You are embarrassed to admit it, but what with being found guilty of a crime, and sentenced to an alternate reality as a gorilla, and then shrunk by an ape man and stuffed into his loincloth's pouch, you're pretty exhausted. The swaying movement of the ape man swinging through the trees and the dark warm surroundings lull you to sleep in spite of your predicament.
The sound of fruit noisily being eaten awakens you. You are laying with your arms wrapped around a warm cylindar in a dark musky place. Then you remember where you are and pull your arms back in horror. A trickle of juice runs down the ape man's chest and abdomen and snakes into the narrow breach of his loincloth. It has a fruity smell, and you are thirsty. So you crawl toward the liquid trail and begin to lick it off the apeman's skin. You hear a rustling sound nearby, and realize that the apeman is finding the ministrations of your tongue exciting. You hesitate. The juice tastes good, maybe a bit tart. Suddenly, you realize that it's fermented. Oh, great you think, what if Tarzan gets drunk on that fruit? You are so thirsty you keeping licking, what if you get drunk? You're violently knocked against Tarzan's penis as his hand grips his leather pouch and begins rubbing back and forth. What's going on? you wonder. Then you realize what that spicy smell that you noticed earlier reminds you of! Of course, Tarzan's entire wardrobe consists of a single leather loin cloth, so why would anyone think he'd have a separate cum rag?
The leather molds to the ape man's powerful hand like a glove. His thumb lifts and raises you and his penis in his grip. The supple smelly leather and the hard warm rod are so erotically stimulating. You are horrified, and mesmerized at the same time.
You cry out, "Ooook! Ooook! OOook!" Hoping the apeman will hear and remember you're there.
The squeeze you receive suggests he knows exactly where you are.
You wonder if Tarzan has meant Jane yet in this reality, or if he ever will? You are now the horny Lord of the Apes jock off toy, what will become of you?