Date: Mon, 16 Jun 2008 10:06:10 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO  44

But in the arena, Sole was cleaning up the dying and as some new warriors
arrived, he stuck them, almost as they entered from the stone gateways. The
trainers too. Sole was sticking them but something hazed at the back of his
mind.

A circle of impossibly huge body guards, naked except for bone loin
cloths. Nolo was yelling for them to kill Aoi. The men circled about Nolo
were thick bodied, older than Aoi, maybe even older than Aoi and Bazian's
combined age. They had vascular arms, thick, maybe difficult to move. Each
hand held a deadly weapon of some kind. Their muscled bodies were slick, as
if they had been sweating all afternoon in the alien sun, creating a shiny
sheen over their entire bugling bodies. Pecs that stood out more than on
some women, thick nipples, bigger than life biceps, blasted triceps, trunk
like torsos with abs standing out and in, thick rivers of bumps between
their abs and of course, belly buttons of a variety of kinds. Some HUGE and
with all sorts of fleshy natural designs in side. Canyons, one even looked
like a double belly button going up and down.Ten in all and of course, the
unbeatable, undefeated Ivo infront, making eleven in all. Twleve if one
counted Nolo. Aoi didn't count him but he stared in awe at the body guards
who were more like body builders.

Aoi: "Oh this is gonna be fun."

Bazian was still on his hands and knees, just crossing the threshold to the
audience seats, "It's gonna be hard."

"Yeah, that too."  Aoi gave a half smile, "Just stay close behind me like
always."

"Uh, don't you worry bout that," Bazian gulped.

In a flash, Ivo moved back toward Nolo, and two musclemen moved in his
place. Aoi flashed away from them, Bazian at his back. The pair expected
him to attack them but instead, Aoi stabbed one on the left of them and
another one came at him. Aoi sidestepped and ducked. He had great aim at
the solid, thick abs of this one. He took out a knife from the first one's
belt as that one fell with a heavy thud. Bazian looked at the falling one,
"OHMYGOSH< OHMYGOSHOHMYOHMY..."

Nolo yelled, "Stop him! Kill him! He's just one chink! Not even a China
Chink! A dark one! Kill him!"




"Nolo, if you stop ranting and raving I might just not kill you when I get
to you...."  Aoi jabbed the knife into the abs and crissed crossed the abs
with it. Then he just stuck it deep and pulled out, "And I will get to
you!"  To this guy he yelled, "Aha, gotcha!!!!"  This one fell to the other
side of Bazian, who looked, flanked on both sides by dying big guys. As
that one fell, Aoi sliced sideways, his sword edge taking out a huge line
of flesh in an enrushing third. Aoi pulled his blade upward and then back
down and straightened it into the guy's oval giant navel. He shoved and
pulled out, elbowing the guy in the back as the thick one passed in his
fall to death. Bazian almost rolled to avoid this one.He was still on all
fours. He turned to see the handsome face of one of the dying,
"Hell....help me..."  He was handsome faced with a square jaw and dirty
blond hair, long, long hair.

"Can't!"  Bazian gasped, "I...I never kilt anybody..."

"My guts...."  The guy shut his eyes and put huge hands to his bloody,
shredded belly. Things dripped and drooped between his fingers. Bazian
looked toward Aoi's back.

Aoi Xed his sword and grabbed a falling spear from the next warrior and
crisscrossed his sword with it to stab two guys rushing at him. Thick. Aoi
smiled and looked the men, who looked at him. They didn't yet
know. "Doofuses....you're dead, you know..."  Aoi smiled. They smiled. He
shoved, points found their way down their middle chest area and to their
soft guts and hard abs. Aoi pulled himself up on them, his feet off the
ground. Rips all down. He kicked back and his booted feet felled yet
another warrior who was trying to stab Bazian in the back. "Baz, get up!"

"Can't! Can't! Can't! Help!"

"Oh, never mind, I'll protect you."  Aoi sliced his sword across hip to hip
on another guy and the top of the guy fell off the bottom. "Hey, does
your..."

"Side hurt?"  Arn asked Pare. The two met in the tunnels behind the arena
circle. It was dark in parts and light in others as sun light came in from
the cell areas. This was deeper inside. Pare had just laid Percival's body
off his own sword as gently as he could. Arn was big too, bigger than the
guys outside but he was much older. He looked exactly like Arnold
Schwarzenegger, the actor. For all Pare knew, he was the guy. He didn't
care. Ivo, outside in the arena, had thrown a spear and while it didn't
kill Pare, it knicked his right side. It hurt and it distracted him. Pare
bounced off the wall with his shoulder and hit Arn but merely fell
down. "Hurt more now?"

Pare looked to his left and saw Percival's closed eyes...the kid was dead,
stuck by Pare's own sword as he ran onto it. Pare grit his teeth, "Now I'm
mad!!!!"  He jumped up but Arn's sword hit his back, the flat side of it
smacking him down. He fell onto his face.

"Ohhhh, mad huh?"  Arn laughed, "Perhaps Trio's never come up against
someone that they couldn't handle but that's because they have not come up
against power before...power like me! Now you die!"




Pare turned over and grabbed his fallen sword and caught Arn in Arn's
navel, a largish affair, elongated from the looks of it and scarred from
other battles. "Betcha like that!"  Pare was as amazed as Arn was. Arn ran
onto it, much as Percival before. Pare shoved and moved sideways out of the
way. Arn tipped onto the sword and Pare grabbed Arn's hips from behind,
letting go of the sword as the hilt hit the ground. Arn was lifted by Pare
onto it--momentum really doing the rest. "Power huh? I bet you feeling
power now...powerful pain in right in your gut hole! Open belly! Open
wide!"  Pare then used his elbows to shove down onto Arn's back, driving
the big guy down further onto the sword. It popped into his thick
muscles. "I hate guys like you! Showoffs! Show off what your made of...all
over the floor....fucker die as you deserve!"  Arn gulped as he slid down,
he held out his arms, his hands flat out as if to stop it all. He
couldn't. He bent on all fours now. Pare was riding on his back and saw the
sword point pop out the thick cords of the back. Using his hands flat, he
gripped the sword and shook it and rattled it. This caused Arn more
pain. The whole trunk of the thick guy shook in pain and anguish. Pare
popped his dick out, "Oh yeah, ride em bull boy!"

"Huhhhhhhhh..."  Release of air as Arn fell fully onto the floor, his arms
giving out.

Pare pulled the sword out using his flat palms...out the back. The
hilt....Arn felt it travel through his belly button tunnel and travel
through his middle and out his back, "My fuckin body!"

"My fuckin sword," Pare smiled and grabbed the hilt, "It needs a
shower. N...n...mmmm.....huhuhuhuhuh, so do I."

"I don't..."

"No, you don't...do you," Pare smiled, and jumped off, kicking Arn's body,
"You know what they say, the bigger they are, the harder I get...or
something like that...maybe the bigger they are, the harder their dicks are
when they die. Noo, that not right...the bigger they are..."

"The harder they fall," Aoi sliced into the neck of one muscleman and
pulled out, thrust back and stabbed the lower genitals of a guy trying to
sneak up on him. The guy, bleached highlights in his hair passing Aoi's
slick black hair as he fell, made Aoi remember, "Hey that makes..."

"TEN!"  Ivo yelled, "Now it's up to me!"

"Bazian!!!!!"  Aoi turned and bent down on all his fours, "NOW!"

 "NOW?"  Bazian shoved his spear forward and over Aoi's back it slid. It
slid and went right into Ivo, who was coming at Aoi. Ivo's belly button
caught it mean. The spear went in. Bazian shut his eyes and shoved, and
kept on shoving in, in, in....

Ivo gulped and looked at Aoi, "You...."

"Didn't do it," Aoi said and winked, "He did..."

Bazian slid it and his upper body hit Aoi's back and he bent over, just
about laying on Aoi's back but Bazian was up on his haunches at times. The
spear still in his hands, Bazian caused Ivo some real pain now as the point
in him meshed everywhich way. Bazian fumbled around on Aoi's bare, wet back
and yet he kept his balance. Bazian hopped off and found himself face to
face---for now he opened his eyes again---with Ivo. "IVO!??!!"




Then Bazian knew that the thick feeling against his spear wasn't a wall or
Nolo's throne...it was Ivo. The wall of his muscles. Corded, thick, feeling
good to both Ivo and Bazian. Ivo sucked down. He stared at
Bazian. "You....you kid...you better know what you
are....ar....are....are....arrrrrrrrggghhhh!"

Bazian in his panic, shoved the spear all the way in and rattled it. He
shoved and then he pulled out, so far, that he tripped backward and fell
onto his back. The spear was let go. Ivo grabbed it but Bazian kicked it so
that it slid back in and chunked into Ivo again. Ivo grabbed it and tried
to get it out but he couldn't. He made sounds of grunting and yelping as he
forced himself to try and try again and again. It looked like he was
pulling his pud as he tried. He thrust his torso forward and his dick wet
with pre cum leaked. Then he spat from his penis thick white solid cum
chunks. Bazian and Aoi were wide eyed with shock. Finally, Ivo fell flat
onto his belly and the spear shoved into him more and more until it
couldn't. The point was dangling out his back and the front on the
ground. Ivo jiggled a dance of death on the ground and his belly, trying to
be brave and hard against the pain, wrapped itself around the spear
shaft. It made no effort. He jigged another dance and then with major
sounds of death in his throat, he stiffed to a stillness.

Around them, Aoi, Bazian, and Nolo could hear the sounds of gladiator boys
rounding up and mostly killing other audience members, mostly males, mostly
kings and princes from other arena castles. Skin broke, swords clanged,
tears and rips sounded out, manmeat was stuck, steak like abs were
shorn. Lower intestines were being shoveled out. Not all the kings were
warriors however and it didn't take much to kill them all. Gladiator boys
were now over running the stands and the arena...following Aoi's lead..

"I did it! I did it!"  Bazian lifted his head up and got off Aoi. He landed
on all fours and looked in astonishment at his handiwork--Ivo's stiff body,
stiff dick leaking a big puddle of yellow pudding. Some dripped from the
rivers in between Ivo's abs and stuck him further to the ground. "I got
him! I got him! I kilt him!"

Aoi picked Bazian up, "You certainly did. I knew you could. You're a born
killer. And with that red hair..."  Aoi messed up Bazian's hair but turned
as he heard...

"Yule, where is that little runt?"  Nolo moved behind and under his own
throne, "That little lover, he fuckin abandoned me!"

Bazian looked down at what Aoi looked down at. Bazian's freckled dick had
come out from his loin cloth and was erect to a dizzying height. It shot a
load all over Aoi's chiseled abs. "I..."  Aoi spun to look back at Nolo,
"I...wow! I'll get him."

Nolo stood up from behind the chair, "Keep away...keep away from m-m-meee!"
Nolo's belly button, luscious and inviting, throbbed out to Aoi...or seemed
to. Aoi wanted it...wanted to cut into it as Nolo wanted so many to do to
so many others. Cutting him made Aoi harder than hard again and his pre cum
leaked past old cum. He approached Nolo, who looked around defenselessly.

In the halls, Casm came up to Pare and the bodies, "You Pare?"  Pare
nodded. "We're with Simon."




Casm's group reached Pare and Pare looked up, "You just missed all the
fun."

"No, we kilt many guards in the halls," Casm said, "We should get out there
and help them in the stands. Are you alright?"

"Fine," Pare said, "But I could do with a nice long round of sleep. Where's
Simon?"

The Boy and Simon flew out of the vortex. "OWFF!"  Simon landed on his bare
back. The Boy landed on Simon's stomach. He looked around. They were in the
woods. "Get off...hey, it's you."  The Boy nodded. He was crying. "I mean
it's you you."  He nodded again and wiped his tears but they kept coming.

Simon put the boy on his lap and sat up, "You? You healed me?"

He nodded no. "Raised you from the dead."

"You can talk?"

"Yeah," he cried.

"But why you crying? We...we are back home. Back from...from....where?"

Boy shrugged, "I don't know. I don't know anything."

"I know something. These woods. I know them like the back of my hand and
the inside of my belly button," Simon stood up, wiping the tears off Boy's
face. "Thank you...for saving me...."  He kissed the Boy on the cheek. The
Boy smiled. "There you go," Simon said, "I think my home is that way. My
parents will love you."

"But I don't know who I am."

"That's okay. We'll find out who you are and where you belong. We'll find
your family."

"All I know is that...I loved someone...a boy..."

"Don't we all?"  Simon smiled. Simon recalled something. A little dancer
Oriental kid. "Alexandre. Your name is Alexandre."  The Boy looked up at
him and wiped some more tears away. He stopped crying and nodded
affirmative. He smiled. Simon put the Boy on his bare back, the Boy still
in his catholic school uniform and the Boy sat with his legs over Simon's
shoulders. "We have some work to do. Some research to do. I don't know much
about what just happened to us but I don't care. It's the future we have to
look to. Find you your family and..."

"And...?"


"The boy Georges. You...you loved him and he loves you."



The violent land: Nolo's dungeon: the last to die on Simon's team was
Staker. Ohrang, one of Tarn's young nubile boys, stabbed a long spike into
Staker as he checked out the dungeon. Ohrang stabbed it into Staker and
took his two stakes and plunged those into the hairless thin belly. Staker
was older but Ohrang was vicious and sneaky. He had been hiding. He plugged
Staker's belly with a poker, redhot. Then he moved the wounded big man over
to a torture table and laid his back onto it. Taking Staker's stakes almost
at the same time, Ohrang jabbed them into parts of the navel that were not
occupied.  Staker took a long time to die, "Ohhhhhhhhh," and enjoyed
himself as he died with three points in his belly button, ripping through
his flesh and into his innards. Ohrang ate fruit as he watched and
occasionally touched one or more of the weapons in Staker to cause more
pain. Ohrang also tore off Staker's loin cloth to watch the cum process.

"Very cool," Ohrang stated, "I could like this a lot."

Staker gasped, "You little sneak. You...you better get out of here."

"You first!"  Ohrang took all three weapons and plunged in deep, "I grow
tired of this. Be one of the last to die!"  Staker fell onto his back off
the torture table. He rolled over but Ohrang kept the weapons sticking,
even as they swayed to one side under Staker. Staker moaned and moaned and
groaned. His breathing stopped. His back shrank down and he kicked to a
frenzy. Then he arched upward and Ohrang watched as his back fell down, his
face to the ground. Ohrang smiled, "It is good."  Then he ran to the trap
door. No one found Staker for days. Even Demnos didn't want his body. But
it was a good body.

At the throne, Aoi had a knife pressed hard against Nolo's flesh just
before his rib cage met, just an inch or two from his heart. He looked with
joy at Nolo. Nolo looked at the knife as it slid down slowly from there to
two inches above his belly button, "Like it?"

Nolo shook his head, "I die as I wanted others to. Make sure it is in the
belly button."

"Of course," Aoi said, "Where else?"

"I wonder, you and Trio, you like it there too?"

"Yes, Nolo, stop stalling," Aoi said, "You gonna die."

"I know, it's just that...I just like it there. I liked to see men battle
men and get it there, one, both of them...I couldn't help it."

"I understand."




"Yes," Nolo looked at Aoi's belly button as they got real close, "I think
you do. I believe you."

"Now Nolo," Aoi moved the knife down to the ridge of Nolo's belly button,
"Steel yourself for death in your navel."

"Oh," Nolo said, and closed his eyes, "I am ready. I have been ready for a
long, long time for this. Drive it in and make it good. Make it last."  Aoi
made the knife dip over the ridge, deftly nudging it with just enough to
titillate. And in. But not deep. Not yet.

Aoi smiled as Nolo kept his eyes shut and gripped Aoi's shoulders. Aoi,
between them, could feel Nolo's pre cum as his dick rose up his leg and
touched Aoi's muscled leg. Slime left a trail. Aoi thought it felt
good. "Here goes! Right in there!"  Aoi pressed his elbow. Blood came out
of the lower ridge of Aoi's button. Dripped.

"AOI!"  A familiar voice called to him, "DON'T KILL HIM!"

Both Aoi and Nolo (who opened one of his eyes--his left one) looked toward
the voice. Below, in the arena, with a warrior belly attached to his pointy
sword tip, Sole shouted up to them. He let the warrior fall off and the
belly stayed attached. "Wha the fuck? Why not?"  Aoi yelled.

Nolo frowned, "Yeah why not?"

"Shut up!"  Aoi shook Nolo and the knife nipped his button some more. Blood
came out in drops.

Sole came up the body pile, one of many, and as he did, he shook the gore
off his sword, "Don't! Don't kill him?"

"WHY? AFTER ALL HE'S DONE? ALL HE SET UP? HE'LL JUST GO AND DO IT ALL OVER
AGAIN! HE'S THAT SMART! LET ME..."

"No!"  Sole came up to them, "Don't!"  He was a bit lower than the wall and
not over it yet but they could in his eyes that he meant it. It was no
clever joke before a kill, no fake-out to a victim who was about to get his
navel poked into his innards, his intestines jabbed to infinity.

"Tell me why not and I won't!"  Aoi grit his teeth and felt Nolo's belly at
the end of his knife, "I wanna..."

"Don't because....because...I just remembered something...he...he's my
brother!"

"Brother?"  Aoi stared wide eyed.

"Brother?"  Nolo was shocked too but something nagged in the back of his
memory.



"Yes, he's my brother!"


TO BE CONTINUED...