We have heard of ancient
stories of super hero’s where legends are created. Stories that tell of strange mysterious
events, heroes and creatures great and small.
They are Legends that have been past down from generation to
generations. The Itapúa tribe of New Salamis
a colony located in the Pacific Ocean has foretold this particular story. To this very day the children of the colony
are raised hearing of the god man that came to their village many years ago. The elders tell the story in dance around a
campfire in and around the harvest ceremony.
This is their story they have shared for many centuries.
Each year the half moon of
the changing season is a sign that the earth and seasons will change. Solamos tribe will feast and dance around
many bonfires to open the new harvest moon and say farewell to the old
sun. But this day the changing climate
brought the people together to honor the day god. The skins of the tribe were of dark sun
beaten origin and their language was of musical tone. It was no wonder when a white body was washed
up against their shores fear began to take hold. “Who was this white creature and how did he
come to be among their territory. Was it
a shipwreck or did he come from the nether world of demons.” They became frightened as they carried the
white creature to their large campfire.
As they laid the man on the ground several feet from the blazing fire
this man’s massive muscular body struck them.
Four young tribe members picked the man up bounded his hands and feet to
a pole. The tribe dance began to
increase; fire poles were lit from the blazing fire. Suddenly the white stranger awoke and the
dance and music stopped.
The leader of the Salamos
tribe stood up in his feather garb, a hat filled with branches and palms. He approached the white man with caution
throwing an oil base at his face. “My
name is Big Jim Hercules” half in and out of consciousness. But
the white man realized a language barrier.
“I am not here to harm you”! The
people stopped dancing upon hearing a strange language coming from the man tied
to a pole. Hungry and weakened by the
harsh ocean battle, Big Jim Hercules fell into a deep coma.
He wasn’t too sure how long
he was under but slowly his eyes started to open. Around his bed were people nursing him of
some sort. He felt hands touching his
body. His feet were being massaged while
his massive chest was feeling sooth by a fragrant ointment that was pleasant to
the nose. He noticed his hand; feet were
not bound any longer. Instead of feeling
a hostile environment, Big Jim Hercules felt at ease for some apparent
reason.
While Big Jim Hercules was
under, the tribe medicine man had sprinkled dust, blew from his breath a
powdery substance over the body of Big Jim Hercules. In the language of the people, the medicine
man turned to his leader and said, “This man will not harm us for he has been
sent by the gods to tell us something”.
With that statement, the leader of the Salamos tribe removed the ropes,
which held the white man and ordered his care in his private quarters.
While a board a pirate ship,
Big Jim Hercules was a prisoner being sold as a slave on one of the islands in
the pacific. Suddenly a huge storm,
hurricane force had wrecked the ship losing cargo, war guns and lives. Big Jim Hercules managed to find something to
hang on as he drifted further and further from the sinking ship. He had no clue as to the length of his
drifting but he fell into a sleep. When
he awoke he was in the arms of the tribe people and being tied to a pole. He heard dance and music and saw huge bonfires. Then he fell unconscious. He awoke to his surroundings to find hands
all over his huge frame. He started to
become erect which the young tribes men noticed. As his hands, arms and feet were being oiled,
one of the handlers began sucking and licking his balls, shaft. Big Jim Hercules suddenly began shafting his
hips feeling the full impact of what was happening to him. It wasn’t long until he started to
ejaculate. Cum was pouring all over his
body. He suddenly began to feel relaxed
as one by one the caregivers left the quarters.
As morning began to appear,
Big Jim Hercules heard noises coming from outside his quarters. He slowly got up and headed outside. When the people of the tribe saw his
appearance, they stopped. Soon the
leader of the tribe began talking in his strange language. “How am I going to tell him that a storm is
coming to his island wiping out everyone on the island”, said Big Jim Hercules
to himself. Effort was made in building
a communication. It failed. Soon Big Jim Hercules had an idea. He knelt down on the ground as people
watched. Even the medicine man was
present. Slowly Big Jim Hercules began
drawing a picture in the dirt. He drew
the frame of a ship on the sand. The he
started blowing strong air from his lungs making the sound of a huge wind. With his hand, he erased the picture of the
ship on the sand being blown away by this powerful wind. He continued to blow real hard along with the
sound effect. He looked up at the
medicine man and the tribal leader. Soon
they were communicating to each other.
The tribal leader sounded an alarm.
Soon the entire village began scrambling to their homes. Big Jim Hercules had no clue as to what was
going on. It didn’t take very long when
he noticed the villagers were lining up two by two. On their backs were bundles of clothes and
food. The medicine man began leading the
people away from the village. One of the
young men who had sucked him off made a motion to follow. Big Jim Hercules started walking behind the
villagers.
What felt like a short hike,
Big Jim Hercules noticed a wide-open rocky cave? The villagers one by one entered the open
cave. As he was the last one to enter
the cave he turned around and saw the young villagers placing palms, branches
and anything they could be find to close up the cave. A small fire was lit. Big Jim Hercules sat and waited to see what
the villagers were to do next. Food was
passed around and everyone sat waiting for something to happen. Suddenly and without warning, a strong wind
was heard outside the cave. Lightning,
thunder followed the wind. Soon the
entire island was being wrecked by the powerful storm. Trees and branches were heard falling. Trees and branches from the door cave were
being thrashed as the young villagers including Big Jim Hercules made every
attempt to replace what was blown away.
Soon in side the cave the villagers started to settle down. “This will be a long night”, said Big Jim
Hercules to himself. Soon the people
within the cave began to fall asleep.
Big Jim Hercules did the same.
The sound of birds heard from
the outside cave and the morning sun caused a ray of light to permeate the
cave. The villagers slowly began to stir
inside the cave. In the language of the
Salamos tribe, the chieftain and the medicine man beckoned the villagers back
to their homestead. The short journey
home was met with fallen branches; the path was wet with puddles of water. As they approached the village, the people
were shocked to see their homes destroyed.
In the center of the village laid debris, rubble from the storm. The voice of the tribal leader began giving
instructions. Soon everyone was set to
task. Big Jim Hercules removed his shirt
and started helping the villagers. He
was able to cut trees with axes made available, sharp knives were used to remove
bark. He was able to pick up heavy tree
trucks and place them like paper sticks on top of the houses. The villagers were in awe watching his muscle
body builder work hard to rebuild their village. The young men in the village worked side by
side with this white strong man. The
work to rebuild took many weeks. Big Jim
Hercules along with the youth of the tribe met in his quarters each night. For hours they served Big Jim Hercules by
bathing, massaging stroking. Posing for
them as they knelt down sucking his manhood, licking, rimming his ass, tongues
were felt on his chest, his tits were wet with saliva, Big Jim Hercules was
treated as the new moon god. Virgin
asses were no longer virgin. Big Jim
Hercules seeded every young man in the village.
The hard labor and sweat returned the village back to the people. Big Jim Hercules from that day on was
treated as one of the villagers.
No one to this day knows what
happen to the man who mysteriously appeared on the shores of Salamos.
Each year the people continue to dance and tell the story of this white
man who saved the lives of their ancestors.
The children of the village enact the story each year as the elders
prepare the foods. Bonfires are prepared
around the village. A make shift figure
is created to commemorate Big Jim Hercules.
As night arrives, the fires are lit, the drums are heard, the dance
begins and the chanting starts. For
hours the villagers tell the story of the man from the sea, the wreckage ship,
the storm of the century and the rebuilding of the village. This legend is a reminder to both young and
old that good will is a tool for happiness.
Big Jim Hercules name is revered to this day. A statue will one day be erected. He will look tall, muscle chest with arms
over his head bending showing his biceps, his legs spread apart. He will be dressed in the tribe of the
village people and he will stand on a pedestal.
His name will be inscribed in the language of the Salamos people. Young men from the village will deck his monument
with flowers from the island. His
pedestal will be marked with ejaculated male seed. And so, we end this story with the name on
our lips, Big Jim Hercules, the muscles man from the sea.
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