The African Tribe

This is a story of fiction. I do not believe in any of the values held by the protagonist. It is intended for simple pleasure, none of it is based on fact.

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Fuck, Africa. The last place I want to be. But for the sake of my job at National Geographic I have to take pictures of some ancient clan with old black people in order to get a job. So I have to stay in the middle of nowhere to photograph what my boss calls people of an interesting culture, I just call backswamp people, in order to progress in my career. What could be interesting about them? They live in literal shithouses surrounded by filth and covered in filth. This entire continent should just be wiped off the map. Apparently, my boss has ties to this nation so I couldn’t express my concerns or tell him what a waste of my talent this would be. Surprise surprise he’s black as well. Just because he has a Harvard degree and has apparently written some of the most important National Geographic articles of all time does NOT make him my superior, but I digress.

My name is Rob. I’m basically perfect. With flawless white skin and perfect blue eyes that shine like sapphire. And my body is pretty in shape. I have a skinny waist and what my ex would call a dumptruck ass. She even tried to peg me a few times, but I told her I’m not about that gay shit and then she broke up with me because I’m too heteronormative, whatever the fuck that means. Well fuck that bitch, her pussy was too dry anyway.

The plane landed and from there I took a smaller one, then 2 buses, and a taxi was arranged to take me to the literal middle of nowhere. By this point heat was scorching my perfect alabaster white skin, and I was surrounded by mosquitoes. I was pissed.

We got to the village, and it was worse than I expected. I found nothing but houses made of dung and mud in a valley set between two mountains. Two months, that’s how long I’m supposed to be here for. No less no more. Then I’m out, back to my penthouse apartment and air-conditioning.

I got there and was surprised to find many men. There were some women in sight but not many, and fucksake, the men have nothing but animal hides covering their crotches. Not even anything under it from the swinging elephant trunks I could visibly make out. It made me feel inadequate with my nail-sized pecker but then I remembered, I have money and class and these poor saps only had shit houses, literally. I was met at what could only be described as an entrance to the village by a man well over 6feet and bulging with muscles that curved and shaped his body(as was the case with most men here, but this one seemed more muscular than the other black-faced saps). He introduced himself in broken English and a strange accent that I could hardly make out. But I figured he was introducing himself as he extended a rough large hand and ended with a smile. I took one look at his hand and stepped back, disgusted. I was not touching those filthy fingers with my perfectly manicured hands. I screamed “NO! Take me to your chief!”

He stepped back but he wasn’t surprised, he had some sort of evil smile on his face as he gestured toward the largest of the mud houses.

The chief’s English was better as he apologized for the state of his village and asked only to be treated with respect as I stayed here and did my photography. Once he was done, I just turned and walked away. There was no way I was going to prostrate myself for this dirty black man like the other villagers did. I am better than that, if anything, they should be prostrating themselves before me. after all, I was the one giving valuable time and energy into taking pictures and bringing attention to this sad shit-village.

As I walked through the shit-village I heard many whispers and got many looks from the villagers. From the tone, I could they weren’t pleased with how I treated their chief, but I couldn’t care less. What the fuck could he do? And for that matter, what the fuck could they do? They were just animals living in a shit-heap! However, I managed to find a beautiful place with a gorgeous view of the valley at sunset, the words ‘beautiful’ and ’gorgeous’ were new to this place, of that I am certain. I had just finished taking a few dozen pictures when I heard a twig snap behind me. it was the guy I first met when I arrived, I hadn’t bothered to learn his name.

He stood next to me and in a gruff voice said, ‘Respect chief’, he said it in a tone that almost implied ‘or else’. I was shaken. How dare a man of his nature speak to one such as I.

‘What did you say?’

Hearing my tone he slowly walked closer so I could see the expression on his face and he stared down at me. I was slightly confused as I smelled him. He smelled like raw nature and it made me tingle but his look and demeanour startled me so I started to back away.

As I turned and sped up my walk, I heard him say one more thing, more gruff and more threatening that I ever heard in my life. ‘Or else!’ his voice almost boomed in the valley, and I was speeding down the hill at this point.

I returned to my mud hut and just sat there in the filth and darkness until the sun was down and it was time for dinner. I exited my hut and walked to a big field that seemed to be the middle of this miserable village. All the villagers sat in circles around fires. The largest fire contained the chief and as he saw me, he waved me over to a spot next to him. It was basically a rock on the ground, not anything special. As I sat down the meal appeared in front of me, almost out of nowhere, strange. I was certain one of the many servants delivered it to me but as I looked around I couldn’t see anyone serving the meals.

It looked like roadkill, with some rice. But I remembered I needed to endure this for just two more months. There were no eating utensils and as I looked around me, I saw this to be the norm. I decided that if I was going to survive this and not starve to death in this shit-village before I became rich and famous, I had to eat. So, I got to it and picked up a piece of roadkill using my fingers, like the rest of these illiterate animals. The second it entered my mouth my entire body recoiled, and I threw my entire guts up. I was blinded by the extreme repulsion of my guts. When I stopped retching, I realized I had thrown up all over the chief! I was so disgusted by the food that I didn’t bother apologizing to him or anybody else and I stormed off yelling profound obscenities about the shit-village and the animals that lived in it. There were no showers, so I undressed and washed off in the cool lake near the village. These fucking animals, eating fucking animals like the fucking animals they are. It’s fucking disgusting, I deserve better than this. Tomorrow I’m going to take my satellite phone up to the highest mountain and get the fuck out of here enduring this hell was not worth any type of promotion. But for now the lake was doing it for me and as I looked up I saw the stars I almost felt peaceful. The light pollution from the city meant there weren’t much stars.

Afterward I felt relaxed and decided to put this entire day behind me. I got out of the lake and found that my clothes were missing. I was fucking annoyed because I remembered exactly where I left them. Without a choice I decided I was going to make my way straight back to my hut and get clean clothes there… only, the path that led to the lake was not there anymore. I forced my way through the trees, getting pricked and poked in all sorts of places along the way. There must have been some sort of poisonous tree sap of some sort because I started to feel dizzy and within seconds I had passed out in the forest.

I awoke in the morning with the strangest headache and searing pain in my nipples which seemed engorged and a thick viscous liquid spewing from my anus. I resisted the intrinsic urge to play with myself. Both because I knew it would not be enough (for the first time in my life I desired… my hole desired something to penetrate it and there was something itching deep within me which I knew my fingers would not be able to reach, it needed something bigger, and that scared me beyond belief) and also because I realized I was in the centre of the village on a bed of leaves, surrounded by the villagers. They spoke in their native tongue but for some reason I could understand them and for the first time, I found the way they spoke to be beautiful.

“The next sacrificial lamb from the Powerful One awakens! Rise! And serve those superior than you!”, an indistinct voice. A voice that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere.  A voice that seemed similar to my own but also very different. My body jolted to life. I felt more alive and energized than I ever had in my life. I sat up and…

As I looked around, all the men of the village surrounding me. The sun kissed their sweat covered bodies, making them shine, outlining their muscles, their thin coverings not doing much to hide the elephantine dicks beneath them. They were gorgeous and my body began to shudder as it spewed more viscous liquid from my anus at the mere sight of these godly men. The smell of it permeated the air. It smelt of Nature. Pure, earth-bound Nature. The smell of fresh cut grass and leaves. The smell of the dry earth when the first rain of summer touches it. A smell that ignited something feral in the men surrounding me. The elephant trunks grew and thickened as the smell hit their noses like feral sharks at the first scent of blood. Their eyes darkened, their faces hardened and their thick hard, veiny ebony cocks springing up out of their animal skin covers. Seeing this only triggered my hole further, steady streams of liquid now jutting out in intervals, I was moaning in anticipation. They looked ready to pounce and I feared for my life. But I was more excited than scared, and just as I got on my hands and knees ready to straddle the first ebony God I could find, another voice boomed from the back of the crowd.

‘Stand down!’ and everything stopped. It was like time itself stopped. I was frozen as well. The voice stopped me, almost controlled my urges. The crowd parted as a familiar face made its way to me. it was the guy I met when I first arrived. Seeing him in my current state only made me hornier. He was taller than the others. He was more muscular. It was the guy I first met, who issued my warning about respecting the chief. His cock was not only longer than the others but very thick and rock hard, the second I saw it in all its glory I was dumbfounded. Completely lost for words. It pointed ahead of him like a spear, a spear I now wanted to impale me, even though I didn’t think that was possible with its sheer size. It was throbbing as he walked over to me. I had to rip my eyes off it to look up at his face. A face that was trying to remain calm, but through the hardness of his face, all I could see was lust.

I was so perplexed that I hadn’t even noticed him strapping a collar made of thick leaf vines to my neck. He pulled me to follow him but as I tried to get up I noticed that I couldn’t walk, I could only crawl on my hands and knees like a dog. But at this point I didn’t care. I was willing to follow this ebony god wherever he wanted to lead me, so I crawled after him like a puppy. He lead me to a tent I hadn’t seen before. It was elaborate in design and more beautiful than anything I had ever seen in my entire life.

In the centre on the inside there was a thick tree trunk sized pole holding the thing up. He tied the other end of the lead to it and sat in a throne-like chair covered in lion skins. As he sat he pulled up his cover and revealed the length of his elephant trunk dick. More than a foot long and thicker than anything I even thought was possible. He spat a thick gob of spit into his hand and began stroking the length of it. My hole began to release uncontrollable piping hot globs of liquid all over the place filling the air with its delicious smell, but something told me to wait, wait for a command from this gorgeous man. My legs bagan to shake uncontrollably, my hole was throbbing with life. I needed it, I had to have it.

He opened his mouth, and once again everything stood still as I waited for his command. It felt like years, days, a millennia, whichever was longer – I couldn’t think in this state.

Then he finally said it. ‘Come’ and every single muscle in my body instantaneously activated as I broke through the vine collar and leapt up to straddle this massive man. My hole found his cock and the mushroom head plopped in as the thick liquids mixed with an uncontrollable urge to scratch the itch deep within me transcended the pain I felt with this elephant trunk being the first thing to penetrate me. I pushed myself down on it forcing it to reach the spot it needed to, ignoring everything else. There was no doubt that it was filling me beyond comprehension, just having it inside of me satisfied me, but I’ll be dead before I ignore that itch. Deeper and deeper it went as I forced it through my second hole and up further inside of me. The pain was unbearable, but the urge and lust overcame that. Something deep within my hole yearned for it. This was the only way to reach that itch, so I NEEDED him. I continued to push and open myself up. Although my body had never done this before, it seemed natural in my current state and the pain subsided quickly as more and more hot juices squirted out of my hole to cover his trunk-cock.

It only reached the spot I needed it to when all of him was inside me and I was sitting on his lap. The second it reached the spot I felt like everything made sense. The world stopped and my mind went blank as I was completely filled with Him. I looked down to notice my stomach bulging. It was a sight I could never have even imagined. My tiny white body was being stuffed with a black horse cock.

I began to ride him, as his hands lay to his side and he looked at me with a satisfied smile. Pure loathing but satisfied nonetheless. Once he noticed I had gotten used to his size, his smile turned into one of almost hatred but still filled with lust. with him still inside me, he swiftly moved off the chair and onto the floor, my back on the ground, my legs in the air, my ass presented in all its glory for the taking, a position I never thought I would be in. Within seconds my knees were behind my head as I was bent in half. A thick hand gripped my neck and he started pounding. Pounding like you would bread dough. Pounding deep and hard, he’d take his dick all the way out and in a second it was all the way back in. He fucked me harder and faster than any normal human possibly could. He hollowed me out as he squeezed my neck tighter. He continued this pace and speed for hours and when the sun was setting and my eyes were glued to the back of my head in pure ecstasy and a thick puddle of hot ass juice covered the floor around our bodies, he roared as he dumpe his thick hot load in me. it was so fulfilling and so much that when he ripped his dick out of me and left me lying on the floor, my stomach was still bulging.

He looked down at me as I looked up at him. ‘Freshen up, the youngsters are returning from training soon and they need release. I took it easy on you for your first time, but don’t be too excited, the younger ones are wild, especially after long days of training and hunting.’ The way he said it made me excited, as if I hadn’t almost been split in half by the biggest cock imaginable. Only, I had no clothes, how was I to go out there without clothes and covered in cum and other juices.

‘But…’ I stopped as he turned to stare at me with a look like ‘how dare you even speak back to me’. he seemed to read my mind though, as he walked over to me, a towering figure of muscles and inhumane godliness and said ‘The respected women and adolescents of the village cannot see you nor you them. You are invisible to them, as one of your nature should be. You are a slave to the desires of the men of this village and that is all. You are nothing else but a hole for carnal pleasure and immediate release. Now sit,’ He said it as a command you would give to your puppy. I got on my hands and knees, back arched, and looked up at him like a puppy. He then opened my mouth, placing the tip of his fat soft cock in it. This is the first I tasted of his cum and it was delicious. It was salty and sweet, and utterly lust inducing. As, you guessed it, my hole started squirting again like I was a bitch in heat, even though I was just fucked into a state of dumbness. But as I tried to suck on it he removed it and gave me a thunderous slap. I fell to the floor and lay there waiting for his command. ‘Drink’. I got up again on my hands and knees and as he placed the tip of his cock in my mouth again, warm piss started to stream in. it was the most thirst-quenching piss I had ever tasted, not that I ever tasted piss before, but I couldn’t imagine anything tasting better than him. Once he was done he looked at me with an almost caring smile and said ‘Good’. It filled me with joy knowing I had pleased him. As he walked out I felt empty. The itch seemed sort of full, but I still yearned for more. I crawled out of the tent to find my way back to the lake to clean up(the path was back), I found my way to it as easily as I did the night before and I cleaned myself. I drank some water but it didn’t quench any sort of thirst, if anything it made me thirstier.

After I finished cleaning myself I sunbathed for a little while, taking it all in. It was so beautiful here, how did I ever think any part of this place was a shithole?

I was willing to stay longer but I felt something in me tug me back to him. I found my way back easily. He was like a homing beacon.

The sun was beginning to set and the entire valley was lit with a gorgeous golden light. Making the ebony men surrounding the campfire in the middle of the village look even more godly. He was standing in the centre ready to address a crowd of young men, just over the age of 18 and covered in muscles, they were smaller than him, which wasn’t saying much as they still towered over me. They saw me and a feral look overtook them. My just cleaned hole was squirting again and like nature itself, every one of their cocks sprang to life. His eyes fell on me and the second I saw him again I was filled with joy. He motioned to a spot next to him and I bounded up like a lost puppy and took a seat. He then addressed the crowd.

‘Fellow comrades, brothers in arms. You have trained hard to be part of our warrior force. Tomorrow you will be fully knighted into our ranks. But for tonight you can have your way with our new pet… don’t be gentle.’ That brought an uproarious laughter from the crowd.

He motioned two men forward and as they placed rough hands on me my hole began to squirt again. I was hungry, my itch was hungry. The two men tied me to poles surrounding the fire, in a way that had me face down ass up and arms spread. I struggled a little but then I heard his voice. ‘Obey’, I felt him stand over me and release hot piss all over my body. Coating me and sending more squirts from within me. it made my body tingle, and it made me hungrier for cock than I had ever been.

I couldn’t see Him, but I felt his presence leave. And within seconds I was filled with fat cock. Not as big as His but thick. This young stud pounded my hole viciously, making me moan like a little bitch. The second he finished with a hot load that seemed to shoot directly to my itch another young stud took his place. Which I thanked Nature itself for because I was not in the least fulfilled I wanted more.

The pounding continued as stud after stud pounded my hole with youthful stamina and ferocity. I felt more pleasure this time, as my hole was used, due to being opened up and hollowed out by the biggest just earlier today and as I reached the absolute heights of pleasure, then came …nothing.

I- I was floating. Weightless, suspended in space. The earth melted away. The studs melted away. I was in a vast space. An unearthly space. I looked around. There was no ground, no sky just… colour. Colours that mixed and created other colours. Colours that I’ve never seen before. Suddenly, a voice, from everywhere and nowhere. Similar to the one I heard upon waking in the village. Different but the same. Mine but not mine. From within me and without. ‘UNWORTHY’, the voice both whispered and shouted. I felt it to my core, to the very centre of my soul. I was confused.

There was no physical body to address. So, I just shouted, in an impossibly meek way so as not to anger the voice further. The words, for the first time in my life, came out as a stutter. ‘Un- unworthy, h-h-how y-your …eminence?’ I didn’t know who or what I was addressing so I settled on eminence. A long silence followed, as if it was determining whether to even answer someone as ‘unworthy’ as me. Though I had no idea of what. I continued to look at the almost blinding swirls of colour that surrounded me. But nothing. After what almost seemed like an eternity and no time at all, I received my answer.

 ‘You have proven unworthy. Unworthy of the privelage your people inhenrently possess. Unworthy of the free-thought to judge others. You have deemed MY people lowlifes upon first arrival. Not a second thought. You are unworthy of what you possess. Of that which all your kind take for granted. Of freedom. Freedom without bounds. Freedom without judgment brought forth by your skin tone or by your vocal cords. SO, I HAVE DEEMED YOU UNWORTHY. YOU WILL SERVE THOSE YOU DISRESPECTED UNTIL I DEEM YOU WORTHY TO RETURN TO THE LIFE YOU TAKE FOR GRANTED.’ The voice boomed echoing from everywhere and nowhere and then stopped suddenly. Having received my answer, I was terrified beyond compare. The voice was right. I judged everything from the minute I arrived in the village up until whatever happened to me in the woods. Up until, what I’m assuming is this voice, changed me. Could it be possible? Could something like this even change someone so drastically? And the more important question. What was this? Where was I?

I awoke suddenly. In a mess of cum and bussy juice. On a bed of leaves once again in the middle of the village. It was sunrise and I didn’t have to look around to know He was right next to me. Standing over me. “Time for you to meet our Chief.’