As Tarzan travels through the jungle, you become incredibly ashamed of what has happened. Of your predicament. This is a worse sentence than a lifetime in jail! You are not only a hairy smelly ape, but you are now shrunk and Tarzan's personal sex toy! Doomed to offer him a lot of masturbation moments. You are his relief toy for the worst sort of relief on the side of the toy! And the worst is that your being mesmerized by Tarzan's erection makes it even more awful. How could you be enticed by something so homoerotic? You reel at the simple thought of even being a little bit homosexual. Instead you seethe under the utter humiliation of your sentence. Of course, you are too selfish to understand that regarding the vile crime you committed, well, you do deserve every ounce of humiliation you are getting. You've been a disgusting criminal and you should atone fully, in the most mortifying circumstances the better. You then decide to punish Tarzan. To make him understand that you are NOT a sex toy and that Tarzan should NOT consider you as one. Feeling very jealous of his masculine body, you think of a way to harm him, punish him of his humungous - and clearly very much enjoyable - ejaculation. And you come up with a solution rather quickly. You start by grabbing Tarzan's pubic hair and pull on those roughly. You grasp his pubes with firmness and you hear the ape man's loud yelp of pain. Perfect! Now he knows he cannot treat you like that! And Tarzan pats you roughly through his loincloth, dislodging you from his pubic hair with his fingers while grunting. You fall, to the bottom of his loincloth, while he is back to swinging across branches. You hit the bottom of the leather of his loincloth. But then you get squished by something soft and scratchy. And full of smelly coarse hair. The pressure is not painful. In fact, it's like being pressed with strange water balloons. Two, actually.
You understand quickly. You are stuck between Tarzan's testicles. You are between his balls! How vile! How revolting! Ugh! You try to get away from that disgusting place but to no avail. You can breathe, but only the musky smell of the Lord Of The Apes's crotch. But as you push the offensive organs out of your way, not minding the too-near presence of the gigantic penis in your speed, you sense a massive twitch from Tarzan and the tiniest giggle above you. Oh... Tarzan is ticklish... Should he be worthy of being called Tarzan The Ticklish? It would certainly give you a certain revenge... Not the best, but a clear indication to him that he cannot treat you like an simple object. So you seize the massive hairy testicles and dig your hands into it. You even blow raspberries into the vile skin and witness its astonishing effect... The ape man is chortling absolutely loudly and is forced to go back on the ground. Soon, he is on his back, a giggling, twitching mess, filling the jungle with his uncontrollable peals of laughter. You don't stop. You increase your torture. Coochie coochie coo! Guess he IS unbelievably ticklish in the end. He scratches himself helplessly. You stop only when he manages to grab you while digging in his loincloth. You are then face-to-face with the ape man holding you. What will he do to you now?