Date: Sat, 30 Jan 2021 06:55:48 -0500
From: mr.evan.andrews@gmail.com
Subject: Hercules Bound chapter eleven - celebrity

Hercules Bound
Chapter eleven: Brothers All
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, Castor and Polydeuces by the Buff Dudes (google them),
Iphicles by Paul Telfer, Phobos by Taylor Lautner, and Deimos by gay porn
star (Corbin Fisher) Marc II. 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. 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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In the morning somebody kicked Hercules in the side, hard, and he awoke
with a start, unsure of where he was. A single glance told him that he was
still in the grove where he had been the center of a fantastical orgy the
night before, though nothing remained to show what mysteries had been
celebrated there. Or how. A second glance showed a stern Ares readying a
second kick.

"I'm up already," Herc said, raising his hands, "I'm moving."

"About time," the god of war growled as Herc sat up, "By all the Olympians,
I'm surprised at you, Brother. First you go heroing all over Greece without
pausing to wonder if I might have something better for you to do."

"Like Apollo?" Herc asked as he grabbed his loincloth and pulled it on.

Beside him, Iolaus was getting to his feet as well.

"That was just one morning," Ares fumed, "And then what do you do?  You
disappear into Athens for days on end—drama, pah—and then, the first
night you're out of that damned city, you and your little friend decide to
get drunk off your asses and fuck your brains out. Is that gratitude, I ask
you?"

"Wait, you're expecting gratitude?" Herc was never at his best in the
morning, especially when confronted by Ares pouting, "You have my ass at
your beck and call and expect me to be grateful?"

"Of course."

Iolaus, now dressed as well, shot Herc a warning look. Clearly Ares had no
idea what had actually happened last night. No idea Herc had been initiated
into Dionysos' mysteries. No idea that Herc (and he) had spent time in
Hermes' boudoir before that. Iolaus suspected that this was all part of
some plan Hermes had bubbling away. Behind Hermes' black eyes there were
always wheels turning within wheels, and anytime you thought you knew the
trickster god's game, he grinningly proved you wrong. Whatever it was,
though, Iolaus knew better than to speak of it to Ares, and he hoped he was
communicating that the Herc.

Apparently he had because Herc simply shook his head and said meekly,
"Alright, Ares. What do you want me to do now?"

"We'll start with giving you a lesson in what subservience means, I
think. You, my brother, need to be reminded of your vow and your
place. Come with me, both of you. I have some people I want you to meet."

Ares took both Herc and Iolaus by the shoulder and pushed them roughly into
the blinding light of the rising sun. The light blinded them, and they
stumbled and fell, not onto the springy grass of the glade, but rather onto
a cold stone floor. It was dark, but it would be since they were in a
temple of some sort and an ancient one at that. How it was still standing
was anyone's guess. From the shadows, the cult statue stared down at
them. You could almost believe the goddess was ready to pass judgement.

"Oh fuck. That's Nemesis," Iolaus breathed.

"And the mortal gets the gold star. Right on the first guess," Ares said,
"Great Auntie Nemesis it is. Our playtime won't be interrupted here."

Herc clenched his teeth and said, "Playtime? I thought you were going to
teach me a lesson."

"Same thing. Now, since you do so well at getting fucked by your brothers,"
and Iolaus hoped the war god only meant himself, Hephaistos, and Apollo,
"Let's continue in that vein."

Ares showed his teeth, and Iolaus shuddered at the malice the smile
held. The young hero knew that while he himself was not the target of the
war god's vindictiveness, you could never tell when Ares might change
things around.

"What do you..." Herc started.

"Mouth shut, Brother," Ares snapped, "Your teachers are here."

A glow appeared in the open doorway, and out of that stepped a smirking
Eros with two prime specimens of manhood.

Iolaus had no idea who they were, but Herc said, "Hello, Castor. Hello,
Polydeuces. It's been a long time since we sailed on the Argos."

"Call me Pollux," said Polydeuces, "It's easier, and it's what everybody
calls me. Even Father."

Castor?! And Pollux?! Iolaus was taken aback. Why had Ares brought the
Dioscuri here? And then it hit him. Brothers. They were brothers, to one
another and to Herc as well.

"Wow, Hercules," Castor said, "You look like you were definitely fucked
hard and put away wet. Don't tell me your little friend there did all
that."

Castor, the mortal twin, the mouthy one of the pair, leered at
Iolaus. According to all the stories Castor always put himself forward,
doing everything in his power to eclipse his demigod brother. It surprised
Iolaus that Pollux put up with it. Then Iolaus noticed Pollux's bulging
loincloth. Now it made sense; Pollux had other things on his mind than
Castor's guff.

"Brothers," Ares said to the Dioscuri with a patently wicked amiability, "I
should bring you up to date on the family gossip. See, Herc here lost a
small wager to me, and as a result his ass is mine to do what I want with
for as long as I want."

Castor leered at Herc's ass and said, "Looks like you won a pretty hefty
prize for sure, but what's that to us?"

"If you would let me finish," Ares was starting to lose patience with his
mouthy mortal brother, "Today I was thinking I should really share my toys
and wondered if you two'd like a chance to put our father's pet son in his
place?"

Both Dioscuri had reached down now and were rubbing what were clearly long
hard dicks. Iolaus supposed it ran in the family. Castor looked at Pollux,
and both grinned and nodded at the same time.

"Whatever game you're playing, Ares...," Pollux started.

"...We're more than happy to join in," finished Castor.

Stepping forward, the two muscular men took hold of Herc's arms and pulled
him to the middle of the temple. Forcing the hero to his knees, they pulled
out their engorged man-rods and waved the rigid meat at him.

"Start sucking, Herc," Castor said as he beat his brother's face with his
cock.

Herc gave an inaudible sigh and let his mouth fall open. The two brothers
gathered close, shoulder to shoulder, and began to take turns fucking
Herc's mouth. As always, Castor got in first, but like a good brother he
was happy to share Herc's services with Pollux. In the short time Herc had
been under Ares' thumb, he had become quite adept at sucking a good cock,
and now the ancient temple began to echo with the moans of contented
fellatees.

"That's right, daddy's boy," Castor sighed when he got back into the
driver's seat, "Take it. Suck my dick!"

"You got yourself quite a prize here, Ares," Pollux said while stroking his
cock and waiting for his next turn, "Who knew that the man's man of the
civilized world would suck cock this well."

"He's been getting lots of practice," Ares laughed, "But it gets
better. Just wait until you shove your pricks into his ass."

"Later. I want to explore all the possibilities of this mouth first,"
Castor smirked, and taking hold of Herc's head, he tried to ram his dick
into the top of the hero's throat.

While the Dioscuri skull-fucked Herc, Ares sat down in a black throne that
appeared from nowhere. Kneading his own hard-on, he reached for Iolaus and
pulled the handsome mortal onto his lap. Eros, grinning, dropped his kilt
and started milking his own shaft, working up a good supply of his
aphrodisiac precum. He raised a hand towards Iolaus, but instead Ares
grabbed the godling's wrist and brought the hand to his mouth.

"Mmmm," Ares sighed, "Delicious as always, my boy. But I don't think our
little mortal here needs any help in the erection department. Look."

He slid Iolaus' loincloth aside, releasing the young hero's hard dick which
he proceeded to stroke.

"Oh fuck," moaned Iolaus, arching his back.

"Those two are taking their own sweet time," Ares said, glancing at the
Dioscuri, "Let's have some fun."

Iolaus felt Ares' hard dick pressing against his ass, and he knew what kind
of fun Ares was talking about. Yeah, he'd been fucked, but not by anything
as big as Ares' cock. Still, he gave himself over to god's hands as they
roamed over his young body, teasing his nipples, fondling his churning
testicles, and rubbing his swollen length. Then they slid under Iolaus'
butt cheeks, raising him into the air and positioning him so he could slide
his ass down over the war god's swollen length.

"Oh!" Iolaus screamed as his ass started to envelop Ares' cock, "Oh fucking
fuck!"

Ares' meat mercilessly forced its way into his guts, but Iolaus had no idea
why he had a hard-on of his own bobbing away. Yeah, Ares was handsome as
sin, and there were thousands of men who would sell their grandfathers for
a chance to have that fat prick delving into their asses. But even though
he had no ability to resist the war god, Iolaus did not desire him. No, for
whatever totally reason, Iolaus realized it was the sight of Herc, his
buddy, his mentor, sucking cock like one of the boy-whores in Athens that
was turning him on. It was fucking hot. Iolaus' cockhead agreed and started
to gleam with leaking precum, and at that moment Ares' cockhead rode over
his prostate.

"Fuck!" he cried.

Iolaus couldn't keep his eyes on Herc's cock-sucking marathon any
longer. He leaned back against Ares' chest and let the war god drill his
hole however he wanted. With his eyes closed, Iolaus never noticed that
Ares was just as fixated on Herc's performance as he had been himself.

"Hurry up, Uncle Castor, Uncle Pollux," Eros complained, "Is skull-fucking
the only thing you're good at? Uncle Castor, I thought you were hungry to
have a go at Uncle Hercules' ass."

Herc shot Eros a look of disgust, but Castor, beaming, said, "Wisdom out of
the mouths of babes. He's right. Let's get into this slut's ass, Brother."

While Eros fumed at being called a babe, the Dioscuri pulled Herc back to
his feet and drug him over to stand before Ares' throne. Herc could only
stare at his nephew riding Ares' cock. Then his cock began to get hard in
its turn.

"Hands on the floor, Whore-cules," Pollux said, grinning at Herc's stiffy,
"Show us your fuckable ass."

Herc sighed and bent over onto his hands, leaving his ass high and wide
open to attack. The Dioscuri didn't let him languish in anticipation for
long. Castor raced into the saddle, ramming his dick in Herc's
hole. Anguish wrote itself across the demigod's face as Castor began to
breed him hard, but his ass had by this time been host to fuckings from
gods and godlings, demigods, giants, spirits, and even a mortal. Whatever
these two punks thought they were dishing out—and the bothers were not
at all gentle in their fucking -- Herc had taken more and better. Still, he
should have avoided the mantle of hubris. Ares was sure to notice, and of
course he did.

Ares slowed his own ass-fucking and allowed Iolaus to take in Herc's new
humiliation. The young hero was appalled, but also turned on by the way
Herc's head shook back and forth in time to the ferocity of the brothers'
rape. Ares may have been turned on as well, but he wanted Herc to be a
broken man in addition to being a well-fucked one. Since he clearly wasn't
broken, Ares decided to get inventive.

"What do you think, Son," Ares said to Eros, "Is there anything hotter than
watching brothers getting it on?"

Eros smiled. He'd caught the wicked undertone to Ares' otherwise innocuous
question.

"You have something in mind, Father?" Eros asked archly.

Ares pushed Iolaus off his cock and came to his feet.

"Yeah," the war god said, "I think I do. You keep score here. I'm going to
take our little mortal friend and go hunting."

Iolaus didn't like the sound of that one bit, but he deftly shoved his hard
and still-leaking cock back into his loincloth and stood ready. Ares put a
hand on the young man's shoulder again, and in a blink they were standing
on a hillside in fertile Arcadia. In fact, Arcadia close the place where
Iolaus had grown up. Iolaus was not at all comfortable with being this
close to his home, especially given Ares' current mood, but he didn't panic
until he saw his father Iphicles walking down the hill towards them.

"Stand right here, boy, and don't move," Ares ordered, "Wave if you must,
but don't say anything."

And with that Ares was gone.

If Iphicles was surprised by his son's sudden appearance, or by Ares'
disappearance, he didn't show it. A smile spread itself across his face
instead, and he raised a hand in greeting. Iolaus wanted to call out,
wanted to warn his father that some nefarious plot of a vindictive god was
about to ensnare him, but he couldn't. Apparently Ares command over his
body was more powerful than he'd realized.

In a flash, Ares manifested behind Iphicles. He grabbed the muscular man
from behind and used a pressure point to force his jaws open.

"Gah!" Iphicles croaked.

Thrusting fingers, still slimy with Eros' precum, into Iphicles' mouth,
Ares fingerfucked Iphicles' oral cavity, rubbing the love god's precum
across the mortal's tongue and back into the back of his mouth. Then Ares
pulled the fingers out and rubbed them across Iphicles' upper lip under his
nose.

"Oh, Father," Iolaus mourned.

Ares pushed Iphicles forward, and with every step Iolaus could see his
father falling more and more under Eros' spell. Iphicles' muscles relaxed,
and his cock began to fill out. Ares reached around and, releasing
Iphicles' shaft from its prison, started a teasing stroking.

"Please, Ares," Iolaus begged, "Don't!"

"Don't?" Ares said in mock surprise, "But brothers should share
everything. Everything. So why shouldn't Castor and his brother Pollux
enjoy Hercules and his brother?"

Tears now coursed down Iolaus' face. He could tell there was no way he
could keep Ares from turning his father into a man-whore as part of the
god's ongoing campaign to demean and possibly destroy Herc, but maybe he
could mitigate some of the damage. Ares tore away Iphicles' garments and
ran his hand over the mortal's magnificent naked body. Where the hand
passed, hair vanished: chest and belly, under the arms, and especially the
public bush. When Ares was done, Iphicles was as bare as Hercules or any
other professional whore.

"Please, don't mock my father, Ares," Iolaus begged, "Leave him some of his
dignity."

Ares looked pleased at so having the upper hand over Iolaus. He made a show
of considering for a moment before nodding.

"If you insist, my sweet little mortal. After all, it's not like Iphicles
had any choice of who his brother was any more than you had of who your
uncle was. I make you this promise. Your father will suffer no more this
day than a good rodding and a belly full of cum. And when I return him
here, and I will, he'll be just as he was before—hair and all since that
seems to be important to you. I'll even blur his memory so that he believes
he did nothing more this afternoon than fall asleep and have an idle
dream. Will that satisfy you?"

"Yes, Lord Ares," Iolaus said meekly.

Truth be told, it was much more than Iolaus had expected.

"It's as I keep telling you," Ares said as he continued stroking Iphicles'
dick, "I may be a hard god, but I'm neither evil, nor pointlessly cruel. I
simply will not be denied. Let's get back now and see how dear Hercules is
faring."

Once again Iolaus found himself—along with Ares and his father—in
Nemesis' temple. Herc was still bent over, but his hands hung helplessly in
the air as he sucked Pollux while Castor's glistening cock plumbed his anal
depths. Eros sat in Ares' throne, idly jerking himself off and licking the
flood of precum from his fingers. He leapt to his feet the second his
father appeared, though, leaving the throne vacant for Ares to assume once
more.

"Hercules!" Ares called cheerfully, "Look! We have a guest."

Herc glanced up and let Pollux's cock fall from his mouth as he
gaped. Pollux looked too, but of course Castor kept on fucking the hero.

"Iphicles! Ungh! No! Ahh!" Herc cried when he saw his brother standing
naked and hard in Ares' hands, "Ares. Ungh. No! You can't do this! Oh!"

Ares simply smiled and pushed Iphicles towards the three-way. The hunky
mortal was fully under the influence of Eros' juices, and he was fixated by
the sight of his brother anchoring a hot male three-way. Iphicles stepped
within reach of the Dioscuri, and Pollux abandoned Herc and his talented
mouth to press a savage kiss on this other brother. He grabbed Iphicles by
his cock and well measured pumping and calculated fingering of sensitive
zones teased him into submission. He presented the fingers of his left hand
to Iphicles who swallowed them and sucked to digits.

"Mmmmm!" he moaned.

"Mine," Pollux said as he forced the entranced Iphicles to his knees, "I
can smell the mortal in him, and since Castor's fucking a demigod, it's
only right that the demigod fucks this one."

He took his cock, slimy with Herc's saliva, in hand and presented it to
Iphicles.

"Start sucking, boy."

With glazed eyes, Iphicles opened his mouth and let Pollux have his way
with his oral cavity. Castor pulled out of Herc's mouth and drug him over
to kneel next to his brother.

"Open up, Hercules," he said, "I want to watch you brothers both swallowing
brothers' cock side by side."

Herc, blushing as he stole a glance at Iphicles, opened his mouth again,
and instantly Castor went back to fucking the hero's face. Ares led his own
little crew over to the face-fucking session and started to rub his crotch.

"Look at them go, boy," he said to Iolaus as he began to unlace his black
leather pants.

Iolaus was looking – he couldn't not look -- and again his own cock
began to swell. It didn't go unnoticed.

"Look, Dad," Eros crooned, "Iolaus is getting hot to trot again."

Ares smiled and, without a word, drug Iolaus back to his throne. As Iolaus
once again mounted and started to ride the war god's cock, the Dioscuri led
their fuck toys over to throne.  Iphicles was bent over to be spit
roasted. Pollux claimed the mortal stud's ass while Castor took over on his
now cracked-open throat. Herc could only stare in shock as his mother's
other son fell into the role of willing slut. Damn Ares, and damn Eros and
his fucking precum.

"What're staring at, bitch?" Castor demanded, "Are you jealous? If you are,
why don't you crawl over here and get underneath our fuck-boy? You can suck
him while we have our way with the rest of his body. In fact I insist on
it."

Herc followed Castor's orders and on all fours made his way over to
Iphicles' deflowering. Iphicles' respectable cock swung back and forth in
time to his rape, and Herc had to grab hold of it in order to get his mouth
around the fat rod of meat safely. He sucked his brother and fell quickly
into the rhythm of the fucking. Loud moans echoed in the temple's ancient
rafters, and Herc was surprised that the roof hadn't caved in or that
Nemesis hadn't shown up to demand to know what all the racket was
about. Neither happened; the Dioscuri simply kept on fucking, trading which
of Iphicles' ends they were violating from time to time while Herc kept on
sucking his dick. The hero stole a moment to glance at Ares' throne and saw
Iolaus once again impaled on Ares' thick cock, his own mortal dick wagging
in time to the bucking up and down. Eros, tired of being left out of the
fun, had climbed up onto the arms of the throne and was busy fucking
Iolaus' mouth. Again under the influence of the aphrodisiac male sap,
Herc's buddy had no option but to be a voluntary vessel for the divine
lust.

When the Dioscuri finally tired of using Iphicles, they led Herc and his
brother over to the throne.

"Bend over and grab an arm," Castor husked.

As the brothers did so, presenting their asses for a new round of fucking,
there was a flash of green light and Phobos and Deimos suddenly appeared.

"Father! How could you?!" Phobos complained as Castor and Pollux started to
fuck again.

"Yeah," Deimos added, "You have this hot brother on brother thing going on,
and you forgot to call on your own twin sons?"

"We demand..." Phobos started huffily, but Ares cut him off.

"Yes, yes," he laughed, "You shall get your rocks off. But why don't we
take this..."

And the whole party found themselves outside the temple. Herc and Iphicles
were now on all fours on the goddess' altar, side by side and ready to get
taken by four fuck-rods instead of two. Castor and Pollux graciously (or
not so graciously in Castor's place) gave up Herc and Iphicles' man-cunts
to the smoldering lust of the godlings, moving instead back to the mouths
that were soon dripping with the fluids of the pig bottoms' oral
ordeal. Herc's and Iphicles' cocks were also dripping strands of precum
onto the altar – an obscene sacrifice if ever there was one. Eventually,
those fucking began to change places like a lazy Susan, letting both Herc
and Iphicles experience all the cocks in play in both their holes. But it
couldn't last forever.

With a cry, Castor went rigid and grunted as his shaft finally unloaded
into Iphicles' mouth. The gooey sperm leaked out around Iphicles' lip-lock
on the shaft and dripped into a puddle on the altar next to his
cock-sucking drool. A moment later, Deimos seeded Herc's guts with a cry of
delight. He was followed by Phobos, who flooded Iphicles anal tract with a
howl of equal intensity. Finally, Pollux sent rope after rope of jizz down
Herc's throat. Unlike his brother, Herc didn't lose a drop of the potent
sperm.

Ares and Eros took opportunity of having center stage to themselves and
seeded Iolaus in both orifices at the same time. The young hero couldn't
help but wear the evidence of his violation.

Iolaus collapsed onto Ares' chest again, and his father and uncle fell onto
their stomachs on the altar.

"Father," Phobos complained, poking at Herc with his toe, "They're
broken. Make them so we can fuck them some more."

"Done," Ares roared with laughter, and Herc and Iphicles suddenly felt
their strength and ardor return.

"No!" Herc begged as Phobos rolled him over and spread his muscular legs,
"Please! No mor—argh!"

Phobos impaled the hero down to his godling's balls and began to grind
away.

"Ungh! Ah! Oh!"

"Deimos, plug his mouth will you?" said Phobos, and Deimos obliged,
straddling Herc's face and reaming out his throat.

Castor and Pollux looked at Iphicles who, still under the influence of
Eros' love sap, stared at them in naked lust.

"Don't just lie there, boy," Castor said, "You know what to do with that
mouth."

When Iolaus came to, he was sitting alone in the throne. Where were... oh.

Ares and Eros had left him to join in the gang bang, democratically taking
their turns at whatever hole wasn't currently full of cock. Absently,
Iolaus reached down and began to stroke his own dick that was once again
rising at the sight. He managed to shoot his load while Ares and his
cohorts turned Herc and his father into pathetic cumdumps.

"Fuck," Castor sighed, "Ares, any time you want help for a project like
this, don't hesitate to call us!"

Pollux smiled as well, "What he said."

"I'll remember that," Ares said, "Now, Eros, take our guests home. I'm sure
they can use a bath before they get on with the rest of their day."

Eros motioned the sweaty brothers, themselves reeking of the cum of other
men, towards the temple door, and they passed through and into another part
of the world.

"Father," Deimos ventured pointing towards Herc and Iphicles, "Look,
they're still hard."

"Well noted, Son," Ares said, "We can't leave them like that."

The war god walked back to his throne, evicting Iolaus, and sat down.

"Brothers, I know you know how to take care of your swollen cocks."

Iolaus cringed, but Herc simply sighed.

"Start sucking each other off," the war god ordered.

Exhausted, Herc crawled over to Iphicles and went for his cock. Iphicles
bent round and soon they were sucking away, Herc with now professional
skill and Iphicles with the enthusiasm of the talented amateur.

Phobos and Deimos stood by the throne beating their own divine pricks,
shooting off only when Herc and his brother finally seeded each other's
mouth.

"Wow," Deimos panted, "Are you going to keep these two, Father?"

Ares shot a glance at Iolaus and said, "Hercules, of course. I have more
plans for him. But I made a vow to return Iphicles when this was over. Now,
since I'm sure you two have work somewhere, go get to it. As for you, my
brothers, up on your feet."

The godings vanished, and as Herc and Iphicles struggled to stand, Ares
said to Iolaus, "What? Did you think I forgot my vow, little mortal?
Remember what I told you. Hard I may be, but never evil or cruel. Now, go
kiss your father goodbye."

Iolaus walked over to his naked father. Putting a hand behind his head, he
pulled his father down and kissed Herc's cum from his mouth. The kiss was
erotic, but it never escalated from that to passionate. Divine lust had
fucked that out of them for the moment. Instead, Iolaus pulled back, and
Ares took Iphicles by the shoulder.

"Let's get you home," and with that they were gone, leaving Herc and
Iphicles alone outside the ancient temple of a remorseless goddess.

"Herc," Iolaus started, but Herc held up a hand.

"Can we talk about this later, Iolaus. Right now my brain is a whirlwind of
conflicting emotions. I don't know what to think let alone say."

"Later, sure," Iolaus agreed, and then Ares was with them again.

"Come on, my pets, it's time for us to get back to the palace. Hercules, I
have a new job for you."

And with that, the temple of Nemesis returned to its desolate abandonment.