Date: Tue, 06 May 2008 18:08:39 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO 19

Olive skinned kid with black hair on bottom and top seemed moca brown like
the wood brown of a fine furnished desk. He had a medium sized sword point
pointed at his friend's belly button. A deep innie on the friend with a
beauty mark inside on a tentacle. His own semi outtie hung ready to take in
his friend's sword point, a sword the same size as his. His friend had
longer hair but just over his ears, which were almost as small as his cute
nose. He had natural brown hair to his neckline in back and shorter in
front. On the very top of his straight hair was a streak of blond. Both had
deep "killer" brown eyes. Their Adam's Apples rose and fell as they laid
their sword points in each other's fine navels. Their ridges quivered,
although the olive skinned boy didn't really have much of a ridge. "Are you
ready?"

"Ye-yeah-y-yes," the other said.

"On three..."

"Are you sure we are doing the right thing...hey, that feels kinda cold
there..."

"Yours feels kinda good there..."  The olive skinned kid said, "In a way I
can't wait for it to stick me dead."

"I can," the other boy stammered.

"Okay, you want to wait for the Trio to get here, cause they are almost
here, then they can kill us...and they'll do it nice n' slow," the olive
kid said.

The boys had skinny bodies with fine smooth skin. "No," the boy puffed his
chest up and his breath out, "Do it...one..."

"Two," the olive colored boy said.

Both spat, "THREE!!!!"

Swords went in but as both boys gasped, they also stopped. The points were
in about an inch, just enough to slightly rod themselves through the back
wall of their abs but not deep enough to kill them. "ARRRGGGG!"

"FFFFPHHH! MAN! STOP!"

"I AM! YOU STOP TOO!"

"I DID!"

"Oh I...I," the olive skinned boy said, "I didn't thinkkkkuh it would be
like thisssssss."

"You were right though, it feels kinda...."  The other boy looked down as
his loin cloth rose up in the crotch, "Good. I think I like it."

"You wanna feel my sword go in deeper then?"  The olive kid asked
sincerely.




"NO!"  The boy gulped, "It hurts too much. Maybe Trio will see this and
just think we are going to do each other...hey you're dickin up too."

"I...I can't help it. It just happening."

"It's cool."

"What do we do, just stand here?"

"I guess...n' til we sure they gone."

"AWWW c'mon fellas," another voice said, "Get closer!"  Aoi put one hand on
the back of the olive skinned kid and another on his pal and pushed them
slightly. The boys moved belly toward belly but not hitting...not yet. The
sword point went in more...on both.

"AWWWNOOO!"

"DAMN! YESSS! NO! YESSSSAUH!"

Aoi stopped, "Hey kid.....what's your name?"

"Ollo!"  He winced.

"Ollo be pleased...oh you already are," Aoi looked between the two boys and
saw growing shorts. "Olla meet ...."  Aoi breathed on the other kid,
"What's your name...dude?"

"Degan! Oh, Degan, that's it, Degan!"

"Degan, you really turned on by this!"  Aoi stated, "Meet Degan..."  Aoi
shoved them together some more. The swords dug in to smooth bare boy
belly. "Don't be shy, don't be bashful, get closer and closer!"  Aoi looked
as the olive kid, Ollo, seemed to loosen his grip on the sword, "And don't
even think of dropping your swords, cause if `n ya do, I will use my sword
on you both and I promise it will make what is happening now to you, look
like a picnic!"

Degan gulped, "Oh no, I like this much better!"  He looked at his belly and
let go of his sword as Ollo's bare belly hit the other hilt and stuck the
sword point deeper in him. His own belly met his own hilt and pushed as Aoi
shoved them together. Soon the hilts were all that could be seen between
them as the swords bit into their boy bodies. Aoi shoved.

"Oh man," Aoi said as he pushed. He never felt it like this. His hand on
the bare backs, could feel the swords within and the points ready to emerge
from the boys' backs. "Never felt it from this angle, enjoyin it, Degan?"
Aoi, to answer his own question, ripped off their loin cloths and the boys'
penises stuck out straight up like two swords crossing. And emitting pre
cum quickly followed by shooting corpulses of white hot rockets. Splashing
across each kid's belly and chest and dripping down to their sides, the
sides of their hips. "Fuck yes!"




Degan could feel the hollow tunnel in his belly button running from front
to back. Each movement of himself, Aoi, or Ollo, gave him a nice feeling of
warmth and tingling, a wooden feeling in his belly not his
own. "DOITDOITDOITMOREMORE!"

Another kid was behind Aoi ready to plunge his sword in, "Yeah, hey you!"
He was brown-blond haired with green eyes and a good handsome face and
muscled body, "You, c'mon you and the other three. Maybe I ...I ran like a
coward...but now I can prove myself. Amend myself, make up for hiding like
a traitor..a common coward! I'll fight you like a man! I will take ya all
on, one at a time or all at once! I can take you!"  He waved his sword
around. "So c'mon and fight me!NOW n get it over with!"  Pare was upon him,
running at a fast pace, and he cut a hole in the kid's innie belly button
straight on in with his sword. Pare almost didn't see but almost tripped
over a line of FOURTEEN!  boys who were sticking knives into their belly
buttons (all shapes and sizes), sitting in all kinds of modes--some Indian
style, some cross legged, some on their knees, some with their bellies to
the sky as they leaned back. Pare gutted the kid inwardly and then ripped
out. The kid looked at his belly.  The groans of the other dying kids gave
him a raging hard on, precumming in his bikini briefs. "Oh...I die..."

Pare nodded his head in a no. "You're already dead, coward boy."

"No, I die honorably," the kid said, "Let it be said..."  He fell forward
onto Pare's chest, throwing himself at Pare.

Pare saw the boy's mouth open to a perfect O and the mouth leaned on Pare's
neck and went down it. Pare held the kid up a bit and said, "Okay, you
weren't a coward, but you are dead. I wish I knew your name..."  He was
dicking up the kid's belly button with his own penis, "Yeah!"

The kid moaned one last group of breaths, "Bacan, Bacan..."

Pare cam on the kid's chest, "Die Bacan, honorably as you tried to do your
business. Now I do my business all over ya pumping chest!"

"OHHHH!"

"OHHHHH!"

"HULLLLLLLLLKKKK!"

"ILLLLLLL!"

"GURRRNGURRRRR!"

"LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!"

"TUTTUTUTUTTUTUTTHHHHHHhuh!"

Dying boys all around Aoi and Pare. Sole reached them and saw one boy
hesitate. "Sorry kid."  Sole reached with both arms, reached down and arced
his spear so that the point caught the tawny kid's stretched out firm body
in the navel and arched right through the kid and out his back. Sole got on
the other side and pulled it through the kid, who jerked and kept his eyes
open the whole time.

"UHUHUHUH! HUH! HHUH!HUH!HUH!HUH!"






Some of the 14 dying boys were just stabbing their blades right into their
navels quickly, leaving the metal stuck in them. A few were not. A few were
stabbing in and out really fast, once, twice, some even a third time. And
still more were stabbing their navels really slow. One blond kid with
freckles and a big navel put the knife at his belly button and didn't want
to push in...at first. The weird sensation the blade stirred there made him
wonder and his penis sprang up a bit, semi aroused with the head growing a
bit. He inched it in ever so slowly. At first, he and others near him
feared slaying themselves like this. A long string of his blond hair in
front was not cut but grew out like a tail but in front. He let it dangle
over one side of his face and blew it away so he could look down at his
navel being punctured. "Damn!"  He moved it in more. After fearing this,
the boys who moved their blades in slowly, found they liked the sensation
of it moving in their flesh ever so slowly but steadily. "Fuuuaaahhhcccc!"
He turned to look at the kid next to him, who was eyeing his own vertical
slit belly button which had a blade from a knife in his two hands moving
in. The kid, brown haired with long uncut hair, felt himself being stared
at. He diverted his gaze from his belly button being stuck to the kid and
smiled.

"Feels good, right?"

"Why we doin this instead of fighin?"

"Cause," the brown haired kid looked back at his navel being stabbed by his
own hands, "We like the way it feels and what it does to us."

The blond knew it to be true. His semi erect penis was shafting upward more
now. A half inch within a minute, moving up at his navel. As the knife went
in a half inch, the penis grew another half inch. "Ohhh, it's...it's so
cool!!"

Someone else gasped, "Oh my guts on fire! OH MAN, WHAT A RUSH!"  A gurgle.

The boys smiled. A few cried. One who unstuck himself after stabbing
himself quickly, looked at those enjoying a slow stab in. "I shoulda...I
shoulda...ahhhh."  He huffed in a whisper as he fell forward in a quiet
breath of last air.



Caliph found the wall of Nolo's castle and the secret panel that allowed
him direct access to Tarn's dungeon via a secret passage that went slowly
downhill. He was sweating and his twisted, oval, wormy innie/outtie belly
button had lots of drips in it from the water that came off his chest. Some
dripped out of it toward his loin cloth top. Caliph looked around after
reaching the dungeon. It was darker than usual, night was about to fall
anyway. Amid the dungeon were the usual boys tied up on walls, some with
their feet too far off the ground, some crouched down too low. A bald
Oriental boy stood on the wall, chained, a candle burning on his head, wax
dripping down his forehead and indeed, his entire head. His eyes rolled up
to see how far the wax would drip.  Another boy was upsidedown chained to a
thick support pole while another boy, his back to him, was chained the
rightside up. Tarn was there, slowly pushing a thin wooden reed, sharpened
at both ends, into the boy's thin body, aiming at a protruding ravioli
belly button stalk but kept it going in. His intent was to drive it out the
kid's back and into the belly button of the upsidedown kid. "Tarn," Caliph
spat as he came up to the larger male.




Tarn was long haired. His hair was brown and long, thick in parts and silky
in texture. He was tall, a tall male with smooth skin, a large chest, flat
belly button on a flat somewhat muscled but not overly so, belly. His
valleys in his stomach and upper stomach were showing. He had thick muscled
legs and calves and a wry turn-up at the corner of the left side of his
mouth. He was shirtless and wore black leather briefs. He had on black
boots which were pointed at the back and the front toe.

Tarn turned to him, taking the reed out of the still alive boy in
front. The kid wriggled like a worm stuck on a hook and jerked lather. "You
dare interrupt me just as I was relieving myself of my boredom?!"

"It's about the Boy and Trio! The Boy is gone! And so are my army!"

"Gone?"  Tarn asked, "The boy?"

"Vanished with that traitor The Seer and some other magic fem kid!"  Caliph
had his hand tightly on the jeweled hilt of his curved dagger.

Tarn took his hand, "Caliph, Caliph, no need to be so tense...so
uptight. That is not like you. You are such a warrior," Tarn smiled. "And
how did the warrior army vanish? Did the magic boys make them vanish?"

Caliph swallowed. "No, for goodness sake's..."

Tarn took Caliph's hand away from the curved dagger, using his own free
hand, the other hand held the reed that just popped out the ravioli tube of
the kid on the pole, "Caliph, you know we are about goodness...just tell me
the truth..."

"That Trio! They are unstoppable! Unbelievable! They and their friend Simon
just, just killed them all! All!"

"All? Isn't it true that some of the army turned their own weapons on their
own yellow bellies before Trio even got to them?"

"Tarn, did you have someone report to you already about the battles?"

"Who me?"  Tarn smiled, "What of Rul? He is dead, too?"  Tarn turned away
from Caliph. He peered to a dark corner of the dungeon, past a boy who was
chained by ankle and wrists, totally naked to the floor, upsidedown over
one long black spike sticking him in his navel, attuned to resistance so as
not to kill him....fast. In that corner, a pair of yellow eyes gleamed and
someone smiled. Some thing...

"I..I saw him die. I tried to help him. I tried. I did. They are too
much. That Sole, Aoi. Pare and their bigger friend Simon."  Caliph said,
"What are we going to do about them? I am sure they will come here next!"

"They wouldn't dare!"  Tarn said and turned back, getting a sense from the
yellow eyes of what really happened. "Isn't it true..."  Tarn moved closer
to Caliph so as to breath on the shorter boy's face, "That you...."  Tarn
put his hand over Caliph's right hand which was near the dagger and lifted,
"Ran away....?"


"No!"

Tarn gripped the reed in his right hand as his left flung Caliph's right
hand away from the hilt of the dagger. Caliph thought he was going to get
the reed in his bellybutton, instead, Tarn lifted Caliph's own curved
dagger from the hilt and quickly jabbed it into Caliph's twisted belly
worm, not getting all of it, it was that big. Caliph sucked in air
violently, air filled his belly but was released through the navel
hole. "True that you let a good warrior like Rul die, let thousands of good
warriors die while you ran away, you coward!"

Caliph shut his eyes, "No, I dinna!"

"Run now!"  Tarn delved the curve upward from the navel but inside
Caliph. "They were good warrior boys!"

Caliph opened his eyes to stare into Tarn's, defying him, "If they were
sooo gooduah, so good how come they couldn't kill Trio..ohhhhhhh!"  Caliph
grabbed Tarn's massive shoulders, taking some of Tarn's long brown hair in
it. He tried to hold on from the death fall.

Tarn heaved a space between their bodies, a heave that sported silky lines
of web cum from both their penises, pre cum. Tarn found the part of the
belly button not thrusted into yet and drove the reed there, just under the
dagger and he slid the reed in, the top of it sliding against the
dagger. Caliph sucked more air in! "Rul was beautiful and I loved him! Now
you will feel my passion for him in your death! What I would have done to
him with me dick I will do to you with my reed and your own dagger!"

"No! Mercy!"

"Mercy!?"  Tarn smiled and slid both weapons in to the fartherest he
could. "Oh maybe I will...."  Tarn started to pull them both out but did
not withdraw the weapons totally. They were half way in.

"I die!"  Caliph felt his life slipping away, even moreso as his life cum
shot out of his thin loin cloth.

"...just make em switch places like THIS!!!"  Tarn didn't remove the
weapons but churned them so that the dagger was now on the bottom, and the
reed above.  Tarn moved his whole body up against Caliph and shot out of
his own black briefs. "NNNNNUGGGG!"  Tarn grunted like this as he shoved
the reed up and the dagger straight in. Then he moved the dagger
down. Tarn, giving up his own cum and finished, pulled out and moved away
from Caliph to enjoy the show.

Caliph looked down at his holes and then up at Caliph. "I...I loved you!"

"Fall and die already," Tarn laughed. Caliph obeyed and fell, crumpling
face first on his belly. Tarn watched his butt kick up. Spew pooled out.

Tarn laughed and turned toward the yellow eyes. He moved at the corner,
stepping on the bare, white back of the kid over the spike, driving the
kid's belly down on the spike harder than the resistance was allowing.




The kid yelped in an unchanged voice, "OWWWW! Nn...no."  He jumped as far
as his chains would let him but it was clear the spike would not let
go...would not give up his belly. He fell onto it again. And cam.

Tarn didn't notice. He went to the corner and the thing in the corner was a
boy with yellow eyes, hard tits, a totally bare body in a purple
cloak. "You won't betray me or let me down, will you?"

"Never," the boy said in a normal youngish voice, "But my brother is
working for King Nolo, even now..."

Tarn kissed the boy's mouth and then moved back, spittle between them,
"King," he mockingly laughed.  "What is he doing?"

"Using my brother to bring the Trio here," the boy said calmly.

"WHAT?!!"  Tarn gasped, "HERE?! Is he insane?"

"That is not part of what my powers are capable of seeing," The yellow eyed
boy said. Tarn put a finger into the boy's unusal navel, a thick ridge all
around, evenly spaced, an upward inward four part piece of skin-- like the
blow hole on a balloon, part outtie, part innie with mountainous innie
bulbs. "Thank you."

"I will have further need of you. And do not let me down like your other
brother, the Seer has..."

"It is not the Seer we need to worry about. My brother up above, Demnos, is
quite evil. And much more powerful than I and the Seer."

"Hivac, you will grow in ...."  Tarn looked down at Hivac's full penis,
"...strength..."  He grabbed it and jerked. A full purple pud of cum
pudding emerged and Hivac yelled in pleasure.

"I do so love watching you kill your own warriors!!!!!"



"They are all dead!"  Nolo said, "I do not believe it!"



The 14 boys were dying to die. Not all were dead yet and some were taking a
long time to die. Others clung on, kicking, writhing, even in a slow motion
state.

Stabbing his spear deep into a boy on his back, who had just fallen, Sole
listened to his dying gurk but it was just another added to the dying gasps
of the 14. Pare and Aoi had slain all living boys around them and began to
jerk their tubes dry over the dying 14. Their white cum shots found bare
backs, elongated bellies, and unstuck navels. Sole turned to them, his own
manhood enormous with wetness but he tried to ignore the pre cum, "You two
should keep on guard...we don't know what...we don't know this battle is
over...."

Pare gasped, "Can't hear YA! I'M SHOOTIN'!"




"MEMEMEMEMEM TOOOOTOOOOOOO!"  Aoi shot like a rocket and gobs spat over the
dying 14 like a shower.

Pare added to it, and soon Sole removed his loin cloth for a short time to
give his long penis a release.



"They....they are all dead???!!!"  Nolo asked the red pupil-ed bare boy,
who wore a black cloak with hood over his scarlet hair and not much else
bare some sandals.

"It is what I see," Demnos said in a low whisper, "And what you propose is
the only way to capture the three who would seek you out and slay you. The
way you want to see those slain in the arena."

Yule, nearby, leaned over Nolo's bony shoulder and laid his chin on it, "He
means stickin' ya dead in your belly button."

"I know what he means," Nolo snapped and removed Yule's chin from his
shoulder. He turned, calming himself and rubbing Yule's smooth and find
belly, fingering the taut navel of his lover boy, "Do it," he turned to
Demnos.

"I have already dispatched the witch demon," Demnos smiled, "Fire to my
loins."



Sole puffed and sat on the bare back of a dead older teen, "I'm exhausted."

Aoi laid against Sole's back, leveling himself with Sole's spear, holding
onto it, "Me too."

Pare stood over the last jerks of three Oriental Japanese warrior youths,
"Not me!"  He puffed his chest out over Aoi and Sole, "I'm ready to go at
it again!"

"Everyone's dead," Aoi said, "They've all had it."

"Well deserved too, this time even I have to admit," Sole said.

"Look, I..."  Pare saw the other two staring, "What? What are you staring
at?"

"What is that?"  Aoi pointed.

A gray cloud formed into a figure, spread about the blue sky. Eventually
three appendages formed, points on each. Three fingers with long nails.
Three arms, three fingers and three nails on each. A face of sheer hatred
with an open mouth elongated like a suction cup on an octopus. It seemed to
mesmerize the three boys, it's totally black eyes focusing on them. They
saw it and knew it came for them but they could not move. The witch, her
backside and legs non existent, both breezing in the wind with fog
emitting...  swam at them, dove at them.



The hands were made to spread at the boy's navels. The middle finger on
each hand aimed at their navels. Sole looked down briefly as the spell over
his eyes broke. He saw the thick point of its nail going into his tight and
flat stomach amid a river valley of muscle. The center of his half innie,
half outtie not visible as a thick point was embedded in it. The smaller
finger nails poked at his raised ridge that lay about the whole belly
button. His heavily scarred center which was sometimes looking as if it
were out more than the ridge, sometimes not, was now very deep. As his
navel was stuck more and more, Sole smiled at the rising head of his penis.
He thought it would have been a long time since he felt the death kill in
his navel center again...that spell the Wiz kid put on to make him die over
and over again being the last time he felt that nice pleasure death pain.
Nice but deadly. It couldn't last as it was meant to kill.  Which is what
gave it that deep rooted sense of enjoyment. He sucked his belly in to make
it harder for the witch demon male female thing to jab him. Why give it
more of his flesh.

Pare was looking at his navel too. A nice outtie was in the center of his
smooth unhairy belly. His mountain range of abs strained with the nail in
him.. His outtie was like a giant curled worm with an upside down smile as
the scar in the very center. Was: now it was a total innie. The bloomed
ridge was out more as Pare tensed under the pain. That was until the other
two fingers around the middle finger in his navel center started to prick
the wormy ridge that spiraled into the nail in the center. It formerly used
to go into Pare's navel. In the past cum would curl around it and drape
from its top. It began to again as Pare reacted quickly to this intense
dying pain in his middle... "Fuck! Ahh, how can somethin' so deadly and so
bad for ya, feel so fuckin' good, intense!!!!"

Aoi's vertical slit was horizontally sweating now as the nail lowered
itself into his. His ridge was not visible but it hardly ever was, his
smooth sweating skin usually foaming right into it. Now the thing in it was
the long middle finger. His legs curled up around it and his upper body
moved toward the witch. "Awwwwme bel butt!!!"

She jabbed her fingers into the boys' stomach holes deeper and deeper. The
two who sat were up now over the bodies they sat on. Pare was up and trying
to pull himself off the nail. The thing struck deeper at his gauged belly.

Then it lifted off the ground and the three boys lifted with it. The witch
fem male female demon thing took off and the boys found their backs over
the ground. But they would soon not know that. The feeling in their guts
was now even greater as not only did they have to contend with the invasion
of their guts by a steel like nail from this monster which now seemed to
have three penises sticking out of it...penises that roamed down and behind
the boys' butts and found their ways into their anuses but they had to
contend with the feeling of butterflies as their stomachs lurched at the
excitement of flying. This fought for room with the tingling of being
stabbed.  Soon the Trio could not enjoy it...for the three of them knew
they would be dead. And they were right...

TO BE CONTINUED...