Hercules and Conan slowly approached each other. At twenty meters Hercules stopped and remained standing, his huge legs straddled wide apart. Conan stood as well, eyeing Hercules cautiously. A sensation of fear crept into the mind of the barbarian.

Hercules turned out to be much bigger than Conan had expected. Sure, he had heard stories about this half-god that was told to having crushed dead the lion of Nemea, killed the multi-headed Hydra of Lerna, captured the bull of Crete and performed a whole lot of other feats. In those stories Hercules was depicted as practically invincible, a gigantic warrior who would crush all obstacles in his way just by flexing his massive muscles. Conan, however, had found it impossible to believe that any man or even a god might be bigger and stronger than he, the mighty barbarian.

Yet now, standing face to face against this giant and looking at his massively muscled body, Conan felt himself intimidated. Hercules was about two meters tall, the same size as the barbarian, but twice as wide in shoulders, chest and thighs, and he must have weighed at least 180 kilos.

Hercules sensed the bewilderment of his opponent, and a cruel smile rose to his handsome face covered by a black beard. At last he had the opportunity to show the Cimmerians who is the real champion of the mankind, the greatest strongman and fighter in the world! He would enjoy crushing this filthy long-haired muscleman and use him for his pleasure before finally smashing him into a heap of broken bones and bloody rags of meat. Testosterone rushed into his veins, numbing his brain and heating up his magnificent body. Hercules flexed his huge pecs that bulged like two steel balloons reaching for his mighty chin. He raised his hands and stretched the gigantic biceps that seemed too large to fit in the space between the iron bundles of his massively muscled shoulders and forearms. A few steps towards Conan agitated the giant pythons in his colossal thighs that were rubbing against each other. Hercules' breath became heavy with excitement and lust. His enormous manly weapon, trapped in the obscene bulge of his leather pants, was ready to burst out.

Conan drew his sword, raised it to the level of his face and took a pose, as if trying to intimidate his opponent with the size of his bulging arms and the heavy sword glistening in the sun. Hercules sneered and reached for his own sword that turned out to be much longer and heavier than Conan's. It was a monstrous weapon that had split many a men into two even halves just by one slash reaching from head to groin. Hercules heaved the sword with his both hands. The huge biceps were bulging and the massive pecs ballooned. Then he took the sword into his right hand, threw it into air and caught with his left, as if the towering weapon that most men could hardly raise from the ground was just a toy.

Conan charged with an angry roar, enraged by this casual display of strength. Hercules took a few steps backwards and just kept blocking Conan's ferocious attacks, still holding his mighty sword in just one hand - the man-god didn't want to accidentally cut any slices out of the barbarian before having some fun with him.

The clang of steel continued, and suddenly it was Hercules who was charging, forcing Conan to retreat and showing his opponent who was the superior swordsman. Finally, Hercules took his sword into his two hands, made a full swing in the air and landed it on Conan's weapon that broke into pieces.

The barbarian backed out while Hercules triumphantly raised his sword high up in the air. Meanwhile, Conan grabbed his long leather whip and lashed it on Herc's wide back, when the man-god had turned away to hand over the sword to his faithful servant. As Hercules turned back towards the barbarian, another lash of the whip landed on his bulging pecs. The Greek superman stood stupefied, looking at the deep bloody cut the whip had made into the bronze skin of his massive chest. When he raised his eyes, the whip winded around his ankles. Conan pulled with all his might, and the giant warrior fell straight onto his back with a thump that shook the ground. Despite the pain caused by the lashes that were raining on him, Hercules was back on his feet in seconds. When the leather whip once again hit and wrapped around his thick neck, he grabbed it and snatched it out of his torturer's hands. Hercules removed the whip from his neck, roaring with pain and rage. A second later, the big man was rushing towards Conan like a tank.

The first huge blow delivered by Hercules landed on Conan's stomach. The impact broke the brick wall of Conan's abs and left him helplessly gasping for air while trying to protect the damaged tissue of his stomach with his hands. Then Herc's iron fist landed on his chest, snapping Conan's ribs despite the armour of his thick pecs. Another crushing blow hit him straight in the face, and had not Herc's steely fingers grabbed the barbarian's arm, he would have collapsed helplessly to the ground.

With his fingers squeezed around the massive biceps, Hercules continued to batter Conan's abs and pecs with his massive right hand. Aroused by the heat of this one-sided battle, growling with rage and sadistic pleasure, Hercules didn't notice Conan's faithful companion, the short yet massively muscled Zzeben as he crept towards Herc's back with a thick steel bar in his hands.

Zzeben's heavy weapon hit Herc's neck with a power that would have killed a mere mortal instantly. Hercules felt the paralysing pain, but had not time to turn around when this handsome bearded muscleman delivered another blow with his steel bar in order to crush the back of the man-god's head. Herc's grip of Conan's bicep loosened, his tree-trunk legs staggered, and the giant warrior fell helplessly on his knees. When yet another blow landed on his neck, the world went black. Herc's massive body collapsed to the ground and remained lying without a sign of life. Once again, Zzeben had saved his master's life in a critical moment.

Conan, dizzy and in pain after all the punishment he had taken struggled back to his trembling feet. Howling with pain and rage, he circled his fallen enemy and delivered smashing kicks into his sides and head. Conan grabbed his mighty weapon that had been tenting his fur loin-cloth and stroked it until it stood fully erected.

- You'll get your reward later, growled Conan to his barbarian friend who was watching his weapon keenly. Zzeben grunted with displeasure.

Conan turned towards the unconscious giant and got down on his knees. He rubbed Herc's massive thighs, then moved on to his huge ass, tearing off the leather pants that were covering this treasure. Never before had Conan seen anything like the two mountainous buttocks of the man-god. His cruel fingers squeezed these mountains of rock-hard muscle, then penetrated to the deep canyon between them, looking for the well of pleasure that was hiding somewhere in the bottom. The first drops of pre-cum were dripping on the gigantic buttocks, while Conan's breath grew coarse and heavy with lust.

Finally, Conan climbed on the he-man's ass, laying his rock-hard abs and bulging pecs against the plains and mountain ranges of Hercules' wide back. The barbarian's thick iron pole found its way into the canyon between the two huge slabs of muscle and, little by little, started to penetrate through the iron ring of Herc's shit-locker. With violent, inhuman strain accompanied by heavy growling coming from his mouth, Conan's weapon drilled deeper and deeper into the man-god's virgin ass.

Awakened by the sharp pain in his ass, Hercules began gradually to come back into his senses. At first he couldn't understand what was happening, lying prone on the ground, mouth and nose buried in soil, but soon the terrifying truth of his humiliated situation became clear.

Hercules raised his face from the ground and gasped for air. A deep growl of pain came out of his mouth and tears of humiliation rushed to his eyes. Never before had he lost a battle to any man or creature, never had he been humiliated in such a terrible and painful way!

Hercules started to feel the power coming back to his muscles and tried to move his hands and body, but Conan who had noticed that his enemy was coming back to life, locked his hands and neck with a full-nelson, ramming his shaft deeper into the entrails of the man-god. Hercules flexed his muscles and strained his bull neck, but Conan's muscular arms and bulk kept him tightly entrapped under his tormentor. All he could do was to roar and tighten the huge muscles of his ass, crushing Conan's thick pole and balls between his steel buttocks. This violent massage was too much for the barbarian who came with a loud cry, huge muscles convulsing, spraying heavy loads of cum into the battered rectum of the mighty Hercules.