Date: Tue, 08 Jul 2008 10:07:03 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO  66

Sole nodded, "Look, Attil, we don't have any beef with you. All we wanna do
is get outta here."

"Over MY dead body!"  Attil yelled. "Get them!"  No one moved.  "Some
warriors is right."

Unseen, three warriors, arrow boys, found their bows and shot three VERY
LONG arrows at Aoi, Sole, and Pare!!!!!! The arrows rushed threw the air
with a screeching, monstrous sound, heading right at the Trio's navels!!!!

Aoi moved like lightning. He whisked downward, grabbed a large log and held
it up in front of himself, Sole, and Pare. The arrows hit it like missiles
and tore through most of it. The arrow boys looked pleased with themselves
and shook with glee, ready to congratulate each other. Aoi looked at the
steel tipped points out the wood, one near where his belly button would
have been had the arrow came all the way through. For he was in the
middle. He looked at the happy arrow threesome and turned the log, rolling
it over in his hands. He flung it at the three boys and the log hit them,
arrow heads first. The points tore into and stuck and stayed into the
three's belly button. Their own arrows in their own buttons.

A trio yelled, "OHHHHHHHHHH! NAAAA! NO! AHHHHHUHGGGG!"  As they sunk down,
a log pinned to their bellies and the three of them stuck on the same log
sort of being pinned to each other, so that each movement of dying made the
other feel it, pulling on them as each tried to struggle to get off.

Aoi nodded, "There, that'll fix ya!"

"Fuck you!"  One kid, pulling on the log as he tried to stay up last,
yelled. He was pulled down by the other two, who fell to their knees, the
log weight now bearing on them and tugging and ripping at the arrows which
in turn tugged and ripped on innards.

"Log in," Aoi spat at him, "Enter belly button name and then fucking ROLL
with it!"

The log rolled and the bodies jerked on top, stuck. All the others could
see now were their bare sweaty backs humping the log and their stomachs
trying to resist---none too successfully---the pumping into the arrow heads
which bladed into bare belly meat!

Attil yelled, "You can't get away from all of us!"




"No, maybe not, but we can have a lot of fun trying," Pare put a sword into
a guy who ran at them. "And watchin' you dying."

"Surround them!"  Attil yelled. "They...they are cowards who stabbed my son
in his back!"

Gior stuck his head out from behind Trio legs, "Actually it was in his
belly button."

Pare smiled, "Very sexy I might add."

The trio of bodies rolled and the log rolled on top, the dick spilling out
of loin cloths, and the white juicy cum spurting endlessly up from under
the log where their lower bodies ended up. No one really noticed except a
few young warriors who were wide eyed at the spectacle and these found
themselves hard as rock from the sight.

"WARRIORS GET THEM OR YOU'LL END UP WITH A SPEAR IN YOUR BELLYBUTTONS!"

A young warrior, tow headed, turned to his redheaded partner and said,
waving his spear, "Oh, that sounds cool."

"Yeah dude, later you can stab me in mine."

"Oh yeah."

Crawling from the dungeon with their guts stabbed and bellies ripped, were
two boys Attil tortured in the last few hours. They endured belly button
pain all this time, at least five hours and their navel trunks felt it
through and through. "Look it's Banim! He was the server at dinner!"  Aoi
pointed his sword at Banim, who crawled out of a brick chamber. Behind him
and partly on top of him was Gulg. Sperming up Banim's smooth, muscled
back.

Gulg gasped, "He kilt us! We die in our navels!"

"That's impossible," Sole gasped, "That one and the server were eunuchs!"

Pare nodded, "How do you know?"

"He knows those things," Aoi shrugged, "He checks em out. Don't you?"

Pare now shrugged and put a hand behind him on Gior's shoulder, "I was
preoccupied with someone else."

Gior smiled, "But you would have noticed their dicks or not..."




Banim pulled out from under the ground and got himself away from Gulg's
body, which flopped on the ground, "We are dying SLOWLY! Listen to
us. Pluhhh puh leeze..."

Atill pointed to the two on the ground, "Put them out of their pain!"  An
arrow boy, skinny, pulled a bow and started to let the arrow rip but Gior
tosses a knife into the arrow boy's soft, pliable belly, which flopped
before it. The arrow boy fell in a huffing shock and died just as
slowly. "Kill them guards, all six of them!"

"Wait! He's lied to all of you. He killed the women, killed his son's
mother, killed his own mother and his own wife! He killed many of the women
and children who tried to flee. That's why none of them are here!"  Banim
on his hands and knees now, his spilled belly up from the ground, strained
to say this.

Attil tore a spear out of the redhead's hands and ran up to Banim, "Do it
myself!"  He pushed the spear under the belly and scooped. The point
scooped into Banim's meat, what was left of it and tore. He threw Banim's
body back and Attil forced it in and down. Banim, for all his skinnyness,
resisted but couldn't stay up. He fell back and his dick opened some more
and shot gooey cum all over Attil's muscled stomach. Attil plunged the
spear in and Banim jerked and let loose the last load. He died with his
eyes open. And his belly burning with pain and pleasure! A full tunnel of
throbbing desire and intense pain death! Round the entire fullness of the
intestine beginnings!

Gulg gulped, "Eunuchs should die so wellhellllllll!"

"SHUT UP!"  Attil kicked him in the mouth and as he fell, scooped the
smaller body up fully. Gulg's feet left the ground as he was scooped, the
spear point digging up from under. Then Attil jerked Gulg toward the wooden
hut behind him and shoved him into it, spear first. Attil moved the spear
end up and the point down now, the direct opposite.

Gulg managed to verify what Banim said, "Banim tell truth! Now I die in
truth! Oh do me!"

"I am!"  Attil pulled the spear up and down, jerking all the flesh in
Gulg's stomach area around his whole belly button hole. "DIE little scum!"
A quick flash of cum jerked out of Gulg's dickslit and shot onto Attil's
big round belly button. The splashing of sounds from Gulg's bellyhole mixed
with the parting of scum from his dickslit and the landing sounds of white
juice clumping at Attil's bare belly. Attil pulled the spear out, "That,
THAT, men is how it is done!"

Sole ran over to him, "NO! This is! DIE!"

"Oh, blond beauty!"  Attil met Sole's sword and spear with his sword,
blocking both with one sword sweep, "I won't be that easy to kill! You may
be good but I may be better!"

Sole yelled, "Block as you may, you'll meet my cold steel with your hot
belly button meat! I'm not just a little boy you tortured for hours
before!"




"So you can see," Attil said, "It'll do you no good. I fight for my
family's honor!"

Sole snapped, "You have no honor!"

Pare looked at Aoi, "I didn't think fighters talked like that anymore."

"Sole does," Gior noticed.

"We have bigger problems!"  Aoi looked at the large army around them.  "How
do we know which of Attil's men and warriors were part of the killing of
women and children? I mean WHICH OF THEM ARE ON OUR SIDE?!!!!??"

"I don't care," Pare snapped, "I say..."

"WE KILL EM ALL ANYWAY!"  Aoi yelled a war cry and charged.

Pare turned to look at Gior and then at Aoi, "Well, that was what I was
going to say. You stole it from me first and...oh!"  Gior pointed to show
him that warriors, arrow boys, spearmen, spearboys, and swordsmen,
including those with thin sabers, were walking toward him and Pare. Aoi was
already engaging many of these in various ways, a flash of killing from the
Asian Filipino muscle teen.

Aoi was slashing and swinging. His sword tore through belly after belly,
often in one long rounded circular motion as Aoi turned every which
way. His sword held out, he cut through and slit belly after belly. Boys
staggered off, away, some holding slits in their guts, trying to keep them
in. Some just pulled their navel trunk out, thinking that if they could
just clear the wound away, they would survive. Fat chance! They
died...often in vile pain and slowly. Some kissing their own biceps or
another dying warrior. Hair fell infront of eyes. Heads slowly lopped
downward as bodies hit ground.

Dicks fell out of loin cloths, cum fell out, often unfelt by the spewer but
sometime burningly felt at the dickhead, guts fell out and spilled at the
same time dicks fell and cum spewed, sometimes jetting out of dickslits. As
bellies were opened, one bit of flesh parting from the other, dickslits
parted at the dick head, one rounded slit side from the other and moments
later, if balls were being held back by the spewer trying to get a better
LOAD SHOT, the LOAD SHOT. If not, sometimes the innocent boy dying would
just cum or pre cum or shoot an entire load without even knowing what was
happening.




Aoi also jabbed head on into belly buttons, sword going in and out,
sometimes not going out the back of the boy but sometimes going fully out
the lower back or even the upper back, depending on Aoi's angle or entry
and Aoi moved everywhich way, his body bending, jumping up, even laying on
his back at one point to avoid dozens of spear heads thrust his way. He
jabbed from his laying position and stuck everyone of the spear boys who
tried to surround his prone form. Then as they stood dying slowly and
holding their gutted bellies, he jumped up, pushed past the standing dead
and stabbed some older swordsmen. He used his feet too and his boots found
the legs and chests of many older warriors, felling them down. Once they
were down it was easy for him to stab them with his sword, or the spear of
another warrior he absconded with. Cutting through them all, even using a
knife that came out from the front of his left boot, he reached the redhead
and blond. The blond put his hands up.

The redhead stabbed his spear into the blond who bent and moaned. "Hey, I'm
on your side."

Aoi nodded to him and smiled, "Glad to hear it."  He stabbed his sword into
the redhead's freckled belly button, "But if you were, why'd you kill him,
he's your lover, ain't he?"

"We die now!"  The redhead gripped the spear in him but Aoi, who was using
his sword to ward off AND KILL others from the other side, pulled the spear
out heavily. The redhead flopped into the arms of his blond lover. "I...I
so sorry!"

The blond bit his lip and then bit the lip of his lover and kissed him
deeply, "Allright..mfffffahuhgghgulg! I am...I wanna...ofufffffff. Offfed
get offed by you and we talked of dying like this for so long. Finally able
to do it intead...instead of just talkin!"  They dragged each other down in
each other's arms and wrestled on the ground, digging into each other and
spurting between each other's hot skinny muscled tanned bodies! Warriors
fighting Aoi were bouncing into each other and into them too and this made
it all the more hot for them. They heard the cries of Aoi as he thrust into
bodies and the cries of the wounded, dying, and pleasureably happy victims
of Aoi's sword.

Pare stood by Gior, opposed to all the warriors who circled him and instead
of moving, Pare just stood there and took them all on in the same
spot. Behind him, Gior had to protect Pare's back but as they fought, Pare
stepped them closer to the brick parts of the fortress so that there was
not much for Gior to do. Gior picked up some swords, long ones, that fell
after Pare killed two huge bodyguards for Attil, two thick brutes that Pare
just stabbed as they came at him with their weapons drawn. The long swords
were heavy but Gior was stronger than he looked and he used the long swords
to his advantage. Pare first deflected all arrows from arrow boys, many
arrows finding their marks in the corded navels of their own firers.

A warrior looked at another. They both looked at his belly button which was
ripped and bloody, a slit sideways from one end to the other and a thick
chunk of it tummed and tucked inside him by Aoi's and possibly also Pare's
weapon. "It...feel good."

"Tell me about it," the other unwounded one held him by his elbows, "It's
hot lookin."

"I...I..."

"I wanna know, go on before you can't any more," the other one laughed.




"Okie dokie," the dying one gulped and looked at him in the eyes, "Well,
first, first, uhhhh, ya feel all whole and healthy and shit...then you're
not...ya got this thing in ya and out of ya, behind ya and it's there and
you feel it. It not a part of you but it is now and then it moved around
and sometimes out and shit...and you feel like apart, a part of you is
taken out and not just the meat that is out but the wapon tahh....ahhhh."
He jerked. The warrior holding him held to watch as the dick came up up and
up out of the belt buckle area. The dick, thick, two inches across, split
and spilled. The warrior groaned, both of them and he let go of the dying
one and watched pleased as the warrior kicked and stretched on his back,
his lower back off the ground. Cumming wildly, ropes of gissum spraying. He
nodded.

"Nice way to go," the warrior looked. "I want to try it. Maybe I can now
that Trio is attacking, rather than..."  He turned to look at Trio and
gripped his sword, which he just took out, in his hand. "I want a sword or
spear...in OFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!"  A deflected arrow hit in him, square in
the stomach belly button area. He wavered, standing there, not knowing what
to do. "AWWWWFDFFFFA !NSW! NAHHH! NO! I wanna..."  A second arrow hit right
up against the first. "NAH!"  This guy fell and hit on his stomach. The
arrows went in some more, one wooden and one pure metal. He tried to keep
himself off the ground by pushing himself off it but his strength ebbed out
of him and weak, he wanked back down onto the ground and fallen fully, the
shafts pushed through him and the points poked fully out his back. He
jerked.

Sole was facing off Attil, sparring and jerking his sword against
Attil's. "Attil!"  Sole said with surprise, "You're better than I thought
you would be!"

Attil grunted, "And my sword point will feel better than you think it would
in between the sides of your belly button, blond beauty."

Sole threw himself down and rolled, coming up at Attil but Attil bent down
and tried to scoop his sword up at Sole's belly but Sole head hit him in
his chest, using his own sword to block, "That's something you just said
there, I mean it. In English they call it something, onaomonaopea or
something."

Attil swung at Sole as they both found their footing.  "I know nothing of
school!"

Sole smiled, "That surprise anyone?"  Sole ducked and then kicked at
Attil. Attil fell back but as he recovered another youth came in between
him and Sole.

It was a boy older than Sole and more muscled in the stomach area and
wearing only a loin cloth, "Sir, they're Trio, let them leave. If that is
all they want to do!"

"Get out of my way!"

"But Sir, they are Trio, they'll kill us all!"

Sole saw the kid's broad shoulders, "What is this shit?"

"Sir, please, listen, they said they won'ttttttttttugggggggggahhhhhhhhhh!
On'ttttttttttttttttttgaaaaaa!"



"And I SAID GET OUTTA MY WAY!"  Attil put the sword in his hand, point
first into the belly button of this tall kid and Sole could see the point
immediately come out the kid's bare lower back. Sole smiled and shook his
head.

"Cool."  Sole shook in anticipation. Then Sole realized that Attil was
pushing the kid toward him and the point was dripping with gore but moving
right at Sole's own belly button. "Oh no you don't!"

"Aaahhhhhno!"  The kid pulled free of Attil's grasp but the sword was
lodged into his belly button hilt first. He grabbed at it and pulled it out
but flung himself around to face Sole, "Trio! You're the one
calltttttttahh, Sole? You won't kill us, right?"

"Right!"  Sole said, sword out in front of himself.

"Help me!"  The kid pleaded with Sole, his eyebrows up and his look
searching for pity.

Sole stabbed the sword in his hand right up against the sword hilt and
metal behind it into the kid's belly button, felt it go through a new place
in the wall behind the abs.

"Rrrrrggghh! Fuckno! You said...!"

"I said that we'll...I'LL kill you right! And I have. I don't kill the
wrong way! Feel that and get outt a the way, muscle beauty!"

Attil grabbed another of his warriors, a big muscle man, a man with huge
pectorals, wide shoulders, muscled, veins popping, thick stomach, hunky,
hulky brown golden haired pumped up guy and took one of his two
swords. "Give me that!"

"Yes sir!"

Attil took this sword and shoved it into the kid's bare back where both his
former sword and Sole's sword stuck out. He pushed and pushed and pushed
the kid toward Sole. The point popped out the already twice stuck navel and
uncurled some intestine with it and moved right at Sole's bare belly button
which seemed to throb in wanting to invite the point in. With his free
hand, Sole pushed the shoulder of the stuck kid and shoved. The points out
the kid's back moved at Attil but Attil pushed at Sole from the other
side. In between them, the kid jerked and spasmed and spat cum from his
tight, ever so tight speedo. White shot out from the top of the band.

Sole pressed so hard, his whole body was now engulfed by the bigger guy's
body and he put his head on the guy's chest and pushed. Attil pushed up
against the kid's back. The big pec guy saw this as his chance. He moved at
Sole from the side and pulled his elbow back to stab Sole from the side!

TO BE CONTINUED...