Date: Thu, 13 Feb 2014 04:23:14 -0500
From: Jake Preston <jemtling@gmail.com>
Subject: Psychic Detective 6
Psychic Detective 6
Dmitri and David in Exile with the Ojibwe
By: Jake Preston
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Chapter 6
Dmitri and David in Exile with the Ojibwe
From one of Anna Ravitch's paintings of a peyote ritual, Dmitri and
David imagined Dark Eagle as a mysterious, remote guru: old and wise, but
formal and distant, speaking in proverbs, and-dressed in tribal costume and
wrapped in a ceremonial blanket-the relic of a world that was inaccessible
to them, if indeed it existed. When the college boys exited the back seat
of the car and walked down the trail to his cabin on Crane Lake, they saw
Dark Eagle outdoors by his woodshed, wielding an axe to split an
eighteen-inch segment of pine that was balanced on end on a smoothed-out
wood-cutting stump. He wore faded blue-jeans with the beginnings of holes
at the knees, and a smart new black tee-shirt ornamented with the outline
of two bears, emblazoned "Vince Shute Bear Sanctuary, Orr, Minnesota." His
was a green old age. To judge by his axe-wielding, he could have bested
men half his age in boxing or wrestling or archery, but would have conceded
in a foot-race, as Odysseus did in the court of King Alkinous, even though
he wore the latest blue-and-yellow Reeboks. Dark Eagle took aim at a seam
in the log-segment. It split down the middle with one blow. Dmitri and
David stood at a respectful distance. "Come in closer, boys," he
said. "This isn't the Green Chapel, and I'm not the Green Knight."
David remarked to Dmitri on the shaman's allusion to a
fourteenth-century English romance. "That's not English, boys, it's an old
Ojibwe legend," Dark Eagle said. By his sly smile at David, he let them
know that he knew that the Ojibwe tale of a warrior named Gavin was a
cultural appropriation.
David and Dmitri did what any well-bred boys would do. Since there
were two axes, and two chopping-blocks, they took over the wood-chopping
task while Dark Eagle sat Indian-style on the ground and observed them. He
was joined by Sam Black Bear and Mrs. Ravitch, who took a picture with her
cellphone, for this, she decided, was an excellent subject for a
painting. In the study of folktales you must know, Dear Reader, that
whenever there are two, originally there was only one. But in this case
there really were two axes, and two chopping-blocks, for whenever Dark
Eagle expected company, it was his custom to be found chopping wood,
knowing that his visitors would help with him with wood-chopping, unless
they relieved him altogether. This amused Sam Black Bear, but if Dmitri and
David had known about it, they would have chopped wood for him anyway.
An hour went by. Dark Eagle invited them to the cabin for
breakfast. While Mrs. Ravitch and Sam Black Bear relaxed by the fireplace,
Dark Eagle assigned tasks to the boys-making coffee, chopping slices of
ham, setting the table for five-while he made cornbread and fried scrambled
eggs. By the they had eaten and washed dishes, Dmitri and David felt at
home in their exile with the shaman.
At breakfast, they planned what to do for the day. Since the boys
hadn't seen the bear sanctuary, he said he'd take them there. "You need to
make friends with boys your own age. I know two lads who have heard of your
story and are eager to meet you. They work as caretakers at the bear
sanctuary. We'll meet them there."
Sam Black Bear and Mrs. Ravitch departed for Lake Ashawa. Dark Eagle
led Dmitri and David down a path through the woods to the ceremonial
wigwam. "This is where you'll sleep," he said. "If the Deputy and his
henchmen come looking for you, they'll never find you here. And now, to
honor you as my guests, we must smoke the calumet."
On one of the supporting poles of the wigwam, a ceremonial peace-pipe
hung, alongside two tobacco pouches. "The deerskin pouch is laced with
marijuana. The cowhide pouch is only tobacco. Let's see if one of you can
tell the difference," Dark Eagle said.
Dmitri volunteered for the test. He handled both pouches. "This one
is deerskin; I can tell by its soft texture," he said.
"Very good, Dmitri!" Dark Eagle exclaimed.
The three men sat in a circle at the center of the ceremonial
blanket, and passed the peace-pipe. While they got high on marijuana, Dark
Eagle explained the signs on the blanket: the four directions, the sign of
Gitche Gumi, wigwam villages designating separate clans, totem and hunting
symbols, signs of war and peace. At Dark Eagle's request, Dmitri and David
told their stories. David admitted to being bullied in school. College, for
him, was the first time in his life that he was free from bullies. Dmitri
told how he escaped bullying by acting straight, and by excelling in
sports, especially in wrestling. That's why he had an athletic scholarship
at Peugeot College. They told him how they became lovers, and of the
harrowing scene on Five Spirits Island. They had promised never to part,
they said, even though their future now seemed uncertain.
"Iikaan gababa'ii. Mino-iikaan onizhishi'" Dark Eagle said. Dmitri
and David looked puzzled. Dark Eagle translated for them. The first
sentence meant "Friendship is timeless." The second sentence couldn't be
translated into English, but meant something like "It is the quality of
friendship that matters." "Proverbial speech is part of my job," he
jested. "When the shaman lapses into proverbs, your job is to admire, and
pretend to understand." He laughed at his joke. Dmitri and David laughed
with him.
Dark Eagle challenged Dmitri to wrestling. "It's all in friendship,"
he said, "and David will be the prize." The boys still couldn't tell when
Dark Eagle was joking, and when he was serious. When Dmitri agreed, Dark
Eagle stood up and stripped off his clothes. Lines in his face disclosed
signs of age, but he had a warrior's body.
Following the shaman's example, Dmitri got naked, too. "Three rounds;
three bouts in each round; one point for each round," Dmitri proposed.
"After each round, we pass the calumet," Dark Eagle countered.
They grappled. David, their sole spectator, was flattered to see two
men wrestling over him. He was high on weed, but confident that Dmitri
would best the shaman. The first thing he noticed was that Dmitri's and
Dark Eagle's skin tones matched. Watching them wrestle gave him license to
look closely at Dark Eagle's body. He approved the man's muscularity, his
well- defined abdomen and butt. He watched their pricks expand to
half-staff in body-contact that sometimes got intimate. He noticed that
Dark Eagle's prick was darker than his body complexion. In this respect,
the shaman resembled Dmitri. It was a feature of Dmitri's anatomy that
turned him on. Dmitri won the first bout, but Dark Eagle won the next two,
and scored the point for round one.
Passing the calumet, Dark Eagle and Dmitri praised each other's
wrestling. "You wrestle like gods," David said. "Or I should say, you look
like gods when you wrestle."
Dmitri made a comeback in round two. He won all three bouts, scoring
a point for the round. Passing the calumet, Dark Eagle said, "Well, we're
even now. Best of luck to you on the third round, Dmitri. David's virtue
hangs in the balance!" He smiled slyly. Three cocks throbbed, stimulated
from pot; two from close body contact; one from the spectacle.
On the third round, Dmitri won the first bout, but Dark Eagle won the
second. Their final bout was furious and charged with sex. Dark Eagle
passed an arm between Dmitri's thighs and fondled his cock. Dmitri found
himself pinned in the throes of sexual feeling.
"In a way, we both won," Dark Eagle said while they passed the
calumet. "I won two rounds, but only four bouts. Dmitri won only one round,
but he won five bouts. Still, I won David's body on a technicality."
"What do you propose to do with him?" Dmitri asked. We would have
been anxious, were it not for the weed.
"I'll give you two choices, and let David decide," the shaman
said. "One: I could fuck him. Two: I could give up my fucking rights in
exchange for a request that I will make later. It's your choice, David. In
the meantime, I propose that we take a nap and sleep of the marijuana.
Then we can go to the bear sanctuary."
Dark Eagle led the way back to the cabin. They lay in his bed, still
naked, with Dark Eagle in between the college boys. Dark Eagle fondled
their cocks, one in each hand. They took turns fondling Dark Eagle's cock
and his gams.
"Right now I'm in the mood to get fucked by a champion wrestler,"
David said. "But my ass belongs to Dmitri, and I'm still a virgin. If you
want to fuck me, Dark Eagle, you'll have to let Dmitri fuck me first."
Early in the afternoon, the temperature rose to 85°, a hot day in
the Lake Country. In the bear sanctuary, Dark Eagle, Dmitri, and David
climbed the steps to a viewing scaffold. Dmitri and David counted
thirty-five bears. "That's just the ones you can see," Dark Eagle
said. They stood side by side with Dark Eagle in the middle, supporting
their weight on the scaffold railing while watching the bears and their
cubs. Some minutes went by. Caught unawares at first, Dmitri and David
found that two Ojibwe men in their early twenties had joined their company
one on each side. Dark Eagle introduced them. The man next to Dmitri was
Jimmy Brave Heart, the son of Peter Brave Heart, one of the elders. The man
next to David was Anthony Waabooz, the son of Steve Waabooz, another
elder. "Waabooz means 'Rabbit', but you can call me Tony," Anthony said to
David.
"Why Dark Eagle," Dmitri exclaimed, "we're among Ojibwe royalty, or
nobility at least!"
"You've been chosen as brothers, if you accept," Dark Eagle said.
Jimmy Brave Heart and Anthony Waabooz ignored Dark Eagle's remark,
and launched into a discourse about the history of the bear
sanctuary. "It's the opposite of a zoo," they explained. "The bears are
free to roam anywhere. They stay in the sanctuary for the food. That's our
job. We bring food to the feeding stations. Here, it's the people who are
confined to the scaffold. The bears are free. But we don't let people get
close to the bears. It's not good for them to get used to people. That
makes them dangerous, if they get used to humans. Bears are naturally
shy. They keep their distance from humans. It's important to keep it that
way."
The four guys got chatty. Dark Eagle left them on their own. That's
when Jimmy Brave Heart explained what the shaman meant when he said they
were 'chosen'. "We have you at a disadvantage," he said. "We had a chance
to look you guys over. I chose you, Dmitri, and Tony chose David. It's an
Ojibwe custom, like an arranged marriage. We've been paired as brothers,
Indian-style. No hard feelings, if you don't want to go along with it. We
can still be friends."
"Of course we'll go along with it," Dmitri said. "When in the Ojibwe
nation, do as the Ojibwe!" Neither he nor David could find any fault in
their partners. They were good-looking guys, fit and trim.
"Everyone around here knows about Five Spirits Island," Tony chipped
in. "Dark Eagle doesn't want us to leave you guys alone. Whoever did those
murders, he thinks that you're in more danger from him than from Deputy
Nelson."
"Or from them," David said. "There must have been more than one."
"I hope we can make a virtue of necessity by becoming friends," Jimmy
Brave Heart said.
"We'll be staying with you guys in the wigwam, if that's all right,"
Tony Waabooz said.
"Dark Eagle thinks of everything!" Dmitri exclaimed.
The guys rode back to Crane Lake in Jimmy Brave Heart's old
chevvy. Dmitri rode shotgun. Tony and David took the back seat. "Dark Eagle
said he'd fire up the sweat lodge," Jimmy said. "It should be ready for us
when we get to his place." The first hint of romance came when David held
Tony's hand. Their eyes met. Blood ran to cocks, enough to fill two
baskets. David pulled Tony toward him. Their lips met in a kiss. Dmitri
moved closer to Jimmy and placed a hand on his leg. "I never got to do
stuff like this in high school," he said. By the time they reached Crane
Lake, four horny guys were ready to get naked in the sweat lodge.
Instead of serving alcohol, Dark Eagle passed the calumet to the
four naked boys seated Indian-style in a semicircle by the fireplace. Dark
Eagle sat in the middle, facing the fireplace, with Dmitri and Jimmy Brave
Heart at his right, and David and Tony Waabooz on his left. Blood and
spirits ran high, sharing marijuana, nudity, and the expectation of
adventurous sex. They talked about how Fate had brought them together:
Dmitri and David from opposite ends of the country, paired with Jimmy and
Tony in the unexpected aftermath of a murder mystery. Dark Eagle whispered
in David's ear: "Fulfill Destiny today." Perhaps elusive to others, the
message was clear to David. He nodded his assent.
The sweat lodge was an oblong hut, rounded at both ends, with a
fire-pit in the middle. The outside walls were secured at the base by
mounds of earth. Anyone who needed a quick exit could escape by pushing on
the boards. The lodge was six-feet-five at the center, but sloped to under
five feet at the sides, so Dmitri and David had to stoop, or duck their
heads, if they wanted to move about. They sat on four tree-stumps, arranged
by the fire. "According to one of the books I've read, the sweat lodge is a
sacred place for a solemn ritual," Dmitri said.
"That's true for the Navajo," Jimmy Brave Heart explained, "but
every Indian nation is different. For the Ojibwe, the sweat lodge is a
place for companionship prior to a ritual. It's a place to gain trust among
friends, as a way to prepare for the ritual. For us, it's similar to the
sauna. We've borrowed some Scandinavian customs, like nudity and the
balsam-bough massage." He pointed to the balsam boughs, in two neat piles
on either side of the tree stumps.
"The sweat lodge isn't a test of endurance, either," Tony Waabooz
said. "When the heat starts wearing you down, it's time to jump in the lake
and cool down. The rule is that when one man heads for the water, the
others must follow. I'll be the first to admit that I'm ready for a dip in
the lake." He exited the lodge. The other boys followed.
After a bit underwater wrestling, Tony and David took turns
applying soap to each other. Tony tossed the bar of soap to Dmitri. He and
Jimmy Brave Heart did the same. Back in the sweat lodge, sword-fights
ensued. The four boys jostled each other frontally while holding their
hands behind their backs. David wielded the only kosher weapon in the merry
melee, but each boy's cock was unique in some obvious way. Jimmy Brave
Heart's shaft was purple-veined; his foreskin was raggedy at the
edges. Dmitri took the prize for over-all size, but Tony Wabooz's cock was
wedgy and thick. When his foreskin retracted, it disclosed an aperture of
unusual width.
"You're such a stud," Jimmy Brave Heart said to Dmitri. "I can see
how David would open up for you."
"Actually, it's the other way around," Dmitri said. "David fucks
me."
"That's amazing," Jimmy said.
David told the story about how Dmitri wrestled with Dark Eagle, and
Dark Eagle won. "The prize was me," he said. "The prize was my ass... is
my ass. Dark Eagle passed the prize to you guys, all three of you."
"Why would Dark Eagle do that?" Dmitri asked.
"He has his reasons," David said. "The shaman must be obeyed."
They dashed to the lake for another session of underwater wrestling
and groping. Dmitri stuck with Jimmy, and David with Tony. They kept
together as couples back in the lodge, where they applied balsam boughs in
intimate massages. They wrestled in the water again. David stood by the
dock with his legs spread apart. He supported himself with his elbows and
chin on the dock, and arched his ass for Dmitri, who penetrated him while
he groaned. David stifled his cries while Dmitri fucked from behind. Jimmy
and Tony stood on either side of him. David motioned to Tony, who took
Dmitri's place in the saddle. A few minutes later, it was Jimmy Brave
Heart's turn.
The men shared an intimate grope-fest in the sweat lodge. David let
each of his friends penetrate him again. When they offered to fuck him, he
said "Wait till we get to the wigwam." Urged by the ooze of testosterone,
they agreed that their time in the sweat lodge was over. When they walked
up the trail through the woods to the wigwam, Tony held David's
hand. Dmitri and Jimmy followed, hand in hand.
David lay on his back in the wigwam. He motioned for Dmitri to
kneel between his legs. Jimmy and Tony knelt on each side of David. While
Dmitri missioned David, they took turns sucking Jimmy's and Tony's
cocks. Jimmy and Tony held David's legs wide apart while Dmitri jizzed
David's love-canal. David flipped over and let Tony fuck him from
behind. Tony jizzed. David straddled Jimmy and rotated his butt while
Jimmy fucked from below.
Dmitri, Jimmy, and Tony offered to get David off, but he declined
their attentions. "We have obeyed Dark Eagle," he said. They went back to
the lake, and the sweat lodge. "Dmitri and I are lovers," David
said. "Nothing that we do together as a foursome will change that. But Dark
Eagle wants you guys to prepare my body for the peyote ritual
tomorrow. That's why you guys were charged with the duty of fucking me. And
you'll fuck me again, during the ritual."
In the sweat lodge, they talked about sex. David, Jimmy Brave Heart,
and Tony Waabooz said they were 'tops' at heart. Dmitri was the only one
who said he was a 'bottom'. "Dark Eagle recognizes you as Niizho-manitou,
a two-spirited man," Jimmy said to David. "He believes that Manitou will
speak through you, if you are ready."
"Very perceptive of you, Jimmy Brave Heart," David said. "I'll be
concentrating on that."
The men heard a bronze bell ringing from the cabin. Dark Eagle kept
a large bronze bell by the back porch. He used it to summon guests from the
sweat lodge and the lake. It was too early for dinner. Dark Eagle wanted
them for something else. When they got to the cabin, they saw peyote chips
boiling in water on the kitchen stove, and four sets ceremonial
warrior-costume laid out for them by the fireplace: deerskin trousers,
tomahawk belts (complete with tomahawks), shirts, and vests, elaborate
necklaces with large turquoise pendants, elaborate headdresses with eagle-
and hawk-feathers, and beaded moccasins. "These are for you, for the peyote
ritual, but you must earn them," Dark Eagle said. "How?" the boys wondered.
Dark Eagle turned on a boom box. It played a lively tune with a
variety of string instruments, accompanied by the chant of a haunting male
voice. ""Syrtos haniotidos!" Dmitri exclaimed, and joined in the chant
while he demonstrated the basic steps of a Greek line-dance: three steps
forward slow-pause-two steps fast-pause-two steps fast-pause-three steps
back slow-pause-two steps back-pause-two steps back, repeated in the same
sequence.
Dark Eagle handed Dmitri the dvd-cover. "Do you know these dances?"
he asked. Dmitri read the Greek names on the label: Syrtos hanioditos,
kalamatianos, zorba, syrtos akrobatikos, syrtos eroticos.
"These dances are popular at Greek weddings and festivals," Dmitri
said. "Except for the third one, akrobatikos, which is trickier than the
others. The zorba can get lively, too, but it can be done with basic
steps." David learned something about his lover that he hadn't known, that
Dmitri was an acrobatic dancer, popular as the lead dancer at Greek
weddings in Peugeot Sound.
"We'll need a large handkerchief, preferably a red one, or a hand
towel will do," Dmitri said. Jimmy Brave Heart found a suitable hand towel
in the linen closet. Dressed in deerskin trousers, the boys spent the rest
of the afternoon learning dance-steps from Dmitri. He chose Tony Waabooz as
his 'second' and explained what this meant. During his acrobatic moves,
Tony and Dmitri would wrap their hands tightly around opposite ends of the
towel. Tony's job was to support Dmitri, to prevent him from falling, while
Jimmy and David continued the line dance.
By the end of the day, they had worked out a five-dance program. They
rehearsed all evening, dancing in full costume for the syrtos
handioditos. They removed their headdresses for the kalamatianos, and their
vests for the zorba. They removed their shirts for the akrobatikos. For the
syrtos eroticos, they would dance wearing only their turquoise necklaces
and moccasins. Dark Eagle approved: "Greek dance for an ecumenical
ritual," he said, "and why not? Manitou sent Dmitri to us for a
reason. It's our responsibility to discover the reason."
That night in the wigwam, Jimmy Brave Heart choreographed a ritual of
his own device. He tied Dmitri and David together: Dmitri's right write to
David's left; David's left ankle to Dmitri's right, so the two men would
move in tandem while he and Tony plundered their bodies, all in good fun,
but the purpose was to achieve erotic agony. After a warm-up replete with
mutual fellatio, Dmitri and David flipped front-side. Two naked butts, side
by side, arched for the visual and tactile gratification of Jimmy and
Tony. They started off slow, with gentle postillioning: finger-fucking the
captive butts-until Jimmy administered a loud, smacking swat to Dmitri's
butt, and Tony did the same to David. After a series of butt-swats, Jimmy
and Tony fed their cocks to their partners, and fingered their
buttholes. When the erotic spanking resumed and got harder, Dmitri and
David kissed and comforted each other. Jimmy and Tony worked their way into
a pattern, alternating between spanking and fondling, or spanking and cock-
feeding. The spanking got harder than Dmitri and David thought they could
bear; still, the redder their butts, the harder their cocks. Never once did
they tell their partners to take it easy. At intervals, Dmitri's butt was
swived by Jimmy's cock, and David's by Tony's. Jimmy reached over to
administer butt-swats to David. Tony crossed over to smack Dmitri's
butt. Quietly, they changed places. Jimmy drove his cock into David's hole,
while Tony fucked Dmitri. They changed places so often that Dmitri and
David lost track of their fuck-partners. "Now we're really brothers," Tony
said when Dmitri assumed that it was Jimmy fucking him.
Jimmy and Tony helped Dmitri and David to their feet. They steadied
themselves by holding onto supporting poles in the wigwam, and arched naked
butt while Tony fucked Dmitri and Jimmy fucked David. They changes places
again, and again. "It's breeding time on the Ojibwe reservation," Jimmy
announced.
"Oh yeah, give me your seed, Jimmy Brave Heart," Dmitri grunted while
Tony shot his jizz into Dmitri's tight butt. When Jimmy spooged sperm up
David's butt, David thought he was getting plowed and seeded by Tony.
They spent the rest of the night sleeping as couples. Jimmy Brave
Heart and Dmitri were perfectly mated as top and bottom, and Jimmy couldn't
believe his good luck. It was as if Apollo had descended from Mount Olympus
and granted him possession of his godlike body. Dmitri's superior strength
and his monstrous cock made their coupling all the more erotic. Dmitri gave
him everything, whatever he wanted.
The situation was different for David and Tony Waabooz: two tops in
one bed. David was willing to submit for the sake of the ritual, but his
natural inclination was to fuck ass, and so was Tony's. Tony responded to
the challenge by becoming more assertive. David gave way. Both men were
stimulated by the erotic excitement that comes when a top wills himself
into submission, but Tony knew that eventually he'd have to give up his
ass. Still, he made it through their first night in the wigwam with his
cherry still intact-if only because David's mind was concentrated on the
peyote ritual.
"I hope your exile in the Ojibwe nation is a long one," Jimmy Brave
Heart said as he drifted into sleep.
"Not to worry, Jimmy," Dmitri replied. "David and I have sent
applications to transfer to Bemidji State, so there will be plenty of
chances for us to do this again."
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