Chapter Seven
Kaleb finished the last bite of his sandwich.
“You want another?” The Priest wasn’t much more than a shadow even when he was half a room away, sitting in a chair near the wood stove.
“No, sir.”
“Are you sure?”
How was it the man didn’t even have to look at Kaleb to drown him in the sense of being dissected where he sat? Probably the same way the man knew when Kaleb was still hungry. Although since he’d been going to the Chimera every night, he was always hungry.
Kaleb tried not to think about the beast. Not because it frightened him, but because he would get hard. His sore ass had no effect on his selfish cock.
“Some fruit, then?”
“I—”
The Priest stood. Eddies of air followed him in silence. The faint scent of cedar and patchouli mixed with wood smoke. The Priest returned with a bowl of fruit. He set it down beside Kaleb and took his empty plate.
“It’s good to see you eating.” Nothing about The Priest’s tone changed, but Kaleb had the distinct feeling the god smiled.
“Yes, sir.”
“Now, eat.”
Kaleb did, chasing the sweetness of strawberries with the tang of citrus, then the gentle flavor of melon. It took effort to chew and swallow and not to shove the food into his mouth. It was almost dark, and already the heat of the Chimera’s body pressed against his skin.
The creature had grown more and now could overpower Kaleb with a nudge. While it was still vicious with its tongue, the beast had seemed to grow cautious about fucking Kaleb, using only the first few inches of its cock.
It was more than enough, with the way it could curl in, much the same way as the Chimera’s tongue, thickened, and thinned, it only took a few inches to have Kaleb begging. He’d thought the poisonings would have stopped, but the Chimera still ended every meeting between them by pumping Kaleb full of toxin with the same exuberance as it did its cum.
Even after sucking Kaleb dry, it would return to his cock and torture Kaleb for hours. He still fought the Chimera, even though he had no idea why. He wanted the creature. He wanted it as bad or worse than he’d ever wanted Leo.
“It’s okay to miss him.” The Priest sat in the chair across the table.
Kaleb knew the man could hear dreams, could he read minds? “I…” Kaleb swallowed over and over the pleasant aftertaste of fruit left on his tongue turned sour. “I do miss him.” More than Kaleb could ever put into words. “I love…loved him.” Kaleb put his hands in his lap. “How could I love him so much?”
“You are a Doxie. It is your nature to love, just as it’s your nature to gorge on pleasure.”
Pleasure. Leo knew how to make Kaleb come in the most amazing ways, and the Chimera did too. Kaleb’s cock twitched, and his balls pulled tight. God, he wanted the sun to set, he wanted the darkness, then the cold wind, the wet grass slapping his legs. Because it would mean he was heading across the meadow to the edge of the trees, where a shallow valley formed between two hills. There the Chimera would find him, tear his clothes from his body, hold him down, wrap one forked end of its tongue around Kaleb’s cock while fucking him with the other. Kaleb would come over and over. Unlike Leo, the Chimera did not make him hold back. And if Kaleb tried, it would work him even harder. The fucking made Kaleb come too but in a completely different way. It was nothing like an ambrosia release, but he was pretty sure it had to do with whatever the Chimera injected him with.
At least he didn’t get sick anymore. And why was that? Would The Priest know?
Kaleb ran his thumb over the edge of the table, following the whirls and lines in the highly polished wood.
“Is there something you want to ask?” There was no sign of anyone within the shadows of The Priest’s robes until he leaned forward and folded his hands on the table. Even in the poor light, his skin was porcelain.
At least the man would keep Kaleb’s confidence. He could trust The Priest. Leo had. “I—”
There was a knock at the door.
The Priest went to answer it. He paused at the open door for a moment, then stepped aside. Alton walked into the cottage. For some reason, Kaleb stood.
“You’re looking much better.” Alton was dressed in a dark suit. Kaleb had only ever seen him wear light gray ones. The pinstripes running through the fabric glittered gold. “How are you feeling?”
“Fine…yeah, okay…sir.”
Alton gestured to the chair Kaleb had vacated. He sat. Alton pulled out the chair at the end of the table. The Priest remained by the door.
“I’m glad to hear you’re doing well.”
Kaleb nodded.
“I was very concerned after…after you lost Leo. Not many Doxies would be able to return from such a state.”
A place of emptiness where the world was hollow, and there was nothing to hear but the monotone drone of a Doxie’s own breathing?
“Me too.” Kaleb tried to hold the man’s gaze but wound up shrinking in his seat.
“There is a Gathering tonight. You are to attend.”
A Gathering. Other gods. Other Doxies. Alton wanted him there. If Kaleb went, he would have to serve the other gods. “No.”
Alton arched an eyebrow. “That wasn’t a request, Kaleb.”
“No, I don’t want anyone but Leo.”
Alton glanced at The Priest who didn’t even appear to be breathing. When he returned his attention to Kaleb, the god’s expression softened. “Leo is gone. You need to be with the gods. You are a Doxie. A very potent Doxie who could serve many.”
Kaleb pushed his chair back. The Priest was behind him without even a whisper of fabric. The Priest put his hand on Kaleb’s shoulder.
“I’m worried you might relapse,” Alton said. “Leo used you a lot, building up the strength of the nectar. If you don’t serve gods, your blood could become toxic.”
“I’m fine.”
“You think you’re fine.”
“I am fine. I’m…I’m…”
Alton’s gaze was heavy. “Two hours, Kaleb. You have plenty of time to get ready. I expect you to shave, wear a cage, and a plug. There are several seasoned gods there who will evaluate you.”
Evaluate him? Kaleb wrinkled his brow.
“You still need to be trained.”
Kaleb put a hand on the collar he wore. Another Master meant it would be removed and Leo had forbidden him to ever take it off.
Alton’s gaze followed Kaleb’s hands as he traced the braided leather to the ring at the center of his throat.
“I’m sure they will let you keep it on for a little while.”
But not forever. They would erase everything Leo had left with Kaleb.
“I know this is difficult for you.”
Alton had no idea. Kaleb had no illusions he was not like other Doxies. In some ways, yes, but in others…he did not want pain, he did not want pleasures from another god. He loved one man, fully and completely and now that man was dead.
But Kaleb still had the Chimera, who was a part of Leo, maybe even the man’s soul.
“Be there, Kaleb. The Gathering will be small. Only a few gods with Doxies in training. The rest are seasoned. They will be able to guide you.”
“I won’t.”
“If you make me come and collect you, I will bind you and carry you over my shoulder. If that happens, I will stay and make sure you serve every god present, including me.”
Kaleb threw himself out of the chair and shot up the steps to his room. Alton said his name, but he didn’t care, he wasn’t going to stop. Kaleb slammed the door shut and backed up until he bumped the windowsill.
Voices traveled from downstairs, nothing more than a jumbled rise and fall of sound. There was a thump and then silence.
The door opened. The Priest stood in the hall with a basket of supplies.
“I’m not going.” He couldn’t go. If he did, he wouldn’t be able to see the Chimera.
“Alton has not given you a choice.” The Priest carried the basket into the bathroom. “I have picked out suitable cages and plugs. You may choose which ever one you like.”
“No.”
“There is festive wear in the third drawer of the dresser.” The Priest walked over.
“I’m not going.”
“Kaleb.”
“I’m not. I can’t. You know I can’t.”
“You will. Now get ready, shower, enema, you know the routine. If you make me do it for you, it will not be pleasant.” The Priest flowed through the room towards the door.
“And what about the Chimera?”
The Priest stopped.
“It expects me to be there. If I’m not…if I’m somewhere else…”
“The Chimera is a beast.”
“It’s my god. You said so yourself.”
“Your god is a beast, but you belong to Alton.”
“Leo claimed me. Alton let him.”
The Priest turned his head, but there was only the profile of his cowl. “I will come back to check on you in half an hour. If you’re not in the shower, I will assist you.” And the way The Priest said “assist”, Kaleb knew it meant a paddling or worse.
The door shut, and Kaleb was alone.
Water plinked from the bathroom.
A clock on the wall ticked.
Rain tapped against the window, breaking apart the muted sunset. Was the Chimera watching? Was it listening? If Kaleb refused to go would Alton come find him? If he saw Kaleb with the Chimera what would the god do?
Kaleb feared the answer. Alton had been ready to kill the beast once.
A chill ran down Kaleb’s spine as he walked into the bathroom. He took off the gown The Priest let him wear and climbed in the shower. Kaleb found no comfort in going through the routine Leo had taught him. If anything, it made his heart heavier.
When he got out, steam rose from his reddened skin. Kaleb dried and looked through the basket. For some reason, he picked the cage with the thick urethral plug.
No, he knew why.
He chose it because that’s the one Leo would have told him to wear. Kaleb picked out a plug and even a chain to connect his nipple rings.
Leo would have wanted those too.
Kaleb prepared a syringe full of lubricant and filled his hole, then inserted the plug. None of them had been the wild range of sizes and shapes Leo would have given him. None of them comfortable and all able to deliver the most exquisite pleasure.
Which Kaleb would fight.
And he’d lose.
Kaleb coated the urethral stem in lubricant and pushed the tip into his slit. The cold metal rod raked the nerves of his cock from the inside, and even though he didn’t want it to, his cock tried to harden. Kaleb stopped to give his body time to calm. When it did, he grit his teeth, pushing in the last inch. The cage was tight and shoved his balls forward, squeezing them in their sacks. He locked the cage with the urethral plug.
The nipple ring chain was last.
Kaleb refused to look at his reflection. If Leo had been there, the man would have put him over the counter, forced him to come while watching himself, then punished him for the indiscretion.
Never in Kaleb’s life did he think he’d miss the bite of the cane or swipe of a whip.
Or the heavy burning heat of Leo’s hand.
Kaleb walked in the room.
The Priest watched him.
Kaleb startled. “How long have you…”
“I told you I’d be back in half an hour. It’s been twice that.”
“You watched me?” Kaleb didn’t know what bothered him more, The Priest watching him or the fact he didn’t even realize he was in the room.
“Of course.” The Priest stepped closer. “Raise your arms.”
Kaleb did.
The Priest ran a finger over Kaleb’s pit. He tensed and yelped. The Priest tipped his head. “Ticklish?”
“Yes, sir.”
The Priest moved his touch to Kaleb’s chest, tracing the line between his pecs. The chain pulled, and Kaleb winced.
“Very nice.” Lower, The Priest traced a path to the cock cage, sliding down, under. Pressure closed around Kaleb’s balls and he whimpered. “Very nice.” The Priest leaned to the side. The plug in Kaleb’s ass was moved. “You used the syringe?”
“Yes…sir.”
The Priest jostled the plug again.
“Please, sir.” Kaleb cock strained against the cage, and the sound sent an ache through his gut.
“Good.” The Priest stepped back. “You did well. You may lower your arms.”
Kaleb did.
“Now, let’s get you dressed, and I’ll walk you to the Gathering.”
*****
The group was small, and the gods few. But this Gathering was more about introducing new Loyalists to the bounties only Doxies could give.
Joshua, Jake, and Evan stopped just inside the room. Joshua watched as Owen made his way through the crowd. He stopped at the heavy blue curtains in the back. Then turned as if there’d been a sound he heard. He parted the fabric and disappeared inside.
“Do you think he’ll be okay?” Jake slipped his hand around Joshua’s waist.
“Yeah.” Now that Owen had his god back, he would be more than okay.
“C’mon, we’re missing all the fun.” Evan tugged Jake over to a couch where Hern lounged. There was already a Doxie sucking the god’s cock. Evan and Jake knelt beside the god. Another Doxie joined them. He immediately had his hands around Evan, fondling his length.
Good. Maybe the god could outmatch Evan’s obsession. Evan laughed, and so did Jake.
“Hello.”
Joshua turned.
Even with a black eye, Joshua knew the godling. What was his name? Brian, Brad…Brice. As one of the students from the training barracks, he would be limited to experienced Doxies like Joshua. It wasn’t the first time Joshua had seen the godling. At the last small Gathering, he’d been with Jake.
“Hi.” Joshua smiled.
Brice grabbed Joshua by the head of hair and yanked him forward. Why was it all the godlings had to play it rough when they knew absolutely nothing about what rough was?
Loud cries rose up from the back room, deep growls, and snarls. Several of the Doxies turned. The clash of bodies banged from behind the curtain.
At least someone was having a good time.
Brice twisted his hand. “I was talking to you.”
Joshua batted his eyes and gave his most woeful expression. “Sorry, sir, the sounds…”
Owen’s cries rang through the room.
Joshua shivered. Oh, what a lucky, lucky Doxie. Cerberus had to be fucking the boy into the floor. And the god could fuck. Joshua had served Zen and Cerberus several times, and his body did not forget the humiliation of taking Cerberus’s cock. The hyena god was not gentle, discrete or caring when it came to taking from a Doxie. Leaving them soaked in cum, holes aching, cocks sucked till they were bruised, scratched up, bitten. And of course, there was absolutely no washing his scent off skin. It simply had to wear away.
Owen didn’t seem to mind. Joshua was glad he didn’t. As rough and inconsiderate as Cerberus was, he still deserved someone to bow to him.
Joshua was shoved to the right. He stumbled and almost fell, but Brice kept a hold on his arm.
“Maybe if I put my cock in your ass I’ll get your attention.” Brice shoved Joshua over the back of the couch where Hern lay covered in Doxies. Evan had a hold of the god’s cock now. Every time one of the other boys tried to join him, he pushed them away.
Greedy little shit.
The harem pants covering Joshua’s legs were ripped open. “Hey, those were my…”
“Quiet, boy.” Brice yanked Joshua’s hair.
Jake looked up from where he was adoring Hern’s mouth and raised his eyebrows.
Joshua rolled his eyes. Brice yanked the plug from Joshua’s ass and shoved in his cock.
Jake grinned, and Joshua made a face.
“You feel that, boy?” By the way Brice sounded he was already going to blow his load. But the godlings were like that.
Joshua bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. “Yes, sir…please, sir, it’s too much…mercy, sir.”
Jake snorted, and now even Hern was watching. The god touched Joshua’s chin. Joshua leaned into the god’s touch. Silken, gentle, warm. Hern raised up on his elbow and caught Joshua’s mouth. He opened to Hern who filled him with his tongue, working it in and out of Joshua’s lips. Languid dips, teasing the roof of Joshua’s mouth, coaxing him wider, probing farther.
The earthy spice Hern always seemed to bleed and filled Joshua’s senses. For a moment he wasn’t there in the room with an inexperienced, self-inflated whelp thrusting into his ass, Joshua ran through the forest, alongside a stag. Yellow and orange leaves crackled, wind knocked the tree branches together, and with every breath, Joshua got drunker on the crisp, clean air.
His feet pounded the earth as he zigged and zagged through the trees, running faster and faster, never stumbling, never losing his footing.
Hern pulled his mouth away and turned Joshua’s head. Hern caught the boy’s earlobe and sucked. The electric dance of pleasure raced under Joshua’s skin. Hern exhaled against the shell of Joshua’s ear.
“Come for me, Doxie. Come for your god.”
The command might as well have been Hern’s cock in Joshua’s ass, Hern’s mouth on Joshua’s cock, or the crop, whip, and cane laying stripes on his skin. Joshua shuddered, and his cock fought the weave of metal constraining it with each jerk and euphoric bolt riding through Joshua’s core.
Heated droplets hit the tops of his bare feet.
Brice grunted a curse, but the pulse of his dick was barely noticeable with Hern staring at Joshua with his dark liquid eyes.
“Good, boy.” Hern peppered Joshua’s chin with kisses before letting him go and returning his attention to the Doxies fighting for his attention.
Brice turned Joshua around. The young god said, “Made you come without even touching you.”
Joshua looked down at himself and widened his eyes. “Yes, sir. I guess it was because you’re so good, so perfect, so…” Forgettable.
Brice reached for the cage around Joshua’s cock.
Joshua stopped him. “You haven’t taken an ambrosia flower yet.”
“Move your hand.” Brice narrowed his gaze. “Move your hand, boy, or I will move it for you.”
Damn these snide, young asses could be a pain. They were far more common than they used to be. As if bringing them into Sanctuary activated their jerk hormones. But maybe Joshua was just so used to Doxies. Nothing was ever about proving the size of their balls or how big their dick was because being with each other always gave pleasure.
Joshua caught Arabia’s gaze. He sat on the couch across from Hern who was almost buried under Doxies. Everyone liked Hern because of how gentle he was, and when you wanted it, how brutal a fucking he could give.
Arabia was always brutal. The rumors were his father had been sired by a Centaur. With a cock so large it could barely stand, Joshua didn’t doubt somebody in Arabia’s family had been related to a horse. Even without the taller ears, the silver hair, the wide chest, that thing between his legs alone was enough to earn him the title.
Arabia stood.
Brice pushed Joshua away from the sofa and towards one of the reclining chairs. “I’m going to tie you up, then I’m going to take a layer of flesh off your hide.”
If any other god had made the threat, Joshua would have been on his knees begging for it. But Brice was young, inexperienced, and full of himself. Even if the first two traits hadn’t been present, the last one made him dangerous. Gods who thought they knew how to read the limits of a Doxie could easily kill one. And had killed them.
It was why young gods who hadn’t been given the flower and new gods who were learning how to extract ambrosia from a Doxie were always in the company of seasoned men like Hern, his brothers, and Arabia.
“I’m losing my patience with you.” Brice squeezed Joshua’s arm as he threw him onto the reclining chair.
Arabia’s shadow fell over Brice. God, Arabia was tall. Joshua knew he was, but it never ceased to amaze him. Especially when the god stood beside poor representations of the immortal world like Brice.
“Stop.” The smoothness of Arabia’s voice slid down Joshua’s body. His skin tingled, his nipples hardened, and his cock fought the confines of the cage.
The god glanced in Joshua’s direction. Arabia’s nostrils flared, and his chest expanded with the deep inhale. He moved between Joshua and Brice.
“He’s mine, I had him first.” For a moment it looked like Brice was going to challenge Arabia. As if there was any chance of a challenge. Then he seemed to realize who he was talking to and stepped back.
“You are too inexperienced to be strapping down a Doxie and most certainly too young to be cropping one.” Arabia plucked the crop from Brice’s hand.
Joshua hadn’t even seen him pick it up.
Arabia nodded. “But since this is a time of learning for you, I think you should stay and watch.”
Arabia turned, and Joshua’s heart shot into his throat. The god ran his touch from Joshua’s jaw, down his chest, his thigh, shin, to his toe, leaving behind a scorching line of contact. Joshua moaned.
“Give me your ass.” The command was nothing more than a whisper, but Joshua’s body responded as if it had been a shout. He rolled over, putting his ass on the edge of the reclining chair.
Arabia squeezed Joshua’s right ass cheek, then his left. A streak of fire accompanied the hard slap of the crop against Joshua’s skin. He cried out, the need for friction immediate, the want of more maddening. One after the other, Arabia painted painful stripes down Joshua’s thighs, each mark stoking the need to be filled, driving him closer to the void of pleasure, calling to the ambrosia in his body and making it boil.
Joshua didn’t even realize he was crying until Arabia caught his chin and pulled him back, cradling Joshua against his chest.
“Shh—” Arabia ran his tongue from Joshua’s collarbone to his ear. “You did so well.”
“Y-Yes sir.” Joshua didn’t need to feign need in his voice.
Brice’s angry expression collapsed. Joshua didn’t care. Let the boy god know he was not enough to command a Doxie’s body. Let him see just how clumsy, inefficient, and clueless he was.
Joshua undulated against Arabia. The god’s cock slid between Joshua’s legs. Oh, fuck it was gonna hurt to take the man. Especially with most of the lubricant wasted on Brice’s dick.
“Easy, boy.” Arabia pushed two fingers into Joshua’s hole. Cool salve slicked his touch. Someone must have given him a jar of lubricant, or there was one close enough to reach. But there usually was at a Gathering.
The snarls and growls echoing from behind the curtain grew violent, and Owen’s screams made everyone turn. Joshua clenched his eyes shut and bit back the urge to come just from the sound of the Doxie’s pleas.
Arabia added a third. Joshua knew it wouldn’t do much good. There was just no preparing an ass for the man.
“Now, sir, please, sir.” Could the god even hear Joshua over Owen’s desperate cries? Arabia must have because he withdrew his fingers. The thick blunt head of his cock pushed at the tight ring of Joshua’s hole. He forced himself to relax, no need to try and impress this god with a hole he could barely breach because even a well fucked Doxie who’d been under a room full of gods would have sworn he was a virgin when Arabia used him.
With his attention on Brice, Arabia said, “Now watch and learn, student.” The god rolled his hips forward, and Joshua’s hole stretched. The pleasant sensation grew agonizing until he was trembling with the fear he would be torn in half. But he knew Arabia and had been under the god many times. He was not green, he was not selfish, and he was well aware of the harm he could cause.
The burn became an obtrusive weight, sliding, filling, invading. Joshua’s thighs trembled and the muscles in his stomach knotted. The ordinary sense of being claimed by a god with more cock than was needed was surpassed by the almost ugly discomfort of a cock no god should even have.
“Shh—” Arabia stopped. He held Joshua’s head in one hand and teased his nipples with the other. “Almost.”
Which meant Arabia still had more to go.
“I don’t think I can.” And Joshua meant it. He wouldn’t have been the first Doxie to beg for Arabia to show mercy and pull out. It was fruitless, Joshua knew that. Gods who knew the limits of a Doxie and the extent of pain they could bring did not step back once they had their dicks in one of them.
“You can, you know you can. You’ve done it before.” He nipped Joshua’s shoulder. “Remember how you begged and pleaded for me to stop.”
Joshua did. Because he wound up doing it every time. Yet he just couldn’t stop himself from surrendering to the god. From willing his body to accept Arabia and every touch he gave. Because the prize, the reward, would be worth it.
Arabia began pushing again, and as Joshua sucked in a breath to yell, the god’s heavy balls pressed against his ass.
“Mmm—” Arabia jostle the cage. “Have you come already?”
Joshua might have, but all he could feel was that massive dick in his ass.
Brice made a strangled sound. It caught Joshua’s attention. He’d almost forgotten the boy god was there. He held Joshua’s gaze for a moment then started to turn away.
“Stay.” Arabia didn’t even look at Brice. “Watch, remember, understand…” Arabia’s silver gaze raked Joshua raw. “And learn to appreciate what a Doxie gives us.” Arabia pulled back, then pushed deep again, his movements drawn out and every inch grazing Joshua’s sweet spot. He didn’t even try to hold back on his cries. They joined Owen’s as he pleaded with Cerberus in their hidden alcove to stop. Only the growl of the god replied then Owen was crying again, deep turbulent sobs that had Joshua rocking back to meet Arabia’s thrusts until the measured movements turned hard and fast.
Joshua screamed and jerked out of Arabia’s grasp, but the god locked his grip on Joshua’s hips before he could crawl away. He pummeled Joshua’s ass until their bodies clapped together and there was only the sound of the impact and Joshua’s broken voice. Harder, harder, until Joshua flopped against the couch, ambrosia saturating his senses, and once again he found himself trying to rock back, but Arabia held him in place, fucking Joshua so hard his hip bones ached with the impact.
Joshua plummeted toward his release, pleasure turning into pinpricks down his legs, cold and hot searing his blood, and the world whited out. He was almost there, almost to the point of no return when Arabia stopped, buried in Joshua’s ass. Somehow the stillness brought back all the pain.
Some of the fog cleared. It was the silence of the room that made Joshua open his eyes. Cerberus stood in front of the curtains with Owen draped in his arms. Cum soaked the inside of the Doxie’s thighs. Droplets of the fluid fell to the floor from where it had run down to his heel.
Flushed and used, Owen was so beautiful. It made the hideousness of Cerberus all the more vivid. Yet Joshua didn’t recoil like he had in the past because the sight before him wasn’t about appearances and everything about power. Not the strength a god boasted with muscle, but the kind few would ever master over a Doxie’s heart. The protective, unshakable, forever kind of connection even gods who claimed Doxies seldom had. It bled from Cerberus from his rich golden fur to his amber eyes. He’d found a boy who was not only brave enough to serve him but who was brave enough to accept him.
Joshua swallowed against the lump in his throat and blinked away the tears. All Doxies wanted something like that, even if they denied it, even if their nature made it impossible, they all wanted someone, even each other, who could love like they could. Or at least treasure them to the capacity they surrendered their heart.
Cerberus made his way from the Gathering room, and the murmur of voices returned. Gods, Doxies, and godlings who’d been forced to watch their prize taken from them resumed breathing.
Joshua knew they’d felt the same thing he had at the sight of Cerberus and Owen. Who wouldn’t? With the spell broken, Arabia moved again, his thrusts gaining in speed until Joshua was shoved into the couch cushions, the weight of the god forcing his cock just a little bit deeper. A little too much deeper. Joshua hissed out a breath, sweat soaked his skin, and the rise of ambrosia crested.
“Do not come.”
The command had Joshua straining, and his body tightened around Arabia’s cock. There was only the slightest stutter in the god’s thrusts before the strength behind each shove forced Joshua to take him to the root.
A deep heat rushed into Joshua echoed by the jump of Arabia’s dick. He slowed, coming to a stop while each pulse of his release filled Joshua more. When Arabia pulled out, the rush of cum was almost as impressive as what Cerberus could give. Joshua might have actually been embarrassed if he wasn’t so twisted in agony from the cage biting into him. Arabia rolled Joshua over. Limbs full of lead, he couldn’t even help. The cage was removed, and Joshua’s dick slapped his stomach. Scorching wet silk covered Joshua’s cock, and he arched off the couch. Brice watched him. The godling was already hard again, but the darkness in his eyes was nothing short of shame. He scowled at Joshua who couldn’t even bring himself to care about denting Brice’s ego. No, there was only the lightning teeth of Joshua's violent release delivering ambrosia at the will of the god sucking him. Joshua pinched his nipples, twisting the buds until the pain was almost as intense as the suction Arabia applied to Joshua’s dick. The rise and fall of ambrosia being drawn from his body smoothed to a gentle ride. Joshua could have kept giving Arabia more, but the god let Joshua go before he could come again.
Arabia leaned over Joshua and teased open his lips. Joshua begged Arabia with his tongue, and the god delivered the sweet leftover flavor of ambrosia.
Arabia pulled away. For a moment Joshua wondered what it would be like to wake up to someone so beautiful every day, then he remembered who he was, what he was, and how monogamy was not healthy for a Doxie.
Because gods grew tired of them. Sometimes it took decades, sometimes it took centuries, but it would eventually happen. Except for those Doxies who’d been fortunate to find a god who not only wanted to protect them but wanted to live for them.
Arabia ran his knuckle over Joshua’s cheek. “As always, you do not disappoint.”
Joshua’s cheeks warmed, and he found himself unable to hold Arabia’s gaze. “Thank you, sir, it’s all I ever want to do.” And Joshua meant it.
*****
Kaleb stood at the door of the Gathering room. Bodies sprawled on the floor, over the furniture. Gods, Doxies, some mortal men. They writhed in pleasure. The pleas of exquisite boys answered by demanding voices. Some ordered them to come, others promised denial, more threatened with punishment.
A high-pitched cry, pain, pleasure came from the back corner of the room where curtains hung to offer privacy, accompanied by vicious deep growls Kaleb could never forget. Cerberus, the god who’d been with Zen when they’d brought Leo back the night he’d gone on a mission for Alton. And then later when they’d come to take Kaleb away at Leo’s request.
Kaleb cringed as the cries rose into all-out screams. He backed up until he hit the wall.
Beautiful Doxies, all heights, colors, combinations of traits, rode cocks, sucked cocks, or teased each other. Some had been tied to reclining couches with their legs drawn back while men fucked them with violence.
Kaleb had been to a Gathering one other time. When he’d been new to Leo. The humiliation Kaleb felt when walking into the room that day was a shadow compared to the broken glass slicing his heart now. He did not belong here. Not because he wasn’t perfect like these boys, but because he belonged to someone else.
Kaleb’s god might have been dead, but the Chimera was alive.
A hand closed on Kaleb’s arm. He recognized the other boy, but his name escaped Kaleb because nothing worked in his mind. Nothing made sense. Most definitely not the urgency to be fucked, touched, tasted, everything that was happening around him, just not by men.
He wanted a monster.
A beast.
A creature who was not human. Not even remotely born of man except for the fact it had resided in the body of the god Kaleb looked to.
“Hi.” The Doxie touched the chain hanging between Kaleb’s pecs. “You’re Kaleb.”
He nodded.
“I remember you.” The Doxie pressed closer. His cage was gone along with his harem pants, and there was nothing to keep him from rubbing his cock against Kaleb’s thigh.
God, the Doxie was petite, so much like Aaron, only he was everything Aaron wasn’t. Dark skin, dark eyes, black hair. And he was everything Aaron was, beautiful, smiling, happy…
“Would you like to play with us?”
Play. And it had nothing to do with hide-and-seek unless it was hide-a-cock and find it. No, Kaleb was all too familiar with the games Doxies could think up.
“My name’s Lee.”
Kaleb nodded.
“I wasn’t sure if you remembered.”
Kaleb shook his head.
“C’mon.”
Kaleb started to pull away.
Alton stood in the hall. He’d come to The Priest’s cottage again to make sure Kaleb was not going to back out. Kaleb followed Lee to where three other Doxies had a boy with sandy brown hair, tied to a wide bench.
His hands were bound above his head, and his knees had been drawn back to his chest and tethered in place with rope knotted through loops in the side of the wooden platform.
“This is Charlie.” Lee rubbed Kaleb’s ass. The plug jiggled, and Kaleb sucked in a breath.
One of the Doxies sitting on the edge of the table where Charlie was tied passed around a jar of cream. He smeared the thick lubricant over Charlie’s hole. The boy jerked against the bindings. His beautiful blue eyes widened with fear, and his sculpted chest rose and fell in rapid succession.
The boy fondling Charlie’s hole pushed in a finger.
Charlie thrashed against the bindings. “No, don’t, don’t, I don’t want to.”
One of the other boys licked Charlie’s nipple. Charlie’s cries turned to plaintive moans. The sound wrapped around Kaleb and settled in his balls. He stepped closer to the table even though he didn’t want to.
“He’s lovely, isn’t he?” Lee leaned into Kaleb. “He’s never been with other Doxies before. This is his first Gathering. His new Master is Hyak.” Lee nodded at the man leaning against the wall. A man with brightly colored streaks in his hair, what looked like horns sprouting from his forehead. Piercings lined his ears, dotted his lips, decorated his eyebrows. He slipped the tip of his tongue over his teeth. The barbell piercing caught the light. Fully clothed, Hyak stood with his arms folded as if what he witnessed was normal.
Considering this was Sanctuary, this was normal.
“Hyak’s going to let us fuck Charlie before he gets his first ambrosia bloom.” The Doxie thrusting his finger into Charlie’s hole smiled.
“He’s a virgin.” Lee said it on the back of a sigh.
The plug in Kaleb’s ass was jostled again, his cock threatened to harden but the sound impaling it kept it in line.
“You want to be his first?” A blond Kaleb had never seen asked.
Kaleb glanced around.
“He’s talking to you, silly.” Lee stepped in front of Kaleb and put his arms around Kaleb’s neck.
The need, the want, the absolute thirst for the boy’s lips had Kaleb dipping his head. Lee claimed Kaleb’s mouth and Kaleb gripped the boy’s ass. He was plugged, so Kaleb gripped the base and pumped it. Lee arched against Kaleb, wrapped a leg around his thigh, and climbed up Kaleb’s torso until he was looking down on Kaleb while he plundered Kaleb’s mouth. Lee rocked and precum smeared on Kaleb’s stomach.
Lee pulled away and lowered himself to the ground. Kaleb’s mouth ached with the memory of the other boy’s lips.
Lee tugged on Kaleb’s hand. “C’mon, you can be Charlie’s first.”
All the Doxies had their hands on Charlie now. Touching, petting, tugging on the boy’s cock. He turned his head one way, kissing one, then the other, crying into their mouths.
The violent fucking happening behind the curtains grew louder. Charlie looked.
“No, please, wait…” He shuddered and burst into tears. “It hurts, please, it hurts, make it stop.” Kaleb had no idea what the boy was talking about until Lee pushed him closer. A cock ring cinched Charlie’s dick, and his balls were chained tight enough to make the sacks shiny.
Doxies took turns licking his bare nuts and running their tongues up the length of his cock. Charlie trembled, and the tears soaked the hair around his temples.
Kaleb shivered and licked his lips. Fuck the boy was perfect, so, so perfect.
“I don’t want to.” Kaleb took a step back. Lee pulled on Kaleb’s hand. He should have fought, but he could only go forward. “Please, I don’t.” Kaleb put his knee on the edge of the table. The boy teasing Charlie’s hole moved. Kaleb traced the boy’s crack, then slipped a finger into Charlie’s opening. The tight ring of muscle squeezed.
Kaleb groaned at the thought of his cock buried in the other boy, the sounds he could force out of Charlie, the cries, and pleading.
“Let him watch first.”
Kaleb didn’t know which Doxie said it, but he was towed to the side of the table, putting Kaleb in arm’s length of Charlie’s face. A few of the other boys descended on Charlie, kissing his neck, sucking his nipples, his balls, dipping fingers into his hole. Every time he tried to turn his head, they forced him to watch Kaleb.
Lee and another Doxie dropped to the floor in front of Kaleb. They pulled down the front of his sheer pants and freed his cock from the cage. Before Kaleb could even adjust to the feeling, a mouth was on his cock. He gasped and grabbed a handful of hair and thrust into the boy assaulting him with his tongue.
Kaleb told himself he didn’t want to be there. Shouldn’t be there, but he wasn’t able to pull away. The scent of sex, the velvet caress of soft cries, the ambrosia, so thick it stuck in Kaleb’s lungs when he breathed. All of it wrapped him up, comforted him and at the same time ripped out his heart.
Aaron.
Leo.
Two men he loved.
Both gone. Forever gone.
Pleasure spiraled through Kaleb with an electric charge, and he shot his load down the boy’s throat. Before he could finish, another mouth closed over him, collecting the last threads of cum.
“Now.” Lee stood and nipped Kaleb’s jaw. “Now, you’ll last, and you can fuck Charlie for a really long time.”
Kaleb was corralled against the other boy. His hole contracted as if it wanted to run away, but his cock was swollen and leaking.
Kaleb gave no ceremony, he just shoved his dick into the boy’s hole. Oh, he’d been right, that tight ring clamped down as if the boy’s body tried to suck him in. Kaleb thrust while the other Doxies teased Charlie from head to toe. Pinching, touching, kissing. The poor boy couldn’t even focus.
Lee freed Charlie’s cock. The Doxie tried to arch, but the ropes pulled tight, keeping him in place. Kaleb thrust harder, each plunge drawing a grunt from Charlie.
The boys passed around a box. It was opened. Silver rods nestled against blue fabric. They each took one, all different sizes, shapes, thin, thick, beaded.
Lee held Charlie’s cock and squeezed. There was a moment of confusion on the boy’s face, then his eyes widened, and he shook his head. Charlie pulled against the bindings; it flexed the muscles in his body, and his ass clamped down so tight Kaleb had to fight to move. The friction played over Kaleb’s nerves lighting him up, taking him higher. Sweat ran rivulets down his skin, lilac in the light, and it dripped onto Charlie’s thighs.
Lee worked the sound into Charlie’s urethra, the boy’s mouth fell open, and he threw back his head and yelled. His cry was almost as loud as the plaintive screams coming from behind the curtain. Each boy took a turn, pushing in their sound, pulling it out, their hands working in a chaotic dance. Every time the brown-skinned boy pushed the studded sound he held into Charlie slit, he’d thrash and sling his head.
“Harder, Kaleb.” Hyak stood behind Kaleb. The man’s grip was heavy on his shoulders. “Fuck him like you mean it.” The plug in Kaleb’s ass was pumped. Hyak didn’t even have to try to graze Kaleb’s swollen prostate, every movement sent a euphoric burst through his body like the Chimera stung him all over again. Kaleb shoved his hips forward, pounding Charlie until the boy wailed.
Lee had the boy’s cock now and was threading a new fatter sound into his slit. Tears soaked Charlie’s cheeks, his skin reddened and the cords on his neck drew stark lines under his skin. The moment his release splashed onto his stomach, Kaleb was sideswiped by the rush of fire running down his spine and filling his veins with ice. His cock jumped, and wave after wave of his release was pumped into Charlie. Hyak kept moving the plug, and the constant graze of Kaleb’s prostate fueled the spiral of pleasure.
He slumped forward, his breathing ragged, his heart thundering in his ears. The silence of the room was deafening. Kaleb looked in the direction the other Doxie’s stared.
Cerberus walked through the maze of bodies on the floor and out the door carrying a simple but beautiful man who did not look anything like a Doxie, yet it was obvious by the scent of ambrosia he was.
Cerberus had a Doxie.
Kaleb had a god.
He stepped back from the boy he’d been fucking. Hyak ran his hand down Kaleb’s back; he jerked away. This was wrong. It didn’t matter what he thought he wanted, what he knew he wanted, this was wrong. He was meant for one man, one god, his body genetically written to provide Leo with the ambrosia he needed. Leo might be gone, but his brother wasn’t. It wasn’t much, but Kaleb would take it. He would take what thread of happiness he could get, even if it were frayed and knotted.
Kaleb bolted from the room and tore down the hall. Alton’s voice chased him, but he didn’t stop. A guard grabbed his arm at the door. Kaleb yelled and pulled. The man’s grip came loose, but two more Loyalists followed Kaleb down the steps. He’d never make it. He’d never make it out of the courtyard and over the drawbridge.
More men cut him off. Alton stormed from the main door of Sanctuary in Kaleb’s direction.
The deep roar sent all the mortals back, and Alton froze.
The Chimera dropped to the ground behind Kaleb. It was taller than him now, a lot taller. Still nowhere as big as it had been when it first appeared weeks ago.
Guns were drawn, slides were pulled, metal scraped in a synchronized click. The guards raised their weapons.
“No.” Alton held up his hand, and the guards lowered their guns. The Chimera opened its wings and bellowed. The sound ricocheted off the walls of Sanctuary and rang out over the meadow. Kaleb threw himself against the Chimera’s chest, and it leapt into the air with him in its arms.