TITANS, MONSTERS, AND LEGENDS

 BIGGUN:

In the heart of the desert, where the sun bakes the land into cracked stone and gold, there rose a city unlike any other. 

Its walls, hewn from the bones of the earth, towered above the sands. Sandstone and black iron fused together. Within those walls sprawled the capital of a vast empire: markets spilling over with spice and silk, temples crowned with domes of bronze, and in the shadow of the inner wall, the Fortress of the God-Emperor. 

The fortress was impressive. Every block was hauled by slaves from lands long since broken, every beam of iron hammered in place to the beat of war drums. From its battlements, banners the size of sails cracked in the burning wind, dyed the deep red of blood and emblazoned with the Sigil of the Sun-Scorpion—a black scorpion coiled around a blazing golden sun. 

Today, the great plaza before the fortress brimmed with warriors in perfect formation. Spears caught the sunlight like a sea of fire, shields locked and painted with the emperor’s sigil. Their faces were hard, their discipline absolute. They knew the price of disobedience. 

Centuries ago, he had been BIGGUN the Unbroken, a warlord of unmatched ferocity. Until he heard about a god and defeated him in an ferocious battle. Just to become a god himself. 

DREAM BREAKER: 

Hidden deep behind the sand dunes of the desert, the fortress was not easy to find. No one knew its exact location or wanted to reveal it. My search seemed impossible, and I was about to give up the whole mission when my luck finally turned. As if by chance, I met a man in a dingy tavern in a small Italian village who, after a few glasses of wine, told me that he had previously been in the service of the divine powers. 

A muscular man told how God had been killed by a man of enormous size who had usurped his power, strength, and abilities. A cruel man who knew no mercy, tearing the hearts out of the chests of rebellious men while they were still alive. "BIGGUN," I thought, but the man was too afraid to reveal any details, names, or the location of the fortress. Not until I talked to him on his way home to his lodgings. 

The man was still a powerful and valiant fighter, but as I tore his balls off his body, he sang and told me everything I wanted to know. Meeting him changed my luck, and that is why I kept his balls as an extension of the other testicles hanging from my necklace to bring me luck on my mission. 

After six days and six nights, I arrived at my destination. The man had spoken the truth. The heavily guarded fortress bathed in the red light of the setting sun as I pulled my hood over my head and approached it, hiding in the shadows. BIGGUN's time would soon be over. 

 BIGGUN:

Seven feet tall, BIGGUN stood now before his people in front on the big placa that is filled with soldiers. A living monument to conquest. 

His physique was obscene in its perfection: colossal arms like the trunks of desert oaks, biceps swelling with power; shoulders broad enough to cast their own shade; a chest as solid and vast as fortress gates; abs like stacked granite, hard enough to deflect any weapon; and legs thick and coiled with strength enough to shatter stone underfoot. Veins, thick and dark, pulsed just beneath the bronze of his sun-scorched skin, which bore the pale scars of a hundred battles. Even from a distance, the air carried his scent—spice, steel, and the faint heat of burning incense, the odor of a man made for war. 

He wore leather pteruges, their edges marked with the Sun-Scorpion sigil, and across his torso a harness of dark leather bound with bronze studs, more ornament than protection. Armor was for the weak. His body was his armor, and it had never been broken. 

When he spoke, the plaza fell silent. His voice was deep enough to shake dust from the stones. 
“Another province bends the knee. Another army breaks before us. And still—” a slow, dangerous smile crept across his face, “—there are those who dare dream of defiance. Let them come. Let them gather their champions, their sorcerers, their assassins. I will march on the Kingdom of the Four Rivers next, and when its walls fall, I will take the heads of its rulers as trophies.” 

The soldiers roared their approval, pounding spear-shafts against the ground until the sound became thunder. 

DREAM BREAKER: 

I heard distant men shouting in rhythm, accompanied by the sound of sticks hitting the ground. BIGGUN was there, basking in the adoration that no one dared deny him. I approached the side gate of the fort, where two huge soldiers stood with swords in their hands. 

I am a big man, 6'5" tall and weighing 310 lbs, so their size did not intimidate me. I stepped in front of the men and asked for water for my journey. The men raised their swords and took a solid fighting stance, spreading their legs wide open. "What a stupid mistake," I thought to myself as I kicked the nearest soldier between the legs. The man cried out in pain and bent over as I grabbed his sword-wielding arm by the elbow and twisted it violently to the side. The blade of his sword sank into the side of another soldier, while the arm of the soldier who was the target of the attack broke as he fell to his knees. I kicked him in the face with my knee, throwing him to the ground. 

I grabbed the conscious soldier by his sword-holding hand, pushing it away from me while my free hand went between his legs. I felt the very small balls in my grasp, too small to put in my necklace, so I decided to squeeze them until they popped, shrinking into a shapeless mass in my fist. The man screamed in pain and released his grip on his sword. I grabbed it and stabbed him in the neck with it. The man stopped screaming and stared blankly into the void until he fell to the ground, dead. The same sword pierced the heart of the unconscious soldier on the ground, sending him to the void with his dead fellow soldier.  

 BIGGUN:

he roar of the crowd was broken by shouts from the eastern gate — sharp, urgent, and nothing like the disciplined chants of my soldiers. Steel rang, boots scraped stone, and then came the wet, ugly sound of a man gasping his last breath. 

From my throne beneath the fortress wall, I turned my head. The chanting of my name faltered, replaced by murmurs and the shuffle of boots as the soldiers nearest the disturbance began to step aside. The commotion grew louder, closer, until a path opened through the ranks. 

I rose to my full seven-foot height, the leather pteruges swaying around my legs, the bronze studs of my harness catching the sunlight. My presence seemed to push the very air aside, the smell of leather and oil hanging heavy around me. 

“Step closer, mortal.” 

The soldiers on either side pounded their spears into the ground in a slow, rhythmic beat — BIGGUN! BIGGUN! — but the chant fell away to silence when you finally stood in the middle of the plaza and I lifted a hand. 

“You kill my men in my own fortress,” I said, my voice low but carrying to every ear. “You spill their blood on my stones. You stand before me with their steel in your hand.” I smiled, cold and amused. “Show me what you have, assassin. Show me if there is anything in you worth my time.” 

I stepped down from the throne platform, each movement deliberate, the cords of my arms and chest shifting under sun-burnished skin. I rolled my shoulders once, veins standing out thick and high, the muscles of my neck tight as cables. 

My eyes locked on you. 
“I will give you the honor of striking first. Then you will learn why they call me unbreakable.” 

The plaza was silent but for the wind in the banners.  

DREAM BREAKER: 

I look at your face with amusement. "BIGGUN, I presume. You're not as big as I imagined. Your legs and arms are like thin wires," I laugh sarcastically, trying to annoy you when I see your eyes narrow and know I've succeeded. "I came to see you. You have something I want, and it belongs to me. You remember Al Ghratos, don't you?" I wait to see your reaction. Everyone falls silent and turns to look at you. "His legacy belongs to me—to the DREAM BREAKER." 

Before you have time to respond, I grab a soldier who is holding a sword in his hand by his throat as he is standing next to me. I effortlessly lift him up until his feet are kicking the air. With my free hand, I grab the sword and thrust it between his buttocks, deep into his ass. The man writhes for a moment until the tip of the sword emerges from his chest. The man groans in pain for a moment, red foam spurting from his mouth as he hangs limply from my hand. I throw the man on top of you. "Your soldiers are not very alert. Did they learn their skills from you?" I laugh loudly. 

 BIGGUN:

I am not impressed by the soldier’s death — not bothered in the slightest. If anything, I watch in amusement as the sword enters his flesh, see the twitching of his body, the foam gathering at his lips before life leaves him. My cock twitches between my legs. Nothing is greater than watch a failing of a warrior die. I catch him mid-fall with one hand. “He was a failure,” I growl, before hurling his corpse aside like garbage. In the same breath, I move. The crowd barely sees me blur forward before I am on you, closing the gap in a heartbeat. My fist slams into your gut with enough force to cave it inwards, the air driven from your lungs as blood gushes from your mouth. 

“You wasted your move,” I roar, the cords of my arms swelling, biceps pumping larger with each heartbeat. “Try again!” I lock my lips. Finally, a mortal that dares to challenge me. I could snap his neck in an instant and be done with it. But this is a rare gift I think to myself. If he shows to be worthy I will give him the gift of being raped by a god. 

DREAM BREAKER: 

I feel the air escaping from my lungs at once when your fist sinks deep into my gut. I feel that sweet copper taste of blood in my mouth as I double over trying to maintain my balance. “Try again!”, you shout loud and that´s exactly what I am going to do. I didn't expect you to be that strong, and for a moment I am worried. You are not like that giant gladiator I met once in Rome, you are far stronger. I need to play my cards wise and take you down with little unorthodox methods, attacking the spots where your muscles can´t provide any protection.  

Somehow I manage to straighten my back again as I surge on you pretending to aim an uppercut at your throat but just as I get close enough to you I send a double axe punch into solar plexus as my knee lands between your legs. “Divine powers give protection to your big balls?”, I laugh. 

 BIGGUN:

 I twitch — just enough to let you know the strike landed — but to me, it’s nothing. A god does not bow to pain. My hand comes up, pressing flat against your chest, feeling the frantic beat of your heart beneath. My other hand closes around your left bicep, my grip swallowing the muscle completely. “Flex,” I command. The word is not a request — it’s law. You obey before your mind catches up, the muscle swelling beneath my palm. Then I squeeze. Bone grinds, sinew stretches, and the meat of your arm compresses until the pressure rips it apart from the inside. A sharp, wet pop bursts through my fingers, and your scream tears across the plaza. I feel the bicep tear like overripe fruit, your shoulder jerking violently as nerves go wild. 

Before you can collapse, my knee drives upward between your legs — this time not as a strike, but as a hammer meant to break stone. The impact crushes deep into you, folding your body over my leg before the force launches you backward. You hit the ground hard, skidding across hot stone until you crash into the shins of my soldiers. The breath is gone from your lungs, your arm hangs useless at your side, and pain radiates through your core like fire. I take a slow step forward, looming over you, my shadow swallowing yours. “Your mortal tricks are nothing,” I growl. “You will not leave this place whole.” 

DREAM BREAKER: 

I scream from the bottom of my lungs until all goes black and I fall down. I can smell the sweaty feet of the soldiers around me. With my last strength I try to squirm away from you, but it's futile. My eyes are closing, seeing your shadow over me as the last thing before the soft unconsciousness embraces me. 

 BIGGUN:

You crumple at my feet, screaming until your voice cracks and your body sags into darkness. I watch you twitch weakly on the stones, the smell of the soldiers’ sweat heavy around us. You try to crawl, dragging yourself away, but it’s pathetic — every movement slower than the last. I kneel beside you, the leather of my pteruges creaking, and reach beneath the straps at my waist. My hand comes back with an old, worn jockstrap — a relic from countless campaigns, darkened by time and heavy with my scent and dry cum 

“Breathe deep,” I murmur, forcing the foul, soaked cloth between your lips before you can protest. The taste and stench hit you instantly, gagging you, but I hold it in place until I feel your body react. My essence works its way into your system, a god’s will woven into flesh — just enough to jolt you back to consciousness. I want you awake for this. I grip your chest, fingers spreading wide over your left pec. “Flex,” I command again. You obey, even through the fog of pain, and I feel the muscle rise beneath my palm. 

Then I close my hand. The resistance lasts a heartbeat before it tears — fibers snapping, tendon straining until the whole muscle collapses under my grip. Your cry is raw, animal. Before you can even breathe, I slam my other hand into your ribs, once, twice, three times — each blow cracking bone under the force until you can barely hold yourself upright. I lean close, my voice low and steady. “Look at you — barely holding together. And yet you dared to come for me.” Then you feel a twist. My hand forced its way to your proud cock and ball as I grab one of your precious testicles. “I saw you wear the testicles of your opponents with pride. How about we add some more.” I grab your left then summon a fracture of my power. Without crushing your sac starts deforming and twitching 

DREAM BREAKER: 

You break my body into pieces as if I was made of paper breaking my huge pec, deforming it, turning it into pulp. I am barely conscious when you pay your attention to elsewhere, into my most sacred place, my nuts! I have a pair of big heavy  and low hanging stones I am so proud of and you are staring at them!! And my worst nightmare comes true when you suggest to add my own nuts into my necklace. My eyes get wide when I feel your fingers squeezing my trapped nut that starts to deform, crack, losing the shape. “Man please, not my nuts!!”, I scream but my cock gets rock hard above them. 

 BIGGUN: 

Your plea makes me grin wide and cruel. I can see the terror in your eyes, the way your body betrays you even as you beg. 

I wrap my fingers tighter around your trapped nut, feeling its heat and weight in my palm. The thick skin stretches, the dense core inside starting to give under my grip. My thumb digs in, finding the exact spot were pain flares sharpest. 

“Feel it,” I growl. 

I channel my power into my hand — divine energy, the same that once crushed armies. It seeps through my fingers, into the flesh, making the pressure inside you grow with every heartbeat. The veins around your shaft stand out like cords, your body trembling as the trapped orb swells against its prison. 

The energy begins to vibrate through it, a slow, relentless hum that turns into a deep pulse. Each pulse sends a jolt of agony through you, like your manhood is being ripped apart from within. I watch the shape distort, the once-proud curve of it flattening under my dominance. The insides getting torn, twisted. 

“You think this is pain?” I lean closer, my voice in your ear. “I can keep this up until it bursts — and when it does, there will be nothing left of what you are.” 

I squeeze again, harder this time, the divine pulse growing faster, the energy threatening to tear through the very fibers that hold you together as I left my armpit and press it against your face. “You are nothing but a SLAVE, MORTAL!”  

DREAM BREAKER: 

My body begins to convulse uncontrollably as I struggle and squirm in pain I have never felt before. You keep on adding pressure on my ball, crushing – not only the testicle – but also the cords threatening to snap them, to crush my trapped nut, turn it into pulp. I squirm and scream as I shoot my load, erupt a thick load of cum stained with blood. My hips moving back and forth violently as I keep on emptying my cum tanks on your abs. 

 BIGGUN:

I watch you thrash and laugh. Every muscle in your body is jerking as I watch you soaking my ABS with white then red cum. I grunt as I increase the pressure and your one testicle finally snaps and implodes forcing it all the way out through the pissslit, watching parts of that once big and proud nut on my steel hard ABS. I grab some and force it into your mouth. Then look deep into your eyes. That’s what I wanted. To see the moment all defiance is stripped away. The moment you understand exactly how far beneath me you truly are. “BEG, mortal” I say. My deep voice echoes through the plaza as I force you straight up again, force you to face the crowd. I shove the torn fabric of my gear deeper into your mouth. Force you to suck on it as my monstrous cock teases your asscrank.  

“You were defiant. The first in a century. For this I grant you…. THIS!” as I thrust my godly 12” cock all the way inside you. Ripping your ass open, spearing into your prostate and my huge and thick cock starts hammering you. Destroying your insides and the soldiers gasp in shock and excitement. Never before did they witness something like this.  

My hand now goes to your upper right ABS. “FLEX” I order as I thrust in deep, my huge cock pressing against your ABS, forcing them to bend forward as I SQUEEEZE to POP another of your muscles. I look at the soldiers, then at you. You’re no longer a challenger — you’re a lesson for everyone. “BEG FOR MERCY NOW! SERVE NOW AND FOREVER!” I chant as I thrust in and out. I feel how my cock obliterates your inside, filling your gut with blood. “Do it before it’s to late!” Then grabbing your cock, pointing it towards the sky as my mighty frame surrounds you…. 

Then my mighty body suddenly stiffens. Those huuuge and massive orbs of mine tingle and tighten as mighty ROOOOAR escape my mouth. I THRUST my godly cock all the way in as my cock erupts. Shooting rope after rope of cum into your gut. Gallons of God cum starts flooding your chut, filling your gut to the brim as I ROOOOAR out. Never before did I grant a mortal the gift of my seeds.  

DREAM BREAKER: 

You break my body little by little, destroying and popping the muscles I was always so proud of without any difficulties, and not only the muscles but also ripping me from inside too. I feel your giant cock stabbing deep in my canal, tearing my muscles from the inside. I cry out loud; I have never felt such a pain before. My narrow tunnel is badly torn and bleeding. But the most embarrassing thing is that despite my dreadful state, my cock remains rock hard in your tight grip, and when you thrust one last time, releasing your thick cum that hits my damaged prostate, my cock expands and rises up, shooting bloody sperm into the air. “No more! Please no more!” 

 BIGGUN:

I let you drop, your body slamming onto the hot stone like the broken shell of a man you’ve become. You try to turn away, but my shadow swallows yours before you can crawl an inch. 

I plant my boot on your chest, pinning you flat, then step forward until my weight crushes your head between the stone and my body. Your muffled gasp is lost under the roar of my soldiers. I settle my full weight there, letting you feel the immovable mass of a god pressing down, denying you even air. Then I sit down, and burry your face between my cheeks. Let you breath in nothing than my scent, get nothing than my sweat. 

My fists rise and fall like hammers. I drive them into what’s left of your core — the first blow caving the muscle, the second breaking what remains of your ribs, the third shaking the ground beneath us. Each strike reduces your once-proud abs to a ruined mess, until there’s nothing left for your body to tense against. 

Only when I’m satisfied do I rise, seizing a fistful of your hair and wrenching you upright. Your knees barely hold you, but I force your head back so you’re looking me in the eyes. 

“Kneel,” I command, my voice a low growl that rumbles through your bones. “Show me the worship you came here to give… or I’ll take the rest of you too.” 

DREAM BREAKER: 

I don´t have any strength left in my body. You destroyed the same muscles from the outside that your cock broke from the inside, finishing the work, making my defeat total. There's ´s no turning back, nothing I could do but swallow my loss and kneel in front of you. I don´t even dare to think about what would the other option mean —nothing good, I am sure of that. I try to think about my possibilities to survive, to get out of this, but it doesn't look too good.  My bleeding gut alone is enough to...wait...what is this? I don´t feel the pain anymore inside me, there's no blood dripping out from my ass.. I feel totally normal, sane. Then I get it: AL GHRATOS! His cum has the power of regeneration and healing. I must play my cards right now and not show you any of this. The element of surprise is a good weapon when used at the right moment. I kneel in front of you. “My god BIGGUN, I beg you: have mercy with me.” 

 BIGGUN:

I throw my head back and let out a roar that shakes the plaza, my voice echoing off the fortress walls. The soldiers take it up instantly, chanting my name, their spears slamming into the stone in rhythm. I spread my arms wide, every muscle surging to life — shoulders like slabs of iron, biceps swelling into mountains, my chest rising like fortress gates, abs rippling like carved granite. 

I step forward, looming over you where you kneel. My hand clamps down on your head, my fingers threading into your hair until my grip locks like a vice. I drag your face forward and press it hard against my midsection — first against my abs, each brick of muscle flexing under your cheek until the ridges feel like stone under iron. 

“This,” I bellow over the roaring soldiers, “is the power that rules this empire! The body that no mortal can break!” I push you around then, THRUST my cockhead into your filled ass and grab your cock. My breath touches the side of your neck as I SQUUUEEEEZE your rod, start jerking you. Faster and faster, I JERK, JERK, JERK that proud rod, surrounding you again then PRESS my cock all the way into you as I feel your body starts to tense and your cock is about to shoot….SNAP! As I fold your cock in half right as you are about to cum. “BEG MORTAL”  

DREAM BREAKER: 

“No, fucking sake, no anymore!”, I scream in panic feeling your giant cock entering into my hole again tearing up my thin walls, hammering my new prostate again turning it  into bloody pulp once more. I shake my head from side to side in pain your cock is causing, it´s like it was splitting me in two. Then you shoot again, filling my bleeding ass with a HUGE loads again that hits my joynut. My voice is breaking due to my screams as I shoot a load myself.. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRGGHHH”. Your tight grip does what any man would fear:  fold my 9 incher thick cock with a loud snap, turning it into a useless piece of meat. My body is jolting in in pain and humiliation as I stay moveless, lying on my back. “I BEG YOU, OH GREAT BIGGUN” 

 BIGGUN:

I threw my head back and roared, the sound rolling like a thunder across the place. Around us, the soldiers take it up. BIGGUN! BIGGUN! Their chant pounding like war drums. I raise my fist into the sky, letting them see the proof om my dominance. The mortal at my feet, broken and begging. 

Then I release you and let you drop like a stone. Motionless except for the shallow rise and fall of your chest. “This is what becomes of those who challenge their god!” I say, my voice low but carrying to every ear. “Now do what must be done, SLAVE! Serve me, worship me!” My arms hang at my sides like coiled siege cables — biceps round and high, triceps cut deep, each movement making veins snake and swell across the bronze of my skin. My shoulders are massive and crowned with the scars of countless battles, every mark a victory. 

My legs are pillars, thighs dense and broad, calves knotted with power that could crush stone underfoot. Every vein, every ridge of muscle tells of centuries of strength, honed and unchallenged. My huge 12” cock slapping still powerful around, leaking cum. 

The sun glints off the sheen of sweat on my skin, carrying the scent of leather, steel, and heat — the smell of war. My body is a fortress no weapon can pierce, no mortal can match. 

DREAM BREAKER: 

I see you towering over me as I stay on the cold marble floor pretending to be badly wounded. Your last load cured any damage you did to me. Even my snapped cock gets back to normalcy. Before you have time to see it I roll on my stomach, covering my reborn cock. “MY GOD, I WORSHIP YOU. I AM YOUR SLAVE, YOUR SERVANT FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE AND BEYOND THAT”, I say with respect in my voice and pretend I lose my consciousness while staying on the ground, moveless. 

 BIGGUN:

A week passes, and the fortress plaza is filled once again. The morning sun turns the sandstone walls gold, the air heavy with the scent of oil, leather, and the dust of the desert. Thousands of soldiers stand in perfect formation, their armor catching the light, their spears raised like a forest of steel. 

They chant my name — BIGGUN! BIGGUN! — their voices rising in waves, rolling across the city like thunder. Each shout is an oath, a promise of the conquests yet to come. 

I sit on my throne of black steel, its jagged spires framing me like the crown of a god. The leather pteruges drape over my thighs, the edges marked with the Sun-Scorpion sigil. Across my torso, the bronze-studded harness binds over my chest, leaving the slabs of my pecs and the deep ridges of my eight-pack exposed to the sunlight. My arms rest on the throne’s armrests — massive, veined, and coiled with the strength of centuries. 

And there you are, kneeling beside me — the once-proud assassin now my slave. You wear the mark of your new station for all to see, your head bowed in submission. 

I glance down at you, then back to the soldiers. “Today,” I announce, my voice booming across the plaza, “we march. Another kingdom will fall. Another ruler will kneel. And every man here will carry the glory of our empire into the bones of our enemies.” 

The soldiers answer with another chant, louder, fiercer, until the very stones beneath us tremble. My hand closes around the armrest, the leather creaking as I rise to my full height. 

“Today,” I say, looking down at you, “you witness what it means to serve a god.” 

DREAM BREAKER: 

“My god, I want to thank you for saving my life. I will show you every day your decision was wise, serving you the best I can for ever”, I kneel in front of you. Then I look at your face, “My god, would you like to have a glass of the wine?”. I stay waiting for your answer with a smiling, humble face. 

 BIGGUN:

“You have learned wisdom in your defeat, Slave!” The leather of my harness cracking as I shift in the throne and grab the goblet and drink deeply. The taste rich on my tongue and wipe the back of my hand across my mouth. The soldiers keep chanting the name of their Emperor as I stand up, rise to my feet to tower over you and everyone. Ready to command the next phase of our march. 

Then….it happens.  

A faint tremor runs through me. A shiver, sharp and alien, crawls along my spine into my chest. My jaw tightens, but I keep my expression hard. Refusing to let the soldiers see more than a flicker. NGGGG 

DREAM BREAKER: 

I hide the small empty vial between the fruits and wine bottles as I watch you closely. The poison begins to take effect surprisingly quickly, even though you are able to hide it from your soldiers—just as I hoped. Your pride would not allow you to show weakness in front of them. It is time to act. I straighten my back, step toward you, and say in a gentle voice, "My lord, would you like to rest in your chambers before dinner? I could entertain you for a moment, just the two of us." I chuckle as my hand brushes softly but deliberately over your enormous bulge. 

 BIGGUN:

I feel the weight of your words and the heat of your hand through the haze creeping into my mind. My body feels… slower, heavier than it should, but my pride will not let me retreat from the eyes of my soldiers. 

“My place is here,” I say, my tone steady though dulled by the strange fog settling behind my eyes. “The army sees its god, and the god remains among them.” 

But a faint smirk touches my lips as I glance down at you. “Still… if you want to ‘entertain’ me… we can do it here.” 

As your touch lingers, I feel my body respond instantly, my thick cock pressing forward against the leather of my pteruges. The heavy material strains outward, the motion drawing the eyes of the nearest soldiers without a word from me. 

“Show them,” I murmur, my voice low but resonant enough for the first rows to hear. “Show them what even their god enjoys in victory.” 

I lean back, the harness shifting over my chest as I let you move closer — all while my gaze sweeps over the plaza, daring any man to look away. 

DREAM BREAKER: 

I try to hide the smirk on my face as I hear your words. “As you wish my lord!”. I kneel between your legs, my hands caressing your hardening bulge. I raise my gaze to your face as I gently massage the outline of your cock until it is fully erect and begins to throb impatiently. Your face is flushed, as if you were unbearably hot. I sensually remove your pants and let your cock slam against your strong abs. Your balls are full, they are huge, fist-sized orbs. I lick between your balls slowly and pull my face away for a moment until, completely unexpectedly, I strike with all my strength between them, trying to damage both orbs with one blow. I raise my gaze to your face. If the poison hasn't worked as expected, I've just signed my death sentence. 

 BIGGUN:

I watch you kneel, my breathing deepening with every second you stay there and work my cock. I MOAN, shudder as my 12” rod grows bigger and hungrier.. The heat of the moment, the roar of the soldiers, and the way you lower yourself before me all feed the pride swelling in my chest. I flex slowly, letting every muscle swell and harden, a living display of power meant to remind you what stands before you. 

I keep my eyes locked on yours as you linger close, the energy between us heavy. My shoulders roll, my stance widening, the sheer weight of my presence pressing down on you like the fortress walls themselves. 

Then, without warning, you strike. 

Your blow lands squarely between my legs. The impact is sharp, shocking, a lightning bolt of pain racing up through my core. My body jerks. My knees hit the stone, my mind racing with the impossible truth: a mortal had achieved something I believed untouchable. 

For a heartbeat, the plaza is silent, the soldiers frozen in disbelief. My gaze snaps back to you, and my voice is a low growl edged with fury. 
“You… will regret that.” As I am still in shock that a touch can harm me.  

DREAM BREAKER: 

Seeing your reaction, I breathe a sigh of relief: the magic potion is working. Before you can react, I strike three quick blows, one to each of your balls and the last one right at the root of your cock. I feel my knuckles sinking deep into your flesh and hope that this hurts you, maybe even causing damage to your sensitive area. I turn my eyes to look at your face and see you are mad, really mad at me as you try to stand up. 

 BIGGUN:

The fire explodes through my core — a white-hot, all-consuming blaze in my cock and balls that sends shockwaves up my spine. My breath catches in my throat, my body refusing to move for a heartbeat as the pain burns deeper with every pulse. 

My vision narrows until all I see is you. You dared. You struck there. My jaw clenches, my teeth grinding as I fight to rise. Every movement is agony, but the rage boiling in my chest is hotter than the pain. 

“You…” The word comes out as a low, murderous growl. “…will regret that more than anything in your life.” 

I my hand lunges forward, my massive hand closing into a fist. The muscles in my arm coil like a drawn bow, veins standing out thick and hard, and I drive that fist straight into your chest.  

All the while my cock is growing bigger and thicker. Cumveins start to cover the long shaft and my huge testicles start to twitch and turn. 

DREAM BREAKER: 

I stand up when I see your fist approaching my chest quickly, but the poison slows your movements and I can easily block it with a small side step. Your fist sweeps past me as I strike my fist into your armpit. It sinks deep into a soft spot where your muscles can't protect you. I take a step back, kicking your chest at the same time. "God, fight a mortal!" 

 BIGGUN:

My body spasm when your fist drives into my armpit — a place I’ve never known to be vulnerable — and it’s like a spear of molten iron tearing through my side. The poison in my veins flares at once, magnifying the impact until the strength in my arm vanishes entirely. 

Every muscle of my body is muscles twitching out of rhythm and jerks violently. My legs lock for a moment, then give way beneath me. I crash down to one knee, my breath shuddering, my chest heaving in short, uneven bursts. 

I try to rise, but my limbs aren’t obeying me. The power that always floods my body feels… distant, slipping through my grasp like water through open fingers. My eyes stay fixed on you, but for the first time in centuries, I can’t move to defend myself. My body starts to glow blue for a moment as I try to summon my powers. The veins around my arms start to thicken. 

Around us, the soldiers murmur in disbelief. I feel the heat of their stares, the weight of the moment — the god brought low by a mortal’s hand. My jaw tightens, rage and confusion battling in my mind, but all my body can do is twitch helplessly on the stone. 

“You… you are my slave! Bound to me…,” I manage to growl, though my voice is strained and unsteady. 

DREAM BREAKER: 

As I see the blue glow trying to surround you I swallow deep. In case you are able to summon your powers – the powers of Al Ghratos I have lost my game. There would be nothing I could do that against such powers. Did I trust too much for a small amount of magic poison?. Perhaps its effect was already beginning to wear off. Beads of sweat form on my forehead as I feverishly consider my next move before it is too late. I must get that dagger from your belt before it's too late. I take a few steps backwards, gaining some distance to you as I rush forwards, sending my foot into your chest, hoping to send you on your back. As soon as I see you falling down, I rush to you jumping up in the air and landing on top of your giant body. For a moment we are staring at each others – face to face when I give you a headbutt and shove my knee between your legs as my hand is trying to reach the dagger on your belt. 

 BIGGUN:

I feel the magic stirring inside me, slow but steady — the ancient gift that makes me more than flesh and bone. The torn fibers of muscle begin to knit, the ache in my core fading as a blue glow starts to crawl across my skin. My soldiers see it and begin to cheer, hope flaring in their eyes. 

I roar, the sound rolling over the plaza like thunder, a promise that their god still stands. My chest swells, my veins bulge, and I step forward… 

Then your boot slams into my chest. 

The impact is sharp, driving me back a step, then another. My balance breaks — I hit the stone with a crash that rattles the weapons in my soldiers’ hands. The glow still pulses over me, muscles still pumped and massive, but you’re already on me, the weight of your body pinning mine for the first time in centuries. 

We lock eyes, face to face, the heat of our breath between us. You ram your head into mine — my vision flashes white — and your knee drives into my core again, forcing the air from my lungs. 

I feel your hand scrabbling at my belt, fingers brushing against the dagger, the cold metal next to the leather pouch that carries the blood-red ruby. 

My hands clamp down on your arms, the muscles in my forearms swelling as I fight to keep you from taking what is mine. All the way my cock stands tall and hard, twitching around as my balls swell bigger and bigger. 

DREAM BREAKER: 

I feel the cold metal handle of the knife in my hand as I try to grab it. It throbs defiantly between our bodies, trapped in the trap, as I feel your strong hand squeezing my arm, trying to prevent me from getting hold of it. I feel your strength returning as your balls grow between your legs. Fortunately, my thick cock has not been trapped between our bodies but stands erect like a spear, its tip pointing directly at your swelling balls. 

I thrust my hips forward, striking your left ball with the force of my cock, while my hand grips the knife handle and pulls the dagger from your belt. I don't have time to plan my strike, but I slash a long wound below your left chest with the dagger. 

 BIGGUN:

The moment the dagger’s edge bites under my left chest, a searing heat explodes outward from the wound. It’s not the sting of steel — it’s deeper, older, as if fire itself has been poured into my veins. 

I try to move, but the burning spreads like molten chains locking my body in place. My muscles, still swollen and pumped with power, go rigid. I can feel every heartbeat hammering against the fiery mark, each one feeding the blaze instead of snuffing it out. 

My jaw clenches, breath catching in my throat. My hands remain on your arm, but the strength behind them falters as the heat crawls up my chest and into my neck. I can see the soldiers around us — their cheers have fallen silent, replaced by looks of confusion and fear. 

I want to roar, to crush you where you kneel, but the fire coils tighter inside me, holding me in place. For the first time in centuries, I stand frozen… and you know it. 

DREAM BREAKER: 

I know you are not Al Ghratos, but you have his power, and you must be defeated in the same way that you usurped his power. "Power lies in the seed," is an ancient saying of the gods, and that is exactly how I must act. To remove the power from you and destroy you. The ancient magic of the silver dagger slows you down, but I know that soon you will be back to your full strength. I struggle to free my arm from your grip and drop the silver dagger to the ground. 

My hand moves quickly back to your waist and gropes for the leather pouch. I guess what you keep there: rubies, blood rubies! You start to tremble beneath me as I push my hand into the leather pouch and feel the pulsing stone in my hand. Its platinum handle fits perfectly in my hand as I pull it out. Your eyes widen in shock. Your soldiers groan and step back as I try to lift my chest up to get my hand between your legs. 

"BIGGUN, I hope you enjoy this as much as I do," I chuckle and shove the ruby deep into your ass. 

 BIGGUN:

The moment the ruby forces its way inside me, a shock like molten lightning tears through my core. My entire body seizes, every muscle flexing and twitching without my command. The blue glow around me shatters into flickers, the divine energy inside me roaring in chaos. 

I can’t stop the spasms — my biceps knot, my abs ripple in violent contractions, my thighs slam into the stone beneath us. I can feel my power bucking against the intrusion, trying to expel it, but the cursed stone pulses in time with my heart, sending another jolt of energy through me. 

My breath comes ragged, teeth gritted, every vein standing out thick along my neck and arms. I grip at the ground, but my fingers can’t hold. The weight of my own body feels like it’s crushing me as my cock grows bigger and harder, pulsating hard as it grows another inch and starts to leak heavy, my balls swell. 

One of my guards, a tall, broad-shouldered warrior with the build of a war-horse, steps forward, spear in hand. His eyes burn with rage at what he’s seeing. 
“My Emperor!” he shouts, breaking from the formation. He levels the spear toward you, the polished steel tip gleaming, ready to strike. 

But as he moves, I feel it — the cursed energy feeding into me, then my cock starts to twitching, getting harder as the ruby in my ass pulsates against my prostate. My hips start moving as I get closer then ROOOOAR out, THRUSTING my hips forward as my cock erupts. Shooting rope after rope of my godly seeds into the air. AAAAARRRGGG! 

DREAM BREAKER: 

 I was too focused on you and I just didn't see him coming until he was too close. A tall, broad-shouldered soldier, furious and ready to kill me, lifting up the spear in his hand. I grab the dagger from the floor, but I know perfectly a short dagger couldn't help me too much against a sharp steel -pointed 

 spear that is aiming at my chest. But gods must be on my side today when the help comes from you, from your cock to be precise. Your thick shot you send into the air hits the face of the angry soldier, covering his eyes with the divine seed. The man is blinded by his master 's seed, but that doesn't stop him. He strikes the spear forward, aiming at my chest. I throw my torso on top of your chest as I feel the spear passing over my skin. The man wipes the semen from his eyes, trying to see something, but it's already too late for him. The dagger strikes under the man's loincloth, cutting his genitals with its cold blade, which fall onto the marble floor as blood sprays from between his legs. The man falls to his knees, and the dagger slits his throat open. 

 I get up from the floor and move behind you. "Are you out of strength? Where is your divine power?" I taunt as I suddenly shove my arm below your armpit and lock it behind your neck as I lock your head into my armpit securing it with my free hand as I lean backwards. Throwing myself on the ground I pull you with me as my legs wrap around your waist, locking my feet in front of your masculine junk. My cock is pressing against your thick butt as I start to hammer my heels against your exposed nuts and adding pressure on your throat. 

 BIGGUN:

Your arm snakes around my armpit and my neck and locks tight behind my neck before I can brace, the choke cutting into me like a steel snare. My head is wrenched back into your armpit, my airway closing off as you drag me down with you to the stone. 

I hit the ground hard, your legs snapping around my waist, feet locking tight in front of me. Then the first heel slams into my groin. Pain detonates in my core, white-hot, shooting up my spine. My jaw clenches as the second blow lands, harder, and the third makes my whole-body jolt. 

I gasp and snarl, clawing at your arm and prying at your legs, but you hammer my groin again, each strike making my pulse spike and my focus blur. The ruby’s cursed energy still gnaws at my core, each heartbeat sending a deep, disorienting shiver through me. 

Heat floods my body, my breath ragged, my vision pulsing at the edges. I force myself up an inch, trying to rip you off me, but another heel crashes into me and the strength surges out of my muscles. My arms are getting heavy, my grip falters. My body getting weaker and weaker as my cock get rockhard again and slaps around for everyone to see. Your feet working the long shaft, teasing the cockhead and make sure it looks straight up into the air. 

“NO!” I roar, voice breaking as I thrash. “I AM A GOD!” 

The soldiers cry out in panic, their shouts echoing through the plaza as they see me — their god — forced to my limits, my arms dropping, my body twitching under your choke and the relentless assault to my groin. Then my left arm finally twitches and drops down limp…. then the same happens to my right as my body starts shaking from shock. 

DREAM BREAKER: 

I push you off me onto the floor next to me and get up on my knees. Even though you're unconscious, your limp body is twitching like you're having convulsions. Your cock is the only thing still hard and pointing straight up at the ceiling when I grab it with my hand. This stage is an important part of the ritual and nothing can go wrong. I start pumping your thick cock when I hear a shout behind me. One of your bodyguards has sensed the seriousness of the situation and rushes towards me. 

The spear of a soldier who died earlier is within my reach on the floor. I grab it and raise it to a 45-degree angle as a young, muscular man jumps high into the air to strike me with his spear. "AAAAAARRGHH," a painful scream fills the hall as the handsome man jumps on top of the spear. The tip sinks into his groin and pierces his entire body, finally pushing out through the top of his head. Blood gushes from his mouth in a thick, dark red mass as the man finally collapses lifelessly to the ground. 

I turn back to your cock and continue pumping it, squeezing your low-hanging balls with my other hand to stimulate them. They feel much lighter now than they did a moment ago. I cycle the blood ruby red from its platinum handle inside you, making sure it's still pressed tightly against your prostate, and continue pumping your throbbing cock. Your body arches as you cum. Your cock expands and a bloody air bubble comes out of the tip: your balls are dry as raisins. 

The time has come to move on to the next stage of the ritual as my grip on your balls tightens. I force them to the bottom of the sack while stretching it to its limits away from your body as I place the blade of the silver dagger at their base. With a quick and precise movement, the sharp blade of the dagger slices your huge balls off your body in one stroke. The sudden pain will probably wake you from your unconsciousness, and you will open your mouth in a painful scream. I push your severed balls into your mouth, finally grabbing your ankles and lifting them onto my shoulders. "Good morning, you woke up just in time for the best part." 

 BIGGUN:

Darkness swallows me before I even realize I’m slipping under. There’s no sound, no light — just the strange sensation of my body floating somewhere far away from my mind. Then, faintly, I feel it — a terrible lightness deep in my core, as if something precious is being pulled from me. It’s the orgasm that runs through my body, making me twitch in front of everyone. 

I jolt awake with a ragged gasp, my eyes snapping open — and the pain hits all at once. A searing, splitting agony erupts in my groin, radiating up through my gut and into my chest. My head snaps forward to see the horror — the source of my strength mutilated, my balls cut, blood seeping over my skin. 

A roar tears from my throat, but it breaks into a strangled gasp halfway, my body too weak to fuel the sound. I try to move, to rise, to tear you apart with my bare hands — but the moment my muscles tense, the cursed ruby inside me buzzes like a living thing, sending waves of weakness rolling through me. I gag, then suddenly realizing I have my bloody testicles in my mouth. I gag hard on them, forced to suck on them.  

I force myself halfway up, trembling with effort — and then my legs give out. I collapse back to the stone, my chest heaving, sweat streaming down my face. My phenomenal body, the god-forged weapon that has never failed me, begins to betray me — muscles twitching violently, convulsing as if each one is firing on its own. My arms jerk, my abs tighten and release in spasms, my legs shudder uncontrollably. 

I grit my teeth, refusing to let my eyes close, glaring at you through the haze of pain and humiliation. The crowd’s shouts blur in my ears. I am a god… yet my body will not obey me. 

DREAM BREAKER: 

I have a wide, evil grin on my face as I see you struggle, trying to get up but fail over and over again. I snap a grab of your thighs pulling you closer to me as my hungry, precum leaking cock enters into your dark and deep crack. “My god, let me worship the best I can”, I laugh mockingly as I shove my cock head deep between your massive glutes until it rubs your sweet soft entrance. “Close your eyes, BIGGUN, this will take just few minutes”, I chuckle as I try to force my cock through your outer ring. 

 BIGGUN:

Even through the haze of weakness, my mind burns with clarity. I spit into my palm — looking both my testicles and grabbed them. The power lies in the seeds, I think to myself — and hurl it toward one of my most loyal soldiers. 

“Guard it, «My voice rushes through his head. “As long as they exist, I can return.” The man catches it, bowing deeply, already understanding the weight of what I’ve entrusted to him. 

You think I’m finished. You think the ruby’s curse and the loss of my testicles have left me helpless. But deep in my flesh, in the marrow of my bones, there is still a spark of the god you challenged. 

I plant my feet, flexing my glutes as you try to enter my ass with your cock hard enough to shove you back, breaking your grip and making you stumble. My body twists, turning forward, my eyes locked on you.  

My arms lock around you in a bearhug, the massive slabs of my chest crushing into yours. Every tendon in my body strains, my forearms like steel bands tightening with the intent to grind your ribs into dust. 

I feel you strain, the air forced from your lungs, your spine bowing under the pressure. My roar thunders in your ear as I pour every last shred of my remaining godly might into the hold. 

“You wanted my strength, mortal?” I snarl. “Then feel all of it before you die.” 

DREAM BREAKER: 

My eyes widen as you grab me in a tight bearhug all of the sudden. My spine is on it´s limit, close to get snapped, the air is forced out of my lungs. “This cannot be true! - He is going to defeat me just when I was so close”. I reach for the handle of the ruby still deep in your ass and twist is, force it deeper in your ass. I feel it shaking, vibrating as the red glow gets out of your ass. I hit my forehead into your face hoping to send you on your back again. 

 BIGGUN:

The crushing power in my arms begins to drive the fight out of you — until your hand finds the cursed ruby still lodged deep inside me. 

The moment you twist it, a violent jolt tears through my body. I grunt in surprise, the bearhug tightening instinctively before the pain and heat erupt together. You force it deeper, and I feel it ignite. 

The red glow bleeds out from behind me, the stone vibrating like it’s alive, each pulse flooding me with a surge of power… and then ripping that same power away. My muscles swell for a moment, then weaken in a wave that leaves them trembling. 

You slam your forehead into my face — bone crashes into bone — and stars burst in my vision. My grip falters, my knees suddenly loose beneath me. I stagger back, chest heaving, the ruby’s hum becoming a roar in my skull. 

The strength drains out of me in great, ragged pulls, leaving my arms hanging heavy and my chest quivering. My cock stands thick and full despite the void between my legs, an unnatural reaction from the cursed artifact feeding on me. 

Another pulse, and my legs give way. I collapse back onto the stone, my once-unstoppable body twitching, convulsing in sharp bursts. My chest rises and falls fast, the air whistling in my throat as my head tips back and I fight to stay conscious. 

The soldiers watch in stunned silence as their god struggles to lift even an arm. 

DREAM BREAKER: 

I need to act fast, it´s now or never. I collect some of your cum from your chest and lubricate my cock with it as I place it again between your glutes. I pull out the ruby from your ass and stick it into your mouth. “Ready for the final step, Lord...MUAHAHAHAHA”, I thrust my cock into your ass with all my mighty, all the way until my churning balls as I grab a tight hold of your waist. I fuck your bleeding hole for few minutes feeling how your narrow tunnel is enveloping around my shaft. “OH LORD!!”, I scream as my body gets tense and a HUGE

 BIGGUN:

You jam the cursed ruby between my teeth before I can react. Its power floods my mouth, rushing down my throat in a molten wave. The artifact hums like a living heart, its glow searing the inside of my skull. 

Then you fuck me and start filling me with your load, mixed with my own and it turns into poison as I SCREAM in pain. 

It burns through me like wildfire, igniting every nerve, spreading from my gut outward until my fingers claw uselessly at the stone beneath me. My muscles seize and twitch, my vision warps, and a scream tears itself from my throat — not in defiance, but in agony. 

The heat turns to something worse: a deep, gnawing force that chews through my strength, my essence, my very being. My arms jerk wildly, my legs kick against the ground, but the movements weaken with each spasm. The soldiers’ voices are distant now, drowned out by the roar of destruction inside me. 

I can feel it — the godhood unraveling, the power that’s defined me for centuries bleeding away into nothing. My skin cracks, glowing with heat from within. My chest heaves one last time before the convulsions take me fully, my mighty frame shuddering as the energy collapses inward. 

With a final, ragged cry, my body breaks apart — muscle, bone, and power dissolving into drifting ash. The wind catches what remains of me, scattering it across the plaza where I once ruled as a god. 

DREAM BREAKER: 

And then it happens. As your body turns into ashes a blue glow fills the giant hall. The earth quakes and columns of the palace are trembling when the divine powers move through the air filled with thunder and flash strikes. A lean young man steps out from the shadow and walks to me as bow in front of him. “LONG LIVE AL GHRATOS, the real god of strength and regeneration!”.  

The blue energy moves into him making him grow in front of our eyes,  turning into the giant and powerful god as he always was. He turns to look at me “Thank you my noble friend, General Alexander of Iberia, for your achievement. Please, Would you be willing to provide me with his seed containers?” as he extends his hand. "His balls? Where are his balls...?" , I ask looking around. There are no sign of the giant balls of BIGGUN. 

The palace door closes as the passer-by dressed in a dark cloak disappears into the darkness of the night, carrying a silver box in his hand... 

Published: 2025-08-15, viewed 186 times.