Quick Note: Status Update Hoooo!

Just wanted to drop a short note saying that I'm still at work on the final part of The Defiant Prince.  It's coming along well and I've decided to devote a little more time to rendering while I write to work out some early problems before I go full-force with the imagery.

I'm gonna try and keep a deadline of before the end of the month, so keep a look out for it!  And then I'll begin work on my next project.

Superman v2

The superstud often mistaken for an avian and/or aircraft flies back to Barbaric Brawn with a refreshed model and a better-fitting cape!

I'd been wanting to update Superman for a long time now, but I never had the time to devote to it.  So, taking a break from my current project, I took a day to work on version 2 of my take on Superman.  There were a few complications with cape and body textures that I finally managed to overcome.  He isn't perfect yet, but he's a step closer to how I want him to be.

I'd love to do more Superman stories at some point in the future.  Keep on the lookout for this All-American stud's next erotic adventure!

Kadar

Kadar was a man who lived in Al Fatih for half of his life, having been born and raised in a neighboring kingdom across the vast desert.

Known as the Son of the Ifrit by those whose paths he crossed, Kadar was a man who knew what he wanted and fought hard to get it.  With his every triumph over other men of equal will, Kadar believed more and more that he was the greatest man never born a king.

Narcissism and fear finally drove the people of his birthplace to cast the Son of the Ifrit from their kingdom.  The titanic stud ventured to Al Fatih in hopes of starting a new life.  It was there that he learned that the true power of cunning lay in the virtue of patience.  He would do things differently than before.  He would build his might and make these new people see him for what he truly was: a king.

When the hunt for a new palace guard came from King Fatih himself, Kadar jumped at the chance to cement his accomplishments in his new homeland and take one step closer to building a kingdom of his own.  He would use this opportunity to get close to the great Asad Fatih and learn from him.  Perhaps he would even seduce the king into his bedchambers for a night of lovemaking and domination -- with Kadar on top, of course.

Kadar laughed at his competition.  None among him could possibly stand up to his raw power.  He somehow managed to keep his vanity in check.  Now would not be the time for worship of his muscles.

With his every triumph, the Son of the Ifrit displayed immense admirable quality to the king.  But there were two others who were potential threats to his imminent victory.  A 20-year-old whelp named Sahib and a fool named Amjad.

It was in the hothouse where Amjad would be eliminated, leaving only Sahib and himself as candidates for the position as guard.  With the trial ending in a tie and Kadar still in the lead, Sahib would have to win the next trial to even the score.  Kadar offered Sahib the chance to surrender as he swiped the sweat from his massive pecs, but the foolish youth said nothing and walked away.

That night while in bed, Kadar grabbed hold of his fat cock and pumped the shaft quickly as he thought of his inevitable victory over Sahib.  Before he accepted King Fatih's accolades, he would thrust his manhood into Sahib's upturned butt and breed into him a sense of humility and respect.  Spurting his balls' heavy load all over his chest and belly, Kadar sighed and drifted into a blissful slumber.

That next day, Kadar burned in shame as the nimble Sahib outraced him in the sprint.  He knew of the youth's nickname of Sahib the Swift, but he only considered that his win would be sweeter because of it!  They were tied in points of valor.

Angry and confused, Kadar stood quietly as King Fatih announced the tie-breaking event.  It was to be a contest of resolve.  First to shoot his seed would lose.

Kadar and Sahib stripped nude and down opposite the other, facing his enemy's groin.  At the king's command, both studs engulfed the other's cock and struggled to force his foe to orgasm!

Unaccustomed to the art of cocksucking, Kadar tried his best to fellate Sahib into defeat!  His tongue glided over the younger buck's erect shaft and unmercifully teased the slit with the wildly-flicking tip of his tongue.  But when he felt Sahib's meat pulsate in his mouth and knew that victory was soon at hand, he never expected what came next.

His opponent lifted his leg and dove his face between his sweaty butt cheeks, seeking out his hole!  The domineering stud cried out as Sahib voraciously ate at his hole, driving him crazy with heat!  The younger rival grabbed his foe's cock and masturbated him to climax!  The feeling was so intense, Kadar pulled his mouth from Sahib's manhood and howled as he came, shooting rope after rope of cum high into the air!

Defeated and devastated with a coating of Sahib's semen on his face, Kadar returned home as the people celebrated their native son's triumph.  The Son of the Ifrit swore vengeance upon the man who cheated him of his dreams of kinghood.  Taking what little possessions he could carry in his bag, Kadar, under the cover of darkness, left that very night and fled the kingdom.

None in the kingdom's town knew what became of the mysterious muscular man.  And though their memories of him began to fade as the moons came and went, the man known as Kadar was somewhere in the sands... waiting for his time to rise again.

Quick Note: Onward!

Hi, all.  I hope your weekend was great and your Halloween Week is even better.  Halloween Week is definitely a thing... okay, it's not.  At least not that I know of.

I just wanted to make a quick note of gratitude to those of you who bought the PDF adaptation of Muscle City Night Fight (and everyone who recently picked up Olympian Knockout!).

In the days after I got the PDF posted, I've been working on a set of poses for sale at my other (non-erotic) store.  I'll be using these new poses in future works for you guys, which will be a great help.

Also!  I'll be starting work on the third and final installment of The Defiant Prince just as soon as the pose set is done.  I have a good outline of the story already done already.  I'll keep you guys posted.

-Lucky Stallion

Muscle Hollow (Halloween 2013)

It's October and there's a chill in the air as we get closer to my favorite holiday of the year.  Last time, I didn't get around to making a very robust post for Halloween and I regretted it a bit, so this year I decided to take some time to think about a better story in advance.  I decided on a horror figure that many of you should be familiar with (with the title being a clue).

The super-detailed environment in this one took between 20 to 30 times longer to render each panel compared to my usual work, but I think it was well worth it for how it turned out.

Have a great Cocktober (or Orctober for some of you guys *grins*) and a very happy and spooky Halloween from Barbaric Brawn.

-Lucky Stallion

Rematch: Alexi vs Gorilla

Friday, August 12, 1988 -- 8:32 PM

The air was thick with anticipation at the Sydney International Wrestling Arena.  Adults from the world over came to Australia for that night's high stakes Main Event title fight: the rematch between Gorilla George and the USSR's Alexi Volkov for the title of World Heavyweight Champion and the total surrender of the loser's ass to the winner before a live audience.

It had been a year since Alexi and his American partner and lover, Ryan Dermot, wrestled Gorilla and Goliath, past and present tag team champions of Australia.  Alexi's humiliating defeat at the hands of the dirty-fighting duo stung his ego badly -- even more so the fact that his ass being plowed by Gorilla was still the highest-selling wrestling event on VHS tape.  The Soviet stud could still swear that his hole hadn't recovered from that brutal, butt-busting fuck.  Thankfully, he had Ryan and the other men in his federation to dominate in and out of the ring whenever his pride needed a quick bolster.

But Alexi knew that only a rematch would quench his thirst for justice.  He would bring that Aussie dog into the ring and humiliate him far worse than he himself had been!

Rematch: Status Update

Yo!  I wanted to let you guys know that I've just finished work on the Rematch story, its first ending, and the illustrations that go with it (35 panels).  All that I have left to do is to write the alternate ending and then render and touch up those panels.

I feel comfortable in predicting that the story will be posted sometime in the next few days!  Keep a look out for it!

Update: The alternate ending is all done!  It's too late tonight to do spell check, format + upload the images, and put it all together on the site, so I'll get it posted tomorrow after I get up.  The text is a little over 9,000 words and the illustrations came out to be 52 panels combined.  I think I overdid another one.  It was only supposed to be a short story!  *falls over, twitching*