The Tribe
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Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
41
Views:
6,111
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 30
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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 30
As the initiates brushed their teeth, Ricky was with them. "What was it like, Ricky?" Conan asked excitedly. "What did you do?"
"It was great! You'll see tonight." Ricky toweled off and began putting his new breechcloth back on. "The Chiefs told scary stories. Some of the Braves sang songs. Brave Spencer showed me how to tell shadow stories." Ricky demonstrated putting his hand in front of the sun and projecting a barking dog on to the shore.
"Hey, that's my totem!" Chucky showed him his belt.
"Fuckin cool. Oh, and look!" Ricky reached into the pouch he wore on his hip and pulled out a carved stick about as long as a pen but thicker with a string attached. At the end of the string was a carved wooden ring.
"What's that?"
"It's a game. Brave Greg whittled it with a knife." Ricky held the stick and with a flick of his wrist, the ring flew over and landed on top and slid down the stick."
"Let me do it!" Conan tried a dozen times but never mastered it. Chucky had no success either. "The ring is too small!"
"Hehe. No it ain't. The Puss is just the right size. It just takes practice to get the Cock to slide into the Puss."
"Did you do anything else?"
"Yeh, we did lots of other stuff, but I can't tell you."
"Why not?"
"They're Tribal secrets and you guys aren't in the Tribe yet."
"Fuck you. We're almost in."
"Nope. It's a terrible thing to tell the Tribe's secrets to anybody else. You'll just have to wait 'til tonight." Ricky smirked and strutted out wagging his bare hips and flaunting his lovely breechcloth. Chucky noticed his friend walked a little funny.
"Fuck him!" He ran back to the tepee to get dressed.
"OK, inductees, get over here." All four of the boys knew they'd better listen to Chief Jason. After all this, they didn't want to blow their chances of getting into the tribe now. "Today, you must pass a new test to prove your worthiness." Chief Jason held up a yellow turkey feather. "Today, you must earn ten yellow feathers and ten white feathers. Every boy with all twenty feathers at sundown will be inducted into the tribe at tonight's evening campfire and become a full-fledged Pusscock, just like our newest member, Rookie Ricky." Ricky stood near the Chief proudly attired in his handsome breechcloth and moccasins. "Do you understand?"
"Yes Sir," the four nervous inductees replied, not knowing yet what was involved in earning their feathers.
"OK, to receive your first yellow feather, you must trade in what's left of all your white men's clothes." Chucky looked over at his three friends. Quentin began taking off his shirt. The other boys then started to strip and laid their shirts in the dirt in front of the Chief. They added their sneakers to the pile, then undid their belts and pulled down their torn pants, bending over as the Braves stood around and watched the crop of fresh new asses. None of the four had bothered to put on his ruined undies this morning. They then stood in front of the Chief waiting for their feathers. "Aren't you forgetting something?" They stared at each other. They were all stark naked. There was nothing left to take off. "Your belts. They are part of your new tribal apparel." Happily, the four dug through the pile of discards (with the Braves watching their asses bobbing about) and retrieved their belts. They put them on their waists but were otherwise scrumptiously naked. True to his promise, Chief Jason then stuck a yellow feather in each boy's belt in the back like an arrow pointing down to his asshole. Chucky remembered what Ollie had said, "You're going to need your belt today."
.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 30
As the initiates brushed their teeth, Ricky was with them. "What was it like, Ricky?" Conan asked excitedly. "What did you do?"
"It was great! You'll see tonight." Ricky toweled off and began putting his new breechcloth back on. "The Chiefs told scary stories. Some of the Braves sang songs. Brave Spencer showed me how to tell shadow stories." Ricky demonstrated putting his hand in front of the sun and projecting a barking dog on to the shore.
"Hey, that's my totem!" Chucky showed him his belt.
"Fuckin cool. Oh, and look!" Ricky reached into the pouch he wore on his hip and pulled out a carved stick about as long as a pen but thicker with a string attached. At the end of the string was a carved wooden ring.
"What's that?"
"It's a game. Brave Greg whittled it with a knife." Ricky held the stick and with a flick of his wrist, the ring flew over and landed on top and slid down the stick."
"Let me do it!" Conan tried a dozen times but never mastered it. Chucky had no success either. "The ring is too small!"
"Hehe. No it ain't. The Puss is just the right size. It just takes practice to get the Cock to slide into the Puss."
"Did you do anything else?"
"Yeh, we did lots of other stuff, but I can't tell you."
"Why not?"
"They're Tribal secrets and you guys aren't in the Tribe yet."
"Fuck you. We're almost in."
"Nope. It's a terrible thing to tell the Tribe's secrets to anybody else. You'll just have to wait 'til tonight." Ricky smirked and strutted out wagging his bare hips and flaunting his lovely breechcloth. Chucky noticed his friend walked a little funny.
"Fuck him!" He ran back to the tepee to get dressed.
"OK, inductees, get over here." All four of the boys knew they'd better listen to Chief Jason. After all this, they didn't want to blow their chances of getting into the tribe now. "Today, you must pass a new test to prove your worthiness." Chief Jason held up a yellow turkey feather. "Today, you must earn ten yellow feathers and ten white feathers. Every boy with all twenty feathers at sundown will be inducted into the tribe at tonight's evening campfire and become a full-fledged Pusscock, just like our newest member, Rookie Ricky." Ricky stood near the Chief proudly attired in his handsome breechcloth and moccasins. "Do you understand?"
"Yes Sir," the four nervous inductees replied, not knowing yet what was involved in earning their feathers.
"OK, to receive your first yellow feather, you must trade in what's left of all your white men's clothes." Chucky looked over at his three friends. Quentin began taking off his shirt. The other boys then started to strip and laid their shirts in the dirt in front of the Chief. They added their sneakers to the pile, then undid their belts and pulled down their torn pants, bending over as the Braves stood around and watched the crop of fresh new asses. None of the four had bothered to put on his ruined undies this morning. They then stood in front of the Chief waiting for their feathers. "Aren't you forgetting something?" They stared at each other. They were all stark naked. There was nothing left to take off. "Your belts. They are part of your new tribal apparel." Happily, the four dug through the pile of discards (with the Braves watching their asses bobbing about) and retrieved their belts. They put them on their waists but were otherwise scrumptiously naked. True to his promise, Chief Jason then stuck a yellow feather in each boy's belt in the back like an arrow pointing down to his asshole. Chucky remembered what Ollie had said, "You're going to need your belt today."
.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.