Please Note: I'm writing story parts for both 'Shaman Willow Bird' as well as this series that happen to be taking place at the Moss-bowl Tribe. What you're about to read occurred a year earlier than Willow Bird's lone visit with these Mountain People. ****************************************************************************** BIGHORN7.TXT "Big Horn's Path into the Mahyee-na" A pre-Willow Bird story! (part 7) Copyright 2000-2002 by Vince Water ****************************************************************************** * 3/2002 * * "Big Horn's Path into the Mahyee-na" * - part 7 - Early the next morning, the party headed for the mountains across the burning plains. Light-in-his-steps led in front with his packed gelding followed by Coyote Thief and Big Horn leading their stallion. Morning-star tugged on her mare's reins with her two boys riding. The final leg of their journey was getting anxious but in silence. They reached the foot of Mt. Moy by the afternoon. A short break was taken to eat and for rest in the anticipation of the long climb ahead of them. The twins ran around with obvious excitement. Their high-pitched voices echoed from the sheer stone walls. Coyote Thief noticed how Light-in-his-steps wouldn't look at him, almost as if the man couldn't acknowledge what they've done together last night. Getting fucked in the dark was only for sex. Light-in-his-steps had feared seeding his wife while she was pregnant because it would get her with twins. She had almost died during childbirth that last time. The needing man sought relief in Coyote Thief's butt even though he was not Mahyee-na. Coyote Thief understood why the man was acting as he was, to shun him. Light-in-his-steps was probably feeling ashamed of himself. Their joining was brief and now behind them. Coyote Thief doubted that anything would happen between them again so he decided to keep the matter to himself. He wouldn't even tell Big Horn about last night's event. After lunch, Light-in-his-steps led the party around the tall mountain. The towering walls were too sharply inclined to climb on foot. He was looking for a way up. When Big Horn thought of asking to run on ahead to scout, their leader pointed out a distant feature between the mountains with a shout. Morning-star nodded her head. She knew what her husband had found and it marked the beginning to their difficult climb up. Light-in-his-steps pressed onwards. His band followed quickly with everyone trying to see what the warrior had pointed to. They came upon a large greenish stone. It was covered in moss; a finely carved vessel of stone that resembled a pot. A small stream ran beside it. "That is the path marking," explained Light-in-his-steps. "Our climb begins here." His wife stepped behind the hollowed-out stone to point out its significants. "Each of you must find a pebble and drop it inside," Morning-star explained. "Speak your intent to visit with my People in peace and our mountain will grant you safe passage above." Big Horn turned to Coyote Thief and gestured what was said. They fetched pebbles from the ground and approached the stone pot with reverence. Each man dropped their offering inside and spoke their pledge. Even Light-in-his-steps. Since the twins had been born on the mountain, they didn't have to partake in the rite. Morning-star busied herself with filling water skins from the stream. Straps to the packed horses were checked and tightened where needed. Morning-star herded her anxious boys. Light-in-his-steps led the others up the steep winding trail. Their long climb ahead had begun. Everyone had to walk. The rocky path took them high above the rolling plains, often winding back upon itself. Not too steeply for a man on foot. Pai-alucia became troubled though. He often snorted and rolled his eyes. It was obvious that the stallion didn't like the growing heights. Coyote Thief became concerned. He took an empty sack and tied it around the stallion's head to cover his eyes. That caused the horse to become more stubborn and unmoving. Only after much tugging on his reins and Big Horn's sharp strikes to his butt did the stallion move forward again. The path leveled out. Morning-star searched a particular wall of the canyon and saw the painted scenes covering it. She glanced at the others. No one else seemed to notice them. The drawings were ancient and bespoke of the sins of her distance ancestors. Only when Father Sun was at the height of His sky could the faint markings be viewed. And if one knew where to look for them. Custom forbade her from revealing them to outsiders. The woman smiled to herself. Not even her own husband knew about the paintings though her two boys who were of the Moss-bowl tribe would be told about them when they came of age. She tugged on her horse when the trail turned and grew steep again. None of the warriors suspected what they had passed. If anyone had seen, only then could she reveal their meaning by repeating the story handed down from shaman to shaman of her People. It was a source of shame for the Moss-bowl Tribe. "Are we there yet?" asked Pony Ear. "No. Be glad that we won't be climbing all the way to the top of this mountain," Morning-star replied. Her stern face warned the boys to keep quiet. Light-in-his-steps pressed onwards. He wanted to climb this mountain quickly though he saw how it tolled on the others, especially his young sons. Their complaints of sore legs and needing to drink water finally forced a stop. Meat sticks were passed around followed by greedy gulps from the water skins. It had been an arduous climb that left everyone feeling heated and sweaty. Light-in-his-steps only allowed a short break. He knew that they had come half way up the mountain but already, Father Sun was sinking behind the slope that would soon bring darkness. Big Horn felt sick to his stomach. His breaths were quick gasps that left his body feeling weak as if he'd been in a long run. And his belly wound was really hurting him. Pride prevented the brave from complaining though. He tried keeping up the pace behind Coyote Thief but he found himself staggering. He became exhausted. The last thing he saw before blacking out was a woman's hand reaching out to catch him... The young brave sputtered for breath. Water soaked his hair and face, running down his chest. His eyesight cleared. Coyote Thief was kneeling before him with much concern on his face. The others stood around him. "The air grows thinner as we climb," explained Light-in-his-steps. "I wasn't expecting it to affect you this soon, Big Horn but perhaps your injury is more serious than I had thought." Big Horn wouldn't look at the warrior. He allowed his lover to help him back to his feet and he feigned a grin. It was wrong for a man to show weakness. He accepted Coyote Thief's arm around him and together, they faced the climb ahead in the fading sunlight. "Are we nearly there?" asked Pony Tail. It was his turn to risk asking that. "Soon," answered Morning-star. "Your grandmother will be very happy to see the both of you." "Oh, she pinches hard!" whined Pony Ear. "And she always kisses us," added Pony Tail. Morning-star feigned anger. "We could turn around and climb back down if you don't want to winter with my family!" Nothing further was heard from the twins. They kept to themselves, whispering boy concerns to each other. Their mother ignored it all. Their father kept the pace that was getting difficult to keep up with. No more rest breaks. They noticed the growing distress in Big Horn by the way he leaned for support on his companion. Pony Ear giggled when he caught the enemy warrior giving the brave a pat on his butt. Full darkness came. The trail narrowed and became steeper but Light-in- his-steps knew what that meant. He was anxious to reach camp. He kept himself from driving their pace too hard and actually tried going slower. He had too, because of the danger from someone accidentally falling off the cliff in the dark. The warrior walked ahead with care. The Moss-bowl Tribe was only around the next bend. The strong scent of trees filled the air. It had grown noticeably cooler and Big Horn thought that he could smell the smoke from campfires. Their leader had eased the pace but it was no less difficult for the brave to keep up. His lover's strong arm around him helped. Shouts of joy were heard coming from above. A mad swirling of torch light met them on the trail and Light-in-his-steps stopped. Men from the Moss-bowl Tribe were come to greet them. Big Horn would have fallen from exhaustion if not for Coyote Thief at his side. Oh, how his legs ached him! "It is good to see all of you safely come to us," announced Frozen Finger. "Sister. I didn't expect your arrival so soon. Ah. Are you well?" he asked. "Yes. I suppose my husband had grown weary of my asking when we'd winter on the mountain," answered Morning-star with a giggle. She noticed her tribesmen's eyes on the two strangers. "This is Big Horn, nephew of the Kalinlepi Chief and that is his companion, Coyote Thief." Tension could be felt in the air. The brave was mostly ignored by the Moss-bowl men since the five-feathered warrior at his side had caught their attention. Coyote Thief raised his right hand in greeting. It was returned as expected but no smiles or kind words were offered him. Morning-star whispered something to her brother. Frozen Finger spoke to another man who rushed back up to camp. The final leg up the trail was taken by the band, accompanied by Frozen Finger walking at his sister's side. Her two sleepy boys were held in his arms. They talked merrily together. Two Moss-bowl guards took up the rear. Big Horn was half-carried by his lover who tugged on his horse's reins with his left hand. He kept himself from turning to look back at the armed men. The path came to an even-level footing and marked their arrival in camp. More Moss-bowl People greeted Light-in-his-steps' party. It was a joyous reunion of the chief's daughter and her kin. When a boy asked to take Coyote Thief's horse from him, Big Horn made an urgent gesture for a certain bundle to be removed. The youth handed it over. He clutched it to his chest as if it were a baby son. Coyote Thief was too exhausted to voice his concern for his horse but realized that Pai-alucia was likely being taken to the corral and would be tended to after his long climb. Big Horn gasped for air. He was in much pain from his belly wound and it took all of Coyote Thief's strength to half-carry his lover through camp. There were so many new faces greeting them. When realizing that the five-feathered warrior was not Kalinlepi (by his short hair, facial features and style of breechclout) their smiles turned to tense frowns. Coyote Thief was expecting that. When last he had visited with the Moss-bowl People, he was only a boy and the Spear-bearing People were peaceful and in trade with all the other tribes. That was not so now. The crowd of curious on-lookers chased after Morning-star. Big Horn and Coyote Thief were mostly ignored though the two guards from the trail kept close to the pair. A three-feathered warrior approached Coyote Thief with his right hand raised to him in greeting. They looked each other over. Big Horn had his eyes closed from the pain so he didn't notice the man. Coyote Thief sized the warrior up. He bore two less eagle feathers than himself but he looked strong. A worthy opponent if it came to a battle. The man wore a painted shirt, breechclout and moccasins. His smile was genuine. That put Coyote Thief at ease so he dropped down from the balls of his feet and relaxed. Big Horn was held closer to him. 'I am called Shakes-like-the-ground,' the warrior gestured with his hands. 'Both of you are welcomed to spend the night in my lodge.' "Yes. I thank you to that," answered Coyote Thief with words that could be understood. He couldn't have gestured back, not without dropping Big Horn. "Ah. You can speak our tongue?" asked Shakes-like-the-ground with a grin. "A little." Coyote Thief's arms shook from holding his lover's full weight against him. "My lodge is this way." Shakes-like-the-ground offered to help with carrying Big Horn and it was accepted. The brave was held between them as they walked through camp. Coyote Thief shivered from the bitter cold. Their long walk up the mountain had brought a sweat to his body that chilled him now. He knew that Big Horn was suffering worse. They both needed the warmth of a fire or risk getting sick. Big Horn moaned with pain. Yet he clutched the bundle close to his chest and concentrated on not letting it go. His shaman had entrusted its care with him, an important thing to be given to this tribe's shaman that had something to do with Willow Bird. Shakes-like-the-ground noticed the brave's distress. "Should our shaman see him?" "Hmm? I to help him," answered Coyote Thief. Their pace quickened past the many Moss-bowl lodges. He noticed their squarish shape. Unlike the buffalo hide covered tipis of his People, this tribe used tree bark. He saw that fires lit them from inside. A necessary thing to thwart the cold mountain air. Shakes-like-the-ground stopped. He pushed aside the animal skin that covered his lodge door and gestured for Coyote Thief to carry Big Horn inside. To the warrior's relief, he saw that a fire was burning in its center. Their host followed after. He unrolled a ground mat and the brave was laid over it on his back. Big Horn clutched his belly and moaned. Coyote Thief was troubled by the brave's rush of breaths. He crouched over him, pressing his palm against his lover's brow. It felt hot. "No. Don't go!" shouted Big Horn. "I here!" Coyote Thief answered. He felt Big Horn's arms coming around him in a weak embrace. The warrior brought his face close to his lover's where he whispered words of assurance. "Jeh-eb, Big Horn. Ahn teh-la jeh-eb to bate en teh-la. Ah cru-et mass, teh-la grut!" Big Horn's eyes opened. They were filled with tears that obscured the face above him but he knew who it was. He lifted his head from the mat. Kissed Coyote Thief while his arms tightened around him. It was a long sweet kiss. Big Horn gasped for breath so Coyote Thief pulled away. He made a shy glance in Shakes-like-the-ground's direction. Their host was kneeling before the fire, his eyes averted from them. When Coyote Thief looked down at his brave, he found him fast asleep. His eyes roamed from Big Horn's tense face down his chest to the raw wound on his belly. From a pouch at his side, the warrior removed his medicine bundle. Some dried herbs were crushed in his big hand. This he applied to his lover's wound, pressing his palm against it. Guilt filled Coyote Thief. This hurt to his lover had come from his hand when they'd fought in the woods. Not a deep penetration from his knife. It wounded Big Horn enough to allow evil spirits to enflame the skin. Their climb up this mountain and the thin air only made things worse. The warrior hung his head with shame. He remained crouched over Big Horn to keep hold of the injury with his palm, willing his very strength to flow into him. He made a silent plea unto Wah-Conda to help this ailing brave. The burning wood popped and hissed. Its warmth spread throughout the lodge. Shakes-like-the-ground went to his ground mat though he wasn't ready to sleep. His eyes often roamed to the two men. What he'd been told about them was true. Frozen Finger had sent his friend, Circled Eyes to his lodge in a rush to ask if he'd put them up for the night. He was told that they were a couple. That's why he was asked this favor because it was known that he shared their spirit. When his eyes wandered to their sleeping mat, Coyote Thief turned to peer back at him. His hands kept hold of Big Horn's belly wound. A play of emotion was seen on that enemy warrior's face. Shake-like-the-ground nodded with understanding and was given a guarded nod in reply by the warrior. He dropped his eyes to the glowing embers and sighed. Shakes-like-the-ground saw their obvious love for one another and that made his heart ache. The warrior wondered how that felt, to love another man as an equal. His People frowned on that kind of relationship. It had him spending the nights alone in his lodge without a companion to keep him warm. In his youth, he embraced boyhood friends for a needed release from their growing bodies. As a warrior, he learned how to make love from a cross-dresser from the Snow Drinkers Tribe who had stayed with him last summer. Nothing had developed between them to bind themselves as a couple since the man didn't feel anything strong in his heart. A soft-spirited man wearing a squaw's dress was too strange. Big Horn and Coyote Thief were a couple while remaining men. Shakes-like- the-ground envied that relationship, their freedom to be true to who they were. He glanced back at them from time to time with much curiosity and longing. Would they be willing to have him as a traveling companion when returning to their tribe where he might find a male lover of his own? Coyote Thief felt their host's eyes on them. He suspected that Shakes- like-the-ground was Mahyee-na but his concern for Big Horn kept him from testing the warrior. He kept his hands pressed over his lover's belly wound. The herbs needed to be released to work their healing and he continued to will his strength down into the brave. That was something he'd seen done by his tribe's shaman to aid the sick. When utter exhaustion threatened to put Coyote Thief to sleep, he slowly fell onto his left side, gently turning Big Horn onto his side so that he could be held close in his arms. He didn't notice the blanket their host laid over them during the night. Early the next morning, Coyote Thief awakened with a familiar pain from his bladder. He noticed the heavy buffalo hide covering him. Where was he? There was someone laying next to him. Snoring. The warrior turned to his lover and gazed upon his peaceful face. Love surged in his heart for Big Horn. He turned his head to look for their host. Shakes-like-the-ground was asleep over his ground mat close to the fire. No blanket covered him. Coyote Thief was grateful to their host for having given it to them. He slowly slipped from under it to not disturb Big Horn from his sleep. He stood up. A slow walk was made towards the lodge door. He stepped out. It was cold outside. Morning's white glow could be seen that came from the low clouds. It was very strange. On the plains, they remained high in the sky, beyond reach. Not so on this mountain. Coyote Thief had only to jump up to catch a cloud! The warrior was startled when a man joined him outside the lodge. It was Shakes-like-the-ground. He was given a morning's greeting. 'I see the wonder in your eyes,' signed the Moss-bowl warrior. 'Yes. Your mountain home is half way between our Mother and the sky. The clouds are so close.' Shakes-like-the-ground laughed. 'You should be here during winter. The fog rushing past our lodges sometimes threatens to blow them over the ledge.' 'That is so? How do your People endure such bitter cold?' Coyote Thief wrapped his arms around himself to keep warm. 'We are used to it. The summers are very nice up here. Our mountain protects us from the Plains Tribes below.' Shakes-like-the-ground realized what he'd just said. 'I am looking for a place to relieve myself,' gestured Coyote Thief. With a simple finger point, Shakes-like-the-ground indicated where he should go. Coyote Thief headed for the edge of camp. Towards some trees. He noticed that the warrior was following behind him. Coyote Thief kept shivering. He envied Shakes-like-the-ground's long- sleeved shirt that was keeping his arms and chest warm. Its thongs went untied along the middle. The man's nipples could just be seen. If it were colder, the split shirt could be fastened closed against the wind. He was glad to be wearing moccasins. The Moss-bowl People also wore them to protect their feet from the cold but Big Horn went without. He would have to find his lover foot wear and some warm shirts for them both during their visit here. The forest came into view. Coyote Thief marveled to see this stand of trees because he didn't think there was room on this mountain's plateau to harbor one. Last night, he'd passed the many lodges of the Moss-bowl People that he estimated at more than ten hands of fingers. Shakes-like-the-ground stopped near a tree. He pulled out his cock from the side of his breechclout and proceeded to piss. Coyote Thief wasn't shy. He eagerly joined his companion. Their two yellow streams made a puddle between the tree roots. It steamed into the cold air. It became an anxious moment when Shakes-like-the-ground continued to hold his cock after he was relieved. Coyote Thief noticed curious eyes on his so he tucked it back within his breechclout. Its other use was only for Big Horn. When the Moss-bowl warrior shifted his gaze to Coyote Thief's backside, an exciting tremor went through him. That was a part of his body that could be offered if this man was in need. He wanted to find out. Coyote Thief made a suggestive rub over his left butt cheek. He saw the man's eyes shine. Utter lust blared from his face for him. With a knowing grin, Coyote Thief turned to face the tree they had pissed to. He pulled away the rear part of his breechclout to bare himself back there. The hungry man was quick to grab his ass. With a trembling breath, Shakes-like-the-ground fondled the enemy warrior's cheeks. They felt soft against his fingers though powerful muscles rippled beneath. Coyote Thief clutched the tree and bent over slightly. His butt tensed for a moment. His was a proud display of manly strength. Deep within was his squaw entrance. Shakes-like-the-ground had seen this warrior's five proud head feathers. A man stronger than himself who appeared willing to get his butt raped. Shakes-like-the-ground quickly untied the knot to his breechclout. It fell at their feet, joining Coyote Thief's on the ground. At least the end of it. The front of his breechclout was still in place to cover his cock but that didn't interest Shakes-like-the-ground. His cock was very stiff in anticipation of sticking into this man's butt. Coyote Thief spat to his hand. He brought it down to slip between his cheeks and stuck fingers in his hole to make it slippery for use. There should be no doubt in his companion that he wanted to get himself fucked. He reached out for the tree. Clutched it while arching his back to stick his butt out. A strong hand touched him there. Coyote Thief felt very excited that he was about to be taken like a squaw. That was not a humiliating thing for him. His five eagle feathers proved his worth in battle and he had acted as a man when laying over Big Horn's back. His spirit was Mahyee-na. It was his sacred obligation to give himself to needing men like Shakes-like-the-ground. The Spear-bearing warrior prepared himself. He felt his companion slipping his cock between his cheeks and its oozing knob found his hole. A painful stab! Coyote Thief gulped in a breath and held it. His hands tightened around the slim pine. The man's groin hair tickled against his cheeks when their bodies came fully together, chest to back and cock in asshole. Shakes-like-the-ground didn't have a very thick dick but it reached deep through his hole. Already slipping in and out with an exciting savage motion. This man was in great need. Shakes-like-the-ground gripped the enemy warrior's hips. He stabbed him swift and hard as if they were doing battle. His heated breaths blew against Coyote Thief's eagle feathers, proving that this was a strong warrior that he was fucking. What a nice tight hole! When Coyote Thief became used to the thrusts, he reached his left hand back to feel over his companion's ass. Its cheeks were flexing with manly power. He also felt that deep in his butt: pound, Pound, POUND! The man's legs shook. Rushed breaths were heard coming from his companion that warmed his neck. Sometimes their upper bodies slammed together. It pleased Coyote Thief that his body was satisfying another warrior. He eagerly awaited the exciting ending part that would leave him with a filled butt. Shakes-like-the-ground wondered why Coyote Thief was being unfaithful to Big Horn. Shouldn't his butt only be given to his lover? His aching cock kept him from questioning his companion about it so he drove himself towards completion that would satisfy his lust and prove his manhood. Fog swirled through the trees just above their heads. They were performing this act within the forest that prevented anyone from spying on it. The lodge would have been warming but Coyote Thief didn't want his lover to see them since he was new to the ways of the Mahyee-na and would likely have arose feelings of jealousy in him. He truly loved Big Horn! This Moss-bowl warrior was only taking his body; not his heart. A squishing sound came from the warrior's wild cock sticking his butt again and again. Coyote Thief felt it becoming very stiff. He knew to tighten his anal muscles when the man withdrew, heightening both their male pleasure. Shakes-like-the-ground's deeper stabs thrilled that squaw place in his butt that was so intense it almost felt like pain. His own cock ached for release. Too soon, Shakes-like-the-ground reached climax. His loins exploded with sharp thrills for him. He wasn't able to prolong his male pleasure. Too much need in him to be released. His low throaty growl announced what he'd accomplished: the rape of a man stronger than himself. Coyote Thief had allowed that to be done to him. He felt the enemy warrior's hand pulling over his cheeks (as if begging for more stabs) and between their legs, his balls were also clutched. He was feeling the afterglow of male relief. Their heated bodies slowed but remained tightly connected. Coyote Thief grinned. He kept the spent man against him with one hand over his tense butt while fingering the man's sticky balls. Deep inside was his throbbing cock, leaking cum into his asshole. A sense of completion was given him that was similar to what a squaw felt after receiving her husband's seed. He was glad to have satisfied this warrior's lust but he had hope it could have lasted for a while longer. Shakes-like-the-ground rested over his companion's back. Breaths raced through his mouth. He also didn't want their mating embrace to end yet. His hands lifted from Coyote Thief's hips and locked around the man's chest. They shared warmth in the woods. Their bodies were joined as closely as two men could be. It was a special moment for them both. They had mated. Sperm flowed from one strong man to the other and connected them in Mahyee-na. Nothing for their hearts though. Their spirits shared in their lusty joining but no new spirit would be born from it because they were both men. The act of trying had been thrilling though. Coyote Thief wondered if his companion was up to the challenge of continuing their sexual battle. He pulled back his right hand from between his legs (that were clutching the man's balls) so that he could join his other hand over the man's sweaty ass. He made strong suggestive pulls there to force Shakes-like-the-ground's cock to stab him. "To more?" he begged. Shakes-like-the-ground chuckled. He still felt strong enough to fuck so he began stabbing his cock again through the enemy warrior's slimy hole. His thrills were slow to build up though. Little did they know that their second mating was being watched. A boy of eleven had come upon them while gathering sticks for his mother's fire. He was hiding behind a tree. At first, it seemed that Shakes-like-the-ground was attacking that enemy warrior. Then he noticed they were naked. Rubbing their bodies together like he'd seen his father do over his mother at night. It was strange that two men could also do that, thought Mist-in-his-eyes. The youth's eyes widened when he saw Coyote Thief's hands pulling over Shakes-like-the-ground's butt. No doubt that this wasn't rape; he wanted it! He knew that a man's long cock sought a woman's opening to stick into. A man had that same place in back. That's why the warriors weren't facing each other. They were having sex standing up, front to back to join their bodies in mating. Coyote Thief arched his back. He backed onto Shakes-like-the-ground's cock in time to that man's forward stabs. They were becoming violent. From experience, he knew that a second cumming could be the sweetest. His companion was proving himself Mahyee-na and in much need. Weren't there other men in this tribe who could satisfy him? Shakes-like-the-ground lifted his hands to the enemy warrior's shoulders. He gripped them while bucking into that hot tight ass. Coyote Thief was doing things with his butt that enhanced his building thrills. A tightening around his cock when it withdrew. Such a lusty sensation! He knew that his loins would spill again into this willing man. The boy noticed his own excitement. Mist-in-his-eyes reached under his front flap to handle his erection. Pulls over his foreskin made it feel real good. Watching their rutting added to his thrills. He'd never considered that two men would want to mate together. Were they acting naughty and was the reason they were doing it in the woods? Coyote Thief happened to glance to his left and saw the youth. He was going to warn Shakes-like-the-ground but noticed that the boy was beating off. That assured the warrior that no one would hear anything bad from this youth since the telling would also shame him. They were performing secret male rites. That unspoken agreement kept girls from learning about it. As much as Coyote Thief wanted to watch the boy's performance, he turned to face the tree. Otherwise, the youth might notice his attention and get spooked away. Shakes-like-the-ground was grunting. His cock had stiffened so much that it made his butt ache. The man's deeper stabs touched upon his squaw spot and that made his own cock surge. He dared not reach down to handle himself or risk shooting it off. Shakes-like-the-ground felt his nearing explosion. His hands turned to grip Coyote Thief's under arms. He lifted the enemy warrior off his feet. Drove his tingling cock really deep though the man's asshole, swift spear strikes that resulted in getting him to cum. Ah! His thrills were tremendous. Not long lasting as before but it drained the remaining sperm from his balls. He dropped Coyote Thief back to the ground and clung to his back while catching his breath. Coyote Thief was amazed by this warrior's strength. Those ending stabs from him while he was held in the air had really hurt. Shakes-like-the-ground had shot another load in his butt. He was relieved to have both feet back on the ground. Mist-in-his-eyes had heard the warrior's low moan. It was similar to his father's at night when his body slowed over his mother. Shakes-like-the-ground kept that enemy warrior in his arms afterwards. He wished that he could watch them close up, see that man's cock slipping out the other man's asshole but the boy was too shy. He also didn't want to get caught. Coyote Thief laughed when he thought about something humorous. He asked, "To again?" The weary man gently pushed on his back in reply. Shakes-like-the-ground watched his cock pulling out from that brown butt, dripping with satisfaction. Their bodies had separated. He glanced down at his cock and saw a butt stain over it. Pride filled him to see proof of his manly performance. He had done a man stronger than himself. Not once, but twice! Coyote Thief turned to his companion with a sly grin. He held his aching backside with his left hand and saw his gaze returned. Male relief was clearly seen on Shakes-like-the-ground's face. The warrior reached down for his fallen breechclout. Coyote Thief pulled on his own long cloth and secured it over his thong belt in back to cover his fucked butt. The men turned to each other. Coyote Thief raised his hands for gesturing. 'You did me well. Like the stallion who doesn't have access to the mares. Tell me, are there no other men in your tribe who...' Shakes-like-the-ground lowered his eyes in shame. Yet his hands lifted to shape answering words. 'No men.' He recalled that cross-dresser from the Snow Drinkers Tribe who'd shared his lodge last summer but he was a soft-spirited man, more like a woman who wasn't as satisfying as taking Coyote Thief. 'How about a willing youth?' gestured Coyote Thief. Shakes-like-the-ground was shocked. 'A boy?!' Coyote Thief nodded. 'In my tribe when a man doesn't have the comfort of a squaw, a boy would allow his lust to be spent in him. A good thing for them both. In return, the boy is filled with manly strength to aid his development. No shame in that.' Shakes-like-the-ground couldn't accept that. He was a good person who wouldn't consider raping a boy but he was aware of that darker part to himself. His roving eyes sometimes caught on boy butts exposed by flying rear flaps when they were at play or when he spied on naked youths swimming in Spirit Lake. He had buried his feelings of lust for them. They were too young. Coyote Thief dropped his hands to his sides. The disgust that he saw in this warrior's face was similar to what he'd seen in Big Horn when discussing sex with boys. He didn't share their strict attitude. In his youth, warrior/ shaman Snarling Bear had initiated him in his lodge that resulted in him having a filled butt. Painful at the time yet his body grew into manhood as a result. There must be boys in this tribe who might... Coyote Thief looked past Shakes-like-the-ground to where he'd seen that youth spying on them earlier. No sign of the boy. He must have ran off or perhaps he was still watching them from behind a tree. Hmm. No way to know if that boy would be willing to get his butt fucked by a needing warrior but just as likely, he was only curious about how two men did that. He decided not to mention anything to his troubled companion about them having been spied on. Shakes-like-the-ground made sure that his breechclout was securely tied to his waist before turning from Coyote Thief. He pointed back at camp. His companion followed close behind, in silence. Coyote Thief felt the silky sensation with each step from having his butt filled with sperm. It also ached but that was a good feeling and he was given a sense of completion that his body had fulfilled the lusty needs of another man. His cock remained painfully hard though. Mist-in-his-eyes watched the men go. He counted to ten heartbeats before rushing to where they had stood before the pine. The boy examined the ground. Only their moccasin prints could be found. No manly seed but he did see where the men had urinated. He reached down for a handful of wet dirt and rubbed his balls with it. A cool, gritty sensation. The youth hoped that would empower his loins with their strength. More dirt was rubbed over his butt to ritually join what those two men had done together. The boy gasped with excitement. He recalled what that enemy warrior had gestured to Shakes-like-the-ground. There were willing boys from the Spear-bearing Tribe who'd let men fuck them? Mist-in-his-eyes dropped his hand from his butt. No one would stick in his! The boy closed his eyes to bring back lusty images of what he'd seen. How that enemy warrior was taken by his tribesman. Now, that was something he'd be willing to try! A sharp hiss of anticipation escaped the boy's mouth. He pulled away his breechclout. Naked, the youth faced the tree and imagined what it would be like to have been in Shakes-like-the-ground's moccasins, sticking his little spear into that enemy warrior! No, the boy realized. He was too short to mount that man's butt unless... Mist-in-his-eyes lifted his arms. He turned his palms inwards, little fingers curling in a grip of the warrior's shoulders. It was only empty air before him but the youth imagined that it was that five-feathered warrior he was standing behind. To align their mismatched bodies, the boy pulled on the man's shoulders to lift himself. His long dick aimed between the warrior's cheeks. Stuck deep inside! His smaller body clung to the man's back while he fucked him good. Watching Shakes-like-the-ground's performance had shown him how. The boy's left hand lowered to himself so that he could beat off. With eyes closed, his imagination soared. He stabbed into that enemy warrior's ass again and again. The sharp thrills from his dick felt nice. He would soon get his balls to explode. When the boy's right arm ached with fatigue, he lowered it and grasped his butt. He imagined that it was that enemy warrior's hand pulling over his backside, coaxing his savage thrusts. His cheeks flexed in manly motion. Soft to the touch but his muscles bulged each time he stabbed into the man. It was only his hand that he stabbed through but Mist-in-his-eyes was a good pretender. He could almost feel the warmth of their bodies pressed together, that warrior's grunts of pain from getting his butt fucked. A giggle escaped the boy's mouth. He gasped for breath and held it. The sweet thrills down there became intense. A powerful squirt! He opened his eyes to watch his male release to the dirt. Watery cum dripped from his dick so he shook it dry before retracting his brown knob back into its foreskin with a forward pull. The youth breathed in deeply with much relief. The boy slapped over his butt. He quickly looked around to see if anyone had heard. No one. It surprised him how excited it felt to be fondling his cheeks. He'd known about thrilling his dick when he was a very little but touching himself back there was a new experience. Mist-in-his-eyes wondered if it would feel good to take stabs in his butt. That enemy warrior had obviously enjoyed it. He even got his filled with sperm! The boy reached fingers around his right butt cheek and touched his hole. An exciting tremor went through him. He wouldn't dare sticking one in because he was dirty. Did Shakes-like-the-ground's cock have a butt stain on it from fucking, he wondered? The boy donned his breechclout. He turned away from the tree and raced back to where he'd dropped his tied bundle of sticks. Wearily, the youth searched for more wood that his mother had tasked him to fetch. He often thought about those two men, their powerful bodies joining in sex and how he'd try finding a way of turning his fantasies into something real one day. When the warriors neared the lodge, Shakes-like-the-ground turned to his companion with his hands raised for gesturing. He looked around to see if anyone was watching. 'You go in first. See if Big Horn is sleeping and I'll enter afterwards.' Coyote Thief was puzzled by the warrior's request until seeing the guilt on his face. Ah. Shakes-like-the-ground feared that his lover would be mad at them for fucking in the woods. 'You should not be concerned. We who man/love can give of ourselves to others. I am bonded to Big Horn only by my cock.' Shakes-like-the-ground glanced down at the front of Coyote Thief's breechclout. He saw its male bulge, recalling that it had been kept covered while they fucked. The warrior nodded his understanding. Yet he gestured for his companion to enter his lodge before him. Coyote Thief smiled. He turned for the door and slipped through it as a voice was heard behind him. Shakes-like-the-ground was being given a morning's greeting by someone. That led to conversation that he couldn't follow. Coyote Thief passed the smoldering embers that centered the lodge and went to where his lover slept. Big Horn was only partially covered by the buffalo hide so he could see his face, right shoulder and leg. He slipped inside to join the brave. Big Horn woke up. He smiled at Coyote Thief and noticed that the warrior had a hard dick when his left hand brushed against his lover's breechclout when settling in beside him. "To good?" Coyote Thief asked. Big Horn took a moment to consider the man's words before answering him. "Yes. I am feeling better this morning. Ah. Where did you go with Shakes-like- the-ground?" The warrior's eyes found his and glared back. Coyote Thief decided to tell him everything. "He in man's need." The warrior's face grimaced in feigned pain when he slapped over his butt. Big Horn smiled. The warrior laughed with relief. "I am too," breathed Big Horn. He quickly looked around. Their host was not to be found so he fumbled for the knot in Coyote Thief's thong belt and slipped it open. The brave pulled his breechclout away and turned onto his back, arms raised to take his warrior in an embrace. The warrior tossed his flaps to the ground and kneeled over Big Horn. The heavy buffalo hide fell to their left, exposing their naked bodies. He looked down. His cock was very hard, pressed against the brave's stomach. Against his butt was Big Horn's cock that was getting hard. He decided on another way to make love instead of a simply embrace. "Jeh-eb, Contha-gwa!" whispered Big Horn. He spoke the Spear-bearing name for his lover only when they were alone. And when they were about to have sex. He reached for Coyote Thief's butt cheeks and opened them around his cock that was sticking upwards. Coyote Thief's face burned from mixed emotions: excitement from what his lover wanted to do with him but too, a little guilty for already having been with Shakes-like-the-ground in the woods. Would Big Horn notice that his butt was full of cum? The brave lifted his butt from the ground mat to stick his cock into the warrior's asshole. It slipped inside. His knob pushed through the man's slimy heat that swallowed his shaft down to his groin hair. Big Horn's breaths trembled with excitement. He was ready to fuck his lover. Coyote Thief sat down heavily over his lover's groin. He felt the hard cock in him already making stabs though his slippery hole. It thrilled the man that his butt was going to get filled with more sperm. The better to come from his lover than a stranger. Shakes-like-the-ground was only a sex partner. He was with Big Horn now and how his heart burst to be making love to him! With each spear thrust, the warrior parried by tightening his sphincter muscles. Big Horn groaned when feeling his cock getting squeezed. When he withdrew, Coyote Thief rose over his knees to lift his butt almost to the point of getting it freed. Then he dropped down heavily over the brave's groin. His lover's cock stabbed him deep and hard. If not for Shakes-like-the-ground's cum in him, getting penetrated in this savage way would have been too painful. Big Horn drove himself fast and furious through his lover's ass. He felt Coyote Thief's folded legs surging against his sides in rhythm to fucking him. The man's toes dug into their ground mat. Big hands pressed down on his chest to support his body in motion above him. His cock made a loud squishy sound. The brave turned to the door. He heard voices just outside that assured him they're love making would go unnoticed. Sharp thrills filled Big Horn's cock. He felt how slippery his stabs were in Coyote Thief's butt and realized how Shakes-like-the-ground had satisfied his man's need with his lover. That was still hard to accept, his warrior giving himself to other men in Mahyee-na. He felt that their male bonding rite should keep themselves only to each other. Coyote Thief bounced over his lover's groin in the joy of male sexual expression. Getting his butt penetrated was a thrilling thing, similar to what Shakes-like-the-ground had done to him (twice!) in the woods but doing this with Big Horn made his heart swell. Their sex act was much more than pleasure. It affirmed their growing love for one another. Big Horn tried keeping hold of the warrior's sweaty ass. His hands often slipped from Coyote Thief's wild humping that matched the motion from his angry cock plowing into him. What an intense sensation! It would make him cum soon. Coyote Thief felt his cock surging when his lover's deeper stabs touched upon his squaw spot. It was almost a pain. Especially since he'd denied himself from release when getting fucked by that Moss-bowl warrior. When Big Horn was finished, he'd be seeking relief in his arms afterwards. The two men were so involved with each other that they didn't notice that they were being watched. Shakes-like-the-ground stood just within the lodge. He saw what they were doing and couldn't tear his eyes away. His feet were rooted to the ground, unable to turn for the door and he feared discovery if he were to crouch before his fire. Big Horn peered up at Coyote Thief. He saw the tension on his lover's face that mirrored how he was feeling. The brave wanted to kiss him. He rushed his cock by holding deep breaths. His belly trembled from holding them inside and that got him to explode. Coyote Thief heard his lover's outcry and felt his stiff cock surging deep in his butt, filling him again and again. What a tremendous joy! He slowed his humping and relaxed his surging legs to sit fully over the brave. Big Horn's eyes fluttered from climax. Only for a few heartbeats. The warrior saw male relief on his lover's face afterwards. Big Horn relished his intense thrills but they didn't last long. His cock ended their spurts in his lover. Their heated bodies slowed. Now was the moment for that kiss! His lips stuck out in a gesture for the warrior to reach them with his own. Coyote Thief answered his plea by arching his back forward. His head lowered down. That caused the man's butt to lift and it became freed of Big Horn's cock with a splash of cum out of his hole. They kissed. Sweetly, until it grew into a savage passion with their tongues swirling in each other's mouths, wet lips on lips sucking and seeking more. Coyote Thief dropped over Big Horn's body. His aching cock rubbed over his lover's that needed to come out. The brave held his frantic body close. They kissed, breaths blowing through their noses like two rutting buffalo bulls. Big Horn reached for his lover's ass. He felt Coyote Thief's motion there with his muscled cheeks flexing under his palms, driving the front part of his body against him. Their slippery cocks rubbed. His had been satisfied so he held the warrior tightly in his arms until he was finished. They continued to kiss. He peered into his lover's dark eyes and saw intense passion in them. That enflamed the brave to stab back and try shooting his cock off again. Coyote Thief felt the brave's answering thrusts. Their cocks slid together wetly, easily because of all the cum that had escaped from his asshole. Thrills built up in his loins. He held a deep breath. With Big Horn's kisses, he was able to reach climax that shook his body with an intense satisfying explosion. Big Horn heard his lover's throaty groan. His savage stabs were given to the man in his arms and he managed to join Coyote Thief in cumming. It was wonderful. Their kissing ended when they both had to take urgent breaths. Shakes-like-the-ground watched it all. He was crouched low to the ground by the door. Under his front flap, he'd been pulling over his cock for thrills as he watched the two lovers. His heart ached him that he didn't have someone for himself. A true man who hunted, displayed eagle feathers in his hair and wore a breechclout instead of a woman's dress. Big Horn gave his lover a sweet kiss to the side of his face. His mouth gasped for breaths. Coyote Thief's was also breathing heavily. He clutched the warrior's sweaty ass that no longer flexed with manly power. Strange that this part of the man could perform like both sexes, he thought. His butt could take stabs like a squaw's opening yet hump under his hands to drive the male expression of his body in front. Coyote Thief was Mahyee-na. That explained how he could do it. A voice was heard calling from outside the lodge. The two lovers turned their heads in alarm. That's when they saw Shakes-like-the-ground watching them. In a rush, they pulled the buffalo hide over their bodies to cover themselves from sight. The Moss-bowl warrior spun on his toes. He stood up and quickly slipped out the door. Big Horn clutched the warrior over him and giggled in his ear. Coyote Thief tried shooing him to keep quiet but to no avail. He kissed the brave. Their wet bodies grew very warm under the heavy buffalo hide and their noses filled with the sweetness from having made love. Shakes-like-the-ground returned inside his lodge. He went to the fire pit. Some wood was tossed over the glowing embers and from a pouch, he withdrew some sticks of smoked meat and began chewing down on one of them. His eyes went to the two lovers. They had covered themselves with the blanket though he could still hear them kissing. When the warrior was finished eating his stick of jerky, he cleared his throat and spoke. "Ah, Big Horn. A messenger from my chief has come to ask that you and Coyote Thief meet with him this morning." Big Horn peeked his head out from the buffalo hide. He nodded in response to Shakes-like-the-ground. "Come eat something first." Shakes-like-the-ground heard the lovers whispering. Their blanket was pushed aside and out they came, their bodies bearing obvious signs of having made love together. Big Horn searched the ground for something. Coyote Thief stood strong and proud before his eyes. Naked. He was waiting for the brave to find their breechclouts. "Ah. Come dry yourselves at my fire and eat," Shakes-like-the-ground asked. Big Horn was clutching two sets of flaps and long belt thongs. He paused from handing Coyote Thief his breechclout to consider the matter. A hand gesture was given Coyote Thief who nodded in reply. The two men approached the fire pit. Shakes-like-the-ground handed them sticks of jerky to eat while keeping his eyes averted from the lower parts of their bodies. "Thank you," said Big Horn. "You said that the chief wants to see us this morning?" "Yes. His son, Frozen Finger just told me so." Big Horn chewed down on his stick. He was on his knees before the growing fire while his cock became limp over his balls. There was cum over his belly. Coyote Thief's, too. It was difficult to eat with their host while trying to ignore the obvious. Shakes-like-the-ground noticed Big Horn's discomfort. No angry eyes on him. He glanced at Coyote Thief who wore a guarded expression on his face. Had he told Big Horn about what they'd done in the woods, he wondered? Big Horn finished his breakfast. He peered down at himself and a few sniffs proved that the fire's warmth wouldn't erase the signs of love making. "I think me and Coyote Thief should clean up in a stream before we meet with your chief." "Frozen Finger said that the chief was waiting for your arrival," answered Shakes-like-the-ground. "Ah. I can give you a cloth and some water..." Without waiting for a reply, he went to a corner of his lodge and gathered up a pot filled with water and a clean scrap of hide. He set those things down at the men's feet. Big Horn didn't need to gesture anything to his lover. Coyote Thief lifted the pot and poured water over the cloth, wiping the brave's belly and thighs clean. More water was poured out. He tended to himself while giving special attention to the rear part of his body. The dripping cloth hung down from his hand. He searched the rafters for a place to hang it. Shakes-like-the-ground took it from him instead and folded it several times. He clutched it. Big Horn stared back at him looking very embarrassed. The two naked men stood up and spread their arms and legs close to the fire. Coyote Thief slowly turned. That drew Shakes-like-the-ground's eyes which fell to his muscular cheeks, reminding him of the pleasure he'd taken by stabbing into his butt earlier. Big Horn saw that. He felt a pang of jealousy. He turned his back on their host to warm his backside and to hide the strong feelings showing on his face. A hand clutched his. Big Horn turned to his lover with shy eyes but he was heartened by what Coyote Thief had done. His hand was squeezed. Feelings of love drove away his ill feelings about their host. The brave stepped sideways until he was standing back to back with Coyote Thief. He rubbed butts with him while glaring at Shakes-like-the-ground. "Do you see what we're doing?" asked Big Horn. Shakes-like-the-ground only stared without answering him. "This rite announces that we are Mahyee-na so we can give this part of ourselves to other men!" Coyote Thief heard his lover's strong words. He turned to Big Horn and saw his right hand lifting in a gesture to him that everything was alright. Turning back to face Shakes-like-the-ground, Big Horn said: "I know what you did with him this morning. I admit my bad feelings about it but they are unworthy since... Ah. I'm only newly initiated in his People's ways of male sex rites. You can take his butt whenever you're in need and I'll let you take mine too. Don't try to take his heart!" Shakes-like-the-ground lowered his eyes. Big Horn knew that he'd said too much but they were true words coming from his heart that bespoke his fear. Coyote Thief glared hard at him. He dropped his eyes to his feet in shame. Coyote Thief glanced at their host for a moment before reaching down for their breechclouts. In the awkward silence, he dressed Big Horn. His body was also covered with deerskin flaps. Shakes-like-the-ground got to his feet. He gestured that they should follow him outside. "My bundle!" exclaimed Big Horn. He raced to their ground mat and found it. He then ran to the door and slipped out to join the men waiting for him. Coyote Thief saw what his lover clutched but he didn't say anything. Shakes-like-the-ground walked ahead. They followed him past the many lodges of the Moss-bowl Tribe on their way to the chief. Big Horn glanced at his lover from time to time. Coyote Thief revealed no emotion on his face. That angered him for some reason but during their walk, Big Horn realized that he was actually mad at himself, how badly he'd acted in the lodge towards their host. Morning greetings were given them whenever they passed Moss-bowl men. Coyote Thief smiled and returned those gestures along with Shakes-like-the- ground. Big Horn could only bring himself to nodding his head and he feigned a grin. He clutched the bundle to his chest, reminding him that he needed to meet with Deep-roots-that-whisper. No sooner when Big Horn thought that, an old man stood in their path. Shakes-like-the-ground stopped to speak with him. Coyote Thief was given a few hand gestures that welcomed him to their tribe and he was asked about his People. Big Horn mostly ignored it all so deep was he in thought. He was startled from them when learning that this old man was the tribe's shaman. "You are Deep-roots-that-whisper?" Big Horn blurted. The old man nodded his head. "Yes. This mountain forewarned your arrival from the Muddy River Tribe and what you've brought me." Big Horn's eyes widened in surprise. He was left speechless. "Hmm. Come into my lodge then." The shaman eyed what the brave was holding close to his chest. "They're expected by our chief," protested Shakes-like-the-ground. "Ah. He can wait," answered Deep-roots-that-whisper. "Go on ahead and take that Spear-bearing warrior with you since I suspect that's the main reason for the chief's meeting. This brave will join you later." Shakes-like-the-ground lowered his head in respect to his shaman's wishes. He faced Coyote Thief and gestured what had been said. Big Horn gave his lover a quick sign that everything was alright. He peered down at the bundle and with eyes flaring, revealed that he had important business with the old man. Alone. Coyote Thief studied his lover's face for a long moment before turning to walk at Shakes-like-the-ground's side. Big Horn watched them go. The old man clucked. That drew his attention and he followed the shaman into his lodge. Big Horn was in awe of this sacred place. It was filled with many objects hanging along its walls, he passed painted drums standing over the dirt and a feathered totem stick. The burning sage filling the air reminded him of his shaman. A gesture was given him to sit down before the fire. He did so. "This mountain rumbled many things to me but not your name." "Oh. I am called Big Horn." He wondered what the old man meant by the mountain's rumbling. What had the shaman been told about him? "Would you like to eat something?" "No. Thank you, but I've already broken my fast with Shakes-like-the- ground." Big Horn scolded himself. He shouldn't have rejected the shaman's offer but they were true words he'd spoken because he was nervous. A boy came to the old man's side with a bowl of fresh meat. He was naked. Big Horn guessed that the youth was eleven years old. He had a really flat nose. His rounded cheeks made his eyes look sunken into his face. The odd facial features proved that he was not born to this tribe. "Ah kee-wa, Sah-omb." When Big Horn was offered the bowl, he took a piece of meat and stuck it in his mouth. And another. There was a bitter aftertaste. His eyes were all over the boy. He wondered who he was and why a youth of his age went about uncovered. "Something to drink?" the shaman asked. Big Horn nodded. He watched the youth turn and fetch a pot from the ground but what drew his eyes were the brown curves of the boy. He was reminded of Crying Loon. Both boys had nice looking butts. Shame filled him. He knew that it was wrong to look at the boy that way so he tried burying his feelings of lust. Water was poured into a wooden mug for him. He quickly drank it down. "Your apprentice?" asked Big Horn. He didn't know why he'd said that. "No. Sah-omb is my servant." "Oh. I noticed his dark skin," stammered Big Horn when he saw how the shaman was looking at him with sharp evaluating eyes. "He comes from an Ocean Tribe," explained the shaman. "I traded for him only a few moons ago and he's served me well. He doesn't know how to speak our language yet." Big Horn glanced at Sah-omb. Their eyes met and they studied each other for several heartbeats that gave him the chills for some reason. He'd noticed how the boy's eyes had fallen low on him. That sly knowing grin. It was similar to how Crying Loon had looked at him in the cat tails. "Ah. You've brought something for me, Big Horn?" The brave tore his eyes from the boy and handed over his bundle to the shaman. For a long moment, the old man clutched it to his chest in deep concentration. He closed his eyes and sighed. "I was given words from my shaman to speak to you," explained Big Horn. When he saw the old man nod, he spoke them. "The fatherless boy comes of age next summer. My shaman believes him to be the One who will protect the People from Darkness. This bundle contains the things that boy will need for his initiation into manhood so bless it with the Light from our Father." Big Horn closed his mouth. He studied the old man for his reaction but was disappointed. The shaman set down the bundle at his side and said nothing. Silence filled the lodge. When the brave couldn't stand it any longer, he spoke in the hope of gleaning something from the shaman. "Is that what your mountain rumbled to you?" "Hmm?" "That I was bringing you this bundle?" asked Big Horn. The old man sighed. "Yes. And that you would give me something of yourself to keep these old bones of mine on our Mother for a while longer." "I... I don't understand." "Ah! You will, Big Horn." The shaman's words unsettled Big Horn. He didn't know what they meant. His eyes wandered to the naked youth standing before him and that's when he noticed the boy's pole. No longer sleeping over his balls, it grew stiff and came to stand against his groin with its foreskin peeling back. A rosy knob popped out. Big Horn felt the blood rush into his cock and was glad that his front flap hid it. The lodge became uncomfortably warm. "I think he likes you." Big Horn felt his face burning. He kept his mouth shut since any answer he'd give would further embarrass him. The shaman decided to press the matter. "I'm hoping that Sah-omb will be able to give me a drink of his youthfulness by next summer. I'm getting on in years. My balls have dried up and his are not yet ripe to perform that rite as much as I've tried to take seed from him." Big Horn grew wide in the eyes. He couldn't believe what the old man had just told him. Did he hear right? That the shaman wanted to suck on... "Toa Sah-omb ant?" the shaman asked. "Eh ah?" "Kee-wa," the boy whispered. "Pe-aht nee aht krost de-ah bee-tee pihn mee-wa, so tre ghe-may toa bee-tee ant." Big Horn peered at the shaman's face to glean the meaning to what had been spoken between them. Deep-roots-that-whisper smiled knowingly. "I only know some of his words," the shaman explained, "but I think Sah-omb had asked if you want him." "What?" Big Horn blurted. Deep-roots-that-whisper shrugged his shoulders. "He is my servant but I was told that he likes giving himself to men. His body is marked thus. Even if he can't squirt yet, the boy enjoys the act of trying. See his excitement?" Big Horn looked at the boy's erection. A powerful lust seized his loins and before he knew what was happening, Sah-omb pointed his dick at his mouth and it slipped in. His chin pressed against the boy's balls. His nose filled with the clean lime-smell of his groin. Small stabs began. This didn't seem real to Big Horn. He knew that he was sucking the boy and enjoying it. His hands lifted to reach around for Sah-omb's wiggly butt. Small hands clutched his shoulders and surged. More stabs. The brave was utterly in this boy's control, doing this thing to him and forgotten were his earlier feelings of shame. Sah-omb cried out. Big Horn felt the boy's strong throb against his tongue and in the next moment, his pole slipped from his mouth. The lodge seemed to spin. Big Horn tried swallowing in his dry throat. He wanted to drink water to rinse away the bitter flavor in his mouth that had come from eating that seasoned meat. The brave's eyes widened. He recalled Coyote Thief's initiation for him into the Mahyee-na that began with a similar meal. Was this shaman performing a similar ritual for him? There was a coolness felt between his legs. He looked down and saw the front flap to his breechclout in Sah-omb's hands. His cock stood up hard and strong for the boy to see. Big Horn watched the boy dropping his head into his lap and a slippery warmth came around his cock. It felt good. He eyed Sah-omb's little butt. Yet bad feelings arose in his heart that warned him that this was wrong. He tried closing his eyes but that made his head spin even more. The shaman said something. Big Horn's head was in turmoil with conflicting thoughts: pleasure from getting sucked, that a boy was doing this instead of his warrior lover and why was the shaman allowing it in his sacred lodge? Big Horn was right to suspect that the meat he ate had been flavored with red capped mushrooms. The same thing Coyote Thief had given him during his initiation into the Mahyee-na. The shaman smiled knowingly. He saw how the brave was being affected and awaited the conclusion to his rite. Sah-omb gripped the brave's upper legs. His head bobbed over the man's hairy groin, sucking on his big cock that made him gag when he stuck too much of it in his mouth. He heard the man's low moans of pleasure. His strong hands tried pushing him away but only half-heartedly. The boy struggled to get a drink from his loins. Big Horn couldn't believe what was happening. His head was in a fog. He felt out of control, enjoying the boy's tending but too, his heart ached him. This was wrong! He tried pushing the youth away. Sah-omb felt the man's cock getting very stiff in his mouth. He gripped the brave's legs with all his strength. Sucked on his big cock expertly. Back at his tribe, his small body had pleasured many needing men when they stuck into his mouth or up his butt. It was his sacred obligation to satisfy them. Big Horn wouldn't surrender himself to the boy. He pushed against his chest and felt his cock pulling from the youth's mouth. Too late though. An explosion came from him. It was a thrilling release but tainted with feelings of guilt. Sah-omb pulled away. He peered down at the brave while swirling his thick cum in his mouth that he'd won. The youth turned and went to the old man with fierce eyes. Big Horn gulped for air. He watched Sah-omb approach the shaman and kiss him. No. The boy simply passed what was in his mouth to the old man's. His small body was clutched. His erection was taken into the shaman's mouth and sucked on. It was a strange rite that didn't seem real. None of this did. Big Horn struggled for control. He couldn't close his eyes because that made his head dizzy. His whole body felt very shaky. He dug fingers into the soft dirt to prevent himself from keeling over. A high-pitched cry was heard. Big Horn watched the boy's ending stabs in the shaman's mouth. His little butt was lovingly held, humping in the old man's hands. Guilt filled the brave. He looked down at himself and saw his oozing cock resting over his balls. How had he been tricked? His male release should only have gone to his warrior. A wave of dizziness filled Big Horn's head. He fought the darkness and wondered what was wrong with him. When he opened his eyes, Sah-omb was standing in front of him holding a mug. "Drink, Big Horn. The sun water will clear your head." Sah-omb handed Big Horn the filled mug and had to help him drink it down. The drink was sweetly flavored, reminding the brave of flowers and sunshine. Strength slowly returned to him. The dizziness passed. He noticed that the boy was sitting in his lap. "I thank you, Big Horn. You've completed the rite that will keep me on our Mother for a while longer." Big Horn felt embarrassed. Having his seed sucked from him by this boy and passed to the old man was done in ritual significants? "Keep this matter to yourself," the shaman asked. His eyes flared. "I will," Big Horn promised. That didn't ease the guilt in his heart because his cock was bound to his lover with its manly performance. The boy had stolen his sperm but the shaman needed it; a ritual to prolong his life. "Does your shaman have an apprentice?" the old man asked. Big Horn was startled from his troubled thoughts. Sah-omb wiggled in his lap but he stared at the shaman and spoke. "No. He too is getting on in years." "Hmm. But you know whom he spoke of, that boy who is to be the One." Big Horn only nodded his head in reply. "I've Listened to this mountain's many rumblings," the shaman explained. "Darkness is coming to cover all our tribes unless it can be stopped!" His bony fingers stuck out in a warding off gesture to evil. Chills raced down Big Horn's spine. He clutched the boy in his lap as if to protect him. Sah-omb sighed in reply. His soft butt humped against his loins, filling them with excitement. That surprised the brave since he'd only just come out from them. Sah-omb enjoyed sitting in the brave's lap. His folded legs pressed over the man's with his toes digging into their ground mat. He straightened his back. It was a warm embrace that he shared with this man but he hoped it would lead to joining their bodies. Big Horn wanted to let the boy go. He noticed how his hard cock pressed against Sah-omb's cheeks, throbbing and oozing against his lower back. When the youth raised himself slightly, Big Horn loosened his arms around him but the boy didn't stand up. He sat back down in his lap. His cock was mashed. "I was not given his name, Big Horn." "What?" The brave lifted his eyes from Sah-omb and faced the old man. He thought over what had been asked him and spoke. "It is Willow Bird." "A fatherless youth?" the shaman asked. Big Horn nodded. "Who is that boy to you?" "Ah. I have been Willow Bird's monedo since he was ten years old." The shaman peered back at him with piercing eyes that made Big Horn become afraid. Would he see his love for that boy that was hidden deep in his heart? "Willow Bird, eh? He will be named a brave by next summer's eve?" "Yes. I've been teaching him the skills he'll need when becoming a man. He has already passed his survival test." Big Horn endured the shaman's long stare without flinching. He wondered if his face had been too revealing. "Willow Bird is like a son to you." Big Horn dropped his eyes and nodded. "I too had grown up without a father. That has been hard for Willow Bird but I've tried to take his place as the boy's monedo." "And you love him." Fear squeezed Big Horn's heart. His innermost secret has been revealed to this old man! "Do not be ashamed, Big Horn. The boy needs you to teach him about such things if he's to lead the People." "As shaman?" The old man nodded. "And much more. This mountain has told me so." Big Horn peered at the shaman but nothing more was forthcoming from him. He reviewed what had been said and wondered if they were talking about the same thing. Sah-omb's humping drew the brave's attention. He watched his cock slipping between the boy's cheeks with dread. Yet a sharp aching filled him to make love to this youth but his head warned him that it was wrong to do so. He loosened his arms around the boy. Small hands raced to Big Horn's hands to keep them locked over his chest. Sah-omb wasn't about to let this man go. He almost had him trapped in his butt! A fierce struggle grew in Big Horn. He knew what Sah-omb wanted to do with him and lust tempted him to make that happen. The boy's humping tried coaxing his cock inside him. He resisted. To do so would be wrong. That part of himself was only for his lover! A warrior who knew what he was doing so how could this young boy understand the ways of the Mahyee-na? Sah-omb trembled with excitement. He spread his legs over the man's and lifted his butt, a hand reached back to point the oozing cock he found between his cheeks and he sat down heavily. A gasp of pain escaped the boy's mouth. Big Horn also gasped. He felt his knob penetrating the boy's tight hole, slipping through slimy warmth until his balls pressed against his wiggly cheeks. He glanced at the old man in fear. "Give it to him, Big Horn. He could use your manly strength to speed his development. I need to drink of his youthfulness." Big Horn closed his eyes as if in denial to what the boy was doing and what he heard the shaman tell him. His stabs were forced. Thrills built up in his cock from fucking Sah-omb yet he knew it was wrong! When Big Horn felt a wave of dizziness, he opened his eyes. Sah-omb's little butt was seen humping against his groin. His hard cock was deep inside it, being made to stab the boy who had his hands flat against his thighs to help lift his small body up and down. The brave felt them trembling from the effort. He could no longer resist the urge to fuck him properly. Big Horn slipped both hands through the boy's armpits and gripped his slim shoulders. He pulled Sah-omb down hard over his cock to stab him good. His hands relaxed when the youth pushed against his thighs, lifting his butt up for a moment before dropping down again. It became a lusty rhythm with their bodies. The brave no longer questioned what he was doing to the boy. It felt good and was what Sah-omb wanted done to him. When Big Horn glanced at the old man, he saw his head nod in approval. It was difficult to see the shaman's knowing grin. He dropped his eyes in shame. Sah-omb's little butt drew his eyes. The brave watched it getting impaled on his cock again and again, sweet thrills for him and he wondered if the boy was in much pain. Guilt tugged at his heart by what he was doing. Singing breaths blew through Sah-omb's nose. He made his small body move faster over the brave's, enjoying the savage cock thrusts up his butt that would result in getting it filled with man cum. Big Horn's struggle grew within himself. His utter lust was losing control to be replaced by feelings of guilt. He was bound to Coyote Thief. Only with that man should his cock perform because of their sworn love for each other! Sah-omb felt the brave's hands tightening over his shoulders. They prevented him from bouncing over the man's groin. Their fucking stopped. The boy wondered if the man had shot in his butt yet there were no revealing throbs deep in him nor had he heard any ending moans. "Ah teh toa?" asked Sah-omb in a small voice. "Toa Sah-omb, neo pist eh?" Big Horn heard the boy's whispered plea. "I can't!" he uttered hoarsely. The brave buried his face in the youth's neck. Sah-omb turned to the old man in disappointment. The shaman shrugged his shoulders. Big Horn gasped for breath. He clutched the youth close to his chest, his hands pulling down over Sah-omb's shoulders to keep his body still. His cock was still deep in the boy's butt. Aching him to continue. It was a difficult struggle to keep his lust under control. Sah-omb began pulling over his erection. He couldn't get his butt to perform yet this thing he could do to pleasure his aching loins. He knew that nothing could shoot from his pole. The boy tried anyway. Big Horn felt the boy's action. He opened his eyes and peered down the front of him, watching the small hand pulling over his skinny dick. Breathy cries came from the youth. He struggled to pleasure himself in spite of not being able to get his butt fucked. Sah-omb noticed the man's attention on him. He gently rubbed his head against the brave's and turned his face to him, showing the man how he ached! Their eyes met in secret understanding. Hope filled the youth. He tightened his cheeks around the stiff cock in him, squeezing it hard for a moment before relaxing his cheeks. Strong pulls over his erection made it tingle with sharp thrills. He held his breath to deepen that sensation. Big Horn watched the boy's left hand flying over his erection. It was a thrilling thing, amusing to see and he felt a measure of excitement in his own loins by the way his cock was being squeezed. He remembered how it felt to fuck Crying Loon. That boy wasn't as willing as Sah-omb to get his butt stuck. Holding breaths made Sah-omb's belly tremble. Yet he was rewarded with sharp thrills from his dick. He pulled its foreskin back and forth, his rosy knob popped in and out with a sucking sound. His trapped butt tried humping against the man's hairy groin. Inner muscles were tightening and loosening around that stiff cock he so much wanted to get exploding in him! Big Horn noticed that his body was flexing under the boy's. Small stabs were given to his tight butt. He couldn't help himself. Watching Sah-omb's need to masturbate and fucking his butt was too much for him to ignore. The man reluctantly joined into the boy's male rite. Sah-omb relished the man's use of his small body. He endured the powerful stabs in his butt that made his dick surge, tingling with thrills that brought the boy to a sudden climax. He cried out in his high-pitched voice. Big Horn heard the boy's joyful cry. His cock was squeezed hard and that brought him to a violent climax. He pumped lots of cum into that tight butt. Gone were his feelings of guilt. Their eyes met in secret understanding of what they had done together. Sah-omb lifted his face to kiss him. He couldn't deny the boy's passion. Their lips pressed together and drank in each other, fiercely and with much love that sent the man's spirit flying like an eagle. Eventually, Big Horn fell back to the earth. He pulled from the boy's face when feelings of guilt squeezed his heart. This shouldn't have happened! He was promised to another, a man bound to him in Mahyee-na so how could he have let a mere boy win his heart? Big Horn buried his face in the youth's neck. Tears stung his eyes that he shut tight to prevent their falling. He was feeling wretched. A strong hand was felt over his shoulder. That startled the brave. He turned his face at the old man kneeling beside them. Understanding was on the shaman's face for him. "You try too hard to deny your spirit, Big Horn." "I am bound to Coyote Thief!" the brave gasped. "This boy and I shouldn't have... done this thing." He was going to say 'loved'. "You have done nothing wrong," the shaman answered. "Sah-omb gave himself and you accepted his love, Big Horn. You are not a bad person because of it." Big Horn had to turn away. He couldn't be swayed by the shaman's words when his heart was in pain. He had betrayed his lover. Sah-omb was unaware of the brave's troubles. He slipped from the man's arms and stood up sideways, his small hand rubbing over his cheeks with a grin. The shaman clapped his hands and laughed. That sent the boy prancing around the fire pit in glee. He stomped the ground with his feet, thrust his groin forward (that sent his dick flying) and slapped over his butt when he performed the dancing steps of the Hunter. The boy was very happy. Big Horn's grim mood left him when he watched the youth. Sah-omb nude body performed the victory dance that brought a grin to his face. The shaman clapped his hands together to set the boy's rhythm. It was a beautiful thing to watch. The lodge began to spin. Big Horn heard a loud buzzing in his ears and a heavy weight pressed down on his head, forcing him to lay over the ground. He tried fighting against the dizziness. Darkness took him and he slept. A dark-skinned boy chased after his lover. His sweet voice tried coaxing Coyote Thief to have sex with him and that made Big Horn feel very afraid. Not that he'd lose his warrior to another but something worse! He cried out. The shaman laid a blanket over Big Horn after tending to his belly wound. Sah-omb hung the wet cloth used to clean the man over a rafter. He turned when hearing his outcry. The old man frowned. He wondered what dreams were troubling the young brave, shooing him to remain asleep. Coyote Thief splashed water over himself from the stream he sat in. He was guarded over by Shakes-like-the-ground per his chief's command. Their meeting had been tense. It took Morning-star's assurance unto her father to permit the Spear-bearing warrior's visit with their People to continue. At least for a few days. Big Horn was sleeping in the shaman's lodge. Coyote Thief had been told that a ritual had been performed that he suspected had something to do with that bundle the brave carried with him from the Kalinlepi. An important shaman concern. Shakes-like-the-ground had taken him to the stream where he could clean himself. He pushed out his bowels that had ached him from fucking. Hopefully, no one had noticed his distress during the chief's long meeting. Coyote Thief's bath felt refreshing. He asked Shakes-like-the-ground to join him in the stream but the warrior had declined. The man's eyes fell upon his nakedness sometimes but no lust remained in either of them after this morning's sex. 'Your skin is going to shrivel like a turtle's if you stay in the water much longer,' warned Shakes-like-the-ground. Coyote Thief sensed the man's impatience. He lifted his hands for gesturing. 'I will not be much longer.' The warrior wiped sweat from his face and neck. He relished his bath and wasn't going to be rushed. A boy ran up to Shakes-like-the-ground. Their conversation couldn't be followed but Coyote Thief saw the warrior nod his head and after giving him a hand gesture of assurance, he sped back to camp. Coyote Thief looked the boy over. From his style of breechclout flaps, long hair and facial features (that reminded him of Big Horn), he knew that this was no Moss-bowl youth. He remained sitting in the stream. His breechclout was laid over a large stone, out of reach. 'Why did he go?' gestured Coyote Thief. The boy raised his hands. 'Some important matter with his chief, I think.' 'I am Coyote Thief.' There was a long pause before the youth would give his name. 'I am called Owl's Hoot.' A cold shiver went down Coyote Thief's spine. No youth from his tribe would be given such a name. The owl was an ill omen. He studied the youth and noticed that his skin was very dark, not just from the sun and there were places over his back where dirt covered him as if he had slept over the ground. 'Come join me in the stream where you can take a bath.' Owl's Hoot shook his head and made a toothy grin. 'Too cold.' Coyote Thief stood up. He noticed how the boy's eyes were all over him, that look of hunger on his face. The man's nakedness was a source of pride. He knew that his cock's size was being judged. He stretched his arms towards the warm sun and turned to show off the rear of his body. He felt the boy's eyes there. Instead of being excited by this attention, the warrior felt very uncomfortable. A sigh was heard coming from the youth. When Coyote Thief turned back around, he followed Owl's Hoot's hands flying to shape words for him. 'A strong body! I envy your proud hair display and all your battle scars.' Coyote Thief grinned. He relished this boy's praise. 'I am not yet named a brave,' admitted Owl's Hoot. 'Tell me, do you ever long to return to the days when you were a boy?' Coyote Thief was puzzled by his question. 'What are you asking me?' 'I think that a man faces many responsibilities: to hunt, lead braves into battle and to take a wife. A boy's time is short when compared to the many summers a man will live.' 'Enjoy that time as boy before then,' answered Coyote Thief with a chuckle. 'Yes. But I'm wondering if there's anything you miss in your boyhood?' Coyote Thief stepped to the flat rock where his breechclout lay and he planted his butt over it, not quite able to sit because of its height. The warmth felt good against his backside. He decided to remain naked for a while longer so that the sun could dry him. Owl's Hoot stood next to him, dark eyes peering up as he waited for an answer. 'That was a carefree time,' explained Coyote Thief. 'I enjoyed playing with my friends, watching my body grow and learning the skills I needed to become a man.' Owl's Hoot looked down at himself. 'My body hasn't grown much these past summers. I am nearly fifteen yet...' He feigned embarrassment when pulling the front flap to his breechclout away. Coyote Thief looked. He saw that the boy's dick stood against a smooth groin without hair. That shouldn't be. Not at his age. 'You see,' explained Owl's Hoot while pointing to his groin. 'I don't have a father who would help bring my development along. If you know what I mean.' 'Your dick is big,' assured the warrior with a sly grin. He felt a blood rush into his cock and was proud that this youth would see it. 'I can't get it to come out like the other boys, some younger than me!' 'Perhaps your uncle should perform a growing up rite for you.' Owl's Hoot sadly shook his head. 'I have no family. My People banished me.' That startled Coyote Thief from staring at the boy's erection. 'Which tribe did you come from?' He studied the youth's face. Owl's Hoot paused from answering. He decided to tell the truth. 'The Split Muddy River Tribe.' Coyote Thief became tense. He recalled the Split Warriors who attacked him in the woods on his journey here. 'How long since you... left them?' 'Last winter.' Coyote Thief remembered to breathe. He realized that Owl's Hoot wouldn't know about that encounter and bear ill will towards him. 'You spoke of a growing up rite,' the boy whispered. 'Yes. A proven man performs this for a teenaged boy.' Coyote Thief knew where their conversation was leading to. He felt troubled because the release from his cock was only for Big Horn. Owl's Hoot pushed himself from the rock and faced the warrior with his eyes glued to his hard cock. It was a fine display of manhood! The boy slowly approached him, stepping between the man's legs until his dick was almost touching the warrior's. Coyote Thief froze. He didn't stop the boy's advance when his erection pressed against his cock. Owl's Hoot lightly grasped his upper legs with his hands. A soft sigh came from the boy's mouth. 'Bring strength to mine,' Owl's Hoot gestured clumsily with one hand. He pressed himself harder against the man's loins. His eyes remained glued to their male touching. Coyote Thief permitted the boy this part of the growing up rite. So long as he wasn't expected to give his sperm to Owl's Hoot. The youth seemed to understand his reluctance. He didn't rub his dick against him. His hands were taken and brought around the boy to hold his soft butt. That could lead to something more but the youth simply stood against him. "I strength to your," said Coyote Thief. "You can speak my language?" "A little." Coyote Thief was reminded that Shakes-like-the-ground had also been surprised that he could speak. "I hope that something strong will pass from your loins to mine," asked Owl's Hoot. "Ah. Can you tighten your hands..." The boy turned his head back until he was looking down at his butt. Coyote Thief could understand most of the boy's words. He tightened his grip of Owl's Hoot's backside to mash their dicks. The youth released a sharp breath. His eyes lifted and revealed much longing in them. That touched the man's heart. He felt pity for the boy; his lack of development and being banished from his tribe. In the next moment, Coyote Thief was embraced. The boy's chest pressed against his and little hands locked behind his back. His nose pressed into Owl's Hoot's long hair and sniffed. It smelled like fire ash. "Hold me closer." Coyote Thief wasn't sure if he heard those words or if they were in his head. He lifted his right hand and pressed hard over the boy's warm back. He felt a gentle humping from Owl's Hoot's butt. That made their dicks rub. A nice sensation but the man resisted the urge to allow his cock to come out. Lusty thoughts filled Coyote Thief's head. He thought of Big Horn. How they had embraced in love and the joy of squirting to each other. He felt curious about that bundle the brave had brought from the Kalinlepi for this tribe's shaman. No. He didn't know what was inside it. The boy cried out. It was a feigned moan of joy that came not from feeling thrilled from his dick but what he'd learned from the warrior. He tried getting the man to come out. His dick rubbed harder in a lusty spell that would ensnare Coyote Thief. He needed to learn more about Big Horn. It was difficult to concentrate. Coyote Thief knew that something strange was going on but his lust was being enflamed by the boy, almost getting him to shoot off his cock. That angered him. His love was only for Big Horn! Coyote Thief dropped his hands from the youth's nakedness. When Owl's Hoot continued clinging to him, he gently pushed the boy away. Anger was seen on the youth's face, an ugly expression that quickly changed to a grin. Owl's Hoot heard a voice in his head. It had guided him when his path in life was lost so he tried listening to what was being asked of him. He was told that it was important to be with this man. "I felt your strength coming to me," said Owl's Hoot. "You are a proven man that I want one day to become! If you could complete my growing up rite, I know that my dick will be able to come out." Coyote Thief felt entranced by the boy's sweet words. His cock ached him to spill his seed but he resisted that temptation. He managed to shake his head. Owl's Hoot frowned with disappointment. The voice returned. Owl's Hoot didn't like what he was told to do because it would be painful. He'd done that to a young friend who was dear to him. A manly act of love which was discovered and had led to him being banished. The voice became stronger, almost yelling at him. It said that he could get revenge by letting this warrior take him and afterwards, accuse him of rape. The boy relented to that powerful voice. He would try. 'Your strength could enter me this way,' gestured Owl's Hoot. He turned around and pressed his butt against the man's hard cock. Coyote Thief looked down at the boy's humping cheeks. His oozing cock slipped between them and found his hole. There was some resistance but he felt a slimy warmth swallowing his all. Owl's Hoot rushed his hands back to his butt and gave a strong pull. Their bodies came together. Owl's Hoot gasped with pain. He closed his eyes. Anger filled him and that made the voice in his head easier to hear. It promised him many things: boys he could make love to and the power over others in revenge to what his People had done to him. He had only to endure this brief act. Prove his worthiness. Coyote Thief didn't begin his stabs into the boy. As much as his cock ached him to fuck Owl's Hoot, he knew that it would betray his love. A dark power flowed through Owl's Hoot. It reached into the warrior and grabbed that man's thoughts, probing for what He needed to learn. Owl's Hoot couldn't bear the pain any longer. He pushed against Coyote Thief to separate their bodies and the voice wailed in his head. The boy staggered to find his front flap. He grabbed it from the ground and ran away. Coyote Thief let him go. He felt relieved. When he looked down at himself to be sure that he hadn't cummed, he saw the butt stain over his cock and frowned. His hand pulled at some grass and he cleaned himself. His breechclout was taken from the rock and donned. With a heavy heart, the warrior walked back to camp. The lodges of the Moss-bowl Tribe passed by without Coyote Thief really looking at them. He didn't know where he was going. His thoughts were in turmoil. Something bad had happened back there. He was very angry with himself for letting that boy do those things. Never had he felt so out of control! A big lodge came into sight. Coyote Thief sat down before it and waited. His troubling thoughts were pushed aside but they kept returning to plague him. He remembered something scary. A cold, sharp stab like a knife to his spirit right before Owl's Hoot ran away. It had felt evil. Coyote Thief was filled with guilt. He was the one who acted badly and his cock had hurt that boy. Would Owl's Hoot tell on him? Fear grew in the warrior's heart because his presence at the Moss-bowl was barely tolerated as it was. If these People learned that he had tried to rape a boy... "There you are," shouted Shakes-like-the-ground. Coyote Thief was startled from his thoughts. He quickly stood up to face the approaching warrior. His hand trembled when he raised it in greeting. 'Where is that boy?' asked Shakes-like-the-ground. 'No one was looking for me in camp so I think he was playing a trick on me!' Coyote Thief lowered his eyes. 'He ran off. I don't know where he is.' 'He better not let me catch him!' The warrior pointed at the shaman's lodge asking, 'Is Big Horn still sleeping?' 'Yes.' Coyote Thief didn't turn to see that it was the shaman's lodge where he'd been sitting. Shakes-like-the-ground slapped his shoulder. 'No need to wait for him to wake up. Let me take you around camp and show you everything. That will make the time pass more quickly and maybe Big Horn will have awakened when we return.' Coyote Thief nodded in agreement. He walked at the warrior's side, his thoughts returning to Owl's Hoot. Shakes-like-the-ground showed him a grand view of the valley below from the cliffs. A cool wind was blowing. His companion led him away to the next sight. When a stone pained Coyote Thief's foot, he stopped to remove it from his left moccasin. Shakes-like-the-ground waited impatiently at his side. He stood up but gestured to take a brief rest. Coyote Thief looked around. He wanted to ask the warrior about Owl's Hoot and didn't want anyone seeing their gesturing. 'What do you know about Owl's Hoot?' Shakes-like-the-ground looked at Coyote Thief to glean why he was asking about that boy. 'He comes from the Split Tribe. They are related to Big Horn's People, I understand.' Coyote Thief nodded his head. 'Did Owl's Hoot tell you that he was banished from them last winter?' 'No. He told my People that he was on a vision quest to seek his animal helper. Boys of his age sometimes come to perform that rite on our mountain.' 'Did he consult with your shaman?' Shakes-like-the-ground stared at Coyote Thief. 'I don't know. He's been here for nearly a hand's fingers in days so he may have done so. Why do you ask?' 'Does he seem strange to you?' Coyote Thief asked carefully. 'We try to respect the customs of those who visit our tribe.' 'I mean no offense but... Owl's Hoot seems to be troubled by something.' Shakes-like-the-ground nodded his head. 'If he told you that he's been banished from his tribe, that could be it. I would understand why he didn't tell my People. Why did he admit that to you?' 'Perhaps he wants to follow Big Horn back to the Kalinlepi. Stay with them.' Coyote Thief's thoughts turned to what really troubled him about that youth. He was tempted to describe what had happened at the stream. It was something he couldn't tell Big Horn. Shakes-like-the-ground shared his spirit but not about having sex with boys. No. It would be a mistake to tell this man what had happened. 'I heard something interesting about him.' Coyote Thief peered at his companion. He saw amusement on the man's face. 'You know boys do things together. Games that test their growing bodies to make younger boys envy them. Stuff we did in our youth.' Coyote Thief understood what he was told. He continued to stare at his companion in the hope that he'll say more. 'I heard that Owl's Hoot is playing naked games with the boys. He likely shares our interest in the same sex. Springing-rabbit, he's nine years old. He said that Owl's Hoot kisses too much. Not on the mouth... That youth's friend, Sharp-rock asked me if I could cut some of my hair down there and give it to him to help grow hair on his groin like Owl's Hoot had done for Springing- rabbit.' 'I saw that Owl's Hoot has a smooth groin. He had shaved it off for Springing-rabbit?' 'That's what I was told. Ah. How do you know that?' Coyote Thief scolded himself for his admission. 'Owl's Hoot showed me. He asked me to perform a growing up rite for him.' 'I think that boy was tricking you,' laughed Shakes-like-the-ground. 'Sharp-rock told me that Owl's Hoot is older than he looks. He's often shooting off his dick and teaching them about sex.' 'Like what?' asked Coyote Thief. Shakes-like-the-ground nodded his head and grinned. 'From what Sharp-rock has told me, I suspect that Owl's Hoot is sucking on his pole and Springing- rabbit's too. He may be doing other things. Perhaps I should talk to the boy. I don't want him to take advantage of the younger boys, perhaps hurting them.' 'You already have a good reason to scold Owl's Hoot.' 'Yes. He is a trickster!' Cold chills went down Coyote Thief's spine. Shakes-like-the-ground's words helped him make the connection to what Owl's Hoot was. That boy posed a threat to this tribe and himself. Owl's Hoot ran through the woods. He felt that something evil was chasing him but no matter how fast he ran, it pursued and finally caught him. Darkness fell into the boy. He howled out for his loss of humanity. Like the cat who teases a mouse by freeing it briefly from his claws, the Darkness-that-comes reclaimed him. The boy lost himself. He couldn't remember his name, that young boy he loved at the Split Tribe and gone were his hopes to grow into a man. 'You are mine again!' The boy's spirit succumbed to that Dark Power and he returned to being His Trickster. He remembered what the plan had been: visit with the Moss-bowl People under the guise of the boy he was to learn if their shaman had a new apprentice and kill him. Big Horn's arrival had been unexpected. He was safe in the shaman's lodge (undergoing some ritual) so that left his warrior lover vulnerable to attack. Coyote Thief had almost been taken. A lost opportunity! There hadn't been enough Darkness holding the boy's spirit to carry out their hasty plan. His master hissed with disappointment. 'I am not to blame!' The Trickster cringed, awaiting his punishment. It never came. 'You had acted unguided as Owl's Hoot. If even My smallest Finger were in you, their People or the shaman would have known what you are. You had to be that pathetic youth to walk safely in their tribe. I whispered advice to you that was mostly followed. Did you not enjoy those two boys?' The Trickster smacked his lips. He remembered sucking on their poles and even had Springing-rabbit drinking his cum. His groin hair rite for that youth had done the trick. His friend, Sharp-rock had a nice butt. He'd kissed over it and even managed to lick into the boy's hole but needed another few days to weaken his resistance so that he could fuck him. That would make the boy His. 'The Dark Seeds have been sown in them. You can return later to claim their lives for Me! It was important to learn what Big Horn was doing here. What his bundle contained but no matter, when he's returned to his tribe, you will kill him. Coyote Thief, too. The path of light must be stopped!' The Trickster cringed again. He felt his Master's rage and feared the light that would be their undoing. A pleasant thought came to him. 'I should return to the Spear-bearing Tribe to finish Your work with that boy.' 'Yesss,' hissed the Darkness-that-comes. 'You've planted seeds in Little Wolf Eyes that need tending to. He will be an important servant if you are careful not to alert his shaman!' 'Love blinds Snarling Bear. He doesn't see the change in his apprentice.' 'Go then. Fly to his tribe and offer the boy Power that he craves. Be wary of his shaman! I want Little Wolf Eyes to be mine so that he can carry My plans forward towards fruition. War and death will cover the land! Those who remain will be weak and easily converted to Darkness.' The Trickster grinned. He fell to all fours and felt the Change come over him, arms and legs pulling into his body and covered in hair. A tail sprung from his butt. A black wolf scampered through the woods. He found the trail and with his tongue wagging past his sharp teeth, he followed it down to the plains. *** Author's Note: I'm giving away free copies of my Windows compatible cd-roms: 'Artwork & Stories of Vince Water'. For details, look to the end of the text of part 9 in the 'Shaman Willow Bird' series. I will only honor requests from adults who live here in the United States. 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