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Bruce is a handsome, boy-next-door type with killer smile. While being a football player at State University, he came to terms with his sexuality. Now that he was out and proud, he's been exploring a lot more. Something has always drawn him to older men - he thinks it may be the fact he's been around coaches all of his life.

Bruce went online to find out a place where he might be able to find a Daddy. Most of the people he talked to recommended places, especially cigar bars. Bruce drew a line at smoking because it just wasn't something he was willing to put up with. Still, he tried dating guys his own age, but it wasn't filling his need.

After a few weeks of thinking about it, Bruce decided to go to one of the recommended places. Even though it was a cigar bar, he figured it wouldn't hurt to stop in and look around. Worst-case scenario, he would just grab a drink and head home.

As he entered, all eyes I mediately went to him. While he appreciated the attention, it was a bit intimidating. About 30 minutes after he arrived, an incredibly handsome older man approached, placing two bottles and a mug uniquely shaped like a skull. The man was fit, tattooed, and smoking a thick cigar. "Haven't seen you here before," the man said, "Care to join me in a drink and cigar?"

Bruce could feel his cock twitch as he looked at the handsome stranger. "Sure," he said, "I don't see smoke, but I'll certainly share a drink. Have a seat." The man sat and introduced himself as Seth. "Too bad," Seth said, "I love swapping smoke with a handsome boy. There's nothing like it."

The longer Bruce sat with Seth, the more he attracted he became. His eyes were so beautiful, he could stare into them all night. The smoke from Seth's cigar seemed to float between them, to the point it no longer bothered Bruce. Seth poured a drink specifically into the glass skull mug. He told Bruce it was a locally made liquor. "When in Rome," Bruce thought as he downed the concoction.

Between the soothing tone of his voice and gorgeous eyes, the effects of the smoke and drink seemed to be hitting him hard. "I'm sorry," Bruce said, "I'm feeling a bit strange. I may need to go." Seth placed his hand on Bruce's shoulder saying, "There's no need, boy. You're home now." With that, Seth took a long haul on his cigar, leaned in and unloaded into Bruce's lungs as he lost consciousness.

As Bruce awoke, he was strapped in a chair. His clothes had been removed, head had been shaved, and a gas mask was over his face. Seth and other men from the bar were around him. "Welcome back," Seth said. "Fuck you," Bruce yelled, "Let me go!" "Sorry, we can't," Seth said, "You know too much now."

"I don't know anything," Bruce begged. "From our conversation, I know you like Daddy types," Seth said, "We've decided to help you become the thing you most desire." With that, one of the men blew cigar smoke into the hose connected to the mask. Bruce was forced to inhale the smoke and exhaled. He felt certain that his chest expanded further.

"There it is, Daddy," Seth stated, "Join us. Become what you are destined to be. A big, powerful, man." His mind was fighting the words being said, but at the same time they made sense. He was a powerful man. He deserved to be able to display his masculinity anytime, anywhere. Screw the rules of society. Fuck what others think of him.

"There it is," Seth said, "You're coming around. I can see it in you eyes and your posture." Bruce asked, with a more mature and gravely voice, "Why are you doing this to me?" "You deserve it," Seth responded, "I can tell. You've been at odds with yourself for so long. We are offering you this chance to fully release your truth."

Those words from Seth permeated Bruce's mind. A complete shift occurred in his brain as he stated, "Take off these straps and fucking get me a cigar and a beer!" With that, Seth pulled off the mask. Bruce's boyish face was gone. In its place was a furrowed brow, one of intensity and focus. This man knew what he wanted. As he stood, one of the other patrons handed him his cigar and a beer.

After a swig and pull, he exhaled and stated, "Call me Bruiser."

When Tarzan regained consciousness he found himself held at gunpoint, stripped of his loincloth and locked in chastity. “That’s right, Ape Man. You’ll be kept under lock and key from now on” said the thug pointing the rifle at him. He continued, “Excect for regular bull milkings. Your jizz is going to be the hottest thing on the black market. The seed of The Mighty Tarzan of The Apes will bring top dollar when sold as an aphrodsiac and male performance ehancer in The Middle East and Asia”.