Heracles Tales: The Experiment
Heracles Tales…. The Experiment
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Heracles was heading back to Ithaca the long way along the shore. He wanted to enjoy the quiet and beauty he knew was all around him taking that route home. He took a swim whenever it fancied him and slept in the nude, right on the shoreline, letting the waves wash on his spread apart legs and tickle his balls. He was somewhat drained from helping others and taking on the evil minions of Hera, even though he knew she was in exile and stripped of her powers, mostly. She was a fully powerful witch it seemed and tried to use those powers however she could to make Heracles suffer, a payback for what Zeus did to her because of Heracles.
Late one evening before the sun fully set, he came across an old man who was sitting at a fire, roasting his catch of fish. He had a tent of sorts laid out made of goat skins.
“Hello old man,” Heracles said with a smile. “How is it you are here on this beach all alone?”
“Hello young man,” the man said standing up and brushing the sand from his tunic and hand. “I come here often for the solitude and to be left alone with my thoughts. What about you?”
“Pretty much the same thing, I needed to be left alone and just enjoy the beauty and tranquility of the shoreline,” Heracles said.
“Oh, how rude of me, my name is Tokus,” the old man said extending his arm.
“Not rude at all, I am Heracles,” Heracles said grasping the forearm of the old man and shaking it.
“Pleasure to meet you Heracles. That name seems somewhat familiar to me,” Tokus said.
“Thank the gods, someone who isn't aware of me,” Heracles said raising his hands to the sky.
“Well, it'll come to me I'm sure. In the mean time, please enjoy my hospitality for the night. It would please me greatly. I have plenty of fish and even wine to share,” Tokus said with a big smile.
“That is most kind of you Tokus. I'd be honored if it is not a problem for you,” Heracles said.
“Now what sort of problem could it possibly be to show another traveler some hospitality and share a meal with him,” Tokus laughed. “Come, sit at the fire and we will eat.”
Heracles smiled and took a seat on the sand near the fire. The fish did smell good and having some wine seemed like a good thing. The wine had a different taste but was really good. He told himself he would have to find out from Tokus where the wine came from as its taste seemed to get more pleasing the more he drank. As they ate and drank, Heracles ended up telling Tokus about some of his adventures and battles, his constant battle with Hera and the fun he has had with Mars and Mercury. Tokus was amazed Heracles actually talked and pleasured with the gods themselves. He seemed doubtful about Heracles being the son of Zeus, but that was just fine with Heracles.