The Deep End
#2 of The Hunter and the Lamb
A sexy smutty sample of a sexier smuttier story.
Larrick was already partway through his ceremonial address when Yovin strolled into the village.
The young heir got a thrill out of seeing the Advisor's surprised face twist into a grimace as he slunk away from the altar that stood at the center of the common area. That's right, run and hide. You were probably boring them anyway. They're focused on me now. He took-in the crowd of well-over two hundred people. Men and women gathered tightly, forming a thick circle around the sacred artifact. There were no children among them. All of those in the tribe who had not yet felt the maturing cold of twenty snowfalls, and thus not entered into adulthood, were all off on a days-long excursion through the deep woods; accompanied by the eldest of the tribe, the youth learned the essential arts of hunting and survival. Yovin felt he was about to get a lesson in an artform he considered far more thrilling. Never too late to start taking my studies seriously, he thought.
He could feel their many eyes on him. He did not mind; in fact, he encouraged it with an intentional swaying of his hips as he strutted past. He wondered if any of them had observed his body enough before today to notice that the bump under his clothing was now more prominent. Let's make sure they know. He casually pulled the strings of his loincloth mid-stride, letting it fall, exposing himself to them, his neighbours and destined-subjects. It hit the ground just as he arrived at the stone stairs which lead up to the central fixture. He took a second to take a deep breath, then ventured forth, his buttocks jiggling as he made his way up each step.
Arriving at the top, he basked in the presence of the objects that stood before him: a fine sturdy wooden bench of ebony and an immense polished golden basin underneath. The bench was in the shape of an X, yet more curved at the ends, almost like the distorted water reflection of two crescent moons touching:
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Yovin admired the exquisite intricate layered carvings that graced the wood, the result of a lifetime of craftsmanship skill paired with the deepest understanding of their history and passion for their culture that could only be possessed by a grand elder of the tribe. He remembered how he had gazed upon the bench every time he walked by, for years, longing for the day when he'd make his ascent. Today is the day.
Yovin climbed up, resting his hands and knees on the bench in the same position he had dreamed about. The warm summer air felt good on his bare body. He looked down through the opening in the bench beneath his head and regarded his reflection in the golden surface below. The future-chief saw fierceness in his own eyes and smiled. He arched his back and presented himself to the crowd, confident that he looked enticing; the river had given his fur a healthy attractive glow and he could feel it. He sat there, his round behind on full display, his manhood hanging between his legs, and waited. He would not wait long.
The young men were first, the youngest of whom had only recently aged beyond their second decade. Technically, these were his peers, Yovin being just shy of halfway past his second decade himself, but he found very little rapport with the others. The life of a chief's son was an isolating one and Yovin did himself no favours by avoiding keeping company his own age, even when offered. How ironic that now they would all be sharing in such an intimate situation. The relative inexperience and overwhelming eagerness of the youthful males, coupled with the thrill of the entire village watching from all around, would be their downfall, as none of them would last long. What they lacked in experience and staying-power, however, they made up for in vigor and readiness.
The first to approach was thin and short but clearly confident. He kneeled down on the steps up to the altar and placed his soft hands on Yovin's softer buttocks. Tradition dictated that the first man must ready the Blessed Conduit for the fertility ritual. This usually involved applying the slick oils that had been prepared and mixed by the eldest of the tribe earlier that day. Nonetheless, this young man was bolder; he startled the crowd and the heir by sticking out his soft pink tongue and licking the soft pink hole in front of him. Yovin shuddered with delight and visibly relaxed in response to the sensation, while the lovely little muscle lapped at his entrance over and over. He bit his lip as he felt himself open to that prodding passenger which ventured as far as it could go.
The young hunter stood up, licking the excess saliva from his lips, and moved his shabby loincloth out of the way with one hand, revealing his stiff and leaking manhood. He took the oils available to him and smeared them on his hardness. He pressed it between Yovin's buttocks and rubbed against the slickened opening there. The prince was rapt with anticipation; the subject was soaking-in the reactions from the crowd.
At last, he aimed himself at the proper spot and pushed forth, earning him an elated groan from his partner. He leaned over, laying his firm physique on the prince's back, reaching around with his hands to grab hold of those soft inner thighs. With no hesitation at all, he burst right out of the gate, running full tilt. Yovin's moans came in short startled bursts that quickly became deliberate shouts of praise. The young hunter humped with such incredible speed that the fleshy smacking of his balls came in rapid succession, making it sound as though ten men were thrusting inside the prince at once. He panted loudly, without shame, right next to the heir's ear.
There was a sudden loss of friction and for a moment Yovin thought the bold young man had slid out accidentally. When a hot sensation ignited inside him and quickly spread, he understood; the first contributor moaned exhaustedly and shuddered on top of his future-leader, his thrusts coming to a full stop. He pushed his hips forward, straining with determination to bury every last bit of him inside.
He gave a softer moan as he pulled out, his penis wet and already limp. He stepped back and admired his efforts smugly; the puckered pink hole he had just plundered began oozing a substantial dollop of white semen. It stretched into a long strand as the force of the earth took hold of it. Finally it separated and splattered into the golden basin below. The bold boy patted Yovin's backside and stepped back, giving a wide berth.
The second of the young men was slower but significantly girthier. He moved and positioned himself with a precision that suggested he had also been more practiced with the task at-hand than his predecessor. Yovin felt the thick erection enter him, felt its added girth, felt it stretch his entrance. In that moment, he was glad and proud that he had spent time-enough in the golden steam-river to endow his body with its gifts. He figured he could be stretched a dozen times over and still only feel blissful pleasure from it. His opening astoundingly retained its tautness yet stretched like rubber to accommodate its new welcomed guests.
A third man clearly could not contain his excitement any longer. He walked around the bowl to the opposite end of the bench and stood in front of Yovin. The penis that entered his view was so red and hard that it looked almost angry. It pulsed with such eagerness that it seemed to jump up and down. It was thin but easily the longest among the young men. Yovin opened his mouth and let his tongue flop out. The eager hunter took the invitation and laid his length on the long pink strip.
Just as the heir's rear-end exhibited increased abilities, so too did his throat open-up to allow the deep-delving visitor. Yovin wondered which end of his was deepest, and if he would soon find out. The boyish man took full advantage of the ease in which Yovin's throat accepted entry, ramming his full meaty serpent in, frantically. The heir sucked hard each time it went in, pulling it just a little further along. He felt the taut scrotum slap his chin, felt the soft bushel of brown pubic fuzz mix with his hair, felt the long fleshy organ bend as it pushed into him.
Seeking more control to match his desired speed, the young standing buck held the two convenient handles provided for him. No one had ever gripped Yovin's horns before and the intimately-dominating sensation thrilled him. His eyes started to glaze over as he lost himself in the situation.
The husky fellow at his rear was grunting with every thrust. Yovin could tell both young men were reaching their limit. He mentally wagered on which would be the first to achieve their climax; and he was soon proven correct. The stocky boy moaned as he emptied his burly balls into the prince, who in-return gave a firm courteous squeeze of his hole to finish him off.
Too focused on the events behind him, Yovin was unprepared for the instant torrent of salty liquid that flooded his mouth and spilled down his chin. He quickly rebounded, sucking pointedly on the spitting snake still partway down his throat. The impatient young man in front of him squeaked and squirmed as he finished, happily overwhelmed by the onslaught of sensations.
When the two men pulled away, they were still connected to the prince by long strands of semen.
After a dozen more displays from the youngest group, next it was the men past their third decade. Yovin fondly thought of them as the best among the men; the perfect balance of sexual experience and youthful endurance. He was also pleased to note that even their numbers were greater. One at a time, they each patiently waited their turn, some stroking themselves to ensure their readiness.
One of them bit Yovin's ear while he thrusted; the little cry the prince gave in-response clearly delighted the man, as he began thrusting more earnestly. He caressed the boy's chest, fingers trailing by erect nipples. He even reached down and stroked Yovin's erection for a time; Unnecessary, the heir thought, but appreciated.
The urge to ejaculate heightened in Yovin but soon dulled when the man behind him let go of his penis, let go of his ear, and let loose his own orgasm, recoating the future-chief's insides.
Recovering his breath, Yovin looked down again at the basin; he could not see himself, his reflection obscured by spatterings of semen. He looked behind him instead, urging the next contributor to step up.
Several more men gave their generous offerings. One among them had the longest penis in the tribe, which reawakened some nostalgia in Yovin, as he remembered seeing it in action. One of the many times he snuck-out and spied on the adults being intimate beyond the village, he observed a shy hunter return from a successful trip and be greeted by a willing woman who rode that veiny length with vocal enthusiasm. The fondness Yovin held for those memories gave him an added thrill as he experienced the real thing.
He felt it reach deep within him with every thrust. At one point the man shoved it all the way in and kept it there. Yovin savoured the fullness and pulsing he felt. He tensed his hole in-response. The man groaned dazedly, squeezed Yovin's shapely rear with his hands, and launched into a frenzied series of thrusts. Yovin cried-out with delight at the sudden assault. The man grunted loudly as he made his final sloppy pushes, his balls throbbing against Yovin's as they emptied.
Many more came and went. Yovin pushed back from time to time, to assert his conviction and encourage the men. He wanted them to show their full strength, wanted them to go harder than they were used to going with their wives. He could handle it, anything they put him through. The collection of ceremonial contributors seemed to keep coming and coming, and he could not get enough.
Those grizzled men past their fourth decade were last. This was the group to which Larrick would belong. He looked around until he caught sight of the stubborn goat; Larrick was practically standing outside the closely-packed circle, only visible in the sea of heads due to his added height. The conflicted look of wide-eyed shock and nervous-irritation on his face was one Yovin would never forget. He revelled in it. This was almost you on this bench, he thought snidely. I cannot say I am sorry to have taken it from you. We both know you would never have riled them up as much as I could.
His focus shifted immediately to his rear-end when the first of the final group violently rammed his full-grown penis into it. Yovin yelped in surprise. The pack of men gathered behind snickered and cackled more akin to hyenas than lamb-sons. They were enjoying every part of this. Of course, Yovin had been a pest to them his whole life and he knew it. Being the son of the village chief, he had been given an exorbitant amount of freedom and he took advantage of it, making some of the men's lives practically a living-hell by times. They felt that now they were finally getting payback. Let them, Yovin thought. Let them think they are taking advantage of the situation and making me pay. Let them do their worst and think I'm not enjoying every second of it.
Yovin was mildly disappointed that Larrick would not be participating. He was curious how the temporary-chief's rage and contempt for the prince could be channeled during sex. He imagined Larrick would be the roughest and most aggressive of all. The missed opportunity was a pity, for sure, but one he would not dwell on.
One by one, the pack of men, the youngest of which was even still two decades older than the young heir, mercilessly plunged and thrusted and shoved their swollen members into him. They grumbled and groaned and hollered and whispered lewd comments into his ears, all while relentlessly humping. He had them each moaning like women by the end.
The last of them pulled his still-throbbing penis out, bright white semen gushing from its tip and Yovin's hole alike. Oldest and meanest of them, the last man turned and sat on the steps of the altar, catching his breath. A long, dark shadow cast over him. Looking up, his breath caught in his throat.
The crowd muttered in shock. Yovin heard what sounded like heavy hooves clattering in the dirt. With whiteness dripping from both ends, Yovin turned his head to see the source of the commotion: a beautiful bull-clan towering above a sea of lamb-sons. Jaina strolled confidently through the hastily-parting crowd, not appearing at all self-conscious at the number of eyes fixated on his swaying naked penis. It slapped his thighs over and over, growing firmer with each step, mouthwateringly hard and on full dazzling display by the time he reached the altar.
This adonis of a man seemed to block out the very sun as Yovin looked up at him. Their eyes met for a comfortable moment of reconnection. Jaina winked and gave a smirk. Although already quite flush from the copious coupling, Yovin blushed even more furiously and smiled at the familiarity. He turned back around, repositioning his body, readying himself for the final performance. Following the lead, the bull poised his tight reddish-purple tip at the already-messy entrance of his acquaintance's similarly tight rump. He pushed forward, snorting with pleasure as the head of his marvelous manhood sank into the smooth wet warmth it discovered.
The tribesmen still had not regained their wits about-them. They all watched as this prime example of their greatest rivals mounted their tribe's future-ruler, his thin tail whipping back and forth excitedly, his dark-furred hips and firm buttocks gyrating above the supple gold-furred heir, who squeaked and moaned with greater urgency.
In spite of themselves, most of the men and women became even more aroused than before. Cocksure men who were sated so little time ago were now fully erect again, to the surprise and delight of their wives who began to stroke them; it was now socially acceptable for them to do this, as their men had already contributed their offerings to the ritual.
The crowd watched with unblinking eyes at the display of sheer strength and ferocity. The bull unfurled a mighty gut-shaking roar as he barbarically drove his member as deep as it would go, his low-hanging balls pulsating rhythmically for all to see.
After what seemed a tantalizing eternity of standing right on the precipice of release, those final brutal thrusts sent Yovin over the edge to forcefully plunge into rapturous ecstasy. Without even touching it, his bedrock-hard penis sputtered and spasmed beneath him, spurting bright-white semen with impressive intensity, at one point jumping so forcefully that it slapped against his naval and shot him square across his own chin. Still dazed and engulfed in the rich embrace of his orgasm, he licked up his semen and let its taste mix with the others'.
His own bliss subsiding, the panting bull began to relieve his firm grip on Yovin's sides, and slowly pulled his girthy length out. Yovin adored this sort of sensation every time, the relief his insides felt as each inch left, and the building anticipation of the relief his hole would soon feel. The would-be leader shivered with glee as the massive penis finally slipped out of him with a sloppy wet sound, spilling so much semen out of him that it filled the bowl below to the top.
Yovin attempted to get up from the bench but collapsed as soon as he got to his feet. Jaina caught him, utilizing lightning-fast reflexes, and picked him up in his dark bulging arms. The two chuckled together, moving out of the way as four men closed-in around the altar. They lifted the bench and carried it away, clearing the path to the golden basin.
It was then time for the women to approach the altar; they strolled-forth in droves. Some cautiously walked around the panting bull who cradled their prince, with his long shiny dark manhood drooping below; others, however, stopped to kneel and clean him with their mouths, much to the shock and uncontrollable arousal of their nearby onlooking husbands. Jaina's belly shook as he chortled, tickled by the women's tongues wrapping around his slippery length; most of them masturbated themselves or each other, with their free hands.
The shimmering basin gave off its own heat. As the first woman climbed in, the gooey contents of the bowl rose and spilled over the sides. One by one, the women of proper age submerged their soft bodies into the white pool, smearing it over their breasts, spreading their legs, letting it enter them as it once entered their chieftain-in-waiting. Although it was only their duty to simply participate in this part of the fertility ritual, it was clear that plenty of them were ecstatically enjoying the experience; the ceremony excited them, especially those who were married, as they got to witness their husbands demonstrate their virility and prowess in front of the whole tribe.
Jaina was enthralled by the display. He had never seen anything like it; far different from fertility rituals in the tribe where he spent his youth. As the soft and plump participants played and laughed and teased each other around the basin, the cheerful bull-clan began to grow hard again. He gave a sly smirk to the heir held in his arms, who looked back with an inquisitive smile.
Spontaneously, Jaina tossed a surprised Yovin into the sticky pool, just as a drenched woman had gotten out. A white wave splashed those nearest the basin. Yovin looked up at his unexpected lover, warm wetness soaking into his fur, and laughed loudly. Jaina joined in.
Any lingering doubt about his newfound aspirations fled the lamb-son's mind then, and he decided that this would be only one of many experiences he wished to share with the bull.
New lives began that day.
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