Date: Wed, 21 May 2008 18:47:30 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO  25

"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!

"Hey, no, stop!"  Christo grabbed Chance's right arm but Chance just
swatted the small kid off his arm. Christo landed on his butt.

Bazian was trying to hold Chance's left arm but was similarly swatted
away. Chance put his hands around Aaron's throat. An elbow in his back
stopped him. He almost fell onto Aaron, who passed out again. Someone
pushed Chance back from off Aaron. Chance recovered and stood up to who it
was, "Who the hell...?"  He was chest to the face of who it was...Aoi. "Oh,
you."

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"Shutting him up! I need to rest! I might be fighting you in the morning
and if so, killing you will be easy if I get my sleep."

"If you're fighting me, you won't need to sleep now...you'll be getting
enough of it after my sword point rips into your belly button hole."  Aoi
was calm and not yelling. He didn't want to wake up Aaron. The two boys
joined him. "Christo, Bazian, you allright?"

"Yeah," Christo was rubbing his butt.

Bazian was rubbing Christo's butt too, "Yeah. He was going to..."

"I know."

"I still am...you can't watch him all night..."  Chance giggled.




Aoi ran right up to Chance and put his hand over his belly, gripping with
his fingers. His fingers were all around Chance's hard rock stomach navel,
"You try anything again and if anything does happen to him, I'll rip your
stomach out with my bare hands and then you won't need to worry about
rest..."

Chance began to sweat. And ejaculate. "I...du...."

"Do you understand?"  Aoi squeezed.

"Yes, yes, yeah, I do, don't do that," he squeaked.

Two guys were behind Chance now, one, Bodie, a boy with straight brown hair
over his ears and eyes and the other a black haired Aztec guy named
Ixta. "They your pals?"

"Yes," He murmured, "Now let me go..."

"We don't agree with what he's doing though," Bodie said, "So if you
hafta..."  He wore a sleeveless vest with six thin tie ropes between them,
all far up on the neck or chest. The last tie rope has many ripped
hangings, three with major points coming down, the middle one pointed at
and just above his very deep navel, bare stomach and low hanging ripped
loin cloth with six or more ripped sections pointed down and around. The
vest has a pocket on the right side and a stripe or two under the arm with
a stripe over the shoulder; the left side has a star on the lower portion,
a stripe, and another star near the armpit, also one on the shoulder. He
wore slip on shoes.

The Aztec wore only a lion cloth and moccasins. And he had very long silky
black hair.

Aoi jerked his hand into Chance's belly and then released him, tossing him
back a bit. Chance rubbed his hurt navel area and looked at Aoi with anger
in his eyes, "Great! But I still need my rest..."

Aoi rushed him and jumped, his left hand a fist which made impact with
Chance's jaw. Chance fell back into the hay, unconscious. Aoi looked at the
two smaller boys who smiled. Aoi says to them, "Now he'll get his rest."
Aoi turned to Bodie and Ixta, "Any objections?"

"No, we're cool with that," Bodie said.

"Do not believe in killing a wounded sleeping boy," Ixta puffed. The two of
them went back to sleep but they did not go near Chance.




Pare was having his bellybutton outtie being felt up by the two boys on
either side of him but as fingers pressed his skin in, he knew he had to
get up, "Hang on guys...no not onto my belly button," he said as both boys'
fingers pulled his outtie out more...

"But Pare...."  Evan said and let go..

"We like it, and you," Percival said.

"Go to sleep now," Pare said, "I'll be right back..."

He found Sole asleep on the wall bench near Fuk who just staring, eyes
open, meditating. Pare woke Sole up, "What?"

"Something happened near Aaron," Pare said, "I think..."

Aoi was near them and nodded for them to come over to Aaron's bed. They
followed him. Sole yawned, "You know I need my beauty sleep if I'm..."

"Don't you start..."  Aoi laughed. He told them both what happened.

"The bastard," Pare snapped.

"Well, Aaron's safe now," Aoi told them, "But what are we going to do about
getting out of here?"

"I don't know," Pare said, "I've tried to call Wiz but he...he isn't
coming."

"I know," Sole said, "I've tried too. Nothing."

"Me too," Aoi said.

Pare looked downcast and held his head down, "I guess..."

"He doesn't like us anymore," Aoi shrugged.

"No, it's not that,you two jerks," Sole said kiddingly, "There's another
reason...he can't answer...."  He became very serious, "You haven't
forgotten that..."

"...witch demon thing...or was it a demon witch thing?"  Pare asked.

"And the red eyed boy that brought us back to life..."  Aoi finished.


"Exactly, there's some serious paranormal supernatural shit going on here
at this castle and it must be stopping us from getting to Wiz or Wiz from
getting to us," Sole conjectured, "So if we're going to get out of here..."

"We're going to have to do it ourselves," Aoi finished.

"Yes," Sole said.

"But what if some of the other boys helped us?"  Pare asked.

"We've no idea who will be on our side, the same problem," Aoi thought.

"Tomorrow night, Ibath told me, is some kind of party for all the
gladiators...maybe there we can find out who's on our side."  Sole said.

"Okay," Pare said, "I know the four boys will be our side. Christo, Evan,
Percival, and Bazian."

"Brude too and Ibath," Sole nodded.

"Aaron if he was well..."  Aoi said.

"I'm not so sure about him...he likes the killing..."  Sole said.

"Hmmm, but think about how many Thoros guards he can slay getting out and
besides, he's probably getting bored in here," Aoi fought.

"Maybe," Sole shrugged, "We'll have to see but he's in no shape."

"Not now," Aoi agreed, "But he'll recover."

"We'll try to get the others to give us some kind of answer at the party,"
Sole said.

"For now..."  Pare started...

"We need to sleep," Sole said. Aoi laughed.

The next morning, Chance was called out into the arena. He was hopping
around, wide awake, "I feel good! I feel really goodah! I got a good rest!
I'm ready to take em all on!"

Beni gave him a thick sword with a lean point and a serrated knife, "Just
get out there, blondie."


"Sure, I'm ready as ready!"  Chance went outside.

Going out, Chance had his sword and a knife and he was facing ten bigger,
more muscular, older men. Five wore thongs with severe cuts going up and
down, five wore loin cloths of leopard skin cut. "Ten is that all!?"  He
laughed, "I can take em all!"

Watching from the cell bars, Pare turned to Aoi, "What did you do to him?"

"I just hit him," Aoi said, "I guess he really gets a kick out of getting a
rest."

The fight began and Chance was all over the place. He kicked off the stone
wall of the arena and threw himself at two of the biggest muscle
men. Catching them off guard, he jabbed his knife into one of their belly
buttons, far above this dude's thong, and dug in deep as he flew through
the air and with his elbow spiraled himself around the other one and
whipped his sword into the other guy's belly button, cutting in and out
really fast. The guy grabbed his wound, just above his leopard skin loin
cloth.

Pare watched him with astonishment, "I he got a kick out of you giving him
a punch."

"He's good," Aoi said, "But I still hate him since he tried to kill Aaron."

Chance landed low and crouched as two other muscle men ran at him, bodies
gleaming with oil and sweat, flat stomach on one who wore a thong and bumpy
abs on the other, who wore a leopard skin. Chance waited until they were
real close to stand up. Another muscle guy was behind him, ready to grab
him from behind and either hold him or turn him toward him so as to smash
his trident into Chance's belly button. He wasn't sure which he wanted to
do---which caused his downfall. Chance came up with both knife and sword
and the closest muscle dude got the knife angled up into his navel
hole. Chance was amazed, "Wow, you got muscles of steel..."  He smirked,
"But my steel's stronger than yours!"  As he said this he also drove from
on low, the sword into the other guy's navel and out his back. He pulled
out and then lashed his sword back and at the same time, stood up so as to
catch the guy behind him in the abs---right in the navel too but this time
the sword, higher up than the guy's stomach was cutting in from above. The
guy's thong was also cut from the swipe and it fell off.

"How is he?"  Pare asked of Aaron.


Aoi moved with him over to Aaron, who was awake now but pale. Evan and
Percival were squatting on either side of his bed; Evan drawing the letters
of Aaron's name on each of his lower fingers A's on two fingers--pinkie
being one of them, B on the middle finger, O on the pointer finger, the
fourth and N on the thumb, all under the inner most knuckle. "Pretty cool,
huh?"

Chance saw two muscle guys coming at him from both sides and he jumped up
high over their faces and the two collided with each other. "Offff!"

"Oaf!"

Chance landed not too far from the pair and thrust his sword, flat end
level with each of their very large outtie belly ridges over their buttons
and under their buttons. The sword, horizontal, cut both their bellies and
meshed them together in a weird entanglement. Chance smiled and tossed his
knife into the belly of eighth guy he slew, this one coming at him in a mad
yell. As if that were to scare him. This guy held the hilt and as he tried
to pull it out of his navel, he made grunting sounds and sounds that Chance
had never heard before. "This is too cool," he said as he focused his
attention on the sword stuck sideways into two belly buttons, the sides of
the sword cutting longways, "WhadifI do THIS!"  He yelled as he twisted the
sword so that the levelness of it, turned vertically now. The two muscle
guys, looking at each other lovingly and longingly as their sex drove up
their hard rock lower muscles between cock and navel, now looked at Chance,
begging him to stop. "NAW! You like it!"  He twisted and then removed it to
their yells. They screamed. One yelled, "No! NO, put it back in! Back in!"
Chance stuck it back in. Then out and into the ninth guy rushing him--the
dude running so fast and hard that the guy merely stuck himself onto
Chance's sword...and the force made Chance drop his sword with the guy. The
guy stood there and took a few steps. He held the sword at his belly and
danced with it, trying to pull it out, much like the guy next to him trying
to remove the knife. The knife guy fell against the wall and his back
arched against it as he tried to take the knife out. His tight abs kept it
from coming out. Each move he made, each breath he heaved in and out, made
him feel the point of pain over and over. It zeroed in on his belly and
felt as if it kept going in his gut even when he knew it was not.




Chance watched. The last guy backed off. Chance saw the two who he stuck at
one point, fall into each other's arms. "Aww, you make a cute couple..."
The belly buttons touched and the gore meshed into each other. Their
penises rose out of their respective half coverings and began to join the
belly button mess. Some of one got on the other and vica versa.Parts of
each's belly button ridge and innards went into the other. They tried to
use their might to separate each other, pushing on each other's shoulders
but this made their pain increase and made their penises rise more, cutting
into their lower ridge and continuing...the pain and rising. Cum, blood,
skin, intestine all melded. As they pushed a bit away from the other, lines
of gore like spittle in a prolonged kiss hung from one to the other.

"Noooohhh, ahh, stop, stay near me!"

"EEEEEEE! Weeeeeehhhhaaa, die togetherahhhhhhhgggnnnn!"

The two fell and locked lips, rolling to a kicking death. The last muscle
guy put his hands up, "I give, man, I give."

Chance paced over to and pulled out his knife from the guy who had it in
his belly button----when Chance removed it the guy seemed as though he had
finally stopped moving---but when Chance took it out, the guy kicked some
more and groaned a bit more before finally coming to a rest.  Chance came
to this last guy who was surrendering, "You new to this? Don't you know
what happens..."  Chance walked over to him carefully, expecting a trap.

The muscle guy looked at him, "Of my own free will, I just joined today..."
He backed up to the wall. Looking at it, he turned back to find Chance as
close to him as he could get. Chance was just a bit shorter, both big
males. "I just joined today!!!!"

"Bad timing!"  Chance dug his knife into the guy's belly button and was
surprised that for such a big guy and such a big muscled body, that the
knife went in rather too easily. It slid in as though it were moving
through butter.

The muscle dude sucked in air and closed his eyes, then opened them as he
slid down a bit, his eyes looking accusingly at Chance. Chance just lifted
his chin up in triumph. The guy held his sides but couldn't grab his wound
because Chance held the knife in place even as he slipped, making his own
belly get a slit up the belly button to the ridge. "They told
meeeeeee....there would be mercy..."




"They lied," Chance smiled and then his face went serious and he made his
eyes pop out as he brought the knife down to the belly button as the guy
slid some more. He seriously cut the guy's gut up, swishing his knife this
way and that and digging in, hitting so much stuff inside, it made his hand
tingle and quiver. He licked his lips and stuck his tongue out and bit it
somewhat. The guy slid down, closing his eyes for the last time, his face a
grimace of unparalleled pain. "Fool."  Chance unstuck the guy or let him
fall off the knife as he held it. He stepped his sandaled foot on the guy's
side and kicked the guy over and put his foot on his lower belly, "I win!"

The guy groaned and moaned and died rather rapidly. Watching Pare smiled,
and so did Aoi.

"Teams!"  Nolo yelled, "I want teams."

Beni called into the cell, "Ixta and Bodie, you're out there with Chance."

"Hey, I'm tired...."  Chance called out as the bodies were being taken out
by youngish, skinny boy slaves in yellow thongs. Five of them were needed
to move one muscle guy's dead body. A few muscle guys seemed to die as they
were being dragged off, moaning something about still being alive. The boys
just laughed.

"Ya little fuckerrrsss..."

"That's why you're getting a team," Jolo said, and laughed his perfect set
of teeth.

More teams were called out. Chance had Ixta and Bodie with him. Ixta had an
Aztec sword which looked almost like a chain saw. Bodie had a trident and a
short gladius sword. From other cells, other teams were assembled.

There were three brothers, all very blond, one was tall with braces, a bit
muscled in the stomach. Another was medium sized, very skinny, also blond
and the youngest was short but very stocky and very buff in the shoulders,
chest, and arms. All three had LONG blond hair. The middle brother tied his
hair up in a bun. All wore yellow low cut high leg cut thongs. All had
smooth skin, no body hair, and were not very defined but muscled. The short
one, the youngest was the most defined. He had definite washboards even if
his six pack wasn't very well lined. They laughed as though they were going
to win. Sole came to watch, "Terrific, the Hanson brothers on speed..."

"You know," Pare looked, "I think they are the Hansons."




"You...might be right," Aoi squinted, "Even after being here in this land
for over a year, it still surprises me. I mean like, where and how did they
get here and..."

"Fuk, Sole, you're out here too," Jolo called in.

Fuk went past Sole, "This is it."

"Don't go out there," Sole touched the bigger boy's well defined left
shoulder. "YUM," he thought, "...don't go out there with a defeatist
attitude."

"Remember, when you kill me, what I have asked of you."

"I won't forget," Sole said and as Fuk started to move off, Sole grabbed
him back to himself and shook his arm and hugged him, "And I won't if there
is any way...I won't..."

Fuk looked down at him, "You should. Cause I will. Hard and quick, I'll
kill you if I..."

"Let's go marys," Beni yelled, "Your on the same side! Same team, move your
asses!"

Jolo yelled, "Get out there now or I'll kill your friends!"

Fuk went up to them, and took a long Japanese sword, "I don't have any
friends."

Sole followed him out to Beni and Jolo, "You two are gonna pay."  He took a
spear and a sword.

"No," Jolo laughed, "We bet on you winning with the chink."

"Which means we're gonna get paid," Beni high fived him.

"Laugh it up now cause soon, you'll feel my point in your belly button
guts," Sole said and went out, leaving the pair smiling but less
confident. Jolo swallowed.

Beni nudged him, "There's nothing he can do. Nolo has that demon kid..."

Evan was near them, listening and he moved off, unseen.

Fuk and Sole took a spot near the center of the arena. Sole found himself
hard as rock and up past six inches, "Damn."




Fuk looked at him.

"Battle always does that to me."

"I see."

Others were called out. Osk who was Norse was to fight on the same side as
Sigrun, a big redhead. On their team was the gray haired cubby cheeked boy
Alti. Vikings.

There were three Romans on one team: Tatius with blond hair and blue eyes,
Pollio with red hair and brown eyes, and Vitruvius with brown hair and
eyes. And four Romans on another: Felix with brown eyes and blond hair,
Otho with black hair and eyes, Lucanus, and Sergei, with some Spanish blood
in him it would seem.

Greeks: Cimon, Pasion, and Phintias.

Motorcycle thugs from the 1960s: Jackie, Fred, and Howard.

Pirate boys: Gauche, Bucc, and Syn. All wildly dressed or undressed as the
case might be.

Chinese: Hung, Yao, and Wang.

Native American: Mahican Chicon,a tall 19 year old with silky black long
hair dressed in full native outfit, leg ins, no shirt, moccasins. Feathers
in his hair and ear. A long wooden spear with thick head as a weapon. Nomo,
a young smaller kid, an Apache/Hopi looking like a younger Chicon but
stockier. And taller, gaunt, skinny but mean faced Kanna, of the eel clan,
wearing leather shorts only. Looked like a human snake.

Arabian: Jinn, Geng, Chul, Casbah.

Egyptian: Azir, Lemur, Khaz.

Celtic-Irish-Welsh: Ronan, Nuil, Gwyn.

Knights: a young boy named Galahad, blond and lithe and innocent
faced. Bres and Art.

Picts: Eanfrith, Alpin, and Wroid.

And from modern times: Oliver, Kien, Kyle.

African: Nubu, Avil, Shaka.

And more!



Sole said, "Well at least we only have to fight teams, some of them will
kill each other."

Nolo waved, "Wrong, one third Trio brat...it's all of them against you and
Fuk."

"Fuk, I think we're fucked," Sole said.

TO BE CONTINUED...