Date: Thu, 19 Jun 2008 15:45:34 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO  46

THEY ARE THE TRIO:

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

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

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

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




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

They had just survived an incredible encounter that took over a month. An
arena run by Sole's younger brother, his memory blocked by this strange
land's atmosphere, had to be put down. It took the combined might of Trio
and all their allies to get that arena shut down. "You know, I'm beginning
to think it wasn't Nolo's fault at all---I think..."  Sole began to talk as
they walked. The other two looked at him incredulously. Sole wanted to
stick up for his brother even though they knew Nolo had caused the belly
button deaths of many thousands, including some of their best friends while
in the arena cell as gladiators. Sole ignored their looks and their frowns,
"...that Demnos might have been controlling him somehow."

Pare actually thought that idea had some merit, "Well, it would explain a
lot. Maybe there was some kind of power Demnos exerted over him."

"And..."  Aoi joined in, "By staying in the background, that demon boy
Demnos made it look like he was servant of Nolo."

"A curse of some kind?"  Pare asked, "That could explain why Nolo liked to
see guys get it in the belly button..."

Sole shrugged, "Hey, we all like that."

They laughed. It was true. Pare went on, "But it was like he also wanted to
get it in his own, at least at the end before we left..."

"Like I said, we all like that!"  Sole laughed and put his finger into
Pare's outtie navel. Swishing it in and then letting it out and raising his
hand in triumph. They laughed.

"We've all died before and had major weapons stuck in there," Aoi recalled,
"And boy, did it feel really, really good."

"Yeah so that doesn't have to be a curse," Sole laughed, "Necessarily."

"Remember the time that witch put a curse on you to make you die over and
over?"  Pare asked.

"As if I could forget that?"  Sole laughed, "I'm glad that's over. I mean I
like takin it in the gut as much as the next boy but man, oh man, I also
like to give it to someone...."  Sole motioned with his sword as if he were
sticking some invisible man, "...in their gut just as much."




"I don't know which I like better," Aoi stunned them.

They thought about it. "I sorta know what you mean and how you feel," Pare
agreed.

As they walked, they remained silent for a long time. "Say it sure was nice
of Wiz to make these new duds for us," Pare said jovially.

"Yeah he's quite a seamstress," Sole joked.

"Seams had nothing to do with it," Aoi said, seriously, "It's magic you
know."

"Actually, they're the old duds," Pare noticed, "Just made brand new. We
lost the original ones awhile back."

"You know, I thought for sure we were going to be leaving the desert behind
but it seems as if we are in an even more arid place," Sole squinted. They
were all sweating badly. "You guys want any water?"

"No," they both answered. The trio traveled on ward but the desert was more
like Death Valley as they moved on. Suddenly, the sky grew dark and the
wind picked up more and more.

"A sand storm!"  Pare pointed. A sand storm picked up and rose toward them.

"Over there, I see something!"  Sole squinted, "That way!"  He ran and the
other two followed him. In the hazy mists of swirling sands, an image
appeared to the other two.

"It...it looks like a pyramid!"  Pare yelled through the sound of rising
wind. A tornado like wind gusted up and swirled into a funnel above
them. "Come on!"

Aoi shrugged, "I don't think we should go in there..."

"We have no choice!"  Sole said, "We can't stay out here!"

"Besides it'll be an adventure...."

"I thought you wanted some sleep!"

"I do. Did...."  Pare choked. "Let's go in...and find out if it's a good
place to get some..."

"...new kind of trouble..."  Aoi said but he realized as they followed Sole
the entire time they were running toward the pyramid, that Sole was already
inside, squeezing through a triangular crack in the structure.




Pare realized the same thing, "But Sole's already inside!"

"So should we!"  Aoi yelled as the wind had picked up and thrust a huge
volley of sand at them. He pushed Pare through and dove through himself as
sand piled up outside.

As they landed, Aoi face down on top of Pare, who was face up, penis to
penis, both hard and huffing, Sole turned, "Will you guys be quiet..."

Aoi pulled himself up and Pare looked up at him disappointed. Aoi smiled,
"Later...meijo..."

Pare picked his upper body up on his elbows, "Now you know Spanish?"

"Quit fooling around, I think we may have something bad here..."  Sole
moved in deeper. There were huge rooms in this place. Deeper in. But the
main room they found themselves in was a huge stone crypt. A giant golden
coffin, lit up by torches. "Someone must be in here..."

"Yeah," Pare rolled up and stood, "That hole in the pyramid we came
through..."

"Maybe some animal made it or dinosaur, there are a few here in this land,
you know."  Aoi pointed out.

"Few," Sole said, "We've only seen one since we've been here..."

"Let me at em!"  Pare raised his sword, "I'll slice and dice em! Poke em
through!"  He lowered his sword, "Right after I take a nap."

"You will take a nap...forever!"  A husky male voice said. From a lower
pit, came ten males. Five were big muscle types, gold ear rings, drop
cloths over their privates with Egyptian symbols on them, innie belly
buttons on them.. Five more were smaller and younger, leaner types, outtie
belly buttons. All were dark tan and had on a square shaped cloth over
their heads that dangled in the back. It had yellow stripes on it and was
mostly white. Their shoulders were adorned with yellow rings which went all
round their arms, armpits and all.

They didn't wait. The ten lunged at Trio immediately. Not one to wait
either, Pare shoved his sword point into the belly button of the one
closest to him, a big lanky, beefy armed man with dark black hair and a
baby face. Pare pulled the sword out and waved it against the smaller kid
that was with him. The ten seemed to fight in pairs, skinny young guy with
older muscle guy. A wide flat nose adorned the kid that he tangled with now
and deep dark brown eyes sectioned just a bit too far apart. He also had
thick full red lips. Short but not overly short, just over the ears, black
hair. And a seriousness about him that unnevered Pare.




The big one, the first one that Pare stabbed, was not sure what had
happened. His sword lowered but he was not sure why. He had looked down
just as Pare had pulled the sword out. He saw it slide right out of him but
nothing registered...until about 15 seconds later. A burning pain inched
from navel, all around navel, a big meaty affair with wormy sections coming
in and out of it...and inched from there to his innards, creating a tunnel
of fire to his back. He looked down and looked up as all ignored him. He
heard the sounds of clanging swords but...he sank downward. Aoi used his
back to jump on and shove him down to the stone floor as he swished the air
around three other attackers. Under his feet, Aoi could feel the guy
squirming...ejaculating, masturbating, sperming all over. It felt good.

A fourth joined the guys that circled the body Aoi was perched on, moving a
bit as the dying first kill jerked to oblivion. Aoi smiled as the four
circled. A beefy red head, dyed hair and a smaller very slender kid with
almost no chest to speak of...yet he seemed the most dangerous of the four
as he moved very fast and Aoi had to move faster to meet his long thin
sword. Aoi swished but merely wounded the fourth arrival in his shoulder,
cutting the top of it. This one moved away to join the fight against Sole.

Pare drove his attacker to the wall of the pyramid and it felt cold on the
attacker's back. Pare could feel his breath. Pare jerked his hips up to the
kid's hips, both bare and as he did so, he used his free hand to force the
kid to drop his sword. Pare then let go and jerked his knife out of his
loin cloth and drove it straight up and into the kid's belly button. Pare
pressed in and then used his whole body to press the hilt as he let go of
it. He used his own powerful stomach muscles to jerk the knife into the
kid, who threw his head back, only to have it hit the wall behind. Pare
smiled and could feel the kid's dying gasps awash all over his neck and
chest.

Sole put a sword into a guy quickly and jabbed it out just as quick. The
long haired muscle man jerked so violently that his cloth hat feel off and
he fell quickly. Sole moved on and saw Pare enjoying his kill just a bit
too much. "Pare, a little help here!"  Pare turned, his dick dripping from
the kid's belly and his own leg, thick with scum from the kid's own
spilling dickhead. Pare backflipped, sperm spiraling off his penis; at the
same time the kid on the wall slowly fell, a warrior's pride all over his
dying face; Pare's knife still in his tight lean stomach muscles, covering
the belly button, which was non existent now. His thick eyebrows rose as if
to say, "So this is what it is to die with something stuck in your gut
hole."

Pare back flipped into one of Sole attackers, a smaller guy and the guy
fell to the ground. Pare landed on his feet, his front facing the guy's
legs. The guy's face was staring Pare in the backside but as he reached his
sword toward Pare's back, Pare back stabbed his sword into the guy's
navel...putting the sword between his own legs and pressing down as hard as
he could. The kid on his back jerked up and his stomach muscles crunched
against the sword to no avail. His torso rose off the ground but fell back
just as fast. Pare turned to look at his handiwork but noticed movement
behind Sole. "Sole, DOWN!"




Sole was about to say the same thing to Pare and did but no one heard. Both
boys ducked as their attackers, a beefy muscle man from behind Sole and a
lanky tall muscle man with a smooth stomach adorned with only one big major
detail: a large oval button was behind Pare. Pare ducked and Sole
ducked. The beefy guy stuck a long thin sword into the oval and swished
until he realized it was his friend and lover he was killing in the button,
alighting it with a fire of steel. The other guy, the lanky one thrust his
sword into the muscle of his lover and even when he saw who it was, he
continued. The pain made them both stab deeply. The lanky one's sword was
harder going in and so was his dick. Yet he crunched through. Sole stood up
and so did Pare. They grabbed the flat end of the swords and moved them
about, causing great pain to the two lovers. Sole and Pare were now face to
face as Pare had turned around. They kissed each other as they moved the
swords around, and to the songs of moans and groans they kissed deeply. The
wounded guy with his shoulder bleeding saw this and watched them kiss. He
decided to go back to trying to kill Aoi with his three pals but first he
ran to a small stone and opened it. Inside was a bird cage with a dove and
food for it. He took it out, along with a note in Egyptian
language. Running to the opening and bending down, he released the dove
with the note tied to its foot. When he looked up from the hole, in his
bent position, he saw Pare standing over him. A long silver sword from
Pare's hand, Pare's luscious outtie belly button just beyond it. The sword
slid into his navel and cut him deeply, him feeling it sink in every
inch. Inch by inch. And looking up and seeing that Puerto Rican smug face
grinning at him. Pare unplugged him and left him to slump over.

Sole flipped himself over and landed opposite one of the attackers who were
closing in on Aoi. The attacker was shocked that Sole could do this so Sole
jabbed his spear into the guy's thick belly button and out his back. The
spear point hit the guy who was behind him, also a muscle man, who was
running at him but he pulled back and was only nicked at his navel a
bit. Sole unstuck the guy. The fast little kid was circling Aoi and cut
Aoi's upper leg. Aoi looked at and snarled a bit, also making it a bit of a
laugh. He looked with controlled anger and used his thumb to brush his
upper lip. The fast kid smiled, "That'll slow you down a bit, cocky one!"

Aoi turned and stabbed the muscle man who was inching at Sole from behind
his buddy, who was still standing up with the spear in him. Aoi shoved
deeply into the guy but the kid came at him, hopping up on the body after
moving side to side to avoid Aoi's sword as Aoi withdrew it from the muscle
man.

Pare flipped himself up through the air and as the kid moved from side to
side, landed on the kid's shoulders, "This'll slow you down a bit!"

This gave Aoi time to re-stab his sword into the muscle man's shoulder and
deeper and then let it out. Sole shoved the spear, with the first guy on
it, into the muscle man behind the first one. He plunged deeply and found
that navel gore mixed well with navel gore. The muscle man found himself
pinned to the back of his friend as Sole shoved. He tried to push on his
friend's back to keep him from coming to him. His hard dick was meshed
against the friend's buttox and grew ever larger and thicker, up against
the friend's lower back. Then he jerked as the spear infested his navel
cavity. His dick bounced down and then the tip found its way into his dying
friend's ass entrance. He jerked into it and spilled as Sole stuck and
struck deeper and deeper. He groaned as he tried to push his pal off
him. His pal's eyes were already closed and Sole smiled, knowing it was
from the pleasure of belly pain mixed with being fucked up the ass while
being stabbed and fucked in the belly by Sole's own spear. Sole's own penis
popped up to his navel and started to slime it with pre cum.

"Get offa me!"


"Getoff in me you should say," Sole tossed his head to get his long blond
hair out of his face so he could see both guys dying, one behind the
other. He shoved in deeper and deeper and his hands felt the joy of
pressure against and resistance toward his pushing. Gut work. Flesh against
his strength. It had to give. It did. Muscle could only last so long
against cold pointed objects. Sole, with his tongue out between his teeth,
took great relish in running with his spear held in both hands now. He
shoved until both guys stumbled back, a mass of two. Becoming one. The guy
in back unloaded cum after cum load into his friend's ass so much that it
spilt out from between the crack and the cheeks. Sole yelled and drove them
both into the wall. They slid down, a pile of veiny legs and vascular
arms. Sole stood up before them, pre cum slipping from his navel where his
penis was over his loin cloth and the pre cum dripped over the top. He
slowly pulled his spear from the first guy and it re-entered the second's
back. The first guy watched it come out of his belly button, now just a
wound hole and gone. It came out easier than it went in but Sole's hands
could feel it nudge against innard organs on the way out of both men. He
smiled and pulled it out. His dick spat a large white cum cloud. He
ugg-ugged his way backward and was unaware of the two musclemen dying in
one great mass. Breathing stopped. Sole's breathing stopped as he shot load
after load. The musclemen stopped moving.

Sole turned and saw Pare on top the shoulders of the fast kid who was
trying to shake Pare off by bouncing into walls. Pare held tight and
covered the kid's eyes. The kid tried to poke his sword up at Pare but Aoi
was there. Aoi put his hand on the kid's chest and backed the kid to the
tomb. The kid's upper body bent back, his back against the tomb and now
flat on it, his ribs sticking out, his round and perfect navel open to
attack for the world to see or for one Oriental beauty named Aoi to punch
out using his sword. Aoi did so. He plunged it in and after the first quick
entrance, the kid pulsated, trying to move to get away. His legs went up
and he moved his body. Pare back flipped off the kid as the kid hit the
tomb. Aoi jabbed in quick but then slowed it and made it really feel its
way around in this skinny kid. "You were a good warrior and you almost
won."

"It...tttahh, tah took two of ya to git me....Trio bah!"

Aoi seemed angered at this, "Hey, man," he recovered, "Whatever works! You
die and we live."  He slowly stuck the sword in until there was no more
sword. The kid bent back and back but found cold tomb stone below him. He
crouched forward to face off Aoi but Aoi ripped the sword out and then re
stuck the kid and moved it all around from every angle. "Again, fast one,
we live and you die....slowly..."

Sole and Pare got back to each other as Aoi continued to kill off this
kid. Sole pointed to the guy Pare slew at the exit, "What was that about?"

"He released a dove."

"A messenger;" the dying kid minced out. "Soon the might of our whole army
will be here to gut you..."




"...you die!"  Aoi tore at the kid's abs in every way possible and as the
kid resisted, sticking his navel out as far as it could go, his whole belly
out, he gasped. Aoi smiled, "You fought well and you die just as well!"
The kid expired, a look of joy on his face, his eyes wide open. Aoi tossed
the kid aside and as the body slumped with a loud liquidly sound, Aoi said,
"He did fight well and died just as well. He may have been better than me."
Aoi looked down.

Sole retrieved the sword he purposefully dropped, "Forget it. We have
more...look at that!"

The fight had knocked the cover to the tomb off, only a small bit.  Sole
ran over to it and started to push the lid off, "Help me."

Pare and Aoi shared confused glances. They shrugged and ran over to help
Sole. Together, straining their muscles, the studs pushed the lid off.
When it was off, they saw something amazing. Lying in the coffin with his
hands and arms crossed over his chest and upper body was a beautiful
boy. His hair was something like a wolf, curved up like Wolverine from THE
X MEN. A point of hair dropped over his nose. He had no other hair over his
body, which was almost totally nude except for a very thin thong in front
and back, almost nothing but strings. The boy was ample in body but not
very big or muscled. He had a long thin belly button vertically and it
almost didn't have a horizontal girth to it. It was hard to see in it. He
had claws for fingernails and wore hairy boots on his feet. Other than his
head, he was smooth and hairless. He had big shoulders and tight small
nipples, the left one pierced with a big golden ring through it . His
closed eyes had long, long black lashes and his hair was dark brown. Thick
eyebrows and a snout for a nose made him handsomely exotic. His pointed
ears were like a wolf's ears, brown. His tanned skin was brown also, not
unlike the warriors just slain. He had a washboard effect on his otherwise
undefined stomach.

"They might have been here to guard this," Aoi muttered, "this....thing..."

"He's a boy," Pare corrected, "Poor thing..."

"Look like a werewolf or something...."  Sole stood closer and bent over
toward the boy, "....or maybe a vampire...."

"Funny, I thought maybe a witch boy like the Seer or even Wiz...."  Pare
added.

Sole bent closer, "He must be dead...this is his coffin..."  Sole looked at
him, "And yet, he seems so...so...lovely, so beautiful..."  Sole leaned in
and put his lips just over the wolf boy's.

"Sole?"  Pare asked, "Sole, what's the matter with you?"

"What're you doing?"  Aoi asked, "Sole, you don't seem to be yourself? Sole
stop!"

Sole kissed the boy on the lips fully and could swear he felt sharp fangs
beneath those full thick brown lips. He nudged his own nipples against the
boy's. The boy's eyes popped open just as Sole's face was so close to the
boy.  Sole stepped back and the boy opened his mouth, "I am vampire, witch,
warlock, werewolf, mummy, zombie and much, much more...as you three will
find out!"  He opened his mouth and revealed wolf like teeth with two fangs
that could only be the fangs of a vampire! He lunged at Sole!


TO BE CONTINUED...