Relax, and trust me, you’re in good hands.”Herakles started climbing down the cliff, and Prometheus held tight to his massive body; he felt safe, loved, taken care of. Gay porn So, one night, he flew to the peak of Mount Caucasus, and his heart skipped a beat, looking at Prometheus bound to the rock in such a shameful position, with his limbs spread wide at the mercy of the elements. If you don’t grant me the pleasure these hot winds keep denying me, I’ll go out of my mind!”Herakles had faced many arduous, almost impossible tasks, in his life, and yet he had an almost irresistible shyness when he tentatively extended his hand toward Prometheus’ throbbing virility. “Open your door, man…! I don’t think I can take it… wait…”“I think you can, little bratty slut…” – Oceanus replied, pressing harder his mushroom head on Hermes’ tightly shut portal, trying an almost impossible entry. Gods can’t die, but they can feel hunger and thirst, and Prometheus cringed, thinking at the torments awaiting him.But the sun shone bright in the sky, the day was clear and warm, and he stopped squirming, enjoying the warm caress of the sun rays on his skin.
