WARNING: This fictional story contains sexual accounts between men and boys, boys with boys AND IS UNSUITABLE FOR MINORS UNDER THE AGE OF TWENTY-ONE. You should know whether you want to be reading this or not! ************************************************************************* * * * "Willow Bird, Warrior" * * * * by Vince Water * * * * * * This short story is the third part to the "Willow Bird" saga. * * The two previous novels were "Willow Bird Finds His Love" * * followed by "Brave Willow Bird". A related story, "Song Bird's * * Story of Love" was printed in the `Pottery Shards' collection * * of short stories. By reading these previous accounts, you'll * * understand what's happening to Willow Bird In His Own Words as * * he faces the challenges in this story. * * * * * * October 1998 * ************************************************************************* Welcome to the reading adventures of my Indian boy stories! PLEASE NOTE THAT THIS STORY IS OF AN ADULT GAY CONTENT, UNSUITABLE FOR MINORS UNDER THE AGE OF TWENTY-ONE. This electronically distributed version is the latest edition of this story with additional text and editing not seen in the printed form! Authorization for the free transmission of my unaltered writings to an APPROPRIATE ADULT SITE is hereby approved. - Vince Water - My E-Mail address is: Vince_Water@HotMail.com The illustrated printed booklet can be purchased from "A Different Light" bookstore located in New York, San Francisco and West Hollywood, U.S.A. HTTP://WWW.ADLBOOKS.COM "Willow Bird, Warrior" Copyright 1998 by Vince Water All rights reserved. Originally printed in 'Indian Boys at Play' Illustrated by Ching-Ching (printed book version) All of the characters in this story are fictitious, and any resemblances to actual persons, living or dead, with the exceptions of Indian Tribal names and other historical references, is purely coincidental. Here are the available Indian boy story titles by Vince Water: -------------------------------------------------------------- "Willow Bird Finds His Love", "Bare Butt Brave", "For The Love of Indian Boys", "Even MORE Love Stories of Indian Boys", "Pottery Shards (And Other Short Stories)", "Brave Willow Bird" and "Indian Boys at Play" ************************************************************************** * * * "Willow Bird, Warrior" * - part 1 - I begin my crossing of the wide muddy river on my horse. Behind me are the empty spaces where the tipis of my tribe used to stand. Only the sacred grounds of our dead remain. No warriors guard the forests. Where there should be the loud voices of children at play is only the sigh of the wind. All is emptiness now. My heart feels this the more so since my lover is dead. That bitter truth burdens my spirit while my flesh suffers from having lost its better half. "Oh Big Horn! Why did you go?!" I cry out. My breaths are labored from my deep heart-pain. I gaze upwards to look for his spirit in the Above; it's only blue sky. I'm left on our Mother with an empty hand that he can no longer grasp. My fingers close into a tight fist. Anger rises within me because of my loss and the woe my life has become. The dark power of anger helps me to keep my weaker emotions in check. A loud sob escapes me though. Tears threaten to fall. I shouldn't be allowing myself to surrender to weak emotions! I'm no longer a boy though I'm not yet a brave until my initiation into manhood. Big Horn was going to stand at my side in two moons to give me a brave's name but he is gone. My tribe is also gone. I'm left to wander in search of them. My horse snorts with concern. He's reminding me that there is danger here. The recent storms have swollen the river's flow so I must keep my eyes out for floating debris that could strike against Pai-alucia's legs. He is a good horse. My only living link to Big Horn who had shared in our male love. Another sob erupts from me. I feel my body shaking with pain that has come from my broken heart. `Oh Big Horn.' My plea for help is a vain one. He has gone. I force my eyes open to stare into the churning muddy waters. The biting cold of the river runs against my legs, turning them numb. My days of fasting to find my animal helper has left my muscles exhausted, my body aching and weak. I welcome the physical pain so that my broken heart may be silenced. Pai-alucia pauses his swim to rest over a sandbar. A bright flash of memory fills my head for this is where Song Bird and I had first naked embraced. His smaller body had felt nice next to mine; at eleven years of age his groin had been smooth and only a small pole had pushed out to press against my bigger erection. It was our last summer of innocence as boys. We didn't understand the hard swelling of our male bodies causes from our close hug and it had ended too quickly to explore what could have been. Two girls had laughed at us from the bank. It had shamed my young friend badly. We didn't attempt another embrace until this summer. In this same river. I found a silver ring at its bottom and had given it to Song Bird as my pledge of love unto him. "Oh, you are gone from me too!" My head bows in a sad remembrance. The boy of my heart still lives but I've had to give him up when taking a man for my lover. I've also had to accept the responsibilities that come from joining the Mahyee-na. Our society doesn't allow the sexual initiation of young boys; only newly named men. In my last free days as a boy, I had bound myself to Song Bird in a love that went beyond the joining of our flesh. He understood what we were doing with our bodies and accepted it since we had been long-time friends. I'm nearly a man now. Song Bird has taken to another boy; his father's newly adopted white son of sun hair and sky blue eyes. I wonder where they are now? I must find them along with my tribe! My legs tighten around Pai-alucia's sides to coax him back into the river's strong flow. The biting cold returns to my legs. A good pain. It helps to drown out the pain of my heart. When we reach the other side, I turn Pai-alucia towards the river. I take a moment to look back at where my tribe had settled for more than the fifteen years of my life. Only empty ground remains. The body of my warrior lover rests on a wooden platform set apart from the other dead. Why is that? There is also another mystery. I found the charred remains to Big Horn's tipi in camp. Why had it been burned down and by whom? When I had left my lover in the care of our shaman four days ago, he was being possessed by an evil spirit; the Trickster whose man-shape he had killed in my defense. Has the Trickster avenged himself or did Big Horn die by his own hand?! This last thought makes me shudder in fear. If he did, I must be fulfilling my vow to join him with the damned in the underworld! No. Big Horn had promised me that he would not kill himself. Though blinded in sight and falling further under the Trickster's evil spell, he had heard my rash vow to join him in death if he were to carry out his planned suicide. So how did my lover die? Was it a bad ending for him? My vision begins to swim. I wasn't there to hold him when he left the earth. Tears flow down my cheeks and drop to my chest like sad rain drops. I keep my moans in my throat. He is gone! My People have flown their encampment but to where? There are no answers here so I must go in pursuit of them. My eyes look to the ground. I easily find the deep lines from travois that have come out from the river. They are trampled over by horse tracks and from the numerous steps of my People. A path is given me to follow. I kick my horse to a trot in the right-handed direction from where Father Sun rises in His sky. The land before me is rolling with low hills. There are a few stands of trees and my heart squeezes with fear when remembering the Trickster's haunt in one of them. The passage of my People winds between the small forests. On foot, they cannot be too far away! Yet I keep myself from forcing a gallop upon my horse since his strength must be saved for the journey ahead. A long one? As I follow the wounded ground, a thought strikes me. Why has no effort been made to cover the tracks of my People's passage? And why do they travel in this direction? The vast forests behind me over the river would be safer and are empty of enemy tribes. Our men prefer the hunting of deer in the woods than in open plains stalking. It doesn't make any sense. The rolling hills before me lead to the camps of our enemies: the Spear-bearing Tribe and a splintered People from our own tribe who would not welcome us. Perhaps it is because elk and the buffalo can be found out here. Do our warriors plan to hunt before leading our People to a new camp? I don't understand what has happened or what has driven my tribe from their long encampment by the river. Pai-alucia trots behind the echoes of their feet. The sharp pain of my heart has settled down to a dull aching while fear has crept into my chest. These are dangerous lands to be traveling through alone. I cast my eyes out for danger. Only the low bushes and an occasional tree can be found. The land is still. No animals are sighted. Is it possible that the passage of my People was a recent one? My dusty ride continues throughout the afternoon. When Father Sun is close to setting down His golden head to sleep, I look about for a safe night camp. I avoid the woods. They have brought me and Big Horn ill luck on our last outing. No. I'd rather risk sleeping out in the open than to disturb one of the Trickster's haunts! I get down from Pai-alucia and lead him away from the path of my People. It's not safe to camp there. As their passage has drawn my journeying, too it could be attracting enemy warriors. Big Horn's training is ever in my mind. Darkness falls. It soothes the dark mood of my heart and I welcome the cooling air over my sweating body. I've forgotten how hot the plains can be. My last travel through these parts was with Big Horn on foot. He had accompanied me to my rabbit snares. A smile crosses my lips in sweet remembrance for that was when the man had given me a first initiation into the Mahyee-na. He offered me his butt and I touched my butt to his in an acceptance of male love. As my monedo, Big Horn had been teaching me the ways of becoming a man but on that day he embraced me in sexual training. A lusty belly rub had followed that spent our love's seed to one another. My first mating! The smile fades from my lips. I angrily tug on Pai-alucia's reins to get us further off the path in search of a night camp. My arms suddenly become heavy. I'm feeling very tired and a loud ringing fills my ears. When my legs weaken below me, I find myself falling to the ground with one of my arms reaching out to break my fall. A consuming darkness fills my eyes... Pain! Fists strike at me from a warrior without a face. His harsh strength tries stealing my life while his hatred eats at my spirit. I cannot allow it! With dry eyes, I face my enemy with my anger. Great anger like a storm! My clenched fingers form rock-hard fists to match his hand strikes. It makes me very powerful. A naked boy comes to stand before me with obvious male excitement. He gives me a weak grin that I laugh at in mocking contempt. I'm a proud warrior with many coups and proven feats of my strength and cunning. How can he think to share in my greatness? What can he offer for me to accept his puny love? Something cold brushes against my butt. It's followed by a soft nickering of concern. Ah. Pai-alucia is hungry. I slowly rise from the dirt in the early morning light and remember. The night has passed! I quickly glance about for danger. None. My limbs still feel weak and my mouth is greatly thirsted. I'm a long time getting to my feet. Water is taken from a bulging skin tied over the horse's back. Within a small pouch is found a few strips of jerky that I greedily chew down. My recent fasting rite has drained my strength and it has left me ill prepared for this journey. Pai-alucia nickers again. He nibbles at the remaining leaves of a bush for his breakfast. I give him a fond hug of gratitude for having guarded over me during the night. It was fortunate that nothing bad happened during my weakness. I scold myself for such carelessness! An experienced brave would have given himself a proper rest before attempting a journey after a fasting. What would Big Horn have thought of my foolishness? I bow my head in shame. He may no longer be alive but I can still hear his words of advice speaking to me inside my head: `Rest. Take stock of what food and water you have and secure more for the journey ahead. Be ever vigilant!' I keep a hold of Pai-alucia's shaggy body and share warmth with him. The mornings are cool on the plains though by the afternoon, the touch of Father Sun's fiery hand will cause me to sweat. Water is very important. It's fortunate that Tree Snake had filled both water skins. There's not much food though. Only a few fingers of smoked venison remains. A thought strikes me. I know where I can find some rabbits! I keep my actions slow to prevent my weakened body from failing me as before. I carefully mount up on Pai-alucia. After a long study of the surrounding hills, I get my bearings and head to the small gully where I've set up my traps and snares. It's not far. How long has it been since I've gone there to fetch rabbits? My head bows in sadness. Not since Big Horn had accompanied me on that morning of my initiation into the Mahyee-na. I violently shake my head to cast my sadness away. It won't serve me now. I must leave behind the path of my People until I've rested and have better prepared myself for the journey ahead. Pai-alucia trots between the low hills. I cling to his back while trying to conserve my strength. It's a bumpy ride. Over my butt, I feel the coolness of the morning air. A smile crosses my lips. I've kept that part of my body uncovered to announce to any needing man my Mahyee-na desire to get it fucked. How many times has it been seeded? My first lover was Song Bird who did me only after I raped his little butt. Big Horn fucked me in his tipi and I also spermed his ass to complete my passage into the Mahyee-na. On our visit with the Moss-bowl Tribe, I offered myself to several men but they wouldn't allow me to fuck them in return. A young man named Sings-to-the-birds was initiated by Big Horn into our society. We had both enjoyed stabbing through that brave's tight ass and he fulfilled his male need in our butts. There was also a sweet boy who had performed his first manly act in me. A twinge of guilt squeezes my heart. I had allowed Night's Star to stick into my butthole; two times of sperming me and it was kept secret even from my Big Horn. That boy was similar to Song Bird with whom I could have come to love but I gave him to Sings-to-the-birds. That initiated brave now leads his new boy friend down the path of the Mahyee-na. I hope that their love has blossomed. My nose fills with a bitter pain when I fight back tears. I no longer have Big Horn to embrace my sexual needs. That warrior was much more to me than male pleasuring but it's my body that cries out its longing to join with another. His face will always appear before any other with whom I may make love to so I don't know if I'll ever feel that kind of happiness again with any man or even with a boy. My heart can only take so many blows. I've lost Song Bird and now, my Big Horn. I won't love any other! I pull hard on the horse's reins. Thoughts are forced from my head so that I can concentrate on what I'm doing and where I am going Now. I'm so tired of suffering from the heaviness in my heart. To allow my woe venting could get me killed! My lover is gone. I've been separated from my People so I must return to them. My mother also needs to be cared for. I have my initiation into manhood to undergo and under the guidance of our shaman, I hope to serve our People as he has with our Father's blessings. My life's path is set out before me. Walk it, Willow Bird! I give Pai-alucia a hard kick to get him back into a trot. We soon approach the gully where I've set up my rabbit traps. A small stream runs through these low hills which are blanketed with sweet grass. It's a good place. Small animals come here to feed. I get down from my horse and lead him to where there should be some snared rabbits. After a careful search, my hopes are dashed. Someone has smashed my stick traps and cut the twine snares. The perpetrator's footsteps have been brushed away from the dirt to hide his identity. I tie Pai-alucia to a bush so that I can make a careful study of the ground. Something might have been left behind to explain what has happened here and who has done this bad thing. Could it have been Iron Bow? My thoughts return to the day when that warrior had discovered Song Bird and myself naked in a wet embrace hiding in the woods. He knew what we had done and claimed that in his youth, a boy had loved him too. For that man's silence, I agreed to deliver three fat rabbits to his fire spit. A promise that I've not kept. Iron Bow is a warrior who's quick to anger. Perhaps he's avenged himself upon me by coming here to break my rabbit traps. A faint marking catches my eye. I push against the ground-hugging branches of a thorn bush and find a moccasin footprint. The tiny hairs rise up on the back of my neck. I've seen this shaped print before! After my fasting rite, I had gone in search of Tree Snake who was not at the place where he was to wait for me. I left the Wanderer's Canyon and found his dead body. The warrior had been scalped. Around him were the soft moccasin prints of four men and three horses; the pressed ground revealing to my eyes that two of them had raped Tree Snake. Great anger builds in my chest. They have passed through here - destroyed my rabbit snares?! I release my pent-up anger in a low growl. My thoughts race. If not those same men, then someone from their tribe who wears that style of moccasins. Not the Spear-bearing warriors. Like our men, they walk barefooted. I'm facing an enemy tribe of unknown origins. I continue my search for more footprints. It would be helpful to learn if the perpetrator is one man or many and how long ago they had passed through after smashing my traps. These are nagging questions in my mind. I hunch low to the ground to find more clues. The sound of a bubbling stream comes to my ears. I'm thirsted so I turn from the likely path of the perpetrator to get a cool drink of water. As I'm about to dip my cupped hand into the clear stream, I spy fresh footprints in the mud. A quick glance along the bank reveals a pile of clothes. They are a man's discarded breechclout, war shirt and moccasins! "Aiiiii!" shouts the war cry of a brave. I'm attacked! A hard blow is delivered to my face and I'm pushed down to the ground. He struggles above me - tries to grab my Wa-ha (white man's) knife tied to my thong belt. I see the great hatred that he has for me in his dark eyes. My hand grips his over my knife. He manages to pull it away from my thong belt but in a clever ploy, I reverse my arm's strength to match his pulling. Our hands fly to his chin and strike against it with a loud crack. The man drops to the ground, unmoving. I rise to my knees over him while laboring for breath. Our battle is so quickly done? I have won it! After catching my breath, I stand with my knife at the ready over the young brave. He is naked. His hair has been cut short in the style of Sings-to-the-birds' People but he is not one of them. This man is a wearer of moccasins. The features of his face are also different; ugly. Which tribe is he from? I need answers. I take a quick look around to ensure that there are no others. What was this man doing in my gully? Why was he naked? I look at his pile of clothes on the bank and surmise that he was cleaning his body in the stream. It's too shallow to swim in. The man has a nice small body. Strength shows in his arms and chest yet his butt is small and nicely rounded like a boy's. How old is he? There are no warrior's feathers in his short hair so I guess him to be only a few years older than myself; no more than seventeen. The brave will be questioned when he awakens. To prevent him from running away, I secure my captive with thong from his breechclout tied around his legs. His hands are also bound yet he'll still be able to gesture when I'm questioning him. Big Horn's training is ever in my mind. I run back to fetch Pai-alucia while keeping my eyes out for enemy warriors. He may not be alone. When I return to the stream, I tie my horse to a bush. The young brave feigns unconsciousness which brings a grim smile to my lips. I've noticed his differing position over the dirt. He must have been trying to crawl away in my absence. With my foot, I kick the man's butt while a chuckle erupts from me. He lifts his head to gaze up at me - a look of trapped animalistic hatred on his face. "Do you speak my tongue?" I ask. When the young brave gives no reply, I move my hands in word gesturing. `Which tribe you from?' `Which tribe you from?' the brave gestures back. I kick the man's ass hard and gesture, `I ask questions!' Only a smug grin is offered me as his reply. I suspect that he knows more about what's going on here but as my enemy, he knows that I will probably kill him afterwards. That's a sad truth. I cannot leave behind an enemy who could tell others about my presence or chase after me with revenge in his heart. How to get him to talk when facing that? A bold idea comes to me. I gesture to the young brave what I already may know about him. `You travel with three others on three horses. Scalp taken from feathered warrior after his butt used like seeding a woman.' I look for signs of recognition in the man to what I've gestured. Nothing. He keeps his face filled with anger that is hard to read through. A brief glance is taken of my horse though. I gesture in triumph, `That my smart horse; he escaped from you.' The young brave only glares back at me in silence. It's causing me to grow very angry. I may not be getting answers from the brave, as expected, but his defiance and smug attitude is really making me mad. I kick him in the face. Blood starts to run from his mouth and my big toe feels pain from where I must have struck teeth. `I've sworn to avenge the death of that warrior you've slain!' I gesture. My hands form ugly contortions to describe how he will die. Again, the brave glares back at me with his smug expression. He acts as if I'm the one bound hand and foot at his mercy. I will show him! In my great anger, I tear my breechclout from my body to display my manhood excitement. Having power over another man - an enemy of my People has made my loins swell. I kneel to the dirt at the brave's side and start caressing the soft cheeks of his butt with obvious lust. The man struggles against the thongs tying his hands and legs. I half hope that he could escape so that we'd embattle each other again; our bared hard flesh tested against one another. I find my knife and sheathe it in the dirt near his head. He gets my point. My legs straddle his thighs when my hands reach down for his flexing ass. I get to enjoy the naked man flesh I'm about to make into a squaw. My mouth drops to his cheeks and licks between their sweaty parting for a taste of his opening: a brown hairless hole so tight and musky. I suspect that the brave is a virgin! Between my legs, my brown dick is oozing from sweet expectation. I lay over my captive for a connection between our male bodies. His tied hands are pinned under him. Our legs struggle for position over the dirt but the young brave is no match for my unbound strength and lust. I hug his slim shoulders. My dick slips between the crack of his butt and dives in, straight and hard. The man howls out when I sheathe into his ass. An alarming thought strikes me: what if his companions are close by? They'd find me naked and vulnerable to their attack while I'm raping their friend. I take a quick look around. Nothing. Pai-alucia nibbles at the leaves of the bush I've tied him to. A giggle escapes from my lips. He'll have to guard over me while I perform my manly task. My dick is squeezed by the man's butthole from pain. He doesn't know how to relax his ringed muscles to make it an easy joining for him. Yes. He's a virgin. It gives me an added to thrill to know that I'm forcing my male need upon a man who's only interest in breeding with the opposite sex. I'll show him how it feels to play the degrading role of a squaw. My thrusts begin. The young man below me takes in pained breaths while I rape his asshole with my hard dick. The thrills are slow to build in my loins. A part of me senses the wrongness of what I do; it's an unloving act. One that I myself had endured at the hands of an evil Trickster... but I'm not evil. This man and his friends had brutalized Tree Snake and killed him. I only do what my enemies have done before me. It is unusual for me to be on top. I'm usually the bitch in heat lying in the dirt with my butt getting taken by the stronger male above me. Now, I'm forcing myself onto a man older than myself who should have won that battle between us. If he had, I would probably be dead now. Would this brave had used my body before cutting my throat? Tree Snake was fucked by two men before he was killed; was this brave a part of that war party? Anger builds in me in grim remembrance. I strike my enemy with my fleshy dagger to avenge my fasting guardian's death! My hands tighten around the man's shoulders when my stabs go deep. I let him hear the pleasure his butt is giving me through my low moans. It must be very shameful for the brave to be used like a squaw by a mere boy. Even if he were to live, that shame would forever mar his honor as a man. The sexual thrills feel wonderful in my dick. Much pleasure! I'm given a twinge of guilt for trying to give my seed to a man other than my Big Horn. No. My lover is dead so I'm no longer bound by our pa-he-wat-che to keep that part of myself for only him. Besides, it's not love that drives the motion of my dick. It's from my great hatred that I have for this enemy brave that drives my body in lust; my thrusts are like my Wa-ha knife striking his body: stab Stab STAB! My butt humps like a wild man when I dive into the man's butt below me. He no longer fights me as before. Why not? I've enjoyed our sexual struggle. The sense of power I'm given over my enemy is very sweet. It makes me a proven man. I realize that he'll be my first kill. His scalp will promote my rank from mere boy to that of honored warrior! My lips descend to the young brave's ear in a kiss. My breath hisses like a snake that has captured him for the kill. I am eating him. When the man can no longer contain his pain, he howls out over the dirt like the fallen buffalo to my spear. At that moment I feel my greatest thrills! My loins erupt and shoot seed through my long dick into his butthole to fill him again and again. I cry out in triumphant ecstasy while the beaten man groans from defeat. It is done. My sweet male relief quickly gives way to a bitter sadness. The man below me must die at my hand... and I hardly even know him. He is my enemy and one of the four men that I must avenge for Tree Snake's death. Even knowing that doesn't make the task easier for me. I delay it by clutching the brave while I rest. His body has become heated and slippery against mine. In his asshole is my seed; my life in him. What I've done seems wrong... and what I have to be doing even more so. I lift my head from the man's and push on his back to separate our male connection. My dick is stained from taking his butt. Bile rises in my throat which I painful force back down to my stomach. I become angry with myself for my weak feelings coming from remorse and in regret to what I must now do. The sun glints meanly from the metal of my Wa-ha knife sticking in the dirt. I reach down for it. I'm taken off guard. In a clever maneuver, the young man turns himself over the ground to face me. Utter hatred blares out from his wild eyes. He shrieks at me in a loud war cry! His bound legs rise up in their attempt to strike my chest. They're easily knocked away by my hand strike. In a flash, I've noticed his hard manhood display. Sounds come out of the brave in a harsh uttering. Strange words that hold no meaning for me. I'm feeling some pity for the man's plight as if I was the one who was raped and waiting for death's strike. I try summoning up the horrible images of Tree Snake's murder to lend me strength but all I can see is the fear in the man's face below me. My hand slowly withdraws from the grounded blade. An unbearable silence comes between us. He turns from the knife to stare into my face for an explanation. My eyes are locked to his. Something passes between us that goes beyond the inadequate shaping of words; it touches my spirit with an understanding. Tears fill my eyes. I lower them in shame because of the weakness that I'm revealing before my enemy. He knows what I must do. I'm sure that he would perform the expected thing if he were in my place. "I am Willow Bird," my mouth utters of its own accord. "How can I do what is expected of me if I don't want to do it?" `What say?' the brave gestures clumsily with his bound hands. He slowly rises to a sitting position over the ground. I force my mouth closed. My hands lower to the man's legs to hold them as if fearing him attempting another escape. My head turns numb. I'm locked into having to do a terrible thing that I don't want to do. How would my monedo advise me? I'm distracted from my dark thoughts by the young brave's manhood display. His cock is standing hard against his belly with its tip oozing down the brown shaft to his reddish balls. I reach between his legs for it. The man shudders at my touch as if I'm attacking him. My fingers tighten and moves over the man's thick skin; an up and down motion to masturbate him. A grim smile crosses my lips. `This is what I like to do as Willow Bird!' I wonder if this man has ever felt the sexual touch of another man? In boyhood, it's common for friends to do each other out of curiosity and from shared boyish thrills. This brave's body has reacted strongly to what I've done to him... Is he Mahyee-na? My hand becomes slick over his dick. It's a nice size. My butthole gets an overwhelming itch for it. Quick are my next actions. I leap into the man's lap with my head and arms pushing between the space of his bound hands until they drop around me behind my back. Our chests meet. With my left hand, I point his cock between the cheeks of my butt to find its entrance. My weight presses down on him. I groan out when his oozing knob fits into me and slides in deep. The brave's body struggles with mine in a raw naked embrace. I fight to keep our reversed male connection. My folded legs press against the sides of his butt. I wrap my arms around his shoulders in a tight hug. Our faces nearly touch. His dark eyes are filled with disbelief while mine twinkle in mischief. I savagely bounce my butt over his hairy groin. His cock in me feels like the sharp blade I was preparing to strike against him in an act of death instead of making life as we now do. I'm sure that my hole is squeezing his dick from pain. I didn't plan for our male connection so my butt protests from getting pierced and deeply filled from a man. Some adjustments are made to fit our bodies. I push on the brave's chest with my chest to force him to lean back. That gets my butt to sit fully over his hairy groin with a deeper penetration from his long dick inside me. All my weight is on him. That forces my captive to perform as a man. With my knees, I begin a slow rocking motion. That drives his swollen manhood through my hole with the proper in and out rhythm. I'm showing this brave how to mate with my willing body. I'm raping him again though we're in a reversed position. Will he enjoy it? The brave struggles in my arms. I'm trying hard to give him pleasure but all he can think of is escape. Perhaps he's not Mahyee-na... His long dick may not like the feel of a tight male butthole versus a woman's loose opening. I'm not giving him a choice though. I continue to force the man's rape of me. My asshole becomes used to his size and he slips more easily in me from his lubricating precum. From my visit with the Moss-bowl warriors, I've become very experienced with male pleasuring. This I'm proving to the enemy brave. Even if he only lusts for women, my efforts should stil be able to get him to cum. My butthole squeezes his hard dick when it pulls from me. His forward stabs make me moan. My butt can perform like a squaw's front opening in sex. With enough rubbing, I'll be able to fulfill the man's need which in turn will satisfy my own. Between our bellies, I feel my dick hardening. That's my body's reaction to our shared male excitement. I think that the brave's body is feeling pleasure. He has ended his struggling though he remains tense. I dare to look into his dark eyes; what I see there makes me grin: no more anger and his hatred has flown. What he shows instead is wonder in his eyes. I lift myself by my knees before dropping down again over his lap. A deep stab! Some pleasure shines out from his eyes at that moment. Our bodies pound together like stick and drum; his hard cock striking my butt. When I notice the action of his own butt over the ground, I time my downward flexing to his upward thrusts. Our mating forms a lusty rhythm. I also tighten the ringed muscles of my hole to squeeze his cock when it withdraws. The brave's eyes close to mere slits and his mouth opens with his breaths racing through his lungs. It pleases me to be trading pleasures with this young man. `He is still your enemy!' shouts a voice inside my head. A dire warning. I keep my hands tight around the brave's body; he can't move much with his bound hands around my back. Our bodies are evenly matched in size though he appears to be a few years older than me. I see strength bulging in his arms. Only a short while ago it was tested against my own in a fight to the death yet we both still live. I study the face of my captive. His is an ugly face with its sharp features and pointed nose; I don't recognize the People that he's come from. Short hair like a boy's - perhaps that's why I've offered him the use of my body. He has a slim youthful body; a nice small ass. The front of him is manly with its thick cock. I wonder if he has ever mated before let alone with another male? The brave's eyes open. He glares at me with lustful hatred as my butt gets savagely stabbed by the only weapon he's able to wield against me. I give the man a nice smile. He is My captive and I'm enjoying his rape very much. Our heated bodies continue with their struggle over the dirt. My full weight is kept over his lap so he can't escape. A dark power fills the brave's eyes. His breaths hold. I realize that he's close to fulfilling himself as a man in my ass, and when he moans out, it makes me smile. I felt his gush of sperm deep in my butt with a wry sense of pride. His butt is also filled with seed though he probably feels only shame for it. Breaths race through his nose. The brief pleasure he's shown on his face turns back into anger. We rest together for only a moment before he struggles with me against his bonds. When his cock slips from my hole, it slaps against my hard dick. I mash them together between our bellies with a forward grinding motion. My thrills build. When the man looks down at our dick rubbing, a giggle escapes from my lips. This startles the brave who ends his violent thrashing to stare at me in renewed disbelief. Strange words are spoken again. When I shrug my shoulders, the man gestures for the use of his hands. I allow him to raise his bound hands from behind my back and over my head. My hands go to his to secure them and never loosen while he tries to communicate to me. `Why did this thing?' the brave gestures. I'm unable to reply since my hands are needed to restrain his. And besides... I don't have an answer for him. Out of the corner of my eye I see my glinting blade. I feel the warmth of the man's life under me and in me. At that moment, I decide to let him live. The young brave gives me a plain face; his anger has flown. It's as if he has read my thoughts and knows that I've spared him. A great burden has been lifted from my heart. I have remained true to myself as Willow Bird. I keep a hold of the bound hands of my enemy. They feel warm in my hands. Oh, what am I going to do with him?! Our eyes meet with strange emotions flowing between us. He must know of my dilemma. We've turned our hatred into love from the joining of our flesh but our spirits are still far apart. Big Horn's voice in my head continues to warn me about this young enemy brave. Pai-alucia snorts with harsh protest. When I turn to see what's the matter, a cry of fear comes from the young brave. He struggles violently against me. A black bear ambles towards us with a growl. I grab my knife and push on the man's body to separate us. My horse pulls out his reins from the bush and gallops away. I stand for but a moment facing the bear's onrush to defend us before realizing that I'm no match for my angry brother. Like my smart horse, I turn heel in flight for my life! A terrible mashing is heard at my back; the brave's cries are drowned out by the bear's low growls. The man's voice is soon silenced. I keep running from the horror of it all! Aeiiiiiii! Big Horn has caught us! His savage claws strike at my boy lover with an anger unto death for him. His small life is quickly eaten. Oh Song Bird. You are gone from me! The black bear has you and I am left all alone. I awaken from my nightmare with a start. No. Song Bird lives. I return to myself in the darkness surrounding me. My body feels chilled. A quick check of myself reveals no injuries but my breechclout is gone. I have kept my knife. It's tightly gripped in my right hand and for that I am grateful. Where is Pai-alucia? The events from the afternoon return to me in a flash of horrible realization. I can't remember anything beyond running. With death behind me, I must have ran in a blind panic. Pai-alucia escaped but I don't know where he has gone or where I've ended up. The night is moonless. I'm all alone in the dark. A sob escapes me. `Oh that young brave!' I realize with sadness. He has met a terrible ending at the hands of Big Horn. I shake my head with surprise. No. It was only a black bear... wasn't it? Yet from inner sight, I feel my lover's hand in this afternoon's events. Was it from anger or to do that which I could not that had Big Horn assuming the shape of my animal helper to slay that enemy brave? I raise my arms upward to the sky and beseech unto Him, our Great Father to put an end to the powerful forces sweeping my life! I feel like a small leaf caught up in a storm with no control over where I will eventually come to rest. "I wish for a simple life!" I shout to night's sky. `No more whispering spirits in my head and mystifying visions to confound me,' I beg in silent prayer. I'm not worthy to walk in the footsteps of our shaman. For a long time I keep my arms raised. I sought an answer from Him. None came. In my anger, I shout out curses to our Father and to all the spirits. I dare Them to strike me dead with a mighty thunderbolt for my boldness! "I wish to be dead! Do you not hear me?!" I lower my aching limbs in defeat while the great woe in my heart pours out of me as tears. I've returned to being a boy again: weak, and unguided. Something twists inside my head; a kind of strange pain that makes all my other pains go away. I wipe away my tears and sleep over our Mother without a care in the world. Morning comes. My belly rumbles with hunger so I rise up from the ground in search of food. That's when I notice the silvery blade in my right hand. Ah, that's my friend's knife. I stare down at my hand in disbelief for not being able to utter his name. A man. I can almost see his face but his name escapes me. A greater concern fills me. What is my name?! The blade falls to the ground with a thud. I look down at my nakedness with growing concern. I don't know who I am or where I am and why I'm not wearing a breechclout? There's a feeling in me that I'm traveling with someone; a missing companion. Is he the owner of the knife lying at my feet? When I go to pick it up, an aching comes from my butt. Not the need to empty my bowels but a hurt. My fingers carefully explore between my cheeks. I find dried blood and my eyes widen with surprise. A flash of memory strikes my head like a lightning bolt. I'm bouncing over a man's lap. We're both naked! That startling image vanishes and all I'm left with is a feeling of fullness deep in my hole. I stare at the knife's long wooden handle in my hand noticing that my dick has stiffened. I'm amazed by its size. There's much hair on my groin which is a sign of maturity that I didn't expect. I remember only being ten years old. My hand drops to my dick for a feel. It's big! I pull back my foreskin to free its knob; there's an oozing coming from it. Not watery like piss but a stickiness like that of running tree sap. A sharp thrill goes through it at my touch. I take a quick look around to be sure that I'm alone. My pulls begin over my erection as I stand in a body that's not mine. The thrills build up. My fingers occasionally tickle over my large balls while my thumb presses into my groin hair. To enhance my pleasure, I imagine something: I'm sitting naked over that man's lap, bouncing over it. His hand is wrapped tightly around mine to guide my pulling over my hard pole. He smiles at my lusty efforts. I want to show him something at the end. He expects it. My eyes are tightly shut when the pleasure in my dick becomes intense. My hand reaches back to feel over my butt humping in and out while in the front of me, my stabs go through my tight fingers. The man reveals the same pleasure on his dark face that I'm feeling. He stabs his dick through my butt. I cry out when something squirts out of me. My eyes open to see white pissings coming from my surging pole. They fall at my feet. My butthole is pained. I gasp in surprise when thinking that that man had stuck his dick into my bottom! I breathe strongly through my mouth. A fear grips me for a moment that I've hurt myself. No. There's no pain. My eyes widen with the realization that my body has grown like a man's; I'm able to squirt out seed! It fills me with pride. I dance over the ground from the wonder of it all. My foot strikes at the handle of the blade stuck in the dirt behind me so I pick it up and continue my game. When I'm done playing, I remember my hunger. My body feels weary from having pissed out that white stuff but I feel a sense of relief from it. I release a weary sigh and go off in search of that which I do not know. My walk becomes a long one. Father Sun has risen to the top of His sky while the rolling plains around me never seem to end! My mouth becomes thirsted. I am lost without knowing which way I should travel. Where is my father? Why have I been taken from camp to be left out here all alone? In the distance, I spy horsemen. I shout out to them while raising my hands for attention. They ride towards me. In the pit of my stomach, I sense the wrongness of my actions yet in my hand is the wondrous silvery blade. It will protect me. Three men on horses come to face me. Two of them are warriors with the feathers of the eagle in their short hair. They are not of my People. The third rider is a young brave with long hair. I gasp when recognizing his face yet I cannot speak his name or to think of anything more about him. Who is he? Strange words are spoken to me. The three-feathered warrior reverts to hand gesturing which I can understand. He asks me who I am and what I'm doing here. `I am lost,' is my gestured reply. The single feathered warrior laughs. He whispers something to his older companion and points at my knife hand. The young brave stares at me in wonder. The older warrior addresses the brave with many words spoken between them. Then they move their horses to surround me. I raise my blade hand in preparation of their attack. When I'm about to try running past their encirclement, a soft voice calls out to me with words I can understand. "Don't run," warns the young brave. "If you try, these warriors will kill you." I gulp nervously in my throat. His words sound true. I am no match for three riders on horseback. I turn to face the brave and ask, "Who are you?" "They call me `Ghan-an-tonka' which means `Buffalo Ear' in their tongue but the name given me by my father is Second Bird." "You weren't born of their tribe?" I ask while gesturing to the two warriors. "No. I was of the Split Muddy River Tribe before they captured me a few summers ago. Now I'm a newly named brave of their People." I get chills down my spine from the familiarity I feel for this brave. It comes from his soft voice, the features of his face and his kind manner towards me. From the other two men I sense danger. I step closer to Second Bird. Our eyes meet. The brave tries to keep his face plain of emotion but I can sense his recognition for me in them. He slowly drops down from his horse to greet me. We stand at about the same height and have the same length of hair and share facial features. He must be of my People! "You haven't given me your name or which tribe you're from," the brave asks. I lower my head in fear and shame. "You must believe me when I tell you that I cannot remember. I don't know my name or where I've come from." Tears sting my eyes and they fall to my cheeks in a boy's display of weakness. Second Bird frowns. He speaks with the older warrior in their language, likely telling him what I've said. They'll probably kill me for not telling them what they want to know. I'm not trying to protect the location of my People or myself! I just don't know. Father Sun beats down on my back. Sweat drips down my body and makes tickles over my butt. When I scratch them away, the single feathered warrior smiles at me. He has an interest in my body that excites me in a strange way. Hasn't he seen a naked boy before? After a lengthy discussion, the young brave addresses me again. "The two warriors say that you are strange. It has put them off from killing you so my advice is to remain calm like a stone spirit. I've made up a name for you and have given it to them. Guard against what you may reveal through hand gesturing. Only talk with me if you want to live!" Hope rises in my heart. "You're trying to help me?" Second Bird nods. "They're interested in your Wa-ha blade. It's of no use to you while you're facing the three of us so why not make a gift of it to our leader?" I look down at my shiny knife and decide upon it. The brave's words are true but I'd be losing the only thing that I have left. I'm alone and naked without hope unless I listen to Second Bird. He gives me a direction to walk in. I approach the three-feathered warrior on his horse. His hair has been cut back to the length of a boy's but his weathered face reveals his true age. In a show of strength, I raise my knife to the sky as if stabbing Father Sun. This alarms the two warriors. With deliberate effort, I lower my hand in an arc to present the warrior with my nameless friend's knife. His outstretching hand takes the gift from me. `That blade is death,' I gesture to the warrior when he examines his new prize. I don't know what had come into me to say such a thing; a boy's lie or from some inner sight that I didn't know I possessed. `Your death, likely.' the warrior gestures in reply while he laughs. He proudly displays his Wa-ha knife to the envy of the other warrior before slipping it within his thong belt. "That was wise of you," whispers Second Bird as he mounts his horse. "Keeping that warrior happy will make you live longer. I don't know if you've really lost your memory but continue to act like a cute young boy." Second Bird thinks I'm cute? It's an unusual thing to say but I take his words to heart. I find the brave a handsome man but you won't hear me telling him that! He offers me his hand and I'm lifted up to ride behind him. We ride bareback without even having a blanket between our sweaty bodies and the horse. I notice that the brave lacks a rear flap. I'm not even wearing a breechclout so his butt presses onto my hairy groin when he kicks his horse into a gallop. We ride through the low hills to some unknown destination in the left-handed direction of Father Sun's falling face. I enjoy holding onto Second Bird and get an erection from our touching bodies. He must surely feel my body's excitement. Some food is passed back to me when the two warriors aren't looking. When I try to question the brave, he shoos me to keep quiet. Everything that's happened to me is a mystery. I think that I'm a prisoner yet my hands aren't tied. If I wanted to escape, I wouldn't get very far before being chased down. No. There is much danger here for me. Second Bird is trying to protect me from these two warriors. Our horses are eventually slowed to a walk to rest them. The brave reaches back to my long dick and slips it into his bottom. I embrace him more closely so that the two warriors won't notice. I'm not sure what he intends but the rubbing of our nakedness is very thrilling for me. I sneak my hand under his front flap and discover that he's also excited in a man's way. Second Bird squirms against my thighs. It gets my hard dick to find entry into his butt and stick all the way inside! My eyes widen. The rolling motion of our horse forces my stabs. I'm surprised that the young brave doesn't try to push me away. He wants me to be in him? I press my face into the brave's sweaty back to hide myself. He's making me perform something in his butt that's strange but it feels wonderful to my dick. I'm reminded of my daydream where I'm sitting in a man's lap with his dick in my bottom. With this young brave, the positions are reversed. I cling to his body and make many pleasurable thrusts between his sweaty cheeks. It's like my body is familiar with the act though my head cannot remember it. I become embarrassed. Though the thrills are building in my loins, my head denies the reality of my act with this man. I try hiding myself from what we do. A song comes to me which I try singing. The brave nudges me to keep quiet so I try holding my breaths. That only deepens the thrills in my erection. I'm really stuck inside his butt? My butt slips over the sweaty back of our horse. It's a very sensual feeling of warm naked bodies. My groin hair brushes against the brave's soft cheeks while my dick keeps sticking through his tight hole. It reminds me of how a girl at the river had put my long dick into her front opening in a kind of game. She had laid on top of me and did all the work. My erection was forced through her cunt which must have caused some pain because of her many outcries. When I cried out, she had gotten off me to look at my dick. Her fingers had rubbed over my dry pole with much relief. Now a man forces me to play this same game again. I get a thrill from it when my dick slides in and out. His butthole feels tighter than the girl's opening. I look down at the action of his butt pressing against my hairy groin. My erection is deep inside it. Moving... moving with each stride of our horse. I grip the brave's hips so that I can move faster. That gets my dick to surge with pleasure! I feel a warning tingle in my balls and my dick explodes deep in his butt! My sight fades as several powerful squirts come out. Much pleasure for me. I don't know if I've cried out. The single-feathered warrior slows his horse to ride up beside us. He looks at me but I avoid his seeking eyes. Some words are spoken between him and the brave. The warrior then reaches his hand between my belly and the brave's back to try separating us. His eyes fall lower. A chuckle erupts from him when he sees Second Bird's butt pressed onto my hairy groin. Does he realize what we've done? I endure the warrior's wicked-looking eyes and the obscene gesturing of his hands. He slaps over my butt and claims that he's often giving Second Bird much seed. The brave doesn't seem to be embarrassed. He continues to press his butt into my groin so that my swollen dick will remain in him. The warrior rides forward to talk with the older man. They aren't looking back at us so I'm hoping that nothing has been said. Second Bird grasps my hand and leads it into the front of his breechclout. I touch his hard dick; he wants me to pull over its foreskin? The brave slowly humps over my groin while closing my fingers around his hard moist shaft. He shows me how to masturbate him in time to my forced stabs through his butthole. I can't believe the boldness of this young brave! Our naked act has already been discovered by the younger warrior. Does he want the three-feathered warrior to catch me pulling over his hard dick as well? I can't bring myself to asking Second Bird why we're doing these things with each other. They're pleasurable acts but not to be done out in the open while traveling on horseback! The brave keeps his hand around mine while I handle his hard dick. I feel mine getting harder inside him when his humping over my groin brings me thrills again. My legs move forward over the horse to meet the brave's backward flexing of his butt onto me. It's an easy rhythm to keep with our joined bodies. A familiar motion. I'm given a flash of memory: There's a young boy in my arms while we're riding our horse through the woods. Fog is all around us. Cold. Yet we've removed our breechclouts so that we can share naked warmth with each other. My heart is filled with love for my dear friend of my similar name. I grit my teeth in frustration when the boy's name escapes me. It was something-BIRD. The young brave in my arms is called Second Bird which sounds similar to the young boy's name and my own. Willow Bird! I can remember my name! When I try to remember more things, my head feels like it's struggling through dark fog. Yet I'm given a sense of my true age and there are adult things that I am remembering which can help me to survive this dangerous situation. Second Bird pinches my fingers because I've stopped pulling over his dick. A smile comes to my face when realizing from my adult sense what we're doing with each other. I resume to masturbate my needing companion. My dick in his butt makes deeper stabs so that he can enjoy them and come out from his loins. He must be Mahyee-na like myself. My eyes widen. I roll the strange-sounding word over my tongue but it brings no meaning to me. What is being Mahyee-na? The young brave is really straining his body over my thighs. I grip his hip with my right hand and slam my hairy groin against the soft cheeks of his ass. My long dick makes a deep journey through his tight hole and back. He moans out. His hands ask for a quicker handling over his slippery foreskin. I know that he's soon to explode... me too! I look around Second Bird to see what the two warriors are doing. They have stopped their horses to look back on our frantic mating. We slowly ride between the two men and pass them by. The brave is concentrated on achieving our violent male release so he has no care about being watched or in directing his horse. I ignore the men's shining eyes and fuck the brave's ass for a second time. My lips go down to his sweaty neck for a love bite. When he grunts out in pain, I feel his squirts to my fingers. Ah, his butthole squeezes my dick! I cum in him. We both cry out from achieving male pleasure and victory. The thrills are brief but wonderful to experience together. We've satisfied our lusty bodies as lovers do. Now, we hold onto each other and try to catch our breath. I lift my face from the brave's neck to whisper my name in his ear. "I am called Willow Bird." Second Bird jerks his head around to face me with wide eyes. He's about to ask me something when I feel myself being pulled down from our horse. I land on the ground with a thud. The single feathered warrior jumps up on the horse to where I was sitting behind the brave and he pushes on the man's back to get his butt to open for a joining of their male bodies. At my feet is the warrior's discarded breechclout. I think about grabbing it and taking off with his horse. The three-feathered warrior rides up behind me. In his hands are the reins to the younger warrior's horse. My plan of escape is blocked. I slowly stand up to watch what unfolds with Second Bird and his needing companion. They fuck over the horse's back like it's for the last time. The warrior does it brutally - his hands push on the brave's back which forces his body to bend forward over his horse. That opens the man's ass to get it savagely fucked. I see no love in it. My eyes are drawn to the warrior's flexing ass beneath his rear flap. I enjoy watching the man's sexual motion there. My butt feels an itch for getting it filled with this man's cock. Have I allowed myself to get raped before? Second Bird surrenders utterly to the warrior's urgent need. His hands encircle the horse's neck while his legs are spread over the long back. The warrior plunges into his ass like a mad man. His cock makes a sucking sound that brings a smile to my lips. My cum is already inside that wanting ass and it's aiding the warrior's lusty thrusts through it. His seed will soon mingle with mine. The thought of it pleases me. Their mating ends when the single feathered warrior grunts out. When he's done shooting, he rests only a moment before pushing on the brave's body and dropping to the ground before me. `You try to hide your bold joining,' the warrior gestures. `My eyes keen like the eagle and my loins much lust-filled!' I force a smile onto my lips. He points at the brave's butt stain over my dick and I see that same brown warpaint over his cock. In a playful gesture, the man steps close to me with our dicks touching. His knob still oozes cum. My butt is pinched by him. This makes the three-feathered warrior laugh. Second Bird glances at me with something burning in his dark eyes. I look into the warrior's eyes and see that same burning. They are like me. I shudder from my half-remembered notions of man sex. Who was it that had taught me how to use my body in this way? When the young warrior is satisfied with our touching cock ritual, he reaches down for his breechclout and dons it. I feel a stickiness in my left hand. My opening fingers are wet with Second Bird's male release from masturbating him. I wipe it over my rear end with pride. At least my joining to his body was loving and had resulted in a sweet release from his loins for his own pleasure. The warrior gets onto his horse. Second Bird reaches his hand down with eyes that won't look at me. Is he embarrassed? I grip his hand with my sticky one and am brought up behind him. The two warriors kick their horses to a quick trot as we follow. My dick presses against his slimy ass when I reach my arms around his body to hold on. Father Sun nears the time when He's to lay down His weary head to sleep when the three-feathered warrior chooses a small stand of trees to camp in for the night. Second Bird hasn't spoken a word to me. I drop down from his horse and find a place to relieve myself. The single feathered warrior comes to stand behind me with a gleam in his eyes. He lusts for my butt. It makes me very nervous. My adult sense is warning me of danger from this one since he is used to taking what he wants as I've seen when he had his way with Second Bird. I return to the brave's horse to fetch a waterskin to drink from. My every movement is watched by the older warrior. He is dangerous too. I wonder what he is to that single feathered warrior. Are they brothers, lovers or simply warpath companions? It's clear that I'm their prisoner and they're deciding just what to do with me. My brother was also captured by them and allowed to live so that they can make use of his willing body for their male needs. My brother? A chill goes down my spine from knowing that Second Bird could be my brother. I can't explain how I feel this except to say that it comes from a kind of inner sight. My memory hasn't returned. Yet I can still feel things and discover the truth. It's all I have to carry me through the dire situation that I'm in since I'm left weaponless and naked. The three men set up their ground mats around an old fire pit ringed with stones. Second Bird goes to look for wood while I'm left alone with the two warriors. It's a nervous moment. The men look over my body often and low words are spoken between them. I feel much ill will from them. What are they planning to do with me? Second Bird returns with his arms loaded. He drops the large sticks that he's found next to the fire pit and begins to make a fire. I kneel at his side to watch. When the two warriors aren't looking, he whispers some words of advice to me. "These men will take your body for their pleasure," the brave warns. "If you resist them, you'll feel their blade against your neck. Do as I have. Give into their needs and when the time is right, we'll try to escape!" I signal to the brave with my eyes that I've understood. The less that's spoken between us, the better. In his eyes I see a measure of shame. It makes my heart ache for him. Has it been a difficult two years for him being in the company of two lusty warriors? When the woods catches on, Second Bird goes to tend the horses. I reach out to the fire's growing warmth. My body feels the chill from the coming of night. Its darkness could bring me the opportunity for escape. I must remain patient though and wait for Second Bird to judge the right moment for us to try. The three-feathered warrior comes to stand at my side. In his hand is a coil of twine which brings me ill boding. He gestures to me that my hands and legs are to hobbled like a horse to prevent my `wandering' away. I turn to the man and allow him to do it. My limbs are tied with expert care so that I can still walk but only very slowly. When I gesture to the warrior for something to cover my nakedness, he only replies with a chuckle. A chill runs down my spine. I'm given no ground mat to sleep over so I drop down into a sitting position before the fire pit. I don't think that sleep will easily come to me this night. When Second Bird returns from his task with the horses, he notices my tied hands and feet. Nothing is spoken between us. He goes to his sleeping mat and lies down with his face towards me. The single feathered warrior seems restless. He walks the perimeter of our camp as if looking for something. What worries me more is the older warrior. His dark eyes are watching me with the fire shining in them like a coyote. In a flash of memory, I see similar eyes of evil that approach me in the dark with intent to harm me. It's the Trickster who comes for me! I manage to keep my cry of fright in my throat. The three-feathered warrior is flesh and blood and he can be overcome with careful planning and luck. It seems that I've encountered the Trickster somewhere in my past and since I still live, he must have been vanquished. If only I could remember! Patience is needed, I assure myself since if I'm given enough time, my memories will return to me. With them, I'll be better prepared against mine enemies and I'll know who Second Bird is to me. Is he my brother? If he knows, why does he not tell me? My head becomes filled with mismatching pieces of what could be and what I wish were. I try to calm myself. What would my monedo be telling me to do? Ah, another strange-sounding word: monedo. It doesn't sound like someone's name yet it does seem to refer to someone. A man who advises me. Where is he now? I could use a warrior's experience to aid me while in the camp of my enemies tied hand and foot! I go through all my memories that have returned. What is the name of that young boy? Something-BIRD. Is he my little brother? My flash of memory had shown me that I was in love with him beyond that of a sibling. We were naked together on a horse. I wonder where he is now? Does Second Bird know his name and what that boy is to me? Ah! If only I could have some time to talk privately with that young brave. I feel that he holds the key to who I am and to all my agonizing questions! I turn my head to glance at Second Bird. I can't tell if his eyes are open in the growing dark. The fire has ruined my eyes. An idea comes to me. Why not sleep with the brave and share warmth? When the other warriors are sleeping, we can talk. When I slowly rise from the ground and try balancing myself within the restrictions of my bonds, the three-feathered warrior waves his arm at me. He gestures for me to join him over his sleeping mat. A pang of disappointment fills me and is replaced with some fear. I doubt that this old warrior only wants to share warmth with me as I was hoping with Second Bird. I slowly hobble to the warrior's sleeping mat. The single feathered warrior's mat is empty; he must be out guarding our camp while the others sleep. Smart. I reach the old warrior and he helps me to drop down to the dirt at his side. I'm not surprised when he lays close behind me, his arm reaching around my chest to hold me. There will be no escape for me this night. The old warrior settles himself over his mat then becomes still. I'm surprised that he doesn't try to take my body for his pleasure. Perhaps he's not Mahyee-na. There's that word again! I get the sense of its meaning: the sexual interest a man has for those of his sex. That would mean Second Bird and the single feathered warrior are Mahyee-na since they've had sex with each other. I too am Mahyee-na. The idea that I'm attracted to other males doesn't seem strange to me. It's as if I've lived my whole life with the love of a younger brother or a man for my lover. I think about all the exciting possibilities until sleep claims me. I awaken in the early morning to the gentle loving my man is bringing me. He's holding me from behind in his strong arms while he fucks my butt. His cock makes a tight fit in my hole. That gives him a sense of great pride for his manliness. I enjoy feeling his curved dick sticking far into my ass and pulling back. My ringed muscles tighten to give him a thrilling ride. In my heart, I feel at ease with myself for giving my dear lover his use of my body. Not rape. This warrior is my lover and I am very much in love with him! 'Oh, Big Horn.' I cry out in the dark when remembering my loss. My dreaming ends to be replaced by cold reality. I'm in the tight arms of a lusty warrior who fucks my ass but it's not my warrior lover! I shake my head to force myself more awake. In the dim glow of the fire, I see a dark shape sitting close and watching us. There's a single feather sprouting from his short hair. Behind me, I hear the low moans of the older warrior who's enjoying my butt. I endure his fuck. Second Bird's words of advice are in my head and they offer me a way to keep myself alive. It's quickly done. The three-feathered warrior digs his nails into my arm and chest and growls out like a hungry bear when he seeds me. I can feel his gush of sperm filling my hole from only lust; no love between us. When he's done, the other warrior is given his place behind me so that he too can give up his seed. I recall his brutal use of Second Bird's ass when he pushed him down over his horse to fuck him. There's much energy in this man by the way he takes me. My hole can feel that his cock isn't as thick as the older warrior's but his reach into my body is greater. The man pounds away in my butt like a mad man. I endure it as I must. Against my belly is my hard dick. It has grown long from my sweet dreaming of Big Horn making love to me. But alas, he is gone. Now, my manly display is a mockery to what I hold dear about myself and of love. The lusty warrior in my butt has no love for me but only to prove himself a man and for his male relief. I lay as if dead while he fucks me. I'm their willing captive but they'll not be given any extra pleasure from me. I try to ignore the man by making my thoughts go deep. More memories are returning. I see snatches of places that I've been and the smiling faces of my friends and lovers. My tribe is settled on a wide muddy river and that brings to mind what Second Bird has told me about his tribe: the Split Muddy River Tribe. My tribe too? Yet I've not been returned any memories about that young brave. He has a familiar face but I don't know anything more about him. It's as if we don't share a past together. He may not be my brother? Song Bird is my real brother! I've remembered that boy's full name and what he means to me. My heart pines for him though I sense that he's far, far away as if never coming back. He's not dead. Not like my warrior lover, Big Horn. Tears fill my eyes and I allow them to drop. There's no shame to mourn for lost lovers. Sobs erupt from my mouth. The man using my butt cannot hurt me and I don't care if he's a witness to my weakness or not. Only my flesh may be forced to his will, not my spirit. I wince in pain when the warrior bites my shoulder. My blood runs and his sperm flows in me when his unloving act comes to a completion. I shudder from fright when hearing the man's loud victory cry. He beats on my arm with manly pride before separating our bodies and standing up. My hole feels very full from the men's lusty use of it. To spite them, I push out what they've forced in me to the warrior's sleeping mat. Some wood is dropped over the glowing embers in the fire pit. The two warriors huddle around it and talk. They're probably comparing accounts of how it felt to rape me. I turn my head to look for where Second Bird lies over his sleeping mat. His head is raised, proving that he has witnessed the goings on. I try to get myself up so that I can join him. I'm startled by a slapping sound. It's the two warriors standing near the growing fire. They're embraced and slapping each other hard on the back. It's a strange naked rite that they perform. It's painfully slow going for me to reach Second Bird. The twine is biting at my tied hands and legs and my butthole aches me. I manage to reach the brave's sleeping mat without falling. He helps me down to it and faces me close in a hug to share warmth. The two naked warriors are still embraced in a lusty belly rub. I'm surprised that they still feel the need to spill their loins to each other. "We don't have much time to talk," whispers Second Bird. "I will try to keep you alive." I turn my ear to his mouth so that our conversation can be at a whisper. When giving my reply, he turns his ear towards me. There's so much I want to ask him! Which questions are the most important to ask first? "You must always be passive and not get them angry with you," advises the brave. "Keep acting strange with your act of being a boy who is lost. If they suspect that you're planning something against them or to escape, they will kill you. There will come a time soon when we can get away." My most urgent question comes to mind so I ask it. "Are you my brother?" Second Bird pauses from answering. A grunting sound has turned his head to the two warriors. I turn my head to look as well. The warriors are standing close to the fire with hands over each other's butt making a stabbing contest with their swollen cocks between their bellies. It's a male rite that the brave has seen often before. "If you won't answer me," I rasp, "at least tell me if I'm from your tribe..." "No. I think that you're from the Kalinlepi People who are encamped on the Muddy River. My tribe was split off from them in the time of our grandfathers." "Why do you want to escape now?" I probe. "You've had two years with these warriors to make the attempt if you had really wanted to leave them!" "I didn't have the chance," explains Second Bird. "There are two of them and never was I given a good enough reason to escape... until now. They trust me more after my initiation as a brave of their People. With you at my side, we can match them on equal terms if it comes to a fight though I hope to avoid one. I've secreted a weapon. It's only a piece of sharp flint but useful for cutting your bonds when the time comes." "Where are these warriors headed to?" I ask. "They'll be returning to their tribe once we meet up with brave Treskawa who was checking out a lush gully. The three men have been tasked to scout out the plains for the movements of buffalo and the elk as well as enemies. One warrior was discovered by the Endless Cliffs and killed. He had a horse but it escaped." "What are the names of the two warriors and who are they to each other?" "The older warrior is called Crumobia. His lover, the single feathered warrior is Heskiawanno who is quick to anger. What out for him! Brave Treskawa is Crumobia's younger brother who had come along on the warpath to prove himself. He should have arrived here last night so I suspect that we'll be waiting in this place until Crumobia decides when we should go search for him. That young brave is a good man. Not like us but he's honest and has a good heart." Before I can ask my next question, I hear the two men bellow out like fighting bulls. It's followed by a brief silence. Then they slap over each other's backs in an endurance rite of pain. I feel the rush of Second Bird's hands pushing my back to the ground. He lays over me to make a lusty belly-rubbing contest of our own. I see what he's doing - a show of sex before the warriors to keep them from suspecting that we make plans against them. I try to grow my dick long. It's an easy task with the naked warmth of the brave coaxing my manly excitement. Already, I feel his erection forming above mine. The two men come to watch us. We put on a good show with Second Bird holding down my bound arms to the ground over my head while he grinds his hard body over mine as if forcing sex with me. Crumobia says something. In reply, the brave ends our belly rubbing by getting off me. He faces the warrior with open arms and a grin on his face. They embrace. I watch their fierce belly rubbing while my dick aches for attention. Heskiawanno kneels at my groin. He traces his finger down the shaft of my erection in a tease. I hump my butt against the ground in response. The young warrior squats over my groin and sits down on me with our balls touching and cocks rubbing. The brown tip of his oozes to the shaft of my hard dick. I'm surprised that he's so lust-filled after his release in my butt and to his lover's belly. I gasp when the man slaps over my chest with the flat of both his hands. He plays my body like a painful drum. His intent wasn't to pleasure my dick but to further humiliate me. I feel a warm flow running over my belly. The warrior is urinating on me? It has me struggling at my bonds to get away. Heskiawanno laughs. His weight pins me to the ground until he's done pissing. I suppose that this is his revenge for emptying my bowels to his lover's sleeping mat. The young warrior turns to watch the two embracing men. In the arms of the older warrior, Second Bird almost looks like a boy when comparing their height, body development and overall muscle strength. He's a better match to my body for love making; our hearts are already closer than with any of those two warriors! Heskiawanno stands up and comes to embrace Second Bird from behind. I think he may try to fuck the brave's ass while the old warrior pleasures the front of him but it doesn't come about; only a simple rear embrace. My dick throbs when being left out of such a display of male lust venting. The two warriors reach around Second Bird with their hands locked behind each other's butts. They are squeezing the young brave between them. In a kind of contest, Second Bird tries to rub his needing dick against the older warrior. He's prevented from any movement. In an attempt to escape, the brave reaches his long slim arms up to Crumobia's shoulders and grasps them, lifing his weight onto the man. His legs also wrap around the man's butt. It's a clever ploy. Not to escape their bear hug but to force a belly rubbing between himself and the old warrior. His legs surge around the man's ass to mash their cocks together. Heskiawanno laughs. His tight hands loosen from around his lover's ass in defeat so that Second Bird can fully grip the old warrior's cheeks with his legs and surge with love's rhythm. Crumobia also loosens his grip of Heskiawanno's butt and holds the brave's. Between their bellies, a fierce battle is joined between their angry manhoods. I'm in awe of their naked rite. It's not a sex game but a serious test and performance of their struggling bodies. It's as if the young brave is trying to prove himself. There's much tension showing on Second Bird's face. I cannot see Crumobia's expression but the young warrior is smiling. Second Bird cries out as I imagine him shooting to Crumobia's belly. Nothing from the old man; he was only embracing the young brave's need having already satisfied his loins in my butt and in his lover's arms. After some back pounding, the brave turns to face Heskiawanno. He makes the motions of belly rubbing with the young warrior but I don't see any need in him to shoot again. He feigns an outcry that gets both warriors to laugh. More back pounding follows. I sense that including Second Bird in their belly rubbing rite was significant. They talk while keeping their wet trio embrace. My nude body shivers in the cold of early morning. I try getting up so that I can stand by the fire. It takes me a few stumbles but I manage to hobble there. My bound hands reach out to the flames. An idea comes into my head to try burning the twine off but I'd probably only manage scorching my limbs and now isn't the time to try escape. The men break up their big hug and fetch their breechclouts from the ground. Second Bird playfully slaps over both of the warriors' butts. When his body is covered, he comes to the fire to speak with me. His attitude is changed; more hostile towards me. Is it an act or has something really changed between us? "I've been initiated into their society of the Mah-na-yee," boasts Second Bird. "It's an honor for me since I'm now considered an equal to them sexually. No longer may Heskiawanno rape my butt or demand that I suck on his dick to please him. He must ask first to see if I'm willing. You have assumed my lowly position of bito-wan-ahee which means boy/sex captive. We may force our manly needs upon you whenever we want while ignoring your needs." I swallow nervously in my throat. Has Second Bird turned against me? I glance at the two warriors watching my reaction and realize that it's only for show. My head droops in a display of great disappointment and hopelessness. The brave turns away from me in a huff to check on the horses. I kneel before the fire while enduring the warriors' eyes on me. What are they thinking? My butt should have satisfied them, so too Second Bird's performance of acting hostile towards me. I'm a boy alone amongst lusting enemy men who hate me as Willow Bird, a person. Only my bare flesh interests them. The warriors leave me after a lengthy inspection. I don't think they are easily fooled. Second Bird and I must keep up our act to give them proof through deeds; not simple words and mock facial expressions of loathing for each other. I'm depending on that brave to guard my very life! I hope that trust won't be betrayed. Second Bird returns with a small pouch of dried meat that is passed around. The warriors eat first. After the brave eats, he tosses a morsel at my feet for my meager breakfast. I chew down the stick of jerky while ignoring the men's grins. Afterwards, chores around camp are performed; I'm ignored. Crumobia is always looking out from the trees for something... Ah - for someone. He's hoping that his brother Treskawa will soon arrive. Father Sun rises in His sky towards noon before the three-feathered warrior feels the need to break camp to go look for his brother. The fire is extinguished. The old warrior sets up a peculiar arrangement of stones over the ground to serve as some kind of message to the brave should he arrive here after we've gone. I know that from Big Horn's teachings. More of my adult memories are returning to me in snatches from watching the men's actions and questioning what they do. The old warrior comes at me with the Wa-ha knife drawn. He points it at me as if to cut out my heart! I keep my face plain. His dark eyes... there's no death in them so I stand like a tree in the storm, unbending. The man's bladed hand drops down to my legs to cut their bonds. My hands are also released. I allow myself a small sigh of relief. `Men will come to test you,' speaks the voice in my head. Yes. Big Horn still serves as my monedo. The men mount up and Second Bird offers me his hand. When my body presses against his over the horse's back, I notice that he's wearing a rear thong down the crack of his butt. No longer may my dick get into his hole from the motion from riding. Nor may that horny young warrior stick in whenever he wants! I reach my arms around my companion's body and lock my hands over his warm belly. We travel at a fast gallop. It seems that the old warrior is much concerned for his little brother. We rush past the low hills with little regard for watching out for danger. How can these men ride so boldly without a concern for an enemy's ambush? Are these their tribal lands with safe travelling and hunting? I am lost here without remembering the events that had led up to my broken head thoughts. Crumobia leads us into a small green valley. He gets down from his horse in his careful search for tracks. We follow behind while remaining on horseback and Heskiawanno circles around to keep an eye out for enemies. A small stream is crossed. After filling our water skins, the old warrior follows its bank with much trepidation. I feel cold chills down my back as if expecting something bad. Have I been here before? Heskiawanno cries out to us from the other side of the stream. We cross over to see what the young warrior has found. Crumobia drops to his knees in anguish before a pile of clothes: a deerskin breechclout, war shirt and pair of moccasins. The warriors find another breechclout with a small deerskin bundle tied to it. What grabs their attention is a blood trail. I notice that the sign for `bear' is warned by the old warrior in his silent hand gesturing to us all. We walk the ill-portent path of blood as if expecting the worst. Remains are soon discovered. Flies cover the broken bones and grizzled tissue of what was once a man. The old warrior turns away with sadness filling his face; we all lower our eyes in shame when hearing him cry out in woe. Though he's my enemy, I can feel the man's loss for his younger brother. He soon recovers his composure and barks out orders to Heskiawanno and Second Bird. My hands are bound again to guard against my trying to run away. Second Bird and I are tasked to search for wood and anything that will burn. Only a few words are exchanged between us. He tells me that Treskawa's spirit will be freed through fire. I shudder in disgust. To my People, a dead man's body can only release its spirit by the compassionate hand of Father Sun. That's why we raise our dead to His sky on wooden platforms. Burning bones will only anger Him. I shrug my shoulders at their People's strange death rite. Second Bird finds some dry sticks and loads them over my arms. When I ask where he hides his small flint blade, the brave will only say that it's not yet time for that. We return to the two warriors who have prepared the corpse for its ritual burning. It's a difficult thing for me to watch. Every part of my being cries out at the wrongness of what they do! Burning is bad. I didn't know this man yet I wouldn't wish it on anyone, friend or foe to have his spirit forever wandering the earth under the Angered Face of our Father! It's no wonder that our Peoples are at war. They believe in strange ideas and do things wrong that go against custom. The dead man's breechclout was returned to him. It must have been a grizzly task for the warriors to rearrange his bones to their proper places; some were missing and many broken with obvious gnaw markings. Oh, it must have been a bad death! My heart goes out to Crumobia for having found his brother like that. I'm forced to stand with the other men when the brave's body is set to fire and burned. It's a terrible thing to watch; the smell difficult to endure. I'm surprised to see the old warrior crying. He must have truly loved Treskawa yet a proven man should keep his moment of weakness from all other's eyes. I See a man's eyes narrowing from his intense pleasure of sex. Its result gushes deep in my butt. His male body has fulfilled my own. When I expect to see anger returning to his dark eyes, I see a pleading in them instead. `Do not hate my brother so much that you must seek to slay him!' speaks a ghostly voice. `Remember how you turned away from what was expected of you by changing hatred into love.' I nod my head with understanding to what the dancing flames have shown me. Their helpful whisperings end. In the next moment, I feel a windless breeze pass through me like the cold hand of winter. It makes me tremble. I turn away from the grizzly burning to stare into Father Sun's smiling face instead. He has already released the fallen brave's spirit unto Him so the flesh burning rite serves no useful purpose nor a bad one. I am much relieved. When the man's remains turn to smoke and embers, Crumobia turns away with dried tears over his face. We follow him back in silence to where the horses have been tethered. The old warrior fetches something from the ground. He turns to me with anger on his face. In his hand is a partial breechclout; only a single deerskin flap and thong belt. He closely watches my eyes when its small leather bundle is snapped from the belt and opened. I'm curious to see what's inside it. Objects drop to our feet. I feel that I'm in a deadly contest with matching his stare to my own but I drop my eyes to see what has fallen to the ground. There are several tied objects and a coil of braided hair. After the old warrior has opened the smaller bundles to release their power, he stomps them into the dirt. He's often looking into my eyes for a reaction. I don't know whose bundle this was or what the bits of teeth, dried leaves, black stones and the braided hair fetish had meant to its owner. All I know is that they have been ruined. The warrior had expected me to react to their desecration? The old warrior seems satisfied with something about me. He turns away with sadness returning to his aged face. Heskiawanno comforts him with a hand over his shoulder. Tears sting his eyes which he tries holding back. His proud feathered head bows to the earth. I'm very taken by his display of mourning for his slain brother. Second Bird grabs my arm to take me away from watching the warrior's grief. He is wise to keep me from drawing the wrath of these men. The bindings around my hands are untied. At my feet is the ruined sacred bundle and the half-breechclout. While avoiding the broken objects, I pick up the thong belt and tie it around my waist, dropping the single deerskin flap over the front of my body. These lusting men aren't interested in that part of me so I'll keep my loins covered with some dignity. The warriors make another careful search of the area. Crumobia finds two sets of horse tracks; one from his brother's horse and the other from what is believed to be from that mystery man. They think he may still be near. Where is that man whose breechclout I wear? I see determination on the old warrior's face to find him and to get his brother's stolen horse back. Heskiawanno glares at me when noticing my single flap. I turn to Second Bird to show the warrior that my butt is still uncovered; a strange thrill comes to me from the act. Do I want to get myself raped again? The brave gives me a small grin. I know that he likes getting his butt stuck into although he now has the right to deny the lusting warrior's advances. I've not been given that same respect as their boy/sex captive. I suppose that I'm lucky to still be alive. The rest of our day is spent in search of the mystery man and the two horses. To Crumobia disappointment, neither is found. Some old snares and stick traps are discovered but they don't impress the warriors as being significant. The green valley yields nothing further by the approach of evening. We mount up. The warriors don't want to camp here because of the bear and what had befallen Treskawa. The valley with its ill portent is left far behind. I believe that we're heading back to our previous camp in that small stand of trees. It's a slow journey in the dark. Grandfather moon is sleeping these nights and my thoughts turn to escape. How easy it would be for me to fall from Second Bird's horse and run before the warriors discover my absence. The only problem is that the blame would fall on the brave for allowing it. He also wants to leave these men. I must wait until the right moment comes for both of us to escape together. During our slow ride, I lay my head against Second Bird's back while holding him close as if he were my loving brother. The warriors can't see what we do in the dark. My head is so weary. I don't understand where my energy has gone! In my head, I keep hearing a faint whispering that reminds me of Treskawa. Strange since I've never heard his voice or remember having met the man. I'm nudged awake by Second Bird who helps me down from his horse. Cricket song fills the dark. We must be in the woods since I cannot see the stars above. My bladder pains me so I take a piss while reaching my hand out to a tree for support. Yawns erupt from me. When I finish, my weary body drops down to sleep over the ground. A great black bear comes to me in the night. I don't fear him but give the man an embrace of love. He spreads his fur over the ground to allow me to rest upon him in comfort like a ground mat. `Oh, Big Horn. I have missed you so much!' A naked youth disturbs our sleep. The bear's head turns to glare at the cute boy who approaches to win my love. I open my arms to embrace our lusty love making; Big Horn is ignored. The man/bear makes low growling noises when my kisses fall to the youth's soft body. I find his stiff pole with my mouth. His sweet clear seed is sucked out and I grin when hearing the boy's high-pitched cry. My own need takes me to the other side of his body. I lick between the youth's butt cheeks to make the way slippery for our joining. My dick slips in. Big Horn's great shaggy body shakes from great anger when I fuck the boy and give him my love's seed. There is shouting. I awaken in the early morning to find chaos in our camp. Crumobia and his lover are chasing after the spooked horses. Second Bird squats near me with fear in his eyes. I ask him what has happened. "Didn't you feel the anger of Mother Earth?" I shake my head with confusion. "What anger?" I ask. "What has She done?" Second Bird points at the ground. "She moved Her body with great anger to shake us all up. It has sent the horses in flight!" I try rising from the ground but discover that my hands and feet have been bound. Second Bird watches the warriors catch a horse and try calming it. The others have run off. With that one horse, I realize that they should be able to recapture the other two. A plan comes into my head. That will leave only one warrior to face the both of us when the other rides from camp. I manage to get to my knees and with Second Bird's help I stand. He leads me to the embers. While the warriors are distracted, he taps one of the stones ringing the fire pit with his right foot while gesturing the words `hidden flint'. I nod my head in understanding. When the time comes, I'll know where to cut my bonds. Second Bird throws some wood onto the embers to make a fire before he's called away to help with the spooked horse. I reach out to the building warmth and stare deep into the flames. They dance like mischievous boy nymphs which reminds me of my recent dreaming. That boy I was making love to... who is he? I remember Big Horn's angry growl and how he tried shaking us off his bear's fur back. What does my dream mean? My bound hands reach into the fire for an answer. There's no pain. Yet I feel my inner being burning with the knowledge from our Father! I am a lover of boys; no shame for that. Men will not understand my attraction to youths even if they are of the Mahyee-na spirit as I am. My eyes burn with the determination to walk my own path in spite of what others think of me. It gives me strength. I laugh from the great power that I'm feeling over everything that comes from the special connection that I have to our Father. I accept my destiny! The yellow flames scatter in a puff of smoke. My feet shake and I find myself falling to the ground. No. It's not me who is shaking but the earth! My head strikes the dirt with a thud and darkness takes me. I'm walking along a wide muddy river in the sunlight. The happy tipis of my tribe reach for the blue sky and children are at play. I am at peace with myself. Everyone here knows of my Mahyee-na spirit that includes loving boys. I have led my People from the wisdom passed onto me from our loving Father. I am their shaman, Willow Bird! Across the muddy river stands a half-naked boy who is nearly that age of being named a brave. He has been separated from his People. Two dear lovers have been taken from him and the doubts in his heart plagues his future. He is very lost. I call out to the boy. When he turns to face me, I fly over the slow moving water and drop into his body with my spirit to reclaim myself. I am Willow Bird, Warrior! I awaken on my belly with a tickly sensation in my butt. Someone's strong hands are gripped around my thighs and I hear his lusty gasps for breath. The man moves over my back. I feel his big dick penetrating me deeply and with the pain comes an inner explosion of remembrance: I can remember all that I am! These warriors... they are who had murdered and raped my fasting guardian, Tree Snake! Second Bird had told me as much. And who is that brave to me? We share a similar face as if he were my father's son. He's of the Split Muddy River Tribe that had broken away from our People in the time before our fathers. That explains why he may be trying to help me. A captive like myself unto these lusty men but he has accepted being named a brave of their People. Should I continue to trust him? Where are my People? I must escape and find my way back to them! I'm in great jeopardy while remaining with these enemy warriors. To them, my life is but a whim in their hands to keep or to drop like a discarded bone when they're done eating me. It makes me hate them! I'm returned to the now by the pain in my butthole. The warrior is making a brutal use of it with his dick striking inside me like a knife. My hands are bound. His weight on top keeps me to the dirt like the fallen buffalo from his spear. My legs are also bound. His arms reach around to my upper chest while he gives my shoulder kisses and small bites. I'm forced to perform as the man's bito-wan-ahee; his boy/sex captive. Our mock love-making sickens me! The fire warms my hands and calls out to me with a chorus of strange whisperings. I avoid the yellow dancing flames - no time for Fire Speaking now. A large rock lying in the ring of the fire pit draws my attention. There's something under it. The warrior is busy fulfilling himself as a man so I take this opportunity to reach for freedom. My bound hands creep along the ground. I touch upon the fire-heated rock and dig into the dirt at its base. That's where Second Bird had indicated to me where he had hidden the sharpened flint. Loud grunts come from the man in my butt. I must hurry! When my fingers cut upon something sharp, I dig around the long piece of flint until freeing it from the ground. It's the broken remains to a knife. I bring it between the palms of my tied hands and make a sawing motion with them. My chest is gripped more tightly and the warrior gasps at my neck. I know that he's close to cumming. To break the building rhythm of his climax, I thrash over the ground as if trying to avoid receiving his sperm in me. His cock slips from my butt. I hide the flint between my palms when he remounts me. His mean bites return to my shoulder and he makes a stronger grip of my chest. He intends to finish what he's started. Me too. I take the warrior's stabs in my butt while using the flint blade to cut my bonds. The fire crackles and hisses in warning. Where is Second Bird? I take a quick look around and see that we're alone in camp. Crumobia must have taken the brave with to help him recapture their horses. My hands finally loosen. Against my neck, I hear the warrior's approaching explosion. The flint blade is turned in my right hand and gripped in deadly earnest. I intend to kill him. Now! My anger is overpowering! Yet I force myself to wait for the best moment before striking. Heskiawanno releases a low moan of satisfaction. His cock still drives through my butt so I wait... Wait... I feel a gurgle in my hole that comes from the release of the man's seed. He growls out like a bear. Swift are my next actions. I violently turn onto my left side while swinging my right arm back. My bladed hand cracks against the man's head. His body falls away from mine. I roll over the ground and prepare for battle! None comes. I quickly cut the twine binding my legs and come to stand over the fallen warrior. There's a bleeding cut on his forehead; my strike has only knocked the man out. I feel a tremendous sense of power over him and to have gained my freedom. It has made me grow strong in a man's way. I pull away my front flap. My dick is standing along my belly with an aching. Below me, the sleeping warrior has his swollen cock oozing cum to his stomach. My butt stain is over it. I fall over the man to satisfy my great lust! Our bellies come together and rub. My hands reach out to his and grip them in case he awakens. My dick slides over the man's wet cock with its rush to also wet. I force our love making. No. What we do is not love. I'm not sure why I risk freedom and my very life to embrace this enemy warrior for lust's sake. It comes from anger. Great anger that centers in my loins and shouts to be released! My hands reach up to the man's shoulders so that I can more easily slide over his heated body. Our sweat and sexual oozing makes it an easy task. My pleasure is building. Our chests rub with my sensitive nipples bumping into his. My dick grinds over his cock. I dare to bite the man's chest. His blood is tasted in my mouth. Ah, my seed flows! It's a sweet pleasure to have won my freedom from this vile man. Breaths race through my mouth. Between our bellies, I feel the flow of our mingling seed. The tense bow of my body relaxes after releasing its arrows. My fingers loosen from around the warrior's neck. I slowly rise to a sitting position over the man with his wet cock tickling against my butt. It reminds me of his rape of it. I carry his life's essence within me. A sickening thought. There's a strange, dull gaze coming from the man's half-opened eyes. His mouth is open as if to cry out. I frantically look for my flint blade and grab it from the dirt but the man hasn't awakened. His facial expression is sad. I leap to my feet in fright. The warrior is dead - I have strangled him?! There are the telling red marks around his neck that have come from my fingers. My fear slowly turns to satisfaction. He should be dead. This man was my enemy and he had used my body so what I've done to him in return is a proper payment. Things must be done. Quick, Willow Bird! I grab my deerskin cloth from the ground and fold it over my thong belt to hide my dripping loins. A search of the warrior's body finds nothing useful for me to take; no weapons. The front of his body bears a long white streak of my cum. It pools in his dark groin hair. His swollen brown cock reveals its last performance in manly function. Let his lover return and see how sex was Heskiawanno undoing. It had weakened him enough so so that I could overpower him with my boy's need and slay him! It comes as a great satisfaction to know that my vow unto Tree Snake is being fulfilled. Only one more death to make. I wander around camp in a daze while deciding on what to take that I'll need for my journey: a filled water skin, rawhide shield, ground mat, a coil of twine and a pouch of smoke-dried venison. Everything else is taken to the fire and burned. To hide my tracks, a tree's leafy branch is brushed over my retreat. The open plains await me. I'm free at last to find my People! My swift legs carry me as far as they're able to go. A short rest is taken while my eyes search for signs of the enemy. None. I drink sparingly from my water skin. Without a horse, the vastness of the rolling hills can be my undoing. I must find more water and seek shelter during the day to keep the sun from burning me. For now, I'm forced to put as much distance as I can between Crumobia and myself and I know that he'll be coming after me. His lover is lying in the dirt just as they had left Tree Snake. Let him come and find me if he can. I would welcome a battle between us so that my vow unto my slain guardian can be fulfilled! My hands shake from my great anger. I slow my breaths and try relaxing my bow-strung body. If I'm to survive, I must be in control of my emotions. Rational thought is the proper path of the warrior. I grimace with disappointment. My act today has earned me the title of warrior though I've not yet been named a brave. I had neglected to scalp my enemy to show as proof unto my People of my deed. Perhaps I'll be given a chance to take Crumobia's scalp! He is a mighty three-feathered warrior that would be hard to take down by my hands alone. Would Second Bird aid me? If it came to a fight, on whose side would that young brave add his strength to? Mine? Or does he love that old warrior more than to win his freedom? I don't know. My thoughts keep going round and round in my head so I put a stop to them. Wearily, I rise from the ground and run between the hills. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- {End file: WILLOW-BIRD-WARRIOR-1 Story continues in: WILLOW-BIRD-WARRIOR-2}