Tarzan and the Snare of the Witchdoctor (mm oral anal bond celeb fant rape mc)
by Wolfpek
Part 1
The rooftops of the primeval forest stirred in an invisible breeze, but what parted the leaves was the sculpted form of a man. Not just a man. This was Tarzan, Lord of the Jungle. Sinewy muscles flexed and rippled as he gracefully swang from vine to vine. He wore only a heavy necklace made of the teeth of a rabid lion he had killed in hand to hand combat, his massive biceps and triceps encircled by metal bands. A leather band secured a sheathed dagger on his upper right thigh, and a small skin loincloth which only just covers his heavy thick manhood and perfectly round muscled ass, the lean hips completely nude. His rugged brow and square jaw set with the effort of swinging from vine to vine, cautiously making his way toward the domain of the Witchdoctor.
He had grappled with this gnarled sorcerer before and knew he must approach with care. The Witchman's magic was as formidable as his treachery. He learned that the Witchdoctor had been collecting rare specimens of the local fauna and selling them to a sadistic collector, who conducts unethical experiments. Last night, he overheard two of the wizard's henchman discussing his latest plot and gathered a cryptic bit of information. They said that the Witchdoctor had been paid a fortune for a cage containing the rarest and most dangerous beast in the jungle.
There were many unsavory types who inhabited this region, but no other would sink so low as to capture and sell of the animals and resources of this forest to avaricious foreigners. This betrayal of the code of the jungle must not go unanswered. As much as he was repulsed by the very sight of the evil mage and wary of his powers, it fell to Tarzan to save this beast and bring its captor to justice. He had put a stop to such plans before and always showed mercy to the Witchdoctor out of respect for his position in his tribe. The way the leathery skinned ancient had leered at him always left him sickened. Now he would not show mercy. The sorcerer had gone too far.
As he came within sight of the village and compound ruled by his quarry, he found it heavily guarded by the Withdoctor's oversized henchmen. This would not be easy; the Witchdoctor, who had always hated and feared Tarzan, had sent many of these giants to defeat him. They had always failed to the superior strength of the studly hero.
Like a predatory animal, he selected an unwary guard who had separated himself from the group first. Silently, he dispatched the 7-foot, 250-pound giant with a sleeper hold. One down, at least 20 of these oversized monsters to go. He managed to take two more out of commission before losing the advantage of surprise. He did not like to kill unnecessarily. After a long battle he has managed to subdue all of the henchmen without fatality. Leaving them bleeding, bound or fled, Tarzan finally approached past the frightened villagers to his enemy's hut.
A sniveling, emaciated figure emerged on its knees, covered in tattoos, beads and bone jewelry, a bone through his nose, and despite spindly extremities, a sizeable potbelly. The most disturbing aspect of this vision was its member, a deformity really, dragging past the knees on the ground wrinkled grapefruit-sized balls behind it almost three times as thick as the spindly arms raised in supplication, the complicated feather headdress flowing in the slight breeze.
"Please O Great White Hunter, Lord of the Jungle... mercy. We must make some small sacrifices in order for my followers to survive," lied the disturbingly high pitched voice. "Mercy O Great One... mercy."
In spite of his pale blond hair, there was nothing "pretty" about our jungle hero. Too many years of hard fighting to maintain his position of jungle king had made him nothing but a hard-edged archetype of virility. His cold gray eyes narrowed, and his square stubble covered jaw set in contempt. "There are plenty of resources for your village to live on without selling the beasts of the jungle. You have betrayed the code of the jungle to satisfy your own greed, Witchdoctor... and you must pay. Stand aside."
Skeletal arms encircled the massive calf of the jungle hero, as he dragged the pleading magician toward the hut. Annoyed, he kicked the supplicant aside into the dung and spat in disgust. "I said, stand aside." He ripped the bead entranceway aside and stepped inside to find the cage that was only waist high, just enough room for a crouching man, with a square cut away from the bars on one side. It was empty.
"Where is this rare, dangerous beast?" the hero roared as he felt a stinging pain in his neck and clutched the dart embedded into his bruised flesh.
The chuckling Withdoctor lowered a blowpipe and watched the muscleman begin to stagger. "I am looking right at it. Thank you for so perfectly falling into my trap. I have been paid an enormous sum of money for you. I will satisfy my greed... and a lot more."
Tarzan knew what was infecting him--a very light narcotic. It did not put the victim to sleep; it merely paralyzed for a short period. While the mind remained completely aware, the victim had no control at all over its body. He slumped over the cage exposing the golden lower curves of his barely covered ass, which the Withdoctor cupped lightly before rolling his prey over face up, bending him back painfully over the top of the cage and stretching the massive man's tits up toward the gloating pervert.
"Y-you will... n-never hold... me long, " mumbled Tarzan as he struggled to maintain consciousness.
"Oh, I know that, my helpless beauty. That is why I will cast a spell to make to a more... shall we say... cooperative specimen in your new master's collection."
Long tentacle like fingers began to roam lightly of the long yearned for body, and Tarzan's mind began to perceive what this drooling insect might have in store for him, as he realized that these roaming hands were touching him in a way that he might touch his woman. How was it possible that a male would touch another male this way? The very concept made him want to retch, and yet these clammy extremities continued to lovingly cup his buttocks and roam up to his breasts. He felt the few pointy teeth left in the mouth of his attacker close around his left nipple and begin to nibble, pull and suckle.
The Witchdoctor began to shiver with the excitement of finally touching this fantasy that has ached within his dreams since appearing in his domain. He was surprised and delighted to learn that there was nothing on Tarzan's body that was in any way soft. Every muscle was so defined with strain that even the buttocks... no, especially the buttocks... did not give to the touch. It was so hard, so strong--like fondling smooth, warm rock. No wonder none of his minions had been able to defeat him.
Unable to believe he finally had succeeded, he ripped away the loincloth with one tug. Reverently he held it over his face and inhaled the masculine aroma deeply, slowly, licking both small pieces of animal skin. He hung his new trophy around his neck and looked down. Tarzan's cock was, well, beautiful. Even though it fell nearly to the top of the knee and was unusually fat, it did not seem out of proportion to the sculpted body it was a part of. He took it in his hand enjoying its heaviness and stroked it lightly. He leaned close into the lightly parted lips of this prone hunk and whispered tauntingly, "Our Jane is going to miss having this to play with. I will send her a message to say that we just had to keep it for ourselves." With that he plunged his tongue past those full lips and well down that manly throat.
There was no longer any doubt in Tarzan's mind of the fate in store for him if he could not call back control of his body. He strained his mind to command his muscles, but the potion held him still. The shame of being so defeated and molested by this effeminate worm was more than his pride can bear.
Part 2
Well aware of the need for haste, the wizened ancient reluctantly unhanded his charge. It was time now for a journey that wet his dreaming cot nightly. "Come, O Great Lord of the Jungle, I must cast my spell." He threw the helpless stud over one shoulder, his skeletal arm encircling one massive upper thigh and stepped out into the late afternoon light.
What the Withdoctor's subjects saw made their mouths dry with desire, and every man fist his dick desperately. Here was the mighty Tarzan, Lord of the Jungle, who had defeated the strongest men and beasts of the jungle. This great and beautiful hero was now hanging helpless and limp, like prey hanging from the mouth of a lion, over the hunched shoulder of his wizened nemesis. Those great forearms swinging slightly with the labored movements of his captor, the knuckles nearly grazing the ground, the tree trunk legs swaying with the same motion, an emaciated arm wrapped possessively around the curved upper thigh.
The ass. Those perfectly round solid globes of muscle, they had all, for years, strained to glimpse barely hidden under the loincloth. That delicious ass slung so very helplessly... exposed... finally nude for all to see over that evil shoulder next to the leering skull-like face of the evil Witchdoctor and being carried to its unspeakable doom.
The very thought of what the leering villain would do to that ass made some of the henchman cum and others jump to action. Still bloody from their humiliation at the hands of this luscious stud exposed to them, the three largest and most sinister of the
Withdoctor's henchman blocked his path. "We deserve payment for helping you capture the jungle king"
"I told you, as soon as I receive payment from Dr. Nefario, you will receive compensation."
"No... We want that ass; we want it NOW!"
Tarzan could feel the many lustful eyes latched on to his naked ass and prayed for the potion to wear off.
The Withcdoctor was annoyed. He knew that at any moment the naked hunk so secure in his grasp could awake and kill them all while these greedy fools try to steal him from him.
"Very well, you will get what you deserve." He spied a tree stump lying in the center of the village. He draped the limp muscleman face down over the rough surface, barely able, himself, to resist falling on those golden round glutes presented so beautifully before him.
Tarzan understood that unless he escaped, this would be a usual position for him. The jungle sorcerer drew a circle in the dust around the contested prize and whispered an incantation.
"All you have to do is step through the circle and claim it," he sneered, and a battle ensued as the angry henchman struggled for the right to take their lustful revenge on the helpless hero like jackals warring over a bloody kill. After a long and fatal struggle, a winner emerged. His dick hardened to impossible proportions, he strode toward his goal as he stepped into the circle. Tarzan heard a scream behind him.
The evil witchman kicked the head swallowed up to its neck by the earth as a line of fire ants approached from the jungle. "Does anyone else care to challenge my powers? This ass belongs to me! And we will all benefit from the sale of our jungle king here! Who else will come forward?" Cowed by the screams of the buried henchman, the rest fell back. Lifting the naked stud by the hair, the Witchdotor once again draped the muscleman enticingly over his shoulder, and with one hand cupping a lusciously presented buttock, continued toward his goal. The Witchdoctor had meant to savor this part. How he had longed to carry this manly warrior ass slung over his shoulder just like this. The rippling muscles of the torso resting against his back, the cock trapped between his bony shoulder and the victims's abs. But now, because of this foolish interruption he had to hurry. His minions followed a respectable distance behind, the villain and hero reached a bald hilltop the apex of which, surrounded by stone monoliths, was found a blood stained sacrificial alter in front of some hideous and voracious stone deity. This was a place of ancient and potent magic. He lovingly laid his virile quarry across the rough and bloody stone, as he stepped back to enjoy the sight of the meaty feast before him, he found himself, instead lying in the dust several feet away his mind reeling from the devastating blow that had sent him there.
The hero had awakened and was standing on the altar head thrown back huge fists beating savagely on those mountainous pectorals--and he was angry to have been captured and humiliated by a weak and sniveling insect, and to have been violated by this disgusting creature. It was time for the Witchdoctor to die.
Part 3
Struggling to a crouching position, the desperate Witchdoctor's mind raced. Because of his greedy minions, he would not only lose this Adonis, but probably his life as well. Had he gambled all and lost?
Tarzans's movements were still slightly slowed. The potion was not completely worn off. There was still one last chance. He began to chant a spell he hoped was strong enough.
Tarzan spied a vine out of the corner of his eye, he could swing down to destroy his enemy, as he reached for it, it seemed to reach back to him. Something was wrong! Whip-like, the vine wrapped around his thick wrist and bulging forearm, his other arm snapped backward trapped in the same manner by a vine that seemed to appear from nowhere. Two more around his ankles yanked him off of his feet. He found himself once again face up on the altar his arms painfully stretched up and back down the sides of the altar, his heaving pectorals forced upwards, his legs pulled to the corners of the slab.
The potion still had sufficient hold on him that he was unable to break these clinging, inexplicably living bonds. Stretched out upon the rough slab, his lion's tooth necklace, bronze armbands and dagger sheath accentuating his nudity. To his shame, his impressive exposed member started coming to stiff attention.
Cautiously, his leering nemesis slithered toward the beefy feast laid out on the slab. "Leaving so soon? But the party was just beginning," A spider-like hand crawled up the rippling abdominals and painfully pinched a tender nipple, the other hand wiped the gob of spit landed into his eye by his defiant prisoner.
"You sick perverted freak! I will kill you for this!"
"Oh I don't think so my delicious friend. You see, my spell is going to make you much more polite soon." Another vine wrapped itself around the thick neck of the prey to prevent further annoyance. A heavy papery substance was slapped down roughly across the heaving torso. "Here is the balance of the payment I owe you my friend. You have done well, he is more beautiful than I could have ever imagined."
Tarzan will never know the fortune that has been laid on his body but understood it was the price of his freedom. He strained his bound neck to see a terrifying sight. The Witchdoctor had a twin! He had the same small hunched stature, the same oversized hairless head, the impossibly long bony fingers, beady eyes, and leering grin. Only this version of his nemesis had pasty white with thick spectacles and a lab coat.
"Tarzan, may I present your master: Dr. Nefario," chuckled the crafty sorcerer, stuffing the wad of money into his pouch. "He is conducting a series of experiments on male sexuality and has paid an astronomical sum of money for you. So we have to make sure that you will be obedient."
Smiling beneficently at his new possession, Dr. Nefario spoke, his voice was unusually high pitched and cracked. "The cost of my experiments will be defrayed by my ability to prostitute you. As I see you now, I think I should recoup my losses in a very short time and perhaps turn a tidy profit."
The man of science and the man of magic stood together gloating over the helpless man of muscle naked and struggling against his bonds. A minion of the Witchdoctor approached with a tray bearing a hollowed out human skull affixed to a golden stem to form a goblet, a vial of oil, dried herbs and a ceremonial dagger.
"And now, my ravishing warrior, it is time to begin my spell." The magician's henchman began pounding out a steady rhythm on their drum. Chanting, he removed a feather from his headdress and began to paint the straining muscles with the oil. The feather tickled along the unprotected rib cage along the obliques and down to tease the stiffening cock. Dr. Nefario, shivering with pent up desire, suckled and chewed the eraser shaped nipples; his wildly roaming hands rubbed the oil over every shinning muscle. The witchdoctor motioned him away and raised his dagger high over the writhing oiled muscleman. With a primal shout, he lowered it to make a deep incision under the heaving left nipple and held the goblet under the flow of blood. The enraged apeman growled in response. At a half full goblet, he rubbed some herbs into the wound that instantly closed, he and set the goblet aside. Forcing apart the upper thighs, he took the hero's now rigid member into his mouth as the Scientist straddled the massive torso and rubbed his own deformed cock, pale twin to the Witchdoctor's, into the deep cleavage between the massive pectorals.
Straining with every bulging muscle against his bonds, Tarzan began to feel his very self gather into his throbbing loins now held prisoner past the scattered, pointed teeth and deep deeper into the throat of the bobbing troll head engulfing his manhood, the surprisingly long tongue of the Scientist sliding over his flawless torso, choking his own throat, pincer-like fingers painfully twisting at his nipples. He felt his very soul being milked from his ravished body. The increasing beat of the drums called him down the Withchdoctor's throat. Down, down drums in his ear carried him along with the steaming ropes of cum he cannot hold back from his aching cock now shooting into the goblet. He felt himself swirling into his own blood joining with the herbs and oil being mixed into the goblet as if he were steam rising from the potent mixture he sees himself being ravished by the evil black and white troll twins white hot ropes of cum still spewing form his spasming manhood. From far away, he heard his own voice, "N-Nooo... Aaghh!" He saw the enchanted vines forming a web to raise him above the altar, turn him over hand lower him, as flying face down toward the altar. One vine, forming a shelf about 2 feet above the slab, caught his lean hips and groin on the way down wrapping around the base of his unaccountably still hard cock. The massive hard globular glutes raised uncomfortably high the center of all attention helpless before the rapists closing in on it.
He remembered with horror the grotesquely oversized deformity the Withchdoctor had in place of a penis and writhed desperately against his bonds in a vain attempt to avoid a fate worse than death.
Both panting villains approached the prize. The liquid Tarzan felt the chanting sorcerer's finger dipped into the liquid and carried himself towards his own exposed brown hole. He felt himself enter his own body as he feels the sticklike finger enter his virgin hole coating the pebbled inside with the rank liquid.
Nefario interrupted. "My dear friend, I have brought my own magic potion that will heighten our beautiful friend's experience. Where I come from we call these 'poppers.'" He produced a small brown bottle. "May I?"
"Please do, my brother, it will not break the spell" One of the magically animated vines helpfully holds the bottle tightly to the victim's nostrils for the remainder of the ritual. Tarzan began to feel his heart like the drums pounding into his head. He arched his back displaying his ass even more for his captors and felt something cold and wet enter his brown pucker and slime its way into his bowels. His already hazy mind swirling in and out of his body was driven further into the haze by the powerful scent forced into his nostrils. He tried to struggle away from this perverted molestation but only bucked up onto the invading tongue.
Unable to stop himself, the Witchdoctor had dug his claws into the resistant flesh of the two succulent orbs and buried his face deep within the cleft between them. Drawing low moans from the helpless poppered stud, the emaciated wizard slurped and licked deep within the quivering pucker. How long had he dreamed of this meal? Meanwhile Dr. Nefario had crawled underneath and taken the fat cock completely into his mouth. The living snakelike vines slither around his writhing stud's body, two thorned suckers latched cruelly onto the luscious red brown nipples breaking into the tender flesh.
The sun sank to an anticipated point in between the monoliths sending a reddish beam onto the writhing body on the altar. The wizard pulled away resuming his chant. Greedily, he quaffed half of the fetid contents of the goblet and instructed the Scientist to finish the now bubbling brew. The mighty hunk felt himself consumed by his enemies.
The Witchdoctor stood on the slab above the moaning hunk. How long has he waited for this moment of conquest? The all powerful Tarzan, Lord of the Jungle, was at his mercy. "Now, O Great White Hunter. Now you are mine!" he roared, his now gigantic dripping cock casting a shadow over the undefended ass. Spittle and the mixture of blood, cum, and oil proved insufficient lubricant, as with one cruel thrust, he savagely invaded the helpless hole far past the sphincter to the very base of the cock crushing his own balls against the steely hard glutes.
Tarzan's scream could be heard to the far reaches of the jungle. The Tarzan bound on the altar felt a white-hot pain rip into his very center, while the Tarzan joined within the bodies of his rapist's experiences the ecstasy they feel as the Witchdoctor feverishly pounded into his defeated ass. He passes from consciousness. The muscular rag doll danced with every merciless thrust, head bouncing on the rough stone of the altar.
The Witchdoctor removed his massive bone from the ravaged hole and pulled a reluctant Scientist from the dripping heavy cock. The slithering vines now lifted the slowly awakening stud above the hideous twins who were standing face to face on the altar. The Witchdoctor held the identical enormous dicks together to form one nightmarish black and white column, as the vines spread the victim's tree trunk legs into a wide split, smaller vines snake into the dripping hole, thorns latching onto the sides of the ruined pucker pulling it wide. Tarzan came too as the vines released him to drop, unimpeded, impaling the ensnared stud on the two joined cocks.
Unable to bear the blinding pain, our hero again passed out, his limp head and arms rolled and bounced with every thrust. The Scientist facing him suckled intently on his bleeding nipples, and vines wrapped tightly around his shaft jacking it to an unbearable burning ache.
The drums reached a feverish pitch.
All three men exploded at once. Tarzan's essence, now part of the ropes of cum ripping into his bowels reentered his spasming body, leading the way for two uninvited spirits. Tarzan feels the bubbling cum, like the animated vines binding his limbs clamber up through his intestines, past his esophagus, upward, like a giant claw seize his brain, the wills of his tormentors forcing him back into a corner of his brain, raping his very soul as they did with his body, claiming complete control over his deepest self, his will to resist flowing from his body with the steaming ropes of cum still spurting from his cock into the thirsty gulping throat of Dr. Nefario.
Spent, he slumped back onto the stone slap resistant no more. The sniveling worms, who defeated him, congratulated each other over their virile conquest.
"Thank you Witchdoctor, I will never again doubt your power. My plane will depart tomorrow to carry my new cargo home. As a thank you to your henchman, they may have him for tonight. Tarzan."
Our hero heard his own voice respond without him, "Yes master."
"You will go to your cage now." Without his will, the naked muscleman rose slowly and walked to the cage, which has been brought to the sacred circle. He stepped inside and crouched on all fours, his still bleeding nipples to the floor, his perfect glutes pressed out through the window-like opening in the back for easy access to the long line of henchman already forming, eager to take their sweet revenge on the hero who had bested them so many times. The evil Scientist closed and locked the cage.
The Scientist and Witchdoctor stepped aside to watch as the first brute speared the ravaged hole producing a satisfy grunt from the defeated hero. "Unnnghh... uhhh"
The twisted twins smiled at each other and shook hands. "I cannot thank you enough my friend. I will miss you when I am home in the lab with my new slave"
"I invite you to return to us as soon as you are able, my brother." The Witchdoctor smiled his chillingly evil smile. "In fact, we have a new neighbor I am anxious for you to meet. Tell me, have you ever heard of a man named... Dar?"
The End