Date: Sat, 31 May 2008 12:45:14 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO  31

"My two friends faced off against their opponents each. As they did, I
wondered if they felt the same mix of feelings I did. I mean, well, I
wanted to win, to do my best to plunge my sword or knife in the belly
button of my enemy...this big kid named Rosado...but...but...something else
made me want to have the opposite happen. To have him devour my
navel...with his sword or spear...to have it enter that nice hole of my
Oriental ancestors...big and shallow my navel would somehow welcome it into
itself. I've been...well my two friends and I have all been privy to having
steel death stab into our navels. I can tell you, it's quite a nice feeling
in a different kind of way. To have that rod of the other guy go right into
your open waiting hole...exposed to the air and all to see. To feel it make
a path through you as the other guy looks at you in glee and partial
disgust at your weakness. We were lucky enough to experience this more than
once and return from the death it brought...a nice lingering comforting
death of tunnel pain in your navel hole and out your back sometimes...all
these thoughts fought against the one thought I had of wanting to put my
sword right into this big kid's big navel. Strong, it would be so easy to
let this kid drive that sword straight on in...no..! NO!."

Ducking under Rosado's blade and moving away from the cell walls, Aoi
fought hard physically but mentally he had to fight even harder to resist
the desire to feel Rosado's blade jab into his eager belly button. His dick
was at its full height. His jet black hair kept getting in his way as he
diverted all of Rosado's blows and had to keep moving. If he didn't move
fast enough, Rosado's sword or spear would cut him. He already had a wound
on his upper leg and one on his shoulder. Not deep but hurting all the
same. It made him fight harder and more savage. His opponent was 5'7
Italian Rosado, who once sported baby fat belly. Now, older, he was heavily
built and with a large expanse of hairless belly between his hips but a
muscled one, one with a VERY large navel, very innie and deep with a closer
up section on the bottom that looked like a rolling hill. He had light blue
eyes and long dark eyelashes on a very handsome boyish and manly face. An
almost square jaw but a sensitive look. He had a small nose and large
sensuous lips. Rosado wore a thick pair of gray sweat shorts, hung very low
on his hips and even lower under his belly button. A kind of rough cut look
on the top of the sweat shorts. His washboard was thick, as were his
obliques. His weapons...a long thin spear and a short thick sword with a
point that has a lower point, carved. He also had pointed Chinese stars on
his shorts and black boots like a motorcycle rider.




Switched to fighting Sole was Germanic American snooty Onoff: medium built,
5'5, average face, brown hair, green eyes, SMOOTH skin, wore a green/yellow
laced tight and skimpy swim suit. His body had no hair on it except the
brown hair on his head, to his ears and behind his neck, not long, not
short. He had the body of a swimmer but not the abs. The abs were smooth
and uncut but there was obvious muscle beneath. His legs were muscled and
his belly button was shallow in one area but deep in another and this
changed position as he moved. He had a sword in one hand and a spear in the
other...a spear with a large metal silver colored point.  He also wore
velvet green boots with red stained points on each end. He had a wry,
almost psychotic smile and perfect teeth beneath. He had flip flops on his
feet and the sword in his right hand clanged against Sole's sword. Sole had
dropped his spear to use his sword better...and he had better use it to his
advantage, for Onoff was psychotic but he was good at fighting. He would be
no push over or in this case, no stab over. Sole almost admired the
handsome, average face of his enemy, almost wanted him to pin Sole's own
navel inwardly tight...Sole fought, as did Aoi to stop these thoughts.

The only one of the Trio who did not have thoughts of defeat was Pare. He
was too enraged by Christo's death a while back to think such things. He
wanted to kill his enemy, Justino. Shorter than Onoff and Rosado, Justino
was about Pare's height and Pare didn't even realize was his match in every
way. Pare pushed off Onoff.  It was then Onoff was far enough away from him
to fight Sole, alongside Justino. Pare rushed in to help Sole but Justino
quickly took up place to fight Pare. No matter, Pare thought, I'll kill
skinny as much as I would kill swimmer meat. All three will die wriggling
on Trio blades, Pare smiled as he fought.

Justino, another Italian, was leaner, shorter, and skinnier in a loin
cloth. The only hair on his body was a bit on his lower legs. He had
muscled forearms and a skinny almost concave belly with a heavily ringed
navel in the center which looked like a balloon tip where one blows up the
balloon. His bony shoulders sported muscles. The bony shoulders could fool
an opponent into thinking Justino was weak. The front waves of the hair on
his head were dyed dark blond and were curled but only in the center of the
front of the head and to the back this center area was buzz cut...somewhat
shaggier than the rest, the back shaved almost entirely but not quite. He
also had sideburns in the front over his long ears. A twinkle in his
mischievous eyes made him quite alluring. Pare thought he was kind of the
same as himself: mischievous. Justino used two Chinese swords in each
hand. Hanging on his reed belt were many knives.The belt dropped much lower
than Justino's navel. His stomach looked as though he were sucking it in
permanently but he wasn't. It was tightly compact with that navel set into
it. Like a diamond in the rough.

The fourth enemy had just arrived.  An alien humanoid, he had six arms, a
light blue short cut and open vest across a very wide chest. Each arm held
a deadly weapon: one a sword, one a mace with points, a spear, a long
knife, a pike, and a trident. His upper body, save for the vest, was
bare. His lower body, thicker than three males, had only a tunic on,
beneath which three penises swung. He had on sandaled boots. And what Trio
noticed, when they had time to see the newcomer in between avoiding
thrusts, is that the boy had three belly buttons. The center was oval but
an oval that was sideways and looked like a bubble as it stuck out in a
fleshy fashion. The one to the left side was a ringed and deep innie, dark
and dank, no images can be seen from outside it. The other one was a sort
of in-betweenie. Half shallow and half outtie. And the boy's three
abdominal sets were all 8 packs. And he had thick and muscled legs. His
face was, like his neck, thick and muscled. His eyes and the rest of his
features were human. He had high cheek bones, a flat small nose, and a long
smirk of a mouth. Dark blue eyes and long eyelashes. He was very handsome
and this struck Sole. At the moment, the alien boy just stood and watched
the three battles going on. He didn't move very fast, each of the Trio
noticed.




Aoi jumped behind Rosado, who quickly turned, his shorts bulging. "I notice
that you like me," Aoi joked as he met Rosado's sword and then knocked his
spear aside.

"No," Rosado puffed, sweating and moving at him again, "It's the thought of
slaying you and putting my sword in your gut that I like so much, little
nip."

Aoi hits Rosado's sword again and again, driving him back for the first
time, "No one calls me a little nip! Nip yeah, but not little nip!"

Rosado laughed, "Laugh it up now, nip, cause soon I strike..."  Rosado saw
a clear way to Aoi's gut and moved his spear up toward it. Aoi used his
knee to kick the spear clear out of Rosado's hand. It landed in the dirt,
shaft up. Now Rosado looked worried as Aoi pushed him back, circling faster
and faster, making Rosado move more and more. Sweat poured down his face as
well as Aoi's long dark hair.

Onoff hit at Sole's sword but Sole stepped aside and Onoff fell forward
into the cream colored stone wall. Sole laughed and moved to stab Onoff in
the back but Onoff turned quickly, pushing himself off the wall and
flinging himself. But he miscalculated and flung himself between Pare and
Justino. Pare moved to stab Onoff, who was on his stomach but Justino
rushed at Pare, ready to throw his sword. Sole flipped himself head over
feet to land in between Pare, the recovering Onoff, who was up on his hands
and knees, and Justino. "You again!"  Justino saw Sole stand in front of
him, landing perfectly and waving his sword, "Well, I'm game to git your
gut!"

"You can try!"  Sole smiled and swung at him.

The little guy ducked and swiped both his swords at Sole. Sole used his
sword to hit them both and knock Justino away. Justino's tight belly got
even tighter as he flexed trying to use both swords against Sole's
one. Sole struggled also. He knew Justino was very strong for such a small
boned body. "I'm not the push over you imagined, am I?"

"Not, you'll be stabbed over," Sole snapped and pushed Justino
away. Justino rolled and flipped himself up, very close to the six armed
alien named Trion.

"Help us!"  Justino yelped.

"Need help? Are such a fag?"  Sole mocked Justino and stood over him. As he
raised his sword, straddling Justino, the six armed alien came to him and
six weapons flung at Sole. Sole just barely had time to jump away from the
barrage.

Justino leaned up, without getting up, twisting his stomach and putting his
elbows down to lean on, "Hahaha, now who's the faggot? Blond homo, I bet
you even dye or bleach that hair!"

Sole jumped behind Justino, who was surprised, "I do not!"  He raised his
sword over the kid's head and was about to bring it down.

Nolo yelled, "The belly button, the belly button or die in yours!"

"I almost forgot," Sole said but Justino was up now and facing him.


The two met each other sword to swords. Sole managed to keep Justino
between him and the ever encroaching Trion, who seemed to smirk at what he
considered his inevitable win. It was as if he thought he had already
won. The weapons swung constantly in all his arms.

Pare remet Onoff, "I cherish our time together!"

"All faggots do!"  Onoff said, swinging, "Marry me, will you?"

"I can't, you're going to be missing the one thing I love too much!"

"What's that?"  Onoff asked.

"A belly button!"  Pare flung right at Onoff as Onoff had both arms spread
out, trying to spear and stab with sword at the same time. Pare moved in
and held his elbow close to his side and leveled his sword. It went right
into Onoff's smooth flat stomach...belly button center. Pare met Onoff's
whole body with his own. "Embrace me, lover boy!"

Onoff's face went over Pare's shoulder while his intestines unraveled out
his back with Pare's slick sword. Onoff's eyes were wide with crazy glee,
"My best part of me is behind me..."

"Feel that good," Pare twisted and churned, then looked over Onoff's
shoulder to see his sword turning with wrapped intestines over it. He cut
through them, "And die poorly...as you lived, homo phobe..."  Pare pulled
out slowly and let Onoff watch, his head down, staring at the sword
slipping out of him along with his vitals. Onoff's sword fell as did his
spear.  Pare left him standing there as he went to help out Sole, who was
now fighting both Trion and Justino.

Onoff nodded, "It did...it did..."  He stepped back a bit. He laughed. "It
did feeeeelt good. It does. You did it to me...didcha?"  Not making sense,
if he ever did in life, Onoff stepped back and then moved forward, holding
his belly. He suddenly got the urge to heave it up forward and his stomach
moved forward and he put both hands to it to hold it all together...and his
dick heaved up also, wetting his skimpy speedo swim suit. Soaking it
eventually. His lower belly felt liquid and he wasn't sure if it were cum
rising or gore and blood cumming out of his belly hole. The hole that
fucker Pare put there, he thought. "Nice kid, Pare, thank you for...for
this...this feeling..."  Onoff heaved and heaved, jerked his whole body and
especially his stomach up and up and he moved forward. He shot a load out
of the top of his speedo, the band not being able to withhold it all and
the top of his dickhead rose out of it also while cumming. Onoff then
stepped back and sideways. This put him with his bare back to the cold
stone wall. He leaned on it and stared...and
stared..."Oh....ahhhhh....uga...ugha..."  He would die that way but no one
really cared or noticed...his smooth body just stood there against the
wall, leaning, eyes open..."Hey, some...som...some one no...no...notice
me....I die..."

Sole was working double time to fight off Trion and Justino and he ducked,
jumped over weapons, ducked under other weapons and generally kept his
distance from Trion. Justino was laughing, "We can do this! We can kill
Trio!"

Pare jumped in front of Trion, "Hello, navel stabber dream!"

Justino turned, "Hey, why aren't...!"


"Hello, dick wad, cock sucker gay boy," Pare said as he swung both his
sword and Onoff's sword at Trion's weapons and he had to keep moving to hit
all Trion's weapons which kept moving all over the place. Pare dodged
around.

"I'm not a gay boy!"  Justino swung at Sole's sword. Sole used this
distraction from Pare to recover his spear and met Justino.

"C'mon," Sole said innocent like, "Admit it before you die, you hate homos
cause your one of them and can't admit or accept it."

"I am not! I never sucked cock except for that one...dough!"  Justino said
as he realized. Sole hit Justino's swords over and over and drove him back,
back and back and as they moved away from Pare and Trion, they fought more
toward Aoi and Rosado.

Aoi jumped behind Rosado and cut his back, a light swipe, not a death
blow. A long cut was from neck to mid back. Rosado arched, then fell to one
knee. He still swung sword and spear though to protect from Aoi's
sword. Aoi knocked the sword from Rosado's hand. Then he used the flat side
of his sword to knock Rosado back, his knee still bent. Rosado made a move
to toss his spear and with his other hand, reached for his Chinese
stars. Aoi planted his sword right into Rosado's navel. Rosado dropped a
star and his spear and grabbed at his own sides. He fell backward, his knee
still bent. He kicked it out as Aoi pulled the sword out of Rosado. Aoi
said, his words sounding almost Chinese, "Good fight, you lose!"

Rosado had his spear in his hand and tried to move it at Aoi, even with
Aoi's sword buried in his belly button but not out his back yet. Aoi let go
of the sword. Rosado grabbed at it to try to pull it out of his belly
button but wasn't sure he wanted to, "Hhhhhahhhhhhhit hurts. It hurts."

Aoi grabbed the spear, "You think that hurts...waitill ya try this!"  Aoi
shoved the spear point right next to the sword point and under and to the
side, each side, gouging Rosado's already large belly button all around.

The kid hugged the sword and his legs bent up as if he was trying to hug
it. His upper back came off the ground as he struggled to get up off
it. "No, that hurts. No!"

"Ya want me to take it out," Aoi said.

"Take out Chinese, homo!"  Rosado yelped, "Get it?!?"

"No, but you are!"  Aoi shifted his weight and his head tilted, "Now I take
out!"

"No! No! It'll hurt more! Just kill me!"

"I intend ta!"  Aoi said, "But take out first!"

"Ahh, no, no please, I'm done for, just let me die. Don't remove, it'll
mess me up more, more pain, more pain."




"Is that a request?"  Aoi said, "Oh fuck, who cares if it is or isn't! Feel
it out NOW!!!"  He tugged both sword and spear down and then out. His hands
felt it as the vibrations went up both weapons to tingle them via the spear
shaft and the sword hilt as the weapons met dirt beneath Rosado's arching
back. Rosado kicked and tried to roll but the weapons coming up out of him
stopped him. He did more damage to himself. Aoi jabbed it and jerked in
smaller movements now as he stuck the dirt beneath.

"My stomach can take it!"  He swallowed as his gut swallowed Aoi's sword
and spear. "I'll survive. Anything you can throw into me!"  But his tune
changed to, "OOOHHHHHNOOOOOOONOOONONONONONONO!"

"Yes!"  Aoi yelled as he took out both weapons.

"Fuck...."  Rosado managed to stand up, "...you! Fuck you!"

"You are gay after all," Aoi laughed, "Ya wanna fuck me. Well, why didn't
cha tell me that way before I kilt ya, fag hag?"

Ignoring the liquids that mixed over his lower belly under his navel and
all over his thickening, hard dick, Rosado let his anger take over. "I'll
kill you now!"  Rosado came at Aoi but he could hardly stand let alone move
and the thick, long penis made movement even more strenuous. Aoi stepped
aside to allow Rosado to get the full impact of Sole's spear point which
was going out the back of Justino at that moment. "Oaof! Fuc!"

"Fuk's dead--like you!"  Aoi grabbed Rosado's back and shoved him on the
spear some more, undoing his sweatpants, which were slick with pre cum. A
large dick popped out. Sole was shoving a spear into Justino's little
washboard.

Justino was whining, "No, you cannot do this to me. I can...get a fair
chance...I didn't fight someone my own size, my own weight..."

"Oh shut up!"  Sole said and shoved.

"I know what'll shut im up, a good fuckin!"  Aoi said as he shoved Rosado's
dick up Justino's ass, which wriggled on the spear. "Feel good guys?"

"Yesss," Rosado said, slurring and his eyes rolled back into his head.




"Get that dick outta me!"  Justino said, "I wanna try!"  Justino arched
back but then forward and slumped onto Sole's spear. Sole with a great
heave stabbed in. Rosado jerked and his penis stuck into Justino's cheeks
but bounced and then struck right into Justino's throbbing milky sweated
hole. As they jerked, each could feel the spear shaft in them doing more
and more damage, the point finding its way in and out as Sole took the
spear out. He withdrew the spear and from Rosado's back, the bodies stuck
together by penis in asshole. Jerking, wriggling in pain and pleasure, pain
from stab wounds and from the pain of sex, joy from the same two things!
Aoi stabbed Rosado's own spear in between Rosado's shoulder blades and down
so that it came out Rosado's nice belly where his navel should have
been. This made it catch Justino's back and out his belly button. The two
continued to jerk and cum and spat all over but as they did they felt the
spear in them, the point damage in them, and the whooshing around cut them
more and more! They loved it. As they jerked, Aoi, behind Rosado, put his
hands on Rosado's shoulders to keep him from falling over. Sole held one
hand on Justino's shoulder from the front. Aoi and Sole watched with
interest.

"Oh gosh!"  Justino whined, "Oh my! Oh more more more more! Keep me
cumming! Keep me...oh my body! Oh your so gooduh! No, I'll die...I feel I
being torn apart! Ahhhhh!"

"Whatcha complain about...he's homo, you're phobe...together you're homo
phobe..."  Aoi laughed as the guys jerked.

"And..."  Sole finished, "You get fucked three ways...spear back, dick,
...spear front....

"Ohohohohohohhmy guts, my gosh, I never felt anything...so wildughhhhhh!"
Justino slumped but tried to get up and his movements made Sole and Aoi's
dicks harden even more and redden with pre cum and rigidity.

"Damn you homes are hot!"  Aoi joked.

Using the spear back in, Aoi and Sole dragged them over to Onoff's body and
made the three slump over each other. The three were up against the wall
and their bellies, as they tried to move to each other in a compassionate
heap, met and meshed into each other as one. Slick they began to fall away
from each other and thick ropes of gore and cum seemed to split from their
joined bellies. Gwaking and moaning and groaning, they managed to stumble
back at each other. They fell in a heap of cum and blood. Aoi and Sole made
careful arrangements to get all the weapons out of the bodies.

"Uh, guys...a little hand over here," Pare said. He was tiring as he fought
Trion, "IN fact," he jumped behind Trion and attempted to stab him in the
back but the arms all turned toward him, "About six hands and six arms over
here would be nice.....I mean hey, he's got a belly button for each one of
us."

"Cumming!"  Aoi yelled as he shot a load out of his loin cloth. It mixed
with Rosado's flesh.

"Cumming!"  Sole shot too, "Stabbing in belly buttons, nothing better to
bring me off!"  His mixed with Onoff's smooth skin and dripped off onto
Justino's darker obliques. The three boys were slowly dying. Soon, they
were all done, dead and dripping, moans following their deaths. Sole and
Aoi were almost done too, some drips ejecting themselves back up to their
dickheads. They shook the sticky glue like residue off. And wiped the rest
off on the muscled legs of their dead opponents.

"Cum on!"  Pare said, "Get over here!"

"Allright, cumming!"  Aoi yelled. Sole had his sword and spear and ran to
Pare's side.

"Split up," Sole said, ducking a mace. A sword came his way and he dodged
it.

Aoi hit the spear with his sword, "This is going to be a lot harder than I
thought."

"It's all right," Sole said, "We need him..or rather we need his
weapons..."




"I will win," the alien said, "I cannot fail."

"It speaks," Pare said, thrusting his sword.

Aoi used his spear as he jumped down to the ground and held the spear up
across all the arms on one side, the left side and he cut near the
arms. "What? Little runt!"  Trion yelled.

"At least he's not homo phobic!"  Sole said and did the same from the other
side. This held the arms at bay just long enough for Pare to jab his sword
point into the flesh of the alien boy's left side. Pare didn't hit the
navel but just below it.

"Highness!"  Yule stood up.

"I see it, I'll allow it...for now," Nolo said, clearly bored by it all,
"They'll die or he will. Either way..."

"Don't you want them to die?"

"Not really," Nolo blew on his drying nail polish (red), "I just want to
humiliate them first. Then maybe...long, hard, slow, lingering navel death
for them all...all three of em and any allies they might have made here..."

"Sounds good but if you can't..."

"Can't...I can do whatever I want," Nolo snapped.

Pare's jab in--- also jabbed up. The effect was unusual in that while it
didn't go into the navel, it went behind it and ripped the back of the
belly button innie. Pare blinked: he could see his sword's silvery metal
through the ridge of the belly button as if his sword were in a window of a
house...a belly button window. "Didn't think any thing could surprise me
but this is...cool!"  Pare stuck it in deeper and looked at Aoi's spear
holding the arms at bay.

Aoi was sweating, on his back, "Hurry, Pare!"

"Ha!"  Pare unstuck Trion and as the point left, he shoved it back in and
out quickly.

Trion yelled, "Hey, that hurts! But I've got two more where that came
from!"  He shoved Aoi's spear away and swung at Pare, who jumped back.




Sole cut along the arms but couldn't make it deep. But as Trion
concentrated on Aoi and Pare as the pair backed off, Sole leveled his spear
right into the right side and the belly button there. Trion twisted his
upper body as Sole jabbed in. Six arms flung weapons Sole's way. Sole
ducked down, leveling the spear upward and gutting that ab set. Trion
stammered and groaned louder. The spear came out his back near his right
spine...he had three spines. Sole jumped up and used his shaft as a block
for the weapons on his own left side but the other weapons came at him. He
used his sword to block them. The knife cut through and cut his leg. "Ow!"
Sole looked at it but as he jumped up, he brought the spear with him,
dragging it up, meshing the flesh of Trion on that side. While this
happened, Aoi and pare moved back in again.

"Got cha!"  Trion said.

"Funny!"  Aoi said, "That was just what I was going to say to you!"

"What do you mean!?"

"Look down dope face," Aoi said.

"Oh!"  Trion did as he was told. He saw Aoi's sword point in his center
bubble belly button. It was bursting like a bubble but Aoi shoved in
more. "Shit!"  Aoi slid the sword in deep. "Ha, that cannot..."

Trion felt a second wound appear out his back.

Sole used his sword to cut off an arm. Pare was on the other side and cut
off an arm on that side. A mace rolled to the floor. A spear fell. A
knife. A sword. A trident. Trion yelled, "No! No! I am the superior being!"

"Being cut apart," Pare sneered. Trio stood in front of Trion.

"Everybody, together?"  Sole asked.

"Together!"  Aoi said.

"You betcha, at same time!"  Pare thrust.

Sole thrust. Aoi shoved. Three buttons. Three swords. Their swords all went
into a belly button remainder each. Trion screeched. His head fell back as
he arched. "Not fair! NOOOO! I will kill....."

They moved their swords around and as Pare tried to swivel his sword and
move it to the center of Trion's body, he collided with Aoi, "Oh, excuse
me..."

"Pare, watch out, you!"

"Pardon me, excuse me, pardon me, I...watchout...didn't mean to..."  Pare
and Aoi changed sides as Aoi swished the flesh from the center toward the
left side.

"Just give me your sword..."  Aoi snarled, "And take mine..."

"No," Pare swished and mangled, "I got it."

Sole twisted his sword all around and moved into Pare, "Ohhh, sorry..."

"Don't you start!"  Aoi laughed.

Nolo yelled, "Oh will you three just kill him and be done with it!?!?!!?"

Sole whispered, "Are you two ready?"




"As ready as we'll ever be," Pare said.

"Hope it works," Aoi whispered.

"NOW!"  Sole yelled. He picked up an arm and tossed it. The mace landed
dead center in the belly of a Thoros spearman on the wall. The spearman
fell over and hit the arena floor. Pare flung his sword into a guard by the
cells. He ran to that cell and on the way, recovered another spear and
flung it at his partner.

"Oh man, feel that in your....your guttttsss..."  The guard boy fell over
the thin body of another guard boy who had the sword in him. They wriggled
together. "Oh man..."

"Your bod feels so good like that....oh my gut..."

"Oh man, gooodddd..."  The one with the sword in him had his dick explode
moisture all over the one with the spear in him. As they lay sideways, wet
whiteness lumped all over the other one's left butt cheek.

Pare and Aoi ran to the bodies of Onoff, Rosado, and Justino. The three
were slumped and the pair held them up. Pare quickly grabbed knives off of
Justino's belt, fingering his navel as he went and he began to toss them
every which way. Soon, Thoros guards all over the arena were falling with
knives in their belly buttons. They tried to stay up and some did but some
couldn't. Those that stood up, sagged down eventually. Likewise, Aoi took
Rosado's Chinese stars and flung them up at spearmen on the walls. Thoros
fell with stars spiked into their belly guts. The regular guards were also
getting stars and knives in them. The guard and Thoros warriors on the
ground level, near the cells were getting it. Groans, yelps, yells,
screams, and moans came forth all around. Most of these sounded like
pleasure. Blood and cum dripped all over and flew in some cases, off the
walls.

Sole continued to provide cover for the other two by flinging the other
five arms of Trion. The weapons in his hands found their ways to the guts
of many. Two Thoros guards rushing from their cell that they were guarding,
ran at Sole but they were one behind the other and Sole flung the arm with
the trident at them. It hit one, abolished his entire stomach from hip to
hip and stuck out his back into the Thoros behind him. Their dicks rose out
of their stone loin cloths and popped white messes over and over before
they fell, stopped by the trident shaft.

As the mulatto and albino, looking worried for once, began to fire arrows
at Sole, Sole grabbed Trion's body by the sides just under his middle arms
and flung Trion between himself and the arrows. Trion, not yet dead, moaned
but as his eyes began to flutter shut, they opened wide as a hail of arrows
hit his back. Sole saw one go out Trion's neck and pass his own head. One
point exited Trion's heart but the arrow did not come out. It stuck there
as Trion beat...beat...beat. The two other hearts Trion had were pierced as
well. One heart came out with the arrow. Sole watched it beat in
amazement. Another arrow went through Trion's dick as it flopped out. Two
other dicks were hard and straight up. Three cum hoses shot at Sole and
bathed Sole's stomach and upper abs in white clumpy, drippy waterfalls.




The mulatto and albino tried shooting Pare and Aoi also but the bodies of
Onoff, Rosado, and Justino blocked them. Onoff's chest took a hit and the
arrow went out his back. The mulatto and albino kids ran out of
arrows. They began calling to other archers, "Back up archers to the walls!
Back up! Back up! We need help!"

Sole dropped Trion's body and picked up another fallen sword. He began to
hit any arrows fired by backup archer boys, some totally nude (and one
totally freckled with red-mauve hair!), away from himself and into either
other archers or the same archer that fired them.

A proud blond kid, compact body, lean and surfer like, in swim speedo, ran
at Aoi and Pare, his swords ready and out. His hair blew in the wind. He
would now prove himself to all. He would be the second rate guard, not even
a Thoros, who killed two of the Trio, maybe even all three.

Soon, almost all the guards were dropping to their knees in front of all
the cells. The trainers either fled or were hiding...or like Beni and Jolo
watching. Aoi flung Rosado's spear and it went into the belly of a Thoros
in front of his cell. "Damn! I wanted Jolo!"

"He's mine!"  Pare said.

"Unless you've noticed," Aoi said, "We haven't opened any of the cages
yet!"

"That's not according to plan, we have to hurry!"  Pare yelled. He threw a
sword and it entered a running boy's belly. The blond boy sunk to the
arena, his butt on the ground, his legs twitching every which way, probably
broken. He fingered the belly and the sword in it.

"Not a bad way to go..."  The kid closed his eyes and let the pain ride
over him...belly up and belly down...

Nolo was yelling, "Stop! Stop! I want order!"

TO BE CONTINUED...