learning your place

You had to find something, to make yourself so useful that anyone proposing you'll stay rubbing boy would be laughed at.

The task had no end, no matter how good you were, how fast you were, before you finished the last female the first one was starting to smell again.

The worse of the smell came of their asscracks, difficult of access and their pussies (the inside of it, you were expected to go shoulder deep in them with the small oily rag, )

You were beginning to see angry looks in the males as they were fucking little skinny females and you were honored by the very large ogrelike Matriarch and elder females.

It was hard work and you were rewarded at night for your effort by some gropping in your short sleep, squished between the walls of flesh of their bodies.

Fresh bucket, new rag, same day. At the end of the morning you couldn't take it anymore. You explained that you wanted to try new things and have another role.

Having one of the most honored fonction in the tribe, that of tending to the females bodies, your request sounded as a power grab to them but the conciliatory Matriarch (the flavians don't use names which was confusing) offered to let you try what you wanted between each oiled female.

You grew up in a jungle of metal and technology, the rude environment and crude materials made all you skills useless here. You couldn't climb trees and most task the flavians worked on required the use of their four arms.

Given the efforts you gave the Matriarch, amused by your failures, gave you another task on top of the first.

You were **** to escape your duty as rubbing boy, especially after discovering another aspect of their culture. But would have hoped to switch and not add it to yours.

You were now in charge of washing the drop catchers after their use. It meant cleanning spunk from their holes and body but gave you a chance to bathe Diana when she would come back from the hunt.

A small group of gatherers came back with a full basket of long green roots.

The females all ran to take one to chew on. You got an explanation for the clean backholes of the females.

Flavian have very strongh and well lubed sphincters, making the evacuation buisiness quick and perfectly clean. It also gave them a skill, the ability to emite long modulated flatulences.

As other people would sing working, the group of females began to play joyful tunes from their asses.

They played alone or in group, be it duet or battle, rivaling of skill to outdo themselves, with little regards for who was behind them.(or between their cheeks oiling them.)

The smell was not as bad as their bodies but having hot musical air blasted in your face was disturbing, given where it came from.

The concert was suddenly interrupted.

The sound of two mag pistols firing in full auto in the jungle resonated. They only stopped after long enough for the clips to empty. Then two sharp detonations made the whole tribe jump in the air and hide in the trees. You were stuffed under the arms of one female.

Your screams for help and calls for Diana unanswered.