The sun had just risen over the GSA campus, casting the humid morning a rosy pink hue. As always, Joseph, AKA White Tiger, was already awake. He was on his seventh lap around the ranch and making excellent time. Running shirt and shorts stained with perspiration, the determined champion checked his (very expensive) watch, and was satisfied with his goal for the day. It had been a productive morning, and—as usual—all of his peers were still asleep, giving him freedom and peace of mind to train in quiet. One did not become the GSA Champ simply by resting on their laurels. Besides, Joseph, self-appointed guardian (like his legendary feline namesake) took pride in keeping a watchful eye out during the early hours, making sure his peers and trainees slept safely.
Which is why it was unusual, though hardly a bother, to come upon Gio and Cian already bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. The two men were coming up the path as Joseph turned the corner onto the road leading to the dorms. The giant and his stocky, beefy companion, carried a knapsack each to their backs.
Joseph was aware that his presence tended to intimidate others, so he made the first move, giving them a quick and amiable wave. "Morning, gentlemen."
Cian was more apprehensive, but Gio and Joseph had fought alongside (and against) each other for a few years now. The large, hairy, Italian bodybuilder smiled warmly at him.
"Morning, White Tiger."
Joseph cocked his head to the side. He wasn't normally one to pry. Out early today, are we? Special training going on?"
Cian shrugged and turned his face away. Joseph thought he saw him blush. "It's Midsummer Day. Gio and I are going to do a ritual."
"To bless the GSA with good fortune!" the giant man said, pulling his apprentice in fort a tight hug.
"...my neck, Gio, my neck..." Cian squeaked.
"Oh, sorry!"
Joseph placed his finger to his chin in contemplation. "Ah yes. You two are pagan. But I thought you were from different belief systems?"
"We accept that there are many gods," Gio explained. "There is much similarity between the faith of the Romans and the Celts."
"Fascinating," Joseph said. "So, what sort of ritual is it?"
Gio have Cian a knowing glance, causing the normally cool and unbothered Faeblood Brawler to look away out of shyness.
Gio placed his hands on his hips in a heroic pose, sticking his chest out and raising his voice (perhaps a few decibels higher than what morning called for). "A ritual of STRENGTH and FERTILITY! A ritual that will IMPRESS the gods and grant us their BLESSINGS! My young, strong, HANDSOME apprentice and I are going to conduct a traditional wrestling match in the grove! RAGGH!"
Gio's enthusiasm, and pec protrusion, was, apparently, far too much for his green button-up shirt. The buttons snapped and went flying, hairy pecs blooming from within the folds of the stressed fabric.
Without blinking, Joseph caught a black button in his hand. "Giovanni, what have I told you you about wearing button ups after chest day?" He smiled wrly.
The bashful giant scratched his head. "Oh, er, sorry. I have been hitting the chest harder lately." His open shirt exposed his muscles, mossy with plentiful, dark fur.
"Here, big lad," Cian said, reaching into his backpack and withdrawing a plain undershirt. "This should work."
"No need!" Gio said, holding up a firm hand. He proudly removed what remained of his top. "Where we are going, my friend, we have NO NEED for clothes!"
Joseph looked between the two muscle men, deciding there was little similarity between them other then the one brain cell they apparently shared. "Well, you two have fun. Best of luck with your excursion." He couldn't help but smirk, however. "Hope you have a towel packed in there, Cian. Something tells me you'll need it. Oh, and remember, champions hydrate! You better have packed plenty of water. Don't want to risk dehydration. And don't forget sunscre....ugh, they're not listening...."
The midmorning sun had risen high in the sky, but it wasn't as intense as either Cian or Gio had expected. The forest adjacent to the ominously named Dead Man's Gulch, a barren valley on the edge of the Tamberly estate, ringed a river leading back to the waterways of central San Antonio. It was perfect for hikes, and being on the Tamberly property, it was seldom visited by anybody other than the GSA crew (and the few, often amorous admirers from town who occasionally came by to ogle their beefcake neighbors). In other words, not only did Gio and Cian have at least a mile either way of lush forest to explore in either direction, but they had privacy as well.
The path stretched on into the infinite green. Cicadas and songbirds greeted Cian and his mentor, standing before the old forest like two demi-gods ready to embark on an a heroic adventure. Cian was reminded of back home, in a good way. His shoulders relaxed as he thought how he and Gio were probably re-enacting a similar excursion as their ancestors, the Celtic warriors who fought in nothing but furs, and the strapping Roman centurions, one of history's strongest militaries. Though the two groups had often been at odds, with the later having occupied Cian's ancestral homelands at certain turns, it was a complicated and often cordial cultural relationship. That these two men, in modern times, should share similar customs (let alone, gods) was not unusual.
Cian smiled at the deep green world. "Wow! It's...beautiful. I had no idea."
Gio looked down fondly at his friend and student, placing a giant hand on his shoulder. "Yes, young one. It is like our private jungle."
It had been a few months since Cian signed with the GSA, but he was the first to admit lacking in relationship building. He'd mostly gone through the motions, following the rules, and trying to keep out of the drama. Since Gio had taken him under his win, however, Cian had begun to trust the gentle giant more and more. He was quiet. Unpretentious. He favored and respected traditional combat over the more bombastic, showboating styles of their peers.
But, most of all, Gio and was kind, strong, and always willing to listen.
Cian took a sip from the water bottle. They walked the path into the woods. "Heh. Reminded of your old films, big lad?"
"Oh yes!" Gio said, smiling. He had accumulated a polished glisten from the humidity. Bare chested, with enormous muscles, the bodybuilder and fighter looked like he was truly among his element. "I was always the big hero! But, I couldn't save the day without my strong, scrappy sidekick." He nudged his apprentice. "That is where you come in!"
"Strong and scrappy, eh?" Cian said, shyly. It was rare to feel all 'butterflies' around someone else. It was even rarer to be this comfortable and intimate with another man. Few knew Cian's struggles. Gio, being a guy who was open about swinging both ways ("like the Spartans of yore!") understood the complexities of what Cian was going through. He had consoled him during their workouts and training. Though the Faeblood Brawler wasn't fully comfortable with expressing himself just yet, Gio was a safe space.
The two had also discussed the boundaries and limits of what they were planning today. Still, Cian was a bit nervous. He had been intimate with men before, but not exactly in the most healthiest of settings. Force-feeding his cock to Ryan Hartley as a post-match punishment wasn't exactly friendly or romantic...
"We should put on sunscreen," Cian nervously suggested, removing the small bottle from his backpack. "You might have the Mediterranean glow, boyo, but us Irish lads turn lobstery real quick."
"Ha! You must have been listening to Joseph and his heroic wisdom!"
Gio stopped in the middle of the path and removed his jeans. He had been wearing orange briefs, an expensive label from Italy, beneath. Cian had half expected him to be wearing animal print, like always. The man's legs were almost the size of Cian's torso, and all of his muscles were covered in a thick fur.
"You're taking off your pants already?" Cian gulped. Now, he understood why Gio had been cast as barbarians, jungle men, and various gods.
"Why not?" Gio shrugged, squeezing some sun lotion into his palms. He motions for Cian to turn around. "We are in nature, my friend! This is our natural state!" Gio was either perpetually shy or EXPLOSIVELY ENTHUSIASTIC. No in-between.
"Right," Cian mumbled. He removed his shirt. Gio's hands were frim, gentle, and calloused. It was a stimulating mix of sensations, coupled with the slick lotion. Gio, of course, was a natural gentleman. No wandering groping here. But he didn't have to be explicit in order for Cian to find himself completely turned on by his touch. It was a bit of a dark thought, but the fact that this giant could snap him in two—despite Cian's stocky, Rugby build—was a huge turn on. Cian had even jokingly touched Gio's biceps, teasingly made him flex, when they worked out together. Gio was always happy to oblige.
Cian took a deep breath. "Heh. I'm not afraid of getting naked. Just...a bit self conscious compared to such a big, muscle dude! You know, I'm a bit bulkier than a lot of these shredded guys..." He patted his firm belly.
Gio smiled warmly at his mentee. "You have the muscles too! Like big, strapping football player from back home! Yes, Cian, you are bigger. And you are beautiful. Everyone has a different body. And I like guys with the bellies." He winked. "It means that they eat! I know who to cook for."
"Thanks," Cian said. "I needed to hear that. Welp...let's just take these off then..." He removed his workout shorts. He had a green jockstrap on, meaning he had just exposed his (rather large) ass to his teacher. Hope he likes what he sees.
"You should not be afraid," Gio said, encouragingly, giving Cian's butt a playful pinch. "We are strong, beautiful men! The animals shall quake to see our formidable forms. Wow, Cian, you...look like you have been eating well!" He poked his butt cheek.
Cian turned around, just happy to be in the sunlight and the fresh air. Still, he was shy. "Well...I...definitely quake when I see you. In certain parts."
"Huh?" Gio stared at him blankly.
"Never mind." Nuance and innuendo tended to fly right over Gio's head, which Cian was accustomed to by now. But he was nervous. Not thinking. I'm...gonna have to make the first move, eh?
Cian pulled his jockstrap down to his ankles (they would be both leave their sneakers on, of course, til they got to the destination). It wasn't a sexy move, or particular well coordinated. He didn't look at Gio. Just put his clothing back in his backpack, tossing it over his bare shoulders.
Gio gave him an approving, somewhat impressed smile. "Cian!"
Cian jumped. "Y-yes?" Admittedly, the warm air and gentle breeze was nice on his skin. He felt...primal. Wild. And, surprising him most of all, he didn't feel judged or dissected under Gio's stare.
Gio gave him a hearty, mirthful laugh. "Looks like I am not the only bull on campus!" His eyes went down. "Such girth! And your balls are like the eggs of an Ostrich! You must be descended from a fertility god like me!"
Forcing himself not to blush (nowhere to hide it now) Cian turned around. "ERM...thanks!?" He had never really given much thought to his masculine attributes before...mostly because they were always just there. But he was a bit thicker than most, true, and he did hang low...
"Now, my turn." Excitedly, Gio had no problem stripping right off.
Cian's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.
The man's body was already intimidating. But nowhere nearly as imposing as his cock. He was massively proportioned. When Gio had said he was descended from fertility gods...he wasn't kidding!
Cian couldn't help but stare. Thankfully, Gio tended not to be bothered by such things.
"Wow....uh...wow. You are....umm...." Cian choked.
"Intimidated?" Gio laughed. He really looked like he was in his element, resplendent with trees and leaves. "Do not be! Come on..." he motioned for Cian to follow him deeper into the woods. "Let us go forth and adventure!"
It was hard not for Cian to...well...get hard. He knew in a few minutes he would have to wrestle this man to the ground (or at least, try to). That body. Those muscles. The coarse, dark hair. This was either going to go really well, or really embarrassing!
The nerves slowly melted away, replaced by a tranquil freedom. Cian felt strong. Safe. He felt a sense of comradery and brotherliness from Gio. Two men in their prime, unbothered, and natural. This was their forest.
"This is so freeing," Cian said. "I feel like I am back in the olden days, y'know?"
"It is a great feeling, yes?" Gio motioned to his rippling, hard back. "Here. Hop on. I'' give you a lift." As if reading Cian's mind, he winked at him. "Do not worry about the friction. Anything is fine. You just tell me if something makes you feel not so fine, eh?"
Cian tried not to stammer. It was hard. "Oh...okay." Wow, Gio bent over like that is...wow. He climbed onto his teacher's shoulders. Right away, he found his face nestled into his neck, brushing against his curly, coarse hair. He was warm. Strong. Cian was happy to wrap himself around him. He smelled natural. Sweaty. Earthy. With an undercurrent of faded, expensive, Italian cologne. This was Cian's ultimate vision of a man. Not a brash, cruel brute, but someone strong with a good heart.
"Mmm. This is nice. My own muscle man."
Plus, he didn't have to do any further walking, which was its own reward!
The two fighters eventually came to a small clearing, more grass than dirt. The shadows of tree branches snaked along the ground, and Cian was immediately reminded of fairy circles back home. His keen eye looked for any signs. Spiritual spaces were all well and good if the spirits were welcoming, but the 'Shining Ones' were better left alone and only approached with a light touch.
No fairy rings here, but the magick in the air was palpable. Dreamy, even. Cian allowed Gio to lower him to the ground. He stepped off, but was already eager to get his hands on his master's body again.
"Ah, a beautiful clearing," Gio said, taking off his sneakers. He was a sight to behold. "I can feel the presence of the forest gods here." He pointed to the grass. "Lay down the tarp there. I'll make sure the leaves cushion us. Will be just like the practice mat."
"Right!" Cian removed his shoes and took the clean bundle of tarp of Gio's bag.
Meanwhile, Gio made a twisting motion with his wrist. Green leaves scattered deliberately in formation, like birds travelling in the sky, forming a small and steady bedding. Cian draped the tarp over the pile and tested it. Soft enough. They weren't going to be doing anything super intensive on this, of course. No power moves. Then again, every move executed from a beast like Gio was a power move.
"Now, the oil." Gio shook the little bottle of body oil, a mixture of olive oil and herbs. Cian could smell the aromatic, peppery mixture from where he stood. "I will do you the honor first, my muscular apprentice."
Cian turned around, a little bashful. He hadn't been oiled up by big, beefy men before. He didn't hate it. Gio's hands were very warm, tender.
"Oh wow," Cian said, closing his eyes. Pure bliss. "That feels...so...good." Too good, in fact. Cian looked down. He'd gone diamond hard. "Uh..."
But Gio was without judgment. "Ah, is okay. Would you like me to continue?"
"Yeah!" Cian said, with relief. The endorphins and hormones were starting to take over, bringing him over the threshold of shame and insecurity and into comfort and confidence. As Gio's hands travelled over his shoulders, onto his chest, Cian purposely leaned back into his hairy, hard body.
"MMM," Gio growled softly at his student pressing his body into his. Slight, but sure, he brushed his cock right in the valley of Cian's Rugby-player ass.
"That feels good, Gio." Nothing wrong with a cheeky tug, Cian thought, mischievous and horny, as he took some of the oil and stroked himself a little. "That cool with you, big guy?"
"Oh yes," Gio said, firmly. He patted Cian on his butt. "I want you hard. That's how two warriors should always wrestler." Gio leaned forward and kiss the back of Cian's neck, sending a chill of pure pleasure down his spine.
Cian felt his cock twitch. "Yeah." His 'naughtier' side, his mischievous inner twin, was starting to come out. Already leaning back against Gio, he subtly began grinding his big ass against him, while Gio's hands worked his abdomen. This was full on erotic now.
"Like how that feels, big guy?"
Gio moaned. "Bad little apprentice," he said, reaching down and pulling on Cian's cock. "Gonna teach you a lesson soon!"
"Feels like a damn good lesson so far," Cian said, turning around to give him a flirty look.
Gio broke away, not about to let his friend show him up. "It's good to get turned on before a fight, yeah?" He leaned back and executed a perfect bodybuilder's double bicep flex. "Now, me."
It was a privilege. Cian could feel himself leaking, as his hands travelled Gio's shoulders. He was a contradiction of extremely hard body and soft skin, helped by his coating of fur. Cian couldn't hide his hungry expression, eyes widened in awe of this massive man.
"Wow, Gio, your muscles..."
"You like them," Gio smirked. The big guy wasn't always quick on the uptake, but he knew what he was doing in the right situations. He grabbed Cian's hands and moved them, by force, to his pectorals, flexing them for his student. Round, massive, warm. Tow living boulders, shifting up and down.
Cian actually gulped. He felt it an honor to being touching this golden god's giant chest. He looked down to see that Gio had gotten hard too. How was it possible that he was even bigger, fully erect? It was almost obscene. Cian was glad they had discussed things beforehand, because he couldn't imagine taking all of that in. And he didn't feel right to mount Gio. Not that he didn't hate the idea of being inside a giant, moaning, warm muscle man.
But, little steps first...
Seeing his apprentice's intense stare, Gio teasingly poked Cian's cock with the tip of his shaft, eliciting a small moan, or yelp. "Do not get turned on too much now, young one. Remember, the first to cum or submit loses. That is part of the ritual."
Cian turned away, bashfully. "Yeah, yeah, I know."
"Heh. Or if you like, I could just keep posing for you!" Gio was just being mean now! He turned and showed off his wide, muscle-laden back and ass. His quads and thighs.
"Don't turn your back on someone with Faeblood," Cian warned. "That's when I'd cztch your back!"
"Ah, try it," Gio growled, pivoting back to face his opponent. He gave him a 'most-muscular' flex, every muscle bulging and oiled, that nearly knocked Cian to the ground. "You like what you see...what is you always say, 'boyo'?" He laughed. "That is so cute. 'Boyo.'"
Cian glared, trying to ignore the fact that he was probably the hardest he'd ever been in front of another guy. "Too bad you're about to get shown up by your apprentice, teach! I won't go easy on you."
"So cocky!" Gio took a grappler's stance, hunched over, elbows tucked to the side and hands ready to grappled Cian. "You think you could stand a chance against a titan, young bull? Let's wrestle."
Cian didn't say anything. He was a trained freestyle wrestler, so silence was his go-to. Let's feckin' go, G!
Gio and Cian circled each other like two male beasts in heat, simultaneously fighting for territory and for each other. Cian usually preferred for the other guy to make the first move and then catch them off their feet. Gio, however, was such a bulldozer that he didn't need to worry about being taken down. In fact, he was likely going easy on Cian.
Gio and Cian locked up, two bucks locking horns, pushing against each other's might. It was a contest of supreme strength between two oiled up studs. Any Renaissance artist would have killed to paint the picture of these two warriors grappling in the clearing.
Cian's right foot fell back, re-grounding itself. The Irish hunk was doing everything he could to hold back Gio, but the big guy didn't even look like he was breaking a sweat. He had that same, placid, 'unbothered' look on his face. Like always.
Meanwhile, Cian was grtting his teeth, trying to gain ground. "Damn, you really are strong!"
"This is me going easy on you," Gio said, before wrapping one of his enormous legs around Cian's, hooking it, and grabbing his shoulder with his giant arm. "I'm not even channelling the Earth into my strength! And now...you are mine!"
Cian assumed Gio was going to take him to the tarp, and had already planned a defense for when he got there (so he didn't get pinned), but the outcome was far worse. Gio clamped his arms around Cian's body, taking his head into his armpit. The leg was just to keep him locked in place. It was a classic move.
Of course, Gio had chosen to go natural today and not wear deodorant. Just Cian's luck! But the combination of his natural masculine odor along with the spiced scent of the oils was strangely satisfying. All the better for Cian, being choked and smothered. He pushed and pulled, trying not to panic.
"Fight against the pain and the pressure," Gio encourage, softly, but not about to let go. "Hold out."
Somehow, this feeling of helplessness (in a safe space) was turning Cian on even more. Gio wasn't shy about grinding his body against Cian's, and there was nothing he could do to stop him from pushing the massive man's cock against his. He was teasing him. Playing with him. Now, Cian was pissed!
He was also oiled. With an explosive move backwards, coupled with the asset of lubrication, Cian free his head from Gio and went for his back. But wrestling with oil was a lot harder than he anticipated. It was impossible to get a tight grip! Like trying to pin down a big, Roman statue coated in butter.
"So cute," Gio said (mockingly!?). He turned and leaned down, grabbing Cian by the upper thigh and LIFTING him right up into the air, flipping him over (somehow, gently) and tossing him to the ground. Cian landed, the wind knocked out of him and stunned, but otherwise no worse for wear.
Gio pinned Cian with sheer dominance, hooking his legs up in the air and leaving his ass in a vulnerable state.
But it was what he did next that really drove home just who the teacher was here. Gio, smiling, hooked Cian's leg and sat down back on him.
Dizzy, Cian looked up just in time to see Gio's built (and hairy) ass come down on his face.
"GAH!" Cian said, turning away. "G-Gio!"
"Hahaha! You must know what it's like to be humbled, apprentice!"
"Ugh, you're hairy everywhere, aren't ye?"
"You love it." Gio said, making sure his thighs were tucked around Cian's head. He wasn't going anywhere now! "Stick your face in there or I'll smother you. And that would be a most disgraceful end to such a beautiful warrior like that!"
"N-no," Cian squeaked, humiliated. But he didn't have much of a choice. It was apparent that Gio hadn't showered since working out this morning. Cian closed his eyes and buried his face into his master's hole. "MMMffffff"
Gio sat back and rode him. "Hahaha! Having fun?" But he wasn't entirely cruel. He sat up and let Cian have a breath.
Cian gasped and winced. "Ugh. I smell like you now!"
"You are most welcome," Gio laughed. He hooked his arm around Cian's neck before he could reposition himself, and brought his face to his pectorals. "Here. How about I smother you with my chest instead?"
Buried between Gio's oily crevasse, muscle and bodyhair entered Cian's nostrils as he tried to pull himself away in futility. Honestly, not a bad way to die, he thought, til the oxygen deprevation set in and he began to panic.
"Mmmmmmm."
"Oh, I think he likes that!" Gio laughed. He let up. "The young bull is so hard now!"
It was true. Cian was leaking all over the mat. He suspected Gio would prove challenging, but not this much! Annoyed, growling, Cian went in for a bear hug. "I'll crush you, teach!" he snarled.
He wrapped his arms around his teacher's torso, inadvertently pushing their bodies together. The oily friction felt amazing on his cock, but Cian tried to ignore the sensation. He was on a mission. "You're gonna give, teach! Gonna break your spine!"
Gio's reaction was merely to roll his eyes. "This is a bear hug? How cute. Now, have a bear hug from Gio! It's my specialty!"
Cian went wide-eyed. He didn't realized he'd just set himself in a terrible position. Gio broke free of his student's grip with ease and wrapped his giant arms around the small of his back. He didn't even need to apply too much pressure. He had him.
"Just because I am your mentor doesn't mean I won't CRUSH you!"
"AGH!" Cian winced, trying to control his breathing.
"Up you go!" Gio growled, getting onto his feet. Cian was a like a teddy bear to him. Easy to lift and even more fun to squeeze. He clamped down on harder. "How about now?"
"Uggggh," Cian groaned, trying not to let Gio tighten his breathing. It was like fighting against a starved Anaconda.
Gio grinned. "Do you submit, little one? Or will I need to break you in half with my grip, as Hercules did to Ieolaus?"
Might as well have entered a trash compactor. Gio grimaced. This was the worst bear hug he'd ever been put in, and he'd even sparred with Kuma Kengo a few times! Beneath the pain though, he noticed a more...enjoyable sensation. As Gio squeezed, he was also grinding his enormous, hard cock against Gio, from side to side. The feeling was just as intense, and somehow, coupled with the pain, it felt amazing. Sensory overload.
"How does my 'Hercules Hug' feel?" Gio said, hoisting and repositioning Cian. "I wonder...will you break first, or will you...?"
Cian arched his back out and began to scream. "Ffffuck!"
Oh no, I do not want to break him for real! Gio thought. Time to finish Cian off a much nicer way. He'd learned his lesson, after all. "Hehehe. Yes. I think I'll do that." Gio eased up his grip barely, but deliberately grinded his meat against Cian's. "Oh no, my little bull, what is happening TO YOU? Is it perhaps time for the big, strong Earth god to rut you with his giant cock? You love it?"
Cian shook his head. "No...no." Fuck, this feels amazing.
Slowly, without breaking his grip, Gio lowered Cian to the tarp. He mounted him like a bull in heat, forcing his weight to pin the trapped, squirming hunk beneath his body. He increased the friction, sliding his cock against Cian's shaft.
"Oh fuck," Cian said. He was trapped, but the pressure was relieved, replaced by the most amazing sensation between his legs. "Oh fuck, Gio, that's amazing. I'm gonna lose it..." It almost took the sting out of the one-sided squash! Cian had never felt this much arousal and sexual gratification before. He was going to cum quick.
Gio kissed the nape of Cian's neck, brushing his beard and dialling up the pleasure even more. "Look down, little bull."
Cian could barely lift his head, but did as he was told. "Oh...oh fuck..."
"See how my big bull cock is dominating yours?" Gio said. "Look at that."
Cian couldn't even see his own member, trapped and pinned beneath Gio's, in an erotic reflection of his current situation. He wasn't just being dominated physically, but sexually too. Gio's spear went to work, completely mounting his own. He was rutting him good, and between the oil and the precum leaking out of both of their slits, the sensation was only increasing.
Gotta' fight back, Cian thought, briefly, trying to grind against his master. But this only served to make the pleasure more intense. There was no use. And holding it back was like edging, making the explosion inevitable...
"Forget escape, little one. My muscles. My fur. My cock. All work against you. Driving you closer and closer to the edge. But...I will not steal a kiss from you. That's for someone special. Instead, I will FORCE you to give me, and the gods, your seed."
"Oh no..." Cian said, feeling something build up deep inside his pelvis. He wasn't just going to shoot. He was going to shoot hard. "Oh fuck, Gio..."
Gio leered down at him, going harder, unrelenting, like a beast of burden in heat. He tensed and flexed all his muscles as he commanded, "Submit!"
Cian was helpless to do anything but. His whole body trembled, and his eyes rolled back into his head, his voice cracking with an intense pleasure bordering on painful.
"AGHHH I GIIIVE!"
Cian felt himself shoot out a giant, unending load. Then, another rope. More. A forest-green wave of light radiated out from him, like a ripple, shifting the grassland into a field of colorful flowers. The summery, green trees in the grove became pink blossoms. A mirage of springtime, pulled from the depths of Cian's hidden desires, exploded out of him with each rapturous orgasm.
"Again!" Gio commanded.
"FUCK! I give!" Cian was screaming now. All the gods and the spirits in the forests could hear him surrender and shoot. "Please...agh...I'm gonna die...." He breathed, shook, overwhelm with pleasure. Gio really was a god, and just had just taken him by force into Olympus.
"No," Gio laughed softly, kissing his opponent's chest. He relented. Sighed. And looked down. "Wow, Cian! Look at all of that." He swivelled his head around, in wonder. "Your magick..."
Weakly, and overwhelm with a drug-like state of satisfaction, Cian raised his head and looked down. A river of thick, sticky cum and oil travelled from his belly down to the ground. They'd wanted a fertility ritual. They got one.
Cian looked around at the changed grove, the field of flowers and cherry blossom trees. He stared, almost moved. "This is...this is from me?"
Gio looked down and smiled. "Yes, my little bull."
"But this is...beautiful." Cian shook his head. The orgasm had already driven him to tears, but now it was emotions that took their hold. "Usually my illusions are tough and mean. How...did I create this? Was this always inside me?"
"This is what it looks like when you free yourself," Gio softly spoke. "The real you. But the ritual is not complete yet," he said, getting up. He stood, in his primal glory, towering above Cian. He pointed to his own giant cock, leaking oil and precum onto the oil, mixing with Cian's offering. "The victor now marks the conquered."
"Fuck, Gio." Cian, rarely submissive, was all too willing. He pawed, in worship of his master's muscles. First, the legs. The quads. "Look at these muscles." He kissed them. Every bulge, every muscle, travelling up to his cock, the most satisfying reward of all.
Cian sighed, beyond words or reason, and placed his lips on Gio's glans. It tasted like divine ambrosia. He kept his lips on their for a good few seconds, to let his master know how much he respected, desired, and revered him. Then, he used his tongue, his mouth. There was no way he'd fit all of Gio's enormity inside his mouth, and Gio understood this. He wasn't going to force and skull-fuck. That would go against the mood anyway.
Cian's hands and mouth coordinated their worship of Gio's cock. The titan reared his head back and closed his eyes. "I must say, my little bull, Cian, that you brought me very close. I am soon to shoot."
Cian forced himself to stop sucking and licking his master. He smiled, stroking him, and looked up. "And I gotta' say, my big bull, you really gave me a hell of a fight."
"A new god for your pantheon," Gio nodded. He moaned. Cian's mouth was amazing.
"Yes, sir." Cian dotted Gio's cock with softer kisses. "Anything for you, sir."
Gio placed both his hands on the back of Cian's head. "I will make you stronger, Cian. You are a true hero. I can already tell. But now...tell me you worship me."
Cian leaned back and looked up at his master with eyes full of reverence. "I worship you, muscle god."
That was enough. Cian didn't even need to use his mouth. Gio leaned back, and then like a warrior god, or a jungle man from one of is films, he roared out his pleasure.
"GGGGGAAHAHH!"
A continuous fountain of white cum shot all over Cian's neck and chest. Beads of seminal fluid flew off in every direction as the Titan kept shooting his load, hands free.
Cian blinked. He was completely coated (he really wanted a shower, now). "Holy shit, G. That's unreal."
Heaving and sighing, Gio looked down at his work and blushed. "Oh...more a lot than usual! Er...sorry!"
"Don't apologise," Cian said, smiling. He leaned back, more in peace than he'd ever been. The flowers weren't real, he knew, but they sure felt like it. "Lay down with me a second?"
"Let's clean you off, first!"
Gio let Cian rest. He deserved it. He went to their backpacks (now covered in illusory moss) and removed two sets of towels. The larger master laid down next to his apprentice and towel them both off...which took a long minute or two. When done, Gio tossed the towels aside and cradled Cian, spooning him, and pulling him into a nest of warmth and fur.
Cian shut his eyes. He smiled. "This feels awesome."
"We can stay here as long as you like," Gio said softly. He kissed the back of Cian's neck again, but not the mouth. Gio knew that some other man deserved that gift, and he wasn't going to take it from Cian. He still had a journey ahead of him. This was only one step on his way to self-discovery.
But Gio was happy to have helped him along the way.
The flowers began to fade back into the green grass of the grove, but Cian and Gio laid in each other's arms for a time, softly rubbing each other's muscles, and sharing sighs of contentment.
"Think we made the gods happy?" Cian asked.
"Oh, most definitely," Gio chuckled. "You made this god happy, at least!"
The End
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