Date: Fri, 23 May 2008 13:45:09 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO  26

"Back to back?"  Sole asked.

In a thick white bandana and skimpy low cut thong, Fuk just shook his head
and went up to Sole's back with his back. He held his long Japanese curved
sword in both hands and over his head, then moved it down. Fuk's thong also
had a high cut from underneath. Sole swished his sword and spear as

a large group of the teams came circling around them, blocking them off
from the walls. The motorcycle thugs thought they were the toughest so they
came forward. Jackie had a huge outtie belly button, a tight stomach with
some light hair, and was older than Fuk and Sole. He wore a black leather
vest with no shirt on underneath, leather shorts, also black, and a
captain's cap. In one hand he held a bayonet and the other he had a long
knife. His team mates included Fred, a skinny, lanky blond with dark shades
on and short cropped hair, and pointed black boots. Fred wore a black short
cut leather top that just barely covered his nipples, and black lycra knee
ending pants. Howard was thicker in the middle with a wide hips and a thick
belly with a set belly button, rounded walls for a ridge and a navel that
went in as if it were going to go deeper but didn't...flesh seemed to jut
out of the depths. Howard wore no shirt, biker denim cut offs, blue with
white boots. Fred had two large machetes. Howard held a pick and an axe.

It seemed as if the circle around them was formed by all the bigger, older,
more muscled guys. To the bikers' left was the Greek team, Cimon, Pasion,
and Phintias. With a long thin sword, Cimon was short but tight muscled
with dark skin and a baby face, loin cloth of white. He had once been heavy
set but working out made his stomach flat and his navel looked as if it
weren't there at all but just a slight indent that bumped into perfect
skin. He had bony hips that lead the way down toward his pelvis, most of
which was out anyway. No hair on his body which had big pecs. Pasion was
lighter skinned but with a definite strong man jawline, wider shoulders,
and thick legs. He was also taller and wore a thong. He moved slower than
Cimon, using a pair of short swords. Holding a trident, Phintias was fatter
than the others and bigger, taller, and packed a lot of weight. He had on a
tight belt under his navel, which squished it together and he wore a
leather loin cloth with sandaled feet.

Azir, Lemur, Khaz, the Egyptians, were rounding closer to Fuk. All three
wore golden skirts with white lining, and sandals, not much else. Azir was
wide shouldered with a very flat, smooth stomach, not much hair, golden
tanned body. Abs that stuck inward with a ridge that stuck outward from his
belly button, which was semi innie, semi outtie. Lemur was golden haired
with two long braids in front and one in back. He gripped a long yellow
spear with a thin spearhead. Khaz was squat bodied, thick legged and armed
and had a belly that stuck out with a deep innie belly button.

The Norse boys moved around on Sole. Osk was a smaller but 21 year old with
two spears in his hand, both spears short. With a battle axe spear, Sigrun
was a big redhead with wide hips and a navel that was so forward it didn't
look like a real belly button at all but just a slight dent in his stomach
middle which was smooth. Lines from his hips lead the way down to his deer
skin loin cloth. Gray haired cubby cheeked boy Alti was another Viking,
much younger than the other two. He had only one sword. And he had a thin
stomach, lined with veins which circled bony hips and an innie belly
button.

With a sword, Roman Tatius with blond hair and blue eyes, a tight outtie
button, and a tied off series of knotted sheets as his loin cloth, came
between Fuk and Sole. His team mate, Pollio with red hair and brown eyes, a
freckled body, and holding a short spear and a long sword, joined him.
With them was Vitruvius with brown hair and eyes, a big muscle man, one of
the oldest in the arena and very formidable, tall and thick necked. He held
two long knives.

Four other Romans were on the other side between Fuk and Sole Felix with
brown eyes and blond hair, Otho with black hair and eyes, Lucanus, and
Sergei, with some Spanish blood in him it would seem. Sergei of all four
was the most handsome, with a small nose, dark Spanish skin, shiny black
eyes that shone, perfect teeth unmasked in a sly smile, anxious to get joy
from slaying, and long, long silky black hair. Green leaves formed coverage
over his privates and were held to his waist by a vine. He had a belly
button, the most unique one ever--the top was innie, ridge and all but the
bottom was jutting out, ridge out but the flesh above it was out more than
the ridge. All set in a set of abs, an eight pack of steel. And tight
lines.

As the circle neared Sole and Fuk, they waited and waited...until the guy's
swords were close enough to touch. Sole hit one of the motorcycle guys'
swords...the machete of Fred went downward and arched. Sole arched his
sword across Fred's hip and back to the other side, to hit Felix's abs and
then back to Fred, who was stooped to recover his machete, which went down
with its own weight. The other machete was in his other hand and Sole came
back and hit it...and it moved at Fred's own stomach. Sole aced his sword
back to where Felix was and cut him in the belly button quickly snipping
across the whole stomach. Felix crouched down in pain, his eyes shut
tight. Sole moved his sword back to Fred who had his own machete deep in
his stomach, hip to hip and feigned a hit to Fred again but instead moved
at the other motorcycle thug, Jackie, who was moving in on him with his
bayonet. Sole cut Jackie's outtie belly button right off, slicing it from
the stomach. Jackie looked down, "Ohh man, oh, oh, ohhhh, that's good! I
can still..."  Sole stuck the point deep in the button now and moved it out
to swipe the other side coming at him---a head of black hair of Otho,
moving swiftly...right into Sole's point as Sole jabbed it in a twisting
motion. Sole didn't wait or look, he watched the others as he dug in and
then zipped it right out. Otho gasped raspy air and fell forward in a
humping slump.

As Fred fell, his shades fell off and were crushed by the falling body of
Otho. Fred's vest flew from his sides.

While Sole was slaying, Fuk was doing the same thing. Only faster. And more
calmly. Fuk crouched down at first and this drew several of the bodies into
a false security. They moved in too fast. Quickly and smoothly, the
Oriental who looked Japanese, Chinese, Filipino, and Ameriasian, moved
around them, his katana moving at lightning pace. It went up into Azir's
golden tanned smooth belly, the ridge being twisted around itself as Fuk
turned his body, still holding the sword in Azir's flat belly. That
innie/outtie was going innie and outtie in all the wrong places: innie
became outtie and outtie became innie and the ridge covering was meshed
into flesh. Removing it over his head, Fuk swiped in a circle, high,
missing everyone, who looked up. His next swipe, didn't miss. The missed
swipe drew their attention and his next swipe got several of the bodies in
one swinging motion. They didn't feel it right away.

Lemur looked down at his own belly button. Sole saw it...on Khan's
hip..."Hey dude, you lost...where'd Fuk put your button, man!?"  Sole
laughed but Fuk was not going to talk or make jokes like he did. Fuk swung
again and cut Lemur who moved in with his long yellow spear even while his
butchered belly button burned. Lemur moved at him and Fuk sidestepped the
spear, holding it and moving it past his own body, to let go and grab
Lemur's braids, dragging Lemur past him...while Fuk held his katana across
Lemur's stomach, slicing it. Lemur fell with an agonized cry but as he
fell, Fuk tossed him, hip over hip into two other bodies coming at
him. Lemur's yellow spear fell in such a way that Fuk tripped Khaz and made
it so that Khaz's deep innie met the spear head..Khaz dipped to the
ground...using the spear as his pivot...in his belly button and out his
bare back. The squat Egyptian sucked in air, fully getting what happened to
him. He felt a burn in his gut and in the whole newly created tunnel just
made...and choked and died.  And Fuk moved his katana into the redhead
Pollio's lean belly, severing the button from each of its own sides.

Sole made baby faced Alti drop his sword by banging into it and shouldering
the short 21 year old away. As Alti tried to recover, Sole side jabbed his
sword into an inrushing Roman blond...Tatius, who had his navel outtie
stuck deep back into him. "Oh Guhhhhduhhhh," he said.


Sole smiled, "No, not a god, not me, just handsome like one...or pretty
I've been told..."

Tatius actually felt his outtie button taper back into his belly button
flesh, a tight knot behind the initial big outtie. "Oh mannnnnuh!"  It felt
good to him and Sole saw it register on his face.

"Sweet aye?"  Sole looked at Tatius's sheet loin cloth and saw it stain
wet, "Hey, I won't let you die in your diapers though..."  Sole cut them
off the boy's privates and the dick splattered out, cumming like an opened
ganoli. "Dig it?"

"Yeahhhhh..."  Tatius gasped...

"I wasn't talkin to you! I was talking to my sword as it did THIS!"  Sole
dug it deep in the boy's body. Tatius felt it ..his outtie knot going
through the rest of his body, a huge knot taking a dive through his stomach
to his back and finding no outlet...until it opened a flesh hole out his
vee back. "Hey Fuk, how're doing?"  As he did this, he rounded his sword
into Alti's thin skin, just above his hip and sliced his way to the belly
button and dug it a bit in and pulled it out in one motion flinging it
while still holding onto it into the back of muscle man Vitruvius, the man
being blocked by falling bodies...and as the muscle man turned to arch and
hold his back...Sole drove his point point first into Vitruvius's thick
navel...and dug in deep, kicking Osk in the knee cap as the Norseman came
at him trying to drive a short spear into Sole's navel. It nicked Sole's
ridge and caused a small cut. Sole grew red in the face and as he unstuck
the muscle man Vitruvius, rounded his foot without touching the ground. His
foot hit the muscle man and gave him a kick in the direction he was heading
anyway. Vitruvius yelped loudly and with a deep manly voice. "Manly man,
take him down!"  Sole made Vitruvius fall onto Osk and Osk trying to get
up, stuck his spear by accident into the falling thick muscle abs of the
muscle man. Osk found himself pinned under the muscle man, who took Osk's
other spear and jabbed it in Osk. "It's love at first point!"  Sole said as
he stabbed around and cut down Sigrun, the redhead.

"NoNONONOOno!"  Sigrun said as he moved down to the ground.

"OHHHHHH YESSS!"  Sole stuck him deeper and deeper until his hilt vanished
and then he unstuck him quickly and rounded his sword to ward off others,
"You, Fuk, you ought to try saying stuff as you delve into their belly
button material!"


Fuk didn't answer right away. He was too busy slaying. Felix came at him
and Fuk sidestepped the body and sliced sideways and upward through Felix's
belly button area. Felix's head and upper body leaned on Fuk's. Fuk just
stared impassively at him. "Like you?"  Fuk said it to Sole.

Sole said, "Yeah, it helps ease your body tension. And let's face it, your
bodies' tense! Intense maybe!"  He laughed killing another kid who fell
across his knee and turned, belly up. Sole stuck sword down in him. His
spear rounded and he got two guys at once as they backed into each other,
on his spear. Sole kneed the kid off him, blond hair flying on both of them
and slung his spear in such as way as to make the other two on it cum
flying off it. The pair stuck to each other via bloody belly to bloody back
and penis from the one behind in the butt of the one in front. For these
two young boys were nude. American and British by the look of them and by
the sound of their yelps.

"Okay, I will...try...it."  Fuk unstuck Felix and Felix fell onto his
shoulder and then thin air. As Felix fell Lucanus moved at Fuk but Fuk
tripped him and cut his back as he fell. Lucanus was on the ground, face
down. Fuk turned him over.

Lucanus couldn't get it out fast enough, "NO, no, let me live I'll..."

Fuk's katana point found Lucanus's belly button.

Fuk looked at him, "Die...with...my point...in your...hot...flesh belly
button...em....euh...en...joy it."

Sole shook his head, "Maybe you'd better try again!"

Fuk unstuck Lucanus and moved at the Greeks. Cimon got down low so Fuk used
his katana low and needled Cimon from above, point arching down into navel
and going lower deeper and finding the innards between navel and
dick...hard meat. "Feel...the...love...can you, man?"

Cimon looked at him questionably, "Let...me...die...kill me good!"

"I...want...you to enjoy...your last...meal...my steel point in your
stomach for breakfast..."  Fuk said, deadpan. The other two Greeks
attacking, stopped to look at him.


Sole unstuck a skinny tall kid, "Maybe you'd better go back to being quiet
and ...oh wow!"  Sole could feel the kid's abs flex as he fought to keep
the sword point from going in....but Sole dug in anyway, his right hand
with spear leaning against the kid's washboard on the opposite side. He
unstuck and leveled the spear into nude Eanfrith, a Pict. Eanfrith's dick
hung and swung. And spat.

Alpin and Wroid dove at him. Sole moved under their jumps...and as each
jumped from either side, he stuck one from one side with his spear and the
other with his sword while they were in the air. Their navels in the air
came out their backs and sailed through the air. One hit Nolo on his lower
abs, beneath his own navel.

"This is what I call...fucking cool!"  Nolo scooped up the Pict belly
button and cupped it in both hands. "See..."  He showed his
concubine...Yule, who drank from it, wide eyed with joy and glee of the
killing. Soon their cum filled penises would squirt from hard thickness
laying across or straight up on their bellies...

Sole felt that glee too. He continued. Fuk was wide eyed as he jabbed and
stuck. He killed the other Greeks and then worked his way through the
Chinese and Japanese attackers. He and Sole never let anyone get between
their backs as they fought. "Fuk, being quiet suits you best..."

"Maybe you ought to try my style too."

"AWWW you cut me!"

"Fighting style or being quiet?"

"Me belly!"

"You figure it out!"

            "Ya gut me!"

"You're a rip..."

"I'm cut!"

"ME?"  Fuk asked, "You talking to me?"

"I gotcha now...OW!"

"No, this guy's belly...it's a rip..."

"Die youuuuuuuu, gagag!"


A lot of guys were hanging back, letting the muscle guys and Orientals to
move in first. Now they had to join in. There were just so many of them but
whoops...they were going down all the time. The Hansons came at Sole. Tay
said, "Together and now!"  Tay attacked Sole's left but got a spear in his
navel. At the same time, buff armed Zach used his sword at Sole, who
blocked it with his sword. Sole's spear in Tay's thin washboard, and his
sword blocking Zach, meant that tall brother Ike was free to jab at Sole
but..as Ike, his face the reading of victory and his eyebrows veed in a
look of malicious masochism as he knew he would stick Sole good...moved in,
he suddenly stopped, moved a bit but stopped. He looked down. A metal point
was emerged from his navel hole. Fuk had stabbed him in the back. He
watched it make a circle around and dip and turn fully around, all within
his navel. Fuk unstabbed him and moved around to finish off Sergei, who
whooped and hollered all over. Sergei jumped and circled but Fuk just came
up to him calmly and matched him move for move and stabbed him in the belly
button when the time suited him. Sergei whooped and sunk to his cummy
death, his unique belly button mangled. He looked as Fuk stuck him again
and kept the sword in there and twisted so that the upper innie part
swiveled down to the bottom. Fuk scooped and the lower unique ridge covered
the sword point but the point made it cover more and then Fuk pulled out
and the cover tore! As Sergei tried to hold it, the mess came out in his
hands. Fuk moved onto others, successfully slaying the other two Picts,
making the pair of them lean on each other's bodies after he cut
them. Bellies cut, Alpin and Wroid dropped weapons and dicks did just the
opposite, stuck up more, past each other. Fuk went on to even more---the
Orientals Hung, Yao, and Wang. As he did, Alpin's dick crossed swords with
Wroid's.

"We die like good Pict warriors!"

"Oh yeah!"  They came and it split up their bodies almost as one and
covered their necks. But they fell as one and moved off each other as two.

Putting spear deeper into Tay to get him flung off it, Sole also rounded on
Zach who was good. "You're good, kid, real good!"  Sole now brought his
spear to bear on Zach and Zach didn't know what to do. "But I'm fucking
better!"  Sole stuck both spear and sword into Zach's belly button, a
largish affair. Both didn't touch each other...at least until Sole wanted
them to. Zach's navel burned on both sides and he tried to toughen his
stomach, tightening it. He inched forward on the weapons.

"I can take it!"

"Oh yeah, you're real good," Sole moved the spear and sword points so that
they changed places, swishing Zach's flesh, "But not good enuf!"  Sole
stuck in and then pulled both out, leaving a wide open gap in Zach's
belly. He felt the inrush of air and the absence of what was there
before....it sort of was comforting to know something filled that
void...but now...

"Oh, I've had it!"  Zach fell down and nursed his wounds but died
anyway. "Oh, oh, ahhhhhh."  Something below Sole popped and he knew it was
Zach's dick slit.

Very little, young giggling boys were pulling bodies out of the way, one or
two got caught in the crossfire and giggled as they found either Sole or
Fuk's weapons in their little guts. Also, others put their swords
accidentally usually into these clean up crews' guts. One guy, a kid barely
older than they, saw his opportunity as he was sick of the gloating these
clean up fems laid his way. He stuck a clean up boy straight on in his
belly as he was struggling, laughingly so, to drag the muscle man
Vitrivuius's body out. The kid was pulling with his back to the muscle man
so his strained navel popping out was stuck by the kid. "Opps!"  The kid
faked, "I didn't mean...oh hell yeah, I did."


A kid next to this one jerked a bit in a laugh, "Yeah, that's right, do
that little fucker, I hate em little fuckers come in here and cleanin up,
get him real good."

The little one fell onto the muscle man's back...the same one he had been
pulling. "Puh...puh--leaze..."

"Okay, I'll kill ya faster!"  The kid stabbing the little one jerked his
sword in faster so that the kid spread out over the muscle man's back, his
own belly open. The kid tried one last move upward to bend into the sword
but he couldn't manage the strength to do so.

"Oh, naw....I...I..ohhhh..."

Some other kids grabbed hold of the muscle man's arms and pulled him and
the kid out, the stuck kid dying en route...

Then these two kids who were laughing at this, looked down at their navels
and saw little red spots where their belly buttons should have been. "Oh
shit!"

"It was...it was him!"  The second one pointed to Sole who was spinning and
jutting his sword in and out through the air, stabbing, withdrawing,
stabbing...

The two gulped and fell to their knees. The first one bent back but the
second lollopupped forward. "He got us but good...."  They fell side to
side now and kicked out their legs, hugging each other, "So cold...hold me
man, hold me..."

"I am, man, I am. And now...we die..."

"Oh I don't wanna..."

"Oh die," another kid stabbed them both in the bellies sliding it between
their close together stomachs.

Arabian: Jinn, Geng, Chul, Casbah.


Sole hit the swords out of the hands of the boys from modern times: Oliver,
Kien, Kyle. All three stood there not knowing what to do. Sole saw three
Africans with spears coming at him and fast. All he had time to do was
wound the three boys. He nicked them each near their chests, between ribs
and heart. The trio of kids fell, crying out loudly. The three Africans,
Nubu, Avil, Shaka,came at him, tying their spears into a one point. Sole
hit it with his sword,moving the spears upward. He dipped under the spear
points and his sword found the THICK outtie belly button that HUNG out of
Nubu. Sole found it tough going to cut into it but he did this and while he
did, he kept the other two spears away from his using his own spear. The
other two tried to pull their spears away to re-jab in but Sole kept
hitting with his spear and rounding it on both, not having any specific
method to which one he targeted. He kept them guessing while he enjoyed
pushing into the hardest belly button he ever pierced. "Man, you have a
toughie...and I pierced a lot of navels on a lot of guys, you've the best!"

Nubu smiled a large white perfect set of teeth, "But not it not helping me!
You slay me dead!"

"Yeah, die, and die well," Sole said, "Nothing personal, I just don't want
to die myself and this is, well, the ARENA!"  On this last word, he jabbed
the sword all the way in up to the hilt and dodged the spears of the other
two black boys. Sole pulled out and jumped up, swinging his spear around
the spear of Shaka, rounding it so Shaka didn't know where it would end
up. He should have known. The spear cut his belly button in two and was out
just as fast. Shaka stared at his cut bloody navel and looked at the still
fighting Sole in amazement. Nubu smiled and then his smile faded as he felt
more pain than he could tolerate. He shrunk to the ground. Shaka stared
some more at his own cut navel.

"He is good..and I'm...I'm feeling just as good..."

"Oh DIE!"  Sole hit his spear into the lined, perfect eight pack of Shaka's
and swished it around. He removed it and jabbed it next to his sword
point...in Avil's belly button. Avil fell, folding in on himself. His legs
went any which way. Shaka gulped and then he sank down too.

Pirate boys Gauche, Bucc, and Syn, all wildly dressed or undressed as the
case might be went to the three Celtic-Irish-Welsh mixture boys: Ronan,
Nuil, Gwyn. "They can't get all of us if we line up one behind the other!"

The Knights: a young boy named Galahad, blond and lithe and innocent faced,
Bres and Art heard this. They were stripped now out of their armor and only
wearing cloth strips over their privates. "Sounds like a good idea!"
Galahad said. "But I go first as is my honor."


Fuk was finishing up the Orientals, all of whom thought they could take
him. He butchered their abs finely. One got Fuk backed to the wall away
from Sole but Fuk darted out of the way and another Oriental made his spear
target in the pit of that one's belly button. One stuck the other. Fuk
easily sliced into the abs of the other and both yelped loudly and tried to
stand. Instead, they folded over their wounds. Fuk knocked his whole body
into another and that one fell onto his stomach and Fuk stuck the sword
between the ground his abs and whipped it out, razor sharp side up inthe
guy's abs. The Oriental teen jerked, his butt coming up and his stomach
going down...onto more death.

The foursome of Arabians: Jinn, Geng, Chul, Casbah rushed Fuk as Sole
called out a warning. Another Oriental, a younger boy, came up, his back to
Sole, "Where is he, where is he? Where the fuck is Fuk?"

Sole reached out from behind him, holding the kid with his spear hand and
leaning his spear up against his body longwise. He cut the sword he held
into the kid's navel meat,"Is your eye in your belly button? Cause if so, I
can see why you can't see him."  Sole cut in heavily and had to jump back
as his own sword point stuck out the kid's yellow back and almost pierced
into Sole's navel itself. 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 laughed at this and inched back, curving his fine
belly. Another kid tried to rush Sole from the side but Sole jabbed his
spear out horizontally now and the kid ran right onto his spear. The kid
had a long spear, longer than Sole's. Sole unstuck the Oriental kid and let
him fall, a wide O on the kid's mouth and wide eyes open, seemingly stuck
and unable to blink.

"OHHHHHHH!"

"FucK!"

"What?"  Fuk chopped into two Arab bellies.

"That wasn't me!"  Sole yelled, sticking the kid with the long spear. Sole
saw the line of Knights, pirate boys, and Celtic mix breeds coming in one
line, one behind the other.

"Fuk, that hurt my belly! Now I die! Fuk!"

"What do you want, I am quite busy!"  Fuk said.

"THAT WASN'T ME, FUCK, FUK!"

Sole dropped his two weapons as he saw the line. Galahad was in the lead,
young, youthful, innocent, red cheeked, long flowing blond hair and a chest
out that didn't go out far but was proud and brave. "I see you realize you
cannot win and are surrendering..."

"Wha?"  Sole said as the kid with the long spear just stood stuck in front
of him.

Galahad went on, "I promise by God's witness you will die fast and true as
the Bible tells us one such as you should..."



Sole grabbed the long spear and let the spear kid fall, giving him a push
out of the way, "Move!"  Sole took the spear and leveled it. "IN YOUR
DREAMS religion boy!"  He shoved the spear, which had no spearhead but a
rounded point like a giant toothpick, for it was wooden. He shoved it right
into Galahad's little navel and kept it plunging in and in and in and in...

The kid behind Galahad, Gauche couldn't see over Galahad's shoulder. But he
looked at Galahad's bare and nicely toned back, distracted. Suddenly
something popped out of it in the lower area just before his buttox and
kept on delving...right into Gauche's own navel and it kept moving. "Frig!
It didn't work, run my lovely boys, run!"

"TOO LATE!"  Sole, sweating, heaved the spear into the line roaming them
around in a wave of boys, like a sheekebob. "Too late for all of you!"

Nolo licked his lips, "Good, good, good. But you, you gladiators, they are
separated now, can you not finish them now? There are only two of them!
Kill Sole! Kill Fuk! And if you cannot kill but one of them then make it
Sole you kill! Don't just stand there, kill! KILL! KILL!"



TO BE CONTINUED...

Phew!