Date: Fri, 13 Jun 2008 16:27:00 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO 42

"More! More arrowboys, more spearboys! I want them dead!"  Nolo yelled.

Yule squinted up, "If you want them dead, how will they kill Trio?"

"Not my boys! I want Trio dead!"  Nolo screamed at him, spit coming out. It
didn't look bad on the blond Nolo since he was exceedingly handsome to
begin with. His veins stood out on his neck and his skinny chest, "Main
Master!!!!"

"Yes, sire?"  The big Arn was shivering with fear. Yule laughed at that. A
big muscle guy like this Arnold shivering at the scrawny Nolo.

"Get reinforcements!"

"But sir, they are fighting the horde outside," Arn gulped.

Nolo took a sword from Arn's belt, copping a feel with his pinkie into
Arn's very large belly button, but then Nolo put the sword point at Arn's
navel, "I don't care! They can take care of them without half of them out
there! Pull them in! I want them to kill Trio now! NOW!"  Arn took the
sword hilt and felt the tingle in his button as the move from Nolo's hand
to his hand exchanged. It gave him a raging hard on quickly. He ran--or
tried to---with this hard on hanging about.



"Aoi, there are more of them! We need you!"  Sole called.

Aoi hesitated from opening the cells. He just opened Ivo's, the supposed
traitor. "Later Ivo!"

"Yeah go and get yourself killed," Ivo laughed, "I'll just stay here. But I
didn't betray you!"

"Tell it to someone who cares!"  Aoi ran.

Outside, Simon was putting his sword into a chunky belly, swiveled it and
unstuck the fat guy, who fell with a thud, holding his meat. Simon had his
other sword, the golden one, in a big muscled Thoros baldy and he unstuck
that guy too. The sounds of battle were filling the air louder and
louder. Mostly of guys' dying groans and moans, littered with the sounds of
clanging weapons. Once a clang stopped it was replaced with a shocked cry
of a losing fighter.




Arn called from the rooftop wall embankment, "Sound the horn!"  A young boy
on the roof top, with a red thin vine around his head and leather strings
on his arms, sounded the horn twice.

Vier heard it as he took his knife out of a boy who came up close to him,
"Half of us, inside! We are needed."  He watched the boy fall and laughed.
"Inside, half of us, left flank, you're all over them. They're dead so
finish them off and get in with me! Can you hear me! Retreat in now, left
flank, right center and...OFFFFFFFFFFOHHFFFFFFAHHHEHHHEHEEHEEE!"  Vier spun
a bit as an arrow shafted into his belly button, decimating the half innie,
half outtie. Vier dropped his sword and gripped the arrow in his navel.
"It won't be a fast death..."

Just as he said this, the blond kid (from number 38) who stabbed for fun,
came up to Vier and stabbed him just above the arrow. The kid grabbed the
arrow and shoved while also shoving in his very thin sword. He pulled his
sword out and Vier, full of pain, grimacing, and wincing, slowly fell.

Arn saw Vier go down, pony tail blowing in the hot wind. He smiled, "Way to
die, Vier."

The horn boy looked at him, "He's one of ours."

"I guess," Arn said, dumbly. "Go and open the doors."

"Not my job, you do it," the horn boy said.

"Cocky little ass."  Arn snarled, "I oughta finish you myself."

"Naw, you won't. You need me to blow this horn."

"You are a little shit. I like that."  He smiled and then turned to look
down the inside walls of the fortress, "You and you and you, get those
doors open for the troops to come back in and back us up."  Arn directed
several of these muscle men to the doors to allow the troops back inside.

Outside, with his left hand, Vier sunk his hands into his small waist and
with his other hand, he pulled the arrow out a bit but not fully, "Oh that
burns! Yeah good man...good...ohhoohh!"  He fell to his face.

The kid who felled Vier, smiled, "Did you see that? Did you see that? I got
him! I got him real good!"




Java, that blond quick kid in yellow tights, put his gladius knife into
this blond kid's belly button, "Yeah and I got you! Got you real good! Did
you see that?"  The kid looked at Java, shocked. Eyes popping. Adam's Apple
going up and down. He looked down, wet his mouth with his tongue, opening
and closing his mouth. His head lopped down a bit. He saw the knife blade,
a long metal one, deep in his swirly button. The lip of his lower button
looked like it hung more than usual. Java cut it down more and made like
the knife in the kid was a lever. Java raised his eyebrows, "Didcha?"  He
mocked. "Die like a little lost boy! Die in pain!"  The kid sunk down and
arched as he did. Java unstabbed the belly and some intestine unraveled out
of the button. Java just cut it off, and looked up as the kid's fountain of
white combed his thin but muscled leg, "Oh man, I like this job too
much. Way too much!"  He moved on and fought another kid, killing the kid
as the kid rushed at him. Java felt his hand into the kid's belly as he
ravage the kid's belly button and deeper behind it. "Solid navel you got
there!"

The kid smiled as he gulped and knew he was dead, "Not any more! OHHHHH!"

"It was a good one," Java laughed as the kid fell.

Casm was too busy creating a path amid Nolo's men by carving their sides
and bellies up to notice that Johnno had taken an arrow in his freckled
belly. Johnno had sunk to the ground and was actually being left alone by
everyone. But he was in great pain. His dick unraveled out of his loin
cloth of stringy brown leather straps. It combed up to his belly where the
shaft was embedded. His navel was gone. Something he had experienced many
times before. He knew it. He liked the feel of it. But he always knew Casm
would revive him, heal him, even resurrect him. This time, he was not sure
that would be happening since his Oriental lover was busy killing like an
efficient machine. Casm was fast and probably killed more soldiers than
even Simon. Yet when Casm had to kill, something he thought he had given up
for good, a trance like state washed over him. He was oblivious to all
else, usually.

Simon kneed a great big guy with a rounded belly and bony hips. When the
guy hunched over, Simon jabbed his sword up the guy's belly button and
watched it quickly jut out the guy's lower back and Simon moved it to go up
the vee back as he cut it out. He pulled it out and the guy fell. Simon had
also speared another guy on his other sword. He flung him off and turned to
chop out the bellies of three guys at once with an arching swing. A very
skinny, tall guy with red/blond/black hair felt for his belly button and
found only a stalk inside. He yelped and fell along side his two friends
who twisted their bodies to bear the pain they were feeling. They fell as a
pair and cum spurting.

Johnno laid back, presumably to die. The pain in his navel that permeated
his belly to back was so intense and so good to him, he wanted to last
longer. He tried to pull the arrow out more but then he decided that pain
was not as good as the other pain of shoving it back down into himself. He
started to do that but groaned in pain. He passed out for what he knew
would be the last time.

Around him, bare bodies, semi bare bodies, exotic boys, musclemen who moved
too slowly for thin boys' swords, and other types raged in masculine
testosterone induced battle. Blades vanished into thick and thin belly
alike. Muscles resisted a bit longer as spears found their mark--that scar
known as the belly button. Yet no flesh could resist a well handled weapon
to the gut hole. The sounds were a turn on for some but their blood
engorged penises made it difficult for them to fight as well as those who
were not. Many were turned on. Few weren't. Casm kept to his business of
killing and was one of the few who were not. The troops that were not
retreating, were getting gutted by Casm and Simon as well as others but
clearly they were still outnumbered.

Several things were going on at once.




Tarn had his foot on the bare and muscled back of a 19 year old on the
ground, stomach down impaled on a spike under him. The kid jerked up,
arched his back. He was very big. Holding smaller boy with his arm around
the kid's bony shoulders, Tarn put his foot on the back and smiled. He let
go and the 19 year old jerked and tried to pick himself up, arms
outstretched. He fell a bit and tried to hold himself up from landing on
the spike. Snorting in glee, Tarn went to the corner and the thing in the
corner was a boy with yellow eyes, hard tits, a totally bare body in a
purple cloak.  "What the hell's going on up there now?"

Hivac, the unnatural boy, stared at him and Tarn had not seen such a look
of worry on him before. The boy actually frowed his brow. "Something's
wrong. My power and my brother's power is not able to stop Trio."

Tarn stabbed a kid at his side who he held in a big arm and gutted down to
the kid's stomach from the chest and angrily let the kid flop to the ground
without so much as a sound. "What?! How is that possible?"

"They are getting help..magical help!"

"That little traitor, the Seer...and that other piece of magical
trash...the one called, what was he called?"

"Wiz!"

"That's him!"  Tarn watched the 19 year old crawling toward the stone steps
in the torture chamber, passing a few struggling to live bodies on the
way. Tarn went over to the 19 year old and stepped down hard on the
back. Then he used both feet, standing on the kid's back. The kid's stomach
met the ground and the spike met air through his back. He jerked and his
body, strong, almost through Tarn off but his squashing dick met the ground
in a wet fiasco. Tarn took one foot off and turned to Hivac, "I want you to
stop them!"

Hivac's body seemed to throb from the death around him. "I will!"  He
vanished in a puff.

Floating over the arena was a figure that looked just like Hivac but even
more demonic. Demnos.  The red pupil-ed bare boy, who wore a scarlet red
cloak with black interior with yellow hood down. His scarlet hair was
longer now and he wore only some pointed red boots. The wind whipped
through his cape. He smiled. "Such glorious death...Trio is a trio after my
own heart...if I had one...."

Above the arena a fresh group of arrow boys shot a volley of arrows at Trio
but the three were using their weapons to block all arrows. Many arrows
found their way into gladiators who were trying to kill Trio. Jerking
bodies heaved, hands around shafts attached to points that were buried well
into flesh. Gagging sounds, dying sounds so numerous they couldn't be
distinguished one from another.

A few of Trio's gladiator allies came out of their open cells but arrows
found their belly button targets and the boys were thrown to the ground by
the impact. There, they enjoyed their final agonizing moments spitting fire
from their dickheads as they slowly, every so slowly, died.


Bazian yelled, "Aoi! Pare! Sole! Help me! Help us! Aieee!"

Aoi gripped his sword, put another sword in his waist band. He bent and
grabbed a long spear and flung it upward. It drilled the bellies of a
firing arrow boy, a hiding arrow boy who was directly behind the first
one---as he ran out of arrows, and a guy with a spear who was coming to
toss that down at Pare. The three stuck on the spear, a thinner spear than
usual, tried to move in separate directions. This didn't work for them but
it gave them quite a sensation in their rapidly expanding belly pain. Not
one of the three knew what to do but as they were panicked at first, now,
after more than 30 seconds of belly pain from movement, they decided they
liked it and moved as one toward the edge of the wall. Finally operating as
one entity, they tipped themselves purposefully over. The spear end hit the
ground and plunged the majority of the spear through them. They kicked and
gasped and gave out sounds of joy. Oh, yeah, and their dicks saturated
themselves as they did so. The end buried in the sand left them doing this
tipped up. But finally it fell and their bellies ripped every which
way. Two were still moving but it was difficult to determine which two.

Aoi left Sole and Pare to finish up the other spear boys and arrow boys
from the walls. Many gave up and tried to run but deflected arrows found
their flesh. Aoi ran toward the cell that housed Bazian, Percival, and
Evan, among other closer friends of Trio. Beni and Jolo were advancing on
the boys, trying to find a way to the door, out and away from Trio. Aoi
jumped into the cell where Beni and Jolo were moving at the others,
including Bazian, Percival, and Evan. It seemed the two were going to
finish as many of the boys as they could in their attempt to get to the
inner door which lead into the halls...a way away from Trio. Three
gladiator boys were infront of Aoi, already having had their bellies cut
out by the two. One was arching ceilingward, on his back; another was on
his belly, squishing it to the ground to try to keep it all in and maybe to
stop the pain; and the other was on his side, looking at Aoi with love and
with a call of mercy in his eyes--a call Aoi couldn't answer. The best he
could do was give him one last understanding stare--he couldn't even take
the time to finish him off but as Aoi noted, the kid was finishing himself
off by fisting his penis to a froth. Which spat and jumped eventually. Aoi
looked at Beni and Jolo, whom he suspected he couldn't take on
together...probably. But he wouldn't let them kill Bazian nor Evan and
Percival.  He whipped the sword out of his loin cloth and with both swords
held apart, he ran, jumped over the kid whose intestines hung out his belly
as he jerked to his end and Aoi couldn't tell if the squishing sounds were
the cum or the intestines of both, but Aoi jumped,flinging his body so that
both feet would make impact with the two killers: Beni with his left foot
and Jolo with his right foot. Beni's sword, making a move at Bazian's
belly, moved higher as Beni was thrown forward. The point raised and went
through the back of the wall just inches from Bazian's head. He gulped and
looked at it. Beni and Jolo found themselves on the ground, gladiator boys
running from the wall to the outer arena. Bazian yelled, "Everyone get
out!"






Sole watched as arrow boys and spear boys fell from the walls, a few not
falling were just leaning over the wall, a deflected arrow in each
belly. One or two had the arrows scraping against the wall under their
belly, facing down as their upper torso leaned over the edge. The rubbing
made it very very erotic. As the arrow sunk in, the dickheads popped out
FAST and FURIOUS. Then the feeling of the arrow sticking around in there as
they tried to breath made them pre cum just as fast but then they came as
they died...in tandem. Cumming even after they died and some as they
died. Some at the same time.

Aoi recovered and watched as allies ran in the halls outside. They made
moves to open the cell door and weren't too far from doing it. He couldn't
watch too long for he knew he's have other problems as Beni and Jolo stood
up. But then they both did something Aoi didn't think they would do: they
fled out the open door back into the arena. Aoi shrugged and raised his
eyebrows and followed as the allies got the doors open. He raced to follow
Beni and Jolo outside.

Outside but in the arena, someone blocked his way: Ivo. Bazian was behind
them both, his back flat against the wall, "OhmyGod, ohmyGod, ohmiGod! The
arena! I'm in the arena! OhmyGod! Oh my God!"

"Cute isn't he?"  Ivo said to Aoi, "He's gonna die."

"You gonna kill him?"

"No, but hey look at the redhead? Is he gladiator material?"  Ivo
asked. The guards and warriors from outside that were called back in,
filled the arena. Sole and Pare turned to fight them and found Beni and
Jolo there between them.

Sole looked at Beni with a glint in his eyes, "Beni! It's you and me!"

Beni looked from side to side. Gladiator boys spilled from cells. Warriors
of Nolo's were coming from another hall entrance. They were on his side. He
thought. Beni looked afraid of Sole but then he shrugged and turned to
Nolo, moving closer, "C'mon cute blond white boy! Let's get it on!"

Sole moved at him, "The only thing we gettin on is your belly hoisted upon
my sword!"

As Ivo turned to Bazian, "Just look at him, Aoi...just look..."  Bazian was
weaponless and backed against the wall, not really even seeing Ivo until
the last moment. "Maybe I will put him out of his fear anyway..."

"NOOOOO!"  Evan came running, jumping off Ibath's shoulders where he was
perched.

Ibath yelled, "Evan! No!"  Percival was behind Ibath. Pare moved past them,
luring Jolo to the wall too.

Aoi looked, and yelled, "Evan get out of the way!"

Ivo turned and saw Evan running at him. Ivo jumped out of the way and Evan
ran past him to hit the wall next to Bazian. Bazian steadied Evan who was
hit but hurt only a bit. "You saved me!"


Evan turned, and touched his split lip, "Yeah....Ughhh!"  Evan saw Ivo's
sword in his gut hole.  Then he was lifted off his feet by the thrust. It
wasn't intentional that he was lifted but he was.

"Oh YES!"  Ivo took great joy in turning Evan on his sword, away from the
wall to hoist him up on it.

Infront of Aoi, Evan dangled. Aoi was just seconds too late. "Damn! Evan!
Damn!"

Evan looked at Ivo and shut his eyes as he was in the air. Evan opened his
eyes and looked at Aoi, "It's allright...just...just get him!"

Aoi ran at Ivo but Ivo flung Evan off his sword which was up in the
air. Evan fell on Aoi. Bazian, who saw Sole run through a warrior of Nolo's
that got between Sole and Beni, was afraid. A body fell infront of him as
he ran for the fallen sword of that warrior. Sole and Beni moved off in
their battle. Pare jabbed a spear into another warrior as he faced down
Jolo.

Evan was ontop of Aoi, who didn't know what to do to save him. Evan said,
"It ain't so bad, this dying, Aoi."

Aoi smiled, "I know, I've tried it a few times. Goodbye, you are a brave
soul."  Evan kissed Aoi deeply. Aoi felt his life breath and then felt it
ease up and then stop altogether. The kid's dick was pressed hard against
Aoi's bare belly. It felt good there.

Another body slumped infront of Bazian, sending him sprawling against the
wall again in fear. He gulped as he saw Aoi gently move Evan's body off
him. Aoi looked at Bazian. "Follow me."

Bazian nodded, swallowed his fear and ran out to grab the sword again. He
grabbed it and this time, he would not drop it. "Evan."

"For Evan," Aoi said, moving Evan's body to the wall, away from the main
fighting.




Gladiator boys were engaging warrior boys. Men vs men. Boys fighting
boys. Flesh to flesh. Metal to flesh. Flesh to metal. Backs to walls. Stuck
belly buttons all over the place. Private battles, individual to
individual. But also three on one, one on three, two to one. Brave kid
fighting two guys, sticks one and thinks he is great. The one he stuck
falls. The next one, he can take. He fights, meeting sword with sword. He
is about to stab this kid in the belly button, anticipating the meat his
sword will feel through. His dick hard and ready for victory. He smiles,
ready for the second he will stick it in, any moment now. Suddenly, another
guy is there and fresh to the fight. A searing pain juts into the bare,
smooth side. It comes out. Not fatal but painful enough. He falls back. He
is trying to get up off the arena floor, his muscly stomach rippled when
the new guy comes and stands over him and without hesitation drives the
sword point right into his belly button and into the ground. The kid
doesn't move at first. Then he OYAAYYS and srunches up, head off the
ground, legs bent at the knees. The kid takes the sword out and moves
on. The first one, the weaker one, drives his sword in too now. The cocky
guy on the ground arches backward now but has enough drive to get some
fallen spear off the ground near him and drive it up into the kid killing
him. Poking in and poking through.

Bazian turned from Evan's body, "I...I don't think I can."

"Come on!"  Aoi grabbed Bazian's arm, "And stay close behind me!"

Bazian nodded, "Okay, for Evan."  Before following Aoi, Bazian rubbed
Evan's cheek. "I'm sorry. I'm such a coward."

"COME ON!"  Aoi yelled.

Bazian snapped into play and ran up to Aoi's back. Aoi was slicing the
belly open on a guard. He saw Ivo climbing up a pile of bodies, trying to
reach the walls and get up to the stands. Aoi saw guards coming into the
arena and he began cutting up their bellies, one after the other, as they
ran at him. Bazian was behind Aoi holding a sword and now he also grabbed
up a spear from a falling spearboy, "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God. Ohhhh
my God!"  Behind him, a large muscleboy hit Bazian's sword with his
own. "Oh my God, Oh my God oh my God!"  Bazian's sword fell and the
muscleboy smiled...just before Aoi turned and stabbed the muscleboy in his
bumpy belly. The boy's eyes went half mast and Aoi pulled out to tend to
the belly buttons of other warriors who pitted themselves against him. Yet
he and Bazian moved off, Bazian shocked as the muscle boy, stabbed right
infront of him by Aoi, closed his eyes and slumped slowly to the ground.

"Up this way and stop saying Oh my God!"  Aoi yelled as he moved up the
pile of bodies. Ivo was ahead, but he turned to see this and tried to grab
other weapons that stuck out of the pile...some tight in hands of the dead
and dying, some still plunged in bellies...and Ivo, using these swords,
knives, and spears flung them at Aoi and Bazian. Aoi called, "Ivo, when I
get to you, you're gonna die!"

"Maybe maybe not, but I'm stronger than you both!"

"Then why are you running?"

"To get to my king."

"So you did betray us?"

"No!"  Ivo said, "I'm no snitch. It was two others...Ibath...and Percival!"

"I don't believe you!"  Bazian yelled.

"Look redhead, you're moments from death, so just don't strain those lovely
locks of yours..."

"And you're the last Thoros alive here, know that?"  Aoi yelled, "Just
stand still...so I can get to you."




"Oh no, I think I'm not..."  Ivo smiled, "...dumb."

Sole was fighting Beni. "This is it, Beni."

"For you!"  Beni moved at him and got in close. Sole grabbed Beni's upper
arms on both sides and pulled. Sole pulled Beni but Beni was bigger and
heavier, so he got Sole back and pulled to get on his back. Sole was on top
of Beni.

"Bad move, Beni!"  Sole said.

Sole's sword was shaken from his hand by Beni's strength. Beni pulled his
hand free of Sole's and he used his sword to move at Sole. Sole grabbed the
wrist, instead of moving aside, and took Beni's wrist and turned the sword
toward Beni's ample and tight rippled belly. "Oh no you don't!"  Beni
pushed up and threw Sole off him but Sole hung onto the wrist which he
regained. Now they were upright on their feet. Beni pulled a knife from his
waist and plunged at Sole's side. Sole moved aside but still in control of
Beni's wrist he dipped the sword point into Beni's navel. "OAAAAAAA!"

"That's not over yet!"  Sole grabbed Beni's wrists as Beni let go of his
sword. Sole took Beni's sword but let go of it and put the hilt against his
own chest and his feet on top of Beni's feet. He pushed and rolled at Beni
so that the sword dove into Beni's stomach. "How's that feel when it's at
home in your belly button's track?"  Sole pushed himself at Beni, the sword
hilt dropping to his own button. Beni still had the knife but Sole's hand
grabbed it from Beni's and made it fall. Sole pushed, "Belly to belly, mine
is gettin yours!"

"No, kid, no. I wasn't gonna do you in. I think...I think I love you!"

"Love me? Yeah maybe!"  Sole pushed his whole weight against Beni and they
rolled onto the ground fully, Sole let his body fall into the hilt and the
point drove into Beni's muscled form. Beni gasped and arched.

Pare was fighting Jolo and yet he saw something strange. Ibath was grabbing
Percival and holding his shoulders but the smaller one was wriggling out
and running away. Pare saw Ibath regrab Percival and tighten a grip around
his wrists. Bazian was yelling something to him from a pile of bodies. He
was not sure what it was. Something like "Traitor. Ibath. Percival."  Did
that mean that Ibath was the traitor and was going to kill Percival?
"Jolo, look just die already. I have not time for this shit!"

Jolo looked worried. He was looking at other fighters, not sure who would
try to kill him. Pare ran his sword at Jolo but Jolo knocked it aside and
plunged. Pare sidestepped and turned sideways from Jolo's body. He then
bent his wrist and stabbed Jolo heavily in the button. Jolo gasped. Pare
twisted and twisted, "This is for Christo, you fuck!"  Pare twisted.

Then he heard Percival yelling, "No, don't kill me Ibath! You made me! You
made me!"




Jolo grabbed at his belly, then at Pare's sword. Pare shook his head and
frowned, "What a waste. You have...had such a hot body."

"And face," Jolo winced.

Pare bit his lower lip and frowned as he plunged and dipped his sword point
every which way. His penis jutted up, "Jolo I expected more!"

"I can't fight...out of practice...that's why I...I..."

"DIE!"  Pare swiveled his sword, turned his own body, so his back was to
Jolo and unstuck Jolo. Jolo fell, his guts hanging out of his bellybutton
mess.

Jolo shook his head and fell slowly. "Why...I...Iiiiiii..."

"Even in death all you can do is talk about yourself!"  Pare turned to face
him again and grabbed up a spear from the ground and shoved it into the
belly. "Percival..."  Pare left Jolo to fall to his death and turned to
Sole, who was getting off Beni's stuck body.

Beni tried to reach up to Sole who bent over and kissed him on his thick
black lips. Beni had yet another knife, a smaller one, pulled from his
waist band and as he kissed Sole back, he moved it at Sole. Sole let the
tip just nudge his button. He knew it was there, unknown to Beni. He turned
Beni's wrist and shoved. The knife went into Beni's button next to Sole's
sword, which was still in there. Sole's belly was not against the sword any
longer. Beni gave it up and arched and yelled. Sole shoved off of him and
took his sword back out. Sole turned, his long blond hair blowing in the
wind as he heard Pare call him.

"Sole! Ibath! Ibath's the traitor!"  Pare yelled.

"Ibath!"  Sole gasped. Gladiator boys fought warriors all around him. Chaos
reigned. Guys fell with things in their belly buttons. "I'm gonna kill
him. So many died because of him!"  He ran to join Pare.

Yunt moved to leave Nolo's side as Nolo ranted about this chaos
stopping. No one really could stop it. Nolo's body guards were all around
him, all big but not understanding. Nolo spied Yunt leaving and nodded to
one of his guards. The bald guard followed Yunt.




Over the arena, Demnos was enjoying all this but then he felt something
odd, "Brothers, brothers."  He flew over the walls where a string of boys
in white vests and little else were readying to jump. They held swords and
had white tight cloths tied around their bottoms like Thai kickboxers but
they were every nationality, mostly Chinese but some Thai, some blond
Swedes, some Irish, some pale white, some albino and some mulatto, and
Hawaiian. They were being armed with long white spears by Arn and the boy
with the horn. "The jumpers, this should be interesting."  Each boy was
skinny and had bony hips and a smooth build. As Arn signaled, the boys all
jumped in uniform. Jumped off the walls toward the battle below. As they
flew through the air, below, the forces of Simon and Casm held up their own
long spears. The jumpers happily flying, nailed their own bellies onto the
spears. A few got through, past the belly button death, to land on the
ground. They used their spear to level their fall and then level the belly
buttons of attackers. They were fierce fighters but outnumbered as most of
their comrades were paraded around on the tips of longer shaky spears,
pierced and hanging on the poles. A large guy named The Rock came at the
last jumper and nailed him with a huge sword to the castle wall. The Rock
smiled and laughed, "Little boys...they....oh no."  He saw the long white
spear in his big navel. His navel was so big that the white spear didn't
fill it all but the boy as he slid to the ground, clung to the spear and
shoved. He thrust his shoulders, shrugging so that the Rock got the full
spear into his button. The Rock, thinking he could take it, moved at the
kid and smiled. "Little boys...they kill me."  The Rock died against the
spear, standing. The kid stabbing him smiled but another warrior, on
Simon's side, Dimitri, shoved a spear into the kid's stomach. The Rock
remained standing, eyes open. Dimitri looked at him and patted him on the
back. The Rock slid onto the spear some more and his body fell onto the
jumper that killed him. The jumper smiled and cam into the Rock's hip area,
white slippin and slidin down tanned brown skin. Blade cut down more jumper
boys that got through.

Blade was into killing as many as he could. He found the bellies of every
jumper he could find. He cut down Thoros warriors as well as spearboys and
arrow boys, who didn't even have time to fire arrows, Blade was too
fast. He stabbed and stabbed and stabbed. "Oh this is the life! And your
death!"  He would say to several of his victims. "I can do this forever!
Feel it good-die!"

More jumpers, more spear held upright. Merely to clip belly buttons. The
horn boy looked, "Cool."

"Cool? We are losing!"

"It's your fault," the horn boy stated.

Arn frowned, "I should kill you."

"Instead, why don't you go and report your failure to Nolo," the horn boy
shrugged.

To the rear of the battle, Wiz and the Seer were chanting. They were
standing on the body of a Thoros warrior, both holding one thick spear in
the belly button of the Thoros, who was still breathing beneath their bare
feet. Hivac appeared over them. Demnos wasn't far either. Behind Wiz and
the Seer, was the Boy, unknown to all of them. The Boy, his eyes wide now,
his face emotionless but slowly growing in anger, began to walk. He walked
past Wiz and the Seer, who were chanting. They didn't see him right away
but when they did, he was too far past them for them to stop him. A path of
battles parted as the Boy walked down and into the battles. Battling guys
moved aside, not stopping their battles but the Boy had some influence over
this. He stopped. The Seer asked, "What's he doing?"

"I don't know but we have to keep doing this so that creep, your
brother...doesn't make that big snake thing or that flying witch demon grab
up Trio and company!"  Wiz yelled.




"They stop me," Demnos was almost happy. "At last, someones worthy of my
opponents. Still they need to be three in number. Hey, they are their own
Trio."

The Boy stopped and looked to his left.  He locked eyes with Johnno, who
was moments from death from the arrow shaft in his guts. The Boy looked at
Casm, Johnno's lover, who was too busy killing others from Nolo's team, to
care about Johnno. Johnno looked like he was having a good time, cumming
from his pain. He smiled at the Boy. The Boy came over to him and waved a
hand. The arrow slid out, forcefully and fast. A vacant area in Johnno's
belly made his pain even more palpable. Air rushed in and
out. "Ohhhhhhh...."

The Boy put his hand over Johnno's wound and when he removed it, the wound
was gone. Demnos turned to this with a growl. "Ohhhh no. He can
heal...strong...stronger than even Wiz and maybe even..."

Hivac floated to him, "Stronger than even you, brother?"

"Don't make me laugh," Demnos smiled, "For you shall perish this day."

Hivac floated lower than Demnos, "I shall not without a fight...will you
join me?"

Demnos merely laughed. "Your master?"

Tarn ran from the dungeon stairs. A young boy was there, "Hey Tarn, you
heard?"

Tarn took the boy's shoulder, "Yeah..."  He plunged the dagger he held into
the boy's stomach. He dropped the boy off the steps. Tarn ran up to the
ground level. There stood Yunt. "You...?"

"I would like a new..."  Yunt said.

"Come with me, I know a way out," Tarn said.  Then he plunged with his
knife...plunged...

Yunt closed his eyes but Tarn tore into someone with much more girth and
solid abs. A "v" of abs. The bald warrior Nolo sent after Yunt. Tarn took
his time finishing such lavish abs. "MMMMM< yeah."  The bald guy wore only
a breech cloth between his legs. He tried to push Tarn off but Tarn was a
big guy too. Tarn had enough power to just move his arm in and the bald guy
felt the knife tingle him all over. Tarn removed it and stood to watch his
handiwork. The bald guy looked at him and slumped. Tarn kicked him in the
shoulder and he finally fell.

Yunt smiled, "You...?  You saved me."

"We all need someone," Tarn said, and turned his back to Yunt, "Get on."
He bent down a bit and Yunt got onto his back, clinging to around his neck.




"Can you fight with me like this?"

"I may be a torture master but...I can fight better than almost all the
guards and warriors...watch as I cut down hundreds..."

"In your way out?"

"Yes, well I don't really want to stay around here any longer...."

The pair left the hallway area.

Outside the castle fortress, Simon looked as he cut down a big
warrior. "We're winning! We're actually winning!"

Blade looked around, his two long swords covered with blood. "Man! No! No!
There's no one to kill any more! Who'am I gonna kill? Killl!!!!! I need to
killllkilll!"

Simon went up to Blade, "Hey, Blade, take it easy! You're in blood lust!
They are still some more to..."

Blade was caught up in his pumped up state. Veins popped. His small stomach
rippled with energy. His neck was standing out. "No, No, No man, I mean it!
I need tooooooo...."  Blade moved his sword into Simon's belly button.]

Simon looked down, "Hey Blade, that's not funny....but I can take it. These
abs can stop any....ohhhh!"

Blade plunged the sword. Simon fell back onto his haunches, one hand
against the ground holding him up. "Blade! We...w'e...eeeeeee...on the same
side!"

"DIE! That's all I want from you is to die, you conceited mother fucker!
Feel it! Damned take it in ya! DIEDIEDIEDIE!"

In his pain, the British Simon knocked his sword into Blade's and it fell
from Blade's hand. Blade let go of the sword. Simon gasped, "Blade,
come..."

"I am cumming! Continually! It's a very sexual thing for me! Very! I'm so
into it!"  Blade was looking on the ground.

Simon gasped and his arm gave way a bit as he lowered down. A rock was
behind him. He tried to sit on it but slipped a bit. "Come to your
senses. You are in bloodlust...you are on my side..."

"I don't care!"  Blade found a fallen thin spear and a thicker spear. He
took up both and rammed one into Simon's belly as hard as he could. "I
don't care which side I'm on!"




Simon jutted his torso up, "Blade! URGGGGHH! NOOOOO!"

"Belly can't fuckin take that can it!"  Blade smiled and his eyes
popped. "Die! Take it you muscular overconfident muther fucker!"  Blade let
go of the spear and held the sword which dangled out of Simon. Simon's back
slid against the rock. He could no longer hold himself up. He gave. His arm
gave out. "Whatsamatter? Muscles failing you!??? British boy? Limmie! Die!"
Blade took turns with the spears. He took one out and if one were looking
they could see it vanish up Simon's back and out until the other one went
in and to the rock behind Simon's back. Blade unstuck and stuck and
unstuck. The sword was still there too. Blade watched Simon slunk down, his
back to the rock now. He leaned to the right. "Oh no, not that easy!"
Blade every so often would grip the sword and mesh it around Simon's mess
of a stomach now. "You may be more built then I but you die! Not I!!!!!"

Simon nodded and shut his eyes. His thick body was taking a lot and he knew
because he was so muscular it would take him a long time before he actually
expired. "Ohhhhhhhh! To...urk... go...faaaa.. this....th g---u---is way!"

Blade wasn't stopping either, "I need more, more, more! Thick bodies to
jab, stab, molest! Chunks of meat to stick! I need it!"  As he spoke, his
long, thick penis jutted out of his Indian loin cloth and spat, jerking on
its own tingling feelings and his thick creamy cum which caked around his
head, his veiny dark meat, even as it spat over Simon's thick
sides. Dripping down them.

"I ....can't....take...it..."  Simon heaved and huffed. He threw his head
from side to side. His eyes at half mast...

"I need to see dudes die!"  Blade kept at it. Simon clung to life...just.

"Then see this dude die!"  A Native American in full garb of his people
shoved a wooden feathered spear into Blade's skinny but muscled
belly. Blade folded and laughed. He shoved his belly against the spear
point...a flint rock of black color. He unfolded and arched out. The Native
American, full red, shoved the spear in deeply. "You are on our side!"

"Fuck sides! I live to kill! I live to feel it in me! In my enemies! DO
ITTTTTTTT!"

The Native American stabbed and ripped. He finally unstuck Blade. "Hey,
good work," Java said. The Native turned to face who was behind him. Java
stuck a white curved knife, made from ivory bone, right into the Native's
belly. The Native tensed to take it and bent his back. Java smiled, "I too
like death like this..."  He unstuck the Native and raised his knife high
in victory. The Native fell.



Java went up to Blade, who still stood. He jabbed the knife into him
too. Blade fell onto Simon, who shoved him away from him, moving the sword
and spears in him every which way. Points moved against each other inside
Simon. Flesh made movements against flesh that shouldn't have been moved
together. Innards and outside epidermis moved in to positions they were not
made for. Blade huffed his last. Blade died. The Native died. Java watched
as Simon died, Simon not sure what to hold in him: the two spears or the
sword. Java laughed and moved on.



TO BE CONTINUED...