[M4M] Taming Tarzan

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I enjoy exploring dom/sub and role reversal dynamics in my prompts. This takes many forms, whether it's smaller man/muscle bottom, power exchanges where a person who has power has that power taken away from him by someone lesser than him. Also someone who is dominant having his power taken away from him and forced into submission is an interesting take as well.

One particular way I like to have this happen is through hypnosis. A strong muscular character turned submissive muscle slave through gradual breaking down of his resistance as he is being worshipped by an inferior weaker person. The muscle man thinks he's in charge and initially he is, until he finds himself an obedient puppet.

Today I'd like to explore these dynamics and possibly some others playing as Tarzan, the lord of the jungle. I would want to play Tarzan as being gradually corrupted and transformed into a submissive from his dominant stance as lord of the jungle. Bonus points if willing to play an interracial scene here where Tarzan is brought low by one of the people he is ruling over, but it's not a requirement.

kinks: hypnosis, straight to gay, edging, milking, muscle worship, massage, oil, smaller dom/muscle sub pairings, light bdsm, interracial, role reversal, aphrodisiacs, dub/non-con to con, sleep play

my limits are: diapers, scat, heavy violence, unrealistic cock sizes, gore, beasts, mpreg, sounding.

Prospective partners should be able to write at least a paragraph, possibly more depending on the scene or need for detail. I enjoy OOC chat, but if you don't, that's perfectly ok. I'm a working professional so I understand that there are obligations that supersede role playing. If this interests you, or you want to try this out with a different spin or different set of characters on it, feel free to initiate a reddit chat. I prefer to ultimately play on Discord.

Sample of a possible intro:

Tarzan swung through the jungle, the sweat sticking to his muscular body. It was a humid day, as always, and his loincloth clung to his hips like a second skin. He had cemented his rule over the tribes of the area by besting their champions in contests of physical prowess and a sort of peace had prevailed in the area. For now at least.

One challenge to the peace eluded him however. Some of the people had taken to listening to a witchdoctor who was stirring up dissent. This was nothing new, he would always be an outsider to the people living here. What was different was that people were listening to this witchdoctor. People seemed to think he had powers. He scoffed at the notion, however despite the heat of the day, Tarzan felt a chill run down his body thinking of the witchdoctor and his vow to break Tarzan to his will. Surely no man could accomplish that?