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THIRD CHALLENGE: CIRCE

I do not know how much time has passed since I began to remember.

Now I am on top of Calypso, pierced by his stake, mine own erect and flat against my stomach.

“Faster,” he commands. “I love when thee ridest me.”

Exhaustion creeps into every muscle, but I quicken my pace, feeling his thick cudgel slide in and out of my well-greased hole.

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His hands grip my waist, pressing into my flesh as a hungry man tears apart warm bread.

I brace myself against his furry chest, my fingertips intertwining with the gray and white hairs that adorn his skin. His lips are slightly parted beneath his thick gray beard, a low groan escaping them as he basks in the pleasure of my body. My sack beats uselessly against his pubic jungle as I bear down on his cock, sheathing him inside me with such force that breathing becomes arduous.

When I close my eyes, I sink into the abyss of the flesh.

My worries, which seemed so important just a moment ago, have washed away with my memory, until all that is left is him inside me, and the pulsing, overwhelming need for release.

“Odysseus…”

His voice calls out to me like a lighthouse beacon.

“Odysseus… but what of Penelope? Of Agamemnon, and Clytemnestra?”

When I open my eyes, Calypso is looking at me curiously. His hand comes to my cheek, rubbing me gently.

I suck his thumb into my mouth without thinking.

He chuckles. “You were telling me of the Laestrygonians.”

I frown. The word is familiar. It brings with it the sensation of warmth, of hot tongues on my skin.

Of course. The giants, with their insatiable hunger.

And me, fleeing into an even worse trap thereafter.

He sits up, keeping himself in me as he pulls me in for a kiss.

When he breaks it, he puts our foreheads together and gazes into my soul.

“What happened next?”

I crept through the hallway, trying my best not to make a sound. I didn’t know if Polyphemus was still looking for me, but I couldn’t take any chances.

At the end of the hallway was a large blue door, a dark navy that reminded me of the ocean at night.

The sign had told me this led to Circe. I didn’t know who that was, or whether they’d be friend or foe. I briefly debated taking my chances in the halls again, but at this rate, I was only likely to get even more lost.

I put my ear up against the blue door to see if I could hear people screaming inside—or worse, moaning.

Nothing.

I could only hope that whoever this Circe was, he or she would be able to tell me how to finally get the fuck out of this place.

When I opened the door, I was relieved to see that at least it wasn’t another dark room.

The room had impossibly high ceilings, and every inch of it was washed in violet and electric blue. Blacklights hung from the walls and ceiling, making my boxers glow as brightly as the graffiti on the walls. Thin strips of neon ran alongside the floor, giving it the effect of looking like a plane landing strip.

It led to a raised dais in the back–

Wait a second.

Dais? How did I know that word?

It sounded old-timey, yet somehow I just knew that’s what it was called. An hour ago, I would have called it a “platform with stairs.”

Anyway, in the middle of the dais was a large throne, upholstered in dark velvet.

Sitting on the chair was a man.

“Who enters the palace of Circe?” he asked in a loud, booming voice.

At first, all I could see of him were his legs, which were crossed against his lap. He wore black leather pants, which looked almost liquid under the reflected neon.

“P-please,” I said, trying not to sound as frightened as I felt. “I’m just trying to find the exit.”

“Come closer.”

I approached nervously, and as I got within sight of him, two shapes from either side of him began to stir.

Amazingly, I noticed that it was two naked men, much like the ones in Polyphemus’s polycule. Only this time, their heads were covered in black leather dog masks.

Whaaaaat the fuck?

“Do not be afraid, traveler,” said the man (Circe, I guess).

He stood, and for the first time, I took in the sheer size of him. He was a little over six feet, but muscular and ripped. The only things he wore aside from his leather pants were a pair of combat boots and a black leather harness strapped tightly to his hairless chest. His hair was golden, as were his eyes, which shone almost supernaturally in the light.

When I got to the foot of the dais (again, that word that I somehow suddenly knew), he grinned.

“Well,” he said, almost approvingly. “And who might you be?

“I’m Odysseus.”

He nodded, as if he already knew that. “You wish to find the exit.”

I felt a tickling sensation on my leg and pulled back to see one of the “pups” sniffing me.

“Um… yes,” I said, taking a step away from whatever the fuck this dog guy was.

Circe seemed amused at my discomfort. “You are lost. You will not find your way out until you are no longer lost.”

I frowned. Was I having a stroke, or was he stating the obvious?

“Yes,” I said, trying to be friendly. “Maybe you can help me not be lost anymore? By telling me where the exit is?”

He chuckled. “You have offended Poseidon. He will not let you leave the way you came.”

I felt coldness trickle down my neck. “What? How–”

“You have blinded his son, Polyphemus.” Circe turned and sat back on his throne. He reclined like a king, reaching out to stroke the head of one of the pup guys that trotted over to his side. “You have also denied him the pleasures of the flesh. He is angry with you.”

My eyes widened. “What are you talking about? The old dude in the bathroom who wanted to touch my junk?”

Circe looked up toward the ceiling, as if he were afraid a bolt of lightning might strike us down. “Be careful. You can do much worse to offend the gods.”

“I don’t understand. How is the owner of this gay club keeping me from getting out of here? Unless he’s got some sort of–”

“The ways of gods are unknowable to man,” Circe said simply. “If you want to leave, you will need help. Help that I cannot provide.” He leaned in, then added, “But I know who can.”

“Who?”

He smirked. “I will tell you, but first, you must accept my offering. After all, you are a guest. It is only customary.”

“Dude, I’ll accept whatever. I just wanna get out of here.”

Circe leaned back in his chair, regarding me with that same sly smirk. Then he lifted his arm, exposing one of his hairy pits.

“Drink your fill.”

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Second Challenge: The Laestrygonians

“What befell after thou fleddest the Cyclops?”

Calypso lies behind me on the bed, trailing kisses along my arm.

I feel his girth pressed against the flesh of my lower back. My body remembers his. It wants more of the intoxicating pleasure that comes from his manhood inside me, carving me open, piercing me like a Trojan spear.

“I ran down the hallway,” I say, my body sinking back against his.

His lips press against my neck. “Thou must have been so frightened.”

I cannot remember how I felt. Not with his lips on my skin, nor his cock against my ass.

He turns my face and brings our lips together. He tastes of ale, of sex, of man.

Now he is on top of me. His shaft leaks a trail across my belly. His lips are so warm, his manhood so hard.

“Can I be inside thee again?” he asks, his fingers already sliding through my weakened ring.

“Yessss,” I breathe.

He spreads my legs and regains his rightful place between my thighs. The first thrust is the hardest. Then he is home again.

“And what of Penelope?” he whispers in my ear, biting the lobe with gentle force.

“Who?”

“Thy woman,” he says with a chuckle. “Didst thou ever find her?”

I see a glint of her hair flickering amongst the torchlight on the ceiling.

Fair as honey, thick as wheat.

“Penelope,” I repeat.

He buries himself inside me and groans. “Penelope.”

“I cannot remember,” I say, pressing my heels against his ass and working him deeper into me.

“Try,” he says, then kisses me.

I ran down the hallway, not caring which direction I took, just wanting to get the hell away from that one-eyed fuck as fast as possible.

“Penelope!” I called out, rounding yet another corner into an empty hallway. “Agamemnon! Clytemnestra! Anybody!”

I couldn’t hear anything—not the calls of my friends, the pounding of the music, or even the shouts of Polyphemus.

I slumped to the ground, catching my breath from running so hard.

What the hell just happened?

I’d let two dudes suck me off. I’d nearly let a guy stick his dick in my mouth. And I’d cum so hard from it that I shot over my head.

I’d never cum that hard before!

“I’m not gay,” I said aloud, to no one.

I wasn’t, right? I mean, anyone who’s getting their dick sucked by two mouths at once is gonna get hard. It’s not rocket science.

Sure, I didn’t know why I’d opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out for Polyphemus to put his dick in my mouth. I just wasn’t thinking, that was it! No way was I actually going to suck a dude’s cock.

I heard footsteps and got slowly to my feet.

“Penelope?” I said hopefully.

A shadow appeared around the corner. When the figure came into view, my heart sank.

“There you are,” Polyphemus said, his chest heaving with anger. “Get over here, you little shit!”

I took off running again. I didn’t look back, no matter how loud and scary his yells were.

I didn’t know what this guy was planning on doing to me, but I wasn’t sticking around to find out.

I came across a sign at the end of the next hallway.

LAESTRYGONIANS ←

CIRCE →

“You better hope I don’t catch you, you little slut,” I heard Polyphemus say. “I’ll rip you limb from limb and feast on your bones!”

That settled it.

I took a left, running down the hallway toward a large red door at the end. The sign on it read St. Andrew’s Room.

Well, that didn’t sound so bad!

I opened the door and jumped inside, slamming the door shut and leaning back against it to catch my breath.

For a second, I thought the place was empty.

Then I noticed a single spotlight illuminating a large wooden X in the center of the room. A thin, pale blond man in his mid-20’s stood in front of it, his ankles and wrists bound to the frame.

He was naked.

When he saw me, his eyes widened in panic.

“Help me!” he said desperately. “Please, you have to untie me. Before they get back.”

I looked around the room, but didn’t see anybody.

Fuck, what kind of a gay club was this? They had some poor guy prisoner in here? What the hell! I was totally calling the police after this.

I briefly debated running back out into the hallway, but the guy looked at me with pleading eyes and added, “Come on, man! Don’t leave me here.”

Goddamn my conscience.

I crept over to the X-frame. The rest of the room was shrouded in shadow, and I looked around to see if there was anyone lurking in it, but saw nothing.

“Hurry!” he hissed.

As I got closer, I noticed his skin was coated in something wet and sticky.

“What happened to you?” I asked.

“The Laestrygonians,” he said, his voice haunted.

“The who?”

“It doesn’t matter.” He looked around the room, eyes wild. “Hurry up and undo the straps before they return.”

I started with the ones around his ankles, then did the one on his left hand. The second it was free, he started undoing the right one himself.

“Do you know how to get out of here?” I asked. “I’ve been trying to find the exit and–”

“There is no getting out of here,” he said calmly.

I frowned. “What do you mean? We can’t be trapped here.”

He looked up at me, and this time, he was smiling. “We’re not. But you are.”

Then someone grabbed my arms.

“What the fuck? Let me go! Let me go, you assholes!”

Two giant men stood on either side of me, both naked but for a pair of vintage boxer shorts. Even in underwear, I could see huge dicks flopping around in there. These guys had to be at least 6’5” and seriously built, with muscles the size of boulders and pecs covered in thick, dark hair.

“What are you doing?” I asked as they turned me around and spread my arms.

As they moved me, I could see more of them coming into view. Six more men came out of the shadows, grinning like wolves.

The man I’d untied stepped back, his own face stretched wide in a malevolent grin.

“You motherfucker,” I said as the beefy giants began strapping me to the wooden X. “You son of a bitch!”

“Have fun,” he said cheekily, then slipped out the door into the hallway I’d just entered from.

When all of my limbs were fully restrained, one of the men, a burly, bald man with a thick black mustache who had to be nearly seven feet tall, stood in front of me.

“What do you want from me?” I asked, sounding braver than I felt.

He said nothing, just leaned in and sniffed my neck.

“Mmmmmm,” he said, his voice deep and booming. “Fresh.”

I did not like the way he said that.

“Let me go, man,” I said nervously. “I don’t know what kind of kinky sex stuff y’all are into, but I’m straight.”

The man just smirked. He grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me forward as much as my restraints would allow.

“Antiphates is hungry,” he said, sounding like a caveman. “Antiphates wants to feast on straight boy.”

I had a sinking feeling that he was referring to himself in the third person.

“Let go of me, faggot!” I said.

In response, he tore my shirt, ripping it off my body in one quick yank.

Jesus, how strong were these guys?

“You naked now,” he said as he tossed the scrap behind him.

Two other men reached for the rips in my jeans, tearing them open and ripping the denim from my body.

“Get off me! Leave me alone!”

They ignored me, pulling at my clothes until I was left in nothing but my boxers, shoes, and socks.

Antiphates knelt in front of me, placing his hands on my thighs and smiling up at me.

“Wh-what are you gonna do to me?” I asked, my voice high and trembling.

“Eat,” he said simply.

He leaned in and breathed in the scent of my crotch. The feeling of his nose against my dick felt weirdly good. I’d just cum a few minutes ago, but I was already starting to get hard again from all the stimulation.

Antiphates got back to his feet, then smirked as he walked around me and out of view.

“Where did he go?” I cried out.

The other Laestrygonians just leered at me, rubbing their hands together like they were preparing for a meal.

Fuck… were these guys actual, real-life cannibals?

I nearly jumped out of my skin when I felt Antiphates’ hot breath on my neck.

“I eat now,” he said.

I closed my eyes, waiting for the end.

Then I felt his strong hands on my hips, grabbing my boxers and pulling them down to mid-thigh.

“Oh God,” I whimpered. “Please…”

I heard the sound of him kneeling, then felt his warm breath on my ass.

Jesus Christ. He was going to take a bite out of my butt!

His thick fingers roughly grabbed my cheeks and spread them apart.

Um… okay. Not what I was expecting.

I stayed still, frozen by fear, but also terribly confused as to what was going on.

Then I felt it.

The moan poured out of me involuntarily.

“Ohhhhhhhhh… what…?”

Antiphates’ tongue ran along the inside of my crack, leaving a trail of saliva between my cheeks.

“Taste yummy,” he grunted.

Listen—it may not have been something I’d ever considered, but I’ll take the compliment!

His tongue swiped against my hole again, making me moan once more and causing my dick to jump a little.

“Why are you doing this?” I said weakly.

“Antiphates hungry.”

He spread my cheeks apart even further, running his tongue along the underside of my balls and all the way up to my lower back.

Holy fuck… I wasn’t gay, but this felt fucking incredible. Why had I never asked Penelope to eat my ass before? This shit was awesome.

Another one of the giants, a blond man with a thick mane of hair and matching beard, knelt in front of me and gave my penis a tug.

“Whoa, dude,” I said. “Hands off my junk.”

He just kept tugging me, stroking my foreskin back and forth as if he’d never seen it before.

“So much skin,” he said dumbly.

His touch made me hard again, which was embarrassing, but I stopped thinking about that when he wrapped his lips around my cock.

“Oh, shit,” I moaned. “Fuck…”

Antiphates was now wiggling his tongue deeper into my hole, while the blond giant was sucking my cock like a starving man.

I rolled my head back and looked up at the light, the pleasure making my legs wobble.

Soon I felt hands on my left foot, then my right.

When I looked down, two more giants were crouched with their heads to the ground, their wide mouths open to devour my feet.

They sucked in the ends of my feet all at once, tongues writhing in between my toes. I’d never had my toes sucked either, but the feeling was honestly otherworldly, especially when getting my dick sucked and my ass eaten.

I just hung there and moaned, my body reacting involuntarily to having four men sucking all over me.

Soon I felt more tongues on me.

A man to my left had his face buried in my armpit, greedily sucking and licking the hair as a man to my right did the same.

I felt half a dozen tongues on me, all licking and devouring me, and the sensation was so overwhelming that I could feel myself getting close to cumming again.

My head rolled back as the pleasure began to crest. As I stared upside-down behind me, I caught the gaze of another giant. He was standing directly behind me, or over me, as I should say, as he stood over seven feet tall.

He was grinning, his red lips stretched wide underneath a thick black beard.

“Pretty boy,” he said.

Before I knew what was happening, his lips were pressed against mine, and we were kissing.

“What the fuck?” I said.

Or, at least, I wanted to say. In reality, I just moaned into his mouth, my protests swallowed by his thick tongue.

He was a wet kisser, and I wanted to hurl as he dripped saliva from his mouth into mine, but I was so intoxicated by all these tongues on me that all I could do was drink it.

I moaned weakly, allowing these men to use my body as I had no other choice. Antiphates had his tongue several inches inside my ass now, so deep that I wondered whether he’d replaced it with his finger or something deeper.

The two men sucking my toes were now running their tongues along the soles of my feet, tickling me. The man on my cock was bobbing his head up and down hungrily, pausing every so often to suck on my nuts and give them a good tongue. The men licking my armpits were groaning loudly, and I could feel their hard cocks rubbing against my side as they thrust against me.

All the while, the tallest giant continued kissing me, taking my breath away and keeping me from being able to focus on anything but the white-hot, blinding pleasure.

“Mmmf… mm cmmng!” I moaned into his mouth.

I felt my balls contract as I fired jets of hot semen all over the Laestrygonian’s face.

He stuck his tongue out, swallowing it hungrily as the others knelt beside him and did the same.

One by one, each of the Laestrygonians took their mouths off of me and instead focused on catching droplets of my semen, mouths open like baby birds.

They smacked their lips hungrily, groaning and grunting.

I heard a knock at the door.

“Hello? Anyone in here?”

Quicker than you’d think based on their size, the giants retreated into the shadows, until suddenly they were gone and I was seemingly alone.

The door creaked open as a tall, thin young man entered. He had wiry red hair, freckles, and looked absolutely terrified.

“Hello?”

His eyes landed on me and widened. “Jesus!”

“Help me,” I said. “Please, you have to untie me. Before they get back.”

He looked at me, then back at the door.

“Come on, man! Don’t leave me here.”

The young man sighed, then quickly crept over to me. His head turned on a swivel, looking around the dark room, but seeing nothing.

“Hurry,” I hissed.

“What happened to you?” he asked as he looked at my naked, saliva-covered body.

“The Laestrygonians.”

“Who’s that?”

“Forget it.” I looked around the room, a sinking feeling in my stomach as I realized what the young man’s fate would be. “Hurry up and undo the straps before they return.”

He undid my wrist straps first, then I reached for the left ankle while he undid the right.

“I’m looking for the exit,” he said.

“Good fucking luck with that,” I said, then ran for the door as fast as I could.

“Dude, what the– WHOA!”

I didn’t look back, not even as I heard the sound of pounding footsteps and deep laughter, nor the weak protests of whoever the fuck that guy was.

I slammed the door shut behind me, blocking out the noise of his demise and the weight of my own guilt.

I felt like a piece of shit for bolting, but I had to focus on myself if I had any hope of getting the fuck out of here.

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FIRST CHALLENGE: THE CYCLOPS

“Oh, fuck yes, little slut. Open up thy pussy for Daddy. That’s it. Gods, how many loads wilt thou milk out of me today? Such a greedy boy thou art. Fuck… Daddy’s gonna cum!”

The old man pulls me in by the hips and blasts another load deep inside me. I’ve lost count of how many by this point. My own dick is soft from cumming so many times in such rapid succession. But as the warm fluid fills my bowels, it jerks limply to life, ekeing out a thin drool of seed barely worthy of impregnating even the most fertile of whores.

How long have I been here? Where is here, exactly?

The walls are covered in a rich-looking tapestry, woven from what seem to be the finest silk fibers. With how expensive it looks, the design is jarring: a massive orgy of men, given over to their hedonism, laughing at the gods as they pump and dump and fornicate to their heart’s content.

And yet, the sight seems so familiar. As if I am one of those men. Or were once, long ago.

Why do I have no memory? How long have I been in this room? Is it even a room?

“Darling boy, thy pussy is magnificent,” says the old man as he falls on the bed beside me.

His cock is still hard, somehow, despite his advanced years. His bush is almost entirely gray, with just the barest hints of color remaining in the scraggly jungle above his dick. But he looks strong and masculine, and he runs a hand through my hair as if I am the most prized sheep in his flock.

“Dost thou want more ale?” he asks, sliding off the bed and walking toward the kitchen.

I watch his ass as he goes, his balls swinging heavy underneath him.

It is then that I notice a mirror opposite the bed.

I stand, taking two paces over to the looking glass.

I am naked. My brown hair is matted with sweat and cum. My chin bears several days’ growth of beard. My nipples are red and swollen from suck and pinch. I turn and inspect the cleft of my cheeks. My outer ring is bruised and purple, leaking man’s essence like the sewer pipes in the outer walls of a city.

I look like a madman.

The old man brings me back another ale without waiting for me to answer. I take it and sip.

I like this ale. What kind is it again?

Lotus Flower Brewery.

“This is nice,” I say, taking another sip.

He chuckles. “It’s thy favorite.”

“What is your name?” I ask.

He laughs again. “How many times must thou ask? I am Calypso.”

Calypso. The name sounds familiar. Or does it?

He kisses my shoulder. “Thou art so fucking sexy, Odysseus. Keep looking like that, and I’ll have to mount thee again.”

Odysseus. Is that my name? That one sounds less familiar.

But the man seems so sure.

“How did I get here?” I ask.

“We took a carriage from the bar.”

The bar.

For a moment, I see a brief flash.

Bodies writhing against one another.

Loud music, the sound of pounding drums coming from all around us.

And seed. So much seed: in my hair, my mouth, my ass.

“This bar… What was it called?”

He takes another sip of beer and sets it on the nightstand. “The Trojan Whore.”

More flashes.

A crowded dance floor.

A man with wild black hair, a mass of curls that cascaded down his shoulders as he danced.

And a woman, fair-haired and pretty.

That woman… her face…

“Odysseus? Is thou okay?”

I turn to Calypso, and for the first time in ages, I feel clarity return to me.

“I think I’m beginning to remember…”

Seven days earlier

“Baby, come on. You promised you’d try to keep an open mind.”

Penelope pouted at me, her pink lip gloss shining in the fluorescent light from the bar.

She’d done her hair up nice and sexy, with a smoky eye that she knew got my cock hard. I was pretty sure if I gave in, she’d be bouncing on my dick before the night was through.

But still—a gay bar?

“I dunno,” I said, staring at the bar sign that read The Trojan Whore. “It just doesn’t really seem like my scene.”

“C’mon, Odysseus,” said Agamemnon. He had his arm around his girlfriend Clytemnestra, his leather jacket spread open to reveal a vintage t-shirt with The Eagles on it. “Let’s do it for the chicks.”

Clytemnestra ruffled Agamemnon’s curls, then said to Penelope, “See what a good boy I have?”

Agamemnon stuck out his tongue and panted like a dog. “Woof woof! I want pussy!”

Clytemnestra giggled and slapped him playfully on the chest.

Penelope took a step closer to me, running a finger down my arm. “If you hate it, we can leave. But I just wanna dance a little, Odie. The gays are such good dancers. And at least this way no one will be trying to grab my ass!”

“I’m more worried about someone trying to grab mine,” I grumbled.

Agamemnon laughed. “Don’t worry, bro. I’m sure between the two of us we can take on any of these little fruitcakes.”

He seemed so carefree, I felt silly being so worried about some dude groping my junk. And the girls were smiling at me, Penelope biting her lip in that way that meant she’d let me cum in her pussy if I said yes.

“Fine,” I said. “But just for one drink.”

I followed the gang inside, where the sound of the pounding music and the mist of the fog machine enveloped us. We paid cover, which Penelope and Clytemnestra insisted on taking care of. I saw them hand over what looked to be strange bronze coins. Maybe some kind of token they’d gotten as a bar credit?

Whatever it was, the man waved us through without looking at our IDs. I thought that was kind of strange, since I was still in my early 20s, but I didn’t complain.

The inside of the club was, for lack of a better word, labyrinthian. The dancefloor had several levels, with staircases leading up four stories and a series of interconnecting hallways branching off on each level. Most of the people on the floor were dudes, and a majority of them were in such good shape it put me to fucking shame. But there were also a few girls there, and it made me relax a little thinking some of these guys might be their straight boyfriends, like me.

We gave our coats to the coat check, leaving Agamemnon in his Eagles T-shirt and jeans and me in my black tee and ripped jeans. I tugged the T-shirt down, trying to cover more of my belly, but the waistband of my boxers still hung out no matter how much I pulled.

“You look fine, babe,” said Penelope. “Stop worrying. No one’s even looking at you!”

She ran a hand along my abs, fingering the treasure trail that led into my waistband.

“I don’t know why you insisted I wear this shirt,” I said, “when you’re the one who shrunk it in the wash!”

She just laughed and kissed me on the cheek. “Come on—let’s get drinks!”

We headed over to the bar, where Penelope and Clytemnestra ordered shots for the four of us. Again, they paid with some weird sort of bronze coins, but before I could ask about them, Penelope was handing me a shot of tequila, and soon I’d forgotten.

The four of us danced for a while, me grinding on Penelope and Agamemnon dancing with Clytemnestra. The girls were laughing and linking hands, while I focused on rubbing my hard dick against Penelope’s ass.

The shots were making me seriously horny, and something about the vibe of the room made me feel loose and uninhibited.

I don’t know how long we were dancing, but soon the smoke from the fog machine made it difficult to see much beyond a small circle around us. I was hard as a rock as I ground into Penelope’s ass cheek, thrusting against her little minidress and wishing I could just take her home and pump her pussy already.

“Dude, I gotta piss!” Agamemnon yelled into my ear over the music.

“Me too!” I said.

I leaned in to Penelope and said, “Where’s the bathroom?”

She pointed to a neon sign over in the corner, the only thing visible through all the mist.

I followed Agamemnon through the crowd, almost losing him with how many sweaty, shirtless gay dudes were dancing all around us.

Someone must have been smoking pot or something, because even though I didn’t smell it, I was starting to get a little lightheaded. I’d only had two shots—not nearly enough to make me drunk—so I didn’t know why I was so affected.

When we reached the sign, I noticed it was hanging over the entrance to one of the hallways. As we reached the end, another sign pointed us down another hallway. By the time we rounded the third corner only to reach another sign, I was starting to lose my patience.

“Jesus, I’m gonna piss myself,” I said. “Where the fuck is this bathroom?”

“There!” said Agamemnon.

At the end of another winding hallway, we finally found the men’s room.

When we went inside, it was a pristine white. The walls must have been quite soundproof, or else we were far from the dance floor, because I couldn’t hear any music from outside.

It was the cleanest bathroom I’d ever been in, which I found weird considering the state of the club we were in. The lights shone so brightly that it actually hurt my eyes.

The place was empty, so Agamemnon took the urinal at one end, and I planted myself at the one at the other. It felt good as the piss streamed out of me, finding that sweet relief that came with emptying my bladder.

I heard the door swing open, then loud, thumping footsteps. I felt a presence as someone took the urinal beside me.

What the fuck—there were at least a dozen urinals, and this guy had to take the one right next to me?

When I looked over, I saw a tall, beefy older man with white hair and a long, flowing beard.

“Greetings,” he said, nodding at me.

What an odd thing to say to a dude that you’re pissing next to.

I nodded politely. “Uh, hey, man.”

“First time here?” he asked.

He pulled his dick out, and I reflexively looked at it.

Holy shit! The thing was massive. He had long, droopy foreskin and a shaft as thick as my forearm. I couldn’t help but stare as piss started shooting out of it.

He noticed me looking and chuckled.

“Wanna touch it?” he asked.

I blinked in surprise, then narrowed my eyes in anger. “What the fuck? No, man! I’m not gay.”

He frowned. “Thou says it like an insult.”

His use of old-timey language caught me off guard for a second. But the way he was looking at me made me realize I’d made a mistake. It was probably a bad idea to piss off a gay dude twice my size and three times my age in an enclosed space.

“I don’t mean anything by it, man. I’m just not into dudes.”

He huffed. “Right. That’s why thou is in my gay bar.”

Oh shit. I’d gone and pissed off the owner.

“I’m sorry, man,” I said. “I think we got off on the wrong foot. I’m Odysseus.”

I held my hand out for a shake.

He stared at it for a moment, then shook it. “Poseidon.”

His grip was crushing.

“This bar’s pretty cool,” I said awkwardly.

“I can give thee a tour. Perhaps show thee my private office?”

Fuck. This dude was getting the seriously wrong impression. I needed to get outta here.

“Maybe another time,” I said, catching the eye of Agamemnon, who had finished washing his hands at the sink and was standing by the door. “I gotta get back to my girlfriend.”

Poseidon smirked. “Yes. Thou must not keep thy lady waiting.”

I walked over to the exit, not bothering to wash my hands in my hurry to leave. I could feel Poseidon’s eyes on me as I joined Agamemnon back in the hallway.

“What the fuck was that?” he asked.

“I dunno,” I said. “I think I almost got picked up.”

Agamemnon cackled. “Dude, that’s so fucking funny. That guy would have wrecked you!”

I frowned. “Yeah, yeah. Any idea how we get back to the dance floor?”

I looked around the hallway for the signs that had led us there, but couldn’t see them anywhere.

“I think it’s this way,” said Agamemnon.

I followed him around the corner, then down another hallway, but still no signs. What was even weirder was that we couldn’t hear any music either.

“This can’t be the right way,” I said. “The music should be getting louder.”

“I’m telling you it’s this way.”

“And I’m telling you you’re wrong.”

Agamemnon laughed. “All right, dude. I’ll keep going my way, and you go yours. But when I get back there first, and you’re still wandering around lost, don’t say I didn’t warn you!”

I rolled my eyes. “Fuck off, dude. See you.”

I headed back in the opposite direction, trying to retrace my steps from the bathroom. After a few turns, however, I felt even more lost than before. I would have asked someone how to get back, but the hallway seemed totally deserted this far out.

I walked for what felt like ten minutes without seeing a single person. Finally, I happened upon a door. The sign on it read Dark Room.

Maybe there would be someone inside I could ask for directions?

With no other options, I opened it.

The room inside was almost pitch-black. I should have figured that from the name, but I didn’t think they’d take the term “dark room” literally.

I could hear movement and some sounds of whispering from around me, but couldn’t see anyone.

“Hello?” I said quietly. I put my hands in front of me, waving them side to side as I tried to find someone to talk to. “Is there a light switch in here?”

I heard moaning coming from nearby. I headed toward the sound and ended up accidentally kicking someone who was crouched on the ground.

“Ow!” said a voice in the dark.

“Sorry! Sorry.”

I heard more moaning, and realized with a sickening feeling that dudes were having sex in here.

I kept walking, now trying to head back to the door to the hallway, but couldn’t find my way back in the darkness.

Great. Now I’d locked myself in some kind of pitch-black orgy room!

Thankfully, I saw a flash of light in the corner of the room. Someone was lighting a cigarette.

“Oh, thank God,” I said to myself.

I walked over to the light, careful not to step on anyone who might be crouched or lying around.

As I got closer, I noticed the person smoking was a man in his 30s, wearing a maroon velvet suit jacket with nothing underneath. He had his arms spread, elbows resting on what looked like some kind of booth he was sitting in. I could only see him chest up from the light. He had long brown hair, a five o’clock shadow, a crooked nose, and a large black eyepatch over his right eye.

He took a deep drag from his cigarette, then blew out the smoke, leaning his head back and shutting his one good eye.

“Excuse me,” I said as I approached.

His eye shot open and fixed on me. He sat up a little, his lips curling in a smile.

“Well, hello, traveler,” he said. “Come have a seat.”

“Oh, I’m good,” I said. “I’m just looking for–”

“It’s considered rude for a guest to deny a host the pleasure of his company.”

I blinked. “Okay,” I said warily.

I slid into the booth beside him. As I got closer, I noticed someone was kneeling on the ground in front of him.

It took me a second to realize the guy was naked and blowing him.

“Oh, fuck,” I said, going to stand, but the man in the eyepatch grabbed my arm.

“Don’t mind Heath,” he said, gently petting the guy’s hair with the hand that held his cigarette. “He’s just one of my flock.”

Heath had the guy’s dick down to the root, and I watched in awe as he slid up and down on it without gagging. He wasn’t using his hands, but he managed to tilt his head to take the guy’s cock in and out of his throat, his lips massaging the shaft like an expert.

Damn, I’d never gotten a blowjob like that from Penelope!

“What’s your name, stranger?”

“Odysseus,” I said, my eyes fixed on the naked guy blowing him.

“I’m Polyphemus,” he said casually. “This is Heath, and that’s Quentin and Simon.”

For the first time, I noticed two more naked men on either side of Heath. They were running their hands along Polyphemus’s stomach, kissing his thighs and feet in adoration.

This was seriously fucked up.

“Are they your… friends?”

“They’re my polycule,” he said with a smirk.

Whatever that meant.

“Cool… Well, I’m looking to get back to the dance floor,” I said.

“You’ve traveled a long way from there, little lamb,” he said, gently stroking my cheek.

“Dude,” I said, jerking back. “Don’t touch me.”

He frowned. “I think you’ll find I can do whatever I please. It’s my club.”

Well, that had to be a lie. I’d just met the owner in the bathroom. Plus I didn’t like the way he said that.

I went to stand again, only this time I felt another hand clamp down on my wrist.

“Don’t go,” said Simon.

“Stay,” added Quentin.

Polyphemus smirked. “Seems they want you to join my little flock.”

My eyes widened at the implication. “No way, I–”

Simon pulled me back down into a sitting position, and before I knew it, his hands were on my fly.

“Whoa, what the fuck–”

He was too fast for me to stop. Before I could say any more, he had my dick out through the fly of my boxers and his mouth was on it.

I opened my mouth again to protest, but what came out instead was a long, deep moan.

Fuck. His mouth felt incredible.

“He’s quite good, isn’t he?” Polyphemus said, stroking Simon’s hair. “He loves sucking a man’s cock. And a god’s.”

My eyelids fluttered as my dick grew hard in Simon’s mouth. Jesus, this guy was so talented. I had never been attracted to men, but in less than fifteen seconds he’d managed to bring me to full hardness.

“You like this,” Polyphemus said. It wasn’t a question.

“Yesss,” I hissed.

“You want to feel what Quentin can do?” he asked.

“I… I don’t know…”

Polyphemus nodded, and I soon felt Quentin’s mouth on my cock alongside Simon’s.

The two of them made out on my cock, sliding their tongues along either side and making me writhe in my seat. Heath was still sucking Polyphemus, but he kept his eyes trained on the guys who were sucking me off.

“I wonder how your mouth would feel,” Polyphemus said, sliding his hand underneath my shirt.

I felt paralyzed as he kissed my neck and the inside of my ear, running his hand along my abs and pinching my nipples.

I was leaking so hard in Simon and Quentin’s mouths, it felt like I was gonna bust.

“You want to suck my cock,” Polyphemus said.

Again, not a question.

“N-no–”

“Shhh,” he said softly. “You do, Odysseus.”

I was so hard now. I thrust my cock up against Simon and Quentin’s tongues. I felt my orgasm building, so powerful I could hardly stand it.

“Open your mouth and let me in,” said Polyphemus.

I opened my mouth to say something in protest, but instead of speaking, I stuck my tongue out just a little.

Polyphemus took that as an invitation.

He slid off the seat, about to stand and shove his dick in my mouth, when my cock erupted.

“Oh, fuck!” I groaned.

My load shot up into the air, high enough to douse my shirt in cum. I watched in shock as it splattered all over Polyphemus’s jacket, then his bare chest, then his face.

The last shot hit him directly in his good eye.

“AARRRGGHH!” he yelled, clasping his hand over his eye and staggering to the side.

He tripped over Heath and went barreling into Simon and Quentin, who scattered, their cries coming out as pitiful bleats.

The cigarette fell on the booth, and I quickly grabbed it and jumped to my feet.

“You get back here!” Polyphemus yelled, still clutching his eye as he tried to get back to his feet.

I held the cigarette out in front of me like a torch as I headed in the direction of where I thought the door was, my heart thumping as I fled.

I could hear him raging behind me, as well as the little cries of his flock, huddling naked together and crawling after me on the ground.

Finally, I spotted the exit. I stubbed out the cigarette under my foot and raced over to the door, throwing it open and slamming it shut behind me.

The hallway was still empty, but after everything that had just happened, I was glad for it.

“Agamemnon!” I called out.

No response.

I could still hear Polyphemus shouting behind the door, so with nothing else to do…

I ran.

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