The Master Tribe - Part 4 - The End

[johnd]

The Master Tribe - Part 4

By John D.

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


The orgy finally came to and end when whiffs of roasted meat came through the air. The women had been preparing a huge feast for the warriors. Big slabs of meat were roasting on the fire. The warriors threw the jackals on the ground and strutted over to gorge themselves. Some of the jackals had been fucked 50 times. They lay on the ground writhing in pain. Three of the jackals were dead. They had been fucked to death. After the warriors went over to feast, two older warriors, probably in their 40?s, came over to the slaves. ?Get up, jackals,? they yelled. ?We?re gonna bring you to your hut. You can drink some water and eat some food. No meat for you. Jackals don?t get meat. You just get roots and grain. So get up and move!? Slowly the slaves stood up. Some of them kept lying down and writhing in pain and the old warriors kicked them until they stood up. ?If you got blood coming outta your ass, stuff it with straw and the bleeding will stop. You?re gonna get fucked a lot around here, so you better get used to it. The warriors work out hard and they fuck hard. You puny little jackals are just fuck toys for the warriors. Drag the dead jackals with you. You will throw them in the garbage tomorrow, with all the other trash.?

The slaves walked towards their hut. The walked by the big houses that the warriors and their wives and children lived in. They saw new houses under construction. The village was growing. The warriors were making more and more babies and those babies were growing into more warriors and wives and new houses were needed. The slaves were the ones building the houses. The slaves took away all the garbage, they emptied the piss and shit pots and threw that away too. They built new houses for their masters and they threw away all their masters? garbage. They couldn?t touch any food except the food they were given. They were given food by their warrior guards. Not the same food the warriors were eating. They ate leftover roots and grains and insects. The warriors ate lots of meat and the new roots and grains and vegetables. Each warrior ate ten times the food of a slave. The warriors were big and strong. The slaves were weak and skinny. And they kept it that way.

They walked into the slave quarters of the village. There, for the first time, they saw the other slaves. They were standing outside their huts, weak and skinny and dirty. Mimbu wondered how many times those slaves had been fucked. The old slaves looked forlornly at the new slaves. Half of the old slaves were dead. The other half would be dead in a few months. They had been fucked thousands of times, every day, five to 20 times a day. The warriors were the most virile men in Africa, and since the young warriors couldn?t have wives yet, they fucked the slaves. And they fucked whenever they wanted to. Five or six times a day for most of the young warriors. The slaves ultimately got fucked to death. The warriors didn?t care. They sent new young warriors to bring back new jackals every time the slave population fell below 100 slaves. More tight asses to fuck.

The slaves reached their hut. It was old and dark and smelly. Obviously other slaves had lived there, slaves that were now dead. The floor was covered with straw. Outside, there was a pot full of water, another pot for their piss and feces, and finally some food on some straw. ?Eat and sleep,? said one of the guards. ?Tomorrow you will work. You will work and you will get fucked. That is what life is going to be for you. Working and getting fucked. If you try to escape you will be killed.?

So the slaves took some food and water and ate. There was actually quite a bit of food, although it was bland and almost inedible. They heard the warriors laughing and singing as they feasted and fed their huge bodies with lots of meat and grain and vegetables. The slaves were exhausted. They had endured seven days of marching and a fucking orgy that none of them could have imagined. They found some straw to lay on in their crowded hut and quickly went to sleep. Then, one of Mimbu?s friends, decided he had had enough. He had been raped 25 times. His ass was aching. He decided there was no way he was going to get fucked over and over again by these huge muscular warrior boys. He was going to escape and find his way back to his village. So he got up and slipped out of the hut. He walked quietly to the side and then saw a trail in the moonlight that led out of the village. He walked quickly. The all of a sudden there was a loud yell. ?Halt!? yelled the voice and instantly there was a huge warrior standing in front of him. It was a guard. The village was always guarded and this young man was a warrior guard. He was in his early 20?s and he was huge, almost as big as Tarok. He stood there with his massive chest, his rippling abs, his broad shoulders capped with bowling balls of muscle and his 19 inch arms. He grinned. ?Fuck, I was hoping for this.? He grabbed the slave by his arm and dragged him back to the village and into the slaves? hut.

The slaves were all asleep. The guard yelled ?Wake up jackals!? The slaves jolted themselves awake and looked at the huge warrior, who was carrying a torch. Then they saw their little friend in his grip. ?One of you tried to escape. Here?s what happens to a jackal who tries to escape! A death with so much pain this jackal will wish he were dead right now.? The jackal was trembling in fear. ?Please don?t hurt me master. I?ll be a good slave. I won?t try to run away again.? The huge warrior sneered at the little man and pushed the jackal to the wall. He raised him up with one hand and then made a fist with his other hand. The jackal yelled ?No, No!? as he looked at the huge muscles twitching in the warrior?s shoulder and at his huge arm which was so muscular. The warrior flexed his arm right in the jackal?s face and said ?Too late.? Then he pulled back his huge arm and slammed his fist into the jackal?s stomach. His punch was so hard that his fist hit the jackals spine bone and the jackal started vomiting. This warrior could do bench presses with a 500 pound log and all that power smashed itself into the jackal?s weak little gut. Then the warrior lifted the jackal higher by his neck and smashed his fist into his crotch, breaking the jackal?s pelvis bone and crushing his cock and balls. The jackal was crying in abject pain. The warrior then grabbed the jackals balls and crushed them with his hand, smashing the balls with his hard muscular fingers until they were ground into a paste. All the slaves were stunned by this absolute cruelty. The jackal was wailing.

Then the warrior grabbed the jackal?s foot and raised it into the air. He grabbed the foot with both of his hands and started kneading it with his thick strong fingers. He crushed the bones so all the form went away from the jackal?s foot. It was like a stump on the end of his legs, all the bones crushed into powder. Then the warrior did the same thing with his other foot. His forearms bulged with muscle as he crushed. Those feet weren?t going to run any more. But the warrior wasn?t done. He raised up the jackal and jammed him down on the ground, smashing his crushed feet. . Then he grabbed an arm and twisted it up the jackal?s back, twisting it back and forth and breaking his tendons and ligaments. The arm was now like a little pole, hanging from the jackal?s bony shoulder with just the skin holding it in place. Then he twisted the jackal?s other arm. Now the jackal had no arms and no feet. Pain surged through his body. But the warrior wasn?t done yet. He inflicted even more pain. H e wrapped his arms around the jackal?s chest and crushed all his rib bones. Those bones were nothing to the enormous strength of this young warrior. All the warriors were trained to be strong and these little jackals were nothing to them. The jackal was almost dead. His whole body was now in such pain that the other slaves couldn?t even imagine how bad the pain was. Then the warrior grabbed the jackals shriveled up little cock and his pulverized balls, squeezed hard, and pulled them off his body. Blood spurted out of his crotch. The jackal would be dead in about ten minutes as his blood flowed out. The warrior bent down on his knee, lifted the jackal up and smashed him down over his knee, breaking his spine. The jackal was writhing in pain, with blood flowing out of his crotch and all his nerves in total pain.

Then the warrior got up and turned to the slaves. ?You can throw this garbage in the dump tomorrow,? he said, ?along with all the shit and piss.? The dead slaves didn?t get buried. They got thrown away as garbage. He put his foot on the dying body and flexed his huge arms as he sneered at the jackals. He smashed his foot down, breaking more bones. Then he strutted out of the hut. No slave ever tried to escape again. The young jackal was still writhing in pain. It would be several minutes before he died. One of the slaves went up to him and put his hand over his nose and mouth. Rather than dying in absolute pain, he suffocated. The slaves dragged him over to the side of the hut and cried.

The next day at dawn, 10 older warriors entered the hut and yelled for the slaves to wake up. ?First you work, then you eat, then you work some more,? yelled one of them. The slaves all stood up. Then the warriors divided them into groups. There was the cleanup and garbage removal group. There was the wood gathering group. There was the construction group. All the menial jobs the village were performed by the slaves. The women and girls found the roots and vegetables, cooked the food - except the meat, the warriors grilled that - and took care of the many children. The warriors and the boys who would become warriors worked out in the huge workout area, fought with each other, hunted for meat with their spears and ate huge meals, making their bodies grow huge and muscular. They ruled the village. The women and the slaves did all the work around the village. The warriors got big and strong, got to be awesome fighters and got to be awesome hunters.

As the slaves stood there, they saw a group of about 50 warriors, spears in hand, heading out of the village to go hunting. There were millions of animals on the plains and the warriors had perfected the way to kill several animals a day. They formed a huge circle around the grazing antelopes or buffalo and then slowly closed in. Once the antelopes or buffalo sensed they were there, it was too late. As the animals ran, the warriors threw their spears and always hit at least two or three animals. The they ran up and instantly killed the animal by spearing it several times in the chest, puncturing its heart. Then they cleaned out the animal?s guts and hauled it back to the village on their broad shoulders. More meat for their huge appetites. At each meal Kwame the chief tore away his meat first. He ate three pounds of meat at every meal and he always chose the best cuts. Next came the nobles, who tore away their huge portions, as much as they wanted. Then came all the other warriors, men and boys, who took as much as they wanted. And that was a lot. Even the boys ate a lot of meat. They worked out with the heavy logs two hours and day, they fought two hours a day and the learned to hunt two hours a day. In between, they ate huge meals to fuel their big, growing muscles. The girls and women came last, but there was always enough meat for them, although maybe not the best cuts. The slaves never got any meat. Meat was only for the Master Tribe.

Mimbu was picked to be in the cleanup and garbage removal group. The village was spotless and that was because the slaves removed all the garbage and hauled it about a half a mile away downwind to the garbage dump. There were ?chamber pots? around each house where the villagers took their pisses and their shits, shitting their feces into the pot, and because the warriors ate so much food there was a lot of feces in their chamber pots. The slaves had to carry the chamber pots, full of piss and feces, down to the dump and throw it in. Then they brought the pot back for the next day?s use. They removed all the garbage too. The village looked beautiful. They brought the corpses of their friends who had been fucked to death the day before plus the corpse of the slave who tried to escape down to the dump. And the guard made them throw the corpses in the with piss and feces and other garbage. In the next several trips, they threw piss and feces all over them. Their friends were just garbage to the warriors.

When Mimbu?s group came up from dumping another load of garbage a young warrior, a kid about 14 years old, came up to the group. He grabbed the biggest slave in the group, a man in his 20?s who was about five feet seven inches and 120 pounds. The young warrior looked at the older warrior leading the garbage group. ?Time for some entertainment,? he yelled with a smile on his face. ?The nine year old boys have just finished their fighting contest. And the winner gets the prize. He gets to kill a jackal.? The 14 year old warrior, who must have weighed 180 pounds of solid muscle, grabbed the arm of the slave and dragged him over to the workout area. The other slaves and their master followed.

There, there were lots of boys in the workout area, ranging in age from three to 12 years old. Some of them had been working out with the heavy logs. Others of them had been fighting. The nine year olds had been fighting and the winner of the fights was standing there looking at the jackal being dragged to him. He was a huge boy. He was the son of Kwame the chief and his mother was also huge, a big strong woman who was as strong as some of the men. He had the best genes of all the nine year olds and his body really showed it. He was tall, standing 5? 5? tall, only two inches shorter than the skinny slave and his body was massive. He had very wide shoulders packed with muscle, huge muscular arms, a huge chest with bulging pecs and big wide lats, a waist that already had a washboard of muscle and gigantic legs. He weighed 145 pounds and he was all muscle. ?That?s the chief?s son,? bragged the 14 year old warrior. ?He?s really strong. He can press a 200 pound log over his head. Those big legs can squat with a 300 pound log on his back. And he can curl a 150 pound log with those big arms of his. He?s gonna love killing a jackal with those huge muscles.? All the slaves were gasping. They had never seen a nine year old boy who was that big and strong. And the slave that the warrior had picked was trembling in fear.

The young warrior turned to the slave and said, ?Fight him as hard as you can. It?s more fun for the warriors when the jackals try to fight back. So fight him hard. You?re a man and he?s just a boy, so maybe you got a chance.? Then he started laughing.

He pushed the slave into the workout area where the other boys had cleared out a big fighting area. Kwame?s son glared at the jackal. His skin was still sweaty from the fights. His muscles were all pumped up and they were bulging under his thin skin. His shoulders were huge and his arms were packed with rippling muscle. He was all muscle with no fat. The Master Tribe bred bigger and stronger boys with each generation. The chief and the nobles were the main breeders because they had so many wives, and they were the biggest and strongest warriors in the tribe. The tribe had been breeding this way for many generations, so with every generation the boys got bigger and stronger and the chief?s son was the biggest and strongest of his generation. He raised his arms and flexed his biceps at the terrified jackal. The jackal trembled as he looked at all that muscle bulging in the boy?s arms.

?Fight me, jackal!? yelled the boy as he lowered his arms and stood there. His hands weren?t up. He was just standing there flexing his pecs and abs at the jackal. The jackal ran up and threw a punch at the boy?s abs. It felt like he had hit a brick wall. He pulled back his hand and held it. It hurt a lot. The boy laughed. ?You?re so fucking weak,? he said. ?I could hardly feel that. My sister is way stronger than you. Try again, jackal. Make it harder. Fight me you weak little slave!? So the 23 year old jackal started punching the boy?s body, hitting his pecs and abs with absolutely no effect. It was like he was hitting rock. The boy?s muscles were much too hard to even feel his weak little punches. Then he aimed for the boy?s face. The boy was brutally handsome, with a strong jaw, very wide cheekbones and glistening white teeth. He aimed for the jaw. He swung his arm but by the time his fist had got there, the boy had easily dodged out of the way. He was much too fast for the jackal.

The boy looked at the pathetic jackal and sneered. ?You?re so fucking weak you deserve to get smashed by my muscles. You?re just a jackal. You deserve to get killed.? Then he attacked the jackal, smashing his arms into the jackal?s body. His blows were devastating. He threw his fists into the jackal?s gut, smashing his internal organs with each blow. Then he started hitting his chest and he almost broke some ribs with just the power of his fists. In a few more years he would be easily able to break ribs with his fists. But he was only nine. He was having fun. The poor jackal couldn?t fight back. He was way too weak. So the boy was smashing him harder and harder. He loved it. He loved to see the fear in the jackal?s face. He loved to hear his cries of pain. He loved to feel the jackal?s flesh surrendering to his strong fists. He loved to see the big welts forming on the jackal?s body. He loved killing jackals.

He threw the jackal on the ground and wrapped his thick legs around the jackal?s chest. He locked his ankles and then squeezed. Those strong legs that could squat with 300 pounds started crushing the jackal?s chest. He looked at his thighs and smiled as he saw all his muscle bulging. He flexed harder and the muscle bulged bigger and bigger. Then he heard a crack. He had broken a rib. That really excited him, and spurts of adrenaline coursed through his body. That gave him even more strength and he flexed harder. The muscle really bulged. This time three more ribs cracked and broke. All the other warriors were clapping and yelling with glee as they watched their friend crush the jackal?s chest. The boy started moving his legs around as he crushed as slowly the jackal?s chest started getting smaller and smaller and more ribs were crushed. The boy loved hearing the cracking sounds. He loved to break bones. He loved watching his huge muscles break the bones of the pathetic little jackal. Finally the jackals chest was crushed into almost nothing. He could barely breathe because there were almost no lungs left. The boy released his legs and jumped on top of him and started smashing his face with his fists. The boy?s shoulders and arms bulged with muscle as he smashed his fists into the jackal?s face. Soon the face was gone. There was only a bloody pulp. The boy smiled as he looked at all the blood.

Then he raised the jackals head and put his arm around his neck. He flexed his bicep and squeezed in his arm. His bicep bulged and cut off all the blood flow to the jackal?s brain. The he took his other arm and pushed back the neck. He heard another cracking sound. He had broken the jackal?s neck bones. The jackal was dead.

He jumped up from the jackal?s body, stomped his foot on the jackal?s crushed chest and flexed his arms for all his friends to see. They were yelling and clapping their approval. Even the young boys of five and six were clapping and yelling. They had muscle and they wanted to kill. It was fun to kill a jackal. They all wished that they could have done it.

The 14 year old young warrior came up to the other slaves and said ?Throw the garbage in the dump,? as he pointed at the jackal?s dead body. Mimbu and the other slaves went up and pulled away their friend, their friend who had been brutally killed by a nine year old warrior boy. And they dumped him in the garbage dump.

A few hours later Mimbu and his group were eating their leftover vegetables and drinking some water. It was one of the few breaks they got during the day. The food tasted terrible but they filled their little stomachs with it. Then they heard loud singing sounds as the warrior hunters returned to the village. They were carrying three huge antelopes, each weighing about 1,000 pounds. It took six warriors to carry one antelope, but their huge shoulders carried the beasts with ease. They dropped the antelopes near the cooking fire and drank some water. Then they started rubbing their cocks as they looked at the little jackals. ?Time for a fuck!? one of them yelled and they all ran over and grabbed a jackal. Since Mimbu was the exclusive property of Tarok, only Tarok grabbed him. The other slaves were taken by five or six warriors. It was going to be a gang rape for them. Tarok looked down and saw the Mimbu was already hard. ?I?ve been thinking about fucking you all morning,? he said as he looked at Mimbu?s little bubble butt ass and his cute body. ?I?m gonna fuck you so hard.? His cock was rock hard and he jammed it into Mimbu?s face. He didn?t wait for any foreplay. He was horny and he fucked. He immediately started thrusting his hips as Mimbu felt his hard muscles and moaned with pleasure. He was sucking and licking furiously and Tarok was fucking furiously. He came very quickly, but that was only his first cum. He immediately got hard again and fucked Mimbu in the butt as Mimbu was moaning in pleasure and telling him what a stud he was. Tarok came three times and Mimbu came once. The fucking finally ended and the warriors went to eat their massive lunch. The gang-raped slaves were writhing on the ground in pain. Mimbu tended to them. After they recovered they went back to work in the afternoon, only to be fucked again that evening. For the slaves their lives were work and getting fucked. Until they were killed. Mimbu wondered when he would be killed.

Mimbu and Tarok had sex at least three times a day. Tarok could cum six or seven times a day and Mimbu could cum about twice.
They fucked all the time. Both of them really enjoyed the fucking and Tarok made sure that no other warrior touched Mimbu. Mimbu was his personal fuck toy. Tarok would play with Mimbu, wrestling with him and crushing him with his huge muscles, before he started fucking him. They actually liked each other. Tarok liked Mimbu?s eternal worship of him and his body and Mimbu thought Tarok was a god. They were happy lovers.

Over two months went by. More and more of Mimbu?s friends were killed, sometimes getting fucked to death in a brutal gang rape and sometimes being killed by the young warriors training in the workout pit. A prize for winning a contest - getting to kill a jackal. Sometimes a slave would be killed by one of their work masters. Maybe he broke a chamber pot, spilling piss and feces on the ground. One of the slaves did that and his work master was so furious he forced the slave to clean up the mess and then he killed him. He just grabbed his neck with his strong arm and squeezed. The other slaves had to throw their friend into the garbage dump.

A new group of slaves arrived - six more 16 year old young warriors had gone out and captured a whole village of puny little men like Mimbu. They strutted around and received their warrior necklaces. Kwame fucked their chief to death and there was another wild orgy as all the warriors fucked the new slaves. But Tarok didn?t fuck them. He fucked Mimbu.

Then one day, something terrible happened. Tarok was wrestling with Mimbu, getting ready for another great fuck. Tarok had been getting stronger. He was always the strongest 16 year old and he was now getting even stronger as he lifted the heavy logs and ate tons of meat. He now weighed 260 pounds of solid muscle. As he wrestled Mimbu, he grabbed the little slave?s arm and twisted it up his back, thinking he?d just inflict a little pain on his little fuck toy. But his arms were so strong he tore through Mimbu?s ligaments and tendons.. His huge 21 inch arm had torn Mimbu?s arm off his shoulder. It hung limply at his side. . Mimbu cried out in pain.

Tarok looked at the torn off arm and a look of panic came across his face. ?Oh no! What have I done! I tore your arm right off your body! I?ve gotten so strong. I just tore it off without even trying hard. ? Mimbu looked into Tarok?s eyes and said. ?You didn?t mean it, Tarok. You didn?t know how strong you are. Your muscles have gotten so much bigger and stronger.?

Then a tear dripped out of Tarok?s eyes and fell on Mimbu?s chest. ?You?re crippled, Mimbu. I crippled you. Kwame has ordered us to kill every jackal who is crippled. We can?t have any crippled slaves in the village. I?ve got to kill you!? More tears flowed out of his eyes. ?But I don?t want to kill you. I want to keep you alive.?

Mimbu looked into Tarok?s eyes and said. ?You are a warrior, Tarok. You must do as you are ordered. You must kill me. But first I want you to fuck me the hardest you have ever fucked me. Fuck me so hard that I cum. Then crush my neck and as the spasms of death surge through my ass you will have the best fuck you ever had. I want to give you the best fuck ever. As I am dying you will remember me with joy and erotic pleasure.? Then he raised his head and kissed Tarok on the lips. ?Fuck me. Fuck the shit out of me,? he said. He started kissing Tarok?s body, feeling those big hard muscles and telling Tarok what a stud he was, that he was the biggest, strongest teen warrior in the village and that he would be chief of all the warriors.

Tarok put his hands on Mimbu?s little body and started stroking him. His huge, callused, muscular hands of death were stroking Mimbu?s little body like he was stroking a baby. Then he jammed his rock hard cock into Mimbu?s ass and started fucking him. He fucked him very hard. Tears were running down his face as he fucked and fucked and fucked the shit out of the little slave. Then he grabbed Mimbu?s little cock with his big right hand and started rubbing it. He had never done this before. Mimbu had always rubbed his own cock. But now Tarok was holding Mimbu?s cock with his huge fingers of death. Mimbu?s eyes got bright and his cock got even harder. ?Oh god, oh god!? he yelled and he shot a huge spurt of cum all over his chest. Tarok kept rubbing his huge fingers on his cock and Mimbu shot many loads of cum. It was the best fuck he had ever had. His last fuck was his best fuck. Tarok smiled as he watched Mimbu?s joy.

Then he started plowing his own huge cock deep into Mimbu?s ass. Mimbu kept talking to Tarok and feeling his hard muscles as Tarok fucked him harder and harder. With his talk and his fingers, he brought Tarok to an absolute epitome of erotic pleasure as Tarok fucked his little ass. He realized Tarok was about to cum. He had never seen Tarok in such a fucking frenzy. ?Kill me, Tarok. Kill me and have the best fuck you even had.? Tarok got a lustful look in his eyes. His sex drive had now taken over. He wanted a great fuck! He brought up his huge hand of death and put it in front of Mimbu?s face. Mimbu?s eyes got wide as he looked at those huge, thick, muscular fingers. Even though he had just cum, his cock got hard again. Tarok wrapped his fingers around Mimbu?s neck and squeezed. The muscles of his forearm bulged with incredible power and Mimbu watched those muscles bulge as the fingers of death squeezed themselves into his neck. He came again as all the flesh on his neck was crushed away by the immense force of Tarok?s fingers. The power of Tarok?s fingers sent Mimbu?s cock into an oblivion of orgasm. Now just the bone was left on his neck. Then Tarok twisted his wrist, breaking the neckbone. Spasms of death surged through Mimbu?s body even as a few more drops of cum surged out of his cock. He was cumming and dying at the same time. The spasms of death surrounded Tarok?s cock with the most erotic, beautiful feelings he had ever felt. He immediately came as the spasms enveloped his cock and he filled Mimbu?s ass with a huge amount of cum. He spurted over and over and over again. He came for over two minutes and then fell on Mimbu?s dead body with his throbbing cock still inside. His kissed Mimbu?s warm dead lips as his sensitive rock hard cock was still being caressed by the spasms of Mimbu?s death. He laid of Mimbu?s body for ten minutes, his 260 pounds of muscle completely covering the dead little slave as tears flowed out of his eyes.

Finally he got up and hoisted Mimbu?s body onto his shoulders. He walked out of the village and dug a big grave for Mimbu. Mimbu was not garbage. Tarok dug him a real grave. Then he planted a small tree on top of the grave and walked sadly back to the village.

Thirteen years later Tarok became chief of the Master Tribe. He had 25 wives and made over 200 big strong children. He fucked five or six times a day, fucking a different wife each time. But none of those fucks was as good as the fucks he had with Mimbu. The tree growing over Mimbu?s grave was now very tall and every time Tarok went near the tree he hugged it.

THE END

[TheMM]

That was a lot shorter than I expected, but still quite good.

[Bigmusclefan]

mhh - first of all I would like to say that this story is well written and has interesting elements, but I think it raises some questions:

1. are there taboos, which shouldn't been broken?

2. who decides if a story breaks such of these taboos (if there are taboos which shouldn't been broken)?

3. who is responsible for the contents in the posts of this forum (if a story breaks such taboos)?

4. is a warning at the beginning of the post enough to avoid consequences?

I think the owner/owners of this forum should think/know the answers, since they are responsible for the forum in general!

[Adam]

Originally Posted by Bigmusclefan

mhh - first of all I would like to say that this story is well written and has interesting elements, but I think it raises some questions:

1. are there taboos, which shouldn't been broken?

2. who decides if a story breaks such of these taboos (if there are taboos which shouldn't been broken)?

3. who is responsible for the contents in the posts of this forum (if a story breaks such taboos)?

4. is a warning at the beginning of the post enough to avoid consequences?

I think the owner/owners of this forum should think/know the answers, since they are responsible for the forum in general!

I dearly hope you're kidding, but I very much doubt it. Since it is the height of absurdity to even ask the first question, I would argue that this story raises no questions whatsoever. I cannot believe that you would have the incredible gall and rudeness to post something so offensive after the abundantly clear warning given at the beginning of every chapter of this tale.

As always, an excellent effort, John. This one certainly did surprise me with its ending, as it didn't go where I expected at all. I look forward to your upcoming little brother story!

[yobdior]

Originally Posted by Bigmusclefan

mhh - first of all I would like to say that this story is well written and has interesting elements, but I think it raises some questions:

1. are there taboos, which shouldn't been broken?

2. who decides if a story breaks such of these taboos (if there are taboos which shouldn't been broken)?

3. who is responsible for the contents in the posts of this forum (if a story breaks such taboos)?

4. is a warning at the beginning of the post enough to avoid consequences?

I think the owner/owners of this forum should think/know the answers, since they are responsible for the forum in general!

Your insinuation, presumably, is that in your opinion depictions of lethal violence or brutality should not be allowed in this forum, and that the owners/moderators do not know how to do their job, or that they don't do their job properly. Why not simply state that?

To answer one of your questions: yes, I think the rather blatant and obvious warning at the beginning of the story was achingly clear. People have to be expected to take some responsibility for their own actions. If a person chooses to read this story, and finds it not to their taste, then the responsibilty rests with them for having read in spite of the warning.

For instance, I know to avoid action movies if I'm not in the mood for the excessive violence they usually portray (typically far more extreme and graphic than this story). I would imagine any other vaguely informed individual would do the same.

[Bigmusclefan]

You are right it is everybody else responsibility to read a story, but that doesn't dispose the author from his/her responsiblity for the content of his/her story.

I take the story of johnd as fantasy - I am sure that johnd and the other readers esteem it as fantasy too - but what is if somebody takes it seriously?

An author is not responsible for the actions of the readers, but I wouldn't like to be in his/her shoes either, in the case somebody abuses his/her story as blueprint...

[johnd]

I'm glad there was at least some discussion. This was a very unusual story for me and I did end it quickly as I got kind of tired of writing it. But I hope I gave everyone fair warning that it would be brutal.