Bound Gods #11 excerpt (Patreon)

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A furred hand caressed Kaleb from cheek to shoulder. A hazy image of the bull god hovered over him.

“He's awake.”

Kaleb knew the voice.

Wren.

A gentle touch brushed over Kaleb's lips.

Aaron.

The warmth surrounding Kaleb lapped over his shoulders and teased his nipples. Any tickle of pleasure sounded off with an ache.

Sounds trickled in, the scent of cinnamon, water, and wet stone. A sweeter flavor followed, ambrosia, different sources.

Kaleb blinked clearing away the blur. Even his eyes ached.

Aaron's face blocked out Taurus. His one blue eye sparkled.

Kaleb tried to lift an arm but couldn't pull it from the weight of water sliding over his body.

Strong hands shifted Kaleb into a sitting position and he found himself floating with his head resting on Aaron's shoulder and other Doxies supporting his weight. Sponges moved over his body, soap left mint-scented bubbles across his skin.

“How do you feel?” Wren pushed back some of Kaleb's hair.

Kaleb had to think about it. That was a mistake. Once he paid attention to his body the aches and burns intensified. He scrunched up his face and bit back a cry.

“Here is some salve.” It was Malum. He set a basket by the pool.

A warm pool.

Water.

A bath.

Kaleb was no longer in the chamber with all the gods and Doxies, now he was...

Puddles of dark water formed potholes across the massive space. Steam billowed from the surface. Gods occupied some of the pools, but most were empty.

Exotic faces and nearly inhuman eyes flicked in Kaleb's direction. His skin tightened and his hole ached. The one with dark hair had sharp teeth. How did Kaleb know that? He touched his bottom lip. The one with red skin had a cock ridged with boney lines. A deep throb beat against Kaleb's prostate.

“The salve will make you feel better.”

Kaleb recognized the dark-skinned boy but couldn't remember his name.

No. It wasn't that he couldn't remember he'd never been told. Kaleb hadn't had time to ask before...

Kaleb clenched his eyes shut and slumped. The faded sensations of hands, mouths and tongues brightened. The gods had fucked him. One after the other. As soon as one man pumped cum into his ass another took his place. Kaleb's vocal chords stung. He swallowed several times but that only awakened the memory of being choked on dick. Hungry for it, starving, his body screaming for more while he begged for them to stop.

God, he wanted to hate them. All of them. But the deep fever coursing through him, the perpetual drain of life, had lessened into a veil of exhaustion. Normal exhaustion no different than the hundreds of times he'd experienced when Leo had used Kaleb to his limit.

Kaleb took a breath and forced himself to open his eyes. No one watched him with any kind of judgment, only concern and maybe...love?

Aaron definitely but the other Doxies? He didn't know them well enough yet...

Stop lying. Stop lying to yourself because you're the only one foolish enough to believe it.

They were Doxies after all, like him, like Aaron. And how quickly had Aaron loved Kaleb? It was then Kaleb realized what he thought had been love at first sight, had simply been the love of another Doxie. Although his feelings for Aaron weighed more, he couldn't deny the calm spreading through him when the other boys were near, touching, or placing chaste kisses on his cheek.

Taurus climbed from the pool, wet fur a shade closer to black than red. “You will be okay now, Kaleb. We'll tend to you every day if need be.”

Every day?

Wren giggled. “I've never seen anyone turn that red.” The other Doxies joined in and in spite of himself, Kaleb found himself smiling.

“We have things to discuss.” Malum joined Taurus. “When you're done bathing, Wren and Aaron will bring you back to Taurus's room.”

Kaleb didn't even get a chance to protest before the gods were gone.

Aaron watched them with a furrowed brow. The other Doxies exchanged quick glances. The perpetual happiness they radiated cracked for a moment.

“Did something happen?” Had Kaleb made one of them sick or worse?

“God business.” Said the curly-headed boy. “We're not supposed to worry about it.”

Wren cocked his mouth to the side. “So what have you heard?”

The boys moved closer together. One of them glanced in the direction of the gods lounging in the pool. “They aren't paying attention, so make it quick.”