Date: Sun, 1 Sep 2013 21:54:20 -0400 (EDT)
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: The Sacred Grove

			     THE SACRED GROVE
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
			WWW.TOMMYHAWKSROGUEMOON.COM

     On the day appointed by the augurs, my father awoke me before dawn and
washed my body. I was more than old enough to wash myself, but this was a
part of the ritual. In the same way, he dressed my body when he was done
and I was clean, putting on me the loincloth that had been sewn by my
mother from a young deer I had chased and killed myself the month
before. Out of the deer's pelt, she had tanned and cut the loincloth,
working the leather again and again until it was soft, supple and beautiful
to behold. Then she trimmed the waistband with soft white feathers tipped
with black, and upon the lowest part which hung between my legs, she sewed
short strips of leather and hung from them several wooden beads, this would
help the loincloth stay in place as I walked and moved, and when I sat, it
would pull the central part down, permit me to be decent in this minimal
clothing. And my father had worked a tougher leather hide, which he made
into a shield for me to carry. And I, myself, had made my first warrior's
spear, under the watchful eye of the village elders, for this spear, made
to my own size, would be the one I would train with until I outgrew it,
changing it to larger and larger spears until I at last made myself the one
which I would take into battle with me.

     So now, I was dressed in my first warrior's clothes and my mother
knelt to kiss me as a child for the last time, I had to bend down to meet
her lips but only a little for I would still need many years to grow to
full manhood. My father had the honor to be the first to greet me as one
adult to another, by the clasp of his right hand upon my left shoulder, as
I did the same to him. And my final rites of my life's first stage were
done. I was leaving my parent's house, I would go to the sacred grove,
there to find my guardian spirit and with it, a man who would take me under
his wing, train me in the art of war until the day that I could fight
alongside him. And the two of us would stay together until he ended the
second stage of his life, that of the warrior, and the entered the third,
when like my father, he would take a wife and have children of his
own. After his children were grown and left his house as I was leaving, he
and my mother would enter the fourth stage of my father's life, becoming
some of the village elders and helping other families care for their
children. When my father died, my mother, who was a good fifteen or twenty
years younger than him, would become one of the priestesses of the Temple,
there to live out the rest of her live in comfort and meditation for her
own fourth life.

     The drummers of the temple called us to them, for the entire village's
boys of my own age, a year older and a year younger (for this ritual was
only done every three years), and my father led me proudly out and we
joined the others in the procession. This group of drummers joined other
groups at the road's junctions and by the time we reached the temple, we
were over a hundred boys strong led by a hundred fathers.

     Lining the final road that led to the temple itself, were the
warriors. I looked about at them as we passed, wondering which of these men
would be the one who would become my partner and trainer.

     One of the warriors caught my eye so much that even after we'd passed
him by, I kept looking back to see him, and each time he would be looking
at me and smiling, the broader when our eyes met. His hair was jet black,
tied away from his forehead by a leather strip about his crown, but allowed
to fall over his ears and shoulders unimpeded. His arms and chest and legs
held the largest muscles I'd ever seen upon any man, he must be able to
break thick branches with his bare hands and could strangle a wild beast
attacking him with those same hands and he must able to lift by himself the
thick beams which made the central post of a village hut and, and...my
imagination ran out of calculations, but he was able to do easily anything
I could think of a man would be hard-put to do, and likely need help from
more than one other.

     After we'd gone well past him, I asked Father, "Do you know who that
one was?"

     My father didn't have to ask who I meant. "His name is Dyad and he is
twenty-six years old. I knew him well when I was a warrior. You will have a
chance to speak with him after the sacrifice."

     The sacrifice was held in the temple as always and I and my fellow
boys and my father and the other fathers stood on one side of the central
walk, while the warriors filled the others. I strained my neck to try to
see Dyad again, but I could not. I could only wait for the time after which
I had been promised.

     To my intense relief, Dyad was waiting near the front entrance as my
father and I left the temple. He strode up to us as soon as we came out,
bowed to my father as any warrior would to a man who had a son and future
warrior with him such as I.

     "Dyad, come, this is my son Payin." my father said. "He will be
entering the Sacred Grove today. Won't you show it to him?"

     My father's words were as a ritual though none I had ever heard. And
Dyad's response was the same. "Yes, I would be pleased." And Dyad reached
out one hand to me and I took it with my own, my heart pounding within me.

     Dyad walked with me over a small hill next to the temple and there, on
the other side, was the Sacred Grove. A large stand of trees of many sizes
and shapes and kinds. Many groves of trees were alike, these were a riot of
different kinds. I said something of this to Dyad.

     "That is because it is the grove of the warrior spirits. Every warrior
spirit is different. Take my own spirit, the Bronze Bear. He is a fearsome
spirit, with a fierce growl and a bronze face that is fixed in a snarl and
eyes that are narrowed in rage. But if you can tame him, the Bronze Bear is
one of the best of the warrior spirits. Would you like the Bronze Bear to
become your warrior spirit as well?"

     "I would like that very much." I admitted. I knew that my warrior
partner would have the same warrior spirit as my own, it was part of the
selection. "But how can I be sure that the Bronze Bear will be the guardian
spirit that selects me?"

     "You must select him as well." Dyad pointed. "See that tall oak tree,
whose upper half is those two large branches?"

     "I see it." I said.

     "When you enter the grove, go toward that oak tree." Dyad told me. "If
you can avoid the other guardian spirits that seek you out until you reach
that tree, you will find the Bronze Bear spirit waiting there for you."

     "But how can I select him?"

     "The Bronze Bear spirit is wild. You must tame him by wrestling with
him. He will overpower you for he is very strong but if you will hold on
and endure, he will become tame. Then take the Bronze Bear with you to the
spring at the heart of the grove and enter the water with him and he will
then take human form and you will have him with you ever after."

     I smiled up at Dyad. "I would like that very much."

     "Then go back to your father and remember to get him to choose a place
for you to start as close to that tree as you can."

     "Will I see you again?" I asked Dyad.

     He smiled. "I hope so."

     My heart was pounding so much, that I could barely eat of the midday
meal though it was of foods I saw rarely if at all. Again, I didn't see
Dyad at all, nor any of the warriors. Only the fathers and boys ate of this
meal, which had as its principal dish the meat of the sacrificial animals
from the temple. After the meal were more prayers, nearly an hour, until I
felt like I could not stand prayers any longer. But it was finally over,
now came the time for us boys to enter the Sacred Grove.

     I pointed toward the oak tree as we all walked that way. "I want to go
toward that tree." I told my father, and he laughed and pushed his way
toward it. We weren't the only ones pushing to a particular part of the
grove, just as Dyad and I hadn't been the only boy-and-warrior who'd been
inspecting the grove and talking about guardian spirits.

     Then came the trumpet blast and we boys were off. We'd left our spears
and shields behind in the hands of our fathers, for this was a search for
our guardian spirits. I knew my duty, fend off the other spirits until I
could find the Bronze Bear and then, endure his savagery as best I could
until he was ready to be tamed and accept me as his own.

     We boys reached the grove which was surrounded by a small row of
bushes through which we raced, and there were the first of the trees. And
from behind one of them, not far from me, stepped a guardian spirit.

     I was shocked. He was man-like in all but his face, which was covered
by a mask, this one of silver and the shape of a wolf. And he was coming
right at me!

     I swerved and ducked and just missed his groping hands. "You are
mine!" the Silver Wolf snarled at me. "I'll take you for my own!"

"No, no!" I called out.

     He grabbed me for a moment, and I nearly died from the fear that I
would be taken by the Silver Wolf, then I wormed out of it. Another boy
came closer and he turned his attentions to this other boy and I ran on.

     But other boys had been caught by other spirits that had lingered
close to the first row of trees. The tree I sought was well inside the
grove. Was I even running the right way any longer?

     Another tree had a spirit, this one a wooden faced crow. I feared that
this one could catch me, but he turned instead to another boy, who seemed
to run directly to the spirit. He had chosen the Wooden Crow spirit,
then. Well and good. Now if only I can find the tree that held the Bronze
Bear! The boys had spread out through the grove, now, I was all alone among
the trees, searching for the Bronze Bear's oak tree.

     Over there was an oak tree! Was that the one? Was that the tree Dyad
had shown me from the hilltop? Was it? Or had I missed it in my run through
the grove?

     And from behind the oak tree stepped the Bronze Bear spirit. I could
see where Dyad had gotten his magnificent body, for the Bronze Bear's body
was just as tall and strong. His countenance was fearsome and he growled as
he advanced on me. My impulse was to run from this large, fearsome bear/man
coming at me. But if I was to become a warrior, I needed a guardian spirit
to select me, as I had selected him. All I had to do now, was endure him
until he became tame enough to lead to the spring and there we would become
one spirit.

     So I let him take me into his powerful arms and his growls were
frightening and he overbore me and both of us ended up on the ground, his
rumbles and weight were oppressive and I felt his arms holding me
tightly. I squirmed within that grip and the Bronze Bear shifted and my
legs went outside of his body and I tried to use them to pry the rest of my
body away by wrapping them around his hips and twisting and as I did, I
felt it.

     Bronze Bear's penis. It was there, pushing up against my ass cheeks,
all slippery and wet and hard.

     "You are mine." Bronze Bear grumbled at me.

     "Yes, I'm yours." I gasped. "Take me and let us become one together
forever."

     "I will take you." Bronze Bear said to me and then his hips shoved his
manhood at my buttocks. They jabbed at me, slid down slightly and that put
the head of it right at my anus. It caught on that indentation of my body
and the Bronze Bear shoved again.

     Oh, Gods, so big and hard! It filled my body to bursting and then
some, the pain was intense! But I had to endure, that was what Dyad had
said, endure long enough the Bronze Bear's assault and his temper and
fierceness would subside.

     The Bronze Bear pushed into me harder and I groaned again, my arms,
which had been failing at him, I now used to hold to him tightly, with my
legs, too. I wanted to be able to move with him as he shoved deeper into my
body, if I could match him, I could lessen my pain and increase his
pleasure at the same time.

     The Bronze Bear drove more of his pud into my bowels, and I moaned
once again.

     "You are good, young Payin." he said to me.

     "You know my name?"

     "I know you, young Payin, son of Arjal." he said to me. "Arjal was
once a warrior in kin with my spirit. It is only meet that I take you as
well."

     "Then take me." I sighed. "I am all yours."

     And the Bronze Bear rumbled in contentment and with his tumesence
fully buried within my young body, he began to hunch at me in earnest. I
was mostly over the pain of his penetration now and I began to work with
him, helping him move in and out of me, and as I did, I found the pain
begining to be replaced with pleasure. I groaned my rising pleasure as he
fucked me, and the Bronze Bear began to whuff in his own desire as it
overtook his senses.

     "Ah, Payin, son of Arjal." the Bronze Bear sighed in my ear. "I have
longed to take you, for I was watching on the day you were born. You and I
will live together all our days in harmony and peace."

     "Yes, yes!" I sighed. "I am yours, Bronze Bear, all of me. Take me,
keep me, love me. You are my guardian spirit, I know. As you took my
father, take me!"

     "Indeed, now and always." Bronze Bear gasped. His humping thrusts into
my body began to take on a savage tone, as if he no longer was in full
control of his lusts, but that same savagery which flooded into his
sexuality drained out of his heart. As he growled now not in ferocity but
in passion, I felt my own pleasure rising up within.

     "Ah-hah-ah-hah, ah-GRAH!" Bronze Bear grunted. "Now with my seed I
shall claim you forever!"

     "Yes, yes, forever, I, ah, ah, AH-AH-AH!" I moaned. My own young
climax struck me, the small splashing of completely clear fluid gushed out
and made my prick sticky, my new loincloth soiled by my own pre-pubescent
energies.

     And Bronze Bear felt my ecstasy and he grunted in approval and his own
body spasmed. "Now, now, you're mine, MINE, AH-AH-GRAH-RAH-RAH-GRAHHHH!"
and I felt the hot rush of his seed pouring into me. It burned my innards,
it was so hot and salty, and I smelled the raw maleness of his sperm and
his sweat and his own essential maleness.

     He squirted this mixture of masculine energies into me and as he did,
I felt myself enter my second stage of life. No longer was I the mewling
child at my mother's knee, I was now the young warrior in training. Any
tinge of homesickness I had felt at leaving my home forever was past, I
only looked toward the future. And it would be with this strong, virile
spirit always with me.

     Bronze Bear shifted as his ejaculation ended, and I felt the hot flood
of his spunk pour out of my ass and dribbled down my cheeks onto the grass
beneath. "Ah-huh-ah-huh-ah-huh!" he groaned as his passion ebbed so slowly
from his senses and he sagged in my embrace. His big chest was heaving upon
my own and I smelled the husky aroma of his sweat and the thicker smell of
his breath as he gasped and heaved for breath just over my face.

     Bronze Bear paused a short time and then he began to growl again and
slowly his spent pud regained its virility and he began to fuck me
again. This time, though, he took his time, his cock, which had never
relinquished my ass, slid back and forth slowly, wringing every iota of
pleasure out of each stroke. I felt my own body restoring itself and
renewing the pleasure of being possessed by this majestic spirit's body so
completely, and I writhed under him as he humped me on and on. But as he
did, I could feel this savage spirit becoming tamed and docile, he now
wanted my pleasure to match or exceed his own, he reveled in making me feel
as wonderful as his motions could bring to my body.

     Soon I was again spasming in his arms, my new pleasure adding its
juicy mixture to the prior stickiness on my new loincloth and it slid away
and my prong, now pressing against Bronze Bear's own stomach, rubbed my
boyish essence onto his body. And Bronze Bear felt the wetness and he
groaned and held me tight, sticking his dong deeply into me, and the climax
that shook him was soft and warm and his jism flowed into me gently, as if
it belonged there.

     And Bronze Bear rested upon me as tamely as any pet dog would. I
leaned up and whispered in one ear that I could just see beyond the black
hair that flowed onto those ample shoulders, "May I now take you to the
spring?"

     Bronze Bear gave a gentle chuckle. "Better still, let me take you."

     And he rose and with me still impaled upon his manhood, Bronze Bear
bore me as I was deeper into the grove.

     The spring was there, a large pool already holding several pairs of
boys with their spirits or boys with warriors, embracing in the waters.

     And into this water Bronze Bear carried me and the water was warm for
this was the hottest moon-cycle of the year, and it surrounded us to nearly
our breasts.

     "What do I do now?" I asked.

     "Now we make love again, and I become the warrior with whom you will
train for battle." Bronze Bear said.

     "Can you do it again so soon?" I wanted to know.

Bronze Bear chuckled. "As much as I desire you? I could do it over and over
again all night and all day tomorrow." For it was getting now close to
dark.

     "Then take me all night and all day." I said and held him tightly.

     And in those warm waters in the center of the Sacred Grove, Bronze
Bear and I made love, his sturdy manhood was just as powerful as ever. I
was exhausted but his organ no longer could hurt me in any wise, I could
take his thrusts into my body for as long as he wished to thrust into me.

     Slow, long and sweet, Bronze Bear fucked me and as his passion
increased, he said to me huskily. "Now, my gentle Payin, reach behind my
head and untie the mask, so you may look upon my human form."

     I obeyed and found the leather tie that held the mask upon Bronze
Bear's face. The tie was awkward, but I managed it at last and the mask
slid away and there was his human face, revealed as he again came to climax
and I beheld him for this first time in the throes of his orgasm and his
manhood pumping its virility into my very core.

     "Dyad!" I exclaimed to my companion.

     "Yes, and you are to become my fellow warrior and companion." Dyad
said to me. "Years of training lie ahead, before you will ready to fight in
battle, but you need not worry, for I shall be ever at your side each day
as you train, and each night, you and I will renew our love."

     "Each night and always." I agreed, and placed my first kiss upon my
older lover's lips, for my new life had begun.

                             THE END
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