Apr 25, 2026

Conan the Barbarian

Cartoony drawing of Conan, standing dressed in his fur-trimmed boots, leather arm guards, a fur jockstrap, and a headband. Behind him are some rocks with his weapons resting against them. Conan holds his hand up, looking at us like we caught him in the wrong moment. Both Conan’s palms are burning red. “This is not what it–” stutters Conan. “It’s from all the sword wielding! And doing pushups! And pullups!” he shakes his hand, trying to cool it. “Not from relentless conanism!”

Cartoony drawing of Conan, standing dressed in his fur-trimmed boots, leather arm guards, and a headband. Behind him are some rocks with his weapons resting against them, and the ground around him is covered in cum. Conan is jerking his massive schlong. “Here it comes again!” he cheers. “I wish I could stroke my big, fat cock all day instead of fighting evil sorcerers!” Conan sticks his tongue out to catch a big load. “Oh wait, I can! Sorcerers aren’t going anywhere.”


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