Date: Fri, 12 Jun 2020 09:59:00 +0000 From: Andrew Passey Subject: The Tribe Part Ten (Young Friends) The days passed and I could regale you of the tales of how a new chief is chosen, but honestly, it was fucking boring. Lots of sitting around while too much testosterone oozed out of the warriors. My hair started to grow back around my dick although it was itchy in this phase at first, no one seemed to fussed about shaving me and Ben again though, I guess it was only to be hairless for the initial choosing. The field of warriors whittled down, sometimes it was clear why, other times I had no idea why one warrior lost and the other one won. In the end Bok beat Tee in some strength of arms grudge match bullshit that got pretty nasty at times, leaving only two left, Bok and Dja. The next day Bok was due to face and fight Dja, however Bok acquiesced when it came to the final fight and he let Dja be chief which surprised me. There was so much going on I I didn't understand. That night I asked Bok why he didn't fight to be chief and he smiled at me, telling me in his pigeon English that I was more important to him than any position of power. While this was sweet it also frustrated me, I didn't want to be the property of him and I hoped if he became chief he'd release me. No such luck though and he reiterated how important I was by rolling me on to my back and penetrating me again and again with my knees up around my chest. I can't deny that at times I really enjoyed being fucked and I certainly enjoyed fucking him, but I had to be fucked at least one a day under tribal rules and often t was two or three times, if not more. My arse was bloody sore a lot of time and the problem was also that I wasn't gay. At best I had Bi tendencies but I really wanted to get home and get my dick up some girl rather than lie there as I took a thick black one up me. Still, things were moving on and I guessed I was almost free. As it was time for the Chief to leave, he agreed to escort me and Ben back to the main tribe to see how our father was. Even though he wouldn't be allowed to enter, or even be acknowledged Bok wanted to come along. With our rudimentary communication he told me I belonged to him and he didn't want me out of his sight. Part of me thought this was nice that he felt so strongly about me, part of me thought it was quite suffocating, I wanted out of this. The sex was ok, I actually enjoyed it most of the time but I didn't really want to feel it was part of my responsibility. After what I thought was our last night together, a night of Bok deep in me a number of times in the night, he'd told me he was coming with us. I was pretty confused what happened once I had left him, I guess he just went back to being a warrior, feeding his dick to the younger boys and strengthening them with his cum. That's what they all thought happened, no point arguing the lack of scientific evidence for this, it was just one of their customs. We left early, with a goodbye ceremony for the Chief and him handing over his ceremonial equipment to Dja. We were slightly late leaving as Ben and Dja were "saying goodbye" in Dja's hut which sounded pretty noisy from what I heard. Ben's dick looked pretty red as we left, I gave him a look and he just gave me a "what can you do" shrug. There was no doubt that Ben had embraced the tribal culture and the sex more than I had, but then again I was sort of owned by Bok, he wasn't owned by Dja and I guess the power dynamic was different. We put pants on to cover ourselves and carried my bag, the ChIef and Bok wore their skimpy tribal dresses. It felt strange to be covered up, this was the first time I'd not been naked for weeks. It took a few hours to reach the main village. There we fell foul of tribal customs as I guess was expected. The old Chief was welcome to enter the village but if he did he wouldn't be able to talk to me, Ben or Bok. But until he'd entered the village they wouldn't talk to him. In the end it was solved, by my Dad came out to see us. I wanted to rush over and hug him but I was conscious we were wearing next to nothing and that crossing the entrance to the village might be problematic. Dad was buzzing, not necessarily from seeing us I felt. "This tribe is amazing, I've heard so much from them, learned so much. I'll be feted across the anthropology world for my research here" he told us excitedly. Yeah thanks Dad, we're fine, apart from being bummed every night and more for the past few days. I thought for a moment he had a moment of clarity, "Sorry boys, it's great to see you, you timed it right though, you got to see the changing of the chief and all the customs and ceremonies that happen at this point, it must have been amazing!" He said, without any thought of what we might have been through. Ben excitedly told him that we'd been selected at the choosing ceremony and his eyes widened, and he looked amazed as Ben told him he'd been chosen by the new chief, "it was so interesting Dad, took a while to get used to but it was important to integrate. I remember what you'd said ages ago, our customs are not their customs and it doesn't mean we're right and they're wrong" he said. I guess Dad knew what he meant but Ben was glossing over the sex bit. Dad then talked to Bok and the Chief in their language, Ben and I just stood there like spare parts, picking up the odd word. Dad then beamed at me, "Matt, you are living a unique experience, a gift almost.. Never has a boy your age been claimed by a boy in the tribe, never been shaved to be hairless, never been owned by someone like Bok. You're able to give me a unique insight into their culture, you're living it with Bok" he said as Bok rubbed his hand over my bum. I sighed, I wanted to be free of this, to be free of Bok however much I liked him. I wanted to be back home in Oxford, but being in Cairns would be good enough, back with my Mum, Skyping my girlfriend. Living a normal life. "Thanks Dad but it doesn't feel like a gift, I like Bok, but I've had to do things I've never imagined or wanted to. I just want us to leave and go home. And see Mum and watch TV, go to school, leave all this behind" I said honestly. I was done. Now that Dad was here I wanted him to get us out of here. He nodded and chatted to Bok turning to me and looking serious, He gave a theatrical sigh, "Matt, this is their culture, their customs. Even if they wanted to release you from your obligations they don't have the power to, there is no precedent, no even understanding of how that would happen. Basically you belong to Bok until he reaches the age he is old enough to leave the village, and that is many months away" I was crestfallen, devastated. I liked Bok but had no desire to have to stay in this godforsaken jungle for any longer and while the sex was ok I also didn't really want to have to be fucked anymore. As I'd said already, I wanted to get to Australia, Skype my girlfriend, live a normal life, wear clothes, use shower gel and also not be fucked every night. Bok then spoke to Dad and me. I understood a lot of what he said but I realised our communication wasn't quite there yet. Dad spoke back and the conversation went on for a while before they both turned to me. Dad nodded to Bok and smiled at me, "you are lucky Matt. Bok is willing to make a great sacrifice for you. " "Oh thank god, is he releasing me from his ownership?" "No. As I said he can't do that. He owns you and under tribal law he has to penetrate you every night otherwise he becomes weak. So no that's a non starter. However he is offering to come with us, live with us and live in our "tribe" as you lived in his. A melding of cultures so to speak. I've agreed that we can set up a part of the house for you to live in that follows the rules of the village so in there there will be no adults, no clothes etc. Bok still has ownership of you and still gets to have sex with you but I can study him further, learn more about the culture. I can see it now, "My son and his tribal owner.", that's a book any publisher would like" he said, seemingly not giving a shit about me or what I wanted. Thanks Dad. But at least I'd be home and Mum would probably have something to say about this. Dad then pulled out a satellite phone to our surprise, "forgot that I had it in the plane, I've been in communication with home and the army, there's a small army outpost a day and half's walk from here so we need to head that way and from there they can arrange pick up for us." And with that we were off into the jungle again, the village had someone to guide us until we reached the main trail that we'd follow. I had my trainers and clothes on now and felt more normal again. We walked for hours and I was pretty knackered when we reached a very makeshift shelter just off the trail. Bok put up hammocks for us and we ate some food Dad had brought with him. As it fell dark we were going to go to bed early and leave at first light. Bok had put his hammock together with mine and I had a sinking feeling in my stomach. I knew the sex wouldn't stop but at least before it was in private, in our own hut, here was very public. Dad of course made things better, "Matt, don't forget that you have to let Bok have sex with you tonight" he said. Yes I knew. Of course I fucking knew, it was very fucking night. "I'm well aware thanks Dad, and thanks for getting me into this situation" I said with a bit of venom. "Grow up Matt, as I said it's their culture. We have to respect that." "Which you brought us into. Dragging us to this godforsaken place for no good reason. And I 'm the one getting fucked every night not you, not Ben, well not anymore. Now can we have some privacy" I said as I stripped off and climbed on to Bok's hammock. He was hard already and I sort of rode him, trying to be as quiet as possible, although Bok didn't dial down the grunting and groaning. It was fucking embarrassing having sex with my dad and brother close by, particularly as I knew Ben was watching. When we were done I rolled off and got into my hammock, feeling fairly mortified. This situation really was a bit shit, I didn't blame Bok though, my Dad could still any point just call a halt to this, after all what would Bok do? I knew he wouldn't force me, he was too nice for that. I wrapped myself up in my hammock and sulked myself off to sleep.