My little slash story I wrote on another website as a request from someone. I hope you enjoy it💝

“Come on you ape…. Wake upppppp….”
Tarzan grunted in a daze, blinking rapidly to get back his vision. The only thing he remembered was boarding the ship and getting captured by Clayton’s men before receiving a blow on the head from something hard.
“Oh come on! You’re almost awake…. Don’t waste time now!”
Tarzan’s vision finally returned as he looked around rapidly, trying to get his surroundings more clearly: it was a big room with white walls and a boarded floor. The room had on its walls the heads of various animals, all hunted at the hands of Clayton, near a closed window was a brown desk with various papers scattered about and a burnt out candle. As Tarzan turned his head away, he founded himself face to face with the man himself: Clayton.
“Well hello Ape, nice to see you all up and about,” said Clayton with a devilish smirk on his face.
Tarzan’s look of shock turned to anger as he lunged at Clayton, only to be held back by the rope that bonded both his hands and feet. He grunted and shouted, only to hear muffled sounds enmity from his mouth, which a gag was placed inside in order to avoid anybody coming over to hear what the noise was about.
“Oh come now! Stop trying to resist it, there’s no way out. You need to learn that already.”
Tarzan grunted and tried again lunging after the man, but soon wore himself out, giving off panted breaths and sweat dripping down from his forehead.
Suddenly he shivered and looked down to his shock that he was completely nude, the clothes he had on the ship and especially his loincloth, all stripped. He put his legs up to cover his part, but the strength of Clayton’s hands forced them down and apart.
“Ohh no. Not on my watch your not.”
Clayton soon began removing articles of his clothing first starting with his shirt and continued to talk to the helpless Tarzan.
“You see, I was all set to kill you. I really was…”
Tarzan, staring in confusion, watched as Clayton removed his neckerchief, moving on to his undershirt showing off his abs and muscles.
“But then something, how can I put this, clicked in me.”
After unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down and off completely, he worked his way towards his underwear. He gave Tarzan a flirty look as he pulled them down very slowly.
“If I had gotten rid of you, then what good will that bring me? Surely There must be something else to both satisfy me and help me avoid having the blood of the very man who tried to oppose me on my hands. That’s when I found the answer.”
Clayton finally removed his underwear and with his naked, muscle hard body, walked towards the gagged and bonded man, and taking in delight at the shocked look on the other male’s face got on top and before inserting said,
“Was to make you my own little slave!”
Clayton then took his woody and inserted it deep in Tarzan’s body, making the man give off a muffled scream from behind the gag. Then with each passing minute, began thrusting deep into, receiving a moan from the pinned man each time. While working, Clayton began kissing down, from Tarzan’s neck to his toned stomach to where his penis was then with his left hand, grabbed tightly on to it, letting Tarzan both give a moan in his throat and releasing sticky white, semen from there onto Clayton’s hand, which he devilish licked with a sexy smug look on him. Continuing on with his actions against Tarzan, Clayton soon found himself panting and breathing heavily and finally late in the day, ended it with one last thrust, leaving Tarzan to spray out more of the salty sticky stuff. Panting, Clayton stood up and went towards Tarzan, both men sweating and panting.
“So…pant, pant… if you are still not convinced by me… pant… that I won’t kill you, perhaps…pant… serving as my little slave will.”
Tarzan just planted behind, breathing hard from his gag and watched wearily as Clayton soon put on only his underwear and opened the door, but before leaving looked at Tarzan one last time and smirked.
“Best get some sleep, tomorrow is going to be as rough as today.”
Clayton soon laughed and shut the door behind him, leaving Tarzan alone, shocked, scared and at the same time, aroused.