Date: Mon, 09 Jun 2008 16:10:36 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO 40

A young boy sat crosslegged on his wooden cabin floor, writing, "That day
Trio had enough. They were further put into the Nolo arena for a final
time...the final time for not just them...while they were doing this, other
forces were advancing, sthethily but secretly towards Nolo's fortress. Lead
by Simon of England, the dancer boy Casm, and backed by many other
warriors, this group would handle the guards, warriors, and Thoros clone
boys outside the castle. Nolo would see this as his last chance to acquire
the Boy, whom it is said that though you could gain access back to the real
world. Wiz had contacted his magical friend, the Seer. All converging
toward one major battle or perhaps hundreds of smaller, more brutal, and
sexier engagements..."  As he wrote, the boy couldn't help it as his penis
slowly filled with blood and engorged upward, "It was a battle I witnessed
first hand..."  He turned his hand to his face and then used it for another
task.

Sole was circling around and slowly. He waved off Thoros warriors, "Didn't
think you all were such cowards...I mean no matter what I thought of Thoros
clone idiots, I didn't think they ran away from a fight..."  One came
closer and closer and then ran. Sole jabbed his spear point right into his
thick almost plate like ab area, into the belly button. "That's better.
Brave one. Die brave one! Thick and brawny!"

The Thoros on the spear point was shocked and wide eyed but he said, "Let
me go!"

Sole nodded and flung him off, to hit others behind him. They all fell in a
heap. Other Thoros didn't know what to do and they backed off a bit. Sole
knew what to do: he jumped up the fallen and quickly speared each of them
in their belly buttons before they could recover, "Ahha! Ha! Die on your
backs!"

They all, Trio and Thoros, knew it was more difficult, hard in fact, to
fight hard. Rock hard solid dicks made it almost impossible to move at your
fastest but Trio could do it better than the Thoros.

The Thoros near Sole looked at this blond kid and thought they could take
him. They charged. Pare was backed onto his haunches by many Thoros, who
wielded sword and spears, moving the points down at the Latino. He seemed
cornered. Aoi was surrounded, cut off from his two friends. An Oriental
Thoros was near him. Aoi raised his swords over his head and a spear was
thrust at his belly...just inches away from his shallow navel...


"All right, I'm sick of this shit!"  Aoi brought his left handed sword down
on the spear near his belly and cut it in half, the point of which flew off
so mightily that it stabbed deeply into the belly button of the spear
holder, who saw it coming but in backing off, made his navel a great
target. Aoi smirked but didn't have time to enjoy it consciously.
Unconsciously, his dick rose just that much more. His other spear overhead
was brought up further against larger Thoros musclemen's swords, knocking
them aside, a few actually falling from their holder's hands. These left
without swords, didn't know what to do. Their owners stood with a worried
look on their faces. But they didn't have long to worry for Aoi's other
spear point found them down low and ripped out their intestines, not slowly
but quickly. A large number of large bodies fell onto each other, dying.
Some nailed other inrushing fighters beneath them. A smaller number of
warriors were pinned underneath. Trio would later, slowly, stab through the
dead to pin cushion those in a flesh sandwich of pain and pleasure, dick
spawned mayoniasse creamed between. Aoi's upper spear he turned in his hand
in a position to lower it down now and he arched it down into the thick
belly button of a non Thoros man, pushing it to crease the knob of a
snakelike belly button, half in half outtie. The spear went in and the man
bent at the hips but his upper body bent up so Aoi could see his shocked
face, a big O on his mouth, his eyebrows up toward the sky.

"I've had enough of this too!"  Pare sprang up from his bend to almost fly
up, his knife out, grazing sides above hips while his sword littered the
ground with bodies. Pare landed in front of a skinny kid with a spear and
long bangs on his hair. The kid just looked at Pare. "Act fast or die,
that's..."  Pare stabbed him deeply with his sword, "...what Feng
always...."  The kid was jerked into a new position and he stayed in that
one for a bit...letting the sword soak into him, "Taught me!"  Pare let it
stay there for a few seconds longer than he should have, "...Now...."  Pare
pulled it out and the bangs flew up in the air and back down over the kid's
glazing over eyes, "....I teach it to you!"  As the kid slowly slumped
another youngish warrior was behind him and Pare jabbed a knife into his
belly button, "And you, and you and you and you!"  Between each "you" Pare
pulled and stabbed another with both his knife and his sword. Larger bodies
fell before him, belly buttons obliterated, meshed, tangled up in other
body parts such as hands which flew to stomachs to try to hold them
together--in vain. Pare was flash quick and his sword and long knife found
many innard caves that day. Pare saw some spear holders coming at him from
both sides, about six on each side. He pulled out of a dead boy who was
dead but still standing, "He's just dead on his feet!"  Pare faced the
others with a wry smile on his confident, enraged, obsessed face, every
muscle on the Latino tensed and ready to kill. His dick spurt a bit but he
ignored it. Pare waved the spear holders, among them Thoros warriors and
non Thoros, on. They charged, hesitating only for a moment. Pare threw
himself backward into a flying flip and landed on two of the spears of the
spearholders behind him. His legs knocked the spear points down and the
warriors were behind him, unsure what to do as they faced his bare
back. Pare flung his sword and knife against his own sides and slid them
back into thick meat of the two Thoros spear holders. They gasped but they
did not have any ability to use their own spears for Pare was sitting down
on the weapons. As they fell, Pare put his knees under the spears whipping
them around quickly and he used his legs to fling both spears up into two
approaching, running skinny boys. Navels punctured, they fell. More behind
them found Pare's sword and knife in their belly buttons. Guys behind them
saw the points of the weapons out the backs. Then out again. As they
wondered, the points found new homes...in their own buttons. They buckled.
Some froze when hit, muscles tensed. Pain registered, they then fell. Pare
ignored them and stepped on them as he killed more and more. One mighty
Thoros fell with Pare's knife in his belly button.  "Damn! I liked that
knife!"  Pare stood on the mighty Thoros back, the guy still alive as he
laid on a knife under him. The Thoros wiggled and moaned, caught between
knife and Pare's boots. Pare spun on the guy's bumpy muscled back and used
his sword to peel layers off the stomach layers of other warriors
approaching.


"Let me up!" The Thoros gasped. "Let me off this thing!"

Pare poked another and another. "The fools keep coming. And so do I!"  Pare
cam and then as others finally backed off, he pulled the Thoros's head up
by his thick brown hair and the guy winced and flinched. "Not dead yet?
Good. I want my knife back!"  Pare pulled the guy up to his stomach and he
grabbed the knife and made several twisting motions to get it out and a few
just for fun, "Thanks for holding it in that deep holster of a gut you
have! And by the way...die!"  Pare dropped the guy's upper trunk and it
landed with a splashy splat. He didn't have time to watch--although he
wanted to---for his knife flung around and stabbed an oncoming young kid.

"I will kill Pare! I got him! He's bending over a..."  The kid looked down
and then up. Pare rose his eyebrows. The kid shook his head NO. He looked
down at his gut...a knife in it and his eyes followed the knife to a hand
and to the face of Pare shook his head YES.  The kid nodded NO as he looked
down and up again. Pare jabbed it in deeper, taking the kid and knocking
him back. He withdrew the knife and the kid spun and fell onto his knees
and then crashed onto his side. "Have the good sense to enjoy your pain,
kid! DIE!"  In response the kid merely muttered a lasting last lingering
groan.

Which was lost as it blended into the moans of the currently stabbed.

The mighty Thoros throng that attacked Sole overestimated their strength
and abilities while underestimating Sole's. Sole used his spear end and put
it on the ground, using it to catapult himself into their massive muscle.
Four fell and before they could stand, Sole quickly cut their stomachs
deeply using his short sword. As he did so, more Thoros, part of the
attackers, backed up, shocked. But three came round the mass of bodies Sole
stood over. One grabbed Sole from behind while another came forward and
began to put his spear point on Sole's belly button. Sole could feel it
wobble on his half innie, half outtie, more on the outtie. Sole kicked up
and sprang his feet up onto the guy's massive chest and ran up the guy,
kicking at his face, making the spear shift, bouncing away from Sole's
belly button, the parting making Sole hard a bit. Sole ran up and flung
himself over the guy that was holding him. Sole ended up sitting on the
guy's shoulders, the guy spinning around trying to get Sole with his own
spear and sword. From behind them, another Thoros made a move with his
sword. Sole withdrew his knife from his belt and leaned all the way back,
his whole upper body off the Thoros's lined back muscle bumps. He flung
past the sword point and jabbed his knife into the that one's belly button,
making it vanish as the steel covered it plugging it up. Sole quickly
removed it. The guy looked at his butchered belly button, "Oh. It be gone."

Sole curled up the right side of his lip and jabbed in with his own short
sword, his spear stuck on the ground. He stuck it in and the other Thoros,
the one he was on, stumbling around, made the spear go in deeper and deeper
until it thukked out the thick back. Sole laughed, "I can't stay in this
position much longer ---my back hurts..."


"Mine too!"  The guy he stuck stumbled. As he fell to his calves, Sole
unstuck the spear, the point out back, gently striking yet another Thoros
behind that one, merely wounding him. Bending all the way down the Thoros
he was on, Sole gasped in mock exasperation, "Oh my! I'm going the wrong
way!"  Sole bent all the way forward.

"Gethimoffame! Gethimoffame!"  The Thoros that sprouted Sole on his back
kept yelling through all of this. Other Thoros and some lean bodied
Spearboys tried to get close but those that did, got either Sole's spear or
knife in their guts as the blond leaned upward at various times.

Sole bent forward again and his hands moved to the Thoros's front. He
crisscrossed his sword blade on the sharp side and the knife over the guy's
ample lower belly and quickly cut across, making a large pair slices that
met at the guy's belly button. Sole dug em in! "Oh maybe not the wrong way
after all!"  Sole jerked the blades in, point first and then out a bit and
kept his Xing going on up over the hips. He then flung his head
perpendicular to the Thoros and dove off into two Spearboys. Sole cut fully
across each Spear boy's belly, the lean muscle, svelte and hard but not
over big muscular. He rolled off their falling bodies and kicked another
Thoros down, grabbed his spear and put his threw his knife into a third
Spearboy belly button. The third spearboy pulled it right out immediately
and came at Sole---cumming at him too.

"Think that'lll stop me! I not like these others be. Fodder for your blade,
I'll..."  He stumbled as the pain filled his stomach to his back and Sole
jabbed his spear into the ground and used the spear to fling at him so that
he fell into a Thoros. The knife, extended out, missed Sole entirely. It
went past Sole's head and into the thick corded muscle of the very big
Thoros's belly button. Sole moved fast and turning, took the spearboy's
elbow and shoved. The impact tore into the Thoros abs. The Spearboy, his
eyes dreamily closing, slumped to the ground slowly. Sole smiled but then
ignored him as he spun the Thoros and flung him to the ground. Knife
first. The hilt went in deeply. Sole stood up ontop of his back and used
his spear and sword to make short work of some gladiator boys, not on
Trio's side. Running at Sole, the saw visions of glory but after meeting
with his sword and spear, they saw only visions of gory...belly button
meat, severed, hanging, missing, chunked in or out. Squashed flesh where
their navels should have been. Sole kept going and soon moved off the
Thoros's back.

The Thoros struggled to get up but the knife in him hurt too much. Each
time he got his upper body up, he would feel the pain so much, his upper
trunk would fall again and the blade would go in. "No one cares. Ohhh, the
kid kilt me."  He huffed his last as someone shoved a spear into his
back. A Spearboy who was caught up in the thrill of the kill. Sole
amputated that Spearboy's button from his body. The boy yelped like a stuck
dog. Others cried like cats in the act of sex.

"Hey, Nolo, you cheated, these guys aren't all Thoros!"  Sole jabbed his
sword into a belly of a Thoros, "And now, neither is this Thoros--he's lost
a part of himself."

Nolo shrugged, smiling, "You are giving me such a show. There ARE 2000
Thoros in there with you. Just filling the empty spaces with Spearboys and
gladiator boys and some others."

"Oh man, more meat for my sword."


Sole jumped back and two Thoros speared each other. He kicked up and flew
over five gladiator boys who looked at him. "Oh, Asian, all five of ya?"
Sole in rapid succession, stabbed each one in their very different
buttons. A fat kid. Down and out, taking with him, a gladiator boy behind
him, a redhead. A very, very skinny Asian. "Ribs anyone?"  A muscle man
Asian. A smooth Asian. An Asian with yellow red hair, dyed of
course. "Dyed? Died."

Sole looked behind him. Aoi was slicing into a guy's stomach who was atop
another guy who had his back cut open by Aoi moments ago. From the
shoulders of his large thick pal, a skinny guy jumped down, knife first,
arm out. Aoi brought up his arm and his sword impaled the guy's smooth
hairless belly. The belly wobbled under Aoi's cut and the guy fell with
Aoi's arm and hand. Aoi tugged out and then let his body move quickly into
the bigger pal. Sword point out first. Now in the big guy's stomach. The
big guy folded and didn't get up. He fell top of his head first onto the
ground. Aoi turned and kicked a guy into another guy, grabbed both their
spears and jabbed both into one's belly button, bare and tight. He shoved
and both spear went through one belly button and out the back and into the
next. Aoi yelled a war yell and let the spears go to take out his two
swords again.

Pare put a sword into a Latino's belly and the kid, "all passionate and
shit" according to Pare, stiffened his whole body, it being caught like a
movie in an old time projector. Stiffened in his flight and still for many
seconds as it was cut in mid air. The Latino did not see. He just was close
eyed and his body, arching toward Pare a moment ago, jutted back into
stillness. Pare let his sword stay in the kid for a bit before angrily and
none too gently digging in a bit and then tugging harshly out, his sword
being tugged out so hard that Pare's arm brought it downward. With his
knife Pare slashed a long "paper cut" across an uncoming and cumming
Thoros's bare belly button. "Ha! You mist me!"  The Thoros laughed and
picked up his sword over Pare's head.

Pare nodded NO. "No I didn't. Look at yer own belly--while you can."

"Huh? Watcha mean?"  Looking down, the yellow skinned Thoros, a youngish
one with blond hair and slanted eyes, saw his belly PART! One piece from
the other, like a paper cut. The top of his belly button, a thick half
dollar sized outtie, parting from the lower part. Underneath he saw
yellowish guts and red blood--but not much blood. For this land does
something to bodies and they do not require much blood as they exist in
it. "Shit!"

"Shit! That's hot!"  Pare thrust his sword into the mess and wiggled it
five times before tugging it out hard and shot it back to kill another
Thoros. Pare turned as the guys both fell and he lashed out at more and
more Thoros, who moved in to kill him. "How many down? I wonder?"

Aoi grabbed a Thoros's butt cheeks and shoved him onto the sword of another
Thoros, who was poised, coming at Aoi. The Thoros stuck onto the sword,
stabbed his long knives into the Thoros who stuck him. "Man, I get my
revenge on my killer!"

"Jerk off!"  The one with the sword yelled, "We on the same side!!!"  He
jabbed his sword about the Thoros's navel area, making mush.


"But you stuck me! Fucker!"  He put his head on the guy's chest, "Feeling
good bout it tah!"

"Tah!"  The sword one started to buckled downward. He cam, his dick up and
out of his stone loin cloth and mingling with the dick of the one leaning
on him, for it too stuck out. A large number of white cum shots
unloaded. Filling the air.

The boy in the wooden cabin, continued to write:

I saw this battle first: muscular good looking loinâ€`cloth guys with
those tight bellies that have that muscular belly curve outwards.. and they
all die like doofusses..but almost enjoy getting' it right in their belly
buttons... the Thoros... those beautiful muscles bodies...hot tight curved
bellies.. stone loincloths...how the Trio boys, my Trio boys, our Trio
boys, heroes to all those who are downtrodden by Nolo and all those who
just plain ole like to feel it in their belly button hole, kill them..how
they drop..killed in their belly buttons! They just keep on cumming and
even if they don't, they'll die anyway as Trio hunt em down and jab em'
.Hmm, I is gettin hot imagin myself a Thoros and Pare killin' me and all my
buds...

The boy snickered. Using his pointer finger, he fingered his belly button
and pressed his nail into it. He looked at his penis head and was not
surprised to find a large drollup of pre cum growing out of its slit. As he
pressed with one hand into his navel, deep and ample, filled with fleshy
folds and jut outs, his dick jutted out itself. He gripped his penis with
his free hand and began to jerk it.

In between he wanted to write but he couldn't. He managed to think what he
would have wrote if he could use a free hand: ...Trio continued...no
mercy....I imagine them slaughtering me and all my guys like dogs...

The boy felt a rise inwardly. A flush of tempo whiteness in his own thick
member.  "Oh yeah, let it rip! Let it rip! Show me whatcha got Trio!"

"Let it rip!!!"  Aoi stabbed through one Thoros frame and another and
another. "Hmm? Let it rip?!"

Pare stabbed one after another Thoros and yet the dumb guys kept coming and
cumming. "Hey, Aoi's that getting old!"

Aoi stabbed and stabbed, one after the other. They almost presented no
problem at all. "Okay, I could have said, lemme see, I coulda said---let it
tear..."  The Thoros were being killed one by one, one after another,
almost in line. Bellies were splashed out their backs. "I could have said
let it cut or let it..."  Another one bit through the belly button, "...gut
or..."

After splash down, the boy wrote: The Trio boys--- just so much enjoying
killing all 2000 Thoros..belly after belly..navel after navel..then on to
the rest!


Pare went through more bellies than could be counted. Nolo, watching was at
turns, angry, fascinated, entertained, shocked, and smiling. He couldn't
believe how Trio were going through Thoros belly like the bellies were
jello, jam, butter, cream, and smooth muscled meat.

 Pare was saying as he killed, "Die like the dogs that you are!"  He
stabbed another, who came rushing with a yell that made this warrior
confident, falsely, that he could take Trio, or rather, Pare in
particular. Pare plugged the double navel this big guy seemed to have,
"Actually I wouldn't kill any dogs but... so die like the dogs you aren't!"

"OfffffffFFFFFFF!"

"Yeah you are an oaf!"  Pare said watching the body fall like a ton of
bricks.

Then Pare saw what looked like Thoros versions of Brad Pitt, Justin
Timberlake, Heyden Christianson, and Mark Dasacos. Now it was Pare's turn
to go wide eyed. "Oh wow! A feast!"  As they tripped over each other trying
to get to him, Pare stabbed Brad first, then Justin, then Heyden. The three
fell in moans and groans, asking stuff like, "Why me" and "How come?"

Pare finished the muscled tanned belly of Mark Dascacos. "Die like the
musclular good looking hunks that you are!"  Pare cam in his cloth again
and again for each of the four he just slew.

The boy writer: In my mind's eye I could still see... I'm in a loin
cloth...thong...my belly fully exposed...and I feel Pare's blade go deep
into it right thru my innie...and I die with a Big O.

The boy splashes his own bare underbelly with hot white fluid, messing a
great deal. "Oh yeah, I'm dead now," he laughed. From behind him, a blond
boy jabs a knife into his white cummy belly button, "Ahhhhh! Whadrudoing?
Oh my navel!!!!!"

"I was listening to your story from outside the door and you got me so
turned on, I just had ta stick something deeply and you're it! Feel that?!"
The kid plunged the knife in deeply, pressing his chest into the bare back
of the storyteller.

"Oh fuck!!! Argghh!"  The leaned over into his own lap, his face pooling
into the cum layers. He and the one killing him jerked in their sitting
positions. A cacophony of uhhs and ohhs filled the cabin, then just the
huffing of the recovering blond knifer.

As he finished, he gasped, "Now I'll never know what happened in the
battle."

No matter, the story must go on.

The Troupe approached the outside door of Nolo's arena. Hoods came down and
the helmets of the troupe checked out. Gow, the goateed muscle guard
smiled, "New gladiator boys who...hey, I recognize you, you're the one that
was in here before..."


Simon jabbed his sword directly into Span's muscular stomach. He was aiming
for Gow's but Span jumped in the way at the last moment. "Take me on
first....ttttttahhhhhh! Gahhh!"

"If you wish!"  Simon jabbed it in deep, "Feel that!"  Simon gripped the
handle hard and pulled out, swinging his sword back. Span grabbed his belly
button area and fell slowly, trying to remain up. Everyone ignored him as
the battle began.

Gow called back to skinny Vier, "Get reinforcments, we're under heavy
attack!"  Using his spear, he clanged off swords that came from the very
small Cordo, a skinny blond kid in a tan/orange speedo, sporting a large
outtie button. This kid had a black feather in his very blond almost white
hair--a feather which covered the front of his upper forehead in a small
vertical line.

"They're not troupe four?"  Vier asked as the slick head of Span met the
ground as Span rolled over. And over again onto his writhing belly.

"NO! Of course not! Just go!"  Gow turned his attention to the massive army
before him.

Tossing Gow his sword, Vier managed to run into the opening gate and close
it just as arrows rained onto it. Vier slammed it shut. The blond-red
highlighted haired Famile was trying to get into it. "He locked us out!"

Cordo's lover, a boy named Duncan, in a blue speedo, came forward. With a
blue speedo, he sported thicker hips and more meat but was considered lean
also. He had brown straight hair and brown eyes. His speedo was lower than
Cordo's which meant that his hips and entire torso were bare almost to his
dick. His button was not as outtie as Cordo's but was outtie
nevertheless. A much more spitfire attitude, he laughed as he swung two
swords at Gow. Others came at Gow from all sides.  Famile came to help Gow.

Famile, swinging his swords, gasped, "We can't hold them all off!"

"We must," Gow said, "It's just you and me now, kid..."


Manny, a small boy with light brown hair, dark blond hair punk style
sticking up on the top of his head but hanging down over his head's sides,
a brownish hazel set of eyes and wearing a short cut denim blue jacket top
and skimpy shredded denim shorts with lots of holes in them, was among
them. He held a spear and a sword. He also wore a necklace of bones around
his neck. Each one held the remains of some of his victim's...their inner
navels...the start of their intestines! Manny rushed at Gow from the left
side and Gow swung his sword. Manny ducked under it and behind Gow, ready
to stab but Famile circled behind and Manny had to block some hits from
Famile. Manny moved the other way, away from Famile but more toward Gow's
back. Gow's spearhead flung at Manny's belly button as Gow held it
horizontally but Manny dove under it. Famile, behind Gow, grabbed Gow's
spear and aimed it at Manny's belly button, thrusting. Gow was busy
focusing on his sword, warding off Cuuba, Gorm, Patrick, and Ian. He felt
his spear move, maneuvered by someone else and wasn't sure who it
was. Manny's belly button played host to the first six inches of Gow's
spear. Manny yelped like a stuck dog and howled as he bent over the
spear. Famile smiled and shoved. "Some victory anyway, die dude!"

"Boys to fight against a man?"  Getting his sword against the four boys'
weapons, all at once, Gow flung them away from him, the boys confused for
the moment. This gave Gow time to swing his spear and stop whoever was
manipulating it.

Suddenly, Famile felt Gow's spear moved from his hands and it went
sideways, hitting him between hip and belly button. Before he could yell
out to Gow, the spear point whisked into a new position and jabbed him
sideways and slanted...in his navel. His red-blond hair flew into his face
and he screamed, a scream which turned into a heavy gasping. Behind him,
the gate flung open and rammed into his back, thrusting him further onto
Gow's spear.

"We're back!"  Vier said proudly. He noticed Famile with Gow's spear in his
belly button and barely winched. "Who's side you on?"

Gow yelled, "Just help me! I can't hold them all off!"  Gow kicked Cordo's
legs out from under him and implanted Cordo's strained belly button with
his sword point.

Famile sunk to his knees, unbelieving as Gow uncaringly whipped out the
spear from Famile's torso. Famile looked up at him with accusing eyes but
Gow wasn't paying attention to him at all. Famile fell face down, his belly
struggling with the dirt beneath it. His dick seeped through and overcame
his loin cloth to seed the ground with his future...

Vier came out with many guards, soldier boys, some Thoros, and Java, in his
usual yellow tights. Simon and Casm began to battle many of them all at one
time. Blowing bubble gum, Duncan was kneeling next to Cordo as Gow's sword
was uplifted out of the boy's bare belly, his button now innie. Cordo bent
but then thrust backward on his shoulder blades. Duncan kissed him fully as
Cordo's breath gasped out. Duncan thrust his tongue in and then let him go,
holding him up a bit in one arm. Duncan let the kid fall roughly and
Cordo's breath expired. Duncan turned his swords toward Gow.

Gow had two big boys on his back... one was Cuuba...Cuuba has a belly that
seemed made out of dark reddish brown clay. Smooth and set. Not fat, not
skinny, he had the look of an American Indian but also of Cuban blood and
perhaps even Peruvian. He had distinct high cheekbones but not
unattractively so. His eyes seemed farther apart than most people's. Thick
lips but not as thick as Fory's and big cheeks, almost masked instead of
adding to, a boyish face. Denim blue pants with a brown belt tightly around
his lower waist, so low it was only just covering his pubic area. Jet black
short silky hair bunched up but nicely so. He held a thin spear in one hand
and a traditional sword in the other. A thin ridge that looked like it
should lead to a shallow innie but which lead to a shadowy innie with a
thick back wall, that could be seen even though it was far set back. It
looked like a sideways eye with a lid over it but that was just how the
shadows were hitting it I'd guessed.


Unable to see, Gow stepped on Manny's heaving belly, putting to rest that
wild boy fighter. Mors was on Gow's right shoulder, Cuuba on his left. Mors
was thick bodied, thick haired and very, very blond. He had blue eyes, hair
well over his ears and down his back, freckles lightly over his back and
chest, but very smooth skin especially in front. His gut was large and
spread but not at all fat. He wore white shorts with a waist band on them
and white boots. His navel was solid innie with a semi shallow, semi deep
inside, lots of fleshy details inside. And he sported big thick
nipples. Muscled legs. He held a small trident and a long, curved knife to
Gow's neck.

The two boys held on tight but Gow was able to swat them against the wall
which was at his back. Casm has to swing his sword left and right, slicing
and hacking many Thoros and many guards who got in his way. Simon stuck a
Thoros, "They're pushing us back!"

Johnno was behind Casm and he put a sword into a boy who rushed at him with
his own sword raised over his head. Tender open belly was cut for the air
to spread into. Shock on kid's face. Johnno had shock on his face too. "I
think that...that is my first..."

"Enjoy it!"  Casm yelled as he cut through lines of soldiers, all in
thongs. Bodies littered the area.

Johnno looked down at his growing dick, which was slick with glee. "So
that's what it feels like?"  His own navel was there too. Suddenly, he saw
something flash into it. A long thin arrow. "OFFFFAAAHH!"

Casm didn't hear him or see him. He was too busy fighting for his own
life. His redheaded lover began to slump down, holding the arrow as if it
were his own dick, thrusting his pelvis upward with it. Johnno tried to
remove it, grunting with manly force (for once). Four huge musclemen backed
Simon off from the arena castle.

Gow slammed Mors and Cuuba off his back by hitting them into the wall. Mors
fell off and stood up quickly...and for his efforts got Gow's spear, still
covered with slime from Famile, into his belly button. Gow laughed, "Boys
to do a man's job! Get gutted like men! Die with honor!"  Mors was run
through into the wall. He pushed himself back along the spear to get
off. Gow wiggled it, causing Mors more pain and Mors to wiggle himself,
wetting himself with a full blast of cum volcano. Mors stood there a few
seconds after that while men and boys fought all around him, ignoring
him. He blinked and swallowed. He smiled, "Get him, Cuuba, get him," and
then he started slowly to slump down against the wall, watching Cuuba fight
Gow...

...and he saw Cuuba get his sword knocked away. Cuuba tried to counter with
his own thin spear but Gow's sword swiped right into his belly button,
creating a massive cavern into Cuuba's belly button, which was
obliterated. Cuuba was wide eyed and bent backward to try to get off. He
did get off but in a different way from the way he wanted to. Great wads of
steamy white choked out of his dick slit and flew from between his leg and
his clothing. Cuuba buckled.

Mors sank for the last time, "Cuuba! No!"

"Die!"  Gow said.

His "DIE" was mixed with that of the teary eyed Duncan, who jabbed his
spear into Gow's ample belly. "DIE!!!!"  Duncan rammed the spear into the
older man's belly button and Gow felt it and knew it. Duncan didn't stop
there. He let go of the spear when there were seven inches into it, kicked
it, and then tore Cordo's sword, which he recovered, into Gow's upper navel
and then circled it around and around the spear in Gow. Gow's button was
gouged out above and below like a circle. Duncan rammed the sword into Gow,
who groaned and moaned loudly and quickly and then fell. As Gow fell, he
grabbed Duncan's leg and tripped him. Vier tore a long sword into Duncan,
who's two sizes too small speedo dipped and dripped. Duncan fell ontop of
Gow and Vier rammed, the sword going into Duncan's belly button, out his
back and into Gow. Gow felt three points in him and jerked and jerked and
jerked. "OWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOW!"

"Cordo, here I cum," Duncan's body went wild atop Gow's and he shot at
Vier's lower belly, "Wish it were arrows...Cordo, the...the pain...it's
sooo good...goodahhhhh...ohuhfffuffff."

Duncan died with a smile on his face and his dick head wet with stringy,
juicy clumps. Vier smiled and ran out to join Java on the front defense.

TO BE CONTINUED...