10-24-2021, 09:53 AM
The summer of 1872 was a hot one and the cool water of a nearby stream seemed a good place to take a break after a long day’s labor on the family homestead for the two youths.
The Weyland boys were left alone for the weekend as their parents and younger sister left for a trip to Dodge City that would last five days. Jason was 19 years old and ruggedly looking and his younger brother Joey was 17 and equally tough in appearance yet maintained his fresh boy-like charm.
After splashing about in the cooling water for a few minutes the brothers emerged from pool naked as the day they were born. The water had plastered down the thick crop of hair on Jason’s powerful chest and taunt abs making it even more pronounced and Joey tried hard not to notice his brother’s manliness. But it was a failed effort as the 17 year old’s cock began to swell as he took in the sight. Jason cast a glance at his little brother who he had not seen naked in a while and noticed with pleasure that Joey wasn’t a “little” boy anymore. Though Joey’s chest and belly were not as hairy as his brother’s he was beginning to sport soft tuft of hair growth between his pecs and a neat oval pattern of fur encircled his deep innie navel the kid was also sporting an impressive piece of manhood between his thighs.
Jason reached out and gave Joey’s hardening dick a swat that made the teenager’s cock go bobbing side to side as Jason said, “Liking what you see lil brother?”
Joey blushed and tried to hide his excitement to no avail then repeated the same move to Jason giving the 19 year old’s cock a friendly swat that made it bounce around as it jutted out from a massive forest of thick pubes.
“No more than you are BIG brother!” Joey said.
Living alone on the plains with lack of female companionship was getting tough for both boys to take and knowing they would not be seen they began to fondle each other.
But they were wrong about not being seen. Not far off in the brush there lay five Cherokee Indians. Three were full fledged warriors while the others were younger teens on the path to that rank. The older boys had brought them on this mission to aid them in that process. Today the younger boys would go through a right of passage that was essential. They would learn to kill another man.
The Indians watched and seemed intrigued at what the young white men were doing and when Jason pushed his younger brother to his knees and stuffed his engorged cock into the blonde teen’s mouth the Cherokee youths all hardened with excitement at the sight. But the leader of the party, Red Dove, brought them back to the matter at hand and signaled to the rest to fan out and advance.
At Red Dove’s signal they rushed the Weyland boys who were now in the midst of a full fledged sex romp and were taken totally by surprise.
By design two braves grabbed the bigger boy from behind and Red Dove rammed the butt end of his spear into Jason’s stomach winding him then brought the spear end up like a club smacking the underside of the chin knocking Jason half unconscious. Meanwhile the other two Cherokee tackled Joey. One of the young Indians punched Joey’s cock and balls several times eliciting yelps of pain from the cute teen while the second threw a few well placed punches to his face stunning him to the point where he could be handled easily and hoisted up from behind with his arms behind his back.
The white boys had ropes tied to their wrists and were led over to two trees that had large overhanging branches. Their wrists were forced high overhead and tied to these branches with the arms slightly off to the sides. The restrained wrists were forced so high up that the captive’s toes barely touched the ground. The result was that the brothers were tied upright with their naked bodies totally exposed and vulnerable.
When Jason finally came to with a shake of his head he pulled at his restraints to no avail. He then looked over to his left and saw his little brother tied the same as he himself was. The Indians were surrounding Joey and stroking his blonde hair and rubbing the teen’s hard pecs and furry stomach like he was some sort of curious pet. Joey was wiggling but could not stop the humiliation. One of the braves began stroking Joey’s cock and seemed pleased it responded with an immediate hardening.
“Leave him the hell alone!” Jason yelled.
The braves didn’t understand the white man’s words but did turn their attention back to the older captive. Red Dove walked over to Jason with a war lance in hand and poked the razor sharp flint tip into Jason’s fuzz covered navel and applied just enough pressure to draw a drop of blood. It was an obvious demonstration that Red Dove had the power of life and death over Jason. But Jason was not easily intimidated and responded in a way he was sure the savage would understand and spat on Red Dove’s face.
The other four Indians shouted in anger and raised their own spears to skewer the offending white man but Red Dove reacted differently.
He simply wiped the saliva from his face and held up a hand ordering silence. He then ordered the two younger members of the party, White Willow and Green Feather, go get their bows and arrows. The two young teenagers responded and returned brandishing their weapons.
Red Dove was indeed insulted at what Jason had done but decided the best form of punishment would be for Jason to watch as his young lover/brother was executed with arrows fired by the young braves in training.
Red Dove backed the two young Cherokee back a point about 40 feet away from where Joey stood tied in a near crucifix stance.
Jason had a good idea now what was going to happen as did Joey who cast a fearful glace over to his brother and gulped down a lump in his throat.
Acting like the perfect teacher Red Dove stood behind White Willow and showed him the proper way of aiming. The boy pulled the arrow back as the older brave guided his aim gently then stepped back. White Willow let his breath out and let the arrow loose.
Joey’s eyes were clenched tight awaiting the pain that was sure to come but instead he felt the “swoosh’ of the arrow sail past his left ear.
The disappointment and shame on White Willow’s face was obvious yet Red Dove made no condescending comment and patted the boy on the back for a good first attempt and told him to try again.
Somehow Joey wished the kid would just put the next shot through his heart and end this ungodly waiting. Jason was actually wishing the same thing hoping that Joey’s death, that was unavoidable now, would be a quick one.
White Willow pulled the arrow back and again accepted the instructions from his teacher and this time let his breath out as he let the arrow go. The missile with the sharp flint tip streaked toward its target.
THUMP!
The arrow embedded itself in Joey’s slightly soft and thickly furred belly just to the left of his big navel knot. Joey let out a groan as he felt the hard point rip deep into his bowels. Surprisingly little blood came out of him. Just a small trickle worked its way around the shaft and ran in a tiny stream down his gut ending in his blonde pubes.
Jason winced in sympathetic pain and turned away but had to look back as White Willow rushed forward to see his handiwork along with the rest of the Cherokee.
“Excellent work White Willow” Red Dove told his young student in their native tongue.
“You have pierced the belly of the white man-boy.” Red Dove held his finger to Joey’s side indicating just how far in the arrow had penetrated. He then showed how important it was to have adequate barbs on the arrows and gave the shaft a hard pull.
Joey screamed as the well-barbed tip ripped his guts apart as it was yanked on.
Green Feather stood by enthralled and wanted to get a try too. He was about to have that chance as Red Dove told him to go back to the same spot and load up.
Green Feather was a little bigger than his friend White Willow. His stout muscles pulled the arrow back further and Red Dove guided his aim in the same helpful way. He stepped back and the boy let go.
THWACK!
Green Feather’s arrow hit the mark on the first try and Joey kicked his legs out and threw his head back as the arrow plunged through his hair covered lower belly him just above his lush crop of golden pubes.
Again the Indians rushed forward with Green Feather leading the way eager to see the wound he had inflicted.
Joey’s cock was actually throbbing at half-mast even with two arrows in his gut. A slick wetness adorned the bulbous head while the two low hanging balls churned in their hairy sack. Red Dove indicated again how far the point had penetrated and the second arrow was further in then the first.
More blood oozed out from around this wound too and Joey’s cute young face still yet to grow a whisker grimaced with pain.
Another of the older braves made a joke about Green Feather almost hitting the boy’s cock and all the Cherokee laughed as they returned to the firing point.
White Willow was up again and this time his first shot didn’t miss.
“THUMP!” the dull sound of an arrow hitting the tender abdomen was audible.
Joey cried out in pain as his stomach was hit dead center in the valley of his abs a few inches above his belly button.
Green Feather was eager to shoot again and his arrow too found the target.
“THWACK!” Again Green Feather’s arrow hit low finding a home near his first shot going through the upper portion of Joey’s pubic patch and stabbing through the boy’s bladder.
“AGGGGHHHH,……Shit!” screamed Joey at the intense pain.
The same brave that had made the earlier comment spoke again of the boy’s enthusiasm for shooting low and again the braves laughed.
“Hang in there Joey!” it was a feeble encouragement and Jason knew it but there was little he could offer at this point.
“THUMP!” Came the sound of White Willow’s third shot as it hit Joey just to the right of his navel.
Green Feather’s third shot went higher this time and hit Joey in the upper abdomen just below the left ribcage puncturing the handsome teenager’s stomach sack.
“Uuuuuuuugghh” went Joey whose head fell forward with his legs giving out. Only the ropes that bound his wrists supported him now and he drooped forward with his chin resting on his chest. Blood dripped out of his mouth as it surged up his throat from the severe abdominal trauma caused by the six arrows in his guts.
The braves walked over to him and heard the heavy wheezing as the dying boy gasped for breath. Red Dove grabbed him by the back of the head and pulled his face up. Joey opened his eyes. They were filled with pain yet still showed defiance. Amazingly his long cock was now at full mast and Red dove stroked it slathering it’s impressive length with pre-cum. A bit of red stained the normally clear fluid indicating some damage to Joey’s reproductive system from Green Feather’s low shots.
Jason could not watch the sight of his beloved baby brother being slowly shot to death. The moans Joey was making were bad enough for Jason to bear. When Red Dove noticed this he knew he had selected the right torture for the elder white man. This was indeed worse for him than his own torture or death.
Red Dove let Joey go and Joey leaned forward outstretched. His head was still down but he continued his raspy breathing spitting up an occasional wad of blood that landed on his chest. Joey’s furry stomach with its six arrows sticking from it heaved in and out as his labored breath came in gasps. The motion of the arrow stabbed belly made the protruding shafts almost appear to be dancing, as they all seemed to be stuck into the undulating belly at different angles.
Red Dove ordered both his students to load their bows. They did and he thrust his own taunt, brown skinned Cherokee belly forward and pointed to his deep innie navel to indicate what the boy’s target was.
White Willow and Green Feather both grinned and aimed their arrows at Joey’s arrow riddled abdomen.
Jason watched in abject horror and screamed, “NOOOOO BSTARDS!”
But the insult was in vane as the arrows were let loose.
The two THUMPS were so close together they sounded like one.
“Unnnnngghhhh” Joey just let out a grunting moan of pain as both arrows hit their mark ripping through his navel and burrowing deep into one of the few undamaged parts of his gut.
Again the five Indians went over to see the damage. Joey was slumping forward and Red Dove raised his head by the hair. Gone was the defiant look replaced by one of acceptance of his death that was just moments away. Joey tongue hung out the side of his mouth as blood dripped over and around it.
Green Feather and White Willow were celebrating as both of them had sunk their arrows into the birth scar of the white man-boy.
The dual arrows had obliterated what was once a beautiful navel and the side by side wood shafts stretched the wound open wide allowing copious amounts of blood to gush out of it.
Joey’s eyes began to gloss over and he coughed feebly a few times. The incredible damage his body had absorbed from now 8 arrows in his soft belly was about to take its price.
White Willow noticed Joey’s cock still at full mast. Red Dove instructed the two shooters to stroke it on till it spewed seed as Joey had faced death with incredible bravery. It was a way of honoring him.
White Willow rubbed the engorged cock back and forth while Green Feather massaged the low hanging cum filled balls. He even stuck his index finger up Joey’s ass and it was that action that caused Joey to moan as his shot his now blood stained cum all over White Willow’s hard, brown skinned pectorals.
Joey’s cock continued to spray his pink cum even after White Willow stopped manipulating him.
Red Dove cut Joey down and laid him on his back. The eight arrows in the teenager’s stomach bobbed up and down a few more times as he took his last few breaths till Joey let out a gurgling noise and all motion on his body stopped. His body sagged forward supported only by the ropes tied to his wrists, his chin resting on his chest.
Jason tried to blink away the tears as he saw Joey die.
The five Cherokee then advanced on him.
The Native American’s were free of body hair and were captivated by the carpet of fur that grew over Jason’s chest and stomach. They rubbed it like a pet dog while they discussed what would become of the second of the captives.
The Weyland boys were left alone for the weekend as their parents and younger sister left for a trip to Dodge City that would last five days. Jason was 19 years old and ruggedly looking and his younger brother Joey was 17 and equally tough in appearance yet maintained his fresh boy-like charm.
After splashing about in the cooling water for a few minutes the brothers emerged from pool naked as the day they were born. The water had plastered down the thick crop of hair on Jason’s powerful chest and taunt abs making it even more pronounced and Joey tried hard not to notice his brother’s manliness. But it was a failed effort as the 17 year old’s cock began to swell as he took in the sight. Jason cast a glance at his little brother who he had not seen naked in a while and noticed with pleasure that Joey wasn’t a “little” boy anymore. Though Joey’s chest and belly were not as hairy as his brother’s he was beginning to sport soft tuft of hair growth between his pecs and a neat oval pattern of fur encircled his deep innie navel the kid was also sporting an impressive piece of manhood between his thighs.
Jason reached out and gave Joey’s hardening dick a swat that made the teenager’s cock go bobbing side to side as Jason said, “Liking what you see lil brother?”
Joey blushed and tried to hide his excitement to no avail then repeated the same move to Jason giving the 19 year old’s cock a friendly swat that made it bounce around as it jutted out from a massive forest of thick pubes.
“No more than you are BIG brother!” Joey said.
Living alone on the plains with lack of female companionship was getting tough for both boys to take and knowing they would not be seen they began to fondle each other.
But they were wrong about not being seen. Not far off in the brush there lay five Cherokee Indians. Three were full fledged warriors while the others were younger teens on the path to that rank. The older boys had brought them on this mission to aid them in that process. Today the younger boys would go through a right of passage that was essential. They would learn to kill another man.
The Indians watched and seemed intrigued at what the young white men were doing and when Jason pushed his younger brother to his knees and stuffed his engorged cock into the blonde teen’s mouth the Cherokee youths all hardened with excitement at the sight. But the leader of the party, Red Dove, brought them back to the matter at hand and signaled to the rest to fan out and advance.
At Red Dove’s signal they rushed the Weyland boys who were now in the midst of a full fledged sex romp and were taken totally by surprise.
By design two braves grabbed the bigger boy from behind and Red Dove rammed the butt end of his spear into Jason’s stomach winding him then brought the spear end up like a club smacking the underside of the chin knocking Jason half unconscious. Meanwhile the other two Cherokee tackled Joey. One of the young Indians punched Joey’s cock and balls several times eliciting yelps of pain from the cute teen while the second threw a few well placed punches to his face stunning him to the point where he could be handled easily and hoisted up from behind with his arms behind his back.
The white boys had ropes tied to their wrists and were led over to two trees that had large overhanging branches. Their wrists were forced high overhead and tied to these branches with the arms slightly off to the sides. The restrained wrists were forced so high up that the captive’s toes barely touched the ground. The result was that the brothers were tied upright with their naked bodies totally exposed and vulnerable.
When Jason finally came to with a shake of his head he pulled at his restraints to no avail. He then looked over to his left and saw his little brother tied the same as he himself was. The Indians were surrounding Joey and stroking his blonde hair and rubbing the teen’s hard pecs and furry stomach like he was some sort of curious pet. Joey was wiggling but could not stop the humiliation. One of the braves began stroking Joey’s cock and seemed pleased it responded with an immediate hardening.
“Leave him the hell alone!” Jason yelled.
The braves didn’t understand the white man’s words but did turn their attention back to the older captive. Red Dove walked over to Jason with a war lance in hand and poked the razor sharp flint tip into Jason’s fuzz covered navel and applied just enough pressure to draw a drop of blood. It was an obvious demonstration that Red Dove had the power of life and death over Jason. But Jason was not easily intimidated and responded in a way he was sure the savage would understand and spat on Red Dove’s face.
The other four Indians shouted in anger and raised their own spears to skewer the offending white man but Red Dove reacted differently.
He simply wiped the saliva from his face and held up a hand ordering silence. He then ordered the two younger members of the party, White Willow and Green Feather, go get their bows and arrows. The two young teenagers responded and returned brandishing their weapons.
Red Dove was indeed insulted at what Jason had done but decided the best form of punishment would be for Jason to watch as his young lover/brother was executed with arrows fired by the young braves in training.
Red Dove backed the two young Cherokee back a point about 40 feet away from where Joey stood tied in a near crucifix stance.
Jason had a good idea now what was going to happen as did Joey who cast a fearful glace over to his brother and gulped down a lump in his throat.
Acting like the perfect teacher Red Dove stood behind White Willow and showed him the proper way of aiming. The boy pulled the arrow back as the older brave guided his aim gently then stepped back. White Willow let his breath out and let the arrow loose.
Joey’s eyes were clenched tight awaiting the pain that was sure to come but instead he felt the “swoosh’ of the arrow sail past his left ear.
The disappointment and shame on White Willow’s face was obvious yet Red Dove made no condescending comment and patted the boy on the back for a good first attempt and told him to try again.
Somehow Joey wished the kid would just put the next shot through his heart and end this ungodly waiting. Jason was actually wishing the same thing hoping that Joey’s death, that was unavoidable now, would be a quick one.
White Willow pulled the arrow back and again accepted the instructions from his teacher and this time let his breath out as he let the arrow go. The missile with the sharp flint tip streaked toward its target.
THUMP!
The arrow embedded itself in Joey’s slightly soft and thickly furred belly just to the left of his big navel knot. Joey let out a groan as he felt the hard point rip deep into his bowels. Surprisingly little blood came out of him. Just a small trickle worked its way around the shaft and ran in a tiny stream down his gut ending in his blonde pubes.
Jason winced in sympathetic pain and turned away but had to look back as White Willow rushed forward to see his handiwork along with the rest of the Cherokee.
“Excellent work White Willow” Red Dove told his young student in their native tongue.
“You have pierced the belly of the white man-boy.” Red Dove held his finger to Joey’s side indicating just how far in the arrow had penetrated. He then showed how important it was to have adequate barbs on the arrows and gave the shaft a hard pull.
Joey screamed as the well-barbed tip ripped his guts apart as it was yanked on.
Green Feather stood by enthralled and wanted to get a try too. He was about to have that chance as Red Dove told him to go back to the same spot and load up.
Green Feather was a little bigger than his friend White Willow. His stout muscles pulled the arrow back further and Red Dove guided his aim in the same helpful way. He stepped back and the boy let go.
THWACK!
Green Feather’s arrow hit the mark on the first try and Joey kicked his legs out and threw his head back as the arrow plunged through his hair covered lower belly him just above his lush crop of golden pubes.
Again the Indians rushed forward with Green Feather leading the way eager to see the wound he had inflicted.
Joey’s cock was actually throbbing at half-mast even with two arrows in his gut. A slick wetness adorned the bulbous head while the two low hanging balls churned in their hairy sack. Red Dove indicated again how far the point had penetrated and the second arrow was further in then the first.
More blood oozed out from around this wound too and Joey’s cute young face still yet to grow a whisker grimaced with pain.
Another of the older braves made a joke about Green Feather almost hitting the boy’s cock and all the Cherokee laughed as they returned to the firing point.
White Willow was up again and this time his first shot didn’t miss.
“THUMP!” the dull sound of an arrow hitting the tender abdomen was audible.
Joey cried out in pain as his stomach was hit dead center in the valley of his abs a few inches above his belly button.
Green Feather was eager to shoot again and his arrow too found the target.
“THWACK!” Again Green Feather’s arrow hit low finding a home near his first shot going through the upper portion of Joey’s pubic patch and stabbing through the boy’s bladder.
“AGGGGHHHH,……Shit!” screamed Joey at the intense pain.
The same brave that had made the earlier comment spoke again of the boy’s enthusiasm for shooting low and again the braves laughed.
“Hang in there Joey!” it was a feeble encouragement and Jason knew it but there was little he could offer at this point.
“THUMP!” Came the sound of White Willow’s third shot as it hit Joey just to the right of his navel.
Green Feather’s third shot went higher this time and hit Joey in the upper abdomen just below the left ribcage puncturing the handsome teenager’s stomach sack.
“Uuuuuuuugghh” went Joey whose head fell forward with his legs giving out. Only the ropes that bound his wrists supported him now and he drooped forward with his chin resting on his chest. Blood dripped out of his mouth as it surged up his throat from the severe abdominal trauma caused by the six arrows in his guts.
The braves walked over to him and heard the heavy wheezing as the dying boy gasped for breath. Red Dove grabbed him by the back of the head and pulled his face up. Joey opened his eyes. They were filled with pain yet still showed defiance. Amazingly his long cock was now at full mast and Red dove stroked it slathering it’s impressive length with pre-cum. A bit of red stained the normally clear fluid indicating some damage to Joey’s reproductive system from Green Feather’s low shots.
Jason could not watch the sight of his beloved baby brother being slowly shot to death. The moans Joey was making were bad enough for Jason to bear. When Red Dove noticed this he knew he had selected the right torture for the elder white man. This was indeed worse for him than his own torture or death.
Red Dove let Joey go and Joey leaned forward outstretched. His head was still down but he continued his raspy breathing spitting up an occasional wad of blood that landed on his chest. Joey’s furry stomach with its six arrows sticking from it heaved in and out as his labored breath came in gasps. The motion of the arrow stabbed belly made the protruding shafts almost appear to be dancing, as they all seemed to be stuck into the undulating belly at different angles.
Red Dove ordered both his students to load their bows. They did and he thrust his own taunt, brown skinned Cherokee belly forward and pointed to his deep innie navel to indicate what the boy’s target was.
White Willow and Green Feather both grinned and aimed their arrows at Joey’s arrow riddled abdomen.
Jason watched in abject horror and screamed, “NOOOOO BSTARDS!”
But the insult was in vane as the arrows were let loose.
The two THUMPS were so close together they sounded like one.
“Unnnnngghhhh” Joey just let out a grunting moan of pain as both arrows hit their mark ripping through his navel and burrowing deep into one of the few undamaged parts of his gut.
Again the five Indians went over to see the damage. Joey was slumping forward and Red Dove raised his head by the hair. Gone was the defiant look replaced by one of acceptance of his death that was just moments away. Joey tongue hung out the side of his mouth as blood dripped over and around it.
Green Feather and White Willow were celebrating as both of them had sunk their arrows into the birth scar of the white man-boy.
The dual arrows had obliterated what was once a beautiful navel and the side by side wood shafts stretched the wound open wide allowing copious amounts of blood to gush out of it.
Joey’s eyes began to gloss over and he coughed feebly a few times. The incredible damage his body had absorbed from now 8 arrows in his soft belly was about to take its price.
White Willow noticed Joey’s cock still at full mast. Red Dove instructed the two shooters to stroke it on till it spewed seed as Joey had faced death with incredible bravery. It was a way of honoring him.
White Willow rubbed the engorged cock back and forth while Green Feather massaged the low hanging cum filled balls. He even stuck his index finger up Joey’s ass and it was that action that caused Joey to moan as his shot his now blood stained cum all over White Willow’s hard, brown skinned pectorals.
Joey’s cock continued to spray his pink cum even after White Willow stopped manipulating him.
Red Dove cut Joey down and laid him on his back. The eight arrows in the teenager’s stomach bobbed up and down a few more times as he took his last few breaths till Joey let out a gurgling noise and all motion on his body stopped. His body sagged forward supported only by the ropes tied to his wrists, his chin resting on his chest.
Jason tried to blink away the tears as he saw Joey die.
The five Cherokee then advanced on him.
The Native American’s were free of body hair and were captivated by the carpet of fur that grew over Jason’s chest and stomach. They rubbed it like a pet dog while they discussed what would become of the second of the captives.