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Crouching there, feeling the weight of the chains and the electro collars, Jim heard the sound of men approaching. A moment later they appeared. A group of burly men in overalls and tool belts walked out into the junkyard from an adjoining building, carrying an assortment of tools. They noticed Jim trussed up in the center of the yard and let out a collective laugh.
"Looks like we got ourselves a new monkey to play with," one of them jeered, approaching with the rest of them. "How the hell did you find yourself here, anyway?" another asked, bending down to address Jim directly.
One of the random electric shocks went off at that moment, causing painful spasms to shoot through each of Jim's limbs as his muscles tensed and he jumped and hooted in pain. The gathered men loudly laughed at this reaction, and one of them slapped Jim assuredly on the back.
"Don't worry, monkey," he said, patting Jim on the head. "We'll take good care of you."
The same man then turned to Garth and asked, "What's the plan, boss?"
"Well," replied Garth, stroking his beard. "I was thinking we could have some fun with the little monkey here. Maybe teach him a few tricks." He smirked, his eyes glinting with mischief.
"You hear that monkey boy?" The man said mockingly. "That means you dance for us".
The worker grabbed the same button pad that controlled the winch and pushed one of the buttons. Electric shocks radiated out into Jim's legs and thighs, causing him to cry out in pain again and jerk around.
"OOOO, RRRR! Uuuuuhhh! AAAAH!" Jim's guttural shrieks rang out as he hopped from one foot to the other, still unable to stand any higher than three or so feet off the ground.
As Jim struggled to resist the shocks, the men continued to laugh and jeer, enjoying his discomfort.
"I think he likes it," a larger man with a deep voice calls out. "Ook for us monkey boy!" The large man yells out. "Show us what a good monkey you are and we'll stop shocking you."
Garth watches Jim try to resist his men's demands, but the shocks are just too painful. Finally, Garth watches him break and start dancing to the men's commands, hopping and jumping around the pole like a trained circus animal.
"OOK, OOOO AAAH AHH, OOO OOO OOO!" Jim called out through his stuck open mouth.
The men cheered and clapped, enjoying the spectacle. Jim hobbled and hopped around the pole using his shackled arms to scratch his armpits as he did so. Garth watches Jim's muscular and hairy body, sweaty and dirty from struggling out in the sun, bulge and strain as he humiliates and degrades himself for the pleasure of his employees.
As the men continue to watch Jim dance, one of them steps forward and pulls out a large, black, latex dildo from the nearby duffle bag.
"Let's give the monkey a nice banana!" He calls out to the crowd of men.
They holler with aggressive glee as he approaches Jim, holding the rubber cock out in front of Jim's face. Jim pauses his act to stare down at the phallus, feeling a mixture of disgust and arousal. Without warning, the man then grabs the mask clasped tightly around Jim's head and forces Jim to look into his eyes.
"Do you want it, monkey?" he asks. "Do you want to taste it?" Jim reluctantly `ooks' like a monkey in reply.
The man then roughly shoves the dildo into Jim's mouth, forcing him down onto it. Garth watches Jim gag and choke, but his buddy holds Jim's head still, forcing him to take every inch of it. As Jim struggles to breathe, he can feel the drool dripping down his chin and out the mouth of the ape mask he's forced to wear.
"Look at that little monkey go!" a shorter man at the back of the crowd calls out. "He loves it!"
You feel a surge of shame wash over you as you continue to suck on the dildo, but you know that you can't resist. Another random surge of electric shocks courses through Jim causing his muscles to bulge and strain as he continues to gag and slobber on the rubber cock. After several minutes, the man removes the dildo from Jim's mouth and buries the base of it in the sand underneath his massive hairy frame.
"Now that we've gotten it nice and lubed up, it's time for the monkey to ride the banana!" He calls out into the crowd.
The man grabs Jim's hips and roughly pushes him down onto the dildo causing him to scream out in pain and pleasure. Jim struggles to move, but the shocks are still hitting him keeping you in place. Noticing that Jim has stopped moving Garth walks over and...
"WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!" Garth gives Jim's ass a few firm slaps to coax him into fucking himself. "Come on monkey boy! Don't give up on us now!"
Jim cries out in surprise and begins bouncing up and down on the slick rubber causing the gathered men to laugh and cheer, urging him on.
"Come on, monkey boy! Show us what you've got! Keep looking for us boy!" they yell out.
Jim cries out like an animal, determined to please them. As the pleasure mounts, he starts aggressively slamming his ass onto the cock, trying to get as much stimulation as possible. Jim starts to feel a rush of heat and pleasure course through his body, and he knows that he won't be able to hold back much longer. Suddenly, he cums, spraying his seed all over the junkyard sand. Garth's boys cheer and clap, stoked with his performance.
"Well done, monkey boy!" one of them calls out. "You've made us proud!"
Jim collapses onto the sand, exhausted and trembling. The shocks have stopped, but he's still reeling from the experience. Suddenly, the winch activates and the chains around Jim's hands pull him up off the ground till his face is level with Garth's crotch.
"One last thing, Monkey." Garth says. "Monkeys only drink the piss of hard working men."
Garth unzips his pants and pulls out his erect cock, pointing it at Jim's face. He stares at it, scared and confused.
"Drink it," Garth commands. "Drink my piss."
Jim hesitates for a moment but then remembers what his other choices might be. Jim presses the cock through the mouth of the mask until it reaches his aching maw. After a few long seconds Garth begins to piss. For Jim, the taste is bitter and foul, but he swallows it anyway, desperate to please Garth. He almost gags as the hot liquid fills his throat, but keeps drinking it, not wanting to disappoint him. Eventually, he finishes and pulls his still dripping dick out of Jim's mouth. He gasps for air, his body shaking from the experience.
"Alright Monkey Boy," Garth says. "Now you know what your first working day is going to be like. Just 7 more hours at the monkey pole."
Garth then turned to address the rest of his boys. "The rest of you, get back to work. You can use the monkey whenever you have free time."
With that, Garth pushed a button on the keypad and the winch pulled Jim's body upwards until he was crouched once more next to the pole with his biceps flexing next to his head. Random shocks began to hit Jim's body every few seconds forcing him to flex like a muscular ape. The pain also made him cry out like a hairy animal. Garth's men cheered Jim on, urging him to flex harder. He struggled against his bonds, but it was nearly impossible to escape, and the struggle just added to the effect. Jim was reduced to nothing but a sweaty, hairy, animal, chained in the center of a junkyard, and coaxed into hooting and showing off like a simple beast. The e-stim on Jim's body was relentless, and he soon realized that he had no choice but to endure them.
Eventually the cheers died down as the men left to go about their work. Jim, despite no longer having an audience, continued to tense his muscles like a piss soaked ape in the center of the yard. Jim's body was sore and tired, but there was no way to rest until the job was done. So Jim continued to writhe, feeling the shocks force him to flex over and over again, sweat pouring off of his bulging body. Workers passed by him, occasionally giving him a smirk or a slap on the ass. Some of them would stop to force him to drink their piss. Jim grunted in protest, but it was the only source of hydration that anyone had offered him thus far, so he accepted it willingly just to slake the thirst.
Hour by hour, the day passed and the longer Jim was forced to crouch, sweat, and grunt like an animal, the easier it was to get into the headspace of a simple ape. Jim no longer cared about the humiliation or the pain, he simply reacted like an animal would. He felt a surge of strength return to him, as all expectations of humanity fell away. He hooted and screeched like a monkey would, and hopped around the pole flexing and posturing, not because of the e-stim, but simply because he was a proud and strong ape. Sweat poured off of his massive hairy body. He beat his chest with balled fists and hooted loudly in the sun, biceps straining to show off his heaving muscles.
Men that passed by would kick the ape in the gut, play with its nipples, stick their fingers in its mouth, or grope its hairy body. But he didn't pay them any attention. He was too busy basking in the glory of his new ape-like ego.
The monkey man would revel in every interaction as they treated it like the chained animal that it was. It felt a rush of power whenever they kicked it or knocked it over into the sand. Jim could see himself through their eyes, a wild beast to be tamed and trained, ready to be used in any way they desired. A giant ape man, massive, muscular, and barely restrained.
As the gorilla beast continued its animalistic display, it could feel a presence behind. It turned and saw that Garth, the owner of the mechanic shop and your tormentor, had returned. Garth had, hoisted over his shoulder, another of the workers at the shop. The man with him looked strong, tall, and covered in a modest amount of hair, but he was nothing compared to the beast that was waiting for him. He was stripped down with his wrists tied to his legs so he couldn't fight back.
"Marv here needs to be taught a lesson about work safety." Garth said before dropping the bound man in front of the pole, face down so his bare ass was pointing towards the gorilla.
Next, Garth started lowering the winch so that the beast could finally use its arms as intended. The gorilla stretched a massive hand out and attempted to grab Marv's ankle. As the ape inched closer, it could see Marv's muscles tensing in anticipation. When the time came, Garth didn't need to say a word to the ape man. It was a wild beast, tormented and virile. Its massive sweaty, dirty, frame pounced on the man as soon as it was loosed. The ape grabbed him by the legs and pulled Marv toward itself, its animalistic cock already hard and throbbing with anticipation. Without a second thought the beast slammed its 10" cock into the man's ass, feeling it buckle and break around its glans before stretching and contracting around its shaft. The bound man screamed out and struggled in the ape's tight grip, but the beast didn't care. The ape started hooting in rhythm with its thrusts. Instinctively flexing its biceps and pounding its chest as it wildly ravaged the hole presented to it. The bound man squirmed and screamed, but the beast ignored him, lost in the feeling of power and dominance. The gorilla man's muscles ached and burned from day's long exertion, but it was beyond caring. All the beast needed was the feeling of its cock buried deep inside the tight confines of another man's ass. As it continued to thrust, it could feel its orgasm building. Thick calloused fingers tightened their grip on the man's hips and the ape man let out a primal scream as it came, flooding Marv's insides with hot, sticky cum. By this point the man had resigned himself to his fate, moaning into the dirt as king kong bred him like a bull in heat.
This first orgasm did nothing to quell the sexual urges that had built up within the ape. It forcefully flipped Marv around and instantly slammed its still dripping cock into his mouth. Marv choked and struggled, but any complaints were futile. The ape slowly fed its cock deep into its fuck toy's throat, enjoying the feeling of him squeezing and gagging as he tried to comply. The sight of its own semen mixed with the man's saliva made the beast want to fuck the face even harder. With a loud, "OOK! OOOH! OOOOO!", the ape gripped Marv's hair and pulled his head back, thrusting its cock into his mouth over and over. The ape could feel Marv's resistance weakening as his throat was plowed open, becoming more pliable with wear. Soon enough, the beast felt a wave of pleasure wash over it as it came for a second time.
The gorilla man roared loudly as it flipped Marv back around again and began fucking his gaping ass once more. It could feel the sweat dripping from its brow as it pounded away at the tight hole, the sound of its heavy balls slapping against Marv's ass reverberated throughout the junkyard. The man underneath its hulking frame was crying and moaning in pleasure, but the beast inside didn't care. it felt like an animal, wild and unrestrained, ready to claim any prey as its own.
For a while nothing had mattered to the ape except for rutting in this man's holes, but as more people gathered around him eventually this myopia lifted. The gorilla man could hear the other men in the shop cheering it on, encouraging it to take its pleasure in whatever way it desired. Their voices only fueled its lust, and the beast pushed even harder, determined to give itself the final satisfaction it craved. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity to Marv, the hulking gorilla man came for the final time, completely his ass with semen. The massive beast collapsed on top of him, its body heaving with exertion. The beast clutched him tight to its enormous hairy chest, still pushing its thick throbbing cock into his hole as if to claim it for all time. As they both lay there, they could hear the cheers of the other men in the room, celebrating the ape's conquest. Drool dripped out from under the monkey mask onto Marv's back as the beast man continued slowly pumping a half limp cock into the man underneath him. Jim quietly hooted to himself, feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over him. His heavy, sweaty, frame collapsed entirely onto his victim, smothering him underneath his animalistic form.
Exhausted, Jim the ape man fell into a deep sleep, the only thought in his mind being that he was finally free.