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Second, this story has reached a point where there is some male on male groping going on. Sure, different folks have different levels of sensitivity, but I'm going to put it in the adult category without reservation for exactly that reason.

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Future chapters are going to range from spotlessly clean to various levels of naughtiness. I do not foresee delving into extremes, but there will be various adult level activities, including M/F and M/M. I will make sure to tag such adult segments correctly, so make sure you pay attention, because they will also have similar warnings to the above. All this is mentioned here so you don't get surprised (not that I expect you will be if you're browsing this site.)_

For Every Door that Closes

by Reserved Rodent

Seven

Well that's going to come back to bite me in the ass, I bet, I thought, shaking my head with a sigh.

"You act as if you're disappointed she left, Randy." Gran Lisa's voice was soft, but I could hear amusement in her tone.

"I hated jumping in and turning her anger towards me," I admitted, "but I do have some important questions."

Behind me, I heard a deep voice rumble as it barked out orders , "Yaegr, since your pack was so foolish as to be in Gria's path, you get to take the southern far-run today."

Several of the tan furred hyena folks' shoulders slumped, but one of them gave a nod and a "yes sir."

"Ah yes," the gray furred female in front of me smiled. "Something about relieving your bladder, if I remember correctly."

A short chuckle escaped me, "I may have exaggerated the immediacy of that worry, but knowing where to do that is on my list."

"You two," the orders kept being handed out behind me, "go find Vargr and let him know his guest is awake." The voice then dropped to a softer tone, "Gran, would you like them to inform Mira as well?"

Gran Lisa looked over my left shoulder and gave a nod, "Yes Jagr, that would be appreciated." She then turned her attention back to me. "It was going to be my turn to watch over you now, Randy, so banning any other problems arising, I have plenty of time to answer your questions now."

"Well," I started, keeping my voice quiet though it appeared everyone else was moving on with their day now that the show appeared to be over. "I need to know how the young kids are punished within the tribe."

The elder's left eyebrow raised. "Such an unusual question. Without knowing any specifics, the only answer I can give is that punishments are left to the discretion of a pup's guardian. May I ask what brought this question about with such urgency?"

I didn't want to lie to her, but neither did I want to get Gregr in trouble. Trying to not name names might work, but could also backfire. "I don't know for sure that anything is going on, and I'm not wanting to get folks in trouble if they're not doing anything, but... I-"

I was shocked into silence as the black with gray markings male stepped up to my left side from behind me. His left hand had snagged the front of my boxer brief's by the band, pulling it out enough for him to look in and grab my balls with his right.

"Excuse me!" I said, trying not to snap as neither he nor Gran Lisa appeared to think this was unacceptable. "What -"

"Oh, don't mind me," my molester grinned, fondling my balls with his fingers a little. "I just wanted to see exactly how big of balls you had, standing up to Gria like you did."

"Jagr, you should have asked first. He is a guest, not a member of the tribe." Gran Lisa stepped forward to look down at my displayed genitals while she spoke.

Looking up to meet my gaze, she gave me a smile. "Looks like you're a little bigger than him as well, Randy."

My ears heated up as I felt a blush of embarrassment coming on. If my grandmother had just called me sexy and winked at me, I think I would have been less uncomfortable.

Removing his grip on me as well as my clothing, the black furred male also gave a big smile to both me and his elder, "Mine are perfectly sized, though," he bragged, his hand moving to lightly scratch his free hanging balls. "If they were as big as his, then I'd have been in trouble continually since puberty."

"You're skirting pretty close to trouble now, hunt leader."

"My apologies, Gran," Jagr said, bowing his head and laying his ears back. "I also wanted to see if he could be as easily distracted as Gria in case he tried to use his powers against you or another female."

"I have too much respect for Gran Lisa to try anything that would have her twisting my ear off with a scolding," I admitted to them both. "But, um, that was also really distracting, Jagr."

The dark furred male let out a howl of laughter, "I could tell, friend. It was quite obvious."

"If you two boys are done playing, I am very interested to hear more of Randy's concern over our pups."

I gave the gray furred elder a nod. "From things he has said and how he's acted, I believe the kid in question is being beaten. I am wondering if this is how the entire tribe does things."

Gran Lisa glanced at Jagr, who furrowed his brows. "The boys are cared for by the males who are their closest family, so ultimately, I'm the one in charge of making sure nothing gets out of hand. What kind of physical beating are you talking about? Spanking, boxing of the ears? There's also the early training for hunting and wrestling that can cause some bruises."

I looked at the black furred male and shook my head. "No. It's got to be more than that. I haven't even seen any physical evidence of wounds on him, and I know growing boys get scrapes and the like anyway. This was cringing from fear of being hit because he thought he was talking too much. He talked about being hit, often, for minor things. I have no proof what he said happened actually came about as described, but he didn't fake the fear he showed when I asked him to slow down talking."

Jagr growled softly, his upper lip curling slightly. "That's not right. Which pup? Who's he say is doing things to him? I'll - "

He stopped and all of us turned at the sound of running paws. Running towards us was a khaki brown furred spotted hyena that I didn't realize until he got close.

"Gran Lisa, Hunter Jagr, have either of you seen Gregr?" Vargr asked, coming to a halt in front of us. There was a line of blood running from his right nostril to his lips.

"What happened to your nose?" Both Jagr and I asked at the same time, the hyena's black furred paw coming up grab the other tribe member's tan muzzle to angle it for a closer look.

"Wasn't watching close enough," the response came, almost too quick. Then he noticed it was me who had also asked. "Brother Randgr, it's good to see you up and well. Gregr's wandered off again, so I can use your help finding him."

"What have I told you about naming your brother as an adult? Now you're doing it for non-tribe members?"

"Sorry, sir, but I think they've both earned it."

Gran Lisa broke in before Jagr could respond. "You said Greggie's missing again?"

"He's sleeping in the hut I was in, that's why I wanted Gria to stop yelling. He hadn't looked like he'd gotten much rest so when he chattered himself to sleep I made sure he was comfortable and waited for someone to show up."

Jagr released Vergr's jaw. "Why don't you go in and watch over him until he wakes up. We don't want him running off looking for Randy again. I'll let your pack know to head on out hunting without you today so you can stay with him as long as it takes for Randy and I to return. We have some business to take care of first."

"Yes, hunter," the tan hyena nodded, then reached over and gave me a tight hug. "Thanks for watching over him, brother," he whispered in my ear.

After he released me, he went inside the hut I had come from. I returned my attention to the two hyenas I had been speaking with before he had arrived.

"It's Greggie you are worried about." Gran Lisa stated rather than asked.

I nodded in agreement. "Several times as he was talking to me, he mentioned in an off-hand manner as if it were an every day event, that Fangr had hit him for one thing or another. The reasons all seemed trivial to me, but I was not sure how your culture treats things. But seeing how he cringed when he thought I was unhappy with him, as if he expected me to punch him full out..."

The deep growl from Jagr made the fur on my neck stand on end.

"Hunt leader," Gran Lisa's calm voice cut through the darker furred male's snarl. "We need to make sure and gather all the facts before we act. We need to understand, if this has really happened, how it went unnoticed."

"Yeah. I know. It just ... if it's true, it sickens me to think of all the support I've given him over the years. How could I have missed something like this. I'll have Kregr go tell Fangr that his brother's been found and that he's to go with my crew on the northern far-run. My second can also see what he can find out about his feelings over Greggie. I can go with Fangr's crew and see what I can find out from them."

Turning to me, Jagr set his hand on my shoulder, "You're not part of the tribe right now, Randy, so I can't give you orders. But you saved Greggie and killed off the porsect that was chasing off and killing all the local game. You've brought this potential problem to our attention as well. So I'm going to ask you to stay here in the village today. Learn about our ways and talk with Vargr and his brother as well as the others who aren't out with hunting parties.

"When everyone gets back together tonight, we'll see what we all learned and go from there. I'll be honest with you, I hope you're wrong, Randy. We're supposed to teach our boys how to be stronger and better folk, not to fear others. I don't like to think Fangr..."

Shaking her head, Gran Lisa let out a sigh, "Don't worry about that, Jagr. Focus on your hunt, keeping your pack safe, and finding more out from them. Greggie will be safe here, so we will have time to safely proceed as you just planned. Know as well that if there is a problem with the cubs being weakened, you will have the Gran's support."

With a nod to the gray elder, the hunt leader turned back to give me a grin. "Don't go swinging your balls at any more females while I'm gone. They will twist both your ears off if you step too far out of line, guest or no guest."

Then he turned and trotted off around the huts to the east.

"So," I said, turning back to the only other person left with me, "is clothing optional around..."

I have no idea how red my ears turned when I saw that the beautiful female hyena from my dreams was standing next to Gran Lisa, but my tongue certainly got tied up in a knot.