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The Clans of the Tribes of the Northern Hills had assembled in the days just following the autumn harvests, for a great festival to celebrate the harvest, to trade among themselves, and for the Festival of the Huntsmen's Wheel. I was eager for this year's festival, for I was now nine summers old, and it was my year to make my attendance on the Wheel, to be thus selected by a Hunter of a different Clan, there to be trained by him in the arts of the hunter and taken into his clan, there to marry and live henceforth. This was the way of our people, for the Elders of our Clans were the women, they kept the flames and the fields, and the menfolk hunted the animals for meat and guarded the fields against enemy warriors of other peoples and animals that would destroy the crops. It was the greatest day in a boy's life, this day, and this was the day for me.
I should introduce myself for this saga, the full name I was given by the Elder of my clan was Felsnaugbruf, which means "Brother of the Gentle Bear," but I was commonly known, as was my clan's practice, as simply Fel. I stood four feet three inches tall and weighed fifty-five pounds, my hair was a golden color which was cut short by my father who used a knife he had bought from another clansman who had gotten it from a trader from the High Mountains north of us, who work with metals and had a sharp blade. My eyes were the blue of the sky, and my skin the pale brown tone of my people, and for the festival, I was dressed in a warm fur coat made from a skin of a feffel bear slain by my father and the pelt of it cured and dressed by my mother, who made the coat for me the year before, its pelt was still full and very warm. My leggings were of well-tanned, soft deerskin and my shoes were of tougher leather made of multiple layers of woodchewer skins tacked onto a single layer of skin to make a boot I laced up around my ankle. Dressed in this finery, I felt like the finest boy in my clan, and seeing the other boys dressed nearly the same didn't sway me from that belief, for I was a handsome young lad, and all the women who saw me oohed and ahhed and envied my mother for having me as a son to offer at the temple.
The festival was a great gathering, it was held in the meadow near the temple and all the clans had each their own special place where our people camped while there, surrounding the meadow where the peoples met to trade, to engage in games and playful combat and battle each other if there were grudges to be thus settled. It was a loud and happy place and it was there I first met the huntsmen who were also there to select from us to be their apprentices, and to be selected by the gods by means of the Wheel in the temple.
It was there I also first met a handsome Hunter, Takkinee, whose name meant "Screaming Eagle Diving Down Upon its Prey." He was called only Tak, the same way I was only called Fel. He stopped to stare at me at the same time I stopped to stare at him.
He stood dressed much the same as me, only his fur coat was made of black fur rather than brown as mine was, and his leggings were a paler brown. There the similarities ended. His hair was a sandy brown color and his eyes were a darker brown, the color of tree bark. His skin was a slightly darker hue than my own, perhaps from the tans of the summer sun lingering on his body. He was tall, and wide-shouldered, but the furry coat covered and masked his body otherwise, but he seemed a well-built man.
His face was rounded but not boyish, with smooth cheeks and a squared, chiseled jaw, eyes inset under heavy eyebrows that made them seem to bore into your very soul, a thin but regular nose, full lips that I shuddered to think of them kissing me with affection, and a slight chin that didn't break up the smooth roundness of his lower face. It all combined to make his face incredibly handsome in a beautiful, ethereal way, as if he didn't belong here on Earth, but in the Heavens among the gods.
"You will be among the boys on the Wheel tomorrow?" he asked me. I only nodded, my voice refusing to speak.
"Very good. You would make any hunter proud to have you as his partner, I shall look for you among the boys at the Wheel," he said.
On the day of the Wheel, we ten boys entered the anteroom of the sacred Wheel by a separate entrance from the ten huntsmen, into an anteroom where we boys disrobed and went naked from there into the great room of the Wheel. The Wheel was used in groups of ten boys at a time for the Sorting. The Wheel was a huge marble marvel to behold, it lay flat on the floor, but would spin, and on the upper part of it, the marble was fixed in a conical shape. We boys were arrayed, seated in a circle looking outward around the center of the Wheel at the top, our arms interlocked so as not to slip off, and the hunters were ringed around the edges, in groups of ten according to the selections of the priests, and the Wheel would be spun, flinging us boys out towards the hunters, and thus each boy would be sent to the hunter the gods chose to have that boy apprenticed to serve and live with and learn the art of hunting, and become a member of their clan. We boys were all from my one clan, and the ten hunters were from the other clans of my people, and so we could count on not ending up among our own clan by this selection.
My Clan, the Bear, provided the ten boys when my turn came and when I saw the hunters, I was pleased to see Tak was a hunter from the Eagles among the ten around the circle. There came a call and the Wheel began to turn. Slowly at first and then faster and faster, we boys held at the top only by our arms being interlinked, or we would have slid down the Wheel before it was the proper time.
The Priest gave the call and we boys released our interlinked arms and I slid down the marble easily, to my gladness, seeing that I was bound toward the arms of the waiting Tak! He was to be my Hunter and I was to be his Apprentice. I happily flung my naked body into his fur-covered embrace and the soft pelt was comforting and welcoming. I realized then that I felt chilled, for the autumn was a bit colder than usual.
"You are cold," Tak said to me.
"A little," I admitted. "Warmer now that I am here with you."
"I can't have my apprentice start out by suffering an illness on his first days with me." Tak said briskly.
"I have my clothing back in the anteroom."
"But there is another ceremony to go through before that. Here, let me do this." Tak lifted his coat and pulled me under it and let my head poke out through the top next to his own. "Wrap your legs around me and your arms around my neck," he advised.
I did and I was covered entirely save for my head next to his, our noses nearly touching, my bare body pressed against his chest. His coat covered me completely, it having hung to nearly his knees before, it had enough slack to keep him well-covered even with this.
"Are you warm now?" Tak asked me.
"Very warm," I sighed. His body was so warm and firm, strong muscles pulsed. He was very strong under that bulky coat, his waist was slim and toned, his chest was large and solid, the muscles were like a war dog I petted once, strong beyond belief. He smiled genially every time our eyes met and I sighed and rested my chin on his strong shoulder and clung to him as the priests pronounced their benediction of the hunter/apprentice bond that sealed us together as one.
We stopped at the anteroom to pick up my clothing, but when he offered to drop me, I said, "We are now going to your tent, aren't we?"
"Of course," he smiled.
"Then I'd like to stay where I am."
His grin grew wider. "Then you will stay where you are." He bent and picked up my clothing and carried me to his tent, my weight was an easy burden for him to carry, I was as nothing to him. I did not notice my parents among the watching clansmen who saw us leave the Temple, but I wasn't looking for them. Tak was now my very world.
He took me to his tent, where his sister had prepared a goodly bed for us and built up a fire. It burned in the middle of the tent and a hole in the top let the smoke escape. It made the tent very warm for us. She smiled kindly as we entered and left. I saw then that there was food and drink laid out for us as well.
He sat down on the bed cross-legged and pulled off his coat, tugging it over his head and lying it on the bed behind him. I could now see his chest bare.
His pectorals were huge, forming two square slabs of muscle on his upper chest, from which his male nipples almost dangled near the bottom. The cleft between the two was a warm, serene valley that begged one to travel its lush smooth depth between the high cliffs on either side onto the lesser hills of the ribcage below also divided until you reached the plains of the abdomen. His stomach was a flat, taut meadow of clean, clear skin, with a single rivulet of hairs from his navel oasis downward to vanish into the deerskin leggings. He smiled at me standing awkwardly naked on the other side of the food set out on a wide board for us, and scooted over, patted the bed to his side. "Come, my dearest Fel, sit by my side and eat your fill, a good hunter must build his body with plenty of good food."
Emboldened by this, I sat down and began to eat, and he and I fed well, and he shared as well the fine mead of the bottle his sister had given him. Mead is not a strong drink but it does have some alcohol in it, more than the small beer I was given to drink by my family, and my head did begin to swim a little by the end of the meal. I was far from drunk, but feeling its effects and was a little giddy. I grew bold enough from the mead to dare to reach out and stroke Tak's body, remarking on how marvelous his body was, and how powerful and strong, and how much I envied him his strength and wanted to be like it some day. He grinned and let me fondle his pectorals, his flat stomach, his deltoids, his biceps and triceps. My hand dared at the end of the meal to pull at the strings that held his leggings to his body. "It's not fair!" I protested.
"What's not fair?" he inquired.
"I'm not wearing anything and you're wearing these," I said. "Take them off! I want to see those muscles, too."
Tak just laughed heartily, and said, "Fair enough, Fel." He stood up and I got to my knees and undid the lacings and pulled at his leggings. Leggings are in two pieces, the laces bunch them up at your middle in the front and behind enough to keep you modest, and I got them untied and they fell to his feet. I was faced with a small loin wrap at his loins beneath that, no surprise there, as it is needed to keep the leggings from chafing you. A single pull undid it and I had him bare and I was looking at his male organ.
It was a fat, rich piece of man-meat, it looked like the back of a brown mole hanging there between his legs, the head furthest down, which was the glans. The length of it, limp, was several inches. "That is an amazing shaft you have, Tak!" I told him. "May I be permitted to touch it?"
"As my apprentice, Fel, you may touch me anywhere you wish," Tak told me. "All that I have is yours, to use as you need or wish to use, or enjoy. My duty is to care for you, teach you, and cherish you."
I eagerly gripped his huge dong, and he groaned and sighed, and as I fondled his prick, it surged and stiffened in my grip. I watched, astonished, as it soon grew to become a massive sword-like column of firmness, some nine inches in length with the globular head now extending beyond the foreskin, the entirety of the rod was very warm, the head's slit gleamed with a clear bead of liquid that slowly grew larger as I held it. "It grew, Tak, it grew!" I gasped.
"That's because you are holding it, and I like how you hold it," Tak breathed. "If you run your hand up and down on it, holding the skin as you do so, it will grow firmer and wonderful things will happen."
"Really?" I marveled, and began to briskly work his pud. Tak moaned and begged me to stop long enough for us to lie down on the bed, we did so and I resumed working his cock. He gasped and groaned and I saw the clear bead had grown to a large glob on his cockhead. I don't know why I did it, but I leaned over him, reached down to his cock with my head, and nipped off the pearl of the liquid with my lips, sucking it into my mouth. The flavor of the watery fluid was intoxicating in a way unlike that of the mead, the taste was filled with the taste of Tak as a man, as if the extract of his cock contained his very essence. I felt hungry for more of it and my mouth returned to his prong and I dove over it and began to use my mouth to work his prick instead of my hand. I didn't know if he'd like it, but he had told me to do what I wanted to do, and he only moaned louder and deeper. So I decided he liked it and sucked on him harder, and more of that delicious ambrosia flowed into my mouth in repayment. He was right, wonderful things happened when I worked his cock!
I was so eager to see what happened next, that I sped up my actions, pumping on his wiener with my mouth, moving rapidly up and down, pummeling his shaft with my lips, wonderfully savoring the nectar of his making and wanting more, more, more of it, none was coming out now, why had it stopped, he was groaning so much, going, "Hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hahhah- hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah!" and squirming about in an agonizing pleasure, rapt in rapturous pleasure so intense, that I was certain something extraordinary was about to occur.
I was right, Tak suddenly moaned, "UH-UH-UH-UH-UH-UH-UH-UHHUHUHUHUHUHUH, HUH-HUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" and his hips rose up and I rose with them, hanging on to the prong that he was driving into my mouth and suddenly I had a full mouthful of the hot ambrosia, it was gushing in bursts into my mouth and I gulped them as they flew into my mouth, more and more erupted and I swallowed and savored and relished them and soon, too soon, they ended and Tak was through groaning, only panting and moaning in exhaustion, spent, his chest heaving up and down as if he had run a long ways and could now scarcely breathe.
"Tak, Tak, are you all right?" I asked him, concerned that I had injured him. "Did I do something wrong? Are you hurt?"
"Hurt? No, no, child, I am not hurt, you have done this, but all I felt was the most incredible joy a man can feel, you have the gift of joy, lad, don't be afraid of it, you were wonderful, an amazing gift, relish it, as I have and I will for the many, many days to come."
His words consoled me and I moved up to lay upon his arm and he held me as he caught his breath and then he kissed me most tenderly again and again, and we slept a brief time, and were awakened by the sister coming in to collect the meal dishes to wash them, she was quiet but made a small noise with the dishes as she picked them up, and she smiled and bowed in apology and took the dishes away and left us alone once more.
We rose and went out together among the Eagle Clan for me to meet and get to know the other members of this, my new clan, my name was now to be FelTakee or Screaming Bear-Eagle, a name to commemorate my double lineage, and I would continue to be commonly called "Fel." We met the Eldest Elder of the Eagle Clan. A very ancient woman indeed, her hand was palsied as she greeted us, but her eyes were wise as she saw us and she said, "I see the bond between you is strong and true and to you I give you this gift of longwing grease, it will aid you greatly in your bonding. Use it liberally at need." She handed the small pot of grease to Tak and I heard her simper as we turned to walk away.
"Why was she laughing?" I asked Tak when we were well away from her.
"She is a very wise woman and knows all that goes on among the Clan," Tak said. "She knows what we did earlier today and what we will do tonight, it is why she gave us the gift."
"But what are we to do with this slimy oil?" I asked.
"I know what to do with it," Tak replied and repeated, "She is very wise."
That night as we got ready for bed, Tak took the small pot of longwing grease and said, "Now, my dearest Fel, I shall show you the use for the grease, and another way that you can enjoy my body."
"I am eager to learn," I said.
"Then lie upon your back and lift your legs up high and wide for me," he said as he reached into the pot with one hand and brought them back up sticky with the grease.
I obeyed and he used his oily fingers to push the oil into my ass while wriggling them, first one finger only, then two fingers slowly working it, working up to three, telling me to breathe slowly and relax. I trusted him utterly and he praised how quickly he was able to proceed with the lubrication of my asshole with the grease.
He spent some pleasurable time toying with one part of my insides that gave me a lot of pleasure, making me grunt and squirm, it felt so good, and he assured me this was part of the pleasure I would feel soon, then he pulled out his fingers, telling me I was ready and he used more of the grease to smear over his prod, getting it all oily as well.
He then cleaned off his fingers on a bit of old cloth and said as he laid down on top of me in between my legs and touched the greasy cockhead to my oiled sphincter. "Now I shall show you the primary use of a man's cock, Fel, when he is not using it for a woman to make a baby. He uses it for his pleasure and the pleasure of his partner, like this."
With those words, he pushed his prick into my ass, the longwing grease made the prick slip into me with only minimal discomfort and I moaned as that thick shaft slid in far enough to touch that special place inside my body, the column brushing my lobes of joy were making my pleasure flutter inside me like the wingbeats of a flowersniffer bird. As my mind thrilled, I moaned, "Oh-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h!" as Tak's massive tower pulsed inside of me.
"Yes, my gentle flower, my beautiful jewel, now feel my power and my strength turned to softness by your tender touches," Tak breathed into my ear as he began to move his body to send his dong in and out of my ass. Every movement washed me in delight as the shaft moved back and forth inside me, wafting across my prostate in both directions and I moaned in my gladness. "Uh-uh-uh-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h!"
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Tak replied. "So good, so good!"
He moved a little faster as he kept moving. "Uhhhhhh, uhhhhhh, uhhhh-uhhhhh-uhhh-huh-huh-huh-huhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
The faster he moved, the faster our groans of pleasure increased. I began to sound out moans of "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!" with every "Ah" being a new thrust into my bowels.
Tak was grunting "Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh uh, uh!" as he stuffed me full over and over and over.
The longer he rammed my ass the faster he moved and the louder we both groaned.
"Hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah!" I gasped out as my joy rose inside me rapidly.
"Huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huhhuh- huh!" Tak guttured out as he slammed into my ass now, his thrusts becoming more erratic as his passion began to consume him.
"Hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah, HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH!" I cried out, "I'm coming, Tak, I'm coming, coming,
HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH, AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AHAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I warbled as my joy overwhelmed me and I shook and convulsed, jerked and rejoiced in Tak's arms.
"HUH-HUH-HUH-HUH, HUH-HUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Tak groaned and jammed his cock deep into me and held me tight, stock-still as he jetted his jism into my deepest part, his eyes closed, shivering but making no other movements, his cock spewing largesse of liquid heartily into my deepest intestines.
Done, he fell onto me, insensible, heavy but somehow consoling to me in that moment. He had given me everything of himself, and needed a moment to return, and I lay there patiently, accepting this moment of our souls blending, knowing that he was inside here, with me, joining and rejoicing with me in my time of our bonding, I knew at that moment that we would be together eternally. Two souls becoming one, two hearts beating together, how could we ever be separated?
After some endless time I didn't mark or count, he slowly roused and opened his eyes, smiled at me and I returned that smile, and our kiss was an affirmation that hardly needed to be affirmed. "I am so glad that we ended up together, Tak," I said to him. "The gods have chosen well."
"Yes, they have, I knew it the moment I saw you in the crowd," Tak said. "My heart spoke, my soul drew me to you. I knew then that you were the one."
"I felt it, too." I agreed. "Let us stay together for all time."
"May the gods permit it." Tak agreed. We slept together like that, his cock still inside me, and only at the dawn when we awakened and he slowly drew it out of me again, were we separated. We went out and had our breakfast with the other members of the Eagle Clan, then went as custom dictated, to let my family meet Tak, the Hunter who was now the man who would be my lifelong partner.
THE END
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