Date: Wed, 18 Nov 2020 17:35:36 -0500
From: mr.evan.andrews@gmail.com
Subject: Hercules Bound chapter three - celebrity

Hercules Bound
Chapter three: Hephaistos and the Fucking Gift
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, Eros by
Karl Urban, and Hephaistos by a younger Brian Blessed. 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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Hercules awoke in the soft grass, with his arms wrapped about Iolaus. In
fact, his companion's naked muscular body was pressed into his, his hot ass
pressed up against Herc's raging morning wood. Herc tried to disengage, but
his movement woke his companion.

Iolaus turned in Herc's arms, and the two looked at one another face to
face. The fact that they were both naked was nothing novel. Nudity was
accepted in Greek culture. But lying together like this, with Herc's
demanding erection pressed between them, was. Not to mention the fact that
they had dried cum on their faces and a slimy ache in their butts.

"Uh, Herc, did we...?"

"Yeah."

Herc's hard-on took this opportunity to jump.

"Uh, and you...?"

Herc nods.

"Good because I have an overwhelming urge to..."

Iolaus rolled Herc onto his back and pounced onto Herc's cock, sucking its
length into his hot mouth.

Holy Zeus, the boy was good. Herc cursed the convention that had prevented
him from taking his half-brother's son as eromenos years ago. He pulled
Iolaus over top of him and they fell into a satisfying sixty-nine. Herc
decided to take the anal initiative and slid a finger into Iolaus'
butt. The young man writhed on the intruding digit and returned the favor,
finger fucking his buddy until they both shot heavy loads into each other's
mouths. Iolaus collapsed on top of Herc and panted in exhaustion.

"Look, they're up," Eros' voice intruded on the lovers' afterglow.

"Good," Ares said, "Time to have some fun."

"Fun?" Herc demanded glaring up at the war god.

"Well, fun for me," Ares said, "You might find it a little trying. Get up
and get dressed."

 "What?" Iolaus said, "We don't even get to wash?"

"You are tedious. Okay, there's a spring right there. Get clean and come
right back here."

Hercules stood up and extended a hand to pull Iolaus up alongside him. They
stumbled into the spring's waters and began to wash one another. They
bloody well took their own sweet time, doing so, and managed, using their
hands, to coax one more load out of each other's nuts.

"If you're quite done," Ares said to the pair as they walked out of the
spring.

He tossed the demigod and the mortal their loincloths and pteryges, and
they donned the minimal garments of the mythic Greek hero. Ares added a
humiliation, though, by fastening a dog collar around Herc's throat and
attaching a leash. A smirking Eros followed suit with Iolaus.

"Are we all ready now?" and with no further warning Ares took them away to
an underground cavern, hot from furnaces and lit red by the firelight. The
clanging of metal rang in the air from where a burly smith was hammering
away at an anvil.

"The workshop of Hephaistos under Lemnos," Herc said to his companion.

The smith's head shot up at the mention of his name, and he immediately
registered the presence of uninvited guests. Then he noticed who they were.

"Ares!" roared the crippled god, "Your dare come here? What the fuck do you
want?"

These was no love lost between these two brothers. In addition to the usual
Olympian sibling rivalry they both lusted after the same goddess,
Aphrodite. The difference was that while Heph was technically married to
the goddess of love and passion, he had never slept with her. Ares on the
other hand was not married to Aphrodite, but he had gotten children by her,
including Eros. That made Eros no more a favorite with the smith god than
was his father.

"Believe it or not, I'm here trying to be helpful," Ares smiled.

"Right. Sure. And I'm the queen of Tiryns and Mycenae. Just how do you plan
to do that?"

"A little bird told me that you were making a new toy to win Aphrodite back
with. Is that true?"

"Maybe," Heph said suspiciously.

"Something like maybe a deluxe fucking machine?"

"Who told you that?!" Hephaistos demanded.

"As I said, a little bird."

Heph glared at Eros.

"And how would a little bird know anything about it?"

Eros shrugged, "Sorry, Uncle, but as a vector for raw sexual satisfaction
your machine falls into my sphere. Of course, I knew about it."

"Okay then, I admit it. I have built the world's greatest fucking
machine. What about it?"

"Just this," Ares said, "I also know you've been stuck trying to decide
what's the best cock to use as a model for your machine's driveshaft. Yours
is out of the question, and I perfectly understand that you wouldn't want
to use mine. Our other brothers would be insupportable if you used one of
their cocks. The big three would come to blows if you approached one of
them, and we certainly can't have that. The world might not survive it. So,
I suggest another possibility."

And that said, Ares pulled the leashed and collared Herc forward.

"Our little half-blood brother here has a good-sized cock as you can
see. Clearly enough to satisfy a horny goddess," Ares said as he fished the
unresisting Herc's dick out of the pouch of his loincloth, "But even fickle
as she is, Aphrodite is unlikely to fall for him, he being half mortal and
all that that implies."

"Hmm," Heph said.

"And even if she did, he's too fucking virtuous to give in to her
advances. So, what do you think? Do you think my suggestion has any merit?"

Heph limped over. He unbuckled Herc's pteryges, letting them drop to the
ground, and pulled the loincloth down far enough to grab a handful of the
demigod's junk, hefting it, assessing its weight and girth.

"Let's see it hard."

"You heard the god, Brother. Show us some wood."

Herc grit his teeth and willed his shaft to hardness as Heph stroked it.

"Let me help," Eros said.

He pushed Iolaus to his knees behind Herc.

"Start chowing down, little cousin."

"Cousin?" Heph said, intrigued, as Iolaus leaned in and began to worship
Herc's ass crack and anus.

"Yes, our boy here is Herc's brother's son. You see how randy stud runs in
the family."

The touch of Iolaus' tongue on his sphincter tripped a switch in Herc's
brain, and he quickly rose to the occasion, his cock even going so far as
to leak pre-cum.

"Not bad," Heph admitted as his hand squelched up and down the demigod's
fuck-rod.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked Herc.

"He's sure. He's following my lead," Ares answered for his brother.

"Literally," Eros laughed, gesturing at the leash.

"Alright then. Bring him over here, and we'll get started—but take the
mortal away. Family or not, I don't want to have to clean up his messes."

Eros took Iolaus by the arm, lifting him to his feet and directing him out
of the smithy.

"As you wish, Uncle," he said, "The boy wonder here needs to be topped up
with more of my love god nectar anyhow..."

Heph stripped his half-blood brother naked and then shaved and oiled Herc's
privates. Herc winced as Heph's blunt, but skilled, fingers brought the
sharp blade near his groin and again when he rubbed oil into the area. As
Heph gathered his tools Ares seated Herc on his erect cock. Heph raised an
eyebrow.

"Just to make sure he doesn't run off or anything" Ares smirked.

Herc was sure that Heph didn't believe a word of it, but he held still as
Heph proceeded to make a mold of his semi-divine fuck-monster. Herc had
fucked just about every hole imaginable and lawful, he even jerked off
occasionally or had others milk his shaft, but the feel of Heph's casting
agent being applied to his erection was like none of that. Cold, encasing,
but still exciting. He really didn't need Ares grinding inside his bowels
to keep his hard-on.

The mold took a while to set, but when it was removed the war god said
"What do you think, Brother? Will it suit?"

Heph nodded, "Not at all bad. Now I can get down to the casting end of the
business. My automatons have the bronze molten, so I'll make a test
cast. If that's good I'll make several—just in case. Perhaps even one in
adamantium."

"You mind if I finish my fuck while you work?" Ares asked.

"Whatever," Heph said, waving a hand, "Just don't distract me."

They watched as Heph got to work. He was so focused that he forgot anyone
else was with him in the shop, let alone that they proposed to make hot
sweaty love.

"You heard your Brother," Ares said to the penetrated Herc, "Start riding
that cock."

Herc, his eyes screwed shut in embarrassment, began to bounce up and
down. His ass squeezed Ares' shaft, and the war god sighed and lay back to
enjoy the sight of the bent-over muscle hero grunting and debasing himself
like some common whore-boy. When Herc grunted, Ares grabbed his discarded
loincloth and shoved it into his mouth to serve as a gag before getting
back to plowing Herc's row.

"Heph, could you make a cast of my dick?" Ares said out of the blue.

Say what you would about Ares, humility was not one of his failings.

"Don't bother me. And of course I could. I can make anything. We'll talk
when I'm done. For now, shut up."

Eros reappeared and said, "Little Iolaus is sleeping off a fast
skull-fuck. What's up?"

"Glad you're back. Get your dick over here and stuff this slut's mouth."

The gag pulled out, the two gods proceeded to spit-roast Herc while Heph
did his thing. Heph was exacting in his work, and the two gods were able to
take their time, making sure Herc's holes knew they'd been fucked. In due
time they seeded Herc's holes, but Herc himself was not allowed to nut.

"Done!" Heph crowed.

He held up a gleaming bronze phallus, true to every vein and ridge of the
fleshy original.

"Now I just need to test it," Heph said, "But I need a woman to put in it."

"Woman? Why waste time getting a woman. Test it out on our brother here?"
Ares said.

"What?"

"Why not? He's been fucked by both me and Eros, as I'm sure you saw even
though you were pretending not to, and by his little mortal friend. Every
one of us but you (and I somehow suspect you're not interested), your
automatons, and himself. So let's put Herc's ass in the machine and let him
fuck himself. If he cums, you'll know the machine is a success."

"Sure," Heph said in a slow assessing drawl, "That might work. Come."

Heph's magnum opus, the fuck machine to end all fuck machines, sat in a
nook off the back of the workshop. On one side, intricate machinery sat
idle but clearly eager to get on with its task. On the other side a leather
sling hung from a frame.

"Leather?" Ares said, "Do you really think that's Aphrodite's style.

"That's just for the testing phase," Heph said as he fit the gleaming metal
phallus onto the driveshaft, "I plan to Aphrodite it up before I spring it
on her. Alright, Brother, get your demigod ass up into the sling, and I'll
strap you in.

"Wait," Ares said, "Something's missing."

"Missing?!" roared Hephaistos, "What do you mean criticizing my machine?
Missing."

"No, not the machine, which I'm sure is a marvel of its kind," Ares said,
"I meant Herc here. If he's going to stand in for Aphrodite, he should look
more like her. A tall order, I admit, but we can at least try."

Hephaistos got a gleam in his eye. Much as he detested his warrior brother
and whatever plan he was concocting, he had no love for Zeus either, or for
Zeus' get in general, and he was always ready to pull a dirty trick on
them.

"Show me?"

"Eros, you have more experience with this than I do."

The love god stepped forward with a pallet of color such as women painted
themselves with.

"Hold still, Herc," Ares told him.

With painstaking skill, Eros proceeded to paint the blushing Herc up like a
high-class hetaira.

"Brows thus," the love god said to himself as he applied the color to his
uncle, "Line the eyes in black, blue on the lids to highlight them, rose on
the cheeks, and crimson on the lips..."

When he was done, he lifted Herc off Ares' still stiff prick and turned him
round.

"What say you, father?"

Ares laughed. His pathetic, muscled warrior hero was painted like the best
good-time girls.

"Yes, yes! And blue suits your eyes," he chortled.

Even Hephaistos chuckled at the joke.

"Now, Brother, do you want our boy on his back? Or bent over the sling?"
Ares asked.

"On his back, I think," Heph said, "That way we'll have ringside seats for
his orgasm when he cums."

"You heard him, Herc," Ares said, "Get your ass up into that sling."

Herc hopped up and grabbed hold of the straps as the assembled gods spread
his legs and shoved his ankles into hanging loops. Ares fingered Herc's
hole, lubing it up with his cum, as Heph raised the ramrod and guided the
brazen dildo to, but not into, Herc's ass. Herc was certain he could still
feel some warmth from the forging as it knocked at his anal aperture. The
moment stretched into moments when Ares took the initiative and crammed it
into Herc's hole.

"Ugh," Herc grunted as the brazen plum pushed in and the still warm pole of
metal filled his chute.

"You ready?" Heph asked the panting slab of muscleman in the sling.

"He's ready. He was born ready," said Ares.

"Doesn't he ever speak for himself?"

"He used to, but we had a long "talk"," Ares grabbed his own divine shaft,
"If you know what I mean. Anyway we agreed that I'd speak for him when I
was around."

Heph shrugged, "So be it."

The machine started slowly and built up speed as it went on.

"Oh fuck!" Herc moaned as his own cock fucked his ass.

"Ah, oh, ugh!"

The cam pumped the bronze phallus in and out without prejudice—or
mercy. Ares pulled Herc's head to his shaft.

"Suck it, Brother."

Herc opened his throat and prepared for another violent assault from his
brother's ramrod, which Ares duly supplied. After a while, the war god
shared the hero's throat with Eros, and, against a protestation of
disinterest, even with Heph.

"Think of it as research," Ares laughed.

In the course of the oral gang rape of Herc's mouth, Eros noticed the
hero's eyes start to glaze over the same way Iolaus' had during the heroes'
capture.

"Dad, look," he whispered.

"Ah, so your love sap does work on demigods. That's useful to know."

Herc, doped and rocking in time to the fuck machine's rhythm, proved he was
the perfect suck slave. He seemed to know just when to change from one cock
to the next. As the machine fucked his ass, and the three gods his mouth,
Herc could only groan around the dicks gagging him. Outside the shop, they
could hear the doped Iolaus whining.

"I want cock too!" the young man cried, "Please let me in and fuck me!"

"Heph," Ares said, "It's your forge, so your call."

Exasperated by Iolaus' begging and turned on by Herc's trial, Heph
relented.

"Oh, let the mortal in. The more the merrier I suppose."

Eros abandoned Herc's face-pussy and went out to bring Iolaus in. The young
man took up position to suck whatever cocks were not taking Herc's mouth at
any given time.

The machine was practically in overdrive when Herc at last spat out Eros'
cock and cried out, "I'm going to cum!"

Herc's cock swelled and suddenly erupted, dropping a heavy load on his
heaving chest. As he lay panting, the three gods surrounding him jerked off
copious loads to fill the hero's slut mouth. Then Eros milked a load out of
Iolaus' balls to join their divine sperm.

"I'd say the machine works," Ares said.

"Yes," Heph said, nodding at the flood of demigod cum on Herc's belly, "I
think it does."

Neither Herc nor Iolaus heard this. Herc's chest was still heaving from the
force of his orgasm, and Iolaus was busy licking Herc's sperm off his
six-pack.

"So how long are you going to keep our brother like this?" Heph asked.

"Why do you ask?"

"Well, he's got a hot mouth, and I was thinking that with Aphrodite off
seducing half of Asia Minor..."

"I'll let you know if and when I decide to let him go," Ares said, "Until
then, just give me a whistle when you want the best demigod blowjob this
side of Hindustan and he'll be there."