Hercules was in a trance,now. He would focus his attention on HIMSELF, the object of his own worship! The mirrors relected an ICON, an IDOL!! No one, not even Conan, could withstand the POWER of this primal FORCE!! Trapped between the bulging thighs of the Muscle-God, the hot, throbbing, monster COCK in possession of his throat and torso, Conan could only gaze up in awestruck wonder... The Size-King began his display. There was no equipment, no challenge! that could test his muscle now. Meat against meat, muscle-on-muscle, SIZE vs. SIZE!! His own body was the only competition that could pump him further, now! Hercules would flex the thick, blue veins of his cock, forcing Conan’s throat and ribs further open, just because he could. Now he would gaze, enthrilled, at his own biceps, swollen beyond the dreams of a God! Bringing the meat-feast to his own mouth, he would suck and pump his pride, knowing that his own hot, wet mouth worshipped what no suck-slave could bear! He would wrap the other boulder-muscle around his own face, watching as the two bulk-rocks massaged his own face, dwarfing his head in comparison! Conan could only stare up, wide-eyed, jealous; but knowing that the same workout would smash him to smithereens!! Loving the mirror, Hercules would stretch both huge arms under his gargantuan right pectoral and, gripping his wrists, heave the massive meat-muscle up to his hungry tongue, savoring the sweat that clung to his upper pec ridges! He would peer down at his vanquished foe, as he lustily worshipped his own humongous left! Now, he would wrap both meat-mountains in a muscle embrace and somehow! groaning!! lift BOTH up and bury his face in the colossal thickness that seperated them!!! Conan would marvel at the nightmare self-suck! Looking up, he would see the gleaming manscape of meat towering over him! The gleaming giant polished with his own tongue!! A crown of stars and galaxies hovered over the King of Size!!! The storm of fireworks erupting behind the God of Muscle’s divine head was the Barbarian’s own CUM! ERUPTING! over and over, the awesome Miracle of the God! Hercules was now pumping man-gravy into the Barbarian’s gut faster than the Wildman’s cock and balls could shoot it out! Streams flowed out of his choking mouth, onto his bull-neck and mammoth deltoids. Hercules would now extend his titanic arms! Throbbing, pulsing blue veins crackled across the surface like lightning!! He would FLEX! and the collision of forearm and bicep would make a noise like THUNDER!! Muscle-mountains would rise up against each other!! Tectonic plates of MEAT would grind!!! BEEF-PLANETS would collide!!! A universal battle of breaking-down and building-up! MASS-DESTRUCTION and MASSIVE GROWTH!! CREATION! and DEMOLITION! was REVEALED! in the unveiled image of the Dominator! the Punisher!! ...the MUSCLE-GOD!!!!! Hercules could look down now, at the owner of the hot, wet suck-hole that had pushed him past ecstasy! It was in the Barbarian’s eyes... his mind had been blown! Hercules the Conqueror slowly withdrew the sex-serpent from his prisoner’s mouth and throat and torso. Conan was empty, now. And unless he crawled after his Meat-Master, begging to be allowed to worship, he would never be full again. It would be over, now. Both men knew it. The only thing left was the WORDS! Hercules would jerk back Conan’s head by the hair... “NOW, slave...” ...”Who's Biggest?”... at the end of consciousness, Conan would reply...

...”Mighty Hercules... God of Muscle!.. King of Size”...

And Hercules would slap him across the face with his ever-hard dick!... “LOUDER!!”... “WHO’S BIGGEST!????!!!??!!!”…

...”MIGHTY HERCULES!.. GOD of MUSCLE!!... KING of SIZE!!!!”...

And Hercules would come in the Barbarian’s face one last time!...