The muscle bound Hercules stood in a fighter's stance, shifting his massive 6'2 , 460 pounds frame back and forth waiting for Gargan the Slave to advance. The black monster of muscle stares into the God's eyes with slight fear but yet confidence. The comparison of the two huge rivals is incredible. Hercules at 6'2, 460 pounds of pure muscle looks like the biggest pro bodybuilder in the universe. His 29" biceps flex into mounds of twisted, veiny steel the size of bowling balls and probably would prove as hard if not harder. His pecs look as though they are two slabs of the thickest plates of iron covered in tan skin. The 78" of chest have a cleavage between each pec so deep the you could stick your whole hand in it. His 41" quads hold up his powerful torso. This man is the God of muscle and strength and he knows it.

As for Gargan, the black slave is the product of generations of breeding the biggest and strongest slaves. His dark brown skin covers a body of a 5'11, 450 pound powerlifter. His muscles aren't as defined as the monstrous Hercules but they are every bit as large. His 75" chest is more beef then pure muscle. His abs are made up of 6 huge square blocks of muscle which bow outward making his waist much rounder then Hercules' ripped 10 packed wall. His biceps appear as two 28" boulders covered in brown leather. They are no peaks or splits in them like Hercules' , just power and size. His legs are massive. 43" pillars hold this massive man up. They stand with power and show he's worked them in the fields pulling plows that even oxen couldn't pull. He stood nearly as wide as Hercules. He stood strong and proud for a slave. His body had a slight layer of fat that covered the huge muscle which gave an even more powerful look to him compared to Hercules who had nearly no fat on his body but yet from a spectators view, Hercules was wider and Hercules' over all muscle mass gave him a superior look over the slave.

The two muscled giants slowly circled each other, waiting for the other to make the first move. The huge crowd backed off in fear of being struck by one of the two beast. Suddenly Zeus walked between the two men.

"Who is your master ?" Zeus ask the mighty slave.

"I am." said a voice from the crowd. A man walked over to Zeus and introduced himself as Mortar, a slave breeder. Mortar told Zeus how Gargan is the product of breeding his biggest and strongest slaves. This is a process that's taken generations. "My slave is a powerful and proud man.

"You wouldn't know power until you see my son Hercules in action. He's undefeated in every strength contest he's faced. I'm sorry to say but you slave would be no match for my boy. " Zeus said with pride as Hercules cockily grinned at the black wall that stood in front of him.

"Gargan has yet to meet a man or animal that could take him. I challenge your son with my slave. I am a wealthy man. I'll put my entire estate up against you. " Mortar said in anger and insult.

"It's a deal. The last man standing shall be named the winner."

Suddenly a heavy set bearded man steps forward. "NO...NOT HERE !" This man was the constable and he was worried of the destruction the two muscled warriors would cause to the surrounding people. Zeus and Mortar agreed. They also agreed the fight would take place in a cave..a huge cave called the "Cave Of Souls."

"Tomorrow at this time they will enter at each end of the cave and meet in the middle. The first man to walk out of the cave shall be the victor!" Declared Zeus.

That night Gargan trained and then rested his massive body. He was hungry for this. It shall be the first time he will display his incredible strength in the open. And to take on the God of Muscle himself was the greatest feat of all. The thought of taking Hercules down excited the huge slave. His raggedy pants began to tent. His giant hand started to rub the throbbing tool as he played out his thoughts. "No..not now Gargan. You save all that until after you defeat Hercules, then do what you want with him." His master said.

As for Hercules. He was with his father. Zeus just finished attempting to call up more muscle and strength for his son. He was determined to use his son's abilities to their fullest. He called in his favors on other Gods who could add to his power. What he had when he was finished was a final potion to enhance Hercules already incredible strength and size. The last one pushed Hercules' genetics to the limits. This one will heighten his strength to the most possible point that could be held by his structural makeup. The instructions for this potion to work were simple yet nearly impossible. Hercules had to bring his strength up to 100% for it to kick in. But this had to be done within 5 minutes after drinking it or it won't work.

The problem was that there was nothing on earth that could take 80% of Hercules' strength before it would succumb to it. Zeus had a plan. He created a beach ball sized orb of "Titantron Steel". This was the most dense substance known on Olympus. The thing about Titantron steel is that the harder it is pushed the more solid and dense it gets. This will be simple. All Hercules has to do is bearhug the ball and attempt to crush it. This should push his genetic strength to failure and the new potion should kick in.

Hercules walked to the shinny blue glowing ball of titantron and lifted it. It weighed a good 600 pounds but yet the man of muscle lifted it like it was nothing. He wrapped his thick arms around it and his hand barley touched on the far side. His rounded pecs rippled as he placed the orb against them.

"This is gonna be easy ... ready when you are pops." The musclebound God said to Zeus.

"O.K. then..go." replied Zeus.

Hercules' powerful biceps grew as veins shot over his arms. His thick pecs ballooned outward and his back widened as the ball began to dent inward. Suddenly Hercules pecs stopped sinking into the orb as it reinforced itself. It became heavier and pushed outwards to reshape itself. Hercules grunted and increased his strength. His arm began to shake as his strength tripled. Once again his pecs started denting the ball and it took on a shape of an oval. But the ball started glowing and reshaping. Hercules was bound to stop it and poured on his power. "AAAUUUGGGHHH.." Hercules pushed and the ball stopped...but then started again. The God's entire body shook as this stalemate started coming to and end. Hercules' body was pumped and covered with sweat. The ball began to pulsate with a low humming noise and then it grew brighter. It was reshaping and not even Hercules at full power could stop it. But then "IT" kicked in. Hercules' neck thickened and his back started to get wider by the second as mountains of muscles bulged outward. His biceps took on a whole new shape as they grew in size. Veins covered the powerful muscles, feeding them strength. His pecs, already two massive slabs of God muscle grew outward. His huge legs became thicker then most men's torsos. His pecs sunk deeper and deeper into the orb. His powerful and massive biceps pushed in and his hands came closer and closer. The orb was humming and glowing at a feverous pitch as it was losing to this new level of muscle and strength Hercules was showing. A loud band and hiss came from the orb as it's core caved in and imploded. Hercules has won.

He turned to his father who was wide eyed. "My father..My God..look at me !" Herc said as he rose his tree like arms up and flexed. His biceps rose upward like two planets. Veins the size of cables covered the peaked mound of muscle. His pecs touched his chin and his strength was now beyond even his wild dreams."I could feel the power running through my veins..it's INCREDIBLE !" He ran his hand up his torso and his heavy massive cock grew hard. He took his hand and wrapped his fingers around the growing pipe. His fingers didn't come close to touching. "This I'll save for Gargan after I crush him " He said as he flexed.

The next day a massive crowd formed around the cave of souls. Gargan and his master Mortar waited at the north end opening of the huge cave. On the south side opening was Hercules and Zeus. A long tunnel ran from both openings to a tremendous rounded room that was in the center of the tavern. This room was lite by a giant hole that was in the ceiling that let the sun in. Huge boulders sat on the ground and deep holes that led to bottomless pits were scattered all over the floor. The bottomless pits is were the name "cave of souls" came from. It was believed that the devil himself lived at the floors of these holes.

The two giants began to walk down the tunnels toward each other. Gargan was well rested and wearing nothing more then a pair or torn shredded gray pants that barley fit over his thick quads. Mortar followed his powerlifter like slave and gave him last minute instructions on taking Hercules down. Meanwhile Hercules walked with a huge thud which came with each step he took. His nearly five foot wide shoulders brushed the walls of the tunnel. His new muscle rolled with every movement as each gigantic leg rolled around the other fighting for room Hercules is 510 pounds of ripped God muscle that was pumped and ready for battle.

The two titans finally reached the ends of the tunnels. Both Zeus and Mortar tried to look over their boys shoulders but the muscle blocked a slight chance of a good view. A shadowy form that was nothing short of a wall of muscle stepped into the light in the round room. It was Gargan. His 450 pounds of muscle stood waiting. His powerlifter like body tightened as his heart beat faster with the thought of taking on Hercules. This was his moment to bring pride to his families name. His cock began to stretch the fabric in his tight pants as it grew with the thought of battle. He looked intensely at the gigantic shadow that stood in the opposite tunnel. This shadow was so wide it blocked the entire passage way. When it stepped in the light it was obviously Hercules. His brown curly hair was neatly in place. He wore only a pair of cotton shorts that were three times too small and seemed painted on. But Gargan noticed that was the only small thing about him. Hercules was bigger, this he could tell. He outweighed Gargan by 60 pounds of pure muscle. Hercules could see Gargan looking at his muscle so he slightly rolled his pecs which touched his chin and grinned a cocky look at the slave.

"This will be my greatest triumph father. I want to destroy him in muscle and strength and then show him who the real man is." Hercules said as he rubbed his hand over his bulge that was between his legs. "The power I feel in me is incredible. After today I will be feared by the entire world !"

"Are you ready to see your slave fall ?" Shouted Zeus to Mortar.

"It will only be your boy who falls" He shouted back.

Hercules could feel the power pulsating through his veins more intensely now. It was like nothing he ever felt before. His pouch now appeared so big it looked as tough there it was stuffed with a huge grapefruit. His muscles pumped to the fullest and his strength pounded inside him. His heart beat fast and then his father looked at his massive boy with pride. He looked at his monster son who was glaring at the hungry black man across from him. Hercules could just barley control himself from cumming when he flexed his 31" biceps at Gargan in a show of size. "Do it now dad..my strength is at it's peak level. I've never felt stronger." Hercules said with the lust of power in his deep voice.

Mortar looked at his bull slave and saw he wanted to do this more then anything he wanted in his life..it was time!

Suddenly at the same time Zeus and Mortar both yelled "TAKE HIM DOWN !" and the two musclebound men exploded toward each other like two missiles and in the center of the cave they clashed! It was as though the Earth moved when the two titans collided. Hercules flexed every muscle in his mammoth body just on impact and wrapped his powerful arms around Gargan's thick waist, pushing him back a few steps. Hercules' arm size was bigger then some guys waist. The cable like veins popped outward. Gargan pounded down into Hercules' thick back with his fist. The punches sounded like he was beating a prize bull with a sledge hammer. Gargan was shocked at the width of Hercules' back. The muscle rose in his back making it look like a huge mountain range. It's thickness was mind boggling. Gargan's fist bounced off the muscle mass and he knew that he would have to give his all to even move this musclebound man.

Hercules picked up Gargan with ease and slammed him into the stone wall. Gargan's 450 pounds of beef crushed some of the smaller rocks in the cave's side. Hercules rammed the black monster's body into the wall again, this time slamming his own powerful muscles into Gargan's solid body. Gargan grunted as his thick, powerful body reflected most of the thrashing. He knew he had to think fast to stop Hercules from imbedding him into the rock wall.

Gargan suddenly wrapped his arms around Hercules' head and flexed. Gargan's round biceps bulged outward. The basketball sized bicep, covered with a small layer of fat was harder then any rock in the cave. Hercules' head disappeared between Gargan's bicep and forearm. Hercules continued his assault on Gargan by slamming him into the wall once again. Gargan held strong as Hercules realized his air supply was being cut off with the mass of muscle from Gargan's huge arms covering his mouth. Hercules grabbed Gargan's forearm blindly and clamped his huge hands onto it and attempted to pull the vice off his head. Hercules' biceps rose showing even greater size then the slave, but Gargan equaled him in strength in this hold. He had it locked on tight. Hercules tried with all his might to muscle Gargan's arms off his head but Gargan proved to powerful. With no air going into Hercules' massive body he began to feel slightly dizzy and suddenly he dropped to his knees. Gargan let go of Hercules' head and threw an uppercut into Hercules powerful square jaw, rocking his massive torso. Hercules shook his head as though he's shaking the blow off and started to focus on the gigantic black slave standing over him. Gargan threw another punch at Hercules but the young God caught the fist with his huge hand and stopped it cold. Gargan's eyes open wide by the display of power from Hercules as he began to rise to his feet. Every muscle in Hercules' massively ripped body is pumped to their fullest. His eyes fill with power as he stares at Gargan with anger. Hercules was now pissed and Mortar's slave was going to pay. Gargan doesn't blink as he stares back and puffs out his huge barrel chest. Hercules releases Gargan's hand and throws a punch into Gargan's wide chest. With a huge thud Gargan doesn't move. The black man smiles at Hercules as though he was inviting Hercules to try again. Hercules again throws a punch into Gargan and the slave stands in defiance of the God's power. Hercules then rolls his massive pecs. The thickness of them seems to defy gravity as they roll like two mountains over his rib cage. This was his way of telling Gargan to throw his best punch into his immovable mounds of muscle. Gargan return the punch. Gargan's fist bounced off of Hercules' pecs like it was nothing. This set both God and slave in a war of punches.

Neither man moved as they traded powerful punches into each others torso. Suddenly Gargan surprises Hercules by blocking his punch and throws a powerful punch into Hercules followed by 2 more that rock the massive Greek God. Once again the black monster's speed surprises Hercules by round house kicking Hercules in his super dense pecs with his huge leg. Hercules never felt a blow as powerful as this as the air shot from his lungs from the muscular pecs being forced inward. The kick knocked Hercules' huge frame into the rock wall of the cave so hard that his entire body sunk nearly completely into it. Hercules quickly pulled his body from the wall leaving a huge gapping hole behind. Before Hercules could regain his fight Gargan punches again. This time Hercules quickly flexed out nearly every muscle on his mountainous body. The punch hurt Gargan's hand but had enough power in it to rock the massive muscle man. Hercules mustard enough strength to throw a punch into Gargan, rocking him. He quickly threw two more punches into Gargan's head, snapping it back despite the fact that his traps were so thick he had no neck.

Gargan's eyes slightly glassed over and Hercules made his move by bear hugging the powerful slave. From the size of Hercules super round pecs, massively thick arms and Gargan's densely thick body his hands didn't come close to touching. This didn't stop the massive God as he locked his huge paws into Gargans back. Hercules' round pecs were like two round balls of steel as they sunk into Gargan's barrel chest. Hercules' arms ballooned outward with power as his veins thickened with blood which carried the strength into the football like biceps. Gargan's torso slightly began to bend back as Hercules roared and dug in with all his strength. What seemed like hours passed as Hercules seemed to make no lead way as Gargan flexed back to counter the hold. Sweat poured down Hercules' torso as it shook from the amount of strength he was generating. He couldn't believe that Gargan didn't submit. Hercules was fuming inside as he though the fact that no man survives his bear hug.

The power that was running through Hercules was immense and he felt like he was in touch with ever muscle on his massive body. The fact that he was putting out nearly 100% of his newly increased power began to turn Hercules on. He knew that because of this he was going to surge with every ounce of power his father gave him. He knew that now he would have the strength to crush this black mountain like the inferior man he was. Hercules felt his dick thicken. The super thick cock pushed against the tight fabric of Hercules' shorts. He knew this was the moment he was waiting for. Hercules suddenly swung his 520 pounds of muscle around Gargan and locked on the bearhug again... this time from behind. Hercules massive pecs pressed into Gargans dense back as his fist pressed into Gargan's chest. Hercules could feel his blood boil with power as his already powerful muscle grew to their strongest most massive size. Gargan grunted as he grabbed Hercules wrist. The black powerlifter like slave knew he could be in serious trouble. Hercules powerful cock exploded from his shorts as it grew to it's thickest. It's head looked as it was a fist and the shaft was like a 14" limb from a fallen tree.

Hercules' head was full of power and lust as his body was now at 110% in strength. This was the moment of triumph for the musclebound God. He pressed his dick's head between Gargan's cheeks. Gargan flexed his ass with all his might stopping the head from entering. Hercules groaned as he pushed. Gargan's hands tightened around Hercules wrist as he pulled with all his strength . Hercules suddenly found his powerful arms being pried ever so slowly from Gargan's pecs. Both men poured on the strength but it was Gargan who was now showing who the superior man was as he slowly overpowered the musclebound God. Hercules yelled in search of strength as Gargan muscled his way out of the reverse bearhug. Gargan swung Hercules around and the two muscle men faced each other. Furiously Hercules head butted the black man but his head bounced off of Gargan's harder head with a sickening crack. Hercules' eyes roll upward into his head as Gargan unleashed the most devastating blows yet. The punched slam into the musclebound Greek God. His torso jumps from each punch as he tries his best to flex his powerful muscle before the devastating blows make contact. Hercules' unbeatable muscle actually began to fail him for the first time in his young life. Before the son of Zeus knew what was happening Gargan put him in a full nelson. Gargan's huge biceps flexed outward under Hercules leg sized arms, lifting them nearly straight up. Gargan grabbed onto Hercules' mountainous traps and tightened the hold with all his strength. Hercules screamed in pain for the first time ever as the hold was locked in. Hercules attempted to power his massive arms down to break the hold but Gargan was raging with strength..strength that was greater then his own. The shock of this amazed Hercules. The fact that there was a stronger being on earth was impossible. Gargan then swung his massive leg around Hercules pillar like thigh. Hercules poured all his strength in breaking the hold when he realized what was about to happen.

Gargan's huge tool was already released from his torn pants. It was as long as Hercules but actually thicker ! Gargan pressed his black meat slab into Hercules ass. Hercules flexed his ass which was made of pure muscle. Gargan flexed his thigh stopping Hercules from moving. The black monster then thrusted forward. Hercules dark brown eyes opened wide like two saucers and he screamed in agony as Gargan's pipe like cock forced his way into Hercules. With one more huge thrust Gargan's pelvic touched Hercules ass cheeks as all 14" was crammed into Hercules. There was so much power behind it that Hercules' 520 pounds of muscle lifted upward making his feet leave the ground.

"AAAUUUGGGGGHHHHHNNNOOOOOOOOOOO" was the sound that echoed through the cave of souls as Hercules screamed. The noise made it's way out of every exit of the cave , catching the attention of Zeus, Mortor and the hundreds waiting for the victor to walk out. Zeus looked puzzle by the yelling. That was his muscle bound son's voice. But he knew he gave Hercules every ounce of strength possible. The size of his boy, the power he held. there was no way he could be defeated. Mortor on the other hand slowly grinned as he knew that was in fact a yell of defeat and that wasn't from his slave but from the muscle bound boy of Zeus.

Hercules was now totally defeated as his huge arms went limp. He wasn't capable of flexing his torso as his muscles seemed to big for his frame. By the fifth thrust Gargan couldn't hold back. Hercules felt the arm like cock swell inside of him as Gargan came. Gargan let out a groan so loud it shook the cave. The groan seem even louder as it reached the ears of Zeus and Mortor. Mortor grinned again and said "That's my boy.." Realizing that was a groan of pure pleasure. Zeus looked shocked. Hercules' muscled body fell from Gargan's cock and hit the rock floor with a solid thud. His strength was drained. He fought just to lift his pecs off the floor with his arms. His entire body was pumped beyond belief, even in defeat. Gargan looked down at him and smiled. "I never thought I'd see the son of Zeus defeated. And to think I'm the man who did it is even better." He said as he began to lift Hercules up to his feet.

Hercules massive legs could hardly support the 520 pounds of muscle he carried. Hercules leaned against Gargan as the slave began to hoist the fallen God over his shoulders to carry him out like a prize trophy. Hercules noticed behind Gargan a pit that was darker then night itself. Hercules pulled the last ounce of strength he had and pushed Gargan back. The push surprised Gargan and the huge black man stumbled backwards and tripped over a rock and disappeared down a pit that seemed to never end. He was gone. The man who proved stronger then the mighty Hercules vanished in seconds. It took Hercules about an hour to get himself together and walk out of the cave alone. The story he gave was far different then what happened. He told the wide eyed people how he easily defeated the black slave known as Gargan. He told them how he out muscled him , fucked him and threw his crushed, broken lifeless body down a bottomless pit. Hercules actually began to believe his own lies as he regained his strength and flexed his globe like biceps as he spoke. Mortor was devastated and confused. Zeus puffed out his chest in pride of his muscle bound son.

Back in the darkness of the cave a pair of eyes blinked. Eyes that hide the entire time behind the rocks as the two musclebound titans clashed. A pair of eyes that witnessed the whole TRUE story. The eyes belonged to a beaten man. A young man named Titus who was defeated by the man he saw fall victim to a stronger man in the cave. Titus thought to himself that this can't end like this. Gargan is to powerful to just vanish like this. He knew he had to do something...