By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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Herakles strode up the flanks of Caucasus, the immense mountain which was one of the pillars of the World. This mountain could only be reached from Greece by traversing the Pontos Axeinos (Inhospitable Sea), to reach Scythia, the land upon which the mountain lay. He walked clad only in the lion skin which he had cut from the Nemean lion, a beast so strong and fearful that arrows had proved useless, so Herakles had killed it by clutching it in his arms and crushing it. Ever since, he had worn this for his cloak, placing the skin upon his back and covering his blond hair with the lion's fearsome jaws, so that the lion's head rested upon his own. On cooler days he put clothes on under it upon his body, but the weather was warm so he strode naked, his massive muscled body glowing golden tan in the summer light.
The mountains were formidable to all but a man/god such as he, and his bare feet were well calloused and bore him as well as any sort of boots could have. As for the wild animals that lived here, he carried upon his shoulder a large club and around his body he had slung a bow and arrows.
He had not come to this land to hunt, he was on a mission that only himself, the son of Zeus who had strength far beyond that of mere mortal men, could accomplish, his goal was to set free the Titan Prometheus, the friend of Mankind.
Prometheus had long ago brought fire to Man who had lain shivering and helpless against the many ravenous beasts that had plagued the land. Mankind had been able to build fires to ward away the beasts or temper the tips of their arrows and spears to slay animals for food. But Zeus, angry that Prometheus had stolen fire, (which he had withheld from Mankind), had punished Promethesus by chaining him to a large rock on the Caucasus, leaving him unable to defend against a giant eagle which came to eat his liver every day. He grew back the liver by night and thus lived in a state of constant, agonizing pain and torment.
Herakles had persuaded Zeus, who was proud of his half-mortal son, to let him save Prometheus after untold years of torture, and had journeyed here for that purpose. He climbed the mountains with tireless energy, seeking among the many rocks of the Caucasus, the one rock that held bound the hapless Titan.
He saw the eagle first, and its large flapping wings, that folded as the eagle dove upon its prey, its screams of attack echoing across the mountainside as it landed. No, that was not the eagle, that was a man's voice! A Titan's voice, that is, the sounds were the screams of Prometheus. Herakles sped up to a trot, following the sounds of Prometheus' torment.
It was a horrible sight, the large muscled figure of Prometheus, a handsome, muscled, man-like figure thirty feet tall, strapped helpless at ankles and wrists by thick adamantine chains, writhing in torment as the eagle, perched now beside him, stabbed at him again and again with its beak, pulling away bits of Prometheus' liver with every strike to toss the tidbit up into the air and catch it again in its mouth to swallow it, dining upon the Titan's liver, the very center of Prometheus' soul!
Herakles set down his club and took off his bow, notched an arrow in the string, pulled back the mighty bow that none but he could bend, and let the arrow fly at the eagle's breast, now in clear sight as it awaited the next morsel of liver to fall into its mouth.
The arrow struck the eagle and its feathers were so thick (no mere mortal eagle, this one was a minion of the gods!) that the bolt merely struck and bounced away again, failing to penetrate the eagle's breast at all. Herakles fired again and again, to make sure that there was no part of this beast that even his arrows could not penetrate.
Seeing this, he cast his bow and quiver of arrows aside, snatched up his club and ran at the eagle, which had blithely ignored his puny assaults until this moment. The eagle saw him approaching with club raised and rose onto its talons, spread its wings and flew as Herakles approached, gaining altitude so it could plunge onto him, talons extended to rend his flesh.
The eagle approached and Herakles struck at the eagle and its talons struck his lion's skin which was itself invulnerable to weapons, and both club and talons had little effect but to knock Herakles off his feet as the eagle swept past on its wings to rise again for another strike.
Again and again they met in battle, each time neither could inflict any injury. Herakles saw that his club was as useless as his arrows, he must treat this fearsome bird as he had the Nemean Lion, which was to use his immense strength.
So when the eagle fell upon him again from the sky, he dodged under the talons and with his arms he caught the eagle's body in his arms and held it to him and began to squeeze with all his might.
The eagle did not die as easily as that, but it struggled on and on, and after hours of this, which would have forced a man to release his hold from weariness, the struggles became weaker and weaker, and the eagle by small measures slowly thus died from Herakles smothering hold upon its chest.
Herakles cast the now-dead body from himself and with the last of his strength, he lay himself down beside the captive Titan who had since passed out from the pain, and let sleep take him in full.
He awakened to see the Titan still in slumber, the night had passed and the Titan's body had again healed without the slightest scar on his body to mark his liver. He stirred and Prometheus awakened, but lay where he was, silent, looking about with torment-wearied eyes, at the carnage around him, the dried blood of his prior centuries of torment had stained the rocks around him jet black, and to one side, he saw the golden hair, lion-skinned figure of his savior, the hero Herakles, and his spirit began to hope once more.
"Is the eagle dead at last?" He asked Herakles.
"It is, though it was a fearsome battle that consumed my strength, I have prevailed." Herakles answered.
"When I saw you lying there, I thought you dead at first." Prometheus replied, tried to move. "You have ended my torment, but my imprisonment remains, for these chains are of adamantine, a metal that none may break and only Vulcan can forge."
"I need to only open one link on the chain to set you free." Herakles replied as he studied the chains. "It is all one piece, wrapped here and there upon all four of your limbs, and then...ahh, here it is! The central part that keeps the chains upon you whole."
"It will be no easier."
"Perhaps, but I shall use all my strength and we shall see what happens."
For the entire day Herakles pulled upon the bond and the chain was indeed formidable, but none can prevail against the strength of Herakles, and this chain proved no exception, it came apart little by little until the gap between the part of the link grew so wide that it was possible to slide the chain through it and release it and permit Herakles to unwind the bonds and free Prometheus once again. Herakles did so, and the last of his strength undone once again, he fell into sleep from weariness. Prometheus, weary in his own from his captivity, climbed off of the rock and fell asleep at Herakles' side, the Titan thirty feet in length and Herakles a mere six foot two inches, but both massively muscled and handsome even in slumber.
He awakened on the third day to find that mortals had come to view the scene and seeing Prometheus freed and Herakles the savior, they had brought forth a feast, and maidens had brought clean spring water to bathe the Titan and demigod and cleanse their bodies. Laying out the food in tribute, they had withdrawn to a safe distance to observe the pair when they awoke, for Titans are powerful beings and Herakles was massive in his own right.
Prometheus awakened first and looked at the humans, and then the feast and he smiled, "You please me, mortals, with your sacrifice and I shall speak with Zeus upon my return to Olympus and ask him to reward you for this aid in my hour of need. You may depart now."
Herakles was awakening at this sound (for the mortals had crept about as silent as possible in their duties) and he rose as well. His bountiful spirit burst forth in a smile at the food and the freed Titan. "Ho, Prometheus, bringer of fire and best of the Titans, I have freed you from your torment and broken your chains, for I am Herakles, son of Zeus and mightiest of mortals in the world!" Humility was not among Herakles' virtues.
"You are mighty indeed, to have vanquished one of the eagles of Zeus and broken the chains of Vulcan." Prometheus said. "You have proven yourself again the best of men, and I shall share this food of my sacrifice with you and we shall feast this day to celebrate my freedom."
He said this last for Herakles was already pouring a goblet full of wine from one of the flasks. Prometheus, long used to the foibles of Mankind, smiled and took up another wineskin and goblet for his own thirst. The two ate mightily for both were very hungry and between them they consumed as much food as would have fed thirty humans lavishly, every last morsel of the feast the worshipers had brought to them. Herakles himself fed upon three times the amount of a mortal man in his hunger and when they were done, they were well in their cups and the wineskins were emptied.
Their first hungers of drink and food were now assuaged, it was time to address another need. Prometheus reached out his hands toward Herakles and his touch was not an attack, but rather they touched him tenderly and Herakles burst out in another gusty laugh and he let the hands draw him toward Prometheus large, beautiful, strong body. "What ho, I am used to being the larger man in my acts of love, here I seem to be the lesser." he chortled. "I share with you gladly, but am unsure in what way that sharing should be done."
"You have rescued me and I should give you your pleasure before I take my own." Prometheus replied. "Come, my body is yours to do with as you will." He lay back and his cock was filled with desire and virility, and was the length and breadth of a man's leg in size.
"I am willing," Herakles said as he regarded the imposing organ, "but the flesh can fail while the spirit wishes to continue fighting."
"Then fight the battles that can be won." Prometheus replied as he stirred his huge body and turned over upon his back, and raised his hips up until he was on his knees, head and shoulders still on the ground.
Seeing this, Herakles gave a great laugh and said, "I am honored and accept this offer with gratitude. It has been many days since I last enjoyed the charms of another man."
Even in this position, the Titan's anus was the height of Herakles' face so he used this to insert his tongue into the quite-clean anus (the maids who had cleansed him had done so with the thorough devotion of worship) and stimulate the Titan's desire and Prometheus gasped and moaned and grunted and groaned as the healthy warrior plied his mouth's spear with adroit competency. Herakles regarded the position, laughed heartily, and said, "Now I needs must find myself a step to bring myself to your level."
The mountain was very stony and a suitable boulder was easily found and Herakles' strength permitted him to ferry the boulder and place it between the Titan's willing legs. The height of the boulder was four feet and Herakles was able to thus stand upright and insert his formidable organ into the Titan. Of course, on such a massive mound of man, this formidable cock was no problem for his oversized anus to receive, and the sphincter had to close upon it to hold it fast.
But Herakles was able, and did, use the orifice to slide his dong in and out of the massive body, the pleasure of his body raging within him, for Herakles always threw his entire self into whatever he was doing, whether slaying a Hydra, drinking an entire jug of wine in one raise of the jug and glug-glug-glugging it, or, as in this case, thrusting his love-lance in and out of a willing male anus. He rather favored young men, especially those who were brave warriors in their own right; women held an inferior place in his heart as well as in his life. He could take or leave them and preferred the latter, though of course as a proper warrior of the Greek city-states, he felt it his duty to pass on his own progeny into the ranks of their militaries as he could.
"Ahhhh, my dearest hero and rescuer!" gasped Prometheus. "I had thought that my act of submission would offer but an outlet to your desire, but I find it contains my own within its power. Use my form as you will, I give myself to you utterly, whatever you wish of me, I shall give it to you, knowing as I do that I will enhance not only your delight, but my own."
"You are the best of all the Titans, and the heart and soul of all Mankind in a way the Gods can never be. They dance among us and take their pleasures and grant our prayers if they are so inclined, but you have been always the kindest of us."
"It is because Zeus charged me with your very creation." Prometheus replied, his words often broken by gasps and grunts of desire. "And when my brother Epimetheus, charged with creating the animals, took all of the gifts of fur and fangs and claws and talons and gave them to the animals before I could bestow them on you, I could not let you, my creations, live naked and helpless in the dark in eternal fear. So I took fire and gave it to you, giving you its protection and the power to temper your arrowtips and spears to make better weapons."
"As I said, the kindest of the Titans." Herakles panted as he kept thrusting into Prometheus' anus. "I only wish that I were of a size that I could give you the pleasure of being another man's source of delight so that I might repay you the more with my motions of love."
Thunderous noise from the heavens, the sound was of the laughter of the gods and a booming voice declared, "Granted, O Herakles my son. We all watch you with a great deal of merriment in this hour."
Herakles did not understand at first, then he saw what Zeus had granted. His cock, his source of virility, his pride of joy, was expanding inside the Titan's ass, swelling and growing in length and girth, until it was a ponderous thing indeed, and on a par with the size of Prometheus' own organ. The size of it may have overcome a lesser man, but Herakles felt the walls of the Titan's intestines now clutching the sides of his prick and he groaned and began to give the Titan the hard fucking that he had given many a beautiful and willing prince of Greece, and Prometheus raised his body onto his hands so that he was on all fours and raised his head as a wolf's would rise and he howled out his pleasure to the entire world.
Prometheus' ass clutched at Herakles' dong as he thrust in and out and Herakles felt his climax assailing his senses and he moaned and his huge dong gushed in a huge load unlike any he had squirted before, instead of the scant palm-ful of sperm that he normally shot, this time his oversized rod pumped out over a pint of cream-colored jizz into the Titan's ass and Prometheus, feeling the hot flood, groaned and his own body blasted a similar amount of pearly spooge onto the ground under him, smashing the rocks into sand from the fury of his ejaculation.
The heavens boomed again with the gods' laughter and Herakles cock dwindled again in size as it became flaccid, but as it shrank, so did the Titan it had impaled, and Prometheus shrank in size until he was in appearance a mere mortal man, still handsome and muscled as he had always been, but now both were six foot two in height and he rose and Herakles boomed out his own laughter and he grabbed the man and kissed him ardently and passionately, and the powers of Zeus rushed into them again and their cocks sprang to passion rigidity once more, for the gods wished to see more of this coupling of Titan and demigod.
Herakles let the Titan who was now kissing him far more aggressively than he had the Titan, let himself be borne over onto the very boulder he had fetched to stand on to fuck Prometheus, and he lay on his back with his legs raised and parted, and Prometheus slid between them and his hot Titan's cock (now the size of merely a well-endowed man) searched for the nether opening of the demigod and mightiest of mortal men. Herakles felt the thick dong push into his bowels and he felt the passion that this gives any man who does not flinch from this sharing of their body and he moaned as the delight of the Titans flowed into him for the Titans are gifted with certain powers of their own and among these was the ability to make any they loved feel the extreme passion of sexual arousal that would flood their senses until it drove out anything and everything else.
Herakles was awash in desire and groaning in ecstasy as the athletic Prometheus slapped his buttocks with his hips as he hammer-fucked the sturdy, muscled stud and he groaned and gasped, and the joy of the gods themselves was flowing into them as the watching deities spurred them on to more and higher delights with their power that far exceed those of the mortals who they watched and cursed and blessed and toyed with for their amusement and their wishes for the arrangement of the Universe to their liking.
So the rush of orgasm flooded into the pair and they cried out together as Prometheus shot his load into Herakles' bowels and Herakles adorned both their bodies with his virile seed.
Again the gods waved their hands and the pair were restored to full passion, so Herakles again mounted Prometheus and they kissed as their bodies moved as one to a third overwhelming ecstasy.
As he felt the rush of restorative magic again enter his body, Herakles gasped to Prometheus, "It seems we are the gods' plaything in this hour."
"I agree. May I suggest a change, then, in how we deal with our desires?"
"I would deny you nothing." Herakles said as he kissed Prometheus' eyelids one by one.
At the Titan's instigation, they shifted their bodies so that they were head to toe and their mouths captured each other's cocks and began to suck each other with the vigor that only Titans and demigods could muster.
Again and again they rose to orgasm and again and again their pricks spurted out their seed in unending virility replenished by the gods, and this continued unabated for three days and three nights.
On the morning of the fourth day, the gods relented, perhaps bored, and they were allowed to stop, and Prometheus stood and regarded his man-sized body. "It seems that Zeus is not willing to restore my freedom to me utterly, for he has left me the same size as you."
Herakles kissed the frown from Prometheus' face. "Forgive me for being happy with your fate, then, for now you and I can accompany each other on quests around this world and we can find and vanquish the monsters that still plague the human race in lands other than ours."
"I would welcome such a journey." Prometheus agreed.
The result of that quest has been lost to time, but one thing is certain, of the many multitudes of monstrous beings that struck humans at their whim across the lands, none of them seem to have survived, and now are only old bones that turned rapidly to stone as their owners perished, and which Mankind is still excavating to this very day from the lands where once the Titans held sway and demigods like Herakles walked the Earth.
And it is certain that Prometheus was restored to Olympus, and Herakles was invited into their very ranks for his valor, and immortality was granted them by the gods and temples raised to their honor by men.
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