Date: Sun, 20 Jul 2008 09:22:46 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO 79

EVEN VILLAINS AND ALLIES NEED SOME TIME TOO

Arrows and spears flew through the air. Not aimed at them but deadly just
the same. The Time Traveler Timord pushed his young Thai comrade to the
ground, "Get down!"

Dioin stood up, all hip flexors and more solid than his skinny bones used
to be before the battle, the big one that set Trio free and helped Simon
and the French Boy get back to their own time. "But why? We've been in
battles before..."

Timord looked at him, "Because, it's ancient Egypt and they don't...LOOK,
JUST GET DOWN!!"  He pushed Dioin down and tried to bend to say something
to him but in the thick macho slightly hairy belly, something struck. Dioin
was looking off to the other side. Two factions of Pharaohs were fighting
each other.

"Timord, I don't think this IS Ancient Egypt, I think we're still in that
other land...the land Trio called..."  The dark Thai boy looked at his
friend, who was crouched over. "Timord are you...?"  He saw his friend, his
lover, looking wide eyed in shock and wonderment. Fascination at the nice
pain and fear from what would follow. For sticking out of Timord's big
round belly button was as a huge arrow shaft, the point deeply imbedded in
the center of the navel, the back wall of which could still be seen...but
only in places around the shaft, the20rest of which had pushed it far back
deep inside his guthole.

Dioin used to like the way he could see Timord's navel wall as it seemed to
be a failed outtie which just didn't quite make it out the thick ridge. Now
it was mushed in bits forever. "Ohhhh!"

Timord looked at him, "Stay down!"  He stood up as he pushed Dioin down
with his hand and then his foot. He was shirtless, wearing only the skirt
of the Egyptians as Dioin wore. Luckily they left their pets in the time
machine. Dioin knew he had to get back there. Maybe Timord would regenerate
again, become a new body, even a new personality. A hand went to Timord's
shaft. His other hand went to rub his belly. He stood up erect, in more way
than one. Dioin looked up and an arrow landed in front of his face. He
tried to move but more arrows sailed just past his forehead. A spear hit in
front of him. From the other side, another spear landed and a hail of
arrows. The sides were not trying to kill them. Timord landed on his back,
near Dioin. He moaned to his slow death. "If they think....uuhUUUHUggg, you
arrrgggggghhhh, deaduhhhhhhh, uggg, UGGA, you might have a chance."

Dioin heard those last words and knew Timord was correct. Around him were
dead enemies from both sides. Arrows in eyes and backs, mostly in bare
bellies, some of which scrapped the ground as the laid out body hit the
sand, arrow first, driving it deeper in. Groan ing grew loud and moans
filled the air. An arrow, then three landed in between Dioin's meaty
muscled Thai legs. He wanted to move but he dare not. All around him the
dying slowly became the dead with appropriate sounds. One side seemed to
call a retreat. The other side moved in.

"Make sure all of King Arackno are dead. Not wounded. Kill all. All who
stir."


"Terrific," Dioin said, his dick erect under him from all the death and the
threat of his own belly button death.

Elsewhere and perhaps else when, two CONAN types were fighting each
other. They resembled CONAN from CONAN THE BARBARIAN, two thick twins, with
long black thick hair and thicker ten pack abs. Loin cloths. They fought
with swords, long swords with thin ends and hurtful points. They wore
nothing else. Standing all around were similar warriors, different
warriors, and others. Different body types, all watching, some serious,
some smiling. There was no arena. Just a flimsy picket fence made of what
seemed to be failed spears. Veined arms too big to even move did move. The
two CONAN twins moved to kill each other. This fight was long and sweaty
and belly buttons moved to different positions during it but it ended the
same way as many others before it: each brother stabbed the other with
their swords in their bellybuttons. They stabbed each other. They stood and
watched the other's belly button get it in there. Then they briefly looked
at their own. They swallowed. They smiled, they flinched, they winced,
they laughed. The group around them grew restless. One blonde lean boy
leaned on his spear which he had in the ground. He had waited with
anticipation and a growing dick for one of the two hot muscle studs to get
it in their gut's hole and now he realized he had been cheated
somewhat. Yet he knew he'd enjoy seeing them both get it in a different
way, he liked seeing one give it to the other, one win, one lose. But this
was a good replacement for that. Both would give, both got. Giving, and
getting, even now.  He had on leather straps around his arms and legs. His
belly was bare. He wore a small leather strap around his hair, it almost
being unseen beneath his bright yellow curly locks. Near him was a black
haired teen, equally entering manhood. These were no mere boys, no minnows.

"CMON!!!! FINISH IT!"  Called a manly voice. The voice of Tarn. Yes that
Tarn. He was here, orchestrating this. Tanned and bronzed, sculpted body
and all.

The twins looked at each other. They nodded. They let go of their
swords. This would give them more pain but it would finish their guts
quicker. Did they want this? Or did they want it to go on forever? The nice
navel pain of entering metal in their tough tight strong belly
muscles. They pressed a small round lever on their hilts of their
swords. Their manly big dicks pressed tightly against their thin loin
cloths, stretched to limits! When they pressed20the buttons, from the end
of the hilt came a long metal blade, pointy and silver. They leaned into it
and withdrew their sword a bit from their stabbed and soon to be slain
opponent. This effectively stabbed them just to the side of their belly
button, ripping the ridge a bit and joining the point of the enemy sword in
them. Two blades in them now. They ran at each other and each drew up their
bodies, head backed and then thrown far back as they
UKKKKGGGOOHWWWWWWAARRGGHHHHHHHEEDDDEEEDD their way toward their slow belly
death.




Each thought they could bear the pain of this and with stoic grunts of
manly passion, pushed some more and leaned in some more so they would
really really feel it. Their manly moans of "I'LL GET YOU FIRST" and the
like, some not even in English and some not even meaningful sounds, turned
from stoic bravery and "I CAN TAKE IT" to real groans of ARCHING pain and
gasping youthful baby cries! Tears came from their eyes but as they jerked
back to the pain, almost hitting their heads, they realized this was both
great and gory, both fun and dark death.

Elbows moved in, arms joined weapon stabbing as they stabbed with their
swords and got their own hilt into themselves and got stabbed by their
brothers' point. They met in the middle, long swords out their backs and
their own hilt blade mangling sideways now into their button, sliding into
and knocking aside and into the other blade. Meshing
 skin and strong belly meat beneath. The two did not die easily. They
kicked back a bit but then merged and chests touched chests. Pecs nibbled
on nips. Nipples rounded on nipples and felt hard as stone. The rock men
finally died but stood there, dead, neither one with the legs giving out.

"Damn!"  Tarn said.

 "Mmmmmmm," A devilish voice said.

"Damn!"  Tarn yelled, "Someone drop them down."  Two older gladiators took
pleasure in knocking the pair down, separating them from each other, with
sticky splashing sounds emitting as the swords and blades from hilts tore
out of rippled abs and navels. Tarn turned to two other warriors,
"You. You're ready. You and...."  He pointed to another, "You. You're
next. Prove to me which of you can be part of my new order!"

Demnos appeared next to Tarn. "You heard me."

"Yeah," Tarn said, "And that's why I ignored you."

Demnos made an angry face, "Ignore!"

"You heard me," Tarn nodded. "Good hearing with those demon ears of yours."

Demons composed himself.  "This is quite a nice place you got for
yourself. But you're no Nolo. Now he may have been a skinny little nothing
but he knew how to get things done."

"Yeah well," Tarn's eyes toured th e fighters who began to fight, "From
what I hear now, right now, this Nolo, the so called King," Tarn said King
as though it was were a dirty word, "Is getting his belly button stabbed
constantly day by day, hour by hour..."

"Lucky boy..."  Demnos said, "Still you want more I see..."

"Look, Demnos," Tarn turned to look at the red eyes for the first time, "No
offense. I want no trouble from you...okay...it's just that you and your
brothers were a real pain in the ass."

Demnos laughed, "In who's ass?"

"Mine!"


"Lucky boy," Demnos said to Tarn, who smiled and looked at the fighters
again.

The pair of fighters entered the area in the middle of the fenced off
area. Tarn smiled at the wonder of the sword held in the muscular arm of a
muscular 18 year old blond haired male enter the belly button of a 17 year
old. The sword was a Talon Sword, for the names of the weapons are more
important than our own names. It entered the victim's belly straight
on. And slid in. I could tell the glee in the face of the blond. I also
took some pleasure, vile as it is, in the look of pain and anguish on the
face of the other. His mouth opened wide, then his teeth grit, his lips
still parted. His body, almost fully bare, stood erect, trying to take it
like a good warrior. A good gladiator. It was a g ood body. Muscled but not
more so than the semi-long haired blond stabbing him toward his eventual
death. He had long brown hair tied back in a knot, which now came loose in
his shaking head, spasming body. Yet Tarn could see he wanted to remain as
still as he could. He didn't drop his Split Tipped Sword, proving what a
real man he was. Fool. Perhaps he would try, if he could, and it didn't
look like he would be able to, to stab the enemy as he drew near. The dying
boy had bright brown eyes, a handsome face, not surprising as almost
everyone here, save a few ugly pirates or so had handsome faces. This one
was more child-like than others of us. That didn't always make it a bad
thing: for some of the best warriors, like this Java he met fleeing Nolo's
failed arena plan. This kid's yelp as he was stuck was alluring. He also
tried not to groan at all but failed in that. His "ulllllll" was deeply
heard. And felt--not by just him but by everyone who heard it. Tarn
wondered if he felt anything at all any longer.

As the blood slowly seeped from his belly button, what could escape through
the embedded sword body, toward the dying's thong, Tarn enjoyed it as he
could feel fluid seeping in his own tight brown thong. He reached down to
feel and spread it but didn't dare look away from the embrace going on in
the arena.

"ULLLLLLLLLL!"

"Like I say, Demnos, I want no trouble with you...I just don't want
trouble with you, either."

A yellow haired slight boy was in the background, just in front of the ring
of warriors. He was looking at Tarn and Demnos. A smaller boy, dark haired,
Yunt, was with him but he backed away while Java moved closer to Tarn and
the demon boy.

Java came over to them, "I've been watching this long enough. Do you want
me to take him out?"

Tarn turned to the smaller boy, who was rough and tough even though he
didn't look it, "No."

Demnos put his arm on Java's bony shoulder but Java flung it off, touching
the cold flesh and making a face. "We can be....friends."

"Ugh, what they say about you is true."  Java backed away, his sword out
now.

A littler boy came to them, he had been hiding behind one of the biggest
muscle blonds. It was Yule, "Yes, Java, it is."




"Ahh, that's your name," Demnos smiled, "I knew you had done some viciously
great things."

"Not in your name," Java spat.

"If you say so," Demnos laughed. "This rabble, you think you will do what
you need to with them?"

"Look, Java, leave this one to me. And you, Demnos, just leave."

"HULLLLLL!  "

>From that "ulllll" Tarn could tell the stuck kid was trying to harden his
stomach muscles against the Talon--- a fool Tarn thought. He's not do. The
blond headed one grunted, too, a grunt of valor and pride in his kill. Tarn
heard him say something loud and clear, "Die. Go ahead and harden your
stomach--it won't do any good against my sharp and ripping sword! I'm the
better!" The blond was once a guard but was now wanting to fight as a
gladiator. His name was Scott Michealson or something like that. He was
well known in his native Australia for being in some soap opera called
NEIGHBORS or some such. He was also in the second season of that NEW
FLIPPER show and I think I once saw a nude pic of him lying belly down on a
beach. His Talon was something like 9 meters in length with a mass of 1
kilogram. His arm flexed as he put it in.

The dying boy swallowed and moved back, some of the Talon ripping out, an
almost sliding motion. But Scott followed him and stuck deeper, his
bloodlust not fulfilled. He drove the sword at the boy's stomach and the
entire boy toward one wall of the arena, a large white brick affair which
showed much gore when contents of someone's innards splat against the
whiteness. The stuck boy was Kristian Schmidtt, a dark Australian. Oddly
enough, he has been on NEIGHBORS, too, but not at the same time as Scott
had. Scott left a long time before Kris came on. Kris, also guest starred
on NEW FLIPPER's f irst season once...as a crook. He also played one of the
1990's version of THE TOMORROW PEOPLE.

Tarn started to talk out loud, "I remember once. When I was home. I was
maybe 13 or was it 12 or 15? I don't care. Anyway, I sat down with a nice
box of popcorn I just made...in a big bowl from a microwave, back when, you
know, those microwaves were new...I guess it was late 1989 or 1990 or some
shit...I think I was just buckling down to watch a marathon of the three
STAR WARS movies. I loved those, you know."

No one seemed to be listening. Demnos found it amusing. Java and Yule were
listening.

One of Kris's hands went to the sword to hold it as it drove in him. His
back moved off the wall, a spasm or a conscious effort to resist by the
boy, I do not know.

He drew in more air. Tarn could see his blood drip mixed with his thong
point, for a point at his penis was formed. He was aroused by the sharpness
of pain delving into him. threw his head up. To be free at last. To not
have to choose sides. He felt that point mixing with his intestine
beginning, driving through the skin at the back of his belly button. He
enjoyed it but as he became wet through his thong, Kris drew a knife, cut
the thong off, and put his knife back in his hip holster. He mightily
grabbed the wet cock and heaved upward as if to pull it off with his bare
hand. Blood from the belly button seeped down toward the crotch, missing
the cock entirely. Pre cum dripped simultaneously with the blood.

"Ahhhhhhh," Kris gasped, "Yeahhhhhh. Uggggg. Kill me now, man, now!"

"No," Scott spat as if he hated Kris but he didn't, just loved the kill so
much, "You'll last a lot longer."


"Puhhh, puh--uhhhhgghh, please."

"No, feel it! Feel this!" Scott tugged the sword out and then back in and
harder this time. I could see the tiny point of the thing starting to come
out the back of the boy as they seemed to switch places, Scott mastering
the boy to do so. Tarn thought he did this for his benefit, to prove
something to him--that he was a tough enough warrior. Maybe he thought he'd
be my second in command later, since he fought so...savagely and without
mercy. Tarn shrugged. He couldn't care if Scott would die along with
Kris. As long as he could watch. Tarn was not cognizant of grabbing himself
and reaching through the upper band of his thong, jerking till he came a
large load all over my own chiseled abs. Not until the drip started him
feeling like he was getting hard again.

Tarn looked down for a moment, then back up. He smiled as he saw the Talon
point edge out of Kris's lower back a bit more, some yellow-green-red stuff
on it, wiry things, once a part of Kris's bodily system.

Demnos put his claws around Yule's belly from behind as he got around him
and hugged him, claws tightening. Yule sweated, "Oh, hello again, little
Yule, or is your name Yunt?"


Java's dick jumped as he saw Demnos hugging Yule. Then he steeled
himself. He grabbed Demnos's claws from the front and flung him off, "Get
offa him, you foul mouthed..."  As Demnos let go, Yule raced behind Java
and held onto his back and grabbed his hips for protection.

"Thank you, I am."  Demnos stated.

"Demnos leave!"  Tarn said, "Seems to me that you're just nickel and
dime-in g it trying to hang with us. Don't you have some plans of your
own?"

"Raising your financial status is one of my many...."  Demnos looked away
from Tarn for a moment and looked at Java, "Many...."  Then he looked at
Yule who hid his face in Java's back leg muscles, "Many, many...."  Demnos
looked at Tarn, "Many plans."

Tarn nodded and looked at Java and Yunt, "Well include us out of those
plans. I have no intention on bringing you, your living brother and any of
those other troublemakers into my plans. And count me out on fighting
Trio. No thanks."

Then Scott flung the boy around again and back to the wall. The point hit
brick and made a fun sound. Scott jerked the boy, drove the sword in more
and then out fully. Kris spasmed but from his joy juice shooting or from
the intense pain of having an open tunnel where his belly button should
have been, Tarn coul d not tell. Anyway, the tunnel wasn't there
long. Scott drove the sword back in and this time jerked it downward but
inside the belly, carving intestine. Cracks of blood formed along the outer
skin as the sword did its damage from within. Scott at the same time,
continued to jerk the boy who spasmed through it all, holding back the
contents of his balls.

"Fraid are you?"




Demnos touched a nerve on Tarn but Tarn tried not to let it show. "I have a
four way proposition for you."  He snapped two claws and four bodies
appeared. Four boys Tarn knew from his time with
Nolo. Aaron. Percival. Evan. Christo. They had blank stares.

"Very well bodied boys, all, especially that Jew Aaron. He's quite hot and
a hot blooded fighter. But even he was slain before Nolo's guard."

"You don't seem to see it in their eyes."

"I see nothing, there, Demnos. Be gone again or I'll..."

Then Scott found the boy's own sword up and digging into his lower bare
white boy belly, the freckles now splintered with red...blood. Kris's balls
cracked and his load shot up at his own upper belly, caking at his top abs
and lower chest, similarly covering Scott's now open belly and upper
chest. What a flood of white! Kris's double tip went the other way, down
into Scott. All he had strength for. Down and down, twisting its own inside
Scott, who screamed a loud one. M ore of surprise than shock. At first. Cum
dripped along Scott whose own cock sprung out of his thong, white headed
and ready to release.

"Arggghhhawakkkguhhh. Ulllllghhhguggghlllll." On watchers could hardly tell
who was gasping what as their dying moans drowned each other out. Scott
tried to pull away and out of Kris's belly but Kris was now moving
forward...into the sword that was in him. The point thudded out his back
some more, dripping. Kris smiled and Tarn acknowledged that. And it brought
him back to a full erection. Kris liked the pain he was feeling and dishing
out.

"You can do nothing to me," Demnos backed away anyhow, sensing a primal
threat in Tarn's voice. Perhaps the killing drove Tarn to this. Demnos knew
that Tarn was more of a giver than a taker when it came to giving out
swords into bellies and knives into navel knots. He also knew Tarn didn't
really fantasize about getting stabbed in his belly...well not as often as
stabbing another in their gut hole. Still, something made him move back.

"I can call your brother Whiz..."

"Wiz," Demnos laughed, "The other troublemaker? It thought...you
didn't. Anyway, just now, my dear brother had departed this world..."

Tarn looked interested now, "Wiz? Dead?"

"Did I say dead?"

"Look why are you here? I have to observe these..."

"Losers. They kill each other. They can't even fight each other and
win. My four...are directed by me. Filled by me. They will win."


Tarn began to let his mind wander. We knew little of an outside world or of
the universe any more. Almost nothing at all. It soon became something of a
fantasy of ours...to get out. Most of the time, you fought and killed the
one you were closest to. A friend. A lover, A sleep mate. You refuse, the
mate, the opponent has first crack at you. If not, he dies too. This was
life in this dimension now.  If your opponent was wounded, you would have
to check to see if he were or if he were faking or dead. The wounded could
be pleasured in some way, jerked to cum fulfillment, or have something
stuck up them from behind....some sexual pleasure that made them jerk to
their own deaths...sometimes jerking onto a sword or spike some more. Tarn
has seen many other arenas since he left Nolo's castle domain. He also
spent some time hiding in caves. But his thoughts turned to amuse him some
more: sometimes he saw those warriors fucking over a spike...and can recall
more than two die that way as the spike fucked their bellies, through one's
belly, out his back and into the fucker as one fucked the other. Get hard
thinking about it. Tarn turned, "What was I saying?"

Yule peeped out, risking exposure to Demnos again, "Something about STAR
WARS, whatever that is."

Tarn nodded to him, CMy older brother. He ruined it all. I mean there I was
minding my own business, settling down to watch the trilogy with my popcorn
and all, he came in, grabbed the remote, turned the tape off, erased part
of it, tipped over my bowl...he sucked....I wish I could kill him."

Demnos got angry, "Will you forget...forget that...."  He calmed himself,
"My guys will beat your guys."

Tarn joked, "Yeah, wanna test that theory? You're no fighter in the flesh,
Demnos."

"Wanna test your and my theory? Or is more fear? I can pit them against..."

"Oh alright, if you'll go away when they are killed...uh, again."  Tarn
laughed, "But I get to pick. If you don't go away, I'll stab your belly
myself."

"Pick? I mean for them to take on everyone here," Demnos said quietly in a
raspy whisper.

Yule closed his eyes and re-hid behind Java's buttox, touching it as much
as he could, "Oh no."

Cum, blood, belly material, cocks drained of their cum and getting hard
again met between the combatants. Which would die first, Tarn asked
himself.  Scott glanced down at his butchered belly. The sword going down
missed his navel. But now the double tip so far down, tore through his
lower back. Kris pushed the handle forward so that the double pointed hand
holder also hit Scott. This hand holder was not as sharp
 at the tip in and out out of Scott but it had tips. The points dug deep
into Scott belly button, turning in and out. Kris laughed and said as much.

"Yourself, Yule and the blond snot Java excepted of course," Demnos smiled
and his razor sharp teeth showed.

Java came forward, leaving Yule to fall forward into the dirt, "I won't sit
behind...."




"I make the orders here," Tarn snapped and put a sword out from his
sheath. The sword stopped at Java's belly button. Tarn's dick dripped wet
cum, let go of hands.

Java looked at the sword planted litely against his navel and smirked, "And
I, despite my nasty attitude, like to take orders."

"Good," Tarn and Demnos said together.

"Let's get this massacre over with," Tarn said.

"Yes, they will all die."  Demnos replied with mock care.

"Watch as I turn your innie into an outtie." He twisted on top of
that. Blood pooled in the belly button. Scott gagged and gasped and ripped
his sword out again. He tried to fall back but Kris kept onto him, putting
a free hand around his back and holding him in place---their chests
touched. For a moment, both let go of their weapons and the two fell in a
groaning, kicking pile of massive muscle. Would they die slower now or
faster? Tarn's own cock was alive again, spurting, as my body sw eated and
stunk of old dry cum and heat.

To Demnos's mockery, Tarn snarled in a semi laugh, "Your four guys will be
meat for our dinner tonight."

Java took Tarn aside, "Tarn, master, I don't...don't you think that..."

"He's no fighting warrior. He's a demon..."

"I know but..."

"Don't worry. The warriors here are looking to get their steel into someone
other than each other at this point..."

"You're the boss."  Java shrugged and one of his shoulders continued the
shrug over the other.

One moved and the other quivered. One quivered and the other moved. Java
jerked as he saw Scott and Kris die slowly on the sand. "If you give us
this kind of a show, why not?"

Tarn began, "Warriors listen up. These are your opponents..."

TO BE CONTINUED...