Date: Sat, 26 Jul 2008 09:31:24 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO  85

PROLOG:

Sole, his fellow Cabin Boys all slept soundly. This included Justin,
Jaimiel, Legol, Dylon, Lucas, and Jayfir and Fey, who was. Fey that
is. They slept through the whole battle that just transpired.

It was similar in the torture chamber below deck. About 4 tortured boys
were recovering from their wounds. Six others hadn't been touched. Of these
ten, 8 were picked up from another ship that Sole had downed and two were
from yet another ship that Fargel had attacked. There were others who were
cabin boys who were chosen to not be any longer. They couldn't have too
many cabin boys because the boys might get it into their heads to
revolt. Which was passe now. Now that Fargel and is entire crew save seven
were slain by Kickai's crew. Hanging by their wrists the six boys were
trying to get some sleep.

They were three. They were Trio. Sun tanned almost black Puerto Rican Cuban
(?) Pare with thick lips and tight compact body, a muscled belly with just
a hint of a rounded bit of fat (?)! Asian Pearl, the long silky haired
Bruce Lee-like Aoi with doe eyes and big yellow
smile. And...and...and...someone I saw out of the eyes of. Just a trace of
light colored hair running from under navel to lower regions of dick and
balls. Innie outtie button and proud tight constantly flexed abs. A loner?
No. Sole. Means alone. One. But there were three of ...of us? Proud. Pare
aimed an arrow in its bow by pulling h ard and flexing triceps, biceps, and
proud chest, ribs sticking out from under. Belly button outtie literally
hanging. But standing erect now. As he pulled ready to spring death into
the navel of any takers. Aoi poised, ready for action, sword high in one
hand, arm flexed and a great big smile on his face as if this is the
life. He'd not trade it for anything in the world. What is this? Who are
these two? Three? A spear was feelin mighty fine in my hands. One hand to
the other, then both hands. A knife, it's cold steel meeting the bare flesh
at my hip where it is holstered...rubbing against my hard bod. But the
spear, thrusting, ready to SWACK into anyone ready to face me. I couldn't
wait to give it into some unsuspecting or some WILLING belly button and
beyond...to hard muscle beneath. We were Trio. WE.

Pare's face changed. An arrow rammed itself, whistling first through the
air. Rammed smack into his outtie, dead center, splitting the outtie stalk
and embedding into his lean dark Puerto Rican meat. Pare
swirled. "UGGGGGNNNGG! RIGHT n me GUTS!"  He slowly went down, dropping his
own arrow and bow and grabbing at the invading, protruding, offender. That
only made him feel it worse.




Aoi snorted, not bothering to mourn his lover, our lover, my lover? He
would do that later. For now he had a battle to win. Yes, win. Despite the
failure of Pare to defeat any enemy, HE WOULD. He raised a sword but
someone was faster, bigger, stronger, more adept at stealth, swordplay,
and movement; and he was very muscled and had a gladiator helmet on. Aoi
couldn't see his face but he felt the sting of the sword as it entered his
belly button fast and furious. He felt it break his skin in his back even
before the sting of the breaking of his bellybutton back wall could be felt
in all it's rip/tear glory. He arched backward and started a long ranting
and raving session of nonsense words and sounds. He wiggled. The sword guy
pulled it out and...backed off a bit to examine his handiwork. And that was
it. Or it was supposed to be. The gladiator put it back in, HARD! Aoi bent
over the sword and this time the gladiator left it in there, not moving and
for a long 30 seconds, the swords was just, well, sort of there. Aoi could
feel every inch of it in him. His abs making it a part of them, a welcome
guest even if the rest of Aoi didn't want it there BUT HE DID! And that was
the thing. Aoi lasted a very long time with it in him but he succumbed. And
the gladiator sucked his cum as his Asian thick veined dick popped out and
sloshed out a giant frosty frothy lickable load!  Popsickle. Sickle in the
gut hole.

With a feeling of defeat for my friends, I moved forth. Mixed
emotions. Wanting to join them in their fiery belly death. Defeated
already? I say not. I would jab my spear into all opponents but somehow I
envied them. Come on take me. Fuckers. Just try N take20me. A spear man
came at me. He was taller, bigger, heavier, more muscled, a rippling of non
fat. He moved at me. His spear met mine and his strength moved it aside
easily, countering every move, every counter move countered and counter
moved. Sweaty and the thrill of the battle over soaked me. I longed for it
to end but I knew this was IT. The fight was what made me sexy and sexed
up. Who would get it in their belly? Me or him? If it was him, I WIN. I am
the MAN. I jab until spear can feel air out his bare back. I am triumphant
and a winner. The one. Macho. Mean. Tough. A man's man. Even have hair on
my lower belly. Taint of it. Faint trace of it. If not, then I guess I go
down with my friends. A long, long long long shaft in my guts. Holding it
back for awhile. Either way I couldn't lose. Both winning and losing here
made me all hot and bothered. This guy attacking me, despite his real
handsome, in-need-of-a trimming on his jawline face, had on the silliest
hat I've ever seen. It had to be seen to be believed. Perhaps it was what
distracted his opponents while he gored their guts out on his spear point.
In moving, I put my head down and saw it. "Damn! Fuck, how'd that git in
there? In that thang?" SPEAR in smooth belly. Thrilling. I could stand
it. Withstand it. Couldn't barely even stand now. I can bare it as I am
bare. The spear guy showed no mercy. With his spear in me, he pushed forth
the ef fort and strength of his attack and his bloodlust. His spear soaked
into me and found its steady course. The guy, once it was in there, moved
it up a bit and then down A LOT. Then he moved it straight and swished it
around...oh the joy of that feeling. I wanted it to last and last and last
but alas....it would not. I started even now to sink to my knees. Fuck him,
I thought. And said it, "Fuck you!"

"Oh yeah, pretty boy!"

Pretty boy? Was I? In the gleaming necklace my spearboy wore, I saw my
face. I was! I was pretty. Handsome, blond, blue eyed. I sunk out of
view. My own view. As I sunk, the embeddedness of the spear made its
presense known in my abs, my guts, my worn and shorn belly button cave. My
button, innie and outtie, did I mention that?---my button sorta collapsed
around the spear, making it a kind of tent to embrace it. I sank, it
sank. I sank more, it steadied itself in my meat and caused all sorts of
burning bare belly pain. Button pain. My dick, it burned too. To a large
head. A fire erupted from my dick lips as they split on the mushroom. My
belly button burned and erupted inward, dick outward. Gushing liquid filled
my button, filled behind my button, filled behind the spear as dick filled
air with a GIANT load of gism!!!!!! I DIE!!!!!




The door to the cabin burst open even as my dick burst open. Many pirate
boys, all seemingly naked, large dicks on most, filled the doorway and in
their hands they held strange POINTED, SHARP weapons! They had smiles on
their faces as if they were ready to slay and they were! I could
tell. Dream forgotten almost totally--vague image of three guys---ready to
die or be dead or something like that---and sharp image of my flesh sword
shooting due to a fire in my belly button---did I shoot off my scrotum?
Dream gone. Hunky, pretty boy pirate slaying pirates entering the cabin,
filling it. My cum shot at them like a water sprinkler and then a combined
river current, a steady stream of one giant load, raining, firing as one
and then spurting in gyro missile attacks. I covered the boys' sinewy
bodies with LOADS OF CUM! Their smiles grew even wider as they held weapons
as the rest of us as we woke up from our slumber.

One, I forget which one, said, "NOW, YOU YOUTHS, YOU DIE!!!!



TRIO 85

Act One

That blond Leonardo lookalike Sok came at me, he was the one who spoke. In
my groggy awakening from slumber, I shook my head. He had a very pointed
sword aimed right at my really muscled belly button. And he was lightning
fast. But Jaimiel was faster. "NOOOOO! You can't!!!!"  The studly Haitian
boy threw himself infront of Sok's sword, belly first, his back infront of
me, blocking me from it even as I sat up from our bed. Jaimiel was on his
feet though and as he through his seven inch
 outtie and deeper and deeper. Jaimiel squealed, the youth. "He saved us! I
won't letUUUUUUUYOUYOU KILL EM!"

I winced. Me. Sole, that's me. Who? No, I'm just the hero. Aren't I?

I woke up fully. And saw the sword point pop out bare black back. I jumped
upward and the point closed in on my button. "NOOOO!" From behind me, the
white haired younger boy, Justin, pulled me under the arms and pulled me
back and sideways off the bed. He actually pulled me just in time for for
two or three seconds Sok's fucking sword point entered my button, bringing
with it some gore from Jaimeil's insides. It felt GREAT! FUCKING GREAT!
That was the problem. What did this mean? I...felt awful. A boy who thought
enough of me to save my life. And this one behind me. I felt angered a
bit...he robbed me of the feeling of getting slain just like Jaimiel was
currently enjoying.  Justin shouted, "No reason to slay us. We'll follow
whoever!"

Justin saved me. I loved this white haired kid. He was so nice.

"Unless you have to just kill one of us, kill him."

Well, he did look out for number one first. I still liked him though.




Justin looked at me as I turned to stare at him, wondering. He mistook it
for guilt or something, or something...else. I wasn't sure at the time but
now I think it was that he mistook it for accusation. I was n't. I was just
so unsure of everything. Justin whispered, "You...you're just such a
trouble maker."

Sok smiled, "Slay em all, cap'n's orders! Kill them all!"  He moved in on
me first. I think, he, too, had a thing for me or for my belly. I did
too. I mean my own. His was really, really nice too. I almost wanted it
from him. But since he stabbed poor little Jaimiel, I wanted to...I don't
know, maybe kill him? I never harbored thoughts of killing before....that I
could remember. As Sok moved in, Jaimiel saved me again. He
moaned. Loud. "Little crapper ain't dead yet. I'll fix that."

As blond Legol reached for an arrow and bow near the bedside, little Lokeen
jumped onto him, covering him bodily, knees to upper legs. Legol got his
arrow but Lokeen had a knife and gutted him, ever so slowly.

I looked at Sok, "You don't have to kill him. He might live."

Sok looked up at me, saliva on his mouth, "Kiddnning? He got it RIGHT
THROUGH HIM! RIGHT IN THERE!"

"He...he might."

Justin whispered, behind me, hiding, "Shut yup. Troublemaker. Told ya,
that's what you are."

Fey picked up Jaimiel and Sok came at them. Kickai entered the door, with a
long sword, "STOP!"  Sok stopped immediately. Even that bloodthirsty Lokeen
stopped his gut holing of Legol, who flopped onto20the bed and rolled onto
his side and then his belly and squirmed into a cummy death pool. "Well,
Lokeen you can put that one outta his misery....first things first I always
say."  Lushious cheeks and freckles on this one. His body looked like it
yearned to come out of itself and be a man. Lokeen pulled Legol's arrow out
of his hand, which gripped it to bare the dying pain. Lokeen turned Legol
over as Legol began to shoot his massive load. Lokeen drove the arrow into
Legol's ample belly, the long blond dying in pain and shooting a load from
under Lokken's balls! And in between!!!!!!!When done, Lokeen turned Legol
back over and Legol finished squirting into the bed and dropping all his
innards from his split cut belly button hole. He cummed into the bed, which
gave a little.

I looked at Kickai. "Thank you, captain...?"




"Kickai."  Kickai came up to me and touched my cheek. I flinched even
though I didn't want to. His knife entered my button. He had taken it out
with his free hand.  First he warmed it up. He moved to my upper
mid-section, then cupped my trunk, stopping as I smoothed my belly, he
fingering it. With the flat side of the blade, Kickai felt his way down
around the indents of my stomach, "You will be killed if you make any wrong
moves against us, quite easily."  I stared down slightly, for I was taller
than the captain. Stared into the boy's eyes---I knew when death was
imminent and tried to read if Kickai was going to kill me then and
there---the point could easily move a hair and I'd would be
pierced. Delightfully so? Yeah.

Unlike some of the others, I could not tell when death was the desire of an
enemy's action. I don't think Justin could either. He warily saw the knife
ease down past a ridge of my belly button---Justin got brave and rounded to
our side to see this, the knife came to a stop within the folds of the
navel itself. Then he sweated as he saw Kickai turn the blade --toward the
sharper side ---and Justin thought Kickai was going to stab me.  "No," he
said low and calm, "No."

Kickai smiled, "This is what you understand, eh, warrior? Feels good to
you. To me. You want it to slide in and...."  he withdrew the blade quickly
but twirled it in his fingers as he spoke, "For now, you will be kept below
also. Any attempt to escape or any signs you are even trying or any
aggressive act to any one of us---and my guards will kill you."

I spoke up, "Captain..."

Justin shut his eyes and winced. "Trouble maker."

"Is he? I didn't think so," Kickai said. Justin gulped, having called
attention to himself. But Kickai was more interested in me.

"Can we get help for my black friend here?"

"HIM?"  Kickai picked Jaimiel up from Fey and scooped him in o ne
arm. Jaimiel squealed in pain, every move causing him pain.

"Yes, the one you saved. You saved his life."

"He's already dead," Kickai smiled and having put his sword back, stabbed
Jaimiel deeply in his belly button again, took it out, and slowly put it
back in. Stabbed. Moved it about. "Say shake it all about, kid!"  Jaimiel
jumped in Kickai's arm as Kickai held him and stabbed him again and again.

"NOOOOOOOOO!"  I sobbed. I ran toward them but Fey got in my way and turned
to me and held me back.

"Don't! You'll get it too, can't you tell he just wants to do it to you."


Justin whispered over Jaimiel's dying screams, "Yeah, don't give him an
excuse, blondie!"

"Can't you tell, he's dead?"  Kickai laughed and dropped Jaimiel's body but
Jaimiel moaned some more. "Strong one. He is still...."  Kickai put his
knife in its sheath---his loin cloth thing and took out his sword in a
quick move. He stabbed the sword down into Jaimiel and Jaimiel made a loud
huffing sound out, air coming out his belly. His mouth. His throat. "Hold
for it, hold for it, NOW!"  Kickai, playing, removed the sword and Jaimiel
made ONE LAST SOUND of huffing pain as he just died. Kickai waved the sword
infront of my face.

"No...."  I co llapsed onto my knees.

"Get up," Justin said at the same time as Kickai. Kickai eyed Justin.

I lowered my head and my chin hit my chest, "no.....no....no."

"Get him up," Kickai told Justin. Justin pulled from behind. I could feel
his sex against my back getting hard from rubbing against me and being this
close to me and to...well, to death. Jaimiel stopped moving. Ignoring my
crying, Kickai called, "Oren, Sodac, Phall--you three, here."  Oren, six
foot tall, very tanned Malay-Hawaiian-like 19 year old came from the second
deck, ahead of the dirty blonde Phall. Phall was 17 or 18, and was smaller
than Oren and lighter. He seemed as if he was the all around American
boy--well built, rounded cheeks and an innocent face--he was also
handsome. On closer look, he could have also been of German-type
descent. Sodac, younger in appearance, was lithe, Japanese and dark
Viet-looking. He had black hair--blacker than even Kickai and Stefo. He was
muscled and had sneaky, dark brown eyes and a sneer constantly on his mouth
to match. Sodac could have been 14 or 15 but seemed very smart and
aware. The three had blades. "You three will guard these two. They are
allowed visitors but stab them dead if they show any resistance at all."

Oren, the Malay shoved some of the others, who turned back.

"Take them away."  He watched, satisfied, as his boys took them.  As he did
watch, he stopped twirling his
 blade and licked it up the flat part, all the way up to the blade and then
the hilt, tasting of my belly button.

I collapsed onto the wooden floor of the cabin as they roughly took out the
bodies of Legol and Jaimiel. I kept on crying.


Act Two

Stefo-a tall, muscular 17 year old, found the tortured boys in the lower
torture deck. He looked Nordic with waved back long hair to the nape of his
neck and over his ears. Taller than Awry, Morcai, and even the
oldest---Rube, this one seemed the most muscular of the whole crew. "You
see, cap'n, this lot, ain't worth a bone's tooth in hell."

"Stefo, you read too many cliche ridden pirate novels when you were back on
Earth," Kickai smiled in the torture chamber of the ship.

"Oh? I did?"

"I think so."

"Pheff. If you say so, sir."

"And the seven that you kept in the rowboats are dried out and were put in
here?"

"Yes the rowboats kept the fight out of them."  Stefo laughed.

"So I see," Kickai moved to many of the boys there. He felt up the pliable
stomach of one boy, pinching his belly button. The tied-to-the wall
redheaded boy looked scared, wide eyed as if he were about to be
killed. Kickai laughed and moved on from this little redhead to a long
haired older boy and he smiled at him. The boy nodded back but Kickai
punched him in the gut. The boy bellowed and hung limply. He was tied by
his wrists to the rooftop.  "I count about 15 boys give or take those
without guts. But we'll see if'n they have those in their bellies, won't we
Stefo?"

Stefo shrugged, non pulsed. "I say so, sir, I say so."

"I have a nice little sortie for these and the cabin boys we found above,"
Kickai smiled, "I need to weed out the best boys for those who will join
us."

"Why not use all of us?"  A boy who was chained upsidedown asked. He had no
clothes on.

Kickai went up to him. He was older than Kickai, this outspoken
one. "Because," Kickai started to rub up and down with his hand on the
older dude's dick and it grew slowly. "...I need to see who's weak and who
will have the stomach to do what I need them to do in order to defend me,
work for me, kill for me and even..."

"Die for you?"  The boy's dick grew so thick and large, cut but well veined
and long. It had pre cum dripping out.


"If need be," Kickai increased his rubbing. The other redhead boy watched
with his own growing excitement. "Only if need be."  He jerked until the
older boy shot a major load up in the air. Kickai opened his mouth and
caught it in there, "MMMM M, tastes good."

"Then I pass?"  The older boy asked. He had a nice expansive belly, with
some meat on it. Kickai liked it. But he liked all things belly and all
types of boys, a wide range was his.

Kickai whipped his knife out and the older boy thought he was a gonna. But
Kickai's strength undid the metal chains the boy fell over, from being in
that position for so long. "I thought..."  He huffed, trying to get up. "I
thought you were going to...going to..."  He could not stand yet, his legs
would not let him.

Kickai bent down and kissed him on the lips, "Not yet."

Here in this torture room was the little redhead, two other boys, the older
boy just freed, and others Farang, Binfo the next in line to be a pirate on
the ship but he made Fargel think he was about to try to outcaptain him and
was put in the torture room, Ami the dark slave who liked bayonets; Smof,
slave boy also, Jams, Ama, also dark, and others. Nakoi was black and Cuban
but with a blond afro. Another muscle boy was lean and tall, thin but no
fat on his body. He had blue eyes and short hair and an awkward, gangly
face yet he was not unattractive. Many in this room were older than Kickai
but that didn't ease their fear. They wouldn't let their guard down again
after the tortured to death allies and enemies they saw meet their end in
this room . Yoshi was another of the torturees. Another redhead was here
and he was about 22 years old. Dimtri and Maro filled out this group.

Kickai let the lips go after thrusting his tongue all the way down, "Let
them down. They will need their strength to return. Then we shall see."

"You are very kind," the older boy said, "Thank you."

Kickai laughed, "Did you hear that, Stefo? Kind? Me?"

"Sometimes you are," Stefo said, "Like the other night..."

"Get the others in there to feed them, and give them drink. I want..."
Kickai toured the room and felt up as many bellies and dicks as he could,
"...to get their strength back and then...we will see who will be the type
I need and who will not. They will all need to be trained...to kill one
another!"  Kickai laughed.



Act Three

In the cabin, watched by the surviving cabinboys, Sole stopped crying and
got off the floor. He went to the bed and tried to lay on his back.  Justin
felt his belly up and then tried to jerk him off to comfort him but Sole
pushed Justin's hand away. Justin looked downcast. "It'll be allright."

Sole nodded, "No, never again will it be...allright..."


"Well, there's nothing we can do."  Justin said.

Fey came forward, "He's right, IE2m one of the oldest here and I say we do
whatever that captain says. He seems better than Fargel anyway. NO fights
to the death or anything like that to lower our numbers."

"He...he," Sole turned around on the bed, to lie on his belly and put his
head on one of the pillows. "He called me a warrior."

Justin laughed, "You? A warrior?"

Fey reminded them, "He did save us."  Others in the room acknowledged this.

"But not even he knows how," Justin chided them, waving a hand, "Pure
instinct..."  Then he realized what he said.

"Precisely," Dylon said, his messed up sandy blond hair even more messed
up.

"I'm going to..."  Sole pouted, "I'm going to do it."

"Do what?"  Justin sat on the bed. He put a hand on Sole's bumpy back in
friendship.

"Kill that captain!"  Sole said.

"You?"  Justin stood up. "You can't kill anyone? You've proven that?"

"No," Lucas said, "He killed those on that metal ship."

"Pure luck and he didn't do it face to face, shoulder to shoulder, belly to
belly. He wasn't looking them in the eye when he killed them."  Justin
fought.

Sole turned over and slipped to the end of20the bed and let his legs hang
off, laying down still, "Justin, have you?"

"Wha? Kilt someone? Oh sure, I have, I have," Justin said and tried to
change the subject. "Well, then we can't let him get us killed too like he
got poor Haitian kid killed."

"What?" Sole stood up now, "I didn't get him killed. Justin if you killed
someone tell me what it's like."  Justin just stared at him. "Please," Sole
said earnestly. "I want to know if I will carry it out and do it. Kill that
bastard that killed Jaimiel. Mah poor Jaimiel."

Justin moved away, "Forget it! Forget it! Just forget it! You aren't going
to kill that captain! You can't even get near him!"


Sole followed him, "YOU'RE WRONG! I CAN GET NEAR HIM and when I do, I'm
gonna rip his belly button apart!"

Everyone stared at Sole. He said it really loud. They wondered if Oren,
Sodac, or Phall or all three heard this boast. "You are a trouble maker,
you'll get us all killed," Justin whispered, "And if you say it again, I
will tell on you, then maybe..."

Fey came over Justin, "You little whelp, you'll not tell on him or any of
us."

"Then you'll help me?"  Sole said, looking at Fey, ignoring Justin who
rolled his eyes.


I...I didn't say that. Those guys killed almost everyone in Fargel's crew
and that was no mean feat. They, I'd say, could kill us in a split second
if they wanted to."

"I just want one of them," Sole said, "The one who killed Jaimiel and
maybe..."

"That other one who first stabbed him? The one they call Sok?"  Jayfir
asked.

"Yeah," Sole said, unsure. "But I only need to know from any of you if you
find out, where the captain sleeps and where that fuck Sok is too at
night. I won't implicate any of the rest of you. I do have a plan."

"You're all crazy," Justin stated. He sat on another bed and pouted.

"But you won't give us away?"  Sole asked.

Justin looked meanly at him, then got lost in those blue baby eyes,
"Welllll, no. Allright, I wont' say anything but when you're all dead,
starting with you, I'll have more room in the bed to sleep, stupids."

"So then, as soon as we get any time out of here to stretch, eat or
anything, we all take notice of things, the layout of the new crew here,"
Sole said, "Then I'll get a knife up that monster bully Kickai's belly
cavern and gut that Sok character too."

Justin rolled his eyes again.



Act Four A 0


A week (or was it two or three? Hard to tell on this land) went by. The
boys mapped out the lay of the land in their heads. They took it all in and
discussed it as little as possible. Justin wanted nothing to do with it but
he took part in the sex of the cabin boys, bar Sole, who did nothing with
anyone. He also took part in the sex with the Kickai crew, mean spirited
almost rape like sex. He enjoyed it. While this went on, the training of
the survivors of the torture sessions of Fargel, the survivors of Fargel's
original crew (about seven), and the Fargel cabin boys went on. They were
trained to fight with various weapons, mostly spears or spear like devices,
knives or knife like devices and swords and sword like devices. Also
included were long swords, so long they were more like spears. Sole refused
to take part in these sessions but he did watch and they triggered more
flashbacks to what he thought were memories and he was correct : they
were. At times, he thought these were just his imagination. When Sole
refrained from the training, Justin and the others thought Kickai would
slay him then and there. To their surprise, Kickai just felt up Sole's
tits, dick, and belly button using his knife in all the areas, but not
pressing it in deep enough. Sole, after this session, had to run to a below
deck area and let loose a large wad of white sperm in a waterfall of gizz.

Sole cleaned Kickai's weapons. For he was trusted to enter Kickai's
cabin, and clean it, clean the swords, which when he felt them in his
hands, he felt them up and down as if they were a sexual organ. These also
triggered flashbacks. Memories. Glinting weapons piercing his sun burned
belly. In an arena of death. He died over and over again. This made no
sense to him as he knew he was alive. He didn't die, did he? Die he? Also
he saw what he didn't know were the trim bellies of former friends taking
it all in. And he seemed to have feelings in his arm, his hands, that these
parts of him had somehow used force to thrust said weapons into the gut
belly buttons of others. Other enemies. Other times? Other places? Sole
shook his head out of it. Kickai nearly called him Boy sometimes, Justin
called him Trouble, and others just avoided the whole issue. Sometimes he
was just called You, or Who, or even the Arrower who shot a metal ship down
all by himself. Kickai had summoned Justin by force to his cabin one night
and while he never forced sex on others and never had sex with Sole, he
made Justin jerk him, suck him and fuck him, then he did the same to the
white haired boy. Justin told Fey that he enjoyed it. Justin avoided
talking to Sole for this time.

Binfo, a former pirate for Fargel, was made a pirate for Kickai, he even
proved himself somewhat when Kickai took him over to a small island castle
to slay the chief that owned the castle. Sole thought it
 was a nice gesture because Kickai set all the women and children there in
that castle, all slaves who were forced to do things they didn't want to,
free. Maybe Kickai wasn't so bad after all. Yet in his mind, all Sole could
think about was the black boy who died ever so slowly saving his
life. Throwing himself infront of Sole's belly to take it into his own hard
black abs. Sole told himself often, "Kickai will die by my hand."  Fey now
joined Justin in thinking it was a bad idea. Their lives weren't so bad now
that Kickai and not Fargel was captain. Yet they all knew some plan of
Kickai's to make them fight each other was hatched and hatching. Kickai had
to "weed" out the non fighters and the weak. Justin was sure one would be
him. He bit his lip each time this plan was brought up. Sole knew he too
would die with a sword in his gut hole. Not that now it mattered. It
didn't. All that mattered now was to plunge a dagger into Kickai's
unsuspecting bare belly, plugging it into Kickai's own mattress on his bed
in his cabin at night. Sole knew everything about Kickai. Or so he
thought...

It was night. The night. Justin wasn't told when they were going to do
it. Sole, with Jayfir and Fey, snuck into the cabin. Happening to see them,
the guards, two Kickai men they had not really spoke to before, Bastar and
Goto thought Sole was th ere just to have sex with Kickai. Sole even told
them something to that effect, "Yeah, tonight's the night," he laughed when
the pair of guards looked at him, their spears getting a bit stiffer in
their hands at first when they saw Sole.




Jayfir smiled at the two guards, "And we're here to lend immoral support."

Jayfir is a tall cabin boy with a chain neck collar piece with large rings
which reach down to the chest, covering it. This same effect is had at the
wrists. Jayfir is also a redhead but skinny and cocky.

Fey is fey because he's fey. He is slight, bug eyed, and cute faced. He has
a wide open perfect smile and yet eyes that look swollen as if he did not
get sleep the night before, which he didn't. None of that made him
unattractive. His has large hips and flat belly in between.

"CapN had us," Bastar, an older pirate, who almost never washed, said, "Why
he needs the likes of you..."

Jayfir, who thought he was a tough guy said, "We shower and bathe?"

Goto laughed, "Go in. But we must first announce you to him..."

Sole smiled, "What a way to spoil the mood...can't you just let me in...?"

"Oh come on, you," Jayfir pushed Sole's chest, "You can't make me miss out
on this. I wanted the captain for so long..."

Sole nodded, "Yeah, me too."

"Stay out here, we'll make you ...happy..."  Goto said and he drew Fey to
him with an arm around the tall boy.

Jayfir looked at Bastar, who had become real hard at Jayfir's sarcastic
comment to him. "I will too."

Jayfir came close to him and put his hands on Bastar's shoulders, sliding
his arms up and his hands behind Bastar's head. He put his mouth real close
and breathed sexily as he spoke, "Yeah, alllll....righttttahhhh."

Fey nodded to Sole and the blond Sole snuck into the cabin door. Jayfir
banged Bastar up against a wall. Bastar laughed, "Shh, quiet, if he is
asleep, we'll wake him and..."

Jayfir kissed Bastar while at the same time taking a very small knife out
of his thong, "I'm sure with that hard blond boy in there...the captain
won't be sleeping..."

"...I was going to say if he's up, we'll disturb his thoughts..."




"He thinks? Of what? Killing? Of DOING THIS," Jayfir whispered and as he
said this he plunged the knife in an upper cut right into Bastar's belly
button, curving it in. As he did this, he also slapped a hand over Bastar's
slightly unshaven mouth. He could feel Bastar's scream quieted in his palm
and the air the dying one sucked in.

While this was going on, Fey20was taking his kill to the floor, was ontop
of him feeling up his sides and rubbing him. Putting his hands behind the
other guard, Goto's back. Goto was Asian but was dark and with thick
handsome lips. Fey took full advantage of this and covered his mouth with
his own mouth. He felt up Goto's body and as he did he removed Goto's own
large Klingon like knife and then suddenly Goto found Fey's body parting
from his. A nice hot belly button left Goto's belly button. Fey rose up
from the hips and this gave enough room for him to put his arm fully out
and jab the large knife into Goto's belly button and hit solid wood
beneath. Goto gasped but it wasn't loud and he gasped again but as he did,
Fey was back to kissing him deeply on the floor.

Contorted, Bastar's face was on Jayfir's shoulder. His eyes rolled. His
nose twitched. Jayfir enjoyed it as he plunged not only up Bastar's belly
button but he also plunged his own hips and dick, into Bastar's body too.
He made sure the knife did its work and when he was satisfied, he removed
it and his hand stayed on the mouth. Bastar let out another series of agony
sounding huffs, gasps, and jerking throat sounds. Jayfir watched as he took
knife out and then slowly removed his hand, as the guard slowly crumpled to
the floor. He smiled and turned to Fey who was kissing Goto as Goto expired
right in front of Fey's eyes, eyes to eyes. It was all so hot and they
found their sex grown to huge proportions. Bastar had cummed against
Jayfir's pressed into him belly and crotch. Fey shot a load into Goto as
Goto shot into him. "Come," Jayfir whispered.

Fey huffed away, spit between him and Goto's mouths, "I did," he
huffed. They got up together. Cum dripping. Fey held the large knife
tightly. Jayfir shook the knife in his hand and nodded in approval.

"He must be done now."  Jayfir stated.

"Yeah and so are they, and we," Fey smiled and felt up Jayfir's limping
dick. It jumped to slam bang attention again.

Jayfir put an arm around him, "Let's go see..."

They entered. What they saw chilled their very being. Sole stood over a
dark bed with a knife poised tightly in his hand, up to the ceiling. His
arm flexed ready to stab into the only thing on the bed that was lit: a
nice boy belly, bare, a waiting ridged round oval hole. Smooth belly all
around it. One move. Jayfir whispered, "You? What're you doing?"




"Do it," Fey whispered, his eyes wide in fascination and anticipation but
fear as well since if Kickai awoke, they'd be slain on the spot. This made
it even more exciting to him. His dick grew again and the wet cum and pre
cum as well as some dried made it feel stiff and harder than it was. Which
wasn't a problem as it grew
 even harder through the crust and his mushroom head parted with new pre
cum glistening. His stomach moved in and out with pressure as he felt
nervous.

Jayfir's body also expressed his fear and rising blood pressure.

Sole held the knife up and then moved it down. The point pressed toward the
belly button but hovered there. "I...I...I..."

"This isn't just about...you...kill him! Put it in there now!"

Sole held the knife but then withdrew it. He put it in a new way in his
hand, holding it with the blade point out his pinkie side. He raised it so
that he could plunge it downward in an arc instead of just underhanded. He
raised and then held it there and his throat stuck. His Adam's Apple rose
too and stuck there. He couldn't swallow. Fey shook his head. Jayfir went
behind Sole, "C'mon and slay him and let's get the fuck outta here
before..."

Fey took his large knife, the one that looked like a Klingon blade and he
shoved it deeply into the belly hole on the bed. The body rose up high to
meet it and because of it. It induced pain and a jerking meeting. But there
was little sound. Just a muffled gasp of some kind. Fey took joy in
pressing the body back down to the bed, which had some give in it. Up and
not out. Down again and down al the way into the bed and through the
matress. The body gave up and died real fast. The dick spurt from t he
darkness and hit Sole's bare chest. He recalled something like that
happened before. Some boy cam on his chest. A boy he slew, a boy he fucked,
or a boy he sucked or all three. His dick ran hot as the rest of him ran
cold. Fey pulled the knife out of the gut hole and looked down, "One cap'n
gone, or is that two now?"

"Actually that would be just one."  A lantern lit. Sole went wide
eyed. Someone in the room lit a lantern. In the shadows' running, Sole saw
a familiar figure holding a lantern.

Jayfir held Sole's shoulders from behind, "Fuck shit!"

"I did it, not them," Fey said.

It was Kickai that held the lantern and the Harley Cross looking sucker
laughed a solid jawed laugh. A smirk that rose the corner of one lip. "You
did it."

On the bed was another cabin boy, his mouth tied up with a bandana around
his neck and jawline. His bloody belly button was pushed through the bottom
of the bed. Before any more could be said, Kickai sprang forth and put a
long thin sword into Fey's belly button. Through his back. Fey bent over
and grabbed at his belly with his hand. He tried, with his other hand to
swipe at Kickai.



Kickai smiled, "Are you kidding, boy?"  Kickai took out a knife and cut Fey
from hip to hip and dropped it. He grabbed the
 knife from Fey's hand and whipped that into Fey's belly button too. Kickai
withdrew the sword and Fey blurted out a sound unlike any Sole or Jayfir
had ever heard. Kickai shoved the knife in deeper and the point popped. He
took it out and at the same time shoved the sword back in. He moved it
upward. "Upper cut."  He took it out and used the knife in a lower cut,
"Lower cut."  Each time stuck, Fey gasped out loud. "My guards dead?"

Fey nodded, "UUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUH!!!!"

"Good, they were of no use anyway, lazy laggards, hope they had good sex
before they were slain to the walls or the floors."

"DIDUHUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHLGGGGGGGGG! Nawwwwwffffgk!"  Fey fell
as Kickai finally let him. Cum stuck between Fey's exposed (it FALANGGGONED
out as he was being stabbed by Kickai over and over) dick and Kickai's
belly and knee like a spider web, which finally, refusing, had to
break. The cum parted and Kickai bent over and kissed Fey's mouth and the
spit clung to him as Fey's had clung to Goto's only moments before. Kickai
stood.

Kickai turned to Jayfir and Sole, "Now, for you two...."

TO BE CONTINUED....



EPILOG:

Kickai: You realize you both are going to die....

Sole: Very very very slowly, I imagine...

Jayfir: Please do it now and make it...very20very very slowly...

Kickai: You feel every second of it agonizingly. (He moved toward them
both!)