The awakening (muscl4life)

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Part 1: With Age Comes Wisdom

The interior of the tiny workshop was steamy and smelled like horse stables. The sound of powerful strikes against the hot iron filled the place, it was just another lousy afternoon at the local Blacksmith shop, when the apprentice came running towards the owner.

“Master, there is a man outside who wants to see you!” The young thin man said with his eyes widened but the striking continued—“You know I don’t like interruptions, boy, why didn’t you tell him to come back another time?” the old ma had his back turned on the boy, and his enormous, wide shoulders displayed the massive muscles and strength of the older man.

“Well, sir, I told him that, but he insisted on talking to you, he said he was looking for a man named Zoran!” the thin boy said apprehensively. The blacksmith stopped and looked to his boy—“How is this man?”

“ENORMOUS, master, he is the biggest man I’ve ever seen, even bigger than you sir!” The boy said using his hands to express the size of the man waiting to talk to the blacksmith. The blacksmith taped the boy’s shoulder—“I am not that big, boy, not anymore!” He said as he untied his apron and put his tools aside for one moment.—“Tell the man I’ll be there in a minute!” He said as looked for his inseparable hammer, you never knew when you would need to fight once more, no one is safe on those forgotten lands.

The blacksmith arrived that little village over 50 years ago, he actually helped the villagers to get rid of the constant assaults, that’s why people trusted and respected him, mostly because not even the strongest warrior of the village can match him in strength or fighting skills, even being almost 70 years old, the blacksmith is over 6’6” and weighs almost 400 pounds of pure muscle! People say he is so big because of his occupation, but no one never seen anyone so muscular around, until today, when the forester arrived.

“I am the local Blacksmith, how can I help you?” He said almost choking at the sight of the stranger—he was the biggest man his eyes had seen for quite some time, his muscles bulged and flexed with every single movement, his veins were ripped and his clothing could barely contain his gargantuan mass. His dark brown hair seemed almost black, his skin was tanned like the bronze, his eyes, however were light blue, and his smiles was completely white, very different from the poor sick and tiny people around him, his outstanding figure stood higher than the rest of the people, and he was taller than the blacksmith by at least two heads, but his muscles were just unbelievably thicker and much, much bigger.

“Please, I need to find the man named Zoran, it is very important!” The voice echoed around the village, every citizen looked at the incredible muscular duo talking; even the blacksmith seemed little next to enormous bulking figure of the forester.

“The man you seek died a long time ago!” The blacksmith replied holding his war hammer—“You might as well come back from where you came!”

The stranger looked puzzled—“But I was told to find him!”, although his body was incredibly muscular and powerful, his voice sounded weak and tired, exhausted to be precise.

“Who told you that?” The bold man asked looking at the people, who quickly returned to do whatever they were doing.

“I don’t know! There’s this voice in my head, telling me what to do! I’ve walked miles and miles, since my horse can no longer support my weight! I still can’t understand what happened at that temple!” the huge man digressed as he tried to solve his own puzzles.

The blacksmith almost dropped his precious hammer, he quickly approached the bigger man—“What temple are you talking about?”

“I-I don’t know, it’s so confusing!” The huge man said and finally collapsed at the ground causing a huge noise. People gathered around as the blacksmith took the immense body of the stranger into his own house—“If you don’t want to see me mad at you, then don’t even try to peek through my windows!” The old man said as he carried the man inside with his own impressive muscles!”

The huge young man woke up a few minutes later.

“You were hungry, boy, your body needed food, didn’t you know that?” The blacksmith said as he served a bowl of a thick herbal soup—“It’s not very tasty, but energetic, a big man like you needs lots of food!”

“Thanks!” he grabbed the bowl who looked tiny on his hand and vanished with its content.

“Why were you looking for Zoran, anyway? And what temple are you talking about!” the blacksmith asked with an authority look.

The huge man looked at the old blacksmith—“You are Zoran aren’t you? You’re the Priest of Power who disappeared all those years!” The young behemoth said almost automatically causing the old man to reach for his throat—“I TOLD YOU, ZORAN IS DEAD!” but suddenly, the young man quickly got rid of the grip and threw the aggressor into the other wall—“PLEASE! I don’t want to fight! I’m LOST! I need your HELP, Zoran!”

The old man still recovered—it’s been a long time since anyone could repel his attack with such ease—“I hate getting old!” he thought as he looked at the huge boy once more.

“Who are you, and how the hell you discovered me!”

“My name is, or used to be, Dimitri Oakland, but I don’t know how I know the things I know about you!” he said, “Or how did I get to be this BIG!” he said looking at his huge paws.

“I have no intention to let you go until you tell me everything boy!” Zoran said as he took a chair and Dimitri started talking—

“I got hired for a bunch of crawlers, who wanted to break into this abandoned temple, they were after my deceased uncle, but I saw a great opportunity to gain some easy money and finally go away from the poor town I was born in. The job seemed easy, all I had to do was helping them with locks and traps, you know, the usual things, and because I was so little, fast and skinny, they sensed they could trust me the service.”

“You were nothing but a thief?” Zoran asked with his severe look.

“Not even that, I was just a beginner, but I could fool the stupid that I was one of the best! They paid me half in advance, and showed me the map to the temple, I could decode the language using my uncle’s books, it was not very far from the Great Sand Desert. When we arrived the place was completely buried in the sand, it took weeks to reach a tiny entrance, into which I squeezed in and finally got into the building.”

“That was a bad move!” Zoran said rubbing his eyes.

“How did you know that? The moment I stepped in the floor I accidentally sprung one old trap and the walls started trembling, the roof was coming towards me!”

“Your brave companions didn’t help you did they?”

“No, those bastards, they were gone! The must have left me!”

“They couldn’t do much, kid, I believe by that time they were already dead!”

“What? Who is telling that story?”

“You are, but I’ve lived long enough to know it by heart! You were a thief who entered a temple after gold and treasury, but since you were too confident and immature you sprung a trap, which eventually killed your friends at the outside walls—you can’t imagine how tricky those things can be, You were lucky find the secret passage behind the second eagle statue in time—otherwise you wouldn’t be telling me this story.”

The young man looked even more puzzled now—“Anyway, I was in some sort of corridor, which lead me deeper and deeper, until I was in this HUGE catacomb!”

“That was not a catacomb, you unfaithful ignorant, that was a mortuary room, for the brave warriors who perished in combat trying to protect their beloved master!” Zoran said with an angry yet sad voice tone.

“It explained the bones, the swords and the horrible smell of death!”

“I still don’t understand how you escape of the Guardian!”

“You mean the creepy voice?”

“Yes, that’s him, he was supposed to vanquish any threat to—” Zoran stopped talking, he came closer the huge man—“You were not this big, were you?”

“NO! I told you that!”

“What did the voice asked you?” The old man asked in disbelief.

“If I would regret my sins and be prepared to my trial—”

“And you said yes?”

“Sure! What else could I say? I was lost, alone and frightened! Then I felt this light surrounding me, and for one moment I thought I was dead, but then I felt warm and better than ever,

when I opened my eyes—”

“You saw the Room of Eternal Power!” Zoran said with a hopeful look, he stood up and reached for a pitch of water.

“I’ve never seen such a beautiful place in my life, the room was covered in white marble and the pools had crystal clear water, the paintings were so relaxing—”

“You don’t need to describe it to me! I was there many times!” Zoran cut with a smile—“You were accept! Which means you saw the Presence?”

“I don’t know what are you talking about, the only thing I remember was looking into this HUGE statue of a man, sitting on a throne, the water who filled the pools came from, well, you know how big was that thing!”

“Then what, why did he choose you?” Zoran said touching the boy gently on his shoulder.

“I- don’t remember, all I can tell is that he said, “Don’t worry Dimitri, you found me, now we shall take care of each other! I’ll guide you to find your new friends!”

“I still can’t understand it, but when I opened my eyes, I was looking at the most powerful man ever! He was smiling at me—huge, titanic, enormous—he was sat in his throne, with his, well his manhood showing! It was hard and gigantic! And he rubbed it roughly, the cock was bigger than me!”

Zoran said nothing, he suddenly felt weak—“You became one with him?”

Dimitri blushed—“I never felt so strange in my life! This man could scary anyone, but I couldn’t never fear him, I just needed to—”

“Be with him, I know that feeling, child, but still it doesn’t explain—” Zoran stopped.

“You were untouched weren’t you?”

“Huh?”

“A virgin, you’ve never been with any woman or man until then, have you?”

“Well, I was so poor no one ever cared about me, and—”

“Never mind son, I just asked.” Zoran grabbed some old books.

“But is till didn’t tell you what happened after that!”

“You bathed in his fluids! His divine sperm covered your body and he gently rubbed it all over you, then you immediately felt your body growing, your muscles, becoming bigger and thicker, you strength increasing by the second—’ the man replied without letting his eyes from his notes, then he went silent—“He made it! He actually made it! It took him almost a century, but he managed to fool the enemies and came back into this Realm!”

“What are you talking about?”

“Please, milord, forgive my behavior, I was afraid, our enemies are still looking for me!” Zoran said as he kneeled before the hugely muscular boy.

“Dimitri, are you ready for the truth?” Zoran asked seriously

“Well, I kinda hope you could help me!”

“You are the reincarnation of Khorull, God of Strength! You were born in this Realm to bring back our lost Glory!” Zoran said with tears in his eyes!”

“What you mean? I just got a lot bigger, but I still can’t understand—”

“Look at your muscles boy! You’re more powerful than one entire army! Jut looking at you we can see his blessings upon your mighty body!”

“Zoran, please, calm down!”

“You were not the first one who manage t break into the Temple, over these years many men lost their lives trying to get the treasury, but only a few were blessed to truly find the legendary treasure—only those pure hearted could be with Khorull and bathe in his divine essence, it was that who gave you the POWER you body carries, if it was in the past, you would be chosen to spread his power among the men, those who makes others stronger, also make Khorull more powerful, but those days are far behind, ever since the Warlord appeared.”

“The Warlord? You know him?”

“I once called him friend, but then he betrayed our Lord, he wanted ALL his power to himself, and I thought he had reached it, until now! If you could be with Khorull, it means he is able to commune with this Realm once more—”

“NO, MY DEAR ZORAN, I AM NOT! THIS WAS JUST ONE SINGLE TRY! I AM STILL RECOVERING FROM THE PAST, AND I NEED YOUR HELP!” Dimitri suddenly said with a much deeper voice, and Zoran started crying, then the huge fingers cleared his tears –

“I AM HERE NOW, BUT THIS BODY IS NOT READY YET, THIS BOY IS TENDER AND HAS NO EXPERIENCE WHATSOVER, BUT I CHOSE HIM BECAUSE HE HAS A THIRST FOR POWER, AND A NOBLE HEART!”

“What can I do to help you sir?”

“I’LL REBUILD OUR BEAUTIFUL ORDER, MY DEAR ZORAN, BUT IN ORDER TO DO THIS, I NEED YOUR HELP, YOU WILL HAVE TO GUIDE HIM THROUGH THE PATH, HE IS NOT DONE GROWING YET, YOU HAVE TO HELP HIM GATHER THE SEED OF THE GIFTED MEN, AND GROW BIGGER AND MORE POWERFUL!”

“Milord, you know I am not the young man upon whom you bestowed your blessings! I am weak and old, my body is not worth to be a role model for you any more—”

“I KNOW YOU VERY WELL, AND THERE’S NO OTHER ONE I CAN TRUST IN THIS REALM, YOU SHALL BE GRANTED EVERYTHING YOU DESERVE!” Saying this the divine presence faded away and Dimitri once more controlled his own body.

“What was that? The voice, you heard it? I’ve been listening it ever since the Temple!”

“Yes, young man, I heard the voice, the calling, and I am now convinced that I shall follow you, help you gathering the seed from the Gifted, and bring back the glory of Khorull to this Realm!”

This time, Zoran had a serious look, and somehow, Dimitri felt he could trust him.

It was already high night when the reached Zoran’s outside the village. He prepared something to eat as they sat around the fireplace to enjoy the fresh night breeze.

“Why we came here?” Dimitri asked trying to make conversation.

“The village is too curious about your arrival, most of them never seen a man so big and muscular as you!”

“But you are really big yourself! I am sure when you were younger—” Dimitri noticed the smile on the old man’s face—“sorry!”

“There’s no need to be sorry, milord, you are right, this body had seen better days, but now I am wiser then I was, and although my muscles are not as big, I still remain strong!” He flexed his mighty arms, thick as big men’s legs. Dimitri approached and felt the hardness of those huge muscles—“Ever since I was a kid, I dreamt of being so huge and muscular, but it never came true!”

“But you are, now, by far, the biggest man ever!” Zoran said with a smile

“What about the Warlord? I’ve heard he’s bigger than any warrior could ever be and more powerful than any army!”

“The Warlord is indeed bigger, for now!”

“What you mean? What was all that Khorull talk? What is happening to me Zoran?”

Zoran hugged the bigger boy—“Calm down, lad, you are afraid, and that’s normal!”

“Now, you realize your new body wasn’t given to you by chance, you were chosen! You were chosen because you had the noble heart to bare the burden of the POWER!”

“I can’t understand—” but Zoran silenced him.

“You remember being with Khorull? It felt wonderful didn’t it? Well, his power lies on men like you and myself, the bigger and stronger we become, the more powerful Khorull, or you for that matter, will be!”

“But how can I be this god? I was little till sometime ago!”

“You don’t need to understand, you just have to accept and believe in me! You’ve awakened the only one who can defeat the Warlord! You are now, the only one who can defeat the enemy!” Zoran said standing up

“I still don’t understand how—”

But Dimitri never finished the sentence, he was silenced by Zoran’s mouth pressing against his, their tongues meeting, wrestling and rolling inside their mouths, the experienced kiss of Zoran made Dimitri desire more and more, even though his lungs begged for air.

“There, you look much better now!” Zoran said smiling

“You, you look so beautiful!” Dimitri said at once, suddenly he didn’t see an old muscular man in front of him, he saw a powerful muscle man, in his prime days, with short dark blond hair and a thick mustache, his green eyes shone once again and his muscles looked twice bigger. Dimitri approached him and kissed Zoran once more, this time the old man had to break the kiss to get some air.

“You will be my guide, Zoran, I need your wisdom, your power, and I need your love for my muscles and my power!” Dimitri said as he ripped his tight pants revealing his own engorged manhood. The old man opened his eyes wide, and just fell on his knees, his mouth quickly reaching the huge purple mushroom head and then he felt the first drop of the liquid touching his desiring tongue, the feeling was intense and powerful, but Zoran kept on his sucking worship to the newly awaken muscle god, giving the boy the very first blow he ever had, exploring every powerful inch of the enormous cock he had in his mouth. Dimitri felt wonderful, he was feeling exactly like the time he grew for the first time, although he can’t recall it, the feeling, the sensations were there, once more.

Suddenly, his own balls ached to release their enormous content, and he felt being drained by Zoran’s sucking skills, not on drop was wasted, the old man sucked everything, but even when Dimitri was done cumming, Zoran still moaned, collapsed in the ground.

“Zoran? Are you alright?” Dimitri quickly helped him to stay on his feet, but then he noticed the old man was shaking and sweating all over, his skin felt tighter to the touch, and his body was suddenly to warm, the huge boy noticed that Zoran’s features were some how rejuvenating! He looked in disbelief, as the man he called “old” was now getting younger by the second.

“MILORD, YOU’VE BLESSED ME!” He said as he felt his features getting younger, but that was not just it, Zoran was also becoming more and more muscular!

His abs were now much more chiseled and pronounced, his thighs were bugling thicker and more veined, the width of the shoulders seemed to grow by the second, the power on his pectoral muscles increased as the chest became fuller, rounder and bigger, and the already mighty arms grew bigger and bigger, swelling into massive proportions.

Dimitri watched as his friend grew not only younger, taller and more beautiful, but also incredibly muscular, just every bit as Dimitri uncanny proportions, only one or two inches smaller, but still amazingly huge! The man who erupted from the moaning position was, in one word, intimidating!

His shoulders, awesomely big and round. The uncanny size on his traps and deltoids, the powerful sculpted looking on his now 10 pack abdomen, the sheer aspect on his meaty legs and the powerful view on his mind blowing arms, everything would already be enough, but then his cock stood. The enormous cobra like penis bounced up and high, with every heart beat, the balls still growing made huge noises with their cum producing.

Zoran said nothing, he just flexed his guns and Dimitri cam along and touched them, feeling the new hardness and warmth.

“I told you were beautiful!”

“Just because of you, milord! Now, I have something to teach you!” Zoran gently helped his god-lad on the ground and spread the legs a little, being sure to use the shiny precum of his now huge cock to lubricate his entrance.

“What are you doing?” Dimitri asked in a mix of curiosity and fear.

“Relax, and enjoy!” Zoran said as his huge member was forced inside the boy’s anus.

The rejuvenated Zoran thought his god-lad partner would scream in pain, being fucked by the first time, especially with this huge tool, but Dimitri never complained. He just moaned and allowed his sphincter to relax, causing Zoran’s cock to enter almost at once.

“OH, YES! PLEASE ZORAN, TEACH ME! MAKE ME LIKE YOU!” Dimitri yelled and sat up, hugging his fucker tight, which caused Zoran’s cock to reach further into him. The former priest intensified his pounding at Dimitri’s butt.

Zoran just roared and stood up, being extra careful to gently turn Dimitri and reinsert his cock once more, this time using his new mass and the gravity to reach further on Dimitri’s body. With each thrust, he aimed to reach the joy button on the newly born god, and his own cock felt like it would burst into cum.

“HOLD ON, MILORD! I AM ALMOST THERE!” He said that and suddenly Dimitri felt something burning inside him, as Zoran’s cock rubbed up his anus, he felt wonderful things as it reached further and further, when Zoran touched the place for the fifth or sixth time the huge boy could hold no more and exploded in pleasure, taking his loyal servant with him, they both creamed in ecstasy, as Zoran shot his load inside his God-lad, and collapsed atop of him.

Dimitri felt better than never, and suddenly he felt even better, recognizing the feelings, it was like the very first time, he was growing and growing bigger once more! How come? He felt his muscles tightening, but this time it was even more intense! He felt his muscles struggling for more space.

Zoran still unloaded inside his boy-god, when he felt that Dimitri was growing bigger once more! How could that be? He still had to find the gifted men!

“YOU ARE ONE OF THEM, MY LOYAL FRIEND! I’VE ALWAYS KNEW THAT, THAT’S WHY I CAME FOR YOU!” Dimitri said with Khorull’s voice as he started growing once more.

His body stretched over human proportions, his arms got longer and hi legs, wider, his chest and shoulders grew abnormally huge, as well as his neck, his waist shrink down and his cock seemed to double it’s weight . Dimitri’s hair got even darker and his eyes lighter, they could shine in the dark night, his skin became almost like gold, and his sweating glistening muscles, grew harder and bigger. Zoran felt the boy growing faster now and much more powerful than he had been, it felt like Dimitri’s muscle butt sucked the seed directly from Zoran’s balls and grew bigger by the second. At some point the Priest just passed out and slept over the most muscular mat he ever had.

The sun was shining when Zoran woke up, before he could even think it was all a dream, he looked at his reflection a t the clear pond, he was young once more! He doesn’t look like a boy, but yet, a young, powerful man, with a distinguish short blond hair and a matching mustache, his muscles were amazingly big, much bigger than in their prime days, and for that he was thankful to his boy-god, but where was he?

“I thought you would want some food! Big men like us, must need lots of food!” Dimitri appeared carrying a huge bag with lots of food.

“Where did you get al this?” Zoran asked dumb folded

“I sold our horses, I hope you don’t mind, but I don’t think they could carry neither of us anymore! We are just too big!” Dimitri said as he sat down and kissed his blond friend.

“Milord, I am so honored to be one of the gifted men!” He said bowing in front of Dimitri.

The boy thanked him—“I am honored you taught me with such dedication, but I don’t want to be called milord, I am your pupil, you are my master, I understand I have one long path to follow, and until there I don’t deserve to be treated like something I am not!” He said with an unexpected reasonable argument.

“As you wish, young Dimitri!” Zoran kissed him in the mouth, and felt Dimitri standing up, easily carrying him in his arms. If last night Zoran almost matched his boy-god in size after the “lesson” Dimitri was now at least one whole foot taller than his master, and many, many, pounds heavier than the rejuvenated Priest of Power.

“Where we go now?” Dimitri asked a little more serious gently putting Zoran in the ground.

“We shall gather our things and leave as soon as possible, we have to hurry and gather the seed of the other gifted men, and complete your growth and training as soon as possible, while the Warlord is not aware of your awakening”

“But why would he know that?”

“People in this very same village must have told other people about the huge boy who arrived looking for a man named Zoran, and the other day he was even bigger and took the old village with him!” Zoran said with a clever smile—“These things spread very quickly!”

“I am sorry, Zoran, I didn’t mean to—”

“Don’t be sorry, Dimitri, we have to use the thing in our favor, and so we shall proceed, we’ll go after the Gifted Men and give you, what is yours!”

The inhumanly huge duo hugged and kissed, and their eyes were full of lust and energy once more, their passion would soon be consumed once more!

Part 2: Call of Nature, Voice of the Dark

The full moon shone right over Stronghold, when the carriage arrived, bringing the new guests to the marvelous palace built atop of the rugged Gray Mountains—representing the glory of the Warlord upon his enemies in the past.

For over 50 years the land has been ruled with iron fist by the powerful tyrant, who emerged mysteriously and easily defeated each and every warrior who stood against him with extreme ease, and the more he fought the stronger he got, the more powerful he became and easier he could defeat his opponents—it didn’t take much time to the Warlord claim the whole Freeland as his own and establish his severe regime over the magnificent kingdoms which couldn’t offer any kind of resistance.

Since then, Warlord has been known as an absolute Emperor—not one single order was given without his permission, it was like he had eyes and ears all over the kingdom, every single attempt of rebellion was suffocated even before it starts and the leaders were properly taken care, all of them were sent to the Stronghold, and they were never seen again—many said they were executed and their heads were kept to show the power of the Warlord, but they couldn’t be more wrong.

The gates opened and the huge guards brought the men into the big room where they were being expected.

“Good evening, gentlemen, I hope you had a nice trip?” the tall, muscular man asked with a smirk—“We have heard you were preparing some kind of confusion down the Valley, and we couldn’t let it happen could we?”

“Down with the Tyrant! Freedom to the Freeland!” the five men said almost in chorus, all of them were strong, powerful fighters, and easily they could start a significant rebellion, soon to be followed by most of the scattered resistance plots around the lands, but once again the forces of the Warlord worked quickly to capture the leaders before they even had a chance to strike.

“What a beautiful scene—the companions standing together till the last moment—really touching, if I may say—the man smiled once more—“The Warlord requested your presence because he decided to give you guys a last chance to apologize for doing such stupid thing!”

“There is no Warlord! No one had ever seen him in less than 50 years! No man can live that long and remain as powerful as he is supposed to be!” one bald mustached man said trying to sound sure of his statement and it only caused the officer to laugh.

“Indeed, he isn’t as powerful as 50 years ago; he’s more powerful than ever! Warlord is omnipotent you pathetic mortals!” the officer stood up and revealed his own muscular figure, tall and powerfully built the officer didn’t wear any kind of armor, only a leather thong, as well as every other soldier of the Warlord, they didn’t wear any armor, their muscles worked that rule with superiority and excellence, providing them more dexterity to fight over those who wore heavy armory and somehow, their rugged muscle armor was even better than the thickest plate mail in the world.

“You lie! We only see your armies, but never this so called Warlord appeared! Who can guarantee he isn’t a myth! A figure made to plant fear in the hearts of those who dare to stand against your vicious scheme!” a man wearing a heavy armor shouted—his skin was milky and his hair light blond, his nose and jaw line revealed his nobility and his posture showed that he was a knight above all things.

“My dear Knight, you are such a young foolish man, trying to avoid the inevitable truth—” He came closer and held the knights chin gently—“I will love to see him dealing with you!” Next, he threw the man almost at the opposite wall—“You are weak, disgusting, and most of all, ignorant, trusting your lives to metal, no shiny armor can protect you from the Warlord!”

The officer laughed when the guards—two immensely muscular black man, wearing nothing but the same lion cloths, holding enormous battle axes entered the room.

“Sir, the Lord ordered the newcomers to be brought into his Presence!” one of them said and the officer smiled once more—“Take them immediately!”

Dimitri finished his meal, he couldn’t believe how much food he needed now, and his last plate contained more food than he used to eat in one entire week .

“Delicious!” he said with one loud belch. Zoran waved his head—“You’re still a boy, my beloved god!” he whispered. They’ve traveled all the way since Zoran’s village and now set camping in the Nearlake Forests, they’ve covered in one week journey a distance that even the fastest travelers couldn’t make in less than a month only stopping for occasional sleep.

“Like I told you, we are not normal men anymore, we’ve been blessed by Khorull’s power, which means our muscles and strength cannot be matched by tiny mortals.”

“I understand, master Zoran, I didn’t felt any tired even walking the whole day!” Dimitri flexed his chest and arms to prove his point, and Zoran smiled.

“No, son, you still don’t understand the immensity of our power!” He said as he stood up—“Come here, Dimitri.” The pupil did as told and Zoran showed him one huge boulder on the ground.

“Punch it, HARD!” he ordered and Dimitri felt a rush in his guts, he attacked the boulder with an unexpected and overwhelming will, when the lad opened his eyes e had completely pulverized the huge boulder which was almost four feet thick of solid granite.

“HOW?” Dimitri asked in disbelief.

“Are you impressed so soon?” Zoran asked from distance and the lad watched in awe to his master holding one huge oak tree on each hand, lifting them up and down easily—“You haven’t seen anything yet, my beloved!” Zoran tossed one tree into Dimitri and the boy had no trouble to catch it, already guessing what he was supposed to do. Holding the heavy and thick oak tree over his mighty legs, Dimitri used his powerful thigh to strike the trunk, which couldn’t resist and broke in two. Next, the boy grabbed the pieces and using his huge hands he cut the timber for their fireplace. The muscle boy-god looked at his master waiting for his approval and he got even happier when even Zoran showed a little surprised to his feats—“Very well, my beloved, you are doing very well! We have timer to heat a village for one wee now!”

“Thanks, master!” Dimitri said already approaching his mentor—“It feels so nice being this powerful!”

“Indeed, young one, but you have to be careful, your power is truly intoxicating!”

“What you mean, master?” Dimitri asked noticing the sadness on Zoran’s voice.

“Nothing, let’s not forget our training!” Zoran changed his tone and grabbed a long sword, which seemed more like a child’s toy in his huge hand, and gave it to Dimitri, making the weapon look even smaller—“Now you attack me!”

“What? No master I can’t attack you! You’re not wearing any armory, it could harm you!” Dimitri said worried, but Zoran simply grabbed the sword back and assumed an offensive position—“Fine, I’ll attack you then!” The blond mustached gargantuan muscular man really used his experience to successfully hit Dimitri’s muscular body. The boy expected to feel pain and he cursed in advance, but soon he noticed that he didn’t feel a thing and his body remained unharmed. The sound of Zoran’s laughter filled the air—“You really think I could harm you?”

Dimitri looked at his muscle body once more—“You’ve missed on purpose?”

“Of course not! You felt the blow didn’t you?” Dimitri nodded and then Zoran easily used the sword to cut the oak trunk with just one blow.

“We don’t need no armory!” Zoran finally concluded—“And you need no weapon for that matter, your muscles are deadlier than any weapon in the world!” Zoran held Dimitri’s hands and kissed them gently.

Dimitri felt his member hardening once more—“Master, I think I need another lesson—”

Zoran and his huge pupil were soon to start another hot steamy, wild sex round, but there was something or someone watching their last acts, like they said, the Nearlake Forest has its own eyes and ears—

The rebels were taken into another room, this time it was a HUGE chamber, with clear white marble walls covered with gold and precious items to display the power of the Warlord, the room seemed to be an arena, but the odd detail was a big throne like chair, much bigger than anyone the fighters have ever seen.

“What is this place? I demand to know!” The knight shouted, but the huge muscle bouncers just turned their backs and got out of the room.

The rebels were scared, but they tried not to show it, why would they be taken into such a noble room? There was no sign of blood or anything that could possibly remember a torture chamber! The room was sumptuous, with huge pillows and golden big jars of water and wine, they could also see a banquet feast with lots of delicious food—nothing that any experienced combatants would surely avoid, sure to be poisoned.

The officer showed up with his usual smile—but before the rebels could say anything, the sinister officer made a gesture and the men couldn’t pronounce a word.

“You are not allowed to speak so close to his presence! Now you will face your destiny!”

With that, the huge dark wooden doors opened, and then one man entered the room carrying a huge calyx made out of gold, the thing was just as big as a bucket and the man, although very strong built, seemed very little carrying the huge object—the servant walked among the rebels and placed it right aside of the huge throne. The Knight could sense a sinister aura coming from the object, the craftwork was delicate, yet, powerful, just the presence of the thing caused a strange sensation among them.

Suddenly, the ground seemed to shake, a strong, masculine, powerful, presence approached them, quickly. The fighters felt they were soon to be facing their so called invincible enemy, but their hearts were noble and their will gave them inner strength to fight any combat—at least they thought so.

Then, one figure filled the entire doorframe, and more, the enormous bulking figure had to turn aside in order to enter through the giant door. Just the sight of that body could make anyone lose any hope to win, each muscle and vein were ripped to the max, and the size surpassed any expectation, the width of the shoulders, the power of the abdomen, the width and thickness of the thighs, and the sheer monstrosity of the arms weren’t human, it had to be something else. The enormous bulging tower figure stood quiet at the center of the room, looking down, wearing some kind of giant cloak who covered his face, but not his uncanny muscles, he seemed to be waiting for the servant who brought the calyx to do something. The calyx slave was bigger than the biggest of the rebels, but yet he seemed like a child when compared to the gargantuan freak who stood there, not just in height, but especially muscle wise, it was like the servant could be broken like a tweed with just one blow of the monstrous freak, the servant made sure the throne was clean, and adjusted the cushions, then he stood aside and kneed aside the throne—“Your throne is ready, my lord!”

With that, the cloak fell down and the huge man lifted his head at once, revealing his face. Not even on their worst battles, the rebels had felt such a tremendous blow, the minute they saw the face of the Warlord, they felt like they had lost the will of fighting him.

“Greetings, my dear little men! I hope I didn’t make you wait for too long!”

The man had a long cascaded intense red hair, but his skin was tanned and his eyes such intense blue, they looked almost purple, the lays of beauty hair reached down his back, but it just seemed perfect that way. His face was perfect in every and single way, his jaw inspired confidence, his high cheekbones showed his noble traces and features, above everything, this man had the most perfect smile, ever imaginable, once he showed his clear white teeth, his full lips gently framed by his red goatee, the world seemed to stop, and the rebels suddenly forgot why they were fighting—worse, they realized that it wasn’t worth fighting such a powerful, beautiful creature.

“You call me Warlord, but I am also Darren Azrael, your caring Emperor, you wanted to see me right?” His voice was firm, but tender, it was like hearing the ocean, a soothing noise, that bring you into internal peace. “So, are you Phillip, the famous Knight? I’ve heard you were leading a rebellion, why? Aren’t you happy being under my Empire?”

The Warlord asked calmly, approaching the brave knight who was soon eclipsed by his immense shadow, his muscles completely covered the prestigious paladin, towering him by many feet of height and many other in width and depth, they couldn’t even compare, it was like Phillip had shrunk into insignificant proportions.

Philip had a clever answer to that man, but he simply couldn’t speak, he tried but his mouth was silent, the Warlord looked at him and suddenly he felt he could speak once more—“YOU’RE A TYRANT! YOU ENSLAVED MY PEOPLE! YOU DESTROY THE LAND WITH YOUR GREED AND ARROGANCE!” Phillip shouted with anger in his heart, but the minute he finished the sentence he felt his chest filling with fear and despair, it was like the already gigantic man had grown ten time more muscular, he now looked not only amazing but mostly TERRIFYING!

“YOU ARE NOTHING BUT WORTHLESS WORMS! HOW DARE YOU SAY SUCH THING S ABOUT THE WARLORD?” The officer shouted from behind, but the Warlord made him quiet—“That’s okay, captain, you may go now!”

The huge man smiled—“You are indeed quite brave my young knight! I haven’t heard such things in quite some time!” The Warlord said as he took his seat at the powerful throne, Phillip noticed that even sat the Warlord was by far taller than him, and much, much more powerful—“You believe I am a tyrant? And what if I tell you, that I am no tyrant, I am a GOD?” he asked assuming an even more impressive posture, which made Phillip tremble inside his armor.

“I’VE COME TO CLAIM EVERYTHING THAT IS MINE, AND YOU NEITHER YOU PATHETIC ARMY HAVE ENOUGH POWER TO STOP ME!” His power echoed around the room, and the paladin fought to resist.

“I admire you will power, Phillip, you are still trying to fight where you loyal friends had already perished!” Azrael said in a deeper tone and when the young knight looked again, his companions seemed different, their eyes were empty, their expressions changed.

“Tell me, Knight Phillip, you still think they’re at your side?”

“What did you do to them?”

“I gave them what they wanted, they are now free! Free to worship their muscle god!” Warlord said as he looked at the four men in front of him—they were removing they dropped to their knees and bowed before the much bigger presence.

“What? Brothers, what are you doing? This man is our enemy, he isn’t worth your devotion!” Phillip tried to dissuade his companions as Darren laughed out loud.

“USELESS! THE FIRST TIME THEY SEE ME, THEY’RE ALREADY UNDER MY POWER! MY MUSCLES ARE DIVINE, AND NO MORTAL CAN DENY THEIR POWER OVER YOU MORTALS!”

“That is not true! I didn’t fall for your tricks!” The knight said bravely

“Oh really? Perhaps I should teach you a lesson, little Phillip!”

The next thing the knight could see was the Warlord towering over him, carrying Phillip’s sword in hi hands, covering the huge weapon completely inside his uncanny paws. He tossed the sword to the knight, who felt the power of his holy weapon once more.

“Fight me, Phillip Hart, I am giving you the chance to end with my empire!”

The paladin roared in anger and attacked with all his might, aiming for the chest of the huge enemy, the strike was precise, the victory was sure!

“HAHAHAHA!” The huge Warlord laughed flexing his muscles, unharmed and untouched—“You think you holy sword will be able to hurt me? NO WEAPON can touch me!” Warlord said and simply sent the paladin to the other side of the arena.

“Are you shocked, little knight? But I haven’t finished with you yet!” Warlord said as he came back to his throne and held the huge calyx—“You are brave my, little paladin, a worthy enemy, and Warlord appreciates that!”

“What are you saying, demon!” Phillip said trying to stay on his feet.

“You want to be like me, Phillip?” The question came from Warlord’s own mouth

“What?” the knight asked in a mix of horror and curiosity.

The moon shone over the immense bodies of the lovers, ready to engage into another round of sex, but suddenly they heard a strange noise.

“What was that?” Dimitri asked instantly forgetting that his new size didn’t fit into his usual coward old attitude.

Zoran was quiet, he only stood up and assumed his impressive position aside his pupil lover. From the bushes, a huge animal appeared. Dimitri and Zoran watched as the bear surrounded them, with an intimidating look.

“Shall we attack?” Dimitri whispered and Zoran just waved his head—“He is too weak, he is just afraid of us, besides, it’s not a real bear!”

Dimitri was about to ask why when the bear slowly shrank and his fur turned into a golden hair, the beast became a man, and in the next minute, they looked at one tall, lean muscular man, dressed in leather clothing. He had a feather for earring and his torso showed his muscle development, nothing compared to tremendous inhuman size of the men standing in front of the recently transformed man, but yet, his muscles had a perfect tonus, with visibly size and mass, but just he looked different from the men Dimitri had seen previously—his features were more beautiful, gracious, and vivid –his eyes were a little different and mostly of all, Dimitri noticed the ears on the stranger, they were slightly longer and pointy.

The stranger spoke something Dimitri couldn’t understand, his voice sounded tender and pleasant to the ears, although the look on the spokesman face was not so cheerful. Zoran seemed to understand and nodded, then he replied in the same confusing language, then the stranger nodded.

“I am the Protector of these innocent lives, and I came to warn you that I won’t allow any intruders inside this sacred place!” He kept his hand rigid.

“What is he talking about?” Dimitri whispered puzzled.

“He is a druid, Dimitri, an ancient kind of priest who watches over the lives of the nature, they’re known for being honorable persons, I can hardly think this is man is just threatening us for nothing”—Zoran pointed to the shredded trunks at their feet—“and I believe we did not give him a very good first impression”

The huge muscle boy-god stood in front of Zoran and spoke in a loud, clear tone with a firm voice, one thing he had never done before—“Listen, druid, we are not intruders nor invaders seeking for destruction, we are in the search of something much more valuable!” those words impressed even Zoran, who noticed for the first time this kid was developing much faster than he ever expected. The druid, however wasn’t such impressed.

“What could be more valuable than those lives I protect? They’re the balance of this world, and the most important resource for future generations, but you humans don’t understand the complexity of long term consequences of your foolish acts”

“Why is he calling us, humans?” Dimitri asked, almost whispering once more.

“Because I am not one of you, foolish human, I belong to the ancient gracious race of the Elves!” He said full of himself.

“I’ve heard of your people, they used to rule the entire lands, but in time, there are so few of you now, that is already becoming a legend. And as far as I concern you didn’t even introduced yourself to us, stranger” Zoran said with respect, but also with a hint of irony in his sentence.

“Farewell, I am Norak, the Archdruid, and you shall retreat now, while you are still unharmed!” The elf said with a powerful tone.

“We are not harmed, my dear Norak, but you seem quite stressed!” Zoran added, approaching the elf showing off his impressive physique. Zoran then kneeled down and paid his respects to the nature entities, standing up politely and pointing at his huge pupil.

“We need to get through your forest, noble Norak, we are in a search for the sake of all kinds of life, you must know that, your precious animals and trees are also dying, as well as the rest of the world, only Dimitri has the solution for the menace of the Warlord!”

The elf got puzzled, mostly because he noticed for the first time, how big and muscular those humans were, and they didn’t wear any armor, which only meant they were very stupid or truly powerful men.

“I am listening your story, Zoran and Dimitri, and then I’ll decide if you are wroth to pass my sacred forests!”

Phillip had the taste of anger in his mouth—“What are you saying you demon?” he screamed at the top of his lungs.

Warlord smiled—“I am no such thing! I am no demon, I am a GOD! A more powerful, more beautiful and divine God than the pathetic entity you worship!”

The paladin went furious and rushed into the titanic figure of his enemy, but it was useless—Warlord just grabbed Phillip around his waist and started crushing him with his mighty arms around the tiny waist, while he laughed watching the pain on the much smaller man—“Where is your so called God to help you in a time like that, brave Phillip? You are nothing but a skinny powerless creature! Where are your muscles, paladin? You need that piece of metal to protect you? I could just rip it if I wanted!” Warlord throws the paladin against the wall and returns to his precious calyx.

“You couldn’t even win my henchmen, what makes you think you could beat me, little man, the faith on your god? How many years have you dedicated to him? Did he make you any stronger?” Darren teased the paladin.

“My soul is strong enough to fight you, diabolic one!” the paladin insisted.

“Farewell, I will deal with you later! Just watch this!” Warlord waved to the other companions, all of them heavily armored but scared than ever—“What about you, brave men? You still believe the shiny armor knight will be able to save you from me?”

The men were quiet, they looked at Warlord with a strange dumb expression on their faces, then, one by one, they stood up and once again kneeled before the uncanny figure of the Warlord—“You see, noble Phillip, your loyal companions are already charmed by my divine looks! They are not as stubborn as you!”

The knight looked at his former army men, all of them were being controlled by the demoniac Warlord, their expressions vanished, all of them had the same looking now.

“You swear to protect me? To be completely loyal to the Warlord?” The enormous man said opening his huge legs and releasing the immense appendage he had—the cock grew huge and insanely veined, like it had a life on its own.

“Behold, little paladin! THIS is true POWER!” The giant muscled freak flexed his tow enormous guns and the men rushed to touch his majestic figure, the former battle companions now struggled to see who would touch the unbelievably huge endowment of their enemy.

“Brothers, please, you have to resist! His power cannot affect you, if you have faith!” Phillip tried to make his friends wake up from the trance.

“Have faith in what, my little knight? They’re mine now! My little weak warriors, they need more power to fight in my name!” Warlord stood up and grabbed one man in each hand, while the others hang on his thick thighs, then he ripped the armor of the first man using his thick huge fingers. He repeated that process with an arrogant attitude and simply tossed the now naked men away laughing and teasing Phillip all the time.

“Now, my little men, you’re naked and unprotected, aren’t you? You’re such weak and tiny losers, hiding behind all that metal to protect your weak little bodies but you’re scared till your fragile bones!” Warlord flexed his chest and legs as he said that—“But I can change that! I can make you so strong no sword or mace will ever hit you again, I can make your muscles so big, no man will ever be able to hurt you!”

“NO! DON’T LISTEN TO HIM!” Phillip tried but it was already too late, the men already kneeled before the colossal enemy, all accepting the offer without even questioning the price for such offer. Warlord just smiled and watched his new recruits of his troops.

Phillip lost his temper, he couldn’t watch his fellow combatants selling their precious immortal souls to the demon—the knight roared and his sword quickly dried the lives of the hypnotized fighters, one by one Phillip killed his former companions, blind folded by the anger Warlord had built inside his heart.

The room suddenly went quiet, Phillip’s deep breath was hard and stressed, his mind slowly regained conscience—and his eyes saw the horror—the scattered parts of the bodies all over the room, the blood dripping from the walls.

“What have you done to them?” Phillip asked horrified, but suddenly he realized Warlord had his hands clean while the paladin was covered from head to toe in the blood of his innocent friends. The knight screamed in agony and disgust, he kneeled in the middle of the room and tried to pray for mercy, but he felt two huge hands touching his shoulders.

“Poor little Phillip, you had no choice had you? They were all falling for my charm weren’t they?”

Strangely, the knight felt that he wasn’t worth of mercy, he had killed his companions, he didn’t even give them a chance, he executed them with the same unmerciful anger than his hateful enemy.

“That’s right, little Phillip, am I all that bad? You were the one who killed your own friends! You’ve just them because they disagreed from you!” Warlord said with a tender yet powerful tone.

Phillip said nothing he just looked at his hands, and his armor, stained from his friends’ blood.

“Look at you, noble Phillip, your armor; it carries the death all over you, you’re a sinner, brave paladin, you’re nothing but a sinner!” Warlord said as he returned to his throne—“And the shiny armor you wear? It carries death and innocent blood!”

Phillip was dizzy, he only could see his enormous enemy, and his aura had somehow changed, like he wasn’t so diabolic anymore.

“Come here, my brave paladin—I am here for you!” Darren opened his arms and waited for Phillip who suddenly felt embraced by the huge muscles of his enemy.

“Don’t worry, my little knight, I don’t blame you for killing your friends, they simply didn’t deserve to live being so weak, after all you have resisted me haven’t you? The weaklings didn’t even try to resist to my powers! They were not brave like you!”

“Y-yes, they’ve fallen for their own weaknesses—” Phillip mumbled.

“They were not strong like you”

“They were not strong like me! They didn’t deserve the glory of being so huge and muscular, only I, shall have the honor of spread your beauty and muscle, Warlord!” Phillip just said with lust in his eyes.

“You swear to be loyal at my muscle and strength, little Phillip?”

“Yes, Warlord, I a want your power, your strength!” the knight said smiling mischievously.

Darren smiled back at him and relaxed at his throne, while Phillip started to take his armor off, but the huge titan stopped him—“Wait till I say so!”

Warlord pointed to his huge cock and Phillip gasped, he reached for the uncanny cock and savored the precum of the inhumanly augmented manhood.

“You will spread my word among the weak, and I shall grow stronger as you gather more and more worshippers for me!”

“I’ll bring them to you, master, only the most powerful and the biggest! I promise you milord!” Philip said without taking his eyes from the cock.”

“Now, little Phillip, you must give me your essence!” Darren said holding the sinister calyx on his hand. The paladin had a little trouble to reach for his cock, but Warlord just ripped through the metal with his pinky finger, which was bigger and longer than Phillip’s own 9 inches cock.

Phillip jerked his cock not even worrying with the sharp metal around his cock, he only cared about his duty—Warlord kept teasing him.

“Once I’ve got the essence of you, I will be even more powerful, my muscles will grow more powerful and my empire will get even bigger! Soon, every man on the land will be my loyal servant, and I shall grow each time more, until I become the only god worshipped in the world! I will rule over the magic Realms!”

Phillip came looking at Warlord’s biceps, he couldn’t believe how many volleys he had jutted out of his cock, but yet, the calyx seemed empty, but Darren was satisfied—he laughed and savored the cum of the knight. Instantly, his muscles got more ripped, and his size augmented by the second, his muscles were enlarging quickly and powerfully.

“COME HERE, LITTLE MAN!” Darren said as he grabbed the little paladin, and his huge cock forced its way through the metal, reaching for Phillip’s anus.

“ARGHHHH!” the knight screamed in pain as the cock on the growing Warlord increased its size and width exponentially—making the little paladin each time littler, even though, Phillip could feel his own muscles growing as well.

That’s right, although Phillip was growing more muscular and powerful, feeling his own shredded armor tighter and tighter around his muscles, but the size of the colossal Warlord totally eclipsed him, Darren roared and screamed as his size increased and he kept pumping his rod inside Phillip, completely raping the brave paladin and humiliating the newest servant.

Phillip screamed in pain, his own growth pain and pleasure but mostly he felt the immensity of the Warlord increasing inside him, while the uncanny titan flexed his muscles and admired his own vanity muscularity.

When Darren came, his hose flooded Phillip’s guts with his thick white vivid brilliant cum filled Phillip’s bleeding anus—the man passed out.

“WAKE UP, MY LOYAL KNIGHT!” The voice echoed powerfully around the room. Phillip opened his eyes—he felt different, like the world has completely changed. He looked at the immense figure of his Lord.

“BEHOLD YOU NEW POWER!” Darren pointed to the mirrored wall and Phillip saw the size of his muscles, he felt so powerful, bigger than the biggest man ever! His muscles felt invulnerable! His blond hair now reached his shoulders, and his cock had grown to fully 20 inches long! His biceps were bigger than his chest used to be when he first entered the temple.

“Thank you, milord!” Phillip kissed the titan’s feet, hearing the sinister laughter of the god! “GO MY KNIGHT! SPREAD MY WORD, BRING ME NEW WORSHIPPERS!” He flexed his augmented biceps and Phillip kissed his hand and left!”

“I shall serve you wit all my soul, my Lord!” Phillip said as he left the room.

Warlord admired his new size—“That knight was really a gifted! Soon, I’ll have all of them for me and then no one will be able to question my divinity!” He said as he looked to the soldiers—“I want 25 of the biggest men in my room in five minutes!” he said as he kept admiring his improved muscles—

To be continued…


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