THE GOLDEN MAN OF STEEL
BIG JIM HERCULES
WRITTEN BY BIGJIM FAN: MIKE IN ALBUQUERQUE GRAPHICS BY SAM (STUDIO ALPHA MALES)
Part 1: “The Dream”
I had awakened real early that morning way before dawn when
I vividly remembered in my dream of a man towering over me. I knew that the dream was of another time or
century but I remember the beautiful gardens, the coliseums, people dressed in
the Roman Empire era things I recall watching from old movies of the past. I sensed I was transformed into that time and
space or just reading about ancient Rome.
But this dream was about a man, a powerful man, as I would describe him
as a god. In this vision within a dream
I was kneeling down picking up wild flowers for my Master who owned me as a
slave. As I was about to finish I felt
someone watching me. The sun was high
in the horizon and all I could see was a huge figure of sorts. He began flexing his upper muscles without
taking his eyes off me. He looked down
at me with a grin but all I could see was his silhouette from the noonday
sun. He came closer so I could see him
and was speechless by his massive form.
He was handsome. Flexing again
his massive frame, bulging chest, arms he was a picture of one of the gods seen
in the Pantheon. He spoke to me in a
deep rough voice, which I couldn’t quite understand. His voice penetrated my core. After several minutes of posing, he came
further towards me. His massive penis
was inches from my full beard. I looked
up at him smiling but confused as to why he was here. The wild flowers I had in my hands, which was
being picked for my Master was now being placed around the feet of this
giant. I couldn’t believe what I had
done but I stood up to the man in front of me and began kissing and making love
to his muscles. I slowly began moving
down on my knees and kissed his feet when suddenly he disappeared. The only thing, which was left behind, was
the circle of flowers that adorned his feet.
The giant was gone.
Part 2 “The
Apparition”
After finishing up the afternoon chores around my Masters
quarters I was still mesmerized by the apparition in the garden that early
morning. “Who was that man”, I kept
asking myself. “Why did he come to me in
the early morning hours, what did he want, who was he”. I kept thinking he was the son of Zeus or
Venus or maybe a Gladiator from the past or maybe it was all my imagination a
dream. I decided then a there to get
this vision out of mind and continue the chores given to me before night
falls. After everything was finished, my
Master released me to my personal needs.
I walked to my quarters to bed down for the night. It was late and dusk. There was a cool breeze and decided to open
the large winder to my room. I begin to
disrobe when I suddenly heard a voice.
It sounded familiar, a deep strong voice that reminded me of the giant
in the garden. I blocked it out thinking
it was my mind playing tricks. But the
voice was demanding, insistent. I went
to the open window to see whether or not someone was in the courtyard but not
one was there. I put on my servant tunic
and quickly walked out towards the main gate.
My walk pace was slow for I wanted to hear that voice again even in the
harsh breeze. Something inside me told
me to open the front gate leading to an abandon building that my Master
had. The pathway to the shack was a bit
rocky but I was able to steady myself without falling. I heard what was the sound of a waterfall in
the distance. Then I looked up at the
window of the shack and saw the muscle man looking at me. I then opened the door to the abandon
building and once again I saw the man that had appeared to me in the early
morning hour. He began spreading his
legs and started flexing his upper muscles.
“Who are you?” I said. “What do
you want from me”? In his deep voice and
with power in that voice, I heard his name for the first time. “I am Big Jim Hercules”. Just like before, the man of steel
disappeared again leaving behind a leather strap that was wrapped around his
massive muscular chest. I turned away
and returned to my quarters.
Part 3 “Mission
Contact”
I held the strap that had fallen on the rough floor
wondering why Big Jim Hercules purposely dropped the leather strap. Again all this was mystifying to me. Am I going crazy? Here I am a simple man, poor, have no family
and all I can do is be someone’s slave.
My Master Julius Marcos owns me and I felt his whip many times. He was at times difficult and extremely
angered easily. I placed the strap
inside of my servant tunic to hide it in case a Roman guard would stop me. When I arrived at my quarters I placed the
strap in the mattress of my bed. I laid
down still dressed and very much confused as to why this was happening. I had so many questions but no answers. Why would Big Jim Hercules appear to me? What did he want? Finding no answers, I blew out the
candle. The only light coming from
outside was the oil lamps from the courtyard.
The breeze was still blowing as I tried to sleep.
Morning came early and I was very late to do the chores for
my Master. I knew the Master would beat
me and so I took the beatings without feeling any pain. He left early that morning to attend a
meeting at the Senate floor with Caesar emperor of Rome. I started working and cleaning inside Masters
chambers but I still thinking of the night I met Big Jim Hercules. I just couldn’t get him off my mind. His frame, muscles, his powerful demanding
voice were all haunting to me. I carried
out my work for the rest of the day and left my Masters chambers hoping he was
satisfied with my work.
It was one month to day that Big Jim Hercules appeared to
me. His coming and going was a deep
mystery to me. Such power to transform
and appear and disappear was definitely the work of a god. After a month of dealing and finding no answers,
I decided to forget the experience and move on to daily activities. But each time I would lay in bed his haunting
voice would come to me. But Big Jim
Hercules left a gift to me, his leather strap that was under my bed. I blew out the candle to prepare myself for a
good night sleep. The seasoned night
blew a gentle breeze and I started to doze when I heard that voice, that
demanding voice. I recognized it
immediately. It was the voice coming
from the abandon building adjacent from my Masters property. I got up went to the window and saw what
looked like a figure in the loft of the building. It was Big Jim Hercules flexing and his voice
demanding me to come to the upper chambers.
I dressed and headed towards the gate, closed it quietly and moved towards
the building. I opened the door and went
in, climbed the stairs to the loft but it was dark, only a light coming from
out side. Was this my imagination
running wild again I said to myself? I
started to turn back towards the stairs when I felt a massive arm across my
chest. The arm was like a steel post,
which was wrapped around my upper portion of my body while a massive hand was
around my mouth. Then I heard the
voice. Deep. Frightening.
My body went limb. “Who are you
and what do
you want, let me go,” I said.
Then the voice said, “Shut up and listen for I am Big Jim
Hercules”.
Part 4 “The Plan”
I made several attempts to move but this god was way to
strong and I was in his clutches. “Don’t
speak but listen. I am the second son of
the god Poseidon. My title as head of
the Gladiators was stripped from me and I was robbed by Hercules son of
Zeus. For years I was in prison and held
in confinement. I broke out of my prison
and got my revenge. I want that title
back. I want the title King of
Gladiators and my position that I once had.
The son of Zeus fought me in a great battle in the temple of Venus. We fought hand in hand. I wrapped my chain around his throat and
killed him. Now that he’s dead I will
now take his place where I once belong.
You will help me. You will go to
your Master Julius Marcos and tell him what you have seen and heard and tell
him that I will fight in my human form at the battle of the Olympian. I will come to you in a month but in my human
form and I expect you to do what I say and make sure I have my rightful
spot. DO NOT FAIL ME!” Big Jim Hercules once again left in a
mystery. He is a god. I stood there in the darkness, couldn’t thing
straight. “How am I going to fulfill his
mission? How am I going to approach my
Master”?
When morning arrived I got up early, way before the
sunrise. I saw my Master sitting at the
table writing and waiting for me to serve him.
In a compulsive move I shared with Julius Marcos the events of the past
month. He listened and waited until I
was finished. Then he said, “tell this
god of yours if he claims to be the son of Poseidon, hero of the underworld
then he will fight to the death and regain his honor”. I was relieved. My Master trusted me.
As the day went by and chores completed, I waited until dark
to summon Big Jim Hercules at the broken down building. I stood in the shadows of the outside light
and called to him. With no appearance
but a deep voice I heard him say, “You’ve done well servant of Julius Marcos”. “In my human form I will be at the
arena. Bring the strap that I left you
on the same night in this same spot. I
will be recognized winner of the Gladiators by the leader of Rome. You have played a part and I will reward
you. Now go and finish what you must
do”. The silence of the building was
deafening after Big Jim Hercules left. I
quietly walked back to my chambers and pulled out the leather strap under my
bed. Fear of the unknown began to creep
in me. I was now deeply committed in
making sure Big Jim Hercules regain his title.
Part 5 “The Battle”
The day was a perfect day to celebrate the birthday of
Caesar the Great. The amphitheater was
packed with dignitaries, nobility and members of the Senate. My Master Julius Marcos was sitting right
next to Caesar. The crowd went wild when
Caesar raised his arm and said, “Let the game begin”. Trumpets roared in the coliseum. The people shouted and screamed from the top
of their lungs. Roman wines and food was
served for the elite. The Gladiators had
moved into the center of the arena. They
were built rugged, full of muscle and their weapons were weapons of choice from
sword to chains to spiked black ball.
They raised their strong arms towards Caesar to pledge their allegiance
to him. Then a voice from the coliseum
spoke in a loud voice. “Today a guest
will be the main meal of our game. He
claims to be the son of Poseidon the god of oceans. He claims to be Hercules who is the son of
Zeus.” The people roared with
laughter. Shouts of boos and thumbs down
was seen throughout the arena. Even
Caesar himself laugh thinking it was a birthday stunt. “Let us meet this phony god who claims to be
King of Gladiators”, said the announcer.
The crowd went wild but quietly went into a whisper. The door opened at the end of the arena. There stood Big Jim Hercules with a chain
around his neck his arms raised in power strength. The people laughed. In a loud voice, “I AM BIG JIM HERCULES THE
SON OF POSEIDON. YOU LAUGH AND SCORN ME
AS A MASTER GLADIATOR BUT YOUR LAUGHTER WILL TURN INTO JUBILATION WHEN I AM
THROUGH WITH THESE MORTAL BEINGS.
HERCULES TOOK MY RIGHTFUL PLACE AND I WILL REGAIN THAT TITLE BACK.” The
people once again roared and insulted the son of Poseidon and it angered
him. The anger fueled his inner
power. Soon the 4 Gladiators approached
and advanced working as a team to kill and destroy this man who claims to be a
god. Whips and chains and all the
weaponry of war started to fly. Big Jim
Hercules with his mighty hand and arms swung his chain catching one of the
Gladiators in the head. Knocked to the
ground but quickly stood up. The people
roared. Then two of the Gladiators
started towards Big Jim Hercules with their weapons but he caught them off
guard and swung his chain into the lower part of ther bodies. They fell immediately. Blood was pouring from their stomachs. Big Jim Hercules had two more to cut down. Suddenly a gash hit his arm and he stood
back. He turned around and saw a
Gladiator advancing. Big Jim Hercules
swung his chain around the neck of the Gladiator breaking his neck by the pull
of the chain. He fell to the ground and
became motionless. By this time the
coliseum had become quiet. Even Caesar
was curious and motion to his guards to be ready. One more Gladiator was remaining. Big Jim Hercules had chosen hand to hand to
end the game. The last remaining
Gladiator threw his ball spike weapon aside and soon the wrestling began. The Gladiator was strong and cleaver as both
men began to fight both arm to arm,
punches, choke holds. The fight lasted
until the young Gladiator began to weaken due to exhaustion. Big Jim Hercules knew right away what he had
to do. His opponent was tired so he
grabbed the Gladiator and began to squeeze his massive chest breaking rib bones
along the way. His opponent was
dead. The crowd began to shout, roar in
a victory stand. Big Jim Hercules raised
his arm towards the center of the arena.
He was now King of Gladiators. “I
understand Julius Marcus that this man who is champion was a part of your
household”, said Caesar. “Yes he is”,
said Julius Marcus. “My man servant
brought him to us in a cloud of mystery”.
“This man servant is too dangerous for the empire, said Caesar. This slave possess distrust and he must die. “As you wish Caesar”, said Julius Marcus.
Part 6 “End”
I sat in the Roman prison waiting for my fate wondering what
I had done that led me here in the first place.
“I was just the messenger”, I said to myself. Hearing the prison door open and two soldiers
walked in. Without a word they placed
some food and drink, bread and cheese.
“This maybe your last meal slave”, said one of the guards with a grin on
his face. I stood up and went to a small
table like box and looked at the food.
“If this drink is poison then I will be spared from the sword”. I ate the food and sipped on the bitter
drink. The bread and cheese filled me
up. I walked over to the bed and I could
hear other prisoners screaming and yelling.
The screams sounded torture. I
could hear guards outside my cell walking up and down the steps. Their boots and swords were clanging. My mind drifted to Big Jim Hercules. “I wonder if he’s ok. I wonder if the men under his command are
respecting him. Will he be a role model
for the other Gladiator. At least I will
die knowing a god.”
Big Jim Hercules was celebrating his victory with the other
men. The wine he drank was beginning to
take effect. He started to slur his
words. Then he couldn’t move and fell
asleep. He woke the next morning with
headaches. Even his shield and boots
made too much noise for now he was of human form. He washed up and began to dress in his new
Gladiator clothes. He left his quarters
to have a meal with his men when he overheard one of the guards say that a
slave was to be put to death. “Whose
being executed today” said Big Jim Hercules.
“Oh some slave belonging to Julius Marcus. Caesar has ordered his death. Said he was a danger to the empire,” said one
of the guards. “Hey maybe someone here
would like to fuck the slave before he dies”, laugh one of the Gladiators. The place went into an uproar. Big Jim Hercules stood up and walked out of
the room heading towards the main prison.
He walked into the darken cells to see if he could find the model prisoner. A guard asked who he was looking for. “Bring me to the cell where a man will be
executed today”, said Big Jim Hercules.
The guard walked him to the cell then left him. Big Jim Hercules walked towards the man
servant’s bed. “Don’t say a word. I am here to get you out”. Big Jim Hercules told the slave of what
happened in the arena and that he is now free and human. “I am glad for you Big Jim Hercules and happy
to had helped in some way. Before we
leave here, I have this leather strap that belongs to you”. I handed him the strap. Big Jim Hercules took out his knife and cut a
portion of the strap and placed the cut leather around the servant neck. “What is your name man servant”, said Big Jim
Hercules. “I am Orillus, son of a Greek
farmer. I was taken away at a young age
by the Romans and became Julius Marcos slave since then”. “Julius Marcos doesn’t deserve you Orillus
and I will take you into my household to be my man servant. You will serve me and I will own you and you
will be my pleasure”. Orillus and Big
Jim Hercules walked out into the courtyard.
Orillus now has a new Master. “I
wonder how he plans on me in serving him”.
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