Date: Mon, 9 Jan 2017 18:07:12 -0500
From: J
Subject: TRIO Water Battle 1

The three camp managers decided to give the fans something they would not soon
forget. it would be a three way battle in the water. A large pool was dug in the
center of the arena. No expense was spared in its construction. The pool covered
almost the entire area of the arena and could be covered up and saved for future
uses.   The way the fight was to work was simple. Three boys from each camp
would start. The boys would be grouped into three groups of three (one from each
side) then those groups would be evenly spaced around the big clear pool. All
would be naked and weaponless save for their bare hands. At the start of the
match all would dive into the water and try to make their way to the center of
the pool where a large wooden raft supported by barrels floated. On that raft
contained a variety of weapons; two long tridents with 5 inch tines, two long
whaling harpoons with rounded not barbed tips, two long, slender. lightweight
javelins like the ones used in track & field competition, two mechanical spear
guns that could be used above or below the water with three spears each and
finally two slender 3 foot rapiers.   Once a boy reached the platform he could
select one weapon but ONLY one. Dumping weapons over the side to prevent others
from using them or grabbing a second weapon would be a foul and the archer boys
were always ready to apply the penalty for a rule violation. If a boy was
disarmed by an opponent that would be his tough luck.   The managers had further
decided that they would select one boy from each camp to make up the 9
combatants.   Innout had gone first and selected from Igno's camp: Young, well
muscled Gregory; From Jim's camp the tall lanky older teenager Chad and from his
own camp the young but spry looking Beau.   Now Jim faced his own boys ready to
choose. He cast his gaze on his brave, well trained warrior boys. Damn he was
proud of them. Even in defeat they gave their all. His eyes rested on the boy he
had good reports about for swimming ability. At first glance one would not think
Brad good in the water. The 11 year old was big for his age as puberty had
staked an early claim on him. But Brad still sported an ample layer of baby fat.
It was flab that Jim knew would be gone in a year or two, assuming Brad lived
that long. "Brad!" Jim said "I'm told you are a good swimmer. Is this true?"
Brad knew better than to lie, "Yes Sir. I am a very good swimmer. Before my
parents were killed I helped my father everyday. He was a fisherman so I'm well
acquainted with water sir. I won't let you down!"   "Very well Bard you will
represent out camp in the water battle along with Chad." Jim turned to face the
rest of the boys. "Let me hear you show your support for BRAD AND CHAD!"   Jim's
entire camp let loose with a loud roar of cheers and converged on the handsome
lad. They hoisted the two onto their shoulders and began a chant of "Brad and
Chad!..... Brad and Chad!....Brad and Chad"   Jim smiled at their youthful
enthusiasm. He wondered who Igno would choose from his camp. But as he looked at
his squad he knew a poor choice could not be made!   Jim then moved to the
assembled boys in Innout's camp and looked them over. The boys stood in rows
naked and ready for inspection. Jim marveled at Innout's taste and knew that he
would be lucky to find a poor fighter among them. But a good contest was the
point of it all. Jim's eyes rested on an obviously young but quite tall, and
muscular lad. The boy could not have been more than 13 but he already stood
nearly 6 feet tall. He wasn't particularly handsome but the lad had something
about him that made him down right irresistible. Jim walked over to the
strapping boy, "What's your name!"   "Otin Sir!"   Jim patted the youth's rock
solid abs and pectorals. Perhaps this boy's muscles will be detriment to him in
the water Jim thought.   "Otin, I select you to be in the coming water battle."
 Otin simply said, "I gladly accept the honor. Thank you!"   Jim moved to the
last camp. Igno's. Jim met Igno at the front gate. The big man bulged with
muscles. Strenght seemed to radiate from every one of the handsome man's pores.
"Welcome Jim. I await your selection."   "My pleasure" Jim said and as he looked
at nearly 100 naked boys lined up in perfect row formation standing at attention
(some boys in more ways than one) it was indeed a pleasure.   Jim gasped at the
beauty of some of them and congratulated Igno on his taste. But Jim knew Igno
was too shrewd to simply choose gladiators on looks alone. Jim knew each and
every one of these seemingly angels could deliver death quickly and efficiently
in various ways. Again a poor selection could not be made. Jim's gaze fell upon
a stout looking boy much like his own Brad.    "That one Igno. Who is he?"
Igno said, "His name is Aaron. Does he appeal to you?"   Aaron looked to be 11
or 12. A small amount of dark peach fuzz grew at the base of his maturing dick.
He sported a tad bit of baby fat like Brad and had the same dark hair &
complexion.    "He does indeed" Jim replied, "I choose him!" Igno smiled. Jim
had unwittingly selected the brother of Gregory, Innout's selection. Having
brothers together could be a big plus from Igno's side since they knew each
other so very well.   "Very well then! The selection has been made. Aaron you
will join your brother Gregory in the water battle."   Jim looked shocked, "You
mean Innout selected that boy's own brother?"   Igno smiled sly, "Yes...Ironic
isn't it?" He then laughed as he walked Jim to the gate.   "Congratulations on a
fine selection Jimmy!"   Jim could hear the mocking in Igno's voice and he hated
to be called 'Jimmy'.   Jim turned, the angry making his face red. Igno knew he
had gotten under his skin and just smirked making Jim even angrier.   "Thank you
for your hospitality Iggy! We'll see each other when the fight begins I'm sure."
  Jim turned and stomped off. It was now Igno's turn to flush red with rage.
'Iggy' was a name he had come to loath and Jim knew it. Igno would relish seeing
Jim's boys perish in the coming fight.   With 6 of the combatants choosen only
Igno's choices remained to be made. But As Jim already knew from looking over
all three camps. Igno could not choose a poor fighter.