Date: Mon, 3 Jun 2013 21:31:35 -0400 (EDT)
From: J
Subject: TRIO 133

Trio says, "Do it cause if you don't, we will slay you."  Not really
because they're not real. But it would be a nice thing to do


TRIO 133


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

A nine year old came up to knife Sole but he stabbed the kid quickly. Sole
realized how young the kid was, "But...you're so young...what are you doing
out here?"

"Not supposed to be combatting...always thought we'd be the ones who just
observed and sent here to learn...told to ...told us one day we'd be able
to kill Trio if..."

Sole looked grim and twisted the spear, "That day's never gonna happen,
kid."


Two younger and skinnier spear holders faced a large muscle man. They tried
to not get too close to him and to poke at him with their
spears. "Cowards!"  The muscle man moved at them. They laughed and jabbed
toward his navel area. Muscle man gets both spears in his big oval belly
button.

"Ahhh, we got em!"

"Right in his big belly button!"

"Shove! SHOVE HARD!"

"I AM HARD!"

The Muscleman gasped but tried to let it show he was in pain even though
sweat came down his forehead and on the side of his face, "You two ladies
can't kill me, I'm a big warrior and you two? You two are not as good as
me!"  He puffed his chest out but the spears invaded his lower regions
behind the navel and he could feel every rip, every tear. His sinewy muscle
was being pierced. He stayed standing straight up, his arms flexing.

One says, "You brag well. Die as well as you brag."  On saying this second
sentence, that spear holder shoved the spear in harder.

The other one followed suit and said, "This is great!"

"I toll ya!"  The other spear holder said back to him. They get stabbed by
Pare from behind who reached in front and stabbed their navels with knives
and ran on to fight more muscle men.

The muscle man smiled, "Die as I do!"

The three of them went down together, the muscle man connected by the two
spears still in his gut hole and the spear boys by a tangle of legs...and
firing off dicks. All three shot load after load as the slowly died.

"There's too many of them!"  Aoi yelled, "We are all three of us going to
lose..."

He said this as he killed ten more. Pare knifed five more and then kicked a
few others away from himself, "Always the optimist."

"IN this case," Sole found his spear and began spearing some men from all
sides, circling him, he returned the favor and circle-stabbed
them. "Look...a circle jerk..."

Each man the stabbed was naked and in a circle. Their dicks rose up and
touched. Five of them touched penis heads which exploded in the center. It
looked like a fountain in a park only it was all white and globby with cum
chunks! "SOOOOO COOOLLLLL!"  A few them said that. As well as Pare and Aoi.

Sole laughed, "I'm such an artist! They enjoy their death pain!"

The men felt their navels ripped out as well as their dicks growing huge
and spitting hoards of sex love juice. Their involuntary jerks increased as
they felt each other's dick tips touching each other's. The intense waves
of sex tingles increased to a crescendo and then their pain bucked through
them. They went to their knees, each of them pathetically trying to keep
their dick in touch with the others...and all five eventually failing as
they fell back to their eventual slow death in navel.

For effect, Sole as he jabbed more and more men, came back and stabbed one
of them in the stomach again. The man yelled loudly and his leg went up. He
shot another load, too and moaned loudly. The others died slowly, too. One
said, "Me, too! Stick me again, too!"

"Shut up!"  One of his own men, an ally, a muscle man with long silvery
hair, stabbed him with a spear, putting a bare foot on the man's belly and
shoving deeply the spear. The stuck one yelled and felt it go in and get
torn out quickly!

Pare jumped in front, "Oh man, stabbing a man when he's down! That not
cool. You think you'd see Trio doin' that?"

"YES!" the exotic silver haired man yelled and waved his spear at Pare's
belly area.

Pare shoved two knives into the man's slender but tight belly. He ripped
into the navel area, "Of course you would! DIE TOO!"

The man looked down at his stuck navel, "Oh man, oh man, oh man..."

"Oh man, what a man!"  Pare joked and twisted both knives together as
one. The silver haired muscle man squatted in pain. Pare then moved each
knife independently of the other. The man jerked his whole body up,
thrusting his body to a straight arrow, his stomach and chest out.

"OHHHHHHHH!"  This guy was naked and his dick was already sticking up past
Pare's wrist and aiming upward for between the man's pecs. "AASAAHHHHH!"

"You gotta be at fucking 15 inches already! DIE HARD!"  Pare shoved both
knives in and separated them further from each other from within, widening
the man's navel and inner tunnel and meat. He ripped in some more and then
brought both knives together again and tore them out, "FAAAAAAAAHHHH!"  He
stood in battle position but the man just shot a giant load once and only
once and fell back. Another warrior came at Pare, others hanging back after
that. Pare just stabbed the man with both knives, ducking under the man's
huge sword and chest. He ripped the blades out of the man's side and the
man fell ontop of the other one, jerking, belly to belly with the silver
haired man he just cut up. "Jerk it on out, men! C'mon guys cum your last!"

Under the thick muscle man who was also naked and pressing his large uncut
organ into the silver haired guy's belly and twisting it so that his pre
cum mixed there and down further, the silver haired man felt his balls
invaded by the man's head as his shaft slid down that way. Their navels cut
were pressed together. The silver haired man arched his back and his spine
left the ground, lifting the man on his belly upward into the air, arms
flailing on both of them. Pare laughed. He found a spear and ran to the
man, turned him over onto his back so that this navel faced the sky but he
was laying on the jerking silver haired man.  Sole yelled to Pare, "Pare,
we've got more guys to do, we don't have time for your...aw fuck!"

Pare nodded, "There's always time for a navel spearing!"  He jerked the
spear right through the first guy's belly button, kept it on moving in, out
the man's back, finding air. Then as he jerked it down some more in one
long move, his point found the navel of the second man, the silver haired
one. The long silver hair flew from under the other man's muscular back as
he felt his ridge completely filled to the max, the wood of the spear tight
on his hole as the point dipped under it and cut everything in its
path. The silver haired man could no longer arch and his dick shot a load
over Pare's shoulder and from between the other man's legs, too! Pare
twisted the spear, removed it quickly and leveled it with two hands into an
oncoming attacker's belly button. He jerked it out savagely, yelling and
turned it on another skinnier man.

The taller man stiffened and held his arms out, dropping his own swords and
looked at Pare in awe, happy face. Then pained look as he felt the cut
beneath the spear in his navel. Pare yelled, "DIE!" And unstuck the man as
the arching silver haired man dropped his last, huffing his last breath,
the man on top of him turning over to fall off onto another body that had
the life just tingling out of it, an arrow having completely filled his
navel hole to the mix, taking some of the ridge with it.

Although Trio and their allies, allies all now dead, made a serious dent in
the billion man/boy army, there were many men that were still many alive
and coming at Trio.

Taylor was pinned to the side wall of a tomb by a spear trap, the spear
impregnating his belly button from the other side of the tomb's far
wall. His eyes was closing and he felt himself losing life. From the thin
veil of life he could see, he saw the struggling from of the glistening
white haired belly boy wizard Wiz, the target loin cloth hanging of the
magician's large wet shaft. "Wiz," Taylor moaned, "Just do what you cam..."

"Cam..."  Wiz gasped, his bare back to Taylor as he crawled the floor to
the tomb's stone coffin. He reached up two arms and his hands grabbed the
side of the coffin tomb.  As he crawled, the pain in his navel felt
incredible but he tried to ignore it...an failed. "The spell. I need to cum
at the right moment. Can't do it!"

"You wasted too much energy on me," Taylor gasped, "I'm gonna be dead
anyway."

Outside the tomb, Justin broke a sword trying to pry open the door. "Fuck."
He turned to Iokus and Kelli, "And will you two please stop crying!"  The
two boys hugged each other and cried some more. Justin kneeled down to them
and hugged them both, taking them both in his arms, "Please. Don't cry. We
have to try to find a way in to help Wiz..."

Wiz's hands let go and he almost fell again but he touched his pre cum on
his dick and rubbed his hands together, propping himself up by his ample
chest against the tomb. His hands slick with his own pre cum, lit up. He
touched the tomb and the coffin lid's sides with them. The coffin lid, a
huge stone piece, flew off and landed harmlessly on the stone floor that he
knew intimately as he had just ground his own dick into it. "Ahh, well
ahhh!"  Wiz climbed up and into the coffin of stone. He was laying body to
body with a boy of his own stature and who wore only the thinnest of loin
cloths, too. His own was almost completely off. "I found him, Taylor."
Taylor huffed his last breath and his head sunk down, his back lowering as
his hot body sagged over the spear in him. "Taylor, I'm so sorry...ohhhh,
I'm dying, too. If I don't hurry..."  With all his strength, Wiz sat up,
straddling the vampire wolf witch mummy zombie boy known as, "Matre, friend
of Trio."

Lying in the coffin with his hands and arms crossed over his chest and
upper body was a beautiful boy. His hair was something like a wolf, curved
up like Wolverine from THE X MEN. A point of hair dropped over his nose. He
had no other hair over his body save for some light fuzz, the rest of his
body was almost totally nude except for a very thin thong in front and
back, almost nothing but strings. The boy was ample in body but not very
big or muscled. He had a long thin belly button vertically and it almost
didn't have a horizontal girth to it. It was hard to see in it. He had
claws for fingernails and wore hairy boots on his feet. Other than his
head, he was smooth and hairless. He had big shoulders and tight small
nipples, the left one pierced with a big golden ring through it . His
closed eyes had long, long black lashes and his hair was dark brown. Thick
eyebrows and a snout for a nose made him handsomely exotic. His pointed
ears were like a wolf's ears, brown. His tanned skin was brown also, not
unlike the warriors just slain. He had a washboard effect on his otherwise
undefined stomach.

Wiz was awed, and his breath was taken away for a time. "They were
right. Trio. You are...beautiful..."  He put his own pre cum on his lips,
smearing it. Then, he leaned over, his stomach muscles throbbing and
clenching his own belly wound. He kissed the warlock werewolf monster boy
directly on the lips. As he did, his eyes opened and he saw Matre's eyes
open. Matre's clawed hands grabbed Wiz's back and began to scratch. "No,
No, I'm a friend!"

"You're a dead friend then!"  Matre decided to grip two knives on either
side of his coffin that Trio left there and as Wiz arched up from the pain
on his back scratches, Matre put the two knives on both sides just above
Wiz's hips.

"Trio! We need to help Trio!"

Matre paused but left the two knives on Wiz's slick flesh, starting to bite
in. "You friend of Trio?"

"Yes, I know all about you. They tell me everything."

Matre's bushy eyebrow on the left side went up.

"Well, almost everything. Thing is they are in ...ahhh..."

"You're wounded?"

"Yes, I am dying but if I can do a spell with you, I can save Trio and
maybe myself..."

"How did you get hurt?"

"One of the traps in the tomb..."

"First time it worked right..."

"Killed my friend there..."

"I can do the same spell but how many do Trio face this time?"

Wiz smiled and held his belly. "You know their problem even before I tell
you."

"Oh, yeah. Trio will be facing an army...how many combatants?"

"Uncountable. Perhaps billions."

"Billions? Are they nuts?"

"Yes," Wiz took one of the knives out of Matre's hands and put it to his
own belly.  "I think we...I think we get more power if you do this to me,"
He decided to put the knife back in the boy's hand and maneuvered the point
into his deepest nether regions of his navel.  His dick was already
starting to pop up again and it was laying on Matre's lower shaft, which
was already hard and hardening all the more with every passing second. Wiz
jerked involuntarily a bit as he watched Matre place the other knife into
his own belly button perpendicular and realized that his own hand was under
Matre's so that Matre guided it to stab himself in his own belly
button. Thus, Wiz would jerk the blade into Matre who lay under him and
Matre would stab Wiz who was straddled over his hips, belly facing
him. Both boys grew in penis size. "I...I can't."

"Do you want to save them?"

"Yes, the fuck faces," Wiz said, "Maybe him too?"

"I doubt it. I do not think we will even have enough power to save Trio. A
billion is a lot of men."

"I know," Wiz said, "SO let's get..."  Before he finished, Matre guided
Wiz's hand and pressed it hard and fast into his own belly. At the same
time, Matre stuck into Wiz's navel. "That's right!"  Wiz arched over Matre,
"Strike true and deep!"  Matre's eyes glow yellow.

"Wiz, more pain."

Wiz twisted the knife. Matre jerked up but Wiz used his free hand to flat
palm his chest and hold him down. "My magic to your magic."  Wiz's dick
sprang up over Matre's flexed abs. Wiz let his legs out under him and laid
on Matre, both of them stabbing each other. Wiz then changed his position
back to straddling. He did this change several times. He gulped as he felt
belly button pain from Matre's twisting plunging knife and the pressure to
his arm as he stuck into Matre's ample meat behind his navel, puncturing
him. "AHHHH! AHHHH! Oh ahhh ayeahhhhhh!"

Matre began to chant. He held the knife in Wiz and brought it back to the
start, just outside the navel meat ridge. Over his navel. Over Wiz's
navel. Lite fur over Matre's navel, small but tight stomach. The knife
began to bite toward the boys' navels. Matre's was large and oval, just
like Wiz's navel. As he did this, Matre grew hard from the excitement and
anticipation of the deed. He thought about what it would feel like
again...something metallic and strong and thick, yet thin and lifeless in
him. Traveling in a tube not made for it. Fitting in where it wasn't
supposed to. He smiled and wanted to thrust it into Wiz fast and furious
but he didn't do that last time...the time he had to stab himself. That
would not have made it work that time. This time, maybe. Maybe they needed
it both slow and fast.

Matre chanted. He shut his eyes and licked his lips. Witch, warlock,
sorcerer came into play. He held his head upward and then back and then
down. His hands brought the knife ever closer. Ever moving in. Wiz's belly
button was large and deep, Wiz's own was not that deep. It could not avoid
the knife's sting for long from Wiz but Wiz's could. He stuck Wiz
faster. Matre knew he had to get this right. Matre made contact. The knife
was cold against his warm belly as Wiz jabbed it in him, hesitantly.  "Wiz,
boy, wizard, if you want to save your three stupid friends, OUR three
stupid friends. You gotta do better than dat! Really let me have it!"

He had a desire to pull his belly in but he didn't. He had an opposite
desire to charge his belly out, letting the button find the knife instead
of the knife finding his button back wall. He resisted both. His dick
threatened to get in the way now as it jumped up to a full five inches or
more. And kept on growing. Pre cum pooled to a crystal redness on the
mushroomic head of his uncircumcised penis. The knife point began to deepen
his navel by finding its back wall and making it its own. He swallowed. Wiz
half smirked at him. "You can take it well. You can take it, can't ya?"

Matre liked this kid. It was going to be good at someone else's hand. "I'm
not afraid to stick you, magic boy!"  It was true. Wiz found out Matre was
deepening his own hole by stabbing him hard and ringing every round of his
navel, the ridge circled by the point. Point lined the circumference and
stuck in and did it all again. Wiz almost buckled. The sting in every
angle, every part of his navel. In, out, in, out, inout, outin. "Gaaaaa,
you fuck! Fucking feels great!"

In the crypt, Matre's legs buckled. He bent his knees and brought his feet
up to his butt as far as he could. The silver point found more meat than
Matre knew was in him. It was half way in now, inch by inch it had deepened
in him. Thrilling his very being. Making his navel find reason for
existence. A chunk of something got in its way but as Matre kept it sliding
in Wiz, Wiz kept the blade sliding into him.

"Ahhh, I'd almost forgotten...that exquisite feel!"

"Me, too! Taaaa!"

Another half inch. "Uggghhhhh! Oh gawdddddddddsofuckin
goodahhhduighhhdough!"  Matre put the knife in more. He jerked it in faster
for a few seconds and felt something in himself and heard something in
Wiz--- pop! Something inside both boys gave under the knife's
point. Something broke. Something splashed. Matre jerked two more times as
he got jerked into by Wiz. The knife into his belly wall and back beyond
it. The puncturing of Wiz's back wall in his navel sending vibrations up
the knife to the hilt to his arm to his chest. He chilled and warmed to
it. He felt it pass his spine. He kept it going now slow again as he did
the same to Wiz, Wiz feeling Matre's knife pass his spine. Both of them
savoring it. Enjoying it. His dick now at seven inches, nudging the
knife. Spurting. Wiz leaned back, his abs flexed as he did, showcasing his
perfect ringed navel on a perfect boy belly. Cum flung about it. Cum
gutters catching some of it, rivers of cum filling...

Matre wanted to keep his belly neutral, not soft, not resisting. Tightening
his abs, he enjoyed that. Then he let go and felt the brilliance of it
passing through untight flesh and muscle. Tight. Untight. Wiz shared his
feelings. Their minds met. "My magic to your magic. My mind to your
mind. My belly button pain to your bellybutton pain ! AHHHH!"

To Wiz it felt as if he were stabbing another person but also stabbing
himself. As if in a wet dream. Matre felt the same. Wiz experience Matre's
feeling of stabbing him and also of being stabbed while Matre felt Wiz
stabbing him and also felt as if he were stabbing himself. The boys were
one entity each stabbing the other side of the entity. Their minds and
bodies focused on and centered on the navel pain they were both
enduring. Wiz was over Matre, Matre plunging upward, extending his arm
fully and twisting his arm to cause maximum pain.

Trio faced much less than a billion but it was still a great number. Many
more bodies were strewn about the area. Thousands, millions. Some heaving
chests, pulsating bellies, throbbing cocks, drained shafts, spurting
dicks. Thrusting hips. Legs bent. Matre and Wiz's face appeared over the
scenes. Their eyes opened wide as his one while knives hit something vital
inside their guts at each other's...or their own hand...they let the new
burning pile up in their shafts and tried to ignore it.  "We have to hold
it till we're sure we can stop them all."

Matre AHHHEDDDED as the wave of chillingly warm beauty spread from his
navel to his chest and arms. He shook a bit. His knife was inside more and
more. Six inches in. Six inches out. His knife. His dick. His dick stuck
straight up. It stretched and tightened. It was long and
thick. Round. Throbbing. Red. Youthful. Pre cum was all bubbly around it.
He kept the knife going in. More and more.

"I...I..."  Matre telepathed, "I can't. I like it too much. I can't hold it
back. It...it's gonna cum. I'm gonna pop!"

"No!"  Wiz jerked his dick up and it flopped down and back up, hitting
Matre's hard abs, the vein hitting Matre's navel area but missing the knife
somehow. "Ignore it! Ignore the ones already dying...there's too many
against Trio. We have to make it toward them."

"We can't spread it that far over that many hot guys!"

"I know. It's not going to work. Trio, they will be slain."

Outside, Justin held his arms around Iokus and Kelli. "I know, boys. I
know. We love them. But there...there's nothing we can do. We just have
to...you know I love you."  Iokus opened his eyes and they were glowing
yellow. "I love you both."  Iokus blinked and the yellow turned to
red. "And I know you love Wiz and Trio and even Taylor, even though you
don't know him that long...and I ...he loves you both too, I can
tell. Love..."  Kelli opened his eyes. They were red..completely. Iokus and
Kelli looked at each other over Justin's shoulders and nodded. They
stared. They saw Wiz and Matre. "We just can't do much."  The tomb door
opened with the grinding sound that made Justin jump back. He nearly fell
but as he did, he realized the two boys, who should have been stunned or
fallen, stood still, unnaturally. Their hands were out at their thighs,
their fingers pointed out. They moved to the door. Justin was on his rump,
"Boys! Don't go inside! I don't know what's doing this to you but I don't
think it's you."

Kelli: "Justin, it is. It's us. It is us and you...your love. Wiz's
love. Matre's love. Taylor's love. Aoi. Pare. Sole. We all care for each
other. We have to help Wiz and Matre. Even others who helped them."

"I'm not sure what you mean," Justin jumped up.

"Don't interfere."  Kelli said, his eyes redder.

"I won't."

Iokus: "It is very far away."


Kelli: "We can reach Trio. If we combine and amplify, all of us together
boosting the others."


Inside, Matre and Wiz's eyes were completely glowing with red energy.

On the battle field, bodies of all shapes and sizes fell back with knives
in their buttons. Some fell on their stomachs, ripping vital navel
meat. Others took a long time to die. Wiz gasped, "Keep it cumming, Matre,
my knife fuck navel buddy. It's workin!"

Most of the arrow boys were dead but some were not. One arrow boy thought
he could find out how long it would take him to die with his own arrow
embedded in his gut hole. He figured he could live a very long time and die
nicely...his navel in pieces. He miscalculated and shot his bow and arrow
so fast into himself...almost a physical impossibility to pull off
...however magic was at work and also pulling off his pud. As the arrow
shot into him, simultaneously he shot his cum off like a speed jet
spray. The arrow killed his navel right away and him as well. The kid
slurped and fell. His belly button slurped and gave way to the hard wooden
shaft. Other warriors watched this.

A last arrow boy knew he could last longer than that. He knew it might take
him hours to die from the thick shaft in him. He pulled his bow back and
let his arrow go...only this time, this warrior arrow boy made it let go
ever so slowly. Step by step. Inch by inch. His hand shook and for a second
the arrow went in a bit faster. "Yulp! Yelp!"  The boy watched his arrow as
he regained control over it. It slid in a bit more at a time. Mere
fractions of an inch.

Thousands stuck themselves, creating new holes in their belly holes. Backs
fell as swords were thrust into navels. Warriors, puzzled, plugged their
own navels. Swords. Some fell on swords. Some held out swords and let their
comrades and lovers run onto them. Some used spears similarly. Bodies were
jerking. Bodies were urging to get plugged. Soon, urging to get off spears
and swords as they awoke to the fact that they stabbed themselves or had
their friends do it. Spears were flung as bellies waved them, stuck.  Cum
rose up some spears from the same source: the lower torso. Some of the cum
aligned. Some flew off. Swords, spears, and knives, arrows: all delved into
belly button meat and made some boys jerk their upper bodies back, some
doubled over in pain, some walked it off and died anyway.  A host of them
tried to die like proud young men warriors. Some died as victims in their
minds. A rain of cum from downed bodies scattered the air and at one moment
nearly blocked out the sunlight.

Matre moved his feet under his butt cheeks, his head rising up next to
Wiz's rather than letting it lay down. Before this, he bent his head to see
what was happening to him own belly, this making his upper abs flex. He sat
on his legs, every move making waves of new pain, as the knife found new
areas to tingle and to stimulate. As he changed his position, he and Wiz's
bodies now faced each other and bumped on each other. Their hips rocked
from side to side, their flesh met.

Wiz and Matre: this could be said about both of them as they used their
free hands to touch the other's body and then to hold their shoulders to
keep them from falling backward. Their buttons had many erogenous
zones. They hit every one and made some new ones. Wiz tugged out a bit and
sent the knife back in faster now and faster and faster...he used both
hands on the hilt. Which was buried deep in Matre's button.  He heard the
sounds from the throat that the wolf boy made when being restuck. It
pleased him. It also pleased Matre. The sounds one cannot control when they
are being put to the blade.  Matre's head shook back and forth and Wiz's
looked up at the ceiling. When they came back to level, it was with each
other. They caught each other's gaze.

The entire blade of each knife was in them both. Tightened stomachs, they
felt it with ab muscles. Good. It felt so fucking good. Matre tried to bend
over, his head leaning down toward his spurting dick. He opened his mouth
and caught his own cum from his burning dick slit which parted with a white
sea of pure thickness. He had his eyes shut.

Wiz took his free hand off Matre's shoulder and directed his head to his
own. Lips to lips. Matre showed his fangs. All the while, they were both
jabbing the knife in and out, in and out, in and out.  "UGH! GHUT! GUT!
AHHHGAFAAK!"

"UFFFGGNN!"

They kissed. Deeply. Matre licked Wiz's tongue.

Outside on the battle field, a flurry of comments.

"Oh my gut hole!"

"Ogh! Belly button is on fire!"

"Like it deep in there, doesn't fit though! My outtie's gone!"

"Damn, I'm gonna out live ya all!"


"Fuck it hurts! Make it stop! Make it stop!"

"Donnwanna die! Shit! This sucks!"

"Feels fine to meeeeeeeeeeee....puahh!"

"Pahhhhh!"

"I can outlast you by an hour."

"Look at my dick! Urhhh! It reacts to the....ohhhhhhagggg!"

"NNNNNNNNN!"

"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrah!"

Matre, Wiz, Kelli, and Iokus's faces formed one face over the battle field.

"WHY am I doing THIS?"  a totally nude youth with two swords asked.

"I don't know! Why?"  another nude youth answered.

The first took both his swords and put the hilt into the dirt and then he
did a push up over them and stuck his navel ---both points going in. "Oh
feels so good, that's why!"  He was stuck on the swords. He managed to
grunt and push himself up again, off the swords, the belly button coming
off the steel with a splashing, hearty meat sound. He did another push up
after another and kept doing it until he landed one last time and could not
push off. "Oh man, I wanna git off this but I can...can...can't..." his
dick was rushing its fluids out from under him and he had cummed twice
while actually pushing up so this was the third time. "NOOOO! I didn't
wanna! I'm only 14 and bright!"

The other one laughed at him but he had his knives out and plunged them
into his own navel. "WHY DIDA DO DAT!?"  His knives were so far into his
stomach, which caved in, that they were now out his back.

Two spear men speared each other for no reason. Two sword men looked at
each other and then stabbed each other. Another one stabbed himself, not
having anyone to stab.

"Sorry, didn't mean to!"

"Me, neither but die in my arms!"

"Gladly ! EEEEEE!"

"I stab at thee!"

"No, but you're my brothaaaaahhhh!"

And so it went.

Trio's looks changed as they saw rows of boys lay flat legged on their
knives, the point stuck into their navels, from every angle one can
imagine. Some laid on them with the knife directly sticking up. Others lay
from a squatting position. Some has a 45 degree angle. Others made the
knife bite into their upper belly through their upper navel. Others did the
reverse. Some made the knife go in sideways from left to right and others
did the complete opposite. Every one of them made sounds as if it were
painful and yet sounds that seemed to indicate they were enjoying it,
sometimes the same sounds issuing forth both feelings. Some yelped, clearly
regretting their decision to off themselves.

"I want to kill me self."

"Me, too!"

"We do together, aye?"

"Sure!"

Two cute guys slew each other with knives. One had a bandana tied around
his purple hair.

A tanned guy with multi colored natural hair, both blond and wooden red in
hair, stood high on a rock that had a flat top. The rock sides had to be
about seven feet off the ground. He was very muscled and that washboard ab
effect. He looked about 18 and was very tall and glistened in the sun. Aoi
looked at him, "Oh, shit!"  The kid had a very long spear and he put it
down, end on the ground and off the rock. He stuck the point under his
navel and then rubbed it up into the navel.

"Yeah," the 18 year old said, "Right there!"  With the word "there" he
jumped and dangled in the air, off the rock face. His belly went up into
himself as the spear plunged through him.

Aoi ran to the spear and held it up, "High there! Hope this makes ye suffer
more! Enjoy!"

The naked 18 year old had a huge dick and it was blown to all girth and
heights. Now it rained an umbrella of cum as the kid jerked, arms and legs
waving in the air. He hasn't expected to stay in the air this long.
"AWWWWWNAAWWWW!"

Aoi held it with both hands and leaned it on his shoulder but then let it
drop sideways. The kid's back landed with it flat against the rock
wall---the same rock he jumped from. His belly was caught between rock and
spear. But it was too late, he had already fallen so much onto the spear
that it was through him. Aoi made sure he moved the spear all around to
make mush out of the kid's belly, "Take that, older warrior boy!"

The boy screamed once and then his head rolled to one side and Aoi unstuck
him and he fell. Aoi turned to stab another boy but that boy stabbed
himself. "Aw, tis is no fun. They all killin themselves!"

"I know," Sole laughed.

Sole stepped on the bare back of a hot 15 year old with long semi blond
hair, semi red hair. He stepped and the kid gasped, his belly lowering due
to Sole's foot, onto a long thick knife point that was in the ground and
pointed up into his navel. He yelped with a sort of Irish accent, "ME
BELLI!! ME BELLI!"

Taking off all his clothes, Pare just wanted to sit on a higher rock face
and watch the deaths. He would have loved popcorn. He saw many wonders that
day as muscle men, teen warriors, teen gladiators freed to take part, boy
warriors who were to only stick the wounded, soldiers, all races and
nationalities, all kind of bodies, died on knife, spear, or sword or all
three. He didn't know where to look first. As he sat, he put his hands back
on the rock to support himself. He didn't have to do anything to his
dick. It rose of its own accord and began to cum. "NNNggg! Ngaggugh!
Naaahahahhh!"  He was having the time of his life.

Much time passed. Matre leaned over onto Wiz; Wiz onto Matre. Life seemed
to go out of them both. Their hands stopped moving. Their arms fell down
and their hands let go of the knives first. They held each other up by
sheer body force. Their dicks were shooting even now, almost eternal
fountains of white foaming up perpetually. They shook. Iokus and Kelli's
eyes stopped glowing. They were watching Matre and Wiz. They passed out and
landed under the speared body of Taylor.

Most of the warriors were dead too. There were many others that held out
very long. A virtual wind of death sounds filled the air. Dying
sounds. Huffs. Grunts. Yelps. Brief sounds of hope that one would live and
that it wasn't too bad. It was bad and not one would live. The one that
lived the longest was the arrow boy who wanted to live for five hours. He
beat it by five more minutes.

The sun was going down and night moved in on the strange shadowy images of
thousands upon thousands of bodies, some still propped up against each
other, some against rocks, some belly to belly, cum sticking in between. A
few parted, strands of drying cum connecting them. Many just dropped. Slide
down mount pain. Sunlight began to wane across the scene as the darkness
filled the silhouettes. Glares from weapons vanished. A few penises, some
on very dead warriors, shot loose. Some had tried to hold it in for a long
time, hoping to let it build up. Maybe a few thought if they held in their
sperm, they could cling to life longer or totally. They were
wrong. Splashdowns occurred all over. Dead bodies cumming. Dying bodies
cumming. Then after the second to last one died, that arrow boy, letting go
with a long lasting gusher of air and cum, air from his mouth, cum from his
dick...there was no movement.

"Dead," Aoi said after five hours and seven minutes, "They are all finally
dead."

"But that was strange," Sole nodded, "Like some bloodlust came over them."

"Cam is right, I like to, too, hey one still a live..."  Smiling and
shutting his eyes, Aoi squirted his own orgasm over a dying youth and
watched as the white drops coated and rained over his muscular hairless
side. The kid was sideways and still breathing. Aoi bent down and uses his
knife to line the kid's abs and then square it off in the kid's navel to
finish him off. The kid stirred but not much, moaned but only a little.

Aoi shot another load on the kid's shoulder and let it cascade over the
youth's shoulder onto the smallish chest and nipples, some spreading down
to the lats and dripping from there around and down to navel.


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. It was day light again.

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...


"This is ...just like before," Sole nodded, "Hey, Matre. It must have been
Matre."

Pare came to them, jabbing a spear deeply into a body that tried to rise,
hearing a satisfying yelp from the guy as he jerked it into his navel,
"Maybe this time he survived, too?"

"Yah, I hope so," Sole said.

Aoi nodded, "I don't know how he projected this far or to this many but he
saved our asses again."


Wiz came to life. He was leaning on a hot boy body. Wiz gasped and unstuck
Matre's belly. Stirring from slumber and watched over by Justin, Kelli and
Iokus put out their hands. Energy flew to the spear that embedded the dead
body of Taylor. Taylor fell off the spear and landed on his back. He was
now nude. His dick had torn off his loin cloth. He stirred as the boys
passed out again. "nnnnnnnn."

"Guys, it's been almost a full day! I thought you'd never rise!"  Justin
was over the boys. He looked at Taylor, "You're alive!"

"I am...I am...but how...am I? I am..."


Wiz was with Matre and unstuck his own belly, moving Matre's wrist away
from his navel. He stared and saw the energy healing him. His eyes stopped
glowing and he was wide eyed with what was happening. Matre passed out
backwards and Wiz laid him down. "What the hell?"  He vanished. He found
himself with Trio. "Did you say my name backwards?"

"Yes," Sole said.

"Glad you didn't do it a few moments earlier. I wouldn't have been able
to..."

"Cause all this?"  Aoi motioned around, his foot on the shoulder of a
groaning guy. He turned the guy over and dropped a spear point into the
guy's navel. The guy folded and gagged to his death. His dick shot.

"Thanks," Sole hugged Wiz.

"Wasn't just me. One more thing. I think, with the help of your friend
Matre and well, Kelli and Iokus..."

"They helped, too?"  Sole asked, "Kelli and Iokus with Matre in that tomb?
That was much too dangerous...they should never have entered that tomb..."

"I know, I know, but I haven't much time to debate with you all but you
know those two boys and what they're like...thing is with their help, Matre
and I did it and still I have just enough energy left over to reanimate at
least one of your allies..."  Wiz spoke fast.

""

"C'mon, who will it be?"  Wiz asked.

Pare jumped down, naked, "Hiya Wiz!"

"Hi Pare!"

"Can you decide which of your allies..."

Sole nodded, "How can we when so many of our allies gave it their all
today. Saved us. Died for us. Put their entire lives into it and lost...for
us."

Wiz shrugged, his dick dripping cum, "Welp, you gotta pick one of em, or
none of em will."

Aoi went through the list of their allies, "Gep, Barka, Hen, Ill, Fam, Cok,
like the name Cock. Clay? Dell? Marcus? How can we pick? It's just not
right. It'll take us hours..."

Pare: "I know. Roj, of course."

"He did die last," Sole agreed.

"Quick then, where's his body?"

"Roj?" Sole and Aoi said at the same time. Neither thought of the little
guy. They liked him, sure, but the others were instrumental in giving Trio
time..and were leaders... Roj was a basic newcomer.

Sole nodded, "Say, why not? He saved our lives just as much as the others."

"More than," Pare puffed.

"Yeah, and besides, he's quite hot," Aoi nodded. "I agree."

Wiz nodded back, "No time to waste."  He straddled Roj's body and began to
jerk himself over the boy's chest...huge waves of cum split from Wiz's hole
as Wiz shook his hips and pelvis. He rained his life juice over Roj's
chest, stomach, navel, filled the gutters of Roj's six pack with white
gel. His balls felt good as they rubbed against Roj's lowest of low...Roj's
treasure trail and the base of his dead lifeless cock, stirring life in
Wiz's balls and the base of his undercock. The warmth spread from Wiz to
Roj, Roj's lifeless body being the source of it as the rubbing brought life
to Wiz again and again, an energy shot up the shaft from there and spread
to Roj's balls and shaft...Wiz thought Roj's navel hole throbbed back into
life and it did seem to be healing...Wiz rocked and rocked, shook and
shook, every direction, every way, chilled, warmed, feverish, sweating,
nipples hard and dripping sweat...

Pare watched biting his lip.  Aoi watched, "I love this."  Sole smiled,
"Me, too. I love Wiz."

Time went by. Cum was on Roj's upper lip, then dropped between, pooling in
the thin line between lips, another volley hit Roj's lower lip. A cum blast
hit over one of the closed eyelids. Another covered Roj's neck and chest. A
nipple vanished under Wiz-cum. Wiz put his dick, shaking into Roj's almost
healed, half butchered navel and shoved, "UNGGH! GUGN! UGH! UGGGG!
UKKKFFFFUKA!"  He did this several times. He backed his ass to Roj's balls
again and back to his thick legs. He rose up and cam across Roj's hot six
pack...lines covering the abs like icing on a cake. Wiz kept on trying and
chanting...


The sun was setting again and as Wiz chanted over and over and over, all
the life drained out of him. "What is it? Is it too long?"  Sole asked.

"That and...I'm really, really ready to drop," Wiz stated.  He gulped, "I'm
sorry. I just don't think I got here in time. Plus, the energy only goes so
far and I don't even know if it's pre-ordained."

"Should we try one of the others, then?"  Aoi asked. "Or let their bodies
all just go?" He smirked. "Spirits be at the other world already?"

"Naw," Wiz huffed, the entire spirit of exhaustion wrapping his tight
little bod, getting off Roj's belly.  "If it was going to happen to him I'm
not entirely sure but I think it...it would have already and time's too far
gone for the others..." Wiz leaned in and kissed Roj's lips, "I'm...I'm
sorry," he said, parting lips with the thick lipped boy. As he got up, he
nearly fell.

Sole caught him, "Watch it. There're weapons on the ground that could still
hurt ya."  Sole gently put Wiz down so that Wiz could sit.

From over his head and the other side, Pare put both hands out and spread
Wiz cum over Roj's boy belly and rubbed them into the navel. He then leaned
on the stomach and put his head down to the head of Roj. He also pressed
lips to lips, "Goodbye, brave warrior boy. I thank you."  He dropped a few
tears that mingled on the neck with Wiz cum. Roj seemed to have a
smile. Pare felt Aoi's gentle hand on his shoulder. Aoi helped him up and
hugged him, their warm bodies together feeling good. They both kissed each
other all over and then turned in arms to see Sole over Roj now and Sole,
too, kissed him.

"We will never forget you," Sole said.

"Guys," wanting to leave, Wiz leaned on Sole's spear that he stuck in the
ground, "Guys, I am too tired to telepath, let alone teleport myself, let
alone teleport all of us---we're gonna..."  he was having to talk with
great effort, "Hafta walk. Can we start out now? I wanna get away from all
these lifeless bods."

"You DO look like you need a rest." Sole stood up from Roj's body, "I'll
carry you, dude."

"Oh, great," Wiz said and, puffing, climbed on Sole's back as the great
blond leaned down for him to do just that. "Love you."


In the tomb, Justin shook the boys, who began to wake up again. Taylor
stood up and found a fallen sword. "I am...I am Kiko!"


After Trio left and night passed, Roj's eyes opened and he gasped jerking
awake. "UUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHH!"  he sat up and put his hands out to lean
on. "What the fuck? Trio? They ..."  he stood up and nearly fell. "What
the? I gave my life for those fuckers and they..they fucking up and left
me. Typical. I'll find them again."  He used a spear in the ground to pull
himself up and start walking.


"Kiko and I slay all those who akin to Trio!"  Taylor lifted the sword up
over Justin's unsuspecting head as he tried to revive the two boys!


TO BE CONTINUED...


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