[Reader: If you are sexually active, please use healthy precautions, be regular about medical check-ups, and only act with consent. Actions in this fantasy story do not carry consequences. In real life, they do.]
Reunion
Third morning alone in the bush. I should get to the village by midday today if I’m right. I’ve gathered some berries and roots and washed them in the little river to eat them. I’m just finishing. Suddenly, I am surrounded by bushmen. My spear is not near me. All I can do is stand here – still. I think that I recognize them.
They stare at me, looking a little puzzled. I am staring back. I say in my tribe’s language, “I am Tkan.”
Two of them look to one another and then back at me. They point their spears downward. Laughing and talking fast, all of them at the same time, they are circling me, touching me. One of them recognizes my koteka by the drawing of the spring coming from the rock at its base as the one Ndu gave me.
I tell them that I have not spoken “our” language in a few years, so I am slow. They ask how long I will visit. I tell them, “That will depend on the chief.”
One of them runs fast ahead of us. He wants to tell what they have discovered. As we come into the village – right on the spot where I was first brought as a captured, intruding missionary – the chief, the shaman (“Papa”) . . . and Ndu are standing to greet me.
The chief offers me his hand, and then Papa . . . and then Ndu. After shaking each of their hands, I kneel before the chief and look up into his face and then to his sheathed cock. He removes the penis gourd and I take his cock to suck it. It is not so much a sensuous action as an act of obeisance to him as chief. I both recognize his superiority and pleasure him. Then, I do the same for Papa. When I come to Ndu, I turn, place my hands on the ground, and offer him my ass. He takes off his sheath and kneels behind me. He is already hard and leaking. He uses his pre-cum to finger my hole and enters it with his huge cock. When he finishes he stands and I kneel in front of him to clean him with my tongue. I have returned home.
It is the middle of the day, and food was already being prepared. The warriors present all join in the big common hut, and we eat out of the sun’s heat. They are all welcoming. I am hopeful that the chief will favor my request.
As the men go back to their usual day’s work, Ndu takes me aside. I tell him, “I found no peace in where we both came from. I thought of this place, the tribe, you, the men. I dreamed of it, waking night after night covered in my own cum.”
“So, you came to visit . . . and came wearing your sheath as I told you to do!” he said with a broad smile.
“Yes. I came wearing my sheath. But, I have not come to visit. I want to ask the chief to accept me into the tribe.”
“You said when you left that you could not stay . . . that you do not believe in the phallus god.”
“I still do not. Is it still the same with you, too?”
“It is. And, no one else but you knows.”
“In California, I tried to adjust to living again in the country I came from – where we came from – but I could not. And, I certainly could not return here as a missionary! I was wanting the simpler life that you have here . . . even though it is also harder.
“I have sold and given away everything I had. All I have now is this sheath, this spear, these sandals, and bits of herbs and roots left in the pouch. I even burned my passport when I started into the jungle to come here. Jack Williams is gone. Tkan is the man talking to you.”
“Do you want me to ask the chief for you?”
“No, Ndu. I want to ask him myself. But, would you be with me when I do?”
“Tkan, I will be beside you.”
Our time talking seems like it has passed like a bird flying quickly by. Suddenly, it is the late afternoon. My speech has been slower than when I left a few years ago. I have to stop to recall some words in the language. I am understanding everything Ndu says, though. I wonder if he has been speaking slowly for me.
Ndu tells me, “It is time for me to go to the clearing and wait in the chair for those who want my seed or to give me theirs. Do you want to be the warrior who tends my cock today as I wait?”
All I do is smile. We get up from where we have been squatting as we spoke. We go there side by side until we reach the clearing. I find myself just automatically falling a few steps behind Ndu as we go to the chair. He hands his koteka to me and lowers himself onto the dildo carved into the seat of the chair. I place our two cock sheaths aside. He points to where the cock necklace is hanging on the back of the chair. I take it and put it over his head. I notice that there are more dried cocks and balls on it than there were the last time I saw it. Once around Ndu’s neck, it is hidden underneath his long hair and beard.
Waiting for any warrior who wishes to enter the clearing and approach him as a source of continuing strength, I am kneeling in front of Ndu. I take his long, thick cock into my hands and begin to stroke it. I am gazing at it as he sits observing my ministrations. Nearly immediately, he begins to drip pre-cum. I use it to slick his hard shaft and firm, round cock head. He looks down at me, a contented groan escaping his mouth. Until one of the warriors approaches him, I will keep him semi to full hard and leaking pre-cum.
After about an hour, during which some warriors came to Ndu, he and I are leaving for the village. Four of the tribesmen approach us as we leave the phallus clearing. One of them holds up his hand. He tells us that the chief has ordered them to tie me to the pallet in the clearing.
The first day I came to the tribe about three years ago, the same thing was done. I go with them. Ndu goes into the village.
I’ve been lying on the pallet for an hour or so. It’s about four feet from end to end and suspended a little below waist high. Its grid frame is padded with grasses. My wrists and ankles are tied to its corners, with my knees up. My hole is exposed at the distance of a man’s cock from the ground.
As the sun sets, warriors enter the circle. When it’s just about dark, the chief, the shaman, and Ndu enter. Ndu goes to the chair. The chief walks to the pallet and turns to the center, where the phallus stands with the fire pile in front of it ready to be lit. He says to those gathered, “We are joyful tonight. We welcome a friend back among us.”
With that, he signals the men with the torches to light the pile, and the ritual begins. The drums start. The men tighten the circle. I look to my side, and I see that Ndu has taken a place beside the pallet – just as he did that first night I was in this clearing. As the chanting rises and the men cast off their kotekas, he does the same to his own and to mine. As he did that first night about three years ago, he is masturbating my dick with one hand and his own with the other. He smiles down at me. He repeats in labored English what he said that first night – “This . . . not . . . hell.”
Unlike that time, I do not try to back away from his hand or call him a heathen. I am smiling back at him. I raise my hips to meet his movement up and down on my erect shaft. Also, like that first time, Ndu times his own orgasm to happen along with mine . . . both of us onto my chest. He scoops some of our cum onto his fingers, then leans over to lick off the rest. As he brings his hand toward my face, I open my mouth and put out my tongue to lick his fingers clean. He leans further over me and puts his mouth to mine. His tongue enters my mouth and our two tongues lock.
As the ritual frenzy grows, several of the men come to the base of the pallet. They thrust their stiff cocks into my hole. Very quickly I can feel the cum from so many loads up my ass dripping out onto the pallet. After a long time, the chief tells one of them to untie my wrists and ankles.
I stand. It takes a bit to get the stiffness out of my arms and legs. I move my arms in circles and do some shallow squats, cum dripping from my hole. Once I feel balanced, I join in the orgy all around me. I am masturbated, sucked and fucked, and I return the favors.
The thrill of being back here in this ritual fills me just as much as do the men’s cocks. As I suck them, the smells of their pubic bushes brings me back to the last time I was here doing this. It does not seem like it was two years ago . . . just days ago.
The men drumming are stinted by others so that they can join in the orgy. One of them I knew well. He comes to me as soon as he leaves the drums. He places his hands on my shoulders and pushes me downward. I lie back on the ground and raise my legs as he kneels, hard and dripping, ready to fuck my hole. With my ankles on his shoulders, his magnificent cock tunnels slowly into me. He massages my prostate with it. My hips begin to buck to match his rhythm. He is in no hurry and goes on for a very long time. Finally, his body stiffens and his thrusts grow harder. He cums, shooting several times, then pulls out of me, dripping. He looks at me and laughs. As he rises, he says to me, “Tkan has returned. It is good.” Then, he moves to continue with others.
As the fire dies, the men are leaving the clearing. Ndu comes to me and tells me to join them in the long hut. My day has been very long. Outside of a short time to sleep while I was tied to the pallet before the ritual, I’ve not slept since waking this morning in the jungle. I lie down along side Ndu and the other tribesmen. I sleep immediately.
Waking, we all start the day by going to the river to wash away the remains of last night’s ritual from our bodies. Then, we eat. The men of the tribe all have duties assigned to them by the chief. Ndu tells me, “Let us go to the chief.”
Standing in his presence and about to ask him if I can become a member of the tribe, I am nervous. What if he says no? It is time, and I say, “Chief, I wish to ask a great favor of you and the members of the tribe. I have thought much about this. Before entering the jungle, I gave away the last of my belongings. All I have is what you see. I left those who were my people because I know now that I want to be one of YOUR people, a tribesman here.”
“You want to become one of us? Yes – when I saw how you prepared your body and your koteka covering your penis, I thought you might ask me this. How sure are you?”
“I am as sure as I can say, Chief. I have spoken with Ndu. That is why he is with me.”
“You wish never to leave us?”
“I do wish that, Chief.”
“I will think about this. I will speak with the shaman and with the council.”
We turn and leave. At least he did not reject me. I am still nervous. I look to Ndu who has not said anything. “Did I do well? What will he do? Will the council let me stay?”
“Do not forget that I am on the council. I will speak for you to stay.”
“When will you meet?”
“We meet whenever the chief calls us. I think it will be very soon. Maybe this day. Your request is important.”
“I don’t know what to do while I wait.”
“Come with me. I want my friend who trained me to start training you. You need to learn the skills of a warrior. When you were here before, you learned only about how to live in the tribe.”
I have spent the day with Ndu’s close friend who trained him. He has said he would do the same for me. He hopes that the chief will let me stay.
It’s late in the day, so I go to the phallus clearing to tell Ndu that I wish to receive his seed. Another warrior is there, so I stand back and wait. When he leaves, I walk to the chair. I turn away from it and kneel on all fours. Ndu rises and then kneels behind me. He takes some cum still leaking from his cock and wets my hole as he stretches it. He is saying nothing. I feel him enter me quickly but not too rough. He rocks in and out. His cock is large. It fills me. I welcome it. Very soon, Ndu cums. I do not so much feel his cum shooting into me as I do his juices dripping from my hole. I feel more confident that the chief will accept me having this sign of acceptance from the tribe’s living phallic symbol of its unity.
While we prepare the food to eat for the evening, I ask Ndu when the meeting will happen. He tells me, “It already has. We met today.”
I feel my stomach drop. I am fearful what I might hear. I ask, “What is the answer?”
“I must let the chief tell you his answer. I only know what the men said. The chief does not let us say what happens in the council. To do that without his saying we can would bring punishment.”
“Oh . . . I didn’t know. But, I am nervous.”
“Wait, Tkan. As you will learn the longer you are here, nature walks at its own pace. What it brings, it brings. What the chief decides, he decides. He will do it when he does it. That is all.”
“I hear your words, Ndu. I will try to understand the ways of nature . . . of the tribe . . . as you have done.”
We have eaten and the chief is getting up. He is raising his hand for all to be silent.
“My brothers. Tkan has asked to become one of us. He has no things left that belong to him where he came from. He has put them away from himself. He is like us now. He has only what we share in this village. The council has told me that they do not object. If anyone of you does not wish this, raise your hand and we will hear what you say.”
There is a silence. I look around and no hand is being raised.
The chief says, “Very well, then. Tkan, stand.”
I do so.
He continues, “Tkan, I ask you again. Do you wish to become one of us?”
“I do wish it, Chief.”
“Will you promise never to leave us?”
“I will, Chief.”
“Come, then, and kneel before me.”
I am kneeling in front of the chief who is removing his koteka. He does not need to tell me what is expected of me. I take his cock and masturbate it and then take it into my mouth. I suck his cock head as I hold it tight with my lips. I begin to lick up and down his shaft, beginning to drool heavily. I work his cock as well as ever I have in the years since first I tasted a penis here in this village. He is not moving . . . until his pelvis begins to move back and forth, causing his cock to go deep into my throat, and then nearly back out of my mouth. Finally, he is cumming. He is shooting his seed straight down my throat. As he withdraws, I take my hands and grip his stiff member. I lick it clean.
He says, “Tkan, rise.” I do so. “Remove your koteka and turn toward your brothers.” I do so.
He takes my cock, hard and leaking, in his fist. With his other hand he takes his own. The chief turns sideways and the shaman turns me toward the chief. In front of the tribesmen, he takes our two cocks in his hands and begins to masturbate them together. My stimulation has been steadily growing, and I am too excited to control it. Quickly I cum, shooting my seed into his pubic hair. He wipes it around and then raises his hand to my mouth. I lick his fingers clean. He reaches with both hands behind my ass and pulls our bodies together so that our crotches share my cum.
He turns me toward the men. He says to them, “Welcome your brother, Tkan. He will be a warrior like you.”
They all stand and cheer. They approach me. Their arms are over my shoulders. They are handling my stiff and leaking cock and then licking their fingers when they let it go.
Indeed – I am home . . . with MY tribe.
It is the evening now. I have come to the hut where the shaman lives. Ndu calls him “Papa”. At the entrance, I kneel as I call to him. He comes and stands before me. I look up at him, saying nothing. I lick my lips and I look at his balls hanging below his koteka. He smiles, removes it, and his thick, semi-hard cock is nearly touching my face. I lean toward it, taking it into my mouth, not using my hands at all. I lick his cock head and suck hard on it. I come off and lick up and down his shaft. He has come to a full hardon. I go back on his entire dick. I work up and down on it, slow at first then faster. I feel him stiffening as his moans increase. His cock head is down my throat and he cums straight down into me. I come off of his member and lick him clean. As he replaces his koteka, I take the cord at its base and replace it around his balls.
He says to me, “Rise, Tkan. I welcome you. Why have you come to me?”
“May I do as Ndo and call you ‘Papa’?”
Smiling, he tells that I can.
“Papa, when Ndu was new in the tribe, he tells me that he lived with you and that you chanted over him with your hands on his head to help him forget his past . . . even his language. I ask you to do that for me, if you will.”
“Tkan, I will do for you as I did for Ndu. My hut is now your shelter until you feel it is time to leave to go to live with your fellow warriors.”
“Thank you, Papa. I wish your magic to work for me as it did for Ndu.”
During the daytime, Ndu’s good friend is training me in the ways of the warrior. A few times a week, we have the phallus ritual in the clearing. I also go to Ndu seated on the chair in the late afternoon to be encouraged in my journey here by receiving his seed. I am living with Papa. Each night he spends some time chanting over me with his hands on my head. As he does so, I lick and suck his balls hanging below the base of his koteka. During these times I am hard and leaking pre-cum down to the ground in the hut. I sleep alongside the shaman. We often enter one another with our cocks. His age has not made him less able to perform. He is strong and lustful.
The season is changing. I have been here some new moons now. The warrior who trains me is happy with how well I have learned the skills I need with the bow, the knife, the spear, and the blowgun. My sandals have been long discarded, unneeded now. Like my brothers, my only covering is the gourd, the koteka, on my penis.
I do not often think of my life before this tribe. When I do, it is hard to recall much of it, and I think of it in the language of our tribe. The words of my old language are vaguely present, but like words written on a page and partly erased. My mind is that page.
I have asked Papa if I can be marked on my body . . . as he is marked and Ndu is marked, and as some of my brothers are, too. I have told him that since my flesh looks different than my brothers, I want it to be seen clearly on my body who I am now and who my people are. He is pleased with my wishes and has consented to have the tribesman who is the best at chiseling the marks into the flesh begin to do so on my body. He tells me that for this season, he wishes only the front of my body to be marked. In future seasons, as his dreams reveal it to him, more will be done. Even though he has told me it will be very painful, anticipating this makes my cock hard.
Ndu also is pleased that I want to be marked. He has come to watch the first time that the warrior doing it takes the chisel and the stain to my body. Ndu takes off his cock sheath and I see his member rising. My sheath was already off, and I am lying on my back. Mine is hard, too. He masturbates as he watches. I do the same.
I no longer have dreams about being some place else. I no longer have trouble sleeping.
The marking of my body took some weeks, but it is done now. Since I feel and think and look like the bushman warrior I have become, I have moved back into the common hut. Ndu has invited me to sleep often on the other side of him from the brother who trained him and still trains me in the skills of the warrior. When I do so, I often wake in the morning with his cock lingering in my hole or newly entering it.
When we met, those two missionary-boys never imagined they would become two bushmen in a phallus worshipping tribe. We are both where we belong.
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