Date: Sun, 13 Jul 2008 09:16:03 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO  71

Nimo and Gero arrived back at the hiding place of Victo. "What are you two
doing here?"

"We came to help you get back your arrow of manhood," Gero said innocently.

Nimo looked down, "Uh, I think we're too late. He's already got his arrow
of manhood growing back."

Victo was hard, "That's from watching this Puerto Rican dog. He may be
slime but he's hot."

"Is he finished burying his two friends?"  Gero asked.

"Yeah, I think so," Victo nodded.

Nimo raised an eyebrow, "Then why haven't you acted while he was doing so,
wouldn't that have been the best time to strike?"

Victo swallowed, and thought of a good excuse, "Yeah..."  He turned and
frowned at Nimo, "For a coward..."  Nimo dropped his brow and his head. "I
prefer to take him one on one, mano to mano."

"Well, I have to help," Gero had his knife out and up, "I was told that
this is to be my test of manhood."

"What?"  Victo wondered, "It's my kill."

"We thought...there would be more warriors here," Nimo said.

Gero frowned, "Not that many of them are warriors. More like peace loving
curs."

"Fine! You go first, bu t now look and stop talking!"  Victo said.

They watched as Pare was finished with his placement of rocks over the
bodies he had put in the softer ground, digging with his knife and a left
over spear. Finished, he kneeled down over the dirt, avoiding the rocks. He
put his face in his hands. Victo puffed, "Now."

"Now?"  Gero asked.

"Now!"  Nimo snapped and took Gero's knife hand and raised it, "You
first. Attack him."

Gero saw the bare back of Pare, that nice spinal cord area that went
between the solid wings of the Puerto Rican. "Say, he's hot," Gero said in
a whisper.

"Will you come on," Nimo urged and pushed him.




Gero approached Pare from behind but Pare seemingly crying over the graves
of Gior and Scott was bent over. Gero raised his knife in his hand with the
point out the pinkie side. This would be easy. If all kills were this easy,
he'd enjoy them. He raised his hand some more, wanting it to be a hard stab
in the upper back. Right between those two solid wing bones. Nimo and Victo
were close by with their knives similarly raised, one to each side of Gero.

The trio closed in. Gero aimed but wasn't ready for what happened
next. Pare was faking his crying. He'd done enough of that. His eyes
revealed he knew exactly what was happening. He stretched his upper body
back far20and reached his hands up. One hand grabbed Gero's knife hand. The
other hand grabbed Gero's opposite wrist. Pare then hopped up onto his
feet, off his knees. This surprised all three Apaches. Nimo and Victo
stepped back for a few seconds. This gave Pare time to turn fully around
while holding Gero's wrists. Pare's forearms crossed his own while he made
Gero do the same. The knife Gero was holding was facing up now as his
pinkie faced up with Pare's move. Pare plunged both hands down and this
made the hilt of the knife---more's the pity Pare thought---for he wanted
it to be the blade that struck Gero in the gut---plunge down into Gero's
stomach. Gero, not stabbed but hit, had the wind knocked out of him
hard. He buckled over and gasped for air. Pare wanted to finish him off but
didn't have the time, for the other two Apaches were on him now. Knives
out.

Pare jumped up and spread his legs. Each leg went over a shoulder. One leg
over Nimo's left shoulder, the other leg over Victo's right
shoulder. Jumping, he pressed his legs--and the boys---together. Nimo's
knife found a bare spot just half an inch from Victo's three inch hanging
belly button. Victo's knife found a spot just an inch from Nimo's belly
button. The two reacted in pain and jolted upright---bodily and
sexually. They yelled and jerked back. Pare jumped off their shoulders
immediately, for he would have fallen and as it was he hal f jumped and
half fell off. He landed on his legs and bent down, ready for more of the
fight. Which he knew would come. All three Apaches were only wounded and
not badly. Victo fell and scrambled to get up. As he did, he felt and
picked up his precious arrow. His belly button stood to attention now.

Nimo yelled, "Bastard!"  He threw his knife at Pare, who ducked and it
sailed past him, over his right shoulder and down the cliff side, clanking
against solid boulders. Nimo only did this in a futile attempt of anger. He
knew this and reached back for his bow and arrows. He fiddled until he had
the bow but Pare was on him as the arrow went in. Nimo pulled the bow but
Pare grabbed Nimo's arms by the elbows. Still, Nimo had Pare in a bad
spot--Pare's gut hole was just in front of the arrow as Nimo pulled the
bow. In pain. The arrow was touching Pare's belly button outtie in no
time. But wounded, Nimo winced. Pare pulled the elbows but this made the
arrow move into his belly button.

"Ow!"  Pare laughed and let go of Nimo. Pare ran to behind a very thin
tree.

"Coward!"  Nimo aimed, "Come back here!"

Pare was letting the very thin wooden tree hide his navel, "I'm right
here!"




Nimo ran at him, "You think that tree will save your gut hole?!!!"  He
laughed and pulled the bow.

Pare was20so close now that he reached with the tree leaning on his chest
and belly and dick. He reached and grabbed both ends of the bow and
pulled. The arrow fell uselessly to the ground. Nimo yelled, "Damn! NO!"

Pare pulled Nimo by having both hands on both sides of the bow. He turned
it sideways and pulled, for now it would not block Nimo's scrumptious belly
button. Nimo's infectious grin was lost. And Pare could see that nice
button moving toward....He wanted to enjoy it for a bit ....that 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. "Damnit! No
time!"  Pare saw Victo recovering and scrambling for his own bow and
placing the "golden" arrow in it. Pare pulled the bow he was holding and
this made Nimo's belly button get engaged onto a thin but very sharp five
inch branch of the tree, a branch that looked as if someone had cut it
before they had arrived. Pare? Maybe. Nimo's body hit the thin tree and
smacked. Nimo's head jerked back as he yelled and screamed. He tried to
pull himself off the tree but as the pain burned into him more when he
tried, he stopped and then just sagged against the tree, which bent a bit
as he did. Pare wanted to just leave Nimo to die but before he did he held
Nimo's shoulders and then under his arms, along the ribs, "You looked to me
like a kind of back to nature guy," Pare had laughed, "But maybe it's not
back to nature but you're more belly to nature...hahaha. Get it, your belly
is to nature...the tree..."

Victo aimed the bow and arrow, "He gets it! And so will you in that cute
outtie! DIE!"  Victo fired the arrow but Pare jumped and grabbed it and
raced right at Victo. "NO!" Victo was so frightened and surprised by this
move, that he jumped back and dropped the bow. Pare moved. Pare's tight yet
smooth body hit into Victo's front, each feeling the other's hard on
between them. Pare's dick leaped out of his flimsy Indian skin and nudged
against Victo's three inch belly button outtie. "Nimo, get off that tree,
quite jerking off20and humping that tree and help MEEE!"

Nimo's stomach was a washboard one moment and the next it untensed and went
soft. He fought with his dying burning pain and made it tight and strong,
then loose and felt the pain more. He lost his fight.

Pare pressed Victo into a huge larger wooden tree just on the outskirts of
the cliff side. "Ger, help me!"

"I...I can't, I hurt," Gero gasped.




Nimo breathed his last, a large chunk of his innards now out...out his back
as the tree branch thukkked it out his back and skin, intestine, and other
bits hung in one big clump on the end of the branch. "Ohhhh....0000 aie."

"Need help?"  Pare said as he took the arrow and put it against the tip of
Victo's worm like button. Pare's dick hit it from below, his own outtie hit
it from above. Pressing his lower half into Victo to hold him against the
tree, Pare took both hands of his own. Victo's free hands were holding his
former wound. He winced. Pare took one hand and held the large three inch
outtie. With the other hand he slowly shoved the thin arrow point into the
worm and started to slowly push and push. Victo's body jerked to solidness
and upright. He raised his head to look at sky.

"No, not that! Not that! Not now! Not that! Not that, I beg of thee!"
Victo gasped.

"Yes th at!"  Pare held the button straight out and the arrow the same way,
"You wanted this arrow? Now you get it back or should I say you get it
frontally!"

"Just do it! Let me die fast!"

"No! Not for you! I take it you are the one who killed Gior?"

"Yes! YES! I AM! AND I LIKED IT WHEN I PULLED THAT ARROW INTO HIM AND I
SPREAD MY RIBS FAR SO AS TO SHOOT IT AS FAR INTO THAT KID'S BELLY BUTTON AS
I COULD!"

Pare shoved the arrow in a bit more, "Nice try. Tryin to get me mad, me
Latino blood in me mad but one thing is that I don't get so mad that my
anger will forfeit my slow revenge. My blood wants you to suffer FOR A LONG
TIME, FUCKER!"  Pare pushed the arrow in slowly and Victo squirmed. He
shoved his body back only to have his head hit the hard thick tree behind
him. Nimo crumpled, a body only. Victo could feel the arrow inching through
his first inch of button. "Fucking baby, it's not even in your body yet!
But it will be!!!!"

"Gero, help me! Get up and get that bow and kill this Latin dog!"

"Never kilt anybody," Gero winced as he crawled on the ground.

In inch and bit more.

"Never will," Pare said but didn't take his eyes off Victo's eyes. Victo
looked at him deeply.

"Go f or it," Victo said, "I changed my mind. I want to experience it all!
Just like your little pal I split at the belly hole did!"

"NNNahhhh!"  Pare said as he shoved it in deeper and it was about an inch
and a half in now. Victo got used to it.


"Ha!"  Victo raised his chin now, "Doesn't even hurt!"

"Do you know who I am?"

"Some peace loving dog of the mixed tribe!"

"Ever hear or Trio?"

"Trio? Yeah, three fools who...oh that does hurt now!"  Victo gasped as it
went in en route to getting two inches fully in his three inch
button. "Trio. Sole. Aoi. Par....eh? You...you're one of Trio? Oh no!
We..."

"Weren't ready to fight warriors who were above being your equal, were you?
Just lame ass weakling kids and an old man?"  Pare drew it in, now at two
inches.

Victo swallowed, sweated all over. Perspiration matted his hair, his pecs,
dripping onto his nipples, and in a straight drop of liquid down his
middle, alighted in his stomach muscles. Hit the top of his own outtie and
dripped and splashed on the close by Pare outtie.



Aoi lead the tribe of mixed boys and warriors back toward the tents. They
didn't have many warriors but a few. Aoi trained them in the few weeks that
Trio had been here.
 The last weeks of Gior's life. Aoi looked sad. It wasn't often he was sad
over a death. But Gior was special. Special to Pare and to him. On a
spotted brown and white horse---that everyone said was ugly---but that Aoi
took a liking too---Aoi rode first. He put his hand up. The motley crew
behind him stopped. Some walked, some were on horses. Most were. A small
blond boy with extremely curly hair, just a baby really, was holding onto
Aoi from behind. "Something's wrong."  There was smoke rising. Aoi turned
and a warrior boy, Ran, jumped off a black beauty of a horse and came to
him. Aoi looked at him, "Ran, keep them here."

"Yes," Ran said. Ran was Comanche. He had feathers in his hair and he was
younger than Aoi but taller. He was also slight in build but tough. He
large muscles on his arms and legs but he was skinny with a washboard
stomach. He jumped up on Aoi's horse. The boy held onto him now and pressed
his face into the back of Ran, crying.




Aoi moved through the light forestry of the woods and to the camp. He saw
terror. A boy, one of their tribe, was moving. Walking toward him. Aoi took
out his sword with a SLSSSSSS. The boy walking at him was dangling
something in front of him.  Something long. As the boy moved at him, Aoi
realized there were others of their tribe all around, looking like they
were asleep. On their stomachs, on their backs, sideways. Then t he boy
came up close and Aoi realized, "I should have realized sooner having seen
so many before," Aoi chided himself. He realized the dangling thing out of
the boy's stomach was a long, very long, wooden spear. It dangled and the
boy walked in an erect death march. Finally, the boy reached Aoi but it was
too late. He buckled and landed on his knees. He fell forward so that the
spear stopped his fall and propped him up. It stabbed into his belly some
more but held him dead up in that spot. The boy's eyes closed slowly and
the last thing he saw was Aoi's tight body. Not a bad way to die the boy
thought and not a bad sight to see at the end.

Aoi called, "Ran, bring them."  The sooner they got this over with the
better. Everyone here was dead. The only surviving members of the tribe Aoi
thought were the ones that were with him at the cliff and now were behind
him on the horses and walking with Ran and the others behind him. Including
Sole. But where was Sole, he was so far behind. And Aoi realized he was
wrong when he walked through the field of bodies that was once their
camp. He heard two voices. One was the old man, the chief of peace. Aoi
really didn't care about him. He was old. Soon he would die. Another here
would have to lead.  Then he saw a body near the soup pot, which was
overturned. The legs were moving slowly. A knife was embedded in a smooth
nice stomach. "Chokese!"C2 Aoi ran past small boys with arrows in their
bellies, their arms up on the ground over their heads, dead. Older teens
with spears in them, against rocks and trees, embedded there for a long
time. Others were propped against deer skins spread on wooden poles
crisscrossed. Their eyes were cut out and their belly buttons were hanging
either out the front or the back. Aoi tried to ignore these but he saw all
of them. "I failed you."  He said this as he saw Chokese and put his sword
in its sheath. Soon Ran and the others marched through the camp of the
dead. "Oh Chokese," Aoi put an arm under him. "It...it's not....that bad,"
he lied.

"Get me on my way."  Chokese winced. Aoi put a hand on the knife, "No,"
Chokese warned, "Take it out and I die..."

You're going to die anyway, Aoi thought, "Okay."  He put his arms under
Chokese's body and lifted him.

"OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHWWWWRRRGGHH!"  This hurt the boy and Aoi almost put him
down. "NO! No! Bring me into the tent."

His tent. Aoi, tears in his eyes, lifted Chokese and could see the knife
hilt rising and falling as the boy took deep breaths to try to live. The
stomach folded and almost engulfed the damned knife in it. In a tent there
was a bed of furs and skins and wood beneath. It was almost to Aoi's
hips. He laid Chokese on i t and the boy winced and jerked as the pain of
being moved hit him more and more. Laying down he tried to find a new way
to lay...and die. "What?"  Aoi asked.

"Apache tribe. They must have kill...taaahhhhh....Gior, Scott, and
Masi. They came, I tried..."

Aoi put his hand on Chokese's stomach, "Don't try to ...."

"I did. I tried to save my friends and the others. They killed
everyone. Everyone but the old chief."  Aoi cried, "I defended them but
there....there were...were..."  He coughed, "Too....too many...too
many...so many and they were so...."  He shut his eyes and his stomach went
tight. Then soft. "So savage. They didn't care how they fought or who they
killed. They got all of us. I...I'm soooooohohhh
sorryEEEEEEEEEE....ekkkkgurk!"




"Don't be, my brave little warrior," Aoi said, "You made us proud. And you
lived."

"I've been dying the whole night, I had to tell you that your training
helped. But I wasn't enough. The others, most of them. Most fought like you
showed. We needed more training."

"I'm sorry I wasn't here to protect...."  Aoi said. "I feel so helpless
now."  He was not used to that.

"You're not...."  Chokese smiled, "Used to that, are you?0 Aoi nodded, his
tears falling now.

"Anyway, you're not that useless as you might think," Chokese gulped. "Take
the knife out and then, then slay me with your own knife."

"I'm not going to do that!"  Aoi yelled.

"Then I will die even slower than I already am," he said, "They wanted me
to die slow because I fought..."

"And fought well I bet," Aoi said and slammed his hand into his fist.

Pain riveted, "Aoi..."  Chokese looked at Aoi peacefully but this ended
seconds later.  "Uhhahhhhh! Ahhhhhh!"  Chokese's eyes went wide and his
head bent back. "DO IT!"

Aoi put his hand on the hilt and let it rest there. Chokese rose up and his
belly hit the knife more. Aoi could feel the pressure of the body. He took
the knife out and threw it in one move. It flung out and across the back of
the tent. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWW!"  Aoi put his hand on Chokese's
chest and held him to the bed. He hopped up on one knee to keep Chokese
from falling off.  With his other hand, he held the wound on the belly
button that used to be. When this subsided, Aoi was sure Chokese would be
dead...

But he wasn't. Chokese looked at Aoi, who stood back to take it all in.  He
still held the belly though. "Chokese, I can't..."

"Then you are a coward...if you cannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnah. Nohhhh! Can't
go on witd thi...iiiiiiihilt! This!"

Steeling himself, his jaw tight, Aoi took out his own knife, "No one calls
me a coward!"  He held it up with the blade out his pinkie. Then he looked,
"Are you ready?"  He looked up, his chin high and resolute.

"Oh go aheaddddaaa and do it! You want me to sufferrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!???"

"I don't want you to die...."  Aoi sweated. His dick was up and wet.  For
once, he didn't want it to be.

"You're hard from my suffering. Maybeeeeeekkkkk you want it?"

Aoi thought.  He wiped his tears.  He swallowed.  "Okay I'm going to do it,
get ready..."

Chokese tightened his stomach muscles. Aoi knew this would make the pain of
the final blow all the more difficult. "I can't....I can't hold this for
long..."  Chokese moaned. "I love you for what you did for my people....if
you can't, that is okay, I can die slow this way..."

"Okay, I can't," Aoi lied. He waited until he saw Chokese's stomach
relax. The washboard went more soft. Then he STRUCK! With fierce force, Aoi
had the knife out his thumb now and he struck in a scoop but letting it hit
straight where Chokese's newer and improved belly hole was. He dug it in
and kept it going. Chokese screamed and screamed and then he looked at Aoi
with hatred. And love.

"You...you just did that cause I called you coward..."

Aoi rammed it in more and pressed his head against Chokese's head as he
leaned into the bed, "No one calls me that!"  He let off and got up and
pulled the knife out, letting his arm draw back far. The stomach went in
and out, in and out. Then Aoi stabbed the kid again and Chokese was
still. His last words, "I love you."

TO BE CONTINUED....