A gay story: Sex God Saga Ch. 15 ### Sex God Saga 15
### Home, Sweet Home
Still WEDNESDAY:
It was getting dark.
Oswald Drive was full of plain, but manicured front lawns with some pretty old trees. Enough to distract the passing eye from how shabby most of the houses looked upon closer inspection.
Coralline was in the back with Theo. She wore a green, flowery dress with a color matched jacket. “Is it insensitive to ask about them?”
Theo gave a shrug. “I don’t hate my adoptive parents. They weren’t abusive but they weren’t… a lot of better things they could have been either. At the time I felt like being gay was the final straw but in hindsight, we were never going to stay in tight contact.”
Keith put the phone down. “Everything’s ready. Your parents remain at work, the guys have set up.”
They left the white Ford — a car old enough to blend in just fine with the neighborhood — and stepped around the dark van parked to obscure the driveway to Theo’s old home.
Bastian Mills, Omen of Concord, straw-y red-blond hair and glasses so thick they distorted his eyes, was drawing in chalk on the concrete.
Remi Boyd, Omen of Spheres and Coralline’s dad, was setting up sacrifices of wine, chocolate, kindling and a plastic box full of grasshoppers.
The sweep for remaining demonic activity had revealed something odd.
Remi nodded at Theo. “If there’s an Outsider in your home it could give us answers, even if it’s not actually related to you. But if it is, you being here might be a trigger of some kind.”
“We’re ready,” Keith said. “Right?”
Theo gave a solemn nod.
Remi added his power to the chalk diagram. If Theo sensed the glyphs right they spoke of good intentions for communication.
An Outsider manifested to his mediumship. Tall as a person — a muse — but blurry and unwilling to sharpen.
“Hello,” Remi said. “We come in peace. If you’re no demon, we will leave you alone. We just want to confirm a few things. Would you like any of those offerings?”
The being wobbled into the shape of a semi-transparent woman, middle aged or older. She was tall and had a hoity expression, her clothes simple but flowy. She indicated the milk and chocolate. “The household goods.”
“Ah, muse of the hearth? Partake, please.”
Theo wondered if this explained the repeated ‘who ate my pickles’ incidents.
She made the offerings vanish, then looked at Theo. “I can divulge little information,” she said. “I was bound by greater forces.”
“Any god we have named?” Bastian said. “As far as you know?”
The muse shook her head. “I am not bound by a god.”
“Not… by a god?” Remi said, more statement than question. Gods were his specialty. “Who else has such power? A city full of shamans? But then someone would have to go by and give you V occasionally.”
“Old blood,” the muse simply said.
“What?”
“The ‘races’, dad,” Coralline said. “The demi-humans or whatever term we’ve settled on this week.”
“Was it Stygians?” Remi asked the apparition. “Or Primals? Or… others?”
“I am not at liberty to divulge. I must protect…” She looked at Theo again. “My task has become complicated.”
“What does that mean?” Remi asked.
“I will not divulge,” she said.
Keith raised his hand. “Hey, muse lady. Do *you* have questions for us?”
She gave him a long look. “Theo,” she said and turned to the blond. “You are Knowing now. And your capacity has revealed itself. And you don’t return anymore to this place I could keep sanctuary.”
“Uh, correct,” Theo said.
“Would you say you are reasonably protected but independent from this place?” She gestured behind herself at house where currently no light burned. Eyes glowed behind the windows, but those were just the Watcher.
“I guess?”
“Then my pact may be fulfilled. I have watched over you since the day old blood placed you in my care. Your distance in these recent years made it difficult, but I extended what protections I could. Farewell now.”
“F-fare…?” Remi said but the figure was already fading.
Keith sighed and made his shoulders jump. “Should have brought her more household goods, huh?”
“Dad?” Coralline said. “Does that mean the Stygians who kinda botched Theo’s creation, no offense, sent a protector for him?”
“Seems reasonable to assume,” Remi said. “Although I’d like to prepare more tests. There’s another issue now, though. If this muse was protecting Theo, is he still save?”
Bastian Mills poured water onto the Atlas glyphs to wipe them away. “May have to bring him to the Refugium again. Or post guards. Maybe don’t sleep alone tonight. Don’t mean to scare you but…”
Theo nodded. “I can arrange a sleepover.”
Keith tapped his chin. “I have an idea for a longer term plan.”
### ### ###
Theo knocked on Mako’s apartment door. Since the Forgedancer was likely listening to music or gaming, he wasn’t likely to respond but to Theo’s pleasant surprise, the Japanese boy-literally-next-door opened, wearing a sleeveless silver-white gym shirt and basketball shorts.
“Hi?” Mako said, as his expression lit up. “Need to borrow a cup of protein powder, neighbor? Or can’t you sleep without an Asian man wrecking your hole?”
“Wow, are you Primal guys all that conceited?”
Mako ‘subtly’ flexed, leaning on the door. “Tell me I’m wrong. Third eye wide open.”
“Whatever. Turns out my parents’ house was a sort of sanctuary and now we accidentally sent that muse home so I might be… unguarded in some way. Can we do a sleepover?”
“Oh, weird. Yeah, sure.”
“Originally I wanted to lead with ‘I need you’ and see how you react before I explain but you decided to be a douchebag first.”
Mako winked. “Always one step ahead. My place or yours?”
“Yours is cold, right?”
“Not, like, frosty. And you’d be under covers. But sure, I can hop over. Do I bring Everest? It’s about protecting you from unknown factors, after all.”
“That would be appreciated. Do you… I don’t have a spare mattress. Or sofa. You’ve seen the place.”
Mako licked his lips. “You’re not sharing the bed with me?”
“If you’re up for it.”
“I mean fucking.”
“Yeah, I got that.”
“Okay, just had to make sure. I’m glad I don’t have to do the whole song and dance that chicks demand. Give me fifteen and I’ll be over. Sound good?”
“Perfect.”
Mako moved back to close the door. “Man, I thought I was done being horny today.”
### ### ###
THURSDAY:
Theo only woke up when the knocking was already getting obnoxious.
He and Mako stirred at the same time, failing to immediately extract their naked bodies from each other. Everest had been snoozing under the kitchen table and barked at the front door, which gave the knocker pause.
Theo managed to slip into gray slacks and a tan shirt with patterned sleeves — gifts from Paris — while Mako only put on the sweatpants he’d come in, remaining topless.
Keith had arrived with a tall package. His clothes were white save for a red belt long enough to reach his knee, his earrings were little chains of different length, his smile widened as he saw the Primal.
“Hey, Keith.”
The Asian shaman nodded, then looked past him again. “Hehe, good to know Theo was well taken care of. Did you let him get any sleep, though?”
Mako gave a shrug. “We talked a lot. Personal stuff. History.”
“Talked, huh?”
Theo took the package off Keith’s hands and brought it to the dresser. Unpacking revealed a large mirror in a simple frame. Little patterns and symbols were drawn along the edges, like someone had brainstormed tattoo concepts.
“That’s your cum rag?” Keith asked, pointing at the towel on the dresser.
“Uh yeah,” Theo said. “If you want to call it that.”
Mako punched Keith in the shoulder. “Mostly mine. Not to brag but if virility was a type of V, I’d be king.”
Keith looked back and forth between them. “But you ‘talked’, huh? You sure you want to brag about how much gay sex you’re having?”
Mako flashed him both middle fingers. Everest shot a quick bark.
“Suit yourself,” Mako said, “but Theo can turn anyone into a fountain. Don’t be jelly just cause you’re not in the inner circle.”
“He liked me first,” Keith said, more of a mumble.
“What?”
Keith turned to Theo. “Here’s my contribution. Don’t ask questions.”
He placed a black vial on the crusty towel.
“Why would I have questions?” Theo asked with a grin. “Am I supposed to wonder if you ever jerk off?”
Mako chuckled, one hand on his own doorknob, the other raised in a flex. “It’s all he can do. He doesn’t have a slut begging for his cock. Unlike me, the ultimate ass fucke- Hi mom!”
Seiko Yoshida was coming up the stair and her son rushed to help her. She carried a stack of boxes. “Theo? Express deliveries for you. From Paris, I believe.”
The blond took the boxes off her hands, while Mako put down the rest.
“Thank you, ma’am. He texted me that something was on the way and that it’d even help with the ritual. Oh, thanks for letting me turn this place into-”
She waved him off. “You do whatever magic needs doing.” She looked back at her son. “And you! Treat your partners with respect, no matter who.”
“Yes mom.”
Theo kept his gaze on Keith to watch the Duskwright chuckle quietly. Their eyes met and Keith gave him a quizzical look. The Primals left, closing the door on the way out.
“So the, uh, mirror,” Theo started. “Glyphs drawn correctly?”
“Cor and her dad did it,” Keith said, “so it’s gotta be. In fact, they are a little too good. I brought an accidental housewarming gift from when I test activated one. In the corner.”
Mediumship revealed the wisp drifting in a circle around a fantasy rune that was an Atlas glyph for ‘come here and stay’.
“Reflection wisp, Mel told me,” Keith said. “Transfer it out of there before we fill up the mirror.”
Theo got a metal bowl and a knife. He handed the knife to Keith to start opening Paris’ new gifts and polished the bowl, holding it up to the mirror.
“Come on, little magic bug. It’s reflective, too. And soooo well treated. All dust free and shining. That’s right.”
Keith snort-chuckled. “Just tell it to get a fucking move on.”
“I’m wondering… no.”
“Spit it out,” Keith said and cut a box open.
“I’m ‘supposed’ to be naked for my ability. Maybe magic work better if I… but no.”
Keith grinned. “You’ll have to strip for the ritual anyway, right?”
“Oh, there it goes. In the bowl, little one.”
“What are you gonna call it? Blinky two?”
“Hm. Glinty.”
Keith barked a laugh. “You’re such a cheeseball sometimes.” He opened the first box, froze with wide eyes and burst into a laugh. “Well, that explains why the deliveries were unlabeled.”
Theo stepped closer. A giant dildo, beyond even the size of Fulin’s tool, lay shrink-wrapped among brown paper.
### ### ###
The altar consisted of the ‘cumrag’, Keith’s sperm vial, the ten greatly varying butt plugs and dildo’s Paris had sent, and a row of black candles.
The shutters were closed and only candlelight fell on the two shamans.
Theo felt awkward being almost naked next to the fully clothed Keith. Maybe even more so than being fully nude would have felt. Paris had sent a veritable jockstrap collection with his dildo parade and Theo had put on a plain white one.
The person they wanted to talk to only bothered popping in when somebody showed skin.
Incu appeared in the mirror. “Ah, am I required to assist in the fulfilling of desire? Gladly.”
“More than that,” Keith said. “Can you make this studio apartment a sanctum? It’s just this room, a bathroom, a wardrobe.”
The bull headed man looked around from his vantage point. “The size is workable. But I am an overseer and facilitator of orgies. What currency will you supply?”
Keith dropped his hand on Theo’s shoulder. “This boy’s going to ride cocks like they’re going out of fashion.”
Theo cleared his throat. “I can have regular sex with a cast of Knowing people.”
Incu considered. “Coming from you, that makes a more credible promise than from most. I will accept this as Veneration.” He looked at the row of dildos. “And you could use these false cocks if necessary. If you have excess V stored, I’ll take that, too.”
“Naturally.” Theo glanced at Keith for input but didn’t get any. “So, what can you do, exactly? I mostly need a sanctuary for protection from demon possession and stuff.”
“I can supply that. I have questions of my own. Do you expect to uproot and move soon? Are you bringing Baseliners here often? When are you two going to fuck?”
### ### ###
The first guest was Damien. The tall black man with a sharp pattern in his fade stripped as soon as he was in the door.
His scarf turned into a mouse and zoomed up the dresser.
The apartment was dimmer now, even with the window uncovered. More black candles had sprung up on some surfaces and the bed had widened. A prismatic shimmer drifted along the ceiling as if a rainbow pool lay underneath.
“Much nicer place now,” Damien said. “Good ambiance. Missing a few details.”
“Uh, like what?”
The Stygian was naked now but pulled something from his bag. Handcuffs. “We can go wild, now that you’ve got a guardian.”
Theo started pulling down his jockstrap. “I guess we-”
“Nah nah, leave that on. Turn around.”
Theo got his hands cuffed in the small of his back. Damien pushed him to his knees. The wood floor was as soft as carpet. Living in a sex sanctum had many advantages.
“How do you like that, cocksucker? No hands.”
“M-my throat is yours, sir.”
“Hehe, nervous?”
“A little.”
Theo started sucking dick. He went up to third gear after just a minute. The facefuck turned violent but thankfully Damien’s spasming, pleasure-ripping body wasn’t coordinated enough to dig deep into the gagging conjurer’s esophagus.
The bottom wanted Damien to switch to anal soon. There was a lot of enjoy about the crown prince of Onyx Skies but he had more appointments to get through today and his ass recovered with magic aid.
He didn’t exactly have a way of speaking up, so he dropped to first gear. The top got the message.
### ### ###
Jun had reserved two hours in his busy PT schedule.
Standing in the door frame — and taking it up – the massive Primal was outright intimidating. He wore a black stringer top, long enough to obscure his short shorts, hanging heavy over his bulging pecs.
Theo had changed into a different jockstrap, sky blue and shiny. He took a glance with his shoddy noosphere gaze. The bodybuilder appeared… not quite horny yet, but anticipatory, gleeful even, curious. No great revelations there.
“Hey Jun.”
“Hey boy. Got an outlet for me to plug this in? I figured putting on my headphones would be a bit rude.”
Theo pointed at the dresser and Jun swaggered inside, carrying a portable speaker. He paused at the dildo collection and didn’t say anything.
“What are we listening to?”
“Me,” Jun said. “I’m a rapper, remember? Can we move the mir- Oh, that’s where the muse lives, huh?”
Incu bowed lightly. “I can make adjustments as needed.”
Jun plugged in and set his phone next to the speaker. Minimal Chinese rap started playing. The hunk’s voice sounded different in Chinese. It took Theo a moment to realize it was really Jun’s own music.
The bodybuilder reached under his shirt and pulled his pants down. No underwear, apparently. He sat on the bed and Incu let the mirror grow to floor length.
Theo kneeled between the legs, which were big enough to be *too* big for most people. The bottom enjoyed the sight and the feeling of being surrounded by overpowering muscle — but he hoped Fulin wasn’t on a trajectory to be quite this immense.
Jun flexed at himself in the mirror while pushing Theo under his stringer top.
The package fit the body but wasn’t bizarrely oversized. Perfectly hairless, foreskin partly circumcised and still covering some of the head. Theo managed to make Jun hard with only a few licks.
Glad he got to use his hands, Theo explored the muscles before him as much as he liked under the shirt.
Second gear had Jun’s legs twitch.
“F-fuck, ugh” –something Chinese- “cock… sucking… fuck… god…” –more Chinese- “fucking hell.”
Jun tore his shirt off and nudged Theo into his crotch with his right thigh. He continued to flex at the mirror with groans and struggling breath.
Theo went through the effort of pumping power ‘by hand’ to keep Jun’s dick occupied as he rose. He sat down on the immense legs.
“Turn, boy,” Jun said. “Back to me.”
“Yes sir.”
The bodybuilder continued to sit upright while Theo sat in his lap and fought his ass down onto the shaft. They watched themselves in the mirror.
Jun’s flexing stopped when Theo added third gear — half of max power and apparently something pleasurable enough to cause minor delusions. There’d been some debate if new fucks should be first and second level only but so far third gear had always gone well.
Jun looked terrified, then as if in pain. He shivered hard. “I want… fuck you forever,” followed by Chinese cussing.
Theo moved between gears instinctively for a few minutes, letting Jun adjust. The expression of shock and suffering turned to bliss interrupted by flickers of rage when Theo went directly from level one to three or vice versa.
“W-wait,” Jun said, his voice raw. “Keep it low. I’m afraid I’ll kill you if I move. Like that. Just let me… adjust.”
Eventually, Jun grabbed Theo gently and turned him around on his dick while laying back. He was excessively careful as if Theo was made of something fragile.
“Okay, hit me with it, boy.”
“Yes sir.”
Face to face, Theo on top, Jun fucked upward with his hands on the bottom’s thighs.
“Dance for me, boy.”
“Yes sir.”
Theo did his best to move his hips to the beat of Jun’s own rap songs.
“You got a leash, boy?”
“No sir. I can get one from Paris for next time.”
“Shame. But yeah, next time. How long do we have?”
“Uh… Incu?”
The spectral minotaur appeared in the mirror. “One hour, thirty minutes until the alarm on that phone goes off.”
Jun grabbed Theo by the hip and sat up, bringing their faces together.
“Give me the full dose, boy.”
“I… that’s really not a good idea. Not this time. Sorry sir.”
“Fine. Then let’s make this fucking count.”
A shot of third gear was enough to make Jun press Theo firmly to his abs and chest, lips on the bottom’s neck. It was a rather ‘Fulin feeling’ but the scent was totally different. Jun gripped the bottom’s thighs and moved him up and down, fucking himself with Theo’s ass.
### ### ###
Theo did a little twirl, showing off a horribly gaudy rainbow jockstrap. The apartment was brightly lit, candles gone. “It’s a bit much.”
Paris, on the screen of Theo’s phone which rested against a red and black spackled dildo, nodded with a smile. “Looks fun, though. Wait… I’m connecting… perfect. Now I’ve got you on the big screen. Anything looks good on you, babe.”
Theo let the strap snap on his hip. “If you say so. Anyway, that was my adventure with Jun.”
“Sounds hilarious. Is he a narcissist listening to his own tunes? Then again, I’ve never dated a musician.”
Theo stripped and put on an extra flimsy black jockstrap. “I think I’ll slip out of that one, the pouch is too small. So anyway, I went to the gym after and-”
Paris interrupted. “Model the dildos for me, too.”
“Model?”
The tiny Paris on screen shook his head. “I want to see you wreck your walls, babe. Keep talking though.”
Theo grabbed a one inch thick glass dildo, spread his legs a bit and shoved it in. It wasn’t as easy as sitting on the real deal but his power still supplied enough magic lube to make it work.
“Hhhuuungg, okay, like this sir?”
“Wish I could see you front and back.”
“Incu, can you make that happen?”
The mirror melted off the dresser and rose on the wall behind Theo.
“Perfect,” Paris said. “Could be bigger.”
“I’m adjusting.”
“Shouldn’t your ability take care of that?”
Theo used the dildo’s bigger companion. Two inch thickness. A ridiculous step up, but his ass acquiesced. “Fuck that’s good.”
“See, slut? Just gotta follow orders.”
“Yes sir.”
“So you were saying? Gym and then?”
“Well, the Kim bros came up to me and — well, first they talked to Jun, but then they wanted an invitation. Didn’t want to come in together, obviously. They’re brothers. Aaron won rock-paper-scissor.”
“Trying to remember which is which.”
“The stupidly pretty one, trying to look like an idol. Usually wears a cap.”
“Did he wear a cap for sex?”
“Yup. Backward. Anyway, he was really confident. Got naked and filmed himself facefucking me. He likes to watch himself and apparently also on camera. His dick is as pretty as the face.”
“Do you have that video?”
“He deleted it after. Said it was too gay to let anyone see. Seems he just had a camming kink. But he topped me face to face from the start. I think he just wanted me to see his face though, not much into looking at me.”
Paris facepalmed. “Bunch of egocentric assholes, haha. Or maybe that’s just the worst of the bunch?”
“Probably. Duke was nicer. Kinda shy even, but also more bro-ish. Blond hair, tattoos, snakebites, a tiny bit beefier and less sculpted than his brother.”
“You have way too easy a time riding that dildo. Go bigger.”
Theo put the two inch one back and grabbed a black monster that was maybe two and a half.
The blond man crouched down and sat on it. His breath went fast. He grimaced at the phone. “Ffffffuck, that’s nice.”
“Tank sized?”
“Bigger.” He glanced behind himself at the mirror and laughed. “That’s too big. I look ridiculous. That’s not human.”
“I guarantee there are humans who take that thing without magic.”
“Okay sure. So I sucked Duke for just a minute and he wanted doggy style. I think it’s because he didn’t want me to see him cry. I swear he was sobbing from pleasure.”
“You didn’t go maximum, right?”
“No. It usually takes the final level to, uh, break a guy like that. But he fucked wild. Can you see the bruises? Ninety percent of those are just Duke.”
“I didn’t really see them, but now that you mention it. Not sure I’m a fan of anyone bruising you except me.”
There was a minute of silence. Then Theo glanced at the phone to see that Paris was watching and presumably jerking off.
The dildo rider grunted. “H-how do I get off this thing?”
“Huh? How are you stuck, babe?”
“It’s just too much fun. I thought fucking all day would help. I jerked off before I called you but I could keep going all day. And my ability would let me. Wait, I just realized I can keep riding dicks and dildos every second of every day. Oh no, that’s so hot. Help me, Paris.”
The Stygian laughed. “You’re so cute when you’re desperate. You think cumming will clear your head?”
“Permission to jerk off, sir?”
Paris leaned in. “Only because we’re still experimenting. Once we got this whole deal stabilized I want you hot and horny at all times.”
“Yes sir. Wait, I’m getting a text from Cristiano.”
“Important shaman business?”
“He’s asking if I can pencil him in first thing tomorrow. He says he can’t even jerk off without thinking about that night.”
“Now that’s romance,” Paris said breathing heavy. He seemed to be getting close.
Theo pulled his jockstrap away and started jerking off, too. As fun as it would have been to keep going for hours, he had things to do. Cooking dinner if nothing else.