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Challenger’s Entrance

The Conqueror’s Arena

The Hub City

One Week Ago

Many had dared to challenge the Conqueror’s Arena.

None of them had ever made it out. Each one that has fallen has added to the Conqueror’s growing army and the Arena itself had started to grow and encroach upon the Hub City. In the last week alone, the enormous coliseum had expanded and was now just a day’s walk away from the walls of the City.

At long last, the worsening Incursions had finally reached the last bastion of humanity.

The adventurers and heroes of Ayeroscia could no longer wait for the Hero of the Hub to awaken from his coma to come and save them. Something had to be done.

To some, the Arena was an opportunity for heroism.

To others, it was the first step to turning the tide away from the destruction of everything they had ever known.

But to other still, it was just a chance to unimaginable wealth.

A small encampment had been built some distance away from the competitor’s entrance to the Arena. Ambitious adventurers and those looking to change their fortunes because of the gaping hole that the Hero left had taken up residence in the little tent city. Even now, a week after the constant failure, the energy in encampment was electric. Excitement was electric in the air.

Few of them, however, understood that the Invaders did not play by the rules.

So there was no reason why they should.

The Conqueror’s Arena, Gordon the Rogue thought to himself. So many lost behind these walls.

The rogue and most nimble of the Hero’s party members leaned casually against one of the enormous pillars adorning the interior of the coliseum, well out of sight. The latest group of challengers marched proudly onto the sandy circle at the center of the Arena. None of them and not even the towering Glandiators noticed the small, 5’7’’ thief despite the long, dark green hooded cloak he wore. He absently wiggled his fingers wrapped in black, leather, fingerless gloves, flexing them to keep them warm and ready to pick a pocket, steal some keys or slit a throat as needed. Black armor that matched his scruffy, black hair blended perfectly with the shadows. Keen green eyes watched for the exact moment, the exact opportunity he needed to slip away and find his way into the depths of the Arena.

But they were all fools.

A master of stealth and skulduggery, he was also stupidly brave.

He dared to dream about conquering the Arena. But not by indulging the Conqueror.

They all attacked the Arena from the front, he mused, a slight smile on his angular features. Going for a frontal assault on a bastion built on physical might is stupid.

So I’ll conquer the Arena the only way I know how.

Cheers erupted from the Arena’s depths itself. That was his signal to move.

Flipping his hood up over his head, he skulked through the Arena, sliding through the shadows like he simply was swimming through water. As the Glandiators walked back towards the entrance, he slipped behind them, each step never making a whisper. Before the gates came down to lock the contestants into the Arena grounds itself, he slipped through, completely hidden as all eyes were on the group of soldiers ready to take on the Conqueror’s challenge.

Gordon didn’t allow himself to be distracted by the fanfare. He did note that despite the roar of applause, there was no one in the stands. Keeping close to the walls, he waited until more Glandiators started storming in to meet the challengers from other entrances. Looked like thirty of them. With this particular challenge occurring in the middle of the night, the Arena was only illuminated by torchlight. Plenty of places to hide. No one noticed him as he slipped past the Glandiators.

Time to get to work!

Little did he know that the Conqueror’s Arena would not be so easily conquered.

Gordon skulked through the shadows like they were part of him. Years of experience developed his skills to a point as sharp as the daggers hanging on a bandoleer across his chest. There were no defenses or traps within the Arena’s confines and what few Glandiators roamed the halls were easily avoided. Even if he were not the rogue that accompanied the Hero of the Hub to defeat the Evil Wizard multiple times, any rogue would have found the path extremely easy.

The Glandiators never noticed him as he weaved and ducked between them while they bathed in the underground saunas with their enormous, long dicks just hanging out. Though he wondered why these men bathed with their helmets on, he quickly dismissed the thought and kept moving.

“This was too easy,” he chuckled to himself.

Confidence grew with each step. A simple Arena, no matter how supernatural or magical, ruled by a monster could never pose a challenge to him. Especially when that Arena was plagued by enormous, grotesquely muscular giants who only craved combat. There were many times when he and the Hero’s Party had to fight enormous, muscled brutes and it was his speed, skill and poisons that had won them the day.

That thought brought back memories of those old days and his erstwhile companions. Especially that barbarian that lacked finesse, Felix the Fighter. Of them all, Gordon could handily claim that he could run circles around Felix the most. These ‘Glandiators’ were no different.

“Soon, I’ll be the first to have defeated an Incursion and its Invader,” he whispered to himself as he ducked and weaved through the armory. It spoke a lot of his confidence that he dared to utter a breath instead of keeping the thought to himself.

“This’ll be my victory. My win. One I earned myself without having to follow that blockhead Hero.”

His lips peeled back in a little snarl while he ran through the pens and cells that should have held monsters, beasts or animals but were currently empty.

“I did this all myself without having to listen to that sanctimonious Healer, that arrogant Mage or that fool of a Fighter.”

Thoughts of his past adventures with the Hero’s Party replayed in his mind. So many lectures received from Heathcliff. So many eye-rolls and disapproving glares from Mason. So many bruises received from the boisterous Felix. So many times he’d had to rescue that stupid Hero.

He worked best alone.

And it showed here as he approached the doors to the underground vault. There was no denying that this place held all the riches of the Arena. The smell of gold was prevalent in the air. His senses simply tingled, a sure sign that there was something valuable nearby. He often boasted that it was his ‘treasure sense’. Whenever he got that tingle, that little ‘chime-like’ feeling in the back of his head, it was guaranteed that there was something of value nearby.

The large, wooden, double door was all that was separating him from riches beyond his belief. Of course, the door was locked. But he was thief and a rogue. A locked door was never an obstacle. With practiced hands and his handy lockpicking tools, Gordon applied his skills to the lock until he heard that satisfying ‘click’.

He barged triumphantly through the door, a confident smirk on his face.

“And here we are -”

But he was not expecting what was sitting on the other side of that door.

Waiting for him, nestled on a pile of gold, was the master of the Conqueror’s Arena, the Conquerer of the Arena himself. The being from another world that had supplicated so many others before him. The creature that had claimed a section of the world and issued a challenge for anyone to defeat him and his champions. The being who promised wealth, power and fame to whomever conquered his Arena.

The titanic Conqueror was nine feet tall standing and even seated, he struck an intimidating frame. Having only heard about the Conqueror’s appearance second hand, Gordon was not prepared for the intimidating and strangely erotic form of the Invader. The Conqueror’s short, curly, silver hair was straddled by an impossibly perfectly green laurel. His thick brows and tightly maintained beard all sported the same silver coloration that was far from normal. Glowing red eyes appraised Gordon with a knowing smirk spread was firmly placed on a chiseled jaw. A frame that was reflective and, at the same time, the pinnacle of all the other Glandiators demanded attention. From his massive pectorals with perky, pink nipples, the light trail of silver body hair running down the valley of his abdominals to his thick, pubic bush and to that absolute python of an uncut cock, the Conqueror was terrifying, arousing and most of all…

… right there in front of him.

“What the…!?” was all Gordon could manage before the Conqueror moved faster than his size should have allowed.

“Now what new challenger confronts the Conqueror of the Arena?” boomed the Invader with all the confidence that was sapped out of Gordon and more.

The tremendous titan closed the gap between them, grabbed Gordon’s arm which seemed like a twig compared to the Conqueror’s enormous hands and threw the thief into the room. It seemed he was holding back but even then, Gordon stumbled all the way across the chamber, crumbling into a pile of gold coins. The Conqueror slammed the door shut and turned to face the thief, approaching with all the confidence of a man who knew he had won. In one hand, the Conqueror held a golden goblet that sloshed with a thick, white liquid. A purple body sash was the only piece of clothing he wore apart from leather wristbands and sandals.

“Aaah, you look like you have some experience under your belt,” the Conqueror boomed, a predatory grin crossing his features. “ I like that.”

Gordon’s mind was reeling. Any other time, he would have slipped past the lumbering monster with all the speed and agility he could muster but the Conqueror showed that, despite his size, he was supernaturally fast. So the best weapon in this case was not to have fast feet but to have a quick wit.

I need to find a way out of here…

“Please, don’t hurt me,” he pleaded, holding up his hands while scanning the room. At the same time, the motion pushed back his cloak, revealing his knives so that if he had to resort to using them, there was less clothing between him and his target. “I surrender!”

“Surrender?” laughed the Conqueror in a deep, reverberating boom. “But you have won!”

The Invader drew closer, looming over Gordon and looking down upon him, an emperor to a peasant.

Fuck… He’s got me trapped. Better play along for now.

Gordon gulped. With the height difference, he was basically at eye level with the Conqueror’s enormous manhood.

Shit… that’s a big dick.

“W - w - won?” he stammered. “What do you mean?”

The Conqueror’s smile faded slightly. Perhaps a sign of… disappointment? Boredom? “I challenged this town to defeat me and my warriors.” Then that smile grew again. “You are the first to succeed!”

The Conqueror leaned forward, forcing Gordon to stumble back into a pile of gold taller than the thief. “You have made it past my warriors and into the deepest depths of my Arena. You have succeeded where all others have failed. That deserves a reward!”

Gordon tilted his head to the side curiously. Was… was this a puzzle?

Many times, their party had encountered a monster, creature or dungeon where the goal was not to just throw muscle or magic at it. There was some key or clue that would lead them to success that was outside of brute force. The Conqueror had issued the challenge to ‘defeat’ him and his Glandiators. There was never a stipulation on how they had to be defeated.

“A reward, you say?” he asked, his confidence returning. “Well, I’ll gladly accept!”

The Conqueror was a blur of motion again and before he could react, Gordon’s entire vision was obscured by the sticky, white fluid and that golden cup.

“Excellent! Drink up!?” The Conqueror declared, forcing the goblet against Gordon’s lips and tilting its contents down his throat.

“Hurp!” Gordon choked, making the mistake of opening his mouth.

The liquid poured down his throat, forcing him to gag and gasp instinctively. It slipped down the back of his throat in slimy chunks that were unsettlingly warm and globular, almost like it was alive.

What is this shit!?

Gordon forced back the instinct to spit out the substance as the Conqueror began to laugh, watching him intently with those burning, red eyes.

Better do what his says. He could crush me with one hand!

“Yes! That’s it! Drink your fill! It will give you more power than you ever dreamed of!”

While that did sound appealing, the taste and feeling of swallowing the goo was forcing Gordon’s stomach to rebel. Somehow, he managed to keep it down. No matter how much he downed, however, the cup never seemed to go empty.

“Gah!” he gagged, followed by a series of coughs.

“Don’t stop now! You have only begun!”

When does it end!? This is so disgusting!

Those thoughts did not align with his body’s actions. His hands had clasped around the cup and was holding it of his own accord. His swallowing and gulps became more consistent, more rhythmic. It was only when his stomach was starting to feel full and strangely warm did he realize something was terribly wrong.

Why… Why can’t I stop drinking!?

“That’s it!” laughed the Conqueror. “Take the initiative! Drink every last drop!”

And he did. He couldn’t stop himself. Gordon tilted the goblet higher and higher into the air, gulping down more and more with every mouthful. Hesitation was completely erased in the flood of salty fluid that tumbled down his throat. Time simply did not become a factor. Minutes, hours, days may have passed where all he did and knew was the steady influx of this addictive, white fluid as it pumped down his throat. Only when the last drop from the seemingly inexhaustible cup slipped onto his tongue and he was left licking the goblet for scraps did he regain control of his body.

Gordon immediately dropped the cup and covered his mouth in shock, turning away from the Conqueror. If he threw up his ‘reward’, there was no telling what the Conqueror would do to him.

Oh fuck… What got into me!? I swallowed everything!

“Impressive,” rumbled the titanic Invader. “You will be a big one indeed.”

At the mention of the word ‘big’, Gordon’s cock suddenly throbbed. The rogue managed to pull one hand away from his mouth and cover his crotch in shame. His knees began to shake and buckle as he desperately tried to hide his confusingly hard erection that strained against his black leather pants. Somewhere in the recesses of his memory, he recalled the venom of a spider that would cause painful erections and eventually necrosis. Had the Conqueror laced his drink with that substance?

Is… is this how he gets rid of his challengers?

By poisoning them!? But he said I won!

“No use fighting it now,” came the Conqueror’s thunderous words behind him. “Accept your reward. Grow and become one of my Glandiators.”

Gordon’s eyes boggled in his skull.

Did he just say… his ‘Glandiators’!?”

Is this how he makes more of those muscled freaks!? Anyone that ‘wins’ at his Arena gets turned into one of them!?

The heat radiating from his erect member suddenly surged throughout the rest of his body. Prickling poked at his skin as even the familiar touch of his leather armor and clothing became irritating. Each movement sent commands rocketing towards his dick to immediately cum. His mind clouded with thoughts of ejaculating, drawing on memories of nights where he quietly pleasured himself away from the rest of the party. Gordon the Thief fell to his knees, shaking, quaking and still with a hand over his mouth to keep himself from vomiting.

“I need to get out of here,” he told himself, like he was trying to command his body over the burning sensations. “Find a Healer! A Mage! Find anyone!”

The vocal affirmations seemed to shock his body back under his control.

“Fuck!” he cursed loudly. “I’m getting so hot! Need to remove my cloak…” His body moved at his command as he grabbed his green cloak from around his shoulders, unbuckled it and threw it to the ground. A wave of coolness washed over him. The relief it offered was brief.

“Shit… what’s… what’s happening to me!?” he groaned, staring at his own hands. His fingers, poking out from his dark, fingerless gloves, shook violently. A pounding pain slammed against the inside of his skull, chastising him for daring to defy the inevitable transformation. He let out a scream, straightening and clutching the sides of his head.

That pounding was only matched by his aching cock and as it intensified, so did the need to release his load. His whole body locked up as cum exploded out of his member without him every touching it. Still confined within his pants, his cock spewed the first of many orgasms straight into the leather.

Warmth and relief flooded his pounding head but, just like the relief offered by removing his cloak, it was fleeting. It was enough for him to remove his hands from the side of his head. The moment he did, however, an ominous crack emanated from his fingers. His green eyes immediately darted towards them.

Crrrrrrack!

A finger visibly lurched forward, seemingly dislocating itself from his knuckles but growing the bone needed to bridge the gap between the joins. The scream in his throat died as another ominous crack erupted from his other hand. Little jolts of the same, relieving warmth rocketed up his hands with each spasm. Each momentary bolt of cooling pleasure offered a brief shot of clarity. Through his clarity, he came to a terrifying realization.

“N - N - no…” he moaned. “My hands are getting bigger!”

Both hands rippled and surged, snapping through the leather of his gloves and leaving him with taut wrist straps.

“They’re huge!”

The crackling sensation seeped into his forearms, up his biceps and through the rest of his body. All the while, his cock continued to throb, leak and strain against his trousers. He shook, fighting for each fleeting moment of clarity to try and find some way out of his perilous situation. But every time lucidity returned, he found himself clinging onto it… before craving it as the heat intensified again and again.

He unknowingly became dependent on those bursts of pleasure.

“I… I… I can’t stop it…” he grunted, watching as each of his arms began to inflate with the mass and muscle that he had derided for so long. The weight of his new arms pulled at his chest but his pectorals would not left behind and they jiggled and grew. The black leather armor he wore strained against the growing mass they desperately contained. A few inches were added to his spine and that was the deciding factor. With an audible ripping noise, the leather split right down the middle, revealing his moderately hairy chest and the rippling muscles beneath.

A bigger, longer burst of cooling air washed over him and his cock spasmed, unleashing another torrent of cum into his suffering pants. Some semblance of his desire to escape remained and he somehow managed to rise to his feet, shuffling a few steps forward even though he was facing away from the door that would lead to his freedom.

“Can’t stop…” he groaned, practically in a daze. “But… it feels… feels so… so…!”

Crrrrack!

Another surge of heat erupted from his cock and pounded against the inside of his skull like this force was literally trying to turn his brain into mush. A vague image of Felix flexing his biceps at him flashed before his mind and he instinctively mirrored the gesture. He lifted both arms into the air and flexed both in one motion.

Rrrrrrrrip!

The remnants of his tunic and armor exploded off his body, lats and traps surging out in bursts of sweaty, hairy muscle. But the greatest relief came from the tear in the groin of his trousers. Every part of his body tensed and he pull all of his effort into his cock, willing it to grow, willing it to get bigger, thicker and strong enough to erupt out of his trousers even as he held the flexing pose.

Rrrrrrrrip!

A burst of freedom, an explosion of relief and a dick that was much bigger than the one that he had lived with for so long supported by two, huge, heavy testicles that throbbed and gurgled now that they had room to grow.

“… So good!” Gordon roared.

Even amongst the Hero’s Party, Gordon was never one to have the strongest mental fortitude. He was quick, witty and sarcastic but in terms of resisting the influence of mental manipulation, at best he was in the middle ground. Certainly above Felix and the Hero but far below the magic users. As the corruptive influence of the Conqueror of the Arena flooded his extremities, he could not help but enjoy the rush of power, the feeling of strength and the volcanic arousal that demanded his cock cum over and over again; to eject what made Gordon a master thief, the reject who he was… and become one of the Glandiators.

“F - F - Fuck…” he groaned, thrusting his hips forward while still holding his flexing pose. “I… I want… More!” he announced. “Give me… Give me…!”

Rrrrrrip!

“More!”

His pants began to split, tears appearing horizontally against his massive quads and meaty thighs. Hot cum came shooting out of the tip of his member, once again, untouched by his huge hands. Instead of bringing relief, it only brought an increasing ache to his throbbing genitals.

“I want…” he declared, throwing his hands behind his head. His cock spasmed and unleashed another blast of cum. The violent eruption of seed pushed the meat of his member out in all directions, visibly causing it to flick upwards as it grew longer, thicker and heavier.

“MORE!”

SNAP!

His demand was heralded by the bandoleer of knives strapped to his chest finally breaking and falling uselessly to the ground. He shouted to the air, throwing his head back and once again flexing his arms.

Gordon decided then that he liked the feeling of flexing meaty, muscular arms.

To reward his realization, his cock again gushed out a flood of his seed, splattering the piles of gold coin around him like he was claiming it as his own.

At long last, the flames coursing through his body seemed to ease. No more throbbing in his head. The pulsing had migrated to the rest of his body. Powerful waves of strength and mass were pushing out from deep within him, beating at the walls of his growing mass and urging them to grow bigger and bigger. Each pulse added a fraction of an inch to his height, a little bit to his weight and more and more to his growing physique.

My head… stopped hurting…

He held himself tightly, crossing his arms across his chest and clutching his pulsing triceps. A grunt let his thick neck as a heavy shuddering ran down his entire body.

But everything else… it’s… it’s throbbing!

Gordon doubled over, sweat dripping of his brow and his face turning a bright red. Deep rumbling emanated from his growing muscles, tectonic plates moving and shifting while causing earthquakes.

Feels like something is… building up!

The one last article of clothing on his body were his boots that somehow held on for this long. But as more and more pulsing rocketed through his body, they began to audible groan.

It’s… making me stronger… and… and I’m going to… going to… explode!

The end approached when a tearing noise emanated from his boots.

I want it! I want more of it!

Give me…

“MORE!” he roared, throwing his head back.

Toes exploded out of his boots, sending scraps of leather out in all directions. The laces snapped and whipped about. Gordon straightened, every muscle in his body tensing to the hardness of steel. Tough veins pressed up against his skin, pulsing and pumping blood into his hungry frame. This time, he clutched his huge, meaty cock that would have rivaled a normal man’s club. The river of cum shot up his member, pushing up against his fingers in approval of what would eventually be a common position for the Glandiator. Then it all came pouring out in a torrent that would have flooded a man’s ass and had them full for weeks.

Gordon never even got to stroke his new, monstrous dick. He clutched onto it more for support and for something to hold onto as his entire body quaked and shook; a divine mountain of muscle that rumbled from an avalanche. Over and over again, he shot his load. He lost count of how many times he came. Numbers no longer mattered to him. Picking locks no longer mattered. Clothing didn’t matter.

All that he cared about was this constant pleasure which was granted to him at the behest of his master, the Conqueror of the Arena.

“ Magnificent. ”

The words of his lord and master pulled him from the eternal dark vortex of his erotic bliss. Through the haze, he beheld the magnificent Conqueror of the Arena who stood over him by just a foot. He barely registered that he was now eight feet tall because, to him, none should ever be as tall or even taller than the Conqueror.

“Let me have a look at you, my Glandiator.”

Gordon straightened, puffing out his chest and spreading his legs so that every muscle on his body could be visible for inspection. The presence of the Conqueror made his cock hard so hard. He didn’t even register that he had just spewed an barrel’s worth of cum at his feet. All he wanted to do was express his joy at having the Conqueror in front of him by saluting the massive mountain of a man with his dick and showering the Invader with his cum.

“Yes, M’lord,” he rumbled, the deep baritone a far flung contrast to the whisper of Gordon the Thief. “Anything you wish. I serve at your pleasure.”

The Conqueror’s pleased smile made him leak. He almost came the moment the titan wrapped a loving hand against the back of his head and pressed their two, muscled bodies together. The Conqueror’s other hand reached down and gripped their cocks in one of his huge hands, their tools rubbing against one another and pulsing in unison.

“You have quite the ‘sword’ there, my proud Glandiator.”

Gordon shuddered and fought to utter an intelligible response. “It is your gift, M’lord. One I bear proudly.”

That answer pleased the Conqueror and he used his immense strength to pull their heads together. “Good answer. I reward those who please me.” Their lips hovered an inch from one another and Gordon’s eyelids flickered. He was so close to cumming again.

“Come here for your reward.”

Their lips met. The kiss was tender, affectionate but also very passionate. Gordon was thrown into the vortex of pleasure again, unable to resist and unwilling to at the same time. All he could do was mumble his appreciation as he had the honor of tasting the Conqueror personally. He wasn’t even sure if he came or not. Just that he felt really good…

… and he wanted more.

The Conqueror, perhaps sensing his hunger, broke the kiss briefly.

“I have a gift for you, my Glandiator. Something befitting your rank and experience. Wear it well.”

Gordon wasn’t even sure what the gift was. Only that he felt a velvety fabric wrap around his enormous, broad shoulders and tumble down his broad, highly defined back.

“Hmph… thank you… Urf… M’lord,” he mumbled, eyes still closed and going in for another kiss. “I… live… to serve… you…”

Their passionate lip locking continued, the whirlwind of passion intensifying. This time, Gordon knew he came. At least once or twice. Mostly because when the Conqueror broke the kiss, he saw he had painted his lord and master’s amazing torso with his seed.

“One last thing to complete your transformation.”

Gordon’s eyes widened in anticipation. “Anything, M’lord!”

He wasn’t sure where the Conqueror had produced the helmet or where the crimson cloak that now wrapped around Gordon’s shoulders had come from considering the Conqueror was mostly naked but at the same time, he didn’t care. The Conqueror held up the encompassing gladiatorial helmet above Gordon’s head.

“Don this helmet and say the words that I crave to hear.”

Deep in Gordon’s heart, the oath to the Conqueror resonated and he did not hesitate to give them voice.

“Yes M’lord.”

He knelt down on one knee, bowing his head. That helmet came closer to his skull, resonating with him, causing his cock and ball to vibrate in anticipation.

“I live to service your cock.”

A little closer and the top of his head was touching the warm metal of the helmet.

“I exist to defend your glorious body.”

He closed his eyes as the helmet closed in around his head.

“I am your…”

Cold metal settled on his head. Supernatural steel wrapped around his jawline, closing in around his neck like a noose or a collar. It locked itself in place, preventing it from ever being removed by natural means. When his eyes opened, the glowed with the same fierce, fiery red light of the Conqueror’s own.

He rose, no longer Gordon the Thief but just another of the Glandiators of the Conqueror’s Arena. With a cock that would rival any blade, hot, corruptive seed poured out of his member and testicles, shooting upwards in celebration as he declared his allegiance to the Invader.

“… Glandiator!”

Challenger’s Entrance

The Conqueror’s Arena

The Hub City

4 Months after the Crossover

The guards at the checkpoint were instantly on alert when they saw more than five people emerging from the Arena, the first group to ever return from the Conqueror’s challenge. King Angelo and Princess Penelope, who stood amongst them in anticipation, were immediately surrounded and protected. Tensions rose even more when they noticed one of the towering Glandiators following closely behind the four heroes who made it out. That tension, however, eased when that very same titan raised his hands up in surrender.

“Lower your weapons,” Cody announced. “It’s me. Cody Wilder. The Hero of the Hub.”

Confused glances were exchanged but weapons were not lowered. As the party approached, Marcelos raised his voice to offer credence to the claim.

“We have successfully defeated the Conqueror’s first challenge,” declared the Prince. “We are returning victorious! Not only have our techniques proven to be effective against the Invaders but the Hero has developed a new ability that turns the power of the Incursions against them!”

Penelope swooned. “Ooooh! That’s my Hero!” She slapped the backs of the guardsmen who were protecting her. “Lower your weapons, you dolts! Let them pass! They must be tired!”

The guardsmen looked towards the King who merely nodded. Only then did they show some sign of relaxing. Cody breathed a sigh of relief but he still approached slowly. His new frame and build still took some getting used to. Towering over everyone was a little disconcerting, even a nauseating. He was used to being the second tallest in the group, next to Felix. Now being the tallest was… he wasn’t sure if he liked it.

“You must tell us what happened!” Penelope exclaimed, pushing past the guards and standing with her hands clasped, gazing up with awe at Cody. It surprised him that she was the only one not cowering away from him even though he looked exactly like the other Glandiators. Even Marcelos and Theodore had been hesitant at first. Knox and Eros had no qualms with approaching him though they had their own reasons.

“Well…” Cody began, reaching for his helmet and removing it casually. Unlike the other Glandiators, he was able to remove his helmet. Not that he was sure he would be comfortable having such equipment fused to his skull. Claustrophobia was the least of his worries. “… I guess we should start with what exactly the Conqueror has in store for challengers.”

Alongside the others, they began recounting what had happened in the Arena. They went into details about some facts such as the strange, empty Arena, the appearance of the Conqueror himself and the composition of the challenge. However, when it came to the more… lurid details, they glossed over the fact that each of them had to make the Glandiators orgasm to subdue them. Traditional fighting styles and techniques simply did not work. Some damage was observed but it would not be enough against the monstrous Glandiators despite their lack of armor.

When it come to describing what happened to Cody, however…

‘Be vague,’ advised the voice in his head. ‘They will not understand this power.’

Not that I understand it, he countered.

‘That is for the best. For now.’

In the short walk since he had become acquainted with the ‘voice’, he had learned that the entity could speak to him through his thoughts.

“When the Glandiators were forced to…” he coughed briefly. “… climax, these magical beams of energy sprang from them and entered me. The Glandiators turned back into their old forms.” He gestured with a large hand towards the thirty or so civilians that trailed them, most of them naked, confused but alive. “And I turned into… well… this.”

Penelope looked up at him in awe, a strange gleam in her eyes and a light blush on her cheeks. “Is it… Permanent?”

Cody glanced towards his companions who all gave him a helpless stare. Even Eros was unsure of the answer.

“We would have to study the effects of the Crossex on him and this transformation,” answered the formerly Evil Wizard. “Even I had not anticipated such a reaction. I can only theorize on what caused the transformation and it’s far reaching consequences but I am in agreement with the Prince, your brother. This is the turning point against the Incursions and their Invaders. We cannot squander this opportunity.”

Eros pointed his staff at Cody. “While you still have the form of one of the Glandiators, we must study you for weaknesses and vulnerabilities! We can refine our techniques against your physique!”

The Hero of the Hub flinched away from the declaration. “You can’t be serious!” He snarled, baring his teeth at Eros. “This is just a way for you to humiliate me!”

The magic caster folded his arms with a smug smirk. “As much as it would please me to have you groveling post-orgasm in front of me…” His features darkened. “The Conqueror is clearly stronger than we expected. We just faced off against one of his challenges. He was watching while we were fighting. If he is anything like me, he will use this day’s reprieve to muster his strength, consider his options and create a suitable counterattack against us.” Eros then glanced towards the King and then to the Hub. “And we don’t know what he’ll do if we delay taking up his challenge tomorrow.”

Knox, who was strumming on his lute, suddenly jerked away, causing a slight discordant tune. “Tomorrow? Dontcha think we’d get the whole day ta lick our wounds?”

The Wizard gave him a raised eyebrow. “The Conqueror said we would get the day to rest. Logically, that means that we will face off against him tomorrow at the same time.”

“Are ya sure, ‘bout that? He said we’d get a day ta rest. So afta today, we get one more and then we’ll face him the day after.”

“That’s not -”

The two began arguing about the semantics of the Conqueror’s challenge. Since no one had ever made it this far, it was difficult to tell when the next match would come. Further, there was also the risk of what the Conqueror would do if they reneged on their agreement. The only thing keeping the Conqueror and his army of Glandiators from storming the Hub was the constant flow of challengers coming to him. If the one group of challengers suddenly abandoned the fight, what was stopping him from sending out his forces to hunt them down?

Cody’s thoughts were interrupted by a sudden… urge from his loins. He glanced down in shock as he found his dick starting to stir. It occurred to him that he was very naked in front of everyone, including the royal family but none of that mattered as his focus started to be drawn towards his aching member.

‘Turn away if you are ashamed,’ warned the voice in his head. ‘But in my world, gladiators fought in the nude. It is a sign of pride and honor.’

Cody grunted and muttered a quick excuse before he took a step away from the Princess. The urges grew more intense and he hurriedly scrambled away to the side of the path much to the confusion of others. His cheeks were afire from more than just embarrassment as his cock grew to full erection. Even his immense size couldn’t fully hide it from all the onlookers. From the captives they had rescued, the guards, his how party and the royal family, someone was able to catch at least a glimpse of him as his body quaked and a jet of his seed erupted from his member, shooting high into the air.

What shame he felt was instantly consumed by an overwhelming sense of release and relief. Tension fled his body through his throbbing member. Every muscle in his body relaxed, softened and eased. The veins all over his body melded back into his skin. Striations on his muscles smoothened out. Each burst from his genitals pumped out more and more the Conqueror’s corruption. The emblem on his back emitted a soft bluish-purple glow, thrumming and throbbing with each jet of seed that he pumped out.

Bit by bit, Cody’s frame shrank back into a familiar shape. The helmet he bore in one hand melted into sticky, warm semen and dripped onto the ground. The spear and shield he had slung onto his back, held up by his cloak similarly dripped down into a shower of seed. The wrist bands, sandals and cloak were the last to drop away, transforming into a puddle of fresh, white seed that soaked his feet.

A sigh of relief left his throat with the last burst from his deflated member.

Gods… that felt so good.

‘Didn’t it?’ mused the voice. ‘I am honestly surprised. All the others I’ve spoken to have had sex at least once but you have yet to enjoy the comfort of another. Man or woman.’

That embarrassment returned but for a different reason. He instinctively covered his genitals.

Shut up! No one else knows that!

Warm, silky fabric was wrapped around his shoulders. Theodore gingerly wrapped his own cloak around Cody’s shoulders, careful to avoid touching the goop that had fallen on the ground.

“Glad to have you back, Hero,” said the knight, a gentle smile on his face.

Cody’s heart skipped a beat.

‘Don’t let your hormones get the best of you. Just because your cock just spilled a river of your seed, doesn’t mean the first man you see is to be your mate.’

Cody coughed and nodded in agreement. Outwardly, he said, “Thank you, Theodore. I am glad to be myself again.”

Then he felt the cold poke of a wooden stick on his side. It was Eros.

“Fascinating,” the Wizard commented, using his staff to jab Cody’s side from a distance. “It seems the transformation was temporary. Unless you willed the reversion?”

Cody shot him a scathing look but shook his head. “No. It was involuntary.”

“Pity. It means that we have a time limit for how long you can maintain that form.” Eros poked Cody a few more times with his staff, making the Hero swat the stick away in annoyance. “Though it also begs the question of whether or not you can incite the transformation willingly.”

‘You can. But you will need arousal and focus at the same time.’

Marcelos stepped in between them, pushing the staff down towards the ground but not being afraid to step into the puddle of cum. “Enough. Both of you.” The Prince nodded towards the Hub. “Let us return to the city. We can discuss our next steps there.” Turning to the shocked and surprised civilians, he said, “And let’s make sure we give shelter to those that we have rescued. I am sure they need the rest more than we do.”

Agreement was exchanged all around.

Cody was offered some reprieve as he strode amongst the small retinue back to the Hub. In the quiet of his own thoughts and finally back to his own shape, he could address the voice.

Alright. Talk. Who are you?

‘Put simply, I am you,’ answered the specter. ‘Or rather, another version of you. I am Cody Wilder the Champion of Conquest.’

The Hero’s Quarters

Castle Angelo

The Hub City

4 Months after the Crossover

‘In my world, I had defeated the man you call the Conqueror.’

Cody - the Hero of the Hub - sat quietly on the bed offered to him by the King and Marcelos. Alone in the private quarters in the royal wing of Castle Angelo, he had some time to converse with the entity that now inhabited his mind. Though there were celebrations and a renewed sense of energy that he had returned victorious from the Conqueror’s Arena, he did not feel like partaking in the revelry like he usually did after completing a quest.

There was still so much more to know.

And this voice was a mystery he needed to unravel.

“Alone?” Cody asked quietly. Within the large private quarters, there was the large, four post bed and some fine furniture. Even a small fireplace for warmth. It was more finery than he was used to but considering how he had just injected hope into the people of the Hub and Ayeroscia, the King had insisted despite his protests.

‘No. I had my companions with me. Four other gladiators.’

“Four…” Cody mused, a little smile on his face. “Yeah… I had four other party members with me when we defeated the Evil Wizard multiple times.”

‘Yes. We saw.’

“We?” he repeated, lifting his head up at the word.

‘The other ‘yous’. There are many of us here. We suspect just as many as there are Invaders, as you call them.’

The Champion of Conquest explained that in his world, his and his nemesis were locked in a constant battle. The Conqueror would train and created challenges in his arena over and over again. Gladiator-Cody would always be the one that would triumph over them or at someone connected to him.

It was the same with the other versions of Cody. They were locked in an eternal struggle against their Evil Wizard equivalent. But at one point, their battle just became their last. Something changed and the Eros Virgo of their world just never came back. The Codys moved on with their lives. Faced other challenges. The cycle had been broken.

Or so they thought.

Something pulled at them after a while. One day, they were simply going about their lives and the next, they were suddenly overcome with this overwhelming urge to travel to the place where they had defeated their rival. Some fought it off as long as possible but eventually, the compulsion was too strong that they would sometimes wake up after having slept for the night only to find themselves miles away from their beds, closer to the scene of their climactic battle.

Eventually, each version of Cody Wilder would reach their destination to find a wound of crackling, malevolent, purple energy.

‘It was like lightning had frozen in the middle of the air to tear a rip into the world,’ explained Conquest Cody. ‘I reached for it and was brought to a place. I suppose you could call it a gathering spot. There, I met the other versions of Cody Wilder. And we saw you.’

The other Codys exchanged information, mentioned what they had seen as Cody the Hero shattered Eros’ schemes and absorbed the power of the Crossex. They had surmised that the Crossex had called to each of them and that was why they were compelled to make the journey. Their heroic spirits drove them all to agree that to save their world and the other worlds, they needed to help Hero Cody defeat the Invaders once and for all.

“How?” Cody asked.

‘The power of the Crossex was twisted and corrupted by Eros Virgo. Turned it overtly sexual. This formed a bridge of sorts which we could use to lend you some of our power and experience. In effect, you must reach sexual climax to access our powers.’

Cody’s cheeks burned in embarrassment. He couldn’t just sit on the edge of his bed, naked anymore. Movement would get the blood out of his cheeks and away from his rapidly stirring dick. Rising from where he was seated, he moved towards the wardrobe and began grabbing some plain clothing. Just a simple tunic, trousers and some boots. “That’s… a little shameless,” he mumbled.

‘Unfortunately, that is the situation we find ourselves in. You need our powers to defeat the Invaders and their forces. Moreover, it is only through the power of the Crossex that those that have been transformed will revert.’

“Tell me how that works, exactly.”

Cody moved towards the exit of his room as the voice of his other self lectured him. The other Codys had found themselves in the void of the Crossex. They could not escape. But at the same time, they could not die. There was no need to eat, sleep or drink. They simple were. More, they could see everything happening around Cody and his connection to the Invaders thanks to the remnants of the Crossex embedded in him.

‘It was through these connections that we were able to infer what was happening. And how we could help.’

Cody paused at the door, looking back into the room and imagining his towering, gladiator-self standing there talking to him. “And you’re saying I have to… to orgasm so that I can save all those people?”

‘Of sorts. Think of it this way. Your Evil Wizard, Eros Virgo, had captured multiple instances of himself across the multiverse and trapped them in the Crossex with the intention of fusing with one of them. However, you disrupted that spell. Now, each of those trapped iterations are free and each of them holds a fragment of the Crossex’s power. That power seeks to be whole. They merged with the instance they had trapped to complete itself so that it would just not dissipate into nothingness. In turn, it granted great power to the instance who had now become an Invader. Each of them is now a spawn of the Crossex. Not exactly the same but more like a child of it. But you still hold the parent.’

“And…?” Cody prompted.

‘And as with anyone, they are compelled to multiply. They do this by turning others and the world around them into their spawn. Everything they create ultimately spawns from the Crossex of which you have the primary. You have lordship over them.’

“So why can’t I just command them to stand down?”

‘Just because you have authority, does not mean they will obey it. Only by subduing them will that energy leave the poor soul that has been corrupted. That power will then flood into you. Then, through that same connection, we can manifest our powers and skills in you. However, the excess… can come out explosively.’

Meaning, if he didn’t expend the power that he accumulated from defeating the Invader’s forces, he would be forced to ejaculate. Magic had never been his strong suit. Enduring the effects of magic, yes. Heathcliff had often commented that he had an unnatural resistance to magic even if he was not adept at using it himself. In that way, it seemed like he was the logical vessel for the Crossex’s power.

That did not make the process any less humiliating.

‘The one thing we cannot determine is why the Invaders are only converting men,’ mused Gladiator-Cody. ‘They are all hostile to women and children. At best, they ignore them. At worst, they violently expel them and leave them to fend for themselves. We cannot understand why the Invaders go out of their way to have sexual relations with other men or why it is only through such acts can they convert other men into their spawn.’

Cody’s cheeks began to burn again and he turned on his heel to leave.

“Maybe it has something to do with the fact that Eros only captured male alternates of himself. I should go ask him.”

‘A good idea. He was the original caster of the spell.’

The burning embarrassment eased from Cody’s cheeks as he strode out in a plain, blue tunic and gray trousers. The hallways of Castle Angelo were mostly empty as the small celebration continued in the streets. The King had made the announcement that the Hero of the Hub had triumphed against the Conqueror of the Arena’s first challenge and would be returning to face him again for the second and third challenges soon. This brought great joy to the citizens of the city and, for the first time in four months since the Incursions had begun, there was hope. People, even the guardsmen of the castle, were allowed to feel some relief.

He knew, however, that his companions were hard at work refining their skills now that they had a suitable weapon against the Incursions and their Invaders. One of them would be at the training yard at the very least.

As he walked, he interrogated his ghostly other-self.

Where are the other instances?

‘We are both connected to you and the Incursions that we oppose. While we can all gather around you, we figured it would be a better use of our time if we spread out and kept an eye out on the rest of the Invaders. The rest have scattered to the other Incursion points and are watching the Invaders. If there is something of dire need, they will come to us.’

That was handy. They had little, ethereal spies against the Invaders. As Gladiator-Cody confirmed, they could see the whole world as Cody did but they could not fully interact with it. They had spent the past four months perfecting movement in their ghostly forms. With all of them working together and basically being the same person, they had made incredible progress.

Tell me about your world.

As Cody reached the rear of the castle, the stone hallways opened into a large, rectangular yard covered in sand and straw walled off from the rest of the castle and the public. Wooden training dummies sat within a fenced off arena. Within this arena, he was surprised to find both Eros and Prince Marcelos standing facing the dummies.

‘Another time. Interrogate your Evil Wizard.’

“Eros,” he greeted, raising a hand and approaching the two. “Prince Marcelos!”

The two turned to him and both smiled though with different airs to them. Marcelos gave him a warm, gentle, princely smile while Eros had this ambitious glint in his eyes.

“Ah, excellent,” Eros exclaimed. “You are dressed and finally ready to get to work. Join us.”

“Work?” Cody repeated. “What work is there to be done?”

“Don’t sit on your figurative laurels, Hero,” mocked the Evil Wizard. “We triumphed over the Conqueror’s first challenge. Likely the same challenge he threw against every would-be-savior that came before us. He is used to winning. Now that he has been humbled, I doubt that he would just sit there and allow us to celebrate our victory. At least if he were me. And on some level, he is me.”

‘They’re two very different people,’ scoffed Gladiator-Cody.

The Hero of the Hub decided to keep the presence of his alternate selves a secret for now. He was unsure how anyone else would react knowing he was speaking to ghosts. Certainly, a few would consider him insane.

“We’re trying to refine our techniques against the Glandiators,” explained Prince Marcelos. He gestured with his rapier towards the wooden training dummies. “While my Goblin Cocksuckers are fast and can easily stimulate the Glandiators, I find it difficult to control more than one at any given time. This means that I leave myself vulnerable to attack while summoning them.” He then nodded towards Eros. “Our dear Wizard has taken no pain to hide the fact that his abilities are significant diminished while he is restrained.”

Eros huffed, stamping the end of his staff into the hard-packed dirt beneath him. “I could help you with your summoning technique if you would just let me access my full might. I find it much easier to demonstrate through live actions than just lectures.” The Wizard shrugged. “But, as we’ve said time and again, there will be no convincing you release my bindings at least until I earn your trust a little more. So we came to an agreement.”

Cody lifted his eyebrows. “What kind of agreement?”

His two companions exchanged glances.

“Since you adopt the form of one of the Glandiators with your transformation,” Marcelos began, “we thought it be prudent to study your form so that we may better find ways to counter them.”

Images of himself being back in his Glandiator form while having his member pleasured by one of Marcelos’ Goblin Cocksuckers immediately flashed before his mind. Blood began rushing towards his dick… until he started envisioning himself being restrained by Eros’ dark chains, each of his struggles causing his cock to pulse until he came.

And he got even harder.

‘Wait…’ Gladiator-Cody mused. ‘Are those scenes from your imagination or an effect of the Crossex?’

Cody pushed his spectral guardian aside mentally while hotly replying. What do you think?

“I’m not going to change just so you can humiliate me with your… your ‘binding magic’,” he spat at Eros hotly. Quickly glancing towards the Prince, he offered a bow of apology. “And, I am sorry, Your Highness. I don’t even know if I can transform on my own.”

‘Of course you can. All you need is the appropriate amount of arousal, control and stimulation.’

They don’t know that!

‘Cody,’ the Gladiator chastised like a father talking down to a child. ‘You need to master this technique of transformation. Without it, you will find yourself vulnerable against the Glandiators and Invaders. You know normal attacks have little effect on them. You cannot depend on the rest of your team to stimulate them so that you can absorb the Crossex energy.’

It pained him to admit that all of that was right.

Offering a shaky smile to the Prince, he said, “But I can try.”

Marcelos returned a bright, encouraging smile. “Excellent! Anything to help us against the Conqueror and in our fight against the Incursions.”

Cody nodded and shot Eros a warning look before striding away, starting to remove his shirt. There was no point ruining some perfectly good clothes if he was going to transform. Removing his pants in front of the Prince was a little bit more embarrassing and he felt even more vulnerable with Eros sitting there but he enduring the humiliation and their analytical stares while he stripped down.

Once he was fully naked and had his back turned to his audience of two, he consulted Gladiator-Cody.

Okay. So how do I do this.

‘Eros Virgo wanted to experience the joys of sex. Not necessarily the act of it or even the consequences of it. This much is evident. All that comes from stimulation. From the foreplay, the act itself and, most of all, the climax. All you need to do is experience that yourself and you will open the connection to the Crossex.’

I thought I needed the energy of the Crossex to transform.

‘An overabundance of the energy will transform you. However, you have your own reserves that you can draw upon.’

Convenient.

Cody took a deep breath and reached down towards his exposed, uncut cock and began stroking it with a tentative touch. Just a few movements was enough to stir his member to attention. It was much more sensitive and responsive than ever before. Likely the Crossex’s influence. Already, he could feel the familiar energies of the cursed mark radiating from his back, coursing through his veins and pulsing into his dick like lightning drawn to a rod.

‘Good. You can feel it, can’t you? Now, make sure you don’t give yourself to the sensations. You need to stop yourself from climaxing at least until you’re done.’

Easier said that done!

Cody bit his lower lip, fighting hard to keep his strokes from getting too desperate and immediately ejaculating.

‘Now, focus on my form. The muscles built over years of training. The discipline it takes to maintain my shape. The sweet taste of victory. The bitter twang of defeat. The thrill of the fight. The pride of fighting in front of thousands and performing acts that would make them scream, shout and cheer. The might of a gladiator.’

Strength. Discipline. Combat and pride. These were all things Cody could understand and as he focused on them, he felt his body swell. The Crossex’s energies surged through him, pumping into his muscles and causing them to swell. Each stroke of his dick pushed more and more of that strange magic through his body like it was a pump and the mark on his back was just the well. Length and strength entered his member, each pump producing more and more of the energy and sending it through his form.

He could almost hear the audience in the arena cheering for him and with that strange experience of having the Conqueror’s Arena produce that noise but not have the crowd itself, he had a frame of reference. That only stirred his transformation further. His spine groaned with effort as it stretched upwards and his legs were forced to stand wider due to his inflating thighs.

Cody held onto those thoughts for as long as possible. Eventually, biology had to take over. Since Gladiator-Cody didn’t oppose his actions, he allowed himself to cum, jets of his seed erupting into the air. A strange magic possessed the streams, causing them to curl through the air like serpents seeking to strike. Cody held out one hand and one of those beams of sticky, warm liquid strike his open palm to form that phallic spear. The other lance of cum collided with his other forearm to form the rounded shield. He instinctively closed his eyes as the rest of his seed fell down upon him, forming his helmet and the long, black cape with the feathered collar. He barely even noticed when some drips of his cum formed the sandals and wristbands.

Strangely, he didn’t feel exhausted or tired after his orgasm. He was energized and ready for a fight.

Wow… That… That was easier than I thought.

He wasn’t sure why, but he half-expected Gladiator-Cody to have gone silent.

‘You’re a natural with that. Little wonder the Crossex chose you. I suppose because you are the opposition to Eros Virgo, it seemed the logical choice to complete itself.’

Taking a deep breath, Cody turned back to face his companions. Again, both Eros and Marcelos were both smiling at him but each had their own different expressions. Eros had an ambitious edge to his grin as he stroked his beard. Marcelos looked almost… embarrassed? Bashful? It was hard to read the Prince’s expression.

“Are you alright, Your Highness?” Cody asked in his deep, rumbling voice.

“Y - Y - Yes, of course,” stammered Marcelos, slowly approaching. He held out a gloved hand, quivering a little. “Would it be… would it be alright if I… if I touched you?”

Considering the height difference, the Prince was directly reaching for Cody’s dick.

Is… Is he aroused by me?

‘Who wouldn’t be? In my world, many wanted to breed with me hoping I would sire the next generation of heroic gladiators.’

Cody swallowed loudly. “Yes, of course, Your Highness.”

Marcelos suddenly let out a little, joyous squeal that was completely unbecoming of the Prince. He lunged for Cody’s dick, dropping his rapier entirely, and grabbed the Hero’s still-erect manhood with both hands. Cody felt another blush coming along especially as the Prince’s hands traveled up and down his member…

… until he realized it wasn’t because Marcelos wanted to get him off.

“Would you look at this girth!” exclaimed the Prince. “It must be… yes… yes!” He waved at Eros. “Eros, my good man! Get me my measuring tape! I must have his measurements at once!”

What…?

Eros rolled his eyes and wandered over to the side while Marcelos began critically examining Cody’s balls.

“Oh! These feel heavy! How do you move without them hindering you? Do they slap your thighs as you run? Do you lose some balance when you are erect?”

He’s… He’s treating me like some lab specimen to be examined!

“Ah! Look at these calf muscles! I wager you don’t have an ounce of body fat! That speaks volumes of your strength but I would wager your stamina is likely not as high. Do you get cold?”

‘Excuse me!’ huffed Gladiator-Cody. ‘I’ll have him know that I once fought a hundred matches consecutively, winning each one and never tired! Tell him that!’

Cody refused. He was back to being humiliated and a little disappointed.

Eros came over with a roll of measuring tape which Marcelos immediately snatched from him and began taking Cody’s measurements meticulously. The Wizard let out an exhausted sigh and explained that for summoning magic, exact measurements were critical. Even a slight deviation could cause the summoned creature to collapse, fail or enter the world in excruciating pain. The Prince had floated the idea of summoning a Glandiator of his own to help combat the Conqueror’s and since it would not be corrupted by the Crossex, it would be his to command.

It was a logical way to use the powers of the Incursions against the Invaders but it left Cody feeling extremely humiliated.

“And what are you taking from all this?” he asked the Wizard.

Eros circled the Hero, appraising him as Marcelos continued to work. For a long while, he was silent. Then, the Wizard got up close… and flicked one of Cody’s nipples.

“Hey!” snapped the Hero.

“Did that hurt?” asked Eros, a critical look on his face. “Or was it arousing?”

Narrowing his gaze, Cody said, “It was annoying.”

“So not an erogenous zone, then. Good to know.”” Eros went back to circling him. “When the Prince was rubbing your cock, how did it feel?”

“Good, I suppose,” answered briefly.

“But did it feel like you were getting closer and closer to orgasm with each stroke or was it maintaining it? Did it even arouse you?”

Cody inclined his head to the side slightly. “It just… I guess it kept the blood there.” Shaking his head, he said, “Where is this questioning going?”

Dark chains suddenly sprang up from all around Cody but not quite closing in and restraining him, just hovering in rings around his body. Eros was pointing his staff at him with a dark look on his face. “It’s evident that the Conqueror of the Arena has an army of Glandiators are his disposal. My magic is severely limited but even with all my resources, considering how he has managed to subjugate hundreds if not thousands, I don’t think I would even have the capacity to subdue his entire army. I need to be smart with what magic I can employ. Find the places that would most likely make you orgasm. That is why I need you to be honest with me. Where do you feel is the part of your body that would most likely get you to cum?”

Thwarted once again by logic. Tactically speaking, it was intelligent and sound. On the one hand, if Eros had applied that kind of logic and sound thinking as the Evil Wizard, the Hero’s Party would never have defeated him in the first place. On the other, Cody was glad that level of thinking had never been used against him… until now.

“I… I haven’t really spent much time in this form so…” he began.

Before Eros could even suggest searching his body for any sensitive zones, Gladiator-Cody spoke up.

‘I like being penetrated. Anally.’

“Anal,” Cody suddenly said blurted. The moment the word came out of his lips, he shot Gladiator-Cody a puzzled look. The ethereal Gladiator shrugged.

‘When you train most of your life surrounded by men, you use every part of a man to your advantage. Besides, it was a way to build trust amongst my men. I showed them that I was willing to trust them by offering my ass to their pleasures. Knowing that I could command them on the field and they could claim me in bed built our trust.’

I can’t say that!

Cody quickly concocted a lie… sort of. “I think that is why the Glandiators practically climaxed themselves to unconsciousness almost instantly when I jabbed my… erm…” He wiggled his phallic spear a little, the floppy member at the end jiggling as he did so. “… my spear into them.”

Eros’ eyes widened and he glanced away, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “I hadn’t considered that.” His brow furrowed for a moment before we waggled his finger at Cody. “You’re right. All of our attacks took some time to take effect. Multiple applications, in fact. However, your surprise prostate exams were far more effective in producing an orgasm. I doubt it was just because you took them by surprise either.”

The Wizard snapped his fingers. “Yes! Yes! I can work with that!”

Cody mentally sighed in relief. “Great. Can I go now?”

He looked towards Marcelos who had stepped away and was now scribbling something on a notebook. Seeing how the Prince was distracted and Eros was muttering to himself, Cody thought it was time to make his retreat. Neither of his companions noticed him leave despite his size.

It was a chore to duck beneath the door frames of the castle and he was grateful the castle interior itself was wide enough to accommodate for his height and width. He didn’t get far before he heard the familiar chimes of Knox’s lute and followed it to the armory. There, he found Knox sitting on a table, absently strumming his lute while Theodore was perched against another table looking like he was delicately pouring some chemicals from one vial into the other.

“What are you two doing?” he asked.

Neither Knox nor Theodore jumped in surprise at his appearance even though the sight of a towering Glandiator should have scared anyone.

“I am just refining my ammunition,” answered Theodore, gesturing at the chemistry set in front of him. “As we discovered on the field, it takes two of my Aphrodisiac Bullets to overcome the senses of a Glandiator and subdue them. I am trying to refine the ammo so that I can compress the two doses into one.”

“Why?”

Theodore gave him a patient smile. “To save on resources and space. If I can take down one of the Glandiators with one shot, I have more bullets before I am forced to reload.”

Gladiator-Cody nodded in approval. ‘He’s a smart one.’

Cody looked to Knox and the bard gave him a little sidelong smile. “And I’m just composin’ my next song that’s sure ta bring them Glandiators ta their knees. Dunno if ya noticed but I hafta focus on one of ‘em burly bastards befer I could move onto another one.” He strummed his lute lightly. “I’m hopin’ this here tune could make th’ process a wee bit faster.”

The bard tilted his head slightly, giving Cody a coy look. “And what’ve you been doin’, lad? Tryin’ out yer new look an’ struttin’ ‘bout the castle? Ya know th’ party is out there, aye?” He hiked a thumb in some arbitrary direction.

“I was helping out Prince Marcelos and Eros with their… techniques.” Cody shrugged. “I don’t suppose I could help you guys too, could I?”

“Not ‘nless ya were good with a tune.” Knox looked towards Theodore. “What about you, Theo? Ya need any assistance from th’ esteemed Hero o’ th’ Hub?”

The knight indicated a negative and turned back towards his work. “Not at the moment, sorry. My compounds and chemicals are very delicate. No offense but your fingers don’t exactly look built for precision.”

‘He’s right about that,’ mused Gladiator-Cody. ‘I could be precise if I needed but not in the way he is talking about.’

Cody glanced down at his semi-hard cock and lifted an eyebrow beneath his helmet.

Do you think my cum is infectious?

‘No. Marcelos stepped in your seed back when we first left the Arena. He is not transformed. Why?’

Do you think Theodore could use it in his compounds?

Gladiator-Cody paused for a moment, considering the suggestion. ‘I don’t see why it would but he is the better scientist than I. No harm in offering.’

With a little smile, Cody said, “Theodore. I think I may have some way to help you after all.”

The Conqueror’s Quarters

The Conqueror’s Arena

The Hub City

4 Months after the Crossover

“Urf! Urgh! Aaaaaaargh!”

Another Glandiator came, his enormous body quaking and shaking, massive, powerful hands holding onto Richard’s thighs as he deposited his inhuman load straight into the former soldier’s ass. The orgasm lasted for a whole minutes before the Glandiator, spent but still able to move, extracted his enormous cock from Richard’s hole and stepped aside to resume his other duties. Right behind him was another Glandiator, already erect and ready.

Richard just smiled and gave the Glandiator a nod, indicating his readiness even as fresh, hot cum poured out of his abused hole. At least, now, the way was lubricated. The Glandiator did as he was told, inserting himself into Richard’s ass and proceeding to pound the man with all the fervor and passion of a man who had never had sex before.

It had been this way since he had been captured over two weeks ago.

Richard had been part of the first team sent to scout out the Conqueror’s Arena. One of the first to fall to the Conqueror. He had watched as each of his companions had been transformed into these Glandiators. Watched with horror and a little bit of envy. They all seemed so blissful and ignorant of the world around them. Just masturbating, fucking and enjoying one another’s company even through their helmets of theirs.

Despite the fact that most of the Glandiators all looked the same, Richard thought he could tell when one of his former team members was the Glandiator assigned to fucking him. Normally, no normal human would have been able to take the tremendous weapons of ass-destruction that was the Glandiator’s genitals. But over time, Richard had become more than human.

He had grown, transformed. Become a Glandiator in all but name and mentality.

Whether it was through luck or some innate defense, Richard retained a sense of self even as he was bathed in the cum of his fellow comrades and grew into sizes that he could only have dreamed of. He could have fought his way out, escaped and maybe warned the people of the Hub of the Conqueror. But he didn’t want to. Something anchored him here… and it was the Conqueror himself.

The corruptive influence of the Invader flowed through his veins, powered his muscles and commanded his very instincts. Why would he want to leave? He was with his lord and master. If he just obeyed, let himself be fucked over and over again, one day, he would don a glorious helmet and join the ranks of his brothers.

In fact, as the days went by, he found himself growing even bigger than the average Glandiator. Those who red capes, the bigger of the Glandiator breed, were permitted to deposit their cum in him. He had grown big enough to take them. After the second week, he was bigger than even them and, in his mind, he was fairly sure he could take the Conqueror’s own cock himself.

And that, he convinced himself, was his ultimate purpose.

To serve the Conqueror’s mighty member.

And that was all he wanted. That was why he wasn’t in some jail cell being fucked constantly. He was in the Conqueror’s own private chambers within the Arena, laying on plush, velvety sheets with a line of Glandiators leading out the grand, golden double doors waiting to have their turn with him.

Then the fucking abruptly stopped.

That could only mean one thing.

Richard propped himself up, his coppery red hair and beard matted with sweat and cum. The Conqueror’s thunderous footsteps dictated the dance of his heart. The magnificent of the Arena’s master parted the waiting Glandiators like a force of nature. Ever elegant, each step was precise and measured so as not to spill the contents of that golden goblet he always held.

“Leave us,” the Conqueror boomed.

Without hesitation or complaint, every Glandiator left the chambers and shut the doors behind them.

“M’lord?” asked Richard. “What is your pleasure?”

The Conqueror’s glowing, red eyes revealed a slight… disturbance in his gaze but then his confident, lewd smile returned to ease Richard’s worries. “You, my champion. It is time for you to take your place by my side.”

Richard’s heart jumped to his throat. He was moving before he even could register what position he wanted to be in to accept his master’s seed. With his well-used and dripping ass offered to the Conqueror, on his hands and knees, he begged.

“Yes! Yes please! Penetrate me! Fill me with your seed!”

The Conqueror set down his golden goblet and knelt over Richard. The bed somehow maintained its integrity despite their combined weight. Warm, soft and yet strong hands wrapped around Richard’s waist. The throbbing erection of the Conqueror found its way into the once-proud soldier. Not even an inch in, and already Richard could feel his hole being stretched despite all the abuse he had suffered day-in and day-out.

The Conqueror was even bigger than he had ever imagined!

So big…! He thought. Must grow… to take it all!

Despite this, Richard begged for more.

“Deeper, M’lord!” he cried. “Harder! I want every inch of you in me!”

The Conqueror obliged, pushing deeper and deeper into Richard until the former defender of the Hub felt he could take no more.

Then the growth started again. He had only experienced it in short bursts up until that point but he savored every moment. A shot of fire through his veins that burned into his bones and muscles, pumping them up and filling them to the brim. That pump would only grow bigger, more intense and throb with the pulsing of his own cock. Only now, the pace was set by the Conqueror himself.

Plap! Plap! Plap!

The master of the Arena began to fuck Richard in earnest, pushing the boundaries that he could take and expanding them. Each thrust injected more and more of those little fires throughout his body, igniting infernos that grew bigger and bigger just as he did.

“Yes…!” Richard cried. “I can feel you in me! Make me your, champion!”

The bed creaked and quaked with each thrust. The heat from their bodies dripped sweat into the sheets. Precum poured out of Richard’s dick just as the seed from all the other Glandiators was ejected out of his ass with each powerful thrust from the Conqueror. Inferior cum was purged to make room for the purity of the Conqueror.

“Let my every thrust empower you!” bellowed the Conqueror. “Every pulse will bring you closer to becoming my Champion!”

Richard threw his head back, unable to utter an intelligible word. Every nerve in his entire body was afire. The blaze of electric bliss overtook all his senses and fried his synapses. What little of Richard he remembered was burned away in the conflagration of hot sex.

“Rrrrrrrrrargh!” he screamed.

“Yes!” grunted the Conqueror. “Yes! Hold fast now! My cock is ready! My balls are primed! Let us…!”

In perfect unison, their seed exploded from their balls. Their bodies tensed and cocks spasmed. Their cries formed a melodic symphony of orgasm. The might of their climax reached all throughout the Arena. Glandiators there were already in the throes of passion ejaculated at that very same moment. Those that had just begun pleasuring one another or finding stimulation alone could not help but spill their seed. Even those that were not partaking in any sexual activity fell to the ground, squirming as their cocks spewed their seed on their way to full erection. The guardsmen watching the barricade to the Arena watched in utter confusion as the Glandiators watching the contestant entrance just fell to the ground and fired off their seed into the air like twin geysers.

“Every inch…!” panted Richard. “Every drop! Every thrust... Every orgasm… I’ll take it!”

Both men threw their heads back, unleashing a triumphant roar.

“… as I am your Champion!”

Conqueror and Champion unleashed one final blast, soaking the bed entirely. The mattress and sheets doubled in weight from all the impossible amounts of cum they produced. Yet neither of them had any qualms with collapsed into the squishy forms in exhaustion.

An exhaustion that lasted barely a minute.

“Again!” Richard demanded.

The Conqueror chuckled. “You are a hungry one. Are you sure, my Champion?”

“Yes! Always yes!”

A broad grin crossed the Conqueror’s lips as he pulled his Champion closer to him. “Then it is as you wish…”

They fucked again, their passions rising as their immense, muscular bodies tumbled over one another, seemingly desperate to merge with one another.

“We shall shake the Arena every time we fuck!”

“Yeeeeeeeeees!”

Cum was spilled, spilling over the mass of the mattress and oozing onto the marble floors of the private chambers.

“And we shall fuck over…”

Not even a minute passed between orgasms before the Conqueror was once again pounding his Champion’s ass. But the Champion could take it. He had been fucked non-stop for two weeks, only growing stronger and stronger for it. While the Conqueror proved to be his greatest challenge, he had been trained exactly for this.

“… and over…”

Their orgasms soaked the bedroom in their seed, painting the walls and even the ceiling with the result of their passions. Strangely, the golden goblet remained completely untouched and unmarred.

“… and over again!”

The bed finally shattered under their combined weight and this only served as the final push for them to unleash yet another tsunami of seed. Enough of their combined semen had pooled on the floor that it had begun to seep out from under the double doors into the adjacent hallway.

“Until there is no doubt that you are my champion.”

Dawn’s golden rays streamed in from the nearby balcony window. The Champion had never even registered when the sun had set. They had literally fucked throughout the rest of the day and night!

And he cold not be happier.

“Are you satisfied, my champion?” rumbled the Conqueror into the Champion’s ears.

“Yes, M’Lord,” answered the Champion enthusiastically, never showing any signs of exhaustion. “Thank you for your gorgeous cock and generous cum.”

The Conqueror let out another chuckle. “Good. Then you are finally ready to complete your transformation.”

Out of nowhere, the Conqueror produced a rich, velvety blue cloak and easily wrapped it around the Champion’s shoulders, fitting it snugly around the broad mountains.

“Bear this cloak and join the ranks of my Glandiators.”

Then the Conqueror plucked the bright green laurel sitting on his own head while producing a helmet in the other.

“Then don this helmet and this crown so that all may know that you are a Champion amongst my Glandiators!”

The Champion sat up in the broken bed, bowing his head towards the Conqueror.

He repeated the words that he had longed to say for weeks now.

The words that would bind him to the Conqueror of the Arena.

“I live to service your cock!”

The helmet closed in around his head, silencing all other noise and leaving him in blissful darkness.

“I exist to defend your gorgeous body!”

The laurel rested on his temples above the helmet. Somehow, he could feel it there.

“I am…”

He opened his eyes. Glowing red light shone from his irises.

“… Your Glandiator Champion!”

Challenger’s Entrance

The Conqueror’s Arena

The Hub City

4 Months after the Crossover

As it turned out, when the Conqueror had said that they would have a day to rest between challenges, he had meant that it would be a full day. Cody and the rest of his companions were able to rest peacefully one night and had an entire day to prepare before they were able to set out once more for the next fight. It gave them more time to prepare and hone their skills as well.

The high that came from their initial victory waned on the dawn of the second day as the city began to dread the upcoming challenge. Cody had to admit that he, too, was feeling somewhat apprehensive and rest came sparingly. No matter how many times he had fought the Evil Wizard, he was never this nervous before a fight. Perhaps it was because the lead up to the climactic battle had always been longer. There was the gradual unraveling of Eros’ schemes, gathering of allies, long trudge through the final dungeon.

But here…

… they just walked right back up to the Challenger’s Entrance while the crowd from the Hub gathered at the barricade, cheering them on. It was disheartening that the the size of the audience was significantly diminished. There was a town when the streets were flooded with citizens cheering as the Hero’s Party set off on their adventure. Whether it was because there were so many refugees that were hiding beyond the walls or the population had just dwindled that much, Cody couldn’t tell.

It just proved how quickly the Incursions had advanced in four short months.

But that all changes, he told himself.

Bearing the form of a Glandiator, he marched up to the guards standing guard at the Challenger’s Entrance. These two brutes didn’t seem so intimidating now that he stood just as tall as them. Part of him was tempted to jab his spear into their asses and save them from the Conqueror’s madness. But as Gladiator-Cody and Prince Marcelos constantly reminded him, the unspoken agreement of the Conqueror’s Challenge was all that kept them from all-out war. The moment they attacked outside of those terms, who knows however many Glandiators within the Arena would come spilling out and trample the Hub City. Considering the reduced number of guards and military, that was not wise.

“We are here for the second match,” announced Prince Marcelos, head held high and standing proudly. Though he was many feet shorter than the Glandiators, he radiated authority.

Unlike yesterday, the Glandiators stepped aside.

“Proceed ahead, challengers. The Conqueror awaits.”

All five contestants walked into the familiar, dark hallway leading straight into the Arena’s grounds. Again, the roar of the crowd echoed against the dark walls. The haunting appearance of the empty stands still unnerved Cody. Once again, the Conquerer sat on his perch, holding that golden goblet in one hand and smiling smugly down upon them.

Cody took the lead again and presented himself at the head of the party. The rest fanned out to his left and right. The moment he drew his spear from over his shoulder and embedded the blunt end into the ground, he noticed a little wavering in the Conqueror’s confident smile.

‘He remembers,’ Gladiator-Cody whispered.

“Welcome back, challengers,” boomed the Conqueror of the Arena. There was no sign of the hesitation or doubt that Cody had detected previously. “I hope you are well rested and adequately prepared. Today, you will face an even greater challenge. Perhaps the greatest challenge you have ever faced in your lives!”

Eros audibly scoffed. “He likes to exaggerate, doesn’t he?” whispered the Wizard softly.

‘He has to,’ Gladiator-Cody grunted. ‘In my world, he owned and promoted his own arena. One of the biggest in the world and, for a time, the most popular. All matters were resolved in the arena. Not necessarily through gladiatorial combat but any dispute or disagreement would always find its conclusion on the sands. His arena became the epicenter of the world’s entire decision making.’

Such a concept was completely foreign to Cody. How could anyone survive in such a world? Then again, it also explained why all the Glandiators were so well-built. If you had to be ready to defend yourself in the arena at any given time, you would naturally have to be as fit as possible.

The Conqueror looked towards the gathered party. “So, are you ready, challengers?”

Marcelos stepped forward, drawing his rapier. “Of course we are!” He pointed the thin, slim blade at the Invader. “For the Glory of the Hub and all of Ayeroscia!”

A dark grin crossed the Conqueror’s face. “Very well, then. See how you fare against the veterans of my Arena!”

The loud groaning of grinding metal erupted from the other entrances to the arena as steel portcullis gates rose. The thunderous rumble of emerging Glandiators came from each of the tunnels. Glowing red eyes shone through the shadows beyond those gates. A glint of metal flashed as it entered the light of the morning sun.

Cody was instantly on edge the minute he saw the two blades held by the closest Glandiator. Against the enormous bulks of their opponents, the double-edged swords appeared like shortswords but to the average man, the could have been as long as a leg from femur to ankle and as wide as a calf muscle. Though simple in appearance, the silvery blades were frighteningly sharp and flared out into a large, circular guard.

‘Dimachaerus,’ warned Gladiator-Cody. ‘Dual wielders. Their gladius swords are made for tight formations and rapid, aggressive attacks that make it difficult for opponents to block. I would warn that they are fast but that is offset by their lack of strength but that hardly applies to these Glandiators.’

Apart from the fact that these Glandiators were actually holding weapons and not just forced to use their bare arms, they also had long, red, fluttering capes hanging around their shoulders. That made it difficult to see or even predict where their asses would be. A clever defense.

I wonder if the Conqueror designed them like that beforehand or if he equipped them this way in response to our tactics.

Like their first match, over thirty of these ‘Veterans’ as the Conqueror called them, surrounded the party. Five of them stepped forward, declaring themselves as the immediate opponents. Each member of Cody’s team readied themselves.

“Begin!” bellowed the Conqueror.

The Glandiators made their first move and the five designated for combat charged. Theodore’s gun went off but instead of the loud, wet smack of his bullet striking muscled flesh, there was a loud metallic twang. Cody spared a glance towards his dark-skinned companion to find the knight cursing softly as he fired shot after shot only for his bullets to be deflected by the Glandiator’s swinging blades.

‘Stay focused!’ Gladiator-Cody shouted.

Cody brought his attention back to the Glandiator in front of him and just barely managed to bring up his shield to block the blow. The dual blades clashed with his shield, hammering it rapidly and sending sparks flying. The moment Cody was forced back a step, his opponent pivoted and shifted to Cody’s right, forcing the Hero to try and follow the man with his shield. Since Cody was clutching the shield in his left hand, though, his range of coverage was extremely minimal. Not enough to protect himself entirely. He was still mid-step before he could face his opponent fully. In that small gap, the Glandiator’s blade bit into his shoulder and flanks a few times.

Damnit! They’re going for blood!

‘The Conqueror has escalated his efforts.’

“You don’t say!” Cody snarled under his breath. He thrust his spear forward just to offer some meager offense but the Glandiator swatted his weapon aside, forcing him to stumble and make every effort to keep holding onto its shaft. That was another opening the Glandiator took advantage of and suddenly, Cody’s arms were riddled with slashes.

It was all he could do to stagger back and hold up his shield.

Around him, the others were not faring any better.

Marcelos was just as fast if not faster than the Glandiator he was facing. His swordsmanship was a blur and he was parrying and defending himself admirably. Not a scratch was on his frame and he was dancing back and forth with his enemy, even getting a few hits in. However, he was not able to summon his allies as he was kept on the back foot.

Eros, despite his physique, was not accustomed to fighting at close range. Spells he mustered needed time to wind up as well and with the Glandiator right on top of him, he was incapable of casting It was all he could do to run and block with his staff, suffering a few bruises and cuts along the way.

Knox still bore a toothy grin but it had lost all humor and confidence. It looked more like a grimace of effort and exertion as he danced constantly away from the attacking Glandiator, trying desperately not to get hit. Whatever tune he was strumming could not take effect as he was kept at bay by the whirlwind of steel from the Glandiator.

Even if we win this round, Cody thought miserably, there’s at least two dozen more Glandiators waiting for us with the same style.

We need to find their weakness!

‘You know their weakness,’ Gladiator-Cody insisted. ‘It’s just a matter of getting to it.’

Cody glanced towards his companions and pursed his lips.

You’re absolutely right.

With a roar, he spun on his heel and immediately charged towards Eros. The Glandiator that was attacking him gave chase. Since his opponent was about a foot taller, he had to exert extra energy just to cross the distance between himself and the Wizard.

Eros caught sight of him. “What are you doing, you knucklehead!?”

Cody didn’t respond as he skidded to a halt in front of the Wizard, jabbing his spear at the Glandiator that was assaulting the magic-user. The Glandiator was forced to dodge away from the attack, breaking his offensive and momentarily turn towards Cody. The Hero took that opportunity to place himself between the two Glandiators and Eros.

“Stay behind me!” he barked. “I’ll protect you! You just cast your spells!”

The Wizard looked at him quizzically for a moment. “Seriously?”

“We’ve fought many times before,” he answered, flashing a smirk over his shoulder. “You should know this is my role in the party!”

A look of understanding crossed Eros Virgo’s face. “Huh… so this is what it’s like to be protected by you.”

A barrage of blades fell upon Cody who grit his teeth, held up his shield and planted his feet, tanking the blows as best as he could. The pain from what slashes made it through was nothing compared to the injuries he had suffered across his long and multiple campaigns against the Evil Wizard.

So he just took all the damage in the hopes that Eros would do his part.

“Plugged Binding!” roared Eros.

Black chains wreathed in a purple aura appeared around one of the Glandiator’s waists, encircling it for a moment before latching on with a resounding rattling sound. The Glandiator flinched and squirmed for a moment. He tried to step forward but he visibly shuddered. Raising a blade over his head, the Glandiator tried to swing downwards but that involved taking a step forward to plant his feet. That movement alone was enough to make him quake and whatever the chains were doing caused him to drop his swords and fall to the ground, writhing. His huge hand tried to tug and pull at the chains but they were not budging and the more he tried to tug at it, it only seemed to increase his pleasure all the more. His cock was erect and throbbing within seconds.

Eros turned his attention to the other Glandiator assaulting Cody and with another shout of his spell, the chains sprang up around the warrior’s waist and entrapped him. Cody only had to endure two more slashes before that opponent was on his knees, desperately trying to pull off the bindings.

“What kind of spell was that?” Cody panted, blood freely dripping from his arms.

“That quick spell I was telling you about,” answered the Wizard, panting. “Instead of binding my opponent’s whole body in chains, I focused all my efforts in creating chains attached to an anal plug deep enough to stimulate the prostate. It would bind the chains to the enemy and penetrate their ass.” A familiar, dark, mischievous glint entered Eros’ eyes and tainted his grin. “The more they struggle to remove it, the deeper it goes. Every movement will stimulate them further.”

“Diabolical.”

Eros straightened, his smile turning appreciative. “And likely would not have been nearly as effective were it not for the information you provided.” He gently tapped Cody’s flanks. “Now come on, let us assist the others!”

Never thought I’d see the day when the Evil Wizard would be willing to help someone else.

‘Never thought I would see a cursed magical butt plug.’

Cody threw his ethereal guardian a piercing look and Gladiator-Cody just shrugged.

Fighting through the pain, Cody picked his target. Eros was moving towards Marcelos. Knox still managed to maintain his distance but it was Theodore who was struggling against his own enemy. The alchemical ranger was practically breathing in the sweat of the dual-wielding Glandiator.

The Hero of the Hub charged straight for Theodore’s Glandiator. Going against all other logic, he stormed past Theodore even as the Glandiator was still swinging his blades. The edge of one sword sliced through his left thigh and the other cut a gash across his flank but he collided with the man, shield first. There was enough force in that blow that he was able to knock the Glandiator onto the ground.

“Now, Theodore!” Cody roared, using all his weight to pin the Glandiator to the ground.

The hunter did not hesitate and dashed over, firing two quick shots at the Glandiator’s chest while on the move. Cody immediately pulled back so that he would not be affected by the fumes. The Glandiator managed to get up to one knee before the alchemical solution overwhelmed him and he dropped both his weapons to address the throbbing erection between his legs.

“Thank you,” Theodore grunted between the Glandiator’s heavy, primal grunts. “I don’t know how much longer I would have lasted against those relentless assaults.”

“Any time,” Cody responded with a small smile.

“Hey lads!” Knox suddenly bellowed. “I could use some help here!”

Eros and Marcelos had dispatched their Glandiator and with both Cody and Theodore free, the party gathered immediately at Knox’s flanks. The remaining Glandiator of the match hesitated. Then, all at once, he was assaulted by each of the party’s specialized spells and abilities.

“Plugged Binding!” Eros shouted and those dark chains appeared around the Glandiator’s waist. As it tightened and delivered the first stimulating bolt, Theodore fired one shot right between the Glandiator’s eyes, making it through the all-consuming metal helmet with frightening accuracy.

“Goblin Cocksucker!” bellowed Marcelos. His mutant goblin appeared in front of him in a flurry of magical runes and it quickly scrambled across the field to latch itself onto the Glandiator’s already erect cock. Knox swaggered over to the beast as it fell to his knees.

“I’ve been savin’ this up th’ whole fight, boyo,” cooed the bard, playfully tapping each of the Glandiator’s nipples with his fingers. “Now do us all a favor and… cum.” He strummed at his lute and took a step to the side. The Glandiator let out a roar of ecstasy as his seed exploded out of his throbbing member, past the Goblin Cocksucker and shot high into the air. Knox stepped far enough that when he bowed dramatically towards the rest of the party, not a drop of seed fell upon him.

“That was different,” panted Eros while leaning on his staff. “But it seems we have our strategy. Have the blockhead here distract them while we whittle them down.”

“Your thanks is appreciated, Wizard,” Cody responded dryly.

‘Wait! Something is wrong!’

As the Glandiators ejaculated, Cody sensed it too. None of the other Glandiators waiting on in a circle around the edge of the Arena had moved. The Conqueror was still grinning. Perhaps the most telling of something being amiss was the fact that no dark bands of energy were spewing from the Glandiators and being absorbed into his mark.

“It’s not over!” he bellowed, bringing up his shield and spear.

The Glandiator that Knox had just subdued and whom the bard had his back turned to, picked up his swords.

“Knox!” he roared. He never got to shout ‘behind you’ but he did get a chance to lock gazes with the bard who was still lifting his head in surprise.

SLASH!

The Glandiator’s blades flashed through the air. Streaks of blood splattered against the sand. Knox was hurled several feet forward with a bloody gash across his back in an ‘X’ pattern. His lute skidded across the ground beside him.

All around them, the Glandiators that has just orgasmed were getting back up. Though their cocks were dripping and evidence of their ejaculation splattered on the sands, they had not reverted back to human form. Even those that Eros had debilitated were returning to the fight even though the chains remained bound to their waists.

Cody let out a ferocious roar and barreled forward, thrusting his spear ahead of him in a flurry of jabbing strikes. He jumped over Knox, shield raised and striking at the Glandiator whose blades were still bloody from slashing the bard. His blows were deflected by the bigger dual-wielding Glandiator but it gave the corrupted warrior enough pause to back away from the injured musician.

“Someone help him!” he shouted over his shoulder.

Marcelos flicked his free hand through the air, shimmering green-white light dancing between his fingers. The Prince dashed towards Knox and flung his palm down at the unmoving redhead. A nimbus of gentle light burst from his palm and wafted over Knox. The vicious wound on the bard’s back began to close, easing slowly though the blood remained caked onto his back. Theodore and Eros flanked Marcelos as he picked up Knox. The Prince draped Knox’s arm over his shoulder as the bard brushed some sand off his face.

“Fuck me…” groaned the bard. “I know I like it rough an’ I’ve been partial ta bein’ taken from behind but even I got my limits.”

Marcelos offered a lopsided smile. “Glad to see your okay, my friend.”

Cody had to draw his focus back to his opponent as the Glandiator began retaliating, swinging those two blades at him and forcing him back. From the corner of his eye, he could see another Glandiator approaching from his left so he was forced to angle himself and his shield in a way to keep both of them in sight. But there were three still unaccounted for. Gunfire exploded from his right which he guessed was Theodore’s doing and he felt magic sizzling a little behind him which was likely Eros.

“We’re getting surrounded!” bellowed the Wizard. “One of you lovebirds better come up with some way to keep these dual-wielding dicks off us or we will be overwhelmed!”

Knox hobbled off Marcelos and knelt down to pick up his lute from the ground, strumming it to make sure it was still in tune. “Don’t worry your pretty little head there.” His features were grim, his smile hardened. “If they want it hard, then they can have it rock hard.”

After another strum, Knox stepped up to just behind Cody. “Hero, would ya be a peach an’ step aside when I tell ya? That’s a good lad.”

Cody glanced briefly over his shoulder. Knox was still smiling but there was this hard edge to his blue eyes that told the Hero of the Hub that the bard was not playing around. That look in his eyes was enough to convince the Hero to trust the bard. When the Glandiator’s sword slammed against his send, shooting sparks in a few directions, he immediately stepped aside.

Then the assault began.

A flurry of rapid chords erupted from Knox’s lute as his fingers became a blur across the instrument. It was a lightning fast tempo with sharp swings back and forth across the scales and keys. The progression was ominous, threatening but at the same time heart-pumping and exhilarating. It brought to mind heroic charges and triumphant conquests. The thrilling song even gave the Glandiators pause.

Knox looked up towards the Conquerer, flashing the towering giant a broad, mocking grin. “This one’s dedicated to you, ya cum-swillin’ scrote!” He pulled his fingers away from his lute in one big flourish, holding his hand high. “I call it… Cock o’ the Conqueror!” He brought down his hand, strumming all the strings in rapid sequence and then unleashing another flurry of notes that physically manifested from his lute.

A barrage of crimson musical notes erupted from the strings, sailing past Cody and slamming into the surprised Glandiator. The notes struck the towering beast and emitting sounds that sounded like loud, sharp claps. It came with such speed that it almost sounded like applause against the backdrop of Knox’s incredible performance. The Glandiator was pushed back by the sheer force of the barrage. Even when he tried to swipe at the notes, it was useless. His average steel blades only passed through the magical onslaught. Bruises were appearing against the Glandiator’s chest. Even when he tried to pivot away, all Knox had to do was just turn and follow his path.

The more notes hit, the more they seemed to brighten and grow hotter and hotter. They steadily went from deep red, to a brighter crimson and steadily to orange and then a sizzling yellow.

Then the lyrics started.

“On a cold winter morning,” bellowed Knox, “in the dark of the night.

‘In the dark of Conquest’s iron reign, we ride towards the fight!

‘When the shadows has broken down, and the men are at full might,

‘The roar of applause rises with dawn’s glorious light!”

The notes grew in intensity, growing bigger, brighter and shifting from a searing yellow to a scathing green. The Glandiator could no longer hold his stance and was blasted back by the barrage, being thrown clear off his feet and sent sailing all the way back, past even his comrades that surrounded them in a tight circle and crashing into the wall of the Arena. Evil energies of the Crossex burst from the Glandiator’s form and swirled through the air.

Like a spark had just been lit in each of them, every member of the party came to one realization.

We don’t have to make them cum to defeat them!

Knox suddenly pivoted, turning towards one of the other Glandiators that stood stunned at the sudden defeat of one of his allies. The barrage of notes faded back to yellow as his streak was interrupted but as he began the next verse, they intensified once more.

‘Fighting hard, fighting on for the gold, through the arena evermore,

‘The broken souls will feel the heat, muscles flex on these doors!

‘On the blooded sands in the Conqueror’s domain, we watch them as they cum,

‘In fire and passion, now once again, they hear our drum!’

The notes erupted into big, blue missile as large as the Glandiator’s swords and even as he tried to escape them, they slammed into him with the might of a cannon. He was sent sailing within seconds, crashing into his fellow Glandiators. Knox kept the barrage up, singing his song while inspiration flooded through the rest of the party.

“Fuck yes!” Theodore shouted, tucking his shield against his back and drawing as second pistol from his hip, one Cody had never noticed before. The ranger/paladin/knight combination flicked both his pistols at the Glandiator in front of him.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

The Glandiator reflexively deflected the bullets with his swords. Half of those bullets shattered as they contained the aphrodisiac concoction but the others shattered against the Glandiator’s blades and began to emit a loud, sizzling sound. A bright green acid burned against the metal of the gladius, rapidly eroding it. The Glandiator was forced to throw his swords aside before it touched his hands. That left him completely vulnerable to the aphrodisiac shots that sent him wavering forward before collapsing again to the ground, unable to resist the urge to masturbate.

‘So now we run ever free,’ Knox cried, raising his voice a melodic octave. ‘We’re free before the sandstorm.

‘On towards the Gladiators, our quest carries on.

‘Far beyond the sundown, far beyond next dawn,

‘Deep inside our hearts and all our souls!’

Eros let out a shout and thrust his staff at the Glandiator rushing at him, one of the ones he had previously cursed and was resisting his spell. An enormous, black chain shrouded in malevolent purple energies like a tremendous python of shadows surged out of the ground beside the Glandiator, wrapped around his waist and lifted him clear off the sand in an impressive show of strength.

“You don’t get to touch me,” the Wizard snarled, sweat dripping down his brow. “Disgusting meathead.” With a flick of his wrist, he sent the Glandiator flying off into the stands, crashing far and high into the Arena’s walls. Then the Wizard spread his arms wide, five black chains of the same size springing from the ground behind him. “Who else wants some!? Come on!”

‘So far away, we wait for the day!

‘For the lives all so changed and gone.

‘We feel the ache while searching for a way.

‘Against the Cock of the Conqueror, we carry on!’

Prince Marcelos struck a defensive pose, snapping his heels together and pressing his rapier against his forehead. He then drew a circle through the air with the tip of his blade, tracing a magical circle through the air. With a thrust of his sword through the arcane rune, the enormous figure of a Glandiator came springing out, one that bore a striking resemblance to Cody albeit a little smaller. Maybe about half-a-foot shorter. Still carried a spear and shield.

The Conqueror visibly got up from his chair at the sight of one of his own men turned against him; Glandiator against Glandiator. The dual-wielding Glandiator would have had the upper hand… if Marcelos did not fight right alongside his familiar. As the spear-wielding Glandiator lunged forward, forcing his opponent to dodge and go on the defensive, Marcelos was sliding in under the extended spear and driving the tip of his rapier right between the Glandiator’s ribs. A fatal blow for most but these monsters were not normal. The Glandiator swung back in retaliation, forcing Marcelos to leap back, pirouetting through the air like an elegant dancer. Each time the Prince completely a rotation, he flung a different kind of magical projectile at his opponent; a fireball, a spear of ice, a fist of rock, a bolt of lightning. Each one served to distract his target as his familiar-Glandiator circled behind their opponent and punctured the man’s prostate with his cock-spear.

Their opponent came soon after.

‘As the audience is rising,

‘And their cheers reach the sky

They’ll raise their hands to the sun above

‘With resentment in their eyes!’

There was a sudden shout amongst the Glandiators and Cody turned. This fully naked, normal-sized man suddenly jumped out of nowhere and grappled against one of the dual-wielding Glandiators, latching onto his neck and beating his thick neck with his moderately weak fists. All around the Arena, a similar scene was unveiling. The former Glandiators, freed from the Conqueror’s curse, were awakened by Knox’s song and were fighting back!

“Yes!” Cody shouted, thrusting his spear into the air. As he did so, he caught sight of the swirling tendrils of dark energies spinning above. He steeled himself, baring his chest towards the storm. “My turn.”

The dark beams immediately made a beeline for him, sinking into his flesh and pumping every muscle, every vein, every bone with hot horny energies that immediately made his dick hard. There was no time to hold back. No need to. He just let all that power surge through him and come shooting out in a triumphant blast of hot, sticky, white seed.

‘Cumming back through the mid-morning light,

‘There’s a burning in my loins,

‘Once banished from a time in a foreign land

‘To a life beyond the stars!’

Cody’s shield and spear dissolved into a flurry of seed that was crafted and empowered by the Crossex energies. Almost like he was purifying the black, blue and purple radiance of the magic and turning it into hot, white, pure liquid. That magic coalesced around his hands, shooting outwards to form two, enormous…

… phallic-shaped, rubber swords.

Cody stared at the ‘weapons’ for a few moments.

Well… I don’t know what I was expecting, he thought miserably.

‘I am honestly surprised you were expecting something else,’ admitted his Gladiator counterpart.

Knox continued his song stirring Cody from his misery and humiliation.

‘In your darkest dreams, see to believe

‘Our fate this time,

‘Will be to endlessly cum free tonight!’

Cody brandished his double-dildos and charged at the closest Glandiator to him. He felt faster, stronger and much more agile than before. Both he and his opponents clashed weapons and even though the steel of the Glandiator’s gladius should have easily cut through the rubber of his ‘blades’, the two weapons bounced off one another. Only Cody was getting the advantage.

He saw an opening and took it.

One slip from the Glandiator and suddenly, Cody was slamming his sword against the creature’s head with enough force that it emitted a loud, deep dong sound that resounded across the arena. In many ways, a blunt force attack against a helmet was more effective than a slash.

But he was not done.

“Danse Ma-cum-bre!” he roared, unleashing a flurry of swings and blows that became so fast that, he had just become a whirlwind. The Glandiator could only stand still, unable to move as every blow that would have sent him sailing to the right was immediately countered by a strike to the left. The towering male was literally paralyzed in space, frozen as Cody’s blows came so fast and so strong that the Glandiator appeared to stand still.

After Cody’s last swing, the Glandiator crumpled to the ground, his body dissolving into a flurry of dark streaks that flooded into the Hero’s body. Cody turned to face his next opponent… when he spied a familiar shock of black, shaggy hair and the small, thin frame of a man he often sent to disarm traps and scout ahead for danger.

“Gordon!?” he exclaimed.

“Don’t get distracted, you heroic idiot!” roared Eros, his black chains slapping and striking at the Glandiators around him.

‘And on the wings of a wet dream, beyond this reality,

‘All alone in ejaculation, now the high has gone,

‘Lost inside, empty and cold, lost within your own mind,

‘Day after day this emptiness must go on.’

Gordon stirred, his green eyes flickering open.

Cody stood protectively over him as more Glandiators came rushing in. “Stay down, old friend,” he announced. “I’ll protect you like I always have!”

With a roar, he charged into the midst of the other Glandiators, swinging his blade wildly in a dizzying whirlwind that bashed and beat even the superior numbers of the Glandiators back. Purple notes as big as his own torso were streaking past him. Knox had stepped over to Gordon, protecting the thief and former party member while blasting his song.

Cody threw the bard a nod of thanks and slipped past two Glandiators. He pivoted on a heel, turned fully around and launched his two swords right into the asses of the fighters he had just bypassed. Both Glandiators immediately went rigid as the huge, rubber phallus-shaped swords were shoved right into their asses, pushing against their prostates and immediately making them ejaculate.

“Bottom Bridging!”

Though both went down for a moment, he noticed that they weren’t immediately dissolving into the Crossex magic. Unwilling to risk being attacked from behind, he unleashed a flurry of blows on their stunned frames. It only took about three hits each before they both went down and then began to fade, leaving their victims behind.

That’s it!

“You need to subdue them twice!” he roared. “Bring them to their knees twice and then they’ll stop! If you make them cum, they’re vulnerable! Don’t stop after they cum! Keep hammering them!”

Knox struck another thrilling chord and hit the chorus again.

‘So far away, we wait for the day!

‘For the lives all so changed and gone.

‘We feel the ache while searching for a way.

‘Against the Cock of the Conqueror, we carry on!’

The notes emitting from his lute went from dark purple to rippling violet. A second later, they erupted into a shimmering and dizzying array, flickering through the entire spectrum. Each blow unleashed a roar of applause and cheers that was the size of a fully-grown man and was actively pushing the Glandiators back.

The climax of the song was approaching.

‘Now here we stand, with their seed on our hands,

‘We fucked so hard, now can he understand?

‘We’ll break this curse and make this bitch our sub,

‘For the freedom of the Hub!’

Knox’s blast of magical musical notes streamed through the air, damaging the very Arena around them and even striking the stands, causing the empty, stone seats to crumble. Eros’ might, black and purple chains seized Glandiators and hurled them into those very seats, leaving them to be bombarded by Knox. Theodore and Cody pressed t heir back against one another briefly, exchanged glances and then swapped opponents. Theodore’s acid bullets disarmed Glandiators while Cody went in for the finishing blow with his dual blades. Marcelos jumped off the back of his own Glandiator, hurling elemental spells down onto his opponents below. They were forced to defend from his aerial assault, leaving themselves vulnerable for the summoned Glandiator to penetrate their prostate.

The song reached its final chorus.

‘So far away, we wait for the day!’

Cody spun around, crossing his blades in front of him and kneeling down. Theodore jumped onto the two swords. The Hero launched Theodore high into the air. The ranger rained bullets of acid and aphrodisiac down onto everyone around him, spinning in place and peppering the remaining Glandiators.

‘For the lives all so changed and gone!’

Cody then turned towards Eros. The Wizard hurled a Glandiator at him, held up by one of the dark chains. He thrust both his swords into the ass of the man, immediately forcing an orgasm. Impaled on his swords, he spun in place and then flung the Glandiator back at Eros. The Wizard smirked and coolly took was step to the side. As the Glandiator projectile flung towards him, Eros Virgo flicked his long, braided hair to one side. His Plugged Binding curse appeared around the Glandiator’s waist, entrapping the creature in an eternity of pleasure until his body dissolved into Crossex.

‘We feel the ache while searching for a way!’

Marcelos’ Glandiator came up beside Cody. On complete reflex, Cody commanded his swords to shift. They turned liquid and silvery, reshaping into a spear and shield. For the moment, he was perfect mirror of his summoned counterpart. Together, he and his copy held out their spears in front of them. Marcelos slipped between them, running his fingers along the edge of both weapons, encasing both lengths in searing flame. Then, all three of them thrust their weapons forward, a three-pronged spiral of flame shooting from the tip of each weapon and striking one unfortunate Glandiator. Crossex energy streamed out of the column of fire and by the time the flames had passed and struck the far wall, only a naked, stunned but otherwise unharmed villager of the Hub stood there, stunned, confused and a little embarrassed.

‘Against the Cock of the Conqueror…!’

Cody rushed towards Knox, once again recalling his dual-dildos and jumped towards the bard. As he sailed over, Theodore came crashing back down, angling himself downwards with his shield drawn. Eros ran towards Knox, hand outstretched and streams of black chains launching from his fingertips. Marcelos rode on the shoulders of his summoned Glandiator.

All unleashed one last blow on the last Glandiator standing who had aimed to strike Knox from behind.

Cody, being the fastest, struck the Glandiator, swinging his swords in an ‘X’ formation that caused the Glandiator to spin in place as he sped past. Then Theodore came crashing down from above, pressing the Glandiator into the ground before the surprisingly nimble knight jumped off giving room for the next attacker. Black chains seized the Glandiator, lifted him off the ground and then smashed him against the ground five times before hurling him into the air. Marcelos jumped off his Glandiator’s shoulders and met the unfortunate Conqueror’s subordinate in midair. The Prince unleashed a flurry of magic-infused swipes with his rapier before unleashing an axe kick that send the creature right into the waiting spear of his summoned Glandiator.

Finally, the summoned familiar sent the Glandiator towards the Conqueror.

And Knox finished it off with one last chord.

‘…we carry on!’

The final note blasted against the Glandiator, completely dissolving his form but leaving the human base intact. The man he embodied stopped in midair about a foot off the ground and dropped, unconscious. The Crossex energy was hurled past the Conqueror, grazing the Invader’s face and leaving a little cut on his right cheek and dislodging one, perfectly styled, silver hair from between the folds of his laurel.

All applause died.

The Arena was silent.

Knox was panting heavily, even rasping a little. Blood dripped from his fingertips. But he was smiling.

“Well?” taunted the bard. “Whatcha think, ya cuck?” Somehow, Knox found the strength to straightened and give an exaggerated and insulting bow towards the Conqueror. “Encore?”

For the first time since he had laid eyes on the man, Cody saw the Conqueror scowl.

“Well done,” boomed the Invader in low, even tones. “You have succeeded in the second of my challenges. Now you face the ultimate challenge.”

The Conqueror stood and, with one mighty hand, grasped the stone edge of his little booth. With no more than a flick of his wrist, he shattered the entire wall of his seating area and just took a simple step off the new opening. He landed with a thunderous boom, a wave of sand blasting out from the impact and forcing everyone back. Cody squinted through the miniature sandstorm… and spied a second figure beside the Conqueror.

As the dust cleared, the mystery person was revealed.

A being just as tall, broad and powerfully built as the Conqueror and even wearing a laurel over his all-consuming, metal helmet. Same red eyes. This Glandiator wore a bright blue cloak over his shoulders and brandished an enormous sword about as tall as he was and wide as his own torso.

Gladiator-Cody’s dread seeped into Hero-Cody.

‘He has a Champion.’