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Following is the addition of Chapters 5 and 6, which completes Part One. Parts 2 and 3 are an additional 19 chapters available on Amazon (click the updated book cover) Chapter Five: Weeks Three and Four  The cults and city tour   I was back to my cheerful self the next day. I would go through periods of melancholy from time to time but tried not to fight or succumb to them. They soon passed and became less frequent. But during my first few weeks, there was a lot to get used to. Toward the end of the 3rd week, I adapted to Ruud and thoroughly loved getting fucked by him. He was just an inch and a half longer than Stanj, about as thick at 7 and 1/2 inches, and fit me well. We entered my 4th week almost fused together as we enjoyed marathon fuck sessions that could last a couple of hours when we used certain plants. That his body was the most spectacular display of muscle I had ever seen made it a pleasure to screw with him for hours. He had an extremely masculine look with his thin layer of soft, light brown fur and ongoing, 5 O’clock shadow on an otherwise clean-shaven face. He knew I liked it when he flexed, so he did it a lot, especially when we were alone. Overall, I was having a fantastic time despite the occasional sad moment.   By the end of the 4th week, they decided it was time to deepen my understanding of Xzardan society and take a tour of the city. They said the best way to explain the city’s layout was in reference to their spiritual beliefs, which motivated much of what they did. We devoted the day to the topic and discussed it while we hung out by the pool.                                                                                ◆◆◆     The cults:   The religious life of Xzarda appeared to comprise various cults fashioned after gods that were derived from Greek mythology. There was a continuous line of thought from their historical origin of ancient Greece, despite the centuries and light-years between them. However, this polytheism was mediated by the spirituality they adopted from the Muraan, which was at a greater level of abstraction. The overt Xzardan religious expression was a means of accessing the transcendent truths that were at the core of the Muraan civilization. Truths that are beyond cultural expression and become limited by the very act of describing them. There was far more going on than ancient Greek myths and lore. But the myths and the cults were an important means of accessing those truths and understanding Xzardan society. Every city-state organized itself according to the cults.   The Xzardans held as their founding myth that they emerged from Herakles’, or Hercules’, semen. This was also the belief of ancient Thebes and Sparta. The most masculine of demigods gave birth to their city-states. Hercules became a god in his own right in Xzardan thought, and the central figure in their pantheon of gods. He blended strength, aggression, and excellence with protection and nurturing.    Over time, various cults emerged that were rooted in gods associated with Xzardan society. Beginning with birth, Xzardans began in the women’s zone under the cult of Hebe, a wife of Hercules and a goddess of the young. This cult evolved over many centuries in the Muraan home world and was followed by Xzardan women. Females in the youth cohort remained under this cult as the boys moved to the male world when they began their tenth year.    The cult of Ares was the largest cult named after the god of war. It was for members of the military who also raised Xzardan youth. It contained the cult of Alexiares and Anicetus, named after the gods of youth and sport. Boys from the age of 10 onward left the Hebe zone and entered this male realm to learn to be adults and warriors. They graduated to the full Ares cult in their teens.    Ares provided spiritual and physical belonging within the military setting. Aggressive and nurturing, the cult was geared to expanding their society’s frontiers as a cohesive team. Members learned professions, practiced military and combat arts, and planned expeditions into the land of Phobos, the wild planet. Besides raising the youth and managing the military, it was also the home of the land forces.   The adherents of this cult were amazingly fit, always training in gyms and on the many sports fields scattered around their extensive zones. The Ares teens and men were very muscular. They had bodies that ranged from Earth athletes and local physique competitors to those of professional classic bodybuilders and beyond. This was the most popular cult, as all Xzardan boys are raised in the military, and many never felt a need to leave it.   Sexuality was a major component of the cults and began early in the cult of Ares, where they fostered various forms of homosexual love. The cult encouraged sexual activity among boys and mentorships of younger boys by older ones. Sexual relations between boys and adults were prohibited, however. The Xzardans were careful to ensure adult needs would not trouble those learning to be adults. Many Xzardan men had long-term relationships established from childhood while in Ares, and these bonds could either be sexual or platonic.   There was a cult of Poseidon, for guardians of the seas, who held both a naval and a managerial/merchant function. They managed the water frontier, which was susceptible to dangerous mega-faunae incursions. There were hundreds of thousands, if not millions, of gigantic sea monster-type creatures swimming the waters of the planet. Besides protection and wildlife management, they also managed maritime trade and traffic. These men were beautiful and elegant, taller than average, with a look of lean muscle. Very muscular by our standards but considered having ‘swimmers’ bodies’ by Xzardan ones. Many, like Dzaan, pursued bodybuilding with determination. They selected adherents to this cult from Ares among young adults who showed an interest in the sea. They were often adopted by older members who took them as lovers or added them to existing relationships.   The parallel cult of the air and communications was Hermes. The mega faunae threat from the air was not as severe as from the sea, but the airspace still needed careful management. Beside security, they managed air traffic to ensure Xzardan shuttle traffic and nascent Erindan air travel remained safe. They also managed the airwaves and broadcast communications.    Hephaestus was a popular professional and scientific cult that provided and distributed the information to run the society, and its managers. These included scientists and the intellectuals who taught in the universities. Ruud and Stanj originally came from this cult and the villa was located in the Haephestus, or ‘H’ zone.    The cult of Dionysus dealt with design and entertainment, which was a newer cult that grew in harmony with Erindan society, established since they landed on the planet. Others served separate niches such as the cult of Achilles, for running sports, or Pan for park management and recreation. Adherents of the cults shared many characteristics, both ideological and physical, and had their own legends and lore. But they all complemented the overall spiritual, intellectual, and testosterone-driven nature of Xzardan society.   The pinnacle of the cults, and the cult that captured my attention, was the cult of Hercules. Other cults fed into it as the ultimate expression of Xzarda. The focus of the cult of Hercules was strength, excellence, muscularity, and male beauty. Entry to the Hercules cult was by invitation to men from their late twenties onward, with a few very notable younger exceptions. They offered invitations to members from the other cults who were considered to have excellent bodybuilding potential and had achieved a level of excellence in their field. Being handsome helped as the cult emphasized male beauty. Ares provided most members, but there was representation from all the cults. Many ‘Hercs’, as I called the Hercules cultists, experienced a cult or two after Ares and before entering the Hercules one. The selection criteria were very stringent. Both Stanj and Ruud were from this cult, while Dzaan was in the Poseidon cult, but wanted to join this one.   The aim of the Hercules cult was bodybuilding. More precisely, it was to build the most muscle mass in the most aesthetic way possible for the Xzardan male, who already ranged in appearance from physique through classic to advanced bodybuilder while starting life out in Ares. Their aesthetic muscle mass was on frames that were generally 10-12 inches taller than those of Earthmen. The Xzardans spent centuries advancing their genetic manipulation and took their preexisting gene pool to new limits. One of their achievements was to suppress human myostatin, which inhibits human muscle growth. Another was to grow the average frame by over 15%. Their taller frames could hold a great deal more muscle, and by suppressing myostatin they could achieve a significant level of muscle mass.    Development of the Xzardan body focused on muscle size combined with aesthetics and resulted in a new ideal, buoyed by a religious devotion to muscular Herculean beauty. The Xzardan ideal was something closer to a well-morphed classic physique than to an overly ‘roided one which, in contrast, was amateurish and artificial-looking. Elite members of this cult with the best physical development appeared like imposing, yet beautiful and erotic, morphed musclegods. They were, in fact, the most spectacular of thousands of incredible musclegods. Literally, musclegod kings. Ruud was close to reaching this level.   As the homoeroticism of the Hercules cult was open and celebrated, besides achieving physiques beyond those of professional bodybuilders; appearance, muscle size, overall symmetry and proportion, and sex appeal were competitive goals. They also paid attention to the face, skin, the gluteus muscles, and the genital area. This was a very pleasant, and logical, contrast to the heterosexual dominant view of bodybuilding we are used to. Presentation was emphasized so artistry and elegance in posing and dancing routines were valued, especially at the elite level.    As the pinnacle of the cults, it was felt that expertise in military arts, sports, and or science was already proven. Now the focus would be on the art of male beauty as expressed in taking the muscular and tall Xzardan body to an aesthetic and ‘swole’ ideal to worship Hercules, the founder god of Xzarda. The ultimate combination of religion, testosterone, bodybuilding, and male homosexuality. This elite group would also take part in other sports such as wrestling or swimming, especially if they could display their massive and perfected muscularity while performing.      “Let me show you a few of the elite Hercules cultists. I have some holographs of a few men who are in the elite ranks so you can get an idea.” Ruud said.   I was intrigued to see what a holograph image was on top of seeing what a Xzardan elite bodybuilder looked like.   Ruud left, collected a small device, and brought it over to the table under the pergola where we were all hanging out. The device was like a credit card, which he made project an image about 3 feet square in front of us. At first, the image was of a dais and appeared solid and three-dimensional in the space which we looked at like a window. A few men stepped onto the dais in succession and performed posing/dancing routines.    The men were almost inconceivable. I had seen nothing like them. Ruud came close, but these supermen were at a higher league. They looked like massive cartoon musclemen with enormous arms and narrow waists. Their backs appeared to explode from their hips. They were also symmetrical and achingly beautiful. They posed and and danced to music gracefully and artfully. I felt guilty to be fascinated by these unbelievable monsters, but they got me hard. With Xzardan musclegods, bigger was better. One of them I found unusually handsome and exceptionally erotic. I couldn't look away from him. My dick became concrete and my heart beat faster as I watched his routine. I asked Ruud to play it back a few times. He knew who it was and looked amused by my interest.      “These men want to meet you,” Ruud said as he pointed to the device.    He seemed to say I could take my pick. I was overwhelmed and didn’t know what to say.       “When you’re ready.” He added, remembering he needed to go slowly.    Then I realized these were the men they were preparing me for. I thought I wouldn’t mind being kept as the sex slave of that super-hot musclehulk. I was thrilled and anxious, but easily distracted by Ruud as I realized his body was cleanly shaved, except for his face.      “Did you shave?” I asked.      “Yes, this morning.”      “Please take your toga off, I’d love to see more.”    He promptly complied. It amazed me how I could ask anything of him, and he would agree without fail.   He had a black posing pouch under the toga and looked more defined and even bigger completely shaved. He compared to the men on the holographs, and he was right in front of me and looked fabulously beautiful and powerful. Stanj and Dzaan were nowhere to be seen, and I was still hard after looking at so much fantastic holographic muscle. Ruud took it up a notch and posed. His shaved, tanned skin glistened with sweat, and his arms were larger than anything I had ever seen. They were well over 30 inches and perfectly sculpted. He was an amazing musclegod, and I knew his dick well. I loved to suck it before he fucked me. I wanted to do it again.      “You look amazing, Ruud. You may be the most beautiful bodybuilder I’ve ever seen.”    I was getting into worship mode, and he ate it up. The more I admired him, the more he flexed and tried to impress me. He watched himself pose in the reflection from a mirror set up for that purpose. I thought of the Hercules cult and how I too was a worshipper of Hercules, and Ruud was the perfect stand-in. I stripped and dove into the pool, hoping he would follow. I noticed he was watching in the reflection and removed his briefs.    His beautiful, perfect prick was hard. He flexed at the edge of the pool while his 10 and ½ inches danced in front of him. I licked my lips as I stared. He sat on the rim of the pool with his feet in the water and beckoned me. I swam up between his legs and got hold of his delicious meat. I closed my eyes and thought of Hercules as I went down on him, only to open them and see him flex his biceps as his abs and pecs heaved with each of his breaths. He groaned as I gripped him harder in my cheeks and played around his foreskin with my tongue. I slurped and smacked my tongue and lips on him as I’d come out to explore his shaft and balls. My cock was singing in the water as I worked his using all the techniques I learned over the years, from long licks to gentle nibbles and detailed attention to his crown and slit.      “You are fantastic, Ruud,” I exclaimed as I slurped on his penis.    He decided to jump into the pool and grab me from behind after he scooped up some lube from a nearby jar. I knew what was coming and eagerly anticipated his moves. He squeezed me against his pecs and abs and manipulated his hand to push the lube into my ass. He used his index finger to massage and play while he ensured I was adequately wet. I pictured his beautiful hard tool and outrageously fantastic muscle behind me and smiled in my inner mind.  I bent over to accept him and steadied myself with the edge of the pool. His cock slid easily inside after a brief sting, and I gripped it as he felt his way through my warm hole.      “You’re so comfortable, Gray’shn. You fit like a glove and  I could think of nowhere else I’d rather be.”    He drove his cock into me with a steady and methodical rhythm as I held the pool’s edge. I enjoyed feeling the length of his shaft and its head push against my lower stomach as our flesh rythmically slapped.      “I feel like I’m with the gods.”   All I could do was grunt softly in reply. I was being fucked by a god, so I was definitely with them. His long dick and the thought of him had me in rapture. He bent with me and gripped me tightly in his gigantic arms as he persistently drilled. I couldn’t go anywhere, he had me pinned and trapped, and I was loving it.      “You’re wonderful sex, Ruud.” I managed to say.    I wanted to stroke his ego; I loved what he was doing to me. He held my cock in his hand and played it with skill. He learned how to control when I came. I suppose he could sense the movements in my junk.    He held me back from cumming as he continued our pleasure. I could sense his need to accelerate and release. He held me tighter and increased his pace while his hand massaged my cock. He was powerful, and I was glad I had become stronger. He didn’t use all his strength, but even his attempts at being gentle were rough with his enthusiasm. I loved that he was enthusiastic, even if I would be sore for a while after. He made me his happy cock slave, no doubt about it.   At the moment he released, he withdrew his member and his milky mess oozed into the pool, as did mine. He pulled me around and lifted me in his arms so we could kiss, and I could feel more of him. He was the most Herculean of the three hosts, and I was in awe of his incredibly well-built body, and loved his brutally handsome, fuzzy face.      “Do you want to take a nap with me?” He asked.      “Mmm, yeah!” I emitted as I basked in his awesomeness.   He took some towels, and I watched him as he dried himself off. He smiled and came over to dry me as I stared at him, dripping wet. Still bent to dry me, and buck naked, he lifted me over his shoulder, stood up, and took us to a daybed at the other end of the terrace. We lay kissing for a while until we passed out.                                                                               ◆◆◆   City Tour   On the last day of my fourth week, we toured the city by shuttle. Dzaan took the lead, and I got in the front with him as Stanj and Ruud settled in the back. We headed over the hills behind us where a group of lesser cults was clustered with several small temples nested in a central area. Otherwise, there were villas and fascinating housing complexes set among the hills and trees. From there we passed the vast Ares areas that had various centers and intriguingly designed residences. They peppered these among neat sports fields, courts, pools, and spaces whose uses I couldn’t identify. Half were full of activity, with shirtless and/or superbly well-built uniformed men everywhere in all manner of groups and combinations. We slowly traveled westward toward the Ares zone seafront and port area and passed various sorts of military and recreational activities along the way.    Going north along the coast in a giant curve, we passed the Ares youth zone and some beautiful complexes that housed and educated small groups of the thousands of kids. Each complex was like a color-coded micro-village and there were over one hundred of them in the vast zone. Interspersed between the complexes were forests, trails, sports fields, stadiums, and other buildings that created a maze for activity and areas for children to explore and connect between complexes. The area was designed from a young boy’s perspective and seemed like a kid’s paradise.   Along the coast from the Ares areas was a buffer forest that separated a small village that made up the alternative lifestyle area. It looked like a pretty seaside town with futuristic architecture and had a less organized character. It was part of the city but still had a unique character. I noticed a few people in traditional family groups with parents and kids, which was very Earth-like. The district’s border with the Hebe zone was defined by a stream and linear park.    The Hebe zone had different areas for different uses, the main one being to raise 45,000 children. It had a large port with constant ferry traffic with Eyra, a few miles away. Erindan help was essential to raising the newest Xzardans. The sector also included five islands used for recreation where men were not permitted.    At the top of the curve next to the Women’s zone was the Haephestus, or ‘H’, zone and the hills where our villa was situated. The zone included a mid-sized island that was the campus of the city’s version of a university and held the cult’s main temple. It was otherwise residential, as most members worked in the Central sector next to and in front of it.   As we got to the Central zone, Dzaan mentioned Anaxandri was the third Xzardan city-state to be established 60 years ago. They would always know it as one of the three original city-states, but it was relatively new. The Central zone was spectacular with classic columned architecture using colored polished stone and futuristic, alien-looking buildings in glass, wood, and metal. These buildings were light and open and had various effects on their surfaces, from pulsing colored light to shimmering facades which created a sense of constant activity. This movement was harmonious rather than a vast cacophony of color and sound like a large Earth city, or an Erindan one. The city itself was like artwork. It was inviting from afar and delightful up close. Each building seemed to have spaces you would want to explore and inhabit. The architecture had the effect of making you wish to enter, even if you had no reason to.   I noticed there were few stores, or maybe none, and some things looked like stores but weren’t. Shopping was not a focus in the Central zone. However, there were many places to eat and meet to have refreshments. There was a lot of street activity among the amazing buildings. When I asked about it, Stanj said they did not have a money economy. There was no ‘trade’. Whatever anyone needed was available to take, or order, or an Erindan would give it to you. Most Xzardans requested what they needed remotely, and it would either be delivered, or they would go get it. From furniture to doctor visits. No money was necessary. A computer system managed it all to ensure supply met demand in a fair and streamlined manner. They gave citizens who made outstanding contributions to the society some better perks, like nicer housing and shuttles. Or preference to travel wherever and whenever they wanted within the ‘tamed’ area if a place was popular. Because resources were plentiful, the system could meet evolving demand without experiencing scarcity, just the occasional delay. And they could respond to shifting demand quickly. One could say the means of production were fully mature… beyond, in fact. Their technology could produce anything, including new cities.    The average Xzardan lived what we would consider a life free from want in beautiful settings. A wealthy and successful life by Earth standards. And then, you could have even better accoutrements to distinguish those who pursued excellence more fervently and achieved it. We passed some incredible villas that were far more outstanding than the one I was in, which itself would be a multi-million-dollar estate in the US or Australia. And yet the goal of Xzardans was not an endless rat race, but to contribute to their society. For most, additional trappings of success were unnecessary but accepted to show to others the value of pursuing excellence. Their socio-economic organization engendered a culture of authenticity and warmth. It’s contrast to Earth made clear that the pervasive sense of not having enough is the root of so many problems.   Dzaan stroked my leg and turned to look at me as Stanj talked. He was exceptionally handsome and exotic. I puckered at him, and he bent over to kiss me. These men were far more affectionate than I was used to, which was unexpected as they were so buff and powerful. Despite their good looks, they appeared intimidating and fearsome. Yet all they wanted to do was have sex, kiss, and eat.    Over an hour and a half elapsed on our tour, and it was time again to have lunch. We landed at the edge of the Central zone where it bordered the Dionysian one to stretch our legs and grab a bite. The Dionysian section was small, but it curved around the central zone and connected to the ‘H’ one. We walked along the part closest to the seafront and the shuttle. They devoted this zone to design and entertainment. There were several theatre-like buildings used for large parties and the performing arts. We headed into a communal dining hall that was a colorful space with long tables and private booths. We sat at a table with more than a few beautiful men who were super fit, even if not as thickly muscular as my friends. Most of the Dionysian guys were sexy, and they were characteristically affectionate among themselves. We generated a lot of interest. After Ruud ordered several plates for us, a few of the men came over to talk.   I was the chief object of interest. I realized there was a reason I had seen little of the city earlier. It’s not that they were hiding anything from me, but that everyone would be curious about the Earth ‘traveler’ and would want to meet me, which the guys thought would overwhelm me in the beginning. They had just started bringing Earth guys to Xzarda successfully a couple of years ago, and there were only around 4-5 in the entire city. Everyone knew about us, but few had seen us. We were part of their roots, from their home planet, and living connections to it. Plus, there was a sexual attraction to us, not least because we were part of their roots and exotic, smaller adult men.    I enjoyed the attention from scores of hot guys in that restaurant. It was exciting to see other Xzardans. I only encountered Ruud, Stanj, and Dzaan… and Shen since I arrived. Besides their great looks, it impressed me they all knew of me and were very welcoming. I became more comfortable understanding that the worst thing that could happen was to have been abducted, and if I was okay with that, then I had nothing to worry about. The Xzardans were otherwise genuine, and their actions and words were consistent.   After lunch, we walked along the seafront for a few blocks. We soon reached a small district that blended out from the Dionysian zone, which was the young men’s zone. This was an area for young adult men who graduated from the Ares youth area. When an adult Xzardan male reached twenty, they could live in this section to sow their wild oats, so to speak. The area was for 20-27-year-olds who wanted to party and explore different careers. It was not for nothing they were next to the Dionysian zone. Their neighborhood was also surrounded by cults other than the Ares one, and they were encouraged to explore various options. Members of this age cohort could also move to the parallel section in any city-state whenever they decided. Toward the far edge of the area, we could see large docks emerge on the seafront as the Poseidon zone came into view. We returned to the shuttle to examine it by air.   The Poseidon cult was a prominent one in Xzarda, as so much depended on the defense of the marine frontier. The oceans were hostile, and the archipelago was a significant maritime territory that had to be kept clear of dangerous mega-faunae. Most intra-Xzardan trade was by sea. The Erindan provinces were even more dependent on sea traffic, as air travel was still new to them. The Poseidon zone was not as vast as the Ares ones, but it was huge. Its seafront was equivalent to that of the Central zone. It also contained large offshore islands that were used to construct vessels and platforms to exploit marine resources. There seemed to be far more activity in this zone than the two we just explored, but we were in the shuttle and covered a lot more territory. Dzaan was very animated when he talked about all things Poseidon, as he had been a member of the cult for over a dozen years.   Poseidon’s eastern boundary was a small mountain range that tumbled into the sea and created a natural barrier. Massive boulders littered the seafront, and you could not see beyond them. The outermost mountain of the chain seemed like it had its top sliced lengthwise, as there was an immense flat rock face up high that stood sentinel for the city behind it. On the other side of the mountains, and built into them, was the Hercules zone.   The Herc zone was isolated, like its own town - or what seemed like its own resort. The whole city-state appeared affluent, but this area was a step higher. Access was by a single road, or via water, or by air, as most Anaxandrians had their own shuttles. They built villas into the mountains overlooking the beaches. Some appeared like high-end apartment blocks with wide balconies and communal pools.    The mountains gave way to a shallow plain and then beaches and a small peninsula, as well as a forest that served as a buffer between it and the adjacent Hermes zone. The flat areas off the main beaches and on the peninsula held fields for various sports, many open-air areas for weight training and gymnastics, swimming pools, and gym-bath complexes. There were also large public buildings, including a spectacular temple at the tip of the peninsula, and many varied places to eat. They lined parts of the beaches with what looked like cabanas, which allowed for guys to interact privately while out and about. Sex was welcomed and widely encouraged in this cult as it was devoted to male beauty and sex-appeal.   Wherever I looked, I could make out men with big bulges and fantastic physiques. There were hot musclemen of various Xzardan shapes and sizes everywhere, and even from our higher vantage point they appeared spectacular. Many seemed morphed in a superbly aesthetic way, like Ruud and Stanj, and some looked even bigger. If the whole city-state had about 300,000 people, 175,000 of whom were adult men, then 1 in 35, or 5,000, of the most worked-out, buff, and beautiful Xzardan guys were members of the Hercules cult and permitted to live in this area. Chances were, I was attracted to each of them. It was a gay musclesex paradise with Erindans around to cater and clean up.    With soon to be eight city-states on the planet with similar demographics, the Cult of Hercules held about 40,000 members planet-wide, each of whom would inspire universal awe as an other-worldly musclegod. These men were part of a complex hierarchy of ever-better development and display. It would take me a while to untangle the nuances, but they designed the matrix of contests to occupy thousands of competitive men driven to impress and excel.      “Will we be able to get out?” I asked, eager to see some Hercs up close.      “Not today, but you will spend time here,” Ruud said. “You'll meet some elite men soon and may decide to stay with them. They definitely want to meet you…” He grinned as he said that.    I was excited by the prospect, those holographs I saw of a few of them captured my imagination, but the reality scared me a bit as well. I was on my own in an alien world and the elite men would be unbelievably powerful.      “The city-wide elite competition is in about a month, and we will go to it together.” Stanj said.    Which sounded like a done deal, but all the members of the Hercules cult attended that event. I liked the ‘we’ part, I was comfortable having a group to explore from. I considered us a team and avoided thoughts of separating from them.   We continued to the Hermes zone on the other end of the buffer forest. This zone was different again and busy with shuttle traffic. Every flying object was plugged into the Hermes control system, which managed air traffic. For example, Dzaan set the parameters of our preference to fly low to tour the city that day. The system prevented possible collisions and could pre-empt the driver/pilot if necessary. Erindan air travel, which was at an early stage and limited to commercial travel, was integrated into this control system for added safety. This was another example of how the Xzardans mentored the Erindans.    The Hermes men were sky-focused and used tall, narrow buildings with bulbs, or caps, which looked like tall mushrooms, or palm trees, or dicks, in hues of blue and silver. At ground level, variously shaped curved buildings were sprinkled among the taller ones in interesting, silver-hued colors. There was a major skyport by the forest, and the shoreline held four long docks that accommodated different vessels. The mountains that cut the Herc zone off grew and extended behind the Hermes zone, and were where most of the members lived. Beyond those mountains were forests and Erindan farms. The zone itself was larger than the Poseidon one, but without the islands.   After the Hermes zone, a secluded zone and a small archipelago started off the coast. A few of the islets closest to the coast, along with the adjacent seafront and area around it, was the Governor’s zone and the end of the city. This zone was particularly beautiful, with buildings and villas set among the islands and waterfront. Its central square on the mainland was like a small maritime Zocalo, surrounded by eight major  buildings in blue and white polished stone embedded with designs in colored metal. These were used for city governance and religious observances.    Stanj said their elders, who were Xzardans in their 70s to 100s, governed as a service rather than retire or pursue a spiritual path. There were 101 members on the governing council or Senate. Members served for set terms of five years or fewer, as they wished. Decisions were made democratically within the council. As all Xardans participated in a form of direct democracy, and were aware of all issues, the council was tasked to reflect public sentiment. This pressure caused most Xzardans to view sitting on the council like performing jury duty.    All the cults were represented among its members, including Hebe, which had a third of the seats as women were one-sixth of the population but also guardians of the children under 10. If the city-state could not find 101 members from the elder cohorts in a given year, they would randomly select adult Xzardans to serve one-year terms.    We circled a few islands and then flew behind the Hermes mountains back home over forests and a large swathe of the Ares zone. The forests looked like Earth from a distance, but on closer examination, the trees were very different. Some were like giant pinecones on stalks, but the cones were palm fronds that grew in a weird shape. The space beneath these trees was filled with cycads and a thick bush with branches that twisted around wildly with little leaves, and apparently flowered spectacularly in the rainy season. A few other types of trees were interspersed that took advantage of open light. They looked more like Earth trees such as tall eucalyptus or giant redwoods. The forests were green as photosynthesis was present, but the light was different, so colors appeared more vivid with a blueish tint. A forest must have completely covered the area of the main city at one time, as it seemed like vegetation grew everywhere it found an open space.    Within a few minutes, we were back at the villa.      “Now, Gray’shn, you know where you are,” Dzaan said.    Little did he realize I was never good with directions.      ------------------------------------------------    Chapter Six: Weeks Five to Nine   It was interesting to have seen other Xzardans and put the guys in context. I trained with Dzaan a few days earlier and was learning to accommodate his larger size. He was a couple of inches longer than Ruud and thicker at 8 inches at his widest. Dzaan easily fit with the Hercs. He had a phenomenal physique and appeared much more muscular than anyone I saw in the Poseidon zone. He also visibly grew since I first met him. I was becoming attached to Ruud but screwing with Dzaan brought back my intense feelings for him in a rush. It was a good thing my body was strong, and I seemed to heal and recover quickly. All my butt-related functions were normal, the heavy workouts had no worrisome effects. They say lots of lube is important for the full enjoyment of that part of us. I also learned to improve my muscle control.   I was more and more interested in going out. I loved the villa, but I enjoyed the communal dining hall we went to, and I was intrigued by what I saw while flying over the Herc zone. Especially since the Xzardans were so friendly. I had a taste of the outside and I was hooked. I thought about that, my lessons, and daily life with the guys more than Earth. I had all these new clothes from Shen that were intended for use in public, but just wore a simple short gray toga, a couple of pairs of swim briefs, or a short tunic, or nothing. We could clean our clothes almost instantly, so the same outfit was always fresh. We also enjoyed looking at each other’s bodies, and clothes weren’t a big focus. Although I became a connoisseur of their posing wear....   As antsy as I could get wanting to explore, the guys could easily distract me. They came to know me so well each one could anticipate my moods through micro-expressions. The fact they were so smart was often disconcerting, but most times sexy. They played me well and seemed to be having a lot of fun.   By the middle of the 6th week, my training was almost complete. Dzaan became rougher and more exuberant over time and pounded me with his incredible tool a few hours a day. He worked me like a genuine artist and drove me to new heights of ecstasy. We used special plants for longevity and spent entire afternoons alone together. He taught me how to receive him and optimize his pleasure by squeezing on him and taking control while he lay flat on his back. He emphasized talking to him and letting him know what I wanted and when, and to ask and listen to him. I was more fit with greater stamina and could explore many new positions to get the most pleasure out of his cock. And give him gratification. He emphasized that communication is key as different men have varied tools and that is how you learn to use them well. We took it a few steps beyond Ruud, but I was eager to bring my new skills to both him and Stanj. From being a reluctant bottom, I learned to become very good at it and preferred doing that more than anything else with my guys.      “You’re a very sexy pup, Gray’shn. We did not expect you to be this much fun. You learn fast and you are irresistible. Whoever you want would be very lucky to be with you.” Dzaan said.      “I’m pretty satisfied being with you guys,” I replied.    The thought of the elite musclegods intrigued me a lot, as did any of the Xzardans I had seen so far, but I loved my guys and was comfortable with them. I could not conceive of not being with them.   Ruud and Stanj came over to the main table on the terrace as Dzaan and I were munching. They were both glistening with sweat and were topless in short white tunics. They were thickly muscled, pumped, beautiful beasts.      “Did Dzaan tell you? He accepted our invitation to become part of the Hercules cult.” Stanj said.      “Wow, that’s great! Congratulations Dzaan.” I said.      “It is a commitment, and I will wrap up my life with the Poseidon cult. I'll be devoted to bodybuilding full-time and enter the Hercules contest cycle… I'll also live with Stanj and Ruud. You brought us together, Gray’shn.”      “Thanks, I never thought of myself as a matchmaker!”    I considered the irony of being a matchmaker to my alien abductors. I may have taken Stockholm Syndrome to a new level. I also wondered where I fit in, as usual. I knew I was being prepared to meet the elite Hercules cultists and that the guys had not yet reached that status. At some point, we would separate, and I would experience more loss, which already nagged at me. I was happy for Dzaan, but a little worried. I loved them and was content with the way things were. It wasn’t very clear what would happen next.      “Dzaan has the making of a champion. He’s also achieved a great deal with the Poseidons. I’m sure they’ll still want you for assignments from time to time.” Ruud said as he looked to Dzaan and then turned to me.       “Hey, whatever happens, it’s you who will want to do it. And we know you will. But you will always have us to rely on if things don’t work out for whatever reason. Your bond with us as your first Xzardan friends and you as our Earth friend will last forever and our homes will always be your homes.”    Ruud could read me well. I snuggled up to him and we kissed a bit, and Stanj moved around to hug us both.      “We live in a place like this one in the Herc zone.” Added Stanj, as if to reinforce Ruud.    I forgot we were in a temporary place. And why not just move there? I thought. But even I realized it was complicated. Dzaan came over and pulled his huge semi-hard salami out of his briefs and tapped the top of my head with it. That was my cue to get up from the table and follow him for our next session. He took me to the posing room and shut the door.      “I want to try something special with you, okay?”      “Sure, I’m yours for the taking.” I was as agreeable as they were. I loved and trusted Dzaan completely.      “Stay here, I’ll be back in a minute.”   I settled in on the bed. My tunic and briefs were still on, so I slipped them off. The room was empty and windowless except for the bed that was like a flat table of 7 x 8 feet. It had a thin cushion and a black vinyl-like covering. Dzaan closed the door behind him, and a soft light illuminated me. I could smell nothing, except for my armpits. There was a small table next to the bed which had a couple of flasks of water to drink. It was silent. After a couple of minutes, I felt bored and fidgeted with my toes.       “Come on, Dzaan.” I thought to myself.    I figured I should be patient. I continued to wait.   I heard the door whoosh open. Dzaan came through the entry dressed in a black bodysuit trimmed in a luminous gold with lines that enhanced the bulges of his swollen muscle. The material was like a rubberized Lycra that clung to him in a way that revealed every vein of his physique. His head was covered by a cowl that allowed the top of his hair to escape and framed his handsome face. The headgear was entirely black except for a stylized band at the forehead in an abstract, Xzardan design that incorporated curves and angles. From his neck, along his traps, over his shoulders and down his biceps was a narrow line of pulsating metallic gold. The suit covered his arms and gloved his hands. The shimmering trim traced his pecs and abs.    From the back, the gold lines formed a diamond shaped design with chevrons that pointed to his almost perfect buttocks. The material cleaved into his butt crack. It dished up his butt like a shrink-wrapped prize. The lines followed the contour of each demi-sphere. There was a spiral design on the sides of his cheeks that descended along the sides of his legs in an unbroken line to the covering on his feet. His cock was full and stretched the rubbery fabric at the crotch as his weapon tried to push out of it but was held in place. The fabric stretched by his boner formed a pouch area that revealed the shape of his big, round balls. He looked massive and striking. My cock sprang to attention.      “Do you want to feel?”      “How d’you guess?”      “I don’t know, maybe it was your hardening cock.”   I got up and felt the fabric over his abs. I traced the outlines of the veins that squiggled over each chunky section. My fingers easily slid over the tight material. He smelled like Dzaan. I buried my face in his stomach and let it glide down to his crotch. I could see the veins on his prick as it pressed against the bodysuit. A bit of pre-cum emerged at his head. I wiped my lips on his hard member and kissed the wet spot. I looked up, and he was flexing his biceps. They may have now grown to the size of Ruud’s. As I looked, he bent over and flung me on my back.      “I wore this suit to prepare you.”   As he said that, two poles rose from the head of the bed. He climbed over me to grasp something from a pole as his junk brushed my face. As I attempted to grab his cock in my mouth, he clipped my hands into cuffs secured by the poles. He leaned back on his knees to watch me struggle. He smiled a grin that was wider than I ever saw on him.      “Ooh, you are really fine when you struggle. Do it some more, I love watching you flex and tense.”   I laughed with him and went along. He started touching himself over his suit, pulling his full cock as it stretched the fabric. He looked fantastic and yet I could not touch myself. I struggled some more as I realized I could not hold my dick. He laughed even harder as he stroked himself. Then he pulled out a blindfold from the side of the bed and covered my eyes.      “Now, dear pup, I am going to have my way with you. But first, I need to get out of this suit.”      “I really loved the suit.”      “It’ll be in the way.”      “You look incredible in it.”      “You can’t see it anymore, anyhow.” he laughed.   I felt him slide off the bed. I was eager for the next thing. I didn’t like not knowing what was going on. I struggled a bit involuntarily.      “Keep doing that, you look so good, pup. …I may have to cum part way through this.”   I heard fabric moving around. Then a bump. Then more movement. I imagined him struggling to peel off the suit. I laughed.      “What’s funny?”      “Nothing.” I giggled some more.      “Maybe I should have brought a gag.”      “Sorry, I’ll stop.” I tried to seal my lips.       ‘I’ve come so far.’ I thought to myself.   I snickered, then exploded with laughter.   I felt a bang on my mouth. He tapped it with his heavy prick and caught me by surprise. I became quiet.       “Keep flexing, I like it.”   I struggled a bit to make my body tense and emphasized my biceps. The sound of his masculine voice excited me. I wanted to touch myself and started fucking the air. I heard his accented grunts of approval. I knew if I asked him to touch me, he would deliberately take longer to do it. And then I felt my cock glide in his warm mouth. Xzardans were compassionate.    As I thought of cumming, I felt him kiss my belly and suck my nipples. I soon smelled his skin and breath above me. Then a wet kiss that became insistent as his tongue reached my throat. I grabbed it with my lips as his saliva soaked my goatee. I thought about his beautiful face, which made me crave release again. He lifted his head off me and I felt the weight of his fleshy club on mine. It was nice to feel the pressure as my hips rose to feel more of him with my jewels. Then I felt the bulbous head of his cock push into my balls and then my armpits. I could sense him moving toward my head. I rapidly stuck my tongue at him like a lizard to let him know I wanted to kiss him. He pressed his head on my lips. My mouth widened to encompass as much of it as it could without touching teeth. Finding its eye with my tongue, I believed I made a fortunate encounter with a Cyclops.   He rubbed me with it for a while. Then he held my left leg up by my ankle and clipped it into another device and did the same on the other side. Something must have come down from the ceiling as I was now fully bound. My legs were in the air with my butt hole pointing outward and my hands remained tied behind me. I struggled some more and heard Dzaan snicker with delight. He pressed a handful of a cool, sticky substance into me while he massaged my rear. I then felt his warm tongue carefully lick the fruit from my ass. I noticed a rush as he ate from me and then waves of dopamine engulfed my head. We were in fact sharing a sundowner fruit, but this one was new. His tongue massaged the rim of my anus. He tried to go deeper and taste more fruit. I breathed deeply a few times. He came up.      “Don’t tell me you’re tired already!”      “No, I love it. Keep going, please.”      “Okay, but brace yourself.”   He positioned the head of his dick at my hole and teased it. Then, he thrust himself into me fully in one swift movement. He stopped. He gave me time to adjust and feel him. It stung. He slowly moved so I could feel him better. Gradually, he pumped, at first sliding back and forth only an inch. I took deep breaths and relaxed. As I did so, he quickened his pace. This had the effect of stimulating the remaining fruit inside me.   He used more of his length as a rush overcame me. I hugged him when I reclaimed control, only to be relaunched repeatedly into oblivion. I focused on the feeling of my insides and the sense of thrill. My balls felt sore, and I struggled to touch myself. I heard him laugh and felt him increase his tempo. Then a clammy hand gently pressed on my junk and I tried to move into it. I groaned and squeezed on him. The waves of rush were now a tingle in my head. My heart felt warm in my chest and beat faster. He emitted a deep growl as he moved himself to feel the sensations of his tool. The sound of deep ‘ah’s’ accompanied my gasps.    I could smell my odor mixed with the musky scent of Dzaan, his breath and hints of my poo. I found it intoxicating. His beefy balls spanked me harder. His fingers held my cock at its base to suppress my emerging cum. He thrust harder.    Then more determined.    His balls felt heavy. My hole was sore.    His hand released me. And my insides suddenly felt empty. Then I felt some splattered cum.   Dzaan was panting, softly repeating, “Oh Gray’shn.”   He cleaned the dripping santorum from my butt. My legs were still aloft. I felt his tongue on my balls. Then on my taint. It felt warm and wet and comforting. He cupped my butt in his hands and fit his lips around the base of my cock and sucked it like a teat. Continuing, he slurped as he breathed through his nose. I was already so close, and then my cum surged forward and dropped down his throat.   I felt his hands around my left ankle and the sound of unclipping. Then the other side. He lowered my legs and pulled up beside me on the bed. He pulled the blindfold off. I looked at his smiling face and thought, ‘Fuck, this man is incredible.’ He seemed even more handsome and buff than ever. Still tied to the bed and helpless, he gazed at me with a shit-eating grin. I struggled and flexed to entertain him. He bent over and kissed me, then took full control of my mouth. I genuinely struggled with my hands trapped, I wanted to grab onto him. Laughing, he moved over to untie me.      “How was that, pup?”      “Not something I’ll soon forget. That was quite an experience. You did good.”   I glanced on the floor and saw his suit looked like an insignificant black and gold rag about 18 inches long.      “I thoroughly enjoyed it. You were really delectable; you will never know how amazing it is to fuck you.… I won’t forget this.”                                                                             ◆◆◆     Weeks 7 to 9   By the time the eighth week started, the guys and I had regular group sex sessions and we avoided one-on-one scenes. We were deepening our bonds, but I was also reminded that there was a lot of Xzardan Hercs who wanted to meet me. To keep me as their lover would contradict what they were tasked to do. They also showed me more holographs of their top champions. I couldn’t help it, but each one I saw turned me on. And yet I did not want to give up my life with the guys.   From what I could tell, the Hercules cult held a series of annual city-level competitions for various titles, which culminated in the titles of Hercules of each city-state. This kept an ongoing momentum of contests and exhibitions to fuel a continuous effort for the Hercs to perfect their bodies and routines. Posing routines were also more elaborate and incorporated dancing and flexing in a way that reflected personality, muscular achievement, and sex appeal. A goal in this sex-driven, testosterone overloaded society was to be widely desired, and muscle was a hotly desired male trait.   I had yet to see any of my city-state’s titleholders in the flesh but judging from the holographs they were all beyond Ruud in development and undeniably magnificent. Somehow, they would be selected from the top 5% of the Hercules cultists, which meant competing directly amongst an elite cadre of 250 of the Herc zone’s 5000 musclegods. The contest/exhibition calendar narrowed the top 250 down to about 50 of the absolute best, if determining that could even be possible among so many perfectly developed musclegod kings. What I did not realize was that the next city-wide competition was to be held in less than 2 weeks... and they invited me as an honored guest!   Later, they would hold a planet-wide contest to name the Hercules of Xzarda as a whole. This Hercules event would occur in 2 of their months at the beginning of their new year. It was part of the new year celebrations and ended in a week-long Bacchanalia in the winner’s city. This competition took place among 5 titleholders from each city-state, or 35 Herculeses (soon to be 40 with the newest city-state), which gave each city 5 chances to win.   The reason I believed they spent so many resources to get me to Xzarda was to enhance their genetic diversity. The original 250 men who were abducted by the Muraan provided adequate genetic diversity, but they believed more human stock would improve the strength of the Xzardan people and enhance its overall beauty. Those like me they imported from Earth were considered ‘pure’, as opposed to themselves who they saw as less ‘pure’. It would not matter what the ethnic or racial origin of the import would be. Humans from Earth were root homo sapiens stock. This gave us a cachet amid these supermen who actively and consistently pursued perfection with a religious determination through all the cults. As the Hercules cult was enticing to me, this complemented another motivation for my happy kidnaping.   Among the lore of the Hercules cult is the story of Iolaus, Hercules’ favorite lover. It is embedded in Xzardan consciousness as an ideal, highly sought-after form of love. However, Iolaus is much smaller than Hercules, and far less muscular, but is an adult who can grow a beard. Man-boy love is not approved of in Xzarda, the youngest permitted age for an adult man to have sex with is 18-19 years old, and even then it is seen as being of questionable ethics to date guys who are still in the Ares youth zone. Not to mention, the competitiveness and energy of teenage Xzardans rarely make for a stable love affair. They viewed it as better to engage with men who have graduated to the young men’s zone and left the Ares youth areas behind them.   Thus, the Iolaus story is a rare ideal and fantasized over by most of the giant Hercules cultists who discuss it endlessly, but invariably satisfy themselves with other musclemen, their main available attraction, or the occasional tryst with a younger and relatively smaller Xzardan man from other cults. And so, I learned I was as desired by these supermen as they turned me to jelly at the sight of them. Maybe even more. What I did not yet fully realize was that the Hercules competition was also widely understood as a ‘coming-out’ event for me, where I would be seen by the local cult’s 5000 musclegods. They would also introduce me to some top musclegod kings, including the winner, who I would have a role in selecting. The guys knew that after the competition I would probably not be coming back to stay with them, but I was still not sure of what was ahead and feared the unknown. I seemed to react by upping our sexual activity level and thought less about exploring and having lunch at a communal dining hall.   As change was in the air, the guys also wanted to take advantage of our last remaining days together. I was unsure of the details, but a sea-change in my life was on the horizon. Over the weeks I added a few more pounds of muscle and developed a hot, dimpled bubble-butt that was wildly desired by most Xzardan men. I took great comfort from having one of my hosts’ fantastic cocks up my ass, or in my mouth, or hands. I had become their happy and willing fuck-puppy, ready to be used and abused by them at a moment’s notice.   Dzaan looked like he gained 20-25 pounds of solid muscle in the past eight weeks. He was swallowing Ruud and Stanj’s cum, which helped him build, and they all worked out and ate a lot. Dzaan was like a professional bodybuilder now, he seemed less swimmer-like and more like a beautiful hulk who was catching up to Ruud. And yet Ruud and Stanj also improved. Dzaan was not yet at the level of Stanj and Ruud, but he was not far behind. He was also ahead of many of the current cultists. Ruud had 2 levels to cross before becoming elite, and Stanj had about 3. Dzaan was starting with 4 levels to cross as he had achieved a great deal of progress already. Other new members of the cult may have 7 levels to cross. Not everyone in the cult made it to the top 2 levels before elite status. They could be limited by sheer muscle mass, the aesthetic nature of their development, symmetry, presentation skills, overall package, and level of male beauty. They could also plateau for years and then take off again.   Dzaan’s shoulders, arms, and pecs were visibly larger. His arms were enormous to begin with, but were now the biggest of the 3. At least they looked that way because he was so lean. Veins squiggled over them like roots and extended into his shoulders and pecs. His torso was outstanding, but it was the elegant way he carried himself, like a fine stallion which made him breathtaking to watch. Combined with my intimate knowledge of his incredible prick, his warmth, and humor, I understood what a fantastic man he was.   The large mirror on the deck used to practice their posing provided me with endless entertainment. They knew it got me hard to watch them. It was also an aphrodisiac for them. They enjoyed showing off and watching each other. I wondered if the same thing went on all over the Herc zone. We changed up the bedroom and now used one gigantic bed for the four of us. We were there or on the patio. Erindans came daily and ensured we were well supplied and catered to. In between it all, I learned enough Xzardan to be at the same level the guys had in English. Their language had many more words related to a man’s anatomy and sex than I ever knew in English. It was the best language for sex. We interacted in Xzardan for the most part.   We would mark our days by day and nighttime sex that lasted for up to a couple of hours. I could watch the guys fuck in different pairings and observe their magnificent bodies heave and flex and mash against themselves. I would then turn to the one available and grind with them. Sometimes one would come up behind me while I was kissing another and fuck me. At one point I was kissing Stanj as Dzaan screwed me and Ruud sucked my cock. We ultimately did that in every combination. It was muscle-sex paradise. Our only proper job was to learn the language, and that was going well.   I wondered if the elders knew this was going on, or if they set the situation up for this to happen. I wondered if every Earth guy went through the same initiation. It was an ingenious way to transition us to a new world after being abducted. The trick was in the accuracy of their selection. The cost was being torn away from my previous life. However, I would have chosen Xzarda if given the choice. I just would have agonized more.    I also wondered who else could be out there.  --------   Click the book cover for more!

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