They traded them. Frion and his best friend, for two of this tribe's weakest hunters. They had three months to prove their usefulness.
Frio was about average height, skinny, with brown hair and a not-quite-full beard. Gisho, his best friend, was as skinny as him, but a full head taller, and less hairy, which was odd among even their own kind.
He felt unnecessary among his own people. But now, as he looked around at the men of this tribe, he felt especially weak. These hairy, muscular beasts were massive, although slightly shorter than him.
As far as he could tell, his tools were slightly superior. These people lived in tents, not mud houses. They grew no crops, and they had none of the red metal. However, on the first hunting expedition, they moved faster than him, and he brought back nothing.
The second, he brought back nothing.
The third established a pattern.
The first month was horrible. He was left behind, in status and usefulness. He could feel the tribe talking about him behind his back. The women stayed far away from him.
Luckily, Gisho was still with him. They went out and caught rabbits and birds for extra food, though it wouldn't feed their new tribe.
The two of them were eighteen years old. They had been born on the same day, to different mothers, and had stayed together since. They went hunting together, foraging with their female friends together, and they even told each other who in the tribe they wanted to "get to know." But of course, their underperformance as hunters made them the males only fucked if the more virile specimens were not around.
There were always more virile specimens.
They were on one of their silent expeditions, far from camp, when they came across a tiny clearing at the base of a cliff. A waterfall trickled down the fallen rocks at the base of the ridge, and a dozen deer used the watering hole that had built up at the bottom.
Gisho looked at him, excited.
The two of them were weak, not stupid. They knew what to do. A few hand motions, and they were going to work. Gisho worked his way to one end of the clearing, while Frio nocked an arrow on his bow. He waited for a few minutes, until he saw Gisho make a motion. He breathed deep, and waved back.
Gisho charged out from the underbrush, yelling. The deer scattered in all directions, one coming straight towards Frio. He aimed, and let an arrow fly stright through the animal's eye.
It was a pain to haul it all the way back alone, but they managed. The people of the tribe were surprised to say the least.
They didn't tell the other men about the spot, and they used it sparingly, so as not to alarm the creatures. But they still brought back food regularly, from the pool and the area nearby.
"What do you think of that girl Miko?" Gisho asked, still carrying the back end of the stick from which the dead deer hung.
They didn't often converse casually, so Frio took a while to respond. "The one you were looking at yesterday? She's pretty." Frio shrugged his tired shoulder, shifting the stick from one sore position to another.
"You don't like her? I think she's nice."
"Maybe. She's a bit small."
"Oh, you like 'em big? I thought you liked Kaymin back home."
Frio chuckled. "She showed me her pussy once, so I thought I might have a chance."
Gisho laughed loudly. "Really? Wow, she never even talked to me. Uh, if that happens again, you should go for her."
"If we have to go back," Frio grunted.
"Stop, let's rest for a sec." The two of them slowly lowered the deer, and leaned it against a tree. They sat with their backs against other nearby conifers. They were quiet for a while.
"You really don't like the bigger women?" Frio asked, feeling a bit awkward about the conversation.
"Tits are nice," Gisho said, smiling. "These women cover up too much."
"Yeah..." Frio leaned back and closed his eyes, thinking about nothing in particular. The image of one of the women from the new tribe came to mind. "Miko's aren't very big."
"They don't need to be big," Gisho smiled. "She flashed them to me when we first got here. They're firm, and the nipples are small, but long."
Frio started to laugh. Gisho soon joined in, and they were soon gasping for air. "Long nipples," Frio finally rasped out, and they were laughing again.
After that, they were content with their friendship, and comfortable with the silence between them. Frio wondered how it took eighteen years for them to get here. He stood up and stretched. "Ready?"
"Yeah." And the two of them finished the return to camp.
Were the people of the tribe ever so surprised, as when the two of them strode into camp with a deer that big? Were the two of them ever so happy? They ate well the next few nights.
They went out again, almost eight days later. They stayed far from the pool, and after a while, found a deer eating berries off a bush. They returned again, triumphant. They grew closer.
Over the next few weeks, the men started to develop a grudging respect for the scrawny men, and a few of the women even started to show some interest.
One of the women, Bea, a mature mother of about thirty years, gave Frio eyes, and once he found her washing clothes by the stream. She bared one of her massive breasts towards him, and looked at him seductively. He looked around awkwardly, and her laughter rang loud through the cool, crisp air. He left her to her work, ran as far as possible, and undid his loincloth. His dick was already mostly erect, and he gripped it in his hand and started to stroke furiously.
It didn't take too long, as he thought about Bea and her undeniable curves. He came onto the tree, spurt after powerful spurt flying onto the bark. He picked up his loincloth and returned to the camp.
Gisho sat with Miko in the cooking area, helping to prepare the deer they caught that morning. He smiled at the girl and handed her tools when she needed them. She looked frustrated by his efforts, and sometimes shook her head. She handed him a bowl and motioned towards the stream. Frio watched his friend as he walked to it and filled the bowl. He returned, and stood next to Miko as she worked on gutting the animal. He spoke her name, and she spasmed, surprised. She looked up angrily at him... and her expression turned to one of surprise.
His loincloth-bound crotch was a few inches from her face as he held out the bowl. She stared at the prominent bulge that Frio had never noticed until now, as he hid behind a tree twenty paces away.
Gisho asked what was wrong. Miko looked around like a deer who had just heard something, before reaching out to Gisho's loincloth. She undid it while the young man watched excitedly. The piece of cloth fell away to reveal a thing the likes of which Frio had never seen. It was a penis, he knew, but it was LONG. It drooped low, halfway down his friends thigh. His own dick grew hard watching Miko gawk at the long tool. She wrapped her hand around it and squeezed. It instantly started to respond by GROWING even more.