Date: Sun, 27 Apr 2008 01:08:43 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO  14

Four guys were left facing Sole, who was tired now. The four were
hesitant. After all they had just seen him slay four of their comrades. Aoi
and Pare were moving up in the water to help him. Sole moved to one side to
get away from the four and leveled the spear at them as they came at
him. They tried all at once. Sole lifted one up by his belly on the tip of
his spear but the other three were getting around him. Suddenly a man came
running from over a dune and had a long sword and yelled. He drop kicked
one, flinging himself into the water and used his sword to stab the guy
even before either of them got up.

The guy was named Simon and he had a broad back and shoulders, stomach of
steel, a bulbous belly button and muscled all over him. He seemed
unbeatable. The guy laid on his side with Simon's sword stuck in his belly
button and water rushed into his open wound. Simon pulled it out as Sole
pulled out his spear. One guy got behind Sole and got him in a head lock,
"Gut him! Gut him! Gut him now before he..."  Simon jerked himself up and
got behind this guy and put a knife between Sole's back and this guy's
belly. Sole closed his eyes as he felt the guy's belly contents spill over
his back, warm and gushy. Simon was gutting this guy from behind. The youth
flung his head back and huffed. Then he put his head forward onto Sole's
and Sole's neck. "Help me!"

"You deserve it," Sole snapped, "Enjoy it."

"I...I am. I think I..I like itttttahhh!"

While using his own chest to feel up this guy's back, Simon gutted the guy
and with his sword held off the other guy who was left. The dude dropped
from between Simon and Sole and then Simon looked at the scared youth who
was left.  He lowered his sword and the youth seemed to want to try a
charge. Simon was intimidating him; Pare and Aoi watched this and smiled,
knowing it. The youth moved at Simon who moved his sword down again but
then back up. The youth moved back, then recharged. Simon held his sword up
and caught the youth in the bare belly button. The youth fell onto the
point more. Simon didn't even have to move the sword in. But he did
anyway. "My name is Simon," he told the trio before the last youth was even
still. In fact, their kills were still moaning to their salt water
deaths. Simon had had numerous adventures of his own between being freed
from Nolo's arena and finding this beach with the Trio on it. He wanted to
get out of this "hit" on the Trio but had this belt of pain on.

Aoi came forward, "Why are you helping us?"

"Helped him," Simon said.

"He didn't need it," Pare snarled.

"That's not the way I saw it," Simon smiled.

"No," Sole said, "I didn't but...I am grateful for the help anyway."  He
held out his hand and when Simon's met it, he shook Simon's hand.

"You seemed a bit tired of the killing..."  Simon said.


"None of us gets tired of that," Pare snapped. "You might have done that to
get us to like you, like be on our side, umbre."

"We don't have time for this or for you," Aoi snapped.

"We have to catch up with one of us...one of us was taken," Sole
puffed. "Let's get our clothes."

Simon smiled, his British accent underlining his tone, "Why do you have to?
Get your clothes I mean? I like you three just the way you are."  All three
were nude and dripping cum. They hadn't even touched themselves. The battle
was such that it just happened without a touch.

Pare smiled to Aoi, "Didcha like the way I dispatched Marshall Macho?"

Aoi walked a bit ahead of him, "Yeah, I almost heard the song I NEED A
HERO."

"You too, huh?"  Pare said.

As the Trio put what little clothing they wore on, Simon told them, "Look I
can help you find them."

"No thanks," Sole said, "We work alone..."

"Usually," Pare added.

"Why should we trust you, you a guy who came out of no where..."  Aoi said.

"Look, cause I know who it is that is after him," Simon said in his thick
British accent, "And because I am bigger than all three of you."

They laughed. Sole snorted, "You think because of muscles we are weaker in
a fight?"

"I didn't mean that," Simon said, putting his hands up. "Just that I know
this guy that wants the boy and he has some large numbers of guys after you
all."  The invisible belt began to poke the sharp point that was aimed at
Simon's belly button into it. He winced but tried to ignore the tip that
nudged into his flesh. Any time Simon even seemed to think of helping the
Trio or seemed to be on their side and going against Nolo, the invisible
belt of pain, ordered by Nolo but also fashioned by the reluctant magic boy
known only as the Seer, would tighten. Pare had guessed the plan already:
to gain confidence after the first wave of attacks would be put down...and
Tarn knew the first attack would fail. Trio was too good. Simon's chore was
to kill them once and for all.

"How'd you find out about him?"  Aoi asked.


On the dunes far off, Caliph and Rul saw the Boy and the Seer coming toward
them. Caliph laughed, "We won. There they are."

Rul bit his lip, "Damn! I wanted ta put mine in the trio's three bellies!"


Caliph saw the look of terror on the Seer, "Come here now, boy. Bring him
to me...to us."

A pale boy with blue eyes that turned green at times amid an innocent face
was the Seer. He wore a small white shoulder cape on him and it was a bit
down his back behind. Bare stomach and back otherwise. Small white sweats
that were cut off at the knees and a red pull tie at the waist which was
untied so that the flaps hung down, revealing more bare, hairless belly. He
had on ankle bracelets and wrist bands of blue. His boots were purple. He
had straight hair that seemed gelled down the sides of his ears in side
burns and behind his ears longer there. His head had a v down his forehead
like Eddie Munster on the Munsters TV show. He had the nicest of flat
barely innie, almost outtie navels with a few lines in it. It almost had
that octopus effect but not quite. With him was the small boy known only as
Boy. This Boy didn't talk, for he was in some kind of shock state but
everyone seemed to want him for the mysteries of this dimension as well as
its link to Earth may be within this Boy. He had a wide open face with big
round brown eyes and short brown hair. He wore a plaid vest, a button down
white shirt, and olive green shorts, school boy black socks and polished
black shoes. He stared almost sightlessly but he could see and things were
being noted in his eyes' mind.

The Seer, over the dune with the Boy, went wide eyed. For behind Caliph and
Rul was a giant army as far as the eye could see. An army of boys, all
shapes and sizes. All ready to prove themselves, all ready to kill and all
had silvery glinting weapons in their hands: spears, knives, and swords,
also of all shapes and sizes, some with two points, three, four, and
more. Some with points meeting in the middle, some with opposing points.
Some just old fashioned style. All bare, or nearly bare, with skimpy loin
cloths, thongs, gi strings, leather shorts, and rags tied at the back.
Looking every which way, the Seer didn't know which move to make. Each
"warrior" had on a wry smile, each slightly shaking, ready to fight, to
kill, to plunge. Eager to make their mark on a boy belly...specifically the
belly of any one or all of the Trio. The Seer held the Boy's small hand,
"You have us, you don't need to fight them now. I brought him to you.
So...so just let them live, okay?"

Caliph smiled, "Since when do you give me orders? Our orders, my orders are
to kill the Trio one way of another and since..."  He took out his curved
serrated knife, "...it seems the first wave failed...as it was meant to and
the trio are lulled into thinking they have some breathing space...it is
the perfect time for me and my army here to gut them dead!"

"If you can," the Seer said.

"Oh we can," Rul took out a knife in his right hand and hefted it up into
the air and a sword in the other and swished it through the air.


Coming over the dune now, Aoi said back to Simon, who was behind him, "Look
we don't need your helllll....llloooo," he stopped as he saw the army in
front of him.

Sole took out his spear from its shaft on his back, "Okay, I see that Seer
kid you mentioned Simon and the Boy..."

Pare unsheathed his sword with a loud shhhhhhhhhing sound, "And about a
million guys juiced up to kill us!"


Simon took out his sword and held another sword, one he picked up from one
of the dead guys they just slew, "Should I leave now?"

Aoi turned to look at him as Simon made a groaning sound. He saw Simon's
navel change shape, seemingly pushing in on itself as if some invisible
point were moving into its hot depths. "Are you doing that?"

Simon squirmed and almost bent over, "No, I'm fine...I better be for
this..."

"Jitters?"  Pare asked, "Maybe you'd better sit this one out."

"No," Sole said, "We need him. We will take that help from you Simon, if
that is you still want to give it."

"We don't need it," Aoi snapped and turned back as the warrior boys ahead
began to circle around them all.

"We don't but we'll take it," Sole snapped back, "And I mean it, Aoi, I
want him!"

Simon said, "Don't argue over meeeeeee...ohawawwhGGRRRR!"  He could feel
his belly being invaded by the spike pointing into his navel from the belt
of pain, the invisible belt of pain. He tried to straighten up and did for
a bit but this made the spike bite into his belly button even more. "I...I
can...nnnnggghhhh!"

"He's one of them," Aoi said, "He..his belly button is changing shape or
something..."

"It's a torture device," Simon doubled over, "If I go
against...sttttaahhhhh! Againsttttttttttittt....Nolo, it'll kill me I
guess..."

"Help us?"  Pare asked, staring as the warriors slowly moved at them from
all sides.

"But I can take outttttta few offfoafffffff em before I
sucummmmmmmmmmbbbbbbahhhhh!"

The Seer saw this and waved his hand in a triangular motion. The belt of
pain became visible. "Look at that!"  Sole saw it.

"It's killing me now!!!!!"  Simon said and almost fell back.

The Seer said, more to himself than anyone else, "No, it is not."  He made
another motion and the belt vanished completely, leaving Simon's navel a
bit sore and cut but bouncing back.

Caliph didn't care, "I don't care what that little brat is doing. Kill him
and kill the four of them but make sure no harm comes to the Boy! Kill
them---the Trio and Simon now! And kill that voodoo albino Seer too!"

The Seer huddled to the Boy, "I never saw him so mad. I guess I will be
seeing you..."


As warrior boys came at the Seer and the Boy, a strange form appeared. It
was a boy, a bit older than the Seer and much older than the Boy. It was
the Trio's friend, Wiz.  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 spiky and cut short in
front. In back, he did not have his usual long braid, his hair was down and
thin and silky but filled the sides of his head , smooth and long, hanging
loosely between his fine shoulder blades and wrapping around his
shoulders. 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. 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, which seemed sucked in somewhat...but in a natural
look, was a small circular target covering, yellow and black with a five
pointed star. It was held by string, far below a navel offset into a fine
smooth 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. "uh, these two are mine!"

Aoi, Pare, and Sole smiled at the sight of Wiz. Simon was feeling his navel
up with his fingers.

Wiz waved his hands in front of two young boys about to stab him and the
Seer with swords. They stabbed each other in their fine young belly
buttons. A third tried to reach behind Wiz with a long spear but Wiz waved
and he, the Seer, and the Boy vanished from the spot they were on. After
they vanished, the spear point was the wrong way around. It faced the boy
who held the spear. He looked puzzled at it and saw it as it slid of its
own accord and entered his freckled belly button. "What the
fuckkkkkkkkkaaaaaerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrraahhhhhhhhhhh!"  The spear went in and he
fell back onto his butt, his legs folded behind him. "Noooooooooooo!"

The army closed in on the Trio and Simon now. Rul pointed his sword one way
for hundreds of boys to follow behind others who were working their way to
the side of the four boys. Caliph snarled, "The boys may have gotten away
but my boys will kill you four! NOW KILL ALL FOUR OF THEM and try to make
it slowly!"

A larger boy, Mallory, with much height and orange hair, spiked, and
freckles on his belly around his large outtie navel, saw he was closest to
Pare, who was nearest Sole. He wore a leather loin cloth of brown that just
barely covered his penis, which grew wet with anticipation. With him were
sixteen others, to either side. He held his flat sword which had great
width and a large point at the top up at Pare, ready to strike.  His sword
arm flexed.


Sole was already cutting through the bellies of oncoming boys. He used his
spear to swish through several bellies at once. He created a horizontal arc
with his spear, cutting through navels from hip to hip. Twelve boys looked
at what they felt at the guts from hip bone to hip bone. One knew he was
dead already and just sunk down. There were others behind him ready to
replace him. Six others thought they were just wounded and that they would
move on with their attack. Four of those six looked down at their bellies
and found open wounds larger than they expected. Guts hung
out. Intestines. Their navel stalks were dangling. Hands went to abs to
hold everything in but couldn't. Hands sunk into stomachs. Swishy
sounds. Then the ohhhhs and ahhhhhs started. A few boys screamed. The other
two of those six didn't know they were wounded mortally and kept coming at
Sole, waving their swords at him. One had a spear in the other hand. Sole
cut it in half and kept his spear moving in...in...in...in...IN at the
boy's upper abs. The boy looked now and saw his belly button gone. He shut
his eyes and gulped. Sole cut his upper abs out and ripped sideways to stab
the other boy who didn't even know his belly was cut badly. This last one
went down thinking this sideways stab to his heart was the one that did him
in. He fell in a huffing heap. The others who were cut watched him but
before they could realize it, guys from behind them, knocked into them in
their desire to get to Sole, Pare, Aoi,and Simon. The rest of the guys Sole
already swish speared, went down from the slightest hit from their comrades
behind them. One was knifed in the back by one of his own warrior friends
who knew he was already gut cut and just wanted to get him out of the way
to get to Sole.

"Get outta my way, waste!"  The long brown haired kid shoved his knife deep
into the bony back of his shaved headed friend and pulled out.

"You didn't....didcha?"  The friend fell as he tried to turn around and he
continued to fall but instead of falling forward, his turning, made him
fall onto his back.

The guy that fell thought his abs were intact still and he tried to flex
them to resist what he thought was about to come next. He thought
right...the sword was about to get him in the belly gut but he also thought
wrong: there were no more abs for him to flex.

With his sword, his "friend" stabbed down into his butchered guts, "Just
get outta my way and shut up!"

"Ohhhhhhhh! Glad it be you that slay meeeeeeeeeeehuh!"

"Fool!"  The friend said and pulled his sword out with a snarl on his lips
that showed he didn't respect his friend. He marched forward but Simon's
sword hit his navel and went in, sliding in, in what seemed an ever slowly
death slide. But it wasn't. It was fast.

"No luxury for fun," Simon said in his face as the bigger Simon pushed
forward, Aoi near him, killing his share of brave hearted foolish boys. Aoi
seemed to hold out his sword in every direction...or any direction...and
rushing kids ran onto it, slicing their own navel material. Aoi just had to
pull out in some cases but in most cases, the fool hardy warrior driven
kids just fell off his sword, sliding back to their huffing, kicking
deaths.

The "friend" seemed surprised that he could be cut so easily. Standing for
a full minute after Simon unslid his sword out of his tender boyish bod,
the friend finally fell, not moving his hands from their position. He
finally dropped his sword and went down onto his knees. Then onto his
belly. He squirmed near his friend who was not dead yet. They died side by
side, moaning and orgasming together. Pulling his dick out, the friend cam
on the thigh of the pal he stabbed twice, once in the back and once in the
guts. They both moaned in pleasure and would die as one. Before they did,
however, their own guys stepped on them, they felt Aoi and Simon also step
onto them a bit.


Simon used both his swords to trip up two boys who were trying to come at
him from different angles. All they found as they fell over the moaning
bodies of two comrades, were Simon's sword at their belly buttons. The boys
tripped and fell right onto Simon's points. Simon just held the points and
let the lightweight bodies slide onto his sword.... "Ahhh, gently," Simon
said and then tilted his sword a bit and let the two boys, twins, fall off.

"Offffff!"

"Fuck! Damn, I ran onto it! Kilt myselfffffaaaaaahhhhhhh!
Fuckerrrraaaahhhhh!"

The twins joined the other two and got caught between the dead and dying
bodies. They cam also.

Pare began to spin in one spot. The boys near him with their weapons saw a
blur.  Pare held out his knife and his sword. This confused many of the so
called warriors. They thought they could get in close to avoid the knife
but didn't count on the sword. Spinning, Pare killed many of them, who died
on their feet as he spun. Mallory, a redhead, saw many boys falling, their
eyes already shut. Guts fell out. The blur passed a wide circle of kids who
were eager to hack at Sole from behind.  The entire circle fell holding
their sliced guts. Hip to hip fell out.  "Falll back a bit! He's spinning
and that'll kill all of us if we don't..."

Mallory saw the blur stop...in front of him. "Watch out for him! No!"

Pare smiled, "Yes!"  Pare drove his knife right into Mallory's belly button
and kept it going. He then stuck out his sword sideways to stab a kid
rushing to help Mallory, his lover. The kid ran onto the sword full force
and when he looked down after throwing his head back, he saw nothing at his
belly button but the hilt of Pare's sword, which was fully in and almost
all of it was through him! This black haired beauty kid was handsome but
Pare didn't notice. He was too into shoving his knife into Mallory's
freckled belly button. "Yes! Yes! Sink that in there!"  Pare threw the kid
lover off his sword and swished out to slice a few others that tried to
come after him. "It was a quickie but a goodie. Die quicker than most I've
killed, red!"

"My name was Mallory of Ireland."

"Well, Mallory of Ireland, enjoy!"  Pare shoved the knife out and kicked
Mallory aside. Mallory went down with a thud, a groan and several
splashes...one of his dick head cumming to a rise and a wet jerk off...the
other his belly as his hands went to it to hold it all in..and
failed. Mallory fell sideways, his head perpendicular to his lover's
head. They died slowly that way as the battle raged around them and ON
them. Each time someone stepped on them, it brought them out of their
pleasure dying and into a yelping of pain. Real pain. The pain in their gut
holes was rising to an intensity of such burning that they succumbed to
that before anyone could do any more damage. "Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhyeahhhhhhh!"

Sole saw archers readying arrows. He hefted his spear in the middle and
spun as the arrows came at him and Pare. Boys who were previously
struggling to pull bows as far as they could to release the sticks of death
on unsuspecting prey's belly button holes, now relaxed, warm in the fact
that they dished out death from far away from the action. Their muscles and
tight bellies did their work to pull the arrows on the bows and shoot,
jerking. As they let them fly, many felt their penises flop and go straight
at the thought. The arrows, hit by Sole's churning spear, flew at the proud
archers. Chests out. Nipples hard. Bellies caught by their own arrows in
most cases. Sunk in deep. Boys used both hands to grip arrow shafts. They
struggled, their arms flexing as they thought they could keep the arrows
from sinking deeper. They could but it didn't matter. The points were
shafted in deep enough to be their end. Some fell right away in their
pain. Some stayed up for a long time. Others were just forgotten about by
the rest. One fell onto his belly and the arrow, sticking straight into his
navel, went sideways, ripping out one side for going sideways along his
hip. The boy jerked more from that and grabbed at the arrow with only one
hand now. His head jerked up from the ground and back to his neck. He
flopped his head back down and his shoulders shrugged as his forehead met
the ground and reconciled with his cuming death at the arrow he shot out.

Simon yelled, "There's too many of them!"

Aoi said, "Just keep stabbing and having fun!"  He stuck his sword into a
boy's belly and tossed his knife into a kid behind him that was trying to
stab him with a spear from behind. As that kid fell, Aoi grabbed the spear
from his hands and flung it into a guy who was on his left side ready to
throw a spear at him. The spear went loose and Aoi caught that spear,
"Changing of the spears!"  He used that spear to stab a kid to his left
while using his sword to stab yet another kid to his right. But he knew
Simon was correct: there may be too many to kill...

TO BE CONTINUED...