Date: Mon, 7 Jan 2013 21:53:52 -0500 (EST)
From: J
Subject: TRIO 129-132

TRIO

129

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!

As he did, someone crashed into him like a rocket. It was Roj, who dove
from his own pile of dead men and boys. Roj slammed head first into Fey and
brought him down. Wrapping his arms around him and flinging him to the
ground. Fey recovered first and had his swords in hand. Roj stood up and
found he lost his swords. He put his hands out to defend himself but knew
he was useless to. Fey snarled, "You cum between me and my triumph over
Trio."

"What is this today with people trying to make a name for themselves by
killin Trio? Don't I count?"

"No, you do not. And to show you, I'll cut you into ribbons in no time!"
Fey stamped at Roj and Roj looked around for a weapon and found none.

A bright faced boy, a bit shorter than Fey, came between Roj and Fey and he
was thick faced and thick bodies but lean and muscled at the same time. He
had black hair and blue eyes., "Hey, Fey, we're winning. Trio is giving out
and tiring. Soon, our troop will haf em."

Fey, in his bloodlust, jabbed one sword through this new arrival's navel
and out his back, "GET OUTTA MY WAY, FUCKER!"

The new arrival put his head on Fey's shoulder, "I tought. ...thought...we
had something..."

"You were a good fuck!"  Fey twisted the blade. The kid took out a knife in
one hand and tried ot use his sword in the other but the sword fell as Fey
used his other sword to cut the kid's wrist which was at his side. The kid
tried to bring both his hands up but could not. "And now, a good feel
kill. It does NOT pain me to slay thee! DIE and embrace the pain, fucker
with a tight anal cavity."

Roj looked around and saw only enemies passing him by, ignoring him for
Trio. He wondered if he could take any one of them to confiscate their
weapons but thought he couldn't. They were too big, too strong and too much
older and larger than he. He was in the same predicament by the time he saw
the new arrival ---who's hair seemed almost dyed black and tied in a small
bun behind---fall onto his back at his feet. The kid fell with a sickly
slurpy sound and tried to get up off his back and made the pre-requisite
sounds to do so. Roj was almost hypnotized by the kid's crunching abs with
a perfect navel hole in dead center and the smooth tanned stomach.

Perhaps that was Fey's plan: to distract him long enough to make him an
easy kill. He promised himself, weapon or not, he would not be an easy kill
for this Fey girlie boy. NOT that he wasn't attractive or hot and not that
Roj wasn't attracted to him. He always had a soft spot for blond boys and
skinny boys and bad boys and Fey was all of those things. He also wondered,
like Trio used to and even in this battle, probably still did, what it
would feel like to have a hot boy's weapon deep in your navel shaft...the
way he brought death to so many today himself. Roj nodded and wondered. He
also wondered if that made him sloppy...maybe he would want it so badly
that he'd purposely mess up to get the feel of a blade pointing in his
navel and the fine hurt that must feel so good that it would do more than
make his dick swell and pre cum. Which just the thought of made happen.

"You came between me and my destiny!"  "I licked...I mean liked it better
when I was cumming between you and Trio, that `d feel a hellva lot
better...with butter even more so..."

"Oh, a funny guy. You must be the fourth in the Trio! Well, I'll still get
them so your death means nothing..."

"Not dead yet," Roj puffed out his young teen chest, "fuck face."

As they spoke, both of them ignored the dying black haired former lover of
Fey. He tipped his ample, muscled body over and was on his side now. His
hand stretched up with the knife still in it. Roj, as he moved closer and
closer to Fey in a plan to try to overpower him by grabbing Fey's arms, had
his leg near the black haired dude's hand. The knife scratched it. Roj felt
it but didn't look down. Instead, he locked eyes with the hot eyes of Fey
and kept Fey talking. Roj reached down at the same time, slowly and
somewhat behind his leg.

While Fey talked about his plans to get power by killing Trio, the dying
boy put the knife in his hand. Roj clasped his fist around it. He felt the
life go out the boy as he did, as if his last act was to betray Fey and
save Roj was all that made him cling to life this long. Roj wondered if in
the struggle to stay alive, his navel wound was throbbing with pain the
whole time, trying to tug the kid into the death tunnel, a navel tunnel
taking him to the tunnel to the next world. Roj snickered internally but
snickered to Fey, "What a lame ass you are. You can't even talk like a
normal human being any more, you're that taken over by this land rather
than you takin it over."

"For that you die. Or rather, you're already dead."

"Wadt do you..."  Roj then realized that as they spoke, Fey slowly raised
one sword and it entered his navel without him feeling it. It laid there as
they spoke. He looked at it and smiled, it felt good there, just hanging
out on the lower cavern of his navel, the thicker ridge below holding it in
place. The point tapped his innard navel as he breathed out a bit. He tried
to say something but before he could get words out, Fey SHOVED hard and the
point bit into his navel wall and behind and exited it to go deeper into
his muscle. "...MEAN!!!ARRGGG!"  "Go with the flow, hot stuff!"

Roj gasped, "I will...not...give...in...to it. To it. You tit."

Fey smiled a wry smile, "Feels good doesn't it? To me, too. You cannot help
but give in to it, you ass. I like the feeling of hard resistance that
flows up my arm from your tight hard belly. Now just go ahead and die, you
have my permission.  You`ve saved Trio enough today. Let them fare for
their own asses...or die trying as they soon will. You`re efforts have been
in vein...and not a good vein, if you know what I mean. "

Roj looked at him as if he were crazy.

Fey smiled, and shoved the sword in, letting go of one of his other swords,
"See I can make jokes, too. Here`s another: as my dragon sword enters you,
you might as well let your dragon sword of flesh exit you so that you can
enjoy your last cum, cum breath!"

"You...talk...too...much..."

Roj made a face of pain and a mouth form of "O" but that "O" changed to an
"O" of resistance, and his face of pain became one of steadfast
determination of a force resisting and giving back pain for pain. His
"O"had grit teeth behind it now and his eyebrows met as his forehead
furrowed in concentration as he forced the blade given to him by one of
Fey's own comrades into Fey's unprotected, boy belly far above Fey`s own
white toga skirt. The knife rose up and Fey saw it but too late to counter
it.

"Oh shit," Fey said, "I'm gonna git it!"

"Yeah, you are!"  Roj stabbed Fey hard but Fey gave a jerk back at Roj and
Roj's look of determination and aroused anger and scary pointed drive
turned to the former one of pain and loss and vulnerable defeat as a
pointed blade tore into your meat from your navel. These two faces
alternated back and forth as Roj struggled to give Fey back what Fey was
giving to him. Fey's face also altered from one of victory strength to one
of shocked pain from an enemy thought already defeated. Between them, as
they clashed, body against body, a huge pair of cocks rose up and
threatened to poke up between pecs, clinging to their own master at first,
but slamming against foreign boy belly and boy chest, Roj's own pointed
nips making the dicks ragged against them and giving them more fodder for
getting harder and harder and harder. Clear fluid jutted all over, making a
foamy soap around chests and belly as they dipped and grew
alternating. They were driving blades into each other for along time,
Evenly matched.

Fey noticed the smooth underbelly beneath Roj's butchered navel.  "Oh,
you're so...awe aw aw aw some."

"Not bad yourself, bad boy," Roj gasped.

"You like that, dontcha?"  Fey said lowly. "If so'n you're gonna like
this."  He removed the sword completely and Roj sucked in air as it came
out his navel, the point exiting at that spot that made Roj tingle with
sexual energy and the feeling of it departing his body at that exact spot
and moment was too much for him to take. He fell backward but bent his legs
so that he was kneeling. "No, not yet, kid, stand up, kid."  Fey put his
arms under Roj and lifted him and then held him under his left arm pit so
that he could drive the sword in from a low angle and the point toward a
high angle.

Roj gasped, "Oh. No. Please."

"You'll like this..." Fey said. He had removed the sword and placed it at
the navel highlight right in the middle of Roj's belly button, a very hot
affair.

But Roj still held the knife and traced along Fey's lower belly, far
beneath the navel, almost at the toga line and traced up, nubbed it over a
slight navel ridge and into the navcel, "And you can just like THIS!"  Roj
jabbed the knife in again and twisted and pulled out. Fey had his turn to
buckle back but Roj flung what was left of his frame at Fey and slammed his
chest into Fey's and at the same time used his elbow to jab the knife in
up; to the hilt, feeling Fey's flesh around the navel area at his hand. He
then put his other hand from Fey's shoulder onto the blade and the pair
fell wild : Fey on his back, eyes shutting; Roj on top of him,.

"Oh no, not yet KID, as you say," Roj eked out, "Don't die yet, notch yet."
He rammed the knife out, giving some room between him and Fey but their
dicks had already exploded between them and feeling sticky and tingly,
their boy shafts emerged again and cascaded up their bodies, between each
other `s smooth frames and hard bellies. They felt their own dicks on their
own flesh and at the same time felt their enemies' dick re-launching up
their flesh.

They mingled and Fey tried to dump Roj off him but was as yet
unsuccessful. Roj jabbed the knife in and took it out and in again. Fey
grabbed his arm with his free hand without realizing the sword was still in
Roj and he was still holding onto it with his own hand. Fey let go to try
to push Roj off himself and the dangling sword hit ground, hilt first as
they wrestled a wrestle of death. The sword hilt hit ground and the metal
went through Roj's navel, broke more innards and out his back again. Roj
tried to roll so that the sword was not so tight between his tense belly
and the hard ground; Fey tried to roll to get Roj off him. Both felt
incredible burning pain in their navels, out the back wall of their navels,
and spreading throughout their body via navel.

When they tried to brace their stomach muscles against the pain to ward it
off, it only made the pain worse and course through their navel tunnels
toward the holes in their backs. For Roj had jerked the knife in so hard
and deep, the point went out Fey's back and hit ground, too.

Fey tried to dump Roj off him, Roj rolled to stay on Fey, both cutting up
their own bellies and the other's. Both made gasping, moaning, victory
sounds, victim sounds, guffaws, laughs, grunts...

Fey expired first in a tremendous blast of air from his mouth which
actually made Roj's hair blow back. Roj laid his head on Fey, "You die
first, hot boy. Now I can follow...maybe Eko will be waiting there for both
of us. Now...here I cum..."  And he did. Between them, Roj's dick spat five
loads of tremendous volume and his dick, a wide girth, expanded to full and
let loose again and again, bursts of burning pain blowing their way a path
up Fey and his own body, between them, just about parting the hot
bodies. Roj, when it was over, blew air out onto Fey and huffed and drooped
his head down into Fey's considerable boy chest. He shut his eyes and
smiled. He died that way.


"I think Roj went down," Pare gasped, "Didn't see him!"

Aoi killed someone who looked like a gladiator version of Chase from LAB
RATS and who gave Aoi a considerable battle but it ended in Chase getting
his entire stomach area chopped out of him. He went down without a
sound. Aoi gasped, "It's too bad but it's live or die in this battle...in
this whole world really..."

Austin from AUSTIN AND ALLY was speared by Sole who was over him, "I just
signed up today. I heard about on the radio..."  he sung that last part.

Sole lifted the spear and speared Austin from AUSTIN AND ALLIE. Trying to
get uip, the kid flopped back down, head trying to see what was left of his
navel.

Sole looked up after smiling and Austin went down yelping, "I don't see him
any more. I think he might have had our backs...saved our asses..."

"Lot of that going round today," Aoi said as he stabbed the good looking
tall Adam from LAB RATS. Adam went back and tried to kick Aoi. Aoi looked
at him like, "really?"  And Aoi stabbed Adam again and ran him clean
through the belly, taking out a large chunk of belly meat out Adam's
back. Adam leaned over and looked up with baleful, brown eyes. "Handsome,"
Aoi whispered, "But not immune to belly button death."  He whisked him off
the sword.

"It was their choice," Pare slashed a kid who looked like Freddie from
ICARLY and across the chest and then parried into his belly with two
swords. He pulled the kid off and Freddie fell clasping his hand around
what was left of his belly.

Both boys from SUPAH NINJAS, a black boy and a shorter, hot faced Asian kid
came running at Sole. Sole quickly stabbed his spear into the lean black
boy's bare chocolate belly, right in the navel and swiped him at the Asian
but the Asian jumped back.

"Miss me, miss me, now you gotta kiss me!"

"I'd like that!"  Sole said as he dumped the black kid's body off his spear
into another warrior who had a lone bit of hair tied up from his otherwise
bald head. They both fell.

"C'm here then," the Asian kid from SUPAH NINJAS said, "I'll give it to
ya...in two places."  He ran at Sole but Aoi tripped him.

Aoi stabbed the kid as he tried to get up on all fours. Aoi had reached
under him and jabbed him in the navel area and found the tiny round hole
that the kid had as a navel. He slid it from the side and slid it so that
the kid was cut up bad. Then he kicked the kid over so that the kid's
already mangled area faced the sky. "I've not met my personal quota of
Asians today so..."

"That not fair!"

"All's in love and war..."  Aoi poked both swords across the kid's stomach,
slitting it.



TRIO 130


"You're good," the man said and came at him again, "But I'm better..."  he
rushed his sword at Pare who didn't expect it so soon and his navel was
targeted. The point dove at the brown skin, smooth housing an immaculate
outtie, attractive navel...ready to bit into it...


His sword brushed lightly past Pare's lower belly, lightly grazing the
chiseled, smooth, crunch of abs there as Pare buckled backward a bit,
bending his body at the waist.

The man came at him again and Pare jumped up, kicked up, and smacked the man
in the face with his boots. He wanted to put the knives out of his boots but
he didn't for some reason. "I like you. I'll try to give you a clean kill
jab."

The man was stunned and shook his head, "Right in my belleeee buddon, I
suppose."

"Where else?" Pare knocked the man back even though he was bigger and
stronger. He man hit a boulder, one of the few that remained or was on this
field. Pare raised his sword back to stab him in the belly button which was
taut against tight, hairless stretched out stomach area. Another muscle man
came up behind Pare.

The Latino one yelled, "No, behind you!"

Pare thrust his sword behind him in an arc and cut the man's belly button
out through his back and kept the sword going to hit another man behind that
one, both with huge muscles and completely naked. Both shot their dicks off
and large cum shots covered Pare's entire back as the two tried to remain on
their feet. Pare twisted the blade in them. They gasped and reacted with
pain, laughs, moans, and yells.

"Cut us free," the front said, "Please...please naw more...not more!"

Pare took the blade out but then smiled to the Latino in front of him and
jabbed the blade back again to just above the first one's navel and jerked
it through the ridge. He heard satisfying gasps of pain from the first
one. The other one pushed hands against the first one's body to try to
remove himself from the sticky mess that was between his front and his
friend's muscled back but before he could get entirely free of the back he
was pinned too previously, Pare struck---stuck the sword back through the
first muscle lad and into the second one. "You both sure are hard, even
behind your navels! There's like knots of muscle there and shit. I'm
impressed. You both are pressed to death!" Pare turned around to see them
for the first time and as he did, he kept the sword in them and used both
hands now, dropping his knife. He kicked the falling knife and it embedded
itself entirely into a third inrushing muscle man who saw it go in and went
wide eyed.

This third one tried to gauge it out of his own navel but found the hilt was
in there and he could not get a good grip on it.

The Latino on the rock was amazed, "Just leave it, Salvo, let it stay buried
in your navel cavity. You might as well enjoy it as it'll kill ya in a
few..."

Salvo stared at him, swallowed, went wide eyed again and then his eyes
closed and then went wide eyed again. He sank to knees. He swallowed and
partially smiled. He made a grunt of pain.

Pare twisted and jerked the sword and plunged. He moved it up and down and
cut as much as he could. He took it out in one smooth move. The two muscle
men had enough and both fell, one inside the other, dick in the other's ass
cheeks, stuck there and wet and cumming even after they both died.

Pare turned to the Latino on the rock. The Latino smiled, stood away from
the rock, admitting the cold rock felt good against his hot and sweaty
back. "You...you're amazing."

"So are you," Pare smiled, "But come on and fight me, we're enemies,
remember?"

"I wish we were not. I wish it were different," The Latino took astep
forward.

Two more muscle men came at them and two from behind Pare and two from
Pare's side. Pare didn't see the two behind him but saw two behind the
Latino. Pare nodded. The Latino turned to his comrades who ran behind him
and put his body near Pare's, "No, he's mine!"

The two poked two long spears into the Latino's thinner belly, "Die in YOUR
belly button!"

The other said, "Get outta our way, stupid!"

The spears ripped the Latino's navel from both sides and he fell backward.

Pare snapped, "He saved me again!"  He swung his sword, took a sword from the
Latino's hand and cut it round to cut off the heads of the two musclemen
behind him. The other two stopped short as arrows came flying. Three
arrowboys, skinny kids, a blond, a redhead, and a brunette, naked, also,
were on one knee, firing. Pare knocked two arrows into the muscle men and
they went down with arrows deep in their navel cavities. They gasped and
moaned and cam. One bit of cum hit another arrow that found its way, without
Pare's help, into the boy who cam and made that particular bit of
cum...right into his own outtie navel, not only making it an innie but
covering it with its own pool liquid, spilling into the hole and dripping
out, too.

Pare flung his swords into the muscle men who unstuck his Latino, who tried
to stay on his feet even with the spear ripped out of him. The two that had
speared him, were now losing their balance with two swords in their navels,
one each. They grabbed the swords but didn't want to cut their hands so
their arms flung about wildly.

The Latino looked at the arrow boys, "Look out, Puerto Rican! Lookout!"

Another arrow, fired by the smiling redhead, thukked right into his
navel. "Do they think that would stop me?"

Pare grabbed up the fallen spears that the two dropped and ran at the arrow
boys, who lost their glee when they saw him. They nodded and aimed more
arrows at Pare. Pare spun both spears as he ran and the spinning deflected
the arrows. He caught the redhead as he ran...right in his lower back and
the spear point popped out his navel and into the navel of the brunette who
dropped his bow and embraced the redhead with both arms.

Pare laughed, "That's right, dude, embrace the death that is your's!"

The blond aimed another arrow at Pare but Pare used the other spear to nail
him in his outtie navel. The kid's dick spat and he yelped and fell
back. Pare twisted and removed the spear. He faced the Latino behind
him. Many of the muscle men were now down and dying due to Pare, Aoi, and
Sole. Their moans filled the air.

The Latino gasped, "I wish I could ..."  he gasped and coughed. "I wish I
could be your ally..."

"I wish it too," Pare took a fallen spear and braced it to the man's navel.

"Aww," the man said, "It's not that bad. I'll survive it. We can be friends
you and I."

"Fraid not," Pare nodded and blinked. He tore the spear into the man's
leftovers...at the already torn and mangled navel. "You're against us and
with these who threaten innocents..."

"But..." the Latino gasped as he felt the spear course through him from
front to back and out. He buckled and went to his knees again, the arrow
still in his belly button, too. The spear hit the arrow and caused more
pain. "But...I...I saved you...twice..."

Pare smiled, "Maybe more than twice but too bad. You all have to die and
you're one of them."

He forced himself up onto his feet, "Waaa...ait..."

Pare moved the spear in some more causing him to react, "I'll give ya one
thing...you're strong to be back on your feet again, you hot warrior
stud..."

"We are compadres..."

"You not," Pare snarled, "Just cause we're both Puerto Ricans...they..."  he
nodded to Aoi and Sole who were dispatching more muscle men left, right, and
center.

Aoi yelled, "Pare, stop fooling around, kill that guy and get to
business. We need your help!"

"Sorry, man," Pare twisted and ripped, "In fact...wait, NO, I'm not! DIE!"
He jerked the spear out and plunged again and again, "DIE!"

The Latino went down,"Fucker, I die!"  He fell back, over his own legs and
Pare removed the spear and stabbed another guy. Another guy coming at him,
moved back and tried to run but a spear thrown by Sole has taken
down another muscle man who had it protruding out his chest and he went to
his knees. The point was in an upward direction but at waist height for
the combatants.

The point caught this new one there as he ran right into the spear point,
navel first. It tore through him and almost tore into Pare's muscled
stomach, too but Pare stopped himself just in time. The point leaned on his
inner navel.



Soon, there were three musclemen left. "Beg for your lives," Aoi said. The
muscle men threw down their weapons and did so, on their knees."Stand up
and beg now..."  The men did so.

"You die with no honor," Sole laughed, holding two swords.

"But...wad you mean? We're still alive..."

Aoi nodded and glanced down the man's belly, "Look again, coward."

The man looked at his more than hot eight pack. Smack in the middle of his
perfect navel was a rounded spear. "No, you didn't!"

"He did," the second muscle man laughed.

Pare walked over to them, "You, look, too."

The second one saw a sword in his navel, Sole used his bent elbow to jerk it
in further, "Nawwwww!"

"Yaaaawwww," Sole smiled, his bicep bulging.

Pare faced the third, "Man..."  he shoved a knife deep into the outtie
bellybutton and made it an innie, "Gosh, you...take it in like a man...you
seem to have honor..."  He felt the blood flow in his own shaft and his
dick, released from his tattered rags of a loin cloth, rubbed up against the
man's tight hard lower belly and inched its way up to the
navel. Pare's knife found the navel first of course and he waved his wrist
up and down and sideways. The man smiled and almost buckled. His two friends
were slowly sinking under the pain of spear and sword, which gave Aoi and
Sole happy pleasure feelings. Electric jolts filled victims and
winners. Sole came and turned as he did so. His cum shot on his victim but
also sprayed onto Aoi, then over Aoi's head.

Aoi looked up and opened his mouth, catching Sole's cum. Sole shot some more
and more and covered Aoi's chest and navel, which had already been coated by
other downed warriors in the battle. Aoi's victim shot his loads into the
mix and this caused Aoi to spring off, clouds of cum to hit his own chest,
the chest of Sole whom he embraced as victim cum shot between
them. Explosions of cum from all four, Sole, Aoi, and the two muscle men
covered all four of them. Dripping. Wet. Sweaty. Huffing. Death. Life. Aoi's
chest heaved with life.

Sole's belly went in as his victim's belly spilled out as he took his weapon
out. The two victims gasped one last time as the weapons were removed and
they shot one last time, ten blasts in all or maybe it was more. Sole and
Aoi hugged each other, their hands found each other's backs, shoulders,
their lips rounded on each other and smacked each other. Their tongues met
inside both their mouths. Their victims' hands reached up to their legs but
they slowly limped down and eventually had no life left in them. It all made
the electric jolts stronger...to have someone who is dying try to take you
down or try to reach up to you for mercy and maybe try to use you to stand
up or cling to life. Aoi thought there was nothing better. Sole felt glad to
be feeling up Aoi's tight smoothless body. Between them, their shafts
erupted yet again as they jerked in the hot air, leaning on each other. Aoi
found Sole's hole and shoved two fingers up it. "OHHHHHHHYEAHHHHH!"

"FUCK YES! DON"T STSOP! DONOTSTOP! Ohhhhhhh!"

Pare leaned his head on the man who he had stabbed in the navel with the
knife and left his head there for a long time. "Just hold me, man, just die
and hold me," Pare smiled, "You feel so good dying..."

"Oh fuck, please I can be your sex slave if you just..."

Pare shoved the knife deeper,"Temptin but...no, it is much more tempting to
do this to ya. Feels better than you being my sex slave...die dude, die..."

After they relaxed and orgasmed several more times, the trio rested in each
other's arms, Sole in the center, Pare in one arm, Aoi in the other. At
times, Pare and Aoi met their bodies atop Sole's body. Their shoulders on his
chest and their faces in each other's kissing. They slept for a time.

When they rose up, they found Roj's dead body and Aoi's face remained
passionless. Sole and Pare, however, were not. They separated his body from
that of Fey. Both Fey and Roj seemed to have contented looks on their dead
faces. Their eyes were closed in ecstasy.

"That doesn't matter. They are dead, guys. Roj IS dead, guys," Aoi said.

"Shut up, Aoi,"  Pare said, seriously, "Just shut up."

To be continued...


AOI: SUPPORT NIFTY WITH MONEY OR DIE!
SOLE: DO IT OR FEEL MY WRATH
PARE: YOU TWO ARE SO SILLY, JUST MAKE THEM DO IT ATSWORDPOINT. ME? I PRFER MY KNIFE.
SOLE: SPEAR HERE
AOI: LOOK FUCKERS JUST SUPPORT NIFTY, ALLRIGHT?


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Trio says, "DO IT NOW!"



TRIO 131


After they relaxed and orgasmed several more times, the trio rested in each other's arms, Sole in the center, Pare in one arm, Aoi in the other. At times, Pare and Aoi met their bodies atop Sole's body. Their shoulders on his chest and their faces in each other's kissing. They slept for a time.

When they rose up, they found Roj's dead body and Aoi's face remained passionless. Sole and Pare, however, were not. They separated his body from that of Fey. Both Fey and Roj seemed to have contented looks on their dead faces. Their eyes were closed in ecstasy.

"That doesn't matter. They are dead, guys. Roj is dead, guys,"  Aoi said.

"Shut up, Aoi,"  Pare said, seriously, "Just shut up."

Sole looked around, "You know. Some of these guys died by their own hand..."

"We and our allies didn't kill them?"  Pare asked.

"Maybe..."  Aoi started to say, "IF I can talk..."

Pare shot him a grim look.

"...maybe they were too afraid to face us..."  Aoi added.

"Maybe,"  Sole said, "But...there was over a billion of them. There's no way we could have or should have won this battle."

"We're Trio,"   Pare smiled as he put Roj's body down with Sole. Roj was on his back. Pare unstuck the kid's belly button from the knife that had come with it...and with Roj's dick.  "He looks so content."

It was true Roj's face was peaceful but it was as if he died liking it. Aoi nodded as Sole added, "He died doing what he loved to do. And he did it well."

Pare turned away, upset. It was then that he saw what Sole meant. Many of the muscle men and their allies died from Trio and their allies...but there were many more strewn about that had died from their own hands...or the hands of their comrades. Some were on their knees, heads on each other's heads, dicks on dicks, leaning as they had plunged knives into each other's  ...or in some cases, their own, belly buttons. Others had clearly laid down and jabbed a sword or a spear into their own navel hole. Still others laid face down with a knife or sword hilt down, point up...up their own navels. And out their backs. They had fallen the fall of pain, down the sword or wriggled the wriggle of painful orgasmic death on the knife that was between their bare flesh and the cold ground. Pare wondered. And smiled...


THREE HOURS EARLIER:

A slightly framed boy looked behind him. "I told you two not to follow me."  Even though slight, Wiz was more muscled than he used to be. His abs were more defined and stuck in instead of out. His hair glistened sparkly, his skin was golden peach, fleshy but tight. He had a pierced nipple with a nipple ring of red-gold on his right nipple and his hair was spikey and cut short in front. In back, he had a long braid, wrapped tightly and ending in a short tail between his fine shoulder blades. Around his right arm, he had a tattoo set of two swords meeting each other, the points touching on his upper biceps. He was youthful and yet not totally innocent. Wiz, not used to dark tombs, was more experienced in other things. The boy's eyes glistened yellow in the pupils. Though the hair was sparkling somewhat yellow and even silvery, there were black and brown highlights down the entire length. A feathery ear ring hung from his right and left ears, a knife pendant hanging from each.  He wore ankle bracelets with the figures of a white cat and a black cat. Covering his groin was a small circular target covering, yellow and black with a kind of star design on it. A five pointed star. It was held on by seeming string, far below a navel offset into a fine smooth, totally hairless   and six pack sporting belly. That navel looked as if someone had stuck it up into the skin and it went up a bit too far in the kid but the navel stuck in and out, a fine ridge that made it look like a ravioli. On top he wore only a short back cape that didn't go further than the shoulder blade's middle, yellow and covering a bit of his shoulders too.

"But...but...Nakoi, Dylon and Yoshi couldn't come with you. They're still training with Feng."  Iokus said.

"Stay out here,"  Wiz demanded as he waved his arms over the pyramid tomb. Rock frictioned against rock, grinding, causing unnerving sounds of crumbling tough stone. Wiz looked back, "You're here, too?"

It was difficult to see as the glistening suns were behind them but there were four figures. Justin came closer to the pyramid.

Justin. White hair.  Short shoulder coverings in three layers, all three not covering his entire arm. Chest not covered. Between each shoulder pad attached from the second layer and over the top layer are single hooks which hold a horizontal rope tie between shoulder pads. From this rope is a real tie---a triangular point reaching down vertically. The shoulder coverings can be worn long to form a cape in back or can be shorter to cover just the upper back or not even the entire wing
bones. Two points grip the waist and point into the belly button stopping just short of it, the tie point pointing above the belly button. Far below the hips are the skimpy shorts which have a point on top pointing up at the belly button. The shorts are basically strap shaped with two straps on each side but are totally connected one piece of shorts. It looked almost like an X shape but more the endings are more e vertical, one just below the hip on each side and one on the upper leg on each side. Dull tipped but pointed boots go far up over the ankle to the knee. This is what Justin wore, a skinny, young boy with long eye lashes and green eyes and fair skin. Thick lips completed the picture of this youth. Justin was Sole's age.

Wiz put his hands out, "Stay back, there may be traps that missed Trio when they were last here."

"I don't care."  Justin came forward and put his hands on both Wiz's forearms, "I owe you my life. I want to protect you...if I can..."

"This is highly dangerous,"  Wiz said, "I don't even know if he will help us... and the boys, I need you to keep them out here..."

A fourth figure, carrying two swords, one long, one short, came towering out of the sunlight desert, "That's my job. Don't worry," the macho figure said, "I will."

Wiz squinted. A very dark skinned 20 year old came out of the light. "Holy shit,"  Wiz said, his eyes widening. "It...It's Taylor Lautner."  He blinked and the muscles on Taylor had reached epidemic proportions. Was it a 12 pack? And that perfect nose and those thick lips... is face was very symmetrical, too, Wiz couldn't help but think. The eyebrows just perfectly spaced apart. That jaw line just right. Wiz found himself not breathing. As the two strong legs carried Taylor toward him, he had to concentrate to get air out again.

Taylor came to them, "That's what I'm told my name WAS back on normal Earth but..."

Justin smiled, "He doesn't remember, like so many of us."

Wiz nodded, "Hey, I'm Wiz. All of you, I know it's useless but stay out here."

Taylor wore only a thin pouch in front, floss between the area under his balls and butt cheeks and white boots adorned with red buckles. Wiz looked down, "Those boots...are you like the Wicked Witch of the West?"

Taylor nodded, "What's that supposed to mean?"  He also had on a necklace of spiked bones, a bracelet of leather around his right wrist, and an ankle band of gold. Wiz noticed an ear ring in both ears.  His spiky brown/black hair and dark eyes and infectious handsome smile touched Wiz.

Wiz nodded, "Nunthing. Don't you worry your pretty little face about it. Just don't let them..."

Wiz noticed the two younger boys, also smooth and more muscled now, had already ducked under the door and past him. "Fuck. Those two will be the death of us..."  He ducked under and Justin and Taylor followed him into the tomb.

Inside it was dark. The contrast of the outside glistening sun and the inner chamber darkness made it seem as if they had stepped out into the depths of outer space but even outer space had some light. Instead of chastising the boys, Wiz decided to do something useful. He raised his arms and his mind found two torches on the walls, embedded in by iron or wood. He shut his eyes and pictured them, his mind found them, and the flames went up and gave them light. "Let there be light,"  Wiz said and laughed. "Oh you two..."

Iokus and  Kelli hugged each other, shivering on one side of the tomb. Iokus was 7 years old or close to 8 now and Kelli was 9 or 10 now. They wore loin cloths and sandals only.

Iokus had curly lite brown hair with red highlights in them now. Kelli had wooden brown hair but it was now bright red with some blond highlights in it, his new look, he hadn't had these before.

Wiz looked around before moving to them, "Don't move a muscle...yet...let me find any traps with my mind..."

Kelli shivered, "I...we thought we could help..."

Taylor came in and asked, "How could you two have helped?"

Justin was at his side, "It is true that Kelli is somewhat psychic. He has some other mind abilities as well..."

"I did not know that."

"And Iokus's mind amplifies them. They COULD help,"  Justin insisted.

"I think no one should..." Wiz put his hands up, turning his upper body while keeping his legs facing the two younger boys...a swish through the air came. "...move..."

From one side of the pyramid wall came an dark spear, an inch in diameter. It didn't fly off the wall but out of it and still attached. The spear point drove deeply into  Taylor's navel, making the shallow ring around it into an innie when it was just slightly an innie before. It nailed Taylor's body backward to the wall, driving him to it! "NOOOOOO!"  Justin and the others all cried out.

Iokus and Kelli ran to him. Wiz yelled, "GET DOWN!"

Justin was trying to pull the spear out but it was from one wall to the other and all he managed to do was cause Taylor  even more pain as he twisted and pulled and the spear gave only slightly and then Justin had to let it go, causing it to embed deeper into Taylor's muscle behind his navel. Taylor put one hand on the spear himself but his other hand waved his sword around. Justin turned around to see why and why Wiz gave a second warning. Arrows were flying through the air from the other side of the wall. Taylor was knocking them away. Justin ducked down on the side of the tomb where Wiz still stood, his eyes shut, his body tense, his arms out in a Tee formation from his body. Iokus and Kelli were against the wall behind Taylor and crouching down so low they held his muscular calves. An arrow hit his leg just to the side of the bone and Taylor didn't move at all. He bore it as he knew he had to protect the boys. "Oh my God,"  Iokus gasped, "This is horrible!"


TRIO 132

Wiz's body energized and the arrows all stopped. "It's okay, Justin,
you...you can get up now," he said as he watched the spear and examined it.

Wiz, Justin, Iokus and Kelli came to Taylor who was arching his back in
extreme pain. Justin gasped, "We can't get it free from the wall. That
means we can't get it out of him!"

Kelli touched Wiz's hips with both hands, "But you can...you can raise him
if he dies."

Taylor gasped, "I'm NOT going to die..."  he groaned this out.

Wiz looked at Justin, then down at Kelli, "I might be able to but..."

"Waddumean but? He saved my life..."

"Don't worry about me," Taylor moaned, "Do what you came to do..."

"Kelli, even if we could get the spear out, there's no real evidence that
it's not his time. And if I do raise him...he'll still be attached to this
spear!"

"That would mean..."  Justin started to say.

"He'll be perpetually in spear belly pain..."

"Sounds good ta meeee," Taylor jerked. His lower body shook and his dick
emerged from the thin pouch and was wet with pre cum.

"Even if could,"

"You two get outta here. Justin, get them out," Wiz said.

"Can you spare the energy?"  Justin asked as he gathered the boys in his
arms.

"Not if I want to do what we came here to do..."

"Wiz, Justin, just leave me to die in this cool manner, I go the way a good
warrior goes," Taylor gasped, his body tight against the spear, the point
digging in all the way through to the wall. His upper body jerked over the
spear now and then back again, gasping. "Do what you came here to do!"

"No!"  Kelli yelled.

Justin ushered the two boys outside as they protested in his arms and
dropped down. He had to use force to get them outside. Once outside, the
tomb door shut. Justin moved to it and banged on it, "Terrific!"

Kelli and Iokus cried.

"I'm...I'm so sorry," Wiz looked at the point where spear met navel of
Taylor. "I really don't think I can do anything except maybe..."  He
touched the spear with his hands and the spear glowed.

Taylor gasped, "No, owww, burning me, too!"  He fell over the spear and was
dead.

Wiz shut his eyes and put his head on the back of Taylor's and then his
hands on Taylor's back. He decided to try. He shut his eyes and took out
his knife. He stabbed himself in his crunched up belly... "Right in my
belly button!!!!"  He felt the energy from his hands flow into Taylor, who
opened his eyes almost immediately. "Hmmm, that's fast. Never happened like
dat before...orore ...ORE..OW! AWWW!"

"What are you doing?"  Taylor blinked aware.

"What I have to do."  Wiz shut his eyes in pleasure. His own dick came out
of his circular covering, which hung lower than it was supposed to as he
jerked. He was wet with pre cum. "I'd almost forgotten how...this very
exquisite feeling was...AHHHHH!" He twisted the knife in him and his cum
shot over Taylor's chest, dripping onto his nipples. Taylor was wide eyed
now, from the actions of Wiz as much as from the pain shooting through his
belly button meat, ridge, and hole through the back of him, a tunnel of
flesh in pain causing shooting ripples of hurt that emanated from there to
his chest and lower area. His pleasure came from the dick area which
hardened to immense proportions, his vein stood out. His dick stood up
against the spear and nubbed against it, rubbed past it, and shot out on
one side. As Wiz shot a load that then covered his lower chest, and upper
abs, he returned the favor for the wizard boy. Soon, Taylor juices sprayed
and spilled all over Wiz's chest and leaked down to his knife pierced belly
button. Wiz used his hands to make sure that his own cum was spread around
where spear met belly button. Taylor looked down.

"I still feel the pain!"  Taylor gasped.

"I thought I could break it if I did the spell."  Wiz said.

"You can't, just do what you came to do..." Taylor gasped.

"I..."  Wiz started to talk, roughly pulled the knife out of his own navel
with the sound of, "ARGGGHHHGARRR!" and threw it. He teetered away from
Taylor and spun a few times and fell to the ground, belly up to the
world. He closed his eyes.

"NOOO!"  Taylor looked. At first, the thought the smooth, muscled but
delicate boy was dead but even as Taylor bore the pain in his navel again,
he could see the rise and fall of Wiz's chest and belly.

From a group of muscle men who were cowering, one came forward and met
Sole's swords. "Cor, you're good looking!"  Sole knocked his sword down and
shoved one of his own into the man's navel.  "Shame you have to DIE!"

"I am a warrior!"  The man looked down at the sword embedded in his stomach
hole and felt the pain. He moved closer to Sole who breathed on the man's
handsome face.

Sole: "Brave that you die."

"I'm no coward."

Sole: "Coward or not, you end up like this."  Sole drove the sword to the
hilt and out the man's bare back. "Dead!"

"I am willing to die to stop you," the man fell off the sword and groaned.

"Cmon any more takers or...givers?"  Sole egged the group of muscle men
on. More came at him. He killed all of them. Some backed off. Sole ran at
them and killed them, too.

Muscle man fighting Pare: "And die, and die, and die, and die!"  With each
hit of the knives, as they fought knife to knife, he yelled this. It was
annoying Pare, who had two knives of his own.

Pare stabbed him: " Stop saying and die and do it!"

"Then you do it!"  The man swung wildly, which gave Pare the room to stab
him some more.

Pare, "You first!"  Jabbed the man some more.

Semi muscle boy, "I wonder what it's going to feel like to stick Trio!"

Sole, "Like this!"  Sole stabs him in his solid abs. "And like this!"  He
turned to the other semi muscle boy and stabbed him in his abs. To this
second one, he said, "Your abs, you worked them out wrong, they stick out
instead of in! Still hot though! DIE!"

Aoi found more talking. One was an Asian who said, "I felt like this when
you did it to our friend ...when you stabbed my friends. I will stab your
friend Pare and Sole when I'm done with you."

Aoi: "Stop all this talk, talk, talk!"

Another warrior, semi muscled but not very big but handsome, watched the
Asian and Aoi talk.

"I like you," The Asian boy said to Aoi.  "We're kindred spirits."

"I like you, too but we're on opposite sides."

Aoi smiled, "I'll give you a choice, do you want to die fast or slow?"

"Slow I think by your hand," the Asian smiled.

"As you wish," the observer ran at them and drove a sword into the Asian's
belly button. The Asian took the sword in his hands and moved off. This
left the observer empty handed.

The observer said, "I just couldn't give him the wish of it being by your
hand."

"That pleasure is FOR YOU!"  Aoi jabbed two swords into the new man's navel
and the man buckled over them, then launched his body the opposite way,
arching back. Aoi followed and made sure both swords went out his sturdy
back. His semi long hair flopped in the wind, back to his face and back
down to his shoulders as he gasped and fell. Aoi put his left foot on the
hairless man's lower belly and unplugged the man's belly button, expertly
pulling out both swords. He followed the man down and made sure that both
swords found the navel area again and caused new pain in new angles,
"Adjust the angle me thinks! DIE QUICK!"

Aoi found the fallen Asian. He looked down at him and held up one sword,
throwing the other into another muscle man. "Brave one..."

"I wanted to know what it felt like to stick Trio!"

"Like this!"  Aoi stabbed him from above.

Aoi to Sole, "I like the way this kid groans."  They watched him dying. The
kid laughed. "Listen to that laugh."

Sole: Yeah, he's hot...as he perishes. (Sole laughed.)

"Slow it is for you, Asian man!"  Aoi laughed.

"It's worth every second of pain to die while you watch..."

Aoi twisted the blade. He noticed something behind Sole.  "Watch it, behind
you!"  Aoi nodded.