Date: Sun, 06 Jul 2008 12:06:31 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO  63

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...

Aoi read their eyes and turned, one hand out and flat. He held the sword,
his own sword, with both hands flat and kept the point from his own
belly. He maneuvered the sword, watching only it and not the handsome eyes
of this Japanese boy, toward the Japanese lean teen's belly button. The
hilt went into the teen's belly button. He looked shocked for a moment and
then realized it was only the hilt. "Hee hee, it's only the hilt," he
said. Then he moved his stomach out as if to try to make the sword point
unclip from Aoi's two palms where the Filipino had flat handed the
metal. Aoi twisted the sword in a certain way. Then he shoved the hilt
inward using his flat hand method. The Japanese guy's eyes widened open and
he voluntarily and involuntarily at the same time sucked in air to his
stomach through his mouth while his stomach was sucked in, also voluntarily
and as Aoi shoved, involuntarily. The guy didn't have his mouth open much.
His eyes were. Aoi made his mouth curl up at the left corner and talking to
his two friends, said, "Don't you just hate back stabberzzzzz?"  At the
same time the sucking in of air stopped, and Aoi said this, he then shoved
the hilt in some more, causing more sucking in of air, that even the
Japanese guy didn't think he could do. He pushed the Japanese guy into the
side wall of an alcove, "They just don't appreciate the fine art of
stickin' it right into the belly from the front, they don't get it but some
do get it like this one."  Aoi used his hands to pull the hilt out and Sole
and Pare smiled and nodded in approval as they saw the dreaded hilt blade
that had popped out of the hilt and entered the Japanese teen's belly
button. As it tore lose from the last stands of tight Nippon belly, they
heard the boy yelp.  Aoi pulled out a last time and then shoved himself up
against the dying body to feel the energy coming from and out of the
teen. He got very hard as he did this.

"LIKE THAT DO YOU?"  Aoi puffed. He pulled away and his dick spat loads of
cum, pulled out of his loin cloth. The body hit the wall harder and slid
down, a shivering mess.

"Let's go find that kid!"  Pare said as Aoi rejoined them.




Suddenly, three kids came running in. They were a sight to see for Trio. A
robust curly haired redhead with lots of freckles and a colorless pale body
and bony shoulders. He had a brown felt like head band around his bush of a
red head. He seemed jovial and enthusiastic. He had thick legs and a tight
stomach. Boots of red and a red bikini briefs were all he wore besides the
headband, which hung in back in a blue color. He had a small sword held up
in his hand, "We come to fight and kill and slay and partake the
adventure."

Pare looked at Aoi. They both looked at Sole, who shrugged.

With the redhead were two others. One was a Japanese/Hawaiian with somewhat
dark skin and big brown eyes. His jet black long hair was tied into two
pigtails wrapped in purple material bands. He had on blue gauntlets and
blue boots but a velvet black thong, very revealing and high up on the hips
but low on the belly, showing a nice big belly button which looked to be an
outtie at one time but seemed somewhat pushed in and back in the tight
belly. He held a long spear in one hand but gripped it with two hands now
that he saw the Trio.

The third was a lithe Latino who looked like a much younger Benjamin
Bratt. He wore only a metal codpiece on his penis held by straps to his
hips and metallic strip on back covering his asshole only. He also had on
small black boots. He held a pair of knives in both hands.

The redhead's eyes went wide and his back hit the wall as he stumbled. "Oh
no! You're Trio!"  He turned to his friends' area, "They're Trio, we're
dead!"

All three were much, much younger than Trio.

"I'll handle him," Pare went to the redhead and hit his sword from his
hands using his own sword. He grabbed the kid's arms just below the
elbow. Pare used his hands, even though one held his sword in it, and
pulled the kid to him. The kid buckled and nearly went to his knees. Pare
pulled him up, "What's your name, kid?"

The kid could hardly talk, "I...I...it's..."

"Basil, it's Basil," the Japanese kid stuttered out. Then he was sorry he
did. It drew the attention of Aoi, who hadn't fully cleaned the hilt knife
on his sword. He came at the boy and put the hilt at the Japanese
Hawaiian. He put it right to the navel. Blood on it dripped on the kid's
lower belly in a vertical line. The kid sweated just as much as Basil
was. He shut his eyes. Basil couldn't shut his. He was astounded by Pare's
beautiful eyes. He knew he was going to die in seconds but he seemed to
like it. He wasn't sure why.

Pare put his sword, using the position he had the kid in, very close to
him, under the kid's right arm pit and against the kid's muscles
there. Near his back. "Oh man," the redhead said, "If I knew, you was Trio,
I wouldn't have come at you like that...or..."  Not saying anything Pare
moved the sword slightly, "Or...at all."

As he did this, Aoi took his sword's knife-hilt roughly from the poor
Japanese kid's belly button and then turned the sword. "This is it," Aoi
said. The Japanese kid said the same thing, but added, "I'm gonna die!"
Aoi turned the sword hilt to the kid's stomach but instead made two round
circles around the kid's belly button, like a target.


Using the other guy's blood, the one who Aoi just killed. "You kids are
living targets so I'll let you live. You'll be dead in a day maybe less."
The kid gulped and now opened his eyes wide, happy he was going to
live. Aoi smiled and put the sword back in the belly button, "Naw, maybe
I've changed my mind."  The kid opened his mouth now too.  Aoi put the hilt
in and cut a bit. The kid yelped but Aoi took it out. At the same time he
put his tongue in the kid's mouth.

Pare looked at the redhead Basil, "Hey, you guys should get more
training. You're...too hot to die so young..."  Pare kissed Basil on the
lips and Basil's eyes went wide but then he responded and moved his head
back and forth as he kissed Pare back.

As Aoi made his move, Sole had walked up to the Latino and Sole looked
devilishly at the Latino. He took his spear and laid it out at the kid's
navel.  "I give! I give! I fight like a woman anyway!"  The Latino opened
his arms wide and dropped his knives. "I give."  He shut his eyes. He bent
down on his left knee, "Mercy please, oh blond one."

"Oh blond one?" Sole mocked and imitated. Sole then smiled. "Charm you
three have much of. Who's your other friend there?"

"Aki," The Latino put one hand back to his boot and took out another knife
and held it up. Sole quickly knocked it down with his spear. As it was
knocked down the Latino was hit by Sole's spear, the round part and he fell
onto his back, his stomach stretched out. "Sorry! I Sorry! I told you a
fight with me is like a fight with a woman."

Sole put the spear point at the kid's nice bulb belly button, it was a
large outtie with a semi innie embedded in it. Sole wanted to embed his
spear in it but he pulled the spear away and grabbed the kid's arm and
pulled him up. He pulled him right into his hard body and he hugged the kid
and rubbed his smooth tan colored back. The kid had nice lips too. Sole
indulged himself as he kissed the kid. Sole

felt the kid put his finger in his asshole. Sole un-kissed him and snapped,
"Hey, what're you doin!??"

"I...I like that..."

Sole shook his head, "Then what are you waiting for...do it some more."



Higher up in the cell area, 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. "I
will kill you."

"And I you!"  Urik ran at him but instead of a fight to the death, the two
embraced and hugged! Gior put his head on the shoulder of Urik. Urik kissed
Gior's neck.




It was strange love from the beginning. When he first saw Urik, Gior fell
in love immediately. In love with Urik's belly button. That deep large
ringed hole. He was entranced by it. He loved it. He loved everything about
it including the boy that bore it so well. But the one thing he wanted to
do more than any other was stab it. Hard, slow and then fast. Dip into
it. He didn't tell anyone about this but he knew that it would be the best
sexual experience he ever would have.

Likewise, Urik loved Gior the moment he saw him. One time when the Huns
visited that farm, Urik went along. He saw Gior and loved him from day
one. He wasn't allowed to go visit alone so he would sneak out and go to
see Gior, who snuck away from his brothers for a time. The pair kissed.

Back below, the three and the Trio were busy having some fun.

"Okay," Sole said. He let the kid do more. "What's your name," he asked
after some good fingering, "kid?"

"Tomus," the kid said, "Kiss me some more?"  Sole obliged.

Pare let Basil go and the kid fell to his butt. Basil sighed. Pare picked
up the swords and gave them back to Basil. "Look, you guys," he turned to
Aki and Tomus as Aoi and Sole stopped their fun, "You guys should get out
of here. Just remember," Pare pulled Basil up and smacked one on his mouth
again while hitting his butt cheeks with both hands, "...you three were the
ones Trio let live. The only ones....you should use your lives better..."
He flung Basil to Aki and the two spun into Tomus. Dicks burst as they
did. Whiteness.

Pare asked, "Do you know where this prince is?"

"Yes, up that way," Basil pointed.

Sole turned, "Thanks, guys."  He moved toward the stairwell. Pare winked at
Basil and followed.

Aoi pointed his sword at the three boys, "Be happy you're still alive."  He
made his exit too.

"I am," Aki said, his dick getting limp again and dripping sandy type cum.

"He was talking to me," Basil gleamed.

"No he wasn't, he was talkin to me," Tomus pushed Basil into Aki.

"They're right though," Basil said, "We should get out of here."

They moved toward the way down. "What if...what if...what if," Aki asked.

"What if what?!!!"  The other two friends yelled.

"What if we encounter some of the other scavengers? They will know we are
deserting and...."


"Aki, not so loud!"  Tomus yelled.

"Shhhh!"  Basil snapped at them as he put his finger to his lips for them
to be quiet.

"They'll kill us," Aki said, pleading in his voice, "What if...what'll we
do?"

"He's right," Basil said, "We probably won't make it out of here alive."

In the doorway as light came shining through the wall! The brick wall!...a
tall older man appeared. He was Oriental and in a long blue robe. "I am
Feng. I will help you. I will train you. Will you come with me?"

The boys looked at each other and as Feng held out his hand, they moved to
him. Feng looked at the target of blood around the slightly baby fat of
Aki's belly, "What is that?"

Aki laughed, embarrassed, "oh, it nothing..."

"You have much to learn...."

Tomus nodded, as to say yeah he does but Feng added, "You all do...all
three of you..."

The four vanished in a veil of light.

Urik hugged Gior some more but as he did, he was able to look over the
boy's shoulder as a big chested Irish man, tall and stocky, with a very
small stomach, came at them with his spear pointed at Gior's back. For a
moment, Urik caught the eyes of the attacker and seemed to be one with what
he was doing. He looked as though he wanted that spear to enter the back of
Gior....perhaps come out the kid's stomach and go into his own big belly
button. It would feel so great...

"Lookout!!!" Urik pushed Gior to the side, hard. Gior fell onto his butt
near the other side of the hall wall while Urik sidestepped, moving his
whole body so the spear passed by. As it did, Urik took his sword and put
it in deep...into the almost hidden belly button of the Irishman as the big
lug passed him. He whipped it out as fast as lightning as the Irish man
howled a big OHHHH in pain. The Irish guy's weight fell on the sword but
Urik took it out fast as the guy fell fast.

"Duck!!!!" Giro yelled.




A tall, lean Shaka Zulu type again, dove at Urik. Urik ducked down but as
he did he shoved with both hands, leveling his sword at the black man's
hard thick abs and big outtie, PENIS SIZED belly button. It went in and
Urik shoved and moved the spear with it. The African fell to his side,
pierced by his own weight on the sword and kicking. His navel was cut in
two, two long dick sized, thick pieces hanging from his navel. Urik took
the sword out. He turned instinctively and found the white spear of the
Irishman and flung it into a big Samurai man who had his stomach bare,
beneath a Samurai chest plate and face mask. The spear hit the very thick
ridged belly button which went in amid a series of abs placed in a muscled
belly but with some fat too. The Samurai, with sword raised, stopped,
looked down and felt the spear of an African native in his gut plunged next
to the Irish spear. He fell to his knees. Gior went up to him, "Die already
and fall."  He stuck the knife in the chest of the Samurai, digging beneath
the plate and leveling the knife full on in. The Samurai fell. "You're a
great fighter. I didn't realize..."

"Hey my grandfather's Attilia the Hun and my father is his son."

"Yeah," Gior said, "You're so gentle with me, I almost forgot."

"You never talk about your mother though and your grandmother. Who are
they? Where did they go?"

"I ...."  Urik gulped, "I just don't. Talk about them, I mean. I..."

"But..."

Urik grew uneasy, "I don't think talking is for now. We should leave this
domicile at once."

Gior smiled a faint smile, pulling the knife out from the fallen body,
never having let go of it. "Okay, we will," he said but his voice showed
that he knew Urik was just stalling. "I got in this way."

"Okay, let's go," Urik said. They went to the hall Gior came through. "Uh
oh!"

There were six guards there and with weapons drawn. They looked big and
triumphant.

Urik held his sword up high, "I don't know if even I can take the lot of
them!"

As Urik and Gior faced the six who stopped, they noticed the six suddenly
stopped moving. Breaths came slower. The six's faces showed some strain and
they began to sweat. Gior whispered, "What're they waiting for? What's
happ..."

"Shhh," Urik snapped quietly as possible.

They looked at the men's stomachs. Young men. From each navel of the men
came metallic weapons. Points that tore through them from behind. The six
fell moaning and groaning and slowly dying in pain. Behind them were in
order, Pare using a knife to stab one and a sword to stab the one next to
that one; Sole with a sword in one and a spear still stuck in the other;
and Aoi with two swords in the last two. Sole smiled, "Hey boys."

Pare called to Gior, "I thought...thank God you're safe."

Sole looked at Aoi, "And I thought you didn't like backstabbers?"




Aoi shrugged, "I said I didn't like backstabbers, not backstabbing,
especially when..."  Looking at the last one who had fallen onto his
stomach but turned around in his wriggling, he used his arm to stab down
and pierce the belly button from the front. The guy gasped and his arms and
legs went up straight. Then he died with a long escape of air from his
mouth and nose. "...it benefits me and my life."

All five were hard as hell, looking at the dying soldiers. "So this it the
grandson of Attila," Sole circled the boy.

"What of it?"  Urik said, his sword held high, "Who are you three?"

"Trio," Giro said, with some suspicion at this meeting and how it would go.

"Oh my," Urik said, "Trio", his attitude changed from one of youthful
arrogance to one of respect. "If anyone can get us out of here, it'd be you
three."

Coming forward, Aoi said, "Showing some respect. I like that."

Urik felt Aoi's abs as Aoi got up in his face, "Respect meant a lot to my
family..."

"Meant?"  Gior pulled Aoi and Urik apart.

"Let's get out of here," Pare said, "I want you out of here," he came to
Gior, separating him from Urik and Aoi.

"It's okay," Sole said, "Both Band and Zoren are dead. They were the
leaders here, I gather. Without their leaders, the men will probably start
going back to their traveling and scavenger ways...but..."

"But what?"  Urik asked.

"Mostly all of them are dead," Sole frowned.

Urik laughed, "Oh is that all? You guys are terrific."

"Hey," Gior said, feeling a bit left out.

"Not infront of..."

"You can trust them," Gior said.

"In that case...they are not as terrific as you...."  Urik came back to
Gior and hugged him and kissed him on the cheek. Then Gior kissed Urik
back. On the other side of the two boys, opposite Aoi and Sole, Pare looked
at his two comrades and went wide eyed and then made a face of complete
confusion and shrugged, both hands out over his shoulders.

Sole looked at the two and pulled them apart, leaving a line of saliva
between the two boy's lips to fall as one web like bit. "Uh, I take it no
one knows about this...?"

"Yeah, no one but you guys now," Gior looked up at him.

Pare looked at his own feet. He had liked Gior. Aoi looked at Pare's
reaction and put a hand on his shoulder. Pare looked at Aoi, "Huh?"

"I know," Aoi said, "It'll be alright."

Pare pulled Aoi's hand off, mad, "What're you talkin bout?"

Aoi shrugged now and looked down. Urik said, "My father would probably kill
both of us if he knew."

"Prejudice?"  Sole asked.

"No, I'm just not supposed to. I'm supposed to be a virgin..."

"Great."  Aoi said, "Forcing a boy to NOT have sex."

"Please help us," Urik asked, "I don't know if we can keep this up."

"Sure you can," Sole looked at the dicks of both boys, hard and long, about
nine inches each, Urik uncut, Gior cut. And it showed through their wet
loin cloths.

"I mean alone against my father and...oh, you mean....oh, that's funny,"
Urik said, nervous.

"We'll help," Sole said.

"Great," Aoi said, "More trouble."

"Yeah and we can stab more," Pare said, covering his sadness with energetic
savagery.

"No, we won't need to stab anyone," Sole said, "We will just talk it all
out."

"I bet," Aoi puffed.

"Me too," Pare said, "Someone's gonna die..."

Urik and Gior looked at each uneasily.

TO BE CONTINUED...