GODS OF OLYMPUS
≈ PROMETHEUS ≈
~ Zeus’ wrath ~
“How dare he??” – Zeus thundered, rising from his throne – “Doesn’t my authority mean anything to Prometheus anymore??”
Hermes bowed his head and meekly replied: “I’m just relating the news, my Father and Sire. I didn’t mean to upset you…”
“But I am upset! I’m furious! I let Prometheus play with his clay, creating those little things he calls ‘Mankind’, and though I thought it was an utterly stupid occupation for a god, I let him! And then he passed on to his ‘Mankind’ our godly knowledge, despite my explicit prohibition! I should’ve punished him, but again I was too tolerant with him, and I didn’t retaliate. But now Prometheus has crossed the line! How dare he steal the Titans’ fire and give it to men!!”
“Sire…” – Hermes said in a low voice, trying to soothe Zeus’ wrath – “I reckon Prometheus didn’t mean to undermine your authority, he’s just very passionate when it comes to nurturing his creations…”
“I don’t give a damn what makes his passions flare!” – Zeus shouted, making the skies rumble and thick clouds gather over Mount Olympus – “He disobeyed me and betrayed the trust we all put in him! He’ll be harshly punished! Let the Titans rise and chase Prometheus! I want them to capture him, bring him to the top of Mount Caucasus and strip him of his clothes and his dignity, for all the world to see! And then, I want them to impale Prometheus on a stone pillar and chain him to the mountain, to stay there, bound and helpless, exposed to the elements, until death comes to take him!”
Hermes knew he was pushing his luck, but he couldn’t help but state the obvious: “Sire… He’s a god, he’s immortal…”
Zeus shot Hermes a fiery glance that would’ve incinerated him, if he wasn’t a god himself: “Then he’ll stay chained to the Caucasus forever!!”
Hermes hurriedly bent a knee and stood still, with his head bowed, seeing Zeus striding furiously toward him. All the Olympians had the greatest reverence to Zeus, but they all knew well how sometimes he vented his wrath onto the innocents who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong moment. Young Hermes kept his head bowed as low as he could, and watched his irate father’s feet stopping in front of him. He looked at the big sinewy feet and the gnarled ankles, and timidly raised his gaze to the muscular calves and the hairy thigh, barely covered by the short white drape covering Zeus’ hips. In an attempt to soothe his father’s wrath, he raised a trembling hand and gently placed his palm on Zeus’ inner thigh, as a sign of submission and reverence.
There was an obvious twitch under the white cloth, at Zeus’ crotch, and Hermes inwardly sighed: he knew his father well, and if there was one thing that could snap him out of his wrath was a sudden erotic desire.
“Rise, son” – Zeus said with an almost kind tone, caressing Hermes’ head, feeling a shiver of lust spreading from his loins. The rules that usually applied to mortal men didn’t apply to the Olympians, and family bonds rarely prevented more carnal bonds to be forged. As a matter of fact, Zeus had married Hera, his own sister, and their parents, Cronus and Rhea, were siblings, too. For Zeus, having a healthy sexual intercourse with his own son wouldn’t be anything unusual, up in the Olympus, but Hermes’ kindness and submissive demeanor never failed to touch other parts of Zeus’ body, other than his unruly virility.
“Rise, and fear not” – he repeated, pulling Hermes on his feet – “You are the Messenger of Gods, and only a fool would take it out on the messenger. But you heard my orders about Prometheus: relate them to the Titans word by word, and have them chain Prometheus to Mount Caucasus. He’s going to pay hard for defying my authority!”
“Yes, my Sire” – Hermes replied, nodding his head, and then gave a slight caress to Zeus’ loincloth, where his now fully awoken manhood was making a tent under the fabric – “Do you want me… ehm… to help you relax?”
Zeus flashed a fatherly smile: “Since the day you were created, my dear son, I’ve never touched you, and not without reason. My carnal urges are often too wild and perverse to be tamed, and I don’t want to spoil the pureness of your body and soul. Go, my son. I’ll call for the Cup-Bearer, Ganymede, and have him bring a cup of Ambrosia: the sweet beverage and the even sweeter boy will take care of my every need.”
Hermes respectfully nodded and turned around with an impish smile, giving to Zeus a clear glimpse of his perfect bubble butt, barely covered by the way-too-short leather skirt. Zeus felt his own cock jolt under the loincloth and growled: “You bratty kid… If you play with fire, sooner or later you’ll get burned…”
With one last enticing grin, Hermes went away, and soon after came in Ganymede, the most handsome young human man to ever walk the streets of Troy. Zeus himself, infatuated with his beauty, kidnapped him and brought him to the Olympus, to serve as Cup-Bearer… and also to service him personally. Truth to be told, Ganymede adapted to his new role quite quickly and passionately.
“Sire… Here’s the Ambrosia you asked for” – Ganymede respectfully said, kneeling at Zeus’ feet, now sitting again on his throne. The cup was taken from his hands, but he didn’t stand up, nor he raised his gaze to Zeus’ face; he stood perfectly still, one one knee, hearing Zeus take a sip of the sweet Ambrosia. And stifled a grin of desire when he saw Zeus’ legs part wide, revealing his divine member. “Thank you, Ganymede” – Zeus growled, sipping his Ambrosia and thrusting his hips forward a couple inches, making his throbbing cock rise in all its glory – “Now, be a good boy, and make this old god happy…”
Ganymede was dearly awaiting that order; he leaned forward and gently pressed his face on Zeus’ cock and balls, inhaling his intoxicating scent. He raised his gaze to Zeus’ wide torso, his bulging biceps, his thick neck and his masculine, dominant face… and he couldn’t control his own body anymore. Under Zeus’ piercing gaze, Ganymede shuddered and let out a choked moan, while his own cock spurted uncontrollably thick plumes of manly seed at Zeus’ feet.
Fearing a harsh punishment, Ganymede shot a worried glance at Zeus, who was actually smiling: “I thought you came to give pleasure to me, not the other way round…”
“I… I don’t… Please forgive me, Sire! I couldn’t control myself, I was overwhelmed by your immense power and your unrivalled virility…”
“You confuse my godly power over the world, which is immense indeed, with the power of my loins” – Zeus replied, his eyes veiled with a hint of regret – “My virility is not as powerful as it used to be. Look at my member, it’s not even fully hard…”
Ganymede looked straight at Zeus’ eyes and felt pierced by his deep, dominant gaze; he shook his head: “I’m not mistaken, Sire. My seed, at your feet, can’t lie.… Your virility goes way beyond the hardness of your member or the potency of your loins. When you look at me that way, Sire, your dominance is so overwhelming that I… I feel penetrated deeper than your divine cock could ever do. ”
Listening to Ganymede's words of submission and utmost desire, Zeus opened his eyes wider, feeling a sudden rush of lust course through his body. His cock instantly became as stiff as marble and he reached out to Ganymede’s head, pushing it down to his throbbing cock, slowly but inexorably, never breaking eye contact. He kept pushing until his entire member was inside Ganymede’s mouth and down his throat. He looked deep into Ganymede’s eyes, now veiled with tears due to the massive intruder stuffing his throat, and smiled with pride when he saw the man’s eyes roll back and saw his body shudder again, in another helpless spontaneous climax.
“It’s about time you give me some pleasure, too” – Zeus mused, letting go of Ganymede’s head; the man recoiled for a moment, to breathe, and went to town on Zeus’ cock, sucking it with unrestrained passion and utmost devotion.
“Ooohh…” – Zeus moaned, feeling shivers of pleasure running through his spine – “How can a weak human man like you… mmmhhh!!... give to a god such great pleasure… Go on… Take it all… Take my virility to the last inch…”
Ganymede didn’t need to be encouraged, as he was already giving all he had to give, shoving his face down to Zeus’ crotch over and over, letting his massive cock crash into his gullet, uncaring of his own discomfort: in that moment, his entire world was Zeus, and he serviced his divine member as if his own very life depended on it. Ganymede’s hands roamed Zeus’ body, his taut abs, his muscular thighs, his plump gonads. Every moan and every twitch of pleasure were music to Ganymede’s ears, and spurred him to give more.
A sudden gasp made Ganymede realize that Zeus was on the verge of the abyss. He recoiled, looking up at the powerful god and said with a coarse, sensual voice that exuded a complete submission: “Sire, if you want my body, take it. If you want my life, take it…”
But Zeus was already slipping off the edge: “Maybe tonight…!”, he roared, and roughly pulled Ganymede’s face down to his crotch, shoving his entire cock down his throat and holding his head firmly in position, while shooting powerful jets of godly seed straight into the man’s stomach. Strong winds swept the throne room, while Zeus roared, prey of a mind-numbing pleasure. And then, slowly, an Olympic quietness filled the room again.
Zeus let go of Ganymede, who coughed and spat some of the seed forcibly shot down his abused throat; for a moment, the man had to steady himself on Zeus’ leg, lest to fall down to the floor.
“Damn, I always forget you’re just a weak man, Ganymede. Please forg…”
“Sire, no…!” – Ganymede interrupted him – “Don’t say it. That word doesn’t suit a powerful god like you. I was sincere: if you even took my life, I would’ve died contented.”
“But I would’ve never forgiven myself for such an inexcusable waste…” – Zeus replied, looking at Ganymede with affectionate eyes.
~ Titanic lust ~
Hermes flew down Mount Olympus, and then further down, inside the underground chasms under the mountains, to the place where the Titans lived. Hermes was loyal to Zeus, he was his father after all, but it always made him feel sorry remembering the way Zeus dethroned the Titans, despite them being his own parents and ancestors, and expelled them from the Olympus, to live underground like beasts.
Well, they had a sort of bestial allure, Hermes reckoned wearing a lustful grin, with their gigantic bodies, their unrivalled muscles, their enormous members and their total lack of finesse. He couldn’t pretend not to have occasional dirty thoughts, and even some wet dreams, about the Titans. The male ones, at least…
He entered a wide underground hall dimly lit by torches and he immediately froze, hearing a deep, mocking voice saying: “Look who’s here… A nice little boy with a beautiful body and a tiny little ass…! Are you lost, boy?”
“Oceanus…” – Hermes laughed, turning around and looking up at the Titan towering on him – “Always looking for a prey to satisfy your titanic urges, uh? And I see you’re with Hyperion, the most handsome of the Titans…!”
Hermes turned to Hyperion and made him an exaggeratedly deep bow, allowing Oceanus to take a long, lustful look at his perfect bubble ass.
Oceanus growled and massaged his own stiffening cock, shooting a mischievous glance at his brother Hyperion: “I think the boy has guts to come down here… It’s customary that sons have to pay for their father’s sins, and Zeus has committed the greatest sin toward us Titans, overthrowing us and forcing us to live underground, don’t you agree, my brother?”
For a long, terrible moment, Hermes feared that the two Titans were about to hurt him: after all they were more than twice his size, and much more muscular. But he inwardly sighed when he heard Hyperion reply, with a voice veiled with unrestrained lust: “Yes, I think we should punish the boy… He must have such a tiny, tight hole, under that licentious leather skirt…”
Hermes wasn’t really sure he could endure an assault by the two massive Titans, but his inner sluttiness didn’t let him pass the chance, so he played the part of the scared, virgin boy. “You… You can’t…” – he replied, pretending to seek safety climbing on a rock; but he actually placed only one foot on the rock and stood still, with his legs spread and his private parts shamelessly on display.
Oceanus was on him in less than a second, and grabbed Hermes’ small hips with his huge hands. “Brother, be kind…” – Oceanus growled to Hyperion, holding the boy in a steely grip – “Grab some oil from the jar and grease my member thoroughly: the boy’s hole is too tiny already, and I want to grant him at least a proper lubrication…”
Hyperion quickly complied, and massaged Oceanus’ cock to a frightening erection, and then he did the same with his own cock. Hermes, still with his legs spread and unable to escape, glanced at the Hyperion’s immense member and felt Oceanus’s equally huge cock pressing on his anus, and lost his smile: “Oceanus… I... I don’t think I can take it… wait…”
“I think you can, little bratty slut…” – Oceanus replied, pressing harder his mushroom head on Hermes’ tightly shut portal, trying an almost impossible entry. Hermes shook his head, scared: “No, wait… It’s too big! It will kill me!”
“You’re immortal” – Oceanus stated matter-of-factly, and thrust his hips with titanic force. Hermes’ hole couldn’t possibly resist the onslaught and opened up wider than ever, letting the monstrous intruder pass. The huge member didn’t stop, it crashed inside Hermes’ godly body, stretching and widening his inner cavities like never before.
“AAAARRGGHH!!! FUUUCK!!” – Hermes yelled, straightening up, all his muscles straining for the excruciating sensation. Hyperion’s laughter boomed in the cavern: “You’re definitely not dead, boy! Look at your cock, spurting your youthful semen like there’s no tomorrow!”
It was true. Despite the stinging pain caused by the harsh impalement, Hermes felt totally overwhelmed by the sheer masculinity radiating from Oceanus; even the roughness and the brutality of his penetration added to the irresistible eroticism of the moment, and Hermes’ body reacted with the most powerful climax he’d ever experienced.
“By Zeus… By Zeus…” – Hermes moaned, squirming, while showering the dark rock wall in front of him with countless shots of white seed; his feet slipped from the rock and he hang from Oceanus’ crotch, fully impaled on his titanic member, still groaning with choked voice: “By Zeus… By Zeus…”
“That name is not welcome here!” – Oceanus said aloud, turning to his brother – “Hyperion, shut him up!”
“With pleasure…” – Hyperion growled, forcibly pulling Hermes’ face toward his steel-hard cock. Hermes let out a feeble “Too big…”, but his mouth was soon too full of titanic meat to utter a single sound. Hyperion didn’t show more care or mercy than his brother, and thrust his hips, sinking his entire frightening tool down Hermes’ throat, to the last thick inch.
“Grrwlll…!!”, Hermes gurgled, trying his best to accommodate the immense intruder, and if he wasn’t an immortal god, he could’ve well died on the spot. But he didn’t die, he felt more alive than ever! How many times he’d fantasized about the mighty Titans living in the depths of Earth! How many times he offered his ass to rough and massively endowed humans, gods and semi-gods, pretending he was being fucked to oblivion by a Titan! And now his dream had come true, times ten!
Hermes felt a puppet in the Titans’ hands; he was held in a horizontal position by four powerful hands, impaled on both ends by two massive cocks that were ravaging his insides with careless greed, and the young god felt delightfully helpless, at the mercy of the merciless giants. But when he thought that he had already crossed his physical limits by a good mile, he felt the four hands leave his body, and he realized that he was held mid-air only by the two rock-hard cocks skewering him both sides, like a pig on the fire pit. What more were the two Titans about to do to him? What further delightful punishment were they about to give him?
Hermes soon found out. “Brother, take my hands and follow my lead…” – Oceanus ordered, and Hyperion immediately complied, with a mischievous grin. Oceanus thrust his hips, pulling on Hyperion’s hands, making him push his own cock deeper into Hermes’ throat. Soon they found their rhythm, using their hands to have more leverage and shove their gigantic members into Hermes’ orifices with even more force than before.
At each twin thrust, Hermes felt crushed between the two muscular hips slamming on his face and buttocks, while the two titanic rods devastated him from inside, giving him a pleasure that he couldn’t even fathom. Hermes came again, wildly, and he realized he’d lost count of the times those sexy ancient gods had fucked the cum out of him.
Even his supernatural stamina was quickly depleting, under the incredible onslaught, and he wanted to beg the two Titans to have mercy on him and bless him with their seed; but he couldn’t speak, so he used his hands and feet to heavily massage the giants’ balls, squeezing and slapping them, hoping to induce their orgasm.
Maybe his move pushed the two studs over the edge; more likely, they got the message and thought it was time to put an end to their rough game. All Hermes knew for sure was that suddenly the two massive cocks thickened even more and started pulsing inside him, flooding his guts of creamy titan-juice from both ends. He felt his belly grow a bit under the inner pressure, and the mere idea of being bred that way forced one last weak orgasm out of his own loins.
Hyperion and Oceanus slowly pulled out, and Hermes was gently put down to the ground, on unsteady feet. His entire body ached, and he could clearly feel the gallons of seed filling his insides sloshing around.
Oceanus shot a fatherly glance at Hermes: “We weren’t too rough with you, boy, were we? If you need to… get rid of the seed filling your guts, there’s a latrine in that corner over there…”
“I… uhm…” – Hermes replied, blushing – “I’d like to keep it inside me. As a reminder of the unforgettable fuck you gave me. Damn, I’ll never get again a fuck that can be on par with what you did to me…”
“Well, boy…” – Hyperion chuckled – “…whenever you feel in the mood, you know the way! But you have to come here yourself, because unfortunately we can’t move from here, as per Zeus’ order…”
“You actually can, for once…” – Hermes replied, suddenly remembering the very reason he’d come down there – “Zeus has assigned you a task, and you’d better not fail him. He wants to punish Prometheus for sharing with mankind the secret of the sacred fire. You must capture Prometheus and bring him to the top of Mount Caucasus; and when there, you must strip him of his clothes and his dignity – Zeus’ exact words –, impale him on a stone pillar and chain him to the rock, leaving him exposed and helpless for the years to come.”
“Uhm…” – Oceanus grumbled – “Does Zeus remember that Prometheus is our nephew, son of our brother Iapetus? Of course he remembers! How evil of him, asking us to do the dirty work as usual. But fair is fair, Zeus defeated us and he now sits on the Olympic throne. And anyway, nephew or not, Prometheus stole our fire, to give it to those useless men, and we Titans can’t let him go without retaliating. We’ll do it, Hermes! At least, we’ll have the chance to see the sun once more and breathe some fresh air. But your father is evil, I’m not afraid to say it aloud.”
Hermes nodded: “I get it, and I don’t blame you. But… does it mean that I’m not welcome here anymore?”
“Boy, you and your sweet ass… not to mention your velvety mouth… will always be more than welcome here. Maybe next time we can show you how Titans really fuck, as today we have restrained ourselves, you know…”
Hermes opened his eyes wide and gulped down: “Can it be harder than that?”
Hyperion chuckled: “You’ll never know… until you come back, boy. Now go, and tell Zeus that we’ll obey his orders. Maybe you might want to gloss over the… other things that happened here today.”
“Maybe I will…” – Hermes replied, placing a hand on his bulging belly and wearing a wide smile.
~ Clothes and dignity ~
After a grueling ascent, Prometheus reached the peak of Mount Caucasus, roughly pushed forward by Oceanus and Hyperion; there was a small ledge, close to the top, and Prometheus stopped, turning to the Titans: “Why have you brought me here?”
“To get your rightful punishment” – Oceanus replied, with a steely glance – “You stole our fire, the Fire of the Titans, to give it to your… what was the name again?... your ‘mankind’! And before you ask, we’re on a mission for Zeus. He gave us very detailed orders…”
“Which orders??”
As only reply, Hyperion grabbed Prometheus from behind, blocking him, while Oceanus furiously ripped away Prometheus’ tunic and the short loincloth he was wearing underneath, leaving him stark naked. Hyperion forcibly pushed Prometheus to the ground and pinned him down with his titanic force.
“Your clothes were the first thing we’ve been ordered to strip you from” – Oceanus said in a menacing tone, and Prometheus asked, nervous: “The first one? I’m stark naked! What else are you going to take away from me??”
“Your dignity” – Hyperion replied, grabbing his own massive cock from underneath his leather skirt and pointing it to Prometheus’ lips. Prometheus shot a disgusted glance at the Titan and turned his face away, unwilling to stay that close to another god’s virility.
“Yeah, we know you don’t like it; not even Zeus knows why you are different, you only lay women. Don’t get me wrong, we know well what great pleasure a wet cunt can give to a greedy member, but that’s only half of the apple, boy.”
“I don’t give a damn if you like fucking cunts or male asses! I’m not going to touch another man’s cock!”
“And this is exactly why we’re going to enjoy so much punishing you this way” – Hyperion growled, grabbing Prometheus’ jaws and forcing them open; and then shoved his huge member inside the wet cavern, but not too deep, only the tip, to force Prometheus savoring the musky taste of his manhood.
“Tell me again how much you hate sucking my cock…!” – Hyperion said with an evil tone – “Tell me how disgusting you find feeling my cock brushing on your tongue! Tell me how scared you are, knowing that soon I’ll flood your mouth with my manly seed!”
Prometheus felt disgusted, violated, but he was proud: the Titans were not going to break him! So, instead of whining and trying to escape the hard meat tool filling his mouth, he began sucking it in earnest, to show he was still in charge. But as he started working on the massive cock, something subtly changed inside him, and he wondered why he’d always refused to have sexual contact with male gods.
“Look at him!” – Oceanus laughed, pointing at Prometheus’ stiffening cock – “The boy likes it! Feed him more cock, Hyperion, let’s test how deep is his sluttiness!”
Prometheus felt a sting of shame, hearing Oceanus’ words; he fiercely tried to ignore the demeaning comment, but couldn’t ignore his own body betraying him.
“Say, brother…” – Hyperion asked, enjoying the sight of Prometheus gagging on his big cock – “Zeus told us to impale this whore on a stone pillar, but I see no pillars around. Any ideas?”
“Look better, brother” – Oceanus laughed, grabbing his own fully erected titanic cock – “Here’s a prime-quality pillar, and granted, it’s as hard as rock!”
Prometheus suddenly felt Oceanus’ warm club press on his inviolate anus, and uttered a choked “By Zeus, no!”, but Oceanus increased the pressure even more: “By Zeus, yes…”
“Wait… It can’t fit… I’m a virgGGGGHHAAAA!!!!”
Oceanus broke into Prometheus’ ass with a mighty push, but then stopped. “Look at me, boy… Look at me and don’t avert your gaze, while I’m doing… this!” – Oceanus ordered, pushing a couple inches further into the tight chute.
“Nnngghh…” – Prometheus groaned, shaking his head; the pain was excruciating, and still his pride prevented him from pleading for mercy. Another inch of cock stretched Prometheus’ insides and reached a secret place inside him, unleashing a wild, despised and yet intoxicating sexual tension. A drop of pre-cum oozed out of Prometheus’ throbbing cock and dribbled down the shaft.
The two Titans exchanged a silent glance and started moving in unison: Hyperion gently fucking Prometheus’ mouth, but without ever going too deep; and Oceanus sliding his cock back and forth inside Prometheus’ ass, every time hitting that special spot inside him.
Hyperion reached down to Prometheus’ nipples and started brushing his rough fingers over them, slowly, sensually, and Prometheus found himself moaning and arching his chest, to get more of that unexpected additional pleasure.
“What a whore” – Oceanus commented with an evil grin – “This bitch gets his ass and mouth drilled by real men’s cocks, and gets his tits manhandled, and moans helplessly, begging for more!”
Prometheus hated himself for reacting like that to the Titans’ onslaught, and desperately tried to ignore the pleasure he was feeling, but the steely rod battering his prostate, the hot meat invading his mouth and the expert fingers brushing his titties were almost irresistible. He felt his own juice boiling inside his groin and desperately tried to subdue his pleasure: those brutes were violating his body, but they were not going to break him, to strip him from…”
«...my dignity!» – Prometheus inwardly screamed, realizing what was the real punishment the Titans were about to give him. They were going to humiliate him, making him cum like a whore, against his will! And he instantly knew how right he was, when he felt Oceanus’ commanding hand taking possession of his cock and stroking it with a steely grip.
“Mmmpphh…” – Prometheus protested, his mouth too full of titanic meat to be able to articulate words, but the strong hand went on stroking the stiff cock up and down, up and down, making more pre-cum dribble out of the engorged head.
Prometheus knew he was soon going to lose his battle, and rolled his head sideways, to get free from Hyperon’s cock: “Please, no… I’m begging you, Oceanus, don’t make me cum this way… Oceanus, stop, for Olympus’ sake!”
“Shut him up, brother…” – Oceanus growled to Hyperion, who shoved again his cock deep into Prometheus’ mouth, but this time pushing hard until his long rod crashed inside the tight throat. At the same time, Oceanus shoved his mighty member all the way into Prometheus’ chute, making him buck for the painful impalement.
That was the last straw, Prometheus felt his own body stiffen in a straining climax, and immediately his cock started shooting volley after thick volley of manly seed all over the place, while the harsh laughter of the Titans echoed in his ears; and to make his humiliation complete, he soon felt the two titanic cocks thickening and pulsing inside him, filling his mouth and his guts of virile semen.
In the tense silence that followed the noisy orgasms, Prometheus weakly said: “I guess you’re done with me…”
“You guessed wrong boy. Now begins your torment…”
~ Prometheus Bound ~
With quick, efficient moves, the Titans locked thick metal manacles around Prometheus’ wrists and ankles; the manacles were connected to heavy chains, that were quickly bolted to the rock, holding Prometheus on his back, on the rough rocky surface of the ledge, in a wide spread-eagle position.
Oceanus took a step back, looking at the bound god and shook his head: “Wider. Spread his legs wider, Hyperion. Pull on the chains until he screams!”
“Awww… FUUUCK!!” – Prometheus yelled, feeling his legs pulled apart wider than ever. He was feeling terribly exposed, unable to protect himself in any way, and with his most precious treasures -his virility and his anus- at anyone’s mercy.
When he saw the Titans exchanging a nod of approval and turning around to go away, Prometheus begged with a choked voice: “Don’t leave me alone bound this way! How long will I stay locked like this?”
Oceanus turned around, but just a bit, and sneered: “Until you cum… Which will never happen. Consider the orgasm we gave you as our farewell gift. You despised it, you hated yourself for enjoying a pleasure you didn’t want to feel, but soon you’ll beg to feel it once more.”
With those last worrying words, the Titans started climbing down the steep rocky ridge and soon disappeared from Prometheus’ sight. He was alone, helpless and bound to the rock by titanic chains that not even his supernatural strength could break. Gods can’t die, but they can feel hunger and thirst, and Prometheus cringed, thinking at the torments awaiting him.
But the sun shone bright in the sky, the day was clear and warm, and he stopped squirming, enjoying the warm caress of the sun rays on his skin. If he was going to suffer a great pain, he was determined to enjoy, at least, that last moment of peace. He reclined his head on the rock, feeling a warm breeze caressing his body and making the sperm covering his torso dry off. The breeze was pleasant and danced on his exposed skin, like a caring caress.
But slowly something changed. The warm breeze became more insistent and hotter, it touched his body with more force, creating little swirls that tickled his abs and his pecs. It couldn’t happen by chance, there was a design behind it! The gusts of hot wind began to caress his entire body, sensually, stimulating all his erogenous zones, and soon Prometheus got hard again, and his breath became heavier.
Traces of voices came to his ears through the wind… He recognized Zeus’ voice, and the restrained anger in his tone scared Prometheus.
“Aeolus, my brother” – Zeus ordered with stern voice – “As the owner of the winds, you’ll send your warmest and most sensual South winds to the Caucasus, to arouse Prometheus and make him writhe with unrestrained desire. Relentlessly, tirelessly, they will make him feel madly horny and will bring him to the brink of orgasm… but they will never go too far, and will never let him enjoy the pleasure he craves!”
“Sire… I bow to you command” – Aeolus replied, with a cautious tone – “but… it’s too cruel! As a man myself, I can’t think of a crueler torture than force a man to stay on the brink of the orgasm day after day, month after month…”
“Century after century!” – Zeus bellowed, furious – “Do as I told you, or you’ll soon be going to make company to the Titans, down in the bowels of the earth!”
Prometheus was aghast and scared. The punishment Zeus was going to inflict him was the cruelest indeed! “No… Not this…” – he whined with wet eyes; and a gentle gust of wind seemed to caress his face, while Aeolus’ voice whispered into his ear: “My boy, my heart bleeds, but Zeus spoke. I’ll try and lessen your pain as much as I can, but I can’t spare you this fate…”
The wind blows became stronger, and quickly Prometheus felt like hundreds of hands were touching his entire body. Gentle feminine hands caressed his face and his torso, stronger manly hands brushed over his widely spread thighs, expert nails tickled the tip of his nipples, rude fingers explored his exposed anus. A hot whirlwind enveloped his cock and balls, squeezing and caressing the sensitive skin, until Prometheus let out a loud moan of unrestrained desire.
“Don’t stop… Don’t stop…” – he murmured, offering his body to the ministrations of the wind. The gusts played his body like an instrument, knowing by heart his most sensitive spots and titillating them incessantly, restlessly, with an otherworldly sensuality that made Prometheus gasp and squirm, climbing to the peak of his pleasure.
“Yes… Yesss…. YES…!!” – he screamed, on the verge of an explosive orgasm, but suddenly all the hands were withdrawn, the wind fell and he was left there, helplessly bound to the mountain, groaning for the unsatisfied desire. “Please… PLEASE!!” – he begged, but the air around him was still. He felt his pleasure painfully subside into his groin, but soon a sudden gust of wind swirled around his engorged glans, bringing him again to the brink of the abyss, to then fade as fast as it came.
“NOOOOOO!!!” – Prometheus screamed, thrashing hard against the unbreakable chains, but his plea fell on deaf ears. Once again he felt the pleasure subside, and twin blows of warm wind mischievously swirled around his swollen nipples, making him gasp again for the mind-blowing horniness.
Minutes became hours, and Prometheus was almost losing his mind, constantly held on the very edge of a powerful climax that was always cruelly denied to him at the very last moment. The Sun descended below the horizon and the Moon found Prometheus covered with sweat, his cock as hard as the rocks he was bound to, writhing with unsatisfied desire, and his eyes filled with a stupor induced by the countless denied orgasms.
A strong, cold Northern wind suddenly broke over the peak of Mount Caucasus, making Prometheus shiver; dark clouds gathered around the mountain and a heavy rain started pouring over the bound god, washing away his sweat and soothing his tension. Prometheus felt the rain drenching him, hydrating his thirsty body and even soothing his hunger, and he silently thanked the benevolent god who sent him that unexpected break in his torment. The rain slowly ceased and a warm, soothing wind dried him off, gently, carefully avoiding the most abused parts of his body. “Sleep, child…” – Aeolus’ voice whispered into Prometheus’ ear – “Restore your energies, because at dawn your torment will start again. But until Darkness covers everything under her black veil, I’ll watch over your sleep.”
~ Unchained lust ~
The days became weeks, then months, then years, but the cruel teasing Prometheus was subjected to didn’t relent in any way. In the early morning, after the restful sleep granted by Aeolus, it was easier to cope with the mind-blowing arousal caused by the wicked gusts of hot wind; but in the evening, with his mind weakened by the countless denied orgasms, Prometheus screamed in frustration every time the invisible hands left him alone, writhing and unsatisfied, on the brink of the climax.
The humans, in the valley at the feet of Mount Caucasus, heard his cries and shivered in pain; the women ran to their houses, while the men looked at each other, willing to help their hero, the god who was suffering for revealing to them the secret of the fire; but they knew what torment Prometheus was subjected to, and shied away at the idea of climbing up to the peak of the mountain to… give pleasure to another man. But there were, among them, a few brave warriors who preferred male company over womanly love, and they tried hard to reach the top of the peak, but only a god could climb up there, and they always came back defeated.
Prometheus’ cries could be clearly heard up to the Olympus, too, and Hermes felt dying inside, whenever he heard Prometheus’ screams of delirious desire coming from afar. He tried several times to intercede in Prometheus’ favor with Zeus, but the king of the gods was always adamant: Prometheus’ torture was not going to end anytime soon.
Hermes was too good-hearted to stay put, and decided to act, even in spite of Zeus’ orders. Come what may, he had to help Prometheus in any way. So, one night, he flew to the peak of Mount Caucasus, and his heart skipped a beat, looking at Prometheus bound to the rock in such a shameful position, with his limbs spread wide at the mercy of the elements. Thankfully, Prometheus was sleeping, but he knew that his peace was going to end soon.
With a flutter of wings, Hermes flew away; he couldn’t help Prometheus himself, bound as he was to Zeus’ orders, but he knew who could help him: someone who had some supernatural powers, but wasn’t really a god; someone who didn’t like Zeus too much and actually held some grudge against him. And above all, someone who, unlike Zeus, had a heart…
“Herakles!!” – Prometheus shouted out in surprise, when the handsome face of the semi-god emerged from the cliff leading to the ledge – “Herakles, thank Zeus you're here!!”
“Don’t thank Zeus” – Herakles replied, with a dark face – “It was Hermes who pleaded with me to come here and save you. And if I know Zeus a little bit, Hermes will pay hard for this.”
Prometheus watched with wide eyes Herakles -or ‘Hercules’, as the Romans named him- climbing the last steps and tower over him, in all his masculine glory. His wide, muscular chest was a sight to behold, his powerful biceps were legendary, his legs as thick as trunks were astonishing. But despite his massive body, what really made Prometheus’ heart flutter were Herakles’ eyes: deep blue eyes that looked down at him with infinite pain, great empathy and manly affection.
“You’re a terrible sight…” – Herakles murmured, scanning Prometheus’ body covered in sweat and his face contracted into a smirk of painful sexual desire – “Stay still, now, I’m going to break these chains.”
Herakles tried hard breaking the chains, he pulled and twisted with all his might, making his powerful muscles bulge under his skin; his entire body got wet with sweat for the effort, and he puffed and grunted and swore, but the titanic chains were too strong even for him.
He fell on his knees, exhausted, and shot a sorry glance to Prometheus: “I… I can’t break them. They’re too strong…”
Prometheus remembered what Oceanus told him before going away: «You’ll be free when you cum… which will never happen...»
“Make me cum…” – Prometheus pleaded with fiery eyes – “Herakles, make me cum, and the chains will release me!!”
Herakles shot an uncertain glance, as he himself, like Prometheus, for some reason was only attracted to women, and the idea of touching another man -touching him sexually- deeply disgusted him.
“Are… Are you sure? I mean, I… I could force myself to give you a… uhm… a helping hand, but only if there’s no other way…”
“Please, Herakles! Do you think I would beg an icon of virility like you to make me cum, if there was another way? If you don’t grant me the pleasure these hot winds keep denying me, I’ll go out of my mind!”
Herakles had faced many arduous, almost impossible tasks, in his life, and yet he had an almost irresistible shyness when he tentatively extended his hand toward Prometheus’ throbbing virility. Prometheus watched the powerful hand getting closer to his needy member, inch after inch, almost foretasting the pleasure that the manly touch was going to grant him. Herakles’ hand was almost touching the throbbing shaft, it was so close that Prometheus could feel its warmth…
A sudden chilling whirlwind hit them with a mighty force, creating high dust devils around them: apparently, the winds had clear orders to prevent Prometheus’ cock from being touched. Herakles shielded his eyes from the swirling dust, and mercifully covered Prometheus’ eyes, too, until the wind subsided.
“It won’t work…” – Herakles murmured – “I’m not strong enough to fight Aeolus’ blows. I can only guess the madly desire you’re feeling, but I can’t make you cum without touching your… uhm… member.”
Prometheus’ gaze was almost delirious: “Fuck me… Herakles, fuck me! I don’t care if it hurts, but fuck the cum out of me!”
Herakles shook his head, and Prometheus insisted: “I’m as disgusted as you, but it’s the only way! Fuck me, Herakles, and make me cum!”
“You don’t understand…” – Herakles replied, rising to his feet – “My chest, my biceps, my legs are not the… only massive part of me. I’m massive… everywhere.”
With a swift move, Herakles snapped open his leather skirt and let it fall to the ground, revealing the thickest cock Prometheus had ever seen. If the Titans were champions in length, Herakles was the undisputed king in girth.
Prometheus watched with gaping mouth the monster cock in front of him, and his surprise turned to disbelief when the massive member started swelling, thickening even more, until it was fully hard.
“I know that the Titans raped you, before chaining you to the mountain” – Herakles said – “but it’s been many years ago, and your anus must be as tight as it was when you were a virgin. I would hurt you. Badly. I can’t, Prometheus. I just… can’t.”
“You must” – Prometheus replied with a frenzied glare in his gaze – “I don’t care if your club will tear me apart, I can’t resist this torture anymore! Hurt me, break me open, but make me cum!”
After a few moments in deep thought, Herakles slowly nodded: “I’ll try. I can’t leave you suffering this way. I’ll try to be as gentle as possible, but you tell me if it hurts too much.”
Herakles spat a couple times on his fingers and pressed them on Prometheus’ anus, willing to lubricate and loosen it as much as possible, but again the chilling whirlwind enveloped them, making the mountain itself tremble for the potency of the gusts.
“No time for that!” – Prometheus yelled, to overcome the roar of the wind – “Fuck me!”
Herakles steadied himself on the rock, trying to resist the strength of the gusts, and pressed his humongous cock on Prometheus’ tight hole. “Open your door, man…! Relax, let me in!” – he pleaded, unwilling to hurt Prometheus too badly, but the cold blows of wind made Prometheus shiver hard, forcing his ass rings to tighten even more: “I’m trying! Give me a moment, I… I can…”
With a roaring sound, the Northern wind hit Herakles’ back with the force of a running chariot, and Herakles fell hard over Prometheus, sinking his entire frightening tool into the unprepared hole and stretching it beyond any human limit. But Prometheus wasn’t human, he was a god, son of Titans, and his body withstood the sudden impalement. Not without protesting, though: the excruciating pain that immediately radiated from his split-open bottom made him scream aloud, and his screams mixed with the loud whistles of the wind. Instinctively, he tried to close his legs, but the tight chains held him in position, with his legs wide apart, offering no resistance whatsoever to the harsh penetration.
And yet, behind the unbearable pain, Prometheus felt a sparkle of the same pleasure that Oceanus forced him to feel, before chaining him to the rock. Actually, due to the massive girth of Herakles’ cock, the pressure on his prostate was even greater, and Prometheus suddenly knew that he could do it, he could cum! But Herakles had to do his part.
“Don’t stop! Fuck me! Unleash the power of your loins! YES! AAAGGHH!! No, don’t mind my screams, go on!!”
Herakles knew he was badly hurting Prometheus, but decided to turn off his brain and let his groin take control of him. The massive glutes and the strong legs twitched and stiffened, and he slammed his cock all the way into Prometheus’ protesting hole; and then again, and again, making the ground tremble under the force of the thrusts.
He was ready to forcibly ignore Prometheus’ cries of pain, but strangely… he wasn’t crying out, he wasn’t screaming anymore. He was actually moaning!
They looked at each other, almost in disbelief: one realizing with surprise how incredibly pleasurable was having his member squeezed by a manly hole, the other enjoying in amazement the waves of irresistible pleasure coming from the depths of his body.
“You’re… You’re amazing…” – Prometheus murmured, looking deeply into Herakles’ eyes.
“I can’t believe… I mean, you’re a man, but… ooohhh…!!!” – Herakles moaned, without even trying to hide the sexual pleasure he was feeling, a pleasure that not even the most beautiful goddess ever gave him.
Slowly, what had started as a rough impalement and a furious fuck turned into a slow, sweet love-making, while the two men kept gazing at each other, discovering a world they’d always refused to explore, so far. The world of man-love.
“Make love to me, man…” – Prometheus whispered, barely realizing that around them the wind had stopped, and the air was again calm and warm. Herakles went on gently easing his massive rod back and forth, with sweet, caring thrusts: “I’m afraid I’m hurting you…”
“It’s the sweetest pain I’ve ever felt” – the bound man replied, rolling back his eyes for the pleasure and breathing hard – “And you’re the most loving man I’ve ever met… Go on… I can’t put in words the pleasure you’re giving me… aaahh… yes… Right there…! nnngghhh… More… More… I’m almost there… I’m almost there… Cum with me, my wonderful man, fill me with your precious essence… Yes… YES… AAAAAAARRGGGHHH!!!!”
Prometheus’ scream of pleasure echoed in the valley and in the halls of the Olympus, covering the deep, restrained growl that Herakles uttered when he fell himself into the abyss and flooded Prometheus’ depths with his creamy seed.
They both convulsed in the throes of the pleasure, and Prometheus threw his arms and legs around Herakles’ writhing body, holding him tight, while the last spasms of their orgasms trailed off.
“I… I’m free…!” – Prometheus murmured, almost in disbelief, looking at his hands, and then added, with unrestrained happiness: “I’m free!! You set me free!!”
They stood for a long time in each other’s arms, their bodies intertwined, exchanging passionate, liberating kisses; and if a part of their minds protested that they were kissing another man, neither of them could care less.
~ Prometheus Unbound ~
Prometheus rose on his unsteady feet. He was a sorry sight, covered in sweat and sperm, and with an exhausted expression on his face. It actually seemed to Herakles that Prometheus was about to faint.
“Where are you going, sit down” – Herakles warned, but Prometheus moved a few uncertain steps toward the cliff: “I can’t stay here a minute longer…”
As soon as he said those words, his legs gave in, and Herakles quickly took him into his strong arms: “All right, then. I’m bringing you down”. He took Prometheus bodily and held him tight against his chest, using one hand, like a mother holds her child; Prometheus protested: “You can’t descend the mountain bringing me like this…”, and Herakles chuckled: “Do you think these muscles are only for show? Relax, and trust me, you’re in good hands.”
Herakles started climbing down the cliff, and Prometheus held tight to his massive body; he felt safe, loved, taken care of. He could feel against his skin Herakles’ muscles rhythmically bulge and relax, and if his libido wasn’t completely depleted, he would’ve had an erection.
Step after difficult step, they moved down, and slowly Prometheus, lulled by Herakles’ confident moves, slipped into a merciful unconsciousness. His last thought was that his heart, incredible as it seemed, was bursting with love for that sturdy semi-god who did so much to save him. Including giving him the most sensational fuck ever…
Blackness. Indistinct voices. Horrible nightmares and beautiful dreams.
Prometheus opened his eyes and at first he couldn’t understand where he was. It was a luminous room, with veiled windows showing an endless panorama over the Earth. He was in a bed, covered by expensive satin sheets.
“Welcome back home…” – a friendly voice said close to him, and Prometheus smiled wide, without even the need to turn his head: “Herakles… I don’t know how I can ever repay you… You brought me down from the Caucasus and then up to the Olympus…”
“I got a helping… wing” – Herakles replied, pointing his chin to the opposite corner of the ample room, where Hermes was waiting, in silence – “You have powerful friends, here.”
“I owe you both my life, or at least my sanity, and I can’t thank you enough” – Prometheus murmured, with a smile that slowly gave way to a tense expression – “But the most powerful of all the Olympians is not my friend, I’m afraid. It’s about time I face his wrath.”
Prometheus got off the bed, wore a beautiful tunic and moved to the throne room. He had conflicting feelings: he understood the reason why Zeus punished him, but still he felt the punishment was too harsh, and it ended so soon only because his friends helped him.
He walked resolutely in front of the Throne, where Zeus was sitting, and briefly nodded his head: the bare minimum of respect that he was required to show to the King of Olympus. But then, as a sign of reverence, he stood silent, waiting for Zeus to speak first.
“Before your negative thoughts lead you astray…” – Zeus said in a serious tone – “...you must know that I was well aware of Hermes’ rescue mission. I actually covertly nudged him in that direction. He was forbidden to touch you, and I knew for sure that he couldn’t break the Titans’ chains, but I trusted his resourcefulness. Calling Herakles was a smart move.”
“If so…” – Prometheus replied, in a bitter tone – “why didn’t you just put an end to my torment?”
Zeus averted his gaze and became pensive, and a deep sadness veiled his voice when he said: “Do you think it’s easy sitting on this throne? You may think I’m omnipotent, but there are things I can’t do. Making mistakes, for instance. It’s so soothing, so liberating saying ‘I was wrong, forgive me’, but such a pleasure is denied to me, just as much as physical pleasure was denied to you while chained to the Caucasus. And I have no mighty hero to come to my rescue.”
Prometheus looked at Zeus with wide eyes, as if he was seeing him for the first time. Hermes was wrong, Herakles was wrong: Zeus did have a heart! But he was not allowed to listen to its sweet words. In a rush of renewed respect and affection, Prometheus moved close to the throne and bent a knee in front of Zeus: “I’m lucky, then, because I’m allowed to make mistakes, and… I’m allowed to ask for your forgiveness, Sire.”
He bowed his head deep, in submission, and felt his heart warm up when he heard Zeus reply: “The Olympus shines brighter since you’re back, my dear boy.”
Prometheus was about to stand up and take his leave, when he suddenly froze, seeing Zeus parting his legs, revealing his stiffening virility. His heart started beating furiously: he was convinced that Zeus was being benevolent to him, but now he was afraid that Zeus was going to actually humiliate him more…
“Sire… Are you commanding me to… humble myself and service your manhood?”
“I’m not commanding you anything, son” – Zeus replied in a fatherly tone – “and as for servicing my manhood, I heard you recently discovered the amazing world of manly love. I’m offering you the chance to explore this world a little further, this time at your own pace, and only if you so desire. Rest assured that either way, I won’t be angry at you.”
Zeus’ cock twitched, and Prometheus felt a warmth spread within his own body. This time there was no Titan forcefully shoving his cock down his throat, there was no pain to suffer lest to be set free: this time Prometheus could do what Zeus suggested: explore.
He slowly leaned forward and reached out to Zeus’ cock; it felt so heavy in his hand, so warm, the skin on the shaft was soft, but the flesh underneath was quickly becoming as stiff as a rock. A beautiful, perfectly shaped helmet emerged from the foreskin and Prometheus felt drawn to it. He lowered his head to it and inhaled his masculine aroma, a scent that he couldn’t identify, but made his own blood flow faster in his veins.
Prometheus gently kissed the wide glans, and then tentatively licked it: it felt velvety, smooth, and its taste was intoxicating. He wanted more, he needed more of it! Throwing his caution to the wind, Prometheus engulfed the divine member with his mouth and pursed hard his lips around the steely shaft, rolling his tongue all around the engorged mushroom head.
Zeus inhaled sharply and tightened his fingers on the throne’s armrests, trying to stay as still as possible. His effort didn’t go unnoticed to Prometheus: the mighty, commanding, dominant Zeus was restraining himself, yielding control to him! Oh, how dearly Prometheus wished to be more experienced in the art of oral pleasure! He wished to give Zeus such great pleasure that his howls would be heard throughout the entire Olympus!
He wasn’t skilled enough, but the passion he put in servicing Zeus’ virility did its magic nevertheless, and a loud, sensual ‘OOOOHHHH!!!’ echoed in the wide throne room. Prometheus began bobbing his head in earnest, using his hands to explore as much of Zeus’ gorgeous body as he could. He remembered what Oceanus did to him, on the Caucasus, and reached up to Zeus’ chest, flicking his nails on his meaty nipples.
“By the Olympus…! MMMMHH!!” – Zeus moaned loud – “Keep doing it… You’re igniting in my groin a stronger fire than the Titans’... oooOOOHHH!! I’m so close… I’m close!! Back up, son! I can’t hold it!”
Prometheus didn’t back up. If ever he was in doubt, this last proof of Zeus’ kindness won his heart, and he pushed hard his own mouth down Zeus’ hard shaft, letting it crash into his tight throat.
Strong winds suddenly swept the throne room, the sky rumbled, and Zeus shot a powerful stream of godly seed straight into Prometheus’ gullet. Prometheus didn’t stop, he went on bobbing his head up and down in earnest, enjoying with every fiber of his being the sight of the most powerful god of Olympus writhe and squirm for the mind-numbing pleasure.
Zeus’ semen was as sweet as pure Ambrosia on Prometheus’ tongue, and he gulped down as much of it as he could; and he was sorry when he felt the contractions of the orgasm slow down and then trail off. Prometheus didn’t reach his climax, he didn't even touch himself; nevertheless, the pleasure he was feeling was even greater than the physical one: he was reveling in the joy of giving pleasure to another man.
And yet, that mind-blowing joy was tainted by doubt, because Prometheus, for his entire life, had only sought and enjoyed womanly love, convinced as he was that a man’s desire should only blaze up for a woman.
He felt a gentle finger pulling on his chin and raised his face to look at Zeus, who was smiling. “You are complete, now, son” – he warmly said, wiping a drop of sperm from Prometheus’ lips – “You now know both sides of the sweet fruit of love. It’s normal that we all have our preferences, but love and sex are too beautiful to enjoy only half of them. Experiences only enrich us, they never lessen what we are. Look who’s coming…” – Zeus added, pointing his chin at Herakes, handsome as ever, entering the throne room – “Look at him and don’t tell me your heart isn't beating faster. Expel your doubts from your mind, as there’s no right or wrong when it comes to love. This is the godly knowledge you should pass on to your Mankind.”
Prometheus rose to his feet, and Zeus giggled, noticing his cock pitching a tent under the thin tunic: “Do you want me to call Ganymede, to help you with your… tension?”
“I’m deeply grateful for your offer, Sire” – Prometheus replied, turning to look at Herakles with loving eyes veiled with fiery lust – “but here comes the one whom I hope will soothe my tension today, tomorrow and all the centuries to come…”
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Author’s Note
“Prometheus Bound” and “Prometheus Unbound” are two tragedies written by the Greek author Aeschylus; they tell about Prometheus stealing the Titans’ fire, how Zeus punished him and how Herakles saved him. But, as you might easily guess, Aeschylus’ tragedies are… a bit different than this story. Just a bit… 😂
Prometheus’ punishment, across the centuries, has been taken as subject by many artists, especially painters and sculptors; Prometheus chained to the rock is, along with St. Sebastian, the most erotic (and probably the ‘gayest’) subject ever depicted by many otherwise conservative artists. Just take a look with your own eyes at the small art gallery I’ve prepared for anyone interested.
