Date: Sat, 19 Dec 2020 08:20:03 +0000 (UTC) From: tarzan Subject: Tarzan, King of the Beasts Chapter Four -- Man Muscle Disclaimer: I do not own Tarzan or related characters and am not making a profit from sharing this story here. The character was created by Edgar Rice Burroughs and is now in the public domain. Any similarity between the characters in this story and real people is entirely coincidental and incredibly hot. The story is my intellectual property and is (c) to tarzanstud1@gmail.com. Thanks for all the feedback and for sharing your exciting ideas! Please support Nifty with donations of any size to help them provide a platform for so many fascinating stories. Please use this link to donate: http://donate.nifty.org/. Chapter Four --- Man Muscle The contests continue. Leather has the remaining five lie face down where the beach turns to field. He gives each of them a rope to hold onto in front of them. The other end of each rope is tied around the balls of a wild horse, barely kept in place by a dozen volunteers from the crowd as Leather walks behind the contestants and begins tying each one's ankles tightly together. "You must use your arm strength to pull yourselves up your rope and bring your horse to a stop," Leather tells the men as he stands over Tarzan, pulling tight on the knot around Tarzan's ankles, his boot planted on the torn back flap of Tarzan's loincloth for leverage. The men are focused on the wild horses braying and bucking at the other end of the rope, barely paying attention as their ankles are tied, knowing their fate is tied to the stallion in front of them. Leather cracks his whip at the middle horse and the volunteer handlers leap out of the way as the five horses bolt across the field, making for the safety of the jungle, and dragging five of the jungle's mightiest warriors in their wake. Tarzan is yanked forward when his horse first takes off, and Tarzan's chest hits the ground hard, his pecs bouncing back in agony and his back arching as he goes airborne before landing again, crotch first into the hard ground. Tarzan struggles mightily as he is dragged faster and faster over the bumpy terrain, his pecs, thighs, crotch, and bound feet getting battered so heavily he can barely think. Tarzan begins pulling himself up the rope, his powerful arms gripping one after another, fighting against the force of the ground knocking against his body. He instinctively keeps his back arched and his legs up, keeping his raw flesh off the ground as much as possible, trying to let his leather loincloth absorb the brunt of the abuse. One of the other men is not having much luck, madly pulling himself up, only to lose his grip as his body is thrashed by the galloping stallion, losing ground and strength but still hanging on for a torturous ride. Another man, Juluka, the champion of Umballa legend, has managed to pull himself somewhat upright, pulling on the rope, gripping it between his legs, and letting the knot ride on the ground, skitching across the field behind the horse. Finally the rope beneath Juluka's feet breaks through, and his bound ankles break free. Juluka comes out of his bondage in stride, using his unsurpassed speed to catch up to his steed and leap on his back. None of the others know it yet, but one of the five has already lost, losing his grip on the rope, his body twisted and broken on the ground, no one attending to his agony as all eyes on are the survivors. Tarzan has pulled himself up the rope while surfing the ground with his crotch, finally getting within reach of the stud's hind legs and his bound balls. Seeing Juluka in front of him already having mounted his stallion, Tarzan has only one chance, dropping his grip on the rope and grabbing for the horse's galloping back legs. Tarzan times it perfectly, able to get his arms around both legs just as they cross, moving in opposite directions. He can only hold them for a moment, catching the bucking bronc off guard, causing him to trip before the horse kicks back and breaks Tarzan's grip. The horse hits the ground hard, Tarzan right on top of him, grabbing for anything he can get a grip on, his legs bound and useless. As he rolls with the horse, a hard kick from a back leg finds his loincloth, taking Tarzan's breath away as he is paralyzed in pain, but instinctively hanging on to a front leg, his rope now tangled in the horse's balls and his back leg. Juluka is the first to control his beast, and Tarzan remarkably is right behind him, having inadvertently hobbled the horse to its own balls. Leather can't hide his pleasure at the brute strength and stunning endurance these men have shown, his pants bulging at the raw animal energy on display in front of him, his eagerness evident as his cock strains against its leather crotch, throbbing at the thought of pushing these warriors over the edge and unleashing their true nature. --------------------- They are down to four men as Leather walks over to where he has some thin leather ropes tied off in a choker loop in one end, and the other tied to a heavy rock about a foot down the rope. He doesn't show those to the remaining challengers yet. "Over here, men!" Leather commands, cracking the whip against his boot. The jungle studs jump at Leather's orders, gathering close to hear their next contest. Leather sees he has gained power over them all, including mighty Tarzan. "For the next contest, I want you all to raise one of these boulders over your head, and hold it over your head as long as you can!" The men leap into action, having learned that the quicker they move, the smaller boulder they can choose. Tarzan is boxed out, left with the biggest boulder to hoist. He squats down, spreading his arms wide around the huge boulder. The others wait for Tarzan to make the first move, seemingly knowing something he does not. "The last two men holding the boulders get to compete one last time in a contest involving my horse cart!" Leather says. Tarzan grunts as he slowly gets the boulder off the ground, trying to straighten his legs. "Don't disappoint me, Tarzan!" Leather says, a lash of his whip following Tarzan's grunt. "aAGHGGHGGHGAGHAAAHAGAGHAAGAGHGA!!!!!!!!!!! Tarzan howls as the whip bites into his flesh, and the other men raise their boulders as he howls, drowning out their grunts. As the men each hold their boulders overhead, Leather walks over to the first in line and places one of the leather choker ropes around the base of his balls. There is a weight swaying, and he drops this stone instantly, yanking on the warrior's balls as his eyes nearly pop out of his head. "All of you will have a weight fastened the same way!" Leather tells them. The second man sees the rope around the warrior's balls and drops his boulder, refusing to let himself be used like that. It is one thing to rope a wild horse by the balls, but it is quite another thing to have his own balls bound. He walks off, quitting the contest. Tarzan and the other two keep holding their boulders, varying degrees of doubt creeping into their faces at the challenge in front of them. Leather crouches in front of Tarzan, reaching up under his loincloth. He feels the savage balls--so big! He loops the leather choker rope around the base of them and lets the weight dangle between Tarzan's massive legs. Tarzan gasps as the weights fall, yanking his balls tight. His body trembles, muscles spasming, weighted beneath the huge boulder held over his head and the massive weight dangling from beneath his loincloth. His loincloth is bulging noticeably in response. "Only one of you has to drop the boulder for this contest to be over!" Leather shouts. "The remaining two each have a chance of pulling me in my horse cart!" Tarzan grits his teeth as his body drips in sweat. He is trapped beneath the huge boulder, but even that staggering weight is nothing compared to the weight on his balls. Leather crouches beside the man-ape, reaching under his loincloth and feeling how heavily the balls are being pulled down. "You have a nice set of nuts, Tarzan," Leather says quietly, maliciously. He gives them a slap, and Tarzan's knees buckle. Leather raises Tarzan's loincloth and gently runs the handle of his cat o' nine tails whip over mighty Tarzan's exposed cock and balls. Tarzan's cock is rock hard. He steps back instinctively, but the weight hanging from his balls swings into motion and Tarzan's legs nearly give out, struggling to stay on his feet and keep hold of his rock. The crowd of onlookers and defeated warriors gasps at the sight of Tarzan's hard cock, and Leather's whip handle tapping against it, poking at his body with the handle, jabbing at his pecs, prodding his bulging biceps, digging into his arm pit. Leather walks slowly around Tarzan and the two others. He holds his cat o' nine tails whip, circling the three studs. "Just who is the strongest?" Leather asks, relishing the moment, working the crowd that has grown throughout the day's events. All three powerful bucks, standing steady, legs spread, arms wide, pumped, holding the enormous boulders. There has rarely been a crowd this size in the isolated jungle, drawing from all the tribes and villages looking on, captivated by the display of brute strength. The mighty arms begin to quiver, and Tarzan can't hold back a grunt, earning a lash at his back. "Keep that boulder up, Tarzan!" Leather demands. Tarzan's back arches under the lash and he takes a couple steps to regain his balance, the whip not helping him like it did in the races. Leather takes his cat o' nine tails whip and brushes it over Tarzan's cock and balls, exposed from under his loincloth. The crowd gasps as Tarzan's manhood is revealed at last, amazed that the mighty jungle king is letting himself be treated like this. Tarzan's cock grows even harder as Leather wraps the thin strands of his whip tightly around Tarzan's cock and balls. "Don't you drop that boulder, Tarzan!" Leather barks. The bucks on either side of Tarzan watch from the corner of their eyes, their muscles trembling as they see Tarzan being pushed to endure as he struggles to stay in the contest. "Only the strongest man of the jungle can show off his divine strength by being harnessed to my horse cart!" Leather calls out, coaxing the simple-minded islanders into thinking that is a good thing, to be harnessed to the cart. The crowd is thrilled to see the mighty stallion proving his strength, but they are also excited to see what this newcomer can do with Tarzan's cock and balls bound and vulnerable. They are not as simple-minded as Tarzan. They see more than ever what a savage beast this Tarzan is. Leather's gloved hand starts to slowly stroke Tarzan and gently brush his whip handle over his swollen balls in the loop harness holding the weight. He lifts the heavy weights from Tarzan's balls, and the man-ape breathes a sigh of relief, having endured another challenge. Then Leather drops the weight abruptly, yanking down on Tarzan's swollen balls and dangling between his legs as the beast howls in agony. " AAGHGGHAHAGGHGAHGAGAH!!!!!!!!!!" Tarzan howls as the weights drop from his big bull balls. He staggers under the boulder, trying to stay steady, setting the weight swinging from his balls, his cock raging hard, jutting out in front of him, the weight dangling as Leather starts stroking Tarzan's shaft again, pointing at him with his whip. "DONT DROP IT!" he commands, slapping that hard jungle cock. Tarzan is drenched in sweat, gritting his teeth, the raw physical ordeal of lifting the boulder and the pain on his balls blocking out Tarzan's ability to think. Finally one of the other men drops his boulder and crumples to the ground, holding his aching balls in his hands. That leaves only Tarzan and Juluka, the mighty warrior stud of the Umballa tribe. END OF CHAPTER FOUR ----------------------------------------------- Thanks again for your emails! If you have any feedback or input, please contact me at tarzanstud1@gmail.com.