The Last Raid of the Mohicans

Our tribe gathered around the coffee table as I laid out the plans to Mrs. Christopher's house. It wasn't a very elaborate map, done on notebook paper, but it would do.

"We go up around the side yard here." I pointed at the paper. "The back door is over here, it's always left unlocked. If it isn't, the window over here is open, we can pry off the screen and one of us crawl in and unlock the back door."

"Where will he be?" Red Cloud wanted to know.

"He always takes a nap in the living room." Thunder Hawk put in. "I walked by when I came here, and he was just lying down."

"But we need to act now." I said. "He's not going to sleep forever. When we get inside, we keep quiet until we all pile on him at once. Everyone got that? After we get him tied up, we take him down into the basement over here."

"Can the five of us carry him?" Growling Bear wanted to know.

White Eagle slapped him on the back of the head. "Of course we can, doofus!"

"Don't call me a doofus, Frankie." Growling Bear slapped back at him and the two started into a sort of slapfest at each other.

"Hey, you two, knock it off!" I said. "I'm chief of this tribe and you gotta do what I say!"

"Says you, George." White Eagle said.

"Call me Chief Running Elk." I objected. "While we're in the dress of the Mohican tribe, we all use our Indian names!"

That settled them down and I went on, "Okay, guys, we all know what we're going to do, right?" I got four nods. I stood up, took a breath and said, "Then let's go."

The entire Mohican tribe (of Lower Pennington), composed of five boys ages eight to ten, set out to raid the house of Mrs. Christopher. Our target was the guy that she had hired to house-sit her home while she was on a tour of Europe. She'd been gone for six days and was expected to be away another two months.

Which was how Gregory had come under the view of the Mohicans. We were at one of our games and were cutting through Mrs. Christopher's yard when we encountered him. Lying on a lounge chair in back, working on his tan, he sat up on one elbow and said, "Hey, you kids!"

I wasn't chief then, Thunder Hawk was. Thunder Hawk stepped up and said, "Me Chief Thunder Hawk of the Mohicans."

"Well, if you kids don't get the hell out of my yard, you're going to be the last of the Mohicans." was his comment, and he laid back, and Chief Thunder Hawk led us away in disgrace. Gregory laughed as we left. Laughed at our proud tribe!

That led to the change in chiefs of our tribe, and I got the chief's headdress by promising to exact a Mohican revenge upon Gregory for encroaching upon our hunting grounds. I'd spent any number of evenings at Mrs. Christopher's house, when she'd babysit me while my parents went out for the evening or the day, so I could give them a plan. Two days later, our scouting expeditions (composed of all five members, naturally), we determined Gregory's penchant for taking a nap at this time every day. He'd lie on the couch, wearing only a pair of briefs, his golden brown body (courtesy of the tan he'd gotten) glowing softly with arcs of highlights playing out every muscle. Gregory was like in his twenties, probably a college student, and his hair was black, wavy and shone with a light all its own, his face was long but square-jawed and tight-skinned, you felt like you could bounce up and down on it like a trampoline if you'd been small enough. Just a light dusting of hair marred that perfect chest. I wanted to touch it, touch all of if. That was a big part of my plan for revenge.

And so we set out to exact our retribution for being denied the right to play in Mrs. Christopher's back yard, it cut our playground from a general rectangle into a U-shaped piece of land, which severely hampered our games.

The back door was unlocked, of course, and so we slipped in without any problem. Our only other difficulty would have been if Gregory had been awake. He was a big, muscular guy, he probably could have fended off five boys if he'd been alert.

But he was asleep as planned. Lying on the living room couch, wearing only a pair of red briefs. We five boys all gawked at his adult body laid out before us.

I was the one who brought the tribe back to its objective. Thunder Hawk and Growling Bear plied the ropes as Gregory roused, and by the time he was fully awake, his hands were tied by each end of a rope and my two braves spread out to hamper him. Red Cloud and White Eagle grabbed hold of his arms and I got his legs, helped by Thunder Hawk once he and Growling Bear got Gregory's hands bound up properly once his arms were immobilized. Growling Bear kept hold of the ropes to make sure Gregory didn't do any mischief there, and the other four of us hauled him downstairs.

Don't think that Gregory went quietly through any of this. He was yelping like you could imagine, a stream of curse words that would have shocked us kids if we hadn't heard all of them on television already. And squirming, God, how he squirmed. We nearly dropped him a half dozen times, and I was panting like crazy by the time we got him into the basement. But we had planned well (I had planned well, and pushed the others to go along with it) and we got Gregory tied to one of the beams under the house in no time. We didn't care if he hollered now though we had made efforts to muffle him before. Nobody could be heard in Mrs. Christopher's basement, I knew that when I got shut in there one day when being babysat. It wasn't until Mrs. Christopher came looking for me was I rescued, my shouts had been unheard even by her.

Gregory seemed to realize this and stopped, looked at us. "Okay, Chief Farting Hawk or whatever your name is..." he said to me.

"I am Chief Running Elk." I pointed out. "To speak to my tribe, speak to me."

"Okay, Chief Running Elk." Gregory said. "Do you kids have any idea what you're doing here?"

"We have captured a white man who has intruded on our hunting grounds." I intoned.

"You've fucking kidnaped me!" Gregory said. "Tied me up and carried me down here. Just how long do you plan to keep me here?"

"We don't have to be home until six o'clock." Growling Bear chimed in.

"Six o'clock." Gregory said. "And what do you think I'm going to do when you let me go? Just forget about it? I don't think so."

"We're going to get in trouble." Growling Bear whimpered.

"A lot of trouble." Gregory said. "Now untie me right now, you bunch of little freaks."

"He's bluffing." Thunder Hawk opined.

"I am not."

"Are, too!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Well." I cut in on this argument. "If we're in trouble, we might as well get in a lot of trouble, shouldn't we?"

"What do you mean?" Red Cloud asked me.

"We got him here until six o'clock." I said. "So let's make the most of this time."

"Like what?" Thunder Hawk wanted to know.

"How about some torture?" I said with a malevolent grin.

That got Gregory nervous as hell, which was the whole idea. "What...what are you creeps going to do to me?" He wanted to know. "I mean, I'm going to tell the police everything, you know."

"I'd like to see that." I said as I grabbed hold of his briefs and pulled them down. I'd wanted to do that ever since I'd first seen him napping on the couch. A whoosh of hot, raunchy air hit my nostrils as I exposed his genitals. Buried in the deep nest of his pubic hair was a long sausage of a cock, bigger than I'd expected it to be. I goggled at it and from the sounds of my friends and fellow Mohicans, they were amazed at it as well. You look at your friend's dicks at that age and you assume grown-ups are just bigger versions of that. But Gregory's was a lot bigger proportionately that any of us were, by a factor of about five!

We hadn't bound Gregory's feet so I got them all the way down to his ankles and would have taken them off if he'd lifted his feet. As it was, I left them there and stood back up, focused on that huge cock of his.

"What are you little perverts doing?" Gregory wanted to know.

"Making sure you don't tell the police anything." I said. "Because if you tell them everything, you'll have to tell them about this." I said as I took his cock in my hand. "And if you don't, then we will and it'll sound twice as bad."

"I don't...I wouldn't...." Gregory said. His cock rose up as my hand worked on it, filling and expanding, filling like a balloon with helium, only his cock wasn't light at all, it felt nice and heavy and thick and velvety in my hand.

"You're doing it." Red Cloud said wonderingly. "You're playing with his cock."

"Yeah." I said. "You want to feel it?"

"You little pervs!" Gregory moaned. "What the fuck are you guys trying to do to me?"

Thunder Hawk and White Eagle started playing with his nipples, and Gregory groaned as the fingers tweaked and pinched the little nubs.

Red Cloud caught hold of Gregory's cock and Growling Bear horned in by fondling Gregory's testicles at the same time. Gregory wasn't even pretending to protest anymore, he had four boys touching his body all at once (I was standing by and watching just then) and his cock was throbbing with a violent purple cockhead pointing at me. The eye of the glans was gleaming at me, like it was winking, begging me on.

I bent over and Gregory saw me moving and said, "Oh, no, no, you aren't going to...AH, HAH!" For I had caught that violet glans and fed it into my mouth, the salty taste of it was on my tongue, in my mouth, in my brain.

"Oh, God, no, you're not sucking my cock!" Gregory groaned. "You can't be, you little freaks, God, you're all over me." Four pairs of hands were fondling him all over, I saw that both Thunder Hawk and Red Cloud were pressing their dicks against his skin, rubbing on him while I sucked on him. Growling Bear was watching me with wide eyes as I, his chief, feasted on the fat plum-colored dong. I couldn't fit much more than the head inside my mouth, but I bobbed back and forth with that, and the cock was warm and wet and more of that salty fluid got onto my tongue as I worked it.

"I can't believe you bunch of creeps are doing this." Gregory sobbed. "God, you're going to make me come. I can't tell the police now, they'd never believe this! Never! Oh, God! Oh, God!"

"I think he's going to shoot it!" Thunder Hawk observed. "I bet he's going to squirt it in your mouth if you hang onto it, Chief!"

"Ooh, yeah, make him shoot in your mouth." Growling Bear said. "He'll never tell on us if you shoot it in his mouth!"

"Oh, God, oh, God, I can't believe this, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come, I'm...uh, UH, GUHH-HUNNN-GGNNHHG-GHUUHHH!"

And boy, did Gregory shoot it! I knew about this in a general way but never had experienced it. I thought it would just sort of dribble out, but this was hard squirts of jizz that hit the back of my throat and almost hurt, they hit so hard.

"Ooh, ooh, ooh!" Thunder Hawk was having his own climax, rubbing his cock on Gregory's thigh like he was. Growling Bear was playing with himself as he watched us, and Red Cloud and White Eagle were playing with each other. I was so turned on by what had happened, I got hold of my own dick, and I had my own little orgasm in no time.

"God, you little freaks, you rubbed your freaking squims on me and got me...oh, God!" Gregory moaned. He slid down to the floor, his hands still bound behind the beam, sitting on the floor.

"Now what?" Thunder Hawk asked me.

I stood up though my legs wobbled when I did. "Have we taught you a lesson, white man?" I said to him. "Will you again stop the tribe of the Mohicans from hunting on these lands?"

"Oh, shit, you little turds, go ahead and play in the back yard." Gregory gasped. "I don't care anymore. Just untie my fucking hands, okay?"

I nodded and Red Cloud and Thunder Hawk untied his hands. I motioned and we went back up the stairs, leaving him where he was, sitting naked on the floor of the basement, and back outside. We went back to my house and started playing a board game.

I was sort of waiting for the police to call, but they never did. The next day, I got up and had breakfast a little earlier than usual. Went outside. It was too early for me to knock on any of the other guys' doors yet. So I was sort of kicking around in the back yard and looking for something to do.

"Hey, kid!" came the voice from over the hedge. It was Gregory.

"Uh, hi, Gregory." I said. God, was he going to beat me up now? We did some crazy things when dressed up as the "Mohicans" but I wasn't in costume now and didn't feel at all like Chief Running Elk just then. Just a frightened little boy.

"Come over here." Gregory said to me.

I did and he said, "Just wanted to tell you something."

"What?" I said, scuffling my foot in the dirt.

"I'm going to be taking a nap again today." he said. "Why don't you come on by about then, just you, and we'll see about playing Indians some more, huh?"

I looked up at him and grinned. "How about I come over right now?"

He grinned back at me. "Why not?"

I went over to the gap in the hedge in a hurry. I didn't think I'd have time to play a lot of Indian games with the fellows for a while. I figured the Mohicans had made their last raid of the summer!

THE END
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