Date: Fri, 11 Apr 2008 16:05:34 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO 6

Aoi stood before the massive chested Kiko, the Native American. "Okay so
this witch, this boy witch is evil?"

"On the surface yes but he is looking for love, someone to love him for
himself."

Pare felt the hilt of his sword, "How can we kill him?"

"There is a way. Find his center, his navel. A destructive hit to it will
do the job. That will free your friend from his curse."

"But not from the castle?"  Aoi said, "That I will do."

"If I am correct, it is that way. You cannot miss it, however, I think one
of us should go with you."

"Yeah and I think..." Pare gripped his sword, eager to kill, "...it should
be me."

"No, if this fortress-city is as big as you say it is," Aoi looked at Kiko,
straining his neck to do so for Kiko was taller, "...it will be easier for
one small boy to sneak in and get Sole out."  Aoi smiled. "I think you two
should both stay here and find this wizard or boy witch or whatever he is
and do the deed. If Kiko is right, he will reappear here."

"Indeed, he will already know the two of you are no longer dead."

"And when he turns up..."  Aoi started.

"I'll stick him right in his belly button hole!"  Pare withdrew his knife.

"But don't underestimate him. He is strong."

"We'll find him," Aoi started out.

"One more thing," Kiko put a hand on Aoi's shoulder to stop him for a
moment, "If we do manage to kill this witch boy...if your friend is killed
as he dies...if a sword is in his stomach or chest or if he is dead while
the witch dies...he will remain dead for good. Even I cannot raise him
because it is a lasting part of the curse."

"We...we'll just have to time it right," Aoi smiled but falsely so. He was
worried. He turned to go.

"So we just wait here?"  Pare asked.

"It would seem the thing to do," Kiko said.

"Anyway thanks for raising me and my friend."

"I did it because I need your help to stop him. I cannot do it alone."


"Is he really all that powerful?"

"Yes but together we might be able to defeat him. He will be on the lookout
for your love."

"Love? Well, he'll get a feel of my love in his gut!"  Pare said, waving
his knife.



There was a huge line of hundreds of boys, teens, and men starting at one
end of the inner hallway to the arena and rounding around to the back of it
and dipping past the lower cubicles, then moving back to the starting area
and going around in a double line. All had very little clothing, some were
big, some small, some blond, some brunette, some black haired, some
redheaded. Musculed, skinny, mesomorph, ectomorph, endomorph. Broad
shoulders.

The king stood in the arena. In the stands were all males too. Some were
soldiers, some were guards, some just spectators. Others were rival kings
here to see the spectacle of this stronger king. There were also male
prostitutes of all ages carousing around. Being so hot, they were almost
all shirtless or in some form of dress that showed off their stomachs.

The king stood from his throne, surrounded by musclemen guards and
soldiers, all bare save for armor on their privates. "Now I bring you a new
spectacle, the twice cursed boy...the best fighterd destined for greatness
but getting none of it...a training for my sad gladiator boys..."

"Let the games being," the master of ceremonies, a chisel jawed handsome
dark Italian said.

The first in the line came in to Sole within the arena. Sole looked, "What
is this? I'll kill you in two seconds..."

The boy, smaller than Sole, had frosted yellow hair, straight down over his
ears and back of his head, shortcut. He held out a long sword. Sole had a
sword and a spear,not his spear but a finally sharpened one. "I am Arvo,
son of the master gladiator."

"Yeah and where is he?"

"Dead as you will soon be."

"Confident little welp!"  Sole rushed at the smaller boy who had a finely
tuned body, thin but muscled, a compact little set of eight pack of abs
with a nice outtie belly button, long and like a mushroom. He wore a tight
white thong and blue boots. Sole met his sword with sword. He put his spear
down, "Don't need that to stab you, you twerp!"

"Stop talkin and start fightin!"  Avro used his sword against Sole's and
was pushed back to the wall by Sole. Sole moved his sword along Avro's
sword and got his point near Avro's shoulder. Avro, to get away, kicked his
knee up to Sole's hip. Sole moved back which allowed Avro to come at him
again, sword leveled. Sole hit Avro's sword and it threw Avro's arm out a
bit. Sole hit again and again and pushed Avro back toward the other wall
but before he reached it, Avro fell. The crowd roared as Sole straddled
Avro, his sword pointed at Avro's belly button. "Mercy, man, mercy!"




"No way, in this arena, I am told, there is no mercy. This is a fight to
the death, kid."

"Puh--please," the downed Avro gulped. As he did so, he started to reach
for the fallen spear Sole let go of. It was near his side.

Sole looked up at the king, "Like it or not, he dies!"  Sole raised the
sword up high and started to lower it but as he moved down, he felt himself
impale himself on the spear. Avro stuck it up high, shocked he was doing
this, shocked he won. The spear went into the top of Sole's belly button
into the outtie part and pushed. The spear moved to the innie part and went
in deeper! Sole went limp over the spear and held his sword.

"Drop it, man, drop it or feel it in ya more!"  Avro wanted Sole to drop
his sword. "You've had it so let it go, dude!"  Avro felt like a big man
now. He started to get up as he used his arm to stab more deeply than ever
before, "You my first!"  He moved upward and sat upright, sliding that
spear into Sole.

Sole looked at him in shock, "Impossibibibibib....huhhhhhhhhohbaby!"  He
felt the back of his belly button get smushed in by a burning point as it
made way for itself, mangling whatever innards were behind it.

Avro stood now and seemed to change positions with Sole. Sole started to
lower, "Drop it!"  Avro twisted the spear so that the head meshed more
flesh inside, behind Sole's navel.

Sole nodded no. "Ahhhh, ahhh, ahhh."  The sword fell. Sole moved back and
Avro turned him around using the spear so that his back is to the wall.

Avro yelled a victory cry, "AANNNNNNRRRNNNNN."

He moved Sole's back to the wall with the spear and ground the head out of
Sole's back and into the wall. He let go and stood back to
watch. Satisfied, he raised his hands to the pleasure roar of the
crowd. Sole slid down the wall, after looking up at the crowd, who took
glee in his pain. Sole held the sides of his navel and then gripped the
spear shaft. "I...I should have won....unnnnnnn."  He fell to the
ground. The crowd roared again.

"Next," the king smiled, "Next!"

Avro enjoyed his victory and soon left the arena. Coming in now were two
twins. Both were shorter than Sole, both had dark brown hair, cut semi
short over their foreheads and ears. Both were stocky shouldered and had
fair chests for their ages. They had brown eyes and rock hard
nipples. Their stomachs were sort of in between that youthful stage and a
tight hardness. They had innie belly buttons that were shallow and the
backs of the navels could be seen clearly. They each had a spear with three
points, two smaller ones beneath the main larger one. They wore g strings
and low brown boots.

"The twins of death...Mayal and Mayhem."




A guard with his standard armor above his chest but bare on the stomach,
pulled the spear from the dead Sole's stomach. The twins came forth and
waited for Sole's stomach hole to heal. They watched in amazement. The
fight began as Sole regained himself, picking up his spear and sword. He
was apt at holding off the two twins and the faces of the twins registered
defeat already. They knew Sole was better than both of them together. This
made them almost defeatist in their moves. Sole had, at one point, both of
them down on the ground, small wounds on each of their legs and arms. Sole
smiled, knowing he would win this one. He could already picture their abs
mincemeated on his sword and spear.

The twins tried to round Sole but one stood to the front after realizing
they wouldn't be able to kill him this way. One tried to stay in front
while the other went in back. Sole kept them to his sides, or tried to. He
smiled and used his sword to keep the one to his left away while waving his
spear at the other one. Sole sidestepped the one who lunged from his right
and got behind him, kicking him at the other's spear--a move he used to
have one opponent kill another but this time it didn't work. The one he
kicked got out of the way as his brother lunged the spear---and Sole,
standing there, proud of his move, got the spear full in the belly button,
toward his right side of it while the guy sticking him was to his left. The
other twin, shocked, soon moved into action and laid his spear point on
Sole's upper belly pack. He looked at his brother who had the spear point
in Sole. He nodded to his twin. The other nodded back. The twin moved the
spear from the upper belly to the ridge and over it, nudging it
harshly. Once he got into the navel, he struck hard and true. He was
standing to the right and sticking the left side of Sole belly button. Sole
gasped, "Nawawww! Nunnnngghhharrr!"  He tried not to move but it was
difficult. He tried to hold his spear and his sword but found he didn't
want to. "Peraaaaaa!"  He knew he was going to lose every battle, even the
ones he should win! He felt the other twin's spear crisscross the spear
already in him, sliding past it and matching it in depth. "Ahhhh. Arrrr!"
The twins stood there, impressed with themselves. Then they flung each
shaft to the other, causing great pain in Sole' stomach as the spears cut
across his innards but from inside not outside. Skin twisted and mangled
inside. Sole felt his belly button sides give way to the spears, the points
also moving inside him. Creating great gapping holes within. Chasms filled
with pain. Yet those points still moved to find more flesh to taunt, to
rip, to tear. Sole slowly melted to the ground. His penis was large and pre
cummed already. One of the twins tore off Sole's loin cloth for the
audience to watch. The brothers moved in and drove their spears closer and
closer in, sliding them into Sole and out his back but from two different
angles. Then they bodily moved, each gripping the spear and changing its
direction. They moved around each other. Sole was on his knees and holding
both spears but one twin let go and allowed the other twin to pass him so
that they could change spots, the twin past, he grabbed the spear
again. Together they heaved the spears in and up so that Sole came into the
air and cam as he did. Cum filled the air and landed on the twins' nice
chests, soon to drip down to their middle abs to their belly buttons. They
flexed and waved Sole in the air and finally stuck him against the wall
hard. Eventually, they allowed his kicking body to slowly slide down it as
they lowered it with the spears still in him. Sole groaned and moaned the
whole time. Back on the ground, he sat up but the twins stuck in more and
then pulled the spears out. Sole flung his body down to the ground and it
arched and kicked, Sole on his stomach. Soon he was still again.




And so this is how it went for Sole. He was allowed his loin cloth back
once he came to life again. The next boy to fight him was a very young kid,
probably five to six years younger than Sole. Sole had him against the
corner of the arena but the kid held up his small sword. Sole's sword slid
against it but Sole tripped on a rock in the arena and fell onto the sword,
his stomach hole pierced on it. The kid felt lucky and to get himself a
longer time to live--for even seeing the loss of Sole's other two battles,
he thought he would be slain by this blond behemoth---he jabbed it in
more. The feeling of a wall of male on the end of his sword made him feel
good. He stuck it in more. Sole bent but the kid stood up and straightened
the sword out. It was previously on an angle up into Sole. Now the kid went
straight on in with it. Sole backed his upper body away, making his muscles
tighten. He looked down at the sword in his bare belly button. The ridge
was gone. In its place was a metal sword. The kid kept it going in. Sole
dropped his weapons long before this. The smaller boy stood as Sole fell
against the wall and toward the kid after that. The kid got out of the way,
jerking his sword with him as Sole fell into the corner, almost on top of
his killer. Sole fell in a huffing, heaving mass of cries and gasps. His
body flinched many times. The kid put a foot ontop of Sole's bare vee back
as Sole collapsed under him. The kid used his foot to turn Sole over and
had a hard time of it. As Sole kept moving, the kid tore his sword into
Sole's belly button area again and put a foot beneath Sole's hip and raised
his free hand. Sole died...again and again.

There was a big, buff, Hawaiian dude who looked like he should be on a TV
show like BAYWATCH, a muscle man, surfer teens, Native Americans, Arabian
warriors in tied up loin cloths, Orientals, some with dyed blond hair, and
many others, all fighting Sole, all winning, all slaying him. Yet Sole
revived each time. He wondered how long the king and the audience would
enjoy this. After awhile it would get boring, he thought. Yet he knew that
each time he revived, he would look forward to getting that belly pain in
his umbibilical scar. It just felt so fucking good, he thought. Each fight
would start now with him hard with blood in his penis. The thought of
losing crept over him each time.  At first, he started each fight as though
he would win, only to be disappointed and some fights, went his way and he
was about to win, when something would happen and he lose. After a time, he
wondered if he even fixed the fight to end his life sooner...or worse: to
get that point stuck in his navel hole.

One guy, a few years his younger, blond with a crewcut on his lower part of
his head, short hair above but a buzz cut around the lower part, was a
skinny thing. This kid's navel seemed to change as he fought. He was a
cocky kid too,making jokes and jumping around as if it were a show...which
it was. "I'm gonna stick you but make you last a long time. Longer than
those wimps made you last."  Sole smiled inwardly. He liked this kid, he
knew this kid would die if the curse were not in effect. As it was, Sole
worked his way close to this kid, using only a knife as this kid only used
a knife. The two collided bodily, chest to chest, stomach to stomach, each
holding the other's knife hand's wrist. Sole used his weight to get his
hips onto the kid's hips and they both fell, locked like that. Sole plunged
his knife down toward the kid's neck. The kid twisted and kicked but Sole's
weight on him made him unable to get Sole off him. Their penises grew
together. Sole liked the feeling of the kid's stomach muscles under
him. Sole wondered if what he did next was on purpose or part of the curse
or both. He looked up to the king as if to say he would win this time. The
kid used his free hand to punch Sole's upper chest, lower neck and he
quickly whipped across to get the knife out of his captured hand. Once done
with that, he jabbed it down, down, down, down Sole's chest, lightly but
plunging toward the valley of abs and down it to the navel top. Once there
he let it dig in deeply, finding the bottom hole and the lower ridge. He
dug beneath that. Sole felt it go in and down to his intestines. "Jaaaaaa!
Nnnnngggargghh! Waaaaadddduhhhoohh!"  Sole let go of the kid's wrist.

"Die! Yeah! Yeah, I win! I win! I win!"  The kid yelled and struck down and
down. With his free hand, the kid snatched Sole's knife out of Sole's hand
and tossed it away. Sole jerked up and his penis erupted along the kid and
a splash went up between them, loin cloths ripped in the right places. The
kid also allowed his cum to mingle with Sole's in a simultaneous eruption.
"Aaaahhh! Ahhhh! Die! Diuhhhhhh!"




"Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh. Nrrrrrrugh!"  Sole shut his eyes and fell back, off
the kid's bottom, moving down his legs in a crawling fashion.

The kid let his knife follow, bent, bending his body up to follow Sole's
belly as it tried to get away. He didn't let it. He followed and when Sole
got off far enough, the kid jumped up, moving his legs under him but
keeping his elbow straight out, his arm all the way out, allowing it to
have that knife deep in Sole again. The kid flung his cum off his own penis
with his free hand. The hand that had the knife a bit ago.

A soldier came up to the gates of the city-fortress-castle. One soldier
stood guard by the open ramp where a tunnel was that lead in. Aoi was the
soldier coming up to the gates and he was holding a figure in a loin cloth
over his shoulder, "I found another one."

"Which?"

"One of the three boys...one was brought here today dead, was he not?"

"Yes but..."

"Where are the other guards? The Section leaders?"

"They are all at the games today. Besides, " the youngish redhead smirked,
"No one would dare come and attack us."

"No," Aoi said, "I supposed not."  He had on one of the armor plates over
his chest and the leather straps of the younger guards over his privates,
nothing else over them. He also had on a guard's boots.  "So you are the
only one here?"

"Yes," the guard said.

"Well, can you help me with this one? I think it would make a fine battle
to pit this one against his friend, do you not think that?"

Aoi laid the body on his shoulder, someone his own size, down with the
guard. The guard saw the kid on the floor of the ramp, the kid spread out,
his arms outraised over his head, bare arms with no hair. The kid looked a
bit like Aoi too, dark and with long black hair. The guard looked closer,
"Hey, this kid is..."  He saw a big red hole in the kid's belly
button. "...one of our trainee soldiers...he should have been making rounds
along the walls...now, he's dead. OOF! OOOOOOF!"  The guard looked to his
bare belly, under his armor arch over his chest. His eyes saw a thick knife
in his own navel and holding it was a dark hand. His eyes ran along the
hand to the chest and thick nipples of Aoi.

Aoi smiled, added to the guard's talk, "Yeah and now, so are you. Die!"  He
rammed that knife in more and had to reach up to cover the guard's mouth so
that guard could not alert anyone else. "Fools to leave just one man---man?
You're just a boy! Still boys can do a lot of damage as you can feel! Feel
that!!!!"  Aoi dug deep and gouged out some guts. He stabbed again and the
guy fell back, with a slight groan that no one could hear.




In the arena, while Aoi snuck through the tunnel, Sole was facing a large
muscled blond man. Both had only swords now.

Out in the woodland-desert, Pare and Kiko saw a tree between two other
trees. Pare said, "I could have sworn that that tree wasn't there before."

"I don't know."

"I do. It wasn't there. We camped here for a few days and it was not," Pare
said, "I think it's bewitched."  He moved to it, "Come out. I don't want to
hurt you. I want to talk."

The tree turned into that witch boy. "I ...I am sorry. I just want to talk
too. I am sorry for what I did."

"Then undo it!"  Pare yelled, "Now before something happens."

Kiko called to Pare, "Be careful, little one. He lies. I do not believe he
can undo even his own curse."

"He is the one that lies or is just ..."  The boy rubbed his eyes.

"Just what?"  Pare asked. Pare moved closer, his hand on his knife hilt. He
saw the belly button of the kid as his target.

"Remember, if you kill him...when your friend dies, he will stay dead this
time."

"Kill me?"  The boy asked, "No, you cannot, you do not understand..."

Pare took the knife out now, "All pretenses aside..."

"You promised!"

"I lied," Pare grabbed the kid's arm and twisted it. He drew closer to the
kid and moved his knife to press into the fine, smooth stomach.

"Let me explain!"

"The time for talk is over! It is time you did some... dying! "

 As Pare did this, the blond muscle man had Sole by both shoulders. He
dragged Sole closer to him and closer as if to hug him. Problem was the
muscleman had his hilt of his sword against his own belly and the point in
Sole's. He was dragging Sole to him but stabbing him at the same time...
right in his navel. The hilt was in the muscleman's navel. "Dying kid? I
can take that! Can you?!!! Die kid! DIEEE!"

TO BE CONTINUED...