Date: Sat, 28 Jun 2008 08:40:55 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO  52

Forest. Dense, thick. Yet the sound of a beach. Waves crashing. Sole was on
his back. Against a rock. Under a pine tree of some kind. His eyes focused
and he saw....standing over him...

French. Taller. Geurre's belly button amid a ring of tight abs. Sole saw
Geurre's stomach tense and mount a curved abby look. Thin rapier. Pointed
down right at Sole's own belly button...  "So Sole of the famous Trio, who
killed me..."

"What? I don't remember you."

Geurre stuck the rapier thin point down a bit and it bit into Sole's navel
outtie/innie, making some outtie of the innie parts. Sole winced and jerked
up slightly. "Don't remember?"  Beginning to rim Sole's belly button with
the thin point, Geurre laughed, "Of course not, I'm just one in a sea of
nameless faces you and your friends have slain dead...I believe the Puerto
Rican one is the one who slew me in my belly button...but you, Sole, have
no soul..."  The rimming went round his navel, tickling it and cutting at
the same time. Sole felt an electric charge go through him for being
stabbed by this good looking male victor. The French boy stuck in as Sole
actually managed to stand, "...now."

Sole stood up, the razor thin blade filling his navel hole but not in a
tight fit. His stomach tensed as he stood, the pain making his penis come
undone from his loin cloth. Hard up against his belly. Pressing his belly
button bottom and making the rapier move ever so slightly upward, causing a
new kind of pinching pain in his button. "Now?"

"Now it time for you to die...blondie..."

The rapier circled Sole's ridge but from the bottom of it and dug in. Sole
saw the green eyes and streaked blond-brown mocha hair of the French
kid. As he stood the rapier followed, keeping straight on in.

Geurre smiled and moved ever so slightly toward Sole, "I want this to last
ever so long..."

Sole tried to back off but he said, "Ohhh, it felt so good...more..."  So
he moved forward as if to grab Geurre, knowing it would be futile. But it
would allow him to experience more of the great pain again. His dick was
covered with glistening thick pre cum which dripped, almost like it were
cum. He stood his ground and spread his legs. His dick grew hotter.

>From the water Aoi stood up, "Sole!"


Sole turned slightly. Geurre looked past his victim to see the Asian
Phillipino boy, "So another one. More grist for my mill..."  Sole turned
back, "Let him see this..."

Aoi saw Sole's nicely muscled spread back muscles but suddenly something
popped out the lower back, a razor thin wobbling rapier. "NO! It should be
me! I killed you, Dwayne!"

Sole looked down as the thin blade wobbled in his belly and behind inside
his inner most organs. He felt his belly wobble with it and against it,
different directions. His dick, pressed between flesh and loin cloth, spat
and caused a long cum line to splash up at Geurre's face.

"Sole!"  Aoi ran, dripping wet, his own dick hard from seeing this, "Sole!"
He came toward the beach area.

Geurre wobbled the rapier around as he heard a sound from the forest. From
it, came a black boy. A black kid named Dwayne, big outtie belly button
that looked almost like an arrow stuck on the end of a Hershey chocolate
kiss. Aoi remembered him, "Dwayne, that traitor!"

Sole stood as the rapier remained and Geurre turned Sole with it as he
faced his new black enemy.

It was Dwayne, one of the kids they were allied with in the gladiator
school/prison of Nolo's. Dwayne had been teamed up in the arena with Aoi
but after helping Aoi and having Aoi save his life many times in that last
battle of his, Dwayne had turned his spear on Aoi but Aoi killed him with
great relish.  Dwayne looked a bit different. His spear was still the
African type but it had multi colored feathers on it. His hair was done up
differently with a kind of stalk tied up straight over his head. He had war
paint on his face or maybe it was blood, for it was red. He had on only a
straw like loin cloth and nothing else. He had a metal ring around his
bicep and tricep on his right arm. He looked a bit older too.

Geurre smiled, "So face me, young black stud. See this one..."  He shook
the rapier and Sole moaned, still on his feet. The rapier was coming back
out, Aoi saw it vanish from the back going into Sole again. With victory,
Geurre totally removed it in one quick motion now and Sole stood. Geurre
looked at him and smiled, "Be a good chap and fall now."  Sole did and fell
with a great groan. "Now, you still want to face me? My steel against your
spear..."

"Wrong...my spear against your bellly button..."  Dwayne did what Aoi knew
he would: take the easy way out and why not? He might have done it that way
too. Or maybe not. Aoi would want to have the tingle in his hand as his
spear pierced flesh. Anyway as Sole pushed up again, Geurre stabbed him
with the rapier again but didn't realize that the spear was flying through
the air at his belly button. DIRECT HIT! Geurre spun and the rapier ripped
out of Sole's side, taking the entire belly button with it. Sole fell for a
last time, making a splashing sound and a loud gutteral sound. He shook in
the sand and made it fly a bit. Aoi just reached him and saw Geurre in
front of hiim.

The French boy had his button totally squished in by the pointed spearhead,
the feathers so far in that only a few of their tails could be seen. "No,
fair, no, no, no fair! Cheat!"


Dwayne ran up to him, "But I win!"  He spat in his face and ripped his dick
out and used that to spit on Geurre's chest. Geurre spun but Dwayne pulled
out the spear, bringing intestine with it. He then plunged it with two
hands into Geurre's heart. "Tickly tickly!"

"Tickle?"  Geurre felt his beating heart slow as metal and wood from the
spear invaded chamber after chamber. Then Dwayne just dropped him as Aoi
ran at him, grabbing Geurre's rapier from his flailing hand.

"Oh not this time, chinka dink!"  Dwayne grabbed Aoi's wrist and made the
rapier fall. Aoi, still wet, got wetter with the battle. He grabbed
Dwayne's wrists and pulled. Dwayne pulled back and fell onto his back. Aoi
alighted on Dwayne's upper feet with his own booted feet. They clung to
each other. Dwayne jerked his wrist and flew the spear between them. Aoi
could see the black boy's big round outtie, thick and leathery and sticking
out far, vanish as the flat spear beginning was half on top it. Like a
giant peg, it was smushed by the spear end but the other end was the
point...and it was now coursing against Aoi's chest and made a slight scar
there. Dwayne smiled, his big round outtie, thick and very large diameter
pushing the spear. They held hands, Dwayne on his back. He made the spear
point find its way down the chest into Aoi's belly button. Then Dwayne,
with all his might, arched up, made his pelvis push as far as he could,
making Aoi get it full in his shallow button. The spear pushed as Dwayne
tensed all his abs and shoved with them.

Aoi yelled, "That's it Dwayne! Now you're killin' the right person!
Letmehaveit!!!!Hard!"

The spear end in his belly button made him hard as hell and his lite brown
loin cloth was visibly wet with a load that contained in it, would soon
spill out the leg areas. Aoi tried to move back but Dwayne pulled his
wrists down and Aoi lost his footing fully and fell! His belly slid down
the spear, feathers fully vanishing into Aoi's yellow/brown, wet slick
stomach.

"Hmmph! MMMM!"

As Aoi met Dwayne, spear in him, Dwayne grabbed Aoi's back and Aoi felt
Dwayne's spillage on his legs. Dwayne felt Aoi's tight belly against his as
the spear end stayed where it was even as the two bodies wobbled a bit.

"AA-HN-GG!!"

 Dwayne hugged Aoi close to him, black hands around yellow/brown bare wet
back. Dicks exploded between them.

"Shl-MPF!"

Aoi shook. Their bodies jerked on each other. The spear was out Aoi's lower
back but pressed with the flat end still on Dwayne's button. Forcing it
into Aoi's!


"Oh ...man! YEAH! This is it! It's fuckin out!"  They both said. "Cum out!!
CUMMMMMMMAHHH!"

"Ahhh, yeah watch it! C'mon! UNH! UNH! UNH!"

"Yeah shoot dat cum all ovah me!"

"I lasteddddddd reallll longahhhh! NOONE EVER FELT THIS BEFOREEErofork!"

"Wrong slant eyes, you and your friends, kilt others like this. They felt
it! Now you die!"

Aoi died on Dwayne's neck. And whole body. His head fell onto Dwayne's
neck, drooling. His tongue came out. Dwayne tossed the Asian aside, the
spear sticking between them with blood, cum, and sweat. Dwayne had to
physically remove it with his hands now. His own button was sore.

He turned on his side and watched Aoi's body flop in the sand, not far from
Sole's and the French brat. He rubbed his black dark abs. "Man, that be
fun! Tire me out. I wish...more..."

"WISH GRANTED!"  A large muscled man but short and stocky had a long bone
sword and jabbed it in Dwayne's upturned stomach. Dwayne turned onto his
back to resist and try to get up. He wouldn't.

"I know you! Damn Pict! Beneath me!"

 "We all the same here," a large shouldered but shorter stocky, dark boy
jerked the bone left and right in Dwayne, causing him to grunt and grit his
teeth with withstanding sounds. Brude stepped closer and put a foot on
Dwayne's bare hip. "I'm Brude, a Pict."  He was totally nude with a large
penis dangling.

"Why does everyone or anyone who kill me, put a foot on my hip?"

"It make a good footing. Bony and strong at same time! DIE!"  Brude ground
Dwayne's belly button and moved the bone sword all around. Dwayne died a
great death, his navel a pool of gore. His big long thick outtie navel like
a volcano bursting!

"GARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! NAW! DANG! CUT IT OUT!"

"I am man, I am," the Pict said. He took the spear out and left a huge hole
that filled with air. He then dove the spear into the black boy's heart,
finishing him. The kid jerked to a stillness that gave Brude the A sense of
superiority. Until an arrow entered his chest. He spun around and fell.


A white albino boy and a mulatto African American kid were firing
arrows. And laughing. They wore only the thinnest of string thongs, blue
and red. They vanished. Or rather the land around them did.

When the albino and mulatto reappeared it was in a valley of rocks between
two mountains. On a slab of rock tied tight was Sole. Spread to the mass,
legs and arms, belly taut. "Oh man," the albino aimed.

"I wanna!"  The mulatto said and slapped the arrow of his lover downward.

"But...hey how bout together?"  The albino looked at him with wide eyed awe
like a person who was about to get the best gift of his life.

"Yeah!"  The mulatto strung up his arrow in his bow string. The albino did
the same.

Within seconds, twin arrows, long shafts of death sped toward Sole's
unsuspecting belly as the sun shone down in his eyes. He felt them enter at
the same time. One thin point sailing effortlessly into the top of his
belly button, the outtie part, causing deep severe sereing pain. The other
cut him in the innie, pulverizing any muscles there. Sole arched outward as
far as he could. His loin cloth gave under the strained dick and wetness
appeared to spread, "UrrggggNNNNNNNNNNaga! Garrrrrngghh!"

Sole's torso shook, every ab strained and out. The shafts wiggled in him as
he drove his back backward now into the rock he was strung out on. The rock
was tilted slightly, not quite up, in fact more down than up but not
totally horizontal either. Sole's hands were chained so he couldn't grab at
the twin shafts of death.

"Another?"  The albino said.

"Yep!"  The mulatto already strung his bow again, "Get ready. We'll drive
em in more!"

They fired. The two new shafts hit the first two and drove them in
more. The albino made a fist and waved it in victory.

"Bullseye!!!!"  The mulatto yelled.

Sole strained out again and yelled, shutting his eyes. His loin cloth
popped off and his dick, hanging out, popped straight up now and spat white
wildness into the air. He wet his own belly, dripping with whiteness which
ran down into the two on two arrows in him. His button was gone now but
parts of it, not hit, were still chunked out between the two
shafts. Another two arrows found the parts that were missed.
"Narrrrrghhhhh! NOOOOOO! Finish me! Finish it!"

"This is so much more fun this way!"  The albino yelled back. He put
another arrow in his bow.

"Sole!"  Pare came running.


Sole was in too much pain to realize the full impact of what was happening,
"Again?!!"  He strained but then all the life went out of him and his
entire body relaxed and dropped, the shafts slinging down somewhat, the
original ones hitting the rock behind his bare, slick, tanned, wet
back. His dick went slumped down and leaked the last of his juicy white
cum, drip by drip.

>From thin air, Aoi appeared too. He was next to Pare. They ran toward Sole
but they saw his gimp, limp form. Suddenly as they skirted over large
boulder rocks, figures appeared in front of them. Jolo. Jolo, the slave
master was a very muscular man, a man with a pretty face, blue eyes, a
boyish ruddy color. He had a reddish color to his skin but not an unhealthy
look. He also had more muscles and bumps on his body as that of a
bodybuilder. He had short cut hair and a pair of leather pants cut off at
the calves and brown boots. The pants were tied before they ended but his
stomach was flat and his navel was more horizontal but was round and big
with a swirl upending into the top. He has a boyish presence but was
intimidating.

 Beni. A Cuban aide, a 20 year old who was even more muscled and more
imposing with a stern face. If anyone looked at him, they would have said
he was African American but he wasn't. He was very dark though. Flat
stomach with nice abs. The two, with almost 100 percent muscle, liked to
watch the boys as they slept and they would jerk off over the cell or
through the bars with each other. Another one of Nolo's boys.

Ivo. A large 19 year old with no body fat. Ivo wore a stone pouch over his
privates held by string and brown boots, nothing more. He had a sword in
his right hand and a large spear in his left. A serrated knife was at his
right hip, sticking in between the stone pouch and where his leg met
torso. He had thick arms but not so thick that he couldn't move them. He
also had muscular legs, calves, thighs, and upper legs. His lats were tight
and flexed.  Ivo had brown hair, cut short on the sides and crewcut in the
back. In front, he had two long pieces of hair hanging over his blue
eyes. A Thoros clone warrior, this time with some personality and
intelligence, Ivo was Nolo's prime beef gladiator...until he was killed by
Bazian, the red headed kid who never killed anyone before that brutal last
fight in the arena.

Another one, a thick necked guy with long brown hair to his ears. Pare
recognized this one as Marshall X.He was big, tall, thickly muscled, with a
nose ring, an ear ring in his left ear, and a barb wire tattoo around his
arm. His loin cloth hung loosely as if he didn't care what he wore and his
abdominal were thick and strong. His veins stood out on his arms and
legs. He was a man's man, he thought. Macho. He held a thick long sword in
one hand and a serrated army knife in the other hand. He roared like an
animal. He had some chest hair but not much. He grit his teeth when before
he spoke. "Haaaaaa! Wimpy puny boys, you will die now!"

Pare realized, "Hey, Aoi, I killed that guy! Remember? At the beach?"

"Yes I DO! And that one, Ivo, was killed by Bazian!"

Ivo laughed, "Aoi! You were itching to give it to me in my belly button the
moment you saw my cute ass!"


"Yeah and now I'll get my wisssshhhhhshhhhshhhhh!"  An arrow shot by the
albino spotted into Aoi's belly button. It whizzed him back a bit but he
held his ground. Everyone turned to see the albino smiling and raising his
bow in a HOORAY!  mode. While he did Aoi looked down at his tender belly
now invaded by a thick wooden shaft. Ended by a point in him. He felt it
inside his muscles. He felt it like he would feel up Pare's and Sole's
body. He looked up as another one struck him. He didn't let this one move
him. "GRNNgrrruuuhhhnnntttahhhh!"  He huffed out a relaxing breath but a
third one hit the first and imbedded it in more. He grabbed the third one's
shaft but the two other shafts moved against his forearms. He groaned
loudly from the pain the trio caused him. The bodybuilders all laughed at
him.

"NOOOO!"  Pare yelled.

Aoi turned to him, "You...you have no weapons...you must..."

Pare looked at him as though he were crazy, "No!"

"And stay behind me so those
little.....lill...ill..ill...oh...huh...uhhhggh....ahhh...that does things
to me...you know....fuckers won't shoot you tooooOHHhoa. Whoa, that's fine
feelin!"

Pare was behind Aoi now and he held him around his arms. Another arrow
impacted the second and tore the point through Aoi's solid Asian
muscle. Pare looked down and saw his own stomach, just above his outtie
bellybutton get scratched from the blood covered arrow in Aoi's stomach as
it protruded quite quickly out Aoi's lower back and nubbed above Pare's
outtie. Pare moved back a bit.

Ivo looked at the two arrow boys, "You, skinny and bones...they're...or at
least he...is our kill!"

Aoi turned to Pare, "Do it!"  The arrow shaft ends brushed Pare's abs and
belly button. Pare ripped all the arrow out of Aoi and Aoi screamed and
tried to stand. But he whirled and fell to his knees. Ivo came up to him
before Pare could move, for Pare was stunned, saddened and in a way also
happy for Aoi, to die so gloriously and in such pain and pleasure.

Ivo took his knife, serrated and LONG and stuck it into Aoi's belly
button. He then took the spear and shoved it, sliding it against the knife
so that both meshed inside Aoi, sliding and slipping and cutting human
parts inside them and against them and along them. Ivo laughed as Aoi
stared down and looked up at him.


Another muscle warrior appear. A fifth was someone named Vlad, a much older
guy with a HUGE belly button. No shirt on. Brown denim cut off shorts and
brown work boots. He also had brown hair over his ears and down to his
neck.  Pare was enraged and rushed at him and took the arrows and jammed
them in just above Vlad's bellybutton...for there was a deep cleft there
that Pare just wanted to strike. Unfortunately as Vlad went down, Ivo came
up behind Pare and dropped all his weapons. He put a bear hug on Pare and
pulled him away from the falling and dying Vlad, who OWWWWeddd himself to a
long sticky death as he arched his back over and over and tried to get up,
only to have himself turn onto his stomach and the arrows in him. He fell
on them and they slid sideways cutting him up more and more!

"Letgoof me! Letgoofme!"  Pare struggled but Ivo nodded to his comrades
amid the dying sounds of Aoi and Vlad.

Aoi was still on his knees but as he cam thick white cum loads, which shot
out of all area of his loin cloth, he buckled and jerked forward and then
backward. The other bodybuilders were laughing.

As Aoi fell in a pulsating, now quiet jerk off, Ivo yelled at them to come
to him. Jolo laughed and his while tight body bucked as he did, "Ain't he
cumming at you nuff?"

Pare head butted back into Ivo and knocked him back a bit but Ivo didn't
let go. Jolo and Beni came forth and took Pare's ankles and lifted. Pare
faced upward, stomach to the sky. Ivo had both his hands. "You get over
here!"

Marshall X came over to them, "Gladly. This one is the one who killed me by
popping outta the water."

"Yeah and I'd do it again! Leavegoame! Leave me go."  Pare yelled, "And
I'll take you all one on one!"

"Ahh, fair play?"  Marhall smiled, "From Trio? I DON'T THINK SO!"

He had already picked up a fallen metal spike, brown and sort of rusted,
thin at the top point and not much thicker than that. He saw it had two
points. He jabbed it hard into the rock ground and it stood up now. Ivo
yelled again, "Cum over here!"

Marshall did and then he went over to them and held Pare's left ankle so
Ivo could hold his right. "Turn him over," Marshall commanded and together,
even with the Puerto Rican struggling furiously, they managed to do it.

They turned Pare over and his bellybutton hovered directly over the pointed
spike!

TO BE CONTINUED...

NOTES: Brude is the Pict from TRIO 20 until his death much later; the
albino and mulatto were Nolo's chief killers on the stands above the
arena--I believe they were introduced in 20 but presumably they were there
when Umtra was slain in THE BORED GLADIATOR and Simon rocked the house in
the spinoff THE ADVENTURES OF SIMON 1 (between TRIO 11 and TRIO 12) --
alternately there is such a high and quick turnover for Nolo's workers,
Thoros warriors, gladiators, and arrow boys that maybe they just started
just before episode 20; Ivo was Nolo's main gladiator, a Thoros from 23 and
he killed by Bazian; Dwayne is from 21 but presumably was in the cell in
20; Marshall X was from 13, and Vlad is from Derek's staple of stabbed
hunks.  Beni and Jolo were Nolo's Gladiator Master's barracks master (Jolo)
and his aide (Beni) and they were also supposedly trainers but they were
just assigned to Trio's cell before Trio arrived (20) but were not in the
story really until 22 and they were killed by Trio later on. Whew!