Date: Mon, 14 Apr 2008 19:10:37 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO  8

50 against 20. This is what it seemed. Twenty young or youngish boys
fighting what seemed to be peers mixed with older teens. All shirtless. The
ten wore brown leather skirts and sandals. The larger group wore thongs,
gis, and g strings as well as brown and black leather skirts, shorts,
and/or stretch shorts with ties. All 50 had long spears with various types
of spear heads. Most heads were pointy but not overly large. Some were. The
group of ten were quickly surrounded but each time they were, they managed
to get out of the circle. A smaller sub gang of three boys, one Latin-ish,
the other two French boys, all with curly locks, dark, came at a sub group
from the 20. This sub group was on the fringes. They jumped at each other
with gusto.

One boy from the sub group of 20 was a freckle faced blondish brown haired
beauty and he moved forward and hit his spear against the Latin-ish
boy. His partners were a Filipino/Spanish kid and a kid who was Italian but
had blue eyes, lite colored and short brown hair. He had a 12 inch span
across hip to hip and was tall for his 12 years of age. They moved behind
him and launched at the two French kids. Spears met spears, sideways,
slashing but hitting each other, sliding at each other. The freckle face
got the Latin kid down and he hammered his spear right down into the kid's
belly button even though the kid laid sideways. The Latin tried to move
away from it but the freckle faced kid kept it stickin in him. The Italian
looker joined him and jabbed his spear down hard on the kid's lower belly
and pulled out to hit his leg and slid it up his leg to his lower groin,
just below penis and plunged in hard. "We're the best! I'm the best!"  He
laughed but a spear hit him across his belly and then he found the French
boy's spear was behind him...or part of it was. Looking behind him the
Italian lady killer saw the point there. The front of the shaft was in
front of him and the body of it was in his belly button and made a new thru
way in his guts. He looked shocked but the French kid stickin him didn't
wait to enjoy this. He rushed forward and made the Italian kid fall
backward, his spear lost in the belly of the guy he was stickin. The
Filipino kid grabbed his spear up in his other hand and jabbed it in the
kid stickin the Italian kid. With his own spear he flung his arm toward the
third--the second French kid. It went in and he felt it go in and he
laughed.

The freckle faced kid jumped out, pulling his spear out and renewed his
battle with an all American jock kid, who wore, appropriately, only a white
jock strap. The jock kid was tall, abbed, and had short, very short brown
hair and blue eyes. He jerked his back back and tried to stick his spear
forward into the freckled kid, using his tallness to protect himself. He
missed but the freckled kid lunged backward, using his shoulders back and
his shoulder blades in, he feigned a fall. The jock moved in, his stomach
flexing, his arms moving that spear toward the freckled kid's belly. He
wasn't aware or ready for the freckled kid to jerk his arms back while
keeping his back backward. The freckled kid puffed out his chest and armed
his spear right into the jock's heavy duty abs, severing the belly button
ridge and then the wall inside in one sweep. The jock folded hard and
dropped his spear at an angle. The Freckled kid moved it in more and lunged
his whole body at the jock. The jock felt the spear slide in and cut him
up.




To their left the Filipino kid was downing an Irish kid who got too cocky
and too close to him. The Irish kid was holding his belly and slinking to
his legs, as the legs folded up on him, he couldn't even fall to his
knees. The Filipino was relentless and chopped his spear point out and then
back in and then out again. The Irish groaned and fell. A spear met the
Filipino's spear and he tried to meet it but was tired. His spear fell and
soon a taller kid, redhead, had his spear in him and then out of him. That
quick. The Filipino looked at his own belly and saw no navel there where
there should have been one. He fell onto his back and rested his hand on
the bare stomach that once was. The kid over him, the redhead, stuck again
but then moved onto more lively material.

The freckled kid was getting proud of himself as he took out about three
more, one right after the other. Two French boys, flanked by two more, two
more than before, came at him. He turned to see if the Filipino and Italian
were with him but they were dead or dying slowly or whatever. When he
turned back, he drew his spear at the four but they leveled all four spears
at him at once. They struck his navel together as one and he looked at
them. Over the din of yelling and victory cries and orgasm sounds, he
yelled, "Cowards!"  He looked down from their serious faces to his belly
and groin, seeing four points as one, four shafts as one in him. He endured
the pain of that. It felt like a brick in his gut. A point of severe
burning in his navel and deeper. He jumped back and as he did, the foursome
unstuck him, at least two of them not realizing the kid was going to jump
off their spear points. As the freckled one fell, he was reminded of "pride
goeth before a fall."  He fell all right and tried to fall onto his belly
so that they wouldn't hit him again in that spot. Who was he kidding, he
thought---he thought he could still survive this belly ripping. Just as he
thought a few moments ago, that he could get out of this battle alive and
intact just because he took so many with him. It's all fake in battle, what
one thinks, he thought as he felt a spear hit him in the backside. One hit
him in the side of his back. He turned, semi consciously, semi
involuntary. He quivered on his side as the one he killed before. A spear
hit him in the belly that stuck out just above the navel as he moved. It
tore. Then the freckled one turned fully, tearing his own belly from the
spear. More spears hit him in the gut and he fell back, quivering, jerking
and rolling! The burning grew to where he couldn't take it any more and his
penis slit split with the same burning and he spewed his white love slick
over himself and their spears. White ness covered freckles. His killers
just removed their shafts and stepped over him or onward or both. He was
left stewing in his own life juices as they forgot him and went about to
kill others of his group. And they did.

Two brown haired boys, looking a lot alike but one taller by an inch or so,
faced off. Two spears met. The shorter boy turned his spear horizontally
across his own body but out in front. The other boy found his spear lifted
over him by the horizontal move but he countered. He moved his spear along
the other boy's spear and then used his taller height to slide it downward,
point first over the other boy's spear. The point found a home in the belly
of the boy who dropped back. He found himself dropping back but then pushed
by the spear in his gut. The other boy was unrelenting and drove the kid to
his back and kept the spear digging.

"Shit!"

"Fuck!"

"Damn!"

The trio fell from the sky into the deadly battle of boys. Sole snapped,
"It must have been that wormhole!"

Aoi gasped, getting off his knees, "The only worm hole I wanted to get into
this morning was..."

"Pare! I told you not to get too close to it. It sucked us right in!"




"The only thing I wanted to suck this morning was..."

"Aoi! Save it alright! Look around you!"

Pare felt his outtie belly button was on a spear point. Yet under him was
flesh. The flesh of a guy the spear was being pulled out of. Pare dished up
his sword into the guy that was stabbing down and struck this kid in his
navel and pulled out, "No use blaming me!"

Aoi was up and saw three guys coming at him. He struck one in the guts with
his sword point, not even fully off his own knees yet, "All..."

"Ahhhh," the other kid said and fell back.

"I want to..."  Aoi stabbed his sword into the belly of the next kid and
two more came up behind him.

"Ouch! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!"

"Do...."  Aoi let the two pass him by and he used his sword, coming out of
the other guy, to whip by the kid on his left and that kid fell and then he
back stabbed to get the kid nearest him in the lower belly---stabbing him
by waving his sword behind him.

"Oh geeze! My guts! My fucking dick!"  The accents sounded French.

"Is...."  Aoi pushed his hand with his knife out to the third kid and
slashed the kid's hip and both the two wounded ones fell in front of
Aoi. Aoi used sword and knife....while the third one, belly stuck, stood
behind him in awe and shock....to stab both fallen boys in the back.

"Shhhhhhhiiiiiiiiuhhhhhhhhgggagahhh!"

"Wake up!"  Aoi withdrew knife and sword and then stood and watched as both
boys on the ground, in their pain and agony, turned over to face him but
fell on their backs. Aoi took time away from the battle, knowing he
shouldn't....to watch in awe himself. "And have a normal morning!"  The kid
behind him fell at him but Aoi just moved away and the kid fell between his
two friends. Jerking on his stomach. "Damn, I ain't as sick of this shit as
I thought!"  He promptly restuck both guys, switching his knife and sword
into the opposite hands and giving each kid a new hole but he was sure the
holes met the holes he put in their bare backs. Squirming. Severe.

Pare stood and waved his sword under three more guys' legs and felled
them. He bent over and one, two, three stabbed them in their bellies
without hesitating or waiting. He withdrew his sword and stabbed another
unrushing taller kid, older kid with his knife in the belly. The kid fell
back.

"Look what he done to me! Look what he done to me!"




Pare sighed and stabbed him again and let him jerk to his knees. A spear
against his back made him fall but he turned to his back and stabbed his
sword up at a kid trying to spear him and jumped up, successfully driving
the sword into the kid's belly. A bigger guy, older, Pare thought maybe 19
or so, sandy brownish blond hair, broad shoulders, veins and arteries
standing out on his very muscled body, a more muscled body Pare had never
seen. Pare was stunned but he didn't let it stop him. He used the hilt of
his sword----others bodies falling all around him--bodies he stuck
good-----to jaw butt this new muscle dude. The guy's head snapped
back. Pare then used the back of his knife to hit the guy's chest and made
the guy fall onto his stomach and the guy dropped his spear. "Don't really
wanna kill this one, he's hot as hell! Fuck!"  Pare turned to stab two guys
to either side of him that ran at him. He just held his weapons out and the
dudes ran onto them. He withdrew. "Don't reach for it, man!"  The muscle
guy thought he was too embarrassed to allow this little runt to hit him
down like this. He could hear his friends laughing at him now. Truth is,
they weren't. It was too loud to hear them if they were---screams and yells
and all that. He reached for his spear and got it but another hit from Pare
to the guy's lowest back, made him fall onto his belly again. "Don't make
me kill you, you hunk!"  The guy turned over and had his spear in hand
again and waved it at Pare, perhaps to jab it through the air at his
outtie. The guy was on one knee and one leg was bent upward, the knee
up. He was in motion but he jerked to a stop as Pare's sword found its
mark---the guy's nice outtie/innie, heavily ridged. The guy stopped for a
moment, his shoulder's shrugged. He dropped his spear. Pare held it there
for a moment, sad but feeling it in his shorts. Rising. He removed it and
the guy tried to stay that way but for a second he did. He fell back, his
legs folding in a tumble and tangle under him. Pare watched. The guy fell
back but tried to get up. He succeeded, partly. For a few moments, Pare was
amazed at the effort but more amazed at the carpet that lay before him
horizontally. The carpet of hairless flesh, nice mounds, eight of them,
abs, a hard pack. In its middle was a nice, perfect round, ridged encircled
outtie/innie of fleshy navel. With a beauty mark in it to one side on a
tentacle. Pare was in there. And not metaphysically speaking. He took his
sword as the guy struggled to get up, eyes closed and then opened. Both
victim and victor. Pare struck in the same hole and made it deeper. The guy
withstood it. "Damn that is hard! You got a great gut!"  He would have
thought he hit solid rock. It took great effort to drive it in deeper and
it felt like he was going into cement. The guy grunted without opening his
mouth.

"NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHUH!"

Sole found two older teens holding his arms and one older one about to
spear his navel. Quickly he grabbed the spears, his left hand grabbing the
spear of the guy to his right and the right hand grabbing the spear of the
guy to his left. He then brought each spear to each guy opposite it. The
spears dragged into their upper chest, where the rib cage just ended at the
breastbone. Soft flesh. Sole dragged the spears down the fleshy meat to the
belly--upper bellies ripped. "You guys are cut!..."  Tears sounded out as
he moved them down more and more. "...Ripped!..."  Jerking the spears so
that their shafts across his own gut saved him from the spear coming at his
own nice navel. These two shafts blocked that one. "...and shredded!"  Sole
let them go and grabbed the spear at his navel and quickly turned it point
at the guy who was holding it, jerking him off it. It found its home into
its master's navel and Sole let it go. He saw another kid grab it and ram
it into this kid. There were two sides in this battle obviously.

Pare saw that the muscle man's back was still off the ground as he was bent
over his own leg, one still out in front as if he were still trying to get
up off the ground and almost succeeding. His abs were stiffening and
unstiffening. Pare gasped, "Sole, Aoi, will you look at this guy!?!"

"Pare, will you stop fooling around with that guy! Slay him and let's get
on with this!"




"Oh! I wanted to..."  Pare saw his sword stuck in the huffing, grunting guy
and jabbed inward more and more, "So hard!"  Pare drove it down up to the
hilt and felt the guy's rock hard eight pack with his fist around that
hilt, "Oh alright!"  He cut in and then forcefully removed it and stood
back. He watched the guy struggle some more before falling back and
quivering to his end, cumming out of his loin cloth. "Fuck! That was
woohoo!"

Sudran, a boy in the 20, came to Sole, "Thank you! There were 20 of us but
now there are only about 12. But now that you're here..."

"Outnumbered?"  Sole said, "We hate unfair fights! We will help you!"

Pare backstabbed a guy coming up behind him. He was still enthralled with
the muscle dead guy but broke out of his revere to block a spear aside with
his sword and then saw the unprotected gut of a very skinny ribby kid. He
took his point to it and cut in the outstanding belly button. It felt like
butter compared to the muscle dude he just killed. "Gotcha, bones!"  He let
the skinny dude fall and swiped out to another kid. A kid jumped on his
back, another. He had the intention of stabbing a knife down into Pare's
muscled shoulder or neck or between neck and shoulder, he wasn't sure. Pare
bent forward and rolled, dropping the kid to the ground. Pare found the
fallen spear of the muscle dude and dropped it into the kid who was on his
back previously. "AOOOOOOOOALLLLL!"  The kid yelped.

Aoi was grabbed by a kid. Both hands grabbed his arms and rolled him down
and flipped him over. Aoi came up and jabbed the kid who was over him. The
kid fell. Another came at him from behind but Aoi sidestepped him. And
kicked him. The kid fell and tried to sword fight...for this kid was one of
the few who had a sword...from the ground. Aoi frowned and sighed, swirling
up his mouth at one side as if to mock this kid or say, "Yeah right, you
might have a chance from that position."  He drove his sword at the kid's
sword which felled right away. Then he struck on an angle into the kid's
outtie and long stalk of a navel. And mushed it down into the kid's belly
and upward into his upper abs but beneath, all the time pushing it all
downward and upward at the same time! "AWFFFFFFFFF!"  The kid gasped. His
arms flailed outward as if he were trying to fly on the ground. Aoi
shrugged and pulled the blade out, allowing the kid to kick and jerk and
even roll a bit to his death. Aoi watched a bit but stepped away. He rolled
himself, getting under a guy who raised his spear and gutting him before
the guy even could lower it. The guy next to him was lowering his spear at
Aoi but Aoi rolled into a jump and cut up, his sword now skewering the guy
from lower belly up past navel, slitting it up to a ripped tear, and up to
the thicker upper abs. The kid yelled all the time. Next to Aoi, who rose
up to his full height--not very tall at 5'5, was Pare, at his own 5'6 and
ripping from a kid's lower belly to his chest. Spears fell.

Sole skidded his spear along a kid's spear who let it fall as he watched
the battle. Sole skidded it up to the kid's chest and let it ride in and
out the back between shoulder blades. He pulled out and swung across a
group of five guys, the point catching each of them between and along their
hips, making them all back off. Sole saw one and ran at him. This one
turned to face him but Sole hit his spear away quickly. The guy put his
hands up as if to surrender. Sole nodded no and drove his spear into the
kid's slim curvy gut. The guy folded and Sole let it slip in more and
more. He drove it out the back and kicked it out fully. He retrieved it
from the ground behind this kid and used his knife to stab another who was
bending his spear at him, unprotected gut, now gutted.

Sole ran to Pare and Aoi who gathered up Sudran, Motran, Farn, Almec, Yut,
Stemmer, Hamm, Bully, Genwick, Bett, Cam, and Down. Sole said, "Don't let
them surround us!"


"How many you figure are left?"  Sudran asked them, "Thanks to you?"

"About 20 now!"  Sole said.

These twenty came at them but when they found that their number came back
to about 14 once they backed off, they began to run off. Down went down to
a spear and Sole, taking to the guts of four others, couldn't do anything
to help him so had to watch as five guys twisted and churned Down's stomach
and saw, as they retracted their spears, the yellowish intestines retract
up the shaft with the spear.

Bully got too cocky as this second attack of the dwindled 50, now 20,
came. He thought, inspired by the Trio, that he could handle anything. He
tensed his belly and dove into the middle of the crowd of seven of the
enemy. They all held their spears into a circle. All meeting in Bully's
fine flesh. Some from behind, some from the sides, some from his butt, and
some from his abs and all meeting in his insides. He managed to tear at the
chests of three of them and killed them even before he was dead but dying,
they sank and lowered their spears with them, the points in Bully and
ripping down from belly to lower gut to dick area. The burning he felt all
through him killed Bully not long after and he sank, "I died a hero."

"Hero who didn't have to die," Aoi said as he drove off more of the
dwindled 20.

Cam was speared right through his stomach and out his back. Bett fought
three guys and speared all three but finally went down amid four guys who
spoked his belly out with their spears separating his abs from each
other. Screams all around.

The 20 who were then 12 were now 10. 9. 8. 7. Two spear guys dropped spears
and attacked, foolishly. Yet they managed, with knives from their boots, to
stick two knives into two of the others guys.  Bett felt two blades go into
his gut, to either side of his navel. He grabbed at them and used his spear
to go up and down, point down into the neck of the one who stabbed
him. Hamm felt his belly button turn to ham meat as the other guy stabbed
him with two knives from either side of his belly button but with the
points arched into it, so that the points entered one side of his navel and
out the other, meeting each other and slipping at each other, trying to get
over each other in finding his flesh to puncture. "What the helleccccccc!"
He made this guy fall and was aware Pare was over them with his found
spear, ready to stab down soon as Hamm got out of the way. "Do it! I'm dead
anyway!"  He felt his belly burn with jabbed flesh and churned navel. "DO
it! Get em good!"  Pare stabbed both of them, right through Hamm's back
into the guy under him. Hamm jerked his hips at the guy under him, cumming
against bare lower belly. Stuck to him by spear! The guy under arched and
tried to fold forward but couldn't because Hamm was on top of him!

"Get offa me! Get offffffooofffffowwfffffffahhhhh!"

Pare swished the spear around and left it stuck in the two, "Love that
doncha? Feel good? Yeah I can tell it do!"

As the others ran off, Sole ran after the last one and drop kicked him. He
grabbed the guy by the neck. "Do...don't kill me!"



"Mind telling me what this is all about?"  Sole asked.

"My name is Botar! Don't kill me!"

By that time, Sudran, Motran, Farn, Almec, and Genwick joined him. Sole
said, "I won't kill you but tell me what is going on!"

Botar looked past Sole to see Pare and Aoi behind him but as they parted,
he saw Sudran and Motran, "I...I can't! It's my life! I cannot!"

"Look you don't have to fear me."

"You and your three friends just helped turn the tide of the battle to kill
my comrades!"

"It was, what? 50 against 20?"  Sole turned to ask Pare and Aoi. As he did,
the boy, Botar, about Sole's age, slid back, pulled himself off the ground,
and picked himself up quickly and ran.  All in one move. "Huh?"

Botar ran but Yut and Stemmer, two brawny barely teenagers, came from
behind two rocks and blocked him. He put his hands up and bent. Yut was
there and his spear was level with Botar's slim but meaty belly. Sole
started to run at them to stop this but saw Yut stick his hands, holding
the spear, out. The spear effectively stuck into Botar's belly. Botar bent
with the spear. Yut smiled but Stemmer looked serious, nodding "yes."  Yut
took the spear out, making Botar come forward with it. Botar stiffened all
over. The spear went in him again and he stayed stiff this time rather than
bending with it. He raised his shoulders and chest and when the spear was
removed slowly, he stayed that way. He shrugged his shoulders and kept his
head in the same direction. He went back like a board and fell on his back
flat out. Sole came to him and saw him struggling to die. "Help me..."  The
kid said.

Sole got under him, held his arms, "I will."  He jabbed his knife out
quickly and stuck the kid in the belly button. Out and in, in and out and
out again. He withdrew and the kid was jerking to whiteness now. Finally he
was unmoving.

Sole turned to the other boys who were coming up to them, "Mind telling me
what the hell is going on?"

TO BE CONTINUED...