Along the ancient and current history of civilization, man
has been the conquerors of control or liberation. But in the world of control and power comes money
and product. In the early centuries, man
has been well recorded as purchasing slaves for profit, productivity and
control. Empires were built on the backs
of slaves but until in current times, slaves are being purchased for domestic
and sexual services. Our short story today is about a man, not your regular man
but a powerful man who became in raged when drug lords for sexual benefits were
abducting young men from all walks of life and cultures. The man you will come to know as Big
Jim. Those who know of him know full
well that you NEVER ever piss him off or degrade him in any way. But when someone kidnaps good abiding
citizens and removes their right to live then it’s time to take action. Big Jim did not sit back twirled his powerful
thumbs. He saw fit to raise the
conscious level. Who is this man called
Big Jim? In the world of body builder
men of steel, we encounter a culture within the culture, men who build their
bodies into muscles. With years of
discipline men will become the massive hunks of the world. This world is displayed as massive muscle
power of chest, biceps, thighs, necks and cafes. Big Jim is one of those muscle gods of the
earth. In Greek or Roman error,
Herculean type men were used for the services of their leaders or arena’s. Their history therefore goes back to a time
when muscle men were treated as liberators or advocates of justice. Big Jim was now ready to act and he knew
exactly when and where to get started.
In the underworld of the powerful, there are often loops holes. Big Jim knew how to break the backs of
insidious men whose role is to take advantage of the weak and the
survivor.
“Hey Sam”, said Big Jim on his cell, “I need your
help”. Big Jim opened with small
talk. “It’s been a long time. Hope you’ve been well. How’s the man in your life?” “Doing good here my friend, life is good,
trying to earn a good living and staying above water”, said Sam with a
chuckle. “My guy keeps me going, makes
me happy and helps around”, Sam stated.
“How’s it been with you Big Guy”?
Said Sam. “All ok here but need
your help on something”, Big Jim requested.
“Sure buddy”, curious Sam said.
“You remember when you were in law enforcement you had a buddy working
in the slave or drug trade”, Big Jim asked.
“Yea, I do. He went by the name
Butch but his real name I can’t remember.
I think he retired from the force 2 years ago”. Big Jim said, “is there any way to make
contact with him? I am working on a
project right now and really could use his skills”. “Let me see what I can do Big Jim and will
get back at you. Is this the number I
can reach you”? Big Jim provided Sam
with a private number said their good byes and “project save” was now in
force.
As Big Jim was working in his private gym lifting 3 or more
pounds of heavy weight, his private phone rang.
Getting up from the bench, he reached over and took his phone. “Yea”, said Big Jim’s powerful deep voice. “Hey Big Jim, Sam here. I found Butch’s
contact number. He’s expecting your call
anytime.” “Hey Sam, thanks for the heads
up. I owe you one”, Big Jim said. As the two men exchanged more small talk and
contact number. Sam said, “anything else
you need Big Jim, you have my number”.
Conversation ended with a see you later.
Big Jim at once got on the phone and dialed the number Sam had given
him. After 3 rings, a deep male voice
came on line. “Yo”, said the voice at
the other end. “Yea this is Big Jim, our
friend Sam gave me your contact number”.
“Oh yea. He told me you wanted
some information. Boy that was quick”,
said Butch. “Is there a way we can meet
on a private matter, a secluded place?
There is a picnic spot about 7 miles from the city, we can meet there,
Big Jim said. Butch said he would be
available. “What’s the mystery”, said
Butch to Big Jim. “I can’t share the
information on the phone. It’s why I
want to meet you in private. Let’s do
Saturday morning around 10:00 a.m. Is
that OK”? “The wife and kids are out
and about on Saturday so sure, let’s meet”.
As they hung up the phone, Big Jim was not aware as to what he was
getting himself into. He did know there
would be a lot of obstacles, frustrations and danger in the mission he was
undertaking. He knew he had to do
something or else the system would be asleep in this crisis so it was essential
for him to take some form of action.
Butch would be the main man who could put him on track. “Project Save” was now in it’s early stage of
developing.
It was a rainy warm day for a Saturday but the park area
selected for a meeting with Butch was ideal.
Very remote, private and not too many people around! The rain had stopped and the parking lot was
not too full. Big Jim got out of his car
and sat at the park picnic table. He
arrived about 15 minutes early. He saw
families picnicking at the end of the park and kids on bikes. It wasn’t long until Big Jim heard the
roaring of a motorcycle approaching the park area. He looked up and saw this middle aged bearded
man riding his Harley. Decked in
leather, the man noticed Big Jim and drove his bike towards his car. “You Big Jim”, said the biker. Big Jim nodded yes. Shutting off his bike, Butch got off and
walked over to Big Jim. They exchanged
hands and did some small talk. Butch
asked about his former buddy Sam. “Sam
is doing good though we barely have the time to get together like in the
past. I am busy with my body building
projects and performances that I don’t have much time to socialize”. Butch noticed right away Big Jim’s
built. “Looks like you work out a
lot. What can I do for you”, Butch asked
Big Jim. Big Jim went directly to the
point. “I’ve been reading lately about a
sex slave organization that has been known to abduct young people to their
network. All or most of these people are
from broken homes or on the streets. I’d
like to put a stop to it and find out the culprits who are behind this
racket. Sam told me you’d have some
information plus a way to infiltrate their base”.
“When I left law enforcement two years ago, we were just
about to break the case until the two guys who were running the organization
slip through our fingers”, said Butch.
“I understand the case is still open but law enforcement personal is
being drained by other major developments.
They don’t have the man power”.
Big Jim listened. He had heard
this story before. Funding for special
projects were draining the system. The
slave abduction cases had to be put on hold.
“Tell you what”, said Butch, I’ll make contact with a former colleague
of mine and pass on your interest in the case.
My gut feeling is the need to reopen this case and just maybe you could
be their main man to open it up”. “That
would be great”, Big Jim exclaimed.
“Here is my contact number”, as Big Jim slipped a piece of paper to
Butch. “This could be dangerous by the
way. You have law enforcement or any
training”, said Butch. “I served as a
training Commander in the military east of Canada many years ago. I was a drill instructor. My job was to kick ass in a unit that was not
disciplined. It took me 6 months to
straighten out this unit. They went on
receiving good marks for combat”, said Big Jim.
“I retired a few years ago”. The
two men exchanged final greetings, shook hands and left the park table. Big Jim waited until Butch left before
starting up the car. The sun had just
come out and it looked like a pretty decent day after all. Big Jim headed towards his home, waiting for
a contact. With determination, he was on
a mission to rid this problem once and for all.
It had rained during the night and in the morning everything
was wet. Big Jim opened up his window
blinds and the sun was hitting him right in the eyes. He turned towards the bathroom when his phone
rang. “Am I talking to Jim”, a strong
voice said as Big Jim picked up. “Yes”,
said Big Jim. “This is Detective Bill
from the crime squad of missing people.
I was given your name by a friend of mine who was in law enforcement,
Butch is his name”. “Butch and I met two
days ago and he told me you would call me within a few days. Thanks for the contact”, Big Jim said. “Can you come down to the precinct today
around noon? The team and I can go over
the plan as to what we will need to do in order to close down this racket. We have a lot of young victims that are
unaccountable”. Big Jim was eager to
get started so he said, “will be there at noon”. As they hung up, Big Jim began to realize
that this operation was big and he needed to get his military and physical mind
and body into shape. As he showered and
cleaned up, Big Jim put on his military camouflaged pants and a black leather
shirt. He looked into the bathroom
mirror once he was fully dressed. His
arms were bulging at the short sleeve shirt he wore and his chest muscles were
massive. To anyone looking, this
creature of a man was ready for business.
As he drove down to the police station, he parked his car and walked
into the front door of the precinct.
Officers were informed about a newbie arriving for a meeting. When they saw Big Jim standing in the front
door entrance, all eyes were looking up.
The expression on the faces of the Officers was breath taking. They had no clue this giant of a man was now
involved in a sting. Project Save now
had a man on their team ready for action and service. Just by his appearance alone one knew Big Jim
was not a game player, he meant business.
Big Jim was escorted to the briefing room. As he walked in, Officers and detectives
stood up and shook hands. “Thanks you
Sir for serving our country”, said one of the detectives. Big Jim nodded and turned towards the front
of the room. It wasn’t long until
Detective Bill walked into the room.
“Have a seat gentlemen”. He
looked at Big Jim and acknowledged his presence. “We know they are bringing in a group of
slaves from south of the border. Our surveillance
team has spotted the truck where we believe the transport and exchange will
take place. Rumor has it that the truck
is carrying a large group of men for their sex a trade. We know the location. I will need 3 guys parked at the corner of the
warehouse. One on the roof next
door! We need two of you guys parked at
the far end of the warehouse where the driveways meet, in case they escape. Big Jim thanks for your help. I’d like for you to wait in the back of the
warehouse in case these guys run.
Officer Dick will give you a weapon”.
“No thanks, I have my hands”, said Big Jim. “Ok”, just be on guard SIR”, said Detective
Bill. “Any questions before we head
out? Ok, let’s roll,” Detective Bill
ended the briefing.
The sun had gone down and the streetlight had come on. Detectives were all in their positions. Big Jim hid in the back of the warehouse his body
and head hiding next to a garbage ben.
He had one eye on the back door.
As he stretched his black leather gloves Big Jim heard gun fire. A large truck pulled up in the entrance of
the warehouse. Officers and Detectives
moved in. Soon it was a war zone
something Big Jim was well aware.
Machine guns were rattling, powder smoke permeated the air and a shout
was heard. “This is the police. You are surrounded. Lay down your weapons. You have 30 seconds”. Tear gas was then shot inside the
warehouse. Within minutes, 15 men with
hands up came out of the warehouse marching.
In the back of the warehouse, Big Jim saw the back door open. He waited like a hungry animal to pounce on
his prey. Two men with weapons ran out
into the back alley where Big Jim was waiting.
They were not aware of Big Jim’s presence. When they turned to look back at the
warehouse, Big Jim grabbed both of them from behind and both were given sleeper
hold. Within minutes both young men were
fast asleep. As he put them down on the
ground, Big Jim took his mighty large foot and placed it on the stomach on one
of the leaders. With a grin and
enjoyment, Big Jim began to flex his mighty muscles, bulging from his chest and
biceps. He wasn’t aware but some of the
slaves were watching after being released from the truck. They were overjoyed. What Big Jim didn’t know these men were
trained in sexual pleasures? Once the
smoke and smell cleared, Detectives cuffed the men and placed them in
wagons. The 20 saved men stood around
Big Jim smiling, touching and shaking his hand.
Detectives knew why Big Jim was getting all the attention. He had removed his shirt exposing his chest
and biceps.
After the paper work was completed, a celebration was held a
week after the raid. Big Jim received an
invitation from the city. The men
rescued were also invited. Big Jim
walked into the large conference room with shouts and congratulatory from
police and political leaders! Big Jim
received the thanks but continued to be poised.
As he was about to leave the conference room one of the men who was saved
approached him. “Sir, my name is
Carlos. We would like to thank you for
helping us escape from our captors. We
would like to thank you in a special way.
My friends here would like to be with you and show you our
appreciation”. Big Jim looked at Carlos
with a grin. Looked over at the 10 other
men observing this encounter. “Sure why
not”, Big Jim said. “If you want a
private party or a good time, you know who I am. It’s your job to fine me”. Big Jim left the group and proceeds out of
the parking lot.
Weeks after the police raid and things calmed down, Big Jim
was in his weight room completing hours of exercise, he heard the
doorbell. “Damn, who could this be at
this time of night”. He walked towards
the door but peered through the window blinds and noticed a bunch of men
outside. “Wonder what they want”, said Big Jim to
himself. He opened the door and sure
enough there stood 10 men from the rescue truck standing at his doorstep. “May we come in? You said we could visit you if we could find
you. We found you so here we are”, said
Carlos. Big Jim smiled for he knew what
they wanted and he was open for them to come and service him. “This was going to be a long night for sure”,
said Big Jim.
As Big Jim led the free men to his exercise room, he
suddenly began to feel his massive body being fondled as they were all walking
towards Big Jim’s muscle room. As they
entered, Carlos and his men began what they do best, massaging Big Jim’s
muscular body. Jasmine oil was being
placed all over his massive frame. Soon
all 10 men under the guidance of Carlos were fondling Big Jim. “Lay down on the bench”, said Carlos. Soon Big Jim was under attack as he began
feeling hands, tongues working all over him.
Five men would rub his body from top to bottom. They would lick every inch of his frame. Big Jim could feel every touch, tongue as his
massive tits were being licked raw. Then
to exchange service, the other five servants came to provide him continued
service. His body was being worshipped. Never in all the years has he ever been
adored and worshipped by these grateful servants he saved from the
underworld. Big Jim began spreading his
legs and arms outward. His cock was
totally erected. Soon he could feel
tongues licking his balls, sucking his bush and feeling his shaft being moist
by a sliding of a tongue. Then he began
feeling his underarms being licked, tongues sliding up and down his chest. His neck being licked while his ear was being
cleaned with a tip of a tongue. Soon all
ten of the men were now hovering over him, man handling him. One by one, each man began sucking his
manhood wishing to be fed. Many were
expert deep throat suckers. Big Jim’s
eye were rolling in the back of his head as he could feel every inch of his
body in total ecstasy. After a while,
Big Jim stood up. As he did so, all the
men began kneeling in front of him.
Nonstop licking continued as Big Jim once again spread his legs. Soon he started feeling his ass being fondled
by two of the men. He suddenly began
feeling a tongue licking the core of his hole.
That sent Big Jim in orbit. His
front and back were now being worked on.
Big Jim’s cock was being sucked to completion while his hole was wide
open for tongue tipping. After several
hours of this foreplay, he turned to Carlos and said, “I want them all bent
over and greased”. With a few minutes,
Big Jim was now faced with 10 wide-open Asses ready to be breed. He placed lube on his cock and one by one
began fucking each one. Going from one
to the other, Big Jim thrust his cock pulling in and out of each one. His cock was so erect and ready to
explode. Finally after what felt like
hours, Big Jim exploded. He pulled out
as cum was spewing, shooting all over on each one’s ass, placing his seed and
scent on each one. With his head bent
back, one of the men knelt in front of him and began sucking the last drop of
seed. His cock and shaft was being
cleaned. Big Jim lay back onto his
weight lifting bench totally exhausted.
He lay there for about 5 minutes.
He stood up only to find the men gone and a note next to his table. It read, “You will never ever have to release
alone because we will be here.” Big Jim
grinned and headed towards the shower.
He wasn’t aware that he had 5 hours of sheer attention and his body felt
so relaxed. Big Jim knew from then on he
would have the best sexual attention, body worship and care for years to
CUM.
THE END
HAIRY APEMAN Mike Albuquerque
