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Ignoring the jaded glances of the several Garif men who think Vaan as nothing but a troubled, loud-mouthed youth, Vaan waltzes through the bleached, rocky path of Jahara with a dignified air about him.

He is then stopped abruptly by a meaty, brown-furred arm.

Vaan meekly glances up to find a Garif guard staring down upon him. At least Vaan thinks the guard is staring down upon him, were it not for his elaborate mask.

"You look too young to be travelling all alone out here, churl." The Garif rumbled out.

Just as he expected, the Garif tribe are no more friendly than your average Bangaa in Rabanastre (that is to say, not friendly at all). However, Vaan's sure a quick blowjob will do the trick. Still...

"Perhaps that's a bit too soon..." Vaan thought to himself. As much as he likes the idea, he thinks it is best if he gets accustomed to these men first and earns their trust through other means.

Vaan let out a weak sigh and looked to the side of him, past the broad, muscle-bound, veiny shoulders and frames of the Garif guards and noticed no end of big muscular Garif around the tribe. They are all equipped with masks of a similar marking, brandishing weapons and calmly talking amongst themselves.

A far cry from the boastful Bangaa at least, but Vaan suspects that every man has a sexual side to them, including the Garif, which is why he has come here. He just needs to unlock that lust within them.

"Well?" The guard took Vaan's unusual silence as a point not to agitate the youth further and stepped away, shaking his head.

"We will not allow hume-children in here. Now scurry along."

Vaan turned his heels on the sand-swept ground and mumbled silently to himself.

"Why does everyone think I'm a kid..."

The Garif picked up upon this and shouted out,

"Prove your mettle then!"

He walked to the side of him, Vaan noticing his long spear and the sheer difference between him and the large Garif.

"Let us go hunting," the Garif said in an unexpectedly kind tone.

"Then you can tell me all about your journey... and why you want to pass through our town."

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Vaan could tell his battle expertise was impressing the Garif guard. Not only did he cut down most enemies in one fell swoop, but he did it in mere seconds and also employed magic. After a few hours of slaying beasts for fur and food for the tribe, the Garif called it quits.

"I feel paltry in comparison to your vast repertoire of battle techniques..." the guard said with a saddened shrug, walking side-by-side with Vaan as brothers-in-arms, almost like they were long-lost buddies.

Vaan took a chance and poked him playfully in the stomach, finding it to be very muscular and furry, just like the rest of his body.

"Heh, there's no way I'll be as big as you though!" Vaan said while trying to ignore the throbbing in his pants.

("I can think of several ways he can be bigger...")

All throughout the hunt, Vaan stole a few glances at the Garif, taking note of his thick-furred, bulky legs, just imagining a fat uncut cock swinging about between those strong thighs as he thrust his spear into his target. Vaan couldn't get that image out of his head, and the longer he goes without cock, the more agitated and eager he gets.

He encouraged the Garif, a small chuckle escaping his lips.

As one would plunge his spear into the target, the other would land the finishing blow. The two could feel a connection forming together.

While they shared this brief moment of comradery, the Garif broke pace for a moment and glanced upward only to notice the darkening sky. Sweat beaded and dripped across his chest as he motioned to Vaan that night was fast approaching, and the two of them made a little campfire with two tents set up by the edge of the Ozmone Plain.

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"Do you still think I'm a kid now?" Vaan teasingly said, the two men huddled close together around the campfire. Vaan has long since taken off his shirt, showing off his lean sweaty body out in the open air for the Garif to ogle at when Vaan isn't looking. The Garif himself has also discarded his clothes by the wayside, wearing nothing but a flimsy loincloth suspended between his strong crossed legs, the clear outline of a thick, semi-hard cock visible to Vaan even under the moonlight. You could say he has an eye for such things.

The Garif groaned and leaned back onto his furred blanket, looking up into the night sky.

Vaan took this opportune moment to stare at the fat bulge next to him, packed neatly and tightly in its loincloth. Vaan deeply inhaled the strong waft of musk thrown in his face as the gentle breeze tickled through the Garif's short fur.

"What's your name?" Vaan asked.

The Garif puffed his chest out in pride and slapped his furry pectorals.

"Warrior chief Supinelu!" he said.

"Warrior chief?" Vaan remarked inquisitively, raising his brow.

The chief made a deep nod and set his spear down, warming his hands above the fire.

"What does your mask represent then?" Vaan remarked curiously.

There was a few seconds of silence before Supinelu finally broke the air, saying:

"Virility."

Despite Vaan's over-familiarity with men, the meaning of the word was lost on him.

"Virility?" he asked.

"The ability for our tribe to reproduce and create strong children."

Vaan smirked a little bit and did a slight nod of his head.

"I see... Of course."

"Would you care to release my tension?" he asked abruptly.

Vaan's face flushed and he immediately thought the man was asking for a blowjob.

"Um... Uhh..." despite his eagerness to thrust himself upon men, when men thrust themselves upon him, he's at a loss on how to respond.

The Garif frowned and explained what he meant with a flex of his bicep, the veins in his muscles popping and showing themselves to the boy in awe.

Vaan laughed off his awkwardness and shuffled over to Supinelu's side, taking his place behind the Garif's well-built back.

His hands immediately placed themselves on his strong shoulders, and Vaan realised that the man wasn't over-exaggerating when he mentioned that he had 'tension', for as soon as Vaan's fingers traced through the firm back muscles and began to tease and massage the knots out, Supinelu let out a deep and groaning sigh as he was shaken awake with a tingle up his spine.

"Yeah... that feels good, boy." His deep voice groaned.

Vaan leaned forward and watched as the campfire reflected and danced across Supinelu's still-wet body. Vaan just gave a sheepish grin and glanced further down the Supinelu's broad shoulder to see the Garif's loincloth visibly bulging.

Vaan was entranced while he imagined for a moment what waited under the thin and flimsy sheet. Supinelu noticed Vaan's hands had slowed and eventually stopped kneading his firm muscles and asked, with a raspy tone:

"You're not done, are you?"

Vaan's fingers traced over his strong, defined flanks, feeling the texture of short, rough fur of the Garif against his unblemished hands. He then wrapped his arms around the high-chief's taut stomach, nuzzling his face into his musky neck fur.

"Damn, you're..."

Supinelu flexed his bicep again for the boy, who looked on in awe.

"I look good, don't I? I'm not chief for nothing, you know."

The youth's hand moved up and slowly glided to the Garif's well-built bicep, rippling with hard-earned muscle.

"Give it a kiss..." Supinelu begged under his breath, almost like he surprised himself with his own words.

Vaan accepted that plea without a moment's hesitation, and the second his lips ever-so-lightly landed upon the bulging bicep, he heard a deep and satisfied groan escape from the Garif, followed by a distinct bounce in the Garif's loincloth that Vaan caught from the corner of his eye.

("I knew it... The Garif are perverts just as much as the Bangaa!")

Supinelu stretched his arms wide, let out a breathy yawn, and quickly announced that he would be going to sleep.

Even so, with Supinelu as hard and horny as he is over the youth, there's no way the Garif will be drifting off into a peaceful sleep... Nay, perhaps he will wake up with ropes of his sperm eagerly spitting on the boy's face. Supinelu could only dream for now as he leaned back and relaxed into his bedroll, the campfire slowly crackling in the background as darkness encroached.

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Vaan couldn't wait any longer. He had to get some cock, no matter what.

Knowing that the Garif's promise of "going to sleep" was about as truthful as a Bangaa merchant in Rabanastre promising "quality, legally obtained goods", Vaan crawled into his tent in the dead of night to find the sleeping Supinelu. Immediately his eyes were focused on the fat cock between his legs, the foreskinned shaft resting against his meaty thigh, hanging half hard and begging for an experienced cocksucking mouth to service it. The cock bounced in time with the Garif's heartbeat and glistened as the head peeked out under the weighty foreskin. Vaan knows that the Garif's abstinence is coming back to bite him; he's having a wet dream.

("Perfect.")

Vaan licked his lips like a predator stalking his prey.

("Finally... My time to shine. Supinelu looks like he hasn't gotten off since the turn of the millennium.")

His small mouth struggled to fit around the Garif's insane girth, five inches in diameter and smelling entirely of earthly manly musk, thanks to his big brown pube bush which encircled his god-like cock.

"Tribe daddy..." Vaan moaned out in lust around his cock, closing his eyes in pleasure as he felt the shaft grow and pulsate between his suckling lips. Just as he suspected - none could resist the pleasure that his inviting young throat brings.

Vaan's hands were grappling with Supinelu's fat cock. Even with both hands wrapped around his soft, foreskin-heavy shaft, they couldn't encircle it completely. The size of Vaan's hands were nothing compared to the sheer might of Supinelu's cock, imposing as it is.

("This will prove more work than Ba'Gamnan...")

Yet even still, Vaan tried his best to stuff as much of the slumbering man's cock in his mouth as possible.

Looking up from the thick pube bush, he could see the Garif's muscular chest rising and falling, his fur bristling in the cool breeze. He took this opportunity to drag a hand up the Garif's slumbering body, stroking his hand across those rippled abs and coming to rest at that musky chest fur as he sucked on the 6 inches of his cock that he could fit in his mouth -- only half of it.

Vaan reckons that Supinelu is having a great dream right now, as evidenced by his quick short breaths. He felt Supinelu's chest begin to rumble in pleasured moans which intertwined with the Garif's constant light snoring.

This continued on for a few minutes, Vaan getting the once-dry and long-untouched girthy shaft wet with his eager spit, soft lips stretching on that fat shaft as he sucked up and down on the chief's fat cock like a piston, the lewd sound of a teenager's wet eager throat echoing in Supinelu's 'dream'.

Then Supinelu let out a deep groan, his hips buckling and chest heaving as he instinctively and unconsciously pumped his load into the boy.

Vaan felt that fat, unwashed cockhead pulsate in his mouth and spit thick ropes of cum down his throat. Under that mask, Vaan could see the chief's lips snarling in pleasure.

Any doubts about whether the chief was actually sleeping or just faking it were expelled when Vaan heard his hoarse deep voice groan out:

"Fuck yeah, kid. Eat my load. Gonna make you grow up big and strong with this fucking tribal cum, ummpph, fuck yeah, your throat is so soft, Vaan."

Vaan's nose kept being shoved into his thick pube bush every time his strong hips gyrated against his face.

The youth's hands were planted firmly on the high-chief's thighs as he choked on the beast's bitter cum. Moans poured from the Garif's mouth without cease.

"Fuuuuck, take it all lad... Eat it all up, urghh..."

Supinelu was now stirred wide awake from the boy's ministrations and his hands were planted firmly by his sides, fingers roughly digging into the ground in pleasure as he felt Vaan's tight throat pry off his cock; it was taking all he had not to facefuck the boy then and there.

"Such a wet, eager throat," he groaned.

As the pulses slowed and Vaan lifted himself up from the war-chief's spent and yet still-hard cock, the boy was gasping for air, mouth full of jizz, swallowing as much as he could. Vaan shivered. The Garif's cum tastes exemplary and it is so thick that he can feel it travelling down his throat into the pit of his stomach, like a snake running down his body.

Once he swallowed most of the chief's "meal", Vaan could breathe again, but he would not stop at this.

With his neck tensing and chest rising and falling from the sheer force of his orgasm, Supinelu craned his neck to watch Vaan slap the fat cummy cock against his face, spurting a few more ropes of spunk on the youth simply due to his sheer attractiveness.

"You're very handsome, Vaan. You made my cock surge the moment I saw you."

The chief's cock sparked with pleasure as it was dragged across Vaan's face, feeling the nimble tongue drag across the hard underside of his shaft now and then. Just knowing that he's leaving a trail of cock snot all over the cute boy was enough to make his fat god-like cock spurt a few extra ropes on him.

"Pervert," Vaan whispered out around the chief's fat cockhead, making the cock instinctively throb and flex in his gentle grip.

("There seems to be no end to the chief's virility... The Garif choose their leaders well.")

Supinelu could feel himself drifting off as Vaan's tongue hooked underneath his foreskin, cleaning up any extra globs of cum like the cum-hound he is.

He's gotta have a full meal, after all.

Once his cock was thoroughly cleaned from the mouth of an experienced cocksucker, Vaan pulled back from the spent cock with strings of jizz connected to his nose and chin. He, of course, slurped that up without a second thought as well.

The Garif's cock slapped back to his thigh with a wet 'plap', its foreskin now fully wrapped around his tip.

Supinelu's once-laboured breathing has now fallen silent and Vaan could feel the man's distinctive snoring grace his ears again.

Vaan stretched and concluded that this was a job well done, his hunger for cock sated... for now.

He laid back on the bed with him and slowly snuggled up to the pit of the beast who just bred his throat. Still half-slumbering, Supinelu's arm reached down to draw Vaan close, his lean body smushed up against the greater frame of the beast.

For as cold as the night is, Supinelu has plenty of warmth.

Vaan rested his head on the Garif's chest and slowly nodded off with every rise and fall of the warrior's breath.

("Yeah... I knew they were perverts.")

--The next morning...

Vaan woke up to the feeling of Garif's muscular body pressing down on his lithe form, along with the distinctive rub of Supinelu's fat foreskinned cock barely fitting between his smooth asscheeks.

"Mmm, you're so plump, boy. So... breedable." the Garif whispered out in Vaan's ear, making him moan and squirm against the ground.

God, this was way better than Bangaa dick for him. Feeling a big muscular body press down upon him at the crack of dawn.

"Still horny for me, you big brute?"

"What man isn't horny for you," the chief replied, humping his cock between Vaan's asscheeks with a dark grunt, his angry, needy tip squirting precum over the boy's back.

("Fair point...")

If it wasn't for last night, Vaan would assume that the chief still hadn't got his nut off. But, as he was learning, all it takes is a good night's rest for him to be back in action, cock hard and ready to be shoved in a willing hole.

"Are you getting tired? Hah, maybe you are just a little churl after all..."

"Says the man who exploded the second my mouth hit your cock," Vaan chided back.

Vaan was roughly pushed to the floor and he felt Supinelu's cock force its way inside his ass.

"Take it like a man, then," he grunted out between clenched teeth, causing Vaan to let out a loud moan from the feeling of his fat cock sliding up his tight hole.

Thanks to his previous experience of taking Ba'Gamnan's cock like a champ, the entrance of Supinelu's cock proved not painful, but rather immensely pleasurable for the cock-hungry youth.

The Garif noticed this and pushed his cock inside Vaan's suckling hole with relative ease, right until his big pube bush was bristling against his smooth asscheeks.

He then took firm hold of the boy's shoulder and pressed him into the ground as he flexed his hips and bred him without cease, his fat ass clapping with every strong thrust, Vaan being transformed into a blubbering mess, spit flinging out of his mouth everytime the Garif dares to hilt himself balls-deep inside the youth's ass, marking him by rubbing his pube bush firmly against his ass.

"I'll _ breed you! _ Show you the strength of the Garif tribe!"

Supinelu's strong, deep voice echoed in Vaan's ears.

"Fuuu-Uhhh-Fa..."

He can't even form a sentence. All semblance of sensibility and tangible thought is being fucked out of him, replaced with but one:

(Slave for Garif cock. Slave for Garif cock. Slave for Garif cock.)

When Supinelu decided to pick him up effortlessly and breed him while standing up, locking the churl's thin legs with his strong ones and holding the boy steady just by the support of his muscular frame, the Garif decided to heighten his pleasure by jamming his thick fingers in his mouth as he continued fucking him with the force of a thousand suns.

Vaan uncontrollably came hands-free, soaking the Garif's furry thighs and hand with cum.

Supinelu, also lost in his own lust, reached down and slurped up the boy's load without a second thought.

"This is what you get... for daring to come into our tribe unannounced," Supinelu grunted out while sweat dripped from his brow.

The war-chief turned teen-fucker gripped Vaan's body tightly, his big, lumberous legs planted at either side of him as he fucked him down into the grass again, making Vaan see stars.

Knowing that his orgasm was fast approaching, the Garif's thrusts grew shallower and shallower until, finally, he planted his seed into the boy, making him into his little bitch for the Garif tribe.

"Mmmm, take my beastly seed! Become one of us, boy! Our slave for our fat, needy cocks!"

It is at this moment that Supinelu decided that no hole will ever compare to how tight Vaan is, not to mention his attractive, handsome, lithe features, it just makes him twitch. Everything about the boy turns him on, and he's overjoyed to be finally pumping his load into him.

"Right... I believe you are long due an introduction to the tribe," Supinelu said after forcing the last of his load inside Vaan's squishy hole.

"It's about time..." Vaan grumbled as he let himself get pressed into the floor by Supinelu's focused thrusts.

"Urgh... Maybe... One more load," he groaned, teeth gritting together from the squeezing of the boy's hole against his cock.

"Fuck yeah..." Vaan said while drool fell out of his mouth.

It seems that the duo will be going at it like rabbits for some time