It had been a week since I found myself at the mercy of the young Apache braves I had been given to. I had been assigned a small tepee covered in buffalo hides located near the southern edge of the camp. I had been treated well, very well, in fact. The Apache believed that I was of sacred ancestry because of my brown eyes and blonde hair. Because of this they treated me with great respect and saw that my every need was met. Aside from technically being a "cooperative captive," I was treated extremely well. My only purpose, as Two Feathers had explained, was to provide my sacred seed -- or semen -- to the young braves in training.
After the first week I found things falling into a routine. My morning usually started shortly before the sun dawned over the horizon. The first young brave, who I learned was named Running Deer, would enter my domicile for his morning session. My tent had four wooden pegs driven into the ground for restraining me. I noticed the boys would not suck my penis unless I was fully restrained. Whether this was a preference or part of their training I did not know. When a brave entered to suck on me, I was expected to lie flat on my back and spread my arms and legs so that I could be strapped to the stakes. I also learned from Two Feathers, much to my chagrin, that the boys had taken to calling me "Points to Sky," a reference to my continual boner. In exchange for the pleasure they gave me, I would give them my semen, thus making them stronger.
Running Deer came in first, as usual. I assumed the position of lying spread eagle on the ground while the young brave secured my wrists and ankles to the wooden stakes in my tent. Once I was properly secured, he began playing with my cock. Normally he would just kneel down and suck me, but today he seemed to be interested in more.
He began by taking my rigid pole into his hand and squeezing it firmly but not too hard. He seemed to enjoy the feeling of my erection in his hand. He smiled as he began stroking my young member up and down, moving the skin of my shaft along my length. Eventually he pulled down on my shaft, fully exposing my head. At this point he used the finger and thumb of his other hand to form a ring and began rubbing my neck area slowly up and down just under the head. These were new sensations and I found them enjoyable, so enjoyable that within minutes my hips were wriggling. Running Deer smiled wickedly at me, telling me that this kid knew exactly what he was doing. I could tell he had put some thought into it. As I pulled at the restraints and arched my hips, the young brave smiled even more. He was enjoying this too.
After some time of this erotic foreplay, he positioned himself between my legs and began orally pleasuring me. He held my stiff rod in the same way as before, gently pulling the skin of my shaft down to totally expose the head of my member, only this time he replaced his finger and thumb with his lips and tongue. This young guy was slowly massaging my head and neck with very slow oral strokes. It was excruciating! I desperately wanted him to speed up so I could cum but he wouldn't. He continued at the same maddening pace, intending to make this last as long as possible.
As his young tongue vigorously worked me over, I could tell I was leaking pre-ejaculatory fluid. Part of it was from my own personal experience of masturbating, the other part was from the grunting of the boys. I noticed that whenever they tasted my teenage fluid they would begin grunting as they anticipated their reward. And this kid was grunting like a dog working a bone!
As Running Deer slobbered all over my stiff rod, I was in near hysterics. My penis -- no, my entire groin -- was assaulted by wave after wave of erotic pleasure. The sensations were so intense that I almost ached. My young body was racked with intense pleasure and wanted sexual release, but this kid was not picking up the pace. He was giving me a thorough milking today. I finally spoke up and pleaded with him, "Argh! Please, let me cum! Please! Ugh! Ugh!" He may not have spoken English nor I Apache, but I could tell he understood me fine. He smiled that wicked grin then returned to that excruciating, tortuous pace, fast enough to keep me on the edge but slow enough to deny me relief. Damn! This little bastard was good!
Then the unexpected happened. After slathering my prick with a thick layer of his saliva, Running Deer stood up and removed his loin cloth. Unsurprisingly the kid was fully erect. He took a step forward, straddled me, then sat down, taking my teenage penis into his rectum! As this was totally new and unprecedented, I was completely unprepared for it. He slid down over my wet cock effortlessly, taking me in all the way to the base. His butt cheeks were pressing against my pubic hair. I couldn't believe how hot and tight he felt. I had become accustomed to three mouths servicing my erection, but never this. Then he started slowly sliding up and down on me.
The sensations were amazing. Oral stimulation was great, but this was different. Every inch of my throbbing cock was being stimulated by the pressure from his warm body. Running Deer grunted repeatedly as he continually impaled himself on my adolescent pole. The sensations were amazing. He started at my tip, sliding his body down over my head, neck, and shaft all the way to the base. Then he would slid back up to the tip just as slowly. In less than a minute I was beginning to gently thrust my hips upward to try to penetrate him even more, if that were possible. This kid was driving me insane with this new technique, and it wasn't long before it had the desired effect.
I could feel the pressure in my groin increasing exponentially. I was going to cum and no force in heaven or on earth was going to stop me. I began moaning softly, but this quickly became louder. My body tensed as every muscle contracted. My loins began thrusting frantically, searching for orgasmic release. "Ohh! Ohh! Ugh!! Ugh!! Oh God!! Oh God!! Yes!! YYYEEESSS!!! AAARRRGGGHHH!!!" And all of my pent-up sexual tension erupted out of my teenage rod. My orgasm sent wave after shattering wave of pleasure throughout my young body. My groin ached with relief and my hips arched upward wildly as my turgid penis fired spurt after spurt of my youthful 14-year-old semen into Running Deer. For a moment I thought I might pass out. I felt like I had literally ejaculated every drop of my semen into him -- and I had. My glans were hypersensitive as he continued to mercilessly milk me for all he could, riding me like a horse.
When it was over I was completely spent. My body was drenched in sweat, my penis had gone flaccid, and I was panting helplessly. I had never -- and I mean never -- been worked over like this. I began to wonder if it was possible to run out of semen. At this rate these young braves would be strong Apache warriors in no time!
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