Date: Wed, 11 Nov 2020 19:53:28 -0500 From: mr.evan.andrews@gmail.com Subject: Hercules Bound chapter two - celebrity Hercules Bound Chapter two: A Broken Hero 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. If this offends you, if you are underage, or if reading such is illegal where you are please stop reading now. Thank you. If you enjoy this story, or even if you hate it, please contribute to keeping Nifty going at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html @@@@@@@@@@@@@@ "See, Brother," Ares the war god said to his half-brother Hercules, "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." Hercules was still gasping from the power of his ejaculation after being mercilessly raped and edged by Ares. The oath that he'd had to swear to obtain that release was still raw in his memory. Like it or not, until he was released from the vow, he was at Ares' beck and call, little better than his slave. "That said," Ares continued, "I do think you owe your little friend here--your nephew isn't he?—for his magnificent blow job." "Owe?" Herc asked suspiciously. "Owe," Ares confirmed, "You got to cum, but he didn't. You don't think you owe him an orgasm of his own?" Eros grinned wickedly at Herc. The sex god had knelt down next to Iolaus and was already anointing the young man's shaft with oil. "Fuck," Herc moaned. Ares reached down and pulled Herc's loincloth off his body, leaving the demigod's heavy balls and once-more rigid cock to swing free. "Better," Ares smiled, "Now straddle him and plant your sweet ass on his cock." Since it was phrased as a command, Herc had no choice but to crawl on top of his loyal companion. "Herc..." Iolaus croaked. "Shhh." Iolaus stared dumb-founded as the muscular hero spread his ass cheeks and lowered himself towards his nephew's hard dick. With Eros lending a helping hand, the bullet head touched the ravaged sphincter and then slid inside. The warmth of Herc's tight man-pussy and the squelching of Ares' divine seed enveloped Iolaus' shaft, and the feeling went straight to the young man's brain. He didn't even notice when Ares came up behind Herc and, pushing on his broad shoulders, forced the demigod all the way down on Iolaus' dick. He couldn't focus on anything but fucking, which explained why he hadn't noticed that Ares had, in addition to his loincloth, stripped Herc of all his body hair. The demigod, Iolaus' hero, was, for all his muscles, a bare as a boy not yet old enough to be an eromenos. `Ah!" the young man cried out as he bottomed out in Herc's man-cunt. "Now ride him, Brother," Ares commanded. Herc rocked up and down, noticing the ecstasy that shone in Iolaus' eyes. Herc moaned as the young man's cock wormed in and out of his guts, and he leaned over and kissed his companion for the first time in their lives. Doing this got Herc a good taste of his own sperm where it had leaked out around the seal of Iolaus' lips. What he thought would be disgusting was not as bad as he'd expected. In fact he found the taste of his cum almost addictive, and, taken in conjunction with this incestuous kiss, it brought out desires he would never otherwise have let surface. They had been in this position, fucking and kissing, for several minutes when a hand landed on Herc's shoulder. He looked over his shoulder and noticed Eros crouching behind him. "You probably didn't notice that I hadn't cum either, had you, Uncle?" "Oh god, no," Herc sobbed as he felt Eros' cockhead leave a trail of fuck god goo up and down his ass crack. "Oh god, yes," Ares said, "Go ahead. Enjoy yourself, Son." "No!" Herc cried as the love god's shaft forced its way into his guts alongside Iolaus' meat. The pain when Ares had raped his virgin ass had been tremendous, but Herc had survived that. Embarrassing as it was, taking Iolaus' cock was nothing so bad. Having a second cock, and Eros' at that, rammed into him took the demigod to brand new heights of agony. "Oh! So fuck! So full! So aiyee!" Eros began to pump and soon he and Iolaus had worked out a rhythm. The two fleshy shafts rubbed against each other and against the inner fastness of Herc's bowels. It was especially sweet torture when the paired cocks ran over his prostate. Herc hung his head and simply rode with the double fuck, rocking on his hands and knees in time to the thrusts of two young cocks. If he hadn't been sporting a hard-on himself, he might have felt more like a poor victim instead of a filthy whore. But he was hard, and his ass was starting to love how it was being stretched. "Uh, uh, uh," Herc grunted between clenched teeth. "Double the pleasure, double the fun. Eh, Son?" Ares laughed at Eros. "Do you mind, Dad? I'm working here." "And doing a good job of it," Ares said, "I suppose that leaves only one thing for me to do." The war god stepped up to stand astraddle over Iolaus' upper body and, taking a firm hold of Herc's hair, pulled the demigod's head up to crotch level. "Open your eyes, Brother," he smirked. Herc opened his eyes and found himself face to face with Ares' one-eyed monster. "Suck it, mighty Hercules." The shaft still glistened with Ares' sperm and Herc's ass juices, but Herc knew he had no choice but to let his brother take his mouth the same way he'd taken his ass. He could taste the evidence of his rape as the long shaft slid over his tongue. The obscene phallus found its way to the back of his throat where it met the demigod's gag reflex. "What did I say about not being denied?" Ares snarled. The war god grabbed the back of Herc's head and pulled it down as he thrust hard into his brother's mouth. The gag reflex put up one last valiant effort, but in the end Ares' meaty cockhead found its way into Herc's throat and made itself at home. After Ares started fucking his face seriously Herc sort of zoned out. He was still awake, of course, but his whole body became nothing more than a vessel to be filled hard man-shaft. Two gods and the mortal man used him, but of course the mortal flesh lacked the staying power of the divine. Iolaus cried out, and his cock spasmed in Herc's ass. "Keep fucking, Cousin," Eros panted, "I oughtn't to say it, but I'm enjoying the feel of your mortal meat grinding against mine." With all the pre-cum seeping from Eros' cock, Iolaus found that in spite of his orgasm he was still able to rock a hard-on. Encouraged by the love god, the young man continued to delve into his mentor's fuck-hole. "Fuck!" Eros cried as he slapped Herc's butt, "Tighten your asshole, Uncle! Fuck me back!" Herc did, and a few strokes later was rewarded as a roaring Eros' sperm joined the two loads already swimming around in his guts. Ares then decided it was the right time for him to go for his second nut. He rapidly slammed his prick in and out of the tight confines of Herc's throat. "Yes!" roared the war god. Instead of shooting his load straight down the throat he had encunted for the first time, Ares pulled out and let his spurting seed paint Herc's handsome face. "Now kiss the mortal," Ares commanded, and Herc fell down over top of Iolaus. Their lips met. Ares' cum mixed with the remnants of Herc's own orgasm, and he and Iolaus shared the white gold back and forth between them as their kiss deepened. The kissing pair subsided into the afterglow of men who have just been fucked senseless. Languidly, they enjoyed the other's touch and the salty taste of man-love until they dozed off, wrapped in each other's arms.