I like to think I am a champion hunter. I have killed many a tiger, leopard and even the king himself….or atleast a king I should say.
The names Yew, Major D, F, Yew, formerly of Group S, that’s the army to you non military enthusiasts.
Anyway I like to hunt if you did not know that yet. Hunting is a sport to me. It’s not just the eventual death of an animal but of the sport that the hunt gives. Do you not agree?
I find it the most relishing and rewarding sport anyone of higher class can do.
Why settle for a medal when you get the pleasure to mount the heads of your ordeals on a perfectly fine wall?
So, now you know a little about me let’s get down to the reason I unfortunately stopped all that and became a monk living in sanctuary off the coast of a small island.
It is a rather intriguing and somewhat unusual situation I was put in.
Oh by the way I’m writing this in complete nudity with a raging hardon from the events I’m about to tell you.
But promise me not to tell the monks. They are a little unforgiving as I was caught last time and they flogged, fucked and so on and so on to me whilst in one of their pillory contraptions. Much as I enjoy a good fuck I do not like the flogging, brings me out in a rash you see.
Let’s begin shall we. Hard ons at the ready.
aaaaaaaannnnnddddd…..GO!
There I was in the heart of the jungle running for my life. I had had a run in with the Ocuk Quin tribe, a rather large number of people ranging from small to big and not just in their head heights i can tell you.
They were chasing me due to the fact that I had killed their sacred animal spirit, the Zuopit, a huge bird like creature that I mistook for a flapper.
For all those not knowing a flapper when you see one it is a medium sized bird with a large bill and even larger wings however it cannot fly in the hot humid weather and only can fly in winter. But of a soppy animal but one that is a rare find.
So, I’m keeping very still in a bush when I see it.
Aiming my double barrel I lock target and I’m about to pull when in swoops the Zuopit and……BANG!
Dead as the Dodo, which I never got the chance to kill if your thinking that. No I killed a tribal spirit and that’s what got me fleeing from them with the flapper untouched and far away as fast as its legs could go. I wouldn’t be surprised if it flew after that bang.
I came to a river and looked to see if the tribe still chased me. They were but were quite a distance due to my days at the more peaceful sports grounds of my military university days.
I decided to run a little further and so I nestled in between two rocks for cover.
Sure enough I had been trained well as the tribe ran straight past me. Success was mine or so you would think because as I stepped out of cover I tripped over a tribal child. Atleast it looked like a child.
The next thing I know the child wails like a banshee and soon the tribe were around me with me trying to cover my ears from the horrid noise.
Captured. Me captured by a tribe. I’ve put down countless animals being the hunter but now it seems the boot is quite clearly on the other foot.
Damn.
I all too soon realised that the child was actually the chieftain. A dwarf of a man with tattoos from here to manhood which by the way hung down like a cobra.
I felt I was in for a rough ride as the chieftain ordered his guards to strip away my hunting gear apart from my boots as I later discovered the route back to their camp muddy. They wore fur boots.
All the way I think they joked about my size, always looking down at my uncovered manhood and even pulling my foreskin back just to tease me. How humiliating this felt. I suppose that’s how my victims felt, the poor dears.
Finally after a long journey inbetween prodding and making me near climax fifth teen times by pulling my cock and balls we arrived at their camp.
The camp was large, almost village like. I was lead through what looked to be shops on either side with all sorts of fruits and vegetables and even jewels and emeralds.
There was a hut with a group of womenfolk who wore only grass skirts and leering out. Another hut housed men in nothing but loincloths draped over one shoulder. Their erections upon seeing me grew straight up. One I noticed was absentmindedly stroking his enormous cock outside what looked to be once a temple of some kind.
I felt sick but also slightly aroused by this display.
The chief stopped at a marble pillar that I saw had perched on top a bird resembling the one that had got me in this mess. Clearly things didn’t seem to be in my favour anymore. Not in the least.
Bugger!
After the chief spoke to his tribe I was fastened to the pillar naked and exposed to anything these people wanted.
The chief made a call to his people to come stand around me.
There they were. Some women naked and some not and a lot of males naked and some still naked.
What have I gotten myself into?
Then something unexpected happened. The chief took what was my double barrel and aimed it at me.
Christ this is it. Goodbye world….
BANG! BANG!
CRUNCH!
Crunch?
I opened my eyes to see laying before me the bird statue in pieces. What was going on?
Atleast it wasn’t me.
The chief took a piece of the bird and held it up to all.
I will tell you what he said and transcribe it for you the best way I can.
He said in a loud booming, slightly happy voice:
”OWAQUIN-SAXMI-GRANUC-HABAWILL-SEWMOLFUR!”
Sorry to all the Ocuk Quin tribal people if this is not the right translation. Many apologies.
For those who do not speak the language this is what it translated as:
”PEOPLE-MAN HAS TOOK BIRD-WE NOW TAKE MAN-HAVE OUR WAY WITH HIM!”
Not the translation I hoped for but still no words of death or kill included.
I was left on that pillar as a substitute for the bird.
According to legend some tribes take great joy in humility of a poor soul like myself who messes about with their sacred spirit animal.
I killed it so what’s to be in stall for me I wonder. I soon found out.
As time passed I was sucked by the women and men, fucked by the men and wanked by the women, kissed by both, tied in different ways and made to suck and fuck, made to service every single person, young and old and…..well you get the point.
To tell you the truth it was better than a quick death any day. I soon learned the power these people had other than death if that ever existed in their minds.
I was sometimes taken to other tribal areas some big some small but each had other captives in their clutches.
There was a man and a woman both naked except for boots and safari hats who were strung up and molested in many erotic ways just for robbing a tribe for peanuts. Another time a group of male explorers were tied to various stone structures and sodomised with what looked like cucumbers.
My cock had never been so active and to this day I recount the times of my capture with relish.
Unfortunately the pleasurable time came to an end with the arrival of the Wutuna.
I learned from the chief one day as he was buggering me tied to the central hut pole that the Wutuna were a viscous tribe and that at the next eclipse I should run.
That time was now.
I didn’t have time to collect my clothes or gun and so again I was running stark bollock naked cock and balls swinging for victory through the jungle only this time with a killer tribe.
Soon though I came out of the jungle to find a group of first aid monks standing there with look of surprise and withheld laughter on their faces at my uncovered body.
I ran straight into the arms of one of them who lead me to a helicopter.
I was saved. I later learned all other tribes and survivors met their end in grizzly ways too much to say.
So that’s that. Since then I have been sheltered by the nice and somewhat over friendly monks.
They still are strict though and…..oh no I hear one coming.
”Caught you at it again I see. We shall see what a good naked flogging and fucking with do for you you nasty little man.”
END.
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