WARNING: This fictional story contains sexual accounts between men and
boys, boys with boys AND IS UNSUITABLE FOR MINORS UNDER THE
AGE OF TWENTY-ONE. You should know whether you want to be
reading this or not!
"Bare Butt Warrior"
Copyright 1989-1998, 2006-2007 by Vince Water
All rights reserved. Seventh printing
Story text edited by my good friend, Luke.
Author's Note:
This short story follows the main 'Bare Butt Brave' story which you should
have read first. Blackfoot terms are explained at the end.
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* "Bare Butt Warrior" *
* by Vince Water *
"Let me tell you a story about a great warrior chief," I begin. The
almost-braves sitting around our campfire look to me with their cute
smiles. Boys still. After their days of initiation and naming, men they
will become. This is a good story to end the day with.
"His name was Bad-eyes when he was himself a brave. Do you know why?"
A youth answers, "Because he couldn't see well?"
"His eyes were like an eagle's," I reply with awe. "No. He wasn't
looking ahead of him when he should have. His eyes were upon his
friends swimming in the river below. He didn't notice the bank's edge
and tumbled down it. The laughing boys knew what held his attention.
Everyone in the tribe knew what his heart desired: bared boy butts.
When he was initiated as a brave, Bad-eyes became his name to bear."
"Is your story about Chief Good-eyes?" asks Pony-ear.
"Yes, it is. Have you heard this story before?"
Pony-ear answers, "Only parts of it. We've all heard about his many
coups against the blue-coats in the southern lands. He had a love for a
White boy named Krist-o-fer."
"My story is about his powerful medicine!" I announce with pride.
These boys are facing a grueling rite tomorrow so I want to give them
a special story to carry them through it. To lend them courage. I
continue my story.
"Bad-eyes was made a warrior after that day the blue-coats attacked
his tribe. Five times my fingers of horsemen had fallen upon them with
thunder-sticks and hatred. Many of the People were slain.
"It was Bad-eyes who led the other braves and warriors. His father
was the first killed. When no other warrior was ready to lead, this
brave rallied them. His men deflected the blue-coats to give time for
the others to escape. Coups and brave deeds were done on that terrible
day. Know that not all battles can be won. Yet they succeeded in
attaining honor for themselves and some of the People were saved."
Pony-ear asks, "Is that what caused the Journey of Tears? I'm told
that I had lost two uncles and a grandfather in that battle."
"Yes. The White men drove them further into the mountains. They
wanted to rub out all of the People yet Bad-eyes saved some. His
tribesmen hid for a time in caves amongst the tall rocks. To honor
Bad-eyes for his leadership, he was given the name Good-eyes by the
warrior society. Later, he became a chief."
Strong-legs whines, "We know all that. Tell us something we don't
know. Where did his medicine come from?"
"Do you even know what his medicine was?" I ask while staring at
this bold youth. He squirms against his ground mat uneasily. A nice
butt on him.
"Yes..." answers Strong-legs in a whisper.
"Then speak if you're wanting to tell my story!" The youth turns
shy like a buffalo calf from my loud words. When I smile and gesture
for him to continue, Strong-legs faces the other two boys and begins.
"His great medicine was that none of the White man's thunder-sticks
could kill him. He took their rounded stones in his limbs but none could
hurt him more than that. Those warriors and braves under his leadership
shared in that powerful medicine. All wanted be with him when they
attacked blue-coats!"
"Do you know how his medicine was given to his men?" I ask Strong-legs
with a sly grin. He reveals embarrassment. Hmm. Has this boy shared in
that sacred medicine rite from Good-eyes? I glance at the other youths
for similar signs before continuing.
"Good-eyes loved his White boy. When the other tribesmen wanted this
youth's life in revenge after the battle, Good-eyes protected his boy.
He explained that Krist-o-fer had nothing to do with the blue-coats'
attack and that he was important to his medicine. Let me tell you why!
"Krist-o-fer knew many things about the blue-coats. He was briefly
stolen back by his People because of this. Brave Bad-eyes rescued him
from the Great-canoe-that-whistles to gain those secrets and to keep
the boy's love. When Krist-o-fer learned our speech, he revealed many
things about our enemy: the power of their thunder-sticks, attack
formations, horsemanship and the blue-coats secret warrior ways. The
boy saw himself not as a White but a proud Blackfoot."
"If they were lovers and both male, how... ah, did they mate?" asks
Grass-speaker.
I smile at this youngest of the boys here. Grass-speaker is a gifted
fourteen year old. It's said that he can foretell future events in his
dreams. Especially on those nights when the wind blows swiftly across
the tall prairie grass. They tell him secrets. I think Grass-speaker
may one day become an Inspired One.
The other boys aren't as unknowing as Grass-speaker. They giggle at
him while Strong-legs reveals his deepening embarrassment. If he's been
given that warrior's medicine, why does he feel such a weak emotion? I
answer Grass-speaker's question though my eyes remain on Strong-legs.
"Good-eyes kept his butt uncovered like any squaw-man wanting to be
mounted. Many needing tribesmen, men who weren't married and boys did
he satisfy. Krist-o-fer spermed him too but it came from his strong
love. The White boy's medicine protected his warrior from harm. Other
braves stood before the White youth with uncovered butts to seek that
same protection for themselves yet the boy would only give it to
Good-eyes. He felt it was wrong to love another."
"Good-eyes passed on that White boy's medicine!"
"Yes," I answer Strong-legs. "Good-eyes mounted all the braves who
asked for his protection medicine. Some fortunate youths were invited
to spend a night in his tipi..." I reach back for my butt and slap over
it with a sly grin.
"He put his medicine into me!" admits Strong-legs.
I smile at the boy's proud words. "I too was given a filled butt by
Good-eyes in my youth. It's special to be given his medicine rite when
only a boy."
"Why?" asks Grass-speaker.
"Because more was given us than just his seed in our butts. He loved
us as Krist-o-fer loved him. The White boy wouldn't share that with any
other but Good-eyes had much love to offer boys."
"Did he love the braves he was leading?" asks Pony-ear.
"In a way he did. Many braves were mounted by Good-eyes yet only to
boys would this warrior offer love. A love that was more than of his
loins. He guided those chosen youths with his instruction on how to
become successful warriors. Strong-legs and I have been fortunate."
"Chief Good-eyes went away before he could do all that for me..."
whispers Strong-legs with sadness.
"Then I shall take his place." The boy accepts my hand over his heart
and turns from me to bare his body. My spirit soars to know that the
youth accepts my love rite! I mount his rear end while singing Good-eyes'
sacred medicine song. The other boys watch us in awe.
Strong-legs' hole is ridden with care. My thrusts are pleasurable
and cause the boy little pain. Chief Good-eyes must not have been the
only man to join with this youth, cock in butt hole. I suspect that the
boy has a secret male lover in the tribe.
I recall a sweet memory from my own youth. It wasn't I who took
thrusts in the ass but a certain handsome brave. My aching loins were
often filling him until that White boy came to his lodge. Krist-o-fer
was so jealous! Yet in the moons that followed, he overcame the wrong
teachings by his White People and the three of us loved with full hearts.
Kris and I passed our initiation to become braves. That allowed us to
take on manhood responsibilities. I've since married with a squaw
tending to my tipi. She's given me a son from my loins but to boys I
pass on Good-eyes sacred teachings along with our love. Strong-legs is
about to take my pleasurable gush in his butt. Wisdom will be given him
too in the moons ahead so he'll become a strong warrior. He must first
pass that grueling rite tomorrow.
As a brave, I'd joined Good-eyes' war party. It became my turn to
bend over and take that man's seed inside me. Love was already ours all
them years.
I'm taken from my thoughts by the youth in my arms. Strong-legs'
moaning proves that he's enjoyed given his butt to others before. My
thrusts in him are savage when I complete myself. Ahh! My strong gushing
fills the boy's asshole which he acknowledges by his high-pitched wail.
"Ah, yes!" cries Strong-legs. "I feel your manly power inside me!"
The last squirts of my sperm enter this sweet boy in my arms. My
voice had broken up but I manage to finish the medicine song. Strong-legs
reaches back for my butt. He wants to keep our bodies together so my arms
tighten around his chest. The other boys look at us in awe.
"I can sing Good-eyes' medicine song for both of you too." The boys
exchange looks.
Two more butts are offered to me for filling. My loins are satisfied
(for now). After releasing Strong-legs from my arms, I sing Good-eyes'
medicine song while tickling between the cheeks of Pony-ear and
Grass-speaker in turn with my cock. It's still oozing to moisten their
holes. No need to penetrate their virgin tightness. These two boys
likely don't share my spirit to love those of our sex. Strong-legs is
another matter. I wonder which young brave in the tribe he loves?
Strong-legs slaps over his butt with pride. He bends over to let the
other boys see my medicine put inside him. They've seen sperm before
from handling their erections at need but not put into a willing asshole.
Pony-ear makes me grin when he kneels behind Strong-legs. He smiles
knowingly at me before pressing his face into the boy's wet butt.
Grass-speaker stands at my side, wide eyed.
We watch the youth suck my medicine seed from Strong-legs' asshole.
Grass-speaker turns to me with a questioning expression. I answer him.
"I've seen this before," I explain. "Some of the warriors who would
follow Good-eyes into battle shared in his protection medicine by
sucking out his ritual seed from a mounted brave. They didn't want
their butts taken like a squaw."
Pony-ear stands up with shy eyes. My sperm is dribbling down his
mouth. I'm pleasantly surprised when Grass-speaker takes his place
behind Strong-legs. He also drinks my medicine from that boy's hole.
I'm circled by three horny youths. The firelight dances over their
bodies and paints swollen boy poles red. I give each one a suggestive
pull. "You have been filled with Good-eyes Power. Do you not feel an
aching to your loins? Release it!"
I'm given a fierce hug by Strong-legs. He whispers words in my ear
while the other two boys pull on their erections at our side. My act of
manhood has enflamed their loins. Strong-legs rubs himself against me
for his own male release after satisfying his need to play the squaw.
This is what he's whispered to me. A young boy in the tribe has taken
his heart. They express their love with naked acts that includes
sticking into Strong-legs' butt though the youth cannot sperm. I offer
to perform Good-eyes' medicine rite as many times as he wants so his
love boy can enjoy slippery stabs in his hole afterwards. Power will
pass to this young boy so his loins will mature more quickly.
Strong-legs groans with pleasure in my arms. I'm pulling over his
wet butt to help drive his dick onto me. He's proven to be two spirited.
Grass-speaker cries out when shooting his pole at me. I feel his warm
'rain' falling over my left butt cheek. When turning to Pony-ear, I see
the boy struggling to achieve his own release. He uses both hands to beat
over his long pole. Strong-legs grunts out. His swift squirts wet our
bellies. I give the boy a fond pat to his butt while his eyes shine.
Pony-ear reveals pain on his face when trying to complete himself
like the other boys have. Either he's too shy to squirt in front of us
or he's already emptied his balls today. I don't want the boy to chafe
his dick. I gentle push Strong-legs from my arms. His sperm on my belly
glistens in the firelight. "Wet your pole with it."
After nodding to assure Pony-ear that he can, the boy gathers sperm
from our bellies. He wets his sore pole with it and resumes pulling
over his foreskin. Grass-speaker slaps over his rear 'drums' to set a
lusty beat to the boy's jerking. Strong-legs backs onto me. My cock has
become hard again from watching naked youths perform. I easily slip
into his hole. Grass-speaker giggles at us but he keeps slapping over
his butt in time to Pony-ear's male lust rite.
I lock my hands over Strong-legs' chest. A wet slapping sound is
heard from where our bodies are joined below. I'm giving his butt savage
stabs. Such pleasure from it! A boy's asshole is tighter than my squaw's
cunt. We're both moaning through our noses. Pony-ear swings his hips
while stabbing into the air between us. Grass-speaker pounds over his
rear 'drums' more quickly now. I'm pounding into a boy's drum myself. My
balls tingle in warning and I shoot into Strong-legs' butt. He cries out.
Pony-ear gets wet by the boy in my arms. He wipes Strong-legs' sperm
down his belly to make his pole slippery. My cock slows its pounding in
Strong-legs' drum. I release a sigh of relief. Twice I have seeded this
willing boy. He's held close in my arms while his hands reach back to
hold my butt, keeping our bodies together as one. We watch Pony-ear
frantically beat over his shy stick. Is the boy going to release any
time soon?
Strong-legs starts singing. It's Good-eyes medicine song he offers
Pony-ear while Grass-speaker fondles the boy's breast. Stiff brown
nipples push out from them. With eyes closed, Pony-ear stabs through
his tightly clenched hands. Grass-speaker continues pounding over his
'drums' in beat to the lusty songs being uttered by mouth and loins. I
join Strong-legs in singing. He grasps my hands over his belly to
squeeze them. I plant a fond kiss on his neck.
After a while, Pony-ear gives it up. He mutters an excuse about
having shy balls so I gesture that the boys sit around the fire.
Grass-speaker kneels close by his friend. Strong-legs wants to keep
himself impaled on my cock so I bring him down with me to my mat. It's
nice having him in my lap. His dick is gently stroked in my left hand
while I palm over his tits that gets him to moan.
"Are you two in love?" asks Pony-ear.
I smile in understanding. "There is already a squaw in my tipi."
"I heard that Good-eyes had taken a wife after mourning for his
White boy."
"That is so, Pony-ear. It's a man's duty to bring children into the
world who'll live beyond him. I am fond of Strong-legs. He shares my
spirit that is special."
"How?" asks Grass-speaker.
"We're two spirited. From the front of our bodies, we express our
male selves. Our butts are given to needing men."
"Like squaws do?"
I'm nodding. "All older boys and men must relieve themselves."
Grass-speaker notices Pony-ear peering at his dick. It's still oozing
after coming out earlier. "Can you handle your friend?"
Pony-ear mutters, "Mine is too shy to wet."
"It still feels good to try!" Grass-speaker reaches for his friend's
erection and strokes over it. I've been handling Strong-legs' dick for
his pleasure. Sparks fly into the night's sky from our campfire. It
joins with the countless stars above reminding me of the many Whites
coming to live in our hunting grounds. "Let me tell you about the
red-coats and their warrior ways."
"Will they fall upon the People like the blue-coats of the south?"
Strong-legs asks with a fearful voice.
"Our chiefs hope that it will not be so," I answer calmly. "We've come
to the Grandmother Country to escape the blue-coats' relentless attacks
in the south. They wanted to push us off our lands so the White People
who are beyond count can dwell there. Our numbers have dwindled. The
red-coats here are called Moun-tees. They will keep the peace between
our two People here."
"I've seen one a few days ago!" says Pony-ear. "He rode up to where
I was drawing water from the stream."
"Why didn't you tell us?" asks Strong-legs.
Pony-ear reveals embarrassment on his face. He shrugs his shoulders,
looking down at Grass-speaker trying to get his shy pole to wet.
"Did you see his thunder-stick?"
"Yes. It was sheathed in a black scabbard on his horse. He didn't
take it out but showed me that his manhood 'stick' was in need to shoot."
"You saw his cock?" I ask. Pony-ear nods.
"He was cleaning his body in the stream. I was curious to see a
White man so my filling of mother's water bladders was slowly done.
He kept looking at me with fierce eyes. That made me shy but when the
man grew excited and took his need in hand, I joined him in the stream.
We shared thrills together."
Pony-ear is revealing embarrassment by his admission. He needs to
be assured that their act together wasn't wrong. "It is better to love
who could be an enemy than to make war with him." The boy peers up at
me with pleading eyes.
"I really liked him. We couldn't exchange words but from his smiles
and gentle touches to my body, no fear came into me that he was White."
"How did he touch you?" asks Strong-legs.
Pony-ear looks down at his erection. "Like Grass-speaker is doing."
"Did you shoot?"
"In his mouth!" the boy shouts with pride.
Grass-speaker grins, lowering his head to mouth that shy dick. I'm
feeling Strong-legs getting hard in my hand. My cock stands in his
asshole though he's already given me male relief.
Pony-ear continues. "It felt good to let that White man drink from
my pole. He beat over his pink cock. I marveled to see him shoot seed
at my feet. A lot! The man dressed back into his red coat and rode off.
I've been reliving what he did to me so that's why my balls are empty."
Grass-speaker doesn't give up trying to suck off Pony-ear. The boy's
head bobs up and down. I'm stroking Strong-legs' foreskin more quickly
now. My cock gives his butt some lusty stabs.
A tense expression comes to Pony-ear's face. He's grasping his
friend's head while getting sucked by him. Breaths are held. When the
boy cries out, I feel a thrilling tightening to Strong-legs' hole around
my cock that to my pleasant surprise, gives his butt yet another drink
from my loins. His warm rain falls to my left hand. We're panting for
breath while sharing male relief together. I give the boy's neck a kiss.
Grass-speaker faces us with a sly grin. He opens his mouth to show
us what he's managed to coax from Pony-ear's dick over his tongue. Then
the boy swallows it. I notice that he bears an erection. "Return the same
pleasure for your friend," I ask Pony-ear. The boy giggles nervously.
"You don't have to..." Grass-speaker reaches down to pull over his
stiff pole.
Pony-ear explains, "I'm not like you and Strong-legs. My heart will
be given to a squaw."
"I realize that. Grass-speaker's eyes have been chasing after a
certain girl who I think fancies him too."
"Do you really think Soft-deer-skin wants me?"
"The following moons will see if that is so, Grass-speaker. When you
pass your initiation rite and a man's name is given you, she will be
proud." The boy is beaming at me. His left hand continues to stroke
over his erection.
"Until you are satisfying yourselves in squaws, why not turn to each
other from need? There is no shame in this. You are practicing the love
acts for when you become men."
Grass-speaker and Pony-ear exchange looks. At some unspoken signal,
Pony-ear lowers his head down to suck on his friend's pole. Grass-speaker
closes his eyes. His mouth opens while he pants excitedly. Strong-legs
starts bouncing in my lap. That has me chuckling.
"Has my butt sucked your loins dry?" asks Strong-legs.
I'm laughing harder. "We can... find... out!" My hands pulls over
the boy's hips while I give him lots of stabs. Strong-legs wails out
like a girl. Moans escape Grass-speaker's mouth. He obviously likes
getting his pole sucked.
The wood in our fire pops and moans like the boys kneeling around it.
Stiff dicks offer us pleasure and male relief when wielded in hand, in
a friend's mouth or stuck up a tight butt. Strong-legs is enjoying his
squawness. I know how good it can feel to take stabs in an asshole.
During my boyhood, I'd been filling butts; not giving mine to Krist-o-fer
or Bad-eyes in return. When my lover was named a warrior and I became a
brave following him into battle, Good-eyes protected me from harm by
performing his sacred medicine rite. It'd been painful at first to take
his thrusts yet there was much joy to satisfy my lover as a man. He'd
been laying over that White boy's back to do so. I enjoyed his pale
butt too on many a night.
It was only in manhood when I understood my true spirit. Giving
myself completely to another satisfied my female longing that had been
denied. My wife accepts that I'm two spirited. Only in her arms will my
life pass beyond me to those who come after us to continue the sacred
circle of life. I allow needing boys and men to lay over my back.
Though their seed won't bring forth a new life, there's still much joy
in the trying. The men I've given myself to remain my closest friends.
To boys, I pass on my teachings they'll need to become strong warriors
as if they were my own sons. The circle of life never ends.
I'm taken from my thoughts when Grass-speaker cries out. He leans
over to rest his head over Pony-ear's. The two boys have exchanged
pleasures. It's made them close friends even when they'll come to have
squaws in their lodges to satisfy male need and the longing for love in
their hearts.
"Grass-speaker has shot," says Strong-legs. "A mighty warrior such as
yourself can do the same?"
I've been driving my spear into the boy's thirsty butt yet my loins
won't flow. The thrills are slow to reach that thrilling part where
I'll seed. I lock my hands over his belly. "Aren't you satisfied with
the three fillings that I've given you?"
Strong-legs laughs. "The night is still young."
I sit before the fire with a sweet boy in my arms. During the long
night, more words of wisdom are given these youths to keep in their heads.
Men they will become after enduring the grueling rite proving if their
bodies, hearts and spirits are strong. I already know that theirs are.
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Blackfoot Terms
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The Old Siksika (Blackfoot) words used in my story were taken from the
book: 'North American Indians' by George Catlin, volume II. This early
American artist not only painted but kept an extensive log of what he
saw of the Native Americans. He truly loved these beautiful People.
"Bare Butt Brave" is set in the year 1858. The "Bare Butt Warrior"
story took place nine years after that.
Ahkeea sah-komape: (A squaw-boy) What the squaw-man asked of Christopher
inside his lodge. He heard that Owopspec had taken the White boy as
his lover and wondered if that pale butt was being offered to others.
The squaw-man demonstrated how his asshole was enjoyed by needing men
and boys.
Brave: A boy of around fifteen years of age who's been ritually named
as a man by his tribe. All braves try to attain the honored status of
warrior.
Breechclout: A soft hide worn by the male. A man wears his as a length
of deerskin held next to his body by a thong belt. Teenage boys wear
simple flaps in the front and back of them. Younger boys go about naked.
Breechclout-boy: (Wind-go-through-his-hair) This boy was Owopspec's
lover before Christopher came to their lodge. It arose feelings of
jealousy in that White youth until he could overcome his notion about
what love really was. He learned from the Indians that male love was
good and that he could share it with Owopspec and Breechclout-boy. In
the "Bare Butt Warrior" story, Wind-go-through-his-hair is the unnamed
man who gave those three boys Warrior Good-eyes' medicine rite.
Caquay-mummea: (Night-fish) The nine-year-old Necklace Boy. This youth
embraced Chris on that first morning outside the Blackfoot camp. He's
the chief's adopted son.
Christopher Walker: Fifteen year old White boy who comes to live with
the Blackfoot. They call him Krist-o-fer while Owopspec simply uses
the boy's shortened name of Kris out of fondness.
Cogue-ahtose: (Moon) Owopspec's gelded white horse.
How: (Good-bye)
How ne tucka: (How are you?) The Blackfoot Chief's greeting to
Christopher outside of camp.
Innuya-ohkitchi: (Long-fingers) This fourteen-year-old finished second
in the boys' race. He mounted the squaw-man after Chris refused to
continue the unloving act.
Moeese caquay: (Lodges; many!)
Ne stoa pinnan jeh ah-eene, ah? (We one spirit; yes?) Owopspec used
these words to ask for Christopher's love.
Owopspec: (Eyes) The shortened Blackfoot name Chris calls his brave.
Even after learning how to speak Siksika, he continues to call his
lover 'Eyes' out of fondness since the man's full name had changed from
Bad-eyes as a brave to Good-eyes as warrior.
Pah-kaps-owopspec: (Bad-eyes) A seventeen-year-old brave of the Blackfoot
and youngest son of the chief. He traded six buffalo skins at the fort
to take Christopher back to his lodge as his lover. After leading the
other men in battle against the blue-coats, he's given a warrior's name
of Good-eyes. He later becomes chief and then shaman of his People.
Shotta owopspec: (Rainy eyes) Owopspec was startled to see his boy
crying after making love to him. The brave asked Chris what had given
him 'rainy eyes'.
Shaman: (Inspired One) The spiritual guide and healer of the tribe.
Sah-komape: (A boy)
Siksika: (Those who wear black dyed moccasins) The Blackfoot People
lived on the Plains following the buffalo herds. When they crossed over
fire burned grass, black ash covered their moccasins. Hence, that's
how they became to be known as the Blackfoot.
Squaw-man: A cross dressed male who takes on a female identity. This
was an acceptable status to have in the tribe.
Warrior: A brave who's proven his manhood by counting coups against
enemies and providing for his tribe. Feathers from the eagle worn in
the man's hair denotes his honorable feats.
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End of file: WARRIOR.TXT A related series, 'New to Love'
Folder: BARE-BUTT-BRAVE continues the account of Chris
and Owopspec being reborn as
Mike and Jesse in our modern time.