Hercules Bound Chapter six: Still the Prettiest Evan Andrews 2020
This is a fan fiction.
Given how convoluted Hercules' story has become in myth, legend, and modern drama, don't expect this to fit cleanly into any version you know. It's its own story with its own continuity. And its own style. Xena ruined me for serious Greco-Roman fantasy. I admit it.
To make things easy for me, I imagined certain people in certain roles. In this chapter, for, example, I imagine Iolaus being played by WCW wrestler Evan Karagias and Narcissus by fitness model Roger Applewhite. For the women in the agora, imagine the Muses from Disney's Hercules. Your casting may vary. This story should in no way be considered a true representation of the sexuality of either the actors or the characters.
The story depicts males in sexual situations with other males. If this offends you, if you are underage, or if reading such is illegal where you are please stop reading now. Thank you.
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Iolaus strolled down out of the hills of Arcadia and through the gates of mighty Corinth. Making his way through the agora, he heard people all agog at Hercules' passing earlier.
"Did you see him, Artemesia?"
"Honey, how could I not? Nothing on but a loincloth, and all those sweaty muscles. Scandalous."
"Exactly. He should do it more often."
"Mmm hmm."
Iolaus smiled as he passed the women by. Travelling in his uncle's wake, he could probably have walked through the town stark naked without arousing any comment, handsome as he himself was. Or so he thought. Then one girl winked at him, and a second ran a finger around the swell of her breast in invitation. Normally, he might have been tempted. After all, night would be on him soon, and a warm, soft bed was better than sleeping out on the cold, hard ground. Then he noticed a young man staring at him in frank admiration. And so did the girls, who favored the young man with withering glares. Oh well, maybe getting some more miles behind him before seeking lodgings might be the better choice after all. He left Corinth behind and had crossed the isthmus before dropping a few coins and taking a bit of floor in a tavern.
The next morning, Iolaus was on the road again. Gossip again told him where Hercules had been heading. Thessaly everybody agreed, so the younger man decided to go beyond Boeotia, but no further than Phocis, or perhaps the nearer Aetolia. After all, the big guy could travel farther than he could and cover the ground faster. If Iolaus limited his range, he could still make it back to Athens in time for the festival. Much as he enjoyed travelling with his uncle and the adventures they got into, he had been amenable to Herc's suggestion they split up when he'd made it. It used to be that he'd fantasized about his uncle, secretly hoping the hero would buck convention and take him as his eromenos, but ever since that run in with Ares and Eros, Iolaus' ass had gotten ridden more than he had ever considered likely. And something had changed in his relationship with his uncle. When Herc went silent and stared in his direction, even Iolaus got a little spooked. In all he was glad the big guy was off on his own.
The countryside here was pastoral, but even it had eventually to give way to forest. Pressing through undergrowth was, of course, a mess, and just as naturally there wasn't a path. There wasn't even a game trail. At least, he mused, this meant that Artemis probably wasn't around here hunting. The local prey animals, and he himself, were probably safe.
And then Iolaus stumbled across a glen. A secret glen complete with a pool and the most incredibly handsome man in the world just sitting there, staring at his reflection.
"Of course," Iolaus thought, "With all the signs that nobody's been here in forever, I should have known the gods were protecting something."
He looked at the man again.
"And this hunk is truly something," he concluded.
The man was the most desirable creature Iolaus had ever seen, and he'd seen his share of late. Oh, and the guy was totally naked, just reclining there on the soft grass staring into the water. Fuck, he was even tumescent. Iolaus stared at the man's tube-steak. If that piece of meat ever got really hard... And with that thought he started to get hard himself.
Okay, something had to be done about this.
"Hi there," the hero ventured, but the man ignored him, oblivious to everything but his reflection.
"Er, I said hello," Iolaus tried again, coming up to the man and letting his hand come to rest on the shapely shoulder.
Again, the hunk ignored Iolaus' greeting, and even when Iolaus shook the guy's shoulder he got no response. Coming around, Iolaus looked into the man's face. It was just like his body, flawless. Eyes, hair, lips. And his body. Damn, the gods must have really loved this one, but if that was the case why was he here miles from nowhere, surrounded by a fortress of undergrowth? Then it occurred to him. He'd heard Herc tell a story about a man so good-looking that Aphrodite cursed him to fall in love with himself. Narc-something. Narc, Narz, Nars, yeah that was it. Narcissus, that was the name, and this must be the man himself. Iolaus' hard cock now started throbbing with his desire for this epitome of masculine beauty.
"I suppose I could just jerk off," he thought, "It's not like it would disturb Penis de Milo here."
But as Iolaus stared at that body, and those lips, he realized that just wanking off would not do. He wanted more, and he the most beautiful man alive to give it to him. How, though, could a simple hero like himself inveigle his way past Narcissus' self-adoration and get it on with him?
Iolaus looked a Narcissus and thought. Finally, it came to him.
"So, Mister I'm Too Sexy For My Peplum, If the only thing you're interested in is yourself, I guess that's what you need to see."
Stepping around the beauty, Iolaus slid pool and floated just below its surface over to where Narcissus's reflection graced the surface of the water.
"You are so hot," Iolaus whispered, "You want to touch yourself, to bring yourself off."
Iolaus let his own erect cock poke out of water where Narcissus' woody was reflected. Infuriatingly, though, the stud's hand had started to move towards his flesh and blood shaft.
"No," Iolaus whispered again, "Not that cock, the one in the pool."
Narcissus didn't even hesitate. He reached toward Iolaus' shaft and wrapped his hand around the hero's rigid meat.
"Stroke it," Iolaus prompted, and he moaned as Narcissus began to rub his cock up and down.
"Yeah, that feels good, doesn't it," the hero groaned.
There had been a saying when Iolaus was young that if the body was by Philocetes then the brain was by Daedalus' least competent apprentice. Narcissus lived up to that stereotype. Somehow masturbating the supposed reflection of himself was having an effect on his own body. The cock was fully hard now, and the head glistened with leaking fluids.
"Aphrodite's tits," Iolaus thought, "He's deluding himself towards cumming."
"Oh," Narcissus sighed, "Yeah. I have a beautiful cock, and it feels so good when I stroke my meat."
"Of course, you do," Iolaus encouraged, "And of course it does."
The divinely beautiful man continued stroking, but Iolaus was tired of this opening act.
"You know what would feel better?" he said to the stud to end all studs.
"What?"
Gods, this kid was gullible.
"If you sucked yourself. Just lean over, and let your lips and tongue bring you pleasure.
Without missing a beat Narcissus leaned over, opening his mouth. As Iolaus' cock entered the hot wet cavity, Narcissus let his lips close around the hero's fuck-meat. Immediately, he started sucking, using his tongue and teeth to make Iolaus shudder.
Fuck, where did this beauty leaned how to suck cock? He was giving Iolaus one of the best blow jobs of his life. His erastes must have been in second heaven for years. And Narcissus' own cock was really leaking now and leaping about in sympathy.
"Suck, suck, suck," Iolaus moaned, "I'm close, er, I mean you're close, so close. Are you ready to cum?"
Narcissus did his best to nod while not letting Iolaus' shaft fall from his mouth. Iolaus let go all restraint then and let himself shoot into Narcissus' mouth.
"Ah!" Iolaus cried out as his body quaked, but he could also feel tremors wracking Narcissus' frame.
A glance at Narcissus was rewarded with the sight of the last few shots of sperm—dammit, even his cumshots were beautiful—errupt from the beauty's frankly magnificent, but untouched, cock. Iolaus pulled out and ducked his head under the water. His lips broke the surface where Narcissus' face was reflected, and he whispered, "Open your eyes."
Narcissus opened his eyes and sighed in satisfaction.
"Kiss yourself," Iolaus said, and the stud leaned over and touched his lips to Iolaus'.
The taste of Iolaus' sperm was on Narcissus' lips and in his mouth. Lips slid, and tongues traded the taste back and forth between themselves until Iolaus broke the kiss. He back-stroked away and climbed out of pool on the far side. Looking back, he saw Narcissus once more caught up in his eternal self-contemplation. Naturally, he was tumescent again, even though his thigh glistening with his own spilled load.
The most beautiful man on earth licked his lips and said, "Even my cum is the best."
Iolaus shrugged and walked away.
Some guys.