Phallos Hippikos: A Moral Tale

by Kagamino Kage (鏡乃 影)
illustrated by tongari

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Ah, public schooling.

The most marvelous invention of the modern era. A veritable deluge of supple young flesh, of sweet-faced girls with breasts like just-ripened fruits, of lithe young boys strutting about with all the endearing awkwardness of newborn deer. Like fresh peaches just waiting to be plucked, pink-tinged with the ardor and vitality of youth.

The perfect hunting grounds. Hol cursed that he was not here to hunt.

“That one,” said Hol’s companion, pointing. The students milled about them, having just been released from their dull prison of learning for the day, oblivious to the presence of the two demons. “I’ve been haunting his dreams for over a month. I haven’t touched his real body yet – I want to savor him little by little. Even though it’s only his dreams, his reactions are… Mmm…” The incubus (and sometime succubus) sighed, his eyes fluttering closed as he contemplated his sordid memories.

Liderc was so easily distracted.

“Yes, yes,” said Hol irritably, snapping his fingers to draw the man’s attention back to the issue at hand, “that’s all well and good, but…”

Hol crossed his arms over his chest, looking the boy in question over. He was standing and talking with a pretty little female classmate, a bright smile and a lovely flush on his face. The djinni could smell the girl’s arousal from ten feet away. He couldn’t fault her for taste – the boy had all the delicate beauty of a porcelain doll. Short and slender, with an almost feminine curve to his hips, bright white skin and pale blond hair, and the largest, bluest eyes Hol had ever seen – and oh, that mouth was positively cherubic. Small, pink, and bow-shaped, the sort of mouth that simply begged for teeth and rough treatment. A gorgeous specimen, no doubt.

The boy reminded Hol, in fact, of his master’s original form; a little more delicate, perhaps, but the effect was quite similar. The idea of his master wearing this boy’s likeness was admittedly appealing. The problem, however…

“He’s a child,” said Hol. “How old is he, fourteen?”

“Fifteen.”

Hol rubbed the bridge of his nose. “This could present some problems.”

“Look,” said Liderc, lips pursing. “I am forgoing a meal tonight simply for your sake. Debt or no, you could at least show a little appreciation.” He swept his long pale hair behind him and gave Hol a toothy smile, gesturing widely with one hand. “If you don’t like him, you can go and steal your own.”

“I can’t. There isn’t enough time to find a suitable one and get it alone long enough to replicate it.”

Or, you could – and this is just a wild suggestion, mind – you could simply crush the soul inside and take the body, like any sensible creature would?”

“I told you, I can’t,” Hol growled. “The stupid brat doesn’t like killing. ‘No, Hol, killing is wrong, Hol, you’ll have to find another way, Hol.'”

“Whipped,” Liderc sneered. “Whipped and leashed. You’re off your game. Your master is dead. If you had any sense you’d let him stay that way, and then you’d be free.”

“Until the marid found me, and then I’d be better off dead myself. As long as the contract stands, they can’t touch me.” Hol grimaced. “You try enduring their constant tender care for three centuries. You’d be ‘off your game’ as well, I’d wager.”

“Whipped,” Liderc repeated, “and leashed. You’re pathetic. Well, whatever you want. It’s not my dignity at stake. Do you want to use my boy or not?”

Hol sighed heavily. “It’s not as if I have much choice, is it? Let’s go.”

~*~
“I know what you did. I know. I haven’t told anyone, no, and I won’t, but you’ll see. You’ll see what happens to those who don’t pay no never-mind to the horse’s head raving in the dark.”

Oh, that terrible leering grin with its great protruding teeth, cutting a horrible yellowed crescent on the snout of that elongated face, loose lips twitching in an absurd mockery of human expression – that wild whinny of contemptuous mirth! They snapped, those teeth, so big and strong and sharp they could crunch right through bone, they snapped closer and closer, hot breath sour and stinking as it washed over his face, crunch, crunch, crunch –

Kay’s own thin scream, a voice he did not recognize, jolted him awake. He tried to push himself up, but his arms slipped on the slick surface beneath him, too weak to support his weight. His heart battered against his ribs. He couldn’t seem to move his limbs properly.

Where was he?

He gulped at the air, trying to calm himself. A faint scent of disinfectant clung in his nose and mouth. Squinting through the blur of sleep, he made out the dull, pastel patterns on the wallpaper, the cheap furniture filling the small room. Soft warmth encased him; a bed, fluffy covers.

Motel room.

A clock on the nightstand blinked 2:24am.

Kay’s body slowly relaxed, his chest aching. What had happened? Why was he in a strange motel in the middle of the night? Where was Hol? His mind was fuzzy. He couldn’t think. He remembered blood – gushing out in what seemed like bucketfuls, congealing in the dirt. Had that been a dream?

Clumsily he extracted his hand from under the covers to rub at his sleep-sticky eyes. He froze, his stomach lurching unpleasantly.

This hand… It wasn’t his.

This wasn’t his body.

Had… Had he died? He must have. But how? Everything was disjointed in his head, and he couldn’t separate dream from memory.

Where was Hol?

“Hol?” Kay called out, and then jolted at the unfamiliar, silvery-sweet sound of his own voice. There was no answer.

Worry gnawed at him. The djinni had always been with him before whenever this happened. Why wasn’t he here? Could Hol have been…?

But a djinni was a lot harder to destroy than a human; and Kay was here, alive and more or less well, which meant that Hol had done his job, and thus couldn’t have been hurt but so very badly.

Kay swallowed his worry and decided to be angry instead. The stupid djinni was supposed to be here. Kay had woken up with every nerve screaming in remembered mortal terror with no one to tell him everything was all right, you’re safe now, stop trying to fling yourself out of bed stupid, you’ll break your neck. How could he? Kay sniffed. His djinni had better have a good explanation.

Not to mention the fact that this was a really cheap looking motel. Hol could have done better. Kay really hoped these sheets were clean.

Lifting his hand back up, he flexed his new fingers experimentally. It was quite a change. He’d last had the largish but elegant hands of a man in his late twenties, strong and long-fingered, like pianist’s. These were very small and delicate, almost girlish, the fingernails perfect little pink-tinged ovals of mother-of-pearl.

A sudden, horrible suspicion took him. He dropped his hand to his chest, patting it frantically. Finding it appropriately flat, he reached down and clutched between his legs.

Kay breathed a sigh of relief. Yes, all the proper bits were in place. He really would have had to kill Hol if the djinni had made him a girl.

He struggled up to a sitting position. Curiously, he made a few sounds just to hear his own voice, but felt too foolish to continue. It was bell-like, pleasant, but not very deep.

This body seemed rather small, as well. Kay was still suspicious. This body was definitely male, but just how young was it? He crawled to the end of the bed and then made his way over to the mirror on the far wall – an awkward affair, as he was weak and clumsy with his new limbs, and would be for several days at least.

As he came to face himself, his jaw dropped. Mesmerized, his gaze trailed over the sleek line of his own body, his delicate features and feathery-fine pale hair. He was… He was gorgeous.

But he was –

“Hol, you pervert!” Kay cried. “Why am I a kid?!” He clapped a hand to his forehead in exasperation, but used a little too much force. “Ow,” he muttered sheepishly.

No good. This was no good, he thought, staring at his reflection. No one would believe this was an adult. He wouldn’t be able to go anywhere on his own, wouldn’t be able to…

Be able to…

Damn, he really was gorgeous.

Kay shook his head to clear it, pulling himself away from the mirror. If he kept staring at himself like that he was going to get an erection – and while that might give him something to pass the time until his djinni showed up, he wasn’t about to be caught in such an embarrassing position.

He flopped back on the bed, turning on the television. There was nothing on, of course; it was nearly three in the morning. He settled on reruns of some old sitcom and let it play without really watching, just for sound to keep him company.

There was a coldness still left in his gut, a distant sense of horror he couldn’t shake. It was typical for the trauma of death to garble and distort a spirit’s last memories, but he couldn’t stand not knowing what had happened. He wished Hol would hurry and come.

After a few moments the brash sound of static startled him from his reverie. Interference streamed lines of fuzzy gray across the screen. Kay cocked his head to the side with a grunt of irritation. Bad signal?

Then the voice of the actor on stage began to distend in a most unnatural fashion, slowly becoming another voice entirely, and the picture went watery and unformed. The blurred face on the screen turned and looked straight out at Kay. It spoke:

“So, you’ve not become maggot-meat yet after all. How splendid.”

Kay’s heart lurched. The room seemed to tilt sideways as he watched the face reform itself: the cheekbones broadened and the features grew sharp and elegant, eyes tapering to a sleek almond shape. Its skin color slowly shifted to an oddly purple-tinted dusky tan. A wild mane of dark hair formed to crown the head, and two ivory horns curved out gently from its temples.

Suddenly, a bluish-silver light bubbled outward from the television screen. The head pushed through it and into the room, followed by a muscular bare torso and arms. Its wide mouth curved into a sharp, teeth-baring smile. “I take it I find you well?”

Kay, who had been holding his breath unwittingly, gasped at the air like a drowning man. “You know I hate it when you do that,” he said, holding a hand to his chest. “I thought – I thought the world had gone to jelly.”

“And a such pleasure to see you as well, O my master,” replied the djinni pleasantly, his voice deep and velvety. The rest of him emerged from the television as vague mist, which slowly coalesced into long legs covered in richly colored silks. Gold and gems glittered and tinkled all over his dusky skin. His eyes were a startlingly alien shade of blood-red. Overbearingly tall, his arms crossed over his broad chest, the djinni had the regal, expectant air of some beautiful barbarian king awaiting tribute.

“So,” Kay said. “Do you want to explain just why I’m in this body? I knew you were depraved, but this is ridiculous.”

Hol’s proud shoulders sagged just a little. “My master,” he sighed tiredly, “whatever could you possibly mean?”

“Well obviously, I’m a kid.”

Hol rubbed at the tension already forming in the back of his neck. “Considering the circumstances, you are lucky to have a body at all.”

“But did it have to be a kid?

Hol crooked an eyebrow. “I can think of no form that would better suit you,” he said. “But yes. It did. If not for an acquaintance in my debt, you wouldn’t have even that. You should count yourself lucky to be alive, my selfish master.”

Kay sulked. Hol took the moment of silence to properly study his master’s new body, his eyes trailing slowly over the expanse of smooth, naked flesh. His lips curled into a leering grin. “It does suit you, you know,” he drawled. “It suits you oh so very well.”

Kay shot him a glare and grabbed at the comforter, pulling it over his shoulders and covering himself. “Stop staring. It’s disgusting.” He resumed sulking. “Where were you, anyway? You were supposed to be here.”

“Where was I?” Hol echoed, his eyes narrowing. “Why, dear master, I must confess I had to leave you here or else I would have been late for tea with the archduke of Hell.”

Kay blinked. “What?”

Hol gave him a look of withering contempt. “If you must know, I was forced to retreat to the other plane to recover before I dissolved into the ethers. It took nearly all the power I had left to make that body and place you into it.”

“But!” Kay protested. “You never had to leave before!”

The djinni’s face abruptly twisted into a mask of rage. Diving forward, Hol grabbed a handful of Kay’s hair, yanking the boy’s face close. Kay yelped.

“I never had to leave before because I never almost died before, you silly human twit,” Hol hissed through his teeth. “I have been alive for over three millennia, and I nearly died yesterday for no other reason than your unfathomable, staggering stupidity!” He shook Kay slightly for emphasis.

Kay winced, swallowing thickly. “I,” he said. “Er. You.”

Hol’s lips pursed; he released Kay’s hair, smoothing it down and patting his head. “I see you are confused,” he said. Calmly, as if the sudden outburst had not occurred, he sat down next to Kay and encircled the boy’s shoulders with one arm, gesturing at the television with the other. “Allow me to illustrate with a story,” said Hol, “so that you might be fully illuminated.”

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Bemused, Kay leaned limply against the djinni. He was used to Hol’s moods, but they were still rather disconcerting.

“Like so.” Hol snapped his fingers.

The screen went white. Kay stared in bewilderment as two stick figures appeared upon it. The larger of the figures bore two little crudely drawn horns upon its head. Scrawled labels appeared above them: “The Wise and Noble Djinni, Most Honorable Hol” over the horned one, and “Foolish Master” over the other.

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“Um,” said Kay.

Hol shushed him, pressing a finger lightly to Kay’s lips. “You must listen carefully, dear master, for this is a tale with a moral,” he said. “You see, once in the not-so-distant past, an ancient, infinitely wise djinni –” here the horned figure bowed dramatically – “tried to warn his master not to meddle in the affairs of old gods. But, his foolish master, being foolish, insisted.”

The figure labeled “Foolish Master” began to bounce up and down in an excited fashion. “‘But I must have it!'” said Hol, pitching his voice in imitation of Kay. “‘I must!’ The unfortunate djinni’s master was, you must understand, no better than a common thief, and intended to steal a certain sacred staff from an old forgotten god’s temple. Though the djinni tried many times to warn his master against this -”

The “Foolish Master” trotted away from the horned figure. An ellipsis appeared above the little djinni’s head; then, with a reluctant air quite impressive for a mere stick figure, it followed.

“- it was all to no avail. Did his master believe himself invincible, with his powerful servant at his side? The djinni tried to explain that for all his admitted greatness, he was not the equal of an old god -”

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“- that this old god could, in fact, eat him alive and destroy his very essence in a most painful and agonizing manner.”

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“But the djinni’s master would still not listen to his warnings. Heedless of his own safety, or that of the poor, long-suffering servant forced to accompany him, he commenced with his plan to steal the rightful property of the old god.

“The god awoke, of course, and being most unappreciative of this attempt to emasculate his altar, was quite displeased with the intruders. In a show of selfless bravery, the djinni strove to protect his master from the god’s wrath, but alas –”

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“- his poor, idiot master was broken beyond repair. The djinni then had a moment of foolishness all his own, for instead of escaping immediately, as clearly would have been the wisest course, he hastened to retrieve his master’s spirit and rescue it from oblivion – or worse, being devoured by the god. Though he succeeded, he was gravely wounded in the process. The djinni barely escaped with his life –”

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“- but escape he did. Then, being the generous and devoted soul that he was, the djinni risked his own existence to restore his master, using the very last of his power to create a new vessel for his master’s spirit. But was his master thankful for his sacrifice? Of course not.” Bending his head down, Hol spoke softly into Kay’s ear. “For his master was a spoiled, ungrateful wretch, who, despite his seventy-odd years of life, was most eminently suited to the childlike form that he now wore.”

Kay looked away from the television and silently stared at the floor for a long moment.

“I was,” Kay said finally. “Um. I was just.”

“You were just…? Yes? Please, do continue.”

Kay felt his ears growing warm. “Worried,” he mumbled. “I thought – I couldn’t remember what happened, and you weren’t there, so I thought – that something might have happened to you.”

Hol stood up, rubbing his forehead in exasperation. “Something did happen to me. You happened to me. Because of you, I nearly died. Or did you not quite catch that part of the story?”

“Okay, fine,” Kay said, still staring at the floor. “Sorry. I – I’ll be more careful from now on.”

Hol’s eyes narrowed. “Liar,” he said smoothly, planting a hand on either side of Kay and leaning down close. “You’re not sorry, and you have no intention of using any greater caution than you ever have.”

Anger flushed Kay’s pale cheeks brightly. “You –” he sputtered, leaning away from the djinni. “What do you want from me?!”

A slow smirk spread across Hol’s face.

Kay felt an inexplicable pang of apprehension. “W-what?” he asked. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Hmm…” said Hol. He placed a finger beneath Kay’s chin, tilting the boy’s face up. “What do I want from you…? I wonder.”

And then Hol kissed him.

“Mmph!” Hol ignored the small fists hitting his shoulders and swallowed Kay’s cry of protest. Noting how conveniently open this cry left Kay’s mouth, Hol slipped his tongue between the boy’s lips, cradling the back of his head and holding him still.

The smoky scent of the djinni flooded Kay’s nose. Kay flailed blindly for a moment before grasping hold of the djinni’s horns, and then he shoved with all his (rather meager) strength. Hol allowed himself to be pushed back slightly.

“What is wrong with you?!” Kay gasped, pulling his blanket tightly around his neck so that his whole body was covered. “Stop it!”

Hol looked thoughtful. “Hmm… No,” he declared brightly, and bent back down to nibble his way up Kay’s jaw and to his ear. “No, I don’t think I will.”

“What – you – what do you mean, ‘no’?!” Kay demanded. “I’m ordering you to stop!”

“And I am refusing to follow that order. You see,” Hol spoke velvetly into Kay’s ear, feeling a curl of satisfaction at the shiver it elicited, “you can order me to stop, but until your spirit has recovered, you have no power to enforce that order, correct?”

Kay’s eyes widened. “You…”

A tongue flicked out, sneaking behind Kay’s ear. Hol’s fingers found their way inside Kay’s blanket, nails tracing over the delicate collarbone as he pulled the fabric away. Kay’s breath hitched, and, seeming to come out of a trance, he grabbed Hol’s wrist and turned on him.

“You wouldn’t dare!” he cried.

“Oh?” Hol nuzzled the slender neck beneath his lips and ran his hand down over Kay’s chest, heedless of Kay’s attempt to restrain him. The djinni’s hair was brushing against Kay’s shoulders and neck and it tickled madly. This body was far too sensitive for Kay’s peace of mind. “Wouldn’t I?” Hol murmured.

Kay froze, gaping stupidly. “You would – even though I’m telling you to stop – you would still – you – you’re horrible!

Hol paused; pulled back; stared for a moment. “My dear master,” he said incredulously, “what do you think I am?

“…Er,” said Kay.

“Do you think you are dealing with some sort of magical stuffed doll? A cuddly sweet pet to perform tricks for your convenience?”

“…Er,” said Kay again.

“Master, I am a demon. Perhaps you might recall that those beings of a demonic persuasion are not generally very concerned with what others do or do not want?”

“I,” said Kay. “But. Um.”

“And perhaps, just possibly, you might recall what happened upon our very first meeting?

“Urk,” croaked Kay.

Hol sighed deeply, rubbing the bridge of his nose. A slight ache was building in his temples. There was no appealing to the boy’s better sense. He didn’t have any.

“Well,” Hol said, “It’s fine if you don’t understand.” He picked Kay up, ignoring the subsequent squawk of protest, and deposited him down near the headboard, pinning the boy to the mattress with his weight. Hol smiled a very toothy smile. “I’ll simply have to teach you.”

Kay found he couldn’t turn his head away as Hol captured his lips again. The djinni had never refused his orders before – oh, he had gone through all manner of tricks and logical acrobatics in order to twist Kay’s instructions around to his liking, but he had never directly disobeyed them. Of course, normally it was, if not impossible, then at least very, very difficult for a djinni to disobey; a contract bound two souls together, one held in sway to the other.

A small, cold kernel of fear rooted in Kay’s belly. The tongue currently coaxing its way deeper and deeper into his mouth didn’t make it any easier to think. Nor did the teeth that kept nipping at his lips, or the hands that were currently exploring the new contours and crevices of his body as if mapping them out.

So it was that Kay was so preoccupied that he didn’t quite pay attention to the sound of rustling cloth, or the way Hol was pushing his hands above his head, and was quite surprised when he found his wrists bound together and tied to the headboard with Hol’s silk sash.

Kay let out a roar of incoherent rage – which morphed into a bleat of surprise as the djinni raised himself up and bodily flipped Kay over onto his stomach.

“Hol!” Kay growled, though his current voice was quite unsuited to growling and he didn’t sound very threatening at all. “Don’t think you can get away with this! When I have my power back, I’ll make you pay!”

“Master,” Hol murmured, lifting Kay’s hair to lick a line up the back of his neck, “I can honestly say that if I succeed in forcing you to comprehend your own vulnerability, it will be worth it.”

A scrape of teeth; Kay shuddered. “…what?” he mumbled, distracted.

“You are such a tender creature,” Hol sighed, trailing lips down the boy’s back. “You don’t seem to understand your situation. Your existence can be crushed so very easily. If not for the contract between us, I could rend you limb from limb and there is nothing your meager power could do to stop me. And I, my master, am far from the biggest fish in the sea.

“You tricked me into an unfavorable arrangement, and I became your asset. That sort of cleverness is itself a power in its own right…”

Kay felt Hol’s knuckles trailing languidly over the curve of his backside, and bit down hard on his lip, holding his breath. If nothing else, he could keep himself from growing aroused, couldn’t he? But that scorched scent that always clung lightly to the djinni’s skin was making Kay’s head woozy, and he thought of the djinni’s dusky hands against his pale flesh, and how deft and efficient those fingers had always been, and despaired.

“…But for such a clever boy, you are very, very stupid,” Hol finished, standing up. Kay blinked in confusion at the sudden absence of warmth, looking up.

“You are much like a wayward child,” Hol said, “who refuses to obey rules that were set out for his very own good.” The djinni lifted a hand and drew a glowing yellow line in the air with his index finger.

“What… are you…” Kay’s brow creased as he watched.

“It’s not so common now,” Hol said, “but do you know what sort of thing used to be the custom in dealing with disobedient brats? You’re old enough to remember, aren’t you?”

The glowing line solidified into a something that looked like a strip of plain brown cloth. Hol took it in his hands. Perplexed, Kay stared at it until he comprehended – it wasn’t a strip of cloth, it was a leather strap.

“Hol!” he gasped, horrified. “You – You wouldn’t!

“Oh,” said Hol, his lips curving gently. The leather slithered slowly over Kay’s back in a threatening caress. “You keep saying that; but I can assure you, sweet master, I would.”

The strap snaked down between Kay’s buttocks and pooled between his thighs, a ticklish sensation that made him wriggle. He tugged vainly at his restraints. “Hol, I swear,” Kay began to threaten, “if you –”

Crack!

The first strike came across the small of his back, and it made his body jerk so violently and unexpectedly that he threw his head back and let out a humiliating, dog-like yelp. It was the sound more than the pain of it. Though he knew it couldn’t have been that loud, it sounded like a gunshot in his ears.

“Stop that right now!” he cried desperately. “I’ll –”

Crack!

“Ow! Damnit, Hol, I’ll kill you, I really will! Stop –”

Crack!

“- AH!”

Fire laced across Kay’s backside and his thighs, drawing helpless sounds from him no matter how he tried to hold them back. Worse, with every lash a sharp jolt shot through his lower belly and down between his legs, leaving a warm tingling in its wake, a debilitating pleasure that he couldn’t seem to shut off – and the strikes kept coming. Tears of shame stung in his eyes as he felt the blood pooling hot and heavy in his groin.

Crack!

Kay muffled his groan into the mattress, hoping Hol wouldn’t hear the arousal in it, all his muscles clenching as he fought against the urge to grind against the bed. “Stop it… please…” he begged, his face still buried in the sheets.

Hol paused. Kay whimpered, his hips jerking slightly in anticipation.

“Master…?” Hol murmured. Kay heard the delight uncurling in Hol’s voice and wanted to die.

The bed sagged a little with the djinni’s weight as Hol leaned over the boy’s body. Kay shuddered as Hol’s hand brushed over his waist; he didn’t have the will to offer even token resistance as his hips were lifted up, and that hand sought out his throbbing member. Kay gasped at the feel of the djinni’s fingers, so cool against his own heat.

It wasn’t necessary to see the slow, predatory smile spreading across Hol’s face. Kay could feel it.

“You know,” the djinni said, “if this sort of thing turns you on this much, you could have said something before.”

Kay hiccupped, holding back a sob. “I hate you,” he spat.

Hol chuckled, nuzzling against the back of Kay’s neck, stroking Kay’s cock oh-so-slowly. “But,” he said, “you trust me, don’t you?”

“…what?”

“You still don’t believe I’d really hurt you, do you? That’s all the power you have.” Hol traced his fingers lightly down Kay’s spine, following the curve of his tailbone. They paused – and then sought down further still. “I could take that away from you, too,” Hol whispered.

Kay’s eyes widened. A fingertip pressed gently against Kay’s entrance, circling. A soft “ah” escaped him, unbidden. The finger pushed inside – not far, just the tip. Kay swallowed thickly around the lump in his throat.

“What do you think?” Hol asked. The finger pushed a little farther. “Do you suppose I’d do it? Hmm…?”

Kay’s eyes squeezed shut. His heartbeat seemed so loud in his ears; he gulped desperately at the air. The world narrowed down to a deep, helpless pulsing, and all he could feel was the pressure, and the craving for more.

Unable to bear it any longer, Kay’s body arched back against the invading digit, pushing it deep inside. He let out a guttural groan.

“…I see,” said Hol, arching one eyebrow. A slightly rueful smirk curled his lips, but he shrugged it away; there was no helping it. He couldn’t make the boy really fear him. It was too late for that.

Kay jolted at the sensation of oil dripping down over his skin. A second finger joined the first, stretching him, burning him within. He bit down on the sheets beneath him and tried to hold still, but it was futile – his hips swayed in humiliating entreaty, searching for more.

“Oh?” Hol laughed softly. “You really want this after all, don’t you?”

The fingers pulled out, and Kay moaned at the sudden emptiness. He felt the djinni move up behind him, felt Hol’s slick cock slide between his thighs. His breath quickened.

“Or…” Hol said, trailing his nails teasingly over the back of Kay’s leg. “Or do you want me to stop? Perhaps I might take pity on you if you begged.”

Kay tried to push back, to grind himself against Hol’s cock, but the djinni held his hips immobile. “Please,” he said, his voice breaking.

Hol leaned down close. “‘Please’ what?” Hol asked smugly. “Please stop? Or please continue?”

Kay writhed against the mattress. “Damnit,” he choked. “Just do it already!”

“Do what, exactly?”

“God! I’m seriously going to kill you!” Kay pulled angrily at the sash holding his wrists, but the knot wouldn’t give at all. “Just fuck me,” Kay demanded. “Now! Please!”

Hol’s laughter tickled in Kay’s ear. “As you wish, my master,” he said, with positively serpentine glee.

Hol spread Kay’s knees far apart. He positioned his cock up against the boy’s entrance, and pushed inside, gradually – deeper, and deeper, filling Kay until he thought he would burst – and then still deeper. Kay hid his face under his arm and sobbed with the intensity of it.

Too much. It was too much, Kay thought. It burned. And yet as Hol waited, unmoving, for him to adjust, Kay found himself jerking back against the djinni, mewling for more.

Hol started to move, slowly, but not gently. Each thrust came hard and deep, pushing Kay down into the mattress and compressing his ribs, taking his breath away. Kay tried to meet Hol’s thrusts, to quicken the pace, but Hol held his hips tightly, forcing him to follow the djinni’s rhythm. And Hol was pounding right there, knocking cries from his chest, over and over, and he was suffocating, he couldn’t breathe

And then Hol reached down and took Kay’s cock in hand, stroking it in time with his thrusts. It was like bubbles were racing through Kay’s blood, tickling his bones, making his toes curl –

“Come for me,” Hol demanded, and Kay didn’t really have any choice but to obey.

He did so, screaming.

Distantly he heard Hol’s growl as the djinni followed behind him with one last shattering thrust. Hol gripped Kay’s hip tightly enough to bruise for a few brief moments, and then released him, gasping.

Kay sank limply to the bed. Hol hissed as he withdrew from Kay’s body.

“Fuck,” Hol uttered simply, his voice slightly hoarse. Kay took some small amount of comfort in the djinni’s momentary loss of composure, however slight.

“Hurry up and untie me,” Kay snapped. Surprisingly, the djinni did so, and gently rolled the boy onto his back; but then he smoothly blocked the subsequent slap aimed at his face, catching Kay’s wrist and pinning it down as he bent his head to lap at the tears on Kay’s flushed cheeks.

Hol sighed contentedly. “You smell sweeter than I even expected, you know. Like a peach. And your tears taste like rain.”

“I really hate you,” Kay said.

“I know,” Hol answered, his tone almost affectionate.

“I’ll make you pay for this.”

“I know,” Hol said again. “But right now you can’t. Which is rather the point, isn’t it?”

Kay endured Hol’s attentions for a while in silence. Then he sniffed. “I’m sticky and sweaty and I feel disgusting,” he said. “Run me a bath.”

Hol crooked an eyebrow, and for a moment he looked as though he might refuse; but then he rolled his shoulder in a graceful shrug. “As you wish.” He snapped his fingers, and the sound of rushing water trickled out of the bathroom.

A few minutes later Kay made Hol carry him to the tub. This, Hol thought somewhat smugly, was just as well, since even if it wasn’t for the boy’s new body, Kay would likely still find walking difficult at the moment.

“Hol…” Kay said thoughtfully, as the djinni helped him into the water.

“Hmm?”

“I talked to Eddie last Friday. Before we went to that temple. He’s in southern China right now.”

“Yes…?” Hol cocked his head suspiciously.

“Well, there wasn’t any time to follow up on it when I talked to him, but he found this cave, right? It’s sealed off, and half submerged in the sea, and he can’t find a way to get into it.”

“I don’t like where this is going,” Hol decided.

Kay continued on, heedless. “He says he’s not sure, but signs are a real dragon used to live there!”

Stop right there,” Hol demanded.

“But just think, Hol, we might find a real dragon’s pearl!”

“NO.” Hol grabbed Kay’s shoulders, panicking. “Do you know anything about eastern dragons? These are not lizards that belch out merry little puffs of smoke now and again, these are elemental forces of nature -”

“But Eddie said it looked like it was abandoned anyway, and -”

“Do you understand how long these creatures can sleep?!”

“- just think of all the power in one of those pearls!”

“I said no!” said Hol, shaking the boy. “Just how selective is your memory? Do you still not understand why you died yesterday? Did you hear nothing I said to you tonight?!”

“Oh, Hol, you’re like an old lady! It won’t be like last time, it’s not like it’s a god -”

Yes it most assuredly is!

“-and we’ll make sure the cave is clear before we try anything -”

“Master, people have confused these creatures for mountains! That cave could be a dragon’s mouth!

“Well, we’ll make sure it isn’t first, obviously. Don’t be silly.”

“STOP!” Hol bellowed. “I don’t want to hear anymore!

But Kay was not listening.

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One thought on “Phallos Hippikos: A Moral Tale

  1. Oh this is so absolutely adorable! I applaud Hol for being able to endure all of Kay’s antics, he is so amazing haha. Although, I wonder if I’m the only one who can’t see the illustrations? Site is blocked in my country and I’m just sneaking through with VPN.

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