The Odd-Bussy – Chapter 5

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FIFTH CHALLENGE: THE SIRENS

I am on my knees, worshipping at the feet of Calypso.

He sits on the edge of the bed, resting back against his forearms as I savor his cock with my mouth.

His staff is flagging, but it soon regains its might as I do that special trick with my tongue. I do not remember where I learned it, only that it makes him groan, fist my hair, and whisper What a good boy thou art…

“Odysseus, thy tongue,” Calypso moans, gently petting my head like I am his faithful hound.

I say nothing, but hold his rod in my hand as I slurp his heavy sack of life.

His orbs are tiny treasures I roll on my tongue, the folds of his pouch wrinkled and hairy between my lips. I wish to consume his seed again, to imbibe his life force as readily as I guzzle the Lotus Flower ale.

“Odysseus… Odysseus… Odysseus!”

It is only when he pulls me away from his jewels that I realize he has been trying to capture my attention.

He smiles down at me, then slips his thumb inside my mouth. My lips close around it readily as I await his command.

“Thou were about to tell me of Tiresias’s warning.”

“Was I? I don’t remember.” I grab his hand and suck another finger inside my mouth.

He chuckles, then pulls his hand beyond my reach. “I should like to know how thee prevailed against the trials.”

“But how can I speak with my mouth full?” I ask, leaning in to lap at the head of his engorged cock.

He tilts my chin and gazes in my eyes. “Let me, sweet creature.”

He spins me around until it is I who recline on the bed. Before I can protest, his mouth is on my stick, having swallowed it to the root.

“Daaaaaaddy,” I moan, falling back onto the pillow like a fainting maiden. “Daddy, Daddy, Daaaaaddyyyyyy…”

Calypso’s mouth is softer than silk and sweeter than honey. It feels so intoxicating that I forget what he has asked until he slips my sword out of his mouth and says, “Tell me, Odysseus. What was the first trial thee had to resist?”

I open my eyes, staring at the torchlight on the ceiling, and the spinning fan casting moving shadows on the wall.

In the shadows, I see their forms. The graceful movements, so sweet and seductive.

“The Sirens…”

I climbed out of the Underworld, rushing past the door with the skull, the whispering still ringing in my ears as I emerged out of the stairwell and into the light.

The Sirens.

Scylla and Charybdis.

The Sun God, Helios.

Three temptations, two of which were easily avoidable, one of which would be a tight squeeze, but manageable.

I hurried through the hallways, repeating the directions he’d given me in my head.

Go straight until you reach a crossroads of three. Take the path in the middle, then a hard right as soon as you see the painting of the ship run aground on jagged rocks. Continue down the hallway, past the door with the engraving of the mermaid.

Do NOT go inside, no matter what happens. Once I hear the Sirens’ call, it will already be too late.

Should be easy enough. I was ready to get the hell out of here, so I didn’t mind not checking out whatever weird little side rooms were in this place.

I reached the crossroads after a few minutes of walking. Instead of meeting at a cross, they branched out at narrow angles, like the limbs of a tree.

I glanced down the paths to the left and the right, wondering what could possibly lurk in such a cavernous space.

“What are you doing, Odie?” I chastised myself. “Who gives a shit what else is here, just get a move on.”

I hurried down the hall, breaking out at a light jog until I got to a section with rows of paintings on either side.

They were long and ornate, stretching nearly from floor to ceiling. In between each was an entrance to a different hallway, all identical.

Again, who designed this fucking place, and how big could it possibly be?

I walked slowly, studying the paintings one by one to make sure I didn’t miss the one with the ship.

I stopped in front of a ship on stormy waters, but there were no rocks in sight. Could this be it? No, it was in the middle of the sea, and Tiresias had definitely said it was run aground. Keep moving.

I walked past paintings of towering gods, naked men and women, and frolicking animals. It was fucking weird, and seemingly out of place for what was supposedly a gay club.

Who was I kidding. I knew by now that the Trojan Whore was definitely not just a regular gay club.

When I finally found the painting of the ship run aground, I breathed a sigh of relief. I studied it carefully to make sure it was the right painting.

It was. The ship had crashed into a bunch of jagged rocks, the front of it shattering into a million wooden pieces.

On the rocks, three mermaids reclined lazily, as if watching the show.

Weird.

I took the hallway to the right, breaking back into a jog now that I had the right path. As I ran, I could feel my bladder start to weigh heavy.

Oh, well. I could piss when I was out of here.

The more I ran, though, the more full it felt. It was starting to grow painful, and I was kind of worried I’d piss myself. My boxers had only just gotten dry, and I wasn’t looking forward to dousing them with fresh piss.

Just as I was about to burst, I spotted a door on the right-hand side. Maybe I could duck in there real quick, just to piss.

I was about to push it open when I noticed what was on the door: a golden mermaid, her hair long and flowing, her lips cherry-red and full.

Fuck. Tiresias’s warning. No way I was going in there, no matter how bad I had to piss.

Just as I was about to pull my dick out and piss in the hallway, I heard the sound of footsteps.

Oh shit. Someone was coming.

I looked around, but the hallway in front of me stretched on endlessly. There were no other doors nearby, and I had to piss so bad there was no way I could run far enough to get away from whoever was coming.

Shit. Shit shit shit.

With no other option, I plugged my fingers in my ears, kicked open the door, and ran inside.

It was a bathroom.

A normal bathroom.

Thank God.

I was so relieved I nearly unplugged my ears, but I remembered Tiresias’s warning about the Siren’s song.

Once you hear the Sirens’ call, it will already be too late.

I would keep my ears plugged, quickly piss, peek outside to make sure the hallway was empty, then book it to the exit.

Unfortunately, this bathroom didn’t seem to have any urinals.

Probably one of those weird mixed-gender bathrooms you were starting to see now.

I headed for the stall in the middle, nudging the door open with my foot as I slipped inside.

The walls were covered with graffiti—call Aglaope for a good time, Thelxiepea gives good head—but the toilet was clean and I needed to piss like nobody’s business.

I took my finger out of my left ear long enough to latch the door, then quickly pulled down my boxers.

When the piss started flowing, all was right in the world.

“Mmmmmm,” I moaned, enjoying the stream that cascaded out of my cock into the toilet.

The relief at emptying my bladder was almost as good as it had felt fucking Agamemnon. I still couldn’t believe I’d done that. He was my best bro, and I’d fucked him up the ass and cum in him. And loved it.

Was I gay now? Or bi? No way. I still dug chicks, and all I wanted was to get back to Penelope so I could fuck her brains out.

I wasn’t gay. I just liked getting my dick wet, that’s all. Anyone in my position would have done the same exact thing.

I’d nearly finished pissing when I noticed the hole.

It was small, about the size of the bottom of a soda can, carved into the side of the wall to my left. Through it, I could see two pale, dainty fingers, and an eye with long lashes staring at me.

“Fuck!” I yelled, falling sideways and sending the last spurt of my piss flying.

My fingers slipped out of my ears, and that was when I heard the figure behind the hole giggle.

“Careful,” they said, and the voice was so sweet and melodic that it gave me pause.

I wanted to plug my ears again, but for some reason, that didn’t seem as important right now.

“You scared me,” I said, laughing sheepishly.

The person behind the hole giggled again. “Sorry. You’re really big, you know. Down there…”

The eye trailed down to my cock, which was still hanging out of my boxers.

I rubbed the back of my head, then gave it a few tugs. “Aw… I dunno. I’m not THAT big.”

“Are you kidding?” The figure pulled back, and now I could see two eyes with big, long lashes staring at me. “You’re hung like a stallion. I bet girls love sucking on such a big, thick cock.”

I smiled, rubbing the head of my dick with my thumb. “Yeah, I guess. My girlfriend’s not all that into giving head, but–”

“What?” The eyes looked aghast. “That’s crazy. If you were my boyfriend, I’d be on my knees in front of you 24/7. Draining your balls while you relax with a beer. Rubbing your feet, kissing your balls…”

I cleared my throat. My dick was starting to get hard now.

“Does that please you? To hear what I want to do to your dick?”

“I mean… yeah,” I admitted. “But… I have a girlfriend.”

“That’s what’s so beautiful about the gloryhole,” said the voice. “It’s not cheating if you don’t know who’s blowing you. Just stick your cock through, let the person on the other side blow you, and get the best head of your life.”

I was fully hard now. That did sound really good. But still.

“I dunno,” I said. “It feels kinda weird, not knowing who’s sucking my cock.”

“Well, come take a look, then, handsome.”