Theo blinked awake on silken cushions that smelled of ambrosia and thunder, his head pounding from whatever divine lightning bolt had snatched him from his mundane apartment. Standing before him was Ganymede, the cupbearer of the gods, all golden curls and mischievous smirk, draped in a tunic that left little to the imagination.
"Welcome to Olympus, handsome," Ganymede purred, circling him like a predator. "Zeus has a taste for mortals like you—strong jaw, tight body, that spark of rebellion. But don't worry; I'm here to train you to serve the Olympian men properly. It's the best thing that's ever happened to you, trust me."
Theo sat up, heart racing yet oddly thrilled. "Kidnapped by a Greek god? Sounds like a bad myth. What makes you think I'd want to 'serve' anyone?" His voice dripped with sarcasm, but his eyes lingered on Ganymede's form. Ganymede laughed, sharp and witty. "Oh, darling, your cock is already twitching at the idea. These gods don't ask; they claim. And you'll thank them on your knees."
The tension thickened as Ganymede stepped closer, his fingers tracing Theo's chest. "Let's start with the basics. Horny yet? Feel that heat building?" Theo retorted, "If this is training, your methods are forward. What, no wine first?" Ganymede's eyes gleamed. "Wine comes after you learn to handle a god's hard cock. Now strip—show me that ass."
Theo complied with a defiant grin, shedding clothes as Ganymede watched, the air growing heavy with anticipation. "You're enjoying this too much," Theo said, voice husky. Ganymede replied, "And why not? Your body's already wet with sweat, dripping anticipation. Lie back; let me demonstrate a proper blowjob." He knelt, taking Theo's cock into his mouth with expert swirl, tongue working magic while Theo groaned, panting.
The room echoed with their sounds as Ganymede sucked deeper, his own arousal evident. "Fuck, you're good at this," Theo gasped, hips bucking. Ganymede pulled off briefly, witty as ever: "Practice with Zeus makes perfect. Now flip—time for your ass to learn its place." He slicked fingers, teasing Theo's entrance until he was begging, the god's touch turning him into a panting mess.
Ganymede thrust in, filling him completely, their bodies moving in rhythm. Theo's cock hardened again, rubbing against the sheets as Ganymede pounded, both sweating and grunting. "Harder," Theo demanded, strong and unyielding. "Show me what Olympian men crave." Ganymede chuckled mid-thrust, "Your pussy-tight ass is perfect for them—gripping like it was made for cum." The words spurred them on, explicit and raw.
They switched positions, Theo riding Ganymede's cock with fierce control, his ass clenching as pleasure built. Ganymede's hands gripped his hips, guiding the pace while dialogue flew: "You're not submissive, are you? Good—gods love a fighter." Theo shot back, "Then earn my submission with that dripping cock." The climax hit like a storm; Theo came first, cum spilling across Ganymede's chest, followed by the god's release deep inside, both collapsing in a heap of satisfied limbs.
As they lay there, Ganymede whispered promises of more gods to come. Theo smiled, knowing this kidnapping had unlocked a world of divine pleasure far beyond his dreams.
But little did he know, Apollo's chariot was already descending for the next lesson.
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