Homer's Lies - Chapter 1: Balls of Contention

All characters in this story are at least 18 years old.

Homer put the pen on the table, carefully rolled up the papyrus scroll and placed it on the pile of scrolls in front of him. It was the twenty-fourth scroll, finalizing his first Iliad. He sighted. Twenty-four scrolls of either made-up or strongly altered stories about love, heroes and epic battles. Twenty-four scrolls filled with lies.

Half of his work was done. The easy part. Now, he had to write down the real story. Hera wouldn't allow any embellishment or epic story-telling. Only the truth, and the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. Homer took a sip of wine, collected his thoughts and picked up his pen. After taking another deep breath to calm the uneasy feeling in his stomach, he started writing on the blanc, rough papyrus scroll in front of him.

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Eris was furious. She angrily paced up and down the wide patio, her bare feet stomping audibly onto the smooth, white marble. The goddess of discord had not been invited to the wedding. Again! She stared at Hermes past the pillars, who was standing in front of the door on the opposite side. From behind his back she could hear them laughing, their golden cups, filled with wine, nectar or ambrosia, clanging on the table. If they excluded her from their fun, she would make sure to ruin theirs, too!

She quickly thought of a plan. If there was anything, she hated more than being excluded, it surely was Zeus and Hera not finally dealing with their dominance issues. They literally messed up the world of the mortals with their indecicive banter. Eris came up with an idea.

Casually, she walked up to one of the trees in the center of the patio and plugged a ripe apple. She quickly shaped it the way, she imagined: golden, with a single word displayed in greec letters: "loxupóc" - "For the superior one". It didn't need to be pretty, it would get the job done anyway.

She took a deep breath to fight down the anger and flattened her short chiton. Then, she placed her long, dark hair in front of her left shoulder, making sure that her right breast was almost fully exposed. A moment of distraction would be enough to pass Hermes. Smiling innocently, she walked towards him, hiding the golden apple behind her back.

"Eris, I told you, Zeus wouldn't allow it.", Hermes said, his eyes jumping down to her nearly exposed right tit every two words. They have had this discussion over and over. Eris took a quick step to his right as a feint and quickly slipped past him through the door on his left. Just after she entered the room, his strong, muscular arms closed around her chest from behind, pressing up her breasts and fully revealing the right one, as he lifted her up high into the air. She instantly started screaming in anger and kicking her legs into the air in front of her.

The loud noise of of the wedding celebration faded and every head turned to her. The wedding couple, Peleus and Thetis, at the opposite end of the long marble table, stared in shock. Right in front of them on top of the table, on her side and fully nude, lay Aphrodite, her long, bright braid next to her and her right hand busy in between Peleus' legs. Her pretty face was rather amused about the incident. Hera stared at Eris through narrow eyes, while Zeus, across from Hera, stood up and roared through the room.

"By Hades! I told you not to let her in!"

"Nooo", Eris screamed, when Hermes quickly carried her backwards. The way, she was kicking into the air, everyone could look right up the bottom of her short chiton. It must have been a great show. She could see it in everyone's eyes and she didn't care. When she looked down over her shoulder, she saw the lower half of Hermes' dick and his balls hanging out under his short chiton as well, after he had pulled it up along with her body. His cock was semi-erect and additionally pushed up the linen in front. His large balls wildly swang from side to side, driven by the motion of her angry kicks.

Eris stopped kicking and screaming, carefully took aim and sent her right hand, holding the golden apple, right into his balls. She made sure that she didn't hit his cock - his balls needed to absorb all of the force, she could bring up in her restricted position. The apple smashed into both his balls from the side and pressed them against his thigh and pelvis under the chiton. Hermes moaned and fell on his knees, his arms still pressed on her boobs. When her feet came to the floor, she quickly shot up her heel into his balls and busted out of his hold, quickly approaching the table, while he rolled into a ball behind her feet. Zeus turned red from anger. She needed to be quick.

"Wait, I only want to deliver my wedding gift, and I will be gone.", she declared. In a swift motion, she tossed the golden apple onto the long table. The apple found its way across the plentyful dishes, plates, vases and cups and rolled up right in between Aphrodite's opened legs, who was lying on her back and elbows now to watch the scene, Eris made. The apple came to a halt, when it bumped into her inner thighs just before they met in her crotch. A moment of silence passed, all eyes fixated on the word imprinted on the golden fruit, facing up right in front of Aphrodite's naked pussy. "For the superior one".

Zeus and Hera simultaniously streched out their hand and stopped, when their hands touched on top of the golden apple. Their eyes met.

"My dearest wife", Zeus said confidently. "Men are given the strength of titans, sufficient to bear the sky on their shoulders." Hera had heard his phrases over and over. She had enough of the words. And she knew that her words wouldn't have an impact either.

"Stand up!", she commanded, throwing a quick glance at the wedding couple. It took them a moment to realize that she meant them. They reluctantly stood up. Aphrodite had visibly been preoccupied with both of their private parts under the table. Their chitons had been removed from their lower bodies. Peleus' dick proudly stood up and Thetis' pussy lips glistened from moisture.

Hera swiftly picked up the golden apple and launched it at Peleus' groin. It sent his balls flying backwards before bouncing off his thigh and rolling back onto the table, while Peleus disappeared under it with a painful expression on his handsome face. His bride Thetis opened her eyes widely and placed her hand on her mouth. Her hand arrived a moment too late to hide her smirk. Aphrodite stretched herself a bit to look under the table where the groom had disappeared, giggled, and softly placed her hand on her pussy in sympathy.

Hera turned back to Zeus with narrow eyes. "Men are given the weakness of testicles. They can never be superior to a woman."

"Indeed!", another voice confirmed, a few places down the table. It was Athena, the goddess of war. She was also fully nude, like Aphrodite, but her body was much more muscular and less curvy in comparison with the goddess of love. Her large, round bronze shield and spear leaned against the bench behind her.

Athena thought that her opinion in that matter should count for something. Nothing was easier than defeating a male warrior. To underline her point, she casually thrusted out her elbow to her back, right into the balls of one of the naked servants, just leaning in from behind her to refill her cup. The vase shattered on the table and the servant joined the broom and Hermes on the floor.

Zeus shook his head. "You can bust my godly balls another thousand times, Hera, it doesn't mean anything. Superiority is so much more than that."

Aphrodite sat up and quickly reached her hands to either side of the table, placing one under Zeus' chiton and one under Hera's. Both let out a soft moan. Eris quickly spoke up, before Aphrodite could start some stupid speech about the natural love between men and women, and how balls were a gift for both sexes to enjoy and whatever.

"Why don't you settle this once and for all?", she shouted in a challenging tone, still standing at the opposite end of the table. "Make the mortals deal with it. Their life is short and their struggles will end, resolving your dispute with them. Otherwise, your struggles will continue for eternity."

The stubborn expression on Zeus' and Hera's face, when they looked back at each other, told her, that her plan had worked.

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Menelea swiftly walked through the moist grass in the dense forest. She was fully naked, her feet cold from the cool morning dew. She came to a small pond, weak sunrays pointing through the less dense vegetation. The silence was broken by the quiet, desperate moans of a nymph.

Approaching the pond, she found the pretty nymph on her back next to it, a large centaur holding her down and penetrating her with his giant member. His huge balls swung in the rhythm of his hip. Menelea quietly approached him from behind. She felt her mind being fully set on his large, dark balls by some mythical power.

Standing right behind the centaur, she pulled back her leg and sent a brutal kick into his most valuable possessions. The centaur roared in shock and pain, then his screams turned into a metallic sound, while he melted into a puddle of silver liquid. Menelea looked down in the mirroring surface and saw Athena looking back at her, nude, the bronze shield in one hand and her spear proudly presented in the other.

"More wine, my queen?"

Menelea's head darted up. She was lying on her side on a couch in the large room, she used for political receptions. The Trojan envoys and her Spartian entourage continued drinking and feasting, the atmosphere was highly elevated and aroused. A small group of male and female musicians danced naked in between the couches and played flutes or lyres. A few of them had been dragged down onto some of the couches and engaged in the other activity, they had been trained in.

She held up the cup in her hand and had it refilled by her servant. It was not the first time over the past weeks, that she had suddely blacked out with a vision like this. When the servant stepped away, she saw her younger sister Helen engaging with that Trojan prick Paris. They had been upon each other since the envoys had arrived.

Menelea couldn't stand it. The only reason, she feasted with the Trojan envoys, was that the struggle for power between their cities had become a reason for suffering among both their people. But secretly, she wished the Trojan way of life to be erased from the face of the earth. Their patriarchal society had oppression of women written all over it. They continuously addressed her and the other Queens of the Greec cities with disrespect and arrogance.

It had bothered her all her life. But over the past weeks, it had driven her mad. Helen had started acting weird around the same time, claiming that Aphrodite had visited her and she finally understood the meaning of true love. Helen was young, just over 18. She would get over it. Until then, that jerk Paris was gonna keep his hands off her. He may fool Helen with his kind act, but not her.

Menelea emptied her cup of wine and audibly smashed it on the small marble table next to her couch. Then she swung her legs over the edge, stood up and approached Paris, who was lying next to Helen and had his hand on her right breast, squeezing it with obvious arousal. Menelea had to admit that her younger sister was exceptionally beautiful. It would require a memorable lesson for Paris to stay away from her.

He was lying on his side and had the foot of his upper leg standing next to the knee of his streched out leg on the couch. His thighs were wide open and he probably hoped that Helen would find an interest in what was pointing at her from in between them.

Menelea stood behind him and sent her hand through the hole formed by his legs and past his exposed balls and his rock hard dick. She grabbed the fabric of his chiton in front of his crotch and yanked it back, up over his butt, painfully squeezing his genitals between his pelvis and the tough linen. Paris cried out in pain and started moving up the couch with desperate, uncontrolled movements, trying to escape the linen fabric that was squishing his balls.

Menelea mercilessly continued pulling it up, until Paris plunged head first onto the floor and quickly followed with the rest of his body. Another Trojan from the couch next to him jumped up and threw a punch at her face. She quickly let go of Paris, caught the fist from the air and overstreched his arm until his face was almost at the floor. Then, she stepped behind him and sent a brutal kick in between his legs.

Kicking up from under his chiton, she felt his naked balls trapped at the top of her foot for a short moment. She absolutely loved that feeling and savoured it for a moment, while the man collapsed on the floor in front of her. Luckily, another Trojan had decided to step up for the young noble. Seeing a motion at the edge of her field of view, she whirled around and got to enjoy crushing another pair of balls under a hard cock against her foot.

Further back in the room, a fully naked Trojan stopped his approach, when the hand of the equally naked female dancer, he had previously pulled onto his couch, grabbed his balls from behind and yanked them back hard. The cute dancer winked at her queen, when the man went down in front of her. The dancers were basically prostitutes and often slaves, but it was always a great idea to treat them with dignity and respect, which the Trojan probably had not. Menelea quickly memorized her face, to reward her properly later.

The series of busted balls had her wet and horny. But she needed to finish this, before she could leave and enjoy some male company in her private chambers. After three of their compatriots had been nailed in the balls, the rest of the Trojan envoys stayed down on their couch in fear. The room was dead quiet now. Paris was sitting on the floor in front of her, tears running down his cheeks. He had lifted up his chiton and currently checked his bare balls for any damage.

The Spartan queen stepped in between his open legs and broke his pretty nose with her knee. When he lifted up his hands, her bare foot came down on his balls, grinding them against the cold marble floor. Menelea heard Helen pant in shock and sympathy, but one look into the eyes of her big sister made her shut up.

"I am saying this just once, Paris of Troy, keep your filthy hands off my little sister."

He nodded quickly, while pathetically hugging her leg. When he looked up, his eyes quickly stopped at her crotch, his position allowing him a good view up her chiton, her female attributes openly presented to him. Let him have it, she thought. Menelea let her gaze quickly wander across the room one more time. Back in the shadow, she shortly glimpsed at Athena's strong, powerful physique, her head nodding at her in satisfaction. The Spartan queen blinked and quickly looked back at the shadow, but Athena was gone.

After pressing her foot down hard on Paris' balls one more time, she finally let go of him and stormed out of the room. Right before the exit, she softly slapped the invitingly exposed balls of a handsome, muscular dancer and gestured him to follow her. She would kick him in the nuts a few times to get her off and then have him fuck her. The excited tickle in her pussy overwhelmed her on the way and she ended up executing her plan in the hallway between the servants' quarters and her private chamber.