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Read this first: The Conquest of Thor

01:23 Hercules: I heard Logan’s gentle snores as he rumbled in the bed. Hopefully it wouldn’t be one of those nights where I had to subdue him from his nightmares. We hadn’t had one of those nights in a while, but it also had been a many weeks since I last saw him. After Thor had disappeared, the Avengers needed some extra help, and with the increase in violence across the world in the last few months, it was only right that I stepped in to fill the gap that Thor’s absence left. But still, it was nice to be able to get away some nights like this and just unwind. Even gods need some rest!

01:23 Hercules: And then, as I was about to go to sleep, I heard it - the sound that made my heart skip a beat and my eyes fly open like saucers. I sprang out of bed so fast that I heard a snort and the slinging sound of adamantium claws being drawn. “Herc!! What is it?!” Logan’s voice called out behind me. “I dunno yet,” I answered in my deep voice as I went to my belt and pulled out my communicator. By the sound of the alert, I knew it was a distress signal, but I didn’t know from who. But as I read it, my heart sank and also filled with hope.

01:23 Hercules: “Hercules, I need you. Escaped. Wounded. Kept prisoner. Need your help. Tell no one. Corrupted around you. Trust no one. You could be next.” the message read. “What is it, bub?” I heard Logan’s voice ask with concern and disdain for being woke up with such a start. It was a good thing I had fucked him senseless earlier tonight, or he might be in one of his rages right now. But I thought about the message. “Trust no one?” I thought. Surely I could trust Logan. But if Thor had been captured and there was something going on, how could I know who to trust, especially if I was being targeted, too? Or was this just a trap of some sort to lure me out?

01:23 Hercules: I had no answers, only more and more questions. But my friend needed me, and after being missing for months now? I had to go. Even if it was a trap, someone had managed to get Thor’s communicator and his access code to send the direct distress signal to me - that meant they had Thor or knew where he was. And that was enough for me. So I geared up and told Logan I needed to go for the Avengers. Being an X-man, he gets it. And so with a kiss and a grope of each other’s hairy bodies, we part ways again. It isn’t long till I’m off in my aircraft to the coordinates with everything switched to “black mode” - not even JARVIS can track me now.

01:23 Hercules: “I’m coming, Thor,” I growled as my aircraft screamed across the black sky.

01:23 The_Russian_Hammer: The message sent, I turn to examine the crew of elite Red Fist Troopers who would carry out the first part of my ambush. Loyal, highly trained, experienced, they had spearheaded the assault on New York which had pulled the Avengers away from their Headquarters, and survived. It was because of their efforts that I had faced Thor alone, and against all odds, I had emerged victorious, defeating the Asgardian God of Thunder in combat. After I had ransacked the Avenger’s vault, stealing their most powerful artifacts, I had destroyed their headquarters, covering my tracks. To this day, they still do not know what became of Thor, and they have no clue that the Red Fist has their most powerful artifacts in our possession.

01:23 The_Russian_Hammer: It was those artifacts, in particular the alien laser device and the ultra-dimensional probe that had proven key to shattering Thor’s will and body, allowing us to plunder his divine essence, his godly seed, as well as discover the secret to controlling the divine lighting that Thor had once wielded. Now, the former God of Thunder was my slave, collared and under my total control. His will was utterly broken, and he had willingly provided me with all the information I needed to set my trap. For…. one god was not enough to carry out the Red Fists’s ultimate plans. Thor’s divine seed was potent, and when it was distilled into a serum, it’s healing powers were near miraculous. But… our Scientists had been unable to use his essence to grant godly strength to our men. Thor’s seed did not grant this power. However, the seed of Hercules, the son of Zeus….. Could prove to be the key to all our plans for conquest.

01:23 The_Russian_Hammer: Ready for action, I wore my battle gear, my heavy reinforced combat boots, my thick, carbon fibre black fatigues, a utility belt at my waist full of tools, and a muscle-hugging black carbon-fibre top that showed every bulge and curve of my power-packed, muscular physique. The trademark of the Red Fist, a Soviet Era Red Star, was emblazoned on the chest of my battle top. And… this day, I carried a new addition to my arsenal. A Hammer, forged of pure vibranium, vibranium we had stolen from Wakanda only weeks ago. The Hammer was similar in size and shape to Mjolnir, but it had the emblem of the Red Fist carved into the side of the Hammer’s head. When we had first discovered that none could wield Mjolnir, I had been furious, I had planned to wield Thor’s own Hammer of Legend. But, while none could wield Mjolnir, the ultra-dimensional probe had unlocked the secrets of the godly lighting for us when we had used it on Thor, nearly killing him in the process. It was an application of that learning which imbued the collar that kept Thor a slave, and now imbued my own Hammer. Tuned to me, only usable by my hand, I could use my Hammer to summon the godly lightings at will or use the vibranium Hammer as a deadly weapon to smash those who oppose me. Today… would be the first opportunity to wield my Hammer, against Hercules.

01:23 The_Russian_Hammer: Suddenly, the leader of my team interrupts my musings, exclaiming, “Sir… the ultra-dimensional probe has detected a cloaked aircraft approaching Athens. The craft must belong to the Avengers. No nation on earth has the technology to cloak so completely.” I nod. The alien origins of the ultra-dimensional probe allow it to penetrate even the highly advanced technology possessed by the Avengers. It was ironic… their own artifact… first, used to probe the God of Thunder, and now used to detect the Son of Zeus. I took in the coordinates of the approaching aircraft, and then I pulled my Hammer off it’s loop on my belt, and held it high, my powerful body rippling with savage power. I concentrated, and my Hammer responded, the lightings gathering around it as I stood amongst the ruins of the ancient Acropolis, before surging out in a wild, chaotic blast of divine energy, to smash the Avenger’s aircraft as though I were swatting a fly. It was all too perfect…. Athens would once more play host to the Son of Zeus, for there was no place more fitting for the defeat of Hercules.

01:23 Hercules: I knew this place well, the famed city of my Goddess-aunt Athena. I wondered how Thor might end up in this city of all those on Earth, but I would find out either way why I had been brought here soon. It was fitting that we were here in Athens, as I had been pondering the lessons of strategy Athena had drilled into me long ago. While I hadn’t told anyone that I was coming here or what was going on, I certainly wasn’t going in blindly or stupidly. I had programmed my communicator to send out a digital file package to the Avengers at a predetermined time if I did not intervene and stop the file from being sent out. This would be my insurance policy to alert the Avengers in case this was a trap. And as I flew over Athens and then saw a surge of chaotic lightning being hurled at me from the ground itself, I was very glad I had prepared for this.

01:23 Hercules: The lightning came up from the Acropolis itself, hurled at my aircraft as though it was wielded with power, intention. However, the bolt missed it’s mark as I suddenly turned my craft starboard. My teeth were clenched tight as alarms were going off in the cockpit. “I know, I know,” I growled as the underbelly of my craft was exposed. I had to land, and fast. What the hell was Thor thinking? How could he go missing for months and then lure me out to a place to attack himself? And in the city of my people, no less?! My blood boiled, but I knew I needed a plan quick. And so I turned my craft the opposite direction, banking portside hard to circle back towards the Acropolis. I could see Thor down there, lightning crackling around him again as I stared. He looked...different, though. My eyes squinted as I tried to make out the details with my vision. My godly eyes had been well-suited for long-range sight, which was one reason why I was a crack shot archer. But as my vision honed in, my eyes went wide. That was not a mop of flowing blond hair atop this man. It was black hair...and a black beard. Who was this? No time! Here comes the next bolt!

01:23 Hercules: I threw on the autopilot to hopefully get the craft out of the city before it crashed and then threw the eject button. With a crashing pop, the glass-top of the craft opened up and I was ejected out sideways towards the Acropolis. I would have to pull my parachute at the very last minute to avoid being a sitting duck in the air for the lightning, which suddenly cascaded again, but towards the aircraft, not myself. The autopilot plan was for naught as the craft exploded in a fiery gout and fierce push of air. I was tumbling towards the ground in a chaotic, slow spin as I tried to get my bearings. At the last moment, I pulled my chute, feeling my chaotic descent become stable as my eyes caught the glimmer of another charge of lightning from this dark-haired adversary. This was indeed a trap. But more important, why was this man wielding Thor’s lightning? What was going on? I felt myself land in the rocky outcrops surrounding the Acropolis with some of the great stone walls separating me from my adversary. I needed that…. A moment to grab my adamantium-vibranium alloy mace and pull myself out of the ejected aircraft seat.

01:23 Hercules: I got to my feet quickly, a light coat of stone-colored dust falling from my hairy muscles and orange-colored leather-looking pants. My pants were actually crafted from the skin of the Nemean lion, and were impenetrable by any weapon. The harness that surrounded my powerful torso was the same orange color except that it was also bordered in a vibrant green that matched my utility belt strapped around my powerful core. A buckle and a battleliers helmet of orange adamantium-vibranium alloy that matched my battle mace also hugged my powerful body. The helmet had saved me from a few deadly blows over the centuries while the buckle at my waist augmented my strength. My dark brown hair was cut short while my beard unfurled as a longer, thicker bramble of my masculinity. With my mace in my powerful grip, I bounded towards the Acropolis with my godly speed - I needed to secure an advantage quickly, but I knew to expect trouble along the way as I went. Whoever this man was that wielded Thor’s lightning would be formidable, that was certain. And as soon as I had some decent cover, I needed to get my message out to the Avengers. There was no time to wait for my back-up plan to kick in.

01:23 The_Russian_Hammer: Hercules was a skilled pilot, dodging my first few attempts. But eventually, I began to quickly get a feel for aiming and controlling the lightning, and managed to destroy the Avenger’s craft, but not before the mighty Hercules had ejected. He would clearly be a formidable foe, and the thought excited me. Before becoming imbued with super soldier might and the ability to selectively harden parts of my body to something stronger than diamond, I had spent my life as a Spetsnaz, a Russian Commando, trained for combat. I thrived on challenges, and fought with my mind as well as my body. I marked the position where Hercules plummeted towards, then quickly gave my orders to my team. They had done their duty, manning the ultra-dimensional probe, and would now pull back.

01:23 The_Russian_Hammer: I could hear the sound of Hercules approaching, and selected a huge slab of ancient stone, hefting it, staying absolutely silent, then with precise timing and discipline, a product of my elite background, I tossed the slab of stone like a discuss, aiming it for where I judged Hercules to be as he topped the rise.

01:23 Hercules: As I rounded up the rocky hill to the Acropolis, I could see the old familiar building. The hurling slab of stone that was coming through the air at me was something new, though. In a quick bout of instinct, my right arm drew my heavy battlemace and I swung it upward with my right arm alone, bringing it to meet the large stone slab with a godly reckoning force. A dull tone of the collision sounded as my mace tore upwards through the stone slab, sending a spray of pebbles and boulders to either side of me. The pebbles pelted my skin like the tickle of insects. I growled as I kept bounding forward and emerged from the dust cloud of the smote stone slab. And then I saw the man. At this distance, I could see the red star emblazoned on his chest and I knew exactly who this man was then. “HAMMER!!!” I called out as I charged at my foe.

01:23 Hercules: Thor and I had battled many times over the centuries - with me clearly being the overall victor, mind you. And if I had usually bested Thor with his powers, then this pretender would be as easy as cracking a pomegranate open in my bare hands. Let’s get some answers to my questions now.

01:23 Hercules: My great battlemace SWUNG through the air then, aimed right at the Hammer’s obliques. I’ll crush his core in one blow and then get the answers I need.

01:23 The_Russian_Hammer: Yes, this hero was a worthy opponent for me. His reflexes, his speed, his power, he smashed the slab of stone with ease, wielding his adamantium battlemace. I smiled as he recognized me now, by the red star adorning my heavy, battle-forged chest. Time seems to slow as I enter the combat zone, a place where all my senses are heightened, and my focus on the battle is total. My Hammer is already in my hand, as his battlemace swings in towards my left side. With precision and battle-trained speed, I turn my left forearm impenetrably hard, and catch the haft of his mace on my forearm, a blow which normally would break the arm of even one such as Thor, but while my forearm is impenetrable, I could take Hercule’s mace without flinching. I deflect the mace down, redirecting Hercule’s own might and momentum to drive the mace into the ground at my feet, which also conveniently forces Hercules to bend towards me, which is when my right hand surges upwards with all my might, seeking to drive the head of my Hammer directly into the underside of Hercules’ bearded chin.

01:23 Hercules: I can see the power of this man now as I come in with my massive swing, and his arm…. It changes and deflects my mace downward with a glinting sound not unlike metal on glass. As my balance is altered, I go downwards with my mace, following the flow of momentum only to see a hammer - which looks similar to Thor’s - comes speeding up to meet my head. The Russian is good, but I have been battling since before he was sucking on his mother’s tit. I shift more to the outside of the blow, hearing it clang loudly on my helmet, but the blow is deflected. But now we are up close and personal. Time to see how the Russian enjoys some grecian wrestling….

01:23 Hercules: I swing down lower and into the muscled mass of the Russian Hammer. He is stoutly built, but I will crush him in true strength soon. My other arm swoops around him quick and grabs the other end of my mace, using it to secure him to my body as my powerful arms PULL the mace backwards towards me, catching his muscular chest in between me and my mace’s handle. And then, as we fall backwards, my legs are ready to embrace his narrow, Russian waist. With a blazing accuracy of the move performed thousands of times before, my thick legs are around his waist and my ankles hooked together below his manhood and between his legs. And as my back falls to the stone and dirt, I SQUEEZE this beast of a man in my body scissors and the crushing bearhug of my muscle and my mace. “What did you do to Thor?!” I growl angrily in your ear as my strength begins to test his man.

01:23 The_Russian_Hammer: Hercules is a consummate warrior, taking the blow of my hammer on the side of his helm, deflecting the force, then before I can reform my battle stance, I am trapped in his embrace, as he uses his Mace to lock my chest against his. He pulls me down on top, and his herculean legs snap around my waist. But that was all the time I needed. I focus, and my core turns harder than diamond, as his legs attempt to unload their crushing godly power onto a substance that does not yield before their might. The grip of his arms around my massive upper body is more problematic, but I can deal with that. I hear his question as he strains, to crush my upperbody in his bearhug. The pressure is enormous, his strength is vast…. But I am not nearly as incapacitated as I would have been if my core was also being crushed by his legs. I grunt out my reply, knowing that I cannot keep myself hardened indefinitely, and my chest can only take so much power. His arms are massively muscled, and I can feel the hard cords of steel-cabled muscle as he bearhugs me, and I can feel the incredible power of his mighty chest as our pecs are battling for control.

01:23 The_Russian_Hammer: But both of my arms are still free. My left hand reaches down suddenly, viper fast, underneath his right armpit, and drives my thumb like a spike into the nerve cluster just below the armpit. The move is nearly instinctive, thanks to my training, and is a perfect counter to the awesome strength of Hercules, designed to send a temporary surge of weakness and eye-watering pain through the heavy muscled demi-god. It is then that my right hand pulls back, and smashes the head of my Hammer into the side of Hercules’ jaw with as much force as I can muster.

01:23 Hercules: I can feel that solid core defying my massive 37 inch thighs as they FLEX and CRUSH - I understand now there must be something the Hammer can do to alter his body. But his chest and upper back yield some to my massive bearhug as it squeezes and bends him to me. He is strong, for sure, but I can tell I am stronger from the way his body fights and bends. He keeps silent from answering my question, instead sounding some grunts like a squeezed pup in my arms, but he reminds me he is not to be trifled with as I feel the shocking jab of his thumb into my right armpit. My bearded jaw drops as the shock in that nerve bundle makes my right hand grip falter on my mace, though my fingers stay around the shaft. More concerning is that hammer I see coming in from his right hand. I know he’ll be going for my face again, and sure enough he does. Given the close proximity and the bearhug I power onto the Hammer, the blow won’t come in with his full power, but I still don’t want to take such a blow right to my face.

01:23 Hercules: CLAAANNGGGG!!!! My eyes clench as the hammer connects again on my helmet. The helmet effectively negates vibrations, making it so I just feel the jaunting blow hit my head sideways, but my thick neck muscles keep my head steady. But the loud CLANG at my ear is another matter. My eyes force themselves open again, but I’m a bit blurry eyed from the jab in my muscled armpit and the blow at the side of my head. But I can see this beast well enough. My left arm snakes around his to try to get an armlock on while my right arm still tingles from the thumb spike. And with a growl, I snap my head forward onto this Russian beast’s nose, hearing my helmet connect with a loud CRACK as I feel blood drip down on my chest and face.

01:23 Hercules: “WHERE IS THOR?!” I yell again, not hearing it in my left ear over the ringing from the hammer blow.

01:23 The_Russian_Hammer: Hercules shudders from the assault, and I feel those mighty arms falter and release their grip around my chest as his head is bashed to the side. His helmet negates much of my strike, but it served its purpose. I rear back as he releases his bearhug, just as the handsome, bearded god throws his head up to bash into my face. Much of the force was negated as I was in the process of rearing up, but Hercules was mighty, and even so the impact of his forehead smashing into my nose caused a surge of pain to lance through my skull, followed by the red hot taste of iron in my mouth as blood dripped from my nose.

01:23 The_Russian_Hammer: A shudder runs through my body, but my training and instinct never falter, as I slide my right knee up, using the space I was able to create after being released from the bearhug to drive my knee up, sliding it gracefully onto the superhero’s crotch, popping open the legs encircling my mighty core. He reached for my right arm with his left, the god’s arm rippling with might, but again, my battle-forged muscles responded with the practice and instinct of elite training, as I held my Hammer and my arm tight against my body. I allowed my core to release it’s ultra hardened state, then with my left hand, I turned my thumb diamond hard, and with my hand still in position, I spiked the nerve cluster beneath his armpit a second time, with greater force, my diamond hard thumb acting like a dagger to unleash terrible damage to the mighty Hercules, the wave of numbness, paralysis and pain much more savage. This time, I answered his question with a sadistic snarl, “Soon enough, son of Zeus, you will discover that… when you join him!”

01:23 Hercules: As the blood comes down, this fiend doesn’t relent on the assault. He pulls his arm in tight, denying me the ability to tie up that arm with mine, but at least it gets that hammer out of the fight for the moment. But then I feel his knee move in to break my body scissors and then rest on my stones. I grunt out as my eyes furl down at the effective but dirty move. Everything changes, though, as I feel a dull stabbing pain deep in my armpit where the Hammer had attacked before. This time is much worse, though, pulling a heated grunt from me as the pain radiates quick and hard, making my right fingers curl chaotically upon themselves as my entire right arm shudders and spasms. I have a veiled answer to my question as the Hammer threatens that I’ll join Thor soon enough. I return a sneer, snarling “you are too sure of yourself, mortal.” And with all the might my left arm can muster, I drive a hard left hook into the core of this beast, sending him flying off of me to my right.

01:23 Hercules: I immediately grunt in relief as my balls are freed from the weight of the monster and I roll to my left using my left hand holding my mace strongly while my right hand fumbles weakly with the grip. As I get to a kneeling position, I hear a THUD as the Hammer hits the stone wall of the Acropolis. I stand and move to grab my mace and pursue him when my right hand again fumbles, though not as poorly. I look down at my right arm and shake it out, growling as I COMMAND my hand to prepare itself again for battle. My right answers the call as I grip my mace stronger in both hands and charge in at the Hammer.

01:23 The_Russian_Hammer: Beneath me the mighty Hercules pulls back his left arm, no doubt preparing to strike me with a titanic blow. I drop my right arm slightly, using it to shield my powerful core, since I won’t have enough time to refocus and harden my core. Grunting, I prepare myself to take the blow. The fist lands with a crack of thunder, smashing into the head of my Hammer, which shields me from taking any serious damage, but does not negate the force behind that titanic strike. My hard-muscled form is sent hurling off of Hercules, tumbling. I fight to control my trajectory, and manage to orient my tumbling form so that I take the impact on my shoulders, which I manage to turn diamond hard just in time. There is a mighty CRACKKKKkk as the ancient stone is nearly split in two by the power of my impact. I drop to the earth beneath, my ears ringing, but no worse the wear. I stand up, and catch sight of Hercules as he is struggling to fight through the numbness and paralysis I inflicted onto his arm. I grin viciously, raise my Hammer, and begin to summon the divine lightning. My Hammer requires a short time to recharge between each use, so I must always use this ability to best advantage.

01:23 The_Russian_Hammer: Then, just as the mighty Hercules looks up, having regained some use of his right arm and begins his charge, he is greeted by a savage, thunderous blast of divine lightning, aimed directly at the awesome, hard-muscled breadth of his hair-dusted chest.

01:23 Hercules: I look up to make my charge in and I see a cascade of blueish lightning coming at me, and it converges into one massive bolt aimed right at my chest. I am forced to stop dead in my tracks as I lift my mace up to intercept the lightning. I feel it peel off and strike the ground, my hands, my chest, my legs, even my helmet as it strikes chaotically after meeting my mace. However, being the Son of Zeus has a few perks. Even though this isn’t my Father’s lightning, it is lightning none-the-less. I grimace as the energy of it strikes my body, but I withstand it with a resistance and pride that most gods cannot boast. Ask me how much that pissed Thor off in our battles.

01:23 Hercules: “IS THAT ALL YOU GOT, MORTAL?!” I bellowed over this puny lightning that the Hammer tried to wield, then laughing loudly. “I BET I DO NOT EVEN NEED MY MACE!!!” I boasted proudly. And then, with a godly grin, my right arm took sole grip of my mace as my thick arms swung outward, my mace held upright by just my right arm.

01:23 Hercules: And there I stood, taking this lightning bolt from this pretender on my powerful pectorals!! I snarled and grimaced but felt invigorated at the same time. Thick veins began to show across my biceps, my pecs, even my core and legs. I soaked up this mortal’s attempt to wield what I assumed was Thor’s lightning, and then I started walking towards him. One heavy, thudding boot at a time. I would break him and then he would tell me where Thor was.

01:23 The_Russian_Hammer: My eyes narrowed as Hercules defends himself with his adamantine Mace, using it to capture and earth the divine lighting I sent his way, then taking the dregs on his chest. I won’t deny that it was a most impressive showing. But I was unfazed. Through my link with my Hammer, I could sense the energies were being depleted quickly… and would need time to recharge. But sometimes, one could achieve more with less.. If it was focused properly. So, as the proud, confident Hercules strode towards me with lightning playing across his chest, I concentrated, straining mentally to direct and shape the remaining energy, stretching the limits of my control over the lightning, I focused, then suddenly felt the connection snap into place. I opened my eyes, and sent a final surge of lighting, draining my Hammer, at Hercules’ wide open form, narrowed and concentrated, with pinpoint accuracy, as though a live wire had been connected between my Hammer… and the proud, pert, hard nub of Hercules left nipple adorning his hard-muscled left pectoral, directly beneath the super hero’s heart.

01:23 Hercules: I stepped closer and closer to the Hammer, my path to victory straight-forward like a march. More and more thudding steps occurred and then the lightning changed in a moment, focusing itself as it weakened. And my eyes went wide as the lightning landed on my left nipple, and it was like the lightning was being channeled even in my body - channeled to my heart itself. I let out a burly GASP as I staggered backwards and the lightning faded finally. I felt my heart frantically beating in my chest, struggling to find it’s own rhythm again. My left hand grabbed at my meaty pectoral as my mace thudded down on the ground with my right hand gripping it tightly. I could hear my labored breaths then and the sweat that cascaded across my whole body. My eyes snapped back to the Hammer, my pupils at pinpoints, and I looked at this man differently now. He may be a mortal, but he was capable. He had taken down Thor, and I would not fall prey as well. My face pulled my lips and beard up into a snarl again as I lifted my mace up high with both hands and then brought it down with a heavenly CRASH on the earth itself, sending a spray of dust and stone up in the air while a crack opened up in the earth towards the Hammer. If he would throw the power of the skies at me, I would see how he fared against the swallowing earth itself.

01:23 Hercules: But even as the dust cloud went up and I heard the earthen maw open up before me, my own body - specifically my heart - insisted on at least a short break. And so I feel to one knee and gripped my chest again as I gasped for breath. I needed only another moment to gather myself before standing up and shaking off some of the strange feeling that I felt across my body.

01:23 The_Russian_Hammer: With a vicious grin, I realize that Hercules had felt that, I lowered my Hammer, holding it forth in my mighty right arm, striding towards him. Hercules had staggered backwards, clutching his left chest, his confidence and pride scattered. But he recovered rapidly, pushing through his weakened state, to smash the earth beneath his feet with his mace. I felt the ground tremble, and the ancient Acropolis violently shake. The mighty god was obscured by a sudden spray of dust, but I saw the crack racing towards me. It was an easy feat to leap to safety, with a surge of power from my coiled quads. The impromptu earthquake had shattered some of the ancient structure, and a massive block of stone fell directly down towards me. But this was an opportunity, not a threat. I took a gamble, and judged that Hercules would still be in the same position he had been when striking the earth, since my enhanced hearing did not catch the sound of his footfalls Raising both my hands overhead, I caught the slab of stone expertly using my left hand and the side of my Hammer. My muscles bulged with strength, as I judged the slab to weigh about a ton. I took aim, and THREW the stone with a heavy surge of might, to hurtle silently through the obscuring cloud of dust directly at the position where I had last seen Hercules.

01:23 Hercules: The effects of the lightning to my heart seem to be wearing off as I stand and take a deep breath. I’m about to start moving out of the dust cloud to get back in this fight when a massive force POUNDS my face, then my chest, then my core. I quickly realize a massive stone slab has been hurled at me, and I go on the defensive to try to catch it, but it’s too late to truly divert the slab’s momentum - I can only flex every muscle in my godly body to take the blow. Which is exactly what I do, and I feel myself go backwards with the stone slab coming to rest on top of me. My entire body is underneath the stone slab and I can’t help but wonder if Athena is looking down feeling like justice has been served on me. I growl at the thought though and dig deep, my thick arms pushing up on the stone slab and tossing it to the side after a few moments heaving and focusing. But I can’t just lay here and catch my breath. Catching my breath before is what got me into this mess. So I kip up and quickly bring up the handle of my mace with my foot. I can’t see the Hammer anywhere and know I’m in a bad position. I need to get some cover in the Acropolis….

01:23 The_Russian_Hammer: This is my chance… as soon as that massive slab leaves my hands, I coil my thighs, gathering all my strength, and leap in the wake of it’s flight. My mind is razor focused, and every sense is tuned to the maximum. My battle instincts were spot on, and I land on the earth just as I am greeted by the sound of the massive slab smashing full into the granite-hard muscles of the mighty Hercules, masking the sound of my landing. I leap a second time, once more heaving forward in a massive bound, and land only a few feet behind Hercules, once again focusing to land as silently as possible, with all my skill, and aided by the sound of Hercules shoving the slab off him. My Hammer is out, and just as Hercules kicks up his Mace, I swing, exploding with brutal force, my hard core rippling with all my might, as I seek to drive the head of my Vibranium Hammer full into the small of Hercules’ unsuspecting back, right over his kidneys.

01:23 Hercules: I’m on my feet and about to make a move to the Acropolis for cover when I hear something behind me. My head turns to look over my shoulder quickly and my eyes go wide as I see the Russian Hammer behind me and swinging like a blur. I feel the blow connect on my back, right at my kidneys, but - as if that wasn’t enough - the blow knocks me forward in a brutish blur of momentum as I then CRASH into the Acropolis. Even as my chest and core take a beating against the stonewall of the Acropolis, the pain in my back radiates brilliantly more-so. I haven’t even been able to make a sound the entire time and I still can’t. As I fall to my knees, forehead against the Acropolis, my lungs have seized up and my back feels like it’s a tangled knot of snaky muscles spasming. With my shaking left hand against the Acropolis and my right tightly gripping my mace, I push up, trying to get to my feet, but then the lightning agony in my spine itself makes itself known and I let out a short, short GASP of pure anguish. I can’t even get a breath in as I stay on my knees against the Acropolis walls. But then my fists clench tight, shaking, and I start to stand again.

01:23 Hercules: A bellowing howl of complete anguish roars out of my mouth as my legs shake and I ascend, mace gripped TIGHT in my right hand. Again, my heart thumps proudly in my chest but at a chaotic rhythm. My grinding my knuckles push on the Acropolis wall as I hear helicopters overhead. This fight is not done. It is not!! For Thor!!!

01:23 The_Russian_Hammer: My blow smashes into the unsuspecting Hercules like the Thunder of the gods, smashing the mighty man of muscle hard into the ancient stones of one of the few standing structures up here on the Acropolis. Even as Hercules warrior-forged muscle is sent hurtling, I am in motion, cocking my Hammer, my entire being focused on the conquest of the son of Zeus. Even so, I catch the sound and sight of helicopters arrowing in, no doubt newscasters drawn by the lightning and sounds of our battle. This could not be more to my liking. It was time for the world to see the power of the Red Fist, the power of The Russian Hammer. I leap again, and Hercules only has time to begin standing when my blow lands, the power of my swinging Hammer multiplied by the momentum of my leap, timing all of it to maximise the brutal impact as once more, I seek to drive the head of my Hammer full into Hercules’ tortured back and kidneys. What is even more perfect… it is just at that moment that a spotlight illuminates Hercules, and cameras focus in.

01:23 Hercules: I stand and am about to turn to face this mortal man in combat when a spotlight comes on me and I know what is happening with the helicopter know. But all that fades away as another EXPLOSION of pain meets my back like a bomb. I feel my body push fully up against the stone wall as the slab itself shifts slightly and a cascade of dust and pebbles fall on me from the above stones shifting from the blow. And then I drop to my knees, again unable to even breathe. I try to stay upright, to not move anywhere as any movement sends more EXPLOSIVE pain throughout my entire back, but...I cannot…. My left hand grips at the stone wall as I fall slowly to the right, but there is nothing to grab. And soon, I’m on my side, my mace clung tightly in my right hand, lungs still frozen, my body on fire with pain, and my back screaming for death or to be ripped away from my brain for some semblance of relief. But there is a battle to be won….. And I turn my head slightly, sneering up to the black, shadowy silhouette of the Russian Hammer standing over me. I growl and spit at him, watching the bloody wad of saliva hurl through the air at this beast. I will break him. I WILL!!!!

01:23 The_Russian_Hammer: As the helicopter hovers closer, I can hear the panicked, fearful, disbelieving tones of the reporters, able to pick out their voices over the thrum of the helicopter blades. I grin, already in motion as Hercules begins to slowly collapse to the right like a ruined fortress succumbing to my relentless assault. God he may be, but even his immortal body has limits… and my Hammer is finding them. Even as he turns his head to sneer up at me, to send his bloody wad of defiance, my left hand seizes his right wrist in a iron-tight grip, sending forth a surge of mighty strength, to wrench his mace-wielding right arm up behind him in a savage hammerlock, forcing the son of Zeus to his knees, with his chest smashed up against the stone face. Normally, overpowering Hercules’ legendary might would be just beyond me, but now, with superior position and the brutal damage unleashed on Hercules injured back, not even the awesome power of his veiny, divinely muscled right arm can resist me, and the Hammerlock snaps into position. My left boot snaps out, and digs deep into Hercules tortured spine, pinning him against the wall, as I pull up and back on his powerful right arm, driving my boot deep into his spine, adding further damage and agony to his wounded spine, and bracing him so that I can seek to achieve what no mortal has yet managed to achieve… to cripple the mighty Hercules. I am marshalling all my considerable power, focused on this goal, pulling up on his hammer locked right arm with my vise-like grip controlling his wrist, rendering his mace useless. As I pull that arm up, I also pull it out and back, with a roar of savage might, bending Hercules’ injured back over my boot, and causing the pressure and force to build to god-breaking levels in the legendary right arm and shoulder of Hercules. My own right arm, Hammer in hand, stood ready, to defend against any desperate counter attack the trapped god might devise.

01:23 Hercules: I feel my mace arm seized and pulled up in a savage hammerlock and then a boot on my tortured back. The hammerlock gets a growl of defiance that rumbles through my bloodied teeth, but the boot on my back gets another HOWL of anguish. I can feel my body pinned up against the Acropolis, back bending over that boot as my arm is wrenched higher and higher. The agony of my back isn’t matched by the agony in my shoulder, but I cannot ignore either of them. They batter at my heroic resolve as I let out another ROAR against the stone wall as I feel both amplify with another massive surge of strength from the fiend. Blood and spit splatter on the wall as my head angles up and back. I can feel my muscles fighting, resisting, pulling taut and trembling with effort. But suddenly, there’s a loud POPPING sound as my right shoulder dislocates and I feel my arm move into a position that it has never been in before. The agony in my shoulder is suddenly ten-fold and it sends a new wave of chaotic pain through my body, making my back spasm. Those are spasms I can’t afford, though!! My eyes widen as my back bends ever more quickly and there’s a sudden CRACKING that rattles up my spine as one of my vertebrae shatters into shards of bone. And much like my limp spasming arm, my back twists and yields as the pain I feel rattles up and bellows out my mouth like a font of agony.

01:23 Hercules: I feel myself drop to the ground limply as I tremble there in a pile of twisted flesh and agony. I can see the helicopter shining its light down and I see the Acropolis bearing witness to this defeat. I pant raggedly in pain as tears fill my eyes at the bitter defeat coupled with the anguish of pain that I have never felt before in my godly days. I have lost to this mortal? That is...not...possible….. Not…. Possible….

01:23 The_Russian_Hammer: I hear the POPPP and then the CRACKKKKKKKkk as first I destroy his shoulder, and then …. The mighty back …. Of Hercules, son of Zeus. He had been stronger than I… but he had underestimated me, and had paid the price in full. Or… he would. I look up at the helicopters, turning so they can see the Red Star standing forth on my bulging chest, as I plant my boot down on Hercules’ twitching, twisting muscle. The voices scream in fear and panic. But the world has not yet finished seeing what I am capable of. Not yet. I turn down towards the twitching heap of mangled godly muscle, replacing my Hammer on my belt for the moment, my hands move with speed and precision, and I begin to strip Hercules of his gear, removing his helmet, taking off his utility belt, removing his boots, unbuckling the trousers, purported to be invulnerable to weapons, fashioned from the skin of the Nemean Lion. I rip his Mace out of his right hand, and place it on my belt, another trophy of my conquest. The only thing I leave on him is the harness on his torso. The straps of the harness showcase the muscle of this Greek god to perfection, and I wanted the world to see Hercules for what he was now…. A sex object.

01:23 The_Russian_Hammer: My Hammer had time to recharge now, and with a grin, I reached down with my left hand and grabbed the straps of Hercules harness where the crossed his back. My left arm rippled and flexed with might, as I heaved up the broken Hercules, presented that mighty, proud chest and that handsome, bearded face for the circling newscasters. Then, with my right hand, I grabbed my Hammer once more, and turned in my grasp, so I held the head in my hand. I roared out in a thundering voice, loud enough for half the city to hear, “Hercules…. Son of Zeus…. Is mine by right of conquest… and I claim him, here and now.” With those words, I shove the haft of my Hammer at Hercules’ perfect ass, spit roasting him full to the hilt of my Hammer, I dig around with the handle, until I find his prostate. “Now Hercules, let me introduce you to your new life… as a Bull… a Divine Bull good for only one purpose… your seed….” Then, I focus, and unleash my divine lighting. But not in an overwhelming blast of might, but a focused, precise release… through the handle of my Hammer, directly into his prostate. Much as a bull is forced to give up it’s seed when a farmer inserts an electrified rod up their ass to stimulate their prostate, so now I used the same technique on the immortal Son of Zeus, driving my divine lighting directly into his prostrate, to rape him brutally, ruthlessly, and in full public display for the world to know the heights of my conquest over him, and the depths of his defeat.

01:23 Hercules: I feel myself being unmanned, stripped of my battle gear, of my possessions…. Left only with my harness at the end, which is used to haul me to hanging just slightly off the ground. I was on display, naked besides the harness, my ten inch Greek god cock hanging flaccid as I groaned loudly through the pain. The beast makes his proclamation of conquest over me, which I am not surprised by. But then my jaw drops as I feel something brutally invade my unsuspecting, hairy ass, splitting me open as the object roots around like some wild hog in my ass. Then those sinister whispers in my ear…. “Now Hercules, let me introduce you to your new life… as a Bull… a Divine Bull good for only one purpose… your seed….” I look up at the helicopter, my eyes glued there, head shaking as my bearded jaw hangs and I prepare to bolster myself mentally and physically for the onslaught. I will NOT be defiled like this bef--

01:23 Hercules: “GGGAAAAAWWWWWUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHKKKKKK!!!!!” My roar traveled across the city and the countryside as I felt a torrent of wild electricity cascade through my speared hole. I looked down immediately as I felt my cock not just twitch, but it SPASMED and HARDENED IMMEDIATELY!!! But that was not the most surprising part. I saw cum leaking out of my cock even before I was erect. My balls had started unloading their potent seed before my cock could even get hard. But then as my cock raced to catch up, huge wads of my white seed volleyed through the air, each one laced with blueish electricity as it volleyed out through the air. My eyes widened as I felt and watched the spectacle. I - Hercules - was a fucking spectacle!!!

01:23 Hercules: More and more of my cum volleyed out of my aching cock, seeming like an unending supply. But finally, the cum did stop…. Yet my orgasming cock did not. My eyes rolled and my head lolled back and then rolled left and right. This orgasm…. It… Can’t….

01:23 Hercules: And with that, I felt my head roll forward as consciousness left my body, though the agony and lightning were somehow still present in my otherwise blank mind.

01:23 The_Russian_Hammer: I held Hercules above me, feeling the spasms and twitches, the yells and moans of his mighty roar as his divine seed was raped from his godly orbs by the power of my harnessed lighting. He shook and twitched, spasming uncontrollably, his seed fountaining up to drip down onto parts of my body and to cover the earth of a spot held sacred to the gods of Greece. It was fitting, and more than fitting. Then, I felt him suddenly tense, and drop limp in my grip, the pain and agony of his many injuries and his rape more than the divine Hercules could endure. Sneering, I hauled back my left arm, and gathered the power in my core, unleashing a surge of might to hurl the conquered, unconscious, drained carcass of the once proud and mighty Hercules at the nearest helicopter with brutal force. His body smashed into the news Copter, followed by screams and rending metal, as the helicopter spiralled down to burst into flames as Hercules limp body fell heavy to the earth, no doubt compounding his many injuries. I strode over, still in the spotlight to gather up the broken god, and tossed him over my shoulder like the sack of garbage he was. I turned, coiled my legs, and with a mighty leap, I sprang forth, out of the sight of the news choppers, to rendezvous with my elite team, and make my escape back to Siberia before the other Avengers could arrive.

Published: 2021-05-31, viewed 149 times.