Date: Fri, 25 Jun 2021 21:53:04 +0000 From: Underjug Subject: Hunk-ules Hunk-ules by Underjug, inspired by Shotaro M/b, con, oral, rim ********** IF YOU ENJOY THIS STORY, SUPPORT NIFTY! HELP THE SITE TO REACH THEIR GOAL THIS MONTH! Support Nifty in any way you can so we don't lose this wonderful, free archive. Visit: http://donate.nifty.org/ Thanks to all who email with nice things to say. I also post my stories at the AlltheFallen and 3DBoys sites. ********** Hercules - that's who he was. The actor had instructed the cast and crew to refer to him by that name so he could immerse himself in the character for the live-action version of the musical. On all counts, the man was tailormade for the title role. Not only did he possess ruggedly handsome looks with a barrel-chested, heavy-limbed physique, but he could also act and sing. Even a wig was unneeded since his natural hairstyle resembled Disney's Greek god. So thrilled were the producers with their dream casting they'd bent over backward to accommodate his two demands - he'd got the costume department to make him an extra outfit for his private use and he'd got the set decorators to build a section of the city of Thebes in his hotel room. All in the name of helping him remain in character. However, that wasn't the real reason. The stage was set, as it were, to fulfill his fantasy. He wanted to stand as Hercules in the world of Greece with two naked underage boys orally servicing his cock and ass. Fate had smiled upon the actor. Among the chorus were four young lads. Two of them in the play were villains in disguise as part of a fiendish plot to fool Hercules - their speaking roles listed as Boy 1 and Boy 2. The blond and redheaded seven-year-olds cast as the two boys had made Hercules' mouth water. Not only were the pair cute and charming, but also during breaks in rehearsal they'd made no attempt to hide how much they enjoyed the attention of the man. Soon the two were following him around like little ducklings. Best of all, whenever Hercules sat down with legs spread, he noticed their eyes stealing glances up his leather war skirt. Arranging to get Boy 1 and Boy 2 into the man's private hotel room was fairly simple. The chaperones for the kids, being young themselves, were more into their cell phones than their jobs, so no one would even notice if the two boys pulled a disappearing act. The lax atmosphere allowed Hercules to work the situation to his advantage. He also lucked out on the pair's first visit. Boy 1 and Boy 2 were thrilled to see Hercules still dressed in his costume and couldn't believe a section of the city from the musical was within reach in the living room. As the trio hung out and chatted, the topic turned to times when they were naughty and here, too, Hercules knew he'd chosen well. Boy 1 mentioned his experiences with a boy sitter. Boy 2 told of his experiences with his Cubs leader. This would make things even easier for Hercules, since the little ones had already engaged in and enjoyed sex. As a bonus, in each story it was the boy who was made to tend to the pubescent dude. Hercules flexed both arms to show off and the duo stood on the bed squeezing his sculpted muscles in wonder and awe. "I'll tell you boys a secret," said Hercules. The pair leaned in. "This is the body of a god." "You really are one?!" "Sh, this just between us. But gods like me are still known to come down from Olympus." "So, you really are Hercules?" "In the flesh. What they don't tell you is - we gods are always horny. Our man meat and buns need constant satisfaction." "Whoa..." "That's why I've chosen you boys. Remember in the musical how Hercules as a baby was fed a potion that turned him mortal?" "The baby had to drink every drop," explained Boy 1, "but he didn't." "Yeah, and like the song says," said Boy 2, "because he didn't drink every single drop of the potion he still had godlike strength." "Well, my manhood produces a potion that can turn you mortals into a god." "Really?!" "That's right, I've got my very own Grecian formula." "Wow!" "But you have to please both my cock and crack, like you did with your boy sitter and Cubs leader. If you drink my potion every chance you get, maybe you, too, will become a god like me. Strip down and kneel to blow and rim Hercules." The man couldn't believe his dream of preteen boys devoted to his sexual satisfaction would be made real. He removed his war skirt and stood semi-nude from the waist down in his leather sleeveless tunic and bracers, blue flowing cloak, and red headband. The boys shucked their clothes, then dropped down and positioned themselves between his mid-calf sandals. The view of their smooth, sexy, pencil-thin bodies made Hercules continue to salivate. It was good to know their tiny twigs were standing at attention, the boys deriving pleasure from the opportunity of giving him pleasure. Though the smooth undeveloped cocklets would never see action, they were like little thumbs-up signaling that the boys enjoyed the task of getting Hercules off. In contrast, the monster cock of Hercules commanded the attention of the young servers. The two stared in slack-jawed wonder and couldn't stop praising the impressive equipment they were allowed to play with. In the musical, there was a joke in a song about a Pecs and Flex Gift Shop that sold a workout scroll called "Buns of Bronze." Which described the man's ass perfectly with its full, firm, tanned cheeks. Hercules smiled knowing his own rod and pucker were about to be stimulated and satisfied. What the pair were doing together was explained as "double-teaming." Putting the two sex acts together would be the ultimate for Hercules. He stood with a wide stance and knees slightly bent; with two kneeling servers eager to prove their worth. "Now that you've agreed to taste the nectar of a god," said Hercules, "you're no longer just Boy 1 and Boy 2. What does Meg call me in the show?" "Wonderboy." "That's right. From now on you're both my Wonderboys." The pair squealed in delight. Hercules went on: "You will be Blond Wonderboy and you will be Red Wonderboy. I'll call you Blond and Red for short. Let's see if you can earn the right to service your god." The tykes looked at one another like they'd just landed career-defining roles. No, their reactions were even stronger, like they'd won Tonys. "We promise to blow and rim you really good." "Yeah, we won't let you down." "I know," smiled Hercules, "it was like you were born for the part." On his cock was Blond Wonderboy and in his ass was Red Wonderboy. Hercules decided for each visit he would come twice. A good number, it seemed, to satisfy his sexual appetite without completely draining him. And it ensured equal portions to his servers so that neither got it in his head he was being deprived of his fair share. The underage duo got to work in a quest for approval from Hercules and the drinkable formula that might also make them gods. Blond wrapped his tiny hand around the base to steady the adult cock and with his tiny mouth bobbed back and forth on the shaft. Red placed his tiny hands on each full butt cheek and wormed his tiny tongue up into the pucker. The blowjob took only a little bit of training. Blond had at first jerked the foreskin. But it was explained to him even though this was what the boy sitter had preferred, Hercules desired the feel of a small mouth gliding up and down the shaft without the cheat of a handjob. It meant Blond had to work harder creating plentiful suction, shaping the lips, holstering with the palate, massaging with the tongue, and suppressing the gag reflex. Rimming was a different matter altogether. To Hercules' surprise, Red mentioned his Cubs leader had enjoyed having his bum hole licked with a tongue and poked with fingers. Being penetrated held no interest for Hercules, so he explained it was gods who did all the inserting. But he would welcome the teasing of a boy's tongue around the hole, which produced all the pleasure the man would ever want. Red was happy to hear this and proved how talented he was at anal stimulation. Both Wonderboys were eager to please and grateful for the opportunity to put their sexual techniques learned from their pubescent dudes to good use. Each redoubled his efforts when hearing groans of ecstasy from up above. Their world was limited to the erogenous zones of the full-bodied stallion. Nothing had to be done by Hercules except to stand with knees bent and enjoy the ministrations of two naked preteens whose only concern was his approval. They did all the work, since the body of a god was to be honored. Powerful sustenance was produced from his manhood which they understood had to be consumed. Hercules truly felt like a deity being worshipped by a pair of Theban boys. Mouths and tongues were their only tools to satisfy the man's cock and ass. Under the sound of his deep groans were wet sucks and slurps. The pleasure was in most but not all of his cock buried in the fellator's mouth with the knob bumping up against the small resistant throat. And in the anilinguist lapping his sensitive ring which sent ripples of delight up to his ballsack. The Wonderboys belonged on their knees between his legs. Sucking his cock and tonguing his ass. The velvety wet cave of Blond and teeny probing pointer of Red were perfectly suited to the god's meat and buns. Each bob and lap brought him to even greater levels of bliss. No erotic sensation could outmatch what he was experiencing with these two hungry boys. The double-teaming drove Hercules to the edge of Mount Olympus. Deep within his sack the white lava had been swirling under pressure. The two little mouths and tongues continued to churn and tease. Hercules knew he couldn't hold back. Erotic sensations in his muscular body had steadily built until every nerve ending received a jolt like from an electric chair. "Rrrraaaaannnhhhh! I am Hercules!" growled the horny beast of a god. His heightened arousal got him firing out the fiercest, heaviest, vastest load from his balls. Equaling the volcanic eruption of Mount Vesuvius! Hercules was vaguely aware of one mouth busy glugging the contents from the thick rod and the other mouth still weakly battering against the now-clenched asshole. Contentment rippled through the man's entire being. Every muscle slackened. A grin played on his lips. Red seemed to know to back out of the ass. Blond finished draining the residual semen. "You've pleased the mighty Hercules with your double-teaming." The Wonderboys looked up with grateful smiles. Blond exclaimed, "Your potion shot out like a fire hydrant that got cranked open." Red marveled, "And your buns almost felt like they could crush my face." "Then you know you've done your job right," smirked Hercules. The Wonderboys were told to switch places for the next double-teaming. This time Red would be blowing and Blond would be rimming. Hercules was still so horny his cock hadn't even softened. Each tiny mouth opened at around his midsection and set about pleasing their magnificent god. Red would need the most amount of work when it came to blowjobs, because the boy's Cubs leader was all about lapping at a cock with the tongue and ending the job with a facial. It's not that Hercules wasn't into tongue baths, but the technique was for variety only. The cock of a deity was meant for full oral service. And cum was not to be wasted on a face; it needed to be savored and absorbed. So it would take Red a little while not only to get used to his throat being invaded but also handling a much larger cock. Naturally Hercules assumed it would take some convincing to get Blond onside with ass play since the kid's boy sitter hadn't asked for anything to be done to his pucker. But Blond proved himself remarkably enthusiastic, and after seeing how at ease Red was with licking a bum he didn't hesitate when called upon; there were no second thoughts or requests for exemption. Blond got his face deep up there in the crack that left the man in a state of bliss. Hercules noted subtle differences in the technique of each Wonderboy. Red when going down on him used a hint more suction and kept his tongue looser. Blond when performing anilingus lapped more steadily over the pucker and probed within less often. This felt like a different experience altogether. Except for the fact Hercules was standing again with arms flexed while being serviced. He may not have been a true god, but he felt like one. The man understood now why immortals had come down from their ethereal realm to experience earthly delights. Nothing could be better than being worshiped by mere mortals who considered spunk the nectar of the gods. "My Wonderboys, you must keep making the mighty Hercules feel good." Snapping to attention, Blond and Red dove into their tasks with even greater fervor. All Hercules had to do was affirm to these preteens that they had to satisfy his lust and he would be sated. Their entire world was his groin and glutes; nothing else mattered but his ramrod and rosebud. Every time Hercules let a sigh or a groan or a huff escape his lips he could sense the boys almost squeal with giddiness at the good job they were doing. Their greatest desire, to please. Their greatest gift, his potion. The massive cock remained as rigid as cast iron and throbbed in ecstasy. Hercules could practically feel the gurgling in his scrotum. Two deeper licks into his crack were just the jumpstart needed to trigger a second mighty orgasm. "Rrrrkkkkkkkkkkkk! Yes! You've pleased Hercules well!" The struggling gulps down below brought a smirk to the horny stud. Cum was rushing down Red's gullet. Blond had retreated his face to avoid the vice-grip of the man's ass. Hercules lowered his flexed arms and relished the final sucks of his fellator. "My Wonderboys have been slaked," he sighed with contentment. "And now we must get you clean." He scooped up the giggling lads in each arm and carried them into the shower. "What does Hermes say in the play?" asked Hercules. "Hot stuff coming through!" giggled Blond. "And what is Wind Titan's only line?" asked Hercules. "Blow him away!" squealed Red. "And that you did!" On the tiled floor Hercules stripped himself completely and washed up with the naked duo. He impressed upon them the importance of a facial scrub after each servicing, but he kept it to himself the purpose being to erase any scent of their sex. All the boys knew was they were to be squeaky clean for their god. Afterward the Wonderboys were allowed to lie naked with Hercules on the bed until they were dry enough to put back on clothes. The man said his line from the play when his character rescued the pair even though they were actually villains in disguise. "How you boys doin'?" Red beamed and said his line, "We're okay now." Blond beamed and also said his line, "Jeepers, mister. You're really strong." Each youngster hugged one of his massive arms. "That's because according to the song," lectured Hercules, "I have the moxie, brains, and... what?" "Spunk!" exclaimed the sucker and licker in unison. "Which I fed my Wonderboys!" smiled Hercules. He'd make this exchange part of their routine when being blown and rimmed twice daily. The routine would end with one final question and answer. One they would all think about while acting onstage. This would be their little secret, a dirty meaning behind the lines in the musical. Hercules smiled, "And according to the song, you made some sweet music with who?" The Wonderboys exclaimed, "Hunk-ules!"