As Slayer carried Tarzan toward his tent, the young stud began to recover and as he did, he began to pound on Slayer’s back. Quickly, Slayer called his men to help him restrain the naked stud and soon Tarzan was secured, his feet barely touching the ground with his arms tied to the top of one of the bars, in a cage reserved for the larger animals that Slayer was capturing. His naked, chiseled, muscular frame struggled to break free, but the ropes were too strong and secure. Slayer’s warriors taunted the Jungle Lord as they raked their weapons along the cage’s bars, shouting that he would be theirs tomorrow. Soon Slayer appeared and looking at the young muscled stud, told him that if he promised to allow him to capture the animals that he needed, that he would allow him to go. Tarzan responded that he would fight him to the end. A smirk crossed Slayer’s face. “Then, Tarzan, tomorrow you will wrestle again and this time you will face my best warrior. And if you loose, you will become my slave.” He left laughing loudly so that his laugher could be heard throughout the camp. Tarzan struggled for a few minutes with the ropes but soon began to feel the chill of the night air. He tried to relax his body but between the occasional taunts from some of the warriors, the night’s chill, and his body straining against the ropes, he got little rest.

      The morning sun felt good against his body as its rays moved across his naked frame. He knew he would have to call upon every ounce of strength and courage he had, if he were going to have any chance at defeating Slayer’s warrior. Soon, several warriors came and let him down and moved him to an open area where all of Slayer’s men had assembled. They screamed and shouted at Tarzan as he came into the area, with many yelling that their champion would kill him. They untied Tarzan, and as he waited for Slayer to arrive, he tried stretching and loosing up. After a few minutes, the shouts of those gathered announced the arrival of Slayer. He took his place and looked at the young stud. “So, Tarzan, you chose to try to stop us. Now you will face my best warrior.” Then he pointed, and out into the clearing came a huge man they called Nuguma. He stood almost 8’ tall and weighed close to 450 lbs. He was not muscular but his mammoth body enveloped his giant frame. He pounded his chest as he slowly made his way to the center of the clearing and pointing to Tarzan made a gesture of breaking him in half. Slayer smiled and yelled for the match to begin.

      Tarzan slowly made his way out and circling he waited as Nuguma came toward him. He quickly darted around the big man who did not move fast. Getting behind him, Tarzan jumped up, hitting him with a hard drop kick to his back. Nuguma grunted and stumbled forward. Angry, he turned around and lifting his arms began to come again toward the Jungle Lord. Tarzan waited until he got fairly close and then, dove down and around him. This time as he got behind him, he delivered a series of hard kicks to his back and legs causing Nuguma to stagger. Again, Nuguma turned around and this time came running toward Tarzan, who waiting until the last minute, managed to dive through the giant’s legs. As he came up behind him, he gave him another hard drop kick to his back. Nuguma went to his knees and Tarzan immediately was on top of him locking his legs around the giant’s head in a hard fig 4 headlock/sleeper. Nuguma tried to pry Tarzan’s legs apart but the young stud flexed his chiseled thigh muscles, forcing the giant to the ground. Nuguma frantically pried at the young stud’s legs but couldn’t break the hold. His face began to brighten as he struggled to breath. He tried rolling around but Tarzan’s muscled legs would not release the hold. Flexing his muscles, Tarzan increased the pressure of the hold, hoping to put the giant out. After a few minutes, Nuguma appeared to be out of it and Tarzan, thinking he had put him out began to relax the hold. But the big man had been faking it and as Tarzan loosened the hold, Nuguma immediately moved to break apart the young stud’s legs. As he did, he rolled over and came down with a hard smash to Tarzan’s groin. Tarzan screamed as he grabbed his manhood and rolled around the ground.

      Nuguma shook his head for a few minutes as he tried to wear off the effects of Tarzan’s fig 4 headlock/sleeper. Getting to his knees, he grabbed the young stud and began to rain down arm smashes and fists to his head and body. Pulling him up by the hair, he pounded him with arm smash after arm smash, driving the muscled body back into the ground. Tarzan twitched and spasmed as his body was ground into the dirt. Nuguma got to his feet and began to stomp the muscled body. With each stomp, Tarzan’s body quivered as it bounced up and down from the force of the giant man’s stomps. Nuguma watched as Tarzan slowly tried to crawl away and after he let him crawl about a foot, reached down and grabbing his ankles, dragged him several feet before twisting him over into a brutally tight crab, bending the young Jungle Lord’s feet almost to the back of his head. Tarzan screamed as the pain surged through his body. Nuguma laughed as he added to the pain by bouncing up and down on the Jungle Lord’s butt. “Submit to me Jungle Lord.” Tears welled in Tarzan’s eyes from the pain but he refused to submit. Nuguma released the hold and got up, standing for a few minutes looking down at the naked young stud. He then reached down and jerked Tarzan up to his feet.

      As Tarzan staggered in front of him, Nuguma dug his large hands deep into the young stud’s pecs applying a double pec claw. As Tarzan screamed, Nuguma lifted him by the pec claws up and off the ground holding him up high for all to see. Tarzan’s screams echoed throughout the jungle as Nuguma’s hands dug deeper into his pecs as he hung in his grasp. Soon Nuguma began shaking the young stud’s naked body in the claw holds as he paraded him around the field. The pain exploded throughout his body and Tarzan thought that Nuguma would tear his pecs apart. “Submit to me, Jungle Lord.” But Tarzan refused to submit. After a few minutes of more torture, Nuguma dropped the young stud to the ground. As he lay on the ground, Nuguma reached down and pulled him up, grabbing him by the crotch and throat, lifting him up high over his head in a gorilla press and then slamming him hard to the ground. As Tarzan hit the ground, his body arched almost in half. As Tarzan pounded the ground in pain, Nuguma moved around the field lifting his arms to the cheers of the other warriors.

      Tarzan slowly got to his knees, his hand to the small of his back as he tried to get to one foot. Before he could do that, Nuguma pulled him up and grabbing his right wrist, lifted his arm and began laying into his ribs with uppercut after uppercut. Tarzan’s body came off the ground with each upper cut and soon he was no longer able to stand. Dropping to his knees, his chest heaved as he tried to get his wind. Again, Nuguma pulled him up and this time grabbing his left wrist, lifted his arm and repeated upper cut after upper cut into his ribs until he was no longer able to stand. Tarzan dropped again to his knees holding his rib cage with his arms as he struggled to breathe. Nuguma reached down and pulled the young stud up and crotch lifting him, held him high before dropping him down across his knee in a gut buster. Tarzan screamed as he rolled around on the ground holding his abs. Nuguma again pulled him up and repeated the gut buster three times. After the third time, he again pulled him to his feet and began sending fist after fist into his gut. With each fist, Tarzan’s body was lifted from the ground. Soon, he could stand no longer and Nuguma laughed as he let him fall to the ground gasping for air. It was then that he signaled to two warriors who then moved to where he and Tarzan were. These were his work out partners and although not as big as Nuguma, were huge men in their own right. They talked together for a moment and then formed a line in front of the down Tarzan.

      The first warrior moved in and pulling Tarzan up, he jerked him up into a bearhug. Tarzan screamed as he felt the warrior’s python arms constricting around his waist. He shook the young stud back and forth as he squeezed him into his huge chest. Tarzan’s arms flailed as he tried to push back on the big man’s head. The warrior bounced the young jungle stud up and down as he flexed his huge ceps, crushing Tarzan in them. Tarzan tried to scream but each time he did, the warrior tighten his crush. Tarzan’s ribs screamed in pain. After a few minutes, he dropped Tarzan at the feet of the second warrior who reached down and jerked the young Jungle Lord up and over his shoulders into a torture rack. Tarzan’s arms and legs flailed as he felt his back bent in half. Tears welled in his eyes as his body was bounced up and down in the rack. He mercilessly bent Tarzan’s naked, muscled body across his shoulders until his head and feet almost met. Tarzan’s screams could again be heard throughout the jungle. He then dropped the young Jungle Lord at Nuguma’s feet. Nuguma looked down at the muscled body in front of him and smiled. Slowly he reached down and jerked Tarzan up in front of him.

      Tarzan could hardly stand and staggered as Nuguma held him in front of him by his hair. Bending down, Nuguma slowly wrapped his huge arms around the young muscled stud’s mid section. Once secured, he jerked him up head high over his shoulder and began to squeeze Tarzan with both his ceps and pecs. Tarzan’s chiseled, naked body appeared to get swallowed up in his huge chest. Tarzan tried to scream but as he did, Nuguma tightened his grip, his huge ceps rippling as they crushed the young muscled stud’s dangling body. He bounced Tarzan back and forth shaking him like he were nothing but a play doll. Tarzan’s arms flailed in the huge man’s grip. Each time he screamed, Nuguma tightened his grip even more, crushing Tarzan deeper into his chest. He smiled as he felt the young stud’s cock being squeezed into his pecs. The pain surged through Tarzan’s body and he found it harder and harder to breath. His body was beginning to go limp and finally, he could take it no longer. I submit, he yelled, I submit. But Nuguma ignored his cry and continued crushing the Jungle Lord. Soon Tarzan was completely limp in his arms, his head hanging over his right shoulder, while his muscled arms hung along his body. He continued to squeeze the limp figure until the Slayer signaled enough and only then did he drop the crushed body to the ground. The Slayer got up and came toward the unconscious Tarzan and smiling, ordered Nuguma to take him to back to his cage. “He will now be our wrestling toy.”