Date: Fri, 26 May 2006 18:56:59 -0400 From: Ring Master Subject: Godsend chapter 4 Disclaimers: This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to real people are coincidental. If you are under the legal age in your area to read erotic literature, please stop reading this and go somewhere age appropriate. If you are offended by homosexual material, please stop reading this and go somewhere your bigoted little mind can handle. If you're looking for pure sex and plot/character development only get in your way, this story is definitely not for you. The rest of you, please enjoy chapter four of this tale. Author's note: any liberties taken with any religions of the past or present were taken to make an interesting story, not to spout my own beliefs, nor to start any new religions for Tom Cruise to join. If you're in a sci-fi and fantasy section of a gay erotic story website, my guess would be that you're open minded and intelligent enough to accept and realize that it's just a fictional story and not the real world. Note 2: On the other hand, there are those of you who want to flame me for not being accurate with my information. Guess what? I don't care. I'm making this all up, so it doesn't matter if it doesn't conform to all of the ancient texts you have read. Open your mind to a fictional universe where the rules are different and have some fun. ----------------------- Godsend Chapter 4: Revelations I looked around the room. The second hand of the clock had stopped moving. The guys were stopped in mid-motion, as was Kelly. I tapped her on the arm, but she didn't respond. In fact, she was as hard as a rock. Not only that, but she was still clutching my left arm, so I couldn't get away. "Help!" I yelled, hoping to find someone who could hear me. "Please, someone. I'm trapped." "Yes, you are," said a deep male voice behind me. I could hear someone moving around at the top of the basement stairs. I tried turning around, but the person was beyond my line of sight. "You can't see me and you won't be able to," the voice said. "Can you get me out of here?" I asked. "I am able to," said the man, "but I will not. When time resumes, you will be freed." "I didn't freeze it, did I." "Correct, Stefanos. I froze time. It was necessary to stop you from ruining your fate." I had a fate? I couldn't really believe it. "You sure you have the right guy?" I asked. There was loud booming laughter. "Yes, Stefanos. You have already touched upon your power. It is the power to make men love and lust for one another. This power will save the human race." "Wait," I said, my voice dropping in disbelief. "You're telling me I'm making the guys act this way?" There was no response. "Can I stop it?" "Yes, you can stop it," the voice told me. "Just as your ability began their lust, your ability can end it. I will show you where it lies within yourself. Close your eyes." I closed my eyes and felt a fluttering feeling, just under my stomach. It felt like I had a switch I could turn on and off, and that it was in the `on' position. "That is where your control lies," the voice added. "How did I get this power?" I asked. "Who am I? What am I?" "I will not answer that," the voice said. "Your blood knows the truth when your flesh loses its way." "What does that mean?" I asked. There was no response again. "Please, don't leave me!" I called out. "What are you talking about," Kelly said at my side, making me feel like I was going to leap out of my skin. I broke free of her grip and ran up the stairs, but there was no one there. "Something happened to you, didn't it?" she asked. "Time froze," I told her. "Someone was here, talking to me." "And they said...?" "He. He told me that I was the one making things happen. He showed me how to turn it on and...oh, dear god!" I ran back down to the lower level to find Mike completely undressed with Jacob dry humping him from behind and James sucking on Mike's dick. I closed my eyes and felt for the area in my lower abdomen, hoping to find it again without help. With a sigh of relief, I felt the slight tingle and quickly turned the switch to `off'. Jacob jumped back immediately and James dropped to the floor, stunned. Mike looked down at James, confused. "It's over," I told them. "I stopped it." Mike chuckled. "Then start it again," he said. "The little faggot needs to finish." James switched from stunned to furious in an instant. He leapt to his feet and threw a punch at Mike, who merely grabbed the smaller boy's fist in his hand. "Let it go, Mike," Jacob said. "James didn't have control of his actions. What do you mean, you stopped it, Stefan?" "I mean I figured out what was happening and I made it stop," I told him. "What was it," he asked. I was hoping he wouldn't, but I knew it was coming. "I didn't know I was doing it," I admitted. "When I realized where it was coming from in me, I felt it and turned it off. Now that I know where it is and how it works, I can keep it from being triggered accidentally." Jacob looked at me strangely. "But now you could do it on purpose," he said. "Gross, James," I said quickly, turning up my nose. "Why would I want to? I don't wanna see that stuff any more than you wanna do it." "It's a great weapon," Mike said. "I know how to scare people by making them think I'll hurt `em. You can control them and make them do things they don't wanna do. I like that." "Pull your pants up, Mike," Jacob told him. "I don't like it," James said suddenly. "I don't like it at all. I want to be in control of what I do." I had a strange feeling when I looked at James. He was different than the other two somehow. "James," I said. "There's something...odd. When you spoke, I felt a weird vibe from you. It doesn't quite match up with everyone else. Is there some strange physical disorder we don't know about?" "No," he said, raising the pitch his voice at the end of the word like it was a question. "I can't think of anything. But now you have me worried. If you have these freaky powers, maybe you can see something I don't. Do you think I should see a doctor?" "I don't know," I told him softly. "I really don't know. Maybe I'm the one who needs to see a doctor." "And tell them you can make guys queer for each other?" Jacob asked. "You'd go right to a research lab." "Hey Stef," Kelly said at my side, "could you try something for me?" "What?" "Could you see if you can only hit one of them and not have it affect the other two?" "No," I said quickly, resentment at the very thought tainting voice. "And they don't want me to either." "I'll do it," Mike said. "I wanna know the answer, too." "No, Mike," I told him. "I'm not going to..." My voice trailed off. Mike was standing at full height, anger in his face. He started walking toward me and I knew he was about to kick my ass. There was only one way to stop him. I reached down, finding the trigger quickly, and flipped it. Mike smiled and, to my eyes, started glowing. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" he asked. Reaching over with reflexes faster than someone of his size should have, he grabbed James by the shoulder and pulled him up to a deep kiss. James was dangling from Mike's grip, his legs kicking. He wanted to be let out. "Let it take James," Kelly whispered to me, her hand touching my arm. "Kelly!" I said, but I did as she asked anyway. The glow covered James and he stopped kicking. His lips returned the pressure that Mike was applying. His hands groped Mike's chest. I knew what was next for Kelly. I released James again, letting the glow slip away. His eyes popped open and his hands started pushing away, but it was futile against Mike's grip. I quickly let the glow leave Mike as well. The kiss didn't end. "The power's over, Mike," I said. "Stop messing with him." He put James down and started laughing. "You know me already." James backed away from Mike, mumbling, "Jackass." I gripped the bridge of my nose between my thumb and index finger, closing my eyes. "Guys, Kelly, this is all really overwhelming to me. I think I need to go home and sleep it off. You want a ride home, Kelly, or are you staying?" Kelly smiled at me in a way I had never seen before. It was sly and knowing. "I'll be fine here. You go home and rest." I shrugged my shoulders and walked out to my car. *** "Stefan, before you go to your room, could you come in here?" my mother called from her parlor. "I'm really tired, mom," I replied. "Can it wait a while?" "No, Stefanos, it cannot," she said. Not only did she use my whole name, but her voice had dropped and expanded to fill the room. It was uncanny when she did that, but it made me listen every time. I walked in to find a completely different room than I had seen last time. This time there were bouquets of balloons everywhere, taking up more space than the flowers had. "You in here somewhere, mom?" There was a light laugh. At least she was in a good mood. "I cleared a place on the couch for you. Have a seat." As I did what she said, she came into view. She was the same woman I always knew, but there was something...off. She came closer, and her presence grew, filling the space until it started to choke me inside. "You are coming into your powers," she stated. My mother knew. I had the ability to make guys do gay things and my mother knew. "I...I'm sorry mom," I said. It was the only thing I could think of. She smiled down at me, and it was like I was bathing in joy. Nothing in the world could upset me at that moment. "I understand your fear of this power, Stefanos. Do not fear it, and do not apologize for it. It is the reason you were conceived." I took a moment to process this new tidbit. I had this power on purpose? "Why would anyone want this kind of power?" I asked. "It's not right." "In whose eyes?" she asked simply. "The world's eyes," I said. "God's eyes." A look of pity crossed her face. All of her slightest expressions shone like beacons and had a tremendous emotional impact. With the pity, I felt tiny, like I was the biggest homophobic prick on the planet. "The world's eyes are clouded my selfishness and fear," she told me. "As to the one you call God, He is all knowing, all powerful, and none of our major decisions are made without either His approval, or His command. Your creation was His decree." "What...am I?" I asked, afraid to know. "You are a god," my mother said. "You are an immortal being with great power to use on behalf of mankind. All of us," she added, dropping all illusion of humanity and showing herself as a glowing and perfect being of pure beauty, "are gods." "But you just said that God..." "I said the being you know as God. He is so much more than we are. He is the beginning and the end of the universe. He created us all to do the mundane godlike chores, so he could focus on making all of creation function as it should." "You're middle management," I stated. "More or less," she mused with a bit of a giggle. "What do you control?" I asked. "You don't already know?" she replied. "I thought it was pretty obvious with my job and looks and all. I control love." "Like Aphrodite and Venus?" I asked? "No, not LIKE them. Those were two of my names in the past." Once again today, I was floored. My mom was Aphrodite? Something clicked in my head. "So you were chosen to be my mother because gay love and lust is a subset of love in general?" "Very good," she said. "Now, I need you to stay seated for this next part. You may not...no, you definitely won't be happy about it." I braced myself for something bad, but what she said was not what I expected. "Your father, Horace, is the god known as Hephaestus. I love him, and he is my husband for eternity. However, personal feelings do not play a part in the affairs of gods, especially not in creating them." "He's not my real dad," I concluded, my voice far off. I just knew that was her final destination. And, while I wasn't pleased about it, it didn't surprise me either. I was a mythology buff. I knew that, once a decision was made, it was carried out fully and completely. "No," she said softly, filling her voice with love and compassion, "he is not. But he is the one who raised you, and he is the one who cares for you. Your birth father was chosen for those traits that would modify my gifts within you and make them unique to yourself. Beyond that, he is no one but a story to you. He asked if he would be a part of your life, and he was told not to make contact or to interfere by Zeus himself." I knew Zeus' name would pop in sooner or later. "Who is my birth father?" "Ganymede, honey," she told me. "The cupbearer?" "He's more of a secretary now that Zeus isn't throwing lavish banquets every few hours any more." "But he was just a kid," I said. "First," my mother told me, "is that kids grow up, especially those who are born human. Secondly, he was a teenager when Zeus took him as a lover, not a child, and Ganymede was already quite secure with what he was before he even met Zeus. Zeus never changed Ganymede's nature, nor did he take anything that wasn't willingly given up. Ganymede liked men, and Zeus was more than willing to give him what he wanted. Turns out Ganymede was too good and Zeus couldn't let him go. Unlike Zeus' other affairs, Hera was actually amused, and she's the one who gave Ganymede the ambrosia. She has a nasty streak, and the opportunity to parade around the fact that Zeus enjoyed sex with Ganymede so much that he kidnapped the boy...well it was too fun for her to resist. Turns out Ganymede was good at his job and fit in well, so everything worked out." After everything I had learned, finding out that my father, who turned out to be the god of the forge, wasn't my real father, and that the man who provided the sperm was a lesser god known for being gay...none of that bothered or surprised me. "So, are Angie and Hektor not my siblings either?" I asked. "Not exactly, but that's too complicated for now," she said. "Why don't you rest with the information you have and we can talk more after you've had a chance to digest all of this?" "Sure, mom," I said, feeling odd calling this creature, this Goddess, `mom'. "But can you tell me: what is this fate of mine? Why does the world need me now?" "I cannot tell you that," she said. "It is forbidden. I can only tell you that massive changes are coming, and that you are the one who can bring mankind out alive." "Alright," I said. It was all I could think of at that moment. I made guys go gay and I would save the world. I decided, at that moment, that it was time for bed. ----------------- Questions? Comments? Feed me Pocky? Email me (Joe) at academygm@hotmail.com