Date: Wed, 25 Nov 2020 19:09:05 -0500
From: mr.evan.andrews@gmail.com
Subject: Hercules Bound chapter four - celebrity

Hercules Bound
Chapter four: Pan's Pipe
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, Pan by Brett Azar, and the shepherd
boy by a blond soccer player from one of the Pac 12 schools whose name I
forget. 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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After they were done testing Hephaistos' gift for Aphrodite to the smith
god's satisfaction, Ares brought himself, Eros, Iolaus, and Hercules back
to the secluded glen in which Herc had been trapped and broken to his
brother's will.

"I could keep you close to me," Ares mused, "But Greece shouldn't have to
do without her biggest, manliest hero, annoying though he may be. So, I
release you, Brother, until I have need of your services again."

And he swatted Herc on his naked ass.

"Oh," Ares added by way of an afterthought, "And if someone, god or mortal
or in-between, appears to you bearing my sign, you will treat any order he
gives you as if it were my own. You understand?"

Herc nodded. He'd dared hope that Ares might have been satisfied with
humiliating him as he had. Now he had no idea where Ares malice might
end. At least for the moment they were off the hook. Behind the war god,
Eros was giving Iolaus a final deep kiss. They broke at last, and Eros
joined his father.

"I think our work here is done, my boy," Ares laughed, and with that he and
the god of love were gone.

Herc looked at Iolaus and noticed that Eros' kiss seemed to have released
his companion from his sexual addiction to Eros' love sap. Retrieving their
clothes (Herc's loincloth had even had the cut up the loincloth's ass made
whole again) they dressed.

Stuffing his junk back into the pouch, Herc said, "Iolaus, I don't think
anyone needs to know about this."

Iolaus had always worshipped Herc as a hero and male role model, but he
realized that if what had passed between them, and especially between them
and the three demanding gods, were widely known it would damage and
possibly destroy Herc's reputation. The great Hercules, after all, was
nobody's bitch.

Iolaus nodded, but his disappointment must have shown because Herc
immediately amended, "That doesn't mean, though that when we are wholly
alone, like out here in the wilderness, we might not console ourselves over
the lack of female companionship."

Iolaus brightened.

Herc hugged the young man close and said, "You suck cock like a demon, my
friend, and the way you fucked my ass... I'll never forget it."

They made their way out of the cursed valley and back to the village where
they announced the sex-maniac nymphs would trouble the countryside no more.

With the cheers of the villagers to hurry them on, Hercules and Iolaus
headed into the Peloponnesian wilds doing what good heroes do. Every
village, it seemed, had a problem, most easily solved, and a maiden that
was more than willing to dally with the demigod as a reward for that hero's
exertions. Herc's reputation as a lady's man, and not as a mewing
cock-whore, was apparently still intact. And every maiden Herc made time
with seemed to have a friend that was more than willing to fuck Iolaus. In
almost every way, things were like they were before Ares' dirty trick.

Cresting the pass from Corinth to the Plains of Argos though, they came
across a herd of sheep that were clearly not being as closely watched as
they should have been. Herc went right, Iolaus left, and they eventually
had the straying beasts back together.

"So, where's the shepherd, do you think?" Iolaus called to Herc.

The demigod cocked an ear and pointed up the hill to a grove.

"There," he said, "And it sounds like he's not alone."

"Fucking oversexed shepherds," Iolaus muttered as they drove the sheep back
towards their erstwhile minder.

When they reached the stand of trees, Herc called out, "Hey, we've got your
sheep here, in case you're interested."

The answer from inside the grove was instant and unexpected.

"Fuck off," a deep male voice growled.

"Fuck. Yeah!" a young man's voice cried, "Oh yeah, fuck me off!"

The heroes shot a look at one another and then forced their way through the
undergrowth to the clearing inside. There they found their shepherd--young,
blond, and gangly but with whipcord muscles that promised to fill out
nicely in the coming years, on his back, naked and spread on the
grass. Between his legs, a mass of masculine muscle was perched. From the
waist up he was pure human, but south from there he was not quite as hairy
as a goat, but he was leaning that way. And he had a goat's tail. The
muscular legs were clearly forcing a bestially large dick into the boy's
ass, and from the look on the kid's face he was all in favor of what was
going on.

"Herc," Iolaus whispered, "That guy's too big to be a satyr."

Herc nodded, hypnotized by the sight of the primal man-fuck going on before
their eyes.

"It's not; it's..." he started to say, but the fucker chose that moment to
look over his shoulder at them.

"The great god Pan doesn't mind being watched," the goat-man growled, "But
you'll have a lot more fun if you lose the loincloths and get your hot
dicks over here."

It was a divine command, not an invitation, and Iolaus was removing his
loincloth before he was even aware he was stripping. Even Herc looked like
a man entranced as he stepped out of his discarded garment and took a step
towards the fornicating pair. They came to their knees on either side of
the young man, and without a pause the kid reached out to grab hold of both
their rock-hard dicks.

"Ungh," Herc moaned as the boy began to pump his shaft.

"Yeah," Iolaus breathed as the pad of the kid's thumb rubbed over his
frenulum.

As their cockheads got slick, the hand-job turned squelchy, Pan, the old
god of fertility and plenty, rocked back onto his haunches to watch. His
hips still propelled the divine shaft that had opened the boy in and out of
the no-longer-virgin ass, but he smiled at them.

"Hercules," he said as Herc's shaft released more pre-cum.

The demigod looked over to see if this most ancient of gods had Ares' token
about him anywhere, but Pan wore nothing but his raw masculinity.

 "You looking for some gee-gaw?" the god asked, "Forget it. I don't need
that whelp Ares' permission to take any man or woman into my embrace."

"Uh," Herc stammered.

Before Herc could say anything else, Pan bleated and flooded the boy's ass
with divine seed before falling back on his haunches.

"Fuck!" he exclaimed, "I love shepherd boys and their tight asses. But the
day is young, and my cock is still hungry. Boy, kneel before these heroes."

The blond boy rolled over and came to his knees while Herc and Iolaus got
to their feet and flanked the young mortal.

"Suck them," Pan whispered in the shepherd's ear, "Swallow those hero dicks
and let them fuck your face."

Hands hanging at their sides, Herc and Iolaus watched as the young man once
more wrapped a hand around each of their slick shafts. Instead of
masturbating them, though, he leaned forward and began to worship their
swollen cockheads.

"Oh shit, Herc!" Iolaus moaned.

"Yeah, buddy," Herc said, and with that he moaned as the boy ran a tongue
around his swollen knob.

The boy's tongue swirled their pre-cum around, swallowing as much as he
could, before taking the shafts into his mouth. Alternating between Herc
and Iolaus, he took their full length into his mouth, and his throat. Herc
groaned again.  While he was sure the boy must have been virgin when the
sun came up, taking the god's seed seemed to have instituted a change. The
boy had acquired a professional whore's repertoire of moves—especially
cock-sucking. The boy was all but fucking his face on the heroes'
fuck-meat.

"Now, onto your hands and knees, boy!" Pan commanded, "And you two, make
him like a roast pig."

The shepherd fell onto his hands and watched eagerly as Herc and Iolaus
cozied up at the young mortal's fuck-holes.

"Ah," Herc moaned as his shaft breeched the boy's guts.

"Ugh," husked Iolaus as he grabbed two handfuls of the blond hair and
started to fuck the boy's throat.

In the middle of the three-way, Pan came up between the two
boy-fuckers. His dick was once again ready to do good work, and he held it
like a temple offering.

"Suck my dick, boys," he said, and again without a thought Herc and Iolaus
leaned to and began to double team the divine cock.

As the shepherd had earlier, the heroes traded off sucking duty. Pan's eyes
rolled back in his head as he let his passion take control of the entire
scene. He plowed one throat, then the other, before going back to the
first, and as he did, the two suckers kept plugging the shepherd.

"Fuck!" Pan cried at last.

He pulled out of Iolaus' mouth and let his cock fire round after round of
sperm to land on the heroes' faces. Tongues lolled out to sample the white
goo, and a single taste of the divine seed had them filling the blond boy
with sperm as well.

"On your backs now!" Pan ordered, and Herc and Iolaus fell back, side by
side, spreading their legs and getting ready for a good fucking.

The boy ate one ass out and then the other until Pan pushed him away. He
started with Herc. With no ceremony, he simply rammed his big dick into the
only recently opened hole with one mighty thrust.

"Fuck!" the demigod cried as Pan's cock opened him up.

"Fuh fuh!"

The grunts escaped the demigod as Pan power-fucked his splayed body.

Iolaus and the boy watched in awe as Herc's body shook in time to the
mighty thrusts. The shepherd was even rubbing his fingers over his anal
pucker, clearly remembering when that shaft had breached his ass.

"Hey, what about me?"

Iolaus was tired of being the only man present who had not been spread wide
by the god's girth, and Pan quickly switched over and started plowing the
young mortal's ass as well.

"Ungh ungh ungh," Iolaus groaned as his ass was plowed.

Switching back and forth after that, Pan gave each them a fuck that was
deeper than any they'd had yet. Pan was an ancient god, closer perhaps to
the original Chaos than anyone yet walking the earth. He knew all the
tricks. Probably he had invented many of them. As a result, his fucking was
more organic than that of Hephaistos' obscene machine, wilder than Ares'
edging rape, and truer than Eros' seductions. This was sex as it was in the
beginning, sex the way the gods originally meant it to be.

"Yes!" the goat-legged god howled, "Take my seed!" and with that he flooded
Herc's guts with sperm.

"Fill my ass, lord!" Herc cried as he felt the shaft leap in his ass for
longer than even Ares' had managed.

He had no idea how large the god's load had been until he felt the excess
sperm squelching out around Pan's still pumping cock.

Iolaus was finger-fucking himself wildly, his eyes awash with envy that Pan
had favored his companion with his jizz-flood but ignored him. Then
suddenly Pan was back between the young mortal's spread legs, ramming his
big dick, now dripping with cum, back into Iolaus's guts. Despite three
orgasms so far, the god's prowess had not flagged, and he began fucking
Iolaus as hard as if nothing had just happened.

"Yeah!" the young hero howled, "Fuck me hard, lord!"

Pan did and in next to no time was spilling his seed into Iolaus' s
fuck-hole as well. When he was done, he reached for Herc gain and pulled
him close.

"Gods alive," Herc wondered as Pan positioned him and Iolaus butt to butt,
making a double headed monster of their two cocks, "Does this guy never
stop?"

"Ride them," the ancient god ordered the shepherd, and the blond kid
straddled sank down, crying out as their two cocks stretched his hole.

With a frenzy, the boy started to ride the paired cocks as if his hole had
been a home for wayward dicks all his life. Herc threw his arms wide and
just stared up at the young face now fixed in a rictus of passion. When
they were all working like Hephaistos' fucking machine, Pan stepped back up
to the boy and pointed his cock at the kid's open mouth.

"Wow," Herc thought, "How many times can this guy cum?"

Pan didn't give the boy a chance to tease or suck his cock, rather he
grabbed the blond head and began to skull-fuck the young man. Herc had seen
men fucked this way before, and he wasn't surprised when divine pre-cum
mixed with saliva and snot and began to drip from the gagging boy's mouth
and face. The slime fell onto Herc's chest, and he reached up to rub it
into his skin.

Time really had no meaning to the three as they worked to satisfy the
ancient one's primal urges, but at length Pan grunted and came down the
blond's throat. The exhausted boy fell back onto Iolaus' chest, and he slid
off the cocks that had been stretching his hole. From there he slid to the
ground and they all lay still, their chest rising and falling as they tried
to recover from the divine fucking.

"Now, all of you, beat your meat," Pan said.

Hands needed no further invitation, and in a moment the demigod and two
mortals were flogging their rigid shafts like there was no tomorrow.

"Argh," Herc cried as man-cream shot out of his shaft and dappled his
belly.

"Ugh," Iolaus grunted as his dick oozed out a flood of thick goo that ran
down his shaft.

"Eee," the boy whined as his orgasm put the others' to shame.

The young prick shot rope after rope of sperm into the air. Some of it fell
on his face, and the rest coated his young chest.

"Heroes," Pan said, laughing, "If this had been a cumming contest, I
believe this one just won it. But of course, the final shot belongs to the
great god Pan."

He herded the three of them, faces pressed together, and crouched over his
devotes. Herc watched astounded as the god worked his cock once again
towards orgasm.

"Take it," Pan howled, "Take the blessing of the oldest, best fucker in the
world.

With that his dick gave forth his seed a final time, and he baptized them
with his sperm.

Herc, Iolaus, and the shepherd fell to the ground and into a fitful doze,
and when Herc awoke the moon was up and stars filled the sky. He woke they
others, and they pulled their clothes together before crawling out of the
grove. The sheep were all around, showing no inclination now to wander.

"Well, that was something," Iolaus said.

Herc nodded, but the boy had tears in his eyes.

"Wil I see him again?"

Herc kissed the boy's cum-stained face.

"Count on it, especially if you stay out here."

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They could have spent the rest of the night there, but both Herc and Iolaus
hesitated to fall into Pan's embrace again any time soon.

"I wonder," Herc said as he looked into the distance towards the northern
mainland, "If we might do better travelling alone for a while?"

Much as Iolaus loved being with his mentor and best friend, the inclusion
of hot mansex was a novelty he hadn't quite come to grips with yet, was
inclined to agree. He could use a while without anything as wild he had
been experiencing recently.

"Where shall we meet?" the young man asked, "Athens? It's about time for
Diosysos' festival."

"Sounds good," Herc said and he clasped arms with his nephew.

"Athens it is."

And with that, Herc turned and began jogging down the hill towards Corinth.