Otoah was the chief of a Seminole tribe full of strong warriors. Despite being in his 40s, he still had a god-like physique. Every part of his body was bulging and ripped, including a massive cock that swung between his legs when soft and stood at full attention with pride when hard. At his normal height of 6 foot 8, his thick red shaft would be over a foot long in it’s hard state. But now, he and his band of warriors rose over the trees, and could grow even bigger depending on the need.
The dozen strong and muscular warriors gathered around their chief, dawning the feathers in their hair, on their arms and legs and sporting a loincloth, but little other clothing. Their testosterone levels were at a dizzying high, with cocks at various stages of hardness, the loincloths proving useless for those who were fully hard. They let out incoherent grunts of manly pleasure as they fondled each other’s growing cocks, breathing in the potent musk of their follow fighter and even kneeling down to get a taste of each other’s sweaty dicks. These strong and horny native men were ready to wage war against the white man, to trample them and all the toxic development under their soles and cover the remains in cum, piss, and shit.
The chief yelled out the battle cry of his tribe and then led his band of warriors to the city they would attack.
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