Tarzan vs. the Giant

    For more than a week, Tarzan had rested and watched as the warriors in the camp went about their business. Food and water were brought to him several times daily and sometimes even a drink of the local brewed liquor would be added to what he got. Periodically, Nuguma and Ape Man came by his caged area and watched him. Tarzan showed no fear of either giant wrestler, but understood it would not be easy to defeat either of them if he were to face them again. They often flexed and pumped their guns in front of him and pointed toward him as they feigned crushing him in their arms. Nuguma, taller and bigger than Ape Man, especially liked to taunt the young Jungle Lord. Tarzan tried to figure out how he might escape, but he was firmly chained to the stake in the ground that allowed him the chance to walk around the large caged area while still keeping him secured. The afternoon sun glistened over his muscular body as he stretched and worked out trying to keep himself ready for whatever Slayer had planned for him.

    As the second week neared an end, Slayer appeared at his caged area with both Ape Man and Nuguma at his side. The three of them made a formidable trio with Slayer being the smallest of the three. While his 7’, 325 lb muscled body was large, it was small next to Ape Man at 7’5, 350 lbs and certainly small next to Nuguma who at 8’, 450 lbs was one of the biggest men Tarzan had ever encountered. The three men stood there for several minutes looking at Tarzan and then Slayer motioned his warriors to leave. “So, Tarzan, are you ready to allow me to continue my hunting without interference?” Tarzan hesitated for a moment knowing that if he persisted in defying Slayer that he would most likely have to face his warriors again. “I can not let the animals down. You do not belong here, and I must defend the animals even if it means my death,” said Tarzan. Slayer laughed. “I knew that you would persist and you will face the next test.” He turned to walk away but stopped, and came back to the cage. “You will face the biggest of my warriors and this time, no mercy will be shown to you. And once you loose, I will give you to him as his toy.” Tarzan ran toward the edge of the cage to try to grab at Slayer but the stake kept him away from the bars. “You asshole,” he yelled. Slayer turned again and laughed. “Keep your strength Tarzan, for you will need it for your match.” Several more days passed and Tarzan worked to strengthen his body and psyche himself to withstand what lay ahead. He believed that he would be facing Nuguma and felt that if he could take him if he maintained his speed.

    On the day of the fight, Tarzan woke early and rested as he allowed the sun to play across his chiseled body. Soon the warriors came to get him, and as they made their way to the fighting area, Tarzan looked to see Ape Man and Nuguma. He soon found them near Slayer’s chair and realized that Nuguma did not appear ready for a match. He wondered now who this Giant was. To the screams and shouts of his warriors, Slayer made his way to his chair and raised his arms to quiet the crowd. “Tarzan, you have interfered with us long enough and now you will pay the price. Burundi, come forward!” The roar from the crowd was deafening and as Tarzan turned around, he froze as he saw the Giant named Burundi coming through the crowd of warriors. He had thought Nuguma large, but now coming toward him was a man almost 10’ tall, weighing well over 500lbs whose arms and legs looked like huge tree limbs. His chest rippled as he walked, and there was no where on his frame that muscles were not bulging out. His chest was at least 60” and his guns and thighs were massive. Tarzan turned back to look at Slayer who only laughed at the fear registering on the young Jungle Lord’s face. He turned to face the Giant and circled as Burundi came in toward him. Tarzan flashed back to his youth when the Giant Apes taught him to wrestle. Then he had faced Apes far bigger than him and they had taught him not to fear an Apes’ size but to use one’s skill and speed to defeat him. Tarzan knew he would need both today.

    As Burundi came in, Tarzan dived down and around him. As the Giant staggered forward, Tarzan jumped high landing a hard drop kick to Burundi’s back. The Giant stopped and turned, smiling as he again came toward the young stud. Tarzan began to move toward Burundi but several feet before they would have collided, he dove to the left and as Burundi moved past him, Tarzan managed to put his leg out, tripping the Giant who fell forward hitting the ground hard. The warriors stopped shouting as they watched Tarzan jump on Burundi, wrapping his strong legs around his neck in a fig 4 headlock. Burundi struggled to break free, but Tarzan quickly flexed his thigh muscles tightening the hold as he worked to cut off the Giant’s air supply. Burundi struggled, his arms flailing as he tried to pry Tarzan’s legs apart. He tried rolling over but Tarzan managed to hold on and worked to tighten the hold, further cutting off the Giant’s air supply. Finally, Burundi managed to grab Tarzan’s feet and flexing his huge arms, managed to pry his feet apart. Tarzan immediately rolled over and got up. Before Burundi was able to move, Tarzan reined a myriad of kicks to his face and head. He moved in to try to reapply the headlock but Burundi came around with a hard upper cut to his groin. Tarzan screamed as he went to his knees holding his groin. Burundi got to his feet and shaking his head, he looked down at the young stud at his feet laying there holding his groin. He reached down pulling the young stud to his feet.

    Burundi began pounding Tarzan with hard arm smashes to his head and upper body. Each time that Tarzan fell to his knees under the power of Burundi’s blows, the Giant would only pull him back up to his feet, again pounding the young chiseled body until Tarzan could no longer stand. As Tarzan went to his knees, Burundi pulled the Jungle Lord back to his feet and began to deliver hard fists to his gut with such force that it lifted the young stud off his feet. Tarzan gasped for air as his gut was punished. Again, he fell to the ground unable to stand as he gasped for air. Burundi continued with hard forearm smashes to Tarzan’s head and back. He pounded the young Jungle Lord into the ground. He then began to drop down on to his back with hard knee drops. With each knee drop, the young stud’s body convulsed and jerked up almost in half. Rolling Tarzan on to his back, Burundi began to deliver hard knee drops into Tarzan’s gut. With each knee drop, he slowly dug his knee into the chiseled abs of the young Jungle Lord and watched as he gasped for air. Rising, he looked down as Tarzan rolled around holding his abs, his chest heaving as he struggled to get air. He reached down grabbing the young stud’s loin cloth and ripping it off, watching the now naked body rolling around his feet, as he lifted the loin cloth for the warriors to see.

He pulled Tarzan up and bending down, he jerked him around and up onto his back into a hangman. He paraded around with the naked Jungle Lord dangling on his back. Tarzan struggled trying to pry the Giant’s hands apart as he felt the pain streaming through his body as it dangled on Burundi’s back. Burundi bent forward adding pressure to the hangman as he paraded the naked Jungle Lord in front of the warriors. Tarzan’s chiseled, muscular body looked small on the Giant’s back. Soon his screams could be heard throughout the fight area as Burundi leaned forward farther, adding more pressure and pain to the hold. Then he dropped the naked body and watched as Tarzan rolled around the ground holding the small of his back. He reached down and grabbing Tarzan’s hair pulled him to his feet. Grabbing him by his crotch, he squeezed Tarzan’s cock as he grabbed his throat and then lifted the now screaming Jungle Lord up into a gorilla press. He turned around with Tarzan held high in the air and then threw him hard into the ground. Tarzan screamed as he hit the ground with such force that his body arched almost completely in half. He lay motionless for a moment until Burundi came over and grabbing him by the hair jerked him back to his feet.

Tarzan staggered as Burundi led him around by his hair. He began to deliver vicious arm smashes to his back sending the young Jungle Lord to his knees. Pulling him back up he continued with arms smashes and fists to the young stud’s back until he finally grabbed him and jerked him up and onto his shoulders into a torture rack. Tarzan screamed as the pain weaved its way through his body. The Giant bounced the naked Jungle Lord up and down on his shoulders as he paraded him around the fighting area. He stomped adding pressure to the hold as he bent Tarzan’s body so that his head and feet almost met. Tarzan screamed out his submission but Burundi covered his mouth mooting his cries as he continued to bounce the young muscled stud up and down on his back. Tears formed in Tarzan’s eyes as the pain crippled his body. Just when he thought his back would break, the Giant dropped him to the ground. Tarzan rolled around holding his back. “Please, no more,” he mumbled, but Burundi was not done yet. Coming over toward the young Jungle Lord, he pulled him to his feet.

As Tarzan staggered, Burundi began to deliver hard fists to his ribs. Upper cut after upper cut slammed into Tarzan’s ribs until he could stand no longer. As Burundi looked at the kneeling Jungle Lord, he pulled off his own loin cloth exposing a massive rod. He moved toward Tarzan and then, jerking him to his feet, he bent down enveloping the young Jungle Lord into his massive chest and guns. He slowly tightened his grip around Tarzan’s waist, his huge biceps cinched around his midsection, rippling like a python as it begins to crush its captured prey. Tarzan screamed as he felt Burundi guns clamp themselves like an iron vise around his waist. He struggled for air but with each scream, the Giant only cinched in the bearhug more. Burundi shook Tarzan back and forth violently squeezing his captured prey with both his chest and guns. Tarzan’s naked body quivered as it was crushed harder and deeper into Burundi’s chest and arms. Burundi paraded around shaking and bouncing Tarzan back and forth in his hug. Soon the Jungle Lord began to feel himself going limp in Burundi’s grasp and shouted out his submission. But Burundi only kept squeezing harder and harder, crushing Tarzan into his body so that it soon looked like the Jungle Lord had been consumed into his chest. With one final squeeze, Tarzan went limp in Burundi’s arms, his head resting on the Giant’s right shoulder, his arms and legs dangling in his arms. He continued to squeeze the now passed out Jungle Lord until Slayer signaled for him to stop. He brought Tarzan to Slayer’s chair and dropped him before him. Slayer smiled and shaking his head told Burundi that Tarzan was his toy for the night. Throwing the young naked stud over his shoulder, he headed to his hut. Later that evening Tarzan’s screams could be heard throughout the camp as Burundi made the Jungle Lord his own.