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The choice was simple. Well, not really. It should be simple. A small sacrifice to save hundreds of lives. Then why was he still hesitating?
Odysseus’ hand was wrapped around his wrist, loosely holding him back.
Not one man dared to utter a word, everyone was looking at him.
He wasn’t their captain or their king, he wasn’t his second in command, he wasn’t even a noble. He was just a man, just another of hundreds of soldiers and somehow the choice was down to him.
„Well?“ Poseidon asked impatiently, the waters stirring in anticipation of waves.
His safety for the lives of hundreds. His integrity for the lives of hundreds. Who was he kidding? This wasn’t a choice. As if anyone with a shred of decency would ever choose otherwise. He barely felt himself nod. „Alright.“
Odysseus’ hand around his wrist tightened. „What are you doing?“ He hissed, fear seeping into his tone.
„What I have to.“ Polites turned to his friend and embraced him, trying to stop himself from shaking. Whatever was coming next, he would remember this moment. Feeling Odysseus’ arms around him, his body, his warmth, his scent, the tickling of his hair on his neck; it would be his remaining solace for whatever was to come. He allowed himself to linger for just a moment longer, then pried his friends arms off and stepped back. He was still limping a bit from where the cyclops had grazed him and given him deep gouges along his leg.
Another hand wrapped itself around his bicep and pulled, a lot less gentle. A massive body pressed itself against him from behind. He could almost taste the salty smell the god was giving off, the odor of ocean and fish and storms.
Poseidon had a grin in his voice as he whispered into his ear: „I am going to enjoy this.“ His other hand wrapped itself around Polites stomach, trapping him against the god.
Polites felt sick with dread, his own expression of horror mirrored in that of Odysseus and Eurylochus staring back at him. „It’s alright.“ He managed to say. „It’s alright.“ He wished he could believe it.
Poseidon made a purring noise as he pressed his nose against Polites’ neck, inhaling deeply. „You smell sweet. Tell me, mortal, has no one deflowered you yet?“
Polites would feel indignant if it was anyone other than a god asking him. In front of the entire ship no less. „N-no, Lord Poseidon. I have lain with men before.“
„Curious.“ Poseidon suddenly bit into the spot where his neck met his shoulder.
Polites yelped, flinching away on instinct, but the god held him tight. He could hear Poseidon lick his lips, savoring his blood.
The god made a humming noise as he licked over the fresh wound, lapping up any blood before it could escape. „I might just keep you, how would you like that?“ Before Polites could answer, Poseidon continued: „But first I want a little taste.“ He nibbled on some loose skin around the wound. „What do you think, mortal? Should I take you here? In front of everyone? In front of your friends?“
„I would prefer privacy, if you do not mind.“ Polites requested carefully. He did not want to get fucked by a god in front of the entire boat. As if his humiliation wasn’t great enough to begin with.
Poseidon hummed again and straightened. „Since you asked so nicely.“
Polites was about to open his mouth and thank him; you always thank the gods, no matter what they do, wether they burn down your house and rape your mother or if they bless your family with fortune and riches, you always thank the gods; when he was suddenly pulled backwards and plunged into the water. The last thing he saw before his vision went blurry was Odysseus’ panicked face, reaching out towards him. Water blurred his vision and dampened his hearing, it got into his mouth and nose and ears, it stung the fresh wound on his shoulder and the old ones on his leg. It squeezed his torso like giant hands wrapped around him, as if trying to force him to inhale water, to drown him.
And just as quickly as it had happened, it was over. Polites was gasping for air, shivering and soaking wet. He was lying on a cold stone floor, coughing up the water he had inhaled.
It took him a moment to gather himself before he managed to sit up and look around. He was in a cavernous cave made entirely from black rock, stalagmites the size of buildings rose from the ground, the ceiling was so far away he couldn’t see it.
Bioluminescent mushrooms and vines grew sporadically along the floor and twisting up stalagmites, lighting the cave in an eery green and blue light. Just a few steps behind him was a pool of water, still rippling with movement.
Poseidon stepped out of it, looking down on him with a mixture of spite and interest. Like an insect he was still debating wether to crush or dissect. „Well, you wanted privacy. No mortal has ever stepped foot into this cave.“ He leaned down a little. „Aren’t you special?“
Polites bowed his head. „I feel honored, Lord Poseidon.“
Poseidon clicked his tongue and strode past him. The earth rumbled and a throne of black rock formed a few steps away.
Poseidon sat on it and looked down to him.
Polites didn’t know wether he should say or do anything, so he just sat there, bowing his head before the god. He was shaking, from anticipation and terror. He had agreed to sleep with a god. A famously bloodthirsty god. It was either that or the death of the entire fleet.
Poseidon watched him for a moment, then made an annoyed noise. „Stand up, mortal.“
„Yessir.“ Polites obeyed, still keeping his gaze lowered.
„You said you had lain with men before?“
„Yessir.“
„Then why are you acting like a fucking virgin?“
Polites looked up in surprise. He hadn’t thought the god would expect him to initiate. „Forgive me, Lord Poseidon. I would not dare approach you until you would allow me to.“
Poseidon rolled his eyes with a sigh. „Fine. Strip.“
„Yessir.“ With shaking hands Polites opened his chlamys and let it drop to the floor. His belt followed, the metal clinking against the stone. He unfastened and slipped off his sandals. He hesitated briefly before pulling off his chiton and tossing it somewhere behind him.
He shivered a little at the cold cave air hitting his skin and the way Poseidon mustered him, a predatory grin breaking across his face. He licked his lips as he got up from his throne and walked over to him. As he approached, his body shifted and changed until he was only slightly taller than Polites.
Polites stood before him, his heart hammering in his chest. Poseidon gently reached out and ran his fingers through his hair, pulling off the bandana Polites wore to keep his unruly locks out of his face. Then he pulled him in for a rough kiss, his sharp teeth scraping and cutting across Polites’ bottom lip. He reached behind him scraped his nails over the curve of his back, just enough to notice, not enough to break skin, while sucking the blood off his lips.
Polites let him, too nervous to move. When Poseidon pressed their bodies together, he reached out gingerly and ran his fingertips along the god’s side. His skin was cold to the touch and weirdly moist. Even if he was more human sized now, he was still clearly a god.
Suddenly the hand in his hair tightened and pulled his head back with enough force to make Polites cry out. „Get on your knees.“ The god growled.
Polites obeyed, ignoring the sharp sting of his skin splitting open where they hit the hard stone floor. The hand in his hair pressed him against the god again and- yes, there was his penis.
„Be a good boy.“ Poseidon almost crooned, scraping gently across his scalp.
Polites closed his eyes and took a deep breath. It was fine. He had agreed to this. He could suck off a god in return for the lives of the entire fleet. „Yes, Lord Poseidon.“ He said and took him in his mouth. The salty taste and weirdly moist skin almost made him gag, but he pulled himself together and slowly took more and more of the god into his mouth.
Above him Poseidon sighed pleased and the hand in his hair loosened.
Taking it as a good sign, Polites hollowed out his cheeks and pulled back a little, only for Poseidon to thrust right into the back of his throat. This time Polites actually gagged and he tried to pull away, but the hand in his hair kept him right where he was.
„You’re not done already, are you?“ Poseidon growled.
Polites shook his head as much as he could, trying and failing to ignore the gods cock scratching against the back of his throat. He was certain Poseidon had lengthened it, just to mess with him.
„Good.“ The hand loosened again and Polites took the chance to pull back a little, this time using his tongue in hope that it would distract Poseidon enough. From the low moan reverberating across the cave, it seemed to work.
It was fine. This wasn’t the first time Polites had sucked someone off. He was good at it, he had made plenty of soldiers weak in the knees and coming back for seconds and thirds, he could please a god. He had to.
Remembering holding Odysseus, remembering his warm body and sweet smell, Polites closed his eyes and tried to imagine it was him. He moved his head with renewed vigor, using lips and tongue and teeth and all he had learned. He used one hand to grasp his partners hips, the other to brush against his testicles.
Poseidon grunted, thrusting in hips. „Good boy, you are good.“
Was he actually doing it? Was he actually pleasing a god? Under his hands he could feel Poseidon shaking slightly, could feel his body tensing and hear his breath come out quicker. Polites closed his eyes tighter and braced himself.
Not a second too soon as Poseidon came with a low grunt, squirting into his mouth. Somehow his semen was even saltier than his skin. With effort Polites swallowed, feeling it settle heavy into his empty stomach. Was there any actual nutritional benefit to sperm?
Polites sucked and ran his tongue along the gods cock a few more times, cleaning it up completely. It was revolting, everything in him screamed to just stop, he had done what had been asked of him, but he kept going. He didn’t want to give Poseidon any reason to not honor their deal. When he was finally done, Polites sat back on the heels of his feet and looked up at the god.
Poseidon had his eyes closed and a pleased expression on his face.
Polites waited until the god was opening his eyes again. „Can I go?“ He asked carefully.
Poseidon looked at him perplexed, then began laughing. His laughter echoed through the cave and Polites shrank into himself, fearing he might have said something to offend him. For some stupid reason he kept talking: „I have honored our deal, now you keep your end.“
Poseidon roared with laughter, his head thrown back. He brushed away a tear. „Not only cute but funny as well.“ His expression snapped into anger. „I say when we’re done, not you.“
Polites felt a cold shiver run down his spine. What had he expected? Why had he been so stupid? Of course Poseidon would not let him go after just one sexual favor.
Poseidon backhanded him and Polites fell to the ground, tasting iron in his mouth. Striding over to him, Poseidon laughed again: „Oh no, I am going to keep you here for a little while longer. But first there is something I need to do.“ He leaned down and said quietly: „My son isn’t doing so well after you blinded him. You better keep him in your prayers for if he dies…“ He trailed off, running his hand through Polites’ hair. Then he was gone, leaving him lying on the floor, shivering and bleeding.
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Polites had tried to wash the taste out of his mouth with the water from the pool. It was just as salty as the lingering taste and only made him thirstier, so he stopped. He got dressed again and huddled against a rock, trying to find some semblance of warmth in this place. It didn’t work. He tried to find something to light a fire, but every organic material he found was damp. He set out to explore the cave, but quickly turned around when he realized he would only get lost; or slip and fall and crack his head open. At one point he was desperate enough to scramble onto the throne, hoping that maybe the god had left some body heat behind. If anything, it was even colder than the rocks around it.
He huddled into a crevice, his body curled in as close as he could and his chlamys pulled tightly around him. He was still shivering, his teeth chattering. Eventually he managed to nod off.
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Polites woke with a start to the sound of water splashing and an angry voice booming: „Where are you?“
He was tempted to stay where he was in a futile attempt to hide from a god. A god was never reasonable, an angry god… Polites trembled and took a deep breath, remembering Odysseus. Then he scooted out of the crevice and stood. „I am here, Lord Poseidon.“
Poseidons gaze was burning with rage. The visit to his son apparently hadn’t been a good one. „You-„
On instinct Polites flinched back, his back hitting the stone wall.
Poseidon was upon him immediately, grabbing his wrist and pulling him close. „Do you have any idea what you’ve done?“
„N-no, Lord Poseidon.“
The god tossed him across the cave with a yell, like an angry child would throw a toy.
Polites cried out when he landed, feeling something in his right arm snap. He didn’t even have time to process the pain before Poseidon was leaning over him again, pinning him to the floor. He was trembling with rage. „You- Oh, you will regret this.“
„I-I’m sorry, Lord Poseidon, I don’t kno-„
Poseidon seized him by the throat and squeezed, just enough for Polites to begin gasping for air. „Any eye for an eye. A son for a son.“ The god spoke with unnerving calmness.
A sharp pain tore through Polites, he cried out, writhing against Poseidons grip, tears running down his cheeks. As quick as the pain had come it dissipated again, leaving Polites gasping for air and sobbing. „Wha- what did you do?“
With a sneer Poseidon shifted into his more human form. „Get on your knees.“
Still sobbing Polites used his left arm to obey the command, his right arm was dangling uselessly by his side. He was cold, he was tired, he was hungry, he was in pain; he didn’t want to please a god, he just wanted to crawl back into that crevice and rot away.
Poseidon moved to stand behind him and pushed him forward. Polites wasn’t quick enough to catch himself and the ground greeted his cheek unkindly. He didn’t have time to recover from the new stinging wound as the clothes were torn from him, leaving him once again completely exposed to the cold cave air.
Cold hands gripped his hips and Polites closed his eyes. He knew what was coming. He didn’t like this. He had tried it once or twice, but he didn’t like this. It left him incredibly sore and with a feeling of humiliation. It was even worse like this, his face shoved to the ground, his ass in the air; and an angry god would have no consideration for his comfort.
With no warning or preparation Poseidon plunged himself into Polites. The agony was sharp and send waves through his entire body. Polites screamed. His left hand found a rock edge to hold onto, to claw his nails into as Poseidon thrust into him mercilessly. The god was moaning in pleasure, his claws digging into Polites’ soft flesh. The man didn’t even notice the sting of fresh blood being drawn as he desperately tried to hold on to the memory of his friend. It was overcast by the sound of flesh meeting flesh over and over, the noise of Poseidons moans and Polites’ cries echoing in the cavernous space.
Poseidon gave his low grunt and with one final thrust spilled into the man helpless at his feet.
Polites had no strength to cry out anymore, he just let the tears fall and tried not to vomit at the feeling of the cold semen dripping down his thighs.
The god leaned over him and placed an almost gentle kiss on his shoulder. Then his hands found his chest and he pulled Polites up, sitting him on his own lap, his cock still buried inside him.
„Good boy.“ Poseidon purred, one hand moving down to teasingly stroke at the mans cock. „Maybe if you’re being really good, I might let you cum.“
Polites hated that he moaned, hated that his penis stirred with interest at being touched, hated that somehow the god had managed to arouse him with just a single brush.
With one hand on the base of Polites’ throat and the other across his chest, Poseidon began thrusting into him again. Over and over and over.
Something cold and slimy slithered around Polites side. He dared to look and had to stifle a gasp of horror. A tentacle was growing from Poseidons side, a writhing thing that felt along his body as if it was sentient. It slithered across his belly, brushed briefly against his cock, then slithered down his thigh, wrapping itself around his leg and pulled it to the outside. Another tentacle mirrored the first, forcefully spreading his legs until his muscles screamed with strain.
More tentacles were wrapping themselves around him, over every inch of flesh, one even around his penis and testicles.
Polites whimpered as one approached his face, trying to turn away from it, but Poseidons hold was unyielding. The tentacle slithered up his neck, stopping by his ear briefly, prodding into it, before moving on to his mouth.
Polites wanted to scream, but the tentacle had already forced its way into his mouth, muffling any noise he might hope to make. All he could do was let the god manhandle him, let him fuck him until he was satisfied, until he decided they were done.
The tentacles began pulsing, tightening around his body sporadically. Poseidon reached orgasm with a moan. Just as he was spilling into Polites again, the tentacle around his genitals began pulsing, drawing a moan out of Polites’ mouth.
„Do you like that?“ Poseidon spoke softly into his ear. „Do you like being all bound up for me? Will you cum for me?“
Even if he had the ability, Polites wouldn’t know how to answer that. His left hand gripped the tentacle that was wrapped around it as the one around his cock drew him closer and closer to orgasm. He made a pathetic whining noise when he finally crossed the line. His own orgasm seemed pitiful in comparison to the gods.
When the tentacles withdrew Polites began to hope that maybe, maybe, he god was finally satisfied. That maybe he would let him go. Until he was suddenly lying on his back, his legs over Poseidons shoulders and tentacles again holding them apart.
The god grinned wickedly. „I just realized I never looked you in the eye once. What a shameful lover am I.“
Polites wanted to cry. He wanted to scream, to beg, to plea, but he knew there was no reasoning with the god. Instead he shook his head and mustered up the best smile he could in this situation. „You are a wonderful lover.“
Grinning wider at the praise, Poseidon leaned over the mortal, burying himself completely into him. „Tell me more.“
„Y-you- ah! You are considerate and loving.“ Polites lied. „You have taken such great care of me. I consider this an honor, Lord Poseidon.“
Poseidon laughed as he sat back. „Good, good, I am glad you are enjoying this. Because we aren’t done yet.“ He drew back just to slam himself into Polites again.
The man was so bruised, so tired, so spent, all he could do was weep quietly and let the god fuck him. Limp like a broken toy he just let his body move in rhythm. He barely even reacted when Poseidon leaned forward and bit his shoulder, drawing blood and licking it up.
„Good boy.“ Poseidon moaned as he sped up his thrusts. „Yes, you will do nicely.“ He slammed into him one final time and spilled his seed, forcing more and more into the poor man.
The tentacles retracted, but Poseidon kept his cock buried, watching the mortal crying and staring at the distant ceiling. „But there is no need to cry.“ He spoke in mock sympathy, leaning over to wipe the tears away. Polites didn’t even look at him anymore.
Poseidon hummed as he sat back and ran his nails over Polites’ belly in a circular motion. „That ought to suffice. Wouldn’t want to break you. Not yet at least.“ He chuckled and finally pulled out of the mortal.
Polites sobbed quietly. It was fine. He had agreed to this. He had agreed to this. He had agreed to this.
Almost lovingly Poseidon picked him up. „Hold your breath now.“ He muttered as he stepped into the water.
Polites had just enough awareness left to heed his warning as they sank below the surface. Mere seconds later they were outside again. He was deposited onto wooden blanks. The light was too bright, so he kept his eyes closed. He heard voiced clamoring and coming towards them. Multiple were calling his name.
„You and your crew have my blessings to sail to your home.“ Poseidon called.
A voice very near to him replied through gritted teeth. „Thank you, Lord Poseidon.“
A clawed finger ran through his hair. „I look forward to our next meeting.“ The god whispered. Then he was gone.
A blanket was thrown over him. It was warm. It was soft. It smelled like his friend.
„Someone get a healer!“ Someone called. The person had a hand on his shoulder. It was warm. It was comforting.
Polites let himself drift off.