Hades and his Lover (Pt. 4)

Note: I kinda like this. Ending is weak, but I like it.

The Story of Hades and his Lover
Part 4

Years seemed to pass like nothing. The only indication that it was passing at all were the types of people that descended from the middle-world. I had only been returned to the arms of Hades for what seemed a few mere moments before I found myself suddenly whisked away from him again.
This time however, it was not his former wives doing. Hades no longer allowed Persephone within the castle walls and so she was banished to a villa property situated especially for her along the River Styx. As far as I knew, Hades refused to speak to her, but that did not seem to bother him. They had rarely spoken even as a married couple –divorce between them should not have been much different.
This time, I was not cursed to a mortal life either, although looking back on it, I think that would have been better –another insufferable twenty years without my Master. It also makes me wonder what was so wrong with Hades’ security that I was so easily stolen from him not once, but twice. I was kidnapped a second time while gathering pomegranates from the garden outside for our chambers.
A thick burlap material went over my head and the basket of fruits fell to the ground, hitting my feet. Several sets of hands pulled my hands behind me, wrapping a thick rope around them, followed by my feet, pulling me to the ground. The sack was tightened over my eyes as it lifted to expose my mouth, and a glass lip was pressed against my mouth.
“Drink it.” An unfamiliar voice hissed into my ear, little claws seeming to dig into my shoulder, a slithering tongue lapping up my neck as the glass tilted a hot liquid pouring into my mouth, which I drank –not entirely sure of what it was, but positive that worse things would happen to me if I didn’t do as these creatures asked.
“Take him back to the boss.” The voice hissed again, and several more claws wrapped around my arms after the sack had been brought back down over my face and another rope was wrapped around my neck. My feet lifted from the ground, and I made an attempt to shake free, but their claws dug into my skin, and my voice didn’t carry very far before a palm hit the back of my head.
It was not very much longer before I dumped on a cold stone floor, sprawling onto my side.
“Hey! I told you to be careful with him!” This voice I recognized but could not quite place.
“Sorry,” The voice from before jeered. “It couldn’t be helped.”
“Bastards –get out of here.”
“Excuse me, Oh Mightiest One, but there is a little matter of payment?”
“Fuck off –I already did as you asked. Get out of here before I change my mind about letting you all go free.” There was a loud clanking and a sly cackle as the creatures disappeared before I could even place what they were. Rough, but gentle hands undid the ropes around my feet, and my first instinct was to kick out at him –who ever he was.
“Whoa.” The hands were off me now, but an unseen force was holding me down. “Is that any way to treat your savior?”
“Who the hell are you?” I asked, relaxing. His hands untied the bounds at my wrists, and I batted him away as he tried to undo the knot around my neck, untying it myself.
“Oh, Marius…I would have thought you’d know me. We’ve met many times.” The thick blonde hair and chiseled features came into view. Zeus.
My first instinct was to bring myself to my knees and bow, ashamed for having behaved so badly in front of him, “My apologies –I did not realize or I would never have-- …Wait, why did you bring me here? Especially like that!” I looked up, angry.
Zeus laughed, “How else would I have gotten Hades’ pride and joy to Mount Olympus?” His hands touched my shoulders, and he brought his lips to mine. My mouth felt warm, and I could tell that he was working some kind of magic on me. My hands pushed on his chest, but he was of course much stronger then I was. It was like trying to break down a brick wall with your bare fists.
“I do not understand.” I whispered, not liking the way he had kissed me –just another sign to me that Hades was the only man I would ever want. “What is the meaning of all of this?”
“I’ll admit,” Zeus stood, moving away to pour some wine into a golden goblet. “I was a little surprised that my older brother would take a male lover –and that he hid it from all of us for so long! It really just shows how sly the old boy really is.” He turned back to me, pushing the goblet into my hands. “Oh, and don’t worry about going incorporeal here. That kiss I just gave you made a little more…flesh-and-blood then my brother could have managed.”
“So, you know about Hades and I. What does that have to do with anything?”
Zeus knelt in front of me again, “Do you know where you are, Marius?”
“No.”
“You’re in a very, very private set of chambers; my chambers, actually. I trust you are not so daft that you do not realize what that means?”
“You want to have sex with me.” I looked up at him, and he grinned.
“You have always been so smart, Marius. I noticed you the very first time that Hades brought you here.” His fingers pulled through my hair. “Do you want to know what I like most about you, Marius?”
“No, but you will tell me anyway.” I still had not drunk from the goblet he had handed me.
He laughed softly, the tips of his fingers trailing down my face, “I like how much you look like me. Hades probably saw that when he picked you, you know.” He nuzzled his face against my throat. “I guess you could say that I’m jealous of you.”
“Excuse me?”
He looked up again, “My brother only came to me one time, when he was frustrated with you. I didn’t know that it was you, of course…but he was frustrated with his lover. I assumed it was Persephone.” His lips touched mine again. “You taste of pomegranate.”
“Well, it is our main food staple in the Underworld.” I was not trying to be sarcastic, but it still came out in that kind of tone, and Zeus laughed again.
“Are you going to drink that wine? It’s not poisoned you know –besides, you’re already dead. …Go on, drink up.” He tapped the bottom of the goblet until I tasted it. “Is it to your liking?”
“It is very good,” I nodded. “But I do not usually drink grape-wines.”
Zeus nodded, taking the goblet away, “So, Marius…what say you?”
“About what, my lord?”
He leaned close to me, his breath warm against my ear, “Having sex with me, of course.” His arm wrapped around my waist, pressing a palm against my back. “Hmm, you’re so cold...it would warm you up.”
“If I say no, what would you do?” I asked, looking up at him. I did not exactly appreciate being kidnapped, manhandled, and then having to act as though I was having a jolly-old time. The answer to his question was no. I did not want to have sex with him. His kisses so far made my stomach churn –and not in a good way. His breath smelled and tasted of ambrosia. His muscles were broad and rippling, so much unlike my thin and lean Master. He seemed heavy, never shifting his strength. He knew what he wanted, and was more then happy to just do what he wanted before discarding of whatever it was. He may have made a pseudo-heart beat within my chest, but that did not make me appreciate him.
Zeus took his time answering me, brushing hair from my forehead, before shrugging, “Honestly?”
“Yes, honestly. I think I deserve that much seeing as how you not only ordered bizarre creatures to trespass Hades’ kingdom to kidnap me, but are now holding me here against my will… I want to hear it from your mouth that you are going to rape me.” I nodded at his shocked expression. “Do you really think I’m that stupid? Of course I know what you’re going to do to me –but I want to hear it.”
His smile was soft and ironic, “Okay, Marius. That’s exactly what I plan on doing to you.” He shifted on top of me, pushing me back into the cold stone floor. “If you say no, I’m going to rape you –as many times as it takes until you’re begging me to stop. I’m sure you have a very pretty begging voice.”
“I do not do masochism, Zeus. How long do you think it will be until Hades finds me again?”
“Are you kidding me? I’m counting on him finding you here. I want to see that hurt look on his face as he pulls you, broken and bloody, from me and holds you.”
“You are sick.”
“Oh, Marius…Are you going to not be any fun at all?” His hands tore the fabric from my chest, pulling it away and letting it fall in two pieces from his fingers on either side of us. “Am I going to have to call in further reinforcements?”
“I don’t care what you do to me,” I shook my head.
“Why are you angry?” Zeus murmured, kissed me softly. “I just wanted to make you scream a little… Don’t tell me you never tire of being with the same man every night for all these millennia?”
“No, I have never tired of him.”
“Well, aren’t you the perfect fucking couple?” It was not a second and I found my cheek pushed into the stone floor, my knees tucked under my chest. My trousers were ripped from my body, and an involuntary scream erupting from my throat as he pushed inside of me. No warning and no preparation at all; it just this huge mass filling me, seeming to rip me open. I was certain I was bleeding –just as he had wanted.
His voice was cool in my ear again, not at all gentle in his manner as his fingers gripped my hips, “That’s right, cry out. Scream like a little girl.” His member slid in and out of me now, lubricated by blood. I bit my lip, not able to stop the high-pitched moans, but able to stop most of the cries from passing my lips. Giving into him would be playing his game, and playing his game would not keep him interested –if he wasn’t interested he would probably just discard of me and I’m not sure what that meant doing in Olympus.
His hands reached between my thighs, stroking a hand along my member, which was hardening, much to my own dismay. His warm hands slid up and down, his thumb stroking the tip, sliding under the foreskin and touching the smooth head, and I moaned. I could not help myself –hands are hands, and as much as I hated to enjoy this brute’s skin on mine, his own phallus still rocketing in and out of my hole, it was like I had to find something else to focus on, and it might as well have been my own pleasure.
“Hmm, so you do like it; naughty boy.” Zeus’s lips pressed against my back, and he grunted, bringing one of my hands to my member. “Go on…stroke yourself.” He pulled my knees apart slightly before his hands went back to my hips, pounding harder now.
He had just finished, unloading what felt like a pint of his seed into my rectum, still softly pushing in and out, still hard but softening inside of me. My own seed had splattered across the flagstone, but my hand still slid along my appendage. I was not sure if I would be reprimanded or not. Finally, he slid out for the last time, come oozing out after him, mixing with the blood to slide down my thighs. I choked in the back of my throat, as he rolled over onto the floor, watching the fluids pool onto the floor at my knees. I started to sit up, but Zeus reached out a hand.
“You don’t want to do that just yet.” He leaned on his elbow. “Besides, I’m not done with you yet. Just because I’m not hard, doesn’t mean I don’t want to continue playing with you.”
“Why? You had your fun –let me go.” I watched him pull himself up from the floor, noticing for the first time that somewhere along the line he had pulled off his own clothes as well.
Zeus laughed, “Silly boy. I don’t kidnap someone just to have sex with them once –besides, now that you’re loose and open, I want to keep you that way.” He lifted my chin to press a rough, unsavory kiss to my lips.

A few hours later –a short time span, felt like years had actually passed. Zeus had tied me bent over a curved chest. The ropes ate into my wrists and ankles, tied to the floor. A fabric gag filled my mouth, although I doubted that anyone would hear me cry out while he was gone anyway, and a set of heavy metal rings were placed uncomfortably around my scrotum and erect phallus, pinched awkwardly against the wooden chest. He had left me this way, donning his clothing again to attend to some “business”, promising to be back soon with a hard spank across my ass.
“Ah, you’re still here.” I rolled my eyes at him as he reentered the room –as if I had a choice in the matter. “I see you haven’t been devising plans to escape yet. He ran his hands over my backside. “You’ve also healed quite quickly as well –that’s good. I won’t be so rough with you again.” He pressed his lips to my cheek, removing the gag from my mouth.
“Well, thanks for all of your consideration.” I spat.
“Hmm…If you’re just going to talk mean to me, maybe I should put in the ball-gag?” His fingers traced under my chin, tilting my face backwards to look at him. “Or perhaps, I should just get off to your disagreement, and blindfold you instead? I’ve always been kind of a sucker for a boy who can’t see what’s happening to him.”
“I can not see you anyway.” I wrenched my face out of his hands. “Just do whatever it is that you plan on doing to me.”
“Would it make you feel better if you knew that your lover is at this very moment pounding his way into my castle? It seems he is unusually upset with me –I mean, I’ve only kidnapped you for a few hours. He acts as though we are children and you are his favorite toy. I haven’t broken you; not yet anyway.”
“Pig.”
“Aw, don’t be like that.” Zeus coaxed, pressing a finger to my lips. “Here, wet this for me.” I resisted the temptation to bite him as my lips parted, my tongue swirling around his finger. His hands tasted bitter, like acetone, and tried not to think about it as he pulled his hand away, rubbing the dampened finger along the crevice of my backside. He continued to talk as he probed it inside of me, much gentler this time then he had been before, when he had been testing to see how far my limits went.
“How long do you think it will be until my dear brother finally breaks through my barriers and catches us here?”
“Catches us?” I exclaimed, scoffing. “Catches you, you mean; I am tied to the floor, and am in no way a willing party. As for your question, it would depend on how much you have pissed him off.”
“You know, you used to be such a quiet boy…” Zeus’s finger pushed a little more roughly inside. “Maybe I should just gag you again?”
I turned quiet, resting my forehead against the chest, not surprised when Zeus replaced his fingers with his member, this time lubricated by something I could not see –but luckily, he was not looking to rip me open again. No, this time he wanted a smooth ride, one good fuck before my lover broke up his party; and it did not seem like there was anything I could do about it.
“Play along, Marius.” He used his ‘enticing’ voice, pressing his lips against my back, his hips colliding with my ass every few seconds. “Make some noise. It’s no fun if you aren’t getting anything at all out of this.”
“How am I supposed to get anything out of this when you have got my dick and balls clamped?” I snapped at him.
“Ooh, is that American wit I detect? I’d heard that Persephone had you reincarnated, but who knew that any of it would stick with you into your second afterlife.” Zeus taunted, his hands gripping the edges of the trunk, under my arms, shifting everything noisily back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. I grunted, my member rubbing against the (luckily) smooth wooden surface, making me even harder, the rings becoming further restrictive.
“That’s right…a little bit louder now.” He coaxed with his mouth next to my ear.
“Fuck,” I groaned, pressing my lips against the trunk and biting my tongue. He was just beginning to orgasm, warm come seeping into my insides when the chamber door was thrown open.
“You bastard!” I recognized Hades voice and I groaned –hoping that he could have waited a few more minutes. I had not wanted him to see this. I felt him pull Zeus off, and heard a loud crack as he slapped him.
“Ow! That actually hurt!” There was another slight crick, and I was certain that Hade’s slap had turned his neck in a way that would have killed anyone else. I also felt a wave of remorse that I hadn’t been able to see it. “What in the name of Olympus has gotten into you?”
“Excuse me? Are you actually asking me that question? Untie him, right now!” Hades ordered. I felt Zeus’s hands at my feet, casting aside the ropes, and Hades knelt down in front of me, lifting my face.
“Oh Marius…” He kissed me softly. “Are you hurt?”
I murmured softly, “It is more humiliating then painful, Master.”
“Don’t worry,” He kissed me again, licking my lips. “I’ll fix this.”
“Fix what?” Zeus scoffed, folding his arms over his chest, watching Hades lift me up, sitting me on the chest in front of him, and inspecting me.
“Get this off of him.” He tugged on the rings, finding that they would not crumble at his touch. “What is this; you really are a sick bastard, you know that?”
Zeus sighed, “Are you sure I can touch him? You might want to back up –he’s been hard for a pretty long time, he’s probably just going to erupt.”
Hades stood up, crossing his arms and looking harshly at his younger brother, “Get them off.”
“Okay!” Zeus moved behind me, reaching around my waist to press the sides of the top ring, and I could not hold back the groan, pre-come seeping from the tip. He took an extra moment to look up at Hades, “You sure you want this to come off? I mean, you’ve got to admit…he looks really fuck-able like this.” Hade’s glare prompted him to quickly release the second ring, groaning inwardly as more come trickled down my appendage.
“Now get out,” Hades pointed to the door.
“Excuse me? This is my house!” Zeus argued.
“I don’t care –get the hell out of this room before I crack open your skull. Who knows, maybe we’ll find another daughter inside?” Hades scoffed, at Zeus’s sexual exploits.
“Fine, I’ll go.” Zeus picked up his clothes from the floor, “But I don’t appreciate being ordered from my own bedroom, like I was a child or something, Brother.”
“Maybe you should have thought about that before kidnapping and raping my lover, Brother.” Hades watched Zeus leave, wincing as he slammed the large doors closed behind him. He waited for a moment to make sure that he was really gone before kneeling in front of me again.
“Are you okay?” He asked, brushing his fingers over my forehead. “You’re all sweaty and dirty…” He looked down between my thighs. “Is that blood?”
“Probably,” I shrugged.
He traced a finger around the tip of my member, “Does it hurt?”
I groaned, “Do not do that…please, Master?”
“You’re hard, aren’t you? Did you like it?” He looked up, his finger still tracing soft circles, teasing me. “You can tell me if he was better then I am.”
“No!” I shook my head, vehemently. “I did not like it, Master! How could you even thing that I would like something like that! I can not help that I got...excited, but I did not want to!”
“I know,” He whispered, kissing me. “I am just teasing you.”
“Do not tease me about such things,” I sighed. “What took you so long to get here?”
“Well…It took me a bit before I even realized you were gone. We really do need more help at the palace…Then I can keep you under my scrutinizing eye every moment.” He lapped his tongue along the underside of my appendage and I groaned, pushing on his shoulders. He looked up, his tongue still on me. “Why do you not want me to do this, Marius?”
“Because…because it is dirty. It is like…like a left over. I do not want you picking at Zeus’s scraps.”
“Nonsense,” He shook his head. “You are my main course –just because Zeus tried to steal you, doesn’t mean that I don’t want the desert any less.”
“…This is silly.” I shook my head. “Let us just go home.”
“You’re still hard,” He coaxed, kissing me. “Would you feel better if I were too?”
“No,” I shook my head. “That is not what this is about, Master.”
“Are you angry with me for not noticing you were gone sooner?”
“No.”
“Marius, you know that I hate that this happened just as much as you do. I was your only one for thousands of years, and all of a suddenly my younger brother has violated you. You have no idea how badly I feel for you… I know that he didn’t take care of you. Not the way I do at any rate; so please…let me? You’re already so close anyway…”
I took a moment before nodding, “Okay…okay, fine.”
He smiled, licking his tongue up my shaft again before engulfing his mouth over it. His lips were soft, and his tongue coaxed the underside softly. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me deeper into his mouth.
“Shit, Marius…” He wiped his mouth a moment later, his fingertips rubbing circles against my stomach, as I leaned backwards over the trunk. “I think that rivals something you’d get out of me.” He grinned, pulling me forward, cradling me in his arms as he pressed another kiss to his lips. “Should we go home now?”
I nodded against his chest.
“Where are your clothes?”
“I do not know. Torn up in a corner somewhere, I think.” I lifted my head to stare into his eyes. He stared back, looking angry –but not at me. He sighed, standing up, removing his cloak, and wrapping it around my shoulders.
“Come on, lets get out of here.” He lifted me up, wrapping an arm around my waist, holding me close as he lead me out of Zeus’s chambers and off of Mount Olympus.


It was a few days later and Hades still refused to let me leave bed.
“Master,” I sighed, nuzzling against his collar. “When are you going to let me leave this bed?”
“Never,” He retorted, stroking his fingers through my hair. “You’re going to stay right here where I can see you every waking moment –and feel you next to me every moment we’re asleep.”
I sighed, “Master...this is implausible. I am not dumb –do you really think I could get kidnapped or something again?” He looked at me with a raised eyebrow. “Master!”
He sighed heavily, turning on his shoulder, “You want to leave this room?”
“Yes, I am growing bored.” I kissed him softly. “I miss doing my normal work.”
He scoffed, “This is your normal work now…looking pretty for me, and succumbing to any kind of pleasure I may want to devise from you.”
I narrowed my eyes at him playfully, “Master, I know that isn’t what you really want… You want to see me hard at work, perhaps some light laundry where you can take the warm sheets from my hands and wrap them around us.” I raised an eyebrow suggestively at him.
“I can do that now.” He replied, brushing hair from my forehead. “Are you sure that you’re alright?”
I nodded, “Of course I am –besides this fake-heart beat in my chest driving me a little crazy…” Hades smiled, and I rolled my eyes.
“I like it…it’s the one nice thing my brother has ever done.” Hades kissed my lips, then under my chin. “It lets me pretend for awhile that we’re, you know…normal.”
“You don’t have a heart-beat.” I reminded him.
He nodded, “You’re right, I don’t…but that doesn’t matter. I can still listen to yours now.” He pushed me back into the pillows, laying his ear against my chest.
I looked down at him, sighing again, “Master, this doesn’t make me not want to leave this room any less… Please, can’t we at least go somewhere else in the castle?”
He sighed, looking up at me, “Prove to me that you are again the picture of health.”
“What do you want?” I raised an eyebrow. “You want me to make love to you? And here I thought I was tainted, and you wouldn’t want to touch me anymore.”
He scoffed, “I would never feel that way! –But no, that’s not what I want.”
“What then?”
“Stand up…take off your clothes.” He pushed me towards the edge of the bed. I sighed, complying with him, tossing my shirt first onto the foot of the bed, followed by the short trousers I wore. I spread my arms, shrugging.
“See, I’m fine.”
“You have bruises on your hips.” He pointed out.
“But they don’t hurt.” I sighed.
“Turn around.” He spun a finger in the air, motioning for his command. I sighed, turning around, and crossing my arms over my chest. “Bend over.”
“Master!” I whipped my head around, and he laughed.
“Do it…go on.” He slid across the bed, sitting on the edge of it, putting his hands on my thighs.
I took a moment before complying, touching my hands against my shins.
He groaned, lapping his tongue at my opening, “Gorgeous.”
“Does this mean I can leave the room?” I asked.
“Not yet.” He stroked his fingers along my member, before turning me back towards him. “I think we’ve got a bit of business to do first –then we’ll see about leaving the room.”
“Master…” I sighed.
“Shh,” He shook his head, pressing a finger to my lips, wrapping his arm a little more tightly around my waist. “Don’t argue…you want this too, I can tell.” He pressed his mouth to my stomach. “That’s what I like about you, you can never hide how you feel from me.” He put his mouth over my member and I groaned, raking my fingers over his hair.
“Master,” I pushed him back onto the bed, kneeling over top of him. “You are being insufferable.”
He hummed, kissing my lips, his fingers clasping behind my neck, “I like it when you take the initiative. –I like that little growling sound you make when you’re frustrated too.” He smiled.
“Frustrated does not even begin to cover it.” I sighed.
“Are you going to do it then?” Hades taunted, reaching between our bodies and starting to unbutton his shirt. “You were just saying not to long ago how it had been such a long time since you got to do the penetrating.”
“Just because I’m on top of you doesn’t mean I have any plans to do that…You do need to take your pants off though.”
He nodded, lifting his hips to slid them down, kicking them to the floor, “Better?”
“Much,” I agreed, kissing him again.
“So,” He folded his hands behind his head, watching me descend over his phallus. “What’s your plan?”
“Ummm...” I looked up at him. “Well, first I’m going to make you hard, because it is really not any fun at all if you are not.”
“And you seem to be taking on that task pretty well,” He raised an eyebrow at him, and I looked away from him, concentrating more on my task until his fingers dug into my shoulders, a silent signal that I should pull away before he erupted. He pulled me back to his mouth to kiss me before brushing his fingers down my torso. “Okay…that’s done –and quite spectacularly. You’re very talented, Marius.”
“I was taught by the best,” I teased him. “And I have had a lot of practice.”
“Tease,” He scoffed. I shrugged, wrapping a hand around both of our members, and he groaned with a slight nod. “Oh, I see… your frottage-fetish.”
“It is not a fetish!” I denied.
“I’m not complaining,” He grinned, pulling my hands away to clasp them next to us. “Now, why don’t you just keep going?”
“I will, if you would be quiet for a few minutes.” I coaxed, kissing him, stroking our members together. His hands tightened on my hips as his tongue entered my mouth, and I groaned, wincing.
“Ah! You do still hurt!” He reprimanded.
“It is not so bad,” I kissed him. “Or it was not so bad anyway –not until you grabbed me.”
“I didn’t grab you any harder then I might normally.” He chided before kissing me again. “I’m sorry…please, continue that thing you were doing with your hips. It felt good.”
“I would hope so,” I chided back before continuing, our appendages throbbing against each other, pressed between our bodies. I grunted after a few moments, my first stream of come splattering between our chests. Hades wasn’t far behind, and it wasn’t to long before both of us were covered.
“Hmm…you see, this is why I prefer anal myself…less of a mess.” Hades lapped at my chest. “More fun to clean up, though.”
“And is clean up not the most fun?” I raised an eyebrow.
“Sometimes,” Hades agreed, leaning up on an elbow, looking over at me. “So…you’re sure that you’re fine? You’re not just trying to hide your feelings from me?”
“I am fine –and happy to be back with you.” I kissed him, taking my time to lap my tongue down his torso afterwards.
“Promise me you’ll never leave me.” He wrapped his arms around my waist, pressing his forehead against my chest.
“I promise…not at my own free will.”
“Good,” He sighed, and laid his head against my chest to listen to my heartbeat.