Date: Mon, 01 Jun 2009 17:24:16 -0700
From: BJ <bjjl@charter.net>
Subject: Oliver's Travels

Oliver Standish was a young deck hand on the HMS. Brighton that sailed from
Liverpool 1897 to the Americas. Twelve days out, they were hit by a
mysterious storm and the ship was torn apart. Oliver managed to cling to
some wreckage and stay afloat until he washed up on an island shore. He
managed to crawl up the beach and to the safety of dry land. He awoke the
next day to a nightmare he could never have imagined.

His whole body had been lashed to the ground with heavy ropes. He heard
voices but they were nothing like he ever heard before. He opened his eyes
to find these six men standing on his chest staring down at him. All six of
the men were only twelve inches tall. In a higher than normal voice one of
the men spoke.

"What are you doing here? Who sent you?"

Oliver tried to move his head but it too was lashed down tightly. He tried
his legs and arms but they were immobile as well.

"Nobody sent me," Oliver said. "I was in a shipwreck. I washed ashore here
last night I think."

One of the men on Oliver's chest stepped up and stared into his eyes. "I
think he's telling the truth. We finally caught one of those giants we
heard about."

Oliver twitched his nose. "Yes I guess I am a giant compared to you. Why
don't you let me up?"

"You think we are all stupid? You could crush up like bugs."

"I don't want to crush anyone. I just want to get up."  By this time,
Oliver could feel these small people all over him. There were about two
dozen on his chest now.

He felt them walking around on his stomach, his arms, his legs and
thighs. One of the men leaned down to him. "How big is your penis?"

Oliver hesitated for a moment, "normal as any other man's"

One of the twelve inch men standing on Oliver's chest opened his pants and
pulled out his erect penis. Oliver stared at him then at his little penis
which appeared to be about one and a half inches long.

As they spoke, Oliver could feel something taking place down there between
his legs. Eight little men were busy cutting the cloth away from his
tattered pants.

Oliver spoke up quickly. "Hey! What are you doing down there. Be careful!"

The rest of the men on Olivers chest undressed and were stroking their
small erection. "This is something that must be done," one of them said.

"What is that?" Oliver asked. "What must be done?"

"That you drink the juice from out penises. All our captured enemies are
forced to do this. Also you are forced to release the juice from your own
penis."

Oliver tried to struggle free once again but was unable. Several of the men
on his chest were playing with his nipples. They were kicking them with
their feet like a ball.

That really didn't bother him until they started pinching them their
hands. The front of Oliver's pants had been cut away completely even
through the crotch. His flaccid cock now lay out in the open for all the
men to see. Oliver could feel about twenty little hands poking and prodding
around his genitals.

"Tell them to be careful around there."

One of the little men walked up to Oliver's ear and spoke. "If you don't do
what you're told. We'll run your balls through with a sword."

"OK. OK! I'll do what you want. No need to hurt the balls."

The little men stepped up to Oliver's mouth. "Open your mouth and lay your
tongue out."

The first two men began stroking their hard little cocks until they
ejaculated on the tip of Oliver's tongue. To Oliver it felt like an eye
dropper full. Then the rest of the men followed, ejaculating on his tongue
also.

Oliver could feel his own penis beginning to swell and it was causing some
real excitement among the men that were down by his crotch.

"Look out!" One of them yelled.

Oliver's cock twitched as it was raising and knocked one of the men to the
ground. He felt some of the men wrap their arms around the hardening
organ. It was almost like a game of bucking horse because another man lost
his grip and fell to the ground.

"Let me swallow what I got here right now," Oliver said, pulling his tongue
in his mouth.

When he stuck it back out it was completely clean and ready for the next
group of little ejaculating men. Oliver's cock was now fully erect, lying
stiff against his abdomen. He could feel small hands tugging and pulling
the loose skin of his scrotum as his testicles hung down between his legs.

Then he felt some little hands probing up between his ass cheeks and
heading straight for his anus. Oliver felt something being inserted in
there but he was not sure what it was. He really didn't care as long as it
was not painful. Next Oliver began to feel a dozed little hands playing
with his hard penis. They were rubbing the swollen glans and pinching the
mushroom like corona.

Other busy hands were playing with the frenulum. Suddenly Oliver felt
someones arm going into his urethra. He felt like he should protest but he
remembered the warning about the sword and his balls. Three or four time he
could feel the little men shoving their arms down the slit of his
cock. Finally the little hands playing with the gland set off a chain of
events.

Oliver's cock snapped upward, he gave out with a groan causing the men on
his chest to fall down. One little man had his arm in the hole and was
ejected with the first gush of semen. Two others fell off also as the huge
cock of Oliver's erupted more and more warm juice. Several of the little
men were covered from head to toe with sperm. It shot all the way up onto
Oliver's chest. The men were holding on to the hair on Oliver's chest to
keep from falling.

"Wow! That was a great one!" One of them shouted.

He was answered by two dozed cheers and a lot of clapping. Then all the men
went to work cleaning and gathering up all the sperm that was just
discharged. They were filling jar after jar with the milky juice. Suddenly
Oliver felt a lot of ropes being wrapped around his penis. The men wrapped
the ropes then pulled upward, squeezing out more semen until the got every
drop.

"What's going on now?" Oliver asked.

"We're gathering you juice. It will provide nourishment for the tribe. You
give us a few more loads like that and we'll be set for all year."

Several of the men laughed. "That's why we fed you on your tongue. To give
you nourishment."

"I don't know where you people are from but I need real food for
nourishment. Not that few dribbles of juice from your little cocks! If I
have to live on that, I'd be dead in a week!"  Oliver struggled at his
ropes once again. "Look. You let me up so I can get some food and I'll give
you all the sperm you want."

The elders of the tribe gathered to ponder their predicament. On one hand
the giant would die in a week and they would only have a weeks worth of his
juice. Which would eventually run out. Then they would have to go back to
sucking juice from each other again. Even worse capture some of their
enemies again and extract small amounts of juice from them. There was also
the danger of them being killed or captured also as they fought with the
other tribes.

On the other hand, the let the giant up and he kills all of them in one
swoop. They let the giant up and he leaves because they would be helpless
to stop him. The worst case the giant leaves and joins their enemies. This
would obviously need a monumental decision but in the meantime they could
still gather juice from the giant.

Later that day the men climbed back up on Oliver and went to work on his
penis forcing him to ejaculated a few more times. They gathered every drop
they could. That included sticking their arms down his penis hole and
scraping everything out. This time twenty of the little twelve inch men
squirted their semen into Oliver's mouth. He was very thankful for the
moisture because he had been without water for almost a day.

That evening Oliver received a visit from five of the little men who
climbed up on his chest.

"We have decided to cut the rope and let you go free. We don't want you to
die. Please just don't kill us all when we cut the ropes."

Oliver smiled. "I won't kill you. I've kind of taken a liking to you men."
The men set about cutting the ropes from his legs, arms and chest. After a
few were cut it was enough for Oliver to pull the rest out of the ground
and free himself.

Oliver stood up and gave out with a big groan as he stretched his
muscles. That was enough to frighten the five little men that had released
him and bring the whole rest of the tribe out. Everyone was yelling.

"What did you do? You set him free. He'll kill us all now!"  Oliver stomped
his foot on the ground.  "Quiet! All of you. Nobody is going to kill
anybody. Do you understand that?"

The frightened tribe huddled together. Oliver looked down to the five men
who freed him. "Tell them. Tell them they are safe. You are all safe. I
won't hurt anyone."

Oliver removed what was left of his pants. "Thanks for not leaving me any
clothes," he muttered. I've got to go look around this island for some food
to eat and some water to drink."

The first thing he saw were coconut trees and he knew his water problem
would be over for now. He came across several varieties of tropical fruits
he gathered some of them up and brought them back to the cove where the
tribe of little men lived. He thought they would know if they were safe or
not. Unfortunately, they were of no help because they didn't eat anything
from the the island. They survived totally on semen from themselves and
others.

Oliver cracked open a few coconuts with some rocks and drank the milk which
reminded him of a thin milky sperm. The small men knew how to make fire but
they were frightened by the large fire Oliver made. They feared the whole
island would be burned down. Oliver speared some fish which he cooked on
the fire. It was the best tasting meal he ever ate, in three days that is.

The little men sat around Oliver they now were more comfortable with him
since they saw he was not going to kill them all. The leader of the tribe
spoke up.

"This would be a great time to conquer our enemies. The giant could just
grab them up and throw them in the prison!"

Oliver shook his head as he looked at him. "I'm not going to throw anyone
in prison. Why do you want to destroy this other tribe?"

The little men stared at one another for a moment. "We are the Trabic and
they are the Brobic. We fight them. We capture them and force the juice
from them. They will do the same to us if we are captured. That is how is
has been for years."

Oliver leaned back against a large rock. "Well, if this juice is so
special, why don't you just join forces and share all the juice both tribes
have?"

"That would be fine if the Trabic were the rulers. However, the Brobic want
to be the rulers also. And as we all know there can only be one ruler."

Oliver began stroking his cock until it was hard. The little men watched
him as if they were in a trance. Suddenly Oliver groaned and released his
semen into the empty coconut shell. He handed the coconut shell to the
tribe.

"There. I give you this. You can have as much as you want. I can do it
again in a few hours. Now, that's much easier than fighting and killing."

Eight of the men took the coconut shell back to the camp to be stored.

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