Prisoners in a strange cell

<<<The mighty Samson is a bisexual character. So, you can expect M/M and M/F sexual scene. Feel free to add your own threads if you please. >>>

Darkness. It was just I could see while my consciousness, bit by bit, returned to me...Darkness and a overwhelming pain on my temples. It seemed that a pair of huge, merciless drills were piercing my skull...Darkness, pain and the feeling of solid warmness flattening my muscular torso.

Dizzy, unable to open my eyes, I tried to remember what had happened to me, attempting to learn where the hell I was now. I was lying face down over a hard, warm surface. A hard and firm and warm surface. Flesh. I could see as my face, torso and legs were touching flesh and skin. Flesh, skin and muscle of a nude being...as nude as, obviously, I always was. Another human being...another muscular being like me...Herakles!!!.

Fleeting remembrances of me, fighting the powerful demi god came to my stunned, dizzy mind. Remembrances of his huge, incredibly muscular nude body fighting against me...also nude. Our massive bodies crashing and crushing each other, testing our strengths, trying to impose our superior manhood over the other...

I grunted in pain.-"Dam...damned....!!!".-I muttered when I realized that my manhood, my virility, my cock...my huge cock, frozen in a painful erection, was folded between the groins of my partner, whose cock, even a bit larger, thicker than mine, was also between my groins, flattening my scrotum and testicles like a baseball bat...as my own phallus was making with his own balls. A sudden jerk of arousal went through my body. Really pleasant but completely undesired I should say.

Arousal...sexual pleasure. Dhalia? Not Dhalia! Delilah! Delilah was her name the name of that small woman. I was barely able to remember her face as her incredibly huge, tender breasts had hidden everything else. Herakles´ lock over me....Delilah´s titanic orbs of flesh covering my face...the milky fluid from her nipple filing my mouth..

My cock shivered wild with that image...with the remembrance of that unimaginable, unbearable bliss. I felt on the point of cum. And, shamefully, I was unable to control myself. Heaving weak, I downloaded my seed all over the manhood of the **** demigod.-"Damned...".-I muttered again.

Gathering my scarce strength, I rolled over my side...just to fall a few feet to another hard surface. Floor this time. Grunting in pain, feeling as my pleasant but undesired orgasm ceased, I got to open my eyes. the dim light of the place hurt my eyes during a second, crushing my mind in a unbearable pain. But, a minute later, I felt strong enough to get on my feet.

I looked around the place, unable to believe my eyes. It seemed I...well, Herakles and me, were in a kind of fleabag motel´s room. Still on the bed, I could see the huge, naked muscular body of my partner, whose face was frozen in a grim of pain and bliss with his bronze, tanned skin shinning under the dim light of the place....whose massive cock was cumming in his own orgasm.

Unaware, I heaved in bliss at the view of that perfectly defined body. Such a chiseled, swollen muscles as chiseled in marble...a kind of improved version of my own perfect body. And his cock...his titanic cock and huge balls. Something on my mind, my libido seemed unleashed, pushing me to blowjob my **** partner...Licking and sucking his virility to make it dry...knead those huge, massive, carved, firm muscles one time and another till he, Herakles, the proud demigod, screech in bliss.....

"Focus...Focus....".-I told myself, surprised by such a scorching wild thoughts that had gone through my mind, shaking my body in an overwhelming wave of primal lust. "Focus...Focus....".-I repeated to myself again.-"You must think..learn where we are....Find...find clues...".-That intoxicating lecherous seemed to ceased. Find clues...that's right...Find clues.

Herakles was completely, seductively naked but his leather bracelets. Close to me, I found his leather boots. Looking at myself, I realized that I was wearing a pair of golden greaves and bracelets....but they were fake. Just steel with a layer of gold. Somehow, I couldn´t find my briefs or the Herakles´ ones.

Confused, I walked around the room. Cheap furniture, dark bathroom, fake TV and phone. I tried the door but its knob was fake as many of that place. Then, I made my way to the window, the origin of the light that filled the room. Step by step, my bare feet led me to the window, feeling the uncomfortable bounce and jiggling of my balls and still incredibly erected cock between my huge, defined thighs. Perhaps you think that a huge testicles and cock like mine are awesome, but walking with a bone of 12 inches, amazingly thicker and hard, can be a bit uncomfortable and disturbing.

Fake!!!! The window was as fake as all the room. A kind of high definition picture of a rural background protected by a kind of reinforced glass, illuminated from a light...I was confusing and confusing at any second.

"HOW YOU DARE TO NUDE AND **** THE GREAT HERAKLES???? YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS INSIDIOUS DARING!!!".-My partner had just woken up and he was as furious as ever. I turned to face him just to be pushed wild between the window and his massive body. His right forehand was flattening, crushing my neck while his left one had pinned my right wrist against the wall. Coughing , I tried to ease the pressure of his arm over my neck but my extra ordinary strength was being drained by the climax a minute ago. Though much stronger than men, I was no rival against Herakles´ demigod power.

"I WILL CRUSH YOU!!!" He roared while my blurred eyes were focused on his face...while his massive muscular body crushed my massive muscular one mercilessly. I realized that he didn´t want to fuck me as he had roared on the lab. So, apparently, my partner wasn´t possessed by that irrational lust anymore, but his unleashed rage was killing me somehow.-"S....Sto....oopppp....".-I hissed in despair, struggling futilely against his grab...rubbing our torsos, waists...and manhoods in the process.

Luckily, seconds later, Herakles released me, stepping back, still furious and deeply confused. Coughing, I fell on my knees at his bare feet.-"What....Where...?".-He finally muttered, confused. Raising my head, I could see that muscular titan in all his naked, massive splendor, as confused as me, looking around the room...though unfortunately, I had also a perfect view of his huge genitalia and his enormous, erected dick, aiming me.

The irrational lust came to me again. Panting slightly, the incontrollable impulse of sinking my head between his groins to suck and lick his awesome virility while my hands were kneading his firm, massive buttocks was overwhelming.....But, with great effort, my will prevailed again, but barely.

Clumsily, I stood on my feet. The demigod´s eyes were roaming all along my naked, chiseled frame. Breathing hard, panting slightly, a subtle grim of lust was on his face. Lust but also shame and disgust. I had seen that look on some other men and women...that primal yearning of having sex with an icon of physical perfection like me (Well, dear reader, you should admit that I could be the perfect avatar of Adonis or the most handsome son of Aphrodite...). But, behind that lust, there also was a **** and shame of that overwhelming physical attraction from a proud straight man.

Just a small trigger should be needful to **** us, the most powerful and perfect men on Earth, to make love each other...or fucking hard each other... Fortunately, Herakles´ will was at least so indomitable that mine. The reason came to us, but we didn´t know for how long.

Still heaving, we stared each other.-"Where are we?....And Where the hell is that fucking bitch?".-My partner asked, looking at the "window" behind me. With a roar, the demigod rushed to the glass, punching it once, twice, three times. Perhaps the reason had came to him but his rage was intact....as the glass.

"Delilah...She....she submitted me....".-Herakles muttered, ashamed, hurt deeply on his proud.-"I...think she called you 'brother'...".-My partner added looking at me.

"I also remember that but I am sure she is not my sister. Besides, the Samson Project was just focused on enhancing males...".-I replied him, realizing that, as me, we were trying to keep our eyes far from the naked, massive body of the other....and wondering how the hell our erections would ceased.

"And what about this place?. It don´t seem a cell or a deadly trap for us!!!".-I asked him, sneaking him, realizing that he was also sneaking me despite our efforts.

"Humiliation. Shame. Complete destruction of soul and body...and public image.".-Unaware for us, Delilah had came into the room through the door. Despite her small height, that small but indescribable voluptuous woman was staring us with supreme confident, as ignoring or despising she was in front of the most powerful man on Earth. Or, at least, in that place. She was still dressed with sneakers and jean, but her colossal knockers were hidden under a sheer white shirt which, unfortunately for us, was left little to imagination.-"Prelude is over. Let´s the first act begin...".-She added ominously with her satin voice, placing her hands on her waist, jutting her bust to us.

And, though Herakles and me knew that we were much, much stronger than her, I realized that Delilah´s confident and attitude were draining our own.