Date: Sat, 12 Jul 2008 10:34:46 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO  70

"You ever kill anybody, Chokese?"

"Naw, you?"

"Naw, that's why I joined the old chief's tribe," Egle said. He stood at
the fire where vegetables were cooking in a soup pot. He was wearing a loin
cloth and moccasins. He was a bronzed Hopi boy with dark nipples and a wide
stomach but flat abs. A large innie belly button. He had long silky black
hair and one feather hanging in it.

Chokese was lean and the same size as Egle. "I hope they all return soon."

"I just hope that Gior is alright," Egle stirred the pot. "Hey, Mogilan,
are the horses tied?"

"Yes," another boy came over to them from a horse rack made of wood. "And I
am hungry. When's eating?"  He tried to take a spoon from the side of the
pot.

"When the others get back," Egle knocked Mogilan's hand away, "And not
before."

"But it's getting late," Mogilan looked skyward as the sun began to set, "I
wonder what's taking them all so long."  The horse tender was a Sioux, red
skinned as the others, his hair tied back in a bandana. He had large pecs,
thick nipples of red, and thick legs from running in the games. He had a
thick belly button which looked more like a third nipple sticking out. He
also wore only a thin loin cloth, which didn't really cover much, certainly
not his hips, just the ropes holding one piece, the front, to the other,
the back.  He was bit taller than the other two.

Chokese was tall, lean, and thin, with a thick worm like ridge that snailed
inward somewhat and outward at the top and middle. His hair was also long
and hung on his shoulders, which were muscled. His stomach, like the
others, was hairless and skin smooth. All of them had bulging biceps. They
stood proud too.  He wore a thin black elastic band between his butt which
came up under his balls to hold up the pouch he was wearing over his
penis. This pouch also had a thin black elastic band from side to side
which went around his waist. That was all he wore.  Oh yeah, and the pouch
was pink!With thin slivers of silver stripes in between thicker pink
stripes!

Without warning, from the wooded rock area came a group of riders on horses
lead by the man chief Winsa. Behind him were other horses with riders, many
whooping and yelling, waving their bows and spears. Other boys from the
camp came out of their tents including Tamak (a Lakota), Winket (a
Comanche), Reuaga (a Pueblo), Iyo (Tewa), and Kit (an Apache). Another
seven boys joined them also including a Pima boy, an Anasazi, and two
Navajos. A black boy was among these seven and he had a three inch belly
button, thick and round. Chokese said, "We should get the chief."

"Oh he's old and asleep," Kit said, "Why bother him with this. They
probably just want..."


Winsa rode up to them. "Who among you are Apache?"

"I am," Kit puffed his chest out, "But there are others. Many are asleep
after today's food gathering."

Winsa turned to his men and young boy warriors, "Hear that, they gather
food."

Egle came forward to him, "Do you want to join our people?"

Winsa had a large spear with only a rounded point and no rock on it. It
looked like a huge toothpick. "Dog, there is only one People and only
Apache are part of it and even all of they are not the People."

"Then what do you want here?"  Egle asked.

"We want only to protect the Apache bloodline and all tribes that survive
shall be ours."  He took his spear point and put it against Egle's chest
lightly. Egle looked at it and gulped. He looked back at Winsa.

"We do not want war."

Winsa brought his spear a bit more into the skin of Egle but didn't break
it. He pressed it in into the skin a bit more but there was no break and no
blood. He brought it down Egle's chest from between his firm pecs to the
sternum. He also kept it moving slowly into the far upper abs and slowly
moved it downward toward the belly button. "We sometimes get that which we
do not want."

Egle looked down as the unusual spear moved it to the belly button area,
lightly hitting the ridge and popping over it and down into the belly
button. Then he moved the spear up a bit and then SHOVED HARD! Egle gasped
and folded downward, "AERGGGHHHHH!NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOFOOOOOOOOOOO!"

"Oh my GOD!"  Kit dropped behind Mogilan and grabbed the boy around his
legs to hide, "OH GOD! They're gonna kill us!"

Winsa nodded to the others as he shoved his spear down and out Egle's
buttox and removed it. He shoved again into the heart area and then
maneuvered it quickly down the chest, cutting all the way deeper, poking
and ripping as he moved down the spear. It tore a path down to the navel
and ripped it all the way. Then Winsa shook Egle loose. Another warrior, a
smaller man rode up to Iyo and shoved his spear into the chest, between
pecs again and then from his horse, drove the spear point down to the
stomach to mangle it in the kid's innie belly button, tearing and
ripping. He tore it out and Iyo fell into Egle, the two stomach to stomach,
meshing and gushing into each other. They hugged each other as they
fell. Egle's feather got stuck in Iyo's tied back hair, which fell from its
headband. The band moved over his ear and went sideways. The pair fell on
top of each other and thrust their stomachs into each other, UGGGUGGG
UGGING and Urkiing through their thr oats as they died slowly.




"Stop! We're all Natives and people!"  Mogilan yelled, "Get the others," he
turned to the bald Kit, who wasn't totally bald but had a spiked chicken
like Mahican sticking up, colored green on top. "He wants only his
people. He doesn't believe in mixing."

Kit removed his dagger and came up from hiding, "Trouble is, bendago, I
agree with him!"  From behind Mogilan, Kit whipped his knife and brought it
to Mogilan's stomach hole. Mogilan saw what Kit was trying to do and
grabbed Kit's wrist. Kit's other hand came from behind Mogilan and grabbed
up around Mogilan's neck and shoulder, pulling him back. Kit laughed as
Mogilan looked down and saw Kit's dagger of silver moving toward his outtie
button. It rested at the top and Mogilan could feel Kit's dick rising up
behind him, hitting his buttox.

"Traitor!"  Mogilan struggled and bent his knees to try to get loose but he
felt the pain as the knife moved into his upper belly button, just above
the outtie. "Turncoat!"

"Apache's rule!"  Kit yelled and plunged into the upper button and then
twisted. The knife bit into the mountainous thick rounded button and as he
twisted, Kit yelled and grunted as though he were being stuck. Which he
wasn't. Mogilan was. He tried to stretch free but as he did, the knife went
in
 deeper and deeper. He could feel it become a part of him. Then he moved
all the way forward, bending himself but this made the knife go in
more. No, it was Kit slamming the knife into his belly. His button outtie
was outtie no more. It was gone. With gusto, Kit unplugged the belly and
held up his knife, "See, I can kill with the best of the Apaches! I can be
part of your people!"  As Mogilan gasped and fell to his knees, Kit stuck
his chest out and stomach in, "I can be a slayer of men!"

An arrow hit Kit in his belly button. He was shocked. The brave who fired
threw down his bow and arrows and ran at Kit. Kit fell over a flat rock but
tried to sit up to see what he could do to remove the arrow as the point
dug into his deep set ball and socket outtie/innie. Outtie no more. As he
grabbed at the arrow, he felt pressure on top of him. The brave that shot
him, was straddling him and grabbed the arrow and pushing it. The brave
pushed the arrow in deep, straight down, then he bent it up and down and up
and down and down and down and up and up. Kit tried to kick him off but it
didn't work. The brave punched Kit's shoulder back down and Kit's head
darted back over the back of the rock. He opened his eyes and his mouth to
enjoy the pain of burning belly button death delving deep inside him. "NO!
I AM ONE OF YOUUUUUUUUUUUUOHOHOHOHOHOHOHHO! UUUUUUUU!"  The brave pulled
the20arrow out and as Kit rose up again, for the last time, he thought, and
gasped out, "That wasn't so bad! I can survive! I am a
sur-urrrrrrrrrrr--urrurururururur--gggggg!!!!!!"  The brave put the arrow
back in and shoved and shoved until he felt rock. Kit jerked back and back
over the rock, his body bent with legs down one way and his head the
other. The brave tore out his intestines and callously moved on, leaving
Kit without a second thought.

Winsa moved past Kit's struggling with itself body and smiled in a curled
lip style, "So should all turncoats die."  Kit yelped once and died, his
eyes still open and still. His leg tried to kick up but it too fell limply
finally, following the rest of him.




Chokese, thinking of Aoi, who taught him fighting methods, began to use
some of what Aoi showed him. He grabbed the spoon from the pot of soup and
splashed it in and out. The water rose up and hit two approaching
dismounted warriors, who burned, flung themselves back. A big warrior,
Apache StrongSpear, came up to the two warriors, who were on their
backs. "Fools! Let a child best you!"  He had two spear in each hand and he
plunged, one into each fallen burned warrior boy, smack in the middle of
their belly buttons. One hip ended upward but this made the spear bite him
more. The other curled up, knees rising, feet off ground, head trying to
rise up to his stomach in a sort of sit up
 of death, a crunch of pain. The warrior's abs were finely deep set and
muscled but Strong Spear wiggled the spears, looking at Chokese, who was
wide eyed at this new warrior. Smacking the spears so they could cause more
pain in their dying off of the two burned boys, Strong Spear took out a
wooden knife and bent as he came at Chokese.

Chokese circled and moved around him and moved to the other side of the
warriors, the spears still moving, the legs still kicking and the bodies
continuing to die, moans and HILLLLLS coming from their mouths. Chokese
grabbed both spears and pulled himself up, his feet connecting with Strong
Spear's chest, driving Strong Spear back. As Strong Spear moved back, but
only a bit, Chokese twisted his wrist, RUNNING ON TOP OF THE DYING WARRIORS
he burned. Chokese twisted the wrist so much, he got the knife to drop out
of it but he caught it with his hand as he let go. Letting go might have
been a mistake, because Strong Spear backhanded him. Flying off to one
side, Chokese landed on his stomach and chest. The knife was still in his
hand so he, in pain from the hit, hid it under him. It was in his left hand
so he hid it by putting his left arm under him and across to the right
side. When Strong Spear came up to him he seemed unconscious or dead. "Did
my knife bite you in your belly hole already, youth?"  Strong Spear put a
hand on the bare shoulder of Chokese.

Chokese tingled as the warrior touched him. It felt good. It felt dangerous
and yet this cold, unrelenting, unloving warrior was giving him attention.
Strong Spear bent over on one knee as he turned Chokese over by the
shoulder. Chokese had his eyes closed as he was turned over onto his back.
Bent over, Strong Spear saw his knife and reached to get it back. Chokese
opened his eyes quickly and reached his left arm, now turned over this left
arm was closest to Strong Spear's belly button. Reaching up and stretching
out as far he could, Chokese struck Strong Spear's belly button, a thick
hard affair, deepset and far up into his abs, a heavy outtie ridge
though. Chokese stabbed and sat up some more. As he sat up, Strong Spear
bent and fell to his side. Chokese wouldn't let go. Strong Spear's hands
went to the knife to try to remove it but Chokese followed the heavy man's
body down and kept it moving inward. Strong Spear kicked out from under
himself and turned onto his bare back. His dick leapt as he felt wetness
growing ever since the battle began. The thought, even before the fight,
that he would be sticking and killing, made him excited. Now, it was too
much, dying this way at the hands of a handsome youth, a non Apache dirty
boy. "AEEFFWWWWWWFULLLLL!"  He gurked as Chokese plunged and then removed
the knife. Strong Spear's body reacted to the removal and did a dance on
his back. It seemed as if he were going to get up. Chokese raised the knife
on high, something Aoi told him not to do, for more bare unprotected
bellies were left wide open to the weapons of their enemies this way....but
he let it drop hard into Strong Spear's bare leftovers in the button
area. Strong Spear shut his eyes, tears streaming out of them from the
pain.




Chokese took the knife out and a brave jumped him from behind. He rolled
and kicked the brave off him. Another jumped on top of him straddling
him. "Never knew it would be like this. Exciting and excited!"  The brave
on top just grit his teeth as he struggled, a knife now in his hand
too. They were body to body, stomach to stomach, dick to dick, rubbing
against each other. Chokese and the brave could feel their manness between
them, one shooting and neither could tell which of them shot. They felt the
hot breath of the other on their mouths and necks. They even felt their
buttons rubbing into each other. Chokese brought his head into the head of
the brave and the brave backed off, fell off. Rolling up and away from the
brave, Chokese first stopped to knife the brave in the smooth solid
stomach, which went washboard with a nice horizontal belly slit in the
middle. Chokese widened that slit in many ways, before moving upward onto
his feet again.

A brave came up behind him and poked with a spear but Chokese turned,
grabbed the spear and the brave tugged on it. This new brave was stronger
it seemed. He made the spear fall but
 he got behind Chokese and grabbed him in a headlock behind the
neck. Chokese saw another brave, a small young one, possibly the youngest,
holding a spear horizontally with both hands and charging at him. Chokese
waited...waited...then he brought back his foot to hit the brave holding
him. The brave yelped and Chokese used his might to break free just in
time. The youth speared the brave behind Chokese. Chokese now on the side
of both of them, reached out and made his knife bite into the youthful,
virgin belly of the spear boy. He pulled back quickly and the boy fell
back. The brave, angry, his own boy stabbed him, lunged at the youth and
felled him. They died together, looking like lovers but struggling like
enemies or was it the other way around? Chokese turned to see another
spearboy coming at him. He jumped upward and dropkicked the boy, took
control of the flying spear and landed on his feet next to the fallen
boy. He drove the spear straight down as the kid tried to get up to his
feet. The kid yelped and made sounds that Chokese never heard before. But
he said, "Never heard sounds like that!"  The kid tried to get up even with
the spear in him. "NNNNN," Chokese used his strength to plunge again, "Make
those sounds again....man, they're sexy!"  He stabbed the spear down again
but he turned to see if he could help others of his "mixed" tribe.

A "mixed" warrior saw too many against him so
 he dove into all of them and took down three with him, stabbing their guts
quickly with a knife . He stood but another hit a spear against his
back. He fell, reaching up, stabbing a knife into another who bent over to
stab him with his own knife. That one fell on him but he knocked the dying
off of him. As he moved to get up, he felt a spear JUGGIT right into his
belly button. His button's hardness stopped it for a few seconds but the
warrior giant who was jerking it down, was too strong. He pierced the spear
through the belly button and the softness behind, the softness mixing with
the hardness. Splashes all round. Dick. Stomach. Button. The mixed warrior
was surrounded. Spears came down into his belly, meeting, rubbing, and
mixing with the spear already in it. He felt over seven stabbing down into
him. He yelled and grunted, his arms and hands clawing at the air. His
knees bent and his feet left the ground. The seven stabbing down were
joined by others. He felt their spear heads, all different types, ripping
into his guts. Some left and moved on. Warriors laughed and left the dying
while the newcomers cummed over him even while they continued to
torture/slay him with their spears rubbing up his taunt legs and his crotch
but always finding their nestled home in his belly button area. The warrior
on the ground died, screaming.


The black boy with the big belly button ran as he saw nine Apaches coming
at him, some nicking their knives into other s of his tribe mates along the
way. Those nicked fell or grabbed themselves, thinking they were only
wounded, only to be stabbed more substantially in their bare, unprotected
gut holes, shallow belly buttons, outtie buttons, innies with deep caverns,
all were stuck. There were "mixed" tribe bodies all over the ground, mostly
losing their battle with death, kicking, groaning, shivering. The black boy
ran toward the higher up ground where a rock cliff wall rose. He realized
he was too late so he turned, and took out a wooden knife he had to face
his enemy. An Apache with thick hair tied into two tails was upon him with
a knife. He grabbed the wrist but so did the Apache. The black boy fought
with all his might but the other warrior, the Apache was older and stronger
and more muscled. The Apache brought his head forward to mock the black boy
and sneer. Then he moved his head back and his shoulders inward as he
pulled his knife hand free of the black boy's hand. The black boy scrambled
to get it but couldn't. Next thing he knew he felt the knife enter straight
on into his curled belly button head, his three inch button swivering in
the wind with the blade in it, a metal blade of such thinness that it went
in and the belly button hid it as it slid up the three inches. "OWWW!"

The Apache leaned his weight into the black boy and thrust his shoulders
and chest into the black boy as he stabbed. The black boy was leaning
against the rock wall, his back to it now. Coldness on back, hot burning
death in belly button front. He shut his eyes and slid down a bit but the
Apache kept him up a while longer, jabbing the knife in there. Leaning in
more, the Apache felt the wall behind the black boy through his own hand
holding the knife in the boy. Then he pulled out and sneered, his head
conceitedly looking up, his chin rising as if to show off to the boy. "I
kill you."

"No shit, sherlockkkakakauhhhhh....uh," the black boy kept his eyes shut
and slid down the rock wall, not looking at his enemy. Then with a lasting
jerk on the ground in a sitting position, he shook and was still. His
breath blast followed his death.

Winsa went to the old man's tent and the two young Navajo boys, long
flowing hair ran at him with Tomahawks to stop him. Another boy, a long
haired former Viking boy, exited the tent, "What's going on out...
HERRRRRRRRRUURR!"  As he bent to get out of the tent, Winsa laid his spear
point right into his scrunched up belly muscles, slamming it deeply into
the kid's shallow round skin navel. The kid got it in him and out his lower
back and out again. Winsa smiled as he let the kid fall past him. One of
the small Navajo kids jumped on Winsa, tomahawk raised to strike. Winsa
laughed and held the tomahawk's handle.

"What is this? A flea?"  Winsa threw him back and he purposely20threw him
into the other one. Behind them was another muscle bound warrior, who
looked like a human gorilla, a steroid boy.

This steroid boy had dyed blond hair that was spiked, red but tanned skin,
and was wearing a leather vest which didn't cover much of his huge mass. He
had giant pecs and thick nipples, pointed. Around his neck he wore a
necklace of bones. He picked up his own tomahawk to kill the Navajo
boys. Twins.

Winsa put up his hand, "No!"  The steroid Native stopped and looked at
him. "I like them. Take them to our camp and do not harm them. I have need
to play with them."  The steroid native looked at him oddly. "Don't worry.
They are not Apache. Soon they will die, long and hard."


The steroid boy looked, "They hard already!"

"You cur!"  The Navajo boy named Remus jumped at him but the steroid boy
grabbed his arm and forced the tomahawk out of his hand. As he did this,
Romulus the other Navajo jumped at him but he tripped the little kid and
grabbed him as he fell. He soon had both Navajos under each arm, the
younglings protesting. "Let us die in battle! You dog! Cur! Mutt!"  The
steroid Native just laughed. He was happy with this and this work made him
pre cum already. The Navajo twins noted that the steroid guy had a strange
Indian word tattooed on and around his VERY BULGING bicep.


The Pima boy was knocked down by a warrior Apache who yelled and raised his
spear with both hands over the Pima. Chokese came up behind him but as the
Apache raised, the Pima boy found a knife on the ground and tossed it into
the bare stretched out belly button slit of the Apache. At the same time,
Chokese stabbed his spear into the back of the Apache. The knife embedded
in the Apache, came popping out as the amused and bemused Pima boy
watched. The spear point came out of the button too, mixed with gore,
intestine and skin. Chokese didn't look twice. He pulled the spear out and
yelped. The Pima smiled at him and nodded, thanking him. Chokese put his
handout to help him up but five Apaches were around them now and one shot
an arrow which SPUNKTUNGED right into the Pima's BIG, VERY BIG SHALLOW
belly button. Chokese heard it hit and it sounded like it hit wood. The
Pima boy laughed as he was hit and cried out at the same time. Chokese
didn't wait to mourn the dying Pima boy who fell to the ground and used
both hands to try to pull the arrow out with grunting force. Chokese swiped
his spear around the five but while two got their guts cut out in huge
slits, more and more came and took their place. The arrow boy aimed at
Chokese but Winket, one of Chokese's friends, came up behind him and
grabbed his arms. The arrow boy had put another arrow in his bow and was
getting ready to shoot Chokese. Winket and the arrowboy wrestled
 but Winket, behind, had the advantage...until another Apache came up and
stabbed a knife at his back. Winket's back moved in the struggle so he
didn't get fatally stabbed. His hip area from behind was hit. He moved away
from the arrow boy, who was aiming...and turning. The arrow flew in close
quarters right into Winket's navel and smushed it inward. Winket folded and
bent his head down. He fell. He died in a huffing pain, his belly trying to
rise when the rest of him could not!

"Damn!"  Chokese swore as he saw the Pima boy and Winket die at once, then
he flung his spear into another warrior, who held it upward as though he
were carrying a flag in a parade. The warrior looked at it as though it
were a part of him, his penis maybe, which actually rose and paralleled the
spear shaft. It rubbed against it and spilled some pre cum against it,
making it harder and harder. Finally it spilled a shooting wad up along it
and collided with the spear point. Chokese head butted another warrior and
took his knife from his hand with his own hand. He jabbed the knife into
the guy's side and kicked him away but there were too many more warriors.


Reuaga jumped on top of an Apache that came at Chokese and found he dove
right onto the spear as it was being held toward Chokese, thus, Reuaga went
down on top the spear point, the Apache under him, happily thrusting it
upward. It popped out Reuaga's back. As Reuage20kicked, the Apache tried to
get up and move to stand. Reuaga wouldn't let him. He took his tomahawk and
turned it to the back of the axe head which had a point on it. Reuage
thrust this down and turned his body so that the curved point arced into
the Apache's outtie ringed innie! Both jerked and Reuaga, spent with his
own cumming and his own power in doing this even while speared right
through his body, gave it up and fell down the spear until he hit the body
of the dying Apache below him. They felt each other up as they died,
holding each other's bare bodies. Cumming between them on the ground, the
Apache's back on the ground.

Chokese jumped with his knife and drove it into the shoulder of an Apache
that caught him and held him up off the ground. This Apache winced and
yelled as Chokese drove this down. Tamak yelled, "Lookout Chokese!"
Chokese let this Apache go but only Tamak could see Chokese's new
predicament...four boys with spears were running at him with the spears
held outright. Chokese let his knife free and the Apache, his shoulder
pierced down to his collar bone and chest, fell flat. Another Apache was
behind him and Chokese whirled, cut off his belly button quickly with a
swipe of his knife and turned to see Tamak, spread out, throwing himself
between him and the four spear boys. Spread wide in mid jump! And in that
position, Tamak was speared, one major spear getting him right in the
button. Tamak lande d and the guy stabbing him, leveled his spear and then
moved it into a scoop. The other three spear boys held back a bit but then
thrust spears all around Tamak's belly button, one on the left side and two
on the right. They all stuck him deeply and the other three removed spears
right away. The main spearboy kept it in and moved it up and then
down. Tamak, stuck on the spear and between it and a tree behind him which
he was herded to painfully, couldn't move. Or rather his bottom half moved
a lot. His dick area free, jerked while the spear held his belly button in
him and his waist to the tree. Tamak shut his eyes, opened them wide and
opened and closed his mouth. No sound came out. The spearboy plucked inward
and up and down and then moved the spear every which way before letting it
out. Tamak dropped, his eyes open, his mouth open, his life gone.

Winsa came out of the chief's tent. Two Apaches held Chokese's arms from
behind. Another two came to him in front and held his shoulders. He kicked
out from under them so two more held his legs.

One of the warriors who held Chokese, a much older man, smiled, "We have to
leave some alive here to tell the others what we have done. We want no more
mixed bloods here."  Winsa came to them.

"Did you kill the old man?"  Chokese asked Winsa.

Winsa smiled, "No. I had to leave him alive to tell the others. Him and a
few even younger boys than you."

"Which makes this one..."  The warrior who spoke to Chokese started.

"Expendable..."  Winsa nodded.

The warrior took his knife out with relish and stuck it deep into Chokese's
belly button, pressing. Chokese struggled and screamed as the boys all held
him.  The warrior stepped back to see, letting go of the knife. Chokese's
hands came up to the knife hilt but the warrior hit them away and took
control of the blade again. "Let him free."  He sneered a frown on Chokese
and shoved, pressing his body into the boy, the other warriors letting go
this time.  "DIE!"



TO BE CONTINUED...