Running Bear --- Part 3

The blade was glowing red, hot from the fire, and she slowly brought it toward the one magic spot, where everything comes together until one flesh merges into the other. As she rode his cock, she paused during one of her upward thrusts, leaving only the tip of his cock still inside of her, it’s huge bulbous head flared within her sex almost as if it knew there would be no tomorrow. As she hesitated, at the top of her stroke, she took the hot knife and pushed the tip of the thin blade directly against the lowest part of his prick, underneath of the shaft, at the very point where his prick went into his body. Suddenly, as he felt the tip of the hot metal, he cried out, and as he did so it was obvious as he shuddered that he began to jet his seed deep inside of her. His entire cock was pulsing in the firelight from the most intense orgasm of his life. While all the braves and the council of elders looked on, he grunted, and his balls began to pump themselves dry, squirting his sperm deep into her loins, filling her with the white cream of his manhood and impregnating her with that last of his seed. It was a first act of a new husband, and the boy’s last act as a man. It would be a memory that he would think back on and remember and dream about for the rest of his life. It would not be a wasted effort....for his last desperate and final sexual act as a man would be enough to make him a father.

As he jetted out his semen, she pushed harder on the knife blade, the red hot tip penetrating into his shaft and piercing the piss tube right at the base of his cock. She then quickly rotated the knife, burning a small hole in the underside of his prick even as his dick still pulsated with pleasure. She then removed the knife, and as he was still jetting his semen into her she allowed herself to ride his shaft all the way down and then back up again, like a dog in heat. With every stroke, some of his white semen could be seen escaping from the underside of his prick as it pumped itself out at the base of his cock where the small hole had been burned through it. Then, without warning, as the last of his manhood pulsations were subsiding, his final orgasm now and forevermore ending, she reached down with the knife and drew the glowing sharp blade very slowly through the base of his cock slicing it cleanly off about an inch from his body. Running Bear screamed....crying out as the burning knife did its work, melting his manflesh and sealing the teenage cock forever hard. Likewise, the stump was sealed shut by the red hot knife, and almost no blood came out. Yet, even as she burned his prick from his body, the teenage boy’s semen was still finishing the last of its squirting, still pumping out the hole that she had burned into the stump’s underside a dozen seconds before.

Then, she rose off of him, his hard prick unattached to him and still inside her. She slipped back on the feathered skirt, and then turned to face him, squatting over him once more. She pulled a leather gutstring from her waistband, and as the boy underneath of her lay sobbing, his last orgasm finally over, she wrapped it around his hanging nutsack, which was warm from the fire. He stared at her, watched her hands as she formed the loop, and then with the realization of what she was doing his eyes flew wide open and he began to thrust wildly against the ropes that restrained him. Then, with a quick overhand knot she tied it tight, drawing his scrotum closed with a snap. His whole body convulsed from the shock. The boy grunted loudly, his balls trapped in the sack and held firm and tight by the wet leather chord, that immediately began to dry and to shrink from the heat of the fire. She dropped the knife blade back into the fire to reheat it, and while she waited she took a look at her husband’s tiny prick-stub, sticking out and up like some tiny grotesque little knob. As she stared at it, the flat red blistered surface of seared flesh was pulsating with each of his heartbeats, like an obscene beheaded snake making its last gasp at life. Running Bear was crying, not just from the pain, but more from the tears of shame as he lived through a woman taking his manhood. He was wild with desperation and struggled violently against his bonds, trying to somehow free himself and stop the torture. But the ropes held firm, and as the tribe’s braves looked on he overheard some of them actually laughing at what the woman was doing to him. Then, she once again grabbed the knife with its red hot blade, and hooking the curved edge against his nut sack, just above the strangling gutstring, she stopped and paused. Their eyes locked, man and woman....husband and wife. Time stood still and he ceased his struggling. His eyes were wide open and begging; pleading for her to spare the last of his manhood. Her eyes were sharp and focused; defined and narrow. Nothing happened for almost 30 seconds. Then, with a wink, she slowly began to slice through his scrotum, the red hot blade cauterizing the wound as she began the slice to remove his balls. Half way through the cut she hesitated, letting him feel the blade for just a little bit longer. She savored the moment, the cut half way done, the boy feeling his balls half removed and knowing it was almost done and there was nothing he could do to stop it. Then, suddenly, he thrust up against the knife as he desperately tried to escape, and the sudden movement finished it, his own thrust actually severing his ballsack from his body. She laughed when it happened. As his balls dropped into her hand, Running Bear had let out a loud cry that was deep and penetrating and lingering and could be heard all the way to the river. At that moment it was suddenly over and his balls lay in her hand. Immediately, with the loss of his balls he quit struggling, all the fight gone out of him. Instead, resigned to his fate, he lay limp and quiet, tears from deep pain and total humiliation running out the corner of his eyes.

The girl reached under her feathered dress and removed his severed, but still rock-hard prick, the blood sealed inside of it. She took his ball sack, and dropped it onto the boy’s belly. Then, using the long ends of the cord still attached to his balls, she tied them around the base of his detached prick, hooking his balls and cock back together as a unit. She then turned, and lifting her prize high for all to see, she said to the elders: “Now Running Bear is a NOTVAT and I have made your words true. She then lowered his manmeat, and glanced down the mutilated Running Bear. Then she spoke again: “He demanded a night in the Lust Tent--he said it was his RIGHT. Well, let the young braves give it to him. I will leave when the sun rises.” Then, carrying her husbands prick and balls, she exited the fire circle and began to walk back toward the village where the other women were waiting. She had many things still to do to prepare for her morning ride to the land of the settlers.

The village elders nodded. Running Bear was nothing....Pure Snow had spoken true. He was a NOTVAT. Less than a man. Not even a boy. Less than a woman. He was no longer worth much of anything. With a nod from the elders the ropes were untied, and Running Bear was dragged into the Lust Tent and turned over onto his belly. There, he was pulled over a padded mound of deerskins and his legs and arms were reattached to the corners of the bedding platform. Now, no longer a man, and not even a woman, he was useful for the young unwed braves to try out their lust and practice for the day they would be mated. And the braves were eager for the opportunity, and were on him at once. The first one, at just 14 seasons, pushed his thin prick, stiff and hard, up against the NOTVAT’s tight asshole. As Running Bear grunted and cried out from the shame and the embarrassment, he tried desperately to shut close his asshole from the invading boy. But the push of the hard male was too intense and determined, and so, suddenly, with a stab of pain that penetrated him to the core, he felt the young braves hard prick slide past his sphincter opening. Without any hesitation, the young boy began his wild thrusting like a raging animal, and Running Bear could do nothing but grunt in shame. The young brave ejaculated in minutes, spewing his seed deep in Running Bear’s virginal ass. As he withdrew, another brave who had been waiting immediately took his place, and another prick drove into the depths of his bowels. Soon, a second boy cried out, and again the young lad’s semen shot out with a violence that only an adolescent can deliver, splashing directly against the prostate gland of Running Bear deep inside of him. All he could do was cry from the embarrassment of it all, the tears flowing like a flood down is face. A third boy was next, a boy of 16 seasons and one that had been a good friend of Running Bear. But his friend said nothing to him, no longer recognizing him as an equal, and instead just pushed his manmeat deep into the open ass, where he fucked with a passion that was powerful and painful. With each slap of the teenager’s balls against his ass Running Bear felt a deep humiliation, and even though he struggled the ropes held him firm, his legs splayed wide and his asshole open as if it was eager for the onslaught. Finally, he felt his friend’s seed shooting from his cock, and with the new injection of semen Running Bears face turned crimson with shame. As his one time friend dismounted Running Bear cried out to him “Pleaseeee...I am Running Bear...HELP ME!” The young brave looked down at the Notvat who dared to speak, and answered: “No, my friend Running Bear is gone. You are less than a squaw! I should name you ‘Dripping Ass’”---and then he burst out laughing as he exited the Lust Tent. No! Immediately, another young brave entered, and in minutes another teenager's prick, wild and hard with the lust of youth, was entering the ever-increasingly lubricated hole. For Running Bear the shame of this night was beyond anything he could ever had imagined. It was certainly not the wedding night he had dreamed about all of his life....and as he lay there with his aching empty groin feeling the hard, vibrant young braves take their turns pumping their manhood deep inside him, he just wanted to die.

As the sun cracked the eastern horizon and began to climb to the top of the sky, the Lust Night finally ended for Running Bear. In all, it lasted more than 9 hours, and by morning his asshole had been assaulted 37 times and it would drip semen for the next two days. His wife headed out on her husband’s horse, with the hanging balls and hardened prick of her husband tied around her neck. She hurried, as she knew that Running Bear’s manhood needed to be offered as soon as possible, before the settlers that he had attacked the previous morning organized themselves for retaliation. Hopefully, they would accept the apology, and if not, then Pure Snow was willing to give herself as well if it would save her village.

As it turned out, that was not necessary. For the great white fathers understood the uncontrolled lust of a teenage brave, and with the brave’s balls and prick in hand as payment they realized the great chief of the village was truly sorry for the young brave’s misdeeds. They accepted the tribe’s gifts, allowing the tribal chief’s daughter to return safely to her people and beginning a new relationship between the two cultures. In this way, the war was averted. When Pure Snow returned to the village, having saved her people, everyone cheered her arrival. She smiled and thanked them for the recognition, and then, with a look of determination and resolve, she took her NOTVAT husband, and dragging him into her tent by his hair, she began to teach him how to serve a woman properly.....

[A note from the author--I had a lot of fun writing Running Bear. If I had it to do over again I would probably have named him “Raging Bull” -- but Running Bear works and who knows, there might have to be another story someday. I do know it got a little heavy and intense, but hell, it was supposed to! I hope you got some enjoyment out of it, or at least, parts of it. If you did, please write, as it helps me realize the time was well spent and people enjoyed the fantasy. I really appreciated all the comments--they help encourage me to write more and by understanding what you like it makes it easier to write things people here will enjoy. Whether you liked it or not, thanks for reading it. -- Nathan]