O’Melissokomos
The Bee Keeper

Dar's Turn (mm oral anal bond fant celeb rape)

A sequel to Tarzan and the Snare of the Witchdoctor

by Wolfpek

Part 1

The hawk's warning was confusing at best: "Stay away from the sacred stones."

He was Dar, the Beastmaster. There was no place in the jungle he should fear to go. "An evil witchdoctor... a scientist...selling the Great Beast?" He could not get a clear message. Something was wrong. In fact, all of his communication with the animals seemed, well, scrambled. One thing, however, was very clear. There was mischief afoot surrounding the cloying Witchdoctor inhabiting the enchanted grove.

He was Dar. He had nothing to fear, and that was where he would go. With a deep breath expanding his magnificent chest, he strode through the forest to investigate.

The dappled light of the forest played upon the golden muscles of the noble savage. Only his bone necklace, armband, dagger sheath around his thick thigh and teasingly brief loincloth protected him from vulnerable nudity. In some tantalizing way, these seemed to highlight his uncovered ripe flesh. From the rounded lightly haired calves, up to the widening thighs, maddeningly naked hips, washboard abs, lats as wide as the savannah, and mountainous pecs we may consider his minimal attempt at modesty only a decoration of his proud nudity.

As he approached the grove, he came to a clearing wherein a number of beasts were trapped and caged. Some smaller such as the gazelles were dead. A caged leopard was nearly so with a trap still affixed to its leg. None of these animals communicated their thoughts to him except for a python that a noose tightly wrapped below its jaws. This animal could communicate very clearly. "Dar...sssss... helpsss... usss... Dar. They have taken my offsssspring."

"Who? Who has done this to you?"

"The Witchdoctor... Heee isss ss-selling all the beasssts to the Sscientissst... I know a way to ss-stop them. Free me and I will ss-shhhow you."

Dar did not fear or mistrust the beasts. Even the snakes regarded this powerful warrior as their protector. Of course he bent, the loincloth riding up exposing the lower curves of the delicious glutes, to free the serpent.

"Sss-thank you. You haave no ideaa of the wonndefull giffft you haave givven usssss."

The snake suddenly slithered around the heroe's V-shaped torso and latched its fangs into the tender flesh of Dar's inviting right nipple. Dar could only watch in shock as the snake morphed into the skulking remotely human form of the Witchdoctor, the now human fangs still biting into the right nipple as the free hand injected the left nipple with an oversized syringe.

He stood to pull away from the wrinkled gremlin wrapped obscenely wrapped around his heroic torso, only to stagger weakly as he fell under the power of the wizened fiend.

The syringe, a gift from the helpful Dr. Nefario, contained a powerful sedative that would allow even the feeblest pervert to capture any virile stud.

"W-why...?"

The sorcerer gently stroked the straw colored hair of the stud he was riding to the ground. "Why?!! Why, look at you, my helpless hunk. How could I not want to rape this delicious body and make a fortune at the same time? I have sold you to my dear friend Dr. Nefario, and you will join your friend, Tarzan, in his laboratory."

Dar's mind was swirling Rape!? How could this be? He is a man. The thought of men having sex with men was new and repulsive to his mind. How could this drooling ancient have defeated him so? He was Dar!

Blackness closed in the corners of his eyes and into his mind. He fell face down draped over a stone unconscious with his ass upward at the mercy of the skeletal wizard.

The Witchdoctor stood back to appraise his conquest and chuckled, exposing the few pointy teeth left in his mouth. There was something about an unconscious man that made his dick rigid--so at peace, so unaware, oblivious and vulnerable to all of the horrible things that would be done to him.

This drug would last quite a while, but he wanted to take no chances this time after almost losing Tarzan. He bound Dar's thick wrists and ankles painfully tight and kicked him brutally over face up in the dirt. "Gods, those man tits are unbelievable." That peacefully sleeping face with the square, noble jaw lips slightly parted, Dar lay face down his own puny deformed body rubbing, slithering over the perfect and still form. Forcing his tongue deep between the parted lips into a suffocating kiss. Kissing and biting down the column of the throat, nuzzling the cleft between the pectorals, and again nursing on those peaked nipples, he followed the treasure trail down to the light wisps of hair that sprout just above the loincloth.

Impatiently, he ripped away the offending garment, sniffing, nuzzling and licking it until he tied it, another trophy to join Tarzan's, around his neck.

Dar's cock was a challenge. Could one take that fully into one's mouth without gagging? Thick and long, it was a test of his abilities to look forward to, but he must again cast a spell.

He wrapped his unconscious prey in a fishing net, another precaution and pulling him to a seated position by the hair leverages the passed-out naked muscle man over his shoulder, the webbing biting diamond shaped into the bronzed flesh. An unconscious hero was a joy of life, but an unconscious, nude, bound hero being carried helpless and limp over the shoulder of an evil nemesis was ecstasy. Dar's ass was like a ripe apple perfectly round and exceedingly bitable. Confined, as it was, within the net riding securely over the hunched shoulder of the Witchdoctor, there was nothing to prevent that very thing, or anything else from happening to it.

The Witchdoctor laughed evilly as he carried his slumbering prize toward its destruction.

Part 2

Savoring the juicy round ripeness of the asscheek riding against its will over his shoulder, the sniveling ghoul reluctantly lay his somnolent catch across the bloodstained slab that was the scene of Tarzan's defilement. Resisting the urge to rape the lights out of the knockout stud right there, he spread him lewdly across the stone. He must prepare him for Dr. Nefario. Beginning a breathless chant, he lifted his bloody dagger high above his head.

Dar awakened to find himself laid out face up and naked, the rough hewn stone of the altar biting into his back, his arms and legs hanging heavily over the sides of the slab. With considerable difficulty he managed to raise himself to a sitting position. He was on the altar in the center of the standing stones. To his awakening eyes, there seemed to be a haze covering everything outside the stones slightly blurring all of the cages animals surrounding the sacred site. Only one cage was empty, with a sort of window cut into one side and a grinning Witchdoctor seated on top casually swirling some dried herbs into a morbid cup shaped like a human skull.

"Did you sleep well my beauty? I hope so. You're going to need your rest."

The animals began to slowly emerge from their cages. As they moved, they passed inexplicably from animal to human form. They were the Witchdoctor's henchmen. Dar was too stunned and groggy to speak.

"You see, my dear Beastmaster, I enjoy the new found power to magically transform humans into animals. You may have been wondering why you have been unable to communicate with your beastly friends recently. I am sorry to say that they are gone, sold to collectors and researchers, as you have been, and replaced by my spies whose thoughts you cannot read unless, of course, I wish it."

He remembered now. This puny troll had promised to rape him... and SELL him!! He had stolen all of his friends from the forest. Rage began to grow from deep within.

"You... twisted... fag! You will never control me!"

"You underestimate my powers, great hero. I have a way to make you totally compliant." His cackling laugh chilled the hero's heart, and rage took complete control. He rushed off of the stone to kill his nemesis.

As he passed between two of the sacred dolmans, he found himself brought to an abrupt halt by a sticky webbing. He strained every bulging muscle to break it but only became more entangled as the Withdoctor's eyes tore from hysterical laughter.

"This web is made from your own essence; it draws from your strength. You can never free yourself from your own power."

He sensed another movement on the webbing and turned to see a sight out of nightmare.

Part 3

It was the size of a small man, but not a man, and no, not a spider. He recognized every genus and phylum of spider, and while this had aspects of many, it seemed more a patchwork of spiders and human being...even more horrible, as it spindled toward him it seemed to morph a leering human face without losing its mandible pincers.

"Dar, allow me to present your master; Dr. Nefario. He has been enjoying my morphing spells and insisted to take this form for today's festivities. Tarzan has had to become accustomed to these games, as will you"

Dar was repulsed to see an unusually large but human shaped cock covered with spiking hairs growing from the underbelly of the arachnid. He struggled wildly and managed to free one arm. As he reached for the dagger strapped to his thigh, the creature pounced, pulling back the free arm and wrapping the seven hair legs lewdly around the sinuous torso of the struggling hero.

"That was an impressive display of strength," lisped the monster into his ear. "However, I feel that you are entirely too conscious for our own safety." He sank his fangs into a heaving peck, and the straining muscles once again relaxed into limpness.

The spidery limbs enclosed on the unconscious naked hunk carrying him, head lolling backwards lost in sleep, up into the web. Spinning out more of the sticky material, he formed Dar and the webbing into a sling, pulling the tree trunk thighs wide apart to lewdly expose the tender brown pucker, which he lowered level with the waiting head of the Witchdoctor.

Keeping the hairy black exoskeleton, and four spidery limbs the panting Scientist morphed into a more recognizable human form. Using his extra limbs to hover above his victim trapped in the sling, he allowed the massive hair covered cock to lay heavily in the deep cleft between the pendulous pectorals pointing toward the stud's growing cock, which he took fully into his fanged mouth. As the spider-maw pistoned onto the captive cock, and the huge cock rubbed onto the massive chest, the Witchdoctor's tongue ws inexorably drawn to the inviting exposed pucker. Slurping deeply into the moist quivering hole, he took occasional breaks to chew away the curly blond pubes that encircled it, leaving it naked and bald. From somewhere deep within his unconscious, the ravished stud began to moan, the tender skin between his hard buttocks raw and red from the insistent licking and probing, spidery precum pooling on his lower belly, a burning ache swells from the base of his cock between bladder and stem growing up toward the bobbing spider head. The repulsive villains defilement of his most private places was more than his body can bear. His hips arched upward. Even in his dream he felt his soul gather into his loins and spurt from his spasming cock in warm streams eagerly caught into the skull goblet and stirred into his own blood by the trembling Witchdoctor who held it up to the mouth of his spidery colleague who greedily gulped it down as if dying of thirst. Throwing aside the cup, he repositioned himself to face to face with his new slave. Holding the heavy sleeping head in his human hand, he forced a very human tongue far down the throat of the unresisting hero--a rapist's kiss.

The extra spider limbs wrapped suffocatingly around his manly frame His spider legs pushed the legs even further apart he looked down at the exposed hole and smiled. Beautiful.

The Beastmaster's eyes opened wide as the long hairy cock ripped past his sphincter and began to piston-rape his hole. Unable to bear the pain, his consciousness was short lived, and his anal muscles are taught to relax and accept the pounding thrusts. Limp arms fell from their silken bonds, a limp head bobbled back and forth with this insistent and incessant pounding.

The drumming of the henchmen intensified, thunder cracked in the sky, the oversized dick exploded within the raped asshole, a victim's dick exploded simultaneously, and another spell was completed.

The victorious monster retreated into the web to watch the Witchdoctor's even lager member take its turn. The stretching the hole beyond all imaginable limits, leaving a gaping exposed cavern.

The human spider once again shot a long web leaving Dar hanging head downward, mummified in tight webbing and only leaving his ass, cock, pectorals, and head exposed to the night breeze. The Beastmaster began to rouse and move slightly.

The creature slid down to stand beside its lewdly bound prey. "I think you should sleep through the night, before I cage you and take you home to join Tarzan." He bore his fangs and sank them deep into a ripe round asscheek. The hunk again hung still.

The Scientist loosened his grip from his new possession to turn and pay the Witchdoctor. "Thank you once again my dear friend. I owe my impressive collection to you. As is my custom, I will leave him to your henchmen's pleasure for the night before I bring him home." They shook hands and laughed.

In the moonlight, the obscenely bound Beastmaster, his cock still dripping, his hole still oozing cum, green venom seeping from the puncture wounds in his glutes spinned slowly in his web.

END

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