Date: Sat, 21 Jun 2008 23:41:38 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO  48

Large warriors around the entire tomb. Some were mere lads with bow and
arrows and some were beefy unmovable musclemen. Glinting weapons flashed
all at one time as the males began to show off and prepare to cut Trio to
ribbons. Some of these were warriors in training, others spear men and
their trainees. Arrow boys, and the sons of the sons of warriors and their
sons. Some were mere slaves who would be forced to fight. Relentless
sandals slapped the stone floor. Arrow boys held arrows in their bows,
their bare backs of the boys holding more in a rounded carrier. Many of the
40 wore linen striped cloth over their heads, also yellow in color. This
made their the top of their heads look much like the head of a Sphinx. The
larger muscle warriors wore mere string thongs, betraying their bulges for
all to see. Spear boys wore loin cloths, while arrow boys had on strips of
linen. The majority were naked to the waist. Some wore open vests, many
short cut vests. A smaller few had on metallic armor over their chests.
Every belly was exposed. All heading for the Trio while the wolf boy Matre,
was made incapacitate by the Ankh double headed spear, the top of which lay
over his face and the bottom of which lay between his bound ankles.  They
began to make their moves on Trio as their leader slowly died in pain.

He was Amun and he tried to hold his entire belly in, which only made his
approaching cumming maddeningly more determined to burn its way out of his
dickhead. Amun slunk downward into a crosslegged position as his dick rose
and rose, far out of his linen. "Kill them!"  He had gasped but lotsa air
came out. He held his belly button area which was non existent now that Aoi
had stabbed him in it more than once. As he crouched down, not knowing
where to put his upper body or which way to let it hang limply, only to
fall, he felt the desire try to cum out of him. A thin sliver of
yellow/white cum pooled at the part in his dick. He forced it to stay where
it was and that very effort made it gather up more momentum and
strength. His dick erupted like a rocket and he moaned loudly and rolled
his eyes backward. His head tilted back and he enjoyed the feeling of
shooting...his very first. He jerked down into his own crotch and fired
back up, his butt coming up off the stone floor of the pyramid.

 "Ohohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," He sounded off lower than before but then rose to
louder, "OHHHHHHHHHHHHH!AHHHHHHHHH!"  Release. Firing, jism. He slunked
back and his back hit the floor finally. Spent, his rocket launcher lay
flat on his flat, smooth hairless belly, leaking some residue into his
belly wound. His eyes remained rolled back in his head. His mouth
drooled. Frothy, like his retreating dickhead, which lost its power and
went back into the foreskin, pooling up cum all over the volcano like head.

His last words were for his 40 warriors to kill Aoi, Sole, and Pare. Amun
slunk down, not yet totally dead but when he died, after most of the 40 in
the tomb, his eyes remained rolled back in his head.

>From across the lid of the tomb structure, Aoi said to Sole, who was on
the other side of it, "...AND I DON'T CARE IF IT TURNS OUT HE'S ALSO YOUR
LONG LOST BROTHER TOO, I HAD TO SLAY HIM DEAD. I CAN'T TOLERATE ANOTHER
LONG LOST YOUNGER BROTHER TURNED EVIL PRINCE!"




Catching his sword as Pare tossed it to him, Sole laughed and thrust his
sword into the belly of a large eight foot warrior in a thong-----this
eight foot warrior, bare from the waist up and only wearing a thong. Rather
useless to him now, he held a curved sword in each hand even as he began to
die standing up. His dick jumped a bit.

With his other hand, Sole caught his spear as Pare tossed that too. Pare
threw another weapon--a jagged knife---and it sailed over Sole's shoulder
as he stabbed his spear into a smaller boy on his right. Sole snapped,
"Hey, Pare, I can't catch three at once!"  Pare nodded as he thrust two
knives in each hand forward...getting the buttons of four warriors who were
crowded around so close that he was able to do this. Pare then waved his
knives in his left hand to show Sole.

Sole saw that the jagged knife was embedded thickly in the belly of another
eight foot muscleman, so thick that he couldn't move to even fall to his
death. He fell against a guy behind him. "Oh," Sole called to Pare, "Thanks
and sorry."

Pare threw all four knives, felling some of the ribby arrow boys who were
stretching their arrows in their bows, exposing not only their ribs but
their slender abs, sucked in guts and sticking out buttons. Sticking out
that is until Pare's knives found four of them, cutting them in on
themselves, leaving some of the button where it was and some smushed inside
their ribboned bellies. The four had their arrows drop harmlessly. These
were not the only ones as their mates, nearby, watched as four of their
best arrow boys, the cream of the crop, creamed as they dropped. They
lowered their arrows in astonishment: bad move. Other arrow boys did not
drop their arrows and fired. At Sole and Aoi. Aoi and Sole used their
swords to swing these arrow shafts into the arrows boys and they
jerked. Some jerked and fell back against the wall with shafts deeply
embedded in their bent over gut holes. Some jerked outward, their bellies
exposed outwardly with the shaft in it, their stomach muscles trying
desperately...and futilely to push the arrow shafts out. "Oh, it burns, it
burns, oh how it burns!"  One dark boy spouted as he flailed about in a
spastic tantrum. Another boy, stuck in the gut with one of Pare's jagged
knives, came up to him, shoulder to shoulder, a bit taller than he...

"Oh stop you're cowardly dying and die like a true warrior!"  This one
grabbed the arrow in this dark kid and moved it all around and deepened it
some more so that only the feathery end stuck out. As he did this, he
pushed this kid toward the wall and didn't realize this kid had taken both
hands and shoved the knife in his belly in. He felt jagged metal swerving
its way in his innards---but not until he realized the kid was doing
this. He had been having so much fun punishing this dying fool boy so that
he failed to register the pain in his own outtie--correction: former
outtie--belly button. He leaned in on the boy and felt his own pain. The
two pressed together. Slump. Down. Pre cum only.




Sole saw the eight foot muscle guy moved back into another who was behind
him and trying to get him out of the way so Sole did the only thing he
could do: he thrust his spear deep into the belly button of the muscle
warrior, grinding it against the jagged knife Pare had thrown into him,
thrust the spear deeply and out the back...it felt good to his hand for it
find air out the back and then Sole pressed forward, all the time stabbing
guys with his sword who tried to stab him from the side. The spear popped
out the back of the first guy, who was already feeling good and pained by
the knife, his umbilicus all but destroyed. The guy behind heard something
pop POP and he looked down just in time to see the spear point, gory from
his pal, enter his own belly button, a deep rounded affair with a few
shallow parts, now made un-shallow by Sole's pressing spear point.

Sole gave a nervous victory laugh, "Ahh, ha ha!"

"Gotme!"

Pare turned and grabbed up a second sword and swung them, slicing open two
guys on both sides of him, one on the left and one on the right. Their hips
had large slits from hip to hip. In front of him was a guy with two long
spears, rushing at him, a look of astonishment on his face as the other two
fell, half dissected from their torsos, looks of horror and pain on their
faces. Pare ducked past the spears and saw another warrior, a large muscle
type coming from his left side with a thick curved sword and another from
his right side with a thick wooden spear with a glinting metal point, very
sharp. Pare saw his ducking under made the spear man very angry. The spear
man wasn't very muscled but he was lean and his belly button was very
shallow and hot. Pare thought it was very hot. He saw that in this man's
thong was a small but well hilted jeweled knife. "Bad place for that,
doncha think?"  Pare put his swords back in his loin cloth sheaths and
quickly reacted. He couldn't use his swords this close to all three
men. The spear man's dick jumped an inch with pre cum as Pare grabbed the
man's own spears and rushed the points outward, Pare between them now. The
thin spears bent easily, their points curving into the musclemen on both
sides. The spear man smiled as his hand felt the backlash of the SMACK of
his spear points into his two comrades. Then he realized his joy would be
short lived. His thick dick hardened too fast and the knife popped out of
his thong and was about to drop to the floor uselessly. "You dropped this!"
Pare snatched it up in his fist and struck down---not his usual move but
this time the knife was under his pinkie so he struck downward with the
blade finding its way down into the belly button of this handsome spear
man. "Here! Have it back, that is a better place for it!"

The spear man made his eyes go wide and then he glimmered and shut his
eyes, a look of pleasure on his face, "The best!"  He could feel his hands
sagging as his spears following down the two musclemen.

Another rushed at Pare. This one was a lean semi blond Egyptian, obviously
his hair dyed that way. He had dark pupils. Pare grabbed the knife out of
the spear man, who gasped---more due to the fact that he wanted that
pointed knife thick in him---than from pain---and as the new fellow, with a
thick sword came at him...Pare jabbed it in his bellybutton, a large ridged
affair, straining out almost an inch. Pare cut into it and kept on
going. The other hand on this fellow had a curvy knife. Pare took it and
jabbed it alongside the first knife. He took the first knife out and jabbed
it back into the spear man, "Jealous I used it on someone else? Anyway,
it's YOURS!"  Pare, on this last word, shoved it deep. He then moved back
quickly, jumping. He took out both his swords again.

Aoi circled around and waved his swords through the air, sweeping away
arrows into the last of the skinny bellies of the arrow boys, who fell,
cumming on their own inner flexors and bony hips but he also swept a lot of
thrown spears. Ten arrow boys fell to their slow belly button deaths.




"Oh my navel!"

"He got me! He got me good!"

"He got me too! He got me right in my bellybutton!"

"Me bully buddon! Me tawwwwwww!"

"Oawww no! That ain't gonna finish me! I...I...owwww! Oh man, cum on man,
cum on, NOOO!"

But also five young spear boys, got their own spears back in them.

One spearboy, eager and youthful, spurted as he spiraled around and
around. "Oh! OH! Oh!" He held his spear in his own gut as though it were
his own dick. Cum spurted onto the wooden shaft and dripped off it as if it
were his own dick. "Damn! Lastly feels good!"  He shot again and again and
soon white liquid goo shot off the spear head into another of his spear
comrades. Their spears crossed and ripped some more of their belly buttons,
both on the outside ridges and the inside shallow walls and deeper where
the point touched on their innard meat! Nerves tingled and burned. Their
cold bellies grew warm in places.

"Oh wad a way to go DOWN!"

"Deep man! Deep! Feel the gods" gifts!"

"My future children scatter on the floor from the tip of my spear!"

Aoi laughed, "Shut up!"

Sole saw that there were only about five more left. Four guys with shields
and swords came at him. These guys wore armor plating on their chests but
their bellies were totally bare. Sole saw them all holding short swords. He
took his spear and jumped to both sides of them. They scattered but then
formed a line. Sole quickly jumped in front of them and put his spear on
the belly of one. That one looked at him like he was crazy, "What?"




Sole gave it a palm hit and the spear drove into the first guy. Sole
stepped back and watched. Aoi, finishing the vested boy in front of him and
letting that kid drop with a guffaw, turned to watch too. The lead guy
wondered why Sole stopped fighting. The second guy wondered about the lead
guy. Why wasn't he doing something? The lead guy stood there. Something
came across his facial expression. Sole grimaced. His lip curled. The third
guy lifted his shield and the other three, one behind and one in front, did
the same. Each man saw his stomach held something. The spear had gone
through the first male, into and through the belly button of the second,
out his bare eager flexing back, into the belly button deepie of the third
one and through his male meat and out his rigid back and into the big
outtie of the guy who was last. They all saw this and arched their backs as
one. Kicking they could not get off each other. Their dicks drew out and
long and unfurled from their foreskins, wet and pre cumming rather
quickly. Sole rounded on the second guy and enjoyed watching their
faces. The last one made his lower lip come all the way down as if he were
sorry. Sole went to him, "No man, enjoy it, you warrior. You a
warrior. Feel it to the end, kid!"

The kid nodded his head in understanding. He squatted a bit and his dick
erupted a cool glistening blast of sword like pain shooting way up on the
bare back in front of him. Each did likewise. The one in front finished
last, "I have no one to shoot on...."

Aoi leapt over the tomb lid and got in front to let the first one's seed
clump cum all over his chest and drip down it to his abs. Aoi smiled, "I
don't wanna leave ya out. You a humk!"

"That hunk?"

"Whatever!"  Aoi kissed the first guy and grabbed the spear end and moved
it around as if he were jerking a penis---not his own. The guys all groaned
and moaned. They dropped their shields and as one they moved toward the
left to fall down. Aoi held them up and on the other side, Sole took the
gore covered point end just under the spearhead. He helped Aoi hold them
up.

"This is fucking fun!"  Sole said.

"Told ya it was!"  Aoi kicked the spear end and the guys all flew one
way. "I wasn't sure I wanted to mess this beauty up!"  He took the cum on
his chest and rubbed it all over his sweaty Oriental Asian body. He made a
lot of it puddle and cluster in his nice round belly button.

"Damn! Only one more!"  Pare feigned sorrow, "I wan' more to slay!"  He
used his swords to fight a kid about his own age and size. The kid was
good. "You're good!"  Pare told him. "I'm better!"

"We'll see about that!"  The kid was arrogant.

"Cocky!"  Pare said, "I like that!"  He countered a few blows from the
kid's double pointed swords, one in each hand.

"You do?"

"Ya d'man! Damn yeah! It makes it so much hotter when I'm fighting ya that
you're cocky as hell. Besides you a beauty too!"

"So are you!"  The kid swung again but Pare ducked and hit one sword out of
the kid's right hand, "I particularly like your outtie belly button!"




"And I like your large shallow scarred one!"  Pare laughed and jumped over
the sword as the kid swung low. "Hey, no low bees!"

"Anyway I can!"

"You're outnumbered!"  Aoi said.

"You two stay out of this for a change, I wanna git him all on me own!"
Pare made the other sword go flying out of the kid's hands. Pare put his
swords away.

The kid stood there, looking defeated but trying to put on a brave face. He
caught his breath. It was too hard to breath and he couldn't talk any
longer. When he could, he gasped, "My...you are good. The
rumors....gasp...are ....puff puff, true."  He saw Pare pick up a long
knife, a straight one, thin but long and metal from a dying body.

Pare stuck the body in the button again, "Oh just die! Have the decency to
die already!"  The body spurned and putted away, rolling with belly
spasming. "Fuck that's better!"

The kid, all golden skinned and thick lipped, stood there and watched Pare
as Pare came up to him. He was hard. Both of them were. The kid's dick was
tight up against his tight thong. Pare stared at it and held his long
knife, it being almost a short sword, held it out. He looked at the kid's
beautiful light brown eyes and black braids that sprang from under the
headpiece. The kid's sweat was all over his smooth hairless skin, his neck,
his chest, his dark nipples, one of which was pierced--proving that this
kid might not have been just another warrior or slave. The kid's breath
spat on Pare's chest as Pare neared him, the weapon straight out between
them now--Pare moved it up as he slowly, ever so slowly moved in. The kid
stood his ground but as Pare put the point at the kid's belly button, the
kid gulped and yet lifted his head in defiance. "You can kilt me now, Pare
of Trio. I know of your kind's ways. You kill unarmed warriors."

Pare pushed him slowly back toward a stone wall, "Would you, as a warrior,
have it any other way?"

The kid shut his eyes, "No. So go on and do it," he said slower.  He could
feel his bare back now against the stone wall coldness. Pare moved in and
the point pressed against the skin but didn't break it.

Pare smiled and moved the point in a bit, just enough to bite into the
button's back wall and then he jerked it and removed it. "Reach for the
sky!"

The kid opened his eyes and gulped, "You mean?"

Pare put up his hands, "Like that."

"You mean..."




"Yeah, reach for the sky!"

"You mean you're gonna let me live?"

Pare nodded yes but said, "NO!"  As he said it, at the same time, he
quickly shoved the full straight of his long knife/short sword into the
kid's nice belly button! The kid's back hit the wall as did the point that
just pile drove through his innards. His still upraised hands lowered and
touched Pare's shoulders. Pare nodded, "It's just that I always wanted to
say that!"  Pare swiveled the weapon and had to swivel it some more to
disengage it from the kid's nice body. Letting go of Pare's bony shoulders,
the kid twisted against the brick wall, hip to hip. He was trying to bare
the pain. To out wait it. To outlive it. "Fuck man, I always wanted to slay
that!"  Pare saw the button hole and saw some small part of it
untouched. He drove the weapon in again, this time slower.

"You! You bastard! Slay me forever!"  The kid smiled as Pare unstuck him
and the kid fell, no, threw himself against Pare in one more act of
defiance.  Yet there was something undeniably sexy about having someone
else in control of your life ...and your death.

Pare took out his own small knife and stuck the belly again and drove it up
to the kid's heart. The kid gasped and sucked air in. Pare rubbed the kid's
dying body against his own dick and lower body. He could feel the kid's
sprawling legs, muscled and thick for the kid's small stature---just like
his own---against his own thighs and thick frontal legs. "Good moves, kid
but ..."

As Pare said it, the kid, his head getting lowered by Pare to Pare's own
chest middle, said it with Pare, "...not good enough..."  They said it
together. The kid finished with the last word, HIS last word, "I know I'm
not good enouffffffffahhh.."

Gently for once, Pare laid the kid down in a heap. Pare breathed
in. "Whoa. Whooo, that was good. Felt great!"

Aoi nodded approval and smiled. "A proud death."

That was the last thing the kid ever heard as he expired and in a fluid DNA
like way.

Sole took the Ankh spear off Matre and cut the bonds from Matre's ankles
and wrists. He managed to poke his knife point into Matre's button to
tickle the wolf -vampire-witch-warlock-werewolf-mummy zombie boy. Matre
squealed with delight, "Thanks....for saving me."  He took a look around,
saw all the dead or still dying smooth viral bodies, "Oh yum, lunch!
Thanks!"

"Why don't we get outta here before more of them come," Sole said, being
the most logical one.

"But I told you, I'm hungry and besides, I told you, I need to stay in that
tomb," Matre declared.

"...in order to find a way out of here?"  Aoi asked.

"This land, yeah," Matre said.

"Oh just come with us," Pare put a foot up on a dead smooth hip of a fallen
foe.

"Yes, we'll find a way out of here and you won't have to be in that," Sole
said with disgust, "...for your whole existence."

"But it's not, my spirit can roam free," Matre smiled, "Now can I eat?"

"All right," Sole said, "But think about coming with us."

"I already did that," Matre said, smiling even more and showing his fangs,
"Now I must transfer these into my stomach..."

"Cor?!"  Pare said, "All 40?"

"Yeah, sure," Matre smiled.

As he began, Sole said, "Conference, outside...."  Aoi nodded and motioned
to Pare to follow him out the stone exit. "Do we...?"

The storm has subsided and the glistening heat was even worse than before
but the landscape had changed...it was more dust covered and with higher
sand mounds. But the three boys could not see much of the sand or the
land. Something else covered it....hunky male bodies of all shapes and
sizes and body style.  Before Trio could even react, they realized they
were in trouble. For all over the mounds of sand and hillsides were
thousands of Egyptian soldiers. "They didn't come alone!"  Sole gasped.

"Neither did we!"  Aoi spouted.

"Will you stop the cum jokes! This is serious!"  Sole said, "Not even we
can take this many of em!"

"Fuck that!"  Pare waved his sword up in the air, "We sure can try!"  The
Egyptian army charged at them in one loud roar, the combined screams of
thousands. Pare smiled. Sole looked at them. Aoi bit his lip and took up
his battle stance. "This is the life," Pare yelled.

TO BE CONTINUED...