Hercules Bound Chapter sixteen: Prometheus Unbound 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, Phobos by Taylor Lautner, Deimos by gay porn star (Corbin Fisher) Marc II, and Prometheus by actor Steve Bacic. 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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Herc was screaming, a heart-rending sound – presuming the one who heard it had a heart. The hero's muscular buddy strained against the shackles that held him tightly spread-eagled to the wall of Ares' special dungeon. His discarded loincloth lay in tatters on the floor, leaving his balls to swing low and free --or at least that's what they should have been doing. Instead, the meaty orbs were pulled up in his scrotum close to the hero's heaving body as if trying to escape inside. Herc's wild eyes were fixed on Ares.
"Please!" the son of Zeus was actually begging, "Please, stop! It hurts bad!"
In the many months of Herc's submissive service to Ares he had never once said that something hurt.
Across the chamber, Iolaus was filled with fear and terror -- literally and figuratively. Ares' sons, Phobos and Deimos, had the young mortal on all fours, fucking him at both ends. These godlings, however, not content simply with dominating their cousin's body, worked on his emotions as well, filling him with an overwhelming dread of what would certainly befall him if he failed to satisfy their lusts. And Herc's obvious physical and emotional agony was not making the situation any better
"Wild scene, isn't it," Phobos sneered, leaning over Iolaus' back to speak softly in his ear, "Oops, looks like Uncle Hercules' nuts must be ready for another dose."
Clearly Ares thought so. He approached his brother's straining body and once more brought the pilfered lightning bolt close to Herc's scrotum.
"Ghaaaaaargh!" Herc screeched as the bolt flashed and another part of its power transferred into his testicles.
"Ghnnnnh!"
"Oh, Herc," Iolaus all but sobbed.
"Forget Uncle Hercules, pet," Deimos said, "And get back to sucking my dick. After all you don't want to make my brother and me unhappy, do you?"
Terror touched Iolaus again, and he all but lunged for the godling's dick, thanking Eros and his Erotes for their crash course in expertly servicing multiple cocks. Another hour or so later Phobos and Demos tired of their little game, and they generously seeded the exhausted Iolaus at both ends.
"Father," Phobos whined, "Iolaus has passed out."
"And he's leaking cum all over the place," Demos added, "May we take him up to our room?"
The preoccupied war god simply waved his sons out, and the godlings took their plaything away to recover for round two of their little game. In the dungeon Ares went back to work, charging up Herc's balls long after the hero had finally passed out.
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When Herc came to, he was still naked, naturally, but instead of hanging from the wall he was lying in a heap on a pile of rags on the floor of the dungeon. He moved but immediately cried out in agony. His balls! They had never hurt as bad as they did right now. Really, they felt ready to explode! A glance showed they were bigger than before and hot to the (cautious) touch. Herc wasn't sure if he was right in imagining they were glowing. Maybe that was simply an artifact of the pain.
"Up at last, are you?" Ares sneered from his dark thronw, "Who would have thought the mighty Hercules would crumble from taking a cup shot?"
Not so long ago Herc would have replied with bravado, but recently he had been fucked down mentally as well as physically. And right now the hero hurt too badly to give Ares any cheek and maybe provoke him into a second round of his insanely inventive abuse. Instead, the hero struggled to get to his feet, an effort made even more onerous by the care he had to take to keep his balls from shooting arrows of agony through his body.
"Good. Now follow me," Ares said, and he turned to mount the stairs. Herc gulped and followed, gingerly. When he caught up with the war god he bowed his head, and placing his hands behind his back, he fell into a slave's place three steps behind his master. At the top of the stairs Ares halted and stared at Herc. The hero kept his eyes on the ground.
"How're your nuts, Brother?" Ares asked.
"They hurt like fuck," Herc mumbled and then added, "But you knew that."
"The screaming did give it away, yes," Ares said, "But you need all that power stored up in your balls for your next assignation. Follow me."
And with that said Ares opened the door and stepped through. Herc followed and found himself not in a dank stone corridor but rather on a rough path that led up a ridge towards the top of some desolate mountain. Around them, the skies were in turmoil as if the winds had come together here for the sole purpose of killing one another, or perhaps, Herc thought as a wind nearly blew him off his feet, for the purpose of killing someone else.
"The path," Ares said, pointing upwards, "You see it?"
Herc nodded.
"Follow it," Ares said, "And when you find the man at the top, I want you to do what you do best. Suck him hard and ride his cock the way I've taken pains to teach you. Do you understand?"
"Man. Suck. Ride," Herc mumbled. Then he added, "Cum?"
In all the hours Ares had spent torturing him, Herc had not cum once. The pain made it impossible to contemplate, and not even the sight of Iolaus, apparently reduced to sex slave status at last, getting ramrodded had been able to stir his loins.
"Cum? Yes," Ares said, "But not until it's time."
"Time?" Herc looked confused.
"The right time, and don't ask any more because you'll recognize the right time when you see it. Now get your ass out of here."
Ares slapped Herc on the shoulder, and the hero staggered up the ridge, following the trail and doing his best not to look at the precipitous fall that a misplaced step or an inopportune wind would cause. At the top, the narrow path opened up into a shelf of rock. A naked man lay there chained on his back on a stone table. His arms were chained about head height to the rock wall that acted as headboard, and chains splayed his legs wide. He had a sort of primal good looks, but the most remarkable thing about him was the angry red scar across his belly.
"Who are you?" the captive demanded.
"The lord Ares sends me as a gift."
The man just stared incredulously at Herc.
"Ares? That little shit? Not in a million years," he said, "He has some ulterior motive; I just can't see what."
Herc made no reply but like a zombie zeroed in on the man's cock. He staggered forward, crawled up onto the stone between the man's spread legs
"What are you doing?" the man cried, "Are you mad? You need to get away from here now. The eagle could be here at any moment!"
Eagle. What should have put him on guard meant nothing to Herc. The agonizing ache in his balls was the only thing he could focus on, and Ares had told him what he needed to do. Reaching out, Herc took the man's cock in his hand and squeezed. The man groaned, and Herc bent over to press his face into the man's crotch, worshipping his heavy balls.
"Stop!" the man cried out, but his cock which had not seen service in years had other ideas and began to fill out.
Herc put his all-but-professional oral skills to work on the fleshy pole and had his victim fully erect in no time at all.
"Suck," Herc muttered to himself, and he took the head of the captive's cock into his mouth. Gobbling his way down the rigid length he eventually had taken it fully to the hilt into his mouth and throat.
"Oh fuck!" the man cried, "By the fire! It's been so long. Suck me, hero! Yeah, like that! Oh! FUCK!"
Part of the man's mind wanted nothing so much as to lie back and wallow under Herc oral ravishment. The other, rational, part kept trying to turn his gaze to the sky from which the inevitable tormenting eagle must descend. What he couldn't understand was why the raptor had not yet arrived. Maybe, just maybe, there really was a chance that he, Prometheus, could actually enjoy this capital blow job and cum before his daily dose of torture showed up.
"Come on, boy!" Prometheus cried, "Do me! And do me quick!"
Instead of sucking him to climax, though, Herc straddled Prometheus and lowered himself down onto the Titan's shaft. As with his blow job, Herc's hole took the shaft to the hilt in one fell swoop. Packed with the Titan's rod, Herc sighed and languidly began to ride its length. Herc's balls shot jolts of agony through his body every time they smacked the man's belly, but his ass was caught up in the moment. Agony and ecstasy combined in the tortured hero's body.
"Oh! Fuck!" Prometheus screamed, "No! You can't! It could be here at any moment, and it'll kill you!"
What the Titan didn't say was, "And if it does that, I'll never get to cum."
Prometheus stared up at Herc's handsome face. The eyes were screwed up and his mouth drawn into a grimace as he slammed his ass up and down. Sweat was dripping off his body and his hard dick was dripping with passion.
"Okay then," the Titan ordered, "If you won't stop then do me fast! Get me off before the eagle gets here."
Eagle? The word finally got through to Herc's fuck-addled brain, and things fell into place. Of course eagle. Now he knew why the scene seemed familiar and knew who the man was. And he realized what he was there for. Still Herc would not allow himself to be hurried. His goal was not to get Prometheus off and then disappear. He was here to cum himself – but not until the right time. Though his super-charged balls ached and bouncing up and down just made the pain worse, the feel of Pro's frenulum riding over his prostate made the pain not only bearable but necessary. But the hero had to keep control of the situation, so he ass-edged the bound Titan over and over as they both scanned the skies.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Herc and Prometheus set up a canto and respond as they worked towards a simultaneous orgasm.
Finally Herc could stand no more.
"Boreas," he cried, "call your brothers off. Now!"
At that moment, the winds parted, and the previously embattled eagle took advantage of the calm to swoop down towards the fucking men. Herc swiftly rotated on Prometheus' cock, and taking his own shaft circled the corona of his cockhead with a couple of experienced fingers and closed the last circuits holding him from cumming.
"Fuck!" Herc screamed as his cock erupted with a magically enhanced rope of jizz. He had never shot such a load in his life, nor shot so far or so hard.
The eagle took the full force of Herc's orgasm and exploded into a mess of flesh, blood, bone, and feathers.
As the remains of the eagle rained down on them, the orgasmic clenching of Herc's sphincter pushed Prometheus over the edge as well.
"Ouranos' seed!" the Titan howled, and his pulsing shaft filled Herc's ass with sperm.
"Fuck!" Herc screamed as his guts filled, and still Prometheus' shaft pulsed. A flood of white-hot goo squeezed out around Herc's gasket, leaving both men sticky with years of denied lust.
When the Titan was done cumming, Herc twisted on his rod again and, with a strength he never knew he had, ripped loose the chains holding Prometheus to his bed of torture. The hero them collapsed onto the stone table, all but unconscious. The winds descended once again and swept up a cyclone of obscuring debris. One of them, and later Herc was never sure which, snatched up the Titan before they all departed to their proper corners of the world.
"No, you can't leave him!" Prometheus protested as he was carried away. The Titan's cry grew fainter and fainter, and finally only Herc, some broken chains, and the stone table occupied the top of the mountain.
Ares bent over the table and slapped Herc on the ass, releasing a geyser of Titan cum from the well-fucked ass.
"Ungh," Herc moaned, "Go away, Ares."
"You done good, bitch," Ares said, "Now let's get you home before dear old dad figures out something's happened to his favorite S&M play-toy."
And the mountain top was silent once more.