Date: Wed, 04 Jun 2008 19:56:39 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO  35

This episode is also dedicated to Simon.



Simon moved fast too now...but he hoped it was not too late....Suy's
running Johnno through so easily distracted Casm long enough for the gang
to rush too close to Casm...and they would surely kill him. Casm, the
scimitars he took from one of the gang, were now embedded into the buttons
of two of the gang that approached him...making sick crunching sounds like
a knife in meat...but this left Casm weaponless...

Suy, a smooth muscled Thai boy, thick bodied and tall was quivering his arm
so that the sword in Johnno's belly button would cause great inspired
pain. Suy felt his own crisscrossed ab lines with his other hand. Johnno
put his hands on the sword and tried to hold it out of him but his torso
quivered as if he liked it. His dick rose up out of his shorts. Pushing,
straining...wet...

Casm, using the still standing Midic and Quar to block himself from the
rest of the gang, could see Johnno being stuck in the gut with Suy's sword,
"Noooo! Johnno!"

Midic and Quar were standing. They seemed to know they were dying fast but
holding onto the scimitar in each other's bellies gave them some hold on
life, they thought. If they held fast, they wouldn't fall they
figured. They were wrong. The scimitars ran out of room as they plunged up
to the belly button skin...hilts were the only thing that could be
seen. Midic and Quar looked longingly into each other's eyes and puffed up
their own chests and shoulders back...fell slowly. A large splash of white
rose up between them. Everyone pretended not to notice except poor little
hiding under the table Chani...but of course everyone else did notice
anyway. Chani was wide eyed but then his mouth formed a gleaming smile as
his reaction, uncontrolled, rose up in his own rag around his
privates. Soon he felt wetness slickening his lower belly.

Rostun, a Cuban with combed back slick hair of brown, brown eyes, leather
studded cod piece with straps, was closest to Casm now. Confident, older
and bigger, he held a short sword in one hand and a longer sword in the
other.  He also had button that goes in but comes out after going in. A bit
of a hairline, unlike the other smoothly shaved bellies and bodies of his
cohorts. This line of hair goes down from belly button to beneath his
shorts. Rostun knew he could make short work of this little dancer boy. He
stepped past his two dying cohorts on the floor, one on top the other and
moved at Casm. Rostrun said his trademark, "I'll make it quick..."

Casm used his smallness to bend right infront of Rostun. As he did, Rostun
seemed to bend down to follow with his eyes. This was when Casm raised his
right hand straight up, fingers flat and palm open so that the lower hand
just atop the wrist could smash into Rostun's chin. This made the Cuban's
head snap back. With his left hand Casm quickly took the sword Rostun had
held.

"I need that," Casm said calmly. "And your belly looks like it needs
this..."  Casm, with his left hand snatched the short sword up and without
hesitation, rammed it into the waiting, stretched backward belly button of
Rostun. Rostun was stabbed in and out, just that fast. Casm moved on to the
others and forgot about this dying hunk.


Rostun looked down at his mangled button, "Ohh, my...that was
good...good...fast, I I...I like it fast. Like I like it. Quick."  He sank
down to his knees and fell over his dead two pals.

"Out of my way!"  Casm stabbed his sword straight perpendicular into Bec, a
brown haired youth with a Rob Lowe-like face and obviously steroid induced
muscles, shoulders, bubbly chest and arms, thick legs and smooth skin, seen
thanks to the blue thong he wore. He had two thin swords, so thin they were
almost sabers. As his arms flung wildly, he managed to accidentally stab
two of his own gang right in their navels. One thin saber was downward into
Yup's belly button, a rounded outtie with mushroom like circumference.
Formerly. It scrunched the hard button inward and down.  Yup's crew cut
head of blond hair went down. His thin muscles and thick upper legs helped
him stay up more than he was. His gray shorts soon covered with cum. His
blue eyes looked accusingly at his partner Bec, who was gasping. The other
thin saber sliced into Helcin's tight abs and washboard stomach. His blond
long hair, almost to the floor, draped about as if the wind were taking
it. It was his head making movements as his body addressed the pain it felt
in the outtie belly button of about three inches. "Wow. I never felt a
button like that," Bec yelped, "Strongest one yet, so big!"  Bec cut into
it and mangled inward. Casm pushed his sword into Bec and then flung him
off of it. Bec fell into three of the others and they all fell.

Casm then pushed the two who were stuck by the sabers---the sabers which
Bec now ripped out of them as he was pushed away---together. "Enjoy my
matchmaking system..."  Casm flung the duo out of the way. They came
together much as Midic and Quar had. Standing and then collapsing slowly
against a wall.  The pair made "huh, uh, uh, uha, uaha," sounds the whole
time.

Beneath the table, Chani watched as Midic and Quar finally came to a stand
still but now he saw dying Bec ontop two other guys who were not dying. One
was Jurm, a freckle faced black haired blue eyed youth who had a Dutch boy
hair cut. Since only straps covered Jurm's privates, they were hanging down
from his waist band. His penis was growing down out of his straps and
covered with pre cum. Jurm put a hand up, "Let me help you...let me give
you a hand..."

Bec yelled, "OHHHHHHH!"

Jurm didn't realize his hand went right into Bec's open belly button and
deeper. Jurm pulled out intestines!  Casm commented as he cut Comp (a Zorro
like looker with perfect abs, perfect definition, perfect model looks and a
mannequin body, great thighs and tan) from hip to hip, severing the guy so
that his upper body just fell off his lower, "Hey I think he wants to give
you an intestine for giving him a hand..."

The other guy under Bec was Sander, a thin guy with no bulging muscles but
he has defined arms and legs, bulging but tight in obliques. His brunette
hair hung from his head. With chiseled jaw and dimples along with a slight
cleft in his chin he was more serious than the others. And callous, "Get
off me!"  He stuck a long knife he had in Bec's side.

"OwFFFuhuh!"  Bec jumped and fell off the two.

Jurm flung intestines off his hand and as Bec fell, he struck out
too. Gutting Bec from the other side, "Hey, that's for this. Hey, this is
fun!"




Sander nodded, "Yes it is but you better watch or you could end up..."

Before they stood up fully, Jurm found his belly, scrunched up as he sat up
on his butt, host to Casm's long sword. Jurm gulped and went wide eyed. He
knew what had happened even before looking down, "Dead!"

At the same time, using his other hand, Casm struck out with the knife he
had taken from Bec and slashed a gash into the belly of Geman the short
steroid necked thick bodied squat Irish guy with no hair. Geman's squirrely
bellybutton with thick ridge was cut along and Casm gouged it out. He let
the ridge hang as Geman yelped.

Geman thought he would get Casm back, "I'll get you back!"  He rushed at
Casm,who took the knife out and used the sword in Jurm as his pivot. Casm
jumped and the sword lashed into Jurm some more and more.

"UhUHuH!"  Jurm yelled, "Nope! NO! Nop...don....don't do that! Gaaaaaaaaa!"
Jurm fell back onto his back again. "Uhhh-hhhhug. I dead."

Sander ignored Jurm and stood, swinging his sword as Casm pivoted and
kicked a few of the others. Landing, Casm kicked up, still holding the
sword in the body of Jurm, who's legs kicked up in dying agony...and Casm
swished out with the shorter knife. He cut the chest of Sander, who came
too close but it was just a knick. Casm had time to unplug Jurm, who fell
back with a "SIGH".

Suy finally unstuck Johnno. Johnno looked back and fell back onto the stool
he was sitting in earlier. "Oh my gawd..."

Suy smiled, "Die..."  He made a mad face and stuck Johnno again in the
belly button area. Johnno rose up and looked down.

"Oh uhuhuhuh....gaawaakkkahyu!"

Casm jumped up high and landed on Sander's shoulders...from the front. This
brought Sander, not fully down, but caught him unbalanced. "Get offa me, ya
little...hey!"  Casm's butt was on Sander's lower chest. Casm took the
knife and sword he had and crisscrossed them behind his back...down into
Sander's belly guts.

"I normally like to see what my weapons are eatin and biting into but....I
take what I can get."  Biting his lower lip and making his eyes wide, Casm
cut in deeper and deeper with a quick motion and slid and slid. The weapons
cut Sander's stomach apart badly. Opening it. He fell back and Casm jumped
up...Sander's slick dick was out and cumming...the long white cum slooshing
up Casm's bare and sweating back.

"Ohhhhhhahahahhahahhahahahhayeah!"




Beneath the table, Chani caught sight of all this. The tingling he felt
along his shaft rose up to the head to build into a crescendo of explosive
pain in his inner mushroom head. Finally, with this, he saw the dying
sounds continue and his orgasm sounds mingled with the dying sounds of the
gang, "OHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHyeah!"  The mushroom filled to a seething, bubbling
froth, just about to burst load, gave way and a long line of painful,
pleasurable cum CUT loose from Chani's able slit as it parted to make way
for the explosive energy he felt. "MY FIRSTMYFIRSTMYFIRST," was all he
could say as it shot and draped the lower table and dripped off it onto his
bare slick skin. All he say during it and after, over and over for about
five minutes afterward, was "MYFIRSTMYFIRSTMYFIRST..."

During all this time, Casm didn't know it but he had help. Simon had not
been inactive this entire time. Casm, had he realized anything besides
Johnno and Johnno's murderer Soy were in the room, would have noted that
Simon's help was needed...and Simon gave it without question.

Gulg had stood back, at first. He thought his gang would make short work of
Casm but when they didn't and it was obvious they were all going to be
slain by Casm, he moved in.  Simon made a run for Gulg, who turned and
seeing Simon, nodded to four other musclemen, the biggest of the
gang. Simon swung at the four. Jobe: a muscled and tall, thin Jamaican with
dreadlocks of various colors, in a straw loin cloth, had a long thin
spear. It swung in and put itself into Simon's belly button. "Oh no, not
again, not there!"  Simon saw it go in, "Can't penetrate that fast, not
these abs, curly cue!"  Simon jabbed his gold sword into Jobe's belly and
cut in and out so fast, Jobe was dead in seconds, hitting the ground
without a sound from his mouth. This made Marley, Kelker, and Arnold hang
back for a bit. Gulg took his attention off his dying gang on Casm's side
to look at the trio, "Get him, he's one guy and ain't that big as you!"

Simon nodded, "But he can speak better english!"

"A limmie no less! Slay him dead!"  Gulg yelled.

Simon looked at the other guys, taking the spear, which hung limp (a lot
like Jobe was now hanging), out of his belly button, "No blood. You guys
want me, c'mon and get more of what he got."

"Big talk. One lucky strike against the thin Jamaican and you..."  Marley:
a crewcut guy so big in the muscles department, Simon doubted he could move
and wearing nothing at all, came forward. "...think you can cut and gut
these abs of mine!"  Simon swung but Marely's sword made Simon's fall with
just one hit. Simon looked at Marley who smiled at him. "This is it, big
boy!"  Marley moved at Simon. Using both fists, Simon hit Marley's arm that
held the sword and throwing his weight into it, made it fall. Quickly,
Simon took a knife in Marley's own belt and rammed it between them. Now
they were so close together that Simon just had enough time to get the hilt
to his own belly button and the point in Marley's. At first, Marley didn't
know what happened, "I got ya guygggggguggggg."  He hugged Simon tight.
"I'll crush the life outta you!"  Simon took his arms and hugged Marley in
a tight embrace, hands locked into each other much as Marley's were.

Watching Kelker smiled, "Haha, he's got nothing on Marley..."

Simon whispered, "No, I got something in Marley..."

Marley's face so close to Simon, breathed out, "Whatcha say bigboy from
London?"




"You lose," Simon said and pushed his abs into Marley's. Then Simon saw
realization on Marley's face. "It finally sunk in."

"Let's stab them both now," said Kelker: a bearded youth, brown haired,
chin held up a bit too much, smooth flat stomach with the hint of ab lines
happening, big arms but not as big as some of the others, shoulders could
be broader.

Someone who looked like Arnold Schwartenegger from CONAN II where he was
much leaner, nodded, "Ay, we can get him now before..."

Simon looked at Marley, "You were right. Your abs are good but not as good
to withstand mine!"  Simon thrust his whole stomach into Marley's. The
knife, between them, sunk into Marley's navel. He shut his eyes. Marley's
penis was pushing up between their skin.

Marley gagged, "I'll still crush ya!"

"Keep dreaming, big boy," Simon mimicked. He tossed Marley off him and the
knife stuck into Marley's bellybutton. Marley, belly first, went flying
onto Kelker's sword. His penis blew right there too as he parted from
Simon's hard yet smooth skin and muscles...he couldn't hold it in any
longer.

"Get outta here," Kelker just flicked the big guy off the point, which hung
with his weight. After he flung the still cumming Marley off, Simon, in all
his glory was there, golden sword point thrusting. It stuck Kelker into his
own navel and deep. "AAAHHHHH, ya got me! Got me!"

Simon enjoyed it as he thrust into Kelker's hard belly, "You got good abs
too. Almost stopped me..."  He thrust, flexing his arms, "Almost..."

"But no cigar?"  Kelker gasped.

"Oh I see plenty of cigar...on you and me..."  Simon laughed as Kelker
exploded out of his thong. "Die muscleman..."  Arnold rushed in now as
Simon slid into Kelker. Simon left the sword in Kelker, "Hold that for
me..."  Simon turned around and kicked Arnold with a full body kick
jump. Arnold was big and this merely knocked him back a few
inches. Recovering, Arnold moved at Simon again. Kelker slumping, was not
yet on the floor but on his knees. Simon recovered from the body kick put
both hands on the hilt of the gold sword, "I need this now! Thanks for
holding it for me!"  Turning hilt to cause more pain, Kelker yelping, Simon
pulled it out of Kelker, long and hard.  Kelker finally fell onto his face
and made love to the dirt most noisily. Chani caught this too and jutted
his penis up and up some more under his table.

Simon turned but Arnold's sword point went into his navel and moved
forward. "Argghhhh!"  Simon stopped it. He flexed his stomach muscles and
his washboard jutted out.

Arnold smiled, "Gotcha! I....I am the one. I am the man...I got ya!"

Simon gulped and looked at him, "You sure did and..."  Simon put his sword
point into Arnold's belly button before Arnold could make any move to take
the sword away or block it in any way. "...I got you!"




"No, it cannot be. I do not like dis!"  Arnold saw Simon's arm flex and the
sword entering his navel. "It be test now. Your belly against mine, see?"

"Oh yeah, I want that bad!"  Simon said, "Bloody hell, you're
built...lovely...lovely guy."  Simon could feel Arnold's arm trying to
thrust the sword in more. He held his stomach tight and fought it off. He
didn't know how long he could do this though. Part of him liked it. He was
wet on his dick slit. In a way he had to fight himself too for part of him
wanted to feel Arnold's thick sword, thrusting in, thin point, thick body,
messing through his own thick worked out body. Yet as he felt this, he also
felt the nice sadistic feeling of his arm attached to something that was
sticking into Arnold's belly button hold. And moving. Simon knew he was
making headway because it was giving...Arnold's belly was actually giving
way to Simon's force. The force that moved the weapon deeper and deeper and
deeper...into the massive muscle of Arnold's stomach.

"I want it too but not that much."  Arnold said.

"What the hell...elll..."  Simon felt his button give way a bit to the
biting of Arnold's point. In retailiation, he thrust more and
more. "...does that mean?"

Both bodies sweated and were covered with dripping wetness. Grit
teeth. Bulging, battling muscles. No fat anyplace. Just sculpted warriors,
slowly moving at each other, slowly driving the blades in. Arnold's massive
button, more horizontal than vertical but wide in both directions
nonetheless, concaved under Simon's. Simon felt in his hand and along his
arm that the force holding his point back was beginning to give just at the
same time his own body was giving in to Arnold's point.  The tingling went
up his arm to his shoulder and chest, spreading out from there. The meat
behind Arnold's belly button gave way and Simon, using all his might, drove
it in more and more. Yet Arnold's sword point stayed where it was, stopped
by Simon's mighty body. Simon ran now and found the wall with his sword
point: he won. He was through Arnold totally. Arnold's sword point was
still in him but at the wall, Simon let go of his golden sword. He did this
to take the sword of Arnold's out of his own button. It was not an easy let
go. Pulling it, he "UNNNNNGGGGG-ed" it out of his body and in anger,
flipped it and mingled his own blood on the tip with Arnold's by driving it
into Arnold's lower belly. Arnold gave way again and bent.

"I defer to your might...mighty english lord...."  Arnold slid against the
wall and slowly as Simon held both swords in him now, he slid. Great heaps
of opening cuts were made as Arnold's bulk slid against the swords and
Simon held them where they would stay for a bit. Arnold's falling made
great slices in his own massive bumpy body. Simon turned and took both
swords out as he heard Gulg yelling.

Gulg was in a death run...right at Simon! "MY MEN! MY LOVERS!"

Simon held both swords out and moved aside. Gulg stuck his sword and spear
into Arnold's falling body. Arnold looked up at him. "I...love...it...love
the feelllllingggggnunno...no...nughguts."

Gulg unstuck Arnold and turned as Arnold died with his eyes open. "YOU!"

Simon scratched his head, holding the other sword in his hand, "You're gay
too? I thought..."

"Me? Gay? I'll skin you alive..."


"Pretty hard..."  Simon looked at his own dick, tenting in his tight work
out brief, skimpy thong like thingies. "To do when you'll be dead, belly
gutted..."

"FILTH! Fight now!  Gulg ran at Simon again. His weapons hit Simon's and
made Simon spin. Simon spun completely around purposely and met Gulg's
spear, knocking it down. It didn't matter to Gulg, for now Gulg, no weak
muscle guy, struck with every once of power and speed he had to attack
Simon. Simon had to block and parry every chance he could get. It was easy
to see how Gulg was leader of such a gang.

"You know, you'd be pretty good," Simon taunted, "If you didn't use
steroids."

"SHUT YAP!"  Gulg ran in anger at Simon.  Simon lowered both swords but as
Gulg ran, seeing his spot, Simon raised both swords. Gulg ran onto both of
them. The swords were stuck below his navel in his lower bare belly. Veins
stuck out. "OWWWWWWW!"  It stopped Gulg but it didn't seem to. "LEMMELIVE!"

"I might," Simon said, "If..."  Simon slid both swords out. Gulg jumped up
and grabbed Simon's shoulders and spun him around. He then put a bear hug
on Simon from behind.

"Before I expire, I'll break your skinny neck!!!"

Simon laughed, "Cor! That's the first bloody time I ever heard anyone refer
to my neck as skinny!"

"Scrawny!"

"Them's fighting words! I slap at your face!"  Simon said playfully but he
knew he was in a tight spot here. Gulg had him in a headlock now and was
straining to break Simon's neck. Simon still had his swords but his arms
hung limply. He let go of his swords, grabbed them a different way in each
hand and thrust back past his own obliques, slightly cutting his own
obliques. Thrusting back, each sword cut into Gulg's form as Gulg himself
squeezed at the same time. Gulg got swords from each side cutting into just
under his rib cage and entering the meat beneath. It was like gutting a
clam or a chicken, Simon thought. Yet Gulg still held on. Simon could do
nothing but thrust back. Gulg finally realized and parted.

"Sumofabitch! You stuck me! Me!!?? You stuck me!? Fucker!"  He saw the
swords in him but didn't fully let go.

Simon made a move down and freed his own neck. "I'll take em out now!"  He
took the swords out to the obvious pain of Gulg. Gulg howled at the
ceiling.

"I suffer! From you limmie, yellow belly!"




"I've had enough of you!"  Simon stuck in the same spot he originally hit
Gulg...just below the navel and this time, once he knew the swords were in,
he jutted them up past each other, crossing them, clinging them to each
other and upward, jutting into the upper and big navel of Gulg. Simon
swiveled and spun the swords even as he swished his own wrists so that the
swords did all kinds of damage. Gulg made unearthly sounds now. Simon
caught himself. He didn't like this. Too much. He ended Gulg's punishment
but taking out all Gulg's intestines with several moves. Gulg was aware of
all of it for a bit and then fell in a huffing heap of meat. "Phew!"

Simon turned to see Casm confronting Suy. "You!"  Johnno fell back and
spasmed into stillness. "I'm gonna kill you dead!"

Suy waved his sword, "As if you couldaaahhh!"  Suy didn't see Casm rush up
to him and hit his sword down with his own sword. Casm realized the others
of the gang were all dead, so he dropped his sword with Suy's. Suy was
backed up hard against the bar. The bar keep was over Johnno.

"He's dead," said the bar keep. "Again."

Simon didn't know what the bar keep meant about that but he saw Casm
obsessed now. Rage, hate, and anger. Something Casm didn't seem capable of
to Simon. Yet the little guy killed more than he did. Casm breathed on
Suy's upper chest, holding the knife into Suy's belly button. "You, you
know what you did?"

Suy gulped, "I...No, I don't. But don't ki...kuh..don't killlilll
me. Please. I beg of you."

"You killed him, didn't you?"

"What is he? Nothing. A nobody. He can be
replaced. I'll...illlllllllllllikkkkkkkillkkkkahhh!"

Casm stuck the knife into Suy's opening belly hole. Suy didn't need to look
down. He felt it bite into him. Suy tried to struggle to fight back. He was
pushed back by Casm who drove the knife in deeper and deeper. "Cause you
pain!"  Suy threw his head back and stretched his body backward. His belly
was tighter because of that. This gave Casm the chance to stab it harder
without removing the knife...just yet. Then Casm let it stop. He just left
it for a second, then whipped it out quickly. Suy gasped, "I
die..ohhhHHHh."  Suy dropped to the floor. Casm looked at him, "Damn!"  He
turned to Simon, "I shouldn't have done that!"

"He killed your friend," Simon nodded toward Johnno.

"No, he didn't," Casm ran to Johnno, "I think."

Simon followed and put a hand to comfort Casm...on Casm's bony spine, "He's
dead. I saw that one kill him. You had a right..."

"I try to stay on a life of peace. It's not easy in this land..."  Casm
shut his eyes and put his hands over Johnno's deadly wound. "I should not
kill in anger...only defense."

Simon felt his hands heat up as Casm began to try to heal Johnno. "He's
been gone too long," Casm cried.

"Just who are you, anyway?"



"Silence please," Casm said, "I can heal wounds but I never healed any one
dead. I mean it works on the animals. It's just that I'm still
practicing...my trainer Feng..."

"Feng was your trainer?"

"Yes sir."

"He trained Trio didn't he?"

"I don't know," Casm cried over Johnno. His tears went to Johnno's belly
hole.

"Yes he did," a voice said. Casm looked up and huffed in awe to the visage
of Wiz.

"Wow," Casm said. "You a magic boy?"

"Yeah, I think I can help," Wiz said, "Even though I'm tired. What would
you warrior types do without me?"  Wiz looked at Simon, accusingly.

"Don't look at me, little one," Simon shrugged. "I tried."

"It wasn't good enough," Wiz vented. He bent down over Johnno and shut his
eyes, "This might take a..."  He touched Johnno's belly.

Johnno's eyes opened. "Hey, is the fight over?"

"That was fast...even for me," Wiz said.

"He's been healed before," Casm said, "By me."

"Jealous?"  Johnno asked.

"No! Happy!"  Casm kissed Johnno on the lips and threw himself away from
Johnno afterward toward Wiz, to kiss him fully on the lips. Wiz went wide
eyed but then accepted the love. "Thank you! Thankmmmmffffffthank you,
thank you."  He thrust his tongue into Wiz's mouth. Johnno began to rub
both their bare youthful backs.

"Sigh," Simon sighed, "You guys, we have some talking to do. You guys?
Guys?"



TO BE CONTINUED...