The Tribe
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Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
41
Views:
6,081
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
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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 2
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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.
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Chapter 2
In the parking lot, the other inductees were also helping their mentors with excited expectation. The following Monday was a school holiday, but this was no ordinary three day weekend. They would be spending two whole nights in the woods not only with their mentors but with the whole tribe. And best of all they would undergo an induction and become full-fledged tribal members.
Besides the five mentors, there were nine other Braves. They kept eyeing the inductees, drinking in the sight of these five innocent lads. The four Chiefs were also enjoying the prospect of these new tribe members, knowing how this day was going to change the boys in ways their naíve minds never anticipated.
As the tribe got out all the gear, Chief Philip made an announcement. The Sons of Italy this year invited the tribe to march in the Columbus Day parade. In its few years of existence, the tribe had gained a reputation in Oakville of producing self-confident, respectful young men who did not do drugs, commit crimes or make trouble. The Oakville Gazette ran an article noting their philanthropic projects, like repairing the bleachers at the town's ballfield, and collecting food for poor families at Thanksgiving. This parade would be an opportunity for the town to honor this fine group of boys. It would also be the first time most of the citizens would see them arrayed in their tribal garb.
When the bus was unloaded, Chief Jason told the Braves and the other Chiefs to carry the gear to the campsite. When they left, he took the five new boys to a clearing a few yards from the parking lot, and had them sit in a circle Indian style. "Are you excited?"
"Yes, Sir," they giggled. Chucky said, "Yes, Mr. Conrad."
The man corrected him, "Chief Jason." It was a simple mistake, but Chief was serious. "Do you really want to become Pusscocks?"
"Yes, Sir, Chief Jason," they said with a little more restraint.
"Good. I hope you all wore your old clothes like you were told." They nodded they had. "Good. Because white men's clothes can get pretty torn up in the woods. But after this weekend, you will all be Rookies, with the right to wear tribal clothes, which are much more suitable for all the things we do." Chucky had not yet seen any of the Braves or Chiefs wearing anything other than normal jeans and shirts, so he pictured movies he had seen.
"When the Braves return from the campsite, you'll have a chance to demonstrate how well you've learned to follow trail signs. But first, you need to show how well you can build a fire. I want each of you to go now and gather enough kindling for a small fire."
Chucky and the others scampered off picking up twigs and small branches and some dry pine needles. They each assembled a small teepee as they'd learned while Chief Jason inspected.
"Excellent, Boys. You seem to have learned your lesson well. But the real test is how well they burn. When the Braves return, they'll bring flint and knives for you to light your fires. Uh, Jackie. Yours is a little too large. We don't want to burn down the whole forest. Make it smaller, about the size of Chucky's." Chucky was beaming he had done it right.
Chief Jason checked that there were no strangers around and then had the boys demonstrate the secret handshake and the secret sign as they waited for the Braves. He asked if they had shown either of these to their family or other friends. The boys assured him they hadn't. "Good. Soon you will be learning more secrets. Things which you must not pass on to anyone outside the tribe."
The Chief inspected each of their belts and indicated his satisfaction with their new carving skills. Just then, Chucky heard rustling in the trail through the woods. The Braves were returning.
.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.
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 2
In the parking lot, the other inductees were also helping their mentors with excited expectation. The following Monday was a school holiday, but this was no ordinary three day weekend. They would be spending two whole nights in the woods not only with their mentors but with the whole tribe. And best of all they would undergo an induction and become full-fledged tribal members.
Besides the five mentors, there were nine other Braves. They kept eyeing the inductees, drinking in the sight of these five innocent lads. The four Chiefs were also enjoying the prospect of these new tribe members, knowing how this day was going to change the boys in ways their naíve minds never anticipated.
As the tribe got out all the gear, Chief Philip made an announcement. The Sons of Italy this year invited the tribe to march in the Columbus Day parade. In its few years of existence, the tribe had gained a reputation in Oakville of producing self-confident, respectful young men who did not do drugs, commit crimes or make trouble. The Oakville Gazette ran an article noting their philanthropic projects, like repairing the bleachers at the town's ballfield, and collecting food for poor families at Thanksgiving. This parade would be an opportunity for the town to honor this fine group of boys. It would also be the first time most of the citizens would see them arrayed in their tribal garb.
When the bus was unloaded, Chief Jason told the Braves and the other Chiefs to carry the gear to the campsite. When they left, he took the five new boys to a clearing a few yards from the parking lot, and had them sit in a circle Indian style. "Are you excited?"
"Yes, Sir," they giggled. Chucky said, "Yes, Mr. Conrad."
The man corrected him, "Chief Jason." It was a simple mistake, but Chief was serious. "Do you really want to become Pusscocks?"
"Yes, Sir, Chief Jason," they said with a little more restraint.
"Good. I hope you all wore your old clothes like you were told." They nodded they had. "Good. Because white men's clothes can get pretty torn up in the woods. But after this weekend, you will all be Rookies, with the right to wear tribal clothes, which are much more suitable for all the things we do." Chucky had not yet seen any of the Braves or Chiefs wearing anything other than normal jeans and shirts, so he pictured movies he had seen.
"When the Braves return from the campsite, you'll have a chance to demonstrate how well you've learned to follow trail signs. But first, you need to show how well you can build a fire. I want each of you to go now and gather enough kindling for a small fire."
Chucky and the others scampered off picking up twigs and small branches and some dry pine needles. They each assembled a small teepee as they'd learned while Chief Jason inspected.
"Excellent, Boys. You seem to have learned your lesson well. But the real test is how well they burn. When the Braves return, they'll bring flint and knives for you to light your fires. Uh, Jackie. Yours is a little too large. We don't want to burn down the whole forest. Make it smaller, about the size of Chucky's." Chucky was beaming he had done it right.
Chief Jason checked that there were no strangers around and then had the boys demonstrate the secret handshake and the secret sign as they waited for the Braves. He asked if they had shown either of these to their family or other friends. The boys assured him they hadn't. "Good. Soon you will be learning more secrets. Things which you must not pass on to anyone outside the tribe."
The Chief inspected each of their belts and indicated his satisfaction with their new carving skills. Just then, Chucky heard rustling in the trail through the woods. The Braves were returning.
.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.