Tarzan: The Ultimate Prize

Sayo kneels down beside Tarzan’s fallen body. He begins to feel Tarzan’s muscular arms, his perfect pecs, his washboard abs, his powerful thighs.

Jeff snaps Sayo out of his revelry. “We should get Tarzan back to our camp. The chloroform won’t keep him out for long.”

“Quite right, Jeff,” replies Sayo. “And the sooner we get back to camp, the sooner I can begin my fun.”

Sayo carefully pulls the unconscious Tarzan over his right shoulder and stands with his prize. He caresses Tarzan’s rounded, athletic ass through his loincloth. The feeling is indescribable to Sayo. He had waited for this moment for so long and now it was finally here. And the sensations were even better than he anticipated. Here was Sayo with the captured Tarzan unconscious and slung over his shoulder. There would be many more moments like this, thought the young man, each one better than the last.

Jeff and Sayo leave the clearing, taking Tarzan back to their camp.