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After rushing back to Africa to save his jungle home, leaving Ursula and Junior back in America where it's safe, George was surprised to find that there was no real danger. Swinging up to the treehouse, and seeing Lyle stood outside, a smug look on his face, and not a bulldozer or clear danger in sight. This wasn't good, and George knew a trap when he saw one.
"George come, hear treehouse in trouble. George don't see much trouble, just Lyle." The jungle king huffed as he stood in front of Mr Van De Groot. Looking around, half expecting a mercenary or poacher to jump out and grab him.
Lyle looked the jungle boy up and down, a cocky grin across his lips, surprised that the man had actually come all this way, and without his wife or annoying kid by his side. "Surprise, jungle boy. I bet the last thing you expected was to see me here, huh?" He chuckled lightly. "I'm not here to destroy your home, or your treehouse, I am here, to take it over." He explained, as the jungle king grew more and more confused. "You see, I figured with you all the way back in the states, the jungle needed a new King, and I was starting to get a little bored of the city by the bay, and thought, why not" He shrugged. George's look of confusion slowly turning to one of anger.
"Lyle can't be King. George King of jungle, always." George huffed, clenching his fists, as Lyle simply smirked back at him. "It's a little too late for that stone belly. I'm here now, and I don't plan on leaving." He said, crossing his arms across his chest. "You can always, forget about youre little wifey and that kid, and rule with me?" He asked, curious to hear the jungle king's response, but before he could even say another word he watched as the angry loin cloth clad man stormed towards him.
"Now George really mad..." Words the jungle hero had muttered before in a similar scene such as this, and once again, he found himself grabbed and pulled, surrounded by a much younger, stronger group of mercenary men.
"Now now Georgey boy, think I would come and face a wild man like you all on my lonesome?" He laughed watching as the men held tight to the jungle king. "You see, I knew it would take some convincing..." Lyle said stepping forward, reaching out and placing a hand on George's chest as it moved up and down. "Your brawn, my brain, it's a match made in heaven, don't you think?" Lyle remarked smugly before clicking his fingers and watching as the merc men dragged the handsome jungle man away, up to the treehouse.
A few hours later George found himself laying across his bed, arms tied tight to each bed post with some strong vines, and not a merc man in sight. Suddenly he heard a noise, way back in the treehouse, slowly from the darkness, Lyle appeared, in nothing but one of George's old leopard print loin cloths, looking incredibly ripped. A sight so titillating the jungle king could not rest letting out a curious 'OOoo"
"Like the new look, jungle boy? I thought it only fitting if I am going to stay here I get the attire right." He said as he reached down and adjusted his buttflap. The jungle king continued to stare as Lyle stepped closer, a new stirring of special feelings began to emerge inside him, as he looked down and noticed a change in his own loin cloth. "I hope you're well rested, George. I took the pleasure of getting the boys to make sure you're comfortable, and don't worry about the headache, that will pass, I think."
"So, any more thought to my offer? or are you still worrying about Ursula and that kid of yours?" Lyle asked with a smirk. A smirk that only grew wider when he heard George's response.
"Who?" The confused jungle man asked, and with that, Lyle knew that his little tricks had paid off. Glad that he had picked up some tips from Vegas' best hypnotist.
Got a few ideas in mind now.....If anyone wants to help me brainstorm a little, feel free to message. I might have something posted in a couple of days, so watch this space....
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No Hard Feelings || Part 1 || George and Lyle || 18+
Summary: Lyle had always secretly wanted the jungle king all to himself. From the moment he laid eyes on the Tarzan wannabe he knew he had to have him. So with Ursula out of the way all the way back in America, he took his chance.
Based on a prompt given by @junglegeorgelover
Feel free to send me more if you like this story.
After managing to defeat the stupid poachers and rescue his brother ape, George soon heard a strange noise coming from behind the treehouse. Never being one to avoid trouble he headed towards it. Looking around, he sensed danger, but continued, until he saw Lyle step out from behind the trees, with a cocky smirk plastered across his devilish lips.
"Surprised Jungle boy? I see there's no sign of Ursula, that means I've got you all to myself, huh?" he let out a small laugh. Seeing the confusion the sweaty jungle man's face "You see, I escaped that jail, and knew I'd find you here. Though I didn't think I'd bare witness to such an impressive fight" he said clapping his hands slowly. Having watched the poacher fight from afar, which only made Lyle more hungry for a piece of George.
Before George could march forward in anger and tear of his- you know. He was grabbed suddenly and held tight by a group of strange, and muscular men. As Lyle watched on with pleasure.
"No hard feelings, Stone belly. Well, maybe a few hard feelings if you know what I mean." Lyle laughed to himself again. He knew this wasn't going to be easy, but he liked doing things the hard way. Bringing these mercenaries along to help him seemed like the logical thing to do, and they made for great, practice.
"I've had my eye on your for a while, Georgey boy. You wouldn't believe how happy I was when I found out the legendary white ape, was just some tight little jungle man in a pair of leopard print undies." Lyle smirked "Sorry about the mercs though, I promise they'll take it easy on you, really. Cause I sure as hell won't." he stepped forward. Unable to stop himself as he pressed his hand against the jungle king's chest. "You know what to do men." he nodded to the leader and the jungle man was dragged away. With Lyle following eagerly behind.
George was led out to an opening in the jungle. Where an empty cage was waiting. The men had taken care of George's brother ape and the rest of his animal friends, so there were no interruptions. The mercenaries tied the jungle king up inside the cage, tightly, knowing how strong he was and swiftly made themselves scarce, staying close just in case Lyle needed a hand, or five.
Lyle soon appeared once again from behind the bushes. Grinning wildly at the mercenaries handy work. He stepped up to the cage. Knocking on the bars as he looked the jungle man up and down. His eyes in particular clocking a slight change in the man's loin cloth. Clearly he wasn't the only one happy about this arrangement.
Oh this was going to be fun, and Lyle was sure he'd have George forgetting all about Ursula by the time he had finished with him.
This is the end of part one, if you liked this and want more then please let me know or give it a like! and feel free to send me any stories you want to see.
Summary: Our handsome hero George is in trouble. The poachers have him in a tight full nelson and there isn't an elephant, a monkey or an Ursula in sight to come help. Things aren't looking good, and all George's helpless brother, a hunk named Ape, can do is watch.
George is locked up tight and getting tired. With Max holding him from behind and Thor tickling him from the front, he tries his best to call out to his jungle friends, but is quickly stifled by the punches to his chest and abs.
George looks around. His brother, Ape, angry in the cage as he watches on. Unable to help the jungle man. Soon the punches slow down, they are few and between, but harder than ever.
Soon Thor grows tired, and Max isn't sure how long he can hold the jungle boy. Even if he is equally exhausted from the hits.
"I've got an idea Thor." Max says with a smirk. His eyes dart to the cage. Remembering George's move from earlier. Thor steps back. Making the king of the jungle think it's over. Before kneeing the man hard and fast in his loin cloth. Max lets go and the jungle boy falls to the floor.
The poachers smile at eachother. As Max removes his white shirt, and Thor follows suit, throwing off the jacket. "Beating sure does make you sweaty, huh Max?" Thor huffs. Max simply rolls his eyes before pulling George by the hair and running up to the cage. Slamming his head inside.
"Why stars around head again?" George asks, looking to his jungle mentor for wisdom. "Remember George, you got out last time. I believe you can do it again."
Once again George finds himself stuck. Max was smart enough to pick a different set of bars, but then remembers what happened last time. He quickly grabs a fallen vine from the floor, tying George's hands behind his back so he doesn't escape. Slapping the back of his butflapp hard to make sure he's good and stuck, unable to avoid getting a good look at that jungle ass.
"What now Max?" Thor asks with a dumb grin across his lips. Eye's darting between the jungle man's leopard print butt, and the sweaty hunk in the cage. "Let's put on a show for our jungle friend here, show him we mean business." And as Max's smirk widens, and before Thor can even work out what he means, George's loin cloth is pulled to the floor to reveal the jungle king's peachy ass.
"Now I see why they made him king of the jungle, Max." Thor laughs. Excited for what his poacher buddy has in store next for the helpless jungle king, and as he watches Max, undo his zipper, He knows exactly where this is headed.
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