A gay story: Sex God Saga Ch. 21 ### Sex God Saga 21
### Not A Beach Episode
FRIDAY:
First thing Theo had to do when arriving at Fulin’s was to suck the musclebound alpha’s dick. For his own peace of mind as much as Fulin’s.
The Broodguard stayed naked, his crazy big package swinging atop the mighty thighs. Theo, in a dark blue jockstrap and unable to cum, was quite distracted by that.
Theo picked through clothing piles, separating dark from light from white. The owner of the place picked up empty cans, snack packages and other assorted trash.
Theo glanced into a trophy cup from Fulin’s senior high school year. There was a remnant, smelling funky. “Dude, you’ve literally *never* cleaned your place?”
“Would you move in with me?” Fulin asked. “At some point?”
Theo snapped around to look at the man. “W-what?”
Fulin barely looked, only shrugging his big arms. “Just wondering out loud. I mean, I don’t feel like I’ll bother sinking my dick into pussy again anytime soon. And you cook and clean, haha.”
“So you want me as a live-in maid with a lock that can handle your key?”
Fulin shrugged again and closed one trash bag. “Whatever roommate arrangement. I just don’t think Paris is a ‘moving in’ kinda guy. He takes things slow, right?”
“Yeah… I’m not sure I can handle living in a dump.”
“Hey, we’re fixing that.”
Theo laughed. “You couldn’t get your act together for a girlfriend but your one exception to straightness has you scrambling?”
“Fuck you.”
“No no, it’s cute.”
“Oh.”
Fulin looked like a child caught doing mischief, only making brief eye contact. “Love you.”
Theo blew him a kiss. “Love you, naked, mega-dong’d muscle-top.”
“Hehe.” The alpha flexed his pecs and thighs. “Love you, whiny twink bitch.”
They stepped toward each other.
“Whiny!?”
Fulin’s confidence was back. “Faggot, you sound like you’re crying when I enter you.”
“Anyone would, asshole, look at your rod.”
Coming face to face, Fulin nodded. “And I want to hear it again.”
“We got a quarter of the living room done. We can-”
The Primal grabbed the shaman in a jockstrap and threw him onto the mostly cleared sofa, then pounced on top of him. Theo instinctively spread his legs for the hardening dick.
“I do what I want with you, faggot,” Fulin said. “You cook, you clean, you get fucked, you worship me. Forever.”
“Sir yes sir, thank you sir.”
Theo’s ass accepted the mostly hard intruder and he let his instincts take over the power use. It was true, he sounded whiny on entry — but then Fulin wasn’t exactly an image of composure. They were pretty much screaming at each other’s face.
### ### ###
Being at the Griffin Dragon Unicorn again — the front facing bar, not the bathhouse behind in — saw Theo nursing a toxic blue liquid from a tall glass.
“And how’s work?” Ace asked, not totally serious.
Theo slumped slightly. “Working at the Sliming Panda makes me feel more like a charity case than leeching off Seiko directly. Okay, maybe that’s not true but… I’m more an obstacle than a kitchen aid. And they only need me during rush hour, if that, which is where I’m also most in the way.”
Mako pushed around his glass of clear liquid full of mint leaves. He wasn’t making eye contact. “If it helps, my mom doesn’t mind you.” His voice was a bit quiet. “And since you moved in she said I seem a little more… How do I translate that? Low-strung? And you’ll grow into the work and, uh…”
Ace chuckled. “Dude, you’re so nervous. Pull your shoulders any higher and they’ll block your ears.”
Theo watched the Forgedancer lean back in forced repose. Mako wore a sleeveless hoodie in dark purple, his short ponytail freshly trimmed into shape. Ace was in a black mesh shirt. Theo had his usual plain attire but dared to go out with a leather collar — Paris had put him up to that.
“If you don’t want to go in,” Ace said, “you don’t have to.”
“Yeah, it’s all casual,” Theo said. “Fulin’s decided against it and he’s way more like ‘new queer here, look at me’. Didn’t think you’d mind so much since you’ve dumped more cumshots into me than anyone.”
“Really?” both Primals asked, Ace curious, Mako a bit confused.
Theo shrugged. “Not keeping count but he’s most available so we banged every day since I moved in, roughly.”
Ace chuckled. “Roughly as in ‘rough count’ or ‘rough fuck’?”
“Yes.” Theo patted Mako’s thigh. “Wouldn’t let him sneak in every night if he wasn’t fun.”
“Fuck it,” Mako said. “You want a date night, I want your ass. Let’s go. Wait, is it dark in there?”
“Some places.”
“Ace, you’ll protect me if someone gets rapey?”
“Hey,” Theo said and flexed an arm. “*I* can protect you. You’ve seen me improve. We go to the same gym.”
Ace flexed his much more developed biceps. “Arm wrestle me about it?”
Theo theatrically sagged. “I admit defeat.”
Ace flexed both arms. “Wrestle me in general? Into that?”
“He’s gotta be,” Mako said. “He wouldn’t be obsessed with Tank if he didn’t like getting destroyed.”
“I’m not obsessed. I like him a normal amount.”
Ace leaned in, tapping his forehead. “Third eye wide open. Want to say that again?”
“Fine, I’m crazy for-” –a flash of white hair- “Oh, excuse me a sec.”
A skinny, too-young Asian in shabby, washed-out, oversized clothes. Theo followed and tapped him on the shoulder as the man moved to the bathhouse entrance.
“Hi Cain.”
A flicker of surprise showed on Cain’s unmoving face before he settled back into a stony expression. He nodded in greeting.
“Didn’t know you’re, uh, here,” Theo tried.
Cain glanced around. Annoyed? “My dick can’t tell who’s sucking it. That’s all.”
Ace stepped up next to Theo, arm around him.
“You can hang with us,” Theo said. “We were just going in.”
“No, I just want a quick fuck or two.”
Ace pinched the shaman’s back. A predetermined signal his third eye was seeing lies.
“You…” Theo started, wracking his brain, “don’t need anything else? We can hang out later.”
Cain’s voice stayed neutral but his expression turned more annoyed. “I’ll find some pitiful geezer to take me home, okay? That’s all. Can I go now?”
“If you need a couch to crash on…”
Cain let out a laugh and gave him a once over. “I have plenty of couches.”
“Are they… good couches?”
Cain shrugged. “If the owners are currently out, yeah.”
“Out as in ‘at work’? Not in the country?”
Cain mimed injecting himself in the forearm. “If I may leave now, officer, I’m going to get myself a warm bed.”
Theo stayed as Cain left, sighing.
“Poor twink,” Ace said.
“You think we can help?”
“Maybe don’t take on a charity case of your own, charity case. We’ll keep an eye out, yeah?”
Mako slapped Theo’s ass. “Ready to show your caged mini-cock to a crowd of drunk gays with their dicks out?”
Theo felt his horniness crash into him full force. “More ready every day.”
### ### ###
SATURDAY:
Not every Mysterium community got along as splendidly as the one in Concordia, although no US state had any kind of civil war going on.
It was tradition to create a neutral space for negotiations and in Harpersfield that was Pavilion Glade – a section of the otherwise public Pavilion Park.
The demiplane was barely bigger than the pavilion it housed, tinted in the gentle orange of a sunset when the park around it was cast into foggy gray.
Ingrum, a muse of family, was the protector of this sanctum. She inhabited a wooden effigy of a pregnant woman. Theo and Keith were having a snack on a chess table before her.
“If you’re going to be light-focused,” Keith said, “at least for now, you’ll need to do a bit of… wiggling. Not sure if there’s an agreed upon term for it.”
Theo lifted the loaf of artisanal bread. To his summoning skill, there was a smear across it, wafting up and retreating back in. “You mean, because it’s a bread wisp.”
“Bread, grain, flour, harvest – wisps are fluid. You say your minotaur had bound it for you already?”
“Yeah, Incu said he can bind a host of wisps for me, or a sprite and a few subordinate wisps. He’s getting as much Veneration as from a whole whorehouse in ancient Arabia. His words.”
Keith grinned. “Seen its Visage yet?”
“Yeah, it’s a butterfly when it wants to be more than a flicker in the air.”
Theo pulled out his drawings, which included a butterfly in pencil, ringed by a simple diagram of dots and arrows — an Atlas glyph mostly saying ‘welcome on in’.
He tried to pour the bread wisp into the drawing.
“Once it’s gotten used to being a light wisp,” Keith said, “or sunshine or daytime or whatever, do you have a different vessel in mind?” The Asian shaman flicked his own earring where Coco lived. “Since Melisandre is always with me, I don’t have to worry much about my companions buzzing off, but your vessel should be more fitting.”
“I was thinking, actually…” Theo started but broke eye contact. “Uh, I’d have put it into some metallic glint. Inspired by you.”
Keith leaned back, legs in white pants dropping apart. He laughed quietly. “Not like I trademarked that idea. You flatter me so, Theo. Got a name for it?”
“Glowy?”
“By Jove, you’re hopeless.” Keith feigned annoyance. “A genius with the brush, a fool with words? Is that how you tick?”
Something about Keith mocking him, made Theo *desperate* to suck his cock like never before. Good thing regular shamans couldn’t look at the noosphere. He grabbed a bite from their snacks and munched until-
“Oh, Glowy went in. Good boy, or girl, or butterfly.”
“So what ‘metallic glint’ were you talking about?” Keith asked. “Getting earrings?”
Theo mumbled, “Paris.” He cleared his throat. “Paris likes me in collars. I was thinking of… using that as an excuse to wear them more.”
Keith tapped the table with his fingers, leaning back. “Well well well, the old timer is really going with the urban fantasy vampire theme, huh? He should have dated a certain Primal if he likes goth attire and dog play so much, hehehe.”
“Ha, he kind of is. I mean, I don’t exactly keep them all separate.”
“Man,” Keith signed. “How big is your entourage now? A dozen? I envy you but that also sounds exhausting. No, please don’t correct me if it isn’t, it’s the only thought that keeps me from turning deep green with envy.”
“Envy?” Theo said with a teasing voice. “You’d like your own parade of cocks?”
“Admittedly, in my head, I switch the sexes, but I guess that helps me envy you less. Oh, is Paris coming later?”
Theo shrugged and carefully picked up the inhabited butterfly drawing. “He’s got some semi-emergency meeting. His old buddies are back in town and parking at the Onyx.”
“Right right, the Ebon Mist, biking through. Never met them.”
“Ditto. We might at some party or another, though. Stygians need their Vibrancy.”
Keith brushed crumbs into a napkin. “So you’re going to show up in a collar later?”
“That’s the plan. Why? Is that not okay?”
Keith chuckled. “Nah, but I was wondering if your super special ability would require you to strip to cross the threshold. Only your little cage and the collar.”
“Haha, that would be messed up huh? Even less envy now?” Theo was so horny his thighs *tingled*. “S-seen it yet?”
“Yup,” Keith said. “Duke put the pics into your file. Personally, I’d be mad there’s no ‘before’ pics. It looks really small now.”
“Haha, well at least it’s not in the way much,” Theo said, already thinking of himself jackhammering a dildo into his ass the moment he got home until it was time for the big trip.
### ### ###
Arcadia was a desert of red and yellow sands, centered around a pyramid with the top third cut off, a gold trim running along every edge.
It was large as demiplanes went, the horizon barely noticeable. The sun was constantly setting, casting the light of the magic hour across the assembly of buildings.
Instead of desert heat there was mere summer warmth.
Theo wore a wide t-shirt with a deep u-cut to show off his thick leather collar, with studs where Glowy resided. His jean shorts had been cut even shorter on a whim. He was feeling too slutty for his own good and there was no way to clear his head.
Keith had donned an oversized white shirt and holey, white jeans with a long red belt nearly dragging on the ground. Piercings dangled from his white baseball cap, a silver sun dangled from one ear.
Since the older shamans had visited Arcadia before, their group consisted of young members. Coralline in a flowery dress, Cristiano in beige hip-hop attire, Ace with tattered black shorts and a black polo shirt so tight it was practically painted onto his amazing physique, Fulin in cargo shorts with his shirt tugged into the hem, going topless.
Paris matched them in apparent age, at least. Dreadlocks up in a golden clasp, wings of gold and pink eyeliner, a half-tucked open shirt with illegible print all over, a belt of gold segments on ripped jeans.
“Feels like a day at the beach,” Fulin said.
“You’re just saying that,” Ace said, “to excuse your exhibitionism.”
“So? Don’t be jelly of-”
“Over there,” Keith said, purposefully loud and sharp, “the tent-city looking thing is the bazaar. Since Arcadia is overflowing with important shit, they rotate through what’s open and the bazaar was last week. That ruin looking thing is where we’d Venerate Atieno, god of dusk and dawn.”
“What’s the shanty town?” Coralline asked.
“The institute.”
“Really?” she asked, surprised. “I thought it’d be more like our mage tower.”
Keith shrugged. “It’s just an emergency wizard school, really. If I hadn’t had anywhere to send Theo, I’d have stowed him there for his welcome lessons.”
There were maybe a dozen people here, from all over the world. There were muses, too, largely in animal form.
They approached the pyramid — the museum.
After a small lobby to clear sand off their shoes, the gang of seven reached the central room where light fell in from a ceiling hole. This space was dedicated to Outsiders. With benches along the walls and artifacts in glass displays it felt like an art gallery. A fresco wrapped around a ten foot high column in the middle, depicting gods in the form or people, animals and monsters.
The museum had four other major rooms, one in each corner of the pyramid. Runes were carved above the entrances — no, Atlas glyphs serving as universally readable writing. Normally, a random wisp would have eaten the meaning out of the symbols but Atieno was guarding the place as he had for millennia.
Their tour group wandered into the room labeled Stygian.
Lit by an omnipresent, dim shine, the stone walls were decked out in ancient art from around the world. Masquerade gear, flutes, drums, wine bottles and decorated cups. Tablets and scrolls along the walls depicted bacchanals and other excesses of naked debauchery.
Paris breathed a sigh. “They always knew how to party. Shame the ancients didn’t know how great music was going to get.” He stood close to a tablet of dancing Babylonians. “They’d have loved EDM.”
“Not my first choice,” Cristiano said, “but I feel you in spirit, brother.”
“Also, modern drugs.” Ace said. “Double edged sword, of course. Sharp as fuck edges.”
The room was bisected by a mural, depicting Stygians and humans playing naked ring-around-the-rosy. Keith led them to the other side of the mural and pointed to a pedestal.
A silver chalice filled with gently bubbling wine.
Paris whispered. “Cup of Vibrancy. Shame on me for not making a pilgrimage here sooner. I think none of the men in my lineage have ever seen it.”
The chalice was inhabited by a force, not an Outsider but the will of a god. As Paris closed in on the artifact, the force became… agitated? The wine bubbled more, sloshing.
“No touching,” Keith said. “No drinking from it either.”
“I’m not an idiot,” Paris said.
Coralline hummed. “He’s just being careful. Play nice.”
“Lady, I could be your great-grandfather.”
“Mister, age is no excuse for attitude.”
Keith waved Paris away. “Let blondie try. It’s what we’re here for.”
Theo felt every eye on him. He stepped toward the chalice. Bubbling, agitation, movement.
“Stygian Theo confirmed,” Paris said. “Or half or quarter or something hybrid. Stygian card issued, babe.”
Fulin threw his arm around Theo’s shoulders. “Don’t worry. I like you anyway.”
The next room was for Primals. Branches wove along the walls. Carvings showed battles, wrestling contests and monster slaying. Scrolls depicted feats of strength, conquering mountains and standing on the corpses of enemies.
Many of the shown Primals had animal features with many being fully beast. Wolfs, goats, tigers, elks, dragons, seals. Phials contained blood, somehow liquid. Sickles and other farming tools hung among skulls.
“Fuck yeah,” Fulin said and flexed, his naked torso popping with muscles. Ace wore a lopsided smile and nodded to himself.
They rounded the mural of bestial hordes and let Theo step toward the Claw of Vigor, an animal toe nail nearly the size of his head. Primals had really been able to transform into *that*?
It gleamed with something like veins on his approach, turning into a true glow as Fulin stepped next to him.
“Mutt confirmed,” the alpha said.
Ace ruffled Theo’s hair. “Who’s a good mongrel?”
Theo barked, then got shy when everybody laughed.
Next came the room of the titans.
The central mural showed humans in Bronze Age attire surrounded by dwarves half their size. No, the small figures were the humans. The titans were named after their size.
Weapons and gilded art. Much more writing than elsewhere. Tablets upon tablets, many different writing systems, but Theo didn’t recognize-
“Oh, I can read that. All of it.”
Keith hummed satisfied. “The titans came up with Atlas glyphs. The sequence of events is lost but the glyphs were originally as much a human-to-human writing system as a guideline for Outsiders. Sadly, non-titan’s can’t make lasting glyphs. Even if a god helps out it’s immensely tricky.”
“This is the darkest mural,” Coralline said. “Kinda makes you glad they’re extinct.”
Titans were creatures of Vitality. They were able to live off of other people’s deaths and even suck them dry. If a Stygian or Primal drained a person of Vibrancy or Vigor respectively, that was bad enough, causing depression or frailty, but Titans had been able to outright kill with a stare.
“They got each other in the end,” Keith said. “At least that’s the legend. I bet people were sick of being ruled by giant assholes.”
Ace smirked. “Now we’re just ruled by regular sized assholes.”
Theo stepped up to the Branding Iron of Vitality. It had been a fearsome weapon in its day. It didn’t react to him, the force within it staying calm.
Paris exhaled. “That would have been one messy surprise.”
“Theo isn’t going to suck us dry?” Ace asked, incredulous. “Must have all been my imagination so far.”
“Don’t be mean,” Coralline said.
“He’s into humiliation actually,” Fulin said and got an elbow poke from Ace. The Earthweaver whispered to the Broodguard.
“I’d like to apologize,” Fulin deadpanned. “Tattling on my mongrel boyfriend’s innermost desires was inappropriate.”
Paris laughed. “Now if only you’d mean what you said.”
“Moving on,” Coralline said.
The final room was for angels. Scales, feathers, ceramic masks, crystals shaped into sitting figures.
The mural was vaguely Buddhist, showing meditating people and cloud motives.
“Are angels extinct?” Cristiano asked. “What’d you bet?”
“By now? Good chance,” Keith said. He saw Theo’s confusion. “They retreated into a demiplane to worship a super-powerful god. Some even called it Yahweh back then. I think we settled on Demiurge but it’s never stopped being controversial. No one’s heard from them in ages, though.”
“Yahweh?” Theo asked. “I thought there’s a rule against naming your Outsiders after currently worshipped deities.”
Keith chuckled. “That’s a much, much younger rule than the exile of the angels. And the fact they’ve named themselves angels tell you how arrogant they generally are.”
“My money is on *not* extinct,” Ace said. “They can rebirth themselves and moreover they’re immortal in the sense they can just… stop. No aging, no passage of time. I bet they’re frozen in stasis. Meditating until the heat death of the universe.”
Paris hummed. “Sounds like a legend that got exaggerated over time. Getting stuck in time would still take V, no?”
They rounded the mural. The Valence artifact was a mask of a human’s face, as big as Theo’s torso, polished to a mirror shine. The force within it had reflections dancing on its surface, not quite matching what was in the room.
As the shaman approached it, seeing his reflection, the image blurred. The mask vibrated, flexed, wobbled. The force housed within reached and stretched, smear-like pseudopodia wiggling at Theo.
Fulin grunted. “Well fuck me in the ass and call me Theo.” Ace poked him.
“That’s,” Keith started and didn’t finish.
Paris looked confused but weirdly happy. “Babe, you’re the specialest twink I’ve ever had the pleasure to demolish. I don’t know how you did it but you’re a triple hybrid. Quadruple if you count the human part extra.”
Coralline patted him on the shoulder. “You’re the last angel. Somehow.”
Theo spread his arms. “W-what does that *mean*?”
Keith was the first to speak. “Cristiano’s gonna ask his dad, I guess. For now, we just finish sightseeing.”
“Beach day,” Fulin said.
“It’s not a beach if there’s no ocean,” Paris said.
“Get off my ballsack.”
“Bad pup, no treat.”
Theo took both their hands. “Guys? Boyfriends? Cool the jets.”
The two men looked at him, then each other. Their anger turned to… smirking. They said nothing but Theo was sure he’d be in trouble the moment they were back home.
### ### ###
Candle light. A dim blue glow from the mirror. Hard, thumping music.
Theo was on all fours, getting rimmed by Paris. Fulin was in front of him, on his back, legs spread. Theo rimmed the alpha’s smooth hole, the ass crack hot between round globes.
Using his ability via tongue was never going to be as automatic as through his hole, but he got it to work.
The Primal practically flopped on the mattress, crying out as pleasure rammed through him. Theo had to watch out for the bodybuilder’s wildly flexing legs as Fulin’s ballsack bounced on Theo’s face.
Paris entered the shaman’s hole and Theo took it as an opportunity to move up, licking Fulin’s dick.
Ace and Cristiano sat on the mattress, too, their backs against the wall, recovering from the orgasms of their second round.
Ace patted the Latino shaman’s thigh. “Is that coffee mug blinking at us?”
Cristiano had been nearly asleep. “Wha-?”
Theo pulled his lips away from the alpha’s dick. “It’s the Watcher. He likes bouncing around my mugs for some reason.”
“Wait, you’re being watched that much?” Ace said. “I thought the Watcher only observes strong Mysterium events.”
Theo didn’t get to answer. Fulin wanted a cocksucking and his motions were basically panicked, torn between hurting Theo to get what he wanted and… not doing that.
“No offense, T-boy,” Ace said. “You’re objectively eerie. You can take that as a compliment.”
“You like it spooky, emo kid?” Paris asked.
“Just might, your majesty.”
Theo went over to max power and his two tops sighed like the weight of the world had been lifted from their shoulders. Fulin broke into a whimpering sob, Paris laughed madly — almost a cackle.
Theo hadn’t been too keen on experiencing his own power, content to serve as magic bottom. But with nearly a week caged and constantly fucked, he craved the sensation of shooting a load.
Incu tapped the mirror in which he resided six times to indicate the hour. Mako was going to come knocking shortly, expecting his good night fuck.
Theo wrapped up and made Paris cream into his hole while Fulin sprayed his load onto his pecs.
“Round three?” Ace asked. Cristiano was suddenly totally alert.
Theo sagged, though he kept his ass up. “I need a break before my neighbor shows up.”
Fulin scooted into a sitting position at the edge of the mattress and let his shoulders pop.
“Aw, reschedule him?” Ace suggested. Then he laughed. “Or can’t you cause he’s your landlady’s son? Whoring out for rent?”
“Hey,” Theo said with mock outrage. “Everybody’s gotta make ends meet somehow.”
Fulin slapped Theo’s ass hard enough to hurt. “Your rear end is going to meet its doom once Mako’s done railing you.”
Theo sighed. “Yes sir.”
Maybe a giant cock would take off the edge.