Conan vs. the Tentacle Wizard - Part 2 - Jayse Version

In this chapter, Conan faces the mighty lake monster known as the Balwar. The mammothly muscular barbarian faces a fearsome battle, and even HIS extraordinary strength and skill may not be sufficient to allow him to persevere. Can Conan defeat the fearsome Balwar, or will his mighty bull nuts be harvested as yet another meaty feast for the hideous creature?

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Conan vs. the Tentacle Wizard

Part 2

Loosely based on an original story by an unknown author

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Conan slept for several hours, sprawled diagonally across the large bed. Despite the oversized nature of the bed, the young barbarian was still too big to fit entirely on the mattress, and his massive arms and even larger legs hung over the sides. The afternoon sun came through the window and slowly crept across his extraordinarily powerful body, stroking and caressing the magnificent young muscles like the hand of a lover. The light seemed to amplify and accentuate the curves and ridges of his huge muscles, making them look even more enormous and powerful. 

The sun also illuminated Conan's enormous erect phallus. The young man had extraordinary powers of recuperation, and already his massive bull balls were churning with another batch or two of his impossibly thick ball sauce. The downside of such hyper virility was that Conan was almost perpetually randy as a result, a curse that the young warrior had long since learned to live with. His cock loomed over his massive body like an arching serpent, ready to strike the young man's humongous pecs at any moment. The great rod gently quivered and pulsed with the young man's slow and steady heartbeat, a tower of powerful and rigid male flesh. 

Conan slowly awoke, feeling revived and refreshed, and ready to face the wizard in his fortress. He got up out of the bed and put on his bracers and boots, but he had to wait several minutes for his heavy afternoon wood to subside before he could put on his loincloth. Finally donning his cloak, Conan set out to rejoin the chieftain and the villagers, and learn all that he could about the evil wizard. 

In the village commons, Conan was greeted by the chieftain and surrounded by the other villagers, all of whom looked to the mighty barbarian with hope shining in their eyes. 

“Here are your weapons, Conan," said the chieftain, handing over the barbarian’s freshly sharped sword, as well as a short sword and a metal-reinforced wooden shield to the young warrior. The short sword was similar to a gladius - short and lightweight, but very sharp. The shield resembled a buckler with metal studs on the exterior. The chieftain explained, "This sword and shield have been in the village's possession for centuries, for they both have magical powers that may help you overcome the wizard and his many traps." 

Conan hefted the short sword, which looked more like a dagger in the hands of the massive muscular giant. But despite the blade's small size, Conan could tell that it was expertly crafted, and he nodded his gratitude and approval. 

“Before facing the wizard, there is something else you will want to acquire first.” the chieftain suggested.

“What might that be, wise chieftain?” Conan asked. 

“Once you cross the bridge north of here, a perilous forest covers the land between the bridge and the cliff wall. After some distance through the forest, you will come upon a clearing with a lake in the center. In the lake is a monstrous creature resembling a gigantic squid. The villagers call him Balwar, the Lake Monster. He captures any prey that dares come to the lake with his many large tentacles, and then sucks the life force out of them. Unfortunately, the only way to the wizard's fortress is past this lake, so you must confront the Balwar and defeat him. He may be formidable, but once defeated you can acquire something of great use,” the chieftain said.

“And that is?” Conan asked.

“The Balwar wine, the monster’s oil. It contains the essence of the trees, the rocks, and the lake itself. You will need this because once this oil is poured on to the body of a man, he will be immune to magic!” the chieftain exclaimed. 

“That’s sounds very useful indeed. Have any others tried to defeat the monster?” Conan asked. 

“Many dozens of brave men have tried, but all have fallen and been drained by the Balwar. But with your size and your strength, I believe that you can defeat him with one mighty stroke!” the chieftain replied. “The magic oil is inside the creature in a sack near his brain,” he added. 

“One more thing you should know. If you are lucky, you will see scattered feathers on the tower’s window. That will mean that the wizard has gone out to hunt for more maidens. The wizard has the power to shape shift into a large bird, which he uses to fly far and wide and to capture women. If the wizard is not in his tower, you will have a greater chance to save my daughter.” 

“Very well. Thank you for the information, and for your confidence in me. I will do all I can to see that your daughter is returned to you safely,” Conan replied, grasping the chieftain's forearm in parting. 

As he turned to leave the village, the chieftain called out, “Hero! May fortune be at your side. You are my daughter’s only hope.” 

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Conan left the village on foot, not wanting to risk his faithful steed's life against the Balwar or the wizard. In no time, he came to the bridge across a steep chasm, and entered the forest beyond. There was indeed something ominous about the forest, for it did not contain the normal sounds of birds and squirrels and other animals. All was hushed and subdued, and the only sound was that of the breeze through the thick tree canopy overhead. 

The terrain also proved to be rough, with steep boulder-strewn hills forcing Conan to climb and descend over and over again. The young barbarian was raised in a land far more blasted and barren than this, however, so he proceeded tirelessly and made excellent progress despite the many obstacles. His massive body is like a well oiled machine, his mighty muscles bulging and stretching in perfect harmony as he traversed the uneven terrain. 

It is late afternoon when Conan arrived at the clearing that the chieftain spoke of, and caught his first sight of the lake. The lake was peaceful and calm, breathtaking in fact, with the late afternoon sun giving the still waters a warm, soothing orange glow. Yet as with elsewhere in the forest, the clearing was devoid of animal sounds, and the stillness was almost oppressive. 

The herculean hero approached the lake cautiously, bracing himself for danger. The short sword was already clutched in his right hand, and the shield buckled to his left. He climbed a low rise of flat boulders that protruded some distance into the lake, which allowed him to peer into the deep, dark waters. The sun reflecting on the water's surface prevented Conan from seeing below the waters, so he kneeled on the edge of the stone for a better view, his massive torso leaning out over the water and his heavy pecs drooping toward the lake below. But still he could see nothing. 

Suddenly, two spaghetti thin tentacles shot out of the lake directly beneath him, moving with lightning speed to coil around each of his two large and succulent nipples. The tentacles were wrapped tightly around Conan's thick and sensitive nipples in an instant, and immediately started to squeeze with fearsome power. 

“Aaahhh!!” Conan cried out in surprise. He threw his massive body backward away from the lake, landing on his muscular back and causing the slender tentacles to pull with even more violent force on his swollen nipples, increasing the painful yet erotic sensations tenfold. 

“GRRR!!!” Conan growled as he grabbed both tentacles with his shield hand and tried to pull them off of his body. The muscle man gave a mighty tug…and all but ripped his fat nipples off of his chest! The tentacles refused to let go, and the extreme pain/pleasure in his tender nipples was causing his huge cock to start to twitch in his cramped loincloth. 

“NNNnnnnhh!!!” the massive warrior moaned, almost swooning at the extreme sensations coming from his trapped nubs. He grabbed the two tentacles once again, this time pulling them toward him, and with his other hand brought the short sword down in a powerful slice, severing the two tentacles and freeing his aching nipples from their grasp. 

A low rumble could be heard from beneath the dark waters, and the very ground began to shake. Conan quickly stood and brought his sword and shield to the ready, for the Balwar was finally coming to the surface of the lake. 

The water roiled and churned for several seconds, and then a massive monster burst from the surface, sending huge waves of water in all directions. The Balwar let out a mighty roar, and flailed what looked to be at least two score of massive tentacles – each as thick as Conan’s brawny forearm and 40 or 50 feet long. The monstrous and grotesque creature did indeed vaguely resemble a giant squid, except for the chitinous armor that coated the creature’s roughly spherical body, and the single great slitted eye that shone with evil intent, staring directly at the handsome and fearless hero. A single great gaping maw opened beneath the giant eye to let out a second thunderous bellow of rage and challenge, and Conan could see multiple rows of razor sharp teeth lining the huge mouth. The creature looked capable of swallowing even the mighty Conan whole, and the young barbarian knew he was in for an epic life-or-death battle. 

Without further preamble, the terrible fight began. Half a dozen of the large tentacles lashed out at the hero with incredible speed, but Conan was even faster, dodging out of the way of each of the flailing limbs. Some of the tentacles struck the rock behind Conan, shattering boulders and sending large stones flying with the force of their blows. The monster was frighteningly strong indeed! 

Conan didn’t waste any time as he lunged at one of the tentacles and neatly severed it with his short sword. The creature screeched in agony, its deafening bellow almost knocking Conan to the ground, and quickly retracted all of its limbs to a safe distance. 

“One down,” Conan smirked to himself. 

The monster renewed its attack, sending multiple tentacles against the nearly naked muscle man. Conan continued to dodge and duck the monster’s attacks, and over the next several minutes managed to sever three more tentacles from the beast. But the creature still had more than three DOZEN additional tentacles at its disposal, and it continued to bring more and more of them to bear on the stalwart and undaunted hero. 

Yet another tentacle lunged at the warrior, which Conan dodged by leaping into the air. The Balwar had been studying the young man’s movements, however, and had learned to anticipate such a dodge. Thus it was that the creature’s next tentacle whipped through the air toward the flying hero, aiming at right where it knew the muscle man would be. Conan saw the danger and tried to twist his massive body in mid-flight, but alas, he was unable to dodge the incoming tentacle. 

With bruising force, the tentacle slammed into Conan’s midsection and immediately wrapped itself around the young man’s tight and awesomely muscular waist, lifting the huge 420-pound muscle giant into the air as if he weighed virtually nothing. Conan made ready to sever the tentacle with his sword, but before he could do so, another tentacle lashed out and captured his right wrist, pulling his arm up and away from his body and squeezing the wrist until the sword fell from Conan’s limp fingers. 

Conan bellowed in animal fury, slamming this latest tentacle with his shield and thrashing wildly with his arm and legs in an attempt to break free. But with one tentacle already wrapped around Conan’s waist and another wrapped around one wrist, however, the young warrior couldn’t hope to break free. It didn’t take long for the creature to capture the young man’s remaining limbs at wrist and ankles, rendering the immensely powerful muscle stud completely helpless. 

The Balwar brought all its tentacles in closer to its body, bringing the trapped barbarian out over the lake and within less than 10 feet of the creature’s huge, fang filled maw. The creature then released the tentacle gripping around the young man’s muscle-packed midsection, and used its other four tentacles to pull the young man’s heroically muscular arms and legs away from his body, leaving him in a completely vulnerable, spread eagled position. At some point during Conan’s struggle, his massive cock had worked its way out the side of his loincloth, the beautiful mega schlong hanging heavy and limp between his legs and pointing down toward the water, while one of his gargantuan hairy bull balls had slipped out the other side of the fur pouch, the spunk engorged orb hanging down several inches in its huge, hairy scrotum. 

Conan could not remember a time when he felt more vulnerable or in greater peril. 

The monster didn’t waste any time. While Conan continued to struggle mightily – but futilely – against the vise-like grip of the tentacles, a series of much smaller tentacles began to erupt from the creature’s mouth. Dozens and dozens of the slender, spaghetti like tendrils, like the ones that had initially captured Conan’s huge nipples, snaked outward in a seething mass, and Conan realized with a start that these slender tentacles were actually the creature’s version of tongues. 

Yet another tentacle emerged from the creature’s gaping maw, and this one was different from all the others. It was only about as thick as Conan’s burly wrist, and had a puckered opening at the end, almost like a small mouth. This tentacle snaked its way upward, heading directly for Conan’s heavy dangling horse cock. Real fear crept into Conan’s massive barrel chest as the end of this tentacle positioned itself directly underneath the young man’s huge, fist-sized, juicy cock head, and the end of the tentacle opened to reveal that the tentacle was in fact a hollow, fleshy tube. 

Conan suddenly realized what the chieftain meant when he said that the Balwar drained its victims of their life force – it sucked out a man’s life energy through his very cock! 

“AAAAAHHHNNGGGHHhhh!!!” Conan roared in defiance as the tube tentacle lunged forward and engulfed nearly the entire colossal length of his thick, juicy cock within its slimy mouth. The tube proved to be lined with powerful undulating muscles, for it immediately began to perform a milking action on the trapped phallus, rhythmically pulling and sucking on the great bull cock with amazing force and suction. 

In spite of himself, Conan felt his ever randy cock betray him and begin to rapidly grow and unfurl to its full and awe inspiring rock hardness. As his cock grew and swelled to its astounding dimensions, the suction tube released more and more of the huge, glistening, vein-gnarled shaft until it was only sucking on the huge, red, over stimulated head. His cock now looked like an extra thick club with a long fleshy sock over the end of it. 

“UUuunnnnngghhhhh!” Conan moaned helplessly. He suddenly regretted having such an overactive libido and overproductive bull nuts, for he was achingly horny and his cock extremely sensitive. 

“Unnh! Aaahh! UUNNH!!” Conan moaned in deep-voiced surprise, for the sucking action of the tube was now being joined by another sensation. From somewhere inside the tube, a slender tentacle was seductively tickling at the opening of his wide gaping piss slit, and was now starting to worm its way inside. The slender, violating tendril wriggled about an inch into the hugely swollen cock head, and then began to quiver and stimulate the inside of his cock. The pleasurable feeling was overwhelming, and Conan feared that his mighty legs would have buckled had he not been held up by the monster’s powerful limbs. 

“GAAAAAHHCCK!” Conan choked as he started to struggle anew, but only his hips could move, bucking his powerful groin in and out and causing his gorgeous abdominal muscles to flex spectacularly. But all he succeeded in doing was fuck the milking tube and force the slender tendril ever farther into his heroically bloated horse cock. Each time his muscular hips bucked into the tube, the tentacle inside his cock slid in deeper and deeper, stimulating the horny muscled hero even more.

“NOOO!! ACCK! Nnnnhhgggnnn!!” Conan was losing the battle in more ways than one. He knew that he mustn’t cum or the hideous creature would suck out his very life essence, but he feared that he was nearing the edge already. He could feel the cum boiling in his massive balls and being ushered out by the dancing tentacle inside his pulsing cock. He was no doubt already leaking a river of precum into the sucking tube, and he knew that it wouldn’t be long before he would be shooting a torrent of his heady, powerful man cream down into the creature’s gullet. 

The relentless sucking and interior stimulation of Conan’s trapped bull cock continued for minute after long minute, and the young muscle hunk felt that he was holding back his almighty deluge of stud cream by sheer will alone. 

The Balwar seemed to grow frustrated that its prey had not yet begun to cum. No man had ever endured its ministrations for more than just a few minutes, and this extraordinarily massive and muscular young man had already endured more than 15 minutes of almost unimaginable pleasure and stimulation. The creature decided to use more of its many tentacles to bring the man to orgasm. 

One of the slender tentacle “tongues” wriggled forward and gently wrapped itself around the top of Conan’s low-slung bull balls, both of which had long since slipped from his loincloth. Once the tendril had fully encircled both behemoth orbs, it suddenly cinched itself very tight, and began to pull the huge balls downward. The tendril had a strength that defied its slender size, and it quickly pulled the young man’s boiling bull balls to a full 8 incredible inches from his crotch. This equaled the stretch that Conan had given his own balls earlier that morning when he beat out a massive stud load at the grotto, and added immensely to the erotic pain surging through the young man’s tortured loins. 

The sudden stretch to his beefy stud balls almost put Conan over the edge, but he held on once again and continued his struggle to break free. As he watched in dismay, however, another tendril snaked upward to wrap around his balls, lending its strength to the pull on the young man’s huge nuts. And then a third tendril joined the action, then a fourth, then a fifth, and then a sixth. Each new tendril increased the force bearing down on Conan’s incredibly tough nuts, increasing the stretching from a mere solid pulling to a brutal and violent yanking. 

Conan’s aching and cum-swollen bull balls were quickly stretched to 9 inches, and then 10 inches, and then 11 inches! Within a few minutes, more than a dozen of the slender tentacles had wrapped themselves around the base of the young stud’s bloated balls, and had pulled them to just over 12 inches from his crotch, three times their natural dangle and much, much farther than they’d ever been stretched before!!  

The pain was unbelievable, yet so was the pleasure. Conan’s mind was reeling from the sensations, for he had never had his balls stretched to such an extraordinary length before. The massive, grapefruit-sized orbs bulged bright red and shiny at the extreme bottom of their overstretched scrotum, looking even more massive than ever. Conan was certain his scrotum would split at any moment, for his balls felt like they wanted to burst forth from his sac. Conan looked down and was horrified by the impossible stretch to his scrotum. His normally voluminous ball sac was now reduced to a frighteningly narrow tube of flesh containing the all-important vessels and cords that gave his extraordinary balls life. He knew that he had ball cords of steel, but he wondered just how much more abuse even his awesomely tough nuts could take. 

Yet even as he watched, more and more tendrils were wrapping themselves around the base of his bloated balls, slowly stretching them farther and farther still. Conan wondered if his balls would be brutally torn from his loins even before he was forced to shoot his scalding load. 

Through all of this stimulation and abuse, somehow, miraculously, Conan clung to the edge of orgasm without letting his body fall over the edge. His body was desperate to cum, but his mind was just as desperate to keep from cumming and being drained of his powerful life essence. All of the massive, beefy muscles in his extraordinary body were flexed to the maximum as Conan struggled with every ounce of his awesome might to hold back from cumming. His blue eyes were squeezed shut and his teeth clenched in a grimace of pure agony and ecstasy, a deep grumble of defiance vibrating from the center of his massive chest. He knew he couldn’t hold out much longer. 

WHAM!

Since his eyes were closed, Conan had no idea that the monster had decided to add yet another element to his abuse. That is, until he felt an explosion of unbelievable pain in his trapped and profoundly overstretched elephant nuts. Conan’s eyes flew open in pain and surprise, and a gasp of agony escaped his lips. His balls felt like they had been shattered by an incredible, pulverizing force. In fact, he was surprised to find that his balls were still whole and attached to his body, though the stretch to his screaming spuds had now increased to a eye-popping and outrageous 14 inches. 

As Conan watched, the monster retracted one of its thick tentacles, and then launched it again with frightening speed and force at the young man’s thoroughly trapped and completely helpless balls. 

WHAM!

The impact was spectacular, resounding in a loud, wet, and very beefy smack of flesh on flesh as the tentacle was hurled like a mighty club against Conan’s trapped man eggs. The massive orbs were pulled so taut by the dozens of clutching tendrils that they had no choice but to absorb the entire full force of the devastating blow. These were the same huge tentacles that had recently sundered solid boulders and shattered granite on the lakeshore, and any other man's balls would have been instantly blown to smithereens by such a blow. Conan’s herculean balls somehow endured, but the young warrior knew that even his goliath bull balls could not take much of this extreme abuse before they, too, would be reduced to rubble. 

WHAM!

WHAM!

WHAM!

Three more blows from three separate tentacles, all in quick succession. Conan bellowed in extreme agony, yet his libido was in overdrive. His balls felt ready to burst both with their overabundance of too-long-held cum and with the beyond-brutal beating they were suffering from the creature's thick tentacles. Conan's massive cock was quivering like a vibrating lightning rod, only a hairsbreadth from letting loose with the thunderous orgasm that would spell the end of his life. The head of his cock was screaming from the constant overstimulation being provided by the sucking tube, and the slender tendril inside his cock had snaked all the way down the massive shaft into the very heart of his plumbing, stimulating the inside of his cock from the tip all the way to the very base. 

WHAM! WHAM!

WHAM! WHAM!

WHAM! WHAM!

WHAM! WHAM!

WHAM! WHAM!

Conan's mighty bull balls had never known such agony. Though they were thus far still intact, Conan could already feel that their normally rock solid density was starting to become mushy, as the pounding of the creature's tentacles took its toll and began to wear down his orbs' fearsome strength and resilience. He had endured dozens of brutal ball busting encounters in the past that often lasted for many hours, proving again and again the sheer brutal TOUGHNESS of his mighty balls by surviving abuse that would have obliterated any other man’s balls. But never before had an assailant brought such incredible force to bear on his mighty man nuts. Conan doubted his huge bull balls could endure 10 minutes of this brutality, let alone hours. 

WHAM! WHAM!

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

The Balwar was bringing more and more of its huge tentacles to bear, allowing it to hammer Conan's screaming balls in rapid and endless succession, without a moment’s respite between annihilating blows. The mighty barbarian could feel his colossal nuts crumbling even faster, and he now wondered if he could survive even one more MINUTE of this horrific ball abuse! 

Scores and scores of powerful tendrils had now wrapped themselves around Conan's mammoth cum-bloated nuts, and the stretching force they were exerting on those most massive of plums was nothing short of tremendous. Conan glanced down, and his beautiful blue eyes flew open wide in disbelief at what he saw. Between the utterly brutal hammering of the thick tendrils against his trapped balls and the merciless and relentless tugging of the slender tendrils, Conan could see that his monstrous gonads had now been stretched to just over 16 jaw dropping inches from his crotch!! That was more than FOUR TIMES their natural dangle!!! And just a few inches shy of the unparalleled length of his own gargantuan monster cock. In some quiet and detached corner of his pain and pleasure addled mind, Conan found himself intensely proud at the extraordinary amount of abuse his mighty body could withstand, and he was only sorry that his heroic young life was about to end when he felt there were still so many more adventures awaiting him. 

For Conan knew that his end had come. It wasn't just that his extraordinarily oversized bull bollocks were about to be smashed into paste and ripped from his body, though both of those events were indeed about to come to pass. Conan also knew with certainty that he couldn't hold back his orgasm any longer under such an assault. His great libido and extraordinary virility were just too freakishly strong. He could already feel the massive shudderings in his goliath cock that signaled an imminent and unstoppable orgasm. He was holding on by sheer force of will now, doing all he could to delay his orgasm as long as possible, but knowing with a tremendous sense of defeat that his orgasm could no longer be denied. 

The Balwar had no concern for Conan's feelings, however, nor for his safety, for the creature went into overdrive, pounding its tentacles against the young man's trapped balls faster and faster, and harder than ever before. Even MORE tendrils found purchase around the already crowded base of his gigantic gonads and added their frightening strength to those already pulling mightily at the humongous baby makers. Conan let out a final, ear-splitting bellow of utter defiance as he endured the most brutal treatment yet, knowing his end was only moments away. 

WHAM!!WHAM!!WHAM!!WHAM!!WHAM!!WHAM!!

WHAM!!WHAM!!WHAM!!WHAM!!WHAM!!WHAM!!

WHAM!!WHAM!!WHAM!!WHAM!!WHAM!!WHAM!!

WHAM!!! WHAM!!!

WHAM!!! WHAM!!!

WHAM!!! WHAM!!!

WHAM!!! WHAM!!!

WHAM!!! WHAM!!!

WHAM!!!!

WHAM!!!!

WHAM!!!!

WHAM!!!!

WHAM!!!!

WHAM!!!!!

WHAM!!!!!!

WHAM!!!!!!!

WHAM!!!!!!!!

WHAM!!!!!!!!!

WHAM!!!!!!!!!!

WHAM!!!!!!!!!!!

WHAM!!!!!!!!!!!!

Conan opened his beautiful blue eyes to take in one last glance of the idyllic lake and the rays of the setting sun before his young life was tragically and prematurely ended. That's when he saw that the Balwar had brought its tentacles much closer to its body, most likely so that it could more closely watch the destruction of the most formidable prey it had ever encountered. Its great, globular eye was just a few feet from the bound muscle man, and Conan knew he had perhaps one chance to break free. 

Twisting his great muscular body as much as his bonds allowed, he thrust his powerful right knee forward and buried it with great force into the monster's eye. 

The recoil was awesome. 

The creature let out an earth shattering screech of pain and surprise, and instinctively hurled the barbarian away from its injured eye. Conan flew dozens of feet through the air, and landed with a great thud onto the broken rocks of the lakeside promontory. 

Conan was only stunned for a bare instant before he was on his feet. The creature had released its grip with its thick tentacle arms and its slender tentacle tongues, but its suction tube was still enveloped around Conan's achingly swollen cock head, and its tendril was still buried deep inside to the root of his monster cock. Both the tube and the tendril were still doing their insidious work, hurtling Conan ever closer to his unstoppable orgasm. Conan knew that if he came into that tube, his life would be over just as surely as if he was still in the creature's powerful grasp, for it would still be able to feast on his super abundant sperm and drain him of his vital life essence. 

The young barbarian looked around desperately for something that would help him, his titanic orgasm continuing to build until he felt his loins must surely burst. His eyes caught a glimpse of his short sword, which was buried to the hilt in the rocks not 20 feet away. Apparently the force of the creature's blow when it knocked the sword free from his hand was so great that it actually buried the blade deep into solid rock. 

The massive muscle man made a giant leap for the sword, his massive thigh muscles propelling him with incredible force, just avoiding the bone breaking impact of almost half a dozen frenzied tentacle arms that came crashing down onto the stop where he had just stood. Conan landed with a practiced roll right next to the sword. Wasting no time, he grabbed the hilt with both hands, uttered a mighty war cry, and with a gigantic heave pulled the sword free from the stone. 

With a thunderous yell, Conan brought the sword down in a great arc and severed the suction tube less than a foot beyond the end of his cock. The creature screamed again, and was momentarily distracted by its own pain. Conan took those precious moments to rip the dead tube off of his long suffering cock head, which gleamed bright red and shiny in the setting sun, coated with globs and globs of his thick, viscous precum. The thin tendril, however, was still buried deep inside the hero's enormous cock, where it continued to wriggle and stimulate the young and heroically horny stud. Conan caught the wriggling tendril by the few inches that were exposed out of the end of his cock, and yanked it out in one long, mighty tug. 

“GAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!” Conan cried as the sudden sensation hurled him over the edge. A TITANIC string of semen, thick as one of Conan’s blunt finger and at least 10 or 12 feet long, escaped from the mammoth organ with tremendous force, blasting out and over the lake and landing in the churning water just a few feet from the body of the wounded and epically furious monster

What followed was the most gargantuan, thunderous, knee buckling orgasm the young man had ever experienced. Wad after massive, throw-you-to-the-ground wad blasted out of the handsome stud's colossally bloated bull cock, each slug of super thick and rich semen following so closely upon its previous brother that it looked like Conan was peeing instead of cumming. Only no one could possibly pee - let alone cum - in such extraordinary, super human quantities. 

Conan was staggered by the force of his own orgasm, and his massive balls were contracting so hard that he was sure that the nearly busted balls would simply implode under the terrific strain. The young muscle stud wanted nothing more than to drop to his knees and violently stroke his massive cock as his horrifically bruised and battered - but incredibly still intact! - bull balls churned out the most massive load of all time. But Conan knew that the Balwar would only be distracted for a few moments, and then would be attacking him again full force - and the mighty warrior knew he would never survive being in the creature's clutches again. 

Mustering all of his great strength, and with his cock continuing to blast out the greatest load of his young life, the naked warrior shouted a great battle cry, took a running start, and leapt off the edge of the rocky promontory, launching himself straight for the flailing monster. His great, massively muscular legs propelled the hero with awesome force, easily clearing the 30 or 40 foot gap between the shore and the angry monster. Conan clutched his short sword over his head with both hands, and the creature looked up just in time to see the great muscular beast of a warrior land with full force, blade first, into the creature's huge eye. The force of the blow drove the sword clear through the eye into the creature's brain, killing it instantly and driving Conan’s mammoth forearm into the monster's gelatinous eye right up to his elbow. The many tentacles shook and quivered and thrashed in the air for a few moments, and then fell limply into the water. Just like that, the mighty Balwar, great scourge of the lake, was finally dead. 

Conan pulled his gore-coated arm and sword out of the creature's head with a great wet sucking sound, and the fell onto his back atop the chitin-armored corpse. His massive horse cock continued to thunder out its mighty load, and the warrior gripped the huge phallus with his other hand and started to jerk out the remainder of his awesome load. His entire, massively muscular body shuddered and bucked with the intensity of his orgasm, and it took more than two more minutes before the final slugs of cum burped weakly from his cock to fall upon his cum drenched chest and shoulders. 

The muscle-bound warrior fell back in exhaustion, temporarily spent and immensely grateful to still be alive. His rock hard cock continued to quiver and throb in the afterglow of his incredibly intense orgasm, and the stunningly handsome young man could do nothing else but lay there for several minutes, panting to regain his breath. He knew it would likely be an hour or more before his cock finally went soft, so he decided he wouldn't even bother looking for his loincloth. The garment had been torn from his body some time during his ordeal, and was probably ruined anyway. He seemed to lose more loincloths that way...

After several minutes of rest, Conan reached down and gently cupped his huge and almost cripplingly aching bollocks. Never before had he felt such a deep, gut wrenching ache from his balls before. He gently fondled his massive, swollen, and battered baby makers in his big hand, and confirmed that they were indeed somehow, miraculously, intact. They were significantly swollen and horrifically bruised and would no doubt be sore for days to come, but they would soon recover their rock solid hardness, and would even quicker be recharged with another mammoth load of his stud cum. 

Conan gently tugged his balls downward, and was shocked to discover that the natural hang and heft of his balls had actually been increased by all of the brutal ball pulling. Instead of their usual 4-inch dangle, his behemoth bull balls now stretched their massive scrotum to just over 6 inches from his crotch, hanging huge and heavy and supremely powerful a full HALF FOOT from his hairy crotch. Time would tell if this was a permanent stretch, but Conan was rather hoping it was. He liked the way his balls looked hanging even farther from his sweaty, hairy, and and ultra muscular crotch. Sure, he'd have to be more careful when he walked to make sure he didn't crush his massive gonads between his gigantic, columnar thighs, but he had to admit that his colossally huge bull balls looked even more impressive hanging half a foot from his groin. 

After inspecting his junk and making sure he hadn't sustained any lasting injuries, Conan set about the grisly and disgusting task of finding and retrieving the fleshy sac that contained the Balwar wine, the magical oil that would offer him protection from the wizard's magic spells. He began hacking and digging into the creature's massive skull, and soon enough located a round, soft sac about the size of a gourd behind the creature's brain, just where the chieftain had said it would be. 

By the time he was done with this grisly chore, much of the warrior’s massive body was covered in the creature's gore. At least, Conan thought to himself with a smile, his eternal hard on had finally gone soft. His cock was still a little puffy and tender from being kept so hard and so stimulated for so long, but was otherwise fine. The massive warrior dove into the cool lake to thoroughly wash the cum, sweat, and gore from his flawless, tanned skin and thick, wavy hair. He then swam to the shore and shook himself dry. His only article of clothing that had survived the battle with the Balwar was his boots, so he put those back on, grabbed his sword, shield, and sack of Balwar wine oil, and set out in all his naked glory for the wizard's fortress. The sun had almost set, and the spring evening was crisp, but that didn't faze Conan in the slightest - he had endured nights in the frozen north with nothing but memories of a blazing hearth to keep him warm, so this slightly chill weather was nothing to the hardened barbarian. 

He set his massive, muscular shoulders, and began the final march to the entrance of the wizard's mighty fortress, his massive purplish balls smacking loudly against his humongous thighs with each step. 

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The powerful wizard felt he might swoon. He had just finished watching the massive and achingly handsome young warrior's battle with the Balwar, and the mighty young stud had actually come out victorious! It was a close thing, and the young man almost lost both his life and his balls to the guardian of the lake, but in the end his strength, bravery, and cunning saved the day. And the load he pounded out at the end of the battle was even more massive and more super human in both quantity and sheer power than the one the wizard had seen him blow at the grotto!! The wizard knew without a doubt that this was the perfect man he had been waiting for all of his life. 

For only a man who could defeat the wizard's pet Balwar would be worthy to make the ultimate sacrifice, and allow the wizard to achieve his dreams. 

The wizard distractedly dabbed at another large wet stain at the front of his pants, and set about the task of making his new "guest" welcome…

TO BE CONTINUED…