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Chapter 1

"Come on Rahz, I know you can do better than that. Why'd you let me slip out of your grasp?" Ahzee jokingly laughed as he wriggled his lithe body out from underneath his much larger sparring partner only to spring back to his feet ready for the next attack.

Getting back to his feet Rahz crouched low and charged Ahzee at full force without a moment to spare grabbing his chest and throwing him to the ground knocking the wind out of him, "You should know by now, I'm just trying to get you better at this in case I'm not around to save your ass." He said glaring down at him with their yellow eyes inches apart.

Rahz gets up and stands legs spread over Ahzee's waist still staring down on him, "Care for another round?" Ahzee lays there for a moment with his hands behind his head and eyes rolled back feigning not paying attention. "I said you want another round or are you too chicken?" Rahz says with a wide smirk on his face. Before getting his full satisfaction of victory he feels both of Ahzee's legs quickly begin to wrap around one of his and twist throwing him face first into the dirt with Ahzee again quickly springing back to a defensive stance waiting for his partner to get back up. Picking himself back up and dusting himself off Rahz says, "Well that wasn't very fair, you didn't even answer my question."

"Since when were there rules to combat, if I'm fighting for survival shouldn't I try anything that I think can work?" Ahzee said in a matter of fact tone as he held his defensive stance while the sweat from the workout was dripping down his barred dark purple chest. "What do you say we call it good for this workout, we've been at it for almost 2 hours now and we still gotta get cleaned up and head back to the village?"

"Sure thing lets head down to the stream to clean up and get dressed before we head back. You probably reek." Said Rahz, the entire time admiring his slender toned body, he personally enjoyed sparring with Ahzee for almost that fact alone, watching his lithe form quickly move about and his pattern of deep purple with black stripes broke his eyes ability to easily track him in the shade of the forest clearing, which was a trait of his people that helped them survive and evade some of the large creatures and more aggressive societies that inhabited the region. Rahz took point on the way to the stream, he picked up his clothes and bag all made from various animal hides of creatures he personally taken down; his tribe's belief and necessity of life to waste nothing so every part of what they took from the forest was used or returned in a beneficial manner to the best of their understanding of their ecosystem.

Ahzee followed closely behind admiring the way Rahz always took charge, he really loved that about him. That and Rahz was one of the larger males in his tribe, so for him walking behind him and seeing how his muscles flexed in his back and legs as he made his own path through the forest jumping over fallen trees and making his way around dense brush or marshes by climbing over rocks and limbs was an added treat. It had always worried him some about his feelings for Rahz as his tribe was very strict on tradition, he was expected to choose a wife, start and support a family in just a few more years, but he didn't want that life. He wanted to be with Rahz, be comforted in his strong arms at night and have the both of them go out each day together to provide for the tribe and not only themselves. But he feared that the tribe and his family would outcast him for harboring such thoughts and feelings that he kept it inside for years and with the time of his test for manhood approaching he started to wonder how it would all work out and simply prayed to the gods that it would all workout in at least having the acceptance of his tribe for who he was even if it was without Rahz. It was almost painful for him at times not knowing Rahz's feelings for him if he had any or whether he would be accepted within the tribe.

Rahz clambered over the last few braches and rocks coming up to a ledge over looking the deep stream below that appeared only as wide as his well muscled forearm from the height. One of his favorite things to do in the forest was simply explore the vastness of the valley his tribe lived in. Always being careful to leave as little impact on his home environment as possible, both to protect it and to ward off any possible trackers, whether a rival tribe or predator. So he would constantly change his route climbing up some trees only to hop from one to the next like a monkey in the air or run across rock faces leaving no foot prints behind. He knew Ahzee could keep up with him, for one he was much lighter and when they reached their destination on these treks he didn't even seem winded. Also given his almost 18 years in the valley he had it pictured perfectly in his head where he was at simply by looking at his surroundings and getting a rough triangulation off of tall identifying trees and ridges and by knowing where certain vegetation patches tended to grow most dense or sparse.

Ahzee quickly caught up to Rahz who was just starting to put his pack down as he ran up next to him. "Well now what's this; you weren't joking about taking a jump into the stream were you." Ahzee said with a smile on his face as he set his pack down.

"What you're not scared are you? Not afraid of a little height? It's only water, not like we're jumping onto some rocks." Rahz said mockingly.

"Nope not at all." Said Ahzee as he stripped down to his bare nakedness his small endowment dangling in the open air as he immediately leapt off the ledge and crossed his arms and legs to lessen his impact with the water below, his long black Mohawk making him look like a dart flying towards the water. He always felt a little fear and a mad rush of adrenaline as that water came at him faster and faster as he fell, but he also felt a sense of pure freedom in doing so, being in complete control of his actions above his own fears. Upon impact of the water he felt his body go from the heat of the 2 hour workout and run over here to the cool water that immediately engulfed his entire form and felt extremely refreshed, evening though his feet were left with a slightly painful tingle that quickly subsided from the impact. "Well let's see who's chicken now. Strip down and jump in." He said with a laugh, looking up the ledge that he had just jumped from. From the bottom looking up Rahz appeared no bigger than his thumb, 'Wow that was quite a jump' he thought to himself.

Rahz quickly undressed himself with a few pulls of string on his loincloth dropping it to his sides. He much more well-endowed than his friend he noticed. Where Ahzee's tip barely hung below his balls when limp, his uncut meat dangled freely nearly half the length of his thigh. He took a few steps closer to the edge of the ledge and stretched his body out then crunched up and sprung for a free standing front flip on the way down to the water. Upon coming up out of the water after the dive Ahzee was there at the ready to give him a splash and shout "SHOW OFF!"

"Hey don't get mad at me because you didn't think of trying something. Tell you what try racing me to the shoreline, sound fair enough for you?"

"Alright then."

Ahzee swims up the to bluff on the far side of the river shore that they were about to swim to and climbs out of the water to get ready for the race. Looking out to the other side he judged it to be maybe a good 200 feet to the other shoreline, plenty of distance to judge the faster swimmer. He looks over to his left and watches Rahz make his way up onto the short ledge, he can't help but feel a stirring in his shaft as he watches his glistening muscled body climb out of the water and his mouth was getting watery watching his friend's member sway. "Ok you ready, on the count of three we go, got it?"

"Got it."

"One. Two. Three."

With that they both dove into the water. Ahzee's slender body giving him an advantage at the start by being able to keep his momentum and glide almost a third of the distance before swimming. Rahz on the other hand with his bulkier size had to rely on powerful strokes to make it across, almost the entire distance of the stream Rahz was paddling as fast and hard as he could trying to keep his arms out of the water on the return stroke. Ahzee with practiced finesse in the water kept a good pace seemingly effortlessly once he began to swim.

Ahzee was the first to the other side, he reached out to grab hold of a root of one of the plants to help himself up onto the shore. When he got his second hand up onto the root he felt a vine start to grab and wrap itself around his first hand and pull him up and into the air, closely followed by a second vine grabbing hold of his other hand and doing the same. He wanted to shout but his face was still in the water, then when his face breached the surface for breath a great sized leaf began to cover his face smothering his voice as it began to force a thick wet sweet tasting tendril into his maw and down his throat silencing him for sure. He could feel more of the vines begin to wrap around his body as it pulled him out and into the canopy.

Rahz was the second one to shore; he pulled himself out by use of some rocks near the shore. Looking around for his friend he noticed that he was already suspended by a plant known for capturing and encasing its victims, beyond nothing is known about it other than the tribe member never returns. He quickly rushes over to him to try to set him free, fearing that he may just die if he doesn't hurry. Rahz begins to grab at the vines that are trying to encase Ahzee and tear them off him and unwrap him, but for everyone he pulls three more takes its place. He soon feels that he to is in danger, at his ankles the vines begin to twine around and pull him away dragging him across the ground screaming. He sees a leafy vine make its way towards his face and buttocks both with a large wet stamen in the middle. He has a mix of fear and joy as this has been a fantasy of his to be penetrated from both ends but fears for his life as he has no idea as what is about to happen to him and his friend.

Rahz tenses up and lets out a small moan as the stamen, the size of his forearm yet very soft begins to force its way into his anus, slowly sinking itself in till the leaf is able to wrap itself around his waist. He quivers as it slides past his prostate, a feeling that he toyed with himself at night when everyone else was asleep in the village. The stamen begin to fill out filling his insides while also forming a thick bulb right at his anus and pressing tightly against his prostate so that it would be impossible for him to pull it out, even if he wanted to.

The vines begin to wrap around him more as he begins moaning more than screaming for help. Vines soon are wrapping around his waist and grabbing at his wrist pulling them to his back leaving him helpless to stop what is happening. Looking down he sees the vines wrapping around his now engorged cock squeezing it tightly and some very fine vines starting to poke at his piss hole wriggling their way inside, fearful at first but loving the feeling that he never had imagined possible before.

In his ecstasy he let go and stopped resisting noticing that his friend Ahzee was already fully encased and knowing that there was nothing he could do for him. When the last leaf came close to his face to fully encase him he willfully opened his maw wide as it slide down the thick sweet wet stamen. He soon lost track of time and consciousness encased in the vines that slowly fucked him in his tight bindings.

This is the start of a new series. Please feel free leave comments or to offer any input about possible story progression. Would really like to do a reader assited story, do have my own general outline layed out but any and all ideas welcome.