Hercules walked into the village and looked around. As usual the women stared openly why several men gave sidelong glances. Hercules was the desire of women and the envy of many men, both straight and gay. As he strode through the village, Hercules had no idea that his entire life was about to change, and not for the better.

As Hercules strode deeper into the village he came upon the shop of the local blacksmith. He looked around and his eyes rested on the blacksmith himself. Hercules was speechless for this was a man with a body to rival any sported by the Gods themselves. Years of heavy physical labor under the Mediterranean sun had resulted in a tanned hunk of a man. Hercules felt a stirring in his loins that confused and alarmed him, and yet he was intrigued at the same time. The blacksmith smiled and extended his hand towards Hercules and introduced himself as Titus.

Titus invited Hercules to his home for a drink and a place to sleep for the night. Hercules accepted, partly because after weeks on the road a warm bed sounded great, but more because of his growing attraction for Titus. Titus' was on the very outskirts of the village, and there were no other homes nearby. Hercules entered and was surprised to find a wrestling ring right in the middle of the room. There was no furniture at all, just the ring. As he looked at Titus with confusion in his eyes, Titus simply grinned and said that he was fond of wrestling and finding new opponents.

As Titus gave Hercules a goblet filled with wine, Hercules was becoming more and more interested in going a few rounds with Titus. He drank the wine without realizing what it was doing to him. His stepmother Hera had made a bargain with Titus. She had given him an elixir that when given to Hercules, would eliminate his legendary strength and leave him only with his mortal strength. The wine had provided a way to give it to an unknowing Hercules. In return, Titus would completely enslave the half god and take him out of Hera's hair forever. Hercules felt a weird feeling that encompassed his entire body, but quickly dissipated until it was just a memory.

Titus looked at Hercules and motioned towards the ring. Hercules simply nodded his head and climbed into the ring with Titus right behind him. Hercules looked at Titus as they both went to opposite corners. Hercules realized Titus was more then just big. He was huge, and his muscles were well defined with veins popping. Hercules knew that his own strength would be able to handle Titus with ease, but in the desire for sportsmanship Hercules decided to let Titus get in a few shots. Titus simply smiled at Hercules, knowing that Hercules fate had already been sealed and that Titus would have the thrill of watching Hercules fall.

The two combatants agreed that it would be a fight to submission match. As they began to circle the ring looking for an opening Hercules couldn't help but be impressed by the confidence of Titus. Many men had faced Hercules and they had always had looks of concern in facing Hercules; Titus seemed to not have any concerns. Hercules would enjoy putting Titus in a few holds and show him that Hercules was an opponent to be feared and respected. The combatants locked up in a test of strength. Titus felt the strength of Hercules as his body felt the effects. His knees started to buckle and his arms felt like they were going to be torn off. The elixir running through Hercules body was doing its job, though it was taking time for it to completely neutralize Hercules God like strength.

Hercules meanwhile was having questions of his own. He was applying all of his strength and Titus was still holding his own, though barely. Hercules couldn't understand, he had had fights with guys much bigger then Titus and yet Titus was resisting successfully. Hercules had enough of this, so he shoved his knee into Titus' midsection, causing Titus to release his grip and bend over trying to catch his breath. Hercules then slammed his arms into the lower back of Titus. Titus went down to one knee. Hercules went behind Titus and slammed his fist onto the back of Titus' head. Titus dropped down to both knees reeling in agony. Hercules then put Titus' neck in a headlock and squeezed with everything he had. This had turned from a playful wrestling session into a real struggle for supremacy. In the meantime Titus was beginning to see stars. As grayness began to take over Titus reached over and grabbed Hercules balls in his hand and squeezed.

Hercules was caught off guard by the desperation move of Titus and let out a yelp of pain. Titus squeezed harder knowing that Hercules was beginning to feel the full effects of the elixir. Hercules released his hold in order to remove the death grip on his balls. That was the wrong thing to do since it let Titus put his full force into the squeeze move. Hercules felt pain like he had never experienced before. He went on his back whimpering for Titus to release the hold. Titus did release the hold in order to get his breath, not because of Hercules' pain or pleas. Hercules started to get his wits back together as Titus got his breath back. Hercules was standing on wobbly legs as Titus turned to face him. He had a smile on his face that chilled Hercules to the bone.

Hercules managed to kick Titus in the stomach and follow up with a series of punches to his head. The elixir had by now finally stripped Hercules of his strength advantage though and Titus was able to weather the storm. Titus had built his strength up over many years of hard work, while Hercules had been born with the strength of a God. Titus stood up and pushed Hercules into the ring ropes. He grabbed Hercules by the neck and put his face right in the face of Hercules and screamed that Hercules was going to experience pain, as he had never done before. Hercules was helpless as he felt the spittle from Titus hit him in the face.

Titus grabbed Hercules and put him into a back breaker and proceeded to cause Hercules pain. Hercules hands were flailing around in desperation. The screams coming from Hercules mouth attested to the pain that the former half-God was feeling. Titus grew bored with the back breaker so he threw Hercules to the mat. He proceeded to roll Hercules to his stomach and proceeded to put him into a bow and arrow. Hercules was unable to break free of this hold and the pain in his back continued to grow. Hercules was becoming afraid that this guy would break his back. Titus once again released the hold and Hercules was again thrown to the mat. Hercules tried to pull himself to the ring apron in an attempt to get out of the ring. He had to get out of here or else he was done for.

Hercules almost made it to the edge of the ring before he felt him being pulled back into the ring by Titus. Hercules just lay in the middle of the ring while Titus stood over the former champion. Titus ripped the toga off Hercules leaving the fallen hero in just his white briefs. Titus began to use the ripped toga as a weapon to choke Hercules with. The sight of Hercules at the mercy of another man was truly a sight to behold. Titus threw the toga out of the ring and straddled the exhausted body of Hercules. He lifted Hercules from the mat and pressed him up above his head like a barbell. Hercules was screaming for mercy but Titus still had plans of further humiliation for the fallen hero. Hercules was thrown to the mat like a sack of dirty laundry.

Titus put a figure four lock on the legs of Hercules who by now was in a world of pain that he had never known before. The screams of agony and look of pure terror in his eyes told the whole story. Hercules had never felt this kind of agony before. Tears streamed from his eyes and spittle fell from the side of his mouth. Titus released the hold and dragged Herc up to his feet. Hercules eyes were rolling into his eyes and his head was lolling back and forth. Titus then put Hercules into a bearhug that threatened to break Hercules in two. Hercules screamed for mercy and started to beg. Titus looked into the defeated hero's eyes and saw that Hercules would do anything for the torture to end. Soon, Hercules would be totally his.

Hercules was dragged to the bedroom where he was tied spread eagle to the bed. Herc's eyes looked terrified as he saw Titus approach with two small clamps. He started to struggle but to no avail. Titus attached the clamps to Hercules nipples and the howls from Hercules echoed throughout the house. After ten minutes of being pulled the nipples of Hercules were swollen and bloodied. Titus removed the clamps and untied the fallen heroe. Hercules just lie there totally at the mercy of his tormentor. Titus turned Hercules over and inserted his dick into the virgin ass of Hercules.

Hercules felt like his ass was being ripped open, and then he realized what was happening. He was totally unable to prevent his own rape….but then he began to realize that this was what he wanted. He had spent his whole life protecting others from harm that he had never had time to find what he needed. He was at the mercy of a stronger man then himself…he had found someone who could dominate and control him. At this point Hercules began to lift his ass up so that Titus could more easily screw him. As Hercules began to feel the ecstasy coming upon him he knew he had found his place. He was finally home.