Pantheon 7: The Cum War (scifi)
by J_Alexander
�We�re in deep shit.� Rick muttered.
�Yeah, I got that. Overlord. Possession. Now he�s on Earth. Bad.� John commented.
The two were moving at a steady jog through the streets of New York. They had stolen some uniforms from the warehouse where they had been captured, and were now moving West as quickly as possible. The skyscrapers dominated the sky, and not much light fell down here anymore. There was also a fair amount of rubble, leftover from the war. Overall, it was cluttered, dank, and dangerous.
�It�s worse than that.� Rick declared. �He sent the others across the planet. There could be five other Overlords by now. And, his thoughts have changed. The pattern is different�this obsession with Greek mythology. He seems to really believe that he is Zeus. The worst part is, the nanites can actually give him that kind of power.�
For the first time in an hour, they paused to catch their breaths. John cursed.
�Then the Cum War has already begun, and no one knows. We need to spread the word, get some backup. It�s too much for us alone.�
�Exactly right.� Said a new voice. John and Rick turned to see Hermes standing behind them. With a wicked laugh and a shove, he had both men on the ground at his feet. Josh had been a slim man, but his muscles had grown through the transformation, and the nanites granted him almost unlimited power.
�How did you catch us?� John asked.
Hermes sneered. “Duh. Messenger god. Super fast. Anyway, Zeus isn’t too happy with either of you. Not one bit. So he sent me to bring you back to him.”
While he was talking, John looked around for anything they could use to get away. The disruptors would be the most effective, but of course, they had none readily handy. If only he had a really big battery…his eyes wandered to Rick.
Bingo.
�Hey Hermes�are you hungry?�
Hermes blinked, then licked his lips. “Yes.”
�My buddy Rick here makes quite a buffet, so I�m told. Why not consume from him before we go back?�
Hermes looked between them, then started for Rick, salivating openly.
�John.� Rick whispered through gritted teeth. �I hope you know what you�re doing.�
�So do I.� he replied.
As Hermes approached, Rick unzipped the front of his jumpsuit uniform, revealing his powerful chest as he shrugged out of it. He let it hang down behind him as he reached down and pulled out his cock and balls.
Even among normal human men, he was an impressive size. Nine inches and thick all the way through. His balls hung low and heavier than normal, as they had been enhanced with the fertility serum and produced cum at an exponentially higher rate than average.
He had a moderate amount of dark fur around his genitals, but not too much. John and Hermes both caught their breath just seeing him standing there, half-naked.
As Hermes sank down in front of him, took hold of Rick’s cock and began licking the head, Rick looked at John and said, “Do what you need to do. I’ll try to buy you as much time as I can.”
John hurried around the area, picking up pieces of scrap metal from piles of rubble and putting them in a jumble next to Rick and Hermes.
Hermes shifted his grip and dove deeper on Rick’s cock, taking more inches into his mouth, where the nanites vibrated against his sensitive organ and sent electrical signals of pleasure to his brain.
John tied a metal disc to the base of Rick’s neck with some string, and then connected it with wires to the battery positions of an old TV remote he’d scavenged, all the while trying to ignore the prominent slurping sounds from a few feet away, of a nanite-possessed man sucking on Rick’s cock.
Hermes then backed off Rick’s enormous manhood and lifted it up, instead sucking on his enhanced balls.
�Uh, John?�
�Yes, Rick.�
�I hope you�re mmmmmm, almost there because, oh YES, he�s sucking on my balls, which means I�m almost there. FUCK!�
Hermes smiled, his face consumed with lust, as he impossibly fit his mouth over both of Rick’s testicles and lavished them with his tongue, while Rick’s slobbery shaft slid over his face wetly.
�Just a minute�� John murmured, attaching a metallic shell to the end of the remote. He could see Rick�s muscular butt flexing involuntarily as he unconsciously thrust his hips forward. In fact, looking at Rick�s muscled back was entirely too interesting to be practical at this time. John shook himself and finished clipping on the last few metal discs. He took the remote, moved to Rick�s side and aimed it at Hermes.
�Ready.� John shouted.
�What do I do?� Rick said.
�Just let him get you off, your brain will do the rest.� John told him.
Nodding, Rick seized Hermes’ head and brought his mouth back onto his shaft, where he began face-fucking the messenger in languid staccato thrusts, creating maximum sensation on Rick’s cock.
�MMM, oh fuck, I�m gonna cum, fuck�FUCK!� Rick cried out.
His entire body pulsed as cum began to spray deep into Hermes’ throat in gobs, in hot sticky ropes, in salty spurts, it erupted, flooding his body. Hermes began gulping quickly to keep up with the uncontrolled geyser that came from Rick’s body.
But then suddenly, Hermes started shaking, falling off Rick’s cock (which was still cumming) and lying still among the rubble.
Rick took hold of his cock and coated the god with his essence, glazing him like a donut. He turned to John. “You want some?”
John shook his head. “I want my own load later. Looks like I could take a bath in the stuff.”
Rick smiled, then, when he had stopped cumming, wiped off the tip of his cock and shrugged back into the jumpsuit.
�What did you do to him?� Rick asked.
�I used the nanites� electrical stimulation and broadcast it as a signal back at him. It should�ve interfered with the nanites� communication relays. If they can�t talk to each other, then they�re easy to beat. It�s basically the same way a disruptor works. Also, he probably came.�
Sure enough, the front of Hermes’ jeans showed a wet spot.
�He�ll be out for about ten minutes, and he�ll have a nasty headache when he comes to. We should get going.� John said. But Rick seized his shoulders and kissed him, long and hard.
�You�re a genius. My genius. And I love you.� He said finally.
�And you�re my captain.� John replied. �MY captain.�
They began to run again, until they found a drain cover, then Rick lifted it and they both slipped out of sight.
Hermes moaned as the world swam back into focus. He felt cum dripping from his lips, but still couldn’t figure out what had happened. As the nanites reconnected, he consumed as much of Rick’s leftover cum as he could. Then he unzipped his jeans and brought out his cock. He pissed what appeared to be silver into several puddles, which began to move and take shapes of their own. Five little silver spiders were born. They skittered away, into the shadows, and Hermes smiled.
The Cum War had begun.
Two guys stepped out of a club together, walking briskly. One of them moved his hand down to the other’s ass and gave it a squeeze through his jeans. Excited, the other laughed, and they quickly leaned against the wall and began making out, grinding their stiff erections together through their pants.
Neither noticed a small skittering sound from the alley.
Overtaken with lust, the blonde moved down his partner’s chest and knelt before him, unzipping his pants and reaching in to retrieve his hot pulsing shaft. He stroked it quickly, and with a grin, began giving his partner head.
The dark-haired one spoke over the slurping noises. “Are you sure we should be doing this here, in plain sight?”
The blonde paused to lick his lips and say, “It turns me on.”
�We could get caught by anybody.�
�Exactly.� The blonde said, diving back down onto the shaft, now dripping with saliva.
The dark-haired one shrugged and closed his eyes, enjoying the sensations of an eager hot mouth on his aching cock.
The blonde never stopped, except for one moment when he seemed to freeze up. But then he continued, moaning loudly around the meat. Then he backed off and said, “I’m gonna cum.”
The dark-haired guy smirked. The taste of his musky manhood had a similar effect on many men. But then he saw what was really going on:
A silver blob had latched on to the blonde’s crotch. His pants were in tatters on the ground. The silver seemed to move, like it was alive, as if it were milking the blonde for his cum. The blonde’s legs collapsed and he fell to the ground, thrusting his hips up into the silvery entity.
�What the fuck is that?� the dark-haired man shouted.
�I don�t know�fuck! Help me!� the blonde moaned. �Oh, god, I�m cumming!�
His entire body spasmed as his manhood spurted gobs of hot sticky cum into the hungry nanites. They consumed every last drop with ease, multiplying and growing in size. They dropped off the blonde specimen and grew.
�Holy shit!� the dark-haired man screamed.
Then the nanites saw him, and his exposed cock. Instantly, they jumped at him and he dodged to the side. The nanite swarm hit the wall, clambered up a few feet, then leaped after him. He tried to hit it away, out of the air, but the nanites were fluid. They enveloped his arm instead.
�Get it off me! Shit! Somebody help!�
The nanites flowed down his body, shredding his clothes as they went, revealing a flat stomach and well-developed pecs. Finally, they reached his groin, and he went down, writhing in pleasure as the swarm vibrated against his heated length, throbbing in time with his elevated heartbeat.
�Oh�fuck yeah!� he muttered through his teeth. As terrifying as it was, it was the best feeling he�d ever experienced.
It wasn’t long before he was at his peak. His muscles clenched as cum fountained from his cock into the swarm.
It consumed. It grew. In a moment, it had divided into five new silver spiders, all of which scuttled in a neat line into the club.
Soon after, the cries of panic and pleasure were coming from inside. The dark-haired man crawled weakly back to his date, who was beginning to stand.
�What the hell is going on? What was that?� he asked.
�It was the best feeling I�ve ever had.� The blonde replied.
Then, like a dam that had burst, a flood of silver spiders erupted from the club and scuttled away in every direction. Cries of terror came from the streets around them, and the panic was only just beginning.
In the Bahamas, a large group of naked men had gathered at a pyramid constructed of driftwood, coral, and trash. Each had a trident tattooed on his forehead. They were dragging another man to meet their god.
�Poseidon, we bring you a fresh sacrifice.� The crowd chanted.
�No! No, don�t! Help!� the new man was whimpering. Suddenly he was tossed to the ground in front of a man. He had fish scale patterns on his skin, and his hair was electric blue, and he had the biggest shaft of any man present.
�My worshippers. It is time for your daily tribute. Let us celebrate!�
Giving a huge cheer, the brainwashed men began kissing and groping each other, swiftly kicking off a massive orgy. Soon, cocks were entering muscular butts, and groaning filled the air.
�What will you do to me?� the sacrifice asked. The god looked down at him and smiled.
�All I want you to do is lick my cock. Just once. And then you will be free to go if you wish.�
�You promise?� the man said.
�You have my word.� The god of the sea replied.
Sighing, the man got on his knees, hesitated, then dragged his tongue along the rock-hard phallus. At the very tip, a drop of precum stuck to his tongue, which was soon swallowed.
By then it was too late.
In Sao Paolo, Ares had a group of soldiers standing at attention, and before each one was another soldier, servicing his cock.
�I will teach you endurance! You will have the most stamina, and be the finest army of studs to grace this fine planet!�
Down the line, a soldier gave in and came, spraying his cum all over the other soldier’s face. Ares was there in a flash, lifting the cocksucker to his feet and kissing him, licking all the cum off of him and swallowing it for himself.
�Trade places, corporal.�
�Yes, sir.�
The one who had cum got down on his knees and began sucking on the other with all his talent. The other soldier was soon clenching his teeth to keep from cumming too soon.
�Battle tactics! There will be rebels that we have to deal with! Practice taking them down!� Ares shouted to the other side of the field.
There some soldiers were dressed as rebels, and the soldiers in the exercise chased them down and tackled them before mounting them from behind and fucking them deeply.
All around him were the moans of pleasure. Ares smiled grimly.
In Greece, a commune had been formed of young men from all the islands, who worshipped golden Apollo day and night. They sang songs to him, and made love, dedicating their orgasms to his glory. When they could, they came into jars or bottles, which were poured into traditional amphorae. Their cum was then poured into a large tub, where Apollo himself would fuck the luckiest of his worshippers, bodies sliding wetly together in a bath of cum.
And in Moscow, men flocked to Club Hell every night to see the one whose tattoos were on fire, who could make them cum with a touch, or a kiss. For awhile, nobody who came in ever came out. But then they started to come and go more frequently.
The ones who were coming out had silver eyes, and could change their appearances at will. They were swarms. Dashya stayed with Hades, and the two of them collected young men greedily.
Mankind didn’t know it, but it was already too late for Earth.