Tarzan faces his strongest opponent (loser gets fucked) by Billy Tiger

Since I am not able to continue my Tarzan and the Onbreekbaar fan fiction yet due to lack of time and writer's block, I am using the space to post one of the best Tarzan fan fiction in this genre.

Tarzan and Boy by Billy Tiger is a spectacular read with an exceptional build up to the climax. The file is uploaded in https://groups.yahoo.com/neo/groups/tarzangroup/info if you want to relish the whole story.

Below is the climax if you want to head to straight to it.





Tarzan faces his strongest opponent (loser gets fucked) 
by Billy Tiger

Makuma left The Hideaway and didn’t stop running until he got to Tarzan’s hut.  He could hardly catch his breath to tell Tarzan that Zuka had just beaten up his friend.  Tarzan grew very angry at Zuka, but was more concerned about his friend.

“How is Rex?” Tarzan asked.  “How bad is he hurt?”

Makuma answered, “He will be alright.  I don’t think anything is broken.  But Zuka beat him up real bad.  He’s in too much pain to stand up.  Zuka has him now and won’t let him go until you go over there and fight him.  And he has agreed to make it a mahg battle.”

Tarzan grabbed a chair and continually slammed it on the dirt floor of his hut until it was nothing but a few scraps of wood.  “I’ve been waiting for this for a week.  It’s about time that asshole got back to the jungle.  I’m gonna break him worse that I did that chair.  Let me round up Boy and Thomas and James and Alex.  I want them to be there when I beat the living shit out of Zuka.”

“Boy is already there,” said Makuma.  “He was on hand when Zuka beat up your friend.  And I think Boy wanted Zuka to win.  And to be honest with you my friend, I think Boy wants Zuka to defeat you as well.”

“Yeah?” said Tarzan.  “Well after I’ve fucked Zuka up the ass, I’ll put Boy over my knee and give him another bare-ass spanking.”

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Word got out throughout the jungle that Tarzan and Zuka were going to compete in a mahg battle.  Men from the tribes of the jungle stood outside The Hideaway.  Only the tribesmen from the nearby Santu tribe were not on hand.  The mahg battle just happened to occur on the “Day of Restoration,” during which the women and children are separated from the adult men from sundown to sundown.  During that period, the women and children perform a purification ritual in the Atlantic Ocean while the adult men of the tribe remain in the village and pray to their god.

“It takes only 5 minutes to walk from here to the outskirts of their village,” said Zuka.  “Can’t they interrupt their worshipping long enough to watch me overthrow the soon-to-be former lord of the jungle?”

Djata replied, “Do you expect the men to break a tradition that’s hundreds of years old just because you’re fighting someone?”

The chattering amongst the tribesmen quieted when they saw Tarzan and his friends approaching them.  Tarzan, wearing nothing but his trademark loincloth, looked over Zuka who was wearing baggy clothes that hid his physique.  Of course, Tarzan could tell that Zuka was big, but he did not yet know how muscular his opponent was.  James put his arm around Tarzan while Alex and Thomas, still ashamed of how badly they got beat up, somewhat hid behind Tarzan and Alex.

“I’ve got your friend,” Zuka said to Tarzan.  “I beat him up so bad, you wouldn’t even recognize him if you saw him right now.  If you want him, you’re going to have to fight me for him.”

“That’s exactly what I came to do,” Tarzan said.  “I’ve been waiting for you to return to the jungle.  I’ve prepared myself for this day.”

Boy stood next to Zuka and said, “You can prepare yourself all you want ape man.  Zuka’s gonna kick your ass and then he’s gonna get me the fuck out of this jungle so I won’t have to deal with your bullshit.”

Tarzan pointed at Boy and yelled, “No!  Once I’m done with Zuka, it will be your turn to feel some pain.”

Zuka smiled.  “You seem pretty sure of yourself, Lord of the Jungle.  To everyone here, you may seem invincible.  But they’re not going to see you like that after today.  You may be undefeated so far,” said  Zuka, taking off his shirt, “but you’ve never gone up against anything like this.”

Tarzan froze in suspended animation as he looked at Zuka’s mammoth muscular body for the first time.  Zuka was literally the most muscular man that Tarzan had ever seen.  Suddenly, Tarzan’s muscles looked like they belonged on an 18-year-old kid who had just started lifting weights a month ago.  From the spectators view, Zuka’s humongous physique overshadowed Tarzan’s shirtless body so badly that Tarzan actually looked like a wimp compared to Zuka.  Getting shown up by Zuka was hard for Tarzan to take.  James, who still had his arm around Tarzan, gave Tarzan a squeeze on the shoulder which snapped him out of his daze.

Zuka raised his huge arms and displayed his massive guns to Tarzan as the crowd looked on.  “Compete with that!” Zuka said.

Tarzan, not wanting Zuka’s superior physique to upstage him, whipped his dick out of his loincloth.  Tarzan held his cock in his hand in a way that gave Zuka a good view of it.  “Compete with that!” Tarzan said.  “This is what’s going to be up your ass in a few minutes and it’s bigger than what you have under your pants.”

“Oh yeah?” said Zuka.  Tarzan watched as Zuka pulled out the longest and fattest dick Tarzan had ever seen.  Tarzan’s plan to even the score with Zuka backfired.  Tarzan thought that there was no way that Zuka’s dick would fit up his ass, but Zuka told him and the crowd that if he won, he would take his prerogative to sodomize him in front of everyone.

Zuka pointed to Tarzan’s penis and said, “Did you really think a dick like that would impress me??”

A shame-faced Tarzan lowered his head and put his dick back where it belonged.  The fight hadn’t even started yet, but Zuka had already taken a big chunk of Tarzan’s manly identity away.  He knew he had to defeat Zuka in order to redeem himself and to maintain balance in the jungle.

Rashidi the witchdoctor performed a spell that would assure Tarzan the victory.  James, with his right arm around Tarzan, put his left hand on the witchdoctor’s shoulder and said, “Thank you very much, Rashidi.  But I don’t think Tarzan needs magic to defeat this gorilla.”

The fight got off to a slow start as each competitor felt each other out.  Tarzan had never fought--or even seen--anyone as muscular as Zuka.  Even though Tarzan knew that muscles didn’t make a man a good fighter, he couldn’t help but feel intimidated by the horrendously muscled Zuka.  It bothered Tarzan enough now that he knew he wasn’t the strongest man in the jungle.  He felt He threw a jab that Zuka knocked out of the way like nothing.  Tarzan felt embarrassed in front of the crowd by how easily Zuka knocked his punch out of the way.  He threw some fake punches in an effort to throw his opponent off.  During Tarzan’s final fake jab, Zuka grabbed Tarzan’s wrist and bent it over.  Tarzan fell to his knees as Zuka twisted and turned his wrist.

Zuka amazed the crowd with how easily he brought the lord of the jungle to his knees.  Watching Tarzan in such misery made Zuka laugh.  “I could make you submit right now if I wanted to.”

Zuka kept his evil grip on Tarzan as he reached between his opponent’s legs.  Zuka crotch lifted Tarzan as easily as one would lift a pillow.  But he wasn’t going to slam Tarzan to the ground just yet.  He was going to use the moment to demonstrate his awesome strength before the crowd.  “What do you think of your leader now?”

Zuka kept Tarzan entire body in his strong arms as he tied him up into a pretzel.  He put Tarzan’s right ankle behind his head and then ran Tarzan’s arm between his right leg and torso.  He pulled his left leg in the other direction and hooked it under his right leg.  Tarzan resisted the best he could in his efforts to prevent Zuka from tying him up, but he had no power over Zuka’s physical strength.  Tarzan entire body remained elevated more than five feet off the ground as Zuka’s strong arms held Tarzan and twisted his extremities in all sorts of unnatural positions.  By the time he was finished tying up Tarzan with his own body, Tarzan looked like a knotted up ball of yarn.  Tarzan didn’t even know where his feet were.  Out of the corner of his eye he could see one of his elbows, but he didn’t know if it was his left or right elbow.

Zuka winked at Boy and said, “If we had ten pins here, I could show these tribesmen how to bowl.”

Zuka lifted the balled-up Tarzan over his head and slammed him down to the hard ground with all his might.  Tarzan’s arms and legs got untangled as a result of the hard blow he suffered upon hitting the ground.  Tarzan rolled out of the way, avoiding a heel to his stomach.

Tarzan leaped to his feet and looked around at the crowd, feeling humiliated that they all saw what had just happened.  As Zuka approached his smaller opponent, Tarzan surprised him with a high kick to his chin.  It forces Zuka to take only one step back.  As Zuka resumed approaching Tarzan, he received a high round kick to the side of the face.  Although it made him miss a step, Zuka seemed otherwise unaffected.

Zuka fought back with a right hook that took Tarzan down.  The cocky musclebound fighter stood back and allowed Tarzan to get back on his feet.  Tarzan felt humiliated that Zuka gave him a break, but was secretly glad that he did.

Tarzan faked a jab and then landed a one-two punch to Zuka’s jaw.  Zuka answered with a single blow to the side of Tarzan’s head, which once gain knocked down the stud in the loin cloth.  Zuka reached down for Tarzan, grabbed his arms and held them behind his back, and pulled Tarzan back to his feet against his will.  Zuka kept Tarzan in place with one arm while he brushed Tarzan off with his free hand, humiliating him in front of the crowd.

Then, using his awesome strength on the lord of the jungle, Zuka put Tarzan in an old-fashioned full nelson.  He didn’t put him in the nelson to attempt a submission.  Nor did he do it to inflict pain.  Zuka put Tarzan in the full nelson simply to demonstrate how much stronger he was then Tarzan.  The crowd watched a frustrated Tarzan try his hardest to free himself.  Tarzan was simply no match for Zuka’s superior strength.  And now, Zuka wanted to show everyone exactly how much stronger he was than Tarzan.

“I’m going to walk you over to that tree, my man,” Zuka said loud enough for everyone to hear.  “Let’s see if you’re strong enough to prevent me from doing it.”  Zuka forced Tarzan to begin the long, humiliating walk as Tarzan did everything within his power not to be controlled by Zuka’s amazing strength.  Zuka kept Tarzan in the full nelson and forced him against his will to walk to the tree.  Tarzan felt completely belittled as Zuka won the battle.

Zuka slammed Tarzan’s head into the tree, released him, and decked with a brutal left.  Tarzan saw stars before his body could it the ground.  Once again, Zuka picked him up, brought him to his feet, and humiliated him by brushing him off.

Zuka took a few steps back.  “Come after me, big strong lord of the jungle.”  Zuka began flexing his pecs.  “If you still think you can handle this, start fighting like a man.”

Tarzan surprised Zuka and started throwing some hard fists to his face.  But Tarzan discovered that Zuka’s jaw and chin were a lot more solid than anyone else he had ever gone up against.  Zuka tried to block the punches that Tarzan fired at him, but Tarzan’s change of strategy proved effective.

Zuka finally stepped out of the way, almost feeling embarrassed.  “Damn!  You are one quick motherfucker.  I can’t even see your fists coming my way until it’s too late.  I’ll give you that much credit.  If you only had some power behind your punches, you’d be dangerous.”

Tarzan was more pissed than embarrassed by Zuka’s comment.  He was hellbent to show the rock-solid brute exactly how much power he could put into his punches.  Zuka’s guard proved completely ineffective as Tarzan began throwing his punches in combinations.  Tarzan found that he had the most success with stiff jabs followed by booming rights.  Although Tarzan used this combination of punches until they became predictable, Zuka still could not block them.

A quick jab to the right brow opened a cut that Tarzan hoped would become bothersome.  He knew that if he could open the cut up more, enough blood would ooze out to distort Zuka’s vision.

Zuka finally got a break when he ducked a right hook that Tarzan threw.  Zuka went in, wrapped his musclebound arms around Tarzan’s trunk, picked him up off his feet, and power slammed him to the ground.  Zuka, now on top of Tarzan, pounded his fist into the side of Tarzan’s head.  Tarzan simultaneously punched back and tried to get out from under Zuka.  The stronger man grabbed Tarzan by the wrists and pinned his wrists to the ground, slightly above Tarzan’s head.

Tarzan tried desperately to break free, but wasn’t strong enough.  Zuka’s strength surpassed Tarzan’s to the point that Tarzan could be considered weak by comparison.  His stronger opponent had him securely pinned to the ground and there was not a damn thing Tarzan could do about it.  Zuka spit in Tarzan’s face and scolded him.  “You call yourself lord of the jungle and you have no more strength that this?  I’m putting out a minimal amount of effort to keep you down and you still don’t have the strength to free yourself.  You should be too ashamed to call yourself a man, let alone lord of the jungle.”  Zuka looked around at the crowd of men and said, “I think everyone hear deserves to see a better fight than this.”

Zuka brushed Tarzan off and released him.  He even lifted Tarzan back to his feet.

Djata put his arm around Boy and said, “He shouldn’t have done that.  He had Tarzan right where he wanted him.  Now Tarzan’s going to go back to his quick jabs and combinations.”

Zuka was more prepared for Tarzan’s lighting punches this time.  Although he did take a hard blow to the jaw, Zuka caught Tarzan’s fist as it aimed for the cut on his brow.  Zuka used the massive strength in his arm muscles to deliver an unexpected blow to Tarzan’s stomach.  All Tarzan could do was double over and fall to his knees.

Zuka walked behind Tarzan and grabbed his arms.  He put his foot on Tarzan’s back while Tarzan remained on his knees.  Zuka pulled Tarzan’s arms back while he used his foot to punch Tarzan’s torso forward.  With his arms being pulled in one direction and his torso being pushed in the opposite direction, Tarzan wondered if Zuka was going to tear his arms off.

Zuka used the strength in his leg to force Tarzan down on his stomach.  Zuka now had Tarzan in a surfboard.  Tarzan used up a lot of his strength and stamina trying to get out of the surfboard as he felt his ribs and chest crushing on the ground.  Tarzan knew that Zuka was too strong for him.  He wondered how he would ever get out of the hold.  Tarzan felt like a wishbone being pulled in opposite directions.

Boy smiled as he saw the pain on his uncle’s face.  He laid down on the ground so that Tarzan could see him.  As Zuka kept Tarzan in the surfboard, Boy got in Tarzan’s face and taunted him.  “What’s wrong, Tarzan?” Boy said mockingly.  “You’re supposed to be the strongest man in the jungle.  You’re supposed to be the defender.  You’re supposed to be invincible.  You don’t look so fucking invincible now!”

Tarzan felt belittled by Boy’s comments, especially since he said them loud enough for everyone to hear.  But he was too busy losing the fight to respond to Boy.

Zuka yelled at Tarzan, “I’m going to pull your arms off!”

Tarzan believed Zuka had the strength to do it.  Tarzan felt temporary relief when Zuka released Tarzan’s left arm.  But now Zuka had both hands on Tarzan’s right arm and began to twist, yank, and pull on it until Tarzan began to pound the ground with his left fist.  Zuka’s foot on Tarzan’s back kept the white man exactly where he wanted him.

Zuka boasted to the crowd, “I haven’t even broken a sweat yet.  He’s not even a challenge for me!”

James couldn’t believe how easily Zuka was dominating Tarzan.  He couldn’t believe that Tarzan was being dominated at all.  He could tell that Tarzan was using all the strength he had and still couldn’t stop Zuka from dominating the shit out of him.  He turned to Alex and said, “This isn’t supposed to happen....  He’s Tarzan!”

Zuka released Tarzan’s right arm, grabbed Tarzan’s left arm, and intentionally fell on his ass beside Tarzan.  Zuka planted his left foot above Tarzan’s shoulder and his right foot under Tarzan’s armpit.  Using the massive strength in his incredible legs, Zuka pushed Tarzan’s torso and pulled his arm in the opposite direction.  Zuka concentrated now on Tarzan’s left arm, yanking and twisting it.

Zuka spoke to the crowd.  “After I’ve worked over his arms, I’m going to get him get back up on his feet.  His arms will be sore and like rubber.  Then we’ll see what kinds of punches he can throw.”

Tarzan growled and gritted his teeth as Zuka let out a boasting laugh.  Zuka continued to work over Tarzan’s left arm as Tarzan continued to grow more helpless in the eyes of the crowd.

James put his arm around Alex and said, “Things don’t look good.”

Alex still had confidence in his best friend.  “Don’t count him out yet, buddy.”

Rashidi couldn’t understand why his spell wasn’t working.  He delivered another chant to the gods as Zuka continued to punish Tarzan.

Finally, Zuka released Tarzan and said, “This is getting boring.”  He stood back and said, “Come on, jungle man!  Stand up.  Let’s do some bare-knuckle boxing.”

Tarzan felt like he had lost use of his arms.  He managed to get back up on the strength of his legs alone.  He faced his more muscular opponent and raised his fists.  Although Tarzan’s punches were accurate, nothing could faze Zuka.  The musclebound African threw hard fists and Tarzan ended up eating a few punches.  Tarzan put up a block to protect himself from Zuka’s right hook, but Zuka’s punch was too strong for Tarzan to block.  Zuka’s fist tore through the block and slammed right into Tarzan’s mouth.  Zuka forced Tarzan to double over with a muscle-driven blow to his stomach.  He put his hands behind Tarzan’s head and slammed Tarzan’s face into his knee.  Tarzan then felt Zuka’s arm reach between his leg and then felt himself being hoisted up by Zuka’s biceps and put into a crotch lift position.

The mighty Zuka body slammed Tarzan with the force of five men.  Tarzan rolled over on his side and Zuka side mounted the lord of the jungle.  Zuka sat on Tarzan’s side and threw continual jabs into his face.  Zuka was too big and strong for Tarzan to get out from under.  The black Hercules had him trapped.  Zuka had total control of Tarzan as he punched him in the face and side of the head.  Tarzan curled up and shielded his face, but Zuka used his overpowering strength to pull Tarzan’s shield away with his left and then plunge his right fist into his face.  The jabbing continued until Tarzan’s face was half covered with blood.

Zuka had no trouble rolling Tarzan on his stomach.  Zuka sat on Tarzan’s back and put his right hand on the back of Tarzan’s head.  “Okay Tarzan of the apes, now you’re going to eat some dirt.”  Zuka rubbed Tarzan’s face on the ground in humiliating fashion as Tarzan failed to stop him.  The dust on his face moistened as it mixed with the blood and stuck to his face.  “Hey, Tarzan,” said Zuka.  “Let’s show everybody what you look like now.”

Zuka put his hands under Tarzan’s chin and pulled him back in a camel clutch.  Boy laughed as he saw his uncle’s dirty and bloodied face.  “You’re a fucking pussy compared to Zuka,” Boy yelled.

Zuka continued to pull back on Tarzan until his back was arched up like a cobra.  Tarzan could not hide the pain and agony on his face.  For the first time in his life, he felt powerless over another man and he almost hated himself for it.

Rashidi stood perplexed, unable to comprehend why his spell wasn’t working.  He feared that the tribesmen of the jungle would see his magic and medicine as ineffective.  As Zuka continued to apply the camel clutch on Tarzan, Rashidi heard Zuka say, “After I overthrow you and become lord of the jungle, I’m going to make some major changes.”  Rashidi saw that vague statement as a way out of his predicament.  He announced to the villagers that he too wanted to see some changes in the jungle and announced that the jungle needed a better leader.  He reversed his spell and cast one so that Zuka would win the fight.

Zuka immediately got off of Tarzan and approached Rashidi.  “Cancel that spell!” Zuka demanded.  “I don’t want anyone thinking that the reason I won this fight was because of your so-called magic, especially since I was already kicking his ass without it!”  Wanting to defy Rashidi’s magic and prove to the villagers that Rashidi had no special powers, he told Rashidi to cast a spell so that Tarzan would win.  At first, Rashidi resisted.  But when Zuka pushed and threatened Rashidi, the witchdoctor complied.

Tarzan stood up and walked up to Zuka, who had his back to Tarzan.  Rashidi saw Tarzan approaching them, but said nothing.  As soon as Rashidi finished casting his spell for Tarzan to win the fight, Zuka felt a hand on his shoulder.  He jumped around only to be greeted with a hard right fist to his jaw.  For the first time in the fight, Zuka stumbled a few steps.  Tarzan didn’t allow Zuka to regain his footing.  He drove an uppercut to Zuka’s chin and a left hook to the side of Zuka’s head.  Tarzan ducked a jab and scored another uppercut to Zuka’s chin.  Many tribesmen actually believed that Rashidi’s magic had finally kicked in.  One tribesman said to his fellow in their native tongue, “I’m sure that Zuka regrets making Rashidi reverse the spell.”

Zuka knew that if he could only get his footing back and get reoriented, that he could overpower Tarzan again.  But Tarzan was not about to give him that chance.  Every punch that Tarzan landed moved Zuka back further.  Then, Tarzan took hold of Zuka’s head and slammed it into a tree.  Tarzan attempted to slam Zuka’s head against the tree again, but Zuka grabbed the trunk to stop the impact.  He grabbed Tarzan and returned the punishment.  Tarzan dropped to the ground and landed on his ass.

Zuka picked him up and pressed Tarzan’s back against the tree.  He held Tarzan in place as he went on the other side of the tree.  Zuka grabbed Tarzan’s arms and, using the tree as leverage, pulled back.  Tarzan felt his back pressing into the tree trunk and his arms being pulled from the other side of the tree.  Alex stood behind the crowd so that he could stroke himself.  He watched as Tarzan’s bare chest spread and stretched around the tree trunk.  Alex lusted over the way Zuka’s gargantuan muscles flexed with each powerful tug he inflicted on Tarzan’s arms.

Rashidi approached Tarzan as he remained wrapped around the tree.  He reached into a jar he was holding and smeared a thick, black ointment in a diagonal across Tarzan’s smooth chest.  He then reached inside Tarzan’s loincloth and rubbed some of the ointment on his testicles.

“As if that’s going to make a difference,” Djata yelled at the witchdoctor.  “Face it!  Your magic sucks.”

“That’s right” Zuka agreed.  He released Tarzan and said, “I’ll show you how much it sucks.”

Zuka told Tarzan to put up his fists and fight like a man.  Tarzan showed that he still had some fight in him.  He threw a few jabs and finally landed a right.  Zuka fired back with a right hook.  Tarzan faked a right and then scored with a left-right combination.  Zuka missed with a left and Tarzan landed a right to the side of Zuka’s head and then an ineffective left to Zuka’s stomach.  Tarzan ducked an attempted right from Zuka and then fired back with a left jab, a right uppercut, and then a left hook.  Zuka stood firm and blasted Tarzan with a right hook, sending him to the ground.

A cocky Zuka allowed Tarzan to get back on his feet.  Tarzan tried to hide how wobbly his legs were.  He threw a few wild punches and was knocked down on his back with a single uppercut from his more powerful enemy.

Once again, Zuka showed how confident he was by allowing Tarzan to get back on his feet.  When he saw how much trouble Tarzan was having getting back up, Zuka put his hands under Tarzan’s armpits and lifted him up.  Tarzan drove an uppercut to Zuka before he had a chance to stand back.

Zuka laughed it off and said, “Is that any way to return a favor?”

An infuriated Tarzan slammed his fist into Zuka’s jaw, but Zuka acted as though he didn’t even feel it.  “You got no power in your punches, Tarzan.”

Zuka lands a jab and followed that with a solid right to the head. Zuka then landed a hard right to the jaw and two uppercuts to the chin.  Zuka pushed Tarzan’s back against the tree and, using all the strength he could muster, slammed his hard, powerful fist right into Tarzan’s stomach.  Tarzan doubled over and bent his knees.  Zuka grabbed him and pulled him up before he had a chance to hit the ground.  Zuka belted Tarzan in the stomach again.  While Tarzan was still doubled over, Zuka slammed his fist into Tarzan’s stomach for the third time.

While Tarzan was bent over, Zuka reached over Tarzan’s back and wrapped his arms around his torso.  He then picked Tarzan up and held him upside down.  He dropped Tarzan on his head and released him.

He then mounted himself on Tarzan’s chest and fired away at his face and head.  He beat Tarzan until the ape man had no strength or fight left.  Tarzan’s bruised, bloodied, and injured body laid on the ground as Zuka got up.

“Had enough?” Zuka asked.

Even though Tarzan couldn’t even lift his head, he found it hard to verbalize a submission.  Zuka said, “You shouldn’t have hesitated.”

Zuka grabbed Tarzan’s loincloth and lifted him up.  Zuka held Tarzan up while he punched him in the stomach.  He released Tarzan and landed another right as Tarzan was falling to the ground.

“Face it, Tarzan,” Boy said.  “You’re beat!”

Zuka picked Tarzan back up off the ground.  Growing up in civilization, he was no stranger to pro wrestling.  So, he hoisted Tarzan up on his shoulders in a torture rack.  He shook Tarzan without mercy and bent his spine back over his shoulders.  He then lifted Tarzan off his shoulders and military pressed him over his head.  Instead of letting Tarzan freefall to the ground, Zuka slammed him down as hard a he could.

“Stay down!” Thomas yelled.

Tarzan couldn’t have gotten up if he wanted to.  He was like a rag doll when Zuka pulled him up again.  He grabbed Tarzan by the hair to hold him up while he punched the shit out of his stomach.  Tarzan coughed and gasped.  The only thing holding him up was Zuka’s right hand holding onto his hair.

“Had enough?” Zuka said.

Tarzan’s hesitation motivated Zuka to belt him in the stomach again.  “I said...have you had enough?”

Tarzan opened his eyes just wide enough to look out at the crowd.  He saw Boy grinning from ear to ear.  “So much for that bear-ass spanking you promised me after the fight!” Boy said.

Zuka let go of Tarzan’s hair and grabbed the waist of his loin cloth.  With his free hand, he punched Tarzan in the face.  Tarzan would fall back with every punch, but Zuka’s held on to Tarzan’s loincloth and prevented him from falling to the ground.  Zuka pulled forward on Tarzan’s loincloth and slammed his knuckles on his face again.

Tarzan’s arms were like rubber.  He was too weak to even put up a guard.  He threw Tarzan up against the outside wall of The Hideaway.  He put his left hand on Tarzan’s chest to hold him in place.  With Tarzan’s limp arms hanging down at his sides, Zuka slammed his fist into Tarzan’s pecs repeatedly.  Alex thought he was going to have a full-blown orgasm, even without whacking off.  Zuka threw an uppercut to Tarzan’s stomach and then a right to his jaw.  Zuka grabbed Tarzan, pulled him away from the bar and released him.  Tarzan felt one final right blow to his jaw as he fell to the ground.

Everyone could tell that there was nothing left of Tarzan.  It was all Tarzan could do to remain conscious.  Zuka put his foot on Tarzan’s chest and said, “Have you had enough?”

Tarzan mumbled, “Yeah.”

Zuka stood over Tarzan and flexed his massive muscles in a victory pose.  He then grabbed Tarzan and lifted him over his head.  Tarzan felt one of Zuka’s hands on his back and the other under his butt.  Tarzan’s chest, stomach, and face were facing the sky and he was unable to see the crowd below him.  In that position, being held up over your opponent’s head, it was impossible for Tarzan to feel more defeated.  Zuka walked around the area amongst the crowd, holding the man he defeated high up.  The power Zuka displayed at Tarzan’s expense was amazing.  Zuka then began to do reps with Tarzan, using him like a barbell to do military presses.  Zuka amazed the crowd with his brute strength.

Tarzan felt publicly humiliated as he noticed that Zuka was doing reps with him.  But Tarzan knew the worst was yet to come.  He only hoped that Zuka would fuck him fast and get it over with.

Zuka finally lowered Tarzan to the ground.  He put hand on his loincloth, but stopped himself before he went any further.  “Wait a minute,” he said.  “No one from the Santu tribe knows that their ruler has just fallen.  I must go tell them.”  He pulled Tarzan up as he said, “I must take you with me.”

Zuka picked Tarzan up laid him in his arms.  He looked around and said, “Who’s coming with me?”  No one wanted to miss any of the action, so all the men on hand followed Zuka as he carried Tarzan in his arms and walked in the direction of the Santus’ village.  He looked down at Tarzan’s limp body lying in his arms, “Don’t worry, Tarzan.  There are no women in the village at this time.”

Boy walked beside Zuka and made fun of Tarzan along the way.  “How does it feel to have finally met your match, Tarzan?  I bet words can’t describe how ashamed and humiliated you feel right now!  I bet you thought you’d never see the day when a stronger man would overpower you and dominate you and totally beat the shit out of you!”

Tarzan could do nothing but lay in Zuka’s strong, muscular arms.  He wondered what the Santu tribesmen would think when they saw Zuka carry him into the village.  He hated how Zuka completely annihilated his image and reputation.  After being the strongest, toughest, most virile man in the jungle for so long, Tarzan could not cope with the way Zuka beat him up and dominated him in public.

Zuka carried Tarzan over a shallow stream and back onto try land.  The others followed Zuka to the jungle and watched him carry a depleted Tarzan like a bride.  Zuka made an auspicious entrance into the village.  With his huge black muscles pumped to the max, he carried Tarzan up to a group of men and said, “I’m sorry to interrupt your prayers, but I thought every man in the jungle needed to know that their leader has been overthrown by someone stronger and more powerful.”

Zuka continued to carry Tarzan in his arms as he walked through the village and rounded up all the men.  Then, Zuka stood before everyone as Tarzan laid in his arms.  “I just fought Tarzan.  Tarzan has already submitted to me, but I think he needs to make an official announcement to the entire assembly.”

Zuka looked down at Tarzan and said, “Repeat after me.  I Tarzan,”

“I Tarzan,” he said, laying in Zuka’s arms.

Zuka said, “Hereby submit to Zuka!”

Tarzan said, “I Tarzan hereby submit to Zuka!”

Tarzan then repeated the rest of the “oath” that Zuka instructed him to give, “Zuka is more powerful then me.  Zuka is stronger than me.  Zuka has overpowered me and has defeated me.  I relinquish my power and authority to Zuka who is now my superior. I am inferior to Zuka.  I am subordinate to Zuka.  I, Tarzan, submit to Zuka.”

Zuka planned to carry Tarzan back to The Hideaway and fuck him.  But one of the Santu tribesmen suggested that he fuck Tarzan at the same place where Tarzan fucked King Uba after their fight.  Zuka could understand and appreciate the symbolism in the man’s suggestion.  He agreed to do it and the tribesman led the way.  Zuka followed, carrying Tarzan in the same direction in which they had just come.  “If we’re going near The Hideaway again, let’s detour by there so that we can get Tarzan’s friend who I beat up earlier today.  I’d like for him to see Tarzan get his ass fucked by me.”

Zuka showed no signs of tiring as he carried Tarzan’s deadweight inside The Hideaway.  He laid Tarzan down on the bar next to his friend, Rex.  He rolled Rex on top of Tarzan so that their stomachs and chests touched.  Zuka then put his arms under Tarzan, who laid under Rex, and picked them both up.  Then, Zuka amazed everyone by lifted both Tarzan and Rex over his head.  Zuka had his hands on Tarzan’s back and butt while Rex laid on top of him.  And like he had done earlier, Zuka began to do reps with Tarzan and Rex.  Both men felt extremely humiliated as Zuka dominated and manhandled both of them at once.

Zuka put them down, but only briefly.  He bent down and slung Tarzan over his left shoulder and Rex over his right shoulder.  He picked them up and with a man thrown over each shoulder, looked at his guide and said, “Show me the way.”

Zuka carried Tarzan and Rex out of the tavern and into the jungle.  Djata offered to carry one of the men, but Zuka declined.  He was in the mood to gloat his power and strength over both men.  Tarzan and Rex’s shirtless bodies draped helplessly over Zuka’s strong, broad shoulders.  Both men could not have been more limp if they were unconscious.  Their bronze skin contrasted with Zuka’s ebony skin as they hung upside down over his back.

Zuka carried the two men as he followed the guide.  The rest of the crowd followed behind Zuka, Tarzan, and Rex.  It was impossible for Tarzan to look more powerless as his body jolted and his arms swung with every step that Zuka made.  After carrying both men nearly a mile, the guide instructed Zuka that they had reached the place where Tarzan fucked King Uba and thus became lord of the jungle.

Boy and Djata helped Zuka lower Tarzan and Rex to the ground.  Tarzan felt Boy’s hand on his chest and heard him say, “You’re gonna get what’s coming to you now.”

Tarzan laid spread eagle on the ground as Zuka pulled off Tarzan’s loincloth.  The crowd looked down at Tarzan’s naked body.  The ointment was still smeared across his chest and balls.

Zuka pulled off his shorts and stood naked before the men.  Even his dick looked musclebound.  He looked down at Tarzan as he stroked his big, black cock.  The crowd watched it harden before their eyes.  Veins were popping out of his thick shaft and his mushroom head swelled to the size of a portabella.

He reached down for his shorts and pulled a condom out of the back pocket.  “I hope this is an extra-large,” he laughed.  He wrapped up his manhood and rolled Tarzan over on his stomach.  “You’re mine, baby.”

Tarzan braced himself for what he knew would be an extremely painful moment.  Zuka, showing no mercy, forced his huge, fat dick up Tarzan’s tight virgin asshole.  Tarzan screamed in pain, but Zuka covered Tarzan’s mouth with his hand.  Zuka stroked shaft against the tight walls of Tarzan’s asshole.  The pain was more than Tarzan could bear.  He bit Zuka’s hand and Zuka retaliated with a backhand slap to Tarzan’s head.  “Fucking bitch!” Zuka said to Tarzan.  “Be a big girl and take it!”

Zuka grabbed Tarzan’s wrists and held his hands behind his back as Zuka continued to pump Tarzan’s ass with his enormous cock.  “Ooh!  You got a tight pussy, Tarzan.  It’s almost too tight.”

Alex, Thomas, and James watched Zuka emasculate Tarzan.  Although Thomas and James hated to see their fallen hero so humiliated, Alex looked for a way to beat off.

Boy taunted Tarzan and verbally humiliated him.  “How do you like that big piece of black meat up your ass, woman?”

Tarzan tried to relax the tension in his ass, hoping that would lessen the pain.  But Zuka’s dick was too big.  There was no way it wouldn’t hurt.  Tarzan felt sexually and physically dominated and publicly humiliated as his manlier enemy continued to have his way with him.  He wondered what his life in the jungle would now be like.  Everyone would know that he was defeated and fucked by Zuka.

Zuka pumped Tarzan’s ass fast without regard to Tarzan’s physical discomfort.  “I’m the lord of the jungle now,” Zuka said.  “This is my jungle, not yours, Tarzan.  From now on, you do what I say!”

The crowd watched Zuka’s big, hard cock pull in and out of Tarzan’s ass.  Zuka pulled out completely for a moment and rolled Tarzan on his back.  He lifted Tarzan’s legs up and placed them on his shoulders.  Zuka then shoved his dick in again and fucked Tarzan on his back.  Tarzan could now look up at the crowd who were watching him get fucked and emasculated.  He saw Boy looking down on him, giving him the middle finger.

“I own you,” Zuka said to Tarzan.  “I fucking own you!”

Tarzan closed his eyes as Zuka’s shaft rubbed in and out of his shit hole.  He knew he would never live it down.  He thought that he would rather leave the jungle than to have to show his face to any of its inhabitants again.

As Zuka continued to fuck Tarzan, he rubbed Tarzan’s balls.  “A lot of good the witchdoctor’s brew did you!” he said.

After 30 minutes had passed, Zuka pulled out and said, “And now, for the ultimate humiliation.  I’m going to make you swallow my seed...my liquid manhood...my cum.  You’ll have a part of me inside of you.”

Zuka pulled off his condom and shoved his dick in Tarzan’s mouth.  Zuka fucked Tarzan’s mouth in front of everyone.  “You better swallow all of it!” he threatened.

In a matter of seconds, Zuka’s dick erupted.  Tarzan, afraid to disobey Zuka, gulped down all of Zuka’s jism.  After Zuka’s dick was drained dry, Tarzan felt Zuka’s cock begin to soften in his mouth.  Zuka made Tarzan suck his limp dick for a while longer until he was completely satisfied.

Zuka stood over Tarzan, put his foot on Tarzan’s chest, and flexed in a final victory pose.  “Men, you have a new leader today,” Zuka said.  “Someone even stronger and more powerful than Tarzan.  Someone much stronger and more powerful than Tarzan.  Everyone in the jungle must obey me...including Tarzan.  I am now lord of the jungle.  Say it Tarzan!  Say, ‘Zuka is now lord of the jungle.  He is stronger, more virile, and more powerful than me.  I utterly submit to him.”


Tarzan was already humiliated worse than he could imagine.  With no pride left to lose, he opened his eyes slightly and said, “Zuka is now lord of the jungle.  He is stronger, more virile, and more powerful to me.  I utterly submit to him.”