Chronicles Of Muscular City - Prologue + Chapter #1

All characters in this story, as well as the story itself, are work of fiction and are not real. All characters in the story are +18.

THEO(30), ALEX(38), YIMMY(60), CAN(36), XAVIER (AUTHOR 26), ALSO ALL GODS FROM PROLOGUE ARE OLD AS ETHERNITY (+18)

Long ago, before time itself even had a name, Chaos, the supreme god, fell into his eternal slumber and began shaping his dream world.

In that dream the first being to emerge was Erebus — endless darkness. He simply came into existence on his own.

Chaos then decided to create the complete opposite of Erebus. In the deepest corner of that darkness, Ra appeared — eternal light — and with his radiant beauty he illuminated Erebus for the very first time.

Erebus and Ra circled each other in perfect harmony for what mortals would later call an eternity. Yet for Chaos everything still felt empty and monotonous.

So he created Ymir, the embodiment of raw matter and the material universe. But since everything was in total disarray, Chaos brought forth Rod — the god of Order, the living laws that governed the cosmos.

From the passionate love between Ymir and Rod came Eros — the Eternal. He filled every corner of existence. He perfected their bond and bound Ymir and Rod together forever. He was desire itself, love itself, connection itself — the sinuous line between yin and yang. Eros knew everything that happened in every visible and invisible realm.

Beside him appeared Gai, who shaped the stars, planets, and galaxies according to his own exquisite taste.

Before long, Gai began to complain.

“I have far too much work. Ymir keeps spawning new matter — useful and useless alike. I can barely keep up with shaping it all.”

Chaos thought for a moment, then reached into the depths of Erebus’s darkness and created Aphopish — the god of destruction.

Together with Gai, Aphopish helped shape the universe: whatever was beautiful stayed, whatever displeased them was annihilated. In doing so, they kept perfect balance for all the higher gods.

From their union was born Naw — the god of life, who traveled the cosmos breathing vitality into planets. Soon after, Hel appeared — the one who drains life energy when the time comes.

With his thoughts, Chaos created the rest of the gods, giving rise to entire divine lineages.

In one of those lineages came Enki and Prometheus, lesser gods. They fashioned humanoid figures and asked Naw to grant them life.

Naw smiled and said,

“I like the idea, but remember — everything must have its end. Hel will always follow me close behind.”

The humans were beautiful and lived in happiness. Enki and Prometheus took great pleasure in their company, gave them knowledge, and soon the humans multiplied rapidly across the planet they called Earth.

Chaos ruled the entire universe through the gods he dreamed. As long as he slept, the world endured.

But Aphopish, the god of destruction — a dark-haired man with eyes like bottomless abysses and a body hard as obsidian — decided to claim the heart of Eros, the primordial god of bonds and stability who held the whole universe together.

Aphopish was a necessary force: he destroyed so new things could be born. Yet everything he touched eventually turned to ruin. He was treacherous and dangerous, and Rod could not allow it.

Every time Aphopish and Eros made love, the universe trembled with the force of their passion. The entire pantheon was left confused, wondering why the cosmos kept shaking.

Two mischievous gods, Loki and Hermes, caught wind of Aphopish’s feelings for Eros and their secret rendezvous. Unable to resist stirring trouble, they rushed to Gai and “worriedly” spilled everything.

Gai flew into a rage and went straight to Rod.

When Rod found out about their affair, he exploded with fury and forbade it outright.

“You will never lay a hand on him again!” he roared. “You are destruction incarnate, Aphopish. Everything you love, you destroy.”

It was easy to understand Rod’s reaction. Aphopish’s nature was unstable and led only to annihilation. When mixed with Eros’s power, it wasn’t just one celestial body at risk — the entire universe could collapse.

So Rod cast Aphopish down to Earth and banned him from ever returning to space. He thought it would be fitting punishment. But he had acted too hastily. He had sent the god of destruction straight among humans — and chaos erupted on Earth.

Aphopish descended among the mortals. His perfect, dark, divine body was enough to drive every man insane with lust. Warriors, farmers, hunters… they all flocked to him willingly, their cocks already rock-hard and leaking at the mere sight of him.

“Come, mortals,” Aphopish laughed, his voice like dark honey laced with venom. “The god of destruction has come to fuck you until you forget your own names.”

The first warrior to drop to his knees was a strong, dark-skinned young man covered in scars. He eagerly stripped Aphopish of his armor, took the thick, throbbing cock into his mouth, and sucked it deep. His throat tightened with pleasure, tears of ecstasy running down his face.

Aphopish gripped his hair and fucked his mouth hard and deep while the warrior moaned and begged for even more.

“Yeah, suck it harder, you filthy earth whore,” Aphopish growled. “Take everything your god gives you.”

The warrior pulled off just long enough to gasp,

“Please… fuck me. I want you to wreck me completely.”

Aphopish gently laid him on the grass, lifted his legs, and buried himself balls-deep into that tight, burning ass. He fucked him deep and steady, every thrust overflowing with pleasure.

The warrior moaned,

“Harder… fuck me harder, my god… ruin me!”

His ass clenched around Aphopish’s cock as his own shaft erupted in long white ropes across his stomach. Finally Aphopish roared and filled him with hot, pulsing pleasure while the warrior shook in orgasm.

Once the gods had everything they desired, they wanted even more — something fresh to excite and entertain them. When they looked down from the heavens and saw Aphopish reveling with the humans, they decided to descend as well.

They fell to Earth like falling stars. They all surrendered to the urge. They fucked human men in the fields, in the forests, in the villages.

Driven by pure spite toward Rod and Gai, Aphopish fucked even more ferociously — in groups, one after another. Everyone offered themselves eagerly, spreading their asses, begging to be filled. Entire fields were drenched in sweat, warm pleasure, and loud, ecstatic moans.

Enki and Prometheus tried to stop the madness, but the lust-crazed gods quickly banished them to Tartarus.

Eros watched everything. He saw his lover Aphopish wrecking human men, pounding them senseless, filling them with his warm pleasure while they moaned and begged for more. His heart shattered.

The disappointment was so overwhelming that the entire universe began to shake with his sorrow — mountains cracked, oceans rose, the sky wept. Everything started collapsing. Chaos’s dream was falling apart.

“You can all suck it!” Chaos thundered, his voice shattering every dimension. “I will destroy this reality! I will erase it down to the last thread!”

He swore upon his own eternity:

“You shall be reborn as ordinary humans. Without memories. Without the names you once bore. You will live, you will love, you will hate, you will fuck, and you will regret the day you ever set foot on Earth. You loved creatures who were not your own kind? Then you will become what they are. You will learn what it truly means to be human — with every emotion that comes with it.”

Then he awoke.

The world ended in a blinding explosion. It was Ragnarok also known as The Fall of the Gods, The Fall of the Angels, The Big Bang.

In the new world, Chaos remained the one and only supreme being. Humans worshipped him under a thousand different names… but they never knew the truth of what had come before.

And the gods… their souls would reincarnate into that new world as humans.

AUTHOR'S NOTES:

HI everyone!

In this prologue I decided to have some fun and play around with mythology. I deliberately labeled it as a ‘prologue’ because it won’t be heavily tied to the main story, but it does give you the origin of how humans came to exist in this fictional universe.

All the characters and every story will exist in the same world and universe, and many of them will be connected through the various tales — all of them take place mostly in a city called Muscular City.

To be honest, I had a few other name ideas for the city, but after searching online I realized they had already been used way too many times by other writers. So I went with something short and clear: Muscular City.

Don’t worry too much about the gods from the prologue. In this new world they will all be completely new characters living completely new lives — as humans. Although as gods they only possessed certain emotions (the positive and useful ones), jealousy and despair were born from Gai and Eros’s situation. That’s when the gods started to resemble humans more and more. In the end, most of them ‘fell to the human level,’ and that’s why everything else happened.

In this new world they will live very different lives.

The first chapter comes below, but please keep in mind that I won’t be flooding you with daily updates. I don’t want to post something ‘half-cooked’ just to say ‘I posted today.’ Quality is far more important to me than quantity. If I’m not sure about a certain character or a part of the story, or if I don’t feel the timing is right, I’d rather move it and take the time to think it through properly.

I notice that many of my fellow writers post every single day, but I don’t want to give you anything that feels shallow or mechanical.

One more thing I can tell you: at least for the beginning, the story will revolve around a guy named Theo. I’ll be building the world around him, but I don’t want to put all the focus on him or force his character. I want every single character to have ‘room’ to ‘breathe.’

CHAPTER ONE

Muscular City is a city that breathes sea and muscle. Coastal, modern, drenched in sun and even more testosterone. Here anyone can be exactly what they want, and the LGBTQ+ scene is so strong that the city is sometimes called “gay paradise.”

Theo opened his eyes that morning half an hour later than usual. The last alarm finally dragged him out of bed. He stretched, yawned, and muttered:

“Morning, world… another day, huh? Alright.”

Theo lives in a house right on the beach. He’s thirty, a successful IT programmer at a company owned by Marcus. He’s tall, muscular, extremely good-looking, with fiery red hair and eyes the color of the ocean. What you need to know about him is that he always thinks with his head first, heart second. That’s probably why his past relationships lasted about as long as a morning coffee, but honestly, it doesn’t bother him much. He’s been with tall guys, short guys, fat guys, skinny guys, married, single, widowers, homeless, waiters, doctors, cops… you name it. For Theo every body and every man is a new story that leaves some kind of mark in his memory.

He threw the covers off and smiled at his morning buddy who was already standing proud and hard.

“Morning to you too, buddy.”

He showered, braced one hand against the wall, and stroked his cock under the hot water until he came hard. After rinsing off, he dried himself, stepped out of the bathroom completely naked, and let his heavy cock swing and slap against his thighs as he walked through the house. His house, his rules.

Downstairs fresh coffee was waiting. Jimmy, his sixty-year-old house assistant, stood by the counter.

Theo kissed him on the cheek. “Thanks, Jimmy. You’re the best.”

Jimmy blushed like always. “Good morning, Theo. Breakfast is on the table if you want it.”

Theo took the mug, took a sip, and sighed happily. “This is the life.”

He went up to the terrace, sat in the swinging chair, and let the sun warm him. The sea whispered below, waves rolling lazily. He scrolled through social media and suddenly stopped.

New gym. “Heavy Metal.” In the ad photo — a tall, massive, shredded guy in a tight tank top, veins popping.

Theo just muttered, “Oh fuck…”

He immediately opened the chat.

“Hey, saw your ad. Can you tell me a bit more about what you offer?”

The reply came quickly.

“Hey! Alex here. State-of-the-art equipment, experienced coaches, open every day from 6 a.m. to 6 p.m. Come whenever you want.”

Theo smiled and felt his cock twitch again in his shorts. He already had a small home gym, but this… this was something else. And that guy in the photo? He had to see him in real life. So he decided to buy some new workout clothes first.

“I’m going to Can’s,” he said to himself, stood up, and left.

Velvet Illusions had been his favorite boutique for years. Can knew him by heart — his size, exactly what he liked.

When Theo walked in, the little bell rang. Can looked up from the counter and immediately flashed that signature macho smile of his.

“There’s my favorite red-haired devil! What brings you in, handsome?”

Theo laughed and walked over. “Need new gym clothes. Something that fits like a second skin.”

Can raised an eyebrow. “So you’re hitting Heavy Metal? I saw they just opened. That dark guy in the ad… gotta admit, even I got a little hot when I saw him.”

“Guess I’m not the only one,” Theo grinned and winked.

Can grabbed him by the shoulder, friendly but with that familiar spark of hunger. “Come on, I’ve got something perfect for you.”

He led him to the rack, pulled out short, tight grey workout shorts and a sheer blue tank top.

They went into the fitting room.

“Try these on. I want to see.”

Theo didn’t hesitate. He stripped right in front of him. Can watched openly, without shame.

When Theo pulled on the shorts, the fabric clung to every muscle like a second skin. The tank top was almost transparent — his nipples clearly visible.

Can ran his hand over Theo’s chest. “Fucking perfect.”

Theo grabbed Can by the hips, pulled him close, and whispered in his ear:

“Now take off those jeans. I want to see that huge round ass you’re hiding.”

Can laughed deep in his throat, eyes already burning. He turned around, dropped his jeans, and stood with his legs spread, hands braced on the big mirror. He pushed his ass back and bent slightly.

Theo dropped to his knees behind him. With both hands he gripped those two massive, perfectly round cheeks and spread them wide. Can’s hole opened up in front of him — pink, smooth, already twitching with anticipation.

“Fuck… what an ass,” Theo growled before burying his face between the cheeks.

First he slowly dragged his wide, wet tongue all the way up the crack, from balls to the top. Can moaned loudly and pushed his ass back even more. Theo started circling the tip of his tongue around the hole — slow, sloppy, pressing harder each time. He felt Can’s hole clench and relax under his tongue.

“Ooo fuck… Theo…”

Theo got hungry. He shoved his tongue as deep as it would go and started fucking him with it like a little cock — sliding in and out, swirling inside, sucking the rim, licking every inch. Wet, greedy sounds filled the fitting room. Can’s legs were shaking, and he was moaning louder and louder, grinding his ass back onto Theo’s face.

“Deeper… fuck me deeper with your tongue… yes, just like that… you’re a goddamn master at this, redhead… lick my hole… suck it…”

Theo growled with pleasure, face completely buried in that huge, hot ass. His tongue never stopped — deep inside, out, circling, sucking, spitting, then diving back in. Can was whimpering and trembling, hands slipping on the mirror.

When he couldn’t wait any longer, Theo stood up, grabbed his thick, throbbing cock, and pressed it against that wet, spit-slick hole. With one powerful thrust he buried himself to the balls.

Can cried out in pleasure. “Yessss… wreck me!”

Theo fucked him hard and steady, every slap echoing through the cabin. He watched in the mirror as his cock disappeared into that huge round ass, watching it jiggle with every thrust.

“Fuck me harder,” Can groaned, pushing back. “Ruin me completely…”

Theo grabbed him by the hair, yanked his head back, and gave him exactly what he wanted — faster, harder, until Can’s ass clenched around him like a vice.

Can came first — long ropes across the mirror, moaning Theo’s name. Theo followed right after, burying himself deep and filling him with hot pleasure while both of them shook.

When they finally calmed down, Can turned around, still breathing hard, and laughed.

“The shorts and tank are on the house this time, but next time…”

Theo laughed, kissed him on the neck and said,

“Deal. See you soon, Can.”

“Don’t make me wait too long, handsome.”

Theo stepped out into the sunlight with a smile on his face, new shorts in his hand, and that warm, satisfied feeling still pulsing in his cock.

Heavy Metal was waiting.

And that dark-skinned bodybuilder from the ad?

Theo already knew today was going to be a lot of fun.

While Theo was having fun with Can in Velvet Illusions, everything was quiet back at the beach house.

Jimmy had finished cleaning Theo’s bedroom. The bed was made, the floor vacuumed, the bathroom sparkling. The last thing he did was open the closet and put away the clean clothes.

On the floor lay Theo’s pink speedo briefs from yesterday — the tight, sporty ones he had worn at the beach. They were still slightly damp from sweat and seawater, carrying that unmistakable masculine scent that no detergent could fully wash away.

Jimmy froze. His hand trembled as he picked them up. He stared at them for a long moment, then pressed them to his nose and took a deep, greedy breath.

“Mmm… fuck, Theo…” he whispered softly, almost fearfully.

The smell was strong — salty sweat mixed with Theo’s natural male scent, a little cock, a little ass, pure testosterone. Jimmy’s eyes fluttered shut. With one hand he held the speedos against his face, while the other quickly unbuttoned his pants.

His old but still thick cock sprang out, already rock hard. He started stroking it slowly, long strokes, pressing the speedos to his nose and mouth.

“That’s it… that’s how you smell, boss…” he moaned quietly. “Every day you walk around naked in front of me… and I have to pretend I’m not looking…”

He sped up his hand. His fingers slid over the thick vein, thumb rubbing over the leaking head. With his other hand he spread the speedos open and pressed the inside directly to his mouth, licking the exact spot where Theo’s cock had been yesterday.

“Ahhh… your cock… your ass…”

His legs were shaking. He leaned back against the closet and started jerking faster, harder, the wet sounds filling the room. In his head he saw Theo’s muscular body, fiery red hair, ocean-blue eyes, that thick cock swinging in front of his face every morning.

“I want to lick you… I want you to let me suck you… just once…”

His whole body tensed. He pressed the speedos even harder against his face and came — long, thick ropes of warm pleasure spilling onto the floor and over his hand. He groaned quietly, his entire body shaking from the intense orgasm.

When he finally finished, he held the speedos against his face for a few more seconds, inhaling the last traces of the scent. Then he sighed, cleaned himself up, hid every trace, and put the speedos back exactly where they had been.

No one would ever know.

AUTHOR’S NOTES:

Can is the owner of a boutique in Muscular City. It’s a traditional family business. Even though Muscular City is extremely modern, he has kept the exact same look and aesthetic of his shop as it was when his grandfather was still running it.

Can is a name of Turkish origin, so you can pronounce it as “Jan” in English.

As for Jimmy — I thought it would be interesting to include him because he’s constantly around Theo. However, Theo doesn’t see him the same way Jimmy sees Theo… even though Jimmy hides it very well. More about Yimmy and Alex in the next chapter. Also there will be new characters included - Oliver (30) and Arthur (31). Luv ya

END OF CHAPTER

CHRONICLES OF MUSCULAR CITY CHAPTER #2 IS OUT NOW ON MY PATREON