Date: Wed, 09 Apr 2008 20:15:28 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO  4

THEY ARE THE TRIO:

Sole: a blond with lite aqua sky-blue eyes. The blond hair was long to his
nipples in front and far down his back behind, mid way to the back, almost
to his heavily tight buttox. He was the most built of the boys and his
chest stood out massive and proud. His stomach was tight and flat but was
most like a river valley with the center a half innie, half outtie; a kind
of raised ridge about the whole thing; a heavily scarred center which was
sometimes looking as if it were out more than the ridge, sometimes not,
depending on the boy's stance.  He had on a yellow loin cloth that didn't
cover much, and stood out as his constant boner poked at it. He was
somewhat taller than both the first boys and maybe more strong. He held a
large spear with a thin point. At his rope belt, he had a small knife. His
skin was perfect, smooth, muscled, unblemished. His nipples stood out as
rock.  This was Sole.

His friend, Puerto Rican, had long brown hair, blue eyes, a black leather
vest which ended above each mid rib on either side. A nice outtie was in
the center of his smooth unhairy belly. When he laughed or moved a certain
way, his abs formed a mountain range. His outtie was like a giant curled
worm with an upside down smile as the scar in the very center. In the past
cum would curl around it and drape from its top. He, too, had perfect teeth
but was serious at times. Pare was his name and while dark, he was not as
dark as his friend Aoi. Pare was more olive skinned with a trace of Cuban
perhaps, lighter but still darker than white boys. His legs if anything
were even more developed than Aoi, his arms a bit more muscled and his
chest less muscled. His hair was down and long in back, it having grown
long down past his neckline. A buzz cut was in front and the sides. On his
bottom he wore skin tight leather shorts and black low ankled boots. In one
hand he held a gladiator sword with an unusually thin point...

Aoi, dark skinned, slender bellied with a vertical slit for an innie belly
button. His legs were tender and smooth, muscled to a fault. His abs were
curvey but not overworked. His constant stance was one of confidence, legs
spread apart, smile on his face with pearl white teeth. Long silky jet
black hair to his shoulders and beyond to his shoulder blades all around
back with some shaved just above both ears and down the back, green
eyes. Usually he wore only cut off denim shorts open at the top, no button
but the belly button they revealed. In the right hand was a 12 inch
straight knife. A long slightly curved sword that neared three feet in the
left hand.  The boy looked slightly Asian, Filipino perhaps. On his feet he
usually wore blue slip ons, also denim material.

Together the trio roamed a land not their own. They were former street
kids, always together after meeting in Hawaii , doing what they had to in
order to survive. They sexed themselves all over the world after they found
they had rare powers, powers that enabled them to vanish from one place and
appear in another but they were in love ...with each other. One unfortunate
time when they tried to vanish in the path of an exploding reactor, they
reappeared in this land...a strange land not of our dimension.




This land had many who had been transformed to this land...from all over
time on Earth and even from a few other planets in space. Mongols, Vikings,
Samurais, Native Americans, Ninjas, Conquisadors, Aztecs, Mayans, and more
were here. The trio were not sure they liked this land but it provided them
with many lives to save, the oppressors of whom were fodder to their sword
and knife and spear points...and that made them like it for they enjoyed
the bloodlust of it all. Morality was not an issue for them, just youth,
and the moment.

Aoi rolled his eyes. He was naked and dipping in a crystal blue lake in the
middle of a half desert, half woodland. There was a lot of grass around and
it looked neatly cut if that made any sense--not much in this land made
sense. Near him, on a tree stump, Pare was talking to Sole, who was spread
out on a patch of sand, toasting his tummy under the strange alien and
giant sun. His body was copper tan by now and lulling with sweat. He seemed
to not be listening to the constantly talking Pare but...he was. He had his
massive arms up and his hands behind his head, "Are you ....afraid?"

"Naw, you know I ain't," Pare said, "I should run ya through just for
askin. All I'm saying is, well, what if one of us gets stabbed in the belly
button?"

"You mean like we do to others?"

"Well, yeah!"  Pare said with enthusiasum, "I just wonder sometimes what it
might feel like."

"I doubt we'll ever really know," Sole didn't open his eyes, "I mean behind
just simple boy play."

Aoi splashed up water at Pare. "Will you two stop that conversation and
come on in!?"

"That water hits me and I might..."  Pare took out his knife.

"Enjoy it?"  Sole said. He opened his eyes, "Let's go in."  He rubbed his
stomach which was stretched fine between his outstuck ribs. He let his
finger nuzzle in his own ribbed navel.

Pare dove into the water almost on top of Aoi. Aoi grabbed him around the
upper body and hugged tight as they both floated down toward the bottom of
the small pool. Their lips locked as the did so.

Sole felt the shadow over him and opened one eye. No one was there. He
stood up slowly and gripped his spear which was next to him. "Who?"




A smaller boy came out from behind a palm tree. His hair glistened sparkly,
his skin was golden peach, fleshy but tight. He had a pierced nipple with a
nipple ring of red-gold on his right nipple and his hair was spikey and cut
short in front. In back, he had a long braid, wrapped tightly and ending in
a short tail between his fine shoulder blades. Around his right arm, he had
a tattoo set of two swords meeting each other, the points touching on his
upper biceps. He was youthful and yet not totally innocent. Something told
Sole this boy was younger than he but somewhat more experienced in other
things. The boy's eyes glistened yellow in the pupils. Though the hair was
sparkling somewhat yellow and even silvery, there were black and brown
highlights down the entire length. A feathery ear ring hung from his right
and left ears, a knife pendant hanging from each.  He wore ankle bracelets
with the figures of a white cat and a black cat. Covering his groin was a
small circular target covering, yellow and black with a kind of star design
on it. A five pointed star. It was held on by seeming string, far below a
navel offset into a fine smooth belly. That navel looked as if someone had
stuck it up into the skin and it went up a bit too far in the kid but the
navel stuck in and out, a fine ridge that made it look like a ravoli. On
top he wore only a short back cape that didn't go further than the shoulder
blade's middle, yellow and covering a bit of his shoulders too.

"Wow," was all Sole could say.

"You don't need that," the boy looked at the spear and put a hand on its
shaft and slid it up to the point, "I want only companionship, only ...."
He slid his hand up and then down the shaft to Sole's hand. He put his hand
over Sole's hand and Sole dropped the spear, unsure he did so of his own
accord. "...love..."

Sole drew near the boy's mouth and with his own met the fine thick lips and
then realized, "I...I already am in love with two others."

"Is there no room for your love to contain mine?"

"You....you are very gorgeous but..."

Suddenly the boy drew angry, "You would reject me?"

"No, I...I don't...know," Sole put his hand on the boy's firm stomach, to
the side above the hip, "You are very..."

"But you don't love me!"

"How could I...we have only just met and I..."

The boy backed away, "You will be sorry...sorry for what you have said..."

 Just as Pare and Aoi rose from the water, covered in wet firmness in total
nakedness, they saw the boy back off and raise both arms, hands pointed
up. In a flash, Sole was raised up and flown through the air, away from
them and out of sight. Pare and Aoi were stunned but raced for their
weapons. Swords, knives.

The boy saw this, "Go ahead, go ahead, go for your weapons. See what good
these will do for you! You who he loved even as I have loved him!"  With
his hands up and then raised, he lowered them around his own body. In a
flash, he was gone and two muscle teens were in his place. They each had
long thin black pikes and ran at the two boys. Their faces held vacant
brown eyes and gruff almost- beards.

Aoi ran for his sword first but suddenly he felt himself pierced. "What
the...?"  A thin blade popped out his navel and bent over, he saw it in
front of him. "Owwww!"  The muscle teen that did this to him, raised him up
in his arms and held him from behind, in a grip that made struggling
useless. Aoi tried to get free anyway but moving didn't help. "Aw fuck!"
It only made the hurt in his belly hole more intense. "Lemme go!"  He found
he liked that and struggling made him hard and his penis rose up against
the wrists of the muscleteen holding him.




Pare found himself in the same situation. He was not pierced yet but was
held up in the teen's arms, his bare back against the teen's massive chest
valley. "Hey let me go! Let goooo!"  The teen took his pike, holding Pare
in one arm, thick and jail like. He took the pike and popped it into Pare's
back. "Arrrghhhhh!"  Pare arched backward in pain, not moving for a few
seconds. The teen slid it in. A brief smile flew across the teen's
face. The teen that held Aoi had a similar look on his face. The two teens
faced each other, the pikes dangling out of the bellies of Aoi and Pare,
both boys facing each other.  Aoi looked at Pare, both sad faces on at
first. Pare's penis rose up as the pain hit him more and more as he
realized what was happening in his gut hole. Then the two teens moved
toward each other, the pike points sticking out of the two boys they
held....one pike point moving at Aoi's belly and the other moving at Pare's
belly. The two pikes slid against each other, causing the boys to yell. Yet
they jerked and felt good too. The points slid against the shafts and went
into the boys' belly buttons, the area that was left. Aoi and Pare's bodies
met each other and they were chest to chest, breathing heavily. Hot breath
on each of their necks and faces. Their lower extremities met each other as
they struggled. They managed to get their arms out and gripped each other.

Pare gasped, "I...I don't want to die," he said lowly.

Aoi hugged his friend around the shoulders and then moved his hands under
Pare's arms to hold his back, "Let us embrace...one anotheraaaaaaaa...."

The teens moved them into each other so much that the pikes went out their
backs and into the bellies of the teens behind them. They were sticking
each other through the two boys. "Damn!"  Pare yelled. "That's dope! Slayin
us while killin each other!"

Aoi bit his own lip but then moved into Pare's neck and licked in a frenzy;
Pare moved his lips over Aoi's bent neck to the back of it, brushing his
head into Aoi's slick hair. Their wetness from the pool mingled with their
sweat. They were chest to chest, the pikes both into them and out from
their back and their bellies, impaled on the pikes that also stuck the
teens.  Aoi grasped Pare, "They don't seem to care. They're zombies of some
sort, or...or....ohhhhhhhh!"

The two teens fell to one side and as they did, the two boys in between
them had no choice but to fall also. All four kicked in different ways,
each movement of one causing the other pain and pleasure, four spurting
cocks growing in the movements as the wind. Four groaning and huffing dying
males. Pare kissed Aoi's mouth, and in between gasped, "I...I loved you..."

"You...you still do...doogh...dough...don't you?"

"Of course, I will always....love uhhhhhhh....oh yeah!!!"

"Yes go for it, guy!"

"That's it!"

"Ohhhhman!"

Then they slowly stopped kicking and their legs slowly moved to a
halt. After they all died, their bodies kept jerking a bit until there was
no more movement...but it took a very long time.


At the same time that this was happening, Sole found himself landed in the
middle of older soldiers. These were men of various sizes, almost all of
them taller than he and older. Some were veritable musclemen, others were
just skinny and some were in between both types. There stomachs were bare
and they wore high kneed boots, bare above the them to the upper thigh.
They wore some kind of stone like loin cloth or cod piece, some wore loin
cloths of stone like material, others wore the cod piece type. On their
chests, their upper chests, they wore a plate of armour but their bellies
were totally bare, the plate arching in an upward semi circle. On their
heads they wore some kind of pointed armour helmet with a small rim. They
all held swords, thick ones with thin points and thin spears; a few had
pitchfork type spears--tridents, thin shafts and black colored.

Sole gripped...dead air. His spear was left behind. One soldier with brown
hair under his helmet pointed to him and nodded to his men, of whom there
were about 20. Too many Sole thought. Well, they wouldn't take me easily he
realized. They would kill him but his mind was set to "not go down without
a fight" or "without taking most of em with him."  He recovered and shook
himself up, bent over. One of the soldiers ran at him with a spear pointed
at his belly, poking at him. He crouched and bent under it. Grabbing it, he
ducked under and used the momentum of the running soldier to flip him over
and away from himself. As the guy sprawled on the ground, another soldier
ran at him.

"You foolish wimp, you let a little kid get the best of ya!"

"Well at least..."  Sole moved the spear quickly at the rushing guy and the
point caught him right in this ridged skinny belly button of his, a kind of
oval slanted vertical slit and the guy ran onto it more....  "He's still
alive! You're not!"  Sole gnashed the spear into the guy and his hands felt
the goodness of having it jab into living meat and out the back. Sole shook
it to get it out of the guy. "No time to take pleasure in slow death..."
He jerked it out and whipped it around to mangle the belly of another guy
coming in. Swiping it in a semi arc, its point made a quick line along his
stomach from hip to hip, ripping the skin between including the guy's innie
belly button. It was gouged out now by Sole. This guy grabbed at it and
fell. The first soldier recovered and ran to the leader.

"He seems to be one of the trio that terrorizes our Torture Boys!"

"Yes and you let him get your spear, you moron!"

"Well, what can I do now?"

The leader ripped his knife into the guy's belly button, "DIE is what you
can do!"  He used his elbow to jerk the knife in deeper and the guy looked
at him in shock. The guy grabbed his killer's arms and then wrists in an
effort to survive or grip something to bear the pain.

"Yeah, stick him," Sole said as he glimpsed this.

The guy slowly fell but tried to keep himself up as the leader stuck him
deeper, "Unnnnnnnhhhnnn."

The leader let him fall, "Kill that teenager now!"

Sole was making spear meat out of the bellies of more of the guys. He was
ducking under, jumping over, and moving as fast as he could.


The strange boy that propelled him to this situation, suddenly was just out
of thin air. He leaned against a tree to watch, his belly moving in and
then out as his back leaned backward and his shoulders were leaning closer
to the tree and his navel contorted as he did so and his stomach moved out
with his hips. Watching, he enjoyed his beauty blond boy object of
affection kill the men but then he grew angry. "So you can survive this! I
want you to feel the pain as you gave to me!"

Sole dodged a knife wielding soldier, who dropped his spear in order to
gain an advantage by moving in closer to Sole without it. All he got was
the advantage of a metal spear head in his belly button causing his
erection of getting his guts ripped out by it. "Feel that, dude?"

"Ohhhhhhh shiiiiii, oh no!"  This guy moved off the spear head but Sole, in
bloodlust, moved it back in and ripped it out to turn toward more guys. He
ripped his spear into one guy and moved it so that the spear, out this
guy's back, also ripped into another's stomach. But he lost the spear
now. He rolled past another sword bearing soldier and as he came up...

Another soldier moved at Sole with his sword, "I got him now! I got him! I
got him!"  This guy saw Sole roll and moved to stick him as he came up. But
as Sole came up, the sword he snatched up from another dead or dying body,
was now pointedly in this overconfident guy's belly button, a kind of
outtie on the bottom and innie on the top, now totally innie as the new
sword Sole found, cut into it deeply. "Ohhhhh! He got me!"  The guy looked
at Sole, "You got me!"

"Die fool."  Sole smiled.

The boy watching the battle was angry, "I know what you deserve. I will
place a curse on you, Sole of the Trio. You who enjoy this bloodlust, shall
know it to no end, for you shall have no end, but your belly shall be bust
over and over and over until the reaching of eternity, you shall live again
and again to do every battle but you shall know no victory, no real victor,
just endless death, and endless recovery. And you shall enjoy and hate it
at the same time!"  He pointed both hands out and put one over the other
and a yellowish lightning blast hit Sole but no one seemed to see it. After
it was over, the boy was gone, tears running down his face now, for he
didn't want to do this. But he did.

Sole unstuck the newest guy he killed and let the guy fall. The leader
moved at him, "Let me, you idiots!" The two swords met and Sole knew right
away he had a strong fighter against him. Sole tried to move around him and
wear him out, but the constant blows of sword against sword wearied him,
made him tired. Melted him down. Suddenly his sword arm was moved away from
his belly, covering gone. The sword found, quickly, his navel and drove
in. Sole looked up, "Ugggghhh. Gaaaa."  He was in shock for a second. Then
he looked down and looked up at the sky. He looked at the leader who smiled
but lost his smile. With fervent rigor and vigor, he just moved the sword
in more. It slid into Sole's finely tight belly, cutting through his belly
button wall behind.

Sole looked at the guy sticking him and felt the wetness in his penis
building to more than just the usual pre cum. "So this is whaaaaahhhh, what
it feels....likeeehuh."  Sole stood for a moment longer. The sword stayed
in until he fell to his knees. It came out. He fell over his knees
forward. The sword came under his chin and moved down to the wound again
and he threw his upper body back, planning to move all the way back but he
stood to see the sword go into his belly again and again. Then
majestically, the leader withdrew it and moved it back behind himself in
one grand gesture.



Two soldiers returned to them as Sole fell onto his back and rolled onto
his stomach, holding his butchered belly with both hands. He jerked this
way, his hands going into the cuts and causing more pain. Cum to sand.

"Sir, the Section Leader is on his way."

"Good, then we can tell him that one of the Trio is dead."

Returned and crying behind a tree, the magical boy was crying more steadily
now, "No, it cannot be. They are wrong. All three of them are dead!"  He
rubbed his eyes, "And it is my fault..."



TO BE CONTINUED...