Date: Wed, 30 Jul 2008 16:54:18 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO  89

"What are those fools doing? Battling in an arena. Watching. Pirates
watching other hopeful pirates battling as some kind of test that they bet
on? How BC of them. Sole? Where are you? Aoi? Pare? Two boys in trouble on
the pirate ship. You need to help them? Are you on that ship or in the
arena? I can't see you. You see, I'm in trouble where I am and I have only
just managed to boil into this pot some magic tanna leaves. I doubt the
Spaniards who have me on this Armada will allow me to continue and hang me
if they find out I'm doing any magic. Anyway that stupid Arab time tunnel
doused most of my most powerful magic. I cannot even contact the Seer or
anyone else. I'm not even sure that...oh just a moment, one of those fools
Conquistadors wants his chicken soup...imagine, out of my magic pot!"

Dylon, from the sidelines, watched fearfully as Yoshi faced Ama. Dylon was
flanked by three other musclemen one of whom held his upper arms behind
him. A black boy named Nakoi was next to him being held in similar fashion.
They could feel the men's penises who held them close, rubbing on their
bare back through ultra tight speedos.

Yoshi looked at Ama, "Ama, I don't really want to do this but..."

"You have to. Or rather you have to die," Ama said as he met Yoshi's sword
with his own, "For I have to do this to prove my worth t o the pirates."

"They..."  Yoshi backed away a bit but then charged Ama again and they
clanged swords, circling as their swords met. "They...they are crazy you
know..."

"Not really. They want the best."

"But if they keep us killing at each other like this, there'll be none of
us left..."  Yoshi grit his teeth and moved at Ama again. Ama ducked and
Yoshi's sword swished through air. Ama swung at Yoshi so he hopped back and
Ama dove his arm at Yoshi, extending his arm out so as to allow his sword
to meet Yoshi's chest or stomach first. Yoshi jumped sideways and avoided
it, uses his free arm to hold Ama's sword arm and he shook that arm until
the sword was dropped. Yoshi then backed away.




Kickai frowned, "What's HE DOING???YOU, WHAT'RE YOU DOING??!! KILL HIM!"

Yoshi nodded to Ama, "Go on, pick, pick it up," he huffed, tired.

Ama looked at him suspiciously but didn't hesitate beyond that. He
scrambled for his sword and picked it up. Kickai moaned and closed his
eyes, "I want to change my bet!"

"You can't do that," Stefo laughed, "You know you can't."

"Christmas," Kickai put his hand to his eyes, "That yellow one doesn't
really want to kill Ama. I thought he was just lying, drawing Ama o ut into
the open with his belly open so he could open his belly."

"Do you hear yourself?"  Stefo laughed.

"Mind your manners Stefo, if you intend to keep your guts in your gut."

Stefo swallowed and gulped. Kickai even though he was shorter than Stefo
and younger, could kill Stefo and he knew it. He remained quiet. Banter was
not something Kickai was interested in.

Kickai yelled out, "All I wanna see is one of you stabbed and the other
victoriously happy."

Nakoi looked. He was the black kid with the long belly button. Musclemen
were all around him, for he was next up. Yoshi gasped out as Ama attacked
him again.

"Did you...huff huff...hear him, he...huff...he doesn't care about us,"
Yoshi said as he countered Ama's every move with his sword, "He just
wants...puff puff...one of usssss, to die."

Ama hit against Yoshi's sword, trying new moves and swings to get his point
into Yoshi. "What's the alternative? Die? Both of us will be kilt."

"What if we attack them..."

"They'll slay us dead...this way one of us gets to live..."

"I guess so," Yoshi's sword fell to the ground.


Ama pointed his sword at the still and rapidly stiffening Yoshi. "Did
you...?"

"Did he?"

9 CDo it on purpose? Drop my sword?"  Yoshi stuck his belly button out by
sticking his stomach out at the sword, "You'll never know now will you?"

"N' it doesn't matt tah as you'll be..."  Ama rushed Yoshi but as he did
Nakoi yelled to them.

"NO! Yoshi! NO!"  Nakoi screamed, "Don't let em!!!"

Yoshi's eyes darted to Nakoi. They had been lovers in bed many times on the
seas. He was sweating and he heard in Nakoi's voice more than just a sex
partner. He loved him. Yoshi's hands darted out and flat handed, he grasped
the sword. Ama's smiling face dropped into a surprised look and then with
renewed vigor and ambition, Ama pressed. Yoshi felt the nip of the sword
dig into his navel, his rounded curly affair. But struggling he was able to
move the sword back and then guided it with his hands upward. It went
upward and he pushed, making it sail out of Ama's hands altogether. Ama's
belly and Yoshi's belly were now face to face. Ama faked a fall and reached
down fast and picked up a fallen knife and came back up ready to plunge it
into Yoshi's lower belly under his navel. Yoshi saw this and grabbed Ama's
wrists and turned them in on Ama's own navel. He plunged and the knife
point dug deep into Ama's own navel. In anger, and without control, Yoshi
stuck it all the way in up to the hilt and
 then some. He yelled like Bruce Lee. Then Yoshi moved back and shook his
head, sweat coming off it like a St Bernard in the rain. He then noticed
his handiwork and steeled his jaw as he watched...




Ama feel for the hilt buried in his belly. The knife gone into his navel
tunnel. Ama looked shocked. He looked accusingly at the pirates, first
Kickai, who smiled. Then at Stefo and the others. At the muscle men who
shook their head, knowing the feeling Ama must have...happy he was having
it. Ama didn't look happy but for a few seconds he looked...pleased and
sexually enjoyable. His bare hips flung to the sky. He moaned and shook
with himself. He seemed to wrestle with an invisible man. The hilt was
still there. Ama touched it and held it, wondering if he should dig it out
or leave it there. Holding it, made his belly move up at it and it hurt him
some more. "OOOOOOHHHHHHHNOOOOOOOOOOOOYAGAYAA!"  His voice made feminine
sounds as well as masculine sounds and a mixture of both at the same time
at various moments. Yoshi's dick erupted even though he tried to hold it
back. He didn't want to cum at this moment. He felt ashamed of
himself. Nakoi called to him but he wouldn't make eye contact. Nakoi ran to
him and pulled his chin up so he had to. He nodded to him, "You had to."

"Did I?"  Yoshi asked. "Really?"

"Them two," Kickai pointed and waved as the pair were deeply kissing.

"Huh?"  They both turned.

"You two, fight, I wanna see you two fight and one of you win to be my
privates...I mean my private bodyguard."

"His private body guard?"  Nakoi said, "Kill me now."

"I know I wouldn't want to be..."

"No, Yoshi, I mean kill me now. Really."

"What? NO way!"

"C'mon you have to or you'll end up like that..."

Near them, Ama was on his side, moving and bucking, his hands now on the
ground instead of the hilt of the knife. He grunted and groaned and moaned,
sometimes sounding happy in it. Yoshi went to him and put his hand on the
knife, "Ama! I'm...I'm...so so sorry..."  Yoshi bent down on knees. Nakoi
was behind him.

Ama jerked onto his back, "Fuck you, chink! Fuckkkkkkkkkkowwww!"

"No," Yoshi put his hands on the hilt, "I..I'm sorry. I can end..."

Ama smiled up at him, his eyes already glazing, "It's not that bad. If it
weren't for you...I wouldn't....wouldn't feel this good. It really is
awesome. Awe cum...."  Yoshi put his left arm behind Ama's bare back to
hold him as he shook himself off the ground, back up. Ama cam and shot onto
Yoshi's yellowish belly, drippin g it all over his navel, amid a round of
muscled abs. "Right in my nav...it feels so great until....nnnnyygah. Until
fucking THIS..."




Then he huffed his last and Yoshi let go and the youth fell.

"Okay drag him out, musclemen, and put him in your food bin if you
desire..."  Kickai stood up now, "And NOW!"  He was becoming very angry now
and frustrated, wet with sweat all over. Dribbling sweat from chest to his
deep six belly button.

Lokeen asked, "Captain does that mean they are cannibals?"

"Of course, I've known the musclemen on this island for years...almost was
one of them myself...they cooperate with me very well..."  He waved his
hands as if to demonstrate.

The musclemen circled Nakoi and Yoshi, who stood up, cum dripping off his
navel into his lower regions. Cum of his now dead opponent. He had to hide
the fact that it felt good to be alive while his enemy died in his arm. He
felt some kind of pride which he tried to swallow and hide. Nakoi watched
as musclemen pushed he and Yoshi together, giving Yoshi a sword. Nakoi had
one too.

"Now fight or die..."  Kickai nodded. Lokeen pointed a bow and arrow at the
arena. The mulatto also did. "Both of you at the same time."

"We have no choice."  Nakoi said.

Yoshi grit his teeth, "Make it look good.

Nakoi hit Yoshi's sword, "Move it, chink!!!!"

Yoshi was surprised as Nakoi swung swiftly at his chest, "Okay, that's the
way to make it look that way!"

"Shut up and die!"  Nakoi yelled. Kickai nodded at the mulatto and the
ribby Lokeen to lower their arrows. They slowly obeyed. Kickai smiled.

"Okay but I can't just stand still and let you..."  Yoshi shoved his sword
at Nakoi's long long outtie but found his sword knocked away a bit. Nakoi
head butted him and Yoshi fell back onto his bare back. He tried to get up
but found the point at his navel. "Okay, now do it!"

"No," Nakoi yelled, "What now?"

"You must," Yoshi whispered at the same time Kickai yelled it. "Or die."


"I...I will...I will be the one to die..."

"DIEEEEEEEEE!"  Yoshi reached up as Nakoi bent toward him to finish saying
this and with two hands, grabbed Nakoi's hilt and shoved. The point into
his bellybutton. Yoshi pushed and bent upward as hard as possible. He felt
the metal dish right into his very being. His navel obliterated, gone
inside him, pushed deep. He thought he could feel it going out his buttox
and then he could give no more. He started to slowly back down, his back
moving toward the ground again. His hands still on the hilt. "MEEEE I0M the
ONE to DIE! I die!"

Nakoi was stunned, the hilt in his hand but the hands of Yoshi still
gripped onto the side bars. Nakoi could feel the sword end inside his
lover's button and beyond as Yoshi pushed it inside him. Nakoi didn't know
what to do, hold onto it and help slay his lover or let go and try to stop
it or pull it out somehow...he gripped it and tried to do just that. But
Yoshi grabbed it harder and pulled it back, with such force...Nakoi's force
in the opposite way made Yoshi pull it into himself with such force, he was
unaware of how it would PELT right into his guts even more and out his bare
back. He collapsed with a loud huffing sound and huffed to a slow
breathing...

"Kill me..." Yoshi suffered, "I'm
really....really....not...enjoy...nnngggguttt, thisssssahhhhhhhhfuck!"

Kickai made his crewboys chant, "KILL! KILL! KILL!"

"KIll! KILL! KILL!"  The crew yelled to Sole, who had knocked Justin off
him, onto his back. Sole stood and waited for Justin to get up.

On this pirate ship, a similar scene was taking place as Justin and Sole
were made to fight against each other by the pirates Kickai left
there...and...

Justin puffed, "No way out of this unless I..."

"Kill me. Go ahead."  Sole puffed hot air out, "It's the only way you can
help those two young boys away from these monster pirates."C2

"No,no way out unless, unless I kill myself," Justin turned his own sword
on himself.






...meanwhile below deck on what was Kickai's ship (taken from Fargel),
Rube, the dirty crewman, went back to Morcai and Awry, "Cap'n and almost
all officers gone to kill Fargel. Now is our time to have at de lads."

Awry, smaller and redlocked, frowned, "I don't know. You know what he'll do
to us if they tell. Its one of the only offenses he can kill us for without
starting a mutiny."

"What about ya, Morcai?"  Morcai only shrugged.

Rube produced from behind his back a mug of liquor, "This will warm ya's
up."



"...out unless, unless I kill myself," Justin turned his own sword on
himself. The point began a long deep dive into his own navel...

"No," Phall yelled and aimed his spear. Suddenly he couldn't move it any
higher. "Wha? Weighs a ton."  Some pirates around him laughed and told him
he was just weak.

Sole looked, coldly appreciating, "They don't have the ability to throw
their spears for the moment."

"Evil Magic of some kind? Friend of yours???"  Justin was stunned but
recovered quickly and turned the sword away from his own belly button,
feeling a bit disappointed that it wouldn't go GUT HIM IN any longer, "At
least they don't now have a way to stop US! Let's give them bac k what
they've been dishing out!"

Relying heavily on the spears, which seemed to weight ten tons, the crew
didn't know what to do as they were taken by surprise, at least at
first. Holding it in the middle, Justin dug his Swoc deep into a dark boy's
bare belly and popped it past his spine, out his back with innards on its
point. Behind him in an instant was a bare India type boy with a raised
dagger. As Justin pulled the Swoc out of the dark boy he jabbed the boy
behind him with the Swoc's other deadly end. Sole kicked a boy off his
front and saw what he wanted---Phall's hand with the Huron spear that was
his.




Lect, muscular and bigger than Sole, jumped on his back, both dropping his
own sword and forcing Sole down from the waist. Sole managed to stay on his
feet but wouldn't for long as Lect applied all his weight on Sole. Sole
reached for his own holstered knife but Lect saw this and moved closer to
the holster side and instead of being directly behind Sole now, he was more
to his left. Lect forced Sole's hand to stay down, keeping it pressured to
the holster scabbard. He wouldn't let Sole pull the blade out but he didn't
count on the blond boy's great strength which came from some inner spirit
of warrior. Lect's other hand held Sole's neck from behind.

A group of ten boys pushed at Justin. The shock that their spears wouldn't
lift over, they became brave. Justin sworded another boy and then swung his
sword at all of them, slicing open their bare, bulbous chests,
yelling. They too yelled but, in pain and falling back. Justin saw that he
had missed one boy, who seized the opportunity to charge, bent down. Justin
dove his sword under the boy and plunged into his soft underbelly, at an
arch upward. He watched as it disappeared into the boy. Justin moved with
his weapon and found his head over the boy's shoulder, watching the Swoc
tear out the boy's tanned, bony, vee-shaped back. Justin smiled and twisted
the blade, then with another grunt tore it out and saw it vanish from
sight. He tossed the dying lump away. "Hey!"  He was surprised, "I'm good!
I'm fucking great! No one can take me now!!!!!" He was pumped with
adrenaline. And helping the two little boys drove him on, on to slay other
boys, who were older but menacing enough. "And I think I like it!"

Sole strained and managed to get his knife out and with more effort
up. Lect was forcing it back--but at a certain point, found he could not
keep it down. Sole sweated and raised the knife up over his head, it
protruding from the bottom of his closed fist, nearer to the pinkie. It
happened so fast Lect didn't have time to stop pressing downward. Sole
turned his hip slightly in toward the right, with his enemy still pressing
downward. Sole allowed his blade to go up so far, then let his hand come
sailing down, past his hip, back behind him, into Lect's lower belly,
guided mai nly under Lect's own power. Lect gasped, stunned that he had
actually helped Sole stab him. Sole pressed back, contracting his own
stomach muscles to do so. Lect, German-like, arched back, his eyes rolling,
his throat closing. Sole turned, grabbed the knife hilt and plunged deeper
into Lect's hard-rock stomach. Lect doubled onto it. Sole grabbed Lect's
right shoulder and plunged even deeper--until the hilt was pressing into
the skin, trying to go in also. Lect was able to gasp again finally, loudly
now, and closed his eyes, his head falling back.

Justin stabbed a boy, who fell to the deck. Quickly he moved aside as
another flung himself at him. Justin merely moved the Swoc to allow this
boy to run, belly first, into it, so in a sense he impaled himself on the
sharp point. The boy tried to arch off it but could not. Justin kicked the
Swoc into him and it skewered him, nearly cutting the trunk from legs. "I'm
sick of this double pointed thing! Give me a real sword!"  He lost the
Swoc, but as he did, an Irish looking boy with reddish-brown short hair,
tailed at the back to his neck, rushed him, was tripped, and fell. As the
boy fell, Justin removed a thick silver sword from the boy's hand and stuck
it into the bare, sunburned vee back. "Thank you!"  The point rushed out
the boy's belly button and stuck to the deck under him. The boy used his
arms, planted his hands on the deck and tried to get up, groaning and
grunting into a strained scream. His head arched backward but he managed
to look at his damage--and saw the point as blood first oozed from his
freckled belly onto metal and dripped down, entangled with yellow guts. He
fell forward, Justin quickly ripping the blade out.

Sole zigzagged Lect's belly down to crotch, then pushed him off. Lect was
dying, holding his guts in.



TO BE CONTINUED....