Tuesday, November 5, 2019

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.           

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