The Pretty Boy of Olympus (03)

Tino sank to his knees.

He didn't remember deciding to do it. One moment he was standing there, staring up at the most magnificent being he'd ever seen, and the next his legs had simply given out, folding beneath him until he was kneeling in the grass with the rising sun warming his bare skin.

Hercules stood before him like a statue come to life—no, better than any statue. No sculptor could capture the way his muscles moved beneath his skin, the way sweat and oil gleamed on every ridge and valley of his godlike body. The demigod was massive, easily a head taller than Alexos and twice as broad, his shoulders so wide they seemed to block out the sky.

Gods, Tino thought, his mouth going dry. He's perfect.

And he was. Every inch of him was perfect.

Hercules' chest was a work of art—two massive slabs of muscle that jutted out from his torso like shelves. Pec tits, Tino's mind supplied helpfully, and he felt his face flush at the crude thought. But it was true. The demigod's pectorals were enormous, each one bigger than Tino's head, with dark nipples that stood out hard and proud. As Hercules breathed, they rose and fell, flexing and bouncing with the slightest movement.

Below that impossible chest, his abdomen was carved into deep ridges—six distinct blocks of muscle that looked hard as stone, separated by deep grooves that caught the light. His obliques cut down in sharp V-lines that drew the eye inexorably downward to where his cock stood out from his body, thick and flushed and leaking.

Tino couldn't stop staring at it.

Eleven and a half inches. Maybe more. Thick as his wrist at the base, the shaft covered in prominent veins that pulsed with the demigod's heartbeat. The head was huge and dark, flared wide and already glistening with pre-cum that leaked in a steady stream, dripping down the shaft and onto the grass below.

As Tino watched, transfixed, another thick rope of pre-cum oozed from the tip and splattered across his chest.

The liquid was hot against his skin, hotter than it should be, and it spread across his pecs like oil. More followed—Hercules' cock was leaking constantly, copiously, coating Tino's torso in slick fluid until he looked as oiled and gleaming as the demigod himself.

"There we go," Hercules rumbled, his voice like distant thunder. "Much better. You look good like that, pretty boy. On your knees. Covered in my pre-cum."

He stroked his cock slowly, deliberately, and more fluid leaked out to splatter across Tino's face. It hit his cheek, his lips, dripping down his chin. The scent was overwhelming—pure masculine musk mixed with something else, something divine that made Tino's head spin.

"You're beautiful," Hercules continued, his free hand coming up to flex his bicep. The muscle bulged obscenely, bigger than Tino's head, the peak splitting into two distinct heads. "You know that? Truly beautiful. I've seen a lot of pretty boys in my time—fucked most of them too—but you..." He grinned, showing perfect white teeth. "You rival Achilles himself. And that's saying something."

Tino's breath caught. Achilles. The greatest hero of the age, legendary for his beauty as much as his prowess in battle. And Hercules was comparing him to—

"Don't believe me?" Hercules asked, reading his expression. He bounced his pecs, the massive muscles jumping and flexing. "It's true. That pretty face, those lips, those eyes... and this body." His gaze raked down Tino's form appreciatively. "Smooth and toned, that tight little waist, and gods, that ass."

Tino glanced to the side. Alexos sat a few feet away, still naked from their interrupted encounter, his 9-inch cock standing hard and flushed against his abs. His dark eyes were fixed on the scene before him, wide with awe and something that might have been jealousy. As Tino watched, Alexos wrapped one hand around his shaft and began to stroke slowly.

"That's it," Hercules encouraged, looking at Alexos with approval. "Enjoy the show, warrior. Your boy is about to worship a god."

He turned his attention back to Tino, stroking his massive cock over Tino's upturned face. More pre-cum leaked out, thick and hot, splattering across Tino's nose and lips. The taste was intoxicating—salty and musky and something else, something that made Tino's head feel light and his body feel hot all over.

Divine, he thought hazily. It's divine. God-touched.

"Open your mouth," Hercules commanded, his voice dropping to a growl. "Show me that pretty tongue."

Tino obeyed without thinking, his lips parting, his tongue extending. Hercules groaned appreciatively and tapped his cockhead against it, smearing pre-cum across the wet surface. The taste exploded across Tino's senses—stronger now, more intense, making his cock throb and his hole clench with need.

"Good boy," Hercules praised. "Such a good, obedient boy. Now lick it. Lick my cock like you're worshipping at an altar."

Tino leaned forward, his hands coming up to brace against Hercules' massive thighs. The muscles were like iron beneath his palms, warm and solid and dusted with dark hair. He extended his tongue and dragged it up the underside of that enormous shaft, from base to tip, tasting sweat and pre-cum and pure masculine power.

Hercules groaned, his head falling back, his free hand coming up to pinch and tug at one of his hard nipples. "Fuck yes. Just like that. Get it nice and wet for me."

Tino licked again, then again, his tongue tracing the thick veins that ran up the shaft. He licked around the flared head, dipping into the slit to taste the pre-cum directly from the source. It was flowing freely now, coating his tongue, filling his mouth with that intoxicating divine flavor.

He felt drunk. High. His head was spinning, his body burning with need. Every lick, every taste made him want more. Made him need more.

Behind him, he heard Alexos grunt, the wet sound of his hand stroking faster.

"Look at you," Hercules murmured, looking down at Tino with dark, hungry eyes. "So eager. So desperate for it. You want this cock, don't you, pretty boy? Want to choke on it. Want to feel it stretching your throat."

"Yes," Tino whispered, his voice hoarse. "Please."

"Please what?"

"Please let me... let me suck your cock."

Hercules grinned. "Since you asked so nicely."

He gripped the base of his shaft and angled it down toward Tino's mouth. The head was enormous—far too big, Tino thought with a flutter of panic. There was no way he could fit that in his mouth. No way he could—

But he was already opening wider, his jaw stretching to accommodate the massive cockhead. It pressed against his lips, hot and slick, and then it was pushing inside, spreading his mouth impossibly wide.

Tino whimpered around the intrusion. His jaw ached immediately, stretched to its limit just to accommodate the head. He could feel his lips straining, could taste the flood of pre-cum coating his tongue, could smell nothing but Hercules' musk filling his nose.

"That's it," Hercules groaned, his hand coming down to cup the back of Tino's head. "Take it. Take my cock in that pretty mouth."

Tino tried to relax, tried to breathe through his nose, but it was overwhelming. The head alone filled his mouth completely, pressing down on his tongue, the taste of divine pre-cum making his head spin even more. He swirled his tongue around it as best he could, tracing the ridge of the flared head, dipping into the slit.

Hercules' hand tightened in his hair. "Fuck. Your mouth feels incredible. So hot and wet."

He pushed forward slightly, and Tino gagged as the cockhead pressed against the back of his throat. Tears sprang to his eyes, his hands clutching at Hercules' thighs for support.

"Easy," Hercules soothed, though his hips kept pressing forward in small, shallow thrusts. "You can take it. I know you can. Just relax that throat for me."

Tino tried. He really did. But every time the massive head pressed against his throat, his body rebelled, gagging and choking. Drool spilled from the corners of his stretched lips, running down his chin to drip onto his chest.

Above him, Hercules was playing with his chest, both hands now tugging and pinching at his hard nipples, making the massive pec muscles flex and bounce. The sight was mesmerizing—those huge slabs of muscle moving and rippling, the nipples dark and prominent.

"You're doing so well," Hercules praised, his voice strained with pleasure. "Better than Achilles, and that boy could suck cock like a temple whore."

The words sent a thrill through Tino. Better than Achilles. He was sucking Hercules' cock better than the legendary hero. The thought made him moan around the thick shaft, made him try harder to take more.

He relaxed his jaw as much as he could, breathing through his nose, and let Hercules push deeper. The cockhead pressed against his throat again, and this time he fought through the gag reflex, letting it push past the resistance.

"Oh fuck," Hercules groaned. "Yes. That's it. Take it deeper."

Tino's throat spasmed around the intrusion, but he held on, letting more of that massive shaft slide into his mouth. Tears streamed down his face now, mixing with the drool and pre-cum coating his chin. He could feel his throat bulging obscenely, could feel every ridge and vein of Hercules' cock as it pushed deeper.

"Look at him," Hercules said, and Tino realized he was talking to Alexos. "Look at your pretty boy taking my cock. Choking on it like he was made for it."

From the corner of his eye, Tino could see Alexos stroking faster, his dark eyes fixed on the sight of Tino's stretched lips wrapped around Hercules' shaft. His expression was a mix of awe and jealousy and raw, desperate arousal.

"He's beautiful," Alexos said, his voice rough. "He's so fucking beautiful."

"He is," Hercules agreed. "And he's about to be even more beautiful."

He pulled back slightly, letting Tino gasp for air, then pushed forward again. Tino gagged hard, his throat convulsing, but Hercules didn't stop. He kept pushing, kept feeding more of his massive cock into Tino's straining throat.

"Almost there," Hercules murmured. "Just a little more. You can do it, pretty boy. You can take all of me."

Tino didn't see how that was possible. He already felt impossibly full, his throat stretched around the thick shaft, his jaw aching, his lungs burning for air. But Hercules kept pushing, and Tino kept taking it, driven by some desperate need to please, to prove himself worthy of this divine attention.

"Here," Hercules said suddenly, his free hand coming down to cup Tino's jaw. "Let me help you."

His touch was warm—no, hot. Burning hot, like touching the sun. But it didn't hurt. Instead, Tino felt his jaw relaxing, the ache fading away. His throat opened, the muscles going slack and pliant under that divine touch.

And then Hercules pushed forward one more time, and suddenly his cock was sliding all the way in, inch after impossible inch disappearing into Tino's throat until his nose was pressed against the demigod's pelvis and his lips were stretched around the thick base.

Balls deep.

Hercules had his entire massive cock buried in Tino's throat.

"Fuck yes," Hercules groaned, his head falling back, his massive chest heaving. "Look at you. Taking every inch like a good boy. Like you were made for this."

Tino couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. Could only feel the massive shaft filling his throat completely, bulging it obscenely, the taste and scent of Hercules overwhelming every sense. His hands clutched desperately at the demigod's thighs, his vision starting to blur at the edges.

"Gods," Alexos breathed from the side, his hand still working his cock. "That's... that's incredible."

Hercules looked over at him and smirked. "You're a worthy protector for such a beautiful boy, warrior. Not many men would be secure enough to watch their lover worship another."

"He's not—" Alexos started, then stopped, his expression conflicted. "We're not—"

"Aren't you?" Hercules asked, raising an eyebrow. Then he looked down at Tino, still impaled on his cock. "Hold on, pretty boy. I'm going to fuck that throat now."

He pulled back slowly, letting Tino gasp for air, then thrust forward again. And again. Building into a steady rhythm, fucking Tino's face with long, deep strokes that had the younger man gagging and choking and drooling all over himself.

It was messy. Tino's face was a mess of tears and drool and pre-cum, his throat making wet, gagging sounds with every thrust. His cock was achingly hard, leaking onto the grass below, his hole clenching desperately around nothing.

"Such a good cocksucker," Hercules praised, his pace increasing. "Taking it so well. Letting me use this pretty throat like a fuck hole."

Tino moaned around the thick shaft, the vibrations making Hercules groan. His hands had moved from the demigod's thighs to his own body, one pinching his nipples, the other reaching back to tease his hole.

"That's it," Hercules encouraged. "Touch yourself. Show me how much you love choking on my cock."

Tino slipped two fingers into his hole, still slick from his earlier encounter with Alexos, and whimpered at the sensation. It wasn't enough. Not nearly enough. He needed more. Needed to be filled properly.

Hercules must have read his mind because he suddenly pulled out of Tino's throat completely, leaving him gasping and coughing, drool stringing from his lips to the demigod's cock.

"I think you're ready for more," Hercules said, reaching down to grip Tino under the arms. He lifted him effortlessly, Tino's feet leaving the ground, until they were face to face. "Let's see if you kiss as well as you suck."

He crushed their mouths together in a bruising kiss. Tino moaned into it, his arms wrapping around Hercules' thick neck, his legs instinctively wrapping around the demigod's waist. He could feel that massive cock pressing against his ass, hot and slick, and he ground down against it desperately.

Hercules kissed like he did everything else—with overwhelming power and confidence. His tongue invaded Tino's mouth, claiming it, tasting himself on Tino's tongue. One massive hand gripped Tino's ass, squeezing the round cheek possessively.

When they finally broke apart, both breathing hard, Hercules looked past Tino to where Alexos still sat watching.

"Come here, warrior," he commanded.

Alexos hesitated, his hand stilling on his cock. "I don't—"

"Please," Tino gasped, looking over his shoulder at Alexos. "Please, I want... I need..."

He didn't know how to finish that sentence. Didn't know how to put into words the desperate, aching need that was consuming him. But Alexos seemed to understand. He stood, his cock bobbing heavily, and crossed the distance between them.

"Good," Hercules said approvingly. "Now, I'm going to need you to guide my cock into this pretty boy's hole. Can you do that for me?"

Alexos swallowed hard, his eyes dropping to where Hercules' massive shaft pressed against Tino's ass. "That's... you're huge. You'll split him in half."

"I won't," Hercules assured him. "Trust me. The gods blessed me with more than just size. I know how to use it."

Tino was sandwiched between them now—Hercules in front, holding him up effortlessly, and Alexos behind, his chest pressing against Tino's back. He could feel both of their cocks, hard and hot, pressing against him.

"Kiss me," he whispered to Alexos, turning his head.

Alexos did, capturing Tino's lips in a deep, possessive kiss that was so different from Hercules' claiming. This was familiar, tender even, despite the desperate edge to it. Tino moaned into it, his body caught between the two men.

Then Hercules was kissing Alexos over Tino's shoulder, and Tino watched with wide eyes as the two men's tongues tangled together. It was the hottest thing he'd ever seen—his protector and a demigod kissing deeply while he was pressed between them.

His cock throbbed, leaking pre-cum onto Hercules' abs, and he thought he might cum just from watching them.

"Fuck," Alexos breathed when they broke apart. "That was..."

"Hot," Hercules finished with a grin. "Now, guide my cock. Let's give our pretty boy what he needs."

Tino leaned down, unable to resist, and latched his mouth onto one of Hercules' massive pecs. The muscle was firm beneath his lips, the nipple hard against his tongue. He sucked and licked, worshipping the huge slab of muscle, feeling it flex and bounce under his attention.

"Gods, yes," Hercules groaned. "Suck on my pec tits, pretty boy. Show me how much you love them."

Behind him, Tino felt Alexos reach down between their bodies. His hand wrapped around Hercules' shaft—or tried to, his fingers not quite meeting around the thick girth. He stroked it slowly, spreading the copious pre-cum, angling it toward Tino's hole.

But then he paused, his hand continuing to stroke, his thumb rubbing over the flared head. Tino could feel him playing with it, could feel more pre-cum leaking out to coat his ass.

"Alexos," Hercules said, his voice strained. "As much as I'm enjoying your hand, I need to be inside him. Now."

"Sorry," Alexos muttered, though he didn't sound sorry at all. "It's just... your cock is incredible."

"I know," Hercules said with a cocky grin. "But it'll be even more incredible buried in Antinous' tight hole. So guide it in. Let me claim him."

Alexos positioned the massive cockhead against Tino's entrance. Even with all the pre-cum coating it, even with Tino's hole still slick from earlier, it felt impossibly big.

"Ready?" Hercules asked, his eyes meeting Tino's.

Tino nodded, not trusting his voice.

"Good boy."

Hercules pushed forward.

The stretch was immediate and intense. Tino's hole resisted at first, too tight for something so massive, but Hercules was patient. He pushed steadily, letting Tino's body adjust, letting the ring of muscle slowly give way.

And then the head popped inside.

Tino screamed.

It was too much. Too big. Too intense. He felt split open, stretched impossibly wide, his body struggling to accommodate the massive intrusion. Tears streamed down his face, his hands clutching desperately at Hercules' shoulders.

"Breathe," Hercules commanded, holding still. "Just breathe, pretty boy. Your body will adjust."

Behind him, Alexos was kissing his neck, his shoulders, murmuring soothing words. "You're doing so well. Taking him so well."

Slowly, the burning pain began to fade, replaced by a deep, aching fullness. Tino's body was adjusting, his hole relaxing around the thick shaft.

"More," he gasped. "Give me more."

Hercules grinned. "As you wish."

He pushed deeper, feeding inch after inch of his massive cock into Tino's straining hole. Tino could feel every ridge, every vein, could feel his body stretching to accommodate the impossible girth. His rim was stretched obscenely wide, his inner walls fluttering and clenching around the invading shaft.

"So tight," Hercules groaned. "So fucking tight and hot. Better than Hermes' boy pussy, and that slut has had half of Olympus inside him."

The words should have been degrading, but instead they made Tino moan. He was better than a god. Tighter. Hotter. More desirable.

Hercules kept pushing until finally, finally, Tino felt the demigod's hips press flush against his ass. He was fully seated, every inch of that massive cock buried inside Tino's body.

"Look at you," Hercules murmured, his hand coming up to cup Tino's face. "Taking all of me. Such a good boy. Such a perfect boy."

He pulled back slowly, then thrust forward again. Tino cried out at the sensation—the drag of that thick shaft against his inner walls, the way it pressed against something deep inside that made stars explode behind his eyes.

"That's your prostate," Hercules explained, his hips starting to move in a steady rhythm. "That sweet spot that makes pretty boys like you scream. I'm going to fuck it until you can't remember your own name."

He suited actions to words, angling his thrusts to hit that spot with every stroke. Tino was reduced to a writhing, moaning mess, his cock leaking steadily, his hole clenching desperately around the massive shaft splitting him open.

"You're sexier than most of the boy sluts on Olympus," Hercules continued, his pace increasing. "Tighter. Sweeter. More responsive. I could fuck you for days and never get bored."

Behind Tino, Alexos was still pressed close, his cock grinding against Tino's ass cheek, his lips on Tino's neck. His hand came around to stroke Tino's cock in time with Hercules' thrusts.

"So beautiful," Alexos murmured. "Watching you take him. Watching your hole stretch around his cock. It's the hottest thing I've ever seen."

Tino could only whimper in response, lost in sensation. Every thrust sent pleasure shooting through his body, every drag of that massive cock against his prostate made him see stars. His bubble butt bounced and jiggled with the force of Hercules' thrusts, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the morning air.

"Listen to that," Hercules said with a grin. "Listen to your ass bouncing on my cock. Such a perfect, round, fuckable ass."

He gripped both cheeks, spreading them wide, watching his cock disappear into Tino's hole with every thrust. The sight seemed to drive him wild because his pace increased, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper.

"Going deeper now," he warned. "Going to push past that second ring. Going to get into your inner pussy."

Tino didn't know what he meant until he felt it—the head of Hercules' cock pressing against another barrier deep inside him. The pressure was intense, almost painful, but then something gave way and suddenly Hercules was sinking even deeper, reaching places inside Tino that he didn't know existed.

"Fuck!" Tino screamed, his back arching. "Oh gods, oh fuck, that's—"

"That's your inner pussy," Hercules groaned, grinding his hips in deep circles. "So tight. So hot. Gripping my cock like you never want to let go."

He started fucking in earnest then, long deep strokes that had his cock dragging through both rings, stimulating every nerve ending in Tino's hole. Tino was babbling now, incoherent pleas and curses spilling from his lips, his body shaking with the force of the pleasure.

"Come here," Hercules said, pulling Tino's face down to his chest. "Bury your face in my pecs while I fuck you."

Tino's face was pressed between those massive slabs of muscle, surrounded by firm, warm flesh. He could barely breathe, could only gasp and moan and whimper as Hercules pounded into him relentlessly.

Behind him, he heard Alexos grunt, felt hot liquid splashing across his ass. Alexos was cumming, unable to hold back any longer, his seed coating Tino's bouncing cheeks and dripping down to where Hercules' cock was splitting him open.

"That's it," Hercules encouraged. "Mark him. Show him he belongs to both of us."

The words, the sensation of Alexos' cum on his skin, the relentless pounding of Hercules' massive cock—it was all too much. Tino felt his orgasm building, coiling tight in his belly, ready to explode.

But Hercules wasn't done with him yet.

The demigod suddenly pulled out completely, leaving Tino's hole gaping and empty. Before Tino could protest, he was being lowered to the ground, pressed down onto the soft grass on his back. Hercules loomed over him, his massive body blocking out the sun, his cock glistening with slick and pre-cum.

"Spread your legs," Hercules commanded. "Show me that pretty hole."

Tino obeyed, pulling his knees up to his chest, exposing himself completely. His hole was red and swollen, still gaping slightly from the massive intrusion, leaking pre-cum and slick.

"Beautiful," Hercules murmured, lining his cock up again. "Absolutely beautiful."

He pushed back inside in one smooth thrust, and Tino screamed at the sensation. From this angle, Hercules' cock felt even bigger, reaching even deeper. The demigod set a brutal pace, pounding into Tino's hole with enough force to shake his entire body.

"Can you feel it?" Hercules asked, his voice strained. "Can you feel my cock reaching all the way up into your chest? Can you feel it pressing against your heart?"

And gods help him, Tino could. He could feel that massive shaft pushing so deep it felt like it was rearranging his insides, like it was reaching up into his chest cavity. Every thrust made his heart race, made his breath catch.

"I can feel it," Hercules groaned. "Can feel your heartbeat against my cockhead. Feel it racing. Feel how desperate you are for me."

His thrusts became erratic, losing their rhythm, and Tino knew he was close. The demigod's massive body was covered in sweat, his muscles flexing and rippling with every movement, his face twisted in pleasure.

"Going to cum," Hercules grunted. "Going to fill you with my divine seed. Going to breed this tight boy pussy."

"Yes," Tino gasped. "Please, please, fill me, breed me, I need—"

Hercules roared, his back arching, and Tino felt it—the first massive pulse of cum flooding his insides. It was hot, almost burning, and there was so much of it. Rope after rope of thick divine seed pumping into his hole, filling him up, making his belly swell slightly with the sheer volume.

Tino counted ten massive pulses, each one flooding him with more cum, before Hercules suddenly pulled out. His cock was still erupting, still shooting thick ropes of seed, and he aimed it at Tino's face and body.

The cum was everywhere—coating Tino's face, his lips, his hair. Covering his chest and abs, pooling in his navel. Ten more massive ropes painting him white, marking him, claiming him as thoroughly as the cum inside him.

The sensation, the heat, the sheer overwhelming eroticism of it all pushed Tino over the edge. His cock pulsed, untouched, and he came hard, his own seed shooting across his abs to mix with Hercules' divine cum.

He lay there, gasping, his body trembling with aftershocks, covered in cum and sweat and utterly wrecked.

Hercules leaned down and kissed him deeply, tasting his own cum on Tino's lips. When he pulled back, he was grinning.

"You were perfect," he murmured. "Absolutely perfect."

Then he turned to Alexos, who was watching with wide eyes, and pulled him into a kiss just as deep and passionate. When they broke apart, Hercules reached down and picked up his discarded sword belt. From it, he drew a magnificent blade—bronze and gleaming, with runes etched along the length.

"For you," he said, offering it to Alexos. "A gift. This blade is blessed by the gods. It will make you one of the greatest warriors in all of Greece. Use it well. Protect him well."

Alexos took the sword with shaking hands, his eyes wide with awe. "I... thank you. I will. I swear it."

Hercules winked. "I know you will."

He turned back to Tino, leaning down for one more kiss. "Until we meet again, pretty boy. And we will meet again. The gods have plans for you."

Then he straightened, and between one blink and the next, he was gone. Vanished as if he'd never been there at all.

Alexos stood frozen for a moment, staring at the space where Hercules had been, then down at the sword in his hands. Then he looked at Tino, still lying on the ground, covered in cum and looking thoroughly debauched.

"Gods," Alexos breathed. "That really happened."

Tino laughed weakly. "I think so. Unless we're both having the same dream."

Alexos set the sword down carefully and crossed to Tino, kneeling beside him. He cupped Tino's face gently, his thumb brushing across his cum-covered cheek.

They stayed like that for a long moment, kissing softly, before Alexos pulled back with a rueful smile.

"We should get cleaned up," he said. "And continue our journey. Athens is still waiting."

"Athens," Tino repeated, as if he'd forgotten where they were going. "Right. Athens."

Alexos helped him to his feet, supporting him when his legs wobbled. Together, they made their way to the river, washing away the evidence of their divine encounter.

But as Tino looked back at the spot where Hercules had stood, he knew that nothing would ever be the same. The gods had touched him, claimed him, and his destiny was no longer his own.