Man-made-god

Book Two

Tame the beast

Contents

Man-made-god.......................................................................................................1Book Two...............................................................................................................1Tame the beast......................................................................................................1

FOUR Reprisals........................................................................................3FIVE Humiliations................................................................................12SIX Breaking......................................................................................35SEVEN Grinding down the soul...............................................................48EIGHT Surrender....................................................................................71End ....................................................................................................95

FOUR ReprisalsTree-talker

The man was off his head .. out of his mind. Look, here he was .. talking to trees. Having a conversation with the forest. Tarzan was no fool .. experience told him it was dangerous to dismiss men who had lost their reason .. their behaviour unpredictable. Tarzan had come across enough madman .. he had had to learn the hard way to know. Men whose bloated sense of themselves had blown their heads. Thought they were all so mighty and important. Had the right to bend others to their will. Injure, murder to get their own way. And this fool certainly did. That was what Tarzan was dealing with. Another one, another self-deluded fool.Only difference was, this one communicated with trees.And still Tarzan had no idea why this fool had ambushed him and dragged him here.

And didn’t this place just fit the picture? Tarzan could not miss the symbolism of this whole set-up. This ancient fortress. He had been captured and brought here under force. To some impressive old citadel. The very walls spoke of something ancient and mystic. Their might conjured up myths of ancient greatness. This place conjured up images of former greatness. Legendary rulers who had ruled over mythical lands. Just the way this fool thought of himself .. this tree-talking fool .. who imagined himself something better than he actually was. Like he ruled over a mighty land.

Truth was, he was a deluded dickhead.

So deluded .. so full of himself .. he had never considered the idea that Tarzan might turn the tables on him. Tarzan could have won that fight .. he would have .. if the coward had not called on his men to beat Tarzan off. That had shocked him .. got to him .. delusions hovered about this madman like an aura. He thought he was better than Tarzan .. he would never dare attack. So much greater -- he could not be beaten in a fight.And when Tarzan had nearly managed to put him to sleep .. that had shaken him. Since then all humanity had disappeared. Tarzan had been stuck in an animal cage .. forced to lap up water like a dog. Kept bound .. humiliated .. abused. Nearly losing the fight to his prisoner .. that had got right under this deluded fool’s skin.

The fool certainly gave himself graces - like he thought he was some god or other.For all that, not to be under-estimated. An impressive-looking man. Powerfully built, muscular, tall. Daunting .. particularly when he fought dirty in a fight. But still Tarzan was in the dark about why he’d been brought here and treated like this. He tried again.

“What’s this about?”All Tarzan’s previous attempts at getting out of this maniac why he’d ambushed

Tarzan and dragged him here .. they’d come to nothing. When the fool stopped having a word with the tree-people, Tarzan gave it another try. Why had he been brought here? Treated like an animal? Tarzan found it hard to disguise his contempt for this idiot .. giving in to the temptation to bring the fool down to size. To puncture that over-inflated image of himself.“Why have you snatched me? What do you want with me?”

But Tarzan got nothing out of him. He never answered .. rambled on as if Tarzan hadn’t spoken .. hadn’t asked a question. Like he had no right to ask a question. “You can call me .. what?”Another statement that came out of the blue .. Did the idiot have a problem with his memory? Tarzan had asked his name hours before.“You should call me .. Master.”

Tarzan laughed. He scoffed at the idea.“Prick. That’s what I’ll call you,” he scowled back. “Or how about Shithead?”Tarzan no longer bothered to hide his disdain.“Seems to me .. that suits you better.”He saw the idiot smile back. Looking every bit that the fool thought he could afford to. After all ... who was the prisoner? Which one was tied up?

Out of his mind

Previously Tarzan had spent an uncomfortable night. Stuck behind rusty bars in a cage meant for wild animals. Camp lights had flickered .. illuminating the ever-present guards. Their evil clubs resting by their sides. Though how on earth Tarzan was supposed to break free. Stuck like the wild dog they treated him as .. his arms still bound behind his back. But those guards were an ever-present reminder of his capture and the impossibility of escape. He had done his best, though. Struggling with the bonds. Working away at the knots behind his back. He had finished up with raw wrists. And still stuck in a cage guarded by this bastard’s guards.

Nothing here was making sense. Still Tarzan had no idea what the man wanted of him. He behaved like he had every right to grab Tarzan, have him beaten up, stick him in a cage, throw scraps of food to him when it pleased. There’d been some name-calling .. he had done that to goad Tarzan into a fight. That had worked .. but it had landed Tarzan locked in a cage like an animal. But why he was here .. this muscle-beast’s prisoner .. treated like a dog .. still Tarzan was in the dark. Was he simply mad on the idea of taking the jungle’s fighter for freedom as his captive? Did that make him feel special about himself? Was he getting off on that power? Had Tarzan just met another power-mad prick?

It was a relief when at first light a half-a-dozen muscular guards came and jostled Tarzan out of his cage. He ached from the confinement .. bruises had stiffened after that fight .. his innards stabbed as he was shoved along. But at least he was out of that cage .. things were already looking up.This madman had equipped himself with a bunch of nasty henchmen. All were tall and strong, well-built. And they got into wielding those brutal clubs with stunning force when Tarzan gave them the excuse.

He was being taken out of the citadel. A fisted club-head jabbed him forcefully between the shoulder blades .. just for the sake of it. A reminder of the power they wielded over him. But Tarzan was not hesitating. They were taking him into the jungle. A greater chance to make a run for it .. get the hell out of here .. give himself time to gather strength .. before returning to exact an explanation .. and take revenge.

Barged and shoved out into the jungle. There to find that self-deluded bastard - there he was in a jungle clearing .. stood jabbering at the trees .. speaking in some language Tarzan did not know. But it sounded like gibberish. Stood arms raised gabbling at the trees. Powerfully muscled arms raised, muscular legs planted out firmly. A strong X of muscled male .. a manly flawlessness facing out at the forests. The idiot looked impressive .. muscular perfection - but stood there talking to the trees .. in some drivel of a language. The fool sounded like he was off his head.

His voice was raised .. talking .. like he was making a speech. But then he’d stop his gibberish .. his head cocked to one side. Like he was listening .. like someone was talking to him.Did this idiot think there were people out in the forest talking to him? Tarzan had come across others too who claimed to hear voices. Madmen hearing voices. Was this fool mad too? Tarzan wondered if the fool had been imbibing some plant. He sounded like he was hallucinating .. talking gibberish. Stood there arms powerfully raised. Addressing the forest .. listening to it talking back. Off his head .. but that didn’t mean he wasn’t dangerous. He was powerfully built. He’d surrounded himself with a bunch of thugs. And he wasn’t giving Tarzan a chance to fight back. Out of his mind. But not stupid. Dangerous. And not to be taken lightly

THEY

To be tamed

He couldn’t afford to make the mistake twice. That apeman had nearly got him. If he hadn’t called on his men .. he’d have passed out. But it had been a close-run thing. How could HE call on his men for help? He was a god? Or so they had to believe. Could a mere man defeat a god? A god raised high by the spirits.He’d sworn he had been called. They believed him. These men served him .. unquestioning because he was called by the spirits. They had faith that the spirits had raised him .. summoned him to rule. Following a divine call.

But if they got the wrong idea ..? What would they think if their god was beating stupid by this ape-brain? What if they saw through this act …? If this Tarzan inflicted damage on his reputation again ..? What would his men do then? They had to believe. He had to keep them convinced. This act of standing in communion with the spirits .. this was done to persuade his men. Posing as they arrived with the ape-man .. stood in wild dialogue with the spirits. Confirming what these men wanted to believe. That the spirits communed with him. Told him what to do .. he was servant to the spirits .. he was chosen to fulfil their wishes. To rule the forests in their name. To rule over the forest people as their god.That was what they had to believe. The spirits had communicated with him.

When the fool had stood gabbling away at the trees, Tarzan had noticed at one point how the madman had stopped. He had looked over his shoulder at Tarzan. Still bound with arms behind, his pair of eager-fisted minders gripping him by the upper arms .. not risking him launching into any attempt to fight again. Or to flee. That look that had swept over Tarzan had been one of disgust. Tarzan had felt almost a physical swish across his front. Sharp as a panther’s claws. Contempt lashed across his chest.

Then the madman had turned away. He was back to addressing the trees again. Arms raised in a dramatic pose. A pose denoting strength. A fool gabbling at the trees.He made a gesture over his shoulder .. as if he was showing that Tarzan was the subject of this supposed dialogue with the forest. But then he stopped gabbling in that strange tongue .. he was acting like he was listening .. energetic nodding of the head. Like someone was giving him orders .. telling this madman what to do.

But Tarzan saw him for what he was. This was a predator stalking .. tracking down helpless prey. No graceful panther .. stood right in front of him was a slithering snake .. a snake in the grass every-ready to pounce. And backed up with club-wielding thugs to enforce his will. Even on guard against this man’s

powers, though, Tarzan could feel the muscular presence of this man’s might. He gritted his teeth, he steeled his mind against it.

“They think so too. You are an insult …”The madman was snarling into Tarzan’s face .. all grace gone, the predator in the flesh. The guards had gripped Tarzan tight, pulling his arms behind. Not allowing Tarzan to manage any attack.“Every breath you take is an offence to them ..”Tarzan wanted to snarl back .. what was he talking about? Who the hell were these THEY?But suddenly he gasped. The muscle-beast had Tarzan squeezed by the throat. The hand seemed enormous. The crush tighter than the python’s grip. Tarzan struggled, he wriggled in the powerful grip on his arms .. he sawed his head from side-to-side. But the grip persisted.“Rightly .. I should crush the life out of a living insult.”His grip tightened. Blood pounded in Tarzan’s ear. A sense of panic could not be suppressed.“But they have commanded otherwise …”The crush on Tarzan’s windpipe was excruciating.

Then it was released. Tarzan threw himself forward. Gasping in air. Gulping for breath .. body shaking in the implacable grip of his guards.What was this maniac on about? Who were they, these THEY? Were there others in on this act .. others Tarzan had not yet met?He could feel a burning in his chest. He was gasping for air. But the bastard’s grip was back .. his giant hand was back squeezing on Tarzan’s windpipe .. strangling. What had happened to that grace? Moving like liquid fire? Tarzan was looking into the ugliness of a slavering hyena.

Tarzan fought. His arms were tight in the grip of guards. Hands tied behind his back. This muscle-brute had him by the throat. It felt like his head was bursting. He had to break free. He wriggled, he shook himself. He twisted to try and break himself free of this stranglehold.The bastard snarled into Tarzan’s face.“Squirm.”He roared.“SQUIRM!”

It felt like the chokehold tightened as he bawled.“They will see you squirm, dog.”He moved in closer. His breath hot on Tarzan’s face.“Squirm before their Chosen one.”The eyes boring into Tarzan’s choking face were ablaze with hate.“They have spoken .. It is decided. The dog will be tamed.”Afterwards Tarzan recalled those words, those same words .. They had been pronounced after the fight .. when this madman had been towering over Tarzan in his cage .. promising punishment for nearly winning.

Tarzan could feel the pounding growing in his head. He was being throttled .. had to breathe .. desperately needed to breathe. He wriggled to break free. The madman was back at this theme. Revenge .. for nearly winning that fight. It was happening .. taking revenge .. just as this monstrous muscle-head had promised Tarzan .. out for revenge. Tarzan would be punished. Like the dog he was. For biting his Master’s hand. It felt like his eyes were popping out of his head. They? Who were these “they”? The man was mad .. hearing voices.

The grip let him live. The crush on his windpipe let up. Letting Tarzan heave in huge rasping gulps of air. He threw himself forward in the guards’ grip. Sucking in air .. choking .. coughing .. tears running down his face.Suddenly a hand grabbed at his hair. His head was torn upwards. Staring into a brute’s snarl.“They have decreed it .. let you stay alive .. To see you squirm.”The grip shook Tarzan madly by the head. Like a wild cat shaking prey in its jaws. Shaking it to death.“To be punished. Stay alive.”The snarl broke into a roar.“TO BE TAMED.”

FIVE HumiliationsSlug

“Shave him.”The madman had done with haranguing the forests. He had turned his attention to Tarzan.“This slave is no man .. no human .. Rid this thing of any such claim.”

The maniac’s gang of club-wielding thugs had jostled Tarzan back into the citadel. Now he was on his back in some old fallen-down courtyard. They had him stretched out between a frame of wooden poles. Expecting he was due for some kind of beating, Tarzan had put up a fight. He had resisted. He had shoved and pushed. His fists had lashed out. Men were punched, beaten to the dirt.But he was one, there must have been a dozen of them. And their clubs hit hard. Their kicks upended him, Tarzan was broken to the ground. Hands grabbed at his arms. A kick got him in the side. A warrior landed with all his weight on Tarzan’s chest .. his elbow followed through .. Tarzan’s guts took the blow.

On his back, he struggled to stop them from tying his wrists and ankles with cord to poles. The poles securing his limbs had been fastened to side poles .. making a rectangle around his struggling body. Fastened so that his body was at full-stretch. The job done .. the beatings over .. the warriors peeled off him. Leaving Tarzan stretched out on his back on the earth. The man had sweated it out against Tarzan’s efforts .. but they were confident to get to their feet leaving him to struggle .. trying to fight himself free. Break these bonds that kept him down in the dirt on his back. The stretch so tight his belly was being pulled up into his chest. The stretch highlighting the muscle etched there. But caught between these poles .. no getting away .. from whatever punishment that vengeful bastard planned to take.

Suddenly the glare of the sun overhead lessened, Tarzan’s head was thrown into shade,. Above him loomed the muscled fool. Stood above Tarzan’s head. Tarzan looked up. Up over massively muscled legs. At an etched belly that looked carved out of solid rock. From this angle this madman looked enormous .. not human. A monstrous statue carved out of black stone.

He glowered down at Tarzan from his great height. Tarzan had tested his bonds, he knew he was capable of no defence. And this monster looming over him .. his face looked like he was capable of anything.“Dared lay your hand on the Chosen one .. on their appointed servant.”Tarzan knew he’d pay for fighting back .. this prick had lost face. But who the hell were these “they”?“One insult on top of another ..”Tarzan saw that monstrous mountain above him tense. Out of the corner of his

eye, he saw a fist clench above him. He prepared himself for attack.“Enough that some ape-brain claims the right. Lord of the jungle .. an ape!”

His lip curled .. pure disdain.“A slug. That is all you are ... “The deep voice of this giant towering over Tarzan pronounced his fall from grace.

“An aberration .. a throw-back .. the lowest creation of nature.”The face glared contempt down into Tarzan’s face. “A stinking loathsome slug.”He loomed grotesquely above Tarzan .. towering over him .. stretched out, defenceless .. without a hope of defending himself against the colossal might dominating over him.

More senseless name-calling .. Tarzan shrugged to himself. First slave .. then dog .. now Tarzan had become a slug .. How much further did he have to go?“A slug. No man. No slave. Nature’s lowest .. most hated of creatures.”Without taking his eyes off Tarzan’s hated body, he issued his order. Snapping out at his men.“Shave him. This slug. Shave him of manly hair. Let them see him. This slug.”

Shaving

They were not too careful .. unconcerned with Tarzan’s comfort. Hands tugged away at his loincloth. It came free with a pull .. thrown aside .. discarded. Sharp blades were out .. turned on his naked groin. Men crowded over Tarzan as crudely a hunting knife scraped away his adult hair.

Tensing he winced at a tug on his crutch. Looking down over his defenceless body, he saw a warrior with a sharp knife. Indifferent his hand had yanked up the hairs on Tarzan’s crutch. Crudely he started hacking it hair away. The grip tugged up the hair, the coldness of the blade sawed against his skin. Tarzan watched tense .. the razor-sharp blade hacking away dangerously close. He had to trust this madman was not allowing his men to go too far. But the presence of a sharp knife perilously close to his manhood bade Tarzan lay still. Not provoking any mad move .. not goading them into any stupid reaction. Wincing as the hair was tugged .. the skin pulled up. Feeling his manly hair being scraped away .. tearing at the skin .. the crude hacking stinging.

A grip pulled Tarzan on his ballsack. They were going to rob him of all of his manly hair. Everything in his body screamed out, NO. Tarzan could never have conceived of himself sinking so low. Such a perverse idea. Instincts struggled back. He wriggled, he squirmed .. instincts wanted free of that tugging at his manliness. And the thought of that blade hacking away at him there.“The spirits have no desire to see this slug cut off ..”The muscle-beast pretended to be talking to his man with the blade. But the words were meant for Tarzan.“But if he insists on not remaining intact …”Tarzan threw him a furious glance. He got back a slight lightening of the brute’s eyes .. a look of triumph.

Wisdom bade Tarzan to hold himself still. But he seethed. One glance up at his captor, seeing him smirking at the sight of Tarzan’s manliness being shaved of hair - a flush at this arrogance rushed to Tarzan’s head. He could feel the hair being pulled .. stretching the skin around his balls .. felt the blade slicing it off from his skin. Tarzan raged .. inside. But instincts held his body still.

Tarzan kept a sneer of defiance on his face. But still .. this act of shaming .. shorn of what made him a man .. that name-calling .. called a SLUG .. made to look as hairless as a slug .. having this insane idiot ordering Tarzan shaved like this - that brought a rush of anger to his guts. Anger at his helplessness .. unable to strike back.

He’d stood to one side while the shaming was done.; Now he loomed over his victim .. eyes swarmed over the crude shaving job .. the cuts to the skin .. the baby-coloured flesh hacked free. Down on his knees, his hands mauled at the badly cut hair .. played in the stinging skin.

Eagerly the brute’s groping hand reached lower. Tarzan felt naked .. hairless .. unmanned. Fighting to keep down his anger. Battling with his helpless rage .. not prepared to show himself shamed. The beast’s mauler grabbed Tarzan by the balls. Gave a quick squeeze. Tarzan managed not to react. The squeeze strengthened. Harder, tighter. Till a wince flashed across Tarzan’s face. Tarzan saw the lightening on the muscle-head’s lips .. satisfaction at forcing that grimace out of him. Out of his balls. The brute squeezing on Tarzan’s unmanned balls.

“Here. You’ve forgotten there?Tarzan glowered. The maniac still had him grabbed by hairless balls. But the muscle-beast’s look centred on Tarzan’s shoulders. His hand stretched .. a finger dug deep into Tarzan’s armpits. Luxuriant still in their manly hair.“Finish him off .. the slug …”

Shaming

Broiling hot

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It was hot between these citadel walls .. the earth under his back baked hard. The surrounding walls unwilling to surrender their heat to the cloudless sky above. They kept it to themselves .. shared it only with the muscle-beast’s prisoner. Tarzan baked .. pinned out on his frame .. abandoned by his tormentors. Abandoned to bake in this clay oven.

Tarzan had long since stopped sweating. He feared that his strength had been draining from him with his sweat. Salts had caked on his skin .. as if mocking him .. warning that when he would need his strength most, it would be dust on his skin.

Tarzan had been left out like this .. alone, free of his watchful guards .. resting out of the sun. Out-stretched to this wooden frame .. under the pitiless sun .. drained by merciless heat.

Abandoned to nurture his shame. Shorn. Shaved of what made him a man. It had been hard to come to terms with .. hard not to get angry .. at being shorn of what made Tarzan a man.

Pinned out he had not been able to see what they had done to him down below. But he had only to look to the side and seen the devastation to his arms. Pink skin like a baby’s backside .. in cruel contrast to the deeply tanned skin around.

If someone saw his arms raised .. questions would have to be asked. Not a hair in sight .. just pink skin and flesh scraped raw. Angry cuts on its surface. It took nothing for his mind’s eye to see the desolation below. Tarzan had been un-manned.

Long hours he had looked at the act of abuse in his armpits .. using that sight to come to terms with the attack on his manly crutch. There was no shame .. no, he had decided. Where was the shame? Not if he did not allow it .. not unless he let this name-calling get to him. No shame. Hair grew back.

And when it came to fighting back .. when he got himself free of his bonds .. he suspected they’d have robbed him of strength. That head-on assault .. when he’d nearly choked the muscle-brute .. Tarzan doubted he would let Tarzan try that on again. He’d have to come up with some other way .. he’d have to find some smarter way to hit back.

Shorn

Grinning the brute enjoyed explaining why he had left Tarzan the hair on his head. “For later ..,” he had smirked .. his huge muscled bulk asserting his dominance over Tarzan pinned out in the dirt. “For when you have seen the error of your disgusting ways .. slug.”Tarzan’s eyes slitted in anger. He knew he shouldn’t let it get to him. This was the muscle-beast’s way of declaring he could do anything .. anytime .. if he felt like it .. And he would .. but he held the power to choose the time. Just part of the brute’s power-play. But sometimes it did get under Tarzan’s skin …

“When you have eaten shit .. SLUG .. that will be your sign .. proof of your remorse .. for existing ..,”He stood next to Tarzan, strung-out on his back .. a massive mountain of muscled arrogance looming overhead.“ .. for stealing that title for your own .. jungle-lord ..,”His scoff sounded more like spitting the words out.

Tarzan glowered up angrily. Knowing what this brute was trying on. Humiliation .. Tarzan’s shaming .. dominating him .. all this act saying Tarzan’s life was his to command. Anytime .. anywhere .. anyhow.“Then .. slug .. you will crawl .. on hands and knees .. on your belly like a disgusting slug. Crawl to me .. crawl and beg. Beg for all human hair to be shaved off.”He snorted down. At the prisoner .. pinned-down .. stretched out. “Beg to look like a slug.”Glowering back up at him .. but futile .. helpless.

The madman probably wanted him to protest, Tarzan thought .. to struggle, to answer back and curse against this shaming. But by the time the muscle-beast had returned, Tarzan had started to work things out. After Tarzan had been pinned out .. to sweat it out .. the preening muscle-beast had come back to gloat over his naked prisoner .. to lord it over the rival he had shamed. By then Tarzan had made himself see things in a different light. Defiant he fixed his rival with a rebellious stare, glaring up at him. He could not afford to indulge this madman in his stupidity. He was determined not to give this fool any satisfaction. Not one muscle of him would show any shame.

The brute had returned. The arrogant bastard was staring down at Tarzan from his great height. Making Tarzan squint into the cloudless sky above. With a burst of satisfaction, Tarzan sensed the brute’s disappointment .. that Tarzan had not been drained of his resistance .. that the brute still failed to get Tarzan riled. Tarzan could feel the frustration burning off his skin. The beast must have thought this would be easier. But he had not dealt with a Tarzan before.

“Be glad, slug ..”The muscle-head stood above Tarzan’s head. Glowering down this annoyance in the dirt.“Glad I don’t crush you under my heel .. that’s what you do with a slug.”Framed against the glare of the sky Tarzan was having to squint up at him. The heat from above seem to shimmer in outline around his muscled form. He looked huge, he looked dangerous. Tarzan knew how vulnerable he was. Stretched out like this .. naked on his back. All it would take .. for this enormous brute to bring his foot crashing down on his head. Collapse his skull in. Like crushing a slug under his foot. Or set his henchmen on him. Giving them free rein .. with their feet .. kicking him to death. With those hefty clubs they were so free with .. breaking bones .. smashing up his ribs .. pulverising his innards.

Vulnerable .. but successful. With a leap of satisfaction Tarzan saw the muscle-beast betray his annoyance. Like some petulant girl, this rhino bulk let show his frustration, he twisted away and deserted him .. failing to see Tarzan broken .. after all he had done to him. Unable to stop a grin Tarzan watched that over-muscled brute hobble off .. sullen .. without a word.. his frustrations chilling his loins .. returning to his rooms in this ruin. To brood .. probably to think up some more deadly way to break Tarzan down.The guards too .. checking that their prisoner still had not wormed himself some means to break himself free .. they too had withdrawn from the glaring sun. They had taken themselves off to somewhere cool.

He could have done it .. ordered Tarzan killed. Have every living breath beaten out of him. But he’d left him .. kept him vulnerable .. captive and stretched out .. He didn’t want Tarzan dead. “They” had other purposes in mind.Leaving Tarzan .. naked .. shaved and humiliated .. unmanned .. pinned out on the earth. Abandoned .. exposed to the vicious heat of the mid-day sun.But as long as there was breath in his body .. there’d still be hope.

Watered

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“They spit on you, slug. Your existence is an offence ..”Tarzan had come around .. water dripping onto his face. Desperate .. craving liquid .. the animal instinct in his body hauled him out of the agonised weakness into which he had slumped. For hours under a cruel sun .. parched. His mouth was writhing .. searching .. like a gaping fish out of water .. gasping for drink.

“Left to me .. ,” the muscle-head was growling above Tarzan’s head. Still pinned on the earth, Tarzan was glaring up into the sun. he couldn’t see his tormentor .. but the booming deep presence of the brute seemed to hover over him and suck the air out of his lungs.“ .. I would have rid the earth of this insult .. had you crushed .. annihilate the affront that your existence represents …”

Tarzan coughed it back up. Piss. The brute was hovering over Tarzan and pissing in his face.“Take it .. or leave it. It is all a slug will get. Living off nature’s waste …”

“Damn you,” Tarzan bawled back in anger. But the anger was strong .. his bawl a croaking weakness.“What is it you want?”He squinted his eyes together. His senses followed the booming sounds of the brute above him. Eyes running as he tried to focus. The bulk coming into shape .. high above him .. to the side of his head. From this angle .. massive .. a forbidding force made out of muscle and brute strength. He had pushed down his covering .. in his hand he held his cock. He had stopped spraying when Tarzan had refused to take on water.

Tarzan knew it was the angle. He was looking up from the earth .. his tormentor was tall, a bulky physique of gargantuan proportions loomed over him. But that seemed like the biggest cock on a man Tarzan had ever seen. Fit for a horse .. big for a zebra. It had to be the angle .. looking up .. or his weakness .. hallucinating .. nothing to eat, little to drink. For a moment he looked supernatural, this posturing brute .. gigantic .. something not of this earth. But then the reality kicked in with Tarzan .. the man was built like he was .. a freak.

“For my part .. a slug can starve to death. You choose to die of thirst .. be my guest.”Tarzan’s instincts knew he had to keep up his strength. Otherwise, this madman had won. To have any chance of making good an escape, he had to eat and drink.“But they have ordained another purpose. You have a part to play in their greater plan .. even a disgusting slug like you.”He took hold of himself. His waters again began to flow. Onto Tarzan’s face.“Drink .. or be forced,” the presence boomed above Tarzan’s head.Tarzan chose to do the sensible thing.

Mad for drink

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Endlessly burning up under a pitiless sun. The sky was cloudless .. the heat relentless. The torture mindless .. Tarzan’s situation hopeless. He was strung-out to burn up under a cruel sun. Burning through deep burnished flesh .. strength draining out of him .. mercilessly fried by punishing heat.

No escape .. pinned out by this frame .. earlier sweat had gathered on his chest .. trickling off his neck. His flesh scorched .. charred.Now dried to a crust .. patches of salt clung to his skin. Stinging at fresh-scraped nicks .. eating into wounds where he’d been roughly shaved.

He’d drifted out of consciousness .. the might of the powerful sun burning into his mind .. hallucinating .. his vision in a swirl. But Tarzan had been aroused out of that sanctuary of oblivion. A heady stream of liquid on his face .. another henchman had needed a piss. All had been ordered to piss over him. This slug .. writhing in piss.

The agonised animal in Tarzan craved to survive. Wrenched back to agonising consciousness .. dying of thirst. His mouth gaped wide open .. crazily seeking out liquid .. liquid gold to a parched man.

The warrior toyed with him .. directing his stream this way, moving it that. Torturing the slug on its back .. mad for drink .. desperate to drink another man’s piss. Laughing at the slug’s heart rate racing as it fought in its delirium to take on water .. This jungle-lord who craved to slurp down human piss.

Stripped of his name

Again Tarzan had been watered. Several warriors had stood over him and offered Tarzan drink. As a semblance of consciousness started seeping back into his weakened body, Tarzan was aware of movement .. he was being lifted. Warriors had lifted the frame upright .. standing him on his own two feet .. legs still spread-out .. still attached to the torture frame. But he was upright .. But being upright only made him realise how weakened he felt .. he head was swimming .. he’d not eaten all day .. and got only short sprays of piss for liquid .. now brought round by streams of their mockery sprayed over him. But .. weak, hungry, thirsty .. still stood on his own two feet he felt more a man again. And his anger re-surged.

Tarzan first sensed more than saw the brute stood in front. His head was drooped like a mighty boulder on his neck. It was a struggle to lift it .. to face that muscle-beast .. find the strength to glare into his face. But anger powered him .. knowing he could not afford to show weakness. Against a weight of a shaming weakness Tarzan found the strength to glower.“What you up to?”Angered, his voice sounded more like a croak. Tarzan tried to swallow on a throat that felt like dried-out leather.“What’s this about?”

But the muscled bulk didn’t seem to hear.“It is decided …”The muscle-brute had Tarzan by the jawline .. forcing him to look direct into his face. Tarzan’s eyes slitted back in hatred.“Your fate has been pronounced …”Tarzan tried to scoff. He would have wanted to answer back in defiance. But he knew .. every cell in his body had been dried out .. any more sounds he made would only mock his plight. Instead he kept his silence. The hatred in his eyes did the job.

“You will worship me.”The thought made Tarzan jump. Just the idea of paying an ounce of respect to this over-muscled conceited fool was too much. But worship him? Tarzan tried to scoff.The prick paid his rasping croak no attention.“Worship me as a god.”He WAS out of his mind. He HAD been chewing berries .. magic mushrooms .. hallucinogenic drugs. What was this idiot on? Tarzan worship him? Go down on his knees and pray to him like a god?

“They have chosen me .. their champion. Not some moronic beast .. an ape-brain.”The grip on Tarzan’s jawline increased. In his hunger-induced weakness Tarzan could not fight off the wince of pain as the pressure dug into his jaw.

“The old insult of a lord of the jungle is finished. It should never have been .. their jungle ruled by some ape-brain.”

Tarzan’s foggy brain struggled to make sense of what he was hearing. What had he been inhaling, this fool? And who was behind him? These THEY?“From now .. all the jungle will worship their Chosen one. The peoples of the jungle will bend the knee to their god.”

Tarzan wasn’t going mad, he was hearing right. Amazed he shook the fogginess from his head.“By what right?” he croaked back. Regretting in an instant the sounds of a tortured soul that broke from his throat. But there was no other way.“The spirits.”The fool announced their sacred name. Like it was obvious. Clear as the smirk on his face who had been communicating with him.“They have spoken .. the spirits,” the muscle-beast drew himself up high. “They have condemned this ape.”The brute squeezed tighter on Tarzan’s jaw.“Chosen me.”Squeeze.“Their champion. They have honoured me. Called me to be a god.”Now it was him that scoffed. And crushed Tarzan’s bone in a giant hand.“Angered at the presumption of some ape.”

Tarzan had suspected this prick was off his head. Now he knew it. He WAS hearing voices. He HAD been communicating with the trees .. hearing back his own delusions. This over-muscled moron was talking to himself.“It had been decided .. SLUG.”The hate-filled name burst like a vein in Tarzan’s blood. This name-calling .. these insults .. But just as fast he calmed himself .. using the pain in his jawline for fuel. Any outburst of temper .. it could only add to the weakness that was being forced on him. Losing his head .. that was not the way to win. THINK.. THINK, he commanded his tortured body. Weakened by hours under a pitiless sun. THINK!

Offer

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The self-deluded moron had been prattling on .. expounding his cretinous creed about ruling over Tarzan .. his mad delusions about dominating the jungle .. In his weakened state Tarzan had let himself get diverted. His dried-out brain drifted off .. watching this madman’s thugs.

Some had struggled into the courtyard carrying great boulders. Two to each rock. Laying them out to form a rectangle. A shame the size of a man. The size of Tarzan stretched-out in his frame.

His weakened mind was fighting to stay with this fool’s delusions of grandeur .. but his guts were reacting to the thug’s activity. Steeling himself .. seeing his ordeals were not over. They had planted those rocks .. as if at the corners of his frame .. Tarzan’s suffering was not at an end.

“You will worship me. You will crawl to me .. subject yourself to the spirits’ Chosen one.”Tarzan got his head together. He laughed back.“Think again, madman. Not going to happen.”

Was it because he felt so weak? What was that feeling? Like a wave of power that wafted over him. A heat-wave that robbed him of air. A combination of human self-confidence merged with nature’s powers .. a force that wrapped itself threatening around him . a blanket of power that squeezed at his pinned-out body. Tarzan felt it crushing at him .. coming from this madman who thought himself a god.

The madman puffed up his chest. He gave out a snort.“You WILL .. slug. But no .. you will not crawl to me. You will slither .. you will slide to me on your belly. A slug .. a maggot.”Tarzan was shaking his head .. denying the possibility. But he could not fail to feel the power of self-delusion that clashed with his defiance. His weakened state felt brushed aside by this volcano of self-assurance .. a evil-minded certainty that this muscle-beast would do everything to make that happen ..

He’d weaken Tarzan .. he’d crush him .. he’d do whatever it cost .. however long it took. To make Tarzan slither on his belly in abject submission.“The jungle will acknowledge the will of the spirits. Its peoples will worship their god .. subject themselves to my rule.”Tarzan knew that would never happen .. could not .. he could not let it happen ..

“But .. FIRST ..,” the muscle-beast’s gaze was powerfully centred on Tarzan trapped in his frame. That hypnotic surge .. a power that seemed to suck the air out of Tarzan’s lungs.“First .. the crime will be atone. The deformity that called itself Lord of the jungle .. this insult against the beauty of the spirits’ glorious sanctuary .. this ape .. that slave .. the dog .. THIS slug .. it will go down on its knees. It will sink to the

earth. It will slither like the most disgusting sight to mankind. Slither to a god. In abject subjugation .. Thanking with all the powers in its despicable body .. grateful for the mighty honour .. that it has not been crushed under the heel of a god.”

The brute was glowering.“You will worship your god. Show your abject lack of worth.”His eyes burned with fire. The fire of a god.“You .. slave .. dog .. slug .. You will beg to suck my cock.”

Ultimatum

Tarzan’s scoffing had quickly been met by a vicious response.“You .. you .. you’re mad,” Tarzan had called back. Ignoring the croaking sounds of his voice. For a moment the crippling weakness of hunger and torture put aside. He stank of other men’s piss, they had pissed on him like he was some piece of dirt. Trying to shame him into losing self-respect. But that preposterous idea ..Tarzan was not a man for words. He was a warrior .. his instincts were to act. But since his capture he’d barely been given that chance. He was left with words. And no words were strong enough to show his reaction. He jeered back.“Completely out of your mind …”

As if in response to his sneering, uninstructed warriors strode to over to him bound to the frame. It was picked up and suddenly Tarzan was dropped forward on to his front. In an instant .. suddenly .. no chance to prepare his mind. The fall of his muscled torso jerked onto his arms, pinned by the wrists back to the crossbar of the frame. Impossible not to grunt out loud. Unconcerned by the sudden stabbing of Tarzan’s pains, they carried him forward. Positioning each corner of his frame on one of the boulders they had placed. Positioned him stretched out .. face down .. each corner of his frame on a boulder .. leaving Tarzan staring down at the dirt beneath. And already he could feel the pull of nature against his joints.

Tarzan tensed .. he’d felt a hand reach between his legs. Some thug fumbling at the tops to his thighs. He tried to wriggle himself away. He tried to peer down his front .. but pull on his belly downwards hid their trickery from sight.

“Today the spirits’ sister lent her strength. From high in the skies .. the might of the sun. Burning away at your stubborn soul .. weakening this muscular body .. draining you of resistance .. sapping away your strength ..”Tarzan was only half listening. Getting a picture of what was happening down below. Cord tugged tight around his ballsack. Looped around and round pressing down his balls. Pulled lip-bitingly tight, tied. And then feeling more loops yanked tight around his sack .. squeezing them tight into the restricted space.

“By night their brother will come visiting. The spirit of the moon. Attending your suffering with his horrors of the night. The savage of night-time’s beasts prowling.. menacing your stubbornness .. his ferociousness clawing at your strength. Instructing the monsters of the darkness to torment .. come plague the despicable spirit of a slug.”The binding had stopped. Tarzan knew his manhood was already beginning to show a surge of nervousness at this treatment.

“We are one .. the spirits and I. United in a mission .. to bring the ape wrong-doer to justice. To exact from him remorse.”

Tarzan was managing to contain the moans that crunched up the nerves in his joints. He was just hanging on not to showing signs of the strains being pulled through his muscle.“You’re mad. Deluding yourself,” he yelled. “No god .. you are no god.”

As if to reward him for his outburst, Tarzan felt the hand around his crutch back again, more fumbling and manhandling he could do nothing about.Suddenly his body gave a surge of pain. A long sustained moan seeped out of his manhood. Something had been tied to the cord around his ballsack. Something heavy. Dragging down .. pulled down by the earth .. dragging a painful strain out of his manhood ..

By now Tarzan had convinced himself this fool was off his head. And a fraud. All this posturing .. talking to the trees .. the spirits commanding this fool to rule over the jungle peoples .. like a god .. They didn’t behave like that. He was out of his mind.But dangerous. He had the controlling hand here. And it had just added to Tarzan’s suffering. Something heavy dragging on his ballsack.

“The terrors of the darkness .. slug .. They will visit you with visions of your conceit. An ape-brain that presumed to rule.”Tarzan was gritting his teeth .. tension had now flooded his body .. stretched out .. face-down. Nature pulling at his strength. Strain pulled out of every joint. Something weighty pulling down on his balls.“Their horrors of the night will teach the slug remorse …”

Horrors of the night

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“They despise you, slug.”The brute was stood near Tarzan’s head, he could see the enormous feet under his face.“A slimy slug that has offended against the wonder of their jungle. Presuming to rule .. in their name .. the jungle ruled by an ape.”Tarzan could feel the burning setting into his thighs. Slung beneath this frame .. the forces of nature claimed his weight. But he was still bound at wrists and ankles. There was no give. Only strain. Pulling against nature .. thigh muscles stretching .. a burning in his upper arms .. a tortured pull in his upper chest.

“An APE. Putting himself up as their champion. Not taking it anymore.”Tarzan shivered with foreboding. The strains in muscles and joints .. if that went on …… This was body-crippling .. already .. in time, shattering .. If this saw no relief .. left hung like this .. this would be mind-weakening. “My task .. their desire .. one and the same. To seek retribution. To eradicate the offence.”He growled above Tarzan’s head.“Bring them remorse.”

Tarzan was gritting his teeth. As much in awareness of the predicament as the pain. But this was going to get far worse if he was left like this.“You will submit .. SLUG. That is their will.”Tarzan had other things to contend with than this madman hissing hate above his head.“All they will accept .. Remorse.”Tarzan could hear the power of self-delusion growing above his head. As if this battle for Tarzan’s will was already won.“And a show .. of abject penitence .. total obedience.”

He was so predictable.“Suck cock. Show remorse. By sucking on the cock of a god.”Tarzan was shaking his head .. gritting together his teeth, hands clenched at the grinding strain tearing through his stretched armpits.

But the fool must have misunderstood the shaking of his head.“You WILL .. slug. You WILL … Come slithering like the foul creature you are.”He’d thought the head-shaking was denial. But it had been Tarzan denying the power of the pains growing in his body. “Come .. slithering on your belly. And you will beg me .. beg me to allow you that degradation.”

The pressure in his Tarzan’s lower back was growing .. pulled down by the muscular weight of his torso .. Signs of the agony to come .. His belly was reaching for the comfort of the earth’s touch. But he’d be denied that relief.

“Shake your head .. slug. Deny a god. Refuse the spirits their desires .. “Tarzan heard a snarl.“And you’ll know undying regret.”

SIX BreakingVisited

Visited by the horrors of the night. Those words said nothing. Nothing compared to the agonies that were squeezed out of every bit of all his body. All night .. every waking moment .. every single everlasting screeching second of the dark.The strains had set in before light had died. The lip-biting pains that clenched talons into his armpits .. dragged claws of tortured agonies through his flesh .. straining through burning muscle. Abandoned to his suffering .. no guards standing around to jeer .. no mocking muscle-beast coming back to laugh .. nothing to divert Tarzan from his anguish. Abandoned to suffer .. left to break .. be broken by agonising suffering.

The longest darkness known to man .. every moment dragged out into tormented eternity. Pain seeped into every tiny bit of his body. He shook with agonising strains. But the day would not come. His strength drained out of Tarzan .. dripping out of every cell .. oozing out soundless and sightless .. leaking strength .. his muscled might fleeing this tortured body. The muscular pride of his strength did not want to reside in this feebleness.And still the light would not come. Still there was no end.

He craved the light .. Tarzan was going mad for sight of the first rays of the sun. As if that would bring this misery to an end. He was going mad.. insane .. he knew it .. he could fear pain taking over his mind. He feared it .. going out of his mind with these never-ending sufferings. Feared that this madman could do anything with him if Tarzan let himself go that way. Every muscle screamed .. every straining sinew in his powerful frame shrieked for this to end. His body moaned agonising out of every pore. Breathing was anguish .. his heart pumping in agony .. loud ringing in his ears as the sane world fled him and abandoned a tortured Tarzan to his fate.

Painfully slowly the first glimmer of light cast a finger over the sky. Tarzan’s tortured soul gave a leap. This could end .. this agony could be lifted from him. He could survive. He trembled .. every anguished cell in his body shook. Uncontrollably. Insane images flooded his mind. Yearning .. every distressed muscle begging for the light to end this suffering.But with the light .. no one came.

Abandoned to go mad. Left to never-ending suffering. Seeing no end to these agonies. His soul sank. His hopes lay crippled .. broken on jagged rocks of despair. No end .. no end to his suffering in sight. Not till that madman deigned to re-appear. Tarzan was being broken. By exhaustion. Breaking agonisingly slowly .. every cell in his body craving for this misery to end.When the madman stooped to commune with his slug .. when Tarzan’s tormentor lowered himself to make that offer again .. if he lowered his loincloth and invited Tarzan to think again ..

Show his remorse. Or return Or be lowered back onto these boulders .. stretched out on this agony frame .. the heat of a cruel sun squeezing every ounce of defiance out of Tarzan.If he made that offer .. what would Tarzan do?

They did come for him. Eventually he did sent his thugs to release Tarzan from that frame. Tarzan was totally shattered .. He could not move .. they cut away the frame and Tarzan slumped to the dirt. Lying .. moaning in the dirt .. pain again re-visiting every muscle in his body .. as if mocking him .. taunting that there were still agonies to be crushed out of his weakened body. Muscled but weakened. Strong and powerful .. but feeble.

Tarzan had not slept a single moment under the torture of that frame. An endless night of severest agony. They kicked at him to move. They jeered at him to try and get to his feet. Laughing they stood around his moaning body and taunted the jungle lord to move .. get up.A hand grabbed at his hair .. trying to lift him by his scalp. Feebly Tarzan’s hand went to stop it .. escape the pain. But the gesture was weak. He couldn’t .. nothing left to fight back with.

Impatient hands grabbed at his arms. Pulled him up. His body cried out .. every agonised muscle that moved shouted out. His arms were slung around the broad shoulders of a pair of henchmen. They dragged him. Shamefully Tarzan was hauled out of the citadel, feet dragging useless in the dirt. Taking Tarzan back .. dragging him feeble and unresisting to his beloved jungle .. where once he had thought he might find the chance to make a run for it. When once .. an eternity ago .. he might have had that strength.

Once the men got Tarzan out of the buildings, they saw their leader stood waiting. Arms crossed over his muscled chest .. scowling .. angry that they had taken pity on their prisoner .. making it easy for him. Cowed by his hostile muscled presence, they made Tarzan walk. Walk on his own two feet. Barely able to put one foot in front of the other. Stumbling .. like a man drunk .. struggling to move.

Impatient someone shoved him. Tarzan fell .. his leg collapsed. They dragged him up, pulled him to his feet. Made him walk again. There was no resisting .. there was no making a run for it .. not a thought of grabbing the chance to escape from this torture. There couldn’t be .. Tarzan’s body was in total collapse. He walked, he was pushed .. he fell .. jeered and mocked until he struggled to his feet. Only to collapse several times again before they got him to his tormentor. Glaring at him .. but his heart lifted by the sight of this slug of his unable even to walk.

He watched as effortlessly his prisoner’s wrists were bound together with cord. The slug was collapsed to his knees, under a tree, the rope on his hands

stretched up to a branch. This Tarzan hung .. held upright only by the rope .. pulling on his wrists, keeping the one-time jungle-lord upright on his knees. And there he knelt, there his crippled body hung slumped. On his knees before his tormentor .. the man who meant to break him. Called to take Tarzan’s title. Called to rule in the forests .. to rule the jungle peoples as their god.This slug .. this one obstacle in the way of his ambitions .. on his knees .. bound wrists above his head, body collapsed, head slumped in tortured exhaustion to his chest.

Tarzan felt his presence. Stood in front. The madman who had tortured him into total exhaustion. Tarzan was made to kneel in submission before this madman. Who had made him an offer. Who awaited that sign of Tarzan’s remorse.

Spark

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It was that sense of a great foreboding looming over him that kindled the spark. It was that feeling of a monster’s triumphant presence that fanned a flame. Tarzan could barely suck in air .. his body had felt it was closing down on him .. his head down ,, the dirt beneath his face swayed in and out of vision.

But that monster stood there .. triumphalist .. glorying in his victory. Probably hard already in his loincloth with the power he now wielded over Tarzan. Broken by exhaustion. Not an ounce of strength left in him. Broken in body, crippled in mind. Every bit of resistance crushed.

“You plan on explaining yourself?”It had been hard to get the words out. He was parched, his tongue swollen and feeling like leather. Tarzan could not raise his head. But in his head he sounded defiant.“Tell this jungle lord ..”Tarzan paused. To get his breath. But suddenly aware of where he had stopped. Asserting himself against this sadistic madman. Telling him he was not giving anything up.“ .. say what you want.”

It had felt like the biggest speech Tarzan had spoken. It had taken incredible effort. His spirit shook at the cost of that self-control. But he had done it. And the die was cast. There’d be no looking back.

There was a long pause. Tarzan wished he had the strength to raise his face and sneer into the surprise on the monster’s face.Eventually he replied.“Enough has been explained,” the brute boomed. Looming over Tarzan, on his knees..“The spirits have suffered long enough with the offence .. an ape-brain presuming to rule over their domain. They have elected their own .. worthy .. raised him to be a god .. to rule …”

Blah, blah, blah. The fool was repeating himself. Did he have nothing new to say?Suddenly Tarzan was aware .. his spirit was mocking. His soul was laughing back. That was not the mark of a man broken. That was not the sign of a willpower forcibly bent to another’s will. His spirits lifted. A light flickered to life in his soul. He was answering back.

Shock

He paused. Deeply shocked .. he’d not thought the slug had it in him still .. To have the strength .. to find the words .. to answer back. The brute glared down at his captive .. visibly weak from lack of food .. for all appearances looking like that night of torture had broken the back of him. Head slumped .. on his knees before him .. barely able to draw breath.He looked afresh at this Tarzan .. shoulders peaked into powerful globes .. but having to clutch on to the rope for support. His eyes scoured the muscled back .. bent before him .. like in supplication .. like this was supposed to be. Wondering where they came from .. these last vestiges of strength .. pockets of pig-headed defiance. He’d not expected that.

No, not broken .. not yet. Somehow the dog had found a spark .. a spark of defiance to answer back. Weak on its knees before him, though. Breaking if not broken. Surely? After a night of pitiless torture. Look at him .. on his knees .. dangling slumped off the rope .. struggling to keep himself upright. Breaking if not broken .. surely?

A flash of anger tore across his face .. not angry with this stubborn dog. Annoyed at himself. For being so dumb as to think this would be that easy. Stupidly he had tricked himself. He had slipped up. This Tarzan was an obstinate pig. And tough as hell.Getting himself together, he stepped forwards and loomed his vast bulk over his collapsed prisoner. Puffing up his chest .. smiling to himself as his men cowed before the strength of his stare .. frozen with the look of an angry god. And drawing strength from the way the dog below him had looked. Struggling to breathe .. hunched at his feet.“A god has no need to explain himself,” he hissed. Haughty. “Not to some slug.”

He looked down. To see that Tarzan sneering contempt up at him. Anger gave a twist in his gut. Besides himself, his leg lunged forward. He dug his foot into Tarzan’s vulnerable gut. A kick slammed into that belly .. with force that bent the captive up double. Smacked a foot hard into his belly. The whole body collapsed .. kept only up by the rope on his wrists.

Tarzan had cried out. His body twisted off the overhead rope. A loud pained grunt as his shattered torso was wrenched around. Nearly lifted up off his knees by the force. Spun around .. pivoting off the overhead rope. Tarzan finished up looking up at the sky .. his raised arms above his head. In pain .. hurting .. he was panting. Heaving in breath.Over his head loomed a vision of anger. Raging fury snarling down into his face.“A god does not explain,” he heard thundering above his swimming head.

Tarzan had risen above the name-calling. Slave .. dog.. slug. His rapid descent from lord of the jungle to slave, quickly followed by being caged and fed like a

dog. Now he was a disgusting slug. This madman was a joke. Despite the feebleness that threatened to crush his spirit, there was a desperation in that look glowering down, Tarzan felt himself superior .. better than this prick. Beaten and battered .. abused .. yet still refusing to give in. Not even rising to the jibes. His own self-worth could not be got at by these repeated taunts. In the jungle Tarzan was revered .. loved .. respected. He knew that, everyone knew that. Who had ever heard of this preening madman? Tarzan was treasured. Not because of that title others had given him .. for the good he had done .. for the wrongs he had put right. For defending the people of the jungle when madmen like this one got things into their head. Tarzan was no god .. not worshipped. But he was loved .. for his efforts. For the help he gave .. the sacrifices made.This madman was trying to run him down .. with insults .. with brutality .. by having his manliness shaved .. kept naked. Comparing Tarzan to the image of some slug. But this madman could insult him as often as he liked. He’d not get to Tarzan like that.

“No need to explain ..”The muscle-beast suddenly grabbed Tarzan by the hair and angrily yanked him up by the scalp. Tarzan had been weakened .. a day .. a night .. another day. His legs could barely take his weight. Pain was dragged out of his scalp as he sagged.The punch to his belly blasted all strength away. Tarzan fell. Again collapsing back to his knees. Crying out .. coughing wildly .. his exhausted body robbed off his formidable strength.“No need at all … Slug.”

Torment

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One thing Tarzan feared .. feared like he’d feared little in life. Bravely he’d take on the most daunting challenges .. fight a lion armed with only a knife .. he’d not thought twice about taking on this muscle-beast .. leaping at him, not daunted by the monster’s bulk. And Tarzan would have beaten him too .. should have .. broken his neck.

BUT .. Another night on that torture frame? Face down .. the angle dragging agony out of every joint .. clawing mind-blowing torture through his muscles. THAT he feared. The worst horror he could remember. left him physically shattered .. mentally jittery too .. his nerves were a mess .. fearing it would happen again. That time had left Tarzan with one enduring legacy .. an absolute horror of another night like that.

He feared he might break .. no matter how much he steeled himself. Deep in his heart .. he feared the truth. Do anything to avoid that .. Tarzan would do anything to escape another night .. put up with anything. Feared he could not afford another night like that .. have nothing to fight back with .. if he managed to survive at all .. if it did not snap the back of his will.

That one time he had managed it. Beaten the agonies .. won against the unthinkable strains in his joints. Now by some miracle he was finding the strength to jeer back. But that strength was powered by his nerves .. it frightened him .. the thought of another time .. this time breaking perhaps? A night of soul-destroying weakening ..

He’d been stuck out here all day .. brain fired out by the heat .. tortured on his knees .. weakened by a cruel sun. And then .. if he was taken .. fastened to the frame .. made to face another night … It was unimaginable. Frightening. His nerves on edge at the thought. Anything. ANYTHING. He’d rather have anything else.

Destiny denied

Still caught in a stand-off, still glaring at each other, Tarzan on his knees. The muscle-beast come to gloat. See for himself what the power of the sun had done to Tarzan. Following that soul-destroying night of weakening on the frame. And annoyed that Tarzan could find the strength to stand up to him.

He seemed to loom even larger after that attack on Tarzan .. beating him and dragging his back to his knees. Puffed up with his self-importance. That massive bulk looming over his prisoner.“It seems, slug, you are as stupid as you behave ….”Tarzan fought to keep up this show of defiance. All day he had been out under the sun .. on his knees .. as if in supplication to the spirits. Barely been fed in two days .. but the muscle-beast’s men had kept him watered. All day he’d been their toilet. Shame, stench and degradation. On top of being worn down by the heat.On his knees all day .. invited to drink their piss when they sprayed it on his face .. laughing they had hosed down his body. The only food to have passed his lips .. early in that morning .. after they had bound him here for relentless weakening .. guards had placed a bowl of thick gruel to his lips and invited him to slurp it up. It tasted rancid .. it too smelled of man’s piss .. but Tarzan had needed to keep up his strength. “Unable, it seems, to grasp my destiny …”The beast dared stand only a pace or so away .. as if he knew Tarzan would not have the speed to surprise him. His face again wore that self-assurance, that arrogance that Tarzan was going to break.

The day was again drawing to a close. All day that niggling fear at the pit of Tarzan’s stomach warned him of this peril .. fearing that when the monster returned the previous night’s horrors would be visited on him again. And here he was .. confident in his mastery over his rival. Now because Tarzan had answered him back, the brute was angry, furious, this sadist was frustrated. He was deluded, talked to himself and had made himself a god. And he was not going to be frustrated in his plans.

Tarzan’s guts chilled. Back again, the gloating monster. And Tarzan knew he could not afford to be dragged back into the citadel .. to have his spirit crushed within that frame. He felt the monster’s arrogance look him over.. Tarzan still on his knees .. hands binding him to the branch above .. his head .. head in a whirl .. nerves churning. Tiredness .. lack of food .. parched. This deluded fool-made-god had come to gloat over Tarzan’s fears, he sensed. Come to see the terrors written on his prisoner’s face as Tarzan was again stretched out over those boulders.

But anger won over fears.“Destiny?” Tarzan snorted back .. it was hard to make sounds but he was determined to put anger into his voice.

“No destiny here …”But Tarzan could hear himself the frailty in his defiance. The muscle-beast drew himself up to his full height at being challenged. That riled Tarzan again.“Only a madman,” Tarzan tried at a laugh, “That’s all I see.”But even to him his voice sounded stupid“Who hears voices .. talks to himself.”He croaked out his scorn.

The power of that broad chest looming over Tarzan looked like it would defy all insolence. Looking up Tarzan saw a muscled overhang bearing down on him .. nipples sharp and aroused with anger at some pig-headed rival he had cowering on his knees. Tarzan felt almost overwhelmed by the enormity of power in that chest .. looking up at a torso that looked like it could crush the life out of anything pressed to its front. And he was acutely aware of that menacing presence growling at him from under that skimpy loincloth. Demanding Tarzan’s remorse.

“The spirits HAVE spoken. I have INDEED heard their voices.” The muscle-beast boomed back. Tarzan was surprised that his talking-back had not unleashed another furious attack. A sign that this muscle-beast thought he was winning? Did the brute think Tarzan’s answering back was not worth his anger? That worried him .. that he looked like he was on his last legs. Was the muscle-beast convinced Tarzan was done-for? Only a short matter of time. Was the monster convincing himself that Tarzan answering back was some last prattlings from a beaten rival? A fool’s last frantic hopes .. but a tortured rival who really knew he could not possibly win. Seeing Tarzan weakened and struggling like this .. did he think these mouthings off were some last final effort for Tarzan to save face? Did he think he already had Tarzan beaten?

The thought spiked anger into his ape-man’s guts. That idea that this appearance feebleness was giving off the idea that he was done-for .. He couldn’t allow that. This was a battle for minds as much as breaking his body. Tarzan felt a surge of anger .. at himself .. for giving into this punishment .. giving the madman the idea that victory was in sight.

“You hear what you want to hear ..” Tarzan tried to snarl back. “No spirits here,” he fumbled back. “Trick of your own imagination.”He was gulping .. forcing himself to find the strength to answer back.“Warped mind,” he taunted. “Talking to yourself,” he scorned.Tarzan managed a croaking laugh.“Like all madmen.”

Rejection

He’d expected a savage response. An order for his thugs to beat Tarzan into silence .. smash his insolence into the dirt. When it didn’t come, he was encouraged .. found the strength again. Tarzan forced himself to sneer. He scraped out a scoff.“Voices. Only voices .. inside your head. Hearing what you want to hear.”Tarzan was keeping it short, didn’t want to sound weak. He shook his head.“A fool .. talking to himself.” Tarzan’s lip curled in disgust .. sneered in the madman’s face.

Instead of a slap for insolence, a smirk illuminated the madman’s face. As if he’d expected that answer. As if Tarzan had blindly walked into a trap. Fear of that frame cast a cold shiver down Tarzan’s back.But the die was cast.

Unfazed Tarzan snarled back at his foe.“Me? Worship you. A god?”Tarzan managed a cracked laugh.“Kiss your feet .. suck that dick?”His whole body shook. With exhaustion. But he made the shiver look like derision. His body was exhausted .. starved of nourishment .. tortured over days. He still had his contempt to confront this madman.“A madman .. jungle-lord?”Tarzan scoffed.“Forget it.”

Suddenly Tarzan hauled himself to his feet. Pulling on the rope. He astonished himself. He astonished everyone. The brusque movements surprised his guards into immobility. Frozen by this display of manly strength. Strength of will.

Suddenly Tarzan was standing .. looking defiant. Standing on his own two feet .. looking his rival straight in the eyes. He forced himself not to sway .. muscles tensing to hold himself steady on the rope. Daring to glower into the eyes of a fool who believed himself a god. Who had thought him done-for.

He saw the brute give a flash of surprise .. that Tarzan had found the strength. He’d almost stepped back .. fearing an attack. Then he caught a glare of anger at Tarzan’s show of strength. Tarzan was waiting for the attack. But relieved he saw this madman raise a hand. Bade Tarzan’s guards to leave him be. HE would settle this.“Beat me,” Tarzan invited him. “Set those animals on me. Others have tried before.”He was scoffing.“Tried to bend Tarzan to their will .. ” Tarzan jeered.“ALL have failed.”

Tarzan saw his madman smirk. A prickle of nerves jarred in his guts .. the threat of that torture frame loomed. The muscle-beast had his chest puffed up. His belly sucked in. Like a male cock posturing to mate with a hen. Then his head rocked from side-to-say jauntily, taunting. As if answering back. Telling Tarzan … Others have tried .. but they were not ME.

“Torture me …,” Tarzan goaded. “Starve me, weaken me ..”Tarzan too brought himself up to his full height. Strong legs planted on the earth. “Understand this .. fool ..” Muscled belly sucked in. Tarzan’s striated shoulders were squared for a fight.“THAT .. sucking your cock .. ” Tarzan sneered. “… NEVER.”

The madman stared back. As if taking in Tarzan’s words. Then his eyebrows raised. In a question. You think so? Slug?

SEVEN Grinding down the soulImpatience

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He chided himself .. for this desperation. Thoughts racing as this slug still stood up to him. Physically exhausted .. a night on the frame .. a day under the sun. But still it stood there answering back. Anger had raged in his blood as this offence.

But then .. as he listened taken aback .. hearing those words come out cracked but still defiant .. he stilled himself. Where did it come from this anger? From inside himself. Anger born of frustration. Frustration with its roots in his impatience.

He looked into his own soul. He saw his heart like his own image reflected in a mountain pool. Seeing his mistake reflected back at him. Marred by his impatience. An impatience that risked spoiling his ambition .. greedy to do things too fast.

He smiled to himself. Too fast .. he had time. And impatient he was not going deep enough. Deep into the heart of this ape-man’s soul. Whoever said this ape-brain was going to give up that easily? His sense of himself? Jungle-lord? Abandon himself? Betray the man he was?

He was proud. He was tough, this ape-man. A toughness needed to settle his rule .. taking on all odds .. battling against enemies .. This life had ground him into a fine fighting machine. With the fighting muscle to match. And at the heart of him .. a lifetime of battling against the odds had carved into him that toughness. And not a toughness that was all muscle.

Looking into his own spirit .. seeing his own mistake reflected back .. he knew what he had to do. Take his time .. time to grind the ape-man down. Grind out his soul. Grind down that toughness .. that spirit that thought itself untouchable .. invincible. Mill it down into powder. Grind him down .. not just exhaust him physically. Exhausting him into submission could not be enough.

Get to the heart of him. Go for that toughness of spirit. Grind it into dust. Grab hold of his sense of manliness and crush it into nothing. Body and spirit. Muscle and mind. Go for the whole man. Grind that spirit into the dust.

The namingHis men silenced the apeman’s croaking .. on orders they tugged him up into the air. He ordered them to mock his defiance .. for daring to talk back to a god like that .. for thinking himself worthy of insolently standing up to a god .. stood rebellious on his own two feet. He had them silence him with a shock move .. they jerked him up .. pulling on his wrists’ rope .. quickly had his impudence dangling naked in the air. On a snapped order a pair had rushed forward, each grabbed an ankle and had his legs spread.

Contented he watch the ape-brain get a line on their tricks .. a warrior approached with cord and started binding it around the root of his cock. Feebly he struggled, futilely he writhed .. squirming on the overhead rope. Legs uselessly tried to kick out .. his hips jerked. But this hold over him would be too strong. The cord was tugged tight, bitingly tight. He returned the ape-brain’s angry glare. Watching, his eyes centred on that body part over which the slug now had no power. In no time the mighty jungle lord had been made hard, shamefully hard. Made hard on the order of a god.

Still he sought to draw down deep and find some last vestiges of insolence. The exhaustion looked like it was gone for now. This sudden attack had seemingly brought some of the fighter back into his blood. This attack had found some strength, his face full of fury. But for all his curses, for all those curses and warnings he could not deny what his rival had done to him. It was there for all to see. He had only to look down at himself .. to see his futility. His sense of worth, the man within this ape, captured in biting tight cord. He hung in the air .. helpless, vulnerable, shamed. Was that a flicker of doubt that he saw? The ape-brain wondering what a god wanted with him? Fully aroused like this.

His eyes blazed .. anger flushed more blood to his arousal .. when his master ordered a man to work up his cock. Getting oiled by swiping his fingers into the ape-man’s shaved armpits. Using the slug’s own sweat and grease, the warrior’s hand set about man-handling him .. rubbing shame over the solid cockhead. Handled by a man. His seething glares ignored .. his helplessness only seemed to increase with every snarl. Needing more grease, the warrior reached behind and lathering up his fingers in the ape-man’s sweaty crack, the hand coaxed full arousal out of the seething shaft. Fingers charmed more raging futility out of this shame.

The apeman still struggled. He writhed, he squirmed in the holds on his legs. He snarled curses at the warrior working him up. His eyes stabbed at a god with looks that wanted to kill. And it was all for nothing. Nothing he could do. Except show himself helpless. In quick time his nerves and anger betrayed him. The first pearl of his seed appeared. A few more strokes and a string of his core was dripping off him.

“I’ll get you for this.”The apeman’s snarling eyes promised he would. Or he’d try .. wanting with everything in his powers to get back at this tormentor. Or so he thought.

Snapping like a wild dog, fangs snarling. But how? Battle against a god? Who was destined to rule in the jungle? Rule in this ape-brain’s place? How was a slug planning to hit back?

“I name you Slug.”A Man-made-god swiped his thumb across the apeman’s closed eyelid. Anointing him with his own slug-seed. He charged his finger tips again at the drooling source. Collecting another string of cum off the raging cock.“I anoint you to serve me.”The fingers stroked down the ape-brain’s cheeks. Liberally coating his face with his own seed.

“You’ll regret this.”He took heart from the bitterness he heard in this threat. He heard the strength of purpose behind the warning. And he saw the shameful futility. What was this slug going to do? His spirits lifted at the violence of the reactions aroused .. sensing that this abuse .. named by being anointed with his own cum .. this was stirring strong emotions .. powerful yet frustrated .. and frustrated just as weakening as exhausting the slug under the sun.

Fingers fulsomely re-charged, his god-like fingers wiped slug-seed over this defiant face .. stroking the cheeks .. he placed a streak of cum under his nose. Pointlessly the apeman swished his face around .. trying to avoid the hand. Aroused to anger by this act .. filled with shame at this abuse .. dishonoured that he had to submit to this, no choice. This ritual naming .. this degrading ceremony .. using the very core of the man himself to strike at the heart of him. Such futility .. such hurt .. cutting away at his soul .. slicing wafer-thin slivers away from the core of him .. flake by wafer-thin flake .. shaving away the manliness at the heart of this man. His own seed turned against him .. a shaming weapon.

Arousing .. the ceremony was filling out his god-like loins .. a ritual that was swelling them with triumphant satisfaction. This WAS getting to the ape-brain fool.“Serve me .. as my pet.”He loaded another hand with the man’s own cum. With the mightiness of a god he deigned to make long slow strokes with cum-sticky fingers around his jaw. In the name of the spirits reverently he anointed the ape-brain’s chin with his own wasted seed.“I name you.”A finger coated his cracked lips.“My pet .. my Slug.”

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Two men had scampered on ahead. To make ready the preparations. The others jostled him back into the citadel. Still that raging manhood drooled. Lurching and swinging as the apeman struggled. Impossibly trapped .. ludicrously wobbling as he struggled to break free. A cord of slug-seed whipped useless through the air.

The boulder was ready for him. Three restraining stakes already hammered in firm. Roughly his men slung him down face first. Immediately a couple leapt on his back .. keeping him pinned down. Hands fastened his bound wrists to the stake on the other side of the boulder. Draping him over the rock.

He humped, he lurched.. Tried to shove warriors off his back. He cried out in anger, he shoved, he fought. But there were too many of him. After that night on the frame Tarzan was not the man he had been.

His tone changed .. hands grabbed his knees .. pulled them out sideways. More anger broke out .. rope was around each knee .. splaying his thighs out. Fastened down on the rock, his knees pulled out sideways.

No time was lost letting him know. Man-made-god strode forward from behind. His men surrounding the apeman. Hands bound to a stake on one side, knees splayed out and staked out.Man-made-god poked a finger hard at the apeman’s arsehole.

“Don’t you fucking dare!”The croak resonated with anger. The head lifted up and tried to twist back.Man-made-god felt his spirit soar. The apeman knew exactly what he had in mind. And the thought had gone straight to the soul of him. Hours of living on his nerves .. pain dragged out of every pore of his skin. Yet at the thought .. a man invading his arse .. that had put fire in his belly. His soul was under fire. His very being abused.

A god would not lower himself. He was back at his victim’s head. He grabbed his apeman by the hair. Dragging his head up. Pulling up the head impossibly high .. until this Tarzan could see his face. And grimaces of pain cut into his face. Face unnaturally twisted by the strain on his neck.

Man-made-god made one statement.“Get fucked.”He let go the head. It crashed down between the slug’s arms. And the apeman let go a howl. A thick stick invaded his ape arse.

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If the spirits had entered Tarzan’s mind .. the real spirits of the forest, not those false voices this madman pretended to hear .. if the spirits had been reading Tarzan’s thoughts .. they must be laughing at his expense. They’d granted his wishes. Ironically this was what he had wished on himself.

ANYTHING, he had told himself .. he could bear anything .. just not another night .. tortured on that frame. Fearing he’d break .. Tarzan had doubted he could have lasted out .. it would have broken him. Maybe forced to beg, do anything, even give that foul deed this monster demanded.

Anything .. just not another night belly-down on the frame. The spirits had heard his cry. Granted him that reprieve. The man in Tarzan could see the irony. He’d been saved a night on the torture frame .. a night that he feared would have broken him. The man in Tarzan saw he’d been saved from what he feared the most.

Instead he’d been raped. For that the ape in Tarzan knew he would kill. He’d exact revenge. He was owed that .. for the most appalling abuse .. for the worst violence taken against a man.

Face-down over that boulder .. all night .. that stick left jammed up his insides. In time it had seemed to swell .. like it was inflating inside him .. Swelling inside with the brute’s arrogance .. filling his guts with this monster’s abuse. Bloated self-importance billowing inside him .. Mania of a madman swollen with inhuman ruthlessness. No choice .. the ape in Tarzan would have to kill.

Under him .. his own manhood swollen .. still caught in those tight cords. A lasting memory .. taunting Tarzan with his helplessness. Thrown onto the boulder .. the bound manhood awkwardly trapped .. jammed against his leg .. burning, aching, burning. Stuck against him as a reminder of how powerless he had been .. for days .. not a chance, not since that fight .. not once a moment when he could strike out .. give vent to his anger.

Rest had come intermittent .. long night-hours of wakefulness .. incensed by his helplessness .. frustrated by his strength kept useless like this.But he fought against a sense of hopelessness. He would not allow that feeling. That way was a downward slide to giving in. He fought back against feeling a sense of shame. A stick forcibly jammed up him inside. No cause for shame there .. anger, fury, hatred – they were the right response. The cry to strike back. The call to kill.

Words

When the henchmen had come for him with the dawning of light .. there had been another struggle. Tarzan’s temper was at breaking point. Brought on by nervousness .. fearing a growing weakness that was coming over him. Brought on by anger .. at the indignity of that attack on his backside. And the night’s worrying recognition that this madman was slowly wearing him out .. exhausting him .. In the night Tarzan had been plagued by the realisation that the madman had time on his side. All he had to do .. keep grinding away.

Hard to come to terms with .. stuck with that thing up inside him .. all night worrying .. plagued by the ferocity of this attack on his dignity. He’d not worried about the cum sticky on his face. But the game behind that move .. making him leak .. then smearing his face with his seed .. THAT had irritated him, that had got to him. In the long restless night the sheer cheek of it had come to him .. forming an irritation that felt like a rash burning on his face.Men had tried rape against him before .. all had regretted it. And this was no different. It was anger not shame that racked his insides. It was the frustration that this coward dared not risk him getting his hands free .. not for one moment since he’d nearly succumb in the fight. That frustration ate away at Tarzan. Knowing that given a chance .. just one slim fighting chance .. he’d have this monster. One slip-up .. all it would take.

Yet still Tarzan had not come up with a workable trick. A way to get out of this. He was stuck with this .. constantly tied up, constantly guarded, constantly being exhausted by pain and torture .. stuck until he could break himself free of these men, their clubs and their ropes. He was a man of action .. a warrior .. Tarzan had never been one for words. And it irked that that was all he was left with. Not been one opportunity for his fists to lash out .. not since that fight. And with every move against him .. especially that rape .. Tarzan had shaken like mad to let go his fury. To murder, to kill. Murdering this madman would be a gift to the world. Free the jungle of such a monster. Every muscle in his body .. every bit of his manly pride .. it needed to kill.

But not a chance. This damned muscle-beast was too afraid of him for that. He would not dare take on Tarzan .. scared since that fight. Maddening, Tarzan was being denied the chance to settle things in his usual way .. Tarzan was bursting with the frustration. Almost splitting his skin with impatience to settle things as he usually would. Bad enough already .. but these attacks on his dignity .. they just twisted his anger into rage. But there was no outlet, no way of settling with this monster.

All he had .. all that was left to him .. words .. and Tarzan was not that good with words.“You think you can rule? Rule in the jungle? What sort of world will that be?”The madman again seemed surprised that Tarzan still could find the strength to

stand up to him. But smirking he had an answer for this ape-brain.“Better than a jungle where a slug rules .. sitting on top of its own shit-pile.”Tarzan shook his head, he smirked back.“Tarzan is respected. People come to Tarzan for help.”

He stank. Again he’d been pissed on. Down his front, into his face. Releasing him from that boulder and the damned stick, they’d stood laughing as they shot their stream into his gaping mouth. Mocking his eagerness to gulp down their waste. But Tarzan had drawn strength from that, his throat was dry, his tongue leathery but their piss had given him the strength to answer back.

He was standing, on his own two feet. Now his spirits lifted .. miraculously his wrists were being untied. As always a pair of guards had him by the arm. And there was no shortage of club-wielding warriors close-by. But .. was this going to be his chance? What he had been itching for?

“Help?”The muscle-brute scoffed.“A god is not given to help. A god is to be worshipped. Adored. Revered.”The madman cast his mocking eye over Tarzan. What he saw was a rival who was visibly weak .. the muscular strength that was carved into his strong body belied the overpowering weakness .. starved .. little to drink .. weakened by the torture of the sun. His front was crusted with dried on sweat .. streaked where his guards had pissed on him. A sorry sight. And that attack on is manliness .. that must have worn him down .. convincing him of his helplessness .. faced with the grinding relentless knowledge that he was powerless. A man like this .. grasping that his situation was helpless .. it had to get to him .. gradually grind away at his manly strength of will. Seeing that nothing he had tried was breaking him free. An anxiety must have crept into his soul through the long shaming night .. helpless to defend himself against that worst violence against his being .. powerless to do anything about it. And seeing that he never would. Not till this ape-brain crawled, not till he begged.Near-broken, surely? What he saw was a man who could last out much longer. On the edge of being broken.

“A god is feared,” he added mocking. “A god inspires dread. People do not come scuttling to a god expecting help.”Tarzan was shaking his head. But his attention was also on the thugs untying his hands. They were struggling with the tightness of the knot .. pulled taut by Tarzan’s long-night of struggling. Once he was free, would he get his chance?He kept the muscle-beast engaged .. shaking his head arrogantly .. to keep him diverted .. fearing this madman might see the error in releasing Tarzan’s hands

“You’re mad.”, Tarzan jeered. Denying the power of the madman’s words. But before he could carry on, the brute retorted.“Feared .. as you too will fear me .. slug. Adored .. as you too will worship me .. Slug.”

Tarzan started laughing at his stupid arrogance. His sudden movement made the guards grip even tighter on his upper arms. He may have been tortured into weakness .. but still there was plenty of fear of him around, he noticed.“Adore me.”The self-important muscle-head stood gloating at the thought.“You will, slug. Worship me .. with your mouth. Adore me with your tongue ..”The grip on Tarzan’s arms tightened .. as if they feared he’d make a lunge forward in his impetuousness. But Tarzan calmed himself .. alert for the right moment. His hands were free! Instead he just laughed out loud.“Never, fool. You’re off your head. Completely mad.”Trying to taunt him .. and overlook the slip-up. Tarzan’s hands were free!

A smile came over the muscle-brute’s face. The smile of a self-satisfied man. Whose plans had just come together. Why did Tarzan get the feeling he was walking into a trap?

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A noose around his neck. Slipped around a dog gone mad. A rope noose on a long pole .. the rope pulled tight, digging the pole into the wild animal’s throat .. A hefty instrument to keep a snarling mad animal at bay.

“Turn around, slug. See what the spirits have commanded .. for showing no remorse.”Tarzan refused. They’d had a hard job of getting the noose on him. But too many of them to win. Telling himself, a time would come … they’d make a slip. Then Tarzan would lash back. Hit them back a hundred-fold.

But his frustration had just hit bursting point. They’d got his hands trapped again. He’d panicked when his arms were being grabbed .. being pulled behind. Fearing his chance slipping away. The bastards were tying them again .. behind his back. So much for thinking his chance had come.

He’d fought back, he’d resisted. A guard had yanked on the noose. Throttling Tarzan .. strangling him while he’d struggled against his wrists getting tied. In vain. His hands were tied behind his back. “Turn and see, slug.”Tarzan ignored the invitation. Locked in this stand-off. Refusing to show himself daunted. Damn the brute’s gloating arrogance. The coward. Used a dozen thugs against one man.Hands tied. And a dog’s noose around Tarzan’s neck. Vulnerable to this next stupidity they wanted to try on. But Tarzan had to show himself unafraid.

“That your design, eh? A god that is feared. Not respected .. not loved. Is that your plan for the jungle?” Tarzan taunted him. “Well, first there has to be something to fear. And Tarzan has no fear of a man that has lost his mind …”

The beast didn’t bother. “Turn. Witness the spirits’ plan for you. Slug.”Tarzan ignored him, he had expected anger at his impudence. There was none. Just a glowering. A stand-off. “Pity,” Tarzan added. “ I could feel pity. Pity for you. The pity that lets you kill a beast gone mad.”Behind him Tarzan was aware of movement. But the real battle was here in front. With a madman.

“Behind you, slug. Look around.”A prickle of nervous expectation tickled in Tarzan’s gut, this constant repetition. But he refused to turn. This fool had to learn, he could not command Tarzan to obey.The madman shrugged, walked past – judiciously giving Tarzan a wide berth. Forcing Tarzan’s eyes to follow him. To set his eyes on his punishment. More grinding down.

“You have brought this on yourself. Pig-headed. Insult against the spirits. No remorse.”The madman’s head gestured behind.“What happens next? SLUG.” He smirked. “Is this ..”His face gloried in the expectation of Tarzan’s shock. Annoyed when he saw none. But then he remembered. His weakness - impatience. His tactic - relentlessly grinding him down.“The path of pain.”

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“Remorse .. it will be beaten out of you …”They barged Tarzan along. Walking between the two lines of men .. hostility lit up the air. Tarzan’s hands were tied behind his back. He was helpless, unable to defend himself. As he was made to walk between the two lines of bristling warriors, his mind formed the horror of the ordeal to come.

They stood there .. muscled men on either side of Tarzan, in ragged aggressive lines. Armed .. with their clubs, some had chosen knotted rope. Their faces snarled as Tarzan passed. The air bristled in the anticipation. Bursting to beat the hell out of him.

The steely resolve he’d have to come up with .. to run these lines of thudding aggression .. make it to the end .. mind-blowing. To reach the end with some semblance of strength intact .. incredible. Just what the monster’s brutes had every intention of denying him.

But still Tarzan’s focus was on the madman. Now he was stood at the head of these two lines of hostile warriors. Dominating the proceedings .. ordering Tarzan walked down this tunnel of torture. Letting Tarzan see the risks he would run. Letting his men get worked up .. predator getting a whiff of the prey .. a helpless prey.

Parading this apeman before his men .. egging them on .. dangling the carrot under their noses .. so near yet untouchable. Winding them up .. getting them worked up .. the object of their hate only inches away. But untouchable until they were told.

The pole on the noose around Tarzan’s neck jostled him uncomfortably along towards the madman. On both sides hemmed in by the bristling hostility of the fool’s henchmen. Inescapably trapped between walls of snarling aggression .. just so that Tarzan could see what was lined up either side of him.

Jostled and yanked by the noose between two lines of aggressive warriors. Each armed. Some had their clubs, others had equipped themselves with ropes tied into thick knots. There must have been fifteen of them, on either side, as Tarzan was walked between.

And as he passed he felt their hostility clawed out at him. He sensed the violence rising off them .. the male desire to dominate .. to crush and to break. Their eagerness to get at him like clawed talons. He seemed as if the lines narrowed behind as he passed. Closing off any retreat.The madman was going to force Tarzan to run between these lines. And have the strength beaten out of him. The will of a god.

Ordeal

“So a slug that knows no remorse? So it knows no fear?”The madman stood at the head of these two lines of hostile warriors. Arms crossed at rest across his chest. “Will not worship and adore?”Powerfully knotted arms, peaked to muscular perfection by the bend. Resting over a bulging chest packed hard with muscle. Tarzan could not miss the display of animal strength exposed in the belly.“So this aberration .. this insult against nature .. an abomination in the sight of the blessed spirits .. this slug will not bend to their will?”

Tarzan snorted back. Spirits? A madman who talked to himself. But Tarzan was not going to waste another word on this insanity. “A slug .. lowest form of life .. yet it will not revere the one chosen by the spirits? To do their will …?”Tarzan gave his reply. He glowered .. he squared his shoulders .. thrust out the power of his chest .. arrogantly displayed the fortitude carved into the muscles of his belly.

This tunnel of torture behind .. two lines of armed warriors itching to do their god’s will. It was going to be hell .. getting to the end of the line. But this madman would not read that on his face. Tarzan set his jaw .. steeling his spirit. To out-face this madman. To take whatever was thrown at him. He would not submit. And suck a madman’s cock? That would never come into it.

“Then he will be forced …”Not another word was spoken. As if every move was already pre-planned. The closest of the warriors grabbed Tarzan by the scalp. Twisted him down. And thudded a knee kick into Tarzan’s gut. Hard. The unexpected force and speed nearly lifted Tarzan off his feet. The grunt of shock could not be stopped.Suddenly Tarzan was yanked around, twisted back in the other direction. Gasping for air. Facing down the two hostile lines of bristling warriors. Armed, ready. Waiting for him. Waiting to enforce their god’s will.

Tarzan, still surprised by the attack, still getting his breath back, - he took a blow across his back. A thump with a thick knot .. hammered across his shoulders. The force jolted him forward. But the pole-bearer was in front .. controlling Tarzan’s movements. Taking it slowly .. giving time for each warrior’s vicious blow. Tarzan had stumbled forward under the force of the blow. But the force of the noose jarred him back. He’d move at the pace dictated.

Shoved on by a club bursting off his backbone .. pushed forward down the line. Jammed backwards by the pole. A whirr came at him from overhead. Over his shoulder a rope smacked a thick knotted end into a shoulder blade. Moved forward at snail’s pace forward. Pain reverberating through flesh. Blows

smacking hard into muscled back .. one ferocious thwack after another. Clubs thudding down .. catching his arms .. a breath-taking blow broke across his shoulders. Down a tunnel of agony. Pain beaten out of his back. Mind-blowing bursts of sadistic energy smacking at defenceless muscle. Slowly progressing .. down a madman’s path of pain. At the pace dictated .. The pole on the noose stuck into his windpipe .. choking as a storm of pain rained down on his exposed back. No escape, no running the line. Moving down at slug’s pace between the vindictive warriors. At a speed dictated by the pole jammed into his throat.

A voice rang out from behind. Tarzan barely heard anything but the din of pain in his ears.“The slug will not yield. The slug has no fears?”From the far end of the lines the spirits-appointed one was running a feverish commentary. Yelling out at another heavy knot catching his prisoner on the backbone. Feeling a rush to his manliness at the ape-man giving a stumble. A cry shot out as pain crackled like lightning down his stubborn spine.“You WILL, slug.”He promised the spirits.“He WILL.”

Tarzan’s eyes watered .. his head in a dizzying whirl .. giddy from the torrent of pain hammering down on his back. Not knowing he was nearly at the end of these lines. Seemingly the rainstorm of agony had only got. The muscle-beast’s henchmen beating every last ounce of remorse out of his frame. “You WILL, slug. You will be FORCED.” The cry of the madman’s agitation pursued Tarzan’s pain down the lines of hostility. Down their path of pain.

Invitation

“This what you’ve wanted, slug?”The madman stood with arms wide open. Facing Tarzan. Just the two of them.

It had seemed to go on for an eternity-and-a-day .. that ordeal between the lines. Reality had evaporated .. Tarzan had lost all sense .. not aware of what was happening around him. Only beaten and blasted by the worst firestorm imaginable .. pain alive in every cell of his body .. every fibre in his muscled form engulfed in the fires of hell.“This what you dreamed of? Slug?”

Water had splashed across his face .. down on his back in the dirt .. cruelly brought back to his agonies. Tarzan had gasped out in a tortured croak .. dragged back to these blistering agonies that ached in every bit of his being. Another bucket of water got Tarzan choking .. carelessly taking it down into his lungs .. Unresisting as hands roughly grabbed at him. Crying out as he was yanked upright. Every move tore torture through muscle .. pulled to his feet .. coughing, heaving up his lungs .. hissing out in pain as cruel men tugged his tortured body to his feet.

“No cage. No ropes. Not tied.”Tarzan swayed on his feet. His legs threatened to wobble .. struggling to keep him upright. He felt sick .. his head raged. But still the warrior at the root of his being was managing to register the state of his plight. Searching for his strengths, seeing the mess he was in.He’d had the living daylights beaten out of him. He was weak .. he could barely stand .. struggled to see. But that madman was there .. arms wide-open .. beckoning. Stood like he was inviting Tarzan into a fight. And Tarzan’s hands were free.Days ago he’d promised himself .. Tarzan would not let this taunting get to him .. calling him slave, dog, slug. It was a game, meant to get him riled. Tarzan had ignored the fool, he’d made himself rise above that. But now .. suddenly something snapped.

He was in no state to take on this mountain of muscled brawn. He was exhausted .. shattered. Barely staying on two feet. Breathing slow .. hard .. deep .. laboured .. the effort of every breath was torture. Like his body had no strength to take in air normally. Aching .. hurting .. every muscle .. his mind. With every breath he took, sharp pains jarred. Breathing out, it was like his innards were being scraped raw from his chest. But ..He WAS untied. First time in days. What he had wanted .. him and the madman .. no bonds, no restraints. The chance he had been wishing for .. just what he had craved these past days.Insanely .. Tarzan charged.

The ape-brain had taken the bait. The chosen one stood his ground as the ape-brained muscle-head leapt at him. Arms out, vulnerable, not defending himself. Chest high .. the effigy of a god. In the last moment .. deftly he stood aside. This trundling nonsense of a lord of the jungle stumbled past .. this abomination on earth .. this living insult .. hardly something he should waste his time on. But as the momentum carried the faltering idiot passed .. he coupled his fists together. Driving them two-fisted into his back as the cretin tottered past. Bawling in surprise, the fool slammed into the earth. Sent sprawling by the momentum .. crumpling into a humiliating heap of weakness in the dirt.

InsaneThree times, there and back, he’d had the slug walk that path. After the first pass, it was already clear his men’s efforts were doing the trick. Even now this rival-for-the-name had looked like he was struggling to go on. But he’d got reversed .. given no choice .. trapped in the noose .. made to stumble his tortured way back through the tunnel again.

Twice he’d faltered .. falling. But there’d be no slacking. He’d been dragged on by the neck .. the noose-man had gritted his teeth and hauled him slithering on his back through the tunnel. Struggling he hauled the slug onwards between the walls of thundering pain. Fighting against the power of blows driven from shoulder height down onto his prone body. That muscled might shaken and jerked with every body-crunching blow. Shamefully this stubborn rival had been dragged through the tunnel of thunderous pain .. helpless, dragged onwards on his back. Blows fell on him from a great height .. crashing onto his frame .. like boulders hitting him in a landslide

Mad .. looking like that .. mad to take the bait. Leap into attack .. How insane. After the beating he had taken .. obviously his ape-brain had seized control of his body .. stupid. This rival who thought he had anything in him left. Mad? Lost his mind? He looked down at the crumpled heap smacked into the dirt. THAT had thought it could take him on? A groaning heap of stupidity .. eating dust .. felled by one single godly blow .. effortlessly cracked into his backbone. One deft strike .. and the mad beast had crumpled to the dirt.

Impatient to get on with this breaking .. bursting to scent this victory .. his nod ordered his men to get the crippled fool to his feet again. The slug had thought it still had a chance to settle scores. Untied. Let it come and try it.The weak-brained fool had taken the bait .. driven by the ape that ruled his guts .. gone into attack. Did the fool think he had superhuman strength? To take on a god?Look at it .. this ape-brain .. crying out as his men grabbed his arms and yanked him faltering to his feet. A god needed no help .. he was going to do it himself .. break this rival-for-the-name. HIS ambition. HE’d crush him .. break him. The “lord-of-the-jungle” was going to acknowledge his Master .. one-to-one. He smirked .. feeling a strong rush of blood .. hearing this broken fool cry out as unceremoniously he was hauled to his faltering feet.

“Slug .. what are you waiting for?”It was like he was drugged, the fool could barely stand. Lifeless .. broken. His head lifted, though .. his ears twitched .. a wild beast .. fatally wounded .. but in the grip of some animal madness. His senses struggling to identify where the sounds came from. His guts itching to battle .. but lifeless his arms hung by his side. His fighting strength broken.“Got nothing left? Slug? Want to suck my dick?”

It WAS all animal .. all driven by the madness of a beast. What human brain could have ignored the facts? It could barely stand .. every movement hurt like mad. But the animal deep inside this rival ruled in his guts. Slowly the situation got through the layers of crippling weakness. Painfully slowly the words penetrated that thick fog of feeblemindedness. Hearing the challenge .. called out .. an invitation to break out into attack. Its great chance to exact revenge .. free of ropes and ties. After what it had suffered .. its chance …

Everything but a thinking brain crawled like a cripple through the fool’s head. The challenge gouged its way deep into its soul.Suddenly its head snapped up. Suddenly the ape-brain was tottering forward again.

His blow buried a fist into the pricks’ gut. In an instant the muscled torso crumpled. His legs gave way under him .. falling to his wilting knees. Crying out .. this Tarzan, some-time lord of the jungle .. he took a godly blow to the head. Smashed with a fist to the side of his face . somersaulting under the jolt of the force .. landing with a final cry on his front in the earth.

Lifeless. No response. No animal will to keep up the fight. Defeated by a god. Broken by a god.That easy! Gloating, the spirit’s chosen one loomed over the near-dead muscular body that he had goaded into an attack. A futile, useless, brainless attack.A foot jabbed hard into the side of the animal carcase in the dirt. No response. Lifeless. HE HAD WON.

There was a surge of satisfaction. The manliness of a male who has crippled his rival allowed itself form. A rush of blood to the head .. a flush to blood to his manliness. His men saw in that the blessed sign from the spirits .. this job was well done.

In celebration, he towered in godly majesty over a broken body. Sensing from that lifelessness below that the task was at an end. In his loins he allowed himself that gush of power .. His body gave life to god-given powers .. in his manliness that strong rush of reward .. the manly deed was done.

His men were beholding it .. the might of victory that was overwhelming him .. power, triumph. Almost hard to breathe .. his men could see his manliness overawed by the power of the spirits beaming down on him .. They beheld the one the spirits had selected .. Glorying in such godly might .. in no time the swell was over-filling the scantiness he wore. HIM .. he was the chosen one. Called to rule. Lord of the jungle.His men saw the power of the spirits raging in his loins .. truly a god. Standing in godly triumph over this one who had dared claim that title. Broken. Defeated. Crippled at his feet.

The might of that power pressed into his belly as he bent over. This full power of his godhead raged in his loins. One hand grabbed hold of the once-acclaimed

lord of the jungle. Squeezing down on him by the scruff of the lifeless neck. His other hand gripped at the slug by the top of his thigh.Effortlessly .. seemingly powered by the might of the spirits .. he felt his men’s eyes on him .. amazed, watching .. seeing him lift the broken one. Stood in awe .. hearts in their throats .. seeing it confirmed .. the spirits’ naming him .. called to rule the jungle as a god. The strength of the spirits’ pride in him endorsed by the powers flooding his loins. That right to be called a god mightily raging there.

With seemingly god-like effort he lifted his rival up off the earth. He heard his men’s voices rang out in admiration .. the voices of the spirits sang praises in their heads. Drunk with the might of this calling .. raised high over the claims of this ape .. He had hold of the broken body of this rival. Naked, shamefully shaven, broken in mind and body. Smoothly .. fuelled by the might of a god .. he raised the defeated rival up off the earth. Thrust him insensible above his head.

Statuesque he stood. The fallen one limp and unmoving up above. This ape .. this broken Tarzan held high .. for his men to acclaim this triumph .. Their praises sang out .. permitted to behold what the spirits could see. The jungle-lord broken .. lifeless .. broken and shamed .. a god’s trophy .. held aloft for all to see. The jungle world would acclaim this sight .. what a god had wrought in the name of the spirits. In fear and awe the peoples of the jungle would acclaim his right .. sing out his name. Jungle-lord. Only one here could rule.

In awe he felt his men watching. Stunned at what the Chosen one had wrought. Stood .. legs planted strong and firm .. mighty arms raised above his head .. a figure of immense might and power. And held high above him a lifeless torso.. the once-unchallenged Tarzan .. broken .. all claims to that title smashed. Inert .. dangling off his hands .. no fighting back. Broken.

THIS .. this was what HE had wrought. The ape-brain had been crushed to his knees. The new era in the jungle had begun.

EIGHT SurrenderRock-bottom

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Tarzan cried out. Stabbing pains. His back, his torso, his chest - pains so sharp it was hard to breathe. Heart-stopping stabs that took his breath away. He had no idea where he was .. spinning in a sickening vortex. His guts churning in his throat. Instinct threw him on to his front. He wrenched himself up on all fours, his pained body racked with pain. His throat burning with acid. He was throwing up.

Not for the first time these last days, he felt low .. dragged-down .. his hopes crashing onto jagged rocks. How long? For endless ages that beast had been on at him .. a never-ending barrage of tricks to weaken him .. with pain .. with lack of food. Weaken him physically .. wear him down mentally. Breaking him down .. second-by-second .. each moment of torment dragged out into an eternity.

When before had his spirit taken such a battering? Had he ever sunk so low? Could he ever before have considered his strength of will beaten into submission like this? His heart felt black, he saw only gloom and desperation, his spirit at rock-bottom. He looked down and saw his spirit shattered on jagged rocks.

Suddenly Tarzan sensed the onrush of despair. A buzz in his ears. A chasm of hopelessness opening underneath him .. falling into an endless bottom .. engulfed by misery. When had his spirit ever given up before? When had he ever felt so crushed?

He clamped shut his eyes .. fearing that in his misery a tear of despair would trickle down his front. And as he shut them .. again he was back there .. in that tunnel .. the muscle-beast’s brutes hitting out at him. How many times had it been? Their bestiality beating him into submission. Their brutal blows smashing at his strength of mind. When would this stop? How would this stop?

DownHad he really been that rash? Had he gone out of his mind? To attack? After what he had gone through … It was a mark of his desperation. Even fit, going straight up against that mountain of muscled brawn would have given him second thoughts. When he’d taken the brute on before, it had been his speed that Tarzan had relied upon. Where was that now? What could he rely on now? After all he’d been put through. A gaping chasm .. opening up beneath him. Stood on the edge of an abyss .. fearing only despair beneath his feet. How much had he endured? To what extremities had he been driven? That onrush of madness .. pitching straight into battle with the muscled brute .. a sign of crazed desperation. Tarzan could see no way of ending this. The muscle-beast would just keep on at him. Was that really the only hope left to him? To die before he gave in? To get killed before the shame of being broken by this crazy man?

He was in a cage .. his guts were emptying .. throwing up with the pain retching in his innards. But there was nothing to come .. he’d eaten nothing .. just acid stinging in his throat. Tarzan could not remember how he had got here .. into this cage. But every bit of his body was remembering that path of pain. His body repeatedly beaten. His being blasted by overwhelming pain. Driven so far that a madness had gripped him .. mad enough to attack the brute. It’d been first chance he’d got in a long time, hands free. And he’d been knocked out .. like swatting a fly .. not even landed a blow. As clear a sign as he’d ever had .. this madman was breaking him down. Physically, mentally. That chasm of hopelessness was opening up beneath Tarzan’s feet.

The retching ceased but not strains from any effort of moving. Up on all fours .. like some wild animal stuck in a cage. Gasping, vomiting up nothing. His bent back rocking, his guts heaving in air. Pain with every movement. Seeing his situation .. like in the full light of day. Seeing himself losing .. finding himself lost .. seeing himself tottering on the brink of despair.

It was night, the citadel lit by one flickering torch. Remembering .. his mind pushing back the painful memory .. that bludgeoning, the ferociousness. His madness, the blow to the head, broken to the dirt. Clutching his fists together .. his guts twisting with a sense of helplessness. Feeling the pains like talons clawing at his body. Sensing desperation squeezing at the strength of his spirit. Sore, everywhere. Desperate .. through to his core. His head struggling to fight a way out of this agonising whirlwind of confusion.

In the cage. Night-time. Lit by a single hissing torch. A pair of guards by a fire looking at him. Aroused by his movements. Indifferent they’d watched as he vomited out his pains. Obviously Tarzan must have turned over in his tortured sleep. And all the pains of his ordeal had shrieked out. Waking him into a screeching reality .. bringing him back to this agony. Facing him with the night-time onrush of despair.

Fighting back the pains .. breathing hard .. deep and painfully slow .. Tarzan stared back at his guards. Gratified when they lowered their gaze, bored, he couldn’t do anything stuck in the cage. Leaving him alone with his suffering. Stuck up on all fours, crouching in his pains, the stench of his guts hot on his face. His whole body one giant fireball of agony. Trapped .. in this cage, in this captivity. His spirit racing wildly to find some way out.

Tunnel of painHow many times had he run those lines? Made to walk slowly between those walls of hate? After a time .. pain had fused all awareness into a sheet of flames. Four? Five times. Moved down the wall of agony .. painfully, slowly .. at a snail’s pace. Offering his broad shoulders to the ferocious thuds summoned by a madman’s thugs .. a muscled target .. thwacked pitiless across his back. Their unified desire to give their man-made-god what he desired .. smack remorse pitilessly out of Tarzan’s back. Slowly passing between fierce lines of aggression, all progress impeded by that noose-man, the pole digging in his throat. Helpless .. walked in battered agony down their tunnel of pain.

No sooner reaching the end than he was cruelly reversed. Sent back down their lines. The noose-man now braking the pace from behind .. the noose cutting deep across Tarzan’s windpipe .. No chance to rush .. No chance to bend .. holding him up .. holding him back .. not letting him escape one moment of thudding pain. Tarzan’s front exposed. Beaten across the chest .. smashed with knotted rope .. thwacked with fisted clubs thudding into his belly. Tarzan’s sight streaming with the pain. But in front .. at the other end of this hostile tunnel .. that glowering brute. Sensing him rather than seeing through a curtain of tears .. that madman gloating at the far end of this path of pain.

That thought should have fuelled Tarzan’s strength .. the idea of that madman gloating, triumphant. Getting off on Tarzan’s anguish .. laughing at his pain. Mocking Tarzan’s helplessness. It should have got Tarzan incensed .. it should have given him the strength .. to pitch his strength of will against this insanity. But blow-after-blow rained down on him. His spirit sinking down under the current in this river of crimson pain. Drowning in their torture. How many times? How many thwacks bludgeoned into his defenceless back? How many evil knots broke ferocious upon his front?

He must have tripped. Or had he been tripped up? Tarzan recalled the shock. He was falling. In an instant, even under this barrage of viciousness his head screamed out a warning. He could not afford to fall, too vulnerable. But his knee hit the earth. A thwack of heavy-knotted rope caught him across the neck. His torso broke him forward. The force bent his other knee under him. His face smacked at the earth.

It rained a torrent of blows. A ferociousness jungle storm. A triumphant firestorm of viciousness broke out. All over his body. Blows got him from all sides. Pinned to the earth by a lighting strike of mindless ferocity. An endless savagery of inhuman nature against which there was no defence. The force of the blows. The speed of the hits. From everywhere. Into his back. Across his shoulders. Tarzan was swamped. He’d drowned. He’d passed out.

Tarzan tore his eyes open again. Abandoned to his cage, the wild beast .. trapped behind bars .. the madness brutally beaten out of him. Angrily Tarzan wiped away the shameful tear that had come with his tortured spirit back to life. He hurt .. of course he damned-well hurt. He was having that indomitable spirit

of his crushed out of him .. starved, beaten, relentlessly worn-down. Driven mad by his pains and frustration. So mad he’d attacked the muscle-beast. Stupid. They’d thrown water on him to bring him round .. after beating the hell out of him. Brought him back to life. And like a madman himself .. with the unthinking madness of a crazed wounded animal .. Tarzan had attacked the beast. Madness. He was going out of his mind.

Frustration. Desperation. Madness. Despair.NO. That was not Tarzan’s way, he warned himself. The danger was ringing shrill in his ears. Giving in to threats? Breaking down under intimidation? Tarzan saw the perils. Despair? Giving in to madness? Tarzan did not give in to things that. He’d die fighting first.

Forcing himself .. calling on the warrior in his soul .. Tarzan re-kindled his anger. He made himself. Summoning up a burning anger .. fanning flames of fury that would keep his spirit alive. He’d not step into that abyss. He’d die first.

Stuck in this cage he called upon his inner strength. With his strength of mind, forcefully he crushed any sense of dismay. Mentally he saw himself breaking that risk over his knee.. like snapping a twig .. just as he’d break that muscle-beast’s back. Tarzan would not break .. he would not go under .. he swore it to himself. He was a fighting man .. his soul was infused with a battling spirit. Tarzan would not break. No man’s slave .. not a dog .. not a slug. Tarzan. Lord of the jungle.Give in? That was not Tarzan’s fate. Tarzan was built to fight. Giving in was not his way.

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How much longer could this go on? He’d been starved .. barely given much to drink .. only their piss. Days under a blistering sun .. cloudless sky .. as if the spirits’ powers were truly on the prick’s side. Draining him .. wearing Tarzan down .. relentless punishment against his strength.

How much longer would it go on? How much more could he take? He was not broken .. not yet. But when would he be? And then ..?

Given another night .. if suspended face-down off that frame .. A shiver passed through his torso .. convinced he could not cope. Even the thought made him tremble .. and how much weaker was he now since that other time? Fearing he would not find the strength. He didn’t want to give in to such fears .. but in his fitful sleep, deep in a restless night, still that torturing thought seeped into his mind. Would he find the strength?

There had to be a way .. Tarzan had to come up with a solution. But every moment since capture he had been close-guarded, bound into helplessness .. and tortured into mind-shattering weakness.How did he get himself out of this?

He’d fought the brute .. he would have won, he could have broken his neck. But the bastard had no worries about cheating. He’d stood up to the monster .. best he could .. mocked him .. taunted him .. laughed in his face. Refusing to be intimidated. Denying him that satisfaction. But the brute just twisted the screw .. rewarded Tarzan’s efforts by more mind-shattering torture. And he could just keep on twisting away.

No defence, no sign of any defence. No way of fighting back. Just his strength of mind .. left only with the force of his spirit. And how long before this exhaustion and a sense of hopelessness broke them down?How the hell was Tarzan going to beat this fool?

The answer came to him in the middle of that tortured night. His body aching from the path of pain .. his flesh on fire from the savagery. He’d turn over in his sleep. Every time, pains had stabbed at him .. torturing himself as his body moved.

Lying there on his side, stuck still in their animal cage .. it came to him. Wincing as fires of pain burst again in his flesh .. reminding him .. how much he had suffered .. how even without moving that muscle-beast’s torture had a hold over him.

It struck him. :Lying on his side in this cage .. eyeing the slumbering guards who would keep him stuck here .. he saw the answer.Give the prick what he wanted. No other answer. Suck on his dick. Swallow his cock. The cock of a god.

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Could he pull it off - that trick? Was his brain still fleet enough? Or had it gone the way of his punch-drunk body? Slow-footed, plodding. Could he find the strength of mind? Trick this fool? After all this .. starved and weakened for days? Could he do it? Or turn out another disaster. Like going for the madman. Stupid move, wasn’t it? Just got knocked out - not even landing a blow. Could Tarzan manage it? He had an idea. But .. could he pull this off? Or had this ordeal driven him insane?

These endless hours had convinced him of one thing .. Tarzan could not beat this fool like that .. not in a fight .. knocked out .. so easily. Been weakened too much. Had to be another way.

He’d had ideas. Stuck over that rock, the stick of shame stuck up inside him, he’d searched for ideas. Stuck under the cruel sun .. strength draining away with his sweat .. weakened by ferocious heat .. only one answer, it seemed. Giving in. All seemed to come down to that .. commit that degrading act. And after? When he’d given proof .. would the madman let him alone? He’d won .. would the prick let up on this relentless attention? Take his eye off ? A chance for Tarzan to make good his escape? Get the hell out of here .. lick his wounds, get his strength back. Then Tarzan would come back, hit the prick when he least expected it.But would that muscle-beast let up? Who ever said he’d let Tarzan live once he had won?

Every idea .. all came back to that inescapable fact .. SUBMIT. Degrade himself .. give the madman what he demanded. The thought made Tarzan cringe. Shameful, mind-numbingly shocking. The idea was near-suicide .. his name worth nothing, his reputation in tatters.

Shamefully giving in would mean losing. Hurt pride, the dishonour, the disgrace. Having t This arrogant madman lording it over Tarzan .. that would hurt. Triumphant, the mad prick exultant. Would Tarzan’s manly pride let him do that? Let this madman think he had won .. even if that was some trick, some way of winning time. Letting the madman think Tarzan was broken. That ‘d hurt.

Mad with indecision. Confused. Could he bring himself to do it? Could he pull this off? But if Tarzan was to survive ..? If there was to be any way out of this mess ..? Was there any other choice?

What this fool demanded .. he had made that absolutely clear. Tarzan’s total subjugation. He’d take no less than Tarzan’s unqualified humiliation. And the proof of that? Clear as the smug smirk on his face. Tarzan’s manliness completely disgraced.

Slithering over to him like a worm on his front .. through the dirt .. begging to take this prick’s cock in his mouth. Worship it .. take it adoringly between his lips. Tonguing it to godly life. Taking the cock of a god down his unworthy throat.How could Tarzan allow himself to do that?How could he not?

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Tarzan saw himself .. performing that act .. Even in this cage the shame burned on his face .. making worse the aching and hurting in every muscled fibre of his body. The thought of doing it made him sweat. Just the thought of it made him feel sick.

Giving in .. giving this conceited monster just what he craved. The mouth of Tarzan there. His tongue licking away at a limp manhood .. slurping on it to bring it to arousal.

How long it’d take? How long would Tarzan have to endure that horror? Every move of his mouth burning him up with shame. How long till the form in his mouth glowed like an iron in the fire? .. How long to get it hard?

An eternity of excruciating humiliation till the cock of a man—made-god deigned to get hard in a slave’s mouth. Every second shame and torture to his manly pride. Tarzan shuddered at the thought. The touch of his tongue .. like taking hot coals in his mouth .. his lips slavering in tormented shame at a burning poker. The large mushroom head pushing at his palate. It could not get hard fast enough ..

Tarzan had seen the enormity of it .. pissing down on him. Stuck with his shame in this cage, he shivered in anger .. at getting caught like this. At being forced into this act of miserable humiliation. Every shaming moment his mouth was on that huge monstrosity - agony. His lips would sting .. at the poisonous touch on that hated cockhead. The juices in his mouth .. bitter .. toxic .. gut-sickening.But what choice did he have?

He’d have slithered over to him on his belly .. like a worm .. like this madman’s slug. Naked .. squirming in the dirt. As demanded by a man-made-god .. lording over the fallen ape-man. His ape-brain that had presumed .. claimed that title .. stepped above its rank in the order of nature. Now he saw it slither like a slug on its front .. an abomination in the eyes of a god.

Slither in naked misery through the dust. Every inch towards that conceitedness .. Tarzan disgraced by this defeat .. angered but helplessly .. angry at this prick triumphant in Tarzan’s defeat .. Burning up with shame at what he was about to do .. this degradation .. take him in his mouth. His rival glorying in Tarzan’s abject submission .. revelling in his shame. Every naked inch slunk on his belly through the dirt .. torture. One slithering move further .. alive with miserable disgrace.

That was how it had to be .. what other way out?. Miserable .. wretched. Inch-after-shaming-inch. Closer to the moment when Tarzan’s subjugated being looked up and pleaded. Begged leave to take the cock of a man-made-god into his mouth.

Ultimate shaming

It was a risk. Tarzan could have no doubt. It could easily mean the end of life. This could be his ultimate sacrifice. This muscle-beast was vindictive. His men were fiercely loyal .. lived only to serve his will. No saying that if Tarzan had given the brute everything he had demanded .. no saying Tarzan would still be alive.But .. the way things stood .. the way things had been these past days .. did Tarzan have any other choice?It could end with his death. Once he’d done the thing, he could end up dead. While the brute needed Tarzan, there was still some point in keeping him alive. But what other choice did he have?

Humbly Tarzan would have to crave permission .. beg for a slug to take a god’s private parts into his mouth. Tarzan would be bending his will to this so-called man-made-god. He would be showing subjugation in the only way this god would accept. Cringing his eyes would receive the haughty nod .. permission to remove the scanty covering. He’d get the consent to worship the god with his mouth. He’d already be seeing the size of the treasure. Aroused in triumph.

Before Tarzan would have tried pleading. Begging it could just be the two of them. No witnesses. No thugs. Implore for Tarzan to do the ultimate act of shame without the muscle-beast’s men looking on.He had no doubt, Tarzan knew that would have been denied. The brute wanted Tarzan’s ultimate shaming. It had to be seen. Tarzan would have to subject, perform that hated act - and it had to be seen. Tarzan’s shaming would be all the worse .. other men watching, mocking his weakness, jeering his downfall. Laughing at the jungle lord brought this low.Witnesses would spread the word. This rumour of the jungle lord who had sucked cock - no story .. it had been witnessed. Openly performed. Evidence that Tarzan worshipped this god .. sucked off a mightier power .. subjected himself, handed over that precious title. Adored the new jungle lord with his mouth.Tarzan’s plea to be spared that shame .. denied.

The brute would be gloating above his head .. that thought already was driving Tarzan crazy .. this triumph towering over his defeat. Would he be able to go ahead knowing the rush of triumph that would be raging in this rival’s blood? Sickening. Shaming. Tarzan’s head would spiral into madness at the first touch of his mouth at that bitter cockhead. Sensing the madman above triumphant .. lording it over Tarzan’s abject downfall .. the rush of victory racing through his blood. Achieving what he had worked on for days .. relentlessly .. the culmination of his efforts .. hours subjecting a tortured Tarzan to his implacable will .. intense efforts to bring his captive to this shaming. To break Tarzan physically. Snap his will like a twig. To bend his stubborn spirit to his god-given will. Lording over him .. on his knees .. his lips enclosed around this god-like cock.

Tarzan would have to work him .. show himself eager to make a display of his downfall. .. His tongue would have to work on him with gusto .. committed .. proving his subjugation. Performing as demanded .. a display of a slug’s worthlessness .. In sharp contrast to this mighty presence .. a god .. an object worthy of Tarzan’s supplication .. whom he was committing to worship .. rising in godly power .. flushed with manly success. Tarzan would have to show he adored this god .. by this ultimate act of shaming he was putting his own powerful body at his service .. adoring with all the muscular might of his soul. Tarzan would worship and adore.

Woman had done it to him .. Tarzan knew how, he knew how it felt, he knew the emotions that rushed over him. He understood the willingness of the manly body .. a mouth seductively working him up .. leading this mighty body to obey nature-driven urges .. irresistible urges to swell and to procreate. When the moment came .. the cock full .. swollen with manly force .. engorged with the preening power of a male winning over a rival’s downfall .. at full strength .. grown to full length .. thrust deep into Tarzan’s mouth .. as far down as he could take that godly manhood - THEN Tarzan would bite.

Bite down. Dig his teeth in. Bite right down at the root. And cling on for fucking life.

FrozenIn his moments of indecision Tarzan had seen the scene. Sickeningly clear in his imagination. Forcing himself to see this through .. no ape-brain, the man in Tarzan had to think this through. There’d be only one chance.

The brute bawled. Bellow like a bull that had had its balls cut off. Shocked out of its ecstasy .. too mesmerised with his success .. He’d been in a whirl of arousal at this rival submitting to the worst humiliation. His nerves crackling .. spitting in his manhood like sparks in a fire. In a sexual whirl .. his mightiness being licked .. manly urges raging .. one step away from an irresistible rush to shed his seed. But swallowed by an even greater arousal .. more wondrous still .. Tarzan finally broken. Demeaning himself, abasing himself .. watched over by his wide-eyed men. Ambition achieved. He had won. This stubborn rival .. damned stupid dog, he wouldn’t give in. But HE had done it .. made this dog abase himself .. made the prick give in. Given up. Not standing up to him. Going all the way .. slurping away .. slavering his lips over his god-given cock. Demeaning himself .. worst possible thing for a man that proud. Forced into this. Made to perform this most degrading act.

Suddenly everything crashed about his head. His world collapsed. Sharpness snapped down on him. Teeth. Slavering animal-like jaws. Biting deep. Digging in. Fangs clasped down hard on the root of his shaft. He bawled. He bellowed. He roared.

Tarzan grabbed at the chance. His muscular body jarred forward. His head butted into the madman’s crutch. Shock had the mountain of muscle totter back. Another shove of his head backed by the muscled determination of his shoulders. With that effort his jaws were clenching even more tightly together. A pained yelp burst above his head.They were falling .. tottering backwards. Tarzan bit like a hyena’s jaw. Pain stumbled the madman backwards, they were falling, crashing to the earth. With the determination of a mad dog Tarzan clung on to his meat for dear life. Crashing with his possession onto the earth. Landing on top of this madman .. a hunger-crazed wild animal hanging on to his prize for dear life.

The men were startled. Shocked .. they too had got carried away .. getting aroused at this sight .. witnessing the ape-man’s abject shame. All their efforts .. the sweat and toil .. the beatings .. the shamings .. at last it had come right. Almost too good to believe. They had done it .. given their god what he desired. Unbelievable .. this rival in defeat .. bowing to their god. Sucking on the cock of their god .. brought down .. so low .. so degrading. Because of them .. they had brought their god his desires .. through their efforts .. their struggles .. hard work .. a constant battle against an immoveable force. Their loins too shared in the triumph of their god. They had done it .. THEY .. given their god his ultimate of desires. Stood in awe watching this amazing scene. A god’s cock deep down inside the jungle lord’s mouth. It was more than enough to make you hard.

Suddenly their godhead was bellowing out .. in pain-tormented cries. Frozen .. they stood unmoving .. suddenly lost. Stunned .. not understanding his pain .. not knowing what to do.

A moment’s respite .. their shock gave Tarzan the chance he needed. His jawbones clamped tight together .. a determined grip .. digging into sold flesh .. clamped into the hyena’s unbreakable jaws.A chance .. he grabbed it. Doubled his attack. His strongest hand clamped down on the muscle-beast’s ballsack. Taking hold of it with muscular resolve .. the nuts of a man crushed within his palm. To secure his hold, the other hand clenched the nut-gripping hold even tighter. A double stranglehold on his nuts. Gripped tight on the body beneath him .. straining to writhe himself free. An iron grip clamped on the madman’s ballsack. His jaws clenched even tighter together. Biting .. digging in.

The body under him was wildly writhing .. shaking Tarzan’s head as it thrashed .. The muscle-beast had lost his footing .. crumpled to the ground. But Tarzan clasped on tight. His jaws fused together .. Not letting go. Together they fell .. the brute underneath. His arm smacked down .. caught Tarzan on the shoulder. But there was no letting go. Tarzan was not letting go his grip. Jaws of the hyena on the prick’s cock. The ape’s unbreakable hold on his nuts. Then every cell in Tarzan’s body steeled itself for a brutal attack.

AttackA narrow channel of success. Tarzan desperately counted on luck working on his side. The madman would be flush with his triumph. Dizzy with success. What had seemed only a hopeful dream was coming true. Tarzan was surrendering him the jungle. Handing over his claim to the title of jungle lord. He was to rule, rule as a god, rule over the peoples. Worshipped, adored, feared. He had triumphed.Light-headed, barely able to breathe .. at the sight of Tarzan crawling on his belly .. in abject submission. Naked, shaved, beaten into submission .. he’d be wild with his success .. flushed with excitement at this proof of his triumph .. the proud jungle-lord slithering like a slug on its belly towards him. He had triumphed over Tarzan. His heart racing .. hardly able to believe his eyes .. his ambition billowing like a drugged haze inside his head.

On his knees .. Tarzan taking him in his mouth .. unbelievable! Slobbering at the thick limp cock .. slavishly awakening the godly life. Licking his tongue over the head .. getting more eager as Tarzan felt the might in this god swell. Giddy with the idea. He had TRIUMPHED over the jungle lord. He had reduced Tarzan to this .. the mighty Tarzan. Head spinning with the success .. he had forced the proud jungle lord to abase himself. Made to perform a disgusting act.

Tarzan would slavishly put the memories of his times with a woman into every stroke. Memories of his passion behind each lick of the lips .. tight on him .. loose on him. Rolling him in his mouth .. pressing his lips down on him .. squeezing him down to the root. Slow and lingering .. fast and engorging. The blood raging in his cock bursting to break free. Stood trembling on the pinnacle of his success.Aroused by his victory .. blood racing .. flushed that he could demean Tarzan so .. energy throbbing wild inside Tarzan’s mouth .. caught in a frenzy of mad excitement. Quivering with sexual lust .. trembling with nervous vigour .. a volcano of manly power on the point of eruption. Light-headed, giddy, head spinning, loins raging.

It had to be played right .. the moment to bite down needed to be accurately judged. But seizing the madman in his jaws .. crashing him to the earth .. keeping him terrified in the fangs of a wild beast .. That would only be the start. Worse was still to come. And Tarzan could not afford to get this wrong.

Shocked bellows released them. Horrified bawls. The pained cries of their god unfroze them. Suddenly they saw the horror. Their god was being eaten .. the raging dog had gone mad. Tearing away at the cock of their god.Confused still, panic drove them forward. This slug .. this dog .. it was attacking their god .. terrifying pains burned in their ears. They threw themselves on top .. a dozen men flying at the floundering pair. A confused melee of tortured souls .. on top of two fighting men, fused together in pain and determination .. writhing down in the dirt. .

The key to his success .. Tarzan had warned himself .. hang on .. hang on for dear life. Clamp down on this brute for fucking life. His jaw clenched tight like the implacable hyena on its meat. Never going to let go .. never going to let some rival rob the slavering beast of its prize. Teeth digging in.

The brute’s thugs were onto him. Punches flew. Kicks .. curses .. desperation. Frantic hands gripped at his head .. yanking in wild desperation to pull him off. Every pull on his scalp .. it only yanked pain into that hated cock. His jaws set into an unmoveable vice .. never going to let this madman go.

But there were too many .. on top of Tarzan .. couldn’t get at the mad dog. Three wild men were covered his back .. pulling .. yanking .. sweating in panic. The rest were going mad with despair .. hands wrenching away to save their god. But they were stuck on top of their mates, the mad dog underneath them. Mad with terror, their god being mauled by a wild beast. Yanking at their mates .. full of the horror .. pained cries from their god driving them mad. Punching and beating their friends underneath them .. defiantly standing between them and their god. Ferociously loyal, desperate to save their god. Frantic to get at the slug .. crazed .. desperate .. panicking. Maddened by the thought .. their god being eaten alive .. needing to rescue their god .. yanking away at their friends underneath. Desperate to help .. desperate to stop this brutal attack.

He was thrashing away .. he was thumping his arms up and down .. trying to beat this dog off him .. hands thudding away with maddened force .. driven by panic ... needed to break the hold of that agonising bite .. biting tight into his erection. But his men were all over Tarzan’s back. It was them taking their god’s blows, their shoulders were eating up the body-crunching force, their backs were absorbing the godly might of his panicky blows. Thudding into their backs .. weakening their efforts .. broken by the might of a muscled god smacked into their bodies. Crumbling under hammer-blows from their desperate god.

Hands on him .. all over him .. mad desperation. Crazy .. frantic .. madmen trying to drag Tarzan off. Wild .. animals. Yanking Tarzan by the shoulders .. yanking .. tugging .. twisting him .. trying to pull Tarzan off. Unthinkingly .. every tug only pulled at Tarzan’s grip clamped around their god’s nuts. Tarzan’s grip could not falter. He couldn’t allow that. These thugs, they were out of their minds .. they were besides themselves.. the bellows of their god burning in their ears. They were being smacked by body-crunching blows from their god .. whipped into a frenzy by that pain. Yet still they struggled .. until a firestorm of hammer-blows. They were frantic. Desperate. Panicking.

He had to hang on, Tarzan had to clench down tight. Like a dog worrying on its bone. Tarzan’s teeth digging in .. being yanked .. being tugged. His own men’s crazed efforts torturing this madman’s dick.Every tug .. every maddened yank on Tarzan’s head .. every time a frantic thug got his sweaty hands on Tarzan’s shoulders and tugged .. mad to drag him off .. it only dug Tarzan’ teeth deeper into the blood-hardened flesh.

The hyena’s grip of iron .. relentless .. never letting go its prize. All he had to do .. hang on .. HANG ON! Never let go. Above his head .. the agonised terrors of a man-made-god .. his arms flailing wildly .. lashing out .. striking out at his own men. Driving them crazy .. mad to help .. frantic to save him .. taking his blows .. fists like hammers thumping down on their backs.

The muscled might of his incomparable shoulders was beating the hell out of his own henchmen. Hysterical men were sprawled on top of Tarzan .. Pulling at their friends below them .. desperate to rescue .. desperate to kill that slug .. crazed to break Tarzan’s grip. Taking blow to the head. Having the hell thumped out of them .. by a god caught in a vice-like grip. Needing to work together, god and men fighting together to force off this insolent slug. An insane melee of desperate men. Mad, fighting him off attacking him from above and below .. a mad tumble of frantic men

Mad with desperation .. out of his god-given mind .. mighty blows hammered down. Hammer-blows to beat off this slug. Arms looking like steel thwacked down .. fists the size of war-clubs smacked away at human flesh .. his own men .. frantic .. mad with desperation .. thudding and thwacking at the melee of bodies scrambling on top of him.Working together .. their god and themselves .. fighting like crazy men to prise this slug away. Working together, the same goal, kill this slug .. but those hammer-blows of his working against them, fighting them off. Weakening their grip, fighting off their efforts .. frantic, terror-maddened efforts.

Thwacked with body-crunching force .. hammer-blows from overhead smacking onto their backs. Punches to the face. Each force taking their breath away. Desperate to rescue him .. panicking. Knowing .. underneath .. a wild animal’s jaws had their god in its fangs. His cock being gnawed away .. some crazed beast had their god in its grip. But with every god-like blow thwacked into their backs their efforts crumbled. Muscle-breaking force .. bone-breaking power .. the force of a god .. the terrors of a madman .. a man maddened by his balls being wrenched away. Losing their grip .. pains from those hammer-blows breaking their strength .. a god’s frantic desperation beating the crap out of his own men. Crazed. Out of himself .. His manhood clenched in the hyena’s steely grip.

DesperationAt night .. left alone now that he had surrendered his will .. Tarzan’s imagination prowled like a wild beast trapped in a cage. His mind pacing back and forth along the bars of his confinement. Going through it time-and-again. Seeing it played out in his head. Anxiety racing in his heart. Knowing it .. acknowledging it .. admitting it to himself. This plan could not go wrong.

Frantic desperation gave a sharp yank at Tarzan’s head .. his jaws clenched impossibly tight on that bloated cock. Panic tugged him by the shoulders .. his hands’ clamped like iron on the prick’s balls .. Tarzan squeezed even tighter still. Not going to let go. And every tug only broke a shocked cry from a god.Hang on .. that was all he needed to do. His wrists were burning up .. from gripping on the prick’s ballsack .. clenched tight in agonising effort .. his wrists burning with mind-blowing effort. Blows of desperation rained down on his shoulders .. A greater force smacked at the men clambering on Tarzan’s back .. a power that shuddered onto him through those battered bodies .. mad men on his back grunting, crying out, screaming at Tarzan, cursing.

They were going mad .. driven mad by the pained cries of their god. Driven wild by his hammer-blows knocking them off. Frantic men yanked at Tarzan. Maddened thugs pulled at the apeman’s arms .. in panic .. desperate to break his grip. Every tug .. punctured by a pained cry from their god. Making them madder still .. more frantic. Not knowing .. inadvertently they were adding to his torture. Not seeing Tarzan’s hands .. their god’s pained cries made them madder still .. frantic force yanked, tugged, pulled. Not seeing their efforts were severing precious flesh from their god’s crutch. A mad frenzied melee of panic .. every yank one step closer to unmanning their god.

Only one thing mattered .. only one fixation burned in their minds. Through panic, sweat, nerves bursting out .. Break the apeman’s grip .. his grip on their god. Yanking .. jerking .. snatching. Godly screams of desperation .. their god driven mad by fear. His pains driving his men mad. Panicking .. clawing to rescue him .. Pulling .. frantic, mad .. tugging .. yanking harder. Emasculating their god.Wildly their god was lashing out .. mighty blows smashing up his own men. His cries of pain. Their bodies shuddering under his blows. Madness in a tumble of nerves. Insane. Agony. Pain. A dizzying maelstrom of violence.

Tarzan knew, he had to hold on tight. Nothing else mattered. All it would take .. some desperate idiot was going to pull too hard. Tarzan’s grip would pull the balls off the sucker. Some thug pulling wildly on Tarzan’s head .. yanking and shaking his head .. sawing his head from side to side .. like a hyena worrying dead flesh .. head shaking and yanking. Some fool was going to do the job. Some prick was going to saw Tarzan’s murderous jaws right through this shaft. Sever his cock from his crutch.

Maddened to desperation .. unthinking. Driven wild by the agonised cries .. the terrors of their man-made-god cutting into their souls. All it needed .. a bit

of luck. A thug .. in desperation .. giving a frantic massive tug. Yanking at Tarzan’s head. Or a terror-mad tug at Tarzan’s grip on this madman’s nuts. A thug’s mind so maddened by desperation. A thug’s desperation so forceful. Getting a tight grip on Tarzan’s arm and maddened pulling like crazy. Unthinking. Maddened by panic. Tugging so hard. Severing his god-chosen balls from his body.And what was a god without balls?Or with a severed cock? Bleeding to death.

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He had to get this right. When the storm broke, all hell would be let use. Crashing like a firestorm about Tarzan’s neck. His hand had to keep yanking, twisting, pulling -- whatever was thumping into his back. His jaws had to clamp down hard and saw away at that monstrous erection. There’d be no second chance. A risk. As big as any Tarzan had taken in his life.

Tarzan had been dragged back into the citadel. To this high-walled courtyard, henchmen blocking the only exit, no way to run. They had placed Tarzan at one end, high walls either side. At the far end, their god .. waiting to be worshipped. Arms folded across his chest, that mighty spirit-crushing chest. Arms studded with muscled boulders across his chest .. an enormously powerful presence .. fearsome .. with hammers for fists.

All eyes were on Tarzan. The apeman had signalled his willingness. By that act of degradation, the apeman would submit. He’d fall to his knees .. he’d slither on his front. Naked, clothed only in shame, he’d slither like a slug. Crawl in disgrace the length of this courtyard. He’d slink in abject humiliation, through the dirt, the grit scraping at his bruised skin. Slink and slither like a loathsome beast .. to offer this god evidence of his subjugation.

A god was waiting for him. Willing for the apeman to beg. Beg to take a god’s cock in his mouth. Beg a god to let him show himself totally humiliated. The one-time jungle-lord broken .. slithering into abject defeat. Proving his submission .. performing that degrading act.

Could he pull this off, Tarzan wondered? This deception? Would this work out? Would he manage this? Would his trick work?But what other choice did he have?All Tarzan had to do … Hang on.

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