Alexos was... distracting. There was no other word for it. He walked with the fluid grace of a predator, his body moving with an economy of motion that spoke of years of training. His chiton was shorter than Tino's, ending mid-thigh, and it did nothing to hide the powerful muscles of his legs. His arms were thick and defined, his shoulders broad, and when he turned to check that Tino was keeping up, the fabric pulled tight across his chest, outlining the prominent pecs beneath.
Tino tried not to stare. He failed.
The road to Athens wound through hills covered in olive groves and past small villages where children played and old men sat in the shade. But dominating the landscape, visible for most of their journey, was Mount Olympus itself—the sacred mountain, home of the gods, its peak often shrouded in clouds.
Tino found his gaze drawn to it again and again. Somewhere up there, legend said, Zeus sat on his throne and the other Olympians held court. Did they ever look down at the mortals below?
Did they ever claim mortals for their pleasure, as in his fantasy?
He shook his head, trying to banish the thought. But it lingered, persistent and arousing.
They stopped in a small village as the sun reached its zenith. Alexos grunted something about finding food and disappeared into the market, leaving Tino to wander. He was drawn, as always, to the small temple at the village's edge—a modest structure dedicated to Apollo, his family's patron god.
The interior was cool and dim, lit by oil lamps that cast dancing shadows on the walls. A statue of Apollo stood at the far end, not as grand as the one in his family's temple but beautiful nonetheless. Tino approached and knelt, murmuring a prayer of thanks for safe travels thus far.
He was so focused on his devotions that he didn't hear the footsteps behind him until a hand grabbed his shoulder and spun him around.
The man was rough-looking, unshaven, with wild eyes and a knife in his hand. "Your purse," he hissed. "Give it to me. Now."
Tino's heart leaped into his throat. He'd never been robbed before, never had a blade held to him. His mind went blank with panic.
"I said now!" The thief pressed the knife closer, and Tino could smell wine on his breath.
Then the man was simply... gone. Yanked backward with such force that he flew through the air and crashed into the temple wall with a sickening crunch. Alexos stood where the thief had been, his hand still extended, his face utterly calm.
The thief tried to rise, knife still in hand, but Alexos was on him in an instant. There was a brief struggle—brief because Alexos moved with deadly efficiency, disarming the man and then the body slumped to the floor.
Tino stared, his breath coming in short gasps. He'd seen death before—executions, accidents—but never like this. Never so quick and brutal and... efficient.
Alexos turned to him, his dark eyes scanning Tino's body as if checking for injuries. "Are you hurt?"
"N-no. I'm fine. Thank you. Gods, thank you, you saved my—"
"Be more careful," Alexos interrupted, his voice flat. "Don't wander off alone. Understand?"
Tino nodded mutely.
Alexos looked at the body, then at the temple entrance. "We need to go. Now. Before anyone asks questions."
They left the village quickly, Alexos setting a punishing pace that had Tino nearly jogging to keep up. His heart was still racing, adrenaline making his hands shake. But beneath the fear was something else—a strange, heated awareness of the man walking beside him.
Alexos had killed for him. Had moved with such speed and skill to protect him. There was something primal about that, something that made Tino's body respond in ways he didn't fully understand.
Stop it, he told himself firmly. He's your brother's friend. He's just doing his duty. Don't make it into something it's not.
But his body didn't seem to be listening.
They made camp that evening beside a clear river that wound through a grove of trees. The sun was setting, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink, and the air was finally cooling after the heat of the day.
Alexos set about making camp with the same efficiency he did everything else—gathering wood for a fire, laying out their bedrolls, checking the perimeter. Tino tried to help but felt clumsy and useless in comparison.
"I'm going to wash," Alexos announced once the camp was set. He walked to the river's edge and, without any hesitation or modesty, stripped off his chiton and sandals.
Tino's mouth went dry.
He'd seen naked men before, but never like this. Never with the golden light of sunset painting every ridge and valley of muscle, never with his full attention and no need to pretend he wasn't looking.
Alexos was magnificent.
His body was a warrior's body, honed by years of training. Broad shoulders tapered to a narrow waist, his back a landscape of muscle that shifted as he moved. His ass was firm and high, his thighs thick with power. And when he turned to wade into the water...
Gods.
His chest was incredible—massive pecs that cast shadows on his ridged abdomen, nipples dark and tight. His abs were deep and defined, a perfect six-pack that led down to the V of his hips. And between his thighs, hanging heavy and thick, was his cock.
Even soft, it was impressive. Thick and long, easily seven or eight inches, with a prominent head and heavy balls. As Tino watched, unable to look away, it began to swell and harden, rising from Alexos's thigh to jut out proudly.
Nine inches, Tino estimated. Maybe more. And thick enough that he wasn't sure he could wrap his hand around it.
Alexos looked over his shoulder, catching Tino staring. Their eyes met, and Tino saw something flicker in those dark depths—heat, hunger, something that made his stomach clench with want.
"You coming?" Alexos asked, his voice rough.
It took Tino a moment to realize he meant coming to bathe. "Oh. Yes. I... yes."
He stood on shaking legs and walked to the river's edge. His fingers fumbled with his belt, and he had to take a deep breath to steady himself before pulling his chiton over his head.
The evening air kissed his bare skin, and he was suddenly, acutely aware of his body. His smooth chest and flat stomach, his narrow waist, his slim legs. And his ass—gods, his ass, which he knew was round and prominent and which Thanius's friends never shut up about.
He could feel Alexos's eyes on him like a physical touch.
Tino waded into the water with his back turned, the cool river a relief against his heated skin. He ducked under the surface, letting the water soak his curly hair, then came up gasping.
When he wiped the water from his eyes and looked around, Alexos was staring at him with an intensity that made his breath catch. The warrior's cock was fully hard now, standing out from his body like a weapon, the head flushed dark and already glistening.
"You're staring," Tino said, trying for levity and failing.
"So are you," Alexos replied.
It was true. Tino couldn't seem to look away from that magnificent body, that huge cock. He felt his own cock hardening in response, rising from the water as he stood in the shallows.
They finished bathing in charged silence, the air between them thick with unspoken tension. When they emerged from the river and dressed, Tino's hands were shaking so badly he could barely tie his belt.
What is happening? he wondered. What is this between us?
The fire crackled and popped, sending sparks up into the darkening sky. They'd eaten a simple meal of bread and dried meat, and now sat in silence, the night settling around them like a blanket.
Tino shivered. The temperature had dropped with the sun, and his still-damp hair wasn't helping. He wrapped his arms around himself, trying to conserve warmth.
"Cold?" Alexos asked.
"A little."
Without a word, Alexos shifted closer and wrapped one strong arm around Tino's shoulders, pulling him against his side. The warrior's body was like a furnace, radiating heat, and Tino couldn't help but lean into it.
"Better?" Alexos's voice was low, almost a rumble.
"Yes. Thank you."
They sat like that for a long moment, and Tino became increasingly aware of every point of contact between their bodies. Alexos's arm across his shoulders, heavy and possessive. His side pressed against Tino's, the heat of him seeping through their chitons. His thigh against Tino's thigh.
"Can I ask you something?" Tino said quietly.
"Mm."
"Why did you agree to escort me? I know you're close with Thanius, but you've never... you've never really talked to me before."
Alexos was silent for so long that Tino thought he wouldn't answer. Then: "The others talk too much. Say stupid things. I prefer to watch."
"Watch?"
"You." Alexos's hand slid down from Tino's shoulder to his back, fingers tracing the line of his spine through the fabric. "I've been watching you for a long time, Antinous."
Tino's breath caught. "Why?"
"Because you're beautiful." The words were simple, blunt, devastating. "Because when the others talk about you, about your face and your body and your ass, I want to break their jaws for speaking of you so crudely. But I also want... I want what they talk about."
Tino's heart was pounding so hard he was sure Alexos could feel it. "What do they talk about?"
Alexos's hand slid lower, down to the small of Tino's back, then lower still to rest just above the curve of his ass. "You really want to know?"
"Yes," Tino whispered.
"They talk about how pretty you are. How soft your lips look. How much they want to kiss you, touch you, fuck you." Alexos's voice had gone rough, almost harsh. "They talk about your ass constantly. How round it is, how it moves when you walk, how tight it must be. They make bets about who could make you scream the loudest."
Tino should have been offended. Should have been angry. Instead, he felt heat pooling low in his belly, his cock hardening in his chiton.
"And you?" he asked, his voice barely audible. "What do you think about?"
"Everything they say and more." Alexos's hand cupped his ass now, squeezing gently. "I think about kissing you until you can't breathe. I think about stripping you naked and worshipping every inch of your body. I think about spreading you open and tasting you, making you beg for my cock. I think about fucking you so deep and so hard that you forget your own name."
"Oh gods," Tino whimpered.
His hand, moving of its own accord, slid from where it had been resting on his own thigh to Alexos's thigh. The muscle was like iron under his palm, and he could feel the heat of the warrior's skin through the fabric.
He moved his hand higher, slowly, giving Alexos time to stop him. But the warrior didn't move, didn't protest, just watched with those dark, hungry eyes.
Tino's fingers brushed against the hard length of Alexos's cock, and they both groaned.
"Tino," Alexos said, and it sounded like a warning. "If you don't want this, you need to stop now. Because if you keep touching me, I won't be able to hold back."
In answer, Tino wrapped his hand around Alexos's cock through his chiton, feeling the thick heat of it, the way it pulsed under his touch.
"I don't want you to hold back," he whispered.
Alexos moved so fast that Tino barely registered it. One moment they were sitting side by side, the next Tino was being pulled onto Alexos's lap, straddling his thighs, facing him. Their faces were inches apart, their breath mingling.
"You're sure?" Alexos asked, his hands gripping Tino's hips hard enough to bruise.
"Yes. Gods, yes. Please—"
Alexos kissed him.
It was nothing like the chaste kisses Tino had received from a few curious boys over the years. This was claiming, consuming, a kiss that demanded surrender. Alexos's lips were firm and skilled, his tongue pushing into Tino's mouth to taste and explore. He kissed like he fought—with total focus and devastating efficiency.
Tino moaned into the kiss, his hands coming up to grip Alexos's broad shoulders. He could feel the muscles shifting under his palms, could feel the warrior's strength barely leashed. It made him feel small and protected and desperately aroused all at once.
Alexos's hands roamed his body—sliding up his back, tangling in his curly hair, gripping his ass and pulling him closer. Their cocks were pressed together now, hard and aching, separated only by thin fabric.
"Touch me," Alexos growled against his lips. "I want to feel your hands on me."
Tino didn't need to be told twice. His hands explored with growing confidence—tracing the thick muscles of Alexos's arms, feeling the hard planes of his chest, sliding down to the ridges of his abs. Every inch of him was solid and powerful, and Tino wanted to worship it all.
He pulled back from the kiss to look down at where his hands rested on Alexos's chest. "You're so beautiful," he breathed. "So strong. I've wanted to touch you for so long."
"Have you?" Alexos's hands squeezed his ass possessively. "Have you thought about me, Tino? Late at night, alone in your bed?"
Tino's cheeks flushed, but he nodded. "Yes. You and... and the others. I know I shouldn't, but I can't help it. I think about what it would be like to be touched by you. To be wanted by you."
"Oh, you're wanted." Alexos ground his hips up, rubbing their cocks together through their chitons. "You have no idea how much. Do you know what the others do? When we're alone after training?"
"What?" Tino asked, though he thought he knew.
"We stroke ourselves and talk about you. About what we'd do to you if we had the chance. Thanius too."
Tino's eyes went wide.
Alexos's smile was wicked. "He loves you, but he also wants to fuck you. We all do. We've talked about sharing you, passing you between us, filling every hole until you're dripping with our cum."
"That's..." Tino's cock throbbed, leaking pre-cum into his chiton. "That's so wrong."
"I know. Does it turn you on anyway?"
"Yes," Tino admitted in a whisper. "Gods help me, yes."
"Good boy." Alexos kissed him again, deep and filthy. "Now let's get these clothes off. I want to see all of you."
They stood, and Tino's hands shook as he untied his belt and pulled his chiton over his head. The firelight painted his skin in gold and shadow, highlighting the smooth planes of his chest, the definition of his abs, the curve of his ass. His cock stood out proudly from his body, six inches of hard, flushed flesh, the head glistening.
Alexos stripped with less ceremony, and Tino's breath caught at the sight of him fully naked in the firelight. He was a god made flesh—all muscle and power and masculine beauty. His cock jutted out thick and hard, easily nine inches, pre-cum already dripping from the tip.
"Come here," Alexos commanded, and Tino went.
They came together in a clash of lips and tongues and desperate hands. Skin against skin, heat against heat, their cocks trapped between their bodies and sliding together in maddening friction. Tino moaned into Alexos's mouth, his hands roaming that incredible body, unable to get enough.
Alexos's hands gripped his ass, squeezing and spreading, fingers sliding between his cheeks to tease his hole. "So smooth," he murmured. "So perfect. I want to taste you here. Want to get you wet and open and ready for my cock."
"Please," Tino whimpered. "Please, I need—"
"I know what you need." Alexos guided him down to the bedroll, positioning him on his hands and knees. "Stay just like that."
Tino felt exposed and vulnerable and more aroused than he'd ever been in his life. He could feel Alexos's eyes on him, could imagine what he looked like—his back arched, his ass raised, his hole on display.
Then Alexos's hands were on him, spreading his cheeks, and Tino felt the warrior's breath against his most intimate place.
"Beautiful," Alexos breathed, and then his tongue was there, licking a long stripe from Tino's balls to his hole.
Tino cried out, his arms nearly giving out. The sensation was overwhelming—wet and hot and so good it almost hurt. Alexos licked him again, then focused on his hole, circling it with his tongue before pushing inside.
"Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods," Tino chanted, his hips pushing back against Alexos's face.
The warrior ate him like he was starving, his tongue pushing deep, his hands keeping Tino spread wide. He was thorough and relentless, getting Tino wet and relaxed, preparing him.
When Alexos finally pulled back, Tino was a shaking, whimpering mess. "Please," he begged. "Please, I need you inside me."
"Not yet." Alexos flipped him onto his back and pulled him into his lap, positioning Tino so he was straddling the warrior's thighs, facing him. "I want to see your face. Want to watch you fall apart."
He reached between them and gripped both their cocks in one large hand, stroking them together. The sensation made Tino's eyes roll back, and he gripped Alexos's shoulders for support.
"That's it," Alexos encouraged. "Ride my hand. Show me how much you want it."
Tino moved his hips, fucking into Alexos's grip, their cocks sliding together slick with pre-cum. It felt incredible, but it wasn't enough. He needed more, needed to feel that thick cock inside him, needed to be filled and claimed and—
"Want to try something?" Alexos asked, his voice rough with arousal.
"Anything," Tino gasped.
Alexos released their cocks and gripped Tino's hips, lifting him slightly. Then he positioned his cock between Tino's ass cheeks, the thick shaft nestled in the cleft, and pulled Tino down.
"Ride it," he commanded. "Slide that pretty ass up and down my cock. Get it nice and wet."
Tino did as he was told, moving his hips so Alexos's cock slid between his cheeks. The friction was maddening, the thick shaft rubbing against his hole with each movement. Pre-cum leaked from Alexos's cock, slicking the way, making the slide easier.
"That's it," Alexos groaned, his hands guiding Tino's movements. "Fuck, you look so good like this. So pretty with my cock between your cheeks. Can you feel how hard I am for you? How much I want to push inside?"
"Yes," Tino moaned. "Yes, I can feel it. Please, Alexos, I want it. Want you inside me."
Alexos adjusted the angle so his cockhead was pressing directly against Tino's hole, rubbing in circles, teasing. "You want this cock? Want me to fill you up? Stretch you open?"
"Yes, please, I've never—I've only used my fingers, but I want you, want to feel you—"
"Virgin?" Alexos's eyes darkened with lust. "Fuck, Tino. You're going to let me be your first? Let me claim this tight little hole?"
"Yes, yes, please—"
Alexos kissed him deeply, his cock still teasing Tino's entrance. "I'll go slow," he promised. "Get you ready. Make it good for you."
He reached for their supplies and found a small vial of olive oil. He slicked his fingers and brought them to Tino's hole, circling and teasing before pushing one inside.
Tino gasped at the intrusion. It felt different than when he did it himself—thicker, more insistent. Alexos worked him carefully, adding a second finger, then a third, stretching him open while kissing him breathless.
"So tight," Alexos groaned. "So hot inside. Can't wait to feel you around my cock."
"I'm ready," Tino panted. "Please, I'm ready."
Alexos positioned his cock at Tino's entrance, the thick head pressing against his stretched hole. "Look at me," he commanded. "I want to see your face when I enter you."
Their eyes locked, green meeting dark, and Alexos began to push inside.
The stretch was intense, almost too much. Tino's breath caught, his fingers digging into Alexos's shoulders. But the warrior went slowly, giving him time to adjust, murmuring praise and encouragement.
"That's it, take it. You're doing so well. So beautiful. Just a little more."
Inch by inch, Alexos's thick cock pushed inside until finally, finally, he was fully seated, his hips flush against Tino's ass.
They both groaned at the sensation. Tino felt impossibly full, stretched around Alexos's girth, and the warrior's cock was pressing against something inside him that made stars explode behind his eyes.
"Okay?" Alexos asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding still.
"Yes. Gods, yes. You're so big, so deep, I can feel you everywhere—"
"Going to move now. Going to fuck you."
Alexos began to thrust, slow and deep, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in. Each stroke dragged against Tino's inner walls, sending waves of pleasure through his body. He clung to Alexos's shoulders, his head falling back, moans spilling from his lips.
"Look at you," Alexos growled, his pace increasing. "Taking my cock so well. Such a good boy. Such a perfect little hole. You were made for this, weren't you? Made to be fucked."
"Yes," Tino sobbed. "Yes, made for you, made for this, please don't stop—"
Alexos's hands gripped his ass, spreading him wider, pulling him down onto each thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air, along with their moans and the wet sounds of Alexos's cock driving into Tino's body.
"The others would lose their minds if they could see you now," Alexos panted. "See you riding my cock, taking it so deep. They'd want their turn. Want to fill you up one after another. Would you like that, Tino? Want to be passed around? Want to be our shared toy?"
"Oh gods," Tino moaned, his cock leaking steadily between them. "That's so wrong, they're my brother's friends, Thanius is my brother—"
"I know. Does it turn you on anyway? Knowing that your brother strokes his cock thinking about fucking you? That we all sit around after training and talk about how we'd use you?"
"Yes," Tino admitted, shame and arousal warring in his chest. "Yes, it turns me on, I think about it all the time, I want it, I want all of you—"
"Fuck," Alexos groaned, his thrusts becoming harder, more desperate. "You're perfect. So perfect. Going to fill you up. Going to pump you full of my cum. You want that? Want me to breed you?"
"Yes, please, breed me, fill me, I'm yours—"
Alexos's hand wrapped around Tino's cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. The dual sensation was too much, pleasure building at the base of Tino's spine, his balls drawing up tight.
"Going to cum," he gasped. "Alexos, I'm going to—"
"Do it. Cum for me. Let me feel you."
Tino's orgasm hit him like a lightning bolt. His body seized, his hole clenching tight around Alexos's cock, and he came with a cry that echoed through the trees. Cum painted his chest and Alexos's abs, hot and thick, his body shaking with the force of his release.
"Fuck, yes," Alexos groaned, and his thrusts became erratic. "Going to—I'm—"
He buried himself deep and held there, his cock pulsing as he filled Tino with his seed. Tino could feel it, hot and wet inside him, marking him, claiming him.
They stayed like that for a long moment, both panting, their bodies still joined. Then Alexos carefully pulled out, and Tino whimpered at the loss. He could feel Alexos's cum leaking from his hole, dripping down his thighs.
"Come here," Alexos murmured, pulling Tino against his chest. They lay down on the bedroll together, Tino's back to Alexos's front, the warrior's strong arms wrapped around him.
"That was..." Tino couldn't find words.
"I know." Alexos pressed a kiss to his shoulder. "Sleep now. We'll talk in the morning."
But Tino's mind was too full, his body too sated and satisfied. He was just drifting off when he heard it—a twig snapping in the darkness beyond their fire.
Alexos was on his feet in an instant, naked and alert, his hand reaching for his sword. "Get dressed," he hissed. "Now."
Tino scrambled for his chiton, his heart racing. "What is it?"
"We're not alone."
Then they came—men emerging from the shadows, at least six of them, armed with swords and knives. Bandits, Tino realized with a sinking feeling. Probably friends of the thief from the village.
"Well, well," one of them said, a scarred man who seemed to be the leader. "Look what we have here. The pretty boy who got our friend killed, and his guard dog."
Alexos moved to stand between Tino and the bandits, his sword raised. "Leave now and I'll let you live."
The bandits laughed. "Big words for one man against six. We're going to kill you slow, warrior. And then we're going to have some fun with your pretty friend. He looks like he'd be real sweet to fuck."
Tino felt ice in his veins. He looked around desperately and spotted his bow and quiver near the fire. He'd always been good with a bow—it was his one martial skill.
The bandits attacked.
Alexos moved like a dancer, his sword flashing in the firelight. He cut down the first bandit with a single stroke, then engaged two more. His naked body was covered in blood and firelight, and he looked like a god of war.
But there were too many.
One of the bandits broke away from the fight and came at Tino. Tino dove for his bow, nocked an arrow with shaking hands, and loosed. The arrow took the bandit in the throat, and he went down gurgling.
Tino nocked another arrow, but before he could loose it, someone grabbed him from behind. He struggled, but the bandit was stronger, twisting the bow from his hands.
"Got the pretty one!" the bandit called. "Stop fighting or I'll cut his throat!"
Alexos froze, his chest heaving, blood dripping from a cut on his arm. The remaining bandits—four of them now—surrounded him.
"Drop the sword," the leader commanded.
Alexos's jaw clenched, but he let the sword fall.
"Good. Now we're going to kill you, and then we're going to pass your friend around until he's broken. He'll be begging us to stop by the time we're done."
Tino felt tears of fear and rage burning his eyes. This couldn't be how it ended. Not after everything, not after finally experiencing what he'd dreamed of.
Then the world exploded in light.
It was like the sun had fallen to earth, a brilliance so intense that everyone had to shield their eyes. The bandits stumbled back, crying out in fear and confusion.
When Tino could see again, there was a man standing in their camp.
No. Not a man. A demigod.
He was massive—easily seven feet tall, with shoulders that seemed to span the width of the clearing. His body was pure muscle, every inch of him sculpted to perfection. His chest was enormous, his arms thick as tree trunks, his thighs like pillars. He wore only a lion skin draped over one shoulder, leaving most of his magnificent body bare.
His face was ruggedly handsome, with a strong jaw and piercing eyes that held ancient power. His hair was dark and wild, and when he smiled, it was the smile of a predator.
"Hercules," Alexos breathed, his eyes wide with shock.
The demigod—because that's what he had to be—looked at the bandits with contempt. "You dare threaten one under my protection?"
"We didn't know—" the leader began, but Hercules moved.
It was over in seconds. The demigod grabbed two bandits and slammed their heads together. He threw another into a tree so hard the trunk splintered. The remaining bandits tried to run, but Hercules caught them easily.
When it was done, the clearing was silent except for the crackling of the fire and Tino's ragged breathing.
Hercules turned to them, and Tino got his first good look at the legendary hero. He was even more magnificent up close—his body a testament to divine heritage, his presence overwhelming. And as dawn began to break over the horizon, painting the sky in shades of pink and gold, Tino could see every detail of that incredible physique.
"Are you hurt?" Hercules asked, his voice deep and resonant.
"N-no," Tino managed.
Hercules walked closer, and Tino had to tilt his head back to meet his eyes. The demigod reached out and ran one large hand through Tino's curly hair, the touch surprisingly gentle.
"Such a pretty thing," Hercules murmured. "I can see why they wanted you."
"We are in your debt," Alexos said, having retrieved his sword and chiton. "How can we repay you?"
Hercules's smile turned wicked. His eyes traveled over Tino's body with obvious appreciation, lingering on his face, his chest, his ass. "Oh, I can think of one way."
He reached down and untied the lion skin, letting it fall to the ground. Beneath it, he was completely naked, and Tino's breath caught.
The demigod's cock was enormous—easily eleven and a half inches, thick as Tino's wrist, the head flushed dark and already leaking. It stood out from his body like a weapon, and as Tino stared, it pulsed and grew even harder.
Hercules wrapped one massive hand around his cock and stroked it slowly, his eyes never leaving Tino's face. Pre-cum leaked from the tip, dripping onto the ground.
"What do you say, pretty boy?" Hercules asked, his voice a low rumble. "Want to thank me properly?"
He stepped closer, his cock now inches from Tino's face. The scent of him was overwhelming—musk and sweat and pure masculine power. Hercules stroked himself again, and a thick drop of pre-cum landed on Tino's cheek.
Then the demigod flexed, his massive pecs bouncing, his arms bulging with muscle. He winked at Tino, his smile full of promise and sin.
Tino looked at Alexos, who stood frozen, his expression a mix of shock and something that might have been jealousy. Then he looked back at Hercules, at that magnificent body and that massive cock, and felt his own body responding despite everything they'd just been through.
The sun was rising, painting them all in golden light, and Tino knew that whatever happened next would change everything.