“There is no need to hide here.”
“Why am I naked? And who were those creatures in the—”
“One thing at a time. I think I should tell you right away, Adonis, we did not bring you here to study us.” Those brilliant eyes looked directly at him, “It’s time for you to know.”
“Know what?”
She stepped down from her platform. “We don’t wish to share our society with the world. They wouldn’t understand. They’d try to change it. Poseidon created Atlantis out of love for Cleito the First. We are all her descendents here, as you are his.”
“His?” Adonis blinked.
“Yes. It is why you were being studied so closely.”
He laughed slightly.
Those fierce eyes turned to him again. “You mock me.”
“No,” he shook his head. “I—”
“You are exceptionally beautiful. Do you think that beauty is an accident?” She was standing right in front of him now.
“I…” he began.
“Follow me,” she said. “They are waiting for you.”
It was just like in his dream. He followed her down a hazy corridor where nothing seemed solid. “Are we in the water?”
“We are surrounded by water,” she replied, not slowing her pace.
“Are we on the other side of the ocean?”
“The underside, yes.”
“Then I was right. I…”
She turned now and looked at him. “You didn’t figure this out alone, Adonis.”
He shivered, turning the corner, the floor waving beneath his feet. He felt dizzy and he was beginning to feel cold. “Am I your prisoner?”
No answer.
Then abruptly he was being lifted, flying through the air, only to feel himself caught again, arms and legs out straight as he lie suspended in the air.
“He is here,” she said. “I will leave you now.”
His body lowered near the ground. He struggled again. Then he saw a face smiling down softly at him. His hair was a mess of golden curls hanging to his shoulders. The eyes were as blue and fierce as the woman’s. He gasped. A name materialised in his head, but he couldn’t say it. He felt himself tremble all over. Tears accumulated in his eyes.
His voice was deep with the quality of silk. “My desire for you is overwhelming to me, but I must share you with the others if we are to go back. But, please before they come, let me kiss you.”
Adonis closed his eyes as honey lips pressed against his. His mouth opened. He felt his tongue play along his teeth. He moaned softly in his throat as the soft lips pulled away. Then his head was pulled back. He felt the round solid shape of a cock ease into his mouth. He was trying to think. He was trying to sort out the things that were happening. Nothing made sense, and as rough tongues and callous, rubbery feeling hands invaded every inch of him, his mind envisioned a whirlwind and in the whirlwind were many images of people and gods. His body shook with orgasm as he felt himself hurled down under the ocean. Atlantis was moving.
His eyes opened. The sky was blue over him. He was no longer surrounded by water. He was lying on a velvet day bed in an open structure surrounded by great white columns and statues. He sat up and lowered his long legs over the day bed and onto the floor as a woman entered, her head bowed. Adonis looked at her.
“My lord,” she said, “I have had the slaves bring grapes and wine for your refreshment.”
“I thank you,” he heard himself say.
“I can’t tell you how grateful I am that you have agreed to spend you free time with us here on Atlantis. I hope that Aphrodite will not bring her wrath down upon us for this.”
“Zeus will calm her. I understand there is some urgency.”
She gazed at him. “It is true what they say. You are the most beautiful man. I understand why Aphrodite and Persephone fought over you.”
He smiled softly. “You are too gracious. What can I do for you?”
“It is my son, Atlas. He is to be crowned the first king of Atlantis, but he is not worthy. I’m afraid his father Poseidon, will be very angry. I am a mere mortal woman and I—”
“You are a mortal worthy of a god’s love,” he corrected. “And remember, I am half mortal myself.”
She gave him a grateful smile. “Can you take my son under your tutelage? Can you teach him how to be a good ruler?”
“I will do my best, Madam,” Adonis bowed his dark head. “First, I shall partake of your hospitality and have some refreshments, then I shall see your son.”
“I should warn you, he will be resistant.”
He bowed his head, hiding a smile. Resistance didn’t worry him.
* * * *
When Adonis cracked the whip he had in his hand on the bed, just barely missing his foot, Atlas let out a yelp. “What in Hades!” he cried, scrambling off the bed and dragging the sheet with him to hide his nakedness.
He ran his eyes over him. “Good afternoon, Atlas. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Adonis. I’ve come to train you in your fated task. In order to rule, you must first learn how to be ruled. Thus, this begins your first lesson in obedience.”
Atlas allowed his gaze to run over the length of the man. “You are really…” He caught his breath, “Adonis.”
“I am,” he smiled. “Now, drop the sheet.”
“I will not,” he protested, nervously fingering his disarray of golden curls.
The smile disappeared from Adonis’s lips. He cracked the whip again, this time narrowly missing Atlas’s arm.
He did a step and dropped the sheet.
Adonis came closer. He ran his eyes over him scrupulously. He was slender and fair skinned but well shaped for a young man, with just the right muscle tone. “Turn around,” he barked.
“You can not treat me in this…” he was trembling. Tears threatened.
“Ah, my Atlas,” Adonis stepped up to him and took his chin roughly between his fingers, “you will need to be far tougher if you are to rule Atlantis.”
Atlas gave him a defiant look.
Those light blue eyes of his were sensational and for a second, Adonis felt hypnotised by them. He released his chin and moved slowly around him. He noticed the stiffening of Atlas’s cock. He smiled and ran his hand over the delectable swell of his ass. “Well,” Adonis whispered up against his ear, “let’s get started, shall we?”
“What…ah…what do I have t-to do?”
He licked his lips. “Get down on your knees, your head bowed and don’t move.”
Atlas swallowed and dropped to his knees.
“Say, yes my lord,” Adonis demanded.
“Yes, my lord,” he whispered.
“Louder!”
“Yes, my lord,” he repeated, looking up.
“You are not to look at me unless I tell you to.”
“Yes, my lord.”
Adonis left the room. He didn’t return for a long time. When he did, Atlas was still on his knees in the same place, naked. It had begun.
Adonis ordered the slaves to tether Atlas to a marble statue of a unicorn, which sat in the middle of a flowing fountain in the courtyard. Completely naked, he had been hoisted on the unicorn’s back, his legs lifted and tied to his wrists so that his genitals and anus were on display, his head lying on the unicorn’s sculptured mane.
Atlas didn’t make a sound but his eyes implored him as Adonis waded through the water to get closer to him. He inspected the ropes which bound him ankle to wrist, but didn’t look at him. After some pause, he ran a hand over Atlas’s already stiffened cock, lifted his ball sac and fondled it roughly, which earned a grunt. He bent down and dipped his fingers in the water of the fountain, then let the water trickle over his balls down to his open crack. Teasingly he ran his fingers over his anus, then slowly inserted a finger into his virgin ass.
Atlas gasped, squirming a little.
“Stay still,” Adonis warned him, manoeuvring his finger deeper up inside of him and reaching up to pinch his stiff nipple with the
other. He began to seriously tweak his nipple now, brutally tugging on it as his finger moved inside of him up to the knuckle.
Atlas fought to stay still.
He withdrew his finger and laved his tongue over Atlas’s quivering entrance. “You are so exposed. Shall I let the commoners in the courtyard play with you?”
“No, please,” he pleaded.
“I didn’t tell you to speak,” Adonis said, moving up to his chest. He applied his thumbs to both nipples, sensuously rubbing them.
Atlas groaned.
He reached down with one hand and handled his sex. “Nice and hard, ripe, leaking as well. Um. I will tell the slaves to open the courtyard to the public. First I will let them play with you, then your body is mine.” He reached down and pressed his lips to his. At first Atlas’s mouth remained stubbornly closed, then it began to open. He let his head go back and accepted more of Adonis’s tongue as it did a seductive dance with his. A deep wanton groan thundered from deep in his throat.
When the commoners strolled in, Adonis cried out. “Today, he is not your future king. He is a slave. You may handle him as you like, play with his body but no one is to give him relief.” He watched as the fascinated onlookers gradually moved in the direction of the fountain.
The commoners didn’t disappoint, at first hesitant, they gradually realised that Atlas’s body was theirs for the taking. They handled him as callously as they would a stable groom. They groped his cock, rolled his balls in their hands, discussed his exposed anus and had contests to see whose finger could go the deepest.
After several hours of allowing the crowd to play, Adonis ordered everyone gone. Atlas’s cock was swollen with lust. His head moved from side to side in a frenzy of sexual heat. Adonis slid his hand down over his chest and gripped his sex. He laved both hyper sensitive nipples with his tongue, then nodded. “You are ready for me.”
Slaves carried Atlas to his room. His hands were caught above his head and tied to a low hung beam. Adonis followed. He quickly took off his robe and let it slide to the floor. He could feel Atlas’s gaze on his naked body and he heard him moan deeply, his breathing becoming laboured as Adonis grew nearer. “See how hard I am. I wanted to fuck you so much. Your torture this afternoon became mine as I was forced to watch those callous hands play with your body.” He walked around behind him and moved his hard sex over the sweet swell of his ass.
Atlas ground back against him in shameless urgency. His head dropped back to lie against Adonis’s broad chest. “Yes, please, take me. Take me.”
He let his hands slide around him. He played with his nipples and moved his hand down to tease his dripping, swollen member.
Atlas bucked against him again. “Stop teasing me. God, you’re beautiful. Your cock is so hard, take me. Relieve your ache and mine. Please.”
Adonis called for the slave. “Bring me grease.”
A few seconds later, he moved his finger, replete with the lubricant, in and out of Atlas’s asshole. Atlas was screaming now. He swung his hips frantically to increase the movement of the finger. Adonis withdrew and unhooked his hands from the beam. He dragged Atlas over to the bed. “Get on your back. Let your head hang over the bed. It’s time to eat my cock,” Adonis told him. Eagerly, Atlas swallowed his cock. He pushed his organ deep into his mouth until it hit the back of Atlas’s throat. His face was so beautiful as Adonis fucked it that he lost control far earlier than he’d expected.
When he was hard again, he pulled him off the bed and made him get down on all fours. He spread Atlas’s ass cheeks with his hand. “What a fine receptacle for my cock,” he murmured fitting his cock head at his entrance. He wiggled a little which caused Atlas to cry out. Chuckling, he moved deeper and deeper inside of his ass, frantically fucking him as he yanked on those golden curls.
* * * *
That mysterious woman was suddenly in front of him, and there he was, naked, encased in that weird room where water flowed all around him. “Where…I…” He had completely slipped into another form of consciousness.
“You simply went back to the past,” she said softly. “Don’t you understand, Adonis? You were the reason Atlantis disappeared.”
“Me?”
“The legend says that Zeus, in collaboration with the gods, decided to sink Atlantis, but it wasn’t Zeus, it was Aphrodite.”
“Aphrodite?”
“She was so jealous that you chose to spend your time with Atlas, she sunk Atlantis into the ocean.”
The profound signification of those words washed over him. He was speechless.
“It’s the reason you’ve always been obsessed with finding Atlantis. But Atlantis is not to be found, my dear Adonis. It is lost for a reason.”
“What happened to Atlas?”
“You both died…together. Poseidon pleaded with Aphrodite to allow him to create an under the ocean haven for his precious Atlantis and she agreed, but only if she were allowed to kill Atlas. Adonis refused to return to Aphrodite. He insisted on staying at his lover’s side until the end. Adonis and Atlas were making love when Aphrodite shot an arrow through his heart.”
Tears streamed down Adonis’s face.
“You can go now and I don’t recommend you tell anyone about what happened here. No one will believe it…besides Atlas, has been waiting for you.”
His body began to float upward. “Atlas?” he mouthed. “Where?”
* * * *
Adonis woke up in the same place he was sitting before. The sun was shining. He stood up and wandered like a drunk back to his hotel room.
* * * *
When he finally awoke, he realised it was three days later. He wasn’t sure what to make of the latest dream he’d had, but he decided to forget all about Atlantis. He was ready to move on, do some other kind of research.
In the airport, he took out his ticket and handed it to the woman at the counter. “Yes,” she said, “your flight to Rome leaves in two hours.”
“Rome?” He blinked. “No, not Rome. I’m going home to the United States.”
“I’m sorry, Sir,” she said, showing him the ticket. “It’s written Rome on your ticket.”
Adonis stared at the ticket. Atlas has been waiting for you… He smiled. “Yes, of course. I’m going to Rome. What time did you say the flight left?”
Poseidon’s Passion
AP Miller
Hera slid her soft naked flesh up the length of Zeus’s strong sinewy body. But his mind wasn’t on the decadent beauty making attempts at seduction.
“What vexes thee?” Hera purred, running one finger across his lips, then up and down his finely chiseled features.
Zeus pushed his way past her. He stood on his feet walking toward the portal. Sweeping one hand across the water, he gazed in anger.
Hera, wrapped in a sheet, joined him at his side. “So this is why you have left my bed!”
He smirked, then ran a finger through the water scene in front of him.
“Mortals! Mortal women! I should have known.” Hera screamed and wanted to toss him from the sky, but thought better of it. She stood by and could do nothing.
Zeus ignored her then swept a large hand over the portal again and closed his eyes. “What shall I do? I sit here and watch day after day, while all the beauty below turns evil. Poseidon is the ruler, and the most stubborn of them all. No matter what I try, he fights me.”
Zeus glowered at the action below, with all the power he had, he vowed to put a stop to this.
* * * *
Poseidon gazed at the rich beauty of the mermaids swimming nearby and began to wonder why he just hadn’t chosen one of them as a mate. It was the green lush land above that lured him. The life of a mortal and what it would feel like, were his thoughts these days. Not even the gods above could prevent him from his task at hand. The golden goddess was chosen. Whether or not she wished to come was not her choice.
Poseidon had no other choice. If for no other reason, he had to protect her. The island, in the middle of the Atl
antic Ocean, was protected by a very powerful human race. Below the ocean was the city of the mer people.
The fate of his love weighed heavily upon him. Zeus was a threat, and as long as he was near, Cleito would never be safe. He glided through the shadow of the ocean floor. Back and forth, his trident in his hand ready to strike above the surface if necessary.
Cleito called to him from the island above. Poseidon obeyed, bursting through the water near where she stood.
“Something is wrong. I sensed it hence two days ago.”
He stroked her soft cheek and drew her near into his strong arms. “Don’t worry. I will protect you. But you must listen to me, trust me.”
The island of Atlantis with its lush green lands was filled with many trees and plants that bore an abundant amount of fruit, herbs and nuts. On top of the mountain stood a statue of the god Poseidon made of gold. Zeus was jealous of the attention his water brother was receiving. But what he didn’t realize was that it was in the way he ruled.
Poseidon was compassionate where Zeus was not. The people of Atlantis adored and idolized their water god while above, Zeus seethed with anger that rocked the heavens, releasing the heavy rains that were filled with loud clapping thunder and thick lightning. The mighty winds were equal to a Tsunami. The Atlanteans raced for cover inside the stronghold of the temple they had built for Poseidon.
Raising his trident high into the storm, Poseidon pushed the anger from the skies, bringing back the beautiful cerulean blue and lush green grasses once more.
Cleito searched Poseidon’s handsome face. Danger for the people was near. “Come with me,” she commanded of her lover.
Just beyond the cliffs of the peaked mountain was a remote area surrounded by a beautiful lake. Around the parameter of the lake, was a vast forest of trees enough to afford security. Nothing mattered here except that they were together. Here Poseidon was able to share his only true love without disdain.
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