Hello this is Matt. Today I met the Leader of the Ciont'i tribe. It was an old man, sadly dressed the same as
Cobar but with more body paint and a braid of feathers. My father wasn't allowed at this point since he was
neither a tribe member, nor a prospect I suppose. The leader began speaking about the virtues of the Ciont'i,
but it was to long to retell and I have already transcript it for my fathers journal. The point I was getting
at was that the leader finally accepted me to join the tribe, however I would have to take my place as any
other member
First off Cobar said he told me, my clothes were to bright and constraining and no other member of the tribe
wore them. If I wanted to stay I had to take them off. This made me very self-conscious since although I
believe that I don't have a bad body, I'm a little underdeveloped. However the leader doesn't give a choice
and a pair of native woman, who wore only a loincloth by the way began to strip me down to nothing. I stood
there even more naked that the natives around me. My dirty blond hair and pale milky complexion contrasting
their natural cooper skin made my nudity even more noticeable.
At least the leader was satisfied, and ordered Cobar to take me where I was going to be staying. Before going
out I asked him if I could have one of those horn-like garments, but my heart sank when Cobar told me that I
couldn't.
You see I had become a Ciont'i, but that didn't meant I would have any special treatment. Perhaps it would be
best to explain some things about the Ciont'i. First off I have already commented on Cobar and the leader
attires, that's what the Ciont'i regular wear. Then there was the women, that as I have already pointed out go
around topless. This is as my father explained because there are some women called the Chiches that has
breasts the size of watermelons, this is because they breastfed the children of the tribe with them. But there
are some women that had normal boobs(at any point I was seeing to many boobs for my exposed dick to behave),
Cobar explained that the Chiches eat a special fruit that made their tits to enlarge like that. And lastly the
children, who were everyone under the age of 10, simply went about naked, more over children couldn't leave
the village surroundings, since they were deemed to small.
Cobar explained that, at least for boys, the garment was a symbol of maturity, after the age of 10 or so they
had a ceremony where the leader (who was also a shaman) sent them on a quest, if they succeeded they'll become
men and allowed to wear the garment, but if he failed he had to wait a whole year to take the test again.
Cobar confessed he had to take the test again before pass it, and some even had to retake it four more times.
In fact I saw another boy our age still naked, as me (I'll later learn his name to be Jayal) but evidently
more developed. Although the most shocking of all he was sucking on the tit of a Chiche woman.
Cobar explained that the Ciont'i women with small breast were gatherers and brought nuts and fruit for
themselves and the Chiche, while the men hunted. However no one, with the exception of the Chiche women and
the shaman leader were allowed to eat if they didn't brought anything, AND since children couldn't leave they
couldn't eat neither the fruit, or the seeds or the meat brought by the others, that's why the Chiches existed
to provide nourishment for them.
Before we arrived to were I would be staying, I wanted to pee, Cobar join me by the bushes. And then I notice
something, his garment didn't have any stings holding it in place, but before I wondered how it stayed in
place, Cobar took it off like sheet out of a sword, and join me in the golden stream, yes he had a boner, he
was standing still, worse, he had been erected this whole time! No scratch that every man in this village most
be perennially horny to keep those in place. (And to add to my discomfort, he almost doubled my size).
He took me to a hut were other 3 naked boys were and a Chiche was watching over them. He told me that this was
were they kept children, he had to go now since it was getting late and he had to hunt something. Since I
didn't spoke a word of their language he taught me three words, chichi: meant I was hungry/thirsty, tlaco: I
was sleepy, tunka: I had to pee/poo. For anything else just to try nod or shook. He would come later to take
me with my father.