The Tribe
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Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
41
Views:
6,095
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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This is a work of fiction about oral & anal sex between men and boys, aged 10-16. The characters, locations & incidents are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coinc
Chapter 15
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Chapter 15
The Chief continued, "This is indeed a special campfire for tonight we welcome into our tribe a new member, a young man who has proven to all of us his worthiness to be called a Pusscock Brother. Ricky, stand up beside your Chief." He put a fatherly hand on Ricky's shoulder as the boy stood in his torn pants with his little dick hanging out.
"Brave Sly, will you stand beside your worthy student." Ricky felt proud sandwiched between these two important Tribal members. "Brave Sly, Ricky has already lost part of his pants, showing that they are not fit garments for his new life in the Tribe. Please remove the rest of the clothes from the white men's world." Sly knelt down on the soft dirt around the campfire and lovingly took off Ricky's shirt. Then he had the boy hold his shoulder to brace himself as Sly took off first one sneaker, then the other. Then he lowered the torn pants and helped Ricky step out of them. The boy's naked body glimmered in the light of the campfire. "Now return to Ricky his belt." Sly took the belt he kept since that morning in the parking lot and placed it about the youngster's waist. "Ricky, this is your Tribal belt. Sly helped you carve your initials into it. Today, Chief Wallace carved two owl eyes on your belt because you have shown great attention to the lessons of Wise Owl. May you wear it in pride in the Tribe as well as in the White Men's world. It will serve as a bridge between your two families.
"Now, Chief Frank, come join us." This Chief, a friendly man in his thirties, came forward carrying a long strip of soft leather over his arm. "Ricky, this is your new breechcloth. It will protect your Cock and your Puss in the tribe. The Braves will help you learn to decorate the front flap with beadwork. Chief Wallace thinks Wise Owl would be an appropriate symbol for you." Chief Frank handed the breechcloth to Chief Jason who handed it to Sly who tucked it tenderly between the boy's legs and looped it front and back under his belt. As he smoothed down the flaps, he looked lovingly at his new little brother. Some in the circle could see Sly's own breechcloth was growing.
"Now, Chief Philip, come forward. Chucky already knew this Chief. He owned the shoe store in town and lived four doors down from his house. He was the one who told his parents about the Tribe and suggested Chucky might enjoy it. He was carrying a small pair of moccasins. "Chief Philip made these moccasins especially for you, Ricky. Before you outgrow these, he will teach you to make your own. May these moccasins take you far on your journey through life, Ricky." Chief Philip handed the moccasins to Chief Jason who handed them to Sly who guided them on to the boy's feet. A perfect fit.
"Ricky, you are now a Rookie, a full fledged member of the Pusscock tribe. Work hard, learn, be loyal to your brothers and watch your body grow. Soon you shall be a Brave, and one day you shall mentor another young boy. For under the careful protection of the Great Bear, the Tribe will continue. Come, Chiefs and Braves, let us dance to welcome our brother Ricky."
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As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
.oOo.
Chapter 15
The Chief continued, "This is indeed a special campfire for tonight we welcome into our tribe a new member, a young man who has proven to all of us his worthiness to be called a Pusscock Brother. Ricky, stand up beside your Chief." He put a fatherly hand on Ricky's shoulder as the boy stood in his torn pants with his little dick hanging out.
"Brave Sly, will you stand beside your worthy student." Ricky felt proud sandwiched between these two important Tribal members. "Brave Sly, Ricky has already lost part of his pants, showing that they are not fit garments for his new life in the Tribe. Please remove the rest of the clothes from the white men's world." Sly knelt down on the soft dirt around the campfire and lovingly took off Ricky's shirt. Then he had the boy hold his shoulder to brace himself as Sly took off first one sneaker, then the other. Then he lowered the torn pants and helped Ricky step out of them. The boy's naked body glimmered in the light of the campfire. "Now return to Ricky his belt." Sly took the belt he kept since that morning in the parking lot and placed it about the youngster's waist. "Ricky, this is your Tribal belt. Sly helped you carve your initials into it. Today, Chief Wallace carved two owl eyes on your belt because you have shown great attention to the lessons of Wise Owl. May you wear it in pride in the Tribe as well as in the White Men's world. It will serve as a bridge between your two families.
"Now, Chief Frank, come join us." This Chief, a friendly man in his thirties, came forward carrying a long strip of soft leather over his arm. "Ricky, this is your new breechcloth. It will protect your Cock and your Puss in the tribe. The Braves will help you learn to decorate the front flap with beadwork. Chief Wallace thinks Wise Owl would be an appropriate symbol for you." Chief Frank handed the breechcloth to Chief Jason who handed it to Sly who tucked it tenderly between the boy's legs and looped it front and back under his belt. As he smoothed down the flaps, he looked lovingly at his new little brother. Some in the circle could see Sly's own breechcloth was growing.
"Now, Chief Philip, come forward. Chucky already knew this Chief. He owned the shoe store in town and lived four doors down from his house. He was the one who told his parents about the Tribe and suggested Chucky might enjoy it. He was carrying a small pair of moccasins. "Chief Philip made these moccasins especially for you, Ricky. Before you outgrow these, he will teach you to make your own. May these moccasins take you far on your journey through life, Ricky." Chief Philip handed the moccasins to Chief Jason who handed them to Sly who guided them on to the boy's feet. A perfect fit.
"Ricky, you are now a Rookie, a full fledged member of the Pusscock tribe. Work hard, learn, be loyal to your brothers and watch your body grow. Soon you shall be a Brave, and one day you shall mentor another young boy. For under the careful protection of the Great Bear, the Tribe will continue. Come, Chiefs and Braves, let us dance to welcome our brother Ricky."
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.