My experience started in Southern Oklahoma in 1874. At age 14 I had been taking part in my first cattle drive. I had been given permission by my father to help drive the cattle up to Oklahoma's northern border, then return home. Things went well. We had safely reached the border and, as instructed, I was on my way home. The trouble began as I approached our homestead. I saw smoke rising in the distance. I rode my horse as fast as I could and returned home to find our house and barn smoldering with nothing left but ashes. This looked like the work of the Apaches. Settlers and ranchers had had run-ins with this tribe previously and it often didn't end well.
I frantically searched the property and found no bodies, indicating that my family had most likely escaped before the attack. My suspicions were confirmed when I noted that the buckboard wagon was gone. Thank God, my family had escaped! Now to find them. But before I got the chance my horse reared up, throwing me to the ground. Something had spooked him. I started to pick myself up when I saw them: Apache warriors. I was surrounded.
After being stared at for a short while and apparently made the subject of some lively conversation in the Apache language, I was put on my horse and led to their encampment some miles away. Upon arriving at the camp everyone stared at me with awe. I was confused because the Apache had a long history with white settlers. I wasn't the first one they had seen, but something about me intrigued them.
I was taken off my horse and brought before the chief and tribal elders. They too stared at me before engaging in vigorous conversation among themselves. Since I don't speak Apache, I was unable to understand anything. But they again seemed intrigued by me. After about a half hour I was released into the custody of a young warrior who was not much older than me. Finally he spoke, and in English, no less. He told me his name was Two Feathers. "Do you know why you are here?"
"No," I answered nervously.
"It is because of your dual nature." Dual nature, I wondered? "Your eyes are brown but your hair is golden. Brown eyes are of the Apache, golden hair is of the spirit realm. The elders believe that you have walked in both realms." I was vaguely familiar with Apache spirit lore, but this was new to me. He continued. "To our people, one with brown eyes has the heart of a warrior, strong in body. But your golden hair shows a connection to the spirit realm, meaning you are strong in spirit. One like you is powerful and therefore of value to us."
"Of value how?" I asked warily.
"Your seed contains the essence of both worlds and will therefore make us stronger." He could see my confusion. "In white man's terms, your seed -- your male semen -- represents the essence of your being, your life force, if you will. This seed can be used to make our young warriors stronger. That is why you are here. Our tribal elders invite you to stay with us for a time, not as a prisoner but as our honored guest." I stood dumbfounded. Was he saying what I thought he was saying?
As I contemplated this silently to myself, we arrived at a patch of ground where three young braves slightly younger than me were driving four wooden stakes into the ground. Two Feathers told me that to remain as their guest, a white man must be ceremonially purified. To do this I was to remove my clothing and submit to their cleansing and purification rituals. "You will not be harmed. You have my word," said Two Feathers. I complied and stripped off all of my garments, leaving myself totally naked before them.
At this point Two Feathers instructed me to lie on the ground between the stakes. As I did this, the young braves moved in and each one grabbed a limb and tied me with rawhide straps to the four pegs. My body was spread apart on the ground in the shape of an X. One of the young braves brought over a basin of water. Two Feathers and the three braves each dipped their hands in the water and began to roughly anoint my body, starting from my hands and feet. The braves continued to rub every inch of my naked body. Despite my vulnerable position and my natural anxiety, I was mortified to find myself getting aroused. The younger boys with Two Feathers noticed this as well and laughed.
There I was staked to the ground, my naked 14-year-old body exposed to the open air and splayed wide for all the world to see. I was totally erect now, my teenage cock straining for the sky. There was a breeze blowing through the camp that afternoon that gently caressed my body, doing nothing to discourage my state of arousal. I could feel the wind blowing through my armpits and pubes, gently swaying the small amount of hair I had. Two Feathers finally spoke again.
"These young braves are beginning their training to become strong Apache warriors. You will assist in their training by providing them with your sacred seed." What the hell? I thought. And with that, Two Feathers knelt between my legs, placed his hands on my hips and his mouth on my penis. I was once again mortified. I was completely naked before the entire camp, and now my still-developing manhood was being sucked on by this Apache! The braves watched in fascination as Two Feathers proceeded to orally work my stiff member. He sucked and licked me mercilessly. His tight lips slid up and down the length of my rod, his fierce warrior's tongue seemingly everywhere at once. Despite my humiliating predicament I felt wave after wave of sexual pleasure course through my groin.
After about five short minutes of these new sensations, I succumbed to the pleasure. "Ahh! Ugh! Ugh! Argh!! AARRGGHH!!" My body went rigid as I pulled in futility against the stakes. My back arched, my hips involuntarily thrust upward, and I ejaculated. Hot spurts of my teenage seed spewed into Two Feathers' mouth. I was both impressed and embarrassed by how much creamy fluid I ejected. Much to my surprise he didn't appear angry or attempt to move away. He took my semen into his mouth and devoured it like a thirsty horse at a cold stream, his tongue continuing to lap my swollen cock head.
When it was over he stood up and smiled, a smile of victory, I could tell. He had milked me like a cow and wanted me to know it. "Your teenage semen contains the essence of power from both worlds. Taking it from you makes us stronger," he said, bringing his fist to his chest. "These young braves will draw your seed out just as I have and consume it every day as they wish. Doing so will help them grow into strong warriors. We hope you will stay with our tribe during their training." Two Feathers walked away, leaving me at the mercy of three young Apache braves, all about 12 years old. The boys looked at my penis hungrily and I realized, much to my growing dismay and erotic anticipation, that these Apache boys had no mercy!
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