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AUTOSEDUCTION

by Martine


Iolaus strode into the town whistling cheerfully and savouring the first flush of autumn. The last of the warm summer sun angled low over the horizon casting long shadows on the leaf-strewn ground as it lit the warrior from behind throwing a golden halo around his head. A child danced in the black shape as he moved purposefully towards the centre of town and he giggled lightly as the small ruffian stomped manfully on his elongated `head'. He threw the delighted child a dinar, his last, and speculated that he needed to find work soon in order to eat, it was either that or hunt and Iolaus was too tired from his recent exertions to be bothered. As if to punctuate his thoughts his stomach growled noisily and he rubbed it affectionately, no stranger to the sound. "Soon my friend...." he murmured.

As he got closer, the busy throng were going about their late afternoon business, buying and selling. Noises assaulted him from every angle; petitions for this, entreaties for that. You could buy everything from cloth to spices and other, more interesting things besides. One particular scene caught his eye as he moved between the mass of colourful bodies, it was a beggar - nothing special in that..they were all around, but what was special about this particular beggar was that the man (for he instantly assumed him to be so) was blind.

His long purple wool cloak looked to be in excellent condition and the staff he grasped, neatly trimmed. What looked to be a shabby soldier's helmet lay on the ground next to him as he sat cross-legged; and every now and then Iolaus could hear the unmistakable clink of coins as some kind soul threw the blind man a dinar or two. `Well fellow' he thought `You'll get no luck with me I'm afraid'.

As Iolaus got closer he saw an attractive looking young woman approach the man whose face was hidden beneath the folds of a large hood and speak to him, the blind man mumbled something that the hunter couldn't quite catch and beckoned the girl forward with his long fingers. Smiling sweetly she approached the unfortunate ex-soldier and stooped down to listen more closely to his plea.

Iolaus stood, head cocked on one side and his arms crossed as he watched the little scenario unfolding, intrigued but unsure why. The auburn-haired beauty obviously liked what she saw beneath the cloak for she held his staff and allowed the man to feel the contours of her lovely face. Closing her eyes as the fingers roamed over her fine features she moaned slightly as one finger paused meaningfully at the full lips before continuing their explorations.

The pretty little scene took an immediate turn for the worse however, as the man's hands started to wander slightly further southward than she had obviously intended. When they both reached her breasts at the same time and paused lovingly on her mounds, Iolaus covered his mouth with one hand to stifle a muffled chuckle. The woman's eyes flew open and the fury on her face was evident as she belted him across the shoulders with his own stick, then promptly dropped it and shouted a few choice curses at the stunned invalid, before throwing her long hair back and
proceeding with all haste to her original destination.

Iolaus couldn't help it, he was laughing heartily now. A few bemused townsfolk frowned at him as he stood there, tears of laughter streaming down his tanned face. Luckily he wasn't close enough to the beggar to offend him. He almost wanted to congratulate the man on his cheek. Still chuckling, the hunter continued on his way and as he passed the blind man he heard the familiar, if croaky, banter.

"Dinar for a blind man? Anything to spare for a poor ex-soldier who lost his sight battling a dragon to save a baby?"

Iolaus was within a foot or two of the man now and he was curious to know what had intrigued the woman in the first place. "Spare a dinar for the blind my good fellow." There was something vaguely familiar about the soldier's voice but Iolaus couldn't quite place it. He was also curious to know how he knew he was a man rather than a woman.

"Sorry my friend, nothing today, I'm all out of funds. In fact I'd wager you have ten times the amount of money in that helmet than I've seen in months. Perhaps another time."

He turned to leave then, on impulse, asked "Tell me...how *did* you know I was a man?"

The beggar laughed and again the hunter got the impression that he knew him from somewhere.

"Why simple friend...you smell differently to a woman!"

Iolaus flushed at that. "S..smell differently? I know I've not had a bath in a while but I didn't think I smelled that bad!" He was annoyed to think that this man, a complete stranger, could make him feel guilty for his unintentional lack of hygiene.

"No, no kind sir...I merely meant to say that I can *smell* women. I of course had no intention of sounding so rude....I merely wanted to...."

"Forget it, it isn't important. Hey, I have to tell you though I did admire the way you er..`handled' your last customer!"

Another hoarse laugh. "Oh that, that was purely unintentional I assure you." He managed to sound offended and Iolaus wondered for a brief second if he'd done the ex-soldier an injustice, so when the man said "I get the strangest feeling that I know you from somewhere, would you let me touch your face to make sure?" Iolaus stupidly stepped towards him. The beggar repeated the action on the handsome face before him, stopping briefly at the angled Greek nose and the fine lips as he had done with the woman but making no move, as he had done to the girl, to run his fingers over them. That should have been that, except that Iolaus was close enough to hear the other man's heavy breathing and jumped back in
shock as the hands groped at his codpiece, fumbling him like some lecherous old goat.

"HEY!! Just WHAT do you think you are doing? If you weren't handicapped I have a good mind to finish giving you the beating that girl started. What is it with you anyway?"

The blind man rose to his feet and hastily pulled off his hood in an elaborate gesture. "Why Iolaus...don't you recognise me? I'd recognise that over-sized codpiece of yours anywhere!!"

"By the gods...Autolycus!!!"

"Yes, 'tis I, the famed King of Thieves, at your service." he bowed low and swung an arm out in a sweeping gesture.

Still a little in shock Iolaus offered his forearm and clasped that of the thief king's in a warrior handshake. "You old demon, Autolycus - I *knew* I recognised that voice from somewhere; despite the heavy disguise. So why the deception?"

Autolycus shook his head a little "It would take too long to explain. Suffice to say; it is proving necessary to `lay low' for a while n'est pas?"

"Nest what?"

"Just a foreign influence, my dear Iolaus. Now..didn't you say that you were dinarless?"

Iolaus was slightly embarrassed, he never liked to admit to anyone that he had no money, in particular friends.

"Well yes, I guess...but I'm going to the smithy to get some work if I can."

"Come now...we can't have Hercules' best friend touting for work when there's a perfectly good room waiting for the asking."

"Pardon me?"

"It's simple, Iolaus. I am myself ensconced in the town's finest, well..almost finest. If you'd care to join me for a light supper I would feel honoured. Besides which it would be good to catch up on some of the stories about the big guy, I'm quite fond of the fellow. What do you say?"

Iolaus eyed Autolycus suspiciously. "A meal? That's it...just a meal?"

Autolycus placed his hand on his heart and said earnestly "On my mother's jewels, Iolaus...unless..of course...you need a room for the night?"

The hunter backed up a step. "No..no..that's fine, I sleep better in the open anyway." His stomach growled again and both men automatically stared at the offending body part. "I have to admit I am a little hungry."

Autolycus raised one eyebrow "That..I would say, was obvious my dear sir. Now let us away from this crowded street." The king of thieves retrieved his helmet and, after counting them, scooped the handful of coins into his green scrip, securing it tightly leather thongs.

"Hmmn...not a bad day's work, if I do say so myself!"

With that, both men began moving off. As Iolaus walked slightly in front, the thief king had a very good view of his backside, firm buttocks packed tightly into the black leather that caressed his graceful body.

"Actually, I could do with a bath after being on the ground for so long. Care to join me?"

Iolaus stopped in his tracks and turned back to face the taller man. He simply cocked his head on one side, raised a quizzical eyebrow, and looked at Autolycus.

"What? I merely asked if you wanted to wash...you know sometimes, my dear fellow you have to trust!"

"Where you're concerned Autolycus, trust doesn't come into it. I take *everything* you say salted."

The king of thieves chuckled "You mean - with a pinch of salt".

"You know very well what I mean! Now can we get on with this before I listen to the better part of me and change my mind." He resumed his course, pushing past the milling shoppers, the green-clad thief literally on his tail. `And what a tail it is' he thought wistfully.

They finally reached the door of the inn and Iolaus whistled. "You're lodging here?!" he asked incredulously.

"My needs are simple as you know. They have a modest establishment but it suffices."

Iolaus just stared at the finely painted shutters on the windows, the elaborately decorated frieze above the columned doorway and the two giant amphora on either side of the entrance depicting, of all things, the labours of Hercules, but with an interesting erotic slant to it. Iolaus made a mental note to study the depictions..he even had a sneaking suspicion one scene showed both of them indulging in some
post-monster killing `relaxation'!

"Shall we go in...or are you going to stand outside and stare all night, hmmn?"

"What?...oh yeah..yeah I'm coming."

He stepped under the portico and his mouth dropped open at the wonderful painting on the ceiling inside. Nymphs and Satyrs gambolled in the fields as Helios' chariot dragged the sun into position and a flock of doves flew across an azure sky, and on the verdant grass beneath; lots and lots of beautiful creatures fucking in the most amazingly difficult and erotic positions. Men and women, men with men and women with women. Groups, singles, animals and gods...they were all there in loving,
accurate, detail.

The taller, dark-haired thief wrapped an arm lightly around the blond's shoulders as if to drag him away from the lusty sight, aware of the effect it must be having on the hunter. Iolaus immediately tensed, unsure of the other's motivation but fought back the urge to shrug the debonair man's arm away.

"Incredible isn't it?"

Iolaus had to agree.

"I think it's one of the most amazing pieces of art in the known world. That's why I stay here so regularly. I find it....inspiring."

The hunter gulped, his blood pressure had just risen to a dangerous level. "Inspiring?...Oh yes...that's a good word for it....inspiring...hmmn."

Autolycus laughed and subconsciously ran a finger across his moustache. This was too good to be true: ever since meeting the blond hero he had visualised just such an occasion. He wanted to bring the handsome man to this place, to show him the erotic paintings and make love to him. His groin tightened, the proximity of the smaller man heightening his arousal. Reluctant to break the moment he gently lowered his arm, not that he hadn't noticed Iolaus' lack of concern about it being there in the first place. The odds were certainly in his favour this time.

"Food?"

Iolaus couldn't stop staring at the painting, he even bent his head completely back to stare at a particularly awesome tableau on the ceiling. One man had his back braced against a tree, in front of him stood another, equally athletic-looking man who was impaled, backwards, on the other's rigid cock whilst yet another man stood on his hands before his lover, legs over the other's shoulders and sucked his lengthy member whilst the other did the same for him. The hunter whimpered
slightly as the picture formed and he quickly ran his sweaty palms down the front of his trousers and coughed.

"Ahem...well..yes...supper. Thank you..yes I'm ravenous! Let's eat.! You know I feel like I haven't had anything in ages!"

It was Autolycus' turn to gulp this time. "Really? Well - let's hope I can rectify that tonight."

Iolaus shot him another confused look and repeated, in case of misunderstandings. "Yes...I'm very hungry! You know...for food!"

"But of course my dear fellow, why should I think anything else?"

"Because I don't trust you, you devious criminal!"

"Sshh...please, not so loud. The landlord has no idea he has such a distinguished guest as a customer and I'd prefer it that way if you don't mind! Remember the begging scene? Well that's because I'm trying NOT to draw attention to myself."

Iolaus spluttered as he sat down at the elegant wooden table and fingered the real metal eating implements: they even had rags to wipe your fingers on instead of down your vest. "Yeah? Well you're sure drawing attention to yourself by staying in a place like this. How do you get away with it? I've never been able to understand."

"Charm my dear fellow, simple, effusive...charm!"

"Sure...and a lot of bullshit!" he wrinkled his nose indicating he smelled it already.

A well groomed blonde sidled up to the two handsome men and asked to take their order. Iolaus had no idea there was a list on the table and was about to ask for his regular boar stew when Autolycus interjected. "We'll have two plates of your finest oysters, followed by the beef, lightly cooked; I like mine bloody, some of the house vegetables with herbs, which I know are superbly prepared, a fresh loaf with butter and oh, yes...and a jug of last year's white wine my dear one." Wandering fingers found her bottom and pinched lightly, the serving girl blushed becomingly and turned on her heel, swinging her hips invitingly. Autolycus growled.

"Just what was that all about?"

The king of thieves dragged his eyes back to his companion. "That? Oh..I thought I'd take the liberty of ordering you a special meal; a kind of belated thank you for saving my life."

"A belated what?"

"Thank you. You did, after all, save my life once and to be honest, I've felt guilty ever since then, both for the way I treated you and for not saying thanks. So...will the great Iolaus forgive the humble Autolycus? Hmmn?" The wine had arrived and he poured a mug for himself and gave one to the blond in front of him, he didn't notice that his vessel was twice as full as the thief's.

Iolaus smiled and took a sip, saluting Autolycus, his temper never lasted long and he could tell that the thief was genuinely sorry for the trouble he'd caused in the past. "Think nothing of it, I get accused of a crime I didn't commit and subject to terrifying and painful trials in order to prove my innocence, then nearly beheaded every day of the week...it's this hero thing."

The dark-haired man laughed gently, appraising the gentle man before him. "I knew I liked you, my friend...and it's not just for your body or your innate good looks."

Why did the picture of the three men fucking on the fresco come unbidden to Iolaus' mind just then? He wasn't sure..but he didn't like the way his thoughts were running at the moment. If he wasn't so tired he would probably have offered some snappy line of dialogue in reply but his eyes were getting heavier and heavier and he could feel his body relaxing and switching off. He yawned.

"No field for you tonight, my friend, you're far too tired. In fact you look shattered. Why don't you let me secure another room for you and you can stay here?" The serving girl came back with the oysters and one of the steaming plates of meat and vegetables and Autolycus leaned back on the bench while she placed them down in front of him. Iolaus saw the man's eyes automatically stray to the girls' ample bosom.

Figuring that any man who could look at a women with such open lust must be a safe bet to accept a room off, Iolaus nodded his agreement. "So long," he said, "as you let me pay you back as soon as I've got a job. Deal?"

Autolycus was rubbing his hands together and looked for all the world as though he was just about to grab the woman's breasts. "Deal!" he said...a little too quickly.

It never occurred to Iolaus that he too relished a woman's body but it didn't stop him from enjoying sex with men.

They finished their meal amidst companionable chatter and Autolycus left Iolaus on his fifth mug of wine as he went to ask the landlord for another room. Scant moments later he was back with a slightly worried look on his face. Iolaus smiled lazily, tipsy but by no means drunk.

"Ahem...Iolaus, er...I'm not quite sure how to say this but they don't have any more rooms. I've pleaded with the landlord of course and he's normally very accommodating but unfortunately in this instance it's impossible, he has a party of unexpected er...merchants in town. I'm afraid our only option is to share."

"Share?"

"Yes...but don't worry, dear fellow, there's a single pallet as well as the double bed in the room." He emphasised the words `double bed' just enough to make Iolaus squirm but the wine was in and the wit...on this occasion...was most definitely out!

"Okay."

Autolycus did a double take unsure that he heard what he thought he heard. "What?"

"'kay...I'll share a bed...er I mean room with you. I'm too tired to care."

"You mean you're willing to sleep with me..er..in the same room I mean."

Iolaus looked puzzled. "Yes, what did you think I meant?"

"Oh nothing...nothing at all, just checking that's all. I'll just go and order some extra linen." His heart was hammering so loudly in his chest he was sure all the other early evening patrons could hear, let alone see the reaction the blond was having on his lower anatomy, he was pleased he still wore the long cloak to hide his developing erection. It didn't help when a very loud voice from behind him boomed across the elegant dining area.

"Hurry up will you...I want to go to bed!"

The statement stopped the thief in mid-stride and the corner of Autolycus' mouth twitched slightly as dozens of pairs of eyes turned towards him and mouths smiled knowingly. He straightened his back, shrugged his shoulders and found the landlord.

".....so this is the twenty dinars I owe you for keeping your mouth shut. Clever idea yours about the lack of rooms...I owe you Karlos. Now you'll remember to put the spare sheets in the room but tell the girl NOT to make up the pallet okay. You're sure you've moved all my things to the honeymoon suite, good...if the paintings on that ceiling don't set him off...my name's not Ozimandis."

Iolaus, oblivious to the conversation that had just taken place, was struggling to keep his eyes open. A firm hand shook him on the shoulder and he came fully awake with a start. "What...who..where?"

Autolycus bent to stare into the hunter's blue eyes. "You don't look so good Iolaus. Let's get you to bed."

"Yeah...I am feeling kinda tired. A nice...short sleep will do me the world of good. Lead on Autolycus."

It was all the king of thieves could do not to pick the compact warrior up in his arms and carry him the short flight up the staircase, instead he pushed Iolaus in front of him, guiding the sleepy man to the room.

Just as they reached the landing, a maidservant crossed them on the stairs. She reached out to touch the thief delicately on the arm and announced. "The room is ready Mr Ozimandis, just as you asked." and nodded meaningfully in Iolaus' direction.

Autolycus smiled falsely and grit his teeth in annoyance hoping that the blond hadn't caught the meaning in the girl's words but it was a little too late for that.

"Hey..why did that girl call you Ozimandis?"

`Quick...think, Autolycus...what can I say to him to allay his suspicions!? Oh think, damn you!'

"Spying!"

Iolaus managed to look intrigued and puzzled at the same time. "Spying? What's spying got to do with anything?"

"Er..well I told you I was incognito well...it's all very hush hush, but I'm doing a little spying here for a neighbouring kingdom so naturally I need a pseudonym."

"Naturally." Autolycus could tell Iolaus was still suspicious, but for now he didn't care, all he could think about was getting the hunter to bed and seeing how the night would progress.

He opened the heavy door to the room and ushered Iolaus in before closing it carefully behind him and divesting himself of his cloak. The hunter laid his pack in one corner of the sumptuous room without looking at the decor and proceeded to strip off his vest, muscles rippling as he moved. Autolycus stood shock still, unwilling and unable to do anything other than watch, as the handsome warrior's hands attacked the thick leather belts at his waist.

"Drat....you couldn't help me here could you? My fingers don't seem to want to co-operate, I guess that darned wine got to me more than I thought."

If Iolaus had been looking in Autolycus' direction at that precise moment he may have seen the expression of pure terror cross the thief's face.

"B..but...surely you can er...sort yourself out! Can't you?" He said, pointing ineffectually at the hunter's nether regions.

"No...do you think I'd be asking if I could? Now give me a hand. Please."

Autolycus gulped `Well Auto' he thought `This IS what you wanted - I guess I'd better get to it'.

He stepped slowly towards Iolaus, savouring every step, anticipating the closeness to come at the same time terrified that he would be rejected if a made any moves on the blond. When he finally reached his destination his palms were slick with sweat and he was trembling slightly. Iolaus merely raised his arms to give the king of thieves access to his belts.

Autolycus cracked his knuckles together, the sound of grating bones broke through the quiet, then there was no more time to lose.

"Ahem...do you mind if I kneel, Iolaus?"

Iolaus didn't seem to hear him, he was fading fast, lack of sleep finally catching up with the weary hero. He didn't really register the king of thieves drop to his knees before him, nor the look of barely-concealed passion that crossed the other man's rugged good looks.

Face barely inches away from the bulky codpiece, Autolycus cracked his knuckles again, prepared for the task ahead.

One eye lid raised and Iolaus stared down at the man in front of him. "Will you stop doing that? You're not about to pick a lock you know...all I asked was some help to undo the tricky buckles!!"

Autolycus looked up into the glorious face above him and saw a smile of such sweetness that he knew, had he not been kneeling already, he would have been on his knees now. All he wanted to do was worship Iolaus' cock, lave at his testicles and plunge his tongue into the hunter's arse before impaling him on his own thick cock and driving into that beautiful body until the cries of their union could be heard ringing through the corridors and his seed spilled into the tender arse.

"Right..." he squeaked in a high-pitched, nervous voice, then realising how ridiculous he sounded, cleared his throat and tried again "Ahem...right, buckles it is!" voice...deep and booming this time and wholly masculine.

Iolaus relaxed visibly, completely oblivious to the thoughts running around in Autolycus' head. Nimble fingers proceeded to tease metal from metal and soon the belts dropped noisily to the floor, small hands played across the codpiece, loosening the leather fastenings and noting with immense satisfaction, that the leather had tented somewhat during his ministrations.

Now for the next step..."Iolaus...er...have you noticed the fine painting on this ceiling? I particularly like the pyramid."

"Eh? What pyramid? Hey! ouch...what are you doing?" The hunter hadn't had a chance to browse the artistic delights of the room, he had been drifting off, inexplicably thinking about the demigod and their last carnal encounter. Now he felt a cold, soft touch on his rapidly hardening shaft as Autolycus teased it out of its confinement. He was fully awake in an instant.

"You're gorgeous Iolaus...! Oh..er...the pyramid above you and to the right, just behind the three fucking satyrs."

"Oh yeah now I see.......OH!! MY!! Ahem...well..that's ah...quite something .. er .. pretty spectacular..... GODS Autolycus you're not supposed to do that ... stop ..please...oh....ahh."

Autolycus had grabbed the base of Iolaus' thick penis and wrapped his large mouth comfortably over the rigid length and was licking it as he pushed up and down over the dancing skin. His dark eyes sought out the sea-blue of the blond's as he orally fucked him, but Iolaus was still staring at the erotic images above him and his hands tangled involuntarily in the black hair pressed into his lower half.

In the painting, a row of four men stood, legs braced apart and kneeling in front of each was another man sucking their erect cocks. Between each standing pair sat another man, one leg draped over each of their shoulders as they craned their heads to suck him, the centre man being milked by two men at the same time. On the shoulders of these three sat three more athletic looking creatures, their ample buttocks hanging over the chest of the man they sat astride and, Iolaus assumed, they were being equally suckled, head plunging into the groin in front. The
blond fancied he could almost smell the heated musk. On the centre man's shoulders another, younger man, was doing a handstand, tongue plunged deeply into throat of the person beneath him.

It was a magnificent work of art, lovingly and erotically drawn and very, very sensual. Autolycus could feel Iolaus' sac tightening and heard a whimper release itself from the hunter's throat. The man was almost ready for him....he could feel it, droplets of pre-cum seeping from the delicate slit.

The King of Thieves reluctantly released the huge cock and guided the leather trousers down the strong, supple legs. Iolaus dragged his eyes away from the sight and braced both hands on Auto's shoulders as the thief divested the hunter of his boots and trousers then began to strip himself.

He stood up and ran a hand across the tawny brown chest before him, tweaking the hard nipples until they stood out; tiny buttons of pleasure. Iolaus shook his head, half-meaning it, half blazing with molten need. "Autolycus please......don't...."

But the thief nodded his own head in reply and proceeded to guide the needy blond to the huge bed behind him. "I have to, Iolaus...." Iolaus almost stumbled backwards and only Autolycus' strong arms stopped him falling. When the back of his knees touched the base of the bed, Iolaus was pushed over and lay, stark naked, his legs hanging over the side of the pallet.

"Gods, Iolaus...you are so beautiful. Do you realise how long I've waited to do this to you?"

"Look...Auto..I *really* like you but I'm not so sure....I mean what would Hercules say if he found out....I just don't do this kind of thing...well..not very often anyway...and mostly with women now...he doesn't mind that so much!"

"Sshh...don't say another word, I can tell that you want to, your body tells me. I've longed for you since the first day we met. I dream about fucking you, drawing you inside me and in turn taking you, just like I'm going to do now. I'm a very good lover. The king of many things.....will you be my subject Iolaus....just for tonight?"

Iolaus thought about it for a moment, he glanced from Auto's perfect erection to the painting and back again. `Well' he thought...`how can I refuse someone so handsome.'

"YES!"

"Yes?"

"You heard me.....YES, Autolycus....do it now, I give you permission to make me yours...just for tonight but hurry....*please*, this hard-on is fucking killing me."

Iolaus raised his legs slightly, widening the aperture and making Autolycus gulp in anticipation of filling him. Then he frowned slightly and, still staring at the puckered hole clasped his chin with one hand.

Iolaus was confused. "What's the matter? Why are you staring at me like that and WHY have you stopped!!??"

"Ah well..you see...we have a slight problem."

"Problem? What kind of `problem'?"

"Lubrication."

"I don't see that as a problem....now get on with it please...before I change my mind."

"Oh it's definitely a problem....you see, I don't have any."

Iolaus dropped his golden head back on the bed and sighed. "Since WHEN has that been a problem? Use spit, or better still make me come....suck me and use that.....anything.......anything at all.....gods Autolycus just fuck me okay!"

"No no...not so simple...as you can see I'm particularly well-endowed and I might hurt you."

"AAAAGGGGGHHHHH!!!"

"I take it that you don't agree?"

"TAKE IT ANY WAY YOU WANT...in fact...take ME any way you want I don't bloody care....just stop dawdling and do it."

"Hmmn...I wonder. Just a second." Autolycus went over to his boots and inexplicably started to fumble around with the heel of one.

Iolaus dropped his legs and sat up, feeling faintly foolish. His erection had dwindled and the effects of the wine were starting to wane, in other words, he was rapidly coming back to his senses. When the King of Thieves turned back to him the hunter's blood ran cold. In his hands he held one of the clever tools he fashioned for use in his profession. This one was the tiny grappling hook and line that had got him out of many difficult situations before, the metal hooks at the end glinted in
the subdued light of the room.

"Oh no....you're not using that on me!!!"

Autolycus smiled. "Why not? The hooks only open so far, I assure you Iolaus, you won't feel a thing. Look...I'll even warm up the metal." he began rubbing his hands over the sharp spikes to warm them.

Iolaus giggled nervously. "You have got to be joking, I'm not having that thing in my arse." He quickly wriggled back onto the bed as the thief stepped towards him menacingly.

"But Iolaus....don't you want me? "

The hunter's eyes widened in alarm as Autolycus reached for his legs. "Yeah .. sure ...I do...did...er...do but...it's gonna hurt right?"

Autolycus stroked the soft flesh on Iolaus' inner thighs, delicately teasing the soft hairs that covered the muscular flesh. "I promise...you'll feel nothing but pleasure. Trust me."

Iolaus held up both hands and addressed Autolycus as if he wasn't there. "Trust me he says...trust! This, coming from the man who left me holding the goods whilst he swung to safety in the trees to make his escape and left me to certain death .... TRUST YOU Autolycus....I'd rather trust Hera, at least she's consistent. Yeah ...and she's never tried to make love to me either! Trust...pah!"

But Iolaus' resolve soon disappeared as he felt two strong hands begin to pump his cock, sliding magically up and down the ridged flesh, thumbing the purple head and tickling the shaft deliciously. He groaned.

"Oh gods..why me? Why can't I stick to my beliefs....aagh...oh...go on then...oh that's wonderful, yes....oh yes....."

Autolycus' own erection throbbed painfully as he milked the blond pushing him, inducing him to lie flat on his back and dragging him back down the bed again so his legs draped, once more, over the side. Iolaus was virtually incoherent now, the delightful sensations throwing caution, and anything else, to the wind as his body's needs took over.

The dark-haired thief eased the blond's legs apart and fingered his anus gently inserting one digit as far as it would go in the tight space before withdrawing. Then he carefully, and gradually, placed the cold hook, lubricated with a little of Iolaus' essence, into the hole, just enough to get past the entrance. Iolaus gasped at the shock of entry. Auto flicked a switch and the hooks opened up more, stretching the
cavity and opening it up enough to insert four fingers in at once if he so desired. Iolaus grit his teeth and endured the pleasurable pain, his eyes fogging over in anticipation of feeling warmth in his arse, hands grabbing at his testicles and cock and squeezing hard, readying himself.

The sight of the hunter stretched and waiting for him was almost too much for Auto and he quickly withdrew the tool and threw it to one side before slicking his own moisture that had gathered at the tip of his cock over himself. Then he settled between Iolaus' thighs and held both legs upright and out to the sides as he roughly inserted the tip of his straining manhood into the now stretched hole. He thrust straight in without preamble, and began pacing himself to Iolaus' cries as the
smaller man was pushed back against the bed.

He could tell Iolaus was impressed with his size. "You see, Iolaus....the King of Thieves never lies." He thrust harder and faster, sweat breaking out on his top lip and trickling through his moustache as he found his rhythm.

"Gods Auto....you fuck so aah...well....oh...yes, more...harder...please, now..oh boy!!!"

The blond pumped himself up and down in time with the thrusts in his arse. His balls tightened and he could feel the familiar gathering and warmth in his groin, rubbing himself harder his buttock muscles clenched as the slit in his cock opened and creamy liquid gushed out, over his hands and groin. He moaned as the orgasm hit him and his body shook with the effort to bring himself off.

Above him the thief was drinking in the sight of the pearly ejaculate as it spilled from Iolaus' penis and he promised to lick as much of it off the compact warrior as possible. After...after he had.....

"Oh Iolaus...I'm going to ...come....yes....yes YES YES!!!!" He thrust wildly a couple of times...streams of his own essence spurting warmly into the beautiful man beneath him.

He had done it. The warrior was his at last, he felt like....like....

....Like someone had just thrown a bucket of cold water all over him. Autolycus shot up, shaking his soaked head like a dog. He was instantly frozen.

"What? Who dares disturb the King of Thieves? Oh gods....what have I done!" He looked down at the position of his hands and knew exactly what he'd done, the top of his leather trousers were covered in recently ejected sperm and the stickiness seeped across his hairy stomach.

The prison guard laughed heartily and grinned a toothless grin at the inmate. "Bless my soul...hawake you did we? We I AM sorry m'lord. Hate to disturb a pretty boy like you in the midst of such han herotic dream! 'ad a good fuck did ya?"

The rough guard turned round to address two of his fellow guardsmen. "Why lads we got ourselves ha right sexy git here! Found him wiv his 'ans down 'is trousers. I give'd 'im a shower though, serves the dirty bugger right ." He turned back to face the thief again. "Some pretty dame no doubt....cor, she must be sommit...nice piece of arse were she?" He licked his lips lasciviously and Autolycus flushed with
embarrassment.

"Dare say you'll never see your sweeteart agin....you're bound for the gallows I 'ear. Shame...pretty boy like you...such a waste. Ah well...I got me dooties to see to, can't stop to watch yer no more, I henjoyed the show though...thanks!" He started laughing again and grabbed his own crotch meaningfully.

Autolycus groaned....so it was all a dream...a terrible, delightful dream. It all came flooding back to him now. He was in prison for a crime that, this time, he didn't commit! Ah the irony of it. He had been thinking back to the time he deceived Hercules' friend, Iolaus, into taking the blame for something he did and before he knew it...well...one thing let to another and the more he thought about the handsome blond, the more aroused he became.

Well this time he was doomed....unless....

He felt underneath the straw bunk bed and located his boots. Unless they hadn't searched him when they brought him. He had been unconscious at the time and didn't think to check. Quickly checking to make sure he wasn't being watched he twisted the heel on the left one, it moved easily, opening up to reveal a small compartment and inside he found what he was looking for, his grappling hook. In the other heel a series of lock picks.

A broad smile broke across his face before announcing, to no one in particular. "Aha the King of Thieves triumphs again! Fools..you can't keep me here. Laugh at me would you? I'll teach you, the great Autolycus takes that kind of thing very seriously!"

Autolycus knew that he would soon be free. Perhaps, he mused, he should seek out Hercules' delicious friend and then... `Then *what* Autolycus you fool? It's not like someone of his calibre would even consider me. Ah well'.

He quickly replaced the heels and stuffed his legs into the boots. As he went to tuck the hook into his belt he felt something, at the end of the hooks there was a warm, sticky substance that he recognised....but...but that was impossible wasn't it?

`HUH???'



FINIS


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