Date: Sun, 28 Jan 2001 01:07:07 -0500 From: Frank McCormick Subject: The Abduction The following is a homoerotic version of a Greek myth and is intended for an adult audience. All standard disclaimers and warnings apply. Enjoy! "The Abduction" By Frank I, Ganymede, also known as Aquarius the Waterbearer, Cupbearer to the Olympian gods, lay in my gauzy bed drowsily admiring the ceiling of my Olympian rooms. The surface was painted with scenes of manly beauty and copulation. It was most... stimulating. I had participated in countless acts of man-on-man sex since my arrival on Olympus, but the simple fresco on my ceiling never ceased to somehow arouse me. It seemed an eternity since I had been brought to this place, given immortality, become the main boy-lover of Zeus (and many other gods and heroes as well). In one sense it probably WAS an eternity. The planes on which the pantheons of the various human religions dwelt were very different from terrestrial Earth. Time flowed differently here. Yet still I remember that day, so long ago, when I was taken from my mortal life and brought to this abode of the immortal. It was a bright, sunny day, I remember, a glorious example of late spring. The trees were green, the flowers in bloom, and the animals at frolic all came together to create a picture of perfect bucolic splendor. By no means in the mood to be shut up all day in my father's palace in Troy, I had slipped out alone into the country. Happily, I walked and took in the warmth of the sun and the fresh air. There was this place I often visited, the bare top of a hill, where one could easily see the walls of Troy and even the shores of the distant sea. I lay down on the hilltop and lounged as the arrows of Helios rained down on me. My dark, full hair, my smooth white skin, and my lean, taut frame were on display in all their glory. Little did I know at the time that that very beauty, always much admired in Troy, had caught the attention of an august personage. With a slow, naughty smile, I pulled my chiton above my hips, revealing my pretty pink cock and balls. I was already hard. I was a horny little daemon, requiring "milking" several times a day just to keep from embarrassing myself in public. This beautiful, private place was perfect for just such a "chore." Slowly, I began to pull at my organ, massaging it to full hardness. Legs spread, I fondled my balls with one hand and my shaft with the other. Eventually, my other hand drifted downwards to my pink, eager opening. With a sigh, I thrust my finger inside myself, filling my pouting orifice. I squirmed and wreathed as I brought my own body to pleasure. With a long moan and a cry of pleasure, I climaxed and let loose a stream of liquid passion. A moment later, I lay in post-coital bliss, lazily licking my fingers clean of my own cream. Suddenly, a dark shadow passed over me. I sprang up, afraid. Hovering above me was a giant eagle! Stumblingly, I tried to get away. The monstrous eagle was having none of that, however. With a raptor's shriek, the eagle dove and grasped me in its talons. I was suspended high in the air before I knew it. I froze, afraid to struggle lest the great bird release me and send me tumbling to my death. With breathtaking speed, the bird headed west. Land, then waves, and then land again, sped beneath us in a blur. I do not know how long this took, I was so distracted with fright. I stole quick glances down at gleaming cities and settled lands, but had no clue of where we were passing over or what our final destination could possibly be. We quickly came to a mountainous area. Higher and higher we climbed, headed straight for one particularly huge mound. Near the summit, I suddenly felt a strange tingling sensation. It lasted only briefly and when I came to my senses again, before me was a gleaming city. Rich palaces, lush gardens, great fountains, all covered in gold and silver and jewels spread out on the summit of the mountain. The eagle dove. With a thud, it released me in a courtyard of the one of the palaces. Gratefully, I embraced the solid ground. With a beating of its mighty wings, the eagle launched itself back into the air. I watched it soar up and disappear from sight. "Ah," I suddenly heard from a booming voice, "here you are!" There then stood in front of me a magnificent example of manhood. Incredibly tall and muscular, with sky-colored eyes, golden hair, and a beautiful curly beard that tumbled like a waterfall down onto his chest, he was the epitome of purely masculine beauty. Clad in only the flimsiest and most revealing of tunics, it was also evident that his manhood was just as impressive. "Welcome, my beautiful boy," he said to me, "be welcomed by Zeus to Olympus!" At that point, I later learned, I fainted. A natural reaction when confronted by a god, not to mention the mightiest of them, no? It certainly amused Zeus to no end later. The next thing I remember was awakening in a huge bed of cushions and silk. Blinking, it took me several moments to recall what had transpired and realize that, no, it had NOT been just a strange dream. Paralyzed with uncertainty, I lay still on the bed. It was then that I noticed my lack of clothing. My comely body lay fully revealed. The door of the chamber opened and in walked the same figure as in the courtyard. It was Zeus, King of the Gods, Lord of Olympus, I now knew. I felt faint all over again! A good-natured smile decorated his face. "Awake at last, sweetling? Good." Softly, he padded to the bed and sat beside me. His smile broadened as he took in the sight of my naked form. I felt a thrill of pleasure at this. I felt gratified that such a powerful being would take notice of a lowly one such as myself. "My lord Zeus," I began, "why have I been brought here? Have I offended the gods in some way? Am I to be doomed to some horrible punishment?" Zeus exploded in laughter. It required a full minute before he was able to control his hysterics and reply, "Oh, no, nothing of the kind, sweetling! You have been brought to Olympus because you PLEASE me! You please me very much! "I have watched you in all of your beauty," he continued, now leaning closer to my body. I could feel his hot breath play upon my skin. "Such comeliness never ceases to AROUSE the interest of Olympus. Today, as I watched you play upon that hill, I knew I had to have you, to bring you to Olympus and make you my own!" With this, he leaned in more and touched his divine lips to mine. It was if I was heated metal, melting into the arms of this mightiest of gods. My body reacted instantly in favor of the contact. I eagerly accepted his tongue into my mouth for uncounted minutes. At last, he broke the kiss and said, "Oh, my boy, you taste as heavenly as ambrosia! You shall be my most favorite of playmates, I can tell!" He then began to gently kiss his way down my body. Down the neck, my chest, and belly he went. My sighs and gasps created a symphony of joy. When he engulfed my young spear in his mouth, I almost entered Hades from pure ecstasy. I gripped his golden curls as he suctioned at my tender morsel. "Oh, lord Zeus," I cried, "yes, yes, yes!!!" With much contusion and exclamation, I climaxed. My mortal seed spewed forth into the waiting mouth of the god. Satisfied at having suckled me dry, Zeus' head rose painted with a smile as he breathed, "Exquisite as Hyperborean wine!" He shifted so that he now lay beside me. "Now, my precious," he said caressing my cheek, "it is time for you to reciprocate." Nervously, I glanced down. His omnipotent weapon was at full protrusion. It was unbelievably perfect and dauntingly huge. Well, WELL over a foot of thick flesh jutted out, awaiting my attentions. "It's all right, sweetling," Zeus soothed, "you can do it, I know you can." With a gulp of fear, I positioned myself eye to eye with his one-headed Hydra. Seeing no other avenue that would make this daunting task any less difficult, I launched myself on it. It was an amazing sensation! My mouth felt unimaginably full and complete in an odd sort of way. My jaws hurt from opening so wide, but even that slight discomfort felt good somehow. With gusto, I applied myself to imitating the superlative performance Zeus had played upon my own organ just prior. Of course, I was unskilled and unpracticed. I could as of yet take relatively little of that most prodigious pole into my mouth and had faint knowledge of how give pleasure through the use of my tongue. However, I followed my instincts and did the best I possibly could. Lord Zeus seemed to enjoy it. He grunted and groaned and whispered words of encouragement and direction. Finally, he succumbed to the inevitable and let loose his godly liquid. A flood of delicious juice burst into my mouth. "Drink it, my boy, drink it," Zeus commanded. I complied as best I could, but much of the honey eluded my uneducated mouth and ran out of my lips and down my chin. The liquid that managed to make its way down my gullet tingled and burned. As the divine vintage permeated my body, the sensation spread. It was pain and pleasure mixed together, buffeting me in waves. I shook and trembled with the painful delight. I rose off of Zeus' organ and lay down. I was insensate for an indeterminate period. Finally, the tingling stopped. A feeling of good health and energy suffused me. I became of Zeus beside me. "You have tasted of the nectar of the gods, sweetling," he said to me. "Your mortality has been burned away. Now you are one of us!" Then the King of the Gods invaginated me in his arms. I snuggled close and dozed, exhausted from the first of many sexual misadventures I would experience.