Showing posts with label Monster. Show all posts
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Sunday, April 25, 2021

Sam vs. Skum

Thank you all for patiently awaiting my next story! This one is a one-off story, no additional chapters and no plans for one either. You'll understand why once you reach the end of the story. :) 

Though if you guys can come up with a creative way to continue this story, I'm all ears! 

Enjoy!

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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. 

Saturday, January 23, 2021

Alok vs. The Assassin Vine

Happy Saturday everyone! 

This next story is borrowed and adapted from the Tuff Snuff website. The original author usually ends his stories with the death of the hunky hero, but I like trying to find creative and erotic ways to allow them to survive. So I've extensively expanded the original story, and developed my own ending for handsome and supremely hunky young Alok, which could even be a springboard to future stories. 

And before you ask, no, I currently have no intentions of writing a sequel to this story... though I'm ALWAYS open to other people's ideas and attempts at their own sequel! :)

--Jayse

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Alok vs. The Assassin Vine

Based on a story titled “Urdin vs. The Assassin Vine” by Tuff Snuff


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Alok silently watched his prey from above, hidden behind some large boulders, listening over the roar of a nearby waterfall. His targets, a pair of large, well-armed and armored, and well-built orc guards, stood watch over the entrance of the mountainside cave that served as their hideout. Alok raked their bodies with his sharp and clever blue eyes, mapping every vulnerability and weak spot he could find in the hairy, green-skinned orcs and their heavy, metal armor. The young human knew every strength and weakness of the beastial orc species, and knew just where to strike to kill one. This knowledge had been drilled into his head ever since he was old enough to hold a club, and the blond-haired lad had trained his whole life to defend his people from the marauding creatures. 


Alok’s world was a harsh place, where survival took great skill, strength, wit, and luck. Such had not always been the case. Oral histories told of a time when humans were the only intelligent creatures inhabiting their world, and that they had built great civilizations that spanned nearly the entire globe. But when the orcs mysteriously arrived, coming down from the heavens in their great metal birds, the peaceful humans were quickly overrun. Most were slaughtered in the first few years of the invasion, their civilizations utterly destroyed, and the bulk of the survivors became cattle for their orcish overlords, little more than beasts of burden and a source of fresh meat for the voracious orcish appetites. Only a fraction of the human population remained free on the planet, reduced to a Stone Age level of technology and living a hardscrabble existence in some of the most inhospitable areas of the world. 


Young Alok’s people were such a tribe, living in a remote northern steppe virtually devoid of water and vegetation. They had survived by staying hidden from the orcish conquerors for millennia, living a nomadic existence and eking out a bare living in the sparse wasteland. Only the strongest survived in such a harsh and unforgiving land, and after many hundreds of years, only the very strongest of humans had endured, making Alok and his fellow brothers and sisters true paragons of their species. 


But now, the feared and fearsome orcs had arrived in their territory, and worse, they had occupied the ancient caves located at the headwaters of the only reliable river in the entire region, the lifeblood of the nomadic humans of the steppe. The humans knew that they had no choice but to fight back against their invaders, despite the risk of making their presence known, and they had selected their strongest and bravest warrior to try to repel the orc scouting party. 


Even among the tall, strong, and powerful people of the steppe, Alok was a truly exceptional human specimen. Though he had barely reached adulthood, Alok was already the largest and most muscular man in the entire tribe, and he was growing bigger and stronger all the time. The young muscle bull was a giant among his people, standing a full 6 feet, 8 inches tall, making him nearly as tall as the average orc, with shoulders that were well over a yard wide and a body that was extraordinarily packed with dense and striated muscle. In fact, Alok girded his awesome, massive frame with some of the most colossal muscles ever to grace the human form, with a tremendously thick bull-like neck, a truly gargantuan chest, enormous rounded shoulders sporting titanic, 32-inch upper arms and thick, 25-inch, muscle-corded forearms. His legs were just as heroically huge, with monstrously muscular thighs and thick, bulging calves, capable of both lifting terrifically heavy objects and of propelling his running form at a fantastic pace. 


At the same time, Alok’s lean existence meant that he had hardly an ounce of fat anywhere on his monstrously muscular body. His goliath muscles were therefore shredded and defined almost beyond belief, with even his slightest movements resulting in a majestic dance of muscles. He also possessed a jaw-dropping chest to waist ratio, with a stunningly dramatic taper from his broad shoulders, massive chest, and flaring lats down to a tight and chiseled waist that was only a bare couple of inches larger than his almighty upper arms. 


Alok was as phenomenally strong as his was titanically huge, and he had used his heroic strength countless times to save his people from beasts and other threats in the past. But now he was about to face his greatest foes yet, the legendary bane of his people — the dreaded orcs! 


“Hold on a second,” the slightly smaller, bald orc spoke. “I need to take a piss.” Alok peered his blond head down from the rock face above the cave, and watched as one guard strolled away toward a boulder near the cave mouth. The orc concealed his lower half behind it with his back turned to his companion, and whistled a tune.


Finding his opportunity, Alok sprang into action, his coiled muscles ready to pounce. The young man was clad only in a skimpy leather loincloth and hide boots, exposing the rest of his phenomenally muscular body to the elements. His skin had been tanned a deep golden brown by the sun, allowing him to blend well with the duns and browns of the rugged and sere landscape. He stealthily positioned himself above the remaining guard, gripped the rocky cliff face, and slowly lowered himself downward. Despite weighing just shy of a quarter TON of rock solid muscle, Alok had the controlled and precise movements of a predator, and he was able to hold his massive weight suspended over the cave entrance with ease. 


When he came close enough and the remaining orc was in position, Alok threw his massive thighs around the guard’s head, and lifted the hairy beast into the air. The tall and heavily armor-clad orc weighed even more than Alok himself, and the young hero’s corrugated abdomen flexed into extraordinary relief with the effort of keeping both of their struggling bodies suspended in the air. The muscular green brute gasped reflexively and clutched at Alok’s huge calves, but before he could warn his ally, Alok twisted his skull up and to the side. There was a sharp, muffled pop, and the guard became dead weight, motionless, silent, and heavy.


Though the waterfall could muffle nearly any noise, Alok took no chances. He held the orc’s limp body between his massive legs and, trembling slightly from exertion, slowly lowered both the guard and himself quietly to the ground. The pissing orc was none the wiser. As soon as his hide boots touched the ground, Alok bounded towards his remaining target, crouched like a feline stalking his prey. 


Alok was slightly shorter than the average orc, but he more than made up for it with sheer mass and truly fearsome strength. The blond-haired human was without armor and without weapons, unlike his orc enemies, yet the young muscle man was utterly fearless and deadly as he rapidly approached the remaining orc guard. 


“So what do you think about the new…” the orc began as he casually glanced over his shoulder. He yelped and jumped with fright when he spotted Alok a mere few feet away, already reaching toward him. The guard spun around and opened his mouth to cry the alarm, but Alok’s big hand covered it before he could make a sound. The young human pounced on the surprised orc in an instant, toppling both combatants to the ground. Though the orc thrashed and fought wildly, the green-skinned beast quickly found himself overpowered, the nearly naked human sitting on his armored chest and his arms pinned to the ground. 


Alok didn’t give the orc a chance to gather his senses or fight back. Keeping one hand covering the enemy’s mouth to keep him from calling for help, Alok wrapped his other big hand around the creature’s exposed windpipe and started to squeeze. The orc gagged, choking out the orc equivalent of “Fuck!” while his face contorted in agony and desperation. He violently resisted, kicking the air and clawing Alok’s naked flanks and thighs, fearful that he would be slowly and painfully strangled. Unknown to the guard, though, Alok had no plans to wait that long.


The mighty warrior grabbed a large nearby loose stone and sharply clobbered the orc on the side of his head. Orcs had very thick skulls, so a blow that would have instantly killed most beasts merely stunned the thrashing sentry, so Alok drew up his powerful, muscle-corded arm and delivered a second devastating blow, followed by a third, each time striking the struggling orc in the weakest spot of his head, his temple. When he felt the skull soften and crack on the fourth blow, Alok knew he was finished. Back ichor stained the ground and oozed from the side of the orc’s crushed skull. 


He glanced about, and when he saw that he was still alone, Alok rose and bounded once again back to the dead guard at the cave’s mouth. Though the first muscular guard he killed was heavy and lifeless, Alok quickly lifted his corpse onto his massive shoulders and carried it behind the boulder, dropping his body with that of his companion. The brute’s head fell to the side at an unnatural angle, making the cause of his demise immediately evident. Alok was quite proud of his handiwork, having finally killed his very first orcs. He was also amused that the larger thug’s hand had fallen on the smaller one’s crotch, where the guard’s large and flaccid green dick still dangled out of his armored pants.


With both guards dead and their bodies temporarily hidden, Alok entered the cave, crouching down and sticking close to the left wall. The cave tunnel was at least fifteen feet wide, but narrowed somewhat as it went on. Alok detected the occasional scent of orc musk and cooking meat, but his sense of smell was mostly drowned in the odor of mud and mold and decay. The warrior soon encountered a fork in the tunnel, with two smaller openings that branched apart. The left was dark, illuminated only by the dim light of the now-distant sun, while the right showed the dancing orange light of a torch or campfire and and the shadow of a mohawked orc’s head and shoulders.


Alok decided to explore the left fork. He wasn’t certain how many orcs there would be, and wondered if the dark tunnel would offer either a place to hide and await a patrol or allow him a better angle on guards further on. Though he suspected the orcs found no use for the tunnel, judging by the lack of tracks in the thick mud, he stepped from stone to stone to avoid leaving footprints just in case. As he delved deeper, he began to regret his decision. The tunnel became almost prohibitively dark, forcing Alok to slow his trek to allow his eyes to adjust. Considering that orcs required a quarter the light that a human needed to see, this arrangement did not please the burly young behemoth.


Alok’s fingers touched something cold and muddy on the wall. He peered at it, and found the edges of a large sheet, a sheet of burlap completely coated with fresh mud. Confused, he reached his hand behind it cautiously, but found only rock. It wasn’t hiding anything. He decided that it must be some kind of laundry or attempt at decoration, and crept onward.


Around the next bend, nestled in a man-sized crevice on the right wall, was something even more interesting than a muddy sheet — a human skeleton slumped in a seated position. Alok glanced about cautiously, suspicious of traps or ambushes. Seeing the tunnel abandoned, he hurried over to the body. It was almost completely decomposed, but still had some rot left on its muddy bones. Alok searched it, but found no weapons or other possessions. 


The barbarian attempted to discern the cause of the man’s death, but found no clues. There were no broken bones, no scars or scrapes to indicate he was stabbed. Alok surmised from the lack of wounds that the man must have been disarmed and then choked to death. Though the body made it clear that he was not the first to attempt to navigate this passage, he felt confident that he would be the last. He would succeed where this nameless warrior had failed. The size of the skeleton indicated that the dead man had not been nearly as large as Alok, and the hugely muscular warrior also imagined that he had not been as clever. Alok had no weapons to be robbed of, after all, and was too strong to be overpowered by a orc with such a simple hold. He silently made a pact with himself; should he encounter a orc brawler, Alok would prove himself by strangling him instead.


As if summoned by his thoughts, something cold and rough slid around Alok’s tremendously thick neck. He gasped and jumped to his feet, snatching at the garrote. It was almost two inches thick and covered in a papery bark, and already a second coil had joined the first wrapping around his throat. The big man thrashed and twisted about, attempting to throw off or trip up his attacker, but found the tunnel empty. As he stared in confusion, clawing at the vine which applied a third coil despite his struggles, he saw thin shapes dancing in the darkness —  roots and vines from the ceiling above, which moved of their own accord. Whatever killed that man, Alok realized, was no orc.


The vine tugged on Alok, pulling him like a collared slave away from the wall. He resisted, but his defiance only served to tighten the hold on his neck. He grabbed the vine’s body with both hands, as if playing tug-of-war, and yanked it, but it was embedded too firmly in the ceiling. It continued pulling him, and the huge bull of a man begin to slide inexorably toward the center of the tunnel. 


Suddenly, a glint of metal caught Alok’s eye, the tip of what he took as a knife pommel submerged almost completely in the wet earth. Desperate, Alok threw himself at it, but the vine provided no slack. He clambered to the weapon on his hands and knees, and stretched his thickly muscled arm so far as to cause himself pain, but only the tips of his fingers could contact the cold metal. He felt fear welling up inside him. Alok flailed one hand at the blade, sitting on his knees and tugging on the vine with his other hand. The harder he reached, the more frantic he became upon failing. Though his attacker could no longer pull on his neck, the vine continued to slide through itself like a snake, slowly squeezing the human’s tremendously thick and muscular airway. Alok strained just to wheeze, and most attempts to inhale were stifled as gags and snorts.


He couldn’t endure it any longer. Alok’s strong fingers tore at the vine, digging between the bark and his skin to ease the choking pressure. As if it had been waiting for just such a moment, the vine immediately resumed its pull, jerking Alok violently backwards, lifting the nearly 500 pound muscle man like he weighed almost nothing. The barbarian’s heroically wide and densely muscled back hit the dirt with a subdued and earthy splash. The roots, far stronger than their two-inch diameter would indicate, began to drag Alok’s bulk along the soggy ground. He kicked and wrestled with it, trying in vain to stand, but he could do nothing but watch as the partially buried blade became more and more distant.


To Alok’s horror, the plant started to lift him into the air, putting his own impressive mass to work against him. The young hero used his cat-like reflexes to hurriedly clamp his hands around the root and heave himself to his feet with a grunt. For a moment, the pressure subsided, and Alok took the chance to fight back. He punched at the vine, wrung it in his meaty and muscular hands, and even threw himself against its pull in a fruitless attempt to rip it from the ceiling. He only managed to dislodge a few rocks and a cloud of dirt, which fell to the muddy floor with muffled thuds.


The bark of a another root scraped against Alok’s naked, mud-glazed back, exploring the deep valley between his bulging and powerful shoulders. He swore and tried to duck away, but yet another vine caressed his elbow. Alok began to panic, fighting for every rapid, shallow breath; he still battled against the first vines, and yet he could see over a dozen in the near darkness reaching toward him, each one alien and murderous. He avoided them as long as he could, but the fingers of the monstrous plant soon found him in its snare. They stroked him lightly, seemingly unsure of him. Alok suddenly froze, not daring to move, hoping silently that the vine would release his throat.


In an instant, the central vine rose sharply, viciously wrenching its prey into the air. Alok’s heart skipped a beat when his airway closed, then pounded like a war drum when his boots rose off the ground, leaving his thick and sturdy bull neck to support all nearly 500 pounds of his meaty, massive, and magnificent form. The weight of his own heroic bulk was simply too much; aside from the aching agony of his crushed and stretched windpipe, the pressure in his skull threatened to knock him unconscious, while his vision and thoughts blurred and swam with dizziness.


All concepts of tactics and coordination drowned in the primal panic of Alok’s hanging. He swung his powerful arms through the air, grasping for a rock or ledge to which he could cling, but he found as many handholds as his kicking feet found footholds. His youthful and breathtakingly handsome face became pained, flushed, and red, and his frantically searching eyes turned bloodshot. When his mud-caked palms slapped and clutched the bark-covered tendril above him, Alok, merely moments away from unconsciousness, poured all of his strength into his enormously thick and bulging arms. The barbarian hoisted himself up, relieving the pressure from his neck. He immediately began coughing and gagging loudly and gutturally, each breath hindered by the coils of the vine. The thought of being discovered never crossed his mind; he was simply happy at that moment to breathe.


The abrasive touch of other tendrils made Alok gasp. He tried swatting them away, but found that he couldn’t fight them off and hold himself up at the same time. He grimaced and winced as they slid along his exposed skin. The first began prodding his back, but slid to the side. Another looped silently through his blond-haired armpit and across his mammoth tanned chest before exploring the deep valley between his gigantic, barrel-like pecs. It descended over the sweat-slick cobblestone’s of his prominent and chiseled abdominal muscles, undulating left and right like a snake. A second vine traced a similar path between his mud-caked shoulder blades and down the small of his muscular back.


Alok could do nothing but cling to the main root, guessing and fearing what might happen next. A pair of smaller vines, only a half-inch in thickness, snaked down his arms. They slid gently along the grooves between Alok’s ox-like muscles, like the slender fingers of a woman admiring his extraordinarily massive and muscular body. They soon encountered his flexed and trembling biceps, pumped and swollen with their straining efforts to even larger than their normal 32-inch size. The vines began to coil like tiny constrictor snakes, and though the tendrils were thin and appeared weak, they wound themselves tightly, crushing his mountainous upper arms in a mass of woody vines. Alok gritted his teeth, but endured the pain — his life depended on it.


Alok’s hopes began to sink as the plant sent in more and more tendrils. Some began exploring his massive thighs, others strangled his bulging calves. They were everywhere, beginning to encase his entire body in an open net of woody vines. They moved along his skin and groped him like a slaveowner inspecting his newest purchase, as the vines behaved like they owned him. To resist would be to hang, and the more Alok’s arms ached and burned, the more he realized he was out of options. 


He stared upwards into the inky darkness as another tendril slid down over his heaving chest and his chiseled gut and and snaked beneath his loincloth. He bit his lip as its cold, scratchy skin scraped around the thick base of his huge, uncut cock. He cried out in despair as it tightened, all but crushing the root of his proud penis. 


Another vine slid behind him followed his spine down to his round, muscular, meaty ass and slithered silently beneath his leather loincloth. He could feel it snaking between his deeply striated, muscular cheeks, and he wanted desperately to stop it, for he feared he knew where it was headed. He clenched his massive glutes, but the vine was persistent. As it worked its way into the deep cleft between his huge cheeks, past his last defense and to his hole, the brave and rugged young warrior broke down into quiet tears.


The handsome blond bull roared in pain as the plant violated him. The two-inch thick bark-covered tendril penetrated his ass, sliding and scraping deeper into Alok’s body. He could feel every invading inch as it explored him, twisting and turning inside his narrow passages, plugging his hole completely. Despite the threat of death and the agony of a pain he had never felt before, Alok’s dick tingled and swelled. The crushing hold of the plant around the very root of his cock made this experience extremely painful, but after half a dozen heart beats, Alok’s loincloth began to tent forward with a truly enormous erection. 


The human males of the dry steppe were hung uncommonly large for their species, but Alok’s mighty genitals were massive even by the lofty standards his own tribe, and his skimpy leather loincloth couldn’t hope to contain the muscular behemoth’s full-grown boner. With a muffled ripping and tearing sound, Alok’s powerful cock sundered the loincloth, allowing the massive organ to spring free and slap against his uppermost abs with a dull and meaty thump. The young man’s huge balls tumbled forth as well, freed from their leather prison, and hung freely in the moist open air, swaying slowly and ponderously between his colossally muscular thighs as the young man continued to struggle. Alok’s titanic testicles were every bit a match for the rest of his enormous and powerful body, two dense oblong spheres the size of small melons, a pair of fantastically tough and virile seed pods built for long endurance. 


The thick vine crushing the base of Alok’s mammoth, majestic cock forced it to grow larger and harder than it had ever been before, forcing more and more blood to bloat its spongy tissues until it was harder than stone. The young man’s penis shaft was vein-gnarled even when flaccid, but now that it was terminally hard, these veins bulged and pulsed like thick purple snakes, looking like they would burst out of his skin at any moment. His thick hood of foreskin was now painfully retracted, exposing the huge, fist-sized glans that topped the young warrior’s magnificent penis, the helmet-shaped head rapidly turning purple with congested blood. 


Additional slender tendrils meanwhile had snaked down from above and encircled the base of Alok’s mighty testicles. More and more coils wrapped themselves around his huge gonads, stretching them farther and farther away from his body, making the huge orbs bulge and darken as their blood supply was steadily choked off, much like at his thick and bull-like neck. The strain on Alok’s nuts became so intense that large veins began to erupt all over their great curved shapes, and the young man was certain that they would snap and rip right off his body at any moment. Indeed, any lesser man’s bollocks would have indeed been ripped from his body in short order, nut cords and cables torn from their moorings, but the handsome young warrior’s massive testes were as tough as they were huge, and they continued to endure. At least for now. 


A pair of thin vines, much like those crushing Alok’s biceps, descended and coiled around his densely muscle-corded forearms. They began to constrict and retract, tugging on his thick wrists. He held on with all his might, his arms viciously squeezed and his body brutally violated, but even this mighty young bull had his limits. The slender vines eventually tore his hands away from the central garrote vines, and Alok found himself once again suspended almost completely by his neck. He thrashed and squirmed like a beast possessed, but the multitude of vines maintained their hold. He sputtered and choked, reaching for something to save him. His blue eyes bulged and his vision blurred. His face turned from deep red to almost purple, and his struggles weakened and became disorganized. After a full minute strangling on his own massive physique, the tribe’s mighty hero began to slip into a hypoxic sleep.


Alok jolted awake suddenly, spurred by his feral instincts. ‘I’m not dying,’ he commanded himself. ‘Not now. Not here. Not today.’ He fought and kicked with renewed vigor, gaining a second wind, ignoring the pain of the crushing vines and the one deeply invading his muscular ass. Every muscle and fiber of his being worked toward one goal — gaining life-giving air. He flexed his gigantic biceps with all his might, and after a few seconds of vein-bulging strain and a gurgled roar, Alok began to snap the slender vines wrapped around his meaty peaks. First one coil, then a second, then more. Alok became a monster of rage and muscle, powered only by his will to live. He ripped his upper arms free, and yanked and jerked violently at the roots holding his wrists. 


After a few moments, Alok’s large fists came free, and immediately took hold of the central tendril. He tried to pull himself up, trembling from the effort, but his bruised biceps had nothing left. His once rock-solid muscles had been squeezed and crushed to near uselessness, and the mighty effort of breaking free had exhausted his reserves of strength. Still choking, Alok switched tactics. He twisted and warped the vine, but it was pulled too taught to bend. He tried punching it, but each strike only pulled it tighter around his throat. The burning need for air became a tangible pain, and Alok’s second wind began to crumble into a feral panic. 


Alok clawed and groped at his attacker, madly searching for a weakness. Within moments he was flailing and swinging his arms, silently gasping like a fish out of water. He could barely think or feel. The rough tendril raping his asshole no longer mattered. The vine choking the thick base of his titanic, rampant penis no longer mattered. The slender ropes wrapped tightly around his swollen and now blueish-purple testicles no longer mattered. His mission no longer mattered. The only thing Alok could think about was air. His bloodshot eyes rolled to the back of his head, which was now a deep purple, and his achingly handsome face relaxed into an almost peaceful, emotionless mask. All he could muster was a weak sneer, overshadowed by a purple tongue that hung limply from his mouth and a line of foamy drool that dribbled down his chin and onto his broad, meaty pecs as if he were an overworked farm animal.


Alok’s fingers scraped and picked at the coils embedded in his muscular neck, tearing chunks of bark away, but the root remained tight. Finally, his muddy fingers slowly stopped clawing, then slid down his chest to dangle limply at his sides. The brute’s gargantuan muscles twitched and seized, causing his massive form to sway ponderously from the vines overhead. In just a few more moments, his lungs would no longer struggle to breathe, and his heart would no longer pound out his mighty warrior’s rhythm. The fight was at an end.


Some deep-seated survival instinct, coupled with the vine’s rough abrasion against his swollen prostate and the ungentle treatment of the young warrior’s massive cock and balls, suddenly kicked in, and Alok’s entire magnificent form was rocked by a final, violent orgasm. It was his dying body’s desperate attempt to fertilize something, anything, before life left his mighty body. 


With the vines and tendrils wrapped so tightly around the neck of his horribly overstretched scrotum and the base of his mighty phallus, Alok’s final, massive load of cum looked like it would remain locked inside his huge purple bollocks forever. But the strangling vines didn’t account for the heroically powerful virility possessed by the handsome young warrior, and the desperation of his release. The massive thunderhead of his cum load squeezed its way past the multiple coils of tendrils wrapped so tightly around his ball cords, pumped quickly through his internal plumbing, then built up as an enormous beachhead of spunk right behind the vines constricting the root of his almost hideously bloated and distended cock. The pressure steadily building behind that colossal cum load was fantastic, and the thick, rough vines wrapped so tightly around the base of Alok’s cock shaft began to groan and strain against the growing pressure. Loud and sharp cracking sounds echoed in the tunnel as the strangling vine began to fail under the monstrous pressure, and with one final loud snap, the coils around the base of Alok’s cock shattered, releasing his bound cock and the enormous load of cum trapped within the young warrior’s loins. 


The first, utterly gigantic geyser of cum was a single, pulsating blast of sperm that lasted for more than 15 solid seconds, literally spraying the far wall of the rocky tunnel with the young man’s fantastically thick and chunky sperm like it was being shot out of some sort of high powered garden hose. Alok’s powerfully throbbing cock caused the great deluge of virility to slash and spray in every direction, including spurting enormous ropes of the clotted and viscous stuff all over the young man’s own mammoth chest and corrugated belly. Only after the first 15 seconds ticked by did Alok’s orgasm begin to separate into separate but still massive salvos of nut sludge, and it was clear that this was going to be an epic cum load for the ages. 


Alok’s enormous body shuddered and spasmodically quivered throughout his final orgasm, the handsome young lad essentially unconscious as his dying body thundered out probably the single greatest cum load of his tragically short life. Even as his heart rate slowed and his mind dimmed, his heavy, manly loins kept pumping out pulse after pulse after enormous pulse of his lush and potent seed, coating the walls and floor of the dark, dank tunnel with countless thick slugs of his precious cum. 


Some of Alok’s thick and viscous cum splashed up onto his bullish neck, coating the vines which were even then finishing the task of strangling the heroic hunk to death. As the lad’s warrior jizz soaked through the tough bark of those vines, however, something amazing happened. As the young stud cream flowed into the vine’s interior, the murderous plant immediately realized that it had discovered a fantastically potent and rich food source. It instantly sent dozens of vines and tendrils shooting out in front of the spurting stud, trying to catch as much of the violent and copious spray of nutrient-rich spunk that it could. 


The deadly plant, known as an Assassin Vine by the orcs who had brought the carnivorous species with them from their home world, typically killed its prey and the sucked the nutrients from its corpse. In fact, it had never been known to spare a victim before. So it was unprecedented when when the creature snaked some thick vines down through its captive’s armpits to suspend its unusually heavy and bulky weight as it relaxed its grip on the captive’s thick and muscular neck. 


The reprieve came just in time. Even though young Alok was completely unconscious at this point, his oxygen-starved body took a huge, shuddering breath, and the almost deadly purple color of the lad’s handsome face quickly began to fade to a healthy shade. Thick vines still remained wrapped around Alok’s bullish neck, but they were no longer choking him, allowing the exhausted stud to finally breathe freely, his handsome, blond-haired head lolling forward and drooling onto his massive, semen-drenched chest. Small, rhythmic shudders continued to wrack the lad’s insanely muscular body as his colossal cock pounded out the remainder of his epic load. 


Not until the final dregs of nut sludge dripped and oozed from Alok’s dilated piss slit many minutes later did the creature finally relent and partially loosen its strangle hold on the young man’s huge, dark purple nuts. The lad’s titanic testicles had grown positively cold from being choked off from their customary blood supply for so long, and had come dangerously close to perishing as well, but as fresh blood now washed through them, their dark color quickly faded, and warmth and life returned to the starved tissues. 


In the end, the young man’s own herculean virility was what saved his life. When the carnivorous creature discovered that the huge muscle beast was capable of supplying such a nutrient rich broth of proteins and electrolytes, the plant realized that instead of killing its prey, it could keep it hostage and periodically milk it of its life-giving essence. Even now, the creature was sending dozens of hungry tentacles caressing over the young man’s colossal muscles, gently scraping the many thick slugs of man seed off of his flawless golden skin. The deluge of spunk was providing a feast unlike anything that the creature had ever experienced before, and it was soon glutted and satiated on its repast, growing torpid with satisfaction. 


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An orc soldier, covered by a cold, muddy burlap sheet to hide him from the vine’s heat sensing tendrils, was the first to discover the intruder a few hours later. He found the massively muscular  behemoth dangling by his shoulders and neck, hide-clad feet just a few mere inches from the muddy ground, with broad boulder shoulders, a colossal chest, and enormously muscular arms befitting a man who overpowered and killed two of their best guards. The whole section of tunnel reeked of male sex, and an incredulous orc soon realized that the creamy white glazing covering an entire section of dirt and stone wall and making a gelatinous mess all over the muddy floor had indeed been produced by the mighty human male dangling before him. 


The orc also then noticed the sheer size of the titanically muscular male’s dangling genitals, and his bushy eyebrows shot up even higher. Alok’s mighty bull cock, even in its current limp and flaccid state, was larger than most orc penises at full mast, and his massive, low-hanging bollocks, still loosely choked by half a dozen slender vines, were bigger than anything the shocked and surprised orc had seen before! No WONDER there was so much cooling splooge coating every surface within a dozen feet of the dangling muscle stud! 


Most incredible of all was the realization that the bound muscle bull was still ALIVE! Though he at first appeared limp and lifeless, the slow and steady rise and fall of the blond man’s massive, magnificent chest confirmed that life still flowed within the mighty male. The young human was unconscious, and clearly had been through a terrific struggle with the Assassin Vine, but for some unknown reason the creature hadn’t killed him! 


The sentry’s report quickly drew more than a dozen other soldiers, who formed a small crowd around the bound and dangling muscle man. They muttered surprise and grudging admiration for the young human’s gargantuan size and staggeringly enormous musculature. They laughed and gawked at his ridiculously oversized manhood, partially strangled by the vines, and the thick vine still penetrating his muscled ass. They had never seen a human male of such prodigious size before, nor had they ever before seen their carnivorous sentry capture its prey alive. They joked that the creature must ‘like’ the handsome, muscular, and enormously hung young human to spare his life. 


It wasn’t until the platoon’s botanist and Assassin Vine specialist was called to the scene that they learned the truth — that the creature had discovered a rich and plentiful nutrition source, and had chosen to capture and ‘milk’ its prey instead of killing it outright. 


The specialist was able to use a special chemical compound to cause the many vines to retract into the ceiling and release its muscular prey. The unconscious human male was then tightly bound and carried unceremoniously into the heart of their underground compound, where the soldiers petitioned the platoon sergeant about what to do with the captive man. 


A minority of the orcs, headed by the science team, wanted to bring the captive male back to one of the main cities, to study him and add him to the breeding stock. They argued that such an enormous and gifted male would be able to pass on his many genetic gifts to his offspring, creating a bigger, stronger, beefier — and more delicious — slave population. 


A majority of the orcs, however, angered by the killing of two of their comrades by a hated human, wanted revenge on the blond muscle stud. They argued that the young male should be brutally tortured and punished, violently unmanned and slowly killed, with his flesh consumed by the rest of the platoon. They demanded justice for the loss of two of their own… and they were eager to try the young male’s beefy and succulent meat. 


The platoon sergeant heard both arguments, and came up with a clever compromise. The soldiers would be allowed to torture and punish the young, muscle-bound human for an entire week, but they would not be allowed to permanently injure or kill him. At the end of that week, the science team would be allowed to transport the new slave back to the nearest city for study, and for incorporation into the breeding program. The sergeant gave a particular and stern admonition regarding permanently damaging the prisoner’s massive genitals, which would make him useless for the breeding program, and promised harsh punishments for any orcs who disobeyed. 


The majority of the soldiers were at first disappointed with this decision, and considered taking the law into their own hands in regard to the prisoner. They particularly wanted to torture and destroy his astoundingly massive cock and balls, as they were both fascinated and jealous of the young human’s extraordinary sexual endowment. But as they were soon to learn, Alok was so astoundingly sturdy and tough that there would be very few limits on what punishments they could inflict on the powerful young captive, even his mighty cock and balls. 


When Alok awoke, he would have a very painful and brutal week ahead of him, followed by brutal enslavement within the human breeding pens. Worse, the handsome blond lad would soon come to realize that his failure to eradicate the orc incursion would lead to the discovery of a hidden tribe of humans in the dry northern steppe. It would only be a matter of time before the orc armies hunted down and enslaved all of Alok’s people, forcing them into enslavement and worse. Humanity’s final hopes appeared to be fading…