Conan vs. the Tentacle Wizard - Part 1 - Jayse Version

I'm returning to the realm of sword and sorcery and super heroes for the next three posts, which are all in a series regarding the mighty Conan. Sadly, I no longer have the original story from which I created these three chapters, but suffice it to say that I EXTENSIVELY expanded the story. :)

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Conan vs. the Tentacle Wizard

Part 1

Loosely based on an original story by an unknown author

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“Please have mercy!!” the beautiful young maiden begged. 

“But my pretty darling, I have none to spare,” the bent and decrepit sorcerer replied with a smile, just before he plunged the wicked dagger deep into the young woman’s chest. A short scream and a cough of blood ended the ceremony, and the lovely young maiden’s terror. The dagger glowed with golden and white light as the maiden's life force was transferred to the wizard's aged body, once again reversing decades of aging and extending his already unnaturally long life. 

Yet another maiden had died for the wizard’s pursuit of the essence of vitality and beauty. The ancient being had been searching for the elusive secret to immortality for millennia, and felt he was close to achieving his goal. Using magicks both ancient and foul, the evil wizard had extended his life to a vastly unnatural length, and had maintained a vigor that belied his true age. But he had not yet succeeded in granting himself either true beauty or eternal youth. After this most recent transfer of life essence, the ancient wizard now appeared to be in his late fifties, and was still a small and thin man. His body was very slender and compact, and what muscles he had were very lean and wiry. His fingers were unusually long and thin like spider legs. And his face was anything but handsome, with a weak jaw, beaked nose, beady eyes, and dark, lank hair that hung past his shoulders in long greasy locks. 

The wizard commanded immense magical powers, enough to level mountains and lay waste to entire civilizations, but he did not have the two things he truly craved – youth and beauty. 

Over the many centuries, the wizard had captured and enslaved thousands of beautiful young men and women, breeding them in captivity in an attempt to produce men and women of perfect form and beauty. In at least half of his goal, the wizard had been incredibly successful, for his breeding program had produced countless women of flawless beauty and perfection, like the one he had just sacrificed. His stables now held many hundreds of these jewels, women with flawless alabaster skin, flaxen hair like spun gold or burnished copper or dark bronze or fiery red, and radiant eyes of emerald green, sapphire blue, bright turquoise, and topaz yellow. But in all of these thousands of years, no man that the wizard had ever captured or bred had met his impossibly high standards for beauty, and all had eventually perished by his hand. 

In order to achieve his goal of eternal youth and beauty, the wizard needed to find a male of utter masculine perfection, a man he could enslave, breed, and then drain of his manly essence. A man worthy of the sacrifice required for the wizard’s bid for immortality. 

The wizard returned to his scrying pool, ready to resume his millennia-long search for the perfect male, once again suppressing his growing frustration and despair of ever finding that paragon of man. 

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Dawn serenely crept upon the virgin forest, the sunlight sparkling on the dew captured on leaves and on blades of grass, adding a promise of warmth to the cool spring air. A lone figure astride a powerful stallion rode slowly between the huge and ancient trees, breathing deeply of the crisp morning air and enjoying the sounds of the birds and other small animals welcoming the new day. 

As the dawn’s light illuminated the forest, the figure on the huge horse threw back his cloak, revealing a bare-chested giant of a man of almost impossibly huge dimensions. The man was very tall, almost six and a half feet in height, and was even more fantastically muscular than his gallant mount. 

The beefy giant of a man must have weighed well over 420 pounds, and it was all muscle. His mountainous muscles were encased within flawless, caramel colored skin, the kind of glorious color that fair skin achieves once it reaches a perfect tan. His bare legs were simply phenomenal, with thickly muscled, gargantuan thighs like the trunks of the forest’s mighty oak trees, and powerful calves larger than most men’s thighs. His feet were covered by half boots made of cured leather and fur, but they were clearly massive feet, in perfect proportion to the rest of the man’s awesome physique. The man sat very upright in his saddle, displaying the magnificent wall of his abdominal muscles to great effect. The man’s abs were like a series of large, chiseled cobblestones, set in a tight, muscular waist that seemed almost ridiculously tiny and narrow compared to the rest of his mighty body, but was nevertheless a tight column of pure muscle. His shoulders were impossibly wide, and were capped with spheres of muscle bigger than 30-pound cannonballs. The arms that descended from those mighty shoulders were even most astounding, gigantic arms of pure muscular power that flexed and bulged with the rolling gait of his horse. His bare hands were enormous, large enough to palm the head of a mighty troll…and no doubt crush it to dust as well. 

The man’s chest, however, was perhaps the most stunningly massive and muscular feature on his spectacular body, two awesomely beefy pecs that were simply breathtaking in their size, shape,  and thickness. The man’s monumental chest was swollen almost obscenely large, two massive plates of muscle that were impossibly wide, and easily more than 6 inches thick. The mighty crevasse between those two thick plates of muscle was so deep that the sun’s light didn’t penetrate all the way down, and was obscured even further by the fur of dark chest hair that dusted the expanse of the man’s impossibly huge pecs. The underside of his pecs were extraordinarily rounded, and their heft was clearly enormous, for the heavy muscle barely even bounced with the steps of the huge mount. The man’s huge pecs were so swollen with muscle that his nipples nearly pointed straight downward. Those nipples were luscious beyond compare, the nipples themselves bigger than large pencil erasers and set in large aureolas the size of silver dollars. 

There was no doubt that this must be the mightiest man in the world, perhaps even the mightiest man that had ever lived. And the huge muscle man rode with a confidence and self-assuredness that made it clear he was aware of this fact as well. 

A beam of sunlight landed on the man’s face, illuminating it for the first time that morning, and it was quickly and abundantly apparent that the huge muscular hulk of a man possessed a phenomenal masculine beauty to match his peerless and flawless physique. And even more astoundingly, it was the face of a young man of perhaps only 20 or 22 years. If the young man was this huge at such a tender age, then the gods only knew how massive the young stud would be as he got older! 

The young man had a face that was caught in that magical transition between boy and man, combining the best features of both into a countenance that was beyond handsome, beyond beautiful, chiseled and sculpted to perfection. He had an extremely powerful square jaw and prominent chin, high cheekbones, and a large aquiline nose over a wide, expressive mouth. His cerulean blue eyes sparkled with intelligence and curiosity, taking in details that most would miss, and capable of peering deep into someone’s very soul. He had a mane of thick and luxuriously wavy chestnut hair that came to just beyond his shoulders, worn free and loose. A dusting of the same dark brown hair coated his chest, forearms, and legs, but his gloriously muscular body was otherwise virtually hairless. 

The handsome and impossibly beefy young lad was clearly a warrior. The proof was not only in his extraordinary size and muscular development, but also in the fact that he had a truly massive sword in a scabbard strapped to his incredibly wide and densely muscled back. The hilt of the massive sword peeked out over the giant’s enormous right shoulder, and though it looked to be too heavy for most men to lift even with both hands, the powerful young warrior was more than strong enough to be able to wield the mighty blade one-handed with expert ease. 

The young man was also clearly a barbarian, for he had the enormous frame, fair skin, and dark hair of the northern Cimmerian people. He was also dressed as a barbarian, for other than his leather boots, giant sword, fur loincloth, and the cloak he had so recently removed, the young man was entirely naked. For a tough and beefy young northerner like him, the somewhat chilly morning in the forest was almost tropical in comparison to the frozen lands of his birth, as he had been bred to be able to endure great fluctuations in temperature and climate with ease. 

The skimpy fur loincloth did little to conceal yet another extraordinary feature of this young man’s already unparalleled physique. The dark fur strained to contain a mound of impossible dimensions, a bulge that was bigger than an extra large gourd. Surely no man, not even a giant of such prodigious dimensions, could be so hugely endowed! The massive bulge of the young man’s groin ground into the pommel of his saddle with each plodding step of his mighty stallion, causing the mound to bulge and compress quite dramatically, but clearly causing the young barbarian warrior not the least bit of discomfort or distress. No doubt the young man’s mighty genitals were as tough and hardened as the rest of his magnificent body. 

The barbarian rode for several more hours before coming upon a small village nestled in the forest. He had not seen another human soul in many days, and after a long journey, the beefy barbarian decided he would like a place to rest for a while. 

As the young muscle man entered the village, the rustic folk of the hamlet stared at him in open mouthed awe and wonder. He didn’t mind, as he was accustomed to the reaction that his massively muscular size and near nudity had on people. But it was the hope in the eyes of the villagers that made him curious, and he wondered if this was a community in need of a warrior. The young man had encountered many such towns and villages in his travels, and he was usually happy to assist such communities with their troubles in return for food, wine, and lodging. 

A middle-aged man suddenly came running toward the muscled barbarian. 

“At last, a brave warrior!” the man exclaimed as he nearly ran into the young man’s mount. He was wearing layers of robes and had a medallion of office around his neck, clearly marking him as the village chief. The young muscle man reined in his mount so that he could listen to the village chief. 

“Please, my daughter! Save her! You must save her!” the chief pleaded. 

“Your daughter?” the young man responded in a deep and rich baritone voice. “What has happened to her, and where is she?” The young man replied, looking down upon the chief. By his size alone, the barbarian dwarfed the chieftain; being mounted upon his mighty stallion just made him that much larger than the averaged sized man.

“The evil wizard has kidnapped her! Please save her! Anyone that the wizard captures is never seen again, and I fear for her life. She is my only daughter, and the light of my life. She is being held captive in the wizard’s castle,” the chieftain said, pointing at a large cliff face visible in the far distance and looming over the edge of the forest. The young man’s superior vision allowed him to see the outline of a large fortress at the edge of the cliff, looking down upon the forest below. 

The chieftain was clearly distraught, for he stumbled over his own words when talking to the huge muscle man. 

The young man reached up to scratch the back of his head as he considered the chieftain’s plea. His melon-sized biceps swelled to even greater dimension even with this simple endeavor, and the chieftain’s eyes all but bugged out of his head at the awesome sight. The chieftain began to panic, for he feared that the warrior would decline to help him. He racked his mind to think of something to convince the muscular giant to aid him. 

“I will provide you with a place to stay, food, wine, bath, a blacksmith to reshoe your horse and to temper your sword!” the chieftain said. “We are but a poor community, but all that we have is yours if you will but help us.” 

The young man reached out a massive hand and laid it gently gripped the chieftain’s shoulder, saying, “I appreciate your offer of hospitality, but I do not require payment. I will take on this quest for your sake, and for the sake of your daughter.”

 “Thank you! Oh, thank you!” the chieftain exclaimed, nearly sobbing with relief. “What is your name, noble warrior?” 

The young man softly laughed and tossed back his unruly mane of hair, saying, “I am no noble, but I am indeed a warrior, and I have never been bested in battle. My name is Conan. Conan of Cimmeria.” 

The chieftain took Conan’s huge hand in both of his and shook it firmly, welcoming the huge warrior to the village and introducing him to the other villagers. Conan dismounted off of his steed and allowed the huge black beast to be taken to the stable to be brushed and fed while he in turn partook of the hospitality of the villagers. 

As always happened everywhere that he traveled, Conan’s stunning good looks, the rakish hair falling loosely about his shoulders, his several days of beard stubble, his nearly naked physique covered in the sweat and dirt of traveling, all conspired to quicken the pulse of all who saw him, man and woman alike. But when he smiled and flashed his smoldering blue eyes, women swooned and men fawned on him. The women around the laundry tub couldn’t take their eyes off of Conan’s cobblestone abs, for they wished they had washboards half as defined in order to clean their linens. The young man was more than just a warrior, more than just a barbarian – he was like a masculine god of beauty and lust come to earth. 

The chieftain led Conan to the local inn, a two-story affair at the top of a steep riverbank. The chieftain left the young man in the care of the innkeeper, and went to prepare a lunch feast for the village’s new hero. The friendly innkeeper showed Conan to his room on the second floor. The room was small but cozy. Conan entered the room, and his great muscular bulk seemed to fill the small room to capacity. The room was dominated by a large bed, a bed that was perhaps just large enough to accommodate the huge lad. The innkeeper explained that the bed normally slept two or even three people, and apologized that this was the largest bed he had at his inn. Conan smiled and thanked the man, and assured him that he would be comfortable here. 

Through the one small window, Conan could see the steep ravine leading down to the small river that ran through the village. The ravine was thick with ferns and other lush vegetation, so he could not actually see the river itself. The innkeeper noticed Conan’s interest, and led him back down the stairs and out the back of the inn. Conan had to exit the door sideways, as his frame was far too massive to fit through most doorways. 

Out the rear of the inn was a steep stairway cut into the very rock of the riverbank, descending down toward the river. Conan followed the innkeeper down the stairs, and as the vegetation parted, he was surprised to discover a small grotto at the base of the stairs, with a waterfall of clear water tumbling from the tiered cliff face. It was a majestic and beautiful sight. 

 “This is where our guests – and some villagers – come to bathe and meditate. It is a very serene location, and as you can see, very private as well,” the innkeeper said, motioning to the dense vegetation above them that hid even the inn from view. The only access to the grotto was via the stone stairway, so the location was indeed very private. 

The innkeeper led Conan back up the stairs and into the inn. Conan deposited his sword and a few other belongings in his small room, threw his cloak back on over his massive cannonball shoulders, and went back outside to rejoin the villagers at the feast being thrown in his honor. 

The chieftain greeted Conan warmly, saying, “Welcome to our village, Conan of Cimmeria, and please enjoy this humble meal. Our foods may be simple fare, but they are hearty and robust. We must feed you so you have strength to face the sorcerer.” 

The banquet was indeed bountiful. Meat, fruits, vegetables, bread, and wine were all spread out in abundance on the table. The village may not be rich in silks and gems, Conan thought, but they were rich in the things that mattered – food on the table, shelter from the storm, and peace with their neighbors. 

As Conan sat to eating, the villagers all clamored to hear the stories of his travels. Conan smiled good-naturedly, and told several amazing tales of his many adventures. From anyone else, the fantastic stories would sound like pure fiction, but the size and obvious strength of the young man telling the stories convinced all the villagers that they were indeed true, and soon Conan had them all in awe. The chieftain and the villagers became more and more hopeful that Conan would be able to save the chieftain’s daughter. 

Conan gradually found himself surrounded by a bevy of shy and enamored maidens. As these women became more emboldened by the charming and handsome barbarian, they began to vie for his attention, dancing before him and even massaging his tremendous shoulders and monstrously huge arms. The young man was simply too beautiful, too masculine and perfect not to touch. 

The beefy young muscle monster soon realized that he had a problem. The women had begun to rub his mammoth chest, their slender fingers brushing against his large nipples, and it was beginning to arouse him. It had been many weeks since he had lain with a woman, and an almost equally long time since he had even pleasured himself, so he had less control over his massive cock than he would have otherwise. Already, he could feel the huge snake that was his cock beginning to twitch within his loincloth, and he knew he had to get away quickly before things got out of hand. Conan knew from experience that mere fabric was powerless to contain his mighty cock at full mast, and that if his massive truncheon were to be revealed before this group of villagers, there would be a riot as the women (and perhaps even some of the men) fought for the honor of pleasuring him. 

The mighty warrior excused himself from the table, saying that he wanted to rest for a few hours before heading out to the wizard’s castle. A large bulge was already starting to strain against the young man’s loincloth, and so Conan hurried back to the inn before the situation got any more out of control. 

The young man decided that he would take a bath in the grotto before retiring to his room for a short nap. He descended the stone stairway, his big hand rubbing against his rapidly growing cock all the way, and at the bottom began to disrobe. With as little clothing as Conan wore, he was able to disrobe quickly, taking off his cloak and then his boots before unfastening and shucking off his fur loincloth. 

As Conan began to peel the loincloth down his mighty and awesomely muscular thighs, his enormous cock began to be revealed. The base of the semi-erect cock was truly massive, thicker than a man’s wrist and nestled in thatch of thick, dark hair. As the loincloth dropped lower and lower, inch after inch of tremendously thick cock shaft was revealed. The mighty shaft was covered in an amazing tracery of thick veins, and as more and more of Conan’s magnificent cock was revealed, the more it began to look like a weapon nearly as formidable as the sword that had been strapped to the young man’s awesomely broad back. 

Conan hurried to get his cock free of the restricting loincloth, as his mighty crank was rapidly reaching full size, and would soon rip his loincloth asunder if not released. The young man’s columnar thighs made removing the tiny garment difficult, but finally Conan worked the loincloth past the thickest part of his thighs, and the loincloth fell to the ground, releasing the young man’s massive cock. 

The huge, throbbing cock sprang upward as it was released, slapping Conan in his muscular belly as it did so. The young man’s cock was simply gigantic, a massive rod of rock hard flesh that visibly throbbed to the young man’s heartbeat. The mighty cock was longer than three ale flagons stacked end to end, and nearly as thick. The young man’s large foreskin was fully retracted, revealing a huge helmet-shaped cock head bigger than a man’s fist, and more succulent than the ripest plum. Such was the tremendous weight of the huge cock that, strong as it was, it was unable to stand completely vertical, and instead jutted proudly from the young man’s muscular groin at about a 45 degree angle. Conan flexed his rampant cock a few times, causing it to slap again and again against his rock hard abdominal muscles. The mighty phallus was so long that the great knob at the end of his gigantic cock struck his muscular belly just below the mammoth overhang of his awesome pecs. This was truly the cock worthy of an heroic warrior. 

Once Conan’s cock was freed from the confining loincloth and allowed to bob freely in the warm air, the young man’s balls were finally revealed as well. Not surprisingly, Conan possessed a set of giant gonads that were every bit a match for his heroic monster cock and phenomenally muscular body. Each massive testicle was larger than the largest of grapefruit, and together were so heavy that they hung exceedingly low, stretching his voluminous ball sac to more than four inches from his crotch, where they swung ponderously and majestically beneath his mammoth cock. These were truly a set of balls that would make a prize stud bull jealous. 

Conan stood on the bank of the river for a moment in all of his naked glory, stretching his massive arms up over his head to ease the tension in his enormous muscles. The sight was utterly spectacular, this god of a man standing on the river’s edge, his every feature an exaggerated parody of masculinity that was nevertheless beautiful, glorious, perfect. The mighty warrior then slowly stepped into the cold water of the grotto and moved toward the waterfall itself. The cool water washed over his massive thighs, and then his mighty testicles became submerged, causing a jolt to run through Conan's muscular body. The pool was not tremendously deep, so the young man was only up to his chest at the deepest part of the pool before reaching the waterfall. 

The falling water actually landed on a wide ledge of rock at the edge of the pool, so Conan climbed out of the water and stood beneath the cool spray of the water. While the rest of his body was hidden behind the curtain of the waterfall, his enormously erect cock protruded through the falls, parting the waters and jutting out over the pool. Conan grabbed the soap and scrub brush from the pail located on the ledge, and started cleaning the grime of several weeks of travel from his massively muscular body. 

The big muscle monster took his time, enjoying the luxury of the fragrant soap and the idyllic grotto. When the rest of his body was clean, the young man brought the soap to bear on his enormous horse cock and pendulous bull balls. 

“Uuuunnnhhh,” Conan moaned as his soap slick hands stroked up and down the tremendous length of his huge cock. It had been many days since he blew his last load, and his balls were bloated and churning with gallons of baby batter. 

“Aaaaawwwww...unnnh.” he moaned again as he started slowly jacking himself off. He was so horny he needed to blow off now, or he would never get any rest. His freed one hand from his cock to start to massage and squeeze one of his humungous pecs. His hand went to the weighty underside of the huge muscle and started pushing the slab of meat up and letting it bounce back, his index finger teasing his nipple with every pass. 

After just ten minutes of jacking his huge bull cock, and Conan was already nearing climax. His mind drifted to the maidens at the luncheon feast, and their slender hands stroking his huge muscles. The thought turned his huge fist into a piston, which starting jacking his mammoth phallus even faster. His massive balls were now bouncing around almost violently in their huge sac due to the fisting action on his cock, smacking roughly against his pistoning fist and then the flat rock in a staccato rhythm. Long streamers of precum were now dripping from his rampant cock, and it was clear he was about to blow his hero seed. 

“AAAHHHhhnnnn!! Oooohhhhhh!” he moaned in a heavy pant. He was nearly there, his heavily muscled body pushing his crotch further forward as he prepared to blast his pent up load. 

Conan used his free hand to grip around the base of his massive bull balls, and then he tugged down on his huge nuggies, hard, instantly doubling their already tremendous dangle to over 8 amazing inches. Any other man's balls would have been instantly torn from his crotch, but Conan's gigantic balls were as tough and hardened as the rest of his glorious body. Not only did Conan's balls endure the extraordinary stretch, but the pressure of having his balls squeezed to the bottom of his scrotum had the young bull stud on the verge of blowing his load. 

The huge hand gripping his bloated balls clutched as much of the thick ball meat as it could, and started to squeeze. Harder. And harder! And harder STILL!! Conan's incredibly dense and awesomely tough balls were actually deforming in his hand, bending around his clutching fingers as they attempted to dig into the very heart of his giant gonads. The pain was tremendous, but was far outweighed by the pleasure that now coursed through Conan's fantastically muscular body. 

“GAAAAAAHHHHH!!!” Conan bellowed as the ball bursting squeeze drove him over the edge. 

Conan's humongous cock lurch once, twice, and then once more, and then began to jettison an almighty load of pearlescent stud cum. Conan watched in orgasmic bliss through the curtain of water as his cock spewed out massive rope after massive rope of his impossibly thick man juice. He bucked his hips in time to his throbbing cock, and continued to clench down on his screaming bull balls as his cock continued to spew and spew and spew massive wads of cum. 

The stud's mighty orgasm went on and on for over a minute as his cock blasted out dozens and dozens of huge slugs of cum. It was an orgasm beyond the realm of mortal man, a titanic deluge of sperm that was completely and utterly super human. The mighty young stud had already pumped out more of his incredibly potent spunk than it seemed possible to store in balls even of Conan’s gargantuan size, and yet he was still going strong. 

Finally, the epic, cataclysmic orgasm began to ebb until only the dregs of his monumental load were burping from his rock solid cock. Conan finally released the choke hold on his quivering bull nuts, and used both hands to squeeze and drain the last thick slugs of cum from his mighty fuck cannon. He was finally spent -- for the moment at least -- and wanted to go back to his room and rest before heading out to the wizard's fortress. 

Conan stepped out from behind the waterfall, his spectacular naked form glistening with water and vitality, and he could see that he had made quite the mess of the lovely grotto. The pool itself was murky with what had to be several gallons of prime barbarian jizz swirling in its depths. Even more astoundingly, the ferns and other plants that grew along the pool's edge were also festooned with thick ropes and sticky strings of his male effluvium. The far shore of the pool was at least 40 feet away from the waterfall, yet the power and sheer might of Conan's cock was such that his fuck cannon propelled his cum clear across the pool and into the foliage beyond. Even Conan was impressed with the mess, and made a mental note to himself to drain his massive and overactive bull balls more frequently in the future. Clearly a fortnight was far too long to leave his mighty sperm tanks untapped. 

Conan idly wondered with a grin on his handsome face what the next villager to visit the grotto would think when they saw and smelled the thick, rich funk coating the grotto’s banks. At least the waterfall should clear out the pool in the next couple of hours or so, but it would take a good rainstorm or two to wash the plants and river bank clean. 

Conan gathered up his clothes and began the climb back up the stairs, his still rock hard cock jutting proudly before him and dripping the last of his massive load. He was definitely looking forward to a few hours of sleep on a real bed...

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The wizard looked up from his magical font with a look of pure joy and excitement on his pinched and unattractive face. His magical pool had discovered and located the powerful and beautiful young warrior as he was descending to the hidden grotto, and the wizard had watched in utter lustful amazement as this paragon of masculinity pounded out the largest load ever produced by man or beast. The wizard doubted that 100 normal man could produce in an entire year of constant milking as much cum as this monstrously muscular and hung young stud had produced in that one magnificent orgasm! The wizard was so overcome with lust and joy at this discovery that he didn't even notice the wet spot spreading in the crotch of his robes, for he had spontaneously cum without even touching himself at the mere sight of this incredibly gifted young man. 

The mighty wizard knew that the barbarian warrior would soon be heading his way, and so he began excited preparations for the young man's arrival. The wicked sorcerer knew that his search was finally over, and that the perfect man, the man he had been trying so desperately to find for these past thousands of years, would soon be arriving at his very door. 

And when he did, the evil wizard intended to capture and enslave the young man as his sex slave, breeding him like the stud bull he was and draining him of his male essence before eventually sacrificing him in the ceremony that would award him eternal youth and beauty. The sorcerer gleefully began laying the traps that would ensnare this paragon of man. 

TO BE CONTINUED…