Pantheon 2 (scifi)

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Poseidon mused on how he could spread his nanite influence. He stood on the docks in the city of Nassau, the Bahamas. It was nighttime, and the island glowed defiantly against the sky. After the war had begun, a new form of lightbulb had been discovered, run on a synthesized gas called Kathogen. It was super-efficient and glowed brightly, with the faintest tinge of pink. The effect gave cities a pink glow after nightfall.

He smiled as he remembered his new name: Poseidon. God of the sea, and creator of horses. It was still a bit strange, thinking of himself as a god, but it was an appropriate term. He had experienced the power himself when he was last with Apollo.

That wonderful, sexy man was a world away now, and Poseidon missed him more than he would admit. But there was the mission. He’d had a headache all day which he suspected came from the fact that he hadn’t consumed from a man recently.

He raised an eyebrow as a thought occurred to him: his godhood would attract many people to their cause. If he made himself famous, the people would worship him. And that meant using his newfound powers.

He unzipped his hoodie and dropped it, revealing his bare chest underneath. He had been in top shape before the transformation, and now, his muscles had only increased their definition. On impulse, he jumped upward, his nanite-enhanced form springing easily high in the air, and with a smooth graceful flip, he dove down into the waves.

There he began his second transformation: the nanites in his skin tore away his pants, leaving only the briefs to remain. These they chemically altered, using compounds in the water to make them skin tight and water-resistant. They emphasized his impressive bulge perfectly.

Along with this, his appearance changed. His skin took on some fish-scale patterns, but retained its firm tautness over his muscular frame. His entire body took on a blue-green tint, and his dark hair turned electric blue. His silver eyes disappeared with a blink, replaced with a powerful glow of cobalt.

He opened his mouth, letting the water rush into his lungs. At first, he felt a sense of panic, but then the nanites took over, extracting the oxygen from the water just like a fish.

Satisfied that he looked the part, he extended his senses in all directions, and found a powerful electrical storm headed towards the island. He also discovered that there was a small fishing boat that would not make it back before the storm hit – his first rescue, and follower.

Using the nanites in his body and the metal compounds in the water, he shot towards the boat with an impulse, faster than any human could swim.

Within seconds, he was there. He turned himself right side up, and shot out of the water with another magnetic impulse, landing with another graceful triple-axle on the prow of the boat.

There were two men on board. By the looks of things they had been more interested in each other than fishing – their clothes were strewed across the deck, and they held each other in shock at the sight of Poseidon.

“What…are you?” the one on the right said. He had short red hair in a military cut with pale skin speckled with freckles. He had thick red fur covering his chest which slid down to his groin and formed a well-groomed bush around the base of his shaft. The other man had a shaved head and dark chocolate skin, with an elegant quality to his muscled frame. His dark eyes were wide in shock.

Poseidon enhanced his voice with a thought, so that it was deeper and had an echo, when he said, “I am Poseidon, immortal and all-powerful. Do not fear. I have come to save you from the storm.”

“Why don’t you just stop the storm?” the dark one suggested.

“Keaton!” the redhead exclaimed.

“The storm is crucial for the island’s ecosystem.” Poseidon bluffed without a twitch. “Come, we must go.”

But just then, lightning struck the small boat, causing the gas tank to explode. All three men were thrown into the water. Back in his element, Poseidon used the magnetic impulses to propel himself quickly to each man. He grabbed each one with one muscular arm across their chests and drew them to a nearby sandbar with his godly powers. The two men crawled onto the sand while Poseidon strode casually out of the surf, the water worshipping his sexy frame.

“Thank you, Poseidon, for saving us.” The redhead said finally. He nudged Keaton, who now had a look of awe.

“You really are a god.”

Poseidon nodded solemnly.

“Is there anything we can do for you? As repayment?” the redhead asked.

Poseidon grinned. “Your name?”

“Aaron.”

“Aaron, there are two things I would ask of you.” Poseidon continued, putting a hand on both their shoulders – secretly sending electrical impulses to their cocks, instantly causing them both to grow erect.

“You will be my high priest, and spread my name among your people. Humanity has forgotten my brothers and I, but now we are returned.”

“Yes, my lord.” Aaron bowed. “And the other thing?”

“I would ask a sacrifice of each man in my service…a daily tribute…of cum. To be collected and offered up to me each day at sunset.”

It began to rain lightly. Aaron and Keaton looked at each other and smiled knowingly.

“We’d only be too happy, my lord, to offer our juice up to you. I’m sure many men will join our sect.”

“Good. Then, my loves, it is time for your daily tribute.” Poseidon said, releasing his killer smile on them. His nanites went into overdrive, sensing that cum was near. Optical glamour stunned the men before him, and at the same time pheromones blasted through their senses, turning them on even more. His small black briefs shrank even more to his form, basically fitting exactly to his genitals, so that his enhanced and massive cock and balls were plainly evident.

Keaton moved forward and hesitantly pressed his lips to Poseidon’s, while Aaron knelt before him and took hold of his briefs, sliding them easily down his massive godly thighs. Freed, the god’s engorged phallus swung upward, the head pressing against Keaton’s side and leaving a string of precum splattered there.

At the touch of his precum, Keaton went cock-crazy, pushing the god to the sand and mounting him instantly. He was so intoxicated with aphrodisiacs that he took hold of Poseidon’s huge veiny shaft and sat down on it quickly. With more precum being absorbed into his system, the transition went painlessly to Keaton fucking himself silly on Poseidon’s throbbing fuck-rod, bouncing up and down while the thick shaft slid in and out of his tight, dark hole.

Aaron stood back, watching in awe and stroking himself to full mast. Poseidon beckoned to him.

“Come, Aaron, give me your gift.”

Smiling, Aaron straddled Poseidon’s head and fed the god his own uncut shaft. When Poseidon inhaled the whole length easily, the nanites inside him began to stimulate the cock mercilessly, and Aaron began to face-fuck the blue-green god beneath him. With his glowing blue eyes staring up at him, Aaron took hold of the electric blue, gorgeous hair and really began to pound his meat into him. In return, the god stroked his hands through the redhead’s gorgeous chest hair, and wherever his hands were felt like eternal orgasm. He really was a god, Aaron realized, with sensation coursing wildly through his body.

With a gasp, Aaron gave a spectacular thrust which would have choked any normal man, but Poseidon took it easily as the mortal’s shaft began to blast the blessed liquid down his throat. Aaron’s whole body shuddered as he achieved orgasm, and when he rolled off the god onto the sand, he found that his own body was beginning to change. His cock grew significantly larger, and his muscles bulged at every angle. On his forehead, a small tattoo of a trident shimmered into appearance. The perfect image for a sexy high priest.

Meanwhile Keaton was still ramming as much of the god’s cock inside himself as he could. The nanites in Poseidon’s massive shaft electrically stimulated Keaton’s prostate with vibrations, and suddenly he came, howling “GOD YES!” to the heavens as rain coursed down their naked bodies. Hot ropes of cum sprayed wildly across Poseidon’s massive chest, which vanished as they were absorbed into his skin.

“I will make this gift to you both.” Poseidon said, his voice echoing around them. Seizing Keaton’s hips, he made several quick thrusts into the helpless man atop him and came, his serum-enhanced cock spraying more than possible cum into the vulnerable ass. Quickly, cum began to run out of Keaton’s ass like a waterfall. Both Keaton and Aaron scooped some up and drank deeply of his nectar. Unbeknownst to them, nanites made their way into their brains and began to control them.

Feeling refreshed and more powerful, Poseidon stood up, stretching, and began to stroll towards the waves.

“Wait! Stay with us!” Aaron shouted.

Poseidon smirked. “I have more work to do, my loves, but have no fear. I will return at sunset for your next offering. I have enhanced you both with my power. Use it to gather more followers to my cause. And…men are better. Women are good worshippers, but above all else, I desire cum.”

“Yes, my lord.” They said in unison.

He strode back and kissed each of them on the forehead. Then he ran, jumped, and dove into the dark waves. In the rain, he had disappeared in seconds.

“That was…” Keaton began.

“Special.” Aaron finished. “Come on, we have men to recruit before tomorrow at sunset. The Cult of Poseidon will be spread.”

“With an initiation like that, you bet.” Keaton nodded. Together, they headed back to town.

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