"Rest!" Richard exclaimed incredulously, still surprised every time he spoke with Garok's deep, resonant masculine voice.
"If you can't sleep, read a book, watch something on the telly," Tim offered. "I've got to make sure everything's arranged at Oxford."
Richard inhaled and tried to restore calm, although he quivered with a mix of emotions. He should be grateful to Tim and his butler. They'd at least applied a patina of civilization and proper breeding to his appearance with the bath, shave, hair trim, and clothes that, more or less, fit his big, muscular body.
"You'll be fine," Tim said. He stepped forward and tried to get his arms around Richard.
Richard was surprised by the hug. They were rarely demonstrative with each other. Tim adopted a mischievous tone. "Although I could definitely grow to like this new you," Tim said admiring the solid feel of his friend's new form.
"Don't even say that!" Richard retorted, but he did find himself appreciating the hug from the much smaller man.
Tim left him on his own, which gave him a chance to wander to the library. He took a book about the Peloponnesian War off the shelf and settled in a plush armchair.
He hadn't gotten past the foreword when the words seemed to blur and fly off the page. He slammed the book closed with considerable force, tossed the volume across the room, and grumbled, "Me no like stupid book."
He shook his head. Where had that come from?
Richard leapt from the armchair, retrieved the tossed book and replaced it on the shelf. He took his friend's second suggestion and headed to the den, picking up a remote and turning on the television. He scanned the channels before a flash of verdant jungle on the screen attracted his attention. Before he realized it, he found himself engrossed in a documentary about a band of chimpanzees in the Congo.
A segment exploring the mutual grooming techniques made him long for the attentive hands of Tim's faithful butler. He watched the apes meticulously grooming each other. One of the chimp's on the screen, having plucked a particularly large parasite from a fellow chimp's fur, ate it with enthusiasm and began digging in the other ape's fur for more.
Thanks to Frederick and the soapy water, most of the clinging parasites that had inhabited the jungle man's hairy body had been washed down the drain. However, not even Frederick's diligence had gotten deep into the jungle man's ears. As he watched the mesmerizing chimpanzee show, Richard plunged a finger deep into his left ear canal.
Following the example of the on-screen groomer ape, Richard barely glanced at his prize before he popped the finger into his mouth and sucked off the waxy morsel.
A second later came the horror at what he had just done. He used the remote to click off the television.
Swearing off any more distracting pastimes, Richard decided to go upstairs to his room and sleep. Once the door closed behind him, he could barely wait to remove all the clothing that Frederick had purchased for him. The briefs went last, freeing the jungle man's obscene cock. Even as he stared at the unaccustomed endowment in awe, his hand encircled it.
The first few strokes he gave himself were accompanied by an increase in perspiration. Sweat flowed profusely from his hairy armpits and Richard whimpered in dismay when he detected a hint of the funky body odor he had hoped the thorough bath had banished.
His hand squeezed tightly around his very sensitive cock and dispersed his emerging concerns. Working the enormous cock became Richard's only focus. He tugged and stroked, grunted and groaned. Testosterone and musk entrenched his body's demands for sexual release as the jungle man's stench began to reassert itself.