Tarz & Doc Get In A Watery Fix

Today we have a little something different: A story of peril...nothing new there, a few "alterations" to old comic books for fun and frolic...not new either, but also I have included some other less-altered photo images from vintage mags, books etc, to enhance the reader experience.  This will be a multi-part series for at least three installments, writing as we go, so feel free to comment or suggest twists in the story below.  Ok, enjoy,
Christuffer & Drip

"And now in the center ring, our featured act of the evening!!!"  The PA boomed out over circus tent like thunder and a hundred guttural voices roared in approval...A caged Tarzan and his handsome friend, Doc Savage were both still groggy from the venomous “injections” and drugged food they had been receiving since first captured, but both men knew that whatever their captor, the vile half-man half creature, Andropus, had in store for them beyond the dark tunnel leading to the noisy tent, was not going to be pleasant.  They were not disappointed...

The crowd of undersea brigands, pirates, perverts, slavers, and bounty hunters was clearly riled-up and excited to see what The Andropus had in store for their entertainment next.  Earlier in the evening, the depraved half-man-half-octopus, had brought the hungering audience to its feet with an act that featured one of his younger "prized pets": A blond buzz-cut Marine with green eyes, a baby face, and 260 pounds of muscle packed onto his sleek 6'6" frame.  The towering devildog had wandered a bit too far from his jungle bivouac a year ago and fallen into one of Andropus' notorious man-traps The Andropus kept scattered about the region. Tonight, the young stud was pressed into a pitched battle with six well-built natives from a tribe of diminutive hunters: all highly capable, none of them over three-and-a-half feet tall.  The wily natives excelled in the use of a kind of rope-and-ball bolo that they frequently used to lasso their prey of choice: the Thompson's Gazelle.

USMC Specialist-Jake Duchane had been a difficult capture, but once he had tasted of Andro's hypnotic/narcotic venom the powerful macho had gentled down to subservient performer and willing sexual victim in no time.  Such were the mighty gifts that The Andropus had been endowed with as a result of his genetic transformation from human male to half-breed guardian of the sacred temple of the all-male underwater city of smugglers known as Priapolis.  Needless to say young Jake had been turned out of his cage clad in a skimpy red thong that barely hid the huge thing between his sturdy thighs. He'd been oiled-up and armed with a short sword and small round shield that resembled nothing so much as a large steel hubcap.  The warrior-slave's only adornments were the four heavy gold rings that encircled his wrists and ankles, signifying that he was the property of Circus Priapolis. The glistening blond brush of fuzz on top of Jake's head was all that remained of his hair...Like all of Andro's pets, Jake had been completely depilated from head to toe as a part of the humiliating break- down of will that all of the pets in the stable had undergone...It would never grow back, Andro always made sure of that.

The greased gargantuan blinked into the glare of the spotlights, getting his bearings, prepared for whatever threat the ringmaster had in store for him tonight.  He didn't have to wait long: from high over his head he heard something sailing in his direction at tremendous speed.  Ducking his blond head, his temple was grazed by something round about the size of a baseball wrapped in leather, secured to a leathern cord.  The blow almost toppled the tall brute...if Jake hadn't ducked when he did, the battle would have ended immediately...

Dropping into the soft sawdust and rolling, The big marine managed to escape two more of the whizzing projectiles, but as he rose to his feet he espied his foe...or rather foes coming at him from several directions whirling their bolo-ropes over their heads...what caught him by surprise was the height of his dark-skinned attackers: They resembled crazed children save for their leopardskin loincloths and heavily knotted muscles bulging from their arms and chests...and there were six of them!!!  Jake rose to his full height, towering over the advancing troupe and bringing his sword and shield to bear as the crowd roared its approval at his bravery...or foolishness...for in another moment one of the bolo-ropes sailed between the big blond's legs and whirred around his right ankle, whipping into place and suddenly tightening around his leg like a noose.

Before the marine could react, another perfectly thrown bolo had secured his left ankle and in a flash, the blond giant's legs were out from under him as two of the mighty mites jumped him from behind.  The marine lashed out with his short sword and connected with flesh and bone...One of the natives lost a hand in his overeager attempt to end the battle early.  As the wounded dwarf retreated, the crowd went wild at the sight of bright blood staining the honey-colored sawdust strewn across the circus ring.  The melee however was far from over, for no sooner had Jake struck a blow for the home-team than his sword was wrapped in a flying bolo-cord and jerked from his powerful hand while the two cords around his ankles were drawn taught around the thick tent poles, effectively spread-eagling Jake's long hard legs.  The remaining three dynamos moved swiftly scoring a definitive blow to the back of Jake's blond head while a second throw struck the mighty marine in the sternum, knocking the wind from his lungs and driving him back to the ground.


Still dazed from the double hit, Jake realized too late that the Pygmy warriors were now swarming over his body: roping him up like he was Gulliver and they the Lilliputians...The crowd's cheering surged anew as the big brute was felled, trussed and spread-eagled on his back in the center ring in such short order.  The tiny red thong covering Jake's manhood was now bulging and straining in a humiliating display.: Clearly the big lad had been conditioned over the last year to react sexually to his helpless predicament. Being dominated by the little gang of miniature muscle-men was giving the marine a sort of sexual thrill!!!  Even worse for him, as the cords were drawn tighter and tighter Jake's muscled frame sang with delicious pain.  The big bolnd's body was the very picture of heroic suffering as the dark men prodded, poked, and otherwise tortured their captive foe. As he suffered heroically, the blond's handsome face contorted and clinched in multiple shifting expressions of despair, awe, surprise, and submissive ecstasy...The small warriors now paused, taking stock in their captive foe.


One of the natives stripped-off his own leopardskin loincloth revealing a prodigious erection that sent the crowd into renewed cheers and jeers: clearly the natives' body-size had little to do with his sexual parts.  The native mopped his own profusely sweating body clean and then used the supple cloth to brush away the sawdust clinging to the body of their downed prize: Jake's captive body fairly glowed once the native had finished his rounds.  To top it off, another one of the natives produced four or five dark leather thongs from his own pouch, and tossing one to his friend they proceeded to gag Jake with the loincloth, binding it in place the sinewy thong...The handsome marine roared his disapproval as the salty hide was rammed between his sparkling white teeth and secured.  The dark warrior's musky scent filled Jake's nostrils with male pheromones, his heart rate rocketing with excitement and sending his already painfully hard cock into further paroxysms of stimulation.

By now the crowd knew what would come next and they had begun to pleasure themselves in the stands, not bothering to hide the fact that this form of entertainment was best enjoyed as a group activity. By the time the pygmies had stripped the struggling captive marine of his tiny red covering several members of the audience were haggling with Andropus as to who would get to "bed the spoils" or "sample the goods" tonight once this first act had concluded...By the time Jake shot his first prodigious wad of marine spunk at the skilled hands of the five muscled mini-men, the bidding was already into the thousands...The handless sixth native even returned to plant his own big pole deep into the marine's backside with surprising energy, given that his submissive victim had loped his left hand off an hour earlier.


Doc Savage had spent the better part of the previous night haggling with his old friend Tarzan The Ape-Man about the location of Priapolis, the notorious smugglers city...as to weather is was on the shores of, or actually beneath, the massive lake located in the caldera of a long-extinct volcano deep in the Congolese jungle.

The Jungle Lord had been remarkably cagey about revealing it's location even to a trusted friend such as Doc, but in the end he relented revealing that yes, the ancient city protected it's dark secrets by locating in a massive domed cave beneath the toxic waters of the lake in the bottom of the Mount Johannes caldera. Once the destination of explorers in the 18^th century, the remote location, poisonous atmosphere, and befouled waters had effectively insulated the Barbary Pirate colony for well over two hundred years. Since there were only two “gateways” that led in and out of the hidden city, Doc would have to brave the toxic waters and enter from beneath the lake. This held some risk since the sea-gate was protected by a fearsome man-beast known as the Andropus whose description varied between gill-man, octopus, electric eel, and sea-snake...none of these seemingly were acurate, but Doc Savage was not a man to take risks, packing his 22 caliber shark stick and pistol into his dive bag.

By dawn, the handsome hero was trekking up the side of Mt. Johannes and camped upon it's shore in time for dinner. He would dive the next morning in hopes of gaining entry into the notorious den of thieves, pirates, and social rejects. Concerned for his adventurous friend, Tarzan had hung back, following Savage in the event he required saving. Just now, Tarzan observed Doc's broad flaring back as he stripped-off his sweat-soaked green shorts and khaki army shirt. Tarzans sharp eyes drifted down Doc's backside to the twin glistening mounds of his muscled buttocks, admiring the powerful man's thick legs and bulging calves...His eagle-vision carried him across the span of the clearing as if he were directly behind Doc as the man bent over to remove this hiking boots. Tarzan imagined pressing his face between those muscled mounds, licking and enjoying the heady scent of this mighty man, exploring the depths of his warm hole...The jungle man jerked out of his reverie, and quickly pushed these unusual thoughts aside as he felt a tickle in his guts and a healthy swelling inside the calfskin loincloth stretched over his midriff....Of all things, Tarzan clearly bore some strange, yet tender feelings for this man-of-the-world Doc Savage, with his heroic body, handsome face and gentle spirit.