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!
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* "Willow Bird, Warrior" *
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* by Vince Water *
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* This short story is the third part to the "Willow Bird" saga. *
* The two previous novels were "Willow Bird Finds His Love" *
* followed by "Brave Willow Bird". A related story, "Song Bird's *
* Story of Love" was printed in the `Pottery Shards' collection *
* of short stories. By reading these previous accounts, you'll *
* understand what's happening to Willow Bird In His Own Words as *
* he faces the challenges in this story. *
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* October 1998 *
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Welcome to the reading adventures of my Indian boy stories! PLEASE NOTE
THAT THIS STORY IS OF AN ADULT GAY CONTENT, UNSUITABLE FOR MINORS UNDER
THE AGE OF TWENTY-ONE.
This electronically distributed version is the latest edition of this
story with additional text and editing not seen in the printed form!
Authorization for the free transmission of my unaltered writings to an
APPROPRIATE ADULT SITE is hereby approved. - Vince Water -
My E-Mail address is: Vince_Water@HotMail.com
The illustrated printed booklet can be purchased from "A Different Light"
bookstore located in New York, San Francisco and West Hollywood, U.S.A.
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"Willow Bird, Warrior"
Copyright 1998 by Vince Water
All rights reserved. Originally printed in 'Indian Boys at Play'
Illustrated by Ching-Ching (printed book version)
All of the characters in this story are fictitious, and any resemblances
to actual persons, living or dead, with the exceptions of Indian Tribal
names and other historical references, is purely coincidental.
Here are the available Indian boy story titles by Vince Water:
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"Willow Bird Finds His Love", "Bare Butt Brave", "For The Love of Indian
Boys", "Even MORE Love Stories of Indian Boys", "Pottery Shards (And
Other Short Stories)", "Brave Willow Bird" and "Indian Boys at Play"
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* "Willow Bird, Warrior" *
- part 1 -
I begin my crossing of the wide muddy river on my horse. Behind me
are the empty spaces where the tipis of my tribe used to stand. Only the
sacred grounds of our dead remain. No warriors guard the forests. Where
there should be the loud voices of children at play is only the sigh of
the wind. All is emptiness now. My heart feels this the more so since my
lover is dead.
That bitter truth burdens my spirit while my flesh suffers from having
lost its better half. "Oh Big Horn! Why did you go?!" I cry out. My
breaths are labored from my deep heart-pain. I gaze upwards to look for
his spirit in the Above; it's only blue sky. I'm left on our Mother with
an empty hand that he can no longer grasp. My fingers close into a tight
fist. Anger rises within me because of my loss and the woe my life has
become. The dark power of anger helps me to keep my weaker emotions in
check.
A loud sob escapes me though. Tears threaten to fall. I shouldn't be
allowing myself to surrender to weak emotions! I'm no longer a boy though
I'm not yet a brave until my initiation into manhood. Big Horn was going
to stand at my side in two moons to give me a brave's name but he is gone.
My tribe is also gone. I'm left to wander in search of them.
My horse snorts with concern. He's reminding me that there is danger
here. The recent storms have swollen the river's flow so I must keep my
eyes out for floating debris that could strike against Pai-alucia's legs.
He is a good horse. My only living link to Big Horn who had shared in our
male love. Another sob erupts from me. I feel my body shaking with pain
that has come from my broken heart. `Oh Big Horn.'
My plea for help is a vain one. He has gone. I force my eyes open to
stare into the churning muddy waters. The biting cold of the river runs
against my legs, turning them numb. My days of fasting to find my animal
helper has left my muscles exhausted, my body aching and weak. I welcome
the physical pain so that my broken heart may be silenced.
Pai-alucia pauses his swim to rest over a sandbar. A bright flash of
memory fills my head for this is where Song Bird and I had first naked
embraced. His smaller body had felt nice next to mine; at eleven years of
age his groin had been smooth and only a small pole had pushed out to
press against my bigger erection. It was our last summer of innocence as
boys. We didn't understand the hard swelling of our male bodies causes
from our close hug and it had ended too quickly to explore what could have
been. Two girls had laughed at us from the bank. It had shamed my young
friend badly. We didn't attempt another embrace until this summer. In this
same river. I found a silver ring at its bottom and had given it to Song
Bird as my pledge of love unto him.
"Oh, you are gone from me too!" My head bows in a sad remembrance. The
boy of my heart still lives but I've had to give him up when taking a man
for my lover. I've also had to accept the responsibilities that come from
joining the Mahyee-na. Our society doesn't allow the sexual initiation of
young boys; only newly named men. In my last free days as a boy, I had
bound myself to Song Bird in a love that went beyond the joining of our
flesh. He understood what we were doing with our bodies and accepted it
since we had been long-time friends. I'm nearly a man now. Song Bird has
taken to another boy; his father's newly adopted white son of sun hair and
sky blue eyes. I wonder where they are now?
I must find them along with my tribe! My legs tighten around
Pai-alucia's sides to coax him back into the river's strong flow. The
biting cold returns to my legs. A good pain. It helps to drown out the
pain of my heart.
When we reach the other side, I turn Pai-alucia towards the river. I
take a moment to look back at where my tribe had settled for more than the
fifteen years of my life. Only empty ground remains. The body of my
warrior lover rests on a wooden platform set apart from the other dead.
Why is that?
There is also another mystery. I found the charred remains to Big
Horn's tipi in camp. Why had it been burned down and by whom? When I had
left my lover in the care of our shaman four days ago, he was being
possessed by an evil spirit; the Trickster whose man-shape he had killed
in my defense. Has the Trickster avenged himself or did Big Horn die by
his own hand?! This last thought makes me shudder in fear. If he did, I
must be fulfilling my vow to join him with the damned in the underworld!
No. Big Horn had promised me that he would not kill himself. Though
blinded in sight and falling further under the Trickster's evil spell, he
had heard my rash vow to join him in death if he were to carry out his
planned suicide. So how did my lover die? Was it a bad ending for him?
My vision begins to swim. I wasn't there to hold him when he left the
earth. Tears flow down my cheeks and drop to my chest like sad rain drops.
I keep my moans in my throat. He is gone! My People have flown their
encampment but to where? There are no answers here so I must go in pursuit
of them.
My eyes look to the ground. I easily find the deep lines from travois
that have come out from the river. They are trampled over by horse tracks
and from the numerous steps of my People. A path is given me to follow. I
kick my horse to a trot in the right-handed direction from where Father
Sun rises in His sky.
The land before me is rolling with low hills. There are a few stands of
trees and my heart squeezes with fear when remembering the Trickster's
haunt in one of them. The passage of my People winds between the small
forests. On foot, they cannot be too far away! Yet I keep myself from
forcing a gallop upon my horse since his strength must be saved for the
journey ahead. A long one?
As I follow the wounded ground, a thought strikes me. Why has no effort
been made to cover the tracks of my People's passage? And why do they
travel in this direction? The vast forests behind me over the river would
be safer and are empty of enemy tribes. Our men prefer the hunting of deer
in the woods than in open plains stalking. It doesn't make any sense. The
rolling hills before me lead to the camps of our enemies: the Spear-bearing
Tribe and a splintered People from our own tribe who would not welcome us.
Perhaps it is because elk and the buffalo can be found out here. Do our
warriors plan to hunt before leading our People to a new camp?
I don't understand what has happened or what has driven my tribe from
their long encampment by the river. Pai-alucia trots behind the echoes of
their feet. The sharp pain of my heart has settled down to a dull aching
while fear has crept into my chest. These are dangerous lands to be
traveling through alone.
I cast my eyes out for danger. Only the low bushes and an occasional
tree can be found. The land is still. No animals are sighted. Is it
possible that the passage of my People was a recent one?
My dusty ride continues throughout the afternoon.
When Father Sun is close to setting down His golden head to sleep, I
look about for a safe night camp. I avoid the woods. They have brought me
and Big Horn ill luck on our last outing. No. I'd rather risk sleeping out
in the open than to disturb one of the Trickster's haunts!
I get down from Pai-alucia and lead him away from the path of my
People. It's not safe to camp there. As their passage has drawn my
journeying, too it could be attracting enemy warriors. Big Horn's training
is ever in my mind.
Darkness falls. It soothes the dark mood of my heart and I welcome the
cooling air over my sweating body. I've forgotten how hot the plains can
be. My last travel through these parts was with Big Horn on foot. He had
accompanied me to my rabbit snares. A smile crosses my lips in sweet
remembrance for that was when the man had given me a first initiation into
the Mahyee-na. He offered me his butt and I touched my butt to his in an
acceptance of male love. As my monedo, Big Horn had been teaching me the
ways of becoming a man but on that day he embraced me in sexual training.
A lusty belly rub had followed that spent our love's seed to one another.
My first mating!
The smile fades from my lips. I angrily tug on Pai-alucia's reins to
get us further off the path in search of a night camp. My arms suddenly
become heavy. I'm feeling very tired and a loud ringing fills my ears. When
my legs weaken below me, I find myself falling to the ground with one of my
arms reaching out to break my fall. A consuming darkness fills my eyes...
Pain! Fists strike at me from a warrior without a face. His harsh
strength tries stealing my life while his hatred eats at my spirit. I
cannot allow it! With dry eyes, I face my enemy with my anger. Great anger
like a storm! My clenched fingers form rock-hard fists to match his hand
strikes. It makes me very powerful.
A naked boy comes to stand before me with obvious male excitement. He
gives me a weak grin that I laugh at in mocking contempt. I'm a proud
warrior with many coups and proven feats of my strength and cunning. How
can he think to share in my greatness? What can he offer for me to accept
his puny love?
Something cold brushes against my butt. It's followed by a soft
nickering of concern. Ah. Pai-alucia is hungry. I slowly rise from the
dirt in the early morning light and remember. The night has passed! I
quickly glance about for danger. None. My limbs still feel weak and my
mouth is greatly thirsted. I'm a long time getting to my feet. Water is
taken from a bulging skin tied over the horse's back. Within a small pouch
is found a few strips of jerky that I greedily chew down. My recent
fasting rite has drained my strength and it has left me ill prepared for
this journey.
Pai-alucia nickers again. He nibbles at the remaining leaves of a bush
for his breakfast. I give him a fond hug of gratitude for having guarded
over me during the night. It was fortunate that nothing bad happened
during my weakness. I scold myself for such carelessness! An experienced
brave would have given himself a proper rest before attempting a journey
after a fasting. What would Big Horn have thought of my foolishness?
I bow my head in shame. He may no longer be alive but I can still hear
his words of advice speaking to me inside my head: `Rest. Take stock of
what food and water you have and secure more for the journey ahead. Be ever
vigilant!'
I keep a hold of Pai-alucia's shaggy body and share warmth with him.
The mornings are cool on the plains though by the afternoon, the touch of
Father Sun's fiery hand will cause me to sweat. Water is very important.
It's fortunate that Tree Snake had filled both water skins. There's not
much food though. Only a few fingers of smoked venison remains. A thought
strikes me. I know where I can find some rabbits!
I keep my actions slow to prevent my weakened body from failing me as
before. I carefully mount up on Pai-alucia. After a long study of the
surrounding hills, I get my bearings and head to the small gully where
I've set up my traps and snares. It's not far. How long has it been since
I've gone there to fetch rabbits? My head bows in sadness. Not since Big
Horn had accompanied me on that morning of my initiation into the
Mahyee-na.
I violently shake my head to cast my sadness away. It won't serve me
now. I must leave behind the path of my People until I've rested and have
better prepared myself for the journey ahead.
Pai-alucia trots between the low hills. I cling to his back while
trying to conserve my strength. It's a bumpy ride. Over my butt, I feel
the coolness of the morning air. A smile crosses my lips. I've kept that
part of my body uncovered to announce to any needing man my Mahyee-na
desire to get it fucked. How many times has it been seeded? My first lover
was Song Bird who did me only after I raped his little butt. Big Horn
fucked me in his tipi and I also spermed his ass to complete my passage
into the Mahyee-na.
On our visit with the Moss-bowl Tribe, I offered myself to several men
but they wouldn't allow me to fuck them in return. A young man named
Sings-to-the-birds was initiated by Big Horn into our society. We had both
enjoyed stabbing through that brave's tight ass and he fulfilled his male
need in our butts. There was also a sweet boy who had performed his first
manly act in me.
A twinge of guilt squeezes my heart. I had allowed Night's Star to
stick into my butthole; two times of sperming me and it was kept secret
even from my Big Horn. That boy was similar to Song Bird with whom I could
have come to love but I gave him to Sings-to-the-birds. That initiated
brave now leads his new boy friend down the path of the Mahyee-na. I hope
that their love has blossomed.
My nose fills with a bitter pain when I fight back tears. I no longer
have Big Horn to embrace my sexual needs. That warrior was much more to me
than male pleasuring but it's my body that cries out its longing to join
with another. His face will always appear before any other with whom I may
make love to so I don't know if I'll ever feel that kind of happiness
again with any man or even with a boy. My heart can only take so many
blows. I've lost Song Bird and now, my Big Horn. I won't love any other!
I pull hard on the horse's reins. Thoughts are forced from my head so
that I can concentrate on what I'm doing and where I am going Now. I'm so
tired of suffering from the heaviness in my heart. To allow my woe venting
could get me killed! My lover is gone. I've been separated from my People
so I must return to them. My mother also needs to be cared for. I have my
initiation into manhood to undergo and under the guidance of our shaman, I
hope to serve our People as he has with our Father's blessings. My life's
path is set out before me. Walk it, Willow Bird!
I give Pai-alucia a hard kick to get him back into a trot. We soon
approach the gully where I've set up my rabbit traps. A small stream runs
through these low hills which are blanketed with sweet grass. It's a good
place. Small animals come here to feed. I get down from my horse and lead
him to where there should be some snared rabbits.
After a careful search, my hopes are dashed. Someone has smashed my
stick traps and cut the twine snares. The perpetrator's footsteps have
been brushed away from the dirt to hide his identity. I tie Pai-alucia to
a bush so that I can make a careful study of the ground. Something might
have been left behind to explain what has happened here and who has done
this bad thing.
Could it have been Iron Bow? My thoughts return to the day when that
warrior had discovered Song Bird and myself naked in a wet embrace hiding
in the woods. He knew what we had done and claimed that in his youth, a
boy had loved him too. For that man's silence, I agreed to deliver three
fat rabbits to his fire spit. A promise that I've not kept. Iron Bow is a
warrior who's quick to anger. Perhaps he's avenged himself upon me by
coming here to break my rabbit traps.
A faint marking catches my eye. I push against the ground-hugging
branches of a thorn bush and find a moccasin footprint. The tiny hairs
rise up on the back of my neck. I've seen this shaped print before! After
my fasting rite, I had gone in search of Tree Snake who was not at the
place where he was to wait for me. I left the Wanderer's Canyon and found
his dead body. The warrior had been scalped. Around him were the soft
moccasin prints of four men and three horses; the pressed ground revealing
to my eyes that two of them had raped Tree Snake.
Great anger builds in my chest. They have passed through here -
destroyed my rabbit snares?! I release my pent-up anger in a low growl. My
thoughts race. If not those same men, then someone from their tribe who
wears that style of moccasins. Not the Spear-bearing warriors. Like our
men, they walk barefooted. I'm facing an enemy tribe of unknown origins.
I continue my search for more footprints. It would be helpful to learn
if the perpetrator is one man or many and how long ago they had passed
through after smashing my traps. These are nagging questions in my mind. I
hunch low to the ground to find more clues.
The sound of a bubbling stream comes to my ears. I'm thirsted so I turn
from the likely path of the perpetrator to get a cool drink of water. As
I'm about to dip my cupped hand into the clear stream, I spy fresh
footprints in the mud. A quick glance along the bank reveals a pile of
clothes. They are a man's discarded breechclout, war shirt and moccasins!
"Aiiiii!" shouts the war cry of a brave.
I'm attacked! A hard blow is delivered to my face and I'm pushed down
to the ground. He struggles above me - tries to grab my Wa-ha (white man's)
knife tied to my thong belt. I see the great hatred that he has for me in
his dark eyes. My hand grips his over my knife. He manages to pull it away
from my thong belt but in a clever ploy, I reverse my arm's strength to
match his pulling. Our hands fly to his chin and strike against it with a
loud crack.
The man drops to the ground, unmoving. I rise to my knees over him
while laboring for breath. Our battle is so quickly done? I have won it!
After catching my breath, I stand with my knife at the ready over the
young brave. He is naked. His hair has been cut short in the style of
Sings-to-the-birds' People but he is not one of them. This man is a wearer
of moccasins. The features of his face are also different; ugly. Which
tribe is he from? I need answers.
I take a quick look around to ensure that there are no others. What was
this man doing in my gully? Why was he naked? I look at his pile of
clothes on the bank and surmise that he was cleaning his body in the
stream. It's too shallow to swim in.
The man has a nice small body. Strength shows in his arms and chest yet
his butt is small and nicely rounded like a boy's. How old is he? There
are no warrior's feathers in his short hair so I guess him to be only a
few years older than myself; no more than seventeen.
The brave will be questioned when he awakens. To prevent him from
running away, I secure my captive with thong from his breechclout tied
around his legs. His hands are also bound yet he'll still be able to
gesture when I'm questioning him. Big Horn's training is ever in my mind.
I run back to fetch Pai-alucia while keeping my eyes out for enemy
warriors. He may not be alone.
When I return to the stream, I tie my horse to a bush. The young brave
feigns unconsciousness which brings a grim smile to my lips. I've noticed
his differing position over the dirt. He must have been trying to crawl
away in my absence. With my foot, I kick the man's butt while a chuckle
erupts from me. He lifts his head to gaze up at me - a look of trapped
animalistic hatred on his face.
"Do you speak my tongue?" I ask. When the young brave gives no reply, I
move my hands in word gesturing. `Which tribe you from?'
`Which tribe you from?' the brave gestures back.
I kick the man's ass hard and gesture, `I ask questions!' Only a smug
grin is offered me as his reply. I suspect that he knows more about what's
going on here but as my enemy, he knows that I will probably kill him
afterwards. That's a sad truth. I cannot leave behind an enemy who could
tell others about my presence or chase after me with revenge in his heart.
How to get him to talk when facing that?
A bold idea comes to me. I gesture to the young brave what I already
may know about him. `You travel with three others on three horses. Scalp
taken from feathered warrior after his butt used like seeding a woman.' I
look for signs of recognition in the man to what I've gestured. Nothing.
He keeps his face filled with anger that is hard to read through. A brief
glance is taken of my horse though.
I gesture in triumph, `That my smart horse; he escaped from you.' The
young brave only glares back at me in silence. It's causing me to grow
very angry. I may not be getting answers from the brave, as expected, but
his defiance and smug attitude is really making me mad. I kick him in the
face. Blood starts to run from his mouth and my big toe feels pain from
where I must have struck teeth.
`I've sworn to avenge the death of that warrior you've slain!' I
gesture. My hands form ugly contortions to describe how he will die.
Again, the brave glares back at me with his smug expression. He acts as if
I'm the one bound hand and foot at his mercy. I will show him! In my great
anger, I tear my breechclout from my body to display my manhood
excitement. Having power over another man - an enemy of my People has made
my loins swell. I kneel to the dirt at the brave's side and start
caressing the soft cheeks of his butt with obvious lust.
The man struggles against the thongs tying his hands and legs. I half
hope that he could escape so that we'd embattle each other again; our
bared hard flesh tested against one another. I find my knife and sheathe
it in the dirt near his head. He gets my point. My legs straddle his thighs
when my hands reach down for his flexing ass. I get to enjoy the naked man
flesh I'm about to make into a squaw. My mouth drops to his cheeks and
licks between their sweaty parting for a taste of his opening: a brown
hairless hole so tight and musky. I suspect that the brave is a virgin!
Between my legs, my brown dick is oozing from sweet expectation. I lay
over my captive for a connection between our male bodies. His tied hands
are pinned under him. Our legs struggle for position over the dirt but the
young brave is no match for my unbound strength and lust. I hug his slim
shoulders. My dick slips between the crack of his butt and dives in,
straight and hard.
The man howls out when I sheathe into his ass. An alarming thought
strikes me: what if his companions are close by? They'd find me naked and
vulnerable to their attack while I'm raping their friend. I take a quick
look around. Nothing. Pai-alucia nibbles at the leaves of the bush I've
tied him to. A giggle escapes from my lips. He'll have to guard over me
while I perform my manly task.
My dick is squeezed by the man's butthole from pain. He doesn't know
how to relax his ringed muscles to make it an easy joining for him. Yes.
He's a virgin. It gives me an added to thrill to know that I'm forcing my
male need upon a man who's only interest in breeding with the opposite
sex. I'll show him how it feels to play the degrading role of a squaw.
My thrusts begin. The young man below me takes in pained breaths while
I rape his asshole with my hard dick. The thrills are slow to build in my
loins. A part of me senses the wrongness of what I do; it's an unloving
act. One that I myself had endured at the hands of an evil Trickster...
but I'm not evil. This man and his friends had brutalized Tree Snake and
killed him. I only do what my enemies have done before me.
It is unusual for me to be on top. I'm usually the bitch in heat lying
in the dirt with my butt getting taken by the stronger male above me. Now,
I'm forcing myself onto a man older than myself who should have won that
battle between us. If he had, I would probably be dead now.
Would this brave had used my body before cutting my throat? Tree Snake
was fucked by two men before he was killed; was this brave a part of that
war party? Anger builds in me in grim remembrance. I strike my enemy with
my fleshy dagger to avenge my fasting guardian's death!
My hands tighten around the man's shoulders when my stabs go deep. I
let him hear the pleasure his butt is giving me through my low moans. It
must be very shameful for the brave to be used like a squaw by a mere boy.
Even if he were to live, that shame would forever mar his honor as a man.
The sexual thrills feel wonderful in my dick. Much pleasure! I'm given
a twinge of guilt for trying to give my seed to a man other than my Big
Horn. No. My lover is dead so I'm no longer bound by our pa-he-wat-che to
keep that part of myself for only him. Besides, it's not love that drives
the motion of my dick. It's from my great hatred that I have for this
enemy brave that drives my body in lust; my thrusts are like my Wa-ha
knife striking his body: stab Stab STAB!
My butt humps like a wild man when I dive into the man's butt below me.
He no longer fights me as before. Why not? I've enjoyed our sexual
struggle. The sense of power I'm given over my enemy is very sweet. It
makes me a proven man. I realize that he'll be my first kill. His scalp
will promote my rank from mere boy to that of honored warrior!
My lips descend to the young brave's ear in a kiss. My breath hisses
like a snake that has captured him for the kill. I am eating him. When the
man can no longer contain his pain, he howls out over the dirt like the
fallen buffalo to my spear. At that moment I feel my greatest thrills! My
loins erupt and shoot seed through my long dick into his butthole to fill
him again and again. I cry out in triumphant ecstasy while the beaten man
groans from defeat.
It is done. My sweet male relief quickly gives way to a bitter sadness.
The man below me must die at my hand... and I hardly even know him. He is
my enemy and one of the four men that I must avenge for Tree Snake's
death. Even knowing that doesn't make the task easier for me.
I delay it by clutching the brave while I rest. His body has become
heated and slippery against mine. In his asshole is my seed; my life in
him. What I've done seems wrong... and what I have to be doing even more
so.
I lift my head from the man's and push on his back to separate our male
connection. My dick is stained from taking his butt. Bile rises in my
throat which I painful force back down to my stomach. I become angry with
myself for my weak feelings coming from remorse and in regret to what I
must now do. The sun glints meanly from the metal of my Wa-ha knife
sticking in the dirt. I reach down for it.
I'm taken off guard. In a clever maneuver, the young man turns himself
over the ground to face me. Utter hatred blares out from his wild eyes. He
shrieks at me in a loud war cry! His bound legs rise up in their attempt
to strike my chest. They're easily knocked away by my hand strike. In a
flash, I've noticed his hard manhood display.
Sounds come out of the brave in a harsh uttering. Strange words that
hold no meaning for me. I'm feeling some pity for the man's plight as if I
was the one who was raped and waiting for death's strike. I try summoning
up the horrible images of Tree Snake's murder to lend me strength but all
I can see is the fear in the man's face below me. My hand slowly withdraws
from the grounded blade.
An unbearable silence comes between us. He turns from the knife to
stare into my face for an explanation. My eyes are locked to his.
Something passes between us that goes beyond the inadequate shaping of
words; it touches my spirit with an understanding. Tears fill my eyes. I
lower them in shame because of the weakness that I'm revealing before my
enemy. He knows what I must do. I'm sure that he would perform the
expected thing if he were in my place.
"I am Willow Bird," my mouth utters of its own accord. "How can I do
what is expected of me if I don't want to do it?"
`What say?' the brave gestures clumsily with his bound hands. He slowly
rises to a sitting position over the ground.
I force my mouth closed. My hands lower to the man's legs to hold them
as if fearing him attempting another escape. My head turns numb. I'm
locked into having to do a terrible thing that I don't want to do. How
would my monedo advise me?
I'm distracted from my dark thoughts by the young brave's manhood
display. His cock is standing hard against his belly with its tip oozing
down the brown shaft to his reddish balls. I reach between his legs for
it. The man shudders at my touch as if I'm attacking him. My fingers
tighten and moves over the man's thick skin; an up and down motion to
masturbate him. A grim smile crosses my lips. `This is what I like to do
as Willow Bird!'
I wonder if this man has ever felt the sexual touch of another man? In
boyhood, it's common for friends to do each other out of curiosity and
from shared boyish thrills. This brave's body has reacted strongly to what
I've done to him... Is he Mahyee-na? My hand becomes slick over his dick.
It's a nice size. My butthole gets an overwhelming itch for it.
Quick are my next actions. I leap into the man's lap with my head and
arms pushing between the space of his bound hands until they drop around
me behind my back. Our chests meet. With my left hand, I point his cock
between the cheeks of my butt to find its entrance. My weight presses down
on him. I groan out when his oozing knob fits into me and slides in deep.
The brave's body struggles with mine in a raw naked embrace. I fight to
keep our reversed male connection. My folded legs press against the sides
of his butt. I wrap my arms around his shoulders in a tight hug. Our faces
nearly touch. His dark eyes are filled with disbelief while mine twinkle
in mischief. I savagely bounce my butt over his hairy groin. His cock in
me feels like the sharp blade I was preparing to strike against him in an
act of death instead of making life as we now do.
I'm sure that my hole is squeezing his dick from pain. I didn't plan
for our male connection so my butt protests from getting pierced and
deeply filled from a man. Some adjustments are made to fit our bodies. I
push on the brave's chest with my chest to force him to lean back. That
gets my butt to sit fully over his hairy groin with a deeper penetration
from his long dick inside me. All my weight is on him. That forces my
captive to perform as a man.
With my knees, I begin a slow rocking motion. That drives his swollen
manhood through my hole with the proper in and out rhythm. I'm showing
this brave how to mate with my willing body. I'm raping him again though
we're in a reversed position. Will he enjoy it?
The brave struggles in my arms. I'm trying hard to give him pleasure
but all he can think of is escape. Perhaps he's not Mahyee-na... His long
dick may not like the feel of a tight male butthole versus a woman's loose
opening. I'm not giving him a choice though.
I continue to force the man's rape of me. My asshole becomes used to
his size and he slips more easily in me from his lubricating precum. From
my visit with the Moss-bowl warriors, I've become very experienced with
male pleasuring. This I'm proving to the enemy brave. Even if he only
lusts for women, my efforts should stil be able to get him to cum.
My butthole squeezes his hard dick when it pulls from me. His forward
stabs make me moan. My butt can perform like a squaw's front opening in
sex. With enough rubbing, I'll be able to fulfill the man's need which in
turn will satisfy my own. Between our bellies, I feel my dick hardening.
That's my body's reaction to our shared male excitement.
I think that the brave's body is feeling pleasure. He has ended his
struggling though he remains tense. I dare to look into his dark eyes;
what I see there makes me grin: no more anger and his hatred has flown.
What he shows instead is wonder in his eyes. I lift myself by my knees
before dropping down again over his lap. A deep stab! Some pleasure shines
out from his eyes at that moment.
Our bodies pound together like stick and drum; his hard cock striking
my butt. When I notice the action of his own butt over the ground, I time
my downward flexing to his upward thrusts. Our mating forms a lusty
rhythm. I also tighten the ringed muscles of my hole to squeeze his cock
when it withdraws. The brave's eyes close to mere slits and his mouth
opens with his breaths racing through his lungs. It pleases me to be
trading pleasures with this young man.
`He is still your enemy!' shouts a voice inside my head. A dire
warning. I keep my hands tight around the brave's body; he can't move much
with his bound hands around my back. Our bodies are evenly matched in size
though he appears to be a few years older than me. I see strength bulging
in his arms. Only a short while ago it was tested against my own in a
fight to the death yet we both still live.
I study the face of my captive. His is an ugly face with its sharp
features and pointed nose; I don't recognize the People that he's come
from. Short hair like a boy's - perhaps that's why I've offered him the
use of my body. He has a slim youthful body; a nice small ass. The front
of him is manly with its thick cock. I wonder if he has ever mated before
let alone with another male?
The brave's eyes open. He glares at me with lustful hatred as my butt
gets savagely stabbed by the only weapon he's able to wield against me. I
give the man a nice smile. He is My captive and I'm enjoying his rape very
much.
Our heated bodies continue with their struggle over the dirt. My full
weight is kept over his lap so he can't escape. A dark power fills the
brave's eyes. His breaths hold. I realize that he's close to fulfilling
himself as a man in my ass, and when he moans out, it makes me smile. I
felt his gush of sperm deep in my butt with a wry sense of pride. His butt
is also filled with seed though he probably feels only shame for it.
Breaths race through his nose. The brief pleasure he's shown on his face
turns back into anger.
We rest together for only a moment before he struggles with me against
his bonds. When his cock slips from my hole, it slaps against my hard
dick. I mash them together between our bellies with a forward grinding
motion. My thrills build. When the man looks down at our dick rubbing, a
giggle escapes from my lips. This startles the brave who ends his violent
thrashing to stare at me in renewed disbelief.
Strange words are spoken again. When I shrug my shoulders, the man
gestures for the use of his hands. I allow him to raise his bound hands
from behind my back and over my head. My hands go to his to secure them
and never loosen while he tries to communicate to me.
`Why did this thing?' the brave gestures.
I'm unable to reply since my hands are needed to restrain his. And
besides... I don't have an answer for him. Out of the corner of my eye I
see my glinting blade. I feel the warmth of the man's life under me and
in me. At that moment, I decide to let him live.
The young brave gives me a plain face; his anger has flown. It's as if
he has read my thoughts and knows that I've spared him. A great burden has
been lifted from my heart. I have remained true to myself as Willow Bird.
I keep a hold of the bound hands of my enemy. They feel warm in my
hands. Oh, what am I going to do with him?! Our eyes meet with strange
emotions flowing between us. He must know of my dilemma. We've turned our
hatred into love from the joining of our flesh but our spirits are still
far apart. Big Horn's voice in my head continues to warn me about this
young enemy brave.
Pai-alucia snorts with harsh protest. When I turn to see what's the
matter, a cry of fear comes from the young brave. He struggles violently
against me. A black bear ambles towards us with a growl. I grab my knife
and push on the man's body to separate us. My horse pulls out his reins
from the bush and gallops away.
I stand for but a moment facing the bear's onrush to defend us before
realizing that I'm no match for my angry brother. Like my smart horse, I
turn heel in flight for my life! A terrible mashing is heard at my back;
the brave's cries are drowned out by the bear's low growls. The man's
voice is soon silenced. I keep running from the horror of it all!
Aeiiiiiii!
Big Horn has caught us! His savage claws strike at my boy lover with
an anger unto death for him. His small life is quickly eaten. Oh Song Bird.
You are gone from me! The black bear has you and I am left all alone.
I awaken from my nightmare with a start. No. Song Bird lives. I return
to myself in the darkness surrounding me. My body feels chilled. A quick
check of myself reveals no injuries but my breechclout is gone. I have
kept my knife. It's tightly gripped in my right hand and for that I am
grateful. Where is Pai-alucia?
The events from the afternoon return to me in a flash of horrible
realization. I can't remember anything beyond running. With death behind
me, I must have ran in a blind panic. Pai-alucia escaped but I don't know
where he has gone or where I've ended up. The night is moonless. I'm all
alone in the dark.
A sob escapes me. `Oh that young brave!' I realize with sadness. He has
met a terrible ending at the hands of Big Horn. I shake my head with
surprise. No. It was only a black bear... wasn't it? Yet from inner
sight, I feel my lover's hand in this afternoon's events. Was it from
anger or to do that which I could not that had Big Horn assuming the shape
of my animal helper to slay that enemy brave?
I raise my arms upward to the sky and beseech unto Him, our Great
Father to put an end to the powerful forces sweeping my life! I feel like
a small leaf caught up in a storm with no control over where I will
eventually come to rest. "I wish for a simple life!" I shout to night's
sky. `No more whispering spirits in my head and mystifying visions to
confound me,' I beg in silent prayer. I'm not worthy to walk in the
footsteps of our shaman.
For a long time I keep my arms raised. I sought an answer from Him.
None came. In my anger, I shout out curses to our Father and to all the
spirits. I dare Them to strike me dead with a mighty thunderbolt for my
boldness! "I wish to be dead! Do you not hear me?!"
I lower my aching limbs in defeat while the great woe in my heart pours
out of me as tears. I've returned to being a boy again: weak, and
unguided. Something twists inside my head; a kind of strange pain that
makes all my other pains go away.
I wipe away my tears and sleep over our Mother without a care in the
world.
Morning comes. My belly rumbles with hunger so I rise up from the
ground in search of food. That's when I notice the silvery blade in my
right hand. Ah, that's my friend's knife. I stare down at my hand in
disbelief for not being able to utter his name. A man. I can almost see
his face but his name escapes me. A greater concern fills me. What is my
name?!
The blade falls to the ground with a thud. I look down at my nakedness
with growing concern. I don't know who I am or where I am and why I'm not
wearing a breechclout? There's a feeling in me that I'm traveling with
someone; a missing companion. Is he the owner of the knife lying at my
feet?
When I go to pick it up, an aching comes from my butt. Not the need to
empty my bowels but a hurt. My fingers carefully explore between my
cheeks. I find dried blood and my eyes widen with surprise. A flash of
memory strikes my head like a lightning bolt. I'm bouncing over a man's
lap. We're both naked! That startling image vanishes and all I'm left with
is a feeling of fullness deep in my hole.
I stare at the knife's long wooden handle in my hand noticing that my
dick has stiffened. I'm amazed by its size. There's much hair on my groin
which is a sign of maturity that I didn't expect. I remember only being
ten years old.
My hand drops to my dick for a feel. It's big! I pull back my foreskin
to free its knob; there's an oozing coming from it. Not watery like piss
but a stickiness like that of running tree sap. A sharp thrill goes
through it at my touch. I take a quick look around to be sure that I'm
alone. My pulls begin over my erection as I stand in a body that's not
mine. The thrills build up. My fingers occasionally tickle over my large
balls while my thumb presses into my groin hair. To enhance my pleasure, I
imagine something:
I'm sitting naked over that man's lap, bouncing over it. His hand is
wrapped tightly around mine to guide my pulling over my hard pole. He
smiles at my lusty efforts. I want to show him something at the end. He
expects it.
My eyes are tightly shut when the pleasure in my dick becomes intense.
My hand reaches back to feel over my butt humping in and out while in the
front of me, my stabs go through my tight fingers. The man reveals the
same pleasure on his dark face that I'm feeling. He stabs his dick through
my butt. I cry out when something squirts out of me. My eyes open to see
white pissings coming from my surging pole. They fall at my feet. My
butthole is pained. I gasp in surprise when thinking that that man had
stuck his dick into my bottom!
I breathe strongly through my mouth. A fear grips me for a moment that
I've hurt myself. No. There's no pain. My eyes widen with the realization
that my body has grown like a man's; I'm able to squirt out seed! It fills
me with pride. I dance over the ground from the wonder of it all. My foot
strikes at the handle of the blade stuck in the dirt behind me so I pick
it up and continue my game.
When I'm done playing, I remember my hunger. My body feels weary from
having pissed out that white stuff but I feel a sense of relief from it. I
release a weary sigh and go off in search of that which I do not know.
My walk becomes a long one. Father Sun has risen to the top of His sky
while the rolling plains around me never seem to end! My mouth becomes
thirsted. I am lost without knowing which way I should travel. Where is my
father? Why have I been taken from camp to be left out here all alone?
In the distance, I spy horsemen. I shout out to them while raising my
hands for attention. They ride towards me. In the pit of my stomach, I
sense the wrongness of my actions yet in my hand is the wondrous silvery
blade. It will protect me.
Three men on horses come to face me. Two of them are warriors with the
feathers of the eagle in their short hair. They are not of my People. The
third rider is a young brave with long hair. I gasp when recognizing his
face yet I cannot speak his name or to think of anything more about him.
Who is he?
Strange words are spoken to me. The three-feathered warrior reverts to
hand gesturing which I can understand. He asks me who I am and what I'm
doing here.
`I am lost,' is my gestured reply. The single feathered warrior laughs.
He whispers something to his older companion and points at my knife hand.
The young brave stares at me in wonder.
The older warrior addresses the brave with many words spoken between
them. Then they move their horses to surround me. I raise my blade hand in
preparation of their attack. When I'm about to try running past their
encirclement, a soft voice calls out to me with words I can understand.
"Don't run," warns the young brave. "If you try, these warriors will
kill you."
I gulp nervously in my throat. His words sound true. I am no match for
three riders on horseback. I turn to face the brave and ask, "Who are you?"
"They call me `Ghan-an-tonka' which means `Buffalo Ear' in their tongue
but the name given me by my father is Second Bird."
"You weren't born of their tribe?" I ask while gesturing to the two
warriors.
"No. I was of the Split Muddy River Tribe before they captured me a few
summers ago. Now I'm a newly named brave of their People."
I get chills down my spine from the familiarity I feel for this brave.
It comes from his soft voice, the features of his face and his kind manner
towards me. From the other two men I sense danger. I step closer to Second
Bird.
Our eyes meet. The brave tries to keep his face plain of emotion but I
can sense his recognition for me in them. He slowly drops down from his
horse to greet me. We stand at about the same height and have the same
length of hair and share facial features. He must be of my People!
"You haven't given me your name or which tribe you're from," the brave
asks.
I lower my head in fear and shame. "You must believe me when I tell you
that I cannot remember. I don't know my name or where I've come from."
Tears sting my eyes and they fall to my cheeks in a boy's display of
weakness.
Second Bird frowns. He speaks with the older warrior in their language,
likely telling him what I've said. They'll probably kill me for not
telling them what they want to know. I'm not trying to protect the
location of my People or myself! I just don't know.
Father Sun beats down on my back. Sweat drips down my body and makes
tickles over my butt. When I scratch them away, the single feathered
warrior smiles at me. He has an interest in my body that excites me in a
strange way. Hasn't he seen a naked boy before?
After a lengthy discussion, the young brave addresses me again.
"The two warriors say that you are strange. It has put them off from
killing you so my advice is to remain calm like a stone spirit. I've made
up a name for you and have given it to them. Guard against what you may
reveal through hand gesturing. Only talk with me if you want to live!"
Hope rises in my heart. "You're trying to help me?"
Second Bird nods. "They're interested in your Wa-ha blade. It's of no
use to you while you're facing the three of us so why not make a gift of
it to our leader?"
I look down at my shiny knife and decide upon it. The brave's words are
true but I'd be losing the only thing that I have left. I'm alone and
naked without hope unless I listen to Second Bird. He gives me a direction
to walk in.
I approach the three-feathered warrior on his horse. His hair has been
cut back to the length of a boy's but his weathered face reveals his true
age. In a show of strength, I raise my knife to the sky as if stabbing
Father Sun. This alarms the two warriors. With deliberate effort, I lower
my hand in an arc to present the warrior with my nameless friend's knife.
His outstretching hand takes the gift from me.
`That blade is death,' I gesture to the warrior when he examines his
new prize. I don't know what had come into me to say such a thing; a boy's
lie or from some inner sight that I didn't know I possessed.
`Your death, likely.' the warrior gestures in reply while he laughs.
He proudly displays his Wa-ha knife to the envy of the other warrior
before slipping it within his thong belt.
"That was wise of you," whispers Second Bird as he mounts his horse.
"Keeping that warrior happy will make you live longer. I don't know if
you've really lost your memory but continue to act like a cute young boy."
Second Bird thinks I'm cute? It's an unusual thing to say but I take
his words to heart. I find the brave a handsome man but you won't hear me
telling him that! He offers me his hand and I'm lifted up to ride behind
him. We ride bareback without even having a blanket between our sweaty
bodies and the horse. I notice that the brave lacks a rear flap. I'm not
even wearing a breechclout so his butt presses onto my hairy groin when he
kicks his horse into a gallop.
We ride through the low hills to some unknown destination in the
left-handed direction of Father Sun's falling face. I enjoy holding onto
Second Bird and get an erection from our touching bodies. He must surely
feel my body's excitement. Some food is passed back to me when the two
warriors aren't looking. When I try to question the brave, he shoos me to
keep quiet. Everything that's happened to me is a mystery. I think that
I'm a prisoner yet my hands aren't tied. If I wanted to escape, I wouldn't
get very far before being chased down. No. There is much danger here for
me. Second Bird is trying to protect me from these two warriors.
Our horses are eventually slowed to a walk to rest them. The brave
reaches back to my long dick and slips it into his bottom. I embrace him
more closely so that the two warriors won't notice. I'm not sure what he
intends but the rubbing of our nakedness is very thrilling for me. I sneak
my hand under his front flap and discover that he's also excited in a
man's way.
Second Bird squirms against my thighs. It gets my hard dick to find
entry into his butt and stick all the way inside! My eyes widen. The
rolling motion of our horse forces my stabs. I'm surprised that the young
brave doesn't try to push me away.
He wants me to be in him? I press my face into the brave's sweaty back
to hide myself. He's making me perform something in his butt that's
strange but it feels wonderful to my dick. I'm reminded of my daydream
where I'm sitting in a man's lap with his dick in my bottom. With this
young brave, the positions are reversed. I cling to his body and make many
pleasurable thrusts between his sweaty cheeks. It's like my body is
familiar with the act though my head cannot remember it.
I become embarrassed. Though the thrills are building in my loins, my
head denies the reality of my act with this man. I try hiding myself from
what we do. A song comes to me which I try singing. The brave nudges me
to keep quiet so I try holding my breaths. That only deepens the thrills
in my erection. I'm really stuck inside his butt?
My butt slips over the sweaty back of our horse. It's a very sensual
feeling of warm naked bodies. My groin hair brushes against the brave's
soft cheeks while my dick keeps sticking through his tight hole. It
reminds me of how a girl at the river had put my long dick into her front
opening in a kind of game. She had laid on top of me and did all the work.
My erection was forced through her cunt which must have caused some pain
because of her many outcries. When I cried out, she had gotten off me to
look at my dick. Her fingers had rubbed over my dry pole with much relief.
Now a man forces me to play this same game again. I get a thrill from
it when my dick slides in and out. His butthole feels tighter than the
girl's opening. I look down at the action of his butt pressing against my
hairy groin. My erection is deep inside it. Moving... moving with each
stride of our horse. I grip the brave's hips so that I can move faster.
That gets my dick to surge with pleasure!
I feel a warning tingle in my balls and my dick explodes deep in his
butt! My sight fades as several powerful squirts come out. Much pleasure
for me. I don't know if I've cried out.
The single-feathered warrior slows his horse to ride up beside us. He
looks at me but I avoid his seeking eyes. Some words are spoken between
him and the brave. The warrior then reaches his hand between my belly and
the brave's back to try separating us. His eyes fall lower. A chuckle
erupts from him when he sees Second Bird's butt pressed onto my hairy
groin. Does he realize what we've done?
I endure the warrior's wicked-looking eyes and the obscene gesturing of
his hands. He slaps over my butt and claims that he's often giving Second
Bird much seed. The brave doesn't seem to be embarrassed. He continues to
press his butt into my groin so that my swollen dick will remain in him.
The warrior rides forward to talk with the older man. They aren't
looking back at us so I'm hoping that nothing has been said. Second Bird
grasps my hand and leads it into the front of his breechclout. I touch his
hard dick; he wants me to pull over its foreskin? The brave slowly humps
over my groin while closing my fingers around his hard moist shaft. He
shows me how to masturbate him in time to my forced stabs through his
butthole. I can't believe the boldness of this young brave! Our naked act
has already been discovered by the younger warrior. Does he want the
three-feathered warrior to catch me pulling over his hard dick as well?
I can't bring myself to asking Second Bird why we're doing these things
with each other. They're pleasurable acts but not to be done out in the
open while traveling on horseback! The brave keeps his hand around mine
while I handle his hard dick. I feel mine getting harder inside him when
his humping over my groin brings me thrills again. My legs move forward
over the horse to meet the brave's backward flexing of his butt onto me.
It's an easy rhythm to keep with our joined bodies. A familiar motion.
I'm given a flash of memory: There's a young boy in my arms while we're
riding our horse through the woods. Fog is all around us. Cold. Yet we've
removed our breechclouts so that we can share naked warmth with each
other. My heart is filled with love for my dear friend of my similar name.
I grit my teeth in frustration when the boy's name escapes me. It was
something-BIRD. The young brave in my arms is called Second Bird which
sounds similar to the young boy's name and my own. Willow Bird! I can
remember my name! When I try to remember more things, my head feels like
it's struggling through dark fog. Yet I'm given a sense of my true age and
there are adult things that I am remembering which can help me to survive
this dangerous situation.
Second Bird pinches my fingers because I've stopped pulling over his
dick. A smile comes to my face when realizing from my adult sense what
we're doing with each other. I resume to masturbate my needing companion.
My dick in his butt makes deeper stabs so that he can enjoy them and come
out from his loins. He must be Mahyee-na like myself. My eyes widen. I
roll the strange-sounding word over my tongue but it brings no meaning to
me. What is being Mahyee-na?
The young brave is really straining his body over my thighs. I grip his
hip with my right hand and slam my hairy groin against the soft cheeks of
his ass. My long dick makes a deep journey through his tight hole and
back. He moans out. His hands ask for a quicker handling over his slippery
foreskin. I know that he's soon to explode... me too!
I look around Second Bird to see what the two warriors are doing. They
have stopped their horses to look back on our frantic mating. We slowly
ride between the two men and pass them by. The brave is concentrated on
achieving our violent male release so he has no care about being watched
or in directing his horse. I ignore the men's shining eyes and fuck the
brave's ass for a second time. My lips go down to his sweaty neck for a
love bite. When he grunts out in pain, I feel his squirts to my fingers.
Ah, his butthole squeezes my dick! I cum in him.
We both cry out from achieving male pleasure and victory. The thrills
are brief but wonderful to experience together. We've satisfied our lusty
bodies as lovers do. Now, we hold onto each other and try to catch our
breath. I lift my face from the brave's neck to whisper my name in his ear.
"I am called Willow Bird."
Second Bird jerks his head around to face me with wide eyes. He's about
to ask me something when I feel myself being pulled down from our horse. I
land on the ground with a thud. The single feathered warrior jumps up on
the horse to where I was sitting behind the brave and he pushes on the
man's back to get his butt to open for a joining of their male bodies. At
my feet is the warrior's discarded breechclout. I think about grabbing it
and taking off with his horse.
The three-feathered warrior rides up behind me. In his hands are the
reins to the younger warrior's horse. My plan of escape is blocked. I
slowly stand up to watch what unfolds with Second Bird and his needing
companion. They fuck over the horse's back like it's for the last time.
The warrior does it brutally - his hands push on the brave's back which
forces his body to bend forward over his horse. That opens the man's ass
to get it savagely fucked. I see no love in it.
My eyes are drawn to the warrior's flexing ass beneath his rear flap. I
enjoy watching the man's sexual motion there. My butt feels an itch for
getting it filled with this man's cock. Have I allowed myself to get
raped before?
Second Bird surrenders utterly to the warrior's urgent need. His hands
encircle the horse's neck while his legs are spread over the long back.
The warrior plunges into his ass like a mad man. His cock makes a sucking
sound that brings a smile to my lips. My cum is already inside that
wanting ass and it's aiding the warrior's lusty thrusts through it. His
seed will soon mingle with mine. The thought of it pleases me.
Their mating ends when the single feathered warrior grunts out. When
he's done shooting, he rests only a moment before pushing on the brave's
body and dropping to the ground before me.
`You try to hide your bold joining,' the warrior gestures. `My eyes
keen like the eagle and my loins much lust-filled!'
I force a smile onto my lips. He points at the brave's butt stain over
my dick and I see that same brown warpaint over his cock. In a playful
gesture, the man steps close to me with our dicks touching. His knob still
oozes cum. My butt is pinched by him. This makes the three-feathered
warrior laugh.
Second Bird glances at me with something burning in his dark eyes. I
look into the warrior's eyes and see that same burning. They are like me.
I shudder from my half-remembered notions of man sex. Who was it that had
taught me how to use my body in this way?
When the young warrior is satisfied with our touching cock ritual, he
reaches down for his breechclout and dons it. I feel a stickiness in my
left hand. My opening fingers are wet with Second Bird's male release from
masturbating him. I wipe it over my rear end with pride. At least my
joining to his body was loving and had resulted in a sweet release from
his loins for his own pleasure.
The warrior gets onto his horse. Second Bird reaches his hand down
with eyes that won't look at me. Is he embarrassed? I grip his hand with
my sticky one and am brought up behind him. The two warriors kick their
horses to a quick trot as we follow. My dick presses against his slimy ass
when I reach my arms around his body to hold on.
Father Sun nears the time when He's to lay down His weary head to sleep
when the three-feathered warrior chooses a small stand of trees to camp in
for the night. Second Bird hasn't spoken a word to me. I drop down from
his horse and find a place to relieve myself. The single feathered warrior
comes to stand behind me with a gleam in his eyes. He lusts for my butt.
It makes me very nervous. My adult sense is warning me of danger from this
one since he is used to taking what he wants as I've seen when he had his
way with Second Bird.
I return to the brave's horse to fetch a waterskin to drink from. My
every movement is watched by the older warrior. He is dangerous too. I
wonder what he is to that single feathered warrior. Are they brothers,
lovers or simply warpath companions? It's clear that I'm their prisoner
and they're deciding just what to do with me. My brother was also captured
by them and allowed to live so that they can make use of his willing body
for their male needs.
My brother? A chill goes down my spine from knowing that Second Bird
could be my brother. I can't explain how I feel this except to say that it
comes from a kind of inner sight. My memory hasn't returned. Yet I can still
feel things and discover the truth. It's all I have to carry me through the
dire situation that I'm in since I'm left weaponless and naked.
The three men set up their ground mats around an old fire pit ringed
with stones. Second Bird goes to look for wood while I'm left alone with
the two warriors. It's a nervous moment. The men look over my body often
and low words are spoken between them. I feel much ill will from them.
What are they planning to do with me?
Second Bird returns with his arms loaded. He drops the large sticks
that he's found next to the fire pit and begins to make a fire. I kneel at
his side to watch. When the two warriors aren't looking, he whispers some
words of advice to me.
"These men will take your body for their pleasure," the brave warns.
"If you resist them, you'll feel their blade against your neck. Do as I
have. Give into their needs and when the time is right, we'll try to
escape!"
I signal to the brave with my eyes that I've understood. The less
that's spoken between us, the better. In his eyes I see a measure of
shame. It makes my heart ache for him. Has it been a difficult two years
for him being in the company of two lusty warriors?
When the woods catches on, Second Bird goes to tend the horses. I reach
out to the fire's growing warmth. My body feels the chill from the coming
of night. Its darkness could bring me the opportunity for escape. I must
remain patient though and wait for Second Bird to judge the right moment
for us to try.
The three-feathered warrior comes to stand at my side. In his hand is a
coil of twine which brings me ill boding. He gestures to me that my hands
and legs are to hobbled like a horse to prevent my `wandering' away. I
turn to the man and allow him to do it. My limbs are tied with expert care
so that I can still walk but only very slowly. When I gesture to the
warrior for something to cover my nakedness, he only replies with a
chuckle. A chill runs down my spine.
I'm given no ground mat to sleep over so I drop down into a sitting
position before the fire pit. I don't think that sleep will easily come to
me this night. When Second Bird returns from his task with the horses, he
notices my tied hands and feet. Nothing is spoken between us. He goes to
his sleeping mat and lies down with his face towards me. The single
feathered warrior seems restless. He walks the perimeter of our camp as if
looking for something. What worries me more is the older warrior. His dark
eyes are watching me with the fire shining in them like a coyote. In a
flash of memory, I see similar eyes of evil that approach me in the dark
with intent to harm me. It's the Trickster who comes for me!
I manage to keep my cry of fright in my throat. The three-feathered
warrior is flesh and blood and he can be overcome with careful planning
and luck. It seems that I've encountered the Trickster somewhere in my
past and since I still live, he must have been vanquished. If only I could
remember!
Patience is needed, I assure myself since if I'm given enough time, my
memories will return to me. With them, I'll be better prepared against
mine enemies and I'll know who Second Bird is to me. Is he my brother? If
he knows, why does he not tell me? My head becomes filled with
mismatching pieces of what could be and what I wish were. I try to calm
myself. What would my monedo be telling me to do?
Ah, another strange-sounding word: monedo. It doesn't sound like
someone's name yet it does seem to refer to someone. A man who advises me.
Where is he now? I could use a warrior's experience to aid me while in the
camp of my enemies tied hand and foot! I go through all my memories that
have returned.
What is the name of that young boy? Something-BIRD. Is he my little
brother? My flash of memory had shown me that I was in love with him
beyond that of a sibling. We were naked together on a horse. I wonder
where he is now? Does Second Bird know his name and what that boy is to
me? Ah! If only I could have some time to talk privately with that young
brave. I feel that he holds the key to who I am and to all my agonizing
questions!
I turn my head to glance at Second Bird. I can't tell if his eyes are
open in the growing dark. The fire has ruined my eyes. An idea comes to
me. Why not sleep with the brave and share warmth? When the other warriors
are sleeping, we can talk. When I slowly rise from the ground and try
balancing myself within the restrictions of my bonds, the three-feathered
warrior waves his arm at me. He gestures for me to join him over his
sleeping mat. A pang of disappointment fills me and is replaced with some
fear. I doubt that this old warrior only wants to share warmth with me as
I was hoping with Second Bird.
I slowly hobble to the warrior's sleeping mat. The single feathered
warrior's mat is empty; he must be out guarding our camp while the others
sleep. Smart. I reach the old warrior and he helps me to drop down to the
dirt at his side. I'm not surprised when he lays close behind me, his arm
reaching around my chest to hold me. There will be no escape for me this
night.
The old warrior settles himself over his mat then becomes still. I'm
surprised that he doesn't try to take my body for his pleasure. Perhaps
he's not Mahyee-na. There's that word again! I get the sense of its
meaning: the sexual interest a man has for those of his sex. That would
mean Second Bird and the single feathered warrior are Mahyee-na since
they've had sex with each other. I too am Mahyee-na. The idea that I'm
attracted to other males doesn't seem strange to me. It's as if I've lived
my whole life with the love of a younger brother or a man for my lover. I
think about all the exciting possibilities until sleep claims me.
I awaken in the early morning to the gentle loving my man is bringing
me. He's holding me from behind in his strong arms while he fucks my butt.
His cock makes a tight fit in my hole. That gives him a sense of great
pride for his manliness. I enjoy feeling his curved dick sticking far into
my ass and pulling back. My ringed muscles tighten to give him a thrilling
ride. In my heart, I feel at ease with myself for giving my dear lover his
use of my body. Not rape. This warrior is my lover and I am very much in
love with him! 'Oh, Big Horn.'
I cry out in the dark when remembering my loss. My dreaming ends to be
replaced by cold reality. I'm in the tight arms of a lusty warrior who
fucks my ass but it's not my warrior lover! I shake my head to force
myself more awake. In the dim glow of the fire, I see a dark shape sitting
close and watching us. There's a single feather sprouting from his short
hair. Behind me, I hear the low moans of the older warrior who's enjoying
my butt. I endure his fuck. Second Bird's words of advice are in my head
and they offer me a way to keep myself alive.
It's quickly done. The three-feathered warrior digs his nails into my
arm and chest and growls out like a hungry bear when he seeds me. I can
feel his gush of sperm filling my hole from only lust; no love between us.
When he's done, the other warrior is given his place behind me so that he
too can give up his seed. I recall his brutal use of Second Bird's ass
when he pushed him down over his horse to fuck him. There's much energy in
this man by the way he takes me. My hole can feel that his cock isn't as
thick as the older warrior's but his reach into my body is greater. The
man pounds away in my butt like a mad man. I endure it as I must.
Against my belly is my hard dick. It has grown long from my sweet
dreaming of Big Horn making love to me. But alas, he is gone. Now, my
manly display is a mockery to what I hold dear about myself and of love.
The lusty warrior in my butt has no love for me but only to prove himself
a man and for his male relief. I lay as if dead while he fucks me. I'm
their willing captive but they'll not be given any extra pleasure from me.
I try to ignore the man by making my thoughts go deep.
More memories are returning. I see snatches of places that I've been
and the smiling faces of my friends and lovers. My tribe is settled on a
wide muddy river and that brings to mind what Second Bird has told me
about his tribe: the Split Muddy River Tribe. My tribe too? Yet I've not
been returned any memories about that young brave. He has a familiar face
but I don't know anything more about him. It's as if we don't share a past
together. He may not be my brother?
Song Bird is my real brother! I've remembered that boy's full name and
what he means to me. My heart pines for him though I sense that he's far,
far away as if never coming back. He's not dead. Not like my warrior lover,
Big Horn.
Tears fill my eyes and I allow them to drop. There's no shame to mourn
for lost lovers. Sobs erupt from my mouth. The man using my butt cannot
hurt me and I don't care if he's a witness to my weakness or not. Only my
flesh may be forced to his will, not my spirit.
I wince in pain when the warrior bites my shoulder. My blood runs and
his sperm flows in me when his unloving act comes to a completion. I
shudder from fright when hearing the man's loud victory cry. He beats on
my arm with manly pride before separating our bodies and standing up. My
hole feels very full from the men's lusty use of it. To spite them, I push
out what they've forced in me to the warrior's sleeping mat.
Some wood is dropped over the glowing embers in the fire pit. The two
warriors huddle around it and talk. They're probably comparing accounts of
how it felt to rape me. I turn my head to look for where Second Bird lies
over his sleeping mat. His head is raised, proving that he has witnessed
the goings on. I try to get myself up so that I can join him. I'm startled
by a slapping sound. It's the two warriors standing near the growing fire.
They're embraced and slapping each other hard on the back. It's a strange
naked rite that they perform.
It's painfully slow going for me to reach Second Bird. The twine is
biting at my tied hands and legs and my butthole aches me. I manage to
reach the brave's sleeping mat without falling. He helps me down to it and
faces me close in a hug to share warmth. The two naked warriors are still
embraced in a lusty belly rub. I'm surprised that they still feel the need
to spill their loins to each other.
"We don't have much time to talk," whispers Second Bird. "I will try to
keep you alive."
I turn my ear to his mouth so that our conversation can be at a
whisper. When giving my reply, he turns his ear towards me. There's so
much I want to ask him! Which questions are the most important to ask
first?
"You must always be passive and not get them angry with you," advises
the brave. "Keep acting strange with your act of being a boy who is lost.
If they suspect that you're planning something against them or to escape,
they will kill you. There will come a time soon when we can get away."
My most urgent question comes to mind so I ask it. "Are you my brother?"
Second Bird pauses from answering. A grunting sound has turned his head
to the two warriors. I turn my head to look as well. The warriors are
standing close to the fire with hands over each other's butt making a
stabbing contest with their swollen cocks between their bellies. It's a
male rite that the brave has seen often before.
"If you won't answer me," I rasp, "at least tell me if I'm from your
tribe..."
"No. I think that you're from the Kalinlepi People who are encamped on
the Muddy River. My tribe was split off from them in the time of our
grandfathers."
"Why do you want to escape now?" I probe. "You've had two years with
these warriors to make the attempt if you had really wanted to leave them!"
"I didn't have the chance," explains Second Bird. "There are two of
them and never was I given a good enough reason to escape... until now.
They trust me more after my initiation as a brave of their People. With
you at my side, we can match them on equal terms if it comes to a fight
though I hope to avoid one. I've secreted a weapon. It's only a piece of
sharp flint but useful for cutting your bonds when the time comes."
"Where are these warriors headed to?" I ask.
"They'll be returning to their tribe once we meet up with brave
Treskawa who was checking out a lush gully. The three men have been tasked
to scout out the plains for the movements of buffalo and the elk as well
as enemies. One warrior was discovered by the Endless Cliffs and killed.
He had a horse but it escaped."
"What are the names of the two warriors and who are they to each other?"
"The older warrior is called Crumobia. His lover, the single feathered
warrior is Heskiawanno who is quick to anger. What out for him! Brave
Treskawa is Crumobia's younger brother who had come along on the warpath
to prove himself. He should have arrived here last night so I suspect that
we'll be waiting in this place until Crumobia decides when we should go
search for him. That young brave is a good man. Not like us but he's
honest and has a good heart."
Before I can ask my next question, I hear the two men bellow out like
fighting bulls. It's followed by a brief silence. Then they slap over each
other's backs in an endurance rite of pain. I feel the rush of Second
Bird's hands pushing my back to the ground. He lays over me to make a
lusty belly-rubbing contest of our own. I see what he's doing - a show of
sex before the warriors to keep them from suspecting that we make plans
against them. I try to grow my dick long. It's an easy task with the naked
warmth of the brave coaxing my manly excitement. Already, I feel his
erection forming above mine.
The two men come to watch us. We put on a good show with Second Bird
holding down my bound arms to the ground over my head while he grinds his
hard body over mine as if forcing sex with me. Crumobia says something. In
reply, the brave ends our belly rubbing by getting off me. He faces the
warrior with open arms and a grin on his face. They embrace. I watch their
fierce belly rubbing while my dick aches for attention. Heskiawanno kneels
at my groin. He traces his finger down the shaft of my erection in a tease.
I hump my butt against the ground in response. The young warrior squats
over my groin and sits down on me with our balls touching and cocks
rubbing. The brown tip of his oozes to the shaft of my hard dick. I'm
surprised that he's so lust-filled after his release in my butt and to his
lover's belly.
I gasp when the man slaps over my chest with the flat of both his hands.
He plays my body like a painful drum. His intent wasn't to pleasure my dick
but to further humiliate me. I feel a warm flow running over my belly. The
warrior is urinating on me? It has me struggling at my bonds to get away.
Heskiawanno laughs. His weight pins me to the ground until he's done
pissing. I suppose that this is his revenge for emptying my bowels to his
lover's sleeping mat.
The young warrior turns to watch the two embracing men. In the arms of
the older warrior, Second Bird almost looks like a boy when comparing
their height, body development and overall muscle strength. He's a better
match to my body for love making; our hearts are already closer than with
any of those two warriors!
Heskiawanno stands up and comes to embrace Second Bird from behind. I
think he may try to fuck the brave's ass while the old warrior pleasures
the front of him but it doesn't come about; only a simple rear embrace. My
dick throbs when being left out of such a display of male lust venting.
The two warriors reach around Second Bird with their hands locked
behind each other's butts. They are squeezing the young brave between
them. In a kind of contest, Second Bird tries to rub his needing dick
against the older warrior. He's prevented from any movement. In an attempt
to escape, the brave reaches his long slim arms up to Crumobia's shoulders
and grasps them, lifing his weight onto the man. His legs also wrap around
the man's butt. It's a clever ploy. Not to escape their bear hug but to
force a belly rubbing between himself and the old warrior. His legs surge
around the man's ass to mash their cocks together.
Heskiawanno laughs. His tight hands loosen from around his lover's ass
in defeat so that Second Bird can fully grip the old warrior's cheeks with
his legs and surge with love's rhythm. Crumobia also loosens his grip of
Heskiawanno's butt and holds the brave's. Between their bellies, a fierce
battle is joined between their angry manhoods.
I'm in awe of their naked rite. It's not a sex game but a serious test
and performance of their struggling bodies. It's as if the young brave is
trying to prove himself. There's much tension showing on Second Bird's
face. I cannot see Crumobia's expression but the young warrior is smiling.
Second Bird cries out as I imagine him shooting to Crumobia's belly.
Nothing from the old man; he was only embracing the young brave's need
having already satisfied his loins in my butt and in his lover's arms.
After some back pounding, the brave turns to face Heskiawanno. He makes
the motions of belly rubbing with the young warrior but I don't see any
need in him to shoot again. He feigns an outcry that gets both warriors to
laugh. More back pounding follows. I sense that including Second Bird in
their belly rubbing rite was significant.
They talk while keeping their wet trio embrace. My nude body shivers in
the cold of early morning. I try getting up so that I can stand by the
fire. It takes me a few stumbles but I manage to hobble there. My bound
hands reach out to the flames. An idea comes into my head to try burning
the twine off but I'd probably only manage scorching my limbs and now
isn't the time to try escape.
The men break up their big hug and fetch their breechclouts from the
ground. Second Bird playfully slaps over both of the warriors' butts. When
his body is covered, he comes to the fire to speak with me. His attitude
is changed; more hostile towards me. Is it an act or has something really
changed between us?
"I've been initiated into their society of the Mah-na-yee," boasts
Second Bird. "It's an honor for me since I'm now considered an equal to
them sexually. No longer may Heskiawanno rape my butt or demand that I
suck on his dick to please him. He must ask first to see if I'm willing.
You have assumed my lowly position of bito-wan-ahee which means boy/sex
captive. We may force our manly needs upon you whenever we want while
ignoring your needs."
I swallow nervously in my throat. Has Second Bird turned against me? I
glance at the two warriors watching my reaction and realize that it's only
for show. My head droops in a display of great disappointment and
hopelessness. The brave turns away from me in a huff to check on the
horses.
I kneel before the fire while enduring the warriors' eyes on me. What
are they thinking? My butt should have satisfied them, so too Second Bird's
performance of acting hostile towards me. I'm a boy alone amongst lusting
enemy men who hate me as Willow Bird, a person. Only my bare flesh
interests them.
The warriors leave me after a lengthy inspection. I don't think they
are easily fooled. Second Bird and I must keep up our act to give them
proof through deeds; not simple words and mock facial expressions of
loathing for each other. I'm depending on that brave to guard my very
life! I hope that trust won't be betrayed.
Second Bird returns with a small pouch of dried meat that is passed
around. The warriors eat first. After the brave eats, he tosses a morsel
at my feet for my meager breakfast. I chew down the stick of jerky while
ignoring the men's grins. Afterwards, chores around camp are performed;
I'm ignored. Crumobia is always looking out from the trees for something...
Ah - for someone. He's hoping that his brother Treskawa will soon arrive.
Father Sun rises in His sky towards noon before the three-feathered
warrior feels the need to break camp to go look for his brother. The fire
is extinguished. The old warrior sets up a peculiar arrangement of stones
over the ground to serve as some kind of message to the brave should he
arrive here after we've gone. I know that from Big Horn's teachings. More
of my adult memories are returning to me in snatches from watching the
men's actions and questioning what they do.
The old warrior comes at me with the Wa-ha knife drawn. He points it
at me as if to cut out my heart! I keep my face plain. His dark eyes...
there's no death in them so I stand like a tree in the storm, unbending.
The man's bladed hand drops down to my legs to cut their bonds. My hands
are also released. I allow myself a small sigh of relief. `Men will come
to test you,' speaks the voice in my head. Yes. Big Horn still serves as
my monedo.
The men mount up and Second Bird offers me his hand. When my body
presses against his over the horse's back, I notice that he's wearing a
rear thong down the crack of his butt. No longer may my dick get into his
hole from the motion from riding. Nor may that horny young warrior stick
in whenever he wants! I reach my arms around my companion's body and lock
my hands over his warm belly.
We travel at a fast gallop. It seems that the old warrior is much
concerned for his little brother. We rush past the low hills with little
regard for watching out for danger. How can these men ride so boldly
without a concern for an enemy's ambush? Are these their tribal lands with
safe travelling and hunting? I am lost here without remembering the events
that had led up to my broken head thoughts.
Crumobia leads us into a small green valley. He gets down from his
horse in his careful search for tracks. We follow behind while remaining
on horseback and Heskiawanno circles around to keep an eye out for enemies.
A small stream is crossed. After filling our water skins, the old warrior
follows its bank with much trepidation. I feel cold chills down my back as
if expecting something bad. Have I been here before?
Heskiawanno cries out to us from the other side of the stream. We cross
over to see what the young warrior has found. Crumobia drops to his knees
in anguish before a pile of clothes: a deerskin breechclout, war shirt and
pair of moccasins. The warriors find another breechclout with a small
deerskin bundle tied to it. What grabs their attention is a blood trail. I
notice that the sign for `bear' is warned by the old warrior in his silent
hand gesturing to us all. We walk the ill-portent path of blood as if
expecting the worst.
Remains are soon discovered. Flies cover the broken bones and grizzled
tissue of what was once a man. The old warrior turns away with sadness
filling his face; we all lower our eyes in shame when hearing him cry out
in woe. Though he's my enemy, I can feel the man's loss for his younger
brother. He soon recovers his composure and barks out orders to
Heskiawanno and Second Bird. My hands are bound again to guard against my
trying to run away.
Second Bird and I are tasked to search for wood and anything that will
burn. Only a few words are exchanged between us. He tells me that
Treskawa's spirit will be freed through fire. I shudder in disgust. To my
People, a dead man's body can only release its spirit by the compassionate
hand of Father Sun. That's why we raise our dead to His sky on wooden
platforms. Burning bones will only anger Him.
I shrug my shoulders at their People's strange death rite. Second Bird
finds some dry sticks and loads them over my arms. When I ask where he
hides his small flint blade, the brave will only say that it's not yet
time for that. We return to the two warriors who have prepared the corpse
for its ritual burning.
It's a difficult thing for me to watch. Every part of my being cries
out at the wrongness of what they do! Burning is bad. I didn't know this
man yet I wouldn't wish it on anyone, friend or foe to have his spirit
forever wandering the earth under the Angered Face of our Father! It's no
wonder that our Peoples are at war. They believe in strange ideas and do
things wrong that go against custom.
The dead man's breechclout was returned to him. It must have been a
grizzly task for the warriors to rearrange his bones to their proper
places; some were missing and many broken with obvious gnaw markings. Oh,
it must have been a bad death! My heart goes out to Crumobia for having
found his brother like that.
I'm forced to stand with the other men when the brave's body is set to
fire and burned. It's a terrible thing to watch; the smell difficult to
endure. I'm surprised to see the old warrior crying. He must have truly
loved Treskawa yet a proven man should keep his moment of weakness from
all other's eyes.
I See a man's eyes narrowing from his intense pleasure of sex. Its
result gushes deep in my butt. His male body has fulfilled my own. When I
expect to see anger returning to his dark eyes, I see a pleading in them
instead. `Do not hate my brother so much that you must seek to slay him!'
speaks a ghostly voice. `Remember how you turned away from what was
expected of you by changing hatred into love.'
I nod my head with understanding to what the dancing flames have shown
me. Their helpful whisperings end. In the next moment, I feel a windless
breeze pass through me like the cold hand of winter. It makes me tremble.
I turn away from the grizzly burning to stare into Father Sun's smiling
face instead. He has already released the fallen brave's spirit unto Him
so the flesh burning rite serves no useful purpose nor a bad one. I am
much relieved.
When the man's remains turn to smoke and embers, Crumobia turns away
with dried tears over his face. We follow him back in silence to where the
horses have been tethered. The old warrior fetches something from the
ground. He turns to me with anger on his face. In his hand is a partial
breechclout; only a single deerskin flap and thong belt. He closely
watches my eyes when its small leather bundle is snapped from the belt and
opened. I'm curious to see what's inside it. Objects drop to our feet. I
feel that I'm in a deadly contest with matching his stare to my own but I
drop my eyes to see what has fallen to the ground.
There are several tied objects and a coil of braided hair. After the
old warrior has opened the smaller bundles to release their power, he
stomps them into the dirt. He's often looking into my eyes for a reaction.
I don't know whose bundle this was or what the bits of teeth, dried
leaves, black stones and the braided hair fetish had meant to its owner.
All I know is that they have been ruined. The warrior had expected me to
react to their desecration?
The old warrior seems satisfied with something about me. He turns away
with sadness returning to his aged face. Heskiawanno comforts him with a
hand over his shoulder. Tears sting his eyes which he tries holding back.
His proud feathered head bows to the earth. I'm very taken by his display
of mourning for his slain brother. Second Bird grabs my arm to take me
away from watching the warrior's grief. He is wise to keep me from drawing
the wrath of these men.
The bindings around my hands are untied. At my feet is the ruined sacred
bundle and the half-breechclout. While avoiding the broken objects, I pick
up the thong belt and tie it around my waist, dropping the single deerskin
flap over the front of my body. These lusting men aren't interested in
that part of me so I'll keep my loins covered with some dignity.
The warriors make another careful search of the area. Crumobia finds two
sets of horse tracks; one from his brother's horse and the other from what
is believed to be from that mystery man. They think he may still be near.
Where is that man whose breechclout I wear? I see determination on the old
warrior's face to find him and to get his brother's stolen horse back.
Heskiawanno glares at me when noticing my single flap. I turn to Second
Bird to show the warrior that my butt is still uncovered; a strange thrill
comes to me from the act. Do I want to get myself raped again? The brave
gives me a small grin. I know that he likes getting his butt stuck into
although he now has the right to deny the lusting warrior's advances. I've
not been given that same respect as their boy/sex captive. I suppose that
I'm lucky to still be alive.
The rest of our day is spent in search of the mystery man and the two
horses. To Crumobia disappointment, neither is found. Some old snares and
stick traps are discovered but they don't impress the warriors as being
significant. The green valley yields nothing further by the approach of
evening.
We mount up. The warriors don't want to camp here because of the bear
and what had befallen Treskawa. The valley with its ill portent is left
far behind. I believe that we're heading back to our previous camp in that
small stand of trees. It's a slow journey in the dark. Grandfather moon is
sleeping these nights and my thoughts turn to escape. How easy it would be
for me to fall from Second Bird's horse and run before the warriors
discover my absence. The only problem is that the blame would fall on the
brave for allowing it. He also wants to leave these men. I must wait until
the right moment comes for both of us to escape together.
During our slow ride, I lay my head against Second Bird's back while
holding him close as if he were my loving brother. The warriors can't see
what we do in the dark. My head is so weary. I don't understand where my
energy has gone! In my head, I keep hearing a faint whispering that
reminds me of Treskawa. Strange since I've never heard his voice or
remember having met the man.
I'm nudged awake by Second Bird who helps me down from his horse.
Cricket song fills the dark. We must be in the woods since I cannot see
the stars above. My bladder pains me so I take a piss while reaching my
hand out to a tree for support. Yawns erupt from me. When I finish, my
weary body drops down to sleep over the ground.
A great black bear comes to me in the night. I don't fear him but give
the man an embrace of love. He spreads his fur over the ground to allow me
to rest upon him in comfort like a ground mat. `Oh, Big Horn. I have missed
you so much!'
A naked youth disturbs our sleep. The bear's head turns to glare at the
cute boy who approaches to win my love. I open my arms to embrace our
lusty love making; Big Horn is ignored. The man/bear makes low growling
noises when my kisses fall to the youth's soft body. I find his stiff pole
with my mouth. His sweet clear seed is sucked out and I grin when hearing
the boy's high-pitched cry. My own need takes me to the other side of his
body. I lick between the youth's butt cheeks to make the way slippery for
our joining. My dick slips in. Big Horn's great shaggy body shakes from
great anger when I fuck the boy and give him my love's seed.
There is shouting. I awaken in the early morning to find chaos in our
camp. Crumobia and his lover are chasing after the spooked horses. Second
Bird squats near me with fear in his eyes. I ask him what has happened.
"Didn't you feel the anger of Mother Earth?"
I shake my head with confusion. "What anger?" I ask. "What has She done?"
Second Bird points at the ground. "She moved Her body with great anger
to shake us all up. It has sent the horses in flight!"
I try rising from the ground but discover that my hands and feet have
been bound. Second Bird watches the warriors catch a horse and try calming
it. The others have run off. With that one horse, I realize that they
should be able to recapture the other two. A plan comes into my head. That
will leave only one warrior to face the both of us when the other rides
from camp.
I manage to get to my knees and with Second Bird's help I stand. He
leads me to the embers. While the warriors are distracted, he taps one of
the stones ringing the fire pit with his right foot while gesturing the
words `hidden flint'. I nod my head in understanding. When the time comes,
I'll know where to cut my bonds.
Second Bird throws some wood onto the embers to make a fire before he's
called away to help with the spooked horse. I reach out to the building
warmth and stare deep into the flames. They dance like mischievous boy
nymphs which reminds me of my recent dreaming. That boy I was making love
to... who is he?
I remember Big Horn's angry growl and how he tried shaking us off his
bear's fur back. What does my dream mean? My bound hands reach into the
fire for an answer. There's no pain. Yet I feel my inner being burning
with the knowledge from our Father! I am a lover of boys; no shame for
that. Men will not understand my attraction to youths even if they are of
the Mahyee-na spirit as I am. My eyes burn with the determination to walk
my own path in spite of what others think of me. It gives me strength. I
laugh from the great power that I'm feeling over everything that comes
from the special connection that I have to our Father. I accept my destiny!
The yellow flames scatter in a puff of smoke. My feet shake and I find
myself falling to the ground. No. It's not me who is shaking but the earth!
My head strikes the dirt with a thud and darkness takes me.
I'm walking along a wide muddy river in the sunlight. The happy tipis
of my tribe reach for the blue sky and children are at play. I am at peace
with myself. Everyone here knows of my Mahyee-na spirit that includes
loving boys. I have led my People from the wisdom passed onto me from our
loving Father. I am their shaman, Willow Bird!
Across the muddy river stands a half-naked boy who is nearly that age
of being named a brave. He has been separated from his People. Two dear
lovers have been taken from him and the doubts in his heart plagues his
future. He is very lost.
I call out to the boy. When he turns to face me, I fly over the slow
moving water and drop into his body with my spirit to reclaim myself. I am
Willow Bird, Warrior!
I awaken on my belly with a tickly sensation in my butt. Someone's
strong hands are gripped around my thighs and I hear his lusty gasps for
breath. The man moves over my back. I feel his big dick penetrating me
deeply and with the pain comes an inner explosion of remembrance: I can
remember all that I am!
These warriors... they are who had murdered and raped my fasting
guardian, Tree Snake! Second Bird had told me as much. And who is that
brave to me? We share a similar face as if he were my father's son. He's
of the Split Muddy River Tribe that had broken away from our People in the
time before our fathers. That explains why he may be trying to help me. A
captive like myself unto these lusty men but he has accepted being named a
brave of their People. Should I continue to trust him?
Where are my People? I must escape and find my way back to them! I'm in
great jeopardy while remaining with these enemy warriors. To them, my life
is but a whim in their hands to keep or to drop like a discarded bone when
they're done eating me. It makes me hate them!
I'm returned to the now by the pain in my butthole. The warrior is
making a brutal use of it with his dick striking inside me like a knife.
My hands are bound. His weight on top keeps me to the dirt like the fallen
buffalo from his spear. My legs are also bound. His arms reach around to
my upper chest while he gives my shoulder kisses and small bites. I'm
forced to perform as the man's bito-wan-ahee; his boy/sex captive. Our
mock love-making sickens me!
The fire warms my hands and calls out to me with a chorus of strange
whisperings. I avoid the yellow dancing flames - no time for Fire Speaking
now. A large rock lying in the ring of the fire pit draws my attention.
There's something under it. The warrior is busy fulfilling himself as a
man so I take this opportunity to reach for freedom. My bound hands creep
along the ground. I touch upon the fire-heated rock and dig into the dirt
at its base. That's where Second Bird had indicated to me where he had
hidden the sharpened flint.
Loud grunts come from the man in my butt. I must hurry! When my fingers
cut upon something sharp, I dig around the long piece of flint until
freeing it from the ground. It's the broken remains to a knife. I bring it
between the palms of my tied hands and make a sawing motion with them. My
chest is gripped more tightly and the warrior gasps at my neck. I know
that he's close to cumming. To break the building rhythm of his climax, I
thrash over the ground as if trying to avoid receiving his sperm in me.
His cock slips from my butt. I hide the flint between my palms when he
remounts me. His mean bites return to my shoulder and he makes a stronger
grip of my chest. He intends to finish what he's started. Me too.
I take the warrior's stabs in my butt while using the flint blade to
cut my bonds. The fire crackles and hisses in warning. Where is Second
Bird? I take a quick look around and see that we're alone in camp. Crumobia
must have taken the brave with to help him recapture their horses.
My hands finally loosen. Against my neck, I hear the warrior's
approaching explosion. The flint blade is turned in my right hand and
gripped in deadly earnest. I intend to kill him. Now!
My anger is overpowering! Yet I force myself to wait for the best
moment before striking. Heskiawanno releases a low moan of satisfaction.
His cock still drives through my butt so I wait... Wait... I feel a gurgle
in my hole that comes from the release of the man's seed. He growls out
like a bear. Swift are my next actions. I violently turn onto my left side
while swinging my right arm back. My bladed hand cracks against the man's
head. His body falls away from mine.
I roll over the ground and prepare for battle! None comes. I quickly
cut the twine binding my legs and come to stand over the fallen warrior.
There's a bleeding cut on his forehead; my strike has only knocked the man
out. I feel a tremendous sense of power over him and to have gained my
freedom. It has made me grow strong in a man's way. I pull away my front
flap.
My dick is standing along my belly with an aching. Below me, the
sleeping warrior has his swollen cock oozing cum to his stomach. My butt
stain is over it. I fall over the man to satisfy my great lust! Our
bellies come together and rub. My hands reach out to his and grip them in
case he awakens. My dick slides over the man's wet cock with its rush to
also wet. I force our love making.
No. What we do is not love. I'm not sure why I risk freedom and my very
life to embrace this enemy warrior for lust's sake. It comes from anger.
Great anger that centers in my loins and shouts to be released! My hands
reach up to the man's shoulders so that I can more easily slide over his
heated body. Our sweat and sexual oozing makes it an easy task. My
pleasure is building. Our chests rub with my sensitive nipples bumping
into his. My dick grinds over his cock. I dare to bite the man's chest.
His blood is tasted in my mouth. Ah, my seed flows! It's a sweet pleasure
to have won my freedom from this vile man.
Breaths race through my mouth. Between our bellies, I feel the flow of
our mingling seed. The tense bow of my body relaxes after releasing its
arrows. My fingers loosen from around the warrior's neck. I slowly rise to
a sitting position over the man with his wet cock tickling against my butt.
It reminds me of his rape of it. I carry his life's essence within me. A
sickening thought.
There's a strange, dull gaze coming from the man's half-opened eyes.
His mouth is open as if to cry out. I frantically look for my flint blade
and grab it from the dirt but the man hasn't awakened. His facial
expression is sad.
I leap to my feet in fright. The warrior is dead - I have strangled
him?! There are the telling red marks around his neck that have come from
my fingers. My fear slowly turns to satisfaction. He should be dead. This
man was my enemy and he had used my body so what I've done to him in
return is a proper payment.
Things must be done. Quick, Willow Bird! I grab my deerskin cloth from
the ground and fold it over my thong belt to hide my dripping loins. A
search of the warrior's body finds nothing useful for me to take; no
weapons. The front of his body bears a long white streak of my cum. It
pools in his dark groin hair. His swollen brown cock reveals its last
performance in manly function. Let his lover return and see how sex was
Heskiawanno undoing. It had weakened him enough so so that I could
overpower him with my boy's need and slay him! It comes as a great
satisfaction to know that my vow unto Tree Snake is being fulfilled. Only
one more death to make.
I wander around camp in a daze while deciding on what to take that I'll
need for my journey: a filled water skin, rawhide shield, ground mat, a
coil of twine and a pouch of smoke-dried venison. Everything else is taken
to the fire and burned. To hide my tracks, a tree's leafy branch is brushed
over my retreat. The open plains await me. I'm free at last to find my
People!
My swift legs carry me as far as they're able to go. A short rest is
taken while my eyes search for signs of the enemy. None. I drink sparingly
from my water skin. Without a horse, the vastness of the rolling hills can
be my undoing. I must find more water and seek shelter during the day to
keep the sun from burning me. For now, I'm forced to put as much distance
as I can between Crumobia and myself and I know that he'll be coming after
me. His lover is lying in the dirt just as they had left Tree Snake. Let
him come and find me if he can. I would welcome a battle between us so that
my vow unto my slain guardian can be fulfilled!
My hands shake from my great anger. I slow my breaths and try relaxing
my bow-strung body. If I'm to survive, I must be in control of my emotions.
Rational thought is the proper path of the warrior. I grimace with
disappointment. My act today has earned me the title of warrior though I've
not yet been named a brave. I had neglected to scalp my enemy to show as
proof unto my People of my deed.
Perhaps I'll be given a chance to take Crumobia's scalp! He is a mighty
three-feathered warrior that would be hard to take down by my hands alone.
Would Second Bird aid me? If it came to a fight, on whose side would that
young brave add his strength to? Mine? Or does he love that old warrior
more than to win his freedom? I don't know. My thoughts keep going round
and round in my head so I put a stop to them. Wearily, I rise from the
ground and run between the hills.
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