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A Visit to the Training Grounds

Gareth sighed, he felt like he'd been travelling for days, and yet he'd only awoken a few hours ago.

The last thing he remembered before awaking, was that he was hunting down a band of demons who'd made their lair close to his town. Heading into the woods, he came across a small cave with an eerie green glow emanating from deep inside. After nearing it, well, that was where his memory went blank. He sighed again, walking the only path he'd found, a few signposts he'd passed claimed it lead to the capital city of this region, a good a place to go as any other he surmised.

Gareth looked a bit of an odd sight in the bright, sunny and colourful countryside, the man himself was very pale, some would say almost sickly so. He was also noticeably gaunt, despite working as a skilled fighter, he didn't have the rippling muscles that many built. His demeanour matched his look very well, he was cold and serious, with little time for pointless frivolities. He just wanted to reach the nearest settlement and gather his bearings, so he could return to his own town, one usually enveloped in rain and shadows, far more to his taste.

It wasn't too much longer before the silhouette of an immense castle and a surrounding city appeared on the horizon, Gareth thankful he was finally almost there, but as he trekked on, he saw a very large and open arena-like area not too far from the road. He soon reached what seemed to be the entrance, a large sign reading "Twin-axe Training Grounds" standing over it, the pale man quirking a brow, then looking over the spacious grounds. The centrepiece was a huge, deep pit that he guessed was the main 'arena', a few smaller stone plazas dotted about around it, some with training dummies around them. Other than that, a large, single-story building stood on the edge of the grounds, Gareth deciding to check if the owner was inside.

Approaching the front door he heard the thundering stomps of heavy footsteps battering against the floorboards within, the warrior raising his guard as he knocked, eyes narrowed. After hearing whoever or whatever was inside coming closer to the door, it then swung open, Gareth blinking a few times as he stared forwards at a deeply-cut, bulging eight-pack.

"Heh, up here, little guy," said a deep, gruff voice, the fighter having to crane his neck up past the wall of huge abdominals, now finding himself staring at two mountainous pecs, barely able to see the man's face over it.

"I would guess you're the owner of this place, correct?" Gareth asked, managing to keep his gaze firmly on the titan's face.

"You'd be right, the name's Crom, moved here a few months ago and the king himself figured 'who better to run this place than a barbarian'?" he smirked, the smaller man just sighing softly.

"Yes, well, I'm not here for your life story, I just need to know which direction the town of Darov's Fall is," it seemed the much larger male's warmer disposition wasn't having much effect on Gareth.

Crom just tapped his chin, peering about a few times and then shook his head, "Never heard of the place, and I get recruits from all over this region," he rolled his immensely-broad shoulders in a shrug, the fighter exhaling in yet another sigh, turning on his heel.

"Well, it would seem I've wasted my time here," as he got ready to walk away, he felt an enormous arm wrap around his torso, holding him tightly and yanking him backwards into the barbarian's house.

"Hah, you can't just leave like that, what kind of host would I be if I didn't at least get you something to eat?" clearly not one to take 'no' for an answer, the hulk pulled the squirming fighter into his house and shut the door behind them, placing the smaller man down on a seat at his table.

"Hngh! Unhand me!" as he was finally released he glared up at Crom who just chuckled softly, walking over to a cabinet and pulling out a few large flanks of meat, plating them up and carrying them over to the table. Despite wanting nothing more than to get back to his own home, it would seem the barbarian would force this hospitality onto him whether he wanted it or not. Truth be told he rarely felt exhaustion or tiredness since he was brought back into the world of the living, but hours spent tracking through unfamiliar lands made even him welcome for some rest, enough to tolerate the larger man's presence at the very least. Nonetheless he took the chance to get a better look at the humongous male. Built with muscles that would make most people jealous, not Gareth of course, made all the easier to see with the fact the barbarian had not an ounce of hair across his torso, so the rippling slabs of beef were impossible not to notice. He wore a half-kilt that reached just past his knee, giving the odd glance at the overstuffed briefs he also wore, though naturally Gareth wouldn't stare, no sir. Other than a pair of boots he had a large gauntlet that went all the way up one arm. Surprisingly he had long, light-blonde hair that fell down his back, though some strands rested over those monumental pectorals of his, bouncing softly over them with each movement he made.

He was snapped out of his staring by the plate being slammed down before him, absolutely stacked with meat.

"Eat as much you like," Crom smiled warmly at him, before grabbing a large slab himself and chomping down on it. Gareth just eyed the food silently for a while, eventually reaching forward to get himself one of the smaller pieces, slowly gnawing on a corner of it, hoping it would appease his 'host' enough to stop bothering him quite as much.

The barbarian furrowed his brow at his guest's clear indifference, but before he could say anything there was a knock at the door, well, a battering would have been more precise, Gareth peered over half-expecting the door to smash into pieces. Crom though just strode over, opening the door open to be met with an enormous man of similar stature to himself. He was about the same height and built just as ridiculously with muscles, choosing to wear a harness, a huge belt, large boots and a large loincloth that hung over his crotch, giving similar teasing glimpses of the enormous bulge in his furred undergarments as it flitted in the breeze. Gareth looked over the new guest for a moment, trying to look him in the face but finding he wore a near-full-face helmet.

"Barbarus! Hah! You didn't say you were coming! It's been far too long, come in, come in!" Crom stepped back to let the other colossal hunk step inside, before draping an arm over his shoulder, guiding him inside.

"It has indeed been too long, you look well, Crom," the massive pair of men approached the table, taking seats, which needless to say were creaking uncomfortably under their weight. Barbarus cast an eye over Gareth, who was still unenthusiastically chewing on a scrap of meat.

"And who's this? From what I remember you don't have company all too often," he scoffed.

"Aha, well this is...actually he hasn't told me his name," both Crom and Barbarus were now eyeing Gareth, who rolled his eyes and sighed once more, before muttering.

"Gareth".

Crom chuckled heavily, "He's not the most social of people," Barbarus grinned slightly too, though it couldn't be seen.

"It would seem not, regardless, how have you been, Crom? The last time I saw you was during the Harpy Invasion four years ago, I was right when I told you we'd make it through," he nodded firmly, but that was when Gareth tuned out.

He couldn't believe the situation he was in, practically forced into wasting his time in this strange man's house, when he could be finding a way back home. He peered between the two men catching up, though he suddenly found it difficult to keep his gaze on their faces, his eyes drifting down to those simply-mammoth bodies of theirs, thick, bulging muscle as far as the eye could see, covered in next-to-nothing. What was this? He'd never been one to notice such trivial things, and yet he could feel his blood pumping a little faster, his breath picking up ever so slightly at the sight of them. And not just the sight either, both men seemed to give off a natural pheromone in their musk, a strong, heady fog that seemed to drift over to the fighter and surround him. He shrugged it off easily enough when it was just him and Crom, but with another titanic stud sitting before him, both their natural scents mixed together into an overwhelming smog of sexiness. Images started to fill his mind, of the two men; innocent at first, but soon what little clothing they had would fall away, then Gareth could see himself there with them, on his knees and...No! The fighter slammed his hands down on the table and shook his head wildly to push such thoughts from his mind. He peered up to see the two barbarians looking at him with confusion, Gareth just regaining his composure.

"You feeling alright over there?" Crom quirked a brow, Barbarus snickering softly under his helmet.

"He looks to be a little...hot and bothered, I think they call it," Gareth shot him a glare, than looked at himself in a nearby mirror, his eyes widening as he saw himself. Not only was he visibly panting rather quickly, but he had a fierce blush across his face; Him! A blush! He'd never blushed once in decades, and here he was with one across much of his normally-grey face.

Barbarus continued his teasing, "Perhaps being so close to such rippling examples of manliness is a little too much for him," he chuckled more loudly now, Crom giving a smirk too.

"Tch, you give yourself too much credit," Gareth shot back, though the usual venom that filled his words was lost, he grunted and pulled himself up to his feet.

"I knew from the start this was a waste of time!" he grabbed his pack and readied to leave, then felt a familiar feeling, a massive arm wrapping round his torso. This time though it was Barbarus, holding onto him firmly for a moment, before forcibly turning Gareth around to face him. At first the pale warrior tried to resist, but seeing that wall of bulging abs, and the undersides of those titanic pecs, he found his drive to get away had faded. Not only this, but his nostrils flared as the man's musk practically poured over him, being so close to the massive beefcake it was only natural.

Seeing the smaller male clearly in a fluster over being so close to him, Barbarus released his hold on him, instead reaching back to unfasten his harness, the thick straps falling to the floor, releasing his gargantuan muscles in all their splendour. Gareth could only stare as the muscles seemed to almost inflate now that they were freed, bulging out to their full size, as if they weren't already immense enough. Despite now being free to go, the mercenary made no attempt to run, just gazing in awe at the vast landscape of perfectly-sculpted musculature looming over him.

"Hah, it's just as I said, awe-struck by us," the massive hunk grabbed to back of Gareth's head and pressed his face against his massive abdominals, the fighter unable to hold back a groan as he felt the warm, firm muscles against his face, and took in deep whiffs of Barbarus' potent, manly aroma.

"Don't be shy, have a feel of them if you like," the titan didn't even need to force him this time; before he knew it Gareth had laid his hands on the man's stomach and was carefully but eagerly stroking over each unbelievably-thick ridge, and tracing his fingers through each deep crevasse between them.

Crom was just watching the two, but it was clearly having an effect on him, his own mighty chest was rising and falling faster than normal with his quick breaths, and the monstrous bulge between his legs was already springing to life, growing even more goliath with each passing second.

As Gareth worshipped Barbarus' midriff, he could feel a similar thing happening, the barbarian's colossal endowment was shaping up in his furred briefs and pressing against him, a deeper blush crossing his harsh features as he moved on to actually licking over the goliath abs, still not believing what he was doing, but unable to stop himself.

"Mmmmh, you really do like my muscles, well, how about these?" the helmeted hunk leant down so his endless pecs were squashed against the fighter's face, or rather he was squashed into the deep chasm between them. Gareth just groaned deeply as his hands now worked on kneading whatever he could reach of the vast slabs of beef, lapping frantically at the sweaty divide between them, murring all the while.

Just as he was really getting into it though, he felt two giant masses squash against the back of his head, it was Crom, now trapping the smaller male between his and Barbarus' massive chests and grunting softly.

"Mmmh, how's that?" the blonde beefcake snickered as he and his friend rose to their full height, actually lifting Gareth who was helplessly smothered by their mammoth shelves of beef, not to mention the sheer amount of musk that would practically coursing through the fighter's body at this point, it seemed the barbarians' chests were a hotbed of their pheromones, and the effect was so strong he hung limp in the air between them, just taking in deep dregs of the addictive stuff.

"Ngh, I don't know about you Barbarus, but I'm getting a bit riled up here", Crom gestured down to his half-kilt which was now tented obscenely by his godly, semi-hard manhood, visibly throbbing through the cloth.

His old friend just gestured down to his loincloth, which had long been barged out of the way by his briefs which were in the near-perfect shape of a giant cock, pulsating dangerously and slowly growing in size.

Crom eyed the intimidating bulge, reaching down to his own, "What say we 'release the beasts'," he grinned dumbly as Barbarus grabbed at his own underwear, and in one quick motion, both men tore what little clothing they had remaining off, both sighing deeply in relief as their monumental meat erupted out, precum already drooling from them into puddles on the floor.

After they did this, they decided Gareth had had enough, and each leant back, releasing the much smaller male who fell to the floor with a crash, slowly managing to regain his senses, at least partially. He pulled himself to his feet, a little wobbly, and as he glanced either side of him his jaw almost hit the floor; the barbarians' cocks were looming over him too, the odd drip of precum splattering down onto his face. He couldn't stop himself from just gawping at their sheer size, and something deep within him was spurred own once again. He darted over to Crom's, trying to grab the base with both hands, but alas, it was just too thick. Still, he pumped it as well as he could and lashed his tongue over every inch of throbbing flesh, groaning in delight at being able to please such a considerable cock.

As his hands worked overtime he felt something prodding against is back, it seemed Barbarus wasn't content just watching. Gareth pulled back, holding both mammoth meatpoles together so he could go between them, licking over one, then the other, catching as much of their thick, musky precum as he could and gulping it down.

"Crom old friend, when he gets us ready, which end with you take?" Barbarus grinned wickedly behind his helmet, Gareth going wide-eyed at the thought, but this only spurred him on to work faster, his hands sliding down to feel for their balls, finding them quickly and just as oversized as the rest of them, he couldn't even cup a hand around one.

"Mmmh, that's a good question, well, since you're the guest, why don't you take the back, and I'll stick with the front," he licked his lips as he leered down at the pale man, grabbing the back of his head and forcing his mouth around the head of his cock. Gareth had to breathe through his nose quickly as his entire mouth was completely filled by the man's shaft, he could feel every throb as he was forced down inch after inch of it, still guzzling down the precum that leaked from it.

"Very well," was all the other hulking brute said as he positioned himself behind Gareth, starting to pull the man's gear off, revealing a smooth, surprisingly-well-toned body.

"Mmmh, your body is so much finer than I would have guessed," but once the smaller man's rump was on display, he grabbed the base of his immense slab of manliness and pressed the head against his hole.

Gareth cried out as he was stretched around the enormously-thick meat, his moans echoing down Crom's cock, whose owner just sped things up, in no time he'd driven each foot of cock down the man's throat, forcing his face into his deep jungle of fine pubic hair, the musk really was overpowering now and what little grasp of reality the fighter had was soon lost to waves of ecstasy. He rested there limply as both beefy studs took control, Crom waiting for Barbarus to hilt himself, which he did, after a deep breath and a bellowing roar, every inch of that goliath cock was slammed deep inside Gareth, only sending him into greater throes of pleasure.

The didn't give him must time to acclimate to the giant tools filling him to the brim, before they grabbed him tightly and began pulling out, before ploughing back inside him. In no time both men for furiously fucking the smaller man who did nothing to resist, just letting out moan after moan, his own rather sizeable member throbbing madly, clearly he was nearing his limit already.

"Ngh, hope you're enjoying yourself down there," Crom grinned as he grunted, his already-mammoth musculature shivering and tensing, bulging out evermore massively as he used his immense strength to pound away at Gareth mercilessly, Barbarus doing much the same thing to the fighter's behind.

He'd never once thought he'd find himself in such a situation, but now he was in it he could barely hold himself back, and after a few more thrusts he let it all go, Gareth roaring down Crom's shaft as he shot his load over the arenamaster's floor, bliss flooding through his body. As he reached his climax his hole tightened considerably around Barbarus' mighty rod, and he bit down on Crom's massive pillar, both titans letting out a roar that shook the house to it's foundations, as they unleashed their twin torrents of thick, powerful seed deep into the smaller man, Gareth powerless against the strong tides that filled him, feeling the tar-like cum pour into his relatively-smaller body.

After the hunks' ridiculously-large balls had finally emptied, they pulled out of the hopelessly-spent man, who just fell to the floor, panting heavily.

"Mmmmh, this -has- been a very nice visit," Barbarus grinned wolfishly as he pulled his clothing back on, it much harder than when he took it off, his cock still semi-hard and not wanting to fit back into the skimpy briefs. Crom was having similar difficulty with his underwear.

"It certainly was, you'll have to visit again sooner Barbarus, you too Gareth," he snickered down at the smaller man who was finally free of all that pent-up arousal. With his mind clear he quickly got to his feet and hurried back into his clothing, making sure not to make eye contact with either of the other two. When he was fully clothed again he grabbed his pack, and with an aggravated sigh, he shot out the door, a fierce blush still plastered across his face as he marched towards the capital, leaving both barbarians in hysterics.