Slave Boys From Beyond Infinity!: The Captive World of Herodotus

If you’re a Sword & Sorcery fan like me, then nothing satisfies your geeky impulses like arenas full of curvaceous, broadsword-bearing behemoths ripped and stripped for action.

Sword of The Barbarians, Thor The Conqueror, The Ironmaster — I’ve seen ‘em all, and now one ingenious artist has taken everything I love about them to their most logical conclusion:

Merciless, jizz-spurting grudge fucks.

Peruse the galleries of Herodotus, and witness a gamut of Boris Vallejo-inspired warrior-kings, superheroes, masked men, concubines, whoring despots, and assorted man chattel cranking shaft, riding rods, raping ass, and blowing seed all over the imperial throne room.

It’s all the juvenile, overheated male pigism of the Gor novels turned inward upon itself, blurring the line between conqueror and conquered in a well-oiled haze.

As it should be.