Roj stabbed him with one sword and held the other to meet a rushing young man who got the sword into his navel. "You got me! Right in my navel. The belly button," the new one yelped before being cut out of life. Roj quickly removed his sword from that one and joined it to the one in Eko again. Roj ignored the new one and got in Eko's face and breathed on him, "I'll look forward to that. Wouldn't wanna miss it, yellow hot stuff." Roj twisted the swords out and stabbed two new guys, letting Eko drop and forgetting him. Roj saw Fey now rounding on Aoi and Pare and the two already met his swords with their own. Trouble was that more and more muscle men joined Fey and all were pressing Aoi and Pare hard, all were hard in the dick. Fey saw his chance, stood on a pile of dead and dying muscle men (some still groaning and some moaning from the pain Fey standing on them caused) and jumped over the mass of men. He held two swords aloft: his targets: Aoi and Pare and with Sole soon to follow! Please readers Nifty needs YOUR donations to provide these wonderful stories. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Trio says, "DO IT NOW!" "And saved our asses as the cost of his and their own lives..." Sole noted. "There are many, many more," Roj gasped, overly excited by more battle. But he, and the other three were tired, exhausted, sweating, and overworked. Eko was an Asian of twenty years. He saw a throng of men rounding on the four that were left. He called to his men, "Gekno, get them out of my way." He held two thin Japanese swords. "I will try," Gekno moved to more muscle men and warrior boys. He got a spear in his gut hole and bowed to his knees, buckling over his own legs behind him. "Damn," Eko moved closer. "I'm going to kill Trio." "Hey, Eko, trying to make a name for yourself," a tall, lean man turned, his long brown hair dangling. "Yes, killing Trio," Eko said. "That will do it." "Yes but first you! I have to make a path and you're in my way," he rammed the sword through this tall thin man and the man buckled and tried to defend himself by raising his sword up. Eko did not like that, "You dare!?" He ripped his second sword through the man and shook his head. He had to remember as much as he liked this, he was here to kill Trio. "Die, warrior. Die." He unstuck the man and let him fall and turned to find others around him, "Git outta my way!" He rammed a sword into a smaller blond boy who turned, curious. The boy asked, "HUH?" "Get dead," Eko shoved both swords into the boy's belly button and the boy arched backward, almost falling head back over butt. But the boy arched back and bent down, folding over the swords that slid in him. Eko removed them and kicked the dying body out of the way, the boy yelping like a stuck play toy. Eko moved to the next muscle man who was raising a sword over Pare, who was stabbing another muscle man ahead of him. Eko said, "He's mine!" He jabbed the sword into the muscle man's side and out his navel and twisted. The muscle man shivered and jerked and his dick popped white clouds all over the men in front of him and on Pare's side, too. Pare looked at the cum, "A warrior after my own creams." His own dick was turned on to the max and foamed at the top, threatening to re-erupt at any moment. Two other warriors, not muscled men but muscled teens, came at Pare. Pare jerked back and this set off his next round of cum. The dick flopped upward, the cum flowed freely and hit the teens in the face, eyes, and hair. They laughed but then as their eyes cleared after a wipe, they realized Pare had stabbed them through with his swords. They looked at their own bellies which had swords perpendicular to their navels and through their innards and soon popping out their bare muscled backs. Then, the two looked at each other. They went wide eyed and them a grim smile graced their handsome features. One was Italian/Spanish and the other was Nordic but both were dark and both reached for the other, dropping their weapons. Pare turned the swords in them...unaware Eko was moving closer and closer, dropping all his own comrades and his own men, men and boys he knew and knew some intimately. Without any compunction, as a warrior ran up to Eko and said, "We are almost at Trio. Soon, we shall slay them for you," Eko took his sword and rammed it through this warrior teen. The teen fell. Eko just stepped aside, elbowing the teen away and moved to another and another until he was almost at Trio. Suddenly, Pare was thrown by a hand on his arm...Sole's...who threw him into a group of younger men who were surrounding him. Pare's boot knives caught two men in their sides and they went down, severely wounded. Pare stood and ripped open five more men who all went down, some slowly, some quickly. Eko was facing Sole now but Sole didn't see him. It was an insult to Eko. Sole was using a spear in both hands to jerk into rushing men who came from the front. He also turned to his left side and speared men. Eko was coming from Sole's right side and had two swords pointed at Sole's ribs. Sole did not see him. At the same time, Fey was moving at Aoi who was on the far side to Pare. Fey saw Pare and Aoi and raised his swords to meet them, long straight swords with pointed ends and no other attachments or points, almost giant toothpicks. As Fey moved at them... Trio was oblivious as they busied themselves killing the mass of crowds of young warrior men. One small blond with two swords was not seen... Roj jumped at Eko just as Eko was upon Sole, "Sole! Lookout!" Roj felled Eko with a double kick and both were on the ground. Eko recovered first and was angry. He found a knife and jabbed at Roj's overturned calf muscle but Roj moved it and kicked Eko's chest. Eko gasped but squat jumped to his feet, a knife in one hand and a sword in the other. Roj squat jumped in front of him and tried to drive his two swords into Eko's belly button, "Take that!" Eko jumped back and flipped backward but flipped a second time so that he was closer to face Roj again. Roj waved his swords, "Hey, lick my hot pointy nips, Nip!" "I am Japanese," Eko smiled, "And I take offense to that." "NO offense please, like the thought of sex with you, it makes me sneeze," Roj said, "And then...no really, I want to have sex with you." "Yo shall die and I will grace your slowly dying body with my own manliness," Eko said. "Yo? Who's yo?" Roj said, "I meant no offense. You are hot." "DIE!" Eko ran at him but Roj sidestepped and drove both swords through Eko's tight lean eight packed stomach, directly in the navel. "OHHHHHH! TOUUUUUUOH!" Roj held them in one spot for a short time. He looked at Eko, "Really hot. Really, really hot." Eko gasped, "You won. Ya got me right in my Japanese navel." "I even love the way you talk, really," Roj smiled and got closer, drawing figures with his swords in the navel. "You cut me up good," Eko said, "Never even got to near Trio." "Nonsense," Roj diced Eko's navel area and moved his sword back out and then stuck him again while the other sword remained stiff in the stiffening body of Eko. Eko's penis grew up Roj's leg and hit his hip and felt wet there and slick. Like a slug of pleasure, Eko's dick drew a slime at and over Roj. The cum shot and covered Roj's upper right leg, right hip, and upper abs, including dipping into his lower navel but not overtaking the rest of his oval navel. Eko's slanted slit navel looked like a worm but now invaded by two swords it was changed and cut and gutted. Roj churned the swords out and let Eko go. "Love ya, Asian man." Eko gasped, "Congratulations. But just remember, when you feel another warrior's sword massaging your insides, I'll be there waiting for you." Roj stabbed him with one sword and held the other to meet a rushing young man who got the sword into his navel. "You got me! Right in my navel. The belly button," the new one yelped before being cut out of life. Roj quickly removed his sword from that one and joined it to the one in Eko again. Roj ignored the new one and got in Eko's face and breathed on him, "I'll look forward to that. Wouldn't wanna miss it, yellow hot stuff." Roj twisted the swords out and stabbed two new guys, letting Eko drop and forgetting him. Roj saw Fey now rounding on Aoi and Pare and the two already met his swords with their own. Trouble was that more and more muscle men joined Fey and all were pressing Aoi and Pare hard, all were hard in the dick. Fey saw his chance, stood on a pile of dead and dying muscle men (some still groaning and some moaning from the pain Fey standing on them caused) and jumped over the mass of men. He held two swords aloft: his targets: Aoi and Pare and with Sole soon to follow! Please readers Nifty needs YOUR donations to provide these wonderful stories. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Trio says, "DO IT NOW!"