Dear readers; heres a Fantasy story I just flashed on while watching a discovery channel show on Dubai. I hope you like it. It's going to be a different sort of Arabian Night.
Disclaimer : This is A Fantasy story with Male to Male Sex and Love Relationships. If you are under eighteen years of age , you should not be here. You have been warned.
Un-Corked ~ Prolog by dymondbolt
Dudai. A myth. A mystery. A miracle. A land being created by the hand of man with the praise from Allah.
Well at least that's what the travel posters say. For the unbelievers there's a little city of their own where they stay when they're not building part of the renewed and glorious city of Dudai.
Pat was an unlikely sort of man to be working on the rainbow edge of the pumper that was building the last bits of the Palm Island in Dubai. He was a big man, but not in height. Five foot nine and built like someone took a six foot six football players and crushed him down in height nine inches.
He didn't mind the funny looks people gave him. In fact the kids were the best. They always wanted him to flex his arms and show how big he really was. They're smiles got him through the day of every adult over six foot tall looking at him like he was a freak.
He had gotten his fellow workers out of a few potential fights when he smiled and jumped down to arm wrestle one of the ones talking shit in arabic, over one of the small tables in a restaurant. The management always liked his peaceful manner of solving a problem.
He was doing his job the day Mahmud shot out of the pumper with a roar. Pat saw the giant being pummeled by the foot sized boulders, gravel and water and he moved it all in time to keep him from being covered by the dredged silt and rock. He hit the emergency stop button and it still took a good minute and a half for the stuff to stop coming out..
Pat was waiting for his workers to start pulling away the stuff on top of the man, but each one just got close and then froze like a deer in the headlights.
Pat ignored the telephone ringing, and slapped his own cell phone as he ran out of the control cabin. He flipped it open and hit the emergency medical number. He told them the location and that someone somehow got pulled through the pumper and survived enough to yell when he got spit out. He ended with " Get some EMT personnel here NOW!!" and he hung up.
Pat got even angrier as he approached the giant. He started to push people out of the way. He couldn't believe it. The guy was still half buried under ruble.
Pat yelled " Are you guys Insane!! Start pulling the rubble off of him. " Pat started to do what he just said
Pat looked back and still no movement. Pat turned and said " Keep your jobs and help me save this man's life, Or start walking off this job and don't you ever try to get a job with this company ever again."
That's when hands started to fly and pull the debris off the strange looking giant. Pat was the first to touch him and a strange static shock stopped Pat for a second. But he just thought the pumper must have done something to the poor guy. Pat really didn't think the guy was going to be alive when they got him out. The heavily muscled giant was obviously arabic, but in a classic form. And yet all his hair was this pearlescent white. His face was scratched up, but looked like a twenty year old man with a round goatee and very short hair on top. There was the remnant of a small ponytail about half an inch thick, but most of it's length had been torn off by the pumper.
Pat tried to keep his head from being tilted any. He was afraid of neck or head injury. He was the one to take most of the Giants upper weight as they finally got him free, and help carry him to a flat place to rest.
Pat yelled to one of his friends " Where is that EMT transport?"
Mel said " I called them and they said they got your call. They were twelve minutes away and that was over ten minutes ago. "
Just then a siren could be heard and the eyes on the giant opened and looked right into Pat's soul.
Pat had never told anyone in Dubai that he was gay. But he knew those eyes saw everything in him with their first look.
The giants first words were whispered and Pat had to bend closer to hear.
He said " My bottle. Where's my bottle?" then those eyes closed and Pat thought he had lost his brother. He checked his pulse and it was strong.
Pat repeated ' Bottle? What bottle?"
Pat let the EMT personnel strap the giant into a backboard which was woefully too small. With the other workers help, they were able to get the seven and a half foot tall mountain of muscle into the ambulance. The tires were starting to scrap, but they were able to get him to the hospital and into the emergency room. His injuries were actually faily minor and they couldn't understand how he could have gotten into, much less out of, the pumper line and remain intact. The line had so much debris and at such large sizes, he should have come out hamburger.
He had some flimsy pants and a belt on his waist. His feet were bare (except for a very large big toe ring).
Mel walked up to Pat and handed him a three inch piece of ancient glass and said " Did you say something about a bottle?"
Pat took it and another shock went through him. Pat said " Where'd you find this?"
Mel said " Amongst the rubble we pulled off the big guy. I think that's going to be the biggest piece. The edges look like that went from one end to the other of the dredging process. I can't see how he survived being in any little bit of that. And did you see the color of his eyes. That sure isn't normal for one of the natives."
Pat said " Yeah. As blue as the Indian Ocean."
The end ~ Prolog