Date: Thu, 03 Jul 2008 08:34:37 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO 61

Also parts of this are deliberately used from old Viking Cameron
Mitchell/Mario Bava/Jack Palance Viking movies and Ator 2...a homage if you
will...

And now TRIO 61

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!

Sole undoes his sword and jabs it into the brick below his booted feet. The
cement, worn, gave and he stood on his sword now.

 "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!!!

Just as it was gone, a yellow blur came flying up through the window, over
the falling body of Aranic, and smashed into Wera's body. Sole's legs
dropped over the struggling to die body of Aranic and his body covered
Aranic.

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. Which Sole loved feeling up with his own body.

Wera tried to fight against Sole and took out a thin knife to implant in
Sole's bare side. Sole grabbed his wrist. As their dicks began to struggle
against one another, beneath flimsy loin cloths, Sole used his other hand
to cover Wera's mouth. "Shhh! I need you to be quiet! If you do, I'll ...."
He managed to get full control of the knife now, "...kill you quicker than
I was planning to!"  He could feel Wera try to show he was not going to
yell. "Man, that's a disappointment, man, I really wanted ya to..."  Wera's
eyes were wide with fear. Now he started to try to scream loudly. "That's
it! That's the spirit!"  Sole's dick burst as he shoved the knife between
himself and down into Wera's thick belly button meat! Sole held the mouth
still as Wera, beneath felt the full thrust deep down.


"Mfffffffff."  Wera's mouth made sounds beneath Sole's hand as Sole
pushed. Sole also put his face into Wera's face. His eyes were fanatical
and joyful.

Wera's face was in pain and showed the pain of the belly button
stabbing. Then something changed. Wera's face, his eyes, his forehead (no
longer wrinkled in agony) all relaxed and let the pain flow.

Sole pressed. Stomach to stomach. He shoved it in more, "Like that,
doncha!"  Sole felt the angular flesh beneath button rubbing on his own
bare boy lower belly. His navel nubbed against something solid which then
went limp after the strain of taking the stab made it so. "Oh man! You're
hot as hell!"  Wera's belly button wiggled on the knife and Sole, his
killer, could feel every vibration along the knife up to the hilt and to
his hand. Sole shoved knife and hand down. Then he thought of something. As
he felt the energy of Wera ebbing, he let go of the guard's mouth and
before Wera could make any more of a loud sound than a meager weary groan,
Sole covered it with his own mouth and kissed him deeply. Sole rode Wera as
Wera jerked off the floor. It was like riding a bucking bronco! Wera moaned
inside Sole's mouth and it reverberated into Sole's tonsils and throat. He
shot his load and it seeped out the top of his loin cloth and wet him below
that. Sole's muscled abs were covered in thick white goo and slick clear
pre cum which seeped through, his and Wera's. Sole stood, separating
himself from Wera and he rushed to the window, stepping on Aranic's bare
back, "I need this."  He reached down and plucked his sword from the
stone. Coming back inside in one fluid motion, he jabbed his sword point
right next to the knife in Wera's button. "There, that'll teach ya to try
and yell when I kill ya!"

Wera spat from his dick a few more jerking thrusting times and finally lay
still, under Sole's point. Sole removed the sword and took the knife and
sheathed it inside his loin cloth after wiping it on Wera's. Another guard,
one with a tight body but a large expansive stomach, muscled and well abbed
but with his bathing suit type outfit showing a low hanging bottom, this
stomach made a large curve outward. And had a long ball and socket belly
button innie but with the ball and socket ridge being VERY outtie. Sole
shoved his shoulder into the guard who had long blond hair and as he did
this he also shoved the knife into the guard. The guard's head jerked one
way and his torso another and his shoulders another! "Yofaaaatttahhhh!"
The guard fell against the wall but didn't slide down it yet but it was
apparent he soon would, his outtie destroyed somewhat but as Sole pulled
the knife out, it was clear that this was hurtful but not very deep.

"Tell me where the prisoner is and I won't kill you....you're just
wounded," Sole said.

"Fuck you...you...I seen and heard of you and your
two...pals...you...you're..."  The guard was in fear, "You're Trio!"

"Shhh!"  Sole covered his mouth and with his sword hand he held the guard
up. "Nice face."  The guy had an ear ring in his left ear, an ear covering
of steel in his right ear and a loop ear ring hanging from his right
ear. He also had an eyebrow ring. And he was extremely smooth and with wide
shoulders and broad back. The guy was also very chesty, big great pecs. "So
what's it gonna be?" He let go of the guy's mouth.




"Fuck!"  The guy puffed but lowly. "Allright, allright..."

"I'll tell you...he's in the tower east...that way up and then down and
then up again..."

"Just like this?"  Sole put his knife in the guy's belly button again. He
twisted and dashed that ball and socket button and pulled and cut it out,
split the ball part into two and then cut and pulled off the outie ridge.

"I...aahhh...I can't believe you did this...that to me?"  The guy looked
down and then stared. He looked up, with hate, at Sole. Their eyes
locked. He looked as if he wanted to kill Sole, then he felt the hard
hitting pain deepened in him.

Sole twisted intestines out and let the guard fall, long hair sliding down
behind the head against the wall, "Don't take it personally, we're Trio. We
hardly let anyone live that we cum..."  Sole undid his loin cloth top a bit
and jerked a frothy whiteness, "fuck I can do this all night! We hardly let
anyone live that we cum up against or cum on..."  Which Sole did. Over the
guy's torso as the guy fell onto his back, his large round belly open to
the world, tight and muscled but sticking out mostly. A nice rounded smooth
belly with the hint of a six pack or even an eight pack.

As he died, the guard said, "You said you'll, ouaaa, you'd let me live."

"Of course, I needed something from you and now I do need something more
from you."

"Whataaahhhhhh!"

"To die in slow agonizing pain for working with a man who would kidnap a
young boy!"  Sole plunged his sword into the man's leftover stomach.

You just have to stab then slowly push the blade deeper into the button
hole, then twist the blade slicing out the entire navel and when you remove
the knife the button just falls onto the ground and if it is a large strong
button it might jump up and down a few times before laying still on the
ground.

Sole stood up, cum stranding down from his dick as he redid his loin
cloth. He grabbed his sword after stabbing the plucked out navel one last
time with the knife. He also had his spear attached to his back. He looked
into the hallway and strode out, ready for action.




Pare stood with a new loin cloth on, leopard spots adorning it. He was made
sure by the relief workers who gave it to him that it was synthetic, not
real. He never would wear a real one that was taken off an animal that was
killed. He, like his two friends, abhorred the killing of animals, with the
exception of the male human variety. Those that crossed the Trio or hurt
innocents were fodder for their knives, swords, and spears and anything
else pointy Trio could get their hands on. The top rocks were down now. The
passage was open. All Pare had to do was get over the top, which was about
where his waist was. He was about to do just that when a multi national row
of warriors stood up from hiding. They all had long thin white spears made
from bone of some kind. The workers who had cleared the rocks were still
standing by them. Each worker received a spear point, no head on the spear,
just a thin point, into their waiting navels. Navels of all shapes and
sizes were impaled. The guard who had waited on the other side of the
passage had called some fellow guards when the rocks came down. Some of the
stabbed workers, the Hun's side, bent as they were stuck in the gut. Others
tried to back away only to have their slayer reach out and thus extend the
spear further into their retreating belly. They were stuck even
harder. Through this, Pare, who was instantly hard as rock seeing these
muscled Huns stabbed in their guts, made himself useful. It was too late to
save the workers but he could provide that ONE, they were avenged, TWO that
the guards, including the one who called the extra hiders, were slain
quickly and quietly without warning others in the fort, and THREE that he
had fun. He was close enough to duck under the spears, much to the
amazement of the three spear men that were infront of him. He took out his
knife quickly and ran under the legs of the spear men and boys. Each moment
he passed them as he moved left he jabbed the knife into a smooth waiting
belly button. Adorned against tanned bellies on some, freckled white
bellies on others, Native American red skin on others. But once he reached
the end of the row, he turned and saw that the other spear men on the other
side, going right, were alive and still sticking the workers. They detached
their spears and their prey slowly bent or moved back, some fell to their
knees. The workers tried to resist the death fall. All failed. The spear
men and boys infront of Pare now, on the left, were undoing their spears
from the coils of the Hun intestines, when they realized that they too were
stabbed. Some took their spears out proudly and puffed up their chests
without the knowledge they were soon to be dead too. Then pain registered
in their stomach area and spread. They looked down at their destroyed red
belly button cave. They gasped and fell. Some didn't even gasp. A few knew
they were stabbed and felt proud anyway. They resisted the pain but as Pare
smirked from one corner of his mouth and watched, they fell to their sticky
climax of a death. "OhOhOhHoHoH!"

Pare moved now. As he raced along the row, he flashed his sword at the
first spear boy, who couldn't move his spear round fast enough. Pare
stabbed him in the lower stomach, under his navel and thrust up to take it
out.

"Gooooarahhh!"  The boy fell and his spear caused confusion among the four
warriors near him. It caused one to trip. Pare cut across his back and
severed his spinal cord. As that one fell, he wanted the back pain to end
so he stabbed himself in his gut hole with his own knife. He gurgled and
with a loud moan fell. On the other side of the rock wall, now made low,
Pare could hear the dying undescribable sounds of the workers. This made
him harder and wet with pre cum. He saw one smart warrior drop the bloody
spear and take out a sword. Not fast enough. Pare drove his sword through
this one and reached out his other arm fully, putting his knife and indeed
his whole hand holding the knife into the belly of another warrior, a red
skinned Native from America.

"Oaffaaahh!!!"




The long hair flopped and his body bent and folded. The sworded man bent
over backwards and Pare kicked him and stabbed the last one. He called to
them all, "Die well all of you. Those who made the path clear for me and
those who presented a good enough pass time to butcher bellies. Die all of
you. Feel it good."  Pare strode on through the passage. Pre cum leaked
into his belly button outtie as he moved and his dick grew far past his
navel, sticking straight up.

Unknown to him, some figure followed him. A shadow moved along the walls of
the passage and smooth skinned legs passed over the rocks. Passed the dying
warriors, a booted foot kicking a few into their final death throe. Someone
was following Pare now.

In the leaking morning rays of sun, a flying device moved. A glider. A hang
glider. The person maneuvering the glider wore black leather but not much
of it at that. His dick area was strewn with studded (with silver studs)
leather straps. The dick itself was ringed with a leather cock strap,
circling and it was attached to black leather webs, also studded which
entrapped the big hairless balls. Around it all was a leather pouch, also
black. From this pouch came two leather straps that went around the hips to
hold a back cloth over the butt hole. Bare skin between them and the upper
straps that went over the hips. A holster for a sword probably had more
material to it. A long knife was stuck in the crotch area from upper and
lower straps for easy access. This black haired avenging eagle was Aoi. He
flew over the fortress as the rays of sun shone down, making visibility
difficult for the tower guards. He had on black rounded shades!

At first, Aoi let go of the control bars to aim a special bow which fired
13 arrows at one time, sweeping the towers and the in between areas of the
flat open top of the castle walls and the in between mazes of
bridges. Guards on the towers and bridges tossed spears up at him and they
naturally missed. One came very close. Aoi fired a second volley of arrows
and took out 12 men.

Every one hit. "Oooooo!!!"

Wang! "That smarts!"  One said he flopped to the floor like a stuck fish.

Shingggggg! "Damn! He got me!"

Fssssshhhhhhh! "Fuck me gut!"

Wing! "Shit, I'm hit! I'm gonna die!"

Whamp! "Rat shit! I'm dead!"




A few hung over the walls. Some fell totally off, dying by arrow and by
hitting the ground with a loud splatt and yelp. Some hit their arrows into
themselves before they landed. Some landed on their arrows. A few fell over
on the windows. Aoi smiled as he saw one wrestle with the arrow---and
slowly lose. This guy was thickly built and had a muscled tenpack....his
first rib attachment at the abs (there are two per side) were very
developed, thus a tenâ€`pack. The abs below the belly button had grown
the required tendon, which is very rare since that part of the ab isn't
split like the part upper to the navel. Aoi knew this and decided to plant
another arrow into that part. He did. The guy held his arrow like he was in
love with it as if it were an extension of himself. In pain, the guy held
with both hands but he saw another fellow guard, a lanky tall one, dying
with an arrow sticking out like an extension of his HUGE AND LONG OUTTIE
navel. He took the spear from the guy's hand and the hand wanted to hold
onto it. The stuck guys battled a bit for the spear but the thick guy won
and the hand of the lanky dude shook as if it wanted to hold something in
order to bare the pain of dying. Just as the new arrow hit the lower ab
under the button and severed the tendon, the thick guy let loose his spear.

A spear from another sailed close and Aoi had to turn sharply. An arrow
whizzed by his head and tore through the hang glider sail. His sunglasses
fell off. That made him madder.

"Damn! Rip this silly thing but don't make me lose my shades!"  He fired 12
arrows into that one guy, who gripped them in his thick, wide belly. One
was embedded in his balloon like navel. The guy twirled and danced a dance
of death. He shook and then fell. He would not die for hours... since he
was so strong and muscled and full of energy and life and vigor. He would
cling for hours. Even though his lanky pal, smooth skin and bleach
blond/brunette with highlights of purple and an Indian twirl design in his
hair across his head gave in and died a sticky sperming death, this guy
wrestled even as he fell onto the ground. He twitched and tried to keep the
arrow from hitting the ground, the side of the wall and his pal. He didn't
always succeed. Each time it hit something, he was caused more pain. He
felt his pre cum frothing so much and his dick pressed against his metal
codpiece and bent. It seemed to push out of the cod piece but couldn't. The
cod piece moved out a bit and beneath it was obvious there was a great
veined dick pumping. It pumped to spray and leaked loads that shot out from
all angles. The guy churned and twisted in agony, his entire back leaving
the stone ground at times. His head and feet remained. Then he fell
back. No one cared to even put him out of his misery. He felt other guards
running past him. A few hit the arrow and caused him more pain. Some, he
was sure, did it purposely but others didn't. They didn't even care enough
to cause him pain or put him out of it. In a way he liked it. He knew his
thick navel would hold out...but he was wrong. He died, slowly, in pain and
deep arrow inside.

While this happened, Aoi was in some trouble. As usual.  Letting go of the
empty arrow bin and the bow, Aoi sailed downward. He waited until the last
moment when the fort came up at him before letting go of it. It dangled
sideways and landed on two guards, taking them into unconsciousness--they
were the lucky ones, Aoi thought, to escape his sword and arrows. He jumped
from the falling sail and put his muscled legs straight out. He landed
gracefully on one of the top bits of the walls where walkways were. He took
out his sword with a FFIINGGGGGAH.




Two men, both larger, wore fur covered trappings over their privates and
thick studded metal boots. Both had large slightly curved swords. They
swung at Aoi but he ducked at one and elbowed him in the stomach, "Wait,
I'll give it something better in a sec!"  He kicked the other one to the
side of the wall and drove his sword straight into the guy's navel (it was
what looked like a double navel, one on top the other and slightly above it
as the mixed--someone botched that umbilical cord operation!). The guy
bellowed like a wounded elephant and buckled against the wall at the
hips. His slightly beared face fell in pain and he held his steroidic body
in pain. Aoi ignored him and turned to the one he elbowed, grabbing the
dying one's curved sword. Using the curved sword to block an incoming sword
swing by the second guard, Aoi moved in with his own sword and jabbed it
into the second guy and out that guy's back. That guy stiffened in the
middle of the walkway and his hips jerked backward slightly as he was
struck. One moment he had been fighting valiantly and the next he, proudly,
was taken out..or rather his belly button was taken out his bare back by
Aoi's quick thrust in. Aoi let it stay there for no longer than 3 seconds,
"Told ya. Feels better than my bony elbow, don't it?"

The guy let out a whispered, "Ohhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhh."  His stiffened body
rose up a bit as if to get off it or maybe just to get off. He spit from
his fur covered loin cloth and drooled. Aoi ignored this and pulled out and
ran on, not even waiting to watch this one fall. The other one had fallen
and this second one jerked over him. Then he too laid out on top his
friend's bare belly and cam creaming a puddle on the guy's butchered belly.

Aoi heard other guards yelling, "Get him!"  More guards ran the walls and
the bridges and tower railings to come after him. Aoi wasn't interested in
standing his ground this time but in finding the imprisoned boy. Aoi ran
along a wall and saw two men pop out a small square hole, pushing forward a
trap door of wood. He kicked one in the groin as he came up. The other one,
a square jawed Australian puffed up his chest and his dangly brown hair
caught Aoi's eye. Aoi smiled. This guy was not overly muscled, no steroids
there but he had a nice pec spread. Aoi raised two swords and the youth
across from him, about a year older than Aoi, smiled a perfect set of
teeth. The one Aoi kicked recovered and pointed a long spear at Aoi.

The Aussie snapped, "He's mine!"

The recovered guy moved at Aoi with the spear anyway. Aoi sworded it aside
and stepped in at the guy and drove a sword right up the guy's navel to
come up out the guy's shoulder blades. Still stinging from pain from the
kick, he now forgot it as the pain from being sworded up the button and out
the back hit him. "Ohhhhhhhnooonaw that didn't...."

"It did. Deal with it best you can," Aoi pulled out and raised his weapon
valiantly. The guy fell with a guffaw.

"Nice," the Aussie said. To Aoi he looked like the first actor to have
played YOUNG HERCULES in HERCULES and in the two hour movie that started
the show. Smooth skinned, hairless but hard bodied with a grim smile and
dark tan. He was hot as Aoi recalled and so was the skinnier kid who played
him later on. Anyway, Aoi puffed up his chest to the Aussie. "Two can play
at that."

"I only have one sword."  The Aussie smiled with dimples Aoi couldn't
ignore. Australian accents are so hot, Aoi thought.

"I know you are just trying to delay me until your pals get here and stab
me in my back."

"And what a nice back it is too," the Aussie said. "Let me even out the
odds as quickly as possible."  He stooped and unsheathed his dying pal's
sword and struck at Aoi!



Aoi hit the sword, swiveling his hips to avoid the attack. The other sword
sung as it swung at him also.

Sole saw steps leading down from the tower he was in. "East? Up? That way
and up? I have to go down to go up?"  As he snuck around a corner, a knife,
silver and metallic, came at his belly button and pressed up against it!

Pare moved through the passage and found it lead to a stone brick hallway,
an old one. He moved back a bit and turned. He failed to see a shadow duck
into a large naturally formed stone alcove. Pare moved into the manmade
part of the fort now. The figure followed him and in its hand held a small
knife.

TO BE CONTINUED....