Drums In The Night

This is a story I wrote YEARS ago.  I first submitted it to the 
Nifty archive, but it was rejected.  I submitted it to the Jimka 
Spanking story Archive and they still have it archived there.  It's 
about a guy who gets caught by an African tribe and do all sorts of 
nasty things to him. It's totally Un-P.C.  but I'm hoping you'll be 
so turned on that you'll forgive me. I hope you like it.

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                   Drums In The Night 

                by Billy Budd 

The night was hot and sultry. I could hear the distant drums 
throbbing like blood pumping in my veins. Thick trunks and their 
heavy foliage blocked the full moon and it was dark. 

My guide stopped and told me that was as far he would bring me and 
he sprinted off. I do not blame him. 

It was an easy task for me. I simply followed the call of the 
thumping drums. They led me through the jungle, lured me to their 
lair. 

I saw light behind the trees. My khakis were drenched with my sweat. 
I peered between the trees and found what I was looking for. The 
Kweemnam. 

A huge wooden platform occupied the center of the clearing. 
Underneath the platform was a host of drummers thumping wildly at 
their barrel sized drums. Around the platform were about 50 young 
and muscular men dancing and gyrating wildly to the mad rhythm of 
the drums. They wore only brown leather loin cloths. Their black 
skin glistened with sweat and oil in the firelight. Their muscles 
rippled and stretched and contracted obscenely. 

I looked up at the platform and saw the back view of a wooden throne 
adorned with feathers. The right hand of the person sitting on the 
throne carried a long, shiny, black staff. It was at least two 
metres long. At the top of the staff was a strange carving. It was 
shaped like a penis with a mushroom head but below the head, instead 
of tapering off, it got wider to at least 4 inches in diameter. Then 
it suddenly cut down to the thin 2 inch staff which made up the rest 
of the staff. It seemed like a butt plug on top of a long staff.

The sight of the dancing men had given me a rather painful erection. 
I squeezed my dick through my khaki shorts. 

All of a sudden the figure on the throne thumped his staff on the 
floor of the platform and the drummers ceased their drumming. The 
tall and sturdy figure stood up and walked to the back of the 
platform. 

I saw him for the first time. His pitch black skin, oiled to a 
shine. His thick muscular arms, his hard pectorals, his tiered 
abdomen, his sinewy thighs. He wore a black leather pouch which 
could barely contain the great serpent and its eggs that nestled in 
it. His eyes! His eyes were like smoldering coals. They burnt into 
me. My heart thumped wildly as the great priest pierced me with his 
stare. I was stunned. I was breathing heavily. 

He spoke to me with his searing eyes. He compelled me to step out 
from my niche behind the trees. I felt drawn by his demonic eyes. 

I walked to the front of the platform, just below the priest. With a 
wave of his staff, four young men grabbed hold of me and stripped 
off my clothes. I was glad to free my aching cock but I also felt 
very vulnerable. Then, two men brought a drum of oil and they 
proceeded to rub the oil all over my body. I watched with frozen 
fascination as their beautiful dark hands spread the slick oil over 
every inch of my lighter sallow skin. They did not neglect to spread 
it around my asshole. I gasped as a two thick fingers slid into my 
hungry hole and applied a copious amount of oil in there. 

When they were done, they cleared away from me. The slick bodies 
started to gather at the foot of the platform. The men began to 
climb onto one another, body on top of body, flesh on flesh, 
crouching, bending, to form a human stairway up to the platform 
where the stern priest stood. 

I climbed up the flesh slope with great difficulty, slipping many 
times due to the slickness of my skin and theirs. The drummers had 
started beating their drums again in a slow hypnotic rhythm. 

I finally managed to reach the top and was standing face to face 
with the most perfect man on earth. He towered over me at 6'9" and 
stared into my eyes. Instinctively, I got down to my knees. I looked 
at his hulking figure like a child who looks at his father. 

With his eyes he told me to remove his black leather pouch. With 
shaking hands I tugged at the thin leather thong that held the pouch 
up. The pouch fell off as its content spilled out. His uncut cock 
started to rise. It grew to a tremendous 13 inches. Its upward-
bending shaft was at least 3 inches in diameter, and its head was 
about the size of a tennis ball. I had never thought a cock that 
size was even possible. 

I just knelt there with my cock dripping precum as he turned around 
and stuck the end of his sceptre into a notch in the platform. The 
hole was made in such an angle that the staff would not be straight 
up but would slant at an angle with its head a little below waist 
level. It didn't take me long to figure out what was going to happen 
next. 

The great priest turned to face me again. He slowly bent himself at 
his waist and lowered his ass onto the head of his staff. With a 
slight twitch of his eye, he pressed his asshole onto the head of 
the shaft and impaled himself all the way till his ass muscle went 
past the widest part of the cock on the staff. With a shrill howl he 
lifted himself up along with the staff sticking out from his ass 
like a long turgid tail. 

Hearing his howl, the drummers started whacking their drums with 
wild abandon. The lust sparkled in the great priest's eyes. His hard 
and huge cock which curved up past his deep navel was glistening 
with precum. 

He approached me, and used his hands to turn me around and pushed me 
down on my hands. On all fours, I knew and feared and wanted what 
was to come. I clenched my teeth for the inevitable entry of his 
incredibly large cock. To my surprise I felt a warm hot tongue 
lapping at my asshole. The priest rimmed me with gentle flicks of 
his tongue. I relaxed my asshole and he slid his tongue into my ass. 
I moaned with delight as he fucked me with his tongue. 

The tongue-fucking stopped very soon. Then, without warning, I felt 
him trying to pierce his big blunt cock into my asshole. I breathed 
deeply and tried to relax my ass but the size of the thing was just 
too great. He slapped my butt cheeks till they felt like they were 
on fire. 

Slowly, his cock made its gradual and painful entry. I felt my ass 
rip open to allow the huge head of his cock in. I screamed in utter 
pain as the head penetrated beyond my sphincter muscles. He pushed 
his cock all the way in slowly but surely. I could feel him deep in 
my gut. His pubic hair was pressed up against my butt. 

All his meat was in me and my ass hurt like hell. I had fallen to my 
elbows and tears were running down my cheeks. But I also felt really 
full. 

Then, with a rip of pain, he withdrew his cock and started thrusting 
in and out of my tortured ass. I could not hold back the screams 
that emitted from me. The dancers below screamed along with me as 
they danced and fucked. 

The priest held on to my hips and pounded my ass with his enormous 
fuck pole. Relentlessly he churned my ass which must have been 
bleeding. 

I could not believe it but I was beginning to thrust my ass back in 
time with his fucking.  My cock which had gone limp started to rise. 
The fucking I got increased in speed and intensity. Very soon, we 
were fucking in time with the wild rhythm of the drums. 

The priest held me by my shoulders to make sure he could fuck me 
with all his might. I yelped at every stroke. 

The drumming and the fucking reach a crescendo of feverish pitch. I 
gasped as I felt the cock in me expand. With one powerful slam, the 
priest shot his seed in to my ass. As the geyser in my ass exploded, 
my own cock started to spew out hot cum and my body was filled with 
white light. Black spots formed in my vision and I was cast into 
oblivion. 

***** 

I woke up in a dark mud brick hut. I was lying on a stone platform 
and a grass mat which made up the bed. On the other side of the room 
was an altar with burning incense and a large wooden penis. 

A few minutes after I woke up a boy came into the hut with some food 
and drink. I consumed the food hungrily and gulped down the sweet 
drink. 

Suddenly the door flew open and the priest entered. The boy scurried 
out of the hut. The priest proceeded to fuck me and do other 
unspeakable acts to me. 

After we both recovered, he started to speak to me. I couldn't 
understand what he said at first but he began teaching me his 
language with his mind. Slowly, strange sounds began to take on 
specific meaning. 

He explained to me that I had been taken to be his mate in the 
ritual the previous night. The great serpent God had given him a 
vision the night before the orgy and told him that he would find his 
mate in the woods. 

He also explained to me that in one moon, I would have to go through 
the ritual of bonding with him that would make me his mate for life. 
He told me that the days leading up to that ritual would be used to 
prepare me. 

With that he left me alone in the hut. 

I found that I had almost no bowel control as my sphincter muscles 
were stretch to such a degree that they could not contract. The boy 
came in daily to bring me food and to clean me. I have not seen the 
light of day since I entered the hut. 

During the following days, I was fucked by all the members of the 
Kweemnam tribe. My priest explained that it was a tradition that the 
mate of the high priest was used by all the men in the tribe. 

The third week was different. On the first day, three women were 
sent to my hut. The priest explained that the women in the tribe 
were for breeding purposes only. I was told to mate with them to get 
offspring. I was told that I would not have another opportunity. He 
remained with me through the process to fertilising the women to 
make sure I was aroused. He fucked me as I fucked the women. 

I was educated in the ways of the tribe. As the mate of the high 
priest I was to be called "hoibotol" or "the holy whore". My duties 
included servicing the priest sexually and was to be a sexual 
sacrifice to the serpent God every 6 moons. I was intrigued at with 
the idea of being fucked by a snake God. 

Next, my nipples were pierced with hot needles. Two wooden spike 
were inserted in the holes in my nipples. 

On the second day, the priest entered the hut with four big men. The 
priest explained to men that all the whore men in the tribe had 
their penises sliced down the middle so that when they were erect, 
the two halves would bend in opposite direction, thus making it 
impossible for them to fuck anyone or anything. 

When the reality of this struck me, I began to struggle but the four 
men held me down firmly. A stick was put in my mouth and I was told 
to bite down on it.  

The priest unsheathed his ritual knife. He took my limp cock in his 
hands and muttered something I could not understand. Then, he placed 
the sharp knife at my piss slit and he drove it down my cock. I 
screamed in terror and pain as I passed out. 

I woke up to found the two halves of my cock bandaged. The boy came 
in to change my bandages and to apply some yellow cream. My cock 
healed surprisingly fast, probably due to the yellow cream or the 
large amount of blood vessels in the penis. 

On the night of the ritual, I could hear the familiar drums from 
afar. I was washed and oiled by my faithful boy. Soon, two men came 
and led me out of the hut. I was brought through the woods to the 
clearing where my priest was standing on his platform. 

I saw a multitude of men dancing wildly to the drumbeat. When I 
arrived the priest stopped the drums. Then men all turned and looked 
at me. It was then that I noticed that among the men, almost half of 
them had penis split to two. Their erections bent to each side. It 
was both beautiful and repulsive. My cock started to stir and it 
grew. And, as it grew, the two halves started to bend to the side. 

With a majestic wave of his staff, my priest ordered me to be tied 
up spread-eagled between two thick trunks. The drums started 
thumping again. 

The men formed a flesh ladder for the priest to descend from his 
platform. He came up to me and told me that tonight I was going to 
be his mate for life. He bent down and scooped up a fistful of dust 
and threw it on my torso. He began rubbing the dust into my skin 
with his rough and callused hands. 

Then, he waved at the men with his staff and soon a line formed in 
front of me. One by one, the men began licking the inside of my 
split penis. Each licked from the base where a hole was and up to 
each end of the halves. It took some time but they each got a lick 
of my split penis. I was very aroused by then and was ready to shoot 
my load. 

Then, all the men with the split dicks made a semicircle in front of 
me. They were all erect. Then, the all reached under their low 
hanging balls and much to my amazement and terror, they each took 
out two round balls from inside their ball sack. I struggled against 
my restrains but it was not use. 

Two of the men came up to me and they each started stroking each 
side of my cock. The priest came up between them holding his ritual 
knife. I was so close to coming that I threw back my head in 
ecstasy. As I felt the cum boiling up from my balls, the priest 
grabbed hold of them. I felt my cum shoot out from the hole at the 
base of the two halves of my cock. The priest drove the blade 
through the back of my scrotum and with a scream I blacked out. 

I serve my priest as his slave. In two days time I would be a sexual 
sacrifice to their serpent God. I have not left the confines of the 
hut. The men come to the hut to use me.  I wear two black marble 
balls in my scrotum. I am the hoibotol, I am their holy whore.