Julian wondered a little aimlessly into the small football court. The two men, who seemed to be a beefy pair of father and son, stopped and smiled at him. The youngest, who looked the same age as Julian, spirited forward to him.
“I can feel it. You are my brother!” Shouted Derrick, who had a deep, booming voice. With thick thick, hairy palms, the footballer gapped Julians hand and shook it.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t even know you man...” he replied.
Derrick laughed, his true Father Hercules approaching behind. Inside Derrick mind, the memories and knowledge of his divine parenthood continued to awaken.
“You’re like me. Dad created you from his seed. Our mums might be different, up your still my bro.”
Julian felt increasingly uncomfortable, more so when the sweaty guy gave him a large bear hug. Julian felt sick in his stomach with the stench of bo.
“Sorry, dad and I have been playing a rough game of football. Wanna play?”
Julian took a step back, feeling sick when Hercules stood forced.
“Now now. He isn’t ready to play just yet. He’s looking a little stressed. Think he needs a little massage...”
Derrick laughed, quickly grabbing Julian and lifting him effortlessly over his shoulder.
In the panic that followed, Jillian found himself being thrown into awfully hot spa room. There, where it was so hot Julian felt himself steadily get drenched in sweat, Hercules tore off his clothing. In the time he was there, Derrick and Hercules had undressed, placing their clothing into a locker, and dressing themselves in only towel around their waist.
“Hey! Stop it!” Julian attempted to run, but his short and scrawny body was nothing against the mountain of mucks that was his supposed dad.
“You’re my boy! Besides, I am no stranger to the body of men!” He smiled, knocking the life out of Julian with a pat on the back.
Gingerly, Julian stood to the side.
“Why can’t I put my clothing away, instead of you destroying it!”
“Well, after I awaken you, you’ll probably be too large for them. Besides, you wouldn’t undress even if I asked.”
Derrick smiled, looking at his ‘brothers’ scrawny build. He remembered being mortal and weak. He felt sad, looking at his flimsy arms, but proud that that would all change. He flexed his hairy chest, watching the sweat ripple down his sturdy body.
“Don’t worry, your time with the masseur is gonna be so transformative.”
The masseur return, beaming a horribly bright smile.
“Herc my man, you found your boys. The little one still needs work though. How’s that body trending you Derrick?”
Derrick blushed, starching behind his head, which only further inflated his wide arms.
Julian blushed, then began to protest as he was forced to lay down onto the massage table.
“Now tell me Jillian,” The masseur said slowly, “What’s your favourite sport?”
Julian shivered, despite his nakedness and the overpowering heat in the spa room. Derrick and Hercules watched with great expectation...