Zeus complains that Hera doesn't like him and Ganymede has had it [nsfw, zeus/ganymede]

Trigger warnings: Dubcon and or Malicious Compliance(??), Fingering, Hand Jobs, Verbal Humiliation and or Scolding, Pathetic old men.

I apologize for legit anything that sounds weird, half of this i wrote high and the last half I'm, idk. lmao. it's also short so uhh enjoy!!! :D

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Zeus had a slump in his step as he walked in and passed Ganymede. This was usual every time he returned from… whatever he does when he’s gone. People like to assume Ganymede is always by the king of the gods side but no, he stays on Olympus and vibes, minus him making drinks for whomever asks. And Zeus.

Zeus sat at his usual seat in the room while Ganymede continued to sit on the complete opposite side of the room of Zeus. Until he was called over.

“Ganymede, come here please…”

Gods, he sounds pathetic when he’s upset. Ganymede hated that tone. It’s the old man's attempt at puppy dog eyes or something. It was pathetic.

He will continue to repeat that Zeus is pathetic.

“Ganymede?”

He wanted to at least finish reading this sentence before heading over.

“Ganymede.”

“I’m coming.”

Ganymede’s tone was flat with no indication of emotion. After a long… Long long while of being Zeus’ personal little slave, Ganymede realized that Zeus won’t do anything to him, aside from fucking him, he guessed.

It sounds worse than it seems and… it got tolerable. At least that's what Ganymede likes to think.

Ganymede closed his book and crossed the room, standing in front of Zeus with his arms crossed. Zeus had untied his hair at some point and now it was falling down around his face. He had his usual cream colored shirt and had his brown pants that always shows off his legs.

The bastard. The one thing Ganymede hated about Zeus the most, after all the old man has done to him, he’s incredibly, stupidly hot. It’s unfair, honestly.

“Have a seat.” Zeus patted his thigh for Ganymede to sit on. He did, his arms still crossed at his chest as Zeus pulled him close. The old man simply leaned on him, nearly half hugging from what ganymede can gather.

A loud, exasperated sigh was let out by Zeus, Ganymede groaned inwardly.

“What's wrong?”

“It’s Hera…” Zeus’s beard tickled Ganymede's neck as he spoke. “She ignored me again…”

“Yeah no shit??” Ganymede inwardly thought.

“She didn’t even ask me where I was… I ask her where she goes… is she too busy for me now? Do you know what she’s been doing?”

Ganymede can’t believe the audacity of this man. He’s upset that his wife, who he regularly cheats on, decided that she doesn’t want to waste energy on him anymore?? He wanted to punch Zeus in the throat so badly.

Zeus noticed Ganymede's prolonged silence and looked at him with a pout. “Little cockerel , why aren’t you answering me?”

Ganymede hates that Zeus calls him that. But the old man thinks it's ‘endearing’ and ‘really fits him’ and ‘it's better than his old nickname, “little chick”.’

Whatever.

“Oh, nothing, just– just in a bad mood is all!” Ganymede rolled his eyes, not even pretending his mood was low to begin with the moment Zeus entered the room. He just wanted to get back to his book.

“You too?” Zeus’ hand moved to Ganymede's ass and gave it a pinch and a squeeze. “Let me cheer you up.”

Ganymede rolled his eyes again. The old man really thinks sex is the best way to ‘cheer up’, when all it does for Ganymede is make him lose the feeling of his legs for a little while.

He isn’t saying the sex is bad, oh no, far from it; but he’d rather be doing something else than have sex with Zeus.

But the old man hates being told ‘No thanks’, so Ganymede simply allowed Zeus to go to town. Might as well, he’s at least good at that.

Ganymede’s shorts were easily removed and he was faced more towards Zeus. He sat up on his knees as the old man idly felt around his thighs, making him shiver and unfold his arms to hold onto Zeus’ shoulders for balance. The bastard's hands teased at the inner parts of his thighs before finding their way up to his pussy as Zeus’ lips bit at the side of his neck.

He hates it, he hates that this old man knows every little spot to get him wet. This fucking sucks. He hates it here.

Zeus’ middle and index finger found the lips of Ganymede's pussy and idly teased him, making the young man finally groan in frustration. He bit his bottom lip and watched Zeus’ hand move between his legs, but no fingers entered him yet. “Arching for me, little cockerel?”

He wasn’t begging for Zeus, the old man wanted sex first, not him, so he should work for it.

But this won’t end faster if he stayed quiet either.

“Just hurry up.”

The finger entered Ganymede with ease. It didn’t stop until it was knuckle deep in his pussy as Zeus’ other hand went and squeezed Ganymede's dick, making the smaller man gasp in surprise.

“Do not use that tone with me, Ganymede.” Zeus' growl was deep, threatening , but Ganymede knew better regarding Zeus’ threats. Sex was the last thing he felt like he had any form of power in anymore after the centuries of his worship waning and becoming whatever it is now. Might as well, since sex is the only thing Zeus is good at anymore.

And if he hurt the last few people who fucks him (willingly at this point), well that’s one less person to fuck.

Ganymede’s hips rolled on Zeus’ hand once he was being properly fingered. The man's large digit moved around inside him with ease as the man idly kissed his cheek down to his neck and collarbone, a second finger entered him when he wasn’t paying attention, was he already that wet? Ganymede let out a soft curse as he squeezed around the fingers inside him. Ganymede felt Zeus’ other hand move from his dick to squeeze his ass, which made him lean more against his chest as he decided to enjoy the pampering.

But this also sucks, he hated holding onto the old man like this, but he wanted this done as soon as possible too, he wanted to get back to his stories and Zeus out of here.

Zeus by this point made small marks on Ganymede’s neck and shoulders, his hands angled so Ganymede's dick could be squeezed in his grasp as he fingered him, his thumb pressing and rubbing against it. Ganymede couldn’t keep in his moan, his dick being rubbed and him being fingered was always too much for him. It's so annoying that the old man knows how to use his hands. It’s annoying that his body reacts like this.

He hates it here.

“Fffuckshit— m’gonna come…” Ganymede really was, his legs wouldn’t stop shaking and his hips couldn’t stop rolling as all the spots Zeus was touching was making sparks shoot up his back in the best way possible. He just wants this over with. “Please don’t stop…!”

Zeus didn’t stop, he never did until he saw his favorite little cup bearer crumble by his hand. At least he’s skilled enough to do that job.

Again; He hates that this man is good at sex.

Ganymede released himself on Zeus’ hand with a moan of relief, the relief on his face was of; ‘finally, I can lay down and be by myself!’

…but he knows Zeus hasn’t finished yet either.

Zeus’ fingers slid out from between Ganymede's legs, letting the young man sit on his legs as he idly licked at his fingers and leaned back to look at the mildly disheveled cup bearer.. “Undo my pants, would you?”

It was more of a command than a suggestion, but whatever.

Ganymede sighed and undid the old man's belt and buttons. He can already see the outline of his erection against his already tight pants, and ganymede inwardly punched himself for being a bit excited for it.

He hates that he’s like this. He hates everything about his life, really. The only people he likes being around are a handful of gods, and there are a LOT of gods around for it to be a handful.

Ganymede took Zeus' erection out from his pants, hearing the old man sigh with relief and pull him closer. Ganymede wanted this done and gave it a squeeze a little under the head, making the old man moan in need as he felt Zeus’ large hand squeeze his ass again. If Zeus knows every little thing that makes Ganymede moan, the reverse is true, to an extent.

He idly squeezed at specific spots on Zeus’ cock, letting the old man knead his ass and purr in his ear as he started talking again.

“You’re such a good boy, my little Cockerel… so obedient and perfect at what you do…”

Ganymede rolled his eyes at that and didn’t respond, focusing on getting Zeus happy and ready for his eventual pounding so he can fuck off.

“I feel like you’re the only one who really understands me…”

Ganymede’s movements faltered for a second, looking over to Zeus in utter confusion. “Understand you, how?

One of Zeus’ hands spreads Ganymede's ass cheeks, another hand playing with the smaller man's asshole as he spoke. “No one seems to respect or notice you… You know I do, right? S’why i brought you here to be seen properly… I just wish Hera understood that too… Maybe she can see how great you are if she gave you a chance… “ He nuzzled on the crook of Ganymede's neck, kissing it. “I feel like that… no one respects me anymore despite all I’ve done… No one seems to appreciate me anymore.

Ganymede couldn’t believe what he was hearing, was Zeus actually comparing his life as king of the gods, the guy who does whatever he wants without fear of consequence of what his wife and everyone else thinks?? To Ganymede's STOLEN, now immortal, cursed life of never looking a day over 15 while being a fucking slave to the gods and Zeus’ personal sock???

Ganymede gave Zeus’ dick a little-too-tight-squeeze, making the man groan in surprise and some pain. “Careful cockerel– Ah! Not too tight now!” Ganymede kept the grip as he started to jerk off Zeus with a less than kind speed. At least the old man was dripping enough for it to be slick. Unfortunate.

“Ganymede what has gotten into you??” Zeus’ tone was of concern and confused annoyance, now noticing that the younger man had a death glare on him.

“Nothing, LORD Zeus. I’m just having a grand ol time on your lap, couldn’t be fucking happier.” Ganymede’s glare didn’t wane as he kept jerking the old man off.

Zeus’ eyes widened in surprise at the young man's tone and sat up more straight and pressed the cupbearer close to him again, now looking at him in the eyes and using his size to intimidate Ganymede along with his serious tone of voice (or as best he can with his dick being in a near death grip of a handjob at this point). “Your tone and attitude has gotten on the last of my nerves today, boy, on your stomach–”

“No.”

Ganymede doesn’t care what kind of punishment he’s getting after this, he’s tired of this old man's attitude, his being, his everything; and he really was in a bad mood. And Ganymede’s answer did genuinely catch Zeus off guard long enough for Ganymede to continue.

“My attitude has gotten on your nerves?! Oh Boohoo, YOUR attitude has been on mine ever since I got here, O’ mighty Lord Zeus.” Ganymede's Growl was apparent and Zeus was stunned by his cupbearer's sudden attitude change.

A low growl left from the Zeus’ chest as he tried to assert himself but Ganymede grip had made his own grip on the smaller man's ass lessened, and he had to lean back again from the pain and pleasure he’s receiving.“Ganymede– Hrgh–!” Ganymede’s thumb gave soft massages at the base of Zeus’ cock, slowly pressing them up to the man's cockhead. His thumb pressed hard on it in circular motions, noticing the fact that the man was leaking a lot more than expected. Did this turn him on?? Ganymede squinted his eyes at Zeus, a sneer on his lips as he continued to talk.

“Always complaining about Hera, always using me as your personal warmer for your dick just to FEEL some form of control again. How pathetic, no wonder Lady Hera stopped giving you the attention you oh so crave, you’re too chicken shit to admit you’re so unable to even attempt to fix something of whatever you have left of your marriage, you’d rather deal with Lady Hera’s wrath than her happiness.

Zeus tried thrusting his hips up to have some friction around his shaft from Ganymede's hand, but the smaller man gave Zeus nothing and kept squeezing his cockhead.

“Or… maybe… You like Lady Hera being enraged at you. Is that why you won’t leave her?”

Ganymede gave Zeus’ cock a tug, feeling the old man throb in his grip, which made him angrier.

“Or are you Afraid of the backlash you’ll get? Afraid of becoming the god who threw away the last good thing he had and didn’t realize how good he had it until it was too late??”

Zeus was unable to even respond with the whiplash of pleasure and scolding he’s getting all at once. Ganymede smirked at how he broke the old man down so much.

“You really want to know what she’s been doing while you aren’t here?”

Another throb. Ganymede leans forward to speak in Zeus’ ear.

“She fucks Aphrodite, almost daily, I’ve heard them many times passing by their rooms or if they requested drinks, makes me wonder what Lady Hera does to make the love goddess come back for more…”

Ganymede slowly moved his hand down the shaft again and pumped Zeus’ cock, the old man’s breathing was heavy. Cute, he’s trying to contain himself.

“Lady Aphrodite always seems to walk funny when leaving the room with marks on her skin…”

Ganymede felt Zeus’ hands squeeze his ass again, needy and hanging on every word Ganymede said. How Pathetic.

“...And guess what…?”

Zeus’ breath hitched in his throat with a shudder.

“Lady Hera’s strap is definitely something to consider.”

Zeus let out a gasp, a sudden wetness covered Ganymede's hand, wrist, and thighs. He glanced down and saw the mess Zeus made between them and scoffed, finally letting go of the man's cock and wiped the mess on Zeus’ shirt before moving off of him.

Ganymede found his shorts, sliding them back on, his back towards the disheveled Zeus as he spoke.

“Here’s my personal advice; Stop complaining about your wife, stop being a coward of a man and tell her what you REALLY want, or risk losing her to someone who values her more than you’ll ever do.”

And that was it, Ganymede strode across the room to grab his book and left the area entirely, leaving Zeus to simmer in his own pathetic mess.

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Edit: re-read and fixed a part or two lmao