This Young Hercules story is a prequel to Tol’s BAD BOYS. Even though this is a Young Hercules story
it is definitely not for children, with masturbation, thoughts of slash, and
other squicky things. Be warned!!
She had been his favorite.
Because of her he would even consent to go fishing with his
brother and his friend, Iolaus. She
made it worth the hours they would spend on the riverbank waiting for fish that
never seemed to want to bite and talking for hours about things in which he had
no interest and about which his brother always seemed to be right. Never talking about the good stuff because
his brother was so young and so naïve.
He always wished Iolaus would talk about sex. He’d love to hear the
stories about the things he’d heard the little blonde had been doing with men
on the streets, late at night, when his too good brother was asleep. He went fishing with them, because then
there would be leftover fish that he could sneak out and feed her.
She was golden with tiger stripes. She loved to rub her whole body against his leg, like a wanton
hussy begging more, begging for him.
He’d hold her on his lap and slowly pet her soft fur. He’d feel the rattle in her neck as pure
unadulterated pleasure swept through her body.
She had to have been feeling the way he did when he would lie in his bed
alone in the dark and fondle his cock – thinking about Iolaus and what he did
for money on the street. He’d let her
lick his fingers, and thought about letting her lick his cock, but chickened
out every time. He could just imagine
how such a rough tongue would feel against the hard smoothness.
Herc and Iolaus had gotten to play in the barn today while he had
had to help his mother in the garden.
He’d heard them laughing. He’d
wondered if Iolaus had gotten Herc to pull down his pants. He couldn’t imagine Herc sucking Iolaus’s
cock, and Herc’s was still that of a child; but. . . . Thinking about them had made the rows of
weedy vegetables even longer. He had
heard them running, he had heard Herc scream, and he had been sure that Iolaus
had finally taken his brother’s virginity.
Other things happened. It
wasn’t until after dinner that he finely had gone to the barn to feed her some
leftover scraps of meat. No fish today,
his brother had spent the afternoon fucking and not fishing. He called, the private name that only the
two of them knew, and she didn’t come.
He looked in all her secret hiding places, and then almost stumbled on
her right in plain sight. She was cold
and lifeless, stiff and twisted. His
favorite cat was dead and he knew what and who killed her.
* * *
“It was an accident, mother.
I’m sorry. Iolaus told me that
when a cat falls it always lands on its feet.
We kept dropping it from higher and higher up. I figured she must have liked it, because she didn’t run
away. She kept coming back to play with
us.”
Alcmeme stood and looked at her young son, her pride and
joy. He was growing so handsome and
tall, so strong and wise. She had to
remember that he was still only a child.
Children grew up so fast. If she
believed the stories she heard at the market she should have forbidden him
playing with Iolaus a long time ago, but the two of them had always been such
close friends. Herc was so much closer
with the older, smaller blonde boy than with his own brother. It seemed just the other way, that Hercules
was exerting positive influences on Iolaus helping him to grow up to be a
better man.
If the golden cat hadn’t been Iphicles’s favorite. Her older son, almost a man, had come to
her with tears on his dusty face.
Still crying as he sobbed out the story about his brother and his friend
having murdered his cat. With any other
cat she would have stopped and told him a story about life and death and moving
on. Just as much as her submission to
the Tom cat and later give birth to a litter of kittens, her death was part of
the inevitableness of life itself. Iph
would have to learn that. But, she was
his favorite and Alcmeme had to do something.
Hercules had something to learn, too. She might not get another change. In another few months the boy was going to be taller than she
was. He was already much stronger. What if he succumbed to the temptations of
the streets? What if he hurt a person
by accident? She had talked to him so
much, but maybe she hadn’t made her point clear. She always thought she had.
She knew what most boys would expect from their fathers if they had done
something like this. But he didn’t have
a father handy; it was just for her to do.
It was going to hurt her more than it hurt him. She was sure of that.
* * * *
“I know you are sorry, Hercules.
But you were wrong.” Iph
listened as his mother talked to his brother in a tone he had never heard her
use with him before. “Life is
sacred. Not something you play
with. The cat wasn’t a toy that broke. It was a life. . . a life that you took for
your amusement.”
Iphicles knew that he would have cried if his mother talked to
him like that. Herc didn’t cry. He peeked through the crack in the barn
siding and watched as his mother and brother looked at each other; each trying
to decide what was going to happen next.
Iphicles knew what he wanted to have happen; he just had no faith that
his mother would be willing to do it.
“You need to be punished.”
A grin grew on Iph’s face. Would
she really?
“I’ll be punished enough knowing I made you . . .
“Damn, that little brownnose is going to talk his way out of
this, too. He’s got mother wrapped
around his little finger.” Iphicles
thought.
“No, Hercules, this time I have to do something that you will
remember the next time you are tempted to do something stupid and
dangerous. Just because others think it
is fun. I want you to think back. . .”
Iph watched as his brother turned away from his mother and
started walking away slowly. “I’ll
remember.”
“You sure will remember young man. Stop and look at me. I
need your belt.”
Hercules turned to his mother with an incongruous look on his
face.
“Your belt. Pull it out
of your pants and give it to me.”
Iph couldn’t believe what his mother was saying or the tone of
voice she was using. He watched as his
mother took the belt and dangled it at her side.
“Now pull your pants down and bend over that bale of hay.”
She pulled off Hercules breechclout exposing his white ass to the
dusty strings of sunlight entering the barn.
Iph felt . . . he couldn’t believe what watching this was doing to him
and to his cock. That was something his
mother never told him about when she had explained how he might get an erection
in the morning, when looking at a pretty girl, or even when called upon to talk
in class. He pulled down his trousers
and took his almost man sized cock in his hands. It was the one thing he had that was better than Hercules’s.
“You’ve been bad, Hercules.
Bad boys have to be punished.”
Iph watched without breathing as his mother slapped the belt over
his brother’s butt. He could almost
feel it. He could see pink, and then
red, welts being raised by the strip of heavy leather. Hercules, of course, was taking it like a
man.
“I hope you remember this next time you are tempted to do
something stupid.” Alcmeme said as she
walked away.
Iphicles sat on the floor just outside his brother’s view and
watched as the jism shot out of his
cock and making white puddles on the floor. “I will. . . “ he thought, “this has to have been even better
than the cat's tongue would have been."
McJude
October 15, 2003