The Tribe
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Category:
Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
41
Views:
6,083
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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 3
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Chapter 3
Chucky couldn't believe his eyes. Ollie led the other four Brave mentors back to the clearing. They were wearing only moccasins and breechcloths. Chucky thought Ollie looked so handsome. This was the first time he'd seen his six-pack abs and muscular thighs. He had just a small wisp of hair on his chest, (not like the thick rug his father sported under his t shirt). He also had a thin line of hair that ran down from his belly button into his breechcloth.
The other young inductees were likewise gawking at their own mentors as they emerged from the woods and came into the clearing. Under other circumstances, they would have giggled at the scantily clad teenagers, but the older lads were serious as if they were a war party determined to accomplish their mission, and the new boys recognized this was a somber moment.
Each Brave mentor took his place beside his young inductee, placing a strong arm around his shoulder. Chucky was filled with pride as he looked at Ollie. He looked down at his feet. He didn't realize then that Ollie had cut the pieces of his beautiful moccasins from raw deerhide and hand stitched them with a leather lace, then threaded beads to decorate the uppers with pine trees. Chucky's eyes roamed up Ollie's strong legs. Around his waist, he wore the familiar carved leather belt which Chucky had admired so often. A long soft leather cloth about 10" broad passed under his crotch, looped through the belt front and back and hung down to cover the teen's ample package and muscular buttocks. The front was bead-decorated with the image of a cobra. Chucky wondered if the back had any picture. Hanging on the side of the belt against his bare flank was a leather pouch.
Chief Jason gave the five ten-year olds time to absorb the scene. "Now, inductees, you've gotten your first look at the way we dress. If you prove worthy this weekend to join our tribe, your mentor will award you your first breechcloth and moccasins. But you must earn the right to wear them. Are you ready to begin?"
"Yes Sir," the boys nodded.
"Excellent. You may take off your belts now and hand them to your mentors. You will get them back when you get your first breechcloth." Along with the other boys, Chucky slipped his belt out of his jeans and handed it to the Ollie. He noticed skinny Quentin's pants were loose and he had to hold them with one hand to keep them from falling. Chucky was glad he wore his oldest pair of jeans which were really too small for him but easily stayed up without a belt.
"Braves, you may step back. Your young students must now do their duties alone. We shall soon see how well you have taught them." Ollie clasped Chucky's shoulder, as if to silently say he was confident the boy was ready, then released his grip and stepped back with the other Braves.
"Now, listen to me very carefully, boys. In a few minutes, you're going to start down that trail toward the campsite. It's just beyond the millpond. If you know your trail signs well, you will have no trouble finding it. The other Chiefs are waiting there for you. Then tonight, you will join the Chiefs and the Braves in the longhouse and become Rookie members of the Pusscock Tribe. Do you understand?" They nodded, enthusiastically. Chucky and the others couldn't wait to join. This is what they'd been training for.
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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 3
Chucky couldn't believe his eyes. Ollie led the other four Brave mentors back to the clearing. They were wearing only moccasins and breechcloths. Chucky thought Ollie looked so handsome. This was the first time he'd seen his six-pack abs and muscular thighs. He had just a small wisp of hair on his chest, (not like the thick rug his father sported under his t shirt). He also had a thin line of hair that ran down from his belly button into his breechcloth.
The other young inductees were likewise gawking at their own mentors as they emerged from the woods and came into the clearing. Under other circumstances, they would have giggled at the scantily clad teenagers, but the older lads were serious as if they were a war party determined to accomplish their mission, and the new boys recognized this was a somber moment.
Each Brave mentor took his place beside his young inductee, placing a strong arm around his shoulder. Chucky was filled with pride as he looked at Ollie. He looked down at his feet. He didn't realize then that Ollie had cut the pieces of his beautiful moccasins from raw deerhide and hand stitched them with a leather lace, then threaded beads to decorate the uppers with pine trees. Chucky's eyes roamed up Ollie's strong legs. Around his waist, he wore the familiar carved leather belt which Chucky had admired so often. A long soft leather cloth about 10" broad passed under his crotch, looped through the belt front and back and hung down to cover the teen's ample package and muscular buttocks. The front was bead-decorated with the image of a cobra. Chucky wondered if the back had any picture. Hanging on the side of the belt against his bare flank was a leather pouch.
Chief Jason gave the five ten-year olds time to absorb the scene. "Now, inductees, you've gotten your first look at the way we dress. If you prove worthy this weekend to join our tribe, your mentor will award you your first breechcloth and moccasins. But you must earn the right to wear them. Are you ready to begin?"
"Yes Sir," the boys nodded.
"Excellent. You may take off your belts now and hand them to your mentors. You will get them back when you get your first breechcloth." Along with the other boys, Chucky slipped his belt out of his jeans and handed it to the Ollie. He noticed skinny Quentin's pants were loose and he had to hold them with one hand to keep them from falling. Chucky was glad he wore his oldest pair of jeans which were really too small for him but easily stayed up without a belt.
"Braves, you may step back. Your young students must now do their duties alone. We shall soon see how well you have taught them." Ollie clasped Chucky's shoulder, as if to silently say he was confident the boy was ready, then released his grip and stepped back with the other Braves.
"Now, listen to me very carefully, boys. In a few minutes, you're going to start down that trail toward the campsite. It's just beyond the millpond. If you know your trail signs well, you will have no trouble finding it. The other Chiefs are waiting there for you. Then tonight, you will join the Chiefs and the Braves in the longhouse and become Rookie members of the Pusscock Tribe. Do you understand?" They nodded, enthusiastically. Chucky and the others couldn't wait to join. This is what they'd been training for.
.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.