Pantheon 5 (scifi)
by J_Alexander
New York had not changed much over the centuries. It was still filled with skyscrapers (now taller, and suffused with a pink glow of kathogen lights). But nowadays it seemed a little tired. Like the city itself, once the “city that never slept” was yawning its jaws wide.
The bombs had faded its energy. From the first Tyreni attack. But it had endured, and still remained the de facto capitol of the world. Which was why Zeus was there.
The United Nations building had been retrofitted to house the World Council, a group of seven leaders to represent each continent (Antarctica had long since been colonized). Here they conducted the affairs of the world, directed the United Planetary Forces in the far-away war, and negotiated with their counterparts on the Moon Colony, Space platforms, and other outposts held by humanity, such as the recently vacated International Space Station 3.
“Josh,” said the fifth Councilman, “Take this wave and make sure it gets sent to UPF High Command.”
“Yes sir.” Josh replied. Josh was the personal aid to the Minister of South America. He had short brown hair, intelligence in his azure eyes, and a tight-fitting suit. He bounced the electronic order onto his tablet and left the Council Chamber so as not to make noise. He backed out slowly, closing the door with reverence, but when he turned around, he ran straight into a man a lot bigger than he was. Josh, his tablet, and the huge man tumbled to the floor with a loud clatter.
“Watch where you’re going!” Josh hissed.
“Sorry.” The man said, standing and picking Josh up with one hand by the collar. He was immensely strong. Josh swept up his tablet, which looked chipped, but otherwise fine. Then he examined the man.
He was extremely big, but from the coiled tension in his posture, Josh guessed military. Because the United Planetary Forces were headquartered in Sao Paolo, Josh spent a lot of time around military men, though not as much as he would have liked.
Still, this was a massive specimen, Josh guessed almost seven feet tall. His suit fitted him like a glove as well, bulging in all sorts of imaginative places. Something about his eyes was off…he thought he’d seen a glint like a reflection there. But it must’ve been the light, Josh decided.
“What’s your business here?” Josh asked.
“I was hoping to see the Council.” The man replied.
Josh frowned. “They’re in session with the Chancellor of the Moon. You should know you can’t disrupt them. What’s this about?”
The big man grinned and cocked an eyebrow. “I have information about the ISS3 that they need to hear.”
Josh’s eyes widened. He’d heard that they’d lost contact with the station, but no one seemed to know what had happened. The popular theory was a Tyreni attack. It had been a mystery until now.
Josh thought for a moment. “I work for the Fifth Councilman. Josh Kafre, level five clearance. Let’s find somewhere more private and if you tell me your report, I’ll make sure it gets passed along.”
The big man raised an eyebrow. “I’m supposed to report directly to him…but I guess this will have to do. It is urgent.”
“I’ll wave us a room.” Josh said, tapping some keys on his tablet. Then he sighed. “Most of the rooms are booked, but there’s a small office one floor up that has sufficient security.”
“Lead the way.” The tall man gestured, and followed silently.
Josh led them to an out of the way office that could barely fit a desk. There were no windows. Josh closed the only door and buzzed the security lock.
“State your name and business.” Josh said formally, setting up the record function on his tablet.
“My name is Zeus, and I’m here to start a coup.” The god answered.
With his alarming answer still processing in Josh’s head, he seized the assistant and kissed him firmly on the mouth. Instantly, electrical impulses shot through his body, stimulating his cock to full hardness, and racing through his brain.
“The Councilman-” Josh moaned.
“You serve me now.” Zeus intoned. “Do you understand?”
Josh blinked slowly. “Serve…Zeus…you’re really hot.”
Josh pawed at Zeus’s tie clumsily. Deftly, Zeus whipped it off and easily had Josh’s hands tied in front of him. Then, with a flicker of willpower, his clothes simply melted into the air, revealing his chiseled torso, sculpted to perfection by his own work, and the nanite transformation. His pecs were larger, and heavier, his nipples wider. His stomach rippled with sleek power, which flowed sinuously through him, falling like a breaking waterfall on his groin and racing through his bulging thighs down to his carefully shaped calves.
The rock on which the flow broke was his manhood. It stood erect at an incredible length, its veins pronounced, its cut head flared and perpetually dripping precum. Beneath his stallion shaft hung a pair of balls, originally large, enhanced with fertility serum to the size of fat limes.
Zeus’s face was deadly beauty, his cheekbones framed his expression with unmistakable masculinity. And his eyes shimmered to their original silver shade, the one he had glimpsed after their collision.
His appearance was enhanced by optical vibrations, as the nanites in his body sent tailored signals to Josh’s brain to attract his eye, to attract his cock, to incite untenable lust.
Josh seemed to waver. “What…what are you doing to me?”
Zeus approached him, and held him in his massive, bulging arms like a child, his steely rod pressing against Josh’s shirt. “I’m about to make you mine.”
He kissed Josh again, slipping his tongue past the assistant’s lips and tasting him. Josh’s resistance crumbled and he sat back on the desk.
Zeus cupped his face, whispering, “Mine.” Then he moved his hands down, rubbing down Josh’s chest. As he went, Josh’s expensive suit shredded away like tissue paper, until only the tie remained. Zeus stroked his hands down to Josh’s hips, and then ran them down his thighs all the way to the feet. Coming back up, his hands moved up the inside of Josh’s legs, until he grasped his excited cock in one hand, and caught his balls in the other.
Smiling, Zeus gave him a gentle squeeze. Josh’s eyes rolled as the nanites vibrated against his sensitive organs.
“I can do anything I want with you.” Zeus told him. “Say it.”
“You can do anything you want with me.” Josh repeated, groaning, and humping his hard-on urgently into Zeus’s powerful hand.
“You are my servant.”
“I am your servant.”
“You like it when I fuck you.”
Josh’s expression never changed. “I like it when you fuck me.”
Zeus nodded. The behavioral changes would set in soon, as the electrical impulses designed by the nanites became permanent in the boy’s brain. In the meantime…
“I require your cum as sustenance.” Zeus told him, pushing apart Josh’s legs for better access.
“Take my cum, oh great one, for I am yours.” Josh replied, gesturing clumsily with his tied hands.
Zeus knelt down in front of the desk and smirked. Josh’s tie was still dangling against his chest, pointing straight at his stiff erection.
He took it as a sign.
Licking his lips, Zeus bent to take in the man’s cock. His lips met the head, and for a while he gave it a long kiss, flicking his tongue lightly across the very tip. Josh writhed above him on the desk. Pleased with his control over the man, Zeus swirled his tongue around the head once, twice, and then drove forward, sucking in inches of the man’s meat.
A practiced mouth, Zeus quickly reached the base, while the head, and the sensitive area just where it met the veins on the underside were super-stimulated by Zeus’s nanite-infused throat. He was the best blowjob Josh had ever received.
He heard Josh cry out. “Oh fuck yeah! Drink my cum!”
There was no fear of being overheard. The security of the room made it soundproof. Zeus played his next card: while retaining Josh’s entire pounding cock in his throat, Zeus elongated his tongue, and slid it down the underside. Josh’s entire body shuddered, as the tongue emerged, and played luridly with Josh’s balls. Then it nudged them aside, teasing along his perineum until it reached his asshole.
When the tongue penetrated Josh, he screamed, bucking his hips, which only pushed his shaft deeper into Zeus’s all-consuming mouth. He was being expertly sucked, and tongue-fucked, at the same time, by the same man…or god.
Josh strained against his wrist bonds, his arm muscles bulging as he craved release.
“Oh shit, that’s good, fuck yeah, holy shit!” and then, when his time came, “Ooooh man, yeah, yeah, yeah, fuck, drink my cum! I’m – YES!”
Zeus swallowed it all, not a drop of salty nectar was wasted.
Repeating his phrases, Josh said, “You can do anything you want with me. I am your servant. I like it when you fuck me.”
“And I will make you mine.” Zeus replied. Moving around the desk, he maneuvered Josh so that he was bent, facedown, over the desk. His ass, stretched by Zeus’s tongue, was still unprepared for the intrusion of Zeus’s massive fuckpole, so he pushed in a few fingers, then added his pinky, and his thumb, until his entire fist was inside Josh’s rosy hole.
Then, he was ready.
Zeus’s thrusts were powerful, and deep. Josh’s body was assaulted with nanite pleasure as Zeus’s entire cock began to vibrate inside him. Zeus held the assistant’s hips as he ploughed the man thoroughly, his balls swinging against him with wet thuds.
Josh’s hands reached out and clutched the opposite side of the desk while he was ridden by an Olympian god. Maybe Zeus hadn’t gotten his rocks off in a long time, but he took his time fucking the assistant. There were long, slow strokes, and periods so intense that they actually pushed the desk forward with each inward push. Josh was screaming, and came once more all over the desk.
Like turning the page of a good book, Zeus easily flipped the boy over and continued to fuck him deeply, intimately, on a desk belonging to neither of them.
Josh’s shoulders reached the front edge of the desk, and his head tilted back, just when Zeus roared and fired his godly load. Cum gushed out from around his Olympian cock. Dazed by his orgasm, Zeus felt more energy pulse through his shaft, and then Josh’s body was shimmering, starting at his asshole and progressing upward, changing him. His slim torso became broader, and more muscular. His biceps grew to twice their previous size, and his legs burst with definition. His cock grew thicker and longer, and his balls grew deeply heavy, swinging low. Finally, after transforming him entirely, Josh opened his eyes, and they were silver.
Zeus was surprised, and all he could say was, “Oops.”
Just then, the door buzzed, and slid open, revealing the last man Zeus had ever thought to see again.
“John?” he whispered.
John Edwards stared, then whispered, “Rick?”