Date: Thu, 01 May 2008 08:13:51 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO 16

Rul was coming up behind Aoi, Sole, and Pare, pressing past his own
warriors, yelling to them to stay back. Then he saw luck: a group of about
ten more muscled men were coming up to the Trio. He didn't think these
older guys would be able to kill the three boys but he knew that the muscle
giants would keep Trio busy enough for him to sneak behind them and stab
them in their backs.  He snatched a spear from one kid, "Give me that and
you..."  He pointed to a kid with a sword, "You follow me and me only....be
prepared to kill the Oriental one on my word, understand?"

This kid, bulkier, named Opr, and proud, said, "Sounds like a plan. You can
count on me!"

Rul said, "Good, c'mon, let's slay the Trio! Now!"

Rul and this bulky but muscled kid moved at the backs of the Trio as they
faced the ten in front of them....Rul had his spear trained on Sole's back
and his sword at Pare's dark tanned back. The bulky kid, Opr, had his
sword, a thick affair of metal, trained at the brown back of Aoi.

Black haired and Japanese, Rul was good looking and slight, but
muscular. There was only a thin vine around his lower hips, holding the
thinnest of cloths between his legs and behind on his butt. His thick legs
gave him gravity toward the Trio. He also wore an ankle bracelet on his
right ankle. He had short hair but two hanging pieces in front which waved
with the wind and the heat of the battle.

Sole moved his spear toward a short but stocky muscle man who had a crewcut
of brown hair. The guy moved his sword toward Sole's spear but Sole faked
him out and stabbed the guy to the muscle man's right...a taller Spanish
guy with thick eyelashes and eyebrows and a smooth but well cut abdominal
set. His square jaw opened and could say nothing as Sole's spear went in
and then stopped as Sole chopped out with his other hand to cut the thin,
slim guy to this one's right...a tattooed younger guy with punky brown hair
and a blue vest on and blue denim cut offs. The stocky muscle man was taken
back by this since Sole was so close to him. But soon, seconds, in fact, he
recovered and moved at Sole. Sole slid his spear deeper into the guy's
navel that he was sticking but then literally ripped it out the guy's side,
across the already cut stomach of the second guy--the Spanish man---he
stuck and at the muscle man. He found the muscle man's VERY large gaping
belly button and stuck in but the force of the running bulk stabbed the guy
onto Sole's spear--as he ran onto it. "Yeah," Sole said, "Yeah!"

Pare didn't hesitate. He was moving as close as possible to the muscle
guys.He leaned forward so far that he was at the chest of a tall, wide, and
thick muscle guy who had long blond hair with a brown strip down the center
of his head and green eyes. The blond was smirking at Pare's efforts, "You
cannot hope to out power me, little one...for I..."

"Do a lot of talking!"  Pare had his knife in the blond's bumpy guts. He
shoved and shoved deeper and deeper.

"For...for IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!"


"Dieieieieieieieieieieie!"  Pare imitated the blond. With his sword in his
left hand, he swung out at the overly freckled guy to his left and the guy,
ramming his whole body at Pare and the blond found his navel invaded by the
sword. He didn't get a chance to swing his own sword at Pare. It fell to
the ground...or onto a body there. It found flesh instead of ground.
Another yelp. Yells filled the air. Pare pulled out both knife and sword
and let the big bodies fall. His knife arched back as he swung back and the
knife found the lower belly of a smaller Filipino man with no fat on his
body at all. The man was coming up behind him to stab him but found himself
gutted from lower belly through behind his navel and out his upper abs.
Pare was doing this while not even facing the guy. "Oh, I gotta see this!"
He turned around and twisted his knife in the upper abs as he did. "Hard
bodied, that twist was hard to do, man! You're hot!"  Pare took his knife
out with a mighty tug. "Also dead!"  Pare invaded the ridged, deep belly
hole itself now and found that as he stuck in, he found the large slit he
made behind the navel. His sticking met the arch hole he made and he kept
it going beyond that to the guy's back. The Oriental dark guy with black
hair sticking up looked at Pare as he fell onto his shoulder. Pare licked
the guy's smooth cheek and let him fall over his shoulder and his arm. Only
then did he take the knife out again and tossed---using his thick and
muscled leg---the guy's body at another muscle man coming at him.

Aoi spun around and held out his sword and the sword of a boy he killed.
The boy he slew wore a leather vest that was short cut that was held with a
golden ring around the kid's ample navel. This ring was tied to a series of
golden chains that just barely covered the kid's privates. The kid wore
long high heeled boots. Aoi had looked at the kid who held two knives in
one hand and a sword in the other, "Good gosh, you're not fit for battle,
you're decked out for dancin!"  Aoi didn't wait as the kid rushed, grunting
in anger at his comment. There was also a silver metal ring around the
kid's neck, a zipper and lock at his shoulder length collar, and an ear
ring in both ears. Aoi just plunged and his sword found the center of the
ring, "Thanks for marking it out for me. Nice target piece you got there."
The kid arched but then jerked himself forward to stare guilt at Aoi,
trying to get guilt from him. "I'll take it off your dead body, I like it
so much."  The kid's close cropped hair seemed to wave if that were
possible. "Fall down and die!"  Aoi unplugged the kid and took the hilt of
the sword in the kid's hand, "I need this now more than you do! You won't
need it!"

"You fuck!"  The kid moaned and his voice lowered as he fell.

"Yeah my sword fucked your belly!"  Aoi kicked him and turned into his
whirl.

Aoi turned and his point found the belly of the first of the three muscle
guys trying to attack him. He spun but stopped and swiveled his wrist to
make the knife cut into the thick knot of outtie belly button of the muscle
guy. The guy stepped back and looked at his belly, "That don't hurt!"  He
laughed but Aoi was turning again and cut into the two comrades, who pretty
much did the same thing.

Aoi nodded, ignoring his own minor wounds, "No, it didn't, didn't it?"  He
then took both swords and spread them as far from his body as he could in
both directions. The points went into a body builder each and Aoi leaned
between them. He leaned to one and the sword buried itself into the body's
navel. Aoi leaned and leaned. The guy gasped. The other one saw a tip in
his belly.

"ARRGGGGGGG!"  The one who was deeply stuck gasped.


Aoi leaned the other way and stuck the other one. The third one was still
examining his wound in his belly button but now looked up. Using his foot,
Aoi found a spear on the floor and kicked it up into the third one's
belly. This third one grabbed it and danced with it. He flung his belly in
and out, trying to get it out or in. Aoi wasn't sure. Maybe the guy knew he
was a goner and was stabbing himself deeper with the spear. Then it
definitely looked as if the guy changed his mind and was trying to unjab it
from him. In both efforts he failed. The guy fell and took a long, long
time to expire in a huffing, gasping, yelping manner. Leaning on the second
guy and throwing all his weight into it, Aoi stabbed the muscle, "I love
muscle! On the end of my points!"

"NO! NO! It cannot be! You little runt! I am...stronger!"

"Yeah!?" Aoi smirked as he leaned. His sword seemed to vanish into the
guy's meat. Then leaned the other way, "Give ya break...for a sec."  He
leaned the other way again and let the sword in his other hand vanish into
the muscle of the other guy. The abs made such a washboard when they were
stuck. It was as if the guy were sucking in to make the target go back so
that the point would take more time in finding it and then when stuck, the
abs seemed to want to resist with their bumpy bands of six pack and eight
pack, resist the metal that delved through them. Aoi then found his footing
again. He stabbed both guys so that they would fall, releasing his swords
from their flesh.

"Oh. Oh. Oh."

"I didn't think id'd feel dis way."  Penises rose.

They did fall, with loud thumps onto other dying boys and moaning, wounded
musclemen who would also soon leave this dimension...dead.

While the ten were being slain by the Trio, Rul and Opr were coming up
behind them, targeting bare and sinewy backs for their own points.
Suddenly a massive body flew between the warriors, muscular vee back
parting smaller males and large vein covered arms knocking them aside,
sword nicking a few. Simon jumped at Rul and Opr, putting himself between
them and Aoi, Pare, and Sole. He was face front when Opr's sword found his
innie belly button, tucked it inside it, his stomach was muscular and he
had what was really an 8 pack, now invaded by the point of metal. Simon
hunched over a bit, "Ugggh."  Opr was wide eyed that someone interfered and
he was about to stab his sword in deeper but Simon's sword found his belly
button and kept going.

Opr looked down, "What the ....NO!"  Simon hunched into the stab and let
his sword go deeper into Opr's belly and out his back. Then he pulled it
out. Opr fell slightly but recovered and started to push his sword into
Simon but Simon's back wall beyond his belly button was tight and hard.

Rul came over and tried to help Opr but Simon had a second sword in his
other hand and blocked Rul's thrusts. Opr managed to just grab his sword
and Simon used this moment to pull back, making Opr's sword leave his
navel, which was bloody a bit. Rul saw this and moved his sword at Simon's
navel, "You! You ruined it!"  Simon's sword that was in Opr remained there
but his other sword he used to knock a sword from one of Rul's hand. Rul
had another sword and thrust it at Simon's navel and the tip went in as
Simon buckled from his wound. Rul got his sword into Simon's back wall and
Simon could feel it go into it a bit. "I wish you would just die!"  Rul
yelled, "Traitor!"


Simon's long brown hair swished in front of his face as he bent over the
sword but his hands, dropping his remaining sword, went to Rul's arms and
held them back so Rul could not push it in some more. Aoi and Sole turned
to see this, the ten now dropped. Other warriors, mostly younger, backed
off. They saw what the Trio had done to the ten older, more experienced
warriors and didn't want the same. Pare dealt with a proud black kid who
thought he would try his hand at stabbing them anyway. The kid rushed Pare
with his chest out and a sword aimed right at Pare's heart. Pare hit the
sword downward but the kid held onto it and tried to thrust it at Pare's
navel. Pare jumped back and then in. He grabbed the kid's own sword shaft
and pulled...and Pare held out his own sword point...pulling the kid's
belly right onto it. Navel met sword point and the kid, falling, went down
onto it. Pare unstuck him and held his sword out as another kid, blond and
blue eyed, rushed at him. The kid ran onto the sword. "Watch where ya goin'
it'll save yur life, oops, too late!"  Pare laughed and stuck the kid
deeper and deeper until his point felt air. Then he took it out.

While Pare did this and more, Aoi and Sole moved at Rul and Simon. Simon's
strength was moving Rul's sword out of his own belly as he held the kid's
arms and pushed them out from himself. Aoi saw Rul was Japanese and a
fellow Oriental, "He's mine! Take care of Simon!"  Sole went to Simon and
helped him push Rul's arms back even more. Sole watched as the metal end of
the sword slowly came out of Simon's hard abs and finally got gleeful when
the point exited completely but it was short lived for as the point left,
he heard Simon issue forth a bellow, "Uhhgh!"

As he recovered his composure, Rul turned to meet Aoi's sword just in time,
sword to sword. Aoi had two swords but used only one. Rul laughed,
"Filipino dog, of course, you need two swords to defeat me."

Aoi giggled and tossed one sword into the belly of a boy trying to jump off
a rock at Sole and Simon from their rears. The sword buried into this boy's
stomach hole and he grabbed his sides and fell off the rock, gurgling. "No,
just that I could hold onto my swords better than you could."

"Now you stop talking and die!"  Rul rushed him.

Sole put his hand over Simon's mid section and held it in, "I think...I
think you'll be okay."

"Never mind me, keep fighting," Simon said.

Pare drew close to them and defended them against any on comers but most of
the warriors were backing off, afraid to get their guts cut. Caliph was
yelling at them, "Don't stop now! Get them! Get them! Kill them!"

Rul fought Aoi and they pressed at each other over crossed swords. Aoi
leaned in close to Rul's face and brought his lips to Rul's. He kissed the
Japanese dark kid deeply and could feel Rul kissing him back. They stayed
this way for a long time before parting, each pushing each other off their
tight little bodies. Swords sliced against each other and left. They swung
and swung, the fight moving past other areas of desert and rock. A few guys
tried to come up behind Aoi but he managed to use his knife to jab them
before they could swing their swords at him. One threw a spear but Aoi's
sword, retracting back from Rul, hit the spear into the guy and the force
threw him back with the spear point going into another kid. Both screamed
and yelled. Both fell onto others. As Aoi passed the foursome under that
spear, clanging against Rul's sword with his own, he took hold of the spear
and pressed it down and down so that the two under who weren't stabbed, now
were. Four bellies were penetrated by this long spear, "Try n spear me in
the back, willya? There fer ya!"


Rul laughed, "You weakening?"

"Teach you a lesson too," Aoi said and started to fight Rul with all his
might. Rul fell back, startled by the fierceness of Aoi now. Aoi's sweat
found home on his chest and down to his belly button, pooling there a bit
before falling lower and lower. Rul's sweat was less but now he felt more
arrive as Aoi pushed him back and back. Aoi didn't hesitate, he just kept
coming at Rul and pushed his bare back to a rock. Rul fell over the slight
ridge on the bottom of the rock and bent over it backwards. His belly stuck
out and saw Aoi knock his sword out of the way more than once.

"Caliph, get over here and help me!"  Rul yelled.

Caliph saw Pare killing many of his Thoros warriors now as the Thoros,
obeying his orders, tried to take Sole and Simon as well as Pare. Pare
moved among the muscle heads, who wore stone shorts and boots. He stuck
each in their belly buttons, turning them into pools of red before the
warriors even noticed. Thoros warriors fell to their knees without even
knowing they were kilt. Many just said, "Oh my, I ...I'm hit."  Then they
died as they fell and some lasted longer.

Caliph yelled, "No, no, it is too much! I dunno! I dunnwanna!"  He started
to run but a warrior nearby tried to hold his arm.

"You can't! You're our leader!"  It was a younger guy, all wide eyed and
innocent, proud and full of battle glory. "We need you!"

Caliph saw his arm held by this boy and looked about him to see other
warriors nod agreement. He had his sword in his holder but he gripped his
knife, "You're right, you do need me. But that..."  He arched his arm at
the kid's belly and tore his knife into the kid's bread basket right
through the belly button, a large affair that stuck out like a tunnel but
also went in somewhat, "...doesn't mean I will stick around to see you all
die with me last to go! You need this!!!! And this!"  He took his blade out
and drove it in again. Then he ran away as the kid fell.

"No, I believed in youuuuuu..."

Rul yelled, "Caliph!"  His belly spread out before Aoi, Aoi could do
nothing more than stab it dead center in the belly button.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHFFFFFFF!"  Rul's eyes shut and opened. His mouth opened
and closed and then he bit his lips, sucking them in. "You...you did it."
He sucked in air, "Just finish me, m...man, just do it!"

Aoi lifted his sword up higher and then lowered it to Rul's belly, his
upper abs this time but didn't strike, "No. No, I think not."

Rul gulped, "But the p---puh---pain. Nung."  He grit his teeth,
"Nnnnnnnnngorrr!"

"Tell ya what, maybe after I slay all the rest of yur guys with my friends
over there, and you still are alive, I'll finish ya off then but only
then," Aoi moved away as Rul screamed.

"Come back here and finish me off like a warrior deserves to be finished
off! Come!"


"Later I will cum," Aoi said and laughed. He turned to see what was
happening.

There were only a small handful of circular groups of warriors. Some were
running for the hills, away from the battle. Others were congregated
around, not sure what to do. Rul got to his knees and found a fallen
sword. He gripped it in both hands and held it over his own belly
button. Then he plunged deeply. Rul couldn't feel anything besides the
gleeful pain in his belly and beyond. He jerked over the sword and back,
arching. He couldn't make a noise the pain was too much. He fell over it
and slumped, digging the sword in deeper and out his own back. He tore
sideways and cut out his intestines. He fell sideways, still in a curled up
fetus state. He wriggled and wiggled. His penis spat out of his loin cloth.

Pare knocked the knife out of a Thoros's hand and held the arm out that
held the Thoros sword. He moved in fast and quickly stuck the Thoros with
his sword. Two Thoros were on top of Simon and Sole but Sole ducked under
one's waving sword and drove his spear into the belly of the thick muscle
giant. It audibly popped out the thick back. Sole quickly unstuck him and
turned to the other one and saw Simon, who scrambled up a fallen sword and
stuck it up as the Thoros lunged at him with upraised sword. The Thoros
rushed to his own death on the upheld sword. "They never learn," Sole
laughed.

"Leave me here with this, I'll be okay," Simon said, "Help the other two."

"No need, this battle is almost over," Sole said and grabbed up a knife
from one of the dying beneath him and tossed it into a coming Thoros.

A Thoros fell beneath Pare. Pare looked about to see if he had the time. He
dished out a spear from some dying guy's belly and rammed it into and left
it in the Thoros he just downed. The Thoros, not known for their loud
sounds, yelped loudly.

Sole waved his spear to ward off some more Thoros. The wave caught each
across their abs. Pare came up behind them and stabbed each of the six in
their backs. As the first one fell, Pare had already moved to the last
one. Each fell side by side but like a domino, only these dominos didn't
have to touch each other. Sole smiled a nod to Pare, who smiled back.
"Everyone else is retreating or confused, Sole," Pare said.

"I see," Sole said, "Is Aoi done killing?"

They looked at his far off body, chopping, slashing, hacking, cutting off
body parts of warriors and Thoros alike, thrusting, and generally killing.
A few boys ran off to get away. Aoi threw knives into their backs and they
fell. A few ran toward Pare and Sole.

"I don't think he's ready to go," Pare said and as one of the scared kids
came running, held his sword out to stab the kid in the guts before the kid
could talk.

Two others were behind him and watched him go down to his wet death.
"Please, stop him. We give up, we surrender."

"I don't think so," Pare stabbed this one down too.


Sole saw the third boy, a long haired blond go to his knees and fold his
hands in front of him as if he were begging, "Please, please, I beg of
you. Let me live. Show me mercy, puh...pleasezzzzzz!"  The kid shut his
eyes.

Sole of all the Trio would do this. He held his spear at an angle to the
kid's belly button downward, "Wad do you think, Pare? He's begging...."

"I beg of you, please spare me!"

Sole looked at the kid's nice blue eyes and fell into them. Pare shrugged
as Simon stood, holding his navel wound. "I dunno," Pare said and rolled
his eyes, "I don't think..."

"FUCK THAT!"  Aoi was upon them, having run to them. He gripped Sole's
shaft in his hand and thrust, Sole's hand following the thrust down. The
point went down and entered the belly button of the kid in front of them on
his knees. The point went in, jerked the kid a bit, and exited out the bare
back to bury itself in the ground between the kid's lower legs which were
on the ground horizontally. The kid tried to fall forward but in his
praying position, he was stuck on the shaft, his chest touching the upper
shaft and the hands of Aoi and Sole. "He and his pals stabbed our friend
Simon. Tried to take that Boy, made him hafta leave us, and tried to off
us. Jab em all dead I say!"

"Uhhhhhh,nnnnnnnnngggggrrrrrrrrrrrrrrfooh!"  The kid gasped, "Release me!"

"Let go!"  Sole said to Aoi, who moved off and away, "I know you're mad."

Sole gave a mighty heave on the spear and pulled it out. The kid fell
forward and jerked.  "It's over."

"Not quite," Aoi said, "We have to hunt those down who got away and slay
em. And we have to kill any of the ones here who are still alive."

"What? Why?"  Sole asked as Pare licked his lips.

"Do you want more of this huge army around? Nolo's forces are now severely
dwindled...if we find and kill these others."

"Most of them that ran away were wounded, they won't get far," Pare said.

"Okay, okay," Sole said, "You make sense."

"Then let's start going through these bodies...see which are still
breathing and fix that so they're not," Aoi said.

"I can't wait," Pare urged and grabbed his own penis hard to squeeze out
the pre cum in large drollops.

NEXT: THE CLEAN UP...