win them over. His mind refused to believe an entire village reflected the sadistic lunacy of the men he was traveling with.
As they got closer, a very pretty, very pregnant, woman waved excitedly. Wind Seeker’s horse moved to a trot and Mike had to run to keep from being choked. His hands reached for the flopping organ between his thighs as it pulled treacherously. The Indian swung off his horse and into the woman’s arms. “How are you feeling, Shining Star?”
“I’m fine. I’ve missed you terribly though.” Shining Star threw her arms around his neck and a look of desire flushed the beautiful woman’s face.
“It’s nice to be home. I have good news. The Clan has collected a doctor from the flatlands. Justin will be bringing her out in a week or so to meet you.” Wind Seeker knew his wife was nervous about their first child. They could tell it would be large.
“That’s wonderful. I’ll make sure the women know in case there’s anything else they’d like her to look at while she’s here.” Shining Star glanced at Mike. “I see you’ve brought us a dog, as well.”
Mike wanted to shrink into the ground. This beautiful woman with the smiling eyes was studying him. Mike knew what she would see. A pale naked man with a shaved head, collared and leashed to her husband’s horse with a pack on his back, reeking of dried piss while his pink penis began to harden at the sight of her.
Fringe on her leather shift fluttered while she calmly walked over to him. Her small hand reached under his cock and Mike stiffened further at the softness of her skin as she looked into his eyes. She raised her other hand and clapped her hands together, smacking his erection hard. He hissed an intake of breath as she said, “Bad dog.”
He struggled not to cry. He looked up to see most of the tribe had gathered for the Indians’ return and had witnessed his humiliation with amused grins. Worse, no one stepped forward to stop it.
Wind Seeker glared at the dog’s disrespect of his wife and called over a tall tanned man. Mike could see by his blonde hair he wasn’t an Indian, even though he dressed like them. “Yellow Hawk, cage the dog. I’ll deal with him when we’re settled in.”
“Yes, Wind Seeker.” He untied Mike’s leash and let his pack fall to the ground. He looked over Mike‘s shoulder and called, “Welcome home, Black Horse.”
The man named Yellow Hawk led Mike away. They passed by the buildings where a few curious Indians stared at him. All had disgusted looks on their faces. Some pretty young Indian woman pointed at him and laughed. “A dog, we have a new dog.” Mike’s terrified, depressed mind realized the whole crazy tribe thought the same.
They reached a corral at the edge of the village where Yellow Hawk led him into the barn and past the stalls. Against the back wall was a four foot wooden cage. Mike couldn‘t take it anymore and began to beg. “Please, I’m one of you. Please help me get out of here."
The man ignored him and pushed him down to all fours.
“We can grab two horses,” Mike screamed. “They’re all on the other side of town. They won’t even know we’re gone.” Mike made up the plan as it flooded into his panicked mind.
“What’s wrong with you? They beat me,” Mike sobbed. He felt a large hand reach under his ass and between his legs to grab his hands so he wouldn’t tear his ring as he was pushed into the cage.
Yellow Hawk tied the leash to a bar hanging overhead and left, returning a minute later with a bowl of water. Mike continued to beg to the silent blonde man. The door was closed and lashed shut then the big man stood and left the stable. Mike laid his head against the bars and cried.
As the sun set, Indians brought a few horses in to be stabled. No one said a word or even glanced at Mike. He pulled at the leash and