CHAPTER 1: Jago's Revenge!

Proving himself in the boar hunt, Jago asserts his right to challenge the chief for the mantle of leadership. Arriving at the clearing first, he can not help but feel awe at the holy fight pit... Countless generations of chieftains have assumed the role of tribe leader here... Kneeling he scoops up a handful of the golden sand, letting it course slowly through his fingers... At long last the time has come to avenge his father's death! Between the effects of the kestral blood all warriors imbibe before sacred combat, his excitement and anticipation threaten to overwhelm him...! "Enjoying yourself, boy?" a gruff voice sounds suddenly. Startled, Jago looks over his shoulder. "Uncle!" The elder barbarian frowns. "Uncle, is it? You have not yet beaten me, boy... I am still your chief!" Jago climbs to his feet. "I meant no offence, sir... It is only that you startled me!" The chief sneers. "Ha! Is this not the appointed time and place? Or perhaps you mean you were startled by the sight of my enraged flesh!" Unable to help himself; Jago stares down at the hard battering ram jutting from the elder man's groin. Neither can he disguise his admiration. "It is indeed an impressive member...!" The chief continues to scoff. "Well, under the circumstances I can see that you might find it impressive...! Perhaps you will now reconsider your challenge!" Jago gasps. "On the contrary, uncle...! I am more determined than ever that we must do battle. Your great member shall make a fine trophy!"

Suddenly the chief's hand darts out and closes around Jago's cock and balls! Taken completely offguard, the young barbarian can only emit a helpless, choking yelp...! "So, boy," the mighty chief growls, "you will claim my manhood as your prize? Not if I crush yours first!" "But uncle...!" Jago cries, grabbing hold of the elder man's arm with both hands. Even through his panic, the young barbarian can not help but note the granite-like solidity of his opponent's massive biceps. Suddenly the great chief roars, tightening his crushing grip even more. "I have warned you against calling me that, boy! Do you not realize what an affront to me is our shared blood? My father was far too free with his seed, but even among my many worthless half-brothers, the one who spawned you was particularly pathetic! A shame that I failed to do to him what I am about to do to you... Before he could impregnate your mother!" Blinding pain shoots out to every point of Jago's body. Never has he felt such unendurable agony... Nor such overwhelming strength! The combination proves more than the poor young warrior can bear. Suddenly Jago's cock throbs within his uncle's vice-like grip. Both warriors look down just as a tiny jet of creamy jism shoots from the tip of the younger barbarian's cock. "What's this?!" the elder man roars. "Oh... Y-yes, sir..." Jago sighs, swaying drunkenly before fainting dead away. Releasing the unconscious barbarian, the chief watches in dismay as Jago sinks heavily to his knees... ...Then falls facedown in the sand. "Well, well, well..." the elder man growls, noticing for the first time the splat of jism that struck his massive cock. "That was certainly unexpected...!" TO BE CONTINUED...