O’Melissokomos
The Bee Keeper

The Master Tribe

by John D.

Part 1

Mimbu was sitting next to his friends around the fire. He was 16 years old and looked just like the other villagers. He was medium sized, about 5’ 6”, and fairly skinny, just like the other men in the village. The villagers were primarily vegetarians, eating the native plants and roots that grew wild around the village. They would also eat insects. But they never ate meat because they could never catch any wild animals. It was 1350, before any white men came to Africa. There were hundreds of villages scattered around the Congo. The village chief, who was in his early 30’s, was at the head of the group of men, guarded by two young men in their 20’s holding spears. The men were laughing and telling jokes. The women and children were already in their huts, getting ready to go to sleep.

Looking in at the men from 100 feet away were Tarok and five other warrior boys from the Master Tribe. Tarok was also 16 years old. But he looked nothing like Mimbu. He was tall, 6’ 2” tall, and he was very big and muscular. While Mimbu only weighed 110 pounds, Tarok weighed 240 pounds. He weighed more than twice as much as the boy who was his same age and he was solid muscle. Not an ounce of fat. Tarok was the biggest and strongest and fastest of the six warrior boys who had surrounded the village. He was the leader of the group. Tarok was a meat eater. He and the other warrior boys ate pounds and pounds of meat every day. That’s why he was so big and muscular. His body turned all that meat into muscle.

The warrior boys were on a mission. They were the biggest and strongest 16 year old boys of the Master Tribe. If they succeeded in their mission, they would be anointed by their chief as Master Warriors, the top social order of the Master Tribe, sort of like being knights in Europe in medieval times.

They were forbidden to have weapons. Their muscular bodies were their weapons. And they would use those rock hard powerful bodies to smash and kill anything that got in their way, man or animal. They would kill whatever they wanted. They were the masters.

Tarok looked at the men sitting around the fire. God they were tiny. They were short and they were obviously very weak. They were little jackals, thought Tarok. He hated jackals. For some reason he focused on Mimbu and thought that little jackal might be the same age as he was. He looked at Mimbu’s skinny arms, his bony shoulders and his sunken chest. Then he looked down at his own 20 inch arms and his huge shoulders and chest and smiled. All the jackals in this village would be no match for the six young warriors. Tarok and his friends were going to attack over 100 men. And he knew they would win.

Tarok gave his men their orders. They circled the village and then Tarok made a bird call. The six warriors silently ran into the village and before the men knew what was happening they surrounded them around the fire. While the men were still in shock, two of the young warriors ran up to the guards, yanked the spears out of their hands and then grabbed their necks with one hand. They squeezed their huge hands around the two puny pencil necks. The muscles in their forearms bulged with raw power as their thick muscular fingers smashed into the guards’ necks. Then they twisted their wrists and there was a loud snapping sound as the two huge young warriors broke the spines of the guards, snapping their necks like they were snapping a twig They let go and the lifeless bodies fell to the ground. This all happened in about 10 seconds. The men were stunned. The two warriors then helped surround the men.

Then Tarok yelled, “All of you stay where you are. Stay seated. If anybody tries to escape you will be killed. And your death will be very painful. The men froze. Tarok was standing opposite Mimbu. Mimbu looked at Tarok’s body and couldn’t believe what he was seeing. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, a huge muscular boy, so big, so strong, so muscular. Mimbu couldn’t believe boys like this existed. He couldn’t take his eyes off Tarok. Tarok looked down at Mimbu and sneered. His face was big and very good looking. He had a square jaw and big cheekbones and very white teeth. Mimbu was stared at his face and then at his arm. Tarok saw him look at his arm and he flexed his huge bicep and Mimbu’s eyes opened wide. He so wanted to touch that muscle. Tarok sneered again. Fucking little jackal, he thought to himself.

Suddenly one of the young men jolted up and started running towards the huts. Tarok ran after him and easily caught him. He was twice as fast as the weak little villager. He dragged the boy, who was probably about 18 and weighed maybe 120 pounds, back in front of all the men. He smashed his big fist into the boy’s gut and the boy buckled over in pain. The punch was so powerful it went all the back to his spine. The boys little abs were no match for Tarok’s huge arm. He pulled up the boy and smashed his knee into the boy’s crotch, breaking the boy’s pelvis. The boy cried out in abject pain. All the other men were horrified. Then he grabbed an arm, twisted it up the boy’s back and snapped the ligaments and tendons in the boy’s shoulder. It sounded like the joints popping when you pull a wing off a turkey. He pulled the boy’s weak little arm right off his shoulder and he threw it at the men. Blood was now pouring out of the boy’s shoulder. The boy was screaming in pain. Next, Tarok grabbed the boy’s knees and pulled them up so the boys crotch was near Tarok’s neck. Then he started spreading his arms, the huge muscles of his shoulders and lats spreading the boy’s legs apart. Soon there was a crackling sound as the boy’s ligaments started to break apart. The boy was yelling in pain. His legs were now horizontal to the ground and Tarok started pulling them apart. The triceps in his huge arms flexed and the boy’s bones started to break. Tarok grunted and flexed harder and both legs were pulled off the boy’s torso. Tarok grabbed one of the legs, pulled hard, and pulled it right off. He threw the bloody leg at the men. Now the boy was crying and yelling. Fiery pain was searing through his body. But Tarok wasn’t done. He wrapped his arms around the boy’s chest and squeezed. Instantly all the boy’s ribs were broken. Tarok kept squeezing and soon there was nothing left of the boy’s chest. It was a piece of mush. It was smaller than the boy’s waist. Now the boy couldn’t breathe. He had no lungs. But Tarok wanted to inflict more pain. He grabbed the boy’s good leg and his good armpit and dropped down on one knee. Then he smashed the boy’s spine over his knee, breaking it instantly and causing more surges of pain to jolt though the boy’s almost lifeless body. Then Tarok grabbed the boy’s neck, stood up and held him high for all the men to see. Blood was gushing out of the boy’s shoulder and crotch onto Tarok who was now covered in blood. The boy writhed in the most abject pain imaginable. “This is what happens if you try to escape. You die in total pain. You will have more pain that you ever thought possible.” Then he squeezed the boy’s neck, crushing it instantly with his huge fingers. He twisted his big wrist and broke the boy’s neckbones. The he grabbed the boy’s head with one hand and held the boy’s shoulder with the other hand. And he pulled the boy’s head right off his body. One of the other warriors handed him a dead guard’s spear and Tarok jammed the spear into the boy’s head. Then he stabbed it into the ground for all the men to see. They were silently trembling.

None of the men tried escaping after that brutal display of pain and death. By now, the women and children were standing outside their huts. They couldn’t believe what they had seen either. They were all crying. The boy was the brother of some of the girls and the son to one of the women. He was one of them. And he was brutally killed by the giant young man who was now standing there in full control of the village. Tarok walked over to the women and children and yelled. All boys 13 years and older go sit with the men. You’re not boys. You’re men. A few of the boys walked over and sat with the men. Tarok walked along the women. He saw a few boys who looked tall, jerked their arms and threw them over with the men.

He walked back to the men, who were still seated around the fire with their chief in the seat of honor. The two dead guards were beside the chief. Tarok walked over, grabbed a dead guard by the neck and easily lifted him up. Then he threw him over to the women. He did the same thing with the other guard. All this time Mimbu was staring at Tarok’s body. He was transfixed by his muscles, his strength, his dominance. Tarok came over and grabbed a charcoal out of the fire. Fortunately it wasn’t lit, it was just black charcoal. He stood in front of Mimbu. “Stand up!” he yelled. Mimbu stood, standing eight inches shorter than the gigantic teen in front of him. He looked like a little girl next to the huge warrior. “Walk over to that tree and back,” said Tarok. Mimbu walked over to the three and then back. Tarok sneered at him and rubbed the charcoal on his forehead. “Sit down,” he said.

Now all the young warriors had pieces of charcoal and they started ordering the men to walk over to the tree and back. The men who could do it got their foreheads marked with charcoal. A few of the young men had a limp. They didn’t get a mark. And there were some older men, men in their 40’s and a few in their 50’s. They didn’t get a mark either, even though they could walk fine.

One of the warriors went to the side of the village and brought in a huge long rope, a rope made by the women in the Master Tribe. He put the rope down by the men. Then, while five of the young warriors stood there guarding the seated men, Tarok walked along the men. He came to a young man to didn’t have a mark on his forehead. He grabbed the man by his skinny pencil neck, pulled him up and squeezed, crushing his windpipe. Then he twisted his thick wrist, snapping the young man’s neck. The man was dead. He lifted the man up and tossed him to the women. “He’s weak,” said Tarok. All the women were screaming and the men were squirming as they sat. They knew that if they got up they would be tortured and killed by one of the huge young warriors standing over them. Tarok grabbed the old men and threw them at the women. He didn’t kill them. He only killed the weak young men, the young men who couldn’t walk right. In five minutes he killed six young men and threw their dead bodies at the women. His hands were the hands of death. Mimbu watched his huge fingers wrap themselves around a neck and then squeeze. He saw Tarok’s huge forearm muscles, muscles that were bigger than Mimbu’s legs, ball up into a huge mass of muscle as enormous pressure was forced into those huge fingers. It was so easy for Tarok to kill. It was like he was squishing fruit as he crushed the weak little necks. Then when he twisted his wrist and snapped the neckbones, Mimbu was ready to cum in his little shorts. His cock was rock hard as he watched Tarok’s huge muscles kill his friends.

Finally when Tarok was done killing, he went up to the chief. “You’re in the front of the line,” he said. “Stand up.” The chief stood up and Tarok tied the end of the rope to his right arm and then wrapped the rope around his neck. Another warrior ordered another man to stand and he tied the rope around his arm and wrapped it around his neck. One by one the men were tied together by the rope. The rope was tied tight to their arms and wrapped around their necks. If any man tried to escape, he would strangle the man in front of him and maybe many more men. Also he would be immediately killed by one of the young warriors. There was no way these men could escape.

When the young warriors had finished tying up the rope, they had 120 men tied up. They smiled at each other. It was a good catch. Then they walked over to the women, who were crying and holding on to the little kids. “Give us your food. Give us all your food,” yelled Tarok. “These jackals will need food during the march,” he said, pointing to the tied up men. The women went into their huts and brought out sacks of roots and berries and even a sack of insects. The young warriors tied the sacks onto the biggest prisoners like backpacks. Tarok turned to the old men standing there with the women. “If you try to follow us you will all be killed. Even the women and children. These jackals are our slaves. They will work for us. You stay here with the women and make more boys. My sons will be back to take them too. We are the Master Tribe and we take whatever we want. You jackals are animals to us. We use you and kill you whenever we want.”

To make his point, Tarok went over to one of the youngest of the older men. He grabbed the man and brought him to three of the other young warriors. “Kill him,” he ordered. Without hesitation, the three warriors started smashing their fists into the man. Their arms were huge and the amount of power they had in their fists was incredible. He bounced back and forth among the three huge guys. They hit his gut, his chest, his back, cracking ribs, and finally his face, smashing his nose and breaking his cheekbones and jaw. He fell to the ground and one of the warriors jumped on top of him and smashed his fists into his face with such power that his face was soon gone. There was no face there and the young warrior kept smashing. Finally gray brain matter started oozing out of his head. The young warrior smiled. He reached into the skull and pulled out a big gray mass of brain. He stood up and flexed his huge arms with the gray brain in his hand. Then he smashed his foot onto the guy’s head, pulverizing the bone. He walked over to one of the slaves and smashed the brain into his face. Blood and brain were dripping down the slave’s weak little body. He was trembling. “We love killing jackals!” yelled the huge warrior who’s bloody hands were still covered by gray brain as he flexed his huge arms. This brainless man was nothing to these big strong young warriors. He was a jackal. Tarok grabbed the man and threw him at the other older men, spattering them with blood spurting out of the man’s face. All the villagers were terrified of the young warriors.

 

Part 2

Tarok ordered the jackals to line up in an open part of the village center. “Lie down and sleep,” he ordered. “We leave at dawn. If anyone gets up they will be killed. Us warriors will not sleep. We will be awake at all times. You women and old men go to your huts and sleep. We will kill anyone who comes near the slaves.” So the slaves sat down and then lay down, with the rope holding them together and with some of them carrying big bags of food. None of them could sleep. They looked at the stars and wondered what was going to happen to them. The young warriors swaggered around the village, making sure all the women, children and old men were in their huts and that all the slaves were not making a move. These six young warriors controlled a village of over 300 people with no weapons, just their huge strong bodies. Their muscles were the fiercest weapons those villagers had ever seen.

At dawn the next day, the warriors started kicking the slaves. “Get up, jackals!” they yelled. The women and old men came out of the huts to watch. “Bring more food and bring some water,” yelled Tarok. He knew there was a lot more food in the village. One of the women brought out a big bag of roots and a bag of grains and other women brought water. Tarok and the other warriors tore into the food, gulping down the food and drinking the water. In ten minutes they had eaten half of each bag of food. “Take the rest of the food and feed the slaves,” yelled Tarok. “Give them water too.” So the women rushed out and fed the men. The six huge warriors had eaten half of the food. The 120 jackals got the rest of the food. One warrior ate the food of 20 jackals. They fed their big muscles. The jackals had no muscles. They didn’t need much food. They were like dogs, eating the scraps left by the huge young warriors.

While the women were feeding the men, Tarok walked over and stood in front of Mimbu. Mimbu had already cum three times during the night thinking about Tarok and now this god was standing in front of him again. His cock was rock hard as he looked at Tarok’s rock hard body. Tarok gave him a look that was a half sneer and half smile. Then he pulled down the boy’s little loin cloth and grabbed his hard cock. Mimbu was terrified. He was hard as a pipe. Then Tarok pulled down his own small loin cloth and revealed his huge cock, which was now also hard and three times the size of Mimbu’s little four inch cock. Mimbu’s eyes got wide as they saw the size and rock hardness of Tarok’s huge cock. His cock got even harder and Tarok squeezed his hard cock. Tarok looked Mimbu in the eyes and said quietly, “I’m gonna fuck the shit outta you.” Then he went away, supervising the feeding of the little slaves. Mimbu was beside himself. He spurted right then, blasting a bursts of jism out of his little cock. Tarok looked around as he spurt and smiled. A real hot little jackal, he thought.

After the slaves were fed and watered, Tarok ordered the women to move back near the huts. Then one of the young warriors stood in front of the line and the other warriors stood at various locations in the long 120 man line. Then Tarok ordered the chief to start marching. The chief hesitated and the warrior next to him smashed him with a hard fist on his bony shoulder. The chief looked at the huge 16 year old boy who was twice as big and 10 times as strong as he was. The young warrior’s arm was gigantic and his shoulder was bulging with muscle. The boy had his fist up and ready for another hit. This time he was aiming at the chief’s face. The chief gulped as he saw all that muscle and he started walking. And all the men followed him. The women cried as their men left the village, slaves of the six young warriors.

The men marched for four hours. Then Tarok ordered them to stop and sit down to rest. Tarok and his men could have marched all day without resting at all, but he knew the skinny little slaves couldn’t do that. And he wanted to deliver the slaves to his chief in good health. So they rested for 20 minutes and two of the young warriors actually gave them water to drink from a nearby stream. Then Tarok ordered them up and they marched for another four hours, until they came to another stream and another rest. They marched from dawn to dusk. In the late afternoon, one of the very young slaves started groaning. He was having a hard time marching with the others. He was probably 14 years old and was not in very good physical shape. After a 20 minute rest, the rest of the slaves got up and started marching, but after only five minutes this slave stopped in his tracks. He just couldn’t move any more. His sudden stop almost took off the head of the slave in front of him. He was wheezing and panting. Tarok came up to him and untied the rope. “You’re weak,” he said. “Kill him!” he told two of the warriors. Two huge warriors came up to the kid. One held the kid from the back and the other started smashing his fists into the kid’s ribs. It was like the kid was a punching bag getting smashed by the fists of the huge warrior. The warrior’s eyes lit up every time he heard another rib break. He loved breaking the bones of the little jackal. In a matter of minutes all the jackal’s ribs were broken. Then the warrior started hitting the jackal’s gut. He pulverized his internal organs. He didn’t hit the jackal’s crotch. This was just a killing, not a punishment, although the killing was brutal. It was time for the final kill. The warrior holding the boy spun him around and smiled. He got to kill the little jackal. He loved killing jackals. He raised one hand and grabbed the kid’s neck. Then he squeezed, smashing the neck into nothing. He twisted his wrist and snapped the neck. The kid was dead. Another dead jackal, just like another dead animal. The warriors killed whoever they wanted. And they killed whoever was weak. The warrior threw the kid away from the trail and Tarok yelled, “Keep marching!” The other men marched. They didn’t want to be weak.

Before dusk, the men stopped and Tarok ordered them to lie down. Two of the warriors got two sacks of food from the men. Tarok and the warriors again ate half of the food in the sacks, gorging their muscular bodies with the food, making sure their muscles had plenty of food to keep them big and strong. They preferred meat, but they knew there would be lots of meat back at their village. Then they passed out the rest of the food to the slaves, who managed to grab just a handful of food to fill their little stomachs. And they passed out lots of water. “Sleep,” ordered Tarok and all the slaves went to sleep. They were so tired. They were so glad they were allowed to sleep. Two of the young warriors took two hour shifts guarding the sleeping slaves. The others slept soundly while their stomachs digested the huge amount of food they had eaten.

Tarok and the young warriors had gotten to the village in only three days. They slept only during the darkest hours of the night and they hardly rested at all during the day as they marched quickly through the forest. They had brought lots of food with them which they ate on their way to the village. However, it took the slaves seven days to get to the Master Tribe’s village. With all the breaks and the slow marching of the 119 men, it took a lot longer than it took the totally fit and muscular warriors to get to their village. The warriors ate half the food at every feeding, giving the slaves just half. Their muscles were big and hard and needed lots of food. The warriors were always pumped up and energetic, ready to march harder, but the slaves were very weak. Four hours a time was all they could handle. After three days, one of the 16 year old slaves started panting and wheezing. He was slowing down the whole line. The warriors gave him lots of water and even a little extra food. They wanted as many slaves as they could bring back to the Master Tribe. But the kid just couldn’t keep up. Finally he just stopped, panting and wheezing, and stood there looking pathetic. Tarok came up to him and broke him away from the rope. He reached up with his big right hand and wrapped it around the kid’s neck. “You’re weak,” he said. He squeezed his fingers and crushed through all the flesh in the kid’s pencil thin neck. It was like he was squeezing a piece of soft fruit. His thick fingers crushed everything into a thin reed of a neck. Just the spine was left. All of the flesh was crushed into nothing. Mimbu’s cock immediately got hard as he watched Tarok’s huge forearm muscles contract and he watched those thick muscular fingers of death squeeze the life out of his little friend. Then Tarok twisted his thick wrist and snapped the bones in the kid’s neck. Instantly he was dead. Tarok lifted him up over his head by the neck and threw him into the forest, like the kid was just a piece of garbage he was throwing away. Mimbu almost came in his loin cloth. “March!” yelled Tarok and the line started moving. None of the jackals wanted to be weak. They wanted to stay alive. If they were weak they would be dead.

Tarok loved to intimidate Mimbu. Mimbu had a beautiful, almost feminine, face. His features were soft, unlike Tarok whose features were rock hard and brutally masculine. Mimbu had a lithe body with little muscles showing and a very firm round bubble butt that Tarok kept looking at. Tarok had an eye for this little slave. One time when the slaves were on a break and sitting down, he stood right next to Mimbu and flexed his huge legs. Mimbu looked up and gulped. He had never seen legs that big and muscular in his life. Veins were crisscrossing the muscle and the muscles bulged out in huge slabs. Then Tarok turned around and raised himself with his calves several times. His calves were huge, bigger than Mimbu’s legs, and the muscles bulged and flexed as he did his calf raised right in front of Mimbu. Mimbu’s cock was rock hard and sticking out of his loincloth. He started panting as he saw those huge calf muscles flex right in front of him. Tarok looked at Mimbu’s hard cock and he kind of half sneered and half grinned.

Another time, Mimbu was standing up and Tarok came over and stood right next to him. Mimbu couldn’t take his eyes off Tarok’s huge body and his cock shot straight up. Tarok looked down and saw the bulging little cock. He started flexing his huge 20 inch arm, moving it up and down at his side as Mimbu’s eyes got wide as the looked at the bulging muscle. Mimbu had never seen an arm that big in his life. His cock was now rock hard. Then Tarok did something that Mimbu would remember forever. He grabbed Mimbu’s hand and put it on his huge bicep. The bicep was so big that Mimbu couldn’t even circle it with his hand. He was shaking as he felt the huge rock hard muscle. Tarok kept moving his arm and flexing, letting Mimbu feel just how big and hard and muscular his arm was. Mimbu gasped. He had never felt anything like this in his whole life. His little cock poked out of his loincloth and was throbbing with lust. Tarok grabbed Mimbu’s cock and said “That little thing is so tiny. Wait to you feel a real cock fuck the shit outta you.” He pulled out his own huge cock which was semi-hard and it was twice as big as Mimbu’s little four inch cock. In two seconds after Tarok grabbed it, it was fully hard and now it was three times as big, 12 inches of huge thick black cock. “I’m gonna fuck your little ass with this huge monster. I’m gonna fuck the shit outta you, jackal,” said Tarok as he stroked his hard cock. Mimbu staggered around on his feet. Tarok’s cock was so big, so hard, so thick. He gulped and Tarok walked away smiling.

When the slaves took their breaks they got water that the warriors brought to them from nearby rivers and of course they had to piss and shit right on the trail. One time Mimbu took a piss, holding his little cock in his hand as he pissed a small amount of urine right next to him on the trail. Tarok saw his little piss and laughed. He came up, took out his huge cock from his loin cloth, and pissed a huge stream of hot piss right on the same spot. Tarok’s piss stream was four times as powerful as Mimbu’s and he had an incredible amount of piss that he put on top of Mimbu’s piss. Mimbu could smell the urine that was strong and powerful, just like Tarok’s body. Then, after he had completely covered Mimbu’s piss, Tarok turned his body and pissed all over Mimbu. His piss was hard and powerful and it covered Mimbu’s chest and gut and crotch and legs. Mimbu was covered by Tarok’s strong male piss. Now Mimbu could smell Tarok’s piss real well. He was covered with it. Tarok sneered at Mimbu and said, “I own you, jackal. I buried your piss under my piss and I pissed all over your body. I own you.” Tarok was just like an animal, pissing to show his dominance and pissing on his possession, the little slave Mimbu. Mimbu’s cock was rock hard. He stood there looking at Tarok’s huge body, covered by the young warrior’s hot piss. He took a deep breath, breathing in the pungent smell of Tarok’s piss.

 

Part 3

The slaves were now nearing the Master Tribe’s village. About a day away, one of the slaves twisted his ankle on a rock and sprained his ankle. He couldn’t walk. Tarok pulled him off the line and ordered him to walk. The boy stumbled a few steps and then stopped. He couldn’t walk. Tarok walked up to him and ran his huge and over the kid’s little ass. “Bad luck,” he said. “You would have been a good slave. You got a nice little ass. Now you’re a cripple.” He grabbed the kid’s arm. Then he reached up and opened his huge right hand in front of the kid’s face. The hand of death. The kid panicked and started hitting Tarok’s body, but the hits were like little insects hitting Tarok’s rock hard muscles. Tarok wrapped his hand around the kid’s thin neck and started crushing all the muscle and flesh in the neck. He kneaded his thick fingers, squishing the flesh like it was bread dough until there was nothing left. Mimbu gasped as he saw the power in Tarok’s fingers. In 30 seconds he had pulverized every bit of flesh from the kid’s neck. All there was left was the spine bone. Tarok pushed the kid’s head back so the chin was tilting up. Then he pulled back his other hand, made a fist and smashed his fist into the cavity behind the kid’s chin. There was a loud popping sound as the boy’s neckbones broke. The kid’s head flew off his neck and landed in a bush next to the trail. Tarok was now holding a headless boy. He had decapitated the boy with one smashing blow from his huge arm. Tarok was happy with his work. He had never beheaded a slave with one punch before. He threw the body into the bushes and grabbed the head. Then he walked around the line, holding the head and laughing. Killing the jackals was obviously a lot of fun to him.

In the last day of the marching, the young warriors gave the slaves all of the food that was left. Instead of eating half the food, the warriors ate nothing. They knew they were going to have a huge feast when they returned to their village. And they wanted the slaves to be healthy. They wanted nice healthy slaves to present to their chief. So the slaves ate a lot of food during the breaks as they marched. They felt good. Even though they had been marching for seven days the warriors always gave them plenty of water and now they were getting lots of food.

As they got close to the village, they came to a small river that had a big pool of water. The young warriors were very familiar with this river and the pool. They had swum in it many times. Tarok ordered them to stop. “Strip off your loincloths and throw them away. You are going to be naked from now on.” The slaves quickly threw away their loincloths. And he and the other warriors stripped off their own loinclothes and threw them in the bushes. They were naked too. “Clean your bodies in the water,” yelled Tarok. “I’m going to inspect you and you all must be very clean. Any dirty bodies will be punished.” The slaves knew they’d better clean themselves off really well. They didn’t want to be punished by Tarok. Maybe the punishment was a cruel death. They still had the rope attached to one arm and wrapped around their necks. They marched slowly through the pool washing their bodies with their free hand. All the urine was cleansed away from Mimbu’s body. His skin was clean and beautiful as he walked away from the river. The young warriors swam around the pool, frolicking in the water and splashing each other, just like they had done when they were 10 years old. When they arose from the water their bodies were radiant. Every one of them was over six feet tall. Tarok was the biggest at 240 pounds, but all of these 16 year old warriors weighed at least 220 pounds. They were solid muscle and the droplets of water sparkled on their pecs and their abs and their big broad shoulders. And their cocks were huge, big thick snakes hanging from their crotches with huge balls hanging down behind them.

After the slaves walked away from the water Tarok ordered them to stop. He and the other warriors inspected them, both visually and physically. Tarok came up to Mimbu and ran his huge hand of death over Mimbu’s little tight bubble butt. He smiled. “A nice clean jackal,” he said. “A real tight little ass.” Tarok’s cock was rock hard and Mimbu looked at it in awe. His cock was hard too. He began to tremble as he thought about Tarok’s huge 12 inch cock ramming up his ass. The other young warriors were feeling the asses of the other slaves. They placed their huge callused hands on the slaves’ bodies, especially on their asses. It was like they were at a slave market, picking out the slave with the cutest face and the nicest body and ass. Their cocks were rock hard too as they felt their slaves. They knew what was coming. And they were horny as hell. The slaves were trembling in fear. They saw the warriors’ huge 10 to 12 inch cocks and realized their little asses were going to be the targets of those huge weapons. “March!” yelled Tarok. The slaves had all passed the cleanliness inspection.

In a few hours Mimbu saw the village. It was huge. It was at least 10 times bigger than his village. Instead of huts, there were houses, houses made of clay and wood and sticks. Houses made by slaves. He saw guards outside the village, guards who waved at the young warriors welcoming them back. The guards were big and muscular, just like the young warriors. The young warriors strutted along side the slaves, proud of the huge number of slaves they had brought back to the village. The slave’s chief Simbu was in front of the line and his mouth dropped open as he saw the size and grandeur of the Master Tribe’s village.

They walked into the village into the courtyard. The courtyard was surrounded by houses on the right a throne in the middle and a huge workout area on the left where the warriors trained their huge bodies. Kwame, the Master Warrior chief, was seated on the throne. He was wearing only a loincloth. All the slaves gasped as they took in the enormity of Kwame’s body. Mimbu noticed that he looked at lot like Tarok, except he was way more massive and muscular. He was surrounded by the most gigantic young men Mimbu had ever seen. They were older than the young warriors, probably in their 20’s and early 30’s and they were huge. They were also just wearing loincloths and they had necklaces around their necks, necklaces that identified them as noble warriors. They were the nobles of the village, the huge warriors who had brought back slaves in their youth and who were now part of the ruling class of the village. Kwame and these lieutenants of his ran the village. All the other villagers did what Kwame and his warriors ordered. And all the boys and young men wanted to be a warrior.

On the left alongside the training area, there were many other young men lined up. They were all naked and they all had hard cocks. Some were young, maybe 12 or 13 years old. Others were in their late teens and early 20’s. Mimbu thought they were warriors who weren’t quite at the ruling class stage. But they were big and strong. Even the 12 and 13 year old warriors were twice as big as he was. And they looked very strong. And they looked like they wanted to fuck. You see, Kwame had over 20 wives. He had over 100 children and he fucked at least three wives every day. But no other man could touch Kwame’s wives. And each of the noble warriors standing next to Kwame had at least 10 wives. They were producing lots of big strong boy babies, just like Kwame was. But this meant there weren’t enough women for the younger warriors or the older warriors who hadn’t become nobles. But there were slaves. Slaves with nice tight assholes. The slaves were going to be the sex toys for all the warriors in the village. The slaves were going to get their first taste of this today.

The six young warriors lined up the slaves in front of Kwame the chief and stood before him in front of the slaves. A couple of the other warriors took off the ropes so now the slaves were standing, for the first time in seven days, without ropes holding them together. But they knew they could not escape. There were lots of warriors guarding them. Huge young warriors who could kill them with just one punch from their huge arms.

Then the chief stood up. Mimbu’s mouth dropped open. He was absolutely huge. He was about 6’ 6” tall and must have weighed over 300 pounds. He was solid muscle, with arms that must have measured 25 inches around. His chest was like a huge barrel of muscle. His shoulders were gigantic and his legs were like huge tree trunks. His waist was big also, but it was all muscle. He was the biggest man Mimbu had ever seen or even dreamed existed. No wonder he was the chief, Mimbu thought. Nobody would dare to fight all that muscle. “Come forward,” he ordered, and the six young warriors walked up to him. Kwame was Tarok’s uncle. They both had the same grandfather. Tarok came from the ruling family of the tribe and he was the biggest and strongest of the young warriors. The chief smiled at him. He was happy for his big nephew. “You were very successful,” he said as he looked at the naked 118 slaves standing there terrified. Then one of the nobles handed him six necklaces. They had about 20 white sticks hanging on a string. They were the same necklaces the other nobles were wearing. Mimbu struggled to see what the necklaces were made of. Then he realized the white sticks were finger bones. They were the finger bones of slaves who were now dead. He shuddered. Maybe one day his finger bones would be on those necklaces. He realized he was nothing to these huge men. He was a jackal. He remembered how Tarok had said that the jackals were animals and the warriors would kill them any time they wanted. He started trembling.

Kwame put the necklaces around the necks of the six young warriors and said, “You have passed the test. You are now noble warriors of the Master Tribe.” Each of them smiled and hugged the chief. They were men. They were warrior men. They were nobles. They were part of the ruling class of the Master Tribe.

The young warriors knew what was coming next. Their cocks were rock hard. They were naked and they turned around and faced the slaves. Then Kwame removed his loin cloth and his huge cock sprang up. He was hard also. His cock was gigantic. Mimbu’s eyes bulged out of his head. That cock must have been 14 inches long and it was as thick as Mimbu’s upper arm. Kwame swaggered over to the slaves and strutted along the line of puny men, men who were a foot shorter than him and weighed a third of what he weighed. He swung his cock back and forth as the jackals looked at it and his body and gasped in awe and horror. Then he swaggered over and grabbed Simbu, the slaves’ chief, a man in his 30’s who was a foot shorter and 180 pounds lighter than Kwame. Kwame’s huge arms were bigger than Simbu’s legs. In fact he had more muscle in one arm than Simbu had in his whole body. He grabbed Simbu under his shoulders and held him over his huge rock hard cock. The little chief looked down at the big chief’s huge hard cock and gulped. “I’m gonna fuck the shit outta you, jackal,” said the huge man. “I’m gonna fuck you until you die.”

Kwame lifted Simbu up and down a couple of times, playing with him like he was playing with a rag doll. Simbu was so light to him it was like he was lifting a feather. His huge cock was pointing up and it was throbbing. All the slaves were looking at this in horror. Their chief as at the mercy of Kwame and they knew there would be no mercy. The six young warriors were stroking their cocks. They were really getting turned on watching their huge chief and his huge cock. Kwame slowly lowered the little man down so the tip of his cock was right at the opening of his anus. Then he jammed Simbu asshole down on his cock with such force that the little man’s anus burst open. Kwame’s cock was like a huge steel pole and Simbu’s little anus muscles were nothing to that huge monster. They instantly broke. Tendons broke. Ligaments broke. Skin broke. “Oh yeah,” yelled Kwame. “Nice and tight!” Blood started flowing out of Simbu’s asshole and Kwame started thrusting his hips and lifting and lowering the little man up and down on his cock. “Oh yeah, oh yeah,” yelled Kwame as his huge cock brutally tore through Simbu’s little body.

Kwame continued this fucking for several minutes. Every thrust by his cock tore into Simbu’s guts. His cock was so long and thick and hard that it was busting through Simbu’s intestines and his vital organs. And every time his cock tore through an intestine or and organ a spasm of pleasure went through Kwame’s body as he felt his cock destroy the living tissue. After five minutes of this fucking, there was nothing left of Simbu’s intestines or liver. Simbu was crying in pain. Kwame didn’t care. His cock felt real good.

Then Kwame threw Simbu on the ground on his back and he jumped on top of him, completely covering him with his 300 pounds of muscle. He thrust his cock into that bloody anus and started fucking again, this time thrusting his hips with enormous force. Sweat was dripping off his black skin. His huge abs muscles were pushing his cock deeper and deeper inside Simbu’s ass. His butt muscles were glistening with power and huge dimples formed on the sides of his glutes with every thrust. Mimbu gasped as he saw the incredible power of Kwame’s fucking. All the other slaves were crying and yelling as they saw their chief being pulverized by Kwame’s huge body and cock. However, Mimbu’s cock was rock hard and he wasn’t crying. He was transfixed as he watched Kwame’s huge muscles flex and writhe and smash his cock into the puny body of his chief. He was totally turned on by this display of total muscle domination. Then he heard bones cracking. Simbu’s pelvis was cracking apart. It was being broken apart by Kwame’s powerful thrusts. Then his spine started breaking as Kwame pushed himself farther and farther in. By now, Kwame’s cock had destroyed Simbu’s stomach. It was now pushing into his lungs. More and more tissues were destroyed by that huge weapon. Kwame was now panting and yelling in erotic bliss. He was ready for the final burst of pleasure. He wrapped his huge right hand around Simbu’s neck and squeezed. His hand was so strong it squeezed through all the tissue and then crushed the bone. Kwame’s huge fingers had crushed Simbu’s neckbones. Spasms of death surged through Simbu's ass giving Kwame even more pleasure as he thrust his cock in and out of his ass, which was now twitching in death. Kwame yelled and started shooting his load, filling up Simbu’s body with spurt after spurt after spurt of his genetically perfect muscle sperm, millions of huge muscle man sperm spewing into Simbu’s body. After many many spurts of cum Kwame finally stopped and pulled his huge cock out of Simbu’s mangled body. He looked down at Simbu’s dead corpse and said, “Nice fuck, jackal.”

The six young warriors were now in a sexual frenzy after watching this overwhelming display of sexual dominance by their chief. The slave’s chief had been destroyed by Kwame’s huge cock and his huge muscles. Now it was their turn to fuck. Kwame turned to them and said, “Choose your jackal, young warriors.” The slaves were all crying. Fear and horror was in their eyes. They all thought they would be killed the same way Simbu was killed, getting fucked and crushed by these huge young men who were so much bigger and so much more muscular and so much stronger than they were. However, that was not the plan of the warriors. They intended to fuck these little slaves for months, fucking them every day and many times per day. Yeah, a few of the slaves would die. Maybe a warrior would break his neck or fuck him so hard one of his internal organs would be damaged. Over time, all of the slaves would die. That was their purpose. To serve as fuck toys for the warriors, to work in the village and then to die. New slaves arrived almost every other month. These warriors were the masters and they would decide when it was time for a slave to die. When their asses got too soft and new tight ass slaves arrived it was time to die. Or if a warrior just wanted to kill a slave he could do it. Slaves were like animals. They could be killed any time.

The six young warriors got to pick a slave that would be his. All the other slaves would be available to the other warriors. They would be fuck toys for everyone. The better looking slaves would be fucked over and over again. They would be gang raped by these horny young men, men who could fuck five and six times a day.

But six of the lucky slaves would have just one master. Torak strutted over to Mimbu and pulled him away from the line. He looked down at Mimbu’s hard cock and grinned and sneered at the same time. The other five warriors pulled out the jackal they had picked out before. The best jackals were now the sex slaves of these six young warriors. Mimbu was terrified and excited at the same time. He looked at Torak’s huge body and his huge cock in anticipation. The other five slaves were crying as their young warrior masters looked at their tight little butts.

Then Kwame yelled to the other warriors. “Okay, fuck the jackals!” Suddenly all the other warriors ran at the slaves and grabbed a slave away from the line. There were way more warriors than there were slaves so two or three warriors would share one jackal. For some of the younger warriors, this was their first jackal fuck. They had just gone through puberty and chief Kwame had told them they were old enough to fuck the jackals. They could hardly wait. Even though they were only 12 or 13, they were bigger than any of the jackals. They had been building up their bodies since they were three years old. They lifted heavy logs in the training pen, logs that had been carved by their ancestors and that weighed different weights. So there were light logs for the young kids and heavy logs for the teens and the men. The logs were carved with hand grips, so even the heaviest logs, logs that weighed 400 or 500 pounds could be lifted by a warrior and pressed overhead or in a bench press on a huge log bench. And the warriors had to make heavier logs every year as the young warriors like Tarok got stronger than their fathers. The boys who had just gone through puberty were overhead pressing much more than they weighed. They could press 200 pounds and they could curl 130. And they could squat with 250 pounds of log on their back. No wonder Tarok and the young warriors were so strong. They had been lifting huge weights since they were kids. And they ate tons of meat. The little jackals were like infants to the 12 and 13 year old boys who were now going to gang fuck them with cocks that were already bigger than any of the slaves’ cocks. A young slave was going to be gang banged by at least six of these young boys. And the young boys were going to have a lot of fun. They didn’t care how the slave felt. He was just a jackal.

The wild fucking began. Some of the warriors wanted a blow job before they fucked the ass of a slave. They could cum many times and they wanted to start with a blow job. Other warriors went right to the butt fucking. They loved the tight little butts of these slaves who had never been fucked before. The slaves obeyed their orders because they saw what Torak had done to any slave who disobeyed. They would be punished severely and maybe killed. So they did whatever the warriors ordered. The 12 year old warriors picked out a boy who was just about their age. He was very young and he was very skinny. They looked at his skinny body and laughed as they flexed their muscles at him . Then one of the boys order him to suck his cock and another warrior fucked him in the ass. After both of those boys came, which only took a minute because they were so horny, two other boy warriors got a blow job or an ass fuck. And this continued until all the boy warriors had come five or six times. The little slave was exhausted and fell to the ground as the boy warriors stroked their cocks and strutted away, their sexual lust satisfied at least for now. Then another warrior came up and fucked the exhausted slave another time. It was an orgy.

Torak pulled Mimbu aside. Mimbu saw what all the other warriors were doing to the slaves and he expected Torak to attack him. But Torak just stood there in front of Mimbu, stroking his 12 inch cock which was rock hard. “You’ve been drooling over my body, jackal. Your cock’s been hard since the minute you saw me. Touch my muscles and tell me what you’re thinking. I wanna hear what you think about my body. I wanna feel your little hands on my body. I’m gonna get so turned on I’m gonna fuck the shit outta you.” Torak raised his huge right hand, the hand of death, and looked at it. “You watched me kill all those jackals with this big hand. This hand’s very strong. Look how thick my fingers are. They’re thick with muscle. I have more strength in one finger than you have in you whole body. But you like my strength, don’t you jackal. You like to see me killing jackals, killing those little animals with just my big strong fingers crushing their puny flesh. You like my incredible strength. I’m the strongest 16 year old warrior here. I know I’m gonna be chief some day. And I’m gonna kill a lot of jackals with my big strong muscles. Touch my body. Tell me what you think!” Mimbu grabbed Tarok’s hand and felt how tough and hard it was, how thick those fingers were, how big it was. His cock was rock hard as he felt Tarok’s hand of death. “Your hand is enormous. Look how much bigger it is than my hand. It’s twice as big and your fingers are three times as thick. Your skin is all callused from all the work your hand does. Lifting huge weights, killing animals, killing jackals. Your hand is the hand of death. You can kill me with just your hand. You could wrap that hand around my neck and squeeze. Your forearm muscles would flex and become enormous. Immense power would surge through your fingers. My neck would be crushed into pulp, crushed into nothing by your huge fingers of death.” Tarok smiled. He liked the way Mimbu was talking. Mimbu moved his little hands up to Tarok’s huge forearm. He felt the size of the huge muscles and Torak made a fist and flexed them as Mimbu gasped. “Oh my god, your forearm is huge. It’s bigger than my leg. Your muscles feel like rocks. They feel like rock hard snakes writhing in your arm. I feel so weak and insignificant compared to you. I want to worship you master. I wanted to feel all of your body and to worship your muscles” He looked at Tarok’s brutally handsome face and said, “You are like a god to me.” Tarok smiled. “Well, do it!” he yelled as he flexed his 20 inch arm right in Mimbu’s face.

Mimbu tore into Tarok’s body, feeling his muscles and lusting over him in actions and words. He felt his huge arms and marveled at the power in those huge guns. He told about seeing that arm smash his friend’s head right off his spine. He couldn’t believe how strong that arm was. He was in awe at the size and hardness of that huge arm. He felt Tarok’s huge shoulder, a huge round block of muscle that sat like a cannonball on his broad shoulders and he told about how hard Tarok could punch, how much power was in that shoulder and how awesome it must feel to Tarok to have a shoulder that strong. Tarok’s cock was bouncing up and down. He was getting totally turned on. Then Mimbu smashed his face into Tarok’s armpit and smelled his hot sweat. The armpit was huge, surrounded by Tarok’s huge lats, his huge pecs and his huge arm. “You are such a man, master. You are such a man. I am a weak little animal compared to you. Your armpit smells like the armpit of a man. Strong sweat made by your huge muscles. The sweat of a chief! You are going to be the chief of all these warriors. You are so strong. You are so dominant. You are a natural leader. All the men do what you tell them. I saw it. You are a young god.” Tarok was grunting. He wasn’t going to be able to take this too much longer. Mimbu had only gotten from his arm to his shoulder to his armpit and he was hot as hell.

He grabbed Tarok’s head and pushed him down to his crotch. “Lick my balls, jackal! Lick my cock! You got me so turned on already!” Mimbu looked at Tarok’s huge balls and his gigantic cock. He felt he had died and gone to heaven. He had been looking at that huge cock and longing after it. Now he was going to be able to touch it with his tongue, to smell it, to feel it, to taste it. “Yes, master,” he groaned as he started licking Tarok’s huge balls. “Your balls are huge, master. They are the balls of a man. You are going to make lots of babies. Your sons are going to be beautiful. They’re going to be huge and muscular, just like you. They are going to be strong. They are going to be stronger than all the other men. God, your ball is so big I can hardly fit it into my mouth. It’s so hot, so hard. I’m thinking about all the cum your balls are making, cum that will fill the world with big muscular male babies, babies that will rule every village.” Mimbu was licking and sucking furiously and Tarok was groaning in pleasure. He had fucked a lot of jackals but he had never had a fuck this good. His mind as well as his body was totally into this fuck.

Mimbu then started licking his cock. “I have never seen a cock as big as yours. You cock is bigger than the cocks of all the other young warriors. I was looking and I noticed. Your cock is huge. And it’s so thick and so hard. I bet you’ve killed jackals with your cock. Your cock is so big that it just busted through them, ripping open their asses and killing them as their blood drained out. Please don’t kill me master. I want to worship you. I want to make you cum like you’ve never cum before. Don’t kill me master with your huge cock. Be gentle at first until my ass opens up. Then fuck the shit out of me with this huge monster.” Mimbu was licking and sucking furiously on Tarok’s huge cock. Tarok roared like a lion. The sound was very loud, like a young lion ready to fuck his mate. He roared again. Then he pulled back Mimbu’s head and rammed his huge cock down his throat. He thrust his hips back and forth and pulled Mimbu’s head up and down his huge cock. Mimbu was gagging but he was so totally turned on he didn’t care. His cock was rock hard and now his had one hand on his cock and one hand on Tarok’s big round muscle butt. Tarok was groaning with pleasure as he rammed his cock in and out of Mimbu’s mouth, forcing it all the way down his throat and having that tight throat give his organ the most ultimate sexual ecstasy it had ever had. “Oh, oh!” yelled Tarok as he thrust harder and harder. Finally he roared again and he shot load after load of his male lion sperm down Mimbu’s throat. Mimbu gagged and the gagging gave Tarok even more pleasure as he fucked and fucked and shot and shot. He shot a huge amount of cum into Mimbu’s stomach. After many spurts and many thrusts, Tarok finally slowed down and stroked his still hard cock in Mimbu’s throat as Mimbu continued licking and sucking it. “Oh my god, oh my god,” said Tarok and he pushed Mimbu forward and fell on him with his hard cock still in his mouth. Mimbu was almost smothered by Tarok’s hard body but he loved having all that hard muscle on top of him. He had cum too and he felt so good.

Tarok fucked Mimbu four more times. Each time, Mimbu worshipped more parts of Tarok’s body, turning him on so much that he was an incredible sex machine. The first time Tarok fucked Mimbu’s butt, he spit on his cock and on the butt and he moved his thick fingers around inside, opening up Mimbu’s tight anus muscles. Then he slowly inserted his huge cock, inch by inch, until he was all the way in. He slowly moved it back and forth until Mimbu was moaning in pleasure rather than pain. Then he started fucking ravenously, ramming his huge cock inside Mimbu’s ass until he came, filling up Mimbu’s ass with his cum, which flowed out onto Mimbu’s little ass. From then on it was wild fucking with Tarok grunting and fucking and cumming over and over. His balls were drained. He felt just like the young stud he was. Mimbu wasn’t injured. And he wasn’t killed. He was the happiest slave in the village.

 

Part 4

The orgy finally came to and end when whiffs of roasted meat came through the air. The women had been preparing a huge feast for the warriors. Big slabs of meat were roasting on the fire. The warriors threw the jackals on the ground and strutted over to gorge themselves. Some of the jackals had been fucked 50 times. They lay on the ground writhing in pain. Three of the jackals were dead. They had been fucked to death. After the warriors went over to feast, two older warriors, probably in their 40’s, came over to the slaves. “Get up, jackals,” they yelled. “We’re gonna bring you to your hut. You can drink some water and eat some food. No meat for you. Jackals don’t get meat. You just get roots and grain. So get up and move!” Slowly the slaves stood up. Some of them kept lying down and writhing in pain and the old warriors kicked them until they stood up. “If you got blood coming outta your ass, stuff it with straw and the bleeding will stop. You’re gonna get fucked a lot around here, so you better get used to it. The warriors work out hard and they fuck hard. You puny little jackals are just fuck toys for the warriors. Drag the dead jackals with you. You will throw them in the garbage tomorrow, with all the other trash.”

The slaves walked towards their hut. The walked by the big houses that the warriors and their wives and children lived in. They saw new houses under construction. The village was growing. The warriors were making more and more babies and those babies were growing into more warriors and wives and new houses were needed. The slaves were the ones building the houses. The slaves took away all the garbage, they emptied the piss and shit pots and threw that away too. They built new houses for their masters and they threw away all their masters’ garbage. They couldn’t touch any food except the food they were given. They were given food by their warrior guards. Not the same food the warriors were eating. They ate leftover roots and grains and insects. The warriors ate lots of meat and the new roots and grains and vegetables. Each warrior ate ten times the food of a slave. The warriors were big and strong. The slaves were weak and skinny. And they kept it that way.

They walked into the slave quarters of the village. There, for the first time, they saw the other slaves. They were standing outside their huts, weak and skinny and dirty. Mimbu wondered how many times those slaves had been fucked. The old slaves looked forlornly at the new slaves. Half of the old slaves were dead. The other half would be dead in a few months. They had been fucked thousands of times, every day, five to 20 times a day. The warriors were the most virile men in Africa, and since the young warriors couldn’t have wives yet, they fucked the slaves. And they fucked whenever they wanted to. Five or six times a day for most of the young warriors. The slaves ultimately got fucked to death. The warriors didn’t care. They sent new young warriors to bring back new jackals every time the slave population fell below 100 slaves. More tight asses to fuck.

The slaves reached their hut. It was old and dark and smelly. Obviously other slaves had lived there, slaves that were now dead. The floor was covered with straw. Outside, there was a pot full of water, another pot for their piss and feces, and finally some food on some straw. “Eat and sleep,” said one of the guards. “Tomorrow you will work. You will work and you will get fucked. That is what life is going to be for you. Working and getting fucked. If you try to escape you will be killed.”

So the slaves took some food and water and ate. There was actually quite a bit of food, although it was bland and almost inedible. They heard the warriors laughing and singing as they feasted and fed their huge bodies with lots of meat and grain and vegetables. The slaves were exhausted. They had endured seven days of marching and a fucking orgy that none of them could have imagined. They found some straw to lay on in their crowded hut and quickly went to sleep. Then, one of Mimbu’s friends, decided he had had enough. He had been raped 25 times. His ass was aching. He decided there was no way he was going to get fucked over and over again by these huge muscular warrior boys. He was going to escape and find his way back to his village. So he got up and slipped out of the hut. He walked quietly to the side and then saw a trail in the moonlight that led out of the village. He walked quickly. The all of a sudden there was a loud yell. “Halt!” yelled the voice and instantly there was a huge warrior standing in front of him. It was a guard. The village was always guarded and this young man was a warrior guard. He was in his early 20’s and he was huge, almost as big as Tarok. He stood there with his massive chest, his rippling abs, his broad shoulders capped with bowling balls of muscle and his 19 inch arms. He grinned. “Fuck, I was hoping for this.” He grabbed the slave by his arm and dragged him back to the village and into the slaves’ hut.

The slaves were all asleep. The guard yelled “Wake up jackals!” The slaves jolted themselves awake and looked at the huge warrior, who was carrying a torch. Then they saw their little friend in his grip. “One of you tried to escape. Here’s what happens to a jackal who tries to escape! A death with so much pain this jackal will wish he were dead right now.” The jackal was trembling in fear. “Please don’t hurt me master. I’ll be a good slave. I won’t try to run away again.” The huge warrior sneered at the little man and pushed the jackal to the wall. He raised him up with one hand and then made a fist with his other hand. The jackal yelled “No, No!” as he looked at the huge muscles twitching in the warrior’s shoulder and at his huge arm which was so muscular. The warrior flexed his arm right in the jackal’s face and said “Too late.” Then he pulled back his huge arm and slammed his fist into the jackal’s stomach. His punch was so hard that his fist hit the jackals spine bone and the jackal started vomiting. This warrior could do bench presses with a 500 pound log and all that power smashed itself into the jackal’s weak little gut. Then the warrior lifted the jackal higher by his neck and smashed his fist into his crotch, breaking the jackal’s pelvis bone and crushing his cock and balls. The jackal was crying in abject pain. The warrior then grabbed the jackals balls and crushed them with his hand, smashing the balls with his hard muscular fingers until they were ground into a paste. All the slaves were stunned by this absolute cruelty. The jackal was wailing.

Then the warrior grabbed the jackal’s foot and raised it into the air. He grabbed the foot with both of his hands and started kneading it with his thick strong fingers. He crushed the bones so all the form went away from the jackal’s foot. It was like a stump on the end of his legs, all the bones crushed into powder. Then the warrior did the same thing with his other foot. His forearms bulged with muscle as he crushed. Those feet weren’t going to run any more. But the warrior wasn’t done. He raised up the jackal and jammed him down on the ground, smashing his crushed feet. . Then he grabbed an arm and twisted it up the jackal’s back, twisting it back and forth and breaking his tendons and ligaments. The arm was now like a little pole, hanging from the jackal’s bony shoulder with just the skin holding it in place. Then he twisted the jackal’s other arm. Now the jackal had no arms and no feet. Pain surged through his body. But the warrior wasn’t done yet. He inflicted even more pain. H e wrapped his arms around the jackal’s chest and crushed all his rib bones. Those bones were nothing to the enormous strength of this young warrior. All the warriors were trained to be strong and these little jackals were nothing to them. The jackal was almost dead. His whole body was now in such pain that the other slaves couldn’t even imagine how bad the pain was. Then the warrior grabbed the jackals shriveled up little cock and his pulverized balls, squeezed hard, and pulled them off his body. Blood spurted out of his crotch. The jackal would be dead in about ten minutes as his blood flowed out. The warrior bent down on his knee, lifted the jackal up and smashed him down over his knee, breaking his spine. The jackal was writhing in pain, with blood flowing out of his crotch and all his nerves in total pain.

Then the warrior got up and turned to the slaves. “You can throw this garbage in the dump tomorrow,” he said, “along with all the shit and piss.” The dead slaves didn’t get buried. They got thrown away as garbage. He put his foot on the dying body and flexed his huge arms as he sneered at the jackals. He smashed his foot down, breaking more bones. Then he strutted out of the hut. No slave ever tried to escape again. The young jackal was still writhing in pain. It would be several minutes before he died. One of the slaves went up to him and put his hand over his nose and mouth. Rather than dying in absolute pain, he suffocated. The slaves dragged him over to the side of the hut and cried.

The next day at dawn, 10 older warriors entered the hut and yelled for the slaves to wake up. “First you work, then you eat, then you work some more,” yelled one of them. The slaves all stood up. Then the warriors divided them into groups. There was the cleanup and garbage removal group. There was the wood gathering group. There was the construction group. All the menial jobs the village were performed by the slaves. The women and girls found the roots and vegetables, cooked the food - except the meat, the warriors grilled that - and took care of the many children. The warriors and the boys who would become warriors worked out in the huge workout area, fought with each other, hunted for meat with their spears and ate huge meals, making their bodies grow huge and muscular. They ruled the village. The women and the slaves did all the work around the village. The warriors got big and strong, got to be awesome fighters and got to be awesome hunters.

As the slaves stood there, they saw a group of about 50 warriors, spears in hand, heading out of the village to go hunting. There were millions of animals on the plains and the warriors had perfected the way to kill several animals a day. They formed a huge circle around the grazing antelopes or buffalo and then slowly closed in. Once the antelopes or buffalo sensed they were there, it was too late. As the animals ran, the warriors threw their spears and always hit at least two or three animals. The they ran up and instantly killed the animal by spearing it several times in the chest, puncturing its heart. Then they cleaned out the animal’s guts and hauled it back to the village on their broad shoulders. More meat for their huge appetites. At each meal Kwame the chief tore away his meat first. He ate three pounds of meat at every meal and he always chose the best cuts. Next came the nobles, who tore away their huge portions, as much as they wanted. Then came all the other warriors, men and boys, who took as much as they wanted. And that was a lot. Even the boys ate a lot of meat. They worked out with the heavy logs two hours and day, they fought two hours a day and the learned to hunt two hours a day. In between, they ate huge meals to fuel their big, growing muscles. The girls and women came last, but there was always enough meat for them, although maybe not the best cuts. The slaves never got any meat. Meat was only for the Master Tribe.

Mimbu was picked to be in the cleanup and garbage removal group. The village was spotless and that was because the slaves removed all the garbage and hauled it about a half a mile away downwind to the garbage dump. There were “chamber pots” around each house where the villagers took their pisses and their shits, shitting their feces into the pot, and because the warriors ate so much food there was a lot of feces in their chamber pots. The slaves had to carry the chamber pots, full of piss and feces, down to the dump and throw it in. Then they brought the pot back for the next day’s use. They removed all the garbage too. The village looked beautiful. They brought the corpses of their friends who had been fucked to death the day before plus the corpse of the slave who tried to escape down to the dump. And the guard made them throw the corpses in the with piss and feces and other garbage. In the next several trips, they threw piss and feces all over them. Their friends were just garbage to the warriors.

When Mimbu’s group came up from dumping another load of garbage a young warrior, a kid about 14 years old, came up to the group. He grabbed the biggest slave in the group, a man in his 20’s who was about five feet seven inches and 120 pounds. The young warrior looked at the older warrior leading the garbage group. “Time for some entertainment,” he yelled with a smile on his face. “The nine year old boys have just finished their fighting contest. And the winner gets the prize. He gets to kill a jackal.” The 14 year old warrior, who must have weighed 180 pounds of solid muscle, grabbed the arm of the slave and dragged him over to the workout area. The other slaves and their master followed.

There, there were lots of boys in the workout area, ranging in age from three to 12 years old. Some of them had been working out with the heavy logs. Others of them had been fighting. The nine year olds had been fighting and the winner of the fights was standing there looking at the jackal being dragged to him. He was a huge boy. He was the son of Kwame the chief and his mother was also huge, a big strong woman who was as strong as some of the men. He had the best genes of all the nine year olds and his body really showed it. He was tall, standing 5’ 5” tall, only two inches shorter than the skinny slave and his body was massive. He had very wide shoulders packed with muscle, huge muscular arms, a huge chest with bulging pecs and big wide lats, a waist that already had a washboard of muscle and gigantic legs. He weighed 145 pounds and he was all muscle. “That’s the chief’s son,” bragged the 14 year old warrior. “He’s really strong. He can press a 200 pound log over his head. Those big legs can squat with a 300 pound log on his back. And he can curl a 150 pound log with those big arms of his. He’s gonna love killing a jackal with those huge muscles.” All the slaves were gasping. They had never seen a nine year old boy who was that big and strong. And the slave that the warrior had picked was trembling in fear.

The young warrior turned to the slave and said, “Fight him as hard as you can. It’s more fun for the warriors when the jackals try to fight back. So fight him hard. You’re a man and he’s just a boy, so maybe you got a chance.” Then he started laughing.

He pushed the slave into the workout area where the other boys had cleared out a big fighting area. Kwame’s son glared at the jackal. His skin was still sweaty from the fights. His muscles were all pumped up and they were bulging under his thin skin. His shoulders were huge and his arms were packed with rippling muscle. He was all muscle with no fat. The Master Tribe bred bigger and stronger boys with each generation. The chief and the nobles were the main breeders because they had so many wives, and they were the biggest and strongest warriors in the tribe. The tribe had been breeding this way for many generations, so with every generation the boys got bigger and stronger and the chief’s son was the biggest and strongest of his generation. He raised his arms and flexed his biceps at the terrified jackal. The jackal trembled as he looked at all that muscle bulging in the boy’s arms.

“Fight me, jackal!” yelled the boy as he lowered his arms and stood there. His hands weren’t up. He was just standing there flexing his pecs and abs at the jackal. The jackal ran up and threw a punch at the boy’s abs. It felt like he had hit a brick wall. He pulled back his hand and held it. It hurt a lot. The boy laughed. “You’re so fucking weak,” he said. “I could hardly feel that. My sister is way stronger than you. Try again, jackal. Make it harder. Fight me you weak little slave!” So the 23 year old jackal started punching the boy’s body, hitting his pecs and abs with absolutely no effect. It was like he was hitting rock. The boy’s muscles were much too hard to even feel his weak little punches. Then he aimed for the boy’s face. The boy was brutally handsome, with a strong jaw, very wide cheekbones and glistening white teeth. He aimed for the jaw. He swung his arm but by the time his fist had got there, the boy had easily dodged out of the way. He was much too fast for the jackal.

The boy looked at the pathetic jackal and sneered. “You’re so fucking weak you deserve to get smashed by my muscles. You’re just a jackal. You deserve to get killed.” Then he attacked the jackal, smashing his arms into the jackal’s body. His blows were devastating. He threw his fists into the jackal’s gut, smashing his internal organs with each blow. Then he started hitting his chest and he almost broke some ribs with just the power of his fists. In a few more years he would be easily able to break ribs with his fists. But he was only nine. He was having fun. The poor jackal couldn’t fight back. He was way too weak. So the boy was smashing him harder and harder. He loved it. He loved to see the fear in the jackal’s face. He loved to hear his cries of pain. He loved to feel the jackal’s flesh surrendering to his strong fists. He loved to see the big welts forming on the jackal’s body. He loved killing jackals.

He threw the jackal on the ground and wrapped his thick legs around the jackal’s chest. He locked his ankles and then squeezed. Those strong legs that could squat with 300 pounds started crushing the jackal’s chest. He looked at his thighs and smiled as he saw all his muscle bulging. He flexed harder and the muscle bulged bigger and bigger. Then he heard a crack. He had broken a rib. That really excited him, and spurts of adrenaline coursed through his body. That gave him even more strength and he flexed harder. The muscle really bulged. This time three more ribs cracked and broke. All the other warriors were clapping and yelling with glee as they watched their friend crush the jackal’s chest. The boy started moving his legs around as he crushed as slowly the jackal’s chest started getting smaller and smaller and more ribs were crushed. The boy loved hearing the cracking sounds. He loved to break bones. He loved watching his huge muscles break the bones of the pathetic little jackal. Finally the jackals chest was crushed into almost nothing. He could barely breathe because there were almost no lungs left. The boy released his legs and jumped on top of him and started smashing his face with his fists. The boy’s shoulders and arms bulged with muscle as he smashed his fists into the jackal’s face. Soon the face was gone. There was only a bloody pulp. The boy smiled as he looked at all the blood.

Then he raised the jackals head and put his arm around his neck. He flexed his bicep and squeezed in his arm. His bicep bulged and cut off all the blood flow to the jackal’s brain. The he took his other arm and pushed back the neck. He heard another cracking sound. He had broken the jackal’s neck bones. The jackal was dead.

He jumped up from the jackal’s body, stomped his foot on the jackal’s crushed chest and flexed his arms for all his friends to see. They were yelling and clapping their approval. Even the young boys of five and six were clapping and yelling. They had muscle and they wanted to kill. It was fun to kill a jackal. They all wished that they could have done it.

The 14 year old young warrior came up to the other slaves and said “Throw the garbage in the dump,” as he pointed at the jackal’s dead body. Mimbu and the other slaves went up and pulled away their friend, their friend who had been brutally killed by a nine year old warrior boy. And they dumped him in the garbage dump.

A few hours later Mimbu and his group were eating their leftover vegetables and drinking some water. It was one of the few breaks they got during the day. The food tasted terrible but they filled their little stomachs with it. Then they heard loud singing sounds as the warrior hunters returned to the village. They were carrying three huge antelopes, each weighing about 1,000 pounds. It took six warriors to carry one antelope, but their huge shoulders carried the beasts with ease. They dropped the antelopes near the cooking fire and drank some water. Then they started rubbing their cocks as they looked at the little jackals. “Time for a fuck!” one of them yelled and they all ran over and grabbed a jackal. Since Mimbu was the exclusive property of Tarok, only Tarok grabbed him. The other slaves were taken by five or six warriors. It was going to be a gang rape for them. Tarok looked down and saw the Mimbu was already hard. “I’ve been thinking about fucking you all morning,” he said as he looked at Mimbu’s little bubble butt ass and his cute body. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard.” His cock was rock hard and he jammed it into Mimbu’s face. He didn’t wait for any foreplay. He was horny and he fucked. He immediately started thrusting his hips as Mimbu felt his hard muscles and moaned with pleasure. He was sucking and licking furiously and Tarok was fucking furiously. He came very quickly, but that was only his first cum. He immediately got hard again and fucked Mimbu in the butt as Mimbu was moaning in pleasure and telling him what a stud he was. Tarok came three times and Mimbu came once. The fucking finally ended and the warriors went to eat their massive lunch. The gang-raped slaves were writhing on the ground in pain. Mimbu tended to them. After they recovered they went back to work in the afternoon, only to be fucked again that evening. For the slaves their lives were work and getting fucked. Until they were killed. Mimbu wondered when he would be killed.

Mimbu and Tarok had sex at least three times a day. Tarok could cum six or seven times a day and Mimbu could cum about twice.
They fucked all the time. Both of them really enjoyed the fucking and Tarok made sure that no other warrior touched Mimbu. Mimbu was his personal fuck toy. Tarok would play with Mimbu, wrestling with him and crushing him with his huge muscles, before he started fucking him. They actually liked each other. Tarok liked Mimbu’s eternal worship of him and his body and Mimbu thought Tarok was a god. They were happy lovers.

Over two months went by. More and more of Mimbu’s friends were killed, sometimes getting fucked to death in a brutal gang rape and sometimes being killed by the young warriors training in the workout pit. A prize for winning a contest - getting to kill a jackal. Sometimes a slave would be killed by one of their work masters. Maybe he broke a chamber pot, spilling piss and feces on the ground. One of the slaves did that and his work master was so furious he forced the slave to clean up the mess and then he killed him. He just grabbed his neck with his strong arm and squeezed. The other slaves had to throw their friend into the garbage dump.

A new group of slaves arrived - six more 16 year old young warriors had gone out and captured a whole village of puny little men like Mimbu. They strutted around and received their warrior necklaces. Kwame fucked their chief to death and there was another wild orgy as all the warriors fucked the new slaves. But Tarok didn’t fuck them. He fucked Mimbu.

Then one day, something terrible happened. Tarok was wrestling with Mimbu, getting ready for another great fuck. Tarok had been getting stronger. He was always the strongest 16 year old and he was now getting even stronger as he lifted the heavy logs and ate tons of meat. He now weighed 260 pounds of solid muscle. As he wrestled Mimbu, he grabbed the little slave’s arm and twisted it up his back, thinking he’d just inflict a little pain on his little fuck toy. But his arms were so strong he tore through Mimbu’s ligaments and tendons.. His huge 21 inch arm had torn Mimbu’s arm off his shoulder. It hung limply at his side. . Mimbu cried out in pain.

Tarok looked at the torn off arm and a look of panic came across his face. “Oh no! What have I done! I tore your arm right off your body! I’ve gotten so strong. I just tore it off without even trying hard. ” Mimbu looked into Tarok’s eyes and said. “You didn’t mean it, Tarok. You didn’t know how strong you are. Your muscles have gotten so much bigger and stronger.”

Then a tear dripped out of Tarok’s eyes and fell on Mimbu’s chest. “You’re crippled, Mimbu. I crippled you. Kwame has ordered us to kill every jackal who is crippled. We can’t have any crippled slaves in the village. I’ve got to kill you!” More tears flowed out of his eyes. “But I don’t want to kill you. I want to keep you alive.”

Mimbu looked into Tarok’s eyes and said. “You are a warrior, Tarok. You must do as you are ordered. You must kill me. But first I want you to fuck me the hardest you have ever fucked me. Fuck me so hard that I cum. Then crush my neck and as the spasms of death surge through my ass you will have the best fuck you ever had. I want to give you the best fuck ever. As I am dying you will remember me with joy and erotic pleasure.” Then he raised his head and kissed Tarok on the lips. “Fuck me. Fuck the shit out of me,” he said. He started kissing Tarok’s body, feeling those big hard muscles and telling Tarok what a stud he was, that he was the biggest, strongest teen warrior in the village and that he would be chief of all the warriors.

Tarok put his hands on Mimbu’s little body and started stroking him. His huge, callused, muscular hands of death were stroking Mimbu’s little body like he was stroking a baby. Then he jammed his rock hard cock into Mimbu’s ass and started fucking him. He fucked him very hard. Tears were running down his face as he fucked and fucked and fucked the shit out of the little slave. Then he grabbed Mimbu’s little cock with his big right hand and started rubbing it. He had never done this before. Mimbu had always rubbed his own cock. But now Tarok was holding Mimbu’s cock with his huge fingers of death. Mimbu’s eyes got bright and his cock got even harder. “Oh god, oh god!’ he yelled and he shot a huge spurt of cum all over his chest. Tarok kept rubbing his huge fingers on his cock and Mimbu shot many loads of cum. It was the best fuck he had ever had. His last fuck was his best fuck. Tarok smiled as he watched Mimbu’s joy.

Then he started plowing his own huge cock deep into Mimbu’s ass. Mimbu kept talking to Tarok and feeling his hard muscles as Tarok fucked him harder and harder. With his talk and his fingers, he brought Tarok to an absolute epitome of erotic pleasure as Tarok fucked his little ass. He realized Tarok was about to cum. He had never seen Tarok in such a fucking frenzy. “Kill me, Tarok. Kill me and have the best fuck you even had.” Tarok got a lustful look in his eyes. His sex drive had now taken over. He wanted a great fuck! He brought up his huge hand of death and put it in front of Mimbu’s face. Mimbu’s eyes got wide as he looked at those huge, thick, muscular fingers. Even though he had just cum, his cock got hard again. Tarok wrapped his fingers around Mimbu’s neck and squeezed. The muscles of his forearm bulged with incredible power and Mimbu watched those muscles bulge as the fingers of death squeezed themselves into his neck. He came again as all the flesh on his neck was crushed away by the immense force of Tarok’s fingers. The power of Tarok’s fingers sent Mimbu’s cock into an oblivion of orgasm. Now just the bone was left on his neck. Then Tarok twisted his wrist, breaking the neckbone. Spasms of death surged through Mimbu’s body even as a few more drops of cum surged out of his cock. He was cumming and dying at the same time. The spasms of death surrounded Tarok’s cock with the most erotic, beautiful feelings he had ever felt. He immediately came as the spasms enveloped his cock and he filled Mimbu’s ass with a huge amount of cum. He spurted over and over and over again. He came for over two minutes and then fell on Mimbu’s dead body with his throbbing cock still inside. His kissed Mimbu’s warm dead lips as his sensitive rock hard cock was still being caressed by the spasms of Mimbu’s death. He laid of Mimbu’s body for ten minutes, his 260 pounds of muscle completely covering the dead little slave as tears flowed out of his eyes.

Finally he got up and hoisted Mimbu’s body onto his shoulders. He walked out of the village and dug a big grave for Mimbu. Mimbu was not garbage. Tarok dug him a real grave. Then he planted a small tree on top of the grave and walked sadly back to the village.

Thirteen years later Tarok became chief of the Master Tribe. He had 25 wives and made over 200 big strong children. He fucked five or six times a day, fucking a different wife each time. But none of those fucks was as good as the fucks he had with Mimbu. The tree growing over Mimbu’s grave was now very tall and every time Tarok went near the tree he hugged it.

THE END

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