Date: Wed, 4 Nov 2020 17:28:05 -0500
From: mr.evan.andrews@gmail.com
Subject: Hercules Bound chapter one - celebrity

Hercules Bound
Chapter One: Danger in the Mist
Evan Andrews
2020

This is a fan fiction.

Given how convoluted Hercules' story has become in myth, legend, and modern
drama, don't expect this to fit cleanly into any version you know. It's its
own story with its own continuity. And its own style. Xena ruined me for
serious Greco-Roman fantasy. I admit it.

To make things easy for me, I imagined certain people in certain roles. In
this chapter, for, example, I imagine Herc being played by Kellan Lutz,
Iolaus by WCW wrestler Evan Karagias, Ares by Xena's Kevin Smith, and Eros
by Karl Urban. Your casting may vary. This story should in no way be
considered a true representation of the sexuality of either the actors or
the characters.

The story depicts males in sexual situations with other males. (This
chapter also includes a couple of paragraphs that might be taken for males
having sex with females but trust me, they aren't.) If this offends you, if
you are underage, or if reading such is illegal where you are please stop
reading now. Thank you.

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It was Iolaus said it.

"Are you really sure this is a good idea? Because I have a bad feeling
about this. It feels like some sort of trap."

Hercules turned his head and looked over at his companion and friend, his
mortal brother's mortal son. The young man stood maybe half a head shorter
than he did. He wore his black hair long and braided to frame a handsome
clean-shaven face. His muscular body, like Herc's own, was clothed in
nothing more than pteryges belted around the waist and covering a
loincloth. His bronze sword hung from the belt, and calf-high sandals were
buckled to his feet. A good boy, a fine companion, but he imagined
things. Neither his mother's blood, nor his father's, carried the gift of
prophecy, so, like a fool, Hercules brushed Iolaus' warning off.

"Of course it's a trap," he said, "But what of it? You heard the
villagers. It's just a couple of sex-crazed nymphs. Maybe too much for
simple farmers to deal with, but nothing a pair of hot-blooded stallions
like us can't handle."

The vainglorious demigod reached through the straps of pteryges, grabbed at
his impressive sexual equipment, and hefted it.

 "I'm up for it. Don't tell me you're not."

Iolaus shot an exasperated glare at his uncle.

"Anything you can fuck, I can fuck just as well," he boasted, and Herc
turned back towards the mist-laden vale.

Iolaus watched as Herc walked away. His uncle was all Iolaus had ever
aspired to be. Broad through the shoulders and muscular as a demigod ought
to be. Broad pecs and a taunt belly, arms that could hold and crush with
ease, and legs that stood where they were planted and gave way to neither
man nor beast. And his face was fair and noble. When he was old enough to
be told that Uncle Herc was one of the sons of Zeus, Iolaus hadn't doubted
it for a second. He'd accepted it and stuck by his uncle, venerating him as
an earthly substitute for far-off Zeus. Once he'd hoped Herc would take him
as his eromenos when he grew old enough, but Herc hadn't, leaving the young
man to another. Only later did Iolaus see the wisdom in this. Men taking
younger men as lovers was one thing, men taking their nephews as lovers was
something else, something profane. Instead, it wasn't until after Iolaus
and his erastes had finally parted ways that the young man fell in with his
uncle as companion, charioteer, and all-around wingman. He watched Herc's
muscles flex below the pteryges. The fabric of his loincloth clung to the
contours of his firm ass was visible for a few seconds as the straps
swayed. He sighed. Better to fuck alongside his idol if he couldn't fuck
with him.

"So, let's do it," Iolaus said and followed Herc into the mist.

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High on Olympus, a breeze rippled the scrying pool.

"Really, mortal," said Eros, god of love and lust, in response to Iolaus'
boast, "You can fuck better? We'll just have to put that to the test, won't
we?"

"Hush, my son," Ares, god of war, said, "It's enough that they've walked
into the trap. By the time we get there, I'll have the mighty Hercules
right where I want him, and we can make our entrances."

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The mists were clammy, and the feeling of the forest eerie. Iolaus didn't
like it one bit, but part of travelling with Herc was following his uncle's
libido from encounter to encounter. Usually the young man wasn't averse to
that. He got laid maybe ten times more often, and with better partners,
than he would have if he had stayed at home.

"I wonder what these over-sexed nymphs will look like?" he wondered, "I
hope they're hot."

Suddenly a pair of naked female forms coalesced out of the mists and took
solid form. Hot did not begin to describe them. They were dark of hair and
eye, voluptuous in a way mortals never could be. Gold jingled on their
wrists and at their throats, and delicate peacock eyes hung from their
earlobes. Iolaus' cock sprang to attention as the nymphs sidled up to the
two heroes and put so-soft hands on the men's chests.

"So big and hard," the one attending to Hercules said as she ran her hand
over his massive pecs.

"Very big and very hard," the demigod corrected her.

Herc took hold over her hand and guided it down to the rigid cock trapped
inside his loincloth to prove the assertion. As the nymph stroked the
hidden shaft, Herc unbuckled his pteryges and let them fall to the ground.

"Juicy," said the other nymph as she nibbled on Iolaus' ear. He stood stiff
as she coiled around him. Her hand also went for the family jewels in his
loincloth, and she seemed to like what she found.

"Mmm," she hummed in the ear she was licking, "I like. I just squeeze it a
little and look at all the juice that I get."

Iolaus' loincloth did sport a wet spot by the head of his cock, but all he
could do was gasp as she teased his equipment. The nymph's touch was
magical, and clearly she was in control99. No wonder all but the cockiest
of men avoided the place.

"Let me show you some other juice, lover," the nymph whispered into Iolaus'
ear.

Meanwhile, Hercules dry humped his nymph. His hands cupped her ass and he
ground his crotch into hers.

"Yes," she moaned as she guided his cock free of its restraints and stroked
its length, anointing the shaft and especially the meaty head with his
pre-cum.

"This is what I want! This is what I need!" she cried.

She turned her back on the demigod and rubbed the crack of her ass up and
down his rigid member.

"Is this what you want?" she teased.

"It's what I'm going to have!" Herc boasted, and with a grunt he sank his
now lubed length into her anal chute. After he worked out his first rush of
sexual energy he'd switch to her cooze and fuck her into better behavior,
but for now he'd make do with sweet nymph ass.

"Aiyeee!" she screamed as he began to fuck in earnest, "Yes! Give that cock
to me, hero! Don't hold back!"

And Herc didn't. He slammed against her bouncy ass, sinking his length home
again and again and again, and the nymph took it. The cock that had reduced
any number of women (and one or two men) to quivering servility this
creature was taking in stride. In fact, it didn't seem to be enough no
matter how hard he slammed it into her.

"Fuck me!" she ordered, "Fuck me harder! I know you can do it."

She grabbed at his hands and pulled them round her.

"My tits," she cried, "Hold them!"

He took hold of her breasts, squeezed them, and flicked the nail of his
thumb over her right nipple.

"Yes," she cried, "Hold me tight!"

Herc pulled her close to him, and when her back was tight against his chest
she moaned, "Perfect! That's right where I want you."

But as she moaned, her voice deepened and took on male characteristics.

"What the fuck," Herc demanded as she stopped moving entirely.

"The fuck. Yes," the male voice said, "So bright. I knew you'd see right to
the heart of the matter."

And Herc finally recognized the voice.

"Ares," Herc spat.

"In the immortal flesh," the god of war said as he stepped out of the
mists.

Ares was dressed after the style of his latest votaries, the savage plains
horsemen away up north in the barbarian lands. Supple black leather
leggings wrapped his legs above calf-high boots and were tied up the
front. Even Herc could see how they were struggling to contain a massive
erection. Ares' hairy chest was partially hidden by a sleeveless vest
decorated with enough silver studs to buy a several of the finest horses
from Ilium. Long wavy black hair topped a cruel face, and a barbarian
affectation, the goatee, framed a sneering mouth.

"Are you enjoying my plaything here?"

Herc tried to let go of the nymph, in order to get his hands around Ares'
throat, tried to pull out of her hot ass, but he couldn't. He was stuck
tight to the lump that used to be a woman, of sorts, like hot pitch to
rope. His hands, his face, his body, his legs, even his cock were all stuck
tight. He'd been cunningly trapped by the cruelest of gods.

"Gargh!" the demigod roared as he summoned all his strength for one last
attempt to break free.

He failed.

"Give it up, Herc" Ares teased as he stepped up to his half-brother, "This
is the latest little trick from Hephaistos' studio, one of them at
least. You won't be getting loose until I release you."

"Fuck you!" Herc growled, "Iolaus, help me!"

"Oh, I'm afraid your little friend is busy, Brother. Take a look."

Ares released his brother's head, twisting it so he could see where Iolaus
knelt before the other nymph in order to eat her pussy. Except it wasn't
the nymph now, not a nymph at all. It wasn't even female. A male figure in
a short leather kilt stood before Iolaus. The mystery man had both hands on
Iolaus' head, and he was busy grinding Iolaus' face against the tent in his
garment. His nephew's hands were bound to his ankles by the same sort of
goo that held Herc fast, but it didn't seem like Iolaus was trying to break
free—or trying anything at all. The standing male looked back over his
shoulder and smirked at the trapped hero.

"Hello, Uncle. Mom sends her regards."

"Eros," Herc spat, "What are you doing here?"

"I know. You wouldn't expect me to be chumming up with dear old Dad," the
blond young god said, "But here I am. And as you can see, rather than
rushing to your aid, your little friend here has found he has something
more important to attend to."

With that, Eros let drop his abbreviated kilt and took his shaft in
hand. Grabbing a handful of Iolaus' hair, he held the young man's face
where he wanted it and rubbed the weeping cockhead over the young man's
lips.

"Yes," the godling said, "Smell that pre-cum, mortal. It's
intoxicating. You love that smell. The smell, and—ah, what must it taste
like? You'll never know until you open your mouth and suck my cock."

"Iolaus!" Herc cried, "Be strong! Don't do it!"

"Silly Uncle," Eros laughed, "This is my dick nectar we're talking about,
and he's just another mortal, no matter what blood you share. He will suck
me."

Eros pressed his swollen love plum against Iolaus' lips.

"Open up, boy," he cooed, "You want it, and I can hardly wait to see what
that silver tongue of yours will make of my cock."

Herc's loyal companion took one final shot at resisting the urge, but then
his resolve failed. His lips parted and Eros' shaft slid into his mouth.

"There, isn't that better?" Eros said as Iolaus sealed his lips around the
love god's prick, "Doesn't it taste good?"

"Mmm," Iolaus moaned an affirmative, and he began to bob on Eros' cockhead.

"Oh, Iolaus," Herc said mournfully.

"It wasn't a fair fight, Uncle," Eros said by way of consolation, "What do
you think I tip my love arrows with? Oysters and asparagus? Your little
friend here—I guess he's what? My cousin, in a way? Well, he can't get
enough of my pre-cum, and he'll do anything to keep getting it—one way
or the other. And when he gets his mouthful of my sperm he'll be my
worshipper forever."

Herc watched in shock as Iolaus' now-released hands went to his waist where
he unbuckled his pteryges, letting them drop to the ground, and then tore
his loincloth open. He took his own rigid cock in hand and began to
masturbate wildly.

"It's a good thing he's a leaker," Eros joked, "Otherwise he might do his
dick some injury the way he's going to be jerking on that meat."

"Damn you," Herc moaned as Iolaus sucked Eros' and flogged his stiff meat.

Herc shut his eyes, trying to will himself into waking up from the
nightmare, until a strong hand cupped one of his ass cheeks.

"Are you done watching, Brother," Ares laughed, and he massaged the
muscular butt, "If you are, then I suppose we can get down to our half of
the business."

"Business?" Herc spat, "What business could we have?"

"The ultimate business," Ares said.

The war god's beard tickled as he breathed the next bit into Herc's ear.

"The business of determining which of us is in charge of the other. Who
gives orders and who obeys. Who's the stud and who's the bitch."

"Fuck you," Herc growled.

"Nope, not today, Brother. Today it's going to be the other way around."

Ares manhandled the tar-baby nymph and its captive to where two great trees
stood conveniently close together. With confidence the war god pulled
Herc's right hand out of the trap. It came free along with a strand of the
goo which Ares used to lash the hand to one of the trees. Then he did the
same thing with Herc's left hand. The ankles followed, and a belt of the
goo around his waist also was lashed to the trees in order to keep Herc's
spread-eagled body upright and centered between the trees where it would be
open to Ares' advances. It was a humiliating position for the hero to find
himself in, but the worst of it was the fact that Herc's traitor cock was
still hard as steel.

"Don't think that your strength is going to be any more use here,
brother. These trees have been growing since Gaea ruled alone and have deep
roots. Now let's see what I have to play with."

Ares ran his hands up and down Herc's back, from his full ass to his strong
back. Tickling his way under Herc's arms, he made his way to the broad
pectorals of Herc's chest, taking time to tease both nipples before heading
south over the defined belly.

"Son," Ares said to Eros as he reached Herc's rigid shaft and began to
pump, "Bring your mortal over here so he can be part of the fun as we break
Hercules."

Eros pulled out of Iolaus' mouth and walked over to stand beside his
father. Iolaus, now free of his goo shackles, crawled submissively after
Eros, his eyes fixed on the love god's spit-slick shaft. He crouched at
Eros's feet and stared up with naked lust in his eyes.

"Not yet, my sweet mortal," Eros said, "Now, up onto your knees."

Ares smiled as Iolaus sat up, waiting for permission to suck Eros' cock
some more. His plan was working perfectly so far. He pulled a dagger with
his free hand and used it to cut a slit up the ass of Herc's loincloth.

"Much better," Ares said as he ran a finger along Herc's sweaty ass-crack,
"Eros, I have a job for your little plaything here."

Eros pushed Iolaus into position behind Herc as Ares untied his fly and
fished out a throbbing man-sword. The young man's eyes widened. He never in
his life expected to find himself hemmed in between two divine cocks and
one luscious demigod ass.

"Dive in, Iolaus," Ares said, "Dive in there and start eating Hercules'
ass."

Ares grabbed a handful of Iolaus' long dark hair and forced his face into
the crack of Herc's butt. Eros watched for a moment and then took over
control of the young man's head, freeing Ares to work his erotic torture of
their captive's cock.

"Go on," Eros whispered to Iolaus, "Don't be dainty. Use that tongue on
Uncle Herc's asshole. Father, can you bend my uncle over a little so that
our pet mortal can make a proper job of it?"

Ares pressed on Herc's back, and the demigod found himself bent over with
his ass stuck out and his hole totally unprotected from Iolaus' oral
attack.

"Eat that hole, you sweet slut," Eros crooned, and he crouched and took
hold of Iolaus' flesh and blood cock, pumping him as a reward for the
well-done rim job.

"My boy the sex monster," Ares laughed, and he licked Herc's ear.

"Monster is right," Herc said gruffly, but even as he defied the war god,
his hips, defying him, swiveled and worked his dick in the encircling hand
and his ass back onto Iolaus' face.

"Oh, shit," Herc moaned as his shaft throbbed under Ares' masterful touch.

"Sweet isn't it? The way he laps away at your hole there?" Eros observed,
"You'd never suspect it was his first time."

"Fuck sweet," said Ares, and he grabbed Eros, forcing a passionate kiss on
his son.

When they broke apart and Eros had a chance to breathe, he laughed and
said, "Is that what you taught the Sacred Band, Dad? No wonder they lined
up to sign on."

"Mmm," the war god hummed as he chewed on Eros' ear.

Herc's eyes were screwed shut as his body was played at both ends. Eros
stepped around and caught Herc's nipples between his fingers.

"Have you wondered why I didn't use my love-sap on you, uncle? Why I didn't
just bind you using sex magic?" Eros twisted the protruding nubs, "Well,
first I've never tried it on a demigod; it's so much more fun inflaming
mortals with lust and seeing what happens next. And second, Dad wants to
play it safe and break you the old-fashioned way."

"Not break," Herc husked heroically, "Hercules will never break."

"No, not for a while. It takes time to turn a stallion into a cock-hound,"
Eros admitted, "For you, probably longer. But what the Hades. We're
gods. Immortal. We've got the time."

Ares' hand still worked Herc's shaft.

"And Dad certainly has the will."

"Oh, Zeus!" Herc groaned as he felt the sap run up his cock, "I'm going to
cum!"

Suddenly Ares' teasing hand was gone from his cock and Iolaus' tongue from
his ass.

"Let's leave our father out it, shall we?" Ares said as he pulled Herc
upright again, "The old man has made it clear that it's up to you and me to
resolve our differences."

"Fuck," Herc moaned as his cock leapt wildly in search of a hand, a mouth,
a pussy, and ass—anything.

"And that's what I was waiting for," Ares said, and he stepped up to Herc's
ass, erection in hand.

"No, wait," Herc cried, "That's not what I--- Argh!"

The demigod cried aloud as Ares breached his virgin hole and kept screaming
as the war god filled his guts with every one of his divine inches.

"Oh, fuck!" Herc howled when Ares hit bottom, his pubis rubbing against his
brother's muscular ass.

The war god gave Herc what he was begging for, starting with small
withdraws and thrusts of only an inch or so, but as he continued his anal
assault on the hero, his pistoning involved more and more cock, fucking
harder and fucking deeper.

"Oh! Ah! Ugh!" Herc grunted as he was bred, but what humiliated him most
was the fact that his cock continued to be rock hard.

Eros pulled Iolaus around to kneel in front of his uncle and guided Herc's
fat cock into the young man's mouth for the first time.

"Fuck yeah!" Herc screamed, "Suck me, Iolaus! So fucking good!"

Eros laughed.

"Is that all you can say, Uncle?" he asked, "Can't you find a kind word to
say about the righteous fuck Dad is laying into your legendary ass? I mean
you do seem to be getting off on being buggered."

By now Ares was long-dicking his half-brother's hole, pulling out entirely
before slamming the whole length of his fuck-meat back into the hero's
guts.

"Ah!" Herc cried.

"I said..." and with that Eros pinched Herc's erect nipples.

"Yes, yes!" Herc panted, "Yes! Fuck me, Ares! Fuck me hard! Fuck me deep!"

That admission wrung from the mountain of muscle, Eros stepped up just
behind Iolaus, his leaking cock leaving trails of fluid in the mortal man's
hair, and forced a kiss on his uncle. The four of them, gods, demigod, and
mortal man, worked like a well-oiled sex machine with Herc at the center of
everything. Ares took over on Herc's nipples and Eros occasionally left his
uncle's mouth for a few moments to kiss around his face, up to his ears and
down to his throat. As for Iolaus, it was as if he was giving vent to years
of pent-up desire to worship Herc's body, starting with the hero's fat cock
and heavy ball-sack.

Eros eventually drew back from the passionate kisses he was laying on Herc.

"Enough of that for now, I think," he said, "I think Dad wants to hear more
of you screaming how much you love getting fucked. And of course, cousin
Iolaus here has an ass of his own that nobody's taking care of."

Dropping to his knees, Eros guided his meat into Iolaus' ready hole. The
sex-addled young mortal moaned around his buddy's prick as Eros began to
ram his tight man-pussy.

"Why are you doing this?" cried Herc as Iolaus took him close to the edge
again, only to be pulled back to allow the demigod's cock to cool
down. Fixated on their ass fucking, the two gods remained mum and worked
Herc to the edge again.

"Why?" Herc begged again, tears of frustration coursing down his cheeks,
"Tell me why you're doing this to me. To us."

"Why?" Ares said as he kept pounding away, "Why else but to show you how
much your big brother loves you. And how deeply. And your body is betraying
your feelings. I know I was never a friend to you before, but we can change
that. All you need to do is agree to follow my lead in all things from here
on."

"Be your slave, you mean," Herc grunted.

"Semantics," and that said Ares ground his full length around inside of
Herc's body.

"Aiyee!" Herc cried as his bowels were stirred like porridge.

"Come on, brother, you know you want to submit. You won't be able to rest
easy (let alone cum) until you agree to my terms."

Iolaus slid down to take both of Herc's heavy balls into his mouth at once
while Eros reached up and took over milking Herc's big dick with his hand.

"Oh! Ah! Fuck!" Herc cried as he began to crest again, "Please, I have to
cum! You have to let me!"

"Just say it, Hercules," Ares said in his ear, "Tell me you'll follow my
lead in all things and do what I tell you. Say it, Brother!"

"Fuck you," Herc cursed, and the three men working over his body denied him
orgasm again.

"Oh well," the rutting war god said as Herc panted in frustration, "It was
just a thought. Eros, let the mortal suck his uncle's cock some more. Our
Herc really seems to love it when he does that. Hell, I'll bet he's wanted
it for years."

They worked Herc back up to the edge one more time, Eros using Iolaus' head
as a flesh-jack to rapidly stimulate the demigod's sex.

Finally, Herc cried out, "Alright! I agree. I'll follow your lead in all
things. Just let me cum!"

"And do what I say?" Ares demanded, still pumping.

"Yes!"

"Swear it on your honor, Brother," Ares said.

"I so swear on my honor!"

"Swear it on you little friend's blood."

"I swear it on Iolaus' blood."

"Swear it on the River Styx," and that was Ares' cruelest blow since vows
made on the River Styx cannot be broken, not even by the gods.

"I... I...," Herc stammered.

"On the River Styx," Ares said, licking Herc's throat, "Eros and I can keep
this up for days, you know."

Herc considered, but only for a second, whether he had the fortitude to
endure this barrage of edging, but he knew he couldn't. His balls needed to
blow.

"I swear it on the River Styx, Ares. Now let me cum!"

"Of course, Brother. Nothing simpler."

A few violent thrusts later and Ares exploded in Herc's ass, filling him
with divine seed. The power of the war god's sperm permeated Herc's body,
bringing his aching balls into a boiling fury, and suddenly the demigod
cried out.

"Cumming! Oh fuck! I...!"

His throbbing shaft blew jets of hot white man-goo out the plum head and
into Iolaus' suctioning mouth. The exhausted mortal swallowed as best he
could, but even his capacity was overcome by the sheer volume of Herc's
ejaculation. Man-seed splooged out of his mouth giving the young man a
goatee like Ares' own, only a goatee made of pungent cum. Exhausted, Iolaus
fell back against Eros. Herc was too devastated by his rape and submission
to notice that neither Iolaus nor Eros had come. Ares turned the demigod's
head and planted a final kiss on his brother's lips. Herc's bonds then
disappeared, and he fell, first to his knees and then to his hands and
knees alongside his mortal nephew.

"See, Brother," the war god said, looming over him, "It's not so bad. I may
be a hard god, but I'm neither evil, nor pointlessly cruel. I simply will
not be denied."