...If he had TOUCHED the boy!... The ground shook beneath Hercules’ feet! IF HE HAD TOUCHED THE BOY!! Trees were toppled, boulders smashed! A deep bellow, like a giant stag in rutt, issued from the god-man’s throat. He sensed the way back to the camp of the suck-slaves. Luckily! For he was blinded by a vision of his revenge upon the upstart, show-off, RECKLESS barbarian, Conan!... He would hunt him down and with his awesomely swollen body GRIND the wildman’s muscle-meat into hamburger!... He would toss the brutalized body over his shoulder and drag him, bawling like a bull to slaughter, into the arena that was the Temple of Size!... A crowd would follow, muscle-hungry stud-warriors, from his empire and the wilds, aroused by the commotion, eager to witness this ultimate confrontation!! The packed stands would shudder, wave after wave of orgasms, panicked and rocked by the size-display and bulk-brutality before them! Cum would stream into the air, drenching the fans, the Competitors and sands of the arena! The spent, awestruck crowd would stagger from the colosseum, only to be stampeded by new, eager hordes! This was as Hercules wished; ALL would behold Conan's defeat, his Punishment! His HUMILIATION!! Hercules would SLAM! Conan face-first into the sperm-soaked ground of the arena! He would BORE his gargantuan muscle-cock deep into the Barbarian King’s once-proud buttocks!! Lifting his foe’s huge thighs, he would pound him forward, making a deep furrow the full length of the field!! Then he would twist him slowly over onto his back, still impaled on the gigantic god-meat and SMASH!! his pectoral mass onto the chest of his enemy, letting him groan under its awesome weight!!! Now he would RAM! him yard-by-yard, watching the clay curl over the deltoids of his half-buried victim!! Now onto his face again, now his back, until the entire plowed floor was a testament to the superiority of the Muscle-God!!! Hercules would yank Conan up now, by the hair and flex a freakazoid bicep in front of him before SMASH!ing it into his face! He pulled him off the ground and POUND!ed him back down again with the other bulging bi! The King of Size laughed as he CRASH!ed a giant tricep onto the head of the Barbarian and watched him stagger about until the left BLAST!ed the Cimmerian to his knees! Now he would pin his Challenger to the arena wall with one hand, while he pumped his mighty right arm, letting his enemy guess its awful power as he watched it grow. The silent crowd creamed its approval. Then WHAM!! A monstrous fist drove deep into Conan’s ab-armor and stayed there, while Hercules prepped his awesome left...WHAM!! Right! WHAM!!! Left!!... Each blow exceeded the last as Hercules savaged the Wildman’s torso!! ...6 ...7 ...20! ...30!!... The fans began to pick up the chant!!!...”…98! ...99!! ....ONE HUNDRED!!!” Hercules halted, only because the beating had begun to open great fissures in the huge granite blocks behind Conan’s giant body, now slumped over the King’s great fist. He would pick up his opponent by the face now, in one meaty hand and work up his lethal arm until the crowd shouted for mercy! Then with one THUNDER!ous body-blow he would launch Conan high into the air, only to watch him CRASH!!! flat onto his back in the dead-center of the arena! Now he would pursue him, the ground shaking beneath his feet as he leaps high above the helpless fallen! In mid-air the Size-King joins his hands behind his back, jutting out his impossible, monster pectoral mass and KA-BLAMMM!!! bulk-bombs Conan’s chest-meat!! The brutal pounding continues, over and over, from every angle, as if the Muscle-God sought to jolt the very planet from its orbit and the Barbarian’s body was the only thing in his way! The earth groans! The ground quakes!! as the titanic battle destroys the land about!! The fans begin to flee in terror! as the arena begins to crumble around them! Those few brave enough to look back would see Hercules seize the ankles of his prisoner and swinging him high over his head, send his battered body CRASH!ing down, again and again, like a giant club, flattening the ground at the bottom of the now yawning pit. Hercules would now order a few loyal slaves to wheel down great mirrors on huge wagons, so that the muscle-warriors could view themselves from every angle. Then he would send them all away, even Kid Samson. The horror of what would come next would haunt him forever, if the Kid should see it. The two Kings would settle this alone. As Kid Samson and the suck-slaves left the ruined arena in the distance, they would hear a steady, earth-shaking pounding... THOOM!...THOOM!...THOOM!... King Hercules would pile-drive King Conan into the muck of the arena, feet-first, up to his balls... in the deepest pit of Muscle Hell!