The Master Tribe - Part 3

[johnd]

WARNING. This story contains lots of violence, sex and death. If you are offended by any of these, please do not read on.

The Master Tribe - Part 3

By John D.

The slaves were now nearing the Master Tribe?s village. About a day away, one of the slaves twisted his ankle on a rock and sprained his ankle. He couldn?t walk. Tarok pulled him off the line and ordered him to walk. The boy stumbled a few steps and then stopped. He couldn?t walk. Tarok walked up to him and ran his huge and over the kid?s little ass. ?Bad luck,? he said. ?You would have been a good slave. You got a nice little ass. Now you?re a cripple.? He grabbed the kid?s arm. Then he reached up and opened his huge right hand in front of the kid?s face. The hand of death. The kid panicked and started hitting Tarok?s body, but the hits were like little insects hitting Tarok?s rock hard muscles. Tarok wrapped his hand around the kid?s thin neck and started crushing all the muscle and flesh in the neck. He kneaded his thick fingers, squishing the flesh like it was bread dough until there was nothing left. Mimbu gasped as he saw the power in Tarok?s fingers. In 30 seconds he had pulverized every bit of flesh from the kid?s neck. All there was left was the spine bone. Tarok pushed the kid?s head back so the chin was tilting up. Then he pulled back his other hand, made a fist and smashed his fist into the cavity behind the kid?s chin. There was a loud popping sound as the boy?s neckbones broke. The kid?s head flew off his neck and landed in a bush next to the trail. Tarok was now holding a headless boy. He had decapitated the boy with one smashing blow from his huge arm. Tarok was happy with his work. He had never beheaded a slave with one punch before. He threw the body into the bushes and grabbed the head. Then he walked around the line, holding the head and laughing. Killing the jackals was obviously a lot of fun to him.

In the last day of the marching, the young warriors gave the slaves all of the food that was left. Instead of eating half the food, the warriors ate nothing. They knew they were going to have a huge feast when they returned to their village. And they wanted the slaves to be healthy. They wanted nice healthy slaves to present to their chief. So the slaves ate a lot of food during the breaks as they marched. They felt good. Even though they had been marching for seven days the warriors always gave them plenty of water and now they were getting lots of food.

As they got close to the village, they came to a small river that had a big pool of water. The young warriors were very familiar with this river and the pool. They had swum in it many times. Tarok ordered them to stop. ?Strip off your loincloths and throw them away. You are going to be naked from now on.? The slaves quickly threw away their loincloths. And he and the other warriors stripped off their own loinclothes and threw them in the bushes. They were naked too. ?Clean your bodies in the water,? yelled Tarok. ?I?m going to inspect you and you all must be very clean. Any dirty bodies will be punished.? The slaves knew they?d better clean themselves off really well. They didn?t want to be punished by Tarok. Maybe the punishment was a cruel death. They still had the rope attached to one arm and wrapped around their necks. They marched slowly through the pool washing their bodies with their free hand. All the urine was cleansed away from Mimbu?s body. His skin was clean and beautiful as he walked away from the river. The young warriors swam around the pool, frolicking in the water and splashing each other, just like they had done when they were 10 years old. When they arose from the water their bodies were radiant. Every one of them was over six feet tall. Tarok was the biggest at 240 pounds, but all of these 16 year old warriors weighed at least 220 pounds. They were solid muscle and the droplets of water sparkled on their pecs and their abs and their big broad shoulders. And their cocks were huge, big thick snakes hanging from their crotches with huge balls hanging down behind them.

After the slaves walked away from the water Tarok ordered them to stop. He and the other warriors inspected them, both visually and physically. Tarok came up to Mimbu and ran his huge hand of death over Mimbu?s little tight bubble butt. He smiled. ?A nice clean jackal,? he said. ?A real tight little ass.? Tarok?s cock was rock hard and Mimbu looked at it in awe. His cock was hard too. He began to tremble as he thought about Tarok?s huge 12 inch cock ramming up his ass. The other young warriors were feeling the asses of the other slaves. They placed their huge callused hands on the slaves? bodies, especially on their asses. It was like they were at a slave market, picking out the slave with the cutest face and the nicest body and ass. Their cocks were rock hard too as they felt their slaves. They knew what was coming. And they were horny as hell. The slaves were trembling in fear. They saw the warriors? huge 10 to 12 inch cocks and realized their little asses were going to be the targets of those huge weapons. ?March!? yelled Tarok. The slaves had all passed the cleanliness inspection.

In a few hours Mimbu saw the village. It was huge. It was at least 10 times bigger than his village. Instead of huts, there were houses, houses made of clay and wood and sticks. Houses made by slaves. He saw guards outside the village, guards who waved at the young warriors welcoming them back. The guards were big and muscular, just like the young warriors. The young warriors strutted along side the slaves, proud of the huge number of slaves they had brought back to the village. The slave?s chief Simbu was in front of the line and his mouth dropped open as he saw the size and grandeur of the Master Tribe?s village.

They walked into the village into the courtyard. The courtyard was surrounded by houses on the right a throne in the middle and a huge workout area on the left where the warriors trained their huge bodies. Kwame, the Master Warrior chief, was seated on the throne. He was wearing only a loincloth. All the slaves gasped as they took in the enormity of Kwame?s body. Mimbu noticed that he looked at lot like Tarok, except he was way more massive and muscular. He was surrounded by the most gigantic young men Mimbu had ever seen. They were older than the young warriors, probably in their 20?s and early 30?s and they were huge. They were also just wearing loincloths and they had necklaces around their necks, necklaces that identified them as noble warriors. They were the nobles of the village, the huge warriors who had brought back slaves in their youth and who were now part of the ruling class of the village. Kwame and these lieutenants of his ran the village. All the other villagers did what Kwame and his warriors ordered. And all the boys and young men wanted to be a warrior.

On the left alongside the training area, there were many other young men lined up. They were all naked and they all had hard cocks. Some were young, maybe 12 or 13 years old. Others were in their late teens and early 20?s. Mimbu thought they were warriors who weren?t quite at the ruling class stage. But they were big and strong. Even the 12 and 13 year old warriors were twice as big as he was. And they looked very strong. And they looked like they wanted to fuck. You see, Kwame had over 20 wives. He had over 100 children and he fucked at least three wives every day. But no other man could touch Kwame?s wives. And each of the noble warriors standing next to Kwame had at least 10 wives. They were producing lots of big strong boy babies, just like Kwame was. But this meant there weren?t enough women for the younger warriors or the older warriors who hadn?t become nobles. But there were slaves. Slaves with nice tight assholes. The slaves were going to be the sex toys for all the warriors in the village. The slaves were going to get their first taste of this today.

The six young warriors lined up the slaves in front of Kwame the chief and stood before him in front of the slaves. A couple of the other warriors took off the ropes so now the slaves were standing, for the first time in seven days, without ropes holding them together. But they knew they could not escape. There were lots of warriors guarding them. Huge young warriors who could kill them with just one punch from their huge arms.

Then the chief stood up. Mimbu?s mouth dropped open. He was absolutely huge. He was about 6? 6? tall and must have weighed over 300 pounds. He was solid muscle, with arms that must have measured 25 inches around. His chest was like a huge barrel of muscle. His shoulders were gigantic and his legs were like huge tree trunks. His waist was big also, but it was all muscle. He was the biggest man Mimbu had ever seen or even dreamed existed. No wonder he was the chief, Mimbu thought. Nobody would dare to fight all that muscle. ?Come forward,? he ordered, and the six young warriors walked up to him. Kwame was Tarok?s uncle. They both had the same grandfather. Tarok came from the ruling family of the tribe and he was the biggest and strongest of the young warriors. The chief smiled at him. He was happy for his big nephew. ?You were very successful,? he said as he looked at the naked 118 slaves standing there terrified. Then one of the nobles handed him six necklaces. They had about 20 white sticks hanging on a string. They were the same necklaces the other nobles were wearing. Mimbu struggled to see what the necklaces were made of. Then he realized the white sticks were finger bones. They were the finger bones of slaves who were now dead. He shuddered. Maybe one day his finger bones would be on those necklaces. He realized he was nothing to these huge men. He was a jackal. He remembered how Tarok had said that the jackals were animals and the warriors would kill them any time they wanted. He started trembling.

Kwame put the necklaces around the necks of the six young warriors and said, ?You have passed the test. You are now noble warriors of the Master Tribe.? Each of them smiled and hugged the chief. They were men. They were warrior men. They were nobles. They were part of the ruling class of the Master Tribe.

The young warriors knew what was coming next. Their cocks were rock hard. They were naked and they turned around and faced the slaves. Then Kwame removed his loin cloth and his huge cock sprang up. He was hard also. His cock was gigantic. Mimbu?s eyes bulged out of his head. That cock must have been 14 inches long and it was as thick as Mimbu?s upper arm. Kwame swaggered over to the slaves and strutted along the line of puny men, men who were a foot shorter than him and weighed a third of what he weighed. He swung his cock back and forth as the jackals looked at it and his body and gasped in awe and horror. Then he swaggered over and grabbed Simbu, the slaves? chief, a man in his 30?s who was a foot shorter and 180 pounds lighter than Kwame. Kwame?s huge arms were bigger than Simbu?s legs. In fact he had more muscle in one arm than Simbu had in his whole body. He grabbed Simbu under his shoulders and held him over his huge rock hard cock. The little chief looked down at the big chief?s huge hard cock and gulped. ?I?m gonna fuck the shit outta you, jackal,? said the huge man. ?I?m gonna fuck you until you die.?

Kwame lifted Simbu up and down a couple of times, playing with him like he was playing with a rag doll. Simbu was so light to him it was like he was lifting a feather. His huge cock was pointing up and it was throbbing. All the slaves were looking at this in horror. Their chief as at the mercy of Kwame and they knew there would be no mercy. The six young warriors were stroking their cocks. They were really getting turned on watching their huge chief and his huge cock. Kwame slowly lowered the little man down so the tip of his cock was right at the opening of his anus. Then he jammed Simbu asshole down on his cock with such force that the little man?s anus burst open. Kwame?s cock was like a huge steel pole and Simbu?s little anus muscles were nothing to that huge monster. They instantly broke. Tendons broke. Ligaments broke. Skin broke. ?Oh yeah,? yelled Kwame. ?Nice and tight!? Blood started flowing out of Simbu?s asshole and Kwame started thrusting his hips and lifting and lowering the little man up and down on his cock. ?Oh yeah, oh yeah,? yelled Kwame as his huge cock brutally tore through Simbu?s little body.

Kwame continued this fucking for several minutes. Every thrust by his cock tore into Simbu?s guts. His cock was so long and thick and hard that it was busting through Simbu?s intestines and his vital organs. And every time his cock tore through an intestine or and organ a spasm of pleasure went through Kwame?s body as he felt his cock destroy the living tissue. After five minutes of this fucking, there was nothing left of Simbu?s intestines or liver. Simbu was crying in pain. Kwame didn?t care. His cock felt real good.

Then Kwame threw Simbu on the ground on his back and he jumped on top of him, completely covering him with his 300 pounds of muscle. He thrust his cock into that bloody anus and started fucking again, this time thrusting his hips with enormous force. Sweat was dripping off his black skin. His huge abs muscles were pushing his cock deeper and deeper inside Simbu?s ass. His butt muscles were glistening with power and huge dimples formed on the sides of his glutes with every thrust. Mimbu gasped as he saw the incredible power of Kwame?s fucking. All the other slaves were crying and yelling as they saw their chief being pulverized by Kwame?s huge body and cock. However, Mimbu?s cock was rock hard and he wasn?t crying. He was transfixed as he watched Kwame?s huge muscles flex and writhe and smash his cock into the puny body of his chief. He was totally turned on by this display of total muscle domination. Then he heard bones cracking. Simbu?s pelvis was cracking apart. It was being broken apart by Kwame?s powerful thrusts. Then his spine started breaking as Kwame pushed himself farther and farther in. By now, Kwame?s cock had destroyed Simbu?s stomach. It was now pushing into his lungs. More and more tissues were destroyed by that huge weapon. Kwame was now panting and yelling in erotic bliss. He was ready for the final burst of pleasure. He wrapped his huge right hand around Simbu?s neck and squeezed. His hand was so strong it squeezed through all the tissue and then crushed the bone. Kwame?s huge fingers had crushed Simbu?s neckbones. Spasms of death surged through Simbu's ass giving Kwame even more pleasure as he thrust his cock in and out of his ass, which was now twitching in death. Kwame yelled and started shooting his load, filling up Simbu?s body with spurt after spurt after spurt of his genetically perfect muscle sperm, millions of huge muscle man sperm spewing into Simbu?s body. After many many spurts of cum Kwame finally stopped and pulled his huge cock out of Simbu?s mangled body. He looked down at Simbu?s dead corpse and said, ?Nice fuck, jackal.?

The six young warriors were now in a sexual frenzy after watching this overwhelming display of sexual dominance by their chief. The slave?s chief had been destroyed by Kwame?s huge cock and his huge muscles. Now it was their turn to fuck. Kwame turned to them and said, ?Choose your jackal, young warriors.? The slaves were all crying. Fear and horror was in their eyes. They all thought they would be killed the same way Simbu was killed, getting fucked and crushed by these huge young men who were so much bigger and so much more muscular and so much stronger than they were. However, that was not the plan of the warriors. They intended to fuck these little slaves for months, fucking them every day and many times per day. Yeah, a few of the slaves would die. Maybe a warrior would break his neck or fuck him so hard one of his internal organs would be damaged. Over time, all of the slaves would die. That was their purpose. To serve as fuck toys for the warriors, to work in the village and then to die. New slaves arrived almost every other month. These warriors were the masters and they would decide when it was time for a slave to die. When their asses got too soft and new tight ass slaves arrived it was time to die. Or if a warrior just wanted to kill a slave he could do it. Slaves were like animals. They could be killed any time.

The six young warriors got to pick a slave that would be his. All the other slaves would be available to the other warriors. They would be fuck toys for everyone. The better looking slaves would be fucked over and over again. They would be gang raped by these horny young men, men who could fuck five and six times a day.

But six of the lucky slaves would have just one master. Torak strutted over to Mimbu and pulled him away from the line. He looked down at Mimbu?s hard cock and grinned and sneered at the same time. The other five warriors pulled out the jackal they had picked out before. The best jackals were now the sex slaves of these six young warriors. Mimbu was terrified and excited at the same time. He looked at Torak?s huge body and his huge cock in anticipation. The other five slaves were crying as their young warrior masters looked at their tight little butts.

Then Kwame yelled to the other warriors. ?Okay, fuck the jackals!? Suddenly all the other warriors ran at the slaves and grabbed a slave away from the line. There were way more warriors than there were slaves so two or three warriors would share one jackal. For some of the younger warriors, this was their first jackal fuck. They had just gone through puberty and chief Kwame had told them they were old enough to fuck the jackals. They could hardly wait. Even though they were only 12 or 13, they were bigger than any of the jackals. They had been building up their bodies since they were three years old. They lifted heavy logs in the training pen, logs that had been carved by their ancestors and that weighed different weights. So there were light logs for the young kids and heavy logs for the teens and the men. The logs were carved with hand grips, so even the heaviest logs, logs that weighed 400 or 500 pounds could be lifted by a warrior and pressed overhead or in a bench press on a huge log bench. And the warriors had to make heavier logs every year as the young warriors like Tarok got stronger than their fathers. The boys who had just gone through puberty were overhead pressing much more than they weighed. They could press 200 pounds and they could curl 130. And they could squat with 250 pounds of log on their back. No wonder Tarok and the young warriors were so strong. They had been lifting huge weights since they were kids. And they ate tons of meat. The little jackals were like infants to the 12 and 13 year old boys who were now going to gang fuck them with cocks that were already bigger than any of the slaves? cocks. A young slave was going to be gang banged by at least six of these young boys. And the young boys were going to have a lot of fun. They didn?t care how the slave felt. He was just a jackal.

The wild fucking began. Some of the warriors wanted a blow job before they fucked the ass of a slave. They could cum many times and they wanted to start with a blow job. Other warriors went right to the butt fucking. They loved the tight little butts of these slaves who had never been fucked before. The slaves obeyed their orders because they saw what Torak had done to any slave who disobeyed. They would be punished severely and maybe killed. So they did whatever the warriors ordered. The 12 year old warriors picked out a boy who was just about their age. He was very young and he was very skinny. They looked at his skinny body and laughed as they flexed their muscles at him . Then one of the boys order him to suck his cock and another warrior fucked him in the ass. After both of those boys came, which only took a minute because they were so horny, two other boy warriors got a blow job or an ass fuck. And this continued until all the boy warriors had come five or six times. The little slave was exhausted and fell to the ground as the boy warriors stroked their cocks and strutted away, their sexual lust satisfied at least for now. Then another warrior came up and fucked the exhausted slave another time. It was an orgy.

Torak pulled Mimbu aside. Mimbu saw what all the other warriors were doing to the slaves and he expected Torak to attack him. But Torak just stood there in front of Mimbu, stroking his 12 inch cock which was rock hard. ?You?ve been drooling over my body, jackal. Your cock?s been hard since the minute you saw me. Touch my muscles and tell me what you?re thinking. I wanna hear what you think about my body. I wanna feel your little hands on my body. I?m gonna get so turned on I?m gonna fuck the shit outta you.? Torak raised his huge right hand, the hand of death, and looked at it. ?You watched me kill all those jackals with this big hand. This hand?s very strong. Look how thick my fingers are. They?re thick with muscle. I have more strength in one finger than you have in you whole body. But you like my strength, don?t you jackal. You like to see me killing jackals, killing those little animals with just my big strong fingers crushing their puny flesh. You like my incredible strength. I?m the strongest 16 year old warrior here. I know I?m gonna be chief some day. And I?m gonna kill a lot of jackals with my big strong muscles. Touch my body. Tell me what you think!? Mimbu grabbed Tarok?s hand and felt how tough and hard it was, how thick those fingers were, how big it was. His cock was rock hard as he felt Tarok?s hand of death. ?Your hand is enormous. Look how much bigger it is than my hand. It?s twice as big and your fingers are three times as thick. Your skin is all callused from all the work your hand does. Lifting huge weights, killing animals, killing jackals. Your hand is the hand of death. You can kill me with just your hand. You could wrap that hand around my neck and squeeze. Your forearm muscles would flex and become enormous. Immense power would surge through your fingers. My neck would be crushed into pulp, crushed into nothing by your huge fingers of death.? Tarok smiled. He liked the way Mimbu was talking. Mimbu moved his little hands up to Tarok?s huge forearm. He felt the size of the huge muscles and Torak made a fist and flexed them as Mimbu gasped. ?Oh my god, your forearm is huge. It?s bigger than my leg. Your muscles feel like rocks. They feel like rock hard snakes writhing in your arm. I feel so weak and insignificant compared to you. I want to worship you master. I wanted to feel all of your body and to worship your muscles? He looked at Tarok?s brutally handsome face and said, ?You are like a god to me.? Tarok smiled. ?Well, do it!? he yelled as he flexed his 20 inch arm right in Mimbu?s face.

Mimbu tore into Tarok?s body, feeling his muscles and lusting over him in actions and words. He felt his huge arms and marveled at the power in those huge guns. He told about seeing that arm smash his friend?s head right off his spine. He couldn?t believe how strong that arm was. He was in awe at the size and hardness of that huge arm. He felt Tarok?s huge shoulder, a huge round block of muscle that sat like a cannonball on his broad shoulders and he told about how hard Tarok could punch, how much power was in that shoulder and how awesome it must feel to Tarok to have a shoulder that strong. Tarok?s cock was bouncing up and down. He was getting totally turned on. Then Mimbu smashed his face into Tarok?s armpit and smelled his hot sweat. The armpit was huge, surrounded by Tarok?s huge lats, his huge pecs and his huge arm. ?You are such a man, master. You are such a man. I am a weak little animal compared to you. Your armpit smells like the armpit of a man. Strong sweat made by your huge muscles. The sweat of a chief! You are going to be the chief of all these warriors. You are so strong. You are so dominant. You are a natural leader. All the men do what you tell them. I saw it. You are a young god.? Tarok was grunting. He wasn?t going to be able to take this too much longer. Mimbu had only gotten from his arm to his shoulder to his armpit and he was hot as hell.

He grabbed Tarok?s head and pushed him down to his crotch. ?Lick my balls, jackal! Lick my cock! You got me so turned on already!? Mimbu looked at Tarok?s huge balls and his gigantic cock. He felt he had died and gone to heaven. He had been looking at that huge cock and longing after it. Now he was going to be able to touch it with his tongue, to smell it, to feel it, to taste it. ?Yes, master,? he groaned as he started licking Tarok?s huge balls. ?Your balls are huge, master. They are the balls of a man. You are going to make lots of babies. Your sons are going to be beautiful. They?re going to be huge and muscular, just like you. They are going to be strong. They are going to be stronger than all the other men. God, your ball is so big I can hardly fit it into my mouth. It?s so hot, so hard. I?m thinking about all the cum your balls are making, cum that will fill the world with big muscular male babies, babies that will rule every village.? Mimbu was licking and sucking furiously and Tarok was groaning in pleasure. He had fucked a lot of jackals but he had never had a fuck this good. His mind as well as his body was totally into this fuck.

Mimbu then started licking his cock. ?I have never seen a cock as big as yours. You cock is bigger than the cocks of all the other young warriors. I was looking and I noticed. Your cock is huge. And it?s so thick and so hard. I bet you?ve killed jackals with your cock. Your cock is so big that it just busted through them, ripping open their asses and killing them as their blood drained out. Please don?t kill me master. I want to worship you. I want to make you cum like you?ve never cum before. Don?t kill me master with your huge cock. Be gentle at first until my ass opens up. Then fuck the shit out of me with this huge monster.? Mimbu was licking and sucking furiously on Tarok?s huge cock. Tarok roared like a lion. The sound was very loud, like a young lion ready to fuck his mate. He roared again. Then he pulled back Mimbu?s head and rammed his huge cock down his throat. He thrust his hips back and forth and pulled Mimbu?s head up and down his huge cock. Mimbu was gagging but he was so totally turned on he didn?t care. His cock was rock hard and now his had one hand on his cock and one hand on Tarok?s big round muscle butt. Tarok was groaning with pleasure as he rammed his cock in and out of Mimbu?s mouth, forcing it all the way down his throat and having that tight throat give his organ the most ultimate sexual ecstasy it had ever had. ?Oh, oh!? yelled Tarok as he thrust harder and harder. Finally he roared again and he shot load after load of his male lion sperm down Mimbu?s throat. Mimbu gagged and the gagging gave Tarok even more pleasure as he fucked and fucked and shot and shot. He shot a huge amount of cum into Mimbu?s stomach. After many spurts and many thrusts, Tarok finally slowed down and stroked his still hard cock in Mimbu?s throat as Mimbu continued licking and sucking it. ?Oh my god, oh my god,? said Tarok and he pushed Mimbu forward and fell on him with his hard cock still in his mouth. Mimbu was almost smothered by Tarok?s hard body but he loved having all that hard muscle on top of him. He had cum too and he felt so good.

Tarok fucked Mimbu four more times. Each time, Mimbu worshipped more parts of Tarok?s body, turning him on so much that he was an incredible sex machine. The first time Tarok fucked Mimbu?s butt, he spit on his cock and on the butt and he moved his thick fingers around inside, opening up Mimbu?s tight anus muscles. Then he slowly inserted his huge cock, inch by inch, until he was all the way in. He slowly moved it back and forth until Mimbu was moaning in pleasure rather than pain. Then he started fucking ravenously, ramming his huge cock inside Mimbu?s ass until he came, filling up Mimbu?s ass with his cum, which flowed out onto Mimbu?s little ass. From then on it was wild fucking with Tarok grunting and fucking and cumming over and over. His balls were drained. He felt just like the young stud he was. Mimbu wasn?t injured. And he wasn?t killed. He was the happiest slave in the village.

TO BE CONTINUED

[FrenchMuscle]

HOT HOT HOT! Go ahead man! Can't wait to read the next parts :-)

[emsgdh]

John:

No One Can Touch You. Another Absolutely Fantastic Story.

Listen To No Suggestions Or Criticisms.

Emsgdh

[TheMM]

Originally Posted by emsgdh

John:

No One Can Touch You. Another Absolutely Fantastic Story.

Listen To No Suggestions Or Criticisms.

Emsgdh

Now I wouldn't say that...if none of the writers here only did what they wanted and never listened to anyone telling them anything about their story (constructive or otherwise), then no one would ever improve in their writing.

[tagsnola]

... well written but it would be nice if, in the end, the jackals got some justice. Mimbu must certainly come to realize his eventual fate if he hasn't already. T'would be nice, very nice, if, just before he is to be dispatched, after he has been almost "used up" by Tarok, maybe before he and his juvenile delinquent thugs are about to deploy on another slaving mission, Mimbu would slit Tarok's throat. He would, of course, be obliged to join Tarok in death. His certain torture execution by Tarok's tribe would be needless pain, easily avoided by taking matters into his own hands.