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The Defilement of Deimos

A young man slinked around silently. 'Why?' He thought. 'It's hardly fair.'
He was Deimos, a juvenile by Olympian standards. Being the son of the God of
War could have it's perks, but the downside was he was being sheltered from
things. Things he longed to know about. Like what happened in this room,
where he now stood, that caused such sounds to scream from between the
cracks of the door. It seemed a simple enough room, with a mirror and a bed,
but it was not where Ares slept nor where he entertained his feminine
companions.

"Poor, innocent fool." A strong male voice chuckled from behind him. Turning
around he saw the most beautiful man to ever cross his eyes. It was obvious,
by the golden aura, that Apollo stood before him. "Dear child," he clicked
his tongue in a mock disgust. He approached and traced his hand along the
young god's cheek. "It's clear why Ares has been saving you."

"Saving me?" He choked. There was a look in Apollo's eyes he had never seen
before.

Deimos had long blonde hair, a trait inherited from his mother, and a pale
porceline quality to his flesh that had sparked interest in the Golden One.
"Have you never been touched?" He found his innocence compelling.

"Father," he stuttered, "touches me, sometimes."

Apollo laughed, "No, what I meant was," his palm clamped tightly around the
leather that protected Deimos' crotch. "Have you ever been touched, this
way."

There was panic in the young god's voice. "No." What did Apollo want with
him?

"Good, well it's time to learn." He shoved him back to the floor just before
the bed and removed the his own stiff member from the restricting leather.
"Suck it." He demanded grabbing Deimos by the hair. Fearful to not obey his
lips slid around Apollo's cock. He could feel it pulsating in his mouth and
froze, not quite knowing what to do. No bother, the Golden one placed both
hands on his head and guided him to where he wanted.

Deimos just patiently waited for it to be over. He still had no idea what
was going on, why this god was using him as a woman and why he took such
pleasure in doing so. He was scared more than anything. "Enough." He heard
him bellow as his mouth was ripped from it's intruder. He feared to weep,
and that's all he wanted. There was a flash of light and he realized he was
suddenly naked. Apollo was as well. He was radiant, yet intimidating.

"Get up there." Apollo scolded to the young god and forced him upon the
mattress. "Down." He took matters into his own hands and shoved him where he
wanted. He could wait no longer, hands on the young gods hips he forced
himself deep within the virgin entry.

For a brief moment Deimos was white-hot. If gods could feel pleasure, then
they could also feel pain, and he did. A wave spread across him as a flame
and he knew not what to do. This sort of pain was new and he could not
contain it. Tears welled up and as the Golden one plunged deep within him he
cried out as he never had before. "Yeah." Apollo moaned whenever Deimos
cried out, regardless of whether or not the young god was in pain. "So
gloriously tight." He sighed. Apollo allowed his fingers to tangle
themselves in Deimos' golden locks. "Just perfect hair. Just the way I like
it. Reminds me of fucking your mother." Deimos cringed as the god's moans
grew deeper.

Apollo arched his back, at the moment of reaching his pleasure when a strong
hand pulled him back and another clenched his cock harder than any crevice
ever could. Deimos scurried away, wiping the tears from his cheeks as his
father clenched the Golden god. "Nobody," Ares spat through his teeth. "I
mean, NOBODY comes in my son's ass but me."

Ares threw him back against the headboard, just so his head was upright and
straddled him. "Taking advantage of a boy. You're no better than your
father." Huddled on the floor Deimos reached for a dagger his father must
have dropped before interfering. Slowly he guided the dagger through his
mass of hair and sliced it off.

"What punishment would be suitable?" Ares asked. It was certain that Apollo
was uncomfortable with his neck tight against the backboard, but Ares liked
it that way. "I could fuck you raw, but you would like it too much." The war
god pulled his swollen cock out and shoved it violently into the golden
one's mouth. Apollo gagged. "Don't like that too much, do you?" Ares smiled
and thrust himself deeper into the god's throat. Harder, deeper, and faster
he moved, each time causing a muffled choking sound to emerge until all at
once it was over.

Apollo coughed white, and Ares sneered to him. "Don't fuck with my son." He
warned, wiping the small amount of remaining on his cock off on the gods
chest.

"It's not over, Ares."

The War God grinned maniacally, "Of course not. Next time I'll make you
swallow."