Sunday, October 6, 2019

THE GOLDEN MAN OF STEEL... BIGJIM HERCULES


                                            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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