Date: Sat, 05 Jul 2008 07:51:21 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO 62

"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.

Sole stepped back from the knife at his navel and it followed, pressing.
Sole brought his sword around and leaned backward even further. As his
stomach tightened with the stress, the attacker, an Irish brunette pressed
forward. Sole knocked the knife arm away from him by reaching underneath
and hitting with his sword. Sole bent over almost at a ninety degree angle
and this left the attacker's sword level over him, not knowing what to
do. A belly button that was shallow with just a slight indent, not enough
to even notice, no belly ridge ring or anything, this Irish warrior, thin
fur covering his loins, gripped his sword hilt and prepared to plunge it
straight downward into the shelf that is Sole's muscled belly. Sole flung
his knife, fresh from the guy he just killed slowly, into the Irishman's
belly button and it vanished, hilt the only thing left. The guy looked down
and in awe and shock couldn't say a thing. Sole flipped backward and stood
up, undoing his spear as the guy shook his head and blinked, nodding in
unbelief. A spear soon flashed and when the Irish dude looked down he saw
Sole's spear perpendicular to his navel, just atop the knife and sliding
against it. "Gaw!!!!"  The Irishman bent a bit and put his head back, his
mouth open.  Sole stabbed in and out and withdrew the spear. Then he hit it
in again and laughed. The Irish man jerked but only his lower body. His
dick rocketed out and spat whiteness over Sole's lower belly, beneath his
own navel. Sole left him standing there and moved on down steps and found a
winding tunnel which lead upward now. Sole ignored the man's dying groans
because it usually made him hard and he had just cum down from the last
kill.


Aoi spun on the wall top and whirled both swords, knocking the swords of
the Australian away from him but the strong kid had a good grip on them and
holding his ground kept swinging. Aoi blocked again and again but as he
spun fully one more time, he noticed a large group of guards coming at his
back.  Then he noticed the Aussie's belly button: tight but without a side
ridge it paradoxically had an upper ridge and a disconnected lower
ridge. Nice fleshy meat inside which seemed to spiral to one side and
hilled into a mountain like side on the other.  "Gee whiz, golly goodness,
Aussie, I have to finish this faster than even you thought..."  Aoi jumped
up high in the air and as the Aussie tried to stab him from beneath, Aoi
landed low and crouched down. He drove both swords up into the waiting
smooth but hard flesh of the Aussie's lower belly and then made the swords,
with great effort, change places, butchering the Aussie's belly and his
tight navel.  Aoi felt the nice, super hard muscles of the guy's abs and
wished he could make this a slow kill. "Oh man, you're so hot! Nice bod! I
wish I could stay a bit longer as the song says."

"Ohhhh, you're hot too! That ahhh, makes me soooooooak...soak..."

"Soak in cum lather?"  Aoi looked down at the Aussie's groin to an ever
expanding darkness of wet love.

"You're making my death so
much....uchhhhuchhutch...gutch...bettertahhh....do me..."  He huffed.

"And you're...."  Aoi kissed him quickly on the mouth and pushed off,
pushing the Aussie back but driving the swords in deeper and deeper in one
quick move. He let go of the swords to grip the guy's pecs, "...still
stalling..."  Aoi felt the nipples, "Had to do that before I let you die in
pain...fucker..."  Aoi kissed him again as quick as possible and gripped
the swords, made them spin in his palms and pushed off again but he turned,
ripping the swords out and swinging them fully as he circled...cutting two
new attackers, one Native American and one a Chinese man in half. As their
bodies fell, more attacked. Aoi used one sword to stab a Samurai who was
reaching far up in the air with two swords. Aoi drove it in fast and then
out and his other sword was low hanging...and dipping into the groin of a
dark African who attacked with a spear, looking like Shaka Zulu.. Aoi
zipped it up and into the rippled black muscles. A navel was somewhere in
there and Aoi's sword let him feel it and the feeling of cutting it went
down the sword and up Aoi's arm to his shoulder and then his own heart and
his own belly button. So much so that it ached to have something in it. A
Texan, a tall, lean one, wearing a brown leather jacket with fringe and no
shirt underneath and denim pants, swung a huge pitchfork at Aoi. "You've
got to be kidding me, right?"  Aoi snapped and hit the fork away and
stabbed the Texan whose face seemed to indicate that he thought now that he
was weaponless Aoi would not kill him. Aoi fooled him and jabbed him
dead. He was dead before he hit the ground. Aoi pulled and tugged and
stabbed and stabbed. Bodies flew at him and flew just as fast down to the
ground. Most guards didn't even have time to react or to make any sound at
all. Aoi cut and gutted. Then he ran as more and more guards came from
small areas of the upper walls and from around the towers.


Aoi stopped short but then ran forward again as two big brutes came
out. One with a big belly which Aoi slid to, on his knees and holding out
one sword toward. The big belly was caught and Aoi plunged. He let the
sword go and let the guy drop. Ignoring his wet dick that was small a few
seconds earlier and was now growing again through the formerly wet and
cummed on dick head and body, Aoi engaged the second warrior muscle
brute. He swung a hard sword against Aoi's and the two sword fought for
about 30 seconds...30 seconds longer than Aoi wanted to ...for more guards
were coming.  Heavy and strong, he grabbed Aoi's arm and pulled Aoi toward
him. He pulled Aoi's back to his chest and belly and gripped the Asian boy
in a death hug. Aoi's sword was at his side. Aoi was shutting his eyes and
thinking he was going to die when he saw the first brute down on his belly
and the sword sticking up out of his back. Struggling with his own dick and
cumming, this first brute was on his stomach and belly, butchering it more
in his cumming and his jerks and efforts to get free of the blade. It would
never happen. The blade stood up. Aoi kicked off a stone wall of a rounded
tower side and the brute holding him went back and tripped over the feet of
the first brute...and his back tumbled down onto the sword point that was
covered in his partner's (with every connotation that that word enjoyed)
blood. The sword ripped into the back and he jerked, letting go of Aoi. Aoi
took out his small knife and jerked it back into the guy's side just near
his left hip, hitting bone and skin. Aoi jumped up as the second one fell
back. Aoi turned and had his second sword turned into the belly button of
the second brute but he saw it rip at the belly just side by side with the
other sword. Aoi rubbed the two together and decided to leave the knife and
sword there. Three more brutes came at him. Aoi grabbed the arm of one and
shoved him, belly first spinning. The belly button jammed onto the sword of
a second warrior. Both flopped with uselessness. Aoi relieved the second
one of his long sword and used it to stab the last one, putting it in and
removing it and then putting in the second one in as he removed the
first. And then the first one back in after he removed the second. He did
this three times before moving on.  More guards ran from exits and turrets
and alcoves.

Pare stopped at two ways up. One was series of spiraling steps with not
much room between spaces. The other was a less tilted floor leading up
also. Fallen bricks indicated some kind of a major fight had taken place
here. Pare had to choose and he choose the titled floor, not really liking
closed in spaces much. The knife wielding boy who was following him chose
the spiral staircase, winding upward.

After slaying the first guard, who had called the others over to hide, Pare
had that guards's short sword now.  He sheathed his longer sword and knife
and moved on up. He saw a huge gate like door with rod iron spikes
open. Before it was a man standing, stupidly with his back to the
opening. Pare snaked his hand around to the guy's belly, a nice straight
affair of a bare belly, with few distinguishing muscles but a washboard
effect and not much definition. This guy looked as though he could be
British or Italian or a mixture. He had dark salted hair and looked a bit
older than the usual warrior. He held a long spear. Pare didn't care. He
reached around and jammed packed his knife into the guy's snail like outtie
navel and plunged. The guy couldn't react much. He gasped wind in and fell
slowly. As he did Pare inched around and stepped over his falling body, leg
over the guard's hip. Pare removed the knife, "I'll either let you live or
I'll kill you fast if you tell me where the young prince is."

The guy nodded, not able to talk now. The nod was a "No". Pare shrugged,
"Have it your way."  Pare took the guy's spear from his shaking hand and
stabbed him deeply in the same hole but this time he let it rip down deeper
until he felt stone.  "Fucking fool."  He moved upward to a place where
stalls were, possibly for horses or goods or food stores. All empty
now. "Damn. No kid."


Aoi ran to a large staircase that went down from the top. Under a
trellace. On one side five warriors appeared. Aoi jumped to the other side,
away from the center and sword fought all five at the same time. He stabbed
one, two, three in concession. They fell into the hole that housed the
staircase down. A staircase of stone. One jumped to the other side. Aoi
stabbed him and jumped onto the last one and floored him. The warrior, not
expecting this, was taken back and down. Aoi dropped both swords and took
out the warrior's own very long metal knife and using both hands on the
black leather hilt, drove it down into the bent back and abbed stomach. Aoi
jerked off but jerked off the body too and re-grabbed his swords and
swung. On the other side more guards appeared and began to fight over the
open hole, sword to sword with Aoi. Aoi quickly made some regret their own
belly holes were near the area but others came and more and more. Aoi
stabbed them and they fell into the hole. A few fell backward, away from
the hole, their own holes throbbing with emptiness now that Aoi's sword had
been unplugged out of them. Clanging against all swords, seemingly at once,
Aoi made a few fall. Those that had their swords fallen were given a sense
of security as if they had been taken out of the fight. They were right in
a way...Aoi took them out but only after he followed the falling of their
swords with a fatal jab to their buttons. He took out all types of buttons
that day: innies, outties, in betweenies, mixtures of all types, snails,
double buttons, tentacles, walnuts, ball bearings, ball and sockets, eyelid
types, blood red ones (made more blood red than ever after a quick stab in
and out), shallow ones, tubes, balloons out and balloons in, tips that
looked like balloons that winded innie, hilly ones, and ones that hardly
seemed like buttons at all. Finally, having disposed of all the guards
above, he ran down the steps. At the bottom he found a corridor and another
guard...

"Even I'm getting tired of stabbing...but..."  Aoi slew him quickly and the
guard fell. He ran.

Pare moved on to a hallway that went upward slightly too and beyond this
wide open hallway, was a higher up floor and a few iron bar cells.

The knife holding follower appeared in the light of a hall window. It was
the boy from the farm. Gior. His face looked frightened but he heard a
sound and followed it. He moved to a higher level, up a few stone steps and
into a new area of stone.

"Oh come on."  He heard a familiar voice say, almost pleadingly but also a
bit enticingly.

"Please prince..."

"Prince," Gior said in a whisper. He moved to the cell but carefully. He
saw it from the corner of the outside cell door. He peered inside, bending
down so as not to be seen.

Inside was a warrior, a tall man with a slight goatee and big pecs. Nipples
stood out too. This warrior had on a leather thong and boots, both
brown. He also wore a big sword at his right hip. The curly brown hair,
almost black, hung down to his neck and lower back. Gior squinted in to see
that the boy was the prince...Attil's son. Attilia the Hun's grand
son. Urik.


The boy was a beautiful sandy haired, dark blond. He was shorter than Gior
and had wider hips. In between the hips was a rounded, smooth belly, not
muscled but not fat much either. Gior had fallen in love with that belly
button that rested, floated in between on that boyish hairless belly that
seemed to talk as the belly moved in different ways. He wore a low, very
low hanging deer skin flap over a vine around his lower waist, almost to
his penis, showing the nice spread of flesh. Gior loved the deep belly
button and spiraled inward like a cone. A dark roundish beauty mark was
inside to the left, cornered up by a tentacle that stretched out like a
blob arm of a starfish. On his feet he wore only moccasins. His hazel eyes
exuded innocence but the stance of his body aroma-ed only sex. His butt
stuck out a bit and his back arched and his legs, thick and showing signs
of Urik being a runner, slanted to one side and then the other, leaning on
an old wooden table. In the glistening sunlight coming from the cell
window, the Prince looked like an angel/devil boy, his long hair tied back
in a bun behind his head. He had not much of a chest but he had big round
pointed nipples, almost a different color than the rest of his body.

"Prince I cannot do that."

"Come on, I'm bored trapped up in here with nothing to do. You hardly ever
speak."

"I'm here to guard you."

"And I appreciate that. I mean you are the leader Band's best man and
Zoren's best guard?"

"Band leads us and Zoren trains as guards."

"But you're scavengers all the same and that means you must have some needs
beyond those of a normal guard, don't you?"

"Prince, please..."

"Drop the prince please. I'd like you to drop me," the Prince came forward,
Urik. He put his hands on the man's arms, "So manly..."

The warrior took his hands and put them on the smaller boy's shoulders and
moved him away. "I will not."

Urik raised one eyebrow far up, "You're not afraid? Are you?"

"Of course not."

Urik shrugged and took a mug of water and poured it just slightly down his
neck. It dripped down his chest, between his pecs and filtered into his
belly button, mostly caking in there. It took a lot of water to make it
dribble down over the bottom ridge down to his vine and further. The
warrior followed with his eyes. Urik felt his sides, just over his hips and
rubbed. He stuck his stomach out, far out and bent his butt inward,
tightening his cheeks. He shut his eyes and stuck his tongue between his
lips to mock as though he were biting his tongue. "Ohhh..."


"Ohhh," the warrior said and looked at the boy with lust. His eyebrows came
down as he started to undo his sword belt. He looked as though he were in
control of the situation. He laid his sword belt and sword in it on the
wooden table, putting one arm around the boy, feeling smooth skin on his
arm and hand.

Urik said, "Uh huh, those big brown eyes..."  Then he turned his body and
lifted his leg against the warrior's hip. Kicking. The warrior flew against
the side wall. He recovered fast and shook his head and moved forward. In
this short time, Urik removed the guy's ultra thick sword (but thin at the
front) from the belt and jumped up on the table. As the warrior moved at
the table, Urik swung but then stopped in mid swing to allow the warrior to
impale himself on the point of his own sword. The warrior looked at his
belly and then up at Urik, who's eyebrows made a mean Vee look as he stuck
and struck deeper. The warrior shook a bit but Urik, in one fluid move,
withdrew the sword and the force made the warrior fall onto his back...

"UhUHUhhuhhuff...lookohohohohohohohohohh oh oh oh oh," as the warrior on
the floor made these sounds, Urik took the belt and put it around his own
waist and looked down at the dying warrior. The face on Urik made it clear
that Urik thought little of the dying guard, "Fool."  Urik curled up one
side of his mouth in disgust and fascination, then made a happy face as the
guard neared the end of his sound effects. All this made the watching Gior
smile. And his penis was hard as hell. Presently it became wet. The guard
made a fountain as he sprung his penis free in his dying gestures. Urik
nodded, "It takes nothing to make some people happy."  He took the keys
from the guard and opened the cell. Stepping out into the hall, he gripped
his sword. Gior stood and gripped his knife. "YOU!"

"Yes me," Gior said, tensing every muscle, his stomach tight and inward.

Pare saw many guards at the ways in and out, "Guess they expect someone to
come in from the middle or top. They didn't count on me being a bottom kind
of guy."  He said this purposely so as to draw their attention. Three of
them heard him and came down to him. "Hey, you guys know all those
movies..."  He ran right at the three of them and head butted one in the
stomach, "Nice and hard stomach that was....operative word on WAS !!!!...."
He said as he plucked the guy's navel out with his knife in his right
hand. The guy fell back.

"OH MY GUT!"  The guy fell onto his back but his two pals didn't stop. One
stepped on him. "Oh, this is....ain't this a bitch!!! Fuck!"


"Operative word also on operative!"  Pare stuck his sword, which he pulled
out as the other two came together at him. He put the hilt into one's belly
and thrust back, making this one bend but not fatally. He then shoved the
sword directly opposite that and put the nice point into the belly of the
third one, "Operative operating on belly ops!"  The sword went through the
guy's back and Pare whipped it out fast. "Anyway...my point being...."
Pare stopped as he saw the guy on the floor get up and pull out a knife to
equalize things...and this guy had a sword too, "Point being...right in
your fucking gut hole without a chance for you to...."  Pare now had his
sword into the guy and was in his face, pushing him to the wall. The guy
shut his eyes. His Adam's apple went up and down. Pare felt as though he
had put his sword through this guy's bare back and into the brick behind
him. He wriggled it around a bit and felt the cold knife of the guard
against his own hip, above it and moving slowly, agonizingly toward his
belly button, hitting erogenous zones along the way. Pare slapped it away
before it did any permanent damage but the small cut there gave him more
power to act animalistic. He pulled the sword out and countered with his
knife, plugging the hole his sword just abandoned. "...to do anything worth
your miserable life...."

Three dead, Pare moved on. He saw one lone guy at a big wooden set of
doors. He went to it and hit the guy's hip to move him around. The guy
turned partly. "Hey, will you stay alive long enough for me to explain..."

This guy removed a very big sword.

"Overcompensating? You'll stay alive. Okay, I think you will for a time..."
Pare said and looked a bit afraid. "For once a challenge!"

The other guy, thick and olive skinned Italian ran at him but Pare stepped
aside and elbowed him. The guy hit the doors and hurt his face but turned
around and avoided a thrust by Pare. "Anyhooooo, I want to tellya...youknow
all those stupid movies where the good guys are supposed..."  Pare swung at
the guy's sword and felt it sting in his hand. The guy swiped and almost
hit Pare's middle but Pare jumped back and his belly was nicked a bit with
a small slash. "Wow, I AM impressed. Not many could of done that shit!"
Pare smiled and the guy smiled back, "You don't talk much."

"You're doing fine for the boat of us."  The guy was VERY Italian.

"Boat? Did you come on over on one of those things, padrone?"

"I am older than you but..."  The guy moved at him and hit his sword. They
met body to body, pressing. "With more power with age, I got you dead in
less than a minute."

"Glad to hear it," Pare grit his teeth and forced this out. The guy was
actually pushing Pare back toward the wall. "Can I finish?"

"Finish me? No. Finish cumming...yup! I can see you are."

Pare laughed as he brought his knee up into the guy's abs, "HEY THAT'S MY
LINE! I"m supp'sed to say that shit. Wow, nice hard abs but my knee can
feel them up good n stuff."  The guy bent over. "Anyhoooo, homie, it like
this, man, these movies...."  The guy brought up his sword and used the
hilt to hit Pare in the chin. Pare was knocked off balance but he recovered
faster than the guy thought he would and as the enemy tried to thrust at
Pare, Pare stuck his sword AND his knife deep into the guy's stomach hole.

"OAFFFFFFF!"


"Hey yeah you are an oaf but you...well, you're timing off dude. Less than
a minute. I think I got ya dead at a minute. Oh you meant you killin me,
killin you? That killing thang only work one way, homie!"  With this last
word, Pare shoved both in as deep as he could. He walked the guy a long
walk toward the other side and to the two doors. Which opened and thrust
the guy deeper onto Pare. Pare shoved and pushed and then swung the guy
away from him, pulling his weapons out but they slid out quickly like they
only stuck butter.

As he pulled out, Pare saw two other guards coming from the doors. Beyond
the doors were two other men, large and imposing, probably the two leaders
of this rag tag group. Two new guards came out. One was black and looked
like Shaka Zulu and held a long wooden sword. The other was some kind of
Mid Eastern Arab wearing only a white robe with a hood, that was open and
he was naked completely beneath that. He had a curved Arab sword.  Pare
kicked against them and spun around as he landed. He stabbed the Zulu dude
in the tight circle of abs, missing his belly button. "Damn shit! I hate
when that happens."

The Zulu gasped, "What happens?"

"I missed that TOTALLLY FINE BUTTON of yours!"  Pare said, "Fix that
though."  He mushed up and down, getting the button en route and back. He
pulled out and saw the two leaders coming at him from the room. Pare swung
the door on his side and hit the one nearest it. He then threw his knife
and it embedded into the other's stomach. The Arab was stunned by Pare and
flung off his robe.

"That is one hot bod but I hate Arabs and Mid Eastern fucks. They all
crazy! You?"  The Arab just smiled and swung his sword.  "Good, lemme talk
then. In these movies, they always have the good guys so good that the good
guys, youknow, never kill anybody but they be so good," Pare went on as the
two clashed over their swords. The other leader, who wasn't dead, tried to
come out but Pare managed, as he fought to wrap his leg around the door and
slam it on his face. "....so good that they cannot ever kill anybody
without mercy, you know. It's always gotta be in self defense and shit...so
they turn their backs on guys and then kill them when the guys try to stab
em in the back. That be so trash! Or they knock em unconscious so as to
appear to have put them out of action but I say...that's bullshit. Anyone
that gets hit that hard so as not to call out...and you know you don't
wannt them to call out...must be dead or anyway I just want them to get
stabbed in their...well RIGHT THERE you know!"

Pare stabbed the Arab in his belly button, which could only be described as
saggy on the top. The ridge seemed sagged as if it were the lazy eye of
belly buttons. Pare cut under it and then pushed the metal up at it and the
sagginess seemed to go away and the ridge popped alittle. Then a lot as
Pare cut it in half. The Arab screamed. "You ain't seeing Laallah or Budda
buddy. Say hello to Satan for me!"  Pare finished him and the leader opened
the door. He was tall and muscled and looked like Sly Stallone.

He had no weapons on. Pare looked at him, "Just tell me where the boy is
being kept and you'll live."

The leader laughed, "You little punk ass conceit."

"That's me," Pare said, bending slightly in weapon stance.

"I like that."

A spear went into the guy's belly button, thrown by Sole. The leader looked
down at it in his navel, "I...just as we were getting on so well."

"Hi!"  Pare went up to Sole and grabbed the spear as he did, dragging the
dying muscle man with him as the spearhead was caught on the guy's body
somehow (spinal cord? Or pelvic bone? Or both). Pare kissed Sole,
"Thatoughttt...mmmmmm...nice tonguegooooo..."  As he did he moved the spear
around to the music of groaning steroid leader. Pare's dick got hard up his
leopard loin cloth. "Thought you'd never get here."

Sole smiled and grasped Pare's hands on the spear and together they
mutilated the belly of the leader, who moaned and groaned and yelped. Then
as they jerked on each other's body, the spear between their lower bellies
with the end out of their hands away from the body, they pulled it out
slowly, ever so slowly. Watching them rub on each other, the leader, his
belly a big raw meat market of cuts and deep slices, cam as he slowly felt
it move out of him, creating a small void which became a larger emptier
space as the spear inched out of him. He slowly limped downward as the pair
jerked on each other and dropped their cloths so that they cam up each
other's bare stomachs and up their own chests. The leader slumped to the
floor.

Aoi looked at them, "Well I knew you two would be getting sum as I was
doing all the work..."

They turned and saw him standing in the exit area amid dying and dead
guards. Aoi put his sword in its holder. He leaned against the wall, "Still
no sign of Attil's son Urik?"

Sole and Pare, still blowing chunks of cum from their dick slits, tried to
yell a warning to Aoi but their ecstasy of their sex made them unable to
make any sounds of the nature of language...in other words they made sounds
but not warning sounds. Sounds they couldn't control. For behind Aoi was a
very large guard, Japanese, who grabbed Aoi's own sword out of his hilt and
was about to plunge it in his back...

TO BE CONTINUED...