Date: Wed, 11 Jun 2008 17:49:20 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO  41

Battles raged on either side of the castle walls. Outside and inside. Sort
of like the weapons of the combatants. Inside, Trio was finishing off ALL
the Thoros and other miscellaneous warriors in the arena. Outside, Nolo's
men and some Thoros were starting to outnumber Simon and Casm's group.
Simon and Casm themselves were being pushed back away from the castle
arena.

Casm cut a big, older muscle man in half from hip to hip and swerved his
swords into other younger dudes, "We're getting our asses kicked!"

Simon jabbed a sword directly into a muscular steroid headed guy's belly
button, the guy was even bigger than Simon. "You mean our belly buttons!"
Next to him, one of their young recruits got stabbed by a long spear held
by a younger Thoros muscleboy.

Sven stabbed the belly of a kid running at him and a kid behind that one,
running too fast, smashed into the bare, smooth youthful back of the first
one. Both now had thick steel running through their meshed belly tunnels.
Sven grinned and raised an eyebrow, looking into the eyes of the kid he
just stabbed, a handsome red/blond/brunette with thick eyebrows. The kid
behind, wide eyed, looked over his dead ally-friend's shoulder to look his
killer, Sven, in the eyes too. Sven twisted and churned while staring at
him and smiled even more. "HAA!"

"AHHHHHH!"  That was Sven too. Simon turned to look at him. A larger Thoros
warrior, smooth but very ab-bed belly, stuck a long sword, thin and
glinting, into Sven's Swedish belly button, which stuck out a lot. Now it
stuck in. Sven jerked back and his two victims fell back --along with
Sven's long sword stuck in their belly button. They didn't know which way
to fall so just let go. Their bodies flung in different directions and the
battle raging around them took them to the ground, splitting their navels
from the shaft and letting their kicking turn to full rage jerking, froth
spewing.

Casm saw a skinny lad on their side, Ama, get a long spear in his
navel. Ama folded over it and was lifted off his feet by a big guard. Maro
similarly got stabbed in his abs as two Nolo warriors held his arms and a
boy shorter than all of them, with fabulous long blond hair, curling down
over his hips even, stabbed Maro with a long wooden pointed shaft. Maro
jerked but the two warriors held him tightly. His dick found its way out of
his waist band of what looked like gym shorts and shot out, spurting. The
warriors laughed. "We're losing!"




In the arena, Trio were piling up the bodies of many Thoros as they just
stabbed and stabbed the big dudes. The dumb ones were just coming and some
ran right into Trio weapons, held out by strong arms and enthusiastic
energy. Aoi laughed, wide eyed at, "How dumb they are!"

Pare nodded, holding out his sword to allow a Thoros time to meet it with
his belly button, set in a great pack of abs. Pare jabbed it out and thrust
his knife sideways into the bread basket of a non Thoros muscle
kid. Another took his place immediately so Pare knifed him too in the gut
hole and twisted. Thoros warriors spun in pain and landed on top of other
Thoros, some dead, some dying, all moaning, puffing, huffing.  Aoi acquired
a spear and jabbed it into a Thoros belly and then...

Outside, Simon watched as Gorm, one of the muscle lovers, the bar
bodyguards, tried to wield his sword like a feather duster. Simon yelled to
him but to no avail. Although brave, Gorm got a spear in his massive belly
and it moved all around, making mush of his abs. It slid in more...

...slid in more and more. Aoi pulled it out and turned, his sword already
stuck in some thin guy's guts. He jerked hard and the guy screamed like a
girl and grabbed at his wound and flung himself backward. Sole's back,
moving backward, hit him and he spun onto a pile of great bodies. Some guys
were climbing up the pile, trying to escape but they were wounded or...shot
by arrows from the kids on the walls. A new group of arrow boys were up
there, ribs sticking out as they pulled arrows back and wistfully let them
fly. A guy on the pile, turned onto his back and put his hands around his
navel to show an American Indian arrow kid where to let his arrow fly. The
American Indian smiled and nodded, knowingly. He let his shot fly and the
shaft plied right into the soft belly meat inside the bigger guy's
button. His thick button ring was harder than what was inside and he
grabbed the shaft and moved it around to hit his own thick ring to feel
something hard against it. The American Indian kid on the wall shelf made a
fist of victory. Below, Sole jabbed a sword into a Thoros and drove it in
deep so that it hit another Thoros behind that one and he ...

...shifted his sword around in the belly of Lin, a lean but small pirate
boy who was among one of the dying boys of Simon's allies now. Lin, his
head scarf falling off his luscious black locks, his red cheeks puffing,
closed his eyes and fluttered them open again, long black lashes looking
lovingly at his killer, a Nolo guard man, muscled and big backed. The guy
took it out and Lin...

Fell. The Thoros warriors were almost all doing it now. Falling. Dying,
getting stabbed. 2000 or more were almost gone now! Nolo's face turned as
red as the dying boy's cheeks outside...He stood up and looked at the
arena, "Almost all of my Thoros!"

The Main Master Arn stood up and said, "Sire, there are more outside the
walls."

"What?"  Nolo turned to the much bigger Arnold type, "What are they doing
out there? Bring them in here to kill these three little brats!"

"Sire, we told you," Arn said, "They are fighting Simon and the dancer boy,
Casm and their allies."  Arn smiled, "And...they are winning..."

"But look!"  Nolo pointed down at the arena...


In it, Pare was stabbing and stabbing one Thoros after another, "And that's
for...Cameron and Zual and Kaser...and Sim...and Dirk...and Gol and that's
for Retch and for Erik and his lover Willet and that's for Kai and Rickett
and...Garett...and that's for Turin and Nostrum and Christo! Mostly for
Christo!"  He stabbed with one weapon and out and then as that one went out
the other went in...they kept on coming and cumming, spurts of blood and
sperm and pre cum flying all over. Pare tasted some cum in his
mouth. "That's for Rosado, even though he was a dick and so was bodies....I
mean buddies and that's for...well, I run outta names...for..for me!"
Bodies littered the ground, making near-staircases toward the walls. For
each name, a Thoros fell.

"That's for Aaron!"  Aoi stuck a very big guy in the gut, And for For..."
Aoi stuck four slim Thoros, "Makin them small further out the back and out
the back with my swords!"  The four fell, "For For. Four!"

"Make that four thousand!"  Sole called over, spearing three guys in the
gut one behind the other. He kicked behind him and knocked down a rushing
Thoros who held a sword over Sole's shoulders. The Thoros fell. Sole
whipped out the spear with both hands and the three guys fell. He jabbed
the spear down into the fallen Thoros belly. The Thoros seemed like he was
doing crunches for his abs as his head and legs rose, neck bent, knees
bent, feet up and then down. He tried to roll but the spear was still in
him and tore. Sole unstuck him and then took out his sword again.

On the side lines, watching were Beni and Jolo. They didn't look happy.

Sole stuck, "I think..."

Groan. Moan. Crumple to ground. Expiring air.

"We are..."

Metal meeting flesh. Ripping sound. "Oh no! My gut!"

"...almost outta fodder..."

Slllitthhh. Zipppp. "Offfffahhhhh! Ohh! Yeah, giveittame!"  Head meets
sand. Body crumples in a jerking motion.

Nolo yells, "Jolo, tell that stupid Beni to send in the new Thoros! You
fool!"

Beni whispered to Jolo, "They're not ready yet."

"Yes they are, you fool!"  Jolo put his sword into Beni's navel but didn't
press, "Now do it or I'll gut your navel outta your hard belly."




Sweating but trying not to let it show..and failing, Beni smirked, "You
would love to try."  He turned, Jolo's point coming out of his navel and
his dick jumping an inch from that, "You...you and you. All of you!"

These were some of Nolo's newest clone boys, grown and trained, now
ready. Beni shoved them out but they were eager, ready to fight, gripping
their swords.  They were newbies. All with bare tummies, most flat, some
with some baby fat, all in thongs, tight as can be.  Tummies are bare.. and
navels are exposed...youngies.. on their first mission for Nolo.

One red cheeked, black haired newbie gripped his sword, "I can't wait," he
said to his Thoros brother, both with long, long black hair and green
eyes. "Our first mission for Nolo!"

The newbie Thoros kids came out behind Trio, trying to circle around and
behind.

"Trying to circle around behind the Trio," Bazian looked out of his cell
with others who were routing for Trio. Percival watched with him.

"A whole bunch o' newbie boys..." Percival said, looking worried, eyebrows
raised, forehead creased in worry.

"..closing in..!"  Evan gasped.

As Sole finished off two more soldiers, their bellies now hosting a spear
and a sword, Pare was busy killing a redheaded warrior. Aoi put his swords
across his body and stabbed three more quickly. "Gawk!"

"Arrgghh!"

"Ohthatsheaven!"

"Someone enjoyed that," Aoi smiled and his dick was full hard, pressing
against his thin outfit. "Damn, they die well these three."  The trio on
the ground cam and jerked and cam some more. All rubbing near each other.

While Trio was busy,

Bazian yelled, "There's so many of them!"

"And Trio's tired!"  Evan gasped. "What do we do?"

"They can't hear us over the din created by the men watching!"  Percival
yelled.

 "And the dying groans of their defeated..."  Little Oriental karate kid Nu
said.




Lorenz, a dark skinned blond/brown haired kid with a white bandana tied in
the back around his long locks, wore only a white pair of left overs from a
gi. Long muscled legs and hazel eyes and thick full lips, "We can't do
anything behind these bars."

All but three enemies left now, Trio let the last of the Thoros warriors
fall into a heap, one of many piles around them. They did not see the many
newbie Thoros boys coming from around one pile. Moving at Trio's backs.

"Last ones?"  Sole said, as he made the sword of a slim lean dark tanned
man fall and pointed it at the guy's belly button, backing him toward a
stone wall.

"I got the last one!"  Aoi moved his spear into a similar position in the
belly of a guy that looked like Wolverine from X MEN, the MOVIE. Both
victims looked worried as the watched the points at their belly buttons.

"Oh, I wanted the last man down!"  Pare had a guy on his knees and his
sword was on an angle facing down into the guy's belly button, ready to
slice down and in.

"Okay okay, you two babies, together then?!"  Sole yelled. "On three and
don't cheat! One..."

"Please no!"  Sole's guy begged.

"Two!"

"I'll be on your sides!"  Aoi's guy begged.

"Three!"

"Let me live!"  The guy gasped as Pare's sword slid down his belly button
and arched through his lower belly to bury itself behind his penis area and
hitting pelvic bone. The guy kneeled some more...for the last
time. "Hufffhuffhufff! Ohthat smarts! Ohhh!"

As Pare stabbed, Sole jabbed his guy with the sword. The guy sucked air in
as his belly tried to move inward to avoid the sword. The guy did a good
job. His belly was all the way in. Sole unstuck him quickly and then moved
his spear point with his other hand, into the guy's same area. The guy
sucked more air in but it just came out the hole in his belly button.
"Finished, you are finished!"

"No!"  Aoi's guy gulped and tried to run but Aoi had already spearheaded
him in the guts, "NO!"

"Oh YES, definitely YES!"  Aoi got a shooting pain in his dickhead and
spurted all over. It shot out of his cloth and wet the guy's stabbed belly.

"That's warm!"  The guy slid down and Aoi held the spear up. A huge rip
tore from belly button up to chest. Aoi savagely pulled the spear out and
the guy fell in a heap of moaning pain to crumple up in an unnatural way,
pecker up and fountaining foam.


As the new Thoros boys made their moves around the piles of bodies, one of
the bodies moved. A torso reached out for the closet boy to him. "Help me,
help me," the body called, "I'm hurt."

The boy near him pulled him out, at the same time covering his mouth by
stretching out a hand to clap it shut. "You're still alive...barely..."
The boy stuck his sword into the guy's belly button, the upper part of the
body stretched as his lower part was stuck in a tangle of bodies of the
dead Thoros. The Thoros getting it in the gut made his eyes grow wide. His
muffled gasps beneath the rosy cheeked kid's hand made them both hot. "Shh,
shh, don't give us away and...by the way...die."  He unstuck the guy and
the torso, stretched still, dipped down as the guy expired with a slight
huff. The Thoros newbie grabbed his own dick as he saw the dying one drip
cum from the pile of bodies. Then they both spurted, a spray came out of
the pile of legs and upper body muscles.

As Trio finished off their opponents as well as their own jerking dicks by
shooting a thick load of jet cum, the newbie Thoros boys, former trainees
came from the piles and circled.

"They are barely legal age for fightin'...."  Beni said serious faced.

"Same age as Trio," Jolo said.

One of the boys whispered to another, "We have them on the take. Surprised
them."

A blond: "Hey yeah, we're be remembered for this for years to cum."

"Cum."  A bigger one, muscle necked bald one said, "I'm gonna cum on the
chink a dink, I like im' best of all three!"  All the boys were smiling.

The boys were all around now and very close to the three friends. Swords,
spears, tridents, and knives were pulled out and cautiously the smiling
Thoros boys, eager to prove their worth for the first time, moved in for
the kill.

"All my new boys..so eager.. all daring..."  Nolo sat back down,
happy. "All about to fake out the Trio. "I and they think they got the
3.. cocky pups...be great to watch em in my employ...for future games and
duty."

"They got the drop on Trio, fooled them," Jolo laughed, "And to think...all
of 'em just turned "legal age" just today."

Beni smiled, "Same age I was when...hey!"




Just as weapons were raised and poised at the backs of Trio...who were
dropping the last of the bodies...Trio turn! Trio weapons found the bellies
of the boys closest to them. The big one who wanted to cum on Aoi was
stabbed in the gut hole by him. Aoi smiled, "Cum on me, willya? Aha, hah
hah, this chink a dink is leaving his mark on you!"  Aoi stabbed and
twisted. The big guy gasped and cam out of his loin cloth.

"I...I...ahhh, loved you...wanted to give you the death you deserve..."

"Instead I give to you all you're worth...well at least you got to cum on
me," Aoi said, looking down at his soaked belly. Drips found Aoi's pleasant
button.

At the same time, Pare quickly stabbed the rosy facedkid near him and saw
some guts on the kid's own sword, "At least before you died, newbie, that
you got to feel that blade in someone's gut...what one of the dead on the
piles?"

"He..."  The kid winced, "Wasn't...." blink, blink, look down at his own
decimated belly gore hole, "Dead!"

"He is now!"  Pare smiled and raised his eyebrows in mock pity, "And you
join him, red cheeks!"

The kid backed up and Pare followed, stabbing, "OWWWWHOHHH!"  The kid's
upper body stretched back as if it were doing a dance from the MANIAC
FLASHDANCE video.

"Wish I had more time for this for you. You're cute!"  Pare pulled out and
immediately caught the belly of another and pulled out and did it all over
again. Aoi released his big fan from the sword and used his sword to kill
another and his spear was already in two younger boys, both moaning to get
off of it.

Nolo stood up, "Damn them! Damn, damn, damn! Fuck!"  Inadvertently, Nolo
stroked his own dick, putting his hand down his loin cloth, whisking
knuckles against bare soft smooth hairless skin on his underbelly. DABBLE
DABBLE DABBLE. Pre cum. Stroke. "Fuckin kill those three belly buttons!!!!"
Nolo was screaming now, "I just got them new boys new thongs! Brand new
thongs!"

The Thoros newbies realize what is happening. Trio has already killed and
poked the belly buttons of 25 of them when about 30 others turn and
run. "Oh no, not that easy," Pare said. Sole ran and jumped up as he held
his spear. He flew through the air to land infront of a large group of the
cowards.

"We outnumber him kill him!"

Nolo yelled, "Yeah, kill him! Kill the blond one! He's...kill him!"

Bodies were falling, flying, and thriving in pain. A kid threw his head
back as Sole's spear found its way out his back. "Ahhh, I knew it'd
li...ike...id' feel ike this...this...FINE! FUCKIN A FINE!"




Sole flicked two bodies off his spear, belly button meat flying from them
and his point. Pare jabbed knife and sword into two others.  A third one
tried to run but Pare grabbed his wrist and pulled the kid toward him. He
held out his knife and jabbed it into the kid, let go of the kid with the
same hand that held his sword and drove his sword in too. Sole jabbed three
cowards who tried to hide on the pile. "There ya are!"  Sole smiled,
laughed, and drove his spear into the meat beneath. "GOTCHA!"

The three moaned and guffawed.

"Please, don't... da...kill me, don't, I beg thee!"  This one was in front
of Pare's sword, "Hey, you can't kill me, I'm a famous movie actor, Ryan
Phillipe."  He was much taller than Pare but his Adam's Apple was rising
and falling as if he were very afraid. Which he was.

"Oh that's odd I think I remember some of your movies!"  Pare said, excited
about remembering anything from the past, for this land makes one's
memories seem distant until the memory is all but gone. "You're hot!"

"You can't kill me," Ryan said, his weapons ready to strike Pare, as if
Pare couldn't see, "I don't die in my movies...."

Pare nodded, feigning confusion, "Wait, yeah, you do. I saw one called..."

"Way of the Gun, I died in that one," Ryan said, his hard flat belly
quivering with fear. Sweat dripped down his face, shoulders, dripping off
his chin, onto his semi hairy chest.

"Well," Pare shifted his sword right into Ryan's nice belly button
outtie/innie, twisting, "This land has no guns but here's my way ..a way of
the sword! DIE!"  Pare giggled as Ryan fell, his eyes shut and never
opening.

Aoi strode on top two dead Thoros trainees and rubbed his own belly button,
"Yeah, baby. Nolo, baby, ain't ya feeling a bit bad now. All those brand
new thongs you bought for your new boys...all spoiled and runin with cum
and red stuff."

Nolo moved closer. Yule just grabbed his leg, "Don't let im bait you."

Nolo kicked Yule away, "Get off me!"

Aoi pointed, "Hey, leave him alone."  Yule smiled.

Nolo was red faced and tense, seemingly ready to jump down into the arena
himself, "YOU! You kilt all my brand new boys!"

Aoi shrugged and did a little dance, "Not all by myself. And look, some of
them are still alive..."

Sole and Pare drove knife, spear and sword into the remaining boys. "OWFF!"

"OW!"

"Hey that's gooooodaughuhfff!"

"NOOOO!"


"Traitor!"

Pare shrugged, "What's he talking about? Traitor to whom?"

Aoi made a fake pity face, "Oh, my, oh dear, oh gosh. You're right, they're
all dead now."

A few more moans and Thoros newbies got stuck in their pliable guts.

"Or maybe not," Aoi laughed.

Sole shook his spear free of a newbie's smooth belly, curved and rounded,
"Aoi, get them out!"

"Oh that again," Aoi ran to the cells and slammed a sword against the lock
of the first one. He ran to another and another. Bodies were slowly
stopping their struggle of hang onto life and motion. All around the
movements began to stop...

Bazian looked at his open cell door, "It's open! I guess we should..."

Percival gulped, "But last time we were all almost kilt...I don't think..."

Shivering bodies of Thoros boys stopped in death. A few hugged each other
as they died. Feeling each other's warm bodies lose spirit. Jerking to
rawness. Feeling each other's insides at their stomachs as belly to belly
they met. Rubbed intestines together, usually literally. The piles got
bigger.

Nolo yelled, "There's no one in here to stop them! Arrow boys, shoot!
Shoot! Shoot!"



Sole flung his spear and it hit the American Native arrow boy in the
gut. Pare grabbed fallen swords and kept on flinging them up and up. Soon
he spiraled around and around. Boys by the dozens were on the special
stands...but some not for long. Their bellies were pierced by the points of
spears, swords, tridents, and knives. Some, astounded that Sole and Pare
could throw that far and for that long, just looked down at their betrayed
bellies, seeing something sticking out of it. As they breathed for life, to
hold onto life, the shafts, the knife hilts, the long wooden poles, and
other weapons, heaved to and fro as though they were a part of the boys'
own body. Belly. Like a dick out of control from its master brain...the
spears wavered and soon were joined by other spears.. Of flesh. Penises
that grew from the seemingly unending pain in the navel. Jutted up to
parallel the spears, knives, and swords. Sometimes on a vertical parallel
and sometimes on a horizontal one. One kid had his dick sticking straight
up and he dripped and dripped the spear in him and tried to take it out by
pulling it long ways upward. His dick shot all over his straining
wrists. Many arrow boys and spear guards fell off their platforms to land
on the piles. Some died fast but others lingered. The ones on the piles
took longer to die, their dicks hard and heavy against the soft mass of
already dead and dying flesh. A rain of spears, swords, and knives soon
stopped and with it the dying sounds of the last of spear boys and archer
kids. A redhead gripped his arms around a black kid, who gripped him
tightly. The two knives in each of their respective bellies hit against
their soft hairless skin on their upper and lower bellies, driving the
steel silver blades in more and more. They jerked and jutted hips together
and this made the points do more damage and cause in turn for the dicks
they sprang up between them to get harder and harder and rawer and rawer
until they just sprayed a fountain of misspent youth between them to cover
their chins with dripping chunks of life force!

"Damn! Now everyone of those brand new thongs is ruined!"  Nolo yelled.

Opening more chains with the hits of his swords, Aoi turned and stuck his
finger in his rounded but big shallow belly button. Sole yelled, "Aoi, stop
taunting Nolo and get the other gladiator boys out!"  Sole stabbed a kid on
the ground, hitting him in the bare lower back and letting it jut out his
navel, wrapped in intestine gift wrapping. Pare similarly found some living
warriors and killed them.

Aoi was finished with the chains and locks but as he ran to the last cell,
he realized it was Ivo's---the clone Thoros who was somewhat smarter than
the others and very quick. He opened it without hesitating but wanted to
kill Ivo, for Aoi was sure it was Ivo who betrayed them at the last escape
attempt.

Then Aoi heard Bazian scream, "Aoi! Help! Beni and Jolo! They're going to
kill us! HELP!!!"

Beni and Jolo's huge forms moved toward Bazian, Percival, and Evan!!!!  The
big guys' hands gripped their swords!!!! Aoi heard them scream---Beni and
Jolo screaming victory shouts and the friends of Trio
screaming....because....  !

TO BE CONTINUED...



 EXTRAS: EXTRA SCENES, ALTERED SCENES, DELETED SCENES...



"These boys are eager.."  Sole whispered as he finished off some more
guards in the arena.

"First mission.. barely legal age for figthin'..," Aoi said, quietly. He
jabbed a spear through a thick Thoros.

"Gawk!"  The guy fell.

"Let's have a little fun," Pare stabbed a sword into a warrior and let him
fall off the sword before waving it. Another came at him but he ducked past
and pushed him toward the newbies, acting unaware they were there.

"Get off," A newbie redhead stabbed a trident into the gut hole of the
warrior and angrily flung him off it, the bigger guy holding his guts
in. Thump. Squishing guts on the ground beneath big lug.

Bazian yelled, "There's so many of them!"

"And Trio's tired!"  Evan gasped. "What do we do?"

"They can't hear us over the din created by the men watching!"  Percival
yelled.

Trio act fooled



then at the last second.. and slaughter all the new boys..

and all of 'em just turned "legal age" that day.... a few try to
escape... but Pare and Sole ambush 'em.. and finish 'em..

 Nolo gets all pissed off when he sees all his brand new boys are dead..

: not one of 'em alive..the few that try to flee.. 2 of the Trio catch and
kill.. Aoi taunts Nolo...

: good!!! all Nolo's new boys..so eager.. all daring... all trying to fake
out the Trio.. they think they got the 3.. cocky..last second..the Trio
just turns around..grin.. and kill 'em all..

 and the cool thing is.. the boys realize it.. some flee..and it only takes
2 of thre Trio to catch 'em and kill about 30 cowards..and Aoi can stay
behind and taunt Nolo...

 as they kill the last boy...Aoi just rubs it in to Nolo...bodies all
over..

Jolo gulped, "All of them. All of them just turned legal age today..."

"Nolos' also pissed off because he just got those boys brand new thongs,"
Beni tells Jolo. Jolo laughed.



"Now lookatthat! Every damned one of those new thongs is ruined!!!!"  Nolo
stood up again angry, his dick at attention beneath thin loin cloth. And
wet.



"Huh?"  Pare turned, one eyebrow up. He pulled his cloth back over his
privates. "Sole!"

Sole turned and gasped, "There's too many."

Aoi turned, meat on his spear, "We'll go down with them then!"

"They are barely legal age for figthin'...."  Pare laughed.

One brave one called out and lifted up his chin, "We're the same age as
you!"

Another: "We have them on the take. Surprised them."

A blond: "Hey yeah, we're be remembered for this for years to cum."

"Cum!"  A bigger one, muscle necked bald one said, "I'm gonna cum on the
chink a dink, I like im' best of all three!"  All the boys were smiling.

The boys were all around now and very close to the three friends. Swords,
spears, tridents, and knives were pulled out and cautiously the smiling
Thoros boys, eagar to prove their worth for the first time, moved in for
the kill.

Sole gulped, "We might as well put our weapons down now...too tired..."

"Me too," Aoi puffed, "I can't hold up my sword any more."

"I'm spent, too," Pare puffed out.



"They got the drop on Trio, fooled them," Jolo laughed, "And to think...all
of 'em just turned "legal age" just today."

. a few try to escape... but Pare and Sole ambush 'em.. and finish 'em..



"These boys are eager.."  Sole whispered as he finished off some more
guards in the arena.

"First mission.. barely legal age for figthin'..," Aoi said, quietly. He
jabbed a spear through a thick Thoros.

"Gawk!"  The guy fell.

"Let's have a little fun," Pare stabbed a sword into a warrior and let him
fall off the sword before waving it. Another came at him but he ducked past
and pushed him toward the newbies, acting unaware they were there.

"Get off," A newbie redhead stabbed a trident into the gut hole of the
warrior and angrily flung him off it, the bigger guy holding his guts
in. Thump. Squishing guts on the ground beneath big lug.

Bazian yelled, "There's so many of them!"

"And Trio's tired!"  Evan gasped. "What do we do?"

"They can't hear us over the din created by the men watching!"  Percival
yelled.

Trio act fooled



then at the last second.. and slaughter all the new boys..

and all of 'em just turned "legal age" that day.... a few try to
escape... but Pare and Sole ambush 'em.. and finish 'em..

 Nolo gets all pissed off when he sees all his brand new boys are dead..

: not one of 'em alive..the few that try to flee.. 2 of the Trio catch and
kill.. Aoi taunts Nolo...

: good!!! all Nolo's new boys..so eager.. all daring... all trying to fake
out the Trio.. they think they got the 3.. cocky..last second..the Trio
just turns around..grin.. and kill 'em all..

 and the cool thing is.. the boys realize it.. some flee..and it only takes
2 of thre Trio to catch 'em and kill about 30 cowards..and Aoi can stay
behind and taunt Nolo...

 as they kill the last boy...Aoi just rubs it in to Nolo...bodies all
over..

Jolo gulped, "All of them. All of them just turned legal age today..."

"Nolos' also pissed off because he just got those boys brand new thongs,"
Beni tells Jolo. Jolo laughed.



"Now lookatthat! Every damned one of those new thongs is ruined!!!!"  Nolo
stood up again angry, his dick at attention beneath thin loin cloth. And
wet.



"Huh?"  Pare turned, one eyebrow up. He pulled his cloth back over his
privates. "Sole!"

Sole turned and gasped, "There's too many."

Aoi turned, meat on his spear, "We'll go down with them then!"

"They are barely legal age for figthin'...."  Pare laughed.

One brave one called out and lifted up his chin, "We're the same age as
you!"

Another: "We have them on the take. Surprised them."

A blond: "Hey yeah, we're be remembered for this for years to cum."

"Cum!"  A bigger one, muscle necked bald one said, "I'm gonna cum on the
chink a dink, I like im' best of all three!"  All the boys were smiling.

The boys were all around now and very close to the three friends. Swords,
spears, tridents, and knives were pulled out and cautiously the smiling
Thoros boys, eagar to prove their worth for the first time, moved in for
the kill.

Sole gulped, "We might as well put our weapons down now...too tired..."

"Me too," Aoi puffed, "I can't hold up my sword any more."

"I'm spent, too," Pare puffed out.



"They got the drop on Trio, fooled them," Jolo laughed, "And to think...all
of 'em just turned "legal age" just today."

. a few try to escape... but Pare and Sole ambush 'em.. and finish 'em..