ARIESTILES CHAPTER 3 After Medusus pulled his cock out of t..

ARIESTILES CHAPTER 3 After Medusus pulled his cock out of the barbarian king’s destroyed hole, he pushed the battle cub back into Flexius' ass. Flexius opened his mouth but nothing came out as he began to freeze in time. From his bare feet up his legs, the muscular flesh began to grow hard and cold as he turned into stone. His tan skin grew greyish white as the stone creeped up over his muscular ass and cock. His abs hardened and appeared to be the work of a great sculptor. His pecs became slabs of rock and his intricate tattoos faded. Finally his face froze in the look of ecstasy as all visible life stopped. He was still alive as a statue until the sorcerer decided to free him and use him again. In fact, throughout the temple, in niches between the mighty columns were statues like Flexius. Living statues of the beautiful men and warriors that were collected as tribunes to the all powerful god J’ong-Ra. When Medusus wasn’t fucking them or having them serve him as slaves, they were mere statues, never aging or losing their hard muscles and youthful beauty. Medusus moved along each alcove, inspecting and admiring each work of art. He stopped at one that contained a muscular warrior. The warrior was the biggest in his collection. Hard thick muscles frozen in stone. Hercules was his prize possession. The son of Zeus, the strongest man in the world, the sorcerer smirked. Hercules’ thick cock stood straight out from the petrified leather apron belt. It was thick as a fist but useless. The sorcerer reached out his thin fingers and wrapped them around the demigod’s cock. By his mere touch, the stone slowly softens and transforms back into flesh. First the cock turned back into flesh. It turned from greyish- white to pinkish then olive in color as life returned to it. The effect continued down the thick staff and up the chisel abs and down the massive thighs. The cock came to life and began to jerk and throb. The powerful chest then began to rise and fall as it took in air once more. Hercules' eyes opened and he stepped forward unsteady. His powerful legs were still heavy as he moved. The demigod still has his massive muscles and strength of a god but nothing remains of his mind. At one time he had looked at the ancient sorcerer with hate and disgust but now he looked at Medusus with only submissive obedience. Gone was the prideful masculine hero. Medusus reached out and used his long fingernails to scratch the sensitive, large nipples on Hercules' oversized chest. Hercules let out a low groan of pleasure as his nipples grew erect and his cock started to leak pre-cum. The sorcerer leaned in close to the hero’s large left pectoral and flicked his long, thin tongue over its nipple. The tongue would have disgusted the old Hercules, but now he just stood there moaning. The sorcerer pointed, razor sharp teeth began to nibble on the swollen nipple, causing waves of pleasure and pain to run through Hercules' body. Medusus reached around the thick muscular hips and lifted the armor apron belt from back. Upon finding the demigod hole, he roughly pushed a bonely finger into it. He began to finger fuck the hero while sucking, biting, and nibbling on each hard erect nipple. “Please,” Hercules pleaded in his hoarse, masculine voice. Medusus merely laughed as he pulled his wicked mouth from the sore nipples and out of the hero’s hungry manpussy. Taking Hercules by the hand he led the muscular hero over to a chair. The sorcerer took the seat and then pulled the larger, stronger man down onto his lap. The once proud Hercules now draped over the punty sorcerer’s lap. Medusus pulled away the leather belt revealing the large powerful ass. The buttocks were round and firm, two perfect spheres. Medusus was the first and only man to touch it and it belonged to him for an eternity. The sorcerer raised his hand up and then brought it down hard on to the large round left ass cheek. The slap echoed through the ancient temple, causing Hercules to flare out his thick legs. The sorcerer’s slap was more powerful than anyone would have expected. He lifted his hand again and brought it down on the right buttock. Again the massive legs kicked into the air, as Hercules let out a loud groan. Medusus moved his legs together under the wool robes and squeezed Hercules’ fist size cock between them. Hercules was remaining rock hard as he was spanked. If the demigod was his old self and able to think he would have been humiliated being bent over the ancient sorcerer’s lap, getting spanked like a spoiled brat. Medusus was enjoying the control he had over the son of Zeus. To the sorcerer, Zeus was an imposter, a traitor to Zeus’ father Kronos and Medusus’ master J’ong-Ra, the rightful gods. The sorcerer was squeezing his legs up and down the hard, throbbing cock as Hercules cried. “Please,” Hercules’ deep masculine voice began to crack. Then Medusus felt the wettest between his thin legs. The powerful, proud Hercules had came, spilling his divine seed as he was spanked and milked by the old, disgusting sorcerer. “Soon my pretty, your nephew, the son of your half brother, Aries, will be joining you,” the sorcerer cruckaled. The sorcerer pushed the muscle bound demigod off his lap and onto the cold marble floor. Hercules landed on his knees with his face down on the ground. His large, powerful ass facing Medusus, as the sorcerer knelt behind him. He opened his robe and aimed his monstrous cock at Hercules' exposed manpussy. The legendary hero let out a loud moan and his eyes rolled up into his head as the sorcerer’s cock pushed deep into him.