Daddy Orthus

Lysander yells back to his friends, "Come on! We're almost there!"

"Gods be damned Lys! You've got way too much energy!" Orian replies.

Three friends, Orian, Lysander, and Atticus, have decided to climb the treacherous Mound of Persefone to the supposed birthplace of the three-headed dog Cerberus in hopes of finding treasure and getting rich. While their journey begins with high hopes, an unfortunate case of mistaken identity leads them to an end where they're forced to offer their bodies in exchange for their lives. Although, "forced" may be too strong a word.

"Hurry up! We have to find that treasure; we spent all our money already!" Lysander calls again.

"You mean you spent all our money," Atticus yells, "Even though you contributed nothing."

Lysander folds his arms, "Maybe not drachmas, but I was the one who got all the info!"

"Only 'cause the scholars visit you so much," Orian grumbles.

"Hey! You have your regulars and I have mine!" Lysander, a petite man with long sandy hair, pouts.

"Yeah yeah, you're right. Not your fault they're all broke bums," Atticus, a lean man with dark hair sneers.

"I wish the owner would pay us more. We're the ones keeping that bath house running!" Orian, a toned, brown haired man says.

All three men work as "attendents" in the same bathhouse just outside one of the major cities. They've long since been the real selling point of the establishment. The "service" they provide, typically to older men, is top notch, and they earn as much in tips as they do in wages; sometimes more if a few rich centurions decided to pay them a visit. Still, their boss is a shrewd businessman man, and he knows that they need him as much as he needs them. All 3 had "ran their own business" before their employment, and they knew a steady wage was worth more than the occasional lucky break.

They walk and climb until sunset, when they see a stone temple built nearly at the peak. It's shrouded by olive trees, and there are only a smattering of statues and offerings, but it's clear that the hut was built by talented craftsmen. Stray beams of firelight flicker from inside the structure, casting an orange glow across the doorway.

"That's it!" Lysander points, "That's gotta be the temple!"

Atticus grabs his shoulder, "Don't you see the light? Someone's definitely in there."

"Something's in there," Orian corrects, "I wouldn't say it can only be humans."

"Ooorrr," Lysander counters, "The people who lit it forgot to un-light it when they left!"

Atticus shakes his head, "Lys, I don't think you'd survive without that bathhouse."

"And what's that supposed to mean?" Lysander squeaks with a stomp of his ornate leather sandal.

Orian steps between them, "It doesn't matter. It's getting dark, and we need a place to sleep. If there's people still inside, we'll steal the fire to make our own camp somewhere else."

Lysander's eyes light up, "Just like Prometheus!" He twirls around, letting his pink peplos fan out, "You see? The gods really are watching our quest!"

Atticus squints, "Isn't Prometheus being eaten alive by birds? Lord Zeus's punishment for him stealing fire?"

"Yeah, well, Zeus isn't watching us right now," Lysander retorts as he flips his long hair back, "A priest told me I am favored by Aphrodite, the goddess of love. She's definitely the one guiding us, because love always wins in the end."

Orian snorts, "Was the priest's dick in your ass?"

"No!" Lysander snaps, "It was in my mouth, which is completely different! I could see the honesty in his eyes when he said it."

Orian sighs, Atticus shrugs, and the three walk into the stone hut. Inside, there are more luxurious items piled up in corners. Vases, statues, sculptures. Nothing particularly valuable, but still impressive. There aren't any offerings, however. Fine by them, as rotting food would inevitably spawn flies.

"There's no one here..." Atticus says as the trio take in the temple's antichamber.

Orian inspects a lit ornate brazier depicting a two headed dog. The dog stands watch over voluptuous women, all piled at his feet like discarded blankets.

"It's missing a head," Lysander says from behind him, "You think it's worth anything?"

Orain shakes his head, "Not enough to bring back with us. The metal looks like the forge dregs my dad used to throw out. And they messed and only made two heads. There's no place for a third to go."

Lysander inspects it a little closer, "It almost looks like... like those women are trying to touch him..."

"Shh!" Atticus shushes them,"You hear that?"

The three go quiet and alert. It's faint, but from the far side of the chamber, echoing from the dark, is a gurgling noise.

"Wha-wha-what's tha-at?" Lysander stammers as he moves behind Orian.

"Let's find out," Atticus says.

He runs outside and returns with an olive branch. He pulls his loincloth out from under his grey and white toga and wraps it around the top of the stick. Then he dips the cloth into the brazier, soaking up as much oil and fire as possible.

"Your balls are gonna freeze," Orian jokes.

Atticus sighs, "Yeah well, I wasn't planning on having kids anyways."

They huddle, Lysander gripping Orian's tunic, and walk forward. The light exposes the mouth of a large tunnel, descending into the dark. Carved into the wall are depictions of monsters flying out of the penis of a monstrous dog. Orian studies the art, ignoring the weight of the tiny man behind him, squinting in an attempt to gleam any wisdom from it

Atticus squares his shoulders, "This must be where the treasure is. Let's grab some before whoever else is here takes it all first."

"It better be a lot of treasure," Lysander whimpers.

The stairs eventually flatten out to a level hall. To their surprise, lit torches dot the walls, casting insufficient light. The hall is covered in tapestries depicting ancient monsters of myth standing in regal poses.

"Does someone live here?" Orian wonders out loud.

"No," Atticus answers, "I don't think anyone could survive down here. It's too cold."

"Maybe it's a monster..." Lysander whispers in terror.

Orian scoffs, "Like Cerberus?"

"It could be! That's why we're here, isn't it?"

"Lys," Atticus says, "Cerberus is guarding the river Styx. He's not wandering around some temple in the middle of nowhere. If he were, we wouldn't be going after his treasure."

Lysander sheepishly suggests, "Maybe he came to visit?"

With very little effort, Orian picks up Lysander and sets him on his shoulder.

"You're being too much, Lys," Orian says, "Let's pick up the pace, we're getting close."

As they draw nearer to the source of the gurgling, the sound becomes much more recognizable. It's the sound of water. A spring, to be precise. They round a corner and a small waterspout gushing into a wide, circular pool of steaming water. The bright moon illuminates the scene through a hole overhead, making the pool look like a god's silver mirror. The trio stand in awe of the blessed site, silently taking in it's beauty.

"An underground hot spring," Atticus says with a dropped jaw.

"Well, it's not impossible," Orian says, trying to rationalize and demystify the scene, "I mean, we are on the side of a mountain."

"Who cares!" Lysander says, "It's a bath!"

With unbelievable speed, he whips off his clothes and jumps straight in. The others shrug and join him, pulling off their clothes with the quick, practice motion they learned while working. They swim and lounge in the water, and the cold and soreness melt away. More than that, their lingering discomforts and even their scrapes and bruises disappear.

"This is better than the bath at home!" Atticus says, sinking further in.

Orian dips his head under and pulls it back out, "Forget Aphrodite, we must have the favor of Lord Dionysus!"

"This is so good!" Lysander sighs, floating listlessly, "It's even making my head feel funny!"

"Mine too..." Atticus says, contemplating the miraculous properties of the pool.

He takes another look at the water, then up at the moon. There's something off about it. It's far closer than he's ever seen it. He shakes the doubt away, and comes to join Orian at the edge of the pool.

"Heyyyy," Lysander says as he squeezes himself between the other two, "I'm glad we're spending more time together. We hardly see each other when we're working."

"That's true," Orian says. He reaches an arm around Lysander's waist and pulls him tighter, "We're so busy all the time. It's good to have a break."

Lysander throws one leg over Orian and straddles his lap. Their eyes lock with a tangible intensity. Atticus, too lost in thought and again staring up at the bright moon, doesn't notice.

"You know, I hate to talk shop when we're relaxing but..." Lysander purrs as he wraps his arms around Orian's neck, "I was just thinking it's high time we... compare notes?"

Orian grabs his waist and pulls him in closer, "Sure, Lys. I'm interested in seeing your new techniques, if you want to show me."

Atticus is shaken out of thought when the two come together, mouths wide on each other, the sound of twisting tongues and muffled breaths emitting out. He's so used to this kind of thing, it was something he did day to day, and it had since lost its spark. Or, it should have. Somehow, this is different. It's exciting. It's like he's a total virgin again. His mouth waters as his hands start rubbing his cock.

Then Lysander's eyes catch sight of Atticus' erect penis. He reaches down and starts stroking it for him, slowly and sensually. Atticus closes his eyes as the soft hand works his shaft with expertise. Had Lysander's handjobs always felt this good?

"Trying to leave me out, Lys?" Orian says, getting to his feet, "Then I'll have you stroke mine with your mouth!"

Lysander looks almost hungry as he swallows Orain's meaty cock. He doesn't stop stroking Atticus while Orian forces his rod into him and humps his mouth. He stops to pull his meat out and lay it on Lysander's face. Lysander giggles with joy, then starts running his tongue along the side of the shaft. He goes lower, licking further and further down, until he begins sucking on Orian's balls. After his testicals are coated in saliva, Orian grabs Lysander by his hair, pulls him back, and forces his cock down the petite throat of his friend. Atticus watches in envy as the throat bulges and shrinks with each hard thrust. Unable to stand it anymore, he gets to his feet and pokes Lysander's cheek with his tip.

"I want you to suck me off too, Lys" he begs.

Lysander smiles and takes a cock in each hand, holding them together. He runs his tongue over the tips and wraps his soft lips around both. His tongue licks the insides of their foreskins and under their heads, sending leg-shaking jolts of pleasure through the two larger men's bodies. Orian grabs Atticus' head and pulls him into a deep kiss. Their tongues lick and rub as Lysander sucks their dicks, taking them as far inside as he can get them to go. Bodies tingle and the three start to feel weak. At the bathhouse, this would be nothing to them. So why was it so potent here?

A deep, rumbling voice chuckles, "Enjoying my blessed pool, I see."

The trio turn to see a massive dog man with two heads resembling Cane Corsos. His fur is ash black with patches of light gray, showing his age. He towers above the humans; at least 10 feet tall, and his build is equally titanous. His body is covered in thick, bulging muscles, even on his round gut. He speaks with one head while the other examines each boy one by one, licking his lips with his massive tongue.

"Dionysus blessed these waters as payment for a gig at a vineyard I did for him," The dog man scoffs, "Never told him I spent most of that gig drinking the wine. But," he flexes his arm, revealing a barrel sized bicep, "This body is usually deterrent enough. If not that, then this ugly mug will send them running for sure."

His other head bares its teeth in a slobbery snarl. The three humans jump out of the water, and the dog man lets out a booming laugh that shakes the stone around them.

The three start putting their clothes back on, not waiting to dry themselves off, and Atticus blurts out, "We're sorry sir! We didn't know you were- I mean we we're, uh... we're looking for someone. But I guess they're not here, so we'll just leave."

"Wait!" the dog man says with a stern, spine tingling voice.

The three freeze in place, as wet with sweat as they are with water.

He steps a little closer and glares down with both heads, looking over his muscle gut.

"Who were you looking for?"

"Pardon?" Atticus asks with a shaky voice.

"I'm not a fan of thieves, you know. Hate them. I've caught more than you could count. Caught a pair today, as a matter of fact. I just got their blood out of my teeth before I came to see what this noise was about. I've heard every excuse in the book, so don't try and lie. Now tell me, little man: If you're not thieves, then who were you looking for?"

Atticus trembles, unable to answer. Orian looks around, desperate to find a way for them to escape. Lysander shouts out the only thing on his mind.

"Cerberus!" He squeaks.

The dog man's head turns to little Lysander,"What did you say?"

Lysander can barely stammer out,"Cer-Cer-Cerberus, s-s-sir."

"And what makes you think he'd be here?" The dog man growls.

With even more trembling, Lysander answers, "Th-th-this is hi-his temple. The bir-birthplace of Cerberus, sir."

The two heads morph into a look of confusion, then realization and an even louder laugh.

"Oh you silly humans, always getting things confused."

"This isn't the birthplace of Cerberus?" Atticus asks.

"'Course not! We would've brought the place down on our heads if we made him here, let alone birthed him. No, he was born in the valle- no wait. Was it the valley or the..." he trails off, talking in murmurs to his other head.

"Um," Orian shakily asks, "Where are we then?"

"My home, obviously. I wouldn't be wandering around this place like I owned it if I didn't actually own it."

"Oh! It's a very lovely home, sir," Atticus says with the most placating and friendly voice he can fake, "but, uh, who are you?"

The dog man grumbles, which sounds more like a growl, "Ugh. First that stupid Hercules story, and now even that's out the window."

The trio look at each other in confusion.

The dog man clears his throat, "I'm Cerberus' father, believe it or not. Orthus, the two headed dog."

"Father!?" Atticus shouts in disbelief, "But- but I thought Typhon was his father?"

Orthus throws his hands up in frustration, "By all the damn gods! You humans need to get your facts straight!" Both heads blow out a breath, flapping their jowls, "No, I'm the son of Typhon and Echidna. My wife- er- ex-wife, Chimera and I are the parents of Cerberus. And the sphinx, and the golden lion, and... uh... geez, I can't remember. We had a lot of kids, ok?"

The three nod rigorously, though not to anything in particular. Still, it looked a whole lot better than standing still and looking dumb.

"I should let you go just so you can clear that up, honestly" Orthrus shakes his heads. The trio move to leave, but Orthus stops them, "Wait! I said I should, not I would. Now, tell me why you were looking for my son. You have no offerings, so I can only assume you're gonna try and kill him. And in that case..."

He cracks his massive knuckles, each one letting out a sound like a bomb.

"No!" Atticus shouts quickly, "We do have offerings! We have, um," Atticus fumbles, at a loss again.

"Our bodies!" Lysander shouts without thinking.

Orthus tilts one head and raises an eyebrow, while the other stares down at them with a doubtful expression.

"What he means is," Orian quickly jumps in, "We're offering our services. We're, uh, professional masseuses, from a bathhouse in the village at the base of this mound. We were going to offer a massage in return for, uh, protection..."

Orthus furrows his brow and speaks to himself, leaving them in suspense.

Finally, he nods his heads and says, "Massages sound like a fair daily offering."

"Yes!" Atticus readily agrees, "You're absolutely right! We'll do that! Thank you for your wisdom, oh great Orthrus, father of, uh, things!"

"Haha, no need. Anyways, in the absence of my son, I'll take up your offer. If you're any good, that is," Orthus nods.

"You'll...?" Atticus' eyes widen in fear.

"I'll guard your village in return for daily massages. Good ones."

He reaches down and pulls his loincloth off in one swoop. Beneath are his massive, heavy, furry testicals and huge sheath.

With a huff, he says, "Alright, show me what you can do."

Massaging the legendary monster's dense muscles was like massaging a fur covered rock at first. After a few minutes, a few buckets of water, and a few jugs of wine, they softened into something like tough clay. Orian works his back, Lysander his legs, and Atticus serves the wine, all while Orthus lounges half submerged in the pool.

One head is panting with a doggy smile while the other sighs in bliss, "Ahhhh, yeaahh. I'm likin' it so far, boys. The children of Aphrodite couldn't do it better themselves. Oh-a little lower-more-ahh, that's the spot."

The three humans constantly exchange looks of desperation, and small glares of anger at Lysander in the pool. As time goes on, Orthus begins telling them the origin of each of his scars.

"That one? Just under my ribs there?" he points to a bald spot on his firm gut, "That's where Heracles ran a spear through me. Whacked me over the head with it and jabbed it right in. Sneaky little bastard. And right there, on my leg, it's pretty low, that's where my golden boy- I think you call him the Nemean Lion?- Anyways, that's where he used to scratch me when he was a little kitty. Ah, he was a demanding kid, I'll tell ya. You wouldn't know it now, though. He's meek as a mouse, even with that impenetrable fur of his. He gets that from his mother, by the way. Wouldn't have those scars if I was tough as my little boy! Hahah!"

"Oh," Atticus says, "Our condolences, sir. You must really hate Heracles after all he's done to you and your family."

"What?" Orthus frowns at him, "I mean, yeah the spear hurt, but it's not like I died. Takes a whole lot more to kill a child of the gods. Wait, you mean my career? 'Cause nothing really changed on that front. That punk was infamous. No one blamed me for getting jumped. In fact, surviving that boosted my reputation."

Atticus' expression turns to confusion, "Uh, well that too, but... Didn't he kill your son? The Nemean Lion, I mean."

"Huh?" Orthus squints his eyes, "What're you talking about? He never even met Heracles, and I'm pretty sure his brother would at least let me know if he caught a ride on Charon's boat. Well... I guess it's been a while since I've seen either of them..." He rubs his chin, then slaps the water, causing everyone's hearts to leap, "You're right! I do need to send them a message! Maybe send all my kids a message! It's been too long since we had a family gathering. You know, you're pretty smart, kid."

Atticus nods and doesn't point out that he didn't give any advice.

Orthus continues telling stories, and fear settles down into a familiar routine for the men, leaving only the growing influence of Dionysus' blessing. The steamy air fills their lungs with the magic water, and their heads grow light again. Lysander is the first to succumb, being the only other one in the pool. He rubs the massive paw in front of him, completely fixed on it.

"It's so big," he whispers to himself, "And so soft. I wonder if I could..."

He presses his face in between the toes and lets the fur take him in. As carefully as he can, he slides his loincloth off, letting it sink to the bottom of the pool and leaving him naked. His dick throbs in the water. Quietly, carefully, he repositions Othrus' paw and rubs his cock against it. The pads are surprisingly soft, like a squishy pillow. The fur tickles his tip, making him twitch and send jolts of sensation up his body. He closes his eyes and moves his hips faster, greedy for pleasure. He gets closer, and closer, and closer still...

Then the big, soft paw pinches Lysander between its toes and lifts him up.

"So it's that kind of massage too, is it?" Orthus says with a toothy grin.

He brings his paw close to his face and gives the petite masseuse a thorough examination.

He nods both his heads, "You should've said. Then I could've told you what I like. Ah, but that's fine. No time like the present, right?"

He lifts himself onto the edge of the pool and leans back. With a cross of his legs, he pulls tiny Lysander in between his thighs and closes them.

Orian and Atticus hold their breath, until he spreads his legs apart again, revealing Lysander greedily lapping up the water dripping down Orthus' sheath.

"Ah, much better. Now, you two come here," Orthus waives Orian and Atticus over.

They hesitantly slide off their close and stand on either side of the beast, who pulls their heads down onto his chest, forcing them to kneel.

Their faces are over his nipples, and without letting go, he lays back and says,"You know what to do."

Without another thought, their mouths open wide and begin licking as far and wide as their tongues can reach. With grunts of "fuck, that's good", Orthus' is pleasured by mouths and tongues while the bathhouse boys are pleasured by the taste of his body and the blessed water. The pleasure intensifies as their dicks begin to grow. Atticus moves down Orthus' side until he's in his armpits. The strong scent fills his already light head as he buries his face in it. Orthus chuckles, amused by the desperate lust of the humans pleasuring him.

"You know," Orthus says with a wicked grin, "The whole 'two headed thing' was a mistranslation. They meant 'two pairs of heads'."

Lysander watches in awe as twin cocks emerge from the sheath. They're dangerously big, and the first pang of doubt passes through all three men.

"Don't worry, I'm not that selfish," Orthus says, setting Lysander on his body, "Feel free to stick your dick between them. It's nothing like anything you've ever done before. Consider it a gift from the gods."

Transfixed, Lysander nods and slowly slides his cock between the two red shafts. Orthus wasn't lying. The shaft is thick and slightly less than rigid, like hard rubber, and the juices make it slick enough to thrust without pain. They're hot, with a heady scent and throbbing that squeezes precum out of the cock between them.

"You know," Orthus says,"It's been a while since I've tasted some good skin. Living skin, I mean," He moves Orian and Atticus next to his face, "Don't be shy, I have a mouth for both of you."

Both heads stick out their long tongues and lick the rock hard rods of the men standing in front of them. Orian and Atticus move closer and slide their dicks gently into the big, warm muzzles. The wide tongues wrap around the cocks entirely, and stroke them in a way no human could ever hope to do. The wet mouths suck and lick with an intensity the two have never felt before. Their knees are weak from the rush of chemicals coursing through their veins and their brains grow even more fuzzy.

Lysander, meanwhile, has lost all control. He humps the cocks furiously, desperate to cum. He goes fast, only stopping to grind his body against the shafts. He can't control his moans as he shouts in euphoria. His whole body is floaty, and his mind is empty save for pure sex drive. His body tenses as he shoots a huge load of stick semen. The other two can't hold on either, and spray their load into the beast's mouth.

"Tasty," Orthus says with a smirk, "But cumming before a demi-god? Didn't they ever teach you about hubris? Anyways, I think we're done playing."

Without another word, he picks up Orian and Atticus and spins them around. His thick, long tongues tease the twitching, eager holes spread out in front of him. Every lick is mind melting, and the men go weak from the endorphins coursing through them. The tongues stop right above the anuses and push their way in. Their huge size alone stretches out the pink holes, but further maneuvering widens parts of the two men that have never been touched before. Their insides are coated with hot saliva as the tongues move back and forth, filling their guts completely.

"That'll be enough," Orthus says while he watches his spit drip from the holes, "Now for the fun part. Hope you don't break."

He moves Lysander between his legs again, and he begins licking Orthus' furry balls. Then the beast takes a man in each hand and moves them over his massive cocks. Without hesitation, he slides them onto his cocks with force. The massive rods stretch the mortals to their limit, and the tips bulge out of their bellies as they're held on the monster shafts, twisted slowly back and forth.

"Fuck that feels good," Orthus moans, "And I love seeing my rods stick out like that. So fucking satisfying."

He slowly slides them off, leaving their holes gaping, then slams them down again. He moves the two up and down like toys, occasionally holding them down or taking them off to shove them back on again. Orian and Atticus scream in pleasure as they're pushed harder than ever before. The feeling is beyond euphoria, like this is what they were made for. This went beyond pleasure; a sensation only a god could provide.

"Get ready," Orthus moans, "I'm gonna fill you up!"

He arches his back, his cock reaching deep inside, and pours cum into the men. They fill like condoms, and after their bellies stretch until they're red, Orthus pulls them off and sets them aside. The white load squirts out of them, pooling around their legs as they lay there limp from the extreme rush of pleasure. Then Orthus turns his gaze towards Lysander.

He picks him up and says, "I'm still hard. Guess I've been a bit pent up. Let's see if you can take both, little guy."

Holding both his cocks together, the beast presses Lysander down on the twin tips until they finally slip in. The massive shafts stretch Lysander's hole impossibly wide. The petite man screams out as he slides further and further down. Right as Lysander is sure he'll split, he feels the round top of the knots.

"Impressive," Orthus grins, "You really are a professional 'Masseuse'."

Lysander is slid up again, then slowly back down. He can't tell what he's feeling, the blessing of Dionysus makes his brain go foggy in the best way imaginable. He's high on sex and his mind is broken. The priest was right; he truly was blessed by the goddess of love. Orthus pushes him down to the base again, then lets go. He grabs dazed Orian and Atticus and sets them in front of his heads. He presses his muzzles to their lips and slips his tongues inside. He pushes them down their throats and fills their mouths, and the pair push their tongues into his. They feel the sharp teeth and hot breath as the tongues mingle and lick.

The dog man returns his grip to the living cock sleeve and continues slamming him up and down. He moves his hips and humps the broken minded man as he tongues the others. He tightens his grip until Lysander can barely breath, then throws his head back and howls. Monster cum is pumped into Lysander's tiny body until his gut is as around as a ball. It spills from his mouth and nose like water, dripping onto the fur below.

Orthus pulls him off with a wet pop. Lysander's ass empties cum in buckets while the beast holds his limp body up. He sets him aside with the other humans. The trio teeter on the edge of consciousness and don't process Orthus' next words.

"That'll work. As a daily offering, that is."