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"The lips of the hero, Hercules, now worship my manhood," Slave King sighed in near disbelief, running his hands through his long, auburn hair.  The demigod's hot, wet mouth sucked clumsily at his salty penis.  It was clear that Hercules had little experience in the submissive act of cocksucking.  "Ungh, fuck yes...  Your skill is lacking -- as expected from a dominant male.  But no matter.  I will train you in the art of sucking men."

"Mmmn," Hercules moaned, taking more of his master's cock into his mouth.  The fat head of the shaft poked against the back of his throat, but his arousal helped to keep him from gagging.

"Man, this is so hot," Demas said, sitting next to his brother on the stone steps.  "Remember all those stories Father told us about Hercules?  If only the old man was here see his hero now."

"It was worth letting him fuck me," Aetos laughed.  "I'm gonna make him see how it feels," he continued, giving his hard cock a few strokes.  "After Slave King's done with it, his ass is mine!"

"That's enough," Slave King grunted, pulling his slickened cock from Hercules' puffy lips.  He slapped the muscle alpha's face with it repeatedly.  "ON YOUR FEET!" he growled, grabbing Hercules by the hair and forcing him up again.

The halfgod swayed wearily on his own two feet.  He wanted desperately to rest, but the overwhelming desire to please his master and to finally cum kept him awake and alert.  Aetos and Demas chuckled cruelly at the sight of the fallen hero.  Hercules heard their snickers, but could only stand there quietly and take it.

Slave King moved behind the defeated stud and pressed his cock against Hercules' butt.  His hips gyrated as he dry humped his new slave, holding firmly onto his beefy hips.  Hercules groaned softly at the humiliation.

"Now I take from you the last shred of your dignity!" Slave King declared, pushing the head of his cock past Hercules' tight anal ring!

The halfgod grit his teeth and thrust his massive chest out.  The slaver's cock felt even bigger there than it had in his mouth!  Pain shot like Zeus' thunderbolts up his back and across his entire body.

The sensations within Hercules' body felt indescribable to the tyrant.  The heat that consumed his sword of flesh beckoned him to hilt himself within the sheath of the greatest conquest ever.

"Auuugh, yes...  It is always a pleasure to tear open the untouched holes of proud men, Hercules.  I live to destroy heroes like yourself," Slave King hissed into the demigod's ear.  The victorious stud's heavy manhood drilled deeper and deeper with short, deliberate thrusts.

Hercules could only moan and mewl like a wounded bull as he was driven to the heights of ecstasy.  Never before had he felt such incredible pleasures within his body.  As a man who enjoyed a life of dominance and unrivaled strength, none had ever dared to touch his most sacred of places.  A part of him felt almost happy to have finally discovered the pleasures of allowing another man inside him.

"I feel you sucking on me so greedily, son of Zeus.  Clearly the king of the gods created you with this destiny in mind!"

"Destiny...?  F-Father...?  Uwaaagh..." Hercules moaned in a drunken heat.

"Why else has he not saved you?" Slave King grunted, screwing the godling's butt harder.  "It was because you were meant to SURRENDER -- TO -- ME!!"

Hercules screamed in shock as the muscle slaver grabbed hold of his big pecs and began pounding his hole with incredible strength!  Slave King's mighty cock unmercifully plowed him like a man possessed.  The tyrant wanted to prove without a doubt that he was the master of this walking slab of muscle and masculinity.  He wanted to prove that his power and authority over the once-mighty Hercules was total and complete.  It was time for the people to worship Slave King instead!

The halfgod's throbbing cock drizzled strands of clear precum all over the ground below.  The young bucks watched with great pleasure as the proud, masculine spirit of Hercules was worn away by their master.  Every thread of precum that he shed was further evidence of his submission.

"Come and give this bitch a sucking he'll never forget, my sons!" Slave King commanded of Aetos and Demas.  The two scrambled over to kneel before Hercules' wildly-bucking body.  Aetos grabbed hold of his wagging cock and heavy pair of balls, keeping them still enough for him to begin.

"Come on, brother!" Demas laughed as Aetos struggled to wrap his lips around Hercules' fat cockhead.  "Surely you can tame the sword of this big beast."

"It was never this big last night!" Aetos gasped as he came up for air.  "He must truly enjoy having Slave King inside him!"

"TAKE MY SEED!" Slave King suddenly growled, thrusting his cock deep into Hercules' hole just in time to unload his manly essence.  "I AM VICTORIOUS!!" he shouted to the sky as his manhood spurt 11 healthy ropes of seed into the body of Hercules.

Just as suddenly, Hercules' manhood bounced in Aetos' mouth and erupted his own semen down the younger man's throat!  Aetos struggled to gulp down the protein-rich semen of the halfgod.

Slave King pulled his cock from Hercules and wiped it clean of cum along his ample cheeks.  Aetos quickly took his master's place and thrust his own cock deep into Hercules!  He held onto the godling's beefy hips as he fucked away at his cum-filled tunnels.

"Auuugh, yeah...  How's that feel, Hercules?" he asked with a deep grunt.  His hips slapped lewdly against his bitch's butt as he fucked him faster.  "Feel good to be taken by a real man?  Answer me!"

"Yes, Master!!" Hercules moaned, pushing back to meet Aetos' advances.  "Please fuck me... please... more...!!"

Slave King stood nearby and watched as his two disciples ravaged the utterly-dominated body of the fallen hero.  He savored every moment of Hercules' quivers and cries and knew that neither he nor Hercules would ever forget this day.

The chains that kept Hercules physically bound to the columns rattled wildly as he was fucked again and again by his new masters.  Their cocks pistoned and pulsated deep within his body and filled him with a heat he'd never known before.  Hercules finally understood how it felt to be taken by another man, and, as he received his fourth helping of cum from Slave King, he knew that he could never go back to the way he once was.


And so, the heroics of the incredible Hercules ended with his surrender to the dreaded Slave King.  Hercules' final battle for freedom was lost against a foe whose sinister talents for enslavement far outshined his ability to resist.  It was a tale that would be told and retold from generation to generation for decades to come.

With Hercules as his muscle servant, the tyrant found himself able to achieve conquests at a much greater speed.  Whole villages fell under his influence, and men who aspired to destroy heroes just as the legendary Tamer of Hercules had were emboldened to become a slave king of their very own.

The End

Hercules Bound: Panel 3 of 4

Hercules' struggles to contain his lustful urges finally came to an end.  He no longer cared what Slave King or the two bucks under him thought.  He was still half man, and men had needs, after all.  After resisting for hours, nobody would lay blame on him for finally succumbing to the heat of his loins!

But just as he was about to orgasm, Demas grasped Hercules' balls by the base and constricted them, preventing him from cumming!  The hero groaned and whined as he stamped his foot on the ground for satisfaction.  Once his urges had finally subsided, Demas let go, and he and his brother went back to work, once again bringing the big man closer to the edge of bliss...

Slave King stepped back and allowed his young disciples to continue with the breaking of their legendary captive.  At first, Hercules felt relieved by the reprieve of blows to his body, but moments later, he began to feel a strange yearning for Slave King's rough touch!  Despite Aetos' tongue licking up and down his throbbing member, he felt little desire to cum!

The loud sounds of sucking and slurping were all the four men could hear as Hercules struggled to lift his head and look for the muscle slaver whose fists gave him such pleasure.  Slave King was standing a few steps away with his arms folded across his chest.

"Yes?" he asked, a nasty smile on his ruggedly-handsome face.

"Why... why did you stop...?" Hercules asked wearily.  "Why aren't you... still going?"

"Why am I not crushing you anymore?" Slave King laughed.  "Has the mighty Hercules finally realized that he needs his master?  If not, then cum!  Cum and prove that your pride still lives!"

But the hours of punishment inflicted by the evil slavers had driven Hercules beyond the point of no return; he could no longer cum without the cruel hands of Slave King upon him.  He grunted with frustration and moaned as the tongues and lips of Aetos and Demas continued to torture his quivering cock and hole.

"Please... let me cum..." he gasped hotly, looking with defeated eyes at the man who had finally bested him.  "Please let me cum..."

"Await me on the steps," Slave King commanded of his disciples.  Aetos and his brother stepped back and watched their master finish his work.

Slave King approached Hercules and pressed his slave's big, sweat-laced pecs against his own.  He grabbed hold of the demigod's ebony locks and pulled his head back to face him.  Hercules looked into Slave King's hard eyes and became intoxicated by their power.  The sun glowed from around the muscle stud's auburn hair, giving him a godly look.  But Slave King was nothing like an Olympian.

"ON YOUR KNEES!!" he bellowed at Hercules, who then dropped without question.  An evil smirk flashed across Slave King's mouth.  His cock throbbed hotly before Hercules' face, a clear symbol of his virility and masculinity.  The scent of this man's groin aroused Hercules like nothing had ever before.

"Do you know what surrender to me means, son of Zeus?  It means that you will be mine until the day I tire of you.  Your body, your mind, and your spirit will belong to me and only to me.  You will do as I say without question.  And my will shall become your own.  Do you understand me, slave?"

"Yes, Master..." Hercules spoke quietly, eyes fixated on Slave King's erection.

"Then suck me, slave, and welcome your new life under the might of the man who has finally defeated Hercules!"

Hercules opened his mouth and willingly allowed his new master to enter him.  With that act, he sealed his fate as the newest and most prized member of Slave King's harem...

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Slave King, unafraid of the power that Hercules is said to possess, casually strutted up to the bound demigod and began the task of appraising the catch.  He quickly realized that this man's body is even more exquisite than he remembered it being.  Slave King's strong, manly hands moved slowly across Hercules' struggling chest, arms, and legs.  He knelt down and grabbed hold of Hercules' flaccid manhood.  The uncircumcised penis was quite hefty in his hand, and the balls that hung low were heavy with seed.

"No..." Hercules moaned, pulling at his chains for freedom.  He spotted Aetos standing mere steps away.  He growled angrily at the golden-haired youth for his trickery.  But Aetos merely licked his lips and smirked back at the godling.

Slave King determined Hercules' big, meaty butt to be flawless.  He squeezed both cheeks in his rough hands and pulled them apart, exposing the hero's hole to the air.  It was clear to the slaver that it had never been filled with a man's cock.  Slave King grunted with satisfaction and gave the cheeks a slap, knowing he would soon change that.

The indelicate touches of the tyrant made Hercules shudder in disgust.  And yet, the way this alpha male handled his defenseless body caused him to feel an undeniable heat within his loins.  He struggled desperately to keep his cock down, lest he be seen as weak to this brute's whims.

"Such powerful muscle," the auburn-haired slaver grunted lustfully as he stood once more.  His cruel fingers gently twisted Hercules' big nipples.  "You truly are the son of Zeus.  Won't you simply surrender to me now and join my harem willingly?  I promise to keep you well.  But your holes..." he whispered lewdly, moving in to kiss the demigod's neck, "they will make sublime sheaths for my man sword."

"Release me, Slave King!" Hercules growled.  He lunged hatefully at the long-haired muscleman, but his unbudging chains held him back.  "I will make you pay for your crimes and free the men you've enslaved!"

Slave King seized Hercules' bearded face by the jaw and squeezed it in his mighty grasp.  The evil stud's strength caught the hero by surprise and subdued his struggles in an instant.  "Not even you, a god among mere men, is without a breaking point.  I will tear you down, piece by piece, and remake you as my finest slave yet.  And when I have finished bringing you to the point of no return, you will beg to serve me well."


Over the next five hours, Slave King and his two disciples subjected Hercules to a rigorous routine designed to break even the most proud and stubborn of men.  The tyrant took great pleasure in working over the halfgod's perfect abdominals.  He sent his balled fists into those twin slabs of muscle again and again.  Hercules' suppressed grunts of pain were like a symphony to the slaver's ears.

As Slave King worked out his aggressions physically on Hercules, Aetos and Demas were tasked to break him sexually.  As Hercules wouldn't allow him near his butt the night before, Aetos enjoyed burying his mouth between the godling's ample cheeks and lapping hungrily at the hot, virgin hole nestled between.  Demas sat in the front and gave Hercules' heavy, sweaty balls a hearty cleaning with his tongue and lips.

Even with Slave King pounding his massive pecs into rubble, Hercules couldn't help but moan with arousal, and his cock finally grew to its full erection!

The hero could feel his will to resist leaving him!  His struggles to break his bonds lessened with every passing minute of the unyielding routine.  The pains in his chest and abdomen mixed with the sexual worship he received, confusing him immensely.  The blows from Slave King's mighty fists soon became just as pleasurable as the sucking and slurping he received from the two bucks on the ground.

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"There he is, Slave King!" Aetos spoke, gesturing toward the bound halfgod, Hercules.  The mighty son of Zeus and hero of men struggled in his bonds, still half-sedated.

"By Apollo..." Demas, Aetos' brother gasped at the sight.  "I cannot believe you have captured Hercules, Aetos!  But it is he in the flesh!"

Aetos thrust his chest out with pride for his accomplishment.  It was far easier than he'd anticipated to bind the man god.  As Hercules strutted through the village, he allowed his many worshipers to look upon his body, laced with sweat from his latest feat of heroism.  But it was the golden-haired youth named Aetos that would claim the prize of his undivided attention.

Hercules made love to the athletic buck under his uncle's apple tree that night.  Hercules rapidly thrust his erection deep into Aetos' hungry hole as the stars cast their light upon them.  Aetos' moans of ecstasy were frequently cut off by the bearded demigod's masculine kisses.  The stud's lips were as sweet as milk and his tongue as strong as an ox.  It wrestled Aetos' own into submission.

Before the break of dawn the next morning, Aetos sneaked off to fetch a special chalice of wine for his new lover.  Unknown to Hercules, the man he had spent the night with was under the employment of the dreaded Slave King, a ruthless muscle tyrant known to have been the enslaver of dozens of men.  Hercules had never managed to find the slaver and bring him to justice.

"Thank you, Aetos," Hercules mumbled as he chugged the large glass of wine past his parched lips.  Aetos watched as Hercules downed the tasteless drugs he'd spiked the drink with.

The halfgod then stood and stretched his nude body with a low grunt.  Suddenly, the world around him began to spin!  And before he could move his tongue to ask what was happening, he dropped to his knees fast asleep!

"How ever did you manage to bring such a fine bull all the way here?" Slave King asked his faithful disciple.  The tyrant's heavy cock stirred within the tight confines of his snakeskin thong.

"Uncle's wheelbarrow was nearby, so I was able to carry him here before he awoke," Aetos recalled through a gleeful expression.  "He came to just as I got the manacles ready -- the big fool even helped me by standing up while I snapped him in!"

"You have done well, young one," Slave King grunted, giving the blond buck a rough pat on the back.  He strode down the stone steps and approached the legendary son of Zeus...

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Ryan and Alexi: Cocky Pose

Ryan and Alexi stand proudly upon their platforms, giving a pose for their adoring fans.  Reporters for major newspapers from around the world have been called in to photograph the men for their upcoming match.

Both Ryan and Alexi sport a tight, hip-hugging thong printed with the proud flags of their respective countries.  On Ryan are the stars and stripes of the USA, while Alexi wears the hammer, sickle, and star of the USSR.

The wrestlers' beefy bodies have been coated with posing oil applied by one very lucky arena assistant.  Though the young buck is American, he can't help but feel in awe by the Soviet stallion's muscle.  The blond Russian bounces his pecs for the poor assistant, forcing him to flee the area to take care of the throbbing erection in his jeans.

This is basically another light test, even though I'm pretty much done with testing.  It took my computer about 18 hours total to render these, but I'm very happy with the results.  The story is still being worked on, so it won't be ready anytime soon.  I'm taking my time with it to make sure it comes out great.

Ryan and Alexi Light Tests

Ryan and Alexi are wrestlers in a draft story set during the Cold War that I've been sitting on for a while now.  Ryan (the Colorado Cowboy) is a brown-haired stud, while Alexi (the Red Rocket) is a blond steelworker from Moscow.  Both men have spent years building their bodies and enjoy the heat of wrestling other men.  Both have proudly accepted the call to represent their nations for an international battle in the ring.

The two meet in a packed arena in Norway with the hope that he will defeat and fuck his opponent before a worldwide audience.

I've been randomly working on their models for a while now, and I decided to try practicing some different lighting profiles.  While I try to get better at this, I wanted to share with you guys the quick and dirty test results.