Sex God Saga 16
It's Getting Gay
FRIDAY:
As Paris had requested, Theo hadn't bothered getting dressed, opening the door in a well-fitting dark blue jockstrap.
The Stygian crashed into him for a passionate kiss, fingers already wandering to the shaman's hole.
Ace grinned as he closed the door. "Hi Theo. I had to listen to him whine the whole drive. Please fuck him already."
Paris dropped his blue and cream designer ensemble while Ace looked around the room.
Theo was bit overwhelmed by the attention. "Hey hey, sir, calm down."
Paris stumbled out of his pants. His hair was tied up in a small gold broche, matching his ear studs. He took a few deep breaths, standing there with his dick erect and both hands on Theo's body. "Right... calming down. Consent. Yes?"
"Wow, it's urgent, huh? Yes sir. How do you want me?"
Not even stepping away from the entrance, Paris turned Theo around where he stood and just fucked him from the back.
The Primal with maroon hair, apparently freshly cut and re-dyed, stood with arms crossed. He wore a black top with mesh sleeves that showed off his physique and black slacks. His belt was decorated with spikes as was a leather wrist band. "Am I supposed to get in line or something?"
Paris gave Theo's shoulder a light push. The bottom bent and met Ace's crotch.
The Primal stripped his shirt off and let the pants drop to the heavy boots.
"We don't have too long," Paris said. "Car's waiting. Give us everything."
Theo extracted himself from the Asian's dick. "As in max power?"
Paris gripped Theo's hair. "You heard me, slut."
Theo held onto Ace by the firm ass cheeks and let his ability loose.
Paris froze, holding perfectly still. Ace flexed his abs and whimpered, thighs quivering. After almost a minute, Paris exhaled again for the first time with a pained cry. He took a hard won breath and stumbled, nearly making them all fall.
The anal top incoherently grunt-yelped as he found a rhythm.
Ace's facefuck got uncomfortable as the prince kept pushing Theo into the Primal's crotch. Since he didn't have to hold back, his power could flow through his hands just fine. This would deplete eventually but slower than a pulse.
The bottom focused his power through his hands to keep Ace at maximum and rose up. The Earthweaver with the poker tattoo drew him into a kiss.
Theo flashed his spread hand at the mirror. Incu would give him a signal in five minutes. Maybe if both tops had cummed, they'd be easier to talk to. Not that Theo minded.
###
Stop and go traffic. Paris and Ace sat broad legged on either side of Theo, squeezing him in. Their eye contact made clear they knew it and were having fun.
"I have a confession," Theo said.
"Something that'll make me punish you?" Paris asked, grinning.
Theo stayed serious. "Cristiano was here at sunrise, as expected. He got me to the point where I gave him max power. We knew he can handle it but I know we said I shouldn't do that unless I give that guy boyfriend status."
Ace put his arm around Theo. "Maybe we're thinking too much in categories. We can make a list of tiers, but maybe it should be a guy by guy basis? If we know he's not going to go crazy where's the problem? Then again, `tiano sounds a little addicted."
Paris sighed. "I'm taking you guys for brunch. Can our problems wait until I had some coffee?"
"Need a nap?" Theo asked.
"Are you asking because you need one? We'll be stuck in this traffic for another fifteen minutes at least."
Theo leaned on the prince's shoulder. "Yeah, a little rest would be nice. I've had a busy morning, you know?"
###
Theo's list of men:
My ability is harmless at `level one', but gets psychologically addictive at higher levels, and might be dangerous at maximum output, although the psychology muse said it'll fade over time.
"I think getting to try you multiple times is what got me `addicted'. The first time faded quickly from memory because it was just so unbelievable." –Ace
"Can confirm. So it's probably not the biggest deal to mess up once." -Paris
We want to limit the potentially dangerous effect that could make a Bart/Mo situation happen by deciding who gets what level. The fact Incu now feeds off sex at my place means I can't go cold turkey either. ("You wouldn't do that to me, right babe?" - Paris)
The idea is that I reserve max power for men who are properly intimate with me, keeping the lower levels for fuckbuddies. Unless they've proven they can behave.
Paris Bellerose: Official boyfriend. Max power.
Ace Wang: Boyfriend tier. Max power.
"I'd be fine getting sorted lower, but equally I'm fine being more intimate with you." -Ace
Damien Bellerose: Fuckbuddy. Handles up to level 3 just fine.
Fulin Wang: Really wants to be a boyfriend. He's even texted to ask what it takes, which I didn't give much of a response to. Max power because he can handle it but I'm not sure about the boyfriend thing per se.
"I'd never have thought he'd want to be with a guy and frankly he's been behaving. I think his past girlfriends would vouch for him being chill." -Ace
Cristiano White: Wants to be a regular but is not comfortable with anything gay beyond that. Probably fuckbuddy. Maybe take him out of the roster if he gets weird about it.
Duke & Aaron Kim: Acquaintances. Both agreed to stay at level 3 for now. Duke only reluctantly since he was really curious about max power. Under development.
Jun Ho, Dusk Howler alpha: Wants to be a fuckbuddy and hinted he's interested in dating for boyfriend status. Not sure what to make of it. Use noosphere more? Under development.
"I could have a third eye convo with him, just to check how serious he is." -Ace
Mako Yoshida: Really wants to be a boyfriend but doesn't like the term. ("Bad sign?" -Paris) The fact he's my neighbor and will check by often probably makes it easy to figure out if he can handle max level in the long run.
Mo Butler, dethroned arch-duke: Apparently he wants to apologize when I see him again.
There aren't any obvious guys to add to the list in the foreseeable future so this should be the full roster.
"And what about Keith? Oh come on, I'm just teasing you, babe." -Paris
###
SATURDAY:
The date with Paris and Ace had gone by quickly, as had the sex back at Theo's place after.
Friday had ended with a fairly quick fuck my Mako, an hour of riding dildos and a shower jerk off, which was probably becoming routine.
Saturday morning started with Jun checking in. Yet another round of under-the-shirt cocksucking, mirror flexing and Jun's own rap. A great way to get into a gym mood.
At work, Theo's surveillance was loosening and yet no demon attacked. The Watcher kept creeping up on him as reflections in the dessert display and as one really insistent Pomeranian. No big deal.
Fox and Yon Lee upstairs had a parent date planned and relied on their daughter Celeste to watch the little ones, but then Celeste had been called to an urgent work thing. That was how Fulin arrived at the Smiling Panda just ahead of Theo.
"Hey," Fulin said with a wide smile as he opened the door in sleeveless flannel. The Lee apartment behind him was big and tidy except for the many toys strewn around. "Here to help wrangle werewolf cubs?"
"Just hoping I won't be in the way," Theo said and came in.
"You know Jericho and Victor?" Fulin said. "Five and seven. Jericho is in his firetruck phase."
Theo had seen the boys but mostly with Yon Lee ushering them down the stairs.
Fulin pointed at two brown skinned girls busy with coloring books. "Batsheva and Harshika. Twins and so well behaved it's a miracle. At least compared to Mako's little sister."
"Are they Primals? I wasn't sure if that's weird to ask Fox."
"They are. Redeemers killed their mother when they were babies. The dad left them with relatives to hunt down the Redeemers and he did but it kinda broke him. Those relatives reached out to other Primal clans."
"Wow, that's a lot."
Fulin looked pensively at the shaman and for a moment Theo figured the serious topic had stirred a memory but the muscleman with buzzcut and nose ring bit his lower lip as he kept staring. "You don't suppose..."
"What?" Theo said.
"A quick blowjob? One minute?"
"Ugh. Finish your wrangling shift first, horndog."
Fulin leaned in, his eyes narrow. "Do not make that my new nick. I'm barely weathering the ba-subpar dog puns."
"You realized you were going to say `bad dog' a bit too late, huh? And I'm not afraid. Your bark is worse than your bite."
Fulin was about to respond when Jericho started yelling "Tank Tank Tank, look. Tank Tank!"
Fulin waved Theo away. "Chop some stuff for their dinner. Celeste put everything out."
Theo had barely entered the kitchen when his phone rang.
"Leylani?" he asked on picking up.
"Yes, can you talk?"
"I can. I'm home, kinda."
"We found a strange connection between your bio-parents and some Primals."
Theo put Leylani on speaker and waved Fulin to join him.
"There was a clan," Leylani continued, "called the Forest Kin or however you'd translate it. Maybe five or so people of the" -she enunciated slowly- "Schwarzwald family couldn't agree on a new Wild Mother or Father. One of them tried to solve the conflict with conjuring but might have stumbled onto a trickster muse. Demanded worse and worse acts for veneration. Turned out to be working for a god of blood or something. Classic demon horror shit show."
Fulin held the inattentive Jericho on his hip and tried to keep him from babbling.
"Brigitte Schwarzwald and her newborn got sacrificed to that demon god. Or so the record says. The guy who created the mess was put down without giving up all the details. And this Brigitte was friends with your birth mom during school."
"Aaaand," Theo said, "you think there's a connection?"
"I'm trying to subtly get DNA from your birth parents, which is a little tricky across continents."
"Wait, you think I'm that allegedly dead Primal kid?"
"The timeline checks out. She may have hidden you with Baseliner friends and then, well, got sacrificed before she could, I dunno, arrange a letter to be given to you on your eighteenth."
"If I'm already part Stygian, which we thought was confirmed by my noosphere sight... Is that a thing? Hybrids?"
"Yep," Fulin said.
"The hybrids that existed," Leylani said, "usually got the best of both words, if diminished, and not some crazy new sex ability. Uh, I meant to check in with you on that anyway."
Theo switched from speaker and nodded at Fulin. The alpha took the restless Jericho away.
"Is there a way to confirm any of this?" Theo asked.
"I've heard the Convent of Agrippa is working on something. In the meantime, maybe get some Primal lessons?"
###
The moment Celeste was back, Fulin dragged Theo into the staircase, making the blond stumble down a few steps. The alpha took his flannel off in the corridor.
"Wow, haha," Theo said. "Where's the coming from?"
"I'm so in lust with you, you have no fucking idea, bitch."
Theo unlocked his own door with Fulin pushing into him from behind. The erection that had been carefully shrunk by metamorphosis or glamour was back to its true size.
"You're that into me, huh?"
Fulin pushed them through once the door was open. "I've been in love with girls, but I've never craved anyone like this. I would... I'd... fuck, I'm trying not to say anything that would scare you into bailing. I'll protect you. From anything, okay?"
The apartment dimmed with red-tinged light and a few candles lit up by themselves. Incu wasn't visible in the mirror but doing his magic to make the place sexy.
Fulin pulled his pants off, now naked and increasingly hard, his breath deep.
"One second," Theo said and took a single cornflake from his kitchen. He crumbled it into a steel bowl. "That's Glinty. He lives in what was my cornflake bowl so now he gets a cornflake in the evening and a drop of milk in the mor-"
Fulin tackled Theo into an embrace, struggling to get the shirt off the shaman. "Fuckmefuckmefuckme."
"Yes sir, hehe."
Soon Theo was down to a black jockstrap and Fulin lifted him onto the alpha's hips. Face to face, Theo guided the massive dick into his hole and slipped down the shaft.
"Oof, didn't get any smaller, sir."
Fulin spoke with despair through a cracking voice. "Ride me, faggot."
Theo slid all the way down into the Primal's crotch, accepting the pleasure getting pumped into his guts. He was feeling mildly insane with lust himself. "Enjoying it, big guy?"
Fulin looked beautiful in the throes of ecstasy. Theo leaned in for a kiss. Fulin flinched away, his anger not even fully manifesting in his expression before it turned to confusion.
"S-sorry," Theo said. "Still straight, huh? I won't try again."
"Give... give me everything."
Theo let maximum power flow into the muscleman. Fulin's breath turned to a wheeze. He held Theo and fucked him from below but his motions were more bodyrolls than humps, driven by shivers.
Their faces met and Fulin accepted the lip contact. "Mmmmhmhhmmloveyou."
Theo broke away, holding onto the man's shoulders, legs holding onto the round glutes. He dropped to level one. "Say it again. Say it while you're sane."
"Iloveyou," Fulin shouted and rammed their lips together for a French kiss so sloppy Theo tasted more of the alpha's nose than his tongue.
Fulin tumbled to the mattress and half sank, half tossed himself down, Theo underneath. He used his powerful legs to drive his entire length in and out.
"Ung, s-sir."
"Bitch."
"Sir."
"Faggot."
More kissing. Theo moved faster between levels. Normally he made it come and go in waves, instinctual, letting his power do the work while he leaned back without thinking too much. Now he tried to use his ability – maybe in mean way. First gear, max power, first again. He wanted Fulin insane.
A hand on his neck, pushing. Theo made a gargling sound and dropped to first level. Fulin moved his hand, pinning the bottom down by the shoulders instead. "Gimmi!"
Theo gave. Fulin's face took on the messy expression between rage and terror like during their first fuck. He hammered into Theo like it was the last sex of his life.
Theo glanced at the mirror where a bull headed man faded in. The conjurer drew a circle with his pointer finger – the sign for `warn me when my next appointment is coming up'.
Then his focus was entirely back on the alpha.
###
"You know you could join, right?"
Fulin hugged him closer. It was a hot hug, almost crushing, the Primal's naked body holding his little spoon in a heavy wrap. "Hm, feels a bit like you're springing that on me."
"Sorry," Theo mumbled. "I wasn't going to mention it while we were babysitting, but I'd be okay with you joining or not."
"And it's just... a dude orgy?"
Theo chuckled lightly. "There's a gay bar next to it, where we'll have a drink first. Then you could choose to head in with us. A bathhouse is hard to explain. There's saunas and a hot tub, but also, yes, it's all dudes and they're all horny."
"Crazy. I mean, I kinda knew that was a thing but... I think I'll sit this one out. Although, if I came I'd get to ravage you again, right?"
Theo turned in the hug to look at Fulin. "Not like it's safe for me to bang a Baseliner. But maybe you'd get too much attention. You're... a lot of gay guys' type."
"Your type?"
"I'm," Theo started and badly suppressed a laugh, "more of a cat person."
Fulin pinched the blond's nipples. "You were sitting on that one, asshole."
"Dicks aren't the only thing I can sit on."
"Oh yeah? You like getting pinched? How about I make you show up to your orgy black and blue. Not such a smart mouth now, huh?"
"Bad dog."
"I'll break you in half, bitch."
Theo leaned into the tickle torture and placed a kiss on the edge of Fulin's mouth.
The alpha slammed Theo into the mattress by the neck, face filled with... confusion? Theo checked the noosphere. He got an impression of flickering and of descent on rugged terrain, of a crushing burden settling and lifting. He wasn't good at interpreting emotions yet. Fulin's underlying drives were comparatively easy to read – pleasure and sex and seeing himself as a man, a need to own, and a scarily strong need to be protect. Or was that Weidong interfering?
The Asian rose. "I should head out. Got things to... brood over. Say hi to your boyfriends for me."
Theo managed to slap the alpha's ass before the man stepped out of reach. "Will do, sir."
###
The Griffin Dragon Unicorn was both bar and bathhouse right next to each other.
Five more men were entering the warm, dry air of the locker room where some gentlemen were already disrobing.
Paris had left his jewelry at home, only the gold nails hinting at his color scheme, his dreadlocks freely falling on his head in a way that by now felt domestic to Theo.
As planned Paris had brought Damien who seemed perfectly at ease. Ace had brought a surprise guest, too.
The maroon haired, lean hunk leaned into Theo once they were both naked, towels over their shoulders.
"What do you think, T-boy?"
Theo gave Ace a greedy once-over. "Being out of your edgy clothes always makes you feel a lot softer and sweeter."
Ace gave him a playful slap on the head. "Not me, dork. Your resident personal trainer is only here because of you."
Theo looked at Duke. Where his older brother was more boy', Duke was more man', his tattooed arm and tiny face tats with the snake bites giving him a ruggedness, the fake blond on top of shaved black sides and back adding a hint of youth. And his body was certainly more than Theo could have asked for.
But he wasn't comfortable. With his towel firmly around his waist, Duke weathered the hey beefcake' and see you downstairs' with pained smiles.
"He's... clearly here the first time," Theo said. "And probably the last."
Ace touched Theo's arm. "Not to say you owe him sex but it's kinda what I promised him. I didn't really think he was going to join."
Theo shrugged and smiled. "I'm fine with it. I should stay away from strangers anyway."
"Are you fine with it? I feel bad for creating pressure. I'm not going to `check' your answer."
Damien stepped up next to them. Being slightly taller than them let him cast a shadow in the locker room with only a few major light sources. "Apropos third eye. I hear you're one of us and one of them, Theo?"
"Leylani raised the possibility."
"I think she's a bit too eager to see patterns. Wouldn't you have manifested some talents yet?"
Ace stepped away with a shrug. "I'm willing to give lessons for a fair price." He slapped Theo's ass. "We can try again and again. Do we head in?"
Theo, the Stygians and Ace walked along with the towels in hand or around their necks. Duke stuck close, staying covered.
###
Duke did not grow any more comfortable in the darkness or near the dance floor. Theo soon pushed him into the next best stall.
The hunk glanced at the smooth black mattress in the equally black cabin. "They just... have stalls like that here."
"Yup," Theo said. "I've only been to Griffon Dragon Unicorn twice so I remember it feeling weird and nerve-wracking, but you came here for me, right?"
Duke pouted. "How arrogant. Maybe I came here for myself, you know? Explore."
"Should I leave and set you lose out there, then? I bet you can find a willing ass within three minutes."
"Man, I dunno. I'm figuring myself out and I'm not good at flirting at the best of times."
Theo closed the door. "Are you going to relax if we bang?"
Duke glanced at the door. "No lock, huh?"
Theo chuckled. "I never thought about that. No, but it's really frowned upon to intrude. We can leave it open if you want a potential audience."
"I'd rather just..."
Theo pushed the man onto the mattress and made him scoot far enough back Theo could kneel on the bed, too. "You weren't this tense the first time."
"Yeah, I didn't know what I'd lose if I messed up. Still doesn't feel real."
"Yeah? How's this?" Theo bent down and started cocksucking. Of course he started in first gear but spiked up to third. Mixing his ability with his general, hopefully okay blowjob techniques had become second nature.
Duke spasmed, leaned back and arched, his legs draped around Theo's back. "That's real, yeah. Fuck. I... didn't cum, right? I keep thinking I must have. Aw yeah, deeper." He reached into Theo's hair and pushed. "Gag on my giant, baby."
The bottom pulled away. "Baby? Haha."
Duke shrugged. "Feels weird calling you slut or something. I don't say sexy stuff to guys. I mean, if I have to. Dive in, boy whore."
Theo had become more keen on blowjobs since manifesting his magic power since he got so much of a reaction out of his tops now. Eyes on Duke's abs and the grimacing face beyond the firm pecs, the shaman plateaued on third level until the fake blond Primal fell apart under him.
Theo climbed on top.
"P-please," Duke mumbled, teary.
"Please what?" Theo teased.
"Give me that pussy, uh boy pussy? Boy cunt? I'm new to this, okay?"
Theo chuckled. "Call it whatever. I just think you're so cute when you struggle."
"Thanks."
"I hope you figure yourself out. Seems Aaron already did and picked `straight with the occasional Theo'."
"Ugh, can we not talk about my brother during sex? Just sit on my giant."
Theo let his ass swallow the dick and began gently riding. "I was going to ask. You grew that thing, right? With permanent metamorphing."
"Yeah, duh. Every guy would. I was really only going to grow it to medium, or a tiny bit more but Aaron – fuckdammit you got me talking about my brother. Anyway, Aaron kept making his bigger and we got into competition, which we both realized was dumb so we agreed to be the same down to the millimeter. Enough now, just ride. More power."
Theo enjoyed Duke's body as he bottomed from the top. If it hadn't been for the novelty of the Primal's attractive physique it would have been relatively boring, even if Duke was halfway freaking out at the pleasure.
During a moment of first level, Duke sat up and gripped Theo tight. "Give me max power. Sorry, I... I promised myself so hard I wasn't going to keep bringing it up but... Can I please?"
"We can talk about that once you've cummed."
"That's so unfair. Tank gets as much as he wants just because he found you first."
Theo took a deep breath. "We can stop if you're-"
"Fuck no." Duke held Theo tight and flipped them around to be on top. "You like me in charge right? Faggot. Cocksucker." Duke spat in Theo's face. "You make me horny enough to rip you apart, twink."
It was a bad idea but Theo was horny and wildly curious.
Duke froze and scrunched his face as if bearing pain. He exhaled hard and started to slowly, gently fuck again. Then harder and harder, less coordinated than before. His face filled with terror and disbelieve. He struggled to keep himself stable and dropped onto Theo. Max level had the Primal cry-whimper for a minute until deeper grunts took over as he found his footing.
Theo initiated a kiss. Duke held it, then responded. Another man on the list had made it to max level status.
###
Theo dropped himself between Paris and Damien who made room for him. The chamber was just a widened corner of a corridor with benches on the walls and a few standing tables. Porn played on three screens across the area. Men walked by, chatting, groping.
"I gave Duke the big one. He took it well but he left. I saw him out."
"Look at you," Paris said, "all confident and relaxed."
Theo put his arms around the Stygians to either side. "Where's Ace?"
"Found a guy."
"Cool. What have you been doing?"
"Reminiscing," Paris said, half as a question in Damien's direction. "Trying to get big bro used to all the attention."
"I had no idea," Damien said, "normal men can be this... obnoxiously leery. I get more attention than women give me at any party I've ever thrown."
"You don't have to stay," Theo said.
"Oh no, it's fine. I did this to myself. I made Paris show me how to get attention and then it turns out I'm just instantly better at it."
"I didn't show you anything," Paris said with a smirk.
"Maybe it was more of an imitation. Now I'm better at it, though, is the point."
Paris solemnly shook his head. "Just like when you stole my Halloween costume idea."
Damien responded with a grunt.
"Explain?" Theo asked.
"Fake childhood memory," Paris said. "With how old we appear, people expect us to have had some childish stuff happen, like, fifteen years ago, so we came up with some stories."
Damien put his hand on Theo's thigh. "Never been fond of the ones where I'm the bad guy."
The crown prince's hand wandered up the blond's towel.
"Risky," Theo said and laughed. "What if you accidentally touch my dick? Shock and horror?"
"First of all I'm not a little bitch," Damien said, "secondly I'm nowhere near it. It's not that big."
Paris pulled Theo's towel open just as the shaman hardened. "Hm, what if Theo made it a condition that you suck him off?"
Damiens's grip on the thigh tensed. "Is that a way to talk to your brother?"
"Not actually related. And you're avoiding the answer."
"Your boytoy doesn't want his dick sucked. Right, Theo? You're a bottom."
Paris pulled Theo into a half-hug. "Those labels are more fluid than you think. Right, Theo? You also think you deserve a blowjob for all the trouble."
Theo leaned back and twisted to look at Paris' face, inches from his. "I think you should forgive your brother for the Halloween plagiarism."
Paris slapped the back of Theo's head. "Idiot. Come here. I deserve a blowjob for that."
Theo rearranged himself on the bench to suck Paris off, keeping it in a steady second gear so the prince could act like everything felt normal even as he had three ultra-gasms a second.
"Right here?" Damien asked.
Paris laughed. "Didn't see all those dudes fucking at the edge of the dance floor?"
"I mean..."
"We'll take it to a cabin in a minute, right slut?"
"Sure," Damien said. "Let me in on it. Bitch, ass up."
Theo complied and felt a dick slide into him. He sank into the darkness of Paris' thighs.
###
Meeting other Knowing folk at the Griffin Dragon Unicorn was a good way of filtering those who weren't too straight.
The preliminary leader of the Shining Dark, now that Mo had been dethroned, was the `steward' Victor Ownes since the Shining Dark lacked princes.
Paris, Damien and Theo had their towels around their hips, waiting at a standing table near the softly rainbow-lit bar at the far back of the bathhouse.
Victor was easy to spot. He was an inch or two shorter than Theo and looked around mid-thirties, in truth being `older than sliced bread'.
He had dreadlocks short enough they stuck from his head like porcupine spikes, their tips frosted and with rainbow colored bands threaded in. His face was square with strong cheekbones on a short neck.
With him was another guy with brown skin light enough to be possibly interracial but his features were African with a flat nose and extra full lips. His hair was fluffy and voluminous, bouncing a bit with every step. He was buff, but mostly in the way his frame was built, similar to Damien.
"My dear princes," Victor said. "It's been a while. And you have to be the wonder-hole my little tribe made such a bad first impression on."
"It's fine," Theo said. "Mo was handled well."
"He'll personally apologize if you so wish. Can I expect you at the Drain tomorrow?"
Theo pointed at Paris. "The Onyx is having a thing the same night so I'm not sure yet."
"Ah," Victor made. "We try not to have scheduling conflicts, but you know."
"You should go," Paris said. "See the Drain. Mingle a bit with... the... other kind of people."
Victor laughed. "The high and mighty lord doesn't know what to call the peasantry. I think, Theo, you'll find that we're more in your price range."
Paris poked his tongue out.
"And this hunk," Victor said, "is Ray. He's British but doesn't sound like it anymore. We two," Victor checked if anyone was in earshot, "we fought together in world war two. Lost contact for a bit, then I lured him across the pond."
Theo let them both pull him into a hug, feeling their dicks through the towels. "Pleasure to meet you, Victor, Ray. I guess I'll check by the Drain."
"Do we get a sample of your magic?" Ray asked. "As long as you got your boyfriend there to stand guard, right?"
Victor elbowed his companion. "I would have liked to make a little more conversation first."
"Sure," Theo said, exhaling. "I'm actually so horny we could do it right here for all I care."
Paris pulled him along. "I'd rather find a nice cabin. It might get a bit crammed, though. I'll get us one of the big ones for rent."
Damien slipped in front of them. "No way you're leaving me here."
Victor groped Theo's ass, swiping the blond's towel away. "Orgy it is."
###
The men formed a circle, Paris, Ray, Victor, Damien. Theo was on his back, getting rotated between them. He only went for the first and second setting of his power as he got ass and face alternately fucked.
Adding any more power came with a risk he hadn't thought of before – that the men could jerk to orgasm. Having two guys at a time unoccupied led to idle masturbation outside the purview of his magic so cumshots were not prevented. The four Stygians had to control themselves.
The private cabin had a porn screen near the ceiling. Theo didn't get to see much of it since he and someone's ass cheeks in his face, fucking his throat, practically nonstop, but the Watcher's silhouette wobbled at the edge, eyes gleaming.
Theo retched as a top pulled out of his throat. It had been Ray. Victor was moving in.
"W-wait," Theo said, hoarse. "Enough rotisserie. Double up in my ass. We know I can take it."
Victor scooted into Paris' lap and both dicks entered Theo for a glorious sensation, although it came with initial struggle. This left Victor pushed forward and bent over enough he could kiss Theo.
Damien and Ray doubled up on Theo's mouth. His throat couldn't take two cocks but they didn't need to touch more than his tongue to experience his magic.
No longer in danger of suffocating, Theo chanced third level.
The response was four groans – nearly shouts.
Ray gripped Theo's head. "Keep going, bitch. Keep fucking going."
"I... I'm not sure, I should. Sorry."
"Babe," Paris said.
"Yes sir?"
"Keep it going."
Theo scattered third gear spikes into the mix and earned harder grips, pinches, and slaps. Victor leaned down and joined in the double blowjob, kissing Ray's and Damien's dicks more than the bottom's lips.
Fuck it', Theo thought and added max level. Insanity was too tempting not to use. If they turned Mo' on him he was completely screwed, but he wasn't in a state to think rationally.
Their spasms and wheezing grunts pressed down on him along with their uncoordinated hands. The oral tops took turns entering his throat with admirable discipline.
Ray sobbed, then laughed, sobbed again, laughed again, more and more hysterical. It infected the others and soon Theo was getting dicked down by four Stygians who were shaking with panicked, crazy laughter as they drove into him.
There was no danger of anyone cumming without Theo's say so. And he was fine holding off.
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The dance floor was decently full but most men just bobbed along to the generic, thumping tracks. Ray was the best dancer in the room, his fluffy hair flying as his body moved beautifully.
Theo imitated some of his motions, coarse and delayed. He blamed it on not wanting to make his dick slap around too wildly, still sensitive from his hard orgasm at the end of the five-some. He'd probably shot the biggest splash of his life.
Ray and Theo danced at each other, Ray like a gorgeous whirlwind, Theo like a block of wood by comparison, so he though. Their hands brushed along each other's bodies, semi-hard dicks kissing whenever Ray grinded up to the blond.
Someone backhugged Theo and danced with him from behind. Not the first time that had happened tonight. He just waved the stranger to move on but the man only tightened the hug, head on Theo's shoulder, pinching his nipples.
Even in the flashes of mostly pink, green and orange light, Theo spotted the maroon hair.
"Oh, hi Ace," he shouted at the backhugger. "Had your own adventure?"
"Two fucks," Ace said. "Wanted to get a comparison. Can I have your ass now?"
"Man, I feel like I should be all fucked out. Anal-only healing factor is a blessing and a curse."
Ace waved like a kid at Ray as he dragged Theo off to the adjacent room. A thoroughfare from dance floor to bar, with two alcoves. It was quiet enough to chat, but loud enough to feel like a party. The Primal hunk pushed Theo into one niche's bench and pulled the shaman into his lap.
They sat face to face while Ace got hard.
"What do you need a comparison for?" Theo asked. "Drafting a report for my file, hehe?"
Ace's hands wandered along Theo's sides and thighs. "Trying to figure out a few things, about me, about you. How deep I want to be in it, if you'll have me."
"Explain? Cause I'll have you. I mean, are you kidding? You'd still be out of my league in my fucking dreams. Even if Paris wives me up, I think you'd get whatever you want from me."
Ace seemed genuinely coy. "I'm... lost for words. Didn't know you were this assertive, T-boy. Thank you, sure, but I've never had anything that wasn't totally casual and you, little slut, are too addictive to keep casual."
Theo grinned. "You're figuring out how much freedom I'm worth giving up for?"
"You got me. It's mostly about control to me, staying in charge of myself. Maybe I'm `afraid of commitment', boohoo, but I don't want to get tied up in things I'm not a hundred percent sure about. Can you sit on my cock by the way?"
Theo rose, positioned the top's dick and slid down. He started in second gear, making Ace flex like a whole-body cramp, his face showing something like intense worry.
The Primal pulled Theo into a kiss to muffle his voice-cracky scream.
Theo rode the man's lap for a bit, letting his intuition guide him between his lowest and highest power output.
"I was told," Theo said after a few minutes, "you're an Earthweaver. I'm not sure I remember right but that's got nothing to do with freedom, right?"
Ace smiled, keeping their faces close together. "I'm not really anything but yeah, I accepted Earthweaver as preliminary role. I'm supposed to keep connections to Baseliners, keep us grounded in society. Not much pitchfork and torch action in this century so it's mostly about making sure everyone's got friends. And I'm supposed to investigate rule breaches, but without magic aid I'd be shit out of luck."
"Let me guess. You don't have a fae bound because... freedom? Commitment?"
Ace laughed. "Bingo. Kinda. I was on the verge a few times, but it'd have to be a really special Outsider. One that fits me."
Theo caressed the man's face. "Edgy? A darkness archon? A nightmare jinn?"
"I was thinking fungi, maybe spiders, maybe blades. Not a great fit for the role."
"Fungi would have been cool. Since you're-"
"Don't."
"-such a fun-guy."
Ace leaned forward. "I should punish you."
"As you please, sir. But have you considered..." Theo said, trailing off as he let his power plateau at maximum. Ace was dangerously trembling, his mouth gaping like a fish on dry land. He looked like he was on too many drugs.
Theo made sure his narrow frame was covering them enough to keep onlookers from noticing.
Once Ace was able to think coherently again, he gripped Theo's ass cheeks and kept him still, balls-deep.
"That's a second punishment, for trying to make me forge the first. But anyway, I have Blood Drop and I like that one because I made him."
"Was that difficult? Purifying a demon? Badass, by the way."
"Thanks."
"I still stand by `tryhard', though."
"That's three punishment now, brat." Ace let his head roll back. "Ah, but no it doesn't take much effort. Either the fucker cooperates or he doesn't. First you cut him off. Blood Drop was sucking Valence, leaving folks anxious and restless, and I put a stop to that. Then you pump a prepared vessel full of V and wrap it in a seal that says `can't get in unless you promise to be good'. A bit fancier than that, bit more airtight, helped by a higher being if you can. But that's essentially it. If he takes the deal, you gotta watch out for betrayal but that's usually immediate."
"If you purified a demonic muse, would you take it on?"
"Probably not. At least not into my body like Weidong. Something free roaming like Everest. If the dagger hadn't worked out for Blood Drop I'd have tried my guitar next. Held wisps a few times."
"You play?"
"Not well, but yeah. I'll serenade you when I have you over."
"I'd love that."
Ray sat down next to Ace. "Hey you two cuties. Can I have another round with the wonder-hole?"
"Do I look like I'm done?" Ace asked, laughing.
Theo placed a hand on each man's shoulder. "I have two wonder-holes. Or you double up at the rear."
"Let's find a stall then," Ace said. "Hey Ray, any input on how to punish a brat? Something we can do three times in a row?"