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     

BIGJIM HERCULES FLEX SWEAT AND CUM!

BIG JIM (HERCULES) VIDEO REVIEW by Geoff in Canada

Big Jim has created another fine video for us to savour. This muscleman has the curves and the voice to make viewers watch.  Listen to his voice as he tempts you with his muscles and poses. Watch him massage his hard nipples, telling you to get excited about his body. Look at him flex his pecs. He can make them talk to you. He will tease you as he lets his tongue lick his flexed biceps. He can make you want to be the one who is doing the licking. Feel your juices flow.

He backs up, showing you his shining body from the knees on up. Gaze at his thighs, nice and strong. Your eyes will move upward. You can’t miss that endowment of his, so inviting. Listen to his voice. Watch him massage and flex his chest. Follow his words let him capture your sexual attention. Look deep into his eyes. Feel yourself getting more excited about his show.  He knows what his audience would like to see and he delivers. In this video, Big Jim Hercules  finishes with a nice plate of milk, just for you, the viewer.

Big Jim Hercules has the goods and he knows how to show them. You know that there will be more to come. Give him your attention and more, if you like.  Enjoy the show.

BIGJIM MUSCLE SARGE!

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BIGJIM AND THE BIKER CLAN

                                  Big Jim and the Biker Clan

                                           Written by Mike The Ape Man

 There are two types of men that live the full life of a biker, one that loves the open road, the feeling of freedom of the open air and often ride with those with similar interest.  You’ll find most guys in this class are men who are professionals, lawyers, and doctors to name a few.  Then you’ll find another type of bikers that live a dark side, rough, addicts, gangs and ruthless.  These are known as troublemakers.  They often ride in packs and have ties with drug lords.  They live the leather world.  Some are decked with full beards and leather gear and they give the impression their “mother never loved them”.  They act like wolves in a pack and parade in a pack.  Their bikes roar as they throttle making damn sure people hear them.  That roar of the bike sends a message, “don’t mess with me/us”.  Our tale today starts with a special man.  He is known as Big Jim.  Who is this man behind the muscles the no nonsense body builder?   Just like the roaring biker sending a clear don’t mess with me message, Big Jim send his own message.  “Don’t fuck with me”! 

Mayland New York is a small town south west of Syracuse.  It has about 7 thousand residence working and living in making this peaceful town what it is.  It is an open community welcoming all diversified people into the mainstream level.   They have working schools, government offices, Churches welcoming all people and supermarkets.   Mayland is well known for its fine restaurants, social clubs, bar including a gay establishment.  Crime is relatively low except your typical squabbles, break in and shoplifting.   So Mayland is a safe but good town to raise a family.  “Hi Big Jim”, said Brett Jones manager of the King Market.  “How you doing buddy”? “Doing great Brett”, said Big Jim.   “How’s the family”.  “My wife is having a little surgery done today so will be leaving early to pick her up at the hospital”.  “Hope it isn’t anything serious”, Big Jim replied.  “They are removing a small tumor from her leg which is non cancerous.  So, she’ll be fine”.  After a brief exchange, Big Jim continued his shopping without interruption.  As he was walking out the supermarket, he heard what was the sound of motorcycles.  “Interesting”, said Big Jim.  “Haven’t seen bikers around here ever”.  As he was putting his things away in the truck, he noticed a biker kicking a sign off its post.  “Fuck”, Big Jim said under his breath.  “Just what we need”!   After the last bag of groceries was placed in the back of his truck, Big Jim left for his country home. 

It was an early Friday evening and Big Jim wanted to hang out with his friends at the Rainbow bar.  It was a cool but a fall breeze, a perfect night for riding his Harley.  Big Jim put on his black leather jacket then his gloves.  After he stretched and tightens his gloves, he places his foot on the base pedal and throttled his bike.  Big Jim sped his way down this country road and into Mayland.  The ride was only 10 minutes.  The town was quiet especially tonight and Big Jim didn’t understand why.  As he approached the Rainbow bar he noticed 4 other bikes parked in front.  As he walked into the bar he noticed his buddies drinking beer and looking at the new guys who walked in 10 minutes earlier.  One of Big Jim’s friends noticed him walking in.  “Hey Big Guy, good to see you”.  “Hey, busy place tonight.  Looks like a party”, exclaimed Big Jim.   “Yea this group rode into town this afternoon”, said Bob Willis.  “Seems they caused a little hassle at Kings Market an hour ago and the local cops were called.”  “Wonder why they picked our town”, said Dave, a friend of Bob.  Big Jim walked towards the bar and asked the bartender for his favorite drink.  “You got it Big Jim”, give me a minute”, yelled Bill.  As Big Jim stood standing next to the bar in his leather jacket, his shirt opened to display his massive chest muscles; one of the bikers sitting at the bar noticed him.  Big Jim realized these guys weren’t gay and probably gay bashers.  But this was a free country and people can drink wherever they want.  Big Jim gave a nice tip to the bartender and walked over to join his buddies.  As he sat down and looked over at the bar and sure enough the bearded biker was still looking at him.  He looked over at his other biker friend and whispered something.  The biker friend looked over and saw Big Jim.  They both grinned.  After an hour of drinking and yelling, the bikers noticed two guys walking in arm and arm.  “Well now look what we got here guys, two queers.  Which one is a women”, said one of the laughing gang members.   The two guys who walked in headed towards the bar.  One of the bikers stuck his foot out tripping one of them.  Big Jim noticed it right away.  By this time steam was building up inside him.  He waited for a while until more bikers were on the move trying to harass the fallen gay brother.  “I hate queers, you know boy.  Get out of my sight you fucker and go to your mama”, said what looked like the leader of the group.   “Just what we fucking need”, said another biker.  It wasn’t long after the tripping incident that another gay brother walked in but this time he was holding hands with his lover.  They were celebrating tonight because it was a week anniversary of their wedding ceremony.  “Mother Fucker”, said another biker, “look at this”.  All four bikers turned around and saw the couple kissing and holding hands.  “Hey you two jack Asses”, said the biker leader standing up and heading towards the happy couple.  “You make me sick”!  Suddenly the biker spit in one of the faces of the gay couple.  The look on their faces was enough to tell they were in shock and frighten at the same time.  Big Jim and his friends looked over saw the whole ordeal.  Everyone in the bar stopped what they were doing and looked over at the scene.  Big Jim had had enough.  He slowly removed his leather jacket, put on his gloves and walked over to the leader.  By this time, all four of the gang members stood up facing Big Jim.  “You one of them queers shit head”, said one of the bikers.  “You damn right fucker I am one of them you shit head”, Big Jim yelled back.  By this time all of most of the bar patrons stood up against the wall as they saw Big Jim advancing.  “Hey guys, this dump nut doesn’t know who he’s dealing with.  I hear your Mother is whoring down town”, laughed the leader followed by the entire gang.  Without warning, Big Jim grabbed the first guy and swung him around smacking his face against the wall.  Soon the other three were swinging.  Big Jim used his fist and hit two of them on the side of their heads.  He wanted to teach a lesson to the leader.  “Come on you fucker”, Big Jim said to the leader.  “Your mine”!  One of the bikers that had fallen stood up swinging what looked like a chair.  Big Jim noticed at the corner of his eye that something was coming at him.  He turned around and kicked the biker in the balls.  The man keeled over in sheer pain then he looked at the leader.  “Come on you sissy, can’t fight your own battles.  You need these fruit cakes to help you fight your battles” as Big Jim laughed.   Big Jim saw the leader grab a pole from a broomstick and began swinging the stick at Big Jim.   Ducking and moving around the biker leader, Big Jim waited for the moment when his opponent was confused.  Big Jim laid the first smack around the head of the biker.  He falls to the ground.  Big Jim grabbed him pulling the leather jacket towards him and started beating the bastard.  Blood was pouring from his nose and mouth.  Big Jim kept smacking, hitting until the biker leader fell unconscious.  Everyone in the bar started cheering, whooping.  One by one Big Jim took the biker gang outside the bar.  Everyone in the bar followed him.  “I need you guys to help me remove their clothes and hide their bikes in the back of the bar”, commanded Big Jim.  The bikes were gone within 10 minutes.  Soon before their very eyes, member of the Rainbow Bar was standing outside watching this scene.  All four bikers were totally naked, unconscious.  Soon they were hauled onto the back of Big Jim’s truck.  “Take one last look guys.  You won’t see these assholes here again”, said Big Jim.  Again cheers and hoops, yelling from the Rainbow Bar were heard.  Big Jim drove off out of town.  Within ten miles south of Mayland, Big Jim opened up his truck tailgate and wrapped a rope around each one of the bikers neck and laid them on the ground one by one.  He had enough time to write a note say, “Keep out of Mayland”.  He pinned the note on the leaders underwear and turning his truck around heading towards Mayland.   When he arrived at the Rainbow Bar he was cheered again.  “Drinks on the house”, said the bartender.  “Here Big Jim, your favorite drink”, said Bill the bartender.  Big Jim grabbed the tall glass mixed with body building strength with no alcohol.  He was their hero from then on.  Big Jim was never ever without men to serve him after that.  His country home was opened to anyone and he enjoyed fucking anyone in the area that wanted a good fuck as it gave him a chance to flex his chest muscles and biceps.  Big Jim from then on never ever jerked his load.  He had many awaiting mouths to feed, holes to fill and opportunities for flexing his massive body muscles.  The world of bodybuilding came to quiet Mayland and Big Jim was their inspiration.  He spent half of his time helping the locals to exercise and appreciate their bodies. 

Biker gangs in upper New York heard of the beatings from their former brothers.  When they heard what was done to their fellow gang members, they knew to keep out of Mayland and move to some place else.  The story of what happened was kept quiet among the members of the state gang but to this day, Mayland will never forget Big Jim and the Rainbow Bar became it became a favorite hide out to the local gay brothers of Mayland New York.   They will never forget the man, Big Jim.  

                         

BIGJIM HERCULES SAVAGE NATION

                                      SAVAGE NATION!

            Original story from October 2008 Written by BigJim Fan Gary

    Captured by a muscle hungry tribe of Indians, BigJim Hercules is brought to a sacrificial totem pole, his wrists tied behind the pole causing his great manpecs to thrust forward, his clothes violently ripped and stripped from his body.  A large fire is ablaze before him, wild tribal drums beat while the near naked Indians dance around the bound musclebeast.
    The Chief pours the sacred oil over the massive shoulders of BigJim Hercules causing it to cascade down his muscled frame. The warriors and braves surround the muscled giant, lustfilled they draw near to work the oil into the flesh.   A leather band is tied around the head of BigJim Hercules- black & white feathers are stuck in the side under the band.  Suction cups are placed over the great tits - leather strips are tied to the big man balls with a tomahawk at the end to weigh them down.  When fully pumped, the suction cups are removed, the huge tits are tied off with a stone at the end to weigh them down. Over each stone is tied a sacred feather.
As the great Pec heavy demigod struggles, the massive tits and balls sway from the weights attached.  
   The Tribe gathers round - men & boys - Warriors & Braves - to pay homage to this Great Beast! They feel, fondle, lick & suck every inch of the MuscleGods' flesh - the titanic tits are dripping with milk, the muscled cock is dripping with rivers of precum - each takes a turn at savagely devouring/feeding on the massive pecs, titanic  lactating tits, milking dick, and juice churning mansacs!  BigJim Hercules  thrusts his mighty chest forward to accommodate the multitude!   War chants, tribal drums, glow of the fire accentuating the muscles of the ManGod, sounds of men sucking, grunting , groaning, dicks throbbing, leaking, young boys tasting manflesh for the first time, gathering strength from the feast of flesh before them - many turn around and offer their holes to the giant as he thrusts & jabs his dick into thin air at the thought of fucking them all - as the Great Dick explodes in a torrential rain of white hot lava cum, all plunge into the puddle to drink in the protein & bathe in the shower of muscle semen spewing violently, forcefully from BigJim Hercules

   Afterwards, the naked Giant is released, & led to a deerskin covered slab - lying exhausted on his stomach, they gather round to rub down their ManGod.  Working the mighty muscled glutes apart, they discover the hole that leads to the inner sanctum of the MAN.  Hands spreading, fingers teasing, tongues probing they eat the Great BigJim Hercules  out till His ass juices flow out like a river cascading down the back of his nutsac - a new area to feed upon they discover!!
   When all have had their insatiable fill, the Muscled Giant is rolled over onto his back, hands, tongues and dicks massage every inch of the torso - and the last offering is paid: the entire tribe of muscle lusting savages unleash their loads on the chest of BigJim Hercules as their offering to him!   Rock hard dickheads anoint and consecrate the massive nipples with precum, then the Baptism of mancum over his entire heaving chest!!
All collapse around the base of the slab leaving BigJim Hercules lying there, spent, exhausted, and still leaking!!!

BIGJIM HERCULES LEGEND OF A SUPER GIANT

                                                 

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.