Date: Tue, 22 Jul 2008 11:19:34 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO  81

Two brunettes, a short haired blond with blue eyes, a long haired older
looking boy, and two others were herded into the lower hold of the pirate
ship and chained up in various positions. Roughly, one big pirate put the
blond and the long haired guy face to face and chained them that way,
"Here, see the belly and share the belly of the one you may have to gut
open! The belly against yours might be the one you stick!"

Sole strode down the steps to hear this, "Surely, they are just prisoners
of this...I dunno what you call it, this conflict..."

The pirate laughed, "Conflict?"  When he stopped laughing, he added, "I'm
the official torturerer of the ship and if I hear me ears right, you, blond
belly boy would be in here too, readying to be made tough for your own
battle to the death...but you...you saved us.... with your strong bow arm!"

Sole nodded, "I...I don't know even how I did that...it just seemed to
happen..."

The two brunettes were tied horizontally on a wooden pole that another boy,
a dark slave muscle man, not black but dark skinned as from Malaysia or
some far away place, perhaps Polynesia, turned with a crank. The boys were
tied back to back.

A long haired brown boy, about 20, part of the captured crew of the metal
ship. He was strung to a wooden pole vertically. The Polynesian saw him and
stopped turning. "I should have been part of this party. I would have
stuck that one in his belly button but good!"

The big pirate felt the stomach of the brown haired 20 year old, it being
exposed to the world and he squeezed on both sides of the boy's ample
navel, "Just remember these new arrivals...these six....these of all the
survivors..." It was then that the captured men noticed the others in the
hold...for there were other captives from other raids with them... "are
hands....and knives off! If they die, so do you and yer mates, cabin slut!"

The dark man sat and began cranking again and with his other hand absently
rubbed his hairless brown belly which looked like smooth leather with an
indented navel in the center, surrounded by his wrinkled up skin, wrinkled
only because he was sitting. His hair was long and straight, his eyes a
brownishâ€`green tint, not unpretty.




The pirates that were a part of the party left the hold and three more
slave boys came down with knives. They pushed past Sole, shouldering
him. He looked at them.  One was a blond with brown eyes, seemingly
captured off a Dutch ship awhile ago and he had a long wooden spike that he
was eager to show to his pal, a redhead renegade from Ireland's waters and
the Malaysian. "Hey, Smof, look at this," he said to the redhead, "You too,
Ama." He put the spike under the horizontal pole getup but Ama tried to
stop him.

"No, don not, Sven. If they die, we do t oo."

"Oh, use those two, then," the blond said. Across there were other males in
the same contraption and the blond, Sven, stuck the spike into the ground,
both sides were sharp. "Now, Ama, turn that shit."

"Yeah, see what it does to their bare belly meat," the redhead, Smof,
smiled and nodded in approval.

As the new arrivals watched in horror, Ama smiled and knelt and turned the
device. The 20 year old under it was a handsome man but his stomach was
outstretched, a dark brown head of hair, bare hairless stomach and an innie
belly button which was cut from the side as his side inched into the point
of the spike. The spike point found its way into his side and the belly
button side was the closest thing there...for awhile as it cut into it and
Ama turned with all his might...the force of the spike cutting into the guy
who yelled as he turned upward. The man on the top was now on the
bottom...a young Italian youth taken from the cliffs near Italy, a diver
and swimmer with a body to show for it, young and lanky for his age but
lean. He got the spike away from himself or his belly sucked in and the
spike seemed to miss him but as Ama saw this, he stopped turning, "Think
I'll wait for a bit."

The Italian had good stomach muscles and they withstood being sucked in for
a long time but finally he could not keep it up and his stomach inched
out...his navel...a kind of outtie inside a deep innie with lots of flesh m
eat and layers inside...was struck by the spike as it lowered itself onto
it. The boy groaned and tried to pull his navel upward...and did but fell
again and made himself stab himself onto it more and more, for the ropes
were looser on the pole captives than the others.

The redhead and the blond were laughing up a storm as they watched and
imitated the stabbing with each other or on themselves, holding their
fingers into each other's navels or a less sharp piece of wood and putting
their hands over their stomachs. "Owww, man, hahahaha, that oughta hurt
reall bad..."

"Or real good...look at him!"

"At em both!"

It was true, both boys had deep erections that looked wet beneath the raggy
loin cloths they wore, tied on with strings, some too tight. Ama reached up
and squeezed the one on the bottom which made him jerk and tear himself on
the spike. He yelled. "Let's just take a gander..." He tore off the cloth
and saw it. "Whoa man!"

"Keep it movin Ama," Sven said, licking his lips, "Keep the fuckers
moving!"

"Yeah," Smof urged, rubbing his belly button ridge and fingering the
interior with the other hand.

Sole watched and as he did, he moved backward into the shadows of the steps
up to the deck. He couldn't help it though, he was drawn back down the
steps. He fingered his own lushcious navel. "Why do I like that? Was I one
like these boys are?"  Sole felt sick. E2I don't think so. I think
it's...it's so..."


Ama continued his torture. The spike point tore out the side of the fleshy
navel, leaving trails of skin and as the other kid turned over the spike,
he just let his belly out as far as it would go, his penis trailing,
whipping cum as he came slowly and it flew off with the turn.

"Lookey, he wants IT IN HIM!"

"Yeah! He wants that spike in em!"

The one on the bottom now made his already torn navel meet the spike head
on, "Go on! I can take it!"

"Naw, no you can't!" The one on top yelled through grit teeth.

Ama laughed, "Let him try!"

Next to the redhead and blond was a freckled kid with long red hair, also
from Ireland and he was about 22 and tall for his age but not very. He was
tied as were other boys in the hold vertically. His wrists were tied
together and that rope was attached to a rafter of wood over the top of the
hold and strung down into a metal turnstile which could be turned to make
it tighter and tighter, a sort of makeshift rack. The feet were tied too
and that was on a rope at the bottom which was tied through the wood on the
floor. Turning the metal made this dude stretch but no one was noticing him
now. Not true really. Smof felt this one's belly, hard as a rock and
muscled but not overly so. The guy's ribs on top and the hips in the middle
with his stomach a washboa rd to a certain extent with some smoothness in
between formed a perfect diamond shape with the expanse that went down
toward his penis, the only thing not exposed. All else was as he wore some
kind of very torn string cloth tied around the waist with a string, the
flimsiest of thongs. The redhead Smof patted the tight belly, the button on
this strung up dude stretched to a slit, a natural innie but with the force
he was exerting to keep alive or trying to get free, Smof didn't know
which, he was stretching his ridge and the inner flesh into a partial
outtie. Smof felt inside it with his finger.

This guy yelled, "Leave them alone! Let them live!"

Smof laughed, "A voice?"

Sven took his knife out of his holster, for he was wearing one and little
else.

The one on the bottom of the pole was jerking himself onto the spike on
purpose and jerking his penis flopping it wildly. "Yeahhhhh! Ahhrrgghhhh,
feels....so...fuck......awawwww! Feels so fuckin', so, so fuckin, so
fuckin....gouggghhhhhhooooooggddddddddahhhhhhhhhh! Oh do it sum
moraahhhhhh!"

"AwAWWAWAAWWAWESOMESOMSUMSUMMMMMMCUMMM!"  Sole was enjoying this and his
hands found their way to grip his own thick, veined shaft hard.


The loads of cum that careened out of the penis flew all over and the
blond, Sven, swung at some with his knife, "Opps, missed!" He faked a miss
and drove his point past Smof, nicking just above his hip...

"Hey watch it or I'll..." He looked at the knife as it...

Drove sideways into the belly button slit of the guy on the rack! The
victim jerked but his body could not move any more. Sven took great aim
with his arm and hand, the knife attached to it by his fist and he knew the
guy was hard as wood now since being so stretched out and being unable to
bend or anything. He DROVE it in without hesitation. "Awwwwww! Arghh!"

Against the wall, Sole gulped. He looked down at his own thick erection. He
felt the wetness rubbing his remainders of a loin cloth.

"Uhhhhh," Sven urged as he neared the other man and put his head to the
man's chest.

Sole released a lot of breath himself.  "UHHHHHHHHHH."

"Ahhh, man," Smof said, "Why'd you do that, I wanted to...oh fuck, yeah!"
Smof tore open his ripped pants some more and played with himself as he
watched...

Sven dived into the boy's waist with his full force, both sweating
profusely. It made their slick bodies shine even more. Sven liked the smell
of the hanging male and the force of his verticalness almost drove him
backward to fall...but he didn't. He pile drove the blade in deep up to the
hilt and his fist could feel the skin of the man's perimeter belly
button. The guy made the most outrageous and satisfying sounds ever!
Everyone, even the new six were pre cumming and a few were cumming without
even realizing it. Even the ones who were afraid were hot over th is!

Sole's dick head came up from his thong and it was wetter than wet. The
thick cum was just about to let loose and showed its own head via the thick
slowly parting lips of Sole's mushroom knob. His foreskin, hey did he have
foreskin? No one seemed to remember, least of all him. Anyway it was
uncurled back now. Sticky. Leaking cum. Sole felt good in spite of
himself. He knew this was wrong somehow. Other's pain making him feel this
good. He imagined things in himself. In his own belly button. Did others
ever do this to him in the past? His own past?

The rack guy groaned in pain for an hour as Sven played with his navel bits
and allowed both Ama and Smof to as well. While he died, the other guy, the
one under the pole was forgotten about and the one above him undid their
bonds. Unfortunately, he didn't care but he didn't want this...his untying
himself, meant that the man under him, fell full force onto the spike
beneath him and it drove right through his tanned belly like butter and out
his bare vee back.

Too bad, the upper one thought. He hopped down but held his stomach.

"Ama!" Smof said and pointed.




Ama took his small sword from the floor and from his kneeling position
rolled over to the escapee who grabbed up a large iron and held it way up
to fight. He was tired and hurt though...the sword of Ama, thrust by a
powerful arm for a young 20 year old, found its way to a target that was
there for all to enjoy...the kid's navel, you guessed it. Ama let the guy's
driving force down impale himself on the sword. When the guy's belly found
the hilt, Ama then stood up on one knee and outstretched his arm to give
the man even more moments of pain. His eyes were wide, his mouth shocked
but then he smiled as if he were enjoying this. A load let go in this guy's
loin thong and spilled out over the wide open side of the leggin areas to
the ground. Ama laughed and pulled out. The man hit the floor but not after
just standing there for a while, looking at his butchered belly and then
accusingly at the other free guys...well they were slaves but were free to
move around. At first, he looked mad at them but then as they smiled, he
smiled back at them. They found something in this together, some deep pain
and pleasure, a boyish code, a game of kill or be killed, fun in
something....something animalistic and sensual...as he dropped, Ama took
one last shot of his sword point into the guy's already tortured and
brutalized belly area and ripped some more bits from his intestines and
stomach with a quick swish.

As the body hit the ground, the three loose slaves reveled in the
fun. "Yah!" "Cool!" "Definitely it, man!"

Sole recalled times when someone said this. Was it to him? Was it from him
to others? He couldn't recall. He remembered something about dying. He
thought he died once, twice, three times. More?  Pointy knive s in his gut
hole. His unprotected, hard belly button, solid, innie and outtie at the
same time. He thought about how that sting felt. Who would want to kill
him? He never hurt anybody. Sole gulped and he stayed there wanting to take
in more of this...

Another captive 20 year old, dark like Ama was spread out like the rack kid
but this one was horizontally spread out, with ropes like a hammock
suspending him like a human hammock. Ama smiled as Smof stepped over the
captives's belly which was facing the ceiling, "I still have this one!"

Smof could see the outtie belly button which looked like a cushion knob on
a couch. The area of the stomach went in so in a way it was a bit innie but
the button looked just like that...stuck in there and up a little but not
much. It seemed a bit too far up but when the kid was rocked or when he
moved a certain way, the navel was a perfect outtie and his stomach was
finely toned to go in. "I can ride him like a horse!"

Finishing swishing his knife in the rack dude, Sven looked up at him, "Hey
there is no saddle or handle to hold on to."

"Dead right!"

Ama tutâ€`tutted, "What will we do about that? I wonder?"




"I know," Smof took out a knife with a thick brown handle. It seemed made
of wood from point to handle, "I can do THIS!" On the word THIS, he banged
the knife right into the knob of the victim's belly button, point first. To
his
 surprise and growing pants pleasure, the belly button was hard and
resisted the knife, at first thrust, it slid to the side of the knife, the
point slipping off so that the knife drove into the skin next to the
navel.. .. "Why you...how dare you," Smof feigned anger and took the knife
out, this guy was able to jerk since he was tied as tight as the rack dude,
who was dead by now. As he was stuck, Smof rode him, ripped off his own
pants and put his penis onto the guy's lower belly under his button. Smof
put his legs over the guy's lower hips, flesh on flesh felt GOOD, he
wondered. His penis found the great white wide area of skin below button
and above penis. He withdrew the knife and struck again and hit the other
side but not hard. The victim rocked and when he did, Smof rocked with him,
like riding a horse.

"Arrrrrrgggggg, no! Get off!"

"I is gettin off," Smof said, "Oh damn, I missed again!" He now hit the
point into the button but found it hard again. The hardness made him harder
and harder. He used the point to...and while he did this, he inched upward
so that his penis felt the hardness of the belly button from
underneath....he used the point to explore the button's hardness and it was
bland on the outside, no real features or lines like the others down
here...he seemed to want to cut it off from underneath, "I'll be damned
hard near hard...this here kid's got a real button here..." He jerked the
knife into the button from an under angle and tore the skin between belly
and button, a bit that was under there the whole time. Then he dug inward
from that spot, withdrew, which drove the kid wild as he yelped with
pleasure and pain.

"No...no....noo MORE! MORE! MORE!"

"Yeah, you feeling what no one ever felt before!"

"Oh just kill him and do it."

"Shut up Mister One Hour...." Smof looked up and laughed at Sven.

Ama was gripping his own penis, and cumming against the skinny brown haired
beauty he spotted tied to the pole as he watched both this guy's belly and
the torn up belly of Smof's victim.

"Die for it, man! Die happy!" Smof stuck the knife in and moved it all
around, now, cutting from the top of the loose button and diggin down real
hard, melding outtie to the inner cuts he already made, "Feel that shit but
good! Aw hey and yeah, you like it too!"

"Damnnnnnnn straighttttttaaaaaaaaaaa," and with a huff the human horse
died, hung limply, his backside hanging down with the weight of Smof above;
Smof's whiteness making his tanned belly a lake of fluidic jell. Smof
withdrew his knife boldly and it found the highest air above his head.

"Fuck!" Sven took his knife and from underneath drove it up into the belly
of a smaller stout and more solidly built muscle captive, he about 21, who
was hanging from the ceiling by both his ankles and wrists. The muscleguy
wriggled and grit his teeth and shut his eyes.



"No! I didn't wanna, I didn't wanna, I didn't wanna..." was all he could
gasp out. He rocked a bit but Sven meshed his knife in the other's downed
belly. Ama joined in, giving Sven a nice look. Their eyes passed a glance
of fun and Ama even kissed Sven as he dug his bayonet into the 21 year
old's upper abs and cut a line down to the left over belly button area. The
pair of them made their weapons meet in the kid's meat...his belly meat.

"Stop!" Cried the blond captive, "Stop this and help us! Free us!"

The other five captives could have killed this blond. For now the three
free slaves focused their attention, wet penises and all, on them....

The big pirate and a few others, some smaller than he, returned and saw the
messes. The big one, Binfo yelled, "Get these bodies out of here."

"Wait," a smaller one, Jams, yelled, "Let me have a little fun wid em
first."

Binfo nodded and saw to a few other pirates, nodded, and they returned with
buckets of salt water and tossed it over the sweaty slave boys, Ami, Smof,
and Sven, all 20 washing the cum and sweat off, the water dripping into
every nook and cranny, pooling up in their belly buttons. Sven yelled,
"Aye, it's salt water! Whad's the big idea?" They were shivering with
goosebumps over their hairless skin.

Binfo nodded to a smaller pirate, "You don't like it, do ya, Sven!?"

"Fuck no and fuck you!" The blond wi th the handkerchief tied around his
head yelled.

A leaner, smaller pirate, shirtless and somewhat muscular, just out of his
youth himself, 20 perhaps, lean and solidly built, came over to Sven and
grabbed him from behind, the kids only able to watch. The 20 year old, Lin,
had brown hair but with dyed blond in front and was a dark Filipino with
little body hair. His pants hug loosely low on his chocolate boned
hips. "Let go o me! Let go!" Sven tried to free himself but Lin forced him
to the hay pile on the floor and ripped his pants off with one hand while
holding Sven down with the other. "Not again!" Sven yelled, "Not again!"

The six captives watched in terror but felt some happiness since Sven was
so brutal on those he killed for sexual gratification. Now this dark man
was on top his white back and plunging his penis into Sven's bare buttox!
Sven grunted, "Unnnn! Uhnnn!" This followed each thrust of Lin and they
were all major thrusts. Sven's face met the hay on the floor and he shut
his eyes. Lin grabbed the long blond hair and held it back so that Sven's
head and indeed, his whole upper body was raised up somewhat. In the space
between Sven's belly button and the floor, Lin placed a home made wooden
handle to the floor and the handle had a sharp metal point inside it. "What
the fuuuuuuggghhhhh! KKKKKKKK! Kaaahuh!"




Lin fucked Sven again and again, plunging the belly button into the knife,
over and over. Sven didn't know what20to do, try to take the knife out or
bear it where it was. It came out a bit and slipped between the floor and
his navel, which was cut deeply into him, meshed into his interiors. His
penis slapped the floor and then sideways smacked his own leg as Lin lifted
him again and then plunged down again and again. "Ugnh! Uhnn!" Down on the
knife. Lin up, "Owww!" A push back down into the buttox and the knife,
"Ugnh!" Lin's muscular stomach could be seen leaving Sven's milky white
back, thick with sweat which seemed to string and pool onto Lin, dripping
off when Lin rose up and his stomach tensed and then retreated back down
onto Sven! The pirates watching were dropping their draws and jerking
themselves off wildly. "Uhn!" This sound was heard over and over.

"OH NO! Can't control it!"  Sole said to no one in particular but everyone
heard it and their amazing feeling in their dicks and balls was amplified
ten fold.

The knife dipped so that it slanted into the navel on an angle and cut
horizontally into Sven! It went through his bowels into his lower boy
belly, all from the button downward and in, horizontally! Sven could feel
it become like a second spinal cord, forward and in, rending all that was
between his own belly button and his penis area! He could feel it snake
into him, almost at his penis area behind his outer crotch. A new part of
his body, vying for space in his body's interior. Sven thought quickly,
"This feel good!" H is white boy belly stretched out but the point seemed
to dip again in another angle and come out his bare boy belly just above
his penis area. Lin's last thrust pinned it into the floor.

Sven couldn't move as his guts spilled out onto the floor. Ami looked as if
he were crying. Smof was smiling. With a last effort, Sven reached under
him while Lin thought to relieve himself all over Sven's bare back. What he
didn't spill into the boy's fleshy buttox interior, he began to spill over
the back and three splotches of Filipino cum spread over the boy's cute
lats in clumps. Lin felt tired and collapsed ontop the back, unaware that
Sven...

Shivering with lust and throbbing pain, Sole let loose and splashed all
over the wall opposite the bottom of the steps,
"OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOHOHOHHHHHHH!YAHOOOO!"

Sven had reached under his own mess, pulled up with great force,
"Gaaaawwwwaaaaagaaaaaaaahhhhhh!" He turned the point upward and moved his
back up, holding the heavier Lin up a bit with great strength. His muscled
body tensed, tightened with exertion beyond belief and he let himself go
onto the blade, it finding its way back into his belly button and upward
this time all the way and out his bare back to stick Lin. "Die too fucker!"
Lin smiled, not realizing his predicament even though the point was already
finding the first strands of his knobby belly button. "You
fuckaaahhhhhhhhh..." Sven died pressing the blade up into himself and his
elbows propped under him so
 that the knife was in as far it could go as he died.

Sole, embarrassed with himself, let loose another load,
"YSSSSSYEAHUESYESSSS! DIE FUCK!"



The knife found its way deeply into the fleshy knob of Lin, who was still
smiling even when the blade was deep inside him. He didn't realize it
yet. The boys, all the slaves and the captives all laughed along with the
pirates, all not feeling any sorrow for Lin. Lin tried to get himself up
but found that it was not only cum strings that tied him to Sven....the
knife was between them, attaching them to each other. He strung himself
upward, the arms locked at the elbows and he pushed with his hands on the
ground and he pulled himself up. The blade, he looked at the knife coming
out of his belly or was it his belly coming off of the knife, sliding,
sliding. Lin arched his back and this made the knife dip a bit and caused
him more pain, cutting a new angle in his lower belly button ridge, a heavy
ridge even though he had an outtie. HAD. He was totally unstuck now and he
looked down at his navel hole. He brought his hands to it and moved it
around, making swishy sounds and at the same time, small guttural groans
came out of his mouth, from deep in his throat or his belly or both. His
hands slipped in his slit, for it was only a bloody pulpy slit now, not a
belly button. His eyes went wide and he fell...some thought
purposely...fell back onto the knife which went into the same slit it cut
into at first! Lin huffed and huffed, "Uhn! Hunh!!!!"

Lin huffed his last and his face hit the sweaty neck of Sven, pasted
together by cum and the knife.

"UHNN! Nawnugh! Nawgaktuck!"  Sole gasped as he let loose again! He didn't
realize he said the name of one of the TV show Maude's maids.  Nor would he
care. "Damnit!"

"What about these?" Binfo was asked by another pirate.

"We can't kill em but we have some special apparel like for em and get the
tattoo needles ready!"

Sole found himself unable to go limp. His dick was perpetually hard in
various states of up and down. For some reason, he knew he liked this but
whether he liked being stuck or getting stuck or just watching others
getting and giving...he wasn't sure. A flashback hit him hard and harder.
Flashbacks. A spear went into his belly. He got up. A knife stabbed in his
navel deep. He rose again. A sword went right through the back of his navel
wall. Yet he stood. His eyes close so many times and then opened again.

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