Date: Sun, 29 Jun 2008 08:28:33 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO  53

The celebration of Trio's past continues...

And now on TRIO 53...



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?"  Marshall 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!

Pare stopped trying to get free for a few minutes. His belly loosened and
actually came closer to the spike. "I'dink he likes it," Jolo said,
mocking. Pare's felt his belly move out and then he tried to tuck it
inward, his smooth abs showing. This got his dick hard and it jutted,
pushing against the leather of his loin cloth. That hurt. Pain in the
dickslit and the head as it wanted out. The thought of that pointy spike in
him made him want it and he found himself smiling as they lowered him
closer.


Something about them being all bigger than he and holding him, two on his
ankles, two at his wrists, putting their hands on his arms also. Shifting
all the time. Pare thought "my belly button is over this long spike stickin
out of the ground, hovering. As I thrash about, trying to get free, they
lower me a bit and I actually cut myself trying to get free, then they
lower me onto the spike and I cut myself as I move to and tro and up and
down, cutting my navel into my upper belly and lower belly above and below
it, squishing it into my areas where there should be no button...and then
they just let me go so that I fall full force onto the spike and it meshes
through me...and out me back!"

It made Pare hard thinking about it but it was happening just as he
imagined. "NO!"  But inside he was saying YES! DO IT! "NOO!"  Yeah man, put
my button outtie right on the fucking tip of that rusted old pointy sharp
thing! He felt the tip enter his navel as he thrashed. It cut him and his
moving around actually made him get it in the belly button rougher. "NOOO!"
Yeah, right on it, Pare thought, feels so fine!

Pare brought his stomach as far back as he could to his spine. His belly
button came off the point but then he had to breath out sometime. He held
it for as long as he could...or maybe he didn't. For he knew he really
wanted to feel that thing in his belly button again. And again.

"Man! He's ripped!"  Beni laughed out in his Cuban accent.

"Letgoame!"  Pare yelled but thought, IF YOU DO I'LL KILL YOU ALL OVER
AGAIN! "I fucking love it!"

"Here that?"  Ivo smiled, "He loves it!"

Pare's dick head hit the steel rod body of the spike.

"Spike that fucking belly button thang!"  Jolo spouted as he held on tight.

Pare thrashed some more and actually got himself swinging, however, the
spike point cut into his lower belly via his button, "NO! NO button should
be down that far! FUCKuUCCKKKK! It fuckin hurts like a mother fucker!!!!!
OH yeah!"  Pare moved up and down. The point now spoke to his upper belly
and cut out of a former deep cleft just above his navel. Then as he jerked
to and fro, side to side, it vanished back down into his side, putting
button flesh nearer to his right hip...and then left. As it moved past
where his intestine knot used to be, it felt delicious to him. Scrapping
past his former knob, a knob which was not there any more.  A new knob was
beneath where the old one was and it throbbed with expectation and soreness
and then burning fire pain. Pare felt his dick nub against he pole as the
spike head in him nudged against his insides, his spine even. Then it
plucked out of him. "NO! I WAN' IT, MAN! DO
ITGUNNNNNNNGUNNNNAERNNNNNNFFFFFLP!"

"He's sure is'n ripped now!"  Marshall X said, his longish hair blowing in
the wind. He licked his lips. He saw some of Pare's untouched VERY lower
area just above his dick head, hairless pubicless smooth boy skin above the
root of his thick Latino dick!  It made him hard. All four guys had their
very massive thick dicks swinging out of their loin cloths...without even
having to touch them! Pre cum rained on the ground and hit the bodies of
the still dying Aoi and Vlad, who finally kicked off...literally kicked.

"Yeah `n shredded too!"  Beni guffawed, moving his shoulders up and
down. They were just letting Pare swing there, tearing his belly
apart. Navel meshing into body.


"And cut, very cut, deeply cut!"  Ivo laughed. The point found parts of
Pare that tingled with excitement with erogenous zones that Pare didn't
know he had...

The point slipped out a few times and scrapped against smooth boy belly,
parts as yet untouched. It rubbed and hit some orgasmic areas and then
dipped back in...sometimes...at times in the same wounds it already made
and at other times, finding a new patch of untouched skin and ploughing
straight (at times not so straight but at various angles and toward various
upper, lower and in between parts) into it. Hole into pure tanned
flesh. Not as tanned as he once was but not totally white either.

"NG!"

"Uh! I-I never...."

"H.G.!"

"M-man!!!"

"MM...boy taste!"

"I love nipples!"

"And the nipples!"

"Flat tummy!"

"Firm back!"

"Pert tail"

"G-GNNFHH!"

"Uhhh!"

"Jeez!"

"GLGH!"

SLIP! SLIDE DOWN!

Ivo nodded and they slid Pare down a bit, "OHHHH!! Ohhhhh MAN, Pare Puerto
Pare Rican, this is the it! This is it!"  Ivo nodded to his friends and
looked at them and they knew what he wanted to do.

SLIDE UP!


SLIDE DOWN!

SLIDE UP! UP, UP< UP....

DOWN, DOWN, SO DOWN....ALMOST AT GROUND...

Pare wasn't sure what was happening and that made his dick spit more and
more. He came on the rod, whiteness dripping down its rustic red and brown
look. His dick rubbed along it, upward and downward at various
times. Suddenly his belly felt empty.

SLIDE UP AND OFF! Belly parted from point. "OH NO!"  Pare wanted it back in
him. "I Want that thang back in me! Fuckers!"  As suddenly as he was parted
from it, the point poked back into his navel as they lowered him back
down. Until there was no new meat to stick.

Ivo nodded. Marshall nodded. The other two looked at them and then one of
them, Pare knew not who, counted. On 3 they all let go and Pare made his
final fatal plunge down the spike.

He landed with a clumpy soft, hard, splashing sound, popping again and
again, shooting load after load on the way down, as he had on the way up
and up and down and down. This time he continued even as his body landed
full force on the rock ground. The spike fully in him. His belly fire felt
good as it hit cool rock. Smooth rock against smooth skin, mostly. He
thrashed as his load after load continued and continued. He pushed his arms
up and brought his head up and his far upper body...his shoulders were
up. His ass was still on the ground, boy juice flowing from it, a mix of
sweat and ass, tight and bubbly at the same time. Pare actually brought his
whole body up, his torso moving up away from the ground. He did a push up
on the spike. But it was too long for him to get off of...so he got off on
it. His dick paralleled against the rod, at first not touching, then
touching. Then sword fighting with the rod. All the time cumming clumps of
thick boy sperm, puddles upon puddles.

"FUCK! LOOKATHAT!"  Beni gasped as he jerked himself off, his loin cloth
totally off.

"WELOOKIN!"  Jolo was doing the same.

Pare felt the very top of the point tip just inside his belly button as he
strained to get off it. It moved around with his struggles. If only he was
a little taller he would have been able to push totally off it...and fall
to feel it plunge into him again one more time. As it was, it still felt
good, steel toughness in his navel area...former area. It was now a bunch
of a mess. Cords. Thick muscle. He found just the right area and let
himself fall on it again and this time there would be no getting
up. Straight down. Through. In between the muscle columns. His face hit the
ground and his mouth kissed rock. His eyes were open on the
ground. "SHLUPPPP...aharhgh."

 Pare blinked. His eyes closed. Opened. "What the fuck?"




He was at a wooden table in a dark tavern. Across from him was Marco.It was
a kid he fought before.  Puerto Rican like he was. This kid, Marco, was
darker, with darker brown hair, greenish silvery eyes, a blue speedo that
pointed straight out, and a perpetual tan color. The kid was about his
size, maybe slightly taller, with skinny ribs but more muscle between them
and between his hips. Long hair was wet with sweat. He put his elbow on the
table as if he wanted to arm wrestle. "Go on then, mijho."

"Wha? Oh? Sure," Pare looked around. He saw Sole doing the same with skinny
Justino.

Justino, an Italian, was leaner, shorter, and skinnier in a loin cloth. The
only hair on his body was a bit on his lower legs. He had muscled forearms
and a skinny almost concave belly with a heavily ringed navel in the center
which looked like a balloon tip where one blows up the balloon. His bony
shoulders sported muscles. The bony shoulders could fool an opponent into
thinking Justino was weak. The front waves of the hair on his head were
dyed dark blond and were curled but only in the center of the front of the
head and to the back this center area was buzz cut...somewhat shaggier than
the rest, the back shaved almost entirely but not quite. He also had
sideburns in the front over his long ears. A twinkle in his mischievous
eyes made him quite alluring. Pare thought he was kind of the same as
himself: mischievous. Hanging on his reed belt were many knives.The belt
dropped much lower than Justino's navel. His stomach looked as though he
were sucking it in permanently but he wasn't. It was tightly compact with
that navel set into it. Like a diamond in the rough.

Pare noticed Aoi doing the same with Onoff.

Germanic American snooty Onoff: medium built, 5'5, average face, brown
hair, green eyes, SMOOTH skin, wore a green/yellow laced tight and skimpy
swim suit. His body had no hair on it except the brown hair on his head, to
his ears and behind his neck, not long, not short. He had the body of a
swimmer but not the abs. The abs were smooth and uncut but there was
obvious muscle beneath. His legs were muscled and his belly button was
shallow in one area but deep in another and this changed position as he
moved. He had a sword in one hand and a spear in the other...a spear with a
large metal silver colored point.  He also wore velvet green boots with red
stained points on each end. He had a wry, almost psychotic smile and
perfect teeth beneath. He had flip flops on his feet. Onoff was psychotic
but he was good at fighting. He would be no push over in this arm
contest. Sole almost admired the handsome, average face.

Pare put his elbow on the table. He looked at Sole and Sole shrugged. Aoi
did too. "What the fuck's going on?"

"Just do it," Marco said, "It's just a game."

"Yeah with money we bet on it," Blade who stood behind Marco, came out of
the darkness of the poorly lit tavern. "Just a game."

Blade was a time traveler with some hair on his chest but not much. He
liked the fact that in his time, 3669. Blade, a skinny but muscular mix of
Hispanic and Italian, wore only a thinnest of string bikini briefs. His
navel was perfectly ringed, almost as if it were made of soft clay which
failed to harden fully.

Pare shrugged. This hardly felt menacing.


The thing in the corner was a boy with yellow eyes, hard tits, a totally
bare body in a purple cloak. It came forward. A smooth beautiful youthful
face...but one with coldness. The boy's unusual navel, a thick ridge all
around, evenly spaced, an upward inward four part piece of skin-- like the
blow hole on a balloon, part outtie, part innie with mountainous innie
bulbs, seemed to almost be alive as it moved whenever the boy didn't and
even when he did! "It's hardly menacing...."

Pare looked up, "Hey you are reading my mind, kid, whoever you...."

"Like that. But like this!!!..."  Hivac snapped his fingers avoiding his
own long fingernails, one of which he plugged into his own belly button. It
drew his dick from beneath his long purple cape.

"HIVAC!!!!"  Pare tried to jump up but he was stuck in his seat, "Sole,
Aoi! Hivac, the demon brother of the kindly Seer and the even more evil
Demnos!"

"Nice of you to introduce me."  Hivac looked at the things he made
appear. Long wooden pieces attached to each other and the table,
complicated in design and held on by metallic clamps...in essence what
these contraptions did was to attach around the contestants "on table"
wrists only. The wood went down and under the table top end...and ended
with a very thin but very sharp and pointy shiny silver knife, embedded
into the wood. In addition, heavy thick red straps held them by their legs
to the seats. And around their buttox.

Pare looked down at his belly button, "What's this shit? You devil!"

Sole looked at his belly button too, "So Hivac you're the one behind all
this, are you?"

"I would worry about all that is behind this..."  Hivac leaned over Sole,
floating to his table and from behind. He poked a long fingernail into
Sole's belly button, indenting it. Sole squirmed a bit but it brought his
penis to full attention and gave him a fervor to try to beat this. "BEGIN!"
Hivac yelled in a voice not his own. It was a more manly voice. His eyes
glew more yellowish as if he were exerting some power over it all.

Locked in strength. Aoi's face grimaced with power as he used all his
energy to keep Onoff's hand away from taking over his. Their arms had veins
popping out as they strained. Pare was taken by surprise so Marco had the
upper hand, or as the case may be, upper arm. He almost had taken Pare down
immediately. Not recalling the knife that was bearing down on his naked
navel, he felt the very tip touch his nice outtie. He looked down, "Oh no!"
He pulled in his stomach and showed the tightness of his abs as he did
so. The knife continued toward him though.

Blade yelled, "C'mon Pare, poor on the steam! I've bet on you, hombre!"




Pare managed to move Marco's arm upward and found the place that Aoi and
Onoff were at...locked in one spot. The knife moved away from his sucked in
stomach. He breathed out a bit more. The knife moved back toward his nice
belly button as Marco took over again. Marco seemed stronger, Pare
thought. Maybe he was a better swordsman, Pare realized, for he recalled
killing Marco once. "You...all of you are dead...were dead...Did Hivac
bring you back?"

Marco sneered and smiled at the same time, "Less talk and more of a show
from you. I disappointed in you, my brotha!"

Pare grit his teeth and moved his arm again, making the knife move away
from his belly button. This time he didn't suck in but Marco moved
again. The blade entered Pare's belly button dead center and kept going
in. Pare drew power from this. He liked it. His penis seemed to unfold and
come up a bit more. The knife. It felt good in there--in his navel
hole--but he also knew how good it felt to get to stab another in their
belly button, give them the same warm tingly feeling he was now getting. He
moved his arm with more power and the knife withdrew from his outtie, the
outtie part bouncing back out. His dick shot up some more beneath his loin
cloth. Marco sweated and for the first time looked a bit worried. The knife
moved toward his skinny ribs, dead center, the belly button. Pare actually
got their arms down some more and the knife entered Marco's button. His
force almost equaled Pare's but both hands stood there locked, the knife in
Marco's navel. Marco shut his eyes and pushed but couldn't move Pare's hand
back up again.

Sole was winning. Justino's arm bulged with a great bicep and under it a
fantastic muscled tricep. But Sole was stronger. He had Justino's arm
almost down. The blade was in Justino's nice navel but Justino, much
skinnier, drew his stomach in as Pare had before. The knife came out and
Justino drew some power from that. He moved Sole's arm up again but Sole
laughed and pounded it downward, almost to the table. The knife entered
Justino's sucked in belly button and Justino squirmed in his seat, his
penis jutting up against his shorts and rubbing out of them to stick up
toward his navel. Pre cum pooled in the lower belly button ridge and over
it. Just under the blade in Justino. His eyes grew wide. Sole laughed,
"This is it, Justino, now you die...."  Sole shook his long blond hair,
"I...you died once already..."

Justino winced, "I...please...don't....don't say that...don't do
this....tah me...pull...pl....puh...leaze ...."

"It's you or me," Sole said and strained. All the muscles in their necks
seemed as though they wanted to burst. Sole put his head down as he tried
to best Justino but the youth held out, just a mere half an inch from the
table top. The blade was his navel now, enough to cause him more pain but
he held out. "I give you credit though, you are tough."

"Th...thank...argggghhh!"  The balloon like tip of Justino's button hole
inched inward as the blade slowly found its path in. It brought flesh with
it, straining. The abs were tight. The muscle hard. Sole could feel it all
in his arm.

Hivac faked a sneeze and suddenly Onoff's arm moved Aoi from dead center to
the bottom, the full bottom. The knife jerked into Aoi's flat, nice Asian
belly. Aoi winced and shut his eyes, "NOHHHH!"  He bent over but Onoff kept
pressing the arm down.



"I win! That's it, dude, you've had it, you're done for! Dead! DEAD YA HEAR
ME!"  Onoff suddenly rose up, the red straps falling off him and he raised
both his hands, "I win! All youse! Hear it, he'd thought he'd had me but I
beat him dead! Stuck em right in that yellow Chink A Dink navel of his!
Smooth body on both of us! Yeah, boIIIIIIIIIIIIII!"

Aoi's head jerked back as he tried to stand the pain. He jerked it forward
onto the table. His wrestling hand could not come off the table due to the
contraption. The other hand fell off the table to his side as his head came
to rest on the table, eyes remaining shut. Blood came from his mouth.

TO BE CONTINUED....SOON!!!!