Conan the Conquered The sounds of cheers and chants rose fr..

Conan the Conquered The sounds of cheers and chants rose from the streets of the capital to the high, elegant towels of the palace. “Conan, Conan,” chants traveled into the royal apartments. The ancient sorcerer lifted his long flowing robes and walked onto the open terraces to witness the return of Conan the king, the conqueror, returning from conquering let another city state that dared to stand opposed to him. No country could stand in Conan’s and his armies’ way. He brought unbelievable riches and numerous male slaves to the city with each conquest. The sorcerer smiled as he saw the King riding his magnificent stallion through the streets. Flowers were raining down on the proud King’s head. The sorcerer remembers the first time he saw Conan as a mere boy in the distant northern village. The sorcerer was a younger man when he accompanied the Serpent raiders to the north for its fine crafted weapons and new male slaves to sacrifice to their god. The north was known for the masculine beauty of its men. After conquering each village, the raiders rounded up the surviving males and chose the most handsome surviving warriors. Upon returning to the serpent temple in the south, the former warriors were fucked on the gods’ stone phallus. According to legend, if the gods were pleased with the tightest of the former warriors, the gods would come to life. When the sorcerer saw the boy Conan, he could sense something in him, something great and powerful. The boy had just witnessed the murder of his mother and father, the chief of his village, and his older brothers fucked by the Serpent king and his men, and yet the boy was brave. The sorcerer used his influence on the serpent king to spare the boy. Instead of being sent to one of the capital’s brothas as a boy whore, the king sent the boy to the labor pits. Over the years the sorcerer watched and observed the boy grow into a powerful built man. The hard, brutal work in the pits created massive, chisel muscles. The guards and foremen of the pits found Conan and his thick muscles unresistable. Nightly they would fuck Conan’s perfect muscle packed ass. Conan didn’t show any emotion as the men thrusted in and out of him. Despite being fucked repeatedly, he stayed tight and the older men didn’t last long. The hard labor and continued pounding, made his ass muscular and powerful. The large ass topped powerful massive quads and sculpted hamstrings. One night, the sorcerer secretly assisted Conan to escape from the pits. With only little clothing and no food, Conan fled into the hostile barren lands. After wandering for several nights, Conan came upon a hut inhabited by who he thought was a witch. The beautiful woman fed him and warmed him in front of her fire. She gently removed his worn clothing, revealing his massive, smooth muscles. Conan nervously watched the witch stroking her hands down his huge pecs. She started squeezing the huge meaty pecs between her long nails. He let out a low grunt. As he opened his mouth, she pushed her tongue into it and began to kiss him. As Conan closed his eyes in lust, the sorcerer changed from the witch into his true appearance. When he opened his eyes, he was shocked but unable to fight as the sorcerer lifted Conan’s legs over his bonely shoulders and penetrated the barbarian’s hole. Conan cried out as the huge cock plowed in and out of him. He was fucked numerous times, but the sorcerer’s cock was bigger than he ever took. It was huge. The sorcerer bent the muscular younger men in half as he leaned forward and sucked in the firm, large nipples, while still thrusting his huge cock in and out of Conan’s ass. When the sorcerer was all the way inside the barbarian’s ass, he came with great f0rce, filling his seed deep inside Conan. Conan felt waves of power ripped through him. Before bursting into flames and disappearing, the sorcerer told Conan as long as he got seeded by the Sorcerer’s powerful cum, he would be undefeatable. Conan awakened the next morning in the hut, alone. He thought it was a dream at first but he soon felt the cum leaking from his large ass, and his muscles were sore from the intense fucking. He continued on his journey south toward the capital of the serpent king. He was unaware that the sorcerer was leading him toward his destiny. The following night, Conan tumbled on to the ancient tomb of the first Gomorrahian Emperor. In the damp, dark ancient tomb, Conan walked among the richly painted walls, which depicted scenes of homoerotic orgies, until he came upon the mummified emperor sitting on his gold throne. On the mummified emperor’s lap was a beautiful, magnificent sword. Conan heard the sorcerer’s voice in his ear, telling him to take the sword. The sword was heavy but balanced in Conan’s hand. Memories of the training his father gave him when he was a boy flooded back into Conan’s mind as he moved the sword through the air. The ancient sword was graceful and Conan could feel its power in his hands. To be continued