The Story Of Indio

STORY OF INDIO, CHAPTER SIX

A few weeks later, it was time to take the young Black Panther trainees up to the farm to teach them marksmanship. Sipple was very enthused about this, as he was an expert shooter, and would have joined ROTC had he not been chickenshit about going to Viet Nam.

 

Indio, however, was quite circumspect about Sip's involvement in the event, and  just quietly gathered the young black men together into a borrowed VW bus and drove them up. When they arrived at the farm, they paid their obligatory call on Sipple's great-aunt, and then headed straight for the barn, which puzzled Sip.

 

"Why are we going to the barn, Indio?" Sip asked. "I think we should probably set up some cans and plink at them with the BB guns over at the far hill, don't you?"

 

Indio patted Sip on the arm reassuringly. "You think too much, old man. Just let me take care of things." The young men were very excited, as Indio had brought up several BB guns so they wouldn't have to take turns with one...and an actual shotgun.

 

Sip was also somewhat concerned because Indio had given the boys each a 40 oz quart bottle of beer, which seemed to make them a bit riotous.

 

One of the young men, a very black guy with an African accent, smiled and shook his head when he was offered a beer. "I am sorry, no. I only drink water and fruit juices. And no gun for me either.  I had enough shooting in Vietnam. I am just here to observe DeRoy, who is my brother-in-law."

 

DeRoy was a young American black man, and he slapped the African on the back. "You got to get into this Kiasi, my man...this is cool!"

 

Indio looked at Kiasi, the black man, casually. Kiasi was quite muscular, and he had an intensity in his eyes. He winked at Indio, and Indio had the feeling that Kiasi could tell what Indio would look like naked.

 

When they got out to the barn, the guys were excited and were playing with the air rifles.

 

"Fellows, hold on" Indio said seriously.

 

"I wan tyou to learn what it's like to shoot at a moving target. There's not much use in shooting something that is just standing there, so I want you to have a nice wiggling form to shoot at, a true moving target." Indio turned to Sip. "Sipple, take off your clothes, please."

 

Sip smiled nervously. "Excuse me, Indio?" Indio did not repeat his request, he just looked at Sip implacably. Sip blanched. "In-Indio, we have a private relationship." Indio gave Sip another more intense look, and Kiasi, the African looked up at the ceiling and began whistling.

DeRoy laughed cruelly. "Go on, white boy. indy tole us you is a faggy!" The others snorted, and one threw a beer bottle at Sip. It crashed near his feet, and Sip looked quite depressed.

 

Finally, Sip removed his clothes, a bit slower than Indio would have liked. He stood in front of Indio and the young black men, looking utterly miserable. But again, Sip's cock was rock hard.

 

Indio turned to a smaller negro and said, "Vitellius, you're the artist, right, you've been busted for your ridiculous graffiti and for trying to carve fifty-cent pieces out of wood. Get over there with your paints and paint a black and white dart target on Sip's chest."

 

 Sipple stood obediently as Vitellius did his good work. Indio then had Sip climb the cherry picker, and ended up cuffing Sip's hands once again to the rafters, so that Sip's naked body hung down. Indio also put a fencing mask on Sip's head to ensure his face would be protected.

 

There was small comfort in the fact that Sip no longer had to wear the Crusher and that his legs could swing, but that was scant, as of course Sip was now going to be shot at...

 

"Now fellows, take your air rifles, and Vitellius, because you did such a good job with the target, you can shoot this rifle with rock-salt--"

 

"ROCK SALT?" screamed Sip.

 

Indio took the rock-salt rifle and shot Sip in the testicles twice and Sip screamed bloody murder. It didn't matter of course, because Sip's great-aunt had taken out her hearing aid and was taking her nap now.

 

As the boys moved in with the rifles, Indio closed the barn door, in case there were any misunderstandings.

 

The boys honestly did aim for the target on Sip's chest, but most of the BB's (and the rock salt) landed on his cock, balls, thighs and general groin area.

 

 As Sip tried to move about while suspended from the beam, the boys also got shots on his buttocks, calves and feet. Altogether, it was an unpleasant hour and half.

 

After Indio wearied of Sip's screams, he went outside and leaned against a tree and began reading "Letters and Social Aims" by Ralph Waldo Emerson. In a moment he heard the African's voice. "That is a good book, but not as good as Emerson's 'Self Reliance.' you know."

 

Indio looked up at Kiasi, DeRoy's African brother in law. "I thought with your Vietnam experience you might be giving the boys some pointers." As Indio stared at Kiasi, he felt his lips growing dry, and a bulge seemed to be growing slightly in his pants. "A-are you training to be a Black  Panther?" Indio asked curiously.

 

"No, I got in enough shooting as I said earlier at the battle of Ke Sanh last January, and since I've been back from Vietnam I have little interest in that sort of thing. I actually have interests in the Black Muslim movement, and have changed my name to Kiasi X."

 

 Kiasi smiled and flexed his chest in a snug gray t-shirt. "DeRoy seduced and married my innocent sister Mablevi right after my family emigrated here from Maputo. Another of the young idiots in the barn is engaged to my baby sister Waseme."

 

 Kiasi shook his head ruefully. "They are not bad men, but easily led, and so I am concerned for them, and thus came along on this idiotic farm mission."

 

About an hour later, after Indio and Kiasi had talked for a long time, Indio asked Kiasi about his sexuality. "Are you gay or straight--I feel as if--" For the first time since Indio was young he had a loss for words, and he didn't want to make a fool of himself in front of this ebony prince.

 

Kiasi smiled gently. "What would you like from me, Indio? I am at your disposal." As if in a dream, Indio crawled on his hands and knees to Kiasi's crotch, and unzipped his tight jeans, pulling out Kiasi's long, thick penis.

 

Indio plunged Kiasi's penis in his mouth and began sucking greedily. Indio had not sucked a cock since Eugene had left Boysville; his own cock had been sucked quite a bit by Sip and various bar pickups, and even a few cute girls had petitioned for the right...but Indio himself had wanted to lick a masterful cock, and he wondered if Kiasi was such a Master.

 

Suddenly, Indio felt Kiasi grabbing him by the ears and slamming the cock down Indio's throat so that Indio was coughing and gasping. Suddenly Kiasi cuffed Indio on the ear. "Stop this moaning and such, Indio...Suck me or begone. I am not an idiot like that creature you have hanging in the barn."

 

Indio slurped his tongue around Kiasi's penis and pulled on it, toying with Kiasi's frenulum, and suddenly Kiasi came like a firehose, and Indio sucked every bit down, before cleaning Kiasi carefully with his handkerchief.

 

Sip's screams had stopped in the barn, and Indio rose. Kiasi made no attempt to hug Indio or thank him for the blowjob. "I-I brought along a bottle of vodka to throw over Sip to disinfect him." Indio said unsteadily. "Then I suppose we should go home."

 

Kiasi said casually, "I suppose we should."

 

 

When Sip and Indio got back to their  apartment building, Indio's mind was in a whirl. He kept imagining Kiasi. Kiasi's naked, ebony muscles. Kiasi whipping Indio. Licking grime off Kiasi's toes. Serving Kiasi on his knees.

 

But when Sip and Indio got up to the apartment, they had a surprise, which banished thoughts of Kiasi from Indio's mind. An overweight fifty year old man in Bermuda shorts and a skipper's cap was sipping gin in their living room.

 

 "Dad!" Sip said joyfully. The obese yachtsman smiled genially at Sip. "How are you, boy?"

 

"Indio, this is my Dad, Sipple Knox the Third. Most Third guys are called Trey, but everyone calls Dad Bub." Sip was babbling, probably because he wasn't sure how Indio and Bub would react to each other.

 

Indio's manners were polished, though he wasn't too crazy about unannounced visitors.

 

 "Mr. Knox, it's good to meet you. You've done a great job of raising Sipple." This perhaps was the greatest lie Indio had ever told.

 

"No, call me Bub, boy, or Uncle Bub if you like. Your name is Indio? Is that Eye-talian? You look like an Ay-rab, though. What's your surname?"

 

"I am only Indio." Indio said simply. "That was the name on my bracelet when I was left at the orphanage. When I must use an initial, I call myself 'I. Indio.', but really, Indio is my only name."

 

Bub spat. "Good God, and that's the sort of bounder that gets a full scholarship at my old university? But Sip did tell me that you had rather high SAT scores. I expect I should be more liberal."

 

Indio smiled. "Well, you are subsidizing me as well, Mr. Knox. You know that I am living with Sipple for nothing--he charges me no rent. Or is that his mother's money?"

 

Sip blanched as he saw his father's face growing somewhat purple. Indio provided a necessary distraction, though. "Sip, why are you still dressed? You know you're to be naked at all times in the apartment."

 

"I can't believe what I thought I just heard the nigra say." said Bub. "I think my hearing is still off from the fox hunt in Martha's Vineyard."

 

Sipple looked beggingly at Indio. Not in front of my Dad...but Indio stared back, flinty eyed. "Or maybe I should move back to my dorm room and let you and Daddy get re-acquainted."

 

"That's one helluva good idea, boy." Bub said meditatively, as he slugged down the rest of his gin and opened a pack of Chesterfields. "This ain't no wog joint."

 

Sipple, overcome with the choice of humiliating himself in front of his father or losing Indio, took the sensible approach, and undressed.

 

He folded his clothes quietly, and knelt in front of Indio with his head down.

 

The humiliation of being forced to strip naked in front of his judgmental, racist father  seemed to have a reviving affect on Sip's BB shot addled dick, though, and he got quite hard.

 

Bub dropped his cigarette as he stared at his naked son. "Littering!" called out Indio, who snapped his fingers and pointed at the butt.

 

Sip crawled over and picked the lit cigarette up in his mouth, and crunched and swallowed it, not un painfully.

 

"What's wrong with you, boy?" screamed Bub. "Have you lost your mind?" Bub got up and walked over and tried to grab Sip's shoulder, but Indio was right there, with his arm on Bub's wrist.

 

"Get out of here, wog--"shouted Bub, and grabbed Indio by the shoulder, but in an instant, found himself flipped and on the floor.

 

 He got up, dazed and flung himself at the slender half-breed, and this time received a kick in the balls and a chop in the neck for his trouble, and fell to the ground again.

 

"Bub, you just don't understand," Indio said calmly."I have provided the necessary raising that you and your series of ex-wives neglected with Sipple. He has been drug free for six months, and only drinks a beer a week now...and he's made the Dean's List."

 

"Look here--" Bub said, trying to rise, but Indio absently flexed a muscle, and the drunken playboy lay still.

 

 The rules here are different now." Indio smiled at his adoring Sip. "He has discipline and toughness. I can't fault you for not providing that, as you have none of your own."

 

"Hey there!" Bub said severely. "I'm tough! I was in the Big War, goddamit! I would have been at Guadacanal, if I'd not been locked up in the stockade for hitting a lieutenant."

 

Indio snorted. "You're nothing, Bub. This boy can take punishment like you've never seen. He's no longer a spoiled, indulged dope fiend. I understand you bought his way out of being drafted last year when Sip failed his courses...but he could fight quite effectively now, if he wanted to."

 

Bub got up. "I'm as tough as he is! Tougher! Whatever training you've put that boy through...I could do worse!"

 

Indio looked at Sip and grinned. "Sipple, get dressed and go have your weekly beer or two...see your friends. Your dad and I have something to prove."

 

Later, at Indio's 1990 funeral, Sipple told me how astonished he was upon his return. "I can't tell you how much I've always admired my father for his independence, yet hated him for being so goddamned self centered. But he was always a cocksman and there was nothing gay about him, as far as I know.

 

But when I got in the house, my father was kneeling on the floor, his hands bound behind his back,stark naked. His balls were in a ball stretcher, which pulled them out something considerable, and he was sucking and licking Indio's long, brown dick with the enthusiasm of a child with a Popsicle.

 

I said 'Hey Indio, hey Dad.' and my father looked at me and lowered his eyes and said 'I can't talk to you right now, boy...I'm serving my Master Indio!' And after that, Dad and I really bonded as naked slaves...kneeling in the corner together, being tortured together...it was actually the happiest times of our lives, because we had real conversations.

 

 But, it didn't last that long. Dad went back to Martha's Vineyard, and a few months after that Indio left me for that guy Kiasi. But my discipline was instilled, and I was able to get through school with good grades, and within two years I met Peggy, who is my dominant wife now..she understands my needs, thank God."

 

Yes, but Sipple had had a good experience with my brother Indio, and I was happy to discuss it with him at the funeral. Knowing that Sip's life had been improved by Indio made me feel damn good. Leaving there, I ended up driving back to where I lived with Kiasi, who was not Indio's lover when Indio died, but had stayed good friends with him.

 

Kiasi's telling of what happened next was incredibly revealing, for Indio had to train Kiasi to be Indio's Master!

 

I am shocked sometimes, thinking of how Indio left a pretty good situation living in the best part of Washington, DC, with a handsome young man serving him hand and foot, to go to Kiasi, who had nothing but a lousy schoolteaching job and who lived with his family. Indio had to move back in the dorm, but as Kiasi tells about what happened, Indio never felt he made a mistake...because he wanted a true Master!