Sex God Saga

Sex God Saga 29

Escalation to Climax

MONDAY:

While the Mysterium's institutions digested the discovery of the first human demiplane anchor, Theo spent the day getting his ass wrecked by Fulin. Eventually though, the alpha had to lead some of the Primal kids trick-or-treat-ing.

Since the Stygians were all busy setting up Halloween parties, the Lunar Tempest had offered to take care of Theo, at least until later that night.

The city was still well in view but Kinsley, the unattached Stygian, owned a vacation cabin with a little fishing lake near the park whose caretaker he was.

Fulin, wearing competent jack-o-lantern makeup courtesy of Celeste, dropped Theo off just after sun set. He'd sacrificed a tank top, tearing it to ragged scraps for the undead look.

Kinsley waited at the fence gate, clad in a trench coat, arms crossed. The century old black man greeted them with a nod. Ezra was with him, his baggy, grey hoodie hiding the buff physique but his big, cut legs well visible under gym shorts.

"Long time no see, Tank," Ezra said.

Fulin smirked. "Haven't really talked since the days when I called you `uncle' Ezra. Enjoy my boyfriend's ass while you can."

"Direct," Kinsley said.

Fulin hit a light flex. "Yeah? Want to pretend my boyfriend isn't a hot piece of meat?"

Ezra raised his hands. "You'll get the hot piece back in good shape, Tank. Happy babysitting."

The Broodguard grabbed Theo by the black collar and pulled him into an aggressive kiss. Theo had no chance of resisting, if he'd wanted to.

"Feeling possessive?" the shaman asked.

"Nope," Fulin said. "No issue sharing you around. Just can't get enough of you."

"Love you, muscleman."

"Love you, twink."

Theo went with the older men, entering the well heated cabin.

Hudson was on the sofa, half-watching a sports match, already in boxers. The Primal with Japanese tattoos from pecs to biceps sat wide legged and blew a final cloud from his vape before setting the device down.

"The slut's here," Hudson said.

"Sure am," Theo said, vaguely shrugging.

"We don't have to, uh," Ezra started.

"Fuck?" Hudson guessed. "Come on, Theo's no girl. We don't have to be coy. We're all men. With a sex drive. Horny perverts."

Kinsley took off his coat, revealing nothing but sweatpants. "Hud' is going macho-mode because he's the most insecure here."

Hudson flashed both middle fingers.

Kinsley ignored him. "We've all been thinking since our shower adventure. Since you have a master now, there's little danger of us harming you. At least not without unthinkable repercussions."

"Good?" Theo guessed.

Ezra chuckled, sitting down on the sofa's backrest behind Hudson. "We can go crazy safely. Bang you silly. You're three weeks locked now, right? You have to be going insane. I've been told that's nothing yet."

Theo was feeling hot. "A-actually I got attacked by a wisp and Paris thinks I skipped months. I'm at plateau. Swimming in horny."

"Cool," Ezra said, breathing deeper. "Strip?"

Theo glanced at the window. A female or androgynous figure lived within the glass, translucent and wobbling as if seen thought non-existent rain. "Uh, who is that voyeur?"

Three heads turned and Kingsley huffed a laugh. "Callidora is a muse of the moonlight, living in the reflection of the lake outside. She can keep the place a sanctum and does tonight. Extra security so nothing happens that makes Tank rip us a new one."

Theo touched his collar. "I have an Outsider in there, another in this bracelet and one in a bottle in my bag."

"Should be fine," Kinsley said. "Callidora got some sprites by the lake. Breezer the storm imp, Bubbles the water pixie..."

The Stygian undressed Theo and the blond complied. By the time he was naked, only in cage and collar, Ezra and Hudson had fully stripped.

Theo got gripped by hair and collar and pushed into Ezra's crotch. His power automatically supplied first gear pleasure when his tongue met the buff man's cock.

Ezra sighed long and deep. "Ahhhh, suck my rod faggot slut."

Hudson pulled Theo's hands together in the small of Theo's back and lined up his dick. The bottom's ass readied itself with magic.

"Let's start this slow," Hudson said and pushed in. He whined. "Oh no, fuck going slow."

The buff, Japanese literature teacher fucked so fast it felt like he was spasming. Theo got slapped into Ezra's crotch.

Someone else gripped his hair and pulled him away. Kinsley held the bottom where their eyes could meet and raised an orange box between them. "Know what this is? Cattle prod. We thought about whips but I'd rather not damage Paris' property. This one's going to leave less of a mark. Up for it?"

"I... dunno?"

Kinsley put the prod against Theo's cage. "Does this thing conduct?"

The device beeped and Theo's entire body rocked under the shock to his dick. It was so much harsher of a sting than he'd imagined. But he was so hornier than he'd ever thought possible.

"You felt that, slut?"

"Yes. Fuck."

"Does it hurt?"

"Yes, it fucking hurt."

"Like it?"

"Y-yes, sir!"

Kinsley prodded Theo's ass. A beep and his glutes clenched with a zap of pain. Hudson grunted. He was having fun. The other ass cheek followed, then Ezra was done waiting and pulled Theo back into his cock.

A while later, when they'd moved onto the sofa, Kinsley fucked the whole length of his cock into Theo's throat, while Ezra took over ass duty and Hudson got the prod. The inked Primal liked going for Theo's nipples and balls. It hurt too much but the total helplessness left Theo blissful.

The bottom felt entire ropes of percum leak from his zapped dick to his thighs.

The horny haze of pain and pleasure let Theo forget his surroundings. His power flowed instinctively, letting the two topping men dip in and out of sanity - grunting, insulting, trembling, cry-laughing and lots of moaning.

Naturally Hudson wanted in on the action again.

This turned into a scuffle as Kinsley's cockhead remained in Theo's mouth and the Stygian and Primal kept bumping into each other. Having men fight over his tongue made Theo wish he had more holes to offer.

Hudson mock-prodded Kinsley, then zapped Theo's ass for real. Then again mock-zapped- No, Hudson really shot a shock into the black hunk's pecs.

There was surprisingly little reaction because Kinsley and the assfucking Ezra were both on the cusp of crying from level three pleasure but Hudson scooted back, probably afraid of retaliation.

The inked Primal put the cattle prod on his own erection and zapped. And again, and again.

Wait what?

Theo glanced up through teary eyes. Kinsley was staring at Hudson. Was he mesmerizing the guy?

Theo pulled away, retching. "Are you mesmerize-"

Kinsley pushed the bottom's mouth back onto his dick but the spell broke. Hudson dropped the prop. "What the fuck, Kins'? What the absolute f-" The man fell silent under mesmerization.

They needed their leader clear minded and ready to step in. Theo dropped the power level to its still considerable minimum. Ezra didn't fix the situation, he just gripped Theo's collar with both hands and choked the bottom. "More... give..."

A heavy scent descended on Theo, intense but odorless. On no, at least one of the Primals was `scenting' the area, dulling their minds.

Hudson hurried to the back of the orgy and added his cock to Ezra's. The double penetration slapped enough pleasure into Theo's mind that he couldn't help scream into the black cock muffling him.

Theo had seconds to do something or he'd be a brainless fuck-puppet among guys who'd potentially kill each other over his ass.

He reached into his Bond and Paris responded. It wasn't telepathy, but the prince could instantly tell that Theo was in trouble.

As Theo's focus faded and the scent-drug took over, Paris invaded his mind to force concentration upon the fucked shaman.

One easy way out – Theo made everybody cum.

The Stygian dick in his mouth drenched his throat and Theo violently gagged while the double-penetrating Primals pressed balls deep into him, cry-screaming guttural and raw. The anal pleasure was quite comparable to fisting and deleted Theo's ability to concentrate.

The focus lent to the bottom by his master was slipping, constantly fighting against the scent-power.

But the tops were even more out of it, not stopping the fuck even after their cumshot – after they could no longer draw pleasure from Theo's power. Ezra and Hudson must have scented each other stupid.

Theo reached for his collar and pumped some V. Then he hit Kinsley in the abs and hoped Glowy got his intention.

The wisp slipped from collar to arm and empowered the punch to a thrust that kicked Kinsley over the sofa backrest.

Theo dropped to the ground, coughing. With the two dicks suddenly slipped from his ass, he experienced enough leg shaking to make him sprawl.

The air stilled. Silver light drooped like honey from the ceiling. The silence of vacuum descended on him.

A translucent lady, wobbling like a reflection, moved along the walls. Shit, he'd attacked this sanctuary's host.

Some kind of communication happened between Theo and Paris. Vague images – more general motives than pictures – driven my emotion and sensuality. A hint of a plan.

Hoping the prince in gold was going to do most of the work, Theo dug into his ass and withdrew a string of Primal cum.

He painted Atlas glyphs on the floor, inviting Incu. There was no proper beacon and it was someone else's sanctum but Incu was his muse so maybe...

Three men descended on him with uncoordinated attempts to invade his ass, mostly succeeding in pressing him down.

The connection to Paris slipped and scent-dullness took hold of his senses. Lunar muse Callidora was fighting at the edges of the cabin as a force pressed against her viscose moonlight.

The silence was lifted as she struggled, the grunts of three sex-crazed hunks filling the air. Theo's phone rang in his pants which he had no chance of reaching.

"Glowy," Theo yelled. "Find help."

A hand closed around his throat as a dick made it into his ass. The little flicker of an Outsider traveled along the floor, hopping from glint to glint. But Callidora was a being or reflections herself, almost perfectly set up to subdue a Mirrorgnost.

The floor turned to lunar dust, blinding gray filling the cabin. Glowy was caught in a shimmer between shadows on the uneven terrain.

A `message' from Paris. Cum, power, Incu.

Theo scooped up the load dripping along his thighs and drew random circles, pumping V into it. Not much of a glyph but he only needed to give his incubus an in.

Force rammed into the three attackers and Theo was briefly free. He crawled on the dust covered floor, fighting his shaking legs to a stand. Moon dust was piling up everywhere, lake-surface reflections danced along every wall as if the place were underwater.

The features of the room were blurring. Theo just ran for the door. Melody's wristlet tumbled his way and he swiped it in passing. He stumbled out into the cold night. Glowy and Sliver had been left behind. He only had Melody in hand and his `empty' collar around the neck.

He ran past the lake. An icy breeze hit him. That storm wisp Callidora kept. It wasn't enough to stop him, although he was instantly freezing.

The night was weirdly bright and kept getting brighter. The moon overhead was gigantic, as if threatening to destroy earth – Callidora's presence. He felt lighter, his feet not hitting the ground quite as well. Moon gravity?

A splash of cold water rammed into Theo, almost hard enough to knock him off his feet. The bracelet went flying, going farther in the lowered gravity. The water seeped into him, through his flesh, into his nose, mouth, throat.

Suffocating was a really ugly sensation.

He couldn't see, the water also swimming before his eyes. He reached around himself wildly, not quite panicking but without a plan. Nothing to draw a sigil with, if he even had the time. Not that his V would have been enough to fight off a muse, unless the water was a separate sprite.

Flashes of ideas taken from his own memory and some of Paris'. His master was aware of what was happening to some degree. Could the prince mount a rescue from afar in time?

Theo groped for the wristlet with his last allied Outsider, blind, freezing and with rapidly more and more burning lungs.

Paris' own panic invaded him. A two way tunnel of association – regret, fear, despair. No detailed rescue plan.

Theo was crawling in Kinsley's driveway, covered with lunar dust that spread over everything, silver light from the sky taking over his blurry vision, cold water in every orifice.

As far as the naked sub could tell, Paris was forcing himself to calm down, sending comfort, compassion, tempered with more regrets and fear. It maybe helped a bit but Theo was clearly not going to make it. There was nothing to do but crawl forward on the off chance Callidora would let him slip out of her sanctuary.

He... wasn't suffocating as much anymore. Was it working? He tried to send crumbs of hope into the master-slave connection.

Then Theo realized.

Paris was dying in his place, taking on the suffocation to give Theo a chance. Fuck no. If Theo had had any power over the connection he'd have slammed the tunnel shut. But if the prince was willing to die to buy him a chance he couldn't stop it. All he could do was use the reprieve to waddle forward, mostly on two legs, half-crawling in the silver dust.

The master sent associations of apology, hope and cats. Cats?

Something dark slammed into Theo and drove the water out.

A gray cat – Midnight – was fighting fiercely with a water imp, a transparent, floating koi.

Theo took a breath and stumbled from dizziness. He had been too blinded to see his vision fade but now his eyes were only adding to his disorientation.

He hobbled, then jogged on wobbly legs to the exit. He swiped Melody off the ground for the second time. The splashy noise of a cat and a koi battling it out faded behind him.

Theo jogged along the tree-lined drive. He'd made it out and Paris knew as much. It might have been fine to stick around and wait for help but Theo wanted to get distance from the cabin. Shouldn't it have been part of Callidora's job to wake the three hunks up from their self-inflicted stupor?

The houses were sparse but still lit at this early hour, Halloween decorations everywhere, ranging from mere obligation' to favorite day of the year'. Luckily no kids were walking around right now.

Every part of his body was in pain from the cold. He had to do something about hypothermia.

"Okay then," Theo said and slipped on the wristlet. "Warm me up, best you can. Whatever V I've got left is yours."

Melody was capable of creating warmth but with an echo-quality to it. Warm waves crept along his body as if big heatpack-snakes traveled on him. It kept him from dying but he was getting wrecked by shivers that never stopped, walking as if the cattle prod was haunting him.

Two gaggles of kids came his way, one on each side of the road. He didn't have enough V to make his echo-sprite create an illusory, flimsy Halloween costume. Was it worth draining himself for a Veil when there was nothing magical going on? He stood between two streetlights, as hidden as one public post box let him be. Should he walk the other way? Hop over a fence and hide until the kids were gone? Just jog in the middle of the road and hope the adult supervision wouldn't hunt down a pervert flasher?

A cat landed next to him.

"Midnight! Good baby."

Theo picked up the cat and gave pats. The hearth sprite didn't speak – too exhausted from the fight to assume sapient-mode. Fair enough. Didn't solve his problem, though.

A white BMW overtook the kiddy groups, driving slowly, as if the driver was trying not to overlook any lost, nude, fucked idiots.

Theo stepped into the light, ready to hop back into minor safety if it wasn't Keith after all.

The warmth-shivering Mirrormaven nearly sagged to his knees with relief when the driver was in fact a frustratingly pretty Vietnamese shaman in all white.

Keith rolled down his window. Instead of the usual cap, he wore a white mask with red markings he'd pulled up to drive. His dangly earring was a crescent moon.

"Déjà vu?"

"Yup," Theo said and walked around the car. "Different Stygian prince involved but kinda similar trouble."

Midnight dropped out of Theo's arms and jumped through the window into the lap of Keith who yelped in surprise.

Theo pulled on the door handle of the passenger side. It was locked. "Uh..."

"His majesty only sent a curt text," Keith said. "What am I getting you out of and am I getting myself into it, too?"

They were standing right under a streetlight. Both groups of costumed kids – and teens – were about to pass him.

"Just open."

"Just tell me."

Theo's shoulders sagged. "Fine. Fuck it. Lunar Tempest was supposed to, like, babysit me while everyone's doing their pumpkin spice things. Then Kinsley mesmerized Hudson or Ezra, don't remember, maybe alternating. And the two Primals scented the place. So I got super raped."

"Oh, wow," Keith said, his amusement dropping from his face, replaced by concern. Then flashes of amusement broke through. He scrunched up his lips to hide it.

The `kids' were older and rowdier than Theo had first assumed and there were definitely fingers getting pointed at him. Probably phones, too, but he refused to look.

"I tried to get out," Theo said, "The sanctum keeper took that as an attack and tried to kill me. Paris tried to die instead of me. So I'm sorry his fucking text wasn't elaborate enough for you. Can you let me the fuck inside now?"

Keith unlocked the car, seemed to search for words while Theo got in, failed and just drove off. Theo turned up the heat.

Five minutes later, the naked man glanced at the driver again for the first time since getting on board. His mask, Theo now saw, was a Kitsune – a Japanese trickster spirit.

There were white kitty cloves in the back where Midnight had rolled up. It was a somewhat lazy costume but stupidly cute.

"So..." Theo started. "You're going as magic Asian pussy for Halloween?"

Keith's smirk felt so damn rewarding if Theo wasn't protected by the master-slave bond's second pair of eyes, he'd have thought Keith was using Melisandre on him. Theo wanted to be mad, but with the near-death shock gone, his all-overriding horniness returned.

"We're doing a little haunted house thing at Pinerise," Keith said. "It's where I'm bringing you, by the way. It's closest. Paris is coming if I got that right."

"Cool."

Keith hummed, trying to find words, eyes on the road. "The lunar dudes, huh? Are they, like, werewolves non grata from now? Not that I even knew them."

Theo sighed hard. "Not to victim blame myself but... Sex-mancy isn't without risk."

Keith grunted. "You're that good, huh? Like, turning upstanding wizards and demihumans into ravaging fuck-monsters."

Theo shrugged. "Yeah? That's not even an exaggeration. I'm fine with it happening on purpose. The Primals feel almost like they're meant to be that way. Fulin's sure enjoying it."

Keith light shook his head. "Still not over you grabbing mister jock-douche himself."

"You don't think highly of him, huh?"

Keith drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. "I barely ever talked to him, and I admit I pre-judged, but just to regurgitate what I've heard from other people – some guardians protect their loved ones out of nurturing care and some guardians want an excuse to beat people up. Tank was kind of a middle thing to start."

"Whoever regurgitated that can suck it right back up."

"Hehe, okay then. Still gonna try staying on Tank's good side."

"And mine?"

Keith gave him a playfully dismissive once-over. "I can take you, twink. What are you gonna do? Suck me off? He."

Theo let the conversation die.

Before they left the car, Keith had his muse throw an illusion over Theo. It was a flimsy gladiator outfit, mostly plastic chainmail.

Theo's V store had run out so he held tightly onto Midnight for a tiny shred of warmth as Keith walked him into Pinerise manor.

The shamans of Agrippa's shrouded sigil had put in a lot of effort, turning the lower floor into a fun house of glowing green skeletons, spider webs and LED pumpkins. Kids and their supervision milled about.

Sawyer Love was doctor Frankenstein and his son Horace was the monster. They waved Keith and his half-naked gladiator through.

Midnight leaped and mingled with the crowd, clearly targeting the most cat-person children present, collecting coos, pets and well-meaning offerings of chocolate which the parents put a stop to.

Theo half-froze on the spot, feeling more exposed, naked and vulnerable than ever since his escape from the lunar muse. As if the cat had taken his resolve with it.

Keith grabbed Theo by the hand, flinching at how cool the blond's skin was but not letting go. A tiny spark of gratitude was enough to make Theo want to suck dick which felt like an irritating taint on the sweet gesture. He let Keith pull him along.

Once Theo and Keith entered the upstairs, the fake costume faded away and Keith seemed more bothered by holding hands with a naked dude. Their hold broke.

Cristiano in a bloody priest costume appeared with steaming cups. "Hey Theo. Heard something bad happened. Hot chocolate?"

"Yes please," Theo said.

"We reserved you a bedroom. Not sure the house'll be quite enough for a nap. You can put on some tunes if that helps."

"Thank you," Theo said, shy and very aware that he was in nothing but cage and collar. And that Cristiano hadn't fucked him in a bit and probably really wanted to.

Keith joined Theo in the bedroom, taking an overstuffed chair while Theo crawled under the covers. They both sipped hot chocolate in silence.

"Ever miss the Watcher?" Keith asked eventually.

"Not miss. But I'm... aware of his absence. We really solved my case, huh?"

"From the Watcher's perspective, apparently so. You know we still have to, like, actually figure out that demiplane fuckery?"

"Yeah. Tomorrow?"

"If things go well. I guess you'll get a say who, uh, enters you."

Theo chuckled. "Would be a first."

Keith raised an eyebrow with a smirk. "Hey, it's not all rape, right?"

Theo put his cup on the nightstand. "I can't even tell anymore. I'll take anyone and anything."

He waited for a fun retort but Keith seemed uncomfortable and failed to play over it. Oops. Theo's horny state of mind made it hard to engage with straight men.

He threw himself back on the bed and snuggled in. "Can you put on some of Cristiano's stuff?"

"Sure," Keith said, clearly glad to have something to do and let the moment pass. He turned on the equipment and skipped through some instrumental dance music. "This guy falls asleep to thumping beats?"

Theo shrugged. "Didn't take him for the ocean waves kinda guy. Uh, Paris is here by the way."

Keith left to fetch the prince. Not that this was really needed since Paris always knew where Theo was and nothing in the world could turn that off.

The Bellerose man arrived in a gold-rimmed silk shirt with his hair held up by a gold scrunchy. It was basically sleep ware. Behind him came Midnight, who hopped onto the bed with Theo, then came Cain in a tattered, filthy shirt with a zombie mask on his face.

Cain raised a hand. "Don't even. Yes, I'm me for Halloween. Everyone needs to shut up about it."

Theo felt himself grin painfully wide. "It's cute."

Paris practically attacked with his hug, mumbling some voice-cracky stuff about being sorry and how this shouldn't have happened. Theo found himself having to calm the man down.

"Shhh," Theo made, feeling a bit silly. "It's okay. Our marriage saved me, so there."

Cain took the mask off. "Still deader than you. Congrats on that. Wish I could have done something. If I had more Outsider-y powers I could have zipped after the kitty and laid into the murder-muse."

"It is weird," Keith said. "A muse shouldn't just kill intruders without even asking the sanctum host. The whole thing went so much worse than anyone could have expected. Greyson is going to investigate but he's busy right now. Everyone is."

Paris found his composure and rose to stand beside the bed. "Okay. My first order is for you to have a good night's sleep, boy. Then we'll figure out what to do. Keith, can you tell your convent buddies I'm staying?"

"Sure."

"Me too," Cain said.

"One royal," Keith said, "plus lap dog."

Cain folded his arms, voice perfect flat. "I resent that."

Once Keith had left, Paris slipped his shoes off and snuggled properly next to Theo. Cain tapped on the music station, going through songs.

"You changed a lot," Theo said toward the Ghoul. "Participating, showing interest in the world, not being emo."

"I actually have some life in me now." Cain's monotone gave nothing away. It made the words seem like a joke. "I feel like I was a vegetable until I fucked you. So you better stay around."

"Seconded," Paris said. "On the staying alive part. I'm tempted to forbid all sex outside of my presence. Oh, by the way, Incu is gone. Too weakened by the battle. We can probably reconjure him in a few months but he's gotta lick his wounds in Ephemera."

"Sucks," Theo said. "I liked that minotaur. So no sanctuary for me anymore?"

Paris played with his slave's hair. "We'll figure something out. Hey, check this out. Tank's adventures."

The Stygian swiped through his phone and showed off pics of Fulin and the kids he was chaperoning from door to door.

Theo giggled and felt a surge of horniness. "Any pics where he's not flexing?"

"Don't think so. Meathead all the way. Don't pretend it's not working on you."

"I mean, yeah."

Paris put the phone away but there was sexual tension between them now, as if showing off Fulin's biceps had lit the spark.

A loud knock on the door.

"Yes?" Paris said.

The door opened a bit. "Not having a threesome yet?" Keith asked.

"Rude," Theo said. "My boyfriends have self-control."

The Asian shaman stepped inside and closed the door behind him. "I thought you can override that."

Theo shrugged. "I tend to ask first."

"So..." Keith started. "Need anything?"

"No," Paris answered. "And you don't have to babysit us either. You're the one who said everyone's busy. Aren't you needed out there?"

Why did Paris sound so aggressive? Theo gave him an elbow bump.

"They'll manage," Keith said, weirdly hostile.

"So will we. Bye."

Theo glanced at Cain whose face stayed neutral – of course – and more explicitly looked back and forth between the men who'd gotten along just fine a moment ago.

"W-what is happening?"

"Nothing to worry about," Paris said and laid back down with a wave at Keith who didn't budge.

The shaman in white took a deep breath and leaned on the door. "Are you going to gossip behind my back once I'm gone?"

Paris sat back up. "Oh, okay. Let's hash it out in the open."

Theo leaned into Paris side, his arm around the black semi-immortal. "What happened between you two?"

Paris stroked Theo's back. "My naïve, little bitch. You're so bad at looking into the noosphere. Keith has been wanting to fuck you for a while."

It wasn't exactly a shocking twist but it hit Theo hard enough to make everything feel a little less real.

"Fuck off," Keith said, as angry as Theo had ever seen him. "Your slave had a massive crush on me before he even met you."

Cain raised a pointer finger. "If you were gay this would be the moment where you're all `He was supposed to be mine. Miiiine!' Right?"

"Look." Keith rubbed his temples. "My whole thing is that I party and seduce chicks and that I'm really good at sex, but, like, I don't shout it from the rooftops. That was my deal with the devil after I got Knowing. And then along comes this magic sex-god here and everyone I trusted falls over themselves to tell me how good it feels. How incredibly, indescribably good. And then it's not even harmful or evil or comes with a price. Do you know how this messed with me?"

"Cause I..." Theo started slowly, "I stole your thing?"

"No," Keith said, angry and confused. "I'm talking about how you half-brained white twink dish out ultimate orgasm experiences and have guy after guy swear its worth going gay for you. Tank going full homo? Mako giving up chicks? I can't even jerk off without thinking about you anymore, one way or another."

Cain ruffled his own hair. "Not like you're too late. Just dick him down."

"Hey," Paris said, glaring at the Ghoul.

Keith gestured with inarticulate rage. "But I... There's no going back, though. Not in practice."

Theo wanted to bring up Mike and Liang, the young Primals who'd fucked him once, then decided to hold off and get some more experience with girls for a few years, but that felt like a distracting technicality.

Instead, Theo turned to Paris. "And why were you mad about that?"

Paris barely met his eyes. "I know we're not supposed to do jealously and all that but I know how long you've been wanting him. I..." He sagged.

The `tunnel' opened and Theo got to feel the complex storm of emotions settling in Paris' mind. It didn't help Theo in any way but he realized that wasn't the point, Paris wanted him to watch as the prince arrived at his conclusion.

"I'll get over myself."

"You say that," Keith said, "as if it's a sure thing I'll have sex with your slave twink."

"I mean, how much longer are you going to resent your own fantasies?"

"Fuck you. Wait, that's well put actually. Fuck."

Paris got up and dropped into the chair, Cain sitting beside him, half draped over him. Theo tried not to stare too hard as Keith struggled with his inner demons.

One mumbled "fuck it" and the straight man undressed without hurry. His body was so pretty that Theo felt himself shake with lust. Keith was too muscular to be a prototypical twink but not far beyond it. His slender, smooth body was evenly brown and proportioned to make Theo's mouth water.

"No chance of privacy?" the straight man asked once naked.

"Nope," Paris said.

"Had to ask."

Keith's cock was semi hard and flopping with every hesitant step. He was loosely circumcised with the head chubbing ahead of the shaft. He moved onto the bed where Theo had pushed the covers aside.

"Uh, so..." the soon-to-be-top started.

"Is it easier if I suck you?" Theo asked. "You can just tell me what you want. I'm your sex toy. This is a hundred percent about getting you the hardest orgasm ever. I'm already getting from this what I want."

"Fuck," Keith mumbled and let his head hang. "Why can't girls talk like that? Okay yeah, suck my dong, fag whore."

"Yes sir."

Theo got on all fours and dove between Keith's legs, his hands working the man's thighs and balls.

Level one would do for now. They hadn't talked about it but starting easy was the obvious choice.

Keith's nearly jackknived onto Theo's back from the force of pleasure. After three seconds of silence the top exhaled sharply and rose again. He pulled away.

"Aw, fuck. I came way too hard."

Theo chuckled. "You didn't cum. Everyone thinks that at first. We should put that in my file."

Without waiting for a response, he took Keith's dick back into his mouth. The rod was fully hard now. It was a perfectly normal cock which made it one of the smallest Theo had had I a while. He enjoyed the ease of sucking it, his throat's magic nearly doing all the work for him.

Keith kept flexing his abs and nearly collapsing onto Theo. Time for the next phase. The top's torso dropped and his face practically slammed into Theo's ass crack.

Keith kicked him away, his glistening erection bouncing on his abs. "Holy fuck! Fuck fuck fuck. I was missing out on that? Fuck you, faggot, you should have just rape-sucked me."

Melisandre popped out behind him, like nighttime sky in the shape of a woman with flowing hair.

Keith slapped Theo, not too brutally but still serious. Paris stirring brought Keith to his senses.

The top raised his hands and took a step back. "Sorry. Sorry, okay? I wasn't... This was the max level thing where you turn off my brain, right?"

"It was second gear," Theo said.

Keith stared, his chest making the heavy breaths apparent despite his stillness. Mel sank back into him, indistinctly whispering. The conjurer with a dangly earring attacked, pulling Theo into his crotch by the blond hair and face fucking hard enough Theo had to twist into position to avoid his nose getting punched by the top's abs.

Through the happy gagging and choking, Theo let his power instinctually waver between the first two levels, giving his long-term crush a rollercoaster between best-humanly-possible-sex and more-than-that.

Once Keith's grunts had been reduced to whimpers, Theo pulled away against little resistance and laid on his back, legs spread. "Want the next lev-"

Keith was already upon him and frantically sticking his dick into Theo's ass. "Gonna destroy your hole, bitch."

"Yes sir."

Keith pinned Theo's wrists to the mattress and fucked. Still second level for now. It seemed to be enough to have the straight prettyboy enjoy his ass.

Paris and Cain were shirtless, lightly caressing each other on the big chair.

"He's very coordinated," Paris said. "Fucks with rhythm. Not like most Theo virgins."

"He did say he's good at sex," Cain deadpanned.

"Hey Keith, I like how you move. Very sexy."

Keith didn't look back, only flashing a middle finger before pinning Theo down by the shoulders. "You said there's more, faggot."

"Are you sure?" Theo teased. "That's the `no going back' stage you were so afraid of."

"Gimmi. Now, fag whore bitch."

Theo grinned. "Yes sir."

Level three made Keith angry cry. He kept up the rhythm despite the spasms wrecking him and groan-shouted in Theo's face, drooling.

Paris gave a slow clap. "Man, this guy has a sexy back. Hey Keith, my boy, mind if I top you while you keep going?"

"F-fuck you," Keith pressed out of strained vocal cords, ending with a sob as his body shivered.

"Still just a top, huh?" Paris said. "Is he any good, slave? Worth checking out."

Theo laughed. "I think so. Try him."

"Do we make him our first?"

"Can't think of a better candidate."

Paris groaned and tossed himself against the backrest.

Dipped down to first gear, Keith whipped around to stare at Paris in confusion, then amusement. "The bond of favors... let's you... feel the fuck?"

Paris, caressed by Cain, met his eyes while writhing from the ghost-sex. "I can feel a faint shadow of what my slave is feeling if I so desire. Nice cock."

Keith grinned and turned his attention back to the bottom.

"Kiss me," Theo said.

"Fuck no."

"Kiss me or no max level."

Keith slapped him. "This is about me, faggot."

"Yes sir," Theo said with an eye roll. It had been too much too hope for. Unless...

He donated Keith his first maximum power sex-magic. As predicted, Keith broke down into insanity. His rhythm made way for frantic humping, animal grunts and a total loss of rational thinking. Keith groped Theo hard without concern for the bottom's well-being, just fucking into him at full force while trying to pull Theo into his crotch.

Paris was filming and Theo did what little he could to give him a good, porn-y angle on the top. Five minutes passed until Theo relaxed his level restriction and let his instincts guide him through the gears.

Cain was fully naked and hard and waddled up to the side of the bed. "Hey big bro, since you're already maxing, can I get a dose?"

"Big bro?" Theo echoed.

Cain shrugged. "Just trying it on for size. The jokes about adoption are more half-jokes now. Not a fan?"

"Not really. But you can have a dos-"

Keith grabbed Theo's head and tried to somehow wrap around the bottom, rolled them around on the bed to get a better fuck-angle when there really wasn't one.

Cain scooted closer. Theo managed to get his hand on the zombie boy's chest and pulsed. Cain relaxed gently and rolled to the edge of the bed.

Paris also approached. "Keep him like that," he said with amusement.

He leaned in and explored Keith's body with his hands, tracing his back and sides. Then he went down and kissed Keith's ass, probably rimming. They hadn't really discussed that but it wasn't like the top was going to object, making sounds a sane version of him would have found too embarrassing to think about. Theo felt fantastic, powerful even, despite clearly not being in control.

Paris worked his way up Keith's back, to the neck, then switched track and came down on Theo for kissing, getting thrown into a max level pleasure experience instantly.

Granting a few minutes of making out, Theo had no good way of cutting his master off so he `pushed the button'. The prince creamed his pants and retreated to the edge of the bed with a sigh. He looked at his phone while fishing for tissues.

"One more hour, slave, then you make this drooling asshole cream into you. I want you to get some sleep. Plus he's got to learn who's in charge here."

Keith, fully conscious at level one, looked at Paris and tried to say something. Then he looked at Theo instead.

"Can I be your boyfriend?"

Theo grinned. "We can keep it casual. Lots of sex, no obligations."

"No. I want to be your boyfriend."

"A boyfriend," Paris said without bite.

Theo chuckled. "We'll see how you feel post-orgasm. But yeah, you can be a boyfriend. Do I get a kiss now?"

Keith slapped him, harder than ever. "More power for your boyfriend, fag slut."

"Yes sir," Theo said and jumped straight to the highest gear.

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Four men sleeping in a bed for two should have made for a rough night but a certain all-gray cat worked its magic whenever things got too cramped, bodies twisted awkwardly or skin-on-skin just got too hot.

Theo woke up as refreshed as after any other night, loosely cuddling Cain.

Keith was in white jeans, typing on his phone, eating. Paris had gotten breakfast delivered. The collared blond and his Ghoul boyfriend fed each other while Paris got dressed. He'd also gotten himself a proper set of clothes delivered and another for Theo.

"The Lunar Tempest guys are cooperative," Paris said. "Not so much in custody but willing to help figure this out. Weird thing is that Callidora the moon muse has vanished. Breaking a sanctuary contract is supposed to be tough on Outsiders and she definitely won against Incu, which the sprites confirmed."

"Weird," Theo said, munching. He didn't know enough to offer ideas.

"No time pressure," Keith said, "but at some point today we should do the expedition inside you."

"Okay," Theo said. "But we don't have Incu to oversee anymore."

"Brielle already asked Ascelin so we're doing it at the mage tower. I've got the list of volunteers. It's mostly Team Delta. Are you okay with me going in as leader? Some of the `adults' could take point instead if..."

"If?"

Keith gave him an inscrutable look. "I'm not taking back the whole boyfriend thing and obviously I want to keep fucking you frequently-"

"Obviously," Theo said, trying to imitate Cain's flat voice.

"-but I'm not sure what the best arrangement will be. I don't want to pretend I'm fully set on the boyfriend label if that's meaningful to you. For now, do you trust me enough to let me do this? Exploring a new demiplane is potentially delicate."

"No one I'd rather have inside me."

Keith smirked. "That joke is going to get old if we keep milking it."

Cain raised a glass of orange juice. "Like he milked your cock last night."

Theo poked the drinking, white-haired twink in the back and pulsed. Cain sputtered the juice all over the room, making more of a mess than anticipated.

All three men without cages were happy to have a slave for cleanup.