Of Gods and Growth / Update 09.05 / End

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On 8/29/2022 at 11:38 PM, Ro20316 said:

Ohhhh plot twist but im confident that Sextus' son will be the one fullfilling the promise. He has recieved Eroticus' gift and will worship him as well as mars.

Venus has her own agenda. I cant wait to read more

I loooove plot twist. Glad you like it too!! 

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Chapter 3

The trade route

"I'll be gone for about three months. You have learned enough to prove yourself here on trial," Sextus explained to his son, who looked a little uncertain. The Magister had heard from a good friend that there were capable fighters among the Teutons and he now had so much gold that he wanted to see for himself what he could buy. He planned to bring 5 Teutons into the ranks. The journey was long and arduous, at least for the horses that had to pull the now almost 400 pound-man in the carriage. "But father... there is still so much to learn and..." - "...And Narcissus will support you with all his skill," he assured his son. His son, who had become a man. 6'4", 240lbs with an ever thinning waist, broader shoulders and even a beard that formed on his angular features. Every pound that Tiberius turned into muscle, Sextus turned into fat. Of course, he was envious and hoped that perhaps Eroticus' aura would eventually be merciful to him as well. But perhaps, after this test run, he would leave everything to his son and take only the gold. Let the boy work, after all. "It's the off-season. The fights are of less importance. Just make sure Eroticus is in the arena with you." Tiberius could only nod. His father had spoken and he had no choice anyway. Perhaps it was just as well. Tiberius could then talk to Eroticus in peace about why he stopped coming to his room and why all the valets refused to send him a message. Of course his father was behind it - he just wanted to know what exactly he had told Eroticus.

The next day, a carriage, two gladiators, and still other members of the traveling party left the estate, and Tiberius stood in the courtyard with Narcissus and Eroticus. As the gates closed the son was sure. He would prove himself. He would make a difference. He would become great in the eyes of his father.

 

The first month

"I can't let you do that, Magister Junior," Narcissus repeated himself. "I want to train with you. I don't want to be my fat father watching from his balcony. I want to be actively involved. Know the names of the men. Give them a reason to fight. To make them feel like they belong and fight for the house and the prestige. And not just think they its bought slaves." Narcissus raised an eyebrow, "But that's exactly what they are, sir." Still, he sighed, "I cannot teach you. Your father would never forgive me for that. But..." a conspiratorial smile settled on the Hispanier's full lips, "I cannot stop you from watching and imitating the exercises. I am not given that much power." And so it was decided.

The next task for Tiberius was to talk with Eroticus. He again ordered the object of his desire to the bedroom he called his own. The giant entered the room and had to tilt his head slightly to even fit through the door. The sheer mass of the monster before him was already making the leader hard again. Soon even the double doors would not be enough for the gladiator to enter. When would he probably have to turn sideways? Silently, Eroticus stood before his master and waited calmly. His gaze turned downward and thus Tiberius spoke, "What did my father command you to do?" Obeying the order and apparently also happy to finally be allowed to speak the truth, the gladiator told everything and the junior listened. After a moment of uncomfortable silence in the room, Tiberius announced, "My father is gone. For a very long time. I want to change things here in this time. I love my father, but he's lost focus and maybe he was never really cut out for this." Where this sudden confidence and dominance came from, Tiberius himself didn't know. But it pleased him. "I fuck who I want, when I want, as often as I want. Take your clothes off, Eroticus." the little man ordered. It pleased him very much to have this power over a man who was so much stronger, bigger and more powerful. But it also pleased Eroticus. In the arena, he dominated. He exuded a presence that no one could oppose. But to be commanded here by his master in this way spoke to something deep within him.

Silently, Tiberius enjoyed how the strong, big arms removed the loincloth with some awkwardness. The giant already could not look down properly because of his pecs. His field of vision was dominated by hairy mountains of flesh that rose and fell in rhythm with his breathing. The thick chest hair tickled his nose and blended almost seamlessly with his increasingly thick full beard. His arms and hands were used to rough work from training, and trying to loosen the strings was almost impossible for his gigantic fingers. With some impatience in his gaze, Tiberius asked, "How do you manage to get dressed in the morning?" The gaze turned downward again and in reply came, "The... smaller warriors help us, sir. Forgive my ineptitude." So he reached for the leather piece and as his biceps flexed even larger than even imaginable and a web of veins stood out dominantly, he simply ripped it off. With a loud thump his cock came to light which, already half hard, slammed against the massive thigh. Quite centered on the leg lay the cock and already dripping with pre. The testicles were the size of a fist and still resonated briefly due to the wide-legged stance. Now Tiberius stood up and undressed himself. A few weeks ago he would have been embarrassed by all these muscle beasts. But now... The toga fell and underneath a trained young man appeared. No comparison to Eroticus, but who could match this muscle monster. The steel hard 8 inches of Tiberius, also grown with all the muscles, stood towards Eroticus. "Put it in your mouth and show me how much you appreciate me as a master."

On all fours, the gladiator was at a comfortable height to work the tail of the magister. It was an incredible picture. The man, who was almost twice as tall, twice as trained and twice as heavy, was blowing the smaller one who could only moan loudly. His father was gone. He had the power. He could do whatever he wanted. "You... have... practiced... Your skills... are.... Remarkable.", Tiberius tried to force out between his moans. Eroticus eased off the cock and took a strong hand, placing it between his lord and master's thighs. A thick finger penetrated the anus while the deep voice spoke, "A new recruit... Peniculus... he teaches us everything. Our energy is so high... a simple training... is not enough for us anymore. We need more...exercise, sir..."

Then he followed his original task again and continued to work the tail. "So... be it...", Tiberius announced and came in a loud cry.

 

The innovations

After that night, a lot changed at Ludi Crescita. For gladiators, servants and owners. The gladiators trained naked from now on. Of course, Tiberius had announced here the advantages that the fighters would be ready for action faster and the smaller ones would not have to dress. But absolutely everyone was aware of the purpose. So now 12 completely naked Adonises trained daily in the training area. Only Eroticus was allowed a band with which he could fix the now flabby 13 inches at the height of his navel. All this eroticism resulted in many of the new recruits walking around with permanent erections and coming spontaneously. Weekly weighing and measuring was instituted so that progress could be monitored and the newcomers in particular could be encouraged to do more.

The servants in the house were all exchanged for male versions and they too were soon bathing in the pure, erotic radiance of Eroticus. Or rather, Peniculus. The chosen one of Venus did not have to be active. The sexual aura of his goddess led to spontaneous outpourings and the intensified love for each other. In the evening, after a hard day of training, it continued in the catacombs of Ludi. Hard cocks rubbed against increasingly muscular bodies. Tongues, lips and legs intertwined. The smell of sweat and cum was permanent in the room and dominant. The young magister in the middle of this river of flesh and love.

More workout. More sex. More growth. Everything was happening faster now and you could see the results every day. On the last day of the first month, Tiberius looked through his books. Here was a record of everyone's success. He had some successes to report to his father.

Narcissus, for example. The instructor, now 39 years old, looked younger every day. The wrinkles faded, the lips became fuller and he grew. Like all of them, actually. He too was now almost 6’5 feet tall. Weighed 320lbs according to the scales and was probably blessed with a big cock right from the start. Limp 9 inches dangled daily between his legs. Peniculus, a promising new gladiator, grew faster than all the others. Only here for a few weeks, he already measured 6’4 at 230lbs. His beauty was indescribable and he was the object of many desires. His face was symmetrical. His charisma was sublime and yet wild. And his penis grew the fastest of all together with his testicles. 8.5 inches with lemon sized balls. Of all, he was the most potent. Tiberius himself, now participating in the training and fucking Eroticus into the wee hours of the morning, could see the change in himself. 6’5 tall. 2687lbs of bulging muscles and a defined 6-pack. 8.6 hard inches. But even these were slowly not enough for the monster to overcome the full butt cheeks and penetrate him. Eroticus was a colossus.6’9 ensured that Tiberius could work the man's huge nipples standing up and press his head into the deep crevice of his hairy chest. But even with all the force, the man's breasts could not be pushed in. His muscle mass and definition was out of this world. 374lbs of pure masculinity. A wide stance was conditioned by his legs, whose circumference was equal to the waist of his servants. Thick arms whose biceps, as big as a head, rested on his lantern muscles. A neck that no tunic could have covered. On it, the face of a god. Symmetrical. Full lips. A strong chin. Pretty eyes. And last but not least, 15.7 inches. Impossible for Tiberius to even begin to take in. But...

He broke off and closed the book. The trembling of the floor announced his evening pleasure. Eroticus accompanied by Peniculus entered the reception hall. It was no longer possible to handle this mass of men in the bedroom. It all took place now in the main hall. Both of the gladiators were already hard and pre dripped from the tips of their cocks. Just the brief moment was enough for a puddle to form under Eroticus. Tiberius smiled and walked toward his men. His father would be proud of the growth of his company.

 

The new business model

Tiberius lived, worked and managed the estate with unprecedented zeal. The few fights that were held in the off-season were of pleasant insignificance and, unfortunately, of little financial benefit. Although his gladiators dominated the arena, one had somehow become accustomed to the mountains of muscle. Eroticus, in particular, was somehow... familiar. As Tiberius sat wide-legged on his chair one evening and one of his servants massaged his massive shoulders, grazing his nipples from time to time, he thought about what to do next. Something new was needed. Something that would continue to drain the gold out of the Romans' pockets. The problem was also the rising cost of living. The men needed food. Lots of food. A lot of food. The dwellings would soon not be enough either.

"Shall I massage your penis as well, master?" asked the youthful servant. Like everyone here, the male servant was changing. Not as much as the actively fighting ones, but he was nice to look at. A perfect six pack, defined arms and a full butt. His question was very clear to understand, but Tiberius declined. He dismissed the man and went out to the balcony. The cool evening air made him shiver slightly in the absence of any clothes and his gaze searched the place. After it was known with all the sex, a few of the gladiators always strayed into the courtyard. He saw a group of three new recruits whose physiques were more than promising. The three were engaged in passionate kissing and rough hands kept squeezing and rubbing hard cocks. A slight moan was heard the rubbing of the musclemen was enough for Tiberius to get hard too and right at that moment, he couldn't be bothered about his erection. He had the idea.

It still took almost two weeks until everything was prepared, but then the evening had come. Through careful advertising, of course always behind held hands, three young men stood in front of the door deep in the night. They were the offspring of the large and prestigious families. In other words, the rich. Narcissus opened the door and one could see fear as well as pure admiration in the eyes of the men. It was one thing to see the gladiators in the arena - a completely different thing to stand in person before such a monster. "Enter, dear sirs.", Naricssus spoke in a deep bass, bowing slightly as he cleared the door. He wore a simple silk cloth around his shoulder which was long enough to cover his privates. But the noble fabric was not opaque. A noble cord around the narrow waist held it in place. The gatekeeper escorted the small delegation into the main hall and already one of the visitors had to struggle not to let his erection become too prominent under his clothes. The room was full of muscular men in little to no clothing. Their bodies were grown and rubbed with fine oils, which only made the definition look more unnatural in the candlelight. A servant of trained build approached the group and wordlessly handed a tray of light appetizers. "Our lord and master will join you in a moment, dear sirs," he spoke in a calm and quiet voice. The gladiators, known only from the arena, were here to touch. And that's exactly what was going to happen. "A good evening to you, young men," Tiberius' voice rang out. As the other three turned around, none could suppress their amazement. It had been a long time since the young scion of Sextus had been seen in the arena. Normally he let the servants and Naricssus do the fighting. It was therefore very amazing to see this male masterpiece.

With a height of also now almost 6’6 and a weight of 285lbs, the 8pack came out wonderfully. Here too, of course, everything was oiled so that he shone even more than he actually already did. He wore a long silk coat, but it was open, revealing his perfect body. His crotch, much like Narcissus, was covered by sheer fabric only for form's sake. "I am pleased that the path has led you to me. You know the rules?" The lords nodded and thereupon everything took its course.

During the two weeks, Tiberius had spread the rumor that with enough gold, one would be allowed to touch and eye the fighters up close. Homage, worship, handjobs, milking, everything was allowed as long as the gladiator agreed. And everyone had to be naked. So three money bags exchanged hands and Tiberius was surprised at how quickly the three gentlemen were stripped. This was clearly a good idea.

Up from Olympus, Venus watched the whole spectacle with amusement. Mars was on a warpath and she could play with his stuff as long as his attention wasn't on the demigod. Maybe, just maybe, she had also whispered a word here and flashed a tantalizing smile there, triggering the war. But what could anyone prove against her? She would make sure that Mars would regret having fathered a demigod.

 

Lack of space

During the day: the training. Every evening: more and more people who wanted to have cocks, muscles, sex and much more. Of course, this made the bank full. But it also made the estate very full. Because of the almost permanent physical training, his gladiators grew like crazy. Of course, Tiberius could not know that Venus had her hands in the game and through Peniculus the energy level increased incredibly and the presence of the demigod Eroticus generally promoted growth.

His men exploded and above all Eroticus. He now stood at 7’05 tall, ate for five warriors so that his 432lbs were supplied with nutrients at all and his cock had to be put back into a pair of pants made especially for him. He was almost 20 inches and with his melon sized testicles you almost felt like you could hear the sound of sloshing with his sperm. And there came the problems. Eroticus could no longer sleep in the catacombs. He was just too big. His pecs made sure he could no longer look down. His neck, now at ear level, fixed his head even further. His arms were no longer able to bend far. He had to be fed. He needed to be shaved and his ever increasing libido provided a permanent run of pre from the tip of his cock. After a moment of still standing, a puddle formed under his feet.

However, he could move even better, unlike Narcissus. The Hispanier lacked the divine elegance and agility. He remained at a height of 6’5, but the weight and muscles continued to add. 366lbs he weighed-in and his run was just a waddle. He could no longer teach the recruits properly in some cases. And Tiberius? He had even less training. But he had more sex. He had more problems getting up every day. He also did not grow more than 6’5, but 330lbs he had to move around now. It recently took two servants to even get him out of bed.

But none of the muscle monsters regretted it. All had only sex, growth, muscles and cocks in mind. All thanks to the chosen one of Venus. Peniculus was largely immune to the growth caused by Eroticus. He stayed at 6’4 and even the muscles didn't grow as fast as others. Just 242lbs. A lightweight and all the beasts. But his cock was a whole other issue. Eroticus might have the longest with 20 inches. But Peniculus already had 17 inches swinging between his legs and the thickness and girth was equivalent to an arm. He could only walk with his legs wide apart so that his testicles, which were also gigantic, had any room at all. His cock swung with an incredible heaviness and it was he who had to be milked several times a day and only promoted more sex through his highly potent sperm. Everything in the Ludi Crescita exploded with mass. And there was no end in sight.

 

Welcome home

The carriage bumped along the road, setting the massive body of Sextus Barbatius Ennecus in vibration. Although the journey did him good and he had lost a good 20 pounds, but with still 374 lbs, he was anything but fit or even close to a comparison to his gladiators. He was especially looking forward to this one. He hoped his son had everything under control and was confident and joyful to see his Stallion. He was gone for three months and in tow he even had ten new slaves. Hairy, battle-hardened and already muscular Teutons that would enrich his collection. He would be the undisputed champion of the arena.

A short time later, Sextus stood in the entrance hall of his Ludi and his mouth was open. He was stunned and could not understand exactly what he was seeing there.....

When he left the carriage and no servants came, he was already latently astonished. Also, when he saw no one exercising in the courtyard at that time of day, an eyebrow went up questioningly. When he smelled sweat and cum and heard the groans in the entrance hall, it dawned on him. But deep inside him was a hope that he was wrong. However, when he saw the incomprehensible mounds of flesh, he knew that Mars had cursed him.

On the ground lay Eroticus. His boy wonder. His gold bull. Whereby bull already did not do justice to this body in the description. Although he was lying, the chest was almost as high as the owner of the Ludi. He estimated the lying height of the Behemoth at just under 7’7. He had stretched all fours from him, as the mountains of muscle also left him no other option. He was just too big. Too muscular. He was immobile. The books would say later that he weighed in at just under 670 lbs, but then he couldn't even get on the scales. The result was two weeks old. His testicles were gigantic and even though he was lying there wide-legged, they were being pushed up by his thigh muscles. His cock lay above and was half hard? Or completely hard? 32 inches protruded into the air and a light stream of pre flooded everything below. The really surprising and shocking thing at the same time was the person sitting on the belly of the muscle behemoth. 6’7 tall and built like Eroticus before his departure. Or bigger? 352lbs of pure muscle moved rhythmically while the gigantic cock disappeared between Eroticus' hairy pecs. But the tip was close enough to the giant's mouth for him to work it. A face-fuck combined with pec-fuck. The pecs of the "smaller" one wobbled with his movements and despite all the ecstasy, the young man turned his head and grinned broadly. The features were of an angular masculinity and it took a moment for Sextus to recognize him. "Welcome home, Father... I have GREAT news!" announced Tiberius, panting and sweaty.

Father's attention then went around the room and muscular men were having sex everywhere. They were kissing. Rubbing against each other and touching each other. Circling Eroticus and Tiberius, who were fucking right in the middle of the room, he got another surprise. Unaware that Venus' chosen one was in charge of all this, he could hardly put this man into words. He was clearly smaller than everyone else. But he made up for that with a cock that couldn't possibly be real. Over a 40 inches long and as thick as the waist of one of his servants, and many hungrily drank the intangible flow of cum. Sperm? No... it was too light... that was all just pre. Peniculus looked around with satisfaction and nodded to his master, pointing invitingly at his cock. There were already six people licking and feeling him, but at this size there was still room for one extra person. The testicles of the monster were almost twice the size of the man himself. The potency he radiated was incomparable to anything.

"Sir..." a wheezing and voice said behind him and at an inconceivably slow, wobbling pace the Hispanier appeared. He also approached nearly immobility, restricted by all muscles and the lack of divine strength. 440lbs was not something a human, normal body could handle. He wonder if his son would soon feel the same way. What did he have to do? What could he do. Narcissus wanted to tilt his head, as in the old days, but his mouth and chin disappeared behind his breasts. The back of his neck barely allowed movement.

Looking over the orgy and all the muscle-bound beasts, Sextus realized one thing. He had incurred the wrath of the gods. He was ruined.

 

On Olympus

"What. Have. You. Done?" asked Mars through clenched teeth. Anger dominated his whole appearance, but Venus was not frightened by it and said saccharine sweetly, "I have solved your problem. For two days your little mortal has been asking you to take your offspring back. He just can't send him away, unfortunately. At almost 880lbs of pure muscle now, the poor demigod can't move at all..."

Eyes blazing with anger, he looked at Venus and said, "And how exactly, am I supposed to use him for my war? The monster is immobile and only his cock is still able to move."

The gaze of the love goddess remained unchanged, but the warmth left her eyes as she stroked Mars' chest, "Think very carefully, dearest, about who you're going to fuck soon and who you're going to tell all about it. To love belongs passion, as well as jealousy..."

 

- The End

[Ro20316]

What a end but its sad that Eroticus paid for Venus' revenge beside Mars can easily help him compesating the growth with height.

Great work. I look forward for another story

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2 hours ago, Ro20316 said:

What a end but its sad that Eroticus paid for Venus' revenge beside Mars can easily help him compesating the growth with height.

Great work. I look forward for another story

Thank you very much! Maybe there will be a follow-up. Maybeeee.. I don't know yet...

Glad you liked it!