This was serious. Hercules bent forward, wrapping a massive arm slowly around Conan’s face. It was like feeding him the leg of a buffalo, except the meat was in charge! The God knew what he was doing. Ram and pump! Ram the meat down his throat! Pump his jaw open! Ram it deeper!... Both men gazed in the mirrors and watched the arm-thing take over! Hercules applied pressure from the same-side pectoral, letting the weight drive the monster bicep all the way into his suck-slave’s throat! Was it worship if Conan did not will it? Was it worship if he had no choice?! Conan did not know. Hercules did not care! Tears of pain and fear flowed down Conan’s face, forming rivulets in the mud and cum that caked the conquering arm! The Barbarian shuddered as he saw the reflection of a monster left being primed for insertion! The inevitable meat-pounding continued!...

Now, from behind, Hercules launched a giant pectoral around Conan’s head! Its monster twin met it from the other side. Grinding power subdued the Wildman’s sterno-mastoids, rendering his jaws defenseless! Helpless, Conan would watch the size-display grow and grow, until his own face was blocked from view! Now, Mighty Hercules would walk around to the front of his prey... He would approach his victim on his knees… Now he would match muscle for muscle; pecs on pecs, abs on abs! He would force the face of his prisoner to his right, the better to observe the cruel pump-session in the mirror! Now each muscle would fight its own battle! Grinding Domination!! NO MERCY!!! This would be repeated! Lats on lats! Deltoids on deltoids! Triceps on triceps!! No body-part would avoid the competition!! ALL would be pummelled into submission!

Now the Supreme Commander would stand before the vanquished. Grasping his fists behind his back, he would rear-up his titanic pec-meat, listening to the Punished blubber in fear… He would SLAM! his helpless face with the East-mountain! CRASH! his pitiful head with the West!! Again and AGAIN! Harder and harder, using the Barbarian as a punching-bag for his entertainment!!! Domination would be complete.

Now,the culmination of VICTORY! The reign of the King of the Wildmen would be over. No one could now bear Hercules’ size and power! The massive body of the Barbarian would be the ultimate workout equipment!! The mirrors reflected the breathtaking scale of the Muscle-God’s achievement!! Now, the Size-Champion would get-off on himself! He flexed an impossible left arm in front of his defeated witness’ face. Seven groaning pumps, as his right hand delivered seven gushing loads into the face of the vanquished. Now the right, seven and seven!!! Hercules would reach into the mouth of the slack-jawed bulk-beast, and pulling his thick tongue forward, he would guide it, helpless, on a tour of his mountainous body, thrust it deep into every valley, until every muscle shone, gleaming, licked clean of the sweat, mud and cum of the arena!!!

Now he would sit upon the vanquished’s chest, and wrapping his dinosaur thighs around his victim’s head, he would slowly force his thick, dragon-meat down the defenseless throat. Hercules would not want to kill him! That would stop the torture! The Only King would take a gulp of pump-juice and let some spill down his awesome body, knowing that some of it would find the lips of the Barbarian. The muscle-demolition was too complete for any amount of elixer to heal the damage done. But it would keep him conscious for the punishment that would come!...