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LAST TIME ON THE RAINBOW PATRIOT: Our hero was abducted by the Flaming Adolescents of Germany, a totalitarian regime that strived for the world filled with only the biggest and bulkiest men. After being persuaded to join their cause and later being double-crossed by his deal with the organization's leader, he discovered his true potential and achieved the ability to fly. With F.A.G. now defunct, the champion of gay freedom looks forward to the future into the modern age.

It was the 1980s, forty years after the Flaming Adolescents of Germany have been dismantled. The technology was progressing at a speed faster than anyone has ever seen. Radios became televisions, playing shows and movies that you would normally see in theaters. Obviously, the medium was heavily gay-centered. The shows for children and preteens were not as explicit with the sexuality as more mature programming, but the homoerotic superhero shows of that time were akin to soft porn. Naturally, the Rainbow Patriot in animated form was the star in one of them. Vehicles changed in design and architecture; having faster engines and equipped with airbags for safety. Video games were at an infant stage in the 80s; nothing but flashing dots and a series of electronic beeps of every frequency. As technology grew modern, so did Gaytropolis. Citizens were growing less conservative in clothing; men typically wore either thongs, speedos, or jockstraps for their everyday attire. The tall skyscrapers that once looked like just really tall rectangles were renovated into more complex shapes with tapered tops and domes as architects honed their skills over the years.

But one day, the Rainbow Patriot was going on vacation; taking a trip to the one place that he actually never visited since his birth. The continent/country of Australia never had a visit from the gay champion, but it was clear that the place already embraced man's nature to fuck another. He was invited to a gay rodeo to not only be an honored guest but to challenge the owner of the rodeo in a competition, a crocodile named Steven. The Rainbow Patriot wore cowboy boots, a hat, and chaps in addition to his rainbow attire. He looked at himself in the mirror to make sure everything was on right. The chaps hugged his thick thighs tightly, but he could get used to it.

"Ready for your challenge, mate?" Steven said as he approached the bald eagle from behind and groped his waist tenderly with his claws.

The Rainbow Patriot shivered from pleasure from those gentle claws. "As I'll ever be."

"Right then. I'll see you in the pit." He said and sneaked in a peck on his cheek before strutting away.

The eagle saw the crocodile's backside through the mirror. He had a pretty average top, but very wide hips. Those jeans he wore looked like they were going to rip trying to contain those thick legs and big butt. Crocodiles were known to being pretty voluptuous, even male ones. He loved muscles more than anything, but he would not pass up on such a curvy bod on a guy. Soon, the announcer was at the center of a pit surrounded by wooden benches where the audience sat. He announced the rodeo champion and the gay champion respectfully as the crowd cheered for both, but mostly for their native hero. The challenge was a hogtying competition, where they had to bind one another like a hog to win. The Rainbow Patriot was able to get in some practice of swinging the rope but was not sure how he was going to win. Steven flicked the rim of his hat up and smirked.

"Oh, and by the way; none of your flying. If you're a real hero, you can win under any condition." He postulated.

"Fine by me. I don't need to fly to win." The eagle countered.

The referee rang a large cowbell to start the match. The Rainbow Patriot and Steven took their rope and spun their lasso above themselves. They sidestepped as they waited for the other to make a move. Tired of waiting, the eagle made the first move; flinging his lasso at the crocodile as hard as he could. He felt confident in his throw only to see that it reached inches from Steven's boots. He looked up with a smirk.

"Is that all you got?"

"What happened? I threw that with all my might!" He yelled.

"It takes more than brute strength to throw a lasso; it requires technique and speed, like so." He said before demonstrating his point.

When Steven flung his lasso, it darted straight at him at incredible speed. The Rainbow Patriot was able to avoid it in a split-second by arching his back as the lasso flew over his head. The eagle took the opportunity to counter by rushing toward him and preparing a second attempt. Steven squatted down as his jeans stretched audibly before springing into the air. He shot himself high and flew over the eagle's head.

"That's some jump!" He exclaimed.

Steven landed on his feet and then launched his lasso once more. The Rainbow Patriot maneuvered to the side and avoided the rope again before throwing his own for a second attempt. He managed to get that lasso around the crocodile's wrist and tightened the grip; pulling him close. His feathery biceps bulged with each tug.

"Ha! I got you now!" The eagle said.

Steven grunted as he tried to resist, but could not match the bird's strength. He quickly started to bite on the rope with his sharp teeth. The rope deteriorated as he munched away. He soon broke free from the lasso to the Rainbow Patriot's surprise and immediately gave one last shot of his lasso. It tightened around the eagle's thick neck and tugged him forward as hard as he could. The big bird gasped as the rope tugged hard on his neck. Steven forced the Rainbow Patriot down onto his knees, but he gripped the rope and tugged it down as well; forcing the crocodile to face-plant onto the moist dirt. The eagle quickly pinned him down on his back and grinned.

"It's over, you can't escape from me now." He smirked.

"It's not over...til I say it is!" Steven retorted before placing his boots onto the eagle's huge bulge. Then with one mighty thrust of his thick legs, the eagle flew over him and hit the ground on his back. Steven quickly got up and tied his arms and legs while the bird was still a little dazed.

And just like that, Steven successfully hogtied the Rainbow Patriot and the cowbell rang to signal the end of the match. The crowd applauded and cheered; chanting his name. After waving to his fans, he took out a switchblade knife and cut the rope; freeing the Rainbow Patriot.

"You put up a great fight, mate. No hard feelings, right?"

The eagle got up and rubbed the bulge in his crotch and smiled a little. "Yeah, I can take a loss. Though watch my good stuff next time, okay?"

"Dually noted. Now, remember our deal, birdy; since I won, you're my toy to play with for the night." Steven snickered as he groped the eagle's bulge; feeling those hefty balls under the fabric.

The Rainbow Patriot gasped and squirmed a little from the pleasure. "Heh, that seems to be a running theme for me."

Later that night, the Rainbow Patriot was staying at Steven's place. It was a hut in a village in the middle of the outback. He preferred to live in a quiet place and not in the bustling cities like Sidney. He normally had only one full-size bed, but he had to get more makeshift beds to accommodate the large bird sleeping there. The Rainbow Patriot, wearing nothing except his mask, laid there on his back while Steven saddled on top of him thrusting his large crocodile dong into his beak. The eagle's face was trapped between thick green scaley thighs that looked like canyons from his perspective. Steven huffed and moaned as he face-fucked the bird; feeling him take his cock so professionally. The Rainbow Patriot pleasured him like a pro; after having experience of blowing other men for thousands of years. He moaned into his croc cock; running his thick bird tongue all over it and teasing the head and urethra.

"Fuck, mate...your beak is too good!" He moaned and quickly pulled out before being pushed over the edge of orgasm. His cock pulsed in the eagle's face.

"Aww, I don't get a taste?" The Rainbow Patriot whined.

"I told you that you're my toy and will do as I please. You'll get a taste if you do one thing for me," Steven smirked before turning himself around with his backside facing the eagle.

The Rainbow Patriot went bug-eyed and cooed with delight. The crocodile's bare ass was big, plump, and bubbly. The sexy sight made his golden cock almost immediately stand tall and proud.

Steven's eyes beamed as he saw how glorious his cock was. "Crikey, this golden pecker is a fair dinkum. You weren't kidding. It looks like gold but feels like any other cock. How much is this worth?"

"A million US dollars. Though I don't know what the conversion rate is for here." He explained.

"A million smackeroos?!" He exclaimed. "And you let anyone have their way with it?"

"The UGA government views it as too valuable to just be used by anyone. And boy, does everyone want a piece of it. Since I'm not in my country right now and I trust you well enough, you can have as much of it as you want." He winked.

Steven eyed back at the cock with longing and licked his sharp teeth with a mischievous grin. Saliva leaked from his mouth. "Don't mind if I do." Without hesitation, he wrapped his croc maw around the entire golden cock with ease.

The Rainbow Patriot grunted from the intense shot of pleasure coursing through his body. Steven was giving him a run for his money on blowing dicks. But all he could see was that big green ass blocking his view of the blowjob. The eagle locked his buff feathery arms around the thick thighs and dipped his head into the deep crevice of the croc's rump. He found the entrance inside and worked his skilled tongue around and in the entrance.

Steven moaned onto the eagle's golden cock; feeling that bird tongue worm in his insides made his cheeks flush red through those scales. The Rainbow Patriot's cock also tasted nothing like he ever had before. He realized that it had more than just ascetic appeal.

The Rainbow Patriot unlocked his arms to grope and squeeze those twin bubbly cheeks. His fingers sunk in with each squeeze and he gently slapped each one; making them jiggle and wobble against his head. Steven's ass was so fun to play with for him.

But suddenly, Steven sat down on the eagle's face; smothering him hard with his ass. He felt the Rainbow Patriot muffling into his ass, causing his anus to vibrate and making the crocodile shiver in pleasure. He rubbed the bird's legs to calm him down and then hefted his bulky thighs up so that he could continue to suck him off while face-sitting. As he took that cock into the hilt once more, his huge feathered cum-factories rested on Steven's snout, making him sniff his intoxicating musk. Blowing the eagle in that position also gave his hands easy access to that taught feathered ass. He groped and squeezed like the Rainbow Patriot was doing for him, but soon let a curious claw to venture into that golden rectum.

The Rainbow Patriot's muffled moans grew louder once he was penetrated. Steven was working him good and was getting close to an orgasm. With a muffled scream, the eagle gushed his miracle juices into his mouth. Steven felt the warm gooey fluids running down his throat and uttered a satisfied groan in response. He gulped multiple times of the stuff until his orgasm faded after ten pulsing throbs of that cock. Steven pulled it out and let the eagle's legs flop onto the bed. The crocodile looked down at his aching cock and jerked it feeling the need for release. He raised his big ass off of the Rainbow Patriot's face before shoving his green cock all the way into his beak again. This time the bird was getting a beak full of croc cum. The Rainbow Patriot contently swallowed all of his seed.

"Yes, that's a good birdy", Steven said as he put a hand behind his head like he was nursing him.

He soon pulled his cock out and it flopped onto the groove between the eagle's pecs. The Rainbow Patriot licked his beak clean of any remaining seed as Steven got off of him and laid down next to him.

"You may not be good at hogtying, but you're better in bed than any guy I've ever fucked." Steven complimented.

"Heh, yeah. You're not so bad yourself. You managed to make me exhausted." He said with a big yawn.

Steven yawned back, his maw gaping wide showing off all of his sharp teeth. "Same here. Do you really have to go back to the UGA tomorrow?"

"Yeah, there's been a recent amount of gay-related crimes there and they need their hero. Don't worry, I'll be sure to come back the next time I'm free." He said as he pulled Steven close.

Steven snuggled close; resting his head against his chest using one of his pecs as a pillow. "Goodnight, mate." He said softly before closing his eyes.

"Goodnight, Steven." The eagle replied before following suit.

The Rainbow Patriot quickly slumbered into dream land. In his dream, he was back in his old house years after America won the war against the British empire. It was a hot Summer day; hottest on record. The men outside were hard at work and sweating buckets. The eagle was inside trying to cool down. He was completely nude, having his rainbow attire hung fearing that all the sweat would ruin it. He was eyeing the big men exhausted as they worked non-stop. One male took his clothes off and threw them onto the ground in a dampened mess. The bird was feeling so hot and sweaty that it gave him an erection. And the constant smell of his hot musk kept his boner from going soft. He was beating off his golden cock when someone came in.

"I'm home, Benjamin", a masculine voice announced.

When the Rainbow Patriot turned, his cock throbbed at such a wonderful sight. It was Mustang, wearing his captain uniform, dampened with sweat. And he had a massive bulge in his pants the size of a prize-winning pumpkin at a county fair. With each step, an audible rip was heard as the bulge threatened to break free from the tight confines of his pants. The Rainbow Patriot immediately pounced on him and cuddled his bulge. As soon as he did, the stallion grew hard. The pants ripped louder until Mustang's gigantic cock sprung up and towered over the both of them. The tip almost touched the ceiling and spurted thick globs of pre. And his medicine ball-sized nuts overlapped his legs. The eagle gazed with intense awe and quickly hugged around the thick girth with his buff arms.

The towering behemoth of flesh pulsed and spilled big globs of pre like a fountain all over the room and splattering the wooden ceiling above. His gigantic balls churned as it was preparing to unleash cum equivalent to a Yellowstone geyser, but less scalding and gooier. "Uhhhhh...fuck..." Mustang moaned, "I can't cum...I'll flood the whole town..."

"But Mustang, I can't help it!" The eagle whined and rapidly jerked him off with the tight hug of the thick shaft. "Besides, the town needs a cum shower. How else are we going to cool down from this hot weather?"

Mustang felt his orgasm building, which was so strong that it made him yelp. His balls and cock rumbled as it was close to erupting. The Rainbow Patriot had his eyes closed trying all that he could to beat off his hyper-phallic stud. He could hear the deafening whinnies of Mustang and the sounds of rushing liquid as loud as a waterfall. But he wasn't feeling anything wet raining down upon him. He was beginning to feel concerned until he opened his eyes to see that he was in a white void. He was all alone and he didn't feel hot or musky. It was almost like what just happened never happened at all.

"What the hell! That was all fake? Who's messing with me?" The eagle yelled clutching his fists.

"It was I, son." Said an ominous voice.

The Rainbow Patriot quickly turned around and saw that it was his father Horus, but basking in a bright golden aura. It was so bright that it was hard to see what he really looked like, but while squinting, he could make out the outline of his body, which was indeed ripped. "Father? Why are you so bright?"

"As only a demi-god, for the time being, you have the eyes of a mortal. As such, any mortal eyes who gaze upon my true form will die from being overwhelmed by the sight of something so perfect. I can, however, shapeshift into a mortal being temporarily."

"Oh! Well then...do you think you can shape shift into...say...Mustang? The guy I was just dreaming about before I was taken away from a potentially blissful cum flood." The Rainbow Patriot asked.

"If that is what you wish..." Horus replied before bursting into a white ball of light. The light was taking shape into a stallion. The light then faded and Horus took the form of the naked figure of Mustang.

The Rainbow Patriot hummed at the sight and eyed him down. "Now if you could just enlarge your cock, that would be great." He said with a cheeky grin.

"I did not come here to fulfill your erotic desires," Horus said with a stern face. "I came to warn you; I sense a great danger on the horizon."

"Really? What is it?" The eagle asked with genuine curiosity.

"I'm not entirely sure. The danger dwells in a place so evil that it's hard to pinpoint what it specifically is. The only thing I know is that it will require your help."

"Of course, Father. Your will is mine to obey. What do I need to do?"

"I would like you to return to Egypt. You must venture into my tomb and retrieve some sacred treasures that dwell within. Then you must give each of these treasures to those that are worthy. The worthy will then aid you for the upcoming perils that lie ahead."

"I understand, Father. I shall go there at once." He said before bowing to him.

"Good," Horus replied and then approached him before hugging him a warm embrace. "You have my absolute trust. Goodbye for now."

He suddenly began to fade out and the Rainbow Patriot saw the void turning pitch black. Everything grew silent until he slowly opened his eyes. He was back in Steven's room. It was morning, but the sun was not visible yet on the horizon. "Steven, wake up." He said.

Steven's snoring was abrupt by the eagle waking him and yawned loudly. "What is it, birdy?" He groaned as he was still only half-awake.

The Rainbow Patriot got out of bed and put on his rainbow thong. He could simply tell Steven that it was UGA business or that he just had to do something, but he felt he could trust him enough with the information. "My father came to me in a dream. He said I have to go to Egypt to find some treasures."

Steven suddenly became wide awake hearing the news. "Egypt?! Treasures?!" He exclaimed before falling off the bed with a thud. He quickly got up with gleaming eyes. "That sounds like an adventure! Can I tag along?"

"I don't know..." He puzzled. "It could be dangerous for a mortal like you. My father probably made it so that only I could get in."

"Pfft, no worries, mate." Steven scoffed. "I can tackle anything in my way with my awesome lasso skills."

The Rainbow Patriot would enjoy some company and figured Steven could help him out finding and venturing the tomb. "Alright. But I'm not taking you back until we've completed the mission. Am I clear?"

"As clear as the azure sky of deepest Summer," Steven assured and took his rope. "Off to adventure!"

Later, it was the middle of the day. The Rainbow Patriot was flying over the vast desert of Egypt with Steven on his back holding on as they flew. Steven awed at the landscape; sand dunes far as the eye can see with a few pyramids within peripheral view. Steven soon began to sneeze and sniffle. "Ugh, the air is so dry, it's messing with my sinuses." He groaned holding his snout.

"You said you wanted to come, so no complaining." The Rainbow Patriot argued." You'll feel better when we get inside."

They found Horus' tomb at a remote area of the desert, far from civilization. Being ancient, it obviously has seen better days as cracks and broken pieces of rock decorated the tomb. It also had a giant eagle head sitting at the top. In the front was a naked eagle statue. When the Rainbow Patriot landed in front of it and Steven hopped off of him, they could see ancient text carved next to the statue. To Steven, it looked like a bunch of symbols, but to the Rainbow Patriot, he could read like it was written in English. It was a riddle that read, "It comes in a lot of different sizes. Sometimes, it drips a little. If you blow it, it feels really good."

"Oh, well that's easy." The Rainbow Patriot said and eyed the statue's penis. But as he was about to grasp on the stone shaft, he was stopped by Steven.

"Wait! That's too easy. If that were true, literally anyone would be able to get inside. It has to be something that's not as obvious."

They both pondered on what the answer could be while Steven tried to ignore is sinuses acting up. But he then realized what the answer was and grasped the beak of the eagle statue. He poked into both nose holes and heard a clicking noise. The wall and the statue connected to it opened, revealing a passage. "It's the nose! Think about it: Noses come in different sizes, they drip a little when they're runny, and when you blow them..." Steven took out a tissue and blew his nose. "...it feels really good."

"Wow, I'm glad I brought you with me. I wonder what would've happened if I chose wrong."

"Here's your answer," Steven said as he showed the eagle a contraption behind the door. "If you had grabbed the penis and turned it, it would've lit this torch and dropped it into this spice jar, which would cause an explosion and blow the dick up along with any hand that grabbed it. But you can't die, right?"

"Conventionally, no, but I can still lose body parts; I could've lost my good jerking hand. In any case, let's head inside."

The Rainbow Patriot and Steven went into the tomb and saw that the whole place was empty. The only thing there was a sarcophagus. The cover had a golden eagle head with its beak open that had a hole to put something in. It also had more ancient text on it. When read, it was clearer than the last one. "As God of Egypt, I can only drink liquid from a fountain adorned with gold that's purer than water, as gooey as honey, and stronger than wine." It said.

"This sounds more up your alley, birdy," Steven said.

"Yeah. I got this." He replied before pulling down his thong and bending over the eagle head, lowering his golden cock into the opening of the sarcophagus where the eagle's beak was. As he got most of it in, the beak suddenly clamped down onto it; securing the Rainbow Patriot. The eagle yipped and tried to pull out, but he was trapped. But he felt pleasured when he tried to pull out and slowly thrust his hips up and down on it. "Fuck...that feels good...Do you want my fountain adorned with gold, Father? I'll...mmfff...give it to you..." Thinking about face-fucking his godly father sent waves of pleasure through his whole body. He imagined seeing him taking in all of his cum for the god that he was. The simulation of topping his father quickly pushed him over the edge and moaned loudly. "Ahhh...take it all, Father!" His cock spewed his wonderful juices into the sarcophagus. He made sure that he spurted every last drop that he could give. He soon collapsed onto the sarcophagus and panted.

Meanwhile, Steven was growing hard from what he watched and blushed as it was poking out from the hem of his jeans. "So um...did it work?" He asked rubbing his erection under the fabric.

They suddenly heard a rumbling noise from inside the sarcophagus followed by a loud splash. The Rainbow Patriot lifted the cover off to reveal a stairway covered in the eagle's cum. "The sarcophagus is actually a secret passage." He stated, then climbed into the sarcophagus with Steven following him.

They traveled down a long dark stairway. It was pitch black and they couldn't see anything. Steven held onto the Rainbow Patriot's waist tightly so that he didn't lose him.

"This is unnerving. For all we know, we could be walking into another trap." Steven feared.

"Just stay close. I'll protect you." The eagle assured.

Soon the Rainbow Patriot could see a faint light further down. As they got closer and closer to it, they entered into a room with walls covered in gold. The brightly lit torches reflected off the walls, giving the room a warm ambient glow. There were two pedestals at each wall, each pedestal holding a sacred treasure: An ancient version of Newton's cradle, an ankh, a small crystal pyramid, and a vial of mysterious liquid. At the other end of the room was a table with more sacred treasures: a rainbow fan, a ruby dildo, diamond anal beads, and a sapphire cock ring. The Rainbow Patriot got a closer look of those treasures and cautiously picked up the rainbow fan. As he held it, he admired the craftsmanship and the beautiful feathers that made up the seven colors. He assumed that the fan was meant for him. He suddenly heard a faint gulping noise and turned to see Steven drinking the mysterious vial of liquid.

"Steven!" He yelled before rushing over to take the vial away from him. "What the hell were you thinking?"

"I'm sorry. I wanted to see what would happen. It can't possibly be a trap if you're the only one that can access this room."

"But we don't even know what it does!" The eagle shouted.

"Calm down, birdy. I don't think it did anything; I don't feel anything weird going on. I think it's so old that it diluted into nothing." Steven stated.

"I finally found you, Rainbow Patriot." Said a sudden voice.

The Rainbow Patriot and Steven turned to see a buff raven at the entrance of the room. He wore a thong and mask with Germany's colors as well as a German military hat. The eagle gasped and gawked in fear. "Ah! No, not Bruno! You can't be alive!"

The mysterious bird chuckled. "No, I'm not Bruno, but it's very funny you would assume that I am. I happen to look a lot like him in his peak years and I'm very proud of saying that. For you see, gay American birdbrain, I am an offspring of Bruno. My name is Augustus Schwule."

"WHAT?!" They both screamed.

"I can't believe it! Bruno never told me he had a son!" The Rainbow Patriot exclaimed.

"He would have if you didn't kill him, murderer!" Augustus yelled.

"What? Augustus, I'm sorry to say this to you, but your father was an evil bird. He exploited gayness for his own selfish endeavors!"

"LIES! All of it! He was going to make the world a better place!" Augustus retorted and began to explain his reasons. "I only got to see my father once when I was but a baby hatchling. And when I was in school, I heard the news that the leader of Germany was killed and that the Flaming Adolescents of Germany became defunct. My mother told me all about how great my father was and that I should do whatever it takes to revive it. She would always tell me that until she had to go away into hiding for fear of being arrested for aiding my father. But in order to bring F.A.G. back to life, I have to destroy you first. So from that point on, I trained myself for all those years. My training got more intense as each year past; I wanted to be as close to perfection as possible." The raven flexed his huge muscles to emphasize his point. "But I figured the only way I could kill you was to understand you. I hired an informant in the United Gays of America to get information about you and your whereabouts. And here we are. I couldn't have picked a perfect place to get rid of you once and for all."

"You may know a lot about me, but I have thousands of years of experience. That's something you can never hope to achieve." The Rainbow Patriot countered.

Augustus smirked and put on a pair of leather glove. He casually walked toward the ankh and picked it up. "Do you know what this does?"

The eagle and Steven shook their heads.

"I studied on Ancient Egyptian culture. From what I read, this is supposed to allow men to exceed beyond what they're capable of. It can be a blessing, but also a curse. It would be a huge shame if anything bad happened to it."

Augustus swung his arm and threw the ankh up in the air. The Rainbow Patriot gasped and rushed toward it. He extended his arms forward and caught the ankh before it hit the ground. He sighed of relief until the ankh started glowing. He felt a surge of power coursing through his veins. In an instant, his muscles swelled to twice their size. The eagle gasped seeing his herculean body becoming even greater. The round bulge in his thong also swelled, growing so much that his thong began to rip. His feathered rump plumped up; the floss of his thong now hiding deeper in the crevice. His entire body grew fast. He finally snapped out of the high from the power and dropped the ankh. It thankfully didn't break when it hit the ground. The Rainbow Patriot was now an obscenely hulking mass of muscles. His arms were so muscular that he could barely move them. He tried to get up, but he couldn't move his massively ripped legs. He was stuck on the ground and could hardly see anything past the twin mounds of feathers on his chest.

Augustus laughed at the Rainbow Patriot's misfortune. "Now you're just a helpless muscle freak."

Steven growled at the raven and launched his lasso at him; catching him by the arm. "You'll pay for what you did to my birdy!" He swore.

Augustus tugged on the rope with all his might, launching the crocodile toward him before having his face impact the raven's hard fist. Steven fell onto the ground groaning from the pain of his snout.

"Stupid alligator." He insulted.

"I'm a crocodile! Big difference!" Steven yelled in pain.

"Whatever! Now for phase 2." Augustus said before walking over to the Newton cradle. He lifted the silver ball from one end of the row and let it go. As soon as the ball hit the row of other balls, the clashing sound sent a supernatural wave of sensation through all three of their bodies.

Augustus and Steven grew hard in an instant. Augustus large erection stretching the fabric of his thong and grunting softly as he was pent up. Steven's erection poked out of the hem of his jeans and leaked pre onto his stomach and navel. The Rainbow Patriot's erection took slightly more time than the others, but it grew into a giant pulsing tower of flesh and then erupted cum from the tip. The eagle moan loudly as the excessive volumes of cum pooled around the hyper bird. The velocity of the cum blasting from the tip was strong enough to form a crack on the ceiling. After a few hard shots at the ceiling, the whole room began to rumble and quake. Pieces of the ceiling fell from above.

Augustus simply grinned at the bird's predicament. "If your own cum doesn't drown you, then this room will collapse on top of you and keep you in here for an eternity. I'll make sure that this place is sealed off so that no one will be able to find you. Then no one will get in my way of ushering a new era for F.A.G. Auf Wiedersehen, Rainbow bird, and Aussie croc."

As he dashed out of the room, Steven got back up; his body covered in the bird's thick cum.

"Steveeeen! I can't...stop...cummiiiiing!" The Rainbow Patriot moaned out.

The cum level was up to Steven's voluptuous hips. He had an inkling of an idea and was not sure if it would work, but it was better than none at all. He waddled over to the vial of mysterious liquid, trying to ignore his throbbing erection as the newton cradled continuously hit the balls in the rhythmic beat. As he got to the vial he had to stop and moan before blowing his own load into the rising pool of cum; hunching over and lightly humping the air. As soon as his orgasm ended and regained focus, he grabbed the vial and waddled over to the Rainbow Patriot. "I have a feeling this is what the liquid is meant for." He said before pouring the liquid into the opened beak.

Meanwhile, Augustus was outside of the tomb closing the entrance as a few men wearing remnants of the F.A.G. uniforms were behind him holding explosives.

"Put the explosives at every spot around the tomb. I want this place to be unrecognizable." Augustus ordered.

The men planted the explosive against the walls of every side of the tomb. When they gave the signal to Augustus, he pushed the detonator switch down and bombs exploded. The tomb easily crumbled apart and collapsed. All that was left was a pile of rubble.

Augustus pulled out a cigar literally from his ass for a celebratory smoke and one of the men held a lighter in front of his face to light it. The raven gave a few puffs and held it in his beak while grinning. "At least he gets to swim in his own cum, the lucky bastard. Now I shall rebuild my father's legacy and continue where he left off."

Suddenly, something burst from the rubble and shot up in the air; it was the Rainbow Patriot whose body returned to normal with Steven holding on to him. Augustus dropped his jaw in shock and dropped his cigar. "HOW IN THE ACTUAL FUCK?!" He screamed.

As they landed onto the sand, the ragtag F.A.G. soldiers held their machine guns and fired at them. The Rainbow Patriot protected Steven from the bullets as they hit his body and ricocheted off of it. While he couldn't die from being shot, it hurt like a bitch. He tried deflecting the bullets away with his fan, but as he swung it, an intense gust of the wind emitted from the fan and picked up sand before launching it at the soldiers. Some of them got sand in their eyes and in their mouths. As the eagle saw what kind of power this fan was capable of, he gave a cocky smirk.

"RAINBOW CYCLONE!" He shouted and with one strong swing of his arm, he whipped up a windy vortex creating a sand tornado. It picked up the men, their weapons, and their vehicles and flung them far away into the distance. Augustus gave up and attempted to retreat and Steven was about to use his rope on him, but the Rainbow Patriot gestured him to try one more time with it. With a thrust of his arm, the lasso launched so fast that it caught up to Augustus and got his foot, tripping him over. As he fell onto the sand, the eagle quickly hogtied him at no time flat.

"Awesome job, birdy! You got the technique down!" Steven lauded.

Augustus was on his stomach with his big muscular ass raised from being hogtied. His face flushed red from looking so vulnerable. "How?? How did you revert from being a freakish pile of muscles??" He whined.

Steven stood in front of him as the raven looked up and saw the empty vial. "This had a liquid that apparently nullifies all magical effects from the tomb's treasures. Looks like you forgot to research THIS!" He said before throwing the vial at his face; shattering the glass into pieces.

The Rainbow Patriot was behind the raven getting a good view of his rump. He kneeled down and groped it; squeezing those soft and taught feathered buns. "Mmm...you sure have a nice ass like your daddy."

"STOP THAT!" Augustus screamed; his face flushing a deeper shade of red. He then sighed in defeat and buried his face in the sand from feeling humiliated. "If you're going to fuck me, just get it over with."

"I don't think so." The Rainbow Patriot replied. "You don't deserve to get fucked by the gay champion. My golden cock is only for the loyal and honest. Only the cocks of hardened criminals are worthy of penetrating you."

Much later, in the United Gays of America, Augustus was detained at a federal correctional facility in the county's capital. He was in an interrogation room bound to cuffs made out of reinforced steel, making it impossible for even the strongest to break and he had his attire removed; revealing his face. Two wolves wearing aviators, speedo-suspenders, and ties were keeping an eye on him and sipping some water. They were softly talking to each other about Augustus.

"Do you think this guy could lift a thousand pounds?"

"Nah, that's too easy; he's got to be pushing a ton at least. I bet he could lift a car."

"I guess when he drives in the middle of nowhere and his car broke down, he can just pick it up and take it to the nearest shop."

"Mmhm, indeed."

"Mmhm, yeah."

As they took another sip of their water when the Rainbow Patriot and Steven entered the room. "You boys can leave now. We'll handle this." The eagle ordered as the wolves left the room.

Augustus turned his head away and huffed at them. "I'm not talking to you."

"Oh, you don't have to talk to me. There's someone that I would like for you to talk to." The eagle said before inviting the mysterious guest over. It was a buff Doberman who was in his 60s. He wore an unbuttoned flannel shirt, showing off his cobblestone abs and big pecs, and lederhosen. "Augustus, I would like you to meet Hansel. He used to be a member of F.A.G. back in the day.

Augustus suddenly grew interested in the Doberman after hearing that. Hansel smiled warmly to the raven. "Hallo, Augustus. I zink you und I need to have a heart-to-heart talk. You two can go, I can take care of it from here. Let's get acquainted." He said and placed a paw on the raven's thigh.

The Rainbow Patriot and Steven left the room and watched it unfold through the one-way window. Hansel casually talked to Augustus about his experiences in F.A.G. and how he reformed himself to being against the regime. He also showed Augustus the film reel of Bruno's message to the UGA President which included the part of the Rainbow Patriot bouncing on his cock in a cowgirl position, which was shown in almost every medium of entertainment. They both got hard from watching it and fucked each other in the room. It got so hot in there that the glass fogged up and could not see them; only hear the muffled moans and pleasured cries inside. They have been in there for a few hours until they finally came out of the room in a musky mess.

Hansel gave him a kiss on the cheek before leaving. "I'm glad we had zis talk. I hope we see each other often. Goodbye, for now, Augusts. Oh, and Herr Faggot, it's almost my birthday. I hope you have somezing good to give me." He waved off before strutting out.

The Rainbow Patriot and Augustus eyed the canine's rippling backside and musky rump. "Wow, he's an old dog, and yet still looks so hot." The raven admitted nonchalantly.

"A meaty diet and plenty of exercise; that's the secret." The eagle responded.

Augustus looked at the Rainbow Patriot and apologized. "Rainbow...I'm sorry for everything. I had no idea about the horrible things my father has done. I thought he just wanted to make the world a perfect utopia for gay lust, but I didn't know it was at the expense of people's lives. Can you find it in your heart to forgive me? Could you maybe give me a full pardon?"

"Of course I forgive you. But I can't fully pardon you for your crimes; I have no power over the laws of this great nation. Overriding the rules makes me a dictator and I would never want to be that, especially after meeting your father. I can, however, request the court to reduce your sentence."

"If that's the best you can do, then I'll take it. I'm okay with serving my time as long as you can help me out however you can." Augustus conceded. "Listen, when I do get out, I am going to revive F.A.G., but not as a totalitarian regime. I'm going to make it a humanitarian organization that helps people and not oppress."

"That's wonderful!" The Rainbow Patriot acclaimed. "I'll be happy to help you with it and promote it to the world. Now before you start serving your time, I would like to invite you to Hansel's birthday party this weekend. I'm sure he would be pleased to have you there for more fun."

"Yeah, I would love that." The raven said with a smile.

"This party's going to be bloody ripper!" Exclaimed Steven. "I can show off some awesome rope tricks."

And so the Rainbow Patriot stopped a potential rival of Bruno's dictatorship by reforming his misguided son and has a bright future going for him. With the mystical rainbow fan in his arsenal, he was ready to take on whatever was going to come his way. But the hero still had to figure out the mystery of the other sacred treasures. The ruby dildo, diamond anal beads, and the sapphire cock ring are to be given to those who are worthy. He would have to search for these worthy individuals whoever may be. For now, he was ready to enjoy his time with his past friend Hansel, his present friend Steven, and his future friend Augustus.

"At least now I can fuck someone who looks like Bruno without feeling guilty." The Rainbow Patriot chuckled.

NEXT TIME ON THE RAINBOW PATRIOT: Our hero finds a mysterious human washed up and unconscious on the beach. He may seem unappealing on the outside, but there's something inside of him begging to break free. He appears to be cursed. Who is he and where is he from? And could he be one of the worthies the eagle is looking for? Find out in Chapter 5: Lusts Ablaze.