Eogan the Bold Hand: Booty for Sale Part 2

[Mad Dog]

Eogan was carrying Rance in his strong, thick, hairy arms. It didn't seem to matter that Rance was, in his own right, a big, strong, burly piece of man beef. He didn't seem to weigh all that much to Eogan's massive form as he was carried swiftly across the tavern and up the stairs. The barbarian had made a big show of being able to completely manhandle Greenstone's resident macho man, sweeping him of of his feet in front of everyone and bouncing his tremendous pecs that pushed against Rance as he was helplessly held by his magnificently muscled trick. He was in heaven. He'd often dreamed about being with a man that would be able to make him feel as little and weak as he felt now, but being built as well as he was and living in times where there was only rudimentary knowledge about bodybuilding, there was little Rance could hope for in terms of fulfilling his fantasy. But Eogan was now making his wishes come true, even if he didn't realize it.

At the moment, they were furiously making out on the steps. Eogan wasn't a soft kisser. He probably didn't even know what that meant. All his kisses were firm and ravenous and soul-consuming. It almost felt like he wanted to eat him, Rance thought. The barbarian's thick tongue was pushing itself all over the smaller man's mouth, searching for satisfaction. A heavy grunt escaped Eogan's throat as he felt something warm trickling from the exposed edge of his leather loincloth, his oily, sticky precum starting to come out and marinate his manmeat. He released Rance from his kiss and the gigolo gasped in air. He had nearly been suffocated in that passionate make-out session! "Simmer down, big guy," he gasped. "You are going to kill me at this rate!"

They had reached the top of the stairs and Eogan set Rance down. He had a cocky look on his handsome, rugged features and his blond beard framed a wicked smile. "I thought you were a powerful man," Eogan teased, his speech still slurred because of the booze and his accent. He put his fists to his tight waist and flexed and flared out his lats, arms and chest. He filled up nearly the entire hallway with his width and he had to duck his head a little to keep from hitting the ceiling. The dwellings of the soft folk weren't made with a huge barbarian like him in mind. "Are you saying that all this is too much for you?"

Rance was absolutely dazzled. Eogan's body was pumped to such enormity that he had never seen a man as strong or as big as he. His biceps sat fat on his arms with a strong vein running across the peak. His triceps were ultra-defined from years of swinging his heavy broadsword. His shoulders were like melons, each head clearly defined. His massive, hairy chest was a wonder to behold, the crevasse between the two meaty masses of his pecs invited one to poke a finger (or in this case, a whole hand) in to see how soft and warm it felt. Be wary that the aggressive muscle man didn't tense the twin hemispheres, or you wouldn't be going anywhere any time soon. His belly was tight and rippled with his blocky abdominals, with a fine treasure trail of blond hair leading into his groin. And what a groin it was! The leather thong looked pathetic at the moment, trying to ensnare the throbbing beast within and losing ground all the time. One of the beast's huge testicles was nearly hanging outside of the bit of fabric. The entire thing looked damp and soaked from Eogan's overproductive glands, pumping out the clear liquid of sexual anticipation in large amounts. At least Rance knew Eogan was interested. And even this stud's legs were huge with power and strength. The thighs touched each other almost all the way to his knees, and his calves were diamond-hard. Rance bet that Eogan could jump quite high, despite his size and weight.

He embraced the big, smelly warrior as much as his arms could around his massive torso and seductively licked Eogan's dark, jutting nipple. "Eogan, you're the only one that's man enough for me," he sighed.

Eogan let out a sound that was almost like a purr, the kind you'd hear from a great jungle cat. "It is time I show you just how much man you have."

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Galvin's eyes turned blood-red as his mind and soul were being obliterated from the body they had inhabited up until now. Dengard roared in joy as he asserted himself over the quickly transforming bundle of flesh he had been reborn into. As his kind, the race of giants, was dying out, he (being the most powerful among them) used the last of his magical ability to craft a ring and put his soul into it. Anyone who put on the ring would then become the vessel of Dengard's power. He cast a surveying eye over this mortal sack of flesh he had been born into. He flexed an arm and it burst out of its fabric prison, pumping up hard and tight with huge brawn. "Tsk," he clucked. He had a long way to go. His arm was only as big as his head, after all. He needed to become much bigger to reclaim his former muscular glory. Such puny, weak things humans were. They were like ants to his kind. They thought nothing of crushing them under their feet or drowning them in their cum. How had they managed to outlive his proud race?

He focused more on growing into the creature he knew he was and his muscular hypertrophy seemed to double its rate. His chest had long ago burst free and was inflating with so much muscle and power that Dengard was having trouble looking over it. He smiled a crooked, ugly smile. That was as it should be. Nothing so small that it could be hid by the majesty of his pecs was worthy of his attention. His thighs burst from the human's pants, corded thickly with huge swaths of muscle and strong enough to crush stones between. His colossal gianthood flopped out and slapped his thighs with a loud whack, hanging to his knees. He laughed a cruel laugh. He was so much more than these feeble humans could handle! He was rending the trappings of this pitiful human's life like the childish toys they were. He brought his arms forward and his broad back ripped out of the rest of the tunic, his thickening neck ripping the collar to shreds.

He narrowed his eyes, the flaming red irises crackling with his power. Yes, it would take some time to grow back into his magnificence, indeed.

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Eogan and Rance had finally entered the barbarian's room after a series of exhausting kisses they had shared while making their way there. As Rance walked into the room, he was finally catching his breath. This man was insatiable! he thought, by far the horniest client he'd ever had. As he turned back to survey his catch, he saw Eogan shutting the heavy wooden door behind them. Eogan had spread his wide, thick form out, completely blocking the doorway they had come through with his fibrous mass. There would be no escape, that was for sure. Eogan had a grimace on his face that could've been mistaken for a smile. His teeth were bared, the canines slightly more pointed than you'd find on a regular human; a mark of his barbarian heritage. His eyes were smoldering at his prey. Yes, Rance thought, that's exactly how Eogan looked right this moment. He was a predator. A big, burly carnivore that had just cornered its meal. The barbarian's chest heaved with big, heavy breaths, making his chest expand gloriously and then collapse into defined splendor. A little bit of drool was escaping his mouth and his crotch, following the canyons and tributaries of his thigh muscles. In truth, it made Rance slightly frightened, but thrilled all the same. There was no mistaking who was the seducer in this situation.

"Well, Sir Bold Hand," Rance attempted to charm, "what shall we do now?"

"Strip yourself," Eogan lustily growled. It was not a suggestion.

Rance's eyes widened and he smiled. "So you'd like a show, eh? Stripping is my specialty... well, next to some other choice talents."

"Less talk," the warrior ordered, roughly fondling his leaking bulge.

Feeling slightly scolded, but still turned on, Rance began his strip. He started by running his hand down his bared torso. His smooth, light skin was a delightful contrast to the vivid red tunic he wore, and his thick, meaty pecs and washboard abs were well-displayed. He then shucked off one half of the tunic, denuding the left side of his body. His torso was truly well-developed. A vein ran over his bicep and through his shoulder to his chest. So he was vascular, too. He flexed his left arm and traced the oblique that pointed straight into his scandalous shorts. He played with his left pec, lifting the generous mass with his hand and letting it fall back down thickly. He circled his pink areola which made his nipple pop out like a bullet. He removed the other half of his tunic, leaving his upper body completely bare. Rance first crushed his pecs together to show the deep cleavage, then went into a lat spread to show off the whole package. His waist was tight and hollowed magnificently. He turned around and did it again, showcasing his wide, thick lats and beautiful trapezius muscles. He did a rear double biceps pose, too, just for dramatic effect. Now it was time for the really fun stuff, he thought.

He turned back around to face the horny-beyond-belief barbarian. Eogan looked as if all that kept him from devouring Rance right that second was a prayer. Rance began to lower his white shorts, with some trouble. After all, his bubble butt was famous in Greenstone. "Ye could set yer mug o' ale on it, if ye wanted," a particularly enthusiastic trick told him once. His thighs were no laughing matter, either. As he lowered the white ass-huggers, black straps were becoming visible underneath. He winked at Eogan, who instinctively growled in displeasure. He had been hoping Rance was naked underneath his shorts. It meant he would be getting to the cock faster. Rance turned around and began bending over as he shoved his shorts down his thick legs. His glutes displayed themselves for the tipsy, horny barbarian eagerly. They were fat globes sitting on the back of his slim hips, just waiting for a good slap. As the shorts descended further, it was clear some kind of undergarment was being worn. A thin black fabric wound itself around Rance's waist and dove between his ass cheeks. It was clear as he bent further that the thin material was rubbing against his winking, puckered asshole. As his shorts reached his feet, he stepped out of them and threw them aside. Rance turned back around and displayed his nearly nude form to his randy client.

The undergarment was a small black loincloth that looked like it was doing all it could to hold back its owner's sex. Rance's genitals made a generous bulge in the black pouch, but the dark material told nothing of its owner's juicy details. One only got the vague picture of what lay beneath. Rance arched his eyebrow and pursed his lips into an intrigued expression as he shimmied his hips for the benefit of showcasing his package, the bulge swaying ever so slightly with his gyrations. He lifted the straps at either side of his pouch and pulled them out, sliding down the loincloth in the process. After he got them down and stepped out of them, he twirled it a few times on his right index finger before flinging it to a corner of the room. Rance was now completely nude, his magnificently sculpted body completely exposed to Eogan. His cock was long, reaching a few inches past his navel and it stood straight up. It was the perfect girth for its length, which meant that it was thick, but did not look particularly fat when taken into account in the bigger picture. He was uncut and the foreskin was pulled back exposing all of the glistening glans, a bubble of precum forming at the tip to illustrate how eager Rance was for his warrior lover. His crotch was completely smooth. He'd found it to be the preferred fashion among both men and women seeking his attention.

Eogan had been incredibly aroused by the performance Rance had put on for him. Normally he would've just thrown his man to the ground and plugged in by now, but something about the way Rance looked and moved made him savor the sexual tease. He had been hypnotized by it, his tongue lolling out of his mouth in lust and desire, drooling all over himself. His dick was fighting to get out of its prison, and if given enough time it would clearly win. The testicle from before had finally dropped all the way out of the leather covering and the fresh air and space had caused it to swell and roil with sexual fluid. His crotch was absolutely drenched now. With no further ado, he took his right hand and ripped off the leather like it was wet paper, its shreds falling to the ground. His cock immediately swung upwards, the tip releasing strands of precum as it flew and some actually landed on Rance. Finally, the big, angry glans hit Eogan's lower pecs and his fat brown balls, dusted with the same blond hair that covered his muscular body, dropped heavily down his thighs, looking as large and ripe as two pomegranates. Eogan's dick kept pumping out precum in large gushes, the slick fluid running down the brutally thick length of his sex organ, making it wet and shiny in the candlelight of the bedroom. The generous folds of foreskin around the head of his dick meant that even fully erect, his head was partially hidden by the fat brown skin. Precum was pooling in it and running out as it overflowed. Rance was shocked by the size and scope of what Eogan truly was. He hadn't ever imagined anyone could be so endowed physically. The barbarian was absolutely loaded with muscle and cock! How lucky could a guy get?

"Now we mate," Eogan commanded, his voice deep and husky with his overpowering need to fuck.

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Dengard continued to grow and change into his ultimate form within the abode that formerly belonged to Greenstone's appraiser, Galvin. He was becoming truly massive now, far beyond anything a human, even a barbarian, could attain. His arms were twice as large as his head now and rising. Each moment brought pounds upon pounds of lean muscular might to his frame. His abs were bulking, his pecs adding depth and breadth, his lats shooting outwards like muscular wings, making his arms take even more preposterous angles. His thighs blew out more and more, the thick muscular mass completely overhanging his knees by feet now. His feet and hands were becoming larger, too, befitting the king of giants. Galvin's face was disappearing and Dengard's was asserting itself. It had an ancient quality, as if it were the template the gods used to form the quintessential man. His nose was flat and broad, his powerful, wide nostrils breathing in air in high quantities, making his chest expand even more. His wide mouth was filled with jagged teeth that were excellent at rending meat and grinding bones. His height kept augmenting, his grandiosity nearly becoming too much for Galvin's ceiling to contain.

The time has come to take this to another level, Dengard decided. He needed to unveil more of his true self upon this piteous body. He concentrated and he felt the change occur. Shoulder joints below the armpits began to form on his lats, and soon small arms, the kind you would see on a baby, began to sprout from the muscle as well. It looked disgusting and slightly ridiculous on such a huge figure. But then they began to massively develop, lengthening and bulking with muscular mass and strength. Soon he had two new arms under his old ones. Each was as powerful and eager to develop new brawn as the original ones. As Dengard's power began to swell even higher, he stretched to his full, augmenting height and with his four sinew-laden arms he reached up and began to push against the stone ceiling, feeling how easily it began to give way in the face of his peerless physique.

And he was only getting started. He would grow more and more until reaching his ultimate size. And then the really fun part would come. He would set about taking his revenge on this town full of pitiful, weak-bodied humans. And he also had to concern himself with re-populating the countryside. After all, he was the last living giant. He would need to find women and give them his seed, which his large, bouncing, fat balls were telling him he had in ready, unending supply. No one on earth would be able to stop him from causing destruction and mayhem. He gave out a cold-blooded, evil laugh as the ceiling gave way, crumbling harmlessly around his thick muscles.

To be continued...?

[muscl4life]

Will Eogan finally satisfy his epic lust? Will the evil giant finally get his revenge over humans?

I can barely wait for next installment - BTW the four armed muscular giant? WOW! I have to say that I like some parts of multi-limb fantasy, and you sir are very brave to demonstrate such peculiar taste.

Congratulations, this story is growing really interesting. Keep up the great work.