Conan, ready for a few nights of pleasure in Shadizar, finds himself lost in a dark, mysterious cave. On the other side, he meets Thul'rog, the Ogre King, and must prepare himself quickly for the greatest fight of his life. The hulking ogre, whose low intellect caused him to misunderstand Conan, lunges at the barbarian, ready to battle the little human and teach him the many reasons he is the king of the ogres!
Only one male can win in this battle upon a strange and ominous stone arena, and the one who wins will find that his reward is the fulfillment of his greatest desires... in more ways than one.
Here's Battle for the Gods!
It was a normal, strangely-uneventful day for the barbarian as his journey led him to Shadizar, the wicked capital city of Zamora. Conan's coin purse was fat, and he was eager to spend his gold on drinks and women. The barbarian absentmindedly palmed at his semi-erect manhood through his loinclothing of beast pelt, envisioning all of the erotic pleasures he would experience once again in two days' time.
Conan eyed the dark cave as he walked the trail, his sword swinging with the momentum of his powerful legs' every movement. A life fraught with peril, Conan maintained a constant lookout for any sign of trouble.
Suddenly, a piercing scream sounded from the cave! The feminine screams quickly grew faint and disappeared entirely. "A woman!" Conan grunted, grabbing the hilt of his sword and drawing the deadly blade as he raced toward the dark, earthen opening. With a growl, the barbarian rushed inside.
Conan moved deeper and deeper inside the cavern, the light behind him fading to nothing. Keeping a firm grasp on his sword, the loincloth-clad warrior realized that it could be his only savior against whatever foes lurked in the darkness. His boots scuffling against the cave's floor, his own ragged grunts, and his pounding heart were the only sounds he could make out.
Where had the woman been taken, he wondered. Was this a trick? No, it seemed too real to be a trap... Perhaps it was a wizard attempting some unnatural ceremony. By then, Conan had rescued far too many maidens from magic-users for him to discount the theory.
Soon, a small sparkle of light appeared in the far distance... Conan rushed toward the source of the light, sure that it would lead him to the maiden in distress!
"NGHAAAUU!!" the barbarian cried as he ran into a protruding stalagmite, falling upon the hard floor and dropping his sword. "No!" he groaned as the weapon slid across the cave's length and out of his grasp. Conan struggled to adjust to the light just in time to see his sword become lost to the earth forever. The blade made no sound as it plunged into a massive bottomless pit mere steps away from where he had landed.
Conan grunted as he stood once again and felt around for a way to the light. "Ah!" the warrior grunted with relief, discovering a bridge of rope and wood leading across the pit. Conan bravely set foot upon the rickety boards, holding his breath as he slowly, carefully traversed its length...
As if he were cursed with bad luck that day, the knot that held Conan's coin purse to his loincloth loosened and fell to hang upside down, feeding every piece of gold to the earth's hungry maw. The barbarian muttered expletives under his breath, yet remained otherwise composed. His life was worth far more than a small bag of gold.
Finally, he stepped off the bridge. With his loincloth still thankfully intact, the Cimmerian savage stepped toward the light and out of the cave...
It was then that he noticed him. There, standing at the edge of the arena was a towering mass of rugged, olive-skinned muscle. The giant brute seemed to be waiting for something. The creature was wearing a crown of protruding spikes on his head and two brass bands around his wrists. Around his waist was a dirty loincloth somehow managing to hang upon the tops of his muscular glutes and hips.
The wind blowing gently in his direction, Conan sniffed the air, catching the scent of the brute. "Ogre..." he grunted lowly, clenching his fists. He'd battled many ogres throughout his life, destroying them all and freeing the slaves they'd taken. But this ogre was like none he'd ever encountered before. This one was far bigger and more muscular than any of the others.
Conan glanced once again at his surroundings. Other than the cave that brought him here, there was no escape. Conan, scowling at the beast, strode carefully down the stone steps toward the ogre. The barbarian's nipples hardened with the chill that hung ominously in the air. Whether by magic or by nature, this place was unsettling.
The massive ogre glided his wet tongue across his teeth and tusks. He squeezed the studded leather handle of his spiked club and turned to face his opponent. The powerful, massively-muscular ogre spread his arms wide and grinned at the smaller human. He bounced his olive-colored pectorals in an effort to intimidate the black-haired barbarian.
But Conan wasn't impressed. He snarled up at the brute and, as if by survival instinct, brought his own arms up in a double bicep pose, his own broad chest coming to life with a rapid flex.
"The king of the ogres," Conan repeated silently. That explained his massive size and the quality of the ogre's attire -- no regular ogre in his experience wore such fancy things, filthy as they were. But he believed the ogre's tale. His recounting of the cave behind them was strangely similar to his own. This couldn't be mere coincidence. Perhaps he could forge a temporary truce with the beastly male in order to figure out a way out of this place...
"I am Conan of Cimmeria, ogre. There was no female in that cave when I journeyed through--"
"Human come to claim female?!" Thul'rog interrupted angrily, mistaking Conan's words and brandishing his massive spiked club. Conan took a cautious step back from the weapon. Without his sword, that club could cause him serious damage. "THUL'ROG CRUSH BARBARIAN!!" he then roared, taking a swing of the club and narrowly missing his opponent!
Thul'rog swung his spiked club once again, missing Conan as he leapt back. The hulking mass on this brute fooled Conan to his true speed. This one was nimbler than most of the ogres he'd faced in the past. Conan suddenly understood how Thul'rog came to be king among his kind.
The fear of his own demise pushing him, Conan grabbed the club from the ogre and threw the mighty weapon far away from their battleground. The spiked club tumbled over the stone edge of the wrestling arena and into the ocean below.
The big stud snarled at Conan, his red eyes burning with rage. He never expected the little human to be capable of such an attack. Why hadn't Conan knelt before him and begged for mercy like all of the other men he'd encountered on his rise to kinghood? There wasn't something different about this one -- something infuriating. He would enjoy mauling this Conan of Cimmeria!!
Thul'rog grabbed a firm handful of Conan's loincloth and divesting the skimpy fur from the human's hips. With a mighty roar of dominance, the royal brute stretched the dirty cloth between his fists, tearing it in two! Thul'rog flung his arms wide, allowing the two pieces of fabric to be taken away by the winds, never to be seen again.
"Barbarian make Thul'rog angry!" he growled, grabbing Conan by his booted ankle and lifting his powerful, muscular body with little more than a grunt. "Ogre King punish puny human!" he promised, tossing the naked warrior into the stone steps once used by spectators.
"Augh!" the Cimmerian cried, thunderjolts of pain shooting from his lower back to his shoulders. He could feel the booming thuds of Thul'rog's stomps toward him and hear the ragged grunts that escaped the bigger stud's grinning mouth. He had to act quickly or be flattened.
The barbarian leapt toward the Ogre King, knocking him to the ground. His shaking hands made their way straight for the brute's thick, meaty throat and squeezed hard! "GRUH!!" Thul'rog growled, grabbing a hold of Conan's long, ebony locks and yanking them hard to the side. The human screamed out but didn't let go of his foe's neck!
THUD! THUD! THUD!
The Ogre King's fist crashed into his smaller opponent's side until, finally, Conan could hold on no longer and let Thul'rog's throat go! Maintaining his firm grip on Conan's hair, Thul'rog growled and moved the barbarian into position...
Conan groaned as he knelt helplessly on the old weathered stone of the wrestling arena. He barely registered it when the towering ogre slammed his knee against his head!
By his hair alone, Thul'rog held Conan high off the ground and laughed slowly at the sight of the weary human. "Conan weak," he declared with an amused snort. Angered by the smaller male's lack of much sport, Thul'rog's amusement turned to contempt. With a casual toss, the ogre threw the pale man behind him.
"By Crom..." Conan moaned, the pains of battle shooting across every inch of his powerful, muscular frame. He'd been overconfident, he understood, stealing a glance at the ogre who now stood at the edge of the arena. He would have to bring this giant down somehow... Confident that the brute's neck was his weak point, he mustered the courage to get up and fight again.
"GRAAAWWWGHH!!" Thul'rog roared, swinging his body wildly in an effort to dislodge the nude barbarian. But nothing he did worked to undo his predicament! He could feel Conan's hot breath against the skin of his ear, the grunts coming from the Cimmerian human masculine and savage.
Then, the ogre did something that confused Conan. Thul'rog grabbed hold of Conan's booted ankles and held them steady. Conan could make out the evil smirk that had seized the ogre's ugly face before the two went flying into the air! The barbarian bellowed in fear as they came crashing back down to the ground, Conan trapped under the hundreds of pounds of muscle that made up the brutish king!
The impact of the blow echoed across the area. A low grumble of satisfaction came from Thul'rog's throat as he slowly rolled off of the barbarian. Conan's arms and legs were spread wide, moving only to test their usefulness. Miraculously, nothing had been broken, and the only injury he sustained was shooting pain across his entire body. His vision was somewhat blurry as he stared up at the clouds, seemingly suspended in time.
His mind immediately returned to the mysterious dark cave and why he had been brought here. That cry for help he'd heard... the moans the ogre said he discovered... Were they real? It must have been a trap... But by whom? For a blissful moment, his mind was distracted, taking his thoughts away from the searing pains in his back. But before long, a familiar hulking object entered his peripheral vision.
Thul'rog gave the barbarian only a moment to recover as he slid his tattered, dirty loincloth from his hips, making himself nude like his opponent. The ogre brought his hand down to those dangling genitals and gave them a rough stroke, a happy chuckle spouting from his smirking mouth.
Figuring that he'd given his foe all the time in the world to rest, Thul'rog then leapt into the air and brought his massive, tree-trunk thigh down upon Conan's chest and abs. The human roared in pain as his sculpted torso was flattened by the ogre's overwhelming weight.
It was then of little matter for the Ogre King to bend down and lift Conan once again by his proud, ebony locks. The smaller male could only groan whatever defiance the warrior within him still maintained as he was lifted up and brought against the ogre's powerful chest. He could feel the heart of this magnificent brute beat steadily, powerfully as his chest was pressed tightly to those gargantuan pectorals.
"No... Crom... no..." Conan moaned huskily as he felt the warm embrace of Thul'rog's titanic arms as they slowly wrapped around his aching back, clamping down around his torso. All too quickly, however, the ogre's hug turned crushing and attempted to squeeze the life from the Cimmerian!
"THUL'ROG DESTROY LITTLE HUMAN!!" the brute roared his promise, adding a new layer of pressure to his bearhug. Conan screamed out to the sky, greatly delighting his attacker. He summoned what little strength he had left to kick and punch at the towering ogre, but all he could muster angered Thul'rog into packing on even more pressure.
Minutes passed like hours for the barbarian trapped in the devastating bearhug. He looked into the grinning face of the ogre; Conan's own expression turned to one of agony as he was squeezed, unmercifully yet again. Thul'rog snorted warm breath upon Conan and relaxed his arms, allowing the human's beefy body to slip from his grasp and fall to the ground.
The Cimmerian collapsed on his back, breathing deeply. He couldn't comprehend his defeat in this strange place. And although there were no witnesses to his humiliation, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched -- that he'd been watched the entire time.
Conan's view of the sky soon became obstructed by the long, fat, throbbing cock of the bigger male. That massive ogrehood leaked generously upon his hard chest and down to his abs, coating every inch in Thul'rog's natural lubricants.
The Ogre King was aroused by the sight of the naked human on his back, defeated and utterly at his mercy. And although the holes of females to breed were preferred by the hulking brute, his cock had risen to full erection in a sign of his power over the barbarian.
"Conan kneel before Thul'rog!" the big stud grunted, grabbing the barbarian by his arm and lifting him off the ground, only to drop him again. Conan's shins folded under his beefy legs as he sat before his new master. With that long ogrehood jutting out toward him, the muscular brute seemed even more menacing than before.
"BARBARIAN SUCK!!" its owner demanded, pushing his cock against Conan's face, insistently poking his mouth several times with the tip. Conan, a hesitant look upon his rugged face, parted his lips and began to lick at the ogre's fat, leaking cockhead. He tasted the salty, slightly sweet taste of the male who bested him. Thul'rog, pleased by this humble act of submission, decided to allow the human the honor of servicing his mighty breeding sword. A long, low grunt of pleasure rumbled from his throat as he watched the puny little human take greater licks at his cock.
Although Thul'rog was the king of the ogres, that didn't make him any less patient with his slaves. He shoved the head of his meat past Conan's expression of surprise, shooting a round of sweet precum down the barbarian's throat. Conan drank from the shaft as it leaked generous amounts of ogre pre, and he began to offer his tongue and lips to the first few inches as they thrust into his mouth.
As one of the few men that Conan had serviced orally in his life, none could hope to compare with the mammoth size of this male. Nor could any of them compete with his raw muscle and the power that he wielded with them. Conan found himself growing aroused by this burly king. His cock stiffened quickly to full size, and he brought his hands to the Ogre King's thighs, worshiping at the muscles that, not even an hour ago, had crushed his body with their weight.
"Hmmf," was all that Conan said in response as he bobbed his head up and down the only bit of the ogre's cock that he could handle. The brute's ogrehood was so fat, he felt as though his jaw would soon burst. In a slight delirium, his mind wandered back to the time when he'd fought the anaconda deep in the jungle temple's pit. The serpent could open his mouth far wider than Conan could. Lucky creature, the barbarian thought jealously to himself.
Thul'rog was pleased with himself. He brought his arms up in a double bicep pose and grunted as the human licked him. These arms caused that to happen, he realized in a moment of simple self-appreciation. His power brought him great pleasure, but the best was yet to come. With a flex of his glutes, the victor stood once again. He gave a sharp growl at Conan, wordlessly making his desires known.
Understanding what his master wanted, the Cimmerian turned around and raised his muscular cheeks to the sky, presenting the ogre with his near-virgin hole. Unaccustomed to the human foreplay of breaking in one like Conan, the ogre squatted down, mashed his wet cockhead to the defeated stud's hole and pushed himself inside!
Every inch of that ogrehood rubbed firmly against Conan's prostate, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout his muscular body. Slowly but surely, that rough-skinned member entered him, causing his legs to flex and relax again and again until Thul'rog had completely speared his enemy with his ogrehood.
A change soon came over Conan. The Cimmerian relaxed his fists and scratched gently at the stone floor with his fingertips as his body began to feel fully the pleasures of the Ogre King's cock. Low, masculine sighs of bliss shot from his parted lips with every thrust of Thul'rog's powerful ogrehood inside him. Slippery sounds of flesh came from his thoroughly-wet hole, the ogre's precum overflowing from the edges of his widely-stretched ring.
"Conan make Thul'rog feel good!" he declared gleefully as he pounded the human's backside harder and faster. Still, Conan said nothing to comment on the humiliating outcome of the fight. Aroused beyond comprehension by then, Conan's dreams of having sex with the beautiful women of Shadizar seemed to fade to nothing as he became one with this incredible male. "Holes of men have place in world," Thul'rog grunted his revelation through a slow chuckle as he bred Conan full of ogre cock.
Conan could soon hold back his cries no longer. He screamed his pleasure and pain to the skies as Thul'rog slammed into him. The barbarian's every cry of lust fueled the bigger brute's advances. His balls, heavy with potent seed, slapped Conan's repeatedly, adding a new instrument to their symphony of ogre-on-man sex.
"Conan like ogre cock?" the king grunted with pride for his power of persuasion over the defiant human. "Conan hole make good home for ogre cock!"
Conan only moaned in response. With his aching legs, he began to push back against his opponent-turned-lover, pressing his muscular ass against Thul'rog's groin and accepting every centimeter of cock inside him.
It was only when Thul'rog could sense that his dominance over Conan was absolute and complete did he orgasm, shooting his thick, goopy seed deep inside the human's hole. Conan moaned sharply and came with his master, spurting his wasted semen between their bodies. On and on they came, their male essences spurting from their excited cocks. Man and ogre moaned in unison, their bodies flush with heat and testosterone. Deep in their cores, both males had enjoyed the struggle and despite his loss and humiliation, Conan felt immense pride in the strength of his hated enemy. With a sigh of satisfaction that only a king of his great power would understand, Thul'rog pulled himself from Conan's sopping-wet hole and dropped him onto the floor.
Three gods of muscle had shown themselves to two of the strongest creatures in the lands. Their heads radiated light, obscuring their faces from the two mortals.
"YOU HAVE DEFEATED YOUR OPPONENT AND EARNED OUR DIVINE FAVOR. WE HAVE GREATLY ENJOYED THE FIGHT AND THE SEXUAL SUBMISSION OF THE ONE NAMED CONAN. SEND HIM TO US AND WE WILL GRANT YOU YOUR GREATEST DESIRES."
Thul'rog knelt to strip Conan of his wristbands, necklace, and boots. He would enjoy these treasures and the memories they brought as he added them to his pile of conquered heroes' loot. The ogre grabbed Conan's face and moved the barbarian's head to look at his master one more time. He grabbed Conan by his neck and ass and lifted him high overhead. The kingly stud grinned greedily as he walked toward the edge of the stone arena and threw the bellowing barbarian over and into the raging waters below!
"Thul'rog want big power!" the ogre king then shouted to the shining gods in the sky. "Me want live always! Big, big muscle! Big, big cock! Many holes to breed!!"
"SO IT SHALL BE," the god in the middle spoke, raising his hand to the Ogre King. In an instant, Thul'rog grew even bigger. His muscles and cock swelled, absorbing the power of the man he'd defeated and fucked. Thul'rog, the Ogre King, became the undisputed, most powerful creature in the world. He raised his fists high and flexed his incredible body, looking very much like a god himself.
Thul'rog was returned to his tribe, where the other ogres immediately fell upon their knees in reverence. The royal ogre would always remain king of his kind, always expanding the ogre empire. He would go on to conquer those who chose to foolishly disobey his will. It was good to be king!
Conan awakened in a place very, very far from his homeland. The barbarian found himself surrounded by the three gods -- who he would later discover had sent him and Thul'rog into the dark cave in the beginning. The gods' cocks were hard and eager to plow the defeated human for a good long time...
The barbarian would someday be returned to Cimmeria, but not before he'd learned submission to three more males and their desires to dominate the one known as Conan the Barbarian.