Tarzan: The Ultimate Prize

Tarzan saw Sayo motion toward the tree. Before he could react, Jeff lassos Tarzan from above. The rope pins Tarzan’s mighty arms to his side. In his weakened state, Tarzan cannot break free of his bonds.

Sayo exclaims with glee, “I’ve got him! I’ve got him!”

Jeff yells down from the tree, “Actually, I’ve gotten him. Finish him off!”

Slowly, deliberately, Sayo takes an amber bottle and white cloth from his pocket. He opens the bottle, inverts it, and wets the cloth. Tarzan watches him do this but does not understand what is happening. He continues his futile struggle to free himself from Jeff’s ropes, but the sedative has done its job well.

Sayo walks behind the struggling Tarzan, his dick rock hard at the anticipation of what he about to do. “It’s time for you to go to sleep, Tarzan. When you wake up, I’ll begin to have my fun with you.”

With those words, Sayo clamps the cloth over Tarzan’s nose and mouth. Tarzan tries to wrench himself free, but he is too weak and tightly bound. He begins to cough as an odd smell attacks his nostrils.

“Don’t you recognize the smell, Tarzan?” asks Sayo coyly. “It’s chloroform. You’ll get used to it from now on. The two of you will become good friends. Just take deep breaths for me, Tarzan, and soon you’ll be sleeping.”

Tarzan’s already feeble exertions begin to slow even more as he breaths in the chloroform. He does not know what to make of these new sensations. He begins to feel drowsy; he starts to hear the sound of the surf in his ears. His limbs grow heavier and heavier.

Sayo is enthralled at the sight and feel of the god-like Tarzan being chloroformed in his arms. With his free hand he begins to caress Tarzan’s hair and face, moving down to his neck and upper chest. He moves himself closer behind the almost defeated Jungle Lord, pressing his hard on into Tarzan’s ass.

“Just a few more breaths, Tarzan. Go to sleep, my friend. Go to sleep,” Sayo gently encourages Tarzan.

Tarzan’s takes another breath of the cloying vapours. His eyelids begin to flutter. One more breath takes the last of Tarzan’s consciousness from him. His eyes close and do not open again. He is deeply asleep.