### Sex God Saga 32
### Marriage Pileup
Still WEDNESDAY:
Theo was once again naked aside from a metal collar (with wisp Flash), bracelet (with sprite Melody) and his cage (with dragon god indestructability) in the brightness of Ivory Haven.
Behind him was the alabaster uni-deer beneath her tree. In front were some of his friends, half a dozen interested shamans and a few Outsiders.
Beside him stood Corentine, a storm dryad whose long black hair and toga fluttered as if she stood in heavy wind. Lightening raged in her eyeballs.
The dryad raised her hands and a breeze rose in the hall. “By the power of god Ascelin I declare a pact between Earth and Ephemera. Who shall participate in this Destined Tie?”
Theo kneeled down on a pillow. “Theo of Earth.” He cleared his throat. The Bond to Paris was wide open and his master’s anxious cheer helped him go on. “My body shall be a vessel of flesh for one Outsider forevermore, who shall hold dominion over all else who were to possess me. This, uh, shall not interfere with the demiplane tied to me, as far as we know.”
“And who would you claim as your sole possessor?”
“Cain Ho, the half of him that is of Ephemera.”
Cain detached himself from Paris’ hand and kneeled on the pillow next to Theo, putting a hand on the blond’s lower back.
“I claim Theo as my destined flesh vessel, whom I may enter and leave as I see fit to the detriment of all other would-be claimants. This shall happen over distance so I may not need to fully abandon my current vessel, we hope.”
Corentine nodded and behind the kneeling men, Ascelin bowed her deer head.
“No limitations shall be placed upon Cain’s claim over Theo’s body, for this tie shall from hereon be destiny.”
A lot of little somethings gripped Theo’s pieces one by one. Three fingers, left elbow, hip, an ear and so on until every part of him had been lightly tugged once.
“Wow,” Cain said. “Freaky.”
Theo rose without meaning to, directly facing the camera Cristiano was holding. His hands covered his crotch, the inner hand squeezing his balls.
The prince in gold hummed. “You took him over already? I thought I’d be able to tell. Weird.”
Theo’s hands reached up and gave his own nipples a mean pinch, his face betraying nothing. Then his hands went back on his crotch, the inner one squeezing harder than before.
Paris smirked. “I can kinda guess now. The poor vessel is totally defenseless, huh?”
“Seems like it,” Cain said. “Theo, how are you doing?”
The ball squeezing became *brutal*. Theo’s forearm flexing was all that gave it away, the rest of him standing at relaxed attention. His mouth moved on its own, his voice speaking with a middle ground between Cain’s flatness and his own affect.
“Cain is the best,” Theo’s voice said, “I love him more than Master Bellerose and I’ll buy him ice cream once we’re done here.”
Tension in the audience broke with laughter.
“Cain,” Paris said, “lay it off on the mischief.”
The ball crushing stopped which did nothing to reduce the pain already roiling in the victim’s abs.
“Fine,” Cain said. “I have the rest of his life to prank him. We’ll have loads of fun. Isn’t that right, Theo?”
Theo’s upper half was freed, his legs still stuck in place. He tried not to give Cain the satisfaction of cringing from pain but couldn’t help his breath speeding up and tears shooting into his eyes.
“Yes sir,” the real Theo said, “Hilarious. Unparalleled humor. I think we should restrict this to emergency situations.”
The crowd slightly dispersed as Ascelin walked off. Theo regained full control of himself and headed for his clothes.
“The time for rules,” Cain said, “was before we got tied together. But fine, I’ll reserve it for emergencies and pranks. When it’s important and when I think it’s funny.”
“Sounds good to me,” Paris said. “Man, I really expected to be able to tell. Are you the real Theo? I guess I’d be sensing panic and horror if you were still possessed. My little Ghoul bro went hard on the nuts, huh?”
“Yes sir,” Theo said with some bitterness. “I thought I’d enjoy the kid developing a sense of humor but I’m not so sure now.”
Cain stretched. “This is the era of us pranking each other back and forth. Or just me pranking you. We’ll see. Pulse?”
Theo scoffed. “Run a truck over your nuts and we’ll see.”
“Come on, vessel. Pulse.”
Cain took control of Theo’s arm and had the shaman gently caress the Ghoul’s neck.
“Fuck,” Cain said. “I can’t make you pulse.”
Theo fist-pumped the air with his un-possessed arm. “Leverage.”
Cain shrugged. “I was planning on still being a *little* nice to you anyway. So, pulse?”
Theo grinned. “Crush your nuts. I’m serious.”
They had a ten second staring contest. Cain turned away. “Whatever. Pulses can wait. You promised me ice cream.”
“It’s November.”
“So? They still sell it.”
Paris laughed. “Let’s go. My treat. We should spend today figuring out how this all works before the rabid gym bunnies add their taşova escort own protein shake to this mess tomorrow.”
### ### ###
“Hey, pay attention,” Cain said. “It’s not on fire anymore.”
Theo dropped the phone and picked the controller back up from his lap. He wore nothing but white gym shorts — and a collar of course. His ferret lobbed fire bombs at the giant octopus when Cain’s minx stunned it for extra damage.
“Was just texting Master a hydration reminder,” Theo said.
The Ghoul giggled. “Whipped slut. Is he overworking himself? Can’t have my immortal no-rent landlord drop dead.”
“Just some things to catch up on, I believe. He’s not one to neglect himself but when he’s focused on work I can tell what he needs better than him.”
They beat the octopus and shared a kiss. No magic powers, just a sweet, ten second make-out session.
Damien dropped his big frame next to Theo. “If my bro feels like shutting the mind-tunnel for a day, I could take over. I *am* the lieutenant in the Bond of Favors after all. You wouldn’t do much. Bring me food, drinks and suck my dick.”
Theo punched the crown prince in the bare shoulder of his tank top clad torso. “As opposed to what I’ve been doing so far?”
Damien gently but firmly punched back, making Theo drop across Cain’s lap. “But not with mind-reading magic.”
Theo groaned as he sat up. “I almost look forward to getting a job again and having my holes free of cock for a day. Almost. By the way, Cain, how’s your-“
Theo’s own hand gently patted his cheek without his control. He didn’t correct himself fast enough so the hand came down as a hard slap.
“Hm?” Cain said without looking over.
“*Master* Cain, sir,” Theo said. “How’s your part-timing at the Smiling Panda going?”
“Pretty good but Seiko cut my hours so I can focus on finishing high school online. Big sigh.”
“Not like you desperately needed the money,” Damien said. “So Theo, ever thought your roomie would own your body like that?”
“Haha,” Theo said without humor. “It’s been half a day and it already got old.”
“For you maybe,” Cain said.
“And when did I even agree to make you my roommate? Master Paris offered *me* this apart-” His other hand patted his cheek. “Fuck, uh, sir roommate? Are you really going to make me slap myself all day if I don’t play along, sir? Or maybe this is how I get Mater Paris to kick you out. *Sir*.”
Cain smirked. “Playing that card, huh? You think he loves you more? Here.” He put down his controller. “Collect more turnips, I’m texting him.”
Theo had his ferret roam the turnip fields. “This kid, I swear…”
Damien chuckled. “I can tell you have mixed feelings but it does excite you.”
Theo threw his head back with a groan. “Just because it gets my dick hard- Yeah, pure metaphor at this point, stop laughing, you two. That doesn’t mean I can take abuse all day.”
Damien stretched and pulled his semi-hard dick out, jerking himself off slowly. “Been an hour since my last orgasm.”
Theo huffed with a grin. “You say that like it should mean anything to me.”
“Fine,” Damien said. “I’m just gonna jerk off next to two dudes. Not like my life’s been weird lately or anything.”
Theo hummed. “I keep forgetting how unusual I am to other people. I mean, the Mysterium overall doesn’t seem weirder to me than my big old sleepy goddess granting me sex power.”
“You’re really not gonna suck me, huh?”
Theo rolled his eyes. “If I can still hold a conversation with my level of horniness then so can you.”
Cain took Theo’s controller and transferred all the turnips to his character.
“Hey… uh, sir.”
“You’ll be busy, blondie,” Cain said. “Mister B said I have to stop slapping you but I can make you do ten burpees.”
“Whatever. I’m done being your slave. He can punish me when he’s back.”
Cain grinned, which looked so sweet and innocent. “Not what this means.”
Theo rose involuntarily and his hands pulled his pants down because of course. He started doing burpees, the only part of himself still under his control being the face.
By the third burpee, he was exhausted. “Holy fuck, Cain, are you do- Cain sir, are you making this harder somehow? My arms are fucking burning.”
“Nope,” Cain said. “Just making you have good form. No slacking, no cutting corners, full range of motion. Not my fault you half-ass exercise.”
“C-cain, sir, master, please stop. This is number six and it feels like sixty. Please.”
“Damien?” Cain asked.
“He’s fine,” the Stygian said, wiggling his hard dick.
Cain leaned over to suck the man’s cock while Theo groaned and huffed his way to ten, his body going beyond what he’d have been able to do pushing himself. It *was* really fucking hot but also so hard he wished he could just unambiguously hate it.
When he was done, his body didn’t return to his control. He dropped to his knees before Damien and took over blowjob duty. Cain made him dive all the way down past any gagging until his tavşanlı escort lower lips touched Damien’s balls. Theo struggled and wretched but contact with dick automatically drew goddess Ambrosia’s first level of power.
He gave Cain the middle finger the moment he was freed from control and earned a laugh. Damien took over, keeping him on the dick. The blond let his power flow freely.
“Dammit,” Cain said, “I forgot the sex makes Damien too insane to take over as player two. Now I gotta fight the next boss on my own.”
Theo flashed a middle finger again. He got briefly possessed and forced to gag himself all the way on the rod again.
Cain picked up his phone. “Ah, your owner is telling me to play nice. Fine, fuck it. You’re lucky I’m your boyfriend’s lap kitty, blondie. Oh, but do get to make you do more burpiees if I feel like it. And other exercise. Hey, imagine how muscular you could get with me as your PT.”
Theo whined into the black dick that was mostly down his throat.
### ### ###
Paris was still radiating warmth from his shower as he dropped his naked body next to Theo’s.
The blond giggled lightly. “I recall you had your own apartment at some point.”
“The bed’s big enough for the three of us,” Paris said. “I made sure of that, even if I wasn’t planning for-” He nodded toward Cain who had one leg thrown over Theo’s, playing on a handheld console. He wore briefs with a candy pattern.
“Yeah,” Theo said with a sigh. “About this guy…”
Paris cuddled up to Theo, black skin on pale one, the Stygian’s dick going semi-hard. “I heard he got drunk on power. Sorry I shut the Bond from your side but your mixed emotions were a little distracting at work.”
“It’s not you,” Theo said and gave Cain a slight elbow poke.
Immediately his own hand came down on his balls.
“Cain,” Paris said, strict and serious. “Too much. You’re supposed to keep my boyfriend from getting possessed, not be his bane.”
Cain hummed, not looking away from the screen. “Sure, whatever. You gonna fuck the bitch now or am I supposed to starve.”
“We’re having a conversation,” Paris said, still all serious. “You’re a bit too gung ho about all this.”
“Actually, I’m *Cain* Ho, idiot.”
“That’s it you little shit,” Paris said and pulled the gaming device from the Ghoul’s grip, across Theo and to his own side.
“Fuck you,” Cain yelled, “give it back.”
“You were such a sweetheart before you took everything for granted.”
“Give it back!”
Cain possessed Theo and made the blond fight his master for the handheld console. Theo’s voice said, “give it back give it back give it-“
“Wow,” Paris said with a look of immense disappointment and started Cain down. No, he *mesmerized* the boy.
Cain dropped back and Theo was freed.
The two tops laid there, still touching Theo, silently seething at each other.
“Okay,” Paris said and Theo could tell — from experience and from the Bond of Favors — that his master was forcibly sounding much calmer than he felt. “Actions, meet consequences. Tomorrow we’ll see if Miss Yoshida still has that broom closet for rent. And you *will* pay her rent.”
Theo put a hand on Paris’ chest. “Sir?” The Stygian dropped his head onto Theo’s shoulder and took a deep breath, placed a kiss on Theo’s skin and came up with a smile. “You’re going to defend him, huh? You subservient goodie-two-holes.”
“He’s never had anything stable before. Don’t give him abandonment issues.”
Paris groaned. “You’re not dragging me into this adoption stuff. That’s for Caius and Bianca to figure out, I’m not his dad.”
“Plus, I’m the only thing that keeps him from turning back into a suicidal husk of a person wracked by demonic urges to ruin the lives of others just to survive, badly. Which, you know, is all he’s been until recently.”
“Thanks,” Cain said with zero emotion in his voice, looking at the ceiling.
Paris groaned harder. “I underestimated how much work he’s going to be but you’re right I shouldn’t have. Cain, is this why you’re going so hard on Theo? He’s the center of your life so you’re very literally possessive of him. Plus the usual street urchin bullshit, thinking we’ll abandon you soon anyway so you might as well push us away now?”
Cain threw his arms up. “How the fuck am I supposed to know why I do anything? You want me to speedrun ten years of character growth in two and half weeks? Or in the half day I’ve had absolute power over his horned-up cock-fiend? Love you, blondie-“
“Love you.”
“-but the cock-fiend is right about me living in a haze of wanting to die for my whole existence so I’m sorry I don’t know about *consequences*.”
Paris groaned until he was out of air. “I’m not the bad guy here, right Theo?”
“Well Master,” Theo started, artificially chipper, “did you bring Cain in because you wanted another twinky bodypillow or to assist his development into a full person. Ask yourself which one’s the bad guy option, sir.”
“Oh fuck off,” Paris tekirdağ escort said. “Sanctimonious whores are the worst. Fine, I’ll teach the kid about how life works.” He raised the gaming console. “See this, boy? Video games are a privilege and whether you have access to a privilege can depend on your grades.”
Cain’s eyes widened in an uncharacteristic display of emotion. “Inhumane.”
Paris laughed. “Only one guy here is properly human and he’s your puppet.”
Theo raised a hand and did his best Cain impression. “Hi, I’m the puppet.”
“Maaaaan,” Cain said. “I gotta speedrun my character arc *and* school work? Fuck me. Not literally, though, unless that gets me privileges.”
“We’ll work out a more humane system,” Paris said, “but if you act out, you’ll get the parenting you so crave.”
“Ugh.”
“Not now, though. Time to rail the slut.” Paris pulled Theo’s leg in the air to expose his hole and shifted to line up their hips. “Since I did so well raising this kid, let’s see if you can give me a few more, boyfriend.”
Theo laughed. “It never hurts to try, sir.”
### ### ###
THURSDAY:
Theo had shown up in casual attire, feeling slightly self-conscious about his thick, ringed leather collar that couldn’t possibly pass as an incidental fashion choice.
The Pavilion Glade was again prepared for a ritual but no guests had been invited. Even Cain was busy with online school.
Streamers around the pillars fluttered gently in a warm breeze, the air smelled of wood, tree sap and roses. An air mattress was smack in the center of the space.
Ingrum the muse kept the place warm and cozy at the end of fall. She stood outside the pavilion itself, among the rustling leaves on trees that should have lost them.
Paris was in stunning, gold-hemmed business casual, stylish enough for an actual wedding. Which this kind of was. He gave high-fives and loose hugs to the present company.
Fulin’s torso was on full, glorious display already, with only washed out shorts on him, where his ridiculous hose of a penis made an utterly fake looking imprint. His hair was shaved down to a millimeter and he had a new nose ring, shinier than the last.
Ace was in all black but dressed for the beach, with sandals and a tank top. Mako wore a bright green sleeveless shirt and neon red shorts. His undercut hair wasn’t tied back for once.
“So,” Fulin said. “Joining of Souls. Fourway style. To be clear, if we’d gone with the contest option I’d have Theo all to my-“
“Pleeeease,” Mako groaned and sagged. “Give it a rest.”
“At this point,” Ace said, “I’m open to beating you up, contest or no. We get it, Tank.”
“Just saying,” Fulin said and flexed. “But this way everybody gets when he wants.”
Theo raised a hand. “Which is me.”
Fulin winked. “Yup. And the option to walk away, for this dude.”
Ace shrugged. “I’m not that flighty, but yeah, a lack of shackles really helps me *wanting* to stay.”
“And,” Fulin continued, “making it more of a mini-pack adds even more security for the bottom, which is the whole fucking point.”
“The bottom has a name,” Theo said without bite.
“It’s my name that matters, though,” Fulin said. “Cause that’s what you’ll be moaning.”
Ace chuckled. He started saying something, then again, he just settled for shaking his head, making the lilac hair dance.
Mako slapped his own thighs, looking up at the taller Primals. “No further ado. I’m so hard I’ll rip a crotch blood vessel if this doesn’t start soon.”
The Japanese hunk turned on music on his little box — tracks to brutally fuck to – which sounded better than it should have in an open pavilion since Ingrum was helping with atmosphere.
Paris laid down on an honest-to-god lounge chair the Primal trio had prepared. Margarita and refills included.
The Asians and the Mirrormaven turned toward the altar. Candles burned in lanterns on and around a stump. Some of Theo’s dildos ringed a pencil drawing he had spent a few hours of the last two days making.
The Primal trio had drawn Atlas glyphs in their styles to form an overall triangular shape on the stump’s wood. Fulin’s jagged faux-Chinese characters, Ace’s decorative bands, Mako’s crisscrossing, tech-y lines.
“Strippin’ time, bitches,” Fulin said.
The beefy alpha had to practically peel himself with how strained the pants were already. Mako had told the truth about being achingly hard already. Ace was the last to lose his clothes because he was lighting the final candle between XXL dildos.
Theo had practice disrobing. He greedily took in the sight of three muscle hunks. The urge to kneel and worship and beg for a fuck was dizzyingly overwhelming but the shaman’s drive to do as men told him kept him still.
“We Primals call on ancient bonds,” Ace said with some reverence, “to conjure the fertility fey we of the Dusk Howlers and of the Green Dawn know as Kharis, to oversee a Joining of Souls between four men.”
“Damn,” Fulin said, “really hoping she’s a banger like that, bro.”
Mako grunted. “Isn’t that going to be distracting?”
Theo’s drawing at the center of the altar was supposed to give Kharis a worthy vessel. It was a pretty good rendering of a sexy priestess. Not that it was hard to find reference material for ‘big boob sorceress’. He’d focused on the flowing dress, largely suggesting the body shape beneath.
