Ever since he joined the coliseum, Goliath has been on the top of the world.
It was intoxicating to dominate his opponents so easily before a huge, cheering crowd. Even outside the coliseum, he carried the buzz with him. He felt strong. Virile. Like he could do anything to anybody, and there was nothing they could do to resist him. In his day to day life, he was giving into ‘temptation’ more and more. Just last night, he ordered room service to his hotel room just so he could spear the hotel maid on his shaft, as ‘practice’ for his upcoming match. Even now, he grew a little hard at the memory.
Goliath lumbers slowly into the arena, his massive hooves stomping loudly beneath him, his tall, muscular body basking in the sun’s rays. His long, thick shaft, while currently flaccid, was also fully unsheathed, and thus swung back and forth beneath him like a third leg. He smirked as the audience cheered over his arrival, flexing his muscles, beating his chest and overall putting on a show. The admiration of the audience felt good; but Goliath was more preoccupied fantasizing about what he’d do to his opponent once he got his hands on them.
He crossed his arms as he turned to the other side of the arena, eager to meet...
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