Date: Tue, 3 Sep 2013 05:11:38 -0700
From: John Dunbar <jdunbar1498@gmail.com>
Subject: Captive Indian Boy

All the usual disclaimers apply. This story contains scenes of explicit sex
between a mna and a boy. If this material is illegal where you live, please
leave.If you are under the age of 18, please find somewhere else to hang
out.


Captive Indian Boy


The Sioux boy was eleven years old when the white settlers raided his
clan's camp. They came with guns, killing the men and dragging women and
children off as captives. The boys his age they weren't sure what to do
with. There were only a few, and some of the men viewed them as `children'
others as `warriors' depending on how big and strong they were.

The boy watched as the white men killed his parents and took his older
sister. He saw them shoot his friends that were close to his age. He wanted
to cry, but was in such shock that the tears wouldn't come. At least
bullets brought death quickly...

When one of the white men came to decide what to do with him, he knew by
the way the man looked at him that he would be spared. The man was tall,
strong, and handsome in a way that the boy hadn't known, since he'd rarely
set eyes on a white man before. He recognized the look in the man's blue
eyes because he'd often seen it before. It was a look of desire, lust...the
man could see that the boy was beautiful and he suddenly realized what he
could do with a pretty young Indian captive. He had all the power in this
situation. There weren't enough women to go around, but a boy at this stage
of life would make a good plaything...

The boy had seen his own clansmen gazing at him this way, but none of them
had ever touched him. They sometimes took other men to be their wives, but
touching a boy his age just wasn't done. But the boy thought about men all
the time. He was attracted to the warriors. He often watched their sinewy
bodies as they prepared for hunting or raids on other Indian tribes. When
he looked at them he thought of sex. He remembered what he had seen his
parents doing at night in the tipi when they thought he was asleep. When he
heard his mother panting and whimpering he wished that he could know what
she was experiencing. Even though he was just a young boy, he knew he was
meant to be with a man. Because of this he didn't hate the white man for
taking him, though the grief he felt over his family was almost unbearable.
His father had always taught him that life was a journey, and sometimes
that journey would take you where you wouldn't have chosen to go. But
everything was meant to be, even the things that seemed bad or wrong. The
boy understood that being this man's captive was part of his journey.

The man tied the boy's hands behind his back and lifted him onto his
horse. They rode for an hour or so, not speaking, until he could see the
white men's settlement coming into view. It was dusk and the boy felt
afraid. It was all so strange and different from what he had known. The
white men's cabins were square and wooden, not circular and supple like the
tipis he was used to. The man lifted him off the horse and carried him into
one of the cabins.  There were three beds in the cabin, a table, some
chairs and a fireplace. Two rough looking men were sitting at the table,
drinking and playing cards. The white men all had beards on their faces,
not like Indians. They looked up as John entered, with the boy slung over
his shoulder.

`Look what I brought,' John spoke as the men noticed them.  The men looked
scornful. `We thought you were gonna bring us a woman to fuck,' one of them
said.  John set the boy down and said to them `There were only a few women
and the other soldiers got them first... But just look at this Indian boy,'
He grabbed the whiskey bottle from the table, slugging some of it down and
wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

`He has long hair like a woman,' John took a strand of the boy's silky
black hair between his fingers. It was decorated with feathers and
beads. He played with the boy's hair for a moment.

`He has soft, smooth skin like a woman,' he continued as he stroked the
boy's face and arm.

`He has a pretty face like a woman,' John went on. Cupping the boy's chin
with his hand he turned his head and then ran a finger over his full lips.

The boy cast his gaze at the floor and began to blush, feeling the men's
eyes on him. Then John lifted the boy's loincloth, revealing his perfect,
taut backside. He slid a hand over the smooth flesh. `And he has a tight
hole that can be fucked just like a woman...'

The men started to look at the boy differently, now. As they took in the
sight of him, they realized that he was beautiful. They'd both been
drinking quite a bit and were very horny. Suddenly the idea of fucking a
boy didn't seem so strange to them. This was a forbidden thing, though...
If they were caught doing something so prohibited, they might be hanged for
it...yet somehow the danger and risk made the situation seem even more
exciting to them.

`Watch this,' John said. He untied the boy's hands. Then he removed his own
coat, undid a few of the buttons on his shirt, went over to the big bed and
sat on the edge of it, whiskey bottle in hand.

`Come here, boy,' he commanded. The boy didn't know John's language, but he
understood what he wanted him to do. He walked over and stood before the
man. John's legs were parted, and he drew the boy into his arms. Sliding
his hands under his hair he pulled him closer and began to kiss him on the
lips. The other two men looked at each other, and then back to John and the
Indian boy. Their temperatures were beginning to rise, their cocks stirring
in their trousers as they watched the man and boy kiss each other.

The boy didn't resist at all. This was something he had wanted to do for a
long time, and the man's mouth tasted good.  They kissed for several
minutes, with their tongues darting in and out of each other's mouths. John
was running his hands over the boy's naked back and fondling his small
penis under his loincloth, making it erect. The boy pressed himself into
the man's large body, coiling his arms around John's neck.

After a time, John took the boy by the hair and forced him to his knees in
front of him.  Then he undid his belt and his trousers. His massive cock
sprang out, standing at attention. The boy knelt before him, looking up at
John's face. John stood so that his cock was level with the boy's mouth. He
pulled the boy's head towards him, while taking another drink from his
bottle of whiskey.

`Suck it,' he said.  Again, the boy didn't understand the man's words but
it was obvious what he wanted. He opened his mouth and the man's big cock
slid into it. The boy was excited. This was his chance to do something that
he'd always craved, but didn't think he'd be allowed to do before becoming
a man. He had never done this before, but instinctively he knew what would
make the man feel good. He knew he shouldn't bite or scrape the man's cock
with his teeth. He licked and sucked on John's spear until he started to
taste salty liquid. He lapped it up with his tongue. But then John pushed
his cock in so far that he started to gag on it. The boy was trying hard to
please him but he was being so rough...

After a little while the man stopped him and pulled him up into a standing
position again. Then he bent him over the bed. The boy's loincloth barely
covered his bottom and the other two men watched as John stroked and then
spanked his ass a few times. John reached over to a shelf on the wall where
he kept a jar of grease. He opened the jar and scooped some out and started
to rub it all over his cock. Then he lifted the boy's loincloth and applied
it to his opening, probing him with his large fingers.  Then John leaned
over the boy and started thrusting himself into his tight hole. The boy's
eyes widened. He hadn't understood what the man was planning to do to
him. All of a sudden he felt searing pain. Instinctively he started trying
to get away. With a sudden burst of strength he clambered onto the bed,
uncoupling from the man's invading sword. John climbed up onto the bed and
pinned the boy down with his body, grabbing his hair hard. Just as suddenly
he impaled the boy again while he squirmed and thrashed in pain and
fear. He cried out and started sobbing. John reached over and covered his
mouth with his big hand.

`Stop struggling, boy,' he commanded. `Just submit and it will be better
for you.'

The boy didn't understand the man's language but he knew what the words
were communicating to him. He was still crying, thinking about how unfair
this was. Words came out of his mouth that the white men couldn't
comprehend. The boy was begging, pleading and praying to the spirits to
save him from this. But there was no way out and he knew it. John's hand
was on the back of his neck, and his powerful body restrained him
helplessly beneath him.

In his heart he heard his father speaking to him, saying, `Son in
everything that happens you must seek the lesson you're meant to learn...'
His father had said these words to him again and again, but he didn't feel
it should apply to this situation. He knew what he should do, but his mind
and body didn't think he should have to submit to this.  He heard his
father's voice in his heart again, as clear as day. This time he was saying
`This man is punishing you, son, but you can turn it into a gift...you have
all the power.'

He could hear the other two men breathing hard as they watched the
spectacle. John was inside of him still, thrusting hard in and out, holding
him down tightly. But the pain was beginning to subside a little, and in
spite of himself the boy began to relax.

As John moved their bodies together, the boy's little spear rubbed against
the bed and the friction was making it get very hard again. At the same
time he felt a sensation that he had never before experienced. John's cock
brushed against a place inside of him that yielded incredible
pleasure. Every time he touched that place, the boy felt like he was
getting closer to some kind of ecstasy. It reminded him of a time when he'd
watched lightning come out of the heavens, sparking a wildfire...  Now he
moved his body in such a way that would help John find that spot inside of
him. He arched his back and lifted his hips, giving the man deeper access
to his body. John sensed the change in the boy's attitude and eased his
grip on him, moving his hands to his hips instead. He felt the boy
writhing, heard his cries turn to whimpers of pleasure. It pleased him to
see that the boy was cooperating with him, now. He felt something like love
growing in his heart as the boy submitted to his demands. At first he had
planned to let the other two men take turns with him afterward, but now
suddenly he wanted to keep the boy for himself.

The two men observed all of this with growing amazement. The boy was
squirming, panting and begging like a bitch in heat, grinding his ass
against John's loins, desperately seeking the source of this intense
pleasure.

`He's enjoying it ...' one of the men said, licking his lips.

Soon John could feel the boy's young body convulsing under him. He wondered
if this was the first time he had experienced orgasm and the idea of it
made John feel somehow gratified.  He leaned over again and turned the
boy's face to the side. His eyes were closed, his lips parted, his raven
hair strewn across his soft cheek, an expression of pure rapture on his
beautiful face. John braced himself on his elbows, enclosing the boy's
small wrists with his fingers. They kissed again. `Good boy,' John
murmured. Within a few seconds he came, filling the boy with his seed.

They stayed together like this for a few precious moments. Though they
didn't know each other's languages or even names, they had become one,
connected in such a way that it was hard to tear themselves apart
again. But John could hear the sound of his comrades, who had gotten up
from the table and were now standing very near to the bed. They were both
extremely aroused by what they had just witnessed and wanted a turn with
the boy.

`Okay that's enough,' one of them spoke sharply as John lingered, `Share
him with us.'

Slowly John came back to awareness. There was no way he would allow that,
not after what had happened between himself and the boy...but refusing them
would put him into a very difficult and dangerous position. They would be
angry with him...perhaps they would report him to their superiors...

John got up off of the bed and the boy rolled onto his side, raising
himself on one elbow. He observed the men quietly. They were arguing,
now. One of them reached over to grab him and John pushed him away. Their
voices rose. John hit the other man with his fist, striking him on the
jaw. The boy knew they were arguing over him. He realized that John was
trying to protect him, but there were two of the men against John. He
didn't want his captor to be hurt.

He leapt off of the bed and got between them, begging them to stop. The man
reached out to grab him again, but before he could the boy dropped to his
knees in front of him and looked up, his mouth open as he had done with
John. The man seemed appeased by this, and John relented. Better that he do
this than let them fuck him. The boy sucked the first man to orgasm, then
the second one. That seemed to settle the matter since they were both very
drunk. Eventually the two rough men passed out on their beds, leaving John
and the boy in his bed clinging to each other and locked in a continuous
kiss.

Once John saw that the two men were unconscious he got up, pulling his
clothes on and urging the boy to put on a shirt to protect him from the
cold. He wrapped the boy in one of his furs. Throwing a few provisions in
his saddlebags the two of them crept outside and mounted the horse. They
rode away as fast as John could manage, avoiding the night guard who was
also passed out. John didn't know where they would go or how they would
survive, but he knew they couldn't stay here...