Master and the Mate By: Deep Diver
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Chapter 43 Indian Summer
That night Kyle was more relaxed, having dealt somewhat with his issues with Chris, his dad. After they showered Ryan suggested that they watch a DVD that he had ordered through a Gay site that sells and rents gay flicks. Both propped up their pillows and naked under a sheet, they caressed each other lightly as the film began.
It was the tale of two Crow warriors who had been the best of friends since they were able to walk around the Indian camp. Each had been educated in the art of hunting by their fathers who were also close friends: their lodges were almost always adjacent to one another. Since their tribe lived by hunting buffalo in the Great American Plains, they were a nomadic people. Their lodges and clothes were made of buffalo skins. The men normally only dressed with a sort of thong covered by a flap in front and behind of their private parts; however during the winter months they would cover their bodies completely. Feathers adorned the men's heads, but had to be earned. Swift Mountain Lion the bigger of the two had earned two feathers which he wore proudly. The chief had a full headdress XXXPlace foto hereXXX which was a tribute to his many successful years as a warrior. Eagle's Breath sported one feather, but the tribal council of elders had decided that his bravery in the last confrontation with a small Cheyenne war party of about five younger braves merited his second feather. This tribal token would be presented in the next celebration of the full moon. [Author's note: If anything written about these tribes expresses a fact it is purely coincidental: gay flicks are notorious for being low-budget!]
Both Kyle and Ryan were enjoying the film and the two hunks that were playing the two Indian friends. Swift Mountain Lion had a football player's physique without the loss of proportion; both were beardless. Eagle's Breath was much thinner but had a swimmer's build, kind of tall and lanky. Each had a very handsome face with defined lines which were highlighted by the contrast with their long, dark hair. Swift Mountain Lion wore it pulled back into a ponytail while Eagle's Breath let his hang free down to his shoulders.
Both warriors were excellent horsemen especially considering that they rode, like most Indians, without saddles. Both friends dreamed of becoming great warriors, leaders of their tribe and had pledged their eternal brotherhood by cutting their palms and letting their blood commingle. The night of the great ceremony of the new moon found much excitement in the camp. All the warriors were dressed to kill (so to speak), but unfortunately were not armed as well. Just as the drums began beating, calling the community to the first ceremonial dance in honor of the Great White Buffalo God, the camp was swarmed by a war-party of Dakota Indians on the war path.
The camp was taken by complete surprise. Pandemonium reined as unarmed Crow warriors on foot tried to reach their weapons and at the same time defend their loved ones. Several of the tepees were set afire, horses were stampeding and two Dakota braves attacked Eagle's Breath, one from the front while the other swung his tomahawk at the nape of his neck. Swift Mountain Lion saw the attack but just as he yelled a warning, he himself was hit from behind and all went dark.
When Swift Mountain Lion awoke, the entire camp was in disarray and chaos. Family members were dragging the corpses of their loved ones away and preparing them for burial. The wailing of squaws who had lost their husbands or sons was heard everywhere. The moaning of older men who had lost their squaws was heartbreaking and the screaming of orphaned children put one's nerves on edge. Both Swift Mountain's and Eagle's Breath's parents had been killed; Eagle's Breath too lay dead in a pool of his own blood. Swift Mountain Lion's roar vibrated in the canyons of the surrounding mountains as he swore his revenge.
Ryan looked over at Kyle's face and saw him tearing up as he identified with the pair and the loss of a loved one. Ryan put his arm around his shoulder and kissed him on his temple.
"Thanks for loving me as you do and teaching me how to love you." Ryan said trying to console his man/boy lover.
It took Swift Mountain Lion several days to prepare the burial sites of his and his friends' family. Just before he closed the blankets that would be covering Eagle's Breath's body as he journeyed into the Happy Hunting Ground he placed a second and a third feather into his headband. Then with no shame, and tears rolling down his face, he yelled out a blood-curdling scream. Within a short while Swift Mountain Lion was preparing his face with war paint, according to the ancient tribal tradition of his people. Unfortunately, the other few surviving warriors had decided to move their loved ones further west to avoid another confrontation with the Dakota people. Swift Mountain Lion had no intention of letting his prey gain further advantage and after asking the medicine man to ward off any demon that may have attached itself to him at the burial grounds, he set off on his quest. Just as the crusaders had gone to the east in search of the Holy Grail, he swore that he would not return to his tribe until he had tasted the blood of his enemy and had a scalp dangling from his belt.
Before heading out, Swift Mountain Lion had gathered as much rope as he could find and enough supplies to last him several days. He then left camp with two horses. He rode the first and the other was tethered behind and carried his supplies. He easily followed the trail, but abandoned it when it brought him to a place where he knew he could round up some fresh horses. He quickly herded eight horses and soon had them tied together. Continuing his pursuit of the Dakota war party that had devastated his village and killed his family and friend, about every ten miles he tethered a pair of horses where they would have enough grass to last them until his return; thus guaranteeing himself fresh horses with which to make a speedy retreat if necessary. On the third day the tracks indicated that a small group or band had broken off from the main raiding party. On close examination of the sign they left, he could tell that it was a group of younger warriors. He began feeling proud of the training he had received from his dad to be able to read tracks so clearly. There were only five in the smaller group and they had about a day's lead indicated by the grass that had sprung back from the impressions of their horses' feet. His plan was to catch up to the group by nightfall, but he soon realized that the indications were that they were circling back to make sure the main group was not being trailed. Once he'd figured this out he was able to break off from following them and wait to ambush them on their return to the larger band.
Swift Mountain Lion didn't have more than a couple of hours to wait. He was wary; if these younger warriors could read tracks as well as he himself could, they would have now seen his tracks and would be looking for him as they approached the main group from behind. Night fell, giving him the advantage: thinking that they were behind whoever was tracking them, they thought nothing of lighting a fire. This gave Swift Mountain Lion the opportunity to use the light of their fire to slowly pick them off. He bided his time and when one wandered into the brush to relieve himself, he was there waiting for him and slit his throat with his long knife. When a second came looking for his friend, an arrow traversed his throat with such fine accuracy that he had no chance whatsoever to call out to the remaining three before he died. Swift Mountain Lion changed positions stealthfully and waited patiently for the next opportunity. He had to stay downwind of their horses, fearing that they might spook and warn his prey of his presence. Finally a third became aware of his two missing comrades and began looking suspiciously out into the night. He took a couple of steps in the direction of the brush and Swift Mountain Lion let loose another arrow which caught the young warrior in the back. Swift Mountain then rushed into the camp and hit one of the prone Indians on the head with a heavy rock, knocking him out and then he jumped onto the last brave and slit his throat with his long knife. He then yelled an exultant call of victory, satisfying his revenge, as he began to prepare to remove their scalps. He offered the knife up to the Great Spirit of the sky and quickly removed the hair from the top of the head of his last victim.
"Oh God, he killed all those young studs, what a waste." Kyle said to Ryan.
"Yeah, I could have taken care of them in a far more interesting way." Ryan kidded.
Then Swift Mountain Lion moved over to the other brave that he had just smashed on the head with a rock, but just as he was about to cut away his hair, the brave opened his eyes and Swift Mountain Lion jumped up â€" not because he was still alive, but because he perceived the spirit of his dead friend, Eagle's Breath. There was something in the eyes, some strange otherworldly being, inside this young buck. Swift Mountain Lion quickly grabbed him, turned him over and tied his hands behind his back and lashed his feet together. After bandaging the boy who appeared to be about two hundred moons of age, he then proceeded to cut off the scalps of his remaining victims. The brave, thinking he was about to lose his life, peed himself, but Swift Mountain Lion didn't notice due to the darkness. He then forced the boy to watch as he put the cadavers of his companions into a shallow grave before he gave another victory shout to the Great Spirit in thanks for the success of his quest and the quenching of his need for vengeance. He then got the young buck mounted on his own horse and tied his legs under its belly, before tethering the young stud's mount to his own.
Swift Mountain Lion checked through the supplies of the dead warriors and took all that looked useful and headed back with his prisoner in tow. After riding about five miles they came to the first pair of horses and after resting and checking the prisoner's wound he was about to get him mounted on a fresh horse when he noticed the smell of the dried urine. He pushed away the young brave that had a similar build to Eagle's Breath, and pointed to his crotch while furrowing his brow. Swift Mountain Lion then undid the leather cord holding up the brave's leather pants and pulled them off him. He could see that there was already some bad chaffing from riding with wet pants. He pointed out the direction and had the still tied Indian buck walk about a mile until they came to a stream and there untied him and let him wash in the knee-deep water. He then threw him his pants and allowed him to wash them out. Finally, Swift Mountain Lion spotted a cactus and with his long knife chopped off one of its branches and took the aloe sap over to his prisoner and with signs indicated that he was to spread it over his sore thighs.
Kyle and Ryan heard a knock at their door and it broke their concentration. Ryan called out a response as Kyle paused the DVD player.
"Come in." Ryan said.
"Can I come in and watch the DVD with you?" Manny asked.
"Sorry sport. This is not a movie for children. Now get your butt back to your own room and get to sleep." Ryan said.
Kyle got up and walked Manny back to Mark and Manny's room to tuck in the restless boy. Once Manny was under his covers and Kyle had kissed his forehead he looked over to see that the covers had fallen off of Mark's upper body. His torso was naked and with the light from the street lamp penetrating their window, he looked like a black and white photo of a model from an art book's cover that Kyle had once glimpsed in a bookstore when he was a teen. Kyle thought to himself that Mark could be anything he wanted to be; that his looks would take him far. As Kyle covered Mark with his sheet the boy roused slightly from his dream state and felt Kyle kiss his forehead and then he drifted back into his dream of being kissed by the red-headed girl from school.
Kyle went down to the kitchen and prepared a small tray of hard salami and crackers and took them back upstairs. When Kyle arrived back and climbed into bed next to Ryan, he also had a bottle of aloe vera. Ryan hit the play button on the DVD while Kyle rubbed the balm into Ryan's thighs. Then Ryan did the same to Kyle's and they pulled into a close embrace as they began to watch the seductive flick and munched on some salami and crackers.
Swift Mountain Lion pointed to himself saying, "EO Crohon Sedracq." and then pointed at the brave and opening his palm, held it facing upward while jutting toward his prisoner.
The prisoner, who had expected to be tortured and killed was confused by the bath and the ointment for his thighs, responded by just frowning at Swift Mountain Lion. His captor repeated his gestures and his words, "EO Crohon Sedracq." This time the captive brave understood that he was being asked his name, he responded by putting his hand over his heart and said, "Aei, Brinshaydo."
[On the screen appeared a subtitle: "I call myself Howling Wolf."]
Howling Wolf repeated his name several times and Swift Mountain Lion repeated it, poorly at first but eventually managing fairly well. Once Howling Wolf was dry enough, Swift Mountain Lion got him back up onto a mount and again tied his legs together under the belly of the horse. By mid-day, Howling Wolf's pants were sufficiently dry for him to put them back on. Again in about another five miles, they changed horses with those that Swift Mountain Lion had left tethered and so they were making very good time.
That night Swift Mountain Lion made camp in a wooded area and tied Howling Wolf with his hands behind a tree. He took out some buffalo jerky and held it to Howling Wolf's lips. Howling Wolf did not want to accept anything from his new master, but they hadn't eaten anything since the early morning and he was famished. Using his teeth he felt like a pet dog being fed his master's scraps. When Swift Mountain Lion disappeared into the brush, Howling Wolf saw his chance to escape and struggled against his bonds, but Swift Mountain Lion had tightened the leather straps very securely to his wrists and he soon gave up trying to loosen them. When Howling Wolf awoke in the morning he was sporting his morning wood and needed to urinate. He called to Swift Mountain Lion and pointed to his crotch using his tongue. Swift Mountain Lion untied him from the tree, but Howling Wolf felt like he was deliberately untying him slowly; but his perception was off due to his urgent need to piss.
Once Howling Wolf had relieved himself, Swift Mountain Lion retied him to the tree and went off with his bow and arrow. Howling Wolf realized that he was not tied as securely and managed to free his wrists. He then untied his feet and stood. He was trying to decide which way to run when an arrow struck the tree behind him, inches above his head. Swift Mountain Lion walked back into camp and threw a rabbit he had hunted into Howling Wolf's chest. He then handed the younger buck his long knife. Howling Wolf felt insulted; he understood that Swift Mountain Lion was giving him a job that would normally be done by a squaw. He threw the rabbit and knife down on the ground, quickly realizing that he had reacted too quickly, based on his emotions. If he had only thought first he might have had the opportunity to use the knife and with any luck escape. He was tempted now to bend and pick it up. But Swift Mountain Lion was reading his face and thoughts and walked over and retrieved both the rabbit and the knife. He then prepared their breakfast.
Howling Wolf's mouth was watering and his stomach churning as he smelled the aroma of the meat cooking on the open fire. However, when it was done, Swift Mountain Lion did not offer any to him. His eyes bulged and his veins began to appear through his skin as his anger grew. He understood all to well that he was being punished for his disobedience. Swift Mountain Lion took some chewed meat out of his mouth and threw it on the ground in front of his captive.
Howling Wolf wished that he had been killed with the others. He thought it was far worse to be humiliated this way. He felt revolted at the idea of eating the half-eaten morsels this savage was throwing to him, but he had no idea of when they would stop and eat again: the day before they had not eaten at mid-day. Howling Wolf was torn, but his hunger won out and he grabbed the scraps that Swift Mountain Lion tossed his way and learned to savor the little flavor left in them.
Ryan took a piece of salami out of his mouth and offered it to Kyle. Kyle licked it off Ryan's fingers and then sucked on each finger, delighting in the taste of his lover. Ryan giggled as he felt the tickle in each finger as his lover boy sucked on each digit.
Swift Mountain Lion smiled as he watched his new pet lap up and enjoy the scraps he threw at his feet. When they mounted their horses, Swift Mountain Lion did not tie Howling Wolf and as he'd expected, Howling Wolf rammed his legs into the sides of the mare he was straddling and she bolted. Swift Mountain Lion laughed to himself at how predictable these Dakota animals were. He swung himself up onto his stallion and took off after Howling Wolf, enjoying the challenge of the race. Howling Wolf didn't even realize that he was heading just the way Swift Mountain Lion was planning to ride, but soon his chaffed thighs began to burn from the friction of his legs grasping the mare. Howling Wolf looked over his shoulder and saw that Swift Mountain Lion was in close pursuit and was quickly gaining. In spite of his discomfort he dug his heels several times into the mare's sides and tried to continue fleeing but before he knew it, Swift Mountain Lion was alongside him and then jumped him, knocking him down to the ground. His body fell with a thud and pain shot through him, intensified by the weight of Swift Mountain Lion's body. Swift Mountain Lion was cushioned by Howling Wolf's body.
They both began (Indian) wrestling with their bare hands. Howling Wolf used all the strength that he could muster, but Swift Mountain Lion was taller, bigger and stronger. Soon Howling Wolf was pinned down to the ground and Swift Mountain Lion began yelling his victory shout. He then stood and drew his knife: Howling Wolf thought this would now be the end of his life. At least he had recovered some of his pride by resisting this beast that was about to slit his throat. However, Swift Mountain Lion indicated that Howling Wolf was to remove his clothes. At first he did not comprehend the hand signs, but then understanding, he stood and first stripped off his leather shirt and then his long leather pants. Swift Mountain Lion tied him to a tree and departed to retrieve their other horses and supplies. About an hour later he returned to see his captive groggy from the nap he had taken while waiting for his captor. Swift Mountain Lion untied his rebellious young captive brave and allowed him to urinate, then he applied some more aloe sap to the younger buck, who no longer resisted. Swift Mountain Lion smiled as he invaded his captive's privacy, applying the unguent to his reddened thighs. Then going back to a leather bag on the supply horse he pulled out a squaw's dress and threw it to Howling Wolf. When Howling Wolf realized what it was he shook his head from left to right indicating that he would not put it on. Swift Mountain Lion raised his shoulders as if to say, your choice, but did not offer him back his own male dress. Swift Mountain Lion mounted his steed, but made Howling Wolf walk in front carrying the dress he refused to wear. Swift Mountain Lion licked his lips as he watched the nicely-formed ass cheeks bounce and flex with each step. Howling Wolf was smaller but he sure did have a nicely rounded butt.
That night, Swift Mountain Lion was able to shoot a pheasant with his bow and arrow. He again threw the catch in Howling Wolf's direction and also gave him the knife. This time Howling Wolf accepted the cleaning and cooking assignment, having seen the consequences twice of disobedience. After they ate, Swift Mountain Lion used Howling Wolf's dress as a pillow for his head. He did not bother tying the brave, figuring he would not run off naked. He deliberately let the fire go out and Howling Wolf began feeling the cold. He was shivering when he saw Swift Mountain Lion indicate to him that he should lie by his side. Howling Wolf hesitated for a while, but it made little sense to resist in the cold night air. Once he laid down next to Swift Mountain Lion, his captor both spooned him and took the dress and covered him. Their shared body heat was little consolation for Howling Wolf's discomfort and aches, but he was better off with the dress over him than trying to sleep naked; it wasn't long before both captor and prisoner fell asleep as the ending credits of the DVD rolled.
Both Ryan and Kyle also dozed off as the first DVD of the series ended.
To be continued
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