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Just a little photoshoot of the cocky GOLDEN GOD Alpha Hercules, showing off his godly huge muscles, his worshippers waiting while the photoshoot is going on and they drool seeing him.

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Big Mistake, Beta (2)

“For they have sown the wind, and they shall reap the whirlwind” Hosea 8:7

Hercules:

7:00am:

Hercules awakens from his beautiful sleep with a groan, his muscles popping as his yawns in a loud manner. He stretches his arms and scratches his pits before getting up. He conducts his wake up routine to get the average Tuesday started, which is little more than a quick shower, putting on clothes, making and drinking a protein shake and talking to his bros in a group chat. He does notice, only after looking around for his favorite beta-bro, that his favorite beta bro is missing. He frowns to himself, his ego taking a small hit. Why is his beta bro not with him? Ugh, anyways, you have stuff to do today… I.e do what you do everyday.

8:00am: This daily schedule first starts with Hercules using his infinite funds and ability to persuade and flirt his way into an expensive restaurant to simply eat breakfast. Damn, high life is good. As he's eating, he feels his bowels move and he chuckles to himself. Is it weird to release a loud alpha fart in public? Nahhhh, but speaking of weird, he can’t help but wonder where his favorite beta is, and he wonders if he's ok. Anyways, time to move on with the day. 

8:45am: The day continues, and after leaving the fancy restaurant by releasing a thick protein fart, he leaves to go to the on-campus gym. He pumps iron, feels his golden blood rush and scatter across his muscles, and feels his fibers flex and tense. Lifting weights and boosting his strength has always made him feel superior. He chuckles to himself, smirking arrogantly, and yet it falters. Where the heck is his beta-bro? Usually he will be seen by now, or at least have sent a text! Hmm, Hercules might have to punish his beta-bro for ignoring him… hope he's ok.

11:30am: After finishing his morning workout, not showering, changing into different clothes and heading off to lunch, Hercules' day continues, except he genuinely starts to worry about his beta-bro. His beta bro wasn’t even there to watch him change out of his sweaty outfit and eye bang him! Hercules would usually respond to the denial of attention with hostility, and yet, concern replaces that anger. Concern about the wheel being of his beta-bro. Anyways, Hercules changes into a proper outfit and once again goes to another fancy restaurant just to eat lunch, gotta fill up on that protein! If only his beta-bro was around to be his favorite gas bag, and yet still no messages. Hercules tries to convince himself that its not THAT big of a deal… hopefully. He leaves the lunch restaurant and leaves a “tip” by letting the staff clean up the remains of his golden sweat off of the seat. 

12:15 Once arriving back to campus, taking a quick shower to just freshen up his hair, and changing outfits, Hercules heads off to the campus gym again. He heads into the locker room, and chugs a protein shake. He looks around at the much smaller and definitely less alpha males around the locker-room and even the open door to the gym floor. Unfortunately, he can’t smile, for the multiple text messages and calls he sent to his roommate were left unanswered. He tries not to show it, but he is worried as fuck! He continues to chug the shake, feeling his bowels itch. He puts down the protein shake, sticks his hands down his pants to itch his heavy balls, and then releases a protein fart, clouding up and gassing up the already smelly locker-room.

Anyways, Hercules heads out, not even bothering to laugh at his own fart out of concern. Maybe working out will distract him…

Roman:

6:00am:

Roman awakens with a sigh, his tiredness and exhaustion apparent on his face, and yet he tries to keep his smile upon his face. He does his own morning routine of cleaning up after Hercules, taking care of himself, cleaning himself in the shower, etc. Thankfully, he has finished all of this before 7, so it means he can quickly scurry out of the room before he has to deal with his new Roomie. Sorry Hercules, but today isn’t the day. 

7:00am:

Roman enters the lunchroom with a sigh and serves himself the same daily campus food. Since he can’t afford to eat at the good places on campus, let alone eat out, he eats at the “poor” person cafe on campus. He sighs, his mood souring as he starts to eat his food, melancholic and tired. By the time he has finished his meal, he is still hungry, but he can’t afford to get more food. 

7:30am-11:30am. For the next 4 hours, Roman has been attending his classes necessarily for getting his year done at campus. Unfortunately, these nerdy classes still haven't brought him the joy he was expecting, for instead they have only added to his stress. He tries to keep his head high, and yet the stress keeps building up. He sighs at his last class, and decides to do something he never thought he would expect. Maybe he should do what his alpha roommate does and attend the gym, for that may release some stress? He needs to see if he has any workout clothes…

12:00pm Roman enters the locker room and immediately smells the faint remains of a really stinky and musky fart, jesus, jocks these days… anyways, he heads into the locker room and heads to a private section of it to change into his gym wear, and once he does, he begins to feel a little bit better…. Maybe working out will help him with his stress!

12:15pm Roman enters the locker room and immediately smells the faint remains of a really stinky and musky fart, jesus, jocks these days… anyways, he heads into the locker room and heads to a private section of it to change into his gym wear, and once he does, he begins to feel a little bit better…. Maybe working out will help him with his stress!

Roman heads out and starts working out, struggling a bit since he hasn't “worked out” in a long time. As he is struggling to start, a quite handsome and attractive male approaches him and starts to give him advice and give him subtle compliments. Roman begins to feel even better, for it is rare that another male even talks to him with positive intentions… Maybe the gym will be a good place? Roman keeps talking to the gym…. Unknowingly striking the match to an inferno.

Simultaneously

Hercules: Hercules is busy working out, his head racing with thoughts of his beta-bro and if hes ok or not. He is honestly considering combining the campus to find what belongs to him and to punish his beta-bro for not answering him. Fuck, hes getting obsessed with his beta-bro, it is as if his very scent haunts him and teases him about how what BELONGS to him is always out of reach and it pisses him the fuck off… wait a minute, he CAN smell Roman! Roman never comes to the gym… unless…  Hercules wings sprout in shock upon seeing Roman

As if being on autopilot, he beelines straight towards Roman, wanting to wring him out for ignoring him and to also take him the fuck out of the gym, for not only does he NOT belong there, but he doesn’t like the idea of inferior males feasting upon HIS beta-bitch. As he is marching towards Roman, rage and possessiveness swimming in his orbs, he sees something that sends his very soul ablaze… an INFERIOR male is speaking to what BELONGS TO HIM Hercules loses himself to the raging possessiveness, his wings growing to maximum size… All hell is going to break loose. 

Roman: The air grows heavy and hostile, so thick and tense that he even finds it hard to breathe. He gulps, and the guy talking to him is quick to walk away, as if he senses that the air is off too. What the frick happened? Did he say something? Roman thinks to myself for a couple seconds, standing still, before sighing, defeated. He shook his head and lowered it before turning around, only to have his head forcefully and aggressively gripped by an almost bone shattering grip of someone. Roman yelps and is forced to look up, only to see a hellfire and brimstone raging within the eyes of none other than Hercules…. “Who. the. fuck. was. that?”

(( @scott-golden9 Dang, possessive much?

Just a little photoshoot of the cocky GOLDEN GOD Alpha Hercules, showing off his godly huge muscles, his worshippers waiting while the photoshoot is going on and they drool seeing him.

Big Mistake, Beta (2)

“For they have sown the wind, and they shall reap the whirlwind” Hosea 8:7

Hercules:

7:00am:

Hercules awakens from his beautiful sleep with a groan, his muscles popping as his yawns in a loud manner. He stretches his arms and scratches his pits before getting up. He conducts his wake up routine to get the average Tuesday started, which is little more than a quick shower, putting on clothes, making and drinking a protein shake and talking to his bros in a group chat. He does notice, only after looking around for his favorite beta-bro, that his favorite beta bro is missing. He frowns to himself, his ego taking a small hit. Why is his beta bro not with him? Ugh, anyways, you have stuff to do today… I.e do what you do everyday.

8:00am: This daily schedule first starts with Hercules using his infinite funds and ability to persuade and flirt his way into an expensive restaurant to simply eat breakfast. Damn, high life is good. As he's eating, he feels his bowels move and he chuckles to himself. Is it weird to release a loud alpha fart in public? Nahhhh, but speaking of weird, he can’t help but wonder where his favorite beta is, and he wonders if he's ok. Anyways, time to move on with the day. 

8:45am: The day continues, and after leaving the fancy restaurant by releasing a thick protein fart, he leaves to go to the on-campus gym. He pumps iron, feels his golden blood rush and scatter across his muscles, and feels his fibers flex and tense. Lifting weights and boosting his strength has always made him feel superior. He chuckles to himself, smirking arrogantly, and yet it falters. Where the heck is his beta-bro? Usually he will be seen by now, or at least have sent a text! Hmm, Hercules might have to punish his beta-bro for ignoring him… hope he's ok.

11:30am: After finishing his morning workout, not showering, changing into different clothes and heading off to lunch, Hercules' day continues, except he genuinely starts to worry about his beta-bro. His beta bro wasn’t even there to watch him change out of his sweaty outfit and eye bang him! Hercules would usually respond to the denial of attention with hostility, and yet, concern replaces that anger. Concern about the wheel being of his beta-bro. Anyways, Hercules changes into a proper outfit and once again goes to another fancy restaurant just to eat lunch, gotta fill up on that protein! If only his beta-bro was around to be his favorite gas bag, and yet still no messages. Hercules tries to convince himself that its not THAT big of a deal… hopefully. He leaves the lunch restaurant and leaves a “tip” by letting the staff clean up the remains of his golden sweat off of the seat. 

12:15 Once arriving back to campus, taking a quick shower to just freshen up his hair, and changing outfits, Hercules heads off to the campus gym again. He heads into the locker room, and chugs a protein shake. He looks around at the much smaller and definitely less alpha males around the locker-room and even the open door to the gym floor. Unfortunately, he can’t smile, for the multiple text messages and calls he sent to his roommate were left unanswered. He tries not to show it, but he is worried as fuck! He continues to chug the shake, feeling his bowels itch. He puts down the protein shake, sticks his hands down his pants to itch his heavy balls, and then releases a protein fart, clouding up and gassing up the already smelly locker-room.

Anyways, Hercules heads out, not even bothering to laugh at his own fart out of concern. Maybe working out will distract him…

Roman:

6:00am:

Roman awakens with a sigh, his tiredness and exhaustion apparent on his face, and yet he tries to keep his smile upon his face. He does his own morning routine of cleaning up after Hercules, taking care of himself, cleaning himself in the shower, etc. Thankfully, he has finished all of this before 7, so it means he can quickly scurry out of the room before he has to deal with his new Roomie. Sorry Hercules, but today isn’t the day. 

7:00am:

Roman enters the lunchroom with a sigh and serves himself the same daily campus food. Since he can’t afford to eat at the good places on campus, let alone eat out, he eats at the “poor” person cafe on campus. He sighs, his mood souring as he starts to eat his food, melancholic and tired. By the time he has finished his meal, he is still hungry, but he can’t afford to get more food. 

7:30am-11:30am. For the next 4 hours, Roman has been attending his classes necessarily for getting his year done at campus. Unfortunately, these nerdy classes still haven't brought him the joy he was expecting, for instead they have only added to his stress. He tries to keep his head high, and yet the stress keeps building up. He sighs at his last class, and decides to do something he never thought he would expect. Maybe he should do what his alpha roommate does and attend the gym, for that may release some stress? He needs to see if he has any workout clothes…

12:00pm Roman enters the locker room and immediately smells the faint remains of a really stinky and musky fart, jesus, jocks these days… anyways, he heads into the locker room and heads to a private section of it to change into his gym wear, and once he does, he begins to feel a little bit better…. Maybe working out will help him with his stress!

12:15pm Roman enters the locker room and immediately smells the faint remains of a really stinky and musky fart, jesus, jocks these days… anyways, he heads into the locker room and heads to a private section of it to change into his gym wear, and once he does, he begins to feel a little bit better…. Maybe working out will help him with his stress!

Roman heads out and starts working out, struggling a bit since he hasn't “worked out” in a long time. As he is struggling to start, a quite handsome and attractive male approaches him and starts to give him advice and give him subtle compliments. Roman begins to feel even better, for it is rare that another male even talks to him with positive intentions… Maybe the gym will be a good place? Roman keeps talking to the gym…. Unknowingly striking the match to an inferno.

Simultaneously

Hercules: Hercules is busy working out, his head racing with thoughts of his beta-bro and if hes ok or not. He is honestly considering combining the campus to find what belongs to him and to punish his beta-bro for not answering him. Fuck, hes getting obsessed with his beta-bro, it is as if his very scent haunts him and teases him about how what BELONGS to him is always out of reach and it pisses him the fuck off… wait a minute, he CAN smell Roman! Roman never comes to the gym… unless…  Hercules wings sprout in shock upon seeing Roman

As if being on autopilot, he beelines straight towards Roman, wanting to wring him out for ignoring him and to also take him the fuck out of the gym, for not only does he NOT belong there, but he doesn’t like the idea of inferior males feasting upon HIS beta-bitch. As he is marching towards Roman, rage and possessiveness swimming in his orbs, he sees something that sends his very soul ablaze… an INFERIOR male is speaking to what BELONGS TO HIM Hercules loses himself to the raging possessiveness, his wings growing to maximum size… All hell is going to break loose. 

Roman: The air grows heavy and hostile, so thick and tense that he even finds it hard to breathe. He gulps, and the guy talking to him is quick to walk away, as if he senses that the air is off too. What the frick happened? Did he say something? Roman thinks to myself for a couple seconds, standing still, before sighing, defeated. He shook his head and lowered it before turning around, only to have his head forcefully and aggressively gripped by an almost bone shattering grip of someone. Roman yelps and is forced to look up, only to see a hellfire and brimstone raging within the eyes of none other than Hercules…. “Who. the. fuck. was. that?”

(( @scott-golden9 Dang, possessive much?