Jungle Bungle!

Poor lad, trusting to the end.  But alas, his trust was misplaced, plunging the jungle king into dire peril as his trusted friend administers a mild hypnotic in the guise of "inoculation" against the scourges of Akim's jungle home.  Soon, the smooth-skinned hero falls easy prey to his betrayer, and the doctors well-made man-trap; The doctor, whose mastery of titillating torment leads Akim into an inescapable spiral of scientific scintillation.  Read on, if you dare...

Bolani's Prey
"Yes, that right Akim. now just relax in the chair and I'll do the rest."  The Jungle Lord had visited Dr. Bolani's clinic many times, bringing the ailing and the needy to the doctor's isolated oassis of western medicine.  The doctor had summoned Akim on this day, though, and the deserted clinic echoed as the young doctor coaxed his friend into the examination room.  Akim relaxed enough to allow his friend to ease him into the chair his big smooth body seeming to fill the room with his manish scent and masculine presence.  As the big man allowed himself to be guided into the chair his brown and yellow leopardskin loincloth bulged and strained  as his long muscular body sank into the rigid leather-lined recliner.  Located in the center of the harshly-lighted surgery, greenish lights glinted down upon the heavy chair, casting Akim's brown skin into strange hues of intimate brown and green.  His tight loincloth fell in deep relief to his thick tanned thighs and his narrow waspish waist.  An odd warmth emanated from the thick leather padding, which seemed to form itself around Akim's hips and heavy glutes.  "You will feel a slight pinch when I administer the inoculation, Akim.  No need to worry though, the effects are well worth the discomfort." 

The young doctor ran his small stubby hand across his own thick chest, as if the very thought of pricking this master specimen of the male sex was somehow sacred, but of course Akim, ever the jungle-savvy, trusting hero, was oblivious to this small but oh-so revealing gesture.  Beneath the doctors white lab-coat was a body hardened and honed to the tasks for which he almost constantly plotted.  Indeed, several of the native lads had been subject to the rather odd "research" that the man had inflicted upon them.  Most had little recall of their experiences, though all, to-a-man, felt an almost irresistible urge to return again and again to the doctors isolated clinic for the "common good".

As the doctor pricked Akim's bulging biceps with his potion of peril, a creeping laziness crept over the raven-haired jungle man's reposed body.  His muscles seemed to lose their firmness, relaxing ever deeper into the leather chair.  Akim's hearing was also somehow compromised, as if he were listening to the doctor"s reassuring voice through a thick wooly blanket...before he knew what had occurred, he was already too far gone to resist...

With a sudden "snap!" several metal restraints slid over Akim's wrists, ankles and neck, gently tightening as they locked into place...
(to be continued...)