Mindsweeper Monday: Cruel Jungle 3

Chapter 1

The tall, tanned white man entered the village confidently, leading his party as befit the Chief of this tribe. At 6'2" and 200lbs of muscle, the man looked physically impressive. Of course, anyone who had faced him knew he was even more dangerous than he looked. His muscles were ripped and hard, but his brain was his greatest weapon.

The African tribespeople of this village emerged from their huts as their new Chief returned, followed by his older brother and two lithe, young guides from the tribe. Villagers went about their daily business after they bowed in reverence for his position. He flashed his seductive smile as he strutted through the huts.

The man wore a soft leather loincloth slung low at the front, tenting over his flaccid, but still large, manhood. He had brown leather boots on his feet. The stud had a rifle slung over his back, with the leather strap parting his powerful pecs and a knife on his hip. His chest and abs were covered with coarse brown hair, further defining them.

Behind him, his older brother followed closely. He wore no shirt over his hairy torso. His stomach fell slightly over the belt on his khaki pants. He also carried a rifle over his back. The man was considerably shorter at 5'5", but also considerably heavier than his brother at 260lbs. The man's large muscles were nearly unmatched in the jungle for raw power.

The taller man, Coy Banton, looked back at his brother, Link Banton, and said, "Good to be home, eh?"

Link ignored the comment, plodding along with a sullen expression on his face. Link and Coy had done little but argue since Coy had assumed Tarzan's place as Chief of this tribe. Link wanted to return to their two younger brothers, Jerry and Nick, who were at a remote camp that had been their base. They hadn't seen them in a long while. Link couldn't wait until they had made enough profit to leave the jungle forever. He hated the heat, the loneliness and the nomadic life they led. He wanted a woman he could marry, kids he could raise and a life in civilization.

The people of this tribe didn't exactly like Coy Banton, but he had defeated and killed their previous chief, Tarzan, in physical combat. That meant that Coy Banton was the new leader. The loincloth and knife he wore and Tarzan's absence was all the proof they needed of the Banton's story. It was the way of their tribe. Tarzan had defeated their last chief, an especially cruel and sadistic young man, and the only son of the chief before that. Tarzan had bested him and banished him, restoring peace to the tribe and stability to the area. Even though the tribe had some strong warriors, they were not an aggressive tribe. They acted mainly in self-defense under the old chief and Tarzan.

Since he appeared and declared himself chief, no one had bothered to challenge Coy for leadership. The tribespeople figured there would be yet another Chief soon. Already the warriors were evaluating their odds against Banton if he chose to stay on for much longer. A Chief had to last many moons before the elders would exempt him from being usurped by a challenge from another.

As a chief, Banton was fine. Like Tarzan, he was barely ever there. The reputation of the evil, cruel Banton kept other tribes at bay. That was all the people wanted - peace. When Banton was there, he mainly used them as a safe haven in which to relax.

Several elders walked up to Coy with water and greetings. They listened as Coy told them where to go and pick up the treasures he had found. The guides who had gone with him had led him straight to the diamonds.

Coy smiled as he entered his hut. He wished his father were still alive to see him. With this latest haul, he would be worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. Maybe even a million dollars. He could be one of the richest men in Oklahoma with that kind of money. Once the tribe returned with his stash, he would travel to Kairobi City and cash out.

A handsome, black-skinned warrior knocked on the hut door. His name was Kwesi. He entered and knelt, bowing his head. Coy smiled at the beefy man and waved him to rise to his feet. Kwesi was 21-years old and one of the most powerful warriors in the tribe. He was 5'11" tall, weighing 220lbs, with thick muscles. Coy admired his powerful form for a moment. The warrior subtly flexed for the chief to impress him. Every time this warrior came to him, Coy wondered if he could take him.

The young warrior wondered the same thing. However, Kwesi had no intentions of challenging Coy. The new chief was good to him. Kwesi knew that eventually the white man would go away. He wanted Coy to take him with him. He had heard of the outside world from white men who had come into the jungle. Coy was his chance to see it for himself. He had learned English from Tarzan and even asked the ape-man to take him abroad, but Tarzan had refused, preferring the jungle life.

Kwesi had told Coy of his desires and Coy had used that to get what he wanted. He had no intentions of taking the African anywhere, but if it ensured loyalty and gave him a firm ass to fuck, Coy would make the promise.

With a nod from the chief, the young warrior slipped out of his tiny snakeskin pouch that the men of this tribe used to cover their cock and balls. He stood and waited.

Coy walked over to him and felt the mighty muscles. He squeezed them roughly, causing the warrior to wince. Coy put a foot to the back of the warrior's knee, driving him willingly to his knees. The hunter walked in front of the kneeling warrior. He folded his arms across his chest and waited.

The young warrior reached up and slid the loincloth down. He engulfed the cock of his Chief and began to pleasure him. This stud was definitely one of Coy's favorite toys in the village. Chief Coy leaned his head back and enjoyed the worship immensely.

Coy's shaft slid right down the warrior's throat and he sucked hard on his master's large organ. Coy fucked his face hard, pulling out only when he was close to climaxing. The villainous hunter pushed his warrior to the bed in the middle of the hut. Coy roughly tossed the warrior onto his back, lifting his legs up.

Their eyes met and the warrior's begged for Coy to fuck him hard, like he had many times before. The warrior almost believed Coy was transferring some of his own strength and manliness to him with every fuck. He felt stronger than ever after each session where Coy had taken him.

Banton slid his cock in gradually, parting the accepting hole and fucking the warrior. Coy's hands tightened around the warrior's powerful calves, enjoying the flexing, pulsating sensation contained within. His eyes never left the warrior's.

It wasn't long before Coy shot inside the young warrior, filling his ass with white, hot cum. Coy pulled out and grabbed a cloth. He wiped his still hard member clean. The warrior looked up at the sweat-covered body of his Chief and smiled, feeling as though he had gained a little more power.

Link walked into the hut and said, "Coy, what are we - oh, sorry." He looked at his brother with a disapproving view.

Coy smirked in response. He said, "We're done here anyway." He grabbed the warrior's wrist and pulled him to his feet. The warrior knew it was time to go. He grabbed his snakeskin sheath and nodded in respect, slipping it on as he stumbled out of the hut.

When he was gone, Link said, "What the hell, Coy?"

Coy walked up to his brother, butting his hard torso into his brother, pushing him back slightly. He said, "You got somethin' to say, brother?"

Link backed off. He said, "I'm just wonderin' what you're doin'? We got diamonds. A lot of 'em. We just need to grab 'em and go."

"Villagers are doin' that. While we wait, I'm ... enjoyin' the moment." Coy slipped his loincloth back on.

Link looked at the dirt. He shuffled his feet nervously. Finally, he said, "I want outta here, man. We got what we came for. You like bein' chief, you stay. You do that bad thing with them jungle men all you want. But I don't want no part of it. No part of any of it. I just wanna go. Just gimme my share, along with Nick and Jerry's. I'll round 'em up and we'll be outta your hair."

This wasn't the first time they had fought. Since killing Tarzan, Link had been driving his brother crazy. The ruthless hunter was tired of Link. He often wished Tarzan's arrow had struck Link instead of Billy. The infuriated Coy had taken care of his older brother his whole life. Link had the mentality of a child. He couldn't make it on his own. But here he was, judging Coy. The most ruthless man in the jungle had had enough.

Coy said, "Then go. Go to the mines and take it when it's done. Send 'em back with my share."

Link hugged his brother. He said, "We'll see you in America, Coy. We will."

Coy smiled and said, "Yeah, you bet."

Coy knew Link would have been dead long ago if not for him. "I've given him a longer life than he woulda had otherwise." He went to the hut opening and called Kwesi back. He said, "You want to return to America with me?"

Kwesi smiled, "Yes, mighty chief!"

Coy nodded. He said, "I only got room for three other men. I got three brothers. Only way you can come is if one of them don't. And I love my brothers Nick and Jerry." Coy looked at Link walking away. Kwesi followed his eyes and he understood. He nodded excitedly. It was the way of the jungle - for one thing to live and grow, another had to die.

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Chapter 2

BAM! BAM! BAM!

The gazelles scattered as the gunshots rang out from the tall grass. Unfortunately for one, Nick Banton was a very good shot with his rifle. The animal collapsed in a heap onto the plain. The young hunter walked confidently up to the animal. He pulled out his machete and began the grisly task of dismembering the animal.

Jerry Banton, his twin brother, kept an eye out for any predators looking to capitalize on his brother's kill. At his side crouched Korak, the young jungle man and ward of the presumed dead Tarzan, called Boy when he was younger. He was the seemingly willing servant to the two youngest Banton brothers. They had defeated him and played with his mind to break his spirit.

With a signal, Korak rose and waited. The two Bantons struggled to lift what was left of the carcass. They laid it across Korak's shoulders. Although three years younger than the Bantons, Korak was stronger. He held the gazelle carcass across his broad shoulders with ease as he was led by a collar and rope back to the camp.

Korak had added considerable muscle to his 5'11" frame during his short stay in captivity. He now weighed a solid 205lbs. His life consisted of a mostly protein diet and grueling physical labor around camp. As well, the 19-year old was forced into sexual servitude as well. Like their brother Coy, the young Bantons enjoyed dominating other men. The two of them took turns with their slave, ravaging him as often as they desired.

Back at camp, the Bantons chained Korak's wrists and ankles in shackles and left him in their tent, still drenched in the dried blood of the kill. They sat down on chairs outside and relaxed. They were getting a little stir crazy. They hadn't seen their brothers for a long time. Their only contact had been periodic visits by local guides sent by Coy from somewhere in the jungle.

Nick heard rustling in the bushes and grabbed his rifle. Jerry followed suit. Kwesi emerged, hands raised. Jerry asked, "Who are you?"

Kwesi replied, "My name is Kwesi. Your brother, Chief Coy Banton, has sent me with news."

"Chief?" Nick said with surprise.

Jerry laughed, "Leave it to Coy."

In the tent, Korak listened intently, struggling to hear what was said. He had come looking for Coy Banton originally, before falling prey to the Banton twins. He peered out a rip in the side of the tent. He could tell by the snakeskin sheath the warrior wore that this man was in the Histah tribe. Based on what he overheard, Coy Banton had obviously assumed Tarzan's leadership position.

Kwesi informed Nick and Jerry that Link was dead. A tragic accident claimed his life. Kwesi told them that his brother Coy would be returning with diamonds and they would be leaving the jungle soon. He asked them to wait patiently.

Inside the tent, Korak smiled ruefully. After his initial defeat and the subsequent mind games played by the Bantons, he had worked to regain his confidence and focus. Since then, the young jungle stud had been biding his time, waiting for the day Coy Banton returned so that he could exact revenge. However, now he knew where Coy was and that Coy was alone, without the support of any of his brothers.

Korak needed wait no longer. The powerful young stud placed his feet between the wrist shackles. He strained as he stretched out. He had been working on these chains every spare moment, weakening them slowly for just this opportunity. The arrogant twins had never noticed and he had never given them a reason to care. But now, the days of Korak as loyal slave were over.

The metal began to give and the chain connecting the shackles bent and broke. With his hands free, Korak reached down and unhooked the chains on the leg shackles, snapping them carefully. The shackles remained around his wrists and ankles, but his didn't care. He grabbed his loincloth and knife from Nick's backpack. He looked out into the camp. Kwesi was nodding, obviously wrapping up. Korak slipped out the back of the tent, using his knife to cut a hole. He ran into the jungle silently.

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Chapter 3

It was an hour later before the twins went to check on Korak. Nick called out to his brother and the two stood stunned at the chains on the ground.

They knew that it was the news about Coy. Obviously Korak had overheard. They knew he was going after their brother. The twins wanted to follow, but didn't know where this tribe Coy was head of even lived.

"Which tribe was Coy Chief of?" Nick asked. Jerry shrugged. He hadn't really been paying attention. "Shit."

"We could track him."

"We can't track him. Boy's way too good for that."

"No, not Boy. We could track that guide. He won't be covering his tracks. We track him and hopefully get there in time."

"It's twilight. And Boy'll be movin' fast."

"Damn. We've gotta do somethin'."

"All we can do is trust Coy. I don't care how good Boy is. Coy's better."

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Chapter 4

In the jungle, Kwesi heard a noise. Raising his spear, he saw Korak standing in his path. The two young warriors looked each other in the eyes. Korak said, "I know you. You're Kwesi. Tarzan taught you English many years ago. We wrestled years ago."

Kwesi nodded. He said, "Yes, you are Boy, Tarzan's son."

Korak said. "I was Boy. Now that I am a man, I am known as Korak." Kwesi nodded respectfully.

The two young warriors instinctively flexed their muscles and looked each other up and down. Their pecs bounced in unison and their biceps twitched. They stood eye-to-eye. Kwesi had age and weight, but Korak's muscles were ripped and hard. There was a silent challenge between two young studs.

Kwesi remembered wrestling Korak. He remembered winning over the younger boy easily, but the three-year age difference meant more then. Kwesi could see Korak was a powerful warrior now.

Kwesi asked, "What are you doing here?" He looked at the dried Gazelle blood on Korak's muscular torso and wondered what was going on.

Korak replied, "I overheard what you said. Coy Banton. Is he at your camp now? Is he acting like he is the Chief of the Histah?"

Kwesi said, "Acting? He IS Chief. He defeated Tarzan."

Korak frowned. Kwesi was right, but Korak hated hearing it. Korak said, "Thank you. I am going to kill Coy Banton. By the time you get back to camp, your people will be free of him." Korak ran off, leaping into the nearest tree. He scrambled up into the branches. With little effort, he grabbed a vine and swung away. Kwesi was stunned by what he heard. He knew he had to kill Korak to protect Coy.

If Korak had looked back, he would have seen the mighty warrior with his spear drawn, aimed at his back. He would have seen the African warrior launch it into the air. However, Korak had moved so quickly, Kwesi did not have enough time to react properly. By the time the spear struck where Kwesi had aimed, Korak was three trees away.

Kwesi considered what to do. He knew Korak could move faster than him through the jungle, but the young jungle man might stop and rest. Or he might wait until nightfall to go after Coy. Whatever Korak decided to do, Kwesi had to try to get to camp and warn Coy, his ticket to America. Kwesi took off at a sprint, hoping the young white ape would stop and rest.

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Chapter 5

Coy Banton stood in the middle of the village surveying the diamonds. He smiled as he perused the large haul. It was more jewels than he could imagine. And it was all his. Of course he would have to give some to Jerry and Nick, the only two people in the world he still cared about. But their money was essentially his money.

The tribesmen, who had been forced to mine for the precious gems, were busying loading them up into four sacks, one for each remaining Banton and Kwesi.

Coy had no intentions of taking the gullible young warrior all the way to America, but he would be a useful tool until he had his money and was ready to leave. Let Kwesi wake up in Kairobi City alone and deserted. It's not like the young warrior would ever be able to track the Bantons down.

Coy returned to his hut, thinking only momentarily of his lost brothers, Billy and Link. Tarzan killed Billy, which was one of the reasons Coy had to kill him, but now he had Banton blood on his own hands. Ever since the day after their last fight, Coy had regretted ordering Kwesi to kill Link. It had been impulsive, a decision made in the heat of anger. The stress had gotten to him and now he would have to live with his decision.

Coy was distracted by his thoughts as he walked inside. "WHAT THE?" OOF! WHUMP! CRASH! URGH! Within seconds, Coy found himself grabbed from behind with a knife to his throat. Before he could even react, he was down, crashing through the table and lying face down on the dirt floor with a substantial weight on top of him.

Coy struggled as he felt a hand rip off his loincloth. A large hand gripped the loincloth and held it in front of his face. A young voice said, "How dare you wear this! You've killed many people in your life, Banton. Now you will pay!"

Coy felt the body on top of him lurch upwards, probably preparing to thrust a knife in his back or shoot him from behind. Instinctively, he thrust upwards and spun, toppling his unseen foe over. Coy, naked except for his boots, scrambled to the side, spinning to his feet in a crouching position. His opponent was already on his feet and brandishing his knife.

Coy looked at his loincloth-clad foe, but at first couldn't place him immediately. The muscular young white man was clearly out for blood. The two men circled. It then dawned on Coy that this was Boy, Tarzan's son. Obviously he had heard that he had killed Tarzan. Banton had been expecting some kind of reprisal weeks ago, but none had come, so he had forgotten about Boy. Coy had anticipated a thinner, weaker "boy", not a powerful, ripped young man.

Korak swung outwards with the knife again and again, maneuvering Coy around the hut, pushing him closer and closer to the corner where he would be trapped.

Coy quickly realized what his young adversary was doing, but he was Coy Banton, the most dangerous man in the jungle! Coy feinted to his right. When Korak moved to cut him off, Coy dodged left. He dove into the wall, passing right through it. Unknown to Korak, Coy had added an escape hatch in the back of the hut.

Korak quickly followed through the hole. When he dove through, a boot came crashing down on the back of his head! WHOOF! The boot then came down on his wrist, forcing the knife free. Korak cried out in pain, dazed from the boot to his neck and now, his wrist almost broken!

As Coy reached for the knife, Korak drove upwards, wrapping his arms around Coy's waist, tackling the hunter down. The men rolled away from the hut towards the jungle. Unlike other Chiefs, Coy opted for a hut not in the center of the village, but on the edge, designed for an easy escape should the need arise.

As they struggled for top position, Banton grabbed Korak by the injured wrist and wrenched. The young warrior groaned and Coy used the opportunity to throw Korak off. Coy scrambled up. Korak was between him and the knife, so Banton opted to retreat into the jungle.

Korak rose quickly. He checked his wrist. It was not broken. He cursed himself for not stabbing Banton in the back right away. The young muscle stud ran after the naked murderer. Thanks to Coy's boots, his trail was easy to follow. Korak charged forward. Banton was making good time, obviously running for the rocky hills that protected the village to this side. Korak raced as fast as he could, determined to make up the time he had spent checking on his wrist. He knew that Banton would be harder to track on the rocky terrain.

Korak reached the rocks and raced forward. The unsuspecting jungle lad rounded the corner right into Coy's trap! CRACK! UNGH! Coy slammed Korak with a hard tree branch to the sternum! Korak bent over, winded. Banton brought his knee up into Korak's face then leveled him with a right cross!

Korak fell back onto the rocks moaning. Within seconds the powerful hunter was mounting his back and grabbing his hair! Coy pulled Korak's head up and moved to slam him face first into the rocks. Out of instinct, the jungle hunk managed to brace himself and push back against Coy, throwing him off. Boy fell back, lost for the moment, unable to focus. Korak was lucky to even be conscious! One of Coy's punches could put down almost any man.

Coy rose up carefully. He could see Korak struggling on the ground. Coy smiled his evil grin. He loved being in this position. He had the cocky young Korak exactly where he wanted him.

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Chapter 6

"Stupid kid. If Tarzan couldn't handle me, what made you think you could, Boy?" WHACK! A steel-toed boot pierced Korak's abdominal muscles, driving in deep and sending him backwards three feet. He struggled to rise and face Banton.

"Even ambushin' me, you were nothin' Boy. All muscles and no brains." WHOMP! Another boot, this time to Korak's side, sent Korak back to the ground. Again he struggled to rise, only to be met with a fist to the side of his face. POW! UNH! He collapsed flat on the rock floor.

Banton stepped over Korak, straddling him confidently. He reached down and yanked off the loincloth, exactly as Korak had done to him. He tossed it aside and admired his naked prey. Korak could barely rise up, it was all he could do to remain conscious.

The Prince of the Jungle writhed on the ground. He could feel Banton's boots at his side. Out of instinct, he thrust his hands back and grabbed Banton's ankles. Using his incredible strength and speed, he managed to pull the hunter's feet out from under him, toppling him back.

A shocked Coy fell hard, unable to brace himself in time. Korak scrambled up to his feet. He turned and collapsed back against the rock wall Banton had hid behind earlier. Korak could barely stand. Without the rock, he would have been back down on the ground. Through glassy eyes, he looked at Coy who was rising slowly with a wry smile on his face.

Banton said, "Nice move, kid. Glad ta see ya have more fight in ya than yer old man. He didn't put up any struggle at all."

"Shut up, you liar." Korak spat out, still unable to leave the support of the rock. Jerry and Nick had taunted him with the details of Tarzan's defeat, so he knew the Banton's version of events. He didn't believe them, but he was more than willing to have Banton talk long enough to regain his wits. Korak knew that Coy wouldn't be able to resist recounting the story.

"No, it's true. I beat the crap out of him then fucked him hard. Made him my bitch. Had him begging before I finished him off," Coy said, approaching his prey cautiously.

"Tarzan would never beg to you. And I know you must have cheated somehow. You could never have defeated Tarzan in a fair fight!"

Coy laughed. He said, "You must think I'm stupid. You think I can't see you're stalling for time? I just don't care. I can see you can't even stand on your own."

Coy moved in cautiously, but confidently. Korak moved away slowly, keeping his back to the rock. When Banton came close enough, Korak sprang from the rocks. The younger stud was one of the fastest men in the jungle. Even hurt he was still able to surprise Coy with his reflexes. Coy moved to block Korak, but he was a fraction too slow. Both men crashed onto the terrain, with Coy taking the brunt on his back.

OOF! Coy grunted as Korak quickly straddled him. Korak swung a fist across Coy's face. WHACK! Unfortunately due to his wrist injury, Korak was unable to connect fully and the punch actually hurt him as well. As Korak brought down his other fist, Coy reached up and grabbed it. Korak and Banton struggled. The stronger Korak won, but Banton was able to deflect him enough to change the face punch to a forearm across his broad chest. Coy's powerful pecs were able to withstand the blow and Korak lost his balance atop the evil hunter.

Coy bucked his hips upwards and twisted, throwing Korak off. Both men scrambled to their feet, circling. Korak charged again, but Banton was able to twist and spin them. It was Korak that slammed down onto the flat rock surface and Banton who ended up on top. WHACK! WHACK! Coy immediately brought two powerful fists down. Korak was unable to block either. As the second one connected, everything went black ...

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Chapter 7

Coy Banton stood over Korak's unconscious body. He smiled broadly. He really was King of the Jungle. He couldn't wait to see the villagers faces when he brought a helpless Korak before them. This defeated tough muscle stud would serve as a sign to those who wished to challenge his leadership. Coy knew from Kwesi that Tarzan had banished the last Chief. Coy would extend no mercy. Banishment left your enemy around to try again. He knew that Korak would think of nothing but revenge. No, he would order Korak to be put to death - a fit punishment for someone who dared challenge him and lost.

Coy grabbed Korak by the hair and raised him to a seated position. He was surprised by the weight. This young stud was solid beef. Coy had planned to carry him over his shoulder, but now wondered if he could get him up.

As if right on cue, Kwesi emerged from the jungle. The young black warrior looked over the sight and smiled. He said, "You have defeated Tarzan's boy, my Chief!"

"That's right. Now help me get him back to the village. It's time for an execution."

Kwesi said, "Yes Chief." The ebony warrior knelt down beside the unconscious Korak and looked somewhat disappointed.

Coy noticed and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I had hoped to test my strength against this one. You defeated Tarzan, I wanted to defeat Korak."

"Boy, call him Boy."

Kwesi smiled and nodded. Boy was a better name for this helpless slab of beef. "I wanted to defeat Boy and treat him as you treated Tarzan."

Coy thought for a moment. He said, "Yeah, you sure do love listening to what I done to Tarzan. I want this kid dead, but doesn't mean we can't have a little fun first." Kwesi smiled gleefully. Coy dropped Korak back to the rock and said, "Watch him."

Coy walked away. He picked up Korak's loincloth and vanished behind the rocks. When he returned, he held Korak's loincloth and knife. He said to Kwesi, "Strip and put these on."

Kwesi smiled. He tore his snakeskin pouch from his throbbing cock. He struggled to put the loincloth on, as his huge Nubian cock was standing at full attention. Coy smiled and admired the young warrior as he tried to get dressed. The sun highlighted his body perfectly. Every one of his large black muscles was popping in excitement.

Finally, Kwesi had squeezed himself into Korak's loincloth and attached the knife. He stood before Coy smiling. He flexed his muscles as Coy had taught him, striking a double bicep pose and tensing his legs. Coy nodded with a humorless grin on his face. There was no denying that the African stud looked awesome. Coy was tempted to actually honor his word for once and bring this one with him.

Kwesi walked up close to Coy and said, "Now you have Tarzan's cloth and have Korak's. Do you like?"

Coy smiled and rubbed Korak's big muscles. The young warrior was sweaty, clearly he had been running or hunting hard. Coy felt the warrior's powerful muscles. He slammed a fist into the heaving pecs. He clawed at the rippled abs. He squeezed the mounds on his shoulders. Coy grabbed Kwesi by the neck and roughly forced their mouths together. Despite the grip, the kiss was gentle. The two men breathed together, there tongues lovingly caressing.

Coy's cock was rock hard and pressing into the crevice between Kwesi's abs. The slick sweat was lubing it up and it slid effortlessly. The two men held their tight embrace for a long time, until Coy pulled Kwesi off him roughly.

The villainous hunter said, "There'll be plenty of time for that. Now we gotta deal with this one. Let's have some fun before we take him back."

Kwesi smiled broadly. He didn't get to defeat Korak, but he would now get to punish the white musclelad who had spoken to him so arrogantly about killing Coy. Kwesi longed to dominate his rival and take his rightful place as the new Prince of the Jungle.

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Chapter 8

Korak awoke to water splashing on his face. He moaned as the light came in. When he opened his eyes, he was kneeling. The first sight before him was his own loincloth. But the flesh around it was black. He looked confused as he tried to understand what was happening.

Korak quickly recognized Kwesi. He tried to grasp why the young beefy warrior was wearing his cloth. Korak's hands were bound behind him. He asked, "What's going on? Why are you wearing my cloth?"

Kwesi replied, "Because my Chief wills it. You were once the Prince of the Jungle, now I am. The Chief and I will punish you here then bring you back to the village for your final fate. You challenged the Chief and you lost. You must pay for that."

Korak said, "Kwesi, please ... Coy is evil! He will destroy your village. While I was there, waiting for Coy, I saw bags of diamonds. He means to rob your people! We must stop him before he destroys your village!"

Kwesi laughed at Korak. He replied, "Why would I care what happens to those people? Coy is taking me with him to America. Let the whole village burn."

Korak said, "What? You can't believe him! He's lying to you. Using you! He's -" SMACK! Kwesi brought his hand across Korak's face hard. Blood started to flow again, dripping to the left side. The young jungle stud fell forward, his face falling into Kwesi's large package, which was sheathed in Korak's own loincloth.

Kwesi grabbed Korak's sagging head by the hair and roughly pulled it away from his growing crotch. He looked Korak in the eye and said, "Fool! Banton chose me over his own brother! Given the choice, he chose to have me kill Link rather than leave me behind!"

Korak was stunned. He asked, "You murdered a Banton? And Coy knows?"

"Knows? He ordered it, Kor - Boy! Just so he could take me along with him. I have a pack full of diamonds to carry to Kairobi City with him. We will buy white man clothes and ride the metal bird away from here! Now do you understand?"

Korak couldn't believe it, but before he could say anything, Kwesi's cock was out of his loincloth and shoved into his mouth, choking him. Kwesi said, "Treat me well and I will try to convince Coy not to kill you before we leave."

Korak tried to respond, but all he could do was service the powerful young black warrior. Kwesi face fucked him hard, his cock smeared with the blood that filled Korak's mouth from the slap.

Coy returned holding Korak's knife and more vines to bind the young stud. He was surprised to see Kwesi's cock in his mouth, disappointed not to have been there when Korak awoke.

Still, the white hunter admired the sight of seeing Tarzan's "son" being defiled by the powerful black warrior. Banton moved behind Kwesi and slipped Korak's knife into the holster attached to the loincloth. Kwesi paused, but Coy pushed against him. Banton's hairy chest rubbed against Kwesi's smooth young back. Coy's his growing cock slid in between Kwesi's cheeks and up his back. Coy pushed back and forth. Kwesi rode the motion, driving his cock deep into Korak's mouth with the rhythm. Kwesi was ecstatic to be the meat inside a sandwich with the two hottest white men in the jungle.

Banton moved off and circled around Kwesi. He towered over the kneeling Korak and gave instructions to Kwesi. The young black muscle stud smiled. He knelt down, bringing Korak's face with him. From behind, Coy kept Korak's hips high, forcing Korak onto all fours. The two cruel and sadistic studs positioned themselves to fuck Korak from both ends.

The 19-year old former Prince of the Jungle was forced into position. He felt the tip of Coy's cock at his asshole and knew he was in big trouble. Korak had been used many times by Coy's younger brothers, so he now knew well how to take a hard cock. Now, the biggest, most masculine Banton was about to ravage him. And Korak knew it would be a hard, cruel fuck.

As he predicted, Banton spat onto his cock, rubbed it in and then forced his massive organ inside without any thought to making Korak comfortable. Korak cried out, but the sounds were muffled but Kwesi's cock.

The two men mounted their prize and rode him hard. The two men moved in unison. The excitement was too much for Kwesi, who came in moments, filling Korak's stomach with a huge load.

"Keep it in there," Coy ordered. Kwesi complied, keeping his still hard cock in Korak's gaping mouth. Coy kept riding the young stud, feeling himself approaching climax. Kwesi reached out and ran a hand through Coy's chest hair. He then grabbed Coy's nipples and began playing with them. Within a minute, Coy was firing a load into Korak's ass, filling him with hot white cum. He pulled out and Kwesi did the same. Korak fell to the rock floor, disgusted, but unable to move.

Coy reached over and pulled Kwesi close. The men kissed over the destroyed young muscle toy. Coy moved in close enough to Kwesi to use Korak's loincloth to wipe his cock.

Coy rose up and grabbed Kwesi's canteen. He drank all the remaining water. He smiled and moved off. He said, "Fuck the villagers. Beating this piece of crap proves nothing anyway. Let's kill him here. Use his own knife. I may have missed the chance to slit Tarzan's throat, but not this time."

Just then, a voice boomed out, "TAKE YOUR HANDS OFF HIM!"

Banton and Kwesi almost collapsed with shock ... "TARZAN?!?"

*****

Chapter 9

"TAKE YOUR HANDS OFF HIM!" the deep, powerful voice rang out.

Coy Banton and Kwesi turned. Neither man could believe what they saw. Standing before them was the former King of the Jungle, the mighty Tarzan, naked, powerful and dangerous. Through hazy eyes, Korak saw his mentor and father figure. He wondered if he was imagining things or if he was dead, but as he stirred and struggled in Kwesi's grip, he realized that Tarzan was, in fact, alive! He wanted to run over and hug him, but could not. Kwesi adjusted his grip wrapped his thick arms around Korak's neck. Within seconds, before Tarzan could even react, the youngest combatant was out cold.

Tarzan's lack of any attire showed off his pumped muscles, which looked larger and more impressive than ever. The jungle man's chiseled body looked completely recovered from his beating at the hands of the nefarious Bantons. Tarzan's tanned skin was glistening with a slight sheen of perspiration that highlighted every ridge and mound of muscle. The jungle man's beefy pecs stood high and proud, his nipples erect with excitement and anticipation over facing his greatest nemesis. Tarzan's abs looked more cut than ever. Just below his trim waist, the once-and-former King of the Jungle's flaccid cock rested over large balls that served as a reminder that he was all-man. His legs, thick and defined from a lifetime of sprinting, climbing and lifting were as thick as some men's waists.

Yes, there was no mistaking this - Tarzan was back. And he was angry.

In Tarzan's left hand, he held his loincloth, which he had found discarded in Banton's hut at the village. In his right, he held his knife, prepped and ready to fire right into Coy's chest.

Tarzan repeated himself. When neither of his enemies moved away from Korak, he said, "Kwesi, I don't know how Banton convinced you to help him, but for your own sake, let go of Korak. This is between Banton and me. You don't want any part of this."

Kwesi waited, shocked and uncertain what to do. "DO IT!" Tarzan commanded.

Coy knew Tarzan could throw the knife and probably kill him before he could dodge. With his life on the line, the devious hunter said, "Let the kid go, Kwesi. But keep your spear over him." Kwesi let Korak fall to the rock floor. Kwesi held him down with a foot on his back and his spear at the nape of his neck kept him in check.

Tarzan moved forward cautiously to face his rival. He took note of Kwesi wearing Boy's cloth and knife as he towered over him. Tarzan said, "You should have killed me when you had the chance, Banton."

Coy scoffed. He said, "Yeah, I guess so. Just like you shoulda left me in that quicksand. So what're you gonna do? Fire that knife into the heart of an unarmed man?" Coy spread his arms wide, providing a wide-open target. Although leaner than Tarzan, Coy was no less pumped or impressive. He was also tanned and naked, save for his boots, with an even larger manhood between his legs. Coy subtly flexed his muscles as a taunt to Tarzan.

The studly ape-man understood what Banton was saying. Tarzan sneered. He replied, "A Banton suggesting a fair fight? I saved your life the last time only to be repaid with a beating and rape. The minute I put this knife down, you'll use Korak to force my submission."

Coy smirked. Tarzan was exactly right. He thought about the situation. He had defeated Tarzan once before, plus this time he had the youth and strength of Kwesi by his side. Banton said confidently, "Toss away your spear, Kwesi. Toss it far into the jungle. Then strip off that loincloth and knife and throw them between me and Tarzan."

Kwesi resisted, but complied after a moment's thought. When the spear was gone and the knife and loincloth were on the ground, Banton said, "Now you do the same, Tarzan. Winner gets the pile." Coy was counting on Tarzan's animal sensibility and desire for revenge. He suspected only a physical contest of strength and raw dominance would satisfy the jungle man.

Tarzan knew he had the advantage. He knew that he should kill Banton where he stood then punish Kwesi for siding with this evil monster to defile Korak, but he also wanted to tear Banton apart with his bare hands. Tarzan tossed his loincloth down on top of Korak's. Tarzan knew that he had not earned it back. The ex-Jungle King then reluctantly fired the knife into the ground, landing it perfectly beside Korak's discarded knife. Coy's eyebrow rose at the perfect accuracy of the throw and he knew he had made the right call.

They would do this in the most basic way - just two naked warriors facing off to settle their differences. Both men had reason to believe they could win this time.

"Let's get this over with," Coy said. With that, the two men charged each other ...

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Chapter 10

Tarzan was overcome with rage and emotion as he faced off against Coy Banton. After saving the thug's life, the jungle stud had been beaten, raped and nearly killed. Tarzan had been incapacitated, forced to recuperate over the past months, unable to make it back to Korak, who was now somehow lying helpless under the young black warrior. All the emotion brought out the ape-man's animal side.

Banton, however, was completely rational and focused. He knew he would have to be at his best to defeat Tarzan again. Just looking at the powerful jungle man's pumped naked body was enough of a reminder how dangerous Tarzan could be. But Coy knew that no matter how strong, how ripped, how macho Tarzan was, he didn't have the brawling experience Coy had. Banton would always have that advantage in a no-holds-barred, life-or-death struggle.

Tarzan charged forth, arms open to crush the diabolical villain. Coy, however, was ready. He ducked under the charge, firing a hard fist into Tarzan's ripped stomach. The fist bounced off without even phasing the ape-man as Coy moved behind him. Tarzan spun to face Coy. CRACK! A hard fist struck Tarzan's jaw, sending him stumbling backwards.

Banton charged in, stabbing Tarzan's abs with another combination of punches as the ape-man reached for his jaw. Again, the jungle man's brick-like ab muscles held, with Banton's punches bouncing off harmlessly. WHOOSH! Tarzan's retaliating punch sailed past Coy's face.

Banton backed up as Tarzan swung recklessly, trying to connect with a knockout punch. Quickly Banton backed right out of the ape-man's reach. The hirsute hunter bounced back and forth, staying light on his feet, fists raised. Tarzan was playing right into his hands. Coy knew that he was a better fighter than the ape-man, who was used to wrestling and tests of strength. Banton was confident that a skilled striker could win against a stronger wrestler.

As Tarzan drew near, Coy feinted with a couple of blows at the ape-man's head once again. Tarzan avoided the blows, but Coy had only been moving him into position. WHUMP! Banton lifted a boot into Tarzan's abs, driving it in hard. Tarzan stumbled back, hunching slightly. WHAM! Coy seized the opportunity. He lifted an upper cut that landed right below the ape-man's chin.

Tarzan fell back to the ground, landing on his hard, bare ass. Banton moved in fast, but the ape-man was ready. Tarzan spun, sweeping Coy's legs out from under him. As Coy toppled down, Tarzan leapt up with cat-like reflexes and landed on top of him. Tarzan pinned Banned under his weight. The jungle hunk raised up and brought his knee down right into Banton's stomach! The knee broke past the muscles and sent Coy into convulsions.

With Banton coughing, Tarzan let go of Coy's left wrist and quickly brought his forearm down across the hunter's hairy pecs. Banton had the wherewithal to twist, throwing Tarzan to the side and scrambling away.

Tarzan was up fast, but so was Banton. Both naked white muscle men had gotten in some good shots, but no crushing blow as of yet. Both men were more cautious than they had previously been. They moved in close again, ready to lock up. Before Tarzan could react, Coy drove his hand into the ape-man's throat. The jungle stud's mighty muscles were rendered useless as he stumbled back, struggling to breathe! Coy sauntered forth confidently. He spread his arms wide and balled his hands into fists.

"Nothin' to say, ape-man?" WHACK! Coy plowed a fist to the side of the choking muscle man's head. Tarzan stumbled, almost toppling.

Kwesi nodded as Coy took control. The evil hunter's cock was semi-hard as he stalked the mighty jungle stud. The naked, hairy hunter wore only a pair of boots. They were all the weapons he needed. WHOMP! Coy lifted his steel-toed foot into Tarzan's abs. WHOMP! Another boot and Tarzan was doubled over on his knees. BWAP! THWACK! Next came a boot to Tarzan's shoulder followed by one to his side below his ribs.

"Get up, jungle man! Get up, tough guy!" Banton taunted.

POW! WHAM! Two more boots, this time to his shoulder, sent Tarzan to the ground. He forced himself to his hands and knees, only to face another round of crushing kicks from the cruel hunter's boots. WHOMP! THWACK! Tarzan could feel his muscles softening. Even his incredible, near-perfect body had limits.

Tarzan crawled to his side, trying to buy time. His throat felt better, no serious damage, but he knew he couldn't continue to be Banton's punching bag.

Banton flexed for Kwesi, seeking to show the young black warrior his power. The hunter's arrogance was at an all time high, poised to defeat Tarzan for a second time. Coy waited for Tarzan to rise, staying behind him, stalking him. Tarzan rose cautiously, finally able to breathe. When Tarzan reached his feet, Coy struck! He circled the ape-man and drove his hands onto Tarzan's beefy pecs, sinking his fingers into the slabs of muscle and squeezing hard!

The ape-man grunted in pain as Coy crushed his manly chest in his large, vice-like grip. Coy used the grip to force Tarzan back against a nearby tree! He rammed Tarzan in hard. OOF! Banton slammed his forearm across the jungle god's throat, pinning him. Tarzan lifted his hands, grabbing Coy by the wrist and elbow, protecting his tender throat! Coy brought his knee up hard, parting the ape-man's legs and crushing his balls! ARGH! Tarzan groaned in pain, but he could do nothing. If he moved his hands, Coy could crush his throat. But if he didn't get Banton off him, he knew that this fight would be over fast!

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Chapter 11

Tarzan struggled to get free, but Coy expertly kept him pinned against the tree with a knee at his balls and a forearm across his throat. Tarzan's hands were tied up trying to keep Banton's forearm from crushing his windpipe as the incline of the tree allowed Coy to use all his weight to his advantage.

The ape-man could only grunt the evil hunter ravaged his abs. The only positive for Tarzan was that Coy could not fire long punches, instead having to fire fast short jabs. They lacked the force of a real punch, but made up for it in volume! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! The muscles reddened, but did not yet soften.

Kwesi had lost count of how many punches had been fired, but he watched intently. He cheered silently as Coy took it to the mighty jungle lord. Kwesi loved watching the powerful white muscle men battle. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! Kwesi's cock was rock solid again and beginning to drip. He wanted to ravage Korak's ass, but knew Tarzan would see him. He was not afraid of Tarzan, but he also knew Coy would be upset with him for not following orders. For the moment he could not risk losing favor with Banton.

The jungle muscle stud's abs were a bright red from the force of Banton's blows. Tarzan had kept them flexed and tight, but he knew that even his abs could not withstand such punishment forever! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

Tarzan finally managed to lift Banton's forearm off his throat. He turned his head just enough to protect the most vulnerable area of his neck. Once done, he quickly wrapped his legs around Coy's support leg and pulled in! The hirsute hunter was surprised as his knee buckled under the quick pressure! Tarzan seized a tight grip on his forearm as Coy fell, causing Banton to actually drag Tarzan down on top of him! OOF! Tarzan's weight crushed Banton, driving the wind out of the hunter.

Tarzan quickly slid a forearm under Banton and rolled him onto his stomach. He pinned Coy face down, burying his head in the dirt. Banton, however, was quick to react. Before Tarzan could do anything, he bucked upwards and tossed Tarzan to the side. Banton reached for Tarzan's neck to choke the life out of him, but Tarzan grabbed his wrists. The men rolled around, each trying to seize top position! Their naked sweat-covered bodies were quickly covered in leaves and dirt as they moved back-and-forth.

As Tarzan was again forced to his back, he brought a foot up and pushed Banton off of him. The hunter flew backwards, landing on his ass a few feet away. Both men scrambled to their feet. They circled one another, the battle underway again. Banton had clearly had the upper hand so far, but none of his efforts had given him the crushing blow he needed to really hurt the ape-man.

Tarzan charged forward, but more cautiously than before. He suppressed his animal-like instincts and used his human intelligence. He tried to anticipate Banton's next move, realizing he could not simply overpower this foe. Banton's months in the jungle had made him even stronger than before - not an equal to Tarzan, but the disparity was not as great as before.

Banton swung his fist at the charging ape-man, but Tarzan guessed correctly and ducked. He slipped underneath the blow and wrapped his hands around Banton's waist. Tarzan cinched in a bearhug tightly around the hunter, lifting and squeezing as hard as he could! ARGH! Banton cried out as Tarzan squeezed, driving the air from his lungs! Tears welled up in the naked villain's eyes from the sudden, searing pain that ran through his body.

The former King of the jungle shook the current one back-and-forth, whipping his shoulders, legs and head around like he weighed nothing! The ape-man braced himself on his thick legs as he supported Banton's shifting weight. Tarzan's muscles strained from the effort, but it was having the desired effect! The hunter was shocked and confused, unable to gather his wits to fight back. He looked like a rag doll in the mighty python-like grip!

To the side, Kwesi debated what to do. For the first time, he wondered if Coy would win. He wondered what a Tarzan victory would mean for him. He knew it couldn't be good.

Tarzan felt exhausted from the effort of the bearhug, so he threw Baton to the ground hard. The hairy hunter's muscular body collapsed in the dirt unmoving at first. Tarzan leapt atop Coy and pulled him to his feet by his hair! Banton struggled to resist, but he could not get the strength!

Tarzan's plan was to target Banton's back. He knew that a fistfight favored the wily and evil Banton and that a long fight only gave Banton more opportunities to devise a trick or cheat in some way. Tarzan let go off the hunter's hair and reached between his legs. He lifted upwards, laying Banton across his broad shoulders in a backbreaker! Coy cried out as Tarzan yanked down on his throat and leg.

The naked ape-man put all his strength into the hold, practically folding Banton's naked carcass in half! Coy screamed in pain, unable to hide the effect this hold was having on him. He moaned as Tarzan circled around, bouncing and squatting to increase the pressure and keep Coy helpless. Banton kept reaching for Tarzan's eyes, mouth, anything he could tear at that would cause Tarzan to break the hold, but the ape-man was too powerful. Every time Coy summoned the strength and wherewithal to try something, Tarzan spun him, pulled at him or otherwise did something to disorient or punish him.

Banton screamed, "PLEASE! NO MORE! OH GOD! STOP! PLEASE! STOP!" The hunter was begging for release, surrendering unconditionally.

Tarzan dropped the whimpering hunter to the ground. The mighty ape-man reached for a handful of Banton's hair. He pulled him up, grabbing his right wrist and wrenching it up his back. Coy was in agony as Tarzan rammed him front first into the tree where the hunter had just moments ago had Tarzan pinned.

The muscular jungle man pressed in close to Banton. His cock was rock hard from the thrill of victory. He used Coy's arm to control him as he leaned in close. Banton could feel the ape-man's hot breath by his ear.

Tarzan whispered, "You're finished, Banton. I should fuck you right here. Fuck you like the animal you are. Humiliate you in every way possible. I should wake Korak up and the two of us should fill your ass and stomach with cum until you can't take any more."

"No ... no ...no ..." was all Banton could mutter as Tarzan's hard cock parted his cheeks and hovered at his asshole.

"Yes, yes, yes, Banton. One-on-one, man-against-man, you're no match for me. You never were. I told you that you should have killed me."

"Please ... Tarzan ... please don't do this!" Banton begged. He had never been a bottom and knew he didn't want to start now with Tarzan's monster cock.

Tarzan lifted off Banton and threw him to the ground in disgust. As Banton lay there sobbing, Tarzan looked at Kwesi and pointed. The jungle man's muscle body impressed Kwesi. The ape-man was panting, but his muscles were fully pumped. The young black warrior, however, thought his muscles were an equal to the ape-man's strength. Kwesi looked back at the angry, confident jungle man without fear, meeting his eyes directly.

Tarzan said in the tribal language, "Banton is a false Chief. I expect you to pledge your loyalty to me when this is done, Kwesi, or you will face the same consequences." Kwesi took note of the words 'when this is done' and got a chill.

The ripped ape-man reached down and pulled Banton up by his hair again. He forced him into a driving forearm to the small of the helpless hunter's aching back! WHAM! The jungle man's thick forearm pounded through the muscle and right into the lower spine, already weakened from the bearhug and backbreaker! Coy wobbled, held up only by Tarzan's muscles. Never before had Coy Banton, the scourge of the jungle, been so totally defeated.

Banton staggered forth, desperate to escape, fearing the ape-man would break his back. WHAM! Again, Tarzan yanked Banton back into another blow. This time Banton's legs gave out and he tumbled down to his knees, leaving Tarzan with a handful of Banton's hair. The ape-man reached around and rubbed the hair all over Banton's face, humiliating the arrogant hunter and filling his mouth with his own hair.

As Banton coughed, Tarzan grabbed his shoulders and squeezed! The nerve hold sent waves of pain and paralysis through the kneeling hunter. Coy reached back to try and pry the fingers from his shoulders, but he could not! Banton felt like his trapezius muscles were being torn from his body! After a few moments, Banton's arms fell limp, all the strength had left them.

Tarzan used his deadly grip to hoist Banton upwards again. The jungle muscle stud let go, but before the helpless Banton could fall, he wrapped his arms around his neck, positioning Banton in a sleeper. Coy felt the thick, powerful arms around his throat, but he could do nothing. His arms would not move and his back was destroyed. He could barely support his own weight.

Tarzan's cock remained hard as he held Banton tightly. He longed to rape the defeated hunter, as had been done to him, but he was the King of the Jungle. He would not do that. But his cock acted on it's own, landing at Banton's ass. Coy felt the thick cock head piercing his butt cheeks. As he started to black out, all he felt was fear - fear of being raped by the jungle man, fear of where he would wake up and in what condition he would be in, if Tarzan even allowed him to wake up. Coy's life flashed before his eyes as he went under ... blackness consumed him ...

When Tarzan was sure he was out cold, the King of the Jungle let the unconscious Banton fall to the ground ...

*****

Now, you're in control ... which of these two options should Tarzan do next?

OPTION 1: TARZAN CHECKS ON KORAK … (continue reading)

OPTION 2: TARZAN BEATS HIS CHEST AND LETS OUT HIS FAMOUS YELL … (skip past the red text to the purple text)

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OPTION 1: So you think Tarzan should check on Korak? Okay here's what happens ...

Tarzan let the unconscious Banton fall to the ground. He did not pause to savor victory. The mighty jungle man only had one thought in his mind - saving his "son". He quickly turned to ensure Korak was safe. As he turned, he saw Kwesi charging at him at full speed. The mighty ape-man was able to dodge the charge, although just barely. Kwesi went tumbling to the ground, skidding a few feet before coming a stop. The powerful warrior was stunned by the impact with the ground for a moment.

Tarzan quickly ran up behind the young black warrior. The more experienced white muscle god grabbed Kwesi's right arm from behind and wrenched it back half way up his back. He locked his left hand around the back of Kwesi's neck and pressed the strong young man into the ground. Tarzan buried his knee into the small of Kwesi's back.

"Stay down, Kwesi. I have defeated Banton. I am your Chief again. I don't know how Banton earned your loyalty, but this needs to stop. Banton is the King of Lies. You cannot believe anything he said to you."

Kwesi struggled under Tarzan's powerful grip. Tarzan pushed all his weight on top of his opponent. Kwesi moaned in pain. Tarzan pulled his arm up further. Kwesi felt like it might break if he did not give in to the ape-man.

"All right, Tarzan, you win. I will give in to you."

Tarzan released the grip and backed off slowly. Kwesi slowly rose to his knees. He shook out his arm. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched Tarzan turn to check on Korak. The young black warrior was unaccustomed to surrender. When Tarzan had his back to him, he quickly spun around and charged again!

However, Tarzan was no novice. He had suspected Kwesi's surrender came too easily. As Kwesi came close, Tarzan spun around and threw a fist, striking the side of Kwesi's head. The big black muscle man went sprawling to the side. Kwesi went down onto his stomach once again.

Tarzan was quickly on top of the stunned slab of beef. This time, he wrapped his arms around Kwesi's neck and proceeded to choke the young warrior. Kwesi grunted as the pressure increased. Kwesi bucked under the naked white man atop him. He struggled to free himself.

Tarzan was clearly in control, but he underestimated Kwesi. The young warrior had learned a few things from Banton during their relationship. He slipped a free hand behind him between the dominant white man's legs. Tarzan's large, low-hanging balls were easy to find. He twisted his hand and grabbed them tightly!

Tarzan let out a grunt of pain and had to release the choking sleeper hold. Kwesi squeezed hard. He released the grip and spun around, fist cocked. Kwesi pounded his fist into Tarzan's jaw, sending the ape-man to the ground. The mighty King of the Jungle saw stars as the pain from his balls was compounded by a punch that could have put down even the strongest man!

Kwesi rose to his feet and towered over the struggling ape-man. He was also stunned slightly from Tarzan's earlier punch. But he knew he had to take the advantage while he had it. Kwesi reached in again between Tarzan's legs, grabbing hold of his tender balls. With his grip secured, Kwesi lifted up, bringing the ape-man to his feet.

With his free hand, he grabbed Tarzan around the back of the neck. Kwesi released Tarzan's balls and grabbed a handful of the white man's thick bubble butt. With ease, he lifted the ape-man into the air over his head. Kwesi circled for a moment, savoring his position then slammed the ape-man down to the ground. Tarzan cried out in pain.

Within seconds, Kwesi had Tarzan's balls in hand again. He forced him to his feet once more. He pulled Tarzan in close, so they were standing face to face. The pain showed on Tarzan's face, but he did not become King of the Jungle by giving in this easily. Tarzan brought his arms up and boxed Kwesi's ears!

The young warrior was more stunned than hurt, but he released Tarzan's balls, which was the goal. Tarzan longed to massage his tender groin, but knew he could not pause for even a moment. Kwesi was as strong as he was, if not stronger! And the young muscle stud had not just fought a tough opponent like Coy Banton. Experience would be Tarzan's only salvation.

Tarzan forward to slam his fist into Kwesi's chin, but the young warrior blocked it. He grabbed Tarzan's fist in his own, swinging a fist forward. Tarzan managed to catch the fist himself. The two men struggled, each with a tight grip on the other's fist. They struggled, muscles flexing hard. Eventually, their hands shifted and the men ended up with locked hands in a test of strength!

Kwesi quickly gained an advantage, forcing Tarzan backwards. He pressed his advantage, reveling in his strength advantage over the white man who had dominated him in wrestling practice growing up. Tarzan had trained all the young warriors, always winning easily. But now Kwesi was a man and he was holding his own!

Unfortunately for Kwesi, his pride got the better of him. Tarzan used the momentum to fall back, toppling the big black stud forward. Tarzan fell onto his back and thrust his right foot up, planting it deeply into Kwesi's midsection. Kwesi's abs held, but Tarzan was only getting him ready for something better. Tarzan kept his fingers locked in Kwesi's as he flipped his opponent overhead. The naked black warrior went flying over Tarzan, crashing onto the ground behind him. The impact winded him as Tarzan kept rolling until he was on top of Kwesi, schoolboy pinning him to the ground!

Tarzan used his advantage, slamming two fists across Kwesi's face. The younger stud tasted blood as he fought for consciousness. In desperation, he brought his head forward quickly, slamming his forehead into Tarzan's cock and balls which rested at his chin. Tarzan's tender balls sent shockwaves of pain through his body.

The ape-man staggered off Kwesi and back. He was crouched over holding his groin. Kwesi tried to shake out the cobwebs as Tarzan tried to focus on something other than his manhood. The younger stud charged up, moving to tackle Tarzan, but the ape-man was ready. He moved left and drove a hard knee into Kwesi's midsection. Kwesi doubled over and Tarzan brought both his forearms across the back of his neck like a guillotine!

Kwesi fell to the ground barely moving. Tarzan sat across Kwesi's ass and reached forward, pulling him up and back by the chin. Tarzan wrapped his arms around Kwesi's neck. He squeezed with all his might. The pressure woke Kwesi up, causing him to buck wildly under the big white jungle man. Tarzan held on tightly, wrapping his arms as tightly as possible. No matter how hard the powerful warrior threw his naked body around, he could not throw Tarzan off. The two naked studs rolled around with Kwesi becoming more and more desperate.

Tarzan was careful to keep his tender balls and cock buried against Kwesi's ass and out of reach. When he couldn't get a grip on Tarzan's genitals, Kwesi feared he was done. Everything was going dark as consciousness left him. It was done ... Kwesi was down for the count.

When Tarzan was sure, he released the defeated stud. Tarzan immediately looked back at Korak and Coy. Both men were still out cold. Tarzan went to Korak. He shook him awake. Korak couldn't believe what he was seeing - Tarzan, alive! He hugged his mentor and father-figure, tears welling up in his eyes.

Tarzan pushed him off and said, "We must secure Banton and Kwesi quickly. Can you stand?"

Korak nodded. The King and Prince of the Jungle gathered two vines and bound the feet and hands of their enemies. Tarzan helped Korak hoist Coy over his shoulder. When Tarzan was satisfied the jungle lad was steady on his feet under the weight, he hoisted Kwesi up as well. The two men carried them back into the jungle, towards the village.

The tribe was shocked to see the naked white men emerge with their Chief and strongest warrior bound and unconscious over their shoulders. Tarzan ordered the warriors to watch his prisoners. As if on instinct, the warriors obeyed their former Chief.

The shocked elders asked Tarzan about the details of his adventure, but Tarzan asked them to wait. He marched over to Korak and gave him a big hug. The two men couldn't believe they had re-united after all this time.

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Once the reunion was over, stories shared between Tarzan and Korak, Tarzan announced that he would turn Banton over to the proper authorities as he had planned before his untimely demise. Korak had shared everything with Tarzan. He sent jungle warriors out to find Jerry and Nick Banton. The two were captured after a brief battle on their way to the village to try and warn Coy. Although the two young Bantons were muscular studs and had guns, they were captured by the six warriors Tarzan had sent forth. The next day, the three Bantons were escorted to Kairobi City to face the music for their crimes. Along the way, Korak shared with Nick and Jerry the fact that Coy was responsible for Link's death. The younger Bantons

Tarzan also wanted to bring Kwesi to justice for the murder of Link Banton, but there was no proof. The elders recommended forgiveness, not wanting to see one of their own suffer for following the Chief, but Tarzan knew that the big warrior was too dangerous to live with the tribe. In the end, Tarzan compromised. He banished Kwesi forever, but he sent him to London to be tutored and shown the world outside the jungle. Using the considerable Greystoke resources, Tarzan gave Kwesi what he wanted and managed to maintain the peace.

Tarzan and Korak resumed their positions in the jungle, however neither man was ever the same after their ordeals.

THE END

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OPTION 2: So you think that Tarzan should beat his chest and unleash his famous Tarzan yell? Okay here's what happens ...

Tarzan stood over the unconscious figure of Coy Banton. He was the King of the Jungle once again. Despite the pitched battle, he felt energized. The mightiest man in the jungle could not resist announcing his return to supremacy. Tarzan beat his bulging chest and cried out in victory with his familiar call. The sound of his voice echoed throughout the jungle, seemingly causing trees to shake and sending animals scurrying.

As the naked white man who had controlled the jungle for nearly twenty years pounded his chest and cried out, he failed to see the large black shape coming towards him. Kwesi charged the ape-man at full speed, even leaping the final distance. As Tarzan finally realized something was approaching, it was too late. The big black warrior crashed into him, taking him down to the ground.

The 220-lb warrior drove into Tarzan. Before the ape-man could even react, he was down, pinned by the naked black stud. Kwesi's cock and balls weighed down on Tarzan's chest as he wrapped his large hands around Tarzan's throat, choking the life out of him. The grip was unbelievably powerful, sinking deep into the flesh of the startled white muscle hunk.

Tarzan tried to free himself, but was unable. Tarzan's large hands could not even wrap around the throbbing muscles of Kwesi's huge forearms. As the ape-man's face reddened, the naked white muscle man bucked his hips, thrusting his torso upwards. The power of Tarzan's mighty legs was enough to topple Kwesi to the side.

Kwesi rolled off, but was in a crouching position immediately. Meanwhile, Tarzan could do nothing but cough and try to bring air back into his lungs. The black warrior believed he was stronger than Tarzan and now he had a big advantage. He couldn't lose it.

As Tarzan rose to turn, his jungle senses dulled by Kwesi's choke, he was met by a large tree branch to his abs! Kwesi drove the rotted wood in deep. Tarzan bent over, winded again only to be sent to the ground by a quick jab to the side of his head with the same branch! Tarzan fell to the ground helplessly.

Kwesi came up behind Tarzan and slapped on a sleeper. Tarzan reached up to pry the young muscle stud's bulging bicep from his throat. As he did, Kwesi leaned back, drawing his legs around the ape-man's waist. Tarzan tried to block the dominant young hunk, but Kwesi was able to lock his ankles before the white strongman could stop him.

The Nubian muscle god squeezed hard around Tarzan's waist and tightened his sleeper around his throat. His thick legs crushed the muscular flesh of Tarzan, easily closing around the trim waist below the ribs. The world was going black for Tarzan. Kwesi had caught him off-guard and he simply could not recover.

Villagers began appearing out of the jungle, having heard Tarzan's victory yell. They saw their former Chief, the one they thought long dead, trapped in the grasp of their strongest young warrior. Murmurs went around the group, wondering what was going on. Both men were naked and obviously in a real battle. Tarzan was striking wildly and clawing at Kwesi's powerful body, desperate to free himself. Kwesi, meanwhile, was unrelenting in his python-like grip. The villagers pointed to the naked bodies of Banton and Korak, who were lying unconscious on the ground. It was clear some kind of battle had taken place.

The villagers watched passively, waiting to see how this would impact them. They were surprised Tarzan was alive, wondering where he had been all this time. Had Banton been a pretender to the leadership of their tribe?

Tarzan managed to roll to the side. He was clearly fading, unable to recover from the initial tackle, choke and blows with the solid tree branch. With his last ounce of strength, the ape-man pushed up and backwards, driving Kwesi's back hard into the ground. The sudden impact was enough to loosen his grip. Tarzan broke free.

The naked white man crawled away as fast as he could, unable to even walk. Kwesi had been surprised by the impact, but not hurt. He quickly rose to his feet. It was then that he noticed the watching tribe. The young stud relished a public defeat of Tarzan. He quickly flexed his muscles and ran up behind Tarzan.

Tarzan sensed Kwesi's approach and lashed back with a mule kick from his position on hands-and-knees. The strike was slow and ineffectual, easily dodged by the powerful young stud. Kwesi climbed over Tarzan's hips and reached under his arms. With shocking speed he brought his hands up and around, locking his fingers behind the ape-man's head in a full nelson. He pulled Tarzan to his feet and forced the white man's chin to his chest.

Kwesi swung his shoulders from left to right, tossing the once-mighty muscle god with him. The pressure on the back of Tarzan's head and shoulders was intense.

Kwesi shouted out, "Elders! Warriors! Everyone! Watch this white man suffer under my power, just as Banton and Korak did before him! I am the most powerful man in the jungle! I am our NEW Chief!"

Tarzan grunted in response, desperate to break free. But he could not. He could feel Kwesi's rising manhood between his legs, separating the cheeks of his bubble butt. Kwesi let up on the hold slightly, not wanting to knock Tarzan out just yet. He needed the tribe to see his complete dominance!

Kwesi adjusted his position, moving his cock head to Tarzan's hole. The ape-man struggled as hard as he could, but he could not get leverage. The ape-man realized that even at his best Kwesi might have been too strong. Kwesi forced his cock inside Tarzan, sliding it in and out to the delight of his tribe. While they appreciated Tarzan freeing them from the tyranny of Mkumbae, they longed for one of their own to re-assume control of the tribe.

Tarzan could only moan and accept the huge cock. He tried to clench, twist and shift to avoid pentration, but it was useless. Kwesi's monstrous black cock was as hard as iron and easily broke through Tarzan's defenses.

Kwesi fucked Tarzan hard. As he did, he tightened his grip on his helpless victim. He had defeated the King of the Jungle. Kwesi was captivated by his own greatness. He had originally tackled Tarzan in anger, but now he realized a deeper goal. He would be Chief. He would not beg men like Banton or Tarzan for scraps. Kwesi was quickly approaching another climax. He shot a load deep inside Tarzan's ass, letting that be the ape-man's final memory.

The satisfied young black warrior used all his power on the full nelson. Within moments, blackness consumed Tarzan. His legs gave out, supported only by the powerful muscles of his young, black conqueror. Unbelievably, on the very day Tarzan had reclaimed his crown from Coy Banton, he had lost it. The last sound Tarzan heard was the tribe cheering for their native son.

*****

Tarzan opened his eyes slowly, the combination of a heavy headache and the bright sunlight making it difficult to process what was going on. He quickly realized that he could not move. He was staked to the ground in a spread eagle position. Black warriors circled him as he lay there helpless.

Tarzan's muscles strained to be free, but he could not break the bonds that held him. As he turned his head, he realized Banton and Korak were also staked out on either side of him. The hot African sun beat down on him. Tarzan's mighty body was drenched in sweat. He felt parched, dehydrated and weak. This was obviously part of the plan.

The mighty ape-man heard someone shouting, "Tarzan is awake, my Chief!"

"About time you woke up," Banton said snidely. Tarzan turned his head to look, but did not respond. Banton asked, "So, got any bright ideas about getting us out of this, jungle man?"

Tarzan did not respond. Shadow covered his face, allowing him to look up for the first time. He saw Kwesi towering over him. The young black muscle man smiled cruelly. He said nothing before a stream of urine came from his cock. He coated the ape-man's face, chest, stomach and crotch.

The other warriors laughed at Tarzan's humiliation. When Tarzan did not react, Kwesi looked irritated. Kwesi knelt down and grabbed a handful of Tarzan's hair. He pulled his head up as far as he could and then brought down his other hand in a fist into Tarzan's temple, knocking him out.

*****

As Tarzan stirred, he heard loud drums and singing. He tried to lift up, but realized that his hands were bound behind his back. He felt a jerking at his neck. The pull on his neck became stronger and Tarzan was pulled up to a kneeling position. He looked around. Tarzan realized that he was in the middle of camp. It was nighttime. He must have been out cold for hours.

Tarzan turned slowly and saw Coy Banton also kneeling, collared and bound. Tarzan to his right and saw Korak sitting beside him. His young companion had a look of concern on his face. Like the two older men, Korak was now kneeling, collared and bound.

The three men were in the middle of the village. Tarzan knew immediately that he was in the middle of a celebration - one that only happened when there was a new Chief. He remembered Kwesi striking him and then everything after was a blur.

Suddenly, a large black cock with heavy low-hanging balls blocked Tarzan's view. He looked upwards and saw it was Kwesi, wearing the Chief's headdress. The young warrior had a wicked smile on his face.

Kwesi reached down and slapped Tarzan's face with his cock. It was humiliating, but there was nothing he could do about it. The beefy black manmeat struck each cheek repeatedly. The mighty African reached into Tarzan's nappy hair and pulled back harshly, forcing Tarzan to look at him.

"Well, Tarzan, how the mighty have fallen. You should have stayed dead."

"Kwesi, what is the meaning of all this? I demand to speak with the elders -"

SLAP! "Fool! You think they will help you? They watched me defeat you and fuck you. I am the Chief now. They are as tired as I am of being ruled by arrogant white men. You are no better than Banton. You look down upon us. Well, no longer."

Coy Banton interjected, "Kid, c'mon. We're goin' to America. Kill Tarzan and Boy, but let me go. We had fun, didn't we?"

Kwesi smiled. He said, "I will still go to America. But not as your toy to discard when you grow tired of me."

Coy said, "I'd never -"

"You had me kill your brother. Your own flesh-and-blood. You really think I would trust you with my life? You told me how valuable those diamonds are. Why should I let you have them? Instead, I will sell them and make this tribe wealthy. I will go to America as a rich Chief. One who deserves respect."

"Kid -"

"Enough. I have the three strongest white men in the jungle under my control. You three are mine to do with what I will. And I choose to enjoy it to the fullest extent."

Moments later warriors emerged pushing two other white men. It was Nick and Jerry Banton. Kwesi's first act had been to round them up to remove them as a potential threat. The two younger Bantons had been stripped naked and obviously in a fight. The two had put up a tremendous struggle, but were no match for six warriors. Nick and Jerry were forced to their knees beside Coy.

Kwesi smiled. He said, "Make that five white men to do with as I please. With so many riches at my feet, I am in control. If any of you displease me, I will kill you without hesitation and still have four others at my disposal."

The five naked white men were forced to their feet. One by one harnesses were slipped over their heads. These harnesses were tightened around their necks. Large limbs rested on their shoulders and stuck out to the side. The warriors released each man's hands, only to retie them to the extending limbs.

The men's ankles were tied to separators that prevented all but slow, simple movement. Chief Kwesi was taking no chances. The five white men were led around the village, displayed for all to see. The elders applauded their new Chief for his strength. The white men were taken outside of the village area to a secluded glen where the tribe's warriors were waiting.

Kwesi stood before the assembled warriors tribe and said, "We are free! Free of the tyranny of white men!" Cheers. "These men will serve us well. They will work in the mines during the day, in our beds at night and when we grow tired of them, they will be auctioned off to our neighboring tribes." Cheers.

For many months, the five white men were worked hard - both in the mines and in the warriors' beds. None of them could count the number of times they had been fucked mercilessly by the young bucks of the tribe. They were fed from a trough, shackled, moved around in a collar and leash. Their bodies became even more ripped as they built their muscles and ate mostly protein. Their skin was tanned all over, save for where their bonds were. The stripes of white skin against their deep tans were a sobering reminder of their plight. It was certainly not the end any of them expected. Despite all the torutre, all five men remained focused on one day escaping. Although Kwesi owned their bodies, he was unable to take their minds.

After months of captivity, all five were told they had been "bought" by white men. When the day of the trade came, the five men were transported to a small clearing, placed in iron cages and payment was transferred. The five men were carried far from the village. When they emerged at the camp of their purchasers, Tarzan was shocked. He stared into the face of his uncle.

The cage was unlocked and Tarzan stumbled out. His uncle hugged him. He said, "It wasn't easy young man, but you're free." Tarzan was overwhelmed. Korak was also freed.

Tarzan pointed at the Bantons and said, "Leave them locked up."

Tarzan's uncle replied, "We know all about Mr. Banton and his brothers. But we simply couldn't leave any man as a prisoner of that tribe. He and his brothers are wanted men. They deserve a trial and a fair judgement. We plan to turn them in at Kairobi City. The reward will make up for the price we paid to free them."

The group camped out and traveled to Kairobi City where they could catch travel back to the mainland. Tarzan looked longingly back at the jungle. His uncle placed a hand on his shoulder and said, "You've made a lot of enemies in the jungle, John. They were lined up to get you. It wasn't an easy negotiation. I'm afraid that neither you nor Korak can ever go back. I gave my word I would take you away forever. It was the only way Chief Kwesi would agree."

Tarzan nodded. He would honor his uncle's word, as would Korak. As their ship started down the river, Tarzan was no more. He would have to find a new life as John Greystoke in the urban jungle of London.

THE END