🦅 Chief Big Hawk

Big Hawk became the chief of our tribe only a few moons ago, but his youthful and innocent face were nothing more than a mask for the wild, lustful beast that lurked beneath. The beast who craved raw, primal pleasure and had laid his eyes on me ever since he came into power and the elders demanded that he take a bride.

I was the most beautiful boy among my people, with long black hair, piercing brown eyes, and perfect skin, untouched by scars or blemishes. My body was sculpted by years of rigorous training, I moved with grace and strength, but I wasn't a hunter nor a warrior, my talents lay elsewhere – due to my delicate features, I excelled in pleasing men with my flexible body and dancing skills.

They called me Little Bird since I was a young child and loved walking on my hands with my feet on top of my head, casting a shadow that looked like an avian silhouette, my bent knees resembling wings preparing for flight. As I grew up, I learned pressing my butt very tight against my back, so the shadow took a whole different shape, but the name stuck nonetheless.

My father, a respected elder, had personally trained me in the arts of bending my back and twisting my limbs in ways that left men breathless as they watched me dance, their desires burning like wildfire within them. I could easily mold myself to any shape, bend backwards until my head rested between my legs, wrap my legs around my neck, and even twist myself so much around that I could lick my own ass.

And every night, under the watchful gaze of the moon, Big Hawk was there, among other young warriors, watching me with an intensity that made my heart pound. Back then, he wasn't yet the ruthless leader he would become, and sometimes I'd tease him with my movements, showing off my perfect ass, as if telling him he's never going to have a piece of that delicious cake. Little did I know how wrong I was!

The day he had to choose his bride arrived, and all the best girls of our tribe were gathered together, dressed in the smallest loincloths imaginable, adorned with beads and feathers, their breasts oiled up and areoli painted with ochre to appear wider. Some had their nipples freshly pierced and decorated with rings, animal fangs and feathers strung through them, but Big Hawk didn't seem interested in any of these intricate creations. His gaze remained fixed on me, his eyes glowing with desire.

I realized too late what this meant when he walked through the group of young women and stopped in front of me with a wicked smile playing on his lips. He reached out and took my hand, pulling me closer until only I could hear his voice, husky and low. "I'm gonna stretch your pretty little ass so wide and deep you won't ever want another man," he whispered, his breath almost burning the skin on my ear.

The next thing I knew, my loincloth was bulging like a sack of fruits. I never thought I could have such a big boner for someone who used to annoy me in the past. In truth I don't know what about him annoyed me back then, perhaps he always kept staring at my ass when I danced, and I assumed he was another dumb brute who wants to fuck anything which seems hot.

But after he preferred me over the best looking girls, and then made that bold statement right into my ear, suddenly I knew this guy wasn't just some lustful savage. He was a young man of refined taste, obsessed entirely by the beauty of my ass and wanting nothing in life but to explore every inch of its depths with his own hands.

Just an hour later we were alone, swimming naked in the lake near his secret hut at the edge of the forest, enjoying the warmth of the sun on our wet bodies, pressing ourselves against each other, feeling the heat between us grow hotter than the flames in a campfire. We didn't speak much about it, but when his hand went down to caress my butt cheek and then push inside my tight hole, I felt a shiver go through my whole body.

My heart pounded faster as his fingers went deeper into me, with surprising ease even though no man had touched me there before. My eyes rolled back as I gasped from pleasure, not knowing how he managed to get his hand so far into me without causing any pain. His touch was firm, probing my depths with cruel tenderness, making me forget all sense of shame and wonder how deep he could possibly go.

He pulled out a bit and grinned wickedly at me, revealing rows of perfect white teeth. "You want more?" he asked, his voice rough but full of excitement. I nodded eagerly, unable to contain my curiosity.

When my father trained me, stretching was hard as nails! He forced my body into the most unnatural positions he could think of and held it there for ages, so I could move fluidly afterwards and do amazing things when dancing. But Big Hawk was different, he stretched such a sensitive part of my body with such amazing ease that there was nothing but delight going through my entire being.

"How are you doing this?" I breathed out, mesmerized by the new experience. He chuckled and leaned closer until his tongue almost tickled my ear.

"It's a secret," he purred, giving my earlobe a naughty lick. "But I'll share it with you if you promise to be a good boy." He trained his tongue from my ear to my collarbone, giving me goosebumps.

"I promise to you, Big Hawk," I gasped, surrendering myself completely to him. "From now on, I'm all yours!" I said aloud, as if some forest spirit needed to hear that.

"Shhh," he hushed me softly, nibbling on my neck sensually. "We don't need anyone else here tonight." He glanced at the setting sun, its last rays painting the lake in gold.

"So can you teach me your secret?" I begged, feeling his hand slide back into me, immediately going almost elbow-deep without any effort. My mind went blank for a moment, for the first time in my life feeling something move inside my belly like a big snake slithering around my insides!

He smiled wickedly as he took another inch deeper, ready to take his elbow through. "You just need to know the right people, Little Bird," he grabbed my thigh, trying to shove his arm further inside me. "For example, I know one man. He doesn't belong to any tribe but knows a great deal about herbs and magic..."

My eyes widened as I felt his elbow passing along my prostate and entering my intestinal tract, while his hand turned into a firm fist that mercilessly pushed against my diaphragm, so tightly it made me loose control over my breathing for a few seconds, my lungs not being able to expand enough as his fist was making room for itself deep inside me.

"I wanted to give you something special for our wedding night," I heard Big Hawk still speak, but his words were muffled by the sound of my own heartbeat mixed with the rhythm of his fist pumping deeper and deeper. "And knowing how much you love stretching, I talked to this old shaman, he knows all about doing things that don't seem doable."

With some supernatural strength, he suddenly raised his arm, lifting my whole body, impaled almost shoulder-deep onto his powerful bicep. An intense stream of pleasure ran through me as every muscle in my entire body tensed up, screaming from delight, which finally burst out in a loud cry escaping my lips. An unimaginable rush of euphoria filled me as I realized my cock was erupting in a massive load, shooting hot white cream all over the water surface.

"I had to spend weeks living with him and pleasing this old man with everything I could offer in exchange for his expertise," Big Hawk continued as if nothing extraordinary was happening at all, calmly working his fist inside me, causing my erection to regain its firmness again. "He turned out to be pretty damn generous when it comes to teaching good-looking youngsters about kinky stuff!"

He chuckled wickedly. "You'll be amazed what we can do together, Little Bird! This is just a simple herbal potion that allows me to stretch your ass like dough. Wait until I show you the real magic!"

Even with his whole arm moving inside me, I could still manage to process what he said somehow. "Like what?" I asked breathlessly, feeling tears running down my cheeks from the intensity of yet another orgasm coming on.

"Oh, for example..." He paused dramatically before continuing. "There's a certain technique, called 'Dream Bang', where you have to figure out how to stare at your own cock inside your dream. When you get good enough to clearly see it, you gain control over it, can make it change shape at will."

I gasped as my stomach clenched tighter than ever around his muscled arm rubbing my inner walls. His words barely made sense anymore, but his voice fueled my fire even more.

"You can find all kinds of fantastical beings in the dream world willing to pleasure you," he continued. "But to fuck them, you might need some really odd cock shapes. Like, my familiar wants a cock shaped like a long snake with cactus spikes all over it, another wants a hammer-shaped dick, and there's one you can only fuck with a cock as flat as a sheet of paper..."

I almost passed out from another intense cumshot, when I felt I was practically sitting upon his shoulder now, his entire arm deep within me, moving slowly but surely, stretching every fiber of my being. I thought I could really use some sleep right about now if I didn't want to collapse from exhaustion any moment.

"Already out of breath? Don't worry, I'll train you so well you'll last for hours, only taking rest to sleep, and even then it won't stop us from fucking in our dreams," Big Hawk explained as he gently helped me get off his shoulder.

My body slid off his arm into water with a loud splash, leaving behind an empty feeling in my insides. He caught me from behind and hugged tight. I struggled between wanting to ask him to push back inside once more, or finally rest after this incredible ordeal. My ass wanted more, but my eyes could hardly focus anymore.

Suddenly, Big Hawk lifted me up and tossed me over one shoulder like a sack of potatoes, making me bend backwards over his shoulder! His body wasn't any bigger or more muscular than mine, but the strength he possessed was unbelievable. He could probably lift a horse on his shoulders without breaking a sweat.

"Don't worry, I've got you," he chuckled, walking towards the shore with me clinging to him like a limp rag doll. "Let me show you your new bedroom! I've built this hut just for us, it has some surprises in store."

I couldn't help but smile weakly at the realization that despite the wildness and utmost bizarrity of our first encounter, I had never felt so fulfilled in my life. I always loved flexibility and stretching, but this was something I never dreamt possible...and I didn't want this dream to end. In fact, I couldn't wait to see what other dreams lay ahead of us!