Date: Wed, 09 Jul 2008 09:42:47 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO  67

Sole felt the sword tip in his belly button and the other sword tip moving
at it also. It nudged the side of his ridge but he swung away from it and
turned. As he turned, he put both hands on the kid's back and sailed him
sideways toward the pec dude warrior, both Huns. "HUH?"  They both said,
even though the kid was saying it with dying breath gasps. The pec guy saw
two sword hilts coming at him.

"AHH! I can take two sword HILTS against my belly!"  He stated proudly,
throwing out his chest just as proudly.

"You blind or sumthing?"  Sole said as he shoved and let go and drew back
valiantly to watch as the two collided.

Attil stabbed blindly and the sword he stabbed went out the kid's belly
button and into the pec warrior's belly hole. The pec guy dropped his sword
and waved his arms out helplessly! "OHHHHHMYYYYYYYYYFRIGGIN
NAVELLLLLLLLLLLHELL!"  The two were stuck together as Attil shoved. As he
did, Sole kicked him away and the two warriors spun round locked in a
deadly embrace, one already on his way to death, the other about to join
him too. Attil left his sword in his boys. Other warriors around Sole
backed away as Sole picked up a knife and jabbed it hard into Attil's
waiting belly hole. Sole jerked it every which way, making it bigger at
each jerk. Each rounded part was made larger and larger. Sole made Attil's
navel bigger from every possible side and every possible angle.

Sole jerked harder, "No mercy for you, killer of women and children! This
is so like sex! YUM!"  As Sole heard the dying sounds of the other two,
mixed with dying sounds of warriors that Aoi and Pare were killing, not to
mention Gior, it just got him so hot and hard and cummed up. He pressed
against Attil who was too shocked to even gasp. He pressed hard and Attil
fell back, with Sole on top of him. "Those abs! MAN, FUCK MAN, WHAT A
TORSO!"  He jerked hard on Attil's lower belly as he stuck the knife in and
pushed down with his other free hand. He looked up and saw warrior Huns,
afraid to even attempt to stab Sole. Sole looked at them and jumped up, his
dick, free and hanging low, dripping with cum and pre cum, "I mean, for an
older guy, you know..."

"I...I told him not to try to kill Trio," the kid on the top was jerking to
his last.

"Stop!"  The pec guy felt the sword in him, the two hilts pressing against
his abs too, the point lower in. "Stop talking and DIE already and let me
die."

Sole walked over to them amid staring warrior Huns and just shoved the
knife between the two. The two jerked as Sole shoved it down into the pec
guy, "It'd be fun to see which one dies off first. Don't you guys think?"




Another warrior turned to Sole and put his sword down, point to the ground,
"Sole, leader of Trio..."

"Leader? What?"

"What?"  Aoi took a spear he absconded with out of a warrior's thick belly
button. The man, a big seasoned barbarian Hun fell to the ground, also
asking, "What?"

Pare smiled, "He's our leader?"  He took an arrow he implanted into a
younger warrior and swished it around and pulled it out, while also
swording the belly of an arrow boy who ran out of arrows near him. Both
fell as behind Pare, Gior stuck that huge sword directly into the lower
belly under a young Hun's navel and then moved it on up.

Gior wanted to sing, "Moving on up" But thought it would be in bad taste,
then thought why not.

"Trio," the new warrior, someone about Sole's age, maybe a year older,
stepped forth, "We do not want to continue to fight and...die..."  The guy
turned to the other Huns, many long haired. Then getting an acknowledgment
from them, he turned back to Sole, "we do not want to fight and..."

Having taken the sword from the guy's hand, Sole stuck it in deep in his
strange navel, "Die!"  The navel was an outtie but only on the lower ridge
and this stuck out a lot like a giant pressed worm while the middle was
somewhat innie and somewhat outtie. The top ridge was pressed into an innie
somehow but now Sole was gouging it all out. Even Aoi and Pare raised their
eyebrows at Sole's move. The warrior closed his eyes.

Another watched the pec guy finally give way to death under the gasping kid
guy. The kid said, "I held out longer I lived, I outlived him."  He huffed
and fell ontop of the pec guy who was reaching out in his death
struggle. Both bodies humped long after they died. The watcher turned to
Sole, "Please, we do not want to kill. We do not have it for the fight any
longer. All we want is piece."  Sole bent down to pick up a knife.

Sole strode up to him, "You are really, really handsome, dude."  The kid
was. He had blue eyes, dark black straight hair, a tight leather brown loin
cloth on and thin, ever so thin strings holding on both front and back and
bony hips and a high up belly button set in a smooth, flat stomach, a bit
shallow of a navel but the muscled abs were nice, not too well developed
but not un attractive. Sole put a hand on the kid's shoulder, "I really
want you."

"Thank you. Anything you want only don't..."

"....want you to have it!"  Sole whipped the new longer knife into the new
handsome dude, "You don't have the stomach for the fight so..."  Sole took
it out fast and the kid winched and held his belly. Then the kid took his
hands away to look at the mess Sole wrought upon him. Burning pain. He saw
the mangled button,, some flesh in and some out.




"Nah...."

Sole smiled and the kid shut his eyes and threw back his head. Sole went
on, "So....I figured you don't have a stomach now for anything."  He
plunged again and again. The kid fell back, "Next?"

The warriors were afraid now and they all backed off.  Sole ran at them and
using mostly their own weapons stabbed each of them. All in their belly
button or in that area, around the navel, sometimes above, sometimes just
above, sometimes below, sometimes just below.

"PUH---PUH, UHHHH, PLEASE NO!"  A wide hipped black haired kid pleaded as
Pare came up to him. Pare held the kid's back and shoved his sword right
into the kid's belly button, "UHHH! UH! UHH! PUH---sleaze!"  He fell slowly
and Pare looked at him. Other Huns backed off and ran out the gates,
dropping their swords and spears.

Pare puffed his chest out, "Come back, cowards."

"We surrender!"  A long haired blond kid put his hands up, "We
give. Uncle. What part of that don't you understand, Trio?"

Gior looked from behind Pare, pulling a sword out of a kid his own size's
belly button. A second ago, another kid, one shorter than Gior, was belly
to belly with him, hands locked together with Gior, hand on wrists,
struggling. It felt as though Gior would lose this time but as the kid
raised his knife over both their heads and tried to arc it downward at
Gior's belly, Gior, as much as he wanted to keep his navel flesh to flesh,
belly to belly, navel feeling up each other's navel, bumps entering
crevices, etc, he separated at just the right moment, used his hands to
keep the arc that the enemy had started ---going. The arc dove past Gior's
own eager belly (but not so eager to die this way) and the point drove into
the own kid's gut.  As he did this, Gior was surprised he got out of that
one so easily, then he smiled as the kid slunked down slowly, eyes shut in
pain, mouth open. Another kid had come at him, to meet sword to sword. This
is the kid Gior just stuck.

"I wouldn't put them in any more of a bad mood, if I were you," Gior told
the blond who approached Pare.

"Too fuckin late!"  Pare grabbed this kid's hips from behind with his free
hand and now shoved his sword deep into the belly button but it stopped,
"Good muscles, blondie!"  He slowed it down but then as the kid looked at
him, thinking this was all Pare could dish out and he smiled, Pare shoved
it in more, making the blond drop his smile. The hilt met the kid's
flesh. Pare turned as a few more Huns came at him. "Damn, leave that in you
while I take care of them!"  He turned, picked up a few fallen swords and
flung them at the Huns coming at him. Five were skewered in their navels
and went down, wrestling with their own bodies and the swords in their
guts. That made it worse for them.




Aoi finished every Hun around him and saw others trying to back off.  He
grabbed an arrow one of the last arrow boys had the audacity to shoot at
him even now and ran at the kid, "You lose this, round eyes?!!!"  And Aoi
shoved the arrow from underneath in an arc from below going up and shoved
it into the kid's nice round innie belly button which looked like a balloon
twist under a thick once inch outtie ridge. The arrow tip moved in and up
and then it outted itself in the kid's far upper abs, almost at his
chest. Aoi looked at the kid's wide eyes, almost dead already, "EwK! I
didn't want it up that far but IN...."  Aoi moved the arrow downward on his
end and the point moved into the kid's chest and down to his stomach
again. " AND IN....! THIS! AND THIS! THIS FAR!"  In between each THIS and
each word really, Aoi shoved the arrow inward, hitting thick muscles of
this lean, good looking arrow boy who had smooth hairless skin. Blood ran
down past the veins in the lower belly of this kid. Other Huns around the
arrow boy saw Aoi do this and some ran at Aoi to attack. Aoi used his boots
to stab one and that one fell into the other. Aoi turned, let the arrow boy
drop, and before the one behind the one that fell could recover, Aoi used a
knife he grabbed up to stab this one in his side and rip to the front of
his stomach. Others coming at Aoi, stopped, unsure what to do. Aoi jumped
up and yelled a victory yell and ran at them, stabbing a spear he just
grabbed up, into them one at a time, quickly and yet on the third one, he
shoved it in a bit, leveled it straight a bit and shoved some more. He then
waited, shoved it all the way in as far as his own wrist, then let it
go. Backing off to see what he'd done, Aoi kicked the spear through this
last Hun. Other Huns ran off and out the gate. Aoi laughed and called them
back but they kept going.

Attil turned, holding his belly. He was on his back, "Let the rest go,
please," He gasped with dying breath, "I...I made them, the ones that
knew...I made them kill women and children. I did mo..mo...st of it
myself."

Sole came to him, plucking a spear from a near dead Hun. The near dead Hun
jerked and yelped and then was not near dead. He was just plain dead,
spurting but dead. Spurting from belly and penis. Sole jabbed the spear
into what was left of Attil's torso, "That's the first real and honest
thing you've said. You have it...IN YOUR FUCKING GUT! DIE ALREADY!"  He
moved the spear down as Attil's body jerked up. Sole shoved so that Attil's
body fell fully back to the ground. He yelled as his Hun warriors
fled. "Let em all go now."

Gior was on top one more kid, a lean, taller muscle boy, and he stabbed the
kid from the side into the belly. "Just one more, please guys?"  The kid
under him jerked and it made Gior's dick jump further as the kid
jerked. Gior's dick opened up from under his loin cloth and spilled out
onto the kid's remaining bare flesh that was intact around his belly
hole. Gior savored the stab and plunged in as deep as he could with a
knife. His sword was left in yet another kid just before this. Pare got
behind Gior and grabbed his loin cloth vine and pulled him back off the
kid. Gior's dick dangled and spat over and over again as he said, "UHHH!
UHHH! UHHH! OHIT CUMS! UHHHHHH! Oh man that cums so fuckin good! OHHHH!"

The kid formerly under Gior shook, "Fuck! Kilt by a damned little geekboy!"
He jerked and his torso came off the ground but fell back down. To quiet.

"Ahh, that's what I like, the sound of peace and dying boy," Sole nodded.




"And men," Pare added.

Aoi puffed, "Let's get out of here."  He nodded to Pare and Gior. Then he
moved toward the gates.

Behind the gates on the outside, was a huge man, hiding, ready with a sword
in one hand and a knife in the other.

Sole moved and patted Pare on the arm. Sole moved toward the gates
too. Pare looked at Gior who was staring at one of the towers, "Gior, come
on."  Gior turned partially toward him and looked back up at the
tower. "Gior, what? What's wrong?"

Gior frowned, but didn't turn away, "Oh it...it's nothing."

Pare came up to him and spooned him from behind and held him, his arms
across Gior's chest and his hands down by his bare stomach. "It's Urik,
isn't it?"  Gior nodded, his eyes filling up with tears. "I know."  Pare
put his head down on Gior's, his long hair falling out over Gior's neck,
tingling it there. "He's not really dead you know. I don't believe anyone
that dies really dies, at least...not someone like Urik."

"What about all those people you kill?"

Pare shrugged, "Well, they're different. They're, I dunno, evil doers, most
of em, I guess."

Gior turned in Pare's arms and faced him, "You guess?"

"I guess I...I don't know what I'm saying," Pare said, "You make me that
way."  Gior rolled his eyes. Pare went on, "I guess I don't know what I'm
talking about, so, MMMMMPPHHHH!"

Gior planted a kiss on Pare's thick lips and kept going.

At the gate, Aoi and Sole turned, not quite out of it yet, the manly man
Hun on the other side, talking himself into doing this manly thing, "I have
to do it. Huns no cowards."  He was taller than Aoi, Sole, and Pare, almost
put together. He was older and mature, a real he man, not overly muscled
and wearing a fur lined loin cloth.

Sole said, "Hey, will you two get a move on? The vultures will be here
shortly and I don't want to kill them."

Pare mufffffled out of Gior's kiss, "And I don't kill animals so he's
right."  Gior flung himself back at Pare's chest and kissed a nipple. "OW!"
Bit a nipple too. "Why you!"  Pare said playfully as he pulled Gior back,
"C'mon, they mean it. They want to get going."




Aoi bent down to play with the rocks while waiting, "I dunno..."  He said
before letting it go off into the distance. Sole smiled and leaned an elbow
on Aoi's shoulder, bending a bit.

"Jealous?"

"He wouldn't....you know?"

"What? Leave us?"

"Yes."

"Never."  Sole smiled, "Gior can stay with us."

"No," Aoi said, "Kids that stay with us are in constant danger, constant
peril..."

"And you care?"  Sole bent all the way down now and turned to face Aoi, "Or
is there some other reason?"

"I just don't want..."  Aoi avoided the locked eyes Sole had on his own.
He looked down at the dirt now. "I dunno."

Sole used his right hand to pick up Aoi's chin, "Aoi, Pare cares very much
for you and ...."

"And for you," Aoi said, "As do I."

"He'll decide, okay?"

"Sure, but I think he already has," Aoi said.

Pare was twirling Gior around, the younger boy with his legs wrapped around
Pare's waist, both of them ignoring the dying men and boys all around
them. Finally Pare twirled his body to the gates area and let Gior down,
"Okay, then Gior is stayin with us."

"No Indian tribe then?"  Gior asked.

"Nope," Pare said, "No tribe for you."




As Pare moved toward the gate, the Hun began to move. Gior came up behind
Pare and ran around him. This put him out of the gate first. The Hun moved
to kill Gior, who was talking about how excited he was to be traveling with
not just Pare but Trio. Aoi looked disappointed as he stood up, his eyes
downcast. Sole found this very endearing about Aoi and looked at him. Pare
saw the Hun move at Gior in a flash. Sole dashed at them. Aoi followed. The
Hun was moving his sword point right at Gior's back. Pare pulled Gior away
and the Hun moved his sword at Pare's belly as Pare flung Gior to the
ground. Gior lay face to face with a boy who huffed his last breath...an
arrow pushed to the ground by the boy's dying belly. Gior was wide
eyed. Pare's belly button was nicked but he jerked back. Sole grabbed the
Hun and flung him against the gate wall where he was hiding previously. Aoi
found the Hun man's belly button with his sword and thukked it in hard and
true and all the way in. The Hun screamed and when Aoi twisted and twirled
the sword in every direction, he jerked his whole body upward as if to make
it even taller. Aoi made a face at him, screwing up his mouth and then he
quickly unplugged the bellyhole. Minchmeat. Aoi backed off and turned away
from the dying Hun, who slid down the wall. "Allright?"  Aoi looked at Pare
and then at Gior, "Both of you?"

Pare nodded, "Yeah, both of us. Thanks."

Sole pulled Pare up and Pare looked at Gior face to face with the boy who
just died, the boy's eyes still and open. Gior gulped. Pare whispered, "He
can't come with us."

Gior stood up, "I...I..."

"It...it IS too dangerous."  Pare wiped himself off. He started to move on.

Aoi looked at Gior. "I suppose it is but...don't you think...."  He looked
at Pare....'s back. "Maybe we could..."

"Somebody's always after boys who are with us and they either have to get
away from us like the Boy or end up dead like the Seer..."  Pare stated
without turning around.

Gior moved at Pare, "But I...."  Gior turned to look at the dead
boy. "It...I my decision."

Sole grabbed Gior's arm gently, "Don't you think about it now. We'll talk
to him and..."

"No, he's right."  Gior said and looked at Sole and then at Aoi.

Pare turned around to look at all three of them and mostly at Gior.

Looking at Pare, Gior said, "He is. I almost just got in the way and got
him killed."

"Gior, you did well in the fight in there...."  Pare came closer. He held
his hand over his belly wound, which was minor.

"No, maybe yes that but, Urik's dead and well, now, I think I just."

"You are alive here and now," Pare said, "And you helped in there. Without
you..."

"Yeah, without me," Gior said, "I want to go. I want no more memory of
this, this killing, this place, this whole thing....take me to the Indian
tribe. Please."



Everyone just remained for a long, long time. Gior repeated, "Please."

"You know why he's doing this," Pare said.

"It is his choice," Sole recalled, "We told him that. His decision."

"I killed Urik because I was too involved in this stuff," Gior said, "I
loved him but I loved that feeling more. I am sick of it. I want to go to a
peaceful place."

"I'm not sure there is such a place," Sole said.

"Nor am I," Aoi added.

"I don't care. I don't want to stay with you, with him, I put you all in
danger," Gior said. "Take me or I'll...I'll just try to find my own way to
them."

"I'll...."  Aoi started. "We'll..."

"Take you," Pare finished. Then he walked away. Sole put his hand and arm
around Gior and lead him off. Looking back at the dying Hun, Aoi smiled and
shrugged. Then he moved to follow his three friends.

TO BE CONTINUED...