Tarzan, Lord of the Jungle By Chip Masterson Tarzan sniffed the air. He was here, somewhere close. He listened to beetles crawling over twigs beneath the raucous cacophony of birds and monkeys that weave the tapestry of din throughout the jungle. But Tarzan could hear him breathing, somewhere to the northeast, between the roots of a tree. He would find the challenger, and kill him. Until now Tarzan had had not trouble keeping the Leopard people in line. Kings either feared and respected his superiority or ended up weeping, broken, at his feet, begging for their lives. Tarzan's ripped chest swelled with pride as he thought how he, a white man of noble (therefore considered effete) blood, had adapted to jungle life more successfully than any native-born man ever had. The apes who reared him forced him to develop their strength, their affinity with all other creatures, and yet his human mind had endowed him with strategy and a natural dominance that made every beast obey his will. Only men were too dense to recognize his supremacy, but he had always cracked and shattered that density with muscles that never failed to work his will. Nor would they ever fail. He felt the earth tremble to the northwest. Elephants? The rumbling got louder, and his feet told him the earth was splitting apart behind him. Suddenly the breath he was listening to wasn't there anymore, but a huge ripping sound, the sound of thick fast roots being torn up, away from their grasp of the solid earth, tore through the air. Thick green wood splitting apart from unbearable pressure filled the jungle as Tarzan whirled around, just in time to see a massive baobab teeter and collapse under its own weight directly toward him spewing birds and monkeys from its clamoring branches. With ease an Olympic gymnast would envy he tumbled out of the way, landing upright, with head clear and vision precise, as ancient tonnage crushed all life before it in its massive dethronement. Soggy dust and moist leaves blew up in a cloud from the impact, but Tarzan's nose found the source of that tree's downfall standing directly before him. When the dust settled, he gazed up at the warrior glistening with sweat. Clad only in a leopard-skin loincloth, the giant towered over Tarzan by more than a foot. His shoulders half again as wide as the ape-man's, his chest and back tremendously more muscled, his waist as narrow and tight, and his thighs rippling with power held in check, the warrior looked down at the white man with contempt. Now was the time to avenge a lifetime of wrong, his eyes said. But the man was silent and Tarzan wondered if he were really of the Leopard. He seemed Bantu but Maasi also. Hugely powerful. Tarzan felt no fear. He had fought bigger men before, and broken them across his hardened shoulders with peaked biceps and irresistible fingers. No muscled warrior could match his swiftness, his dexterity, his wiry ape-strength contained in densely packed striations. This huge lug would be no different. With blinding speed, Tarzan reared back and punched his opponent's gut with a fist that had shattered many a thick door. Instantly Tarzan's brain was lit with searing pain. When he opened his eyes he saw his wrist bent inward and beginning already to swell. His hand flashed and throbbed and behind his stinging fingers was the brick-walled abdomen of the Leopard People's champion, blushed by the slightest redness. The giant sighed and swung a back-hand down, a hand as big as Tarzan's face. Agony erupted along cracked facial bones as the impact lifted the ape-man off his feet and propelled him through the air. Tarzan's savage fury ignited and the pain burned like fuel. Ignoring his bruised wrist he leapt through the air like a cat with force enough to knock the warrior off-balance. The fell together into the underbrush and Tarzan twisted around behind him, wrapping his iron-hard right biceps around his throat and pulled it tight with his left hand. His legs wrapped around his challenger's abdomen and put out the kind of pressure that has ruptured pipelines. With a snarl he dug into the dark man's flesh with everything fiber of strength. Tarzan reveled in the feeling of his great, round biceps hardening as it contracted into the warrior's windpipe. He felt the man's traps and neck tighten in response, tighten hard, and he pulled his forearm into them with his other biceps. Another man's neck would have been mashed to pulp with the dense power but the warrior kept breathing, straining his neck while his arms lay curiously at his sides. Tarzan dug his heels into the man's lower belly and tried to bring his knees together through the thick muscle. The man's abdominals and lower back were amazingly tough, not simply hard like the stones Tarzan has crushed but resilient, living, and fighting back. The ape-man began to labor as he pressed his sinewy thighs against that unyielding belly, his heels unable to dent the leathery flesh. An ache began to throb down his back and his breathing became harsh. Each inhalation brought the dark man's scent of sweat, with a salty undertone of semen that exuded from his pores. In fact, as Tarzan looked agape at his legs pumping uselessly against the unyielding muscle, the man's enormous cock was tenting the loincloth. As he watched, he heard a slight ripping sound. The ape-man shook wildly, pouring his force into the resistant neck but the head wouldn't move and the windpipe wouldn't yield to all his muscle power. In fact, the giant began laughing, and with a sharp contraction leapt to his feet with Tarzan still clinging to his back. He stepped backward until Tarzan was up against the bole of a great baobab and he leaned into it, laughing. The incredible pressure immediately deflated Tarzan's lungs. He tensed the rigid muscles of his body and felt the vast trunk groan behind him as the warrior's thighs, each larger than his own waist, kneaded the ground and rubbed that back against the tree. Lats spread out, completely covering Tarzan in a blanket of rippling muscle and he felt his ribs begin to bend despite his armor's protection. His arms and legs came loose of the giant as he continued to press up and back, the tree creaking as it's roots began to fight for their hold in the earth. Desperately Tarzan cried out for aid, calling for lions, elephants, anything that was near and would come as the insane power ground his muscles helplessly against the weakening tree trunk. The crashing of underbrush was music to Tarzan's ears as animal's responded to their master's call. The heard the giant snort with contempt and step forward, dropping Tarzan into the roots that had pulled and loosened from the ground. He jumped up and felt his bruised ribs, gasping for breath. The animals ranged before them, waiting for Tarzan's command. Three large silverback gorillas, two enormous lions, a bull elephant with tusks that stood like spears before it, and a rhinoceros, stamping the ground. The animals ignored each other's presence and stood tense, waiting, sensing danger. Tarzan stepped out from behind the warrior massive back, marveling despite himself at the wealth of power hanging off those shoulders. He eyed each of the animals individual, and with a sudden shout, commanded them to attack en masse. The animals shifted nervously, anxiously, but didn't move. The warrior stared at them all with contempt. The apes began to scream and fling their hands threateningly in the air and one lion roared. The African glared and snarled back at them, flexing his pecs into rivals of Mount Kenya and Kilimanjaro. Tarzan barked orders again and the rhino stamped the ground and the bull elephant trumpeted. The African smiled and showed his biceps to the animals and they stepped back, growling and snapping and screaming. Holding his arms up, he squeezed his fists and his biceps grew bigger. He looked at one, then the other, with arrogant pride, then back at the zoo facing him. He straightened his arms out and contracted his biceps again, making them larger than before, capped by peaks that made Tarzan tremble inside, pressing outward and upward twitching muscle fibers that mocked the skin stretching to cover them. He glared at the animals and matched their combined intensity with his roars. The gorillas were the first to retreat. All three males were too threatened by the man who roared back at them, looking them in the eye and threatening their strength with his massiveness. When the ran away he beat his mounded chest in mockery. The lions lunged forward but he lunged at them and they retreated, back and forth they paced, conflicted between their loyalty to Tarzan and their growing fear of this man who flexed evident superior strength in their faces. Tarzan shouted and one of them lunged at the man, terror in its eyes as it sped toward the giants face. The man caught it's half ton weight, arms outstretched, and held it away from his face while it clawed the air and snapped its slavering fangs at him. Tarzan watched aghast as the man laughed. He brought the half-ton lion towards him like a naughty child and screamed at it through gritted teeth. The lion feel silent, feeling the hard fingers dig past its mane into its hide, and then the man shook it like a doll, massive black arms pumping the huge beast in the air. Tarzan nearly lost his urine as the warrior let go of one hand, reared back and actually threw the lion at the other one with such force he knocked them both back behind the trees, snarling and screaming. They never came back. Now he turned to the two gray giants, the near-blind rhino and the savvy elephant. Tarzan, desperate for his life and willing to sacrifice anything, ordered the rhino to charge in words that promised death through a choking only Tarzan's hands could effect on that huge neck. Without room for much speed the rhino leapt and aimed for the scent of the man, he crouched down and raced toward it. The impact deafened Tarzan and shook the ground. The warrior hit the two-ton rhino's long front horn with his chest–and kept going. The horn cracked audibly as the thick neck twisted under the jolt and the with a bellow the animal was knocked back on its pounding feet. It flopped on its side as the warrior ploughed through it and came back. With a leap he landed on the calloused rolled hide and ribs cracked like rifle shots. The man's big feet stomped along the animal's length, crushing bones beneath mashed muscle and lacerating hide. The rhino screamed and thrashed, it's huge weight flopping against the earth as the man's distended thighs smashed the bloodying body into the soft jungle rot. Tarzan watched in horror as the man trampled the huge rhino to a pulp, legs rippling with strength. Tarzan leapt at the warrior and knocked him off the dying beast. They tumbled together through the forest and despite his injured wrist he grabbed the warrior's hands in enraged fingers and dragged the arms back behind his back. Rage tensed his own muscles to heroic proportions as he sought to rip the arms out of their sockets. His delts rose like thunderheads and his back spread out in a fan of power, which he poured into the twisting cable-muscles of his arms, into a grip that could shatter a coconut or peel steel bars apart. Tarzan met his first resistance in the deep muscle that massed between the man's shoulder blades, its very thickness and density stopping the arms from moving. With a smirk Tarzan used them as fulcrums to power those arms out of their pits as his pecs pressed together, growing red and hard. He thought he heard bones cracking and the tear of muscle until he looked up and saw man laughing, and realized it was his own joints straining to move arms that had grown rigid and firm. The black man flexed his stretched biceps and even extended behind him they bulged with obscene brawn. His thick back writhed in concert with forearms that seemed to inflate and grew difficult to hold onto. Tarzan labored and raged but the arms slowly moved forward, pulling Tarzan unwillingly toward that twisting morass of overwhelming muscle. The man's arms moved harder against Tarzan's pull, forcing him forward. Tarzan released and sprang back, expecting the man to pitch forward but his great thighs held him fast. When he turned around Tarzan saw the head of his cock juicing its way out of the tented loincloth, which was wet with precum and filled the air with its fetid, salty stench. Tarzan couldn't tear his eyes away from the shocking member and saw the rips weren't to the seams but were through the leather itself. Like the man, it came straight out, not deviating for any so-called obstacle. And he started stomping toward Tarzan. Tarzan turned and fled, leaping and clawing his way atop the elephant. He ordered the elephant to gore the man and the five-ton bull charged the man. The warrior caught the tusks and stepped backward, bringing the charging beast to a halt in a few paces. Then he started to lift. Tarzan felt the elephant tense and panic beneath him as its own unbearable weight tried to cantilever up on its tusks. The huge head tried to twist free but the giant's grip was inexorable, unholy; his arms pulled the tusks into his sides and the bone stressed under the pressure until the ivory splintered along its length. The tusks broke off and the giant laughed as the animal reared up, tossing Tarzan into the undergrowth and bringing it's entire weight down onto the man. The man's big hands caught the elephants' flat feet and the impact drove him into the ground up to his shins. His skin glowed with sweat and his cock started to dribble as he held the animal off the earth, securing his grip between the tight toes. The elephant twisted and screamed and the man pulled a foot loose with an explosion of soil and stepped forward. Another step, and another, he walked the terrified beast until it was upright. Then releasing, he caught the animal again as it plunged to the ground–across his shoulders. His hands secured their hold in the hip joint and breastplate, and he pressed the animal up over his head. Ten thousand pounds of panicked beast held defenseless in his hands, he continued to press the animal up and down, cracking branches and pumping those biceps to inhuman fullness. With a roar greater than any animal could issue he bent at the knees and THREW the elephant at Tarzan. Again Tarzan rolled out of the way as the tremendous animal crashed down beside him, wind knocked from its lungs. To save the animal's life Tarzan grabbed a vine and swung away. Swinging from vine to vine Tarzan could move faster, for longer, than any animal except a bird. So he was stunned to terror to see, after many minutes of distance, the man directly in his path. The warrior grabbed the trunk of the tall tree and circled it with his arms. With a deep breath he squeezed. Wood shattered out from around his thick arms. He squeezed again, his back thick and wet with sweat and his arms ground deeper into the trunk. Tarzan took the vine depending from its upper branches just as the giant squeezed a last time, sending chips and chunks of wood flying from the impact. As the vine took Tarzan's weight the warrior let go and splintered truck, grotesquely waisted, cracked and sank, taking Tarzan with it in a tangle of branches and debris. The giant's big feet smashed their way in a straight line where Tarzan lay, quivering. He stood over the ape-man and spit. "You lord it over us, white man, as if you were inevitable." His Swahili was flawless, and could have been learned anywhere along the coast. "You dominate weaker men, who kill off or exile stronger men. I am their vengeance. I am the kind of the jungle now, and the animals will flee before me. I belong here. You belong with your bullying kind: in your grave. "Go ahead and call your precious animals to your rescue. See if they come." The giant warrior crossed impossible arms before a chest that shadowed the ape- man's wiry, bruised and beaten musculature. Tarzan rose, shakily, and putting his hands to his lips, bellowed his great call. Lungs fueled by desperation powered his ululation through the jungle, and it fell strangely quiet. Birds stopped calling, monkeys stopped chattering and sat on their branches, and the entire forest settled into an eerie silence. Again he called, his throat growing hoarser with each cry, until he felt giant fingers enclose his wrists and begin to smoothly straighten out those battle- hardened biceps. Tarzan strained and flexed and pulled but the fingers dug into his wrists. His muscles trembled with the strain as he felt his arms grow as hard as they ever had–and be overwhelmed. The giant barely breathed as he pulled and Tarzan froze in terror as his mighty arms opened, his able hands feeble to stop the pull. Tarzan grimace with a last effort and felt the muscles tear across the peaks of his biceps, opened his eyes to see the red blood beneath the skin as his arms tore themselves apart. The great man stopped short of snapping those arms like twigs beneath their ropes of muscle, and instead turned Tarzan around. A mountainous biceps secured Tarzan's throat as a hand tore loose his leather loincloth and a cockhead tickled his tightened glutes. Come dripped from the red slit like saliva as it circled the globes of the ape-man's ass, lightly, gently, coaxingly. Tarzan's hands couldn't get a grasp on the forearm that occasionally tensed the biceps against his windpipe to remind him to remain calm... and compliant. Then the cock gently, irresistibly parted his cheeks and probed toward the hole. Taking its time and creaming its way the cock's firm pressure twisted Tarzan's gut and made his own mighty dick begin to swell. Impossible! his mind screamed, that I should be stirred by this ... this monster! But stirred he was as the giant moved his nose through Tarzan's unkempt mane, and big teeth chewed gently the scalp beneath, as if grooming him like an ape. "You like it, don't you, ape-man? Admit to me you like it. It's what you've really wanted, isn't it? You want me, I know you do. Don't pretend to yourself, for I know you. I've watched you. I've hungered for you. And now you're mine and it's what you want." The giant chuckled and the wet, iron-rod cock poked into Tarzan's ass and thrust firmly upward. Tarzan felt his body relax, as if it were going to release everything inside of it, and sobbed. The man continued his slow rape of the white man in his arms, moving more slowly with each plunge until only millimeters of motion were sending shockwaves through the ape-man's psyche. The big black man smiled at his complete mastery of the small wild man, and kept up his slow rape as the sun took it's dim light from the jungle's broken canopy and Tarzan came himself, again, and again, and yet again, beneath the power of the man who held back again and again and again..... The End