Date: Mon, 14 Mar 2016 14:03:31 +0000
From: tpickles <tpickles2@gmail.com>
Subject: Thai Pan - Chapter 11

THAI PAN : A JUNGLE TALE

My latest story for Nifty takes a quite different approach to my
previous stories (for a list of which, please see the end of this
chapter). This is a more timeless tale. You could regard it as more of
a sexual fable or myth -- with its roots deep in our collective
history, culture and traditions as gay men and male tribes. The tale
involves teenage boys and their discoveries with each other, and with
a few men as mentors or guides. It is set deep in a jungle forest
amidst myths, rituals, rites, taboos, initiation and elderhood.

....................... The ending of Chapter 10 ......................

"That was incredible to watch," said Win, the first to speak, giving
me a hug. The other boys pulled me up off the platform. Despite the
fact that I was covered in cum, they all pressed in close, hugging,
touching, reassuring. Most of the boys seemed to be naked too - in so
far as I could tell from the press of flesh, the poke of some hard
cocks, and the rubbing of softer ones (- the ones I assumed had
already cum). We shuffled across towards the fire. I looked around the
group. All were smiling back at me. I could see drying cum glistening
on at least two bodies. It felt incredibly fraternal and bonding.

"We really admire you," offered Chet, "Watching those guys standing
over you and wanking was so hot I had to cum myself, but really - the
way you simply enabled them to have their pleasure shows what a great
leader you are."

"You certainly have my respect," chimed in Nong, "I'm not sure I could
have done that in your place."

"I certainly couldn't!" said Deep. I looked across the circle to him,
acknowledging his comment, and noticing that on this occasion his
reticence about exposing his body seemed to have lifted: his long
gra-juu was pointing straight out ahead of him, almost touching the
next boy; he looked like he could probably cum again.

"Enough!" I replied. "I think I should really go and get showered.
You're welcome to come and join me too if you wish!"



CHAPTER 11

During the next day I spoke with Nong and Kong in private. I wanted to
ask them if they would be prepared to strip off sometimes around the
village and be seen naked by the other boys. I mentioned my earlier
conversation with Deep, and how he had been bullied and jeered by
others back home about the size of his gra-juu. He had become very
sensitive about this and felt that somehow he was 'not normal'. As a
result, he had started to hide his body from view. I was encouraging
him to reveal himself and lose his sense of shame around the village.
My request to Nong and Kong was to demonstrate that nudity and
different body appearances were completely acceptable.

Both boys agreed. Kong went as far as to say "As you've probably
noticed, we don't have any difficulty in revealing our bodies! We love
playing and enjoying ourselves naked. Sure, we can strip off sometimes
if this will help Deep. Actually, I think he has a really beautiful
body for a young teenager. I'd love to see a whole lot more of his
naked butt."

Later that day, the tactic seemed to be working. Nong and Kong were
going off to work in the vegetable fields. They announced this after
lunch, and because it was quite sticky and warm, they told everyone
that they proposed to go naked, wearing just a hat to keep the sun off
their heads. "If we go naked, you'll also be able to tell us apart,"
added Kong mischievously.  When they did set off some time later, they
called out to Deep to ask if he wanted to join them. He readily
agreed; his eyes were clearly glued to the sight of the two naked
older boys. Although he wore his gra-juu cloth when he left the
village with them, he was naked on their return. All three boys' cocks
were swinging free between their legs as they walked. There was a
voyeuristic part of me that tried to assess whether their cocks were
swollen in any way - and whether they'd been sharing in any more
physical fun during their time together in the fields.

Deep told me later that it had been really easy to spend the afternoon
with these two boys. They had not suggested that he copy them, but
working together in the fields had made it easy for him to undress
completely. When they'd finished their work, all three had found a
water pool used for storing irrigation water at the edge of the field,
and they'd gone in to cool down. As they were drying off in the sun
afterwards, Kong had complimented Deep on his gra-juu, telling him
that he was envious of something so long. This had made Deep start to
grow erect, and he'd noticed a similar reaction from Kong's body. He
never did reveal to me whether anything further had happened between
them!

The example set by Nong and Kong, and taken up by Deep, prompted a
wider change in attitude amongst the boys living in the village. I
noticed an increasing level of nudity - not just in and around the
river, but as boys went about their daily routines in the village and
the surrounding fields. Sometimes it wasn't practical to be naked - as
when working with the animals, or gathering timber from the forest -
but at other times, with lighter work or socialising, it seemed to
become more and more common. Boys would go take a shower and then
emerge naked to dry in the sun or talk with their friends. Of course,
people took a keen interest in each other's bodies, but with time, the
novelty of this began to wear off. The boys just enjoyed being naked
in each other's company.

This also led to more overt sexual play. Sometimes a boy would swap
huts for a night, in order to share the bed of a different boy. Boys
taking a shower together, or relaxing by the river, would often sport
an erection - and this quite frequently led to hands touching and
mutual wanking. Sometimes a pair of boys would wander into the trees
for some more privacy, though quite often they were happy for their
sexual play to be witnessed by anyone else who happened to be around.
A couple of times when I was working out in the fields myself, I
noticed a couple moving beneath a field shelter for some shade and
then fucking each other in various positions.

Deep seemed to have taken a liking for me after our conversation
together and as his confidence amongst the other boys grew. One
evening, as some of us were preparing to retire to our huts, he came
up to me and asked if he could spend the night in my hut. I asked him
if anything was wrong. "No, nothing's wrong. It's just that I'd like
to sleep close to you tonight - if that's ok with you." I didn't know
whether he just wanted some different company, or whether he had
something else on his mind. Anyway, I agreed, and alerted Win to the
fact that Deep might be joining us in the bedroom. His response was
"Oh, I wondered how long that would take. He's been looking at you for
several days now!"

I was the first to arrive in the bedroom and went for a shower. As I
was showering, I heard Win and Deep climb the steps and enter the hut.
A couple of minutes later, Deep appeared in the bathroom. I'd stepped
out of the shower and was drying myself off. He came up to me and
hugged me: "Thank you," he said. I gave him a light kiss and retired
to bed as Deep and then Win took their turns to shower.

Deep climbed onto the bed naked, his long cock hanging down between
his thighs. "Is it all right if I sleep between you and Win on the
bed?" he asked. I replied that it was fine. I still wasn't sure quite
what he wanted but I knew that if I didn't push it, I would find out
before too long. When Win got into bed on the other side, the three of
us enjoyed a huddle together with Deep as the filling in the sandwich.
As I turned onto my back to prepare for sleep, Deep spoke quietly:
"Pan - you know when you helped me out by the gate - when I got
excited and you touched me and told me just to be myself?" I nodded in
the dark. "Well, I'd really like to repay you and show you how much I
appreciate what you're doing for me." I told him there was no need for
that, that it was part of my role as the leader to help all boys, but
he insisted. "No, I really want to give you something back - something
I can do for you - something that I hope you will enjoy." As he spoke,
his hand moved across onto my belly. "Please - will you let me repay
you in the same way as you helped me?" he pleaded.

"Are you sure?" I asked, "You don't have to at all."

"But I want to. Each time I see you, I want to." By now, his hand had
travelled downwards until he was touching my gra-juu. "I keep thinking
about this and I just want to do the same to you." I relented - by now
I understood that he wanted to have some play with me, and the way my
cock was already responding indicated to him that I was certainly up
for it.

He took hold of my thickening member, and started to bring me to full
hardness. I looked across the bed to Win to check his reaction; he
grinned broadly, as if he had every intention of being about to enjoy
the show. By now, Deep was sitting up in the bed beside me. He shifted
his position until he was kneeling. He pushed the bedding back to
expose me fully. His hand continued to jerk me. Then he lowered his
head forward until he could take me into his mouth. I let out a loud
groan. The sensations of his warm, soft mouth, his moist lips, and his
wet tongue playing across my engorged cock were amazing. It certainly
seemed as though he knew what he was doing. If he was going to treat
me, then I was determined to enjoy it. This slim, smooth, brown boy
must be two or three years younger than me, but he was really waking
up my body and making me incredibly horny. His mouth started working
up and down on my cock. He must be able to open his throat, because
virtually the whole of my length was disappearing into his mouth. He
lifted his face up to remove a loose pubic hair from his lips and
looked at me, grinning. "Maybe I'm enjoying this just as much as you!"
When his head went back down, it was to work on my balls. One of his
hands worked to push my legs further apart and then he buried his face
deep into my root, licking and sucking all the time. I groaned loudly
again with the pleasure of it. As he leant down, his slender boy ass
had come more into view. I instinctively put my hand out to caress his
cheeks. He responded by wriggling his bum. As his face worked across
my inner thighs, perineum, balls and cock, my hand started to knead
and squeeze the flesh of his buttocks, and my fingers ran into his
crack, repeatedly passing over his butt-hole. I wondered if he'd ever
been fucked - and quite who amongst all the village boys might be
given the privelege. For several minutes we both worked on each other.
My hand passed through between his thighs and found the base of his
cock. The other end of his long gra-juu was poking into my hips. My
hand felt along as much of his length as I could reach. He moved one
leg to straddle across my chest, still facing down my body, and I now
had full access to his boyish bum and the long ruler poking out on the
other side. Meanwhile, he was maintaining a fast pace on my cock. As
his mouth closed around me again, I closed my eyes and imagined what
it might be like to be poking into his ass. My hands held his hips
above me as I felt my own seed rising. I called out a warning to him
that I was about to cum, but he continued without let-up. My first
blast of spunk must have filled most of his mouth. I could feel some
of it leak from his mouth and start to run down the length of my cock
as I fired a second load. He pulled off me to watch the third and
fourth globs pulse out of my cockhead and pool on my belly. He slowly
straightened up and resumed his kneeling position beside me. He looked
at me with a wide grin across his face. "I've been wanting to do that
for days!" he said, "I hope you enjoyed it too." I nodded and smiled
back at him. As my cock rested across my belly, his full length was
pointing directly out across me. His hand reached down to scoop up my
seed which he proceeded to smear along his gra-juu. "I need some
lubrication," he explained, "For my nightly wank." And he used his
hand to wipe and smear another load.

"That was really hot to watch," whispered Win from across the bed,
where he'd been lying on his side and watching us both. I could see
that he was quietly stroking himself too.  He turned to look up at
Deep. "I don't know what you like doing, Deep. It would be great to
see you wank yourself and cum all over Pan. I've done that myself
before now because he has such a great body. But if you want to cum
inside someone, I would love to try and take your cock. I can't take
all of it, but I'd love to see how much I can manage. I can try and
suck you off, or if you want to, you can try fucking me. Pan knows
that I love getting fucked."

As Win was speaking, Deep turned to listen and look at his body. His
hand reached out to grab his cock. "Yes, sure, that would be great.
I've fucked once or twice before so I think I know what I'm doing.
Maybe you can teach me some more. If I try to fuck you, how would you
like me to do it?"

"I think you need to lie down on your back, then I can sit on your
cock. I don't think I can take all of you, but that way I can stop
when it's too much."

Deep quickly scooted around to lie on the bed next to me. His hand was
still smearing my juices along his whole length. Win reached down to
the floor and picked up the discarded bottle of oil we'd used before;
he poured some into his hand and then used his fingers to oil up his
crack and ass. He knelt across Deep's hips to position himself. Deep
was holding himself and I watched closely as he wiped his long cock
along the length of Win's crack, across his ass-cheeks, and poked at
his root. He didn't hurry. He clearly realised the importance of
preparation! Meanwhile Win was holding his very hard cock in front of
him, stroking himself and urging Deep on. "I'm ready, I'm ready. I
want to feel you inside me." He knelt upwards and used his hands to
pull apart his buttocks. I watched as Deep lined himself up at Win's
exposed hole. He held himself still and in position, as Win very
slowly let himself down onto the waiting column. "Aarghh," he cried as
his sphincter muscles relaxed enough for Deep's cockhead to slip
inside. Win waited, breathing deeply to relax and accommodate the
intrusion. Then he slowly let his thighs subside as more of Deep's
long cock was buried inside his body. I pushed myself up and crawled
to the other end of the bed to see just how much Win was able to take.
Around half of Deep's cock had disappeared. I let my fingers play on
the length that was still exposed, seeking to increase the boy's
pleasure even more. With my other hand, I played with Win's ass and
crack, encouraging him to relax and accept even more. By now, Win had
started to rise and fall on Deep, fucking himself on the boys long
tool. I returned to the top of the bed and lay down again. I started
to play with the boy's nipples, squeezing and pinching them; his gasps
and noises encouraged me to play even more. I bent over his face and
knelt forward to kiss him. As my lips touched his, his mouth opened
wide and we were quickly tonguing each other. I could feel the bed
moving up and down as Win fucked his ass on Deep's cock. I could see
with one eye that Win was also stroking himself hard. Whatever the
discomfort of taking such a long cock into his body, he'd certainly
not lost his own erection. Deep's lithe body started to move on the
bed. His head was twisting side-to-side as he strove to kiss more
deeply into my mouth. My hand was pinching and twisting one nipple and
then the other on his smooth chest. And his slender hips had started
to buck upwards as he sought to become more active in the penetration
of Win's ass above him. A deep noise started to rise from Deep's
throat and I could sense his rising orgasm. He broke from my mouth and
jerked his whole body upwards. Having seen him cum on at least two
previous occasions, I could image the forceful jet that he was
shooting deep inside Win. As before, it seemed to go on for quite some
time! When at last his body subsided, Win urged him: "Don't pull out!
I want to hold you there whilst I cum."  We both turned to look at
him. On his knees, straddling Deep, with Deep's long cock still shoved
into his ass, Win was continuing to fuck himself whilst rapidly
jerking his cock towards orgasm. With several gasps, he ejaculated
four long strings of cum across Deep's prone body. The latter's
instinct was again to scoop some up with his hand and bring it to his
mouth. Win slowly relaxed and let Deep's cock slide out of his ass
with an audible noise. He moved to lie on top of the younger boy, and
I tried to hold them both in my arms. We murmured a few things to each
other about the whole experience. It had clearly been stimulating,
adventurous and very exciting for all of us.

The shared shower that followed offered quite a contrast: sensual
touches, gentle caresses, soft kisses, pleasurable body rubbing, and
intimate fondling. Unsurprisingly, we all three slept deeply within
minutes of getting back onto the bed.

oOo

A few days later my leadership skills were again called upon. Win had
already warned me that there was increasing tension amongst some of
the newer boys to arrive in the village. Now I was to hear about it
first-hand.

It was Billy who approached me first. He was very nervous and from the
look on his face it would seem that he had been crying recently. I
knew that he and Jaz had been sharing a bedroom with the slightly
older boy Moon in the same hut as Chet, Ton and Deep. Deep had told me
some stories about how these three boys from the same village didn't
always seem to get on too well together. When I saw Billy's distress I
decided to take him to one side. I asked Chet to come and join us, and
together we found a quiet area just inside my own hut where we would
not be overheard.

"I can see you're upset, Billy," I began, "Do you want to tell me
anything of what's been happening and why you feel like this?"

"I just want to go home," he replied, "I can't stay here any longer.
But I don't know how to get there anymore." Again, he looked very
close to tears.

"Something must be happening to make you feel like this," I continued.
"I've seen you walking and working around the village -- mostly with
Jaz and Moon. Have you fallen out with them? You can always move in
with some other boys if you would prefer that," I offered.

It took a lot of coaxing to persuade Billy to tell us more of what was
going on. Chet was able to help by reporting on some of his
experiences of sharing the same hut with these three boys; apparently
he'd overheard them arguing and Moon being very aggressive or
demanding of the other two younger boys. When I started to hear Moon's
name being mentioned more and more, all my apprehension about this boy
re-surfaced. I'd thought he was a little arrogant and self-centred
when he first arrived ahead of his two friends. Now I was beginning to
hear more about his behaviour and attitude.

"Moon keeps telling us what we have to do," began Billy. "I want to
stay friends with him but he's not always nice to me -- or to Jaz.
Sometimes he's just lazy and gets us to do his share of the work. But
he's older than us and we've always regarded him as the leader of our
little group, so it's very difficult to argue with him. He likes to
get his own way." Billy gave us several examples of Moon's behaviour
which I don't think anyone else had witnessed outside their little
group. It sounded like he could be quite a bully. Chet later told me
that he sometimes adopted a similar attitude towards other younger
boys, such as Ton and Deep.

I reminded Billy of our group rules, and how maintaining respect for
everyone else was really important. I asked him whether he thought
Moon had been breaking these rules.

"Well, most of the time he's OK -- but sometimes he just makes you do
things. It's like he wants to take care of himself all the time, but
doesn't always care about other people's feelings."  I asked Billy to
give me some examples. His head hung down and he didn't want to look
at me. I sensed there was some shame or embarrassment about these
stories. I waited patiently until he felt ready to say some more.
After a couple of minutes, it was Chet who reminded Billy that there
was no problem in being truthful -- that no matter what had happened we
were happy to listen and try to help. Billy's head stayed down and his
hands were fidgeting. I think he would have run out of the hut and
pretend the conversation had never happened if he could. As it was, we
remained sitting with him, encouraging him to tell us more of what had
really been going on.

Eventually, he began to mumble more of the story. "Well -- you know how
some of the boys fool around with each other? They play with their
gra-juu, and play with each other." Again, he paused, and we both
nodded and affirmed that lots of the boys were playing around like
that and that it was quite natural with so many teenage boys together.
"Well -- Moon likes to do that too. It started about a year or two
before we left the village. He's older than us and he was the one that
showed us what we could do as we were growing up. At first, he was
like an older brother to us. He showed us this stuff and it was -- you
know -- fun and exciting. We all really liked it. We would go off into
the jungle together and we would take off our shorts and play with
ourselves. Moon was a lot bigger than us then and Jaz and I would
watch him to see what he could do. It seemed like he was so
experienced. Then he started asking us to do things with him. He
wanted us to touch and hold his gra-juu. That was OK because we got to
see what an older boy was like. But then he wanted us to put it in our
mouths. His gra-juu head gets quite big when he's hard and it would
fill my mouth. Sometimes he tasted fully -- like he wasn't always clean
-- and that wasn't nice. He tried to hold my head and force his gra-juu
in and out of my mouth until he shot his white stuff.  Then one day he
got hold of Jaz and pulled his shorts off him in the jungle. Moon is
much stronger than us. It's hard to fight back against him. He pushed
Jaz over a fallen tree and made him spread his legs wide apart. Then
he took his hard gra-juu and pushed it into Jaz's bum. Jaz started to
shout and scream, and Moon tried to stop him. Moon was very excited
and fucking him quite hard. Afterwards Jaz was really hurting. That
happened a few months ago. And since then, Moon has been wanting us to
suck on him or let us be fucked by him most days. He really likes it
here with the other lost boys. He watches them play together and have
sex. Sometimes he goes off into the forest with one of the other boys
and I know what they will be doing together.  Then at night, back in
our shared bedroom, he wants to do the same stuff with Jaz and me. To
begin with it was fun, but now he doesn't seem to care about us -- he
just wants to use us for his pleasure." Billy stopped his story and
for the first time in several minutes, he looked up to check our
reactions.

"I can see that Moon has been taking advantage of you, Billy, and not
treating you with respect. But I wonder  what's happened in the last
day or two that made you come and talk with me today?"

Billy's head went down again as he struggled to find a response. "Um ...
well ... it's like he just doesn't stop. It's no fun anymore."

"Can you say what's changed?"

"Err ... it's like he keeps finding different things that he wants us to
try out with him. And some of them are not so nice. Recently we were
working in the fields together and he wanted to take a piss. He told
us to take our clothes off and lie down on the ground. Then he started
to piss all over us. Now every time we have a shower, he wants to pee
on us. Yesterday he told me to swallow his pee and he put it straight
in my mouth. And ... And ... Now he's talking about shitting ... and what he
would like to do with that. It's just too much. I don't want that. I
don't want to feel like his slave any more. I want to be treated
properly."

After hearing Billy's complaints, I consulted with Chet. He said he
had been worried about Moon for some time because he seemed to be
quite selfish in his attitude around the village. He could be helpful
when he wanted to be but usually this meant that he was also looking
for some advantage for himself. He thought that Ton and Deep were also
avoiding too much contact with Moon.

I decided to call in Jaz, the third boy in this friendship group, and
see what he had to say. Jaz was generally quieter and more reserved
than Billy. It took some time to get him to talk openly, but
eventually he confirmed a lot of what Billy had already told us. Jaz
didn't want to say too much that he feared would get Moon into
trouble; I took this to be another indication of the sort of hold that
Moon was able to exercise over his two `friends'. When Jaz and Billy
had both gone, I was left wondering quite what to do. Clearly the
situation could not be left to continue: Billy had already indicated
his desire to leave the village if he could. But it wasn't Billy that
was causing the upsets -- it was Moon; and it was my responsibility to
deal with the fundamental cause of the problem, which was Moon's
attitude. I wondered quite what the right balance might be between
confronting him, punishing him, and restraining him. I wondered what
his likely reactions might be: whether he would seek retribution
against Jaz and Billy; whether he would want to leave; or whether he
would deny everything. At worse, he might even seek to challenge my
`authority' as the leader of the lost boys.

oOo

It took me another day to work out how to respond. During this time I
talked more with Chet and with Win. I consulted with the twins, Kong
and Nong, who were always willing to offer a balanced view on the
situation. Even Deep came up to me and talked about his concerns for
the two boys seemingly under the influence of Moon.

Eventually I asked Moon, Billy and Jaz to come and see me. I invited
Chet to join us as someone who was familiar with the whole situation
and who also shared the same hut in the village.

I began by laying out some of the reports I'd heard, without naming
who had spoken with me. I explained that if there was any truth in
these stories, then I regarded them as an abuse of our village rules,
because they demonstrated disrespect towards other boys. I asked Billy
and Jaz to indicate whether these stories were broadly true; both boys
nodded in agreement. Then I turned to Moon. He had been feigning
disinterest in what I had to say up to that point. I thought he was
probably going to deny everything. In the event, he said there `might
be something' in the stories. He wouldn't look at me directly, but he
said that lots of boys were fooling around with each other and having
sex fun -- and he was no different. He enjoyed this kind of pleasure --
and he liked a lot of it `because that's the age I'm at'. He said he'd
been friends with Jaz and Billy for a long time and they'd been doing
this kind of stuff together for ages. At this point Billy interrupted
him and said how Moon was now being more demanding and forcing them to
do things they didn't really want to do. Moon tried to deny this, or
claim that he didn't realise this, but in the end the clear
contradiction from his two friends was overwhelming. Moon fell silent,
staring at the floor. I wasn't sure whether he felt embarrassed by his
own behaviour, or angry about being caught and confronted.

"Do you like living here in the village, Moon?" I asked, "Do you want
to continue living here?"

He nodded. "Yes. I like it when there are other boys around."

"And do you understand our village rules about respecting everyone
else. That means you can't make them do things they don't want, just
because you do."

Again, he nodded.

"And that what you have been doing has caused hurt and upset so some
other boys?"

"I didn't know."

"No, maybe you didn't -- but you should have -- if you'd been paying
attention to their feelings and not just your own." I paused for a
moment before continuing with the action I wanted to take. "OK, Moon.
First I think you should apologise to Billy, Jaz and anyone else you
may have upset, and tell them that you won't behave like that with
them again. Second, I want you to accept an experiment. This is not
meant as a punishment, but as a way of you experiencing what it's like
when you can't do everything you want -- and when you have to start
being dependent on other people to help you. Do you think you can do
these two things?"

"What do I have to do?" He looked up at me, holding eye contact for
the first time.

"Like I said, I'm asking you to apologise to any of the other boys in
the village that you might have upset. Then, for the experiment, I
want you to agree to do something very simple. For three days,
starting from now, I want you to agree to not use your hands at all."
I could see that everyone in the room was looking at me quizzically.
"Because we're all so used to using our hands all the time, I'm going
to suggest that we loosely tie your hands behind your back. Not
tightly -- it won't hurt -- but just so that you can't use your hands to
do everyday things that we all take for granted. The main thing is,
you won't be able to feed yourself or take a drink easily.  You won't
be able to wash yourself. You won't be able to wank yourself."

I could see Moon looking at me open-mouthed at the suggestion. "But I
need to eat."

"Yes," I agreed, "You do need to eat, and drink, and wash ... and
probably cum, but you won't be able to do any of this by yourself. You
will need to depend on other boys helping you. And if you try to
command or bully other boys to do what you want, they will almost
certainly refuse. So you will need to ask them; they will be doing you
a favour. And the choice will be theirs. That is showing them respect.
What happens to you -- and how comfortable you life is -- over the next
three days will depend on the willingness of other people to help you.
This experiment is about helping you to realise that we all live
together and need each other; that our lost boys village works when we
collaborate and share, not when we demand and bully. If you want to
continue living here with the other boys, these are the two things I'm
asking you to agree to."

Slowly comprehension seemed to dawn on Moon. He looked at me, then at
his two younger friends. "I'm sorry if I've been unreasonable with
you. I thought you wanted the same as me. But I suppose I should have
checked with you first. I will try and behave better in future." He
stopped and looked at me again. "Are you serious about fastening my
hands?"  I confirmed that I certainly was, and that the restriction
would begin as soon as he was ready to start the three day period. He
turned back to Billy and Jaz. "It looks like I will be needing your
help. I'm sorry for hurting you. I hope you will be willing to help me
sometimes."

Before the boys left the hut, I asked Chet to fetch me some cloth
which I cut into long strips. I asked Moon to stand with his back
towards me, and to put his hands behind him. I wound the cloth around
each wrist and then tied the two wrists. It wasn't tight: he could
move both arms and there was considerable movement for each wrist and
hand -- but he couldn't bring them to the front or use his hands. I was
tempted to ask him whether he wanted to keep his gra-juu cloth on or
off, as he would need help to remove it for peeing -- or anything else
-- but I decided he could work this out for himself. Eventually, he
left, accompanied by Billy and Jaz and returned to his own hut.

"Well done," said Chet, "That was brilliant! You've created a really
effective way of showing him that we all need to depend on each other.
And Billy and Jaz and all the other boys can decide for themselves if
they want to help him or not. This could make a real difference to
that boy."

oOo

Over dinner that night I announced to everyone that Moon had broken
our village rules and that some boys had been treated disrespectfully.
I reminded everyone that we needed to work together to live in the
village. I explained that Moon had agreed to my suggestion of not
using his hands for three days and that was why they were bound behind
him. I pointed out that this would mean Moon would need help from
other boys to do even the simplest things. Each boy could offer to
help. Moon could not make anyone help him. They were free to make
their own choice.

Through dinner, I noticed that Moon was sitting at a table some way
off from the main group. There were just three of four boys around
him. One boy spooned his dinner onto a plate and set it before him.
For a moment, I thought that Moon was going to lean down and try to
eat it from the plate with his mouth. But another boy leant across and
started to feed him with a spoon. The message was getting through!

Later that evening I heard a couple of boys asking Moon if he wanted a
shower. They offered to take him to the big outdoor shower behind our
hut and help him with his ablutions. Realising that this might be
awkward or embarrassing for Moon, I decided to keep out of the way and
let them work this out for themselves. As I went to bed that evening,
I felt that another major test of my leadership and eldership in the
village had been successfully negotiated.


....... to be continued soon in Chapter 12 of 'THAI PAN' ..............

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