Pantheon 4 (scifi)
by J_Alexander
Apollo wandered aimlessly through the crumbling columns of the old world. He had first visited Athens, center of Greece, and thus birthplace of the gods, but the world’s progress had made it cramped and polluted. So he had traveled from island to island, visiting the old sites.
Until he found Cyprus. He paused on the top of the hill he was on to look down on the next valley. It was illuminated with powerful Kathogen floodlights, and people were bustling everywhere. Intrigued by all the activity, Apollo started to descend, but almost immediately, a man jogged over to him. He wore dusty jeans over boots and a khaki shirt, open most of the way, revealing his tight, muscular upper chest, dusted with brown hair. Apollo raised an eyebrow.
His face was youthful, about mid to late twenties, with blue eyes and serious eyebrows.
“Hey man, sorry, but it’s a closed site.”
“What’s going on here?” Apollo asked.
“An archeological dig.” The guy said, smiling brightly. “I’m Jim Heller, project manager. Anyway, as I said, it’s a closed site, we just made a find that could make my career.”
“Oh really? What did you find?” Apollo asked.
“A buried palace. Hasn’t been opened in thousands of years, we think. It could be priceless. Can I ask what you’re doing here?” he said.
Apollo made a show of looking around to see if they were alone, then leaned in closer, taking in Jim’s sweaty musk.
“I’m a nudist. I just like being naked.” He whispered.
Jim’s eyes widened, traveling to the deep v-neck of Apollo’s thin white shirt, which revealed quite a bit of his bronzed skin.
“I was just looking for a place to strip down and maybe jerk off, ya know?” he continued. “Maybe tan a little.”
Jim was still eyeing him, so Apollo pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his magnificent torso, which was much larger since his transformation by the nanites. His muscles were broader and had sharper tone, where before he had been defined, now he rippled with definition. He was now a lithe, cut, sexual predator.
He pulled down his waistline a little bit, almost revealing his cock to Jim. “I mean look at this tanline.”
Jim stared, then seemed to shake himself out of his daze. “Uh, yeah, well, like I said-”
“Closed site.” Apollo finished. “Don’t worry about it. But listen, if you find something special down there, why don’t you give me a call and tell me all about it?”
He wrote his number on Jim’s wrist and walked away, leaving the shirt behind. Jim picked it up, and, shaking his head but grinning like a schoolboy, he made his way back to the site.
Apollo raced around the hill, his powerful legs carrying him faster than any normal human. When he reached the hill opposite of where he’d been, the hill where the buried palace was, he stopped. Closing his eyes, he called on the nanites in his body.
Slowly, they began to remove the dirt from underneath him, separating it molecule by molecule, and passed it through the natural gaps of his body. Once it had been displaced, the nanites on the opposite side reconstructed it. In this fashion, Apollo sank through the earth into the buried palace, like sinking into water.
He found himself in a dusty side-chamber with nothing but a few shards of pottery. However, the walls were covered in pictures, crude drawings of figures with different symbols…they were Greek gods.
Apollo’s plan was beginning to take shape. He shredded his clothes with a thought, tatters falling away from his enhanced, muscular body. He touched the wall lightly, and the illustrations shimmered and changed. He took a pose, an archer’s pose, and with another thought impulse, his skin grew metallic. His golden tan was becoming actual gold. Even his silvered eyes changed their hue, until he had become a perfect golden statue. He didn’t even show signs of life. He could hold the pose forever if need be, and his breathing was masked as well. He was the perfect male form captured in solid gold. Using the same method he had to come down, he positioned himself under a significant pile of rock and dirt, leaving only his shoulders and face exposed.
And then…he waited.
It wasn’t long before he heard voices coming from outside, mapping the temple. The leader glanced in and saw Apollo’s golden head.
“Hey, Jim! Artifact, partially buried.”
Jim entered the door frame, and his breath left him as he took in the sight.
“You keep mapping the temple. I’ll stay here and see what I can dig up.”
“Okay.”
First Jim photographed the entire room, walls, floor, and ceiling. There were illustrations on the walls of nude men, all erect, engaged in various sexual activities. Some of them were very graphic. There didn’t seem to be any women. Shrugging it out of his mind, Jim carefully retrieved his tools and shifted the dirt from the shoulders. He found arms attached to both, one pulled back, and one extended.
“God, you’re beautiful.” He muttered to the statue.
Over the next several hours Jim carefully excavated the golden form down to the waist. He was particularly impressed with the artist’s attention to detail in the chest, massive broad pectorals over carefully, but sharply etched abdominals. And even veins popping from the muscle-laden arms.
Jim took a deep breath, then proceeded downward. The genital area was one of the most delicate on all statues, and among the most frequently broken. But Jim had an appreciation for male beauty, and wanted to preserve this already gorgeous specimen.
With aching care, he gently brushed away dust, but uncovered gold much sooner than he’d expected. It broadened into the fattest cockhead Jim had ever laid eyes on.
Still moving carefully, Jim worked to reveal more, and thick veins appeared decorating a heavy, but erect shaft, sleekly pointing upward towards the statue’s stomach.
“Well that’s odd…an erect archer…why are you erect?” Jim asked himself.
He blinked and looked at his watch. He realized it had been half an hour since he’d moved at all…the statue’s phallus was hypnotic to look at. Jim wanted to study it further.
He continued his work, unearthing next the low-hanging balls of the archer, and after that his powerful thighs, captured in a moment of sinuous curvature. Encouraged by his progress, Jim soon had the muscular calves in sight, and at last the feet.
“It’s unbroken.” He murmured to himself. “It’s a miracle.”
Taking a rag with some cleaning oil, Jim wiped down the entire form, making it shine like new. He took his time, giving it unconscious touches as he worked the rag down its muscular back and slowly reaching around to grasp the enticing cock. He eventually found himself rubbing the rag up and down the long manhood, polishing it much more than the dust required. But through the oiled rag, it felt so real, like the man of his dreams had emerged from the fog. It was more devastatingly gorgeous than any man he’d met.
Jim moaned out loud: his deepest desire was to find a beautiful stud like this one. He fantasized about worshipping his muscles and taking his cock deep inside of him, to show them that he loved them.
Jim backed away for a moment, then knelt down before the god, first bowing in reverence, then lightly touching his tongue to the statue’s bare feet. He sucked each toe breathlessly, ecstatic and lost in his imagined fantasy. Urgently, he unbuttoned his own shirt, letting it fall to the dust. The pants followed.
He continued with the feet, taking his time in polishing them, then achingly beginning to move up the perfectly formed legs, squeezing each athletic calf to support himself as he rose to the sinuous thighs. The entire body seemed to intentionally direct attention to the manhood. Always, his eyes were drawn to it.
Suddenly, he wondered if he could fit it into his mouth.
Giggling to himself at his infatuation, which he himself felt a little ridiculous about, he leaned forward and closed his mouth over the head. It nearly filled his mouth, but he managed it. Thrilled by his success, he dove deeper, but was unable to take much more.
Sighing, he backed off and naturally jerked his saliva along the massive cock as lubricant.
“No, don’t stop.” Said a voice.
Startled, Jim nearly jumped out of his skin, looking around for whoever had spoken…but there was no one in the room besides himself…and the statue. But nothing moved.
Jim was certainly hornier than he’d ever been. He took off his underwear and stroked his own cock to fullness, easily.
Staring at the beautifully engorged shaft, Jim had a sudden urge to sink down on it. He needed something in his ass, quickly. His entire body was sweating, and he was dripping precum like a faucet. The need to be fucked was overpowering.
After a sigh, and another look around, he moved towards the statue. Taking some of his own precum and smearing it around his hole, he turned to face away, so that his back was to the god’s chest. To get close enough, he had to squeeze into the crook of the god’s drawn-back arm, which pinned him tighter to the muscular chest of the effigy. The metal was cold against his sweaty skin, but Jim squealed, intoxicated with lust (and the neurochemical pheromones that Apollo had been pumping into the closed room for an hour).
Taking a moment to lube up the golden tool, Jim’s breath caught when he felt it press against his ass, perfectly aimed. Gripping the bulging bicep of the god, Jim pushed himself down, forcing the god’s cock upward into his body. He cried out loudly, his voice echoing in the stone halls.
He had planned to take a while to adjust to the enormous size, but the statue seemed to have other plans. He felt sensations like vibrating waves invade his ass, stimulating his prostate as the golden, veiny phallus brushed against it.
That was when it happened, the statue moaned, its voice coming from somewhere far away, but swiftly coming closer, until it was so loud that dust fell from the ceiling, and a sound like a wave rolled over them. Then, behind Jim, was a flesh and blood man, with his thick and throbbing cock up his ass.
“Oh!” Jim cried out, but the statue-man held him closer with his huge arms.
“Thank you.” The man said, in a voice that had a mysterious echo behind it. “You freed me.”
He spun Jim around to face him, not even taking out his shaft. “Freed you?”
Apollo nodded and smiled, which only served to make Jim harder. “I am Apollo, god of the sun, music, healing, and male beauty. I was chasing a man, Gilathus, a servant of the witch, Circe. He was a descendant of Adonis, one of my best worshippers, and he was the most handsome in all of Greece. Circe caught us in the act of lovemaking, and turned me to stone, trapped until another sought the company of a statue.”
“Well, you’re very attractive.” Jim complimented. “But what happened to him?”
Apollo sighed. “Circe could not permanently harm a god, but he, a mortal…I believe she changed him into a lizard, the species you now call the ‘Gila Monster’.”
“That’s very sad.” Jim said. “Do you er…want me to get off of you?”
Apollo looked him in the eye, and then grinned. A reckless grin that almost made Jim cum then and there. “On the contrary, I want you to get me off. You wouldn’t believe how horny being a statue makes you. You got the rocks off of me. Now we’ll get our rocks off together.”
Apollo wrapped his bulging arms around Jim and began thrusting, pushing himself in and out of Jim’s vulnerable ass. Apollo was flesh now, but his rod still felt hard as iron as it moved inside him. It only took one kiss before Jim came, his cock bursting with cum, his salty ropes landing on Apollo’s massive chest, where they disappeared as they were absorbed into him.
With renewed vigor, Apollo flipped them both, Jim’s back to the floor and Apollo kneeling, power-fucking his shaft into the archeologist while a nimbus formed around him, a golden glow. In awe, Jim watched as some of the glow spilled onto his body, and began to spread up his chest.
“What’s happening?” Jim asked. “Oh god, YES! FUCK ME!”
Apollo made no answer, but crushed their lips together again, then howled as he pulled out and came, cum spraying out of him like a wild fire hose, drenching Jim and himself.
Quickly Apollo jumped down, scooped up some of his own cum, slicked up his ramrod, and pushed back into Jim’s ass.
“Oh FUCK! Yes! Yeah! Right there!” Jim screamed as the slick sensation of this god’s cum overloaded his senses. He came again, and Apollo quickly bent down to drink it all. He kissed Jim again, cum sliding down his lips.
“I am passion. I am Apollo. And if you serve me, we can do this forever.”
He gave another emphatic thrust to accompany his words. Jim just smiled. His prayers had been answered. He had a new god.