Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Tribal Relations ❯ Chapter 2

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Keil woke up the next morning to hear Grael moving around the hut. When he noticed the boy was awake, he walked over to him, dropping a pile of clothes at the end of the furs. “I’ve brought some clothing for you; it should be sufficient to keep your sex hidden. I don’t know how things work in your tribe, but here you are to stay in the hut and only leave when completely necessary. That means cleaning the clothing and furs at the river, and getting water. I will bring any food home with me, so there’s no need for you to go and get it. I’m assuming you know how to field dress meat and cook over a fire – since no one will be coming to visit me, there’s no reason to learn anything fancy. I’ve been dealing with my own cooking for years, I’m sure you can too.”

He nodded, already feeling claustrophobic from the thought of never being in the woods again. “And the rest of the time?”

Grael shrugged. “I have no idea what else women do. I guess clean up? I’m used to doing it myself, but I suppose that will keep you busy?”

Keil sighed, but it was obvious Grael wasn’t any happier with this situation than he was. And he couldn’t blame the man. He was being denied a real female and a chance of having children because he decided to save Keil’s life. He was speaking gruffly, but there was a look of pity in those eyes. The least Keil could do was accept his current situation without making things harder on the only person on this tribe who could protect him. “I understand.”

The hunter looked at him, opened his mouth to say something else, but apparently decided against it because he nodded and left the hut. Keil sank back down on the bed, looking at the long dresses in disgust. Yet another thing to keep him confined. Slowly, he stripped off the rags that remained of the dress his own tribe had given him and struggled into the more elaborate one that he would now have to wear. Giving the other one a close look, he couldn’t see it being good for nothing but rags, but he was by far not an expert. It was torn, stained with gods only knew what, and if he truly was a woman he might have found some way to salvage it, but as it was he just threw it in the corner to deal with later.

He took a few minutes to look around the hut – it wasn’t much different than the huts of his own tribe, although the walls appeared to be made out of mud rather than stone. There was a small fire pit for cooking, a chest for storage in one corner, and the furs for sleeping in the other. He sighed, and decided that cleaning sounded better than staring at the walls all day. The next few hours were spent cleaning out the fire pit, rubbing the smoke stains off of the walls and ceiling, and straightening out the furs. It was a lot harder than he expected, and by the end, his arms were actually sore. Still, it was as clean as he could make it without any more water. He wasn’t ready yet to face the ‘other’ women of the tribe. From what he had seen of his sisters and their friends, women were catty, gossipy creatures and he had no desire to talk to any of them. And that was besides the fact that he would probably give himself away within five minutes.

It was getting dark when Grael returned, dragging the remains of a small deer behind him. Keil stood wordlessly, dragging on the already ruined dress before joining the hunter in preparing the meat. They worked silently, and it was surprising to Keil how easily they were able to fall into a rhythm. The meal was prepared quickly, simply cutting up some root vegetables and throwing them into the pot over the fire with the meat. It was a basic meal, but the meat and vegetables were fresh, and so it was actually quite good. All it lacked from the meals he was used to was the herbs and spices, and since he had no chance of knowing which would flavour the food and which would poison them, he was more than content with just this. They were silent; Keil not knowing what to say, or even if the hunter would welcome conversation, and the older man not making any attempts to start one.

After the meal, Grael beckoned Keil to follow him, and the hunter showed him where the river was, pointing out which section was used for what. It was uncomfortable with the women standing their staring at him, and whispering amongst themselves. Keil obediently helped fill buckets, and carried one of them back to the hut. He knew he’d have to do this tomorrow without Grael, and dreaded the questions that would come. Maybe he could just pretend to be mute.

“The women normally do this twice a day – once in the morning to clean the clothing and furs, and then again in the evening to bring back water for the meal. It will be easy enough to avoid them.”

Keil looked up at the taller man, but nodded and thanked him. He wasn’t sure if the comment was for his sake, or to keep him from revealing himself, but either way, he was grateful. It shouldn’t take too long to figure out what time was best to get his new ‘work’ done. There wasn’t much chance any of them would be believed if they told someone he was male, but given Grael’s status in the tribe, they may ‘test’ their women’s claims just to ridicule the hunter a bit more. And even if that didn’t happen, as a ‘woman’ of the tribe, they could still find ways to make his life, or at least the small portion of his life outside the hut, hellish. He wanted to enjoy the small amount of time he could get outside.

Once everything was put away and cleaned up, Grael moved to the furs. He looked back at Keil. “Come here boy.” The tone of voice wasn’t cruel, but it also meant business. Uncertainly, Keil obeyed, not knowing what the hunter would want now. In his tribe, after dinner, the warriors and hunters would normally sit around the main fire and trade impossibly exaggerated stories. Keil would join them, sitting with his brother and doing his best not to show his scepticism for the blatant lies they told each other. He and the other boys didn’t really have anything to add, although the others often attempted to try. It was amusing to him when the men would shoot them down; it was the only tiny bit of justice he got for the abuse they gave him all day. So since Grael was most likely not going to join in any tribe bonding – if they even had that here – he wasn’t sure what he wanted, unless he simply wished to sleep.

“Undress and get on the furs.” Keil stared at him with wide eyes. Surely he didn’t want to couple with him again? He was male – sure the hunter had taken him the previous day, but he hadn’t had a choice in the matter.

“Look kid, it’s not ideal, but you are the closest to a female I am going to get. Therefore, I am going to use you as one. I promise that it won’t hurt as much as it did yesterday though. You might even enjoy it.”

“Do...do we have to do this?”

Grael sighed, and nodded. “I told you it wouldn’t be like yesterday, and it won’t, but yes, this is something I am going to insist on. Now come here, and stop acting like I’m going to beat you.”
Not able to meet Grael’s eyes, he pulled the dress over his head. He didn’t normally care about nudity, but knowing Grael’s intent made him feel uncomfortable and vulnerable. Shivering, Keil knelt down on the furs. He closed his eyes, just wanting this unpleasantness over with. ‘Closest to a female’ stung his pride – it had been what he had been so afraid of in his own tribe – not a man, but not a woman either – easy prey for either group. To have to endure the pain from yesterday again, not to mention the shame, even if it wasn’t publicly witnessed this time, was terrifying. Would the hunter expect this every night? The only relief was that had he managed to be penetrated by his peers in his own tribe, he would be fair game to any of them. At least here, it was limited to Grael.

To his surprise though, the other man only pushed a finger into his still sore body, almost gently moving it in and out. It was strange, but not painful like the previous day had been. After a few minutes, a second finger followed and it started to feel uncomfortable. He clenched his teeth, wishing the hunter would just get it over with. Keil moaned and tried to pull away when Grael pushed in another finger, the stretching becoming painful. “Hush boy, it’ll get better soon, I promise.”

He wasn’t sure how that was possible, and was going to say as much when the invading fingers brushed against something that actually did feel good. His moan of pain turned into one of startled pleasure, and the fingers inside him attacked that spot. Keil was embarrassed to feel his body respond to the stimulation, but once the hunter had wrapped his other arm around his waist and started stroking his erection along with that spot inside he ceased to care. He couldn’t even bring himself to notice the whimper that escaped him when the fingers eased out of his body. When the boy felt Grael’s erection press into his ass, he still instinctively tensed up, but the head of the other man’s cock slipped inside with just a small sting of pain.

Grael hissed his own pleasure, and then pushed in to the hilt. “Gods boy, you’re so tight.” The older man paused for a few minutes, as Keil’s body clenched spasmodically against the intrusion. He felt full, and the pleasure he had been feeling had ebbed away, but it was bearable. Finally, his body relaxed as Grael continued to stroke him. It was a surprisingly short time before his erection was back, and even with the other fully lodged inside him, he was feeling pleasure, and he couldn’t help a small moan. That must have been what Grael was waiting for, because after that, he started up a hard, slow rhythm, striking that spot inside regularly.

The pleasure came back full force as Grael continued to fuck him, and his arms, already tired, gave out and he collapsed into the furs. Grael barely paused, and the new angle only made it more intense. Keil truly felt embarrassed and ashamed of himself for reacting as he moaned underneath the older man. He pushed back onto the cock inside him, wanting to feel it deeper. It felt good, and he realized that perhaps he was enjoying this too much. In his current state of arousal however, it didn’t matter, and he felt himself slowly near release. Grael picked up the pace behind him, and it didn’t take too many more thrusts before Keil tipped into orgasm, his seed splattering the rugs beneath him. A few minutes more, and Grael followed him. The boy barely felt the warmth of the other’s release fill him as he fell into an exhausted sleep.
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The following morning, Keil woke up with Grael still wrapped in the furs with him. “Keil, it’s time to get up.” The boy mumbled incoherently and burrowed deeper into the furs. The hunter sighed, and shook the other male out of bed. “Come on now, I need to get out to go hunting. And I thought that any time there’s a chance of someone overhearing us, I should call you by the name Kaela. It’s close to your own, but feminine.”

Keil nodded; it was close, enough so that he would probably be able to learn to respond to it. With a sigh, he stood, wincing at the soreness he felt in his lower back, and flushing as he remembered how it had gotten that way. That wasn’t something he was willing to think about that early in the day however, so he forced himself to ignore the slight pain, and get moving. He dressed; having a slightly easier time of it today. The thought that he would get used to dressing as a female depressed him, but there was no help for it. After dressing, he moved over to the fire, helping Grael make breakfast. They were still silent, but Keil was starting to realize that was just how the hunter was, which suited him fine. The only one he had really ever spoken to in his own tribe was his brother, and everyone else he had gotten used to being silent around, to keep from drawing attention to himself.

After breakfast was finished, Grael left to go hunting, and Keil was left to clean up. Sighing, he figured he might as well clean the rugs while he was down getting water to clean up after the meal. He bundled everything up and made his way to the river.

The whispers started up as soon as he was within sight. He completely ignored them and got started washing the rugs. Of course, as he had never done anything like this before, he was shortly at a loss. It was easy enough to shove them in the water, but then what did he do? Attempting to sneak looks at the women, he noticed they were pulling up flowers and rubbings them against the rugs and clothing before rinsing them back out in the river. Shrugging to himself, he figured he’d follow their lead. Grabbing a clump near him he pulled them out, and started rubbing. The sweet smell that came from the crushed flowers surprised him, and feeling a bit more confident he continued to clean.

It took him a lot longer to wash up than the other women, and they disappeared without a word to him. Hopefully they made ignoring him a habit; he didn’t much feel like talking to any of them. It didn’t much matter to him what they said to each other about him either. Although it might be worth it to figure out what exactly he was supposed to do all day. He supposed though, at this rate, it might well take him all day just to wash out the furs – he kept nearly losing them into the river, and then he was left with not knowing how to get them dry. Finally he decided on draping them over a large rock and hoping the sun would dry them out before he had to go back. They were going to be nearly impossible to carry otherwise.

Once the rugs were done, he moved to the ruined dress he had been given. After giving it some serious washing, most of the stains were out, and he figured he could use it when cleaning Grael’s kills. As much as he’d like to be able to wear men’s clothing while trapped alone in the hut, all it would take would be one of the other tribe members to show up unexpectedly and he’d be found out. That wasn’t worth a few minutes in comfortable clothing. Finishing with that, he filled a bucket with water, and hefting both the bucket and the furs, made his way back to the hut. At least he had developed the arm muscles from helping carry game home and practicing his archery to make the journey a bit easier. A fresh wave of despair came over him thinking that there was a chance he’d never be able to hunt again.

While he cleaned the hut, he gave some thoughts to how to get away. During his exploration the previous day, he hadn’t been able to find any weapons, so he had to assume that Grael took everything with him when he left in the morning. He wasn’t desperate enough to try and get back to his own tribe without any sort of weapons. It was the bow that had saved him last time, but his was lost out wherever he had been taken. So that made it a waiting game; Grael would have to get sloppy at some point and leave a weapon where Keil could get it. He survived two weeks with a cooking knife before; he could do it again if that’s all he could find. In the meantime, he could work on making a bow; it might not be as good as the one he lost, but it would work for the couple of weeks to get home. As soon as he had those two things, he’d head towards the river and then disappear. He could leave in the morning as soon as Grael left; he was confident enough that he could avoid any of the tribe’s hunters, warriors and scouts, now that he was expecting them. If he hadn’t been so tired and desperate two days ago, they would never have gotten that close without him noticing. So long as he kept moving, he would stay several hours ahead of any pursuit. Keil wasn’t sure where his tribe was from here, but he was fairly confident he’d be able to find his way back. The river ran through his village as well – or at least he thought it was the same river. He’d head downstream, and with any luck he’d see landmarks and his tribe’s markings within a week. If not, he’d turn around and follow the river the other way. It had to be the same river – there wasn’t another one that large anywhere near his village and that much water had to go somewhere. Besides, if he went the wrong way that would just throw off Grael even more.
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Grael returned with just a few smaller animals; the meat wasn’t really necessary as they still had a decent portion of the deer from the previous day. Dinner was fairly silent, except that Grael asked, rather grudgingly, how his day went. Keil had just shrugged; after going down to the river, and cleaning the hut, there had still been several hours where he had pretty much nothing to do but think. Granted, he had used that time wisely today, but after today? The hunter had just nodded, and they finished the rest of the meal in silence again. Keil was used to eating in silence, but it was clear the older man was uncomfortable with his presence. He supposed it made sense – while he had been ridiculed in his own tribe his family had – reluctantly for the most part – accepted his presence. Grael had obviously gotten used to living on his own and doing everything himself. Having someone else there, especially someone who didn’t want to be there, and a huge secret, had to be unpleasant for him.

Keil was in much better spirits, however, with his plan to get home firmly in place, and when Grael dragged him off to bed, he did so with a lot less trepidation than the previous night. Keil stripped off – grateful at least to be out of the dress for a short while – and knelt down, although he still couldn’t help the flinch when the older man first touched him. His body was still slightly sore, but the intrusion seemed to be even less painful than the previous night. Grael seemed to want to be very careful with him after the first time, and it was embarrassing that he was almost asking to be fucked by the time he was finished using his fingers.

Once again he found he liked being in the female’s position much more than he should, unable to stop his body’s reaction, and having just as intense of a climax as the previous night, although at least this time he didn’t embarrass himself by passing out as soon as they were done. He had really been hoping the previous night had just been a fluke – pain would be preferable than actually liking to submit. But his body betrayed him, as he had found just as much pleasure in it as he had the previous night. Even the feel of Grael curling up behind him was comforting, which was possibly even scarier than enjoying the sex. Refusing to think too deeply on it, Keil determined it was just that he was adapting in order to survive, and with that thought repeating over and over, fell asleep nestled in the hunter’s arms.