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September 19 - September 20, 2023
It was a bath with a large tub and toilet. And here I’d assumed gods never needed to piss.
The artist in him was wetting my canvas with the precursor to the paint I’d soon be covered in.
He’d already been the most beautiful man I’d ever seen—besides my own reflection—
“You are to make me beg and submit. You are to not let up until I plead and weep for the reprieve to spill my seed. You are to be the master. Understood?” Oh.
Tentacles, Exhibitionism, Restraint.
The dread was steadily growing, so much so, that I feared I might be sick. “Apollo…” “This time I’ll save you, Icarus.” He pushed me out of the chariot. I really should have expected more of the gods to be mad.
there was only one thing, one person I wished to see, for if any mortal could weather one of these gods as I had, I knew just the man. “Show me Dax.”
Another, and we kissed with a sharing of euphoria smoke. Another, and both the slide of my cock and tongue in his mouth brought the type of bliss only found in freedom. In wonderment. In love.
Dax might be the last courtesan of Olympus to ever walk these halls again. That alone made me proud to be the first.

