Date: Sun, 24 May 2015 22:51:36 -0500
From: NChardak Sambia <nchardak999@gmail.com>
Subject: NChardak's Initiation

Chapter 1 -- N'Chardak Becomes a Man

	Fourteen year old N'Chardak sat cross-legged in the initiation hut,
in front of the central fire, his body trembling with a combination of
excitement and cold fear.  Tonight was the night, he thought, in which he
would become a man.  Maybe.  He glanced up at the 3 other boys in the hut
that were to go through the initiation rite with him.  Like him, they were
naked, with the exception of a single leather thong tied around their
waist, and a large patch of deer hide that covered his privates like an
apron in front and back.  This deer hide covering their privates was the
principle sign they were still, in the eyes of the tribe, children.  All of
them were finishing their self-made ritual tool that would be used in the
final test.  In his hands, N'Chardak's tool gleamed in the firelight as he
slowly gave it a final coating of swine oil.  Made of a soft wood and
shaped vaguely like a penis, N'Chardak's anal protector was, at about 7
inches in length, by far the largest one of the group.  It signaled
N'Chardak's boldness and bravery, and if he succeeded in his test this
night, it would afford him great respect and honor.  If he failed, he would
be laughed at, and sent back to the boys hut to live out another year of
boyhood.  The other boys were playing it safe, carving anal protectors that
were barely half the size.  Their success, assuming they passed the first
two tests, were nearly assured.

	N'Chardak's boldness had to be this way, he thought.  It always had
to be this way.  At 5'6" tall, he was not the tallest or strongest of the
young warriors.  And his skin, a warm light chocolate brown, was several
shades lighter than any other boy or man in the village.  Between those two
factors, N'Chardak was constantly teased and bullied.  Even his friends,
and he had his fair share, teased him relentlessly, although good
naturedly.  How N'Chardak survived in the tribe would always be through his
wits and his boldness.  Today would be no different.

	N'Chardak was determined to join the warrior caste, the group of
men who protected the village, fought off enemy tribes, and raided enemy
clans.  They were the most admired in all the village, every one blessed by
the Creator with the largest penises in the clan to show the Creator's
favor.  It was a sign of the Creator's blessing and the strength in battle
that the Creator lent them.  The Chief, always endowed with the largest
penis in the village, had responsibility for the village's safety and
well-being.  Like a pride of lions, he was also the only male in the tribe
officially permitted to impregnate the women, ensuring that the tribe would
always have strong, able children, although it was well-known that others
high up in the warrior caste often sired unofficial children.  These weaker
children rarely made it to the warrior caste, but nearly always joined the
hunters and gatherers.

	This way of life, N'Chardak mused, had been abandoned by many of
the area's tribes, but not his own.  Not the Sambia.  And it was this
dedication to the Creator's will that made the Sambia the largest and
strongest of the tribes in the land.  And to join them, N'Chardak would
have to prove himself, and show the Creator that he was worthy to be
counted among them.  So, like with everything in his life, he would be
bold, he would be courageous, and he would triumph.

	As N'Chardak finished wiping the last coat of oil, one of the
village elders entered the hut, and signaled that it was time for the
ritual to begin.  The four boys filed out of the hut and slowly walked to
the village square.  It was late at night, but the giant bonfire in the
middle of the village, and the many torches surrounding the area, made it
easy to see.  As he walked, N'Chardak spotted the man he was looking for in
the crowd.

	The First Spear, in his early twenties, tall, lean, but powerfully
built, stood next to his warrior friends laughing and eating, as they
waited for the ritual to begin, the dark skin of his nearly naked body
gleaming in the fire light.  His teeth showed as he laughed heartily, and
it was this smile, among other things, that always caught N'Chardak's eye.
Second only to the Chief, the First Spear was responsible for leading the
warrior caste into every battle.  N'Chardak glanced at the First Spear's
lithe dark-skinned body.  He wore nothing but a single thin leather thong
tied low around his waist.  From it, another thong dipped down, and wrapped
twice around his cock and balls, lifting them and thrusting them forward,
in the characteristic fashion of the males of the Sambia tribe.  With an
eleven inch cock, the man was undoubtedly blessed by the Creator and
deserved this high position in the tribe.  Four brightly colored beads were
strung along the thong and sat at the base of his freshly shaved cock, a
testament not only to the thickness of his appendage, but to his prowess in
battle.  Each bead represented an enemy killed in battle.  Along his waist,
more beads were strung, surrounding his warrior's dagger.  All a clear
testament to his strength and to the Creator's favor.

	N'Chardak thought back a couple of years ago to the first time when
he was assigned to be the First Spear's attendant at the baths.  Once a
week, the warriors and their adolescent attendants would meet at the spring
to bathe.  It was the attendant's duty to not only wash the warriors, but
to also shave off all of their body hair.  He remembered the first time
that he handled the First Spear's prodigious manhood.  It was so thick,
that his hand could not go all the way around it, and he marveled at its
weight and length, the thick veins that covered it, as he carefully shaved
it clean of hair and stubble.  It was love, or perhaps merely lust, at
first sight, and for N'Chardak, it became his obsession to become the First
Spear's mate.

	The First Spear, N'Chardak knew, had turned down many offers from
many suitors.  But he was determined to show the First Spear that he, and
he alone was worthy to be his mate.  Truth be told, his desire to join the
warrior caste was less about getting to fight in the battles, although he
was looking forward to that, as it was an opportunity to get closer to the
First Spear, to spend time with him and be noticed by him, so that glorious
spear would find its way into his mouth and in his ass.  His mouth watered,
and his body burned at the thought.

	Shaking from his reverie, and arriving at the meeting place,
N'Chardak sat with the other boys at equal distances around the fire.
Behind them, stood the rest of the clan men, there to witness the ritual.
The chief medicine man, the official representative of the Chief in the
initiation ritual, stood and addressed the boys.

	"Today," he said, looking at each of them in turn, "we will test
you, N'Chardak, T'Chala, K'Dark, and T'Arik, to see if you are worthy to
become men.  Do you, this day, of your own free will, submit to these
trials?"
	"Yes," they all replied in unison.
	"Then let the first test begin.  In life, and in battle, there is
always pain.  You may be hit dozens of times, and must fight on without
flinching and remain strong.  The first trial, is the trial of pain. "

	The trial of pain consisted in receiving a tattoo on the body.  The
ritual tattooists stepped forward, and N'Chardak knew, without the elder
saying so, that the test was not merely to receive the tattoo, but to do so
without crying out, or showing any emotion at all.  A tattooist squatted
next to N'Chardak, grabbed his arm between knees, and without saying a
word, thrust a sharp wooden tool into N'Chardak's shoulder.  N'Chardak
stifled a scream at the sudden pain, but made no sound, and outwardly
schooled his face to a neutral mask.  The tattooist worked quickly, jabbing
N'Chardak dozens of times a minute, pausing only long enough to examine his
work.  The pain was excruciating, but N'Chardak did not flinch, and showed
no emotion as his shoulder bled.  Rather, he stared hard at the First
Spear, the source of his inspiration, as if to dare him to deny his
bravery.  First Spear noticed N'Chardak staring at him, and for a moment,
felt bemused at the attention.

	A small cry, choked off less than a second later, burst from one of
the adolescents.  There was some murmuring in the crowd, but N'Chardak was
determined to keep his focus.  The tattooing continued.  After what seemed
like hours, but was surely less than half of one, the tattoo was finished.
N'Chardak looked down at his shoulder to see what had been drawn.  Each
adolescent got a unique tattoo, determined solely by the artist.  In
N'Chardak's case, it was a stylized lion's head with fierce looking eyes
and a full mane.  A lion!, N'Chardak thought.  This was a tattoo worthy to
wear.  For a split second, he allowed a smile to creep across his face.

	N'Chardak glanced around the ritual fire at his peers, and noticed
that K'Dark was missing.  He must have been the one that had cried out.
The elders determined that he had failed the ritual trial, and sent him
back to the boy's hut.  No one would ever openly acknowledge his failure,
N'Chardak knew.  They would just shake their heads silently whenever K'Dark
was present.

	The medicine man stood again.  "A warrior must be prepared for
anything," he said in practiced tones, "you may be outnumbered.  An enemy
may suddenly kick dust into your eyes while he thrusts his spear at your
face, and you must be willing to fight on, eyes open, half blind, against
the odds, using all of your skill to defeat the enemy.  The second test, is
the trial of determination."

	As he stepped back, three members of the warrior caste stood in
front of each of the adolescents, their cocks hard and dripping pre-cum.
N'Chardak knew what was next and was prepared for it.  The man in front of
him shoved his hard cock into N'Chardak's mouth, nearly gagging him.
N'Chardak relaxed his mouth and began to suck the warrior's cock
enthusiastically.  With his hands, he began masturbating the other two.
The trial of determination was not just about the sudden invasion of cock
in his mouth, but also N'Chardak's ability to suck, to give pleasure, while
at the same time pleasuring the other two men.  And that would not be all.

	He sucked the warriors dick as deeply as he could, the large dick
bumping the back of his throat as his nose bumped against the warrior's
abdomen.  N'Chardak was glad that he had thought to practice with his anal
protector days earlier until he could deep throat it, knowing that if he
could take a large wooden penis, he could take a real one.  After a few
minutes of sucking, the man signaled that he was ready, and N'Chardak
backed off.  Instantly the warrior grabbed his cock, gave it a few thrusts
with his hand, and began spewing great jets of white hot cum onto
N'Chardak's face.  It still startled him when the first great glob of cum
landed squarely in his left eye.  It burned fiercely.  But N'Chardak
determinedly kept his eyes open and his mind resolute as the well- hung
warrior shot jet after jet of warm cum onto his nose and cheeks.  As this
happened, N'Chardak never let either of his hands falter in their tasks to
jack off the warriors to his left and his right.  Finally, when there was
no more cum to give, the warrior stepped back, and the two remaining
warriors closed the gap.

	N'Chardak sucked both cocks as if his life depended on it.  He
alternated between them, then tried to fit both cocks in his mouth at the
same time, gagging on them and leaving strings of drool over them.  He used
every trick he could think of to bring these two warriors to climax before
the other boys finished with their men.  He licked their shafts up and
down.  Like all men of the Sambia tribe, they were hairless.  The one on
the left had exceptionally large smooth balls, and he sucked them into his
mouth one by one, causing the warrior to suck in his breath and groan in
pleasure.  The cock on his right had a large bulbous head, and he focused
his attention on it, flicking his tongue in and out of the piss slit and
flicking it underneath the head, while never letting up on the attention he
gave to the other man's prick.  Soon, both men simultaneously signaled that
they were ready.

	Once again, N'Chardak backed off, cupped their balls in his hands
and softly squeezed, eliciting a moan from both men.  He opened his cum
filled eyes wider as both men took over the handling of their cocks.
Inspired, N'Chardak thought to perhaps spare himself another shot in the
eye and opened his mouth wide, in invitation.  It almost worked.  The
warrior on the right came first, the first jet of jizz landing squarely in
N'Chardak's right eye, stinging badly, while the rest of his cum landed on
his tongue.  The warrior on the left missed his eyes and came on his nose,
and then let the rest of his creamy load fall into N'Chardak's open mouth.

	His face and mouth covered all over in hot salty cum, the two spent
warriors fell back.  N'Chardak allowed himself another smile, as he
swallowed the cum in his mouth, and allowed his blurry, still cum- filled
eyes, fall to the other adolescents.  Both still had one warrior to
service.  At nearly the same time, both warriors pulled out of their boy's
mouths and began cumming on their faces.  The warrior facing T'Chala had a
huge cock, nearly the size of the First Spear's, and he grunted as he
coated T'Chala's face in spurt after spurt of thick, white cum.  N'Chardak
counted 9 jets of juicy jism that fell onto T'Chala's eyes, nose and face,
almost glowing white against T'Chala's dark skin.  But T'Chala did not
flinch even once.  N'Chardak felt proud for his friend, even has he felt
pride in his own accomplishment at finishing first.

	T'Arik's warrior had a much smaller cock, and only two thin streams
of cum and some dribbles landed on his face, none of it in T'Arik's eyes.
T'Arik also sat motionless, taking it resolutely.  N'Chardak was happy for
him too, because he would pass this trial.  But he was a little sad too,
because , though it was no fault of his own, because little cum fell on his
face, T'Arik would not earn as much prestige as he or T'Chala would from
the clan.

	    The medicine man stood a third time.  "The final trial, is the
trial that you have set for yourselves.  Each of you have fashioned an anal
protector, to protect your body from foreign invaders, until such time as
you are mated.  The anal protectors carry multiple symbols.  They are a
sign of how much you will challenge yourself in the eyes of the clan and of
the Creator.  And so long as you wear it, it is a sign of your
perseverance.  After today you will no longer wear the apron of a boy.  You
will wear the clothing of a man!"

	With that he stepped back.  One of the warriors stepped to
N'Chardak's side with a ritual knife and handed it to him.  N'Chardak
worked the knife between his body and the thong holding up the deer apron,
and cut it away, letting it fall to the ground.  He stood fully naked among
his peers.  Next, the warrior tied a fresh thong low around his waist.
After he knotted it, he handed N'Chardak his anal protector.

	This was the moment of truth, the last trial.  N'Chardak stared at
the huge anal protector and wondered if he had done the right thing.  He
glanced up and caught the eyes of the First Spear watching him, and he
smiled, knowing in an instant, that he had.  He knelt on all fours, and,
still watching the First spear, used his free hand, to reach up to his face
and gather the drying cum and wiped it all over the anal protector,
lubricating it further.  Then, bending over, he slowly pushed the big
wooden penis into his tight virginal butt hole.  It was a tight fit, and
N'Chardak grimaced once as the anal protector seemed to reach a tender
spot, but he continued, until the entire object was lodged firmly up his
ass.  He stood up, and quickly, the warrior next to him tied two more
leather thongs to the thong around his waist near his back, then ran them
between his butt cheeks so as to hold the anal protector in, spun around,
and wrapped the thongs twice around his already hardening cock and balls
and formed a knot under his balls.  He was officially a man.

	N'Chardak allowed himself a third smile.  He had done it.  He had
taken the largest anal protector anyone in the tribe had ever had, and he
knew it would win him much prestige with the clan.  The anal protector, he
knew, would serve a triple purpose.  First, it would serve as a protector
for his chastity.  No one would be allowed to fuck him, until his was
mated.  Second, it would constantly be preparing his young butt hole for
the day that he was mated, and it was replaced with the cock of his mate.
After that, it would be his mate's job to protect his anus from all
enemies.  And third, the discomfort would be a constant reminder that life
was not easy.  It would force him to truly be a man.

	N'Chardak glanced down at his hard cock, wrapped in his new thong,
and thrusting boldly outward, announcing his manhood to all the world.  He
had no beads to adorn his cock yet, but his dick stood up large and proud
and hard.  He glanced over to his friends, T'Chala and T'Arik.  They too,
of course, had passed the ritual, and were wearing their adult clothing.
All of them sported rock hard erections, as they rightly should, and
N'Chardak felt both pride and gratitude towards the Creator, as he noticed
that his cock, was by far the largest among the three.  Though only
fourteen, his dick was already seven inches long, and he knew, with the
Creator's help, it would grow much larger.  Maybe as large as the First
Spear's!

	At that thought, he glanced over to the First Spear, to see that he
was watching him.  And, as N'Chardak's glanced down, to his astonishment,
the First Spear was also rock hard, his massive eleven inch cock jutting at
a 45 degree angle away from his body, in bold, iron strength.  N'Chardak
almost came from the sight, but managed to keep under control, his asshole
twitching around the large anal protector in his ass.  His thoughts turned
once again to the hot desire for the First Spear's cock to mate with him
and fuck him hard with that massive dick.  Soon, he thought.  Very soon.

Chapter 2 - Mated
	Three days later, N'Chardak stood naked in the bachelor's tent that
he shared with T'Chala and T'Arik.

	It was time, he thought.  Ever since he completed his initiation
into manhood, he could not get thoughts of the First Spear out of his head.
He finished spreading animal fat over his body and looked down on himself,
admiring how the oil glistened in the light and showed off his lean,
hairless muscles.  He grabbed his already half-hard cock, and masturbated,
feeling the hardness of his anal protector inside his butt every time he
flexed his muscles.  He jerked his cock until it was completely hard,
standing tall, and throbbing in time with his heart beat, the large vein
running the length standing out in bold relief.  He quickly reached for the
thongs that were tied around to the thong at his waist, ran them between
his butt cheeks, forcing his anal protector deeper into his asshole, then
wrapped them twice around his hard cock and formed a knot under his balls.
He gave himself one more glance, gathered his courage, and walked out of
the hut.

	The evening meal was in full swing, men and women and children
laughing and eating around the cooking fires.  N'Chardak ignored them all,
searching out the First Spear.  He found him right away, and with purpose
in his step, strode toward him.

	He arrived in front of the First Spear, cleared his throat to get
his attention, and then announced boldly, "First Spear, I would be honored,
" he began, then faltered for a moment.  Taking a deep breath, and started
again, "I wish to be your mate."  The conversations nearby quieted as
everyone listened for what the First Spear would say.

	The First Spear glanced his N'Chardak, looked down at the young
man's hard cock thrust nearly into his face, then said, "Little pup, it has
only been three days since you earned your manhood.  You have not even
joined the ranks of the warrior caste yet.  Why should I be mated to you?"

	N'Chardak was waiting for this argument and replied, "You witnessed
my initiation into manhood.  You saw that I did not flinch when the tattoo
was given to me.  You saw that I completed the trial of determination
faster than anyone.  And you saw that I took the largest anal protector
anyone has ever tried into myself."  He went on, "you see the size of my
dick before you.  The Creator has blessed me with a dick as big as almost
any in the warrior caste, save you and your inner circle, though I am
barely 3 days a man.  You see that I have earned the Creator's favor.  I
should already be in the warrior caste!  I should be your mate!  The
Creator has ordained it."

	There were hard grumblings at N'Chardak's words, and for a second,
he thought that maybe he was being too bold.  The First Spear pondered his
words for a moment, and then said, "you know that I will not take a mate
unless he can take my entire cock into his body.  You are indeed wearing
the largest anal protector anyone has dared made, and yet it is barely more
than half the size of my dick," he said, casually gripping his half-hard
prick in his hand and waving it about to further his point.  "How then, can
you be ready to be my mate?"

	N'Chardak replied with conviction, "your dick is indeed the biggest
in all the clan, save for the Chief, and yet, I know, with the Creator's
help, I can take it."

	The First Spear, with a twinkle of lust in his eye, said, "I will
bargain with you.  I will lie with you, here now, in front of the clan, and
if you can take all of me into yourself, not only will I name you to the
warrior caste, I will take you as my mate.  But if you cannot take me, you
will take your place amongst the women gatherers and bother me no more."

	N'Chardak gulped in sudden fear.  First Spear wanted to take him
right here in front of everyone?  And if he failed, he would not only be
shamed into joining the gatherers caste, but he would lose his chance with
the First Spear forever.  Taking a deep breath, he sent up a plea for help
to the Creator and said, "let it be so."

	First Spear stood, and whispered to the warrior on his right.  The
warrior reached over and handed him a small bowl.  The First Spear dipped
two fingers into the bowl, coming away with oil, and began stroking his
half-hard cock to full attention.  Turning to N'Chardak he said, "I would
lie with you in wolf position."

	N'Chardak knelt on all fours in front of the First Spear, trying to
ignore the trembling in his body, his ass thrust high into the air, his
head and arms low to the ground, like a wolf ready to pounce.

	The First Spear said, "you must first remove your anal protector,
if we are to get anywhere."  The men surrounding them laughed, as
N'Chardak's cheeks burned red in embarrassment at his oversight.

	He sat up and untied the thongs around his waist and removed them,
then bent forward and slowly removed the anal protector from his ass,
making a soft "pop." sound as it came out.  He laid them on the ground and
then, his dick hard and dripping precum, got back into wolf position, his
bare ass once again thrust high in the air.

	First Spear dipped two more fingers into the oil jar, then knelt in
front of N'Chardak.  With one hand he spread N'Chardak's, smooth hairless
butt cheeks, while with the other, he eased two fingers deep into
N'Chardak's tight boy hole, making sure he was thoroughly greased.

	The feeling of First Spear's fingers in his ass was heavenly!
N'Chardak thought, as First Spear thrust his fingers into ass, that, if
this is what his cock would feel like, he would be a lucky man indeed.
Finally, fully greased and already spread open from having the anal
protector inside him, First Spear knelt behind him, grabbed his hard cock
and slowly pushed the head into N'Chardak's butt.

	It was a gloriously tight fit!  He had to press hard just to get
head inside, and once it finally popped in, he paused, relishing in the
tightness of the boy's warm moist hole, gripping his cock.

	For N'Chardak, the pain was excruciating!  He had never had his ass
stretched this wide before, and it was only First Spear's head in his ass!
He very nearly called a halt to the whole proceeding, before he remembered
his plea to the Creator to make First Spear his mate, bent further down,
and tried to relax his ass muscles.  He took a deep breath to ease the
pain.

	First Spear pushed his cock slowly into N'Chardak's ass, inch by
inch.  He could tell by how much the boy's ass was stretched, that this was
hurting, so he went slow.  When he got a little more than half-way in, his
cock hit a wall, and would seem to go no further.

	N'Chardak, grimacing in pain, felt First Spear's hard cock reach
the end of his rectum.  I reached his hand behind him and felt the First
Spear's cock, and despaired when he felt that there was still more than a
full fist of cock left to go!  First Spear had hit the bottom of his ass,
with at least six more inches to go, and there was no way N'Chardak could
take any more.  He nearly screamed in frustration.  He turned his head and
opened his eyes to see that all the nearby warriors were hungrily jerking
off as they watched their leader fuck the boy's virginal ass.  He silently
prayed again to the Creator.

	First Spear pulled a few inches out of N'Chardak's ass and knelt
forward until his mouth was right next to his ear, and whispered, "do not
despair little pup.  The Creator is not through with you yet."  Then, he
gestured to the warrior on his right, who handed him a lit pipe.  Giving it
to N'Chardak, he said, "sit up and smoke it."

	Sitting up awkwardly in First Spear's lap, with a third of his big
dong still lodged in his ass, he took the smoking pipe and inhaled
strongly.  Trying not to cough at the sudden heat and smoke in his lungs,
he held on, then slowly let the smoke out.

	"Again," First Spear said.  Again, N'Chardak took a deep puff of
the smoking pipe, held it for a few seconds, and let it out.
	"Again," First Spear said.  A third time, N'Chardak smoked the
pipe, held it as long as he could in his lungs, then slowly let it out.  He
gave the pipe back to First Spear's warrior, and knelt back down into wolf
position, his ass high in the air, his head resting on his hands.

	Suddenly the world changed.  What once was solid, and in the case
of First Spear's cock in his ass, painful, now, melted and flowed like
water.  All of N'Chardak's muscles relaxed, as his mind lifted into a misty
haze.

	First Spear thrust again, and this time, felt no resistance.  He
continued slowly, inch by inch, until, finally, he large balls pressed hard
against N'Chardak's ass.  He pulled part way back, then thrust back in,
harder this time.  N'Chardak groaned in ecstasy as his ass was filled to
the brim with all eleven inches of First Spear's cock.  First Spear began
thrusting harder and faster, gripping N'Chardak's hips tightly and his cock
began pummeling the boy's ass, his balls slapping a staccato rhythm against
the boy with every thrust.  He spread the boy's ass wide to see his hole
clearly, pulled out nearly to the tip of his head, then thrust the entire
length hard into N'Chardak's ass, reveling in the simultaneous tightness,
warmth, and accommodating stretch.  But he needed more.  He pulled
completely out of N'Chardak's ass with a loud "pop," eliciting a cry of
disappoint from N'Chardak.

	"I want to see your face," First Spear said, "get into rabbit
position."  He turned the boy's hips as N'Chardak struggled to make his
rubbery muscles move.  Turned onto his back, his legs thrust up into the
air like a surrendering rabbit, he stared up at First Spear and whispered,
"fuck me.  Please fuck me, First Spear."

	First Spear held the boy's feet in his hands and, looking into
N'Chardak's eyes, thrust his cock balls deep into the boy's soft round ass
in a single move.  N'Chardak groaned, as his cock, after temporarily going
soft when he was in pain, was now rock hard again.  First Spear gripped the
boy's cock in his hand and jacked it in time to the rhythm of his thrusts,
and he pounded faster and faster into N'Chardak's sweet, sweet ass.  The
feeling was bliss.

	For N'Chardak there was only cock.  Cock buried deep in his ass,
cock pounding into him over and over again, and with every thrust, cock
rubbing against a part of his insides that made him want to explode in
pleasure.  His own dick leaked precum as he tried vainly to force his ass
to meet First Spear's thrusts.  The pleasure was overwhelming.  Suddenly
First Spear leaned forward and mashed his lips against his in a hard kiss.
He opened his mouth in surprise, and First Spear thrust his tongue deep
into N'Chardak's mouth, tasting him, kissing him hard while his cock
continued to pound the boy's tender pink butthole.

	Even now, with the boy fully pliant, still his ass was stretched as
wide as it could go, and with every pull back, the boy's hole pulled away
from his body, and turned nearly inside out as if it didn't want to let go.
Then First Spear would ram his cock back into the boy, his balls slapping
almost painfully against the boy's butt.  First Spear could feel the orgasm
building in his body, as he pulled back to again jack off N'Chardak's hard
boy dick.

	N'Chardak screamed in pleasure, and yelled, "I'm cumming!  Aaagh!"
He bucked twice, and First Spear watched as twin jets of hot white semen
burst out of his seven inch cock, went over his head, and landed at the
feet of one of the warriors behind him.  Two more spurts landed on his
chest in between his small dark nipples, before finally drooling cum on his
belly, all while First Spear continued to pound the boy's ass relentlessly
as fast as he could, all eleven inches buried over and over into the boys
tight warm butt.

	The sight of N'Chardak cumming threw First Spear over the edge.
With a shout, he thrust one more time into the boy, and began cumming deep
into his arse.  The Creator's gift of semen was life itself, and First
Spear wanted to share that life with N'Chardak.  Over and over again, he
thrust, and with every thrust, another spurt of jizz filled the boy's ass,
until it churned and frothed and spilled out of the boy's butt.

	As he nearly collapsed next to the boy, his cock still lodged
deeply inside the boy's ass, four of the surrounding warriors stood over
them and with a grunt, coated them both with their hot loads of sticky
white cum, shot after shot of scalding seed splashing their bodies, their
gift from the Creator to the two lovers.

	Finally, his chest still heaving from exertion.  First Spear gently
removed his still mostly hard cock from N'Chardak's ass and whispered to
him, "I accept.  We are mated."

--The End (for now)

I hope you enjoyed this story.  This story was inspired by a show I saw on
TV about coming of age rituals amongst primitive tribes, and some articles
I read about the homosexual practices of certain tribes in New Guinea.  If
you enjoyed this story, would like to have more, or have a critique, I'd
love to hear from you at: nchardak999 at gmail.com