Sex God Saga

### Sex God Saga 22

### The Fucking Never Ends

SUNDAY:

Theo had stepped out minutes before Paris was ready to fetch him, not expecting to run into trouble right in front of the Smiling Panda - he went to the gym by himself after all.

He practiced summoning as well as looking into the noosphere. He wasn't really getting better at the latter.

An elderly woman walked past, her head wiggling with the presence of a wisp.

Theo readied his phone, the back filled with a 'go away' scribble.

As feared, the wisp jumped ship, straight for Theo's head. The shaman swiped his phone but missed.

Unwavering Faith In God And His Grand Plan flooded his mind. Then the faith wisp demonized as it got a taste of Theo's delicious power.

*Brutal* horniness made Theo stumble. He tore at his crotch, trying to get his jeans off with a perfect lack of motor-coordination.

Glowy flipped from the gleam of his leather collar's metal spikes and pushed the demon aside, the two wisps battling in Theo head. The demon had partaken from Theo's power and won with ease but the attack had bought the shaman a second of clear-ish thinking.

He slammed the phone's back into his face and the demon got ripped from his brain by the seal, probably sent back to Ephemera.

Theo needed to jerk off. This had been the way to defeat the overwhelming horniness last time. But he couldn't.

He realized he had ripped his black top and had unbuttoned his blue jeans -- in front of the busy Chinatown entrance.

A black limousine pulled up. Theo stumbled in, slamming into Paris.

"F-fist me. Fuck, please, fist, cum."

"Shit, what happened?" Paris asked. "Theo? Theo, talk to me. Look at me!"

The blond got mesmerized. His world shrank, his focus an iron tunnel with only Paris at the end.

"Tell me what is going on," the Stygian prince commanded.

"Demon... fought and won... but horny... can't think... sir."

Paris sighed and said to someone else, "James, get us to the Drain but take your time. Could you put the privacy screen up? Thanks. And you, little slut, strip."

Paris started taking off his ensemble of designer wear, leaving only golden nails, necklace, bracelets and hair clasp.

They weren't alone in the car. Prettyboy Primal Aaron Kim and crown prince Damien Bellerose were present. Thankfully no one Theo hadn't already fucked.

Theo's mouth was on Aaron's cock the moment the physique builder pulled it out. He pulsed the man without asking for consent, to get him hard faster.

Paris kindly slipped his arm into Theo's ass and finally some semblance of sexual satisfaction spread through him. He gave max power at all times, lacking the wherewithal to be measured. Damien's black cock rubbed his way next to the Korean one into Theo's mouth and the shaman obliged. He wanted all three loads. Actually he wanted more. He wanted to get to the Drain and fuck every single man there.

After minutes, he managed to regain self-control, even if he felt no less horny.

"Is that permanent?" Damien asked. "If the cage won't let him orgasm, is he now... stuck like this?"

"Not sure," Paris said, breathing fast and deep. "Obviously, noosphere is personal and highly individual and bla bla but I think Theo skipped more buildup than I've ever seen. I only locked two twinks' dicks and neither made it past six months."

Theo swallowed and pulled off the double dicks. "A-am I gonna be normal again?"

Paris ruffled his hair. "Shhh, this is your new normal. Horniness on a hair-trigger. And I promise you, you're beautiful like this. I'll take care of you."

Paris arm pumped deeper.

"S-stop," Theo whimpered. "Fuck me instead."

"You sure, babe?"

"Yeah, I need you close. I need your whole body."

Feeling the fist leave him was both pure bliss and a dreadful return of horniness. Theo laid on the bench and Paris topped him, with the other two guys jerking off. The bottom didn't have the presence of mind to find a rotation that would satisfy everybody. He had to be selfish now.

### ### ###

The ripped shirt was easy to turn into a crop top. Even then, the collared Theo with his abs on display barely stood out in the crowd of (wannabe) punks across the Drain.

Paris was sticking close to Theo. Damien was there, too, looking too expensive to fit in, mostly sipping a clear drink. Aaron was grinding on a chick wearing five kinds of mesh. Jun was alternately dancing by himself with near-frantic motions and chatting up women at the bar.

Victor Ownes approached Theo. Shirtless again, with skin tight, purple jeans. Purple strings were woven between his frosted tips.

"Magic hole!" He greeted, shouting over the music loud enough to make a few heads turn. "Thrilled you could come. How's... You look so spooked? Something on my face?"

"I had a run-in," Theo shouted back and made a gesture of something passing through his brain. "Can't think straight. Feel like I'm on drugs."

Paris put a hand on his back. "Good or bad trip?"

"Both?" Theo said. "Neither? If I don't find a way to cum I'll go mad."

Victor pulled him away from the Onyx Skies prince. "I might know a fey who can help. Dance with me?"

Theo glanced back at Paris for reassurance -- or permission? A nod.

Dancing with Victor was fun, and Theo was too horny to worry about looking dumb. Every swing of his hip felt erotic like never before. He was with his ass in Victor's crotch most of the time, the steward's hands riding up the shaman's crop top.

A hand slipped into his pants.

"Jockstrap, huh?"

Theo leaned back. "Yes sir. Royal orders."

"Ready?"

Before Theo could ask for details, he got invaded. A dick pushed into his hole and his power automatically invited it in. He was still wearing his pants. This had to be the promised fey's doing.

Getting railed -- somewhat gently -- while grinding on Victor or dancing by himself, Theo entered something of a horny trance. It was better than the despair he'd felt so far.

Victor handed him off to Mo, the twinky archduke tickling Theo with his feather boa. Damien took over next.

All in all an hour of dancing pleasure, feeling more relaxed, more like himself. Still no cumshot.

### ### ###

Ace pulled Theo into the Drain's pipework until they found a less traveled corner, even though they had to stand on shattered bottles.

"How long have *you* been here?" Theo asked.

"Just showed up," Ace said. "Had fun without me?"

"I got magic fucked."

"Yeah, Paris texted me. You okay now?"

"Kinda. Wanna fuck?"

"N- well, yes, but that's not why I wanted to see you. You're dating me now, so you get some input on what I'm doing. Mind, you have no control here, I get final say in all things me."

"Gotcha."

"But your opinion matters."

Ace pulled Blood Drop from his combat boot. He glanced at the drunk teens along the concrete pipe walls and raised a hand with splayed fingers. A Veil went up in front of the two men, making the air feel stuffy for a moment before it settled.

"How do you like my hair?" Ace asked.

"Just fine. Am I supposed to have a specific opinion?"

Ace tapped the dagger to his head. The inhabiting sprite glamoured the hair green. "And now?"

"Hm, green's not your color."

"Thought as much. Now?"

Theo squinted at the deep blue hair. "Fine by me. How many people's opinions are you seeking?"

"Uh, just yours."

Theo put his hands on Ace's well-formed trapezius muscles. "You know there's no color that'll make me want to stop sucking your dick, right?"

"Just trying to figure out how boyfriending works, honestly." Another dagger tap. "How about lilac?"

"Ooh, I like that one. So cotton candy."

Dagger tap. "And silver?"

"Wow, that's more of an effect than I'd have expected. I'd need to see it in daylight. Not my favorite, but obviously, only your vote counts."

The maroon reappeared as the Veil faded. "So T-boy, you said something about sucking my cock? You're gonna drink my load now, whore."

"Yes sir. Where do we go?"

Ace looked toward the pipework cross section where people slowly moved past. "Nobody's looked his way in a bit."

"Wasn't that the Veneer of Normalcy turning them away?"

"Might have been. Ever done it in plain sight?"

"Fuck, y-you can't do that to me. I'm too horny to make smart decisions."

Ace laughed. "And I'm not, you think? Just gotta be fast. You can get me off in a minute, right?"

Theo crouched down. Broken glass crunched under his shoes. He took Ace's already hard dick in his mouth. Rapidly cycling through his power levels, Theo made the Earthweaver cry-laugh and collapse against the concave pipe wall.

He went for as long as he dared, then pushed the orgasm button and tucked Ace's dick back into the man's pants for him.

He stood, a bit awkward, while Ace still struggled against the graffiti-laden concrete.

"T-boy? Theo?" Ace said, breathless. "I... swore myself to wait till I'm in a more levelheaded state but... I love you. Can't help it."

Theo helped Ace up to pull him into a fairly chaste kiss. "And I love you, Ace Wang. I know how much you want your freedom, so I swear you get to choose the pace." Theo chuckled. "Good thing, too, cause I have too many men in my life to promise absolute commitment."

Ace sighed. "Man, I should have gone through a few weeks of 'I like you a lot' before I got to the big L. But hey, honesty is the best policy. I know my body's not, uh, Tank-sized but-"

Theo gave the man a playful slap on the head. "If one of us should be insecure it's me, gorgeous. Without my ultra-hybrid magic I'm just a twink you'd never have looked twice at."

"Not true. You're at least worth a double take. Have Tank third-eye me on that."

"Can we get off these shattered beer bottles?"

Ace dropped back against the wall. "T-boy, a man's gotta *recover* from an orgasm like that. You slip back into Paris' eager arms. I'll follow."

With a chaste kiss on the cheek, the conjurer wandered off.

Theo only rounded two corners before nearly bumping into someone who stepped into his path.

A lean black man, cappuccino brown skin, two or three inches taller than Theo, black leather pants and a leather jacket open over a naked torso.

A perfect teen heartthrob, with a stunning smile, his face framed by a trim fade.

"You must be Theo."

"I..."

The man wore a smooth black stone on a leather string around his neck. A quick summoning revealed it was inhabited by a wisp.

"Ebon Mist?" Theo guessed.

The heartthrob's smile widened as he made bedroom eyes. "Clever boy. The name's London. Ebon Mist crown prince."

"Uh, pleased to make your acquaintance, sir."

"Bet you are, Theo."

Two more black men surrounded the shaman. One was about thirty, in a brown leather jacket, open with nothing beneath. Sunglasses obscured his eyes. His dense dreadlocks were shoulder long.

"That's his majesty Dresden," London said. "Lord Dresden to you."

The third guy was broader built but still more slim than buff. His clothes were dark blue, with the jacket hanging off one shoulder, otherwise shirtless.

"And that's Berlin. Now Theo, we heard a lot of hard to believe tales about you. Mind giving a little demonstration?"

"Sorry, sir, you'll have to check in with the Belleroses. And I should go back to-"

"I think," Dresden said, stepping forward, "you can show us *now*."

The weird thing about getting mesmerized was that Theo knew it was happening. If you knew what to watch out for, the sensation was hard to mistake. And yet it removed his ability to *care* he got mesmerized.

Theo put a hand on Dresden's chest and obediently pulsed.

The Ebon Mist king toppled, clutching his crotch and heart, eyes torn wide open, tears forming.

"Shit. Dresden?" London hurried to his king's side.

"Holy fuck," Dresden said. "Don't let him get away, 'don."

Intense focus gripped Theo again.

"What did you do?" London asked.

Theo obediently demonstrated with a pulse for London.

"'don?" Berlin asked. "London?"

The hot hunk in black whimpered, breaking into maniacal laughter. "Let's slave the bitch. Theo, this way. Lulu, keep the path clear."

Only now did Theo noticed the white man hanging back. He wore a tight pink shirt that read 'daddy's favorite'. Blond, average looking with sunken eyes. He tagged along.

They left the Drain through a back exit in a corner of the pipeworks. The Ebon Mist Stygians had parked motorbikes in the forest, just slightly away from the dirt road.

"I *gotta* fuck him now, 'don," Dresden said.

"Agreed," London said. "Strip, Theo."

The prince turned on the headlights of his Honda, shining them at Theo in front of a wall of faded graffiti. A Suzuki's headlight from a different angle made it fully blinding.

The moment Theo was naked in the cross lights, London entered his mouth. It was a nice cock, tasting of sweat. The scent of leather still clung to the biker.

In his mesmerized state, Theo could only let his instincts rule and the top got whatever Theo's power was willing to give.

Dresden pulled Theo away. A sparrow, black and brown, had sat down on the king's shoulder. "Nevermore, watch for anyone approaching."

The sparrow took off and Theo got to suck the king.

London took the backside, aiming at Theo's hole. The shaman got a slap on the balls. "Nice cage, future-slave. Let's see if your hole really is as magical as they sa- Holyfuckingfuckgodyes fuuhhhhhh."

Lulu, the slave, had stripped and was jerking off. He was trembling so hard, it made the ground under his shoes crunch. "L-lord Dresden, I can feel it. Can I... please fuck him, too?"

"You'll get a turn," the king said. "When I'm done, faggot. This is too good to..." The rest of the sentence dyed in a long sigh as a wave of max power hit.

"Are you all insane?" Berlin asked. Theo's vision was too blurred from throatfucking to know what was going on with him. "Dresden? 'don? He can't be *that* good."

"You can't..." London started, "I swear, 'lin, you can't imagen... Theo, show him."

Theo waved his hand in the direction of Berlin and pulsed.

Someone's hand ripped Theo's collar open and both tops stumbled. A moment of freedom. Theo slammed V into the direction of his collar and Glowy. "G-get Paris," he whispered through a raw throat.

A second later he got mesmerized and naturally stumbled away from his tops, at the twunky Berlin, who was calling for him.

"No."

Theo got triply mesmerized. Three commands crashed into him -- contradictory but each absolute. His vision doubled. A headache pounded. He sank to his knees, the world spinning.

Darkness.

### ### ###

MONDAY:

The Ebon Mist Stygians had set up at the edge of a camp ground, but Theo got to see little of the area. Black cocks penetrated him balls deep from both ends with little break.

He hung in a tent, swinging in a collection of broad black strips the tent's frame should never have been able to support.

Outside, where other tent collections would have a fire pit, was a stack of smooth rocks, balancing so precociously that some of the stones kept teetering after every breeze. Its inhabitant was called Rocko and Theo had only heard it giggle in response to Stygian orders.

London fucked him the most, apparently interested in turning Theo into a slave but not in a hurry about it.

He'd quickly found out Theo could force an orgasm and made it -- painfully -- clear that, no, the *top* dictated when it was time to take a break.

King Dresden wanted just as much time in the blond conjurer's holes, but had obligations that made him the second most common top.

The twunky Berlin mostly shared Theo with Cairo, a bald man of deep black skin with unnaturally purple eyes.

Even at max power the tops weren't happy if Theo wasn't either retching from a deepthroat fuck or tremble-whining from the insane speed of anal assault.

From there, it was a blur since most of the other coven members kept their biking helmets on. Rhodes with a red helmet and an oral fixation, Perth with a green-white striped one and an obsession with slapping.

Theo had identified three slaves. Lulu, the blond in girly attire was owned by Dresden. Maxi, a brunet hunk with a row of paws tattooed on his back belonged to Cairo. Sparkie, who seemed the oldest, with a shaved head, wore a collar. Theo didn't know who owned that one.

The disorientation of repeat mesmerization from multiple directions left him with little time to ponder anything but how to best please his current master. His demon-initiated horniness wasn't helping and, frankly, neither was his innate desire to be a hole for gorgeous men.

### ### ###

TUESDAY:

The coven moved into a motel by the highway.

Rocko now lived on top of a dresser, the stones wiggling as if to topple after every truck's passing.

Theo was sometimes still suspended but he got to lay on the bed, too, and was fed more than yesterday's handful of protein bars. He continued to be a relentlessly fucked set of holes, though.

He was rooming with Berlin, Cairo and London but the others were visiting more hours of the day than not. The slaves slept on the floor.

Theo was barely more coherent than yesterday, slipping in and out of a haze. Weirdly, what bothered Theo most about being kidnapped was that he was going to miss todays' k-pop dance practice with Keith.

He was getting hammered by Cairo on the bed, not really restrained, only sporadically mesmerized. Cairo's slave Maxi was leaning on the bed, apparently experiencing a fraction of what his master got out of the bottom.

"Gotta wonder, 'don," king Dresden said, lounging, semi-hard even after cumming.

London grumbled, half-asleep.

"How are you gonna enslave the bitch? Cause someone's going to find out."

"We can keep hiding out, right?"

The king shrugged. "Shit, we ought to be on the run. Fuck it, they've gotta know this fag bitch is melting our brains. It's not our fault. Right? Is that... gonna fly? 'lin, you're my steward, you're supposed to keep track-"

Berlin laughed darkly. He was getting his abs cleaned of his earlier cumshot by Lulu. "I'm not keeping track of shit. This magic whore broke me."

London groaned. "Do we know if we're in trouble yet?"

"Can't imagine we're not, 'don. Maybe if this fag is like a drug for them, too, we just stole a bag of cocaine from junkies."

"Shit," London. "How do we fix this?"

"Make him a slave," Dresden said.

"How? He's not gonna say yes. Drug him? Maybe we-"

Cairo mesmerized Theo and the conversation faded from the bottom's awareness. Satisfying his top was the only concern, the center of his existence.

### ### ###

"I kinda like him," Maxi said, quietly, while ironing an undershirt. "He's cute."

Lulu grunted. "He's okay."

"But you gotta admit it's fucking stellar when you feel your master's pleasure from him."

"It's okay," Lulu mocked.

Theo was sucking Perth and Berlin at the same time, hovering in straps that hung from the ceiling to leave him at hip height.

"Jelly you're not the only blond anymore?"

Lulu laughed. "Come on, this twink isn't real slave material. Serving an immortal African god is about more than sex."

"Jelly because they're all turning gay for him?"

Lulu huffed. "If our magic gods turn gay I'm getting a divorce. That's not in my ultimate fantasy."

"Hey slaves," Perth yelled, the visor of his helmet up. "Less talking, more housework."

The tops talked to each other, so quietly Theo could barely hear it over the sound of his own throat struggle. Was he mishearing? They were struggling to figure out their feelings in the haze of monstrous perma-orgasms? London was feeling *bad* about it? Well, that didn't keep him from abusing Theo's ass.

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WEDNESDAY:

Theo wasn't sure he'd slept at any point when the sun once again fell through the motel window.

The haziness of sleep deprivation was getting to him and he was developing a mild sickness.