Odysseus, from a long journeys work, has decided to land before deploying in troy. On his stay at the island, he meets a man of great strength.
"Hail good sir, do you have business with the Trojan war?"
"Actually, I came to finish a suit of trials for my father."
"He sounds quite demanding, who is he?"
"Why he is none other than the prestige God Zeus! I am his son, Hercules."
A demigod! How peculiar for him to be so close to the war, yet have no quarrel with it. I glare at Hercules frame, and the man's stunning. The pectorals of the man were well deserved, and his face seemed to have been chiseled by his father's favor. It has been long since the leave to troy, and he was generally gorgeous. I concoct a plan.
"Prestige son of Zeus, I am nobody, native to Ithaca! You have travelled long and must have grown tired. On my figure, I carry wine from the God of the substance himself! I implore you, drink the liquid, and quench the thirst burdening you!
Hercules takes the wine, and indulges himself. The taste so sweet and strong, Hercules engulfs a second bowl, and falls drunk halfway through the third. I then take Hercules to the sheep skin bed, and had my way with him. Blatantly drunk, he shows no resistance as I plunge the shaft into his Cyclops eye. He offers a hefty grown, and as I thrust, sweat drips from my face onto his back, and the brisk day soon begins to feel like a summer morning. Hefty panting, I layered his nether region in a creamy fluid, thick and tart. I then return to my ship, and rejuvenated, pursue troy.
Returning to a sober state, Hercules awakens, only to find what Odysseus has done to him.
"Philoctetes! Come quick!"
"What is it Hercules?"
"It was nobody Philoctetes, nobody has tainted me!"
"Well Hercules, if nobody tainted you, then there is nothing that I can do."
And with that, Philoctetes leaves Hercules, where the hero continues on his journey, knowing nothing can be done about Odysseus.