Date: Sun, 06 Jul 2008 12:08:04 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO 64

"At dinner, you told him!"

"No!"

"You get turned on by him!"

"No! I'm a eunuch, you jerkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkoafffffffff!"

"We shall see if that is true!"

Boy with brown roots and blond dye on outer hair on head, sides hanging
down over shaved, almost bald areas. Green eyes. Bubbly stomach with a nice
belly button offset up so high it looked almost like a third nipple. It was
a large outtie but it had a spot on the top that went deep innie.

After pulling the limp penis, Attil pulled the boy's outtie secton with
both hands and let go. Then he took a thin, so thin it looked like the
blade was invisible, knife and slowly raised it in front of the bound boy's
face. The boy's body was chained via wrists and ankles to a stone
wall. "Ple...plea..."

"Mmmmm," Attil showed the boy the blade and then he brought it down rapidly
and into the boy's belly button. The soreness from the previous pulling
went unnoticed now as it turned into a tight jerking inward pain.

Only a small torch lit up the tiny dungeon of stone. A small Asian boy
watched with tiny slit eyes and a wide smile. He had a tray for Attil to
pick weapons up from. He wore nothing and had a tremendous outtie
himself. And he was bald. And had no balls. Or pubic hair. He had purple
jet black hair.

Attil held short of stabbing the blade all the way through the boy and
pulled out. The boy gasped, "Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh!"

"Tee hee," the Asian boy Gulg snickered.

"Banim, you will die if you do not tell me!"  Attil was serious faced. The
small blade, made of what appeared to be glass, was now reflecting red all
around it and the room via the torch.

"Dieeeee anywayayeeyee," Banim strained against his chains and his body
came out. His dick rose.

"Yes you will die anyway but see! You are not a eunuch!"

"I was but your son, your son....he's so...wantable, fuckable..."




"How dare you profane my son!"  Atill stabbed him again but this time he
held it in the innie part and jerked around a bit before plunging deeper.

"OHHFFF!"

Banim's balls rose out of where they should have been.  Gulg opened his
slit eyes more and they widened as he looked down at this, dropping the
weapons. Attil unplugged Banim and looked down at the fallen weapons, "You
stupid oaf, Gulg!"  Gulg stood up quickly.

"Just checkin out his eunuch-ness...it appears to have gone. Other things
appear."

"Fool! Pay attention or...oh whatever..."  Attil grabbed the smaller eunuch
by his shoulder and stuck the knife deep into him.

Gulg gasped, "I want that too. Glad you done that."  His balls came out of
hiding, growing from nothing.

As Banim's body went limper and limper, his dick rose up straight past his
mangled belly button and he looked at Gulg slumping in body but rising to
the dizzying heights with his penis. "Ohhh, how possible?"

"This is a magic land, a place where normal rules do not apply. But it
takes something like a belly stab to revive your testicles and balls and
the sperm that will flow through and from them to your thick fuck muscle!
You must like the feel of it in the navel! Now before you die, do I cut it
off and deprive you of the last pleasure?"  Attil dropped Gulg's body to
the ground and the young Asian slowly died huffing and cumming to his final
rest before bucking like a bronco and filling his own navel by pushing his
dickhead against it under him, face down, dick smashing up into the button,
creaming it white on yellow.

"NO!"  Banim yelled, "I told him! Let me dick myself like that one!"

Attil took the chains off Banim's right wrist and the boy hung limply but
grabbed at his dick with the free hand. Soon Attil undid Banim's right
ankle and the boy's whole side hung, still chained on one side. Dripping
pre cum onto Gulg's bare sweating Asian back!!!!

Attil put the blade at Banim's base of the dick, "What else!"

"Oh no!"  Banim gasped, "I told him, your son, that you killed his mother,
his grandmother and all the women and children here! You are not a warrior
but a coward..."  Banim swayed his hips. Attil let Banim's other side free,
ankle first and then his wrist. "Don't cut it off!"




"I promised," Attil held him in one powerful arm, "I would not break my
word."  He swung the blade up into Banim's unprotected stomach, hitting
with his forearm the cut but thick and veined penis of Banim. It spat and
shot loads after loads. Attil stabbed him good, feeling the boy's side
against his own chest and stomach as he plunged with his other
hand. Unwrapping the boy's body, he let it fall to the ground with a slurpy
slump. Banim fell sideways and his hip hit the back of the slowly jerking
and dying Gulg. He turned onto his stomach fully and jerked. Attil reached
down and put the blade under Banim's belly button or former button and
placed the hilt against the muscles of Gulg's back. Banim's dick, enhanced
by jerking onto the blade, continued a lifelong flow all over Gulg's bare
back and reached his neck. Then the huffs of both and the pleasure sounds
stopped and one last almost collective sigh - groan from both boys filled
the room. Then silence.

Attil looked at them, "Fools! My son may not react well to your news,
traitor. However I do love him. His new friends must be out of the way..."
He sighed and murmured, "And now to tend to the clueless."  Attil stormed
out after blowing out the torch. Darkness for both boys and room alike.

 Sole stretched out on the large red bed Attil gave them in a cushy room
with a high backed bed and canopy. All red. Aoi was asleep between him and
Pare, who was pondering, face at the foot of the bed near Aoi's feet. He
had his chin in his palms as his hands were bent together, elbows on the
bed. Deep in thought, Pare didn't hear Sole, "Hey, isn't it nice to have a
nice place for once where even our allies don't turn out to be evil or
anything."  Sole shook the bed and Aoi woke up.

"Hey!"  Aoi rubbed his eyes, grouchy, "You know I hate getting woken up
like that in the mornings!"

"You just hate mornings!"  Sole laughed and kissed him on the lips. "Hey,
down there, Pare..."

Pare was hit by Aoi's hand...on his right butt cheek, the one closest to
Aoi. "AHHA! Under attack!"  Pare rolled back and calmed down, "Oh, oh. It's
only you."  He went again on his stomach with his head at the foot of the
bed.

Aoi smiled, "Oh well, thanks a lot."  Aoi rubbed the cheeks now. Pare
stirred a bit but tried not to notice.

Sole sat up as Pare remained in his pondering state only this time putting
his head down on his arms, seemingly without energy and not himself. "Hey,
Par, what's wrong with you?"

"Oh, oh, nothing," Pare said, "I didn't mean anything. I was just thinking
about..."

Aoi raised an eyebrow and looked at Sole but asked Pare, "So where is
Gior..."

"In the horse barn," Pare spout. "Sole do you think..."

"Pare, are you....?"  Sole asked.

"What?"

Aoi finished, "Are you falling for him?"

"What?"  Pare sat up and then jumped out of the bed.




"Well, you seemed to be getting very close to him," Sole added.

"And..."  Aoi began, "You seem upset that he and Attil's son Urik are,
well, are..."

Pare stalked away from the bed after jumping off the platform the bed was
on. "You two just stop!"  He went to the bathroom area.

"It was nice...."  Sole yelled to him, "That Attil didn't care about their
relationship..."

Aoi added but not so Pare could hear, "And you do care about their
relationship."

Sole elbowed him in a playful manner. "His men, some of them, if not all of
them have similar relations."

"Yeah but just for sex," Aoi said, "They don't really seem to care about
each other much. Just for sex."

"That's okay, I guess," Sole smiled and grabbed Aoi between the legs.

Pare called from the bathroom, "Yeah, at dinner last night, he sure was
okay with Gior and Urik being lovers."

Sole sat back. Aoi balked, "Hey, whydcha stop?"

"Just thinking."

"Now you're starting," Aoi said, "Are you in love with Gior too??"

"SHUT UP!"  Pare yelled from the shower.

"He's really upset," Sole said, "I don't think you should tease him any
more for now."

Sole looked at Aoi and pointed in a fatherly way. Aoi thought about what
Sole suggested.  Sole stopped pointing and looked at the canopy above. Then
Aoi and Sole said, "Nah."  They laughed and embraced.

>From the shower, Pare called out, "Hey, where are lover boys now?"

"STILL in the stables since the last time you asked.... I think," Sole said
as he licked Aoi's neck.




Gior was on his back, his torn underwear ripping further down. Under him
was hard hay, meshed into the ground. He arched his back but the relative
weight of the slightly taller and more weighty boy Urik was on top of
him. Urik pressed his hands to the ground and his dick to Gior's under
crotch. Gior's dick popped and oozed out to stiffen quickly as opposed to
Urik's slowly rising, half soft, half hard hydraulic lift. Their sweaty
underbellies smacked together. The boys were huffing and gasping for air as
their chests beat, sometimes together, sometimes apart. Wetness soaked
their chests and their nipples grew harder and harder. Urik felt his loin
cloth tighten but his dick was pressed out one side as he thrust. "Oh what
it would be like..."  Urik gasped.

Gior closed his eyes and smiled as Urik's penis slit wet his under
balls. He put his arms around Urik but Urik, in his joy, pushed the arms
away and grabbed Gior's shoulders and pressed down. Gior laughed, "Oh man,
this is fantastic!"  He could feel Urik belly button slap down against his
own, sometimes creating a suction against his own button which was mostly
innie but at the top, the ridge popped out like an outtie and the start of
the skin under the ridge was outtie too but almost like an aborted couch
knob it then dipped inward with a deeper lower part and a ridge on the
bottom that was almost invisible. Almost. The rub of buttons turned them on
some more.

Urik's beautiful sandy hair, dark blond, flopped out of his pony tail and
hung loosely on his shoulders and bare, working out back. His wide hips
pulsed and tensed as he pumped on his love. In between those hips was a
rounded, smooth belly, not muscled but not fat either. Gior had fallen in
love with that belly button that rested, floated in between on that boyish
hairless belly that seemed to open and sweat on him as it moved in
different ways. The low, very low hanging deer skin flap over a vine around
his lower waist, came undone and flapped down, almost over his penis, which
hit it and pressed on, finding Gior's fine round hole. The nice spread of
flesh of Urik's lower belly tensed up against Gior. Gior loved the deep
belly button suctioning on his own and he also felt his ridge bump against
that spiral inward stretching cone in Urik's navel.. A dark roundish beauty
mark was inside to the left, and Gior's ridge hit it, cornered and squashed
up by the tentacle that stretched out like a blob arm of a starfish. Their
faces met and Urik's hazel eyes exuded raw manishness and dominance of his
body, devouring Gior's smaller frame.

 When he first saw Urik, Gior fell in love immediately----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. "I want to stab you in it," Gior
said to Urik.

Urik smiled and snapped, "Go for it, lover! Do it! Or you can try!"  He
laughed. It was just a game to them. Urik fucked Gior's hole but then he
moved his dick out with his hand and it stiffened large nad hard, veined
and taut, long and mushroomic. Then he put his hand on Gior again.

"You knew about this all the time!"  Gior laughed and stuck his finger in
between their belly buttons. Squishy sounds. Penises pre cam all over belly
navels. Dick heads entered navel, navel to navel. Penises dipping in.  Gior
laughed and his hands felt around on the ground.

Urik thrust and thrust, his dick gaining the height between Gior's pecs!
Then he lowered back down a major low hung thrust, down and down and down,
to the hole again and he cut his dick into Gior's hole again and thrust
inward HARD! "YEAH! I KNEW!"  Urik put his head down onto Gior's mouth.


Gior jerked and jerked under the heavy male beauty and his hands rubbed
against Urik's back and he put his hands together behind Urik's back and
felt the spine amid the muscled back. Urik shook and thrust so that Gior's
hands fell loose again and Gior, in his pain and escasty, grabbed some hay
from the ground, then he, with his right hand, felt something hard. He felt
the handle and grabbed it and without thinking, full of pain and warm
feelings, at the height of his dick pouncing and pounding, against Urik,
his dick against Urik, he let loose. The knife was between them and Gior,
not thinking, jabbed it deep and kept it going inward, "OH THAT"S IT!"
They both said.

Urik's dick popped out and he spread his shooting missles of cum jism
webbing up all over Gior's belly as Gior shut his eyes and shoved the knife
deeper into Urik. "TAKE THAT!"  Gior said and Urik said it at the same
time.

"FEEL SO FUCKING DAMNED GOOD! FUCK THAT BELLY BUTTON WITH YOUR KNIFE!"
Urik jerked to his death as he thrust into and onto the knife blade some
more. "Don't worry bout it, KEEPIT AND KEEP ME CUMMING! ALWAYS WANNA DIE
THIS WAY! I LOVE YOU!"

Gior moved it around and then undid the knife. Urik's body dropped onto
Gior, chest to chest, both huffing, both tired. Gior shook his head, his
hair dropping rivelts of sweat. He picked the knife up to his eyes and they
grew in shock. "Oh no! I didn't!"

Urik's mouth was on his chin, dribbling, "Don't worry. Do it some
more...don't feel bad. I wanted you to have this, me too."  He took the
wrist and with all his might shoved Gior's wrist, arm following, down so
that the knife went into his belly button again at a new angle. For a
moment, Gior thought Urik was already dead but then the body jumped into
action again as the knife jammed in, both of them using it. "C'MON, DON'T
LOSE IT NOW! LOOSE IT IN ME! GIVEITTAME! I WANNA DIE TO THE FULL EXTENT OF
MY PAIN IN MY NAVEL BUTTON! DO ME GOOD YOU PANSY!"

Gior, tears in his eyes let them roll down his cheeks but the yelling of
Urik sprung him into action. He felt Urik's strength ebb away from the
knife hilt and the forcing of it in at a new angle again. So Gior grabbed
it, "I'M SORRY!"  Gior used the knife to put it in a new way again and mesh
it around, he drove it deeper than it was in before and it popped out--and
he heard it---Urik's back, right in the center! Gior moved the blade point
up and it went up between the shoulder blades. "UGH! SUH SORRIEEEEEE!!!!"

"Just shut yer flap!"  Urik yelled and then his face was up and jerking,
his head back and forth as he thrust into Gior's belly button with his
whole dick, feeling like it was his whole body. As he did, Gior held it
there and the flesh was fully punctured some more. Moving around, both of
them spat to full cum loads over and over and over and over. Then for the
last time, Urik fell atop Gior. "GOING, don't be sad...don't be
sorry...this was the best....best way to die...and kilt by the best love a
boy ever had anwahhhh, where...I love you and..."

"I love you...."  Gior sobbed. Huffed. Giggled cum.


Wriggling, his death seconds away, Urik throttled, "No, you don't...you
love me belly button....it's gone now....I die...die well too some day a
long time from now....ughhhhhohnouhuhuh."  At the moment of extreme pain,
the most cumming feeling from his dickhead, the pain needling out of his
dick and in his belly...Urik lost his shaking life....force...

"No!" Gior gasped.  Urik's head fell onto Gior's shoulder. His eyes shut
slowly, rolling back in his head in feverish joy.  Gior said but was not
heard, "I love you, not just your button, you!"  He shook Urik but Urik was
gone now. Gior took Urik's body off him, his hand still holding the knife
in Urik's belly button area, for the button was fully done now. Gior gently
put Urik off himself, the knife sliding out nicely. When it came loose,
there was a nice splashing sound, rings of cum between Gior and Urik making
similar sounds. "What have I done? This will ...oh no, Attil will kill me
and Trio too..."  He turned the knife to his own button and put the point
there...He steadied it and the point was going in. Suddenly a hand grabbed
the hilt and forced it away but Gior fought it, "NO! NO! LET ME DO MYSELF!
NO! YOU'VE NO RIGHT! I WANNA DIE!"

Pare had the hilt but Gior's hand was still enfolded around it and fought
to stick himself. The point went in a bit but Pare undid it and shoved away
but Gior, his anger and hatred for himself, moved it back in. "Gior! Oh
fuck!"  Pare used his free hand to backhand Gior in the face, the
nose. Gior fell away and Pare had the knife now. Pare wet and dripping from
his shower, just a tight blue thong on and nothing morel. Long hair
dripping down his Latino dark back.

"Nose! You broke my fucking nose!"

Pare smiled, "It's not broke. You're always thinking that."

"You! You're always hitting me!"

"No, I'm notah...well maybe I am, did but..."

"Killme! Kill me Pare, please!"

"Why? This? Accident I imagine."

"I...it was but..."

"You afraid of Attil. I will slay him for you!"  Pare put the bloody knife
up in the air.

"You dick! I don't care about Attil...he'll kill us. You. Sole. Aoi. Me. I
want that."

Pare's face fell. "Hmmmm..."

"I mean I want it for myself! Look what I've done!!!!!"



"Oh man," Pare checked Urik, "He is."  Pare looked at Urik's belly, "Yeah
kid, you did it. It could happen to any of us, caught up in the throes of
rough sex, rough belly button play...you just did what he wanted..."

Gior rose up and headbutted Pare in the outtie navel. He grabbed the knife
from Pare's hand and as Pare fell, Pare said, "You kidding, kid?"

Gior put the knife to his own stomach hole again, "NO! THIS TIME I DIE!"

TO BE CONTINUED...