Date: Fri, 11 Jul 2008 10:38:31 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO  69

"He's needs hell...hellllllllagh. He's hurt. Scott may dead."  Masi fell
into Pare's arms. It was then Pare saw another arrow sticking into Masi's
back, a nice curve of a brown back. Pare grabbed Masi behind as he fell. He
accidentally grabbed the arrow. Pare saw the bloody mess as it slowly and
not fully exited a bit out of the boy's belly button. A large outtie coming
out, the arrow was. Then Pare saw Masi look down at it and nod approvingly.
Pare felt in his arms, and against his chest, the life come out of Masi.
"This was truly a brave warrior. Not just a boy. He died for his friends."

"Let's get going!"  Aoi said, gripping his spear and sword, "Let's find
them!"

Pare placed Masi down into the arms of smaller boys, who were wide eyed at
the arrow in Masi's back. Then, two of them pulled hard and removed
it. Masi was dead. Aoi, Sole with his spear and a long sword, and Pare with
a bow and arrow and a spear, left.

At the foot of the cliff side, the three boys, also Native Americans looked
upward. One, Gero, looked up, "That's a long way up."

"Yeah and we could be dead if that one that got away brings help," said
another, Nimo.

Victo, the first one who fired, said, "I want that arrow, if you don't want
to come with me, fine. Stay here. I'll finish the ones if they are alive."
He took out his knife. For a moment, Nimo and Gero thought he was going to
stab them but he took off up the cliff hillside. Victo was the one who shot
Gior. And Scott.

Nimo. Dyed red hair. American Native. Apache. A round innie but contained
inside the flat button was an outtie wanting to get out. To the side of
each was a piece of decoration, a kind of ledge between the two on either
side and depending on which way the boy moved you could see this boomerang
shaped "flap" as it introduced a viewer to the inner button which was only
masquerading as an innie but was an actual outtie engulfed within an
innie. And when the kid bent a certain way down, his navel ridge, which was
non existent, sometimes formed a top bridge but this was just overhanging
muscle/skin. Which vanished when the healthy specimen stood erect. He was
lean and his ribs stuck out a bit but he was well muscled in the right
places, lean. Less like a bridge above and more like a bar both above and
almost on the belly, it made him very hot. He always wore an infectious
grin, especially when killing and also when some other guy was in pain. He
wore this when he one shot Masi...twice.


Gero. Apache. Thick belly, sort of bell shaped with the button occupying
and monopolizing the entire belly.  A large outtie which looked like
someone just pinched together the skin on the outside of the boy's belly
and tightly brought two folds of skin together and let it go at that. There
was a slight indent above the raw top of the outtie and it looked almost
like a second navel but it wasn't. It was too bumpy to be an innie and was
a sort of fake outtie just above the real overlong outtie. Beneath was a
bit of a bump in and then out again. Not smooth but hairless. Tight. This
one did not shoot anyone yet. He may or may not get his chance to slay
later on. Although Gero was thick, his sides and hips were not fat.

It was hard going up the cliff side thus Trio and a large entourage of
Native Americans arrived at the dying Gior and the dead Scott first. "Oh
no!"  Pare looked and got under the flopping Gior.

Pare put Gior's body on top of his own and sat up, "Hold on, hold on."

"I have been," Gior said, "And it hurts...tssssss, so friggin bad..."

"I know," Pare said, "I remember when...."

"I...I also..."  Gior looked down at his penis which was ripe with blood
inside it and grown out of his flimsey loin cloth. It was slick.

"Don't try to talk!"  Pare gasped.

"No, I wan onnnnnn. Wanna. I know it feels good. You think so good too."

"No," Pare said but he couldn't hide his thick penis against Gior's
backside a nd as Gior squirmed in pain.

"I know you do," Gior said. Pare grabbed the arrow in Gior and put both
hands on it.  "No, leave it."

"It...."  Pare began but stopped.

"It feels so good the way it is. Doncha wanna know how long I can last wid
it in me gut?"

Pare cried, "No, I don't!"

"I do," Gior said, "It feels so good right where it is. Besides, if'n you
take it out, it'll kill me faster and I don't want to die faster. I want
it....nice annnnnnnnnnnnnghhhh slow like."

Pare wasn't sure he should take his hands off the arrow or not. As he
wondered, Gior's belly sucked in air and when let out, his belly moved into
the arrow where Pare held it. Gior groaned from that and that made Pare let
go. It also made Gior harder and wetter knowing that Pare holding it caused
him more pain.

Sole moved forward to ask questions but Pare sneered up at him, "No, don't
you dare."  He turned his face along side Gior's, the back of Gior's hair
against his cheek, "Oh Gior, Gior."  Pare swallowed and shut his eyes and
then opened them in pain, "Gior, Gior. Who did this to you?"

"Looks like I'm going. I don't know," Gior said.


But Gior lasted hours and hours more. The su n began to set as he stopped
slowly. Every now and then he winced and grunted and his whole body would
go rigid. It seemed as if each time, he would die. Pare found himself
orgasming, in shame, as Gior's body rose over and over at one point. He
thought this would be it. Gior spat from his dick too but he didn't die
that time. It was late in the afternoon as Gior did this and then went
still. Yet he clung to life, his little taut belly moving up and down, the
arrow in it swaying and moving mostly with his belly movements. His
forceful pain throes moved back into Pare and then up away from
Pare. Pare's dick, as all could see, was thick and hard and thonged
straight up as Gior moved his hips to the air. Then Gior thrust back down,
his butt into Pare's loins. Pare shut his eyes from pain and pleasure as
did Gior. The arrow remained. It moved up and down too. In the wind. With
Gior's movements.

"Ohhhhhhh!"  Gior moved from side to side as if to make it feel
better. Pare held him. "Letmego! Make it stop!"  Gior tangled himself
against Pare.

Aoi and Sole and some braves moved to hold him. Pare stopped them, "NO!
DON'T ANY OF YOU DARE TO TOUCH HIM!"

"Let them if they want to feel what it's like!"  Gior yelped. "I burn
inside! I feel so alive and so dying!"  He jerked again and again and his
dick spat ov er and over. Pare's did also. "It's the best!"  Gior tried to
move to one side but Pare held him tightly. "Bastard! Lemmego!"

Pare gulped and did so. Gior fell off of him and the arrow hit the ground
sideways, making Gior yell some more. Pare reached for the limping body and
the body that jerked sideways. Gior leaned into the arrow in an effort, a
half hearted attempt to make it kill him for once and for all. There was
still light from one of the suns making rainbows on the cliff side.

Watching them were the three killer Apaches. "I want my arrow," Victo
snarled.

"Too many," Nimo said. "We come back later. Maybe they will leave it."

"No, as warriors they will take it back with them when they go," Gero said,
"We can alert others. All of them seem to be here. Maybe we can raid their
main camp and get the old leader of their's."

"I don't care about that. I want my arrow," Victo said again.

"You are a fool if you want it that bad. Follow them then and take it from
them if they take it."  Gero nodded to Nimo, "Let's go tell the chief."

Victo watched them sneak off the cliff side, "Coward dogs."  His misery at
being left alone turned to glee from some more GRNNNNNNNs of pain from Gior
as the boy on20his side squiggled and shook.

Pare curled next to Gior, "I won't let you die like this! I won't!"


"Don't you kill me before my time!"  Gior turned and put his hands to the
ground and tried to lift himself as Scott did before him, "I want to
dieeeeeeeeeeeee! On my own! My own time!"

"Let me do it!"  Pare said, "I can't watch this!"

"Why not? You did to others once! You watch'tttttttt id watched them,
didnnnnnnnntttahtough! Didn't you?"

Gior fell but instead of falling on the arrow he turned and landed on one
hip. Pare gripped his back and his other hip to steady him. They fell over
with Gior landing on Pare's chest and stomach and legs. Like they were
before. Gior shook as if he wanted the arrow in him some more. He reached
for it and shoved it in. He felt his button move inside him. He gasped,
grunted, yelped, groaned, sighed, and huffed.

Aoi moved with his sword, "Just kill him and be done with him and his gut!"

Pare yelled, "Do that and I'll slay you, Aoi! I mean it!"

Aoi looked down and his eyebrows went up. For the first time, Sole saw Aoi
gulp with fear and confusion when Pare said this. Aoi never showed fear
around Pare and certainly Pare had never before threatened Aoi or even Sole
ever. Aoi backed down immediately. "I...oh....okay. I just..."

Pare yelled, "Just ...just shut the fuck up!"

Gior rattled. "Don't....don't fight over me a...ahhhh...oh...ahhhh...oh oh
oh...ahhhh, yeah, ahh that feels it. That does the trick. Right there! I'm
getting it now!"

"Oh my God!"  Pare gasped, "Why won't he come?"  Pare referred to Wiz, whom
he had tried to call many times during this day as Gior struggled to win
his battle with the pain of the arrow. Wiz did not show. "Why?"

Aoi looked up in the sky. "Ziw."  He tried. "Ziw."  He did this over and
over until frustrated, he flung his sword into the rock and it stuck there,
"ZIW!!!!!!"  He yelled it over and over and screamed it.

Gior's knees rattled into each other and he laughed, "Thanks, Aoi. Thank
you Aoi. If he can't hear meeeekkkkkkkk! Oh yeah! Hey this is great! I
can't wait until the finale! I...tell him thank me. I mean thank him for
me."

"He heard you," Pare whispered close to his ear.

Sole tried to. "Why isn't he coming? I wonder..."




The Native boys, the warriors, and the Asians were doing their own quiet
song dances around the area. Others were crying. Some were just white
boys. Some were Hispanic and they watched with a quiet sort of glee and
fascination. Some were just happy it was not them. Some wanted it to be
them. They all wondered what it felt like to last so long with an arrow in
the belly button, having it tucked into you like Gior had. The pain. The
long lasting pain. The burning. The soothing he felt at times as the pain
subsided and then came back like a new stab every time. In the rocks and
bushes around them, Victo jerked himself.

His thoughts were many: "I caused him this pain. I did this. This is
mine. My life to take, the life I did take. I mastered over him. I put it
right there in his gut hole, the place he was born out of and the place he
will die in to. I am better than he, oh man, yeah....yeah that's it. Feel
it boy. Smooth hot boy, die from my arrow...that I just thudded in ya. Let
it loose and fired with all my heart and soul into your own."  As he urged
himself on, Victo thrust his hand up and down on his thick pud, which was
carouseled in a thick foreskin of what looked like a honey bee hive! And
the honey was slicking out of the top folds now! He did this for a long
time, almost as long as Gior took dying.

Victo split his penis head apart and moaned lowly, not being heard over the
chanting of the dancers. His dick let loose a thick, almost completely
solid string of rope cum! He opened his mouth and wanted to gasp some more.

In a white above world, in a chair, the Seer sat.  He was naked and
smiling. Another boy came with yet another boy. "Ahhh, Wiz. You have
readied him I see."

"Yes," Wiz said, uncharacteristically moody and angry, "What the hell
is..."

Seer pointed at him, "Careful there?"  He laughed at this.

"What the heck...heck allright? What the hell is this power....all these
powers good for if I cannot save Trio's three friends when they want me to?
Why? Why can't I?"  He smashed his own fist into his opposite hand's open
palm and closed his hand around the fist.

Seer looked and shut his eyes, "It's not known, Wiz. Here, we do the course
of what the higher ones must want as the plan."

"Fuck that plan then."

"Wiz..."  Seer sounded like he was going to scold Wiz. The other boy
watched them. Clouds of white surrounded them all.

Seer stood up and moved to Wiz, who turned his back to him. Seer put a hand
on the bony shoulder of Wiz, bony but muscled. "There is a reason. None of
us yet understands it. This is why we are here. To understand. Trio won't
understand. But this mission you are going on will help."




Wiz put a hand on Seer's hand on his own shoulder and turned after doing
this. He looked at Seer and stared deeply into his eyes. They kissed a long
deep kiss. Power passed betwe en them. Seer parted their lips first, "You
must."  Seer made a red, white and blue cape appear in his hands and he
wrapped it around Wiz's bare boyish back.

"I know."  Wiz tied the string to the cape around his bare, smooth neck.

"I know you know. I'm sorry it is this way. Some day we will
understand. Until then, we have more answers than they do. And right now
Trio, especially Pare, needs you."

"I will go to them then," Wiz stated, "Come along, Urik."  Wiz took the
"dead" boy Urik, Gior's lover by the hand. He was wearing his thong and Wiz
was wearing a skirt like loin cloth and nothing more but sandals. The two
moved off and walked away from Seer. Seer sat down again, his penis
straight up and standing at attention. He watched the pair vanish into the
ether.

At their camp, that night, Gero and Nimo told their chief, a large he man,
Winsa what happened. Winsa was a tall man with thick round nipples, dark
nipples. He wore only a loin cloth between his spread out hips and rope
over his waist to hold it and of course the leather boots. He held a spear,
"Then we attack their camp now before the others return."  As the others
made move to gather weapons and horses, Winsa moved to Gero and Nimo, "You
two will return to your brother, Victo and help him to recover h is manhood
arrow."

Gero nodded but Nimo looked worried. "Why can we not come to the camp?"

"You are Apache. You do not fear the mixed ones?"

"No, chief, Winsa," Nimo said, "I want to continue to kill and I believe I
can kill more at their camp than on the cliff side."

Winsa smiled, "Gero has never killed a man. He must do so today and do so
with only you and Victo as witnesses. Like a warrior. Like a man. For he is
not a man if he does not kill those who would mingle tribes. We pure Apache
must remain virgin. Solid. Hard."

"Yes, Winsa, I will follow him at your order."

"So be it."  He yelped and let out a war cry. He jumped onto his horse and
warriors, many young, followed him.

Nimo patted Gero on the back, "You are about to have your first kill."

Gero asked, "What is it like?"




"It is powerful."  Nimo said as he gathered more arrows and a fresh bow,
taking a spear for Gero. "It is like, you or him. And you win, your chest
out and heaving in powerful energy filled life while your enemy, lay there
heaving too in the same way but on his way out. It's the reason we males
are alive. It's better than anything."

"Better than sex?"

"I never had a woman.  Have you?"

Gero frowned and make a face, "Hell no. Hate those dogs. I have had boys
though. And they me."

"I've had no one, not even a real orgasm either."

"Maybe today we will both have our first."

"Hey yeah, if we luck out."

Victo watched as the night fell. Sole looked at Pare as Gior stretched out
and let out one long, last dying
moan. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHOOOOOYAYAYAYAY!"  Gior tensed and
stretched tight, his dick straight up and firing volley after volley of cum
jelly! Some of the boys were wide eyed at this and amazed and even jealous.

"AWE!"

"Fan-fuckin-tastic!"

"I want some!"

"Me too!"

"There's soooo much of it!"

Some just whooped.

Gior kept his last gasp going and then he huffed and his body fell loosely
onto Pare's tight and tense body. While Gior was in the midst of this, he
grabbed the arrow and plunged it in more and then pulled it totally out. He
plunged it back in. Pare helped him as he lost his power to keep it going
back in. Pare's dick spat too and let loose a widening spread of white
blast onto Gior's bare smooth back. Gior let his whole body go. He fell and
literally puddled onto Pare. Finally as the moon came up on the clear hot
night, Gior died. Watching, Victo made a victory fist and then
scowled. E2Finally."  Gior's eyes slowly lowered and his eyelids closed
even slower. His mouth stopped moving. His breath ceased and his stomach
stopped volleying up and down, the arrow stopped moving with it. "Good."

Aoi shook his head as if to show he understood, "He will not be forgotten."
Pare looked at him, his eyes with tears. "I'm...."  Aoi stuttered, "I'm
sorry."

Sole looked, "They should all get back now. It's been all day here. I'll
stay with Pare and..."

"No, you all go back to the camp. I'll stay with him some more and then
I'll bury him right and proper," Pare said. "I couldn't protect him but
maybe I could...as he goes into the other world..."


Victo watched as, reaching from behind Gior, Pare took the arrow back out
of the tender belly and laid it down. "Good, forget about it."  Pare was
still under Gior's back.

"I'll keep this so I can put it in the belly of the one who did this to
him," Pare gripped it back up and then dropped it. He laid down with Gior,
now needing to relax as he had sat up with Gior on him the whole day and
night. His abs hurt from the strain.

Victo frowned, "Never easy is it? Now I have to kill this Latino dog."

>From Pare, Sole moved
 as the others started back, "Are...are...you sure? I mean I can stay
too..."

"I'm sure," Pare said.

Sole watched him and needed another "I'm sure," from Pare before he would
move on, his own spear in his hand. Pare told him, "I'll bury him and Scott
under those boulders."  Aoi was bringing the mixed tribe back toward camp
now but Sole stopped.

"Pare....Pare look..."

Victo looked but could see nothing. But Pare could and so could
Sole. Descending from the light of the moon, Wiz, his cape flowing behind
him, red, white and blue, was floating downward. In the wake of his cape,
was a figure. A figure which rose out of the cape and floated apart from
it. Landing, Wiz took the hand of the figure.

"Urik!"  Pare gasped.

"Who the fuck is Urik?"  Victo wondered in quiet. He covered his own mouth.

Sole repeated, "Urik!"

"Hello, Gior," Urik said as he landed. Wiz landed and let go of the hand.

Pare laid the body of Gior aside, "Wiz, you fucking prick, I'm gonna kill
you!"

Wiz put his hands out as Pare rushed him. Pare stopped and looked at him,
"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Look, Pare," Sole came back and held Pare's arms from behind, then turned
him away
 from Wiz and back to Urik. From Gior's body, came a spirit. Gior. Scott's
spirit came from his body too.

Wiz took Scott's hand, "Come."

Scott nodded, "It's about time. I cam hours ago."

"Urik."

"Gior."

"I love you."

"I love you too. Let's go, we can be together forever now."  Urik took both
his hands and gripped both the hands of Gior.

"I'm with you,"

The two followed Scott and Wiz. Wiz had his arm around Scott and he walked
up through the air toward the moon. Soon they vanished in the
moonlight. Urik and Gior were there and following. They turned and waved
with their free hands and looked down at Trio. Gior called back, "Pare,
don't let this cloud your life. Forget it. Let this go. Let my death go. No
one expects you to kill those who killed me. Forgive them. Don't hurt
them. End it now. Don't kill any more. You can do it. Let this murder,
these murders...go."

Then they were gone, leading Masi's spirit behind him, to the moonlight,
vanishing into the rays.

Pare looked at Sole and he bent down and picked up the arrow, "Let it go?
Like hell I will!"



TO BE CONTINUED...