An Olympian God
“Loki, you traitor!” Thor roared, as he realised he’d been tricked.
“I don’t know why you’re surprised,” Loki smirked. “You’ve got a bounty on your head. Those Olympus Gods. They’ll pay a huge handsome for someone to deliver you to them. I might even get a bonus for delivering you like this.” And with that Loki gestured with his hand and Thor found himself flying through time and space, until suddenly they reappeared in another throne room. He wasn’t sure he cared for time travel; it definitely made him feel unwell. Especially when he arrived, naked on his knees, with his hands handcuffed behind, and an annoying collar around his throat. He lifted his eyes to see first a pair of sandals, and then a pair of hairy tree-trunk legs that headed up to a noticeably short skirt. He was convinced he could see the tip of a cock, still soft but brushing against the fabric as if ready to jump into action at any moment.
“Loki, Prince of Asgard,” his brother introduced himself. “Here to collect my reward.”
“Hercules, son of Zeus,” the other man growled. “So,” he looked down at the naked Thor. “This is the man who humiliated my father and stole his thunderbolt.”
“Fat lot of good he was using it for!” Thor chuckled.
“Silence, thief!” Loki jerked the leash around Thor’s neck, and the God of Thunder fell face-down on the floor, his prodigious arse jiggling all by itself. “Whoa!” Hercules said under his breath, hoping no one would hear.
“Get up on your knees and gaze at your master,” Loki, enjoying himself way too much as he lorded it over his brother, and therefore failed to hear the intake of breath from the Olympian.
Thor used his huge hands to push himself back up on his knees. As he did, he blew a stray lock of his blonde hair out of his face and smirked up at this Greek demi-god. His eye caught a twitch in Hercules’ skirt, and he knew exactly what had caused that. Whomever this demi-god was, Thor smirked to himself, he suspected he wasn’t different from the any other man.
“Thank you, Lord Loki,” Hercules regained his voice. “I will take the prisoner from here.” And he took the chain with one hand, passing the reward over with the other. Loki waved his figures with a dismissive gesture at his brother and disappeared back in time.
“Thor, son of Odin,” Hercules barked. “You will be brought before the high council of Olympus and there you will be judged for your crime.”
Thor rolled his eyes. He remembered when he’d been young and pompous, and it was embarrassing to hear the sort of things you used to say, repeated back to you. “Really?” Thor said defiantly. “And what crimes are those?”
“You insulted my father and stole his lightning bolt…”
“As I see it, only after he put me in chains, tried to kill me and after I, and only I, went after the God-Killer and saved everyone,” and Thor sat down cross-legged on the floor in defiance.
Hercules, who had not been there at the event, frowned. He had heard about the God-Killer, and while he’d not been afraid, he was aware of the damage that had been done. He thought that the sort of heroism Thor had shown should be rewarded, rather than punished. It was the sort of thing that Zeus was always going on about but had barely been seen to do in many years. Hercules knew he wasn’t the smartest of demi-gods. He didn’t know how he knew, he just knew. And now he wondered whether he’d been played. He loved his father, there was no doubt about that, but he had no preconceptions that his father was an innocent. Millennium of playing with the lives of mortal had made him devious beyond all measure.
Hercules bent down so he was face to face with his Norse God. “Where is my father’s lightning bolt?”
Thor shrugged. “It got destroyed when we fought the God-Killer. Why? Can’t Zeus just make another one?”
Hercules frowned. What he said was probably true. It seemed that punishing this Thor guy seemed a fairly pointless idea and would mostly just satisfy one of his father’s sulks. Plus, not only did this Thor dude seem like tremendous fun, but he was also damn hot. The moment that Hercules admitted that, his cock got a little harder and involuntarily jerked upwards. Thor dropped his eyes to make it obvious that he saw Hercules’ cock bouncing up and down. “Need some help with that?” He teased.
Hercules blushed for a second, before recovering himself. It had been ages since he’d been blown. Well, since that morning to be precise. But yeah, definitely a long time since a great warrior had blown him. And great warriors always gave the best blow jobs. Having said that, all of Hercules’ male lovers had been Greeks. He’d never had a Norseman before. And this one had an epic arse, if the first look was anything to go by.
“Suppose you’re telling the truth,” Hercules declared. “It wouldn’t make sense to take you to my father. He’ll just make a big thing of it, and anyway I’m sure he’s forgotten it all by now. I bring you in and…” He rolled his eyes at what he knew would happen.
“And he probably already has a new lighting bolt,” Thor murmured, just loud enough for Hercules to hear.
“But the thing is,” the Greek demi-god pondered, thinking himself very clever indeed, “How do I know you are telling the truth?”
“That is a conundrum,” Thor nodded his head. ‘By Odin’s arse,’ he thought to himself. ‘How long does it take for this himbo to say he wants a blow job?’
Hercules of course, was oblivious to the fact that his cock was getting harder by the second, and the movement of it was making his Greek tunic – his exomis – bounce up and down.
“Perhaps if you undertook a series of tasks. Labours if you will?” Hercules pretended the idea had only just come to him. “And if you successfully accomplish them all, I will know that not only were you telling the truth, but that you are a worthy god.”
“Ah!” Thor declared with a delighted growl. “A physical challenge. I accept. I’ll do anything. What’s first? A race around the earth? Defeating a Frost Giant in hand-to-hand combat?”
Hercules couldn’t stop a grin crossing his face. “You need to make me cum without using your hands.” And he lifted the bottom of his tunic to reveal his thick, bouncing cock, a dribble of pre-cum appearing from the head, glinting in the light.
“You fucker!” Thor roared in defiance, hoping that the Greek did not detect a smile crossing his face a second later.
“You accepted the challenge,” Hercules smirked back down at him. “A real warrior would not back from a challenge.”
Thor lowered his head. “Very well,” his agreed, his shoulders slumping in mock defeat. “I will undertake the first labour and blow you.”
“That wasn’t…” Hercules went to protest before he was cut short. Thor had lent forth and taken Hercules’ cock in one mouthful. “Ohhh Hera!” The demi-god gasped.
It wasn’t as big a cock as Heimdall’s was, Thor decided, but that had been a monster of almost ridiculous portions. Then of course, there had been The Hulk’s. Still, he decided, this Greek demi-god’s cock was very much on the ‘god’ side. And if the sweet pre-cum was anything to go by, his load was going to taste fantastic.
Hercules hadn’t expected this. He expected the Norseman to choke and complain about his width. He’d expected to eventually have to pull out and come over the blonde man’s face. But… he found his mind swimming. There was no disputing it, this Norseman knew how to… “Ohhhh! Oh! Ah!”
Thor was proud of himself. Even by his own exacting standards, this was quick. Heimdall would have been impressed. And he’d been right, this load tasted amazing. Maybe there was something about this Mediterranean diet people had talked about.
“Did I pass the first task?” Thor asked, as he slowly pulled off Hercules’ cock, taking the last of that precious cum with him.
“Huh?” Hercules, his mind foggy with pleasure, struggled to formulate an answer.
Thor knew that Hercules, like other immortals, once they were in the mood, needed little time to recharge. And fuck, his huge arse and needy hole wanted that cock. “What’s the second Labour?” He demanded. “Don’t tell me you want to fuck my arse.”
Hercules could feel the blood drain from his head straight back down to his cock. But even as it did, a tiny part of his brain was starting to wonder if he was being played by this Norse God. “Well I…”
Having decided it was time to get things well and truly moving, Thor flexed his biceps and opened his chest, destroying the bonds holding his hands together. Sure, he could have done this earlier, but then he would never have discovered what his duplicitous brother had been up to.
Hercules barely even noticed, because hands now free, Thor turned around, got on his hands and knees and twerked his big, juicy arse at Hercules. “Com’n man!” He half-demanded, half-pleaded. “Get that big cock in me. I’m gunna show you that a god of Asgard can take on any challenge.”
Whatever thoughts Hercules had in his mind disappeared in an instant. Most of his lovers in the past – with the exception of Achilles, but that was another story – had been young, small and well, what did the kids these days call them? Twinky, that was it. But this arse… it was huge, muscular, round and oh by Athena’s bow, it was winking at him. Hercules ripped his exomis off and dove down. Without even thinking he grabbed Thor’s arse cheeks, pulled them even further apart, and dove in, his tongue and lips eating that beautiful blonde pussy.
“Mmmm,” Thor murmured appreciatingly. Greek gods were known for their relaxed attitude towards sexuality. The only label they’d ever accepted was ‘horny’. But still, it was good to know that this Hercules wasn’t interested only in his pleasure.
“Oh yes,” Hercules growled, barely lifting his head to breathe. He wanted this pussy wet and juicy before he slid in. He might be a great warrior, but it didn’t mean that there wasn’t time for pleasure. When he heard the Norseman moan, and when he felt Thor push back on his tongue, he knew it was time. Hercules reared up and started to drive his cock into this beautiful blonde arse.
“Oh yeah demi-god,” Thor teased him. “Fuck my arse. Give it to me like a real god would.”
Hercules pounded his dick in all the way, his balls slamming against Thor’s round arse. The insult fuelled him on, demanding he slam his thick cock into this big juicy pussy in front of him. His hard, calloused hand made a satisfactory sound each time he spanked it but try as he might he could not subdue this Norseman.
The harder he fucked, the more Thor seemed to enjoy it, that amazing blonde pussy seemed to draw Hercules’ cock in even further, almost drawing the cum out of him.
Hercules reached forward to entwine his fingers between the beautiful blonde locks, pulling Thor’s head up and anchoring them together. The Norseman’s muscles seemed to grow ever bigger, and Hercules wrapped his arm around his chest, feeling the rock-hard titties.
“Zeus, Zeus, Zeus!” Hercules growled as he came, the load seemed not to want to end, thoroughly coating Thor’s insides.
Not wanting to separate, Thor and Hercules rolled across the floor, their bodies entwined, their hearts pounding, sweat pouring from them both. “By Athena!” Hercules mumbled. “That was one amazing fuck.”
“I agree!” Thor declared, as his tummy rumbled. “And now I need food.”
The Greek demi-god licked his lips. “Do you know what I’ve just discovered? Fried chicken. It’s amazing.”
“One of the human’s mightiest inventions!” Thor boomed.
“I could eat a whole chicken,” Hercules declared.
“I could eat two!” Thor licked his lips.
“I could eat…”
“OK. We get it, you’re hungry,” Thor quickly interceded. This demi-god might be half a god, but Thor was starting to wonder if he might only have half a brain as well. “We’re both hungry. Now where are we going…”
Thor wasn’t able to finish that thought before several servants emerged from somewhere, he knew not were, with platters of fried chicken. He shrugged, he’d lived the life of a princeling for long enough to not question how palace servants knew what or when you wanted something.
“Here! Eat!” Hercules declared, as if he had done all the cooking himself. Thor tucked in with relish. It was some of the nicest fried chicken he’d ever tasted. The skin was crispy and light, the chicken plump and tasty. He tore into it with relish, ripping the meat off the legs in go, the thighs in two mighty chomps, and using his fingers to dismember the breasts. As he held the glistening chicken in his hand, ready to drop into his mouth, Thor had an idea.
“Herc. Bro. I’ve got an idea for my next labour,” he chuckled.
“Wha?” The Olympian asked between bites.
Thor looked to either side to make sure no servants were watching. “Get on your hands and knees, and I’ll eat my chicken out of your arse.”
Hercules looked outraged and then, as he thought about it, horny. Just recently, some of his typically twinky boys had been all about his arse. Having been a hot, sexually active demi-god for a while, Hercules had viewed the act of eating arse as a polite precursor to fucking said arse. But these young twinks seemed to view it as a sexual treat all by itself. And no one should ever turn their nose up at having their arse eaten.
“As long as you don’t slip your dick in,” Hercules warned, trying to maintain his butch top persona.
“You’ll be safe.” Thor assured him, before whispering, “But still, maybe a finger or two.” The Greek’s arse wasn’t anywhere near as hot as his, but… it was definitely worth playing with. Thor passed Hercules a drumstick to eat, while he scooped up a handful of crispy skin and succulent chicken, and slipped its deliciously greasy remains down into Hercules’ crack. Before the Greek could say anything, Thor dove in, his thick tongue licking up and swallowing the chicken.
“Oh baby!” Hercules moaned, as he felt the Norseman’s huge tongue start to invade every crevice of his hole. As it widened, the grease trickled further down, sending his sensitive nerve endings into overload. And Thor’s tongue hunted after every single one, poking into Hercules’ sweet, tight, and now finger-lickin’ good, hole.
“You like that?” Thor broke away for a moment to ask. Hercules couldn’t respond, his eyes were rolling back into his head, there was drool coming from both his mouth and his cock. “I can’t tell,” Thor smirked. “I’ll just have to keep going.” So, he threw some more greasy, delicious chicken into Herc’s hole, and dove down again.
Hercules was beginning to wonder if those twinks before knew what they were doing. A big warrior like Thor knew exactly how to eat arse, and how to satisfy a man. And Herc wanted it bad. He arched his back and pushed his arse out, to give his fellow god all the help he needed.
Thor smiled. This Olympian might have a right fool for a father, but he’d definitely learnt to enjoy pleasure. And there was nothing wrong with that. His fingers now greasy, he slowly slid one, and then two into Hercules’ tight hole. As he slowly turned them, he heard Herc moan. The moan of pussy satisfaction that every man should know how to give, and how to receive. Thor found the prostrate and gave it a few punches, before slipping out and diving in with his tongue again.
Hercules knew he liked fried chicken, but who knew it would lead to this. The licking, the thrusting, fuck it was too much. And he came again, mooing like a bull. Hercules rolled over, onto his back, and felt relaxed in a way he could never imagine he’d felt before. Ever since he’d discovered Zeus was his father, he’d been desperately seeking his approval. And since then, he now realised, he’d been uptight. And yet, in the presence of this Norseman, he could not deny that he found himself thinking about his own pleasure for once, and it was amazing.
“So! What’s next?” Thor’s huge chest and mane of blonde hair loomed into view. “I can’t let you have all the fun. My pussy is screaming to be filled again.”
“Your next labour should be to get yourself off, without touching yourself,” Hercules smiled.
Thor frowned for a second. “What do you mean? How can that work?” “If you can’t do it,” Hercules smirked. “You’ll have to accept a role as my man slave for the rest of your days.”
Thor looked down at Hercules and blew a stray lock of his blonde hair out of his face. “Challenge accepted,” he growled, and gestured with his hand behind him.
Of course, Thor had already worked out a plan, but he saw no reason to let this Grecian himbo realise he was playing him. Suddenly, there was an almighty crash and Mjolnir, his legendary hammer, came flying through the wall and into the room. With great control, Thor stopped it mid-air before it reached him, and he carefully directed it to his arse. It wasn’t something that he admitted to, but when he’d been young, he’d learnt how to pleasure himself on the ribbed handle of Mjolnir. It wasn’t anything nearly as thick as Heimdall’s, but neither was it tapered at the end. One had to be well-practiced at letting it enter. And once it did, oh by the Lady Sif, that handle drove swift and true. He was pretty sure that Mjolnir had a mind of its own, because once it was inside him, he had suspected he wasn’t in control. “Fuck yeah,” he growled, as that rough handle started to work in and out of him. It was strange, he pondered. He hadn’t ridden Mjolnir since before he and Heimdall had got together. It was such a different experience, he thought it was more like the time Drax had fisted him, but even that felt different. This was like rediscovering a teenage pleasure. Those magical days when you were first discovering wanking.
Hercules was watching the Norseman fuck himself on a magical, flying hammer, with intense fascination. It made him wish he’d had one when he was young. But he’d been named as a hero from the day he was born, so there was no youthful experimenting for him. He’d barely been a youth of thirteen years before maidens had started fluttering their eyes at him. He’d held off for about a year, believing that a hero such as himself needed to focus on his career, before he’d stumbled in front of an older maiden and she’d ended up sucking his cock. He’d felt so good about it that it made him question his year-long vow of celibacy, and by the next day he’d slept with his first maiden. Thereafter Hercules had added maiden-sleeping to his skill set, something his father Zeus was inordinately proud of. It wasn’t like Zeus hadn’t slept with boys, but they’d been – in Grand Hellenic tradition – little shy of maidens themselves.
Hercules knew that this was permissible, but he’d more than once glanced at the muscular Thebans who’d fought side by side as equals and lovers, and he’d cursed in frustration at the Athenian attitudes in Mt Olympus. Even as time had moved on, and the old ways of life had faded, the attitude of his fellow gods stayed locked in the past. And yet here was this Norseman, who wasn’t much younger than he was, bouncing up and down on that huge hammer handle, moaning, and kissing his bicep as he did. Hercules couldn’t not look at this and think it was the life he should be living.
“Oh yes, oh Odin, oh fuck yeah, you Frost Giant,” Thor gabbled. And then he shot his load in a massive arc. “How was that?” He slid off the hammer without warning and flexed his huge biceps. “Pretty awesome too. How many of these ‘labours’ do I have left to accomplish? Maybe we can have a proper feast when I’m done.”
Hercules just stood there with his mouth open wide and drool dribbling out. Thor bounced over and used his finger to close it with a satisfying ‘clunk’. “What next?” He asked again. But before the dumbstruck Greek God could speak, a circle of sparkling red fireworks had started up all by themselves. It took Thor a few moments to appreciate what they signalled, and very soon that magician who had never-ending beer emerged.
“Thor!” Dr Strange stepped through the portal. “Hercules,” he nodded at the demi-god. “Apologies for interrupting.”
“You don’t think you could send a hawk or something in advance?” Thor sighed. That was the thing about supernatural beings, be they villains or heroes, they just turned up, as if whatever they wanted was the most important thing in the universe. And yet by some magical turn of events, you rarely rocked up when people were on the toilet, or dinner had just been cooked. It was funny like that.
Dr Strange shrugged, he had an over-inflated ego at the best of times, so he’d never really thought that he needed to tell anyone he was coming. If he turned up, it was obviously a cosmic emergency. Surely. Anyway, these two looked dressed for exactly the sort of task he needed them. “I have a mission for you both in one of the multiverses.”
“Sounds fun,” Thor replied. It had been a while since he’d done the freaky in the multiverse and now might be a good time.
“What’s a multiverse?” Hercules asked.
Dr Strange sighed, and went to provide a very long, scientific explanation which even Thor would have struggled to understand, despite everything he’d done in the past. Hercules, the ultimate himbo, looked blankly back. “Just think of it as another world,” Thor patted him on the back. “Com’n. Stuff the details, let’s go save the world, a world, the same world in another dimension. Whatever.” And he made to dive through the portal.
“Hang on,” Dr Strange halted him with a wave of his hand. “You might recognise some of this world, but the names are different. And we need you to go to this world to help some other heroes. They too battle against evil, but right now they are struggling. Unlike our version of the multiverse, they live in a dark, turbulent world. They know little of humour, whilst their world is modern, their social understanding is less than ours, less accepting of difference. And subsequently, you will find your fellow heroes falling foul of villains who exploit those differences.”
“By Athena, that sounds dark. Thor my friend, my fuck buddy,” Hercules declared, his cock moving from soft to semi-hard again, “We must go and help them.”
“One thing first,” Dr Strange said with a bemused smile. And he waved his hand.
“Dude!” Hercules gasped, as Thor’s dick grew from its soft three inches to a healthy seven.
“Hey whatta know?” Thor smiled. “It looks like it’s back to its old self.”
“I gotta get me some of that,” Hercules said, gazing down and licking his lips. “Gentleman. Please!” Dr Strange coughed.
“Fuck Buddies Assemble!” Thor declared at the top of his voice.
“Hold on!” The Sorcerer Supreme held up a hand, causing Hercules to go barrelling into Thor’s enormous, round arse, with a satisfying ‘phhhfff’ sound. “Are you forgetting something?”
The two himbos looked confused for a moment, both checking to see if they were holding their weapons.
“Clothes?” Dr Strange hinted, before he majestically turned his hand, and the two gods were clothed briefly in their warrior outfits, and then in casual, and very form fitting jeans and hoodies, which would help them blend into their new version of the multiverse.
“Thanks Dr Strange,” Thor acknowledged.
Before Dr Strange could reply, Hercules yell out, “Fuck Buddies away!” And dove into the portal. Thor gave a nod, a delighted growl and dove in after him.
“Wow…” was almost all Dr Strange could say. “I mean… wow. Just wow,” he shook his head.
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