You recall reading something about fur lined briefs being really good to jock off in...and realize you're the living fur lining in Tarzan's leather brief. As his hand forces you through the supple leather hide loin cloth to ride up and down Tarzan's swelling rod, you start to get hard too. Then he explodes, hot sticky white cum covers you, and lubes you as the lord of the apes continues to jack off. Amazingly the healthy stud manages to cum five times before rolling over on his belly and falling asleep. You managed to cum twice. Your little dollops are mixed with the gallons coagulating around you. Your fur is matted to your body and to the leather pouch of the ape man. His heavy semi-flaccid member lays across you pressing you deeper into his cum. You find it hard to breathe, and feel exhausted. You pass out.
Your hairs being ripped out awakens you with a screech. The ape man has unfastened his loin cloth and is getting up. You are glued firmly in place. Hours must have passed. You hear another voice speak softly to which your hear Tarzan's reply, "Yes, I promise I'll be more careful with my new-uh-toy than I was with the last one."
Toy? Could he mean you?
Tarzan picks up the loin cloth with you firmly attached and hangs it and you from a makeshift vine clothes line.
"Shouldn't you wash that first?" says the other voice. It sounds familiar.
"Air wash is best in the jungle. You know about courts of law. Tarzan know about jungle."
Courts of Law? That voice.
The other person steps into view putting an arm around Tarzan's shoulder, as the person leans forward to look at helpless cum-covered little you. You stare at a giant familiar face-it's.....