Date: Tue, 29 Jul 2008 09:15:07 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO   88

On the island:

"Ami," Binfo stated, "You are next."

Ami looked at him as a muscle man handed him the bayonet he always liked to
fight with, "Me?"

"Yes, no one that is not a team player can be exempt..."

"Who am I fighting?"  Ami asked, swinging the bayonet.

"Him!"  Kickai pointed to Binfo.

"What???"  Binfo was handed a curved sword.

Ami laughed. "Get on with the betting so we can get on with the belly blood
lettin," Kickai laughed.

The betting went on and on and so did, while the betting went on, the
foreplay between Ami and the crowd and between Binfo and the crowed, but
Binfo was shocked that he was taken into the arena. He thought he was as
good as one of the crew. Durango watched from the sidelines. He
smirked. Leaning on a spear was Farang, another up and coming cabin boy. It
began.

Ami swung his large sword but Binfo ducked and hit Ami from behind but he
didn't realize it was with the flat part of his sword. Ami turned fully and
cut Binfo's legs from the front, his lower legs but as Binfo realized he
was going to get it, he moved back a bit so the sword did little damage,
mere cuts. Ami moved in and backed the larger Binfo away. Yet Ami used his
head first routine to come at Binfo, swinging his sword.=2 0Binfo jumped
back but then jumped forward to meet his sword with sword. The clanging
began anew. Binfo laughed as he made Ami stumble, hitting his sword and
pressing him. Ami fell but as Binfo made a move toward him, Ami kicked up
and Binfo fell over Ami who raised his sword upright so that the point
stuck Binfo in the belly button. Gravity did the rest and Binfo saw that
point just before it entered his button, for he was looking down. He fell
and the sword fell up through him. He landed belly to belly on Ami but Ami,
even with the sword now angled, kept it up in the larger man. Ami jerked it
about and jerked his left shoulder up to knock Binfo off him. As Binfo
fell, Ami angled the sword to keep it in him.

Binfo gasped and then with a quick huff died. It was over quicker than the
others. Ami stood and raised his arms. Kickai collected his coinage. With
smiles.




Farang was hushed forward by the muscle men of Kickai's crew and he had a
long thin spear. His opponent a long haired muscled blond came forward with
a thin slit for a belly button. They began immediately for Kickai grew
tired of the silly foreplay of spears through loin cloths and up aside
dicks, rubbing them into full thickness. Farang was dark and smaller but he
moved faster. The long haired guy was big and tall and he moved almost as
fast. Yet he acted superior. Kickai bet on the taller guy this time. He
usually bet on smaller fighters for he himself was=2 0smaller and he knew
that any small well trained, well toned quick fighter, regardless of age
could beat any overly proud, muscled, older man who thought little of
opponents. This time he bet against the grain. He shouldn't have. For
within minutes Farang made the older long haired blond tired and huffing
for breath. "Will you stay still so I can slay you?"

Farang stopped moving and said, "Okay, go for it?"  But when he stopped he
just jutted his spear into the tall guy's belly, which was open when he
rested his spear downward for a moment. "Damn! Them's hard belly abs
muscles!"

"The best, they see, they stop the spear in your weak and puny hands and
arms! Get muscles like mine and..."  The blond didn't know that Farang was
just holding the spear there, in his navel. Now the smaller kid pushed it
with two hands on the spear. It pierced the navel and encompassed the slit
and made a new rounder hole there.  The blond was talking but gagged,
"and....GRRNNNNNUNNNTTTT!
GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAEWWWWWWWWEWWLLLLLLAKARE!"

"DIE," Farang stated as he pushed, "Nice muscles though."  His hands and
even the vibrations running along his arms made him feel the spear puncture
as it reveled through the back wall of one tight belly button muscle. "Well
toned is right and you damn near perfect!"  Farang's dick flopped out the
right leg
 hole of his yellow open loin cloth and spat. Once. Twice. Three times. A
fourth giant load. Machine gun like, it emptied a large blob of gism over
and over.

The blond put his arms out then gripped the spear and he joined in in
sticking himself...his own belly. He whirled it. "That good! Man, never
feel anything like it again."

Farang helped turn it in and whirl it, twisting from his end, "Never feel
anything AGAIN, FUCKER!"  The blond's dick was up his belly out of his
upper loin cloth and it spat too, a nice fountain of youth spraying up his
belly button, past it and to his chest, chin, and beyond, firing lobs past
his shoulder and up to his face. Covering his face in whiteness. Farang
then heaved the spear all the way in up to the end and let go to
watch. "That's some handiwork, man."

The blond gagged and couldn't talk. "Got me good."  He backed up a few
steps and his dick spat until it could no more. Still it stayed up and
cumming or just up actually. Thick and engorged though empty! He looked
down, "Get it offa me now, lemme die."

Kickai yawned.

Farang leaned in and had some trouble finding enough of the spear now to
grip it out. But he reached into the flesh a bit and found the spear. The
blond could only look at him. He tried to move his hands to the kid but the
pain made him wince and throw his head back and
 fling his arms behind him. "Can't bear it anylongerrrrrrrahhhhh!"


"Hold on, I'll help ya," Farang found the spear and got his fingers around
the end. Eventually he was able to pull the spear totally out again in one
quick move...after getting his grip on it. Watchers from behind them only
saw the dangling spear out the blond's back quickly zip out of sight by re
entering the body from the back and go out his front!!!! The blond yelled
and jerked around, finally falling to his knees and then falling from his
hips. He died that way jerking some more but nothing came out for his
entire large load was already all over his face, chest, chin, and belly.

"Next," Kickai said.

Cron came up to him, "First, you owe me money."

Kickai snorted, and looked into the air, troubled, "So I do. And a man's
betting and paying his debts is first and foremost."  He threw his coins at
Cron, who caught them against his chest and laughed. "Now, anyone else I
owe money to?"

Stefo, Lokeen, Morcan, and Mall stepped forward. Kickai snorted again,
"Damn! That's why they call it gambling. Muscle dudes, get that long haired
blond outta there and put him on the beach with the other
bodies. And...next...?"

A muscle man had his hands on the scrawny shoulders of a skinny but filled
out stomach-ed boy who looked afraid. The blue eye d boy with sandy blond
hair on one side of his head and jet black hair on the other, parted in the
middle all the way down, with a mullet in back, had a knife in his hand.
He swallowed. Another muscle man pushed a redhead, who had blue eyes
also. This redhead who had a long tail in back of his hairline to his neck
and beyond, had a knife in his hand too and his belly was more filled out,
more meaty but equally sexy. Both boys were pushed into the arena, both
nervous. Both tender. Kickai sat up and took notice. The boys moved around
each other carefully, neither wanting to get started. Kickai nodded to
Lokeen who shot two arrows one after the other. The first arrow nudged past
the side of the redhead while the second nicked the side of the blond,
neither boy getting more than a scratch but the message was clear: get
fighting or get arrowed in the side and die slowly. Kickai said as much to
them. The boys avoided using the knives so they ended up in a wrestling
match. One grabbed the other around the waist, the knife in his hand but
against the other's hip. The redhead had grabbed the semi blond. The
musclemen stood back and laughed. When the blond shook off the redhead, he
bumped into the muscle man that had held him. The man grabbed him and
shoved him back toward the blond. The blond tried to grab the redhead
around the waist but the redhead kicked him back. Kickai slumped, "What is
this? Stab each other or something."  Th e blond seemed to nod to the
redhead and then grabbed him around the arms, trying to force him back. He
then threw him and as the redhead blew into the muscle man, at the last
second, he turned around and jabbed his knife into the muscle man's thick
belly button. He shoved it in with a grunt of animalistic victory. He
pulled it out fast and the muscle man sank down, his eyes wide, his mouth
an O of shock and pleasure. As he got low, the redhead whipped out his dick
and put it into the mouth and shot a load. He pulled back to let the muscle
man fall onto his face with a cum filled mouth and a grump of "Oafffff!"
To his death.




The blond smiled and the redhead's belly shook with muscles as he got up
and faced his opponent. They circled and then locked arms in a head
gripping arm to arm lock, hands sliding across each other's elbows
finally. They were evenly matched and moved around the arena in a
grip. Biceps flexed and triceps strained. The knives were still in their
hands. The redhead, having used his, grew impatient to use it again. Kickai
sensed this and looked at him, "He's the one. I'm glad I bet on him. Soon
he'll have that desire to want that thang in his hand in his goodlooking
opponent. Then this wrestling carp will end and so will the contours of the
blond's belly button."

The redhead swiped away and broke free, hitt ing the blond across his belly
but as the blond backed off, he only received a long thin line of a cut
from hip to hip, a cut which rose up and got his button which was extended
far above the hip line. He looked at the redhead with a look of
accusation. The redhead smiled and shrugged but then in a desperate attempt
to ease his desire to let out someone's guts, yelled and came at the
blond,dripping cum from his dick. The blond gasped and ducked. He then
grabbed the boy again in the same way but this time, he overturned the arms
so that the redhead's upper body twisted. His lower half had to follow and
the redhead was soon facing the ground. The blond put an elbow into the
bony back and the redhead fell. He was on all fours. The blond got behind
him in a wrestler mode and wrapped both arms around the redhead's arms. He
also put his legs between the redhead's legs and forced his lower torso
toward the ground. The redhead tried to resist and indeed he kept his
buttox area up but the blond's forced him downward ever so slowly. The
wrestling match was cumming to an end. The blond got his whole front ontop
the redhead's back and the redhead could feel the rising dick of the semi
blond, semi black haired boy against his bony back. It grew slowly and
seemed timed to the sinking of the redhead's upper body. As he sank, the
redhead felt the blond's knife hand leave his arms and point the point of
that metal knife up at his navel. The blond was now sinking the redhead's
ample belly toward the knife point. The redhead's belly, filled and meaty,
moved at it. Finally it met it. The knife went in and the blond jerked his
wrist so that it entered more fully and with more speed. The redhead, in
the body of the other boy, for the body of the blond boy was over his
backside, jerked and jerked the blond with him. The blond didn't let go but
rode the boy as the boy under him used the pain to make himself get up a
bit. The blond's feet left the ground but he stayed a saddle the
redhead. He jerked the knife in and now he used both hands. "Dinna wanna
man, you force me tah!"

Legs kicking, and grunts telling the tale of his full strength enacted
against the blond's full body hold, the redhead gasped, "Noawww!"  The
redhead toppled down and the blond was up on him. The knife was fully into
the meaty belly button and the blond took no chances. He swished it around
a good number of times. The redhead moved and thrashed, creating the
blond's dick slush pile. The blond came on the back of the redhead and the
redhead below him made a new pond of white goo beneath, before expiring
with a rush of air out his mouth and collapsing from struggling flexed
youthful warrior to a still, dead victim. The blond laid on him for a bit
longer and four to six more gyrations eekked out and he couldn't control
them. A few he could c ontrol but the majority were just involuntary
motions to the great feeling his dick had. His chest nippled against the
redhead's freckled back and the hot wind felt great against his entire
chest and lower sides, "It's great to be alive."  Weary, he finally got up
and as he did, rolled the dead redhead aside, pulled the knife out and held
it up, his bicep flexed to the max. A redhead's belly hole was left open
and deeper than ever. The boy nodded. Kickai shut his eyes.




"Damn. Another bet I lost."  Kickai nodded back to the blond, semi black
haired boy, "You are good. Welcome."

"Thank you sir," the blue eyed semi blond, semi black haired boy nodded to
him, a twinkle in his eyes.

 "I want to see him fight again," Kickai said.

"And you..."  Stefo pointed. Ama was pushed forward. He was tall lean boy
with wide hips but six ab-ed stomach. Washboard effect. His veins stood out
on his well formed arms and his lower belly. He came forward with a
straight saber sword. The blond turned and used his spear. He raced at the
belly button of Ama, which had a kind of curl upward with an upper slit
just above the curl. It almost looked like two belly buttons.

The blond yelled, "I'm ready, I'm hot and ready!"

Ama smirked and hit the spear down with the sword. The blond fell and skid
ding, landed just under Ama's sword point. It pointed at the button and
moved down. Ever so slowly. The blond put his hips up to try to get away,
inch by inch backward.

"That was short," Kickai smiled, "Glad I bet on the new one."

But the blond kneed Ama's sword to one side and rolled to the other, away
from the sword. He lifted his spear back up and flung it at Ama. It missed
and Ama ducked. Startled by the move, Ama recovered as quick as possible
and moved at the weaponless blond. He put his sword out. The blond moved
back but Ama was fast and had his point at the blond's chest in no time.

"Not very good is he?"  Lokeen came closer to Kickai's chair. The sound of
the waves of the water hitting the beach filled the air as the boys huffing
came to a close. Or they held in their breathing.

Ama smiled as he moved to the blond. "You've given more trouble than I
thought even for this short a time."

"I try my best but I..."  The blond failed, "I ...failed."

"It wasn't fair of them to make you fight so soon after you slew that red
head."  Ama moved the sword point to the blond's pecs and toward his left
nipple and then his right and then down further beneath the pec middle. To
his upper abs.

"That mean you gonna give me a second chance?=E 2




"Let's see, I think so...."  He moved the sword away, "...that NOT!" On NOT
Ama shoved the sword hard into the belly button and devoured it. Or rather
the button devoured the sword, taking it all the way in as Ama shoved and
got close up all at once. He hugged the boy's back with his free hand and
shoved some more. The boy bent and groaned. Ama shoved in some
more. "You're thoroughly hot!"

"Ohhhhhhh, why?"  The blond said, not knowing why.

"Feels good, that's why, I like this and by the look of your bod, so do
you."

"No, but I be free now."

"Well, your dick tells a different story. You DO LIKE IT. ENJOY!"  Ama
shoved sideways and the boy went with it. He then arched to try to get
off. "Hey, boy, die like A MANNNNNNN!"  Ama pulled the sword all the way
out, leaving the blond no time to react. He just stood there, dying slowly
from belly button pain. His abs flexed and unflexed. Ama didn't wait. He
shoved the sword back in and wiggled. The blond's body shook and
wriggled. Ama unplugged it and stabbed again. The boy fell and tried to
curl up from being on his back. Sword implanted in his belly button
vertically shoving down. He did one last curl up, a crunch onto the sword
and then shaking, his body jerked violently once last time and suddenly
went death ly still all at once while he also gave up a last long huff,
sigh. Ama waved his sword and walked around the arena in pride to show off
his strength.

"Not fair of us?"  Kickai stood up, "Glad I bet on ya this time. Glad you
slew him but that comment. Now you fight..."

"COME ON! BRING IT ON! I'LL SLAY ALL OF THEM! MERE BOYS AGAINST A REAL MAN,
ME!"

"I think I like him," Stefo said.

"And he never says that about anyone," Kickai told Lokeen,who shook his
head in acknowledgment.

Smof comes out and his navel looked like it had three belly buttons inside
one big one. In a way it looked like the Martian warrior war machines from
the movie / book WAR OF THE WORLDS, three eyes inside a big button. Smof
stretched and ran in with his sword, "Big talk for a little warrior."  Smof
was the same size it should be told, as Ama but he huffed and ran to Ama,
soon clanging swords with Ama. This afforded Ama exercise for his sword,
cleansing it of bellybutton shards from the blond he just laid out dead. As
they crossed swords and leaned in close to each other, Ama kissed Smof and
Smof kissed him back hard, backing off at first and then smacking his mouth
onto Ama's. They parted just as violently and pushed against each
other. Ama reached out and pulled Smof's loin cloth so that it hurt his
balls and Smof knelt down in pa in. Ama then looked at Smof's navel but
only to implant his sword in it and this he did, in and out quick. Smof
looked at his navel. "Oh my....my nav...my belly button, you got me this
fast....I don't believe...."

Ama stabbed him again, "Now do you?"

Smof looked up and stretched his chest out. "Oh...doo I what? You kilt
me..."


"Doo you believe it? That you lose, fucker?"  Ama smiled and shook his
sword in Smof's middle. "Die like the last loser....die...." Ama said this
and got up real close to Smof, and to do so he had to slowly put his sword
into Smof's thick belly. He felt the boy's hips rub against his left side
and it felt good. Smof thought so too. The pain, the rubbing, the bare skin
against bare skin. The wind on his bare body.

"Thank you for this," Smof said as Ama dropped him using the sword, which
now slanted upward from Smof's bare belly. Smof tried to bare it. He was on
his knees and then he pulled back, got himself off the sword.

"Hey! What'd you think..."  Ama followed with his sword and stabbed Smof
through again and this time he slanted the sword from on low to a major
upward slant, "I'm the one who finishes it..."

Smof's dick shot out his loin cloth, "Whataway to win!!!! Cheater!"

"Any way the job gets
 cummed off...."  Ama laughed as Smof's load parted from his dick's
lips. Ama's dick leaked sugary pre cum from his dick....mostly clear but
thick for pre cum. Ama then straightened the sword in Smof and shoved and
shoved up to the hilt. He got a good grip and turned it and while he did,
he also turned his back to Smof, who shot more of a load on the bare back
of Ama. Smof fell off the sword anyway and fell onto his back, his legs
kicking out from under his knees. He tried to protect himself with his
hands and arms, covering his belly but Ama used his feet and sword point to
keep Smof pointed sky up, belly up. He stabbed him again and shoved it all
around, "No way left to go but death, Smof. Feel it, go with it, go for it,
and leave already, no one wants you here, no one even bet on you....!!!"

"Hey, I did," Cron said, his hand up sheepishly. The other pirates looked
at him.

"Fuck you alllllllllllllllllllllllll....guh...owofff."  Smof died.

"So much for eager bravado," Kickai snorted, "Next?"

"Can I take a break?"  Ama stated, "All kidding aside, I'm tired..."

Kickai rolled his eyes, "Yes...."  Ama relaxed. "You ARE tired but now you
fight that Chink one..."

Yoshi came forward with a sword, "I'm Japanese and so address me as such,
you litt le pecker for a captain."

A muscle man shoved Yoshi's neck down, putting a hand to the back of the
neck and shoving down, Yoshi almost kissing the sandy floor of the ancient
arena. Stefo yelled, "No one speaks to the captain that way...!!"

Kickai smiled, "Stefo, and you muscle dunderhead, leave him be. I like
him. I like his way. Let him up."




"I thought you liked me..."  Ama seemed genuinely hurt.

"Die off," Kickai snorted and waved. Yoshi was shoved into the arena.
Kickai shrugged, "At least I hope you die off, cause I bet on that yellow
boy. And I don't mean the color of his almost on loin cloth!"

"He's not funny," Ama snorted now.

"No, he not."  Yoshi was bushy silk short cropped hair with some bangs and
some over his ears like sideburns. He was slender with a button that looked
like a curled slinky that STUCK OUT from a shallow innie. A part innie and
part outtie. It also looked a bit like a crab claw from the front, if you
were facing such a thing, again from in a sort of sandy beach pit
navel. "Ama, don't worry. I'll make it fast for you..."

Ama put his sword up, "I may be tired, Yosh-pie but I'm not gonna let you
make mince meat outta this tremendously hot belly eye..."

"That's awful poetry,8 0 Yoshi circled him.

"Well, are we gonna talk or are we gonna fight?"  Ama said and hit Yoshi's
sword with his own. The pair began to fight.

On the pirate ship:

Sole and Justin were making sounds as if they were fighting or having
sex. And maybe they were...doing both. The noise couldn't be ignored.  Many
pirates broke in and grabbed them and hauled them out to the open
area. Leoni and Oren were trying to decide what to do with them. They
weren't supposed to survive the day and the night on the mast like that.

Sole was eyeing a Huron spear for some reason. It seemed to entrance
him. He wanted it. He saw it pass a number of hands until Phall ended up
having it. The spear. It meant a lot to him for some reason.

Oren asked Leoni, "Sir, about these two--the ceremony of freedom?"

Justin mumbled, "Freedom sounds good to me."

"Yes." Leoni smiled, "It's why we fed them, not for any good reason."

Sole looked, "That didn't sound good to me."  The two were lead to a mass
of crewboys around a center square.



Leoni looked, "Make them indulge in the ceremony. And when one is dead--the
other may go free."

Sole smirked, "And that did not sound good at all to me."

Leoni added, "If they make any menacing moves with their swords other than
on each other--have everyone aim spears at them and kill them instantly."

Oren went and gave Sole his sword and knife. Sodac handed Justin a FI, the
half star knife and a Swoc, the sword which could be held in the middle or
from either end--and which had two sharp points at each end. Both were
pushed by many spear points to stand atop a large upraised wooden
rectangle--a storage cover. Some of the crew, busy manning the ship and its
sails, looked down to enjoy. Others stopped to watch the fight and
discontinued their work altogether.  Deftly, Sole and Justin knocked
swords.

Sodac, the Filipino like boy pointed his spear at them,

"Fight for real! Fight or die!"

Justin mumbled, "We'll have to make it look better than this."

Sole banged his sword harder, "Die!"

Justin deflected it, quickly out the Fi in his belt sheath, and held Sole's
wrist with the hand that drove a knife at him, "Don't get so
overenthusiastic! Not really real!"  The pirate boys were all booing and
hissing but that changed as Sole forced himself on Justin in a more
threatening manner.

Sole pressed against him, chest to chest, "Don't you trust me?!?"  The
jeering and cheering noise gave them cover to talk but not to stop
fighting.

"Oh sure," Justin says, "Look where you got us! I'm really gonna kill
you!!!!!"



TO BE CONTINUED....