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Mount Olympus was beautiful in the summer.
Acastus leaned back in his deck chair and closed his eyes against the glare. If an artist were to paint this paradise, he thought to himself, they would need only three colors: blue for the brilliant sky, gold, for the eye-splitting sun, and white, for the blinding marble deck he and his fellow heroes were laid out on to enjoy it.
A bell chimed from somewhere behind him, and he grinned as pleased murmurs broke out amongst the crowd. There was another reason he was starting to like the color white.
From a door on the side of the pantry, crouched the back end of the deck, came the wine boys in their winding parade. Clad in tantalizingly diaphanous robes of white, they dispersed amongst the fleet of chairs, each bearing aloft a great amphora to fill the empty cups of the heroes basking in the sun.
They were all young men of surpassing beauty, with smooth skin kissed by the sun, soft cheeks that were quick to blush, lips as plump and pink as fresh fruit, and smoldering eyes framed with thick black lashes. Every time they stretched or bent, you could make out the shadow of a shapely leg or a hint of smooth torso through the gauze, which sparked another round of appreciative murmurs from the onlookers.
One enterprising soul tossed his cup on the ground, and raised his eyebrows expectantly at the one in front of him. With a coy look at the offender, the wine boy bent to pick it up, and his fingers had hardly brushed the ground before the man’s hand came down in a ringing slap across his ass. Laughter rose from all around as he let out an embarrassed squeak.
“Perfect,” muttered the hero laying next to Acastus. “That’s why they volunteer for this job, you know. Everyone knows the wine crew is the biggest slut club on Olympus. A whole blasted eternity of getting fondled and fucked by the greatest heroes of the age.”
Others were getting similarly bold with the wine boys as they spread deeper into the deck chairs. Every so often, one of them would stiffen and gasp as a calloused hand ran its way up a smooth thigh, or took a quick squeeze of their ass.
One of them approached Acastus, a twinkle in his soft blue eyes. He had a tousled mop of blond hair, a mischievous smirk on his soft, kissable lips, and a definite saunter in his step.
“Here’s a likely lad,” murmured Acastus’ neighbor. “Watch this.”
He put his hand over his cup as the boy bent to refill it.
“Ah, ah, ah…” he said. “If you want to fill my cup, you’ll have to pay my usual toll.”
With a roll of his smiling eyes, the boy set his amphora down on the ground, taking a little extra time to waggle his ass in the air, before turning to Acastus’ neighbor, taking his chin in one hand, and kissing him long and slow on the mouth.
Astonished, Acastus felt his pants start to stiffen as he watched his neighbor kiss the wine boy. He was a playful kisser, teasing the older man’s tongue until he pushed his way into his mouth and took control, opening his mouth wider to accommodate him. His neighbors watched enviously as a hand snaked down the curve of the wine boy’s back to take a handful of his supple ass.
He broke off with a coy smirk, and the man raised his hand, allowing him to fill his cup. With one last affectionate peck on the man’s nose, the wine boy stood and sauntered back to rejoin his fellows, a definite sway in his hips.
The parade formed again, and the wine boys began to wind their way back towards the distant clubhouse, their hair and clothes a bit more mussed than before. Laughter could be heard over the breeze as they bragged of the attentions that they’d each received.
Acastus glanced down at his own cup, and smiled as he realized something important.
“Well, would you look at that?” he said, showing his neighbor. “You distracted your friend so much that he forgot to fill my cup.”
A slow grin broke out over his neighbor’s face. “Well, that won’t do. This is a class establishment, after all. Can’t have waiters getting sloppy.”
“Exactly,” said Acastus as he stood and stretched. “I’d better go…admonish the lad. Can’t have this sort of thing happening again, now, can we?”
“Of course not,” said his neighbor as Acastus began to stroll in the direction of the departing troop.
The last gauzy hemline had already disappeared around the doorway as Acastus approached the door, but when he stepped in he could see the parade lined up at the end of the hall. The air was pleasantly cool after the heat of the sun deck, and the light was dim, but he could still make out the golden hair of the friendly one through the gloom.
None of the wine boys had noticed him, chattering amongst themselves as they trooped around the corner towards the pantry. Acastus hung back, eyes locked on his target.
At the end of this hall were the great double doors that led to the chilled stone room where the food was kept. The parade filed in, but the golden-haired one broke off from the line and headed down another hall to the left.
Acastus frowned. That was unexpected.
When the last white robe had vanished through the doors, Acastus took the left hallway, just in time to see his quarry turn right down the next hall.
Moving faster now, Acastus pursued, as the wine boy led him down a more remote hallway, and as he barreled around the next corner, he nearly ran him over.
“Eep!” cried the wine boy, turning slightly towards the wall. “Oh! Sir, you startled me.”
His cheeks were flushed with exertion, and his eyes were bright, his chest heaving under his gown. Acastus grinned, his hardness starting to return.
“You forgot to refill my drink,” he rumbled, stepping into the wine boy’s space. “How careless of you.”
His breath hitched. “I-indeed? My sincere apologies, sir.”
“Mmm.” Acastus’ hand took his chin. “An apology won’t be enough. I want the same you gave my friend on the sun deck.”
The boy blushed. His pink tongue quickly wet his lip. “Ok.”
Acastus bent, and his lips had hardly touched the boy’s before slender arms were thrown about his broad shoulders, and he was being kissed back with powerful enthusiasm. His hands slid down his body and cupped the boy’s waist, his grip tightening as the boy wasted no time deepening the kiss.
Without thinking, Acastus pushed forward, pinning the boy against the wall in a cage of limbs as he slipped his tongue into his mouth. Pressed flush together, he could feel a swelling hardness to match his own pressed firmly against his leg.
They broke for air, both breathing heavily, a little string of spit connecting their lips.
“Of course,” panted the boy. “Forgetting your wine is a serious offense. I should doubtless do more to please you than a simple kiss.”
Acastus grinned, laying a hand on his chest. “You forgot my wine on purpose, didn’t you?”
“Maybe,” he said, then gasped as Acastus’ hand slid lower, pawing at his erection through his transparently thin robe.
The boy whimpered, rising to his tiptoes as Acastus squeezed his cock, applying just the right amount of pressure to make delicious tingles radiate up his length.
“You’re a naughty boy,” said Acastus, squeezing hard to emphasize his words. “I bet you led me here on purpose, didn’t you? Away from the kitchens, where none of your cute little friends could hear you getting fucked out of your mind…”
“I couldn’t help it,” whispered the boy, then squeaked as Acastus’ teeth pinched at his neck. “You just looked so handsome…so strong…I just knew you’d have a big dick…”
“They’re
He moaned as Acastus gave a hard squeeze, his toes curling in his sandals.
“What did you want from me?” asked Acastus, peppering kisses along his jaw. “Be honest.”
“I wanted to suck your cock!” he cried as Acastus’ other hand sank into the softness of his ass.
“You’re a very naughty boy,” Acastus whispered, nibbling gently at his ear as the boy moaned and writhed. “And do you know what happens to naughty boys?”
“They get to suck cock?” he asked hopefully.
A heavy hand landed on his head and shoved him to his knees. Eagerly, he fumbled at the bindings over Acastus’ crotch, and his long, heavy cock bounced free.
“Oh, look,” said the boy slyly, pressing a little kiss to its tip. “I was right.”
He sealed his lips around it and started diving, taking it a little deeper each time until the tip was kissing the back of his throat.
Acastus groaned, the heavenly warm pressure of the boy’s mouth making his knees go weak. The boy pulled back, swirling his tongue around the base of his plummy head, and his groan choked off as lightning zapped up his spine.
“By the gods,” he groaned, burying his fingers in his tousled blond hair. “What’s your name?”
The boy popped his mouth off his cock. Looking up into his eyes, he answered “Zephyr,” and took him as deep as he could in one go.
A familiar tingling was starting to swirl around Acastus’ cock, so he frantically tapped on Zephyr’s head, and the boy pulled off with a displeased look.
“I hardly even got a taste—MMFF!”
Acastus swallowed his protests with another hard kiss, mapping out the boy’s mouth with his tongue and his body with his hands. His fists curled into the fabric, and with a grunt, he tore the flimsy robe in two from the collar to the hem, leaving Zephyr standing in the hall in nothing but his sandals. His smaller cock bobbed free in the open air.
“H-hey!” he gasped. “Now what will I wear back to the kitch—OH!”
Running a hand down his pale chest, Acastus attacked his neck with hard kisses that quickly turned into bites.
“Ooooh…ohhh.”
Zephyr’s eyes popped open as Acastus sunk his teeth just below his ear and began to suck.
“What…what are you…”
“You took us away so they couldn’t hear you moaning,” whispered Acastus. “But I’m going to make sure everybody knows what a little slut you are.”
He wrapped his lips around the target zone and pulled so blindingly hard that Zephyr squeaked, his hands scrabbling at the wall.
“They’re gonna see the marks I leave on you,” he said, pressing a bruising kiss to the pale skin at the very base of his throat. “Gonna see them everywhere.”
“Y-your…your beard tickles,” gasped the boy as Acastus mouthed his way towards his belly, and broke out giggling as he pressed an especially loud kiss to his belly button.
“No one’s ever kissed me there before…AH!”
Quickly spitting on his hand, Acastus reached down and wrapped his fingers around Zephyr’s cock, and began to pull him off with quick twisting motions. With his other hand, he kneaded the flesh of Zephyr’s ass.
Zephyr panted, lost in rolling pleasure as the older man felt up every part of him. He could feel his beard trail its ticklish way up his ribs to press hard against his neck.
A little bead of precum welled up at the tip of Zephyr’s cock. Swiping his thumb through it, Acastus made a little shiver roll up the boy’s back.
“You taste delicious, Zephyr,” Acastus grunted against his skin, breaking off the hickey to press another kiss to his lips.
Zephyr kissed back as hard as he could, but when Acastus pressed his lips to the aching spot on his neck, his vision slipped to whiteness, and he came in a spurting arc that splattered loudly onto the pantry hall floor.
Dazed, Zephyr was snapped from his orgasmic high by Acastus seizing his wrists, and pressing them firmly to the wall.
“My turn,” he grunted.
He ran his hand down Zephyr’s creamy thigh, as though relishing the softness of his skin. Something long and heavy bumped between his butt cheeks.
Biting his lip, Zephyr planted his legs a little further apart.
Inch by torturous inch, Acastus slid home inside Zephyr, and the boy’s head rolled back as the delicious fullness stretched him to his limits.
“Ah!...by the gods…yes…yes Acastus, yes!” he breathed as the older man sawed his cock in and out of his fluttering hole.
“Think you can take a little more?” he panted.
Zephyr gave a cheeky roll of his hips in response, and a rhythmic clapping began to echo off the walls as Acastus fucked him harder.
Zephyr’s breathing grew more labored, his eyes fixed to a particular spot on the wall as the fat cock rammed deeper into him. Acastus’ hips pressed a little harder into him with each thrust, and his muscular arms laid atop against his own, twining their fingers together against the wall.
Blushing hard, Zephyr rose to the tips of his sandaled feet, and bit his lip as the rolling thrusts made little explosions of stars behind his eyelids. Gods, it felt so good, safe and warm and pleasured…
Acastus kissed the back of his neck, and that was the end of him.
“Daddy!” Zephyr cried, and came a second time all over the wall.
Acastus grunted. The boy’s plump ass had an astonishing grip on his cock, tighter than a vice. His back kept its arch, trembling through the pounding he was receiving. A perfect little slut, so eager to please…
His balls tightened, and that same familiar tingling rushed up his spine in a flood of euphoria. Letting himself go completely, Acastus sank his teeth into the boy’s shoulder, and he made an adorable little squeak as the older man flooded his insides with hot, creamy cum.
Leaning on each other against the wall, they panted together, Acastus’ forehead pressed to the back of Zephyr’s head as they took a moment to catch their breaths. The only other sound in the hall was the quiet drip…drip…drip of cum drooling from the crack of Zephyr’s ass.
“Wow,” said Zephyr dreamily. “That was amazing…”
Acastus heaved himself away from the wall, and started to do up his trousers. Zephyr slid to the floor and reached for his robe, but through a haze of pleasure, suddenly remembered that it had been torn in half.
“Sorry about that, babe,” said Acastus guiltily. “I just had to have you out of that thing.”
“I can’t go back to work like this!” Zephyr cried, looking down at his naked, slender body. “I look like I just got fucked!”
The boy’s perfect lips were swollen with kisses, his hair was a mess, and his creamy skin was littered with purpling love-bites. Acastus’ dick twitched in his pants.
“What am I supposed to do now?” Zephyr sulked, crossing his arms.
“I don’t know,” said Acastus with a shrug. “But let’s do this again. Maybe if you ask nicely, I won’t rip your clothes off next time.”
He grinned. “It’ll be hard, though.”
He bent to give Zephyr a parting kiss on the lips, and strolled casually back down the hall while Zephyr looked helplessly at his ruined robe.