Pantheon 3 (scifi)
by J_Alexander
Hades pulled his jacket tighter around himself. Moscow was cold tonight. He had traveled to Russia in the hope of finding inspiration. That was when he saw it: A Kathogen-pink sign for a nightclub called ‘Hell’.
He smiled and headed towards it. If he was Hades now, then he would rule the underworld.
There was a brief line, but he didn’t stop to wait. He walked right up to the bouncer, who stopped him with a powerful hand on his chest.
But Hades was a god, enhanced with nanite technology. Quick as lightning, he brushed off the bouncer’s hand and had his other hand in a tight vise around the bouncer’s cock through his pants. With an easy electrical impulse, he made the bouncer cum. As the bouncer’s legs wobbled weakly, Hades strode past him into the club.
As he walked, his outfit changed. The coat melted away into a tight black vest, no sleeves to make his muscular arms pop to the eye. His pants turned to black leather and shrank to fit him like a second skin, but still allowed for easy movement. This caused the front of his pants to bulge spectacularly. On either thigh were three straps of leather with buckles. And, of course, on his feet were his tight, black, leather, tall military boots.
There was a second security check inside, and another bouncer had him stand still while he patted him down for weapons. Hades merely smiled as the bouncer’s hands roamed freely across his body. He paused when he saw the bulge, then pulled him into a side room.
“Show.” The bouncer said, gesturing to Hades’ basket.
“What? Why?” Hades asked with an innocent smile.
“Could be a weapon. Too big to be normal.” The bouncer shifted uncomfortably. “Show.”
“Alright, but I’m telling you, I’m bigger than normal.” Hades shrugged. He unzipped his leather pants and pulled them down slightly. Released from the tight containment, his incredible cock emerged, already growing. His manhood had been a miraculous ten-inches long before the transformation. Now he was closer to eleven, and thicker than ever.
The bouncer’s eyes widened, drinking in the sight of Hades’ rising cock and balls nestled within all that black leather.
Hades smiled at him. “Seen enough, or do you want to feel around, make sure there’s nothing deadly?”
He swayed his hips hypnotically, causing his overlarge shaft to sway like a hypnotized cobra. The bouncer reached out a hand and took a hold of the veiny shaft lightly. Hades closed his eyes and let out a moan, at such a deep resonance that it vibrated through his body. Gently, the bouncer began to stroke the massive cock. He looked up for permission, and Hades nodded.
“Go ahead.”
Happily, the bouncer sank down on his knees and popped the fat head into his mouth, sucking for all his worth. The poor man tried over and over, but could only get five inches at most of Hades’ thick cock into his throat. But he didn’t give up. With his hands, he stroked the rest of the shaft, his saliva lubricating the length and dripping down Hades’ lemon-size balls.
Placing his hands on the bouncer’s head, the super-stud began to facefuck the Russian gently, setting his own rhythm so that he soon felt his heavy balls rising. He pulled out and began jerking off furiously with both hands.
“I’m gonna cum soon.” He told the bouncer. “Get ready…mmmm awww YEAH!”
A geyser of cum blasted out of him. The bouncer’s open mouth received a large portion, and the bouncer’s entire body was soon dripping with super-studly cum as the serum-enhanced god spewed his load all over the room.
Quickly, the nanites in his cum invaded the bouncer’s brain. Hades grinned.
“Don’t allow in any more women. I have work here tonight with the men.”
“Yes, my lord.”
With difficulty, Hades fit his Olympian-size package back into the leather pants and zipped them up. Then he entered Club Hell proper. The main space was an open floor, lit with concentrated Kathogen lights, which made everything red. The walls were covered with images of flames and demons doing various sexual things to their victims. There were columns holding up a second level, which appeared to be where the tables were. On the columns were more images of decadent sensuality.
Hades took a moment to drink in the scene. His black leather outfit fit right in with the local Russian underground, but he wanted to stand out and make a scene himself. One guy brushed past him, but Hades grabbed his wrist and had him against the wall in a second. He wore black jeans and a tank top, but what Hades had noticed was his swirling tattoo which curled from his bulging biceps over his mountainous shoulders and across his back.
“What the hell, man?” the Russian asked.
Hades said nothing but leaned in and kissed the Russian stud’s neck lightly. The stud seized as an electrical impulse flashed through him and he suddenly achieved blissful orgasm. Meanwhile, Hades was beginning his own transformation.
The ink on the stud’s skin was draining away, flowing into Hades’ lips like he was drinking it out of the stud (who was still twitching). When it was completely gone, Hades dropped the stud and stood back. His leather vest disintegrated, replaced only by very sparing leather straps, similar to those on his legs. His bare chest muscles strained attractively against the tight leather bonds, dusted with only a light layer of black chest hair. And from his cheeks down his entire back and all along his arms, swirling tribal black tattoos shimmered into place, like they were rising out of water. For the final touch, he added the image of fire, so that instead of just black ink, his tattoos were alive with the shimmering light of primal heat. His eyes changed from cold silver to deadly black, and he shook his head, letting his shaggy black hair fall across his face.
Leaving the hunk quivering on the floor, Hades stalked onto the dance floor, alight with his own fire, and began to dance. In no time, the entire club’s focus had shifted to him, this mysterious uber-stud with his darker-than-normal eyes (full black, not even white in the corners) and mystical glowing tattoos. He soon found that the DJ was crafting beats specifically for his body.
He sprang the trap, his body releasing potent sexual pheromones into the air. A woman approached him, and he danced with her for awhile as she stroked her hands across his naked torso. But soon he moved away from her, seizing a nearby hunk and kissing him full on the lips.
The women in the club got the message and left him alone, while the men moved closer. The new hunk kissed back passionately, until he too succumbed to Hades’ blissful lips and came. Some of his friends had to help him off the dance floor, and there was soon an excited crowd of young men around him, asking him about the experience.
When he felt the entire club was under his control, he headed up to the DJ and borrowed the mike. The entire place went silent in anticipation. Hades used the nanites to lower his voice and add a deep echo.
“I am Hades.” He introduced himself. “God of the underworld. And now is the time of my rebirth.”
The club cheered, and Hades bowed, his fire tattoos flaring with the power of his body. He stepped off the stage and headed up the stairs to the balcony, where a table was immediately vacated for his personal use.
Very soon, a man sat down across from him and pulled the curtain so that they had privacy.
“Hades, huh? Why do you look so sad?”
“I am death. A spirit of ending. I came here tonight…because I wanted to feel alive again.” Hades said, looking deep into the visitor’s eyes.
“I am Dashya.” The Russian said. “Let me buy you a drink.”
“Thank you. Think you can help with my problem?”
“Your problem-?”
Hades was suddenly getting very close to Dashya. So close that Dashya could actually feel the heat of the fire flaring from his tattoos. Hades put a hand on Dashya’s broad chest and looked into his eyes.
“Make me feel alive again.”
Dashya grinned and they kissed. Hands groped in the dark booth, touching and squeezing anything they could. They only paused when Hades pulled Dashya’s shirt over his head, revealing a chiseled torso, huge pecs overshadowing a rippled stomach, covered in a dust of brown hair. Hades licked two fingers and teased Dashya’s nipples, sending electrical impulses through the Russian hunk’s body. But instead of reaching instant orgasm, Dashya only laughed and moaned at the sensation.
Amazed at the stud’s resistance to him, Hades grew determined to make him cum. The nanites in his palms shredded through fabric like butter, and suddenly Dashya was naked in the booth. A second of willpower and all of Hades’ clothes had vanished as well, save for one leather garter belt on his huge muscular right thigh.
Hades straddled Dashya’s legs quickly, and their stiff cocks were suddenly jousting, rubbing against each other. Hades’ greatly-enhanced cock outshone the Russian stud, but Dashya still had an impressive member, dark and eight inches, cut and thick like a pole.
“Condom?” Dashya asked.
Hades scoffed. “I’m immortal.”
He kissed the stud to keep him quiet while he gripped the thick cock and aimed it for his own hole. With a deep breath, he sank down onto it – and let out a groan. Even with his nanite-enhanced ass, Dashya’s thick member stretched Hades to the limit.
Dashya too let out a primal moan of pleasure as Hades’ body began to squeeze him, tease him, vibrate around the most sensitive parts of his throbbing cock.
Slowly, Hades rose up and set a rhythm of fucking. Dashya’s hands settled on his waist to steady him as he rode the hunk. He liked watching as his thick shaft disappeared into this new man’s asshole, and then reappeared.
His hands grew warm as Hades’ tattoos began to burn even brighter. In fact, he was heating the entire booth with his passion. Dashya was beginning to sweat.
Hades increased the tempo, his hands gripping Dashya’s shoulders more tightly as his fervor increased. In between them, Hades’ massive cock drew trails of precum all over Dashya’s broad pectorals. As the precum was absorbed into his skin, Dashya grew more intoxicated with Hades’ presence.
In a fit of passion, Dashya stood suddenly, flipping Hades onto his back on the booth’s table. Gripping Hades’ hips firmly, he power-fucked the ass of the god on the table until they were both screaming in pleasure. Neither cared who heard them anymore.
With a rumbling growl, Dashya’s cock swelled and pulsed heavily inside Hades, spraying hot ropes of cum deep inside him. Hades sighed contentedly as his body suddenly felt a surge of energy from the meal.
They held each other closely as they both recovered from the storm.
“You’re mine.” Hades smiled, as a small skull inked itself onto Dashya’s chest.
“I’m yours.” He agreed.