Fiction: Zeus/Ganymedes (M/M)

The story was inspired by my writer friend Travis Beaudoin, "IV. Ganymedes" from "Dialogues of the Gods" by Lukian of Samosata, and "Cupbearer" by Cori Lannam.

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Glossary

Symposia are ancient Greek drinking parties with wine, women, music, dancing and conversation.

A zoma is a piece of cloth wrapped around the waist like a short skirt. Male and female athletes wore zoma for competitions, warriors wore it under armor, both men and women used zoma as undergarments, and slaves and other labourers wore it alone as a practical garment for work. (Source)

The erastes is the adult partner in a relationship with a younger partner. In ancient Greece, these couples were usually male.

A himation is a piece of clothing usually worn as a cloak but it can also be draped like a long skirt.

A chiton is a piece of clothing akin to a tunic.

Nectar and ambrosia are food and drink of the gods.

Zeus and the Bratty Prince of Troy

Ganymedes, prince of Phrygia, the dear delight of Zeus' bed.
Euripides, Iphigenia at Aulis, 5th century BCE (translation by Vellacott)

Ganymedes fell to his knees the moment the eagle let go of him. The majestic bird changed shape into the most breathtaking man the prince had ever seen. Strong arms, broad shoulders, a muscular chest... Everything in his demeanour was regal. He must be a god. No, not just any god. The king of the gods, thunderloving Zeus himself.

Ganymedes quickly averted his eyes. Though he had a feeling this god did not mind him looking at him.

"Look upon me, Ganymedes, and see my sharp beak and piercing talons are gone, as are the wings that carried you here."

The prince gazed at the god and the immaculate marble around him. There were colourful paintings on the walls, heavy crimson curtains and a large window that showed nothing but clear sky.

"Where am I?"

Zeus gave the boy at his feet a caress.

"This is Olympos," he said, "My palace. And your new home."

He gestured at two magnificent thrones standing behind him. They were glistening and gleaming in the ethereal light, precious stones worked into purest gold. Ganymedes' jaw dropped. This room alone made anything he had seen in his father's palace in Troy seem like a poor man's hut.

"You shall be like the blessed gods, deathless and unageing," Zeus continued, "And you shall be forever as beautiful as you are now, the sweet bloom of youth unwithering."

He offered a hand to help the boy up. Ganymedes took it, marvelling at the strength with which Zeus pulled him to his feet. Now he stood before the god, but still had to look up.

"And what use would you have for me?" he asked, "Herd your sheep for all eternity?"

Zeus' laughter thundered through the hall.

"Forget about your sheep, boy. You are to pour the drinks and wait on the tables as cup bearer of Olympos."

Ganymedes smiled. Cup bearer was a huge step up from herding his father's sheep. At home, he was not even allowed at the symposia. His parents never let him do anything!

"Will I drink wine too?"

"If you so wish."

Ganymedes rejoiced. No more sheep herding, immortality, and he was even allowed to drink wine? This was the most exciting day of his entire life!

"There is another reason I brought you here." Zeus sat down on one of the two thrones. "You are by far the most beautiful of mortals I have ever encountered. Your legs will be a sight to behold when you wait on the table. Your arse will look exquisite in the zoma my daughter will make for you. But once dinner is over..."

Ganymedes wasn't stupid. He may not be allowed to attend, but he knew what happened at the symposia.

"My parents warned me about men like you, my lord." He stepped towards the throne until he stood directly in front of the king of all the gods. "My erastes Agathon never wanted to have sex with me. Do we really have to wait until after dinner?"

Zeus blinked as if he did not believe his ears.

"What do you mean?"

Ganymedes bit his lip and gave his most innocent expression, the one men seemed to find irresistable. Well, except Agathon.

"You want to fuck me, don't you? My parents say that's the only thing anyone ever wants from me because I'm so beautiful. It's why I'm never allowed to do anything!"

Zeus grinned.

"Come here, little shepherd." He pulled him onto his lap. "We most certainly don't have to wait until dinner."

The god loosened the pins that held Ganymedes' clothes and tossed them to the floor.

"Look at you," he murmured, "Such fine and supple thighs, such a sweet round arse, such a delightful little cock..."

He had been on the rise since sex became a prospect but now that it got direct attention, Ganymedes' cock swelled to full size. But Zeus' large fist closed easily around his length.

"Ah!"

The dark beard tickled his chin as the king of the gods kissed him. His lips were surprisingly soft and gentle. Ganymedes wrapped his arms around the man hundreds of years his senior. He smelled like the clear air after a rainstorm and he could practically feel the power emanating from this immortal body. Ganymedes sighed. He had never been this hard before. His father had always told him not to waste too much of his seed, lest he would lose too much heat and hinder his growth to manhood. But none of this mattered now that he was going to be immortal, right?
Zeus rubbed him with a tenderness he hadn't expected. But no matter how soft the touch, he wouldn't hold out long.

"I'm com—" he moaned hoarsely against his divine lover's lips. Zeus broke the kiss, pumping harder. Ganymedes held on tightly to the powerful god as he spilled his hot male essence.

"How was that for a start?" Zeus asked, pressing a kiss on his cheek.

"Well..." Ganymedes looked at his damp cock. "It wasn't so different from when I rub myself. I thought you wanted real sex."

"Your climax was pretty real, sweet boy."

Ganymedes gave the god his best flirtatious smile, the one that usually got him what he wanted. Except with his parents. But Zeus wasn't his father, was he?

"Your sexual exploits are legendary, father of the gods. Is it too much to ask to be joined in love with you?"

"You are mine now." The god's voice rumbled like thunder. "Make no mistake, I will claim you."

A shudder ran through the youth's body. It was not out of fear.

"Get me that jug."

The Trojan prince slid from the god's thighs and obediently brought him the elaborately decorated vase. Zeus took it from his hands and set it down on the smaller throne beside him. With a softer voice he said:

"Good boy. Now for your reward."

Ganymedes watched him lift the himation draped around his loins. His eyes widened when he saw the amazingly beautiful erection spring forth. He longed to touch it, like Zeus had touched him before and he reached out to give it a rub, as he would do on a herm for good luck. Zeus gave him a kiss.

"Not now, my sweet. Hold on to me."

Ganymedes obeyed. The god grabbed both his buttocks, firmly but without hurting him and lifted him with strong hands. He made him sit on one of his strong arms, fumbling beneath him. A slick, oily finger almost made him jump off.

"Uh!"

"Be still, my love. I don't want to hurt you. You have to relax now."

Ganymedes clung to his neck. It felt weird. Zeus was oiling him and kept pushing against his bum hole with thick fingers. He didn't enjoy this procedure, but he trusted the god knew what he was doing.
He held his breath when he was lowered, gasping when the tip of Zeus' divine cock pushed into him.

"Almighty Zeus..."

There was nothing but discomfort and Ganymedes wondered if he had been excited for nothing.

"I don't like it," he complained. "I thought sex is pleasurable."

"Give it time, sweet boy."

Zeus kissed him, giving his cock a gentle rub. It did indeed get more comfortable but nothing to write home about. Then Zeus began to move.

"Oh fuck!"

Ganymedes clawed at the god's back. It still felt a little weird, but there was a surge of pleasure everytime he sank down on that divine cock!

"By Eros..." he sighed. Zeus held him safe in his arms, still engaged in that sweet kiss, as he moved his loins with more vigour. He pushed in deeper with every thrust and the prince of Troy moaned with every new breadth of that immortal cock filling him.

"By heavenly Ouranos," Zeus groaned, "Does your virgin arse feel good!"

Ganymedes rocked on his lap, the god's cock buried in him to the hilt. His face was flushed with pleasure and he opened himself to the god completely, letting his power surge through his mortal body. If this was the love of Zeus, he'd gladly serve him every day of his immortal life. He groaned and panted in blissful agony. The sex was still somewhat uncomfortable, but the pleasure rewarding enough to more than make up for it. The hand around his cock, the deep kiss, the passionate rutting, all sensations blended into each other in a great amalgamation of pleasure.

"Oh! Oh, gods!" he groaned, as Zeus pumped his cock in rhythm with his thrusts. He trembled, sweat and tears running down his face. His toes curled as he felt the familiar tingle of an incoming orgasm. He threw back his head, crying out loudly as he came, wetting both their chests and thighs with his come.

Zeus groaned as well, though he was more subtle. Ganymedes could feel how hard he was and it made him proud. He, a mere mortal boy, made the king of the gods come. He felt the sudden warmth of the seed and it felt wet and gooey, but not unpleasant.

"How was that for real sex?" asked the king of the gods, embracing him tenderly. Ganymedes cuddled up to his chest, still shaking and breathless.

"Oh, I, ha," he panted, "I won't be so unkind in my judgement. If you like, we can do it again."

Zeus grinned, swiping damp curls from his beautiful face.

"This was only the beginning, my darling boy."

He gave him a long kiss, then helped him off his flagging member. Ganymedes slipped from his lap, reaching for his clothes.

"No. You will get better ones, more befitting your new role."

Ganymedes nodded.

"As you wish, my lord."

"Hermes!" the king of the gods called. Ganymedes picked up his old chiton to wipe away the sweat and come. In less than a quarter-hour, the great oaken doors opened and Hermes appeared in the shape of a young man, no older than himself. He wore nothing but his winged sandals and his cloak which made Ganymedes feel a little better about his own nudity. He had the same dark hair as his father but he wasn't nearly as tall. Green eyes looked upon him with blatant curiosity.

"You called, father?"

"Hermes. This is Ganymedes, the son of king Tros of Troy."

"I know, father."

"Good. Give him nectar and ambrosia, then bring him to the dining hall and show him how to wait the tables and pour drinks. He is to replace Hebe tonight."

"As you wish. Come, Ganymedes, follow me."

Ganymedes trotted behind the young god who gave him a friendly, encouraging smile. He felt a little at home already.

FIN

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Notes

The idea of wasting body heat through masturbation is based on Aristotle. He wrote that semen is produced from blood with the heat within the body and that young men shouldn't engage in sexual activity at too early an age since this would affect the growth of their bodies. (Politics by Aristotle)