It was all he could do not to give in to the tears. Tears of intense pain. Pain centred up between his legs. Pain that raged deep within his guts .. spreading like a forest fire fanned by strong winds through his insides.
It was hell. Tarzan knew he’d be weakening. His nerves were aflame. If he had to fight off this penetrating pain for long, he’d be sapping himself of his strength. Those fires inside him were burning him up. In time the effort of fighting them back would exhaust him.
An all-nighter. White Bull had condemned him to an all-night fight. He’d get no rest. These agonies would deny him any chance of that. All night stuck with this will-sapping heat, a night of fighting these crippling fires. Fiery heat had his erection drowning in a bubbling cauldron of liquid steel. He was panting. His skin was quivering .. no amount of deep breathing could stop that trembling for long. And as long as he let that evil heat get to him .. weaken him, it would only get worse .. harder to find the strength of mind to keep fighting back.
Tarzan would have to break free. And soon. Or by dawn he’d be a wreck. And be faced with White Bull’s smirking return. With first light coming back in triumph .. claiming Tarzan’s life. Making a sacrifice of Tarzan’s last breath.
Again he bit down hard on the pain. He fought against the threat of a trickle pain forming in his eye. Teeth tight-clenched .. a sudden sharp spark of scorching pain had shot from his crutch down his thighs. An intense pain .. Tarzan put up an equally intense fight. No one could know it. No one could see it. See the agonies he was in .. his suffering. He couldn’t afford it.
Show it? Let those guards by the entrance settling down for the night catch wind of his fears .. no way. Till they dozed off, they’d only see their hated apeman stood strong and firm. No choice. He had to act the part .. strong, unmoved, undaunted. Otherwise by dawn the whole tribe would know of White’s triumph over Tarzan.
And as for these suckers …? This pair of white-men who handed him over and then got done-over themselves? As far as they would know, Tarzan had just gone for a walk in the park ….. To all appearances Tarzan had got a grip on the agonies raging like a firestorm inside his guts .. he’d beaten them back. Seemingly he had conquered White Bull’s inhuman abuse. Risen above that. They’d see a Tarzan who could take that and more ….. Not beaten. And that was all these suckers would see.
This asshole of an apeman .. his calmness unnerved Reilly .. he couldn’t fathom it out. How was it possible? To look so unabashed? Tarzan had been severely beaten .. brutally, viciously .. several times. His front was covered with evil burning welts from that thick leather strap. And the prick still had that wooden cock up his backside .. the heat from extra-sharp chilli’s eating away at his chute. Reilly remembered .. once absent-mindedly he’d picked his nose when eating a chilli pepper .. how that had fucking burned! And raped .. this asshole still had that monstrous-sized dildo stuck up his back-channel .. super-sized with chilli sauce, extra-hot. How the fuck he looked so cool? This motherfucker wasn’t human .. couldn’t be!
Reilly’s flabbergasted gaze dropped to the fool’s prick. Inescapably bound into an aching hard-on .. agonisingly coated with that same crimson-hot chilli-goo. Just imagine it! And this cocksucker was acting like he did this every day. Happened to him three times before breakfast. Didn’t give a shit! Did this asshole have no feelings? The prick was unreal.
“What you done ….?” Reilly asked. “Why they hate your fucking hide so much?”
Tarzan wasn’t going to justify himself .. not to these suckers who had got themselves into this mess. Pure self-interest had landed them like this. And him.
With that .. with two words .. Tarzan dismissed years of bad feelings between him and men calling themselves White Bull. And with that he also scotched any idea of working together. Scorned any gesture of the three of them “being in this together”. As far as Tarzan was concerned, this pair were getting what they deserved.
Reilly decided then this dude was indeed an ape. This Tarzan was an animal. Wasn’t human.
“Looks like that story ends right here, asshole,” he mocked. Angered at this ape acting so haughty.
A savage, that was what he was. A wild beast, this Tarzan. No human being could take all that. Get tortured out of his fucking head. Be tortured with his innards on fire. And behave .. and sound .. so cool. So fucking high-and mighty.
“Looks of you, sunshine .. you’re not going anywhere ….”
Reilly mocked. Now driven to wind Tarzan up. Riled by him acting so superior. Acting like he didn’t give a shit. That white-painted motherfucker of a chief gave Reilly the willies. No way was HE taking it so lightly. Yet this ape .. this motherfucker of an animal .. behaving like he didn’t give a shit …. That got right under Reilly’s skin. Burning. Like chilli singeing him inside his nose.
Sarcastic, Reilly’s head indicated Tarzan’s tortured hard-on. His hands tied to the pole above his head. His torso bearing nasty marks of punishing beatings. His cock painted with chilli sauce .. inflamed .. throwing a boner he never went looking for. If anyone ever looked fucked .. it was this dude … this fucking ape ….
“Can’t see you running far .. like that …”
With that fuck-stick up your ass too, he thought to himself.
Tarzan confidently answered back.
“Tarzan has been captured many times. He has always worked himself free.”
Truth-be-told, Tarzan WAS burning up. His insides WERE in agony. Before, still on that altar stone, before they’d lowered his legs, there’d been a deal of fumbling around his backside. Now he knew they had tied that fiery effigy inside him to the cords keeping his cock hard. He couldn’t shove it out. The same trick that first White Bull had tried on him. Trapped .. that thing inexorably held inside. Scorching agonies. On his cock-shaft too the scorching was driving him out of his mind. He had sweated like the rains would never stop. Fiery pepper would work him over all night. Weakening him .. crushing his spirit .. in preparation for the moment of his death.
This pair of pricks were responsible for getting him into this. Their greed had sold him out. Let them see how Tarzan was really feeling? Give them that satisfaction? No way!