The Tribe
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Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
41
Views:
6,085
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 5
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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 5
Chucky tried not to think about the danger lurking, and raced down the trail. He knew his fire was burning well and it would be a long time before Ollie would be after him. He came to a fork in the trail and saw a rock cairn that he knew meant go to the left. He lost no time and began to feel quite confident. Another fork and another cairn and and he was following a narrow pass deep into a stand of old growth oaks with thick trunks. Suddenly, a figure stepped out from behind a tree and blocked his way. He knew from the breechcloth it was one of the Braves, one who was not a mentor. However, his head was covered in a bear mask, his hands in woolly bear paws, and the beaded image of a ferocious bear was sewn on to the breechcloth. "Let me through," Chucky yelled, desperate not to be delayed.
"No. You are here to bring danger to the tribe." Chucky remembered the story of the bear who protects the Pusscocks. The bear began slashing the air with his paws. Chucky was fearful now for he saw the bear's right paw was fitted with a talon like a sharp knife. Frightened for his life, the boy tried to evade the swings. The bear grabbed Chucky's waistband with his left paw and the boy let out a scream just like his two friends had done. Skillfully the bear used his knife-nail to slice off the button above Chucky's fly. Then the bear grabbed the two halves of the waistband and pulled them apart with a quick strong jerk, breaking the zipper beyond repair. Then he grabbed the waistband of Chucky's tighty whities with his left paw and raised his right in the air. Chucky gasped as the paw came down and sliced through the elastic all the way down to the leg hole. The bear let go and stepped aside. Chucky grabbed on to his pants and tore down the trail.
A few hundred yards on, he stopped to catch his breath and checked his body over. Not a scratch. The only damage was to his jeans and undies. He'd been told to wear old clothes and expected they might get torn but he hadn't predicted anything like a bear attack! Taking a deep breath, he looked around and saw another trail sign. Thank goodness, he hadn't lost his way. He wondered if his fire was still burning. He took off with new energy, but it was awkward now trying to keep his pants up as he ran.
As he turned down into a glen, jumped over a small stream and ran up over a hill, he kept thinking about his close call with the Great Bear. But he also remembered the Wise Owl and knew he had to keep his wits about him. If he got too distracted he could miss a trail sign and waste valuable time going off in the wrong direction.
He heard voices ahead of him, and slowed his pace. He wondered if this were some other danger lurking. He tried to creep and now wished he had moccasins instead of his old noisy sneakers. He heard a moaning sound. Human not animal, but too deep in pitch to be one of his fellow inductees. He peered around a corner and saw it was Jackie and Norman. The teen mentor had indeed caught up with his protégé. Poor Jackie should have waited for his fire to get going before racing into the woods. Chucky felt bad for him but also felt a sense of superiority. He figured he was way ahead of Ollie.
Norman, leaning against a rock, had his back toward Chucky so it was Jackie who saw him first. He quickly put his hands across his chest like you do when you don't want someone to think you were doing something you shouldn't. Then just as quickly, Jackie reached down to grab his pants which were falling off.
.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 5
Chucky tried not to think about the danger lurking, and raced down the trail. He knew his fire was burning well and it would be a long time before Ollie would be after him. He came to a fork in the trail and saw a rock cairn that he knew meant go to the left. He lost no time and began to feel quite confident. Another fork and another cairn and and he was following a narrow pass deep into a stand of old growth oaks with thick trunks. Suddenly, a figure stepped out from behind a tree and blocked his way. He knew from the breechcloth it was one of the Braves, one who was not a mentor. However, his head was covered in a bear mask, his hands in woolly bear paws, and the beaded image of a ferocious bear was sewn on to the breechcloth. "Let me through," Chucky yelled, desperate not to be delayed.
"No. You are here to bring danger to the tribe." Chucky remembered the story of the bear who protects the Pusscocks. The bear began slashing the air with his paws. Chucky was fearful now for he saw the bear's right paw was fitted with a talon like a sharp knife. Frightened for his life, the boy tried to evade the swings. The bear grabbed Chucky's waistband with his left paw and the boy let out a scream just like his two friends had done. Skillfully the bear used his knife-nail to slice off the button above Chucky's fly. Then the bear grabbed the two halves of the waistband and pulled them apart with a quick strong jerk, breaking the zipper beyond repair. Then he grabbed the waistband of Chucky's tighty whities with his left paw and raised his right in the air. Chucky gasped as the paw came down and sliced through the elastic all the way down to the leg hole. The bear let go and stepped aside. Chucky grabbed on to his pants and tore down the trail.
A few hundred yards on, he stopped to catch his breath and checked his body over. Not a scratch. The only damage was to his jeans and undies. He'd been told to wear old clothes and expected they might get torn but he hadn't predicted anything like a bear attack! Taking a deep breath, he looked around and saw another trail sign. Thank goodness, he hadn't lost his way. He wondered if his fire was still burning. He took off with new energy, but it was awkward now trying to keep his pants up as he ran.
As he turned down into a glen, jumped over a small stream and ran up over a hill, he kept thinking about his close call with the Great Bear. But he also remembered the Wise Owl and knew he had to keep his wits about him. If he got too distracted he could miss a trail sign and waste valuable time going off in the wrong direction.
He heard voices ahead of him, and slowed his pace. He wondered if this were some other danger lurking. He tried to creep and now wished he had moccasins instead of his old noisy sneakers. He heard a moaning sound. Human not animal, but too deep in pitch to be one of his fellow inductees. He peered around a corner and saw it was Jackie and Norman. The teen mentor had indeed caught up with his protégé. Poor Jackie should have waited for his fire to get going before racing into the woods. Chucky felt bad for him but also felt a sense of superiority. He figured he was way ahead of Ollie.
Norman, leaning against a rock, had his back toward Chucky so it was Jackie who saw him first. He quickly put his hands across his chest like you do when you don't want someone to think you were doing something you shouldn't. Then just as quickly, Jackie reached down to grab his pants which were falling off.
.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.