The Tribe
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Category:
Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
41
Views:
6,112
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 31
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Chapter 31
Rookie Ricky now stood beside his four classmates, showing off his handsome breechcloth. In back, he had a white feather stuck in his belt. "Now, Boys," Chief Jason addressed all five of them. "Today you're going to begin to learn all the important skills you will need to know in this tribe. You're going to have lessons in archery, beadwork, cooking, tracking, and leatherwork, and if you do them well, you'll earn yellow feathers. Ricky, you don't need to worry about feathers, because you're already in the tribe, but we expect you to do your best anyway." Chief Jason turned back to the four inductees. "Also, you boys will find out how to earn the important white feathers."
Brave Howard handed Chief Jason a bow. "All Pusscocks strive to be excellent archers. Last year, Brave Howard competed in the state finals and won the second place trophy." Chucky looked at Howard's breechcloth and saw a half horse/half man with a bow and arrow. He didn't recognize the totem as Sagittarius, the Greek Centaur. "You may not be able to hit the bullseye every time, but we expect you to practice and do your best. Follow me to the shooting range." The whole tribe, Chiefs and Braves and one Rookie in breechcloths, along with four naked inductees walked over to a line of targets. " Chucky noticed all the Braves and Chiefs had white feathers tucked into their belts above their asses today, just like Ricky.
The Chiefs and Braves picked up their bows and took aim at the targets. The new boys were amazed at their skill. Chucky was proud when Ollie shot one bullseye. The archers went up and retrieved their arrows.
"Now, it's your turn, Boys. Your mentors will show you how to hold the bow and aim. We don't expect you to hit the bullseye, but whenever you hit the target at all, you'll earn one more yellow feather." The other Braves sat down to watch their new Rookie Brother and his four bare-assed friends get their first lesson. The mentors were telling the lads to keep their eyes on their target. And that's exactly what the other Braves were doing, scoping out those delicious butts. The arrows flew wildly. Up, down, right, left, everywhere but near the targets. If these boys thought they were going to get their feathers easily, they now knew differently. When they exhausted all their arrows, they ran up to retrieve them from the grass. The Braves stood up to get a good look at the naked youngsters as they bent down to pick up their misspent missiles. A couple arrows had even gone into the woods and the poor little archer tyros had to step barefoot on to sharp twigs and stones. They looked with envy at Ricky's new moccasins. Finally, on the second round, one of Conan's arrow caught the side of his target. The whole tribe erupted in whooping and hollering, and Chief Jason stuck a second yellow feather in Conan's belt. After seeing it was actually possible, the lads were now motivated even more. They kept shooting, as their mentors warned them not to let their excitement destroy their aim. Stay calm, take your time, look at the target, hold the bow steady, slowly release. Chucky got one on the target, then Quentin, then Conan again with an arrow landing only a foot and a half away from bullseye!
.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 31
Rookie Ricky now stood beside his four classmates, showing off his handsome breechcloth. In back, he had a white feather stuck in his belt. "Now, Boys," Chief Jason addressed all five of them. "Today you're going to begin to learn all the important skills you will need to know in this tribe. You're going to have lessons in archery, beadwork, cooking, tracking, and leatherwork, and if you do them well, you'll earn yellow feathers. Ricky, you don't need to worry about feathers, because you're already in the tribe, but we expect you to do your best anyway." Chief Jason turned back to the four inductees. "Also, you boys will find out how to earn the important white feathers."
Brave Howard handed Chief Jason a bow. "All Pusscocks strive to be excellent archers. Last year, Brave Howard competed in the state finals and won the second place trophy." Chucky looked at Howard's breechcloth and saw a half horse/half man with a bow and arrow. He didn't recognize the totem as Sagittarius, the Greek Centaur. "You may not be able to hit the bullseye every time, but we expect you to practice and do your best. Follow me to the shooting range." The whole tribe, Chiefs and Braves and one Rookie in breechcloths, along with four naked inductees walked over to a line of targets. " Chucky noticed all the Braves and Chiefs had white feathers tucked into their belts above their asses today, just like Ricky.
The Chiefs and Braves picked up their bows and took aim at the targets. The new boys were amazed at their skill. Chucky was proud when Ollie shot one bullseye. The archers went up and retrieved their arrows.
"Now, it's your turn, Boys. Your mentors will show you how to hold the bow and aim. We don't expect you to hit the bullseye, but whenever you hit the target at all, you'll earn one more yellow feather." The other Braves sat down to watch their new Rookie Brother and his four bare-assed friends get their first lesson. The mentors were telling the lads to keep their eyes on their target. And that's exactly what the other Braves were doing, scoping out those delicious butts. The arrows flew wildly. Up, down, right, left, everywhere but near the targets. If these boys thought they were going to get their feathers easily, they now knew differently. When they exhausted all their arrows, they ran up to retrieve them from the grass. The Braves stood up to get a good look at the naked youngsters as they bent down to pick up their misspent missiles. A couple arrows had even gone into the woods and the poor little archer tyros had to step barefoot on to sharp twigs and stones. They looked with envy at Ricky's new moccasins. Finally, on the second round, one of Conan's arrow caught the side of his target. The whole tribe erupted in whooping and hollering, and Chief Jason stuck a second yellow feather in Conan's belt. After seeing it was actually possible, the lads were now motivated even more. They kept shooting, as their mentors warned them not to let their excitement destroy their aim. Stay calm, take your time, look at the target, hold the bow steady, slowly release. Chucky got one on the target, then Quentin, then Conan again with an arrow landing only a foot and a half away from bullseye!
.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.