Date: Thu, 26 Jan 2012 18:33:16 -0700
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Eros 14

Eros
by:  dnrock(dnrock@rock.com)

Fourteen:   Adventures Of A Newly Minted Sex God.

"This was just so romantic," Glad thought.

It was romantic and Wyatt was determined to make it romantic, he wanted
this to last.  He knew this boy would be his.  Glad is ever so smooth with
only a hint of pubic hair.  Wyatt began delivering the oral pleasure Glad
was longing to receive.  His tongue and lips were everywhere most engulfing
Glad's penis and testicles.  It was when his tongue pressed into Glad's
anus that we almost ejaculated.  That almost happened again when his
fingers engaged Glad's prostate.  It did happen when Wyatt's cock began
sliding over that same prostate.  Wyatt was pleased to get a hands free
ejaculation and made sure to lick up every drop from Glad's body.

Wyatt reentered the boy this time in the boy superior position, followed by
on the side, eventually emptying his balls into the lad.  For the next
several hours it was kiss, fuck, suck, lick, feel and repeat.  Wyatt was
amazed at how well Glad could take his size in his small mouth and throat.
He was also surprised at how well Glad could fuck his ass too.  That was a
very pleasant surprise in several respects.  Wyatt had very limited
experience being fucked and never before by a boy of any kind, especially
one he was falling totally in love with.

The smooth young features of Glad's face were in themselves stimulating to
Wyatt, they were stimulating to anyone that cared to pay attention to boys
or girls of this early teenage life phase.  Glad was aware of how he looked
and what effect those looks could and would have on others.  He revelled in
feeling, snuggling tight to his lover, Wyatt in this case, keeping his eyes
glued to that lover's face to gage every expression and take of every
opportunity to kiss or lick.  He delicate hands seemed to find Wyatt's
chest hairs and delight in play among them.

For these lovers Damian's magic was working very well, almost to well to
last Wyatt thought, although he was not sure where these intense feeling
had come from, assuming deep within himself and his new lover.  In that he
was most correct, they came from within but had, shall we say, a little
more then a gentle push.  Wyatt could not keep his hands off Glad's ass or
any other part of his sleek, smooth body.  He delighted in letting them
roam over the boy's form.

It seemed that both lovers desired, no it was greater then that, required
themselves, to continually have the maximum body surface area pressing
against your lover.  They were both keenly aware of this too.  One of
Damian's little magic tricks, learned from Ganymede, was to make your
mortal supplicants feel all these feelings and to recognize the utility as
well as the pleasure of them.

For Wyatt, Glad had become a very special attraction.  His round iris
shaped anus with no hint of hair, glowed reddish against his witness of his
smooth skin.  He had never been attracted to another human's body part like
this before.  Oh, sure he liked to kiss and play tongue tag and sure he
liked to fuck pussy with his ample cock and tickle her clit.  Sure he would
suck on Glad's cock and balls for hours but it was his anus and commanded
some special level of excitement and even loyalty.  It was the image of
this special hole then poked and prodded by his finger that opened up and
some how took control of his tongue and cock, demanding he use both to give
Glad the maximum level of pleasure one lover can deliver to another.

Every couple did not experience things exactly like this.  Every couple is
different and unique.  That uniqueness is one the wondrous things about
human love and sexuality.  It is always the same but always different and
the differences were endless.

Funny, they spent many hours sharing a bed and sharing a room with another
couple, who were probably very nice people.  Each of these couples or small
groups were so entranced with each other they failed to even notice all the
others.  The purpose of these gatherings is to form lasting relationships
as the supplicants needed.  For Wyatt and Glad it is the initial bonding
phase of a love affair, it is that part where neither can imagine the other
not continually fucking him.

It would take a few weeks to rearrange their affairs so the new lovers
could live together.  .........................

Over time Damian learned all he needed to know and honed all the techniques
required to be a sex and love god.  Sometimes he did things just for the
challenge of the doing.  Theo knew all about those immortal pranks, as he
called them.

He could do some pretty amazing things when he put his mind and applied all
his powers, toward it.  Now that Conrad was about to go on to a prestigious
arts school in the east, he needed to find a new house boy.  Theo thought
another lad but Damian thought someone older this time.  Perhaps a shiny
new college graduate or someone with a shiny new chief's diploma.  They
talked it over.  Damian compromised he would share Hugo with Theo.  Hugo
was thrilled with the idea, that of making it official since he had been
shared as Damian put it, since he came under his influence.

Hugo thought that perhaps he should start to train his replacement since he
too would be moving on in the not to distant future.  Theo and Damian
started the boy search, at about the same time Damian got the bright idea
to have fun with the university sports teams.  He would go into the
dressing room and mess with everyone's mind, just enough to get all the
boys or girls feeling and kissing and you know, messing around at shower
time, stuff like that.  It didn't take all that long for things to
escalate, not for everyone but the majority.

That was so successful he went back to the high school and junior high and
mess with them too.  It was in junior high that he got a real shocker.  Two
of the boys were not only more then willing but seemed way to knowledgeable
for Damian's taste.  One nice thing about being a god is you get to cloud
everyone's mind so they don't remember you being there at all.  That and
you get to travel in and out of places using the materialization approach,
traveling but for only a very short distance.

Damian probed these two 13 year olds and what he learned made him very
angry.  It wasn't just that these two suffered from low self esteem.  They
were being mentally and physically abused.  By most modern standards they
were being sexually abused too.  These kids were throw-aways and the system
that was supposed to help, protect and support them, was not doing its job.
It was failing for them and he soon ascertained for their foster brothers
and sisters.

"We gods are not supposed to judge mortals outside of our responsibility
areas and we should think several times before we get involved in their
affairs," Damian thought.  "This is not right.  I'm all for them sharing
sex, that's my mandate and I do not judge if someone is an escort or
prostitute or shares with a friend.  But to be forced and at this age, they
don't have a free will choice, it's not right.  That demeans the worship of
the phallus and demeans our work and ourselves too."

He made sure they, Dan and Sachin (diminutive of Sacheverell) would
remember his name.  Dr. Damian Olympus, Registered Sexual Therapist and his
phone number.  He slipped his business card into their pants pockets.  They
would remember to call him for an appointment too.  He and Theo had other
social service funded clients.  One of the supervisors is a sex regular, so
Damian had all the stroke he needed. (yes I intended that pun)

The house parents and staff of the twin group homes, one male the other
female, were pimping these kids.  It want beyond that but right now that
was all Damian was concerned about.  A couple of things pissed Damian off
about that arrangement:

It is unprofessional.  Just like his and Theo's clients, when you are
professional, the client expects you to act by the ethical standards for
that profession.  Pimping these kids and not even sharing the profit is
just not on.  It is against the law too.

It is unethical and a breach of trust.  The kids need to trust the
professionals and the department needs to trust both the professionals,
staff and contractors.  Modern society may not think young teens are old
enough to make decisions and certainly not old enough to sell their bodies.
That is generally not legal but depends on where one is.  Damian and the
other gods have more libertarian views of this, as we know.  Pimping is a
form of exploitation.  That is another one of these things that has changed
much since the beginning and varies from place to place in the modern
world.  Since Damian lives in the modern world he needs to live more or
less with modern sensibilities.  If you are in the pimping business, then
be professional and properly compensate the workers.

Sex should be pleasurable not a power tool.  That is a nobel objective and
one to strive for.  At least pain should be avoided, pleasure while a nobel
objective may not always be realized.  Power is in many forms, teens have
very little of it, children none.  Sex as a power tool, all to often, comes
back to bite you.

For the most part the gods are amoral and unless asked are not inclined to
go around doing good, they don't go around doing bad either, mortals are
more then capable of doing both with no help from them.  These gods do go
around promoting love.  This situation pissed Damian off, this situation
offended his sense of fairness for one thing and had the potential of
giving his supplicants, who had nothing to do with it, a bad name.

These boys and he was sure their foster brothers and sisters all liked sex
and all enjoyed sex and all wanted sex.  They are human, pubescent and full
of hormones, they are sexual beings.  They don't need to be drugged, abused
or used.  Children, those younger then about 11 or so are simply not
interested in sex.  They know gender differences and they know sex exists,
they are just not interested in it.  They are social beings and have
feelings and emotional needs including security, just not sexual ones.

Our gods can change that if they choose, with only a few exceptions, they
all choose not. (We know today, as do the immortals, they read the
journals, that sexual awareness comes, often slowly, and with the rising
hormones of puberty's beginnings.)

The next afternoon the boys called.  Damian drove to the school and picked
them up.  These days Damian drives a BMW Cabriolet convertible.  The Z4 is
only a two seater.  Most times he has two or three with him.  Needless to
say, the boys, Dan and Sachin were suitably impressed.  They had been
around the block for a couple of years now, so they thought they knew
street stuff.  To be fair they kind of did but Damian was changing the
rules, it was learning time for all concerned.  Damian realized they
thought he was attempting to pimp them and impress them with the car.  It
is fancier then their present management.

Damian was playing a game for sure, it was not to pimp these boy or any
others for that matter.  He could get as much as he wanted, in any form he
wanted and from anyone he wanted.  Others were simply on their own devices.
The R & P's provided all anyone, god or mortal, could ever dream of.  He
wanted them to tell him and Theo their story.  Damian gave the comforting
feelings and thoughts, trust, friendship and the like.  These boys were
skeptical at first and he understood that.  They were wise to be skeptical,
they were powerless to resist him.  Another responsibility of godship
i.e. wise and judicious use of that power.

He had already sensed these two boys were a little more then just foster
brothers and schoolmates.  During the drive he saw the beginnings of love
between them, but that love was confused by the very distorted education
the boys already had.  He knew if they had confidence in each other they
would more easily have confidence in him and Theo.  The confusion around
the sexual part was mercifully short and he knew could be erased from their
memories in seconds but he did not want to do that if it was not necessary.
As they drove Damian probed their minds he was looking for clues.

Mortals and gods too, if the truth be known, do not store thoughts and
memories as the pages of a book.  That would be way to easy, thoughts and
memories are stored as threads and linked in the most amazing and strange
ways.  It is simpler to get someone to tell you their story i.e. organize
their thoughts for you.  You then can see if things are being left out,
repressed, blocked out, or embellished.

The two boys had different stories, that is not to say commonalities are
not present, they are.  It just was to mean the stories were sufficiently
different that each would need tell his to the full.

Damian herded Don and Sachin, who informed he wanted to be be called Sach
by his friends, into the room where Hugo, who now controlled the reception
desk, was sitting.

"Damian," Hugo said, "you have a few urgent phone messages here."  He held
up a small stack of pink slips.

"Thanks Hugo, this is Don and this is Sach, we can look after their
paperwork later.  Why don't you introduce them to Conrad and maybe take a
swim while I get this business finished off," Damian said.

Hugo jumped up took both boys by the hand and lead them toward the kitchen
and pool.  When they arrived on the pool area Conrad was dancing across the
deck area practicing his routines.  Sach and Don were speechless, as all
Conrad had on was a dance belt.  Conrad leaped and twirled landing just in
front of the boys took a brief bow and extended his hand.

"I'm Conrad the resident "Tinker Bell", I see you met Hugo, he's the other
fairy."

The boys were immediately concerned that they were here to be trained as
sissy boys, something their pimp had wanted but neither of them played that
part all that well.

"Pay no attention to him," Hugo said, "he speaks only for himself and is
obviously jealous of my cock."  Hugo made a big show of placing his hand on
his crotch and giving his not in the least bit small or hidden manhood a
good squeeze.  This worked to brake the ice and soon the boys were all
enjoying the pool and hot tub with Conrad while Hugo returned to his
reception desk.

Conrad made some conversation with these new boys.  They were clients but
obviously not clients in the normal sense.  He surmised Damian had some
grander or different plan for them.  He told them how he came to work from
Damian and Theo, all those years ago.  He would be heading off to a
prestigious dance school in the east in the not to distant future.  Don and
Sach were incredulous but Conrad just persisted.

"I have been their house boy for all this time.  It is great too.  Not only
do they put up with my artistic temperament and let me practice at will but
they pay well too.  Oh I cook and clean and make sure everything runs
smoothly, that's a good part of the job.  Damian and Theo, they are
brothers you know, have just made my life the most wondrous and exciting it
think possible."

Don finally worked up the courage to ask, "Do you sleep with them?"

"Yes, of course, but not all the time and only when I want too," Conrad
said.  "This job is a gay boy's dream.  Drop dead gorgeous, handsome and
hung, only a slightly older men with lots of money who are R.W.A. to keep
this size queen more then satisfied.

Well we know Conrad is delusional in that respect.  Oh sure some times that
is true but others, probably most, he just thinks it is his idea, in fact
it is his overactive hormones and the pheromones emitted by the brothers.
They are careful not to use any more mind control then absolutely
necessary.  Hugo came back to join the party.

Hugo told them the truth also.  "Me, I'm Damian's boy.  That does not mean
I don't fuck Conrad or Theo but Damian is my man.  I am and have been madly
in love with him since we met."

"You mean you two have sex with Damian, Theo and each other when ever you
want with no other obligation, except to share love and pleasure," Sach
asked?

Both Damian and Conrad nodded and then kissed.

Both Don and Sach were wondering just why Damian had brought them here, it
was a bit strange they both wanted to talk to these councillors but did not
quite know why or what it was about.  It was obvious to them this is a gay
household and that everyone seemed to fuck everyone else and that all
appeared to be happy with that.

Damian called the boys into his and Theo's office, "It's okay l like naked
and you will need some hands on physical therapy anyway."

"Ooou," Hugo said, "Damian has the most wonderful hands."

"Oh ya so does Theo, I can't imagine dancing without their massages to back
me up," Conrad said.

Damian was putting all kinds of wondrous images into their heads as they
come into the offices.

Theo introduced himself to Sach, seating him in a very comfortable chair,
opposite the desk.  Across the office Sach could see the massage table.  He
explained what this was all about, asking Sach to answer all the usual
questions, full name, age and so on.

"Social Services sent us a copy of your records.  Much of that information
is confidential so you will just need to fill me in.  First of all why is
it that Ms. Kurmbine, your social worker, is not the one that sent us this
file?"

"I have no idea."  Theo looked at Sach with that look of oh please.  "I
mean I don't know why the file was sent.  I can not imagine why
Ms. K. would send it or me here anyway."

"Well, I know what the cover letter says and what this file says.  They are
not the same thing either.  Why don't you just go back to the beginning and
just tell me your story.  Hum, you seem just a little nervous and tense.  I
guess that is normal since you don't know me or Damian all that well.  Why
not hop up on the table and let me give you a rub down."

"Ah okay."  Sach did that.  He had been looking around and noticed Theo's
diplomas and certificates.  "Can I ask a question?"

"Of course you can."

"That diploma says you are a Doctor Psychological Philosophy.  Does that
mean your a shrink."

Theo laughed but not to loud, just a polite chuckle. "No, it means I have a
PhD in Psychology.  Shrinks are medical doctors that specialize in
psycho-therapy, they can prescribe pharmaceuticals, I can not.  I
specialize in concealing and mediation, mostly relationships.  Damian has
the same degree and he specialized in sex-therapy.  You and Don are here
because someone at Social Services thinks or believes you and Don have some
kind of burden or difficulty you need to off load."

"I don't know what that might be but if I did have something bothering me,
Ms. K. or our house father are the last ones I would share that with,"
Sachin said.

"That is why you are here.  Anything you tell me is 100% between us and no
one else.  I am honour and legislatively bound, to respect that
confidentiality.  In my report I could say something like, the house and
Social Services management is not doing a proper job and should be
investigated but that's all."

"You mean if I tell you something about myself you can't tell them."

"That is correct."

"What about if they are doing something that is not legal?"

"I am required to pass that along to the cops and DA but I can not tell
them how I found out about it."

"But social services knows I am here."

"True but I have many clients and many more then one are sponsored by
social services.  Besides I do tell them, but just the people who will do
something about it."

Sach started to open up to Theo the long and the short was at about 12 and
half, he was sent from his foster family to his group home.  He was never
sure why.  At first it was cool but after a couple of weeks things got
strange.  He was reassigned a new and much older roommate, Trent.  The
staff started telling him he was doing that and that wrong and braking this
or that rule.

"I didn't do any of those things but they kept piling on the punishments."
Trent helped him by becoming his friend, "well I thought he was my friend.
Trent would treat me nicely and began sharing his weed with me.  I had
never had anything like that before but it did help me not care so much.

I know I was a little unsteady and he helped me but in ways I was not ready
for.  Suddenly he and I were on my bed in our undies and he was kissing me
and feeling me and I had never felt anything like it before.  Before long
or maybe it was a long time, I can't remember, he was pulling my briefs off
and kissing my erection and when he took it in his mouth i was so excited.
The next thing I remember I was suck his cock.  He was stroking my head and
neck and telling me what to do.  For the next few days we sucked and kissed
every spare minuet.  I thought he loved me, he sure said he did.

Right from the first he made sure I took his load in my mouth not spilling
any.  He would take mine so I just thought that is how his cock sucking
stuff was done.  It didn't take long before he was finger fucking my ass
and after a couple of those orgasms he was fucking me like three or four
times a day.  Trent was fair I got to fuck him too.  Once that started it
was like sex school but I did not realize that for a while.  He taught me
how of suck and fuck but mostly how to suck and be fucked.  How to kiss and
respond to touches and kisses how to eat ass and use my tongue in ways I
have never consider before.  He showed be about every position you could
think of and fucked me in them.  He used toys of all kinds and made me
dress in girls panties and other stuff.

All the time I thought he love me but he was just training me to be a
whore.  I found that out one night when the house father and the other
adult male staff and sever Social Services people I did not know before,
got me and took me to the basement where they had a sex sling set up.  The
four of them all fucked me and made me suck them off and eat their asses
too.  Then after they had some drinks and I had some more weed the other
four had a turn at me.  That was a kind of graduation.  I was some tender
for a few days after that.  Trend and I gave each other oral service and I
fucked him a few times until I healed up.  From them on, well about a week
later, I would have regular clients every weekend and some times during the
week."

"Were these always the same men?"

"No not exactly but soon I had a regular groups some I would see once a
month or so other more often.  Once the fucking for pay, although I never
saw any of the money started, Trent and everyone's attitude just seem to
change to toward me and the other boy whores too.  I did get to keep my tip
money and some of them were good sized too.  They made us ware no cloths or
sometimes just undies around the house.  They always told me we were whores
and worthless and bad and useless and things like that.  When ever they
wanted, one of them would just push you down and fuck you or make you suck
him off.

Sometimes they would just come up to you and act all nice and kiss and
fondle and just leave you with a raging hard on.  If you mouthed off to
them them would get you for it.  Never hitting you to make buries, oh no.
They would do other thing like use a huge dildo with little or no lube.  Or
make your ream them or someone else that wasn't clean."  Sach shuddered
when he told about this part.

"I think Trent did like me since we remained roommates and if neither of us
had clients we would sleep together and have sex.  He told me they made him
gay and he made me gay.  I think he did love me at least a little.  I know
I loved him and forgave him for training me.  Not that he had all that much
choice.

During the week if a client showed we would use the basement room or if
Trend also have one our bedroom.  Those were fond times too.  The clients
would often trade between us and sometimes get Trend and I to Sixty-nine
while they fucked our asses at the same time.

I have one client that is simply huge and he knows it.  I think he asks for
me since I never complain.  He always starts me out with a dildo first and
then in the boy superior position, that helps me stretch some.  Most men
don't care and just think you should be happy they are even fucking you."

Sach went on for about seventy minutes with his story.  Don was telling
Damian about the same thing.  Don and Sach became roommates after Trent
left the house, as he was then 18.  For two so young well 13 with about 18
months of whoring experience, they were very well informed.  They were also
very much afraid of their pimps.  They had seen other boys who stepped out
of line.  Some of them with broken bones and some with serious drug
addictions.  Don told Damian the pimps got the boys hooked as way of
controlling them.

While the boys talked Damian and Theo were also reading their thoughts,
since all the threads were activated.  For both boys and from Theo's
experience almost all boys, every pleasurable sexual act they had ever
preformed came flashing back into their memories.  Including names of
clients.  It was clear this was deep and wide spread and neither Social
Services or the District Attorney had a clue about its scale.

Don too thought his older roommate had made him gay.  Damian explained that
being gay was more genetic then anything but being bisexual was quite
normal and not to be concerned for now.  He told them they were roommates
and friends and given the situation fuck buddies.  Sach and Don may be in
love too but it was time that would tell that story.

After a very stimulating massage Don and Sach were more then fully charged
and ready.  Theo sent Conrad and Hugo to them so they had a contemporary to
share pleasure and the night with.  While they were clients, no sex with
the doctors but, of course, they would not be clients all that long.
Damian did plant a few thoughts in their heads.  He made sure they would
dream about sex with him and Theo and develop major crushes on them.

It was clear that they needed to do several things.  First was to book the
boys out of school as sick.  Second was to pay a visit to the group home
and retrieve their personal stuff and make it look like they had run away.

What Damian learned about Don's clients, told him that a number of public
officials, in a number of departments, had been seduced into fucking boy or
girls in the group homes and were being black mailed into continuing and
insuring nothing was said or investigated.  They were the biggest tippers.

Once alone and having dispelled the initial flush of passion, a good solid
mutual oral stimulated ejaculation, Damian and Theo plotted their actions.
Damian would have his adventure.