Sam vs. Skum

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Sam vs. Skum

Based on an original story titled “Barge vs. Skum” by Tuff Snuff

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Samuel stepped gingerly from stone to slime-covered stone, moving with astonishing grace for a man of his tremendous size, and cautiously making as little noise as possible so as not to alert the tunnel’s potential denizens. He had by now been descending into the mountain’s extensive cavern system for hours, and he had no idea what monstrous horrors could lurk at such stygian depths. 

The proud and mighty warrior was delving into this deep cave system because he had heard tales of a rare and mysterious plant that, if used in an alchemical elixir, doubled a man’s strength and vastly heightened his virility and sexual stamina. To a giant of a man exceeding six and a half feet in height and with well over five hundred pounds of rock solid muscle packed onto his herculean frame, that represented a truly super human increase in strength. And for a man who also happened to be hung like some prehistoric beast with a virility and stamina that was already considered legendary across half the continent, the possibility of increasing his already epic manhood to even more stratospheric heights was an irresistible temptation to a man such as Sam. So much so, in fact, that the huge and hairy muscle giant felt the need to risk his life to obtain it. 

And according to the legends, the tiny, ghost-white plant could be found only in the darkest reaches of this very cave system.

The dim light, provided by diminutive glowing fungi, facilitated his stealth and allowed the titanic warrior to see in the otherwise lightless depths. The only sounds he could hear were the near-silent dripping of water and the light footfall of his huge bare feet as he leapt from stone to stone, avoiding the inky depths of the dark waters below. He pressed ahead, his massively muscular and nearly naked body filling the tunnel with his manly presence. 

Sam wished he had better protection than his skimpy leather loincloth, which strained heroically to contain the almighty bulge at the front of his crotch. But many of the passages leading to this point were completely submerged, and clothing and boots would have only created drag as he swam the long distances from air pocket to air pocket, let alone the thick plates of metal armor that he normally wore. The only other possession he’d carried with him was his enormous war axe, which was strapped to his wide and powerful back with a leather harness. He had little knowledge of what kind of monsters lived in these subterranean depths, but he figured that if it could bleed, then his mighty war axe would be sufficient. Still, it would have been nice to have some sort of protection to gird his enormous, bloated, vein-gnarled muscles. 

Water still glistened on his fair and flawless skin from his most recent swim, skin that glowed a pale white in the dim light of the phosphorescent fungi. That perfect, unblemished skin was stretched tight over a form of monumental proportions. Everything on Samuel’s magnificent body was built huge, and his proportions were simply otherworldly. His chest was utterly massive, his pecs two titanic plates of ultra thick muscle strapped across a huge, barrel chest. His shoulders were enormous spheres of meat, swollen with massive, striated muscles like two huge, rounded stones, and spanning well over a yard wide. Descending from those boulder shoulders were a pair of muscle-gnarled arms bursting with raw masculine power, with gigantic and deeply-chiseled tricep and bicep muscles and enormous forearms that looked formed from cables and ropes of forged iron. The hands at the end of those tremendous arms were huge and meaty and muscular as well, and so massive that they could easily palm — and crush — a man’s skull. Samuel’s back was as astoundingly muscular as his mighty chest and enormously-cobbled abdomen, creating a mountainous relief map of huge, dense, and chiseled muscles. His lats in particular were so huge that, when he flexed them, they flared so massively that they looked like a pair of thick, beefy wings. 

Sam’s midsection was a stout trunk of thick muscle, as chiseled and striated as the rest of his body. But thick and meaty as that midsection was, it looked almost waspish compared to the titanic upper torso it supported, with the extraordinary width of his shoulders and breadth of his magnificent pecs tapering down dramatically from his broad back and flaring lats to a relatively narrow belly and waist. The serratus and oblique muscles on Samuel’s chiseled flanks were so deeply pronounced and etched that even his slightest movement resulted in a symphony of flexing and rippling muscles. 

Beneath his pronounced and deeply etched Adonis belt, the warrior’s mighty body ballooned out again into a pair of gargantuan, hugely-corded thighs and enormous calves so big and blocky that they looked like a pair of huge tortoise shells had been strapped to the back of them. Those enormous and fantastically powerful legs ended in a pair of feet that were so big, broad, and muscular that they were the bane of boot makers across the continent. Two perfect globes of huge, dense, and ridiculously striated gluteal muscles were supported by those titanic legs. 

Atop the man’s bullish and thick, muscle-corded neck was a large head topped with a thick crop of wavy and shaggy dark brown hair. The face adorning that large head could never have been called pretty, for it was far too rough-edged and rugged for such an appellation. But his incredibly powerful jawline, square and jutting chin, large nose, prominent cheekbones, and heavy brow were nevertheless incredibly handsome in an overwhelmingly masculine sort of way, his features so pronounced and exaggerated as to be nearly a parody of male beauty. 

Dark stubble seemed to perpetually coat Sam’s lantern jaw and big square chin, and more of that dark brown hair covered the muscular giant’s hirsute body. A thick pelt of that rough and scratchy hair covered the muscle man’s glorious pecs and cobblestone abs, with more of that coarse fur covering his titanic legs and bulging arms. Sam’s back was surprisingly almost free of hair, with only a light dusting of short, dark-brown hairs across his upper back and shoulders, and a small patch of hair on his muscular lower back. His massive ass cheeks, however, were covered in a thick coating of dark brown hairs, with a veritable forest of fur residing in the deep and chiseled crevasse between those almighty globes. The largest and densest patches of hair, however, were reserved for the thick thatches of dark hair in his musty and muscular armpits, and the equally thick thatch of coarse hair at Sam’s crotch, currently hidden by his loincloth of cured leather. 

In short, Samuel was one of the biggest, strongest, most muscular, and most insanely powerful men the world had ever seen, and the mighty warrior was confident that he could take on any creature that might come his way. 

A sudden horrid croaking and grunting sound echoed through the winding tunnel from up ahead. Samuel instinctively pulled the huge war axe from the straps across his back, his mighty fists tightening around the axe’s handle so tightly that the leather bindings creaked in protest. His mighty heart sped up, but his resolve remained strong. Bravely, Sam crept onward, placing his broad, naked back against the jagged stone, and continued along one side of the tunnel. 

The tunnel soon opened up into a very large cavern, so large that he could not see the ceiling overhead or the far walls beyond in the dim, blueish-white light provided by the phosphorescent fungi. The uneven cavern floor contained numerous rocky stalagmites, the tops of some lost to the inky blackness overhead, as well as dark pools of dank, still water. Most immediate to Sam, however, was the tall, hunched figure occupying the center distance of the chamber. Though humanoid in shape, the mighty muscle man instantly knew that this was no human. The creature looked to be over 8 feet tall, and it’s lanky but powerful looking limbs were disproportionately too long to be human. Those limbs ended in webbed hands and feet with long, large-knuckled digits and short but sharp looking talons. The creature had a fish-like appearance, its slimy skin having a pallid greed color covered by a tracery of thick, dark green veins across thick and wiry muscles. Its head was a rounded, hairless dome of pale green, with a wide, amphibious mouth and small, red eyes atop its head. A ridged fin that ran from the top of its head to the end of its spine added to its piscine appearance. 

Samuel knew at a glance that the frog-like creature was a being known as a Skum. Though he had never encountered one before, legends told of the fearsome monsters, which lived in dark, subterranean lairs and lived on the flesh of others. They were known to be cunning and strong, and more than a match for most mortal men. 

After only a brief moment of analysis, Sam ducked his dark-haired head back into the darker shadows of the tunnel, pressing his back to the wall, confident that the creature hadn’t spotted him. He strengthened his grip on his axe, and waited for the creature to come into range. He trained his ears to the soft, wet slap of its feet on the stone, hearing it slowly wander towards him. Seconds now. He flexed his enormously powerful legs, preparing to spring the moment the monster entered the corridor so that the axe swing would be aimed at the height of its thick neck. He held his breath as it gurgled, only feet away, and closing in. 

Samuel waited until the creature’s faint shadow fell across his hiding place, and then he flexed his gargantuan arms and poured all of his fearsome power into a single, deadly blow. The axe blade swung through the air in a mighty arc, powered by the mighty warrior’s colossal strength…and buried itself several inches deep into the stone wall beyond. At the last moment, the monster had sensed Sam’s attack and crouched, narrowly dodging his attack. Its beady red eyes stared up at him with instant hatred and fury.

The freakish creature lunged at the warrior before Sam could react. The sudden, lightning-quick strike toppled him into the large cavern beyond, sending his heavy body to the cold stone floor with a beefy thud. The 8-foot-tall Skum was instantly upon him and wasted no time in continuing its assault, drilling its powerful, slimy fists into Sam’s unprotected abdomen and flanks. A thick and meaty thump-thump-thump echoed throughout the large cavern, sounding like a butcher tenderizing a huge slab of meat. The warrior held his massive arms up to try to block the creature’s attacks, but it struck with surprising speed and swiftness. The heavy amphibian was soon hammering Samuel’s extraordinarily thick pecs with all of its might, croaking and grunting with an angry, alien sound. The blows were landing with such tremendous force that most men’s ribs would have been quickly cracking and caving under the onslaught, but the incredibly thick, dense, and tough armor of steel-like muscles covering Sam’s massive frame cushioned those deadly punches. Still, the pain was intense, and the way that the monster was trying to clobber the air from Sam’s lungs made it quite obvious that the creature sought to kill the big, beefy intruder.

Sam managed to grip the creature’s sinewy left arm at the forearm, and used this leverage to throw the creature off of him. kicking forward and sending the slimy green beast sailing overhead. The Skum was both taller and heavier than Sam, and it possessed lightning speed and a violent, monstrous strength, but the muscle-bound human was even stronger. In a head-to-head match of muscle, Sam was certain he would emerge victorious. 

The monster snorted as it struck a stone stalagmite, hissing in anger as it scrabbled to its feet. Sam proved he was just as swift, however, as he leapt at the thrashing beast. It screeched in anger and fear as Sam knocked the beast backwards and mounted it, and then began pounding his own meaty fists into its skull. The monster grabbed and clawed at him, painting his herculean physique with scarlet lines as it desperately tried to tear at him with its sharp and jagged talons. Sam ignored the pain and furiously struck at his opponent without mercy. The overpowered beast flailed helplessly, its struggles becoming weaker and more confused as it suffered blow after skull-cracking blow to its head. With one final, heroic strike, Sam punched the monster’s head, which snapped violently to the side. The monster’s twisted muscles spasmed, then instantly fell limp with a slimy smack.

The brave warrior took the time to catch his breath, his massive chest heaving as he pulled air into his huge lungs. Sam sat on the freak’s cold, wet stomach, his colossal thighs straddling the vanquished beast as he surveyed his mighty form for damage. He had several dozen lacerations on his arms, chest, and flanks, but the wounds were all very shallow and were hardly bleeding. His muscles were so terrifically dense and tough and fibrous that the powerful beast hadn’t done them any real harm, and even the cuts in his skin would likely heal without a scar. Sam was proud of himself for defeating the fearsome monster with his bare hands, and he couldn’t help but admire his massive muscles. The adrenaline thrill of victory, combined with the healthy admiration of his own enormously muscular form, made Sam’s huge cock twitch, and he could feel a familiar warm heaviness start to build in his meaty crotch. 

That’s when Sam noticed that his leather loincloth had been torn loose in the conflict. No doubt the Skum’s sharp talons had gotten caught in the thick, tough hide and torn the garment off of the human’s herculean body, allowing Samuel’s genitalia to spill forth. Finally released from their leathery confines, the warrior’s manhood looked monstrous, obscenely oversized even for this mighty warrior’s astoundingly muscular build. The limp log of Sam’s cock rested heavily across the beast’s cold and slime-covered chest, measuring well over a foot long and as thick as one of Sam’s own powerful wrists. The man’s huge balls were even more impressive, two titanic testicles each nearly the size of one of Sam’s own enormous, muscular fists. The massive orbs hung in a loose and exceedingly hairy nutsac, drooping so low in their scrotum that their huge, ovoid forms rested heavily on the beast’s cold belly. Sam liked how huge and meaty his manhood looked resting on the monster’s defeated form, as if to further prove his dominance over the vanquished beast. 

Sam rose to his feet, his immensely muscular and now fully naked form looking even more magnificent with the shallow cuts and scratches of his fallen enemy’s death throes, and made his way to where his heavy war axe still projected awkwardly from the stone wall. He stretched his massive arms over his head as he walked, limbering up after his short but violent battle with the Skum. 

Icy, muscular arms suddenly wrapped themselves around his muscle-girdled midsection, just below his mammoth, shield-like pecs. Clearly, the Skum had been only momentarily stunned and unconscious, not slain as the mighty warrior had thought! The monster growled as it lifted the massive human up into the air. Sam gasped and squirmed, struggling to free himself as the monster began to squeeze. The freakish creature was even stronger than Sam had anticipated, and he winced as the bear-like grip crushed his body. He thrashed around, choking and gagging, desperately trying to break the beast’s murderous grip. 

Perversely, Sam’s huge and heavy cock, which had begun to become aroused after he had initially felled the creature, began to grow even harder and thicker as Sam’s life-or-death struggle continued. Since his back was being crushed tight to the creature’s piscine chest, Sam’s cock was free to bloat and unfurl to its full, staggering size. Within the span of a dozen heart beats, the warrior’s mighty phallus had reached full mast, its swollen, helmet-shaped head slapping against the deep valley at the base of Sam’s mammoth, overhanging pecs. The colossal schlong measured well over a foot and a half in length and possessed a hole-busting girth, with a tracery of thick and angry veins coursing all up and down the titanic shaft. Sam’s struggles caused the pulsing pud to sway ponderously back and forth, as his unspeakably heavy sac of stones jiggled beneath. 

With over a quarter ton of massive muscle man thrashing in its arms like an enraged bronco, the monster found it difficult to keep control. It stumbled around the cavern, and nearly fell over several times. It was intent on keeping the deadly hold, however, and tightening its grip until the intruder no longer lived. The beast hissed with anticipation as it felt Sam’s rock-like abs begin to give in. The Skum wasn’t going to stop tightening its grip until it felt the man’s spine snap in its powerful clutches. 

Before it could finish crushing its victim, however, Sam managed to plant both of his flailing feet on the face of a massive stalagmite, and he kicked backwards with all of his awesome strength. Samuel’s kick knocked both combatants backwards, sending them tumbling down a smooth, rocky slope, deeper into the dark cavern. 

Both of the powerful fighters slid to a stop in a shallow pool of frigid, watery mud, several feet from each other. Sam involuntarily shivered as the icy cold soaked into his hot skin. He quickly shot back up and shook off the after effects of the surprise attack, feeling rejuvenated now that he could breathe freely. His reprieve looked to be short lived, however, for the creature also rapidly clambered to its alien, webbed feet and began to circle its opponent. It glared at Sam with its red and hate-filled eyes, puffing up and flexing its gnarled muscles like the apex predator it was. Sam simply snarled in response and flexed his own colossal beef. Thick veins bulged even bigger all over his extraordinary physique, making his great muscles look even more angry and imposing. Though the monster was decidedly taller and had a longer reach, Sam was far more densely muscular and considerably stronger, facts that he intended to make the beast realize before he conquered and killed it. 

The mountain of barbaric muscle roared and charged across the muddy chamber at his opponent. The beast met his charge as their two massive forms violently collided, and the pair became locked in a titanic struggle against one another. Hot and hairy flesh rubbed up against cold and slimy skin as their huge muscles bulged and flexed against one another. Their hands were locked with one another over their heads, and their feet slipped in the mud as they grappled with each other for dominance. Sam’s humongous, fully engorged cock was trapped between their two fighting and heaving forms, becoming even more stimulated and aroused as it was crushed between two unyielding walls of muscle. The mighty warrior ignored the powerfully erotic sensations coming from his squeezed and trapped cock, and ditto for the rough treatment his huge, low hanging balls were getting as they slapped hard against two sets of muscular legs, and were occasionally even smashed up against his pelvis by a flexing, thrusting thigh. 

But despite its straining and snorting, and being a full head and shoulders taller than his mighty-thewed opponent, the green-skinned monster began to finally lean backward as Sam gradually out-muscled it. Sam’s handsome face broke into an arrogant grin as he saw his victory approaching. With a mighty roar, Samuel drove the monster to its knees, and then threw it down to the muddy earth. Then with surprising speed, he leaned over and grabbed the monster by the throat and thigh, and in a shocking display of strength, hoisted the Skum over his head like a hunting trophy. The beast wriggled and croaked in fear, shocked and terrified by the warrior’s astounding display of raw masculine power.

The warrior groaned and strained as the beast slapped at his powerful arms. He slipped in the chilly gloop a few times, but managed to keep to his feet still holding the monster high above his head. Sam’s entire body shook, his enormous biceps bulging and his colossal thighs quaking with the effort of holding the great thrashing creature aloft, for the struggling beast outweighed him by close to two hundred pounds! But just to prove his utter dominance, the hirsute he-man held the wriggling beast over his head for another half minute or so, before violently heaving his opponent through the air. The screaming beast struck a huge stone stalagmite with crushing force before tumbling to the ground like a limp rag doll. The slimy monster sprawled face-down in the mud, spasming in pain and barely moving.

Sam thrust his flexing arms out wide and threw back his handsome head as he uttered a deafening bellow of victory. It was a tremendous war cry, one that would no doubt echo for miles down the twisting and turning caves of the deep cavern system, but the mighty warrior did not care — he was announcing his victory to the stygian dark, and daring any of the caverns’ other residents to try their strength against his. 

While Sam was thus occupied, he failed to notice as the trembling, winded Skum reached one taloned hand into a barely noticed pouch slung like a bandolier over one shoulder. The exhausted creature withdrew a single item, a sprig of a plant that glowed a soft, ghostly white in the dark cave. The Skum placed the plant, with its small and delicate white flowers, into its frog-like maw, and then quickly chewed and swallowed it. 

Sam finished his thunderous war cry and then swaggered towards his victim. He placed his massive paws on either side of the creature’s head and hauled it up to its knees. It hissed and resisted, but it was in too much pain, and Sam was clearly too strong for it. Sam then proceeded to beat his bare-knuckled fists against the beast’s large, smooth head, trying to bash in its brains with his furious punches. He bludgeoned it again and again, back and forth, dizzying the creature and keeping it stunned. It flailed about, but its weak struggles seemed too disorganized to be a threat. 

The creature was clearly becoming desperate, close to slipping into helpless unconsciousness. That’s when it noticed the objects swinging between its hammering opponent’s massively muscular legs. The Skum’s own genitalia were all internal, so it had no idea that the hairy sac swinging in front of it was the very source and wellspring of the human’s awesome masculinity. But it sensed it had found a potentially vulnerable target, and so, with all its remaining strength, it powered one of its webbed fists straight between the massive warrior’s naked legs, impacting perfectly with both of Sam’s dangling bollocks and crushing them mercilessly against his pelvis. 

It was a truly testicle-shattering blow, one that would have instantly pulped and pulverized a normal man’s balls. Fortunately for Sam, however, he possessed a set of stones that were as ferociously tough as they were freakishly gigantic. Though they pancaked more than halfway flat beneath the awesome force of the blow, the warrior’s tough and sturdy bull nuts survived intact. The pain, however, was incredible. 

Sam’s entire massively-muscled form froze in place, his eyes flying open wide as his mouth dropped open. The mammoth warrior gasped breathlessly as his muscles seized uncontrollably, and it was all he could do to not drop to the mud in knee-buckling agony. He stumbled backwards until he came up against another towering stalagmite, one hand clutching his damaged spunk bunkers and nursing his wounded pride. 

The warrior’s eyes grew even bigger as he saw the incredible transformation taking over the kneeling and battered Skum. The dark green veins coursing all over the creature’s slimy body began to pulse and throb, growing bigger and angrier right before Sam’s very eyes. Then the creature’s very muscles began to swell and grow, gaining size and thickness at an incredible rate! The beast was turning into a monster of muscle in front of Sam’s disbelieving eyes, bloating its previously lanky form with so much new muscle that the hulking beast’s new proportions eclipsed even that of the mighty human warrior. 

The stunned warrior realized that the Skum must have ingested one of the legendary ghost flowers, the very magical plant that he had been seeking! And judging by the truly monstrous size of the fantastically muscular beast now rising from the mud before him, Sam was dreadfully certain that whatever strength advantage he had once possessed was now long gone. 

In unison, the pair charged at each other once more. But this time, when the two collided, Sam felt like he had been struck by a charging rhino! His muscular form was hurled backwards as the pair crashed back into the huge stalagmite with bone-shattering force, instantly knocking most of the air out of Samuel’s huge lungs. As the muscular hero gasped for breath, the Skum wrapped its webbed left hand around Sam’s bullish neck to keep him pinned to the stone pillar, while with its other fist, it pressed its previous advantage. 

A fiery inferno erupted within Samuel’s lean and muscular crotch as the beast began to repeatedly pummel its bony-knuckled fist into the warrior’s dangling, defenseless balls, hammering them over and over again with rapid-fire punches. Sam finally found his voice and began howling in pain as the vicious Skum began to lay waste to his big baby makers. Sam’s fat balls were trapped against the rough face of the stalagmite itself, so now as each devastating punch landed into the heart of the warrior’s burgeoning manhood, the utterly unyielding stone surface forced the screaming bollocks to absorb the full force of each blow. 

The effects were devastating. The tough and rubbery meat of Samuel’s humongous balls was forced to bend and distort around each invading fist, forced into dangerously unnatural shapes as they were violently crushed nearly flat against the stone column. The huge balls themselves were quickly growing an angrier and angrier red color under the beyond-brutal abuse, and they looked like they were just beginning to swell as well. They were already enduring FAR more abuse than any man’s nuts had the right to survive and were still going strong, but who knew how much more they could take before they simply shattered under the relentless barrage of blows! 

Disturbingly, Sam’s monstrous bull cock hadn’t grown the least bit soft this entire time, and in fact was pulsing and throbbing wildly as the Skum’s deadly punches continued to steadily hammer his heavy, herculean man orbs into sterility. In fact, it almost looked like the towering phallus was actually enjoying having its huge stud stones pulverized into gravel, and some pain-wracked corner of Sam’s mind was embarrassed at his proud horse cock’s traitorous reaction. 

Several score punches landed in the battered meat of Sam’s heavily traumatized testes, softening up the huge orbs and making them swell even bigger, if that was possible. The mighty blows also sapped the powerful human’s fantastic strength, making him slump in the creature’s powerful grip, his massive limbs flailing weakly at his attacker. The monster suddenly stopped its testicular attack and released the stunned and light-headed warrior, who dropped face-first into the mud and muck with a wet and gloopy splash. 

Samuel managed to claw himself up onto all fours, his massive muscles quivering shakily. The entire front of his gloriously muscular body was coated in thick and cold mud, and thick slugs of the gloopy earth dripped off of his mammoth boner and swollen, battered bollocks. Before he could begin to clear his hand and stand up, however, a huge cold weight slapped against his back and slammed him back down into the mud, burying his sensitive manhood in the icy, wet earth. A massively muscular green arm suddenly wrapped around his bullish neck, and a giant, cold bicep was soon pressed against his throat. 

As the monster began to menacingly flex its now enormous bicep, Sam could feel the granite hard muscle begin to crush his windpipe. The mighty warrior was still dizzy and disoriented, but he immediately recognized the deadly peril he was now in. He grabbed at the beast’s arm with both powerful hands to try to pull it away, but it was locked tight and hard as iron. His thick fingers kept slipping over the creature’s slimy, muddy skin, unable to gain purchase or achieve any hold. 

Changing tactics, the muscleman clambered clumsily to his feet with the enormous, half ton monster still pressed tight against his back, maintaining its strangling grip. The creature leapt up and wrapped its powerful legs around Samuel’s tight, muscular waist, catching the warrior in a tight, crushing scissors and forcing him to bear all of the creature’s weight. The mighty muscle man was staggered beneath their combined weight, carrying over 1,500 pounds of muscle and bone, not to mention how much thick mud that was clinging to both of their bodies, on his thick and sturdy tree trunk legs. The creature thought for sure that its opponent would be immediately driven to his knees, but Sam proved his extraordinary strength again by staying upright. 

With dark mud now covering his magnificent, masculine physique, making him look like some sort of stone statue honoring a colossal god of sex, the mighty warrior began to thrash about, trying to throw the slippery creature off of his back. He was gagging and coughing with the effort to simply keep breathing, but as hard as he fought, the beast refused to let go, tightening its grip around his thick neck until the pressure inside his pounding head felt like it would explode. 

A gurgled roar of fury signaled Sam’s attack. The muscleman slammed his back against the nearest pillar of rough stone, crushing the beast between himself and the jagged rock, eliciting an angry croak from the clinging beast. The creature managed to maintain its vicious chokehold, however. His desperation growing and his massive body beginning to weaken from the lack of air, Sam repeated the motion as fast and as hard as he could. The beast yelped and growled, and he felt its grip slip, but it managed to stay attached like a vicious leech.

The wet mud suddenly shifted beneath Sam, causing the handsome muscle giant to lose what little balance he had and crash unceremoniously to the ground. Sam dropped heavily onto his big, beefy ass, the cold mud sliding up his deep, hairy crack. The huge slimy beast promptly jerked him against the wall and re-secured its powerful arm around the human’s thick, bullish, muscle-corded neck. The mighty warrior grabbed and squeezed the monster’s arms in an air-hungry panic, desperate to find an opening. He kicked and flailed, causing his naked heels to carve deep ruts in the wet muck, while his muscular back arched as he bucked and twisted. Sam’s rampant and rock hard cock looked like it was fucking thin air with each heave and buck, and slender rivers of clear precum were cutting trails though the mud coating the entire length of his massive penis. 

The fight was silent save for the slap and plop of muscle and mud, along with the occasional grunt or snort that escaped from Sam’s nearly closed-off airway.

Sam strained to roll to one side or another, but the monster’s incredibly powerful legs and the poor friction kept him securely in place. He clawed the creature’s shoulders and rounded skull as his bloodshot eyes began bulging out of his handsome face, which was now a fiery shade of red verging toward purple. His tongue flopped out of his mouth as he gagged and wheezed. To add injury and pain to the already agonizing hold, the green-skinned beast violently thrashed him side to side, but Sam simply flailed and grasped at the muscled monster cutting off his air supply. He pulled violently at the beast’s monstrously thick bicep, but it was locked tightly under his powerful square chin. His body breathed as a reflex, making his deeply chiseled, cobblestone abs flex rhythmically, but was now failing to get any air into his powerful lungs. His huge heart pounded like a war drum, a rhythm the beast could feel even through Sam’s thick, bullish neck.

The monster pressed the webbed fingers of its enormous free hand onto the back of the struggling man’s dark-haired head, adding even more pressure to an already devastating move. It hissed happily and sniffed the air while a smell of wet, cold earth mixed with a thick mammalian musk of sweat and fear wafted into its nose slits. Unable to escape the stranglehold, Sam began to fade. His struggles became weak and disorganized, stroking and squeezing the monster’s huge, sinewy arm, amounting to little more than muscle worship. His eyes were rolling to the back of his head and his tongue hung limply from his mouth, which drooled a steady stream of saliva down his chin and onto his utterly massive pecs. Deprived of air for too long, Samuel’s monstrous muscles seized as he began to slip into unconsciousness. 

In a final, desperate act to fertilize something before perishing, Sam’s galvanized bull cock suddenly reached its much-delayed orgasm. The big muscle warrior had long been famous for the size and power of his ferocious cum loads, but his final orgasm was monstrous even by his lofty standards, a violent and volcanic purging of every last sperm cell in his horribly bruised and battered balls. As his massive body gave a mighty arch backwards, Samuel’s monster cock unleashed its first colossal spurt of hero seed, which struck the creature right in its surprised and shocked face. The beast didn’t relax in the slightest, though, and kept right on choking the dying muscle man as slug after slug after massive slug of sperm shot out of his powerfully throbbing cock, coating both of their torsos in thick ropes and sticky streamers of his potent male brew. 

On and on Sam’s orgasm raged, his magnificent, muscular body rhythmically convulsing and spasming with each colossal gout of splooge. The unbelievably massive orgasm lasted for nearly two full minutes, purging a hero’s worth of studly seed, before it finally ratcheted down to a close. Finally, after a few weak spurts of watery sludge, Samuel’s last, spectacular orgasm shuddered to an end. 

A few torturous moments of unconscious spasms and muffled gurgles followed, and then the sweaty, cum-drenched mountain of savagery and muscle relaxed, falling limp like a child’s doll. The beast felt the muscleman shudder briefly one last time before mighty pounding beneath Samuel’s gargantuan, shield-like pecs faded into silence. Only the distant dripping of water pierced the stillness that fell over the two warriors. 

After a few moments, the victorious monster quietly removed its huge arm from around the human’s throat and sat still, admiring its work. It allowed the savage’s impressive bulk to lay against it, his handsome and dark-haired head hanging limply on its huge, pale green shoulder. Its muddy fingers squeezed Sam’s gigantic biceps, which it was amazed to find were nearly as dense as granite even when limp. The mighty mounds of his warm and meaty pecs were like boulders, his enormous deltoids like huge, spherical stones. Even as the Skum played with its vanquished foe, the man’s powerful chest and chiseled abdomen deflated, releasing his final, prolonged breath, and rose no more. 

Mighty Samuel was dead.

The beast enjoyed the feel of its warm-blooded conquest against its body for several minutes longer, and ran its taloned hands through the sticky morass of thick and chunky nut slop that coated both of their mighty torsos. The deluge of spunk from Samuel’s industrial-sized bollocks had a heady but not unpleasant scent, which the creature found intriguing. 

After some time, though, the creature rolled the lifeless body off of it and stood. Its muscles were still bulging and swollen with immense power, and would remain that way for the next ten days or so until the power of the moon flowers wore off. It rubbed its battered head and back, but nothing felt broken. Confident the fight had been a total victory, the creature croaked cheerfully to itself and grabbed the man’s thick, vascular arms. It then began the long trek through the dark, muddy tunnels back to its den, dragging the strangled slab of muscle behind it.

The monster would eat well tonight.