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(from the end of Chapter 8 -- The Pirate and the Pygmies)
Leather sees dollar signs ringing up on a'big old cash register every time he sees a pygmy's eyes light up. As an expert equestrian and trainer, he can see the value in owning a slave like Tarzan, the ultimate beast! He can't wait to get him home to his estate, saddling him up to ride him through the fields, harnessing him to a plow, getting five times the work out of him that he can get out of an ox, free from the constraints of animal cruelty laws.
Leather unharnesses Tarzan from the cart so his slave can unload some goods he brought to trade with the pygmies. The pygmies are fascinated at the sudden transformation from the mighty jungle stud to a mindless beast of burden. Leather lashes his whip at Tarzan and points to a couple large wooden crates.
"Fetch those crates from my cart, slave!" Leather demands.
Tarzan's muscles spring to attention at the crack of the whip and the exhausted slave quickly goes for the heavy crates. He struggles to get hold of a crate on his own, barely able to hold it as he staggers to Leather, the pygmy chief and some of his top men beside him.
"Carry that crate of goods over to the chief's hut, slave!" Leather orders. Tarzan can't see the pygmies as the crate blocks his vision. He doesn't know which way to go to follow them, but Leather tugs on the reins on his ball harness as he walks behind the slave, guiding it left.
The pygmies' eyes grow wide, seeing the king of the jungle controlled by his balls. Tarzan can't see a thing with the crate, and he goes as he is led by Leather's grip on the reins.
"That's it, slave, be mindful of Master's reins."
The pygmies are barely half Tarzan's size, and walking beside his tree trunk legs, they eye his bulging loincloth and the leash coming from it, controlling the mighty jungle stud.
Leather sees their reaction to Tarzan's captivity, and as he looks at the collection of shrunken heads displayed as though on a voodoo alter over the entrance to the chief's hut, he decides to make his play.
"I have a deal for you my little friends," Leather says to the elders at his side as thye watch Tarzan labor under the several hundred pounds of goods in the crate.
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Chapter Nine - Trading Stock
"We have the regular items ready for you," says the chief. "We've been eager to trade with you again."
The chief motions to a half dozen men to get the goods to trade with Leather, who smiles, knowing these pygmies have enjoyed his business, shrewdly holding out for better deals without ever realizing how far ahead Leather comes out of their trades.
"Well, I am most pleased to hear of this!" Leather says to the chief.
Tarzan remains standing with the enormous crate as the two men talk, his mighty legs quivering as he struggles to hold the weight. Leather pulls on both reins, signaling for Tarzan to place the crate down.
"Put the crate down, slave!" he barks out at the beast.
Tarzan squats slowly, careful not to damage the crate, and finally sets his burden down, rising back up to his full height and strength, breathing hard, finally looking around at the gathering of pygmy elders.
"But you mentioned a deal," the chief says, almost absent-mindedly, his attention fixed on the mighty Tarzan, obediently slaving for this pirate trader, licking his lips at the savage strength.
"I will harness this slave to your plow and work him under my whip and reins until your field is dug fertile," Leather says, pausing for effect as he lets that image fully sink into the pygmy's mind, "in return for a few of those shrunken heads."
The sacred heads are an enormous price to pay. But the little pygmies have struggled to get their fields plowed, with no suitable beasts of burden at their disposal so deep in the jungle, and the pygmies themselves so small that the labor they can provide is grossly inefficient, taking two or three times as long as it would take a larger tribe to complete the work.
"So you deal in slaves now?" says the chief, walking around Tarzan to look him over more carefully.
"I deal in anything that can be bought or sold," says Leather. "However, this one is not for sale. He is my personal property."
The chief looks up at Tarzan, eager to get his hands on him, but reluctant to overstep himself with the pirate's property. Leather watches the chief look him over, then tugs down hard on his ball reins.
"Down on your knees, slave!" he orders.
Tarzan winces as his balls are yanked and quickly obeys, dropping to his knees. Leather nudges the back of his head with the handle of his whip.
"Lick your Master's boots, slave, while he conducts business!"
Tarzan hesitates for a moment, something deep within him resisting debasing himself in front of these inferior little men. But he cannot disobey, bending over and putting his tongue to work on Leather's filthy boots.
The chief smiles at the sight of Tarzan obediently lapping at Leather's boots.
"For once I wish I had my own boots," the chief says, wiggling his toes while all the pygmies watching laugh at Tarzan's expense. Leather laughs along with them, and he lashes the whip at Tarzan on all fours, shredding the back flap of his loincloth even more.
"Keep licking that boot, slave!"
The chief walks behind Tarzan, boldly using his staff to poke and probe at the beast's pumped muscles.
"Pity it's not for sale," says the chief, admiringly.
"This animal is strong, not afraid of hard work!" Leather says as the chief continues inspecting the mighty Tarzan.
The chief is more active with his staff, seeing that Leather doesn't mind. He pokes at Tarzan' s giant legs, so rock hard there is no give as the pygmy tests his muscle.
Leather pulls on the reins so Tarzan's balls can be seen from behind, pulled from his loincloth, yanked back between his legs.
"Just look at the balls on this slave," Leather says, setting himself up to close the deal.
The pygmy chief uses his staff to lift a piece of Tarzan's torn loincloth, in tatters from the whipping his ass has received. Now the welts on his ass are revealed, and the chief marvels at Tarzan's endurance.
The crowd ooohs and aahhs at Tarzan's swollen bull balls. The chief is impressed with the offering pulled back from between Tarzan's legs, and uses his staff to slap the balls, finally getting a reaction from Tarzan, who yelps as he licks his master's boots. The crowd laughs loudly at the chiefs handling of the once mighty Tarzan, and Leather chuckles.
"I always whip this beast's balls," Leather tells the chief.
The pygmy chief bounces Tarzan's balls on his staff, as if he's weighing them. Tarzan grunts in agony and shame as he licks his master's boots harder and harder.
Leather turns his boot slowly for Tarzan to lick at while the chief continues to inspect the beast.
The chief notices Tarzan's reaction to the assault on his bull balls, amazed to see him work even harder on the pirate's boots as he bats the balls harder.
"This slave works his hardest when his balls are being whipped," Leather says.
Even on all fours, licking at his master's feet, Tarzan is getting more and more worked up with each blow from the chifs staff, his muscles pumping bigger than ever.
"Incredible!" says the pygmy chief. "You have trained the beast well!!!"
"Yes, this beast is broken to the taste of my leather!" Leather says proudly. The chief hands his staff to one of his men and steps closer behind Tarzan, bent over on all fours. He grabs Tarzan's balls, one in each hand, his hands barely able to grip around the huge balls. The pygmy chief begins to squeeze, watching Tarzan's body convulse and flex as his licking grows faster and harder.
Leather watches, mentally noting how he can use this ball torture to get Tarzan to do whatever he wants. The pygmies cheer their approval, amazed to see their own chief controlling the toughest stud in the jungle. Leather chuckles, holding the reins and whip and watching.
The chief reaches farther between Tarzan's legs, feeling the bulging loincloth and pulling it down, drawing snarls and grunts from Tarzan as his hard cock is roughly rubbed against the leather loincloth and pulled back hard between his legs. The chief motions to one of his men, who hands him his own club. The chief holds Tarzan's aching cock, roughly bent back in its loincloth as he wields the club to rousing cheers from the crowd, egging him on to let Tarzan feel his strength.
Leather hears Tarzan snarl and grunt, and he brings his whip down on him.
"Keep focused on licking my boot, simple-minded slave! ' he commands. Immediately after Leather whips the slave, the chief swings his club at the cock in loincloth pulled between Tarzan's legs, connecting with full force, sending Tarzan's entire body into spasms. Tarzan's muscles go wild, and Tarzan takes it out on his master's boots, practically licking the leather right off the boot. Leather feels Tarzan's tongue on his boot and the bulge in his riding tights grows at the thought of what talents Tarzan may have as an oral slave.
The chief swings at Tarzan's trapped cock again, smacking it so hard Tarzan's head flies up in response, but his head is trapped between Leather's legs as the pirate squeezes hard, pushing the back of Tarzan's head, nuzzling him against his bulge. The chief looks for Leather's reaction as he pulls his club back again, and he begins smacking Tarzan's hard cock back and forth, mercilessly, Tarzan's head struggling against Leather's bulge between his legs, his head trapped, digging up into Leather's bulge with every assault from behind.
Tarzan's back is arched, his cock pulled back through his legs and brutally pummeled, his head practically lifting Leather off the ground as Tarzan struggles between his clenched legs, firmly trapped against Leather's crotch. The pygmy crowd is going wild, watching the mighty Tarzan reduced to an animal, manhandled by their chief and the pirate master. Leather keeps his firm legs locked tightly, keeping Tarzan smothered.
The chief misses with his aim, landing the club with full force on Tarzan's tightly leashed balls and the savage stud yelps in agony, lifting Leather off the ground with his trapped head. Everyone sees how strong this jungle slave is under pain, and it makes Leather think about how he can harness and control that strength.
The chief finally stops his assault, stepping back to look with pride and astonishment on what he has achieved with Tarzan's cock and balls. He licks his lips at the quivering slave beast in front of him, still trapped between Leather's legs.
'Thank you, Chief!" says Leather. "You have just given me an idea on how to keep this beast of slavery!" Leather realizes that keeping Tarzan's cock and balls in constant pain is the key to getting him to work his hardest.
'I thank you!" replies the pygmy. "I would never have dreamed you would bring me such a satisfying treat. You have shown this animal his true place in the jungle."
"I just can't wait to get him back to my private estate back home!"
"I had my doubts at giving up our sacred shrunken heads for something so unlikely as the king of the jungle slaving away to plow all our fields for us, but I can see you can back up your offer. On behalf of all my pygmy people who will never again have to fear this meddlesome savage, I accept your offer."
Leather smiles at finally getting hold of the trophy heads he has long craved.
"I have some leather to harness this beast to your plow, and I promise I will work this slave hard under my whip on your fields," says the pirate.
"ls it to much to ask for my men and me to help you work the slave?" says the chief, trying to contain his eagerness.
"By all means, Chief," says Leather, clapping the little pygmy on the back, eager to see the jungle s smallest tribe working its strongest stud like a beast of the fields.
"I have one more request," says the chief, as he hands one head after another over to the pirate captain. "For every head I give you, you will bring Tarzan back in a future year to plow our fields again."
"That is a deal!" says Leather, quickly taking the half dozen heads and securing them in his bag before the chief can change his mind. "It is a pleasure for me to drive a slave on a plow!"
The pigmies erupt in cheering and celebration, quickly springing into action and pulling the plow into place. Leather is offered drink and smoke to celebrate the deal. Leather laughs heartily, fully enjoying his new status as the hero who conquered Tarzan.
"I think I can get used to owning this slave!" Leather says, finally getting his due. The women prepare a spit over the fire to cook up a feast. Tarzan, meanwhile, is down on all fours, shamed, his cock and balls aching as he sees Leather receive the treatment once reserved for the king of the jungle.
Leather stands laughing with a few of the pygmy men, enjoying his new fortune, holding his whip, and licking his lips as he starts to understand the wonder he has possession of. Claiming Tarzan as his property is obviously a passport to power in the jungle, and he can't help but wonder what it will be like back home when he brings the legendary man-ape home in chains.
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