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Disclaimer:** All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This story contains a purely fictional relationship between an adult and a minor and other illegal acts. If this sort of thing offends you, don't read this story. If this sort of thing interests you, please enjoy.**

Ken tapped his bare heels against the dusty red rock cliff. A warm desert breeze combed through his dusty red fur and he took a deep breath, watching the sunset over the mesa. That was it, he thought, that was the last sunset he was going to see as a pup. At long last he would finally get his manhood ceremony, tonight, after the final sunset on his 12th year. The ceremony was a sacred ritual that all wolf males in his tribe had to undergo when they were no longer pups. Ken had been looking forward to it for years. He was always eager to prove himself. We wanted to go on the hunts. He wanted to defend his tribe from other clans. He wanted the right to claim a mate.

Especially that last part. He wasn't sure why, but in the recent months he'd been feeling different. He constantly felt the urge to mount and breed, especially around some of the other pups and men in the tribe. Parts of his body had been changing too. Not only was he taller and stronger, but his genitals had grown too. In fact they'd gotten large enough that he started having to wear a loin cloth around so it wouldn't get in the way when he walked. He couldn't just run around naked like he did as a pup. His father said this was all normal, and part of becoming a man, but mostly Ken just felt awkward. His father also said all that would change with his manhood ceremony, but he wasn't so sure.

As the last sliver of the dark red sun set over the cliffs, Ken hopped back to his feet and started slowly walking back to the village. He didn't even know anything about the manhood ceremony. Pups were never allowed to watch, they could only listen from afar. All Ken had ever heard was some drums and a lot of yelling and howling. How were drums and howling supposed to make him feel better? He tried asking his brother San, who had his ceremony a few years ago. San just ruffled his headfur and said it was a secret, something that Ken would only understand when he was old enough. The older wolves were always saying stuff like that.

Ken walked back away from the cliff, inhaling deeply and taking in the dry heat of the desert. He could smell the earth and dust, the sweet desert flowers, and even a faint trace of rabbit somewhere up wind. But now was not the time for hunting, and so Ken continued on, crossing the shallow stream that ran through the valley and finally rounding the tall wooden wall into his village. There were a few older wolves gathered around a campfire talking. When they saw Ken one of the oldest raised his paw and pointed, saying something to the other tribesmen. They grinned and nodded, then turned back to their fire, picking some meat off a gazelle carcass they'd been nibbling on. As he wandered in he noticed several of the other older males watching him too, whispering to one another. The young wolf tried not to pay it any mind, though some of their stares made him feel uneasy. Ken followed the path around to his family's hut, poking his muzzle inside. "Mother!" he barked, trotting through the hanging reeds that covered the doorway. "Are you making dinner mother?"

"Yes little Ken, but none for you, remember? Your ceremony is tonight. You must fast, this is the way." His mother replied, turning away and stirring something in the clay bowl she was carrying."

"Mother! I told you not to call me little Ken! I'm a big wolf now!" Ken stamped his footpaw in protest.

"After tonight, little Ken. After tonight, we shall see. Now come, you must get ready. Your fur is dusty and your loin cloth is filthy! Go to the spring and wash yourself. I will lay out your new cloth for tonight's ceremony." she shooed him away.

"Agh, yes mother." Ken tucked his tail down and left the hut, starting on the trail toward the hot springs. The village was built around a large bubbling hot spring in the center of town. The tribe used it for bathing, cleaning, and sometimes even to heat their huts when the nights were cold. There were only 3 other wolves at the spring when he arrived, a trio of boys a few years older than him. One was sitting on the side, kicking his feet in the water while the other two stood in the pool. All three were nude, their loin cloths laid out on the nearby rocks. As Ken watched them, his sheath started to swell and he felt that funny feeling again. Oh no, not again! Why was it doing this?! Ken turned away and closed his eyes, trying not to think of their broad shoulders, strong backs, and firm rumps. Why was this making him so crazy? Maybe the hot water would help distract him, Ken thought.

He untied his loin cloth and set it next to the pool, covering himself with a paw to hide the erection he was having. As he slid into the water he felt the heat rise up his body, enveloping him from toe to chin. It was so relaxing, so warm, he closed his eyes and tried to think of something else. Flowers, rainclouds, turtles, and slowly it worked as his member shrank again and slid back into his sheath. Ken took a deep breath as he started washing himself. This kind of thing had been happening more and more recently, and he had no idea what to do about it. He asked his father about this too, but his father just said that all of his questions would be answered when he was ready. Well he was ready now, ready and frustrated. Hopefully the ceremony tonight would give him some answers.

Ken finished washing up, stepping out of the hot spring and taking care not to let his eyes linger on the other naked boys. Picking up the loincloth in his paw, he walked back to his hut nude. After all, he should look his best tonight, and he didn't want an old loin cloth to be his only garment. When he returned, his mother was already washing up and had laid out fresh clothes for him on his sleeping mat. Not just any clothes, these was his ceremonial vestments, made especially for him by his mother. "Oh mother, thank you! They're beautiful!" Ken gasped, scampering over, eager to put them on. The loin cloth was a long sash of dyed black leather that hung all the way down to his calves. Turquoise beads were inlaid around the seams and the center had a beautiful white paw print with two crossed spears behind it, the symbol of his tribe, all made of polished bone. Beside the loin cloth were 4 cuffs, each also made of dyed black leather with the same turquoise accents. He reached for one and picked it up, turning it in his paws. The other side had a sturdy weave of leather string. Another curious attachment was a thick braid of white leather, turned in a loop and woven into the cuffs. Perhaps he was meant to hang feathers of beads from the loops? Maybe he would get some special trophies tonight?

He continued to ponder about what might be in store for him that evening as he wove together the leather string on the cuffs, securing them to his wrists and ankles. Finally he donned the final piece, a beautiful black collar with a woven mixture of bone and turquoise covering the entire band. It was carefully detailed, depicting several wolves holding spears that marched all the way around to the back of his neck. The front had another strong loop of white leather, just like the cuffs did. Ken had to ask his mother to help him secure the collar, since he couldn't see the back of his neck too well. "Oh little Ken, after tonight you won't be my little pup any longer." his mother started to tear up, wrapping her arms around her son and pulling him into a hug.

"Mother, mother it's okay, I'm ready for this, I need to become a man." he answered, patting her on the back. And just then, as if somehow they knew, the distant boom of the ceremonial drums pierced the night air.

"Oh little Ken, you must go now. The elders are ready for you. You must follow the drums." she stood back up, wiping a tear from her eye and watching her pup one last time as he stood before her. Ken nodded, took a deep breath, and turned away, ducking back out of the hut and perking his ears for the drums. The cadence was slow, but it was heavy and commanding. Every drum beat was like a summons, a beckoning that he had to follow. Ken followed the sound, leading out of the walls of the village and into the desert. Some ways off he could see an orange glow, appearing to originate from the same direction as the heavy drum beat. He sped up his walk, slowly moving into a trot, then running in an all out sprint toward the sound and the glow. He felt strong, fast, agile and brave. He started running so fast he even went down on all fours, using his hand paws to dig into the desert soil, pulling him forward as his powerful legs pushed from behind. The desert dust kicked up under his paws as he ran but it would not cling to him, he was moving too fast. He felt like the wind!

The closer he got, the faster the drum beats seemed to pound, and when he finally reached the orange glow he slid to a halt and could hardly believe the sight. All the men of the tribe were gathered in huge bowl of rock. It didn't look like any sort of rock formation he'd seem before either. The ground was scraped away from the center, like something powerful had pushed it all away at once. The outer rim of the bowl was lined with blazing torches, all angled inward to light the entire circle. In the center there was another smaller ring of torches around a wooden bench, and there stood his father, along with his brother and the tribe chief. Ken stood tall on the edge of the bowl, his heart was beating fast in time with the drums as every wolf turned to look up at him. He stood there, unsure what to do, just watching and looking down at his father in the middle, then the chief raised up his arms and the drums stopped. All the tribesmen fell silent and suddenly the whole desert seemed as quiet as still water.

"Ken, son of Van, child of the wolf spear tribe, enter the circle." The tribe chief's voice boomed out, breaking the silence like a hammer. The chief was a tall wolf, handsome and strong. He wore a lavish loincloth and pauldrons, all decorated in turquoise, rubies, and other precious stones. The orange torch light flickered against his muscled chest and arms. Ken obeyed the chief, hopping down off the ledge at the edge of the stone bowl and heading straight for the center. The chief stepped forward as he approached, putting his heavy paw on Ken's shoulder. "Tonight," the chief began, addressing the whole crowd, "in this holy place, where a star fell from the sky, we welcome Ken to our brotherhood. Tonight he will join us, and he will learn what it means to be a wolf." he finished, saying the word 'wolf' with a tremendous air of pride and conviction.

Then almost immediately the crowd began in unison, "A wolf is strong. A wolf is loyal. A wolf his brave. A wolf will love his brother and defend him to the last." they all chanted. Stamping their footpaws on the ground after each point. Ken looked up and saw his father and brother as well, they too were saying the words. The chief raised his hand again and they all fell silent.

"Van, are you prepared to give your son to the tribe, so that he may share our knowledge?" The chief turned to Ken's father.

"I give my son to the wolf spear tribe, that he may be a brother, as am I." Van repeated, ceremonially.

"Then you may begin." the chief pat Ken on the shoulder one more time, then pushed him toward his father. Van reached out and took his son by the paw, smiling.

"You're 13 today son." he spoke softly to Ken, pulling him close. "This will be difficult, but I know you are very brave, and I know you can do it." The drums began again, starting with a slow rhythm. Ken's father motioned for him to stand and face the crowd. He reached under the bench and pulled up a pot of something white and thick. He dipped two of his fingers in and then drew them crossways over his son's chest. He painted the mark of two crossed spears, raising his son's paw high in the air as the crowd cheered. His father kept painting him, covering Ken's fur with intricate swirling patterns of the white mixture. It was sweet smelling and very slippery, but it clung to his fur like paint. Van covered the young wolf all the way from his ear tips to his footpaws with the pattern, but then he did something Ken did not expect. His father reached his paw up underneath Ken's loin cloth and grabbed him firmly by the sheath. He started stroking his son, gently rolling his warm balls against the white cream that covered them. He removed his son's loin cloth with his other paw, and set it aside, continuing to caress the young boy's groin.

Ken let out a shallow gasp, his erection quickly growing as his father caressed him. At first he tried to cover himself with his paws, but his father pulled them back behind, forcing him to be exposed. When Ken's member was fully grown, his father began stroking that as well, covering his length in more of the creamy white paint. Ken moaned again, getting a bit weak in the knees. The other tribesmen were all watching intently, some of them even appeared to be hard too, and a few were touching themselves down there. Ken felt very embarrassed and exposed, starting to squirm a bit more as he stood. Gradually his father stopped, but not before Ken's cock was rock hard and throbbing.

Then his father reached under the bench again and pulled out two more things. The first was a woven rope made of white leather, and the second was a large bowl made of red clay. He set the bowl at the end of the bench and then looked down again at his son, naked in the torch light. "Ken, you must lay down on the bench, on your belly." Van instructed his son. Ken did as he was told, laying down on his belly, all four limbs hanging off the sides. His father grabbed him gently by the sides and pulled him back a bit, allowing Ken's member to hang down off the end of the bench, aiming toward the bowl. Then he took the rope, running it through all of the looped leather rings on Kens ankles, wrists, and collar. "This rope represents the strong tie that you now have to your tribe. Every part of you is theirs now." he told his son, tightening the rope against the bench. The restraints were tight, but not too uncomfortable. Mostly Ken was just embarrassed, every man in the tribe had seen his genitals and he felt very vulnerable all tied up like this. His father reached down for more of the white paint, then Ken felt his tail get lifted up, as the mixture was slathered between his rump cheeks and under his tail. When he was doing so, his father even applied a bit of gently pressure to the boy's tailhole, causing his son to left out a soft gasp.

"I've been waiting a long time for this day." Van ran his paw down the painted lines on his son's back. Suddenly Ken felt something else pushing under his tail, it wasn't a finger this time, but... could it be? He looked over his shoulder, watching as his father began mounting him. Ken let out a gasp, clenching his rump, shaking nervously although his cock still throbbed with pleasure. "Oh now none of that son, you're get ready to take your father's seed." His father gave his rump a bit of a smack. Ken yelped and tried to relax his rump again. When he felt his father enter him it was an incredible mix of pain and pleasure. He felt his backside stretching and could feel each ridge and bulge of his father's cock. Even though it was hurting, it still felt right, and then something clicked in him. He wanted it, he wanted it badly, and animal lust took over his senses.

"Oh father, breed me!" he cried out with a gasp. His father responded by thrusting himself in deep, as deep as he could go. Ken felt amazing, so full and warm. When his father penetrated him pleasure shot through his whole body. It was the most incredible feeling he could describe. As the drums started getting faster, so did his father's thrusts. They kept in time, the older wolf pounding away at his son, using his tight, warm tailhole. Ken's tongue hung out, panting as his backside got thrust into over and over again. His father's moans of pleasure also got louder with the rhythm. He felt his father's cock throb and then suddenly a rush of warmth, like something had just shot inside him. He'd never felt that was before and it was incredible!

Shortly afterwards his father pulled out, walking around to the boy's front side. Ken watched his father's cock dripping seed onto the ground. "Did you... put your seed in me, father?" he asked meekly, looking up as well as he could against the rope tied to his collar.

"I've imparted my knowledge unto you son, so that you may better know what it is to be a man." he responded. Ken smiled up at his father, but then he felt another pressure at his rear. His brother, San was pushing into him now. Ken winced, it still hurt a little, but not as much as before. He looked over his shoulder and his brother grinned at him.

"You're such a tight little pup, Ken. I'm going to fuck you so hard." he growled, quickly speeding up his thrusts to match the drum beat. San wasn't nearly as gentle as his father had been. His thrusts were harder, rougher, but they still felt amazing and Ken was loving every second of it, he loved giving himself to his brother like this. He looked around at the other tribesmen as his brother took him from behind. Most of them had discarded their loincloths entirely. Several were stroking themselves, watching as the young pup got fucked and filled. Then a few of them stood up and started walking toward the center of the circle, watching him closer.

His brother kept pounding away, giving the boy's ass a hard smack, his wolf knot beginning to swell. Ken winced and let out another moan of pleasure, the knot was almost too much. It was hard and thick, throbbing against his rim with each thrust. San kept slamming his younger brother harder and harder until finally the knot popped past his tailhole and plugged him deep. Ken felt another rush of warmth, clenching around his brother's cock. His brother's seed mixed with his father's inside him, causing him to let out a moan of pleasure.

"Ooooh yes little bro, there we go. You take that cum like a pro." he gasped, trying to pull his knot back. It wouldn't pop out at first and San gave a grunt, trying again. Ken quivered with each attempt, the thickness of his brother's knot stretching him from the inside out.

"Come on San, don't hog him all night!" another voice called from behind, slapping San on the shoulder. Ken wasn't even sure who that was. Was someone else going to breed him now? It felt right when his father and brother would do it, but having someone else inside him? Ken moaned as San pulled his knot back again, starting to get nervous. It didn't take too much longer, but San was eventually able to pull out, leaving his brother's tailhole a dripping mess. With two male's cum inside him now, he was starting to feel a bit full, but something told him this was far from over.

After his brother San pulled out, another tribesmen thrust right back in. It was a younger wolf, maybe a little older than his brother, but with just as much vigor. Ken's tailhole got used again, the wolf fucking and rocking him back and forth. Even though he was afraid he wasn't going to like it, something about this other male he didn't know cumming inside him was really making him excited. Being used like this felt so satisfying. He longed desperately to be able to touch himself as his cock as it throbbed over the side of the bench. Soon he felt the other wolf cum inside him too as the older male howled in pleasure. And no sooner was he finished, than another cock took its place. Ken moaned and gasped, he just kept getting fucked, he kept getting used. When his father said he would belong to the tribe, he never imagined it would be like this, not that he minded now. Cum dripped from his tailhole with each added load, dripping down into the bowl below him.

After about the 5th or 6th load of cum in his ass Ken couldn't take it anymore. His own cock erupted with seed, splashing into the bowl below. His seed mixed with the drippings of his other kinsmen and Ken shivered in pleasure, taking a deep breath and trying to recover. But there was no rest for the weary. Another wolf came up behind him, mounting the boy once again and taking him deep, forcing the pup to take his cock. And so it went on, nearly every wolf in the tribe had a turn at his tailhole. Soon he was so full of cum that his belly started to distend, they were filling him to the brim. Anything that couldn't fit in his rear dripped down and landed in the bowl below. He even came a couple more times himself, howling as he drained his balls, enraptured by the pleasure. Not all of the wolves had mounted him, some had just blown their seed while watching, stroking themselves with their paws. He lost count overall, but if he had to guess, he would say nearly two dozen wolves had bred his tailhole.

When it seemed the last wolf had finally had his way, the chief raised his hand. "Brother Ken, you are now filled with the knowledge of the men of this tribe, planted as a seed that it may flourish and grow within you. And now I shall give you the knowledge of a chief." The tribe chief undid the ties on his loin cloth, revealing his truly massive member. The chief's cock was almost as big as Ken's arm, and the young pup's eyes went wide as he watched the chief stroke himself hard. How was he ever going to be able to take a cock that big, and not just that, but the chief had massive balls too. He was probably brimming with seed, ready to fill and cover every last inch of the boy.

Well Ken didn't have too long to wonder about it, because the Chief quickly came around behind the boy and mounted him too, rubbing his thick throbbing shaft between the boy's cum-slicked cheeks. Ken shivered in pleasure, trying to relax his already abused rump so that he could take the chief's massive cock. The chief pushed his tip up tight, spreading the boy's rump with his paws and pressed in hard and deep. Ken moaned loudly as the chief entered him. The huge male slowly pressed every inch of his member in deeply until Ken thought he would burst. His belly swelled as the massive cock throbbed and thrust into him. The chief fucked hard and deep, each thrust felt like an amazing orgasm all it's own. Ken nearly passed out from the incredible sensation, and finally the chief shot his seed as well. The rush was incredible and the chief kept his cock in deep the whole time. But still there was so much cum that it leaked around the walls of the boy's tailhole and down over his sheath. The chief pulled his massive cock out and a gush of cum followed, sloshing into the bowl below, which was now overflowing with seed from nearly every man in the tribe.

"You will make a fine wolf, brother Ken." the chief stood back up, stepping aside and watching the collapsed, quivering pup on the bench. As he lay there, his father started untying the ropes that were holding him in place, but Ken was still too exhausted to move.

"There's just one trial left, my son. You must now drink of the tribe's combined knowledge." His father reached down and lifted the bowl, filled with creamy warm cum. Ken felt weak, but slowly he sat up, taking a deep breath. He took the bowl in his father's hands, letting the older wolf help him back to his feet. Ken stood holding the bowl, looking down at it, and then slowly he lifted it to his muzzle. The young wolf drank as much as he could, pausing to swallow and take breaths, but mostly it just dripped down his cheeks and chest, covering him from head to toe. It mixed with the markings on his chest and dropped down his fur, there was no way to tell where the paint ended and the cum began. The taste was strong and musky, but the scent was incredible. He swallowed every drop that he could. When the bowl was empty he collapsed to his knees, exhausted, used, and completely soaked in cum and full in both ends.

His father pat him on the shoulder and smiled. "Congratulations son, you are now a man."