BigJim Motel Muscle!

                                                      

                                 MOTEL MUSCLE

                                                                                           

I heard years ago that Motel’s across the country are places to get laid.  Motel reputations are just that a place for travelers to rest for the night before heading out the next morning, a place to clean up and have a good night rest.  Another usage of Motels are places to get your rocks off or a hiding place for those seeking a good sex thrill and a place to tell your partner of a business trip and will be out of town.  It is a place well known for group gatherings and hot sex orgies.  Now that we know the workings of national Motels, I would like to share a story of a good friend of mine who happened to come across an ad in some local advertising mailing.  His name is Big Jim.  Let me tell you a little bit about my friend so that you’ll be able to drool over his experience. 

Big Jim is what he is, BIG.  Not in over weight or obese kind of big but a man of muscle.  He has spent years building up his entire body through daily exercise and iron lifting.  He has been seen in public in championships, on web sites and he even has a blog, which can be found on screen through Google.  Standing over 6 feet tall, rough demanding voice, power structure, determine, handsome, a no nonsense kind of man.  He is strong, massive biceps, muscle back power, protruding muscle chest and so on.  When he walks into a room or restaurant people look up.  When he enters a place of business like Home Depot men of all walks of life will look at him.  He is indeed striking.  “Don’t you dare mess with me”!  Big Jim is who he is, he knows what he wants and he gets what he desires.  He has spent years working on his skills in just about everything.   On his leisure time, he enjoys a good time especially when it comes to male bonding, worship and yes, man to man sex.  He is the TOP man for total service and his demanding deep masculine voice would make any man quiver.  In any place where there are some wild sex gatherings, Big Jim eventually will get all the attention.  As soon as he removes his clothes eyes begin to wonder.  Men will stop what they are doing and advance towards him.  Like magnets, they desire to worship this man of steel, the muscle that would crush anyone if need be.  Welcome to my good friend Big Jim.  Yes there is more to tell of him but at this time I would like to focus your attention of a story Big Jim shared with me years ago.  I was totally blown away by what he shared and yes like a lot of men I was wishing to have been there. 

Big Jim is a rural man.  He doesn’t often frequent big cities but he does keep up with events and activities.  After completing hours of lifting, pumping iron, Big Jim looked at his day schedule.  He noticed no commitments for the rest of the day and the following day.  Feeling a hunger to get out and do some fun stuff, Big Jim needed some release and relief.  After spending days doing nothing but lift, Big Jim’s sex need was kicking in.  “A good power man who loves his iron needs a good service job to complete the work out”, was Big Jim’s famous saying.  Big Jim had no problem in finding men who would enjoy nothing but - serve his every need.  This one-day Big Jim was thumbing through various men’s sites on line came across a very interesting ad and invitation.  “Humm”, said Big Jim to himself.  “Interesting invitation”!  The ad read:  “All welcome to join in on a night of man to man sex.  Motel 11 off route 9.  Check room 101, first floor.  Enter through sliding glass door floor level outside.  Enjoy”.   

“I know exactly where this cheap motel is at”, said Big Jim to himself.  “It should be a fun night out”!  With a grin on his face, Big Jim got up from his pc seat and started to get ready.  Putting on his muscle shirt and military kakis pants and a motorcycle jacket, Big Jim was off to the city.  As he was approaching Motel 11 around 5:30 p.m., he noticed a lot of cars in the parking lot.  He found the nearest parking space got out of his truck and headed towards the motel.  Instead of going into the motel lobby, he walked around the motel and noticed a first floor sliding glass window.  A homemade sign 101 was hanging on a wall facing the parking lot window door.  “This must be it”.  He walked towards the window door and noticed the curtain half drawn.  Without peeking, he slid the door to the left with his powerful hands.  There was a slight hesitation.  Big Jim had no problem sliding the door one side.  “Feels like the door will need some greasing down the road”, Big Jim said with a smirk. 

As he walked into the darken room, he noticed right away the room was full of hot sweat.  The smell of cum, body heat, guys moaning and groaning, the place was active.  “Shut the fuck up bitch and enjoy like a man”, Big Jim heard across the room.  As his eyes were acclimating the darken room he soon discovered a handful of guys being sucked, blown, kissed and fucked.  “This must be the place”, said Big Jim.  He removed his leather jacket displaying his muscle shirt.  Laying the jacket next to the door window he walked away from the window and headed towards a picture wall in the room.  He noticed a desk chair and pulled it towards him.  With one foot on the chair, Big Jim began flexing his biceps.  It didn’t take long for hungry eyes moving towards Big Jim.  Eyes were popping out.  Guys with mouth wide open were saying “ wow”.  Soon all fucking stopped.  Cocksuckers stopped.  Frozen in time, the men orgy just stared.  Without one word, Big Jim with his body language said,  “come men, eat, and enjoy”!  Soon there was an avalanche of sweaty guys heading towards Big Jim.  Cocksuckers crawled on their hands and knees toward Big Jim.  Fuckers were licking and kissing Big Jim’s biceps.  Big Jim felt his ass being split and a huge tongue was massaging his butt hole.  One guy was massaging his muscle back.  Big Jim had a beehive of hungry guys worshiping and serving his every need.  Like clock work, the men would alternate positions making sure every part of Big Jim’s body was without service.  One got the impression the cocksuckers were fighting over his cum.  Big Jim would look down noticing the suckers were begging for his seed.  With a dirty grin and a smirking expression, Big Jim had a look as if to say, “you deserve my cum boy”?  Top fuckers were submissive to this man of steel.  Big Jim looked at one of the top fuckers and said, “don’t even go there shit head, I fuck you”.  The man just cowed away and left the motel.  After a full hour of man-to-man service, Big Jim decided to change the plan.  By this time, new guys walked in and started to undress.  They noticed all the attention on this one muscle guy.  “He must be the center of attention” one guy seemed to say!

“Time for some fucking guys”, said Big Jim.  Soon 3 guys proceeded to bend over while Big Jim placed a condom on.  With a tube of lube, Big Jim began rubbing his cock and wiping waiting holes.  He slid his cock in butt hole one, started fucking him like an Ape in heat.  In unison butt hole two and three were next.  Big Jim made a point to focus enough time on each hole.  He didn’t want to shoot his load.  The night was still young.  He was having too much fun.  Some of the guys in the room were already moving to other new guys in walking into room 101.  It looked like the room was full of eager hot hungry men.  The pickings were right.  Big Jim knew it would be a very long night.  He noticed one of the motel bed was empty.  He walked over to the empty bed, laid completely flat with legs spread apart.  Within second, two new guys approached the bed and knelt in between Big Jim’s legs and started licking and sucking his massive dick.  This one guy was an incredible cocksucker.  Big Jim knew he was experienced.  The man looked middle aged, dark bearded with a little grey, receding hairline.  He pushed the other guy off the bed as he wanted the full load of this muscle man.  By this time Big Jim eyes were rolling in the back of his head as he shot this hot steaming load of muscle juice down the throat of this hot cocksucker.  The guy who feel off the bed came over and started licking up some of the cum that had fallen on the bed sheets.   Big Jim got up rather quickly.  Spreading his legs again, one guy came over and began licking and cleaning Big Jim’s cock.  In satisfaction, Big Jim began posing again, his one foot on the bed flexing his biceps.  It did not take long for new guys walking in to begin licking and worshiping his muscles.   As the night was drawing to a close for Big Jim, he wanted one more fucking session before he left.  “Ok boys, who wants a good fuck”?   It didn’t take long for willing subjects.  Three guys kneeling on the bed said yes.  Once again, Big Jim greased and placed his condom on and fucked those willing eager holes.  One guy had a very tight hole and Big Jim loved it.  He fucked him much longer than the other two.  “This guy sure enjoys his hole fucked”, Big Jim felt.  Once again Big Jim penetrated his hole as Big Jim started to pump.  When Big Jim was thrusting, the guy would tighten his hole.  Big Jim couldn’t hold much longer.  He shot his second load of the evening.  The condom was full of muscle cum.  Big Jim was exhausted.  By this time, more guys walked in.  “Fresh new meat”, Big Jim said with a grin.  He put on his clothes, leather jacket and left the room through the sliding glass door.  As he was heading towards his truck, he thought he heard footsteps behind him.  He turned and it was this one guy he saw in the room.  “I was wondering if I could suck you again Mr, in your truck”.  The parking lot was dark so Big Jim said, “why not”.  He unlocked the doors and they both enter the truck cab.  Big Jim looked around, saw no one around and began unzipping his pants.  The guy leaned over and started sucking Big Jim’s cock.  Big Jim grabbed this guy by the hair and started pushing his head up and down.  Not only was he a great sucker but also damn bearded.  After a while, Big Jim let loose another stream of muscle juice.  The sucker sucked every drop.  Putting his zipper up, Big Jim said to the sucker, “want more boy”?  “Fuck yea”, said the man.  Big Jim said, “Follow me”.  The guy jumped out of the truck and headed towards his car.  He was now driving behind Big Jim.  Motel 11 was going to continue except it was in the man cave of Big Jim.  After a 30 minute driving out of the city, Big Jim was home and behind him was his entertainment for an all night and into the morning.  It didn’t take long for Big Jim too strip and his sucker reading to serve when Big Jim grabbed him around the throat and said, “your all mine fucker and you’re here to worship and obey me and do as I say”.  In fear, the sucker in a choking voice said, “yes SIR, use me as you wish”.  Removing his strong hands from around the throat of his sucker, Big Jim had what he wanted.  It would be an all night of sheer hot pleasure from a willing subject.  “Time to work fucker”!    

                                                                                        written by:  Apeman Mike Albuquerque  2/20

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.