You smell the hot sweaty musk of another male, and no one else as you reach the park. So you drop from a tree right in front of him. The man is dressed in a khaki safari costume complete with cork hat. He's holding a bunch of bananas in his hand. You sniff the air and notice his musky odor is increasing as the bulge in his pants grows bigger. You look up at the face, it looks familiar, a word struggles to form in your head to fit the face.
"Clay-ton?" you ask uncertainly.
"Bravo, ape man, you remember me. As a reward, help yourself to a banana," Clayton says tossing the whole bunch into an open crate next to him.
You like the smell of bananas, and knuckle passed him brushing his crotch and leg. You catch a whiff of precum staining his trousers as you climb into the metal crate. You reach down and rip off a banana from the bunch and shove the unpeeled banana into your mouth and chomp down on it. A distant voice in your brain shouts "peel it." But you think "Why? Skin best part. Nice-n-chewy."
Clayton lifts the hinged cage door and lets it clang shut sealing you in the crate--which you now realize is in fact a cage. Clayton clamps a large padlock in place and whistles with delight.
You shake the bars of your cage, and jump around testing the walls, roof and floor. You realize you're trapped. You sit on your haunches staring angrily at Clayton and continue to eat your banana.
"Ah, my dear ape man, I knew you'd put on that loincloth," he says with a laugh.
Clayton was rich. Clayton was a jock. Clayton used to go out of his way to annoy you. Why would he give you bananas? You wonder as you suddenly feel drowsy.
Your senses are getting fuzzy. Sounds and images blur.
"I wasn't sure if the cage would hold, but I was sure that you'd eat at least part of a banana. 'Fraid they're laced with a tranquilizer drug, nighty night."
You collapse in a heap on top of your legs. You focus your senses and smell cum. Clayton actually came in his pants at having captured and sedated you. You hear the sound of an electronic winch and feel the shift of the cage as it's pulled up a ramp and into the back of Clayton's big black F350 truck. You hear the clang of the pick-up door being secured. Clayton pats the side of your cage, and coos, "I finally have you. I bet I'm the only guy in town with my own ape man!"
The engine roars and the vehicle lurches forward as dreams of running and swinging through the jungle fill your head.