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Subject: In Gods We Thrust Part 1 Daddy Dearest In Gods We Thrust Part 1 Daddy Dearest I hope you are enjoying my work. If you like it let me know ive. It always helps to have some feedback. That’s the only payment most of us writers on this site receive. Speaking of payment, if you are able to help support fty please donate what you can. Part 1 Daddy Dearest Heracles has been called up to Olympus because an oracle has told the Olympians that they cannot defeat the Giants without the help of Zeus’s son. Because of how he has been treated by the gods, especially Zeus’s wife Hera he is not very interested in helping. Well at least not without getting something in return. “Well Son I guess you’re wondering why I called you up to Olympus.” My Father Zeus asked me. He was the King of the gods and my Father. Well at least it was his seed that sired me. He had never acted like a Father to me. He’d never protected me when I needed protecting. “Not really. It’s obvious that you’ve gotten yourself in a pickle and you need a mere mortal to pull your ass out of the fire. The only question is the details.” I told him. “I’ll not put up with such insolence from a mortal, whether he’s my son or not.” I held my paw up. “Talk to the paw Father! You need this mortal and I’m not really inclined to help any of you Olympians. That insufferable cunt you call a wife has done everything in her power to make my life miserable.” “You will not speak of my wife in that manner!” He threatened, but it was an empty threat. Their very survival depended on me. “You mean the one that sent the serpents to kill me when I was less than a year old? The one that caused me to go mad and kill my wife and children in cold blood? The one that as penance for the act she forced me to commit made me perform twelve labors for a MUCH inferior Lion? I could go on and on but that sounds like an insufferable cunt to me.” “Hehe… I guess it does. I know she interferes every time I try to get some strange. It’s been millennia since she put out for me and she wasn’t even a good fuck back then. She just did it out of obligation and to have kids. Besides what good is being “King of the gods” if you can’t boink any of the mortals? Or minor goddesses for that matter?” “Well that sounds like your problem not mine. But I’m your son and you did nothing to protect me…” I said. I was unable to keep the pain and betrayal out of my voice. “I knew you were strong enough to take care of yourself…” He replied sheepishly. “You gods should be strong enough to take care of yourself with out a mortal helping you.” I retorted. “But the oracles say that we cannot defeat the Giants without your help.” He said almost begging. “Every time I have dealings with you gods I get screwed. You’re on your own Father.” I said and started out the door. “WAIT! There has to be something to get you to help. I can give you immortality!” “That would be a start…” I said, making the “King of the gods” sweat. “What else could you POSSIBLY want?” He cried out in exasperation. “I’ve been fucked enough by the gods. It’s about time some of them get fucked by me. Starting with you Father.” “WHOA!!!!” I’m the King of the gods! No one fucks me, I’m the one that does the fucking!” He exploded in anger. “Without my help you will lose to the Giants. I don’t think the King of the Giants will care. I’m sure he wouldn’t miss a chance to fuck the vanquished King. He’s also thirty feet tall. How much do you think he’s packing. He’d probably split you in two, but being immortal it wouldn’t kill you. You’d just lay there bleeding while you healed up.” I added grinning. “I’m sure he’d be even less gentle than I’ll be. And I have no intention of being gentle…” “But I’m your Father.” He protested weakly. “I tend to think of you as more of a sperm donor…” I said, pausing to let it sink in. “You’ve never acted like my Father as I said earlier. Now drop your clothes and get on your knees.” I continued as I removed my clothes without giving him a chance to respond. He glared at me then he just sighed in resignation. He knew he had no other option. The prospect of losing his cherry was much less egregious than losing his Kingdom. He stripped out of this clothes and stood there in all his naked glory. He was the epitome of what a Lion in the height of his powers embodied. He was muscular and powerful, standing around nine feet tall. He had to weigh around six hundred and fifty pounds of muscle. Not the lean muscle of a young lion, but the more mature muscle with a slight bit of fat that you find in Lion in their mid thirties. He had a bushy dark mane and a matching bush of dark pubic hair. He had a long thick sheath and a set of balls that would have looked at home on a Minoan bull. In other words he looked like a slightly larger version of me. “Well lets get this over with. What shape do you want me in?” He asked tersely. Father was notorious for shape shifting to seduce his conquests. He’d changed into a Swan, a Satyr, an Ant, a dove and even a golden shower to seduce various women without that hag Hera being able to tell that it was him. My own mother was seduced by him in the form of her husband Amphitryon. I didn’t want him in a fake body, I wanted his real body to feel my cock up his virgin asshole. “There’s no need to shift shapes. You may have been a terrible father, but you’re as sexy as fuck. Besides I want to take your cherry in your regular body not some shifted shape. I want to defile this body. So why don’t you get on your knees and get me ready…” He glared at me again and but dropped to his knees in front of me. He was not an oral virgin. Many doms like to suck off their subs. He curled his lips over his teeth and started to take my maleness into his muzzle. He’d had millennia to perfect his technique. He peeled my sheath back and while he fluttered his tongue on the underside of my flaccid member it grew filling his muzzle completely. He would have enjoyed it if he had been getting me ready for him to fuck, but the thought of fluffing me to get me ready to deflower him was grating on his last nerve. Just the thought of how much it was bothering him made my precum flow like a fountain. “Yes Father! That’s it you slutty little fuck toy. Can you taste all those dominance pheromones in my pre? Just think in a few moments your tight little virgin ass is going to belong to me…” I said and then moaned out loud, the thought of dominating the King of the gods had me just about ready to blow my load prematurely. “So bend over the back of the couch and spread your legs.” I ordered. Surprisingly he complied without me having to order him a second time. Maybe he was finally getting an idea of the level of shit he was in. I knelt down behind father. I reached up with my paws and gripped a butt cheek in each one. He rumbled aggressively as I started to spread those globes. I pulled my right paw back, extended my claws and slapped viciously at his ass. “YEOOOL!” He screamed. A red paw shaped welt appeared on his right cheek, five bloody claw marks accentuated the effect. “That’s enough of that!” I’m the Alpha Lion here today and you’re here for me to use however I see fit.” I said. I could sense the vibration of an upcoming growl, but he cut it off. That’s better.” I added as I traced the paw print with my index claw. He winced but didn’t pull away. Of course the gods didn’t have blood like mere mortals. Although it was red like blood it was actually ichor, which contained the life force of the immortals. My tongue flicked out and licked at the ichor that was seeping from the mark left by my thumb claw. A surge of energy flowed into me, which almost knocked me onto my ass. An energy pulsed through my veins that I’d never felt before. I licked at the claw print from my index finger. This time I was prepared for it. I braced myself as the energy caused my extremities to tingle. I repeated it with the last three claw marks. The tingle went the whole way through my body all the way to my balls. My cock was erect, the barbs stiff and flared out. And it was THROBBING. I needed to bury it to the balls soon. I spread his cheeks again and brought my tongue to his tight virgin tailhole. His tail slapped down to cover it. I didn’t even think about what I was doing, I just bit down hard on his tail. He grunted in pain and quickly pulled his tail to the side. I grabbed it in my right paw and threw it over my shoulder to keep it out of the way. I was amused by his subconscious attempts to keep me from deflowering him. They would be to no avail, I was going to be the one to pop his cherry. I brought my tongue back to his puckered little anus and ran it the whole way up. He flinched, but I lapped at it until he involuntarily pushed back against my tongue. I reached under and gently caressed his huge low hanging balls. The balls that made me… Despite my anger he was still my father and I planned on draining those balls several times. A little pain… A little pleasure… I thoroughly intended to have him purring like a contented kitten by the time I was finished. An effect of the ichor on my body was that I was drooling precum. There was already a puddle of it on the floor. I brought my right paw to my dick and coated it with precum. I brought my dripping middle finger to his saliva coated sphincter. Making sure that I had my claw retracted I tested his receptivity. Of course he instinctively clamped down hard. I slowly circled my pre slickened finger tip around that tight ring of muscle, just barely touching it. As I teased it it slowly started to relax. After a minute of this sphincter massage I felt he was relaxed enough so I popped my finger in to the first knuckle. He clamped down on it but quickly relaxed again. “That’s it Father. Just relax and accept the inevitable…” I said, wiggling the tip of my finger inside of him. “This is going to be mine soon.” I added with chuckle. “You little Bastard!” He said. But there was a hint of laughter in his voice. “And it’s because of you that I’m a Bastard.” I reminded him. I took the opportunity that that exchange gave me to pop my finger in to the second knuckle and when I felt no resistance I eased it the rest of the way in. I found his prostate and ran the tip of my finger over it gently. He whimpered as he submitted completely to my invading finger. I gently massaged it, eliciting moans of pleasure. He wiggled his ass on my finger trying to keep it where it could give him the most pleasure. “That’s right Father. I’m gonna have you begging for it before it’s all over.” I thrust my finger in and out a couple of times. “It’s gonna feel so much better when I nail you with the real thing.” And that was gonna be soon. I pulled my finger out. I’d normally stretch someone out with at LEAST şişli travesti two fingers. For a mortal Lion I have a HUGE cock. It’s almost a foot long and balls the size of pomegranates. Which isn’t surprising since I’m over eight feet tall and am carrying almost five hundred pounds of pure muscle. In all these aspects I took after father. And I also got my sex drive and my will to dominate others from him. I didn’t want him to stretch out too much. I definitely wanted him to feel it when I jammed my cock up his virgin ass. He was bent over the back of the couch. He was even taller than I was. I mean he was the King of the gods, of course he’d be larger than his son born of a mortal Lioness. I spread his legs wide to get his ass down to the proper height. I gripped his hips in my paws to control him. I moved my hips forward until my dripping cock was sliding between his ass cheeks. It was the moment of truth. For the first time ever a mortal Lion was going to fuck a god. I positioned him so I was sliding right over his pucker. I dipped my knees until the bristling seeping head of my dick was lined up with Father’s virginity. Then I straightened my legs and drove a foot of thick barbed Lion cock into the King of the gods. When I bottomed out I ground it as deep as I could shifting my weight from one hind paw to the other to seat it balls deep. Father gasped as the thrust knocked the breath from him. He quickly caught his breath and cried out, “FUCK! Why’d you do that?” “Shhh…” I said. “You don’t want them to figure out that you’re being my pussy, do you?” He shook his head no in panic, his massive mane straightening out from the centrifugal force. I pulled out and slammed it back causing father to let out an “Oomph!” from the impact. I pulled back again and as I viciously jammed it back in I grunted out. “This is for letting your wife make me kill my family!” I continued to thrust as hard as I could and with each thrust I reminded him of the abuse that I’d taken from his wife. The abuse that he’d refused to protect me from. After about a dozen brutal thrusts the grunts turned to a moan… I ground my groin against his ass rubbing my member against his gland, causing him to moan louder. I reached around and felt his cock. It was rock hard and soaked in pre. Not surprisingly he was even larger than I was. It was about fourteen inches and even thicker in proportion to what mine was. His head was bristling with stiff barbs. I used his own pre to lube him up as I stroked his cock. His moaning intensified as I stroked him and ground my long thick cock against his prostate. I rubbed my muzzle against the side of his neck and said softly in his ear. “I think my father has a soft subby side that he’s been hiding. Maybe you need to just surrender. It’s not good to keep up a charade for all of eternity. Maybe even the King of the gods needs to surrender to his needs occasionally. I can be your dom and no one will ever need to know.” I said with a condescending smirk. “Never.” He said with his mouth, but there was no conviction in it. I had no doubt in my mind that I’d tame him. I continued to thrust into him firmly, making sure my cock was constantly in contact with his prostate. My right paw slid up and down his massive barbed shaft. Each time he spurted pre onto the side of the couch his sphincter clamped down on my member pulling me closer to dumping my load into Father’s virgin ass. I could tell he was right up against the edge so I squeezed his cock blocking his orgasm while I jammed in one last time. “AAArrghhhhh!” I cried out as my balls slammed up against my body as I exploded into Father, marking him as my sub. I moaned as I shot six or seven huge jets of Lion cum into Father before collapsing onto his back. “Why did you have to do that?” He asked. “I was almost there!” “Do what?” I asked innocently. “Why did you have to squeeze it. I was just about to cum!” “Haven’t you figured it out yet Father? This isn’t about you. This is about me.” I said spitefully. “You’ve never once worried about my well being since the day I was conceived. “OK. So you’ve fucked me. You can leave now.” He said dismissively. “NO! NO! NO! NO! The party is just getting started. One fuck doesn’t even begin to make up for the things that harpy put me through!” I exclaimed. “Get on your back on the couch and spread you legs for me.” He grumbled quietly and then complied with my request. I crawled between his legs and positioned myself so my cock was laying on top of his. Then I put my paws under his knees and pushed them back until his balls were right up under my cock. I started thrusting between his balls and against the base of his cock. By doing this I was able to control just how much stimulation he was getting and I was able to keep him right on the edge. This technique was always such a visual high when I did it to other mortal cats who had much smaller balls than I had but it was a much bigger thrill to watch my cock slide between the monster set that Father had. He didn’t like being dominated by anyone, let alone a mortal and his son to boot. But he had no idea of what I had in store for him. I was nearing my apex. I let his legs fall to the couch as I grabbed my cock and started stroking it. I worked my way up Father’s body toward his face. “Don’t you dare…” He yelled but it was too late. The first shot of spooge hit him right on the nose, the second on his lips and the third managed to hit his eye. After that I lost track of where I hit him. But when I was done it was all over his face and mane. “YOU FUCKING LITTLE BASTARD!” He roared in anger. It was probably the most humiliating moment of his life. I’m sure he’d done it to others before, but that just didn’t happen to the King of the gods. “Calm down Father.” I said with laughter in my voice. “That voice sounds so out of place from someone who’s face is painted in mortal Lion cum… You’re in no position to be giving orders.” He lay there fuming. He was furious but he knew I was the boss at least for now. “But you are in a great position to clean off my cock.” I said the sneer in my voice was palpable as I pushed my cock forward toward his muzzle. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me!” He roared as his rage boiled over. “Do I look like I’m kidding?” I said as I rubbed the head of my cock against his lips. He rolled his eyes and opened his muzzle. He quickly sucked all of the spooge out of my cock and any that was still trapped in my barbs. I put my paw on the back of his head and bobbed it up and down my deflating shaft. Finally I pulled out and lay on the couch next to Father. While it was officially a couch it was almost as wide as a large bed. Father practiced quite a bit of his cockmanship on this couch, but in the past he was the one that was the top. “It’s about time we had a little bit of Father/Son bonding. Don’t you think?” I asked and he just grumbled. “I’m serious this is the first time we’ve ever done anything together…” I added. “I don’t know why you would think that a busy god would have time for “bonding experiences” with all of his children by mortals.” He said with a snarl. “Well most gods don’t have to have their mortal children save their asses from the giants now do they.” I countered as I touched his nose with my finger. Again he just grumbled. He was laying on his side facing me. My cum was all soaked into his fur and some of it was dripping onto the couch. He still hadn’t cum yet so his erection was still hard and bristling with barbs. I ran my paw up and down it a couple of times. “Despite you being such an uncaring father, that’s one hell of an impressive cock you’ve got there.” I said truthfully. “You should be thankful. It looks like you take after me in that department. In fact you look an awful lot like me everywhere. Just a more mortal size…” He said as he reached down and took my now flaccid cock into his paw. That was all it took to wake my erection back up. I’d always had a high libido and it had been supercharged by ingesting Father’s ichor. I wondered if his other bodily fluids had the same effect… I was in a mood to find out. I sat on the couch with my feet on the floor, and my erection pointing to the ceiling. “OK Father. Time for you to ride my cock.” I chided. “For fuck’s sake! Can you get any more humiliating than that?” He asked in total disbelief. The thought of fucking himself on my cock was even worse than me fucking him. He would be actively debasing himself to a mortal instead of being passively abused by me fucking him. “I’ll be trying to figure out something more humiliating while you ride me.” I said sticking my tongue out at him as he crawled onto my lap. He straddled me face to face and slowly lowered himself onto my renewed erection. He was obviously very inexperienced as a bottom, I mean I’d just taken his cherry less than half an hour ago. I made sure I tilted my hips so he was jamming his prostate against my cock as he rode me. His eyes got big the first time I hit his gland. Soon I didn’t have to aim for it, he was making sure he hit it on his own. Father was moaning as he bounced up and down on my cock. He was facing me so he didn’t see Ganymede enter the room carrying a tray with an amphora of nectar, one of water and another of wine. Also on the tray were two drinking cups. In another bowl was ambrosia and some bread to spread it on. Father was blocking my view since he was taller than me and sitting on my lap. But fortunately Ganymede came into the room from a side door and I able to see him off to my right. He stood there with his muzzle agape. I’m sure the last thing he ever expected to see was someone fucking his master, the King of the gods. Let alone Zeus fucking himself on someone’s rampant cock. He almost dropped the tray, but caught it at the last moment. I winked at him. I could tell right away why Father had abducted him. He was a handsome cheetah frozen forever as a sixteen year old youth. He was lithe, graceful and exotic, a combination of which that would even make a dead cat cum. I decided right then and there that I was going to fuck him. Father wasn’t going to approve but to fuck his little cup bearer right in front of him would humiliate him even more than fucking him would. But right now just the sight of him was pushing me over the edge. Father was fucking himself with my cock ravaging his prostate. A burbling stream of precum was oozing out of his piss slit as his big balls pulled up tight to his body, a harbinger of the massive orgasm that was imminent. I bent my muzzle down toward his leaking cock. I took it into my muzzle which was enough to make Father erupt like Santorini into my eager muzzle. I’d had a feeling that not only his blood was invigorating, but his other bodily fluids would be as beylikdüzü travesti well. And I was right. As I swallowed torrent after torrent of Father’s potent semen it was like I’d been hit by a thunderbolt. A surge of energy that my mane standing on end pulsed through my body every time he fed me more of the potent fluid. All of my muscles tensed up almost to the point of cramping and my balls exploded. Pulse after pulse of semen pumped into Father’s rectum then ran down my shaft and down my balls onto the couch. Ganymede just stood there with his muzzle open staring as the King of the gods let a mere mortal mark him. That left me invigorated and exhausted all at the same time. But mostly it made me thirsty. And hungry when I thought of it. And fortunately Ganymede was there with a tray of the food and drink of the gods. But Father still didn’t realize he was there. “Damn did that leave me hungry and thirsty.” I said licking my lips. “I don’t see why. I gave you plenty to drink there.” He replied smugly. “I can call for a servant to bring you some bread and wine.” “There’s no need of that. Your little Cheetah cup bearer is here with what appears to be a divine lunch…” I trailed off as he turned in shock to see his personal little fuck toy staring slack jawed at the scene before him. “Ganymede it’s not what it looks like… How long have you been watching…” “He saw the whole thing.” I said and roared out in laughter. “But you can’t eat and drink that. Those are reserved for the immortals!” He protested. “Well maybe it would be a good thing to start me on my way toward immortality. That way I’ll be a much more formidable challenge for the Giants.” I said grinning at his confusion and discomfort. By now my erection had receded and pulled out of his once tight asshole. He got off of my lap and sat beside me on the bed, his now gaping hole leaking copious amounts of my seed onto the bed. Ganymede grabbed a tripod and placed the tray on it. Then he looked at Father for instruction, obviously confused by the situation. “Don’t look at him. I’m the one in charge today.” I said with mirth in my voice while Father glared at me. But he didn’t argue the point. “You can serve us then you can join us. But first I think I need cleaned up.” “THAT’S FUCKING GOING TOO FAR!!!! HE’S MINE.” He roared at me. “Father… Father… Father… How many times do I need to remind you who’s in charge today. I’m sure he’s not an innocent virgin. My guess is that he cleans your cock every time you bugger him with that huge weapon of yours. And I’m sure being immortal he tightens up again after you finish with him.” Father puffed up like a wineskin that looked like it was going to explode then realized that he had no recourse and deflated like a wineskin that had a leak in it. “That’s better.” I said and I put my paws on Ganymede’s shoulders, guiding him to my flaccid member. I’d never been with someone as young and diminutive as a Cheetah before. His tongue delicately flicked out, targeting every larger glob of semen that was captured on my barbs. I’m sure he was tasting plenty of Father on me too. Soon my Lion’s pride was rising again. After he’d gotten all the larger globs of semen off of me he took me all the way into his muzzle. He was obviously experienced at taking Father’s massive manhood all the way down so he had no trouble with mine. By the time I was clean I was hard as a rock again. But I let him up and said, “Why don’t you go ahead and serve us.” He stood up and turned to the tray. He grabbed one of the cups and filled it half with the strong wine of the gods and then filled it the rest of the way with nectar. He went to place it in front of Father as protocol would seem to demand, but I waved for him to serve it to me. He looked at father who just nodded in disgust. He put it in front of me and poured the same for Father. “I need to get a cup for me. I’ll be right back…” Ganymede said as he turned to get it. But I reached out and grabbed his wrist. “There’s no need. You can share mine.” I countered with a leer. I pulled him over to me and sat him on my lap. “No he can’t! He doesn’t take it neat like an adult Lion. He’s still a youth and Cheetahs are notorious lightweights when it comes to holding their wine. They take it diluted with three parts water!” Father added almost apoplectically. “Relax Father. Maybe it’s time he grew up a little and experienced new things…” I said as I sized Ganymede up thinking how good he would look riding my cock. Then I turned to Father and gave him a look that made it obvious that I would broach no argument. I took a sip and my eyes went wide! The wine was stronger than anything made by mortals, but that wasn’t what shocked me. The nectar was having a similar effect on me as the ichor and semen had. The surge of energy was palpable as it seemed to go directly into my bloodstream, unlike any type of human drink. And it seemed to pull some of the alcohol into me along with it. Fortunately I have a high tolerance for alcohol, something I’m sure Ganymede didn’t share with me. I put the cup to his lips and he spluttered since he wasn’t used to such potent alcohol. I pulled it away for a second to let him get his breath so he wouldn’t choke on it. Then after he regained his composure I put it back to his lips again and tilted it up. He thought I was going to pull it back down, but I kept it tilted up so his only option was to let it flow around his lips and down his chin or to continue gulping it. Father glared at me but didn’t say anything. After he downed half the cup I finally removed it from his lips. He gasped, trying to regain his breath. I brought the cup to my muzzle and took a few good swallows before bringing it back to Ganymede’s muzzle. I kept it to his lips until he finished the rest of the cup. I refilled the cup while he coughed from the strength of the wine, then I brought it back to his lips. Father glared at me but I held it to Ganymede’s muzzle until he’d finished a third of it. I didn’t want him to pass out, I just wanted him to be drunk enough to not have any inhibitions. He was well on his way to that now. But I was interested in food now. The bread was just bread, but the ambrosia was what I was interested in. It had the texture of a soft spreadable cheese, but it was like nothing I’d ever seen before. It didn’t have a color, or should I say it didn’t have just one color. The color seemed to change depending on what angle you looked at it from. I moved my head from side to side trying to determine what color it really was. “Your mortal mind can’t fathom it Son.” Father said with a chuckle. “Your mortal taste buds won’t be able to comprehend it either…” That had me curious so I spread some of it on a piece of bread and took a bite. It tasted wonderful, but like nothing I’d ever tasted on Earth. It tasted of colors, of odors, of sounds and even of feelings all at the same time. I don’t know how long I chewed on it. Time just seemed to stand still then all of a sudden I snapped back into time. I shook my head to clear it. “Not bad.” Father said. “I’ve never seen a mortal handle it so well. Most of them go mad. I guess that being my son helped you out some with that.” I didn’t bother responding, I just took another bite. I again went through all the sensations, but this time time didn’t stand still and I remained fully aware. But I could feel my body changing. I was getting stronger from the inside out. I finished the whole slice and washed it down with the remainder of the wine. Ganymede giggled at me. He was right where I wanted him to be, more than mildly intoxicated. I moved back onto the couch pulling him with me. When I was in the center of the couch I lay back, pulling him on top of me. That would work better at first since I was over eight feet tall and over 500 pounds and he was less than five feet tall and less than 100 pounds. To my surprise the strong drink had made him horny as well as giddy. Without me even asking him, he straddled me and guided my rampant twelve inches to his snug little pucker. He slowly eased onto my boner until his tight little bubble butt was resting against my pubes. He grinned a sloppy little lopsided grin and started to bounce up and down on my erection. He knew just what he wanted. He was making sure that I prodded his prostate as he rode me. His tiny little cock was just peeking out of his sheath as pre dribbled out of it. I glanced over at Father, who despite his humiliation at me buggering his personal little fuck toy, was stroking his huge cock as he watched. I rolled Ganymede onto his side. “I think there’s room for two in here.” I said to Father with a wink. Ganymede was too drunk to realize just what was going on, but Father definitely wasn’t. He just grumbled aggressively as he eased himself onto the couch behind the tight little teenage Cheetah. I felt the head of his cock against the underside of mine as he pushed into the already overstuffed Cheetah. Ganymede gasped as he was stretched beyond anything he had ever experienced before, but being an immortal pleasure boy he soon stretched enough to accommodate the addition of Father’s massive cock. It was beyond stimulating to feel the underside of Father’s cock rubbing against the underside of mine. I don’t know what was more of a turn on, fucking this immortal icon of feline teenhood or sharing a tight hole with the King of the gods… Soon Father seated his cock in his little catamite, his huge balls nestled up against mine. Since Ganymede barely came up to my chest, Father and I were face to face. For one of the first times ever he grinned at me. It was really the first time we’d ever done anything together. I pulled out and as I pushed back in Father pulled out. Soon we had a rhythm going alternating our thrusts. Ganymede’s head was caught between our chests, our chest fur muffling his moans. Soon I noticed that he was licking and sucking on my chest fur, my guess was that he was being overcome by my and Father’s musk. But there were more important things to worry about than the insignificant little Cheetah between us. I reached up, hooked my paw behind Father’s head and pulled his muzzle to mine. I thrust my tongue in between his lips and laid siege to his muzzle as we continued to ravage his drunk little fuck toy. I was still the one in charge, and I was hoping to build this into a permanent role. He seemed to be submitting more and more willingly each time I took charge. Ganymede had now taken my nipple into his muzzle and was nursing on it. It seemed like a direct link between my tit and my balls which started to tingle. I broke the kiss with Father and looked him in the eye. He understood what I was meaning and gave me a grin and a nod. We picked up the pace as we neared our orgasms. I istanbul travesti took a couple more thrusts, seated myself balls deep and came violently into the little Cheetah’s wrecked rectum. Father slammed in right after me and as he started to cum I could feel his load as it pulsed through his urethra on the underside of my cock. Our balls were together as they emptied themselves into our mutual conquest. Surprisingly it was the first real bonding experience of our lives together. It was only then that I realized that Ganymede was struggling between us. We’d kinda forgotten all about him but he was suffocating by being trapped between over half a ton of Lions. I pulled back and he gasped for breath. I pulled him up and laid him back on the couch, buns up kneeling so our spooge wouldn’t leak out so quickly. I got onto my knees behind him and ran my rough tongue over his abused tailhole. I lapped up the semen as it was escaping. Some of it was mine, but most of it was Father’s and I didn’t want to waste any of his divine fluids. With each swallow I could feel his divinity flowing into me, energizing me with the echos of the immortality of the gods. It drained out rapidly as Ganymede’s body regained it’s shape rather quickly, squeezing our spooge out as it rebounded. I hadn’t realized how much it was affecting me until I could feel my cock harden and my need to fuck something surged. Father was there chuckling as he watched but he wasn’t ready for what happened next. I sprang onto him and with my surprise attack I was able to roll him onto his belly before he had time to react. I pulled his tail out of the way and guided my throbbing cock into his tailhole. I forced it in and started fucking him brutally. But to my surprise after only a slight resistance he tilted his ass up and surrendered to my attack. He moaned in complete submission as I plowed into places that only I’d ever been before. Places that I would more than likely be the only one to ever explore. My balls slapped smartly against his as the pace picked up. I reached around to find that his huge Lionhood was rock hard and dripping. “It looks like you really do have a subby side Father.” I chided him. “And that need’s to stay between you and me.” He growled. “Don’t worry Father your secret is safe with me. As long as you stay my subby little bitch when were alone.” I replied. He didn’t respond but from his silence I concluded that he agreed. His pride made the matter hard to vocalize. I stroked him and soon he started to cum in my paw. His sphincter clinched down hard on my cock as he came bringing me with him. I collapsed on his back as my cock twitched again and again as I seeded the body that had sired me. The two of us lay in exhaustion, my cock still in his ass as we both tried to catch our breath. But for the first time in our lives there was a change in our relationship. I realized that he would never let the cunt abuse me again. After a minute or two my erection subsided enough that it popped out and I rolled off of Father and lay facing him. “I’m really sorry I was never a Father to you when you needed me. Maybe we can start over.” He said to me. “That would be nice. Maybe we can do some father son things in the future.” I replid. “What kind of father son things?” He asked, his curiosity piqued. “Like DPing some of the minor goddesses.” I replied winking at him. “You definitely are my son.” He replied and then roared out in laughter. Incest, Father/Son, Father, Son, M/M, M/M/m, Lion, Cheetah, gods, mortal, Ancient Greece, oracle, oral, anal, virginity, DP, Double penetration, deep penetration, deflowering, N/C, Non-consensual, Nonconsensual, domination/submission, size, size queen, size difference, barbs, balls, cock, sheath, rimming, felching, cherry, resistance, orgasm denial, immortality, frottage, frotting, bukkake, fluffing, reverse cowboy, alcohol, intoxication, musk Apollo I walked into Apollo’s Temple. He was sitting on his throne waiting for me. As I approached him he asked accusatorily, “So Brother what have I ever done to you for you to single me out for rape?” “You’ve never done anything to me. In fact you’re my favorite big brother. My sexiest too. I also know you have plenty of experience with other males. I wasn’t thinking about rape as much as the two of us having a good time together.” I replied with a wicked smile and a wink. “You are my type.” He said in a seductive voice. “I love older masculine muscle studs, but being a god I rarely get to enjoy them.” He was older than I was, but being a god he was physically stuck at about 25 years old. A Lion in the prime of adulthood and the epitome of male beauty. A Lion that had my balls tingling and my passion levels at an all time high. And from the tent in his chiton it was beginning to seem like the feeling was mutual. I walked up to him and he stood up from his throne. We were standing face to face. I gripped his mane in my paw and pulled his muzzle toward mine. When our lips touched his parted inviting my tongue in. I didn’t give him time to change his mind. I slipped my tongue into his muzzle. Our tongues entwined and our erect cocks, though still encased in our chitons ground against each other. I continued to take the lead. I bent him backward supporting his weight. Even though he was a god he was taking the passive role since he was the “younger” of us. I took a huge sniff and I could smell the eromenos pheromones starting to pool in his armpits and pubic hair. I growled possessively as I picked him up and carried him to his bedroom. I set his footpaws on the floor at the side of his bed. He dipped his muzzle under my arm pit. He took a deep breath and let out a contented sigh. It wasn’t until then that I realized just how heavy the erastes pheromones were in my musk. I guess having such a powerful god as my Eromenos was influencing me to produce such powerful quantities of musk. I gripped his mane behind his head and pressed it deep into my pit. He stayed there taking deep breaths letting my musk saturate his senses completely. He started to purr loudly. Then I felt it. His thick barbed tongue ran through my pits. Over and over again he lapped at my pit hair, then pulled it into his muzzle and sucked on it. He was getting higher and higher off of these dominance pheromones. I was obliging him as I pumped out more and more pheromones from the stimulation. I wanted to fuck him and I wanted it bad. He was the epitome of male beauty, Lion perfection personified. And I was going to have my way with him. I positioned myself between his legs and propped them up on my shoulders. He was exposed for the taking and eager to feel me in him. His pucker was winking at me, inviting me in. I aimed my pointed bristling dickhead at it. I stroked my cock one time, causing a spurt of slick pre to splash onto his opening. I moved my hips forward until I touched his sphincter. I watched as I gently pushed in and the head of my cock penetrated my brother. “OOOWWW! TAKE IT OUT! IT’S TOO BIG!” He yelled out, startling me. I wasn’t hurting him. Then he looked at me and winked. It finally dawned on me what he was doing, The rest of the Olympians were all waiting outside the door trying to overhear what was going on. And being the Patron of Theater, Apollo was putting on a show, playing it up for all that it was worth. Despite the yelling and screaming he reached down with his paws and pulled my ass forward until I was balls deep in him. I didn’t bother to take it slow. It was obvious he could handle my size so I started to pound my pud into him. I was fucking him as hard as I could, spurred on by his fake begging for mercy. “I’m not pulling out until I’ve drained my mortal balls in this divine asshole! I guarantee you’ll be begging for it before it’s over. EVERYONE does.” “No! Please I can’t take it anymore!” He roared out in feigned pain. But his paws were still on my ass, urging me deeper and deeper. I could see his cock twitch every time my cock prodded his gland. “DON’T!!! STOP!!! You’re too big!” He cried out then sobbed in agony, all the while pulling me down and forward until we were muzzle to muzzle. I had to shift my hips to keep myself prodding his prostate. My thrusting was now rubbing my belly against his leaking member. With my cock stimulating his prostate and my abs sliding his sheath up and down his rampant erection, he could no longer feign pain. His “DON’T!!! STOP!!!” changed to “Don’t Stop!” followed by a moan of ecstasy. Frottage and bukkake Father was moaning as he bounced up and down on cock. He was facing me so he didn’t see Ganymede enter the room carrying a tray with an amphora of nectar, one of water and another of wine. Also on the tray were two drinking cups. Father was blocking my view since he was taller than me and sitting on my lap. But fortunately Ganymede came into the room from a side door and I able to see him off to my right. He stood there with his muzzle agape. I’m sure the last thing he ever expected to see was someone fucking his master, the King of the gods. Let alone Zeus fucking himself on someone’s rampant cock. He almost dropped the tray, but caught it at the last moment. I winked at him. I could tell right away why Father had abducted him. He was a handsome cheetah frozen forever as a sixteen year old youth. He was lithe, graceful and exotic, a combination of which that would even make a dead cat cum. I decided right then and there that I was going to fuck him. Father wasn’t going to approve but to fuck his little cup bearer right in front of him would humiliate him even more than fucking him would. But right now just the sight of him was pushing me over the edge. Father was fucking himself with my cock ravaging his prostate. A burbling stream of precum was oozing out of his piss slit as his big balls pulled up tight to his body, a harbinger of the massive orgasm that was imminent. I bent my muzzle down toward his leaking cock. I took it into my muzzle which was enough to make father erupt like Santorini into my eager muzzle. I had a feeling that not only his blood be invigorating, but his other bodily fluids as well. Erastes (Man) erastes pheromones Eromenos (Boy) eromenos pheromones Well I’ve been “Jonesing” on an old song that probably has some new relevance since the man who wrote it was awarded the Nobel Prize for literature recently. The song is Lily, Rosemary and the Jack of Hearts. It’s a complete complex story told in a song. I find it amazing how he tells the complex tale in a song. Even though he doesn’t state everything word for word you know exactly what’s going on just from the visual imagery in the song. I chose to post my favorite version of it, one done by folk legend Joan Baez. Dylan was a great song writer but many of his best versions were covers by other singers since his voice is amazingly bad. Here is the link to Lily, Rosemary and the Jack of Hearts. I named one of my litters of Irish Setters after the characters of the song. I’m even toying with writing a furry version of the song, fleshing out the story a bit.

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