Sex God Saga

### Sex God Saga 17

### I'm Here To Lay A Pipe

SUNDAY:

The Onyx was for high-society. Neon Sin was for the everyday guys and gals. The Drain was for misfits and those who liked to pretend they were such.

Down from Marshall Lane was a footpath so well-trodden the dirt had compacted to rival concrete. Just far enough to be fully hidden by shrubs was a rusty chain-link fence, a few posters fluttering along it.

Woven into the light stream of party-goers, Theo leaned on mediumship. An Outsider was traveling up and down the fence, a fae protecting the perimeter. It was powerful enough to at least detect and warn in case of breaches -- by demons, a police raid, local gangs, rogue Redeemers -- if not outright stop them.

Fulin had his arm around Theo's shoulder, the stringer top revealing much more than it hit, the black baseball pants purposefully ripped at the sides.

But there were more reasons for Theo to feel secure.

He had loaded up on V, starting even before the naked Primal run with a Valence-heavy session of meditation at Ikigai Studio. He had pre-drawn seals, which was its own kind of meditation.

Incu had bound two wisps for him. Glinty resided in a tea spoon in his back pocket, and the newly acquired Squinty resided in the spiderweb the conjurer had found it in, now wrapped around his middle finger like a filigree ring, kept intact by the wisp's V-fed doing.

Theo had put on a thin jacket that looked like it had paint splattered on it and jeans with several chains. It fit the vibe.

The Drain was the only building beyond the fence, an old warehouse-like building. The clientele was punk or in other ways alternative, skewing young. Music thumped, lights were dim. The brightest spots were the bar and the DJ booth where Ray Johnson worked and danced, his fluffy locks flying.

Keith was already there, looking frustratingly stunning in all white. An oversized shirt with a collar so wide it hung off the man's shoulder, artfully ripped jeans, a smattering of rings and a crescent moon dangling on a hoop earring.

He was dancing between two girls and looked amazing enough to make the world around him fade.

But Fulin was right next to Theo, showing a lot of skin and muscle, touching Theo like he didn't even care that others saw them as a gay couple. Enough attention to weaken Theo's knees.

Keith made his way over. He danced up to Celeste Lee, who had come with them. It was also her first time at the Drain.

Fulin started dancing and Theo had no choice but to follow. The alpha danced aggressively, taking up more space than Theo would have ever dared to claim.

There were enough black people that the Stygians didn't stand out like in the average Harpersfield crowd. Theo eventually spotted summer goddess champion Willow, Neon Sin co-owner Scarlett, and finally bouncer Chase Powell with the strong jaw and eye tattoos patrolling as much as mingling.

Then there was Cain.

The white hair gave him away. The boyish man wore pants so ripped it was a miracle they stayed on his thin frame. His black shirt was washed out and tattered. He danced by himself.

Someone tapped Theo on the shoulder. Fulin nodded at the person before Theo turned to look.

Deep black skin. Frosted tips. He was shirtless, his baggy red pants sagging enough to reveal a lack of underwear.

Victor, Shining Dark steward and preliminary king or archduke or whatever.

"Hey wonder-hole," he shouted.

"Hello sir," Theo shouted back. "Happy to be here."

Victor waved them both along. "Get drinks. Let's chat."

The Stygian got them free glasses of something. Beer for Fulin, a transparent shot for himself and a blue drink with a sugar frosted rim for Theo.

They made their way to 'the pipes', a twisting series of abandoned storm sewers, leading from the main building, connected by later installed concrete tunnels. Harsh light shot from sparse fixtures.

Victor found them a quieter dead-end, where two skinny white boys were half-asleep, already too drunk.

"Heard Tank's training you to become a werewolf," Victor said.

"We figured we'd try," Theo said. "After work I went straight to Fulin to see if there's something Primal inside me."

Victor looked up and down both men. "Checking the 'sphere gets me a blissfully fucked out Tank and a sex-frazzled wonder-hole. Did you actually do any training you horndogs?"

Fulin slapped Theo ass but didn't say anything, just sipping beer.

"Some," Theo said. "Third eye is a no. Maybe I'm just failing but I don't *see* differently when someone lies. Would have been useful."

"But?" Victor said. "You're burning to tell me something."

"Yes sir. I managed metamorphosis. I shifted my thumb shorter and longer. Then I was empty. Seems I have precious little juice."

Victor laughed. "Don't get it stuck like that."

Fulin pulled Theo in by the waist. "Can't happen. Permanent metamorphing feels different. Like you're not supposed to. Like you have a test coming up and you studied shit all. It's the body noticing you're burning a finite resource."

"Oh, good," Victor said. "So you're not going to get a Tank-level monstercock?"

All three of them glanced at Fulin's crotch, which was neatly glamoured to have a merely reasonable bulge.

"Guess not," Theo said. "Maybe because real Primals can convert Vigor into shifting but I'm mixing up all the V. Shaman drawbacks."

Fulin pulled him in. "I like you just the way you are."

"Likewise, sir."

They kissed, casual and sweet.

"Sweet lips," Fulin said.

"It's a good drink," Theo said and raised his glass. "Fruity. You picked well, Victor, sir, even though I'm feeling slightly judged."

Victor grinned. "So Tank's queer now? Or what's going on?"

The bodybuilder shrugged his naked shoulders, making his pecs bounce. "I hammered his ass for two hours. Don't know what that makes me but I never want to stop. If he wants a boyfriend, I'm a boyfriend."

Theo's heart sped up. He wanted to give the alpha max level as a reward immediately. "Soulsearching done?"

Fulin smirked aside, eyes half-rolling. "It was done the second you took my whole girth like a champ, faggot."

Victor poked them both in the chest. "Not to ruin your moment but I have an agenda. Wonder-hole, you said you'd like to try and reconcile with Mo. I can fetch him if that's okay. Go have a good time at the club till then, kay?"

### ### ###

The pipes were labyrinthine enough the duo took a bit to find the dancefloor again. They weren't out of the tunnel yet when Theo spotted Cain again, leaning on the concave wall.

From up close, the twink looked like he'd been through the wringer. His whole face was sunken, pale to the point of looking green-ish. Was he sick? How could he have deteriorated this much in just a week? And why was he still partying?

Just entering the dance floor, Theo pulled back.

"Fulin, can you go ahead?"

The Primal saw Cain, too. "You want to chat with the kid? Sure, I'll try not to miss you for a few minutes."

Theo put his hand on the man's chest, slipping under the stringer top. "Permission to give you a reason to miss me, sir."

"Granted, babe."

Theo pulsed and the alpha's face turned into what looked like a massively overacted orgasm-face.

Nobody else heard the trembling grunted exhale. "Fuuuck. I love your power, bitch."

"Aw, just my power?"

Fulin pulled Theo into a kiss. "You say it first, my little power-bitch. You can't just keep demanding to hear it. Come on."

"I... fuck. In public? I've never..."

"Louder, faggot."

"I love you, sir!"

Having to shout it at full volume made it feel so much more impactful. He hadn't even exchanged those words with Paris yet. Theo wanted to throw himself at the man before him.

But Fulin nodded. "Love you, too." He gave Theo a light shove and moved away.

Right, Cain. Just a quick 'everything okay?' and that'd be it.

The man was still leaning by a tunnel entrance. He looked even worse on closer inspection. His shirt read 'eat shit and die' but the letters were mostly ground away as if the shirt was ancient.

When the white haired Asian saw Theo coming he pried himself from the wall and waved him to follow.

Around a bend, where it was a good deal quieter, Cain let his voice be heard for the first time.

It was light and rough, like it had gotten stuck the moment he had finished puberty. And it was *utterly* monotone to an extreme degree, not even rising at the end of a question.

"If I'm not mistaken you're the new shaman called Theo. Do you need both those wisps? Are they charged? Big ask, I get it. Say no and I'm gone."

"I... You can have one. Reflection or shimmer?"

"Doesn't matter. Just need the dazzle for a night. Is it charged?"

"I fed them both. I can add some more V. You... should maybe get some rest. Maybe go home? Do you *have* somewhere to go?"

Cain shrugged with his thin frame, making the 'eat shit and die' shirt bounce. "If you don't want to give me a wisp, it's fine."

"Hand please."

Theo retrieved a stick of lip balm and drew a fancy arrow on the back of Cain's hand as a transparent Atlas glyph. He made it pretty with dots and squiggles to ensure it worked. Drawing glyphs in a noisy environment was precarious.

He put his tea spoon from his pocket on the invisible arrow and coaxed Glinty into it.

Cain wiped the back of his hand gently along his cheeks. "Pretty me up, little guy."

The sunkenness faded, the circles under his eyes lightened, his skin turned tanner. He looked almost as good as a week ago. Had that been an illusion, too?

"Thanks," Cain said, so totally monotone it felt insincere. "Do you want something? I have fifteen dollar. You're gay, right? Want me to suck you?"

"I'd really rather you get some rest. Um, have you checked by Ivory Haven lately? Or you know what? If you come to Ground Up at Quincy Avenue tomorrow I can get you something to chew on."

Cain smiled and it was a *bombastic* smile -- innocent and bright and nearly too adorable. Maybe Glinty's dazzle was involved but the teeth were still slightly crooked like before the wisp exchange.

"See you around, Theo. Bye."

"Sure. Bye."

### ### ###

Victor had managed to snag one of the dead ends were the wretched remains of a sofa and some cushions created a friendlier atmosphere than graffiti covered concrete.

Theo was starting to find his way around the Drain's pipes. It wasn't *that* big or confusing a space.

The shirtless Stygian steward sat leaning back, legs wide apart and waved Theo closer.

The shaman and his guardian Fulin entered the area, stepping through a Veneer. That's why nobody else was claiming the seats -- Baseliners only saw a wall here or something else not worth consciously noticing. Theo checked for a muse but didn't immediately see anything.

The currently dethroned king Mo was there, but it took Theo a moment to even recognize the man by his strong facial features. The Tarzan mane was gone, shaved to a closer cut than even Fulin's buzz.

Mo wore a mesh tank top and some kind of colorful hip scarf like girls on the beach. His twink body looked even narrower without the massive hairdo. He waved with the end of his feather boa.

Victor kept gesturing to a place between himself and Mo. Fulin stopped at the edge of the dead end, arms crossed.

"Theo, my man," Mo said with a wide smile. "Glad you're here so I can beg forgiveness. See, I've even shorn my head as penance."

Victor gave him the elbow. "Ignore that, Theo. He cuts his hair every few years. Keeps it like a trophy."

"Like a snake shedding its skin," Mo said and hissed.

Theo sank between them, their legs touching his. "I'm not that mad at you. Bart was the one who wanted to enslave me after. You just... ran?"

"Not far," Mo said. "Not as slippery as I thought. And yeah, no slaves here." He leaned in. "I'd make an exception for you, if you're up for it. Hey, just saying."

Victor sighed. "Getting a proper apology out of this tool is unlikely. I mostly wanted to make sure you know we have your back, wonder-hole, if one of us goes rogue."

"Accepted," Theo said.

Mo raised his hands. "Woop woop. I can wear the crown again. Heavy is the head and so on. I'll only be nice to you from now on, boy. Drinks on me?"

"Actually, Mo, can I ask about the wisp in your head?"

"That's *Lord* Mo to you, once again." The restored leader got a slap on the back of the head from Victor. "Ouch. Hey, just observing proper decorum."

"It's a dream familiar," Fulin said, arms uncrossing. "Am I right?"

"Spot on, big guy," Mo said. "Snap is a more fluid kinda wisp. Wisp familiars are unusual, we tend to go for sprites, but I like this one."

"Snap is what put me to sleep," Theo said, "when you tried to use me as a blockade."

Mo laughed. "Was I trying to do that? Your ass had me thinking in circles, boy." Another head-smack from the steward. "Just saying, man. But yes, I put drunkards to sleep before they overindulge and vomit all over the Drain. Snap lives in the thoughts of my sister, making sure I never forget her."

"Oh. I'm sorry?"

Mo shrugged. "She lived a longer life than most, but she was no Stygian. Didn't want to me. I'd have turned her and lived with her fury if I'd know how to do it without it killing me."

"I... see. Still, sorry."

Victor placed a hand on Theo's thigh, rubbing the fabric of the blond's pants. "Is sex out of the question?"

Fulin made a noise. A sigh?

"Yes sir?" Theo said, automatically, which prompted a chuckle from Mo.

Fulin smiled, hands in the pockets of his shorts with ripped sides. When he shrugged, his thighs got exposed up to the glutes. "Just reminded of how refreshing it is to flirt with a dude. No games all evening. Don't fuck them too long, I still want you at some point tonight, *boyfriend*."

Theo acted as if about to rise. "Who says I'll bang Victor just because he asked?"

Fulin winked. "I'll check in after ten, just to make sure."

"And again in one hour?" Theo asked. "So I know what time it is?"

"Sure."

Mo groped Theo's other thigh. "Room for one more? Have I repented enough?"

"Here?" Theo asked, looking ahead at the partying folk along the pipe, mostly teens with terrible fashion.

"If that excites you," Mo said. "But Ray has a little funhouse around the bend."

### ### ###

Behind something like a submarine door only accessible by code lock was yet another concrete pipe, lit with neon tubes at knee height pointing at the ground. A speaker echoed the dance floor's music at lower volume.

A sex swing hung in the middle. Sex toys hung on nails on the concave walls.

"Fuck," Theo said with admiration. "Either Ray is besties with Paris or they got the same playbook."

"Glad you like it," Victor said. He turned to Fulin. "The code is 80085."

Fulin pointed at his head with a grin. "Stored in here forever."

"See you in ten, big dawg."

The door shut with finality. The two Stygians were on Theo with such greed, for a moment he thought their promises had been void.

He didn't get mesmerized, though, just kissed all over. The thin splatter jacket fell, as did his jeans.

The black men chuckled. "Jockstrap," Victor said. "Good choice."

He pulled Theo into a hug and kiss while pushing his own pants off. The dark skinned man let his right hand drift to Theo's crack, to the hole.

The blond had already used his ability to prepare himself, having developed enough control to get ready for a fuck on command.

The fingers slipped in, two then three, to the knuckle. Feeding power into a hand wasn't as easy as just letting it flow but Theo's hole was the locus of his magic.

Victor got to feel first gear, which had often been likened to amazing sex near orgasm after a long fuck -- through his hand.

Mo pressed something onto Theo from behind. "Hold still. I gotta take your measurements, boy."

Theo mumbled a 'Yes sir' into Victor's neck.

An x-harness was draped around him and tightened.

The men stumbled out of their shoes, now all nude save for the one jockstrap, and Theo crouched down.

Two black dicks touched heads and Theo worked both with his mouth, only holding back from max power. The tops cringed, flinched, moaned and even cried out.

Something made them laugh. Theo looked up and saw them facing each other, laughing at each other's facial contortions.

The moment he let go of their dicks, Mo grabbed him by the throat and pulled him along. Theo was willingly forced onto the swing, his legs shackled to the chains at the lower edges.

Mo entered him and threw his head back, eyes wide. "Uuuuuhhngngfuaaack." His voice trembled. "Holyfuunnnnnggg woah."

"My highest setting," Theo said, smirking. "Seem like you're not turning into a mindcontrolling rapist again so we'll keep going, huh?"

Mo kept one hand on Theo's harness, the other at his neck. "Ke-keep it up, boy."

Victor tried to push Mo aside. "Mo? Mister Butler? Hello? Don't fucking swat me away, bitch, I want some of that wonder-hole."

"I can fit two, sir. Lift Mo up and stick it in."

"Fuck, of course you can," Victor said. "Mo, fucking move."

The Shining Dark king laid himself on top of Theo, holding onto the harness and the swings chains by the bottom's arms. It wasn't the most stable position but Victor was right behind him and fucked the same hole.

Theo got a rough 'cuddle' as Mo kept bucking like a wild horse, pulling on Theo's harness as if trying to make him sit up. Only Victor's thrust kept them and the swing in place.

The Stygians liked to touch their bottom, hands coming down in slaps and retreating in pinches. Mo's hand found the blond's neck again and again, too uncoordinated to do more than *grip*, sliding between jaw and collar bones.

Much too soon it felt like, Fulin checked in.

"Fuck, that's a wild ride. Need rescue, boyfriend?"

Theo looked past Mo's frame, keeping his tops at a reasonable second gear. "Love it when you call me that. Everything peachy here."

"*I* need something," Victor said. "Tank, be a good boy and tell Chase or Ray what we're doing. I might have to go home right after. I'm already feeling like I'm shooting my own thighs through my dick with every second."

Fulin chuckled. "Sure, I know that feeling. Just lay off with the 'good boy' and I'll play nice. See you, Theo."

"I love you," Theo shouted as Fulin stepped out.

The Primal flashed him both middle fingers as the door closed. "Love you, too, faggot."

### ### ###

The door opened and closed.

Ray appeared next to the fucking trio. He wore leather pants and an open leather vest, his fluffy curls bouncing as he nodded at the top. "I'm supposed to let the bottom know it's been an hour and his boyfriend is busy getting chicks."

Theo flashed a thumbs up, tightly hugged Mo and gave max power. He let both tops orgasm into him and enjoyed their raw screams of mind-wrecking pleasure echoing in the concrete pipe.

Victor collapsed into a Mo-backhug while the reinstated archduke sat up, holding onto the chains that Theo's legs were shackled to.

"Did I die and come back?" Mo asked. "Cause I've been to heaven."

"Nope," Theo said and laughed, "you've only been in me."

"Same thing, I guess," Mo said absentmindedly and worked his way onto firm ground.

With the tops slipped from Theo's hole, he worked his power to rid himself of their cum. His hole was good as new within seconds.

Ray caressed Theo's face, trailed down his abs, around the thigh and cupped his ass cheeks. "Slutty. Round two?"

"Water?" Theo asked. "And I'm kinda drained. Maybe another time."

Victor handed the bottom in the swing a water bottle. He was dressed again, the pants sagging as before. "Man, that a ride. I'm still floating. I'll head home. Not because I'm that beat, but because I'd beg for more if I stuck around. See you, wonder-hole."