Date: Sun, 25 May 2008 00:49:24 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO  27

As Fuk began to finish the four Arabian warriors off, Sole made due with
stabbing a long, thin spear into the belly button of Galahad, through the
innocent faced cherub, into the pirate boy Gauche's belly button swirl,
through his meat and on into the other boys behind them. As he did this,
the boys tried to get off the spear but each one behind the other, not
expecting it, was caught in the navel by the thin wooden point. It was like
a giant toothpick entering their navels and exiting their backs.

Fuk dropped Jinn as Geng, Chul, and Casbah attempted to get around him and
Fuk. Jinn still waved his Arabian sword at Fuk and threatened to stab him
in the legs. Fuk hit the sword and it flew from the boy's hands, for he was
using both hands. Fuk didn't wait: he struck his point into the boy's hard
stomach and pulled out. Jinn screamed and dropped his hands to his
wound. Fuk didn't watch, he turned to Chul, the largest of the three still
alive. Fuk was grabbed around his wrists by this one, who rolled, putting
himself down under Fuk, Chul's long semi sword-knives still in his
hands. Chul kicked Fuk's legs, putting his sandals against Fuk and tossing
him. Fuk flew up and fell back but as Chul came up to him. Fuk attempted to
get up and his stomach flexed, every ab lined with muscle. Chul reached
down with his sword knives, attempting a jab with both.

Pirate boy Gauche, his muscled bumpy back against the washboard stomach of
smooth pirate boy Bucc, thrashed wildly as burning poked through his navel
tunnel. Syn, in kerchief scarf over his head and patch over his eye, tried
to move out of the way as he saw something strange going on with the
thrashing blond hair of Galahad, Gauche's arms and legs moving wildly, his
feet off the ground. Syn gulped and looked down as something jabbed lightly
at first, at his navel meat. Then he saw it...a twisting spear cutting into
his stomach hole. And continuing. He buckled and thrashed forward, his
mouth biting into the left lat of Bucc's back. Bucc was just standing
there, taller than Gauche, trying to bear it...chest heaved up and out, the
pain in his gut not registering on his face. Syn shut his eyes and gulped.

Sole kept the spear moving and the whole line of boys, being cut at the
belly holes, moved with it as Sole kept it moving to stick as many of the
boys as he could.




"Let me by!"  Reddish skinned Irish redhead, freckled all over Ronan yelled
and tried to get past Syn. Sole kept the spear moving and jerked it so that
the point exited Syn's lower back and emerged to Ronan's view. But it was
fast...too fast for Ronan to jerk back. Soon he would arch his back as the
spear broke his skin at his outtie belly button, went in, split his meat,
and exited. Ronan felt tugged by the spear at his navel, it maligning and
bumping against his right inner navel side.

Fuk rolled up against Chul's stomach with his feet and Chul fell. Fuk
easily stabbed him with his sword. Chul made a sound between a yelp and a
screech. His two partners, Geng and Casbah, weren't expecting this and had
backed off to watch Fuk get his belly stabbed but it was their friend they
saw skewered. Angry, they moved at Fuk again.

Behind Ronan, the other ex-knights Bres, a stocky, broad shouldered man boy
with Dutch boy haircut and thinner but strong bodied Art, were stuck on the
spear also. Bres stripped out of cloth and his penis purposefully stuck
into the butt under Ronan's ripped thong...and he grabbed Ronan's shoulders
with his hands and tugged the boy closer to his body, to his chest, the
boy's arching and thrashing back, not straightening with the pain of a dick
in his butt and a wooden spear entering from the other side into his navel
hole. Both boys moaned. Most of them were doing something like
this. Explosions filled the space between boys...what little space there
was...explosions of white. Dripping was going on on legs and thighs...

Dripping sweat, Sole drove in, both hands on the spear, his face showing
the exertion, "Yeaahhhh! Gotta keep it going!"

Nuil, a chubby cheeked Welsh boy with ruddy brown stringy hair, long to his
shoulders, in green leaves only and scrawny Gwyn with jet black hair, were
last. Nuil was turning to Gwyn when the spear hit his side and he
turned...the flesh tearing itself as he turned. He turned on the spear, the
wooden pole cutting his soft skin above his hip and making a path to the
deep innie fleshy belly button. Deeper than deep now. "Ohnoohnonooo! I
canna believe ID!"

Gwyn saw this and tried to move off but the spear hit his navel too and
went in about an inch. It hurt but it wasn't deadly. He pushed his hands
onto the nice back of Nuil and tried to push himself off. "OW!I dunwanna!"
He knew pulling himself off would cause more damage. But staying on...

Stringy hair hit his face and sweat from Nuil splashed on his mouth and
cheek. "I surviv'D North'N Irrland, N now this'n! NNNNNNNGRRRAERRRAY!"

Nuil gulped, Auch, Ohh, ya bab'E, ya not even stuck like me...nnnndyinnnn!"




Fuk jumped up on his feet and rose off the ground, his sword targeted on
the belly of Casbah, the dark innie semi outtie lined with dark hair from
navel to dick. It found its way in and Casbah folded like a lost card
player. He fell back. Fuk landed and instead of staying up and level with
thick bodied Geng, he bounced down, missing Geng's swishing sword above his
head. He struck out from on low. Geng was hit in the belly button and out
his back went Fuk's sword. Fuk seemed to smile for the first time but only
briefly. Geng went wide eyed and Fuk pulled out quickly. Geng fell
quickly. Fuk ran from three American Indians and ran to the back of Sole's
spear line. "What are you doing?"

Sole saw Gwyn trying to get off the spear, "Oh no you don't!"  He stabbed
in.

"Oookayy," Fuk said and pushed on Gwyn's shoulders, "I get the idea but..."

"Oacuh, you chink bastar"Duh!"  Gwyn gasped as he felt himself inched
forward. He pushed against the masculine back of Nuil but Fuk shoved.

"Strong kid," Fuk said, "But not strong enough...give in to it."  He pushed
Gwyn.

Gwyn shut his eyes, "No, you can't! Not fair!"  He felt himself thrust
deeper onto the spear and it into him, onto his spine and past it. Out his
own bare back now.

Sole laughed and grabbed the other end, "Now you're getting the hang of the
talking joking thing."

Galahad was just hanging limply. Sole kissed his dulled lips, "Already
dead? Wimp pussie."  Sole licked Galahad's cheek and snarled...

Fuk grabbed the end of the spear, covered with gore of the boys, all the
boys having their innards gushed out onto the spear. He raised it and some
of the boys were off the ground. Sole rose it too and he and Fuk, as one,
flung it. It landed onto other boys, about ten of them. A few were just
stuck under it. One was struck in the chest by the spear but Sole ran up to
him and stabbed his belly out sideways from hip to hip. "AWWWWW!
NOOOGGUNNGGUG!"  Of the ten, some boys were stabbed in the belly button by
the thrashing boys on the spear. A few did not drop their weapons but held
onto them tightly and using them as a way to focus the pain away from their
navel cuts. It didn't work but it did make them able to stab others near
them in their frenzy. A cacophony of male guttural sounds filled the air:
mostly pain and suffering, lingering deaths. Spurts squirted in every
direction as penis slits popped and navel knots were mangled. Navel gore
was between some of the guys on the spear. One round empty ridge was
smeared on the side of Syn's own belly, having awashed off the spear onto
him. He was last to die, focusing on the fine ridge of someone else's navel
hole, either of the three boys in front of him. The spear seemed to come to
life as the last of the boys jerked. Many were dead. Showered in cum and
sweat and filled with pain/pleasure of navel death lingering on even
after...

This left the three American Indians, Chance, Ixta, and Bodie as well as
the wounded which included Oliver, Kien, and Kyle. The wounded were all too
badly hurt to move but not hurt enough to die. In addition there were some
still alive under the spear, those hit by the spear. Dead boys lay across
them, some of them on the spear itself. The wiggling of the guys on the
spear stopped and the last huffs of these ended but the wiggling of the
wounded continued. Their huffs were just getting going, rising and falling
in sound.




Sole felt the cool yet warm breeze which washed across his puffed out
chest. It felt good to be alive and to have this natural breeze lick his
nipples and pecs...he was alive and it felt good to have killed many others
who were not. He knew he would go on. "Fuk, we can do this."

Fuk looked sad, "Yes....we must do what we must do."

Sole ignored him and scooped up his original spear and sword.

"Circle em, they can't get us all!"  Chance yelled and moved in at Sole
while his pals Bodie and Ixta moved at Sole's other side. Chicon, Keela,
and Nomo circled around Fuk. Fuk and Sole moved back toward a wall, keeping
it at their backs.

Fuk looked sad, "Yes....we must do what we must do."

All the combatants were hard to the sounds of the moaning of the wounded
and dying. Clean up boys were unwilling to come out to collect the bodies
now...they would wait until it was completely over.  Sole waited for Chance
to come close to him but Chance moved in and darted back out. Sole jumped
up, feet first, sideways and jump kicked into Chance's body, throwing
Chance back and allowing Sole time to fly off him and into the other two,
who both fell. As the pair tried to recover, they expected navel deaths to
sear into them but Sole did the unexpected. He ran over to Chance and stood
on the boy's bare hips with his feet. He picked up his spear over his head,
using both hands, dropping his sword...

Keela, one of the Indians, allowed Chicon and Nomo to move in on Fuk and
when he saw what was happening to Chance, he moved at Sole with his curved
bone swords...just as two things happened at once...Sole drove his spear
straight down into the belly of Chance and felt his wiggling with his
feet. Sole snapped, "Stay down and feel my weight on ya as you cum to your
death!"  The other thing that happened was that Bodie and Ixta wearily
stood and in a daze moved at Sole's bare back with their weapons. Just as
Keela got in their way. Keela jutted his sword out at Sole's back but heard
movement near him. Turning he felt cold steel enter his flesh above his
right hip.

"Getta outt the way!"  Bodie snapped. His sword exited Keela's bare
stomach, sideways and brought with it intestinal tubing. Keela grunted once
and fell in a heap.

As Chance struggled with his own pain and death throes, Sole turned off
him, swiping his spear outward and picking up his sword near Chance's
muscled side...and faced Bodie, who didn't care that Keela was falling off
his sword side. Bodie smiled at this and it distracted him enough to not
see Sole. Sole stuck his sword with the side flat at Bodie at the same time
that Ixta came from the other side. Bodie and Ixta collided, stomach to
stomach---with Sole's sword in between their stomachs...cutting their belly
buttons with razor sharp slits.

"AHHHHHAA!"  Sole pushed it hard between the bellies and the sword's sides
cut both boy's belly button knots. The two tried to back off the other but
the pain made them jut back toward each other and they collided in pleasant
and unpleasant places. Their jaws hit each other, their shoulders bounced,
their dicks rubbed, and their knees hit each other's knees. "Ha Ha!"  Sole
drove them around toward the wall, the boys now caught on the
sword...yelling. Yelling for him to stop.

"Oh man, kid, just kill us!"

"Don't do thatttt!"


Fuk was moving around Chicon, having a hard time trying to block the long
haired Native's attacks. While he did that, the little one, Nomo moved in
with his long bayonets. He was able to cut Fuk's upper right leg but Fuk
stabbed out with his katana and cut a slice across Nomo's belly button and
from hip to hip.

"Ohhh Gawd!"  The little Indian gasped, jumping back and looking down at
his wound, holding his bayonets out to the side of his body. "Think that'd
stop me!"  He rushed back in madly, swinging. He moved at the battling
Chicon and Fuk.

"Don't attack in anger!"  Chicon yelled, "Your blood lust will get us both
killed!"

"I want him dead even if I die!"  Nomo yelled and whooped.

Chicon turned back from Fuk and moved away and held out his spear ...onto
Nomo's belly button and Nomo ran full onto it and out his back before
anyone knew it. "Well you can die then but I don't want to."

Nomo looked at him, "What do you mean?"  Fuk stared. Chicon smiled. Nomo
shook his head no and then looked behind him to see the spear jutting out
of his bare smooth back. He looked back at Chicon and shook his head
yes. Chicon shook his head yes. Nomo hardened his stomach and flexed his
washboards...very cut for a young Native. "I can take more than that!"  He
dropped his weapons and put both hands on the spear and pulled himself
along it more and more...his belly extended out, his mangled button
sticking into his guts now...

Chicon unstuck the boy and was about to turn, "Your honor, Japan man, will
not permit you to..."

"Wrong," Fuk said as low as possible---now behind Chicon, who's turned head
could see Fuk's jaw and chest so close. The Katana cut between left hip and
ribs and sliced into the flesh until it hit the belly button tunnel and
broke into it from the left side. Fuk used all his might and thukked it
into the hard meat until it found a bit of empty space...the navel pit and
Fuk churned the sword and twisted so the point was now full around and in
the navel. Then he pulled the sword forward toward him and into Chicon. Fuk
jerked his body into Chicon's back, shoving Chicon more onto the sword
point. Chicon tried to remove his knife from his belt at his lowest waist
but Fuk let him go now and turned...moving fully around to Chicon's
front...BUT keeping the katana in Chicon's navel and swishing it in deeper
and deeper until his hands were feeling Chicon's stomach muscles all around
them. Chicon couldn't say anything.

Nomo, still on his feet, gurgled, "Stick him, Japan man! Stick my killer
good...dauh! Daarr!"  Nomo grabbed his belly and fell to a heap of wounded
boys who were moaning. He joined the chorus.

Fuk stuck Chicon fully and the sword backed out a bit and then Fuk decided
to stick it back in and shoved until it re-exited Chicon's back again. Then
Fuk turned his back to Chicon, with the sword still in him, twisting it
over his own head and holding hit over head. Fuk then undid it from
Chicon's belly, drops of gore and blood spilling out with it. Chicon stood,
wide eyed at Fuk's muscled back. He went to his knees. Fuk turned and cut a
slice into Chicon's chest and then went back to Chicon's heart. Pulling it
out again, Fuk moved to stab Chicon's lowest of abs between navel (former
navel) and dick beginning. "I dislike those who kill their own team
mates..."


"Funny that, cause I heardddtttttttt! I hurt! Oh man, how I hurt..."
Chicon spat from his penis slit and his belly button. He moved back over
his own heels and folded, grabbing at his belly.

"How you die," Fuk said, "With your secrets. Die as a warrior dishonored!"
Fuk took back his sword finally but longed to thrash it some more in
Chicon's hard abbed belly areas. Chicon leant back and slowly died in a
puddle...

While Fuk did this, Sole had Bodie and Ixta standing on his sword, belly to
belly (most of the time---for at times, they tried to get off it but could
not without undue pain or feeling like their innards would part from their
flesh if they did...right out their bellybuttons and they were
correct). Sole was estatic that he could cause so much pain to two who
could take it this long. He turned the sword so that it was not that level
anymore and each movement caused the boys pain in their navels, at the same
time! Ixta put his arms around Bodie's back and hugged him. "No, don't do
that," Bodie said, "It makes it worsaaahhhh! Ahhh, oh yeah, do it, boy, do
it!"

Searing shots vibbed through Ixta's penis and balls. "Oh, we die
together...in belly button pain!"

"Oh yeah, keep it up," Sole snapped, "You two are fantastic! Die as one!"

"We die as one," Bodie kissed Ixta over the sword, their chests heaving
over it, their bellies cut on it. Leaning into each other, their fleshy
stomachs tight against their backbone but this move could not escape the
cut of the sword. For their bodies moved together on it.

"Feel this too!"  Sole slid the sword out a bit and the slice burned the
bellies. He then moved it back in and cut more toward Bodie's belly. The
boys were screaming for him to stop. Then they yelped for him to keep it
up, they could take it. But Sole laughed for he knew they could not...and
when he stabbed, their hands would sometimes leave the places they were at
and shake out as if not knowing where to scrap or grab. Bodie put his nails
into Ixta's thick back and scratched at one point. Sole heaved the sword
more toward Ixta now...

"No me, more for meeeee!"  Bodie said.

"Don't be selfish, I have enough to cut around for all of you...well,
really just your belly buttons!"  Sole laughed and took his spear and slid
it side by side with his sword and the boys screamed more.  He had backed
them to the wall where his weapons kept them standing up but now with both
in them, the boys were sliding down. Sole kept them up but decided to drop
them. The two fell, pinned on the sword and spear head. Wiggling caused
more pain. They were on their sides.

"Pull it out."

"Yeah it'll feel real, man."

"Make me feel alive."

"And make us feel our deaths."

"Ready, one...."

They grabbed the parts of the weapons that were in their guts.

"Two..."


They held the weapons more steadily.

"THRRREEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

Both boys pulled and the spear and sword came out with gore and pieces of
their hard abs. The legs kicked a foursome as
one. "OHHHHOHOHOHHHHAGGHHHHauhghugahhh!"  They beat each other with fists
to hips and ribs. Shaking. Jerking.  But then their arms gripped around
each other's shoulders and their mouths locked in a last longing
kiss...their bellies splashed together! Became one wounded mess instead of
two, and for a bit, they separated but lines of gore locked between the
areas of former navels. It felt better to press into each other and let the
stomachs meld. Chests heaved in and out, stomachs pressed in and
out...pounding pain and then a huffing death...a slowness to the pace
now...a second feeling of burning pain and then nothing...cum all over
their in between ness.

Evan was whispering in the cell to Pare and Aoi, "That's what he said."

"That's it then," Aoi said, ignoring Christo tugging on his thigh, "That's
the reason we can't get to contact Wiz or the Seer or anyone magically."

"They have a demon boy in their blocking us from them," Pare conjectured.

Aoi nodded, watching Sole in the arena. "Or them from us or something like
that."

"Then we have to get out of here without their help," Pare added, "They
might not even know we are in this mess."

"I say we storm the guards," Aoi said. Finally, he grew tired of Christo
tugging at his leg, "Christo! What is it?!!! And why now?!!!"

"It's Fuk...."  Christo yelped.

"What the fuck about Fuk?"  Aoi asked. Pare laughed as Aoi rolled his eyes,
realizing the nonsense he just said.

"It's just that..."

Sole looked at the wounded, "Fuk, you know what we gotta do...if we
don't..."

Nolo yelled, "If any of the wounded who are not wounded in their belly
button pits die...shoot arrows into both of them!!!!"




Sole stood over Oliver, Kien, and Kyle. He looked at handsome Oliver and
they locked eyes. "I am sorry, I don't wanna do this but it's you or me and
this is the arena...and I wanna live."  He sworded quickly into Oliver and
pulled out fast. Oliver spasmed and died fast. Sole looked at Kien and Kyle
and took both his weapons to hover over the boys' untouched and heaving,
flexing and unflexing bellies, which rose and fell. The navels changed
shape as they moved. Ridges came and went. "I don't wanna...oh hell, yeah I
do. I live and you die. That's tough ain't it...like your bellies
aren't...and my sword is...feel it for yourself in ya guts!"  He shoved a
spear into the nice navel of Kien and his spear head deep into Kyle's big
round button. The spearhead made the big round button vanish beneath
it. "Die, weaklings, die!"

Fuk also did his share of mopping up. Slaying all the boys who were trapped
under the spear or wounded by the falling spear. Legs thrashed from under
the pole. Bodies on top bodies were kicking and not even wounded but Fuk's
katana found their navel holes under the log and other bodies. Done, Sole
came over to help. A boy lying on his side in between the dead bodies of
boys pinned on the spear pole, kept still. Sole reached down and pulled his
legs out. The boy turned to escape Sole's grasp...which he did. Now though,
he was on his back. Sole let his sword just find its way into the kid's
navel. The Kid arched on his back and up onto the sword more. Sole found
others to kill too.

Soon, all the boys were dead except Fuk and Sole. The crowd seemed to be
favoring Sole and Fuk. Sole held up his blood tipped sword and his gore
covered spear to Nolo, "They are all dead in their nice, young navels...and
we live. It's over...let us free to the outside or let us return to our
cells...it doesn't matter...there's nothing more you can do..."

Nolo stood up effeminately and shook his shoulders back and forth, "How
wrong can you be, little fraction of Trio...?"

Fuk was not standing near Sole. He was starting to take off his bandana and
gripped a fallen spear in his hand, dropping his katana.

Aoi held Christo's shoulders, "Are you sure about his, kid?"

"Really sure?"  Pare asked, inbetween the two and bending down to Christo's
level.

"Yeah," Christo said, "He used some of it to store some of his medical
powders..."

"I speak for both of us!"  Smiling, Sole was still turned toward Nolo,
"Give us your decision or can't you make one?"

Nolo smiled and walked down a bit toward Sole, "Oh, I've made one
already...as you will soon find out..."



Bandana off, long black hair now hanging loosely around his full head
circumference, Fuk was rushing at Sole's back with a spearhead which had
blue powder on the end of it and he moved the spear head in a circle...
rushing at Sole, racing at him, his legs moving very fast...the spear
pointed right at Sole's lower back to slay him....!!!!


TO BE CONTINUED...