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Hercules struck first, sending his fist crashing into Ares' hard, square jaw!  The war god grunted at the sudden impact and stumbled back a bit.

"You will not insult the humans in my presence, Ares!" Hercules grunted and sent another punch into Ares' gut.

Ares loathed how much Hercules seemed to care for those insignificant creatures.  Men were no better than beasts of burden to the god.  They were made for his amusement and to worship him.  Hercules' every feat of heroism actively prevented those things, but now he'd finally put an end to his brother's obstruction!

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Both powerful studs stood naked in the middle of the wrestling ring, chests and abdominals pressed tightly together.  Their hard, jutting nipples rubbed and mashed together with their every heaving breath.

Hercules and Ares growled at each other for a while, each sizing up his brother carefully.  It'd been a long time since they'd stood so closely.  Neither knew how much the other's skills had grown since then.

This time, however, all would be settled.  One man would become dominant over the other.  This wrestling match would finally put an end to their quarrels for good.

"You ready to take on your big bro, Hercules?!" the god of war snidely asked, pushing his big chest against Hercules'.  "I'm sick of you fucking with my plans for the Earth!"

Hercules growled angrily as Ares continued to press against him.

"Those pathetic humans are mine to command!"

DING DING DING the magic bell suddenly rang, signalling the start of the match!

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Built in the sky, far out of the reach of mortal men, is the pro wrestling ring created by Hermes, the inventor of wrestling.  The idea came to him one day when he was speaking with Chronos, the god of time, about the sport.  Chronos told Hermes that far in the future, men would someday wrestle within a 'squared circle' with four protruding corners and 12 rigid coils keeping them inside.  These men, he said, would try to make the other submit or hold them down for a count of three.  He also told Hermes of a bell that would ding before and after each match.

Fascinated by the idea, the messenger god set out to work.  He built a replica of the ring Chronos described, but made entirely of stone with sheepskin stretched over the canvas.  To better protect his wrestlers, he padded the mat with a thick layer of golden wool.  His last touch was to implement an automatic drum to count a pinfall and a magical bell which would detect when a match began and ended and sounded on its own.

Hermes stood back and admired his handy work.  He chuckled and tried to imagine the many ways in which future men would do battle in such a strange contraption.  He named this game: Olympian Muscle Wrestling.

Over the months since its completion, the wrestling ring had seen many uses by the gods.  Many of them chose to personally settle their differences within the device, while others chose to pluck humans (and sometimes monsters) from the world below and make them fight instead.

Now, Hercules and Ares, half-brother sons of Zeus, will step into Hermes' pro wrestling ring and finally put to rest all of the animosity and strife each have caused the other over the decades.

The latest match of Olympian Muscle Wrestling begins!

What I've Been Up To

Hey guys.  I hope your week has been awesome.  I've been using my spare time to work on some pro wrestling poses -- most of these should look familiar to you, I've been using them for a while now.  I've been hoping to put them on the market to help supplement some income and get new 3D things for you guys to enjoy.

I thought I'd share some of the promo pictures I've made with them.  They're pretty simple, but they're meant to highlight the poses and nothing else.  I'm hoping they'll be approved and begin selling soon.

I've also been waiting for the new version of the studio I use to come out.  It contains fixes and enhancements that will help me a lot when I make these series.  I have no idea when that will be, though...  Hopefully it won't be too long.  If it doesn't seem like it'll come within the next two weeks, I'll go ahead and begin work on my next project.

Take it easy, all,
-BiffandGunloc

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Utterly drained of strength and coated with his master's fluids, Conan lay limp in Zug's arms as he carried his tired body over to the cage that stood near the battlefield's entrance.  The orc dumped him inside and sealed the lid shut.

As Zug journeyed back to Grohmah, the capital city of the orcs, Conan fell into a deep sleep.  His dreams were filled with the images of all those he'd defeated in his days as an adventurer.  Only this time, they got their revenge.  In the dream world, he relived each of those battles in an alternate reality where his enemies had triumphed.

Each fucked their seed into him, just as he had done to them.  In the real world, his cock hardened and spurt healthy loads of cum as tribute to his former enemies.

A few hours later, a small army of orcs led by Zug came back to the Ashen Pass to haul Conan (along with a few other humans who they encountered and vanquished on the way) back to Grohmah to begin his life of servitude.  It was there that he would meet Lortho, Vulg, and the former human king Ranzen.  Those three men helped Conan to adjust to a life under orc rule.  But having seniority and the mightiest muscle among the other human slaves, they also took advantage of Conan and plowed his holes for many, many months to come.

And so, the glorious adventures of Conan the barbarian ended.  The Cimmerian's story would continue to be told, yes, but only among the orcs who would tell future generations of the barbarian's fall and of the many ways in which he served his greenskinned masters.

The End

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This panel contains depictions of watersports (the out-of-the-cock, golden variety), so if that kind of thing bothers you, skip this post.

Zug stripped Conan of his boots, necklace, and headband and tossed them into the lava.  The fallen warrior's clothing burned to a crisp and vanished from the world, along with it his freedom and pride as a man.

The orc's rugged foot kicked him in his side, forcing Conan onto his back.  Zug grinned and assumed a relaxed stance over his slave.

Conan suddenly felt a warm rush of liquid splash upon his hard body.  It took him a few moments to realize it: the orc was emptying his bladder onto him!  Zug's piss washed away the cum that was smeared on Conan's belly and replaced it with his scent.

The barbarian felt a twinge of disgust at being marked by the green brute, but as Zug's slave, he was obligated to accept anything his master wished.  Conan lay still and obediently allowed the victorious orc to coat him in his urine.

Zug uttered a long, low moan of satisfaction.  He stared his slave in the eye and dared him to object.  What looked back at him was a man who's submission was complete and final.  Conan was his.

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Conan shuddered in heat as Zug began a steady plowing of his soft, willing hole.  The orc's cock pumped a hearty supply of precum laced with his sap of arousal to keep the human pliant and hungry for more.

Zug's chest swelled with pride -- he'd broken yet another man with his superior physical and sexual strength.  No matter how many times he accomplished the feat, it never felt tedious.  With each man that he conquered, his sense of greatness grew even higher.

Without pulling out, Zug turned Conan around and made him stand on his own.

"Fuck yerself upon my cock, slave!" Zug commanded with a growl, standing still and forcing Conan to do the rest of the work himself.  "I can feel yer hole suckin' me in!" he taunted.

Conan closed his eyes and grunted lowly.  He held onto the boulder and lewdly pushed back to meet his master's groin.  Zug flexed his muscular arms and gazed at his own incredible body as he enjoyed the tightness of the human.

"This creature..." Conan thought to himself, gyrating his hips and squeezing the meat inside his tunnels.  "He feels... good...  More...  I want more...!"

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Over the course of three hours, Zug screwed his slave roughly and without pause.  He dominated and degraded Conan the barbarian in numerous positions across the battlefield.  And every time he sensed Conan nearing climax, Zug would send his fist slamming into the human's back.  Only the victor of the battle would be allowed to cum first.

Conan lay at the edge of a scorching-hot lava pool.  Although Conan by then was already well-adjusted to the girth and length of the one he called master, Zug's cock continued to breed his hole mercilessly.

Just as the barbarian felt as though he might go mad with lust, he felt a sudden change in the orc's cock!  It began to quiver and swell!

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Zug skewered the barbarian's butt five more times before stabbing it to the hilt and orgasming!  The green brute uttered a deep, terrifying war cry as he flooded his slave's hole with his life-giving seed!  Rope after hot, creamy rope of orc semen flooded Conan's insides.

The Cimmerian lay still and moaned submissively as the superior male marked him as his own.  He could feel Zug's cock bounce with every round it sent gushing into him.

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Conan rested his head upon the ground as the victorious orc deposited the last rope of cum into his well-used butt.  At last, he was allowed to climax.  His balls were pulled into his body as his cock unloaded their contents in between himself and the dry battleground.

The barbarian moaned and whimpered pathetically with the merciful orgasm he was allowed to have.  His human cream splattered onto his belly and the land below, coating them both.  His inability to plant that seed into the hole of his enemy was yet another sign of his failure as a warrior and as a man.

Sated at last, Zug pulled himself from the hot, sloppy confines of his slave and wiped the head of his cock clean along Conan's sweaty backside.  He stood with a grunt and pounded his chest as he roared his triumph to the sky.