Date: Tue, 01 Jul 2008 08:06:51 -0400
From: J
Subject: trio  57

I would like to do a story that is just one installment in length but
somehow they take on a life of their own...

"And now Trio 57..."

"I thought Wiz told us that this farm was nearby," Aoi said as he trucked
up a hill of brown colored grass. He held a packsack.

Pare laughed, sweating in the daytime sun, his body glistening tan, "What
do you expect from someone who can be in one place one moment and another
place a million miles away the next."

"Yeah well it should be over this hill and down the next valley," Sole
puffed, lagging behind, "And...hopefully we can..."  He caught up to Pare
who waited for him. Aoi kept on going. Sole continued, "Trade something..."

"We got nothing..."  Pare said and then thought about it and took out his
sword, "Cept this'in."

"Well maybe we can," Sole hesitated and puffed and wiped his brow with his
forearm, "...do some work for them for some fruit and vegetables."

"And if'n they don't let us, I'll slay them dead with my sword..."  Pare
laughed.

Sole passed him by, "Don't even joke about that."

Pare sheathed his sword again, "Oh, I was only kidding. You know I would
never slay anyone..."

Aoi was going down the hill now but Sole turned to allow Pare to catch up
to him. Giving him a raised eyebrow, Sole looked at Pare.

"Unless I had to."

Eyebrows now. Both went up on Sole.

"Wellllll," Pare frowned, "Not unless he really deserved it and he'd go on
and kill others who were innocent and..."




"Will you stop talking and stop with the in'n talk. You sound like a Puerto
Rican hillbilly, if there was ever such a thing," Sole said. Pare's face
fell. Sole went over the top of the hill. When Pare reached it, Sole was
there, smiling and reached out and tickled Pare, bracing his backpack over
his shoulder.  Despite trying not to, Pare laughed as Sole attacked him
with his fingers. He buckled and fell, Sole got on top of him and tickled
some more. Soon, Pare retaliated and they both rolled a bit down the other
side of the hill.

"Ahh, guys," they heard Aoi's voice echoing in the valley
ahead. Farmland. Grass. Hay. Wild weeds. Dandelions. Flowers. Cows. "Ahh,
guys...."

"Oh no," Sole said and laid on his back in the bright grass.

"More trouble," Pare did the same, "A breather?"

Sole snorted out and breathed in, "Yeah, we just had it."

"From the sound of his voice..."  Pare said.

"It's more trouble," they both said together.

"I would like you two to get your asses up here," Aoi's voice echoed again.

"So maybe I will get to put it in someone," Pare tapped the hilt of his
sword, "....after all."  They did as Aoi asked and moved down the hill and
across the valley. To Aoi's spot.

Aoi didn't look at them for he was watching below the valley, "And may I
add what wonderful asses they are too?"

"You may," Sole stood up next to him, rising slightly higher than Aoi,
"What's this?"

"I don't know," Aoi said suspiciously, "There are only three of them that I
can see..."

Sole put a hand on Aoi's shoulder and smiled at Aoi's carefulness, "Aoi,
that's how many farmers there are supposed to be. Three brothers who found
themselves here about five years ago."

"I know but..."  Aoi reached for word, "I don't know they just...oh I don't
know, they...do they look like farmers to you?"

Sole squinted, "I can hardly see...oh there they are."




One was a big solid man with a handband around his thin straight black
hair. A sort of bull skull design was in the center of it. He was slightly
hairy. He had his nipples, which were big thick pegs, pierced with what
looked like a long tiger claws, one on each nipple. He had arm bands around
his upper bi and triceps. Thick pectorals and an eight pack, based around
an innie that looked sideways innie and a thicker outtie ridge. A black
belt with a buckle that held only a thin piece of cloth to cover what was
obviously a huge package. "Yeah there," Aoi said. The guy had monster
legs...well not really monster legs but very thick muscled legs, the likes
of which none of them had ever seen ...and all three of Trio had seen some
pretty muscled warriors in this land.

"What a man," Pare saw the chiseled one. A shoulder strap went across his
left shoulder and on the bottom of his right hip was the sword it
supported. "What do farmers need with swords?"

"Maybe they need to protect themselves," Sole shrugged, "Let's go see."

There were two other men.  They both had on black helmets that curved at
the ear and went down to protect the back of the head and the top of the
neck. They appeared to be Germanic helmets but without a spike in the
middle. The helmets covered a blond head and a redhead. Aoi followed Sole,
"And helmets?"

"Maybe to protect their heads from the sun," Sole wondered, "It is a little
strange. But they are loading that wagon..."

"Yeah," Aoi said, "Probably nothing."  To show his sarcasm, he took out his
sword, the sound of it getting him hard. It also got Pare hard. Just that
sound. In the past usually the sound of guys getting gutted or stabbed head
on into the belly button followed.

The other two warriors had on leg ins. Black leather with black boots like
the first one. But the leg ins left their dicks totally exposed and their
butt exposed in the back. They had smaller swords, one each, and a knife
each.  Pare wondered, "What are those for? So they can seed the ground with
their own dicks?"

"Maybe it's all the clothing they could find," Sole said.

"You don't believe that?"  Aoi asked.

"No," Sole said as they traversed the small valley ridge down to the farm,
"But let's ask questions first before we get our swords stuck in their
belly meat, huh?"

"Okay, it's..."  Pare smiled, "It's more fun that way anyway."

Aoi puffed out in frustration at Pare's light heartedness but then he
smiled at him to let him know he thought it was fun too. Sole turned to
them, "And for Pete's sake, can we please sheath our swords and approach as
if we are peaceful."

Aoi and Pare shrugged and put their swords back in their sheaths. Pare
picked at his outtie navel. As they approached, another scene was going on
inside the farm's barnyard...




A very young, small brown haired kid, Western American boy, was on his bare
back. He was totally nude and his bony shoulders were moving back and forth
as if he were struggling to get up by swaying what was on top of him off of
him. Which he was. A 19 year old warrior was also totally nude, his well
developed back the only thing that anyone that would have walked in would
have seen, besides his well muscled buttox and thick legs which swiveled in
the air as he pumped into the boy's buttox. Under the boy with the green
eyes was a small pile of hay and hay was all around the floor they were
on. A horse watched them from its stall. There were three horses in
all. "No," the kid whimpered, "Please, I...I can't take it...you're tearing
me..."

"Yeah, kiddo, enjoy it will ya!"  The lean warrior pumped in some more. His
weapons were discarded to the left of them. The boy reached out, his hands
gripping the hay and the ground as though he were being burned
alive...which is what he did feel like he was...burned but from the
inside. "Oh yeah you real tight!"

"No, I...I can't take it, I think I'm goooooooaohhhh, gonn...gonna be sick,
please oh oplease stop!"

"Not a chance! You gonna take it like a real man, farmer boy! Pussy wad!"
The warrior on top of him had light brown hair too. And a reddish
complexion.

The kid's hands groped like a falcon's as he tried to bare what was
happening to him. His navel, which looked like it hadn't even healed since
he was born, for he had a rugged ridge around it, was being slapped by the
hard, lean muscled abs of the warrior on top of him. The guy's stomach kept
leaving him and the warrior pounced and pushed and pumped. "OHHHHHHHH!"
They both yelled. The horses, agitated began to whinny.

The clutching hand found something, something thick and solid. The boy
grabbed it.

Outside, Sole, Aoi, and Pare approached. Pare nodded to the big warriors,
"There's only three of you?"

"Yeah, we are farmers here," the big one stated. "State your business, we
have had many attackers here."

"We are friends of...the boy Wiz," Sole said. Pare winched. Why did Sole
have to always be so straight forward? A little bluff or lie once in awhile
wouldn't hurt.

Pare pointed to the barn, "You're, ahh, you're horses seem very upset."

"We want to know if you can trade us some spare water or food or both," Aoi
boldly stepped closer to the big one.

"Ahh, we have much of both," the big one said, "I am Rian."




"Yes, uhm, the magic boy Wiz told us you are friendly to warriors and
travelers and he told you of us and that we would come to you from the
desert forest. He told us about you guys being from Ireland," Sole said,
spotting that these warriors looked and sounded Irish.

"Aye, we are," Rian stated in his Irish accent, "We found ourselves here."

"Yes," Sole smiled, "About a year ago. At least that is what Wiz told us."

Aoi turned to look around, "Where's your brother, the third one of you?"

Rian bit his lip, "Oh., he's in the barn."

"Yeah," Wren smiled, "That's where he is. That's where he does his most
favorite work."

"This wagon," Pare moved to it, "You're loading it up to take out to your
customers? Wiz told us you had many at the market in Affcro, the land east
of here?"

"Yes," the second warrior, the blond said, "I'm Lilew," he nodded. "Your
friend told you much about us."

Pare jumped up into the wagon before anyone could stop him. Lilew moved to
him, "Cor, what're you doing?"  Pare bent over to examine the booty.

As Lilew moved at Pare, Pare peeked out from the wagon. He drove a sword
downward into Lilew's red belly. And kept it going. Lilew looked down at
his navel, the metal at a 45 degree angle, sifting downward ever
more. "I...I can't believe you just did that!"

"Pare!"  Sole yelled and took out his sword and undid his spear from his
back. He laid it down and took out his knife.

"Hey look, guys," Pare stood up and jumped down, taking the sword, still in
the guy's button with him. The movement made the button get mushed all
upward as the sword straightened itself to an more direct angle. "Hah,
look--- THE STUCK OF THE IRISH."

Rian slid his sword out, "What are you doing?"

"You're supposed to be from Oklahoma...."  Sole said and looked at him
defiantly. "And Wiz told us you guys never leave the farm...so where are
the real farmer brothers?"




"You'll be going to the same place they are soon to go!"  Rian charged Sole
and Sole met the blow with all his strength. Rian was very strong and made
Sole move back, so much force that Sole almost fell backward and kneeled
down. He ducked under Rian and sprang up behind Rian. Rian made a back
move, a defensive move that blocked Sole's sword. Rian took out a knife but
Sole's knife hilt stopped it and Sole moved his hilt and knife outward to
deflect Rian some more.




The other one, Wren ran at Aoi. This one had blond hair.




Lilew's dick, exposed rained down on Pare's leg with a stream of fast
shooting cum. "Damn, Bendigo, that shit's hot as funk! You should use that
as a weapon!"  Pare moved the sword downward and this exposed the inner
lower parts of Lilew's belly button, pushing it all upward, then Pare held
it there for a bit. "Ahhh!"

"Oh no, oh no! Not that! It burns inside me!"  Lilew yelped. Pare slid it
in straight again and kept it going as he pushed his shoulder against
Lilew's upper chest, feeling the hard nipples, pierced with bone against
his smooth Hispanic skin. "Ahhhh, oh that feels....smarts, that does, that
smarts!"

Aoi let Wren bypass him and he moved to one side, ducking down, then he
rose up and hit his elbow against Wren's massive back. This only made Wren
move a bit. "Big boy, you sure are strong."

Wren turned and smiled, "We Irish don't die easily..."

Aoi nodded to the stream of cum shooting from Lilew's uncut penis, "So I
see Killing Elliot over there..."

"Ahhhaha, he'll enjoy his death, we all do and you will too, chink a dink."

Aoi moved at him, "Why IS everyone ALWAYS so RACIAL with me?!!!"  He banged
his sword against Wren's sword and moved Wren's sword outward. He did this
using motion and not strength.

Wren smiled, "It's you chinks, you think you can do so much with so little,
such a cute little body...too, no match for..."

"Hey Mick you talk too much!"  Aoi's sword moved Wren's sword away and then
he doubled his sword back and his point hit Wren's belly button hard. "Talk
time is over...for you forever!"

"Ohhawaaakkahawk!"

"Sounds good tah me," Aoi let Wren realize what happened to him and held
his sword point where it was. "Damn, you got hard belly. I always
wondered...."

"Oh no, dn't, din't, I..."

"Can't talk right anymore? I always wanna t'ed to know if you micks really
have what they call a beer belly, let me see if I can find any beer in
there, maybe?"

"Gaaaa, ya got me!"

"No? What the hell, here."  Aoi shoved as Wren tried to move back. Wren
actually did move back. Aoi followed, not letting the point out of Wren's
thick stomach. The curly cue belly button now curling inside Wren.




"Ohhhdearr...rat."  Wren dropped his sword and knife and his arms fell to
his side, moving backward toward his butt cheeks. His fingers were out but
quickly he clenched them into fists. His dick rose as his hands fell. He
felt wetness in many places. But it was the parting of the sides of his
navel that felt so good. He knew that he had played with it for a long time
before with his fingers and even his own weapons. Now the skin folded away
for something new to pole into his navel and it was Aoi's sword. Thin
point, thicker at the middle sword. It parted his belly button and moved on
in. He felt it part more of him, his guts, his thick muscle. It slid in.

"Hard gut man, you did good but..."  Aoi slid in and moved in, pressing his
body in on Wren's solidness, "But not good enough! Feel that, beer boy!"

Wren gasped, "Whad...what's this with beer? I don't
drink...karahkaaaaaaaaaawocuouch!"

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!"  Aoi jerked himself on Wren's lower belly, between dick
and former navel. Blood mixed with cum, cum with cum, sweat. Aoi undid his
dick, putting his knife away. His dick fountained foaming up against Wren's
belly and his own sword in it. Aoi pushed Wren back and back and back. Wren
jerked.

"UH! UH! I'M wrecked man, wrecked! You finished me! I'm so finished! DONE
IN BY YOU!"

"Say nothing about it! It was nothing, man. Nyaha! My pleasure!"  Aoi
stabbed the sword in so far the hilt was the only thing that could be
seen. Wren jerked so much, his German type helmet fell off his bobbing
head. Drool came out his mouth and he fell back. Aoi kept the sword
following. "You'll die soonenouggfffffffffffff!"

Aoi wondered what he meant by that and with a quick move undid his sword,
pulling it full out of the muscle warrior. The guy cam A LOT. Aoi smiled
and snickered. Cum flew past his mouth. He stuck his tongue out. Then he
jabbed the sword full in Wren's belly button again. Then with a swift move,
he jerked it out. He watched as Wren fell to the ground.

Pare unstuck the cumming Lilew, who was on his knees now. He buckled
backward and his belly stretched all the way back over. Pare struck again
and again, "My favorite belly position! For my enemies anyway! Feel that
power in your gut? Real potatoes in there huh? Great muscles on you too!
THEY DIDN'T HALP YA THOUGH MIJOS. DIE REAL GOOD FUCKER!"

"Uh, Pare," Aoi looked at him and then nodded toward the barn.

"What?" Pare asked, annoyed he would miss the last breath of Lilew, who
fell and died with no one looking. His dick still moved and let some white
river bits out.




In the barn, the boy with green eyes picked up the
object. Struggling. Kicking, no movement was enough for him to get away
from the lean mean warrior on top him. The object he felt in his palm. Long
and hard. It was a hilt...of a knife. The boy twisted. His rapist was
pushing and about to bust inside him. The foreskin of this man had a small
claw in it...a piercing. This was ripping the kid even more. "Plepuh,
pleasesleaze stop!"

"Fag boy, you love it! You're first I bet, instead of your fist, your
first! You love...oh, man, boy, you're skin is so soft and smooth...so
that's great!I love you! I'll let you live even maybe or maybe I'll gut ya
slowly and put my dick in ya wounds! Oh yeah, that's it! That's what'll do!
Oh yeah!"

This guy was not going to relent. "Yeah, I do," the boy said, trying to
calm himself as the guy's breath spilled over his mouth. The mouth of the
warrior came over his and pumping, the head bumped into his mouth and his
nose. The boy started to lick the warrior's chin. He was not an unhandsome
warrior. The boy's body was moving up and down, fast! "Uh, uh, uh! UHHHHH!
STAAAAAPPP! NO DON"T STAP! KEEP ME CUMMING!"  The boy played along.

"Yeah that's the
spiritttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttiiiiiiiickkkkkkkittttahh!"

The boy had waited until the warrior pumped upward and there was a bit of
room between bellies. He lowered his elbow to the ground and bent his arm
at the elbow. The knife point was there at the belly button of this
warrior. A nice outtie, long and thick. Bulby. Like a peg, bigger than even
the guy's hard nipples.

"Oh damn!"  The warrior felt his dick erupt just as his belly button was
penetrated by the boy's HARD thrust up into him with the knife he once used
as his own. The boy dug deep and didn't relent on this one long hard stab
in. The warrior felt a nice deep cut inward, knarling his innards against
each other and back toward his spine. Lower spine. He jerked up and the boy
kept the knife in. He jerked down and spilled some cum into the boy's anus,
deep in the boy, the boy who was stabbing deep into him. Locked in combat,
locked in sex! As the boy got raw man cum jerked into him, with each
motion, the warrior got hard cold steel warming into his belly by it being
rammed in rauchy and hot. The cold steel soon became warm as it
jerked. With each sexual jerk the warrior was jamming himself onto the
knife and he knew it. "Try to....imagine itttaaaahhh! Fefuck!
AHHHHHfuckAHHHhahahaha!"

"Like that do ya!"  The boy's face was mean now. He snarled as he struck
and kept the knife in the first thrust he made. The warrior's jerking did
the rest. As he stabbed though, the man's dick was stabbing up in his anus
hole. It seemed to thrust so hard into him and split his cheeks and innards
so much he thought he would be the one to die. Ripping, shredding,
cutting. Then the boy thought of something. Twisting. He twisted the knife
using his wrist action. The warrior screamed. Each jerk of wetness that
went into the boy's lower body (and now it felt like the warrior's long and
thick dick were beating up against the boy's stomach from inside) an equal
but more deadly force of wetness stabbed the warrior in his belly button,
which was decimated. The warrior did more of the damage to himself once the
knife was deep in him, all he did was jerk on it. His penis undoing itself
in the boy. "Like it GOOD, HUH!!!!"

"So nice...it was...the warrior I was...sated..."  The warrior fell back
but his dick was still in the boy's asshole.



The boy had to reach down and remove the thickness and he pulled with a
screaming groan. His other hand had the knife and he was reaching it out,
his arm unfolding, straight now and he kept the knife deep in the guy even
as the guy rolled off backward off him. Strings of cum emitted from asshole
and dick, keeping the pair as one. The boy's eyebrows were down in a
determined look of meanness and coldness and raw savagery. His snarling
mouth, grit teeth turned into one big smile. He loved it. "AHHHHHNOW I
DIE!"  The warrior fell back. The boy smiled.

"Yeah and now you do!"  The boy kept the knife thrusting in even after the
warrior expired in a great big huff and one last large flying clump of cum,
which hit the boy's hip and dripped rapidly down to his thigh and the part
where his leg and hip met. It felt warm and gooey and good. The boy puffed
his chest out, "And now I am a man myself!"  He pulled the knife out
finally but licked it. He squinted. He looked at it. He thought about it,
cocked his head to one side. His own penis had erupted all over himself and
his victim. He wanted to cry but he didn't. Dare not. He looked at the
blooded belly and...put the knife into the warrior again. "Never again."
He took it out and wandered the barn, hid behind a large barn door, which
had been shut by the warrior. His dick dripped. He gripped the dripping
knife and wanted to feel it in someone again. Outside he heard sword
fighting. Lots of it. Then just one fight. Soon he would hear more.

As Sole fought mightily against Rian, the boy opened the barn door, naked,
dick dripping. Pare and Aoi were surprised for the second time...by the
door opening to reveal a youth, naked and dripping. "My brothers, they are
being tortured behind the barn! Behind it there are more!"

"Now he tells us," Pare nodded. For from behind the barn, Aoi and Pare saw
many more warriors running at them! Big muscled warriors coming at them,
big dicks, some uncut and some cut, many dripping with pre cum and
cum. Swords, spears, knives.

TO BE CONTINUED...