Warning: Non-Con Elements, Public Humiliation
It was unfair.
Hephaestus never would've thought he would be in his current situation when he was the one who suffered from the affair. Instead of his wife, he was the one waiting for his punishment and it was to be carried out in front of the residents of Olympus.
The blacksmith silently sat in the waiting area, wondering how it all led down to this and if he even deserved the punishment that awaited him outside.
If he thought about it, it all started when Zeus had made him an Olympian and had been given Aphrodite as his wife in exchange for releasing Hera from the throne he had made and for what his mother had done to him in the past. The goddess of love was against the union, declaring that she could never love an "ugly" god like him, but Zeus had the final say and they were wedded.
Hephaestus was happy of course; who wouldn't be when you were married to one of the most beautiful immortals out there? He tried to be the best husband he could be and showered her with gifts and jewelries that made women envious of her.
But in exchange, what did she give him?
The sight of her naked form in their marriage bed with the god of war.
Hephaestus could still remember the fury he had felt when he saw their entangled bodies underneath the golden net, while a small part of him had also been heartbroken.
He had called upon Zeus and Hera to show them the cheating couple and had demanded to end their marriage there and then. Some of the gods followed suit to see the commotion and laughed at the lovers which led to Ares cursing and demanding the blacksmith to free them while Aphrodite burst into tears at the sheer humiliation.
Even in his fury, Hephaestus pitied her and decided to release them when Poseidon intervened, promising also that his dowry would be returned to him. But when he was summoned by Zeus the next day, instead of his dowry and his freedom, he was shocked to hear that he would be punished for the humiliation he had done to his wife.
Apparently, Aphrodite had cried to Zeus beforehand, convincing him that she was the real victim and didn't deserve the humiliation done upon her. On the other hand, the king was known to have a soft spot for his daughters, so when the goddess had pleaded that she may punish her husband, he had given her his consent.
She wanted Hephaestus to feel the same humiliation she had dealt with so she demanded to have Ares have sex with him in front of the entire Olympus.
In turn, the blacksmith was shocked by the absurdity of it all and began to speak up against it, and surprisingly, Hera took his side, adding that she was also willing to dissolve their marriage.
While the royal couple began to argue, Hephaestus glanced at Ares who was scowling during the whole ordeal and wondered why his half-brother still hasn't spoken a single word. When finally asked by his father if he agreed with the punishment, Ares replied, "If that's what Aphrodite wants, then so be it."
Hephaestus found himself speechless, wondering if his wife had pleaded with the war god into going along with her demand, because there was no way he would agree so easily. However, with both supposed injured parties satisfied with the punishment to be given, Zeus gave the finality that he was to be punished on the next evening.
While Aphrodite humbly thanked their king, Ares, on the other hand, met his gaze and gave him a smug look. "Looks like we'll be giving Olympus a show, brother."
The blacksmith felt himself slightly shiver, but before he could think of it, he found himself being led away by the guards, and the sudden realization of what was to happen tomorrow evening finally dawned upon him.
Hephaestus snapped out of his thoughts as the guards with him in the waiting area told him it was time. Silently, he stood up and began heading towards the entrance of the colosseum arena.
The Olympus colosseum was a smaller version than the ones used by mortals but large enough to seat a few thousands. This was where they usually held their sporting activities and mock battles, and for tonight it would be used again for the entertainment of its residents, but this time they were to watch the punishment of the blacksmith.
Entering the arena, Hephaestus was greeted by the cheers from the audience and suddenly he felt nauseous. He had hoped only a few would come to watch since who would even want to see the "ugly" blacksmith be fucked in the first place? But seeing this crowd, it was like tonight's the annual Olympus games.
It was packed, as if every immortal being was there, save for the likes of the virgin goddesses and underworld residents. While in the middle of the arena was a king-size bed, and seeing it Hephaestus suddenly had the urged to turn around and ditch them, but he knew there would be consequences.
He was reminded why he was forcing himself to do this like an obedient dog. Zeus could be cruel at times and if he refused to go through with the punishment, he could discipline him in other ways, like hurting Thetis and Eurynome—who thankfully weren't there. He didn't want the goddesses who had raised him to watch tonight's "entertainment".
The blacksmith directed his gaze towards Zeus, who looked back at him impassively, before noticing the empty seat beside him.
He still felt a bit distant towards Hera after what she had done to him but he knew she was trying her best to make amends, like what she did yesterday by taking his side, and now to see her vacant throne made him feel more thankful towards her.
He just didn't like the idea of any of his parents to watch him get punished.
Just below where the king sat, seated in the front rows was Aphrodite, who was watching him with a smirk on her face. Even with that devious smile she still looked gorgeous, though he had to remind himself she was the cause of all this.
"You can do this, Heph!"
The said god looked to the other side to see the drunken Dionysus cheering him on. The latter had told him earlier he would come not to watch him get fucked, but to give him his moral support.
His cousin should be thankful he wasn't close by or he would've strangled him already.
The crowd began to cheer again as the god of war finally entered from the other side. The two gods then started heading towards the bed while the audience hollered loudly especially for Ares, as if they were just going to unsheathe their swords and face each other in battle.
Suddenly, a different kind of sword popped up in the blacksmith's head and he almost gagged.
They reached the bed and Zeus gave the signal for Ares to start, and in turn, the war god smirked at Hephaestus. "You ready, brother?"
He wasn't, and if he had the choice, he was willing to be stripped away of his Olympian seat rather than what Ares was about to do to him.
"Don't want to talk, huh? Well, you'll be opening that mouth later on, I'll make sure of it," Ares said cockily. "But first, take your clothes off."
Hephaestus didn't move at first, wanting to defy him, but then that also meant defying the king of the gods and that alone sunk his resolve.
"I said take them off," Ares ordered him again. "Or, do you want me to do it for you?"
Not liking the idea, he grudgingly began to take off his clothes one by one until he wore nothing but his hooded scarf.
He was one of the few gods who wore modest clothing and only ever took his clothes off in the privacy of his home. Most of the audience had thought that the blacksmith had nothing to show, so when they saw his lean form and that size between his legs, some of them whistled while others eyed him with interest.
"Guess we were wrong about you down there," Ares remarked while eying his manhood.
Hephaestus felt embarrassed and had the sudden urge to cover himself, but he knew this was just the tip of the iceberg.
"Your hood."
"What?" Hephaestus said, even though he already knew what he meant.
"Take off your hood."
His hand started to move but then stopped himself. "No, it stays on."
"Oh really? Then why don't we ask our audience?" Ares looked around the arena, and in a loud voice he asked them, "Do you want the hood on? Or he takes it off?"
"Take it off!" a satyr shouted, in which the others agreed and began to chant, "Take it off! Take it off!"
Hephaestus could only grit his teeth, hating how they were enjoying this, and hating that smug look on Ares's face. The reason he hid his own face—hid that "hideous" scar beneath his hood—was because he didn't want people to see it and didn't like the way they looked at him.
Without another word, he took off his hooded scarf and discarded it on the ground along with the rest of his clothes. He was already naked but now he felt even more so, and he could sense those passing whispers and snickers among the crowd. He had grown numb to them since childhood except this time was different, but still he steeled himself and continued ignoring those judging eyes upon him.
"Y'know, if you didn't have that scar you ain't half-bad," Ares remarked while looking at his scar before giving him his usual smirk. "Before we begin, I'd just like to remind you that you have no choice but to do what I say. Obey, and it'll be easier on both our parts…unless you want to prolong this evening."
Hephaestus didn't bother to respond since he knew all too well the consequences of any disobedience from him.
"Good boy," Ares spoke mockingly. "Now, kneel."
Slowly, Hephaestus knelt before the war god without looking at his face, but he regretted it when the latter brought out his swor—cock and realized what was about to occur.
There were whistles from the audience as they were impressed at the size of the war god's manhood, and some were already wishing they were in the blacksmith's place.
In turn, the praises Ares was receiving boosted his already overbearing ego and it showed from that triumphant look on his face. "This reminds me of when your wife was amazed the first time she saw me," he spoke, smirking at the god below him. "And she loved it ever since."
It was already too much that Hephaestus was kneeling naked in front of a crowd with the war god's crotch inches away from him, but to be reminded of the affair really rubbed the salt into his wounds.
"Let's not keep our audience waiting, brother," Ares continued to say. "Y'know what to do."
Seeing that god—manhood, Hephaestus couldn't help but gulp and regretted it when the other god saw him do so. Hesitantly, he wrapped his hand around it and guided it towards his mouth. The moment the tip touched his dry lips, he quivered and told himself it was out of disgust before parting them and taking it into his mouth. His tongue instinctively brushed the foreign flesh and felt it twitch, and he had to stop the urge to gag before forcing himself in continuing to take it.
"That's right, take it nice and slow," Ares said, before warning him, "And don't even dare to try and bite it."
Ohh he so wanted to, especially with his teeth just brushing along that shaft. He could only take it halfway in, bitterly admitting to himself it was rather big for him to take it fully. He then began to slowly pull it out before taking it back in; he continued doing this until he felt it hardening and he was starting to have a tough time.
Hephaestus focused himself in giving the other god head and ignored the hollers from the audience. He didn't care if he was doing a poor job, though from the low growls Ares was emitting, he couldn't help but wonder if he was actually doing it right.
He then tasted something rather salty and warm and realized he was tasting the god's precum. He couldn't help but gag at this, wanting to stop already, but before he could pull out that shaft a hand suddenly gripped his hair and began pushing him forward, taking it deeper into his mouth.
"Seems like you're having a hard time," Ares remarked. "How 'bout I help you out a bit?"
Hephaestus began to struggle away but that strong grasp forced him to take it all the way in, feeling that length down his throat and causing him to gag uncontrollably. He decided to stop struggling and instead focused on controlling his breathing and gag reflex, but just when he managed to calm himself down, Ares pulled himself out before thrusting back into his throat, causing him to gag again.
The war god began pumping his dick in and out of that mouth, and with the blacksmith helpless, the latter could only try pulling back when that fully hardened shaft pushed too deep down his throat.
Hephaestus could only hope Ares would finish already, though he immediately regretted it when he suddenly felt that cock pulse and came into his mouth. He quickly tried to pull away but that grip on his hair only tightened and he was forced to gulp that warm liquid down.
"That's right, brother, drink it all in," Ares spoke in a low tone as he enjoyed watching the other god squirm before him while gulping down his seed. "And if I see a single drop come out of that mouth, you'll be taking my dick again, you want that?"
The blacksmith definitely didn't want another so he had no choice but to force himself to gulp it all down.
When the war god was certain Hephaestus downed his cum up to the last drop, he finally pulled out and released him. The latter instantly began coughing, disgusted and feeling sick to the stomach, wanting to vomit that warm liquid he could now feel swishing inside him.
He was disgusted not only with himself but also at the cheering crowd enjoying his humiliation. Now he knew what Aphrodite had felt beneath his golden net, and this was only just the beginning.
"Huh, and here I thought you were hating every second of this."
Hephaestus wiped his lips before glaring at the other god. "I am."
Ares raised an eyebrow, a smirk forming on his face. "Is that so?"
The blacksmith followed his gaze and was shocked to see his own semi-erect member. He hadn't felt it hardening since there had been another cock being shoved down his throat, but before he could further think about it he stopped himself, not liking the thought forming in his head—that he unconsciously enjoyed having that pulsing flesh in his mouth.
"Get up," Ares began ordering him. "On the bed, and kneel."
Hephaestus could only grit his teeth as he obeyed and stood up. He got on the bed and knelt himself in the middle, not liking the way those sheets felt soft to the touch. The other god then threw something in front of him and he picked it up to see it was a small bottle of oil.
Ares then spoke in a rather husky tone, "Prepare yourself."
He didn't like the way his body shivered at that tone, and he especially didn't like how low the war god spoke those words as if he wanted only him to hear it.
Opening the bottle, he poured its content onto his palm and lathered his fingers. Reaching behind, he took a deep breath before prodding his entrance and slid two digits in. They felt foreign and uncomfortable inside him, though he continued inserting them until they were all the way in.
Hephaestus closed his eyes so he could concentrate, wanting to block those noises coming from their—his—audience, before pulling his digits out and pushing them right back in. He did this slowly at first, feeling his own fingers be engulfed by his tight walls every time he thrusted them in before gradually increasing the pace.
In the midst of it, he found himself panting softly and opened his eyes to see his manhood now fully erect. He had never known he could feel such pleasure from just using his fingers up till now.
"Enjoying yourself?" Ares spoke, a smirk forming on his face. "You should be using three fingers, even better if you can use your whole hand."
He tried to ignore him, but remembering that length made him insert a third one and began loosening himself more.
Ares then ordered him, "Your other hand, use it to stroke yourself."
Without a second thought, the blacksmith took his neglected, hardened shaft and a small gasp escaped his lips as he began stroking himself. As his hand moved up and down his length, precum trickled from the slit down towards his hand, slickening his movements as he increased the pace, while those fingers never halted in pumping in and out of his tight hole.
He was giving them the show they wanted—the show that they came here for. He could feel all of their eyes on him—feel Ares's eyes watching him as he fucked himself with his own fingers, pleasured himself with his own hands.
"For someone being punished, you really are enjoying this," Ares remarked intriguingly.
But Hephaestus didn't hear him nor the crowd urging him on, and could only focus on teasing and pleasuring himself as he neared his climax. His eyes shut as he came with a gasp, his cum spilling on the sheets beneath him. He took a few deep breaths to compose himself before opening his eyes to see the mess he made on the once pristine sheets. He also saw his hand now soiled with his own cum and felt ashamed of what he just did. Around him, he could hear his spectators shouting that they wanted more—wanted him to be fucked now.
His gaze went towards Ares and saw what seemed like hunger in those eyes, while that bulge beneath his clothes meant that he too enjoyed the show he gave them. He should've been repulsed but that traitorous part of him made him tremble at the way those eyes roamed around his soiled, naked body.
"I've heard from Aphrodite this will be your first time," Ares spoke, his voice lacing with mockery as he then asked, "Is that true, brother?"
Hephaestus shifted his gaze away, not bothering to respond. He was a married god and yet he was a virgin, and that was because his wife didn't want to do anything with him, didn't even want to sleep in the same bed with him. He didn't even get the chance to lay down on their marriage bed and had been forced to sleep on the sofa in their bedroom ever since. And now, he was going to lose his virginity not only to this brute who took his wife from him, but while in front of the entire Olympus.
His lack of response made Ares's smirk grow wider. "So, what she told me is true, you are a virgin!" He let out a laugh before continuing, "No wonder your wife couldn't compare us, when there's nothing to compare at all!"
Hephaestus's cheeks went red as another wave of shame and embarrassment hit him. On the other hand, the audience began to gossip and guffaw at this new-found revelation, while others weren't even surprised and only confirmed their suspicions of the blacksmith still being an untouched virgin.
A nereid sitting near Aphrodite even asked for her confirmation. "Is it true, my lady?"
"Alas, it's true!" the goddess replied with feigned pity. "My poor husband has no one but himself! That is why I pleaded with Ares to be a little gentle with him on his first time."
"Nahh let him have it, lord Ares!" yelled Eris. "Fuck him hard!"
Most of them agreed with the goddess of discord and began chanting, "Fuck him hard! Fuck him hard!"
"You heard them, brother. It's time we give them a real show," Ares said, before ordering him, "Turn around, on your hands and knees."
When Hephaestus's only remaining pride had been shattered before thousands of spectators, there was no longer any point in resisting and decided to just fully submit to the god of war.
Turning around, he got on all fours, displaying his rear not only for Ares but for the whole Olympus to see. In return, he earned another round of catcalls from them, heard them say he had such a fine ass—which he did.
He then felt the bed dip, signaling Ares finally joining him before sensing his form positioning behind him. All of a sudden, he felt anxious as he couldn't help but think about what was to happen next—and if the war god would even fit him. He then felt a rough hand grasping his side and another shiver ran down his spine, and he wasn't sure if it was due to fear or, dare he say it, excitement.
"You'll understand why your wife keeps on coming back to me, and it's not just because of the way you look. I'll make you feel what she felt every time I fucked her in your marriage bed," Ares spoke smugly as he hungrily eyed that tight hole and his grip on the blacksmith became tighter. "I'll show you what you can never give her!"
For a split second, Hephaestus was reminded why he hated Ares, despised him because Aphrodite chose the handsome god of war over him —the "ugly" god of the forge—but all of that hatred, envy, and resentment he would forget in entirety the moment that cock plunged inside him.
In one swift motion, Ares thrusted hard inside the blacksmith, hitting that sensitive spot deep within that made the latter cry in both pain and pleasure. His body arched and trembled at the sudden rush of both sensations and he couldn't even stop that pathetic sob escaping his lips.
Ares didn't even give him time to adjust and began pumping in and out of him, while feeling his own limp cock starting to harden again. His grip on the sheets tightened, trying hard to keep his posture up as the older god relentlessly thrusted into his hole. He let out a sharp gasp when Ares seized his neglected cock and began stroking it, syncing it with his own thrusts.
As his gasps turned into sweet moans of pleasure, he fleetingly wondered how could he even enjoy himself when he was literally being fucked in front of a crowd. He should have been ashamed, disgusted, humiliated—but gods, it was just too good for him to care!
Hephaestus was too lost in the overwhelming sensations that he couldn't even hear the audience cheering for the spectacle he was giving them, nor the shouting towards Ares to fuck him more, deeper, and harder.
The war god didn't even need to be told as he was already pounding the blacksmith's hole, hitting that sweet spot continuously while squeezing and pumping the latter's aching cock, making him cry in pure, sweet pleasure.
Hephaestus could sense he was nearing his climax and a few thrusts were all it took for him to cum. He cried loudly as he came, his whole body shuddering at the intensity of his climax, soiling once again the tainted white sheets beneath him.
Ares continued thrusting into him until he reached his own climax and spilled his seed inside Hephaestus. The latter could only sob in relief as he felt his arms and knees starting to buckle, weary from his own climax, but then suddenly he was flipped over and he was now lying on his back, seeing the war god looking smugly at him.
"Enjoyed your first time? Then again, you were moaning and crying like a bitch in heat just now. Reminds me of the first time I fucked your wife."
Hephaestus wanted to knock that smirk off his face, but he knew it was pointless. He then heard the shouts of the crowd getting louder, demanding them that they wanted more.
"You heard them, brother," Ares said as he lifted the blacksmith's legs, positioning his cock again at his entrance. Seeing it leaking with his own cum made his manhood begin to harden once more. "We shouldn't keep our audience waiting."
Hephaestus glared at him and told him, "Then shut up and fuck me already!"
A wicked grin formed on Ares's face before slamming into the blacksmith, eliciting a sharp cry from him before starting to pound him again.
This time, Hephaestus let his voice be heard among the crowd: moaning, gasping, and crying in sweet sensation as Ares took him again and again, the latter showing him ways in which he could be taken, pleasured—fucked.
And at that point he didn't care anymore; he didn't care if his voice became hoarse from crying, didn't care if he moaned loudly for the whole Olympus to hear, and he didn't care if he made lewd faces while being railed by the god of war.
The whole world could watch him get fucked and he just wouldn't care.
Hephaestus lost count on how many times Ares took him, and when he was full and his hole was overflowing with cum, Ares came onto his stomach so he was now sticky with both of their seeds.
As they both came down from their last climax, the blacksmith thought he had never felt this sensation in his life up until now, and if this was what Aphrodite had been seeking from the war god whenever he was working away tirelessly in his forge then he couldn't fault her anymore.
Maybe Ares had been right that he could never satisfy his wife nor give her this raw pleasure he had just experienced, and he felt a pang of bitterness at the thought of it.
He then sensed the other god looming over him so he opened his eyes to see Ares with a rather satisfied look on his face. "Looks like we've entertained our audience, brother."
Indeed, he could hear the applause from the crowd as if both of them had willingly put on a show for their sick, twisted pleasure.
Suddenly, his hands seized Ares's wrist who grabbed his neck, squeezing him tight but not enough to fully choke him. The war god then threatened him, "Before we end this, I want to warn you that next time you try and trap me and Aphrodite again, I'll drag your ugly ass towards the public square and fuck you hard in broad daylight."
Even if it was a threat, Hephaestus couldn't help but shiver at the image and a small whimper escaped his lips.
"You want that, don't you? To think someone like you is into that." Ares then leaned closer so only he could hear the next words he spoke, "Don't worry, this isn't over yet since it was only your wife who punished you now and I just did her bidding. I, on the other hand, have a different punishment for you."
Hephaestus gasped as that hand released him and quickly replaced with his own hand to soothe his neck.
On the other hand, Ares got off the bed and began walking away brazenly in his naked form, while the crowd cheered and applauded him like a warrior who just won in battle.
The blacksmith left on the bed slowly sat up, his body fully bare for the spectators' eyes to linger on. Some of them were even eying him with what seemed like want—like desire—but he couldn't even be bothered by them.
Hephaestus was once again alone, his body sore and soiled with sweat and cum, but it was only now he felt the burning humiliation after going through such sick and cruel punishment. He brought his knees towards him and wrapped his arms around them, tucking his head to block them all out while his nails dug into his skin as he drowned deeper into his own pool of shame and disgust.
He also couldn't forget those last words of Ares and he hated how his body had reacted to it, hated how he had let himself surrender to the god of war, hated how even after what he had just gone through, the punishment, the humiliation, the unfairness of it all, and yet…
He wanted so much to be punished again.
Reviews are much appreciated.