Date: Tue, 28 Oct 2008 15:37:21 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bill <bil47_new@yahoo.com>
Subject: Soldiers and Boys in Wartime - 4

Soldiers and Boys in Wartime - 4
by Bill

Story 4 - Indian Wars

Time -- The 1850s
Army -- A raiding party of the Sioux Nation
Location -- The American frontier, in the north-west of
	the present-day state of Iowa


"They're gonna make us do it again, ain't they, Joshua?"
whispered the 11-year-old, with distress in his voice and
in his eyes.  "All of them Injuns is gonna do it to us,
just like last night!  It makes me sick at my stomach
whenever I think about them putting their pissers in my
mouth and making me suck them.  And Lordy, Josh... when
they humped their pissers into my bottom hole, it hurt so
bad that...."

"Quiet, Daniel," said Joshua.  "Hush now." The 13-year-old
was whispering too.  Their captors didn't allow talking,
but the eight warriors of the Dakota Sioux raiding party
were busy preparing the horses and the camp for the night.
"We'll get out of this somehow... escape and find folks
who'll take us in.  Meantime, we just gotta do what the
Injuns want, until the time's right to make a run for it.
When one of them puts his pisser in your mouth or your
bottom-hole, close your eyes and try to imagine that it's
you and me doing it together in our bed.  Maybe it won't
feel near as bad."

"But it ain't nothing like the fun we have in bed, Josh.
You're always so gentle when you do it, and your pisser
ain't near as big as the Injuns'."

Joshua thought for a moment whether he should suggest that
his little brother imagine that it was their Pa having sex
with him.  That's what had gotten Joshua through the sexual
assaults of the past two nights. But he kept the thought to
himself.

Then, as if reading his brother's mind, the younger boy
said "I miss Pa so bad!"

"I...."  Joshua's voice caught for a moment, and he felt
like he was about to start crying again as he thought about
his father, murdered by the Indian raiders.  "I miss Pa
too. But remember what he told us back when Ma died," the
older boy continued.  "We gotta keep on living our own
lives, and we gotta look out for each other."

The two brothers were kneeling side-by-side on the ground,
their hands tied behind their backs with thin strips of
leather, and then tied to their ankles.  They were
barefoot, and their only clothing was the cotton
nightshirts they'd been wearing three days before, when the
Indians raided their isolated homestead before dawn.  As
the boys were being dragged out, they saw their father
lying dead on the floor, his skull crushed by a tomahawk.
The cabin was looted and burned, and their father's horse
had been added to the Indians' string of pack animals.

"That lady... she went crazy from it... from the Injuns
humping their pissers into her... didn't she?" whispered
Daniel.

A young farm-wife had been captured before the boys had, at
a homestead some miles from where the boys had lived.
Joshua and Daniel had listened, and briefly seen, as she
had been gang-fucked by the Sioux warriors the first night
of their captivity.  She had screamed at first; screams
that had terrified the boys.  But after a while she had
gone silent.  And in the morning her dead body was
discovered near where she'd been raped... lying in a puddle
of dark blood, her arms still bound behind her back but her
wrists crudely gouged by the sharp stick that remained
clenched in her hand.

"I reckon she did, Daniel.  But WE ain't gonna go crazy.
We're gonna keep our wits about us and live."

"But Josh...."

"Hush!" the older boy hissed.  "Yonder comes Hatchet Face."

The Indian to whom they'd give the nickname did indeed have
a narrow face and sharp nose, but his Sioux name was
Otaktay (meaning "kills many enemies").  The 30-year-old
Indian wasn't the biggest or strongest of the war-party,
but he was the one who took the greatest interest in using
the boys for his sexual pleasure.  Even as the others had
been laughing and whooping as they held the white woman
down and took turns on her, Otaktay had been with Joshua
and Daniel, stripping them nude, fondling their bodies, and
then violating their mouths and assholes... fucking each
of them in turn, while their hands were tied to a tree.

During the daytime, traveling on horseback, Daniel had
ridden with Otaktay, sitting in front of him on the horse.
The Indian had petted the boy intimately as they traversed
miles of prairie, following the river up-stream, back into
the heart of Sioux territory. Joshua had been passed around
to ride with a number of the other warriors, sitting behind
them on the horses, sometimes having his hand pulled to the
rider's crotch to stroke his cock.

Otaktay wore moccasins, a loin-cloth, and buckskin
leggings.  His hairless chest was bare, and the war paint
applied several days previously had just about worn off.
He looked down on the two kneeling boys, savoring the look
of fearful submission on Daniel's face and the hostility on
Joshua's.  Both attitudes pleased him, as he contemplated
which boy he should enjoy first.  The Indian didn't
consider himself cruel for taking the captives sexually.
After all; he had saved their lives, and they owed him.
Many in the Sioux Nation considered the encroachment of
settlers to be a war to the death... seeing the white
foreigners as bringers of disease and thieves of land, who
should be exterminated before they had a chance to carry
out their evil plans.  The two boys would surely have been
killed if Otaktay had not convinced the group's leader that
they be spared.  While Otaktay felt an immediate physical
attraction to the older boy, and relished the prospect of
using him sexually, his primary motivation was to bring the
younger one back to his teepee... first as a slave but
eventually, when he had assimilated to Sioux ways, as an
adopted son.  He couldn't have sons of his own, because his
wife was a berdache - a "two-spirit" - an effeminate young
man who had been raised as a girl and lived as a woman.
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Otaktay untied the rawhide from Daniel's ankles and lifted
the young boy to his feet, leaving his hands still tied
behind his back. Daniel's thin cotton nightshirt came down
to mid-thigh like a dress, dirty from the three days of
hard travel.  The Indian's face was impassive as he reached
down and pulled the nightshirt up over the boy's head, and
bunched it back onto his bound wrists.

The warrior grunted softly -- a sign of approval - as his
eyes surveyed Daniel's nudity, and his hands began
caressing the 11-year-old's small, slender young body.
Although his breathing quickened as he fondled the boy's
immature penis and small rounded ball-sack, his expression
never changed from its inscrutable calm.  He bent down and
buried his nose into Daniel's scraggly dark-blond hair,
inhaling the boy's scent as his hands gently caressed
Daniel's soft buttocks and his stiff little boner.  He
grunted his approval again.  And then he turned to Joshua.

Untying Joshua's ankles, Otaktay was a bit rougher in
hauling the older boy to his feet.  He took a handful of
the boy's shoulder-length hair and pulled it back to expose
Joshua's throat.  The 13-year-old's defiant expression
turned to fear.  But instead of hurting Joshua, the warrior
leaned close, stuck out his tongue, and licked along the
side of the boy's neck, tasting his dried sweat and
smelling his scent.  Otaktay's tongue continued up to the
boy's ear.  He whispered in the Dakota Sioux language: "You
excite me, white-boy."  He took the small earlobe between
his lips... tonguing it at first, and then pressing down
with his teeth, just short of the boy's pain threshold.
Joshua moaned softly as the Indian's beardless face brushed
against the boy's equally smooth cheek.  Then his body
shivered as Otaktay's tongue flicked inside the lad's ear.

Otaktay's hand let go of the boy's hair and slid down his
back to cup his butt cheek.  The other pressed against
Joshua's crotch through the thin cotton material, finding
the barely-adolescent penis to be standing up stiff.

"You are excited too, eh?" he whispered.

Joshua couldn't understand the words.  But the deep sensuous
voice, the hot breath in his ear, and the hand squeezing
his stiff cock made him gasp involuntarily.

Stepping back slightly, Otaktay reached up to grab the neck
of Joshua's nightshirt.  Pulling the material apart with
both hands, he slowly ripped the garment down the front,
exposing the boy's chest, his belly, then his erection, and
finally his smooth slender legs. The cloth fell back along
Joshua's arms behind him, leaving him naked.  Joshua's chest
and back were tanned a rich butternut from the summer sun,
but below the waist he was pale white.  His body was
totally hairless, which pleased Otaktay greatly.  The
Indian's fingertips lightly caressed the boy's exquisite
young cock, its tip peeking out from the collar of
foreskin. Then he skinned it back to admire the well-shaped
crown, and began masturbating the sensitive sex-flesh up
and down as Joshua's body trembled with sexual stimulation.

Joshua glanced over at Daniel, and he saw that his little
brother was staring slack-jawed at the display.  The older
boy blushed with shame at being so aroused from the touch
of this savage... this murderer.  He tried to fight it,
clenching his fists, attempting to will his penis to go
soft, but it was futile.  Raw sexual pleasure was surging
through his body as the Indian jacked Joshua's straining
cock.  The boy closed his eyes.  As he had the past two
nights, his mind tried to blot out what the Indian was
doing by thinking instead about his father.   He thought
about all the times Pa had quietly awakened him, as he
slept with his younger brother on the rough mattress
stuffed with corn-husks, and led him to the feather-bed in
which the man had slept alone since his wife's death.

Joshua's mind filled with memories of Pa's soft loving
words as he gently pulled the nightshirt over the boy's
head and then pulled off his own... of laying in bed
together and kissing, their warm naked bodies rubbing
together urgently... of moving down to take Pa's cock into
his mouth, and then all the way into his throat, just the
way the man had taught him... and finally accepting the
long, slow thrusts of Pa's thick cock inside his ass.
The father had always felt guilty afterwards about having
allowed his lust to control him.  He never talked about
their incestuous lovemaking, often leaving the boy
unmolested for weeks at a time... until the urge became
too strong, and he took Joshua to his bed once again.

As Otaktay unhooked his belt, his loin-cloth and leggings
dropped to the ground, leaving him naked but for his
deerskin moccasins.  His penis was already standing up
fully erect from its nest of straight black pubes - the
Indian's only real body hair.  Otaktay's hands pressed down
on Joshua's shoulders, forcing him to his knees, where the
boy's mouth was at the same level as the man's stiff penis.
The boy knew what was coming.  For reasons he couldn't
understand, he desired it intensely.  His body trembled as
he opened his mouth, licking his tongue across his lips
and forming them into an "O" shape.

A glimmer of a smile flashed briefly across the Sioux
warrior's impassive face.  He took his rigid cock in his
hand and tilted it toward the boy's mouth.  Joshua leaned
forward and took the cock-head hungrily between his lips,
slathering his tongue around it, and began to move his lips
down the shaft.  But after only a few moments, Otaktay
suddenly pulled it out.  Still holding his erection, the
Indian slapped it several times across Joshua's face, as he
kept his mouth open, ready to begin sucking again. The
boy's face burned with humiliation and desire.

"You like it; eh, white-boy?" murmured the Indian.  "You
can't pretend anymore that you don't want to suck my cock."

Otaktay plunged his cock back into Joshua's mouth, fast and
deep.  The boy gagged audibly, but he didn't try to pull
back.  The Indian entwined his fingers through Joshua's
shoulder-length hair, pulling the boy's face toward him and
thrusting even deeper, until Joshua's lips were pressing
into the hairy base of the cock.  Otaktay kept pushing his
hips forward as he held Joshua's head firmly, relishing the
sensation of his stiff cock embedded deep inside the boy's
warm wet throat.  When the Indian's hips finally pulled
back, the 13-year-old gasped for breath, but then began
tonguing the cock and then moving his lips down the shaft,
obediently fellating Otaktay's straining cock again.

"Yes... that's it, white-boy. Suck it!" grunted Otaktay.
As Joshua continued giving an expert blow-job, the Indian
considered that perhaps he should take this one into his
teepee instead of the younger boy.  He thought of how
pleased his wife, Makawee, would be to have a foreigner
boy-slave who would suck her cock so well.  (He had never
sucked her small shapely cock himself.  A Sioux warrior,
even one with a berdache wife, would consider it shameful
to take a cock in his own mouth or ass.)  Otaktay shivered
with pleasure as he imagined watching Makawee and the boy
lying naked on a bearskin, facing in opposite directions,
sucking each other at the same time.  These thoughts,
together with the efforts of Joshua's lips and tongue,
stimulated him so greatly that he felt his pleasure-spirits
rising up, determined to take control of his will.

"Enough!" he said suddenly, yanking Joshua by the hair to
pull his mouth off the throbbing cock.  "I intend to spurt
my seed into your ass, white-boy... not in your mouth."

Joshua remained on his knees, understanding nothing that
the Indian said.

Otaktay brought his leg up and placed his foot on Joshua's
chest.  With a soft push, the boy fell over onto his back,
his legs flailing.  Even though the impact was cushioned
by the grass-covered ground, Joshua gasped as the weight
of his body landed on his bound arms.  The boy's hips were
raised up, supported by his clenched fists beneath them.
Otaktay knelt between Joshua's legs and raised them back
to the boy's chest, exposing his puckered hole.

"Your boy-cunt is almost as pretty as my wife's," the
Indian muttered, as he positioned his spit-slick cock and
thrust his hips forward.

Joshua cringed as the ring of anal muscle was forcefully
penetrated, but he remained silent, his eyes closed, and
his mind striving to return to his father's bed.  Even as
Otaktay's rigid cock pushed aggressively into Joshua's
bowel, the boy didn't cry out.

"You take it well, with no complaining," Otaktay grunted
as he pulled back his cock and thrust again.  "I think
that you will learn quickly to become one of The People."

As the Indian eased into a smooth rhythm of fuck-strokes,
another warrior approached, having finished his duties in
preparing the campsite.

"Otaktay, you sly fox!"  It was Matoskah, the leader of the
war-party, who quickly dropped his loincloth and leggings,
revealing a cock that was half-hard and pulsing harder.
"I see that you are getting the first pleasures from our
slave-boys once again."

Otaktay looked up casually as he continued his fucking.
"And I see, Matoskah, that the spirits are urging you to
have pleasure with them as well.  Will you be taking the
young one there, or follow me on this one?"

"I had the older one last night.  I am eager to fuck the
little one this time.  I have been thinking all afternoon
about having my cock in this tight young ass," he said as
his hand caressed Daniel's smooth butt.  "It was wise of
you, Otaktay, to suggest that we spare their lives and
bring them along with us."

Otaktay grunted in acknowledgement of the praise. Then, as
he continued thrusting his hips, he said to the leader,
"Lay him here beside this one and we will fuck them
together, with our bodies moving in unison... just like
that time we fucked those two Lakota maidens during the
gathering of the tribes, back when we were not much older
than this one and just discovering our pleasure spirits."

Matoskah nodded.  He reached his arm around Daniel's
slender waist and picked him up like a sack of grain,
laying him on his back, right beside his older brother.
The Indian pushed Daniel's legs back, grunting his
approval at the sight of the boy's delicate pink asshole.

Matoskah spit on his fingers and rubbed them across the
11-year-old's tightly-clenched anus.  The Indian thought
to himself how gratifying it was to force the hated
whites to satisfy his lust.  Each time he took a white
woman, and now a boy, it was a bit of pay-back for what
The People had suffered at the hands of the wicked
foreigners...  revenge for the warriors slain, for the
land stolen, for the women and children sickened with
the white-man's diseases.

But before he thrust his hard cock into the boy, the six
other warriors approached, ready to share in the enjoyment.

"I'm hungry for pleasure with the slaves too!" said the
youngest of them, a 19-year-old brave, as he unhooked his
belt.  "Turn them on their bellies and untie their hands,
so they can serve two more of us with their mouths while
you're fucking them."  His loincloth dropped to the ground,
uncovering his fully-erect penis, and he stroked it slowly
as he looked down at the helpless boys.

Otaktay looked over at Matoskah, and they both nodded.

"So be it," said Matoskah, as he turned Daniel over and
positioned him on his knees with his face to the ground.
As he untied the leather thong binding the boy's wrists,
he said "Decide among yourselves who takes his mouth
first.  I'm taking his ass now!"

He spit again onto his fingers and rubbed the saliva onto
the head of his erection, then positioned it and thrust
roughly into the tight anal ring, producing a howl of
protest from the boy.

"Hurry up and fill his mouth, so I don't have to listen
to this whining," said Matoskah, as he began fucking
hard and fast.

The 19-year-old brave vocalized a high-pitch yelp of
excitement as he sat himself on the ground and
positioned his crotch in front of Daniel's face.
He took a handful of Daniel's hair and brought the
boy's mouth down on the firm teenage erection.

"Suck it, slave!" demanded the young warrior.

End of Part 4.
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