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Camp Spanko Adventures of Jeff, Jishnu, Shad and Spence
Part 06 – Jishnu Brings Jeff Home to the Reservation (2/2)

by Zyngaru and Y Lee Coyote

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Copyright on this story text belongs at all times to the original authors only, whether stated explicitly in the text or not. The original date of posting to the MMSA was: 26 Jun 2014

This story is total fiction, of two boys coming of age, with themselves and each other.  There is nudity, sex and spanking/strapping content in this story.  If this type of content offends you, then please move to another story, for it is not our intention to offend.

This is Part 2 of the story.  Reading the first part is a necessity.  It is best to start with the introduction.

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Because Jishnu is proud of his heritage, he uses Apache words and has even taught some to Jeff so here is the small list.

bikisn           brother
dii              this is
dikisn           blood brother
diyin            medicine man, shaman
ghoye            maternal aunt and uncle
izee kih         medicine lodge
kowa             home
maa              mother
magaanii         white people/race
megoshe          puppy dog
naiiee           coming of age
Ndeen Gochita    Manhood Ceremony
ohitika          be brave/courageous
shiaash          my friend
shidikisn        my blood brother
shiichoo         grandmother
shiitsooyee      grandfather
shijadaa         penis
shijadii         boner, erection
shikizzen        my brother
taa              father

Jeff is doing well.  This is his last day of practice.  I think he is just about ready.  I let him go naked all day today, except for wearing sandals to protect his feet and sunscreen to protect his golden skin.  Once at the lake, I paddle out to the center, and waited for him to swim out.  His swimming is good.  He makes it out to me, without any trouble.  His technique for swinging himself into a canoe, leaves much to be desired.  He just isn’t that good at it.  The times Jeff makes it inside the canoe, he half swamps it and the rest of the time he actually flips it over.  When, I see that he is exhausted and decide to stop, he is making it two out of three times.  That’s going to have to be enough.  Hopefully this will be the first test he does tomorrow and not the last, so he will be fresh and not tired out.  The sequence of the testing and the actual tests themselves, are always decided by the diyin, so no one knows what their tests will be or when or in what order.  I did get a concession for Jeff, in that I know what his tests are going to be, so I can train him, but even I wasn’t given the sequence of events.

After lunch I let Jeff, lead me up the mountain to the totem and then back down to the izee kih.  He manages both of the hikes without any mistakes.  So he should be fine with this test, as long as he isn’t eaten by anything, which I have been very careful not to mention anything about the animals that live on this mountain.  No reason to worry him over something he can’t do anything about.

We are just about to leave and go to the grotto to cool off and work the tension out of our muscles, when I hear familiar voices.  It is two sixteen-year-olds, from another family, that I used to spank in our spanking club.

Jishnu we heard you had a magaanii megoshe.

Jeff is NOT my pet puppy!  He’s my blood brother and tomorrow he is going to be my adopted brother.

Both boys start laughing at that statement.  Well if he’s dikisn and bikisn, then why don’t you come with us to the shack and let’s see what he’s made of.

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That’s when Jishnu and these two boys started arguing.  It got really heated.  There was a shove or two in there as well as some words that Jishnu’s mom would be mad if she knew he was using, or even knowing.  But what finally came out of this confrontation, is that for Jishnu to keep his honor, we both have to go to the shack and participate in a spanking dual.  OK, they are sixteen, and we are twelve and thirteen, so what kind of honor can there be in this, but if I am going to be part of Jishnu’s family, I have to go along with this.  On our hike to the shack, Jishnu is still arguing with them.  What he tells me in-between shouting matches, is that he negotiated some concessions on my behalf, because of my tests tomorrow.  It looks as though, I won’t be receiving any whacks, to save my pristine ass, which all of my new family will see in abundance tomorrow.  I will be giving these bullies their whacks for both Jishnu and myself, and Jishnu will be receiving whacks for the both of us, his and mine.  Since we are already naked, the bullies go first and whack the hell out of Jishnu’s ass.  I don’t know how he withstood it but he did even though they hit him so hard it knocked him off his feet.  They used a rawhide strap they keep here in the spanking shack.  It cut Jishnu’s ass a bright red.

Then it was my turn to whack them so they both stripped naked and I was shocked at how huge they both were.  Talk about being hung like a horse, and I thought Jishnu was huge, especially compared to his dad and uncle.  Now I have some idea of what he could look like in a few more years, if he keeps growing.  Before I start on them, Jishnu selects a wider rawhide strap from the ones available and using their own hunting knife cuts the end of it into strips before handing it to me.  Jishnu just made an Apache version of a rawhide tawse.  Then he tells me to get them in the sensitive spot, they won’t be expecting it.  Sure enough when I draw back and give the tawse a flick of my wrist as I bring it in contact with the first bully’s ass, the cut strips, go straight for that sensitive crease and I see him jump with surprise and pain.  He yells at me using a new Apache word, that I can only take as a curse word.

Hey, is that the Apache for crying uncle, wimp? I say, nevertheless to shame him.  Even though he is in pain, that causes Jishnu to smile.

I get ready to give him his next cut, but Jishnu slows me down and chooses to give them both their due, at the same time, so my next cut goes to the other bully, which produces the same surprised shock, pain, and curse word.

You want to quit also, wuss? I taunt.

Then it’s back to the first one, and then to the second.  Back and forth until I give them what they gave Jishnu, making sure I hit the most sensitive places I can reach.  I wish I could have hit their nuts.  When I am done, they can just barely stay on their feet and their dicks are less than limp.  I know they want us to get out of there, so they can lick their wounds, so to speak.

Let’s leave these old squaws.  Shijadaa does not want to get filthy fucking such mangey bitches.  I say, adding another insult since this is all about honor.

You best remember that my magaanii megoshe claws are like those of the great bear and his fangs are like those of the mountain lion.  Jishnu snarls and then turns to me.  Let’s go, shidikisn.

They are happy to see our butts go out the door.  Jishnu is really hurting, but he keeps walking.  He does tell me, that he is proud of me, that I learned a valuable lesson, that it isn’t always the strongest that prevails, but the wisest.  Strategically placing my whacks on the bullies’ butts, so each one attained the greatest result, was much better than just trying to beat them down with power, because they were too big and strong for us to overpower.

We go to the grotto and just sit in the warm water, to help Jishnu’s ass recover from his own trial by fire.  I learned that day, just how much Jishnu loves me.  I must pass my tests tomorrow so he will be proud of me.  I will give him anything he wants from me, no matter what, to show I love him just as much.

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The water in the grotto never felt so good.  My ass is so sore.  The good thing is tomorrow the only ones that will see it will be those at the izee kih, because everywhere else I will be wearing my finest traditional Apache costume.  In the izee kih my bruised ass will be a badge of honor won over a test of strength against a rival family and it will even elevate Jeff in the men’s eyes also.  For right now, I have to think of a way to slip into my house without anyone seeing my naked ass, since I didn’t bring any clothes with me for Jeff’s practice.  I think maybe I’ll send Jeff in to get me something to wear, before making my presence known.  This evening I will be eating standing up.  Heck, I will be doing everything standing up.

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I wake up on my last full day on the rez and my testing day.  Jishnu is laying beside me with his boner sticking into my side.  It feels good having him so close.  I never thought I would feel this way about another boy, but I do.  Oh, I still like girls and am looking forward to my first real girlfriend.  Heck, if I got to live here, I would be looking to ask Liluye to be my girlfriend.  I really like her.  When Jishnu finally wakes up, we both take care of our bodily needs, and go into the kitchen where Maa has already placed our breakfast on the table.  Yes, I am already calling Jishnu’s parents maa and taa.  Since I won’t be able to have the full four-day ceremony, because of having to catch the train home early tomorrow morning, it has been arranged to condense everything to just one day starting this very morning.

Once breakfast is over we all go outside, to greet the rest of Jishnu’s extended family as they arrive to celebrate my becoming a member of the family.  Jishnu explained to me that the party is dual purpose for it is for the Summer Solstice and for all the boys who pass their tests.  Everyone is dressed in quality traditional Apache costume – none of that shoddy tourist crap here.  There is a lot of buckskin, beads and feathers, both on the men and the women.  Even the kids are dressed up.  No one is naked today, except me.  Liluye is the most beautiful girl there.

As the last of the family arrive, I notice two naked boys getting out of a pickup truck, but before I can ask any questions, Shiichoo, Ghoye, Maa and Liluye take me off to the side, and Maa presents Liluye with a bottle and before I know what is happening, Liluye is rubbing sunscreen all over my body.  Now it was embarrassing when Maa did it when I first met her, but now with Liluye touching me all over, it is both embarrassing and exciting.  In no time I have a shijadii which isn’t supposed to be displayed in mixed company, but Shiichoo explains to me, that we are family and personal things like a shijadii are nice to share with family.  With a giggle, Liluye rubs a generous amount of sunscreen on my boner and pubes, leaving them covered, instead of rubbing it in, so that I am white down there.  This intense attention to my standing member, causes me to almost loose it but somehow I am able to control myself, just barely.  When she finished, she leans over and whispers Good luck, cousin Jeff. and gives me a little kiss on the check.

Once everyone has arrived, the men and women separate into two different groups, with me in the women’s group along with the other boys who have not yet passed their manhood tests.  Then Shiichoo, guides me and the two other naked boys, who are cousins, towards the men, and presents us to them, for testing.

DiYin Lupan, Izdzan Shiichoo deyaa tiaagi ishkin atiigo ndeen Gochita. meaning Shaman Lupan, this woman, Grandmother leaves three boys to make men in Ceremony.

As Diyin Lupan and Uncle take possession of the three of us, Shiichoo goes back to the group of women.  That’s when two men, one on each arm, lift me up, carry me over to a truck and sit me down on the lowered tailgate, and then push me back so that I am laying in the bed of the truck with my legs dangling over the tailgate.  Uncle then pulls out a razor and begins shaving off my much beloved pubes along with the excess sunscreen.  Uncle doesn’t take much time skinning me of my pubes, even though I am sure he has never shaved anyone in his life.  When he is done, I am once again bald down below just like my little brother.  All I can think of at this moment is how much Shad is going to laugh when he sees me.  I feel even more naked now that I don’t have my little patch of hair, than I have at anytime, over the last three weeks.

As we leave the field and begin climbing the mountain, everyone is shouting and singing in Apache.  When I look back over my shoulder, I can see women setting up tables and benches and chairs, getting things ready for the celebration to follow our testing.  We trek up the trail that I know leads to the lake.  Once we arrive, Diyin Lupan, tells us about our test and what it means about survival.  One of the men, gets into a canoe that is already there on the bank of the lake, and paddles out with three other canoes in tow.  To me, he seems to be going even further out than what Jishnu had me training for, but maybe it’s just the way I am seeing it.  Then one by one, each of us boys being tested, has to swim out to the center of the lake and climb into a canoe and paddle it back to land.

What I found out from Jishnu, is that he did this test during the winter solstice, and the water had ice in it.  I got lucky I get a lake that although, it is still cold is without ice.  It was a long swim for me, but since I am a good swimmer, I was able to handle it.  The hardest part for me, was getting into the canoe without tipping it over.  It’s a good thing Jishnu made me practice and practice and practice some more, or I doubt that I could have done it.  By the time I finally made it back to land, my arms were so sore, but in a good way, because I accomplished my goal.  All three of us passed this test, with my, soon to be, two cousins doing it with ease, or at least it looked easy, as I watched them.

When the swimming test is complete, Diyin Lupan tells each of us about our next test.  This test is different in that each of us get a different goal to achieve.  He speaks to my almost cousins in Apache, so I don’t know what their tests consist of, but I know even theirs were different from each other, because the words Diyin Lupan used were different for each of them.  It is a good thing he told me my test in English, or I would still be on that mountain, trying to figure out what I was supposed to do.  After receiving our instructions, each of us was sent out in a different direction to fulfill our test.  My test was to climb the mountain, by myself, and when I reach the family spiritual site, pick a carved figure and bring it back to the izee kih where everyone will be waiting for me.

I start my trek, which I know will take two hours to go up and another two hours to come back, so it is going to be mid-afternoon before I get back.  When Jishnu and I took this trek, we wore sandals, but now I am naked and barefoot.  It feels weird being naked by yourself out in the middle of nowhere.  All kinds of things go through your mind.  I know I am reasonably safe, although Jishnu did tell me that wild animals do reside in these mountains.  Even though most predators hunt at night, ones imagination goes wild in a situation like this.  I was overjoyed when I finally reached my destination, without being eaten by anything, except a mosquito or two and thank the stars they did not attack my shijadaa.

I looked around and there were hundreds of carvings in the shrine.  Standing above everything are three totems.  One really tall one and two lesser ones. This is my first time actually getting to see the carvings, because Jishnu always stopped short of actually entering the site, when he showed me the way up here.  I had asked him what should I pick, and all he would say is that I would know it when I see it.  Looking around, I don’t know what to take.  There are birds, fish and animals of all kinds.  There are even snakes and turtles and lizards.  There are carvings of things, I have no idea what they are.  There are carvings of people, all kinds of people.  There are people in boats, people on horses, people walking, sitting, laying and jumping.  There are so many carvings laying around all over this place, that I don’t know how I am supposed to pick the special one for me.  Then I see it. It’s a carving of two boys straddling a log facing each other.  I don’t know why I like it, but I do, for it speaks to me so I pick it up and begin my hike back down the mountain.  It’s funny how hiking down a mountain goes faster than hiking up a mountain, or at least it seems to for me.  It only takes me an hour and a half to get back down.

I arrive at the izee kih where both the other boys