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The New (Perverted) Chief for Heru by Draconicon

The first battle lasted well into the day, and by the time that Metic and Popet came back with the rest of the tribe, the sun had set. Tapex shook his head at the returning dingos of his tribe, and called out for those that had stayed behind to bring out supplies for healing and feeding, while he went down to meet his father and brother.

He brought water for them both, and his brother Popet took his first before sitting down. As Tapex turned to offer it to his father, his warrior brother shook his head.

"They'll be on the run before long. We'll have them beaten."

"Calm yourself, brother; the battle may -"

"We're winning! Those lizards won't -"

"Silence."

Metic's single word brought Tapex out of the fight, but Popet glared, as if he still wished to continue his point. However, their father shook his head once more, and the warrior turned his head away. Silence ruled between the three of them until the chieftain turned his way once more.

"Tapex. I am exhausted, and so is your brother. We'll need to fight harder tomorrow. Do you have any herbs we can use?"

"Forget him, father. We are strong enough on our own."

"He will not be fighting. He may as well be of some use."

Tapex shook his head at the argument already brewing between his family. They never could keep themselves from each other's throats. Well, his father and brother couldn't. In his case, he had some training from the old wise one of the tribe, and he knew just how to keep control of himself. Yet, for all that, it was 'useless', according to his family.

Unless I were to become a warrior, neither would ever accept me, he thought as he looked at them. The sweaty pair were getting into an ever-heated argument, with Popet insisting that nothing was needed, while Metic shifted between them needing rest and needing to make use of their 'cowardly' family member.

It was always like this, and he was tired of it. So very, very tired of it. As he looked over his shoulder, seeing the gazes of the rest of the tribe quickly turning away, Tapex believed that the feeling was mutual.

I suppose I have an obligation to see to my tribe...

"Father. Brother."

The two dingos stopped talking and turned to him. Even in his father's case, there was a level of dismissal in his eyes, and his brother looked positively enraged. Tapex sighed.

"I have something for you. A tea that I have been preparing for others, but I believe you will enjoy it far more."

"Then bring it to us."

Tapex wasn't surprised to see his family members wobbling from side to side, the young shaman shaking his head at the pair of them. Their fur hung down, matted and damp with sweat, and both chief and warrior wobbled half off of their chairs. Their loincloths had shifted to the sides, and neither of them seemed to care.

Nor would they, Tapex knew. They were under the influence of the Fog Rose, a plant that he'd found further east, near the swamps. It would fog their mind, and make it so hard for them to think. Perhaps now, now when they couldn't think, they would listen to him.

But first...there was a lesson to be taught.

"Father..."

The older dingo slowly turned to him, his head wobbling.

"Yesh, mmmy shon?"

"It's been so long since you've had any sort of rest. You've been without any relief for so long. Isn't it time that you let someone else take up the mantle? Isn't it time to let someone other than yourself lead the tribe?"

"I'm...I'm still...strong..."

"But isn't it so tiring? Authority lays so heavy on you...can't you feel it? It's so heavy...crushing...weighing down on your shoulders..."

With every successive word, the older dingo seemed to slouch further and further in his chair, sliding down until he had almost slipped out of it completely. Tapex stepped forward and helped support him, slipping a hand under the loincloth and fondling his father. He could feel the heaviness down there, and he smiled to himself.

"It will be so easy for you to let it slip...just let me take over for you, father. Let your authority fall to me, and let the war fall to Popet. I can take care of everything...and you can have your relief, once and for all."

"Once...and for all..."

"Just let it slip...let it slip away..."

As the only 'mantle' that his father wore was the loincloth around his waist, Tapex reached down and began undoing it. The soft string collapsed under his fingers, and he smiled as he collected the leather flaps that covered the older dingo's modesty. It fell to the ground, thumping softly against the dirt, and his father moaned. The shaft against his hand began to grow, and his father sat up straight again, looking much more invigorated.

"Yes, that feels much better, doesn't it? Releasing your authority...submitting it to me...it is a wonderful feeling, so much better than that weight, isn't it?"

"So much...so much better..."

"Yes...so much better to submit to me...and let me rule..."

Letting that thought stew in his father's head, he turned to Popet. His older brother had always been a thorn in his side, and as he reached down, he laid his hands on Popet's ass cheeks. His brother groaned as they were touched, groped, kneaded, and the dingo chuckled to himself as he leaned in, whispering to his foggy-minded brother.

"It's so hard to be the warrior, isn't it? Fighting...struggling...worrying about whether you can live from day to day...the sword is a hard life, isn't it?"

"...Yes..."

His brother's voice was quiet, but it was scared, too. He could work with that. Tapex slipped his hand under his brother's loincloth and slid a finger between the muscled ass cheeks. The slick sweat back there made it easy for him to slide his finger up to his brother's ass.

"There's no need to fight...no need for the way of the sword. I can give you something better. You can submit to me...submit to me and our father...and take up the way of the spear..."

"The way...of the...spear?"

"Yes. It's a simple way. Not fighting, but of service...serving spears..."

He reached over, clutching his father's cock in his other hand, and gave it a few small squeezes.

"Spears of flesh. They must be tended to, just as spears of metal...They must be taken care of...and it would be so much easier than fighting."

"Easier than...fighting..."

"And all you have to do..."

"Have to...do..."

"Is bend over."

Even with the suggestion, he had to work to get his brother on his feet and bent over his seat. As soon as his ass was up in the air, Tapex smiled. It certainly lent more life to his shaft to see the stubborn, boorish brother put in his place, and the muscled cheeks and the tight hole on display certainly didn't hurt anything. Looking over his shoulder, it seemed like his father had the same thought. Tapex waved for him to come over.

"It is time, father, to induct Popet into the order of the spear. He will serve the men, and make them happy. And, above all, he will serve you, once you've broken him in."

"Serve...me..."

"As is proper. Come, and have him, and I will show you the pleasures that he will feel in service as you break him."

As the older dingo passed him, taking his place behind Popet, Tapex knelt behind the older man. He spread his father's ass cheeks, and smiled at the puckering hole between. It was slightly more open than his brother's, seemingly more flexible and more open due to his father's greater age. Yet, it still drew him in, and he licked over his father's hole.

The moans from above made him grin, and he licked further, deeper in that crevice that the ass cheeks created. He dragged his tongue from balls to hole, and then up to the base of the tail. He tasted sweat, musk, bitterness, and it was all that he expected. Tapex grinned, pulling the ass cheeks so far apart that his fingers left marks in the flesh, and he forced his tongue past the rim.

He slid forward even as his father thrust into Popet. The soft grunt of his warrior brother losing his virginity to their father left Tapex grinning like a fool, his own cock throbbing hard and his eyes glinting at his revenge. The tribe - he knew - was watching, and they would see what was happening. The father had fallen to perversion, and the warrior had submitted to another. The only one still strong was the wise one, the shaman, who tended to them in their madness.

In other words, he was the only one they would be able to turn to.

As he flicked his tongue back and forth inside of his father's hole, he panted and moaned, reaching down to his own cock and giving it a few teasing tugs as he got used to the timing. Back and forth, his father went, Metic fucking the warrior as hard as he could within scarcely a minute of starting. Again and again, Tapex felt his muzzle disappear between those ass cheeks, pushed up against the twitching hole, and then felt it slide away again.

Giving up when the timing proved too difficult to master, the shaman rose to his feet and grabbed his cock. It was time for him to have his pleasure as well.

"Let all who watch see the truth of things."

The warriors and apprentices around him turned, staring at him.

"My father, the chief Metic, has passed his authority to me. He no longer wishes leadership, and no longer wishes the stress that comes with it.

"My brother, the warrior Popet, has passed his sword to me. He no longer wishes to fight, and only wishes to serve.

"I stand as your chief. And as such, I claim them for my own."

The anticipation was such at the first thrust took him over the edge, and he came hard inside of his father's hole. He panted as he felt his father's hole milk him for more, and stood still as the former chief and his warrior brother bounced back and forth along his cock.

It didn't take long for them to cum as well, spurting their loads all over each other, and into one another. The tribe stared in shock, but Tapex knew it would pass.

And if it didn't...there was always more of the tea.

The End