Disclaimer: This story is Fiction. It deals with sex between consenting and non-consenting men and boys. All boys are of legal age in the places it happens. All persons depicted in this story do not represent real people and only figments of those imagined by the author.
Chapter 2:
The problem I had was I did not know why I had to go to Texas. I couldn't tell Spirit the reason. He took my telling him we were going to Texas as a simple statement of fact. I purchased him some more conventional clothes for traveling. We boarded an airplane for Dallas. When we landed in Dallas, I rented another Suburban and then just left the airport.
"Do you know where you are going John?"
"No. I will know when I get there."
I had turned onto the freeway for Houston. About an hour into the drive, I took an off ramp and headed north. Jeremy pulled out a map from the glove compartment and looked at where I was going.
"John, there is nothing on this highway. It looks like it just keeps going north. No towns no anything."
"Spirit, I don't know why I am going this way. I just know this is the right road. I don't honestly know why I am even I Texas."
"You are being guided. I think the ancestors know where you are to go and are showing you the way."
"You said something about bringing them all home to Spirit Mountain. What did you mean by that Spirit?"
"I said that John? I don't remember saying that. Are you sure it was me and not something else that told you that?"
I pulled over and stopped the Suburban. I turned and looked at Spirit.
When he looked at me, it was almost as if I had just hypnotized him on the spot. He just undid his jeans and slipped them down. Almost as if I too was in a trance I leaned over and took his cock into my mouth. He gently laid his hand on my head as I sucked him. It took him a very long time to get to the point of ejaculation and when he did my mouth and throat was filled to overflowing with his sweet seed. After I was done, I just sat back and drove on. Jeremy never even moved, just left his jeans around his ankles.
I noticed we were climbing slightly and as soon as I crested the top of the rise I stopped. The panorama ahead was beautiful. Low hills far in the distance with sandstone bluffs right at the base of the hill. I grabbed my camera and took several shots. I drove slowly down the hill. Almost at the bottom I pulled off and started to drive toward one of the sandstone bluffs. I stopped and shut the truck off.
"Change Spirit."
I walked to the back of the truck and dropped the tailgate. I pulled out a pair of shorts and t-shirt. Slipped off my jeans and underwear and put on my cutoffs. I took my boots and socks off. Spirit had removed his Jeans and shirt and was now dressed as I first met him near Mirror Lake. Although he left his leggings, shirt and skirt off. Just his loin cloth and soft boots.
I got back in the truck and drove in between two bluffs, pulled close to one of the sheer cliffs and stopped. When I looked back the road was hidden from where we had parked. As soon as Spirit stepped out of the truck.
"I smell smoke John."
"Yes."
I started walking along a path, that led between the high bluffs. Spirit just followed. The smell of wood smoke got stronger as we walked. It seemed like we had walked several miles, before an open area opened before us. I was totally astounded. The scene before us could have been taken out of an old style western movie. Tepees were lined up neatly and many cooking fires were visible. I larger central tepee sat in the center. I walked toward it.
As I got closer, two native men exited the central tent. They were dressed identical to Spirit, except for the very modern assault rifles they carried. I stopped in front of them.
"What do you want white man?" One asked.
Spirit started to talk to them in his native language. I was very surprised I could understand what he said. I could not speak his language, but it appeared that now I could understand it. What Spirit told them was I was here to collect the chiefs spirit. I guess I was the Grim Reaper. After talking for a bit, both warriors stood aside and allowed me to enter the tepee. I was expecting to see a very old man, but what was laid out on the pallet in the tent was a man about forty.
His breathing was very labored. There was also a sheen of sweat covering what I knew at one time was a very muscular body. A witch doctor was chanting beside him, but stopped when I entered. When he looked at me, his eyes seemed to bore into mine and then he just bowed and left. The Chief was completely nude. His flaccid cock lay now useless between what once were very strong legs. "Spirit. Prepare a pyre. When his Spirit is gone, we must send his body to the ancestors."
Wordlessly he left the tepee. I was now alone with the Chief.
His eyes followed me as I knelt by his side.
"Running with Wind, your time is near." I said quietly
He nodded his head, while his eyes stayed on mine.
"I will take your Spirit and essence and share it with all and return it to the home of your ancestors."
Again he only nodded.
I knelt between his spread legs, bent down and slipped his flaccid cock into my mouth. Even in his very weak condition he got very hard very quick. To be sure I was surprised when his hard cock totally filled my mouth and throat. He had almost nine inches of very thick meat. Due I think to his condition, he took a very long time before I tasted his very bitter load filling my mouth and throat. I never even hesitated to swallow it all. When I lifted off his cock, which deflated very quick, his eyes were glazed over. I kneeled beside him and checked his pulse. Running with Wind was dead. I sat back and unbidden, tears streamed down my face.
Spirit seemed to just appear by my side.
"Come with me John. We must let them prepare him to join his ancestors."
He led me to another tepee and took me inside. He laid me down on a pallet and then laid beside me. I wrapped my arms around him.
Sleep came easy. When I woke up, I was surprised I was nude. Spirit came and sat beside me. He handed me a bowl of soup and several biscuits. After eating he told me to stand.
He pulled on an identical loin cloth as he was wearing. He also had a set of soft leather boots as he wore. Then he decorated my body with paint.
"John, you are Keeper of the Spirits. That is how you will be called now. All now will bow to you. Tonight you must share your Spirit with the new Chief. Also several of the warriors want to feel the Spirit of their Chief."
"I take it, it will be a long night then."
"A very long night and at least three days as well."
"Three days? You have to be kidding."
"Keeper, tonight we send the chief to his ancestors. Tomorrow we welcome the new Chief. Many of the young braves want part of the old Chief. I figured from the amount of times they are going to enjoy your essence and his Spirit, it will be three days before we can leave."
"Christ."
When we were finally ready and I think everyone was ready outside the tepee I was in, Spirit led me outside. There had to be over three hundred men, no women dancing around multiple fires spread over the valley floor. Right dead in the center was a raised platform with the old Chief laying across it. Totally nude. All his paraphernalia was spread around him, including I noted several assault rifles. God I hoped they had pulled the ammo from the magazines. Without even thinking about it I walked up and checked all the assault rifles, all were empty except one. When I pulled the mag and started to remove the rounds a young man ran up to me and yelled.
"How many do you wish to kill?" I asked him.
He never said a word.
"Leave a full mag in one of these weapons and when the heat gets to them they are going to explode. The rounds could go anywhere, even into here." I indicated his chest.
"The Keeper of Spirits has spoken rightly. Here his word is law." Spirit said.
I looked at the old Chief. To be taken at his young age must be very hard. I figured it was probably cancer or maybe liver failure. I reached up and laid my hand on his chest. As soon as I did all dancing stopped. I really felt very sorry for the young man laying on his funeral pyre. When I let him go and turned, even the oldest warrior dropped to the ground. I didn't realise I was crying. To most, as Spirit told me, it was the old chiefs tears that stained my face.
Spirit led me to a place of honor, It was really only a raised chair, covered in soft pelts. I was given both food and drink, the drink was pretty modern, straight whiskey, something I did not drink often.
The following ceremony was quite straight forward. The pyre was lit and then almost every warrior danced around the massive fire. Some things I did notice was that some of warriors stepped out of the dance and forced younger men and boys to suck them off. Almost on a continuing basis. I wasn't sure if it was the booze or something else they were using, but I was sure an awful lot of boys got full loads of cumm in their bellies before the night was over.
I was very surprised when the new Chief came up to me and asked if I would share his Fathers Spirit with him. Of course I said yes.
It totally blew me away, when he kneeled between my legs and sucked me off, right there in front of everyone.
"Thank you Keeper of the Spirits." He said when he was done.
The three days that followed that night, were a dream come true. I think I was sucked or fucked or fucked at least 30 guys. Even Spirit spent sometime inside me, both my mouth and ass. I could get used to this particular work, very quick. When I woke up on the third day and dressed. I walked outside and entire camp was gone. Just our Tepee was left.
"Time to go Love." I said.
We had nothing to pack and just walked out of the valley to our truck. We changed into more appropriate clothes and headed back to Austin.
"Where to next John?"
"I don't know, so I guess I will take you home with me."
"Where's home, Keeper?"
"I have a small hobby ranch outside Calmar, in Alberta."
"Canada?"
"Yes."
"But I don't have a passport. I can not travel to Canada, Keeper."
"Do you have a treaty card?"
"Yes, of course."
"Guess what love? You can travel between Canada and US on just that card."
We drove back to Austin and got a flight to Edmonton, via Salt Lake and Helena. We arrived and Spirit was very surprised when the customs accepted his treaty card. I retrieved my pickup in the long term parking and drove home.
Hobby ranch it was. I had a nice house, studio and a small barn. No livestock, but a few chickens, fresh eggs, I told him. It didn't much matter, cause when I wasn't sucking his nice dick or he was sucking mine or shoving his nice cock into my ass, we were working in the studio.
To me the last weeks had been real weird. Why I had been compelled to go to find that old chief was beyond me. Yet now I felt nothing. Oh for sure I loved Jeremy and was very glad I had met him. But what next.
When I asked Jeremy, he told me the ancestors had there own agenda. When I was needed they would let me know. Keeper, I am now part of you and I will never leave your side. Love you, it goes beyond love, far beyond. I love everything about you. You share willingly part of you and also enjoy all I can give. Keeper you are me and now I am you.
We flew off and did several photography contracts around both the US and Canada. We finally had to get Jeremy a passport, as I received a contract to do some pictures of a new resort in Fiji. We were waiting for our flight to come home in Seattle, when I said we needed to go to Montana. Spirit looked at me and then got up and changed our booking to Helena.
When we arrived in Helena, I had no idea where I was supposed to go. All I knew was I needed to be in Montana. I rented my usual truck, loved the big comfortable Suburban. Rented a motel unit. We ate dinner and went back to our room.
WE were sitting talking about our recent trip. By choice I was a bottom, but could top as well. I loved it when Spirit fucked my ass. He had great staying power and could drive his cock into me for almost an hour before blowing his load deep inside me. It always got me off when he came. And he always licked up everything afterward.
"I will take you now Spirit. Strip and lie on the bed." I said.
"Yes Keeper."
He undressed and laid on his back on the bed.
"On your knees boy." I ordered.
He looked at me with a strange look. I never fucked him doggy position.
No preliminaries, I just knelt by his upturned ass and drove my cock into him. IT was very painful for him, I had not even thought to use lube. He screamed in pain as I drove my cock into him. I fucked him for almost an hour before I blew my load. Then just pulled out and collapsed on the bed. No thank you, no nothing. My mind was a blank. He laid on the bed and cried from my assault. Why did I not care?
In the morning I dressed in my loin cloth, with both leggings and coverings. He awoke and looked at me.
"Put your pants on and check us out now boy."
"Yes Keeper."
I packed both mine and his stuff, leaving out his full native garb. I put everything into the truck. Jeremy came back and I told him to dress in his native garb.
"Keeper, I love you. Where are we going and why do you now call me just boy?"
"I don't know. I just know you must be my boy."
"The ancestors have called to you again."
"I really wish I knew Spirit. I just know you now must be subservient to me."
"Keeper of the Spirits, I am always subservient to you."
"I am sorry for what is coming. I fear you will hate me."
"I can not hate you Keeper. You are the Keeper and I am the Spirit. I am and always will be the servant to the keeper of Souls of my Ancestors."
We loaded everything into my Suburban and then just sat. Where to now. I just did not know. I turned and looked at Jeremy. He obviously saw something, he slipped his loin cloth off, exposing his most desirable cock. I just moved over and sucked it. I loved Jeremy's cock in my mouth, he always felt wonderful and always blew massive loads. He didn't disappoint me. The load he fired was probably all the pent up passion from the previous night. It flooded my mouth and throat. Tasting its salty sweet taste just drove me to continue sucking. Now very sensitive he finally pushed me off. At that point I knew where I had to go, but had never heard of Buffalo Bluff. I sat up.
"Do you know where Buffalo Bluff is?"
"No Keeper. Is that where we need to go?"
"I think so, but I have never heard of it either."
I started the truck and drove to the nearest tourist information center. They couldn't tell me where it was either, but did give me a very good map of Montana. It did show a place called Buffalo Flats. I asked about it. They told me that was where the natives used to drive the buffalo off the nearby cliffs. I knew there was a place like that in Alberta, so why not Montana. I thanked her and we headed for Buffalo Flats. It was winter in Montana and damned cold. I stopped and bought a shit load of camping gear, including arctic sleeping bags. IT was almost 400 miles to the flats. Instead of camping on the way we stayed at motels. I didn't force Spirit to get fucked by me, but did have him fuck me several times. We also sucked each other off.
When we arrived at was called Buffalo Flats, there was nothing there. No camp ground, no specific point. It was a very windswept barren piece of real estate. The temperature was near 0 C and the wind was blowing. Lucky there was not too much snow on the ground. I drove right up the sheer cliffs, the natives had used to drive the buffalo off. Here sheltered from most of the wind we camped. When Spirit went to dress in more warm clothes I stopped him.
"We must be as they had Spirit."
We set up camp at the base of the bluffs. Spirit and myself were very near freezing before we built a big fire. I opted for my usual tent and had it up quick. I still didn't know what or why I was here.
We had no problem keeping each other warm during the night.
He fucked me long and hard and then I fucked him. Weird dreams came to me as I was shoving my dick into him. It was almost as if he was getting screwed by Running with Clouds, and when I looked at him, I didn't see Spirit, I saw another boy. We slept so contented, even as the wind howled outside our tent.
When I woke up, Spirit had already built a fire. I discarded the leggings, short skirt and shirt and stepped outside. The wind was calm, although it was very cold. Yet I wasn't cold. Spirit was astounded at the way I was dressed.
"Dress as the day you were born Spirit." I said.
He looked at me astounded, but then seeing my eyes stripped naked.
"Please forgive me Spirit."
Before he could answer I ordered him to collect wood on the way and started walking along the cliff face. He followed and did as I asked. I walked for almost a mile, until I came to a point I knew I had to stop at.
"Build a fire." I said.
When he looked at me I said.
"As your ancestors did."
I was surprised he got it going as quick as he did, but soon he had a good very warm fire burning.
"Make it bigger Spirit. We must draw the lost Spirit to the heat."
Jeremy never even thought about it, he just ran into the snow and collected more wood to feed the fire. Soon a roaring blaze lit up the area and pushed back the cold.
Jeremy was very close when I shouted.
"No. I will not do this."
"Keeper are you okay?"
"No, Spirit I am not. The ancestors want a sacrifice. I will not sacrifice you love no matter what."
"Keeper, you will have me within you for ever. If my Ancestors need me to bring another home, then I must give my self."
"If your ancestors are such that they need a human sacrifice, then I will never help them again, I will not Sacrifice one I love no matter their need."
"YOU HEAR ME. I WILL NOT SACRIFICE MY LOVE JUST TO BRING ANOTHER HOME" I screamed into the night.
The problem was I was not in control. I was like a puppet on a string. Even my words were being controlled. I turned to Jeremy, Spirit.
"Walk into the fire Spirit." I said even as I tried to stop saying the words.
"I love you John." Spirit said.
He then walked into the huge bonfire. His screams of pain would have woken every spirit that had ever died. Yet I could not move. I could only stand and watch as his body was consumed by the fire.
When the fire died down I walked back to our camp. I removed the loin cloth and all the other stuff and dropped them on the glowing embers of our, now my fire. I went into the tent and slumped down on my sleeping bag. Fuck, I, I really loved that young native boy and now some power within me had forced me to sacrifice him. I hated everything.
I dreamed of Jeremy in my arms. His smooth body, wonderful cock that had plowed my ass or filled my mouth and throat. Even his nice ass I had taken on occasion. God now what?
When I woke in the morning, I knew where I was going now. I packed everything and climbed into the Suburban and set off. South and East, back to Monument Valley and Spirit Mountain. I was going to end this once and for all.
These damned Ancestors had first given me the only one I could love and the only love I had ever had and then taken it away. Well they could find someone else to be their keeper of the spirits. All I wanted was my Spirit back. The trip back to Monument Valley was almost a blank. I don't remember the trip or anything that happened along the way. Even the three day trip off the main road was a blank. I collected fire wood and built a fire at the entrance to the home of the Ancestors. After making myself some dinner, sat by the fire with a beer.
All I could think of was Spirit, my Spirit, that I had lost. How could they be so cruel? When I looked up a billion stars filled the heavens. They were so bright they lit up the landscape around Spirit Mountain. I just became lost in thought of the absolute beauty of the place. I did not know how to contact the Ancestors or even if they would let me. Tired I finally turned in. Crawled naked into my sleeping bag and drifted off to sleep.
I woke up suddenly when I felt a warm body beside me. I turned and looked into the darkness.
"Are you okay Love. I think you were having a bad dream." Spirit said.
I was so startled to hear his voice I jumped out of my sleeping bag.
"How can you be here? How can you be alive?" I yelled.
"What do you mean John? I have always been here."
"No. I watched you walk into a fire in Montana last week."
"Montana? I have never been to Montana. I think you have been dreaming. As you can see I am very much alive."
I sank down onto the sleeping bag. My mind was in turmoil. What has been happening to me. Spirit crawled over to me and put his arms around me. Feeling his arms, started me crying. I hugged him very tight.
"Are you okay John?"
"I don't honestly know. If this was all a dream, it was very real."
"Tell me John."
I related everything to him from the first time I met him until now.
"John, we did indeed meet at Mirror Lake and I did bring you here, but we have only been here this first night. Tomorrow I will show you the trail taken by the Mormon Leader and then you promised to take me to Salt Lake City. We spent all day photographing Spirit Mountain, Seminole Peak and Mirror Lake. Last night we made love. I think I could fall for you very easy John. I wish you would take me home, when you go."
"Jeremy, I would be very happy if you came home with me. I have loved you from the first day I met you. Now I could never do without you."
"Yes the one day does feel like forever Love."
We curled up together on the sleeping bag and drifted back to sleep. The following morning after breakfast we hiked into the old trail used by the First Mormon wagon train to move into Utah. We found several very old artifacts, that we collected, as well as photographed the trail. The Mormons who first moved here must have been a very tough breed. The whole area was nothing but rocks and scrub bush. After a hike back, we rested in the shade for a few hours. Even though I very much remembered an entrance way into Spirit Mountain, Jeremy told me it was solid rock, with no way in. I guess all part of my dream.
"I think we will stay here one more night and then head back to Salt Lake City. Do you have a treaty card Jeremy?"
"Yes."
"Good, you can travel with me back to my home in Canada."
When I said that, he flung himself into my arms. He hugged and necked for a while.
"Take me please John. I want to feel your love inside me."
The first night Jeremy had fucked me long and slow. Now he was asking me to enter him. I knew I was mostly a bottom, but would do as he asked. Right there below the solid rock of Spirit Mountain I entered my love. Like he had done, it a long slow coupling. After we were done we just sat in dying rays of the sun and held each other.
After returning to Salt Lake City, collecting my fee, we both flew back to my home in Calmar. We spent the rest of our lives together, sometimes traveling the world on assignments and sometimes just living and playing at home. I have never forgotten that dream.
Maybe there really is a place where his Ancestors reside. I won't ever travel or photograph anyplace that is considered sacred to any of the Native Canadian or Americans. That is my vow.
End.