Please Note: I'm writing story parts for both 'Shaman Willow Bird' as well as
this series that happen to be taking place at the Moss-bowl Tribe. What you're
about to read occurred a year earlier than Willow Bird's lone visit with these
Mountain People.
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BIGHORN7.TXT "Big Horn's Path into the Mahyee-na"
A pre-Willow Bird story! (part 7) Copyright 2000-2002 by Vince Water
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* 3/2002 *
* "Big Horn's Path into the Mahyee-na" *
- part 7 -
Early the next morning, the party headed for the mountains across the
burning plains. Light-in-his-steps led in front with his packed gelding
followed by Coyote Thief and Big Horn leading their stallion. Morning-star
tugged on her mare's reins with her two boys riding. The final leg of their
journey was getting anxious but in silence.
They reached the foot of Mt. Moy by the afternoon. A short break was
taken to eat and for rest in the anticipation of the long climb ahead of them.
The twins ran around with obvious excitement. Their high-pitched voices echoed
from the sheer stone walls.
Coyote Thief noticed how Light-in-his-steps wouldn't look at him, almost
as if the man couldn't acknowledge what they've done together last night.
Getting fucked in the dark was only for sex. Light-in-his-steps had feared
seeding his wife while she was pregnant because it would get her with twins.
She had almost died during childbirth that last time. The needing man sought
relief in Coyote Thief's butt even though he was not Mahyee-na.
Coyote Thief understood why the man was acting as he was, to shun him.
Light-in-his-steps was probably feeling ashamed of himself. Their joining was
brief and now behind them. Coyote Thief doubted that anything would happen
between them again so he decided to keep the matter to himself. He wouldn't
even tell Big Horn about last night's event.
After lunch, Light-in-his-steps led the party around the tall mountain.
The towering walls were too sharply inclined to climb on foot. He was looking
for a way up. When Big Horn thought of asking to run on ahead to scout, their
leader pointed out a distant feature between the mountains with a shout.
Morning-star nodded her head. She knew what her husband had found and it
marked the beginning to their difficult climb up. Light-in-his-steps pressed
onwards. His band followed quickly with everyone trying to see what the
warrior had pointed to.
They came upon a large greenish stone. It was covered in moss; a finely
carved vessel of stone that resembled a pot. A small stream ran beside it.
"That is the path marking," explained Light-in-his-steps. "Our climb
begins here." His wife stepped behind the hollowed-out stone to point out its
significants.
"Each of you must find a pebble and drop it inside," Morning-star
explained. "Speak your intent to visit with my People in peace and our
mountain will grant you safe passage above."
Big Horn turned to Coyote Thief and gestured what was said. They fetched
pebbles from the ground and approached the stone pot with reverence. Each man
dropped their offering inside and spoke their pledge. Even Light-in-his-steps.
Since the twins had been born on the mountain, they didn't have to partake in
the rite. Morning-star busied herself with filling water skins from the stream.
Straps to the packed horses were checked and tightened where needed.
Morning-star herded her anxious boys. Light-in-his-steps led the others up
the steep winding trail. Their long climb ahead had begun.
Everyone had to walk. The rocky path took them high above the rolling
plains, often winding back upon itself. Not too steeply for a man on foot.
Pai-alucia became troubled though. He often snorted and rolled his eyes. It
was obvious that the stallion didn't like the growing heights.
Coyote Thief became concerned. He took an empty sack and tied it around
the stallion's head to cover his eyes. That caused the horse to become more
stubborn and unmoving. Only after much tugging on his reins and Big Horn's
sharp strikes to his butt did the stallion move forward again.
The path leveled out. Morning-star searched a particular wall of the
canyon and saw the painted scenes covering it. She glanced at the others. No
one else seemed to notice them. The drawings were ancient and bespoke of the
sins of her distance ancestors. Only when Father Sun was at the height of His
sky could the faint markings be viewed. And if one knew where to look for them.
Custom forbade her from revealing them to outsiders.
The woman smiled to herself. Not even her own husband knew about the
paintings though her two boys who were of the Moss-bowl tribe would be told
about them when they came of age.
She tugged on her horse when the trail turned and grew steep again. None
of the warriors suspected what they had passed. If anyone had seen, only then
could she reveal their meaning by repeating the story handed down from shaman
to shaman of her People. It was a source of shame for the Moss-bowl Tribe.
"Are we there yet?" asked Pony Ear.
"No. Be glad that we won't be climbing all the way to the top of this
mountain," Morning-star replied. Her stern face warned the boys to keep quiet.
Light-in-his-steps pressed onwards. He wanted to climb this mountain
quickly though he saw how it tolled on the others, especially his young sons.
Their complaints of sore legs and needing to drink water finally forced a stop.
Meat sticks were passed around followed by greedy gulps from the water skins.
It had been an arduous climb that left everyone feeling heated and sweaty.
Light-in-his-steps only allowed a short break. He knew that they had come half
way up the mountain but already, Father Sun was sinking behind the slope that
would soon bring darkness.
Big Horn felt sick to his stomach. His breaths were quick gasps that left
his body feeling weak as if he'd been in a long run. And his belly wound was
really hurting him. Pride prevented the brave from complaining though. He
tried keeping up the pace behind Coyote Thief but he found himself staggering.
He became exhausted. The last thing he saw before blacking out was a woman's
hand reaching out to catch him...
The young brave sputtered for breath. Water soaked his hair and face,
running down his chest. His eyesight cleared. Coyote Thief was kneeling before
him with much concern on his face. The others stood around him.
"The air grows thinner as we climb," explained Light-in-his-steps. "I
wasn't expecting it to affect you this soon, Big Horn but perhaps your injury
is more serious than I had thought."
Big Horn wouldn't look at the warrior. He allowed his lover to help him
back to his feet and he feigned a grin. It was wrong for a man to show
weakness. He accepted Coyote Thief's arm around him and together, they faced
the climb ahead in the fading sunlight.
"Are we nearly there?" asked Pony Tail. It was his turn to risk asking
that.
"Soon," answered Morning-star. "Your grandmother will be very happy to
see the both of you."
"Oh, she pinches hard!" whined Pony Ear.
"And she always kisses us," added Pony Tail.
Morning-star feigned anger. "We could turn around and climb back down if
you don't want to winter with my family!"
Nothing further was heard from the twins. They kept to themselves,
whispering boy concerns to each other. Their mother ignored it all. Their
father kept the pace that was getting difficult to keep up with. No more rest
breaks. They noticed the growing distress in Big Horn by the way he leaned for
support on his companion. Pony Ear giggled when he caught the enemy warrior
giving the brave a pat on his butt.
Full darkness came. The trail narrowed and became steeper but Light-in-
his-steps knew what that meant. He was anxious to reach camp. He kept himself
from driving their pace too hard and actually tried going slower. He had too,
because of the danger from someone accidentally falling off the cliff in the
dark. The warrior walked ahead with care. The Moss-bowl Tribe was only around
the next bend.
The strong scent of trees filled the air. It had grown noticeably cooler
and Big Horn thought that he could smell the smoke from campfires. Their
leader had eased the pace but it was no less difficult for the brave to keep
up. His lover's strong arm around him helped.
Shouts of joy were heard coming from above. A mad swirling of torch
light met them on the trail and Light-in-his-steps stopped. Men from the
Moss-bowl Tribe were come to greet them. Big Horn would have fallen from
exhaustion if not for Coyote Thief at his side. Oh, how his legs ached him!
"It is good to see all of you safely come to us," announced Frozen Finger.
"Sister. I didn't expect your arrival so soon. Ah. Are you well?" he asked.
"Yes. I suppose my husband had grown weary of my asking when we'd winter
on the mountain," answered Morning-star with a giggle. She noticed her
tribesmen's eyes on the two strangers. "This is Big Horn, nephew of the
Kalinlepi Chief and that is his companion, Coyote Thief."
Tension could be felt in the air. The brave was mostly ignored by the
Moss-bowl men since the five-feathered warrior at his side had caught their
attention. Coyote Thief raised his right hand in greeting. It was returned as
expected but no smiles or kind words were offered him. Morning-star whispered
something to her brother. Frozen Finger spoke to another man who rushed back
up to camp.
The final leg up the trail was taken by the band, accompanied by Frozen
Finger walking at his sister's side. Her two sleepy boys were held in his
arms. They talked merrily together. Two Moss-bowl guards took up the rear. Big
Horn was half-carried by his lover who tugged on his horse's reins with his
left hand. He kept himself from turning to look back at the armed men.
The path came to an even-level footing and marked their arrival in camp.
More Moss-bowl People greeted Light-in-his-steps' party. It was a joyous
reunion of the chief's daughter and her kin.
When a boy asked to take Coyote Thief's horse from him, Big Horn made an
urgent gesture for a certain bundle to be removed. The youth handed it over.
He clutched it to his chest as if it were a baby son. Coyote Thief was too
exhausted to voice his concern for his horse but realized that Pai-alucia was
likely being taken to the corral and would be tended to after his long climb.
Big Horn gasped for air. He was in much pain from his belly wound and it
took all of Coyote Thief's strength to half-carry his lover through camp. There
were so many new faces greeting them. When realizing that the five-feathered
warrior was not Kalinlepi (by his short hair, facial features and style of
breechclout) their smiles turned to tense frowns. Coyote Thief was expecting
that. When last he had visited with the Moss-bowl People, he was only a boy
and the Spear-bearing People were peaceful and in trade with all the other
tribes. That was not so now.
The crowd of curious on-lookers chased after Morning-star. Big Horn and
Coyote Thief were mostly ignored though the two guards from the trail kept
close to the pair.
A three-feathered warrior approached Coyote Thief with his right hand
raised to him in greeting. They looked each other over. Big Horn had his eyes
closed from the pain so he didn't notice the man.
Coyote Thief sized the warrior up. He bore two less eagle feathers than
himself but he looked strong. A worthy opponent if it came to a battle. The man
wore a painted shirt, breechclout and moccasins. His smile was genuine. That
put Coyote Thief at ease so he dropped down from the balls of his feet and
relaxed. Big Horn was held closer to him.
'I am called Shakes-like-the-ground,' the warrior gestured with his hands.
'Both of you are welcomed to spend the night in my lodge.'
"Yes. I thank you to that," answered Coyote Thief with words that could
be understood. He couldn't have gestured back, not without dropping Big Horn.
"Ah. You can speak our tongue?" asked Shakes-like-the-ground with a grin.
"A little." Coyote Thief's arms shook from holding his lover's full weight
against him.
"My lodge is this way." Shakes-like-the-ground offered to help with
carrying Big Horn and it was accepted. The brave was held between them as they
walked through camp.
Coyote Thief shivered from the bitter cold. Their long walk up the
mountain had brought a sweat to his body that chilled him now. He knew that
Big Horn was suffering worse. They both needed the warmth of a fire or risk
getting sick.
Big Horn moaned with pain. Yet he clutched the bundle close to his chest
and concentrated on not letting it go. His shaman had entrusted its care with
him, an important thing to be given to this tribe's shaman that had something
to do with Willow Bird. Shakes-like-the-ground noticed the brave's distress.
"Should our shaman see him?"
"Hmm? I to help him," answered Coyote Thief. Their pace quickened past
the many Moss-bowl lodges. He noticed their squarish shape. Unlike the buffalo
hide covered tipis of his People, this tribe used tree bark. He saw that fires
lit them from inside. A necessary thing to thwart the cold mountain air.
Shakes-like-the-ground stopped. He pushed aside the animal skin that
covered his lodge door and gestured for Coyote Thief to carry Big Horn inside.
To the warrior's relief, he saw that a fire was burning in its center. Their
host followed after. He unrolled a ground mat and the brave was laid over it
on his back.
Big Horn clutched his belly and moaned. Coyote Thief was troubled by the
brave's rush of breaths. He crouched over him, pressing his palm against his
lover's brow. It felt hot.
"No. Don't go!" shouted Big Horn.
"I here!" Coyote Thief answered. He felt Big Horn's arms coming around
him in a weak embrace. The warrior brought his face close to his lover's where
he whispered words of assurance. "Jeh-eb, Big Horn. Ahn teh-la jeh-eb to bate
en teh-la. Ah cru-et mass, teh-la grut!"
Big Horn's eyes opened. They were filled with tears that obscured the face
above him but he knew who it was. He lifted his head from the mat. Kissed
Coyote Thief while his arms tightened around him.
It was a long sweet kiss. Big Horn gasped for breath so Coyote Thief
pulled away. He made a shy glance in Shakes-like-the-ground's direction. Their
host was kneeling before the fire, his eyes averted from them.
When Coyote Thief looked down at his brave, he found him fast asleep.
His eyes roamed from Big Horn's tense face down his chest to the raw wound on
his belly. From a pouch at his side, the warrior removed his medicine bundle.
Some dried herbs were crushed in his big hand. This he applied to his lover's
wound, pressing his palm against it.
Guilt filled Coyote Thief. This hurt to his lover had come from his hand
when they'd fought in the woods. Not a deep penetration from his knife. It
wounded Big Horn enough to allow evil spirits to enflame the skin. Their climb
up this mountain and the thin air only made things worse. The warrior hung his
head with shame. He remained crouched over Big Horn to keep hold of the injury
with his palm, willing his very strength to flow into him. He made a silent
plea unto Wah-Conda to help this ailing brave.
The burning wood popped and hissed. Its warmth spread throughout the
lodge. Shakes-like-the-ground went to his ground mat though he wasn't ready to
sleep. His eyes often roamed to the two men. What he'd been told about them
was true. Frozen Finger had sent his friend, Circled Eyes to his lodge in a
rush to ask if he'd put them up for the night. He was told that they were a
couple. That's why he was asked this favor because it was known that he shared
their spirit.
When his eyes wandered to their sleeping mat, Coyote Thief turned to peer
back at him. His hands kept hold of Big Horn's belly wound. A play of emotion
was seen on that enemy warrior's face. Shake-like-the-ground nodded with
understanding and was given a guarded nod in reply by the warrior. He dropped
his eyes to the glowing embers and sighed.
Shakes-like-the-ground saw their obvious love for one another and that
made his heart ache. The warrior wondered how that felt, to love another man
as an equal. His People frowned on that kind of relationship. It had him
spending the nights alone in his lodge without a companion to keep him warm.
In his youth, he embraced boyhood friends for a needed release from their
growing bodies. As a warrior, he learned how to make love from a cross-dresser
from the Snow Drinkers Tribe who had stayed with him last summer. Nothing had
developed between them to bind themselves as a couple since the man didn't
feel anything strong in his heart. A soft-spirited man wearing a squaw's dress
was too strange.
Big Horn and Coyote Thief were a couple while remaining men. Shakes-like-
the-ground envied that relationship, their freedom to be true to who they were.
He glanced back at them from time to time with much curiosity and longing.
Would they be willing to have him as a traveling companion when returning to
their tribe where he might find a male lover of his own?
Coyote Thief felt their host's eyes on them. He suspected that Shakes-
like-the-ground was Mahyee-na but his concern for Big Horn kept him from
testing the warrior. He kept his hands pressed over his lover's belly wound.
The herbs needed to be released to work their healing and he continued to will
his strength down into the brave. That was something he'd seen done by his
tribe's shaman to aid the sick.
When utter exhaustion threatened to put Coyote Thief to sleep, he slowly
fell onto his left side, gently turning Big Horn onto his side so that he
could be held close in his arms. He didn't notice the blanket their host laid
over them during the night.
Early the next morning, Coyote Thief awakened with a familiar pain from
his bladder. He noticed the heavy buffalo hide covering him. Where was he?
There was someone laying next to him. Snoring. The warrior turned to his lover
and gazed upon his peaceful face. Love surged in his heart for Big Horn. He
turned his head to look for their host.
Shakes-like-the-ground was asleep over his ground mat close to the fire.
No blanket covered him. Coyote Thief was grateful to their host for having
given it to them. He slowly slipped from under it to not disturb Big Horn from
his sleep. He stood up. A slow walk was made towards the lodge door. He
stepped out.
It was cold outside. Morning's white glow could be seen that came from
the low clouds. It was very strange. On the plains, they remained high in the
sky, beyond reach. Not so on this mountain. Coyote Thief had only to jump up
to catch a cloud!
The warrior was startled when a man joined him outside the lodge. It was
Shakes-like-the-ground. He was given a morning's greeting.
'I see the wonder in your eyes,' signed the Moss-bowl warrior.
'Yes. Your mountain home is half way between our Mother and the sky. The
clouds are so close.'
Shakes-like-the-ground laughed. 'You should be here during winter. The
fog rushing past our lodges sometimes threatens to blow them over the ledge.'
'That is so? How do your People endure such bitter cold?' Coyote Thief
wrapped his arms around himself to keep warm.
'We are used to it. The summers are very nice up here. Our mountain
protects us from the Plains Tribes below.' Shakes-like-the-ground realized
what he'd just said.
'I am looking for a place to relieve myself,' gestured Coyote Thief.
With a simple finger point, Shakes-like-the-ground indicated where he
should go. Coyote Thief headed for the edge of camp. Towards some trees. He
noticed that the warrior was following behind him.
Coyote Thief kept shivering. He envied Shakes-like-the-ground's long-
sleeved shirt that was keeping his arms and chest warm. Its thongs went untied
along the middle. The man's nipples could just be seen. If it were colder, the
split shirt could be fastened closed against the wind.
He was glad to be wearing moccasins. The Moss-bowl People also wore them
to protect their feet from the cold but Big Horn went without. He would have
to find his lover foot wear and some warm shirts for them both during their
visit here.
The forest came into view. Coyote Thief marveled to see this stand of
trees because he didn't think there was room on this mountain's plateau to
harbor one. Last night, he'd passed the many lodges of the Moss-bowl People
that he estimated at more than ten hands of fingers.
Shakes-like-the-ground stopped near a tree. He pulled out his cock from
the side of his breechclout and proceeded to piss. Coyote Thief wasn't shy. He
eagerly joined his companion. Their two yellow streams made a puddle between
the tree roots. It steamed into the cold air.
It became an anxious moment when Shakes-like-the-ground continued to hold
his cock after he was relieved. Coyote Thief noticed curious eyes on his so he
tucked it back within his breechclout. Its other use was only for Big Horn.
When the Moss-bowl warrior shifted his gaze to Coyote Thief's backside,
an exciting tremor went through him. That was a part of his body that could be
offered if this man was in need. He wanted to find out.
Coyote Thief made a suggestive rub over his left butt cheek. He saw the
man's eyes shine. Utter lust blared from his face for him. With a knowing grin,
Coyote Thief turned to face the tree they had pissed to. He pulled away the
rear part of his breechclout to bare himself back there. The hungry man was
quick to grab his ass.
With a trembling breath, Shakes-like-the-ground fondled the enemy
warrior's cheeks. They felt soft against his fingers though powerful muscles
rippled beneath. Coyote Thief clutched the tree and bent over slightly. His
butt tensed for a moment. His was a proud display of manly strength. Deep
within was his squaw entrance. Shakes-like-the-ground had seen this warrior's
five proud head feathers. A man stronger than himself who appeared willing to
get his butt raped.
Shakes-like-the-ground quickly untied the knot to his breechclout. It
fell at their feet, joining Coyote Thief's on the ground. At least the end of
it. The front of his breechclout was still in place to cover his cock but that
didn't interest Shakes-like-the-ground. His cock was very stiff in anticipation
of sticking into this man's butt.
Coyote Thief spat to his hand. He brought it down to slip between his
cheeks and stuck fingers in his hole to make it slippery for use. There should
be no doubt in his companion that he wanted to get himself fucked. He reached
out for the tree. Clutched it while arching his back to stick his butt out. A
strong hand touched him there.
Coyote Thief felt very excited that he was about to be taken like a squaw.
That was not a humiliating thing for him. His five eagle feathers proved his
worth in battle and he had acted as a man when laying over Big Horn's back. His
spirit was Mahyee-na. It was his sacred obligation to give himself to needing
men like Shakes-like-the-ground.
The Spear-bearing warrior prepared himself. He felt his companion slipping
his cock between his cheeks and its oozing knob found his hole. A painful stab!
Coyote Thief gulped in a breath and held it. His hands tightened around the
slim pine. The man's groin hair tickled against his cheeks when their bodies
came fully together, chest to back and cock in asshole. Shakes-like-the-ground
didn't have a very thick dick but it reached deep through his hole. Already
slipping in and out with an exciting savage motion. This man was in great need.
Shakes-like-the-ground gripped the enemy warrior's hips. He stabbed him
swift and hard as if they were doing battle. His heated breaths blew against
Coyote Thief's eagle feathers, proving that this was a strong warrior that he
was fucking. What a nice tight hole!
When Coyote Thief became used to the thrusts, he reached his left hand
back to feel over his companion's ass. Its cheeks were flexing with manly
power. He also felt that deep in his butt: pound, Pound, POUND! The man's legs
shook. Rushed breaths were heard coming from his companion that warmed his
neck. Sometimes their upper bodies slammed together. It pleased Coyote Thief
that his body was satisfying another warrior. He eagerly awaited the exciting
ending part that would leave him with a filled butt.
Shakes-like-the-ground wondered why Coyote Thief was being unfaithful to
Big Horn. Shouldn't his butt only be given to his lover? His aching cock kept
him from questioning his companion about it so he drove himself towards
completion that would satisfy his lust and prove his manhood.
Fog swirled through the trees just above their heads. They were performing
this act within the forest that prevented anyone from spying on it. The lodge
would have been warming but Coyote Thief didn't want his lover to see them
since he was new to the ways of the Mahyee-na and would likely have arose
feelings of jealousy in him. He truly loved Big Horn! This Moss-bowl warrior
was only taking his body; not his heart.
A squishing sound came from the warrior's wild cock sticking his butt
again and again. Coyote Thief felt it becoming very stiff. He knew to tighten
his anal muscles when the man withdrew, heightening both their male pleasure.
Shakes-like-the-ground's deeper stabs thrilled that squaw place in his butt
that was so intense it almost felt like pain. His own cock ached for release.
Too soon, Shakes-like-the-ground reached climax. His loins exploded with
sharp thrills for him. He wasn't able to prolong his male pleasure. Too much
need in him to be released. His low throaty growl announced what he'd
accomplished: the rape of a man stronger than himself. Coyote Thief had allowed
that to be done to him. He felt the enemy warrior's hand pulling over his
cheeks (as if begging for more stabs) and between their legs, his balls were
also clutched. He was feeling the afterglow of male relief. Their heated bodies
slowed but remained tightly connected.
Coyote Thief grinned. He kept the spent man against him with one hand over
his tense butt while fingering the man's sticky balls. Deep inside was his
throbbing cock, leaking cum into his asshole. A sense of completion was given
him that was similar to what a squaw felt after receiving her husband's seed.
He was glad to have satisfied this warrior's lust but he had hope it could have
lasted for a while longer.
Shakes-like-the-ground rested over his companion's back. Breaths raced
through his mouth. He also didn't want their mating embrace to end yet. His
hands lifted from Coyote Thief's hips and locked around the man's chest. They
shared warmth in the woods. Their bodies were joined as closely as two men
could be.
It was a special moment for them both. They had mated. Sperm flowed from
one strong man to the other and connected them in Mahyee-na. Nothing for their
hearts though. Their spirits shared in their lusty joining but no new spirit
would be born from it because they were both men.
The act of trying had been thrilling though. Coyote Thief wondered if his
companion was up to the challenge of continuing their sexual battle. He pulled
back his right hand from between his legs (that were clutching the man's balls)
so that he could join his other hand over the man's sweaty ass. He made strong
suggestive pulls there to force Shakes-like-the-ground's cock to stab him.
"To more?" he begged.
Shakes-like-the-ground chuckled. He still felt strong enough to fuck so
he began stabbing his cock again through the enemy warrior's slimy hole. His
thrills were slow to build up though.
Little did they know that their second mating was being watched. A boy of
eleven had come upon them while gathering sticks for his mother's fire. He was
hiding behind a tree. At first, it seemed that Shakes-like-the-ground was
attacking that enemy warrior. Then he noticed they were naked. Rubbing their
bodies together like he'd seen his father do over his mother at night. It was
strange that two men could also do that, thought Mist-in-his-eyes.
The youth's eyes widened when he saw Coyote Thief's hands pulling over
Shakes-like-the-ground's butt. No doubt that this wasn't rape; he wanted it!
He knew that a man's long cock sought a woman's opening to stick into. A man
had that same place in back. That's why the warriors weren't facing each other.
They were having sex standing up, front to back to join their bodies in mating.
Coyote Thief arched his back. He backed onto Shakes-like-the-ground's
cock in time to that man's forward stabs. They were becoming violent. From
experience, he knew that a second cumming could be the sweetest. His companion
was proving himself Mahyee-na and in much need. Weren't there other men in
this tribe who could satisfy him?
Shakes-like-the-ground lifted his hands to the enemy warrior's shoulders.
He gripped them while bucking into that hot tight ass. Coyote Thief was doing
things with his butt that enhanced his building thrills. A tightening around
his cock when it withdrew. Such a lusty sensation! He knew that his loins
would spill again into this willing man.
The boy noticed his own excitement. Mist-in-his-eyes reached under his
front flap to handle his erection. Pulls over his foreskin made it feel real
good. Watching their rutting added to his thrills. He'd never considered that
two men would want to mate together. Were they acting naughty and was the
reason they were doing it in the woods?
Coyote Thief happened to glance to his left and saw the youth. He was
going to warn Shakes-like-the-ground but noticed that the boy was beating off.
That assured the warrior that no one would hear anything bad from this youth
since the telling would also shame him. They were performing secret male rites.
That unspoken agreement kept girls from learning about it.
As much as Coyote Thief wanted to watch the boy's performance, he turned
to face the tree. Otherwise, the youth might notice his attention and get
spooked away. Shakes-like-the-ground was grunting. His cock had stiffened so
much that it made his butt ache. The man's deeper stabs touched upon his squaw
spot and that made his own cock surge. He dared not reach down to handle
himself or risk shooting it off.
Shakes-like-the-ground felt his nearing explosion. His hands turned to
grip Coyote Thief's under arms. He lifted the enemy warrior off his feet.
Drove his tingling cock really deep though the man's asshole, swift spear
strikes that resulted in getting him to cum. Ah! His thrills were tremendous.
Not long lasting as before but it drained the remaining sperm from his balls.
He dropped Coyote Thief back to the ground and clung to his back while
catching his breath.
Coyote Thief was amazed by this warrior's strength. Those ending stabs
from him while he was held in the air had really hurt. Shakes-like-the-ground
had shot another load in his butt. He was relieved to have both feet back on
the ground.
Mist-in-his-eyes had heard the warrior's low moan. It was similar to his
father's at night when his body slowed over his mother. Shakes-like-the-ground
kept that enemy warrior in his arms afterwards. He wished that he could watch
them close up, see that man's cock slipping out the other man's asshole but
the boy was too shy. He also didn't want to get caught.
Coyote Thief laughed when he thought about something humorous. He asked,
"To again?" The weary man gently pushed on his back in reply.
Shakes-like-the-ground watched his cock pulling out from that brown butt,
dripping with satisfaction. Their bodies had separated. He glanced down at his
cock and saw a butt stain over it. Pride filled him to see proof of his manly
performance. He had done a man stronger than himself. Not once, but twice!
Coyote Thief turned to his companion with a sly grin. He held his aching
backside with his left hand and saw his gaze returned. Male relief was clearly
seen on Shakes-like-the-ground's face. The warrior reached down for his fallen
breechclout. Coyote Thief pulled on his own long cloth and secured it over his
thong belt in back to cover his fucked butt.
The men turned to each other. Coyote Thief raised his hands for gesturing.
'You did me well. Like the stallion who doesn't have access to the mares. Tell
me, are there no other men in your tribe who...'
Shakes-like-the-ground lowered his eyes in shame. Yet his hands lifted to
shape answering words. 'No men.' He recalled that cross-dresser from the Snow
Drinkers Tribe who'd shared his lodge last summer but he was a soft-spirited
man, more like a woman who wasn't as satisfying as taking Coyote Thief.
'How about a willing youth?' gestured Coyote Thief.
Shakes-like-the-ground was shocked. 'A boy?!'
Coyote Thief nodded. 'In my tribe when a man doesn't have the comfort of a
squaw, a boy would allow his lust to be spent in him. A good thing for them
both. In return, the boy is filled with manly strength to aid his development.
No shame in that.'
Shakes-like-the-ground couldn't accept that. He was a good person who
wouldn't consider raping a boy but he was aware of that darker part to himself.
His roving eyes sometimes caught on boy butts exposed by flying rear flaps when
they were at play or when he spied on naked youths swimming in Spirit Lake. He
had buried his feelings of lust for them. They were too young.
Coyote Thief dropped his hands to his sides. The disgust that he saw in
this warrior's face was similar to what he'd seen in Big Horn when discussing
sex with boys. He didn't share their strict attitude. In his youth, warrior/
shaman Snarling Bear had initiated him in his lodge that resulted in him
having a filled butt. Painful at the time yet his body grew into manhood as a
result. There must be boys in this tribe who might...
Coyote Thief looked past Shakes-like-the-ground to where he'd seen that
youth spying on them earlier. No sign of the boy. He must have ran off or
perhaps he was still watching them from behind a tree. Hmm. No way to know if
that boy would be willing to get his butt fucked by a needing warrior but just
as likely, he was only curious about how two men did that. He decided not to
mention anything to his troubled companion about them having been spied on.
Shakes-like-the-ground made sure that his breechclout was securely tied
to his waist before turning from Coyote Thief. He pointed back at camp. His
companion followed close behind, in silence.
Coyote Thief felt the silky sensation with each step from having his butt
filled with sperm. It also ached but that was a good feeling and he was given
a sense of completion that his body had fulfilled the lusty needs of another
man. His cock remained painfully hard though.
Mist-in-his-eyes watched the men go. He counted to ten heartbeats before
rushing to where they had stood before the pine. The boy examined the ground.
Only their moccasin prints could be found. No manly seed but he did see where
the men had urinated. He reached down for a handful of wet dirt and rubbed his
balls with it. A cool, gritty sensation. The youth hoped that would empower
his loins with their strength. More dirt was rubbed over his butt to ritually
join what those two men had done together. The boy gasped with excitement.
He recalled what that enemy warrior had gestured to Shakes-like-the-ground.
There were willing boys from the Spear-bearing Tribe who'd let men fuck them?
Mist-in-his-eyes dropped his hand from his butt. No one would stick in his! The
boy closed his eyes to bring back lusty images of what he'd seen. How that
enemy warrior was taken by his tribesman. Now, that was something he'd be
willing to try! A sharp hiss of anticipation escaped the boy's mouth. He pulled
away his breechclout. Naked, the youth faced the tree and imagined what it
would be like to have been in Shakes-like-the-ground's moccasins, sticking his
little spear into that enemy warrior!
No, the boy realized. He was too short to mount that man's butt unless...
Mist-in-his-eyes lifted his arms. He turned his palms inwards, little fingers
curling in a grip of the warrior's shoulders. It was only empty air before him
but the youth imagined that it was that five-feathered warrior he was standing
behind. To align their mismatched bodies, the boy pulled on the man's shoulders
to lift himself. His long dick aimed between the warrior's cheeks. Stuck deep
inside! His smaller body clung to the man's back while he fucked him good.
Watching Shakes-like-the-ground's performance had shown him how.
The boy's left hand lowered to himself so that he could beat off. With
eyes closed, his imagination soared. He stabbed into that enemy warrior's ass
again and again. The sharp thrills from his dick felt nice. He would soon get
his balls to explode.
When the boy's right arm ached with fatigue, he lowered it and grasped
his butt. He imagined that it was that enemy warrior's hand pulling over his
backside, coaxing his savage thrusts. His cheeks flexed in manly motion. Soft
to the touch but his muscles bulged each time he stabbed into the man.
It was only his hand that he stabbed through but Mist-in-his-eyes was a
good pretender. He could almost feel the warmth of their bodies pressed
together, that warrior's grunts of pain from getting his butt fucked. A giggle
escaped the boy's mouth. He gasped for breath and held it. The sweet thrills
down there became intense. A powerful squirt! He opened his eyes to watch his
male release to the dirt. Watery cum dripped from his dick so he shook it dry
before retracting his brown knob back into its foreskin with a forward pull.
The youth breathed in deeply with much relief.
The boy slapped over his butt. He quickly looked around to see if anyone
had heard. No one. It surprised him how excited it felt to be fondling his
cheeks. He'd known about thrilling his dick when he was a very little but
touching himself back there was a new experience.
Mist-in-his-eyes wondered if it would feel good to take stabs in his butt.
That enemy warrior had obviously enjoyed it. He even got his filled with sperm!
The boy reached fingers around his right butt cheek and touched his hole. An
exciting tremor went through him. He wouldn't dare sticking one in because he
was dirty. Did Shakes-like-the-ground's cock have a butt stain on it from
fucking, he wondered?
The boy donned his breechclout. He turned away from the tree and raced
back to where he'd dropped his tied bundle of sticks. Wearily, the youth
searched for more wood that his mother had tasked him to fetch. He often
thought about those two men, their powerful bodies joining in sex and how he'd
try finding a way of turning his fantasies into something real one day.
When the warriors neared the lodge, Shakes-like-the-ground turned to his
companion with his hands raised for gesturing. He looked around to see if
anyone was watching. 'You go in first. See if Big Horn is sleeping and I'll
enter afterwards.'
Coyote Thief was puzzled by the warrior's request until seeing the guilt
on his face. Ah. Shakes-like-the-ground feared that his lover would be mad at
them for fucking in the woods. 'You should not be concerned. We who man/love
can give of ourselves to others. I am bonded to Big Horn only by my cock.'
Shakes-like-the-ground glanced down at the front of Coyote Thief's
breechclout. He saw its male bulge, recalling that it had been kept covered
while they fucked. The warrior nodded his understanding. Yet he gestured for
his companion to enter his lodge before him.
Coyote Thief smiled. He turned for the door and slipped through it as a
voice was heard behind him. Shakes-like-the-ground was being given a morning's
greeting by someone. That led to conversation that he couldn't follow.
Coyote Thief passed the smoldering embers that centered the lodge and went
to where his lover slept. Big Horn was only partially covered by the buffalo
hide so he could see his face, right shoulder and leg. He slipped inside to
join the brave.
Big Horn woke up. He smiled at Coyote Thief and noticed that the warrior
had a hard dick when his left hand brushed against his lover's breechclout
when settling in beside him.
"To good?" Coyote Thief asked.
Big Horn took a moment to consider the man's words before answering him.
"Yes. I am feeling better this morning. Ah. Where did you go with Shakes-like-
the-ground?" The warrior's eyes found his and glared back.
Coyote Thief decided to tell him everything. "He in man's need." The
warrior's face grimaced in feigned pain when he slapped over his butt. Big Horn
smiled. The warrior laughed with relief.
"I am too," breathed Big Horn. He quickly looked around. Their host was
not to be found so he fumbled for the knot in Coyote Thief's thong belt and
slipped it open. The brave pulled his breechclout away and turned onto his
back, arms raised to take his warrior in an embrace.
The warrior tossed his flaps to the ground and kneeled over Big Horn. The
heavy buffalo hide fell to their left, exposing their naked bodies. He looked
down. His cock was very hard, pressed against the brave's stomach. Against his
butt was Big Horn's cock that was getting hard. He decided on another way to
make love instead of a simply embrace.
"Jeh-eb, Contha-gwa!" whispered Big Horn. He spoke the Spear-bearing name
for his lover only when they were alone. And when they were about to have sex.
He reached for Coyote Thief's butt cheeks and opened them around his cock that
was sticking upwards.
Coyote Thief's face burned from mixed emotions: excitement from what his
lover wanted to do with him but too, a little guilty for already having been
with Shakes-like-the-ground in the woods. Would Big Horn notice that his butt
was full of cum?
The brave lifted his butt from the ground mat to stick his cock into the
warrior's asshole. It slipped inside. His knob pushed through the man's slimy
heat that swallowed his shaft down to his groin hair. Big Horn's breaths
trembled with excitement. He was ready to fuck his lover.
Coyote Thief sat down heavily over his lover's groin. He felt the hard
cock in him already making stabs though his slippery hole. It thrilled the man
that his butt was going to get filled with more sperm. The better to come from
his lover than a stranger. Shakes-like-the-ground was only a sex partner. He
was with Big Horn now and how his heart burst to be making love to him!
With each spear thrust, the warrior parried by tightening his sphincter
muscles. Big Horn groaned when feeling his cock getting squeezed. When he
withdrew, Coyote Thief rose over his knees to lift his butt almost to the
point of getting it freed. Then he dropped down heavily over the brave's groin.
His lover's cock stabbed him deep and hard. If not for Shakes-like-the-ground's
cum in him, getting penetrated in this savage way would have been too painful.
Big Horn drove himself fast and furious through his lover's ass. He felt
Coyote Thief's folded legs surging against his sides in rhythm to fucking him.
The man's toes dug into their ground mat. Big hands pressed down on his chest
to support his body in motion above him. His cock made a loud squishy sound.
The brave turned to the door. He heard voices just outside that assured him
they're love making would go unnoticed.
Sharp thrills filled Big Horn's cock. He felt how slippery his stabs were
in Coyote Thief's butt and realized how Shakes-like-the-ground had satisfied
his man's need with his lover. That was still hard to accept, his warrior
giving himself to other men in Mahyee-na. He felt that their male bonding rite
should keep themselves only to each other.
Coyote Thief bounced over his lover's groin in the joy of male sexual
expression. Getting his butt penetrated was a thrilling thing, similar to what
Shakes-like-the-ground had done to him (twice!) in the woods but doing this
with Big Horn made his heart swell. Their sex act was much more than pleasure.
It affirmed their growing love for one another.
Big Horn tried keeping hold of the warrior's sweaty ass. His hands often
slipped from Coyote Thief's wild humping that matched the motion from his angry
cock plowing into him. What an intense sensation! It would make him cum soon.
Coyote Thief felt his cock surging when his lover's deeper stabs touched
upon his squaw spot. It was almost a pain. Especially since he'd denied himself
from release when getting fucked by that Moss-bowl warrior. When Big Horn was
finished, he'd be seeking relief in his arms afterwards.
The two men were so involved with each other that they didn't notice that
they were being watched. Shakes-like-the-ground stood just within the lodge. He
saw what they were doing and couldn't tear his eyes away. His feet were rooted
to the ground, unable to turn for the door and he feared discovery if he were
to crouch before his fire.
Big Horn peered up at Coyote Thief. He saw the tension on his lover's face
that mirrored how he was feeling. The brave wanted to kiss him. He rushed his
cock by holding deep breaths. His belly trembled from holding them inside and
that got him to explode.
Coyote Thief heard his lover's outcry and felt his stiff cock surging deep
in his butt, filling him again and again. What a tremendous joy! He slowed his
humping and relaxed his surging legs to sit fully over the brave. Big Horn's
eyes fluttered from climax. Only for a few heartbeats. The warrior saw male
relief on his lover's face afterwards.
Big Horn relished his intense thrills but they didn't last long. His cock
ended their spurts in his lover. Their heated bodies slowed. Now was the moment
for that kiss! His lips stuck out in a gesture for the warrior to reach them
with his own. Coyote Thief answered his plea by arching his back forward. His
head lowered down. That caused the man's butt to lift and it became freed of
Big Horn's cock with a splash of cum out of his hole.
They kissed. Sweetly, until it grew into a savage passion with their
tongues swirling in each other's mouths, wet lips on lips sucking and seeking
more. Coyote Thief dropped over Big Horn's body. His aching cock rubbed over
his lover's that needed to come out. The brave held his frantic body close.
They kissed, breaths blowing through their noses like two rutting buffalo
bulls.
Big Horn reached for his lover's ass. He felt Coyote Thief's motion there
with his muscled cheeks flexing under his palms, driving the front part of his
body against him. Their slippery cocks rubbed. His had been satisfied so he
held the warrior tightly in his arms until he was finished. They continued to
kiss. He peered into his lover's dark eyes and saw intense passion in them.
That enflamed the brave to stab back and try shooting his cock off again.
Coyote Thief felt the brave's answering thrusts. Their cocks slid together
wetly, easily because of all the cum that had escaped from his asshole. Thrills
built up in his loins. He held a deep breath. With Big Horn's kisses, he was
able to reach climax that shook his body with an intense satisfying explosion.
Big Horn heard his lover's throaty groan. His savage stabs were given to
the man in his arms and he managed to join Coyote Thief in cumming. It was
wonderful. Their kissing ended when they both had to take urgent breaths.
Shakes-like-the-ground watched it all. He was crouched low to the ground
by the door. Under his front flap, he'd been pulling over his cock for thrills
as he watched the two lovers. His heart ached him that he didn't have someone
for himself. A true man who hunted, displayed eagle feathers in his hair and
wore a breechclout instead of a woman's dress.
Big Horn gave his lover a sweet kiss to the side of his face. His mouth
gasped for breaths. Coyote Thief's was also breathing heavily. He clutched the
warrior's sweaty ass that no longer flexed with manly power. Strange that this
part of the man could perform like both sexes, he thought. His butt could take
stabs like a squaw's opening yet hump under his hands to drive the male
expression of his body in front. Coyote Thief was Mahyee-na. That explained
how he could do it.
A voice was heard calling from outside the lodge. The two lovers turned
their heads in alarm. That's when they saw Shakes-like-the-ground watching
them. In a rush, they pulled the buffalo hide over their bodies to cover
themselves from sight. The Moss-bowl warrior spun on his toes. He stood up
and quickly slipped out the door.
Big Horn clutched the warrior over him and giggled in his ear. Coyote Thief
tried shooing him to keep quiet but to no avail. He kissed the brave. Their
wet bodies grew very warm under the heavy buffalo hide and their noses filled
with the sweetness from having made love.
Shakes-like-the-ground returned inside his lodge. He went to the fire pit.
Some wood was tossed over the glowing embers and from a pouch, he withdrew some
sticks of smoked meat and began chewing down on one of them. His eyes went to
the two lovers. They had covered themselves with the blanket though he could
still hear them kissing.
When the warrior was finished eating his stick of jerky, he cleared his
throat and spoke. "Ah, Big Horn. A messenger from my chief has come to ask
that you and Coyote Thief meet with him this morning."
Big Horn peeked his head out from the buffalo hide. He nodded in response
to Shakes-like-the-ground.
"Come eat something first." Shakes-like-the-ground heard the lovers
whispering. Their blanket was pushed aside and out they came, their bodies
bearing obvious signs of having made love together. Big Horn searched the
ground for something. Coyote Thief stood strong and proud before his eyes.
Naked. He was waiting for the brave to find their breechclouts.
"Ah. Come dry yourselves at my fire and eat," Shakes-like-the-ground asked.
Big Horn was clutching two sets of flaps and long belt thongs. He paused from
handing Coyote Thief his breechclout to consider the matter.
A hand gesture was given Coyote Thief who nodded in reply. The two men
approached the fire pit. Shakes-like-the-ground handed them sticks of jerky to
eat while keeping his eyes averted from the lower parts of their bodies.
"Thank you," said Big Horn. "You said that the chief wants to see us this
morning?"
"Yes. His son, Frozen Finger just told me so."
Big Horn chewed down on his stick. He was on his knees before the growing
fire while his cock became limp over his balls. There was cum over his belly.
Coyote Thief's, too. It was difficult to eat with their host while trying to
ignore the obvious.
Shakes-like-the-ground noticed Big Horn's discomfort. No angry eyes on
him. He glanced at Coyote Thief who wore a guarded expression on his face.
Had he told Big Horn about what they'd done in the woods, he wondered?
Big Horn finished his breakfast. He peered down at himself and a few
sniffs proved that the fire's warmth wouldn't erase the signs of love making.
"I think me and Coyote Thief should clean up in a stream before we meet with
your chief."
"Frozen Finger said that the chief was waiting for your arrival," answered
Shakes-like-the-ground. "Ah. I can give you a cloth and some water..." Without
waiting for a reply, he went to a corner of his lodge and gathered up a pot
filled with water and a clean scrap of hide. He set those things down at the
men's feet.
Big Horn didn't need to gesture anything to his lover. Coyote Thief lifted
the pot and poured water over the cloth, wiping the brave's belly and thighs
clean. More water was poured out. He tended to himself while giving special
attention to the rear part of his body. The dripping cloth hung down from his
hand. He searched the rafters for a place to hang it. Shakes-like-the-ground
took it from him instead and folded it several times. He clutched it. Big Horn
stared back at him looking very embarrassed.
The two naked men stood up and spread their arms and legs close to the
fire. Coyote Thief slowly turned. That drew Shakes-like-the-ground's eyes which
fell to his muscular cheeks, reminding him of the pleasure he'd taken by
stabbing into his butt earlier. Big Horn saw that. He felt a pang of jealousy.
He turned his back on their host to warm his backside and to hide the strong
feelings showing on his face.
A hand clutched his. Big Horn turned to his lover with shy eyes but he
was heartened by what Coyote Thief had done. His hand was squeezed. Feelings
of love drove away his ill feelings about their host. The brave stepped
sideways until he was standing back to back with Coyote Thief. He rubbed butts
with him while glaring at Shakes-like-the-ground.
"Do you see what we're doing?" asked Big Horn. Shakes-like-the-ground only
stared without answering him. "This rite announces that we are Mahyee-na so we
can give this part of ourselves to other men!"
Coyote Thief heard his lover's strong words. He turned to Big Horn and
saw his right hand lifting in a gesture to him that everything was alright.
Turning back to face Shakes-like-the-ground, Big Horn said: "I know what
you did with him this morning. I admit my bad feelings about it but they are
unworthy since... Ah. I'm only newly initiated in his People's ways of male
sex rites. You can take his butt whenever you're in need and I'll let you take
mine too. Don't try to take his heart!"
Shakes-like-the-ground lowered his eyes.
Big Horn knew that he'd said too much but they were true words coming from
his heart that bespoke his fear. Coyote Thief glared hard at him. He dropped
his eyes to his feet in shame.
Coyote Thief glanced at their host for a moment before reaching down for
their breechclouts. In the awkward silence, he dressed Big Horn. His body was
also covered with deerskin flaps.
Shakes-like-the-ground got to his feet. He gestured that they should
follow him outside.
"My bundle!" exclaimed Big Horn. He raced to their ground mat and found
it. He then ran to the door and slipped out to join the men waiting for him.
Coyote Thief saw what his lover clutched but he didn't say anything.
Shakes-like-the-ground walked ahead. They followed him past the many lodges of
the Moss-bowl Tribe on their way to the chief.
Big Horn glanced at his lover from time to time. Coyote Thief revealed no
emotion on his face. That angered him for some reason but during their walk,
Big Horn realized that he was actually mad at himself, how badly he'd acted in
the lodge towards their host.
Morning greetings were given them whenever they passed Moss-bowl men.
Coyote Thief smiled and returned those gestures along with Shakes-like-the-
ground. Big Horn could only bring himself to nodding his head and he feigned a
grin. He clutched the bundle to his chest, reminding him that he needed to
meet with Deep-roots-that-whisper.
No sooner when Big Horn thought that, an old man stood in their path.
Shakes-like-the-ground stopped to speak with him. Coyote Thief was given a few
hand gestures that welcomed him to their tribe and he was asked about his
People. Big Horn mostly ignored it all so deep was he in thought. He was
startled from them when learning that this old man was the tribe's shaman.
"You are Deep-roots-that-whisper?" Big Horn blurted.
The old man nodded his head. "Yes. This mountain forewarned your arrival
from the Muddy River Tribe and what you've brought me."
Big Horn's eyes widened in surprise. He was left speechless.
"Hmm. Come into my lodge then." The shaman eyed what the brave was holding
close to his chest.
"They're expected by our chief," protested Shakes-like-the-ground.
"Ah. He can wait," answered Deep-roots-that-whisper. "Go on ahead and take
that Spear-bearing warrior with you since I suspect that's the main reason for
the chief's meeting. This brave will join you later."
Shakes-like-the-ground lowered his head in respect to his shaman's wishes.
He faced Coyote Thief and gestured what had been said. Big Horn gave his lover
a quick sign that everything was alright. He peered down at the bundle and with
eyes flaring, revealed that he had important business with the old man. Alone.
Coyote Thief studied his lover's face for a long moment before turning to
walk at Shakes-like-the-ground's side. Big Horn watched them go. The old man
clucked. That drew his attention and he followed the shaman into his lodge.
Big Horn was in awe of this sacred place. It was filled with many objects
hanging along its walls, he passed painted drums standing over the dirt and a
feathered totem stick. The burning sage filling the air reminded him of his
shaman. A gesture was given him to sit down before the fire. He did so.
"This mountain rumbled many things to me but not your name."
"Oh. I am called Big Horn." He wondered what the old man meant by the
mountain's rumbling. What had the shaman been told about him?
"Would you like to eat something?"
"No. Thank you, but I've already broken my fast with Shakes-like-the-
ground." Big Horn scolded himself. He shouldn't have rejected the shaman's
offer but they were true words he'd spoken because he was nervous.
A boy came to the old man's side with a bowl of fresh meat. He was naked.
Big Horn guessed that the youth was eleven years old. He had a really flat
nose. His rounded cheeks made his eyes look sunken into his face. The odd
facial features proved that he was not born to this tribe.
"Ah kee-wa, Sah-omb."
When Big Horn was offered the bowl, he took a piece of meat and stuck it
in his mouth. And another. There was a bitter aftertaste. His eyes were all
over the boy. He wondered who he was and why a youth of his age went about
uncovered.
"Something to drink?" the shaman asked.
Big Horn nodded. He watched the youth turn and fetch a pot from the ground
but what drew his eyes were the brown curves of the boy. He was reminded of
Crying Loon. Both boys had nice looking butts. Shame filled him. He knew that
it was wrong to look at the boy that way so he tried burying his feelings of
lust. Water was poured into a wooden mug for him. He quickly drank it down.
"Your apprentice?" asked Big Horn. He didn't know why he'd said that.
"No. Sah-omb is my servant."
"Oh. I noticed his dark skin," stammered Big Horn when he saw how the
shaman was looking at him with sharp evaluating eyes.
"He comes from an Ocean Tribe," explained the shaman. "I traded for him
only a few moons ago and he's served me well. He doesn't know how to speak our
language yet."
Big Horn glanced at Sah-omb. Their eyes met and they studied each other
for several heartbeats that gave him the chills for some reason. He'd noticed
how the boy's eyes had fallen low on him. That sly knowing grin. It was similar
to how Crying Loon had looked at him in the cat tails.
"Ah. You've brought something for me, Big Horn?"
The brave tore his eyes from the boy and handed over his bundle to the
shaman. For a long moment, the old man clutched it to his chest in deep
concentration. He closed his eyes and sighed.
"I was given words from my shaman to speak to you," explained Big Horn.
When he saw the old man nod, he spoke them. "The fatherless boy comes of age
next summer. My shaman believes him to be the One who will protect the People
from Darkness. This bundle contains the things that boy will need for his
initiation into manhood so bless it with the Light from our Father."
Big Horn closed his mouth. He studied the old man for his reaction but
was disappointed. The shaman set down the bundle at his side and said nothing.
Silence filled the lodge. When the brave couldn't stand it any longer, he
spoke in the hope of gleaning something from the shaman.
"Is that what your mountain rumbled to you?"
"Hmm?"
"That I was bringing you this bundle?" asked Big Horn.
The old man sighed. "Yes. And that you would give me something of yourself
to keep these old bones of mine on our Mother for a while longer."
"I... I don't understand."
"Ah! You will, Big Horn."
The shaman's words unsettled Big Horn. He didn't know what they meant.
His eyes wandered to the naked youth standing before him and that's when he
noticed the boy's pole. No longer sleeping over his balls, it grew stiff and
came to stand against his groin with its foreskin peeling back. A rosy knob
popped out. Big Horn felt the blood rush into his cock and was glad that his
front flap hid it. The lodge became uncomfortably warm.
"I think he likes you."
Big Horn felt his face burning. He kept his mouth shut since any answer
he'd give would further embarrass him.
The shaman decided to press the matter. "I'm hoping that Sah-omb will be
able to give me a drink of his youthfulness by next summer. I'm getting on in
years. My balls have dried up and his are not yet ripe to perform that rite as
much as I've tried to take seed from him."
Big Horn grew wide in the eyes. He couldn't believe what the old man had
just told him. Did he hear right? That the shaman wanted to suck on...
"Toa Sah-omb ant?" the shaman asked. "Eh ah?"
"Kee-wa," the boy whispered. "Pe-aht nee aht krost de-ah bee-tee pihn
mee-wa, so tre ghe-may toa bee-tee ant."
Big Horn peered at the shaman's face to glean the meaning to what had
been spoken between them. Deep-roots-that-whisper smiled knowingly.
"I only know some of his words," the shaman explained, "but I think
Sah-omb had asked if you want him."
"What?" Big Horn blurted.
Deep-roots-that-whisper shrugged his shoulders. "He is my servant but I
was told that he likes giving himself to men. His body is marked thus. Even if
he can't squirt yet, the boy enjoys the act of trying. See his excitement?"
Big Horn looked at the boy's erection. A powerful lust seized his loins
and before he knew what was happening, Sah-omb pointed his dick at his mouth
and it slipped in. His chin pressed against the boy's balls. His nose filled
with the clean lime-smell of his groin. Small stabs began.
This didn't seem real to Big Horn. He knew that he was sucking the boy
and enjoying it. His hands lifted to reach around for Sah-omb's wiggly butt.
Small hands clutched his shoulders and surged. More stabs. The brave was
utterly in this boy's control, doing this thing to him and forgotten were his
earlier feelings of shame.
Sah-omb cried out. Big Horn felt the boy's strong throb against his
tongue and in the next moment, his pole slipped from his mouth.
The lodge seemed to spin. Big Horn tried swallowing in his dry throat. He
wanted to drink water to rinse away the bitter flavor in his mouth that had
come from eating that seasoned meat. The brave's eyes widened. He recalled
Coyote Thief's initiation for him into the Mahyee-na that began with a similar
meal. Was this shaman performing a similar ritual for him?
There was a coolness felt between his legs. He looked down and saw the
front flap to his breechclout in Sah-omb's hands. His cock stood up hard and
strong for the boy to see.
Big Horn watched the boy dropping his head into his lap and a slippery
warmth came around his cock. It felt good. He eyed Sah-omb's little butt. Yet
bad feelings arose in his heart that warned him that this was wrong. He tried
closing his eyes but that made his head spin even more.
The shaman said something. Big Horn's head was in turmoil with conflicting
thoughts: pleasure from getting sucked, that a boy was doing this instead of
his warrior lover and why was the shaman allowing it in his sacred lodge?
Big Horn was right to suspect that the meat he ate had been flavored with
red capped mushrooms. The same thing Coyote Thief had given him during his
initiation into the Mahyee-na. The shaman smiled knowingly. He saw how the
brave was being affected and awaited the conclusion to his rite.
Sah-omb gripped the brave's upper legs. His head bobbed over the man's
hairy groin, sucking on his big cock that made him gag when he stuck too much
of it in his mouth. He heard the man's low moans of pleasure. His strong hands
tried pushing him away but only half-heartedly. The boy struggled to get a
drink from his loins.
Big Horn couldn't believe what was happening. His head was in a fog. He
felt out of control, enjoying the boy's tending but too, his heart ached him.
This was wrong! He tried pushing the youth away.
Sah-omb felt the man's cock getting very stiff in his mouth. He gripped
the brave's legs with all his strength. Sucked on his big cock expertly. Back
at his tribe, his small body had pleasured many needing men when they stuck
into his mouth or up his butt. It was his sacred obligation to satisfy them.
Big Horn wouldn't surrender himself to the boy. He pushed against his chest
and felt his cock pulling from the youth's mouth. Too late though. An explosion
came from him. It was a thrilling release but tainted with feelings of guilt.
Sah-omb pulled away. He peered down at the brave while swirling his thick
cum in his mouth that he'd won. The youth turned and went to the old man with
fierce eyes.
Big Horn gulped for air. He watched Sah-omb approach the shaman and kiss
him. No. The boy simply passed what was in his mouth to the old man's. His
small body was clutched. His erection was taken into the shaman's mouth and
sucked on. It was a strange rite that didn't seem real. None of this did.
Big Horn struggled for control. He couldn't close his eyes because that
made his head dizzy. His whole body felt very shaky. He dug fingers into the
soft dirt to prevent himself from keeling over.
A high-pitched cry was heard. Big Horn watched the boy's ending stabs in
the shaman's mouth. His little butt was lovingly held, humping in the old
man's hands. Guilt filled the brave. He looked down at himself and saw his
oozing cock resting over his balls. How had he been tricked? His male release
should only have gone to his warrior.
A wave of dizziness filled Big Horn's head. He fought the darkness and
wondered what was wrong with him. When he opened his eyes, Sah-omb was
standing in front of him holding a mug.
"Drink, Big Horn. The sun water will clear your head."
Sah-omb handed Big Horn the filled mug and had to help him drink it down.
The drink was sweetly flavored, reminding the brave of flowers and sunshine.
Strength slowly returned to him. The dizziness passed. He noticed that the boy
was sitting in his lap.
"I thank you, Big Horn. You've completed the rite that will keep me on our
Mother for a while longer."
Big Horn felt embarrassed. Having his seed sucked from him by this boy and
passed to the old man was done in ritual significants?
"Keep this matter to yourself," the shaman asked. His eyes flared.
"I will," Big Horn promised. That didn't ease the guilt in his heart
because his cock was bound to his lover with its manly performance. The boy
had stolen his sperm but the shaman needed it; a ritual to prolong his life.
"Does your shaman have an apprentice?" the old man asked.
Big Horn was startled from his troubled thoughts. Sah-omb wiggled in his
lap but he stared at the shaman and spoke. "No. He too is getting on in years."
"Hmm. But you know whom he spoke of, that boy who is to be the One."
Big Horn only nodded his head in reply.
"I've Listened to this mountain's many rumblings," the shaman explained.
"Darkness is coming to cover all our tribes unless it can be stopped!" His bony
fingers stuck out in a warding off gesture to evil.
Chills raced down Big Horn's spine. He clutched the boy in his lap as if
to protect him. Sah-omb sighed in reply. His soft butt humped against his
loins, filling them with excitement. That surprised the brave since he'd only
just come out from them.
Sah-omb enjoyed sitting in the brave's lap. His folded legs pressed over
the man's with his toes digging into their ground mat. He straightened his
back. It was a warm embrace that he shared with this man but he hoped it would
lead to joining their bodies.
Big Horn wanted to let the boy go. He noticed how his hard cock pressed
against Sah-omb's cheeks, throbbing and oozing against his lower back. When
the youth raised himself slightly, Big Horn loosened his arms around him but
the boy didn't stand up. He sat back down in his lap. His cock was mashed.
"I was not given his name, Big Horn."
"What?" The brave lifted his eyes from Sah-omb and faced the old man. He
thought over what had been asked him and spoke. "It is Willow Bird."
"A fatherless youth?" the shaman asked.
Big Horn nodded.
"Who is that boy to you?"
"Ah. I have been Willow Bird's monedo since he was ten years old." The
shaman peered back at him with piercing eyes that made Big Horn become afraid.
Would he see his love for that boy that was hidden deep in his heart?
"Willow Bird, eh? He will be named a brave by next summer's eve?"
"Yes. I've been teaching him the skills he'll need when becoming a man.
He has already passed his survival test." Big Horn endured the shaman's long
stare without flinching. He wondered if his face had been too revealing.
"Willow Bird is like a son to you."
Big Horn dropped his eyes and nodded. "I too had grown up without a
father. That has been hard for Willow Bird but I've tried to take his place as
the boy's monedo."
"And you love him."
Fear squeezed Big Horn's heart. His innermost secret has been revealed to
this old man!
"Do not be ashamed, Big Horn. The boy needs you to teach him about such
things if he's to lead the People."
"As shaman?"
The old man nodded. "And much more. This mountain has told me so."
Big Horn peered at the shaman but nothing more was forthcoming from him.
He reviewed what had been said and wondered if they were talking about the
same thing.
Sah-omb's humping drew the brave's attention. He watched his cock slipping
between the boy's cheeks with dread. Yet a sharp aching filled him to make love
to this youth but his head warned him that it was wrong to do so. He loosened
his arms around the boy.
Small hands raced to Big Horn's hands to keep them locked over his chest.
Sah-omb wasn't about to let this man go. He almost had him trapped in his butt!
A fierce struggle grew in Big Horn. He knew what Sah-omb wanted to do with
him and lust tempted him to make that happen. The boy's humping tried coaxing
his cock inside him. He resisted. To do so would be wrong. That part of himself
was only for his lover! A warrior who knew what he was doing so how could this
young boy understand the ways of the Mahyee-na?
Sah-omb trembled with excitement. He spread his legs over the man's and
lifted his butt, a hand reached back to point the oozing cock he found between
his cheeks and he sat down heavily. A gasp of pain escaped the boy's mouth.
Big Horn also gasped. He felt his knob penetrating the boy's tight hole,
slipping through slimy warmth until his balls pressed against his wiggly
cheeks. He glanced at the old man in fear.
"Give it to him, Big Horn. He could use your manly strength to speed his
development. I need to drink of his youthfulness."
Big Horn closed his eyes as if in denial to what the boy was doing and
what he heard the shaman tell him. His stabs were forced. Thrills built up in
his cock from fucking Sah-omb yet he knew it was wrong!
When Big Horn felt a wave of dizziness, he opened his eyes. Sah-omb's
little butt was seen humping against his groin. His hard cock was deep inside
it, being made to stab the boy who had his hands flat against his thighs to
help lift his small body up and down. The brave felt them trembling from the
effort. He could no longer resist the urge to fuck him properly.
Big Horn slipped both hands through the boy's armpits and gripped his
slim shoulders. He pulled Sah-omb down hard over his cock to stab him good.
His hands relaxed when the youth pushed against his thighs, lifting his butt up
for a moment before dropping down again. It became a lusty rhythm with their
bodies. The brave no longer questioned what he was doing to the boy. It felt
good and was what Sah-omb wanted done to him.
When Big Horn glanced at the old man, he saw his head nod in approval. It
was difficult to see the shaman's knowing grin. He dropped his eyes in shame.
Sah-omb's little butt drew his eyes. The brave watched it getting impaled on
his cock again and again, sweet thrills for him and he wondered if the boy was
in much pain. Guilt tugged at his heart by what he was doing.
Singing breaths blew through Sah-omb's nose. He made his small body move
faster over the brave's, enjoying the savage cock thrusts up his butt that
would result in getting it filled with man cum.
Big Horn's struggle grew within himself. His utter lust was losing control
to be replaced by feelings of guilt. He was bound to Coyote Thief. Only with
that man should his cock perform because of their sworn love for each other!
Sah-omb felt the brave's hands tightening over his shoulders. They
prevented him from bouncing over the man's groin. Their fucking stopped. The
boy wondered if the man had shot in his butt yet there were no revealing throbs
deep in him nor had he heard any ending moans.
"Ah teh toa?" asked Sah-omb in a small voice. "Toa Sah-omb, neo pist eh?"
Big Horn heard the boy's whispered plea. "I can't!" he uttered hoarsely.
The brave buried his face in the youth's neck.
Sah-omb turned to the old man in disappointment. The shaman shrugged his
shoulders.
Big Horn gasped for breath. He clutched the youth close to his chest, his
hands pulling down over Sah-omb's shoulders to keep his body still. His cock
was still deep in the boy's butt. Aching him to continue. It was a difficult
struggle to keep his lust under control.
Sah-omb began pulling over his erection. He couldn't get his butt to
perform yet this thing he could do to pleasure his aching loins. He knew that
nothing could shoot from his pole. The boy tried anyway.
Big Horn felt the boy's action. He opened his eyes and peered down the
front of him, watching the small hand pulling over his skinny dick. Breathy
cries came from the youth. He struggled to pleasure himself in spite of not
being able to get his butt fucked.
Sah-omb noticed the man's attention on him. He gently rubbed his head
against the brave's and turned his face to him, showing the man how he ached!
Their eyes met in secret understanding. Hope filled the youth. He tightened his
cheeks around the stiff cock in him, squeezing it hard for a moment before
relaxing his cheeks. Strong pulls over his erection made it tingle with sharp
thrills. He held his breath to deepen that sensation.
Big Horn watched the boy's left hand flying over his erection. It was a
thrilling thing, amusing to see and he felt a measure of excitement in his own
loins by the way his cock was being squeezed. He remembered how it felt to fuck
Crying Loon. That boy wasn't as willing as Sah-omb to get his butt stuck.
Holding breaths made Sah-omb's belly tremble. Yet he was rewarded with
sharp thrills from his dick. He pulled its foreskin back and forth, his rosy
knob popped in and out with a sucking sound. His trapped butt tried humping
against the man's hairy groin. Inner muscles were tightening and loosening
around that stiff cock he so much wanted to get exploding in him!
Big Horn noticed that his body was flexing under the boy's. Small stabs
were given to his tight butt. He couldn't help himself. Watching Sah-omb's
need to masturbate and fucking his butt was too much for him to ignore. The man
reluctantly joined into the boy's male rite.
Sah-omb relished the man's use of his small body. He endured the powerful
stabs in his butt that made his dick surge, tingling with thrills that brought
the boy to a sudden climax. He cried out in his high-pitched voice.
Big Horn heard the boy's joyful cry. His cock was squeezed hard and that
brought him to a violent climax. He pumped lots of cum into that tight butt.
Gone were his feelings of guilt. Their eyes met in secret understanding of what
they had done together. Sah-omb lifted his face to kiss him. He couldn't deny
the boy's passion. Their lips pressed together and drank in each other,
fiercely and with much love that sent the man's spirit flying like an eagle.
Eventually, Big Horn fell back to the earth. He pulled from the boy's face
when feelings of guilt squeezed his heart. This shouldn't have happened! He was
promised to another, a man bound to him in Mahyee-na so how could he have let
a mere boy win his heart?
Big Horn buried his face in the youth's neck. Tears stung his eyes that
he shut tight to prevent their falling. He was feeling wretched. A strong hand
was felt over his shoulder. That startled the brave. He turned his face at the
old man kneeling beside them. Understanding was on the shaman's face for him.
"You try too hard to deny your spirit, Big Horn."
"I am bound to Coyote Thief!" the brave gasped. "This boy and I shouldn't
have... done this thing." He was going to say 'loved'.
"You have done nothing wrong," the shaman answered. "Sah-omb gave himself
and you accepted his love, Big Horn. You are not a bad person because of it."
Big Horn had to turn away. He couldn't be swayed by the shaman's words
when his heart was in pain. He had betrayed his lover.
Sah-omb was unaware of the brave's troubles. He slipped from the man's
arms and stood up sideways, his small hand rubbing over his cheeks with a grin.
The shaman clapped his hands and laughed. That sent the boy prancing around
the fire pit in glee. He stomped the ground with his feet, thrust his groin
forward (that sent his dick flying) and slapped over his butt when he performed
the dancing steps of the Hunter. The boy was very happy.
Big Horn's grim mood left him when he watched the youth. Sah-omb nude
body performed the victory dance that brought a grin to his face. The shaman
clapped his hands together to set the boy's rhythm. It was a beautiful thing
to watch.
The lodge began to spin. Big Horn heard a loud buzzing in his ears and a
heavy weight pressed down on his head, forcing him to lay over the ground. He
tried fighting against the dizziness. Darkness took him and he slept.
A dark-skinned boy chased after his lover. His sweet voice tried coaxing
Coyote Thief to have sex with him and that made Big Horn feel very afraid. Not
that he'd lose his warrior to another but something worse! He cried out.
The shaman laid a blanket over Big Horn after tending to his belly wound.
Sah-omb hung the wet cloth used to clean the man over a rafter. He turned when
hearing his outcry. The old man frowned. He wondered what dreams were troubling
the young brave, shooing him to remain asleep.
Coyote Thief splashed water over himself from the stream he sat in. He
was guarded over by Shakes-like-the-ground per his chief's command. Their
meeting had been tense. It took Morning-star's assurance unto her father to
permit the Spear-bearing warrior's visit with their People to continue. At
least for a few days.
Big Horn was sleeping in the shaman's lodge. Coyote Thief had been told
that a ritual had been performed that he suspected had something to do with
that bundle the brave carried with him from the Kalinlepi. An important shaman
concern. Shakes-like-the-ground had taken him to the stream where he could
clean himself. He pushed out his bowels that had ached him from fucking.
Hopefully, no one had noticed his distress during the chief's long meeting.
Coyote Thief's bath felt refreshing. He asked Shakes-like-the-ground to
join him in the stream but the warrior had declined. The man's eyes fell upon
his nakedness sometimes but no lust remained in either of them after this
morning's sex.
'Your skin is going to shrivel like a turtle's if you stay in the water
much longer,' warned Shakes-like-the-ground.
Coyote Thief sensed the man's impatience. He lifted his hands for
gesturing. 'I will not be much longer.' The warrior wiped sweat from his face
and neck. He relished his bath and wasn't going to be rushed.
A boy ran up to Shakes-like-the-ground. Their conversation couldn't be
followed but Coyote Thief saw the warrior nod his head and after giving him a
hand gesture of assurance, he sped back to camp.
Coyote Thief looked the boy over. From his style of breechclout flaps,
long hair and facial features (that reminded him of Big Horn), he knew that
this was no Moss-bowl youth. He remained sitting in the stream. His breechclout
was laid over a large stone, out of reach.
'Why did he go?' gestured Coyote Thief.
The boy raised his hands. 'Some important matter with his chief, I think.'
'I am Coyote Thief.' There was a long pause before the youth would give
his name.
'I am called Owl's Hoot.'
A cold shiver went down Coyote Thief's spine. No youth from his tribe
would be given such a name. The owl was an ill omen. He studied the youth and
noticed that his skin was very dark, not just from the sun and there were
places over his back where dirt covered him as if he had slept over the ground.
'Come join me in the stream where you can take a bath.'
Owl's Hoot shook his head and made a toothy grin. 'Too cold.'
Coyote Thief stood up. He noticed how the boy's eyes were all over him,
that look of hunger on his face. The man's nakedness was a source of pride. He
knew that his cock's size was being judged. He stretched his arms towards the
warm sun and turned to show off the rear of his body. He felt the boy's eyes
there. Instead of being excited by this attention, the warrior felt very
uncomfortable.
A sigh was heard coming from the youth. When Coyote Thief turned back
around, he followed Owl's Hoot's hands flying to shape words for him.
'A strong body! I envy your proud hair display and all your battle scars.'
Coyote Thief grinned. He relished this boy's praise.
'I am not yet named a brave,' admitted Owl's Hoot. 'Tell me, do you ever
long to return to the days when you were a boy?'
Coyote Thief was puzzled by his question. 'What are you asking me?'
'I think that a man faces many responsibilities: to hunt, lead braves
into battle and to take a wife. A boy's time is short when compared to the
many summers a man will live.'
'Enjoy that time as boy before then,' answered Coyote Thief with a chuckle.
'Yes. But I'm wondering if there's anything you miss in your boyhood?'
Coyote Thief stepped to the flat rock where his breechclout lay and he
planted his butt over it, not quite able to sit because of its height. The
warmth felt good against his backside. He decided to remain naked for a while
longer so that the sun could dry him. Owl's Hoot stood next to him, dark eyes
peering up as he waited for an answer.
'That was a carefree time,' explained Coyote Thief. 'I enjoyed playing
with my friends, watching my body grow and learning the skills I needed to
become a man.'
Owl's Hoot looked down at himself. 'My body hasn't grown much these past
summers. I am nearly fifteen yet...' He feigned embarrassment when pulling the
front flap to his breechclout away.
Coyote Thief looked. He saw that the boy's dick stood against a smooth
groin without hair. That shouldn't be. Not at his age.
'You see,' explained Owl's Hoot while pointing to his groin. 'I don't have
a father who would help bring my development along. If you know what I mean.'
'Your dick is big,' assured the warrior with a sly grin. He felt a blood
rush into his cock and was proud that this youth would see it.
'I can't get it to come out like the other boys, some younger than me!'
'Perhaps your uncle should perform a growing up rite for you.'
Owl's Hoot sadly shook his head. 'I have no family. My People banished me.'
That startled Coyote Thief from staring at the boy's erection. 'Which tribe
did you come from?' He studied the youth's face.
Owl's Hoot paused from answering. He decided to tell the truth. 'The
Split Muddy River Tribe.'
Coyote Thief became tense. He recalled the Split Warriors who attacked
him in the woods on his journey here. 'How long since you... left them?'
'Last winter.'
Coyote Thief remembered to breathe. He realized that Owl's Hoot wouldn't
know about that encounter and bear ill will towards him.
'You spoke of a growing up rite,' the boy whispered.
'Yes. A proven man performs this for a teenaged boy.' Coyote Thief knew
where their conversation was leading to. He felt troubled because the release
from his cock was only for Big Horn.
Owl's Hoot pushed himself from the rock and faced the warrior with his
eyes glued to his hard cock. It was a fine display of manhood! The boy slowly
approached him, stepping between the man's legs until his dick was almost
touching the warrior's.
Coyote Thief froze. He didn't stop the boy's advance when his erection
pressed against his cock. Owl's Hoot lightly grasped his upper legs with his
hands. A soft sigh came from the boy's mouth.
'Bring strength to mine,' Owl's Hoot gestured clumsily with one hand. He
pressed himself harder against the man's loins. His eyes remained glued to
their male touching.
Coyote Thief permitted the boy this part of the growing up rite. So long
as he wasn't expected to give his sperm to Owl's Hoot. The youth seemed to
understand his reluctance. He didn't rub his dick against him. His hands were
taken and brought around the boy to hold his soft butt. That could lead to
something more but the youth simply stood against him.
"I strength to your," said Coyote Thief.
"You can speak my language?"
"A little." Coyote Thief was reminded that Shakes-like-the-ground had
also been surprised that he could speak.
"I hope that something strong will pass from your loins to mine," asked
Owl's Hoot. "Ah. Can you tighten your hands..." The boy turned his head back
until he was looking down at his butt.
Coyote Thief could understand most of the boy's words. He tightened his
grip of Owl's Hoot's backside to mash their dicks. The youth released a sharp
breath. His eyes lifted and revealed much longing in them. That touched the
man's heart. He felt pity for the boy; his lack of development and being
banished from his tribe.
In the next moment, Coyote Thief was embraced. The boy's chest pressed
against his and little hands locked behind his back. His nose pressed into
Owl's Hoot's long hair and sniffed. It smelled like fire ash.
"Hold me closer."
Coyote Thief wasn't sure if he heard those words or if they were in his
head. He lifted his right hand and pressed hard over the boy's warm back. He
felt a gentle humping from Owl's Hoot's butt. That made their dicks rub. A
nice sensation but the man resisted the urge to allow his cock to come out.
Lusty thoughts filled Coyote Thief's head. He thought of Big Horn. How
they had embraced in love and the joy of squirting to each other. He felt
curious about that bundle the brave had brought from the Kalinlepi for this
tribe's shaman. No. He didn't know what was inside it.
The boy cried out. It was a feigned moan of joy that came not from
feeling thrilled from his dick but what he'd learned from the warrior. He
tried getting the man to come out. His dick rubbed harder in a lusty spell
that would ensnare Coyote Thief. He needed to learn more about Big Horn.
It was difficult to concentrate. Coyote Thief knew that something strange
was going on but his lust was being enflamed by the boy, almost getting him to
shoot off his cock. That angered him. His love was only for Big Horn!
Coyote Thief dropped his hands from the youth's nakedness. When Owl's Hoot
continued clinging to him, he gently pushed the boy away. Anger was seen on
the youth's face, an ugly expression that quickly changed to a grin.
Owl's Hoot heard a voice in his head. It had guided him when his path in
life was lost so he tried listening to what was being asked of him. He was
told that it was important to be with this man.
"I felt your strength coming to me," said Owl's Hoot. "You are a proven
man that I want one day to become! If you could complete my growing up rite, I
know that my dick will be able to come out."
Coyote Thief felt entranced by the boy's sweet words. His cock ached him
to spill his seed but he resisted that temptation. He managed to shake his
head. Owl's Hoot frowned with disappointment.
The voice returned. Owl's Hoot didn't like what he was told to do because
it would be painful. He'd done that to a young friend who was dear to him. A
manly act of love which was discovered and had led to him being banished. The
voice became stronger, almost yelling at him. It said that he could get revenge
by letting this warrior take him and afterwards, accuse him of rape. The boy
relented to that powerful voice. He would try.
'Your strength could enter me this way,' gestured Owl's Hoot. He turned
around and pressed his butt against the man's hard cock.
Coyote Thief looked down at the boy's humping cheeks. His oozing cock
slipped between them and found his hole. There was some resistance but he felt
a slimy warmth swallowing his all. Owl's Hoot rushed his hands back to his butt
and gave a strong pull. Their bodies came together.
Owl's Hoot gasped with pain. He closed his eyes. Anger filled him and that
made the voice in his head easier to hear. It promised him many things: boys
he could make love to and the power over others in revenge to what his People
had done to him. He had only to endure this brief act. Prove his worthiness.
Coyote Thief didn't begin his stabs into the boy. As much as his cock
ached him to fuck Owl's Hoot, he knew that it would betray his love.
A dark power flowed through Owl's Hoot. It reached into the warrior and
grabbed that man's thoughts, probing for what He needed to learn.
Owl's Hoot couldn't bear the pain any longer. He pushed against Coyote
Thief to separate their bodies and the voice wailed in his head. The boy
staggered to find his front flap. He grabbed it from the ground and ran away.
Coyote Thief let him go. He felt relieved. When he looked down at himself
to be sure that he hadn't cummed, he saw the butt stain over his cock and
frowned. His hand pulled at some grass and he cleaned himself. His breechclout
was taken from the rock and donned. With a heavy heart, the warrior walked
back to camp.
The lodges of the Moss-bowl Tribe passed by without Coyote Thief really
looking at them. He didn't know where he was going. His thoughts were in
turmoil. Something bad had happened back there. He was very angry with himself
for letting that boy do those things. Never had he felt so out of control!
A big lodge came into sight. Coyote Thief sat down before it and waited.
His troubling thoughts were pushed aside but they kept returning to plague him.
He remembered something scary. A cold, sharp stab like a knife to his spirit
right before Owl's Hoot ran away. It had felt evil.
Coyote Thief was filled with guilt. He was the one who acted badly and
his cock had hurt that boy. Would Owl's Hoot tell on him? Fear grew in the
warrior's heart because his presence at the Moss-bowl was barely tolerated as
it was. If these People learned that he had tried to rape a boy...
"There you are," shouted Shakes-like-the-ground.
Coyote Thief was startled from his thoughts. He quickly stood up to face
the approaching warrior. His hand trembled when he raised it in greeting.
'Where is that boy?' asked Shakes-like-the-ground. 'No one was looking
for me in camp so I think he was playing a trick on me!'
Coyote Thief lowered his eyes. 'He ran off. I don't know where he is.'
'He better not let me catch him!' The warrior pointed at the shaman's
lodge asking, 'Is Big Horn still sleeping?'
'Yes.' Coyote Thief didn't turn to see that it was the shaman's lodge
where he'd been sitting. Shakes-like-the-ground slapped his shoulder.
'No need to wait for him to wake up. Let me take you around camp and show
you everything. That will make the time pass more quickly and maybe Big Horn
will have awakened when we return.'
Coyote Thief nodded in agreement. He walked at the warrior's side, his
thoughts returning to Owl's Hoot. Shakes-like-the-ground showed him a grand
view of the valley below from the cliffs. A cool wind was blowing. His
companion led him away to the next sight.
When a stone pained Coyote Thief's foot, he stopped to remove it from his
left moccasin. Shakes-like-the-ground waited impatiently at his side. He stood
up but gestured to take a brief rest. Coyote Thief looked around. He wanted to
ask the warrior about Owl's Hoot and didn't want anyone seeing their gesturing.
'What do you know about Owl's Hoot?'
Shakes-like-the-ground looked at Coyote Thief to glean why he was asking
about that boy. 'He comes from the Split Tribe. They are related to Big Horn's
People, I understand.'
Coyote Thief nodded his head. 'Did Owl's Hoot tell you that he was
banished from them last winter?'
'No. He told my People that he was on a vision quest to seek his animal
helper. Boys of his age sometimes come to perform that rite on our mountain.'
'Did he consult with your shaman?'
Shakes-like-the-ground stared at Coyote Thief. 'I don't know. He's been
here for nearly a hand's fingers in days so he may have done so. Why do you
ask?'
'Does he seem strange to you?' Coyote Thief asked carefully.
'We try to respect the customs of those who visit our tribe.'
'I mean no offense but... Owl's Hoot seems to be troubled by something.'
Shakes-like-the-ground nodded his head. 'If he told you that he's been
banished from his tribe, that could be it. I would understand why he didn't
tell my People. Why did he admit that to you?'
'Perhaps he wants to follow Big Horn back to the Kalinlepi. Stay with
them.' Coyote Thief's thoughts turned to what really troubled him about that
youth. He was tempted to describe what had happened at the stream. It was
something he couldn't tell Big Horn. Shakes-like-the-ground shared his spirit
but not about having sex with boys. No. It would be a mistake to tell this
man what had happened.
'I heard something interesting about him.'
Coyote Thief peered at his companion. He saw amusement on the man's face.
'You know boys do things together. Games that test their growing bodies
to make younger boys envy them. Stuff we did in our youth.'
Coyote Thief understood what he was told. He continued to stare at his
companion in the hope that he'll say more.
'I heard that Owl's Hoot is playing naked games with the boys. He likely
shares our interest in the same sex. Springing-rabbit, he's nine years old. He
said that Owl's Hoot kisses too much. Not on the mouth... That youth's friend,
Sharp-rock asked me if I could cut some of my hair down there and give it to
him to help grow hair on his groin like Owl's Hoot had done for Springing-
rabbit.'
'I saw that Owl's Hoot has a smooth groin. He had shaved it off for
Springing-rabbit?'
'That's what I was told. Ah. How do you know that?'
Coyote Thief scolded himself for his admission. 'Owl's Hoot showed me. He
asked me to perform a growing up rite for him.'
'I think that boy was tricking you,' laughed Shakes-like-the-ground.
'Sharp-rock told me that Owl's Hoot is older than he looks. He's often shooting
off his dick and teaching them about sex.'
'Like what?' asked Coyote Thief.
Shakes-like-the-ground nodded his head and grinned. 'From what Sharp-rock
has told me, I suspect that Owl's Hoot is sucking on his pole and Springing-
rabbit's too. He may be doing other things. Perhaps I should talk to the boy.
I don't want him to take advantage of the younger boys, perhaps hurting them.'
'You already have a good reason to scold Owl's Hoot.'
'Yes. He is a trickster!'
Cold chills went down Coyote Thief's spine. Shakes-like-the-ground's words
helped him make the connection to what Owl's Hoot was. That boy posed a threat
to this tribe and himself.
Owl's Hoot ran through the woods. He felt that something evil was chasing
him but no matter how fast he ran, it pursued and finally caught him. Darkness
fell into the boy. He howled out for his loss of humanity. Like the cat who
teases a mouse by freeing it briefly from his claws, the Darkness-that-comes
reclaimed him. The boy lost himself. He couldn't remember his name, that young
boy he loved at the Split Tribe and gone were his hopes to grow into a man.
'You are mine again!'
The boy's spirit succumbed to that Dark Power and he returned to being His
Trickster. He remembered what the plan had been: visit with the Moss-bowl
People under the guise of the boy he was to learn if their shaman had a new
apprentice and kill him. Big Horn's arrival had been unexpected. He was safe
in the shaman's lodge (undergoing some ritual) so that left his warrior lover
vulnerable to attack. Coyote Thief had almost been taken. A lost opportunity!
There hadn't been enough Darkness holding the boy's spirit to carry out their
hasty plan. His master hissed with disappointment.
'I am not to blame!' The Trickster cringed, awaiting his punishment. It
never came.
'You had acted unguided as Owl's Hoot. If even My smallest Finger were in
you, their People or the shaman would have known what you are. You had to be
that pathetic youth to walk safely in their tribe. I whispered advice to you
that was mostly followed. Did you not enjoy those two boys?'
The Trickster smacked his lips. He remembered sucking on their poles and
even had Springing-rabbit drinking his cum. His groin hair rite for that youth
had done the trick. His friend, Sharp-rock had a nice butt. He'd kissed over
it and even managed to lick into the boy's hole but needed another few days to
weaken his resistance so that he could fuck him. That would make the boy His.
'The Dark Seeds have been sown in them. You can return later to claim
their lives for Me! It was important to learn what Big Horn was doing here.
What his bundle contained but no matter, when he's returned to his tribe, you
will kill him. Coyote Thief, too. The path of light must be stopped!'
The Trickster cringed again. He felt his Master's rage and feared the
light that would be their undoing. A pleasant thought came to him. 'I should
return to the Spear-bearing Tribe to finish Your work with that boy.'
'Yesss,' hissed the Darkness-that-comes. 'You've planted seeds in Little
Wolf Eyes that need tending to. He will be an important servant if you are
careful not to alert his shaman!'
'Love blinds Snarling Bear. He doesn't see the change in his apprentice.'
'Go then. Fly to his tribe and offer the boy Power that he craves. Be
wary of his shaman! I want Little Wolf Eyes to be mine so that he can carry My
plans forward towards fruition. War and death will cover the land! Those who
remain will be weak and easily converted to Darkness.'
The Trickster grinned. He fell to all fours and felt the Change come over
him, arms and legs pulling into his body and covered in hair. A tail sprung
from his butt.
A black wolf scampered through the woods. He found the trail and with his
tongue wagging past his sharp teeth, he followed it down to the plains.
***
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