Saturday, February 13, 2010

Lords of Atlantis II

Those Allured by the Call of the Sea

Fantasy equal: Merman

You are a quiet, introverted guy, known as the Lone Wolf by the handful of close friends you have. You mostly keep to yourself and only speak when spoken to. You are a true friend, always there when others need you and portray the role of the strong, silent type in your circle of friends.

You practice quite a few hobbies, especially ones involving water. So much so that you’ve bought a small, secluded cottage right at the third beach of Dana Bay. You absolutely love Dana Bay in the off season, but once vacationers invade this holiday town, you make a break for it and visit friends or family in some remote location. In the off season, the beach is your domain, and hardly anyone wishes to drive all the way to the third beach in winter when it’s so cold and windy and the first and second beaches are a shorter drive.

Every other morning, a while after breakfast, you pull on your favourite shorts and make your way barefoot down the stairs to the beach. You love the feeling of your feet sinking into the soft sand. You perform a few stretches and off you go for a jog alongside the beach. You’re in your element as the cool ocean breeze fills your chest and chills your warm body.

You stumble across what seems to be an amulet. It faintly gleams in the morning sun. It looks ancient and valuable. You guess the metal chain is of silver, which grasps a magnificent aquamarine jewel. You pick it up. It is icy to the touch. You place it around your neck as you have no pockets and off you sprint once more, quite chuffed by your find.

On your return you sprint into the ocean for your usual ultimate cool down. Once you’re deep enough you dive into the water and drift around as you regain your breath and soak in the salty water. After a minute or so you lunge forward into the water to return home. You realize something feels different... your legs feel different, constricted together, yet mobile. You sink into the water and bend at your waist. You are shocked at what you see... instead of a pair of legs you see a tail! It is a magnificent tail, glimmering and shimmering in various shades of pearly greens and blues. You gasp for air, unknowingly breathing in the ocean’s water and absorbing oxygen from it.

You finally regain your wits. Still peering at your tail, you wiggle it. You feel powerful muscles contracting in your tail as you power water to and fro whilst wiggling more vigorously. You suddenly realize you’ve been breathing in water all along. You can breathe under water! Now thinking this must be some amazing dream you decide you must make the best of the time you have available before you wake up. You are to explore what you could never explore before. You dive deeper in the water and propel yourself forward with great force.

You are spellbound by the waving shapes of colour the sunlight forms in the ever shifting waters of the ocean. You try to make your acquaintance with the surrounding creatures. They consider you a predator and speed away at the sight of you. Thinking you should rather not chase after them, you focus your admiration on jelly fish, the anemone that dance on the reef and crabs and other critters that scavenge about on the lookout for food.

You smile as you think how lifelike this dream is and hopefully you remember this dream for once when you wake up. You sense a faint vibration on the waves of the ocean. It’s hardly audible, but you can feel it in the fibre of your being. You’re reminded of the amulet you are wearing as you notice it almost pulling you in the direction of the deep ocean. It also starts to glow faintly for some reason. This dream gets more interesting by the minute! You wonder where it will lead you. Without hesitation you abide to the will of the amulet and swim to where it guides you. The amulet’s glow strengthens with every passing moment as you torpedo forward into darker territory.

In the distance you notice a flickering light. It grows brighter and larger as you slice your way through the cold water. What can it be? Soon a glowing coral reef reveals itself. You can almost compare the light it emits to daylight, so strong is it. Much to your astonishment you find the reef moulded into what seems to be buildings. There are arch ways, what seems to be windows and wait... what’s that? A person? You’ve spotted a merman! Someone like you now. And there are more of them! They notice you and suddenly several of them torpedo towards you at great speed. For the first time in your dream you are frightened. They come bearing smiles however, each one of them funnelling around you as they swim up, twisting their bodies around yours without touching you and finally halting above of you as they conclude what seems to be a greeting.

One of the merpeople swims a bit closer with his right hand forming a fist over his heart. He speaks...

“Welcome to Atlantis, friend. I am pleased to see the Heart of the Ocean has graced us with the presence of a worthy surfacer,” says the merman as he touches the amulet on your chest.

“...Okay, this dream is now getting a bit weird,” you think to yourself.

“We mean no harm,” says the merman. “You are our honoured guest and will be treated as such.”

“We can feel the tension in the water from the energy you emit”, the merman says. “You need not be alarmed. Come with me as I show you what the Heart of the Ocean has led you to. Maybe a tour will make you feel more at ease.”

You reluctantly swim alongside the merman as he guides you deeper into the majestic glowing city of Atlantis. He tells you that he is one of three princes of the merpeople; the youngest and is named Andruil. His eldest brother is heir to the throne, of which he is pleased, since he has no desire to rule his people. He seeks adventure and after exploring every far end of the ocean, he now wishes to explore the surface. No merman ever had the notion of leaving the city of Atlantis (apart from Ariel of legend), for it is beautiful and peaceful in Atlantis and for years now no one’s life has been threatened by sharks or giant squids who now have seem to have disappeared from this side of the ocean. Furthermore it is known from the legend of Ariel (the first mermaid to cross the veil of sea and land) that land is a place of danger and turmoil and no merman or mermaid should come close to that veil. Andruil says he has crossed the veil himself and has watched you as you go about alongside the beach. There’s nothing dangerous about the surface. Not from what he gathers. He says it seems quite peaceful.

You are told the Heart of the Ocean is a magical artefact that was borne by Ariel. She used its power to cross the veil. The amulet transformed her lower body into that of a surfacer. The effects were reversed once she returned to the ocean. This transformation is how your legs have been turned into a tail. The prince beseech you to play the role of an ambassador of sorts to convince the king and queen that the surface is not as perilous as they all believe it to be and is safe enough for exploration. The prince is to be a surveyor of sorts and should report his findings of the surface world to the king once he gathered enough information. It is but an excuse to explore the surface, for the prince knows the merpeople have no interest in the surface, other than the prince himself. He convinced his father, the king, however that it would make sense to explore the surface in case the merpeople ever need help.

Your dream has taken a strange turn; it’s as if your dream challenges you to face your fear of public speaking. You get enough of such torture during meetings at work. This is your dream however; you are in charge, so you have nothing to lose. You agree to help Andruil. He is thrilled by your agreement and is pleased that he has chosen the right surfacer to be his ambassador. He mentions the king and queen would like to meet him soon, as the whole city would know of your presence soon enough, but for the next few days you will be his guest, as he wants to hear all about the surface and will answer any questions you may have.

Andruil leads you to the city palace. It is a remarkable, majestic structure of glowing rock, decorated in an array of shiny pearls and shells. You are led straight to the tallest tower. Andruil claims it to be his bachelor pad.

“What do you think? Here you have a 360 degrees angle view of the city and it is secluded as well. No merman really wishes to swim this far up. It is remarkable that you managed to keep up with me. You have the spirit of a true Atlantean!” Andruil exclaims.

“It is surreal. I never would have thought one’s mind can dream up such fantasy and with such detail. It is remarkable,” you say.

“You think of Atlantis as a dream?” Andruil asks. “That’s a rather kind way to describe my home.”

You make yourself at home and creep out of your shell a bit more as you speak more to Andruil. His voice has a calming effect on you. This is when you start to take note of his features. He looks rather similar than you do. He also has a magnificent green and blue tail, has an athletic, defined torso and slender yet strong arms. His torso is mostly covered in skin, yet where a surfacer has hair covering his chest, armpits and pubes, you two have shimmering scales and little twirly thingies that look like small tufts of seaweed. Pubes... pubes!

“Where is my tool!” you exlaim.

Andruil bursts out with laughter. “You should still have it. Well, lets hope you do,” Andruil says giggling.

Andruil glides closer to you and touches the scale-covered bulge of where your blade and pommel gems used to be.

“You definitely have one; otherwise this part would have been as flat as a flounder, which it obviously is not. With some stimulation, your “tool”, as you refer to it, will expand and reveal itself...” says Andruil. “Just like that!”

The touch of the Prince of the Ocean stimulates you indeed. You are paralyzed from embarrassment as your altered blade slides out from underneath your pouch. It doesn’t look much like a man’s blade. It is longer and slender, a bit floppy, but should be firm enough, you guess. The tip of the blade is pointier as well.

“I sense it is I that caused you to be in this state. I apologize; I did not mean to do so. For the record, I quite like you in that way well,” Andruil says with a broad smile on his face.

You don’t know how to respond, stutter a bit and then decide to rather stay quiet. Soon after you think that it is a mere dream and maybe you should pursue a sexual act with your scaly friend here.

“Since we have this mutual attraction... would you mind showing me how to use my new tool?” you ask Andruil confidently.

“I thought you’d never ask!” he replies.

With that said Andruil embraces you and give you the wettest kiss you have ever received. You’re not sure if you taste the saltiness from his mouth, or the salty water all around you. The sensation is quite different and you don’t need to breath through your mouth! Your excited being breaths through the gills of your neck more vigorously.

Andruil presses his middle firmly against yours and entwines his tail around yours. His tool has slid out from his pouch and joins yours in its glory. The two of you start to rub off against each other, which works surprisingly well. The two of you continue this action whilst kissing and caressing each other. Soon enough you reach your climax, which sends a white cloud of nectar drifting up towards your faces. Andruil closes his eyes and breaths in your nectar, which sends him to his climatic state. His nectar soon follows the same path. He reopens his eyes and smiles at you.

So follows the arrival of the dreaded meeting with the parents. You wished then you would wake up, but that never happened. The meeting however went quite alright. Andruil’s family was just as friendly and kind-spirited as he is. They accepted you and Andruil’s proposal with open arms. Today the two of you are as happy as can be. You, the shy loner, now have an ‘Australian’ boyfriend with the extraordinary blue amulet always around his neck. You two have opened a surf/swimming/diving school where Andruil amazes your clients with his adeptness to aqua sports and great knowledge of the ocean. The adventure and Andruil was truly dream come true.

“In Greek mythology, mermen were often illustrated to have green seaweed-like hair, a beard, and a trident. In Irish mythology, mermen are described as extremely ugly creatures with pointed green teeth, pig-like eyes, green hair, and a red nose. In Finnish mythology, a merman (vetehinen) is often portrayed as a magical, powerful, handsome, bearded man with the tail of a fish. He can cure illnesses, lift curses and brew potions, but he can also cause unintended harm by becoming too curious about human life. The boto of the Amazon River regions is described according to local lore as taking the form of a human or merman, also known as encantado ("enchanted one" in Spanish) and with the habit of seducing human women and impregnating them. Chinese mermen were believed to only surface during storms or, in some cases, were believed to have the ability cause storms.

Much like sirens, mermen would sometimes sing to people and gods and enchant them, distracting them from their work and causing them to walk off the deck or run their ships aground. Other stories have them squeezing the life out of drowning men while attempting to rescue them. They are also said to take humans down to their underwater kingdoms.

The actions and behavior of mermen can vary wildly depending on the source and time period of the stories. They have been said to sink ships by summoning great storms, but also said to be wise teachers, according to earlier mythology. A merman, like a mermaid, attracts humans with singing and tones.”

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Fathers of Time II

Those who have Seen Man’s Rise and Fall

Fantasy equal: Odin

Sometimes you stumble upon an image of a more mature man. You think he looks good for a guy with a beard/moustache and some grey patches of hair here and there. This is when you’re reminded of your childhood, when you think back of your friend’s dad or a teacher at school whose appearances were kind to your hungry eyes.

A couple of memories flash through your mind:

You think back of the couple of days you spent in hospital after you crashed whilst racing on your mountain bike. You knocked your head and had some bruises and scratches, nothing worthy of staying in the hospital, to your reckoning. You are rather thankful you have though, thanks to the stranger you shared your room with.

You were all alone in your hospital room watching television at eleven the first night. You were watching a Jean-Claude van Damme movie when you noticed from the corner of your eye someone walking passed your door. A moment later he returned, leaning against the doorframe and watched the movie along with you for several minutes without saying a word. The movie stopped playing for a series of irritating adverts. You made eye contact during this time and the middle-aged stranger spoke, “Oh, don’t mind me. I’m sharing a room with an old man who is continuously asleep. I don’t want to wake him by turning on our TV.”

“If it’s okay with the nurses, you’re welcome to stay here and watch the movie. You seem to be a fan Jean-Claude,” you said.

“I do enjoy a good action movie now and again. Thanks for the offer, I’ll take it!” said the stranger.

You watched him as he walked passed. He was an attractive man with short, grey hair, a well kept beard and rather tall with an athletic build. His butt was exposed from the untied patient garment (those flimsy ones you to at the back) he was wearing and from what you could see; he let his body hair grow naturally, including the ones that grew up towards his butt crack. You quite enjoyed the quick glimpse of him and were looking forward to when he leaves again.

He laid himself down on the bed next to yours. From quick discussions during ad breaks, you learned his name was Johan, a cattle farmer on the outskirts of town. He was submitted to hospital from exhaustion and dehydration, from working too hard, he admitted. He was doing fine, but the doctors said they wanted to keep him another day or two for observation. He said they’re only keeping him there to make more money off of him.

You noticed he was one of those people who lived themselves into a movie. He reacted to what he saw on the movie by changing facial expressions and making sudden movements with his body, like cringing when Jean-Claude dealt a bloody high kick. His attention was fixed on the TV, which gave you chance to survey his physique.

You remember how your attention moved from his massive feet, across his tree trunk legs to the bulge at his crotch. He folded his one leg over the other, which raised his blade and pommel gems. You could make out its shape since the garment the patients wore was rather thin. His blade laid extended over the lower part of stomach. You pinched your escalating blade between your legs for things were becoming rather hot in your hospital room. It is at this moment that a nurse entered the room. She gave you such a fright, that your blade was released from its vice, which sent it flopping upwards, making your woody totally visible beneath the sheet you had drawn across your body. Thankfully the nurse did not notice this. Your friend, however, did. He smiled at you and distracted the nurse so you could recover.

“Nurse, may I move to this room instead? My friend and I seem to be... likeminded. Both of us are night owls. We can watch late night TV together without disturbing the others,” Johan asked.

“Sure, I’ll make the necessary arrangements. Make sure to fetch your stuff before tomorrow morning, in case someone else takes your old spot,” the nurse replied before asking how you were doing.

“I’m okay, thanks” you muttered.

The nurse left and closed the door behind her. After her visit Johan showed little interest in the movie. He told Jean-Claude would have made him hard as well if he was a teenager as well with hormones in overdrive. You tried to deny it by saying you have a thing for the nurse. He burst out laughing and told you you must have a jack in the box for a blade and a strange taste in women. He told you to relax and not to deny what you were and how God has made you. You found comfort in his words.

Johan slowly inserted his hands underneath his garment. His blade in the meantime had swollen and had grown to its full glory! He pushed his blade forward as to have it towered and stuck against his garment as yours had been. You watched him as he drew back his garment and stroked his blade slowly, up and down and gently initially. He spat in his hand to use as a natural lubrication. Ever since then you did the same. Shadows of various colours from the TV danced on his body as Jean-Claude battled his enemies. It was magical.

After some hesitation you started tugging at your blade as well. It was not long before Johan reached his climax. Three or four spurts of his nectar blasted from his throbbing blade. The first hit his chin, and the subsequent spurts embedded themselves in his chest and stomach hair. He rubbed his nectar into his torso as he watched you. You gasped for air as your blade attempted its money shot. You shot a couple more spurts than your elder fellow all across your blossoming chest.

The next day you became unlikely friends and did the same that night. The day after you left the hospital, never to see him again.


You think back to that one summer holiday, when the whole family on your mom’s side came to visit during the week of Christmas. Those were the days when shaving was not so new and didn’t enjoy doing this manly thing any more.

You removed all your clothes and started shaving before your shower. The whole family is to head on over to the local casino’s restaurant. Tonight is the seafood buffet and you’re so gonna kick everyone’s butt by eating the most! You were half way through shaving when someone knocked on the door. It was your aunt’s (mother’s sister) new boyfriend, Wikus. You quite liked him. He was like a boy in a mature man’s body. Rather playful and cheerful. You had loads in common, including PC games, jogging and the outdoors. He spent more time with you than your aunt!

You shouted that you were busy, which didn’t keep the person from entering. Reflexively you covered your wickets and peered at your probably future uncle with a stunned facial expression.

“Good, it’s you,” said Wikus as he closed the door again. “I want to take a bath before we head out to the restaurant. I have sand in places I don’t want any sand.”

He opened the taps and started stripping. You tried with all your might not to look at him and to shave faster. At that time you were at a stage when the sight of any naked male made you trigger-happy. He was done undressing and took a seat on the bath’s rim while waiting for the bath to fill up. He looked at you and gave you a slap on the butt.

“You’ve got a heart shape birthmark on your right butt cheek. How cute,” he said.

“The ladies love it,” you respond, not knowing where that statement came from.

“Ha-ha! I bet!” Wikus responded. “I have one on my inner thigh. It’s not a cute little heart like yours, more like a splatter of bird poop. Wanna see?”

You hesitate for a moment, but feel you have to look, which you did. You had seen him shirtless on the beach; tanned, tall, dark and handsome. He looked amazing for his age. You turned around. Yip, Greek god indeed. You hardly noticed the birthmark, as your attention was fixed on his blade. It’s the first one you’ve really seen up close other than your own and quick glimpses of those of your straight buddies. In the centre of a brush of pubic hair his blade and pommel gems dangled, full and happy. This sent your hormones in overdrive, which triggered the happiness of your blade. It’s too late now...

You quickly turned around to conceal your rising blade from him, closed your eyes from shame and tried to tame your heavy breathing.

“Oh, my boy. It’s nothing to be ashamed about. I have this effect on people,” Wikus said giggling. “And between the two of us, there’s nothing wrong with a little male to male adoration.”

“You mean you’re gay?” you asked Wikus.

“No. I like the best of both worlds, if you get my drift,” said Wikus.

You turned around with a confused facial expression. You asked him how being bisexual worked, since he was involved with your aunt. He mentioned that they were mere friends, friends with benefits and that nothing would ever come of their friendship.

Wikus drew closer and tugged at your blade. His blade started ascending to meet yours in its glory. You were stunned and did not know what to make of this situation.

“We need to take care of these before we leave here. Can’t go out poking everyone and everything in your path,” Wikus said. Clean your face so we can get to it...”

You were shocked at his suggestion and were afraid he would get his way with your behind or something! You were barely finished when the already jerking off Wikus led you into the bath where both of you took a seat on its rim opposite each other. Your legs were submerged in bubbly water almost up to your knees. You remember the water was rather hot, amongst other things. Wikus splashed water over his blade. He smiled at you after he sent a wave of water towards yours. You admired each other as you both jerked off. You enjoyed his masculinity and manliness and how he embraced his blade with great enthusiasm. First he tugs with a forehand, then backhand, then both hands, then he played with his pommel gems and so it went on. He certainly knew how to wield a blade.

Soon you feel the nectar well up in your pommel gems. Your breathing grows heavier and the tip of your blade grows even harder. Uh-oh, what now?!

“Let it go!” Wikus exclaimed eagerly.

You did as he asked. Like a cannon your nectar was shot from your blade. You were rather proud of it, you now chuckle to yourself. The first spurt went flying up in the air and made a crash landing on Wikus’ left knee. The remaining spurts delved into the foam surface of the bathwater. This sent Wikus to his climax. His cannon surpassed yours in power as two of his spurts crash landed on your right quad and knee. He must have held his at a better angle, you now realise. You were rather fascinated by the warm and sticky nectar on your leg. You smiled and Wikus returned the gesture.

“Come on, we should finish up. Almost time to beat you in an eating contest, just as I have beaten you just now”, you remember him saying. He did beat you in the eating contest that evening as well, needless to say. You still had some growing up to do at that stage.

Mythology of many cultures have a father figure of sorts. Where it is Zeus for the Greeks and Jupiter for the Romans, it is Odin for the Norse. So this collection is dedicated to the all-father of the Norse deities.

"In Germanic mythology, the one-eyed deity of battle, magic, inspiration, and the dead. The elder son of Bor by the giantess Bestla, Odin was ‘supreme as well as being the oldest of the gods’. Writing in the thirteenth century, Snorri Sturluson, the outstanding Icelandic scholar and statesman, thus endeavoured to account for the rise of Odin during the Viking period (750–1050), when the war god took over many of the functions of the sky god. ‘He had his way in all things. Mighty as the other gods may be, yet they all serve him as children do their father.’ Odin was Alfodr, ‘father of the gods’; Valfodr, ‘father of the slain’; Veratyr, ‘lord of men’; Bileygr and Baleygr, ‘shifty-eyed’ and ‘flaming-eyed’; Glapsvidir, ‘swift in deceit’, Fjolsvidr, ‘wide in wisdom’; Farmatyr ‘god of cargoes’; Oski, ‘wish giver’; Sidfodr, ‘father of victories’; and many more ekenames, nicknames, given to Odin ‘for something he did’."

Monday, February 8, 2010

Architects of Monuments II

Those who Define Structural Magnificence

Fantasy equal: Mason

I think one of my colleagues and I were talking about movies and I was asked what kind of movies I like. Naturally I responded saying movies based on fantasy and/or ancient times. He then mentioned something interesting; “Then like a friend of mine you must have been born in the wrong age.”

It makes one think if given the opportunity, which ancient or fantasy civilization would you have liked to visit for a day. I have many options and would not know which to choose. One of the aspects to consider would be the architecture of that civilization from that age in time.

The ancient civilizations from the Mediterranean region are renowned for their architecture; the Romans, the Greek, the Persian and especially the Egyptians. They have constructed awe-inspiring buildings, temples, monuments and statues, most of which are mere remnants of their former glory today. I dream of the days when I am able to take a tour to these countries and lay my eyes on the Colosseum, the Great Pyramids of Giza and the multitude of the ruined temples in Greece. Would it not, however, be so much more exciting to see these wonders with your very own eyes in the time they were constructed? Sure, the skyscrapers in the city are impressive as well, yet none of them have that ancient mysterious appeal the old Seven Wonders of the World has.

All of these architectural creations are founded on intricate and well-planned designs. Furthermore they are not always only architectural wonders, but artistic creations as well. Take the stone masons of Ancient Egypt, for example. Each of the great pyramids they have built is externally rather rough and crude. It’s their sheer size which makes them impressive. Once you enter its corridors, however, you would find an array of intricate hieroglyphics. These hieroglyphics were also part of the grand design and form part of the monument’s purpose and artistic appeal.

To me a man’s legs are also of a great design. The combination of mass, definition and decoration (hair) makes for one of my favourite parts of the male body. Most like that one part of course, but in general I would rather like to see the bottom half instead of the top half. We both can have the middle still. I can’t explain why; it’s just the way my simple mind is programmed.

The fantasy connection for the following collection is very much similar to that of the previous instalment. In ancient Egypt architects and stone masons worked in conjunction when it came to constructing a great monument. The architects designed the plan and the masons foresaw the actual work, chiselled the stone and laid it in place. As the construction of monuments is perfected by architects and masons, so have the monumental legs been perfected on these lords...

"A stonemason is a person who builds structures (such as cathedrals and castles) out of stones such as limestone, sandstone, slate, marble, granite, field rock, and river rock. They were highly skilled people who combined the roles of architecting, crafting, desiging, and engineering to produce beautiful buildings seen today. Some of the most beautiful creations they built standing today are Gothic Cathedrals."