At the camp of the suck-slaves, things were getting dangerous. The Master had been hunting far longer than usual, and, with nothing better to do, they had all been hitting the pump-juice pretty hard. It was kicking in big time now! The lesser heroes fidgeted... Kid Samson was getting that look in his eye...

“I'm going to go find the Master,” said Apollo, and he trotted off into the woods.

“Chicken!”, Mars yelled after.

The remaining four waited as long as they could. They were about to start in on each other when Apollo crashed through the forest into the clearing. He collapsed on the ground, his mouth and fanny leaking sperm. If the Master’s prey had fled or evaded him, he could be particularly vicious on his return.

Apollo choked out, “He…HE’S COMING!!”, and passed out, cumming on the ground.

The tremor of great footsteps approached. The suck-slaves surged ahead-Kid Samson swept them aside.

“The first beating is MINE!”, he said.

The rising sun rose red behind a hulking silhouette. Pre-cum dripped from the heroes. Only Samson waited. It was better that way.

But it was not Hercules!

The King’s head was shaved, the better to show him as a mountain of meat. The Commander’s mouth was framed by a beard. This strange Monster had long brown hair, was clean-shaven, and he had cruel eyes...

...and his Body was as big… or even Bigger than...!

Samson did not even dare think it!

“Who are you?”, the muscleboy demanded!

“I am Conan!, the undeafeated Conqueror!, Master and King of the Barbarians and all others!!”

What was he saying??

“Only Mighty Hercules, God of Muscle, King of Size is Master!”, Samson replied.

King Conan laughed long and hard. This must be Kid Samson, he thought, the Golden Trophy-Boy that Hercules prized so much! Seeing the splendid, strapping Boy Wonder, he knew it could be no other.

“He lies far from here, in a pool of his own cum, with a butt-full of mine! I ripped his ass-hole apart with this!...”, he held his heavy cock, making sure the Kid got a good look.

Samson was speechless.

“I’m not sayin’ it was easy”, Conan went on, ”he gave my monster body the best workout it ever had!!” The Barbarian made light of things. He had left the encounter with every muscle flayed and bruised. A fierce swelling had set in. Conan now shocked himself, looking down at his own hugeness!...

...”AND A FUCKIN’ WHALE OF A PUMP!!!”...

He grabbed one of many full jugs of pump-juice, and emptied it in one giant chug-a-lug. He tossed it aside.

“Thanks, kid”, he said. His thick veins felt the swelling and healing almost immediately. His cruel eyes now focused on the Kid... "Oohhh, yeah!”, he continued, moving menacingly forward. He was going to have some fun!

...”Guess he bit off more than he could chew!”...

He did some prepartory flexes. He uncorked another jug of juice, took a big swig and poured some down his great torso...

...”Guess he didn’t know what he was up against!..” He rubbed his hands over his rippling abs, noticing Samson couldn’t pull his eyes away...

“...but I showed him! I showed him plenty!”...

...”After I butt-fucked those big glutes of his to mush…”

...”You had to be there!!, it was like bouncin’ on a fuckin’ trampoline!!!”...

...”Anyway, just before your “master” passed out from the pain, I laid down the Law! Told him the New Champ was gonna take over his kingdom! Told the REAL King of Size was gonna hunt down his best suck-slaves, rape ‘em senseless, and his new Meat-Master was gonna finish him off when I got back!!!”...

...”Give him a chance to rest up!”

Samson tried to be brave, but he also tried to look behind the Barbarian for some hope of rescue. The approaching wall of muscle blocked his view.

Conan read the Kid’s mind.

...”He won’t be recovering anytime soon…”

The Barbarian flexed a mammoth arm inches from Samson’s face.

“LICK IT!!”, he commanded.

Veins like snakes crawled up the craggy boulder. Samson could see his face reflected in the sweaty, taut skin. It was bigger than his head.

“I-I only take orders from the M-Master!!... Samson began to stammer, backing away...

The Barbarian moved closer...

“I’m the only Master you got!! I’m the only undefeated muscle-fucker left!!! Hercules couldn’t save himself, and he can't save you!... CUT THE CRAP!! My cock has better things to do!!! KNEEL DOWN BEFORE THE NEW KING!!!!”

He raised the other mammoth arm in the air and pumped both together.

Samson panicked, looking from one to the other...

...”I-IT’S NOT P-POSSIBLE!!!”...

Conan loved torturing this bulk-monkey! He lived for this stuff!! Samson tried to be brave. Conan knew better...

...”BEG FOR MERCY!!!”...

“N-N-NEVER!!!”

The cruelty in Conan’s eyes was no illusion...

“You’ll see it my way, eventually. Never is an awwwful long time. And besides”, he said, as the anaconda arms coiled slowly around Kid Samson’s ripe, firm, muscle-packed body, “I ain’t got no mercy”, as irresistable, colossal and growing pecs ground huge, rude nipples into Samson’s own...

…”JUST SIZE!!!”…

Before the boy passed out he heard the boasting Champion growl in his ear...

...”WHO’S BIGGEST?!!?...