by Jay Lygon
“I’m going to get you a glass of juice.”
He tried to get off the bed, but I clung tight. “Papi, are you going to give me another enema?”
Hector stroked my back. “Do you want one?”
What in the world did he mean?
He laughed and gave me a quick kiss before he got out of bed. “I’ll tell you what. Think it over. If you want to try one last time, then be on your tummy when I get back. If you’re sitting up, we’ll just cuddle until bedtime.”
“Try what?”
“To get to your subspace. I think you need to spend a little time there to let go of this anxiety over the telecast.”
Left alone, I thought it over. Did I want him to do that to me again? Not really. I was worn out. On the other hand, he was right about my anxiety. I rolled over onto my stomach, then chickened out and sat up.
Hector’s footsteps sounded in the hallway.
Making a quick decision, I lay down again, reached back, and spread my butt cheeks for him.
***
“I know this will be uncomfortable, but I want you to lift up on your knees a little. Can you do that for your Papi?”
Oh man. All that warm, soapy water inside me shifted as I carefully lifted my butt up and spread my knees. Cramps took my breath away.
“Breath through it,” Hector said. “I know this is difficult for you, but you’re doing so well.” His hand slid over my balls and lightly gripped my cock. My hard-on had been waxing and waning through the past hour, but he sounded pleasantly surprised when he felt how hard I was. “Such a good boy.”
Hector unzipped his pants and hefted his cock out. He stroked it a few times and then pushed the head between my lips. I strained to take more of the fat cock into my mouth, but Hector pressed his palm against my forehead until I backed off. “Just suck on the tip, Baby, like you’re sucking your thumb. That’s it. That’s a good Boy.”
I concentrated on the taste of him in my mouth and the tantalizing promise of his scent buried deeper in his pants.
Hector grasped my cock as I sucked his. The hand job he gave me felt too damn good. The other pangs seemed to fade back as I thrust into his hand. My eyes closed and my throat buzzed with contented sounds as he gently fucked my mouth. Since he didn’t scold me for it, I humped into his grip.
Hector took me to that edge between pain and pleasure that got my adrenaline pumping. I was flying, but so completely controlled by him that it felt safe. I knew I could trust him not to let me fall. Love and adoration for him welled inside me. I pushed it out so that he could feel how much I worshipped him.
Hector sighed. “I love a happy boy.”
Hector pulled his cock out of my mouth and put it back into his pants. I pouted, just a little, until he let go of my cock and patted my ass. Then I pouted for real. Hector’s smile broadened as he watched my expression change from blissed-out slut to enema boy. I glanced at the clock. Two more minutes to go. He saw me look. He reached over, picked up the timer, moved the dial, and faced it away from me.
Stunned and desperate, I broke out in fresh tears. Hector picked up the syringe. Horrified, I watched him refill it. “I’ll be good! I swear I will!”
He slid the tip of the syringe into my hole. “I know you will, Baby. I know you will,” he crooned as the pressure inside me increased almost unbearably.
My promises and pleas came out as incoherent sobs. Hector withdrew the syringe and stroked my hair. “Your bottom is so full, isn’t it?”
Overwhelmed, I slipped inside my mind.
Once upon a time, the place I withdrew to had been like a Japanese tea house with sliding, rice-paper walls. Over time, it had morphed into our house. It still had some of the touches of the tea house, but it was home. In my mind, I moved through it like a ghost. The rooms were bigger and the hallway longer. It seemed to take me forever to get anywhere. Sometimes there was a meditation labyrinth painted on the floor, and I followed it as I sank deeper into my thoughts. Other times, my mind was blissfully blank. When I finally reached the kitchen door that led to our back yard, I knew I’d almost reached the point I need to be at. I opened the door, walked down the stairs to our garden, and into the all-encompassing peace of my subspace.
***
Hours later, I tried to untangle myself from Hector to get out of bed.
He held tight. “Where are you going?”
“To make your dinner, Sir.”
“That can wait. I won’t.” He rolled us over so that I was face down. “I love a boy after his enema. So sweet. So relaxed.” He kissed my shoulder blades. “That’s right, Baby, just relax.”
Baby, baby, baby. Did he realize when he talked to me like that that my bottom lip puffed out on its own? There was no way to stop it. He swore he hated me sulky, but as soon as he started to hustle me, I slipped into that mood.
I could hear the grin in his voice. “It’s okay, Baby. It’ll be all right.” He shoved balls deep into me.
“Ah!” I grasped the sheets. There was no crawling out from under him even if I wanted to. “Too much!”
“You always say that. Then it feels good, doesn’t it?” he crooned as he slid his hand under me to grip my cock.
I nodded.
His chest hair tickled my back as he slowly worked me into raving slut mode. Maybe he was in no hurry to come, but I was getting there.
“No,” I moaned. I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to rise up on my knees and slam back against each of his thrusts. Flailing with my arms and legs, I tried to get out from under him.
His harsh grip pinned my arms down. That didn’t stop me from trying to buck him off my back. Hector’s breath was jagged. Every time he thrust into me, I clamped down tight and ground my hips in a circle. “Baby, don’t fight it, don’t--” A deep groan welled up from his chest. He shoved deep into me and held us there for a long moment before he moved again. He pressed kisses to my sweaty back between heavy breaths. “Oh, little Boy, you know what it does to me when you milk my cock.”
I sure did.
He yanked me onto my back. Freed, my hard on pointed for the ceiling. He grinned as he put his finger to my lips. “Not a sound,” he whispered.
We lived alone, so there was no reason to be quiet, but he loved to play the game that way. I nodded. He shackled my wrists and ankles to the wrought-iron bed frame.
He kissed his way down my torso, taking his sweet time before he ran his tongue down my cock. As soon as I moaned, he wadded up his boxer briefs and shoved them into my mouth.
That’s when the real torture began. He kept taking me to the edge of orgasm and pulling back. Bound spread eagle, all I could do was endure it. Beads of sweat formed at my temples. I huffed and tried to thrust into his mouth. Yanking at my bonds, I struggled to get free. He tongued my balls and sucked my cock until I cursed nonstop into the underwear shoved into my mouth. Tears of frustration freely ran down my face.
“Come, Boy.”
My head lifted off the pillow as my load splattered up my stomach.
A sweet, horny surge of power shot out from us in into the world. I swore I could feel every soul it fondled gasp with pleasure. Chuckling, Hector collapsed on top of me.
Everything was as it should be in my world. I was in my proper place, and Hector was in complete control.
Or so I thought.
Chapter 2
July Fourth was one of those near-perfect days in Long Beach. It was hot, but the wind was blowing off the ocean, not the desert, so it wasn’t unbearable. There hadn’t been a cloud in the sky for months. And we had tickets to a soccer game.
A little bubble of bouncy joy surrounded me that morning. The three cups of coffee I’d downed might have had something to do with that.
I pounced on the bed. “Rise and shine!”
Hector clutched the pillow to his ears and shut his eyes tight.
“Time to get up, Papi. If you wait much longer, there won’t be any coffee left.”
“Jog first, then coffee,” h
e muttered.
“Blow job, jog, then coffee, Sir?”
He let go of the pillow. “I spoil you.”
The sheet tented promisingly below his waist. I pulled it back, unveiling that fat cock I loved to worship. “Yes, you do, Sir. Thank you.” Getting on my knees, I considered for a moment what kind of blow job I’d give him.
He grasped my hair and shoved his cock into my mouth. All I could do was breathe through my nose and relax my throat while he held me there. “I set the pace, not you, Boy.” He let go of my hair.
Resting my head on his hip, I drew the head of his cock into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it.
He settled back on his pillow, one arm behind his head, the other stroking my hair. “Much better.”
Maybe it was for him, but I was just getting into it when he pulled his cock out of my mouth. “That’s enough for now. If you’re very good today, I’ll let you suck me some more.” He groaned as he got out of bed. “I bought you a jockstrap. I want you to wear it while we’re jogging from now on.”
“Don’t you like my balls sore, Sir? They get so tender after the third mile.” I was joking, but apparently he wasn’t.
“Every morning we go out, there seem to be more men jogging along with us. I’m tired of you putting on a show for them with your dick bouncing around like some go-go boy. Put this on.” The jockstrap he handed me was padded and stiff. Still, I had to admit that the white bands under my ass cheeks and across the small of my back framed my butt up nicely. It even made the slinky fabric of my running shorts feel better against my bare skin.
Wanting to keep his mood in a good place, I plopped into Hector’s lap and kissed his cheek. “Thank you for the protection, Papi. It’s like having your hand over my cock.”
He gave me a grudging smile.
“When we get back from running, I’m going to make you a big poppa bear breakfast.” My fingers slid under his T-shirt to play with his chest hair while I kissed his cheek. “Chicken-fried steak, biscuits, cheesy grits, and bacon--”
“I’m going to have to run twenty miles to work that off.” He still sounded gruff.
I gave him the big blue eyes treatment. “I’ll give you half a grapefruit with it. That totally makes it a healthy, balanced meal.”
Hector chuckled. “You nut. Come on. The sooner we start, the sooner I can eat.” He nuzzled my neck and made growly noises. “I’m getting hungry.”
“I have an idea. Let’s phase down to the beach and run on the path there. I’ll bet it’s nice this time of the morning. Not too crowded.” The last thing I wanted to do was put Hector in a bad mood again.
“Are you making gravy, too, Boy?”
“Can’t eat chicken-fried steak and biscuits without it.”
He groaned. “I can feel my arteries hardening already. You keep feeding me like that and I’ll be a fat poppa bear.”
“More to love.”
He pushed me off his lap and smacked my butt. “Sassy little brat.”
***
After our brunch, Hector seemed to be in a better mood. He sat on the back porch and did a crossword puzzle while I worked on my herb garden.
Before I even moved in with Hector, he tore up part of the scraggly lawn in his back yard and gave it to me to plant. That was one of the best gifts ever. Being a witch and a farm boy, digging in the soil was more than a chore for me. It was a meditation that gave me strength. It wasn’t like the power I got from being a God. It fed my witch side.
I heard the screen door next door slam. Angelena, the Goddess of Traffic, ambled across her back yard. Even out of her cop uniform, she was an imposing figure, with sharp, gray eyes and spiky, black hair. Of all the Gods we knew, she was my favorite. Kind of a big sister, only not as much of a pain in the ass as my real sister, Linda.
She stood next to the low, cinderblock wall that separated the yards and watered a stand of bright orange canna lilies. “Hey, Hector, once slave boy is finished over there, why don’t you send him over to mow my lawn?”
I stuck out my tongue at her. Her shoulder dipped down as she smiled and sprayed my face with water. Did I say Angelena wasn’t as much of a pain in the ass as Linda? Maybe I was wrong.
Hector laughed as I shook the spray from my loose, black curls like a dog escaping the bath. Beads of water staggered down my bare chest.
“Say the word, Goddess, and he’s yours to command. But we have tickets to the soccer game tonight, so I need him back eventually,” Hector said.
Angelena turned off her hose and stepped over the wall into our back yard. “I might take you up on that, Hector. Your back yard looks great. Mine looks like a vacant lot.”
“That’s all Sam’s doing.” Hector said. “My yard used to look worse than yours. He put in this brick patio and the grill, seeded a new lawn, and put in all the plants.”
Angelena sat down on a chair next to Hector in the shade of the back porch. She propped her heels up on the railing. The soles of her blue flip-flops were caked with mud. “You should have Sam cut back that cypress hedge along your driveway,” she said.
We all looked at the tall, unkempt row of evergreens that hid the old house beyond it. Once upon a time, but not long enough ago, Marcus, the God of Fear and my psycho ex-Master, used to live there. It still gave me the creeps.
I turned my back to it. “For all we know, there’s a new God of Fear, and he, or she, is living there now but laying low.”
“How does that work?” Angelena asked. “I mean, I know I was an ordinary human being, and then suddenly, I became a Goddess. How?”
My mouth dropped open. “You mean you really don’t know?”
“I wasn’t raised in the faith like you were, Sam.”
How to explain something like that? “It’s like, there’s God power, and when the old God passes away, it sort of merges souls or something with the best candidate for the position. For new Gods, a critical mass of worship comes together and it seeks… I’m not explaining this well.”
“How does it find the best person, Sam?” Hector asked. “Do you have something to do with it?”
I chewed on my bottom lip. “I don’t know. It’s like I see people, and maybe it’s because I’m a witch and can see auras or because I was brought up in the faith, but I recognize a lot of Gods before they come to their powers. Once I recognize them, they seem to come to their powers right away, but I’m not saying I have anything to do with it. Maybe free God power follows me around. Maybe it uses me as a divining rod. Maybe it’s just coincidence.”
“Or maybe you decide,” Hector said quietly.
“I do not.” I kicked a clump of weeds. “We aren’t even sure that Marcus is dead. He could still be living there, you know, like a vampire or a ghoul.”
Angelena made a face. “All the more reason to chop that barrier down, Sam. Nothing breeds fear like the unknown.”
My gaze shifted to Hector. Silently, I pleaded with him to spare me from touching that hedge. Every time I got close to it, it felt as if I were suffocating.
“Maybe a different God will take it over if we make it look more inviting,” Angelena said.
Sure, but which one would want to live in a dark, forbidding house tainted by such bad karma? I preferred that the house disappear entirely.
“So, you’re going to a soccer game tonight?” Angelena asked Hector. I sent a little wave of power to her as my thanks for changing the subject. She winked at me.
“My boss gave me the tickets as a reward for beating my sales quota on drill bits. The tickets are box seats. Plenty of room for one or two more if you’d like to come along,” Hector told her. “And they’re doing a fireworks show right after the game to celebrate Independence Day.”
“Box seats? Fancy. Who else is going?”
“Sam’s friends Brett and Joey, and Ophir and at least one of his boys.”
Angelena took her feet off the railing. “Ophir? I never figured him for a sports fan. He seems more the fussy professorial type.”
“Ophir played soccer -- he calls it football -- for his national under-twenty team, and played for Cambridge when he was a student there,” Hector said.
