Date: Thu, 20 May 2021 12:02:45 +0000 From: J a skehan Subject: Rites of the Jungle Tribe 2 Rites of the jungle tribe Cajuncock This is a work of gay fiction, the sole property pf the author. All standard rules apply. If you like the stories on the site please donate to keep it going, Comments welcomed:jaskejr@hotmail We spent the days of feasting surrounded by the most handsome of the tribal priests. They were the only ones permitted to serve or touch us. The entire time of feasting all were naked. My companions soon were enthralled by the sight of so many men with uncut penises of various shapes and sizes. I was treated as a god by the men of the tribe. The headman or king of the tribe each morning offered his body to me as a sign of sublication. Each time I anointed his hole, filling him with my life giving essence. The other members of my party were offered the same by the strongest hunters of the tribe. We secretly filmed all of the rites for the edification of our sponsors. Our days were filled with displays of prowess by the hunters and warriors. Our evenings were given over to the exchange of life-givingfluids between the men of the tribe and those of my party. On the final day of the feast the warriors brought 5 handsome naked captives to kneel before us. I understood that we were to determine their fates. I examined each captive carefully. I took the strongest one and lay him on the mat before me. I motioned for the head priest of the tribe to stand before me. He bowed his head. I reached out for his uncut, brown cock, fondling it to stiffness. He moaned loudly. The other members of my party did the same with the triumphant warriors of the tribe. We now were ten men with stiff, dripping tools. I turned the captive on his back. The priest and I drew back the captive's legs. We tied the legs back to expose the tight, brown holes. The other did the same. The priest understood his duties going to each captive and anointing him with oil on the exposed hole. Two guards approached each captive and lifted them in the air. I and the members of my party lay upon the mats. The priest anointed each of our cocks with the oil. The guards lowered the bound men down onto our cocks. The captives screamed at the sudden penetration of their bodies. The head priest then knelt between my legs and positioned his own cock atop mine inside the captive, He recited a prayer before pushing his entire uncut cock into the captive. The other priests watched and then did the same. The jungle revibrated with the cries of pain by the captives. Soon the priests chanted prayers in unison as they plowed into the holes of the young captives. The cries of pain were soon replaced with moaning of my men and the tribal priests. The captives soon joined in as their manhood was violated. Their pain had been replaced by songs of joy as pleasure overtook all. My men joined in shouting as they each reached a orgasm at the same time as their priests partners. We were all busy emptying ourselves into the sacrificial holes of the young captives. Each captive was assigned to a pair of men who were to be their husbands until they too were worthy to become men and husbands to other captives. I understood that some of them never reached that stage preferring to serve their husbands instead. That accounted for the large numbers of all male household we saw in the villages. We spent many months in the jungle documenting the culture of the tribe. Our departure was greeted with laments of the men of the tribe. A new temple was erected in our honor. It's main feature was a large stone phallus upon which each boy was seated as a sign of his entry to manhood. We returned to our own civilization with our findings. But each of my team became devoted to the practice of those same tribal rites that we had been honored to share in.