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“Monkey Business"

“Hello! My name is Jack Kennison; you may know me from such shows as “Jack versus the Ghostly Darkness: The Haunted Forest Visit" or “Jack Rapels Down a Cliff with No Gear" Or maybe you're a fan of my VTube channel “Jack Jives" where I cook using my own personal ingredients and “Jack Screams" where I play only the best horror games that I'm totally not afraid of. You may not be aware that I too have just completed a class in ancient archaeology and upon receiving my certificate I hope to track down the Ancient Monkey's Treasure of South America. As we speak, I am flying to the continent of Argentina to undertake my most death-defying quest yet and next week, to all my favorite fans; I will have the most amazing archaeological discovery of the twenty-first century! Stay tuned for Jack versus The Black Pit..."

As the video ended, Jack sat back in his car seat, rather pleased with himself as his publicist Matt on the other end of his cell phone was groaning in frustration. “Jack, Argentina is a country, not a continent..."

“Oh, tomato, tomatoe." Jack said as he rested his feet on the dashboard, much to the driver's chagrin, as he grunted and continued looking forward. “It inspires confidence, and confidence inspires views. Do I not pay you to be my publicist? Make my words work for me. You know..."

“Okay, you haven't paid me in like four months."

“Check's in the mail." He said. “See? Confidence."

“You didn't even wait for my reaction. So what's this dark pit you're going to be exploring?"

“Black Pit." Jack corrected him. “Try to make it sound more mysterious..."

“I don't think the PR would approve of you going to South America to explore a place called the Black Pit..."

“Fine, fine. It's called the Shrine of Zekai." Jack said, turning a gold coin over in his fingers. “Got a hot tip on a citadel that's never been explored and I found myself a ticket inside."

“Are you kidding? An unexplored site? Do you know what kinds of diseases you can catch from a place like this? My skin is covered in hives just thinking about it--"

“Then don't think about it." He looked up. “Okay I'm almost there. Don't wait up, I'll call you when filming's done."

“But I--" Jack cut off his agent's words by ending the call.

Little did Jack realize that this journey was going to be the start of three days worth of travel through a thick wilderness. After the roads got too rough for them to drive, Jack was dropped off with his camping pack, a radio and not a lot else. From what he'd gathered, the driver would be back when called, but not before. And as he took off in a storm of dust down the dirty gravel road, Jack shifted his pack onto his shoulder and made his way into the part of the jungle coined as “Zekky's Woods" by the locals. At first, things seemed perfectly normal; fine even, despite the fairly strenuous hike, he made his way about fifteen miles over the course of a full day's walk before rains began to trickle down from the sky. He set up camp and hunkered down for the night.

As he got into his tent and lit a lantern, he stripped down to his underwear and tucked into his sleeping bag with a book to read. As he did so, lightning began to flash in the distance followed by the eventual rumbling of thunder. A thumping noise outside prompted him to pull back the flap slightly. He didn't see anything, but had noticed a sweeping fog had come across the site, and its pea soup thickness had dropped visibility to mere inches. He shrugged and returned his flap. It was a problem he would have to deal with in the morning if the fog hadn't burned away by then.

He had just gotten back to his reading once again when a gust of wind began to really try to drag his fabric. It was that point that Jack had begun to get annoyed. Tucking himself down into his bag, he put his book down and turned off the lamp. Maybe a few hours' sleep would get things back to normal again. He closed his eyes and before he knew it, he had drifted off to sleep.

“Jack...Jack! Help me? Help!"

A woman's voice woke Jack up; he quickly checked his watch: Three-fifteen in the morning; he'd already been asleep for almost four hours. His tent was pitch black as he listened intently for the sound to repeat itself. The voice sounded familiar, but he could have just dreamed it up... “Hello?" He asked softly, not expecting much out of the night but silence.

“Jack! Help!"

This caused the man to jolt upright and scramble for the tent flap. A woman was in trouble; more importantly, a young woman was in trouble and he had to help. He barely managed to put shoes on over his bare feet before he stumbled out into the night in nothing but his skivvies. He scrambled to his feet and looked around the dark jungle. He reached into the bag just beside his tent's flap and pulled out a flashlight, turning around with it, he could make out his traveled trail, and another one that went down deeper into the forest in a downward path. “Please! I'll do anything for a rescue, Jack...anything!" Her added subtle desperation prompted him to immediately charge off down the path. “Jack! Jack!" He continued to hear her as he ran, this time running at a breakneck pace as it seemed like he wasn't catching up at all. Finally he reached the bottom of the incline and immediately skidded to a halt as he nearly spilled over a pit that he hadn't seen on his approach. His throat constricted with a sharp gasp of surprise as he teetered on the edge of losing his balance, but a strangely soft push from behind his knees caused him to topple forward.

“WHOA! WHOA!" He screamed as he couldn't stop the lean and he fell down into the darkness...

Jack woke up, he'd had no idea how long it had been, only that it had begun to rain. He'd been facing upwards and sputtered as he realized what was happening and he bolted upright. He hissed in pain and felt his arm, which was bloodied from the fall, he tested it and made sure it wasn't broken before getting up again. Lightning was providing the occasional illumination, helping to guide him down what looked like a beaten path. After about half a mile of wandering, he paused to rest when a flicker of light in the distance caught his eye. It was about two hundred yards in front of him and he began to move towards it, seeing other sources of light illuminate as he approached. They were torches, and somehow not affected by the downpour of rain soaking him down now. Confused, but intrigued, he continued forward. As he passed a pair of torches, their light immediately snuffed out and another pair of torches a few yards ahead ignited. He gasped as after a bit more distance, he saw he was standing at an old ruin. Its door standing in front of him was sealed off, the torches nearby sending a glossy reflection across its surface as he noticed a small circular indentation on it and a familiar sigil etched in the stone above it. He'd stashed the coin he brought in the most secure place he could think of, and as he fished it out of his rain-soaked briefs, he placed it into the hole and it dropped in like a slot machine. Instantly, there was a rumbling noise and the giant boulder slowly rolled to the side.

“Jack..."

A voice came from behind him, and he turned around, not seeing the pair of crimson red eyes staring at him from the dark and moving further out of view as he turned. It spoke again: “Jack! Help!" But this time it sounded like the maiden's voice from earlier, and it was coming from inside. He swallowed and followed it inside and immediately the path slanted down, guiding him deeper and deeper into the crypt. His walk turned into a brisk jog as the temperature in this place grew colder and colder. Eventually, he had to stop and shiver and to listen again...it had gotten very quiet and he was getting more and more paranoid. He could hear something shuffling in the darkness, constantly he would check over his shoulder and as he made his way down the next corridor, it opened up to multiple

“He-hello?" His voice trailed off in a retreating echo.

“Oh! Jack! You've found me!"

Jack heard something rumbling to his left and turned his gaze to see a wall slowly sliding up toward the ceiling, revealing a brightly lit passage. As the wall vanished, the chamber behind was mostly empty. Back against the wall, just barely illuminated was the voluptuous form of a woman against the back wall. He gasped at this beauty; she was dressed in a long purple dress that clung to her body, he could see her skin almost clearly through the fabric, an extra fold of the outfit keeping her breasts just barely covered. Her blond hair over her face as she leaned down, restrained by shackles holding her wrists. Jack's heart skipped a beat and he ran toward her, she looked up, the hair parting from her crystal blue eyes and full lips as he got to her.

“Please... please rescue me." She said, her voice narrowly escaping a whisper.

“What are you doing here?" Jack asked as he examined this beautiful creature. Just looking into her eyes made him feel weak in the knees and he put a hand on his face. He felt dizzy. “What..."

“Jack, free me and I will give you a kiss. It's the least I could do."

“But how do you know my name?"

The woman frowned, her eyes seemed to draw him in even further and for a moment, Jack could feel a pair of red eyes staring at him. “Please...?"

He didn't want to hesitate anymore, he had so many questions but they were somehow pushed to the back of his mind as he reached up to pull on the shackles. “If only I had a key--"

“But it's right in your hand" Her voice sounded distorted, almost inhuman as she spoke, but Jack didn't hear that. He looked and saw a small silver key between his fingers.

“Oh. I have it." He said and unlocked the first shackle, allowing her to fall into his arms. He then unlocked the second and she collapsed completely into him.

“Oh, my...handsome hero." She said with an elated sigh to her voice. “Thank you for freeing me..." She turned her face up to meet Jack's face, her slender fingers caressing his cheek.

“Maybe we should get out of here..." Jack said. “We're both really under dressed..."

“No, not yet." She said, her voice soothing and enchanting as her ruby lips drew closer to his. “I must reward my hero for saving me."

Their lips touched and immediately Jack let out a gasp of pleasure as a warm heat radiated through his body. He moaned and wrapped his arms around her waist and he couldn't hold his balance anymore. Slowly he sank to his knees, kissing her as he closed his eyes and gently let his tongue explore. He could taste her, she had a taste as sweet as her scent, the world faded around him and Jack moved his hands up her waist some, she wasn't struggling against him, she didn't want him to let her go, and he didn't want to let her go either. Jack moved to brush her hair to the side, to get a better look at her face only to find something in the way; it was something stuck where her forehead should be and oddly enough he could feel it flex and he noticed something slowly winding its way around his neck and that's when he opened his eyes to the most shocking sight he'd ever expected.

A creature was kneeling down in front of him, only it was facing away, a deep black pucker was looming in his face where his lips were and the cheeks of this creature's ass slowly flexed against his nose and mouth when he tried to pull away. He realized it was male, it was covered in a deep brown fur and its face turned to look at him. It was a shocking look into the glowing red eyes of a skull-faced monkey. His jaw was twisted into a sort of a smile as his eyes pulsated in light that sent tingles down his skin and down his spine.

“Oh look, I've been found out." The creature said as he pushed himself off the wall, using his weight to send Jack down onto the ground with a loud crash, his screams being muffled by its ass nearly suffocating him in one fell motion. “OOOHHHH FUCK Yes! This feels good, loverboy. Just that way... oh my “hero"!" He gasped as he continued to use his ass to force Jack's face into it.

Despite this, Jack was still hard as a rock and the creature noticed this, he ripped the man's underwear clean in half and grabbed his cock, thrusting his throat down upon it, Jack felt his shaft suddenly in the bare skull of this monkey creature assaulting him. “Z-Zakai--fuck!" Jack gasped, making the monkey pause and look at him. “The legends--the legends are true?"

Zakai smiled and looked at the human, resting his elbow on the man's crotch and placing his head into his palm to look at him. “Oh? The human has heard of Zekky? I am honored!"

“Who-who hasn't heard of the great bone monkey?" Jack stammered. “I-I am the one who should be honored."

“That's right, you should... and I hunger just about as much as you do. Do you like my ass, human? Or did you--want something more?"

As Zekai spoke, his voice grew deeper, his fur suddenly vanished under the swelling of black and white that started from his ass. His body increased and became more muscular and as he grew, he slammed his massive clawed hands onto both sides of the tunnel, his thick booty now leaning back again to wrap around Jack's face. His tail exploded forth, a thick orca tail that swung wide and thumped against one of the walls as well. “This is quite a new look, isn't it?" His voice was thunderingly deep, a dorsal shooting from the middle of his back as the rest of his fur vanished and he turned to grin at the human with a new orca face, though his eyes had remained their bright red appearance. His massive sack now glided along Jack's trembling, muscular torso. He couldn't say anything, his mouth was occupied suddenly as Zekai's massive orca form slammed down on it, thumping it into the floor as he sat down hard and began to grind Jack's face into it. Jack let out a muffled moan, grabbing at the orca's massive cheeks as his face was forced into the beastly pucker. He couldn't help but push his tongue into the ring, it slid in with ease and he began to dart it around. He'd never had any practical experience with this; who would? He'd always wondered, he had always imagined being in another man's ass--what was he saying? Jack had never had a gay thought in his life--did he? He struggled to remember as his face was submerged again and again into the creature's massive ass. His tongue was lost so many times that he was beginning to lose the feeling in his tongue. He moaned and grabbed tighter, he felt the massive orca cock slapping down on his stomach over and over as Zekai began to ride his face even harder.

After some time, somewhere Jack had lost all sense of time, and by the time the monkey returned to his normal skull-faced form, he was practically unconscious. Jack's tongue was lolling out of his mouth, his eyes rolled back as the monkey grinned at him. The twist in his facial plates looked bizarre, but he was amused by this. “Zekky has a feeling you enjoyed that, you did very well. But now I get what I want." He shifted his lithe body lower and his ass pushed against Jack's impressive cock. He edged it up slightly and rested against it, teasing the man's cock head with a flexing of his hole before slamming hard into it.

The lack of warning made Jack cry out in pleasure. His hands reached down to grab the monkey, but Zekai swatted the man's hands away. “Oh no, you let Zekky ride you human. Otherwise you won't get it ri-right...ahh!" He rode the human cock right down to the base, his hips swiveled and he sat up again, riding the cock to the very tip again before slamming back down hard. “Ahh! Damn!" He panted loudly as his furry body slapped loudly against the sweaty human loins.

Jack huffed and raised his hips each time, expecting the drop from above. His cock felt so warm--actually hot as it thrust deep into the monkey. The shockwave against his balls was enough to make him wince each time, but every time he would reach his hands up to gain some control, Zekai shut him down. Again, and again their bodies collided. Zekai's cock slapping loudly on Jack's chest as he rode him. He began to arch his back and speed up, his cock getting wetter and sending spits of precum directly into Jack's neck, soaking his entire chest. Zekai tightened his ass for the next several thrusts, pressing his hands down onto Jack's torso to add extra distance for his slams. Jack's toes were curling by this point, he was so close now that he couldn't concentrate on anything else.

“Ffffuck--I'm going to--"

“Don't you dare. Not before Zekky." The demonic monkey glared at the human, his eyes flashing threateningly at the human. “Ahhhh---nnnnhhhh!"

Jack was shaking at this point, he didn't want to disobey mast--Zekai...he didn't know what would happen to him if he did, but he was so close now that the burn was beginning to hurt.

Finally Zekai threw his body back and let out a howl as an ungodly torrent of cum shot from him, it came over Jack's head for the first couple of jets, but then it hit him, soaking his face, then his neck in a flood of cum. The smell was what put him over the edge and Jack began to climax as well, his nails scratching into the floor as he let out a bellow of his own, matching Zekai's howl and filling the cavern with their screams...

Jack hadn't radioed for over a week after the driver left him in the jungle, worried, his publicist journeyed to the forest with a team to search for him, but no sign of Jack, his campsite or any of his belongings were found.

There is currently a movie in the works regarding what was suspected to have happened in the woods... and they would get so many things wrong. But one thing is for sure, Zekky's Woods would definitely go on the watch list for one of the most dangerous jungles of South America; camping would soon be forbidden, and Jack would never be seen again...

THE END