Chapter 1
Heracles'
Childhood
After
such a difficult birth and two attempts to kill me as a baby, one
would think that I had a hectic or precarious childhood. That's not
true though. I had a fairly normal childhood... for a Prince and son
of a God.
My
stepfather taught me how to drive a chariot. Castor – mortal twin
brother of Pollux – taught me to fight with a sword. Autolycus –
son of Hermes and a notorious thief – taught me how to wrestle.
A
King by the name of Eurytus of Oechalia taught me the fine art of
archery... to his regret! But I'll tell you about that later. It's
not important at the moment.
What
is important is that I had a teacher named Linus who taught me
music. He was the son of Apollo and Calliope. I was just a little bit
too young at the time, but Linus made it clear that he was supposed
to mentor me in something else too...
See,
ever since Zeus fell in love with the young Prince Ganymede – whose
father was the second King of the, then, relatively newly founded
Troy – there has been a tradition that men would abduct boys of a
certain age – around 15 or so – and initiate them in the ways of
pleasure. Knowing that Linus was to have this honor – of being my
Erastês; lover – he
always treated me like his Erômenos;
beloved.
Those
two terms were used frequently, so I feel I should explain them a
bit. An Erastês was an
older man – often in his early 20's – that mentored a boy of
around 15 in so many things, including physical love. The boy –
Erômenos, which meant
beloved and could actually refer to anyone, male or female – would
not make the decision to enter into the relationship, but
rather his father made the decision. Once approved as suitable, the
Erastês would abduct the
boy for a initiation period. He was also required to give the boy
several customary gifts.
I
must admit that I did have feelings for my future lover, and often
wondered what it would be like – the day that he abducted me.
Sadly, one day as I practiced my lyre, he scolded me by hitting me on
the back of my head. In frustration, I hit him on the head with my
lyre, bashing in his skull and killing him instantly.
I
had no idea that he could be killed! I stared at him in shock and
horror! Slowly, what I had done sank in, and I began to throw a loud
and crazy tantrum.
Amphitryon
rushed to find out what had happened and found me grieving. The
authorities were called in and I was accused of murder, but I
explained that it was an accident. Perhaps because my father was the
King of the Gods, or perhaps it was because I was obviously sorry for
what I had done; either way, I was declared not guilty of murder.
Even
so, Amphitryon decided to send me away. My punishment was to tend
cattle on a lonely mountain near Thespiae. I felt this was a fitting
punishment and left without complaint.
Time
passed, and then – one day – I was visited by two Goddesses:
Aretê and Kakia. Aretê
was tall and a bit plain. She was dressed in all white and carried
herself primly. Kakia was shorter and a bit plump. She was dressed in
a way that made me blush! Kakia came up to me – I was probably 13
or 14 at the time and afflicted by the awkward passion of youth –
and she started stroking my body.
“My
dear boy, choose me and your life shall always be happy and easy.
Everywhere you go, people will just give you whatever you desire.”
She kissed me. “There shall be treasure.” She kissed me again.
“Pleasure,” she promised as she stroked my groin, causing me to
squirm in embarrassment. “Women and wine...” She kissed me yet
again, stroking my body even more. I had originally been sitting up,
but now I reclined, almost completely under her.
Aretê
shook her head. “Don't listen to her! If you choose my
path, you will have to work hard and suffer, yes, but...”
“But
what?” I wondered curiously, figuring that she had
to have something
that could compete against treasure... and a hand sending delicious
shocks through my groin into my entire body.
“There
will be glory and honor! The people will praise you, and the Gods
will welcome you as one of their own.”
I
sat up abruptly, interrupting another of Kakia's kisses and pushing
her away slightly. “Glory?”
I
daresay that I was probably too young still to fully understand each
of my choices. Kakia was basically offering me an endless amount of
money, wine, and sex; and Aretê was offering me hardship and toil so
that I could be a Hero of great honor. If I had known then what I
know now, would I have made the same choice?
I'd
like to think so!
Grinning
at Aretê, I made my decision. “I choose honor and glory!”
Kakia
pouted in disappointment before abandoning me in the pursuit of
someone more interesting. Aretê returned my grin – seeming a bit
relieved – and then gave me a single chaste kiss.
“Your
fate has been decided! Remember, though your life will be a hard one,
you'll be the greatest Hero who ever lived!”
*****
Shortly
after I turned 15, I received word that my twin brother Iphicles had
been married to a woman named Automedusa – daughter of Alcathous,
King of the city of Megara; which had been founded by his father
Megarus. It was a highly adventitious match that Alcathous insisted
on making official as soon it was mentioned, because he was a very
busy man. Thus, I wasn't able to be invited to the wedding before it
happened.
Almost
the moment I finished reading the letter – with a wistful sigh as I
wondered how long my punishment would last – I learned of a minor
tragedy. Thespius – King of Thespiae, where I was staying – had a
problem with a fearsome lion killing flocks of sheep at the foot of
Mount Cithaeron.
Perhaps
more than a bit overjoyed at having something to do, I set out on the
adventure that very moment. Despite being trained to wield all manner
of weapons, I had nothing to kill the lion with; so I used my bare
hands. Men in the service of King Thespius witnessed my heroism and
invited me to visit with Thespius.
Triumphant,
I eagerly agreed. King Thespius honored my bravery with a great
feast. As we ate, he went on and on about how impressed he was.
I
blushed a tiny bit, and tried to explain why he needn't fuss. “It's
only natural since I'm the son of Zeus. It was no big deal; I'm just
glad to be of service!”
Thespius
laughed incredulously. “No big deal! Why, if not for your bravery,
we might all have starved this winter! People might have gotten
killed!”
Suddenly,
Thespius slapped his knee in enlightenment. “I know! As a reward
for helping me, I'll let you spend a night with my daughters!”
Where
once I had shied away from an offer of sex, I now perked up. “A
night with your daughters?”
“Yes.
I have 50 daughters, all born – fairly close in age – to...” He
roared with laughter. “I forget how many women!”
He
beckoned me to come closer to him, and then put an arm around me when
I did. “Are you anything like your father – Almighty Zeus –
when it comes to women?”
I
shrugged. “I don't yet know.”
With
a mysterious chuckle, he patted me on the back. “Well then, I guess
it's about time to find out!”
Much
later on, I heard stories about this. Some say that the King kept me
as his guest for up to 50 nights to give me time to stroll through
the garden of his daughters. Some say that he had to dupe me by
saying that he was repeatedly sending me the same one, relying on the
dark of night to cover the fact that it was a different daughter each
night. Some say that I made love to them all in one night...
You
want to know the truth? I was the age considered ripe to learn about
sex and I had never had any before. When given the opportunity to
spend just one night with Thespius' 50 daughters, I took it!
They
were shy at first – it was their first time too, after all. I
looked around at all of them, noticing that they were all my age or
older. A slow smile spread across my lips as I made some quick
calculations.
I
had 12 hours before they would come to take me away. This meant that
if there was 48 of them, I could devote exactly 15 minutes to each of
them. That seemed like plenty of time to me!
“Listen
to me, girls,” Thespius demanded sternly. “I am rewarding this
young man with a night in your arms, so be sure to make it a
memorable one!”
An
astonished and somewhat excited whisper rippled through them as their
father left and locked the door.
“Finally!”
The oldest one gasped in praise as she threw her arms around me. “I
was beginning to think that I would be a virgin forever!”
The
rest all nodded and murmured in agreement. All except for one. She
backed herself into a corner and muttered: “I plan to stay a virgin
forever!”
I
shrugged. “I can respect that.”
That
was probably my last coherent thought for quite some time. The girl
in my arms kissed me, and the part of me that was definitely Zeus'
son emerged. I sent up a grateful prayer that I would know what to
do, and I did.
We
kissed each other hungrily as we tore the clothes off our bodies. For
the first one, all I could think about was burying myself deep inside
her. She accepted me with a relieved sigh, and then we both ground
our bodies together in a way that felt insanely good!
I
don't think I lasted the entire 15 minutes that I planned to devote
to her. To me, it felt like less than five minutes passed before I
was overcome with the need to fill her up. I groaned with pleasure.
Don't
think for one second that she was left out! I think Aphrodite or
maybe even Zeus himself was in the room there with me, because my
first lover was shuddering and crying out from her own climax.
Suddenly,
I was surrounded by naked girls! They pulled their eldest sister away
from me, and then vied for my attention. I kissed them as they
stroked my body and sucked on their nipples whenever I got the
chance.
One
pushed me onto my back unexpectedly so that she could mount me like I
was a horse. She rode me until she was crying out in ecstasy. My
mouth was occupied by her sisters; even so, I gripped her hips as I
filled her up. I'm pretty sure that I lasted a good 10 minutes with
her, but honestly, I wasn't paying any
attention to the clock!
The
third sister straddled me, and by now, I was familiar with the brief
sensation of breeching a maidenhead. I rolled her under me so that I
could pound into her. She gasped, her eyes wide in surprise at how
big I was compared to her tight virginal hole.
After
her, I buried myself inside the next sister. My lips, my hands, my
shaft, my entire
body was occupied making love to as many of the sisters as I could.
They all moaned and sighed in pleasure as one by one, I pumped them
full of my seed.
Well...
all except for one. As she said, she did not want any man, and –
true to my word – I did not force her to have sex with me. I'm not
entirely certain that I could
have by that point; I was exhausted!
A
mere 10 hours after I started, I utterly passed out! I think a few of
them tried to have fun with me again, and who knows? Maybe the part
of me that comes from Zeus complied. I have no idea. I really don't
think that even the hounds of Tartarus could have woken me at that
point!
When
Thespius came to get me, he had to have two of his men drag my
unconscious body to a guest bedroom to rest. His daughters were all
semi-unconscious too, except for the one. She explained that I had
indeed had sex with the rest of her sisters.
I'm
told that Thespius swore in incredulous awe and sacrificed the body
of the lion I had killed to my father in a prayer that all his
daughters would bear sons as strong and brave as I am.
Zeus
must have answered his request, because 10 months later, word reached
me that I was the father of 51 sons – two of the girls had had
twins! I didn't know whether to laugh or faint!
But
before that, I was wandering around all cocky and full of myself. And
Aretê said that my life would be full of hardship! If that's her
definition of hardship, she can send more my way anytime she wants!
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