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I had gathered significant evidence to suggest that a long time ago, a select group of Tutsi tribesmen had relocated to an island off the coast of Somalia. For months I had been planning a trip to the region in the hopes of finding them. The Watusi are known to be the tallest people in the world. It has been said that these giants are born six feet tall. Men towering seven or eight feet are not uncommon. Because of their stature, they once ruled over the tiny pygmy people, who are nearly half their size. Legend has it, that an elite group of Tutsi tribesmen had grown to even greater heights. I allowed myself to fantasize that some of them might even tower close to ten feet tall! I have dreamed of traveling in search of them, with the hopes of actually walking among them....beholding with my own eyes these lean, dignified, and statuesque giants.
I have prepared well....studying their
history, culture, and languages. I flew to Somalia and from
there arranged to rent a small yacht that would take me in search of the
island. I wanted to go alone....so that my "discovery" would be my own
and I could be the first to write about the secluded Watusi tribesmen. I
filled the yacht with everything I could possibly need for at least a
month of travel and set out on my journey. One night, after nearly a
month at sea, a huge storm erupted and my boat was nearly toppled. I lost
most When I awoke, I actually saw land! I steered toward it and thankfully had enough fuel left to make it to the shore. It felt so good to walk on land again....I walked along a beautiful stretch of beach and finally collapsed there from hunger and exhaustion. I was awaken by a pounding sound, and beneath me, the sand seemed to be vibrating. Had I arrived just in time for an earthquake?! I got up and started making my way back to the boat. On the horizon I could see a mountain range, but no rocks seemed to be falling from it. As I watched the mountains, suddenly a towering, giant Tutsi tribesman appeared...his figure dwarfing the mountain range! I looked up in awe, unable to move. I must be hallucinating I thought...perhaps from lack of food or dehydration. The giant looked down and seemed to be looking down at my boat on the shore. I didn't know if he had seen me yet...and if this wasn't a dream I was taking no chances and started to run as fast as my weary body would take me, in the opposite direction. I didn't dare look back. I just kept running. The sand vibrated beneath me again and I knew the towering Tutsi must be on the move….so I kept running. Suddenly his giant bare feet came down from the heavens and landed right in front of me.
I froze in my tracks...in total awe at the sight of them. Before I could look up, his gigantic hand was hovering over me, and his long fingers were folding around my tiny body. He lifted me up to about his chest level to examine me. I was terrified, but couldn’t help being awestruck by his enormous size and sculptured beauty. He looked young – maybe in his 20’s; his skin was a very dark ebony, almost purple in color, and smooth as silk. He had a colorful cloth wrapped around his waist and an ivory necklace around his neck. He lifted back his fingers so he could see my whole body lying in his palm....with his other hand, he extended his index finger and brought it toward me, pushing it up under my shirt. With an effortless tug of his finger, he ripped my shirt right off of me. He ran his finger over my chest and seemed fascinated by not only the pale color of my skin next to his, but the little patch of dark hair on my chest. Then he lifted me a little higher and spoke: "I am Mifundo." Thankfully the dialect he spoke was one that I had studied. I replied, "My name is Bill. I come from America." He looked puzzled and said "I know not of this place. But no matter….you are in Mifundo’s world now….and here you will stay." Before I could speak, he wrapped his fingers around me and lowered his arm, carrying me in his fist as he walked toward the boat. I looked down at it from my incredible height and watched Mifundo's gigantic foot come down on the tiny vessel, smashing it into tiny pieces. He pushed the remains of the boat off into the water. I began to scream and kick in his hand, "No! You have destroyed my ship...how will I get home now?!" He didn't reply...I wasn't sure if he could even hear my tiny voice since he held me below his waist level. He carried me back to his village....I couldn't help but marvel at the incredible strides of his long, long, legs. He brought me into his house...a bit primitive of course by the standards I was used to...but as island dwellings go, it was clean and almost opulent. He set me on a high table and carried it over to his bed, then sat down on the bed so that his huge face wasn't too far above me. I sat there literally shaking and didn't say a word. After seeing him crush my boat beneath his foot, I realized I better not make him angry….or he might do the same thing to me. He looked at me with quiet, peaceful eyes, and I must admit the young giant was turning me on. He reached down and picked me up again, stroking me with his long thumb. "Do not be afraid of me. I will not hurt you….but you must be obedient. I will take good care of you, little one. And you will worship me” he said very matter-of-factly. His soft-spoken tone and the gentle way he was petting me did calm my nerves a bit, and my shaking began to subside. He set me down on the table again and I marveled at the sight of this black giant, who was taller than I ever imaged possible. I watched as he walked over to a bird cage which was hanging from the ceiling. A beautiful parrot resided in the finely crafted bamboo cage. Mifundo opened it, took the bird in his hand, carried it outside and set it free. He carefully cleaned out the cage and placed a colorful silk fabric on the bottom of it. Clearly, this was to be my new home. At my captor’s whim, I would be placed in this little prison that dangled high in the air. My boat was destroyed. I quickly realized that I would never leave this place and my life would literally be in this young giant’s hands. Mifundo carried me into the dining room and gently placed me on the table. I watched in awe as my towering captor ate his dinner, which had been prepared by one of his servants. He was obviously one of the elite in his tribe, for he was treated like a prince. The servants were considerably shorter than Mifundo (but of course still giants to me) and silently catered to his every whim. They occasionally stole a glance down at me, but didn’t even ask him about the tiny white man on the table…..they seemed to know it was not their place to do so. He would take bits of food from his plate and place them in his hand, and seemed to delight at watching me climb onto his palm to eat the tiny morsels. After I had licked all the food clean from his hand, he cupped his hand and poured a small amount of pineapple juice into it….I knelt down next to his enormous palm and lapped up the juice like a tiny animal. I felt humiliated and completely insignificant. But somehow, each time I looked up at him and saw those beautiful eyes peering down at me with a boyish smile….all my anxiety and fear seemed to melt away. After dinner he snatched me up once again and carried me back to his bedroom. His beautifully hand-carved bed was absolutely enormous…..it seemed hundreds of feet wide and long. He put me down on this huge expanse and for the first time, removed the colorful garment he had wrapped around his waist. I gasped in awe at the sight of the huge black rod that was revealed. It was unbelievable in both length and circumference….I was completely dwarfed by it. To my surprise, Mifundo had been circumcised….but then I realized this birth ritual must have been reserved only for the Tutsi royalty. He reached down and picked me up again, bringing me close to his gargantuan manhood. “It was time the two of you met” he said with a chuckle. “You will spend much time together.” He stretched his long, lean body out across the huge bed, and as he held me his huge cock grew and hardened. He placed me on the head of his towering cock and told me to hang on tight. Without needing any prompting from Mifundo, I began hugging and licking it. Very quickly, some of his pre-cum oozed out and on to me. Perhaps it was the vegetarian diet of the Watusi, but it had a wonderful sweet taste to it. I wanted the big guy to explode for me, so I began to feverishly hug his cock with my little arms and move up and down it, using all my strength to stay wrapped around the head of his massive cock so I wouldn’t fall. I could hear my giant’s moans of pleasure high above me and soon the explosion of thick white fluid came, covering me completely. I lifted back my head and opened wide, letting the sweet delicious cream fill my mouth. His cum continued to gush out all over me and soon I lost my grip and slid down the long shaft, landing on his huge dark balls. Mifundo’s long fingers reached down and he gently positioned my little body so I was nestled between his balls. “You have pleased me much, little one. You rest now and then Mifundo will play with you.” I loved the softness, warmth, and smell of my giant’s huge balls and was content to stay wrapped in them as long as he wanted. A while later his fingers pulled me out of my resting place and back into his huge palm. He seemed to love holding me in his hand….and I soon realized there was no place in the world I would rather be. He reached his long arm over to a table beside the bed and dipped his fingers in oil. As he brought his hand over me, the scent of cocoanut oil filled the air. He gently covered my whole body in it….then cupped his fingers around me and brought me down to his gargantuan cock, now fully erect again. He placed my little body against the massive column, and held me between his hand and cock, rubbing my body up and down his huge shaft. My tiny dick was erect in seconds and the motion of my little body against his monstrous cock brought me to orgasm very quickly. I screamed in ecstasy as Mifundo continued to manipulate my little body up and down his shaft, making me come several more times before he was through. He later bathed me in a little wooden bowl, lathering up his hands and rubbing me all over with those long powerful fingers of his. This came to be a favorite moment of each of my days. I was glad he didn’t relegate bathing me to one of the servants….I loved how he massaged and lathered my little body and then gently dipped me into another bowl of clean water. Naturally, I would always have another orgasm during the process. At least once a week Mifundo would carry me down to the beach, near the spot where he first found me. He loved to lay and meditate by the ocean, with me perched on his stomach. This day, as I gazed out at the beautiful blue water, I listened to the ocean waves which seemed to be in perfect synchronization with the beating rhythm of my giant’s heart, and thought about my new life. I had left the crazy hustle and bustle of New York, the pressures of work, and the demands of modern society. I was now in an island paradise, the property of a gentle and majestic African god. Mifundo’s towering body had become my new workplace, my playground, my place of worship -- my whole world. I was finally at peace.
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