Date: Fri, 11 Apr 2008 16:04:46 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO  5

The warm wind blew over four bodies. Two were in the middle, younger,
boyish, stuck on two pikes. One pike was in the back of the Puerto Rican
boy and out his navel into the navel of the darker Oriental mixture of a
boy, out his back. The other was in the back of the dark kid and into the
belly button of the Puerto Rican kid. They were hugging each other and
their lips were locked, hips touching, chests rubbing as they slowly moved
in both unconscious, involuntary movements as well as conscious
movements. There were two others with them. Both were muscle teens. Both
had their navels stuck also--one was stuck by the pike being put through
the Puerto Rican boy by his comrade--the other muscle teen. This one was
sticking the Oriental looking darker kid through him and into the comrade's
belly button. The pike seemed gone between the boys' bellies as their
bellies rubbed on each other. The teens were stabbing through the kids into
each other and out their own backs. Their slowing movements created a mix
of untimed legs, arms, and mouths. Their jerkings and strugglings would
soon end. Now as it looked a tangled weave of motion swept over them but
each moving in their direction, trying to free themselves, however each
motion gave them a ripping raw feeling in their navels, making it painful
and more pleasurable for them. Soon, they would be unmoving and dead.

Also dead...again...was a beautiful blond boy under a yellow net weighted
down with metal ball weights. Yet he awakened. The blond was now trying to
get up but couldn't. He was on his haunches, his feet were not fully on the
ground, just the front of his feet, his arches were off the ground as he
strained to get the net off of him. His stomach was bent over as his back
bent to get the net off. He was so low he thought he would fall over but
held himself up. Crouching.

A horse rode up and the Senior Leader got off it and walked over to the
younger leader, "This is one of the trio that has been terrorizing our
Torture Boys and patrols?"

"Yes sir, we think so," the Younger said, "Did my messenger tell you about
his power?"

"Yes, but I fail to believe in it."

"We have all witnessed it three times already. Perhaps you should..."

"I shall," the Senior moved up to the struggling Sole, for that was his
name. The Younger watched impassive while the messenger got off the horse
also, smiling wryly. A few of the younger soldiers were smiling but some
were just wide eyed. A few licked their lips.

Sole stopped struggling to watch the Senior come up to the net. He tried to
reach out to him, to grab him, to get free. The Senior looked back at the
Younger and removed his sword and without any show of faceful emotion,
jabbed it into the net and into Sole's belly button. "Arrggghhh!"  Sole
gasped, "You coward! Owwwwww!"  Sole bent over the sword, moved his head
back, "Owwwwhuhhhhh!"  He shut his eyes and grit his teeth. Then he arched
his head back but tilted it back down to look at his own belly button. The
Senior had stopped the point six inches in. Sole thought that was
it. Crouched over, he could still see it all, his well defined abs
punctured in the center.

"I want to be sure."  The Senior said as he moved his elbow in.


This gave the sword the effect of sliding in more. Sole saw it do so. The
silver metal just slid in, his stomach muscled not holding it at all--for
the older man was strong. Sole felt it go in and he kind of liked
it. "Ohhhhh yeahhhhhuhhhhhh!"  He bent over it and started to fall. The
Senior moved the sword in as far as he could and Sole felt it go out his
back, hitting past his spine. Before he fell sideways under the weight of
the net, Sole felt it go out of him.

The Senior Leader majestically pulled the sword out in one swift move. Sole
felt nothing where something was seconds before. He fell over. "Now we will
see."

A few minutes went by and Sole lived again, angry and fervently trying to
get out of the net again. He yelled, "I'll kill you! You all!"

"Amazing," the Senior Leader said. "Take him to the king. Our king will
have use for him."

Four soldiers came to grab up Sole but they had trouble. They held him
bodily but then turned him upright, two holding his legs and two holding
his arms but Sole's efforts at struggling made them drop him a few
times. Two more men came over to help hold him, heaving him up. Another,
young soldier moved to him, "Lower him a bit."  Sole was on his back, his
stomach facing the sky but they didn't lower him completely to the
ground. The young soldier had his knife raised high over Sole and found the
belly button as Sole stopped his movements. He jabbed it right down without
compunction and stabbed deeply.

Sole tried to bent at it but the net still on him, stopped
him. "Arrrrrrrghhhhh, shit! Yeahhhh, do it again! Ohffffffff!"

The young one removed it and looked as Sole jerked. He stabbed it down
again.

As Sole moaned, the Younger stated, "Kill him as many times as you have to
in order to get him to the castle. If he continues to struggle, slay him
over and over until we get there."


At the same time, the sun glistened down on the four bodies that were
coming to a standstill...but it took a long time for all four to stop
moving, kicking, writhing. But eventually they did. In that sunshine, a
hazy outline of a form appeared. It seemed to be a human
male. Translucent. It was a Native American floating above the
four. Between trees. It came down toward them but the moccasins did not yet
touch the sandy floor. When they did the figure solidified more: it was a
male about 17. He had long silky hair down to the middle of his back. more
bushy to the sides almost feathered in the late 70s early 80s style. His
lite brown eyes were far apart and this, along with his high cheekbones and
flat nose, made him exceedingly handsome. He had broad shoulders but it was
his chest that was his best feature: it was well defined, almost barrel but
not quite. He had thick dark nipples, his left one had a piercing: a small
wooden replica of an Indian spear with the spear head pointed in to the
other nipple. His stomach had the usual curves along the sides, giving it
that ironing board effect but it wasn't overly muscular. In its center
between two bony and strong hips, stretched flat along the stomach was a
navel. This navel was more horizontal and yet rounded on the sides. There
was a large ridge on top but none on the bottom. A swirl made the design go
upward into the navel up to the ridge. It was large and swirled upward. The
ridge covered it. His sturdy and well developed legs steadied him as he
landed. Around one ankle there was a leather rope tied to a feather. Around
his upper thigh was another on the opposite leg.

The Indian reached over and saw Pare and Aoi. He went to the teen behind
Pare and grabbed the pike out of the hand of that teen. He removed the pike
from the tangle. He repeated the movement with the other pike from the back
of this same teen, pulling out of the back, making it leave the hand of the
teen behind Aoi. The Native then dragged Pare and Aoi away from the two
muscle deadies and laid Aoi on his back, spread out. Gentley he placed Pare
on top of Aoi, facing him. He put his tongue between their open mouths as
they drooled in death. He licked. A greenish glow grew between them. It
slowly enlarged.  Aoi's eyes blinked and then slowly opened to a tired
stare. Pare's eyes opened and his cheeks gave color.  Aoi hugged Pare; Pare
put his legs between Aoi, for both were still naked. They rubbed. Aoi
breathed on Pare's neck. Pare put his head down Aoi's neck. He could feel
the breath on his head now. He breathed on Aoi's chest as he dipped his
head to it.

The Indian smiled but watched as the green glow grew. It encompassed the
two teens. The Indian saw this, "No," he said. He went over to the two
bodies. He picked up the pikes and moved the two teens away from each
other. He drove one pike into the stomach of one and out his back. Then he
repeated this movement with the other. The teens, still dead, didn't feel
it ...yet. He moved back to watch impassively. He saw their feet start to
stir.

Aoi moved Pare, "Get offa me."  He sat up as he moved Pare onto his back.

Pare sat up too, "What?"

"What's happening?"  Aoi asked.

They saw the two teens stir and move. The two grabbed at the pikes in
them. "Ohhh, oh, oh, oh, aohhhh!"  The two kicked as the pikes were sort of
in them but their wounds were healed. They kicked and this made Aoi and
Pare harder than they were.

"Damn!"  Pare said.

As the teens groaned, the Indian walked up them. Aoi repeated, "What the
hell happened?"

"A freaky wizard kid set these two steriod muscle heads to kill us and they
did kill us but this Native American dude just healed us and brought us
back from the dead."

"That is correct," the Indian said bluntly. He walked over to them with
Pare's clothes over one of his arms and Aoi's over the other. "Your
clothing."

"Wait a minute," Aoi stood up in more ways than one. "Who are you?"

"I am called Kiko. I will explain as you dress."

"All right but it better be good," Aoi scoffed.

"He just brought us back to life, the least you could do is...hey, where
Sole go?"


Six males dropped the net and Sole to the floor of the blue bed
chamber. "Leave us," the king said. The six males left but the Younger
Leader came in. "You want what?"

The king was being watched now by the revived Sole. Their eyes locked. The
king looked at these blue pearls with envy and lust. The Younger looked
scared...of both the king and the reviving Sole. "Sire, forgive me but did
the Section Leader explain to you the power of this one?"

"Yes," the king said. Sole eyed the king. He was young, with black eyes and
curly black hair which went down past his ears. He had a Roman nose and
classical handsome looks yet was somewhat effeminate. The king wore only
blue bikini briefs, showing a worked out body. His shoulders were broad,
his stomach skinny but compact and six packed. The king had a thick innie
that seemed in its deepness to pop out a bit. He had fine legs too. A
golden crown was worn amid the curly head of hair. Sole found himself hard
but he saw the king was fully erect and Sole felt prideful that the king
was hard---it was looking at Sole that made the King hard and Sole knew
this. "Yes," the king turned to the Younger, "He did."

"He is very dangerous. Before I stopped him, he slew 15 of my men...."

"One of each year he's been alive, no doubt."

"Are you sure you want me to leave?"

"Go!" The king snapped, "I can take care of myself."

"As you command."

As the Younger Leader left, the king took the net off Sole. Sole stood up
slowly. The king said, "You have nothing to fear from me. I just need your
help."

"That is one hellva way to get me to help. Who are you? You seem very young
to be a king, watcha do kill your father?"

"My brother. He killed our father."

"Nice family."

"My men have told me of a great power you have and I have need of."

"That. I seem to recall more and more each time I die but I, at first,
couldn't remember what was happening," Sole stared off into space. "Even
now, I am not sure of what is going on."  He leaned on a bedpost near him
but shook himself off it. The king watched his abs flex and relax as he did
so.

"It's nothing that you seem to be able to control. All I ask is that you do
not try to escape. You won't be killed..."


Sole moved toward the king but the king quickly whipped up a large golden
sword off his bed spread. He took it and leveled straight into Sole's belly
button and jabbed it in hard from there. Sole looked at the king,
"You....liar..."  Sole tried to stay standing up, "Whaaa? Ahuhhhaahhhh?"

"Let's see if they tell the truth, you see they sometimes exaggerate to
show that they were not afraid..."  The king shoved.

"Ohhhh," Sole's head went back, his hair down his shoulders. He nodded,
trying to shake it off. He stared at the king with condemnation and
accusation, "You bastardddaahhhh! NNNNNNNNN! Huhhuhhuh."  The king
twisted. Sole started to lose his height.

As Sole started to dip to the ground, the king kept the sword digging but
now at a new angle as he had to work it in to keep it from slipping out of
the outtie-innie ridged navel. He had it pointing down. "Owwwohhhhh! No!"

"That feels good, admit it, you beauty," the king said. He angled it
down. Sole fell over his own legs, his stomach stretched out, his feet
under his buttox.

Sole breathed over and over, trying to bear it, "I..I
can....nnuhhhhnottttt. Huh!"  He squirming on the floor.

"I have to be sure."  To do so, he mangled Sole's belly button, "Nothing
could survive that!"

Sole moaned, groaned, yelled and even laughed as he decided the pleasure
and pain was worth it.

This king moved the sword every which way and made a mess out of Sole's
stomach hole. "If you really can heal..."

"No! You...huhhhhhhhh."  Sole breathed his last....again.

The king waited and watched. When Sole came back to life, the king stabbed
him again slowly and had his way with Sole several times...at least three
times more, molesting him sexually and ripping his stomach to shreds in the
process.

The second time, with each jab in and successive jab, Sole grunted as both
he and the king jerked to cumming, "Aaaaaah!"  Jerk. "Aaaahh!"
Jerk. "Aaaahhhhhhh!"  Jerk and cum!

When he had had enough, the king called for his men. Sole, dying again in
a slow heap, heard the king say, "He will make an excellent addition to our
show. In fact..."  The king pointed at him, "HE will be the next show....in
our arena."

"Arena?"  Sole snorted as he died with a last breath again.