Martin: I want this jungle man captured and brought to me alive, Hunter. He’s some sort of legend in his jungle domain –he should not be hard to find – I have GPS coordinates and records from my safari last spring.

Hunter: I’m afraid it will cost you plenty, Mr. Martin

Martin: Call me Bill. Money is no object. I’ll pay you $1,000,000.00 to bring me this ape man – tamed and in chains.

Hunter: Well, I’m your man, Bill. Does this ape man have a name?

Martin: Tarzan… he’s known as Tarzan in those parts. He’s like a self-proclaimed sheriff of his jungle domain… protects the weak villagers from the more aggressive tribes… drives off the hunters and poachers.

Hunter: I take it you have had a bad experience with Tarzan.

Martin: Yes, I did… last spring on safari with my business partners. Tarzan had the audacity to accost my hunting safari when we inadvertently ventured into his part of the jungle.

Hunter: Please… tell me what happened.

Martin: The hired bearers had just finished making camp near the river for the day when Tarzan swooped down nearly naked out the dense jungle on a tree vine and landed in the center of our camp. The bearer’s’ scattered like frightened children at the sight of mighty Tarzan and ran off. He quickly destroyed our hunting weapons one by one smashing them against a tree or throwing them in the river. He then angrily confronted our guide and said, “Tarzan,” indicating with a gesture to his powerful chest that was his name.  Then he screamed, “UMGAWA!” and pointed to the direction the bearers had fled. Our guide pulled his side arm but Tarzan was too quick. He pulled a knife from his holster and threw it at the guide piecing his hand before he reached the weapon. Tarzan easily disarmed the injured guide and retrieved his knife and then tossed the pistol into the river.

Hunter: What happened next?

Martin: We had no choice; our guide needed medical attention. We left in a hurry. We had to leave our supplies and equipment as we had no bearer’s. Tarzan followed watching us closely from the tree tops until we were well out of his jungle.

Hunter: Quite a story, Bill. Do you have s description of him?

Martin: I can do better that that. My partner snapped several photos of Tarzan while he was distracted. Take these with you… although I doubt you’ll have any problem recognizing Tarzan.

Hunter takes the photos and examines them.

Hunter: This Tarzan is not much more than a kid – 24 – 25. Good-looking kid too. Blond hair – blue eyes; he looks like he’s a big boy, too –well over 6’ tall and all muscle.

Martin: Yes, he is a powerful young man – impressive body; that’s why I want to own this ape man. He’s proud and full of free spirit – he’s never been defeated – he’s never known the yoke of slavery.

Hunter: Revenge or… something else? Not that it matters to me. I am just curious.

Martin: Strictly revenge Hunter. I simply want to punish the ape man. I want to take everything he has away from him – freedom – his good looks – his muscle – I want to make an animal out of this legend.  I have a plantation on a small island I own in the Caribbean. After you capture Tarzan for me, I intend to see this so-called Jungle Lord harnessed and bridled like an animal and worked in the hot fields of that plantation in the Caribbean.

Hunter: I see.

Martin: There is more, Hunter. Once I have Tarzan captive on my island, I will take my time and humiliate him.  I’ll keep Tarzan naked except for a leather harness that I will personally fuse tightly to his cock and balls – and a leather hood – I’ll get to the hood in a minute, Hunter.

Hunter: Certainly Bill. I’m listening

Martin:  Tarzan will be my human horse block. Every morning I’ll step onto his powerful bare back as he kneels, his mighty arms tightly restrained behind his back, and mount my horse. Then I will ceremoniously lead Tarzan around my private island from the saddle of my horse. I’ll pull the savage along from atop my steed, with long leather reins that I will attach to Tarzan’s ball harness. As I ride my horse and pull the reins, the harness will tighten around Tarzan’s balls painfully, forcing him to move faster to keep up with me as ride leisurely at a brisk pace on my noble steed around the trails of my island.

Hunter: You mentioned a hood, Bill.

Martin: Ah yes – the hood – Tarzan is extremely handsome as you can see for yourself:  fair skin – blond hair – blue eyes – young – mid-twenties. When you capture this jungle boy, I want you to immediately place a thick leather hood over his head that will I provide you – lace it up and lock it in place. It has only a nose hole and mouth hole. The hood is never to be removed from Tarzan’s head. Tarzan is to never see the sun again, and no one will ever see this young man’s handsome face with its blond hair and blue eyes, again –the thick heavy grotesque leather hood will take away his eyesight and attractive face and features forever. When you see the hood, you’ll understand my meaning. Tarzan is an animal, and I intend to dress him as one. Oh – and you are to strip him naked and keep him naked.

Hunter: Keep the kid hooded and naked – got it.

Martin: You’ll have to visit Tarzan on the plantation, Hunter. After his morning walk, each day Tarzan will be sent into my fields where he’ll be worked by my task master as a beast of burden; he’ll be harnessed and bound to a plow. Tarzan then will be whipped while he is forced to pull a plow behind him to till my fields… all day in the scorching sun. At night, I’ll cage him in the barn with the other “horses.”

Hunter: That will be something to see, Bill.