Date: Thu, 03 Jul 2008 08:33:23 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO  60

The crawling dying one felt his belly tear some more as he sledged toward
his leader Attil. "Owwwww! Ohhhhohoh. Nnnnnngarg."  Then he lay still, his
head finally resting in the dirt. Pare stared at him.

Aoi's lip curled a bit as he thought, "Fight us huh?"

"So then you and these men were..."  Sole realized.

Gior looked at Sole and then back at Pare and back again to look at Aoi,
"You just killed six of my friends..."

"Opps!"  Sole bit his lip.

"Whoops!"  Aoi smiled.

Pare threw down his spear behind his back and put his arms behind his back
and clasped his hands, "You two are so bad. Very bad."  He tried his best
to put on his innocent face.

Attil looked at his dead men, "Do not worry," he smiled, "That is what
warriors and guards are for. Dying."  He laughed. He touched Sole's stomach
again and ran his hand over the belly button.

Sole said, "I thought you said you were done."

"I am," Attil said, "With your healing. I've only just started something
else."  He smiled. Sole turned red. Embarrassed after all he has done with
Pare and Aoi. "That's very cute."

"We're very, REALLY very, very sorry," Pare said, "We didn't mean to..."

"Of course you did," Attil laughed, "It is all right. You did not know..."

Sole turned to Gior, "Sorry. You knew these...warriors?"

Gior shrugged, "Not personally...no."

"Oh," Pare said and shrugged his vascular shoulders, "Then it's all right
then, isn't it."

"Where were you taking him?"  Attil asked.

"Well, we were taking him to an Indian tribe we know to be peaceful and
protected but...now..."  Sole turned to Attil. He looked at Gior.




Pare moved to the boy and from behind held his shoulders. "Gior, why didn't
you tell us you knew a king so close?"

"Please, not being modest I still, however, like to refer to myself as a
prince," Attil moved to them both. He kept his eyes on Sole though. "Not
king. I would prefer my mate, whomever that shall be to be my king."

Gior shrugged, "I didn't want to be a burden to Attil. Besides, I always
liked American Natives."

"I take it something has happened at the farm?"  Attil asked the boy.

"My brothers, they're both..."  Gior cried. Tears welled up quickly and
dropped.

Pare looked at Attil but it was Sole who shook his head for Attil to
see. Sole had moved behind Pare to do this. Attil grew angry, "Who was it?
Was it the Scavengers?"

"We think it might have been just free roamers," Aoi put a spear in the
ground. "They were Irish."

"And besides that they were prejudice," Pare added.

"They weren't scavengers like you know," Gior said.

"The ones I know...have taken up residence very close to my fortress,"
Attil said, "Gior, I am very sorry for your loss."  He put a hand on Gior's
shoulders from the front. Pare took his hands down. He looked at Attil.

Pare moved to Sole, and whispered, "What he must be really old. Like what
40?"

"Could be," Sole said, "But stop being rude."

"I live to be rude," Pare smiled.

Attil looked, "I trust the ones who did this are...dead?"

Pare spoke loudly, "Deader than your men here!"  He didn't mean it to be
mean. It just slipped out with enthusiastic energy. His face dropped when
he realized what he said at the same time Aoi shook his head and Sole
tutted him to be quiet.

"I always wanted to put armed men to guard the farm. It was a good farm. I
guess now I shall have to cultivate my own food supplies to an even greater
extent," Attil put his hands down. Sole noticed his breech cloth was very
severe up his hairless legs and showed a bit of hip under them. He also had
on tight fitting material on his feet. "It is a shame about your
brothers. But they did not want armed men on their farm. They chose
to...well, remain neutral and peaceful."




"Yes," Gior wiped tears with his arms. "And now they are."

Pare came to Gior and brought him to his chest and held him. Gior closed
his eyes. Pare stared. "The peaceful should not die the way they did. But
now they are okay. Out of this hellhole."

Aoi wanted to say something but didn't. Sole was shocked by Pare's show of
emotion. "Is there anything we can do?"

Aoi rolled his eyes. "Yea, we can bring Gior to his new home. Like we
wanted to."

Attil said, "Well, now that you mention it. Although my father was a great
warrior as am I, and he trained me and my men before...before he died..."

"What happened to your mother?"  Sole asked as they walked to their
respective horses.

Attil jumped on his, "She left a long time ago. She and father did
not...well, get along. She and some of the other women and some of the
smaller children, left the fort. There weren't many women or females at all
but those that there were left."

Aoi mumbled as he jumped onto his horse, "No great loss there."

"My son..."  Attil said. Gior took his head from Pare's chest, for he and
Pare were the only two not to move yet to their travel wagon area. "The
Scavengers who took up residence in the castle near us...it was an
abandoned castle just across from my own. We did not need it nor use
it. They have settled there permanently it seems."

"So they have given up their scavenging ways?"  Aoi asked. Pare lead Gior
to the wagon.

"Apparently," Attil said, "And they are not just mere scavengers. They
are...excellent enemies and warriors."

"So what about your son?"  Sole asked. They started to ride now. Pare took
the wagon.

"He was captured by them. He must have left the fort, snuck out of our fort
to meet someone...I think he had a lover or something...that he didn't want
me to know about. I do not know why..."  He looked at Sole deeply, "I do
not offend from male to male relations, in fact, I prefer it."  He looked
the other way, at Aoi, who was across the horses of the wagon. It seemed
like a challenge. Aoi smiled. He was not going to give in to this. Attil
looked away. Aoi did not like this Attil one bit.

Gior looked down.  Attil went on and turned to look at Sole again, "We
tried to rescue him. Many of my warriors were cut down."

"Not very good then are they?"  Aoi asked.


Attil laughed, "I like you. You the cocky one."

"You have no idea," Sole added.

"What's that supp'osed to mean?"  Aoi frowned.

"Means you have a big cock," Sole winked at him. Aoi gave him an okay sign
and winked back.

Pare shook his head, "Hey not infront of the kid, please."

Gior stood up and started to move back to the wagon's rear, "I'm no kid."

Pare grabbed his arm while steering the horses and brought Gior back to
this seat and kissed him on the lips. Gior pulled away but then kissed Pare
on the lips more deeply. Pare let go and was shocked at his own actions. He
swallowed. Gior smiled but then looked at Attil again, listening to the
conversation.

They rode on and the conversation turned to what kind of attack Attil had
made. Men on ladders trying to go up the top of the castle and over. Picked
off by spears and arrows. Those that made it up were knicked in their
bellies by swords. Ladders were tossed down. Arrows fired from below
missed. Spears and catapults did not work. Catapults could not reach over
the top. And the fort the Scavengers took was stronger than Attil had
thought. Nothing penetrated it. Doors were heavily guarded. Battering rams
did not get past the second door. The first had given in. But large pots of
acid thrown from the top of the castle poured onto most of the men. Those
who were left in the first door were easily trapped and then slain via
sword and knives. There was also an underground passage. Apparently, two
the two families of two lovers had the castles. Both were teen boys. They
had a secret tunnel built under the two castles. The families had been
friendly but did not agree to homosexuality. This secret tunnel was found
out by both Attil and the leader of the Scavengers who was named Palan. He
was a bit younger than Attil, maybe 35. "Still too old," Pare had
commented.

For a while after Attil told them the details of this failed attempt, Sole,
Pare, and Aoi wanted to think this over. While they did this, they
approached a less forestry area. Finally, the two fortresses came into
view. Trio gave them both a look over.

Attil was watching him too. "Well, I take it you are the famous Trio then?"

"Yes," Sole said.

"All my men are at your disposal. Will you help us enter the castle?"

"No."

"No?"




Sole answered, "No."

"I...I have to accept that I gue..."

"We don't need a whole parade of men," Sole said.

Aoi looked skyward. More trouble. "Just the three of us will do."

Attil turned to them both, looking from side to side, "Just the...three of
you?"

"Yeah," Pare said, "Look,you tried a whole barrage of men and warriors and
threw your entire force at that place...and it did no good."

"Give us some things first."

"Anything to get my son out," Attil said, "Whatever your price is."

"No, not that," Sole declared, "Just some supplies and I...already have an
idea for Aoi..."

"Oh I can't wait to find out what that is," Aoi said.

"If you have the right materials," Sole said, "And of course we need food
and water..."

"Whatever you need. This is excellent for..I love my son."  Attil said.

"What do they want for him?"  Sole asked.

"My entire fortress. I cannot abandon my men. They are upset enough as it
is over losing so many of their friends and mates and lovers...they would
kill me if I try to give up the castle their ancestors fought so much for."

"You mean those two families?"  Aoi asked.

"Yes defeated after they killed their own children. By my father and his
men. After a great war."

"We will help," Pare declared. He knew something was upsetting Gior. Maybe
his brothers' deaths. It was just recent.

"Help?"  Aoi puffed.

"We have to."  Sole said.

"Oh, I guess so," Aoi said in annoyance, "It's just every time we
help...wackiness ensues."


The arrival at Attil's fortress was mostly uneventful. In a large roomy,
luxurious room with purple pillows, bedspread, and lavender sheets, Sole,
Pare, and Aoi laid down to sleep. Gior walked out of a bathroom to the
bed. Aoi's eyebrows went up, "What's he doing here?"

"Sleeping," Pare said, "He can't sleep alone in a place that he doesn't
know. He's insecure."

"Oh really?"  Aoi asked.

"I am?"  Gior asked.

"They're his friends," Aoi argued, "They know him."

"Not that well," Sole said.

"Hey, who's side are you on?"  Aoi asked.

"My side!"  Gior laughed and jumped into bed near Pare and Sole and rolled
over Sole to get to Pare, now in between them.

Aoi sighed, "Okay, okay. I guess we need the sleep."

Pare and Gior fell asleep faster. Aoi put his head next to Sole's and tried
to speak but before he could Sole was licking his ear. Aoi blinked and Sole
kissed him on the lips and deeply. Aoi responded in kind. "Sole,
mmmpffpp. Listennnnnum. Yum. Something's not right."

"What do you mean?"

"Attil's men. I mean if they liked him enough, why wouldn't they give up
this castle to help save his son, what's his name again?"

"Urik?"

"That's his name," Sole laid back and looked at the ornate ceiling, "I
dunno. Maybe...maybe they like this place too much or maybe..."

"Something else is going on?"  Aoi blinked.

"Yeah," Sole puffed, "There usually is. Let's just get the kid out. He's
not responsible for anything bad."

Aoi frowned, "As far as we know."

"Yeah again but look, stop seeing conspiracies everywhere you look."


"Well, aren't there?"  Aoi asked.

"Go to sleep," Sole said.

"Yeah, just keep kissing each other so those of us who want to, can sleep,"
Gior murmured in his half sleep state.

Aoi smiled and Sole laughed litely. Pare snored.

The next day was all for preparation. Pare was taken to the underground
tunnel where large stones had been placed to block anyone from leaving or
entering. With him were huge musclemen Huns. They began to take the stones
down. Waiting for them, they knew, on the other side would be at least one
guard but if the guard was already alerted, he'd know they were coming
through. Pare whispered, "Try not to make any noise. We want it to be a
surprise. Besides, we have to wait until Aoi and Sole are in place. Don't
take down the last line of stones."  Pare made a spot for him to sleep. He
would need his rest if he were to go into the castle tunnel alone.

Night came and Sole came...well he did. Sole came to a tower in Attil's
castle that looked over to a tower in the other castle. Open windows. Attil
was with Sole, "No one can get a shot that far. We have all tried."

"That's all right," Sole patted Attil on the shoulder. He took a bow and
arrow, a big affair, larger than the ones Gior had. He waited until his
eagle eye saw the watch guard pass the window. "Timing, you see..."  Sole
put his eye along the strung arrow. He pulled with all his might. "...is
the key. It's everything to get it right...."  He fired and the arrow, tied
to a thick rope, flew across the gap between castles and zinged directly
into the guard, who only wore a leather thong. It hit the guard's thick
belly button and filled it immediately. "...in the belly button."  The
guard had no time to gasp. He leaned over the window sill and his body
hunched down on the arrow. "Not the way I wanted it to hit down but let's
see...."  Sole tugged and the arrow was stuck between the window sill wall
on one side and the guy's weight on the other. "He's a big one. Big and
thick. It'll hold."  But the dying guard was not yet out of it. He was
feeling the pain as Sole pulled to test the rope. The arrow jerked back and
forth between his flesh and the brick window sill on the inside. His button
was torn apart in the testing.

"An amazing shot. Amazing. You are simply...."

"Amazing?"  Sole smirked.

Attil blushed.  "Are you sure you do not want me to tie this end on this
side to something?"

"No, Attil," Sole said, "If someone looks out, it'll be risky enough."
Sole patted him again.

"You'll hit hard," Attil flinched.




"No need to worry, as long as my feet hit first!"

"Well, I might not get this chance later, so..."  Attil grabbed Sole and
swung him around to him, grabbed him roughly and kissed him hard on the
mouth. He rubbed Sole's bare smooth back. Sole was hard now, he liked a
bigger, older man treating him like this but he tried not to think about
it. Attil put his hands along Sole's lower back to his hips and moved
toward his dick area.

"Ahh, Attil, time to go," Sole jumped up to the sill and jumped out, feet
first. He swung his body upward and his feet headed toward the other
side. He hit feet first and it took him some time to recover from
that...and from Attil's love moment.

Finally, he slowly started to climb upward. A guard was walking along the
corridor outside the tower room, "Do you want something to eat?"  He looked
in and saw the guard slumped over the window sill. "Huh?"  He chuckled,
"Sleeping on the job again? Man, you're brave."  This guard was pony tailed
with black and blue hair, dyed. He had eye paint on and he had on just a
thong too. His nipples had a giant eye painted on them across his chest
from one nipple to the other. Like a distorted circle around his
nipples. He was lean and muscled and tall, long bodied and angular. Curved
body. He had food on a tray. He shook his head, "Man, if Zoren ever caught
you sleeping on watch tower duty, he'd kill you."  The guard took another
step in.

Sole climbed up some more and this time made better time. He used his feet
on the bricks and held the rope, moving hand over hand. He was sweating
hard as his dick, hard from Attil, kept getting in the way of his
progress. Wetly so. He tried to ignore it. Every muscle strained hard as he
moved upward. If anyone looked out the windows or rooftop overlook...

The guard said, "Oh come on, I won't tell....you don't have to give me the
silent treatment..."  He looked over his guard cohort more closely. He put
the tray down on a small stone table and picked up a torch, "Hey, Aranic,
you all right?"

Sole made some more progress. Another yard or so. Suddenly he felt the rope
lower a bit.

The second guard, Wera, moved Aranic. He shook him. The arrow point in the
belly was not out the back but the end was wedged between the body and the
wall. Now it began to come out, more toward the wall and if the point came
totally out, the rope attached to it and it would fall and Sole would
die...

Sole looked up, "oh no," he said quietly. He moved to climb faster but his
feet fell downward. He was now climbing as in a gym class. "Hafta hurry..."



Wera looked over Aranic's shoulder and saw the arrow in his messed up ab
area. "Oh my God! Aranic, wake up! Are you dead?"  He pulled the arrow out
fully and held it between his friend and the wall. Aranic slumped in his
arms and he held the arrow. "What is this?"  Wera looked over as he let go
of Aranic. Aranic fell with a slump and a huff at last dying. Wera was left
holding the arrow in his hand but the end was against the wall and Wera
could now see that the support between his hand and the wall made the rope
tighten and move. Someone was climbing up! It jerked his hand. "You foul
sneaker, to do this to my friend, for now I'll let you die!"  He let go of
the arrow in his hand and it fell out the window!!!

TO BE CONTINUED...