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  Narcissus strained against the Nereid’s embrace, desperate to escape, yet just as desperate for the other male to dominate him. What the fuck has he done to me? What am I doing? No one rules me! “I’m the son of Zeus, thereby a half-god.”

  Getting to his feet, the Nereid laughed. He lifted Narcissus, cradling him in his arms as he would a babe. “Oh, Hera made sure I knew all the sordid details of your conception. She bargained with me to kill you.”

  “K-k-kill me? But why?”

  “Come now, Narcissus. You’re an affront to the queen of the gods. How do you think she feels having to face her husband’s many by-blows at every turn?”

  Narcissus began to cry. People loved him. No one had ever disliked him enough to want to hurt him. Was it his fault Zeus couldn’t keep his godly cock in his robes? “It’s not my fault… or my mother’s. How could a human woman say no to a god?”

  Eleiades shrugged, idly plucking and thumbing Narcissus’ nipples as he answered. “Boy, haven’t you learned the gods don’t have to be reasonable?”

  Narcissus shook his head. “I’m only thirty-one.”

  “Well, I’m thirty-one thousand, and until today I’ve never seen someone come so daintily, yet lustily as you.” His frosted silver eyes grew warm as he locked gazes with Narcissus. “For someone as long-lived as I, novelty is rare and very hard to come by. Since you’re only half-human and I only half hate you, I’ve decided I’m not going to kill you.”

  Relief had Narcissus sagging in the bigger male’s lap. “Thank the gods for that. I’ll go home now…”

  Eleiades threw back his head, roaring with laughter.

  Narcissus took offense. “What’s so funny?”

  “You are! You’re not going home, little tidbit. Do you know how hard it is to trap a human? How long between fucks it’s been for me? I have need for these pretty nipples of yours.”

  Narcissus’ eyes grew huge. The massive organ pressed along his body from groin to chest scared the hell out of him. His heart stuttered. The thought of having that monster trying to invade his ass… “No.”

  “Centuries. Eons. Too damned fucking long.” The Nereid smiled down on Narcissus, his silver eyes fond and cruel at the same time.

  “I wasn’t talking about how long you’ve been celibate. I mean, no, you can’t possibly think you’ll fit inside me.”

  A long cool finger slid down his body from nipple to the down-like cloud of red swirls surrounding his cock. Narcissus stilled in the Nereid’s relentless hold. Nerves fluttered in his belly like a bevy of butterflies as the Nereid’s gruff voice rumbled against his ear.

  “I’m about to break a couple thousand years’ fast in your sweet little ass so you’d better hope I fit. Either way, you’ll accommodate me.”

  Narcissus gulped. Fear added an erotic spice he’d never anticipated as his cock rose anew at Eleiades’ threat. His nipples beaded with the sharpest desire he’d ever experienced. Terror was definitely part of what he felt, but there was also a dark, unfathomable urge to lay back and spread his thighs -- present his vulnerable ass to the behemoth male. He wavered between begging for Eleiades’ inhuman cock and begging for mercy.

  Fear won out. “Please don’t do that. You’re too big. You’ll rip me apart.”

  “True, but you’re half god. You’ll heal. Over and over again… my perfect little fuck toy.” Eleiades bent and brushed his mouth against Narcissus’ trembling lips, the kiss confusing in its gentleness. He pulled back and the younger man saw his pointed tongue swipe over his full lips as if savoring the taste of terror he’d gathered from Narcissus’ hapless mouth. “Trust me, baby… you’re gonna love what I do to you. First, I’ll make you scream. Then I’ll make you scream with pleasure.” He swung his head left and right.

  Confused at this, Narcissus asked, “What are you looking for?”

  “A sturdy limb so I can whip your ass before I fuck it.”

  Trembling, frightened and not knowing what else to do, Narcissus curled deeper into the Nereid’s embrace. “Why would you hurt me?”

  The Nereid paused in his search for a good switch. “My beloved boy, you brought this upon yourself. Your actions in the towns and cities drew the gods’ attention. That is never wise.”

  Narcissus shifted for a better position. Tucked high against his captor’s side, his right arm had grown numb. He pulled it from beneath Eleiades’ elbow and raised both arms, wrapping them around the bull neck of the giant sprite. “What did I do that was so bad?”

  When it seemed Eleiades wouldn’t answer, he nudged the brawny sprite under the chin with the top of his head, much as a cat butts his head against an ankle seeking attention. “Please. I really do want to know.”

  “Oh, you are so sweetly innocent. I must kiss you! I have to taste that sugary naiveté.” Suiting actions to words, Eleiades’ hand captured Narcissus’ chin, holding him still as he took his lips, his tongue aggressively demanding entrance. He ate at his mouth as though starving.

  Narcissus tightened his arms and clung to Eleiades’ neck, his fingers finding their way to the long silver hair at the Nereid’s nape while he surrendered to the lusty plundering. He groaned into the larger man’s mouth, body melting like wet sugar while his unruly cock jerked into another full-blown erection.

  He trembled. Oh god, the sprite tasted of power and sex, domination and sweet, dark temptation. Never one to deny himself, Narcissus shivered in Eleiades’ grip, admitting he wanted what the Nereid offered. He craved the attention the sprite poured on him. No one had ever taken the initiative with him before.

  When the sprite released his mouth, Narcissus’ head rolled limply on a meaty forearm. Dizzy with arousal, he swept his bottom lip with a lazy tongue, tasting the residue of the salty brine of the river sprite’s saliva. Hungry in more ways than one, he wondered what the Nereid’s spunk tasted like. “I’ll suck your cock if you like.”

  The sprite kept turning his head, glancing about. When he answered, he didn’t bother to look at Narcissus. “Well, of course. That’s a given. We’ll get to it as soon as I find that switch.”

  His heart doing a somersault of dread, Narcissus had to ask, already fearing the answer. “Why do you still need a switch when I’m not fighting you? I won’t fight you.”

  Eleiades hugged the slighter man to his chest. “I know you won’t. Not now, anyway. Fighting wouldn’t do you a bit of good, if you tried. In fact, some day I might order you to fight me just to add to my fun.”

  He sighed and stopped his circular wandering. Placing Narcissus on his feet, he clasped the youth’s shoulders in his beefy hands. “Heed me well, boy. Before today, you never gave a thought to anyone other than yourself. Your love was hoarded, selfishly kept for the reflection in still water -- the image in the polished steel. From now on and for the rest of your long life, this is all about me, not about you.

  “You’ve done nothing wrong… and nothing right. The whipping is for my pleasure. I plan to redden your ass as you suck my cock. Your tears falling in my pubic hair will bring a special joy to me. When you have pleased me enough, I might allow you to come.”

  Sad tears flowed from Narcissus’ eyes as he listened to the Nereid upbraid him. He’d never thought of himself as greedy for love. Had he indeed been so selfish? “I never meant to be so… so introverted. No one had time for me. I had no playmates since Mother was too frightened Hera would sneak someone into the household to kill us. She spends all her time primping and waiting on Zeus to visit, and none of her time with me.”

  Eleiades rubbed his back in soothing circular motions. “It’s not your fault, boy. No one taught you better. But self-absorption is hubris and punishable by the gods. I’m your punishment. Lucky for you, I have enough clout to change the scenario Hera planned.” He winked. “Also lucky for you, I happen to love fragile redheads with big cocks, firm thighs, pouty little nipples and tight asses. Now stop whining and help me find your switch.”

  Not long later, Narcissus held up a slender willow bra
nch with leaves still attached. “Will this do?”

  Eleiades took the offering from him, weighing it on his palm, slapping the broad surface with it once, and then again. He cocked his eyebrow at the eager young sapling standing before him, his body straining toward him, visibly begging for the punishment to begin.

  “It’s a good length, sap still running through it so it won’t easily break.” He eyed the young man again. “These leaves are going to sting.” His mouth turned up in a cruel approving grin and he crooned. “Perfect.”

  The smile fell off his face, replaced by a stern frown. Looking down on Narcissus, he snarled. “Uppity slave, you must always clasp hands behind your back when you stand before me.”

  Cock aching, balls so tight they burned in their sac, he watched the young man hurriedly bring his hands into position while toeing off his hemp sandals. There, in the bright sunlit glade, Narcissus stood proud and erect, his body straight with shoulders back.

  Well, we’ll just have to fix that…

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  The ending of a sequence

  Whack!

  “You don’t stand before me like an equal, young slut!”

  Narcissus jumped, probably more at the sound than at the pain of the switch landing on his left shoulder. His puzzled gaze flew to the face of the Nereid looming over him.

  Lovely fear shone up at Eleiades from those lilac eyes and he bit back a grin. He was going to enjoy this…

  Whack! Whack!

  “Get your eyes down, forward thing!”

  The next blows landed against those tender nipples, the sharp-edged leaves having to sting and burn the sensitive tips and the soft surrounding flesh. When Narcissus moaned under the lashing, the Nereid felt a strumming jolt all the way to the tip of his uncut cock. This boy’s pained pleasure, his total submission, had his root so hard he feared he’d spill before ever getting up that tight most assuredly virgin ass. That would be a pity.

  Whack! Whack! Whack!

  “Get your hands higher, your feet farther apart. Let me see those balls hanging free!”

  Eleiades sent the branch slashing across his pale abdomen, leaving pink streaks. Narcissus quickly obeyed, pulse visibly pounding like a metronome at the base of his throat.

  Grunting, the water nymph laid on a flurry of strikes, watching his new sub’s less than subtle reactions. The young man was a natural… rising to the lash like a slave well trained to a master’s need. His expression was priceless -- seesawing between pain and pleasure -- cheeks gone white with hot agony, cock standing firm, the flesh glowing a reddened haze of bliss.

  Just as he raised his hand to bring the branch down on the smooth skin of his back, a quickly suppressed thought passed the young man’s mind.

  What will it feel like when he applies the switch to my balls? Can I bear the pain without screaming? Can I withstand the following pleasure without climaxing?

  “Why you little whore! I heard those nasty thoughts.” Eleiades grinned. Leaning closer to Narcissus, the Nereid held his gaze as he trailed the stick between his captive’s legs, brushing the leaves over his balls in a soft, deliberate pass made threatening by all that had gone before. “I was going to bypass whipping your cock and testicles this first time, but since you’ve begged so sweetly…”

  He backed up, expression gone hard. “Hands to the small of your back. Spread your legs and tilt your pelvis. Present that greedy cock to me.”

  Tears leaking from his closed eyes, Narcissus held his breath as he obeyed his new master. Knees quaking, nerves jumping in his belly, he positioned his body for the coming punishment, too aroused to control the leakage of his cock. Ashamed, he kept his head bowed, refusing to gaze at his cock, knowing it strained heavenward, seed spilling from the head in a slippery white flow.

  “You’re crying, boy. Why?”

  He had to try twice before answering. “I don’t know, sir.”

  Eleiades swung the branch, targeting both cock and balls.

  “Arrghh!” Panting from the explosion of pain, Narcissus fought not to unclasp his hands, bend from the waist and cradle his burning balls. He hissed through his teeth, trying to ride out the sensation of a horde of fire ants eating at his flesh, stinging and… and… oh my gods! The pleasure!

  “I know why you’re crying. Would you like me to tell you?”

  “Y-y-yes, pu-please.” The tears were flowing now, raining down Narcissus’ face as his entire body spasmed, every inch of him responding to the relentless ecstasy chasing after the pain.

  “I’ve broken your self-absorption. For the first time in your life, you wish to please someone other than yourself. You wish to please me.”

  Whack!

  “By the gods!” Narcissus convulsed, sobs erupting from his chest. He couldn’t hold them in… couldn’t contain the searing sensations tearing him apart and recreating him into another being entirely. He fell to his knees, legs giving way as he rode the pleasure piggybacked on the pain, a new vista of emotions sweeping his thoughts into blurred, white-hot disarray.

  He knew Eleiades spoke the truth. Though he burned, he ached and he shook, nothing -- no sexual act or expression of love -- had ever before impacted on his lonely, longing soul. With the Nereid, he’d discovered what was missing, learned he needed this extreme brand of stimulation, craved the being whose actions had led him to this dark watershed of change.

  Gasping, Narcissus crawled to Eleiades, crowded against his legs. Bending low, exposing his bowed back to the lashes of the willow limb, he sobbed, unashamed of the tears of thankfulness falling as he clumsily pressed kisses to the water sprite’s feet, hands still held rigid in the small of his back.

  The Nereid placed one strong hand beneath Narcissus’ chin, lifted his face and stroked his hair back from his brow. “Loved one, you fear your desire to yield yourself totally into my hands, yet you truly want nothing more.”

  Narcissus moaned as Eleiades bent, his open mouth brushing kiss after kiss on his sweat-sheened face. Strong right hand cupping Narcissus’ trembling jaw, the sprite tugged the other man’s head toward the towering cock rising from his massive thighs. Like a babe desperate to suckle, Narcissus latched onto the thick organ, pulling the cool length into the hot cave of his mouth.

  “Yes, baby,” Eleiades crooned, rocking his hips slightly back and forth, “yes, honey-lamb. Suck me, but remember… remain on your knees -- hands behind you. Only your lips and tongue may touch my cock.”

  Narcissus gave a broken sob, chest rising on the deep sigh he drew in as the tension drained from his body, leaving him a small measure of peace. He felt so calm, so anchored, his mouth stretched wide around the massive organ that smoothly shuttled back and forth. The salty taste of the Nereid’s penis flooded his mouth with the briny flavor of the sea and he prodded with his tongue around the loose foreskin, prying the tip under the sensitive flange.

  “Ahh! Yes… yes… push the tip of your tongue into my slit. Gently, slut! Slowly… feel me fucking your mouth.” Eleiades’ hands came up and cradled the young man’s head in his palms, fingers digging into the hair at his nape as he masterfully guided the depth of each inward thrust, determining just how much cock Narcissus was allowed to have.

  Oysters dipped in the spicy sauce of a sea nymph’s sperm. That’s what Eleiades tasted of, Narcissus decided, rubbing the bulging vein running along the underside of the inhuman cock with his flattened tongue, contentedly milking the fat pole.

  “Narcissus, have you forgotten that I plan to whip you as you suckle my cock?”

  He hadn’t forgotten, but he shivered in dread that his body had reached overload. He feared he’d come with the first strike, shaming himself and angering his new master.

  “Please…” And then he could find nothing else to say, just that. Just please… Please don’t be angry with me. Don’t punish me anymore… punish me more…

  “Place your hands on your ass and pull your cheeks apart. Hold them open as if you wanted me to see your tight little pucker. Yes
, like that. Now, do not stop fucking me with your mouth. I shall be very angry if you stop or if you come before I give you permission.”

  Squirming on his knees, Narcissus reached back and stretched his ass as far apart as he could manage, until the skin threatened to rend between his stiff fingers. Feeling owned, utterly possessed, he knelt at his master’s feet, willingly exposing his most intimate flesh.

  “How you glow, youngling. Your passion lights this noonday brighter than Apollo’s chariot of fire.”

  The feel of the sprite’s hand on his nape broke him and Narcissus wept, face becoming wet with tears as he continued to bob his head up and down the long length of Eleiades’ cock. As the sprite had prophesied, his tears dripped into the taller male’s coarse pubic hair.

  When it came, Narcissus welcomed the smart of the leafy switch. The stinging gave a reason for his crying. His lips tightened on the proud flesh, cheeks hollowed as he applied his strongest suction, all the while offering up his pain, his tears as a gift to the Nereid.

  “Enough!” A rough hand tangled in his fiery curls, yanking his head away from the bobbing cock riding between the Nereid’s thighs. “I don’t want to come in your mouth this first time. I plan to be buried in that tight, virgin ass of yours.”

  Narcissus shivered in fear… in excitement… in submission. There was a certain peace in knowing his wishes didn’t matter. No matter what he wanted, his master would take him any way he wished; fuck his mouth or his ass on a whim.

  Narcissus -- the muscles surrounding his anus cringing at the thought of accepting that colossal cock up his back entry -- feared he might not survive Eleiades’ carnal conquest. The sprite was a demigod; his physique and sexual organ far surpassing a mortal’s in size and power.

  Narcissus swallowed his trepidation. He wanted this, wanted to belong to the only person ever to see him as a person in his own right, not as Zeus’ son or Hera’s shame. Yes, it was going to hurt… but not, say… as much as having your liver plucked daily and eaten by eagles. His cock reared high and tense between his wide-spread thighs -- a stone column of lust that even Medusa’s stare couldn’t have hardened more as he leaned his head into the Nereid’s thigh and begged, “Please! Please, Eleiades… master! Fuck me and make me yours.”