I Break You Now? (Holidays 2013)

Conan vs Ogre King

This is a short tale (and a bit darker than my usual stuff, be warned!) I made for this bit of practice I had earlier tonight!

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Conan the Cimmerian stood atop the high cliff surrounded by the treacherous sea, facing off against the mighty Ogre King.  The beastly male raised his powerful, titanic arms in a display of raw masculinity.  The ogre was so mighty, even the barbarian felt a rare twinge of fear staring into the brute's ugly face.

Conan grabbed for his sword, ready to do battle with the Ogre King.  But with one swipe, the dark olive male knocked the trusty blade clean from the distracted barbarian's hand, sending it soaring over the edge of the cliff.  The sword clattered down the side and into the churning ocean, never to be seen again.

Male battled male for the pleasure of the gods, but only one would emerge victorious in this dangerous encounter.  Slowly but surely, the Ogre King landed more blows, and gained an advantage over the human -- an advantage that would hold until the very end.  Conan could maintain his offense no longer and was forced into defense.  A rumble of ogre pride sounded from the king's massive chest as the tide of battle turned his way.  His fists slammed into the barbarian's muscular body again and again, beating down his muscle and wearing away his ability to fight back.

Finally, with one last bone-shattering uppercut, Conan the barbarian was vanquished.  The human let out a mighty cry of defeat as he flew into the air and his body fell upon the hard, rocky clifftop.  The Ogre King uttered a low grumble of satisfaction.  Yet another man had fallen before his might.

Reaching down, the ogre made nude the barbarian, tearing away his loincloth, boots, necklace, and armbands.  These would suffice as his spoils of battle and would remain as treasures in his lair for all time.

The Ogre King snorted at the sight of the naked human.  Though he preferred the holes of females to breed, he would grant this human one last humiliation before he sent him to the gods.  The powerful ogre thrust himself deeply into Conan's tight ass, taking the man's backside as the harsh laws of muscle and might allowed him.  The victorious stud held the barbarian's body still as he plowed him quickly, savoring every moment.  Soon after, the olive-skinned male climaxed, spurting several rounds of goopy ogre cum into the human.

The barbarian lay still as his dominator lifted his totally nude body high into the air.  The king of the ogres roared his victory over the once-fearsome barbarian!  With one mighty effort, the ogre threw his conquered foe over the cliff and down into the raging waters below.

The gods, having greatly enjoyed the exciting battle provided unto them, blessed the Ogre King with the strength of Conan, giving the brute a boost to his own and elevating him to the undisputed, most powerful creature alive.

The Ogre King thrust his pecs toward the sky and grunted, feeling a new surge of strength flow into his burly muscles.  It was survival of the fittest and, yet again, the dominant stud overcame.  He was king.

The Mean Streets of Metro City

Tony

Tony is a thug who lives in one of the seedier parts of Metro City.  Skilled in the art of lock picking, Tony is quick to take what he needs and eager to take what he wants.  Officers who encounter the leather-clad thug often meet a humiliating, erotic fate.

Many of them, blubbering and rosy-cheeked, are stripped of everything but their shoes and hats and hung by their jockstraps, inviting the other thugs of the mean streets to slap their bubble butts as much as they want.

But for a few of those officers of the law, their encounters with Tony aren't a one time thing.  Dressed as inconspicuously as possible, they go out into the dark alleys, hoping to find the mohawk-headed stud dressed in black leather.  Regular sex isn't enough for those poor cops anymore.  After Tony gets them on their knees, they just can't get hard anymore unless they're begging him for permission.

Blondzan

Swinging through the trees with the greatest of ease: it's Blondzan, Blondzan! ♪ ♫

I spent a little time updating my Tarzan model (with more updates to come later) and had the idea to give him a platinum dye job just to see what he'd look like.  He's like a whole new jungle king.  Well, sorta.

I have an idea of what I'd like to do next.  Something short and fun and probably a bit challenging.  I'll see how it goes.

Until then, eat plenty of bananas and watch out for monkeys grabbing at your loincloth!

The Defiant Prince: Part 3 of 3

(Click here to go back to Part 2.)

Hassan Fatih, prince of the kingdom of Al Fatih, left his home having rescinded his princedom to protect Lusala and Sahib, his personal bodyguards, from exile.  The gods blessed the young prince that day as he journeyed into the vast, unending desert; the skies above were smattered with clouds that helped protect him from the sun's harsh rays as he made his way southward.

"Africa," Hassan spoke to Zubair, the solid white stallion that was faithfully carrying him into the arid wilderness.  "That'll be our new home, boy.  Lusala told me all about how everything is green and there are all kinds of beasts like the ones Father's seen!"

Hassan suddenly felt a lump in his throat as he thought of his last moments with his father, Asad Fatih.  Their final words had been born out of years of anger, resentment, and sorrow.  But he couldn't go back to mend those wounds this time.  He refused to even consider the possibility that his father had changed his views and would welcome him back home.  He pushed those thoughts from his head and urged Zubair onward.  That part of his life was over and now he would live his life free from the chains of princedom.

Though the clouds brought him protection, the prince began to feel the effects of a lack of water.  In his haste to leave the kingdom, he neglected to bring provisions in the hope that his quest would be over quickly.  The heat of the day quickly sapped his already tired body.  He leaned on Zubair and draped his arms across the stallion's thick neck.  As though knowing what was happening to his master, the horse sped onward, his eyes looking around for any sign of life among the dry sands.

Hassan drifted in and out of consciousness.  He hid his face in Zubair's white mane as his mouth and lips began to dry out.  Before he finally passed out, the last thought that flowed into his mind were of Lusala and Sahib and if he would ever see them again.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Happy Thanksgiving to everyone.  It's the fourth Thursday of November here in the States, so that day of food and togetherness has finally come around once again.

I wanted to say that I'm thankful for my health and the continual happiness that I get from you guys here.  As I'm working to get the Hassan story finished, polished, and posted before the end of the month, I didn't prepare an image for this holiday.  But I do have one that I made as a test back in April of this year.

I had updated Batman's and Joker's textures and tried them out with my new lighting to see how they looked.  It isn't meant to be a sign that I'm doing/redoing The New Gotham Champion.  It's just something I thought you guys might enjoy!

Have a great Thanksgiving and keep warm,
-Lucky Stallion