Date: Mon, 20 Sep 2021 17:50:00 +0100 From: Andrew Passey Subject: Sasha and The Tribe Part One (Young Friends) New story here with another one starting to be posted in the next few days as well. As well as finishing off A Wartime Evacuee I have been busy writing the sequel to Mekong Delta (Well Dinh's story anyway) but it's been an intense process with a fair bit of research needed. Should hopefully be finished soon but in the meantime I took a break to try to write something fun and slightly fantastical. I've previously had a few emails asking about doing a sequel to my story The Tribe. So I've written a sequel of sorts. Hope you enjoy, if you do (and even if you don't!) please consider donating to Nifty at the link below: http:/donate.nifty.org/donate.html They were arguing again. Sasha stuck his head under the pillow trying to block out the noise. It didn't do any good though. The yacht might have been large and luxurious but it wasn't big enough that the distance between his room and his parents silenced the argument. As the voices got louder and louder he was able to hear exactly what was being said by his parents. "You are a part time father and husband. You don't care about us. Only earning money for the business. Everything seems to take second place to the business with you. Even us." "The business pays for all of this! You and Sasha think money grows on trees? I work fucking hard for this. You have no idea the problems and difficulties I have. And for what? You waste money on living your ridiculous lifestyle. It's never enough for you! What do you think would happen if the business went bust? You and Sasha would end up on the street. I grew up on the streets of Kiev and let me tell you it's no life for anyone!" Sasha's father said clearly angry "Oh you grew you on the street. You never said. Only like every fucking time we discuss anything!" Sasha's mother sounded equally angry. Sasha was half tempted to go and ask them to stop but he knew that would only make it worse. His father wasn't around much and this trip on their yacht was supposed to be quality family time. In reality it was just arguments and the sullen silences that followed. Sasha put some headphones and decided to listen to music until he hopefully eventually fell asleep. The arguments always upset him. He didn't like that his parents seemed to hate each other. He didn't like his father and his temper. He also didn't like that his father was probably right. His mother did spend money frivolously and Sasha was used to having the best of everything. Money never seemed to be a problem before but now it was the focal point of every argument. What had changed? Sasha eventually drifted off to sleep, dreaming of a world where he had normal parents. The shared dream of many other thirteen year olds like him across the world. It was quiet on board the next morning. Sasha yawned and looked at his watch. It was gone 10am. He was on holiday so it didn't really matter what time he got up but he didn't want his father to call him lazy again. He stretched and realised he had the usual morning occurrence of a hard dick under the sheets. He'd only very recently started puberty but playing with his dick was one for his favourite things. Even if he was still hairless down there and only having dry orgasms. Still, it always felt amazing. His hand snaked down to his hard dick and he furiously wanked it until his body was overcome with an amazing orgasm. Afterwards he got himself into the shower, luxuriating in the hot powerful stream of water before he threw a t shirt and shorts on and went to investigate the possibility of breakfast. He could hear his father shouting on the phone and he stopped so as not to interrupt. "Listen carefully, " Sasha heard his father say slightly menacingly. "You have a son the same age as mine don't you? Well if the paperwork isn't signed and back with my lawyers by the end of the week then I'm afraid you won't like what will happen. I can sense your reluctance to agree to the deal. But unless you want your son kidnapped, castrated and sold into slavery with some Arab sheikh then you'll do as I say." Sasha was shocked to hear such a threat from his father. He hoped he didn't usually do business this way but he knew he had a short temper. He was probably just overreacting to a situation. Sasha was sure he would never follow through on the threat. Still, Sasha didn't want him to know he'd been listening so he waited a minute or two before heading towards where the shouting had come from. He found his father sitting at the outside table in the sun drinking coffee. He nodded curtly at Sasha but didn't greet him verbally. Their private chef came and asked Sasha what he would like for breakfast. He ordered some pancakes and summoned up the energy to talk to his father. They weren't close and he was scared of him at times. "Where's mother?" Sasha asked his father hoping it wouldn't provoke an outburst. "She's gone to shore to do some shopping. No doubt wasting more money we don't have. Both of you are so arrogant and entitled. It's my fault really. Well your mother's as well. I guess we're both responsible for the situation we're in. Friends told me she was a good digger only interested in my money. I was only interested in how beautiful she was. Well I suppose we both got what we wanted. Be careful what you wish for in life Sasha, you might just get it." Sasha sat there in silence. He didn't want to hear his father talk about his mother like that. Or refer to him as arrogant and entitled. His father looked at him and sighed. "I'm sorry Sasha. It is my fault ultimately. I've protected you and let you grow up coddled from the reality of things. My life was hard when I was young and I wanted it to be different for you. I wanted only the best for you. When I'm no longer here I want you to take over the business. But I've done a terrible job of preparing you for that. From now on I want you to be more involved in the business. To understand the hard decisions and sacrifices that must be made." "Um father, I am only thirteen!" Sasha said. "I don't know what I could do to help and I've got school and stuff. It would be nice to help you but I'm afraid I'd be useless." "Sasha, by the time I was thirteen years old I'd done things I'm not proud of. I had to do what I had to do to survive. Up to now you've been sheltered from all that. However my business is our business. You need to understand it. To help fight off attacks by our competitors and others on it. It's a dog eat dog world out there. I know I've not been the best father to you. I thought by providing you with a lifestyle I never had that you would grow up strong. However I see that you've become soft and weak. There's a lot you don't understand about our situation. It means that however important you are to me, the business is still the most important thing. It's what pays for everything. It's what keeps you clothed and fed. Do you understand?" "Not really father," Sasha said feeling confused. He was still half awake and not expecting such an intense conversation before he'd even eaten breakfast. "Don't worry, you will learn. For now we have the whole school holidays ahead of us. I'm going to try and show you the reality of business. Take you to meetings. Help you see a world bigger than the one you live in. Your mother has had too much influence on your upbringing. Now I will be taking more of a hand in crafting you into the person you need to be. I love you Sasha but sometimes tough love works best of all. You'll understand as time passes what I mean." Sasha still felt very confused. Why on earth did his father want him involved? Sasha didn't want to be a businessman like his father when he grew up. He wanted to do something more worthy. When his father called him arrogant and entitled he clearly showed a lack of understanding about Sasha and what drove him. Sasha was interested in making the world better. He knew he had privilege and he wanted to use it for good. Maybe he'd work for an NGO? He wasn't sure. He was only thirteen after all but he was fairly sure he wanted to grow up a different person to his father. He didn't like his father and he knew he had a hard edge. A very hard edge. As well as a nasty temper. But he still loved him despite that. He just didn't want to be him. At that point his pancakes turned up and he dug into them. He tried to divert his father onto a different topic. "When you said by the time you were thirteen like me you'd had to do things you weren't proud of, what did you mean?" He asked. Sasha's father took a sip of his coffee and looked at Sasha thoughtfully. He wondered how much to tell him but he reasoned it was time Sasha learned some of the truth. Not all of it. Not the bits where he'd had to take a life. But it would be useful for Sasha to know certain bits. Particularly with what was potentially coming for Sasha down the line. It wouldn't make it any easier for Sasha when the moment came but it may at least give him some perspective. In any case it was important to him that Sasha learned that this coddled lifestyle of his was not the way he grew up. Ultimately Sasha's lifestyle would change if the problems with the business weren't solved. He didn't want Sasha to know too much but he did want him to realise what you sometimes had to do in life to survive. He took another sip and decided on what to tell Sasha. "Sasha, it's hard to explain really. It was a world so far removed from the one you inhabit that I'm not sure what you would understand or think of me if you knew everything I did. I ended up on the street at a young age. I did what I had to do to survive and to fight my way out of there into a better life. It was tough. You'd be surprised what people will do to survive when the alternative is destitution and death. I was savvy though and I learned quickly. By your age I knew I had weapons I could use. I could use my fists to fight. I could use a knife. I could use my mouth. I could also use my body if you understand what I'm suggesting?" "Er um what like sex stuff?" Sasha asked, blushing bright red in embarrassment. Sasha's father laughed a strangely mirthless laugh. "Such a prude! When you're young you use what you can. I'm not proud of it and I knew to only use it when I needed to but yes. Sex is a weapon. As your mother would no doubt attest to if she was being honest. It can get you what you want, it can get you into places you might not be able to get into otherwise. Never forget that Sasha. Men are weak and many are driven by sex and their lust. You can use it to your advantage!" "Father! I'm thirteen. I'm not gay and I'm not ever going to be in a situation where I need to do that!" Sasha protested, still blushing bright red. "It wasn't about being gay. You and your mother are clear evidence that I'm not gay. I just occasionally had to dabble in that world and use it when I could to fight my way out of the dark one I was in. All I'm saying is if you ever find yourself in that situation just remember that many people will have done similar before." Sasha shook his head. He didn't see much of his father and he hadn't proffered much fatherly advice over the years. However now he was here and trying to teach Sasha things that seemed completely ridiculous. He was just grateful his father hadn't gone into actual detail about the specifics of what he'd done. Sasha wasn't innocent or naive. He had a phone and a laptop after all so he was plugged into the world of sex and how it happened. Since he'd started puberty he'd discovered the world of porn. He'd watched it a fair bit. Straight porn, gay porn. It was all just educational. He enjoyed watching it when he wanted off but it was nothing more than that. He'd never thought that sex could be transactional. That it could be used to get what you want. Admittedly he'd only recently started puberty. His dick had grown slightly and he had the ghost of a few hairs down there but he didn't look much different than before. He knew it would all grow in time though. He just wished it would grow more now! Sasha's father could see his words had confused his son. That was a good thing he reasoned. Sasha had become too soft. It was time for some hard edges to be sculpted. He wanted Sasha to learn the skills he'd need to handle himself and survive setbacks. To become more like him. Slowly though, he didn't want to scare him too much. "We'll talk about it more another time. Why don't you go for a swim? The sea is looking fantastic this morning," he said to Sasha. He'd planted the seeds and would let them grow over time. As for Sasha, as he lay in bed that night he hoped he'd never be put in a position like his father had been. Having to use his body to survive. Having to fight to get off the street. He knew he wouldn't be in that situation. It was a world away from his life. Although for some reason the idea of being used got his dick hard. Shaking his head to dispel that he pulled up some vanilla straight porn and wanked off watching that. To his surprise as he orgasmed he shot cum out of his dick for the first time. Sasha was delighted. He felt like he was really growing up. Shooting cum. Becoming involved in the business. It was the start of his journey into adulthood he thought.