The Odd-Bussy – Chapter 1

After getting separated from his girlfriend Penelope at a gay bar, Odysseus must overcome many obstacles to find his way back to her.

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…”

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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.