Gods Reborn: Poseidon

 

Zeus had really pissed the wrong collection of gods off, so much so they’d even screw over their own Rebirth in the coming era. Why couldn’t his brother just not lie with everything that made him aroused.  Mortals and gods from their own pantheon were fine, but trying to go beyond that? Poseidon’s divinity and all its power reduced into the form of a necklace. Nothing more than a tiny trident, his own planetary symbol. Where it would be bought like a cheap dollar store trinket. Some mortal girl trying to show a romantic declaration of love, or some such, to her male counterpart. All the power she held, and she had no idea as she placed it on the young man’s neck.

Stanley, as she called him, was a lanky young man, pale skin, oversized glasses. If anything, he did have a very puppy-like innocence, with his baby face, warm brown eyes, and soft brown hair. After years of waiting, Poseidon had hoped this was his escape. When the metal met flesh, he poured the tiniest bit of his divinity into Stanley. It was simply a test. He wasn’t going to pour it all and risk his escape and the vessel's destruction. That was something stupid and ill-advised Ares would do. Unbeknownst to the couple, Stanley's body lapped it up, muscles surging with slight growth. They didn't notice how his chest protruded into his shirt, or how his short sleeves hugged his arms. Stanley had to take his glasses off as the world got blurry. He rubbed his eyes only to find that he could see. He placed them in his pocket weirded out. With that act the air around the young man changed from mousey nerd into a more average self-assuredness.

The male and female parted as Poseidon now dangled against Stanley’s pecs, better for the god’s own temporary comfort, but he was determined to not be a fucking necklace for much longer. The fledgling mortals said some irrelevant things about this being their breakup before college, but Poseidon couldn’t be bothered; he needed Stanley alone if he wanted to test more. Mortals could be so panicky about their flesh obeying gods’ commands. Poseidon waited patiently for Stanley to walk back home.

Though once Stanley walked into his bedroom, he slammed the door and dropped his pants. His young cock was begging for attention; processing divinity wasn’t easy on most people. He stroked it, only tangentially aware of how heavier it was. He wasn’t as well acquainted with his cock like most teens his age heading off to college. Elise, his now ex, wasn’t the type to have a random rendezvous. Poseidon groaned at how boring the mortal’s thoughts were. Pushing in his divinity connected Poseidon to the teen, but what a dreadful start.

Grabbing a tissue, Stanley covered his cock. “FUCK!” he cried a word he rarely used as something wrenched his balls dry. The tissue was soaked as the scent of pure nut permeated the room, “Eww gross!” Stanley looked at the shimmer left on his hand as he tossed the wet tissue papers in the trash. In his previous dalliances' he’d never drenched an entire tissue before. Poseidon heard that and knew the young mortal better prepare himself because there was more to come.

The summer before college Stanley became Poseidon’s experiment. Every night Poseidon slipped more of his divinity into Stanley. He wasn’t sure what it was supposed to feel like when he found his soul and body, but Stanley was highly receptive. That was probably a sign things were going well. As for Stanley, he went from a paper-thin nerd to a jock chugging down protein shakes before a morning workout. Poseidon was just dumping loads of energy Stanley’s body put into use. His voice went from a meek mild thing to loud and brash. When he walked, his body demanded notice. The tank tops incorporated into his wardrobe certainly got eyes on his arms. His ass didn’t need any special clothing attention, just a bubble from the start. Then, there was his cock. People thought he was smuggling a dildo around before he started wearing the proper underwear.

People noticed the changes, but thanks to Poseidon’s careful planning chalked it up to those latent growth spurts mortals had. On the first night after Stanley had left for college, Poseidon tried to make his move. It was the perfect opportunity. Stanley's parents were far away, and the young man didn’t know anyone around them. Poseidon could simply vanish into the night. No one would know. The god poured more of his divinity than he ever had into Staney as the young man slept. The teen whimpered as his cock rose in his sleep; a wet dream.

“Dudddeeee shut up.” His dorm mate sleepily said, turned towards the wall.

Poseidon was going incrementally but it didn’t feel like Stanley could house much more of him. The god became sure the boy would burst as his cock began to drip. Then suddenly Stanley’s cock exploded, cum flying throughout the room, edged to the brink by divinity.  Stanley only released a quiet whimper as his cum coated the room, even flying over to his new dorm mate. The abundant load was the gift of a god, especially one whose dominion was over water. Fresh young jock cum became the permanent scent of Stanley’s dorm room. Poseidon, frustrated, recalled all his divinity back into the necklace, but there was no undoing any changes in Stanley. From then on Stanley was just the host who wore Poseidon’s necklace. He was indistinguishable from any other college gym-goer or athlete.

But then came the frat house.

So many potential matches for Poseidon, at least compared to the store he had been left in. And Stanley had decided to live there. Unfortunately, it wasn’t as if Poseidon had the ability to influence Stanley’s actions. The most he could do was make the young man spit him out whenever he bit on the necklace.

“REMOVE ME FROM YOUR MOUTH AT ONCE MORTAL.”

Stanley couldn’t hear those thoughts, but he surely felt the inkling of divine rage, always, dropping the chain fast.

Eternity wasn’t much to an immortal, so four years should have passed in the blink of an eye. Tragically, when confined to a small chain with no way to move, and only allowed to perceive, Poseidon’s situation became hell. Stanley no longer had divinity with him, but he benefited from Poseidon’s numerous attempts. The god watched the teen amass muscle the natural way, turning the gym into his new religion. With that the change of Stanley into ‘Stan the man’ came naturally. The frat brother with the perfect haircut, faded on the sides, brown curls at the front. Shades became his eye wear of choice, muscle shirts and workout shorts joining his wardrobe. Every year his back broadened, his shoulders rounded, pecs jutted just a bit more out, while his ass got extra cushion.

By that point Stan was starting to look like the perfect vessel. Poseidon wondered if he had been wrong and the gods souls and bodies just needed to adjust to their power? He was just taking wild leaps, but what more did he have other to be tempted. The god of the seas would have to watch Stan wake up and blow his load before getting to the day. How dreadful it was to not be able to touch and enjoy pleasures of the flesh himself. His solution: Another attempt. The result?

Another failure.

All he got for it was Stan suddenly, having an increased love for the university’s pool, and spring break trips to the beach. Nothing that actually solved Poseidon’s predicament. Stan was always good at taking him off before touching the water. Poseidon missed the waves, he missed ocean life, he missed his domain. As a necklace all he could do was stare up at the sky until Stan returned to pluck him up again.

Poseidon lost his cool for a moment during Stan’s senior year. Stan had been elected frat president, and his reign was coming to an end as he prepared to graduate. His junior brother, Javier, soon to be the next frat president, challenged Stan: chug copious amounts of alcohol within a timed match. What strange rituals the humans of the common era had. But as a personal prize Javier wanted the chain on Stan’s neck. Stan didn’t give a shit and agreed to it. The two young men started the challenge with a time limit of 2 minutes. Javier packed 5 cans away, Stan only got 4 and a half. He lost and Poseidon was pissed at the nonchalant attitude Stan had to lose divinity.

Stan and Javier retreated to his room, while the frat’s party raged on. There was supposed to be a secret passing of the torch, but once the door closed, Stan was all over Javier kissing him up and down. The two young men grabbed at each other pulling off shirts and stepping out of pants. Stan fumbled them back to his king-sized bed. Ever since Poseidon had started experimenting on Stan, he’d lost all desires for girls. The only thing Stan was concerned about was being a suitable vessel, even if he didn’t know that was the true motivation behind going to the gym. He’d never be a vessel though; he wasn't born to be one. However, there was someone there that appreciated the work Stan put into his body more than anyone else.

Javier wasn’t even a brother back then, just a wide-eyed freshman, who latched onto Stan and his presence. As for Stan, external validation was certainly nice. It turned into sex because…they were horny as shit. Only by the lingering grace of Poseidon’s divinity did no one catch on to the president plowing his protege’s ass or riding a junior’s cock. They thought they were being sneaky, but these young men grunted and moaned like the world was coming to an end. One time Stan forgot to close the door, no doubt people saw his tan bare ass pounding away at something, maybe they just assumed it was a woman.

Tonight was different though, Poseidon was angry. Javier was not his vessel. The young man had worn Poseidon as a necklace before, often when Stan was asleep. He’d touch at it and stared down at Stan, is that what Aphrodite would call ‘love’? If so, Poseidon didn’t need it, just his own body and soul would do. Melodrama was for other gods. Poseidon gave one last feeble attempt to escape, releasing his divinity at the height of Stan’s climax as Javier rode him. Then Javier pounced on Stan getting inside his ass and fucking a load out of his president.

Poseidon recalled his divinity. He was tired of trying and so he slept.

When the god woke up, he was not adorning Javier’s neck, A new male had taken his place. Same frat house but different furniture, different young men through the hall. He had passed years like a nap. No matter, he tried pushing his divinity into the new male. The guys cock was the first to respond, spraying cum uncontrollably onto the floor. Awkward as he had just walked downstairs to the fridge. His cock had just hardened out of the blue, poked out of his boxers and ejaculated as he went for the handle. All witnessed by one freshly initiated pledge eating breakfast. Poseidon was curious as he watched his new vessel approach the other young man, cock still drooling. Then the president offered to (and did!) fuck the new brother on the table to keep his mouth shut. He knew that during pledging the freshman just wanted some presidential man meat, so he gave it to him. Nothing about Poseidon was given away on that day. A month later however, the frat brothers noticed their new brother was putting on more than a little weight. His stomach was more than, chubby, or bloated, it was rounded. Everyone seemed to know what happened. There was a tale going around about two presidents fucking with the necklace some years back and both ending up pregnant.

“That’s supposed to be a myth, Murph, something we say to scare pledges.” The president paced back and forth in his room.

“Myth or not Bohdi, there’s a small Indian child growing in Darwin’s gut and you put the boy there.” Bohdi’s best friend sat on a chair, watching his friend and president spiral out.

“Why is Lester’s stomach getting so fucking big! A baby takes nine months.”

Poseidon watched it all play out uninterested. Didn’t mortals have any understanding of divine pregnancies? Now, they weren’t fathering anything close to demigods, but even Zeus himself gave birth to Athena fully grown from his head. The boys were pleased to learn outside of their frat no one responded as rationally as they did. Men having babies was odd, but not impossible in their minds.

Bodhi however was shitting bricks, the night of graduation because Lenny looked ready to pop. The doctors had confirmed it to be true above all else: Lenny was about to bring Bohdi’s big ass son into the world. Meanwhile the frat brothers became interested in the tale about the necklace, multiple people were asking to try him on. That’s when the god realized their sudden fascination was perhaps the newest vehicle for escape. Poseidon got passed around the night as he poured his divinity into every young man’s chest he landed on. No response from his soul or body. However, his testing came to an end when Lenny began to give birth on their couch. 

The brothers worked together through a lot of fumbling as Bodhi’s progeny entered the world. Poseidon was positively bored with all the cooing over the mortal infant. Eventually his necklace form was handed over to the next president in a private ceremony. The god could only give an internal sigh. Reduced to a ridiculous heirloom by mortals. He laid against the new chest, that night and the god could hear his divinity working through the young men of the house as they moaned in unison.

How many years was Poseidon trapped in this new way following that day? Passed on repeatedly through classes. He thought a place of mortal young men would be a sign for his escape. But perhaps it was only ever punishment. Maybe fate had seen his attempt with Stan and did not appreciate it. He may not have been Dionysus, but listening to merriment and pleasure, unable to participate, became unbearable. Even worse when he saw the results of his divinity shared on the frat brother’s bodies. The muscles obviously, but the offspring. Strong powerful guts and abs bloated out, which should have been rightfully Poseidon’s children. Instead of girlfriends, the frat brothers sought out other members to copulate with and did it well.

Then one day perhaps mortal-sanity struck as the latest president, tummy full of his Vice-president’s future soccer star, got into his car and drove. He arrived at the beach feet stomping in the sand, as his gut fluttered a kick. He pulled the necklace off, balling it in his fist. Poseidon could see what was going to happen. He wanted it too. Even if he didn’t understand why. Hadn’t the president put the vice-president into a similar predicament? Poseidon was chucked far into the ocean as the water surrounded and claimed him. At least he was home again. Suffered an entire saga with no reward.

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It was midday when Poseidon found himself tossed through the waves. He thought he’d stay sunk forever but he kept getting kicked up by the water. Unfortunately, in his form the water was not his to command, all he could do was experience it. Maybe it was for the best as that’s how he lucked upon Seo-jun’s neck. Tossed under by a wave, a boy in a wet suit swam up head perfectly going in the unseen open chain. When Poseidon graced a new body, the god feared his next turmoil, but there was an explosion. Seo-jun’s mind became completely open to Poseidon with even a touch of divinity. They slotted into Poseidon’s mind as if they had been there all along. A boy on vacation with his family from Korea.

Poseidon’s divinity didn’t need to be pushed out; it was welcome back in as Seo-jun swam up. The body extended as his legs grew stronger, taller. His feet turned massive, almost like flippers aiding in his swimming. The wetsuit peeled, unzipped, guided by an unknown hand, as Seo-jun upper body sprouted. A crack in his spine that made him surge, as his chest produced two twin pecs followed by hard abs. His paddling arms like blades, their reach wider.  His divinity that had been shared out came roiling back to him. His shoulder’s bulked with his traps wider and better than Atlas. The water’s surface was nearby. As he breached the surface, the water bulged and Seo-jun’s face changed. When it finally met the air, a hard jaw line was waiting. Poseidon’s symbol separated from the necklace flowing to his hand as a larger palm grasped it, and the form unleashed.

Poseidon rose from the depths, Seo-jun’s wet suit now spilling down over their reunited existence once more. The ocean released their body with a healthy sheen, a gift for the god of the oceans return. He stood at the water’s edge. Considering how to punish the frat brothers for their transgressions. What was a god if not a petty being? Then again, perhaps they could stew with their offspring. Without Poseidon’s divinity there were sure to be hard questions to answer. Besides, he had his own brother to punish for starting it all. As for the frat predicament pointing back to him among the gods, surely, he could blame the birth rate increase on Zeus. Who wouldn’t believe that?