Date: Wed, 23 Jul 2008 09:31:14 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO  82

Sole left the hold as night approached. He felt dizzy with pride. Pride he
was stronger than the others. Or that he was at least not in their
predicament. They were dead and he was alive. He felt happy to be alive and
yet glad that he could see others die. He wondered what that meant. His
dick was still hard and wet. Why was he like this? Why did he feel this
way? What would he do with these feelings? Why was he like this? And
apparently he was not the only one who felt this way. Even the guys from
that other ship that was going to die and get stabbed in their navel holes,
really, really wanted to feel it. And they did. And they liked it so much
they blew cum all over the torture hold. So did he. "What's happening to
me? Who am I?"  Sole went to the front of the ship. "I don't understand any
of this."

Suddenly strong hands grabbed him from behind. An arm, a dark arm went over
his shoulder and down his bare chest, to rest on a nipple on the other side
from the arm. A strong knife went to his belly, "You. He loves you. He told
me tonight. Tonight. Today. Damn him. Damn you for saving us from that evil
metal ship."

Sole's eyes darted back and forth. He didn't want to die but he felt a
major thrill at having a knife slide, being slid across his upper ribs,
down his smooth skin to his upper abs and finally lower to bump over his
 thick ridge into his softer belly button below. The knife went in and for
a moment, he knew it would stop but for a longer moment, he DIDN'T WANT IT
TO. He wanted to feel that thick steel metal, cold and hard in his gut. He
wondered which was harder, his gut or the knife blade that he swallowed in
his navel. Or wanted swallowed in there. DEEP. "Gaaaaa....do I know you?"
He asked. He didn't want it to come out that way. Sarcastic. Was he
sarcastic in his life before? He was saying it innocently but in the past,
he felt and thought that perhaps in such a situation, he'd been flip,
sarcastic, even comical or proudly provoking of death. He wasn't sure
why. He wasn't sure he wanted to do it now but he was. He turned his head
slightly. "IF you're gonna do it, you should..."

Maroon held the blade in place and it felt good to him too. In his hands,
the weapon placed against this young, vital belly boy. He could feel the
boy's belly button back wall through his own hand and arm as the feeling
crept up from the boy's belly, throbbing with youthful, young life and
moving the vibrations up the knife past the thin hilt and into his hands
and fingers and palms. UP the wrist and arm to his own chest. The
excitement of the boy's vital belly in his grip of life and death over the
boy...it thrilled Maroon to no end. Knowing that a mere slip or shift of
his hand, his wrist and the boy in his arms would die. He swallowed. "I say
when your button gets split and spilled. If I was gonna do it, I would have
by now..."

"Maroon, is that you?"

"You know damn well it is! No one is that dumb or innocent and certainly
not somebody that looks like you."

"What do I look like?"




"Beautiful. I could fuck you myself. Fall for you myself. But I am deeply
in love with Rafe."

"Rafe? Oh yes, I know. I know him."

"And he knows you."

"We're just friends. In fact, we just met. I...I don't know what I am. Who
I am. Why do this to me?"

"If I kill the great hero that saved our ship and crew from the metal
pirate shark ship...they'll know it was me."

"Well, why not wait for the battles that they said had to happen?"

"It may not happen now. The cap says that since you saved us...you might be
made one of the main crew and not just a cabin boy."

"Oh."

"Oh?"  Maroon laughed and tried to move back a bit so that Sole would not
know that Maroon's own dick was hard from leaning on him. "Oh? IS that all
you can say?"

"Well," Sole moved a bit, "I am getting a bit stiff standing here this
long.E2

"Me too," Maroon said, almost feeling sorry for what he was putting the
blond boy through. "Very stiff."

"Oh, that? Don't worry. I like it."

"You are gonna die. If not this moment, soon, soon. Soon, I'll get you out
of my life, our lives..."

"Truth is, Maroon, I don't know what to think about Rafe. I mean, I'm
grateful he...he saved my life already but...I don't think I wanna be a
full crew member..."  Sole swallowed, "So you might as well cut my belly in
half from the button in or out..."

Maroon pressed some more and cut Sole's button a bit. Sole shut his eyes
and smiled. He loved this. He wanted it IN THERE MORE! "Marooon!!!!!"
Rafe's voice cut the air and Maroon let Sole go, shoving the smaller boy
away from him.

"Sum feeln!"  Sole hit the front of the ship and saw the ocean
below. "It...it's so beautiful."

"How could you do this?"  Rafe ran over to them. "To me."

Sole stood up, "Oh, don't blame him, Rafe. It...it's just that you..."


"Don't try to protect him."  Rafe put a hand on Sole's back, "Are you
allright?"  He kissed Sole's neck as Sole nodded that he was allright.

8 0I wish in a way, that you didn't stop him. I wanted to know how it would
feel to die with that in my gut."

"Don't say that," Rafe said, "Not at all."

"I...I tell you now that we should be full crewmen and not this one."

"He's not yet!"  Rafe slapped Maroon across the face, "And if they continue
to have these fights between us, I will challenge you to take his place
against you!"

"Don't do that!"  Sole said, "I couldn't let you do that!"

Maroon smiled and wiped his mouth with his knife hand, "That would be just
fine by me!"

He appeared at the door from the cabins. The one that went down there. Sole
turned. He was tall, lean and muscular with black feathery hair cut short
to his above his ears. He had a thick middle, bumpy with muscles and a
stomach that looked flexed even when it was not. A meaty Rates warrior. He
had hazel-blue eyes wearing only a blue pair of shorts as he rode the bow
of his clipper, proudly musing over his coming victory. He appeared to them
to be at least four years older than Sole and as many feet taller. There
were many good looking guys on this ship. Sole knew that. He had his breath
taken away by this one. Yet he put it into perspective. Life was short on
this vessel and Sole knew that either he or this new arrival could be
 dead by morning. "Who?"

Maroon looked frightened for the first time Sole met him, "Cap'n Fargel?"

"Yes it is I."  Fargel came up to full height, towering over all of
them. Sole's face came level with his belly button. Sole drooled and found
himself embarrassed by this. "I heard enough. Tomorrow then, I will find it
pleasurable to see you two fight."

"Me?"  Sole managed to gasp.

"Don't talk in the presence of the Cap'n," Maroon nudged into Sole's back
with his shoulder and moved Sole forward a bit. Sole's face hit Fargel's
navel and sunk into it.




Fargel just laughed as Sole recovered, not really wanting to move back from
that delicious sunken belly button but fearing for his life...or not...Sole
did move back. "It's allright, boy. We owe you..."

"Then why are you letting Maroon fight him in the morning?"  Rafe came
forward now, infront of Sole, protectively. He even put his arms to his
side in a way that showed he was like a mother hen to Sole.

Fargel smiled. Maroon was smiling, trying to hide his knife behind his
ass. He wanted to bury it in Sole deeply tomorrow to prove his love for
Rafe. Yet he didn't want the captain to find it on him now...for that would
be making Fargel angry...killing wasn't allowed between anyone on the
ship20if it were hidden, private, or sneaky. It made no sense to Maroon
since killing went on all the time. Fargel even got his ship by slaying the
previous hottie captain and a small group out to protect that former
captain. He waited to hear the edict from Fargel.

..which was not what he wanted to hear when it actually came out...

"Not him and Maroon. YOU and Maroon..."

"NO!"  Sole yelled, "NO!"

Rafe smiled and turned, holding Sole's shoulders and rubbing his arms from
there, "It's what I want. I want to save you the way you saved me. And if
that one..."  He turned to look at Maroon, with love in his eyes for both
Maroon and Sole, an after effect of being in love with Maroon for so long,
yet he hardly felt he knew him at all now. "Want to slay me, you can. I'll
let him."

Maroon moved forward, "I don't want ...."

Fargel raised an eyebrow, "You don't? Want what?"

Maroon looked as Rafe bent low and hugged Sole, turning back from him, "I
want to fight someone to the death. It might as well be me who dies."

"Then it is to be. Tomorrow morning. First light. One of you will die."
Fargel laughed and turned, "Goodnight. Have a good sleep. And remember
nothing happens to the little blond one who saved my ship..."

0A

Sole burst out of Rafe's grasp. Rafe turned to stare at Maroon. Neither one
looked amused. Rafe nodded his head no. Maroon just stared, non
pulsed. Sole dashed down the steps of the cabins. He ran into the cabin
after Fargel who reacted instinctively. Fargel had a long sword by a stand
in his elaborate cabin. He quickly snagged it off a stand and held it out
at Sole, not realizing it was him. The point, sharp and gleaming almost
vanished into Sole's ample navel. Sole stopped short just moments before he
realized that lunging in, would have slain him on the captain's solid
point. Sole found his dick hard as stone again as he realized the captain's
point was in his belly button. Part of him wanted to lunge forward or
stumble "Accidentally" so that he'd get that great feeling in him. Deep and
hard. But he held back. Fargel immediately saw it was Sole and so he
unjammed his sword from Sole's navel by quickly moving his arm out and
up. He put the sword back on its mantle. "Never do that again, you little
foolhardy minnow!"  Fargel laughed and messed up Sole's hair as though Sole
were a little boy, which to Fargel Sole was! Fargel ran to a window area
and off a shelf he tore a bottle of drink and opened it, "What can I do you
for?"

"I..."  Sole could hardly speak. His dick was tight in his loin cloth and
wanted to expose itself. Fargel's macho beauty, his manl y manner, stunned
him. He wished he could be so manly, so confident in his warriorness...it
could never be, Sole thought. He was never like this captain and would
never be like him in the future. "Sir, I want you to stop the fight
tomorrow."

"I think not, little one."

Sole came up to the desk, "Why not? You said..."

"Those two need to be taught a lesson, don't you think?"

Sole bit his lip and thought long and hard, as he was long and hard about
his next answer, "I think that...that Maroon is a little hurt by Rafe's
love of me...and others..."

"Others? Rafe loves no others. He is a pleasant enough fellow. But his
lover Maroon must understand that if Rafe chooses to, as part of my
crew..."

Sole's eyebrows went up, "Part of your crew?"

"Yes, he will no longer be a slave boy...I planned to make him a
crewmember, fully and otherwise, even before today..."

"That's great!"  Sole bounced. He leaned on the desk, partly to hide his
dick. "Then you MUST stop the fight tomorrow..."

Fargel nodded and took a slug of liquid from the bottle and nodded no. "If
Rafe becomes a crew member, I will fuck him!"

"What?"  Sole banged on the desk, "NO! That'd make things worse! I won't
let you do that!

Sole was sorry he said what he did the way he did. He didn't know where
that came from. Fargel threw the bottle out an open window and from his
desk draw as Sole drew near in his anger, stretching his tight frame,
Fargel withdrew a thick, long silver knife with a golden hilt and the point
found its way to Sole's navel from across the desk, from the strength of
Fargel's arm and hand and bicep straining to hold it there. Navel. It's
getting plenty of action tonight, Sole thought. Sole didn't look down. He
knew what it was he felt. The tip was biting his navel wall. Fargel looked
at him and Sole looked up at the larger man. "Listen to me, you welp! I
like you. I like you a lot! But that doesn't mean I wouldn't hesitate
to..."

The blade went in. Sole's brow sweated. Water dripped from his forehead. He
swallowed. His muscles tightened and it hurt more as the knife went in,
biting his navel.

"...that I wouldn't put this right through that skinny little ass frame of
yours, you scrawny, puny non fighter!"

Sole blinked. Somewhere someone like him was slaying thousands. Hundreds
upon hundreds, within a minute. Someone with long blond hair. Then short
blond hair.  A spear in one guy. A knife in another. A sword through
several at one time. He blinked. He did look down. He dared it. The blade
was in his gut hole. It had happened before, he was20sure of it. He looked
up at Fargel and smiled. Fargel smiled back, mistaking the smile for
fun. Sole realized that he had died before. Others, better and some not
better than this man, had put things in him. Killed him. He recalled having
sex among dead and dying warriors. With who? A dark image. A dark Asian? A
dark Cuban or Puerto Rican? Who were these two? Did they slay him? Did he
slay them? Then he saw himself and a little blond boy. Brother? Sole
straightened up and the knife bit him some more. He gulped. Fargel laughed.

"Continue to talk to me the way you do and I shall slay you, even now!"

Sole knew what it might feel like to put something in someone. He wanted to
do that to Fargel but he wanted far more for Fargel to do it to him at this
moment. He grew wet with his thick dick climbing to free itself. Poking
outward as it hit the desk rim and could not go up any more. It stretched
out. Wet. He knew his next words should be chosen very, very
carefully. Part of him urged himself to provoke this pirate nut even
further...so that the macho man would stab him and then Sole could fall
into the giant's arms and chest, lean on the man's belly and slide down it
to the man's own navel and lick it out....someone was dying on him. On
Sole. Falling just as he imagined falling down Fargel. A hot
guy. Warrior. Youth. Young one. Muscle boy. Teenage god. Sole thought he
had stabbed this guy and this guy was falling down his body, slowly,
inch by inch, skinning along skinning. Skin touching skin. Could there be
no greater way to show love and hate! At the same fucking time? Sole shook
his head. Fargel seemed to stick it in deeper and deeper!  Sole shut his
eyes. Opened them with an excitement and anticipation. Then he shut them
again, knowing this would be the best way to enjoy getting gutt stuck like
this from this hot stud.

"I like you!"  Fargel whipped the knife out heavily. Sole breathed
out. Relief, disappointment. All wrapped up in one warped sense. He opened
his eyes. Sole reached to finger his belly button with one pointer finger
while holding it open with both hands.  Yeah there was some blood. He
recalled blood there before. Or was it on others that he had slain. Or was
it all a dream? He could never slay anyone. He could never kill. He was
sure it was just a fantasy. He had not hurt others. He couldn't. It wasn't
his nature. Yet there was that brilliant turn on which was not subsiding as
Fargel took the knife away. Fargel held the knife and came from around the
desk.


Sole looked away in embarrassment. For Fargel was looking at him
lovingly. And this was one powerful man. His gaze put Sole off in a
way. Yet he drove himself on, "You MUST stop the fight in the morning!!!!"

"MUST????"  Fargel took the knife and put it on an angle from low (with t
he hilt on the low end) to high (with the point pointed up). Ending in
Sole's belly button ridge, nudging it on the top and threatening to sever
the top ridge. "I must do nothing!"

"But you must stop it!"  Sole pushed.

"Aye, I will."  Fargel threw the knife down, tearing it from Sole's upper
ridge.

Sole looked down as Fargel moved to his bed to lay on his bare, very
muscled bumped back. Fargel added, "...I'll stop it after one is DEAD!!!!"
As the knife clanged to the deck, Sole spot checked his navel for rips and
blood. There was only what had been done earlier. He shrugged. "Versatile?
Bouncing back belly button?"  He moved to the bed to continue his gesture
and annoyance of Fargel. He was practically running when Fargel scooped up,
from the side of his bunk, a long curved sword and aimed it into Sole's
button. Sole just caught himself in time and put his hands and arms out to
his sides but even with his shoulders. If he slipped, he be impaled, button
first on the new sword. His ample abs flexed.

Fargel saw the nice veins on Sole's lower belly, seeing everything but the
boy's very dick. "Enough. This one I will drive home. I have stated my
intention. I will stop it after one of your friends lie dead, throbbing
from his dick, spouting life fluid, and feeling very good while the other
feels just a s good for being alive and able to watch the other slowly die,
spilling."

Sole knew it was time to back off. He touched the sword with both hands,
bending his arms to it. "Such power...."

"Aye, come to my bed and I'll show you even more power."

Sole backed off, "Uh, no."  Quickly he added, "No, thanks. No, I...I
don'tthink I'm ready for that....yet."

"I respect that," Fargel put the sword back to his defensive position on
the floor, and mentioned it to Sole, "Quick for the grabbing."  Sole looked
at him quizzically. "The sword, the sword. Not my dick. Although that is
too."  After recovering from that quip, Sole was about to say more but
Fargel waved him out, "Goodnight, Minnow."




Sole strode out the cabin's room, stopping to wonder if he had tried hard
enough. Certainly he was hard. The Captain was one hot man. Sole felt
himself pre cumming and actually he had to run to spill his seed over the
side of the ship. The night air, warm and still, calm and peaceful velvet
sky, made him relax as he cam. The rhythmic flow of his seed paralleled the
sound of the ocean breeze and the chilled but calm waters. He felt good,
for once. Minnow. Was that his name? It was what Fargel called him. Yet he
knew it was not. Somehow. Minnows swim with a school of fish. Even fish
such as Sole could now see, in a school that glowed from the ocean
depths. Almost smiling fortune on him. He sat on the side of the ship,
hoping that one of the madman on this ship wouldn't throw him off. If one
did, he was sure the dolphins would save him. For they liked him. He felt
like all nature liked him. He wasn't too sure about it though, he did lean
toward liking nature too though. For it held fortune for him. The night air
hit his warm body, his concave chest and thin but muscled veined
stomach. He laid back down, his back on the wooden planks. He put his arms
up and his hands behind his head and fell asleep. This sure beat the smelly
barracks of the cabin and slave boys.

There it was. The night ocean but turned to day. The water gently and
methodically hit it. The beach. Lots of sand but more importantly lots of
giant rocks. Bare feet walked in it. Had Sole ever watched the internet at
all, he would have known this one to have been called Marcel, teen muscle
god. Maker of videos. Funny, Sole thought, he would have thought he dream
of Fargel. The body builder was wearing stylish bathing suit of blue and
flowery colors. Low on his hips, so low that the only thing missing was his
cock. The weight lifter dropped his weights into the water and slushed
through the foamy water, glistening with sweat. Every ounce was muscle and
tight skin. Veins on arms. Biceps that flexed even when he didn't. Thick
legs and a to rso that wouldn't quit. Dripping sweat on his face, which
alighted to his deeply cut chest, large mounds of pecs staring out at
Sole. Marcel was a teen muscle boy and graced that internet site often,
even after breaking his arm. Marcel. Sole dreamed that Marcel was Cuban.
For he had a light olive look but not as dark as...whatisname? ...he knew
someone of Latin descent before. What was his name? Pear? Ray? It didn't
matter. Sole approached. Marcel sat down and even when sitting in a
position that had even the most worked out bodybuilder having some skin
hang over his waist band, Marcel had only tight flat stomach. He was an
ectomorph, Sole thought. Thick but well bodied. Possibly a mesomorph at one
time. Marcel had the cutest of faces. He was a lucky man, Sole thought.
Girls and boys probably loved him. Leaving his feet in the water, Marcel
stretched back on the first giant rock he could find. A series of well
developed bumps in all the right places. A stunning eye in the middle of
his navel, a slight innie with an outtie eye in it, an eye that sported
some kind of double layer itself. Enticing. Sole slugged through the water
himself. It was that navel eye that caught his own eye. Gracing over the
body of Marcel with his gaze, he knew what he had to do. Sole felt
something thick and hard in his hand. He gripped it so tight he thought
he'd mush it into clay. The hilt of straight thin sword. Rapier? Marcel sat
back up after reaching for the back of another20giant rock, this one tall
against the one he sat on. They formed a sort of stone age chair. He moved
up the rock, his butt touching the back rock but then he moved down again a
bit. Sole saw that his abs were just fine even in the sitting up position.
The hair on this boy was short, dark and cropped. He had dimples when he
smiled at Sole. Sole came up to him, smiling, grit teeth. For he knew he
had to do this even if he thought against it at some point. Point?  Point
to belly button. Sole just held his arm out, his own bicep flexing as he
thrust. The sword went angled down a bit and stabbed right into Marcel's
eye in the center of the navel. Marcel drew his knees up to his chest,
touching it as the blade slid in. Marcel smiled at first, thinking he could
take it.

Sole felt great putting that thang in there. He felt some resistance but
the sword couldn't be stopped, not even by god like hard slabs. So even
though he felt that getting it would be SO FUCKING NICE, Sole stabbed in
and enjoyed it even more. Yet as he stabbed Marcel, something happened. As
the slid in cut Cuban wall, Sole himself felt it. He slid, he stopped. His
pain stopped. What Marcel was feeling, Sole felt. Yet there was a piece to
this Marcel couldn't feel: the stabbing down into something alive,
something strong and vital but while stabbing, Sole felt he was also
stabbed. Stabbing himself. He looked down. Marcel drew up some more and
backed his head up to the rock behind him. He then opened his mouth wide
and gasped. He flung his upper body back down and held the sword with his
hands and his arms drew near to it. He made his eyes go vacant. Sole wasn't
fooled. I won't be fooled, Sole thought. He's dead when I SAY SO! HE JERKED
IT IN! Sole jerked and felt steel in his belly button tunnel. And
behind. And beyond. Marcel's body was nude now and his dick was straight up
the steel pole of Sole's sword. Sole's dick came thonging out his own g
string. Sole moved in and as he did, the sword went in and in and in. Sole
pulled out a bit but not totally out. Marcel stopped. Pain stabbing in
belly of Sole stopped. "Great! This is FUCKING FREAKIN GREAT!"  Sole put it
in some more and as he did his dick jumped straighter and leaped. It
spit. White load that blocked Marcel's beautiful face. Chiseled chin got
cum cam-ed on it. Marcel throbbed, his head moved back and forth and up and
down, his shoulders could be seen. What magnificent shoulders. Well done in
back and front. Bumped. As Marcel threw his head back, as they all do when
dying slowly and enjoying it better than sex, Sole saw that the teen boy
had great collar bone muscles and wonderful symmetry. Cum hit Sole. He
thought it was his own again but it was Marcel's mixing with his own. Load
hit load and became a dripping cake of white saucer. It hit Sole's chest
and dripped ever so slowly. He jerked and jerked as he felt his own
sword cutting through his own belly. Yet his belly was uncut as was his
dick. Cum was there filling it as sword filledMarcel's. Sole made some
animalistic sound as he slid it up to the hilt. He wrinkled his nose and
opened his mouth, teeth bared. He came face to face with Marcel, who...who
....leaned forward and kissed him open mouthed, tongue all the way
down. Sole moved back and smiled. Marcel looked at him, tears now as he
knew...knew that this was not sad but it was only because the time had CUM
for it to end. Sole raised one side of his lip, curling it like Lurch in
THE ADDAMS FAMILY as he knew Marcel would succumb now. Now that he withdrew
the sword in one long heavy handed stroke out and it fully exited as Sole
withdrew it out the button. Marcel jerked more and more, yelling,
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

More loads. More shaking. More whiteness. Sole fell back as he realized the
sword he just withdrew was being slid out him just as fast. He looked down
at his belly. It was whole. It was hole. Guts hung. He yelled and fell
back. Marcel shivered to death on the rock, flat as his stomach, ten
packed. It seemed as if it would last forever. It didn't Marcel died.

Sole woke up and in his last stinging pain in his belly button, felt the
heat of burning dick head jerk to a missile effect. He let loose and it
messed his thong and he woke up as though he were dying. The pain was20in
his dickhead and his belly button. Powerful stuff this thing, dreams. Sole
got up and stood fully erect. Again. Dripping.  "That was...that was...that
was....fantastic....I like it. God help me, I like it! Why? No, I can't but
I do!"

TO BE CONTINUED...