Date: Wed, 09 Apr 2008 20:07:25 -0400 From: J Subject: TRIO 1 and 2 Aoi was dark skinned, slender bellied with a vertical slit for an innie belly button. His legs were tender and smooth, muscled to a fault. His abs were curvey but not overworked. His constant stance was one of confidence, legs spread apart, smile on his face with pearl white teeth. Long jet black hair to his shoulders and beyond to his shoulder blades all around back with some shaved just above both ears and down the back, green eyes. He wore only cut off denim shorts open at the top, no button but the belly button they revealed. In the right hand was a 12 inch straight knife. A long slightly curved sword that neared three feet in the left hand. The boy looked slightly Asian, Filipino perhaps. On his feet he wore blue slip ons, also denim material. His friend, Puerto Rican, had long brown hair, blue eyes, a black leather vest which ended above each mid rib on either side. A nice outtie was in the center of his smooth unhairy belly. When he laughed or moved a certain way, his abs formed a mountain range. His outtie was like a giant curled worm with an upside down smile as the scar in the very center. In the past cum would curl around it and drape from its top. He, too, had perfect teeth but was more serious than Aoi. Pare was his name and while dark, he was not as dark as Aoi. He was more olive skinned with a trace of Cuban perhaps, lighter but still darker than white boys. His legs if anything were even more developed than Aoi, his arms a bit more muscled and his chest less muscled. His hair was currently tied up behind a red bandana. It was cut short in front, long in back to his neck line when down. He was a on rock above both his pals. On his bottom he wore skin tight leather shorts and black low ankled boots. In one hand he held a gladiator sword with an unusually thin point... The third one was a blond with lite aqua sky-blue eyes. The blond hair was long to his tits in front and far down his back behind, mid way to the back, almost to his heavily tight buttox. He was the most built of the boys and his chest stood out massive and proud. His stomach was tight and flat but was most like a river valley with the center a half innie, half outtie; a kind of raised ridge about the whole thing; a heavily scarred center which was sometimes looking as if it were out more than the ridge, sometimes not, depending on the boy's stance. He had on a yellow loin cloth that didn't cover much, and stood out as his constant boner poked at it. He was somewhat taller than both the first boys and maybe more strong. He held a large spear with a thin point. At his rope belt, he had a small knife. His skin was perfect, smooth, muscled, unblemished. His nipples stood out as rock. This was Sole. Together the trio roamed a land not their own. They were former street kids, always together, doing what they had to in order to survive. They sexed themselves all over the world and found they had rare powers, powers that enabled them to vanish from one place and appear in another but they were in love ...with each other. One time when they tried to vanish in the path of an exploding reactor, they reappeared in this land...a strange land not of our dimension. This land had many who had been transformed to this land...from all over time on Earth and even from a few other planets in space. Mongols, Vikings, Samurais, Native Americans, Ninjas, Conquisadors, Aztecs, Mayans, and more were here. A band of naked barbarian boys attacked the three, reasons unknown. A dark boy jumped on Aoi but Aoi flipped him off his back and before the kid was on his own bare back, Aoi's curved sword found his navel and followed to the ground, finding the ground through the guy. The victim raised his body up, "Aarggggghuhh!" But he couldn't so he sighed as Aoi moved the sword around but had to withdraw it to stab it full on---into another boy running at him...a boy who wore a British coat, open totally revealing a white expanse of British boy belly and a nice oval belly button, slightly depressed in but mostly shallow. Aoi would fix that as the kid ran right onto the curved sword, tried to stop but dragged his upper torso over the sword. Aoi pushed some more into the meat and the kid yelped and tried to draw back. His upper body spread but Aoi shoved and then tried to pull out, caught sword on his innards. As he did this, another boy in skimpy loin cloth, seemingly a Native American teen with long hair, dark red skin and ritual spear with feathers, ran at him, spear raised about stomach level... Before this, Pare dodged two other boys, a full Chinese in white tied cloth, very muscled and bigger than he, and his comrade, a skinny but tall Swed, red hair and freckles. The Swed wore a remainder of silk pants and slipper like shoes. The Chinese rushed at Pare with a thick sword with spiked rings on it. Pare ducked but behind him, rounding on him was the Swed with his ridged innie and large double quarter sized navel. Pare turned to face him with his thin sword but Pare ducked out of the way and the Chinese, trying to stick him in the back, caught the Swed's sword right in his own navel. The Swed, thinking he was getting Pare, shoved hard and true...all the way out the back of the Chinese friend. His face, both faces in fact, registered shock. "What the hell," the Swed smiled as he recovered and shoved but then he felt a pang in his own huge navel. He looked down and saw Pare's sword, the thin tip in his navel. He looked up and Pare's face greeted him with a smile that said: I am enjoying stickin you in the gut hole. "No." "Yes," Pare said and shoved. Both ignored the doubled over Chinese who was crippled on the point of the Swed's sword. He also tried to arch back off it but didn't succeed for the Swed let go and grabbed at Pare's sword in him. Pare jolted it quickly into him and out. Then Pare stood back to watch the Swed suffer standing, trying to keep alive but to no avail. He huffed and fell to his knees, grasping to hold something. He found his own sword in the Chinese and held it, causing his former pal more pain. Both groaned but the Chinese groaned louder. Pare watched but shoved his own sword backward and up, the sword moved up the lower belly of yet another attacker and Pare moved it up to his navel and from behind, gouged it out! Sole shoved his spear into a guy who was in front of another guy and it went through both of the swordboys. He then flung them off it onto another who was rushing at him. A small attacker got on his back, up to his shoulders and raised a knife over Sole's neck but Sole easily flung him off and onto his back, quickly jutting the spear into this slit belly button of this small kid. The kid yelped too and scrambled to get up but Sole shoved and twisted and then removed. The kid arched and rolled over, jerking to his death noisily. Sole's loin cloth stretched to its limit as he met the spear of a Native American boy who used a spear. They backed each other up almost evenly matched. But Sole used his feet to trip the kid and the kid fell. Sole ripped his knife out and bent over, tossing another attacker over his shoulder and quickly ripping his knife down into the navel of the Native who was scrambling, even as slowly died grunting, to get his own hunting knife out and into Sole. Sole moved back from the dying kids and saw... another Native about to spear Pare from behind...Sole tossed the spear into the Native's back and it came out his stomach. His sword was knocked from his hand, Pare's belly was laid open for attack but he was not yet stuck in the gut. Pare was facing a Mayan warrior boy from the front and he side stepped, grabbed the Native boy who had Sole's spear out his stomach, dangling ganglia and intesting and belly innards, and shoved the Native boy forward. The point of Sole's spear rammed right into the attacking Mayan and tore at his gut. Pare saw another guy, a German approaching with two long swords. He swung the spear, the Mayan still impaled on it and in shock, at the German and caught this German in the wide open outtie belly button and shoved. The two pals were stuck together as they fell. Sole was weaponless now, his knife back in his belt. A larger guy, almost his twin, came up behind him and grabbed his wrists, both wrists. Sole grabbed at his knife but the guy moved his hand over his knuckled and held it down. Sole struggled to raise the knife but it seemed impossible. Sole's stomach tensed with strength, bending forward. The large guy had a knife in his other hand but was holding Sole's other wrist upward. Sole, with all his might, managed to get the knife out of the hilt and up, up and up and then, using the guy's holding his hand, used this motion to stab it down. He moved and the knife found the large outtie of the guy behind him. Sole quickly turned and finished the motion, jabbing the knife so far into him that the hilt vanished. Sole then kicked it and kicked the guy away, eyes wide on both of them. The dying were huffing out their last groans as the three boys found their weapons again and enjoyed the spectacle. TRIO part two Pare was putting the finishing touches to an ear ring in his right ear that he did himself, taken off one of the bodies they just killed and had a triple way sex orgy over, "How does it look?" He asked this of Sole, who was on a hilltop with him and not paying attention. "Not good," Sole said, staring at a scene below the hilltop. "Aoi, hurry up!" Aoi strode up the hill to them, "What?" Below the hill was another eclectic circle of youths, some French, some Italian, some German, and others of other nationalities. All shirtless and most well built. In the center of the circle as could be seen from the hilltop were two younger Asian, Oriental monk boys, shirtless and actually wearing only thongs, bald heads and hairless tight bodies with nice abs. An Italian boy held one, Kai, from behind while a French boy parried a thin rapier across the boy's chest, lightly, but enough to make scars. Next to Kai was Tetsuro, his monk companion and one true love, also held in a similar manner, from behind but this time by a dark Filipino kid with short black hair and a happy smile. From the front another French boy, a blond this time, was using a thin knife in one hand and a rapier in another to scar Tetsuro. Aoi asked, "Who are these bands of attackers?" "I don't know but let's go see this one," Sole said. As they came down the hill, the circle paid them not much notice. Pare called out in his sarcastic way, "Oh boys, can we enter your circle jerk?" One French boy in the circle who had green eyes and streaked blond-brown mocha hair called to him, "Sure, over here." Pare joined this kid, while Aoi made for the part of the circle behind the behind boys, so he could watch how the monks were being held. Tight abs all around. Smooth, hairless, silky, some sweaty. Bare backs and nice spines, he noticed. Sole took the opposite side, making as if he wanted to see a better angle of the torture/murder. The boy next to Pare, touched Pare's stomach, "Nice. You can join in if you like," he removed his hand as Pare watched it, a smile on his face. "What is this?" The boy, Geurre, smiled and put an arm around Pare's shoulder to steer his view past the guy on the other side of him and to the torture, "This is fun, they will soon die slowly as we all watch and take a turn, a literal turn," Geurre spoke in a definite French accent. "You think it fun, aye?" "I think this more fun," Pare had his knife in Geurre's belly button amid a ring of tight abs and saw Geurre's stomach tense and mount a curved abby look. Geurre stared at him in shock and then looked down at the blade in him. He shut his eyes and tilted his head back. "Don't you?" "Ohhh," Geurre said, quietly, "No, I mean----uhh, yeah! Oh," he couldn't get louder for if he did he knew it would end but deep down, he knew it would end soon anyway, "Why?" "We thought we'd even the odds." Pare removed his knife and took his gladiator sword as Geurre stumbled back a few steps and yelled louder this time. He fell and jerked with the sand on his stomach, many times but Pare didn't notice. Too much else was happening. The Irish boy next to him took out a sword but Pare kicked him and shoved his sword into and out of the kid's stomach immediately. Sole had his spear and used the point to kill the kid next to him by shoving it sideways into the side just above the hip, tender but easy to stab. With the end of the spear he hit the kid on the other side of him and jerked his knife out when this allowed for a free hand. The knife found its home in the belly of a third onrushing boy who came at him from the front. This left Sole finally clear to make for the rapier boys. The boys holding the monks didn't know if they should let go of the monks and join the battle that just started or keep their monks closer to them. The Italian let go. The Filipino didn't. The rapier guys turned toward Sole who rushed at them. Sole knocked his spear into the rapiers and made them both fall. He then punched both French wimps down right away, not having to kill them as he would have liked for other boys moved in on him. Aoi sprung into action too. He faced the Italian who was probably a better fighter than he but weaponless, also this Italian looked older and bigger and probably stronger. But he couldn't move as fast. Aoi stabbed him right in the gut and drove it through. The guy stumbled back and held his gut but wouldn't fall for some reason. Aoi stabbed him again but let it go as the guy's brother, a sun kissed Southern Italian kid who probably never wore a shirt in his life and with curly almost permed hair yelled and run with two knives in each hand, at Aoi, "Brother!" "Serves him right!" Aoi yelled and faced him. "Whoa." He was a hottie Aoi thought, shame to have to slay him. Suddenly the knives made Aoi's sword fall, "What's that about pride?" Aoi asked as the kid tripped him up by using his legs between his. Kai, recovering saw this. Kai yelled, "NO!" Kai ran at the slighter Italian kid and grabbed one wrist and forced one knife down. He almost forgot the other knife. Aoi jumped up to action, finding his fallen sword but getting his 12 inch knife out too. He couldn't help Kai now though for more boys came at him. He had to go into stab mode and this time, he was ready. Putting his back to the monk who was still held, he faced many attackers, cutting them where he could and putting many to rest, groaning on the floor. Kai grabbed the other wrist of the Italian kid who was brother to the one that formerly held him from behind. Their bodies struggled and bulged with maleness as they tensed to fight the other. Kai put both hands on the wrist but this kid was determined. He got behind Kai but left the knife in front, forcing Kai to let go but then suddenly the knife was in front of Kai's belly button. Kai once more grabbed the wrists but was in a bad position. From behind the Italian laughed as he knew it was a matter of time and balance...and strength. He had more. He inched the knife at Kai's deep and fleshy navel....Kai fought but a part of him wondered what it would be like to have that nice steel sharpness in his navel tunnel, in his guts, in him. No, he thought. He pushed against it. The kid behind him laughed and jerked it forward. Kai stopped it just a quarter of an inch from his navel. Aoi was killing most of the groups. Sole was near him now protecting his back and spearing and knifing as many as he could. "Almost all of them gone." "Good, I don't like this quickie stuff. I like to make em linger and enjoy it." "Don't kill him right away," a French boy said to four boys who held Pare up. Pare had lost but was not stabbed yet. Two other boys watched the four and the French boy as the four had taken Pare's wrists and forearms and held him up as two others, bigger ones, held Pare's ankles. They effectively held him up horizontally, stomach to the sky, bare outtie knot for all to see. "I want to try something first," the French kid took his knife, serrated and brought the point to the belly button but not hard. "Nice." "That tickles," Pare joked, "Stop." "Stop I will," the French kid raised the knife over Pare to strike a hard blow to his navel, "Outtie prepare to become an innie!" Pare stared. Kai lost his battle. The knife inched in slowly, finding its blanket in his navel. The Italian laughed as he felt it---he knife point finding the back wall of Kai's navel. And beyond. Penetrating, plunging, ever so slowly and persistent, never wavering, never slowing to a complete stop. Kai was wet in his stretched thong, poking out. The knife was big and long. He had a thought but he wanted to finish his orgasm before he tried it. Aoi looked as his last victim fell, holding guts in and jerking with the sand. Sole's last two guys were on top of each other enjoying their wounds and dying jerks belly to belly. "See Pare?" "He's always in trouble!" "The two torturer rapier boys live," Aoi said. "In a moment," Sole lifted his spear. Kai put both hands on the hilt in a different way, more behind the hilt now. Closing his eyes he drove the hilt more into himself. He felt it break by his wall and through muscle, hit, nick really, his spine, and devastate his back as it gaped out his back and into a new muscle mound...that of the Italian behind him. The Italian didn't realize right away what happened as Kai crunched up his belly muscles and bent forward. Kai knew this meant he could really feel the new steel in him and it felt kind of good, like sex invading his meat. The Italian laughed a lot until he felt...the point of his own knife in his belly button and past it deep in his mid section. He gagged and yelled. Kai plunged right on in and wondered if the knife was long enough to go out the killer's back. It was. For if one looked behind--as the Filipino did with his captive monk---they could see the point exit the Italian's sun kissed hairless back. The Italian tried to pull away but Kai back stepped and followed, still plugging in. Then he swished it around to create a bigger navel on both of them. The Italian arched to get away but could not. He threw himself forward onto it and then Kai fell forward. The knife ended up perpendicular to the ground and jabbed all the way, hilt vanishing into Kai's guts totally! Kai jerked but was pinned beneath the hanky Italian, who jerked and couldn't get off the knife! "Cool," the Filipino said. Tetsuro crying, flung him off, his hold not tight now. Another monk came running down the hill on the opposite side. "NO!" "Who the hell is that?" Aoi asked. "Pare!" Sole flung his spear and it hit the kid trying to stab a knife into Pare's belly button. It stuck in his back and jabbed out his belly button, intestines clinging to hit. The new monk ran so fast at the Filipino who was about to stab the on his knees Tetsuro with a recovered long knife. He moved his whole body into the Filipino, knocking him away from Tetsuro. Weaponless, Sole was now facing the two recovered rapier boys, who found their rapiers again. Aoi moved behind them to help Sole. The Filipino stabbed his knife into this new thonged monk's bare belly and laughed. He watched. He didn't expect the new monk to show him his bare back and run at him backwards. Both fell. The new monk was on top of the Filipino who was not hurt badly...yet. The new monks tore his weapon in his belly deep down into himself and into the Filipino behind him. The Filipino's penis behind him found the new monk's buttox hole and he jerked into it as the knife he had formerly plugged into the new monk found its home in his deep and round dark navel. Both yelled. "Get away!" The new monk yelled. The Filipino beneath him shut his eyes and gulped as he felt niceness in his penis build to an eruption and the burn in his belly button helped clear it! Pare shrugged as the French kid leant forward on him, Sole's spear out his stomach. The spear rested on Pare's bare hip for a bit. Pare frowned and moved his hip out of the way, still being held up. As Aoi engaged the two French boys, making them both drop their rapiers again and wounding them slightly so they fell to their knees, "French wimps!" Sole ran to get the spear back. "I want that!" Sole said to the French boy who almost stabbed Pare. Sole drove his spear in more but then as the French kid started to fall, he said, "Why do it the HARD way." He came round the kid and took the shaft in the front and pulled the spear out. Slowly so that the French boy saw the shaft vanish into his previous belly button. Nothing but a red hole there now. He took a few steps in both directions before falling onto his back and spurting a fountain of red from his button. At the same time, Pare said, "It's not fair but what the hell, all's fair..." One of the boys holding him had his boot right in front of his large deep navel. Pare turned his boot a certain way and a long steel knife came out and entered the boy's navel. The boy didn't realize or see it even when he looked. "Wha?" Finally the took the boot away from his navel and saw the long steel thickness come out, along with much of what was once in his button hole. "NO!" The other one next to that one was looking but Pare turned his boot and cut that one's wrist a bit so that one dropped his foot. The two still holding his arms let him drop, for they had no choice. "I got him!" One of them rounded on him from the front but Pare thrust his foot up into the kid's stomach, a kind of 45 degree angle up into his belly button and beyond, up to his upper abs but from under, from the button on up. The kid felt it. But he tried to hold Pare. Two others came at them from the sidelines. Pare punched the one away and withdrew his knife after swinging it around a bit in the kid's under upper abs. He flipped back using this front guy's body as a wall to climb up and over his other holder, who was stunned into doing nothing. He kicked from behind. The guy got to his back, rolling over and found a fallen spear. He moved it up as Pare but Pare was behind him and bent his wrist to make it fall. Pare caught it in his other hand and flung it into one of the two who was watching now coming at him. Sole stabbed the other with his knife...from behind but reaching around front n jabbin it in the guts. Sole kept this one close to him and jerked his penis up the kid's bare back in the middle where it fit as he jerked the kid. The kid jerked on Sole's knife, forward onto the knife and backward onto Sole's massive penis. "Ohhhhh yessssssssssssssss! Heaven!" "Die!" Pare brought his boot knife to the guy on the ground's heavily ringed belly button. It looked like a ravioli, his belly button did. The knife was let loosely on the navel, this time on an upward angle, ready to plunge in and up. Sole let this kid go as another rushed at him. He leveled his spear from the ground into the kid's...kid? This one was the most muscled and looked like a major weight lifter back on regular Earth dimension. Sole jabbed the spear in that navel...which looked like steel itself. He had the spear down and moved its end down more and then up and then down and then up, moving the spear shaft all around and jabbing at his belly as it went up, making it go in and do some serious damage from every angle. The muscle guy smiled as if he could resist and made an angry defiant face. "No one can take that and live, man, die already," Sole laughed Pare said, "No," as he rounded on his prone guy and removed the boot knife slightly. The point rounded too. "You....you will let me live, yes?" "No," Pare stuck the knife in from behind using his boot to move it down. It went in at the same angle from behind, "You guys like it from behind....take THAT!" It went into the navel but down and found the lower belly from under the skin, from the navel. It plunged deep exactly opposite the way Pare stabbed the other. As he felt it invade his innards just above his dick, the victim screamed and groaned and arched his back off the dirt. He cam. A lot. When Sole rejoined Aoi, Aoi had a rapier out and the two French torture boys on their knees, "Wad do we do with these ta?" "I got an idea!" Pare was denied seeing this for the left alive monk, Tetsuro, crying asked Pare to help him. Tetsuro took off his thong and tied it around his lower belly. He kneeled on his haunches and asked Pare to get behind him. He found a fallen knife. As Aoi held out the thin rapier near a tree behind him, Sole used a head lock to get the long haired blond French boy up and walked him to the point and shoved him onto it. The thin rapier found the navel and struck as Aoi guided it. The guy's head went limp. His long hair hung down straight and blond, some brown in it too. He shut his eyes but was still breathing heavily. Sole was having some trouble with the other French kid but not much. Aoi said, "Watch you don't get your own belly stuck on that rapier." "I might want ta!" Sole laughed as he tossed the other one onto the end of it. "No! No!" The French boy gasped as he joined his pal from behind. He felt his pal's bare back with his chest. Sole's navel leaned on the point but he moved back, laughing. Aoi laughed, "Don't do that!" He moved the thin rapier all around but the final weight of the two dying kids made it limp downward. Aoi was not limp himself though, nor were the dying guys as one spurted on the other's back. Pare knelt behind Tetsuro. Both had their hands over the knife but Pare's hands were over Tetsuro's hand. "You don't have to do this." "Yes, I do." "Your choice." Pare smiled. "I will help." "Hey Pare, be careful, he might not want to but in the bloodlust and pain, he might jab it into ya, too," Aoi warned. "SO what if he does," Pare smiled, "It'll make me feel...hey! Give me warning next time willya?" Pare laughed as Tet's jab in happened by surprise. The jab went into Tet's navel and deeply. Tet moved it around, and drew it across his navel to his hip and downward until he hit just above his spurting and naked dick. Pare held him as he jerked and it seemed like five minutes before Tet died, gurgling and huffing all the way. The contents of his belly were all over Pare's hands and he wanted to clean them. "What a waste," Sole said. "What a waste." "Oh, I don't know," Pare got up and smiled, "It seemed fun for me." "Me too," Aoi said. "I do like that ear ring," Sole told Pare. "Can we have sex now?" Aoi asked, annoyed. "Of course," Sole said. TRIO 3 TRIO episode three or just plain ole part three Bare lower boy bellies, smooth, some where you can still see the marks of gym shorts where they pressed in on the skin. All sorts, all types, body types: mesomorph with the flat bellies pressed in between hips, round by pressed on top navels; ectomorphs, endomorphs; smiley faces on the scar in the navels, quarter sized outties, small innies, large mushroomic heads on the navels that stick out...you get the idea, all types, all kinds. All were in wrist cuffs that were locked over their heads, their arms stretched over their heads. Some of the boys were stretched to the max, having their feet off the ground, others were taller and were not off the ground at all, therefore more relaxed, their stomachs inward against the rock wall of the cave... "Cave?" Pare asked, "I don't wanna sleep in no cave." "Then try the mud hole over there," Aoi smirked. "Very funny," Pare said. "Don't be so negative," Sole said, "We might find some peace and quiet in there." The trio moved back onto the path and toward the cave. "Looks like people have been this way," Pare spied the prints in the dirt. "Great," Aoi said, "And we know what that means....trouble." "Now you're being negative..." Sole smiled, "But caution might not be a bad idea." He leveled his spear. In the cave, a boy about 5'5, with jet black short cut hair was wearing a criss cross of straps over his upper body, which was bare otherwise. The lower body he had on a kind of see through kilt, silk and white-ish, and white boots. He had a long knife in one hand and a thin sword in the other. Behind him were three muscle men, wearing only thin loin clothes, big, impossibly huge men with bulging chests, Appalichian abs, and solid bodies all round. About seven others like this were lined up along the wall of the entrance behind them all. The boy, Gaius, waved his sword and knife as he spoke to a row of boys, one for each boy that was chained up on the wall, "Now, if you are going to pass as Torture Boys..." There were spare torture boys behind them also, one for each. "...you have to learn how to slowly cause pain...remember what you have been taught." He nodded and each boy, a different kind of weapon, all with points on the end, dug into the boys chained on the walls. The one nearest Gaius was named Mario, a smaller boy with a long cylinder weapon. On the end of the weapon was a larger cylinder with triangular points, each with a pinnacle of pointy death. Now dug into the boy on the wall's mushroom navel outtie, digging all the way in. The guy on the wall jerked in his chains and arched out, his feet on the floor. "He's dead, Mario." Mario withdrew his weapon slowly, "I...I did it too fast, can I try again?" "With who?" "One of them." "You can work with one of them...but as the torturee..." Gaius nodded to the musclemen and they grabbed him, snapped the chains off the dead guy,who slid to the floor, his hands stuck in his own juicy belly, and replaced him with the struggling, pleading Mario. "You..." Gaius pointed to a proud replacement boy, a redhead with freckles. This boy, Wils, jerked the weapon out of the yapping Mario's hand and began to wait until the boy was chained properly until he could apply it to the bare belly. The other torture boys were working on their struggling victims. Mario gasped as he looked down at his belly being invade by the weapon and he tried to move his thin belly back to his spine but the weapon came out and then followed it in until it lightly hit his navel. "The trick," Wils said, "Is to just cause pain, but not enough pain to kill...not enough of a jab in to slay..." "Awwwowww." Mario shut his eyes but then opened them dreamily to see Wils smiling. "Did it hurt, man?" "Y-Y-yeah but...b-but I think I liked it. Hit me again." "Sure dude," Wils stabbed again and twisted, "but I'll miss your vitals...for now." "You mean ya have to do that thing again and cause pain but not kill. What would a kill stab be like?" Mario groaned. "Like this...? Huh?" A flash called Pare ran in from the cave entrance. He ran past the seven or so musclemen guarding the cave wall. After he stopped, his sword was bloody tipped. The seven musclemen stood there but then looked at him as if they were going to do something. Suddenly, they realized there was something painful going on in the middle of their meaty mound of stomachs...blood. They looked, each of them, at their stomachs and in the middle saw a navel that was mangled and mutiliated. A few started to step out but two or three fell to their knees, realizing they were skewered by this quick kid. Gaius was not amused, "What is this!? Who is that?! Slay him! Now!" A spear was in the belly of one of the other musclemen near Gaius. Sole ran up to him and jerked it out, leaving a mass of power to lean against Gaius and they both fell to the floor, Gaius pinned to the floor by the muscle guy dying on top of him. Gaius yapped and yelled the whole time, not hurt but just trapped under the cumming and dying muscle boy. Sole faced the other muscle men and they moved two huge swords each at him. He swiped his spear across one of their stomachs but it only lightly hit him, scrapping. The two moved in from each side. Sole moved to swipe the other but the sword of that one hit his spear and felled it. Pare and Aoi made the Torture Trainees stop their torturing of the boys on the walls. Knives left pleasant bellies. "No, I...I like it," one victim was saying. "Sorry," Aoi said, "Wanna live?" "Not unless...oh hell, yeah..." That victim said, "I just like the feeling." Pare shook his head as he held his sword and knife on three Torture Boys, "Don't even try to fight us." A small blond one said, "We...we won't. We're trained as Torture Boys, not fighters." "Good, then change places..." Pare said. Aoi smiled, "What a great idea." "With...change with them?" A tall red head said, his belly slit throbbing with anticpation. "No, never." "Then this is what..." Pare stabbed his sword right into this redhead's belly. Wils saw the blade pop out the back... Wils said, "Fuckin cool. He must really feel it." "Change places now or you get the same thing," Aoi snapped. Sole got his hands on the elbow of one muscleman and on the elbow of the other and shoved. He made the sword of one go into the other and the sword of that one go into the one sticking his pal. He then shoved and the swords entered bellies unprotected, untensed and cut in like butter. Sole knowing if he didn't shove as far as he could, would be killed, for these guys were stronger than he, shoved the swords in as far as he could and stood back. The two musclemen didn't let go of their swords but in pain and jerking, were whittling the belly of the opposite pal. Sole watched in glee as the two were causing each other pain. Pre cum was giving way to short white spurts on the guys. Mario was facing Wils, who was on the wall now. His pre cum dripped down his penis head just as it was on Wils. "Let's get this on. Total agony...c'mon lay it on me!" Another former torture boy was finding it painful but not fun, "This...this isn't fair. Stop them." His victim, rubbing his own scarred belly, smiled gleefully, "No, it isn't fair and no, no one will stop me...feel that..." "Ouch! Owww!" The victims were now the torture boys, the torture boys were now the chained up victims. Pre cum all around. Growing boners. Aoi and Pare stood back to watch their handiwork. Aoi said, "Do what you want with them." "What about this one?" Pare looked at Gaius beneath the muscleguy. "I have an idea," Sole said, turning from the two muscleguys that had their swords deep in the other's belly buttons and swishing around as they tried to deal with their own death spasms. The two were now on their sides facing each other as they could no longer stand. All that could be heard were short bursts of grunts n groans. Soon, Gaius's body was spread out. His legs were blocked by the dead guy that was on top of him. On either arm were two other dying musclemen, still moving but slower and slower. Soon they died. Gaius was threatening and yelling the whole time, as if he weren't about to get his own tight navel run through. "Annoying ain't he?" Aoi said. "Yeah," Pare and Sole said, "Together then?" "Together!" Sole stuck his spear into Gaius's bare outstretched and struggling white belly at the same time that Aoi stood over and bent, jabbing his sword point into Gaius too. At the same time, Pare knelt nearby, on top of one of the dying muscleguy's thriving and undulating bellies, and struck the knife in. Pare said, "What a rush!" Gaius yelled and yelped, "Awwawwww! So this what it feels likehuhhhhhhh. Uhhhhh." "Let's go," Pare said, "Fun makes me hungry. I need to eat something." "Me too, take your tights off," Aoi laughed. To the theme song of tortured bellies n eventual deaths via stabbing, Aoi and Pare had sex and Sole joined in, the thrill of it all heightened by the butchered belly sounds around them. He came upon them in the night. Imagine trying to tickle the trio with your sword point in the night while they slept. He was an Arnold Schwarzenger type, the Arnold of CONAN IIâ€`â€`THE DESTROYER. He was nicely muscled and had a deep dark dank navel, spread horozontially but large so that it had a vertical tilt too but more sideways. He was thinner than the Arnold of CONAN THE BARBARIAN. But still thicker and more muscled than any of the TRIO. Spent, Pare slept with his arms over his head and spread out, his underarms bare to the night sky of stars above them in this desert. There were a few trees and the trio made their camp next to one, sleeping near one. They had put up a tent but slept outside of it, it being such a nice, clear starry night. Next to Pare, who slept in the nude, was Sole, who was on his side spooning Aoi, who was asleep in a fetus position. All were sound asleep. The muscle guy, Cone, had a huge pointed sword and snuck up to them, on the side of Pare. He rounded to their front and pointed his sword at Sole but then saw Pare's outtie belly button and it being so open to him, decided to stick him first and then quickly stick Sole and Aoi as they awoke to his screams of agony. His sword, massive in the middle would go in and in, opening the belly hole beyond Pare's perimeter, making a larger hole, enlarging the belly button both sideways to the perimeter and inward as he stuck into the sand under the kid's bare back. Cone moved the sword at Pare but suddenly he felt a pain in his button. He looked down and saw Sole's spear point to it. He moved to jab his sword in the direction of the sitting up blond. Sole's upper body was up and his spear in his hands and the point at the navel of Cone. "I hate my sleep being disturbed by cowards..." Cone grimaced but said, "You think this hurt? You will feel more...this not stop me." Sole shoved the spear upward and it went into Cone some more as Cone raised his sword over Sole's head. Aoi jumped up and took the sword out of Cone's hands, jumping up to do so. "Nice sword," he mocked Cone, "I like it big guy." Pare was up now too, "I thought I heard you two havin some fun. Wha?" Aoi took the sword and saw Sole's spear in Cone. Aoi took the shaft of the spear and took it out. Sole said, "Aoi, don't fool around. I want this guy dead so I can get back to sleep. Besides, he's dangerous, you shouldn't..." Pare came up to Aoi with his own sword and knife, "YOu think that'll do it. Will he really feel it?" Cone tried to stand there and flex, to bare his death feelings. That burning hole in him. "Not out me back." "Oh, I don't know, I think this ought to..." Aoi stuck the sword into Cone and twisted. Pare took it and pulled it out as Aoi felt it, "Ohhh," Aoi said, "I like it when you touch my sword while it's still in someone else..." Pare took his knife and neared the bloody hole, "I think it should be like this..." Pare moved in and wrangled and wriggled his knife into Cone and then moved it all around as if he were doing a math problem with a compass. Cone gurgled and gasped, grunting deeply as if he were trying to overcome the pain. "Oh yeah," Aoi said and nodded, "I think that's cool but...I like the spear so maybe..." he waited until Pare looked at him and removed the knife from Cone and then stuck the spear point in and in and in and in until he felt real muscle in the back from the front! "Sole was right...." "Guys watch that one...he...he's very big..." "Oh he's..." Aoi smiled. "...dying," Pare said as Aoi popped the spear out Cone's bare muscular vee back. Cone yelled, trying not to. His eyes were shut for a long time and he stood still, flexing his arms and tensing his stomach which was now pierced. "I still think a good solid sword jab does it best..." he put his sword right into Cone's former navel hole, now a mess of gore as Aoi jerked the sword out. "Like that!" Cone fell to his knees now. Pare followed Cone's guts and rammed the sword and then jerked it upward and then downward and moved it every which angle he could think of. Cone jerked his upper body back, involuntarily, and bent with his stomach outstretched. "Outline his abs, wad's left of em," Aoi said. "Wad ya mean?" Pare asked. "Oh, I'll do it," Aoi came forward and used one of Pare's knives to outline Cone's abs, sticking deep and making cuts along the ab lines. Sole slept soundly to the dying sounds of Cone. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh" the sound of silence. TRIO part two Pare was putting the finishing touches to an ear ring in his right ear that he did himself, taken off one of the bodies they just killed and had a triple way sex orgy over, "How does it look?" He asked this of Sole, who was on a hilltop with him and not paying attention. "Not good," Sole said, staring at a scene below the hilltop. "Aoi, hurry up!" Aoi strode up the hill to them, "What?" Below the hill was another eclectic circle of youths, some French, some Italian, some German, and others of other nationalities. All shirtless and most well built. In the center of the circle as could be seen from the hilltop were two younger Asian, Oriental monk boys, shirtless and actually wearing only thongs, bald heads and hairless tight bodies with nice abs. An Italian boy held one, Kai, from behind while a French boy parried a thin rapier across the boy's chest, lightly, but enough to make scars. Next to Kai was Tetsuro, his monk companion and one true love, also held in a similar manner, from behind but this time by a dark Filipino kid with short black hair and a happy smile. From the front another French boy, a blond this time, was using a thin knife in one hand and a rapier in another to scar Tetsuro. Aoi asked, "Who are these bands of attackers?" "I don't know but let's go see this one," Sole said. As they came down the hill, the circle paid them not much notice. Pare called out in his sarcastic way, "Oh boys, can we enter your circle jerk?" One French boy in the circle who had green eyes and streaked blond-brown mocha hair called to him, "Sure, over here." Pare joined this kid, while Aoi made for the part of the circle behind the behind boys, so he could watch how the monks were being held. Tight abs all around. Smooth, hairless, silky, some sweaty. Bare backs and nice spines, he noticed. Sole took the opposite side, making as if he wanted to see a better angle of the torture/murder. The boy next to Pare, touched Pare's stomach, "Nice. You can join in if you like," he removed his hand as Pare watched it, a smile on his face. "What is this?" The boy, Geurre, smiled and put an arm around Pare's shoulder to steer his view past the guy on the other side of him and to the torture, "This is fun, they will soon die slowly as we all watch and take a turn, a literal turn," Geurre spoke in a definite French accent. "You think it fun, aye?" "I think this more fun," Pare had his knife in Geurre's belly button amid a ring of tight abs and saw Geurre's stomach tense and mount a curved abby look. Geurre stared at him in shock and then looked down at the blade in him. He shut his eyes and tilted his head back. "Don't you?" "Ohhh," Geurre said, quietly, "No, I mean----uhh, yeah! Oh," he couldn't get louder for if he did he knew it would end but deep down, he knew it would end soon anyway, "Why?" "We thought we'd even the odds." Pare removed his knife and took his gladiator sword as Geurre stumbled back a few steps and yelled louder this time. He fell and jerked with the sand on his stomach, many times but Pare didn't notice. Too much else was happening. The Irish boy next to him took out a sword but Pare kicked him and shoved his sword into and out of the kid's stomach immediately. Sole had his spear and used the point to kill the kid next to him by shoving it sideways into the side just above the hip, tender but easy to stab. With the end of the spear he hit the kid on the other side of him and jerked his knife out when this allowed for a free hand. The knife found its home in the belly of a third onrushing boy who came at him from the front. This left Sole finally clear to make for the rapier boys. The boys holding the monks didn't know if they should let go of the monks and join the battle that just started or keep their monks closer to them. The Italian let go. The Filipino didn't. The rapier guys turned toward Sole who rushed at them. Sole knocked his spear into the rapiers and made them both fall. He then punched both French wimps down right away, not having to kill them as he would have liked for other boys moved in on him. Aoi sprung into action too. He faced the Italian who was probably a better fighter than he but weaponless, also this Italian looked older and bigger and probably stronger. But he couldn't move as fast. Aoi stabbed him right in the gut and drove it through. The guy stumbled back and held his gut but wouldn't fall for some reason. Aoi stabbed him again but let it go as the guy's brother, a sun kissed Southern Italian kid who probably never wore a shirt in his life and with curly almost permed hair yelled and run with two knives in each hand, at Aoi, "Brother!" "Serves him right!" Aoi yelled and faced him. "Whoa." He was a hottie Aoi thought, shame to have to slay him. Suddenly the knives made Aoi's sword fall, "What's that about pride?" Aoi asked as the kid tripped him up by using his legs between his. Kai, recovering saw this. Kai yelled, "NO!" Kai ran at the slighter Italian kid and grabbed one wrist and forced one knife down. He almost forgot the other knife. Aoi jumped up to action, finding his fallen sword but getting his 12 inch knife out too. He couldn't help Kai now though for more boys came at him. He had to go into stab mode and this time, he was ready. Putting his back to the monk who was still held, he faced many attackers, cutting them where he could and putting many to rest, groaning on the floor. Kai grabbed the other wrist of the Italian kid who was brother to the one that formerly held him from behind. Their bodies struggled and bulged with maleness as they tensed to fight the other. Kai put both hands on the wrist but this kid was determined. He got behind Kai but left the knife in front, forcing Kai to let go but then suddenly the knife was in front of Kai's belly button. Kai once more grabbed the wrists but was in a bad position. From behind the Italian laughed as he knew it was a matter of time and balance...and strength. He had more. He inched the knife at Kai's deep and fleshy navel....Kai fought but a part of him wondered what it would be like to have that nice steel sharpness in his navel tunnel, in his guts, in him. No, he thought. He pushed against it. The kid behind him laughed and jerked it forward. Kai stopped it just a quarter of an inch from his navel. Aoi was killing most of the groups. Sole was near him now protecting his back and spearing and knifing as many as he could. "Almost all of them gone." "Good, I don't like this quickie stuff. I like to make em linger and enjoy it." "Don't kill him right away," a French boy said to four boys who held Pare up. Pare had lost but was not stabbed yet. Two other boys watched the four and the French boy as the four had taken Pare's wrists and forearms and held him up as two others, bigger ones, held Pare's ankles. They effectively held him up horizontally, stomach to the sky, bare outtie knot for all to see. "I want to try something first," the French kid took his knife, serrated and brought the point to the belly button but not hard. "Nice." "That tickles," Pare joked, "Stop." "Stop I will," the French kid raised the knife over Pare to strike a hard blow to his navel, "Outtie prepare to become an innie!" Pare stared. Kai lost his battle. The knife inched in slowly, finding its blanket in his navel. The Italian laughed as he felt it---he knife point finding the back wall of Kai's navel. And beyond. Penetrating, plunging, ever so slowly and persistent, never wavering, never slowing to a complete stop. Kai was wet in his stretched thong, poking out. The knife was big and long. He had a thought but he wanted to finish his orgasm before he tried it. Aoi looked as his last victim fell, holding guts in and jerking with the sand. Sole's last two guys were on top of each other enjoying their wounds and dying jerks belly to belly. "See Pare?" "He's always in trouble!" "The two torturer rapier boys live," Aoi said. "In a moment," Sole lifted his spear. Kai put both hands on the hilt in a different way, more behind the hilt now. Closing his eyes he drove the hilt more into himself. He felt it break by his wall and through muscle, hit, nick really, his spine, and devastate his back as it gaped out his back and into a new muscle mound...that of the Italian behind him. The Italian didn't realize right away what happened as Kai crunched up his belly muscles and bent forward. Kai knew this meant he could really feel the new steel in him and it felt kind of good, like sex invading his meat. The Italian laughed a lot until he felt...the point of his own knife in his belly button and past it deep in his mid section. He gagged and yelled. Kai plunged right on in and wondered if the knife was long enough to go out the killer's back. It was. For if one looked behind--as the Filipino did with his captive monk---they could see the point exit the Italian's sun kissed hairless back. The Italian tried to pull away but Kai back stepped and followed, still plugging in. Then he swished it around to create a bigger navel on both of them. The Italian arched to get away but could not. He threw himself forward onto it and then Kai fell forward. The knife ended up perpendicular to the ground and jabbed all the way, hilt vanishing into Kai's guts totally! Kai jerked but was pinned beneath the hanky Italian, who jerked and couldn't get off the knife! "Cool," the Filipino said. Tetsuro crying, flung him off, his hold not tight now. Another monk came running down the hill on the opposite side. "NO!" "Who the hell is that?" Aoi asked. "Pare!" Sole flung his spear and it hit the kid trying to stab a knife into Pare's belly button. It stuck in his back and jabbed out his belly button, intestines clinging to hit. The new monk ran so fast at the Filipino who was about to stab the on his knees Tetsuro with a recovered long knife. He moved his whole body into the Filipino, knocking him away from Tetsuro. Weaponless, Sole was now facing the two recovered rapier boys, who found their rapiers again. Aoi moved behind them to help Sole. The Filipino stabbed his knife into this new thonged monk's bare belly and laughed. He watched. He didn't expect the new monk to show him his bare back and run at him backwards. Both fell. The new monk was on top of the Filipino who was not hurt badly...yet. The new monks tore his weapon in his belly deep down into himself and into the Filipino behind him. The Filipino's penis behind him found the new monk's buttox hole and he jerked into it as the knife he had formerly plugged into the new monk found its home in his deep and round dark navel. Both yelled. "Get away!" The new monk yelled. The Filipino beneath him shut his eyes and gulped as he felt niceness in his penis build to an eruption and the burn in his belly button helped clear it! Pare shrugged as the French kid leant forward on him, Sole's spear out his stomach. The spear rested on Pare's bare hip for a bit. Pare frowned and moved his hip out of the way, still being held up. As Aoi engaged the two French boys, making them both drop their rapiers again and wounding them slightly so they fell to their knees, "French wimps!" Sole ran to get the spear back. "I want that!" Sole said to the French boy who almost stabbed Pare. Sole drove his spear in more but then as the French kid started to fall, he said, "Why do it the HARD way." He came round the kid and took the shaft in the front and pulled the spear out. Slowly so that the French boy saw the shaft vanish into his previous belly button. Nothing but a red hole there now. He took a few steps in both directions before falling onto his back and spurting a fountain of red from his button. At the same time, Pare said, "It's not fair but what the hell, all's fair..." One of the boys holding him had his boot right in front of his large deep navel. Pare turned his boot a certain way and a long steel knife came out and entered the boy's navel. The boy didn't realize or see it even when he looked. "Wha?" Finally the took the boot away from his navel and saw the long steel thickness come out, along with much of what was once in his button hole. "NO!" The other one next to that one was looking but Pare turned his boot and cut that one's wrist a bit so that one dropped his foot. The two still holding his arms let him drop, for they had no choice. "I got him!" One of them rounded on him from the front but Pare thrust his foot up into the kid's stomach, a kind of 45 degree angle up into his belly button and beyond, up to his upper abs but from under, from the button on up. The kid felt it. But he tried to hold Pare. Two others came at them from the sidelines. Pare punched the one away and withdrew his knife after swinging it around a bit in the kid's under upper abs. He flipped back using this front guy's body as a wall to climb up and over his other holder, who was stunned into doing nothing. He kicked from behind. The guy got to his back, rolling over and found a fallen spear. He moved it up as Pare but Pare was behind him and bent his wrist to make it fall. Pare caught it in his other hand and flung it into one of the two who was watching now coming at him. Sole stabbed the other with his knife...from behind but reaching around front n jabbin it in the guts. Sole kept this one close to him and jerked his penis up the kid's bare back in the middle where it fit as he jerked the kid. The kid jerked on Sole's knife, forward onto the knife and backward onto Sole's massive penis. "Ohhhhh yessssssssssssssss! Heaven!" "Die!" Pare brought his boot knife to the guy on the ground's heavily ringed belly button. It looked like a ravioli, his belly button did. The knife was let loosely on the navel, this time on an upward angle, ready to plunge in and up. Sole let this kid go as another rushed at him. He leveled his spear from the ground into the kid's...kid? This one was the most muscled and looked like a major weight lifter back on regular Earth dimension. Sole jabbed the spear in that navel...which looked like steel itself. He had the spear down and moved its end down more and then up and then down and then up, moving the spear shaft all around and jabbing at his belly as it went up, making it go in and do some serious damage from every angle. The muscle guy smiled as if he could resist and made an angry defiant face. "No one can take that and live, man, die already," Sole laughed Pare said, "No," as he rounded on his prone guy and removed the boot knife slightly. The point rounded too. "You....you will let me live, yes?" "No," Pare stuck the knife in from behind using his boot to move it down. It went in at the same angle from behind, "You guys like it from behind....take THAT!" It went into the navel but down and found the lower belly from under the skin, from the navel. It plunged deep exactly opposite the way Pare stabbed the other. As he felt it invade his innards just above his dick, the victim screamed and groaned and arched his back off the dirt. He cam. A lot. When Sole rejoined Aoi, Aoi had a rapier out and the two French torture boys on their knees, "Wad do we do with these ta?" "I got an idea!" Pare was denied seeing this for the left alive monk, Tetsuro, crying asked Pare to help him. Tetsuro took off his thong and tied it around his lower belly. He kneeled on his haunches and asked Pare to get behind him. He found a fallen knife. As Aoi held out the thin rapier near a tree behind him, Sole used a head lock to get the long haired blond French boy up and walked him to the point and shoved him onto it. The thin rapier found the navel and struck as Aoi guided it. The guy's head went limp. His long hair hung down straight and blond, some brown in it too. He shut his eyes but was still breathing heavily. Sole was having some trouble with the other French kid but not much. Aoi said, "Watch you don't get your own belly stuck on that rapier." "I might want ta!" Sole laughed as he tossed the other one onto the end of it. "No! No!" The French boy gasped as he joined his pal from behind. He felt his pal's bare back with his chest. Sole's navel leaned on the point but he moved back, laughing. Aoi laughed, "Don't do that!" He moved the thin rapier all around but the final weight of the two dying kids made it limp downward. Aoi was not limp himself though, nor were the dying guys as one spurted on the other's back. Pare knelt behind Tetsuro. Both had their hands over the knife but Pare's hands were over Tetsuro's hand. "You don't have to do this." "Yes, I do." "Your choice." Pare smiled. "I will help." "Hey Pare, be careful, he might not want to but in the bloodlust and pain, he might jab it into ya, too," Aoi warned. "SO what if he does," Pare smiled, "It'll make me feel...hey! Give me warning next time willya?" Pare laughed as Tet's jab in happened by surprise. The jab went into Tet's navel and deeply. Tet moved it around, and drew it across his navel to his hip and downward until he hit just above his spurting and naked dick. Pare held him as he jerked and it seemed like five minutes before Tet died, gurgling and huffing all the way. The contents of his belly were all over Pare's hands and he wanted to clean them. "What a waste," Sole said. "What a waste." "Oh, I don't know," Pare got up and smiled, "It seemed fun for me." "Me too," Aoi said. "I do like that ear ring," Sole told Pare. "Can we have sex now?" Aoi asked, annoyed. "Of course," Sole said.