Jungle Lord

     The sun beamed on Tarzan as he began to wake.  His smooth, tight, defined, muscular body glistened in the sunlight as if the sun itself enjoyed touching his body with its rays.  He laid there for several moments thinking about the journey he had made the previous day.  He had come to this part of Africa to accept the challenge from King Matsuenze to wrestle his local champion.  He had sent messages to the King letting him know when he would arrive and now he was just a few miles from the village.  Tarzan had accepted the challenge so he had spent yesterday traveling through the jungle stopping to visit with his animal friends and with many of the villagers that he knew along the way.  Tarzan was often called the golden ape man by the local villagers who had known of him since his days as a young boy moving through the jungle with the great apes.  They talked about the champion of King Matsuenze but Tarzan had learn to wrestle with the large apes so he feared no man.  At 6’2, 225 pounds, he was strong, fast and ready for any challenge.  He dove into the nearby river for a quick swim and as he got out, he stood in the sun to warm and dry his body.  He tightened his loin cloth that accented well his chiseled frame and lay nicely on his firm bubble butt.  Once dry, he began the last leg of his journey to the King’s village.

     As he arrived at the outskirts of the village, the drums announced his presence.  He watched as the people gathered around, greeting him as he made his way to the King’s hut.  He noticed the wrestling area that had been prepared and wondered if the champion would be with the King.  Arriving at the King’s hut, he was greeted by the King and his tribal council.  The King welcomed Tarzan to his village and talked about the strength of his champion.  The King asked if Tarzan would remain in the village after the match even if he lost.  Tarzan laughed and told the King that he had no intention of losing but whatever the outcome, he would be happy to spend the night with his friends.  The council elder brought forth a cup of sacred water for each man to drink in front of the people to signal their friendship.  As he drank from the cup, Tarzan wondered where the champion was.  The council elder then gave the signal to move to the wrestling area.  It was a piece of jungle that had been cleared so that the two could wrestle.  Soon the drums sounded the arrival of the champion and Tarzan watched as this large, dark, ebony figure made his way toward the area.  When he got closer Tarzan looked him over carefully.  Mumba stood 6’7 and weighed around 300 pounds.  He was muscular with a huge upper body and thick well formed thighs.  Tarzan appreciated his well built silk ebony body but had no fear in taking him on as he remembered the big apes he had learned wrestling from.  He readied for the battle.

     Soon the elder gave the signal for them to start and as Tarzan moved in, Mumba came at him with his arms lifted high in the air waiting to hook up.  Tarzan came in and locked his fingers into Mumba’s and then both men’s bodies were pushing back against each other.  Tarzan felt the strength of Mumba’s body as it pushed him back but he countered holding his own.  Soon Tarzan managed to break free grabbing Mumba in a tight side headlock.  He held him close as he worked the headlock grinding it in hard and tight as he led the big man around.  Several times Mumba tried to break free but Tarzan kept him locked in grinding it in all the harder.  Finally, Mumba lifted Tarzan up and holding him high executed a belly to back suplex driving the ape man’s back into the ground.  Tarzan released the hold as they hit the ground and yelled as his back arched hard and he rolled over.  Before he was able to get to his feet, Mumba was on him with powerful arm smashes to his lower back forcing Tarzan to the ground.  He then came down with hard alternating knee and elbow drops to his back.  With each blow Tarzan’s body contorted almost in half from the power of his blows.  Tarzan screamed in pain as every nerve in his lower back exploded in pain.  Mumba then reached down and grabbing his legs twisted his body over into a tight boston crab.  Bending Tarzan’s in half, Mumba leaned back into the hold positioning himself on Tarzan’s firm bubble butt.  Tarzan screamed in pain as he tried to lift up and power out of the hold.  Each time he tried to lift up, Mumba bounced on his butt adding to the pain and forcing Tarzan back to the ground.  Mumba laughed and harassed the Jungle Lord as he bent his body further back seeming to gain strength as his victim screamed in pain.  After several minutes of torturing Tarzan in the crab, Mumba released the hold and got up flexing for the crowd, he strutted around making disparaging remarks about Tarzan.  He then moved back toward Tarzan who by now had gotten to his knees.  As he reached him, Tarzan moved at him with a hard head butt to his gut, followed by another.  Then jumping up, he crotch lifted the tribe’s champion and holding him high paraded around before slamming him to the ground in a hard body slam. 

     As he crashed to the ground, Mumba yelled out in pain as his big black muscular body arched in pain.  Tarzan was immediately upon him wrapping his legs around his head in a hard fig 4 headlock.  Mumba struggled trying to pry off Tarzan’s legs but Tarzan flexed his muscular thighs tightening the hold and forcing Mumba to the ground.  Tarzan grabbed his leg pulling it in tight as he added pressure to the hold.  He leaned back and watched as Mumba struggled to break free.  He flexed his muscular thighs hoping to cut off the large man’s wind and put him out.  Mumba struggled fighting to get out of the hold his face reddening as his breathing was cut off.  Finally, moving both of their bodies over on their stomachs, Mumba flexed his large guns and with a scream managed to pry Tarzan’s feet apart.  He rolled over and got to his feet shaking his head out and taking in keep gulps of hair.  Meanwhile, Tarzan got up and took time to stretch out his lower back as he moved back in toward Mumba.  Tarzan came in at Mumba who appeared to be ignoring the ape man but instead as Tarzan got close managed a hard kick to the ape man’s gut.  Tarzan immediately went to his knees grabbing his gut as he heaved trying to get his wind.  Mumba moved to the ape man and rained a series of hard arm smashes to his head and back body.  He then grabbed him by the hair and jerked him up lifting him up over his head and after holding him high dropped him down across his knee in a gut buster.  Tarzan rolled around the ground holding his gut as he tried to get air.  Mumba grabbed the young Jungle Lord and came down with hard knee drops to his gut.  Tarzan rolled up in a ball holding his gut as he gasped trying to get air.  Mumba then grabbed the ape man’s hair and jerking him up, lifted him over his shoulders into a torture rack.  He bounced the muscular Jungle Lord up and down on his huge shoulders as he paraded him around the field in front of the villagers.  Tarzan screamed as he tried to pry Mumba’s hands from his chin.  Every nerve in his young body seemed to be alive with pain as his back bent in half over Mumba’s large muscular shoulders.  Mumba bounced him savagely as he stood in the middle of the field and then dropped his foe in front of him.   Tarzan lay there almost motionless as his large foe flexed over him.  Then Mumba reached down and ripped Tarzan’s loin cloth from him exposing the ape man’s well rounded butt.  With almost a sinister smile on his face, he reached down and slowly jerked the Jungle Lord up into his arms into a hard tight bear hug.  Tarzan screamed in pain as he felt Mumba’s arms close around him constricting his body like an anaconda coils around its prey.  However, each time he screamed, Mumba only tightened his hug even more.  He began to jerk the young Jungle Lord back and forth, up and down as he flexed and crushed him.  He flexed his huge guns as he shook Tarzan like he was a rag doll and strutted around with his victim tangling in his arms.  Tarzan tried to push back on Mumba’s chin but as he did, Mumba only shook him more violently flexing and squeezing, flexing and squeezing the naked prey in his arms.  Mumba felt the young stud’s naked flesh being crushed into him and felt his own cock getting hard as he squeezed the ape man.  Tarzan’s arms flailed as his body was shaken back and forth, his head tossed back as his body struggled to get air.  Soon his body began to go limp in the black man’s arms and Mumba feeling his resistance weaken stood still and began to more violently shake and crush his naked victim.  Soon, Tarzan’s body began to go completely limp as it hung in the large black man’s grasp.  Tarzan knew he could take no more and finally signaled his submission. Mumba gave one large scream as he squeezed Tarzan a final time dropping his broken body at his feet and raising his hands in victory. 

     The tribe erupted in celebration of their champion’s defeat of the Jungle Lord.  Meanwhile, Tarzan slowly got to his feet and putting on his loin cloth acknowledged the victory and congratulated both the King and Mumba on the victory.  The King laughed and told him that there may be future wrestling tournaments where the Jungle Lord would have to savor defeat at the hands of his champions.  Tarzan smiled and told the King that he would be ready for any champion the King had including fighting Mumba again.  Meanwhile, Mumba thought of how he would like to have his way with the white Jungle Lord as he watched Tarzan walk away with the King.  There would be another day.