maciste and the muscle demon

[cscpttrainer]

Maciste and the Muscle Demon

WARNING: This story contains male sex and violence and is for persons over 18 years old. If you find that uninteresting, offensive or are underage, please do not read further. NOT FOR REPUBLISHING.


Maciste after much effort disposed of the muscular warriors who were guarding the path to the cave that was the home to the demon. These guards would have been more than a match for any attacking force. Even the powerful Maciste had to struggle against them. They were men from the village who had been transformed into the demon?s worshippers. Maciste did not harm the men, only knocked them unconscious. The women of the village had called Maciste to save their men from the demon. Several months ago the village miners had unearthed an ancient tomb deep inside the mountain. But it wasn?t really a tomb. It was a jail for a demon whom the Ancients had encapsulated in stone there when the human race was young. Once released from his confinement, the demon slowly enslaved the men the village. The men abandoned their village, wives and their children, only to serve the sexual desires of the demon. The women had called upon Maciste to come and rescue their men from the enchantment. With the help of an old wizard, Maciste had obtained a magical, silver dagger with which he could kill the demon and vanquish him from the dimension of earth.

As he reached the cave, he saw something in the brush next to the entrance. He paused to look. There was the body of a young man, but it was merely skin and bones on a body as if it had been starved of food. His eyes were still open and his hallowed cheeks and mouth frozen open as if he were still screaming. Maciste put his hands over the young man?s eyes and closed them.

?Don?t worry, son, I will avenge you,? he said to the body and he entered the cave.

Maciste walked slowly and surreptitiously through the cave hugging the stonewall looking for additional guards. At the end of the passageway, he came to the entry of a large hollowed room. There at the far end were torches on either side of a stone throne. In it sat the demon.

?I know you are there, Maciste. Welcome,? he said. ?Come closer so we can get a good look at each other.?

His hiding exposed, Maciste walked closer to the demon and came within 20 feet of him. He stared at the demon. The demon had the body of a tall, lean muscular man with broad shoulders and long dark wavy hair that reached his shoulders. His skin was light brown and he wore nothing but a small loincloth that barely covered his large member.

?You stare, Maciste. Do you like this human form that I have chosen? It suits my needs. But you are quite an impressive specimen of manhood yourself, ? said the demon as he admired Maciste?s larger and leaner muscular physique. The demon was hungry.

?Enough of this,? Maciste shouted. ?Release these men of the village now from your spells, and I will not harm you!?

The demon laughed at the demand.

?I am sure you are quite formidable. But you are going to meet a challenger whom I think you will find most extraordinary. His name is Sarkus.?

From the shadows off to the side of the stone throne, a blonde, bronzed man stepped into the torchlight. Maciste?s eyes turned to the foe. He was the same height and build as Maciste, about 6?2? with broad bulbous shoulders that tapered to a 32-inch waist and etched abs. But he had about 20 pounds of more muscle than Maciste had on the same frame. Sarkus smiled confidently at Maciste and slowly raised his right arm and flexed. Sarkus?s right bicep rose and rose and rose. His arm peaked at 22 inches, almost two inches bigger than the village women?s hero.

?Yes, you see Maciste. Sarkus was the strongest and largest warrior in this village until he joined me. And with the gifts I have bestowed on him, he is now the strongest man in the world! Oh, I?m sorry. Didn?t that used to be your title?? snickered the demon.

?I have defeated larger opponents in the past,? Maciste answered confidently. ?Sarkus will be no different.?

?Well then, Sarkus, why don?t you dethrone Maciste from his title officially??

Sarkus strode toward the hero. Maciste pulled the magic dagger from its sheath in his belt and lunged toward his larger twin. He planned to push Sarkus aside and head toward to the demon himself. But Sarkus was fast for his size and he quickly stopped Maciste?s advance. He grabbed Maciste?s left arm that held dagger and then his right. The two muscle giants were locked hand to hand in a contest of pure strength. As each one pressed upon the other and seemed to gain an inch, his opponent pushed back and recovered the lost ground. The struggle went on and on. Sarkus focused his right grip, which was his stronger side, on Maciste?s left wrist. His hand pressed like a vise attempting to force Maciste to drop the dagger. Maciste resisted but his wrist contained little direct muscular power to resist the powerful vise. Eventually his wrist gave way and the dagger fell from his hand whereupon Sarkus kicked it toward the edge of the darkness of the chamber. With the dropping of the weapon, Maciste was freer to force back Sarkus?s hand and once again the titans were locked in what seemed like an unending test of strength.

?Surprised, Maciste?? taunted the demon. ?Never felt this kind of power before, have you? I knew when I made Sarkus?s muscles larger, they would with my help become more powerful than yours!?

Yes, Maciste was surprised. No man, no matter how large, had been able to match Maciste in power for this long.

A small seed of doubt began to grow in Maciste?s mind, and where there is doubt, there is weakness. In a battle of near equals, doubt can make a difference. As doubt began to swirl in Maciste?s mind, the endurance of his powerful muscles began to weaken. As Sarkus pushed, Maciste could no longer recover the lost ground. Sarkus noticed this; his confidence grew and with confidence comes more strength into the body. That confidence made Sarkus push even harder than he ever had before, further weakening Maciste and pushing him back further and down. Maciste looked into the burning brown eyes of this opponent who was slowly overpowering him. Then in those eyes he saw the face of Sarkus?s wife calling Maciste to help her. ?Sarkus, think of your wife and children,? Maciste said. Sarkus almost seemed to pause. That gave Maciste an opportunity. Using the force that Sarkus was himself applying, Maciste added his own and pulled both himself and Sarkus backwards. As Maciste?s back hit the floor, he lifted his feet onto the washboard abdomen of his foe and propelled him backward with such a force that Sarkus was body slammed against the cavity?s stonewall. He fell to the floor unconscious.

Maciste leaped to his feet and faced the demon who rose from his chair and slowly approached him, clapping. Maciste needed to stall. He needed to find the dagger on the cave floor. His eyes scanned for it while trying to be watchful of the demon.

?Very good, Maciste. You have lived up to your reputation.? The demon and the hero circled each other as they spoke. Unknown to Maciste, the demon? s breath contained a chemical that acted like a narcotic that weakened a human?s will.

As he scanned for the dagger, Maciste decided to engage the demon. ?Now release these men before it?s too late,? Maciste threatened.

Again the demon laughed. ?Did you know, Maciste, that each one of these men joined me willingly? Yes, each one wanted to be manlier and more powerful, for their women, for their place in their village, for their work. So I gave them the strength and the physiques they dreamed about. As each one saw what I had given them, more came to me asking for the same thing! Their own lack of self worth turned them to me.?

?But you enchanted them. They rejected their wives, and left their families to become your slave.? Maciste?s tone was no longer angry like previously. He seemed to become calm as the demon?s breath began to take effect on him. Then he spotted a flicker of light off the silver dagger on the floor. The two continued to circle each other as they talked but Maciste stopped when he reached the spot where he saw the flicker.

?Ha! How little you know! These men asked for the physical gifts I gave them. In exchange, I asked for their love. They experienced an ecstasy with me that their wives could never provide them. Once they tasted my pleasure, no women could satisfy them again. From their love, I grew even more powerful.?

?You care nothing of these men, their village or their families,? Maciste said with conviction. His heart rate was slowing.

?In fact, I care for and know them quiet well,? answered the demon. ?I even know you, Maciste, better than you do. I know your character. Yes, you are good and true but I know what moves you.?

?You know nothing about me.? Maciste began to feel lightheaded. His heart was no longer racing. He began to think about his timing. He needed to step back and reach for the dagger and plunge it into the demon but he needed to lull the demon into thinking he was not a threat. The demon?s breath though was distracting his concentration.

?Oh but I do. You see, your conviction, your courage, your confidence, your goodness, your steadfastness comes not from your inner nature. It comes from your strength, your looks and your body. Without them, your nature is just as weak as everyone else?s. I can enhance that body for you.?

Maciste stepped back and his left foot stepped on the blade of the dagger. He was not ready though. His mind was cloudy and relaxed and he listened to the demon further.

?Let me show you. Curl your right arm for me and show me that beautiful manliness of your arm.?

Now was the time for Maciste to reach for the dagger but he was confused and susceptible. He secretly enjoyed showing off his physique to the women he slept with and he wanted to show it off now.

He did as the demon suggested and raise his arm showing off his 20 inch peaked tan bicep.

?Yes, look at it Maciste.? Maciste stared at it. ?It is so beautiful. Now squeeze it a little harder and watch it!?

As Maciste flexed more, he watched his bicep began to grow larger and larger till it was 23 inches.

Maciste?s eyes opened wide. ?Yes, I have made it even more beautiful. Now kiss it.?

Maciste continued to stare at his right gun and the veins and striations that ran across it. Never had it been that pumped.

The demon gently touched the back of Maciste?s head, pushing his face toward his bicep until Maciste?s lips reached it and then hesitantly kissed it.

?Yes, it?s beautiful, isn?t it?? the demon repeated.

?Join me, Maciste, love me, and that bicep will be yours forever.?

Maciste pondered those words as he continued to stare at his incredible masculine arm.

Then from the place where Sarkus was lying, came a moan as Sarkus began to wake up, pressing himself off the floor with his inverted V triceps. Maciste turned his head toward Sarkus.

That distraction was enough to break the mesmerizing moment for Maciste. He pushed the demon back and shouted ?No. Never.?

The demon was surprised but not alarmed. He stepped further back from his prey. ?So Maciste. You have chosen. But as I said, who you are comes from that physique of yours. Without it, you are no hero, no moral guardian. You are no better or more valorous than others, may be even weaker than most.?

Maciste stood watching the demon as he spoke. His mind was so dazed, he did not know what to do though the dagger lay at his feet.

?Where shall we start? Let?s start with those guns of yours. Every man notices first another man?s arm muscles. What if those arms suddenly shrunk and turned to flab??

Maciste looked at his right arm. Gone were the leanness, the veins, the bulbous delts, the defined biceps and triceps. Replaced with a mound of flab, straight and smooth and hanging off his arm.

?No!? shouted Maciste. By now, Sarkus was standing behind the demon watching Maciste?s transformation.

?And how about those powerful legs of yours that propelled my Sarkus!?

As the demon spoke, Maciste?s defined muscular quads and calves also turned to flab. His legs had become fat and would jiggle if he walked.

?My leg muscles!?

?Oh I have just begun!? laughed the demon. ?Let?s turn that six pack into a bowl of jelly.? Maciste?s incredible abdominal armor grew out and disappeared into a belly of fat that hung over his loincloth.

?No, stop!? He reached and touched his now soft, cushiony stomach.

?And of course, those rounded striated pecs of yours.? His impressive domed pecs deflated and drooped. His once taunt nipples puffed out. His chest looked like bitch tits in need of a bra.

?No, my chest! My power! My strength! What have you done to me! Give it back to me! Give it back!? he shouted to the demon.

Maciste fell to his knees and he placed his hands on his now flabby, hanging man boobs. Whereas before he had felt his strong hard pec muscles, now he felt only softness like a woman?s breast. That feeling was too much for him.

?So Maciste, where is that confidence? Where is that goodness of yours? Where is that bravery?? The demon laughed.

Maciste then felt the dagger at his ankle. He reached down and grabbed it. He quickly jumped up and pointed the dagger at the demon, staring him in the eyes.

?Stop, Maciste. If you strike me with that dagger, your present form will become permanent. You will never become the muscleman you were.?

Suddenly Maciste froze. Could the demon?s words be true? Could he kill the demon but be trapped without his strength, power and physique? He had to kill him. He had to save the others. He must do it. He looked down at his fatty chest and his bulging belly.

Maciste let go of the knife and it fell to the floor with a clang.

He dropped his head to his chest and whispered, ?I will do what you want so long as you change me back.?

The demon laughed. He picked up the dagger and handed it to Sarkus and said, ?Destroy it.? Sarkus took the dagger into his hands and began to bend it, breaking it in two.

The demon walked around Maciste as he spoke to him. ?So our hero wasn?t really the hero was he? Yes, it was easy before, wasn?t it, Maciste? You were stronger than everyone, you were more powerful than everyone, you were handsome, you had that physique of yours that every man was jealous of and every woman loved. It was easy to be brave! It was easy to be righteous! It was easy to sacrifice and do the right thing! Because you never had to sacrifice, did you? But now with all that gone, it?s hard, isn?t it? In fact, for you, it was too hard. You couldn?t do it without your power, your strength, your beauty. You were in fact all this time, weak inside. Weak where it counted. Not so wonderful and godlike as everyone thought!?

Maciste head continued to look down. His wide but now smoothed shoulders slumped forward. He realized all the demon said was true. It was easy for him to be good when he was so powerful. He could never fail. Tears began to well in his eyes.

?I?ve agreed to do as you wish, now change me back,? whispered the broken. former muscleman. ?Give me back my strength?.,? he hesitated, ??..please.?

?Go into that room over there and sit on the floor,? said the demon pointing at an opening at the far end of the chamber. ?I will join you there.?

Two other muscular henchmen escorted Maciste out the large chamber.

The demon turned toward the room and Sarkus grabbed his sinewy arm.

?Master,? he said, ?Please give him to me. Let me have him.?

?No, Sarkus,? he replied, grabbing Sarkus?s arm and quickly removing it from his. ?His power and strength are enormous. Unlike any I have felt before. I must have it for myself. I do not have much time. I found a weakness in his mind and my little transformation trick will not last long. I must move quickly before he realizes it.?

Maciste entered the room and sat down on the black bear skin rug that covered the stone floor. As he sat, he looked down at his chest. There hung two sacks of fat looking like udders where his massive tight rounded pecs once were. He began to weep. He thought as soon as his strength was restored, he would crush the demon?s head with his restored strength. But he needed to cooperate with the demon for his plan to work.

The demon entered the small room alone and stood in front of the weeping Maciste.
?So Maciste, do you miss your power? Do you miss your muscles??

?Yes,? the once confident hero answered. ?I want them back. I need them. What do you want from me??

?Well, I can restore them. But you must first give yourself utterly to me. With all your will and with all your heart.?

?I don?t know if I can,? he said.

?You must if you want the magic to change you back. Or do you prefer a chest like this?? And the demon took his hands and lifted each sagging fatty pecs of Maciste and let them fall back onto the warrior?s chest like pillows of jelly.

Maciste wiped the tears from his face. He knew he had no choice. ??I?ll?.I?ll? try as you wish.? And his chin sunk lower onto this chest, hoping his moment for revenge would come soon.

?First, you must drink.? The demon knelt in front of the hero and began to massage his own powerful left pec. Maciste raised his head and watched. As the demon pressed into the pec, the pec began to swell. It quickly became bloated and the nipple, once tight, was now puffy. The demon lifted the tumescent chest muscle with his left hand, leaned toward Maciste and with his right hand behind the hero?s head brought Maciste?s mouth to the demon?s nipple and said, ?Now drink this milk from me.?

Reluctantly, Maciste began to suck as commanded. The milk was both sweet and sour, neither foul nor refreshing. The demon?s head and eyes looked toward the ceiling as he enjoyed the hero?s mouth on his areola. Maciste drank until the pec was no longer inflated and had returned to its original shape.

?Now onto your hands and knees, Maciste,? ordered the demon. The warrior complied.

Maciste looked down and saw his fatty pecs hanging off his chest with his nipples pointing to the rug like large udders. His pecs no longer grew like cliffs from his sternum. More tears flowed into his eyes. ?I must do this,? he said to himself. ?I must get my body back and then I will take care of this demon.?

The demon ripped Maciste?s loincloth from him and the warrior was now totally naked. The demon knelt beside Maciste?s torso and rubbed his hands together. As he rubbed, his pores began to open up and secreted a special whitish oil. The demon began to massage the oil into the warrior?s smooth back and shoulders. As the demon rubbed, the warrior?s delts, lats, traps and rhomboids began to reappear.

The oil and the rubbing created a warming sensation in Maciste. As the demon rubbed, the warming sensation had a soothing effect on the warrior. His mind began to feel at ease and adrift either from the warmth or the demon milk or both. Maciste did not know which, but more important, he did not care. He began to yearn for the stress relief it provided. That comfort gradually led to feelings of pleasure. He began to enjoy the massage the demon was giving him. The demon extended the massage to the hero?s fatty and sagging glutes. The fattiness of his glutes began to melt away and was replaced with hard firming muscle. He could feel his back and glute muscles growing and tightening. ?Yes,? he said to himself, ?yes. Keep going.? Soon his buttocks were muscular and round like they were before. Maciste knew his strength must be returning. These feelings of warmth, pleasure and strength began to spread down his legs and to his arms and chest from his back and butt. More fat retreated across his body and he could see the fat shrinking from his pecs.

?How are you feeling, Maciste. Do you want more muscle back?? asked the demon.

?Yes,? he said to the demon, ?Touch me more. Touch me everywhere.?

The demon began to massage the warrior?s legs and arms and to work the palm secretions into the warrior?s hole. This was a sensation the strongman had never felt before for no man had entered there. A corner of his mind resisted but other parts said no, he must allow it to regain his strength.

By now, Maciste?s mind was entering a daze. All he felt was pleasure. He could see and feel his muscles returning. He lifted his hand off the floor to touch his right pec to feel the hardness and his pec cliffs returning. He thought it was almost time to turn on the demon, but the pleasure was so overwhelming and calming, even more powerful than sex. He paused and thought he must wait till he knew his strength was fully restored. Besides surely the pleasure would subside by then. His member began to swell.

?Now, Maciste, it is time to complete your transformation back,? smiled the demon. The demon removed his own loincloth to reveal an organ unlike any human male?s.
It was long, covered with large pores with smooth but hard edges that encircled the shaft. The demon began to rub it and it swelled to over 12 inches quickly. A black gel began to ooze from the pores on the head and sides once it stiffened.

The demon inserted his organ into the dazed strongman. Maciste winced and cried ?Augghh!? for nothing had entered him before. The gel though smoothed the way.

As the demon began to pump the strongman , the secretions eased the rubbing and surged into Maciste?s body. The black ooze travelled everywhere, to every muscle and to his brain. With each thrust, the demon?s member vibrated, flooding new sensations into the warrior?s mind. Maciste?s member quickly engorged and grew stiff.

?Now say it, Maciste, say ?I am yours, master,?? said the demon. ?Agree to give yourself to me.?

Even with the pleasure overflowing his mind, Maciste hesitated. The hero though then looked at his arms and as the demon pumped. He admired his beauty. His muscle and vascularity had returned. His member was now taller and tighter than it had ever been. A small voice in his head said he must turn and attack now.

?Now say it, Maciste. Say ?I am yours, master,?? ordered the demon as the pounded sent waves of euphoria through Maciste?s brain.

?I?. I ?.? Maciste repeated, but his mind was full of conflicting voices and still resisted. The three secretions from the demon were transforming not only his body but his mind as well. His warrior?s will was weakening.

?Now say it. Feel the hardness of your muscles, Maciste. You know you want them. Say you are mine. Otherwise your strength will be lost forever and you will lose the physique that I have returned to you. SAY IT!? His anger growing with impatience. ?This is taking too long,? thought the demon.

As the thrusts continued, the highs and lows of the euphoria leveled out. Maciste entered a dream state of bliss. He hardly noticed the thrusting anymore and could barely hear the demon?s voice which sounded faint and muffled in the new state his mind was in. He lifted his left arm and moved his hand across his chest crevice resting it on his right pec.. He looked down at it. It felt hard and it showed striations as he flexed it. Touching his hard muscle magnified the pleasure feelings even more. His finger grazed his right nipple and a spike of orgasm flooded his brain. His member began to ache for release.

?Do you want your muscles or not? ? shouted the demon as he pressed faster and harder into the restored muscleman. ?SAY IT!? the demon shouted again.

Maciste looked again at his restored chest keeping his hand pressing against his hard muscle. ?I want it,? he thought. ?I must keep it.?

?I? I?am yours, master.? Maciste whispered from his dream state as he then climaxed with such force that he was close to fainting. His seed shot copiously onto the rug.

?Yes,? shouted the demon as he looked toward the cave?s ceiling in victory. ?Give me your power!? he called out hitting his fists on his chest as he continued to hump the muscleman. The demon then climaxed. The spell was now complete.

Just then Maciste?s body began to shutter. Every muscle that had been restored quivered. The body of the demon also began to quiver. Then it was if a vacuum had started inside the warrior?s body. His muscles began to shrink and shrink. Meanwhile the demon?s physique began to grow and grow. Larger and ever more muscular and the demon shouted ?Yes! Yes! Give me more! Give me all of it. ?

As the demon withdrew from the hero. Maciste?s body collapsed face forward onto the floor. There lay a tall, broad shouldered man of only skin and bones like the desiccated male body found outside the cave?s entrance.

The demon raised his arms in a pose and stared at them. They were larger than ever before! Larger than any man had ever seen. Full of strength and might. Now the power of Maciste had become his.

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[xboy]

I really like that, i want to read more of these story, please

[Kit Werecat]

An interesting journey into the haunting narcissism of the male human being.

How much a difference there is when the same soul is either endowed with size and glorious muscularity and symmetry, or tortured by denying that same soul that awesome power and beauty. Like Maciste, how this adding or subtracting of it will affect us all in much the same way.

Further, those who have had the glorious fortune to have once been endowed with such size, might, and power, suffer in ways almost incomprehensible to the non-endowed man if, like Maciste, these glorious endowments are suddenly ripped from you, no matter what attempt you make to prevent it.

A Body Builder who after many years of developing a mind-numbing body, suddenly falling victim to a prolonged chronic disease, for example.

The story you wrote is fantasy. The emotions you describe of a person watching his power and size slowly ebb away, are not. I so wish this wasn't true.

On first look, the point of thought I make seems so outwardly vain and shallow. But if one thinks so, I'm willing to bet that person has never in their life had muscles on their body that are so breathtaking, they've fought the irresistible urge to kiss them.

Thank you for this story, and reminding us that when all is said and done, we are all only mortal after all, and cannot bear the thought of becoming physically any less than our greatest dreams.