Cloud squeezed his eyes shut. He was so painfully aroused, small tears formed at the corners of his eyes and he could hardly breathe.

/Oh, yes, punish me Hercules, do as you will,/ he thought as the demi-god continued to roll his testicles in the palm of his hand. /I’m yours./

Hercules’ hand stilled, and abruptly ripped Cloud’s balls clean off.

Cloud jerked in shock. He tried to scream, but the moist bum surrounded his face, his mouth, suffocating him. He tried anyway, and little bubbles of bum juice formed and popped in the damp enclosure.

The sensation, which to Hercules, felt like tiny fart explosions between his slabs of bum, was enough to push him over the edge. He came so hard that the pearly liquid shot half the length of the arena, glistering in the air for a brief moment before falling to the ground.

THAT’LL TEACH HIM!

Cloud lay beneath him, crotch bleeding profusely and features contorted.

“Ooooh ….” he groaned. His hair was wet with juices. “That was so hot ….”

“You wanna go another round?” asked Hercules. At once his flaccid schlong sprang to attention.

Hercules smiled. “Open your mouth.”

“Why?” asked Cloud, a little confused. Hercules slapped him.

“Just do it, ****!”

Cloud loved being told who was boss. He opened his mouth. Hercules promptly shoved a testicle into it.

Cloud gagged and nearly choked.

Hercules narrowed his eyes as Cloud convulsed. “I swear to Zeus,”he said menacingly, “you’d better swallow if you know what’s good for you!”

The heady scent of blood, rich with the musk of his own balls, tingled in Cloud’s nostrils enticingly.

The blond prepared to comply, but the wet fuzz of the testicle in his mouth grazed his uvula, and Cloud coughed up the fleshy sac, along with his lunch. The bloody little testicle rolled across the arena floor, picking up a fine layer of sand along the way, before settling by Hercules’ powerful feet.

np