Date: Sat, 27 Mar 2021 17:28:27 -0400
From: mr.evan.andrews@gmail.com
Subject: Hercules Bound chapter nineteen - celebrity

Hercules Bound
Chapter nineteen: Zeus Schools His Son
Evan Andrews
2021

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,
Argus by 300 actor Gerard Butler, Zeus by Steve Reeves (who else, I mean
really?), and Ganymede by model Luciano Acuna Jr. 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.

This is the final chapter of Herc's story, and I hope people have enjoyed
it. I especially want to thank the readers who have written me. It means a
lot.

If you enjoy this story, or even if you hate it, please contribute to
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In the end, Herc's capture was quick and efficient, and the hero wasn't
sure at the time if Ares had simply been outfoxed or if he had planned this
end all from the beginning


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"Bring him!"

The words rolled like thunder, but of course they would since it was Zeus,
god of the heavens, that spoke. The Lord of Olympus sat enthroned in all
his divine glory, his forever bumboy, Ganymede, kneeling at his left foot
looking revoltingly smug. The sky god's bitch of a wife, Hera, sat on his
right side, the look on her face combining contempt and elation. Hestia,
who seldom left the sacred fire, sat quietly, her head covered by a fold of
her plain workaday robe as if she were in mourning.

Argus of the Thousand Eyes forced the stumbling Herc into the throne
room. Chains (`Forged by Hephaistos himself so don't even bother trying to
break them", Argus had told him) held the hero captive's wrists together in
front of him, and his upper arms were chained tight against his
chest. Otherwise the hero was naked, save for a cock ring Ares had finally
forced on him. The finishing touch, though, was Ares' sign where it hung
from an iron collar the war god had fastened around his disgraced brother's
throat where it hung like a holiday gift tag screaming "To Dad from Sonny
Boy." As a final humiliation, a length of chain welded to the collar served
as a leash, reinforcing the image of Herc as nothing more than a common
beast.

"Look, O my lord, your son, your favorite son," Hera gloated, "Look at him:
shaved, ringed, collared, and chained. And naked, as he has been for
months. Shall I tell you about how your precious boy has been whoring his
ass the length and breadth of the Hellenic world?"

The queen of heaven proceeded, venomously, to detail Herc's activities, or
ordeals depending on whose side of the issue one took. She didn't tell all,
but she certainly told enough f the right sort to infuriate Zeus. She
especially made sure to detail Herc's encounters with Poseidon and Hades.

The storm god was incensed, and the sky responded: dark clouds, rolling
thunder, and the real threat of lighting

"Is this true?" Zeus demanded of Herc, "No, don't even try to speak. I can
read the guilt in your face."

"Fucking boys and men, I could care less about," he continued, sparing a
tender look for his cupbearer, "But to know that the mighty Hercules has
been the length and breadth of the world giving up his ass like a mewing
whore—even to my brothers—that's too much. You! My son—no, no
longer my son! Hereafter I deny you my love, I deny you my regard, and I
deny you my protection."

"Father..." Herc protested.

Herc had noticed that Zeus had not mentioned his freeing of the Titan
Prometheus, so maybe, if he could calm his father down, he could protest if
not his innocence then at least that he'd had no choice in the matter. Once
Ares had forced the oath out of his half-mortal brother, there was no way
Herc could have resisted. Zeus might be angry at him but even he should
realize that breaking his oath would have brought the Furies down to
destroy him.

"No!" the sky god roared, "I will not hear it!".

With a vicious slap, Zeus sent Herc flying across the all-but-empty throne
room.

"Not Father! Never again from you Father! Did you think you could keep
these enormities a secret? You have given your ass to Olympians, to small
gods, even," he spat, "To men. And worst of all, you have acted the slut
for a Titan! The humiliation is too great."

Herc remembered every act of fornication Ares had coerced him into and hung
his head in shame.

"Wife," Zeus roared, "Long ago Metis prophesied that a son of mine would
shake the sanctity of Olympus. He would turn against his own and bring the
Olympian order down, perhaps even try to replace me. Today I see at last
that rebel son's face. Advise me, you who are steeped in the art of
vengeance, how ought I to punish him."

"Sweet my lord," Hera cooed, her voice honey and arsenic, "Why not punish
his transgressions in kind? He likes to be fucked? Good, then take him to
your bower and fuck the living shit out of the little turd."

Her oh-so-flowery language had slipped, Herc noted.

"By the dark fields of Tartarus, my lord," Argus added, "You could even let
Ganymede fuck him. That'd be a pretty sight, the muscle boy giving up his
cunt to the pretty boy."

Ganymede looked peeved as Argus laughed. Zeus on the other hand crossed the
throne room in a thrice and grabbed Herc's collar, hauling him into the
air. Dangling, Herc gasped for air, and his feet kicked the air
powerlessly.

"His ass, yes," the king of gods said icily.

"And when you've done with punishing him with that great big cock of
yours," Hera was laying it on thick, "Why not exile him to Tartarus where
he can serve as an ass-whore in the brothel they have there to keep their
guards amused. Being semi-divine, who knows how long he might last?"

"So. Be. It," Zeus growled each word.

The lord of Olympus dropped Herc to the floor and, grabbing hold of his
leash, drug the hero, kicking, out of the room. Ganymede all but pranced
after them, and when he could Herc threw his father's forever eromenos
angry glares. The venomous little prick (Herc couldn't stand the sight of
him though he was well worth looking at) had probably been waiting for
years for something like this. Artemis' tits, he may have had a hand in it
too. Choking, Herc didn't even notice the look of malign triumph that
twisted Hera's otherwise regal face.


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Coming into his private bower, Zeus gave the chain a final tug and threw
Herc through the air to land on the bed. Ignoring the fact that the chains
were digging into the hero's flesh, Zeus flipped his not son over onto his
stomach and stared down and the helpless demi-god's ass.

"You like to be fucked? Then by the glory of Olympus I'll give you a
fucking the likes of which you've never imagined."

His father, Herc noted, clearly had no self-esteem issues to work out.

"This," and the sky god now cast aside his robes to stand naked, haughty,
and alarmingly erect, "Is the last thing you'll ever get from me!"

Fuck, Herc thought as he stared at his father's gargantuan member. Hades
and Poseidon had shrunk down to human size in order to fuck him, but he was
not going to receive the same consideration from his father. Zeus was still
a dozen feet tall, and his cock was in proportion – which was to say out
of all normal proportion. His father's rampant beast was almost as thick as
Herc's own thigh. And Zeus was clearly bent on using the mighty weapon on
his boy. This fuck was going to be true physical agony, as well as
emotional.

Zeus reached underneath and pulled Herc's hips up. The hero's knees got a
purchase on the mattress, and he found himself presenting his hole in
doggie position.

"Lube, you git," Herc thought as a smug Ganymede settled in on the bed to
watch, "Lube my ass up."

Yeah as if. Zeus clearly had no plan to make this easy on his once favorite
son. He barely took time to aim before slamming his king of the gods
breeding iron into Herc's unprepared ass. Herc's body tensed; his eyebrows
rose into his hairline; his eyes shot open wide; and he let out a sound he
hadn't made in the whole time he had been at Ares' mercy. It wasn't pain,
wasn't shock, and certainly wasn't pleasure. No, it was a primal
combination of all three, a sound that no thinking creature had made since
Gaia had dropped her first child. The inhuman shriek shook the columns, and
still the mighty shaft slowly and inexorably sank home. When he bottomed
out, Zeus roared his triumph.

"Fucking hot!" the sky god howled, "No wonder people want a piece of this
ass! Open for me, bitch!"

"Aiyiee!" Herc screamed as Zeus began to fuck his son hard, and then harder
still.

Thunder and lightning roiled through the sky at the force of Zeus' lust
fury. He would breed this slut into humility and out of his life. He would
shame-fuck away the enormity of the scandal his half-mortal get had painted
his father with. He would visit on the semi-divine flesh a truly fitting
and lasting punishment. All Herc could do was lie there, wide-eyed and
howling, and take it. And took it he did. And he took it when Zeus turned
into a bull, making his cock even longer. And he took it when Zeus turned
into a swam. And an eagle. And a satyr. And a bear. And a serpent. And a
flaming brand. Even when Zeus defiled his son's flesh by turning into a
shower of gold, Herc took it, grunting and moaning in time with the
invasion of his guts.

So long as Zeus wore his human guise, Ganymede had been content simply lay
alongside them, staring adoringly at his erastes, and stroking his own
pretty-boy cock. Once the sky god moved on to the more inventive guises,
though, Ganymede crawled up the mattress to Herc's far end. He pulled
Herc's handsome head up by the collar and shoved enough pillows under the
hero's muscular chest and throat and chin to secure his mouth at optimal
cock-sucking and face-fucking height. Only then did the pretty young man
bring his not inestimable dick close to the mouth of his no-longer rival
for Zeus' affection. Carefully, he forced the head into Herc's oral cavity;
then he began to slide the sensitive nub of his frenulum over Herc's raspy
tongue. The salty taste of his boy precum registered in Herc's mind, but
most of his mind concentrated on the dick in his butt. As Ganymede grew
more confident, though, he began to fully encunt Herc's handsome face. The
hero longed to bite the bum-boy's cock off (It would doubtless grow back,
or Zeus would restore it,) but he was still under Ares' compulsion to be
good fuck, so he let himself be skull-fucked by the hateful young
man. Effectively gagged by fuck-meat, Herc could only choke, gag, and
gurgle counterpoint to the squelchy percussion session being produced by
Zeus' raping of his ass.

Zeus switched form again and fucked Herc's ass in the guise of a dire
wolf. The beast's long dick tormented the already abused anal tunnel, which
Herc could manage, but then his massive knot forced its way through Herc's
guardian muscle. Herc redoubled his pathetic struggling and crying, but all
for naught. He was compelled to submit, to be a willing participant even,
and father and son were soon doing the ancient dance in a remarkable yet
unspeakable synchronicity.

"Yeah. Fuck him, Daddy," Ganymede crooned to the king of the gods, "I like
what his mouth does when you surprise him like that. He wasn't expecting
the knot."

Herc momentarily reconsidered biting the little prick's junk off, but again
resisted the urge.

Zeus suddenly returned to his form as king of the gods, and Herc all but
cried as the width of the knot disappeared.

"Would you like to try fucking something other than just that mouth, my
love?" Zeus said to his cup-bearer.

"Wouldn't I just!" Ganymede sighed, and then he perked up. "Wait, you
really mean that, Daddy? You'll let me fuck his ass?"

"Why not? Everybody else seems to have, and what kind of erastes would I be
if I didn't share my toys?" Zeus laughed cruelly.

Quickly, because he knew how quickly his lover's whims could one-eighty,
Ganymede scurried around Herc's abused body and brought his dripping member
to Herc' dripping hole.

"Do it!" Zeus ordered.

That said, Ganymede shoved inside and began to breed Herc for himself.

"Oh, Daddy!" Ganymede sighed, "I think you may have broken his pussy with
your big dick."

"Tighten that hole, bitch," Zeus ordered his son.

He swatted Herc's muscular ass hard enough to leave a handprint, and Herc
slowly regained enough control over his fucking muscles to will his
sphincter to contract.

"Oh, fuck!" Ganymede now cried, "It's so good!"

Zeus smiled and took up position behind his favorite piece of ass. With a
single thrust he forced his length (now of a more considerate size) into
his boy, so slamming the cup-bearer's dick even deeper into Herc's guts.

"Argh!"

It was unclear if Herc made the noise or if Ganymede had. They both had
good reason too.

Ganymede had never been fucked by Zeus when he was in such a mood, and Herc
was trying desperately to deal with this new humiliation. It wasn't enough
apparently that Daddy Dearest had handed his ass over to that that
conceited trollop, no. Instead Zeus was using to bum-boy as a cock
extension. Herc could feel Zeus' superhuman excitement as the king of
Olympus fucked his once-favorite son, using the dick of a man he knew Herc
despised. If it was meant to dissolve any final affection Herc might have
felt for his father, it worked.

"Why, Father?" he wanted to cry. It was too much.

The pile of fornicating male bodies worked their way through a medley of
positions, always in the same fucking order though, until the weakest
partner of the triad gave up his load.

"Fuck! Daddy!" Ganymede cried, "Your fat cock is going to make me cum!" and
immediately Herc endured a gut washing of the pretty boy's sperm.

"Fuck," Ganymede sighed as he collapsed on Herc's sweaty back.

Zeus pounded a few more strokes into his favorite ass, just to hammer the
point home. (As if he needed to.) Then he pulled out roughly and pushed
Ganymede to the side. Herc's ass was leaking the boy's sperm, and that sent
Zeus into an even more primal frenzy.

"Make him lick you clean, my magnificent boy," Zeus said as he eagerly slid
back into Herc's man-cunt.

Frantically Herc tried to get his ass back into a state to endure Zeus
rutting, but he was distracted by being forced to suck clean the cock that
had just seeded him. Beyond humiliation now, Herc stuck out his tongue as
Ganymede presented his slick and dripping boy-cock and licked away the
slime of his own violation. Ganymede was so turned on by the laving of
Herc's tongue that he pulled the hero's face back down onto his cock and
fucked another load into Herc's body via his oral pussy.

Zeus enjoyed the sight and waited until his sweet boy had seeded Herc a
second time before flipping the hero onto his back.

"Look at me, bitch," Zeus hissed through clenched teeth, "I want you to be
watching when I shoot my load. I'm going to fuck you out of Olympus and
into the depths of Tartarus where you will serve out eternity chained to a
brothel bed. This hot ass will be the fucking property of every creature in
the underworld, and they will have my permission and command to use you
like the whore you are."

Herc stared at his father. He had, as any good Greek would have, and
especially as a dutiful son, worshipped Zeus. Now, though, he no longer saw
the king as merting anything but contempt. He turned his eyes away, and as
Zeus renewed his assault on Herc's fuck-hole the hero breathed a prayer.

"Brothers," Herc mouthed into the sheets, "Our father is going to destroy
me. Help!"

The force of Zeus' final assault on Herc's ass made the links of his chain
leash clink, softly singing a song in the hero's ear.

"Brother," clinked Hephaistos' voice, "I give you a gift. I made these
chains from the net I once used to capture Ares and Aphrodite in flagrante
dilecto. I made it with weak links that you can break, if you can summon
the strength and will. After that, you need but cast them at a foe, and
they will bind him tight, and bind him so strongly that not even the might
of Zeus will suffice to break them. That's a subtle hint."

A gentle breeze now tickled Herc's ear.

Hermes teasing voice whispered, "Brother, I give you a gift. All that's
holding you, Hercules, is Ares' seal and the oath it represents. But I've
done some digging, and that whole affair was a set-up planned between him
and our bitch of a step-mother. Your oath was extorted and is therefore
void. You have my word on it, and Athena agrees with me. Better, we have
presented your case to the Furies who concur with us both. You need but to
free yourself, and with your brothers' help you can escape this
trap. First, see where the lord of light comes to your aid with his own
gift."

As the voice ended, the light of the rising sun burst through the clouds
and filled the room with a light more intense than Herc could remember.

"Daddy!" Ganymede cried as he huddled against Zeus, "It's too bright! I
can't see!"

Zeus had his hand over his eyes, and he bellowed, "Apollo! What are you
doing?!"

Instantly Herc swelled his muscles and burst the chains asunder. He rolled
to the right, out of Zeus' reach and, gathering the separate lengths of
chain up, threw them at Zeus. In midair they coalesced into a whole, and as
they met with Zeus' body, and that of his boy-toy, they wrapped the lovers
tight, immobilizing the king of gods and keeping Ganymede from summoning
help. After Herc's screams, nobody in the palace paid any attention to
either Zeus' or Ganymede's cries for help. Not even Hera, for she knew
better than violate the sanctity of Zeus' bedchamber.

Herc ran between two of the columns and stared at the precipitous
drop. Olympus was lofty, and there was no way he could survive such
fall. Jumping therefore was out. And if he tried to climb down and if Zeus
were to free himself then Herc was no better (and possibly worse) off. At
that point a bird flew up then and dropped a pair of winged boots at Herc's
feet.

"Fly, my brother," the bird sang in Hermes' voice, "Get off of Olympus as
fast as you can. Head for the rainbow." And that said, the bird turned and
flew away.

Herc pulled on one boot and then the other before, trusting to fortune,
leaping into the air. He had no idea where to go or how to use the magic in
the boots, but the boots seemed to know what to do. Trusting, Herc let the
boots take him where they would, which turned out to be one of those wispy,
weak rainbows that Iris threw up on occasion. In a barely controlled
plummet Herc slid down the rainbow which disappeared as he neared the
ground. Herc grabbed hold and slid down until the weak colors faded
out. After that he fell again, but the boots managed to land him on a
hillside where row after row of grape vines grew on frames. Herc fell onto
one knee, steadying himself with a fist to the ground. He was free, and he
was away. But was he away enough?

The scent of the grapes surrounded him, and another voice rang in his head.

 "When you find yourself abandoned by all others, come to the vineyard and
call on me."

Remembering the taste of wine and cum in his mouth, Herc dug into the earth
and prayed.

"Dionysos, Brother, make good your promise. Master of intoxication, lord of
joy, I beg of you. Bring me to you!"

Herc had travelled with several of the gods in different ways, he was not
prepared for what happened next. Vines ripped out of the ground, laying
hold of Herc and wrapping him tight before pulling him under the baked
earth. When he and they had gone, the soil was precisely as it had been
when a rogue demigod had landed, and a clever bird sang from among the
vines.


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Herc at length burst from the ground like a vine himself. Dionysos had
clearly carried his message far and wide, because the land where the god of
wine now held court was like no place Herc recognized.

The young god lay reclined on a couch, with his court around him, looking
smug. But added to their number were an assemblage the likes of which not
been seen in the long life of the earth: Herc himself of course; Iolaus and
his father Iphicles; ancient Pan and his disciple Priapus ever horny;
Daphnos; Autolycus; the young Olympians Hephaistos, Apollo, Hermes, and
Dionysos; Notos the South Wind, and Prometheus himself. And sitting at the
hearth, as she did whether the hearth was on grand Olympus and the meanest
mortal hovel, Old Hestia sat. Her head was covered, but they could all see
her wide, knowing, smile.

"Hercules," Hestia said, "Where you father's favor may be withdrawn, let
ours be bestowed."

The flames leapt and Herc became the center of an overdue round of
comradery. He back was slapped; he was kissed on both cheeks; Hermes even
copped a feel. Wine flowed, as it should, and the hearth produced
delicacies untold. Satyrs played and sang, and feet moved in dance. A few
discrete (or so they told themselves) couples took themselves into the
secrecy of the night and made love.

When it all wound down, Herc found himself sitting with his inner circle of
friends close to the fire.

"What now?" Iolaus asked, "Zeus has never struck me as a `Well, I guess you
got me there' `live and let live' kind of guy."

Herc was thinking, but before he could speak, his aunt put in her two obols
worth.

"He is not, grand-nephew," Hestia said, "He never has been, and he never
will be. Already he is free, but between I and several of the other
goddesses have opened his eyes to how skillfully he was played."

"Played?" Herc asked.

"Of course," the goddess smiled, "What better way to get unbreakable chains
close enough to his regal person than to egg him into taking them into his
chamber himself. Wrapped around you, that is. Even now he has `discovered'
a plot between Ares and Hera to depose him and set the war god on the
throne of Olympus."

Hermes looked smug.

"Some of my better work, if I do say so myself," he said.

"But that won't work," Hephaistos said, "Ares might fall, but, believe me,
Hera will wiggle out of it someway."

"Trust me," Hestia laughed, "Zeus knows his brat's idea of subtlety is
poking a hornet's nest, and this was beyond his abilities to plan."

"But not beyond his abilities to carry out, "Hermes smiled, "Assuming he
was managed and massaged along the way."

"And who best to counsel subtle revenge than old Cow-Eyes herself," Hestia
crowed, "And who better placed to have heard it all than poor little me."

Herc was confused. This was nothing like the meek goddess the priests spoke
of, but perhaps after ages sitting meekly by she had finally had enough of
her siblings' bullshit.

"So...?" Herc said, leaving the question hanging.

"You need to get out of sight," Prometheus said, "You and anyone who cannot
stand up to Zeus' scrutiny."

"That leaves us out," Apollo said, "I am quite noticeable. And I and my
brothers would be certainly missed, but there are several here to would
make fine companions in adventures beyond the lands of the Middle Sea."

"Remember, you did once wish you could see what manner of men lived in my
lands," Notos laughed.

Herc looked at Iolaus, his constant companion since the beginning of this
strange story.

"You will come with me, yes?" Herc asked.

"Do you even need to ask?" Iolaus said, and he leaned over to kiss his
buddy.

"And I," said Iphicles, "You'll want my consent if you're going to become
lovers – because that what this looks like."

"And I," said Autolycus, "Who knows what magnificent treasures we may find
in those lands."

"And I," said Prometheus, "Anywhere in the Hellenic cultural sphere is too
close to my former prison for my liking."

"Then it is settled," Notos said, putting his hand into the middle of the
circle. "We stand as brothers."

One by one the rest of the fellowship pledged themselves, but Herc said,
"Let us be friends; let us be comrades, but I think I've had enough
`brotherly' for a while.

While they laughed, Notos said, "And so it is settled. With the first
light, I will carry us all to the lands beyond Libya and Africa."

"Can we make a stop along the way?" Herc said, "At Minos' palace in Crete?
I have a certain responsibility to carry out there. At least I assume the
addition of a hundred fighting men would make our band all the more
formidable."


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When the rosy-fingered Eos kicked Helios' ass over the horizon, there was
nothing left in the vineyard to see but a cadre of Dionysos' followers
sleeping off their wine. Soon enough though, the world of the gods and
spirits reeled with news of the ruckus in Olympus, of Ares punishment, of
Hera's sequestration, and of a daring raid on Knossos in which his prize
dairy was emptied of every single cum-cow. Minos was furious, and Midas was
beside himself.

Of Herc's new adventures, well, as the poets would say, continued on next
scroll.