Saturday, December 7, 2019

BIGJIM HERCULES AND THE SLAVE WAR


                     


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     



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