You luckily don't deserve it yet.

"He hasn't passed the trials, he does not deserve those." Diallo dismissed Lieutenant Williams' request immediately, although he did turn to consider her Amazonian figure eying her firm tits appreciatively. "Would you want your tits done? I could pierce those fat nipples and mark you as a **** owner." You almost laughed as you saw your mistress recoil as the tables were turned. You realized how lucky for you his answer was as your owner lacked all consideration for your poor dick, Lisa recovered quickly though and with a shrug of indifference she asked about the trials.

"A shame, I hope he gets to pass them one day. So, how do you proceed?" asked Lisa.

"That's a man thing, not for female to know. We go to the den of brethren and he comes back a man. As for the trials, he wouldn't survive them yet." The scarred old man told her harshly.

"Don't bring him back too late, I might need him." Once again, Williams showed little concern for what would happen to your unblemished skin as you were led away.

What they called the den of brethren was something like a bar or a private club, there were comfy chairs in animal hides stuffed with dried moss and lots of things to drink or smoke. Anything apparently was matter to celebration and a carved reminder on the flesh.

You were offered the central spot on a chair near a glowing coal brassier with three white-hot metal bars in it.

"Alex the ****, lived with women. He didn't get the marks he deserves and today he earned more. I will give him his first honor mark, like a father would do for a son." Shouted Mr Diallo to the crowd gathered. Everyone here was naked as to show his whole body. More and more you begin to understand that these honor markings were the true source of status on this world, showing them all was akin to bragging.

All around you in this smoke-filled room men drank from huge beaten bronze goblets. You tasted yours cautiously, a mixture of Golden tits milk, **** and a few herbs and roots from the jungle that made the walls wavy and the colors spining in your face.

Seeing what was coming you drank as much as you could to numb you to the pain to come.

Lines and dots, parallel or crossed with the dots, above, on or between the lines were branded on your skin. Once done a cream was immediately applied to it that fixed the scar and stopped the pain.

Crossing lines with complex dots on your arm to show that you were smart and good with computers and machines were circling your tattoo. You were more than half out of it, you drank about half as much today than you did in your whole life before this point, it allowed you to suffer the honoring ceremony without cries or screams of pain. During one of your more lucid moments Mr. Diallo explained a little of what you were being given.

"This one is special, some marks give you rights, even as a ****. " said your initiator as he showed you a complex brand that he would put to your chest. Four circles in a square shape with dots in their centers. "With this you can ask for a full glass of Golden tits milk in any house once a day and they will give it to you without question."

You saw that he had the same one, given the rich fatty cream they called milk here you were now assured to never starve as long as you had access to a town or village.

"Mister Diallo, is there a way for a **** to gain his freedom?" you asked him.

"Yes offworlder there are ways. Once you get enough marks or enough inserts (he pointed to the piercings on his cock) then you become a free man." Even drunk and in shock from the pain, you were stunned to learn that he knew who you were.

"but... " you began.

"We are not stupid White-skin, everyone saw through your friend's game the first time she came here. We just don't care, she is of the people and if she want to live here it is her right. You and the girl are not brother and sister either, or you have strange habits were you come from, I saw you look at her."

"Won't we get in trouble? " you asked.

"Why? Your mistress is a free woman and you are slaves, if one day you become free you would have deserved it. Now for the next brand I need to know. One line for the first free woman in your bed and one more each time you double, one dot for each **** and one more each time you triple. How much do I mark?" he said showing his hip where there was a spiral made of many straight lines with dots on all the length of it.

The men here each kept a tally of their exploits in all domains, women, hunting, money, property... Being a **** and owning nothing was less debilitating than having a skin bare of all marks, some of the men in the den had collars and could enjoy a night of drinking all the same, but they had a lot of marks and piercings.

"One dot..." you said in a soul crushing sob, even the younger boys allowed here (about 15 or 16 years old) had three or four lines and as many dots.

"Maybe you will add one line soon, your owner seems to like your new tool." Diallo laughs before marking you. You expected laughter, mockery or disdain but it wasn't happening, either all other men were too drunk to have heard or they had rules about making fun of people while in this den.

You were not really happy to have anyone you crossed knowing how many girls you had sex with, especially with the number being only one but it would at least be better than for them to think you a virgin. (they would have been right not long ago)

Your painful marking was over, and as the men cheered your new status and more drinks were offered by the men in the den. You did manage to get a text message to your crewmates about the fact that your cover was blown from the start and that no one gave a shit about it, but not much else before having to be carried home.

When you arrived Lisa was waiting for you, but when she saw how drunk you were she sent you to the **** quarters to sleep off the booze.

Nawimbe was there waiting for you and looked with interest at your marks, reading your life on your skin. You sadly were unable to do much and despite your erection had little hope of succeeding in fucking her. Not a bit distraught about your state she began to suck on your dick. Your first blow job, you thought. Is there a marking for that or is it beneath concern?

The fast action of her skillful tongue on the very excited head of your grown penis was giving you sensations that were unmatched in your life. (the heavy amount of various **** in your body might have been responsible for a part of it but you preferred to think it would always be like that.)

Once you balls empty and your dick soft she came to hug you, having seen how much you liked it the day before. (most men don't like to have company while sleeping on this world, you couldn't for your life figure out why.)

You fell asleep or maybe **** with her hot flesh pressed against yours.