John Baker never thought he'd get lost in the jungle. In fact, of all the places to get lost, the jungle was probably one of the worst; snakes, wildlife, humidity and dehydration were all dangers he had to avoid if he wanted to survive...at least, that was the plan. He had no idea what was going to happen that day.

With a grunt and a swing of his machete, the tall, adult rabbit sliced through vines and branches, forcing his way through and awkwardly fucking under branches too thick to cut through. Sharp wood pricked at his fur and he squeezed through narrow gaps as his paws awkwardly stumbled and manoeuvred over the thick roots of trees below. He was an explorer, that much was certain, but he wasn't a particularly good one; a crew was escorting him around as part of a group, and the intention of coming to the deep jungle was to study some of the fauna, but he ended up getting sidetracked from the group, who moved on without even noticing he wasn't following along behind. It was kind of silly, really; he could have asked them to stop, could have called out when he saw they weren't there...and they could have done the same, too. Yet, here he was, his yellow fur practically glowing in the filtered sun through the treetops ahead, his body hot and scratchy from walking for what felt like hours. He thought he might be getting somewhere, but he couldn't even be entirely sure. At some point, he knew he'd have to stop and rest, but...just a moment longer.

A rustle to his right startled him. He had been in the jungle long enough to understand what kind of rustle was the wind-- frankly a lack thereof, most of the time-- and what was a boar, or worse. The sound of those leaves moving around definitely told him something was there, and just the thought put him on end. He straightened upright, putting his machete in front of him, and kept his eyes transfixed to the bush in front of him, gripping tightly to the handle of his blade. Panic and fear spread through his features, but when he caught a glimpse of what looked like grey fur, he paused. There were no wolves in the jungle, not that he was aware of...and nothing that should have grey fur. Curiosity started to outweigh the fear, and he began to lower his machete, sticking it outwards and snaking it through the leaves and vines. With a tug to the side, he separated the foliage enough to get a good look at the creature before him.

What stood before him was most certainly bipedal, and not exactly completely unlike anything he'd seen before, either-- the creature, or it would be more prudent to say the person, was small and looked rather young, perhaps 10 or 11 years of age given his shorter stature and rounded, boyish face. He was mostly grey all over, save for some of his front, and given his outfit-- a loincloth, and nothing more-- John quickly surmised that he might be a boy from a nearby tribe...one that they had never even heard of before. This was an unprecedented discovery, and the mere thought immediately had John dropping his machete, not wanting to intimidate or frighten the boy before him. The grey-furred cub, most distinctly a wolf, looked up at him with wide and curious eyes, his snout wrinkling a little as he examined him, a dark mixture of black and purple paint forming likely ceremonial markings across his face, chest and down to his limbs.

"Who you?" The boy said it with a pointedness that, were he any older, any more muscular, John would have been intimidated by...but that moment, he was intrigued; the cub could speak some English, which spoke of an outside influence...or of an ancestry deeply rooted in the states or somewhere English-oriented.

"I'm...I'm John," The rabbit straightened up and pointed his hands inwards, his palms aimed upwards as he pressed his fingers to the fabric of his button-up shirt, beige in colour. "John."

The cub tilted his head to the side and watched him for a moment, and John took the opportunity to stow away his machete, sliding it back into its sheath by his side; most of them didn't have one, but the group had insisted it for him for 'his safety'. The boy looked between the man's machete and his body, before making a gesture towards him.

"John." He said bluntly, and the rabbit beamed.

"Yes, yes! That's it. I'm John, you are..." He gestured back to the boy, who mimicked his movements, gesturing back to himself.

"Yatalo." He pronounced the word cleanly and clearly. It wasn't like any word that John had heard before, and given the context, he was sure that was the boy's name. A smile spread across his face at the introduction and he made a gesture back to the cub, repeating his name. The boy, Yatalo, beamed at his word being parroted back to him before he pointed down to John's clothes, then to his feet and back up again.

"Tall." He remarked in a roundabout way, which made John frown; what was he trying to say? The wolf cub sensed he didn't understand and made another gesture, from John's feet to his head and then to himself, flattening his hand out and aiming between his ears outwards, towards John's stomach area. The rabbit understood quickly what he was getting at; he was remarking about the difference in their height, but...why?

"...Yes, I'm tall?" John inferred it more like a question but only became more confused as the boy nodded. "It's because I'm an adult and I'm grown up. You'll be grown up too, eventually."

The boy paused, looking up at him, and John was sure he could practically see the gears turning in the cub's head. After a moment, the goy's eyes widen as he comes to understand the word.

"Adult! Rulha! You rulha!" He exclaimed, bouncing around on the spot for a moment before he turned back to the rabbit-- frankly, John was stunned by his sudden burst of energy. Before he could even open his mouth to ask why the boy was so excited, the grey wolf cub stepped through the gap of foliage between them and got uncomfortably close, his loincloth jiggling with each movement. He put his hands on John's front, little clawed hands raking across his button-up shirt.

"No rulha in village. Only keelni." He explained, and through context clues, John had to assume that a 'rulha' was some sort of adult...so a 'keelni' must be a child, like the cub before him. His words, however, only confused John even more. Why didn't they have any adults in their village? How many of them were there, even? Before he could get the answers to those questions, however, those young hands began to move. They snaked down his body, across his stomach, until they reached the belt slung around his waist. He thought they might stop there, but they continued moving down until those tiny hands groped around the area where John's cock was, hidden beneath his clothing.

"What are you--" John began and awkwardly sucked in a breath when he felt Yatalo's fingers flex and feel around the not-so-prominent bulge of his package, tracing the outline of it before he became to grope with renewed vigour, cupping and cradling it with his hands. John's package was decently sized, perhaps above average, but it looked large in the boy's hands. The rabbit's mind reeled; why was he doing this?

"In village, no rulha," The boy continued, his eyes transfixed on the package, his fingers searching and yearning. "But keelni. There never rulha...keelni cannot become rulha. Criksha. Chieftain say rulha will save us, cleanse Criksha. We wait, many year...now, rulha come. You have bunga? Big bunga? Vikliha say rulha have tall bunga, tall bunga cleanse criksha."

"I don't..." John couldn't understand what he was saying. What the hell is a 'bunga'? A 'criksha'? So many questions were left unanswered as the boy continued to grope his package, and despite John's lack of sexual interest in the cub, his body still reacted to the touch, his cock pumping with blood and slowly stiffening under the assault of those small digits.

"Bunga," The boy continued, looking up at John briefly before down at his rabbit package. "This bunga. Big bunga."

"Bunga...oh." John understood, but that made his words make even less sense. Their chieftain was looking for an adult with a big...cock? He wanted to know and understand more, but the cub before him had other ideas. His hands moved up from the man's bulge to the waistline of his pants again, and his hands tugged at his belt, surprisingly getting it undone. John should have stopped him, but he was momentarily stunned and speechless as the cub pulled at the sides of the yellow rabbit's shorts now that his belt was loose, and in one swift pull those pants came down. Somehow, the underwear snagged along with them, forcing the rabbit's cock to be revealed.

Shame washed over John's features as his dick sprung from within the confines of his underwear, swinging upwards when finally free and almost hitting the boy in the fast. His humanoid-shaped erection, already at half-mast, suddenly swelled and twitched to a stiff, full erection from the situation, and John couldn't help but feel guilty...perhaps even violated. Vatalo, however, let out a squeal of delight and bounced around on the spit with excitement at the sight of his cock, his eyes wide and fixed on that 9-inch member.

"Your bunga...big..." The boy said it almost breathlessly, captivated by the sight of his member, and almost immediately thereafter his comment he brought his young muzzle forwards, planting lips to cock. John sucked in another breath and scrunched up his face, straining with a mixture of delight, pleasure and guilt as the boy's muzzle ran from the base of his twitching yellow member all the way up to the reddish-pink head, peppering it with little kisses. He explored every inch of it at first, wanting to fully take in the sight of it all, before Yatalo stuck out his tongue and started to lick, slathering and lapping at the man's cock-- he started at the underside at first, pressing the warmth of his little wet appendage to the underside of the larger member before he dragged it upwards towards the frenulum and finally to the tip, his tongue delved around the foreskin as his small hands worked to slowly pull it back. It wasn't that he expertly knew his way around the man's cock already, but more that he was following what seemed like an appropriate course; those touches were clumsy, the grip not that firm, and the way his tongue wormed around was more like his head was guiding it rather than it flicking dexterously and reaching all the right places.

"Wait, stop--" John began, his head heavy with pleasure, his body tingling with desire. He didn't know if he truly wanted this, and unease came over him as he stepped back, trying to pull himself out of the cub's grip. His inexperience in the jungle became obvious, however, when his heel immediately met with a thick root and he tumbled backwards, landing on his ass on the jungle floor. The wind was briefly taken out of him for barely a handful of seconds, but that didn't stop his cock from standing to attention, almost yearning for the tribal boy's touch. Yatalo didn't seem to hesitate when John stumbled and he quickly jumped forward, squatting down on his heels and moving to his knees in front of the man, who instinctively parted his legs, unsure what else to do.

The man sucked in another breath, shuddering as the cub suddenly brought his lips to the adult's cock, pressing his muzzle around the head of his member. A boyish groan escaped those underage lips and John couldn't help but groan in response; he couldn't deny the delight of that pleasure, the heat and desire that rushed through his body, but with it came unease, shame, and anxiety about being caught...were any of his crew to find him, this would be a compromising position. He watched with a mixture of horror and growing pleasure as the cub's muzzle delved lower, taking more of his cock into its young mouth, his tongue clumsily rolling around in ways that told not of a lack of experience, but of growing mastery. John closed his eyes and trembled from a mixture of anticipation and heat, and those sensations heightened as he felt that cub going lower and lower.

Vatalo was trying his best, and it showed. His mouth eagerly bobbed, plunged and withdrew, coating every inch of that cock with as much spit as possible. With each delve of his mouth, he took more and more, sinking inch after inch into his young muzzle, trying to take as much as he could each time. John could hear the quietly gagging sounds of the 11-year-old-ish boy-- at least, he assumed that was his age-- as he tried to take more than his throat and mouth would allow, but he was a surprisingly good sport about it, giving it his all. John, for a moment, relishes the sensations with his eyes closed before he swung his head back forward to watch, his eyes lidded over as he saw that cub bow down to take almost all of his cock. He could feel that tight warmth, the squeezing of his young throat; it was like nothing he'd ever felt before. He wasn't into boys his age, and had never even thought of it...but at that moment, he started to ease more into the idea. He knew it was wrong, and yet...he wanted more.

His pleasure began to rise quickly, as did his yearning to touch the boy, to feel that smooth fur and flesh under his own fingers, but with Yatalo so eagerly bent over to blow him, he could do nothing but watch, fingers curling against the dirt of the floor as the boy pushed down, deeper and deeper, until his muzzle touched with the man's pelvis, his wet nose brushing against the hem of that button-up shirt. The warm feeling of that throat and mouth encapsulating the entirety of his member had John's head feeling heavy and dizzy with pleasure, enough to make his cock throb and twitch, oozing pre-cum directly down into that boy's stomach.

"O-Oh..." The tension in his loins stiffened and unbearably swelled as the wolf pup slid back, his throat spasming briefly as he grunted and tugged, pulling all the way until the head of the rabbit's member smeared once more against the roof of his mouth, stimulating the adult in surprising ways. The rabbit clenched every muscle and trembled in his seat, his mind in shambles and his heart pounding with desperate desire as Yatalo took in deep, gulping breaths, recouping what breath he'd lost taking it all. He barely held there for a few moments before pushing down again, grunting with the exertion of taking it once more. The adult rabbit couldn't help but hiss through his teeth, closing his eyes again. His groans became heavier, deeper, more fervent...and he couldn't last much more.

A sharp exhale escaped shortly thereafter his quickening breaths, and he gasped, arching his back a little before letting out a sharp cry of delight. His member throbbed in that young muzzle and it took everything in him not to raise his hand up and tug the cub down onto his member as he finally orgasmed, shooting a thick rope of seed down his throat, followed by another, and then another. The grunts of pleasure that came from him were reciprocated by the boy, who whimpered and let out little noises of happiness from around that pulsing length as he swallowed every last drop, his throat readily gulping, swallowing and taking what he could, surprisingly able to handle it all despite how heavy John was climaxing.

His orgasm faded relatively quickly, though only after another few moments of vivid spurting and twitching...yet despite his climax, despite the beginnings of his refractory period in which he needed a moment to just rest, his cock stayed firmly hard, throbbing eagerly within that cub's muzzle. Was it because he was so incredibly turned on, or was it because he just hadn't jerked off in so long? Come to think of it, it must have been at least a couple of months...the prep before the journey to the jungle had been especially taxing and had taken far too long.

Swinging his head forwards again, John opened his eyes and huffed through his nose, briefly enamoured by the sight of his dick half-buried in that pursed, fuzzy muzzle. Yatalo looked up at him with his bright green eyes and slowly slid back, grunting briefly as he popped his lips from around that member, sticky with spit and glistening in the humid air. Somehow, John wanted more...and it seemed that Yatalo had the same idea. The boy's face lit up at the sight of still stiff, huge adult cock, and he straightened up, tail wagging furiously with a mixture of delight and anticipation.

"We continue rulha ritual? Yes?" He asked, but didn't wait for the answer. He raised up onto his knees and reached down, plucking at the loincloth that clung loosely around his hips, held by just a little strip of woven cord, made from the leaves and twigs of the jungle. John's gaze snapped down and his eyes widen as the wolf pup reaches around to the side, where the cord seems to twist into a little knot, keeping it upright-- one little tug and fidget of those young fingers is all it takes for it to come loose, and rather unceremoniously, without any sort of teasing on the 11-year-old's part, the loincloth falls away to reveal his little dick beneath, a half-hard, steadily growing humanoid member with a grey-ish colour and a pinkish head, hidden beneath a tiny foreskin. John had never seen something so erotic in his life; the sight of that underage cock, the thought of that lay on the other side, if the boy were to turn around. He was so drawn to the sight that he even raised his hand and dared to reach out, eager to touch it...but unlike John, the boy wasn't paying attention so much to the rabbit's movements. Without so much as a blink, he suddenly turned, twisting his knees in the dirt until his ass was in plain view, just the very thing John wanted to see.

"Woah, hold up..." The rabbit mumbled, his eyes gawking at the sight. Yatalo had a particularly plump ass, more rounded and ample than anything that should match his age. With each subtle movement it jiggled and bounced, and John was unable to stop himself from reaching up to clasp it between his yellow fingers, squeezing and massaging the malleable flesh. It wasn't exactly doughy, but it was more pronounced, more voluminous than a usual behind, especially for a young pup lacking any other specific muscle definition. As his hand squeezed and explored, the boy lowered his ass down, squatting awkwardly as he bent over and moved a hand in between his legs, delving beneath his stiff little prick until his fingers found purchase on the rabbit's twitching, wet cock. His cheeks hovered mere inches above, tempting John with the sight before the boy eventually dropped his hips lower and his ass wedged itself perfectly atop the throbbing prick, the head of the adult's member slipping in between those soft cheeks and up towards the hole. It met its mark surprisingly easily and the rabbit groaned, both hands moving to the boy's hips, where his digits squeezed and held onto the lithe curves of his boyish frame as that body sunk lower, John's cock spearing that young hole and sinking inside.

"Oooh, yes, rulha..." The boy murmured, apparently enjoying himself, and in turn John groaned in response. He pushed up against those hips, finding himself getting into it. The feeling of those inner walls around his cock was tight and wonderful, piercing through whatever little morals John had in life and driving him crazy with pleasure as that behind sunk lower and lower, carefully taking every inch of his sizeable cock. The sight of it, from John's perspective, was both arousing and concerning; the boy's ass, despite being so delightfully soft and plump, was still marginally smaller than the rabbit's body and cock by extension, and a hiss escaped John as he saw the cub take more of his dick, until he'd practically swallowed up the entire thing without stopping even once to adjust. When those soft cheeks met with John's pelvis, Yatalo visibly sagged and panted, his tail wagging fervently left and right, threatening to bat John in the face...yet, he seemed happy, content even.

"Y...Yatalo, your ass..." John began with a murmur. "Uh, how do you say it in your language?"

"Buhta." Yatalo responded breathlessly, and John had to suppress a grin; it sounded so much like English that he had the wonder if the cub was making it up.

"Well, your buhta," He continued, trying to mimic the accent a little, as if it helped the inflection of the word. "It's so tight, so incredible..."

"What...incredibible?" His pronunciation was way off, and he didn't repeat the word entirely accurately, but an attempt was made and John understood what he was asking.

"It's good," The rabbit explained, rolling his hips up against that behind, fingers clenching to spread the cheeks, delighting in the sensation. "R-Really good."

"Good..." The boy imitated him, but John couldn't be certain if he entirely understood. He planned to explain further, but without warning the boy lifted himself up again, grunting with the exertion as he withdrew from the man's cock, sliding up about halfway and greeting John to the sight of his own slick cock, covered in pre-cum and spit, before the boy abruptly slid down again, letting out a high-pitched gasp as he pressed all the way down, meeting John's pelvis again. They moaned in unison, vocalising their pleasure, before Yatalo rose again...he was really doing it. John hadn't expected him to do much more, and would have been happy to take the lead, but the tribal boy was riding his cock of his own volition.

Yatalo's movements were anything but easy; each lift of his hips and drop of his ass took effort, and John could see that in the way the cub grunted with the strength he put into lifting his hips up. If he was feeling any sort of discomfort, then he was remarkably good at hiding it; with each rise of his hips, those straining grunts were coupled with boyish groans and quiet panting, accentuated by little whimpers and the wagging of his tail-- he was enjoying himself, that much was clear. Frankly, John was as well; he wasn't really doing any of the work himself, and the sheer tightness of that hole was massaging every aching inch of his invading cock, stimulating his member unbearably. He had only cum a handful of minutes ago and his member was still a bit sensitive, but he didn't want to stop. Another moan escaped him as he slowly kneaded up, pressing against that ass, relishing the sensation of those cheeks gripping firmly around his length.

"Ooh, that's it, I'm..." John couldn't even finish his sentence, but he knew he was getting close already. With each rise and fall of the boy's young body, with each massaging slide of that hole around his cock, he felt himself grow nearer to his second orgasm. He couldn't help but to push up to meet Yatalo's grey-furred ass every time he began his downward motions, and the light slapping sounds of their bodies meeting were like music to the rabbit's big ears. Those noises were intermingled with the slick, wet sounds of his fluid-coated cock sliding back and forth, joined by their breathy groans and panting breaths of sex, whilst all around them they heard the chitter of wildlife and the rustling of trees and foliage. At that moment it was just the two of them, dizzy with pleasure, performing some kind of 'ritual', according to Yatalo, and John wanted nothing more than to bust inside him, to unload his balls that were so desperately pent-up, so eager to flood the boy's insides that his body could barely stand to keep still for more than a moment, spurred by the inexorable lust that coursed through every limb and made his skin tingle and smart with a mixture of frustration and intense arousal.

His moans of pleasure began deeper, heavier, perhaps even sharper, before they lapsed into half-grunts, half-sighs of passion as his hips pumped up against that young ass, his gaze fixed to every jiggle and bounce of that above-average, rounded behind, his ears twisting subtly to the happy whimpers of the tribal boy, his hole stretched and slick with pre-seed. The tension in John's loins built up faster than he was expecting and caused his thrusts to become irregular, briefly interrupting the rhythm they had fallen into for the past couple of minutes before they picked it back up again, this time moving faster-- whether Yatalo was actually following the flow of his moans or simply reacting to his sped-up thrusts, John couldn't be certain; all that he knew was that he was going to bust, at any moment. A sudden shudder rolled through him to signify his point of no return and with a grunt he grasped the cub's ass, tugging him down and pumping up against his plump cheeks as his hands stretched and kneaded the malleable flesh of his ass and hips. The cub's fingers and toes dug into the dirt in his bent-over position and his innards flexed and spasmed periodically, milking every invading inch of that cock in a hungry frenzy until, with a climactic sigh, John thrust and orgasmed into him.

Vivid and heavy spurts shot right up into the boy's hole, splattering through his insides yet somehow not oozing out all that much, even as each pump and spurt filled the 11-year-old up more and more. The cub's stomach swelled a little with the sheer amount of cum and the protrusion of all of his cock in that young behind, and with each vivid throb of his cock, more and more shot deep into the boy's behind. The boy shuddered and shivered, huffing and sucking in breaths of delight as his innards clamped down and took it all. With a quiet sigh, John sagged forwards and put his arms around the boy for a moment, enjoying his warmth, his hammering heart, his panting breaths...for a moment to cast his gaze forwards, and his gaze flicked down at his caught sight of off-white fluids in the foliage before them; amidst their sex, the 11-year-old had cum, too...though not nearly as much.

"We must..." The boy began with a groan. "Go to chief. Velnu to chief, tell him rulha come..."

"Your home?" John surmised, and the boy nodded, looking rather tired. With a groan the boy tried to raise himself up, and the rabbit helped to lift him, watching the boy struggle before, with a sickening and wet pop, he managed to ease himself off the man's amply-sized cock. For a moment Yatalo sagged forwards, moving onto his hands and knees and hanging his head-- John could see he was struggling for a moment from the way his legs wobbled, despite their security on the ground. Like a newborn faun he slowly eased himself up, straightening onto his knees before lifting a leg, pushing himself into a position to stand.

"Come." He sounded breathless, but determined, and at his request John pulled himself to his feet, taking care to yank up his pants and cover himself up as well. As he pulled his shorts up and buttoned them, Yatalo searched for and claimed his loincloth, already taking the lead as he absently worked to dress himself, fingers working at the hips. John didn't know how much longer he'd have to walk, but after getting milked dry twice in a row, he really needed the break, and some water. Luckily for him, the village wasn't that far at all; within around 20 minutes, they were there.

John wasn't sure what he'd been expecting; grand temple-like structures, perhaps? Or maybe even a sprawling mini-utopia of huts and stone? Whatever he had been expecting, it didn't particularly exceed any of those expectations, nor was it particularly glorious-- in fact, it was simply just huts, but not a sea of them. The tribe must be home to maybe 40 or 50 of them...if he had to guess, anyway. As he entered what looked like the centre of the village, where most of the huts seemed to encircle one large, smouldering ash pile in the middle, more and more boys started to appear. They were all wolves, like Yatalo, but bore an array of natural fur colours ranging from brown to grey and even black and white. They were all uniquely different in their own way yet all belonged to the same tribe, which was...surprising, to say the least-- John was so used to all sorts of different species living together.

He wanted to ask about their tribe, perhaps even learn more about their culture, but before he could speak, the hut before him slowly opened, revealing even more of them...though it'd be more specific to say 3. Between two twinkish, athletic boys was a distinctly wiser-looking one, with rich brown fur that was somehow more vibrant than the other wolves with similar coats. Woven cord was wrapped around his legs and shins, forming sandals around his paws. A loincloth covered whatever he had swinging between his legs and his wrists adorned bright gold bangles-- John had to wonder if they were solid gold or just plated...but the more he thought about it, the more the latter was unlikely. It wasn't the only gold thing on him either; he had a collar, too, that was made of the same shiny material. Given his outfit and the way he seemed to hold himself as he walked, he must be the leader; no other boy looked as unique and held as much authority.

"Yatalo, who this?" Their leader questioned the one standing next to John almost immediately, and the grey wolf looked surprisingly nervous, but swallowed his anxiety.

"He...he rulha? Rulha! The one in legend, with the big bunga!" Yatalo sounded unsure for a moment, then tried to be more confident in his answer. At his words, a murmuring ripped through the crowd of cubs, and John briefly turned to look around, scanning their faces. Even if they couldn't articulate themselves as well as John, their expressions made their thoughts clear-- at best, they were sceptical, but the rabbit was pretty sure it was more to do with this 'Criksha' that the boy spoke of, as opposed to his own reputation.

"Rulha," The leader half-scoffed, half-grunted, his face remarkably sour for such a young boy. "How can you say this is rulha?"

Yatalo puffed out his chest and, without even a lick of warning, he turned to John, grabbing his pants. They weren't nearly as snug around his hips as the rabbit hoped, and he didn't have time to stop the boy from yanking down his shorts-- though perhaps it was more prudent to suggest that he liked the idea of showing himself off in front of so many young boys. Those shorts came down easily and he bowed his legs out a little to stop them from reaching the floor, and the underwear had come with them, thanks to the 11-year-old's firm grip. 

John's cock, or rather bunga, was revealed to the entire tribe; even in its flaccid state it was an impressive size, but it rapidly grew before their eyes as John's arousal stirred, turned on by the thought of them all staring at his dick. His mind briefly cast itself back to what had happened barely 30 minutes or so prior. The elder of the tribe looked down towards John's cock, watching with a peculiar, stifling silence as the rabbit grew harder and harder, and the murmuring around them became more pronounced and loud as John reached an inevitable half-mast, nearing full mast. The size of his cock was now obvious, and if they didn't think it was big, well...it was their loss, John smugly thought. Around him, John could hear their words; a lot of 'bunga' was being said, and their tone was amazed, perhaps even excited. If they had been speculating before, they certainly weren't once his dick was revealed.

"Silence." The tribal leader's voice boomed with authority, and the boys around them quietened down to a whisper. In the eerie quiet, the elder cub scrutinised the sight of the yellow rabbit, taking in his features, looking him up and down...his gaze lingered on John's crotch for perhaps a little too long before he snapped his eyes back up, looking the adult rabbit square in the face.

"You. Yatalo. Come." It sounded like he was just as sceptical as when John first arrived. Getting on their good side seemed like a good idea, so John didn't hesitate to follow behind the cub as he turned, walking back towards the tent. A quick wave of the pup's hand had his two guards withdrawing to the sides to keep out of their way, and John scrabbled to tug his shorts up as he put one foot in front of the other, moving into position behind Yatalo. He ducked to enter the tent in front of him, and the flap of woven leaves and branches that served as a flexible door moved into the space behind him, giving them some privacy.

The interior of the hut was quiet and murky, lit only by the strips of illumination from around the sides of the door frame. Across the room sat a throne made of a mixture of wood and bone, and beside it lay a collection of furs that must serve as some kind of bed, rudimentary as it was. John guessed it must be the elder's bed, for the other bits and pieces around the room-- crudely created tables and chairs, mostly-- all bore the mark of the chieftain's touch in one way or another, and various skulls, reagents and other knick-knacks decorated the surfaces. John's cast moved towards the other side of the small hut, where he watched as the chieftain pup pulled at his loincloth, loosening it from around his person whilst his back faced the man; Yatalo did much of the same shortly thereafter, dropping it to the side.

"Rulha," The chieftain seemed fairly certain that he was an adult now, but there was a peculiarity to his tone, as if he was cold. "Remove foreign linhit."

Linhit...a peculiar word, but from the way he'd already taken off his loincloth, John guessed it meant his clothes-- after all, why else would he have been ushered into a private space, considering how Yatalo had treated him when they first met? He slowly plucked at his shirt and pants, but he was a little apprehensive...though it'd be better to say irked.

"Normally," John began, his shirt parting in the middle as he undid the last of the buttons. "It's customary amongst my people to introduce themselves by name. Yatalo has already told me his, and I've told him mine: John. Can I get yours?"

For a moment the chieftain didn't respond, and in that quiet John continued to undress, carefully watching as the cub, who was maybe a year or so older than Yatalo, slowly turned to face him. To the rabbit's surprise, the boy bore something of a coy smile, before he stepped backwards and dropped himself into the wooden throne within the hut.

"Meteha..." He introduced himself. "But chieftain is what Yatalo, and others, name me."

"Very well...chieftain." John respected that he needed to be referred by title, but he at least felt a little better knowing what the boy was called; putting a face to a name helped to ease some of that apprehensive anxiety that stewed within him, just because he was in a new place around new people. He watched with a growing smugness as the boy's eyes fell upon him when he dropped his shorts, and with a grunt he kicked them to the side, where they collected in a heap around the edge of the hut in the dirt. He slipped out of his shirt and let it join the pants, his nakedness revealed in all its glory. He couldn't help but get a little hard; the eyes on him helped with that, but it was mostly in part due to the growing eagerness he felt bubbling up within him, his mind racing with what they might want from him.

"If you are rulha of legend," The chief continued, leaning back on his throne, propping up a chin with a closed fist, elbow meeting the throne's armrest. "It require time. Criksha...it will not go easy. We need confirm the criksha."

"So...you want me to stick around for a while? I don't mind staying--" John began with a goofy grin; it sounded kind of fun, and he didn't have much waiting for him back home.

"But," The chieftain cut him off, continuing. "If you want stay, you must show...respect. Pledge of loyalty. Yulhu."

"Respect...?" The adult hesitated, though his mind stirred with lewd imaginings of what that might entail. To his surprise, Meteha shifted and tilted his head, his gaze flicking from John's face to his crotch and even lower, where he swung his ankle and twisted his paw. John put two and two together, though with the chieftain not being particularly forthcoming, he had to mostly guess what the pup wanted. Slowly, he stepped forward and approached the throne as Yatalo moved to the side, standing by the throne to watch them. The rabbit got onto his knees and, with a glance at the brown-furred wolf, he reached forward to gently take the cub's right ankle in his hand.

With slow and gentle hands, John worked to loosen the strap of the sandal up near the boy's calf, fidgeting around until he found a little knot that kept it all nicely bound together. With a little effort he loosened it, enough to have the traps that clung to the chieftain's ankles sag and droop-- after that, all it took was a light pull and a shift of John's hands to have the sandal slip from the boy's paw, revealing the sole beneath. His paws were like any other he'd seen; plantigrade, with a distinctive heel and ankle, 4 curling toes and the darkish pink pads beneath. He flexed each digit of his paw in a way that was both teasing but also fairly candid, like he was stretching himself out from being confined into the sandal, but it ultimately didn't matter. At the chieftain's request, his hands slid down, cupping his ankle before lifting it upwards, bringing his muzzle down. He kept his gaze up to the chieftain's face as his lips met with the top of the cub's paw, and he watched a smile spread across the 12-year-old's face as he planted a deep, respectful kiss to his fur.

A silence fell over them as the man did his best to show 'respect', and it seemed that his efforts were bearing fruit; with each kiss and peppering touch to the top of the boy's paw, the chieftain flexed his toes, looking down at him and watching with a lidded gaze as Yatalo stood nearby, hands dutifully by his sides. John could feel the tension of muscles under his muzzle with each tender kiss, and he presumed by the way the boy simply watched that he wanted more; slowly, he twisted his head to the side, moving his hands down towards the bottom of the paw and pushing with his thumbs, encouraging the boy to bend his knee and lift his leg up so that John could get better access to the pads beneath. A sigh escaped the boy that seemed to indicate he enjoyed the touch, but it was the way he gasped when John brought his muzzle to the underside of his paw that the rabbit was truly interested in. On instinct, the pup's toes curled, pressing around the adult's short yet wide muzzle from all sides, more or less. The rabbit's nose pressed up right between the crease of his toes and the main pawpad, and thanks to the chieftain's clenching it was held there for just a moment longer, before he dragged his mouth down.

A sigh escaped him, quiet and laboured with arousal as he slowly kissed against the fluff and fur of the boy's sole, beneath his pawpad closer to his ankle. He trailed his muzzle all the way to the heel, peppering kisses along the way, before he slid his mouth back up and stuck out his tongue to deliberately smear it up along to the pawpad, slathering it with spittle and nuzzling his nose against the soft flesh. The wolf pup hummed his approval, and the sound of his enjoyment made John's cock spring to attention; it was already achingly hard, but just hearing those quiet groans, feeling the sensations of that paw trembling and tensing against his touch and tongue made him more and more aroused. As he made sure to pay close attention to the paw snugly pressed to his face, one of his hands moved over to the other leg, reaching for and fumbling to find the knot that kept the other sandal upright; after a few moments he found it, and much like the first, the sandal came undone.

John dutifully turned his attention to the other paw whilst his kept firmly kept its grip on the first, and Meteha squirmed ever so slightly, breathing a sigh of mixed relief and delight as his paws flexed against the rabbit's roaming thumb. John pressed his tongue to the other pawpad and groaned, enjoying the warmth, the quivering heat, his ears twisting to the quiet groans-- it was erotic and exhilarating, to be beholden to such a young chieftain, to have to please them so intimately...and he had a feeling he'd be doing much more than 'showing respect'; something about the way the cub was making him do this gave him that impression. As if on cue, the 12-year-old started to slowly ease one of his paws back, soon followed by the other. John raised his head, watching as the cub shifted forward in his seat which coaxed the rabbit into moving back, giving him the space.

There were no words of encouragement, no confirmation that John had done a good job; instead, all Meteha did was reach down, cupping his hand to John's chin and pulling slightly, getting him to rise from his knelt position and reveal his cock more to the 12-year-old, who delighted in the sight of it. As John rose the cub lowered, though he didn't have to bend down that far to get close to the member, and within moments his muzzle met with the stiff, twitching cock, causing the rabbit to sigh with relief as pleasure shot from his crotch up his spine, making his fur bristle and his skin tingle. He leaned over slightly, putting a hand on the back of the boy's head as he felt Meteha's hands wrap firmly around the length of his cock, tongue rolling around the tip to scoop up and taste the pre-cum that had already been readily oozing from the end, eager for his touch. The chieftain hummed amidst his licking, his tail wagging furiously...in a lot of ways, he was not unlike Yatalo, who had been just as passionate to taste that cock for himself; speaking of the boy, the slightly younger grey-furred pup stood nearby, cock sprung to attention and cheeks flushed at the sight-- it was clear he wanted to join in, for but a handful of moments longer he abstained, perhaps out of respect for his chief.

John groaned quietly under his breath and shivered as he felt that young, brown-furred muzzle glide past the head of his cock and delve down, sinking the member into his mouth and letting it rub against the roof of it, his young hands slipping down to hold the base as he pushed further and further. It was hard to tell if he was doing it for his own benefit or if he was testing John in some way, but if Meteha's plan was to get him to bust fast, it was working; the rabbit's breathing picked up rapidly and he gritted his teeth, huffing sharp, pleasured breaths through his teeth as his hands cupped the cub's face and one curled up between his ears, digits tensing against the fur and flesh. He could feel the boy's tongue swirling around, smearing and rolling in all manner of ways, trying desperately to taste every inch despite the girth keeping his tongue locked to the underside. Spittle pooled around the man's invading cock and with a grunt the boy pulled back, letting the head glide across the top of his mouth and snag, albeit briefly, against his teeth before he withdrew completely. He tilted his muzzle to the side, closing his eyes and gently directing his tongue and nose along the side of the member as one hand slid up to grip around the side, angling and holding it in place as he delved his mouth down. He dropped little licks and kisses along the length all the way to the base, before dragging himself quickly, almost eagerly, back up the cock towards the tip once more. John could tell he was significantly more experienced than Yatalo; he knew how to pleasure him, where to lick in all the right places...if the rabbit did a good job of impressing him with his big 'bunga', he had no doubt Meteha would make an incredible long-term lover.

It wasn't until he felt hands on his fluffy behind that the adult noticed Yatalo had moved, walking around the throne to get into position behind the man. Those little hands squeezed the flesh of his behind for a few moments, a sensation John wasn't entirely comfortable with, before the cub's thumbs unceremoniously jammed between his cheeks, squeezing and spreading him apart. The rabbit sucked in a breath and tensed, straightening himself up before he felt fur brush against his own flesh, followed by the hot panting of breath against his exposed, adult hole. He had no idea what Yatalo was planning to do, but a moan of surprise ripped through him when he felt the wet, heated warmth of a tongue against his pucker. He'd taken things before, been with a handful of different men, but he never expected such a young boy to eat out his ass. Pleasure racked his body as he was assaulted from both sides, one stimulating the sensitive flesh of his behind and roughly spreading his cheeks as the other plunged down on his cock, taking more and more of it over time. It was all too much.

Delightful bliss rushed up through John's body rapidly, to the point where he couldn't stop it. His knees wobbled, but not with exertion, but with the sheer pleasure that spasmed and sparked across his crotch. His cock throbbed powerfully in that young muzzle and his behind squeezed and clenched against that lapping tongue before he pushed forwards, unable to himself from thrusting into Meteha's mouth. The chieftain grunted in a mixture of disapproval and surprise, but he didn't withdraw; in fact, he seemed encouraged to push deeper. He took more of it until his nose bumped to the rabbit's pelvis, and it took every ounce of the adult's restraint not to eagerly hold him there and force him to take it all. He sighed with bliss and slid back, withdrawing from the cub's muzzle before he plunged forward, his balls swinging until they met with that soft chin. His pleasure spiked, making his entire body tremble, and it was at that moment he realised it; he was about to cum. He had been so enraptured with the feeling of it that he hadn't even felt he was close.

"O-Ooh...!" He gasped, pressing forwards as his cock pushed and slid down into the cub's throat, nudging and pressing as the mass in his loins grew and grew until, with a long and final sigh, he orgasmed again-- for the third time that day, he bust into a cub, shooting down into Meteha's throat with vivid, ample spurts. Rope after rope of oozing seed splattered down into his stomach, and the boy reached up to cradle the man's hips, huffing as best he could against that plunging cock, trying to take breaths but not quite able to. John held him there for a moment as his asshole flexed against Yatalo's roaming tongue, squeezing and clenching in time with his cocks throbbing convulsions. Despite his eagerness to ride out his climax, however, he was at least thoughtful, something that potentially discerned him from cubs their age; he slowly pulled back, realising he might be blocking off the chieftain's airway too much. His member yanked and slid from that warm little muzzle, popping from between Meteha's lips and hanging half-limp in the air, slick with spit and cum.

The chieftain was left panting, but from his own erect little cock and his lidded gaze, he wasn't even close to done. The cub wiped his mouth, turning in his knelt position back towards his throne and reaching up to plant his hands on either side, squeezing his fingers to the armrests. With a grunt of exertion, he pulled himself up, but didn't actually turn and flop back into his seat; to John's surprise, the cub heaved himself up enough for his knees to meet the base of his seat, and he leant over, resting his arms against the top. He swung his head to the side and smirked over towards the rabbit as Yatalo, at the same time, scooted backwards and withdrew from that puckering adult hole.

"Come." Meteha was weirdly dominant and demanding, but John actually rather liked it. With a lick of his lips, the boy reached back with a hand to grasp the plumpness of his remarkably soft, larger-than-average behind; like Yatalo, he was round and inviting, but there was something significantly hotter about the village chief offering himself up so eagerly. John didn't need to be told twice, for he stepped forwards, leaving Yatalo to linger and watch behind him as the yellow rabbit stepped towards his chieftain, body hovering before that plump ass. His cock, once at half-mast, throbbed up to its fullest and all it took was a gentle nudge forward to press and probe it between his cheeks, the lube slipping and pressing to the point that the slickness of his cock smeared against that entrance. He pushed, lightly probing the behind, and grinned when he heard the chieftain quietly moan, his hole clenching against the threat of penetration...but despite those movements and his squeezing muscles, the chieftain pushed back, pressing his ass to that large cock; he wanted it, that much was clear.

John had no intention of making him wait any longer. He put one hand to Meteha's hipe, the other to the base of his own cock, and pushed-- with a hiss, his engorged cock pressed and slickly spread open that spasming hole, which stretched to accommodate him. The 12-year-old let out a gasp, mostly of surprise from what John could guess, and from the way the chieftain clamped down immediately as the head of his adult cock slid deep into that hole, it must have been difficult for him to take. The rabbit had to wonder whether the chieftain, or perhaps any of the other boys in the tribe, partook of each other or not...if they did, he had no doubt they'd struggle to take a cock of his size regardless, for the sheer girth of his thick adult 'bunga' couldn't compare to the boy's own. With gentle nudges and grunts of passion, his cock sunk deeper and deeper, and he occasionally paused to allow the cub to accommodate, his young hole periodically squeezing as his little dick bounced up and down, his entire body clenching in rhythmic spasms. When John waited too long, the chieftain pushed back against him, wanting him to sink deeper, and when John felt the gap between his fingers and that plump ass shorten, he withdrew his digits and joined them with his other hand on the opposite hip, holding onto the cub firmly as he hilted dick to ass, pelvis to pelvis. The boy's tail fiercely wagged in his face, mere inches away from batting his chin, and John looked down to admire the sight of such a young, plump ass on his cock. He could feel every inch of those inner walls flexing, every grip and squeeze; it was in that moment that he could truly relish the feeling, unlike when Yatalo had been eager and quick to ride.

Just as John intended to slide back and thrust, he felt the brush of fur against his own and tensed, caught off-guard. He looked over his shoulder to see young Yatalo moving into position behind him, his hands pawing at John's behind that was too tall for him to reach, and with a grunt the adult pushed forward, forcing the chieftain to slide his knees back. The rabbit tried to lower his body as he did so and the 12-year-old yelped as his knees missed the edge of his throne, his stomach hitting the relatively polished wood and his cock narrowly missing the surface to swing between his legs, mere inches away. The chieftain's grumble was obvious, but he subsided when John pressed his hips forward and made sure he was fully inside him, his balls snugly pressed to the cub's own. It seemed like an awkward and perhaps dangerous change of position at first, but it was for a good cause; with him now knelt over the leader of their village, dick deep with him, Yatalo had the free access he so craved. John was expecting him to just spread his cheeks and bury his muzzle again, but he was instead surprised to feel the narrow, immature rod of Yatalo's arousal slide in between his spit-slicken cheeks, pushing up towards his hole in an instant. The 11-year-old's chest and stomach met with his back, and he heard a whine somewhere to his left, indicating the boy's need. When John made no noises of complaint, the young tribal boy adjusted, bending his hips slightly and pushing his body up. His cock pressed, smeared and abruptly slipped, causing him to nudge backwards just to try again-- he hit his mark a second time, and a sigh escaped the cub's lips as he pushed into the adult's 'bunta'.

"Fuck..." John muttered, met with a mixture of discomfort, pleasure and dizzying, borderline-intoxicating lust. To be buried deep in a boy over half his age, and to be fucked in the ass by another, was not how he'd expected the day to go...and initially he'd been apprehensive, but the taboo of it, the dirtiness of them fucking in the dirt, the mere act of deflowering what were otherwise young boys who had never known the outside world was...thrilling, unfathomably so. His dick wildly twitched in that warm hole as he felt Yatalo slip back and pushed into him, started to rapidly hump and buck like the young, virile boy he was. His cock wasn't nearly deep enough to hit his prostate, but the gripping of John's unused ass, of a hole that very rarely saw cock, was enough stimulation for the young canine. John, meanwhile, seized the space where Yatalo pulled back to withdraw himself, plunging down when the boy's pelvis met with his ass. It was a clumsy, and not exactly regular rhythm-- John would have loved to go slower-- but it was stimulating them all in some fashion, and the work they put in to make it feel better inevitably paid off. With each plunge down of his hips he felt the chieftain's hole squeeze around his member, causing John in turn to squeeze around Yatalo's length by extension, making all three of them whimper their delight in some fashion. The sheer tightness of that hole, the warmth of his flesh, and the way Yatalo relentlessly humped into him like a wild animal all served to make him more and more aroused.

John's grunts of passion and exertion grew over time as Yatalo started to whimper and pant against his back, indicating he didn't really have long left either. To be close to cumming a fourth time in such a short amount of time was unprecedented to John-- he'd never felt such a way before-- but he was about the let the opportunity slip him back. With each push down his balls snugly pressed to that soft, malleable rump, and his taint twitched with the growing need to bust, his body starting to tingle and his loins growing tight. Beneath him, Meteha squirmed, though not out of defiance but out of sheer, unbridled pleasure; his whimpers and gasps whenever John pushed down seemed pretty clear. After a handful of moments, John was sure he could feel Yatalo's thrusts becoming irregular, occasionally slowing down as his cries of passion became louder and heavier-- he must have been right on the cusp of climaxing, from what John could guess. In response, he clenched and squeezed his adult hole as much as he could as the cub's 'bunga' slammed back and forth, thrusting quicker and quicker until, with a cry came from the cub, though it more like a deep sigh. he plunged forward, pressing his muzzle to the adult's back as, with a final shudder and a push of his hips, he orgasmed inside him. It was the first time John had ever had a boy so young cum in his ass, and he had no doubt it was Yatalo's first time orgasming in an adult, too. He could feel each little twitch and throb, but as for the warmth or cum, or the tingle of wet fluids...neither seemed present, no doubt in part due to the boy's age, and by extension his lack of significant fluids.

The situation, however, and the lust that rose within him spurred him on further, rolling his hips down against the cub beneath him. He knew he was on the cusp he felt, but it was hard to finish when he couldn't move. Thankfully, the chieftain seemed to notice and started to wiggle his behind left and right, massaging the adult's thick 'bunga' inside him until John felt the telltale shudder of his impending release; he grunted, pushing his hips and pressing Meteha's body down against the wooden throne, his chest heaving and his body tensing until he felt the complete release of tension. A sigh escaped him, as heavy as the others, as his cock throbbed down into that young hole and filled him up. Thick and dizzying spurts of cum, that send warmth and intoxicating waves of ecstasy through his body, shot down into the cub's hole and deep into his insides. Unbeknownst to him, Meteha's belly swelled from the sheer volume of it all, and being compressed between the throne and John's adult body made him struggle to keep it all in. Dribbles of cum oozed from around that pressing cock and down John's balls and the 12-year-old's taint by extension, causing a dripping, though not free-flowing, mess.

They lay there for a while, panting and huffing with the exertion of their wild, passionate sex, before Yatalo started to move. His legs wobbled from even the most subtle of moments as he scooted from John's body, hands pressed to the yellow fur to for himself up. His cock slid back, eliciting a shaky gasp, and he staggered backwards from John, stumbling onto his behind. John laid there for a handful of moments longer, trying to recuperate, before he too pulled back. He didn't groan nearly as much as Meteha, who trembled beneath him as his member pulled out, his cock no doubt stimulating those sensitive insides. When he popped his member from that hole, he observed the way it leaked with his seed, already encouraging him to want to go again-- he didn't get the chance, however, for Meteha swung his body around, revealing his cum-stained front and distended belly. He pulled himself up onto his throne, his face flushed and his mouth wide, tongue lolling with his heavy pants-- he was spent.

"Rulha," He began. "We not know if Criksha gone...so if stay, tradition important. Yatalo find you voksha, cloth. He will teach you our ways."

"Yes, my chief." John bowed courteously, hands placed to his knees, and Meteha looked down towards the man's cock and back up again, appearing satisfied. With a grunt, he nodded over to Yatalo, who weakly stepped towards John and grabbed his forearm, leading him towards the hut. John cast one final glance at the chieftain before he stepped through into the outside, the flap serving as the door moving back into place behind him.

When they were out of sight, Meteha sagged and sighed, tired and exhausted. His hand delve towards his stomach, feeling the swollen bulge of all the adult's cum, before another hand dipped between his legs and under towards his behind, where a little pool of cum was forming where he sat. He delved his fingers into it, exploring it, before grunting in satisfaction.

"We have...been blessed above all expectation." He murmured. He had a feeling that the rulha would provide them with more than just his large bunga...but only time would tell.