10-28-2021, 09:27 AM
Thanks for the nice compliments! Here's the second part:
Jason had little time to mourn the death of his brother. The five Cherokee surrounded him and all seemed captivated by the big white man. Jason was a strapping lad of 19 and stood 6 foot 2 inches and weighed a muscular 190 pounds.
The Indians pawed and petted the furry pelt that covered his broad chest and stroked the line of hair running down his hard abdomen.
Indian leader Red Dove then brought their attention back to the mater at hand, that being the education of their younger companions. They had done well in executing the younger white man-cub with arrows. Now Red Dove held up his war lance and thrust it to White Willow. He handed a second one to Green Feather while keeping one for himself.
The elder, if you could call a 20 year old elder, brave Red Dove moved in front of the tree Joey had been tied to and demonstrated the proper way of tossing the spear. His throw went straight and true as the spear planted itself in the trunk of the tree right where he had aimed.
He walked over to retrieve the spear stepping over the other two braves that were digging their spent arrows out of Joey’s dead body with knives.
Now it was the younger boys turn.
A comment from Red Dove to the other two made them stop their gruesome task as they didn’t want to become accidental victims of rookie spear throwers.
Green Feather went first and his aim was right on target. He beamed with pride and got a round of pats on the back.
White Willow went next and his spear too hit the tree. It was a little off center but still embedded itself.
Jason had a horrible feeling he knew what was in store for him. But he could not seem to take his eyes off the mutilated body of his dead little brother. A burning rage filled him and he wanted nothing more than to get loose and rip the murdering thugs apart. But after another tug on the ties that bound him that didn’t seem likely to happen.
After a few more words of instruction the Indians moved in front of Jason. Red Dove wanted both his trainees to get chance to strike a living target so he patted Jason’s firm, fuzz covered belly indicating where he wanted them to aim. He explained that if this were battle they would aim for the breast and he placed his hand over Jason’s heart that he felt pounding hard.
They moved back to a distance of about 30 feet.
White Willow took his stance and held the war lance like an ancient Egyptian warrior. Some things were universal such as throwing a spear.
The teen took a short hop and threw it forward. The spear arched forward like a missile and came to sudden stop as it embedded itself in Jason’s stomach a few inches to the right of his navel.
Jason grimaces as the thick shaft with its sharp point diving deep through his guts.
The spear was still weighted heavier to the rear and the end bent downward causing the embedded spear tip to plow upward through Jason’s innards his ripping colon and small intestines.
Jason could hardly believe the searing pain of the wound but was not about to let the savages see his torment and stoically bore the agony with nothing more than a grimace and clenched teeth.
The Indians approached him and Red Dove caught the look in Jason’s eye and knew the big teenager was hiding an incredible amount of pain. The Indian leader formed an immediate respect for the white boy.
White Willow grabbed the shaft of his spear and pulled it free. Jason let out a grunt as the shaft exited his body with a jerk. Blood spewed out of the big opening in his belly as well as a trace of bowel. Jason slumped a little but held his footing not wanting to show weakness. But in his heart he knew he was doomed. Even if they stopped and cut him free now he would not survive the horrible wound.
The Indians all went back to the firing line and this time Green Feather too his stance. The youth aimed and tossed the war lance like an Olympic javelin thrower and just like his companion’s it hit its mark sticking into the opposite side of Jason’s abs.
Jason whooshed out his breath as his belly was pierced a second time. Green Feather had more force behind his throw and the tip actually threatened to punch out the small of Jason’s back.
White Willow and Green Feather celebrated and laughed as they ran forward for Green Feather to get his lance back. Jason shuddered and tensed his body trying to prepare for what he knew would be an incredibly painful extraction. But even being prepared did little as the pain was horrific when Green Feather yanked his spear free.
The spear slipped out of Jason’s stomach with a wet, sucking sound that pulled some of the white boy’s gut out with it. Yet still Jason maintained his footing. He would not give them the satisfaction of seeing him beg for mercy.
The Natives gathered round and watched Jason’s blood seep from the two belly wounds. Jason was breathing in air in deep gulps as he tried to deal with the agonizing pain in his abdomen.
Red Dove had long been known as an expert with the war lance and now the younger braves prodded him to demonstrate.
Red Dove blushed and in truth liked to show off his skill and readily accepted. He could see Jason was fading fast and wanted his to be the death blow.
Red Dove fingered Jason’s navel and indicated that was where he would hit.
He moved back to the throwing point then stepped back another 10 meters then tossed the lance.
The braves held their breath. Jason did too and was powerless to stop the spear from plunging deep into his guts right where Red Dove said his throw would go.
The spear punched through Jason’s navel knot and rammed through the tender organs that rested behind it.
Jason clenched his teeth and threw his head back uttering no more than a slight whimper. His legs buckled but still he maintained his footing and all the Cherokee were rightly impressed.
Red Dove now knew this had turned into a contest of wills between him and the captive white teen. And it was a contest Red Dove intended to win.
The spear stuck in Jason’s belly heaved up and down as he sucked in breaths. Red Dove grabbed the heaving spear shaft and locked eyes with Jason and gave the spear a clockwise spin causing the point to shred its way through Jason’s interior.
Jason trembled at this horrific new assault but still refused to yield. Red dove jerked the imbedded point this way and that stirring Jason’s guts as the white boy’s lower lip quivered. With one final upward shove that nearly entered the chest cavity Red Dove extracted the spear. A gush of blood followed it out almost as if the red fluid were pushing the invading spear from the body.
The Indians gathered round and watched Jason as he struggled not to die. But as the three massive, gory wounds in his belly hemorrhaged blood they and he knew it was a lost cause.
Yet even as he struggled the respect Red Dove had developed intensified and the Cherokee reached out and stroked Jason’s throbbing cock. In short order the Indian had the white boy unloading a huge glut of hot, white cum all over the bloody grass at his feet.
Yet still Jason clung to life. His knees buckled again and again he regained his footing. Red Dove saw this youth as an equal and decided it would not do well to have such a worthy adversary suffer. He grabbed his bloody spear and took just a few paces back then thrust it directly through the center of Jason’s, broad, hair covered chest.
Jason finally let out a groan as he tossed his head back spewing blood from his lips.
Red Dove and the others cut Jason down and Jason’s hands gripped the spear’s shaft where it entered his breast. He squirmed a little and amazingly even managed to nearly right himself. But not for long as the severity of the wounds exacted their price. In the end even Jason’s great strength failed him and his efforts stopped as did his raspy breaths till he too lay as still as his brother Joey.
Red Dove extracted his spear and was slightly saddened to see such a powerful youth die at his hand. But he also knew it was better than having to face Jason on the field of battle.
The Cherokee rode off with the two younger boys that much closer to being full fledged warriors.
Joey and Jason would be found shortly and added to the list of victims of Indian attacks.
Jason had little time to mourn the death of his brother. The five Cherokee surrounded him and all seemed captivated by the big white man. Jason was a strapping lad of 19 and stood 6 foot 2 inches and weighed a muscular 190 pounds.
The Indians pawed and petted the furry pelt that covered his broad chest and stroked the line of hair running down his hard abdomen.
Indian leader Red Dove then brought their attention back to the mater at hand, that being the education of their younger companions. They had done well in executing the younger white man-cub with arrows. Now Red Dove held up his war lance and thrust it to White Willow. He handed a second one to Green Feather while keeping one for himself.
The elder, if you could call a 20 year old elder, brave Red Dove moved in front of the tree Joey had been tied to and demonstrated the proper way of tossing the spear. His throw went straight and true as the spear planted itself in the trunk of the tree right where he had aimed.
He walked over to retrieve the spear stepping over the other two braves that were digging their spent arrows out of Joey’s dead body with knives.
Now it was the younger boys turn.
A comment from Red Dove to the other two made them stop their gruesome task as they didn’t want to become accidental victims of rookie spear throwers.
Green Feather went first and his aim was right on target. He beamed with pride and got a round of pats on the back.
White Willow went next and his spear too hit the tree. It was a little off center but still embedded itself.
Jason had a horrible feeling he knew what was in store for him. But he could not seem to take his eyes off the mutilated body of his dead little brother. A burning rage filled him and he wanted nothing more than to get loose and rip the murdering thugs apart. But after another tug on the ties that bound him that didn’t seem likely to happen.
After a few more words of instruction the Indians moved in front of Jason. Red Dove wanted both his trainees to get chance to strike a living target so he patted Jason’s firm, fuzz covered belly indicating where he wanted them to aim. He explained that if this were battle they would aim for the breast and he placed his hand over Jason’s heart that he felt pounding hard.
They moved back to a distance of about 30 feet.
White Willow took his stance and held the war lance like an ancient Egyptian warrior. Some things were universal such as throwing a spear.
The teen took a short hop and threw it forward. The spear arched forward like a missile and came to sudden stop as it embedded itself in Jason’s stomach a few inches to the right of his navel.
Jason grimaces as the thick shaft with its sharp point diving deep through his guts.
The spear was still weighted heavier to the rear and the end bent downward causing the embedded spear tip to plow upward through Jason’s innards his ripping colon and small intestines.
Jason could hardly believe the searing pain of the wound but was not about to let the savages see his torment and stoically bore the agony with nothing more than a grimace and clenched teeth.
The Indians approached him and Red Dove caught the look in Jason’s eye and knew the big teenager was hiding an incredible amount of pain. The Indian leader formed an immediate respect for the white boy.
White Willow grabbed the shaft of his spear and pulled it free. Jason let out a grunt as the shaft exited his body with a jerk. Blood spewed out of the big opening in his belly as well as a trace of bowel. Jason slumped a little but held his footing not wanting to show weakness. But in his heart he knew he was doomed. Even if they stopped and cut him free now he would not survive the horrible wound.
The Indians all went back to the firing line and this time Green Feather too his stance. The youth aimed and tossed the war lance like an Olympic javelin thrower and just like his companion’s it hit its mark sticking into the opposite side of Jason’s abs.
Jason whooshed out his breath as his belly was pierced a second time. Green Feather had more force behind his throw and the tip actually threatened to punch out the small of Jason’s back.
White Willow and Green Feather celebrated and laughed as they ran forward for Green Feather to get his lance back. Jason shuddered and tensed his body trying to prepare for what he knew would be an incredibly painful extraction. But even being prepared did little as the pain was horrific when Green Feather yanked his spear free.
The spear slipped out of Jason’s stomach with a wet, sucking sound that pulled some of the white boy’s gut out with it. Yet still Jason maintained his footing. He would not give them the satisfaction of seeing him beg for mercy.
The Natives gathered round and watched Jason’s blood seep from the two belly wounds. Jason was breathing in air in deep gulps as he tried to deal with the agonizing pain in his abdomen.
Red Dove had long been known as an expert with the war lance and now the younger braves prodded him to demonstrate.
Red Dove blushed and in truth liked to show off his skill and readily accepted. He could see Jason was fading fast and wanted his to be the death blow.
Red Dove fingered Jason’s navel and indicated that was where he would hit.
He moved back to the throwing point then stepped back another 10 meters then tossed the lance.
The braves held their breath. Jason did too and was powerless to stop the spear from plunging deep into his guts right where Red Dove said his throw would go.
The spear punched through Jason’s navel knot and rammed through the tender organs that rested behind it.
Jason clenched his teeth and threw his head back uttering no more than a slight whimper. His legs buckled but still he maintained his footing and all the Cherokee were rightly impressed.
Red Dove now knew this had turned into a contest of wills between him and the captive white teen. And it was a contest Red Dove intended to win.
The spear stuck in Jason’s belly heaved up and down as he sucked in breaths. Red Dove grabbed the heaving spear shaft and locked eyes with Jason and gave the spear a clockwise spin causing the point to shred its way through Jason’s interior.
Jason trembled at this horrific new assault but still refused to yield. Red dove jerked the imbedded point this way and that stirring Jason’s guts as the white boy’s lower lip quivered. With one final upward shove that nearly entered the chest cavity Red Dove extracted the spear. A gush of blood followed it out almost as if the red fluid were pushing the invading spear from the body.
The Indians gathered round and watched Jason as he struggled not to die. But as the three massive, gory wounds in his belly hemorrhaged blood they and he knew it was a lost cause.
Yet even as he struggled the respect Red Dove had developed intensified and the Cherokee reached out and stroked Jason’s throbbing cock. In short order the Indian had the white boy unloading a huge glut of hot, white cum all over the bloody grass at his feet.
Yet still Jason clung to life. His knees buckled again and again he regained his footing. Red Dove saw this youth as an equal and decided it would not do well to have such a worthy adversary suffer. He grabbed his bloody spear and took just a few paces back then thrust it directly through the center of Jason’s, broad, hair covered chest.
Jason finally let out a groan as he tossed his head back spewing blood from his lips.
Red Dove and the others cut Jason down and Jason’s hands gripped the spear’s shaft where it entered his breast. He squirmed a little and amazingly even managed to nearly right himself. But not for long as the severity of the wounds exacted their price. In the end even Jason’s great strength failed him and his efforts stopped as did his raspy breaths till he too lay as still as his brother Joey.
Red Dove extracted his spear and was slightly saddened to see such a powerful youth die at his hand. But he also knew it was better than having to face Jason on the field of battle.
The Cherokee rode off with the two younger boys that much closer to being full fledged warriors.
Joey and Jason would be found shortly and added to the list of victims of Indian attacks.