Date: Sun, 7 Mar 2021 15:15:46 -0500
From: mr.evan.andrews@gmail.com
Subject: Hercules Bound chapter sixteen - celebrity

Hercules Bound
Chapter sixteen: Prometheus Unbound
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, Phobos by
Taylor Lautner, Deimos by gay porn star (Corbin Fisher) Marc II, and
Prometheus by actor Steve Bacic. 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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Herc was screaming, a heart-rending sound – presuming the one who heard
it had a heart. The hero's muscular buddy strained against the shackles
that held him tightly spread-eagled to the wall of Ares' special
dungeon. His discarded loincloth lay in tatters on the floor, leaving his
balls to swing low and free --or at least that's what they should have been
doing. Instead, the meaty orbs were pulled up in his scrotum close to the
hero's heaving body as if trying to escape inside. Herc's wild eyes were
fixed on Ares.

"Please!" the son of Zeus was actually begging, "Please, stop! It hurts
bad!"

In the many months of Herc's submissive service to Ares he had never once
said that something hurt.

Across the chamber, Iolaus was filled with fear and terror -- literally and
figuratively. Ares' sons, Phobos and Deimos, had the young mortal on all
fours, fucking him at both ends. These godlings, however, not content
simply with dominating their cousin's body, worked on his emotions as well,
filling him with an overwhelming dread of what would certainly befall him
if he failed to satisfy their lusts. And Herc's obvious physical and
emotional agony was not making the situation any better

"Wild scene, isn't it," Phobos sneered, leaning over Iolaus' back to speak
softly in his ear, "Oops, looks like Uncle Hercules' nuts must be ready for
another dose."

Clearly Ares thought so. He approached his brother's straining body and
once more brought the pilfered lightning bolt close to Herc's scrotum.

"Ghaaaaaargh!" Herc screeched as the bolt flashed and another part of its
power transferred into his testicles.

"Ghnnnnh!"

"Oh, Herc," Iolaus all but sobbed.

"Forget Uncle Hercules, pet," Deimos said, "And get back to sucking my
dick. After all you don't want to make my brother and me unhappy, do you?"

Terror touched Iolaus again, and he all but lunged for the godling's dick,
thanking Eros and his Erotes for their crash course in expertly servicing
multiple cocks. Another hour or so later Phobos and Demos tired of their
little game, and they generously seeded the exhausted Iolaus at both ends.

"Father," Phobos whined, "Iolaus has passed out."

"And he's leaking cum all over the place," Demos added, "May we take him up
to our room?"

The preoccupied war god simply waved his sons out, and the godlings took
their plaything away to recover for round two of their little game. In the
dungeon Ares went back to work, charging up Herc's balls long after the
hero had finally passed out.


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When Herc came to, he was still naked, naturally, but instead of hanging
from the wall he was lying in a heap on a pile of rags on the floor of the
dungeon. He moved but immediately cried out in agony. His balls! They had
never hurt as bad as they did right now. Really, they felt ready to
explode! A glance showed they were bigger than before and hot to the
(cautious) touch. Herc wasn't sure if he was right in imagining they were
glowing. Maybe that was simply an artifact of the pain.

"Up at last, are you?" Ares sneered from his dark thronw, "Who would have
thought the mighty Hercules would crumble from taking a cup shot?"

Not so long ago Herc would have replied with bravado, but recently he had
been fucked down mentally as well as physically. And right now the hero
hurt too badly to give Ares any cheek and maybe provoke him into a second
round of his insanely inventive abuse. Instead, the hero struggled to get
to his feet, an effort made even more onerous by the care he had to take to
keep his balls from shooting arrows of agony through his body.

"Good. Now follow me," Ares said, and he turned to mount the stairs. Herc
gulped and followed, gingerly. When he caught up with the war god he bowed
his head, and placing his hands behind his back, he fell into a slave's
place three steps behind his master. At the top of the stairs Ares halted
and stared at Herc. The hero kept his eyes on the ground.

"How're your nuts, Brother?" Ares asked.

"They hurt like fuck," Herc mumbled and then added, "But you knew that."

"The screaming did give it away, yes," Ares said, "But you need all that
power stored up in your balls for your next assignation. Follow me."

And with that said Ares opened the door and stepped through. Herc followed
and found himself not in a dank stone corridor but rather on a rough path
that led up a ridge towards the top of some desolate mountain. Around them,
the skies were in turmoil as if the winds had come together here for the
sole purpose of killing one another, or perhaps, Herc thought as a wind
nearly blew him off his feet, for the purpose of killing someone else.

"The path," Ares said, pointing upwards, "You see it?"

Herc nodded.

"Follow it," Ares said, "And when you find the man at the top, I want you
to do what you do best. Suck him hard and ride his cock the way I've taken
pains to teach you. Do you understand?"

"Man. Suck. Ride," Herc mumbled. Then he added, "Cum?"

In all the hours Ares had spent torturing him, Herc had not cum once. The
pain made it impossible to contemplate, and not even the sight of Iolaus,
apparently reduced to sex slave status at last, getting ramrodded had been
able to stir his loins.

"Cum? Yes," Ares said, "But not until it's time."

"Time?" Herc looked confused.

"The right time, and don't ask any more because you'll recognize the right
time when you see it. Now get your ass out of here."

Ares slapped Herc on the shoulder, and the hero staggered up the ridge,
following the trail and doing his best not to look at the precipitous fall
that a misplaced step or an inopportune wind would cause. At the top, the
narrow path opened up into a shelf of rock. A naked man lay there chained
on his back on a stone table. His arms were chained about head height to
the rock wall that acted as headboard, and chains splayed his legs wide. He
had a sort of primal good looks, but the most remarkable thing about him
was the angry red scar across his belly.

"Who are you?" the captive demanded.

"The lord Ares sends me as a gift."

The man just stared incredulously at Herc.

"Ares? That little shit? Not in a million years," he said, "He has some
ulterior motive; I just can't see what."

Herc made no reply but like a zombie zeroed in on the man's cock. He
staggered forward, crawled up onto the stone between the man's spread legs

"What are you doing?" the man cried, "Are you mad? You need to get away
from here now. The eagle could be here at any moment!"

Eagle. What should have put him on guard meant nothing to Herc. The
agonizing ache in his balls was the only thing he could focus on, and Ares
had told him what he needed to do. Reaching out, Herc took the man's cock
in his hand and squeezed. The man groaned, and Herc bent over to press his
face into the man's crotch, worshipping his heavy balls.

"Stop!" the man cried out, but his cock which had not seen service in years
had other ideas and began to fill out.

Herc put his all-but-professional oral skills to work on the fleshy pole
and had his victim fully erect in no time at all.

"Suck," Herc muttered to himself, and he took the head of the captive's
cock into his mouth. Gobbling his way down the rigid length he eventually
had taken it fully to the hilt into his mouth and throat.

"Oh fuck!" the man cried, "By the fire! It's been so long. Suck me, hero!
Yeah, like that! Oh! FUCK!"

Part of the man's mind wanted nothing so much as to lie back and wallow
under Herc oral ravishment. The other, rational, part kept trying to turn
his gaze to the sky from which the inevitable tormenting eagle must
descend. What he couldn't understand was why the raptor had not yet
arrived. Maybe, just maybe, there really was a chance that he, Prometheus,
could actually enjoy this capital blow job and cum before his daily dose of
torture showed up.

"Come on, boy!" Prometheus cried, "Do me! And do me quick!"

Instead of sucking him to climax, though, Herc straddled Prometheus and
lowered himself down onto the Titan's shaft. As with his blow job, Herc's
hole took the shaft to the hilt in one fell swoop. Packed with the Titan's
rod, Herc sighed and languidly began to ride its length. Herc's balls shot
jolts of agony through his body every time they smacked the man's belly,
but his ass was caught up in the moment. Agony and ecstasy combined in the
tortured hero's body.

"Oh! Fuck!" Prometheus screamed, "No! You can't! It could be here at any
moment, and it'll kill you!"

What the Titan didn't say was, "And if it does that, I'll never get to
cum."

Prometheus stared up at Herc's handsome face. The eyes were screwed up and
his mouth drawn into a grimace as he slammed his ass up and down. Sweat was
dripping off his body and his hard dick was dripping with passion.

"Okay then," the Titan ordered, "If you won't stop then do me fast! Get me
off before the eagle gets here."

Eagle? The word finally got through to Herc's fuck-addled brain, and things
fell into place. Of course eagle. Now he knew why the scene seemed familiar
and knew who the man was. And he realized what he was there for. Still Herc
would not allow himself to be hurried. His goal was not to get Prometheus
off and then disappear. He was here to cum himself – but not until the
right time. Though his super-charged balls ached and bouncing up and down
just made the pain worse, the feel of Pro's frenulum riding over his
prostate made the pain not only bearable but necessary. But the hero had to
keep control of the situation, so he ass-edged the bound Titan over and
over as they both scanned the skies.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Herc and Prometheus set up a canto and respond
as they worked towards a simultaneous orgasm.

Finally Herc could stand no more.

"Boreas," he cried, "call your brothers off. Now!"

At that moment, the winds parted, and the previously embattled eagle took
advantage of the calm to swoop down towards the fucking men. Herc swiftly
rotated on Prometheus' cock, and taking his own shaft circled the corona of
his cockhead with a couple of experienced fingers and closed the last
circuits holding him from cumming.

"Fuck!" Herc screamed as his cock erupted with a magically enhanced rope of
jizz. He had never shot such a load in his life, nor shot so far or so
hard.

The eagle took the full force of Herc's orgasm and exploded into a mess of
flesh, blood, bone, and feathers.

As the remains of the eagle rained down on them, the orgasmic clenching of
Herc's sphincter pushed Prometheus over the edge as well.

"Ouranos' seed!" the Titan howled, and his pulsing shaft filled Herc's ass
with sperm.

"Fuck!" Herc screamed as his guts filled, and still Prometheus' shaft
pulsed. A flood of white-hot goo squeezed out around Herc's gasket, leaving
both men sticky with years of denied lust.

When the Titan was done cumming, Herc twisted on his rod again and, with a
strength he never knew he had, ripped loose the chains holding Prometheus
to his bed of torture. The hero them collapsed onto the stone table, all
but unconscious. The winds descended once again and swept up a cyclone of
obscuring debris. One of them, and later Herc was never sure which,
snatched up the Titan before they all departed to their proper corners of
the world.

"No, you can't leave him!" Prometheus protested as he was carried away. The
Titan's cry grew fainter and fainter, and finally only Herc, some broken
chains, and the stone table occupied the top of the mountain.

Ares bent over the table and slapped Herc on the ass, releasing a geyser of
Titan cum from the well-fucked ass.

"Ungh," Herc moaned, "Go away, Ares."

"You done good, bitch," Ares said, "Now let's get you home before dear old
dad figures out something's happened to his favorite S&M play-toy."

And the mountain top was silent once more.