Eurystheus was apoplectic. Not only had Hercules retrieved the belt of Ares from Hippolyte, he had decimated the Amazon army and destroyed the palace to boot. There was even a bill for some elephants he had killed. What the hell were elephants?

What made it worse was that, since the last trial was a water torture, Hercules arrived perfectly clean, not dripping with gore and offal as he had previously. The king gazed malevolently at the shining god-man and decided on a new course of action.

"Now, by all rights you should have only one task left but as I reckon it, you failed a couple of times."

Hercules crossed his arms in front of his chest, creating a block of solid muscle that made the king feel weak. But Eurystheus continued.

"The Hydra wasn't killed, you simply buried it."

Hercules growled: "It's immortal."

"Nonetheless. And Augeas, well. I ordered you to clean his stables in a day, not destroy them. I have a lawsuit pending that could cost me a pretty drachma. I'm discounting those two. When you finish this next labor, report back for your next assignment." The king couldn't look Hercules in the eye as he spoke.

The giant walked up the steps to the throne and glowered at Eurystheus. Reaching down, he grabbed the arms of the marble throne and grunting softly, lifted it and the king up to eye level. Eurystheus' knees were crushed between the heavy marble throne and Herc's marble abs, and he felt the giant's manhood stir against his shins. The marble pinged and tinkled beneath the giant's hands but Herc waited, immobile, until Eurystheus met his gaze. He smelled the man's musky breath as Herc spoke between clenched teeth.

"I've had just about enough of you. You tell me everything you want me to do and I'll bring it all back at once. I'm tired of reporting back to this stinky palace only to be sent off someplace else. Let me have your worst and I'll finish it all within a week or you can have me for ten more years. Deal?"

Eurystheus swallowed on a dry throat; his eyes watered and he gagged for air. He could feel Herc's arms throbbing with untapped power as they held the enormous throne with him in it effortlessly in the air. His knees were numb and his feet tingled from the pressure that increased with each breath Hercules drew. Finally he squeaked, "Please put me down."

Herc smiled; he'd never said "please" before. He set the throne down and Eurystheus stole a glance at where the arms had cracked and chipped away under Herc's grip. Herc waited, towering over him, his swelling cock bulging out the leather loincloth right in front of Eurystheus' mouth.

"Alright," the king said, his voice cracking. "Here's the deal. Geryon lives on the island of Erytheia, in the western sea. He has three bodies. He has oxen. I want the oxen. Then, to the south, in Libya, near where Atlas holds up the sky, grow the golden apples of the Hesperides, guarded by a dragon. I want some of those." He felt very bold asking for this, as they were sacred to Athena and no mortal may possess them. If Herc should even survive that, he'd never survive this next. "Then I want you to bring me Cerberus. If you can do all this, and in a week's time, you'll have your freedom."

Without a word Hercules turned and walked out. Calling Iolaus to him, they walked the twenty furlongs to Phalerum, where the ship of hungry crewmen awaited him, fending off all other offers of business. The tide was against them but Hercules manned the oars and rode the pushing waves out to the open sea. The sailors covered his straining muscles with their hands as he stroked, feeling the liquid iron bunch and stretch, and greasing the oars with their come.

They came to the end of the ocean where two mountains, Calpe and Abyla, created a strait between Europe and Libya. Due to rock slides and tidal forces, the strait was too narrow and shallow for the boat to pass through, and Erytheia lay farther out to sea. Hercules considered his options, and dove into the water.

He swam easily through the rough sea between the huge rocks. He had moved earth before, lifting the bed of the Peneus and forcing it through sheer muscle power to flow in a new course. But that was a single river. This was two continents. He smiled and dove.

Gauging the immensity of each rock, he braced himself against Calpe, on the European side. Coiling his great thighs, he kicked off and launched himself against Abyla, skimming just under the surface of the water. He hit the rock where it was thickest, and the huge rock shuddered. Turning quickly, he then shot back across the strait toward Calpe, and rammed his open hands into the thick stone base. Tremors ran out from the impact and shepherd began hurrying their flocks to safety. Hercules picked up the pace.

His thighs gathered their strength and shot Hercules across the strait faster each time. His arms like battering rams hammered into the rocks, carving away small plates of stone with each strike. But his hands dissipated the force through the rock, away from the shattering ground zero of his impact, sending his power more broadly through the rock base, into the immense continents themselves.

At first Iolaus couldn't discern what was going on beyond the inhuman, yet all-too-human beating Herc was dealing out to these stone mountains, but slowly he realized he was seeing more and more sky between them. The western ocean on the far side of the strait was lower than their sea and water started to surge between the rocks. The undersea tremors caused the boat to rock as Herc continued his battery, and suddenly the gap was noticeably wider. Still Herc kept on pounding, launching and smashing into the stone-and then there was quiet. And no Hercules.

Fearing something impossible had happened while the man-god worked the impossible with his muscle power, the ship rowed closer, into the strait that was almost wide enough for the oars at full spread. Not far beneath the churning surface they could see Herc's hair waving in the water. Then they heard a terrible roar, the fury of earth uprooted and shoved around like the weakling it was.

Hercules grabbed the base of Abyla and braced his feet against the base of Calpe where they met at the bottom of the strait. His biceps bloated with surging man power, his back gathered like an army of unstoppable gods, he lifted and pushed. Deep underwater crashes carried to the surface and the sailors stood, awestruck, as they watched Abyla move away from them. The entire coastline shook and moved back, and the ship dipped and nearly capsized as water rushed down into the wound opened in the ocean bed. Opened by Herc's hot hands. Bubbles like giant jellyfish rose and brought Herc's straining cry as he let loose his last reserves of air in the thrust that moved the entire continent of Libya away, immensities of rock crushed and shoved aside before his muscle power. The sailors raced about to secure the ship, and Hercules surfaced. "One more time," he said with a grin, and dove back down.

This time he went farther below, into the opening, and putting his hands up under the base of Calpe, began walking over the cracked bedrock with the mountain in his hands above his head. A deafening splintering ran down the mountain and rocks tumbled into the sea along the northern coastline as Herc visibly moved that continent further north than the forces of earth had placed it. More water surged and roared into the breach and the sailors struggled to remain seaworthy in the tempest raised by Herc's brawn. A crack ran up the side of the mountain in zig-zags and Hercules surfaced again, breathing deeply and bellowing his joy. He swam back and climbed aboard.

"Let's get moving," was all he said, before he went back to the stern and fell fast asleep. The sailors kneaded his swollen, aching muscles and Hercules smiled as he slept.

They arrived at Erytheia as the sun set, bathing the island in the redness that gave it its name. The red oxen were ruminating on a hill visible from the coast, and Hercules, club in hand, went straight there. Suddenly Orthus, a two-headed dog, lunged at him from nowhere, the spiked teeth snapping at his face and neck. Orthus was too close to club so Hercules reached out and grabbed each neck as the dog sprang. The two thickly-sinewed throats swelled against Herc's fingers as the mouths snapped vainly at his bulging arms and his paws clawed against Herc's steel-plated chest and belly. Bracing its legs on that body Orthus tried to spring away but Hercules held firm, his fingers digging through the muscle and tightening his grip. His forearms rippled with widening cables of power, a biceps-sized swell just below the elbow evincing the cruel strength squeezing closed the throat of the noble beast. Hercules apologized to the dog, knowing it was only doing its duty, as he crushed each esophagus with his thumb and cracked vertebrae with his fingers. The dog spasmed and foamed, then went limp in the human's outstretched arms.

"You have killed an offspring of Typhos, sire of the Nemean Lion I recognize across your shoulders." Hercules looked over his shoulder at a giant standing behind him. "Sire of the dragon guarding the apples of the Hesperides. Sire of the Sphinx besieging Thebes, the eagle devouring Prometheus' liver, and attacker of Zeus himself. Should Typhos seek revenge against you-"

"I'll crush him as I've crushed his feeble brats. I need those oxen. Yield or die." Hercules was tired of mincing words.

"I'll do neither." And the giant, Eurytion, herdsman of Geryon, swung at Hercules with a fist the size of Herc's head. Hercules caught the fist backhand and whipped the giant's arm around, shattering the elbow. "You'll do both," Hercules snarled. Lifting the howling giant by his broken arm, Hercules heaved with one hand and sent the giant flying over the herd head first into the rocks of Mount Abas. The giant's own weight coupled with the force of Herc's biceps- powered propulsion crushed his thick skull like an egg. Hercules began herding the oxen down to the beach..

While Hercules watched the sailors bored the cattle, the ground beneath his feet shook and turning, he saw Geryon approaching. Geryon was over ten feet tall with three stout bodies joined in one gigantic waist, from which issued three sets of legs and three enormous penises, each slinging huge balls beneath. "You want my oxen? I'll fuck you bloody before you'll take them from me." And his penises began to fill and grow grotesquely larger as he chuckled deep in his hairy chests.

The echo-like laughter disoriented Hercules but he leapt at the giant anyway. Landing in the crotch between two bodies he dug his heels into the giant's hard-muscled waist. Six arms as thick as Herc's waist grappled with him, closing over his head and arms and legs. Those huge arms couldn't pull Herc's legs out and the giant screamed through three mouths at the pain his heels pinched into the muscle. Other arms twisted and pulled on Herc's arms but the god-man's enormous biceps, dense beyond any giant's own thickness, pulled out of their grasp like butter and reaching up, broke the fingers that tried to crush his head. The giant drew back, triple howling and Herc, bracing against the ribs of the central body, pressed the other body away with his arms. Blood burst beneath the skin and the giant clawed at Hercules as against some flesh- eating beetle but Hercules clung and pushed, feeling the hot blood spurt up as the skin stretched and broke open, as the muscles beneath were mastered by his and ripped apart, as the great hips beneath were unsocketed by the pressure. The giant fell the ground, his wound gushing from his one crippled body, and leaving the howling giant there, Hercules washed at the shore, boarded the ship and sailed away.

Libya was now a little farther away than before. Hercules landed and hiked up into the Atlas mountains, seeking the titan himself. Climbing the sheer face of the tallest peak was no challenge to Hercules, who pounded hand holds into the rock and broke away overhangs with muscles that had already dislodged two continents. At the cold, windy summit stood Atlas, on whose shoulders an bulbous, immense blue pillar of adamantine rose up and disappeared into the heavens.

"Brother," called Hercules, his great voice rising through the thin, cloudy air. Hercules could not see his head.

"What do you want?" called the titan, his strained voice resigned to this punishment.

"I need three golden apples. The dragon they say has a hundred heads and as many voices, and is a child of Typhos. I've already killed of couple of Typhos' offspring. If you wouldn't mind, I'll relieve you of your burden and you can bend down and fetch these apples for me, avoiding the dragon altogether. What do you say about that?"

Atlas considered the foolishness of Hercules in making this request. Of course he'd let the heavens crush this tiny man. The mountain could hold up the sky as easily as Atlas could, as it did before he was sentenced to do so. Bending down, Atlas lowered the sky and stepped out, straining to hold it with his gargantuan arms as Hercules relatively minuscule body positioned itself beneath the vault. Herc's arms reach up and felt the weight as Atlas let loose and stretched his aching body out.

"Holy god, this is heavy!" Hercules shouted as instantly sweat broke out all over his body. His muscles screamed and bulged, threatening to rupture beneath the insane weight of Heaven. He steeled his will and contracted his muscles to a density that could shatter Zeus' lightening bolts, but even so his biceps, peaked as high as the mountain he stood on, began to tremble. He ducked his head to set the weight down on his shoulders, taking the load across his broad back and bearing it through thighs that pressed together despite the wide placement of his feet. He looked up, grimacing, and saw Atlas stretching.

"No hurry, brother," Hercules said, and Atlas bellowed laughter that shook the sky on Herc's reddening shoulders.

"Alright, I'll be back in no time." The titan stepped over mountain peaks and disappeared beyond the clouds. It seemed like ages as the weight bore down on its uncrushable support. Herc's breathing began to labor and the sweat continued to drain off him in a stream that trickled down the mountainside. Finally, when his thighs were ready to burst, he felt the pounding of Atlas' feet and saw an immense hand drop three beautiful, golden apples at his feet.

"The dragon couldn't even dent my hide. But you know," Atlas said lazily, "I kind of like being released. I didn't realize this big body of mine could be so light. Like a feather." Atlas jumped up into the wispy air and slammed back down, jostling the mountain where Hercules perched.

"Thanks for that." Hercules looked up and tried to smile. "You know, brother, you do have a raw deal. If you'll deliver those apples for me, I'll relieve you here for a while. Just let me adjust this lion skin as a better pad for my head."

Atlas shrugged and with fingers the size of triremes, he grabbed anew the pillar of heaven and gave Hercules enough room to adjust his pad. Or slip out and down the mountain.

Hercules scooped up the apples and laughed at Atlas. "Looks like you're stuck, brother!" The titan's curses followed him down the mountain as the dizzying sky strained back up onto Atlas' shoulders.

Before he could reach the ship, however, the giant Antaeus blocked his path and demanded the apples for passage. "And a fast fuck." Hercules had had enough.

Hercules dropped the apples and approached the nine-foot tall giant. Antaeus stamped the ground, grinned and charged. With a savage blow he clocked Hercules on the chin and sent him sprawling. Hercules, stunned, shook his head and Antaeus was upon him, trapping Herc's arms with his knees and pounding away at Herc's face. Hercules, seared with unaccustomed pain at another's fists, raised his arms, lifting the huge bulk off the earth, and bucking with his hips sent Antaeus head first into the dirt. A sharp crack signified Antaeus' broken neck. Herc got up and dusted himself off. Movement caught his eye and before he knew it Antaeus was behind him, bending Herc's neck forward in a full headlock. Herc didn't understand but his body reacted nonetheless: his great arms rose and hammered down to break the headlock. But they didn't, and his stomach tightened as Antaeus increased his pressure and Herc felt his vertebrae sing beneath his straining traps. Herc shook his body but that only brought more pain, more pressure on his vein-riddled neck. With a look of helplessness, Hercules tried to flip Antaeus over his back, and the near-ton of Antaeus' body rose off its feet a few inches. That was all, but that was enough for Herc to slip out under the headlock.

Turning, he pummeled his great fists into Antaeus' body, feeling the giant's muscles soften and flattened against the barrage, hearing the ribs splinter, watching the skin redden with trapped blood. Antaeus flopped to the ground and while Herc gasped for breath, watched with amazement as the blood drained away beneath the skin and the ribs seemed to inflate. Antaeus sat up, chuckling, and sprang again. This time Herc jumped into the air and landed his feet against Antaeus' chest, hearing the breastbone snap and driving the giant into the soil. Herc landed with an earth-shaking thud but arose the same time as Antaeus, whose chest again rose with a sickening snap as the giant stretched his shoulders back and bobbed his head back and forth.

"You'll have to come up with better than that, puny man."

Herc put everything into a solid blow that Antaeus dodged. The giant grabbed Herc's shoulders and jerked him backward. Herc's back bulged against the giant's chest--and Antaeus quickly grabbed Herc's wrists. With godlike strength he began to pull Herc's arms behind his body.

Herc's belly crawled. This was impossible, nobody alive could treat the mighty Hercules this way. But Antaeus put one foot into the small of Herc's back and bent him like a bow with agony for an arrow. Herc's biceps, thick as iron poles and slightly peaked even at full stretch, strained to come forward, but Antaeus outmuscled him and Herc felt his biceps fibers began to snap with sharp pings. His chest twitched and writhed and the muscles began to spasm with the ordeal. Antaeus' hands clamped down on Herc's wrists and pain shot up those arms into his tormented shoulders. Antaeus now pulled sincerely, and Herc felt his arms dragged behind him against his will as the giant's foot ground into the cedar-shaped tree of muscle at the base of his spine, mashing those muscles against the bone. Hercules labored, struggled and lost, finally knowing what all those iron bars felt when he twisted them in half; what the god Apollo experienced as Hercules ground him into the dust. For the first time in his life, he was afraid; and his face showed it.

But fear brought a new surge of adrenaline and a life-or-death keenness to his mind. As his arms were outmatched and pulled almost out of their sockets, he let his left arm go limp. Antaeus overbalanced and with the speed of a lion Herc twisted around with his right arm and spun Antaeus' arm around as well. A sickening pop sounded as the bone snapped and tore through the skin of his forearm, and Hercules yanked Antaeus off his feet and kicked him through the air. Antaeus hit a hillside and his weight shook rocks and debris upon him. Hercules stretch out his aching limbs and back and tried to clear his head.

Suddenly a huge boulder flew past Herc's head and dodging he fell to the ground. Antaeus exploded out of the dirt and ran, his broken arm fully healed as his fingers grabbed for Hercules. Antaeus spun Herc around and locked his arms around Herc's mighty chest from behind. Herc reached back and slammed his fists into the giant's head. He could feel the bones shatter, but the giant never let go. The giant laughed and squeezed.

The air blew out of Herc's chest as Antaeus' forearms ground into his pecs. Herc's iron musculature tightened against the power of the giant's arms but it was too late, the giant was already bending Herc's ribs and caving in his sternum. All his thick muscles were no protection against this huge man's unstoppable force. His blows fell weaker onto Antaeus' head as Antaeus picked Hercules off the ground, allowing Herc's mighty legs to kick uselessly against Antaeus' oak-trunks. Antaeus laughed again, hot rotten breath washing over Herc's red, agonized face. Antaeus began to nuzzle Herc's neck, and press his enormous, steel cock against the marble slabs of Herc's ass. Herc felt himself weakening under the dire insistence of that cock, and those bone-cracking arms.

Herc realized who this was: Antaeus, son of the Earth-goddess Gaia. He drew his strength from the earth, was healed by it, and nothing ever known could kill him so long as he could draw his strength from the earth. Well, Hercules drew his strength only from himself, not from some other object or some little god. Hercules had defeated the earth already, redirecting rivers and replacing continents. Herc would simply have to crush the earth yet again.

Hercules grabbed Antaeus' wrists and crushed. The giant met his strength with strength, and bore down on Herc's stressed rib cage. Using his thumbs, he pressed into Antaeus' wrists and sent blinding pain into the giant's head. Antaeus relaxed his grip momentarily, allowing Hercules the moment he needed to sink his fingers into the cords of Antaeus' arms and pry them off his body, twisting the bones beneath his hands.

In an instant his own strength regathered and he grabbed Antaeus around the waist, hoisting him up into the air. Antaeus rained blows on Herc's head and back that would have killed a mere normal man, but Herc didn't waste any time. Grinding the giant's thick belly against the dense slabs of his pecs, pressing his granite biceps into the giant's unprotected intercostals, and digging his fists into the giant's spine, he bent back and held Antaeus perpendicular to the ground. The giant groaned and screamed as he felt his guts compress, and he called out to the earth for help. Gaia responded with an earthquake that toppled trees and leveled hills, but Herc stamped his feet into the cracking earth and rooted himself. Every jolt and tremor he sent up into Antaeus' shaking body, as the biceps of Hercules squeezed his bones into pulp. Slowly Antaeus' reserves of strength began to give way before Hercules' omnipotence. As his hands dug into the giant's back, Antaeus felt his spine bend, his ribs spread apart and bend inward at the same time. Herc's cock rose and tickled Antaeus' sagging balls and flaccid penis, making that penis grudgingly thicken and rise. As he grunted with each terrifying squeeze, Herc nibbled at Antaeus' enormous, brown, erect nipples, flooding the giant's body with pleasure that sang against the screeching of blood pressed up into his head, and the torment of bones rending into slivers beneath Herc's punishing arm strength.

Antaeus' breath became heavy with emotion and the constricting pressure. His limbs grew limp, his vision dimmed, and he roared in confusion at the pleasure and pain Herc was dealing out in irresistible, unrelenting waves. Bending down further, his thighs exploded, launching Antaeus high up into the air. Antaeus' body hung like a rag dozens of feet above him, then descended with gathering force. Herc positioned his enormous phallus and caught the speeding giant firmly up his virgin ass. Antaeus' feet glanced off the ground momentarily, just enough to send renewed power to his sphincter as the pain forced a shattering shriek out his battered chest. But the sphincter simply massaged Herc's massive pole and the muscles tore around Herc's plunging domination. His near-ton bulk supported only by this he-man's cock, Antaeus quivered. Blood mixed with precum dripped down Herc's swelling thighs and he grabbed giant's knees and crushed the bones to keep them from bending toward the earth. Antaeus tried to bend backward, flailing with his arms, but Herc's rigid pole prevented that stress-cracked backbone from moving.

Hercules glared up into his pain-riven eyes, bent on revenge. How dare he make Hercules afraid? Locking eyes, he wrapped his arms around Antaeus' barrel chest. The giant was too large for Herc to get around, in fact Herc's arms went straight back and grabbed his lats. Digging his fingers into the muscle he pulled Antaeus to his chest, pec against pec. Herc's biceps ground their chests together until Antaeus screamed, flailing his hands at Herc's head. So Herc released him for a moment, reached up and re-hugged the giant, this time trapping his arms at his side. Still ramming his meat into his intestines, Hercules squeezed his arms together, punishing the giant's chest with his own armor plating.

Antaeus struggled but couldn't move Hercules' arms away from his sides. Herc's biceps bruised and ruptured the giant's own. Herc continued to try to bring his hands together behind the vast back of the enormous man. With each grunt another bone bent and cracked, and Herc set up a rhythm of pressure that bounced Antaeus on his cock like a rag doll, his near-ton weight still held up by Herc's powerful virility. Herc let Antaeus' broken legs dangle and hit the ground for added torture. With each contact renewed strength and healing surged through Antaeus' body, only to be met with Herc's ferocious, breaking fury.

His arms continued to crush Antaeus' chest cavity but were still feet apart. Antaeus moaned and gurgled as Hercules growled and snarled and squeezed his heart close to stopping. Just when something would burst inside the giant, with no way out as long as Herc's cock plugged the hole, the giant's foot would hit the ground and instantly heal the organ; but the space for it was severely restricted. The giant's heart labored in the narrowing cavity as his torso muscles were pounded into mush. Each press of Herc's arms smashed the giant against his unyielding pecs, which broke bones with each flex. Ribs broke through the skin of his back with wet, frightening splashes, his spine twisted in agony, his foot dragged on the soil and Herc's forearms pressed deeper trenches into his body. Now the god-man's hands were only one foot apart and the giant's belly was bulging obscenely below his narrowing chest. Antaeus wheezed as Herc's muscle forced air out of his lungs and prevented their inflation. Antaeus felt his sternum split and grind together as Hercules joined his hands and leaned back.

Pulling out of Antaeus' ass, Herc shot a geyser of steaming come into the air between the giant's shattered legs, and with a final deep scream that rivaled the earthquake Gaia had attacked him with, he squeezed all life forever out of the hulk. Bones were pulverized and tore apart the skin and gore gushed out of the giant's head and ass onto the earth (and the man-god). Herc pulled his arms toward his chest and flattened the invinceable Antaeus. His spine snapped, the vertebrae separated and broken, and Herc's final squeeze bent the giant double until the back of his head bobbed on his ass.

He held Antaeus over his head, biceps purple and shaking and hot, still streaming come onto the earth that was helpless to save her son, his fingers unconsciously macerating the flesh and bone beneath them. He walked to the cliff overlooking the pounding sea. Herc heaved the body up into the air, and as far as his superhuman sight could tell, Antaeus never came down into the sea but might have gone clear up into the heavens. Never to be resurrected again.

Depositing the apples into the ship's safe, Hercules set sail for Taenarum in Laconia, the entrance to Hades from the Peloponnesus. The sailors cleaned him of the remains of Antaeus and massaged his weary, bruised muscles; massaging their come into his skin as well, for to touch him was to go erect, and soon no man could withhold a worshipful orgasm while embracing the sleeping hulk.

The ship landed and Hercules set out immediately. The entrance to the underworld issued sulphur and steam and wasn't hard to locate. Hercules strode boldly into the cavern and lingering shades fled at the living footfalls. The last man to descend alive was Theseus, a self- styled imitator of Hercules who had tried to abduct Persephone and was held prisoner. Cerberus' howls and bays rang up out of the earth. Hercules followed the sound and stood before the beast, relaxed and ready.

Cerberus' three heads slavered and gnashed their fangs. Snakes grew out of his back and a dragon weaved where his tail should be. He was determined to let no living thing past. "Fine," thought Hercules, "I'm not going past." And stretching the Nemean lion skin around his body to protect against the venomous vipers, Herc leapt high into the air.

Cerberus rose up on his hind feet to meet Hercules but the man descended feet first, smashing teeth and sending the dog skittering. Cerberus whined at the unforeseen attack and quickly regained his footing. He was about to leap again and Hercules clenched his fingers in eager anticipation. Suddenly Pluto arrived with a gust of bone-chilling air.

"Hercules," the god said. "Why are you harassing my dog?"

"Not that I wish to, lord. My master," Hercules answered, frowning, "enjoined me to bring him this dog and that's what I intend to do."

"I can't spare him."

"Then I can't spare you."

Pluto laughed, a deep grumbling, grating sound. "You will kill the god of the dead?"

"You'll fit right in," Hercules grinned.

Pluto raised a hand to smite Hercules but Hercules buffaloed him, driving his shoulder into the god's belly and piling him into the wall. Cerberus leapt at Herc's back but the lion's skin wouldn't yield to the dog's broken teeth. Hercules stood up and pressed his titanic pecs against the god's chest, and began grinding the god into the rock. Wriggling and writhing, Herc grinned into the deathly face as it paled even whiter and gasped for breath. Herc ground and crushed, arms wide as his fingers dug into the rock and his biceps bruised Pluto's arms to the bone. With a single backward kick Cerberus went flying again, snake heads crushing as the dog smashed into the rock face and dropped, unconscious.

Hercules backed away and the god of the dead fell to his knees, coughing and gagging and rubbing his bruised bones. Herc crossed his arms over him and saw his cock had gotten hard in the contest. He gave Pluto one more chance.

"In exchange for your life, I'll take Theseus with me as my dog-walker. Have him brought to me before the mutt wakes up and no further harm will come to you or the realm of the dead at my hands." Hercules waiting, impassive, while Pluto sagged at his feet and feebly waved to an attendant to perform Herc's will.

Theseus rattled up out of the darkness still in chains. Hercules patted him on the shoulder. "I like your style," he said, then gripped the manacles. The iron peeled away with a screech and Theseus was freed. Then Hercules stretched the chains out above his head, doubled them, doubled them again, and then again. Watching Pluto's reaction, he pulled, lats spreading and thickening, and the iron shivered and twisted in his hands until links pulled apart, the iron bending and breaking with sharp pangs against Herc's pull. His fingers closed on the broken links and crushed them together into two mashed balls of tortured iron. He walked over and dropped them in Pluto's lap. "The next time someone comes to imitate me, remember I may not be far behind."

Grabbing Cerberus by the scruff of its central neck, the snakes along its back and tail cowering away from the mighty hand, Hercules led Theseus back into the light and left the shaken underworld behind him.

Now, scarcely four days after his departure, Hercules returned with everything the king had asked for. Red oxen trampled through the palace, three divine apples sat in his lap and a very scary dog sat at Hercules' feet, growling whenever Eurystheus moved. His voice cracked again when he spoke.

"Herc-Hercules, I grant you your freedom." He looked away, fearing the time Athena comes to claim the apples. He had no idea what he should really have been afraid of.

He felt himself floating in the air. This time Hercules lifted the throne with one hand, its massive weight drawing veins out of his forearm and an erotic peak to his biceps but really nothing compared to the weight of the sky. Herc's other arm grabbed Eurystheus like he was a boy and, dropping the throne with a thunderous crack, carried Eurystheus to the wall. Kicking aside the broken chunks of marble throne, he turned Eurystheus around and pressed his body against the stone with one big hand. "Now we'll see who's master to whom."

The king felt sharp lightning bolts of pain as something hard rammed up his ass. His own cock sprang to life at the thought of the man-god, continent-dislodger and giant killer, finally spending his power on his feeble ass. Eurystheus was pressed so tightly to the marble he couldn't move his hands, and his nose went numb against the cold stone. His cock whacked and mashed itself against the wall as well, and disappointingly soon it spurted its meager load. Still the iron shaft rammed into him, over and over until the king's painful erection reasserted itself, and then his rapist shot come up into his quivering intestines.

"Hercules, you are my mast-" he began, then heard an inhuman growl and a release of the pressure. He turned his head and saw Cerberus standing behind him, ready to mount again. He screamed in horror and revulsion as the hell hound came back for seconds.

Locked securely in Eurystheus' bedchamber, furniture piled and broken before the doors, Hercules, Theseus, Iolaus and some other selected men proceeded to smash the king's massive bed into kindling with their wild wrestling and fucking. Hercules holding three men up in his arms, stuffing their cocks in his mouth at once....Hercules piling a daisy chain of men onto his cock and holding them all aloft.... mouths on biceps, heads gently squeezed into armpits, three men struggling to break free of Herc's scissors hold.... and all the palace guards, trying to batter their way into the suite to join these warriors in their orgy. But the doors were closed....