The jungle of Neteyam’s tribal lands pulsed with life, a symphony of chirping insects and rustling leaves underfoot as he slipped away from the village. His heart thundered in his chest, each beat a drum of anticipation, his long braids swaying with every hurried step. Duties be damned—today, he craved something far wilder than weaving nets or tending to the elders’ endless complaints. The hidden clearing by the waterfall called to him, a secret sanctuary where the rules of the village melted away like morning dew.
As he pushed through the last curtain of vines, the roar of the cascading waterfall greeted him, its mist a cool kiss against his heated skin. The scent of damp earth and crushed ferns filled his lungs, grounding him even as his pulse raced. There, in the dappled light of the clearing, stood Yano’kora and Tane, their towering frames cutting imposing silhouettes against the mossy backdrop. Yano’kora’s massive arms were folded across his chest, a smirk playing on his lips, while Tane’s low, rumbling chuckle rolled through the air like distant thunder. Their eyes, sharp and predatory, gleamed with amusement as they drank in Neteyam’s flushed, eager expression.
“Well, well,” Yano’kora drawled, his voice a lazy drawl that sent a shiver down Neteyam’s spine. “Look who finally decided to show up. Thought you’d forgotten us, little hunter.”
Tane’s laughter deepened as he shifted his weight, the muscles in his broad shoulders flexing. “Nah, he wouldn’t dare. Look at that face—boy’s been dreaming of this all damn day.”
Neteyam’s knees buckled almost instinctively, the soft moss cushioning his fall as he sank to the ground before them. His breath hitched, chest heaving as he looked up at the two men, their sheer presence overwhelming. “I... I’m here,” he muttered, voice trembling with a raw, desperate edge. “Sorry I’m late.”
Yano’kora stepped forward, his shadow falling over Neteyam like a storm cloud. A rough, calloused finger hooked under the boy’s chin, tilting his face up to meet that piercing gaze. “Late, huh? Village golden boy, sneaking off from your precious duties just to kneel for us. Ain’t that a pretty picture?” His smirk widened, sharp as a blade. “What would your dear old chief say if he saw you now, hmm? His perfect little heir, turned into our plaything.”
Neteyam’s cheeks burned, the heat spreading down his neck, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away. Behind him, Tane circled like a predator, his heavy hand landing on Neteyam’s shoulder with a firm squeeze that made the boy shiver. “Look at him, Yano. Already shaking like a leaf. Bet he ran all the way here just to beg for a taste. Didn’t you, pup?”
The teasing words stung, but they only fueled the fire in Neteyam’s veins. His gaze dropped, locking onto the unmistakable bulges straining against the thin fabric of their loincloths. His mouth watered, tongue darting out to wet his lips as he stammered, “Please... I—I need it. Just... let me—”
Yano’kora raised a brow, dragging out the moment with a cruel sort of delight. “Oh, you need it, do you? And why should we give you anything, huh? You roll in here late, panting like a starved beast, and think you deserve a reward?” He clicked his tongue, mock disapproval dripping from every word. “Gotta earn it, golden boy. Convince us.”
Neteyam’s hands fidgeted in his lap, fingers twitching with the urge to reach out. His voice cracked, words spilling out in a frantic rush. “I’ll make up for it, I swear. I’ll do anything—please, Yano, Tane, I’ve been thinking about this all day. I couldn’t focus on anything else. Just... don’t make me wait anymore.”
The men exchanged a glance, amusement dancing in their eyes. Tane let out a bark of laughter, his hand sliding from Neteyam’s shoulder to the back of his neck, gripping just hard enough to make the boy gasp. “Listen to him, Yano. Practically tripping over his own tongue. Should we put him out of his misery?”
Yano’kora hummed, pretending to consider it as he towered over Neteyam. “Dunno. I kinda like watching him squirm. What do you think, Tane? Has he begged enough?”
“Not even close,” Tane shot back with a grin, but his hands were already moving, fingers hooking into the edge of his loincloth. With a slow, deliberate tug, he loosened the fabric, letting it fall away to reveal the thick, heavy length beneath. Neteyam’s eyes widened, breath catching in his throat as he stared, utterly transfixed.
Yano’kora wasn’t far behind, his own cloth dropping with a casual flick, the sight making Neteyam’s head spin. The boy’s hands twitched, aching to reach out, to touch, but he held himself back, waiting for permission. The men loomed over him, their sheer size and raw power making his knees weak all over again.
“Damn, Yano, look at him,” Tane said, voice thick with mock pity. “Boy’s practically drooling already. You sure we shouldn’t just leave him like this? Let him suffer a bit longer?”
Yano’kora chuckled, shaking his head. “Nah, that’d be too cruel. Even for us. But I gotta say, it’s cute how bad he wants it. Ain’t that right, Neteyam? You’re just a mess for us, huh?”
The teasing was unbearable, each word stoking the desperate heat pooling in Neteyam’s core. His pleas grew bolder, voice raw with need as he finally dared to reach out, hands trembling. “Stop teasing me, please. I can’t take it anymore. I’ll do anything—just let me have it. I’m begging you.”
Yano’kora’s smirk turned wicked as he grabbed a handful of Neteyam’s braids, tugging just hard enough to draw a sharp gasp from the boy’s lips. “There’s a good pup. You wanna beg? Then beg proper.” His grip tightened, sending a jolt of heat through Neteyam’s body. “Show us how much you want it.”
Tane’s deep voice rumbled like a growl, his hand guiding Neteyam’s head forward as he barked, “Open wide, little hunter. Don’t keep us waiting.”
Neteyam surrendered completely, the roar of the waterfall fading into a distant hum as the world narrowed to the two men before him. Their rough laughter mingled with his eager, breathless whimpers, the jungle clearing becoming a stage for their forbidden game. As Yano’kora and Tane took control, Neteyam let himself fall, lost to the heat and the hunger that consumed him.
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