Date: Sat, 10 May 2008 15:31:48 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO  20

Pare, Aoi, and Sole cum flew out of the sky, coating the strange land of
the otherworldly dimension. A demon-witch-male-female thing had impaled the
Trio, each on a middle finger nail stuck in the belly button of each
boy. As they writhed, knowing if they got lose--if they loosened their
flesh from its fingernails, they would plunge to their deaths far
below. The thing sprouted penises from beneath its smoke like body, forming
more solid appendages was its forte. Penises bent up and under the boys,
between their legs and up their buttoxes and the nails dipped and lowered
the boys onto the penises. Cum sprang from their own penises as well as the
dicks up their butt holes. Rain of white cascaded down. Youth squirmed.

Far below, a lone skinny, not unhandsome boy sat on a rock. "Oh man. No one
ever wants to have sex with me. I am so left out. I will never get to get
myself covered in cum. What can I do to get someone's cum on me?"  A rain
of white hit him in the mouth, sprang to life on his shoulders, and filled
his cheeks. He looked up and his glasses were filled with white. Jel hit
his bare chest and dripped down his abs to his stomach. A waterfall of cum
stopped for a moment above his navel and dripped generously over it to the
lower navel and continued dripping down to his sheep skin loin cloth. Soon
his legs were dripping as well. From his sheep wool his penis stuck out the
left side of his leg covering and rocketed pudding toward his own foot. It
flopped there added to Pare, Aoi, and Sole's life sperm.

The creature flew on, laughing an inhuman laugh adding its laugh to its
summoner---the boy sorcerer and triplet called Demnos, brother of the Seer
and Hivac. Demnos knew the creature would bring the bodies of the Trio to
Nolo's fortress and arena complex. He told Nolo, the blond, blue eyed King
Boy, this news even as the beast dropped the Trio bodies at their
feet. Splashes of white cream came out of the Trio's buttholes and also
thwacked off the heads of their dicks, parting their slit holes.  Their
penises were still stiff but slowly began to subside into softness.



A hot slim blond teen, young and fem, Nolo usually wore a golden crown but
didn't have it on now. He was also usually yellow-tanned. But now Nolo's
face turned red, "What? Dead?! Did I say dead?!!"

"I beg your pardon, highness?"  Demnos, so evil, sounded ludicrous
now. "You didn't want them...dead?"

"NO!!!"  Nolo yelled, pushing the head of his nude lover Yule.  A skinny
smaller guy came up behind the king, Nolo, and felt his abs up and put his
chest against Nolo's undefined back. Nolo only wore a g string and it was
evident that this put him at ease but not between his nice muscled
legs. Yule, black haired, folded his hands over the boy King's more defined
stomach and poked the navel with various fingers. Nolo softened at this. "I
want them alive! I want them to suffer humiliation. The same they put my
warriors through."




Demnos smiled and Nolo thought he could see razor sharp fangs under the
lips, "I knew you had a un-good reason."  He leaned over the three boys'
limp bodies and gripped his thick penis, "It can be accomplished."  He
wheezed and moaned as he pumped his hand down his shaft and it took only a
few seconds before he spat from his penis slit and covered the bare hips of
each boy with his own spum. He made sure to shake his ample rockets of
gisum over their cut up belly buttons or the remains of what was once their
belly buttons. The cum glew green and then dark purple. As the color change
took place the wounds throbbed and seemed to take on a life of their
own. The color changed to blood red and after it dissipated, the wounds
were gone, the bodies slowly coming to life, the flesh regaining its
color. The penises of the boys were gaining some girth again and their
breaths returned. Demnos watched with glee as the sensuous belly buttons
rose and fell again. He couldn't decide which one of the Trio he liked to
look at most. He licked his lips up and down and side to side.

"That's all he has to to do?"  Yule asked from behind Nolo, hiding.

"Shh, Yule," Nolo said, his own spearhead of a penis wet under his
G-string.

"And now I am spent," Demnos sneered, "Even a being as powerful as I must
rest..."

"Still part human," Nolo smiled as Yule wrapped his hands over Nolo's
shoulders, slick with sex.

Demnos began to vanish into the dark of the corner of Nolo's canopy bed,
"Don't insult me so..."  He laughed, "They are yours...for now....enjoy
them if you can be wary, they bite..."  He continued to laugh for a few
moments after vanishing.

"Guards!"  Nolo called as the Trio stretched their limbs. Muscled men in
their early twenties came in, wearing only loin cloths of leopard skin and
holding swords. "Take them to the arena holding complex and take some of
the Thoros with you!"

One guard, very tall and muscled already had his sword at Sole's fine
navel, "We don't need the likes of them to handle these amateurs."

"Fool!"  Nolo said, "These are the Trio, show them the respect they
deserve. They are killers of many! And don't underestimate them EVER!"

The guard nodded and moved his sword from Sole's navel, "Beg your
forgiveness, sire."

"Just do it!"  Nolo spat, "And have them fitted for new outfits."



Sounds of huffing, clanging swords, and the well known gasps of the
stabbed, plunging, and dying as well as the shouts of victorious winners
gaining their strength by feeling their weapons digging into the meat
muscle of opponents filled the air.

When Sole awoke he found his totally bare stomach, chest, shoulders, and
neck. His new shorts consisted only of material that formed a "W" cut out
and down, leaving two V sections bare between his still erect penis and his
legs and the middle section covering crotch with a point up toward
navel. The leg coverings on the shorts go up very high but do not cover his
bony hips.




Aoi found himself in low simple shorts which hung down into two flimsy U
shapes covering each leg, almost like a version of a loose loin cloth. The
back of the cloth had a one piece covering not much! He could feel the warm
air on his butt cheeks.

Pare was not happy with what he saw himself in. No shirt just rectangular
shorts with four rectangular pieces coming up and two on each leg going
down with one over the crotch. The navel is over one dip down, showing lots
of skin. The hips are totally bare almost down the entire leg to a band
coming from the one piece shorts. "What the hell are we wearing now?"

"More to the point is where are we?"  Sole said. He got off the wooden
bench he was laying on. Aoi stood up with him but Pare sat, looking at his
shorts.

"These are no good," Pare scolded no one in particular.

It was then that besides the sounds, the Trio found themselves surrounded
by others in the large dark room. A room that seemed to be a kind of large
wooden cage held up by metal rims and bars on some sides but not
others. Aoi frowned, "It reminds me of that arena barracks, you know the
one that that king put you in, Sole?"

"How can I forget? I died a number of times in that arena and recall the
barracks as well," Sole said, "This does look a lot like that place."

"Uh," Pare stood up, "Speaking of dying, weren't we just killed....by that
thing?"

"You best worry about what may kill you now?"  laughed a lean tall boy,
taller than Sole but skinnier.  He wore no shirt but had rectangular strips
with five rectangular pieces coming up but a skirt like arrangement of five
coming up from the top of the shorts and seven or so coming from the bottom
of the shorts. His navel was over one dip down, showing lots of skin. His
outward looking hips were totally bare. The top piece is a short cut shirt
but slanted with two bands holding the top on, with the five rectangular
strips coming down off it. The small boots had similar rectangular strips
coming up from the bottom. "I am known as Ibath. I was from Ireland
originally. You are the famed Trio."

"Yeah, what's it to you?"  Aoi snorted. Behind Ibath were many more boys of
all ages, sizes, and body types. None had weapons. Most were barely clothed
and about two dozen wore nothing at all. Thongs, loin cloths, skirts, and
other skimpy outfits were worn. A few boys, in the minority, had exotic
outfits on.




"We all the same here," a large shouldered but shorter stocky, dark boy
stepped forward, "I'm Brude, a Pict."  He was totally nude with a large
penis dangling.

"You're from a different time than we are, the past, our past, I'd say,"
Sole examined the muscled Pict.

"What's it to you?"  Brude snorted. Then the others laughed and all the
boys laughed. The Trio laughed with them.

A very young boy, blond with brown eyes and freckles stepped forward,
"I...I'm Percival...I'm Welsh and Scottish."  He had on only a fish net
pair of short shorts. Pare smiled at him, almost feeling sorry for him.

Pare shook his arm, "Hello Percival. I'm Pare."

Percival smiled up at him and stood closer to him, touching Pare's hips. "I
like your outfit."

"Later you can have it," Pare answered back.

"Uhhh," Sole moved cautiously toward a higher up window and tried to peer
out, "This is an arena, isn't it?"

"Make room, guys," Ibath took Sole by the arm. Sole looked at the hand on
his bicep, "Oh, I mean no harm...this way, you can see outside."

Ibath took Sole, followed by Aoi, Pare and a tag along Percival to another
area to look out. It was a lower window with bars on it. The group could
see out to the arena of Nolo's. There, a group of gladiator boys were
killing off another group of gladiator boys but to Sole it was difficult to
tell which group was winning. They looked evenly matched and soon many
kicking bodies were dying off to their last breaths. Brule was behind Aoi,
"Each gladiator has to be killed in his belly button or has to kill in
someone's belly button...something like that," he laughed.

Aoi looked back at him, "You mean if you don't stab someone in their belly
button, what?"

"You're slain by the guards or the arena watchers, many spearboys and
archers or even by the Thoros clone boys," Ibath said.




"Hey I'm Evan," a blond blue eyed little boy pushed through the group, "I
wanna see too!"  He has on a simple fish net shirt, low on the shoulders
and not really covering any of the neck or upper shoulders. His shirt was
not long ending just above the belly button, being short cut. The shorts
are long on the leg, just above the knee and are mesh, the only exception
being the bikini short area which is totally dark shaded.

"See what?"  A boy from the present time, Todd, Jewish but looking very
Mediterranean, said, "Trio, the famous Trio?"

"Naw," Evan pushed past Percival and Pare to get to the window, "The deaths
outside is my bag. I wanna see...cc'mon." Ibath gave him a leg up so he
could cling to the window sill, "...thanks...oh man!"

Outside, the battle was finishing up. A curly haired Israeli boy named
Aaron was finishing off a pair of boys his own size in a corner of the
arena. Aaron wore a simple waist band just below belly button, a crotch
area, with two shark like jaw lines cut into the hip and lower leg areas,
looking like two knives cutting toward the crotch or two sharks mouth's. He
upper body was entirely bare. He had a smile on his face the whole time and
only said a few words as he cut into the corner of the arena ---right
through the soft belly of a bare stomached boy his own age. The other kid
had his head roll to his chest as he both looked down at the steel long but
thin sword in his navel and had his energy taken from him. He couldn't pick
his head up again to stare accusations at his killer. He slid down the wall
of the arena even before the long blade was out of him and he could feel it
cut him some more with that movement. Aaron laughed a short burst and
pulled out but didn't need to; for as the redhead near him, a taller, slim
kid with lots of freckles came running at him and got close, lifting a
larger thick sword with a jeweled, fancy hilt, Aaron stuck an even more
fancy hilted knife in his navel, destroying it fast and neatly. Aaron
withdrew and didn't take notice long as the redhead fell to his
knees. Aaron yelped a cry of victory and fun as he jumped away from the
redhead who huffed.

Aoi took notice of Aaron, "Israeli?"

"That'd be Aaron," Ibath said, "His family is from Israel originally but I
think, like you, he lived in America."

"He's ...."  Aoi smiled.

"Yeah he is," Ibath agreed.




Aaron had a slightly large nose but it was not unhandsome, his lips were
also a bit big, almost African but again, not unhandsome. His still
developing body had the look of a junior high football player, muscles
before they should be there, a smooth untouched belly and a belly button
that was part innie and part outtie. His olive colored skin was slick with
sweat and his movements had the flair of an acrobat. He landed on his feet
but his sword was thrust out to the side and its point found the thick hard
belly of an older muscle man who was trying to get up from a battle he had
just won but which had floored him. That man's opponent lay next to him,
his belly completely ripped out of him by a dagger in the hand of the man
Aaron was jutting his sword point into. The man, trying to get up, his
stomach tensed and tight in doing so, was partly folded in that of someone
almost getting up. Now he threw his head and feet back to the ground in an
almost involuntary action as Aaron's sword drilled into him. Aaron liked it
quick and laughed, "Ah ha!"  He pulled the sword out and Aaron took a quick
look at this man who caved in on himself as the skin was torn up on Aaron's
sword point, dripping. The man dropped his dagger which in had first torn
the other muscle guy near him---the dagger was jeweled and had points
facing up from the hilt up to the point but then punting downward again so
that when ripping out these two points tore more.

Aaron looked about and saw two other gladiators---a young blond who was
pinning another blond against the wall, both with long hair. They looked
like brothers. They probably were. He didn't get to know all the gladiators
in the barracks or the other fights he'd been in and maybe these two were
twins. It didn't matter any more as the pinned one jabbed his smaller knife
into the belly button of the kid in front of him as the kid retracted his
elbow and knife arm to stab his lookalike. Blond hair flew back and then
across both foreheads as both were stabbed and both went down...slowly but
then fast, they died spasming, cumming through their meager loin
cloths. Aaron shook his head, "Good action."

Two others were wrestling on the ground, one on his back, the other on
top. They rolled and Aaron could see that as they rolled, the roll made
their stand off with daggers end. Both belly buttons were invaded by dagger
points and both males jerked as the point found meat to drill into. Both
stuffed their elbows forward, driving blades in as far as they could go.

For a moment, Aaron thought he was the only one left but then he saw two in
the middle of the arena. "Not fair," he murmured to himself, "I like it
like that."  He heaved his chest to catch his breath and watched...

The two other fighters.




One was a little boy with smooth skin and tender, muscled legs, bare
legs. The boy wore only a brown speedo and was somewhat sun tanned. He had
brown hair to over his ears, straight hair. A bit curly in the back, which
struck Aaron as strange. The boy's belly was in, his ribs out and he was
not undefined but for someone his age he was not unusual. A vein ran the
length of his lower belly, about two inches below his navel and two inches
above his speedo. He had his flexed arm moving, shaking, toward the belly
of the older, much older opponent.

The opponent was smiling and sweating. He had killed many on the floor of
the arena, in this fight and many others previously. His hand, like the
much younger boy trying to jab his long straight knife into his navel, held
a knife. This knife was trying to invade the boy's swirlie
innie-outtie. The opponent was not hairy but not totally smooth either. He
seemed about 18 and his chest was huge, totally worked out on. His pecs
were hard with hard nipples and his arms were mounds of massive muscle. His
stomach abs stuck out--all 8 abs. He wore a thin tan speedo, making him
look bare. He could have been bare for his penis jutted the front of his
speedo like a spear and it looked wet too. As he moved even closer to the
young boy, his penis stuck more up, more straight. The muscle man had a
crewcut of brown hair but any hair could not really be seen. He had a bit
of hair on his chin. His perfect teeth smiled as he knew he had this kid in
seconds. Each was struggling to drive a knife into the other's navel. He
laughed at the futility of his young victim before him.

The younger boy's belly now heaved to win, sticking out over the top of his
speedo. He looked worried and he should have been. He knew he had only mere
seconds to live.

"Hey kid, I'll make it fast."

"Puh...please..."

"Nunthin personal," the Russian said, "You know that. It's you or me. Kill
or be killed."

"We...we can...change it..."

"Sorry kid, I like your spirit that you still try to...win...but you've had
it..."  The Russian looked down at the top of the kid's legs which were
actually on top of the speedo top. "Changing the outcome is not..."




"...beyond impossible," another voice said. It came from over the low
sloped shoulder of the skinny kid. Suddenly the Russian saw the knife the
kid was holding move closer and closer to his own belly button. The kid was
holding his knife wrist with a free hand and he was holding the kid's knife
wrist with his own free hand. But wait....! Someone else was holding the
knife hilt with the kid. Shoving it toward him. The Russian used all his
might to shove forward but while the point was just touching the kid's
pit--for this kid had a pit that looked like it should have been a gigantic
belly button innie but in that pit was a smaller but not unlarge outtie
circle...it could not go in. A hand was over the kid's hand, holding the
Russian's knife hand and wrist away from the boy!!!

The Russian looked at his own navel and saw the knife point delving toward
it. He then looked up and saw a smiling bright but olive colored
face. Aaron. Aaron had his chin resting on the kid's bony shoulder,
"Hello," he said to the Russian. "Even the score a bit. While the knife bit
or is that bites into ya? I was never good in English on Earth but neither
were you, Russian steroid head!" Aaron shut his eyes a bit as if he were
having sex and drooled on the young boy's shoulder.

The young boy's hope came alive and his eyes widened with joy as he knew
the bare chest he felt against his own sweated back belonged to the guy
that was going to help him stab the belly button of this Russian muscle
man. "It had to be quick..he stronger than us both..."

"Oh I know all about quick," Aaron opened his eyes and turned his head so
that his ear laid on the bony shoulder and then he turned his head
upright. The kid could feel Aaron's sex enlarging itself on his butt crack,
dipping up and digging over the speedo rim to the bit of crack that stuck
out. Wet there. Aaron now focused intently and seriously (but for a moment)
on the Russian's navel. He jabbed with the kid and both kids felt the
exultation of having their hilt drive to the skin, the tiny points on the
hilt also digging at the outer rim of the belly button. But not to worry
for Nolo, sitting there, would make sure the navel was devoured. Or they
would die. The navel was devoured. Aaron saw to that. A quick jab in and
that steel point of the knife drove right into the fleshy navel of the
muscle dude. Aaron smiled as he watched in glee and it gave him energy, "Oh
heee hee, oh yeah!!! Yes!"




The boy smiled too, grateful to be alive. He used his tiny might to drive
the knife in. Aaron felt the kid jerk and shook his head and put his head
behind the boy and kissed his neck, feeling the bony spine with his thick
lips. He licked the kid and looked over his shoulder again.

The Russian saw the knife bury but more importantly he felt it bury into
his navel, a drilling pain of fire and newness there in his guts. "Not
fair...not fair...no, this can't be happen....nnnnn...ing."

Aaron shrugged and gave him a so what look... a look of, "So I cheated...I
do anything to stay alive in this arena" look.

The kid peeked back at Aaron for what was the first time. Feeling his
savior was enough. "Take that!"  He said as he turned back to the Russian
giant. Aaron and he pushed the body away from themselves but they both took
a step to follow. The giant body fell off the knife and back.

"Look at him!"  Aaron said. He turned the boy to him and saw the kid had
cummed in his speedo, "Forget him..."

As the Russian heaved his stomach out and made his wound worse, Aaron took
charge of the kid's knife. The kid said, "Thank you."

"I like you, you're fine!"  Aaron saw the makings of a washboard in the
kid's abs, not quite there yet, the fine contours of lines on his belly and
around it, below it, and the smooth hip area. "Man," he said.

"Ohohohohohohhohhh, not me, cannot happpppppnnnnnnnfufufffff...."  The
Russian was dying as Aaron held the boy close to him and used him to drive
his penis up from his own outfit into the kid's lower belly. As he did
this, Aaron also stuck the kid with the kid's own gore covered knife. Up
the lower belly into the navel from underneath.

"No!"  The kid yelped, "I thought you ....youwkkkk!"

"Would save you?"  Aaron laughed, "I was, man, but man, you got me so hot
and so...."  He spewed his penis up over the kid's bare belly and the
smoothness of the belly made the cum flop in a rolling motion down the
bareness, "...so worked up, I couldn't help myself...I want something, I
take it...I am the only one to live in this battle...I think that counts
for sumthin."

"Ohohoh," the kid shut his eyes and buried his face in Aaron's ample chest
and slid down a bit to his navel to lick it out.



"That's right, bold one, little one, get your last licks in. Enjoy what you
can, that's right, take what you can before you...."  Aaron shoved the
knife up and up and up, "EXPIRE!!!!! EXPIRE!!! DIE, KID!! LIKE THAT BIG
IDIOT OVER DERE! DIE! LIKE I WILL ONE DAY IN HERE! DIE!"  He shoved it in
all which way and withdrew, making the boy body fall off him, strings of
and clumps of cum tying to him from the kid's own penis and from his to the
kid's bare belly.

Aaron shouted, "I win! I win! I always win! I win again! I win again!
Hahahaha Ha..ha...ha...an ahhh! I a winner! Look at that!"

"Shit! That was intense!"  Aoi said, fisting himself under his own
outfit. "Is he always like that?"

"Pretty much," Ibath said, "He likes it."

"So I see," Sole said, "I wonder if he will fight me."

A large Oriental male, just out of his teens, with a white bandana tied
around his head, sat on a bench and said nothing. He was very built and had
a flat stomach. He was eyeing Sole. He knew he would be one of those who
fought Sole.

TO BE CONTINUED...