Date: Mon, 19 May 2008 19:12:50 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO  24

"Sole you're out there now!"  Jolo yelled.

Sole went to the weapon's cell room where a Thoros handed Beni a semi thin
sword. Beni handed it to Sole, "I believe in you kid, you're beautiful."

"Shove it up your belly button, Beni," Sole took the sword and for a moment
thought about stabbing Beni with it but the Thoros foursome in the cell
came forward with spears pointed at his abs. "Maybe later...?"  He went out
into the arena. He looked around, there was no one there. "What is this?"
He said to himself.

"You," Sole heard Jolo call into his own barracks. He whirled to see
Cameron coming out, the 19 and a half year old. At 19 Cameron was short,
stocky, with big arms and thick legs but a sort of undefined
abdominal...not unattractive but smooth and hairless with just a tint of
fat there. A fabulous ridge like a cliff on top and a non existent bottom
which went in like a pupil of an eye. Cameron had a thicker sword with a
thinner point. He paraded around the arena to the delight of the other
rulers sitting and watching. Nolo nodded to him. Yule sat on Nolo's
lap. Cameron took his sword and put it inside his leather shorts and
rubbed...

Aoi was watching from a bench beyond the bars, "What's he doing?"

"I think he likes to make a show of it," Ibath told him.

Cameron took the leg of his brown leather shorts and pulled it up so that
his uncut dick flopped out. He wiggled and swung his hips as he did so. He
also had a knife in his shorts which he pulled out and rubbed up his
foreskin, uncurling it so his dick stood out, veiny and massive. Sole just
stood there and watched, wide eyed. "I don't believe this."

Cameron rubbed the knife up and the sword down and pulled the sword out the
bottom of his shorts. His dick was slick with wetness at the head. He began
to sweat. He looked up at the audience and licked his lips seductively. He
opened his mouth in an O shape. He thrust his pelvis up and at Nolo,
whirling back to him. Cameron then went up to the bars where Aoi and Pare
and Ibath and the others watched. He stuck his dick in the bars and rubbed
on them. The boys just stood wide eyed, not ready for this. Cameron dripped
pre cum into the bench area and it pooled there. A scrawny boy dirty blond
haired kid lapped it up. Cameron was handsome, brown hair, green eyes, and
square jawline. He jerked himself, holding the hilt of the knife and the
sword against his dickside with both hands as he jerked.

Pare opened his mouth as realization came to his face as Cameron
came. Cameron walked as he cam, a wild jerking motion, cumming as he moved,
trying to walk normal. He moved toward Sole, who was smiling now. Pare
swallowed, dry mouthed.

Aoi squinted. Something else was going on. "Hypnotizing him?"




Cameron moved at Sole but his "UHUHUHNHUNHUNHGUNGUNG" ing forced him to
stop as he shot a massive load. Most of the first shots flew over Sole's
head but he caught the third one on his sword and let it drip off, finally
swinging it off in clumps. Cameron shot more loads and a few last pools
fell off, parting from his thick slit with an audible
sound. "Ahhhhhhhhhfuck, thatwasgood. Hasn't happened in a week...oh
yeah..."  He leaned over with his sword hand and clapped some up in his
palms, "Lookatthat shit!"  He stood up with sand mixed with cum in his
hands and moved over to Sole, getting closer, "That is reallly fine shit,
prime stuff, wanna SEE!"  He flung it into Sole's eyes!

"Sole!"  Aoi yelled as did Pare.

Sole reacted as expected. He put his hands up to his eyes but it was too
late. The mixture of cum and sand blinded him. He rubbed his eyes but they
watered. He knew Cameron was about to kill him. He didn't rub anymore. He
took his hands away from his eyes. He tried to open them, and he saw
nothing but white blurs. Anyway they stung so he kept them shut for a time.

"YOU FUCKIN COWARD!"  Pare yelled, his Spanish accent coming out and he
said the Spanish word for faggot, knowing full well he was one
himself. "Can't fight fair!!!!"

Aoi went next to Pare on the other side of the bench, "Shhh, we have to be
very quiet now...Sole's hunting blind..."

"Oh," Pare cried.

Ibath was puzzled, "What do you mean?"

Aoi stood up and went to the bars. He grabbed the bars with his fists,
"Just watch this..."

The Irish-Scottish Cameron stood, proud and waved at the crowd, victory in
his hands and in his mind. He turned to Sole, who's own stance made
Cameron's face drop. He lost some of that proudness as he saw Sole, not
cowering, but standing ready to fight, sword in hand and
up. Listening. Sole listened. The audience hushed. Cameron backed away a
bit, "Ha, you can't believe those old wive's tales that when one sense
goes, the others get stronger....hearing for instance? The only thing you
gonna hear is the slurp of your belly rippin open by me sword...."  He took
a step forward but stopped...and started again...

"What's Sole doing?"  Ibath asked Aoi.

"Yeah, what?" Pushing to the front, Evan looked at Pare. Pare smiled and
put his finger to his lip for silence.

Aoi answered, "He...he can sniff out belly buttons..."

Sole sniffed...

Pare couldn't hold back, "Yeah, he can do that especially when they're full
of lint and dirty and stuff like that and fleshy and dried cum is in em
and..."

"Will you shut up!"  Aoi said and laughed. Percival pushed beside him to
watch.




In the arena, Sole stood, his eyes closed, cum and sand on them and in
them. He blinked. Some fell out. White blurs was all he saw but the sting
was fading. Still, it hurt so he closed them again. Just opening his eyes
made Cameron stop again. Sole sniffed as Cameron looked at him. "Are you
ready, blondie? Ready to die?"  Cameron came forward and this time, didn't
stop, "Well, say something, will ya?"

"Gosh, he might as well use the quiet on his side," Percival said, "He's
making enough noise to wake the dead."

"Or make himself dead," Evan nodded, on the other side of Aoi and near
Pare.

"Shhh," Aoi said.

"That's what I mean," the freckled and brown eyed Percival answered.

Aoi rubbed his long blond hair. "Shh."

Sole didn't move. Cameron was right at him now, sword pointed ahead of him
so as to put it between Sole and himself. Sole held out his sword but
didn't move it. Cameron's sword silently snaked past Sole's sword and moved
toward Sole's tight, flat stomach which was most like a river valley with
the center a half innie, half outtie; a kind of raised ridge about the
whole thing; a heavily scarred center which was sometimes looking as if it
were out more than the ridge, sometimes not, depending on the boy's stance.
Now it was a bit more in. As the point moved toward the center of the
navel, Sole sniffed. He hit Cameron's sword away from his body and moved
his sword at Cameron. Cameron shrieked a girlie shriek and darted back,
away. Sole made a puzzled face, curious, and confused but he followed
Cameron as Cameron moved back. Cameron went straight back at first.

Nolo was watching intently. Yule yawned and fell off Nolo's lap.

When Cameron saw Sole steadily following him, he tried to back a different
way. Sole sniffed again. Cameron backed himself to the arena brick wall. He
saw Sole's form moving at him. Then he realized he had his sword still in
his hand. He held it up as if he were blind. "No, please, don't kill me,
don't kill me, don't kill me, please..."

"Sleaze," Sole said, his face now right near Cameron. "Still you lie, you
really are a coward, aren't you?"

"Oh, no," Cameron started to raise his sword between them and they were so
close together, that doing that would stick Sole in the dick or the
stomach. Cameron would settle for either one, "Can't we, can't we, can't we
just call it a drawwwwwww!"

Sole stabbed his point into Cameron's stomach, "Die coward, die a coward's
death, nicenslow."  He stabbed in a bit. Cameron still held his own sword
and raised it. It knicked Sole's lower ab closest to his leg but Sole hit
it away with his free hand and it fell. He inched the sword in Cameron's
navel in some more and more. "Whoops not too fast...there ya go..."




"No, do it fast!Dungaaaa, don't let me sufferaahhhh!"  Cameron shut his
eyes and swallowed, "Ummm, um, I...ahhh...no.....NO....OnO....."  He
sweated and looked at Sole's eyes, which looked blank. "I didn't mean
to...."

"To what? Blind me?"  Sole twisted the sword a bit, moving his
wrist. Cameron gasped. "Did me a favor...gave me a challenge...feel that,
do you?"

"Oh yeah," Cameron breathed hard and Sole felt the warmth on his neck and
it felt good. Cameron looked at Sole in a different way now, "You...do
me..."  He felt good and he felt something like admiration toward Sole, a
macho boy who would actually have the guts to stab him in his. To be so
savage and lovingly violent...to stick him where feelings like this would
spring from. "AHAHAHAHAHAHA! Goof!"

"I think alittle more."  Sole inched it in some more and felt a knob of
flesh in the belly button snap around his point. Cameron felt the burning.

Evan watched wide eyed. Percival said, "Even as a page boy in jousts I
never saw anything like this."

"Just listen," Pare shut his eyes and soaked it all in.

Cameron's flaccid penis was now rising past his own dried up cum on his leg
and soon, his hip. Dried cum on the penis head cracked and split, as did
his bellybutton under Sole's ministrations. Soon, without realizing it at
first, he was hard as rock. And wet and pre cum was dripping. He realized
it when he felt his own dickhead and foreskin pressing against his rock
hard abs. The dick soon rose so high as to threaten to stab the sword and
it did. Only Sole, when he felt the mushroomic head hit the metal of his
sword, jerked the sword down a bit so as to hit the dickmushroom head
away. Sole smiled when he smelled that it spat cum, white and
sticky. "Missed my eyes this time, girlie boy."

"Just do me, I love you for it," Cameron said and licked Sole's smooth
neck, "Love your taste."

Sole smiled, "Love the smell of your former belly button..."  He pressed in
more and popped the back wall to Cameron's abs, thick and tight, "Your nice
muscles won't help ya now but they are hot...and tight..."

"Ththhhhh...ankkkuh....youuuuuuuuuuuuAHHHHHHH!"

Cameron tried to bend to make the pain more bearable but as he bent, his
dick spat more cum up his chest between his pecs, over his left nipple and
Sole with his free hand now pushed Cameron's upper body back up against the
wall. "No ya don't, feel it some more..."  Sole was relentless: he pushed
it in another inch. Cameron felt the burning in him, like a drill seeking
someplace to exit from. Like those old movies where a machine was drilling
its way to the center of the earth and searching for a hollow cave. Or
making its own. The point was chunking meat out of the way.  "Prime meat,"
Sole said, "That's what you are! Were..."

"I'm ripped..."  Cameron puffed...




"Cut," Sole laughed and stuck it in more, feeling the spine being
knicked. The quivering of Cameron's innards and belly button ridges made
the sword quiver and the quiver ran along Sole's arm up his shoulders and
down his sides to his own navel. His bellybutton moved to Cameron's
jerking.

Sole found himself wet with pre cum and...whoops...soon cum itself. He shot
out his loin cloth.  "Oh this iss gooddduhhh."

"Time to go?"

"Yeah," Sole twisted the sword some more and inched it in at the same time.
"Feels good on my hand too," he said as he could feel the quivering vibrate
the sword down to his hand.  He put both hands on the sword and jabbed in
as far as he could until he hit the wall and jerked it up and down a few
times before quickly pulling it out.

"Nuhhhhh," Cameron shut his eyes and his hands found his hole and he
fell. Sole smiled and looked up at Nolo and waved his sword in the air.

"That's all for today!"  Nolo stood up and yelled.

In the audience a male, much older than Nolo, and who wore only straps
crisscrossing across his tight muscled body, stood up. He wore a crown and
had a sword in his belt. His body was well developed and one could tell he
worked out, perhaps even took steroids for a short time. He had light hair
on his torso, belly, chest...and thick black hair. On his privates he wore
a black leather piece and a brown belt. "Wait! We other rulers came here to
see all the games...we traveled a far distance..."

Nolo turned from moving out of the stands, "And you're point being?"

"Now we have to go home?"

"Stay here if you want..."  Nolo said, and smiled, "I can find nice things
to do for you..."

"You are not understanding me!"  The man yelled, "I, Nostrom, want some
action now!!! I don't want to stay in your miserable little fortress any
longer than I have to. You were supposed to show us how arenas like this
all over could be profitable to all of us. Now I demand to get some action
now!"

Nolo sneered, "Very well, then..."  He waved his hand, "...you shall have
it..."  He waved to the mulatto and albino. The pair were already
ready. The albino had a white wooden arrow this time in his bow and let it
fly. Sole watched as it appeared in the bellybutton of Nostrom.

Nostrum took the hit a bit and moved back a bit. He looked down and up and
then down again. Nolo shrugged his shoulders, "That action enough for you?"

"Aw, nawwww," Nostrum gasped.

"Is that a no?"  Nolo nodded to the mulatto who had chocolate colored arrow
ready to fly and fly it did. Right next to the one already in Nostrum's
belly button. "Maybe that will soothe your passions...oh wait, something is
growing there...more passion?"




The feathers on the arrows moved a bit in the wind as Nostrum stood
there,unsure what to do. Sole felt odd as he just lost his hardness of his
penis...it was growing again. He felt embarrassed this time...not because
anyone could see but because he was getting hard and stiff at something
Nolo ordered. He went with it.

Nolo smiled, "The rest of you enjoy my humblest hospitality or leave if you
want..."  Nolo turned to leave the stands again, "...and enjoy this dying
fool..."

Nostrum was trying to heave the arrows out of his belly button, gripping
both of them at the same time. He heaved and struggled with himself,
"Nun,nughhaaa....grunnnnnnnnnnn! HILTTTT!"  He then tried taking one at a
time out and pulled but his tight body held them in. He managed to get the
white out a few inches but then he fell to his knees and, not wanting to
fall onto them, bent his considerable hunk of a body back, stretching out
his stomach before everyone. He quivered some more and rolled
over...hitting the arrows anyway and his belly was ripped open as arrow met
the floor of the stadium seating. As Cameron fucked the sand in the arena,
Nostrum fucked the stadium seating floor. Other males were clapping in the
stands.

Sole came back past Beni, who was looking at him in amazement. "Beni!"
Jolo grabbed the sword from Sole's hand, "Next time don't forget this!"  To
back him up, he had four more Thoros warriors behind him.

 When Sole came back into the cell, Evan and Percival with Pare met him and
slapped him on the back, proudly. Aoi came to them also with Ibath behind
him. "Can you see okay now?"  Aoi asked.

"Yeah I think so," Sole said, "I'm okay. I can see. Just stings alittle,"
he said, "And I'm a bit tired. I need some sex," he smiled as he sat
down. Evan wiped Sole's forehead with a towel as Sole sat on a bench. Sole
looked at Percival.

"I...I would take your sword if you had it," Percival said.

"Huh?"  Sole smiled.

"I used to be a page boy...a kind of second to knights," Percival smiled. A
very young boy, he was blond with brown eyes and freckles,Welsh and
Scottish.He had on only a fish net pair of short shorts. Sole smiled at
him, almost feeling sorry for him. He put his hand through the kid's blond
hair and touched his cheek.

"Hey, he's mine," Pare said and pulled Percival away jokingly.

Evan laughed and so did Percival. "Sole, are you allright? Really?"

"Fine," Sole said, "Nothing like a good gutting through a nice belly button
to get me going..."

"What if we just charge them now?"  Pare asked.

"No," Sole said, "It won't work unless...we'll talk later...or
tomorrow...I'm sort of hyped up for some...thing..."  He trailed off as he
saw Fuk approaching.

Aoi asked, "What do you want?"


"Hey, he helped Aaron," Sole said, "Let's see what..."

"This will take out the sting," Fuk cupped his hands and moved toward
Sole's eyes with them.

Sole grabbed Fuk's wrists, looked at the liquid clay in them, and said,
"Look, just why are you doing all this?"

Fuk nodded. Sole nodded to the others to disperse. Everyone moved back to
their bunks except Pare and Aoi. Sole looked at them. Aoi asked, "Are you
sure?"  Sole nodded. Aoi and Pare moved away, watching Fuk carefully. Fuk
put the clay over Sole's eyes.

"Does it feel cool?"

"Naw, it...wait, wait, it does," Sole said, "It does...the sting is going
away. That's wonderful...you're so cool...I wish you and I could...well,
you know."

Fuk sat but not too close.. They sat there silently for a long time, before
Sole took the clay off and stood up and stretched. "Thanks, buddy but..."

"I want to do something worth my while before you kill...before I...I die."

"You're all set on this me killing you thing, aren't you? How do you know?
I mean how do you even know that it is you and I that will be fighting each
other?"

"I just feel it," Fuk said, averting his eyes away from Sole, "And if I
win, I would not spare you if you were the only one left..."

"No, no, I don't suppose you would," Sole said, "And I know I'd gut your
nice muscled belly...really, you look stronger than I."

"Will you...will you promise me something..."

"Well, if I can..."

"My line does not believe in sex...we believed that our strength is taken
from us if we had sex..."

"Cor, you're joking, man!"  Sole laughed but when he looked at Fuk, he saw
only a serious faced Oriental. Sole dropped his laugh, "You're not...man,
we, Aoi and Pare and I, we feel just the opposite, sex gives us our desire
to win and to kill...you oughtta try it..."

"I cannot go against my ancestors...but..."

"...but what can I do about it?"

"...but if it comes down to it, and I am dying, will you...will you not
make me die a.."




"Am I getting this right?"  Sole shut his eyes, trying to swallow the
stupidity of it all, "You are a virgin and you are because your family
rules say you have to be to be a good warrior and..."

Looking Sole in the eyes now, Fuk finished, "...if I die a virgin, my
family loses its honor."

Sole opened his eyes, "Look, Fuk these rules are just plain stupid. I mean
who makes all these rules?"

Fuk looked down, away from Sole's gaze again, "Then you will not do it if
it cums to it?"

"Cums to it?"  Sole laughed.

Fuk stood up and grabbed Sole, "I mean it, will you? It is deadly serious
to me and my honor."

Sole looked at Fuk, who towered over him, holding him by his collar
bones. Sole stared at him, eyes to eyes, "Okay, Fuk, okay, I will. I won't
let you die...a virgin."

"Thank you," Fuk sat down again.

Sole put a hand on his ample shoulder. Fuk looked at the hand and back
up. Sole whispered, "Fuk, is that why you never join in with the others?
With sleeping with them?"

"I...I meditate," Fuk said, "I know things. I know you will kill me."

"I will try not to," Sole said, "I won't if it can be helped. Maybe if we
can all just try to get out of here..."

"You will..."

"Get out?"  Sole asked.

"Try," Fuk said, "Many will die."

"Many will," Sole stared out the cell openings, "On the end of my weapons."
He turned back to Fuk, "But not until the right time."

"Yes everything has a right time," Fuk said.

"I wish you'd let me do what you want now, so I won't have to after I stab
you," Sole said.

"No, it is not in the cards for me," Fuk smiled now, the first time Sole
saw him do so, he thought.

They sat there side by side for a longer time. The night came
quickly. Later...

Pericval and Evan were on their knees on either side of Aaron's bunk. Two
other boys, their same size and age came over. Aoi was checking on Aaron at
the same time, "How is he?"

"He's fallen asleep," Evan reported.




"Good," Aoi stated, "Who're you two?"

"I'm Christo," a dark boy with dark brown hair with strands of black in it,
all straight--- over his eyes and down behind his neck, said. If Aoi ever
watched THE PARTRIDGE FAMILY, which he didn't nor wouldn't if he ever saw
just one episode, he would have remarked just how much Christo looked like
the original Chris Partridge, a dark countenance, small stature, bony
shoulders and underdeveloped body. "I'll take over watch now."

Aoi looked at Evan. Evan said, "You can trust him, he's okay."

"And so am I," a freckle faced redhead said. This kid had shorter hair over
his ears and a long red tail behind his back. A strip of yellow was down
the middle of his head. "I'm Bazian."

"Let me know if he needs me," Aoi said and moved to his bunk.

"Thanks, I'm beat," Percival said, "If he needs, you know, anything...done
to him...you know..just do it sitting down the middle and don't let him
touch his belly...it's still pretty raw..."  He moved off.

Percival lay on his belly next to Pare, who laid on his belly on some
hay. "Hey," Evan yelped and plopped next to them, "Wait for me!"  He laid
on his belly next to Pare.

Pare put an arm around Evan's waist and one over Percival's
shoulders. "Okay now, go to sleep," Pare ordered. Soon, he heard the two
boys laughing lowly. Then he felt hands under his belly from both sides and
knew that both boys were putting their hands under him, across his hips and
hitting an erogenous zone along the way. "Wha?"  They giggled. Percival put
his pointer finger onto Pare's outtie bellybutton and pushed it in. Pare
squirmed. They continued and Pare wormed again. "Okay, that's it!"  He put
his hands around their backs and under their bellies and did the same thing
to him. They laughed.  He stuck his fingers in their belly buttons deeply
and they squirmed and humped the hay. "Okay, now enough, go to sleep..."

Some time later that night, Aaron began to moan quietly but then his moans
rose. Bazian and Christo, somewhat sleepy but still awake on their posts
over him, looked at him. Christo whispered, "Don't let him touch his
wound," he said as he held Aaron's left arm. Bazian held Aaron's right
arm. Aaron's belly rose and he moaned more loudly.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Christo's big brown eyes with straight eyelashes looked at Aaron's loin
cloth which they replaced. It jump started and Aaron's raw hips
rose. Bazian let go of Aaron's arm with one hand and held it with the
other. He used his other hand to push the hip on the right side
down. Aaron's other hip was still up in the air. "Damn!"

Aaron moaned louder and
louder. "AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!OHHHHHHHFFFFGaaaahhhhDDDDDDDDDD! It hurts! IT
HURETDDDDDDSSSS!!!"



A big blond with curly short hair came over to them, his thick legs
approached from Christo's side. The big blond looked German. He had many
muscles, "Shut him up!"

Christo looked up, "Ummmm, he's in pain..."

"I don't care, shut him up. I fight tomorrow, I know it, I know I will and
if I do..."

Bazian frowned, "Well do you know it or don't you?"

"Look red, don't be a punk, just shut him up now. I need my rest! If he
doesn't shut up, I'll tear his throat out with my bare hands now!"

"He's hurting," Christo gulped, brave enough to speak up now.

Aaron moaned and gasped now, shut his eyes and tried to grab his own
belly. The boys held the arms tight but were losing the fight with Aaron's
arms. Bazian looked up, "Look, you, what's you name??"

"Chance Brunzorf," the muscle blond snapped.

"Well, help us!"  Bazian said, "Help us hold his arms!"

"I'll help you," Chance said and reached his hands down for Aaron's throat!


TO BE CONTINUED...