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The Titan and His Apprentice Meet the Apprentice Musketeers


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Chapter One

"ALL FOR ONE AND ONE FOR ALL!"

As Francois, James and Larry all held the pose, the selfie timer clicked and posted the photo of "The Apprentice Musketeers (NFSW)" onto their Only Fans account and as the likes and tips came rolling in, James chuckled saying "And you though me creating a fantasy account combing naked Musketeers wouldn't make any money!"

Larry and Francois laughed as James chuckled "Without it what we are going to do tonight would be impossible. We three are going to travel back to 1642 and become bone fide Musketeers under the tutelage of those brave men we know Henri and Porthos, you never know we might get to meet Aramis and Athos as well, although just so you know Athos is a bear and Aramis is straight as a railroad!"

"Shame" replied Larry, "I'd like to show him my red rose!" and with that pretended to ram Francois who pretended to moan "Hide your thorns for I am lost and forlorn" poking fun at one of Aramis's poems that Henri had told them about. As James set about entering the last of the calculations needed to transport them to 1642, he chuckled "And the best part is, the Terminator movies were right, clothes can survive time travel, so we'll arrive naked as well!"

***

"Oh, mon chere" moaned Porthos, "the waiting is driving me crazy, I cannot stand it any longer" and with that he dived under Henri's bed, grunted "Lie on it, mon chere" and as Henri did so Porthos raised the whole bed weighing, with his husband on it, some four hundred livres, ten times in a row, holding it at the top of the lift and allowing Henri to note "Mmm, there appears to be something eating the wood in the ceiling, best let the Captain now about that soon!"

As Porthos lowered the bed for the tenth time, he suddenly yelped and rolled out stating "That metal ball at the end made me yelp!"

"Ah" smiled Henri, as his hair started to stand on end, "I think our guests are arriving" and sure enough a large ball object arrived in front of them that slowly dissipated to reveal James, Larry and Francois, all completely naked and thanks to their incredible machine, now in 1642 and even more muscular than they were. As the three slowly stood up they all flexed their muscles and caused Porthos to moan "Oh,  mon dieu, muscles!" and he instantly prostrated himself and cried "My lords, I am not worthy of your presence!"

"Yeah!" moaned Francois, hitting a side chest, "You love us this big don't you? Yeah, between us we have a combined mass of 650lbs of lean, powerful, masculine muscle!"

"And we are going to use every single bit of it" added Larry, flexing his glutes

"Indeed" smiled James, making his quads bulge, "by the end of this week we are going to be Musketeers" and as he relaxed panted "Are our applications in order?"

Henri nodded as he handed a parchment over and added "Nothing, bar your deaths, can prevent you taking the..."

Henri's sudden stop caused Porthos to look up and as he did he asked "Are you alright?"

"Mon chere?" asked Henri, a note of concern in his voice, "Is it me or are my feet disappearing?"

"Your feet?" exclaimed James and as he looked down he gasped "No...oh, no, please...Henri, how much you do weigh?"

"275 livres, why do you ask?"

"And Porthos?"

"375 livres" he grunted, thumping his chest, "375 livres of solid man!"

"Six hundred and fifty" stammered James and then and then added "No, this wasn't meant to happen!"

"What wasn't meant to happen?" asked Henri, his knees now joining his feet in disappearing

"The universe hates things changing" explained James, "so when we moved ourselves from 2042 to 1642, that meant that our time was 650lbs lighter and your time was 650lbs heavier, so the universe is compensating by taking 650lbs from 1642 and putting it into 2042, but it was supposed to do so by taking that fatso you told me about recently"

"Oh, you mean the brother of the Earl of Exeter?" replied Henri, now vanished up to his waist, "he died last week!" and then suddenly started to grunt in pain. However as Porthos went to help him, he found himself rooted to the spot and his feet disappearing too.

"Please, mon amis" wailed James, "you're our mass substitutes, please believe me, I didn't want this to happen!"

"You are forgiven, mon amis" replied Porthos as the two men screamed in agony as they completely vanished with a bang leaving two scorch marks on the floor. As Larry, James and Francois looked at each other James whimpered "The Test starts tomorrow, and we have no coaches"

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Mass substitution is an integral process in making a time jump in the Marvel UK comics. In order to maintain the mass balance of the universe a time traveller must displace an equal mass from the time zone they are entering. (Source: Transformers Comics 1987)

 

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Chapter Two

"Oh, mon dieu" groaned Henri as he started to come around, "Captain, I wish to report that I was involved in a collision with something so massive that I am at a loss to remember what it was!"

"If so, mon chere" groaned Porthos, "then I was in collision with it as well!"

As the two men slowly opened their eyes and stopped their surroundings spinning Henri was the first to confirm what James had said and as he clambered to his feet he said "Mon chere, welcome to the future!" and gestured around him. As Porthos got to his feet, he took in the surroundings and then asked a question that Henri found odd.

"Are we...Have we...oh, mon chere, can we?"

"Pardon?" asked Henri, surprised at Porthos's reaction

"Are we in the home of our friends from the future? Have we travelled to 2042 as James said? Can we use his magical machine to become...gods?" and with that Porthos moaned

"Yes, Yes and I cannot see any reason why not!" smiled Henri, "although I will have to read the instructions first!"

***

"So, let me see if I have this straight? We are here in 1642, on the verge of becoming Musketeers, and our guides vanished because you didn't keep up with the news?"

As James nodded, Larry stamped the ground in frustration and roared "But I was going to wrestle Henri until we came!"

"Mon amis" replied Francois, "it is true that I was looking forward to testing my strength against my ancestor, pushing us both until we couldn't handle it any more and let our essences explode, but you cannot lay the blame on your friend. He wasn't to know that the man he had chosen to be our replacement had died!"

"Francois is right" replied James, "besides we have been in stickier situations before" and with that unfurled the parchment and read "This is the record of Captain Treville, Captain of His Majesty's Guards, and states that M. de Ceredigion and M. de Porthau have nominated the three men known as Larry, James and Francois to undertake the Test!"

"The Test?" exclaimed Francois, "we're going to do the Test?"

"What's the Test?" asked Larry.

As Francois gestured his friends to sit down he said "The Test is a legend in the history of France. It was a series of five challenges held over five days that tested the cadets in the Musketeer corps to the limits of their endurance. First is a fifty mile horse ride, on a horse that you have never seen before. Next is a forty mile run, then a thirty mile pack march in full kit with a sack of rocks on your back, followed by a ten mile swim in the Seine against the current and finally a night time mission in the Bois de Boulogne!"

"Child's Play" said Larry, "why I can ride a horse, I love running and marching, and as for swimming, how do you think I got this ripped?"

Francois shook his head and said "The Test is not to be dismissed, mon amis, for there is an extra challenge. The person who wins each challenge sets a countdown clock going, a clock that stops after an extra percent of time has elapsed. Everyone who fails to make it back before that time has elapsed is eliminated and is barred from the corps for the next five years. That's how gruelling it can be!"

"Big deal!" scoffed Larry, but James, having had a look through Henri's library and found Henri's autobiography was about to make Larry eat those words

"Challenge One" he read, "Equine Skills: Course completed in 4 hours and 20 minutes, Challenge Two: Course completed in 3 hours and 45 minutes, Challenge Three: Course Completed in 5 hours 10 minutes, Challenge Four: Seine swum in 2 hours and 20 minutes" and with that he closed the book saying "In other words, we would have to complete the course as the winner in each challenge or face having to complete the first course at an average speed of 10 mph, the second course at 11 mph, the third course at 6 mph and the final course at 4 mph. That's faster than every single Olympic champion at the Games just two years ago!"

As the three men looked at each other, Larry declared "We're Musketeers in spirit, and soon we will be Musketeers in deed!"

However, outside the house, a pair of beady eyes was watching and under the cover of the night fled.

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Chapter Three

"Enter" coughed a voice as the door entered to the Cardinal's office and as the entrant bowed deeply he declared "Your Eminence, my life is at thy command" and begged permission to kiss the ring on the Cardinal's finger. As permission was given, the hand slipped but the entrant caught it and as he kissed the ring he said "Your Eminence, are you long for this world?"

Cardinal Richelieu was a shadow of his former self. Gone was the man who only had to whisper a man's name and that man would disappear without a trace but now, lying in his bed looking paler than it should be possible for a man to be he shook his head and answered "I can feel my spirit going to the Lord!"

As the entrant prayed for the Cardinal's soul, he added "This is why I came to serve you, Your Eminence, in order to atone for my father's unjustified death at the hands of the Musketeers. The first Count Rochefort was a man who would die for you, and whilst in his last he never betrayed any of your secrets, his death was uncalled for, that is why myself, as his first born, have sworn revenge on the corps"

The Cardinal smiled and said "My dear Jean, your service to me is..." and with that he coughed, blood covering his nightshirt. As Jean nodded he stood up and said "By the end of this week, the Musketeers will be no more. if the Lord calls you before that week is up, then know this, I shall dedicate their destruction in your name!" and with that he bowed and took his leave. As he closed the door, he leaned against it, crossed himself and whispered a prayer that the Cardinal would not die this week.

***

"Oui, mon chere, oui, do it. Make me a giant!"

As Henri attached the last of the restraints, Porthos's moans became more and more sexualised and as Henri stepped back, Porthos moaned "Oh, oui, mon chere, this reminds me of when I was chained and forced to resist the torturers of the south of Spain. Chained, naked, as I am now, water that was as cold as it could be in the dead of winter thrown all over me, icicles forming all over my body, my teeth chattering, my proud manhood unable to become hard once and yet, I never said a word save my name, position and that I would never speak!"

As Henri smiled he said "Well, give us a few moments and no one would ever want to torture you again" and added with a chuckle "Except me, but only if you wanted me to!"

"Aye" moaned Porthos, "you have permission to hurt me, mon chere, but not until I am a giant!"

"And how tall would you like the gigantic Titan to be?" asked Henri as he approached the console

"Taller, taller than any man alive!" came the moaned reply

"Well" smiled Henri, adjusting a dial, "where we come from the tallest man measures 66 pouce but I think that's a bit small for you, so let's see what the future holds shall we?" and with that turned the pages of a book he had found called "The Height of Modernity" and as he thumbed through the pages he asked "Does 84 pouce take your fancy, that's the height of a soldier during a Great War in the 1930's?"

"Taller" moaned Porthos

"90 pouce, a man who claimed to be the tallest man in England"

"Taller!" grunted Porthos, pulling on the restraints

"96 pouce, the height recorded of Anton de Franckenpoint, a member of the guard based in the Holy Roman Empire?"

"TALLER" roared Porthos, his manhood starting to harden

"102 pouce, from a man in the eastern parts of Europe who had a medical..."

"TALLER! MAKE ME TALLER THAN ANY MAN ALIVE!" came the also ranting scream

"Well" chuckled Henri, "why didn't you say so?" and with that twisted the dial and declared "120 pouce, a full twelve pouce taller than Goliath, remember him?"

"MAKE ME THE NEW GOLIATH!" screamed Porthos as Henri pulled the lever.

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Chapter Four

"Mon dieu" declared Aramis as he cast his eyes among the gathered cadets at the start of the horse race the following day, "I knew we had a lot of people putting their names down, but never this many!"

"Aye" nodded Athos, "I can already see at least forty of them not even making it to the swim on Thursday!"

"A wager, mon amis?" chuckled Aramis, but Athos declined saying "By the way, where are Henri and Porthos? I thought they would want to see this?"

"On a mission" replied Aramis, unrolling a parchment, "although I will admit the circumstances by which I found out was rather odd. I was just about to go to bed last night when there was a knock at my door. I opened it and I found this parchment but no messenger delivering it!"

"Ah" nodded Athos, "one of their secret missions then!"

"Indeed" replied Aramis and summarised the parchment as "It appears they are looking for the location of something called "Le Pouvoir Musculaire" said to be found in Normandy. They believe they will be gone for about a week or so!"

"Shame" replied Athos, "their insight into who will do the best is always interesting. Remember last year they both correctly guessed the winner in every part!"

"Yes" chuckled Aramis, "and drained us all of our weekly wages!" adding "Perhaps it is a good thing they are looking for "Le Pouvoir Musculaire" instead" and then wondered "But what is it?"

***

"IT IS THE UNBRIDLED POWER OF A TITANIC GIANT OF A MAN!" roared Porthos as Henri switched the machine off and Porthos broke free, his body covered in sweat and heaving as he staggered forwards.

As Henri nodded in agreement he said "Indeed, I believe that is an apt description of what it feels like to be so tall, strong and powerful" and with that pulled a tape measure out of his pocket and said "Shall we confirm that?"

Porthos lay on the floor and as Henri suspected, his tape measure wasn't enough. Indeed he had to measure Porthos in three separate stages to get the final tally of "One hundred and twenty six pouce, mon chere, ten and a half pied. Guess that final demonstration of masculinity added a bit?" and chuckled as he recalled Porthos cumming like a madman. As he helped the giant up, he gestured Porthos towards a set of scales and as Porthos stepped on, Henri hid the display from Porthos and said "Guess, mon chere!"

"Seven and a half quintals"

"Not bad" chuckled Henri as he removed his hand to reveal "Just a smidge over nine quintals!"

"Measure me!" came the moaned reply, "Measure every single part of me and tell me, so that I may challenge myself against the man that I am!"

"But of course, mon chere" replied Henri and measuring Porthos, declared each measure in his loudest voice

"Your chest measures a hundred and eighty pouce!"

"More!"

"Your waist measures ninety pouce"

"More, mon chere!"

"As an average your upper arms measure seventy two pouce!"

"Oui, mon chere, challenge me!"

"Your forearms, as an average, measure fifty four pouce!"

"More" panted Porthos, as his manhood started to grow

"Your upper legs, as an average, measure ninety pouce!"

"Please, mon chere" panted Porthos, "challenge me!"

"Your lower legs, as an average, measure seventy two pouce!"

"Mon...chere....I....cannot....hold...it....please...I....beg...you!" grunted Porthos as his manhood reached its maximum

"And finally, but by no means least, the organ that makes every man a man measures..."

"Mon...chere!" came the moaned pleading

"Fifty pouce by twenty five pouce" and with that Henri stepped back and announced "Which makes you...!"

"MON DIEU!" roared Porthos as he came sending streams of cum all the way to the far end of the lab some twenty feet away. As Porthos orgasmed and slumped to the group, Henri peered around him and asked "You wouldn't like to do that in battle would you? Be a lot less messier than cannon!"

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Chapter Five

"Oh, man, did you see the look on that Musketeer's face?"

"The four of us, you, me, Francois and that absolute bear of a man, all finishing within a second of each other!"

"Oh yeah" moaned Larry as he bucked his hips, "I wouldn't mind showing him me cumming within a second of each other!"

As the three friends downed their celebratory mugs of beer in one, James added "So, of the eighty of us who started, we've already lost twenty eight, so our odds are now one in twenty chance of one of us becoming a proper Musketeer, just think by the end of this week, we'll know three Musketeers, Henri, Porthos and whichever one of us wins"

"Then hail the new Musketeers" declared Francois as they chinked their empty mugs and as James poured around round of beer, the Count lowered himself from the window sill and rubbed his chin. If these men knew Henri and Porthos, then perhaps that could be their undoing and as the Count made his escape he couldn't help wonder where the Titan and his apprentice were.

***

"Come on, Porthos, ten more!"

As Porthos's cavernous chest quivered. his breathing quickened and his pecs bulged as he lifted the sedan with Henri in it and grunted.

"Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six..."

"Oh, mon chere" moaned Henri as Porthos continued to count, "your accent makes it sound like you want to make love to me when you say that word" and with that commanded "And another five for good measure!"

"Onze, Douze, Treize....Quatorze....QUINZE!" and as Porthos lowered the car to his chest he came, moaning "For you mon chere, I would do anything!"

"Anything?" asked Henri, as he got out of the car, his eyebrows raised

"Anything, mon chere!"

"Then prepare the machine" declared Henri, "for I wouldst challenge your might!"

***

"Entrez"

As the Count entered the home of the man the Cardinal and he were sponsoring, the Count found him naked, doing an exercise that he recognised from the times he had spied on Henri and as he asked "How many?" the man grunted "Five hundred, your Grace, from the moment I got back until now!"

"In less than two hours" noted the Count, nodding his appreciation, "then we were right to choose you as our candidate for the Test!"

As the man jumped up, he stood to attention and as he did so the Count asked "So tell me, M. Taureau, is it true what I have been led to believe? That you love your fellow man, more than you love a woman?"

As the man nodded, the Count chuckled and had a wicked grin on his face

"In the run tomorrow, I want you to show off your strength to this man" and produced a drawing of Larry, adding "He too, loves his fellow man and I believe he wishes to feel the power that you possess!"

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Chapter Six

"Oh man, please, you two, please, I am begging you, let me go!"

As both Francois and James tried their best to restrain Larry on his bed by his arms, they bulged as Larry tried to break free

"You don't understand" he grunted, "I must have that man. Those glutes, those powerful hard glutes, I want to kidnap him, take him home, plug him into the machine, grow him to fifty feet tall, make him a literal giant, take his BMI up to 50, make those powerful god like muscles ever bigger and then ram him, ram him until we both cum like GODS!" and with that he broke free, jumped off the bed and declared "Listen guys, I'll be back before the pack march, you have my word" and with that burst out of the house.

"I've never seen Larry that riled up before" said James as he sat up, "it's not like him. I mean, yes, he loves to worship people bigger than himself, but never to that extreme!"

"We shall just have to find him then" chuckled Francois and with that they both left, not noticing the Count hiding in the bushes near to the house, smiling from ear to ear.

***

"Oh, MON CHERE!" roared Henri as he broke free of the restraints and slumped to the ground. As he stood up towering over Porthos by a good ten feet, he moaned "Such strength, such power, such masculinity" and with that picked up Porthos and moaned "Take me, mon chere!"

Porthos smiled and as he did so, he said "Ah, mon chere, but it wouldn't be right, not without your hat!" and placed the hat that only just fit Henri's head and said "There, now you are mon dieu!"

As Henri lowered Porthos to the ground he smiled and was about to say "Aye, this hat has seen a lot through the years" when Porthos quickly turned and pressed a red button. Suddenly Henri stood stock still, his eyes completed gazed over and his hat fell off to reveal a metal helmet with an aerial sticking up out of it. As Porthos moaned he picked up a microphone and said "What is your name?"

"I do not know" came the montone reply

"Your name is Slave, I am your master, Issac, and from now until I deem suitable, your only question shall be "Now?" Do you understand?"

As Henri nodded, Porthos's manhood started to bulge against his breeches and as he rubbed it he moaned "Soon, soon, Heracles, soon we shall both feel his power!"

***

"Who are you?" panted Larry as he found the man of his dreams, standing naked in the garden of a house

"You desire me?" replied the man

"Desire you?" moaned Larry, "I want to make you my husband!"

"Merci" declared the Count behind him and before Larry could react, the Count knocked him out cold. As Larry slumped to the floor, the Count chuckled and with that looked at his nominee.

"This is the man that wishes to feel your power. Do you consent to him doing so?"

As the man nodded, the Count took out a small vial and poured the contents into Larry's open mouth then gesturing to the man said "Take him to your home. When he wakes, he will have no re-collection of who he is. You know what you have to do?" to which the man replied "I do, your Grace" and throwing Larry over his shoulder walked off, whilst the Count walked off in the other direction, chuckling to himself.

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Chapter Seven

"Speak to me, mon amis, are you hurt?"

As Larry's eyes opened, the bear of a man declared "Oh, praise the Lord, for he lives!" and with that helped Larry up and as he did he hugged him and asked "Are you alright, mon amis?"

Larry patted himself and smiled "Non, I think I am alright" and then frowned saying "Apart from the fact that I don't know who I am, or indeed who you are?"

The bear of a man sank to his knees and screamed "Curse you, Musketeers, curse you and your Captain" and with that, stood up with tears in his eyes and sobbed an explanation. He and Larry had been walking through the streets of Paris, complimenting each other on their performance in the run that day when, completely without any warning, Athos and Aramis, members of the King's Musketeers pounced on them charging Larry with with being a spy for the Cardinal. The two fought off the attackers valiantly, but with a cruel vengeance Athos had punched Larry so hard that he crashed to the ground and "oh, mon amis, you cannot remember a thing!" and with that slumped into Larry's chest wailing "Our love, our love has been extinguished"

"You...You love me?" asked Larry, his eyes open

"With all my love, mon chere!" and with that the bear kissed him. As he did Larry felt his manhood rising and as he looked into the man's deep blue eyes he moaned "Then, mon chere, let us start again anew!" and kissed him in return. As they did, the Count, watching from behind a bush chuckled. The Cardinal's plan now had a back up.

***

"Master Issac" declared Henri as he held the sedan above his head, "does this please you?"

Porthos's moans of "Aye, slave, you do please me!" were mingled with the grunting of Henri lifting the car up and down. Henri was now a giant of a man, thirty feet tall, stronger than Heracles, Porthos and even Atlas combined and with his mind now a blank Porthos knew that he could have his merry way with him, but wanted to test him as much as he could and so commanding Henri to lower the car, he got out and craning his neck asked "Slave, do you believe that you can resist anything?"

"I can resist whatever you demand I resist, for thou art my master!"

Porthos's manhood now won the battle between it and Porthos's breeches and as it burst out, its fifteen inch mass bobbing in time with Porthos's pulse, Porthos moaned "Even the thunder that makes the ground rumble?" to which Henri's reply of a nod caused Porthos to slump to his knees as a copious amount of pre cum left his manhood.

"Then prepare yourself, slave, and show me your resistance!"

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Chapter Eight

"So, we looked everywhere for him, came up a complete blank and thought that the best thing we could do was to tell you!"

As Aramis rubbed his chin listening to James and Francois's explanations, he nodded his understanding and said "There are people who say that myself and Porthos are involved in such a relationship, complete fallacies of course, it is the women of Paris who swoon for me, but you did the right thing in telling me. I will look at the records to see who this man is and..."

"That's him there" said James and pointed to the bear of a man. As Aramis looked him up and down he nodded sagely and said "Ah, yes, M. Taureau, there have been rumours running all over headquarters about him. He always loves to show off his strength in front of the other cadets and not in front of the ladies of Paris. Keep an eye on him from now on!"

"But...that would mean..." stammered Francois to which Aramis smiled

"Breaking the pack march record!" he chuckled

***

"Slave, you understand what I want you to do?"

As Henri nodded, his naked body strapped to the metal doors that led to the outside world from the lab, Porthos had to grit his teeth.

"Do you know what these are called?"

"You called them alligator clips, master!"

"Indeed, and they are called so because of these teeth" and with that Porthos demonstrated the action, "to test your prowess, slave, it will be required to attach these to your chest and both parts of your manhood. This will be the first part of your test, can you withstand the pain they will inflict?"

"Aye" replied Henri, resolute, "for you are my master and have commanded me to withstand the pain!"

As Porthos climbed the ladder he attached one of the clips to Henri's right nipple and as he did, Henri grit his teeth, then slid down and attached another clip to the tip of his cock and another to the right hand ball. Then moving to the other ladder on the other side of the door, he did the same again, this time attaching one clip to the base of Henri's cock and as he stepped back to admire the view, he could see Henri's chest heaving already.

"I know that you are are resisting the pain already, slave, therefore nod if you are willing to continue!"

As Henri nodded, Porthos's own manhood bulged again and as he reached the console, he sat down, ripped off his breeches and started to rub it as he turned a dial. Slowly, but surely, the readout started to register both the current flowing into his husband and the pulse of his heart. As he watched his husband's teeth grit harder and his body quiver, he started to rub his manhood faster and faster, increasing the current and forcing his husband's pulse higher and higher and as he moaned in desire he wondered what would happen first. Would his husband beg for mercy, spill his seed, perform a feat of strength never seen before or would he spill his seed?

"I hope it's the latter" he moaned as he increased the current.

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Chapter Nine

As Henri's body arched, every fibre of his muscular body straining to break free, his heart pounding at close to a thousand beats every minute, Porthos was a lost cause, writhing in the chair, his manhood harder and longer than he had ever been, rubbing it furiously, gritting his teeth not wanting the pain and agony to end and yet wanting the moment when he split his seed and then release his husband from the torture he was putting him through, but as Henri continued to resist, Porthos's manhood wasn't going to give up the fight that easily.

"Please" grunted Porthos, his chest heaving, huge gulps of air in between each laboured breath, "let...me...spill...my...seed...my....husband!"

Suddenly, there was such a roar of such unimaginable manliness, a roar that seemed to come from the very depths of Henri's soul, a roar so powerful that Henri broke free of the restraints and as he did he came and fell face first into the pool he created. As he landed, the electricity surged through him, his cum conducting the power and as it did, Henri started to glow. Porthos shielded his eyes from the light and as he did he heard a voice.

"BEHOLD MASTER" it bellowed, "I AM THE ULTIMATE SLAVE!" and with that an explosion knocked Porthos off his feet and as he landed against the console, he passed out.

***

"Breathe deeply, mon amis, nice big deep breaths!"

As Aramis gestured to Francois to breathe deeply, he nodded to James who threw another bucket of water over him.

It had been ten minutes since the longest record in the history of the Musketeers had been broken, a record that everyone thought was impossible. Francois had completed the thirty mile pack march in four and a half hours precisely, shaving a good twenty minutes off the record set nearly twenty years previously and all as part of the plan that Aramis had devised to ensure that Francois, James, Larry and the bear of a man, now lying on the opposite site of the road, exhausted to the point of collapse as the top qualifiers for the swim the following day and as Francois started to recover slowly, his plan was working. Gesturing to James to continue throwing water on Francois, Aramis wandered over to the bear of a man and asked him "You knew how hard the Test was, it is not called it for nothing!"

"I...will...become...a...Musketeer!" came the panted response

As Aramis nodded and turned, he glanced at Larry lying next to him and reported back to James

"His eyes aren't white" he replied, "they're brown"

"Then, it has happened again mon amis" and with that Aramis bowed his head "The curse of Milady has struck again!"

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Chapter Ten

As Aramis and Athos stood ready to set the remaining twenty cadets on their ten mile swim against the current of the Seine, Aramis's eyes were locked on Larry who was nudging the bear of the man next to him, then pointing to his friends and chuckling. He knew that the potion, devised by some far Eastern vizir and given to the Cardinal as a present several years ago and used so cruelly on Henri when he first arrived in Paris, a potion that could make anyone subject to another, was being used by this man to ensure that he and Larry were the only remaining cadets, but James and Francois had promised that they would do everything possible, even pushing themselves to beyond the limits of the human body, to ensure that they made it to the final stage and so as he nodded to Athos, who did the same, Aramis declared "On your marks" and with that raised the rifle and fired sending them all into the river. As they all started on the marathon swim, Aramis closed his eyes and whispered "God speed, mes amis"

***

"Porthos, Porthos, mon chere, can you hear me?"

As Porthos opened his eyes, Henri breathed a sigh of relief and helping him to his feet said "Oh, mon dieu, Porthos, please, do not do that again!"

"Why did you call me Porthos?"

"Because that's your name!" replied Henri with a smile

"But...But...What is your name?"

"Henri, Henri de Ceredigion" which was followed by "You haven't lost your memory have you? That was quite a fall you took"

"Fall?"

"Yes, you remember, I told you that I wanted to be challenged. As I made my way over to the machine, I heard a crash, turned around and there you were, completely unconscious on the floor" and with that he chuckled "You were dreaming of me becoming your slave weren't you?"

Porthos moaned as he nodded which prompted Henri to chuckle "I really must be more careful what I say when experiencing the power that I possess" and with that knelt down and whispered "I can't become your slave, but...would you like me to make you the second most powerful man ever to exist?"

Porthos's eyes opened wide and gasped "But that would mean...you know him? You know him and he would willingly seed some of his power to me?"

"Know him?" chuckled Henri and with that he took several large steps away from Porthos, declared "To me, Adam" at which point his sword flew into his hand and as he raised it he declared "I am him" and with that screamed "For the glory of France!"

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