Chapter 7: Frank x Prometheus (Pt 2)

(To clarify, I don't think that Joji would actually have sex with Prometheus' actor just for a video. Some suspension of disbelief is neccerssary when reading this particular chapter [Or maybe they would? Who knows? Enjoy the smut.].)

Frank recoiled, but found himself absent-mindedly licking his lips.

"Oh, God! Okay! That's a big dick. That's a massive fucking dick. You should be proud, but please cover yourself up, Prometheus! It's not happening!" Frank grated.

Prometheus didn't move from the bed. Instead, he spread out his legs and arms and lay back against the headboard. This annoyed Frank. He marched up to the side of the bed and fixed Prometheus with a sceptical glare, doing his best not to look at the God's gigantic penis, which, in all probability, was only half-erect.

"I said I'm not interested. What happened to Ian and Safari Man was tragic, but I can't perform the Chromosome Infusion with you because, to be honest, all of this is really, really gay."

Prometheus remained stationary. He just continued staring at Frank with his blue, penetrating eyes. Then he took a plastic bottle from the bedside table and began oiling himself up. Frank was beginning to loose his patience.

"Look, I know you can understand me, Prometheus! I'm not fucking you! I don't care if I'll get some power boost or whatever the fuck it is. I am not bent, so just get over yourself!"

Frank was so pre-occupied with yelling he didn't realize that he was also blushing. His whole face had gone a deep shade of red and goose bumps had appeared on his pasty neck and arms. No doubt about it, Frank's body was betraying the sentiments of his mouth. Prometheus sensed Frank's inner turmoil and decided to act. He shot out a powerful arm and grabbed Frank's wrist.

"Hey, what? Hey! Let go!"

Prometheus pulled the filthy man towards him until Frank was sitting on the bed. He wrapped Frank in his muscular arms and pressed him into his perfect chest, smearing Frank's face with the oil that had only just recently been applied. By now Frank's heart was beating so fast that he could barely think. His frustration had completely dissipated and all he could do was focus on catching his breath.

"W…woah now, woah. H..hey, P..p..Prometheus. I d…don't know about this. I… I just got done p…praying the gay away, I don't want to go through that again."

Prometheus leaned over and gave Frank a gentle kiss on the cheek. By now the buff God could see the visible distress on his friend's face so he leant down and ran his fingers through Frank's greasy black hair. Then he drew eye-level with Francis of the Filth and mouthed to words to him.

'No homo'. Just two little words, but the effect was immediate.

"What? No homo?" Rasped Frank. He leant his head back and let out a rumbling gook-ish laugh.

"Oh! You mean this is just buddy-sex? Dude, I had no idea. It's just I thought, since we're in a motel, and what with the candles I thought this was gay thing…but… hell, yeah. If we're just doing this for kicks, then no problem!"

Frank laid himself flat on the bed and pulled down his pants, revealing his crusty asshole. He cleared his throat and began giving the buff God some pointers.

"Okay, so you're going to have to get in there pretty deep, because I've had some piles recently and so the diameter of my asshole has gone way, way down. Y'know what I mean?"

Prometheus looked sceptically at Frank.

"No seriously, I'm not fucking around. You just got to be careful, because if you're dick bursts one of my haemorrhoids, then that's an instant trip to the hospital. The fluid fucking stinks and it can get infected really easily. My medical insurance ran out ages ago as well. You get the idea, just consider yourself warned."

In truth, Prometheus would have preferred a more sensual approach to love making, but he had his orders from Red Dick, and understood that two lives were even now hanging in the balance. This wasn't the time to be picky. Without hesitation, Prometheus peeled the filthy blue shirt off of Frank's back and straddled him.

Then he spat into his hand and rubbed the saliva onto his throbbing erect cock. Frank grimaced as Prometheus teased the rim of his asshole. The anticipation was almost too much to bear.

"Dude, if you're going to put it in, then put it in. Enough with the fucking foreplay!"

Prometheus shook his head in dismay, visibly put-off by Frank's hot-headed approach to anal sex. It was clear that the titan disapproved of rushing what he considered to be an art form, but he realized there was no helping it, so he respectfully did as Frank asked.

Prometheus grabbed hold of Frank's ass, aligned his cock with the rim, and then (after double-checking his trajectory) thrust forwards with all of his might.

The titan's penis landed true, and all fifteen inches of his glorious God-cock spiralled right up into Frank's ass. It curled, deep, deep into the fleshy folds of his colon, causing Frank's anal cavity to expand more than twice its normal diameter. The effect was immediate.

"OHHHHHH MMYYY LOORRDDDD!" Frank screamed, half from pain and half from pleasure. Frank gripped the bed covers and began shaking. His eyes bulged in their sockets and he kicked weakly against the Titan's force.

Prometheus leant down and gave Frank another tender kiss on the cheek. Then he started pounding that tight Asian ass with all the tenacity of a fucking jackhammer.

"OHH GODDD!"

Frank was in tears at this point; not because he hated what was happening to him necessarily (although that could be debated) but because Prometheus's violent thrusts had loosened Frank's tear ducts and they had begun to flow on their own accord. Water streamed down Frank's ruddy face, which was slowly turning a deep shade of purple. His glasses had fogged over completely. It was clear that Francis of the Filth was reaching his limit.

"P…PROMETHEUS!... AWW SHIT! W…WHAT'S MY SAFE WORD, MAN!?"

Prometheus had sensed that Frank would want to quit. The vigorous fucking was proving too much for him. Not wanting to stop his pleasure, the muscular God leaned over Frank for a second time, and tilted his head so that they could lock eyes. Prometheus slowed his thrusting to give Frank some time to recover and looked deep into the filthy man's eyes. That glare told Frank everything he needed to know. 'Don't let your friends die, Frank. The Chromosome infusion is not complete. Take this dick.'

Frank was beyond scared. His insides were twisting themselves together just to accomidate Prometheus's throbbing member. He wondered whether a dick this big could actually cause internal injuries and, if so, how they would manifest themselves in hospital expenses. It was a miracle that his haemorrhoids had somehow stayed un-popped.

By this time, Prometheus was back at full-speed fucking. The steam locomotive that was his sex-drive had shifted into sixth gear, and Frank's asshole had begun to bleed at the edges.

It seemed like the agony would never end. Then, Frank realised that in spite of the pain and the fear, he himself was fully erect. His less than average sized pecker had swollen to an impressive six inches while currently sandwiched between his stomach and the mattress.

The pain reached its peak, and a wave of pleasure suddenly washed over Frank as his G-spot was stimulated in ways that he could never have imagined possible.

"OHH BABY! OHH BABY YEAAHH! FUCK ME LIKE A FLESHLIGHT, BITCH!"

Prometheus angled himself low over Frank, so that his heaving muscular chest lay flat against his lover's back. He only hoped that his lover could feel his sentiments in some way. They were sincere feelings indeed, and Prometheus had felt them strongly in his breast ever since he had come to know Francis of the Filth several thousand chromosomes ago. Although the buff-God generally preferred to stay mute, and was, in reality, far too shy to share his true thoughts, his mind roared with the expressions of goodwill that he meant for Frank to know.

'Franku-san. You are so courageous. I know why you came up here. You said you didn't want to save your friends, but deep down, I know that you do. You have had to endure so much. I am glad to lend my chromosomes to one so good ... … even if you are fucking filthy."

Moments later, Frank was the first to cum. He arched his body against Prometheus and felt jets of warm sticky semen squirt out of his dick and onto the squashed abs his stomach. The pain of his partially torn asshole had abated, and now Frank was riding the waves of Prometheus's loving fornication. They had been at it for a full fifteen minutes, even though it had felt like an eternity to Frank. The filthy man moaned in pleasure.

"AHH! Dude! Prometheus! You are the fucking man! Your cock makes me weak man, no homo!"

But Prometheus could barely hear Frank because he was edging so hard. He was going to blow his load any moment now and so he used the last few seconds to channel all of his latent power down into his testicles. Every scrap of godly might that he could spare was siphoned down into the titan's ball sack, to the degree where a gold glowing aura had appeared around the two men, slowly at first, but gaining vibrant intensity with each second that passed.

"Oh SHIT! Prometheus. I'm fucking glowing, what is this?!"

Frank knew what was happening, however. The chromosome infusion was taking place. Prometheus grabbed hold of Frank's shoulders and squeezed him like a cheap ketchup bottle. It was a sacred union in it's own way, both because it provided Frank with the chromic power neccerssary to save his captured friends, and because it had brought Prometheus and Frank together in such a way that had strengthened the otherwise tenuous relationship they were sharing beforehand. Truly, it was a beautiful thing to behold.

Then, Prometheus came. He roared aloud. The bed shook beneath him, and he shot his load into Frank's lower intestine.

"HUuurrgghh!" Prometheus yelled.

A torrent of cum erupted from the titan's sexy cock. The glowing golden aura that had surrounded them both during lovemaking shifted to Frank exclusively, and the filthy man was blasted headfirst off of the bed and into the opposite wall. He smashed into the barrier in an explosion of plaster and wood, propelled by a pressurized jet of cum that left a trail of residue dripping from walls and ceiling.

Prometheus panted, utterly exhausted from his excursion. He fell back onto the bed desperately trying to re-gain his breath. The titan was a lot smaller now. His muscles had shrunken to a fraction of their normal size and his luscious blond hair had lost its natural lustre. Prometheus looked more like a gym rat than a Grecian God. This was the cost to pay for Chromosome transfusion. All of the titan's strength-giving chromosomes had now been transferred to Frank through his semen just as planned. But where was Frank?

Prometheus peered over the bed towards the hole that Frank had made when he had crashed through the wall. He could see the broken beams of structural support and the corridor on the other side but as for Frank he had completely disappeared.

Panicked, Prometheus slowly got to his feet, still weak from his generous donation of godly might. For a second, he was afraid he might have vaporized the filthy man in a wave of crackling energy and cum.

Then the door opened, and Super Frank stepped into the room.

He hadn't gotten any larger; indeed, his muscles had stayed exactly the same size. However, Francis of the Filth was glowing so brightly that Prometheus had to shield his eyes to avoid being blinded.

Frank put his clothes back on and looked at his hands. The glowing aura was dancing around his fingers with the force of a small super-nova. At a rough estimate, Frank had just taken fifteen million chromosomes into his system, and every single one of them was filling him with untold power.

"This.." He stuttered, barely able to form the words.

"This power!...It's FUCKING INCREDIBLE! … Oh fuck, Prometheus!"

Frank saw how much Prometheus had wasted-away and he quickly moved over to the bedside. Prometheus smiled knowingly at Frank and laid his hand on top of his greasy hair. Everything was okay it seemed. Prometheus's content expression told Frank that nothing un-usual had happened during the transfusion, and that this was apparently supposed to happen.

"I won't forget this..." Rasped Frank.

"… God! I never knew that buddy sex could feel so fucking righteous! Oh! And thanks for the power boost! Christ, Red Dick was right. I feel like I could blow up all of Africa right now!"

Prometheus grinned and pointed to the door. It was time for Super Frank to save Ian and Safari Man. Frank reduced his aura to a thin layer over his skin and put two fingers to his head.

"See you later, Prometheus. Your cock is the fucking best. Don't let anyone tell you different."

With that, Super Frank teleported out of the motel room and arrived in the bathroom downstairs. He saw Pink Guy leaning over a urinal tentatively chewing a urinal cake while a bystander in a leather jacket watched masturbating.

"Franku!" Pink Guy yelled in surprise. The bystander ran out of the toilet with his dick in his hand.

"Hey b0ss! Pussi pls?" (Frank! You smell like cum! Why are you so gold?)

Frank smiled, levitated off of the floor and reached out his hand.

"C'mon you pink bastard. It's time to get our friends back."