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Trials Of Hades
CHAPTER 1
The First Trial
Hades was a god. A god that was cursed to rule Hell for all eternity, keeping the damned souls contained within the vast Underworld. Hades was not, however, an evil god, for although he was stern, cruel, and unpitying, he was still just. He stood in his throne room, admiring his silk drapes and gold finery.
His form wasn’t constant, he could change his body and his features however he needed to, although he’d grown quite accustomed to his mortal disguise. He found the humans would respond better to him like this. Standing tall at 6′9, he was a sight to behold. With dark brown skin that glowed a burnt orange in the candlelight of his palace, his features looked like that of stone. He was perfectly chiseled and angled, with eyes that could melt right through anyone who dared to look into them. He didn’t have hair, only two horns poking out that were stronger than any diamond on earth. A black loincloth was the only thing that Hades wore, showing off his perfectly chiseled muscles, firm ass, and, oftentimes, it didn’t even conceal the God’s giant cock, not that he cared if anyone saw. The most impressive thing about Hades, though, was his two black feathered wings that expanded out to be 6 feet on both sides. He tended to keep them hidden under a golden robe made from King Midas himself. The God certainly lived up to his title.
However, Hades wasn’t satisfied. Over time, he loathed collecting souls for the same brothers who had betrayed him. While they got to live with the splendors of the Gods, he was locked away in the Underworld forever, doing their bidding. But in his time dealing with the human’s souls, he’d developed a love for them. Well, no, he’d developed a love for playing with them. No matter what, Hades always had new playthings. He had any type of human he wanted at his disposal somewhere in his kingdom. Young, old, men, women, and they’d all do anything he told them to. Though he was most known for making them participate in his grand and opulent orgies, usually with all of the above in attendance. It didn’t take much to convince the suffering souls that simply doing what he wanted would be so much better than the torture they’d endure outside the palace. This gave him an idea. He was tired of the same old Hell. Hades wanted to have fun with his kingdom.
“The world is run by greed, temptation.” Hades spoke. “Yet, I’ve decided to show mercy on the souls, a chance to redeem yourselves, at least, those who are worthy. A test, or more accurately, a series of trials you must pass, in return, you will be ‘born again’, so to speak. Whoever can succeed will be brought back to earth and given a second chance at life.” He paused, looking down at his audience. He stood above 100 cowering mortal men, all trying to take in what the God was offering. He smiled maliciously, although it seemed warm to the humans below. One man fell to his knees, bowing before Hades. Soon another man did the same, then another. Before long almost all of them were bowing to his feet, seemingly ready to do anything for the chance to escape. “Good boys, all of you,” he continued, “Now for the rules,”
“You will each go through the rooms of my Palace, the finish line is the throne, where I will be waiting to greet the winners. If you don’t make it, however, your soul will be thrown to the river Styx, where it will be lost for eternity. Tsk tsk tsk, wouldn’t that be a shame... Once the bell chimes the trial will begin. Oh, and be warned each room has its obstacles, and nothing is as it seems, so...be careful boys, and make daddy proud.” With that, Hades dropped his golden robe, showing off his perfect form to the men below. The God’s wings spread and started to lift him into the air. He rose off the steps in front of his palace and disappeared into the sky. The men slowly lifted their heads from the ground and looked towards the looming castle. The first of the mortals to rise was a man named Apollo.
Apollo was a soldier in his life, he was strong and highly decorated in his army. He has worshiped the gods since he was a boy. He thought the gods were using him as a vessel of their will, conquering lands for them, slaughtering men for them, he devoted his life to it. His victories made him arrogant and narcissistic, he bedded women in all the villages and cities he had taken, never accepting no for an answer. He was tall, at 6′0 and had huge muscles covering his entire body from years of training. A thick head of blonde, curly hair flopped over his blue eyes and prominent brow. He knew he had what it takes to get to the throne room. He’d won countless battles, and he’d win this too. He was sure of it.
The bell rang loudly through the land surrounding the palace, a few of the men winced from the sound. The giant wooden doors at the top of the steps creaked open slowly, seemingly on their own, casting a dark shadow in the room behind. Some were hesitant to make the journey, but Apollo wasn’t going to waste another second in this hell. He walked alone up the stone staircase before him. Once at the top he could make out parts of the first room through the shadows. He turned around to face the crowd of souls, still mustering up the courage to enter the devil’s lair. He took a moment to decide which of the men he thought would make it, and which ones would be lost forever. Some of the men were well built, tall, more suitable to face such a great challenge. He thought this about the rugged, older man who kept towards the back of the crowd. Apollo noticed he never bowed, only kneeled, and never looked away from the God while he spoke. As he was about to enter the palace, a soul inching closer to the bottom step caught his attention. He looked young and scrawny, but not scared. Apollo pitied the boy’s determination, being sure that it would kill him. The boy took the first step. Apollo faced the entrance, turning his back to the crowd so as not to seem scared. He took a deep breath, and walked through the entrance.
The foyer of the palace was admittedly beautiful. Apollo had been stuck in the cruel Underworld for so long he forgot a place could be so magnificent. The foyer was huge and round, it seemed to be a sort of garden. Lush trees and flowers lined the paths and ripe fruit and vines hung on the branches. In the center of the garden was a beautiful marble fountain, with a statue of two naked men in a warm embrace that released blue water into the large pool below. Apollo walked through the foyer. He planned to just get through each room as quickly as he could, fight whatever was in his way and make it back to his life, but as he strolled through the garden he couldn’t help but take it in. Somehow sunlight was shining down through the domed glass roof, casting rays on his now pale skin. This wasn’t what he was expecting at all, he thought maybe this wasn’t the first trial, maybe this was just the entrance to Hades palace, not the first room. He decided he was right, he trusted his instincts as they had won him many battles. He relaxed his shoulders a bit and looked up at the sun, closing his eyes and feeling it on his skin. Apollo felt an amazing sense of peace. A few of the other men from outside had started wandering through the garden as well at this point. They felt the same peace that Apollo did as they smelled the flowers and looked at the sparkling water. As Apollo was walking he soon realized all the paths looped back into each other, they didn’t lead anywhere. Now nearly 30 men were in the garden, including the boy who Apollo had seen near the steps. He didn’t even seem older than 21. Apollo continued looking for the entrance to the first trial, but he couldn’t seem to find it. After another loop around the garden to no avail, he noticed the boy was speaking to another man. Apollo sat on the fountain nearby, he told himself he just needed a minute to think, but he couldn’t help listening in on the conversation.
“My name’s Atlas,” The boy said, his voice surprisingly deep. “What’s yours?”
“Orion,” The man replied. “This garden is unlike anything I’ve ever seen.”
“I wonder if they have anything like this where we come from,” Atlas inquired.
“They don’t kid, I would know, I studied botany all over the world. This place is special. There’s so much to learn in life, but the real learning comes only in death.” Orion seemed to be taking this situation in an interesting way, Apollo thought. He wasn’t a fan of intellectual types, he wasn’t raised that way.
“You’re wise, yes? You’ve gone to real school? What do you think we’re supposed to do here?”
“You have a lot of questions.” Orion said, as he reached up and plucked a fruit from a nearby tree. “This type of fruit is similar to what I’ve seen in Africa, but bigger and redder. On earth, they only grow brown and green. This definitely isn’t from home.”
Apollo looked up to see if the rest of the fruit was red, hoping to prove the man wrong with his own superior knowledge, however, when he looked back to where the man was standing the tree was no longer there. More men were inside now, Apollo figured most of the 100 had joined him yet the garden was so large it didn’t feel like it. He stood trying to figure out what was going on when his head hit a branch that was suddenly above him. On it, he saw a stem where a fruit had been picked. He looked over at Orion again, then back at the branch. He didn’t know what was going on but he didn’t like it. He turned his head, looking to see if any of the others noticed what was going on. At first glance, Apollo couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary, until he noticed a small group of men on the far side of the fountain. They were laughing and moving their bodies in a strange way, but he could tell they weren’t fighting. As he moved closer, walking around the large statue, he started to be able to hear a faint sound, almost like... music. It had been so long since Apollo had heard music he almost couldn’t stop himself from walking faster towards the sound. As he neared, he realized the men in the group were dancing along to the tune. A few others had moved closer in search of the lovely sound as well. Apollo had to push his way through the small crowd, revealing the source of the amazing song. A pan flute was being played by a man, except... this wasn’t a man.
Well the top half is a man, Apollo thought, but the bottom certainly was not. He had the face of a normal man but the legs of a goat. His chest was bare except for necklaces of twine and stones. His fingers moved melodically over the openings of his pan flute, creating the most beautiful music Apollo had ever heard. It was getting hard for him to think about anything other than the song, but he could recall hearing stories of the goat men before. “Satyrs,” Apollo remembered. He always thought they only existed in the stories and yet, here he was, looking at one in the flesh. His strong body started to move along to the sound automatically, a slow sway at first, then faster, then before he knew it, Apollo and the men around him were dancing and clapping along to the songs with joy. Feeling his body brush against the people around him, reminded Apollo of how long it had been since he’s had sex. He used to crave sex so much when he was alive, he practically lived to fuck women. More men were joining in now, the crowd was growing. At some point, another satyr appeared and joined in to the song, while the first began to pour wine into crystal glasses. Apollo was the first to greedily take the wine from him, and eagerly drank it down. He’d never tasted something so sweet. This only made his arousal grow, and he noticed a few other men were completely erect, their cocks tenting out against their linen clothes. Soon the clothes were coming off as the men got drunk on the amazing wine.
As Apollo finished his fourth glass of the, seemingly endless, supply of wine, he noticed the trees slowly morphing into...women? Apollo couldn’t believe his eyes, he watched as the bark lightened, and thinned, and took the shape of a naked woman with long hair adorned with flowers and leaves. He watched as the women joined into the dance, laughing and singing along with the men, teasing their cocks and tasting their lips. “Dryads?” Apollo recalled stories of those too, forest nymphs who could move from one place to the next in an instant. He couldn’t be bothered to think about those stories as he drooled over the sexy women. More satyrs showed up too, the music swelled and filled the room. Apollo approached one of the dryads but before he could say anything she pushed her body against his and continued to laugh and sing. After a short while of dancing together, she pulls away leaving only her hands running down his chest. She moved her mouth close to Apollo’s ear, “Why don’t you take those clothes off for me, sir?” She said sensually. He could barely respond, he let out a moan and nodded his head. He was about to pull his shirt over his head when he felt a man approach him from behind. He saw the man’s strong, tan, muscled arms reach around his body, and before he could react, the arms ripped the shirt off his chest, revealing his perfect physique. The freedom of his skin in the open air made his cock throb. He turned around to see it was a satyr who was behind him, now planting soft kisses on his neck. Normally Apollo would have never let another man touch him this way, but it all just felt so natural and so, so good. The dryad leaned in and planted her lips on Apollo’s, while the satyr kept rubbing his hands across his chest and sucking his neck. The satyr pulled Apollo down to the floor with him, he sat propped up against the goat man with the back of his head resting on the satyrs shoulder. The dryad came down with them and continued making out with the man, whose cock was harder than ever. The satyr moved his hands down under Apollo’s pants, finally giving pleasure to the man’s throbbing member. Apollo moaned in absolute bliss. The dryad broke off the kiss and stood above them, continuing to dance as they watched her. Another man came up and started rubbing his cock against her ass and groping her perfect tits. Apollo didn’t care, the amazing pleasure from the sayter’s strong hands was more than enough for him. The goat man spit on his other hand and used them both to wrap around the 8in length of Apollo’s hard shaft. He stayed this way for a while, eyes closed, unaware of the world around him, only feeling the sunlight on his face and the hands on his cock. He was in pure, undiluted, perfect bliss. The music filled his ears as he got close to orgasm, but just as he was about to cum, the song changed.
Apollo opened his eyes and saw the dryad was gone, he looked around and saw that all of the nymphs were nowhere to be seen. He noticed the dancing stopped too. The loud song caused their dicks to ache with hunger. They all felt the intense desire to get off. Apollo looked down at the hands on his cock, it felt amazing moments ago but now... it wasn’t enough anymore. It couldn’t satisfy him. He took his hands around the satyrs’ and thrusted hard into it, he squeezed tighter. It felt better, but not good enough for him. He pushed the goat man off of him and stood up. He needed to fuck something. And from the looks of it, he wasn’t the only one. He remembered the boy from before, “Atal- something?” He tried to remember but he couldn’t stop thinking of the hunger he felt. He tried to look around for the boy but when he stood he was held back by the fabric around his feet. Stupid- fuck—my pants, Apollo thought, almost getting angry at the fact that anything stood between him and his pleasure. He kicked them off, leaving them on the ground as if he’d never return to them. Still upset, Apollo stormed through the garden path. Every second his dick was throbbing to no release he was getting angrier and hornier. He found Atlas by the fountain, he was hard to spot because he sat under a tree, off from the path where most of the other men were. As Apollo got closer, he could feel something was wrong, he looked at the boy but couldn’t quite place it. He finally got closer and used his strong, muscular arms to pull the boy’s ass against his huge erection. That’s when he realized what was wrong; Atlas was the only one still fully clothed. FUCK, he thought. Another thing getting in the way of Apollo’s pleasure. He was fuming now, all he wanted was release. He needed release. The boy was trying to squirm away but Apollo had him tightly in his grasp. He ripped off Atlas’s shirt the same way the satyr did to him. “Stop!” the boy yelled. Apollo would have laughed if he wasn’t so hungry for pleasure. Nothing could stop him. He used one hand to hold the boy down, bent over the side of the fountain, and the other to tear a hole in the back of the boy’s pants, revealing his huge round ass. Apollo was practically salivating. He thrusted his dick into Atlas’s ass all at once. The boy screamed. Apollo moaned in pleasure. He began fucking the boy hard and fast, not caring if Atlas enjoyed it or not. Apollo could almost feel that same bliss from earlier, just a few more strokes and he’d blow the biggest load of his life. He pulled out completely, then another hard thrust into the boy’s warm hole again, still trapping him against the cool marble so he couldn’t escape. He grunted and moaned in pleasure so strong it almost felt like agony. He fucked the boy for only minutes before pushing in all the way, one last time, then exploding his seed into Atlas. Pure bliss. All he felt was pleasure. That’s the only thing his body was able to feel.
In the daze of pleasure, Apollo loosened his grip on the boy. Atlas didn’t try to get away, he was smart enough to know better. The man was stronger than he was, and he was possessed by the same music the rest of the men were. Orion had told him the satyr’s music was dangerous, and that he should never listen to it. He showed the boy how to use the seeds of the fruit to create ear plugs that blocked the noise from hitting his ear drum. He was thankful for the wise man, without him he would be the same as the savage who was still shoved firmly in the boy’s ass. He knew the man had cum, but his dick wasn’t softening. He looked back at the tree they had used as a hiding spot. Orion still sat there, out of sight. He didn’t even notice the boy had been taken, it all happened so fast. Atlas felt the man’s erection twitch inside him. He couldn’t help but get a little turned on from the feeling of the cock on his prostate, but he had to remain focused. He knew he only had a few moments before the man would start taking him again. He felt it throbe once more. This time, however, he pushed his ass into it and wiggled against the man’s crotch. He swiveled his head back and saw the man close his eyes and moan in pleasure. His grip loosened more. Atlas did it again, feeling the cock slide inside him more, feeling his grip loosen more. After a few more attempts, he finally had a chance. He pushed his ass into the cock so hard the man was forced to take a step back, releasing his grip on the boy entirely. It felt so good even Atlas moaned in pleasure. The boy stood and the cock slid out of his ass, causing Atlas’s own cock to throb a little. The man stumbled back and fell to the ground. Now, all he had to do was get away.
Apollo was jolted out of his bliss when he hit the ground. He saw the boy standing over him, looking for which direction to run. Before he could, however, Apollo grabbed his ankle, keeping him from freedom. “YOU ARE GOING TO TAKE MY FUCKING COCK UNTIL MY COCK IS SATISFIED!” Apollo shouted, his veins bulging from anger, although the boy couldn’t hear him through his ear plugs. He used his strength to push the boy against a nearby tree, one hand pressing the side of his face against the rough bark, and the other to lift his leg up so he could easily slide his dick back into the boy’s hole where it belonged.
Orion felt the tree shake, he looked around for Atlas but he was no longer sitting next to him like he’d thought. He turned to see who was there and he saw the boy’s head get slammed against the tree. He watched in dismay as the seed in Atlas’s ear flew out on impact. He saw the boy’s eyes glaze over as he heard the beautiful music for the first time. He looked around for anything he could do to help Atlas, but there was no more fruit anywhere. Even if there was, he thought, I’d never be able to get another seed into his ear with that strong man dominating him. He watched as Atlas began sliding up and down on the man’s cock voluntarily. He moaned loudly and pushed his face close to his captor’s. Atlas had never felt so much mindless pleasure before. He started to imagine his whole life, spending it right here in this garden, getting fucked and filled with the seed of anyone who entree his hole. Orion looked around at all the men mindlessly fucking or getting fucked around the beautiful fountain. It was then, he knew what to do. He stood, grabbing a handful of dirt concealed in his fist. He pulled the strong man’s face back and threw it into his eyes. Apollo screamed in pain, dropping Atlas to the ground. Orion grabbed the boy by the arm, “Take a deep breath,” He commanded, dragging him to the edge of the fountain and pushing him below the surface.
As Atlas’s body slowly sunk deeper below the surface of the pool, Orion was scared he’d made the wrong choice. Maybe he didn’t save his new friend, maybe he was the one who hurt him the most in the end. However, he didn’t have a long time to consider this possibility, as the man he’d assaulted was quickly getting back up. He looked angry. He was more than angry. Apollo slowly came closer to the man who had ruined his impending orgasm, cornering him against the fountain. He felt like an animal hunting his prey, just like he did in battle. In that moment he remembered all of his kills. His cock throbbed harder.
Orion jumped onto the side of the fountain, backing away from his predator. He looked at the water, at his friend’s body sinking deeper than he thought possible. He looked back at the garden, the satyrs, the sun. He looked at the perfectly built blonde man pursuing him. He took a last look at the giant wooden doors they all willingly entered through, just hours ago. Yet finally, right before he was captured, Orion jumped into the fountain pool and disappeared below the surface.
The sounds of the garden were completely gone under here. He saw Atlas floating much further below him, the fountain was deeper than he’d expected. As Orion swam into the depths of the dark blue water he noticed a light coming from much further down. The orange glow from the deep illuminated the silhouette of Atlas, whose clothes were drenched and torn. He hung limp, suspended in the warm water, slowly sinking towards the light. Orion hooked Atlas’ arm around his neck and continued swimming as hard as he could towards the bottom. No matter what, he knew he couldn’t go back to the surface. For the boy’s sake, or his own.
Apollo cursed himself for letting both of the men escape him. He looked at the fountain, wagering if it was worth it to follow, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to hear the beautiful music from below. Instead he looked for something else to fuck. As he turned his attention away from his lost conquest, he noticed the final man entering through the palace doors. It was the older man he’d seen in the back of the crowd, just hours ago. He seemed to be cautiously waiting by the entrance, maybe he had been watching from there the whole time. He saw the dancing begin, he’d seen the trees move, and change form into beautiful women. He saw the men drink the fruitful wine and turn hungry for sex. He saw men overcome by lust and overtaken by their primal urges. Most importantly, he saw the exit. As he entered the garden the doors shut tightly behind him, locking the sexually addicted men in the room for eternity.
Apollo found a group of couples fucking on the far side of the fountain. He joined in, penetrating a fuller man who was in turn, fucking another man against the marble. Eventually someone came up behind Apollo and did the same to him. He was fucking, and being fucked so hard, he could barely remember why he came to the garden in the first place. He’d always been in the garden, he was happy in the garden. The garden felt like pleasure. He loved the song of the garden, the men of the garden, he loved it here, and he was never going to leave.
Hades was surprised so few men had made it through the first trial. He was sure at least half would find the exit, but no. Only 13 men had made it through the fountain and reached what was on the other side. He knew no mere mortal could ever pass his trials, that was the fun of it, but he sure hoped more would make it to the throne. That’s where the real fun was to be had.