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Ganymede Prince of Troy
by Wolfpek
The eagles endlessly circled Ganymede’s troops during their arduous journey home from a hard-won victory at Achea, a sign some interpreted as a herald of greatness, but which filled him with a sense of impending doom. Ganymede could not shake the feeling that someone, or something was watching him… hungrily. Over the span of centuries artists and storytellers never pictured him correctly. Ganymede was never some epicene soft boy, as seen in so many paintings. Rubens even portrayed him as a chubby bawling baby.
The second son of King Tros of Dardania was formidable warrior and respected military leader by the age of twenty-two, renowned for his numerous conquests, Ganymede was feared by many but respected by all.
Then, of course, there was the unavoidable fact of his staggering beauty.
While he enjoyed the privileges of beauty, and all the women that came with it, Ganymede was too focused to be vain, but he was a bit spoiled by the benefits, and it helped him rise among men as a leader. Ganymede cared for his family and his homeland. These were the things that he would lay down his life for
There was no time to celebrate the decisive victory news had come from Troy. Antenor the priest mage rumored to dabble in dark arts had developed a dangerous unnatural control over Ganymede’s father. He had sent his brother away ostensibly to quell unrest in Macedonia and was ruling behind the throne. The people were groaning under Antenor’s tyranny and cruelty. He had always hated the fey fawning power hungry flatterer. He knew he couldn’t be trusted, but what Ganymede hated even more was the way the old viper looked at him, the way a starving street dog looks at a side of beef. It filled the young warrior with disgust.
Now it seems the sniveling old sycophant had taken over the kingdom, and the people cried for Ganymede to return and save them.
A hush fell over the streets of Troy as Ganymede and his men marched through the city gates, followed by the ever-circling eagles, the people they passed afraid to cheer, for fear of the usurper tyrant’s wrath, saluted and bowed with solemn hope as they passed.
Antenor watched with equal parts hatred and lust Ganymede’s approach from the temple steps. The arrogant stud had been a thorn is his side since birth. The plebs loved him, and he had never been able to control his mind the way he had so easily taken control of his father and brother. The cocky prick couldn’t even be bothered to wear proper clothes, strutting around practically naked as if he were Apollo or Adonis, and worse, he practically was. Ganymede looked like he was carved from the very marble of Mount Olympus.
As Ganymede entered the Temple square, he saw a large obsidian altar had been constructed on the temple steps. A desecration.
Next to the mysterious altar stood the traitorous old pervert Antenor in extravagant jewel encrusted robes, a circlet in the shape of a snake and lecherous smile trying to look warm.
Antenor could not disguise the open lust as he drank in Ganymede’s form.
A small throne, was placed behind Antenor, slumped down upon it was a living drooling skeleton, with glassed over eyes that Ganymede barely recognized as his father.
“My dear boy”
“Silence lecher, I would speak with my father”
“As you see, your father is not entirely himself today. It has been my honor to care for him like my own family, whilst you and your brother have been gallivanting around with your swords”
The dissipated priest bent down whispering into the king’s ear, the king mumbles a reply “The king commands that I speak for him in all things and demands you respect my words as if they were his.”
“The king commands that you must obey me in all things”
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Ganymede stood straight. “I have been away too long. You have taken control of my father’s mind by practicing forbidden dark arts. For what purpose have you built this blasphemous altar?
The oily smile grew wider like a crocodile. “Why it’s for you dear boy, I have made a compact with quite a powerful entity. In exchange for certain new… abilities, I have acquired, it was necessary for me to add this feature, along with some other things this entity desires very much. I had hoped you would find it comfortable. This entity requires a sacrifice. Only the best will do”
Ganymede did not yet understand. His archers raised their bows. With a dainty wave of Antenor’s bejeweled finges. The arrows disintegrated into dust.
“The penalty for practicing the dark arts is death, old worm” Ganymede and his men reached for their swords and began up the steps to destroy the traitor
But Antenor held up a hand
“Oh, do allow me to demonstrate my new abilities. I am certain you will find them entertaining. “With the most epicene lifting of his finger, a blast of magic hit Ganymede like a tidal wave. The young warrior found he could not move or speak. There seemed to be some sort of invisible shield between Ganymede and his men, that they could not cross to come to his aid. The people gasped. How could this great hero be so easily controlled by this sniveling aged insect?
Ganymede felt a mystical power rush over him like a mighty wave. He could feel is heart beat like a rhythmic buzzing in his ears, and sending ticklish rolling from his cock to his under his ribs. It was if he imprisoned somewhere deep within is brain, like at the bottom of a well watching someone else take control of his body
Every part of his being struggled to retake control, but to no avail.
“My poor arrogant young beauty, did you really think that your brute strength could stand against divine power? You are the sacrifice demanded for my absolute rule. I am delighted to pay the price, even if it means I cannot have you myself”
“Behold people of Troy. This great hero that you thought would save you from my iron rule has been contained and is now the sacred offering to my ambition. Your great warrior cannot even save himself, let alone you. ‘Helpless’ how I love the sound of that word when it applies beautiful muscular youths like our gallant prince here. For anyone who dares defy me, behold my power”
Another dainty wave of Antenor’s delicate hand lifted the paralyzed Ganymede off his feet like a leaf floating on the wind
With another delicate twitch of his fingers, they young prince began to sail on the breeze up the temple steps
Until he was laid gently on the obsidian altar. Antenor giggled with glee at his success, his lipless mouth drooling with lust. Prince Ganymede now lay, a helpless and beautiful offering upon the altar. Every cell of his body felt raw exposed, and tender.
Antenor held up a ceremonial dagger and a golden chalice and began to chant in a mysterious and arcane language over the prone beauty.
Antenor lifted the dagger as if he was going to stab Ganymede through the heart. The crowd gasped in terror, but he stopped and still chanting, made an incision into Ganymede’s left pectoral, and let the hero’s blood flow into the cup.
Ganymede’s head turned slowly side to side as if saying no, in a fevered nightmare, but otherwise, he remained paralyzed. Antenor’s hand wafted over Ganymede’s heave pectoral and the wound shimmered into nothingness
Antenor had reached the point in the ritual he had dreamt of for years. Still chanting he knelt his by his victim’s stilled heroic form, holding the golden chalice and took the prince’s heavy thick cock in his hand, stroking it with tender firmness.
“How long I have dreamed of touching you like this”
Antenor had reached the point in the ritual he had dreamt of for years. Still chanting he knelt his by his victim’s stilled heroic form, holding the golden chalice and took the prince’s heavy thick cock in his hand, stroking it with tender firmness.
“How long I have dreamed of touching you like this”
Every cell in Ganymede’s body felt raw, exposed, and so very tender responding to every touch of Antenor’s experts ravishing with violent erotic shock.
Antenor’s mouth closed softly over Ganymede’s taut nipple, and the prone hero could feel the heated sensation down through his center, into his his spasming hole and to the very soles of his feet.
When would this torture end?
Antenor took Ganymede’s cock into his greedy mouth and began to suck. Ganymede’s hips, of their own accord began to buck and undulate. The hero’s body began, involuntarily to writhe and undulate.
Ganymede moaned softly until he exploded into Antenor’s mouth. Knowing he was consuming what was meant for a god, Antenor could not help but take a small heavenly taste and collected the rest into the golden chalice
Ganymede’s body once again relaxed into stillness.
Antenor smiled triumphantly and lifted the chalice and cried: “Come forth oh Thunderer! Accept this sacrifice. Behold! A feast worthy of Olympus!”
Lightening cracked wildly in the air surrounding the temple, thunder crashed and the temple door swung open to revel a cloaked figure that resembled on of the old gods of Egypt with the head of an eagle. It was of course Zeus, the king of the gods
Antenor and the crowd fell upon their knees in awe. Antenor groveled obsequiously. ‘Please my lord Zeus accept this sacrifice from the people of Troy and myself, your humble servant “
The eagle headed god seemed to float with a majestic grace up to the altar. Without taking his eyes off the offering “You have done well, priest.” I am pleased.” The god’s voice seemed to thunder from within all standing witness.
“Oh, great Thunderer, If it please my lord” groveled Antenor “Drink of this chalice. Drink of this sacrifice. A nectar fit for Olympus”
Without averting his gaze from Ganymede’s beautiful form, Zeus took the chalice and hungrily quaffed it down, consuming the victim’s being, and threw the no longer needed chalice to the ground.
Thunder crashed. Ganymede, deep in a fevered erotic nightmare moaned, turning his head away arched his pectorals up toward the god.
The people of Troy were filled with pity and desire for their captured hero
Zeus raised on hand to the sky. Lightening shot directly into the thunder god’s fist and formed itself into a dagger made entirely of light. He brought the dagger down onto Ganymede’s broad chest. Light filled Ganymede’s body and the room. Deep down Ganymede became aware that he had been gifted to Zeus as a sex slave. He was bound to Lord of Olympus for eternity. Ganymede’s body arched and he came copiously
The Eagle head morphed into Zeus’ true grey bearded visage, still wearing a majestic eagle shaped helmet
Zeus roughly grabbed Ganymede by the ankles, flipping the young muscle warrior on his stomach. Antenor rushed to slip a bolster under Ganymede’s hips presenting his perfect round glutes up to the god.
Zeus stood still for what seemed to Ganymede, an eternity drinking in the exquisite form of his new possession. “Now my beauty,” he thundered “You alone will know what it is to be worshiped by a god”, Zeus buried his face in between those heavenly glutes and savored the beauty of his offering. Ganymede’s entire being shivered in response to the intense violation of the divine tongue
The Zeus stepped back for a moment and admired his new possession. “I treasure this unwilling sacrifice, and pity his plight, but I cannot allow such perfection to be wasted in the mud of a battlefield, or wither with age. My seed will grant you immortality. You will take your place on Olympus, young and beautiful for all eternity. As a reward, I shall allow you, every century, to visit earth and enjoy a woman, so that your seed and progeny may continue to grace the earth”.
It felt to Ganymede as if the entire universe thundered through his body as Zeus rammed his divine cock into Ganymede’s hole for the first time.
The people of Troy gasped in pity and lust to see their hero and great hope violated and deflowered.
Zeus was gentle with his new possession, and able to savor the moment. None of his other conquests felt so good around his divine cock. Ganymede now belonged to Zeus entirely. His strength, his will, his beauty now bound to his master for all eternity.
Time does not matter to the gods, no witness among the people of Troy or Ganymede’s own men, could say how long the god of the heavens pounded his aveging rod into he young warrior, but all felt as if they were fucking into his defensless hole
Finally Zeus was sated and pulled out leaving Ganymede’s still and deflowered body on the altar, divine cum leaking from his ravaged hole
“People of Troy. I am grateful for your offering. You have sacrificed the best among you. You relied on him to save you from oppression, but I shall reward you. Troy shall live in peace, wealth and freedom for the next two hundred years.”
Atenor gasped. What could Zeus mean? Troy was meant to be his possession once he has gotten Ganymede out of the way.
With one glance from the Lord of Olympus, the scales fell from the eyes of King Tros, his vigor and strength full restored
“To King Tros in compensation for his son, I gift of a pair of fine horses, "the same that carry the immortals" and so swift they could run "over water and standing airs of grain"
The god turned to the kneeling and quivering Antenor. “As for you, wicked scheming traitor. You have not gifted me anything I could not have simply taken for myself. For arranging this sacrifice, I gift you the most opulent of palaces high in the mountains among the clouds and an army of muscular, beautiful youths, more than you could imagine to serve your every whim, But you have betrayed and enslaved the people of Troy, sought to control noble King Tros and worst of all you have drunk the seed that was mine alone, so you will never have the power that you so crave, and you will never have Ganymede, although you will crave his body until the day you die.”
Atenor was transported immediately to his new palace. King Tros recovered and the people of Troy were, once again, free.
Zeus turned to the altar and flipped Ganymede onto his back and grabbing his slave by the wrist pulled the beauty up into a slumped sitting postion. Ganymede’s head slumed forward, his chin resting on his chest which acentuated the curved muscles of his pecs.
Zeus pulled Ganymede up and threw the helpless young prince over his shoulder
A clap of thunder and a blinding moment of lightening, and Zeus was gone with his new slave.
Zeus reappeared in his chambers on Mount Olympus, with his prize still slung over his shoulder
Zeus threw his new cupbearer down on his great bed spread the young muscular legs apart and entered his undefended hole for the second of countless times to come.
The beautiful young woman let go of his hand. She had been wondering what a golden eagle was doing in the Tuileries, and more why did it seem to be following them. But she had more pressing worries, and she was furious. Trying not to cry she chose sarcasm “That’s quite a story Gan, so you expect me to believe that you’re dumping me because you’re the sex slave of some bronze age deity, and have to return to his bed?”
Gan’s beautiful eyes looked down sadly “Check your bank account”
“What?” “Just check your account. The woman’s jaw dropped in shock. “I don’t understand” she stammered. “Think of it as compensation. You’ll never need to work again. It’s to take care of you, and of course, the child” Her eyebrows furrowed “What child?” “Visit your gynecologist. You will find that you are pregnant. You must keep him, or the money will disappear. It may have been the bronze age, but we also knew about gold. He will grow to be a great athlete, and he will make you proud. I want you to know that I have cherished every moment we have been together.” His kiss made her believe him. The eagle was almost directly over them, She had never seen one up close and had no idea how big these raptors could be. “But it’s time to go. He calls. This is my life. It has always been.” The eagle flapped its wings. It sounded as if it were right in her ear. She turned, not even for a second. When she turned back, he was gone. There was only the eagle staring directly in her eyes with an unreadable gaze. Without breaking eye contact it unfurled its majestic wings and ascended.
