The Tribe
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Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
41
Views:
6,088
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 8
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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 8
"No, Conan," Billy answered. "You have that wrong. It's what YOU are going to do to US."
"That's right, Boys," added Ollie. "You see, you failed your first trial and so you won't join the tribe tonight. If it's any comfort to you, very few boys pass the test. Most have to wait until the next day. But Billy and I thought we had trained you well enough. As a result of your foolishness, we won't be able to be in the longhouse tonight either. We will have to stay with you in our teepees like fuckin baby-sitters.
Now Chucky had wet eyes as well. "I'm sorry, Ollie. I wanted to make you proud of me, I really did. I'll do anything you say."
"Yes you will, Chucky. And you can start by getting down on your knees."
The gravel on the path dug into Chucky's knees, but he didn't complain. An Indian has to be tough. Billy ordered Conan to his knees as well, but when he started whimpering, Billy allowed him to just squat down with his feet flat on the ground on either side of his bare ass. He looked like he was taking a dump. Ollie admired Chucky's bravery and handed him his jeans to kneel on. Now, Conan wished he hadn't been such a baby. The two Braves stood tall and resolute in front of the youngsters, their legs spread slightly apart and their hands behind their backs, like two soldiers standing at ease.
"Now then, Chucky and Conan," Ollie directed, "you will reach over and put your hand inside our breechcloths." The boys obeyed the strange order. Chucky lifted the beautifully beaded front flap and felt the soft chamois that covered his mentor's package. How he longed for this uniform himself, this symbol of acceptance into the tribe. How he regretted his foolishness that was forcing him to wait a whole second day.
As he petted the soft leather, he felt his mentor's package harden. He looked up and saw the teen had his eyes closed and was taking deep breaths. Then Ollie whispered, "Now reach in and pull it out." Chucky knew how good it felt to play with his own dick. Often he'd be in his bed late at night and he'd rub it and rub it until it got real hard. Then his body would quiver and he'd feel a rush all over. But he didn't know other guys liked that also. He didn't know Ollie liked it. He didn't know Ollie liked other guys to hold his dick. He was learning a lot this weekend.
He reached under the breechcloth and pulled out the biggest dick he'd ever seen or touched. Not that he'd seen all that many or touched any other than his own. It was rock hard with a tight skin covering the business end. The tip was moist. It was so thick, Chucky could hardly get his hand around it. He heard Ollie start to moan just like Norman. Another whisper, "Rub it, Chucky, move your hand up and down." He obeyed. He said he'd do anything Ollie asked. He just hadn't expected to jerk his big friend off. It excited Chucky to be handling this symbol of manhood. He reached down with his other hand and took hold of his own cock.
"No." Ollie said in a louder tone. Frightened, Chucky looked up at the teen's eyes which were now wide open. "Don't touch yourself. You haven't earned the right. You must give all your attention to my needs. Use both hands to rub my cock. Do it well, Boy. Or you'll be sorry." Chucky had never heard Ollie talk to him like that. He took the big mantool in two hands and worked it. He glanced over at Conan and saw he was doing the same to Billy.
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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 8
"No, Conan," Billy answered. "You have that wrong. It's what YOU are going to do to US."
"That's right, Boys," added Ollie. "You see, you failed your first trial and so you won't join the tribe tonight. If it's any comfort to you, very few boys pass the test. Most have to wait until the next day. But Billy and I thought we had trained you well enough. As a result of your foolishness, we won't be able to be in the longhouse tonight either. We will have to stay with you in our teepees like fuckin baby-sitters.
Now Chucky had wet eyes as well. "I'm sorry, Ollie. I wanted to make you proud of me, I really did. I'll do anything you say."
"Yes you will, Chucky. And you can start by getting down on your knees."
The gravel on the path dug into Chucky's knees, but he didn't complain. An Indian has to be tough. Billy ordered Conan to his knees as well, but when he started whimpering, Billy allowed him to just squat down with his feet flat on the ground on either side of his bare ass. He looked like he was taking a dump. Ollie admired Chucky's bravery and handed him his jeans to kneel on. Now, Conan wished he hadn't been such a baby. The two Braves stood tall and resolute in front of the youngsters, their legs spread slightly apart and their hands behind their backs, like two soldiers standing at ease.
"Now then, Chucky and Conan," Ollie directed, "you will reach over and put your hand inside our breechcloths." The boys obeyed the strange order. Chucky lifted the beautifully beaded front flap and felt the soft chamois that covered his mentor's package. How he longed for this uniform himself, this symbol of acceptance into the tribe. How he regretted his foolishness that was forcing him to wait a whole second day.
As he petted the soft leather, he felt his mentor's package harden. He looked up and saw the teen had his eyes closed and was taking deep breaths. Then Ollie whispered, "Now reach in and pull it out." Chucky knew how good it felt to play with his own dick. Often he'd be in his bed late at night and he'd rub it and rub it until it got real hard. Then his body would quiver and he'd feel a rush all over. But he didn't know other guys liked that also. He didn't know Ollie liked it. He didn't know Ollie liked other guys to hold his dick. He was learning a lot this weekend.
He reached under the breechcloth and pulled out the biggest dick he'd ever seen or touched. Not that he'd seen all that many or touched any other than his own. It was rock hard with a tight skin covering the business end. The tip was moist. It was so thick, Chucky could hardly get his hand around it. He heard Ollie start to moan just like Norman. Another whisper, "Rub it, Chucky, move your hand up and down." He obeyed. He said he'd do anything Ollie asked. He just hadn't expected to jerk his big friend off. It excited Chucky to be handling this symbol of manhood. He reached down with his other hand and took hold of his own cock.
"No." Ollie said in a louder tone. Frightened, Chucky looked up at the teen's eyes which were now wide open. "Don't touch yourself. You haven't earned the right. You must give all your attention to my needs. Use both hands to rub my cock. Do it well, Boy. Or you'll be sorry." Chucky had never heard Ollie talk to him like that. He took the big mantool in two hands and worked it. He glanced over at Conan and saw he was doing the same to Billy.
.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.