Date: Wed, 02 Jul 2008 09:26:26 -0400
From: Jinuyashanonhuman@aol.com
Subject: TRIO  58

Mikal was a fresh freckled faced semi blond, semi redhead with
highlights. He was a big boy but for all his big muscles and wide frame, he
couldn't fight. Behind the barn, he was stretched out, on hands and knees
so that his stomach was stretched finely over a long wooden, thin but
strong stake. He was nude. Behind him a nude warrior, Irish, was beginning
to warm his dick up on Mikal's butt cheeks, sliding it between them and
rubbing it up and down, it hardening so that the mushroom head was stiff
and solid and a thick ridge beneath dripped with pre cum. Finally he
slapped it hard on the farm boy's back and pre cum slushed over the
hairless bare smooth but freckled back. Mikal held himself up away from the
stake point, which was severly sharp. Behind them in a fence, cows
moo-ed. Mikal moo-ed too as was entered from behind. His throbbing butt
hole gave way to a thick cut penis, well veined. It went in and in and in
and moved out a bit but then went in some more. He couldn't take the
pain. His belly button, a two inch affair all round, was hovering just over
the point. It touched it. Rubbed against the lower ridge as the warrior
made Mikal move to and fro. Then it nubbed against the upper ridge. Someone
grabbed Mikal's long formerly tied back hair, the bandana having been
pulled from it when the warriors first arrived. Another, a short stubby guy
with a widespread, but not muscled belly, flat but not defined, grabbed
Mikal's hair and pulled it back, so that Mikal's head was level with the
warrior's crotch. When Mikal gasped, his mouth opened wide and this warrior
thrust an uncut cock into Mikal's mouth and pumped. Mikal sucked
hard... "Your last pleasure," the short one stated, "Last but not least!"

As he was pumped from the ass and the mouth, Mikal couldn't hold himself up
any longer and the pumping made him unable to keep him from lowering a
bit. The point bit into his navel. Half an inch. He can take it, he
thought. "I can," Mikal thought, "I'll show them, I'll survive this."

"Ohhh," the guard from behind gasped, "You're perfect, farm boy slut!"

The one in front pumped Mikal's mouth, "You ain't gonna live so don't you
even that lad. Or shoulda say lass? Hahahahahahahaha."

A third warrior, below Mikal tried to suck his cock but kept getting
bumped. Mikal's dick dripped with lively pre cum. As he was pumped and
pumped, his body heaved a bit. "ARRRGGGGGNNNNN!"  He tried to push up away
from the point and succeeded. The third warrior was now able to get a good
suck and Mikal's uncut dick went into the mouth. The warrior spit and
uncurled it and then sucked again. As Mikal went up, his muscles tensed to
their fullest, sweaty and slick. He couldn't sustain it and he was thrust
from behind, forward and below. He lowered hardly onto the point. He held a
bit but it was now an inch in. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"  The cows bellowed.


Not far from them, was a giant spare wagon wheel. It had been impaled
against a fence post and tied to it was the older brother. A husky man,
tallest and broad. Muscled too from farm work. Nude too. Five warriors were
around him, all nude. One smiled and put a thin bone in behind the
brother's navel. This thin bone went in on the side and popped out the
other side. It was fully under the navel. "Take your bets, men, spinner's
deal!"  He spun the wheel and the brother spun round and round.

Another warrior, a long haired blond laughed in an Irish brogue and came
forward. He held out his EVER SO LONG sword and put it out into the
brother's BIG navel. He just held it there and as the brother turned and
turned, the knife held there, cut him and mangled his navel. He screamed.
The blond laughed.

The spinner put a hand on the blond's ample chest, feeling it up a bit,
"Okay you're turn, over."

"Ahh, damn, I enjoy this," the blond laughed and moved back.

"Next!"  The spinner gave the wheel another good turn and the brother
gasped. He wanted to grab at his stuck belly button but couldn't because
his hands were tied tight. He strained at his bonds.

A brown haired guy, model caliber, stepped up and with his green eyes
looked at the spinning farmer, "Farm hick, prepare to get my stick!"  He
took his spear and it was very long and he shoved it into the navel.

The brother jerked outward, "NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGHHUHUH! HuHHhh."  He
wanted to die but he didn't. More and more warriors took their turn so to
speak. His navel was being swished all round his innards.

Mikal was being pumped every which way. His dick erupted and the warrior
under him got most of it in his mouth, not ready for that. He spat out and
gasped. Mikal was falling, he couldn't hold himself up for much
longer. Sweating, his body looked slick and hot. Two inches in now. His
butt swelled as he tried to clench. The warrior below smiled and grabbed
the dick as more clouds of cum spewed forth. Loads and loads. Mikal sank
some more. Two and a half inches into his belly button mess. Mesh. Wiggle,
wiggle, rip, snare. Tear.

"OHHHHHHMYYYYGOSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHFRRRRFRURRKKKKAAHHH!MMmffmffmf! NOOOO DON'T!"
He managed to get free some words between the sucking of dick.

His button was ripped every which way, up down all around. Sideways. He
tried to break free but the stake moved a bit but then he fell some
more. It dug in deeper, four inches now. He pulled up a bit but then all
his fight went out of him and he sank. The warrior holding his dick let it
go in flamboyant, theatrical style. The last shot was a stupendous jell
affair flying to the ground even as Mikal fell FULLY. The guard in front
let loose and his dick shot all over Mikal's face. Mikal seemed to like it
and smiled even as he grimaced in pain as he felt his bellybutton get
spiked. Lovely. He knew it would feel so lovely. Breaking all his innards
and trying to get free out his bare muscled back! He wanted it to get air!
He sucked in breath and cum as the guard put it in again but then pulled it
out.




"I deny you the rest!"  The guard shot it so Mikal could see the cum but
not get to it. His body hit the ground, fully and his pecs felt dirt. His
hips felt grass. His navel felt nothing for it was no more. Something
crunched through him. Something broke out. The guy in back spread his cum
all over his bare lower muscles. The guy had to bend to follow him and as
the spike broke free, the guy laughed but his dick got speared by it and he
screamed. The other two laughed at him. The guy had his dick speared and
the thick vein was no more whole. It spout spewy blood and white cum all at
once, as one and then separate. He yelled and ran off. As he ran blindly,
he fell over a fence top. The other two laughed but then they heard noises
around the front of the barn. They grabbed weapons and not even dressing,
ran toward the front. No one knew this but the warrior who fell over the
fence, the backend guy, was trampled by the farm's bull. It killed the
warrior and later ate him.  Even the bones.

When the fight began, the spinner watched the nude warriors run off, so he
held his own knife in the brother and spun and spun. The guy yelled and so
did the spinner to make fun of him. "Round and round he goes, where the
knife will find nobody knows..."  He looked at the brother's thick fully
expanded dick, "But as the victim grows and grows, he may cum off and no
one will be here to collect their trough...."

The brother's last words, "That's a terrible rhyme! A crime."  Then he died
spinning. The spinner got off on keeping the knife in there until the
spinning stopped completely. Then his own dick spat out without him
touching it.

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.

Aoi picked up Sole's fallen spear, "Protect the boy!"

"Don't I always?"  Pare smiled. "I mean...you sure it's a good idea. I mean
look at what happened to Christo, I couldn't protect..."

Aoi yelled, "Just go before more of them get here or there and kill the
boy!"

"But, but Christo, I can't protect a boy, you saw what happened to him....I
didn't save him!"

"Go damn you!"

"Aye aye," Pare laughed and ran for the barn. A few of the warriors got
close to him but as he ran he held out two swords, one he pulled from
Lilew's dead hand and he cut the bellies open of two warriors on either
side of him. Pare ran and cut down two more warriors. "Get down!"  Pare
yelled to the boy as he reached the barn doors, which were wide open.




"Not you too. I already have. You don't want to do that to me too, do you?"

Pare saw the dead body, both and he it wriggling a bit, "You do that?"

The boy puffed out his chest, "Uh huh. I'm Gior..."

"Good! Get down!"  Pare yelled. A warrior ran in but Pare pushing Gior down
and bending was low. He rose up with both swords and held one above the
other. The first one slid in nicely to the guy's pancake outtie
bellybutton. The other one above it, hit hard abs, above the button. Pare
pushed and rose. The guy, standing up, now slumped. He fell
over. Screaming, the boy jumped on another warrior who ran in. "Wha?"  Pare
spun and saw the boy on the warrior's front. The warrior couldn't get his
sword that close to the boy, and the boy Gior stabbed the warrior in his
guts and dug in. "My?"

Gior yelled loudly but the warrior was able with his free hand to push the
kid off him and jab down at him with his long, ever so long sword. Gior
wasn't hit yet.

Pare dropped the Lilew sword he held, "I don't think so," Pare flung his
knife and it hit the warrior in his belly, right next to the knife Gior
left in it, the two stuck firmly in the belly button of the warrior, a
swirling spiral affair, now mutilated. Gior ran up to Pare.

"Who'd we kill next?"

"No one. You're a dangerous kid."

Gior shrugged, "I learned to get that way."

"When?"

"In the last 30 seconds...I...I like it a...lot."

Quickly snatching up the fallen sword, Pare non chalantly stabbed backward
with both swords into a warrior and the running guy got stabbed, out his
back and it stabbed into a guy behind him. "Fools never learn. They
shouldn't run one behind the other."  Both guys ran onto the swords. Pare
without even looking at them, pulled out as he never took his eyes off Gior
and his attention to their conversation. "Now get down!"

Pare stabbed another one and the guy fell into the corner and tried to
crawl off into the barn by the side of the open door. Pare followed,
looking out for other warriors and he saw the others were running at
Aoi. "What to do about that?"

"Me?"  The warrior guy crawled on his belly.




"No, not you," Pare used his booted foot to kick the guy over, using his
tippy toe to turn the guy from the bony hip. The guy had a lean figure and
bony hips and ribs, which made his soft flesh in between sink in like a
curved canyon. Pare gave it a glance, "Not you at all, that, hello?"  He
stabbed his swords as one into the guy's deep set belly button but there
was a jutting out bit of flesh in the button. Pare swished the swords and
the guy jerked up VERY HIGH.

Giro rubbed his dick, "NI-OOOOOHHHH-ICE!"

"Shut up and hide, kid!"  Pare looked beyond a large stall side and where
the warrior who was now dying wetly and slowly. Pare held his swords and
used them to hold him up and balance himself, his hand not really ignoring
the dying guy beneath his sword--he felt every tingle, every kick, every
move. "Hello?"  Near the warriors head and a bit under the hay was what
Pare wanted: a large bow and a whole supply of arrows. "Just what the belly
button doctor ordered for some navel readjustments!"

"What? Whatcha find?"

Pare held up the bow and took all the arrows. He left the swords in the
warrior and the guy tried to pull them out. The dying guy was saying a lot
of stuff both boys ignored. "You didn't have ta..taf...havfata...ughh,
ughh, uhhh! Ohhhhmannnnnnckkk! I wouldn't have hurt youse....damn it hurts
so good. Pll ipplesazzzz..pull it outta me so I can live. It ain't that
bad. It ain't" It was and the guy died slowly and breathed out his last as
Pare pulled the bow.

Gior admired Pare's sticking out ribs and lean muscle beneath, the abs
sinking in but strong. This made his outtie navel stick out even
further. Gior pulled his own navel. Pare's arms looked strong as the Puerto
Rican pulled. "I haven't used a bow and arrow since...oh I don't
know...either on those two little shits in Nolo's arena or maybe further
back to those fucking liar French boys...not sure...anyway I like bows and
arrows..."

"It was used to protect us," Gior said, "We never got to it...though...my
brothers are probably..."

"Don't think about them now, later maybe...they might still be alive."
Wrong Pare.  Pare strung the bow and was about to fire. The boy looked at
him.

"What are you waiting for? You can't shoot warriors in the back?"

Pare shrugged, "It...I don't know....it never stopped me before but..."

"I know," Gior smiled, "You wanna get them in their belly button material,
don't ya?"

"Yeah but..."

"Your friend....that chinky guy..."




"Don't call him that...."  Pare began to let loose with his
arrows. Warriors running at Aoi were felled. "And you..."  Pare yelled back
to the boy, "Stay down and back or both or n...just get..."  Gior looked at
him.  Pare turned to fire.

"I wanna see too!"  He jumped on Pare's back and looked over Pare's bony
shoulder. "Hey you're hotly muscular."

Pare's firing was off as Gior jumped on his back and wiggled around so he
could see. "Will you get off me? Get off!"

An arrow shaft found a warrior's belly button and he fell, "Oh hot damn!"
He leaned down and fell onto his back and rolled, the shaft angling in a
cutting position.

Gior smiled, "That one won't die right away! Haha!"

Another arrow hit a guy in the dick. Another went out a warrior's back and
zoomed out his belly button before Aoi's eyes. Aoi cut him with Sole's
spear anyway right in the belly button, so that flesh was in the button and
out the button. Aoi swept the spear out. He stabbed another warrior and
another. There was a pile of bodies around Aoi. Some were nude guys who ran
in from the back. A long haired blond saw Aoi. He was nude too. "Oh my
trusty sword won't let me down now. I've never lost a fight before."

Aoi smiled and used his spear hand fingers to wave the blond on toward him
and he gave his best Bruce Lee impersonation. "Uhh."

The blond came at him, "Never! And won't now!"

"There's always a first time for everything," Aoi bent to one knee and rose
as the blond passed him. Aoi sliced from the hip to the other hip, "And for
you...it'll be the last..."

"Trusty sword, failed me," the blond fell to his knees. Aoi cut his belly
up some more but pulled the sword out to reach out and stab the guts of
another rushing nude one. Another one came from the other side of the
warrior and fell over him as he slumped. Aoi used his spear to spear a nude
warrior on the other side. The stumbler was untouched as yet but Aoi ripped
the spear, spewing guts and blood from the guts of that guy into the
stumbler. He hardly moved from the spot that he was with when Pare ran to
the barn.  Aoi stood back from the pile of ever growing bodies. He
smiled. Another warrior came at him, a long haired Irishman, black hair.

"Okay I teach you a lesson now, yellow skin!"

"Gosh, I never knew Irishmen were so prejudice!"  Aoi said, "C'mon teacher,
let me have lesson one."

"Lesson one," the warrior spread both arms out, "Keep em guessing."  He had
one sword in one hand and as Aoi just stood there, he looked confused,
"You're supposed to rush me."


"I am?"  Aoi shrugged, "Show me how?"

"Well, lesson two, how to rush. Well like this!"  The warrior rushed at him
with sword out.

Aoi hit the sword to one side and stepped in, leveling his own sword
between two large pecs. He shoved. "Did I do it right?"

The warrior got Aoi's sword full in his chest cavity, "Oh my. That wasn't
supposed to happennnnnnnn!"

"I know," Aoi pulled out, "I always like to git em in the belly button. It
must be the Nolo in me."

"I'm worried about what's in me!"  The warrior looked at his chest and saw
Aoi's sword.

Aoi pulled itout and let loose with Sole's spear. He jabbed the spear point
deeply into the warrior's invisable navel.  "You should have ...well, told
me a lesson about how to find a belly button that doesn't seem to be
there."

"I do have one but....ohhhhhhhh..."

"Oh never mind, I got it!"

"Got it goodahhhhh," the dying warrior gasped and tried to free himself,
dropping his sword and trying to pull the spear out.

"Lesson over?"  Aoi asked.

"Lesson over."

"Oh no, I meant it is over. I'm the teacher now. It my turn," Aoi mimicked,
"Lesson one from me...how to do a real nice seppeku..."

"I know how so don't...oh no...."  The warrior was on his knees now and he
shut his eyes in pain.

"Step to the right" Aoi sang as he cut to the right, "And then to the
left..."  He cut that way and guts spilled out of the warrior.

"Balder bless me! Me guts are out!"

"And alittle to the bottom and...oh hell, just die."  Aoi pulled the spear
out. Then he used his sword to finish the guy by stabbing back into the
belly. He looked around and saw other warriors from the back getting
arrowed by Pare. "Aim's off!"  Aoi yelled at Pare. "And there are more of
em!"



Pare looked behind him and saw Gior still on him. "Get off!"  He back
punched, released the bow and his punch knocked Gior in the face. Gior fell
off him onto his rump.

Gior held his nose, "You punched me. I think ya broke my ose."

"It isn't broke," Pare fired and fired. More and more warriors went down.

Finally Aoi killed the rest. The only ones fighting now were Sole and
Rian. Both backed off each other, puffing, tired. Rian acknowledged,
"You're better than I thought. Ashame I have to slay you eventually."

Sole recovered faster than the big brute, "Yeah, I feel the same way."

"You do?"

"About me having to slay you? No. About you trying to even think about
besting me."

"Cocky, I like that."

Sole ran at him and shoved his sword into the guy's lower belly under his
navel, "Try this!"

TO BE CONTINUED...