Sunday, October 27, 2019
BigJim Flexes, Cums and Eats It!
BIG JIM HERCULES
AND THE CREATURE
WRITTEN BY: Mike Ape Man Albuquerque
It is a different time
between space and galaxy when two worlds collide of monsters and demons. It is a time of hero’s and villains but an
error of confusion and battles. Worlds
have come and gone, warriors have conquered while kings and queens have drifted
aboard ships to nowhere. The land often
forgotten while the occupants has migrated to oblivion. When the soil is rich and fertile and vibrant
of plush green and product only to be destroyed by the battle of human muscle
and bones. In this error of transition a
promise warrior has been foretold by the energy of the galaxy. He would come to release a sword of justice
and he would build upon his power and great muscles a protection to the
innocence. Even the enemy warriors have
heard of this man as some fear him or some challenge him. Each day they prepare themselves for this
great battle but the unknown of where and when is a frightened mystery. The planning of seeking weakness of this
mystery warrior becomes embedded in the minds of the enemy leaders. “What is his weakness”, they would ask. But still the unknown mystery warrior stands
in the shadow of the scared minds. How
do we fight a man we do not know? What
are his strengths? How can we maneuver
his plan of battle or will it come to weaponry of war and blood. As word got to the warrior camps throughout
the land of a muscular fearing man who is none other than Big Jim Hercules,
warrior prince of the under world. His
name has been spoken in the two worlds of the galaxies. His name has been feared among the different
tribes for his battles have been planted in the minds of past leaders. Big Jim Hercules has never lost a
battle. His secret of success and
winnings has been recorded while armies have shuttered in their tracks knowing
well their battles with him is futile.
And so our story will begin with one battle that sent a message to other
galaxies that Big Jim Hercules was lurking in secret to conqueror and stand by
the suppress and the innocence. His
rewards will be seen as a strong leader but a man who determines to enjoy his
subjects worshipping his muscular frame and powerful force of male
superiority. He will hold in his hands a
mass of human matter that will elevate him as their god and their
protector. Big Jim Hercules will prove
to the dark warriors that his battles will create a world of master and service
willing subjects. His needs will be
forever in this world of two collisions.
But what Big Jim Hercules doesn’t know is a warrior equally as strong as
he is who have won battles. He has no
name. He is not even known between the
two galaxies and yet he lurks in the shadows waiting to be summons. He is indeed a back up for the dark warriors
and only a call for his service if need be.
He is massive in chest and biceps, huge in thigh and legs; his muscular
back is wide and bulging. He displays a
full rich beard, leather chest harness, and a belt around his frame and he
carries one weapon of choice, the sword and shield of his world. His facial features are frightening to any
opponent. He will be Big Jim Hercules’s
challenge. Both warriors of muscle will
be prepared to face each other. One man
a determine leader and one man a conqueror.
Let the battle begin.
Part II: The Battle of Muscle n Steel
The battlefield was set. On a green remote field known for bloody
battles the two warriors of different galaxies met to settle the foretold
prophecies. The field was divided into
two camps, one for the dark warriors, the other Big Jim Hercules who with power
and determination will battle the forces alone.
“Look at the idiot”, laughed and screamed the advanced warriors. “He intends to fight us all, 100 well trained
warriors”, cried the leader of the warrior tribe. “He must be a fool or a god”! The entire war tribe couldn’t stop
laughing. They poked fun and cursed at
Big Jim Hercules. Their insults
continued. Big Jim Hercules brushed off
the curses for he knew his strength, power and determined character. His weapon of battle was a chain around his
neck, a shield and a warrior sword. His
white horse was strong and vigilant. His
well-trained horse had been with him since the beginning, fighting battles of
all sorts. This battle was no different. “Advance and let’s get rid of this menace”,
said the war leader. Swords and flags
were raised and advancing towards Big Jim Hercules. Then without warning, the army began in a
fast pace. Hoops, howling and jeers were
heard attempting to frighten Big Jim Hercules.
Soon the advance army was neck to neck and soon Big Jim Hercules was now
ready. He trained his horse to swing
from back n forth, his hooves were almost like clock work, jumping, racing
around while Big Jim Hercules was swing his sword, holding onto his
shield. By one swing Big Jim Hercules
had already killed about 20 of the dark warriors. His strength to swing whatever he had in the
air landed on the heads of his enemy.
His out maneuvering against the army proved to be his trademark. Big Jim Hercules, a one-man army began to
slew his opponents. They fell like flies
as some were seen running for their lives.
“You cowards”, shouted the leader of the warriors. “You will die for this along with your
families”. Big Jim Hercules heard the
despaired warriors running away from the battle. He grinned and shook his sword into the
air. “You fool. You thought you could out smart me. But I Big Jim Hercules proved you
wrong”. The battlefield now filled with
bodies as the smell of blood permeated the air.
Birds of prey were circling over waiting for their meal of fresh
meat. Only 10 more warriors along with
their leaders were still standing. Their
battle had failed. They would be treated
as failures not heroes. They would meet
an uncertain end. “Maybe this is the
time to send for our challenger”, said the leader of the warriors. He placed a red small flag onto the arrow of
his bow. With every strength, the arrow
flew into the air. It landed several
feet from an existing hill. All eyes
were centered west of the battlefield.
This was their only hope to revive their losses and their dignity. Suddenly without warning, the earth shook. The sound of heavy footsteps was
advances. Within minutes the warrior of
no name appeared. He stood 7 feet tall,
hairy, bearded, and muscular. “Slew him
oh warrior of no name. Get rid of that
man Big Jim Hercules. He is our enemy”, cried
the leader. Soon both men were face to
face. Big Jim Hercules waited until this
creature strike first. As the sword was
lifted above his head, the creature swung missing Big Jim Hercules as he backed
away. The battle now has begun as the
warriors stood back to watch this battle.
Part III Battle of the Warriors
Warrior of no name advanced
towards mighty Big Jim Hercules. Without
any madness, the beast warrior swung his sword and shield hitting Big Jim
Hercules. Big Jim Hercules fell to the
ground; blood pouring from his muscle arm weakened for a moment but without
warning, Big Jim Hercules swung his mighty chain around the legs of the dark
warrior. The chain surrounded both the
legs of the crazed savior of the darken army.
Without a warning, the giant of a man fell to the ground hitting his
head on a hard object. Big Jim Hercules
after losing the chain wrapped around his neck grabbed his opponent. Both warriors were now fighting hand to
hand. Big Jim Hercules noticed the chain
still wrapped around the legs of the warrior of no name and quickly grabbed him
around the throat with his mighty bicep arms pinning his to the ground. With his mighty bulging arms and powerful
chest, Big Jim Hercules felt the savior warrior going limp. As his body began to slowly go under,
screaming for breath Big Jim Hercules tighten his muscles harder than
ever. The sound of broken neck bones was
felt as Big Jim Hercules felt his enemy was slowly losing muscle strength. As the warrior of no name falls into slow
death, Big Jim Hercules continues to tighten his grip making sure death was now
coming. And with his last breath, the
warrior succumbs to his fate. Big Jim
Hercules rose and stood face to face with the army of 10. There on the ground lies their hope the strangled
warrior by the man Big Jim Hercules.
This war of strength will be told for years to come and lo to those who
fight against the man of steel their fate will be documented. Slowly the warriors proceeded to leave the
field and uncertain fate will be at their gate.
Part IV: The Reward
As Big Jim Hercules left the
battlefield and word was told of his victory, a small village welcomed him to
their land. Crowds of people ran to the
streets waving branches. Songs and music
was heard to honor this great man.
Leaders, politicians gave him the key to the city. Anything Big Jim wanted was his, land, farming,
horses, and money. As he rode through
the village the one thing Big Jim Hercules wanted most of all were men who
would honor and worship him. He wanted
men who would serve his needs, kneel before him daily, lick and kiss his body
and yes, even suck on his muscle manhood and would even seed them to
completion. Without any hesitation, Big
Jim Hercules got his wish. The village
gave him land, a home and a sex cave to the man they have been honoring. Men from all walks of travels heard of this
sex cave. Some had traveled a long
distance to be with the incredible muscle man of steel and wanted to be
owned. Big Jim Hercules spent his days
being adored by these men of pleasure.
His manhood was never alone for he seeded, spilt his seed in the throats
of many of men. His muscular frame was
revered, a statue of him was erected and his whole body was a shrine of
pleasures from those who came to worship.
The sex cave was filled with the seeds of men throughout the land. They came to see their warrior, hero flexing
his massive muscles as the men ran to his biceps to kiss and lick the man of
steel. Maybe just maybe this creature of
muscle and bone will bring them good luck telling others their fortune and
where it began - none other than Big Jim Hercules. The
END
Tuesday, October 15, 2019
BIGJIM MUSCLE AND CUM
“BIGJIM MUSCLE AND CUM”
WRITTEN BY BIGJIM FAN MIKE IN ALBUQUERQUE
New York is a state that is
well known for its vast diversity of cultures, history and tradition. The small countryside has various places
where people of all walks of life can live in harmony with nature and the
natural. But there is a special place in
the state where a man with his frame can become or project the human species in
the world of bodybuilding. People from
all over the country and even beyond come to stay or visit him because they
find him extraordinary. Often they
arrive in groups or individual or a packed room of walks INS. Big Jim in his stripped form and spread legs
will perform his talents and like magic, men will become like magnet and cling
to his body. His body is an
invitation. “I am Big Jim and I am your
gift today. Come kneel, touch and kiss
if you want this power to make you happy”.
Like clockwork, men will grab and begin to feel his man of steel. Hours will be spent fondling him. The door to his home is wide open and more
men are seen coming in to touch him and watch him perform. Men kneeling in from of him began suckling
his manhood while others licking and kissing his back, shoulders and his massive
biceps. Hundreds of tongues, lips and
manhandling men become wild, his body begins to expand exposing every muscle of
his magnificent frame. “Come you hungry
creatures, hang on to these massive muscles,” Big Jim would say. Within minutes, two insane hungry men begin
to latch onto his biceps. Big Jim would
raise his arms and the men like hanging clothes on the line would rise off the
ground and be suspended. One after
another, more and more men were clinging to his biceps for a ride. Big Jim and in his humor would playfully drop
them to the floor and another two or three would climb on his arm muscles. Some would ask him, “put your arm around my
chest and let me feel the squeeze.” Big
Jim would say, “It’ll cost you”. At one
time as the sun was going down Big Jim had had enough. The room was still filled with men and his
cock sore from all the sucking, he left the room and walk outside. He selected 4 men to come and rest by his
side in his private bedroom. As the
crowd inside left, Big Jim took his 4 admirers and they waited for instructions.
When the last curious muscle
seekers left, Big Jim new party has begun.
He grabbed one of the 4 over night guest and motion the other 3 to
follow. One fair sandy hair young fella
looked overly eager. One could almost
see form coming out of his furry mouth.
Big Jim loved that. Big Jim
placed the young guy down and ripping his clothes off and started to molest him
as he had everything under control. The
other three just stood there with their mouths open watching Big Jim’s back
muscles protruding. Within minutes their
cocks were climbing. “What are you boys
here for”, said Big Jim grinning. “Just
want to take care of you SIR and to please you all night if we can”. Big Jim was pleased and grabbed the fair-haired
sandy boy around the neck and forced him on his knees. “Good boy and the rest of you take off your
clothes while I have my time with this wanna be”, demanded Big Jim. “You know what to do boy, start sucking”,
bellowed Big Jim. The boy with the sandy
furry face hair started sucking Big Jim’s massive cock. Licking his shaft, sucking on Big Jim’s
balls, sucking Big Jim’s mushroom head and licking bush. “Damn”, Big Jim, “this little shit is a damn
good cocksucker. I may keep him for
later”. Big Jim looked over and saw the
3 naked guys watching. “Get over here
you fuckers and start earning your keep”, demanded Big Jim. With minutes they were on their knees also
licking and cleaning Big Jim from head to toe.
“I want my ass cleaned, foot licked and you”, pointing to the older bearded
guy, “start sucking and licking my tits”.
Like the entire day, Big Jim’s whole body was being invaded by suckers,
lickers and pleases seekers. Why his
cock was being served professionally by this fair hair sandy bearded
cocksucker. Big Jim’s head was way
back. His eyeballs were almost in the
back of his head. He was being sucked so
good that he almost shot his load but he stopped. It felt like it was a hundred tongues were
cleaning him off and getting him ready for some ass and cock action. But Big Jim was taking his time and enjoying
the moment of hot pleasures from his 4 admirers. His little sand hair boy was sucking him so
hard and incredibly that he wanted Big Jim’s seed in whatever way he was going
to get it. But that wasn’t going to happen
if Big Jim was in control. It was his
choice to make that decision. Big Jim
wanted to breed him, give his cocksucker a nice blast up his ass or down his
throat. He looked down and saw two of
his boys fighting over his cock. They
wanted Big Jim’s cum and yea, they were in battle, fighting who would taste
this muscle man’s juice. Big Jim roared
loud enough to shake the bedroom door wide open. He smiled, grinned and watched this action of
two hungry guys wanting his seed.
“Enough”, said Big Jim. “You
behind me get the lube and start with this one, the cocksucker and then other
two. Lube their ass real good and when
you’re finished, do your own”, barked Big Jim.
“You bet SIR”, said the boy who was eager to get his ass worked over by
this muscle man. Big Jim pulled out of the cocksucker’s mouth and had each one
bend over the bed. With his massive cock
already moist he pulled the cocksucker to him and began slowly shoving his dick
up his ass. The cocksucker began to
groan and moan as Big Jim slowly started pumping him then with a much faster
rhythm started pumping him wild and fast.
After 10 minutes of sheer pumping, Big Jim pulled out and started onto
the next awaiting ass. Like his favorite
cocksucker, he had no mercy with this one as he shoved his cock so hard up the
ass of this ball licker that the boy started to scream. “Shut the fuck up boy and take it like a
man”, said Big Jim. Big Jim started the
same movement, pulling in and out of his boy’s ass. “Fuck me SIR, Fuck me”, said the screaming
fucker. Big Jim obliged. “Please Sir, don’t forget us. We want your seed”, said the two other eager
players. Big Jim was ticked when He
heard those two demanding his service.
“Wait for your turn you morons”.
After pumping and pulling out of his second boy, Big Jim pulled out and
started on the other two. Like the
screaming boy, Big Jim had no mercy on them.
He shoved his cock up one ass then the other ass in succession leaving
no doubt Big Jim’s fury. Never ever make
Big Jim pissed. Then in a huge loud
voice after pulling out he told the two to get up, put on the clothes and get
out. Without any comment from the two,
they quickly put on their clothes and left without looking back. It was already 2 in the morning and Big Jim
hadn’t even shot his full load so he went back to his favorite cocksucker. “You two suck me off and I’ll decide who
get’s my load”, in a teasing mode from Big Jim.
One by one each boy started sucking eager to get this monster load. Big Jim’s eyes were once again rolling back
of his head, flexing his muscles, biceps with sheer pleasure, posing like no
other body builder. He knew his
cocksuckers would be intense as they were waiting for that blast of cum. Big Jim’s cock was so hard, even his shaft
was like no firmness ever before.
Feeling the back of the cocksucker’s throat, deep throat by both
servers, Big Jim knew right then and there who would get the prize load. The sandy haired boy looked up at Big Jim
begging for his seed, placing his hands on Big Jim’s massive muscle chest. Soon Big Jim exploded. This cum was being sucked out and down the
throat of this fair haired cocksucker.
Big Jim had so much cum that he looked down and saw cum spewing all over
this kid’s mouth and even his face was wet.
The other fucker started licking the floor as Big Jim’s cum was spotted
between his feet. Not one drop was
wasted. This muscle big man was
breathing heavy, sweating from top to bottom.
“Lick every drop you cocksuckers, enjoy”, growled Big Jim.
After a while, Big Jim
started doing his night routine of flexing his biceps that he looked at his two
boys who had the look of, what’s next. Big
Jim had the ultimate pleasure and wanted to reward his two boys. “Not too many will sleep with me”, said Big
Jim but this early morning, 4:40 am, you two will stay here and sleep. This is my bed and I share it with one. Find a spot around here”. At the foot of the bed, his boys stayed on
the floor while Big Jim crashed onto the bed spread-eagled and fell fast asleep. His massive muscle frame took over every
corner of the bed. But before he fell
asleep he was saying to himself, “this was a night to remember”. So many lovers of body building and the
sexual drive causing men to worship the body of these powerful gods of the
earth. Big Jim is one of them. The men of body worship and lovers of muscle
and bone will have had their full of MUSCLE AND CUM.
This is not the end of the
story but a continued drama of bone chilling muscles. There are other men like Big Jim out
there. We don’t have to go very far
because this muscle body builder is right in our own backyard. We can view him on line or website. We can drool, we can look and we can jerk off
to these types who make our own manhood rise to the occasion. We can lick, touch, kiss the biceps of men
who display their frame and we can fantasize their muscles and cum.
Sunday, October 6, 2019
BIGJIM HERCULES MUSCLE SLIDESHOW
A STUNNING SLIDESHOW OF PICS DEPICTING BIGJIM IN HERCULES MODE! EPIC MUSIC HIGHLIGHTS THIS AS BIGJIM TAKES ON HIS ALTER EGO-HERCULES!!!
THE GOLDEN MAN OF STEEL... BIGJIM HERCULES
THE GOLDEN MAN OF STEEL
BIG JIM HERCULES
WRITTEN BY BIGJIM FAN: MIKE IN ALBUQUERQUE GRAPHICS BY SAM (STUDIO ALPHA MALES)
Part 1: “The Dream”
I had awakened real early that morning way before dawn when
I vividly remembered in my dream of a man towering over me. I knew that the dream was of another time or
century but I remember the beautiful gardens, the coliseums, people dressed in
the Roman Empire era things I recall watching from old movies of the past. I sensed I was transformed into that time and
space or just reading about ancient Rome.
But this dream was about a man, a powerful man, as I would describe him
as a god. In this vision within a dream
I was kneeling down picking up wild flowers for my Master who owned me as a
slave. As I was about to finish I felt
someone watching me. The sun was high
in the horizon and all I could see was a huge figure of sorts. He began flexing his upper muscles without
taking his eyes off me. He looked down
at me with a grin but all I could see was his silhouette from the noonday
sun. He came closer so I could see him
and was speechless by his massive form.
He was handsome. Flexing again
his massive frame, bulging chest, arms he was a picture of one of the gods seen
in the Pantheon. He spoke to me in a
deep rough voice, which I couldn’t quite understand. His voice penetrated my core. After several minutes of posing, he came
further towards me. His massive penis
was inches from my full beard. I looked
up at him smiling but confused as to why he was here. The wild flowers I had in my hands, which was
being picked for my Master was now being placed around the feet of this
giant. I couldn’t believe what I had
done but I stood up to the man in front of me and began kissing and making love
to his muscles. I slowly began moving
down on my knees and kissed his feet when suddenly he disappeared. The only thing, which was left behind, was
the circle of flowers that adorned his feet.
The giant was gone.
Part 2 “The
Apparition”
After finishing up the afternoon chores around my Masters
quarters I was still mesmerized by the apparition in the garden that early
morning. “Who was that man”, I kept
asking myself. “Why did he come to me in
the early morning hours, what did he want, who was he”. I kept thinking he was the son of Zeus or
Venus or maybe a Gladiator from the past or maybe it was all my imagination a
dream. I decided then a there to get
this vision out of mind and continue the chores given to me before night
falls. After everything was finished, my
Master released me to my personal needs.
I walked to my quarters to bed down for the night. It was late and dusk. There was a cool breeze and decided to open
the large winder to my room. I begin to
disrobe when I suddenly heard a voice.
It sounded familiar, a deep strong voice that reminded me of the giant
in the garden. I blocked it out thinking
it was my mind playing tricks. But the
voice was demanding, insistent. I went
to the open window to see whether or not someone was in the courtyard but not
one was there. I put on my servant tunic
and quickly walked out towards the main gate.
My walk pace was slow for I wanted to hear that voice again even in the
harsh breeze. Something inside me told
me to open the front gate leading to an abandon building that my Master
had. The pathway to the shack was a bit
rocky but I was able to steady myself without falling. I heard what was the sound of a waterfall in
the distance. Then I looked up at the
window of the shack and saw the muscle man looking at me. I then opened the door to the abandon
building and once again I saw the man that had appeared to me in the early
morning hour. He began spreading his
legs and started flexing his upper muscles.
“Who are you?” I said. “What do
you want from me”? In his deep voice and
with power in that voice, I heard his name for the first time. “I am Big Jim Hercules”. Just like before, the man of steel
disappeared again leaving behind a leather strap that was wrapped around his
massive muscular chest. I turned away
and returned to my quarters.
Part 3 “Mission
Contact”
I held the strap that had fallen on the rough floor
wondering why Big Jim Hercules purposely dropped the leather strap. Again all this was mystifying to me. Am I going crazy? Here I am a simple man, poor, have no family
and all I can do is be someone’s slave.
My Master Julius Marcos owns me and I felt his whip many times. He was at times difficult and extremely
angered easily. I placed the strap
inside of my servant tunic to hide it in case a Roman guard would stop me. When I arrived at my quarters I placed the
strap in the mattress of my bed. I laid
down still dressed and very much confused as to why this was happening. I had so many questions but no answers. Why would Big Jim Hercules appear to me? What did he want? Finding no answers, I blew out the
candle. The only light coming from
outside was the oil lamps from the courtyard.
The breeze was still blowing as I tried to sleep.
Morning came early and I was very late to do the chores for
my Master. I knew the Master would beat
me and so I took the beatings without feeling any pain. He left early that morning to attend a
meeting at the Senate floor with Caesar emperor of Rome. I started working and cleaning inside Masters
chambers but I still thinking of the night I met Big Jim Hercules. I just couldn’t get him off my mind. His frame, muscles, his powerful demanding
voice were all haunting to me. I carried
out my work for the rest of the day and left my Masters chambers hoping he was
satisfied with my work.
It was one month to day that Big Jim Hercules appeared to
me. His coming and going was a deep
mystery to me. Such power to transform
and appear and disappear was definitely the work of a god. After a month of dealing and finding no answers,
I decided to forget the experience and move on to daily activities. But each time I would lay in bed his haunting
voice would come to me. But Big Jim
Hercules left a gift to me, his leather strap that was under my bed. I blew out the candle to prepare myself for a
good night sleep. The seasoned night
blew a gentle breeze and I started to doze when I heard that voice, that
demanding voice. I recognized it
immediately. It was the voice coming
from the abandon building adjacent from my Masters property. I got up went to the window and saw what
looked like a figure in the loft of the building. It was Big Jim Hercules flexing and his voice
demanding me to come to the upper chambers.
I dressed and headed towards the gate, closed it quietly and moved towards
the building. I opened the door and went
in, climbed the stairs to the loft but it was dark, only a light coming from
out side. Was this my imagination
running wild again I said to myself? I
started to turn back towards the stairs when I felt a massive arm across my
chest. The arm was like a steel post,
which was wrapped around my upper portion of my body while a massive hand was
around my mouth. Then I heard the
voice. Deep. Frightening.
My body went limb. “Who are you
and what do
you want, let me go,” I said.
Then the voice said, “Shut up and listen for I am Big Jim
Hercules”.
Part 4 “The Plan”
I made several attempts to move but this god was way to
strong and I was in his clutches. “Don’t
speak but listen. I am the second son of
the god Poseidon. My title as head of
the Gladiators was stripped from me and I was robbed by Hercules son of
Zeus. For years I was in prison and held
in confinement. I broke out of my prison
and got my revenge. I want that title
back. I want the title King of
Gladiators and my position that I once had.
The son of Zeus fought me in a great battle in the temple of Venus. We fought hand in hand. I wrapped my chain around his throat and
killed him. Now that he’s dead I will
now take his place where I once belong.
You will help me. You will go to
your Master Julius Marcos and tell him what you have seen and heard and tell
him that I will fight in my human form at the battle of the Olympian. I will come to you in a month but in my human
form and I expect you to do what I say and make sure I have my rightful
spot. DO NOT FAIL ME!” Big Jim Hercules once again left in a
mystery. He is a god. I stood there in the darkness, couldn’t thing
straight. “How am I going to fulfill his
mission? How am I going to approach my
Master”?
When morning arrived I got up early, way before the
sunrise. I saw my Master sitting at the
table writing and waiting for me to serve him.
In a compulsive move I shared with Julius Marcos the events of the past
month. He listened and waited until I
was finished. Then he said, “tell this
god of yours if he claims to be the son of Poseidon, hero of the underworld
then he will fight to the death and regain his honor”. I was relieved. My Master trusted me.
As the day went by and chores completed, I waited until dark
to summon Big Jim Hercules at the broken down building. I stood in the shadows of the outside light
and called to him. With no appearance
but a deep voice I heard him say, “You’ve done well servant of Julius Marcos”. “In my human form I will be at the
arena. Bring the strap that I left you
on the same night in this same spot. I
will be recognized winner of the Gladiators by the leader of Rome. You have played a part and I will reward
you. Now go and finish what you must
do”. The silence of the building was
deafening after Big Jim Hercules left. I
quietly walked back to my chambers and pulled out the leather strap under my
bed. Fear of the unknown began to creep
in me. I was now deeply committed in
making sure Big Jim Hercules regain his title.
Part 5 “The Battle”
The day was a perfect day to celebrate the birthday of
Caesar the Great. The amphitheater was
packed with dignitaries, nobility and members of the Senate. My Master Julius Marcos was sitting right
next to Caesar. The crowd went wild when
Caesar raised his arm and said, “Let the game begin”. Trumpets roared in the coliseum. The people shouted and screamed from the top
of their lungs. Roman wines and food was
served for the elite. The Gladiators had
moved into the center of the arena. They
were built rugged, full of muscle and their weapons were weapons of choice from
sword to chains to spiked black ball.
They raised their strong arms towards Caesar to pledge their allegiance
to him. Then a voice from the coliseum
spoke in a loud voice. “Today a guest
will be the main meal of our game. He
claims to be the son of Poseidon the god of oceans. He claims to be Hercules who is the son of
Zeus.” The people roared with
laughter. Shouts of boos and thumbs down
was seen throughout the arena. Even
Caesar himself laugh thinking it was a birthday stunt. “Let us meet this phony god who claims to be
King of Gladiators”, said the announcer.
The crowd went wild but quietly went into a whisper. The door opened at the end of the arena. There stood Big Jim Hercules with a chain
around his neck his arms raised in power strength. The people laughed. In a loud voice, “I AM BIG JIM HERCULES THE
SON OF POSEIDON. YOU LAUGH AND SCORN ME
AS A MASTER GLADIATOR BUT YOUR LAUGHTER WILL TURN INTO JUBILATION WHEN I AM
THROUGH WITH THESE MORTAL BEINGS.
HERCULES TOOK MY RIGHTFUL PLACE AND I WILL REGAIN THAT TITLE BACK.” The
people once again roared and insulted the son of Poseidon and it angered
him. The anger fueled his inner
power. Soon the 4 Gladiators approached
and advanced working as a team to kill and destroy this man who claims to be a
god. Whips and chains and all the
weaponry of war started to fly. Big Jim
Hercules with his mighty hand and arms swung his chain catching one of the
Gladiators in the head. Knocked to the
ground but quickly stood up. The people
roared. Then two of the Gladiators
started towards Big Jim Hercules with their weapons but he caught them off
guard and swung his chain into the lower part of ther bodies. They fell immediately. Blood was pouring from their stomachs. Big Jim Hercules had two more to cut down. Suddenly a gash hit his arm and he stood
back. He turned around and saw a
Gladiator advancing. Big Jim Hercules
swung his chain around the neck of the Gladiator breaking his neck by the pull
of the chain. He fell to the ground and
became motionless. By this time the
coliseum had become quiet. Even Caesar
was curious and motion to his guards to be ready. One more Gladiator was remaining. Big Jim Hercules had chosen hand to hand to
end the game. The last remaining
Gladiator threw his ball spike weapon aside and soon the wrestling began. The Gladiator was strong and cleaver as both
men began to fight both arm to arm,
punches, choke holds. The fight lasted
until the young Gladiator began to weaken due to exhaustion. Big Jim Hercules knew right away what he had
to do. His opponent was tired so he
grabbed the Gladiator and began to squeeze his massive chest breaking rib bones
along the way. His opponent was
dead. The crowd began to shout, roar in
a victory stand. Big Jim Hercules raised
his arm towards the center of the arena.
He was now King of Gladiators. “I
understand Julius Marcus that this man who is champion was a part of your
household”, said Caesar. “Yes he is”,
said Julius Marcus. “My man servant
brought him to us in a cloud of mystery”.
“This man servant is too dangerous for the empire, said Caesar. This slave possess distrust and he must die. “As you wish Caesar”, said Julius Marcus.
Part 6 “End”
I sat in the Roman prison waiting for my fate wondering what
I had done that led me here in the first place.
“I was just the messenger”, I said to myself. Hearing the prison door open and two soldiers
walked in. Without a word they placed
some food and drink, bread and cheese.
“This maybe your last meal slave”, said one of the guards with a grin on
his face. I stood up and went to a small
table like box and looked at the food.
“If this drink is poison then I will be spared from the sword”. I ate the food and sipped on the bitter
drink. The bread and cheese filled me
up. I walked over to the bed and I could
hear other prisoners screaming and yelling.
The screams sounded torture. I
could hear guards outside my cell walking up and down the steps. Their boots and swords were clanging. My mind drifted to Big Jim Hercules. “I wonder if he’s ok. I wonder if the men under his command are
respecting him. Will he be a role model
for the other Gladiator. At least I will
die knowing a god.”
Big Jim Hercules was celebrating his victory with the other
men. The wine he drank was beginning to
take effect. He started to slur his
words. Then he couldn’t move and fell
asleep. He woke the next morning with
headaches. Even his shield and boots
made too much noise for now he was of human form. He washed up and began to dress in his new
Gladiator clothes. He left his quarters
to have a meal with his men when he overheard one of the guards say that a
slave was to be put to death. “Whose
being executed today” said Big Jim Hercules.
“Oh some slave belonging to Julius Marcus. Caesar has ordered his death. Said he was a danger to the empire,” said one
of the guards. “Hey maybe someone here
would like to fuck the slave before he dies”, laugh one of the Gladiators. The place went into an uproar. Big Jim Hercules stood up and walked out of
the room heading towards the main prison.
He walked into the darken cells to see if he could find the model prisoner. A guard asked who he was looking for. “Bring me to the cell where a man will be
executed today”, said Big Jim Hercules.
The guard walked him to the cell then left him. Big Jim Hercules walked towards the man
servant’s bed. “Don’t say a word. I am here to get you out”. Big Jim Hercules told the slave of what
happened in the arena and that he is now free and human. “I am glad for you Big Jim Hercules and happy
to had helped in some way. Before we
leave here, I have this leather strap that belongs to you”. I handed him the strap. Big Jim Hercules took out his knife and cut a
portion of the strap and placed the cut leather around the servant neck. “What is your name man servant”, said Big Jim
Hercules. “I am Orillus, son of a Greek
farmer. I was taken away at a young age
by the Romans and became Julius Marcos slave since then”. “Julius Marcos doesn’t deserve you Orillus
and I will take you into my household to be my man servant. You will serve me and I will own you and you
will be my pleasure”. Orillus and Big
Jim Hercules walked out into the courtyard.
Orillus now has a new Master. “I
wonder how he plans on me in serving him”.
Saturday, October 5, 2019
BIGJIM MUSCLE SWEAT AND CUM!
Opening credits with Herculean music feature three of BigJim's newest pics---then we get into the muscle and sweat of BigJim----the video ends with an excerpt from a BigJim Skype cam with a camera shy worshiper getting off watching him---he is treated to one of BigJim's huge cum loads on that now famous black dinner plate! Hungry guys?
Friday, October 4, 2019
BIGJIM'S PRISON FARM FANTASY SCENARIO!
BIGJIM’S PRISON FARM
written by: Muscle Marty Graphics by SAM (Studio Alpha Males)
In all of the USA and north America, there isn’t a man with a fiercer![]()
reputation as a muscle-packed, aggressively-sexual super stud than
Big Jim.
Although he had successfully completed studies around the
construction industry and worked in the building game, the
muscular and heavy built man turned to using, to full advantage,
what nature had given him … an imposing phenomenal physique,
outstanding muscle strength and a sexual appetite allows him to
engage with other men at any opportunity.
He stands 6’ and weighs 240 lbs of slabbed and proportioned, thick,
glorious muscle … when lightly oiled , aroused and posing proudly
naked, he gives the impression of a chiseled Greek God …huge
ripped plates of pectoral muscle with bullet sensitive nipples ,
balanced by mounds of roped deltoids and bulging biceps peaking
to 20 inches even before he has pumped them to their max.
Justly self aware, when he throws a classic muscle pose, the world
steps back and admires this mountain of muscle.
Although Big Jim is aggressively sexual, and predatorial, he is
known for his generous spirit. The local authorities put a proposal
to him to administer a correctional facility in Upstate New York.
This would house and trial the rehabilitation of young
male criminals, thugs and delinquents… Big Jim has never walked
away from a challenge with such prospects, and enthusiastically
accepts. ( Keep in mind that the local law man, Jake, a huge
muscled tank, has been sexually dominated by Big Jim many times
and enjoys regular lusty encounters - he has no illusions as to the
measures that will control these young virile prisoners).
The compound has a number of bunkhouses, roughly “furnished”
and some open shower areas , as well as a huge workout shed
where Jim’s daily strenuous lifting and bodybuilding takes place …
as with the exercise yards, the policy for all inmates is minimal
clothing to be worn, if any at all, and Big Jim always lifts and
powers up naked and semi erect…( lifting and pumping weights.
increases his testosterone surges ) Jake , the lawman ( and Jim’s
secret conquest ), knows the big man’s needs and the delinquents
are always well-muscled, and willing to be inmates in this exclusive
training and rehab compound.
Roughly thirty men of varying ages, sizes and skin colors ( white
Americans, African Americans, Latinos, Asian guys ) begin filing
through the walls which lead to this grassed and unkempt
compound … the bunkhouses and eating and basic exercise areas
are free to all, but there are two mysterious distant buildings that
only Big Jim has access to, beyond the large swimming reservoir
near the far walls.
Needless to state, there is a lot of muscle flexing and body
measuring as these rough men find their place in the order here.
The daily routine doesn’t change much. So after eating and
hygiene, the men are assigned to duties… some lucky men for that
day are assigned to be Jim’s spotters as he trains, loading the
massive weight plates as the big man lifts and pumps his body to
even huger muscle engorgement than when he is relaxed strutting
naked in the camp.
Jim taunts the men as he lifts and strains, not
tiring, but seemingly more aroused sexually by the training and the
admiring gazes of his charges. All the men within these walls have
major muscular physiques, many are sportsmen or bouncers . As
the five or six muscled prisoners get more aroused watching this
deliberate body pumping display and Big Jim’s bull cock swelling
reflexly , they are led to the smaller of the unknown buildings - the
Breeding Barn. Here twice or three times, day and night, begins a
muscle orgy with Big J unleashing his explosive sexual urges with
each of the men or taming two or three at once, roughly massaging
huge muscles, throbbing erect cocks aching bull balls and fucking
them deep and watching them finger then fuck each other. The
grizzly alpha domination which Jim starts, arouses the thugs to
engage each other and the master in open muscle and sexual
competition - there is controlled and sane, but aggressive, battling
and wrestling , competing for Jim’s attention and approval. Big Jim
often chooses his personal favorite for that day and hoists his man
over his huge shoulders and carries him away for some more
intimate man to man private man love. The other men clean the
Breeding Barn of man juices, piss and sweat , ready for more
muscle mayhem.
A buzz of excitement is felt after a week or so, when everyone is
settling in to this gladiatorial existence - each man obviously
benefiting from the regular good provisions and total body workouts
of man sex and alpha battling for Jim’s top man. The compound is
transforming into a heavy built strutting muscle mens’ camp.
A new inmate is arriving- Steve Maximus … this dude has huge
hairy muscle mass with a mean looking expression. Jake has told
him about the compound, its master, and its rules, but Steve sees
himself as a hot contender.
Days go by and Jim and Steve circle around each other in the daily
workings of the camp… unapproving recognition, but no more. The
men can’t help but notice, admiringly, this new inmate’s muscle
mass and lifting prowess and his impressive bullish cock.
Steve Maximus has those outstanding huge bulging pecs and firm
big nips , mammoth pumped shoulders and biceps , something
close to Big Jim.
After not a long time, there are murmurs that Steve Maximus has been
complaining about the daily routine and conditions to a few of the
other prisoners, maybe even undermining Big Jim’s ruling authority.
When Big Jim hears of this potential unrest, an incredible event is
set up - a challenge between Steve Maximus and Big Jim will take
place. Steve is a wrestler but the challenge is not classical
battling…there all be a weightlifting event and further Alpha male
sport, depending on the winning lifter.
The forty men gather in the late afternoon to witness Steve
Maximus and Big Jim stride into the exercise shed where obligatory
flexing and grizzly posturing is underway. Big Jim looks confident as
he positions to bench press 300 plus Kg - the huge glabrous melon
pecs and massive working shoulders and biceps bulge, shudder and
engorge as he repeats the lifts for good measure. The crowd roars
as a naked and partially erect Big Jim strides to his big feet and
pumps a full best muscle pose. Challenged , Steve Maximus , the big
bearish wrestler, lies on the bench and equals the master’s lift ;
some approving gasps from the men. The tension and the flexing
increase in the two brutish competitors and many of the men are
feeling the heightened sexual tension as the weights clang and
increase. Steve Maximus is no contender for the power and
strength or the mammoth body size of Big Jim, and buckles after a
few rounds.
As the unsettled crowd roars, Jim, now fully sexually aroused
strides off to that area no-one has seen, the Arena. Like a Roman
amphitheatre, with a central circle lined with animal skins, this is
where Big Jim will exact his dominance. Steve Maximus kneels
before the towering, erect muscled figure of the master of the
prison, and takes the huge cock into his mouth roughly massages
the victor’s tight bullballs. Jim throws his head back and growls that
menacing sound they have all heard. The animal thrusting of one
man against and into another, continues like a primal naked
wrestling event but there will be one winner tonight.
After stamping his supremacy of muscle and sexual appetite for
many minutes, Jim throws his exhausted adversary onto his belly,
pumping a full best muscle victory pose, his glistening engorged
muscles now lit by full moonlight and magnificent on display. The
crowd’s uproar further arouses the dominator’s huge cock and he
heavily mounts the hapless Steve, thrusting and penetrating
repeatedly inside the big wrestler’s manhole. The final surge is clear
and Big Jim withdraws, and his piss slit pumps huge wads of
muscle cum over the prone body of his challenger. There is
mayhem as the other prisoners jump to their feet, and Jim hoists
the humiliated body of Maximus over his gigantic ripped shoulders
and carries him out of the fucking Arena towards the gates of the
compound.
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