Superverse

Read this first: The Battle of Athens - Hercules and the Hammer - Part 1

01:23 The_Russian_Hammer: When Hercules returns to consciousness, it is through the courtesy of my heavy boot slamming into his balls. He is laid out on the floor of the Red Fist’s aircraft, which appears to be hovering in midair, to judge by the vibrations of the vehicle. I stand over him, sneering, “I told you Hercules, that you would find out where Thor is, and I am ever a man of my word.” I reach out and push a button on the side of the wall, and suddenly the floor beneath Hercules swings down, opening over a dark, snowy landscape about 60 feet over a landing pad. The broken body of the Son of Zeus plummets downwards, to crash back first in a brutal heap square on the snow-swept landing pad, the dark cloudy night sending frigid currents of wind to caress the naked, broken god. Surrounding the landing pad are rank upon rank of Red Fist troops, and in the forefront of the rank of troops, equally naked, with a strange collar around his neck, and with his long blond hair shorn and cut short, was Thor. He was in the act of servicing two Troopers just then, his mouth distended as he hungrily tried to swallow their manhoods. Another trooper had a remote, and pressed a button on the remote, and suddenly Thor moaned in pleasure and he twitched, his seed erupting from his godly rod to fill a waiting beaker held by a fourth man. I gave the injured Hercules a moment to take in what he was seeing, then leapt out myself. I knew Hercules had powers of regeneration, and I wanted to ensure he remained injured enough to prevent him from regaining his strength, so more punishment was in order, and our loyal troops deserved a display. I turned my feet diamond hard, and held my Hammer overhead, my hard muscles rippling with power as I fell. I landed straddling the injured Hercules, my legs coiling like springs to absorb the shock, diverting the momentum of my fall to empower my descending Hammer blow, which CRASHED full in the center of Hercules’ awesome, hard-muscled, proudly displayed pecs of power like a meteor streaking down out of the heavens, my voice raised in triumph as I bellowed, “ONCE MORE!! WITNESS THE TRIUMPH OF THE RED FIST!!! WITNESS ANOTHER GOD TO FALL BEFORE THE MIGHT OF THE RUSSIAN HAMMER!”

01:23 Hercules: I woke with more pain as my recently emptied but refilling balls were stomped by the fiend’s heavy boot. After the initial outburst of pain, the pain of my back was again in my mind, though the agony of it had lessened at least somewhat thanks to my healing powers. I looked up as the fiend addressed me and mentioned Thor again. Before I could respond, the floor of the aircraft opened up beneath me and I fell through the frigid air onto a snowy concrete slab. I grunted out a breath in the pain, but my lungs found themselves again stilled as the pain radiated through my back. As I saw Thor, his proud mane of hair shorn from him as he serviced two mortal men, my eyes widened in disbelief. Even the pain in my back could not override the pain in my heart for Thor. Even though he and I had battled many times over the years, this was never a fate I felt him deserving of. My thoughts were interrupted as two heavy boots slammed down on either side of me. I didn’t even have time to look at the fiend before I felt a massive explosion batter my pec valley. I could hear a CRACK as my sternum held back the hammer from invading my chest itself, but not without a cost. Immediately, I coughed and sputtered a spray of blood up on the Hammer’s face. I squirmed and writhed, coughing and spitting more and more blood as my lungs struggled for air. My right shoulder had been popped into place before I had woken up, but it made little difference as both arms weakly tried to push against this fiend. Even pushing with my arms send fresh pain through my sternum, causing my proud pecs to bounce and spasm as they didn’t know how to cope with the pain their flexing caused. I looked to my friend and called to him, my only chance in the moment.

01:23 Hercules: “THOR!!” I called out, another spray of spittle and blood turning the snow red. But he did nothing but continue servicing the men and moaning like a bitch slut in heat. What had they done to him?.... But as I watched the show….I felt my manhood swell and twitch….

01:23 The_Russian_Hammer: I reached up to wipe the spray of blood from Hercules’ internal injuries coating my face, and with an evil smile, licked it off bit by bit. I turned, and caught Hercules’ anguished cry as he called out to Thor. I smiled as the look Thor gave Hercules was full of lust, anguish, despair, and utter submission. It was a look that caused me to smile, as I watched the impact of it on Hercules.

01:23 The_Russian_Hammer: Then, I dropped down, mounting the awesomely sculpted torso of Hercules, his muscles cut and harder than granite, covered in a dusting of light hair, only accentuating the sheer presence of his masculine divine power… except for the blood coating his chest, and the mewling and writhing of the injured god. But to me, they were simply beauty marks for his broken might. I looked down full into Hercules’ bearded face, drinking in the handsome, classical beauty of the legendary hero. Then, I turned my right fist hard as diamond, and smashed it down into his jaw like a piledriver, exploding into the side of his bearded face with sadistic intent, over and over with ruthless aggression, wanting to knock this paragon of masculine power the fuck out, wanting to break his handsome jaw to injure him further so we could keep him subdued, and wanting to put on a show for Thor and our loyal troops.

01:23 Hercules: I called out to my friend...but nothing….nothing except my swelling, twitching dick. And then, there were fists battering my face. Lefts and rights coming in. I hadn’t expected that. Not at all. And I was addled and confused at the first one, my thick arms going up to fend off the blows as best they could, but…. The blows just kept coming. My head turned with each blow. My vision was fading as my eyes were swelling shut. Red colored what vision I had left. I felt some of my teeth rattle around in my mouth before being expelled forcibly by the next punch. And finally, my arms fell to the sides, heavy with defeat and anguish, as my face was unrecognizable now. Eyes, lips, cheeks swollen and bloody; a few teeth missing; and a fractured jaw that had managed to defy the onslaught by not completely breaking….though my defiance and endurance seemed more a curse than a blessing at this point. But even as I groaned weakly in pain, barely able to see anything, my strength seeming gone from my grasp...my eyes turned to Thor...and...and…

01:23 The_Russian_Hammer: Finally, his once handsome Greek features so covered in contusions, blood and bruises that he more closely resembles a crash victim than a powerful hero, he falls unconscious again. I look around at my troops as I stand up, his blood dripping for my fists. I call to the troops, “Hercules…. He is yours, until I return.” I walk towards the large and imposing laboratory to acquire the set of Adamantium chains that would hold even the mighty Hercules at full strength, which he will not be at ever again until his will is broken to my purpose. As I strode away, he was already surrounded by troops. Two of them were stuffing their cocks into his slack, bleeding jaw. And another enterprising pair had seized the limp god’s legs, so a third could stuff is rock-hard trooper’s dick into Hercules’ ruined ass. A line of men began to form. Several more of them simply flanked the downed god, and whipped out their cocks to relieve themselves, coating his broken form in their urine. I grinned. The boys were enjoying themselves. They had earned it. I returned about ten minutes later to find my trooper’s cum overflowing out of Hercules' broken mouth, running down the sides of his blood-soaked beard. More of my trooper’s cum was leaking out of his ruined ass. I shouted an order, “Enough for now. You will all have a chance to sample the Greek god’s ass and mouth later. You have done well.” Acting quickly, I hogtied the broken god with the Adamantium chains, securing his wrists and ankles together, then carrying him over my shoulder, I brought him into the lab where the science team was eagerly awaiting their newest prize. I adjusted his bonds, hanging him from the ceiling by his wrists, and securing his ankles to powerful deeply anchored hooks sunk into the foundations of the building, surrounded by a frame of vibranium. Then, the chief scientist hurried up and whispered into my ear. I nodded. Of course they needed a fresh sample of his divine seed.

01:23 The_Russian_Hammer: Hercules was … depleted,and no doubt the energy and strength of his godly body was more focused on trying to repair his injuries than producing seed.. But I had ways to stimulate this. I would drain him dry. And begin to crack his will and resistance at the same time. I planted my Hammer, the head down on a table rolled in front of Hercules. From the haft of the Hammer, I attached three wires. Two of the wires ended in alligator clips, the third ended in a long metallic rod. I roughly slammed the rod up Hercules’ ass, and attached the clips to the hard, powerful nubs of his right and left nips. Now, it was time to wake up the Son of Zeus. My scientists had needs after all…. I place my hand on the shaft of the Hammer, and close my eyes, and summon the lighting again. Carefully, with growing skill, I direct the surge into the three wires leading off the shaft, and with a sadistic grin of pure dominance, I drive the godly lightning deep up his ass again, to his overworked prostrate, and at the same time, drove the lighting into his erect and imprisoned nips, even as the cum from my troops still leaked out of his mouth, even as his body hair was matted and soaked from my men’s piss, and even as more of my men’s cum leaked out of his invaded ass.

01:23 Hercules: I was dreaming…. Dreams of the Elysian Fields. It was a good dream. The sky was blue, the fields were full - it was just before harvest time - when suddenly, a gathering storm formed overhead and a bolt of lightning crashed down upon me there in the middle of the fields. I felt the current target my proud chest and my ass. “Why?” I remember thinking. But there was no answer. There was only my own tortured bellow as the assault continued. Soon, my eyes shifted violently from the Elysian Fields to a room somewhere far underground I guessed from the lack of windows. My battered eyes could still make out lots of details even through my blurred vision, and one thing I could easily see was the smile on the fiend’s face. In fact, that smile was the first thing I saw when my eyes glanced across him. I could feel my body coming to life as I saw him, raging filling me, that warrior fire stoking up hotter and hotter again. I suddenly remembered the battle at the Acropolis then...and the helicopters...and then seeing Thor…. I would need a plan to escape here with my friend, and I tried desperately to take in the details of the room as I came to with the lightning display again. That was when I cast my eyes downward and realized just what a situation I was in….

01:23 Hercules: Blood and piss and cum and Gods know what else covered my chest and abs, the hair on my torso slicked and matted down. But what caught my attention more were the alligator clamps snapped deeply into my proud nipples, directing that current into my thick chest which spasmed and bucked at the lightning’s assault. At the same time, I could feel the thick rod in my ass, sending jolts into my prostate, which again had the effect of making my thick, ten inch cock raging hard. I had no seed left to give from the massive outpouring from earlier, yet still my cock stood proud and hard, precum leaking as I looked down and let out another baleful sound as the torture continued. My arms and legs were already jerking and pulling on the binds, but there was so little strength in either pair of my limbs, but especially my legs. My back still screamed in agony as I hung there, and moving my legs still made the pain jolt my brain worse than the lightning. But as if by mercy, the lightning stopped….and I felt my body go limp and loose. I heard my own groans as my eyes twitched and roamed the room chaotically. I was definitely in a lab of some sort…. And there were men in lab coats in the back room…. Fuck…. What was this place?.... I couldn’t muster words at the moment, but as I saw the fiend stepping up towards me, I spat at him again, hurling the spit as aimed and as far as my battered body could.

01:23 The_Russian_Hammer: I looked on in savage delight as the defeated Hercules was once more raped to a full erection. But still he had no seed to give to us, despite the extreme stimulation. I concentrated, and allowed the lighting to fade. Hercules hurled his defiance at me, in the form of his bloody spit. It spattered against my bearded cheek, and I ignored it, slowly walking around the hanging form of the immortal Hercules. I inspected his nude body, save the harness that crossed his mighty chest, my hands tracing the hard-cut lines of his granite muscles, each one thrumming with power. I traced the savage bruise on his back, marking the spot where his spine had given way before my Hammer and my might. I walked back around him, and reached up to seize his bearded jaw with an iron grip. I could feel his jaw creak and shift as I twisted his head one way, then the other to inspect his classically handsome features, covered in contusions, blood, and bruises, which only enhanced his beauty in my eyes. Then, I turned his face to look directly into my eyes. My gaze was hard, without mercy. I spoke, “Thor fought at first as well. But in the end, not even his godly will was able to endure the torments that we delivered to him. And in the end, neither will you. You have thought yourself the finest warrior and wrestler in the world, yet for all your vaunted prowess, you fell before the might of the Russian Hammer. You might have been stronger than I, but for all your godly muscles, you had no answer for my skill at battle.” I spit on his face, showing my contempt. Then I stepped back, snapping my fingers.

01:23 Hercules: The fiend boasts his victory and gloats...and I can do naught but look at him with my still half-shut eyes from the contusions that he delivered on me earlier. But...he is right. He did beat me. I looked down my nose at this mortal and did not think him a worthy challenge...and in doing so...I lost…. And...Thor…. My resolve tightens and I push my stoic jaw outward proudly, quietly, only to feel the fiend grasp my jaw and direct it with his strength - his incredibly awesome strength for a mortal. I can feel the fracture in my jaw pulse with raw pain as he manhandles even my face, but I will not give him the satisfaction of knowing my pain. I only hold that stoic chin forward more proudly as I listen and observe. There must be a flaw somewhere….something to use to escape…. Think, Herc!! Think!!

01:23 The_Russian_Hammer: A waiting team of scientists rolled forward a large cone, forged of some unknown metal. “You might recognize this little toy, Hercules. It once resided in the vault within the Avengers HQ. But what none of the Avengers realize…. Is that I raided that vault before destroying their base after conquering Thor. Yes, this is the ultra-dimensional probe, able to determine the secrets hidden to more conventional means of discovery. But the secrets of godly physiology are not easy to reveal, not even for the ultra-dimensional probe. But… if the contact is … intimate enough … they can be revealed. Thor found this out the hard way. After being subjected to the probe, I believe his exact words were … ‘Please no more, I am yours divine hammer. Breaker of gods, I will do whatever you ask, just stop please.’” With an evil gleam to my eye, I moved the tip of the cone shaped probe just between Hercules’ massive legs. I reach out and put my hands on either side of Hercules’ obliques, then tightened my grip. The chains holding up Hercules’ arms were suddenly released by the assistants, and with a surge of might I drove the beaten god down, directly onto the tip of the cone-shaped probe which penetrated his divine ass, forcing the tip deeper and deeper up his hole, the expanding circumference of the cone stretching and tearing at his ass.

01:23 Hercules: I saw the scientists rolling out the large cone and I recognized it simply by some of the tales Hermes would share with me. What he called an ultra-dimensional probe was...well...that… But it was more as well. Yes, THIS could be the key to getting out of here…. But then I saw them moving the probe behind me...and I contemplated the fiend’s words. Surely...no...they would not…. My stoic eyes looked deeper into the fiend’s eyes and...yes… He would. And as he grabbed my obliques and tightened his grip, I gripped the chains above me in turn. I would NOT be impaled upon this artifact!! But the day’s toll was too much for even my strength as my grip on the chains was nothing. The shackles were opened and I was wrest down from my hanging spot like I may as well not have even been gripping the chains. And then I felt the cone-shaped probe enter me. Spread me. Invade me. My arms immediately grabbed onto the fiend’s shoulders as I began pushing myself up, clawing onto his clothes to get more leverage as the cone spread me further...and further….and further. A spitting gasp erupted out of my mouth as I felt my ass tear to make room for the fucking device. My trembling fingers reached for the fiend’s eyes then, ready to tear them out and squash them in my hands with a relish.

01:23 The_Russian_Hammer: I signalled to the team monitoring the ultra-dimensional probe, and suddenly the entire device began to glow with an unearthly color, brighter and brighter. Then the emitter, deep inside Hercules’ ass, FLASHES. A burst of unnatural, indescribable energy blasts out from the tip of the emitter. In the bizarre flash, the son of Zeus turns almost transparent for a brief moment, and everyone can see the outline of his bones and internal organs highlighted by a strange, glowing energy. Then, the flash fades. A powerful heat is radiating off his divine body, and the blast of the probing pulse has done savage damage to his godly form. Smoke is rising off his granite-hard muscle, his thick, powerful body suddenly sprouts burns in random places, and a thick column of smoke and steam is rising from Hercules’ mighty chest. I smile evilly, that looks BRUTALLY painful. The researcher gasps, pointing at a diagram of Hercules’ body, suddenly covered with pulsing lines, exclaiming, "See here! The ultra-dimensional prob is beginning to map out the channels he uses to circulate his divine energy!! Just as it had done for Thor. Just a few more probes and we will have a complete map! But already, we have discovered a major difference… the divine essence for Thor was located in his godly orbs, but for Hercules… it resides within his mighty chest. That is why his enormous pecs are beginning to smoke and steam! The power of the ultra-dimensional probe is reacting with some kind of nectar carrying his divine essence, stored in glands within his mighty chest."

01:23 Hercules: My fingers are poised right to pluck the eyes from the fiend’s skull when suddenly the FLASH erupts in the room. No…. No…. Inside ME!! I can see the cosmos in that moment, my mind overwhelmed by the effects of the probe as my limbs shake and I convulse like a boy being lashed for the first time. But the heavens….the expanses…. So much seen in that moment. But then it all fades away as there is nothing but PAIN and AGONY. I feel like my body is….jerky. My muscles…. So stiff and non-responsive as I quiver and sputter in my state. They mewl something about my body, but I can’t even hear what they say. All I hear is the agony…. The fucking agony…. My fingers clutch and pull at that thick, black beard then as I sputter more of my pain on the fiend’s face and chest. His eyes….. So black…. Everything…. Black….

01:23 The_Russian_Hammer: I look over at the scientists with a look of interest on my face. Really… in his chest? I speak up, “Continue the probing until you have completed your map. The secret to his strength.. We must find a way to acquire that. Thor’s essence provided healing only… but Hercules… his MUST provide the godly strength we need to build our army.” The researcher nods, and activates the probe again. Once more the probe FLASHES, driving it’s unearthly pulse of energy through the legendary body of Hercules. Patches of the manly hair coating his granite muscles suddenly burst into a flash of flame as more of his body erupts in savage burns, his internal organs suddenly illuminated once more. The steam and heat radiates from his mighty pecs with increasing power. One of the researchers gasps… “Yes! See this here… and see here… all the channels in Hercules body converge on his chest, whereas for Thor, they converged on his testes.” They activate the probe again, repeating the savage FLASH, delivering another round of savage, horrific damage to Hercules, lighting him up like a christmas tree. Then, suddenly, Hercules’ mighty chest began to vibrate, and his nipples erupted like two geysers, spraying the room, my head, and the floor with Hercules’ divine essence. I screamed in pain, as the liquid scalded my skin. Cursing, I backed off, and signalled in rage, “PROBE HIM AGAIN! AND COLLECT SAMPLES OF THAT LIQUID!” The scientist spoke up, “Uhhh… Sir, we had better not. Another pulse is likely to kill Hercules, and that liquid that sprayed from his nipples, it evaporated almost instantly, we will need to find another way to extract his essence.” I turned, and looked directly at the mighty Hercules, not looking so mighty anymore, covered in savage burns as he sat impaled on the cone-shaped probe.

01:23 Hercules: I clung onto the fiend, not because I wanted to, but because I was desperate to pull myself off this apocalypse machine. But the fist pulse had made my legs feel useless, dried up. My feet had been vying to reach for the floor so I could push myself up and off this fucking monstrostity...but the floor was out of reach. And now after the first flash, my feet just hung and twitched as my cock pointed up to the heavens still. But then the fiend ordered more flashes?!?! My eyes widened and I felt alight with the intense energy again. My back ARCHED as my body did as it willed, my feet hanging, my arms still on the bulging shoulders of the Russian. My body revolted against the energy, my flesh being partially consumed with the intense heat while my body hair was truly consumed in a flash of fire. The smell of my burnt hair lingered in my nose as they made more statements about my body that I just could not hear or comprehend. But I felt the vibration in my chest. It felt…. Good…. It felt…. Amazing…. With the third pulse of energy, my chest arched and thrashed as my arms fell to my sides. The pain...was….glorious…. I stared blankly at the ceiling, but in my mind I could see the entire cosmos...and the cosmos swirled like a pool of infinite energy in my very chest. And my harness….my harness hugged and supported the entire cosmos. While I could feel the burns across my entire body...but somehow my chest escaped the savage burns. I could only gasp and grunt in the exquisite pain as I felt myself held upright now by some force...or by luck… My mind was too far gone to know….

01:23 The_Russian_Hammer: My face was burning from the hot essence that had sprayed forth from Hercules’ overheated pectorals. Enraged, I gazed at the scientist who warned me of the consequences of another probe. My eyes narrowed, and I barked out, “Bring me some of Thor’s essence.” He grabs a vial from a cabinet and hurries over, I grab the vial and unstopper it, applying some of the liquid to my burns. Almost immediately, the burns begin to heal. I turn back to Hercules, considering, holding the vial. Then decided not to use it, not yet. I had a better idea. I addressed the scientists, “So, if Hercules is anything like Thor, all of his godly abilities, his vast strength, his incredible resistance to injury, his ability to rapidly heal, they are all linked to his essence yes? And… with that last pulse, we’ve boiled most of it off?” The scientists huddle over their readouts, and one of them stood up and nodded, “Yes sir. His godly powers will be severely reduced until his body can replenish the essence that was boiled away. He’s extremely vulnerable right now.” I nodded. “Then we will continue tomorrow, let him recover somewhat. My boys deserve a reward.”

01:23 The_Russian_Hammer: I unshackle the dazed and severely injured Hercules from the floor, then chain his ankles together, and chain his wrists together behind his back. I sling his burned and ravaged hard-muscled body over my shoulder, and make my way out of the lab into the barracks set aside for my elite team of commandos who had accompanied me to Athens. I grinned, “He’s all yours boys. There is only one rule: Don’t kill him. I’ll be back for him in the morning.” I turn and leave, the heavy muscled battle-hardened commando team beginning to gather around Hercules like vultures at a feast. I throw back one final piece of advice over my shoulder, “Oh and boys, apparently Herc here has some very sensitive tits…”

01:23 The_Russian_Hammer: I have an idea forming, a plan coming together to break the son of Zeus. And I went to give orders to my engineers… they were going to be busy tonight. I would be sure to review the security footage tomorrow morning to see what my boys had been up to with Hercules.

01:23 Hercules: I was only barely conscious as I was again chained and taken somewhere else. With a thud on the concrete floor and a barely audible groan, I felt the vultures surround me. I don’t know how long I was there, but I remember everything. I remember them taking their belts off and whipping me with them. Even angle of my body beaten with their belt straps, no square inch of my body spared. I remember four of them lifting me in the air, my legs held high vertically, while they took turns fucking me. I remember them leaning down and chewing on my pecs and nips like gnawing, bleating dogs. I remember the savage nut punching, them teasing they could rupture my godly balls if they wanted. And, of course, my swollen, still bloody lips parted and told them they didn’t have the strength to. Again I was brought low by mortal hands as I felt them work tirelessly for hours to rupture first my left great stone and then my right. I howled and cried as the pain made what I had suffered with my back look like a spark next to a bonfire. But they weren’t done…. Not at all...

01:23 Hercules: The whole time they were ruining my balls, my thick shaft was rock hard. I felt myself orgasm and try to cum, but there was not even any cum in my giant orbs to spew as they were ruined. That only added to the disgrace of it all. But still my cock was rock hard…. They strung me up on a hook from the ceiling after that and began two experiments. In my front, they tried different sounding rods in my cock, some electrified, some heated, some cooled frigidly. My cock stayed hard the entire time and only became more achingly hard as I felt the bastards at my backside, opening up my ruined hole wider for one fist and then a second. I could feel them jacking off another soldier inside me then as the cock sounding went to new levels with the zig-zag shaped rod. More and more they wanted to take from me as I howled and cried and persevered in exhausted anguish.

01:23 Hercules: And yet, in all of that anguish, my cock stayed rock hard and desperately needing an orgasm. But with my balls ruined, it felt like orgasm was impossible. I began to ask for more. More in my ass, thicker rods in my cock. None of it brought me close to cumming, though. I was being edged for hours by these horny, vile bastards simply because they had destroyed my balls…. And yet they only relished in edging me more sadistically as the hours crawled by. What came next was the most torturous for me and the most awe-inspiring for my dick.

01:23 Hercules: I felt them recline me on one of the beds with two of the men on either side of me. They took turns yanking my beard to turn me towards them, forcing me to kiss them as they cupped and groped my thick pecs. Even in my current state, they couldn’t find the strength in their mortal grip to dent my godly pecs. But that only encouraged some of the horniest ones more as they came in and began devouring my nips, chewing and nursing like wild beasts on me as my beard kept getting yanked left and right for more demanding kissing or demanding cocks. The men brought out their own nipple toys and tried them on my godly nubs, but I barely felt anything. It only inspired the men to get more creative. Finally, I saw one of them bring out a pair of heavy duty vice grips. It wasn’t long till my nubs were trapped in the tightened steel jaws and a heavy nylon rope was tied to each tightly-clamped on vice grip. And by those ropes, I was hauled up to hang from the ceiling as my ass and cock were played with for their joy and pleasure for hours on end. And the whole while, I was hard as a rod of steel and unable to cum no matter what they did. By the time morning came, their sadistic game had turned to one of aww and almost pity for me, which only spurred my weak anger and grievously wounded pride all the more.

01:23 The_Russian_Hammer: I returned the next morning, opening the door to the barracks, to find a marvelous sight, the proud, mighty Hercules hanging from the ceiling by heavy steel jawed clamps attached to his nips by nylon rope. I burst out laughing as the hard-bodied commandos back off, grinning at my delight. I clap several of them on the shoulder, “Well done gentlemen. You have done me a great service.” I reach up with my hands and grip Hercules, noting that he had healed almost not at all from his session with the probe. “Not feeling quite so mighty this morning, are we Herc?” I lifted him up off the ceiling, pulling loose the nylon rope that lay nestled in the hook. I dropped his burned, violated body on the ground, then took hold of the length of nylon rope attached to those powerful jawed clamps. I turned, and began to drag Hercules behind me, by the rope, his nips stretched out to obscene lengths as his broken body was jolted and hauled unceremoniously across the floor, through the parade grounds, and back into the lab. I haul the burned, maimed granite-hard muscled legendary hero up by the rope, and throw him backwards to slam brutally into a specially constructed chair.

01:23 The_Russian_Hammer: An array of arms and other attachments were stowed neatly into the side of the chair as I stepped forward, and locked a set of manacles in place, for each of his wrists and ankles. Then I bend down low and snap my fingers off to the side with one hand while I grab Hercules by his jaw with my other, my fingers crushing into his mutilated, handsome bearded face. I growl, “Today is the day that the son of Zeus, the mighty Hercules, legendary hero of myth and legend, a proud Avenger … falls. Today you will betray the Avengers. And willingly. You see Hercules, I need to know where they have set up their new base of operations. And you will tell me as proof of your loyalty to the Red Fist, as your rite of initiation into your new life as our slave.” An assistant scurries forward bearing a silver tray with four rings, one is large, the other is much smaller, and the final two are the smallest. Next to the rings, there are two small metallic pins.

01:23 The_Russian_Hammer: I take the largest ring, and snap it open, then as my eyes flash with wicked delight, I snap it around Hercules’ mighty neck. I reach down for a remote, and press a button. From the inner circumference of the ring, a series of small, sharp adamantium needles emerge to drive deep into the thick sinewed, heavily muscled neck of the son of Zeus. I turn a dial, and suddenly, godly lightning plays about the ring, and surges into Hercules, searing deep into his godly body. I speak then, “You see Hercules, Thor’s body gave up the secrets of the godly lightning, but every god is different. When we probed you yesterday, we raped the knowledge of your unique physiology using the Avenger’s stolen probe. With that knowledge, we were able to re-tune the godly lighting so that it has maximum effect on your legendary body… like so….” Then, with another flick of the remote, a wave of pleasure began to wash through the herculean god… lighting up every nerve ending with sheer delight… and then with another flick of the remote, in an instant that pleasure was suddenly replaced with a searing, burning, soul-destroying, god-breaking pain.

01:23 Hercules: I haven’t slept all night, been edged to the point of delirium, and then the fiend comes back…. I am taken from my hanging position only to be hauled down the concrete hauls like a beast….by my nipples, no less!!! I stare at my godly chest, the effects of the night having left it’s mark on my proud chest, but that is the least of my worries as I feel my back being SLAMMED against a sturdy chair. It isn’t long till I’m bound in the chair and more of the spectacle unfolds as the fiend continues his speech. “Today is the day that the son of Zeus, the mighty Hercules, legendary hero of myth and legend, a proud Avenger … falls.” I look away with my partially open eyes, growling as you continue. “You see Hercules, I need to know where they have set up their new base of operations. And you will tell me as proof of your loyalty to the Red Fist, as your rite of initiation into your new life as our slave.” I feel my arms and legs pull on the manacles. “Fuck you,” is all I can muster as my body thrums with pain and agony. But my eyes shoot open wide as I feel the ring go around my neck and the adamantium needles pierce my strong, resilient godly skin.

01:23 Hercules: I pant as I feel the tight ring around my neck and the needles anchor themselves in me. But then the lightning returns, a blueish hue cast about the room as the godly lightning makes it’s attack. My bearded jaw drops fully between my pecs and my eyes bulge to match as the lightning attacks my nerves with maximized agony. My howls are deep, as if from my soul, but there is a defiance in my eyes as that agony rips through me, seeming to fuel me and make my godly muscles pump with a renewed life. Once again, those thick veins pump and bulge across my battered, broken body, but I suddenly seem not so broken as that lightning courses through me. But then that defiant rage changes as the lightning becomes pleasure instead of agony. My head tilts back and to the side as I let out a sound of confusion from the pleasure radiating from that ring on my neck. It almost feels uncomfortable to be pleasured so much. How is that even possible? And that defiant flex in my muscles melts away to spasming jerks, but that second life in my muscles still seems apparent even as the ecstasy courses through my body. But then again the electricity changes, the pleasure switching immediately and incredibly to utter pain. It’s stronger this time, and my face contorts in a way that I know is completely new for me. While I can’t see my face, I know it doesn’t betray the agony now coursing through me. And my cock waves proudly as the agony and the pleasure rip through my body in seemingly opposite patterns. But I finally muster my response to him.

01:23 Hercules: “FUCKINGGGG!!! KKIILLL….YYOOUUUU!!!! HHHAAMMMAAARRRR!!!!!” I spit out wildly.

01:23 The_Russian_Hammer: I grinned at Hercules’ defiance. I let the godly lightning lapse for a moment. Then, I took the second, smaller ring, and snapped it in place around Hercules’ godly cock and balls. I spared a drop or two of the healing elixir onto his brutally ruined orbs. I wanted them restored for my next trick. Then, I switched over to a second control, and suddenly the ring around the base of Hercules’ manhood likewise erupted with small, sharp needles penetrating deep into the base of his scrotum and rod. I grinned, and syncronized the two rings. I adjusted a dial, and suddenly the godly blue-tinted lightning began playing about both rings, sending up questing arcs to meet in the middle of Hercules’ granite-hard body. I carefully adjusted the flow, as the godly lightning again caused Hercules’ to feel a pleasure beyond the dreams of men or gods, and this time his divine orbs were directly stimulated, playing his godly physiology, his sex organs, like a fine instrument, building the hard-muscled legendary god of strength towards an orgasm. Not all at once, but building it up bit by bit… the pleasure pulsing in finely controlled waves, allowing his mind and will to be consumed by the incredible pleasure of the pending release. He was pushed to the very edge of the cliff… then, with one small tweak, I pushed Hercules over the edge, on his way to experience a mind-shattering orgasm…. Only to add in one more tweak… and his entire body was suddenly filled with mind-searing, god-breaking agony, his pending orgasm instantly ruined, and beyond ruined, replacing a journey to heaven with a sojourn in the darkest hell of agony, in an instant. I growl, “You will break Hercules.”

01:23 Hercules: I felt the electricity pause and then the second ring go on, though I was trying to look down over my chest to watch as I became weirdly uncomfortable with this ring. And then I felt two cool drops fall on my swollen scrotum that held my ruined balls. In an instant, I felt the flesh mending itself and restoring my heavy stones. I groaned in relief and then spat in contempt as I felt needles erupt from that ring. My arms and legs jerked and kicked harder as I felt those needles invade my manhood, my hips thrusting as if I could buck off that fucking ring. But then the pleasure returned and my eyes shot open as I threw my back against the chair as my jaw dropped and I gasped deeply. I could feel my orgasm from last night returning, building again, the feeling of that denied orgasm never having left me all night and staying still as I struggled in the chair. My hips thrust again, but this time in a much different fashion. My head rolled as my arms and chest fought to thrust my cock deeper into the phantom orifice that serviced it. And just as I was about to seed that phantom chute, the deepest of agonies invaded my body, through both my manhood and my neck, the two meeting at my solar plexus and causing a ferocious ROAR to belt out of me as the agony again summoned my strength, my muscles flexing thicker and thicker, veins bulging with potential as my wounded face began to heal at a pace that even the fiend could notice. Yes, fill me with this agony-fueled lightning, mortal!! Bring me to RAGE so that I might strip you not just of your manhood, but your very LIFE!!!! “GGRAAAAWWWRRRGGUUUGGGHHHHNNNGGGHHHH!!!!!”

01:23 The_Russian_Hammer: Hercules roars as I play with his orgasm, but I can see the pace of healing on his ruined body begin to accelerate. That could mean only one thing…. Our true prize, his divine essence, was replenishing. Perfect. Time now for our true assault to begin. I let the godly lightning die away, as I pick up the two smallest rings, and using the rope still attached to his clamped nubs, I pull hard, my arms rippling with hard-muscled super soldier might, pulling his nips away from his body, stretching them to their utter limit. With my powerful arm trembling to hold his nips out, my other hand quickly clamps the two smallest rings around each of his nipples. Then, I reach down and quickly grab the two sharp slivers of specially prepared alloy. I put the sharp tip against his stretched out nip just in front of the ring, then PUSH hard, piercing his stretched out nip. I duplicated the feat on his other nip, then, I let go of my hold and removed the clamps, no longer needed. His nips are now obscenely long and stretched out, unable to retract thanks to the two pins piercing his godly nips nestled up against the enclosing rings.

01:23 The_Russian_Hammer: Then, I reach over beside the chair, and swing two metallic reticulated arms in place. Each arm ends in a savage looking triple-pointed claw. I fasten each claw in place over Hercules’ pectorals, then I test them, as the metal prongs sink into the granite-hard flesh. Still, the son of Zeus is starting to heal, and his muscles are resisting our contraption. I snap my fingers, and the team moves a laser into position, sighting the emitter to point directly at Hercules’ legendary chest. This was the same laser that I stole from the Avengers, a beam of such power that not even Hercules’ divine muscle can withstand it’s concentrated fire. It was the same laser that we used on Thor, and now it would be used on Hercules. That chest was too strong… it needed to be softened. I gave the order, and suddenly the heavy beam blasted out and smashed full into Hercules’ mighty chest. Instantly, the god’s granite hard pectorals began to glow as they heated up, the muscles enduring brutal heat.

01:23 The_Russian_Hammer: Now was the time to begin the final assault. I activated the remote, and suddenly godly lighting began playing about all four of the rings, questing arcs reaching forth to meet in the very centre of Hercules’ mighty chest as pleasure once more erupted throughout the gods body. But this time… added to all the other pleasure, was a new source of delight… perhaps a delight and a pleasure that would prove key to finally shattering Hercules… a pleasure that began to throb and pulse within his mighty chest, centered on his nips … a pleasure that promised of the unmatchable delight of releasing his godly essence.

01:23 Hercules: Again I feel the electricity go off as I slump down and pant in agony-fueled rage. But the reprieve is short lived as I feel the field grab the ropes and PULL on my tortured nubs!!! My proud chest ARCHES OUT as I GASP and feel my chest endure the torturous stretching. But then the final two rings find their home at the base of my stretched out nubs, and they LATCH on in a 360 degree bearhug around my nubs. My head angles up to the ceiling as my pupils go to pinpoints and I buck and thrash while spitting nonsense in my gurgled protests. The remaining rings feel the most savage to me, especially as they feel much too small for the girth of my nubs, but that is suddenly compounded as I feel a piercing pain in one nip and then the other. I pant more heatedly, eyes wider and my chest thrust out even more defiantly. All of the agony was only fueling my strength to return, though and my powerful chest ARCHED and BUCKED with the force of a hundred minotaurs. As I saw the reticulated arms arms coming in, my gaze moved from the ceiling to those arms.

01:23 Hercules: I looked at the triple-pointed claw that waited at the end of each arm. I can feel the claws sink in slightly to my skin, denting my chest slightly, but my strength is returning….and the contraption can clearly not do what the fiend had hoped. I spit out a contemptuous laugh as I see that and ARCH and FLEX my chest more proudly. “Mortal!!! I WILL break you slowly…. Rest assured of THAT!!” I say with a wild look in my eyes. I noticed the laser being aimed at my chest then, and I scoffed at their efforts. They knew they were losing, and that only fueled my strength even more. And as I felt the laser kiss my arched out power pecs, my arms trembled and PULLED at the chair I was secured in. Clearly, the chair was not made with adamantium or vibranium as I could feel the metal giving some. I just needed to resist this laser and break free!! Almost there, Hercules!!! DO IT!!!

01:23 Hercules: And then the lightning returned!!! NNOOO!!!! I expected the agony...but it was not…. It was something much worse….. And my eyes again went to pinpoints as I felt pleasure….PURE PLEASURE...fall down on my body like a gift from the gods. I squirmed and I writhed in the chair as the pleasure pleaded with me to relax….to enjoy…. I let out a strangled howl of defiance, but the tone was quite different. It was not the strong howls of defiance from before. I could hear the tone in my own ears, it was one that seemed to plead for more pleasure and for the pleasure to stop all at the same time. My eyes met the fiend’s as my mind and body warred against every contraption that was working against me, heavy rivers of sweat cascading down my heroic muscle as new hair was sprouting across my body as if I hadn’t been nearly killed just hours ago by their damned probe. No, I was nearing my restored state, my strength coming back to full…. And yet…. Would I use my strength to escape?.... If I did…. Victory might be assured…. If I just…. Fought…. But all I could seem to do was hold on to my pitiful resistance against the pleasure as my hard cock waved in the air and slung pre in every direction. “SSstttAAAWWwwwWWWWppppPPPppp….” I spat out with wild eyes flaring at the fiend.

01:23 The_Russian_Hammer: I could feel him starting to weaken now… Hercules howls were losing their rough edge, that hard core of pure defiance. Instead, they were taking on a tone of almost pleading. Time to once more up the ante. I tuned the lightnings so they kept Hercules on the edge of a double orgasm… but not pushing him over. Letting the pleasure and desire to release his seed, to release his divine essence stored in his mighty chest, build and build to newer and greater heights. Then, suddenly, I hit another control on my remote, and unseen, beneath Hercules, built into the seat of the chair, and a metallic rod suddenly surged upwards, spearing Hercules deep in his ass. The rod made contact with his prostate, and suddenly it too began to glow and dance with the godly lightning, unleashing its power directly on Hercules from inside his body. All five streams of lightning met and danced in the center of his mighty chest. The laser had now done it’s work, and those granite-hard muscled pecs of legend had been softened. I ordered the laser off, as the claws moved in, and sunk their talons deep into Hercules’ softened pecs, beginning to drive their mechanical power into that weakened chest. But .. there was a very discernable pattern to the claws… almost as though he were being … milked. I bend down and get right in Hercules' face. I snarl, “Beg me. Beg your lord and master for the privilege of serving the Red Fist by surrendering your essence. That pleasure will be forever denied you, and forever hinted at Hercules, until you surrender.”

01:23 Hercules: “NEEVVVVvvVVVVEeeeRRRRRR!!!!” I bellowed in the most defiant voice I could muster, but there was that tone again. I knew this was the endgame. We were there. But I could hold on. I could hold…. And Thor…. Thor would see me and free me!! YES!!! I just needed to hold…. On…. Hold…. On…. I grimaced more as sweat ran down in deeper rivers still, and as I felt the metallic claws begin their milking grip all while feeling like a savagely-painful-yet-pleasure-drunk pec claw. I writhed and squirmed in the chair until suddenly my ass was anchored in place by a massively thick metal rod shooting up and spearing my unsuspecting ass. And now, my hips stayed in place as my head slammed back, eyes open as wide as saucers as my chest thrust and bucked and fought. I could feel my heart entering that frantic state it had been coerced into yesterday with that savage lightning. Thor would see me and free me. He would…. He was my friend….

01:23 Hercules: And so I looked in your eyes and held on to my defiance with all the strength I could muster, making sure you could see it in my eyes even as my body quivered in ecstasy.

01:23 The_Russian_Hammer: I listened to Hercules’ defiance as he found somewhere within him the will to resist the assault that was hammering at the fortress of his heroism. But it was only a matter of time. I smiled, turned and left as a ring of guards took my place. I would let him stew for a few hours while I attended to business. I performed my duties, encouraged my troops, performed an inspection, and after about six hours, I went and found Thor. He cringed obediently, dropping to his knees as I approached his naked, godly form. I heaved him over my shoulders and returned to Hercules who had now been held on the edge of a double orgasm for over six hours. I dropped Thor at his feet, and said one word, gesturing with my finger at Hercules’ massive erection pointing up like a flagpole. “Drop.” Thor knew instantly what I meant, and climbed up onto the chair with Hercules. He squatted down, his legs and knees squeezing against Hercules’ obliques, and obediently dropped, swallowing Hercules’ godly rod with his eager ass. He looked deep into the writhing, bucking face of the son of Zeus. He said nothing, but the look on his face was full of lust and despair. I spoke up then, “I command you again Hercules, beg me. Beg your master and lord, The Russian Hammer for the privilege of serving the Red Fist by surrendering up your divine essence for our use.”

01:23 Hercules: Torture. Pleasure. So good. Can’t give. Though. Must. Not. THOR!!! THOR!!!! “THOORRRRR!!!!” Howling for my friend!! He comes!! Then… No… NOOO…. NNNOOOOOO!!! My rod taken in his hole!!! Riding!!! NOOOOOO!!! My hips THRUST!!!! NNNOOOO!!!!! Then Thor putting his hands...on….claws….SINKING THEM DEEPER!!!! Deep GGAASSPPPP!!!! And then I nod. I nod. I NOD!!!! Looking into Master’s eyes and I NOD!!!!

01:23 The_Russian_Hammer: I smile at Hercules as he nods frantically. I lean forward, “A nod is not enough Hercules. You will never receive the release you crave until you tell me where the Avengers have set up their new hidden headquarters. Until you betray your comrades, until you turn your back on your friends, until you reveal yourself as the traitor and worthless, failed hero you are … you will never have your release.”

01:23 Hercules: A low whimper and growl mix in my expanded chest, trying desperately to find more courage or strength or anything to resist telling you. I grimace, my heroic resolve being torn down slowly, agonizingly slowly by these tortures…. Thor….. THoooorrrr!!! But….he needs me…. Thorrrr neeedsss meee….. I see the despair…. Yesss…. Thorrr…. They’ll understand…. They’ve been so sad and angry at Thor’s kidnap and desecration…. Yes… They’ll understand….

01:23 Hercules: “Don’t….. Hurrt….them…. Bring….them….here….together…..again…..” I sputter as my eyes teeter on delirium.

01:23 The_Russian_Hammer: My eyes harden. “Oh yes. Tell me where they have set up their new headquarters, and I will bring them here. I will hunt them down one by one like animals, I will break their bodies, as I broke yours, and bring them to you one by one… And you can service them as I shatter their minds and wills just as Thor is doing for you. Oh yes, Hercules, I will bring them together here.”

01:23 Hercules: He’ll get them together here. Family. Yes. Hunt my family. Yes. I nod. I nod. And I speak the coordinates. I look in his eyes with gratitude. He’s reuniting my family. “I love you, Master. Thank you, Master,” I say as my body quivers with the ecstasy pumping throughout me. Tears stream down my face as I look upon the Master. Can’t stop crying. “Master…. Plleeasseee….” I plead with more pathetic tears streaming down my face. The Master will make all as it should be. I prepare myself to be thrust over the cliff as Master wills it.

01:23 The_Russian_Hammer: I lean forward and gently kiss Hercules on the forehead. I walk across the room and whisper the coordinates to my assistant. He goes to check them out as I slowly stride back, circling the once mighty Hercules as he is held on the edge, the release he craves still denied him. Then, the assistant rushes back and whispers in my ear. I nod. Then, I speak. “Well done, my loyal slave. You have ensured the defeat and destruction of the Avengers. You will be rewarded now.” I snap my fingers, and two researchers rush forward and attach two suction tubes to the end of Hercules’ obscenely stretched out nips. The tubes lead to a large vessel to collect the broken god’s divine essence. Then, I look into Hercules’ eyes… I smile, and nod, my expression almost tender. With a small tweak of my remote, all restraints are removed, and a supernova of orgasmic pleasure is unleashed within the very centre of my new slave’s divine chest.

01:23 Hercules: My Master…. He smiled at me…. Even that was almost enough to send me over edge, but I don’t let myself…. No…. My orgasm is now Master’s to control! Yes!!! And he unleashes my orgasm for me, and it POURS FORTH!!! A huge deluge of my love and devotion for Master!!! My cum floods Thor’s ruined, gaping hole, giving my brother the love he needs in his ruined muscle pussy as my chest gives another deluge of my godly divine essence, pouring forth like ambrosia to be collected by my Master. My eyes stay on him as my divine essence is pumped and milked out. I will serve him till the end of days. My strength be his, my will be his. All is now right in the world. Yes. “THANK YOU, MASTTERRRRR!!!!” I cry out as my essence continues pouring forth as I shudder and bearhug my poor, tortured brother. I have you now, Thor. And I’ll breed you every night. You have nothing to fear anymore….

THE END

Published: 2021-05-31, viewed 152 times.