Hercules Bound Chapter fifteen: The Lightning Thief 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, Ares by Kevin Smith (Xena), Brontes by porn star Rocco Siffredi, Arges by porn star Zenza Raggi, and Steropes by porn star Backey Jakic. 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 the winds roiled away, Herc and Ares were all alone on the mountaintop.
"You're a mess," Ares said, tossing Herc a rag, "Get up and clean yourself off. We have one more call to pay today, and' mind, I will be truly angry if you fuck this one up, Brother. You understand?"
"Yes, Ares," Herc said as he wiped away the slime of saliva, mucus, and cock juices from his face and body. When he was done, his body still glistened in the sunlight from the remaining dampness. Then Ares took the cloth back and inspected his brother.
"Yes, you'll do. Now let's get out of here."
The war god grabbed Herc by the back of his neck and pushed him forward – into a cavern. A hot noisy cavern. Herc glanced around and said, "Oh fuck, not again."
He and Ares were once more standing in Hephaistos' workshop below the island of Lemnos. The smith god was not in evidence, but three huge men were working the forges. Ares yelled, but over the din his words were dashed to nothingness. Thankfully, though, the three smiths sensed that they were no longer alone and turned to face the interlopers, frowning, hammers in their hands. Herc not really surprised to find the men had only one eye each. You'd expect it if you knew that Hephaistos was served by the three brother cyclopes: Brontes, Arges, and Steropes.
The largest, Brontes, glared at Ares and said, "You! What do you want here, pest of the first order?"
Brontes was always direct and often brazen. Why Zeus hadn't blasted him yet was a mystery.
"Your master, my brother," Ares smiled, "He wouldn't happen to be here, would he?"
"As you can see, no, he's not. Now, answer my question. What do you want?"
The war god looked at the doubting cyclopes and turned on all the charm at his disposal.
"Want?" Ares looked shocked, "Brontes, you've got me all wrong. I simply dropped by (with my number one man-slut) to give my brother a bit of fun. That is to say, I meant him for Hephaistos, but since he's out maybe you three could use a break from your work – important though it is."
Ares left the offer hanging, smiling. The cyclopes approached Herc, circled him, and with their three eyes appraised every inch of the hero's muscular body.
Steropes, the youngest of the three, sniffed the air and said, "Has he been sucking cock?"
"Well he wouldn't be much of a whore if he didn't," Ares laughed.
The cyclopes were all three rubbing the bulging pouches of their loincloths by now.
"If Hephaistos asks," Brontes said, his erect cock ready to tear through almost inadequate cloth, "We were hard at work the whole time, and you were never here."
Ares smiled.
"Absolutely," Ares said, "I won't say anything if you don't. Go ahead. Have at him"
Toothy grins broke out, and the three brothers pulled Herc over to their own couches. There they whipped out their own one-eyed monsters and stroked them at Herc. He was about to fall to his knees when Brontes grabbed him and flipped him upside down. Arges was right there to wrap coils of rope around Herc's chest to hold his arms at his sides and around his ankles. Steropes gave a yank and the pulleys lofted the hero feet-first into the air, making sure that Herc's head ended up right about cock level. Hanging by ankles, Herc watched as Brontes stepped up to take the eldest's right to first fuck. Unlike the winds, the cyclopes didn't change their sizes, and the shaft that was zeroing in on Herc's mouth was frighteningly large.
"Open," Brontes grunted.
Herc sighed but did as he was told. He honestly had no idea what Ares' game was in bringing him here; he was just glad that his vindictive brother had broken him in on the winds before throwing him onto these cocks. As Herc's mouth opened as wide as he could manage (without help) the giant forced the engorged head of his prick into the man-slut's mouth. After that, inch by inch, Brontes urged more and more of his length into the drooling maw.
"Ghargh!" Herc choked as the shaft hit the back of his mouth.
"Open, and take it, little man!" the giant roared, hammering at the obstruction.
Herc called on all his reserves, and, even as the blood raced to his head, he forced his throat to relax and admit the cyclops' battering ram.
"Ghagh! Ghagh! Ghagh!" Herc gagged and gurgled as the thick shaft rode his throat into a new configuration.
A giant hand slapped down on Herc's ass cheek. The hero tried to yelp, but Brontes' dick proved an effective gag. Arges shoved the cloth of Herc's loincloth aside and began to probe at the hero's butthole.
"You ready to share?" Arges asked the then-rutting cyclops.
The lazy satisfied way the cyclops was probing his ass made Herc think Arges with be satisfied with either a yes or a no, but Brontes grunted.
"I suppose so," he said and pulled out of Herc's distended throat.
Herc gasped and managed to grab a couple of deep breathes before Arges rotated him, Steropes took over finger-fucking Herc's hole, and Arges cammed his own length into the hero's gaping orifice.
"Ghagh!" Herc gurgled as his face was violated again.
These giants fucked rough. Rougher even than Ares, and he had irrational hatred to fire his lust. These boys just had no better idea of how to do it. All Herc could do was submit to these forces of nature. Arges churned away with his shaft before eventually making way for Steropes. The youngest cyclops first finger-fucked Herc's mouth with the digit that had been loosening up his hole.
"Use your tongue, slut," Steropes ordered, and Herc laved the finger clean of ass juices.
"Good boy," Steropes said, before he pulled his finger out and replaced it with his dick.
Unlike his brothers, this cyclops kept the sensitive tip of his cock where Herc could put his tongue to good use. He licked around the girth, making sure he paid special attention to the most sensitive parts of man's shaft, the frenulum and the ring of the corona.
"Great Gaia!" Steropes groaned, "Yes, you precious bitch!"
"Wuss," Brontes taunted his brother, "Fuck his throat already."
"Piss off," Steropes laughed, "Tell you what. Why don't you two use those clever fingers and make sure his ass is really ready to deal with our dicks.
Herc panicked. He should have known his ass was up for grabs as well as his mouth, but these giants were truly gigantic. He hoped his ass was up for it. Brontes and Arges not only continued stretching Herc's nether hole, but they also began to lick and suck at the sensitive flesh around it. Herc didn't know how to react but being trussed up like a roasting pig didn't leave him many options. Shrugging inside, the just gave into this mythic gangbang. The giants continued to share his mouth while violating him at either end, face fucking him around and around, twisting the ropes that held him hanging. The cyclopes seeded Herc's throat multiple times, and he swallowed as much as he could. It was, however, futile. Enough cum escaped and oozed down out of Herc's mouth to streak his face.
When the cyclopes had had their fill of skull-fucking, they let Herc go to spin around and unwind. The hero had been preparing for his coming anal trial, but now the spinning robbed him of his focus. In truth, it was all he could do not to spray vomit and cum all over the forge. The only fixed point in his world was Steropes' finger which was once more buried in his asshole giving him an axis to spin around. When Herc was unwound and dizzier than he had ever been in his life, the cyclopes let him down and drug his unresisting body towards one of the big sleeping couches.
Skipping preliminaries, Brontes parked his ass on the couch and lay back.
"Get up here, bitch," Brontes ordered, and Herc climbed up on the couch.
Hovering over the massive shaft, Herc called on all his self-control and slowly let himself down. Brontes' giant cock slid slowly into his demigod ass, and Herc's face contorted with the pain of being so filled with fuck meat.
"Ooooooooh!" Herc keened as his ass valiantly tried to accommodate Brontes' massive rod.
"Fuck me, little man," the eldest cyclops said bluntly.
"Fuck!" Herc cried as he began to ride the pole of meat up and down, "So fucking big! Oh, my poor ass!"
Herc knew he had to get a handle on this situation. Had to take control somehow. Had to figure out how he was going to survive it. And it turned out he had less time to do that than he counted on. Arges, tired of jerking his fat cock, climbed up on the couch, and pushed Herc down flat onto Brontes' muscular chest. Brontes took hold of the hero's head and directed him to worship his right nipple with what had already proven to be a talented tongue. Meanwhile Arges hunkered down behind Herc and began to lick away at the stretched muscle that was clenching at Brontes' shaft.
"Loosen up that ass, slut" Arges husked, "Brontes isn't the only one here with a hungry cock."
"Please," Herc sobbed, but whether he meant `Please, don't stick that in me too" or "Please what are you waiting for?' he was never afterward sure.
Arges took his time teasing Herc, using anticipation to heighten his man-slut's excitement and terror. First he pushed Herc up onto his hands and balls of the feet so that Brontes could take over the active role of debauching the hero's man-cunt. Then he climbed up and crouched over the both of them, sliding his dick through the crack in Herc's ass and occasionally kissing the shaft currently pounding Herc with his piss-slit. Finally he too took careful aim and began to force his dick alongside his brothers in Herc's ass.
"Aiyee!" Herc screamed as the engorged cockhead spread his sphincter wider than it had ever been spread. Herc's eyes had shot wide open, and his mouth was open trumpeting out his animal fuck-whore howls.
Ares was beside himself. He had had his doubts about whether Herc could take two giant cocks or not, and he was happy not only to see that his brother could but also that it was successfully ripping the final resistance out his victim. The war god, smiling, rubbed at his own hard cock as he watched Herc reduced to fuck meat. He hoped that Herc still had a fuckable ass left after the cyclopes had had their fun. Everything depended on that.
Herc was lost in the moment; there was no yesterday, no tomorrow, there was only right now, only this baptism by fire. Arges' shaft, mercifully slenderer than the fat head, followed the plump head. The hero was nothing more than a receptacle for two massive cocks. A corner of his mind knew that he should try to take control of the situation and relax his ass or else this was going to maim or maybe kill him. (But surely Ares wouldn't allow that would he?) But most of his mind was overwhelmed by the sensations of being double-packed, which given the giants' size might easily count as triple packed. Thankfully the two rutting cyclopes fell into a rhythm, one thrusting in while the other pulled out, and Herc was able to figure out how to ride with the double fuck.
"Guh guh guh," Herc panted, but that proved not to be the best of plans.
The guttural panting was apparently too stimulating for Steropes. The youngest cyclops straddled his eldest brother and, grabbing Herc's head, jammed his log into the mythic man-whore's mouth.
"Take it, bitch!" the youngster growled, "Take! My! Cock!'
Ares was entranced. He hadn't expected anything like this when he'd decided to pay the forge a visit. This whole caper might be easier than he ever expected.
If he had been the center of attention for three normal men, Herc would have given in and let the cyclopes brothers have their way. But these were not normal men. Herc did what he could to tighten his ass at appropriate times to stimulate the two shafts taking him anally; thankfully he already had the measure of the one in his mouth. While they overpowered Herc, he returned the favor, playing their dicks like a cheap lyre.
Since all three of the giants' eyes were either closed or focused on Herc's well-fucked body, especially as they neared their final climax, neither they nor Herc noticed Ares slip out of Hephaistos' throne and sidle over to the armory. Quickly, deftly, and quietly the war god grabbed one of the thunderbolts stored there and slid it into his trousers before returning to his slouch on his brother's chair.
Meanwhile, back on the couch, Herc was beating his own meat as he felt his fuckers approaching the point of no return. Since he had best control over Steropes meat, Herc was able to bring the youngest cyclops off first.
"Fuck!" the young giant cried as his one-eyed monster spat white-hot goo into Herc's gullet with such force the hero didn't even need to swallow.
"Now for you two big boys," Herc thought.
"I'm cumming!" Herc screamed as he teased his balls into letting loose their load, "You two beasts have fucked the cum right out of me! Oh fuck! Look at me shoot!"
Herc's shaft tingled inside as the sperm shot forth. The ropes of cum covered Brontes' chest and belly, and a generous dollop landed on his left nipple. Herc swooped in to suck that up, and as his lips met the sensitive patch of skin, Brontes roared and began to buck.
"Cum!" Brontes cried, "Cumming inside this bitch! Filling him up with my jizz! Aw! Oh!"
The fat shaft pulsed in Herc's anal channel and that combined with the flexing of Herc's sphincter as he came was just what it took to push Arges over the edge too.
"Rargh!" Arges screamed, and his shaft too deluged Herc's guts with man-seed.
Thereupon they all four fell onto the couch that gave up the challenge and collapsed under them.
""Fuuuuck" was all Brontes could groan, "That is the best ass I've ever fucked."
"Of course," Ares said as he pulled Herc out from the middle of the pile and well fucked flesh, "Did I say he was. Nothing but the best for my smithy brother – ah, and of course this whole thing is our little secret, isn't it. I was never here, and you didn't take – what was it, nearly an hour? – to have the best sex of your life? Are we good?"
"Better than good," Arges said.
"And," added Steropes," If you ever decide you need to rehome a certain man-whore, you know who to call."
Ares smiled and refrained from patting the warmth against his thigh. Instead he picked up Herc's limp form in both arms and said, "That I do, friends. That I do! Fare you well!"
And with that he and Herc were gone, and the cyclopes were left to struggle back to their feet in a workshop that reeked of cum as well as burning charcoal.