Pagan Gods: Of Brotherhood and War

PRELUDE: Morning in the Welcum Bar

06:08 Rock Hard Brock Martin
Walks into the Welcum from the back room, wiping his hands of machine grease and softly humming an air from Carmen. Looks up "Good morning Minotaur!"

06:09 minotaur21560
Hi Brock! Top of the morning to you - need some bear brew today?

06:12 Rock Hard Brock Martin
Taking my shirt off and getting into proper uniform "Yeah, I could use something to get me going this morning...."

06:13 minotaur21560
*gives Brock a slow look up-and-down then goes off to get the bear brew beans out

06:13 Rock Hard Brock Martin
Sitting at the bar, looking around, nods to @Jake_English

06:15 minotaur21560
*comes back, looking at Brock's broad back, depositing the cup before him "Here you go, bearish one... hope you enjoy it"

06:15 Jake English
*Sleepy salutes to brock...*

06:15 minotaur21560
*And I pause... watching...
"how's that tasting there, @Rock_Hard_Brock_Martin
*fumbles with a little white envelope, now empty... puts it in the pocket of my war kilt.

06:17 Rock Hard Brock Martin
frowning, wondering why Minot is hovering like that... Oh well...... Takes a first massive swig of the Bear Brew

06:18 Rock Hard Brock Martin
It's good Minot, got a weird aftertaste this morning

06:18 minotaur21560
Hmm... wonder what that might be... maybe they used different small animal guts for the processing this time...

06:19 Rock Hard Brock Martin
The cup drops from my hand, crashing to the floor and shattering loudly.....

06:19 Jake English
Whoa! Wh—

06:19 Rock Hard Brock Martin
The room is spinning

06:19 Jake English
Brock? Something the matter?

06:19 minotaur21560
"WHu....t? Brock? Are you ok?..." * I rush up to the bearish hero

06:20 Jake English
Do you want me to lend a hand too or—?

06:20 minotaur21560
Wow his pulse is racing! Jake, maybe I better get him to the clinic for 'pataphysical therapy...

06:20 Rock Hard Brock Martin
I fall backwards out of my bar stool

06:20 minotaur21560
Oh no I can manage... Oh god... look
I scoop him up, my arm behind his shoulders, his head lolling
"Lean against me warrior...."
And I nod @Jake_English "don't worry, I'll get this sorted out...."

The two figures slowly recede from the bar - slowly since Brock supposedly weighs 195 fucking lbs

06:21 Jake English
I should hope so... what was in the brew anyway?

06:22 minotaur21560
"oh... I don't know." With a foot, I make sure the remainder in the cup spills onto the floor, the cup shattering into thousands of pieces... as it falls

IN THE MAZE
12:39 Rock_Hard_Brock_Martin:
slowly waking, groggy, head thick, I feel like I am swimming upwards through molasses... something touching my chest, my abs, a cool observant touch
12:40 Rock_Hard_Brock_Martin:
groaning, I open my eyes
12:40 minotaur21560:
"You wake, my prisoner." *low-burning torches flickering light, unsteady shadows on the undulating walls. You recognize the place.
12:41 Rock_Hard_Brock_Martin:
I've seen this place before, but in dreams and half-awake visions
12:41 Rock_Hard_Brock_Martin:
the sound of pebbles on stone echoing in my memory
12:42 minotaur21560:
Its vastness and multiplicity - almost anything might be contained here...
12:42 Rock_Hard_Brock_Martin:
rough stone walls, cool to the touch... there is water near
12:42 minotaur21560:
and steam... likely volcanic
12:43 Rock_Hard_Brock_Martin:
groaning again, I force my eyes to come into focus, to identify the source of that voice.... I know you
12:43 Rock_Hard_Brock_Martin:
YOU!
12:43 minotaur21560:
"Yes - I have waited."
12:43 Rock_Hard_Brock_Martin:
pushing myself up to seated position, my back on the rough stone walls of the cave
anger rises in me
my muscles flex, ready for battle
but I must control myself for now
12:45 minotaur21560:
The dim light casts shadows -
my horns seem impossibly huge on the wall. I see your blood boil, and I get up as well but then settle again. Eyes on you, drilling into you.
12:46 Rock_Hard_Brock_Martin:
I remember my wrestling coach's instructions: stay cool, observe your opponent, get to know his body, the hints he gives by his movements
but his voice is mixed with many voices that reach out to me, faces and bodies wearing armour of various kinds, echoing his words
12:49 minotaur21560:
The confusing overlay of lives, cycles, stories, battles, deaths, torments... epic in its scope. "I search for why we must fight, the reason. I don't see it, but I feel it in my gut, in my body. Do you know it, red fighter?"
12:50 Rock_Hard_Brock_Martin:
I get up, groaning as my mind and body clear of the poison in the Bear Brew
I notice, in the shadows close by me, my toolbox from the WelCum Bar.... interesting
12:51 minotaur21560:
I shadow you, getting up, wary. I stretch my neck, horned head moving from side to side, still wary of what you might be planning.
12:51 Rock_Hard_Brock_Martin:
"I don't know the reason Minot, but I have felt the same urge... I am driven to know your body in combat... and more?
12:53 minotaur21560:
"our fates twist over each other, the pattern, complicated. And the feelings thick between us - that overlay again - opponent, brother, ally, predator, prey..."
I am poised as if the battle might break out at any moment
12:56 Rock_Hard_Brock_Martin:
I reach down, you can't see to what, but I stand up with a red-bronze helmet in my hand, lion-faced, the mane forming the top and back of the helmet. I put it on, locking it into place, and flexing. I will my cargo shorts to become a blood red kilt, held in place with a bronze mail thick belt
"You see, I do know this place and it's possibilities, I have seen it often enough."
My body glowing with the will to fight
13:03 minotaur21560:
"You cast me as the villain, as the stories so tell of me. So that is how I will fight you. I am huge, roaring, my hairy chest broad ready to crush you. Know also that many have come to grief in these stories. You already feel it in your bones and smell it in the sulphurous steamy air. Let it begin!"
13:05 Rock_Hard_Brock_Martin:
RRRRAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I rush towards you and spear you in the gut, my shoulder driving deep into your core, slamming you into the wall of the cave. yt
13:10 minotaur21560: ROARING I look down at your shoulder, ANGERED , as my body is planted in the living stone. My fists slamming down kidney punches, one after another, in a long drumbeat until i grab the top of your helmet, wrenching it, the strap biting into your neck.
I pull it, relentless, twisting, trying to bring us to the ground and away from the wall.
13:16 Rock_Hard_Brock_Martin:
Despite my earlier cockiness, asserting I knew this place and its power, my inexperience shows... I have let my anger push me into a satisfying but dangerous move, as you you now choke me and threaten my neck with my own helmet
You have total control as you slowly force us back from the wall, twisting my neck
13:19 minotaur21560:
Free of the wall, feeling you strain, feeling my advantage, I glory in it. My sharp knee like a missile into your gut again and again, while i continue choking you from above with the helmet strap.
13:20 Rock_Hard_Brock_Martin:
my body lifted off the cave floor by your hard knees, my core taking a beating like it has never received
In serious trouble, but something strange is happening: whenever my feet touch the ground, I feel a surge of power from the rock itself, as if I could draw energy from it.
I plant my feet and bend my knees, pushing up through my bruised and aching core as I wrap my biceps around your waist, freeing my head with a wrenching motion
I draw power from the ground and channel it into my biceps and chest SQUEEZING you and crushing your ribs
13:28 minotaur21560:
WHAT!!! The minotaur feels the surge of energy and is APOPLECTIC with anger THIS????? He roars, shaking his shaggy chest in fruitless effort to break free, but then he reaches down over you, scooping your waist in muscled arms. GAAAAARRRRR, lifting you like the Antaeus that you pretend to be. The two figures twisted together like a pretzel, swaying, ungainly, unsteady, until they topple. But the BULL makes sure his enemy lands on his crown with a loud clang of metal against stone - smashing the plume against the floor.
13:32 Rock_Hard_Brock_Martin:
We grapple like ancient Olympians, each trying to lift the other and throw him to the ground.... I am out of my depth again, the Bull knows this place and its power from long ago, I am just discovering it. You are on home turf here and can bend everything to your will. I'm lifted high and thrown to the ground, landing hard on the back of my head, neck and shoulders, dazed, struggling to get up, chest heaving and covered in sweat from the exertion. You land on top of me with your full weight, crushing my core again as I groan in pain.
01:53 minotaur21560:
"Despair now and think upon the fate of the many who have preceded you to their fall!" The Minotaur's loud baritone rings against the chamber walls, his body imprisoning that of his opponent. And with true aim he winds back a fist and lets fly with a single forceful blow into the warrior's crotch!
01:54 Rock_Hard_Brock_Martin:
AAUUGGHHHHHHHHHHH double over in pain as you crush my balls with your fist, the pain like a blinding light in my brain.
My hand reaches over and feels for my toolbox, opening it and pulling out the short sword I sought for with my mind. I bring it close, its blade under your chin "back away beast"
01:59 minotaur21560:
The Beast backs away... angered again, yet also excited for this is how a warrior in the maze should be armed. With a single liquid movement, the minotaur reaches for his own short sword and shield that hang proudly at the wall, and brandishing the blade above him, lunges towards you, aiming at the midriff.
02:00 Rock_Hard_Brock_Martin:
DAMN IT I forgot a shield! I jump back, slamming my sword down onto yours diverting your strike downwards, but now isolated from my toolbox
02:04 minotaur21560:
I follow my momentum, turning to return attack at the unshielded warrior, my prey. A blow to the upper arm draws first blood from my victim, a second blow he parries...
02:07 Rock_Hard_Brock_Martin:
You cut my arm, breaking the bicep skin. This is real! I breathe deeply and parry the second blow, sending it wide. Not sure where I am getting this knowledge, it seems to seep into me from the living rock... I crouch and lunge low on my front leg, aiming the point of the blade at your thigh, looking to slice upon drawing it back
02:12 minotaur21560:
My eyes glint, and i inhale the scent of bladed battle, my chest swelling proudly. I see you as you prepare the move, bring down my shield with a loud CLANG, pinning your blade to the stone floor. Your eyes wide with fear, as i come up from behind, my arm brings the blade to poise for what is almost surely a fatal blow, the sword tip pauses, trembling on your flank, but does not enter to eviscerate...
02:13 minotaur21560:
"Warrior, you will not prevail here, with this, against me. Embrace your fate and serve me!"
02:15 Rock_Hard_Brock_Martin:
I drop my sword... I know I am beaten... for now "I surrender my blade now, but I do not agree to serve you. I am your prisoner, nothing more."
02:20 minotaur21560:
Glorying, the minotaur stands. The Bull's blade moves, neatly snagging the waistband of the warrior. It parts, the cloth rips, falls, settles gently on the ground, exposing the defeated enemy. Behind him his arms roughly gathered, a cord snakes around each, lashing them behind at the elbow, pushing out the warrior's chest in the correct style of those taken in battle and shown in heroic carvings. The minotaur steps back, to review his handiwork, his gaze resting on the rising and falling chest of his foe
02:21 Rock_Hard_Brock_Martin: You are not logged in.
02:27 minotaur21560:
I reach for my opponent, now rendered harmless by the bonds. My fingers closer round the helmet strap, i pull from behind, let you feel it endangering your air, then detach it and remove it
I crouch quickly before you, take another cord, red, to loop it round your full bag, then come between, wrapping, coiling, separating. I tie it off. Stand back to watch your labored breathing, the chest rising, falling. "This is the moment I prepared for, calling my opponent ever-victorious, for to look upon you thus, i am slain, and you are victor."
02:33 minotaur21560:
Was this mockery? or praise? There is a seriousness between the two opponents, who are bound by fate. The Minotaur waits, listening to hear the answer.
02:36 Rock_Hard_Brock_Martin:
I am completely exposed, vulnerable to any physical attack. I hear your words, and they leave me perplexed. He has me in his power, and yet I am the victor? He is slain?
Think Brock think
HE IS SMITTEN!
"Man-Bull, you have me in your physical power, but you long for my spirit, not to serve you, but to bond with you. You think that power over me will give this to you, but you are wrong. You are slain because you see a source of life in me that reveals to you your own death-existence without a willing partner, an equal to bond with you."
"I am beautiful, and full of life, and you cannot have it against my will."
"So gaze upon me and know your death"
02:46 minotaur21560:
The beast looks back, and swayed by the rhythm of the oratory, lets his own kilt fall, to reveal his desire... and remembers that encounter long ago, the strange use of the word "espoused"...
He reaches forward, touching the chest of the man, his captive.
"the other dream, where our roles are reversed..."
He cannot complete the thought, and meets the gaze of the one supposedly defeated.
02:51 Rock_Hard_Brock_Martin:
The other dream? our roles reversed?
That seems important information. I mustn't forget.
I meet your gaze and hold it, or at least I think so, trying to pry into the secrets that helmet is hiding.
"Are we at an impasse beast?"
02:56 minotaur21560:
I reach down, grasping hold of the shaft of your weapon... "There is something in you of me..." That bright defiance, that sureness of purpose, these are the beast's favorite flavors but this time, they are overwhelm, and he cannot bring himself to obliterate this prey or unman him. Again he looks down into the brave face...
01:41 minotaur21560: The bearded bull surveyed his prize for a moment and then spoke, “I see you, with chest thrust out, arms lashed at elbows, and balls tied, you whom Garras the bear would call ‘manling’.
What I want from you, you must give willingly, you say, and I agree… yet I have defeated you here, in my domain… or at least obtained your defeat by your will in this, the ritual of your transformation. Your ritual falls to me to conduct and you to endure, like so many rites of passage, among so many peoples thought history. Prepare for it now.
“As victor it is my right to look upon your body displayed thus, but you will remain bound in this manner only if you will it, only if you give it. I say it may serve well in your coming ordeal that you chasten yourself in this way, in humility, in expectation. But it can be so only with your consent.”
And the bull looks at his opponent, with care...
01:43 Rock_Hard_Brock_Martin:
What is this language? He mentions Garras? transformation?
I'm here for a rite of passage?
I strain against my bonds once again, but I am securely ties, safely neutralized. My toolbox has disappeared, so there is no crutch, no hope of a magical intervention from the WelCum Bar. Whatever this is, I am on my own.
I look up to the man-bull, "I understand the rituals of passage, I know that you mean to test me for some reason, to see what I will do or become. I have no idea why this is happening, I have not asked for it. I wil admit to you, because we have discussed it in the WelCum Bar, that I have been aware for some time of something trying to be born in me, born from me, something that wants to emerge. If this is what you are offering me, then I agree."
"You may remove my bods, I will neither fight not seek to flee."
01:49 minotaur21560:
"I would that you REMAIN bound. Do you then consent to this, under my restraint, red warrior?"
01:51 Rock_Hard_Brock_Martin:
I look at that helmet again ,willing myself to find the eyes it hides. "I consent."
01:52 minotaur21560:
The bull nodded, and he places a leash of rough rope on the neck of his prize, the bound red warrior. The bull leads the man forward, solemnly, as if into the Underworld, out of the chamber, down dark corridors of stone that were mostly featureless but for sputtering torches emplaced here and there.
The bull turned, as if eager to gaze upon his warrior, or as if soon he would no longer be able to do so, and again the minotaur spoke: “In Greece, drama was performed not for the audience, but for gods and ghosts. It is so here again.” And Brock the Red, who knows his opera, properly thought here of the hero’s passage through flames in the Magic Flute…
01:55 Rock_Hard_Brock_Martin:
"I am Tamino in this rite. I must not speak unless bidden, but receive in silence. I will be converted, transformed by these rites."
01:56 minotaur21560:
After traversing numberless narrow corridors and blind alleys of the maze, Brock is surprised to find the narrow corridor ahead ending in a wall with an ordinary door. Turning its knob the minotaur opens and gestures for Brock to go through. What he finds there takes his breath away…
01:56 minotaur21560:
Huge caverns, ceiling hundreds of feet high, encrusted with sparkling minerals and crystal latticework of blues and purples, like flower petals, and above, constellations of stalactites, all suffused by dim natural phosphorescence.
01:57 minotaur21560:
They move through a series of interconnected caverns, with sloping floors of variable height, in some places with the ceiling open to the night sky, full of stars. In one chamber, a section of the ceiling had fallen in, and a thin stream of water cascaded hundreds of feet through the air to splash upon stone that had once been its roof.
01:57 minotaur21560:
The temperature climbed as they walk further, the air wet and steamy, replete with the smell of sulphur. The fur of both warrior and bull was matted to their gleaming skin. They enter a circular chamber, the wettest so far, carpeted by volcanic black sand, almost too hot against their bare feet. The minotaur leads Brock to the edge of a steaming pool, the black sand as its shore. With the bull’s hand on Brock’s shoulder, the red warrior is bid to kneel. Beside them various strange implements and vials. Brock’s eyes pause on a Bear Skull vessel with a set of paint brushes beside it.

METAMORPHOSIS
01:58 minotaur21560:
"Does the prospect to come excite you, red warrior?"
01:59 Rock_Hard_Brock_Martin:
I grin "Seriously? My rite of passage is sex?"
Then I catch myself "I have always enjoyed sexual release, possibly more than many."
"Whatever you have in mind, do your worst"
02:00 minotaur21560:
The bull looks down at his brother, with obvious hunger...
The red knight stretched out, on the sand, looking like a king, probably affected by the strangeness of this journey. . His body shone in the dim light.
The opened jars fill the air with another scent, astringent, biting. A brush dipped in then turned toward the red fighter.
Brock the red feels the shock of cold liquid as the rough brush connected to his left nipple, with some pressure, then the brush began to spiral outward. He raises his head to see the pattern beginning to take shape on his taut chest. Blue of lapis lazuli.
Color of the sacrifice
The firelight changed: Green tints, red, blue. Now another brush, elaborately applying dots to the fighter’s flank. The humming sound evolving somehow in the air.
the phosphorescence evolving
the sound evolving
Then the brush worked on the fighter’s nearly hairless pate, tiny patterns. Brock’s mind fills with the patterns of the cavern ceilings.
Now Brock crouches on the edge of the pool as the bull frees the fighter's balls of their bond and takes a large brush to paint the knight’s scrotum. It was cold. Brock is predator now. He almost growled -- painted, hairless, completely erect, as was the Bull. The phosphorescence streaming sparks around them.
02:10 Rock_Hard_Brock_Martin:
The sights, sounds, and particularly the smells of this place move through me. I sense the presence of primal forces working on me, in me. The sensation of the brush on my skin electrifies nerve endings so that my skin itself becomes a hypersensitive receptor of physical touch, and my body shivers and jumps, feeling each individual bristle, tingling with life.
Discursive thought stops.
I am only present, utterly aware of the moment only, but this moment is dense, rich, teeming with force and life.
I crouch on the ground and feel a growl growing in my chest, rising and becoming louder in my throat.
02:12 minotaur21560:
The patterns on your body... suggestive of animality... that your magnificent man's chest may become even more deeply furred... that your stature may increase...
02:13 Rock_Hard_Brock_Martin:
My balls ready to burst the bonds of the scrotum. Aching. A magnificent erection.
02:14 minotaur21560:
I point to the steaming waters, reaching down, taking your upper arm, leading you. "It is very hot, be ready, be slow..."
I am used to it so i step in fairly quickly, wading out.. the water foaming phosphorescence around my legs
I turn back, gesturing for you to follow.
02:17 Rock_Hard_Brock_Martin:
I hesitate, almost breaking my connection with this cavern and its energies. But the urge to know IN MY BODY drives me forward as you gesture. MY foot enters the water, and I feel like the skin is being boiled off completely. Removing my foot, I see that it is not even reddened.
I walk slowly into the water, willing myself wordlessly to keep entering this cauldron, that there is no harm, despite what my sensitized skin is screaming to my brain.
What are you leading me into Bull-Man? Is this the test?
02:20 minotaur21560:
I pull you near, chest to chest... reach down, take the water in my hands, pour it on your furry chest. You flinch... I watch you, enjoying you.
"You feel what i am giving you."
02:22 Rock_Hard_Brock_Martin:
I am struggling to remain calm, to prove that I can withstand this cauldron like him. The water on my chest feels like it is burrowing into my pecs.
He holds my gaze... and I will myself to hold his.
I know he is giving me something, but I can't quite catch it. He calls me brother, what does he mean?
Then it comes to me in blinding light: He is giving me a living understanding of my body and its potential, opening a window into my deeper existence. He wants to help me release it and so he is sharing this place and its power and beauty with me, using it to open me up thorough all my senses. An image burst in my mind: A golden-red bear. It explodes into a thousand sparks.
02:33 minotaur21560:
I step behind you, covering you, full body contact, my hands traveling
learning... pausing, then continuing
You look down at them
and you feel what is behind you
02:35 Rock_Hard_Brock_Martin:
My cock rock hard and throbbing, hungry for release. Your hands on my skin sending electric currents through my whole being, body shivering, pulsing. I feel your hard cock sliding up against my ass. And I groan with hunger for it.
02:36 minotaur21560:
I push you forward, gently, holding you, settling you in the shallow water, on your hands and knees, my hand reaching under you, grasping your shaft, my other hand guiding my cock, seeking, finding the target, touching, parting, entering slowly
02:37 Rock_Hard_Brock_Martin:
I moan with pain as you enter me, your bull shaft huge, parting the edges of my canal. I relax and tighten my sphincter as best I can, trying to match your thrusting progress. You hit my prostate and I bellow with pleasure, the sound echoing throughout the cavern.
02:39 minotaur21560:
the water sloshes, as the speed increases, and in front my hand closes around your full balls, squeezing, pulling, cajoling, playing you... this i have wanted... full of aggression... taking you. the strokes now, short and quick, driving you to desperation.
02:40 Rock_Hard_Brock_Martin:
The bellow in my chest and throat deepens, develops a growling character
I am completely caught up in the animal energy of this fucking, "fighting back" with my hips and glutei squeezing your shaft tight and milking it even as you fuck me.
Your hand on my balls is driving me insane, my cock gushing pre now
02:42 minotaur21560:
I lean over, whispering "Ever victorious" with my cock up your ass... it is lightly mocking perhaps... but also deeply serious... as is my wanting and needing to take you now...
I push deeper and deeper now... owning, enjoying... aware of this moment that may not come again.... aware of what is coming, but i fight for it the more desperately, ripping, and in front, pulling, pushing, my prize, this warrior...
02:51 Rock_Hard_Brock_Martin:
You are getting rougher, more urgent, and my pleasure increases. My cock is ready to blow, you can feel it in the throbbing of its veins under your hand as you tear at my cock head
02:53 minotaur21560:
My balls slapping, churning, rising... Full of pride as i take you. lift you towards me now, turning you...
taking you from forward, looking at your face, at your desire...
02:54 Rock_Hard_Brock_Martin:
My hands grab your shoulders and my fingers (claws? what is happening?) dig into your skin. I will you to hold my gaze as we finish our primal rut.
02:56 minotaur21560:
Bellowing now, the bull takes you, fucking deeply, watching as the change begins to take shape....
02:57 Rock_Hard_Brock_Martin: You fill me with your seed and the metamorphosis begins
The seed of transformation making its way into me triggers the change
I arch my back and bellow with pleasure as I come, spilling my seed between us in a kind of exchange
My muscles thicken and my skin toughens
02:59 minotaur21560:
I watch the shape shift - roaring approval... the red fur lengthening into a full pelt...
02:59 Rock_Hard_Brock_Martin:
the hair on my body becomes coarser, thicker
my face changing, lengthening
My head reshaping itself AAAUUGGHHHHHHHHHHH there is pain in that
As you back away from me to observe, I get up to a crouch,. then stand; as the final physical changes takes place, I bellow my physical agony once more, shattering the cavern walls with the sound, stalactites falling.
03:01 minotaur21560: glorious
03:02 Rock_Hard_Brock_Martin:
I stretch out my arms, feeling my new body
Pulsing with LIFE!
03:02 minotaur21560:
I whack the water, splashing, sending waves, rippling light...
my hand stretching out to touch the paw and welcome the new bear...
03:03 Rock_Hard_Brock_Martin:
I drop to my knees, exhausted, breathing hard
My..... paw?.... grabs your preferred hand and I get up
03:03 minotaur21560:
LIft me, bear, feel your strength
03:04 Rock_Hard_Brock_Martin:
I grab you wordlessly and lift you up into a true BEARHUG, my first real one!
03:04 minotaur21560: MMMMMMMMM
03:04 Rock_Hard_Brock_Martin:
squeezing with the strength of my new muscles
delighting in this, in you.
03:05 minotaur21560:
i feel you enclose me - that you could snap me in two.
03:05 Rock_Hard_Brock_Martin:
my beast-godfather

EPILOGUE: The Return
Brock awakes in the back room of the WelCum Bar, it is day, but what day? The sounds of the crowds in the bar draw him out and he returns to the tribe of the WelCum.

Published: 2021-10-13, viewed 79 times.