----------------------------------------------------------------------- FOR-LOVE-INDIAN-BOYS-7 "The Fort's Little Indian" {Part #7 of 9} Copyright 1996 by Vince Water ----------------------------------------------------------------------- "The Fort's Little Indian" | A half-Indian trader rides to a small fort to exchange | | fur skins. He discovers an Indian boy being used by the | | more lonelier soldiers for their needs. Desiring to | | just speak with him, the youth convinces the Wanderer | | to do otherwise. His small body reveals the many adult | | pleasure that he can perform. | It's raining hard. The fort's sentries are slow to give challenge. As I wait for them, I dismount to lean against my soggy mare. Her heated body feels good. I'm looking forward to the dry place that I'll sleep in tonight, assuming of course that the soldiers allow me in. My mare is burdened with animal skins and rock samples. The lieutenant of this fort will accept my bundles of beaver pelts and elk hides for trade. More money will be fetched at the larger fort for the rocks. Its captain was interested in my discovery of golden pebbles that I've taken from the rivers where I've trapped. Perhaps the lieutenant here would be interested in my find as well. A loud shout takes me from my thoughts. "Who be you, stranger?" shouts a uniformed man from the high wall, "and why has yea come?" "I'm called the Wanderer. I have furs to trade." The blue figure looks me over a moment before disappearing behind the wooden wall. I wait a while longer in the pouring rain. The sturdy gate finally opens. I tug on Patricia's reins and enter Fort McKenzie. Fortifications and bastions armed with ordnance prominent the front and sides. My destination is the large wooden enclosure in back. It's there that I'll confer with the lieutenant about my trade goods. Another soldier joins us when we head towards the main structure. "You best get yourself inside mister," suggests the young soldier. "Don't want our guest to catch his death of cold! I'll see to yer horse. The lieutenant will probably be able to see ya now." In removing my soaked hat to his kindness, I watch the young man frown. My dark face and long black hair is revealed. The older soldier shows hatred in his eyes. I know why. They see me as an Indian that they've been trying to exterminate. My mother was white skinned so my blood is only half wild. This situation of my birth has given me no comfort. Neither race, white nor Indian will accept me so I'm without a home. It has me wandering about and trading to both sides. The older soldier accompanies me while the other sees to stabling my horse. We walk along the creaking porch to a door. He opens it. The light and warmth of a fireplace chases away the gloomy spirits. I glady follow the soldier into the dry common room. A lone man sits before the fire. He's drying his clothes over the chimney stones. To cover his nakedness, this bearded man has around him a large buffalo skin. He appears to be sleeping when we pass him down the left hall. "The lieutenant will see you briefly," the soldier whispers. "If he'll have you, I'll see to finding you a room." I ignore the soldier's rudeness. A quick glance around has me spying on a naked Indian boy lying before the blazing fireplace. He appears to be sleeping, sprawled out on the wooden floor on his belly. It's difficult to tell his age without seeing more of him. I guess he's twelve summers from the length of his back and small rump. The more revealing part of the boy is kept from my eyes. I nodge the soldier and point back to where we've come. "That's ol' White Whiskers," the soldier answers. "A white trader who comes with skins as yourself." "No, I mean the boy... Who is he?" The soldier smiles. "That's the fort's Indian. He's available if you want him." Pity mixed with longing fills my breast at the lot of that small boy. I would like to talk with him. I'm curious to know how he came to this fort to be used by its men. A sexual urge has me considering to take the youth's nakedness into my arms. I shake my head from that lusty thought. The soldier turns a left corner, knocking on the first door that we come to. A voice inside bids us to enter. I follow him into a room filled with a colored map and wooden chests. A good looking man sits before a desk. The lieutenant, I assume. He puts down the papers that he was reading to look at me. His lips form a tight frown. This always happens when first I meet a white man of authority. "He's a fur trader," explains the soldier with a salute. "Brigham has taken his horse to the stables and is unpacking the skins now. This half-breed claims to have rocks as well." "Thank you, Mister Mileson. Please wait outside the door." The old soldier gives me a hard stare before turning from us to wait outside. The door is left open. I approach the lieutenant's desk. From my breast pocket I remove a skin bound package. I open its oiled wrappings. Folded papers are inside. These I place before the lieutenant while giving him my name and business. He looks the documents over and speaks. "Captain McGethers has tasked you to find rocks. Why do you bring them here?" "My horse has become overburdened with skins," I explain, "including that of a black bear who came upon my night camp to his ill. I wish to exchange the skins here before traveling to Fort Union with the rock samples. Unless, of course, you would like to purchase them." "What would I want with rocks?" he asks without humor. I simply stare back while keeping my smile within me. What would he want with rocks? He must not have heard the rumor of there being gold in the high mountain streams. I decide not to share this with him. "You can bed down inside tonight," the lieutenant announces. "Be off by tomorrow! I'll have our furrier look your skins over and offer a price in the morning." The officer shouts for Mister Mileson. He directs this soldier to find me a room while returning my papers to me. I follow the soldier back down the hallway and through the common room. The white bearded man is no longer sleeping. He embraces the Indian boy within his large buffalo skin. The soldier averts his eyes. I curiously watch what transpires between the man and boy. Their lusty, belly-rubbing motion brings to mind several possible sex acts. It brings a stone heavy feeling to my stomach. The bearded man sucks on the youth's neck. An opening in the buffalo skin reveals his strong hands around the boy's rear end, guiding him. I pause a moment longer to watch them. The Indian youth peeks at me. There's a pained expression on his face. It's timed to the white bearded man's thrusts. The boy continues to stare at me. I have no words or even a gesture to offer him. I turn away from them to catch up with the soldier. He's taken to the long hall of many doors. We pass several before coming to the hall's end. A door is opened. I wait on the threshold as the soldier sees to the room's lamp. Its growing light chases out the darkness. A gold coin in my palm attracts the grim soldier. His eyes widen. I ask my request with a simple head nod down the long hall. He smiles slyly when taking my money. I'm sure that he understands my intent. I watch the old soldier turn and walk away with his hard boots sounding against the wooden floor. He would be an easy mark for my bow in the forest. I turn to the open room behind me. It calls out to my urgent need for sleep. From the lamp's light, I see a small bed and a chest here for my use. I remove my drenched clothing. The room is cold and offers little hope for drying them. I lay my soggy wrappings over the wooden chest and strip down to the skin. A cotton blanket lies folded on the bed. This I eagerly wrap around my weary form. Sleep quickly takes me. A small knock forces me awake. The door opens slowly to reveal my visitor. The Indian boy. He enters with his dark eyes ever upon me. When I wave him to approach, he puts on a feined smile. His naked form strides casually to my bed. My eyes fall to the boy's small loins. I accept my earlier guess as to his age. He's smooth groined; a small pole without its thick skin which reveals to my surprise that he's been Christianized, at least in the flesh. I remind myself that we're only going to talk. I raise my palm to the youth in a common Indian greeting. The boy's eyes become intelligent. He answers back in the tongue of a Caddoan, the tribe of Arikaree Indians which I know only a few words. Yet I give him back his native greeting. I shake my head when the youth's fast speech confounds me. He becomes sad. I open my warm blanket in gesture for him to join me on the bed. I scoot deeper over the small mattress. The naked youth eagerly sits in my lap. His cold butt wiggles over my thigh, thrilling me. I feel my manly growth. The youth presses his soft body against my chest and peers up at me with a genuine smile. My loins want him badly yet I begin with my questions. "Do you speak the white man's tongue?" "Yes... little," the boy answers. "What yea want me do?" (His small hands reach for the man's butt and lengthening penis. He smiles at the man's obvious excitement for him.) I freeze at the boy's handling. His cute eyes looking into mine has me shrugging my shoulders in reply. My loins are eager to find out what he can do. The youth brings himself to sit fully into my lap. His small legs wrap around my butt while his head come to my breast. I take in a trembling breath from his warmth around my nakedness. I feel our poles touching. The boy has an erection which he rubs against my greater length. Sharp thrills shoot through my dick. I reach for his small butt to guide his gentle thrusts. His mouth sucks on both of my nipples. I feel them harden under his swirling tongue. It has me moaning. The youth releases a sharp breath. A wetness runs over my belly and dick. The boy's release? His arms rush through my armpits to grasp my shoulders from behind. His body rises slightly. I feel his erection near my mouth. It's wet and sweet smelling. "Kiss penis, yes?" the youth asks. I'm surprised that the boy feels a need to release it again. I'll gladly oblige him. I kiss over the youth's skinny shaft. His hand directs my lips to its tip. I suck on the boy's knob lovingly and find its length inside my mouth. The youth sticks his warm pole between my lips. He giggles when it slides down my tongue. I've not sucked on a male's length before. I know to keep my teeth away. It quickly becomes stiff. I reach around his naked form and cup the soft cheeks of his butt. The boy's in and out flexing is like an erotic dance he performs in my hands. I'm struck by how intimate his small body is connected to mine. I hear the boy's small cries of pleasure. He must feel very good from thrusting into my mouth. I feel my dick dripping excitedly. Having sex with this youth is thrilling! I think that there's nothing I would deny the little boy. A high-pitched cry. The youth sucks in a breath and holds it. Wild stabs between my lips. I suck on his pole to keep him inside me. His butt quivers in my hands like a frightened animal that I've caught. His loud moan. I feel a strong spurt at the back of my mouth. I'm swallowing it. The boy utters some strange words when his loins flow to me. One more squirt and no more. The boy pulls his dick wetly from my mouth. He lowers himself slowly over my lap. A tickly sensation comes from the tip of my dick. It's sticking under the youth's balls. His hard pole presses against my belly. I'm surprised that it never gets limp. Even after cumming. A sharp thrill goes through my dick. The boy has a hand around it. His attempt to beat it off for me? He pulls my erection away from my belly to stick it through his butt cheeks. My oozing tip presses against his hole. He humps his butt to get my penis into his tight body. I become wide in the eyes. When his hand releases my shoulder, I feel his weight dropping onto my legs. My dick pushes through his anal passage. Its slimy warmth surrounds my dick, squeezing it. I'm amazed by what seems to be the impossible! My hands try pushing him off. Yet the boy's legs tighten around my body. His arms reach around my back, keeping his body on mine. My dick is forced to rape his small butthole. I'm reminded of the bearded man's embrace with this youth. They had belly rubbed under the buffalo skin in the common room. Did he put sperm into this boy, I wonder? Our bodies are similarly connected. I feel my dick's release being coaxed by the youth's up and down motion of his small body. My hands cup his humping cheeks, guiding him. I'm torn between the wrongness of this brutal act and my need to release as a man. My lust controls me for the moment. Small kisses touch my breast. The boy's hands pull himself over my groin from my shoulders. I stab through his tight hole with much pleasure. The sweet thrills of our mating fills my penis towards the explosion I know will soon come. I reach low for the youth's butt. It flexes from his up and down motion over my dick. My finger traces my length through his small cheeks to the boy's asshole. It continues inside there. I'm amazed that my man-sized length can fit into a small boy. His willingness to be taken like a squaw allows me to continue my lusty thrusts in his body without feeling shame. This is a new experience for me. I've not ever been with a woman. My wanderings have kept me from remaining in one place long enough for me to court a willing squaw. Now, I realize that my loins don't lust for one. This small boy has taken my heart. Soon, my lust will spill inside him. The joining of our male bodies is beginning to overwhelm me. I look down between our heaving bodies. The boy ends his sweet kisses to stare up at me with a grin. No sign of pain is on his brown face. He must be used to taking male thrusts. Perhaps he even enjoys the stabs through his small ass. I notice his erection. It surprises me that the youth has twice released his clear seed and still he remains hard. An intense thrill shoots through my dick. I hold my breath and push out my seed into the little boy's butt. His hole takes all six strong gushes from my horny loins. I cry out in brief ecstasy. My climax is a powerful one. Is it joining with that of that white trader from the common room, I wonder? I think so. The boy's hole was very slippery to fit inside it my thick cock. I gasp for air. The boy's heated breaths are quick against my breast. His sweaty body flexes around mine as if in deep agony. His face reveals lines of tension. It pains me that my dick has hurt him. Why then doesn't he rise from my lap? I notice his erection stabbing against my belly. With his hands over my shoulders, the little boy lifts and lowers himself over my stabbing dick in him. A revelation comes to me. The boy cries out. My dick is squeezed by his tightening butthole muscles. His pole squirts to me. The clear rain of a young boy. My belly runs with his lusty accomplishment. I feel a small squirt going through my dick and into him. An intense sensation after having achieved my first release. It's because the boy excites me so much. The way he pleasured our bodies from a deeply male connection that I've only heard rumors out. My arms hold the youth closer to me. We rest over the warm bed and catch our breaths. My dick softens in his slimy butt. At least two men have filled this youth with sperm today. My seed is joined with that of the bearded trader. That man's lusty act sickens me. I'm no different than that white man. The boy's arms reach up for my shoulders. He pulls his butt off my dick and leaps from our bed. I look over his small body with amazement. The things this little one knows about sex! When his hand soundly pats his rear end, I have to turn away in embarrassment. The youth boasts from having captured yet another man's seed in his butthole. He reveals such wicked looking eyes. The youth turns for the door. My mind races. I've gained my lusty satisfaction from his body but I still have many questions to ask. I also want a more meaningful thing to happen between us than having joined our flesh. The door opens. I can find nothing to say to stop him. The boy goes to find another companion on this night. I leap from my bed and chase after him. He turns to me curiously. I scoop his small body into my arms and carry him back into my room. I spy a wound on the boy's neck. He flinches when I examine it with my fingers. "How did this hurt happen?" I ask. The youth sits heavily over my bed. I get behind him and notice the black and blue marks on his shoulder and the bleeding sore on his neck. My searching fingers outline several bruises. I realize with a shock that this boy has been bitten! "Who?" I whisper questioningly. The boy lowers his head and only shrugs his small shoulders. Without the need of his words, I'm learning how the men of this fort have been using him badly. That white man had cruelly marked him with sharp teeth. I begin to have a real hatred for the men of this fort. I reach over his small form to grab at my clothes over the chest. Within them is a pouch which I take back to me. I untie the thong closing my medicine pouch. Within it are some healing herbs. The boy wipes his eyes to watch my busy hands. I gather some dried leaves to apply to his wounds. Their crushed essence will stop his blood and end any pain he may be feeling. I apply the medicine skin to his neck and hold it there. His warmth in my arms is comforting to me. I'm glad to be helping my little friend. My hand holds the boy's wound to stop his blood. Our bodies warm each other in a nice way. I'm feeling weary. My head rests over the boy's unhurt shoulder. He doesn't complain. My eyes close when a light sleep takes me. The naked Indian boy sprints from the fireplace room and out the door. In pursuit are half-naked white men giving chase. They all desire to take the youth to their beds. I stand in the fort's center, naked, and in lust for his small body as well. Yet the boy leaps into my embrace for protection. I fend off the hungry men by feeding them beaver furs from my horse. To the lieutenant, I give my prized black bear hide. He joins the others by leaving me be with my boy. In gratitude, the Indian youth offers me one naked act after another. I accept the pleasures that he gives me. My horse is near the gate and ready to go. I toss the youth into a sack to hide him. This prevents the fort's men from taking him back. I pass by their eyes of hate and manage to exit the fort undiscovered. Once outside, the boy springs out of hiding to embrace me with love showing in his small heart. I finally accept that which my heart has secretly longed for... A boy. I awaken with a start in a dark place. I'm laying on my side over a small bed. Kisses to my butt and the sensation of someone pulling over my thick erection skin brings me back to the fort and its Indian boy. I lay unmoving to accept the pleasure that he brings me. The youth's lips wander over the sweaty skin of my butt. My loins harden in his hand. I have to take in deep breaths. The good feelings increase. I search out his nakedness hugging my back. His toes press into my neck. I find his small butt and massage it. It's a very soft one. He's even humping it for me. I notice that the boy flexes his butt in beated time to his thrusts between my shoulder blades. His boyhood is long and rubs over my body with a purpose. He breaths blow quickly over my rear end. I'm close to release as well. The boy mouths my cheeks and sticks between them. He daringly bites near my hole. What a powerful sensation! When the boy sticks his tongue in I'm brought to my sudden climax. I groan at his lusty accomplishment. My seed floods through his hand. After the youth pulls over my dick for a few more beats, he brings that hand back to my butt. He wets my crack with it and pushes on my hole. I get a suspicion of his intent. My bed creaks when his body turns behind me. I feel his toes down at my legs. His hand reaches around for my belly. A stab into my butt! I feel the boy's erection slide through my butthole and sheathe itself. There is some pain. Yet I stick my butt out to his need. I'm thrilled to have the boy joining to my body. This time, I'm playing the squaw. The sensation is strange. I feel the boy's long pole stabbing quickly in and out of my hole. A sense of fullness in my butt. His balls press against my cheeks when he goes deeply into me. Our bodies are tightly connected. He will soon release his clear sperm into my body. This last thought is both thrilling and strange. I would never allow a man to have his way with my butt. Too great a humiliation for me to bear. Yet this boy is very dear. He has given his flesh to me and I'm hoping for his heart as well. The boy's hands become tight around my body. I no longer feel his breaths against my back. Wild, quick thrusts. They pain me a little. The boy has released several times this night and he must find it hard to get his hard dick to shoot off again. The bed creaks from the boy's lusty efforts. I reach back for his little butt to feel his man-like motion there; his taking me as if I were a squaw! I laugh in the darkness. I feel a throbbing in my hole from the boy's swollen knob. His frenzied pace slows. I think the youth has squirted into my body. His voiced breaths sound loud against my sweaty back. We have mated. A strong sense of bonding comes from that. We've both seeded each other's butt. The boy rests in my bed, and I hope, will stay with me throughout the night. I feel in my heart a strong thing. Does he have this same feeling in his heart for me? I'll find out in the morning. The boy untangles himself from me. A profound sense of sadness fills my heart. I sit up in the darkness, expecting him to open the door and go onto his next man. But that door never opens. I reach for the lamp and light it. Its glow filling the room reveals that the boy is using the chamber pot. I notice his long pole. He has to bend it away from his belly when he urinates. It's still erect. He gives me a sheepish grin. A great longing comes into me to hold this boy. I've spilt my lust with him. It's my heart that speaks. I want to take him under my care as if he were my own son. This white man's fort should not be his home! The youth's plea takes me from my thoughts. In his hands is the small chamber pot. I nod my head from my own need for it. At my great surprise, his hand directs my limp member down into it. A pool of deep yellow reveals what the boy has given up. It takes me a while before I can release my shy urine, held in his gentle hand. I take hold of the rounded vessel after pissing. He watches me shake it a few times to mix our yellow waters. It's with a smile that I bring the pot to my lips and take a large sip. The liquid is warm and flavorful down my throat. He giggles when I offer him some to drink. The boy looks into my serious eyes. Does he understand what I'm asking of him? I think back to a long ago time and place of my youth. I was twelve years old. My father had performed this rite for me. Instead of a porcelain vessel, my father cupped his hands to catch the yellow flow from his penis and mine. We had drunk of it. As his son, I obeyed him in all things. He was testing me with his strange rite. Joy fills my heart when I watch the boy take a sip. He grimaces from the taste. I nod my head with approval. This youth accepts me as his guardian. I lower the pot to the floor and slide it under our bed with my foot. I open my proud arms to him. The boy eagerly embraces me. His small hands reach around my back while I reach low for his cold butt. His weight shifts on me. Legs wrap tightly around my body. I laugh at his playfulness. "Like me?" the boy asks. "Yes, very much. How did you come here?" I watch all happiness drain from his eyes. He thinks for a long moment before speaking. "Stolen from my tribe by white trader and horsed me here as his boy. He naked with me and did things. But sick and die in fort. I stay." "What's your name?" "Nom-ba-dant," he replies in the language of his People. "Would you like to go home, Second Twin?" The boy's face turns bright when he looks up at me with hope. I nod my head. His head lays against my breast. I hold his small form close to me in the darkness and think. A plan begins to form in my head. Why not take him away from these bad men? My dream returns and whispers to me how I can purchase the boy's freedom. Every skin will go to the lieutenant if he asks so that Second Twin and I may depart in peace. And though I love him dearly, I will place him back into his father's hands and depart. My spirit is a wandering one that has no place for a small boy. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- {end of file: FOR-LOVE-INDIAN-BOYS-7 The stories continues: -8}