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Chapter 10: Pre-Auction Inventory -------------------------------- (c) tarzanstud1@gmail.com
The auctioneer, a man with a silver tongue and a keen eye for profit, stepped forward, his voice carrying across the assembled bidders.
"Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed patrons and distinguished bidders, I present to you a specimen like no other. A man whose physique and strength have astonished all who have laid eyes upon him. Behold, Tarzan!
A sound rose up from the crowd, partly cheering at the presentation of the mighty muscle stud of the jungle and partly licking their lips at the sight of his seemingly invincible strength bound and ready for sale.
"Tarzan stands before you, the epitome of the power and grace of the human form. His towering frame, standing at over six feet, exudes an aura of primal might. His body, sculpted by nature itself, is a marvel to behold.
"Let us begin with his upper body, where raw power resides," the auctioneer said, choosing a cane from the side of the stage and using it to poke and prod at the various parts of tarzan's anatomy as he described them to the eager crowd. "His shoulders, broad and powerful, ripple with muscles that seem to defy gravity itself."
A smack of the pointer-cane between the shoulder blades brought tarzan to attention, chest out.
"The contours of his deltoids and trapezius muscles create a landscape of sheer strength," the auctioneer said before roughly swatting tarzan square in each nip, causing his pecs to dance in defense. "His chest, a formidable expanse of well-defined pectoral muscles, invites admiration from all angles. With each breath, you can witness the rhythmic rise and fall of these powerful masses, attesting to his vitality.
"Tarzan's biceps and triceps are works of art in their own right. When flexed, they become like iron, showcasing his immense strength. Veins course through his forearms, bearing witness to the incredible blood flow that powers his muscles. His grip, firm and unyielding, speaks of the years he has spent conquering the untamed jungle.
"As we move down his body, the chiseled abdomen comes into view. Tarzan's core, etched with the precision of a master sculptor, exhibits the results of rigorous training and relentless determination. Each abdominal muscle is sharply defined, forming a symphony of muscularity that few can attain.
"His legs, massive and sinewy, are built for endurance and power," the auctioneer continued, rudely striking his inner thighs with the merciless cane to get tarzan to spread his legs for the bidders. "Tarzan's quadriceps and hamstrings are like cables of steel, capable of propelling him through the most challenging terrain. His calves, well-developed and resilient, complete the lower half of his anatomy, ensuring that he can traverse jungles and mountains with equal ease.
"But it's not just the size and definition of his muscles that make Tarzan extraordinary. It's the grace and agility with which he moves. He possesses the reflexes of a jungle cat, the agility of a skilled acrobat, and the endurance of a seasoned athlete.
"Tarzan's skin, tanned to a golden hue by the unforgiving sun, glistens with the sheen of one accustomed to an outdoor life. His physique is a canvas upon which nature has painted the story of his adventures, from scaling towering trees to wrestling ferocious beasts.
"I invite you to take a closer look at his hands, roughened by years of gripping vines and wielding makeshift weapons. His fingers, strong and dexterous, can deftly navigate the densest of jungles or craft tools to survive in the wild." Now the auctioneer grabbed a fistful of tarzan's mane, yanking his head back and forth abruptly to demonstrate the strength of what he clenched in his grip.
"And then there's his hair, a wild mane that frames his face like a crown. It is the untamed symbol of his connection to the wilderness, flowing freely in the wind as he traverses the jungle canopy.
"His face, rugged and handsome, bears the marks of a life filled with challenges and triumphs. His piercing eyes, a vivid shade of green, hold the wisdom of a man who has learned the secrets of the jungle.
"And last but by no means least, ladies and gentleman, I present Tarzan's loincloth, a simple yet essential garment. Crafted from the hide of a fierce jungle leopard and with natural fibers found deep in the jungle, it represents his connection to the wild. It is durable and practical, designed to provide comfort and freedom of movement while protecting the savage where he is most vulnerable, no matter his muscles."
The auctioneer didn't hold back as laid into tarzan's loincloth with his cane, causing the skimpy leather covering to bulge with the beast awakened beneath the leather.
"As you gaze upon this magnificent specimen, consider the possibilities that await," the auctioneer concluded, using his point to lift tarzan's head up by the chin. "Tarzan is not just a physical marvel; he possesses a spirit untamed and a heart unbroken. He embodies the strength of the human will and the indomitable spirit of survival.
"Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed bidders, we are ready to open the floor for your consideration. What value do you place on this extraordinary man, whose very presence embodies the essence of the untamed wilderness? Tarzan awaits his fate in your capable hands."
As the auctioneer's voice echoed through the bustling market, Tarzan couldn't help but feel a strange mix of pride at the accurate desription of his many strengths along with humiliation and resignation at being displayed like some prize livestock.
Each word seemed to dissect him, reducing him to a collection of attributes meant to entice potential buyers. His muscles, once symbols of power and freedom, were now merely commodities to be appraised. The weight of the eyes upon him was palpable, and he felt a bitter pang of longing for the jungles he once called home.
As the auctioneer's description continued, Tarzan's thoughts drifted to the days when he swung through the treetops, master of his domain.
Now, he stood on this wooden platform, stripped of his autonomy, a spectacle for those who held the power of his fate in their hands. His gaze met none of theirs, for he refused to give them the satisfaction of seeing his defiance.
The auctioneer's voice seemed to blur into a drone as Tarzan's mind wandered. He thought of the vast landscapes he once roamed, the untamed beasts he called companions, and the sunsets that painted the sky in hues he could no longer fathom. The wind that whispered through the leaves now carried only the scent of sweat and despair.
Yet, amidst the dehumanizing appraisal, a spark of determination ignited within Tarzan. He would not yield entirely. Though bound and put on display, he clung to the memory of the untamed spirit that coursed through his veins. This auctioneer's words could not diminish the essence of who he was.
As the crowd murmured and the bidding was set to commence, Tarzan's gaze remained fixed on the distant horizon. He would endure, for deep within him, a fire still burned. A fire that reminded him he was more than this platform, more than these eyes upon him. He was Tarzan, and no matter the circumstances, the wild heart of the jungle would forever beat within him."
END OF CHAPTER TEN -----------------------------------------------
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