Date: Fri, 25 Jul 2008 08:58:51 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO  84

The boys of Kickai's crew, were attacking the confused, injured, and
unaware boys of Fargel's clipper.  First they slit the throats and bellies
of the guards who were on deck when the blasts hit. Then they waited by the
doors of the crew quarter area and jabbed many as they rose from the lower
decks. Morgan came up first, "I'll lead yas to battle! I'm fit to be our
next captain! I can..."

"Awww shut up!"  Aran was at the door and stabbed Morgan in his belly and
Morgan gasped, fell, and died kicking to try to stop it.

"Morgan! That jerkoff lead me into battle! He's probably already dead!
Lemmeuphere!"  Sulik had half his head of hair long on one side, dyed brown
and black and red; while the half had a crewcut! Which left a large yellow
tail in back. He had the best abs on the ship too with a belly button that
went in but stood out for inside the button was a giant dark belly outtie
with a dot on it. It made him look very sexy. More pushed past Sulik from
behind and engaged other Kickai crewmembers.

"C'mon, you!"  Sulik pushed Aran away, "I got fire in me belly!Fire in my
belly! Wanna see!!!!!!?!?!?!?!!?"

Pushing Aran aside, Awry said, "Let me, he's mine."

Aran nodded, "If you want him, I'll get me someone else's belly."

Awry came up to Sulik , "I want to see! The fire in your belly."

"YEAH! BRING IT ON! See the fire in me belly!"




Before Sulik could even do anything, Awry came up to him, shoulders
straight up, not looking at Sulik but into his own world making his
thoughts of his own power and with his arm bent, stuck a small knife into
Sulik's fine belly button. The dot was cut out and fell off, discarded.
Awry undid the button and it looked transformed. The dark cut button was
darker due to being really cut. Sulik tried to tighten his belly muscles
and leaned forward as if he were going to live through this attack. He
smiled with his mouth closed, his teeth under it clenched. He seemed to
think his machismo would be enough to out last the stabbing Awry gave
him. Awry stuck him again and out and in again. Then he left the knife in
the crewman and kept it in his fist, waiting. Sulik stared at him. Finally
Awry looked Sulik in the eyes and nodded, a half grin on his face. He stuck
his chest out into Sulik's face, as the other bent down low, giving in to
the pain and the cave now in his belly button. Awry let go of thee knife
and stared, "Nope, you wrong, boy, no fire in that belly. None came
out. But it must really burn that way."

Sulik grabbed the hilt and held it there. "OWWWWWHHHHHHH!"

Awry put his hands over Sulik's and shoved, pushing the knife and Sulik and
Sulik's belly20in one direction but somehow all three went in different
directions. "You lasted longer than you blond Morgan pal there."

Other fights moved around the entire ship, with almost no casualties on
Kickai's side.

Many of the Fargel crew were already dead, wounded, or dying.

A dark boy with a scarf around his neck jumped off the rigging onto Sem's
back. Sem tossed him off after hitting him against the ship side and pulled
him to him using the scarf to pull. The boy was easily knocked to the deck,
his back to the wood. Sem laughed, displayed his 18 inch bowie, "You're
dead!" He still held the boy by the scarf and as he did he stuck the boy's
upper mid section and ripped upward to the heart. Leoni walked past and
watched. The boy went prone in Sem's grasp.

On the mast, a tall, older boy pointed a spear at Leoni. Instinct told him
danger was coming from above and he turned that way. The arrow was pointed
at him. Quickly an arrow hit the tall boy's chest. In seconds the boy sank
from the chest, spurting blood and flesh. Lokeen smiled, near Leoni and
waved his quiver and bow as the boy's body fell into the sea. Lokeen and
Leoni watched. Lokeen went on as Leoni smiled at him. A well built black
boy with a serrated knife came at Lokeen. Lokeen waited for the last
moment, dropped his bow and arrows, kicked the larger boy between the legs,
and tossed his noose over the boy's neck.20The black boy fell to his
stomach as Lokeen tightened it. With a free hand, Lokeen grabbed the boy's
own knife and slipped it, point up, between the deck and the boy's lower
stomach. The boy, choking, pumped his struggling body onto it by
reflex. Lokeen laughed as the boy died.




Leoni walked on and saw Stefo battling toward the bow with the third mate
of Fargel--Phipps. They were sword to sword, knife to knife. Leoni felt
they were evenly matched. Even so, as their swords met above their heads,
pushed together by the might of the two adversaries, and their knives met
between their chests, Leoni saw and heard that one was stabbed
fatally. Leoni strained to see but from where he was, he could not tell who
was victor and victim. He could only see both backs arch and both
groan---one a groan of victory, one a groan of deadly pain. The knives were
apparently between them and the two were so closely touching their bodies
in the struggle the knives could not be seen. Leoni moved closer and saw
the two bodies move apart alittle, Phipps had a steel blade sticking into
his belly button. Stefo had lowered his blade into it mightily forcing the
knife down, away from Phipps' hand. Stefo pulled it out and then reentered
the blade into the second's chest just under the sternum. He grunted a
savage victor grunt and raised his lip as he now pulled the hilt and blade
with it downward--the knife found vitals all the way down. Phipps arched
his head more, grunting to withstand the pain, which of course was
impossible. Stefo surged with victory. To Leoni it had not been clear who
was stabbed but now he could see as Phipps fell, Stefo unplugged the kid's
crotch. The black haired Stefo waved his knife in the air in
victory. "Yeah!!!!"  Leoni, despite his and Stefo's argumentative relation
was glad it was not Stefo who was pumping to his end on the deck. As Phipps
dies, Leoni smiled at Stefo and showed him he was glad of his work.




Rube, the only cowardly Kickai crewmember, was sword fighting with
Nikko. Nikko was getting the upper hand and pushing Rube back, making Rube
work up a major sweat, tiring him out. Dark skinned Nikko had shirt that
looks like a manta, actually a short cut tank top of this outfit which has
a W cut out to show just show nipples and a high up ending to show
belly---not leaving much material in between. Shorts are tight fitting on
the crotch but bell bottom like on the legs. Elf like boots with dull but
pointed tops and rounded toes sections. He has a long loop ear ring made of
gold on both ears and hair down to his neck. Nikko was expertly meeting all
of Rube's thrusts and parries with defensive moves but then he jabbed and
Rube screamed and flung himself back. Nikko moved in for the kill but
Morcai was there and as Nikko turned to meet his sword with his own, Morcai
flung his arm in one direction and moved his point under Nikko's. He
stabbed Nikko in the upper rib but20Nikko moved back and felt his
wound. Not too bad. He moved forward to attack Morcai, who was smiling, his
SPIDERMAN muscles showing off, all skin and wet flesh, mingling with some
sweat. He moved in for the kill but Nikko was very good. Rube came up
behind Nikko and hit him across the back with his sword hilt and Nikko
fell. As Morcai watched, Rube pendulumed his arm with his sword in it doing
the same. Rube side stabbed Nikko who was on his side trying to recover.

Nikko gasped, "NOOOOOO!"

Morcai moved on to a new fight, meeting a harpoon holding Trace with his
sword.

Rube looked at Nikko's button and saw it cut a bit so he finished it off by
stabbing Nikko hard and biting into the wood under him. As Rube stood
confident and flexed, Nikko's body jerked to a standstill, then kicked to a
new stand still: his slow death as Rube cut straight, moving the sword to a
ninety degree angle. Nikko's last move was a kick. Rube kicked him back and
moved away from the dead man.

On the bow itself, Fargel swiped at Kickai, and the two were battling it
out. Most of the crew that had been tending to the bow were not hurt or
easily taken at first--at least not as quick as the others. Presently they
were under attack. Fargel and Kickai seemed to be the only ones on the bow
now. Kickai moved faster than Fargel and jumped like a rabbit from ship
side to wheel steering to step to infront of
 Fargel. Fargel seemed stronger and was older and in a direct contest of
strength would easily overpower Kickai. Kickai, from several vantage
points, snapped kicks to Fargel's arm, hand, leg, back, and chest, quick
and repetitious. Fargel felt proud withstanding these but could feel their
toll. "Stand still so I can kill ya!"

Kickai was all around him, seemingly at once, meeting his sword. The pair
battled to the very tip of the bow, the water bubbling below. Above the
night seemed to already be dissipating into a dawn, as the battle drew out,
the days of this strange land, at least in this area, not being much longer
than the few hours of night. It was not fully light out, just that wisps of
sun were shedding streaks of color across the sky, a fitting backdrop of
turbulence for the captains to fight--and kill.




Kickai tired out Fargel to the point that made him slow down on his
attacks. Kickai seemed to be sweating and tired too. He fell to one knee,
met a blow from Fargel. Fargel swiped, Kickai moved his trunk aside, under
Fargel's sword after the swipe. Fargel turned the sword, about to mash it
down into Kickai's shoulder, toward his heart. TOO late--Kickai "X"ed
Fargel's belly much as he had done to his own former captain, that's how he
took over the ship he presently had---and this attack was to gain more
ships for a whole fleet.This X was deep. Kickai repeated the move, then
backed away to examine his handiwork. He shook his head with pleasure20and
smiled, unable to contain his joy at winning.

Around them more boys killed men, cutting the larger targets with ease as
they moved faster and with less style but more practicality. The alien
weapons and traditional weapons alike cut into intestines and between
areas, between navel and dick, between upper stomach and belly button. Boys
in trouble with older men were joined by two or three others and they
overtook the one lone man.

Swallowing, and afraid to, Fargel took a couple of steps toward him,
dropping his sword, moaning in a low tone. Fargel put both hands to his
stomach--a big blotch of red. He moaned louder and looked for mercy in
Kickai's eyes but found none. Kickai watched, listening to the squishy
sounds of Fargel grabbing his own belly, trying to keep it together--to no
avail. Kickai seemed totally immersed in watching Fargel suffer and die
slowly--and Fargel was not yet dead.

Morcai faced Trace, a large older pirate with a sailor's hat on. He had
long red hair and a straw in his mouth all the time. The freckled belly
button is bare, far below the end of the top piece. High heeled boots
complete this wild outfit. Trace took the straw in his mouth and moved it
in and out, licking it as Morcai approached him. Trace jabbed at the air
near Morcai's belly, stabbing at the air as he would soon Morcai's belly
button. Morcai moved his stomach in and all his muscles stood out. He
 moved back and Trace, much taller, came at him. Morcai backed and put his
sword down. Trace moved in and Morcai raised his sword, not quite getting
the effect he wanted. But he hit some flesh on Trace's belly, getting a
long line of blood from under navel to upper navel, not quite getting
inside it. Trace looked down, "You good. No one ever get me before."

Morcai came at him and circled and clang his sword against Trace's. Trace
didn't expect this. He was still looking at his wound, which was very minor
but he was stunned this child could do this to him where other warriors
could not.




Mera was on the floor underneath a huge man who was about to knife Mera's
chest with a big arching downward under cut. This was Ahab, in his
sleeveless vest which runs below the waist to the upper legs or knees. Ahab
looked like he could be a captain or maybe he wanted to be a captain. He
somewhat resembled a young Steve Reeves and was about to kill off Mera but
Mera was prone and could not move at all beneath this strength. Sodac, the
Viet boy, struck from behind. He sat on Ahab's hips, as Ahab was sitting
and laying bodily on Mera, raising his knife over the smaller boy. Sodac
put his free hand around the knife arm of Ahab and while he did that, he
reached around the other side and planted his very VERY thin knife blade
into Ahab's fine round traditional belly button and moved it all around,
yelling to20show he was slaying a much stronger opponent. Ahab dropped his
knife arm but the knife lay harmlessly across Mera's chest now. Mera pulled
his arm and hand free from Ahab's body and retrieved it. He got it, rubbing
it between his thick aroused nipples and Ahab's swollen body...swollen from
the lust and battle and the reaction to being gut hole stabbed...and Mera
twisted the knife so that the point joined Sodac's point...with less room
now as Ahab's body began to totally sag onto Mera. Sodac yelled and
savagely pulled his blade out, RUBBING it against Mera's recovered Ahab
blade. Inside Ahab's button. Sodac yelling, also withdrew the blade, and
then tossed and pushed at Ahab's body, getting it off Mera. Mera nodded a
thank you but Sodac was too into his bloodlust to notice or care. He
followed Ahab's stuck body as Ahab held his navel area together with his
fingers...and was failing. Sodac followed and jumped on Ahab's back and
turned Ahab over using his hand against Ahab's shoulder. Ahab fought
against this but his strength waned. On his back now, Ahab yelled, helpless
as Sodac pulled a spear away from another Fargel crew member nearby who put
it low to try to stab Gobi. As Gobi saw his move, he stabbed his spear
deeply into this crewmember and the guy fell. Sodac sitting on top Ahab,
his left knee between Ahab's legs, JABBED THE SPEAR INTO the sucked in
belly button. Ahab jerked and shut his eyes over and over and ove r,
opening, shutting. Kicking. Sodac laughed and jumped off as Ahab humped
himself to a white forth and his final death.




Gore is a big able pirate. Gore was bald and yet not attractive because of
it. He was beefy and probably on steroids. He had a big ball and socket
belly button. He was fighting Awry, Phall, and Sodac. Phall hung back and
didn't really move in much. He was afraid and he knew it. Gore knew it
too. Gore met all the boys' moves and even disarmed the trio. As he gave a
chilling smile of victory he moved into the tired threesome. Suddenly, Lect
who finished another crewmember by stabbing him in the chest and pulling it
out and stabbing in the belly, making him lean over his spear, was
there. He jabbed a giant toothpick like spear into Gore's belly. And pulled
out to watch. Gore moved back and looked up. Lect was there and was now
joined by Gobi, Stefo, Sok,Lokeen, and a few others including the albino
and the mulatto. They all had weapons ready. Gore moved at them, "You won't
take me alive! I'll flay and slay all of ya's! Come on and threw yourselves
at me one at a time or all at once, I'll open ya all up from chest to dick!
From hip to hip!"

Sodac nodded, "Another talker."

"Fucker boys! That's all you all are! Mere boys! We have cabin boys that
look like you all! You should all be dead at our hands!"

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"What's that saying? Pride goeth before a...what was it? What was the rest
of that?"  Sok asked.

"A FUCKING FALL!"  Lect renewed his attack and moved at Gore but Gore used
his sword to knock Lect's spear down. He moved it at Lect, his belly
hurting badly but he was determined to take them all with him. "I'll take
you with me first! Then the rest..."

"GIVE IT A REST!"  Sok came up as Gore tried to stab Lect and planted a
sword into Gore's belly. He hit Gore's back with his free elbow but the
muscled Gore didn't really feel that much. But he felt the sword in him. He
pushed Sok away with one arm and hurt Sok a bit but not much. Sok fell
almost over the side of the ship but recovered and was about to run to the
fight again when he caught a sight that made him both stop and
smile. Stefo, Gobi, Mera, Awry, Lokeen, and others had their weapons all
poised at Gore's navel area and striking into it. A great big area getting
filled with pointed weapons, the death end of such weapons. "Rest in
pieces, fucker!"  Sok laughed and then found a long straight knife and
joined them.

"Oh you cowards! You fight unfair!"  Gore buckled and fell over his lower
legs. His upper body was dangling over the calves and this gave the younger
pirate boys a type of cushion for their weapons...a floating cushion which
couldn9 9t float much after weapons penetrated the bare back and ran into
the ship's wooden deck. Spears passed through at the same time swords
did. Knives also found air out Gore's back. "You...you all suck..."

"Hey," Sok said as he plunged and found joy as Gore made some unearthly
sound in reaction, "He's right. We do!"




Aran nearby, put a Vel into a Japanese-like youth's belly. The youth wore
only low cut suspender-pants. Aran pressed the button on the hilt and the
jagged end of the unusual knife swiveled, making mush of the yellow skinned
slim oriental type boy's stomach. Aran did his killing and called out, "The
ship is ours!"

Leoni came behind Kickai, "Did you hear that? Captain?"

Kickai took his gaze from the gurgling Fargel and said, "Yes."

Leoni whispered, "He's correct, sir."

Kickai saw Fargel slump to his knees, still moving at him--now for mercy
rather than menace. Kickai would have let him live longer in pain but he
had to go. Kickai raised his sword up, Leoni stood back. A great upward
sweeping motion followed. Kickai rounded his sword sideways into Fargel's
neck, cutting his head off. It rolled at his feet. Kickai sheathed his
sword and said, "There's much to be done before we can call this ship
ours."

Leoni points beyond, "Morcan had the boat nearby."  They could see him
rowing closer to the clipper, his great shoulders heaving. Leoni,
serious, asked, "The badly wounded?"

"They must die slow or fast. This fine ship is indeed going to be our
own. Oh and any sturdy youths that desire so may join our crew--with
persuasion we can train three or four--but no more than that. Go to it,
man."



Leoni smiled at him, "Going, sir."  He walked across the slightly tilting
deck where dying, grunting bodies lay, kicking out their pain, trying to
hold onto the last moments of life and their wounds. Sok was nearby
clanging his sword to the sword of a fallen, wounded boy. The fallen one
refused to give up and kept meeting Sok's blows, Sok stood between the
boy's legs, his upper body hunched over and yet angled back at the waist so
as not to get stabbed. On his back, the wounded boy hoped he could still
win, yet realized it was only a matter of time before.....Sok hit the boy's
sword so hard, it flew from his hand. Sok quickly jabbed the point down, a
60 degree angle at the boy's belly from above. It stuck in him and he let
loose the most blood curdling scream, his leg rose convulsively---- he had
been stabbed as he tried to get up again. Sok put his hand out in a wave of
victory and pulled the sword out. The boy's leg dropped to the deck and yet
still moved in a death jig. Sok grinned and wide eyed watched, then he
turned to help Stefo, Lokeen, Sem, Mera, and Cron, all who were fighting
seven youths. They were all who lived and they fought well. Soon their
weapons fell and the six from Kickai's crew closed in. Leoni came up to
them, seeing the dying boy Sok just finished off. "Don't kill them all."

He looked over the seven youths, who were backed to the side of the ship,
there were three who looked well toned in body, confident and proud, rough,
and manly. Young and yet experienced from Fargel. "That one, that one and
that one."

The three smiled and stepped forward at the pirate-boys from Kickai's ship.
Leoni finished, "They die. Take the others to be initiated."  Mall and Sok
held the other four at bay with points at their chests while the three were
fallen upon by the others.

Cron put the Triear spear into a tall, dark boy's stomach and ripped it out
the side, the victim's long black hair falling over his face and hitting
Cron's own shoulder.

Stefo used a Fi at close range on another meaty blonde boy. Lokeen tossed
his noose around the neck of a boy who appeared have the body of a surfer
with a haircut to match; and pulled the boy to him---holding a Swoc out in
his other hand. The surfer type fell onto it and was caught on it.
Laughing, Lokeen drove the other end point into the boy Stefo had already
stuck. Both victims were on the Swoc, Lokeen let go of the middle handle of
rubber and watched in glee as the boys stood, both locked by their stomachs
on the Swoc's either end. The two fell, unable to get off it, actually
trying, and causing themselves to be mutil ated more. The other four,
taller survivors, were herded toward one of the life rowboats. There were
groaning, spas-uming bodies across the ship.

Through this all, Sole and his cabin boyfriends, Justin, Jaimiel, Legol,
Dylon, Lucas, and Fey slept. Were they next????? For now they snored...

TO BE CONTINUED...